Chance: Honestly, it didn't take long for me to find someone who was up to my standards to take on as a tag team partner. During Charity Carnage, Rich Patterson proved to me that he'd be the one man in the locker room I wouldn't need to worry about carrying his own weight. In fact, he'll more then likely be carrying a little more weight after Manbeast Monet and Eddie Christian's Tag Team Title reign falls well short of their's or anyone else's expectations.
[Taking a sip from the glass, Chance set it down on the deck. Stretching his arms over his head and twisting from side to side, giving the camera a casual shrug.]
Chance: It's common knowledge that even though I am a singles superstar, but adding me to a tag team is the key to instant success! Just like anytime I make an appearance on TV, ratings go through the roof. Conquest is about to break all the viewer ship records in the book this weekend since yours truly is the hottest main event in town.
[Grinning to the camera, he picked up the glass again. Tilting his head back and downing what was left inside.]
Chance: Eddie and Marissa, I really wasn't impressed by your appearance on the Fighting Chance last week. It was totally unprofessional and honestly, down right boring. So, I'd like to officially let you know, neither of you will EVER be on my show again...how do you like them apples!?
[BLUE STEEL!]
[His brow narrowing following the model stare, glaring a hole through the camera.]
Chance: And the disrespect you showed, won't be forgotten anytime soon! Disrespecting me comes with consequences, don't think for one moment that all I am is another pretty face. We'll see how scary a black shark can be when it's got a broken dorsal fin! If you want to wrestle men, you're gonna be treated like one. Welcome to the real deal...ya freak of nature!
[Behind Chance a glass door slid open, a pair of Michelangelo crafted legs made their way across the deck. Chance looking back over his shoulder and smirking a bit.]
Chance: Speaking of freaks...
[Stepping into the water the woman turned to face Chance, lowering down with her back to the camera. Blonde locks running down her bare back before becoming matted down from the water. Chances' hands sliding along her legs and over her sides as she straddled him, Fortuna looked into the camera over the blonde's shoulder with a cat that swallowed the cannery grin.]
Chance: Marissa and Eddie...[chuckles] Your luck just ran out...
[Chance settled back, into the hot tub as the camera faded to black.]
LIVE!!! FROM THE TIME WARNER CABLE AREA IN CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA!!!
[The camera opens up to show the thousands of fans in the arena going insane! Fireworks shoot up as the "No Shelter" by Rage Against The Machine continues to blare loudly. We cut to show Jim Monroe and Sean O'Brady, both clad in nice suits, sitting at the commentating booth.]
Jim: Welcome ladies and gentleman!
Sean: Welcome to Conquest!
Jim: Tonight is going to be exciting! Tonight is Night of Champions - where all the titles are on the line!
Sean: We also have a world title contender match between Andrew Davis and Quinn Scott. The winner goes to Wrestlebowl to contend in a four-way match for the vacant World Championship! What a night this is going to be.
Jim: Now, let's go to Kieran Rae who is backstage. I hear she has an announcement!
[The CEO Kieran Rae stands backstage in front of a "Conquest" banner. Kieran wears a red suit with her wig, covering her still bald head. Kieran looks into the camera.]
Kieran: Shortly after the broadcast of Young and Beatiful on Off The Chain Nikki James suffered a vicious attack from Tiffany Lane. Tiffany Lane, with Samantha Bevins alongside her, suffered head injuries at the hands of Nikki James. Upon transportation to the hospital it was discovered in Nikki James' bag she was carrying illegal substances. They were also found in her system. I am, effective immediately, suspending Nikki James from the SPW due to a violation of our wellness program. After she heals from her injury from Nikki James she will enter a rehabilitation program. That is...
[All of sudden "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins appears on the other side of the screen. The screen is now split with SSB on the right and Kieran on the left. Samantha stands on what appears to be a lovely beach in an unknown location. Samantha grins deviously as the crowd goes insane with boos!]
SSB: Can it, Kieran. No one cares about that bitch Nikki James. No one. She couldn't lace Tiffany Lane's boots, let alone EVER live up to her name. Nikki James was a mooch, a mere loser, who rode my coattails to fame. I let her know what I thought of her as Tiffany Lane was bashing her head into the concrete as Nikki was trying to board my private jet for her guest appearance on some television show. A guest appearance, I mind you, that she got because of ME. Because of The Sensuous One!
[Samantha nods.]
SSB: I may not be there with you tonight, Kieran, but I'm still going to be a thorn in your paw. I suggest you take your preggers ass to the your office and vomit up that Lean Cuisine you stuffed into your fat face earlier tonight because I have my own announcement. Your annoucement meant jack because you, like Nikki James, are absolutely meaningless. With that said, Kieran, I'm promoting myself to GENERAL MANAGER of Conquest! That's right!
[HEEL POP!]
SSB: No more of this "executive assistant" bullshit! I suggest you alert the moronic superstars backstage that what I say goes. If you don't, your little secret will blasted all over the Shootfire World website tomorrow morning. Now I have other business to attend to. Other business that involves one AJ Black. Good day, Kieran. Go wig shopping. You look ridiculous.
[Samantha waves as she cuts off the screen. Kieran Rae, now completely irate, stomps off the camera knowing there is nothing she can do about SSB. We fade to the ring.]
 ERICA TOUGHILL |  POET WRIGHT |
WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Stone: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the women's hardcore championship!!!
[Darkness falls across the arena as the Gregorian chants of "Consumite Furore" begin to play amid clashing cymbals. A gory pendulum begins to swing across the Shootfire Screens, the giant white blade slicing back and forth, running down from its serrated edges. The lights stay in their dark blue shadow as a shrouded form in a gossamer white cloak makes its way out of the back, wheeling a glass box onto the stage! The music begins a somber death march as the lone figure wheels the box down the stage ramp, the fans becoming creeped out by the minute as they shrink back from the guardrails]
"Consumite furore
Consumite furore
Consumite furore
Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum"
[The Gregorian chants continue as the gruesome axe swings heavy across the Screen. The box continues its way for the ring, the death march chanting growing louder. The figure pushes the glass box to ringside, and begins to head up the stairs as fast as possible, stepping into the ring in a flash of
gossamer robe as the eerie chanting continues on....]
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Magne Asteroth te iubeo
Implete hunc lapidem
Implete eum viribus
Sulfuratis vestris
Consumite eum iris vestris
Istas vires adsumem!
Lubeo te!"
[The figure throws back the robe revealing a twisted red mask made of the hair and skin of her captured victims!! The audience pops in horror, the bronze body of Poet Wright clear underneath the bizarre contraption of a black bodysuit, with shootfighter's shinguards and boots. Her tattooed arms evident, Poet raises her hand in a knife edge shape and drops to a knee as the lights flash in darkness]
"Venite in facinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Magne Asteroth, te iubeo
Consumite eum iris vestris
Consumite! Consumite! Consumite!
Istas vires adsumem, lubeo te!
Lubeo te! Lubeo Te!
Lubeo! Lubeo Te!"
Stone: FROM TRINIDAD, WEIGHING IN AT 153 POUNDS, STANDING 5 FOOT 10, THIS IS
POET!!!!!!! WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Stone: And her opponent!
[A few sythesized string chords open up Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows." The general lighting on the arena turns into a mixture of rich blues and reds. As the SPW-tron displays film noir-style images of violence, through the curtain steps the Queen of Clubs, Erica Toughill.]
"Everybody knows the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows"
[Toughill is a grumpy young woman in her mid-20s with harsh black Bettie Page-style bangs. Over top of Erica's ring attire (black singlet with white trim and Converse shoes) is a plain worn black hoodie. She walks with purpose down the aisle, an icy sneer on her face. The fans reach over the railing to slap hands with The Queen of Clubs, but she continues heading for the ring, never taking her eyes of the squared circle for a second.]
"Everybody knows the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows"
[Toughill climbs up the ring apron and steps through the ropes abruptly. Quickly she backs into the nearest corner, crouching down like an animal about to strike. In one quick motion she discards the hoodie, tossing it behind her. The arena pops and Erica kneels down low, staring ahead as she works herself up for her match. The lights begin to rise but Erica continues to stare, showing no emotion on her face.]
"Everybody knows you love me baby
Everybody knows you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows"
Stone: FROM ROCHESTER, NEW YORK... STANDING 5 FOOT 7 AND WEIGHING IN AT 163 POUNDS,
THIS IS THE QUEEN OF CLUBS... SHE IS THE CURRENT WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPION...
ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOUGHILL!!!!!!!!!!!!
[HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
***DINGDINGDING!***
Sean: Poet Wright stalking Erica in a circle, the title on the line as TOUGHILL Charging Wright! Throws the clothesline and Poet ducks! Snaps the kick to the leg! Erica off balance and Poet kick to the stomach, grappling for the headlock but the Hardcore Champion beating back with a series of fists, and taking Poet Wright all the way back into the ropes.
Jim: Brawling versus Brawling at this point as no one throws bones harder in the women's division than these two Superstars!
Sean: Both Erica and Poet rolling across the ropes and Wright into Erica with the kneesmash! Beats the punch and slings again no Erica blocks and CLOTHESLINES POET OVER THE SIDE!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: POET on her feet! Inside to grab the legs and RIPS ERICA OUT TO SIDEWALK SLAM HER INTO THE FLOOR!!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Poet in control as she works Erica over into the front facelock, wrapping in the throat and now legs around the waist, trying to keep the Queen of Clubs under wraps as she wrenches in the guillotine hold!
Jim: And Erica fighting to get free! Poet wrapped around her body as Erica on all fours, these capacity fans here yelling and cheering for Toughill to break free and Erica has that arm, wow she's actually trying to pull herself from the submission choke!
Sean: ERICA TOUGHILL BREAKING THE GUILLOTINE! UP AND HEADBUTTS INTO POET'S FACE!!
[Poet rolls over, clutching her scarred face as Erica shoves up, screams and stomps Wright in her forehead! Poet rolls over as Toughill latches on and dragging Wright to her feet, plants her legs to launch Poet backwards with the release German right at the guardrail!]
****CRRRAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!*****
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: LAUNCHED HER SHE WENT SHOULDERS FIRST!!
Sean: Yeah had she not tucked her head Poet Wright's skull could have been stuck through the metal bars! Erica Toughill up and yelling to the fans, they're standing tall to hold their chairs and Erica with a fan's chair, brandishing it up! Waiting for Poet to make it to her feet, and these fans here want to see it!
"ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!"
Sean: TOUGHILL BACKING UP! AND POET TO HER FEET ERICA WITH THE CHAIR SHOT RAINED DOWN ACROSS THE SKU
****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!****
Jim: NAILED HER!!
Sean: POET down and Erica throws that chair! And now heading over to take Wright up who is now bleeding from her forehead, multiple scarring very fragile from Poet's habit to cut herself from time to time.
Jim: SPW, wholesome family programming since 1999.
Sean: No kidding, and Erica in control, taking Poet up to toss her inside and Toughill looking to finish the job. Rolling in next and looking to successfully defend her title against the former Women's Champ, if Poet was to get this it'd be her first title other than the number one prize in the game today.
Jim: Poet still in this though, but Erica looking to finish this off!! Backing off into the corner, the Jilldozer looking to set Poet up!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: POET TO HER FEET! BLEEDING FROM THE FACE HERE COMES ERICA TOUGHILL!
***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!***
Jim: POET HIT THE SUPERKICK TO ERICA!!
Sean: AND FALLING DOWN ON TOUGHILL FOR THE PIN!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOO!! TOUGHILL KICKED OUT!!
Jim: Meet Ms. Wright Superkick did NOT do the job! Erica still alive in this one and momentarily the Hardcore Title Belt safe! Poet over and long hand to the face, GOUGING into the flesh and against the skin!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Poet in control, moving around Erica and snapping the stomps into the knee and leg, really working those limbs over as she tries to take out the vertical base. Methodical as usual, Poet making the legs go dead as Toughill tries to fight her off.
[Erica punches Poet in the stomach but Wright smacks her hip into Erica's face! The fans boo as Poet drags Erica up and snaps the suplex to slam the Hardcore Champion down across her own spine. Erica sits up in pain as Poet has her head for the Shellshocker!]
Sean: Looking for the Wright Off TOUGHILL PULLS FREE AND SPINS FOR THE PEACEMAKER-
Jim: POET DROPKICKS OUT THE KNEE!!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Just like that Poet taking out the knee once again! Erica dropping and Poet kneestrikes the side of head! taking her up over backwards and Drops Cross Back NECKBREAKER! And Poet Wright has laid out Erica Toughill, now pulling the leg over she has the pin once again!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: ERICA TOUGHILL KICKED OUT AGAIN!!
[SUPER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Poet Wright rolling her right over! Going for the head as she puts that leg up into the throat NO! ERICA HAS HER LEG!!
Jim: Trying to counter the Gogoplata! ERICA HAS THE LEG STANDING UP AND KICKS POET IN THE RIBS!!
Sean: Just brutalizing her way out of the patented finisher! Erica Toughill collapsing as it's Poet's turn to crawl around in pain, The Queen of Clubs sitting up and still in this! She looks to her fans!
"ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!"
Sean: And finding the strength of will to proceed!
Jim: Toughill still in this, as Poet Wright a bleeding mess from the open wounds on that face. Why she would take that mask off and expose a vulnerable side to her I don't know. Erica still in this and Wright has got to get up, blood loss could be a factor.
Sean: Toughill in her first title defense and it's a beast, going up against none other than the mysterious Poet Wright. What unholy hell keeps this woman alive is beyond me.
[Poet crawls to the ropes, using them for leverage as Erica stalks in close. Limping a bit, Toughill goes for the waistlock pickup but can't get a good grip! Erica wraps in for the Spiral Shock cobra clutch but can't get the leg in and Poet slashes her throat with a Knife Edge Chop!!]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: POETIC JUSTICE!! ERICA ROLLING ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING!!
Sean: NAILED HER! AND TOUGHILL FALLING OFF THE APRON! POET WRIGHT CHOPPED HER NECK!
Jim: AND ERICA DOWN AND GASPING FOR AIR! POET COMING RIGHT AFTER, LURCHING LIKE THE BLEEDING DEATH!!
Sean: Poet slides out of the ring and Erica trying to crawl up, trying to use the ring apron cover for support, and Wright just stalking her! TOUGHILL under the ring and POET has her leg! Dragging Erica out and
Jim: ERICA SMASHING HER WRIST WITH A PIPE WRENCH!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ERICA TOUGHILL HAS A PIPE WRENCH!! AND TOUGHILL STILL DOWN BUT POET'S WRIST MAY BE SHATTERED!!!
[Poet staggers back clutching her forearm as Erica collapses, Wright stumbling all the way back into the guardrail. Toughill crawls up, gasping for air as she climbs in over the side, pipe wrench in hand. Erica makes her way to her feet as Poet slides inside and Toughill spikes the wrench at her but Poet slips out before the weapon can hit!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Poet almost smashed with that wrench as Erica shouting at her to get back in! Wright suffering from blood loss as her face a venerable crimson mask- her wrist nothing but deadweight at this point and that takes out her mma holds and submission maneuvers, should she get locked in the Shrew's Fiddle this is it!
Jim: Poet Wright still rolling in as Erica backing up- and Wright not backing down as ERICA CHARGING AND SPEARS HER INTO THE AIR TO DRIVE POET INTO THE MAT!! LANZARSE!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ERICA LIMPING UP AND RUNNING HER MOUTH! SHOUTING DOWN AT POET WRIGHT! I DIDN'T THINK SHE HAD IT IN HER!!
Jim: AND ERICA SHOUTING IT IS TIME FOR THE SHREW'S FIDDLE!!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ERICA TAKING POET UP, LOCKS UNDER HER ARM AND OVER THE SHOULDER! POET TRYING TO ELBOW FREE!!
Jim: ERICA DROPPING DOWN! POET'S ARM TOO DAMAGED TO PULL FREE!!
Sean: TOUGHILL WITH THE CHOKE AS SHE SITS UP ON WRIGHT!!
[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: THIS COULD BE IT!!
Sean: IT COULD BE!!
Jim: SHE'S GOT HER IN THE SHREW'S FIDDLE!!! POET DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! THE AGONY SHE IS FEELING!!!
Sean: She's locking that move in like it has never been locked in before!!! What a match this has been!!!
Jim: Poet's now breaking her way out of the move! She's elbowing Erica who is getting seemingly weak! Erica trying not to stumble but Poet is getting to her feet. Poet has broken the SHREW'S FIDDLE!!!
Sean: Poet Wright is weak but she's still battling for this contest tonight here on Night of Champions!! And what a night this has been, what a contest this has been as well!!!
Jim: Poet Wright gains control, and she lifts up Erica for a quick suplex!! Erica hits the ground!!! Poet Wright now back onto her feet, and Poet Wright looks like she is ready to finish this one up!!! Poet going in for a knife edge now!!!
Sean: Oh! Erica grabs her... turns it into a backslide!!! What a counter!!! The official is in position!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***DINGDINGDING!***
Stone: Your winner and STILL the WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPION... ERICCCAAAAA TOOOOOUGHIIIIIILLLL!!!!
Jim: TOUGHILL JUST DEFEATED POET WRIGHT!!!
Sean: What a contest that was!!!
[Erica is given her title. She stands in the ring with the belt in shock that she just won! Poet Wright is seething. She walks around the outside of the ring pacing back and forth like a caged lion as we fade backstage.]
[Backstage Toxic Shock is standing talking to Iris Galiver. Is she the pretty, pretty princess? Is she the hardcore goddess? She still isn't too sure. Toxic still keeps his distance from Iris who keeps moving loser to him. Iris looks very different- normal. Instead of her usual garb of little girl attire she is wearing a pair of black cargo pants with a black tank top. Her bright red hair is still in her face, her skin is still pale, but she isn't acting like her usual psychotic self. Iris turns to Shock.]
Iris: Thanks for being so nice to me.
[Iris looks around the backstage of the arena.]
Iris: I wasn't too sure I should come around this place tonight. But you told me this is where I belong. You told me who I was. You... you told me what such terrible things I did to other people here in SPW. I thought I should come back and see what it was like being here. I still do not believe I could do such horrible things, Mr. Shock. I mean...
JCA: IRIS!!
[The voice sends a shiver up Iris's back, as it is the Wicked Clown, "Jester" Chad Allen. He is at the far end of the hall, wearing black combat boots, black pants, and the new "FAMILY" shirt. His face is painted as always, and he has a look of icy determination on his face.]
JCA: It is time to come home, My Love...
[Jester takes a few steps, moving towards Iris, whose face is now one of sheer terror, as this scene from a horror movie is seemingly playing out in her real life. She does the only thing that seems to make sense in this situation, and that is scream for her life.]
JCA: There is no need to scream, my Goddess of Hardcore, that is for our victims to do, not you. You show them terror, you show them fear, you HAVE to remember this...
[Jester continues to make his way towards her, not moving quickly, as he is actually not TRYING to frighten her (and doing a piss poor job of it it seems...) Iris continues to scream, slowly backing away the closer JCA gets.]
JCA: Do not run, Iris, we must talk, and you know, that if you run,
I will only find you...
[Just as Jester is in reaching distance, Iris seemingly remembers that she CAN run, and makes a break for it, heading off down one hallway, running, still screaming. Jester reaches out for her, but misses. His head goes down, sadness for a moment, but that QUICKLY turns to ANGER, as he grabs Toxic Shock by his neck, choking him to his knees.]
JCA: WHAT DID YOU TELL HER? WHY IS SHE AFRAID OF ME, SHOCK?! DO YOU WANT TO BE THE FIRST VICTIM IN THE FAMILY'S RAPTURE OF SPW? DO YOU WANT ME TO USE YOU AS AN EXAMPLE OF THE INSANITY I AM BRINGING TO THIS PLACE UNTIL IRIS IS BACK BY MY SIDE?! DO YOU WANT TO BE THE FIRST EXAMPLE???!!
[Toxie can only shake his head "no" as words are not possible when your windpipe is being crushed. Jester drops him with a thud, and moves right next to Toxie, who is gasping for air. Jester whispers the following into his ear.]
JCA: Then I recommend that you help me find her, since she seems to trust you now. You will find her for me, or I will drag you out into the ring, and eviscerate you in front of the world. Do you want to see what your internal organs look like up close?
[Toxie again shakes his head "no".]
JCA: THEN...GET...MOVING!!!
[And with that, Toxie is on his feet, running after her at top speed. Jester gets back to his feet.]
JCA: This is not over, Iris...[Fade out.]
 ANDREW DAVIS |  QUINN SCOTT |
WORLD TITLE QUALIFIER MATCH
Stone: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a world title qualifier match!
[The lights go out throughout the arena and the song immediately dies. Slowly, the thumping bass from Kanye West's "Flashing Lights" echoes from one end of the crowd to the other. A wall of light bulbs appears on the SPWTron. First, a large "D" appears on the left of the screen]
D
"Flashing lights, lights"
[Next to the "D," an "A" appears, pulsing to the beat of the music.]
D A
"Flashing lights, lights"
D A V
"Flashing lights, lights"
D A V I
"Flashing lights, lights"
D A V I S
[The last letter appears as the crowd is booing to fever pitch! The light bulbs brighten, from their regular yellow to a bright, piercing white. As the lights brighten, the bulbs begin to explode, one at a time at first, then all at once. As the bulbs explode, the screen washes out, a blinding white!]
"She don't believe in shootin' stars,
But she believe in shoes & cars
Wood floors in the new apartment,
Couture from the store's department"
You more like L'eau de Stardee shit,
I'm more of the, trips to Florida
Order the hors d'oeuvres, views of the Water
Straight from the page of your favorite author"
[At the screen's brightest, golden fireworks explode from around the edge of the SPWTron, and "D A V I S" reappears on the screen. Standing underneath the golden letters and fireworks, bathed in golden light, is "The Lightweight Legend" Andrew Davis. His right arm straight in the air, Davis is wearing white tights, specially designed for him by Dolce & Gabbana, with the letters "DAVIS" written down each leg in, naturally, gold. Black boots with "AD" written in cursive and D&G sunglasses complete the ensemble.]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"And the weather so breezy,
Man why can't life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy,
I get a call like where are you Yeezy"
Try to hit you with a 'Oeur de Whopee'
Till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these nigga's got me,
I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis"
[Andrew Davis slowly pans around the arena, taking in the blistering hate from the fans. A brace on his right knee reminds of his previously broken leg, and his face reminds that he isnít the young guy who started making his name in Shootfire. Older, wiser, brasher, cooler, Shootfireí' second Grand Slam Champion starts to walk down to the ring, "D A V I S" flashing on the SPWTron, causing a minor strobe effect. Andrew appears on the ramp, disappears, then appears a few feet closer, the gold light reflecting off his D&G sunglasses and the title.]
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"As I recall I know you love to show off,
But I never thought that you would take it this far-
But what do I know?"
"Flashing lights, lights"
"What do I know?
"Flashing lights, lights"
[Making sure to stay arms length away from the crowd, Andrew walks up the ropes and pauses on the apron, taking in the adoration. Significantly amused, he steps through the ropes and into the ring. The SPWTron plays footage from Charity Carnage, Davis hitting the 540 Degree Swanton from the ring to drive a chair through a barbed-wire wrapped Dave Pietka through a broadcast table! Walking to the corner, Davis leaps to the second rope, and holds his arms out as he ducks down low, pointing to himself with both thumbs and telling everyone in Jamaica and watching at home just how great he is!!!]
Stone: FROM MALIBU, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5 FOOT 10, WEIGHING IN AT 210 SVELTE POUNDS, HE IS....
AAAAANNNNNDREW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know?"
"Flashing lights"
"What do you know?"
"Flashing lights, lights"
[Andrew walks around the ring, eyeing the screaming fans, a slight grin on his face, enjoying the reception. Shifting the belt into his hands, he holds it high in the air, the name "ANDREW DAVISî"printed across the front. Davis looks out a the crowd, embracing the anger.]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[The heavy guitar and drum intro of Marilyn Manson's "Antichrist Superstar" beats through the PA with a force that could cause your insides to tremble, with your only respite being the sounds of a crowd chanting out in-between beats. The in-house crowd, for some odd reason, chants along with the music... and two people appear just as the chanting stops. On the left, dressed in a tight black dress and short brown hair, is Serena Black. On the right, his left hand in his pocket, strands of hair covering his face, and a look on his face that is utterly devoid of any manner of feeling, is none other than... ]
Stone: Approaching the ring at this time, accompanied by his manager, Serena Black... From Parkland, Florida... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... This is...
QUIIIIIINN... SCOOOOOOOOTT!!!
#You built me up with your wishing hell...
#I didn't have to sell you.
#You threw your money in the pissing well...
#You do just what they tell you.
[While the crowd cheers Quinn on as he makes his way down, he acts as if they're not even around. He just walks to the ring at his own pace, his eyes fixed on the ring and whoever's in it. In complete contrast, Serena Black is shouting about Quinn's abilities, hyping him up to those within earshot of her.]
#REPEEEEEEEEENT! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
#I shed the skin to feed the fake
#REPEEEEEEEEENT! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
#Whose mistake am I anyway?
[Rolling into the ring, he walks over to a corner and casually pulls his pocketed hand out, revealing a hair-tie. He sloppily pulls his hair back and binds it, but most of the hair in the front of his face still hangs loosely in front of it. Serena walks up the steps and slinks into the ring, presenting Quinn to the crowd as he goes through his little ritual.]
#CUT THE HEAD OFF!
[Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out two gloves and begins to place them on his hands. On his left hand, he puts on a normal-looking black glove. On his right hand, he puts on a padded shoot-fighting glove.]
#GROWS BACK HAAAAARD!
[After pulling both gloves taut and making sure they're secure, he glances at all the people in the ring, slips his left hand back into his pocket, walks out of the corner, and eerily stands there. Serena saunters up to him and pats him on the shoulder, smiling all the while... which only gets a small, sideways glance from him.]
#I am the Hydra...
#NOW YOU'LL SEE YOUR STAAAAAAAAR!
[As Serena walks out of the ring, Quinn rolls his neck, his eyes still locked on someone, before reaching up to scratch his face a moment. His lips twitches quickly, but he doesn't really do much beyond.]
***DINGDINGDING!***
Sean: There's the opening bell and this World Title Tournament Qualifier is under way! Scott with his left hand in his pocket, laid back look on his face as both wrestlers approach center ring. Scott pulls his hand out of the pocket as they go for the collar and elbow tie up.
Jim: Both guys jockeying for position, but it's Scott gaining the early advantage, slapping on the standing side head lock. Scott tightens up his grip as Davis fights to escape, eventually making it to the ropes, forcing the official to break the hold.
Sean: Davis backs up and tries to shake out the pain in his neck, Scott allowing him to do so, without a care in the world. He does realize what's on the line here, doesn't he?
Jim: You know how he is all the time. He doesn't care about what's on the line here, the man simply wants to wrestle. Here they go with another collar and elbow tie up! Again Scott with the advantage following a knee to the gut.
Sean: Davis crouches over clutching his gut and Quinn goes to work... labeling his foe with stiff right hands to the head. The crowd really in to this match early on!
Jim: Davis trying to block those shots and a boot to the mid section by Scott backs Davis all the way to the ropes. Irish Whip by Scott - REVERSAL! Scott gains momentum off the ropes and runs right in to a big Japanese Arm Drag!
Sean: Scott quickly up to his feet and Davis serves up another! Again Scott pops right back to a standing position and Davis takes him over with a big Japanese Arm Drag.
[BIG APPRECIATION POP]
Sean: A brief stand off as this capacity crowd lets these athletes hear it. These two light heavyweights showing you why SPW is one of the top promotions out there today!
Jim: Another lock u- NO! DROP TOE HOLD BY SCOTT AND RIGHT BACK IN TO THAT SIDE HEAD LOCK!
[POP!]
Sean: Scott locks in the hold... Davis manages to roll Quinn over for the pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
Sean: Scott shifts momentum and breaks up the pin attempt, still holding on to the side headlock. Both men working their way to a vertical base.
Jim: Davis tries to break the hold with an elbow to the midsection. Scott holds on and PLANTS DAVIS WITH A RUNNING BULLDOG!
Sean: Scott right back up and stomps away at the head and neck of Andrew Davis. The SPW Grand Slam Winner doing his best to cover up but those shots taking their toll on the veteran.
Jim: Scott assists Davis back to his feet - STIFF KNIFE EDGE CHOP!
Sean: Davis whipped to the far side and _caught_ with a back elbow to the jaw dropping him in his tracks! This capacity crowd loving every second of the opening moments of this match.
Jim: So much at stake. We all know how badly Andrew Davis wants to be named to the SPW Hall of Fame. Winning the Title one more time may cement that for him. You never know.
Sean: Again Davis being helped up - poke to the eyes by Davis catches Scott off guard!
[HEEL POP!]
Jim: Davis pops up off the canvas and plasters Quinn Scott with a European Uppercut! And a second! And a third sends Scott back in to the corner. Davis charges in and nearly _decapitates_ Scott with a running forearm.
Sean: Davis now taking time to showboat in front of these fans who are letting him have it! He needs to be focused on Quinn Scott who is a very dangerous opponent. Even though his attitude is nonchalant and he doesn't care... he's still dangerous.
Jim: Davis with some payback here, slapping on a headlock of his own! The veteran jawing with Scott giving him the business. Now looking for the cross face - Scott squirms free trying to make it to his feet. He does just that but Davis is right back on top of him with the headlock.
Sean: Quinn backing Davis up against the ropes and laying in to him with a series of body shots! Davis again to the eyes!
[HUGE HEEL POP!]
Jim: The official warning Davis as he just shrugs it off and whips Scott across the ring, tips the shoulder and executes a nice back body drop!
Sean: The former champ finding his swagger here early on in this Tournament Qualifier. However jawing with these fans is not going to get him anywhere.
Jim: Snap mare! Followed with a deadly kick to the spine! They heard that all the way up in the cheap seats!
Sean: Davis continuing to bicker with these ringside fans, and they are letting him have it! Davis scoops Quinn up and... _big_ slam! The Triple Crown Winner all over Quinn Scott at the moment. Now headed up to the top rope.
Jim: Perched up top, Davis leaps... and connects with the elbow drop to the sternum! Cover!
ONE!
TWO!
[POP]
Jim: Scott kicks out and Davis going right back to the headlock trying to soften Scott up. A confident look all over the face of Andrew Davis as he grinds down on the headlock.
Sean: A good portion of this crowd behind Quinn Scott it would seem, just because they hate Andrew Davis so much.
Jim: Davis now looking to slap on the Half Nelson as he yanks Scott up to his feet. Looking for that Half Nelson Bulldog...
[SHOCKED POP!!!!]
Jim: ... CHINBREAKER! SCOTT WITH A CHINBREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!
Sean: Right back to his feet and _plants_ Davis with a DDT! Such an unorthodox style by Scott with that left hand in the pocket when he isn't using it. What's the reasoning behind that?
Jim: I'm not sure he's ever really explain the reasoning behind it. I'll have to get back to you on that.
Sean: The submission specialist Quinn Scott now sitting down on the lower back of Andrew Davis and wrenching back on the chin. The referee asking Davis if he wants to submit but Davis will not! Davis wants that title in the worst way!
Jim: Highly effective Camel Clutch applied. Scott hammering away with right hands to the face and chest of Davis as he's trapped in the clutch.
Sean: Will Andrew Davis submit away his entry in to the Title Tournament!?
Jim: Scott now shifting in to the Dragon Sleeper. It's very well documented he's a man of many submissions. Busting out all of the tricks here early on focusing on the back of Davis it would seem.
Sean: Davis could pass out from the pain of this Dragon Sleeper. Davis not too far from the ropes, but just stretching to get there applies even more pressure on his muscles and ligaments. That much more strain.
Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Jim: Davis fighting the pain! Reaching for the ropes...
[BOOOOOO!]
... and gets there!
Sean: What a match! It's a brand new year and these two light heavyweights want to stake their claim to the SPW World Title! This is a rare opportunity, we all know that. Davis of course has been to the top of the mountain on more than one occasion here in SPW.
Jim: Disappointed Scott back to his feet and stomping away at the lower back of Davis. The official warning Scott and administrating a five count which Quinn backs off on the count of four.
Sean: Quinn relentless in his attack really dishing it out here in this back and forth affair. Scott drops a knee to the gut! Davis rolling around in a lot of pain.
Jim: Ouch! A nasty kick to the ribs! Scott assists Davis back to a vertical base, Andrew on wobbly legs as Quinn hoists him up and drops him back first across the knee with a bone crushing back breaker!
Sean: Quinn hanging on... and another back breaker! Now going to the mat and locking in another submission... a Bow and Arrow! Quinn getting old school on us tonight.
Jim: Davis screaming in agony, Quinn has his knees buried in the spine as he pulls back on the chin and legs of Davis. Scott very effective with all of his submissions, obviously he has taken the time to master his craft.
Sean: Out of Parkland, Florida he's a real stand out here in SPW. And now giving Davis all he can handle.
Jim: Scott finally breaks the submission as you know it's a lot of strain keeping your own shoulders off the mat when you apply the Bow and Arrow.
Sean: More stomps to the back by Quinn Scott... he's doing a number on Davis' spine! These fans loving every minute of it and I don't blame them.
Jim: After a few more stomps to the back Quinn helps Andrew back to his feet-locking in the Full Nelson and looking for the Dragon Suplex! Davis fighting it!
[NASTY HEEL POP!]
Sean: LOW BLOW! The official didn't see it though! Davis with a low blow and he's out of the Full Nelson.
Jim: INSIDE CRADLE BY DAVIS! THIS MIGHT BE IT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?
Jim: KICK OUT!
[EXPLOSIVE POP!]
Sean: Quinn Scott refusing to lay down ever after Davis resorted to the dirty tactics. Both of these SPW stars feeling the wear and tear at this point of the match.
Jim: Andrew Davis is first to his feet, Quinn Scott not far behind, Davis with a boo - CAUGHT BY SCOTT!
"SMAAAAAAAAAACK!"
Jim: Davis with a slap to the kisser and a step up Enzugiri! Quick cover by Davis, Scott is out cold!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE - KICKOUT!
Sean: These fans thought this one was over and Scott was moving on to the tournament. Davis can't believe that Scott kicked out, He's arguing with the official.
Jim: Davis now heading upstairs once again, measuring Quinn up. Scott slow to get back to his feet, not sure where he's at. Davis soars off the top...and connects with a Flying Clothesline!
Sean: And right back to his feet jawing with these fans. Davis needs to focus, instead he's worried about proving a point and embarrassing Scott which clearly isn't going to happen tonight as both of these _competitors_ brought their working boots.
Jim: Davis sends Scott reeling back in to the corner, arms flailing courtesy of a European Uppercut! Davis with another that sends spit shooting out in to the fifth row.
Sean: Irish Whip - REVERSAL BY QUINN. Davis sent crashing in to the buckles! Quinn charges in but Davis retreats to the apron! _Tags_ Quinn with a forearm to the back of the skull... Quinn staggers from the corner.
Jim: Davis springboards in... AND HITS THE MISSILE DROPKICK!
Sean: Andrew Davis well in control at this particular point in the match to see who advances to the SPW Title Tournament. Scott brought to a standing position and quickly dropped right back to the canvas with a Hangmans Neckbreaker!
Jim: The A.D.H.D! Davis is so focused here tonight, he wants this victory in the worst way. Quinn Scott giving him one hell of a fight!
Sean: Davis choosing not to go for the cover I don't know how wise that is. Just kicking out forces Scott to exert energy. Davis with a right hand to the bridge of the nose knocks Quinn back a few steps.
Jim: A stiff knife edge chop leaves Quinn hanging on to the ropes to maintain his balance. Davis taking a couple of steps back and picking up speed charges in at Scott who tips his shoulder and takes Davis up and over!
Sean: Davis landed on the apron!
"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"
Sean: SUPERKICK BY SCOTT AND DAVIS JUST COLLAPSED TO THE FLOOR!
"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Sean: And now it's Quinn Scott on the move! Hits the far side picking up a ton of speed. Watch out!
Jim: Wipes out Davis with a Suicide Dive!
"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!"
Sean: This crowd eating up this action! We aren't even on PPV! This is why SPW is one of the hottest promotions on the market today. These two athletes laying it all out on the line for you here.
Jim: Scott getting a second wind pulls Davis up with him and HEAD FIRST IN TO THE POST! Davis' head just ricocheted off the steel and he's in trouble! I'm surprised he's not busted open.
Sean: Scott rolling Davis back in under the bottom rope, looking for that submission victory to put himself in the tournament.
Jim: More stomps to the lower back! Scott has a game plan and he's stuck with it the entire match, you have to give him credit for that. We'll see however if it pays off or not.
Sean: Big Irish Whip to the buckles! Davis back collided with those padded steel buckles, inflicting more damage on the spine. SCOTT SPRINTING IN!
Jim: YAKUZZAAAHHHH!!!
[HUGE POP!!!!]
Jim: Big Yakuza kick and Davis just collapsed in the corner. if Scott would just cover the man it would more than likely be over. Andrew Davis isn't moving, he's out!
Sean: SCOTT ON THE MOVE AGAIN -- DOUBLE KNEES TO THE FACE!
Jim: BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA!
Sean: SCOTT PULLING DAVIS TO THE CENTER OF THE RING! LOCKS IN THE CAP BUSTER KNEEBAR! HE HAS IT APPLIED IN THE DEAD CENTER OF THE RING! DAVIS IS GOING TO TAP! HE HAS NO CHOICE!
Jim: THIS PLACE IS ROCKING!!!
Sean: DAVIS FIGHTING -- STRETCHING HIS WAY TOWARDS THE BOTTOM ROPE! CAN HE MAKE IT IN TIME!
Jim: NOT A CHANCE! HE'S TOO FAR AWAY! THAT KNEE IS GOING TO SNAP!
[DISAPPOINTED POP!]
Sean: HE MADE IT! DAVIS FOGUHT HIS WAY THROUGH THE PAIN AND MADE IT TO THE BOTTOM ROPE FORCING QUINN TO BREAK THE HOLD!
Jim: You notice how Scott utilized all of that five count before he broke the submission?
Sean: Scott staying on top of Davis, setting him up for the inverted DDT -- DAVIS COUNTERS... NORTHERN LIGHTS PLEX WITH A BRIDGE!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR - NO!
Sean: DAVIS COLLAPSED BEFORE THE REFEREE'S HAND COULD HIT THE MAT A THIRD TIME! HIS BACK IS IN SEVERE PAIN FOLLOWING THE ASSAULT BY QUINN SCOTT! WHAT A DAMN MATCH!
Jim: If you ask me both of these guys deserve to be in the Tournament!
Sean: Why the hell not! Giving everything they have to these fans here tonight on Conquest the flagship show of SPW.
Jim: And Davis doesn't even like the fans!
Sean: But he loves winning, and he strives for that hall of Fame bid!
Jim: Yes! This has been an incredible match!
Sean: I agree!
Jim: Quinn Scott getting up! Andrew Davis not far behind him! Quinn Scott going in for- WAIT!
Sean: ANDREW DAVIS ROLLING QUINN SCOTT UP FROM BEHIND! ANDREW PULLING THE TIGHTS!!!
Jim: But the official doesn't see it! He's counting!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!! DAVIS WINS!!!
***DINGDINGDING!***
Sean: But NOT fairly!!!
Stone: Your winner... and advancing to Wrestlebowl... ANDREEEEEEEW DAAAAAAVIS!!!!
Jim: Davis hitting his knees like he's never won something before in his life! He just cheated!
Sean: Well cheaters never prosper, but Davis is going to Wrestlebowl and Quinn Scott isn't.
Jim: True! What an incredible match nonetheless!
Sean: Well there is no doubt this could be match of the night!
Jim: Hold on what is going on behind Andrew Davis in the crowd?!
[LOOK OUT POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: The Children of Hardcore are coming up behind AD3!!
[And the Children of Hardcore do JUST that, as Entropy BLASTS Davis with a HUGE Lariat to the back of the head!!]
Sean: And just like that, Andrew Davis is DOWN!! All because he had his eyes on that no good Vile Vince Viper!!
Jim: The Children of Hardcore, continuing what the Jester has apparently called "The Rapture"! He is letting loose his dogs on anyone and EVERYONE in SPW! Let's just hope they don't get to the announcers next!!
[The Children continue to lay the boots for a bit, until Anarchy gets AD3 back to his feet, throwing VICIOUS fists to the face.]
Sean: Anarchy and Entropy laying INTO AD3, and it looks like they are ENJOYING their work!! These guys are SICK!!
Jim: Now Entropy getting his shots in, kicking Davis in the stomach, doubling him over and setting up what looks like a powerbomb!!
Sean: And Entropy giving the nod to Anarchy, who seems set for something...
[Up with the powerbomb and...]
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Down with a powerbomb/lungblower combination!!]
[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: THE SHALLOW GRAVE!! They just DROPPED Andrew Davis with that VICIOUS tag move!
Jim: But they are CERTAINLY NOT DONE YET!! Anarchy is picking up the now lifeless body of Andrew Davis again, setting him up again, possibly a piledriver or a powerbomb, we aren't sure!
Jim: Entropy grabbing the legs now in a wheelbarrow fashion...this looks like the...
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: THE MARK OF CAIN!! That Spiked Iris Insolence, no doubt in honor of the "Mother", Iris Galiver, who all this chaos is for!!
Jim: We better find some way of getting Iris back to normal, or these guys are gonna end up taking out everyone!!
[From the back, EMT's and backstage personnel come running out to check on Davis...]
Jack: Finally we are getting some help out here! The Children of Hardcore are walking away now, laughing over the destruction they have caused!!
Jim: We're going backstage! What in the world is going on now!
[Backstage Eddie Christian is being beaten down by Rich Patterson! Patterson stomps him in the ribs multiple times while Chance Fortuna stands back and laughs. Rich picks up Eddie and throws him into the lockers backstage! Eddie crashes into them and falls onto the ground. Officials fill the area but this doesn't cause Rich to quit. Rich rears back with another stiff kick to Eddie's ribs!]
Jim: This has gone far enough!!! FAR ENOUGH!!!
Sean: Watch Chance Fortuna as he continues to laugh!!!
[Rich and Chance walk off screen, Chance still laughing. He pats Rich on the back as EMTs rush in to check on Eddie Christian. We fade to the commentating booth.]
Jim: Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet to take on Rich Patterson and Chance Fortuna later tonight.
Sean: Looks like those two trying to get Christian down first. They did a pretty nasty job on him! What a terrible assault. We'll keep you updated on Eddie's status as soon we get word. Let's go backstage with Mandy Appleton!!
[Let's take you backstage of the Time Warner Cable Arena (really?) here in Charlotte, NC. Standing by is none other than everyone's favorite investigative reporter Mandy "the Dish" Appleton, she went to college in Texas if you didn't know that or drop by the bio section once in a while. Moving on..
Well, she somehow found her way to the arena in spite of going to Texas University. And she just so happens to be holding a microphone in her hand and standing by with one of the stars of SPW.]
Mandy: Joining me... well I should say, requesting this time with me is one of the latest additions to the Shootfire family, Castro Shaw.
[That's when Castro just oozes onto the scene. And I do mean oozes, he has black slicked back hair that leads right into a few curles coming off of the back -- mullet style -- along with that he wears large mirror rimmed sunglasses and sports a light brown jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. He doesn't take off of the sunglasses.]
Mandy: So, what did you want to say tonight?
[Castro pauses, checks out Mandy's rack and then turns towards the camera.]
Castro: Not bad. Not bad at all.
Mandy: Excuse me?
Castro: You're not a ten or nuttin' but you might jus' find yourself lucky enough to be invited to a love blender party at some point in the near future. Hey, I heard you did some quote unquote modlin' in your past, I like 'dat, I like a bit of a piruja.
[He smirks, disgusting Mandy out completely not in just the offended way, but also in the this guy might be a stalker way as well.]
Castro: Anyways, what I wanted is to simply say hello to Conquest and all if it's fans the best way I know how...
[Castro extends his hand and gives everyone the middle finger... which is blurred out.]
Castro: Que te den por el culo!
[Hopefully, no censors pick up that last one.]
Castro: 'dats right, mang. I want everyone last one of you Conquest lovin', pendejos to strap on your rollerblades real tight, go as fast as possible and crash right into the AIDS tree...
...'cause this show? This show sucks culero!
[He pauses, giving everyone at home time to stop what they're doing and give him the full body hate. At this point, Mandy is still too busy being offended and besides, Castro has the microphone in his hands and holding it there so she can't pull it back.]
Castro: This right here? This will be the last time you will ever see Castro Shaw here on this second rate show. 'dats right, as of now Castro Shaw will only appear on Ascension, mang!
My goal is real simple, my goal is to take whatever gold I can and bring back there wit me to Ascension and keep it there forever and there's not a single thing anyone here or back in the locker room can do 'bout it, amigo.
[Slowly he turns back towards Mandy.]
Castro: On second thought? Maybe you should stay right here, a second rate rata for a second rate show.
[With that he pushes the microphone back and walks off.]
[The scene opens up to show the petite, once psychotic now amnesiac Iris Galiver walking alone down the corridor backstage. Iris seems quite scared after what happened to her earlier in the night with JCA. She takes a deep breath and sweeps her bright red hair out of her face before turning around in sheer quickness to see two people standing behind her. Automatically thinking it may be the evil clown, a scream builds up in her chest, daring to makes it ways to her throat. Before she can release it, however, she realizes it is Heather Owens and Tina Davis. Her friends from another life... another time. Iris calms down some and stares at them, wide-eyed, like a doe caught in lights.]
Iris: Do you I know you?
[Iris stares at Tina and Heather.]
Iris: Who are you?
[Tina looks stunned at the condition of a former friend of hers and looks to Heather before finally breaking the awkward silence in the hallway]
Tina Davis: Dear me "Princess" you don't remember us? My name is Tina Davis and this is another one of your friends, Heather Owens!
[She stutters, obviously scared.]
Iris: Who... who is that evil man who has been trying to get me to go with him to the boiler room? Who is he? [shaken] Who are you!
Tina Davis: From what we know that man's name is Chad Allen and he thinks he's a "Jester". Either he's really twisted in the head or something but if you need our help Iris don't be afraid to ask.
Iris: I'm... I don't know you! I'm so scared! I have to... I have to go! Before he finds me!
[Iris quickly runs off screen. Heather and Tina exchange looks as we fade out.]
 HEATHER OWENS |  TIFFANY LANE |
Stone: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the women's world championship!!!
[As "Dangerous' by Roxette plays over the sound system in the Time Warner Cable Arena in Charlotte, NC out from behind the curtain steps "The Prodigy" Heather Owens and her manager/translator "Canadian Gold" Tina Davis as the blue and white pyros go off behind her as she holds the title proudly over her head before draping it over her shoulder. As she makes her way down the ramp with Tina in front she bows to the fans in attendance and salutes them as she makes her way around and slaps hands with the crowd before making her way up the ring steps and through the ropes that Tina holds for her before she walks over to the turnbuckle and holds the title up high to a mostly favorable reaction as Steve Stone introduces her...]
Stone: Ladies and Gentleman in the ring at this time from Montreal, Quebec, Canada she is the reigning and defending SPW Women's Champion: "The Prodigy"...
HEATTTTHERRRR!!!! OOOOWEEEEEEEENNNNNSSSSS!!!
[Crowd cheers loudly for Heather as she hands the title to the referee.]
Stone: And her opponent!
[The pulsating beats of "The Fame" by Lady GaGa begins to play, kicking up across the PA System as the audience reaction is vicious. On the SPWTron, we see the words "YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL" flash on the screen to the beat. And when the guitar kicks in, we go to highlights of Tiffany Lane's in-ring abilities and modeling poses of Tiffany Lane. Spotlights circle as they point directly at one woman standing at the mouth of the entrance!]
[BIG TIME HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"I can't help myself
I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke
I'm obsessively opposed to the typical."
[Tiffany Lane, busty as ever, is clad in a black bra top, trimmed in pink, and black tights, "Bombshell" written across her tight bottom in pink cursive. She completes the look with black platform wrestling boots. Her blond mane falls down her back, a smirk on her lovely face. Tiffany poses at the top of the ramp as the lights continue to swirl.]
"All we care about is runway models
Cadillacs and liquor bottles
Give me something I wanna be
Retro glamor Hollywood, yes, we live for the
[Tiffany makes her way down the aisle. She climbs on the apron and then into the ring.]
"Fame, doin' it for the fame
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame'
Cause we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune"
Jim: Tiffany by herself here tonight!
"Fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame, baby? A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame"
[The music fades as Steve Stone raises a microphone to his lips and looks at his cards.]
Stone: INTRODUCING FIRST, SHE IS A MEMBER OF THE YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL...
FROM BEVERLY HILLS CALIFORNIA...AND WEIGHING IN AT A YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL,
TIFFAAAAAAAAAANY! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[MASSIVE ROUND OF JEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Tiffany Lane gives a big toss of her blond mane.]
***DINGDINGDING!***
Jim: Tiffany Lane at ringside, chewing gum as she has done what she had been planning all along, namely take out Nikki James as this entire facade of Lane joining the Young and Beautiful was just to get her hands on Nikki when she least expected it. Masterfully done Ms. Lane, masterfully done now, now she's looking to add herself into it even further as she goes to regain SPW Championship Gold against Heather Owens.
[Heather stands in the ring, staring right out as Tiffany stands in the corner, working her wrist. She does not look pleased to see Heather holding the strap, and walking right up in her face points and smirks then swings the slap but Owens blocked!]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HEATHER answering back! And punching Lane! Tiffany with the strike and Owens beats her back again! Blocking another shot and Heather with the kick to the stomach oh she whips Lane across the ring!
[Tiffany jumps forwards to handspring, hit her legs off the top and fly back with the elbow but Owens ducks and forces Lane to roll off her back! Tiffany lands on her feet as Heather jumps to shoot out the standing dropkick!!]
Jim: NAILED HER! Lane backwards all the way into the ropes! Heather on her with the snapmare and taking her over, going for the chinlock but Lane already turning out of it-
Sean: Reaching inside and RIPS THE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: OWENS kicked out! Got the shoulder up! Lane to her knees and rising to send the forearm HEATHER DUCKED AGAIN! Locks the hair and JAWBREAKER on Tiffany Lane!
[Lane spins around as her fans boo and Heather reaches inside to take Lane over with the schoolboy pin!]
[FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: LANE Kicked out!! Whoa Tiffany did NOT expect that!
[Lane gets up and turning around gets taken right over with the side headlock! Heather lands on top but Tiffany throws up her legs to catch the head, taking Owens into the head scissors and sits up squeezing Owens down, but Heather rolls up and kicks out of the hold! Owens is on her feet as Lane kips up and hooking the arm, falls back down to send Heather in a dive roll! Owens fights to get up fast and Tiffany runs her over with a clothesline! Heather gets up again and Lane smashes the back elbow, then charges the ropes! Heather tries to get her balance as Tiffany flies through the air to land the crossbody on the Champ, taking her down but Heather rolls on top and hooks the leg for the pin!!!]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HEATHER GOT HER!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: LANE KICKED OUT!! And this time beginning to get mad, she'd thought she'd have had that title back by now! Heather putting up a fight! Owens in control, taking Lane up for the snapmare-
Sean: TIFFANY inside and grabs on an abdominal stretch instead! And locking onto the ropes for support, trying to wear down the Champion!
[The fans are yelling as the camera pans out to catch a wide angle shot, then moves in close on Heather Owens who is suffering, Tiffany wrenching on the top rope to put the strain in even harder. The fans begin to cheer as Heather rallies for a comeback, but Lane twists the ribs even harder, then leaving the ropes turns Owens over to nail the spinning neckbreaker! Lane floats over with a forearm across the face and demands the Referee count to three!!]
Sean: LANE in command and...
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: HEATHER KICKS OUT AGAIN!! And this time Tiffany Lane arguing with the Official, telling him to make his counts faster!
Sean: Lane pulling Heather up OWENS Sends the shoulder into the stomach!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Lane trying again HEATHER nails her stomach! And rising up OWENS WITH THE EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
Jim: LANE HURTING- HEATHER WITH THE CLOTHESLINE TIFFANY DUCKED!!
Sean: FADE TO BLONDE ENZUGIRI!!
***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!***
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: HEATHER stunned! And Tiffany Lane rips her over suplex into the air... AND JAMS HER DOWN FACEFIRST INTO THE KNEE!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ICEBREAKER! ICEBREAKER! AND HEATHER OWENS ROLLING TO THE APRON!
Jim: Oh she had sense and great presence of mind! She had the last vestige of survival instinct! But Tiffany Lane ducking down low, and THROWS HER ARMS UP IT'S THE HAIR TOSS O' DOOM!!!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Tiffany Lane over to Heather and dragging her for the middle! Oh it's all Owens can do to stay alive! She can't barely even fight back! Lane now, working the fans as she's wont to do, and now heading for the top turnbuckle as Tiffany looking to put this one away and make it a record fourth time with the World Championship around her waist!
[Lane climbs high, and scaling to the buckles ducks down low, and throws up the Hair Toss O' Doom again! Her long blonde hair rains down rivelets as it captures the lusterous sheer from the spotlights, and Tiffany Lane dives to fly right off the top, tucking into the Swanton Bomb but Heather Owens rolls right out of the way!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: OHH!!! LANE MISSED! LANE MISSED!!
Jim: SHE TOOK TOO LONG!!!!
Sean: AND TIFFANY LANE UNABLE TO CONNECT WITH THE BOMBSHELL BOMB!
Jim: ROLLING TO GET UP! AND HEATHER FROM BEHIND PUTS A SHOULDER INTO THE BACK OF THE KNEE!!
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AWWW this is where she's at her worst! Heather Owens found an opening and now in to kick and stomp at the leg, torquing it sideways and stepping over to jump and sit, oh! Nearly tore it out of its socket there! Heather Owens with a leglace on Tiffany Lane and Lane tries to fight out of it, Heather now up and stepping inside, SPINNING TOEHOLD applied on the contender!
[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Spinning toehold set in, and one has to wonder if Tiffany Lane can keep this up.
Sean: I gotta think she can, and Lane fighting to the ropes she's got em but Heather releasing right away, the damage has been done. Owens the Women's World Champ for a very good reason.
Jim: And Lane limping up, furious and snarling as she did not expect this from Heather Owens who KICKS HER IN THE GUTS!!
[Heather throws Lane overhead with a snap suplex! Floating over she takes Tiffany up and hooking the waist, rips Tiffany into the air to suplex her off the ropes and slingshot her back in!! Lane sits up and Heather runs the ropes to come charging back and smack the basement dropkick right between the eyes!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HEATHER in control and already nailed The Dean's List, charging the ropes to come off with the Running SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: MIDTERM and HEATHER rolling off and locking head, takes Tiffany right up! Grabbing at that injured leg but Lane fighting off! Lane fighting back! Desperation setting in as Tiffany with a series of forearms and kick to the guts, going for the Stunner NO! Heather kicks out the back of her leg!!
Sean: OHHH!! Lane stumbling off guard and Heather twists her around, hooks that leg and TAKES LANE UP TO SPIKE THE FISHERMAN'S BUSTER!!! DETENTION!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!***
Sean: DETENTION! HEATHER HAS BEATEN TIFFANY LANE!!
[Heather Owens celebrates as Tiffany rolls around clutching her brain, Tina Davis climbing the ringsteps with the Canadian Flag to celebrate! Heather shoves up, hurting but smiling as she takes back the Women's World Title! Owens holds it high and Lane crashes into her from behind!!]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: LANE ATTACKING HEATHER!!! AND TINA SWINGS THE FLAG POLE AT HER!
Sean: LANE DUCKS IT! AND TINA NEARLY TOOK HER HEAD OFF!!!
[Tiffany slides out to the floor as Davis yells at Lane, Heather laid out in the ropes. Tiffany curses them both, and makes her way for the back as she passes her cheering fans. Lane tells them the title is coming back to her waist sooner than later, making it clear she's done with the Women's World Champ for now. Tiffany walks up the aisle, fists high in the air as she's proud with herself, Heather's fans standing to boo Lane on both sides of the aisle. "The Fame" by Lady Gaga plays as Tiffany saunters up the steel ramp, leaving Heather to recover inside the ring.]
Sean: And no sense of fair play whatsoever from the former top contender, Tiffany Lane was just beaten by our Champ and would have laid Heather to waste had it not been for her friend Tina Davis.
Jim: Well Lane doesn't like to be wrong and she told many of us on numerous occasions she could beat Heather -that she could wipe the mat with Heather but not so, at least not so tonight. Tiffany Lane doing her own thing now, she's already destroyed Nikki James and now this, who knows what more this devilish blonde vixen has in store for SPW we may even find out tonight.
Sean: Heather Owens your winner and still SPW Women's World Champ. What a match, credit Owens for her survival skills and technical instinct. Her prowess is improving every single day. SPW Conquest continues on the Myriad Network.
[Jester" Chad Allen is walking around backstage, still looking to find his lost love, Iris Galiver, who ran from him earlier in the evening (gotta keep everyone caught up who might have missed the first segment...) From down another hallway, steps Toxic Shock, out of breath, and covered in dust.]
Toxic: I found her, Jester. She went where you thought she would. She is in the boiler room.
[Jester flashes an evil grin, and rubs his hands together.]
JCA: Even with no memory, she still knows where she is comfortable. That is where we first met, Tox, the boiler room of an arena. I still remember that night in my head as if it was yesterday...
[And with that our scene fades to "The First Meeting" (courtesy of ICWF)...
[We are now in the basement/boiler room area of the Verizon Center. In typical fashion, it is lit about as well as any CSI episode, with shadows being cast over every wall. One shadow in particular…MOVES…
And it wears a Jester’s cap.
Now we see the man behind the shadow, still carrying his dozen roses, still carrying his box of chocolates (minus one, thanks to that bitch Bevins…).
Out shot now moves to a corner of the room, where a single light bulb swings by its cord, making the shadows around it seem to rock and sway, almost a liquid movement.
In the corner sits the “Pretty Pretty Princess” herself, Iris Galiver, dressed in a baby pink doll dressed, as usual, stained in blood, and black combat boots. She is rocking back and forth, mumbling to herself, or maybe telling her dolly a secret.
Jester’s face seems to light up as he sees her, then goes to…not fear…is this…NERVOUS??
A few more cautious steps, and Jester comes to a sitting position in front of Iris. He reaches up and stops the light above from swinging, leaving them both in a single pool of light, the rest of the room darkened around them.]
JCA: Hello Iris. We…we haven’t met before, but after seeing you this past Monday night, I…I felt I HAD to meet you. You see, I…
[Jester trails off a bit, looking for the words. He then remembers that his hands are full.]
JCA: Oh, I brought you some gifts. Flowers…
[He goes to hand her the flowers, but she still sits, whispering. Jester looks briefly disappointed, setting the black roses on the ground between them, only a few feet, but feeling like miles right now.]
JCA: And I brought you a box of candy…
[Suddenly, she SNAPS up. Iris Galiver giggles loudly and smiles at him, giddy and full of delight.]
Iris: Oh yay!!! [clapping her hands happily like a small child] Yum yums!!!
[Jester smiles as he has now gotten through. He inches a little closer, giving her the box of candy.]
JCA: You see, Iris, I had to meet you because I think you and I have a lot in common. I am sure we have things in common like music and movies, but most of all, we seem to have a common bond in the pain and suffering of others…
[Iris stops from pigging out on candy, since she heard her FAVORITIST thing EVER... violence on others.]
Iris: I love to hurt others. I loves it so, so, so much!
[She continues eating the candy, chocolate now smeared all over her pale face. She suddenly looks to the side. Her facial expression twists into one of selfishness.]
IRIS: No, Mr. Peabody! These are my yum yums!
[Iris looks toward Jester once more.]
IRIS: I love to watch others in pain... so much pain... until they almost die! Hehehe! Girls like Lindsey Page and Angst, oh they're bad girls who deserve the pain, Mister Clown!
JCA: Like last week for instance, when you took that pipe to Lindsey Page’s head, and made her bleed all over the mat, that…that was AMAZING! And it wasn’t even just this past week; I saw what you did to people in the other places you have wrestled. I have been your biggest fan for quite a long time. And I JUST KNEW that one day, we would be here, in the same place, so that I could tell you about how good you are at what you do.
[Jester puts his head down, almost a little embarrassed. It is almost….SWEET, if it wasn’t two psychopaths playing Love Connection…]
JCA: I was just hoping, that, if you were interested, we could go out some night and…
[Now that evil Jester grin has returned…]
JCA: Hurt people, TOGETHER?
[Iris stares at Jester timidly.]
IRIS: Oh yay! I want to hurt people with you!
[She looks away, almost shyly. Is Iris actually blushing?]
IRIS: I... I love clowns. Sometimes they scare little girls... but not me! I'm not afraid of anything! Do you know Pogo, Mister Clown?
[Jester smiles at that comment. Iris' face lightens up as she eats more candy and giggles. She talks with her mouth full.]
IRIS: He... was... John Wayne Gacy...
[She finally swallows the chocolates.]
IRIS: And John Wayne Gacy is my hero!
[Jester reaches out and takes a piece of chocolate, handing it to Iris, who grabs it happily.]
JCA: Iris, if you and me go out and do what we do so well TOGETHER, it is going to make Gacy look like Mr. Rogers.
[Jester reaches out and now takes her hand. Iris, covered in chocolate and dried blood, does not pull away.]
[And we are back to the Jester today...]
JCA: Do not worry, Iris, we WILL be together...
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
[And with that, Jester makes his way to the boiler room to find his love....]
[We see a sunset that looks as if it belongs on a post card. We see a beautiful beach, a breathtaking ocean with the sound of seagulls in the background. And we see the one and the only AJ Black sitting on the beach with "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. What an interesting bond these two have developed... and a love for the beach apparently. They are both sitting in lounge chairs near as the ocean tide comes up around them. The camera closes in to show that Samantha is wearing a peach sun dress with no shoes. Her blonde hair is being blown to the side by the wind. AJ is wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white button up shirt that has the sleeves rolled up. Samantha turns to AJ as the camera picks up on their conversation.]
SSB: So, here we are, AJ. Just us and this private beach. What do you think of that?
[Samantha turns toward him and smiles.]
SSB: I can't complain. I am glad to get away from that bald headed twit Kieran Rae.
[AJ laughs.]
AJ: It has been too long since I had someone to share this majestic view with. Nothing like being trapped in an island paradise by yourself to give you some time to do some serious thinking. To reflect on nature's beauty...
[AJ looks at Sam.]
AJ: And then of course real beauty to show what I've really been missing.
[Grinning and pushing her out of her face, Samantha returns AJ's
glance.]
SSB: Well, you're not an easy man to stay away from, AJ. But we knew that already. We have always known that one evil mind attracts another, there's no doubt about that. I'm sure these pathetic cameras
would like to know what plans we're sitting here on the beach brewing up right now... but alas, they'll never know. With us, it's poetry in motion. With us, from week to week, it's unknown what will come. Right now, as we speak, I'm not even on Conquest, but I guarantee... guarantee that my name is being spoken and that my girl Tiffany Lane is making waves either way.
AJ: My little firestarter. I don't know what is more impressive, your looks or your mind. The more time I spend with you the more I am starting to believe that I have finally met my match
[AJ looks out across the sparkling expanse of clear blue sea... a deep and heavy confusion on his brow.]
AJ: ...However... there really isn't much that I know to do to make things real I mean- I know you're still enamored of Marcus Davis. And I am really starting to wish that you weren't. Not to damage our business relationship but... I'm sorry I don't mean to speak out of turn.
SSB: You're not speaking out of turn, AJ, you're an honest man and I think you and I both know that. That's something that's always... you know... turned me on about you. That, amongst other things, of course. I think we both know where I stand with Marcus Davis. Do you know what I mean?
AJ: It's not fair. It's just like, I never really get to see you and, it's almost even worse to actually be with you and... and to know that you have to go back to SPW and I once again have to, live without.
It's just... we both have different lives and you know that. But the more time I spend with you it just, rips me apart inside and I just wish that somehow things were different.
[AJ takes Samantha's hand, holding it in his own.]
AJ: Do you know what I mean
SSB: [nodding] Of course I do. Because I feel exactly the same way about you. These past few months getting to know you has been nothing less than exceptional. I keep wondering what things would be like if we would have met before all this happened between you and Kieran. Is it wrong for a woman like me and a man like you to care for one another?
AJ: I've been through so much I honestly don't know. And the more time I spend with you, I honestly don't care. I really feel that you should leave Marcus but I have no right to ask that. And you know exactly why.
[AJ takes her hand up... and releasing it turns to stare at the ocean.]
AJ: This is so hard.
SSB: But it doesn't have to be difficult. We have everything we could have ever wanted. SPW is on the verge of being ours again. What we know about Kieran Rae will send her world tumbling down if it ever got out. She has absolutely no say in anything right now. As far as Marcus goes, he's a huge asset. He's going to Wrestlebowl for a shot at the world title. We need that on our side right now. That doesn't change how I feel about you, though... it never will. But be happy, AJ, you have me in more ways than you can imagine.
AJ: Yeah, if Marcus Davis becomes the World Champion then we control him. And that's too good an opportunity to pass up... As General Manager you not only control the ring but the SPW World Heavyweight Champion? Hmm. "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins, you really are a woman after my own heart.
SSB: And you are a brilliant man. As they say, birds of a feather flock together. I couldn't agree more. Could you?
AJ: I couldn't either. And if Davis should happen to fail in his world title pursuits then perhaps we win either way. But for now, keep his little heartstrings wrapped around your finger, your relationship could prove us very profitable. After all if I can't sleep with you next to me at night then sleeping on a giant mattress stuffed with cash is the next best thing.
However in the meantime, let's just enjoy the time we have together....
[Out.]
[Backstage of the Time Warner Cable Arena - we find "The General" Barry Baldwin sitting in the locker room; his locker open behind him and we can see articles of clothing hanging inside. His head looks down at the floor as he begins to speak; knowing the camera man is there to capture some comments about his match later in the show.]
Baldwin: As the SPW Fusion champ, every time I step inside a wrestling ring, I'm testing myself as well as my opponent. I'm ALWAYS trying to make myself better and push my opponent to new heights.
[He raises his head and looks into the camera.]
THAT is how a champion should act. And I can only hope that whoever walks out of Wrestlebowl as the NEXT SPW World Champion follows that same credo; otherwise they are doomed to fail like so many other former champions this company has crowned in the past.
But that's not why you're here now, is it Mister Cameraman? You wanna hear what I have to say about my match against Shayne Grissom later tonight. Well, to talk about Shayne Grissom, I first have to talk about a man who seems to enjoy spouting off at the mouth about conquests that seem grandiose in his eyes but to an old schooler such as myself.... they're utter pittance.
Rich Patterson...
[He pauses as he stands up from the seat but continues to keep his gaze at the camera.]
Two weeks ago, I wanted to see if Rich Patterson had it in him to work on _MY_ level. To see if he could hold a card to me as SPW Fusion champion.
THAT is why I made our match a Pure Rules contest.
And I was right in my expectations of him -- he clearly didn't have what it takes to get the job done and so he chose to resort to underhanded tactics along with his buddy, Chance Fortuna.
Patterson... do you two REALLY think you could pull off what a list full of wrestlers before you could never accomplish?
[pause]
You think you and Chance put me out for good?
[He laughs and raises a finger]
I've been on the receiving end of Frank Anthony's backbreaker...
[Another finger rises]
I've been on the receiving end of Morris Bass' lariat...
[A third finger raise]
Jack Ripper's power bomb...
[pause]
And I'm _still_ standing.
You wanna put me out of the _walking_ game?
[pause]
THINK AGAIN!
Because _you're_ the one who won't be walking if I get my hands on you again.
And as for you, James O'Connor...if you EVER want another shot at this title...
[He pauses. Then he puts his fingers to his head like a phone and laughs.]
Just give me a call.
Which brings me to you, Shayne Grissom...
Just like James O'Connor, I respect what you have done in such a short time from joining this company.
The sheer fact alone of lasting as long as you did in the Bring Your Own Weapons battle royal; not to mention the courage to step in there with only your body as a weapon.... I was certainly impressed.
Now you must know that I've worked in the past with your mentor, Chris Hopper and if you are even half as skilled as he was at your age, I think this match tonight will be one A LOT of people will be talking about come tomorrow.
There's just one thing you need to remember...
Like the Armed Forces I belonged to years ago, I have my own personal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy.
Don't ask me if I quit...
[He takes a step closer to the camera]
Because I won't tell you to stop trying.
See you in the ring, kid.
[He salutes the camera and walks off as we fade out.]
 BARRY BALDWIN |  SHAYNE GRISSOM |
[The lights go down and we hear a recording of World War 2 General George S. Patton]
Patton: May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't.
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[After a moment, the opening guitar riff to "One" by Metallica begins to play as the lights come up and out from the backstage steps "The General" Barry Baldwin - a Caucasian male in his mid-forties with long black hair and some scruffy facial hair to match. On his right shoulder, the Fusion Championship. The giant golden plated strap is shining clean with Baldwin's name under the blue and red globe. Holding it by its black studded leather, The General is wearing green/brown camo pants with black boots and black athletic tape wrapped around his wrists along with a camo flak jacket.]
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me"
[Smoke begins to billow across the top of the stage as the sound system rings out with machine gun fire and explosions (which are accompanied with physical pyro) and the sound of an approaching helicopter. Baldwin removes his helmet, he also has black painted lines under his eyes. He raises the Title straight up and fireworks spray out of the fog clouds behind him!!]
[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
["The General" walks down the aisle and slaps hands with fans along both sides. As he passes the camera, he takes a moment to give it a proper salute]
"Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now"
[By this point, "The General" is at ringside and climbs up on the apron to enter inside the ring. The music fades as ring announcer Steve Stone lifts his cards up]
Stone: The following is set for one fall! In the ring at this time... Shootfire Pro Wrestling FUSION CHAMPION he hails from Brooklyn, NY and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... THE GENERAL...
BARRRYYYYYYYYYYY BALDDDDWINNNNNN!!!!
["The General" removes his flak jacket, leaving it in the corner as he steps out and raises a hand in the air]
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[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 song continues...]
#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#
[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
The second verse of "Let it Rock" begins to be heard as 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.]
#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 and stare toward his opponent.]
#And you take your time#
#And you stand in line#
#Well you'll get what's yours#
#I got mine#
[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.]
#Because when I arrive#
#I, I'll bring the fire#
#Make you come alive#
#I can take you higher#
[Grissom stops spinning in the middle of the ring and drops into a squatting position and flexes as the pyro explodes behind him on the word "Rock."]
#What this is, forgot?#
#I must now remind you#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock#
#Just Let It Rock (rock!)#
#Let It Rock (rock!)#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock...#
#Let It Rock...#
[As the music dies down, Grissom removes his entrance wear and readies himself in the corner for the start of the match.]
***DINGDINGDING!***
Sean: Shayne Grissom in the ring and Barry Baldwin standing face to face, Grissom knows this is his biggest match to date, but already the welcome carpet has been rolled out a new Superstar Initiative is being set up for the debut of Ascension. Who will end up standing tall in SPW and proving their shine, and who will find themselves mere victims for the cause.
Jim: I don't know but that's half the fun of being in pro wrestling these days. Anything can happen much like Sugar Shayne reaching his ultimate goals, and the first step could begin tonight as he makes his bid to be the Shootfire Fusion Champion.
[Grissom holds out his hand and Baldwin shakes as both break up to circle, Barry nodding as he claps his hands. Shayne steps forward and reaches for the lockup and a collar and elbow begin the match, both athletes jockeying for position. Barry grabs in the headlock and pulls the skull in, clamping on his fingers. Shayne rips for the back suplex but Barry punches him in the nose to block it!!]
Sean: Grissom stepping around behind and Baldwin buries the knuckle punch to the ribs! Knee to the guts and hammers the elbow down into the back of his head! Baldwin stepping over Shayne and kicks the shin upside his face!!
[POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OH! Grissom knocked to the side and Barry with the waistlock, Shane dragged up he swings the back elbow to the face! Baldwin ducks! And Grissom runs charging the ropes, ducks inside to pull Barry into it!!
[Barry steps back holding his face and Shayne spins around to throw the lariat! Baldwin hits the mat and Grissom throws his fists up into the air!]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Shayne Grissom with the pull on Baldwin to turn him over, armbar cinched in no Barry right for the ropes. Barry into the side and pulling up, Referee forcing Shayne back. Grissom stepping back respectfully to give Baldwin the way in, and Barry walking right up and PUNCHES SHAYNE IN THE FACE!
[MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Baldwin beating into Shayne! Kicking and forearm, the punch to strike him back! Into the ropes and Barry with the pickup and HOTSHOT on across the top rope!!
[Barry slams Shayne and grabbing the waist, rips him up with the powerful release German Suplex!! Grissom lands flat on his back as Barry charges the ropes, coming back to jump and land the shin across the forehead! Baldwin rolls off as Shayne spasms clutching his head, and Barry rises up to drop the elbow straight across the chest!]
Sean: Baldwin comes crashing down atop his challenger, and Baldwin now over to pull Shayne up and smash a series of fists! Grissom fighting to punch back, striking to get free! Shayne into the ropes and the Ref says break, has to pull the Fusion Champ off!]
Jim: Well Barry did not like being taken easy on, to him that was insulting more than anything! Shayne Grissom in control for a minute and it looks like Barry snapped on the kid!
Sean: Baldwin charging in Shayne with the fist to the stomach! Barry knocked back no! Slams his hip into Grissom's face! And two handfuls of hair, Baldwin wrenching Shayne up and picks him into the air ATOMIC DROP! AND CLOTHESLINES HIM DOWN!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Baldwin laying out Shayne Grissom! And now yelling to the fans!
Sean: GRISSOM still getting up! Barry turning around and shocked, Shayne to his feet and Barry Baldwin with the punch SHAYNE BLOCKS!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Barry Baldwin with the swing and SHAYNE Blocked again!
Sean: AND A HAYMAKER FROM GRISSOM!!
Jim: PUNCHED HIS FACE OFF!!
Sean: AND A THUNDEROUS RIGHT! AND A LEFT! AND SHAYNE WITH THE FISTS AND NOW HE HAS THE ARM! WHIP TO THE ROPES! GRISSOM DUCKS LOW AND TOSSES BALDWIN HIGH WITH THE BACK BODY DROP!!!
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Baldwin gets up and Shayne irish whips him right into the turnbuckle! Barry cracks his chest and stumbles back as Grissom charges and throws the monster enzulariat but Barry sidesteps to send Shayne in the corner! Barry pounds into Grissom with a series of shots but Shayne reverses and hits a clothesline rocking the Champ against the corner! Shayne grabs the wrist and forearm to fall backwards sending Barry racing with the hammer throw!]
Jim: BALDWIN INTO THE CORNER HOOKED THE TOP AND FLIPS OVER THE SIDE!!
Sean: BALDWIN RUNNING THE APRON TO CATCH HIMSELF AGAINST THE CORNER!!
Jim: SHAYNE CHARGING AND LEAPS TO SMASH THE SHOULDER BLOCK!! SENDING BARRY OFF THE SIDE AND FLYING TOWARDS THE GUARDRAIL!!
*****CCCCRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!!!****
[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: SHAYNE GRISSOM SLIDING OUT AND BARRY BALDWIN'S SHOULDER MAY BE BROKEN!!
[Barry slides down the side of the metal bars, holding his shoulder as Shayne slides out! Heading around the side he drags Barry up who can't even fight back, arm hanging limply as Grissom tosses him back in! Shayne goes to the apron to knee up and step inside, as Baldwin tries to drag himself for the center of the ring. Shayne comes right after him and reaching up goes to duck under for the back suplex and he takes Barry up to spike the Fusion Champ on his shoulders!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: SHAYNE charging the ropes into the air and HUGE LEGDROP DOWN ACROSS THE FACE!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: GRISSOM WITH BALDWIN AND KICK TO THE STOMACH! REACHING BACK AND ARMLOCK TAKEDOWN FROM THE GENERAL!!
[Barry slams Shayne on his face to reach up with both arms and lock in the crossface armbar clutch! The fans are roaring as Barry wrenches in, pulling Shayne to scream in anguish as Barry tries to separate his shoulder!]
Jim: He suckered him in! Making Shayne forget about that arm and using the leverage to trap Grissom in, oh but Shayne still trying to get up! What is this guy doing?
Sean: He's trying to stay alive, and these fans willing Grissom to rise, Shayne taking Baldwin up into the air! BREAKING THAT HOLD AND COUNTERING INTO A -A - A TORTURE RACK!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: TREMENDOUS DISPLAY OF POWER! AND BALDWIN BEING STRETCHED ON THE RACK!
Jim: THE REFEREE SHOUTING IF GRISSOM- ER BALDWIN WILL TAP!
Sean: No kidding, if I was him I'd have by now, but the Championship is on the line! Fans you're watching SPW Conquest, Night of Champions live on Myriad Network. At stake, the Fusion Title on the line and Barry able to beat Shayne into mounting a real offense, and the Torture Rack cinched in as Baldwin goes to the eyes to escape!
[Barry slides down behind to wrap in the head but as he goes for the face Shayne locks his head and drops to slam the Stunner!]
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: BARRY FLIES UP AND HE IS OUT!!! SHAYNE GRISSOM JUST HIT THE STUNNER ON THE GENERAL!
Jim: WE WILL HAVE A NEW FUSION CHAMP!!!
[Shayne hangs on, pulling up on the leg as he goes for the pin, the fans counting along!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: THE OTHER LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
Jim: BARRY BALDWIN STAYS ALIVE!!
[Barry rolls up, but collapses as Shane makes him stay down with a flurry of fists to the forehead. Baldwin goes slack and Grissom grits his teeth. Reaching over he locks on the gutwrench, and ripping Barry into the air throws him down with the Powerbomb!!!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: BUT HE STILL HAS THE LEGS! AND SHAYNE GRISSOM STEPPING THROUGH!! HE HAS THE SCORPION DEATHLOCK SETTLED IN!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: BALDWIN GOING TO THE ROPES! AND HE HAS THEM! BUT SHAYNE WON'T LET GO!!
[MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Shayne fighting fire with fire! And the Ref begins a five count! 1! 2! 3! 4!
Jim: Released him that time! Shayne dragging Baldwin away from the ropes to step in and set up for the STF...
[Baldwin claws for the bottom rope as he pulls it tight. Wrenching back he locks the cable with both arms and Grissom instead lets go, and charges to slam the flying bulldog! But Barry has the hands out and blocks as Shayne missed! Baldwin goes right into the double underhook for the backbreaker finisher but Grissom fights and kicks to avoid the finisher.]
Sean: Shayne Grissom pulling up and short arm clothesline Baldwin ducked again!
Jim: But Shayne hit him with the lunging back elbow! Nailed him on the reverse!
Sean: And Grissom with the pickup for the Spinebuster!
Jim: BALDWIN WITH THE EAR CLAP!!
Sean: AND A HEADBUTT!! And now Barry with the pickup! URANGE!! RIGHT INTO THE BACKBREAKER!!!!
[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: GRISSOM IN GREAT PAIN! TALK ABOUT THE MESSIAH OF THE BACKBREAKER!
Sean: BALDWIN WITH THE LEGS UP, BOTH HANDS!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stone: AND YOUR WINNER!!! AND STILL CHAMPION! THE GENERAL
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRYYY BAAALLLDWIN!!!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: And there you have it folks, Barry Baldwin somehow escaping the match with title belt still intact, what a fight by Shayne Grissom for the veteran's title. That kid will definitely see a rematch in his future.
Jim: Now Barry was able to school the contender but he almost lost it a few times. I think a rematch would be a great idea, but for now the Fusion Champ remains supreme as The General, Barry Baldwin.
[As Baldwin clears the ring, the crowd boo... coming up behind “Sugar” Shayne is eight feet of evil. A large bronze bell is connected too long chain, which the Lord DEATHKNELL swings through the air. Before the whirling sound of the steel chain can register, DEATHKNELL throws it into the back of Grissom’s head-----------------------]
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
#DOOOOOOOM#
[Registering the sound from the aisle, Baldwin turns back to the ring just in time to see the masked monster bulldogging Shayne face first into the bell. #DOOM# Yeah, that’ll draw blood. There’s no love loss between Baldwin and Grissom, but the General is getting pretty sick of that loud mouthed bully, and starts to approach the ring. Red eyes flaring, DEATHKNELL wraps the steel chain around an unconscious Grissom’s throat, further choking the man, keeping him down, while freeing up the bell. Baldwin starts to jump up on the apron, only to jump back-------------]
#DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM#
[Narrowly missing a LETHAL strike from the massive bronze bell. Baldwin’s eyes narrow, as he tries a second time, #DOOM# no, DEATHKNELL blocking access to the ring, all while choking Grissom. Keeping his glowing eyes on Baldwin, DEATHKNELL swings the bell tauntingly through the air, slowly using the loose chain to drag Shayne up...]
<DEATHKNELL>: ...YOU TURNED A LOT OF HEADS... MARATHON MAN... THINK YOU’RE A RISING STAR? GRISSOM... YOU THINK YOU HAVE A BRIGHT FUTURE... YOU MIGHT HAVE... BUT THE MOMENT YOU MESSED WITH _THE FATHER_ YOUR BETTER TOMORROWS STARTED TO DECAY. I HAVE SEEN YOUR FUTURE SHAYNE... THERE IS NO BED OF ROSES... ONLY A FUNERAL PYRE! WHEN YOU’RE GLORIOUS PATH CROSSED _THE FAMILY_ YOU WERE MET BY A DEAD END...
[As the bell rotates away, Baldwin thinks he’s picked up the timing, and darts forwards. With a massive sweep of his tree link arms, DEATHKNELL again blocks the attempt, not with the bell, but with Grissom. Launching “Sugar” Shayne into the air with the chain... throwing him over the top rope, and then pulling back... leaving the unconscious Grissom to hang just off the ropes. The bell continues to circle, threatening Baldwin if he tries to help the “kid.” Evil eyes lock on one another...]
Jim: Well, looks like the crazy bastard has been fully "programmed" by The Family.
[...Eyes flare in recollection, a repressed memory...? Attention shifts away from the Family's victim to the champ.]
<DEATHKNELL>: ...GENERAL... IN SHOOTFIRE’S DARKEST HOUR, YOU RALLIED THE TROOPS. YOU FOUGHT THE INVADERS... YOU LED THEM TO VICTORY, AND A PROMISING FUTURE. THERE WAS ONLY ONE VICTIM IN THAT LITTLE WAR... _ME_ ...MY HEAD ALMOST BLOWN OFF, MY KINGDOM LOST, MY MEN TRAITORS... I WAS LEFT TO DIE. GENERAL... MORE THAN ANY OTHER, _YOU_ REAPED THE SPOILS OF _THAT_ WAR. ...BUT WHAT OF THE MAN YOU LEFT BEHIND? WHAT OF THE LOST SOUL? YOU CAN TAKE PRIDE IN WINNING THE WAR, BECAUSE _YOU_ WILL RECIEVE ALL THE PUNISHMENT. FOR _THIS_ IS ONE GHOST THAT ISN’T GOING TO STOP UNTIL YOU’RE BROUGHT TO TASK FOR YOUR -----WAR CRIMES. I WILL HAVE _JUSTICE_ ...IT WILL BE SWIFT... IT WILL BE BRUTAL... AND IT WILL BE JUSTIFIED... DO YOU HEAR THE BELLS? THEY RING FOR Y---------------------------
[That does it. Grabbing a chair, Baldwin throws it at Deathknell... sliding in while the monster bats the chair away. #CLANG# As the General charges the big man, the lights go out...]
#DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM#
[When the lights come back up, Baldwin is left in the ring alone. Where’d the giant mother fucker go? He’s not exactly easy to hide. Thoughts of the malevolent Family member dissipate, as Baldwin’s gaze turns to the bloody mess that is Shayne Grissom, dangling from the ropes. Baldwin turns to check on the kid, just as paramedics start racing out of the back...]
[We are now in the basement/boiler room area of the Time Warner Cable Arena. In typical fashion, it is lit about as well as any CSI episode, with shadows being cast over every wall. One shadow in particular…MOVES…
And it wears a Jester’s cap.
Now we see the man behind the shadow, walking cautiously, feeling a sense of deja vu, as he looks for his love.
Our shot now moves to a corner of the room, where a single light bulb swings by its cord, making the shadows around it seem to rock and sway, almost a liquid movement.
In the corner sits Iris Galiver, but she is not the "Pretty Pretty Princess" this time. She is wearing a pair of black cargo pants with a black tank top. She is huddled in a ball, rocking back and forth, mumbling to herself, but she is not talking to a dolly or a imaginary friend, she is trying to calm herself down from fear.
Jester’s face seems to light up as he sees her, then goes to…not fear...not anger…is this…NERVOUS??
A few more cautious steps, and Jester comes to a sitting position in front of Iris. He reaches up and stops the light above from swinging, leaving them both in a single pool of light, the rest of the room darkened around them.]
JCA: You should not be afraid of me, Iris. I would never harm you. I WILL happily harm others FOR you, though. We have started the Rapture of SPW. The Family will be ripping this place to the ground. Those that harmed you and have brought you to this will not be safe, those that watched it happened will not be safe. In all honesty, NO ONE will be safe from the rampage, and I am doing it all in your honor. I will CONTINUE to do it until you remember, until you are home, safe and sound with the Family once again. Mr. Peabody misses you. Ruben, your barbed wire teddy bear, misses you.
*I* miss you...
[Jester reaches out for her, but Iris lets out a stifled scream, moving away from him, but still in the light. Jester slowly pulls his hand back.]
JCA: Why don't you remember, Iris? THINK...all of the fun we used to have, breaking bones, shedding blood, destroying lives...we have been the most feared couple in all of wrestling.
Iris: No! No! NO! You're a liar!
[Iris shakes her head furiously, huge tear droplets still running down her already wet face. She takes a deep breath and stares at this wicked clown before her. She stares at him so intensely.]
Iris: What the hell is a Mr. Peabody and a Ruben? I never... I have never even seen you until last week when you were standing over me. I hate clowns! I'd never _ever_ tell a grown man dressed as a clown that I would marry him! That... that's just scary!
[Iris begins scooting further away from JCA until she is huddled in a corner.]
Iris: I've... I've never done anything like that... in all my life! You've got the wrong woman. Why can't you just leave me alone? Why... why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this... to someone who has never even met you before in your life? What's your name again?
[She's serious. She doesn't know his name.]
JCA: I...I'm Chad Allen, The Jester, your soon to be HUSBAND! I proposed to you on the very night that you got hurt and have lost your memory.
Iris: Well, Chad... as you see, I'm scared to death. I... I just want to see my friends that I met earlier. Heather... where is Heather and Tina? Where are they? I want to see my friends! You're not my friend!
[Jester's face turns cold to HOT...]
JCA: You are right, Iris, I am NOT your FRIEND...I AM MORE THAN YOUR FRIEND!!!
[Jester gets to his knees, starting to stand, the shadows on his face from the single bare bulb make him look like something truly out of a horror movie.]
I HAVE BEEN YOUR MATE FOR ALMOST 2 YEARS NOW!
[Jester takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself.]
JCA: I have sent The ENTIRE Family on a rampage in your honor. If you would just THINK and REMEMBER, you would KNOW that this is EXACTLY the type of thing that you would DIE for.
Iris: You're a bad man. A bad, bad man! I can't believe you... you would send someone so close to going over the edge. Just so you can prove something? What is it that you want you... YOU FREAK!
[Now that hurt...Jester shows the verbal slap for a moment, before a sick smile comes across his face, sending Iris back now, a look of horror as she sees what she has done...]
JCA: You are right, Iris, but you are just as much of a freak as I am, and if anyone knows, it is ME. One way or another, you will be back at my side before long. I promise...
[Iris looks up at Jester, her voice shaking, her eyes not leaving his.]
Iris: Think again, Chad Allen... you'll never have me.
JCA: Know two things Iris, first, that the Rapture will continue in your name, and that second...
[His eyes go dark and cold.]
JCA: That you are just as sick and twisted as I am deep inside, no matter what you think, say, or believe right now. We are exactly the same type of evil, and the sooner you remember it, the sooner we can return to our happiness.
Iris: Well if I am who you say I am, I'm sure you remember one thing about me... how stubborn I can be. Now leave me alone!
[With that Iris turns her back to Jester. She leans her head against the cold concrete wall, tears still flowing down her cheeks.]
JCA: This is far from over, Iris, FAR FROM OVER.
[Jester stops to look at Iris for a moment, before storming out the door. Iris ignores him as she tries to remember exactly who the hell she is. Fade out.]
["The General" Barry Baldwin sits in the locker room after his match with Shayne Grissom. Baldwin is obviously tired from the match as his boots are undone and he has an ice pack sitting on his right knee. He leans back in his chair and stares at his Fusion championship hanging in the open locker next to his chair. The door to the locker room swings open and there stands one half of the SPW Tag Champions - Eddie Christian, dressed for his match tonight as the Tag title is strapped around his waist and bandages around his midsection from the assault he experienced earlier at the hands of Rich Patteson and Chance Fortuna. He moves over towards Baldwin and begins to speak.]
Eddie: I figured I'd stop by to congratulate you, Champ..I don't think I ever got to.
Baldwin: Clearly understood. That match took a lot out of all three of us. And speaking of you and Marissa, a big congrats to you two on YOUR title win.
Eddie: Thanks old friend, but exchanging congratulations isn't the real reason I stopped by..
[Eddie points to the Fusion title.]
Eddie: That is...
Baldwin: So THAT'S how it's going to be, eh?
[Baldwin gets up from his seat]
Baldwin: Now I'm not as young as you, my boy so pardon me if I don't fully grasp the concept of biting off more than one can chew.
Eddie: I'm sort of a greedy man Barry, I like gold..and even though I have this gold around my waist.. this Fusion title is still the apple of my eye.
Baldwin: Let me guess... when you were a kid, your mom told you on more than one occasion that your eyes are bigger than your stomach.
[Eddie takes a step back.]
Eddie: Well let's cut to the chase because MY title match is coming up.. two weeks from now, Barry, I want to face you.. one on one for your Fusion title. I mean after all, it's the least you can do to thank me for saving your ass last week.
Baldwin: You have that right. It _is_ the least I can do. And in two weeks, the MOST I can do is prove to you and everyone in the SPW locker room that the right person walked out of NYC with the title belt in their possession. A belt nonetheless that they didn't need another person to help them acquire.
Eddie: A bold statement there Barry, but I knew you'd see things my way.. rest up old man.. I'm gonna give you the match of your life... do me a favor cherish that title while you still have it.
[Eddie leaves the locker room. Baldwin looks in the direction of the door and sneers.]
Baldwin: Kids these days... NEVER satisfied with what they have.
[Fade out.]
BAD LUCK |
HUSTLE AND SWAGGER |
TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH
[We fade back to the ring from a commercial break.]
Sean: We're back here on Conquest for the main event!! All the competitors in the ring so we can get this contest underway!!!
Jim: The World Tag Champs in the game and ready to go, Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet to the center to face off against Chance and Rich, and earlier on Patterson laid out Christian in the back, caused him some rib trauma now, and well I gotta think taped up ribs under the EC Shirt, just a target.
Sean: There's the bell and Monet inside, Chance up to her face talking trash and shoves her!!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM MONET!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Marissa has Chance who goes right to the corner! Tag out to Patterson and The Bad Seed steps through, up and sizing the amazon warrior and Rich not impressed.
Jim: Patterson it takes a lot for-
Sean: Monet with the shoot in grabs the leg Patterson PUNCHED her in the head!
Jim: Headlock up into the DDT and Rich sits right down spiking Monet hard!
Sean: Patterson throwing the legs over and rising to step through and go for the Scorpion- Marissa rolling to trip him free! Monet back and into the ropes, up and kick thrown into the chest!
[Rich steps back, and then throws himself forward to smash Marissa with a clothesline! Chance jumps in and runs to start throwing the stomps in the guts, as the Referee and the fans yell at Fortuna for interfering!]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Oh Chance Fortuna getting involved and these fans don't like it Jim!
Jim: No they don't EDDIE CHRISTIAN IN TO BEAT INTO RICH!
Sean: And a kick into Chance! Stomping Fortuna across the forehead-
Jim: PATTERSON BULLRUSHES HIS CORE!!
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Right into him! And the torso driven across the ring by The Bad Seed... Patterson up and the damage has been done.
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Chance outside and Marissa fighting up, over and sees Eddie as Rich Patterson walking the perimeter of the squared circle. He knows what they've done and now Eddie laid out like a frog for the scalpel, that shot that tremendous shot done put him down!
Sean: Yeah no kidding and Christian having to slide outside with a great deal of effort, Monet back to the inside of the ring as Chance Fortuna strutting inside and opening his arms, waving to the fans!
Jim: Who do not have kinds things to say. Jealousy, that's what it is.
Sean: He does have dreamy eyes.
Jim: He- What?
Sean: What? Marissa Monet wants to lock up and Chance parading around MONET Goes right for the leg!
Jim: Takes him down and Marissa swimming on top to pound the forearm! Now swing around taking Chance over as she turns into the Fujiwara Armbar!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: CHANCE Rolling out and comes up short arm STO FROM THE KNEES! Marissa takes him down again and arm hook, leg hook, going for a rings CHANCE bridging up! Kicks to flip back over top and snaps the Dropkick into Monet's arm!
[Marissa rolls away to slide outside and Chance leaps to fly clear over the side but Monet dives back in!!]
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Marissa up and running!! Charging at the side and crashing to bullet at Fortuna!!
[Monet looks up and throws her hands high to go into a cartwheel, bouncing off the blue mat to shoot up and take off backwards to flip across the top rope. She turns into the corkscrew and lands on Chance to send them both down into the floor. Chance lands and skips on his back as Monet is able to take it and holds her head, head swimming.]
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Did she just fucking hit a sftd?
Sean: I do believe so yes. Well I didn't-
Jim: RICH SLIDING OUT!! PULLS UP MONET FROM THE FLOOR!!
[Patterson shouts as he spins to send Marissa Monet running for the stairs! She twists to roll off the top but hits her leg on the post and flies to crash to the floor!!]
[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: RICH PATTERSON JUST TOOK OUT MARISS A -
Jim: EDDIE CHRISTIAN STANDING ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!
[Patterson looks all the way up as Eddie jumps into a flip! Rich tries for a catch powerbomb but Christian smacks him over as he lands on his knees and almost goes rolling into the guardrail!]
['HOLY GOD' FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: EDDIE CHRISTIAN TAKING PATTERSON OUT! AND EVERYONE IS DOWN AT RINGSIDE!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Ref: ONE!!!
Jim: Shane Dreamer with the ten count, and the title will not change hands on a time limit of any kind. However this being a title match falls do count anywhere.
Sean: Yeah you'd think that'd have been on our official website by now. Do wrestling companies post their own rulebooks?
Jim: Always know the rules... so you know what you're breaking.
[Chance gets up as the Referee's counting and stumbles over fast as he tries to catch himself. Hanging onto the bottom rope, Fortuna pulls himself up and sits on the apron, to duck inside and roll in. Marissa is trying to recover as Chance pulls at the Referee.]
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: TIFFANY LANE!!
[Lane comes over the railing and grabbing onto Marissa, suplexes her up into the air!! The fans are roaring as Lane steps back, holding Monet high, and drops to smash Marissa's face right into her bent knee!!]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ICEBREAKER!! ICEBREAKER ON MONET!! WHY!!!
Jim: LANE to head back over the guardrail! And these fans can't believe it!!
Sean: Tiffany Lane interjecting herself in this match CHANCE Fortuna sliding out! He's going to take full advantage of this and take up Monet, to toss her in!
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Chance kneeing over and he has her, he has the lateral press-
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NO!!!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NO! He did NOT catch her! And Rich Patterson back up on the apron, watching as Fortuna yells at the Referee!
[Shane says only two, miming it as he yells at Chance to get out of his face. Fortuna threatens to smack a bitch and Monet gets up and arm to take Chance over for the pin herself!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: SHE GOT HIM!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: CHANCE KICKED OUT!!
Jim: MONET TURNING IT INTO A HEEL HOOK!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: FORTUNA INSTANTLY GETTING OVER AND YES! INTO THE ROPES!!
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Chance shoves up, Marissa standing back, and Fortuna yells as he kicks the bottom rope. Chance Fortuna heads right around to the center, telling Monet to try that again and she jumps with the flying leg scissor to take Chance down and apply the heel hook tight!!]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Monster pop from the audience! And they know Monet could break Chance's foot!
Sean: Now that's what I call a lucky foot I'll hang it from my rearview.
Jim: Gruesome and disgusting.
Sean: I think he's a d-bag.
Jim: Tremendous. What's the over on on he starts to cry? He's been caught in that thing a while now.
Sean: Fortuna's getting near the ropes... but see how Marissa's got the weight back into the submission? Leveraging herself against forward progress, that's what the best wrestlers do they use all of their ability. She may not be the super heavyweight but what is she 220 pounds right? Heel Hooks will still break your foot. He could do Your Lucky Day in crutches though.
Jim: Technology is amazing.
[Fortuna yells and drags himself up to make the rope! Marissa hangs on, and does not break as the Referee yells free! Monet rocks back and lets go to roll off as Fortuna tries to knee up, and Marissa heads over to tag in to Eddie Christian.]
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Eddie over, and Monet and Christian or Swagger and Desire with the head and both hook it each, the Champs plant their legs and DOUBLE TEAM SUPLEX ON FORTUNA!!
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Fortuna up and Eddie takes him to the ropes, pick up the catch for the SPINEBUSTER!
Sean: MONET OFF THE SIDE AND KNEESTRIKES UP THE HEAD!!
[Marissa Monet heads to the ropes, and leaning over the side yells out to the crowds!! The fans rise to cheer back and Eddie points to the very top rope. Monet tells him she's got it and moves to the side but Rich Patterson runs the ring! The World Tag Champions turn around and Bad Seed runs at them with the double clothesline!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Monet throws herself backwards to bridge and catch her hands but Eddie gets nailed under the chin, so hard the force throws him backwards into a flip! Patterson rushes past them as Marissa rolls to stand and Eddie smacks his guts into the canvas hard!!]
[EARTH SHATTERING POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MARISSA HIT THE BACKBRIDGE BUT EDDIE COULDN'T MOVE IN TIME!!
Jim: PATTERSON INTO THE SIDE A YAKUZA KICK FROM MONET!!
****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!****
Sean: RICH FALLING OVER THE SIDE!!
[Patterson tries to catch himself, and slams to the apron instead. Marissa takes up Chance, and runs him at the corner! Marissa charges him, and Chance jumps forward to handstand off the top rope and Monet hits the turnbuckle! She staggers back as Fortuna lands to hit the Enzugiri! Marissa's head shoots up and she's spun around to fall right into the corner!!!]
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
Sean: CHANCE DUCKING IN UNDER BETWEEN HER LEGS!?!
Jim: AND STEPPING UP TO CLIMB THE BUCKLES!! MARISSA ON HIS SHOULDERS!!!
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: CHANCE FORTUNA CLIMBING HIGH TO STAND ON THE SECOND ROPE! MARISSA MONET ON HIS SHOULDERS AND BEGINNING TO PUNCH AT HIS-
Jim: FORTUNA OFF THE BUCKLES TO SLAM THE HOTSHOT ON MONET!!!
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MARISSA FLYING THROUGH THE AIR!!
Jim: Eddie Christian on the floor, and Rich Patterson reaching over to tag in! Christian in no shape, no way to do anything of use in this match and he knows it! Patterson ready to kill Monet if it comes to it and Eddie just pacing on the floor! He doesn't want to see his tag team partner decimated!!
Sean: Marissa Monet is in no shape to defend herself, she has been in a bad way since the Icebreaker on the outside by "The Blonde Bombshell" Tiffany Lane. You have to realize, this is for the World Tag Titles the titles are on the line.
Jim: Rich Patterson ready to put Monet down as he puts his knuckles together, and cracks them in! The Bad Seed pulling up Marissa by her leg as this will be the Near Life Experience-
Sean: SCOOPING HER OVER HIS SHOULDER! TOMBSTO-
***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!***
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: CHRISTIAN WITH THE CHAIR!!! HE JUST BASHED PATTERSON TO THE MAT!
*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING*
Sean: HE GOT HIMSELF DISQUALIFIED! THE CHAMPS KEEP THE TITLES!!
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: EDDIE CHRISTIAN JUST FORCED A DQ! AND SAVED MARISSA FROM THE NLE!
[Patterson rolls across the ring as Eddie throws down the chair, going over to help up Marissa and Tiffany Lane comes around the side, the World Tag Team Title belts on her shoulders!! Chance slides out and Lane hands him the championships as the fans go wild!]
[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHAT IS THAT! LANE STOLE THE TITLES!!
Jim: NOW CHANCE HAS THEM!!
[Rich Patterson heads over towards them, as Chance awards him the World Tag Title. The Bad Seed throws the strap over his shoulder as he glares at the Champions, Eddie pulling up Marissa as they can only watch, "Lucky" Chance Fortuna and "The Bad Seed" Rich Patterson, making their way to the back, the tag titles in their possession.]
Sean: Good Lord well Desire and Swagger able to keep the titles but not able to stop Chance and Rich from making off with their title belts! I did not expect this but this could not bode well for the reigns of Monet and Christian I mean what a demoralizing blow from the Patterson-Fortuna tandem.
Jim: Yeah no kidding no one likes a thief but I don't see Swagger and Desire, as I call em too convinced they're ready to go string them thieves up to a tree. What an attack earlier tonight, and then TIFFANY LANE to come and join sides with Patterson and Fortuna, I don't understand why that is. First, she lays out Nikki James and now, now this?
Sean: Yeah I'm sure we'll all find out why real soon. Well fans for Conquest this has been great, thank you so much for joining us. Your winners by DQ, Rich Patterson and Chance Fortuna with a huge assist from a backstage attack, an assault, earlier. And they now have possession of the World Tag Team Titles what are the Champions gonna do about this? For Jim Monroe I'm Sean O'Brady saying good night, and we'll see you next time on SPW CONQUEST.
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