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[Open up at the TD Arena, Boston, Massachusetts.  Conquest is off the air, the tag match is over and VVV is left alone standing in the ring, as the fans are cheering his loss all around him, at Vile's expense.  The albino legend is not happy.]

[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vile Vince Viper: ...Why do I even bother?  Can you tell me?  I give you two months of potential matchesss of the year... TWO MORE MONTHSSS... you give me <pointing at ring> THAT?  What am I wasssting my time for!?  Join us next week where I'll probably team up with Colt Montana against Hussstle and Ssswagger... IF I'M LUCKY!!!  IT COULD BE WORSSSE THAN THAT!  And that wasssn't a sssuggessstion.  NO... Sssshootfire, you had your chance... I'm not sssticking around to make Wressstlebowl look good... this is IT... you've broken my LASSST SSSTRAW...
 
FUCK the Vile Vince Viper Retirement Extravaganza Fessstival of Vile Sssuper Ssshow... which is a catchy FUCKING title but, ssshit, FUCK IT!  You have ONE CHANCE... ONE CHANCE to do right by me, or make a lassst buck on me... or put some punk over on me... ONE CHANCE... NEXT WEEK.  MY FINAL APPEARANCE with this company... NO... my final appearance ANYWHERE.
 
MAKE the mossst of it, Ssshootfire... MAKE my retirement... MAKE my DAY... but don't wassste it... don't you DARE wassste it...
 
Becaussse you'll NEVER see the likesss of me again.
 
[Taking a deep breath, Vile tries to calm down, dropping the microphone to the floor.  This is the end.  Fade to the back office of Steve Greedy as Kieran Rae is standing here live at Ascension, a grim look on her face.  Gabriel Van Zahn relaxes in the corner on a plush leather chair as Steve Greedy is shaking his head.  Dressed to the nines in beige Armani, Greedy looks over to Kieran who is none too pleased.]

Greedy:  Well looks like a little problem for the Wrestlebowl main event eh?

Kieran:  Vile thinks we're letting him out of his contract early he'll have to deal with our lawyers.

Greedy:  Cut him loose, let him ride off into the sunset- you don't need him and neither do I.  Don't worry, I've got an idea.

Kieran:  What's that?

Greedy:  Well it just so happens the hottest free agent is set to come into Ascension, MY SHOW, and he will be here tonight.  More than a fitting replacement for Triple V, and of course, he'd be a lock to step up and take Vile's spot.

Kieran:  I already have the CL Cup to deal with... this, this new free agent coming in tonight.  If he is half as good as you say he is, then maybe we can arrange for something.  I'll be watching.

[Kieran strides off as Steve Greedy makes sure to watch her go.  Gabriel Van Zahn hops up off the couch, and walking up close, turns his head to watch Kieran go as well.  Greedy turns and is face to face with GVZ.]

Gabriel Van Zahn:  You know I'd be happy to take the main event slot at Wrestlebowl.

Steve:  I'm sure that-

GVZ:  WRESTLEBOWL.  Imagine it this way.  Andrew Davis. Dave Pietka.  Marcus Davis.  GABRIEL VAN ZAAAAAHHN.

Steve:  That could be-

GVZ:  VAN ZAAAAHHHHN.

Steve: ...

GVZ:  ...

Steve:  Are you done ye-

GVZ:  ZAAAAHHHHHN.  ...And yes.  Quite.  In the meantime, I'll go make sure Mr. Free Agent is ready. 

Steve:  You do that. 

[GVZ wanders away as Steve Greedy raises his Hall of Famer ring and smiles, for the first time in a long time, very happy and content.]

Steve:  VVV retiring.  About 13 years too damn late.  Could this day get any better?  I love my job.

[Fade out.]

[Fireworks explode in rapid succession above the giant metal scaffolding as the camera zooms around like a epileptic fruit fly, zooming over crazy cheering New Hampshire fans and to the giant Shootfire Screens over the black archway, spotlights pull and circle the zany wrestling fans and we go live to Jack Sharp and Vik Avatar sitting behind the broadcast booth, Vik in the new black and white "Sammy Knight - Ride or Die" T-shirt and Jack Sharp in a lavender dress shirt with navy and purple tie.]

Jack:  THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR JOINING US HERE TONIGHT ON SPW ASCENSION!!  WE ARE LIVE IN THE HAMPTON BEACH CASINO BALLROOM RIGHT HERE IN HAMPTON BEACH NEW HAMPSHIRE!  Thank you so much for joining me here tonight, Jack Sharp your host on play by play along with one of the greatest color men in the business Vik Avatar Vik, can you believe it the end of Vile Vince Viper in Shootfire Pro Wrestling!  Say it isn't so!

Vik:  Well I may be colored but so what if my Daddy was black all that means is I have a shot at becoming President of the United States! And just like Steve Greedy luck has turned our way, because Vile Vince Viper is finally OUT of SPW or so it seems, his reign of terror and destruction will leave many a dry eye in the house once the door finally hits his, if this is the end of an era it's like Jesus casting Satan into the lake of fire, hopefully a thousand years of peace as one of the top villains this company has ever seen about to call it quits!  But what happens now to Wrestlebowl?

Jack:  Well as we just saw Kieran Rae, the SPW CEO is here and Steve Greedy has already promised her a new Free Agent to debut tonight, his man he wants to see get the spot, but a decision has yet to be made.  All this fans, and plus Jester Chad Allen takes on El Rey Futuro in a No Disqualification Match, thanks to Steve Greedy we now have the Fusion title number one contendership on Ascension between James O'Connor and "Sugar" Shayne Grissom and of course, the big tag team main event, Team EGO vs Bad Luck!  But right now let's get up to the ring as we are ready to start the great wrestling action!

IRISH REBEL ALLIANCE vs TWISTED SISTERS

[Suddenly, the SPW-tron lights up, showing a "Ken" doll and a huge-breasted Barbie doll figure.]

"Hi Barbie"
"Hi Ken!"
"Do you wanna go for a ride?"
"Sure Ken!"
"Jump In..."

["Barbie Girl" by Aqua kicks in as the huge-breasted Barbie doll becomes a real woman, dancing along to the music.]

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go part...

*SCREEEEEECCH!*

The song stops, as does the Barbie doll, frozen in place, trapped in a loop as a crunching guitar kicks in over a haunting vocal set...]

"I will break into your thoughts"
"With what's written on my heart"

"I will BREEEEEEAAAAK!!"

[*Crash!* The screen shatters into a million pieces and reforms into two words.]

=K A Y C E E T A N N E R=

[The crowd pops as Kaycee Tanner walks out from the back as Flyleaf's "I'm so sick" blares through the PA. She glares out at the audience, smiling, then rushes down to the ring! She slides into the ring and hops onto the nearest corner, posing for the fans. Then she hops down and prepares for the match.]

[Green and white spotlights strobe the arena as Within Temptation's "Running up that hill kicks in."]

#It doesn't huuuuurrrrtttrt meeeeeeeeeeeeee!#

[Two words appear on the IntenseTron]

Irish Assassin

#Do you wanna feel how it feels?
Do you wanna know that it doesn't hurt me?#

   Grace Kerr


#Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?
It's you and me, yeah#

[And the Irish Assassin, Grace Kerr hops out onto the stage. She runs to either side of the stage and soaks in the cheers of the fans.]

#And if I only could
Make a deal with God
And get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
So if I only couuuuuulllddd!#

[She runs down the ramp, and slides into the ring, jumping on the nearest turnbuckle and raises her arms, encouraging the fans to cheer, then she hops down and begins stretching out for the match.]

Emily Faith:  THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL!  INTRODUCING FIRST, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 306 POUNDS, THIS IS THE TEAM OF KAYCEE TANNER AND "THE IRISH ASSASSIN" GRACE KERR... THEY ARE THE

IRISH!!  REBEL!!  ALLIANCE!!!!

[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  SPW Ascension kicks in as Kaycee Tanner and Grace Kerr in the ring, The Irish Rebel Alliance this new tag team celebrating with the fans who want to see exactly what these two Superstars bring to the table here in Shootfire Professional Wrestling.  Their opponents, Sasha and Mischa who are ready to fight, the Twisted Sisters to take on Tanner and Kerr.  Now I know what Steve Greedy said about free agents but if you ask me, Kaycee Tanner and Grace Kerr, now they were the great gets for Shootfire Pro!  The future is nothing but bright for these two young Superstars!

Vik:  Yeah no doubt, and you want to talk about high octane action, nobody is faster in that ring then Kaycee Tanner as she has a loyal fan following anywhere she goes, perhaps a Daughter of the Future of sorts if I've ever seen one. 


 *DINGDINGDING!*


Jack:  And it will be Kaycee Tanner of the Irish Rebel Alliance starting off with Sasha of the Twisted Sisters, all leading up you know now that speaking of Daughters of the Future, Poet Wright will be receiving her rematch for the World Championship at Wrestlebowl and as of press time that title belt still held by Heather Owens.

[Kaycee locks up with Sasha and immediately translates into a side headlock.  Sasha spins with the irish whip and sends Kaycee cross corner!  Tanner hits the turnbuckles but catches the block as Sasha travels at her back, Kaycee nailing the back elbow to the teeth!]


[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Sasha turned around Kaycee to the second rope and DIVES OVER TOP SHE LANDS THE HEAD INTO THE MAT!  BACK TO THA FUTURE!!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Back to the Future and Kaycee Tanner already electrifying this capacity crowd!  New Hampshire gives it up and Tanner over to make the quick tag out to Grace Kerr!

[Grace steps in and both go right for Sasha, taking her up and they send her running into the corner!  Kaycee charges to dive forwards, smashing her shoulder into Sasha's midsection as Grace rushes to jump off Tanner's back and land the kneesmash to Sasha's face!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Kaycee setting Sasha upside down with the Stalling Suplex as Grace goes to the stand on the second rope!  Kerr off the buckles with the high crossbody they take Sasha down!  Tanner to the outside as "The Irish Assassin" Grace Kerr has the pin and-


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



















3-OH JUST BARELY.


Vik:  Sasha was almost done at that point!  Grace Kerr winding her up and hooking under, shooting in to stand up with a Fireman's Carry and tossing her right into the Neckbreaker!


[FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Sasha rolling over and wasted, Grace pulling her up with the double underhook and as Kaycee Tanner cheers from the apron, KERR LANDS THE DDT!!  -But now rolling into the arm and neck trap combination!  The Saving Grace applied and this may be it!!!


[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  MISCHA IN AND THROWS THE STOMP TO BREAK IT UP!!


[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



Jack:  OH and Mischa saving her partner that was all she could do.  The Saving Grace has been broken as Kerr trying to recover, Mischa dragging Sasha over and promptly tags herself in.  The Irish Assassin struggling to get to her feet and Mischa charging throws the clothesline-


Vik:  GRACE WITH A FLYING ARMBAR TAKEOVER!!!


[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Right again once again into the submission hold!  And Sasha coming over the side!


Vik:  KAYCEE LEAPING IN TO CUT HER OFF!!


Jack:  Kaycee running jumps OVER Grace and Mischa to land and strike Sasha with the forearm shot!  Tanner unloading on Sasha in the corner!! 

[Kaycee Tanner runs to lock Sasha's arm and jumps over to land feet on the top rope, kick off and fly sending the woman over her body!  Sasha rolls up and grabbing the top itself, swings over the side to land on the apron.  Kaycee kips up as well and both look at each other- then break into a run down the ringside to jump at the buckle and fly over the side, right at each other!!]


Sean:  FLYING CROSSBODY INTO THE AIR!!  BOTH WOMEN CRASH TO THE MAT!!


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  Sasha trying to get up GRACE KERR With the 3/4 Chancery, the Cravate Mischa into Grace with a kick to the stomach!  Kerr with the lock still on Sasha brings up her legs and SNAPMARE TO SASHA WITH AN ENZUGIRI TO MISCHA!!  The Irish Rebel Army in full effect!


[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  Grace pulling up the Twisted Sisters as Kaycee Tanner climbing to the top rope!   Keep your eye on Kaycee-


[Tanner springs backwards with a picture perfect Quebrada and throws out her arms to lock the heads of both Twisted Sisters, bending them back and slams the double Death Drop!!  Grace flies off the side to land the kneedrop into Mischa and the forearm smash into Sasha!!  The audience pops as Kaycee pulls up Mischa and winding a leg over her head, pulls up on the wrist and dives forwards to slam her victim on her skull!!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  KAYCEE TANNER WITH THE KAYTASTROPHE!!  AND THE IRISH ASSASSIN GRACE KERR WITH THE PIN!!!


Vik:  NEW HAMPSHIRE COUNTS ALONG!!


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2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



























3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Emily:  AND YOUR WINNERS!  THE TEAM OF THE IRISH ASSASSIN GRACE KERR AND KAYCEE TANNER!  THE IRISH REBEL ALLIANCE!!!


[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik:  THE IRA WITH THEIR FIRST BIG WIN HERE IN SP-



 ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!***



[FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jack:  TIFFANY LANE CHAIRSHOTS KAYCEE TANNER!!


[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Vik: Grace Kerr turning and Lane with the Chair to the stomach!  And GUILLOTINES HER DOWN!! 

Jack:  KERR and TANNER are down!  Tiffany Lane raising the hands of Sasha and Mischa!

Vik: Lane showing off the Twister Sisters!


Jack: DOUBLE HAIRPULL AND LANE HAS THEIR HEADS!!


[Tiffany sits down smashing the double death drop!!  The fans pop as Lane snaps up, her hair falling back down in golden rivers as The Blonde Bombshell stands tall to spread her arms.  The fans pop as Lane stands over the fallen wrestlers, and raises a fist in the air.]


[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[She calls for a microphone and is promptly handed one by an attendant. Tiffany runs a hand through her hair and stops a moment to look down at the carnage she’s created, bodies laid about the ring. The busty bombshell throws back her head and laughs, the crowd responding with jeers.]

Tiffany: Yes, I know this isn’t quite what you expected tonight. But honestly, even the most deluded among you have to admit that it’s an improvement. After all, why waste time, watching these four no-talents and their poor attempts to wrestle, when you could be listening to SPW’s Queen?

[Her response is another round of boos but Tiffany is oblivious to the crowd’s reaction.]

Tiffany: Because I’ve got a lot to say, especially after that travesty of a women’s title match. You all remember the one I’m talking about, where that lying skank, Heather Owens, managed to steal a win over me!

[Tiffany rolls her eyes and scowls, placing her free hand on her hip.]

Tiffany: But her luck’s run out because the days of her, Hell, of any of these chicks skating by and making waves in _my_ division are over. See, I’m done playing Miss Nicey Nice. You know, the signing of the autographs, the kissing of the fat, ugly babies.

[That remark draws another chorus of jeers as she waves her hand in the air.]

Tiffany: Because I have seen this division, a division I built on my own shoulders, diminished enough, all because I’d grown complacent. Thankfully, Samantha Bevins intervened and the rest is history. And tonight, I serve notice to Owens, Wright,

[She pauses a tosses a disgusted look down at the women laid before her.]

Tiffany: And every other pathetic slore around here. Tiffany Lane, the _real_ Tiffany Lane is back. This isn’t the shiny, happy blonde, all about turning the other cheek and willing to take in ungrateful urchins like Kieran Rae.

[She shakes her head.]

Tiffany: No. This is the wily bitch that kept a whole division underneath her Manolos just because she could. And these chicks can either go along with the ride or get mowed the FUCK over. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have business to tend to.

[As “The Fame” plays, she makes a show of stepping over the downed women and exiting the ring. She throws her head back and sashays up the aisle, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans.]

[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  What has gotten into Tiffany Lane?  She's a maniac!

Jack:  Her true colors really shining through, she couldn't let the new Superstars have their day in the sun, she had to ruin it to put herself over.  It's almost unconscionable. SPW fans, we're going to take you to words now from a brand new tag team here in SPW!  Sweet Dicky, Wet Willy, the Nerds!

Vik:  The what?  Ha ha, someone get me a chair.

 ONO HEZONFAIA: Bad things happening to ONO!
 
[A very troubled and sweaty Japanese man in shiny blue pants has come to petition the Assistant Executive Officer to Shootfire Pro, right here in her office. Nice office. Check out the potted plants, she's even got a little Ficus tree good and green over in the corner. The lady's got style. And cleavage.]
 
"Sensuous" Samantha Bevins: Actually, It looks to me like Kisaragi is doing quite well, ONO. We scouted you in Japan because we heard about your talent, and you haven't disappointed us one bit. You put on a good show, the people seem to like you, and you've won both of the matches you've had so far. I'd say that your fortune is quite full!
 
[ONO shakes his head, frowning. ONO shakes his fists, frowning. ONO does the hokey pokey and turns himself about. (Okay, not really on that last one.)]
 
ONO: I lose Rehnquist, I lose Mister Joe Baruffi! These... These Oni hurt my friends! I cannot do this again. I go back to Japan, be nice hard worker in Japanese federation, nobody else get hurt here because I win. I am sorry Miss Samantha Bevins, but ONO, I am going. I am going, ONO.
 
[Cameras follow as ONO starts to turn for the door. Sam loudly punches down a stapler on her desk for a sudden punctuation, and ONO spins, his face even more worried than before. What does this woman want from him?]
 
SSB: Hey, shit happens, kid. You've got a contract to fulfill.
 
[Cue Mister Bengoshi. The man must have studied to be a ninja, I swear, the way the camera looks away for just a moment to follow ONO, and BAM he's there. Brown suit, briefcase and all. Mister Bengoshi speaks several punctuated sentences in Japanese to ONO, whose face grows more and more helpless.]
 
SSB: Thank you, Mister Bengoshi. I trust you to carry my idioms through with full connotative force intact.
 
MB: Understood, Miss Bevins.
 
SSB: *ahem* You ARE under Contractual Obligation. And with that little stunt you pulled on Conquest? Interrupting MY match, interfering with MY plans for MY show?
 
[Mister Bengoshi translates tersely. Sam taps a finger against a sheaf of paperwork upon her desk. ONO's contract.]
 
SSB: You signed that contract, ONO. You are MINE now. And your contract states that you are to perform as a tag team wrestler, until such clauses are changed by the signing of a new contract.
 
[ONO is a little fuzzy on the English legalese, until Mister Bengoshi clears up the matter for him.]
 
ONO: But all my partners...
 
SSB: All your partners have signed their Shootfire Pro contracts, just like you did. Just wash your hands of it and keep competing.
 
ONO: Wash my...
 
[He's cut off by an immediate translation of the term by the man in the brown suit. ONO furrows his brow, clearly frustrated by the situation.]
 
ONO: Miss Samantha Bevins... I come from Hokkaido, Japan. We believe in Honor, even more than Glo Ree. I do not break my contract. I wrestle for you, even though YOU let monsters hurt MY partners. But I tell you this... I am ONO, and I -will- have Glo Ree.
 
[The man in the shiny pants grits his teeth, performs a dutiful bow with militaristic precision, then turns and walks straight out the door.]
 
MB: He's seriously getting fired up, Miss Bevins. He's lost two partners already, and you're just feeding the Children a third one tonight.
 
SSB: Good. I'm here to run a show, not a therapy session. I think that letting all of this run its course - perhaps with a little prodding here and there - could prove for some VERY interesting television.

POWER STRUCTURE vs ONO HEZONFAI & THE MIND

[The arena suddenly begins to flash with dark red colors, as the fans slowly begin to show their disapproval. "Fight" begins to blare throughout the arena, as a slow chorus of boos begin to erupt.]

 "I,
I know your every move
I've heard your every word
I know you well

and I've,
got nothing left to prove
your threats I find absurd
I am your hell

Every time,
You think that I'm done
I come back stronger (stronger)

Every time,
You think that you've got me
I will fight you"

Emily: Coming to the ring now, accompanied by his mentor, Jean-Pierre Celine.....from Poplar Bluff, Missouri......weighing in at 285 pounds......he is Shootfire's CHOSEN ONE............BLAKE COVINGTON!!!!!

"And I will put you in the ground" 

[JPC and Blake walk out on the stage, as Blake just looks around, his face void of any emotion or reaction from the fans. Blake is 285 pounds of muscle in black tights and boots, JPC in a white dress shirt and black snakeskin pants, sniffing a long stem rose in his hand.  Finally, both men make their walk toward the ring as New Hampshire boos on all sides.]

"I will fight,
till there's nothing left
till my legs are gone

you won't forget me

'Cause I will fight,
till my final breath
just to see you fall

I'll make you fear me

Every time,
You think I'm done
I'll come back stronger (stronger)" 

[About halfway down the aisle, Blake stops and looks at a ringside fan, who screams an obscenity at him. Blake attempts to react to the fan, but JPC gets in between them, pushing Blake towards the ring.  He yells at the fan in french, earning himself a big middle finger for his troubles.]

"And every time,
You think that you've got me
I will fight you

and I will put you in the ground

'Cause I will fight,
till there's nothing left
till my legs are gone

You won't forget me

Every time,
You think I'm done
I'll come back stronger (stronger)" 

[Blake reaches ringside, and crawls through the middle ropes and into the ring. He walks to the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, raising both fists high in the air in confidence.]

"And every time,
You think that you've got me
I will fight you

Every time,
You think that I'm done
I'll come back stronger (stronger)

and every time,
You think that you've got me
I will fight you"

[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Emily:  THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL!  INTRODUCING FIRST, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 500 POUNDS, THEY ARE BLAKE COVINGTON AND JEAN PIERRE CELINE, THEY ARE

 THE POWER STRUCTURE!!!!

[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Emily:  AND THEIR OPPONENTS, ONO HEZONFAIA AND "THE MIND" MICK JACKSON!!! 

 KIIIIISSSSRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAGIIII!!!!!!

[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack: It looks like "The Mind" Mick Jackson wants to start this match. He's arguing with ONO HEZONFAIA as he doffs that purple jacket.

Vik: I wouldn't really call it an argument, Jack. ONO's just heading to the corner as Jean-Pierre Celine makes his way to the center of the ring. Mick's turning back to ONO as he drops his jacket out to the floor, and we have the opening bell.

Jack: BIG mistake by Mick Jackson, as Celine immediately takes the advantage with a swift punt to the unmentionables!

Vik: Unmentionable to you, maybe. I'll go ahead and say it, the Frenchman kicked him square in the balls.

Jack: "The Mind" not looking too intellectual as he crumples to the mat there, but ONO HEZONFAIA manages to get a piece of skin on the way down, and hops the ring ropes.

Vik: ONO's looking more than a little confrontational as he faces off with JPC here! He's bouncing around, yammering in that Moonspeak of his, just offering up his chin to his opponent.

Jack: HEZONFAIA more than eager to take advantage of the opportunity. He takes a swipe at Celine, another one, but Jean-Pierre bobs and weaves just a little too fast for him. Celine drops to one knee out of the line of the flurry of haymakers - windup for the Pseudo Space Flying Tiger Drop!

Vik: Dammit, Jack, why can't you just call it a nutshot like the rest of us guys?

Jack: Because Celine buys me a shot and a beer after the show when I call it by the fancy name?

Vik: ... PSEUDO SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP to ONO, and the Hokkaido Hitman is writhing on the canvas!

Jack: Now you see I'm not so square as I look.

Vik: And you do look pretty square.

Jack: Celine's leaving ONO HEZONFAIA rolling on the mat for a moment, stepping back to tag in Blake Covington. The Chosen One steps through the ring ropes, takes his time, picks his spot... VICIOUS punt to ONO's ribs.

Vik: That'll leave him gasping for a few days. ONO reaches desperately to his partner, and Mick Jackson manages to catch a fingertip tag!

Jack: The Mind gets into the ring, and immediately starts getting into Covington's face. His mouth going a mile a minute, I just hope he can cash those checks his tongue is writing.

Vik: Did he just say "Disenfranchisement" in the middle of a wrestling match? WOAH, Mick's charging for the double-leg takedown!

Jack: ... No, more like he's leaving himself WIDE open for Blake Covington to catch him in a front facelock, SNAP DDT to send Jackson skull-first to the mat. Covington follows up with a few boots for good measure, then goes for the lateral  press and hooks a leg for the cover.


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2...........




Vik: NO! Blake tried that stunt just a LITTLE too close to the Kisaragi corner, and ONO is right over the ropes with a rolling back brain kick that sends Covington reeling!

Jack: Referee Glenn Kyros ordering ONO HEZONFAIA back to the apron.

Vik: Kyros in the ring is a clear advantage to Celine and Covington tonight. Knowing his style, we're not going to see a DQ unless Celine starts throwing roundhouses to the referee, and he's too smart to throw a match quite that explicitly.

Jack: I think you're right, Vik, just don't tell anyone else I said that. A dazed Covington leaves Jackson on the mat to stagger back to his own corner - Twin tags bring ONO and JPC to face off once more!

Vik: Celine comes charging in straight for the running punt to the nutsack...

Jack: ONO sidesteps, catches the swinging leg, shifts momentum with a palm to JPC's chest and a hip to his knee, and a solid Judo leverage toss sees the French bastard hoist by his own petard!

Vik: What the hell is a Petard, anyhow?

Jack: A gate-breaching explosive device popular in medieval siege warfare.

Vik: ... And how the hell do you know this crap?

Jack: Wikipedia.

Vik:  Riiiight. ONO drops a couple of strikes to Celine's chin, less to inflict damage and more to make sure Celine stays down. HEZONFAIA pops back with a Spinning Toe Hold, and the referee is immediately on Celine to check for a tapout!

Jack: Not if Blake Covington has anything to say about it. The Chosen One rushes into the ring, LAUNCHES himself into the air, catches ONO HEZONFAIA with a flying bulldog, and manages to dropkick "The Mind" Mick Jackson off the edge of the apron simultaneously!

Vik: This kid is somebody to watch out for, I tell you. That's talent we're seeing here tonight.

Jack: I know exactly what you mean. That's how I felt when I saw your wife on the cover of a DVD as I was cruising through the "blue" room of my local video rental place.

Vik: Dammit, that's MY line.

Jack: My contract has a clause that says I get to have one good line in each match I call.

Vik: I am far too sober for this crap.

Jack: The referee has gotten the ring back in some sense of order, leaving ONO HEZONFAIA prone on the mat and at the mercy of Jean-Pierre Celine. Celine takes a moment to walk a stumbling circle, getting the strength back to his ankle. He returns to his opponent, and just so CASUALLY drops knee upon knee to each of ONO's major joints.

Vik: He may be a filthy French bastard, but he knows what he's doing. JPC doesn't want any interruptions as he dismantles his opponent.

Jack: Celine gets a hold of ONO's ankles, drags him to the center of the ring... GIANT SWING, three, four revolutions, and just as our cameramen are starting to get dizzy, all that centrifugal interia gets tossed STRAIGHT at the corner ringpost!

Vik: Kisaragi's frontman was headed for the post, but he scrambles frantically to save himself! The boy still catches some steel to the shoulder as he slides out of the ring, but that's a HELL of a lot better than the intended concussion.

Jack: Our resident Parisian taking a moment to strut, and listen to that crowd build up heat. They do NOT like this man.

Vik: Look at him work those hips on the foursquare catwalk! Woo, Celine, you're such a pretty girl! Shake what your daddy gave you! (And by that, I mean Herpes.)

Jack: JPC's soaking up the spotlight just a moment too long, ONO HEZONFAIA was quicker to the apron than expected. The Japanese Jumping Bean climbs to the second ring rope...

Vik: The Aerial Assault Spring Roll! Celine catches a dizzying flying forearm to the back of his skull!

Jack: ONO's still feeling that hit to the shoulder, though. Both competitors taking the path of discretion for the tag, and The Mind faces off with The Chosen One.

Vik: Jack, the smart money tonight says that Mick's only role in this match is to be Blake Covington's bitch.

Jack: I hate to say it, but you prove prophetic once again. Covington gets quick on his feet, a go-behind and a waistlock, and I think we're going to see one of Blake Covington's signature German suplexes.

Vik: BAM! You are half correct, sir! German suplex, yes - ONE, no. Blake kips, rolls over Mick's back, retains his waistlock as he drags the Mind up again - TOSSES him with a release that nearly sends him corner to corner! I think I got some beard hair in my eye that got knocked loose there!

Jack: The Chosen One takes his time following up, choosing to get a faceful of camera as he passes.

Blake: You like suplexes, huh? Watch and learn, people, watch and learn! You got your sauerkraut suplex, how about a nice T-BONE with that?

Jack: Mick Jackson's torso looks ready to explode with that move! Covington dragging him directly up again by the hair, again around the back.

Blake:  Aww, I forgot the appetizers! We need some CHICKENWINGS!

Jack: Another stunning suplex from Blake Covington, and Jean-Pierre Celine is calling Blake over.

JPC: Do not forrrrrget ZEE FROG LEGS!

Jack: Oh no. Oh no. Blake just ever-so-gently placed the rumpled remains of Mick Jackson upon the thighbone of his partner...

Vik: I don't care how many drinks the Frenchman's buying you after the show, Jack, that was a vicious Atomic Drop carrying Mick's nutsack to Celine's knee.

Jack: ONO has had enough of this manhandling of his partner, he's finally charging across the ring to break it up! Kyros the referee has his hands full keeping this from becoming a full melee, Celine back on the apron where he's supposed to be,  ONO taking the moment to drag his deadweight partner over to their corner and tags himself in.

Vik: Just look at ONO, he looks downright pissed off at the way these two men have been treating his partner!

Jack: Can you blame him? They just added insult to injury, by way of an injuring insult!

Vik: You just can NOT call a nutshot a nutshot, can you?

Jack: POWER STRIKE TO THE LOWER ABDOMINAL REGION sees ONO doubled over, Blake is heaving him up on top!

Vik: I guess you can't. Blake's got poor ol' ONO up in a fireman's carry, and ONO is struggling, but that French Bastard is calling again for the double-team move...

Anarchy + Entropy: OOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jack: WHERE THE HELL DID THEY COME FROM?!

Vik: Jean-Pierre Celine wanted to give a little "Something Extra From Paris" to calm down a wriggling ONO HEZONFAIA up on Blake Covington's shoulders, he might have been going for  the Current River Cutter!

Jack: BUT THE DISTRACTION CAME FROM THE CHILDREN OF HARDCORE!

Vik: Oh my dear sweet gawd, I hope Mick Jackson wasn't planning on using those cervical vertebrae anytime soon... But really, you have to admire the sheer brutal efficiency of the Human Sacrifice, Anarchy and Entropy have refined this into an assembly line of carnage! Simply scooped the man right off the apron and neck-first STRAIGHT into the crowd barricade!

Jack: But the shout from the Brothers came at JUST the wrong time for Blake Covington, who whirled around to see what was happening, and instead caught Jean-Pierre Celine's Black Venom Mist SQUARE in his OWN eyes!

Vik: Anarchy and Entropy showing true NINJA style tonight, creeping down to ringside! I didn't know that subtlety was even in their vocabulary!

Jack: Only when it lets them make a louder statement, Vik. And ONO slips off of Covington's shoulders, directly into position to SHOOT THE MOON!

Vik: Cover!


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


*DING DING DING!*

[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack: There's the three-count yet again as ONO HEZONFAIA manages to squeak out yet another deuce for Kisaragi!

Vik: And an all too familiar picture in the arena in the aftermath. Blake Covington and Jean-Pierre Celine at odds with one another over who's to blame for the loss, the EMT crew heading down to scrape up the ragdoll carcass of Mick Jackson, and the only ones left smiling at the end are the Family, gathered at the arena entryway to observe the chaos they've managed to spark yet again.

[The scene opens backstage to “The Goddess” Nina Larue. She’s clad in a black, Valentino, strapless dress and heels, her black hair falling past her shoulders. She rounds a corner, when a familiar voice stops her in her tracks.]
 
Voice: There you are!
 
[Nina turns to see the members of Young and Beautiful, Tiffany Lane and “Sensuous” Samantha Bevins, approach. Tiffany is clad in a sequined, red, micro-mini dress and heels, her blonde hair falling down her back in waves.  Samantha wears a gray Versace skirtsuit and black heels. As Tiffany approaches, she and Nina embrace, exchanging air kisses.]
 
Nina: Tiffany.
 
Tiffany: Hey, babe. You know Samantha, right?
 
Samantha: Hi Nina. I've heard so much about you from Tiffany.
 
[Nina tosses a wary glance Samantha’s way and nods.]
 
Nina: Of course. She’s the woman that was making your life a living Hell a few months ago.
 
[Tiffany laughs and waves her hand.]
 
Tiffany: That’s what we wanted everyone to think. That way, it would be easier to put the drop on that bald hag, Kieran. It was all a ploy, right from the start.
 
Nina: [frowns] And you decided to keep all of this from everyone, including your best friend?
 
Tiffany: [sighs] You were already dealing with enough with Iris and the Family. The last thing you needed was anything else on your plate.
 
[Tiffany folds her arms across her chest.]
 
Tiffany: What’s wrong with you? I thought you’d be a little happier about all of this.
 
Nina: I’m just..I don’t know. You did so much to change and worked so hard. You even got me to go along with you. But to see you just throw all of that away now…it just feels wrong.
 
Tiffany: [frowns] If anything was wrong, it was me kissing up to these idiot fans and trying to be something that I never was, in the first place! Look at where it got me, without a title and skanks like Orchid in _my_ spot. [she shivers] And look at where it’s got you, stuck in pointless hardcore matches with savages like Iris and Angst. We deserve better, Nina. Simple as that. And Samantha here is the woman to ensure that we get just that.
 
Samantha: That's right. Whatever Tiffany wants, she gets, because she is the absolute best. Nikki James? Story of a pitiful broad who just never had it in her. Too bad. But you, Nina, you have talent. Lots of it.
 
Tiffany: That’s right, Nina. Young and Beautiful would be the perfect fit for you. Think of it as a Sisterhood reborn.
 
Samantha: Hmm. We could really be a dominant force then. As if we're not already.
 
[Nina frowns, biting her lower lip.]
 
Nina: It’s a lot to think about…it really is…
 
Tiffany: And that’s understandable. So, take your time. But remember, looking out for others hasn’t gotten either of us jack! So, why not go back to looking out for number one?
 
[Nina is silent as Tiffany grins.]
 
Tiffany: Anyway, we’d better get going. Samantha and I have things to take care of. Ta.
 
[Fade.] 

[Fade to the back office Kieran Rae is watching, and Owen Cage walks into the room, a smirk on his gorgeous, sun-tanned face.  Kieran grins and holds out a hand as Owen and Kieran shake.]

Owen: Kieran Rae.

Kieran:  Owen Cage.  How's Orchid?

Owen:  She's just great dude, I just wanna say that I really appreciate Team EGO being allowed to take their title shot rematch back at Wrestlebowl.  Shane and I and Jas work so hard that we just know that we will not disappoint, those belts are as good as ours.

Kieran:  My pleasure, Team

Owen:  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!

[....]

Owen:  Excuse me.

Kieran:  Right.  You and Shane have brought tag team wrestling back to SPW and for that we all owe you a reward.  No I'm looking forward to it, no problems on my account.  Except for one little thing.

Owen:  What's that boss lady.  Name it.  Dueling chairs, TLC, House of Anarchy, sexy pose downs- you name it and TEAMMM... ...

Kieran: ...Ego.

Owen:  Is game.  In fact I feel like a million bucks. 

Kieran: Well that's just great because Bad Luck have been banging down my door to get into your match at Wrestlebowl too.  That means a three way dance if they're successful.  Unless-

Owen:  Unless we squash em tonight.  And you can count on it, Shane and Owen, we will destroy Chance and Patterson without breaking a sweat.  Because we make sexy, look easy.  We're your guys Kieran, we'll take out the trash tonight and then go on to reclaim our belts at Wrestlebowl. 

Kieran:  That's what I wanted to hear.  Good luck out there tonight.

Owen:  Luck?  Dude I don't need no stinkin luck.  Just point me in the right direction and you got yourself a five star matchup on your hands.  To quote the great Spikyjim, you got five fuckin snowflakes coming your way girl.  Ha ha!  TEAM!!!!

Kieran:  EGO! 

Owen:  Never gets old.  And of course if you really need a replacement for Vile, you just let the greatest tag team in the world of all time ever in on the deal and we gotcher back covered.  Peace, seeya!

Kieran:  Thanks Owen!

[Cage struts off, ready to go kick some ass in his main event matchup.  Kieran watches, smiling as he goes.]

COLT MONTANA vs CASTRO SHAW

[Lights in the arena shut off as an echoing guitar begins to ring out over the PA system.  Then we get the greatest quote in a movie, ever... (Roadhouse)]

VOICE: I used to fuck guys like you in prison!

[Then the stage lights up with fireworks as "Motherfucker of the Year" by Motley Crue rattles out a full blast over the PA system.  More fireworks go off as the SPW-a-tron, fires off pictures of Charles Manson, Oprah, Will Smith, King George III, Pee-Wee Herman, Billy Mays, a kid holding two guns drawn in a cowboy hat and whole heap more in rapid succession.]

"I'm just the bone in your side

The disrespect in your eye

I can't control myself"

[Slowly the pictures pull back until there are a bunch of them flashing together and spell out two words, those two words are none other than "CASTRO SHAW", just then from the back walks out the man main himself in a very slick and smooth manner.]

"I'm like the stain in your drain

I'm taking over your brain

'Cuz I can't help myself"

[Castro is wearing a US flag jacket with red and blue fringe hanging off of the sleevels, this of course matches his red, white and blue wrestling pants. He rubs his hands through his black curly hair and begins to make his way towards the ring... ignoring everyone on the way.] 

"Every time I turn my head

Why hear everything I said

Why I know they wish I'd go away."

[Shaw leaps up into the ring and quickly stands up on the turnbuckle where he holds his arms high into the air, just then he slowly extends his middle fingers so that each and every one of the fans knows what Shaw thinks of them and for the cameras to cut away.]

"Here I am again

Hey now... hey now...

I'm the motherfucker of the year."

[The music fades as Shaw gives a smirk towards the crowd.]

Emily:  FROM MIAMI FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS, THIS IS THE LOVE MACHINE... CASTRO SHAW!!

[The lights begin to flash in red and green as the slow horn and bass drum tracks of Deliquent Habits "Return of Tres Delinquentes" begins to kick up over the PA system! Images of Colt Montana flash on the screen as the black and white mask of the zany Luchadore mesh across the SPWTron showing Colt is slowly spinning on a rotating disc as he keeps trying to twist to look back over his shoulder to stare menacingly at the camera.  Fireworks explode from the center of the stage!!]

"There aint no next in line you'll find me out
All you gonna need no greed and no fear
At least 3.5 to keep your section in tune
Release and unleash the perfection!
This wont stop til the cops come blocking
With the 12 gauge shots sweeping me off the block HA!"

                                                              "VVVWOOOOSSSHHH!!!!" 

[And Colt Montana goes halfway up through the bottom of the stage, but the elevator doesn't go all the way and he has to climb up over the side to get up onto the metal platform!  The fans pop as Montana stands in a fringed SPW poncho, and turning sideways, begins to strut down the ramp clenching his fingers as red and green spotlights circle and flash overhead!]

"Cause in these days I pray with take flights
I sleep and smoke all day and works nights
Rock Right or Left Coasters it's only right
I give a toast to serve host to all y'all folks HA
It's probably hitting from madness we throw down
We bring the six sides so gather 'round"

[Heading across the aisle, Colt slaps hands with the fans and gets pulled nearly into the
stands by a giant enthusiastic woman!  Hey, there's ALWAYS ONE!  Anyhow Colt does
his best to escape her gravitational pull as he slides back down and now sweating in fear,
creeps to the other side and goes to high five a bunch of kids who probably can't eat him.
Montana turns around heading towards the ring, fist in the air as he struts and slides from
foot to foot, hitting the edge of the ring and twisting to roll right inside, popping up to
throw his hands up high!]

"Que undas muchacho arriba las manos gavatcho mureno penetra unbarrio
Este usi colorse right back frente Mexican esto parajente  
It's no coincidence the vato team -push the brainstorm the ancient metaphorm,
And did I mention the anch or what the whole damnation from block to block 
It don't stop till we see the cops movin' to our bench spot hip hop wont stop 

[Montana goes to the bottom rope and bouncing on it, points to the fans and jumps back
down to cartwheel around into a round off kicking his leg up to land with the Au Cortado! 
Capoeira nonwithstanding, Colt goes to jump to the nearest second turnbuckle and scales
to the top to point out to the fans!  Raising his poncho over his head to throw to the fans,
it gets stuck and man nearly falls right off the buckles to the floor below!!]

"Pop block and pray maybe even skate,
I get my take on the flesh breaks  
Bringing real spanish and damage those who imitate   
Try to emulate but they fake and they gauge penetrate   
Try to stimulate with the sound we love to hate  
Put your hands in the sky no lie it feels good,  
And my crack gets props in the roughest neighborhoods."  

[Red and Green spotlights circle the ring, bathing it in spanish colores as Colt still can't
get the stupid poncho off his head!  Resigned, he drops down and heads to the center of
the ring as he tries like crazy to pull the thing off his face until the Referee is forced to step
in and remind him its a snap, releasing Montana from his fringed prison.  Colt thanks him
and turns to raise a fist to the hard camera as he pounds his breast and does the shaky fist
clenching dance from side to side!!]

Emilly:  AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM TIJUANA MEXICO, STANDING 6 FOOT AND WEIGHING IN AT 200 POUNDS,

      THIS IS COLT!  MONTAAAAAAAAAANNAA!!! 

[HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Fade to the back as a black hummer pulls up in the parking garage.  Steve Stone rushes up in his black suit, mic in hand as he goes to see who it is.  From out of the door emerges the Wicked Clown himself, The Jester Chad Allen in a long black overcoat and white painted face.  Underneath the open leather you can see a T-Shirt reading "Pretty Pretty Princess. Stone holds up the mic in his face and smiles warmly as JCA is not really paying him any attention.]

Steve:  CHAD!  Chad Allen, arriving here in New Hampshire, tell us what are your thoughts that Vile Vince Viper is retiring, since you were apparently the last one to find out on Conquest?

[HJV heads around the back of his car, pulling open the door and taking out his gym bags.  Stone continues.]

Steve:  Chad Allen tonight you step into the ring against El Rey Futuro in a No DQ matchup, and man I think that it could get wild out there, we all know by now that the Children of Hardcore are already here, are you going to use them in your match tonight?

[Allen slams the door shut, and continues for the ring.  He notices a dumpster and stops for a minute.]

Stone:  And what's your thoughts on the fact that Iris Galiver no longer wants anything to do with you?

[JCA turns his face, leering within inches of Stone's.  The painted white and red pentagram between his eyes clearly visible.  Steve gulps and takes a step back, and suddenly JCA grabs him and chucks the announcer clear into the dumpster!!!]

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[JCA continues towards the arena, bag slung over his shoulder without saying a word.  Fade out.]

JAMES O'CONNOR vs SHAYNE GRISSOM

[The lights go out as a voice is heard.]

VOICE: I wish I could be... as cool as you!

[As the word "you" echoes, purple and gold laser lights begin to fill the arena as the voice of Kevin Rudolph 
is heard again, singing his hit song "Let it Rock".]

"Because when I arrive
I, I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot?
I must now remind you
Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock (heyyyyy!)"



          *******BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!*******



[A MASSIVE explosion hits as the big screen lights up with a purple background, 
and a gold outline of a man dropping into a squatting flex pose. The screen 
shows the following words switching back and forth between purple background 
and gold letters and gold background with purple letters]



                         S H A Y N E


                                  G R I S S O M


"Because when I arrive
I, I'll bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher
What this is, forgot?
I must now remind you
Let It Rock
Let It Rock
Let It Rock"

[Grissom walks out from behind the curtain. Shayne is wearing his purple tights that 
now have gold crosses on the legs. The word "Sugar" in gold on his rear end. Shayne's 
hair is long and slicked back as he grins with excitement for the moment. Shayne 
shakes a little in anticipation and starts walking down the aisle. Grissom reaches 
over on the right side and shakes a few hands of fans.]

"Now the son's disgraced
He, who knew his father
When he cursed his name
Turned, and chased the dollar"

[Grissom switches sides and slaps hands with fans, even stopping to take a picture 
with one lucky female fan.  New Hampshire cheers out as Shayne points out towards them.]

"But it broke his heart
So he stuck his middle finger
To the world
To the world
To the world"

[Grissom reaches the entrance area and walks around the ring, continuing to greet 
fans as he keeps his eye on the ring.  Shayne slides under the bottom rope and 
leaps to his feet, spinning in a circle with his arms out wide to celebrate with 
his fans.]

"And you take your time
And you stand in line
Well you'll get what's yours
I got mine"

[Grissom stops spinning in the middle of the ring and drops into a squatting 
position and flexes as the pyro explodes behind him!]



           *****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!*****



[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Emily:  THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR A FUSION TITLE SHOT!  
INTRODUCING FIRST, THIS IS "SUGAR!!"



                    SHAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYNE GRISSSOM!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[The opening chords of Pillar's "Throwdown" blast through the arena. Gold lights flash in time with the beat.]


"Light it up!"


[Across the gold screen, three black letters light up to a wave of adulation from the crowd.]

[The video screen blares up the a video of James O'Connor outwrestling a victim flashes up over the glowing screens. Mini Spotlights flash up the scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway.]

"Training day is over

It's been laid on the line

I've given this all I've got

And I'll have my time to shine"

[Under the letters JOC, the wrestling technician himself steps out of the back. "Cunning" James O'Connor steps up out onto the stage and looks across the arena as a chorus of fans cheer their heads off!!]


"I will settle for no less

Than the best I have to give

Only the strong survive

When they try to take you down"


[James O'Connor surveys the fans from the top of the ramp, raising a fist into the air. He walks purposefully down the aisle, fully intent on the ring. James slows his walk to the ring as the cheers become louder. He wears his black leather jacket and black half tights with a single gold stripe running down each leg, black knee pads and black boots. With a cool look on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with nothing but a wide eyed amazement. The music crashes around him as he slaps a few hands and heads for the ringsteps. He climbs the stairs and makes his way along the ring apron's edge, dusting his boots in a show of respect.]

"Toe to toe and pound for pound
It's time to step up it's time to throw down!
There's nothing you say that could ever fade me
Serving up another lesson learned
Light it up and let the fire burn"


[James O'Connor stands in the center of the apron glow, illuminated as he raises a fist and yells out, inciting the crowd! Slamming a hand on the belt he runs his mouth. JOC swings a leg and steps into the ring. The lights begin to rise as JOC raises a fist into the air. A striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house leading his entrance theme like the burning fire in O'Connor's's eyes streaming out across the arena.]



"There's nothing you say that could ever change me

Toe to toe and pound for pound

It's time to step up it's time to throw down!"


Emily: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM WILMINGTON DELAWARE, WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS...

JAAAMES O'COOONORRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  Shayne Grissom stepping foot into the ring and will go toe to toe with James O'Connor, this is Ascension and we are live here in Hampton Beach New Hampshire, from the Hampton Beach Casino Ballroom.  Thanks to Steve Greedy this fight is now on his show, Ascension and it will be for the number one contendership to the Fusion Title- now held by Eddie Christian!
 
Vik:  Yeah man and Christian upsetting Baldwin the Born Champion in full effect!  But I don't know can he stave off the challengers of this new generation of fighter, like the ultra popular JOC or Sugar Shayne?  Not to mention Castro Shaw breathing down the back of Christian as well talk about the title hunt heating up!
 
Jack:  Well as we go now to the ring one can only wonder why Steve Greedy has demanded this match be set up on his show, why did he make the deal with Sensuous Samantha Bevins to pull the trade, we saw what JDM Superstar got out of it as he took down Quinn Scott however, something about this has got to be a reason for Greedy; nothing Steve does is by mistake.
 
[James O'Connor stands on the second rope, fists rising to the crowd as New Hampshire cheers back!  Shayne Grissom nods across the ring, as Referee Todd Lucchesi calls for the bell.  The fans cheer as both men walk to the center of the ring, JOC nodding and offering a handshake as Shayne takes it, both giving the other a mutal sign of respect as the fans in the Hampton Beach Ballroom applaud as well.]
 
Jack:  James O'Connor and Shayne Grissom with the circle, and both in with the lockup!  Oh Grissom with a slight size advantage, moves to work JOC back and across the ring. James putting on the brakes, and fighting back! 
 
Vik:  Yeah but Shayne with the side headlock, and James right there to take him back into the ropes!!
 
[JOC runs Shayne off his head to send him across the ring.  Giving chase, James charges as Grissom hits the side and James slams the knee right into his guts!  Grissom staggers as O'Connor hits the elbow to the back!  Locking the head he goes right into the spinning neckbreaker!  Shayne hits the mat and JOC goes for the cover but Grissom kicks out before the one count!]
 
 
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  JOC with the cover not the count as Shayne Grissom already rolling up!  Grissom with the kneesmash to the no!  James sidestepped and wrapping in the sleeper around the head of Sugar Shayne-
 
 
Vik:  SHAYNE FOR THE STUNNER!!
 
 
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  JOC SHOVES HIM OFF!!! 
 
 
[Grissom turns around as James plows him over with the clothesline!  Shayne hits the mat and rolls up as James snapmares him right over to a seated position, then jumps to snap the dropkick into the top of the spine!]
 
Vik:  OH!  Shayne knocked sideways as James runs the ropes, comes off the side and leaps to kick out the leg and LEGDROP down it connects!
 
Jack:  James with the cover again no Shayne kicks out before one!  Oh this contendership so important to him!
 
Vik:  O'Connor taking him right up and forearm shot to send Shayne Grissom stumbling, knocks him back to the corner and taking his head over, slams it off the top turnbuckle!
 
Jack:  And JOC just beating into Shayne with rights and lefts, Grissom with the fist of his own!  And reversing he throws James in the corner!  Beating down and into his guts!  Grissom lets the haymaker fly!  And pulling his head out, slams the back and DDT!!
 
 
[FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Vik:  SHAYNE WITH THE COVER!
 
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Jack:  JAMES O'CONNOR KICKS OUT!!  Rolling over as he gets up and Shayne with the Tilt A Whirl right into the BACKBREAKER!  Oh!!  And Grissom with the pumphandle lift to take James O'Connor up into the air and NAILS THE POWERSLAM!  Talk about a meltdown, Shayne Grissom looking to add the punishment to his valiant competitor!
 
Vik:  Shayne off the ropes and SWANTON DIVE JAMES GETS THE KNEES UP!!
 
 
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Vik:  Oh that's gotta hurt! 
 
Jack:  O'Connor able to battle back to gain some recovery time, these fans are behind him but they do like this fan favorite in Shayne Grissom as well!  James getting up, feeling the fans behind him and Shayne to his feet JAMES with the diving ELBOW into his face!  Shayne knocked senseless!
 
[JOC spins to scream as he throws Grissom with the irish whip!  Shayne goes back into the corner, and James stomps his feet before breaking into a run!  He charges across the ring and flies to smash the shining wizard in the corner!!]
 
 
  ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!***
 
 
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  AND BULLDOG FROM JOC TO SLAM GRISSOM OUT OF THE CORNER!  THE COVER!  THE COUNT!!
 
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Vik:  SHAYNE KICKS OUT!!  He will not be pinned by JOC!
 
 
[O'Connor fights to get up and keep Shayne going but Grissom picks him up and falls backwards to catch his throat across the top rope!!  The fans roar as James bounces back, gripping at his throat and Shayne runs him over with the spinning heel kick!!]
 
 
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  And Grissom now pointing to the fans and telling them all he will be the Fusion Champion!  Shayne Grissom pulling James O'Connor over, and hauling his head in he's looking to set him up for the Powerbomb!
 
 
Vik:  GRISSOM WITH JAMES IN THE AIR!!  AND SPINS AROUND
 
 
Jack:  JAMES REVERSES INTO A FLYING ARMDRAG TAKEOVER!!
 
 
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Vik:  SHAYNE taken over, gets up and JAMES SHOOTS THE DROPKICK INTO HIS CHEST!!
 
 
[Shayne goes all the way back into the ropes, catching himself on the top rope as he tries to stay afloat and James charges to throw the clothesline at Shayne Grissom!  Grissom ducks and backdrops JOC over the side but James lands on the apron!  Shayne turns around as James runs the corner and jumping off the second turnbuckle shoots his legs out to spring over the side and back into the ring as he dropkicks Shayne off his feet again!!]
 
 
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  AND THAT'S THE MOVE HE'S TAKEN DOWN LEGENDS WITH!!
 
 
Vik:  Look at James!  On the apron and pulling back on the top rope!  Looking to go to the air!!
 
 
[JOC springs to the top rope as Shayne Grissom rises and James flies off the cable to catch the head and flips to smash the Diamond Dust!!]
 
 
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  JOC LANDS SHAYNE GRISSOM ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!
 
 
Vik:  SPRINGBOARD DIAMOND DUST!!  AWWWW YEEEAH!!!!
 
 
[James rolls over and gets up with fists clenched, roaring at the crowd!  New Hampshire screams back as James O'Connor pulls Shayne Grissom up and leaps to land the Lungblower!  The fans pop like crazy as James knees back to his feet, shooting up and running towards the ropes leaps to the second turnbuckle, then jumps to the top and flies off backwards to land the Moonsault, and slam himself across Shayne's chest!!]
 
 
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  MOONSAULT!  AND O'CONNOR AGAIN GOING FOR THE THREE!
 
 
Vik:  CAN HE BE THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!?
 
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
3-NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  SHAYNE KICKS OUT!!  He kicked out!  Shayne Grissom still alive in this one and James pulling up his head- HEADBUTT SMASH!!  Oh!  And Grissom laid out, James on Shayne and just pounding at his head!  JOC wants to earn the right to face the Champ and ultra competitive- and his fans want to see it too!
 
[New Hampshire comes alive as James pops up, screaming to the fans!  Shayne sits up, checking his forehead for blood as JOC runs the ropes and comes back to dive into the Rolling Koppou Kick!  His heel comes down on Shayne as Grissom kicks and spasms, and JOC hauls to hook him up, then spikes the DDT going right into the Guillotine Submission lock!]
 
 
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  GUILLOTINE!!  JAMES O'CONNOR WITH THE SUBMISSION ON SHAYNE GRISSOM!  CAN HE MAKE HIM TAP!?!  CAN HE WIN THIS MATCH AND GO ON TO CHALLENGE EDDIE CHRISTIAN!?
 
 
[The fans are cheering but Shayne is not done yet!  Getting out the hand, he palms into the mat and forces himself up!  Pushing with both hands, Grissom strains to make his way for the ropes, James squeezing on to cut off his air!  Shayne reaches out a hand as the Referee shouts for the tap- and Grissom fights to get over and grab onto the bottom rope!]
 
 
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Vik:  WOW.  Congrats to Shayne Grissom for surviving that, and the Ref says break James O'Connor breaking off right away, up to drag Grissom with the rear waistlock! 
 
 
Jack:  SHAYNE HANGING ON!!  Hanging on with both arms and Dives through the ropes OH JAMES!  HIS FACE RIGHT INTO THE TOP ROPE!!
 
 
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
 
Vik:  SHAYNE DUCKING INSIDE!  HE SHOOTS IN TO GRAB THE FIREMAN'S CARRY!  LOOKING FOR THE SUGAR SHOCK!!!
 
 
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  JOC HANGING ON!  HANGING ONTO THE TOP ROPE FOR DEAR LIFE!!
 
 
Vik:  AW MAN HE TAKES THIS MOVE IT'S OVER!!!
 
 
[Grissom tries to pull James off but O'Connor hangs on and Grissom instead turns to chuck him right over the side!  The fans stand to scream as JOC sails all the way down to the floor!  O'Connor hits the ringside mats with a smack, Shayne collapsing into the side as he hangs on, barely able to stand!  JOC writhes on the floor, yelling in agony as he tries to force himself up!]
 
Jack:  Oh he hit it hard there, all his weight come crashing down into the floor and Shayne with a bit of a desperation move there, tossing James clear to the ground of the Hampton Beach Ballroom as these fans looking on in concern.  The right to challenge Eddie Christian on the line for the Fusion Championship, just which one of these brave warriors can and will go on to fight for the title?
 
Vik:  I don't know Jack but you gotta give it to both Superstars, both men, just giving it their all here on SPW Ascension!  Oh they're gonna fight till there's nothing left!!
 
[Lucchesi shouts at Grissom to stay back as James is trying to get up to his feet, and suddenly down the aisle the fans scream out as Steve Greedy walks down the aisle, marching with a zealous delight!  Dressed to the nines, the General Manager of Ascension walks towards the ring, pointing at JOC and telling him he's nothing!!]
 
 
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  STEVE GREEDY!?   WHAT'S HE DOING OUT HERE!!
 
 
Vik:  Oh this is why he wanted this match booked for Ascension!  So he could get up close and personal!
 
 
[James painfully makes his way up as Steve Greedy comes around the side, and taking a pair of golden knux from his pocket puts them on his hand!  The Referee shouts at Steve not to do it, and Greedy smiles as he rushes across ringside and slams the strike right into James O'Connor's head!!]
 
 
[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  STEVE GREEDY JUST PUNCHED JOC OUT WITH THE GOLDEN KNUX!  THAT BASTARD WHAT THE HELL!
 
 
Vik:  AND GREEDY NOW YELLING AT THE REFEREE NOT TO DISQUALIFY SHAYNE GRISSOM!
 
 
[Lucchesi screams back as Steve threatens him and picking up James O'Connor, turns to toss the man right inside the ring!  James rolls over and collapses, completely unconscious!  Shayne Grissom just stares in pure hate, as Steve Greedy orders him to make the pin!!]
 
 
[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!  STEVE GREEDY SERVING UP JAMES O'CONNOR TO "SUGAR" SHAYNE GRISSOM!  AND DEMANDING SHAYNE MAKE THE PIN!
 
 
Vik:  Oh Shayne is not happy about this, but then again he will not pass this chance up! 
 
Jack:  But he's torn apart inside at this, believe me this is not the way Shayne wanted to win!  Grissom cursing out, and dropping down, he makes the pin on JOC no!  Not like this!  Come on this was a great match up until this point!
 
Vik:  And Steve Greedy ordering Lucchesi to make the count!  Oh the GM killing James's chances at getting this title shot!
 
 
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
 **DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!**
 
 
[EARTH SHATTERING HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
Jack:  And Shayne Grissom just rolling out from the ring, in disgust!  He can't believe what he was just forced to do and Steve Greedy now all smiles, oh he had this planned from day one, Steve apparently blaming JOC for his loss in the World Title match at Wrestlebowl!
 
Vik:  Yeah and he cost him his Fusion Title matchup!!  Steve Greedy... you gotta hand it to him he's a sick SOB but he is effective!  Revenge uncalled for or not, our GM just blatantly cost James his match and shot at the SPW Fusion Title.  And now, now calling for the mic!?
 

[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Page Yoga.  Fading into a black room, Lindsey Page is sitting there in a full meditation.  Breathing in hard, the redhead stares straight ahead, clear blue eyes staring and seeing nothing.  In her black tanktop and arms still showing a muscular build, the journeywoman clears her conscience and empties her soul as nothing but darkness can be seen around her.  Taking a deep breath, Lindsey inhales, letting her chest fill up.  Her eyes remain vacant.  Thoughts of pain, rage, devastation and sadomasochism run through her mind.  And then she lets it go.  Picturing chair shots, battles inside steel cages, and some of the horrible allies she's made flash through next, like sand in an hourglass.

Lindsey breathes, and then is still.  The entire flow and spectrum of her storied wrestling career begins to run through her mind, her brain cycling through memories of flashbacks of times long past.  Gone.  And now, a new slate, an open mind, more than enough room for a time to come, this space for rent, as Lindsey looks forward now to what she's going to do.

Page breathes in again.  And begins to smile.  Fade to darkness.]

LINDSEY PAGE.... RETURNING TO SPW.

[Fade to the back hallways as Kieran Rae is none too pleased with what just went on moments ago.  The crowd still booing over Spooky Doom, Kieran is shaking her head and very disappointed with Doom's actions.  Tara Silver comes up to meet her, mic in hand as the Italian Fitness Model holds up a microphone for the SPW CEO.]

Tara:  Kieran Rae, after just witnessing what we saw earlier, not only did Steve Greedy cause JOC to lose his title contender's position to Shayne Grissom he just convinced Spooky Doom to sign with SPW and turn his back on the fans!  Your thoughts please.

Kieran:  Well I'm clearly upset with the choices Spooky has made.  He is supposed to be a hero to millions, to kids who buy his masks and wear his glow in the dark T-Shirts, and they love him.  Well at least they did.  Now, this kid, the Undead Superstar or whatever he wants to call himself is just going to sell out to The Rich One?  For what?

Tara:  A shot at Wrestlebowl?  Word is there was a huge money contract laid on the table for Doom as well.

Kieran:  Money isn't worth your self-respect.  Doom was a hero, his entire career he was a role model for the kids and now this, now he's turned his back on everything that's brought him to where he was supposed to be today.  He, he should be ashamed with his behavior and if not for Shayne Grissom Doom might have ended the career of JOC.  And that would have been unforgivable. 

Tara:  So you're not going to place Doom in Vile's spot, no matter what Greedy says?

Kieran:  No of course not.  Doom needs to learn there are consequences for his actions, and nearly ending a fellow Superstar takes food out of the mouths of James O'Connor's famiy.  Now I don't expect Steve Greedy to live up to that code of honor but I expected better from Doom, I really did.  The closest he'll get to the main event at Wrestlebowl is if he buys a ticket.  Now if you'll excuse me Tara, I have a match to put together and you can be the first to hear it. 

Tara:  Thanks Kieran. 

[Rae continues on as Tara looks towards the camera.]

Tara:  Jack & Vik?  Back to you. 

JESTER CHAD ALLEN vs EL REY FUTURO

No Disqualification

[The lights in the arena turn gold. As the light turns, white rose pedals fall from the top of the arena mixing in mysteriously with the gold light. After a few silent moments we hear the Mexico City Pilharmonic Orchesta and The National Youth Orchestra Of Mexico blending together to produce a classical sounding Mexican beat. As the beat picks up we hear a group of female Mexican Sopranos in a chant.]

"We Present The Bendecido
We Give You The Chosen
The Bendecido Is Coming
Welcome The Bendecido"

[A Gregorian chant begins until the voice of Sonora Martinez comes over the PA]

"I Present _YOU_ EL REY FUTURO"

"The King Has Come"

[The beat picks up mixing in the classical Mexican Orchestra sound with Sonora Martinez’s bands rock sound. El Rey Futuro comes from the back with a spotlight on him wearing his normal attire with a white cape with his symbolic picture of a Priest with his hands together, with a crown on his head in a gold color. The crowd lets out a cheer as Futuro makes his way to the ring.]

"The Legend Of Futuro Is Here
You Want The Best?
We're Giving It To You
You Want The King?!
He Has Come"

[The music continues as Futuro is followed with the spotlight on him, he reaches out touching the hands of a few fans. Futuro makes his way up the steel steps before leaping over the top rope and whipping his cape off, throwing in to the ringside assistant.]

Emily:  FROM LEON MEHECO... WEIGHING IN AT 239 POUNDS AND STANDING 6 FOOT 2,

          HE IS!    ELLLLL RRRRRRRRRRRREEEEYYY  FUUUTUUUURRRRRRRRRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                      "JESTER" CHAAAAAAAAAAAD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[HJV rolls into the ring, infuriated at being abandoned by his Princess.  Getting up Jester pulls off his trenchcoat and tosses it to the floor.  We can now see the myriad of tattoos on his arms and chest, as well as a plethora of scars that line his bare upper body.  The music slowly fades out and the lights return to normal.]

Jack:  Thanks Tara and right now The Jester Chad Allen in the ring, The Father of The Family and he is set to face off with El Rey Futuro.  Futuro moving around as the popular fan favorite of Code of Honor pointing out towards JCA, you're watching Ascension this is Shootfire Professional Wrestling and this match-

Vik:  This match is No DQ Baby!

[We open to a figure seated in darkness and silhouetted in dim light.  What appears to be a lit cigarillo is brought his lips, the glowing tip casting a pale shade upon that scarred face briefly until a billowing exhale of smoke filled the air.  The cigarillo is lowered from view as the figure leans back in his seat with a soft sigh.  With a graveled and worn, yet familiar voice, the figure begins to speak with the hint of what could be an English accent.]

Voice:  Once upon a time there was this man.  He didn't want much outta' life, just ta' make a lil' money and bash a few skulls.  Seems like a simple enough task, don't it?

[A gruff chuckle sounds and the figure takes another puff off that cigarillo.]

He works a few promotions here and there, and because he's such a big, scary lookin' guy, they want him ta' play dress up and act like some bloody fuckin' demon in each and every damned time he shows up.  To cut to the chase, that poor, miserable son of a bitch, is me.

[There was a visible shrugging of shoulders.]

I figure, what tha' hell?  Play there stupid lil' games, who knows, could be fun.  Instead I became a goddamned punch line, was never taken seriously, and in the end, I was forced ta' leave and wasn't paid anythin' near what I was promised.  Fucked over seven days from Sunday over a barrel with a fuckin' barbwire ball bat and nooooo lubrication.  Took a run with some podunk lil' piss ant indy company to give me any credibility, and they screwed me over in the end too.  I'm still lookin' for that bastard, he owes me .

[There was a low growl of discontent as he took another drag.]

So I hear an offer from some old bloke by tha' name of Gideon Cain.  Says he wants me ta' come back to SPW.  First time he makes tha' offer, I tell 'em to go fuck himself.  I wasn't fallin' back into that trap, not this old soldier.  Fuck that.  You see, I made the assumption that old man Cain works for AJ Black, the guy who I personally hold responsible for turning me into a runnin' gag in the first place.

[The smoke had now begun to grow thick in the air.  The man puts it out off camera, then pulls a pack of cigarillos from his pocket along with a chrome lighter.  Leaning down he pulls a cigarillo out by his lips, and promptly lights it with a few flicks of his lighter.  Taking a long drag, he blows out another thick puff of smoke.]

Turns out I needed ta' brush up on my current events.  Apparently, AJ was a reeeeally bad boy while I was away, and is now livin' on some tiny lil' island.  So when Gideon Cain called me up a month later and relayed to me these important facts, I decided maybe it was time for me to return.  I told him though, no more dressin' up like tha' Devil.  He said not a problem so....

[The figure leans forward, finally revealing himself in off camera lighting to be none other than the former "Icon of Sin", Gyth.  His scarred face had aged little since he last looked into an SPW Camera with those ice blue eyes.  His hair appears a bit more gray and cut much shorter and his attire was far more civil- consisting of a dark burgundy dress shirt, black jeans, and silver capped boots.  One thing remains the same, however...]

[...He bares those chrome fangs with a wicked smile that nightmares are made from.]

...I said yes...

[The scene fades to black.]

TEAM EGO vs BAD LUCK

[Open up at a wide shot of the Hampton Beach Ballroom and thousands of packed fans, as the voice of Jack Sharp booms over the landscape. Wrestlebowl banners hang from the rafters as spotlights center on the ring.]

Jack:  Ladies and Gentlemen as you just heard, we will have a qualifying match for the replacement for Vile Vince Viper to go down this next Monday Night on SPW Conquest.  Whisper, Heartless Jakob Volga, Jester Chad Allen and the new Fusion Champion and one half of the World Tag Champions Eddie Christian will step foot into the ring, the winner will go to Wrestlebowl to compete against Marcus Davis, Dave Pietka and Andrew Davis in what should be a great match.  

Vik:  Whoo hoo well I think JCA is an odds on favorite but many will say Andrew Davis as he was the World Champion until Sammy Knight caused the title to be vacated.  With the departure of Triple V impending, four Superstars now have the rare opportunity to compete for the gold at Shootfire's biggest pay per view of the year.  Andrew Davis, Dave Pietka, Marcus Davis, none of them are any slouch in the ring and these four guys that want to be the fourth man have their work cut out for 'em.  Break a leg- break somebody else's, just do whatever you have to do to get that spot!

Jack:  Words well said and now speaking of the Tag Champ Eddie Christian, the Born Champion that is, his rivals set to do battle tonight as Chance Fortuna and RIch Patterson about ready to hit the ring, as they look to take on Team EGO.  This is your Ascension main event.

[The sound of a heartbeat fills the arena, and with each beat the lights get dimmer, and dimmer, and dimmer, until reaching darkness – at which point, a woman’s scream pierces through the PA system, and all that can be seen throughout the arena is the message across the SPWtron…]

I

AM

A

REFLECTION

OF

YOU

[…as “Lava” by Ministry begins to pound through the speakers around the darkened arena, the message remaining onscreen – albeit looking as if the screen is malfunctioning.   As the bass kicks in and reverberates around the arena, red lights begin to pulse in synch with the theme, and Rich Patterson emerges at the top of the ramp wearing a “Contents Under Extreme Pressure” t-shirt, holding his half of the tag team titles in one hand without making anything of it]

“Hot lava
Big Monkey flow
Chokin' on a Monroe
Floating down like a rain (Oh yeah…)”

[Patterson walks down the ramp, working a kink out of his neck, occasionally casting disgusted glances at the privileged that sit by the entrance ramp]

”Hot lava
On the always
Make ready to burn
What the hell is in your
Lost and your found
Got lotta those time
Some owner lost
He wants nothin' but the kick underground”

[Patterson reaches the bottom of the ramp and throws his belt into the ring, before rolling under the bottom rope and getting to his feet]

"(Be Healed, Be healed!)"

[Patterson picks his belt off the mat and paces back and forth, eyes flicking between members of Team Ego, before he tosses his belt towards the referee]

“Hot lava, lava…”

[Patterson draws a line with his foot, standing his ground and goading Team Ego to make the first move]

"(Be Healed Be healed!)"

[Patterson takes a step back, placing a hand on the referee’s shoulder whilst fixing his gaze on Team Ego, and has a few words with the referee – clearly not to the Referee’s liking]

Travis McCoy V/O: Chance Fortuna! New York's Finest, baby!

"All press is good press kids
So if you wanna see us gone
Then I suggest you keep our name out of your headlines
Unless you wanna mess that is
Your best bet is to set your dirty laundry separate
From the clean before your deadline"

[The curtains are shoved aside by Chance Fortuna as the soft piano plays behind the hip hop beats. Standing at the top of the entrance way, Chance struts forward, receiving a huge and hellacious heel pop from the capacity crowds. The pretty boy doesn't seem to mind, holding his arms out to the side and basking in the glow and adulation that he gives himself.]
 
"Admit it you wanted to be an artist
But your parents and that tiny voice inside you
Said it wasn't worth the hardships
What better way to compensate then to hate
On everything you wish you were
But didn't have the balls to harness"

[Chance continues to grin away, strutting down the ramp as he makes his way for the ring. The fans reach out and slap him across the arms and back, Fortuna ignores them for the most part before starting up the steps, not even paying them attention before climbing into the ring.]
 
"Pop culture's my trip, somehow you think your gonna stop us
Cuz you flirted with a chick who's got my tongue in her esophagus
Bitches post anonymous We shat on 07, 08 is gonna be great imagine 2011
Give me one good reason I shouldn't dead this debate"

[Fortuna adjusts the collar on his dress shirt and motions for the house mic from the ring announcer.  Having it handed to him, Chance leans against the ring ropes and smiles looking out over the crowd.]
 
"Don't worry I'll wait....
That's the fuck I thought
Cat got your tongue
Next time get your facts right
Google me and act right"

Chance:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!  FROM MANHATTAN NEW YORK, STANDING 6 FOOT 2 AND WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS...

   ... I AM ...

 "LUCKY!"  CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNCE FORRRRRRRRRRRRTUNNNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[The lights go down low to near pitch black levels as the thunderous rock and roll entrance from David Bowie's "Fame" begins to smash as the lights flash red to the beat as a red laser light snaps across the crowd, energy electrifying the audience and perhaps giving them cancer.  Then drums start kicking in as the line of slight pyrotechnics makes its way from mid-ramp to the top of the ramp, then when it hits the top-]

    ********BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!********



[A HUGE Wall of Flame bursts out on stage as the song kicks into full gear!!]


[MASSIVE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[The fire slowly fades to nothing as from out of the cinders steps the one and only Owen Cage himself, in a snazzy new blue neon tights with his first name airbrushed up and down his legs. His blonde hair is long and grown out, brown streaks in it as he wipes it back from behind dark black Fendi shades, a familiar looking black forearm guard strapped to his right wrist!]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

"Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow
Fame

Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane
Fame!"

[Dressed in black sunglasses and red wrestling tights with his name written up the side in crimson neon lettering, black boots and a matching forearm guard, the Canalucharesu Kid stands tall atop the metal stage as highlights of him flying clear over the ropes into Chase Rogers plays over the SPWTron! Images show CKid flying off the top rope with the Hurricanrana, teaming with Shane Diamond and spray painting "Heartless" Jakob Volga!!]

"Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame

Fame, "Nien! It's mine!" is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to, crime
Fame"

[The fans roar out, cheering him on as fireworks explode high overhead!  Shane Diamond swaggers out next, making his way out next, Shane with one hand raised in the air!  Wearing a silver shirt with Templar designs and True Religion indigo blues, Diamond grins, raising his fists out high.  Both start down the metal ramp, heading for the ring as the fans give them the hell they deserve!  Cage makes his way down as Security escorts them past the crowd, past the federation fans as they cheer Team EGO on.  Shane laughs at the camera from underneath, letting out an victorious Hyena-like style laugh!  Miss Jasmine saunters out next, in a matching silver bandeau top and shiny short pants, her blonde highlights streaming as she wraps her arm around Shane's waist, who dips her low with a kiss!]

"Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Really, really?

Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame!"

[Cage heads down the ring as the fans give him great heat as he waves to the fans as they stand up and cheer.  Kneeling up to the apron, Owen holds up his forearm guard to the fans and turns to gaze out across the jam-packed arena.  As Shane lifts the bottom rope for Jasmine to enter, Owen Cage climbs to the top rope from the outside, removes his sunglasses and holds his title in the air as some fans return to the gesture, cheers increasing even louder!!  Jasmine points out as Cage and Shane run their mouths from the buckles and celebrate their arrival in the Hampton Beach Ballroom!]

"Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain
Fame"

[Fireworks continue to explode from the scaffolding above as Owen Cage walks to the center of the ring to stand atop the SPW logo.  The man stands tall as lights spin and circle in the darkness of the arena, flashing glare. Throwing his fists into the air, Cage laughs and rears back as a last burst of pyro sends a shower of sparks flaming down throughout the ring area!!!]

Cage:  TEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

Shane:  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Owen Cage wipes back his hair and looks sideways out as the fans cheer at seeing his snazzy new neon red tights.  Shane Diamond struts around in his bright silver tights, throwing his tongue at the face of Chance & Rich!  Cage smiles wide at the fans, and pointing to his crowd mocks Bad Luck with an open mouth, laughing as he knows he's living out his dream!]
 

Emily:  AND THEIR OPPONENTS, ACCOMPANIED BY MISS JASMINE, THEY ARE

SHAAAAAAAAAAAAANE DIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAMOND! 

AND OWEN!  CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!

THEY ARE TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAM!!   EEEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*DINGDINGDING!!!*

[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  Ascension is the place to be, Doom returning tonight, Lindsey Page and Nathan Gyth on their way back, plus we'll have the tag team debut of Noah Lawrence and Josh Manning aka Wave of the Future next week so, you defintely don't want to miss this.  SPW is just becoming THE place to be and Ascension is right where the money's at!  I gotta give it to Steve Greedy, say what you will about the man but he is a great mind for business -as we're getting great tag team wrestling action with Team EGO and Bad Luck squaring off.

Jack:  It will be Chance Fortuna and the title belts they hold hostage on the table in front of us, and Tiffany Lane at ringside.  Since she joined forces with Bad Luck, Lane has become the woman responsible for keeping an eye on those belts at all times, you know Marissa Monet and Eddie Christian will stop at nothing to get their belts back, currently held in hostage by Bad Luck.

[Fortuna and Patterson debate who’ll be starting the match – a discussion that takes a lot longer than is usually expected in these circumstances]

Jack: Well this is something I’ve never seen – both men want to start the match, yet neither wants to be on the apron first. 

[Team Ego look on bemused at their opponent’s lack of coherence, even more so when Fortuna steps forward and Patterson shoves past him]

Jim: That’s the sort of proactive thinking that makes these two the best team in the history of Shootfire Pro!

Sean: Proactive?

Jim: Both men want to take the fight to Team Ego from the outset!

[Patterson shoves Fortuna back to underline his point, bit Chance ducks under and jumps to the center!  The camera goes to the World Tag Team Titles on the timekeeper's desk as Tiffany Lane stands by.  Inside the ring Chance Fortuna is talking trash as he mocks Owen Cage, Cage nodding to thumb his nose and goes in for the leg as Chance kicks back, waving his finger and flashing 'Blue Steel']

Vik:  They were fighting over who gets to start first!  Talk about arrogance!!

Jack:  CHANCE AND OWEN locking up!  Chance with that forearm guard using it to twist Owen's arm over, winding it back into a hammerlock.  Chance Fortuna's finisher the keylock, almost a kimura style armbar that he loves to set up for, nothing says domination like forcing your opponent to submit!

Vik:  No doubt man no doubt and Chance with the hammerlock set in, can Owen Cage get out of this?

[Cage goes for the drop toehold and takes Chance down on his face!  Working for the arm himself Owen goes for the limb but Chance ducks out and grabs the head for the snap suplex.  Owen gets the leg inside and suplexes Chance up into the air himself!  Fortuna lands back down behind him and breaks for the ropes as Owen turns to let the high kick fly!  Chance rushes underneath to continue across the ring.  Owen sails to the canvas forcing Chance to hop over on the way back!  Cage gets the arm out to hook Fortuna and toss him with the hiptoss but Fortuna flips and lands on his feet!  He clotheslines out the back of the legs and dives to make the lateral press!]

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jack:  OWEN KICKS UP!!  Rolling armbar over to the armrwinger he has Chance who drops, shoots in fireman's carry to the takeover tossing Cage Chance on top no Cage's legs headscissoring Fortuna down Owen with the press Chance kicks out pulling Cage up OWEN WITH THE INSIDE CRADLE!!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jack:  FORTUNA KICKS OUT!!  Owen with the headlock right away!

Vik:  You just can't keep a good man down!  At least not without kicking said Good Man in the face about twenty times!

Jack:  Owen with the suplex, this time Chance counters!  Cage has his leg and Fortuna with the enzugiri!  Missed!  Chance on his face!  Cage with the legs turns Chance over dives forward prawn hold with the bridge and

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Jack:  CHANCE KICKS OUT!!  Rolling up and Cage with the kip up!!

[Both men face off and separate causing the crowd to pop for both!  The fans in New Hampshire are cheering as Chance tells Cage off and goes over to tag out to Rich Patterson.   Tiffany Lane looks on as Chance tells Rich to take them down.  Patterson steps inside as Shane tags in and goes to the buckles, raising his arms to bask in the cheers of his fans!!]

[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  Shane Diamond entering the ring, and it's always a good time when The Diamond is playing.  Rich in and not impressed, he doesn’t want to be here, as he despises the people he is playing the role of a dancing bear for. 

Jack: Well that doesn’t bode well for Team Ego, given how Patterson is a malicious heavy hitter when he isn’t fuelled by disdain and revulsion…Patterson and Diamond squaring off...

[Patterson kicks Shane in the gut, with a suspicion of it being a tad lower, and throws him throat-first into the middle rope, quickly placing a knee on his back to keep him prone in that position!  Patterson looks out into the crowd in front of him, whilst he batters Diamond with a series of crossface punches in the ropes!]

Sean:  Patterson over and slams the tag out the Chance!

[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  Shane Diamond catches an attempted kick to the gut from Chance, and takes him down to the mat with a back heel trip.  With Fortuna facing Team Ego’s corner, Diamond locks him in a Boston crab in the center of the ring! With his partner in peril, Patterson steps into the ring, approaching Diamond – and slugs him right in the face with a hard right!]

[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack: Such a cheapshot, punching a man in his unguarded face like that!

Vik: He broke the hold, didn’t he?

[True to Avatar’s analysis, as Diamond clutches at his nose, he releases the hold on Fortuna, how gets back to a vertical base]

Jack:  Rich Patterson tagging in and coming right for the former World Tag Team Champ.

[Patterson looks to take Diamond out with the spinning backfist, but Diamond ducks it and comes back with a few right hands to stagger Patterson and runs the ropes, but Patterson catches him with the snap flapjack as he returns and, with Diamond face down on the mat, Patterson steps on the back of Diamond’s head as he makes his way to his corner to tag in Fortuna]

Vik:  And you know both their styles compliment each other pretty well, as the dynamic Chance Fortuna leaping in and over to go to the side!  Running over towards Diamond he throws the kick upside the head!  Shane in a bad way and Chance has the head!

Jack: Chance with the swinging neckbreaker to take the man over, now hoisting himself up to the ropes, comes off the second with the diving elbow strike straight into the forehead from the buckles!!

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  Chance now winding that arm over in between his legs- throws himself backwards with the bridge!!

Jack:  OH!! Torqued it nearly out from the socket!  And Chance Fortuna moving around, waistlock up no SHANE with the snapmare and KICKS FORTUNA UP THE BACK!!

[The fans cheer as Chance cringes and Shane turns around, looking for Owen.  He goes across the ring but with Rich and Tiffany shouting Chance shoves up and rushes to dive into Diamond's knee!!]

[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  Shane limping Chance turns him around upside down for the HAMMERLOCK BODYSLAM!!

[Shane arcs in pain as Fortuna tags Patterson, and takes down Diamond down with a snapmare, indicating that Patterson should maybe follow up with a kick between the shoulder blades!]

Vik: We might see the first teamwork from our Almost Tag Team Champions.

[Patterson looks at Shane for a moment, looks at Fortuna, and instead grabs Shane from his seated position and quickly spikes him into the mat with a piledriver!]

Jack: Well…I guess that’d work, too.

Vik:  Rich Patterson saying "Nope, I'm gonna do it my own way."

[Patterson stalks Shane as he gets up from the mat, maintaining a position behind him, and as Diamond gets to his feet he snatches him into a full nelson, holding him place for a moment...]

Vik: He’s looking to cause irreparable damage to Shane Diamond's nose job with the Enigma right here

[Shane, however, has the move well scouted and counters into a victory roll – only for Patterson to drop down to use his knees to pin Cage’s shoulders to the mat!!]

[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Patterson grabs the middle rope with a free hand, outside the Referee’s line of vision!]

[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

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3-

[The Referee sees Patterson’s hand on the ropes, and stops the count!]

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  PATTERSON Almost cheated to win and I am glad he got caught!

[Patterson heaves Shane onto his shoulder and charges into the corner, and repeatedly rams his shoulder into Shane’s midsection, before tagging out to Fortuna – but not without cracking Diamond in the face with a choice haymaker as he makes his exit from the ring!]

Vik:  Chance Fortuna walking the apron to take his sweet time to get into the ring- Tiffany Lane with a fist in the air as the fans just hate this guy!

[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  Dusting off his boots and Chance kicks a leg out to duck right in, Fortuna charging at Shane Diamond who CATCHES THE POWERSLAM OUTTA NOWHERE!!

[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  SHANE DIVES AND TAG OUT!!  OWEN CAGE!

[Cage leaps in over the side and rushes to clothesline Chance Fortuna down!  Fortuna gets up and charges as Chance turns sideways to pick him up for the sidewalk slam but Cage kicks his legs out around Chance's head and swings out to send Fortuna flying!!]

[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  FORTUNA taken right over!  And Chance Fortuna to his feet, Cage with the hiptoss but Chance Fortuna with a cartwheel out of it!  Fortuna with the arm twisting it over, Cage into the diving forward roll, spins on his back! Coming up and armdrags Fortuna right over!  Owen Cage with the front grapple armbar as he takes Chance up, Fortuna pushing him back into the ropes!

Vik:  PATTERSON KICKED OWEN IN THE SPINE!!

Jack:  And Chance turning in locks the arm ARMBAR DDT!!

[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  Chance now, in control and slapping in the abdominal stretch to wear him down and, seeing an opening, Rich Patterson tags himself in, using the opportunity to throw a couple of hard punches to Cage’s ribcage!

Vik: Classic tag team strategy on display there.  But he's gonna havta break.

[Patterson, however, refuses to let go of the hold- instead he’s busy having a few words with Fortuna as both are  arguing over who gets to finish this match!] 

Jack: Patterson doesn’t seem too happy at Fortuna who wants the tag back in.  Rich in control with the front chancery and Owen already beginning to struggle, Fortuna demanding the tag and Patterson smashes the knee into Owen Cage!  Spinning around he chucks Cage sliding, clear out of the ring and SPLAT down into the floor!!

[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  And Patterson showing off!  Telling Chance to stay there and he goes down to slide out, Cage oh man, swings the fist into the stomach but Rich absorbs.  And he takes Owen up, slams his head right off the side of the apron!  Rich tossing Owen Cage back in and one half of Bad Luck looking to finish off the World Tag Team Champs!

Sean:  Cage standing up, Rich comes in CAGE GOES TO THE EYES!!

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  CAGE turning it around and in control!! 

[Cage whips Patterson off the ropes and sets for a back body drop, only for Patterson to see it coming and counter with the knee facebuster, but keeps hold of Cage and hurls him towards his corner so he knocks Diamond off the apron with an inadvertent shoulder block, and as Cage turns around he’s met with a huge kick to the face!  Patterson makes the cover!!]

[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

 Vik:  SHANE IS DOWN!

Jack:  SO IS CAGE!  RICH GOT HIM!

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[But Diamond quickly dives back into the ring to break it up!]

[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  SHANE DIAMOND INTEFERING HERE COMES CHANCE AND ALL FOUR MEN IN THE RING!!

Vik:  DIAMOND ATTACKING CHANCE!  RICH BEATING ON OWEN!!

[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[With all four men duking it out in the ring, Patterson looks to hit Cage with the Rapture but Cage blocks the move and elbows Patterson to loosen his grip, hitting a knee to the gut to regain the momentum just long enough for Fortuna to catch him with a superkick!]

 ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!***

Jack:  TALK ABOUT A RABBIT'S FOOT!!  OWEN CAGE IS DOWN!!

Vik:  DIAMOND WITH THE HEAD OF CHANCE TWISTS HIM OVER DIAMONDGASM!

[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Patterson turns and catches Diamond with an overhand chop that echoes through the arena, before throwing a series of wild punches to back him up against the ropes!  Fortuna runs in to the clothesline him over the top rope to the floor!  Patterson immediately turns around, fist cocked, and holds it there for a second!]

[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack: He’s not going to attack his own partner is he?

Vik: Fortuna should know not to interfere with Patterson’s business when his blood is up

Jack: But his blood is always up!

Vik: Another reason he should know not to.

[Patterson pauses, lowering the fist and the pair lock eyes for a moment, as it appears a plan is coming into fruition.  Fortuna steps back, clearing a path towards Owen Cage, pointing to Cage on the mat and then to Diamond on the outside, and Patterson seems to like where this is going!]

Vik: Fortuna and Patterson appear to have hatched a plan, which won’t bode well for Owen Cage or Shane Diamond!

[Patterson grabs Cage off the mat and lifts him up into position for a crucifix powerbomb, and walks towards the ring ropes!]

Jack: No way, he isn’t thinking of doing what I think he’s going to do?

[Just as Diamond gets to his feet, Fortuna gives the word – and Patterson tosses Cage over the top rope onto his partner at ringside!]

[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  BOTH OF TEAM EGO ARE DOWN!!  AND TIFFANY LANE ON THEM KICKING THE FORMER CHAMPS AS CHANCE DISTRACTS THE REF!!

[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  JASMINE coming around the side and getting in Tiffany's face!!

Jack:  Jasmine giving Lane a piece of her mind and TIFFANY PUNCHES HER DOWN!!

[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  LANE PICKING MISS JASMINE UP AND STUNGUNS HER ON THE RAIL!!

[The crowd is booing as Tiffany smiles and raising her arms, basks in the boos of the crowd as Miss Jasmine lays at her feet.  Lane is smiling and struts around the side as Rich Patterson heads around the ring to take up Owen Cage and push him back in.]

Jack:  Rich Patterson inside and heading over and taking up Cage, charges in to belt him with a huge forearm!  He's looking to put this away!

Vik:  Do it baby, you get a win over EGO you deserve a place in the Wrestlebowl match!!

Jack:  Patterson tags out to Fortuna and Rich now hoisting Cage up and FLAPJACK SPINEBUSTER!!  The Divine Comedy here comes Shane!!

Vik:  CATCHING SHANE REVERSE FULL NELSON INTO THE STO!  LAST CHANCE!!

[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  THE BAD SEED PULLING UP CAGE AND LIFTING HIM HIGH FOR THE POWERBOMB- RUNS TO CHARGE THE BUCKLES!! 

[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  OWEN CAGE RANAS OUT OF IT!!  PATTERSON INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Vik:  CAGE UP AND PADDING HIS FOREARM GUARD- SLAPS IT ONTO RICH PATTERSON CAGELOCK CINCHED RIGHT IN!!

[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  OWEN CAGE CHOKING RICH PATTERSON OUT!  BUT PATTERSON WILL NOT GO DOWN!

[Owen Cage comes alive as he's swinging Rich Patterson, trying his best to The Bad Seed to sleep, as Rich Patterson is struggling to get free.  Shane is yelling and Owen twists Rich around but Patterson digs in his heels and shoving back, rushes Owen across the ring to slam him into the buckles!  Cage hangs on!  Rich grabs the arm and pushes for the buckles to slam Cage into the corner!  Shane Diamond tags in as Rich snapmares Owen over, and grabbing in the headlock gets caught from an aerial Shane Diamond who flips over top and lands the Diamond Dust!!]

[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  DIAMOND DUST!!  DIAMOND DUST!  AND SHANE DIAMOND PULLING RICH AROUND, SETS THE HEAD FOR THE DIAMONDGASM--

Vik:  CHANCE FORTUNA RUNNING ACROSS!  DIAMOND DUCKS AND BACKDROPPING FORTUNA CLEAR OVER THE SIDE!  OH CHANCE ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR!!!!

[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean:  SHANE pulling Rich up PATTERSON TAKES HIM OVER WITH THE INSIDE CRADLE!!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHANE DIAMOND KICKS OUT!!

Jack: KEEP YOUR EYE ON TIFFANY!

[Tiffany Lane takes one of the World Tag Team Titles up and rushes around to look for an opening to throw it in!  Rich Patterson is raising Shane Diamond as the Referee is checking on Owen Cage- and Rich is motioning for the World Tag Title but from over the crowd, Dirt Dog Unique Allah leaps to all fours and rushes to snarl and leap on TIffany Lane!!]

[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jack:  THE DIRT DOG UNIQUE ALLAH!!  AND HE'S HUMPING ON TIFFANY LANE!!

Vik:  BAD!  BAD!  BAD DIRT DOG NOT IN THE HOUSE!!  SOMEONE GET A ROLLED UP NEWSPAPER!

Jack:  RICH INSTEAD SCOOPING THE LEG AND HOISTING SHANE UPSIDE DOWN OVER A SHOULDER- SHANE SLIDES OUT BEHIND!!

Vik:  SHANE RUNNING PATTERSON AT THE ROPES!!  AND RUNS HIM IN BOTH ROLLING BACKWARDS AND SHANE DIAMOND COMING UP ON TOP NO RICH KEEPS MOVING AND COMES UP, HE HAS THE TIGHTS!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sean:  HE HAD THE TIGHTS!!  HE HAD THE OWEN CAGE!!!

[Owen Cage is on Rich Patterson and beating the hell out of him as the fans roar out!  Cage punches into Rich with everything he's got, beating him over and over again as Patterson tries to cover up!  Shane Diamond gets to his feet and Chance Fortuna grabs his head to run it at the buckles but Shane hits the reverse and sends Chance flipping up the buckles, then pulls his hair to take him back upside down and has Chance Fortuna caught in the tree of woe!]

Jack:  This match is over and Tiffany Lane being chased around the ring by The Dirt Dog!  What is he doing out here!?

Vik:  Miss Jasmine climbing up near the world tag team titles, and MARISSA MONET!!!

[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Running down the aisle, The Great Black Shark hits the ring and starts laying out opponents left and right!!  Eddie Christian comes in next and springboards up to hurricanrana Shane Diamond clear over!  Christian jumps and slams the high side kick into Rich Patterson and Marissa Monet beats down Owen in the corner!!]

Vik:  ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!!!

Jack:  TEAM EGO AND BAD LUCK NOW BOTH TEAMS FIGHTING WITH DESIRE AND SWAGGER!!  MONET AND EDDIE JUST WANT THEIR BELTS BACK!!!

Vik:  JASMINE TOOK THEM AND LEFT!!  TEAM EGO HAVE THE TITLES NOW!! 

Jack:  AND MARISSA THROTTLING CAGE, OWEN TO THE EYES AND SLAMMING MARISSA INTO THE TOP BUCKLE!!!

Vik:  PATTERSON CLOTHESLINES INTO EDDIE CHRISTIAN!  AND WHIPS HIM AT THE ROPES!!

Jack:  NO!!  EDDIE REVERSES HAMMER THROW!!  PATTERSON SENT IN HARD AND HERE COMES EDDIE CHRISTIAN AVALANCHE!!!!

[The fans are cheering in New Hampshire as Security begins to rush at the ring!!  They run as fast as they can and come through the ropes as Marissa goes for the Hand of God, the Clawhold STO on Chance but the guards pull her off!  Patterson gets up with Security on him and Owen Cage and Eddie Christian are slowly pulled apart!  Shane Diamond is being restrained as Jasmine runs up the aisle, the World Tag Team Title belts on her shoulders.  Cage is shouting as Eddie hollers back, Marissa fighting to get free as her eyeballs roll back, RIch Patterson and Chance Fortuna screaming death threats as Security completely fills the ring!]

Jack:  WE HAVE A PIER SIX BRAWL OUT HERE!!  AND EVERYONE'S ANGER NO LONGER CONTAINED!  THREE TEAMS BATTLING IT OUT FOR SUPREMACY!!!

Vik: WELL NOT ANYMORE THEY AREN'T!  SETTLE IT IN THE RING PEOPLE!

Jack:  AND WE ARE NOW DESPERATELY OUTTA TIME!  FOR TARA SILVER AND STEVE STONE AND VIK AVATAR THIS IS JACK SHARP SAYING SO LONG AND WE'll SEE YOU NEXT TIME AT SPW ASCENSION!  GOOD NIGHT!!!

[And we fade out as all six Superstars are trying to get free from the guards and fight each other!  The fans are on their feet and cheering out like mad as Shane Diamond breaks free and rushes to jump on Rich Patterson and five other Security guards!  Diamond is flailing away as he beats into The Bad Seed and Chance breaks free to go after Marissa and gets a kick in the face for his troubles!  Chance goes down as Owen leaps over him and runs to nail the spinning heel kick into Eddie Christian!  Christian rolls up, slamming the canvas as the double Champion swears and lunges at Cage- and we cut to black out with the fans roaring in the background!]