[Fade into the SPW CEO's Office. Kieran Rae is smiling as she sits back behind a thick black, mahogany dress. Wearing a blue power blazer, with a generous amount of cleavage being shown, Kieran smiles towards the camera with a short black wig on. The red, black and gold of SPW hangs on the flag behind her, adjacent to the Stars & Stripes. Kieran looks dead ahead.]
Kieran: Welcome to Shootfire Pro Wrestling's Conquest Ladies and Gentlemen. As you may know by now, Sammy Knight was shot in LA very recently. While his recovery has been assured, he will not be active for some time yet. Unfortunately that means he cannot represent us in this year's CL Cup. As you well know, every year SPW sends its very best to represent us in the Charles Linnenbringer Memorial Cup. Representing the Shootfire colors, is the "Evil Voodoo Icon" Dave Pietka. And we have full confidence in him and his abilities to bring home the gold for SPW.
However, the Showcase Match itself is in the air thanks to the injury befalling Sammy Knight. So, we want to make sure only the Superstar Athletes in Shootfire that want it the best will compete to show what we can do. So starting tonight, and through Ascension, I urge every single SPW Superstar to step up their game, and the fans will vote on the top two next week. That will determine who goes to the CL Cup to represent Shootfire Professional Wrestling. Good night, and good luck.
[Break into the opening.]
Kieran: Welcome to Shootfire Pro Wrestling's Conquest Ladies and Gentlemen. As you may know by now, Sammy Knight was shot in LA very recently. While his recovery has been assured, he will not be active for some time yet. Unfortunately that means he cannot represent us in this year's CL Cup. As you well know, every year SPW sends its very best to represent us in the Charles Linnenbringer Memorial Cup. Representing the Shootfire colors, is the "Evil Voodoo Icon" Dave Pietka. And we have full confidence in him and his abilities to bring home the gold for SPW.
However, the Showcase Match itself is in the air thanks to the injury befalling Sammy Knight. So, we want to make sure only the Superstar Athletes in Shootfire that want it the best will compete to show what we can do. So starting tonight, and through Ascension, I urge every single SPW Superstar to step up their game, and the fans will vote on the top two next week. That will determine who goes to the CL Cup to represent Shootfire Professional Wrestling. Good night, and good luck.
[Break into the opening.]
LIVE!!! FROM THE TD GARDEN IN BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS!!!
["Deepest Bluest" hits and the crowd pops the arrival of the Great Black Shark, Marissa Monet, currently one half of the World Tag Team champions. The curtains part and the Amazon steps through. She is dressed in subdued street clothes, a fawn coloured motorcycle jacket, white T-shirt and fitted blue jeans. She wears black high-heeled boots. As she walks towards the ring she is somber. She steps through the ropes, taking the centre of the stage. She looks at each and every face in the arena before she raises the microphone that was brought to her to speak.]
Marissa: I don't want to come out here and talk about this, because it hurts my heart to do it, but I want to send out all my love and best wishes to Sammy Knight. Get well soon, brother.
[HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Marissa: [dabbing the corners of her eyes] Sammy Knight, you are my teammate and colleague. You have been my rolemodel in SPW. The measuring stick by which I have tested and measured myself and many times found myself wanting. We haven't always seen eye-to-eye. I don't know if we're truly close friends, but when they told me that you were shot in Los Angeles I nearly dropped. And I thought to myself that he doesn't deserve this. Sammy, you may have been a bad man once, but I've watched you grow and progress and take better care of yourself for your son and for some ...
[The words stick in her throat because she's too upset.]
Marissa: ...Coward to try to take that away from you hiding behind a gun makes me sick to my stomach. You don't deserve this. My prayers are with you, Sammy. I hope when you've recovered enough you'll see the cards I sent and the texts. I've got you, Sammy. I've reached out to Darrion's mother to let her know that whatever she and Darrion needs, I've got them both until you make it back into this ring and start earning a living again.
Crowd: SAMMY! SAMMY! SAMMY!
[Marissa encourages the cheers. Tears are freely flowing down her cheeks.]
Marissa: God Bless you, Sammy Knight. I still marvel at your title reign. I still marvel at how you reached down deep and overcame the odds time and time again. I still marvel at how you cared so much about Shootfire during the Power Structure's first attempt at invasion. And then to hear news like this? It was like hearing the president got shot. I was shaken to my core. I couldn't believe it. I was like "No, no, no ... not him. It couldn't be him. This can't be true." And then they confirmed it. It just goes to show you how fragile everything is. We can never be certain about anything. We can never believe that tomorrow is promised. Sammy, just know this and I'm saying publicly everything I said privately. God Bless you. Get well. And we're here repping for you until you get back and get back to business. I love you, Sammy. Know that.
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Marissa Monet showing her respect for Sammy Knight!
["Deepest Bluest" plays over the loudspeaker as Monet leaves the ring. The fans are raging wild for her! We fade to the broadcast booth where Jim Monroe and Sean O'Brady are already seated and ready to go.]
Sean: Marissa is one of a kind, and we all wish Sammy a speedy recovery here at the SPW.
Jim: Yes we do, Sean. And what a way to kick off Conquest! What a show we have for you tonight ladies and gentleman!
Sean: Plenty of action with the tag team piled main event!!! There's so much to do, let's get things kicked off.
[The guitar plucking began blasting over the P/A, those chords the fans knew instantly. "No Jesus Christ" by Seether began playing as Johnny Pain stepped out onto the entrance ramp, Johnny threw his hands up in the air as the crowd went crazy and Pain began walking down the aisle, slapping the hands of the fans in attendance. Pain was dressed in his wrestling attire as he got to the ring he leapt up onto the apron, grabbed the top rope and springboards over the rope and landed feet first in the ring. His music died down as he was handed a microphone by a ring-side assistant and headed for the middle of the ring.]
Johnny: Boston, Massachusetts!
['HE SAID OUR CITY' POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Johnny: It's been a long time since I've stood in this arena, it's been awhile since I've stood in a ring actually, ever since I got cheapshotted by the dwarf brigade. That's the past however and I'm looking forward to tonight. You see, I've kind of been shelved it feels like. My return to SPW was nothing grand, that's okay I can accept that. My joining Code of Honor hasn't really done anything for me, it just hasn't worked out.
[Johnny shrugs.]
Johnny: When did Johnny Pain become a backseat rider, when I've been in the driver's seat for almost twelve years now? In Charlotte, North Carolina, MY backyard, I wasn't even booked. None of my friends or family came to the event because I wasn't even there. Now again I've not been booked and I'm thinking to myself, "Johnny, you're a veteran, you've earned respect around the world, you came back here from Japan and what have you done?" Well, the answer is nothing, I haven't done a damn thing, and it's time to shake things up.
[Johnny began pacing around the ring.]
Johnny: I had to ask for some air time tonight, I don't want to sound conceded but I mean hell, someone in my position shouldn't have to ask for permission for anything, but it's called respect. So I was granted some time to come out here, but I never really said why, they just let me. Lucky for them I say because I'm issuing an Open Challenge to any of the boys in the back who aren't booked either, I say come on out, get in this ring with me, and lets tear the roof off his place!
[INSANE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Johnny: So come on, who wants some?
[Pain tosses the mic backwards over his shoulder and out down to the floor, awaiting anyone to accept the challenge.]
Sean: And can you get this partner? Johnny Pain asking for TV Time? Don't the Veteran's around here usually do what they want?
Jim: Well he was left off the card again! But maybe it has something to do with the fact HE ALWAYS LOSES.
Sean: Hmmm well maybe, but Pain apparently ready to turn this thing around! And just who will answer the challenge-
["Return to the Tres" begins to creep up on the PA System as the fans go wild!!]
Sean: COLT MONTANA!
Jim: OH DIOS MIO!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 COLT MONTANA |  JOHNNY PAIN |
[Colt Montana shoots out from the back and jumps as he yells to the crowd! The fans cheer out for the silver and black masked man as the luchadore shouts and charges down the stage! Inside the ring, Johnny Pain stares ahead, watching and waiting as Colt parades towards the squared circle. He sits on the side and rolls right in to pop up and bounce on the bottom rope! Pointing to his fans, Montana stomps back to meet Pain in the middle of the ring. Referee Shane Dreamer has entered and nods as he calls for the bell! Instantly, Pain offers the handshake and the fans cheer out for both Pain & Montana!]
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Sean: There's the bell and Colt Montana circling with Johnny Pain, hands out and both moving around each other, lockup and push!! Pain leaning in, fighting to shove Colt back, Montana over and Armdrag takes Pain over!
[POP!!!]
Jim: Pain up and Montana with the flying headlock takeover! Pain sent flying! Montana up and racing the ropes, here comes Johnny and shoulder for the gut no Colt with the back roll reversal off over Pain, jumps and HURRICANRANA ON THE TECHNICIAN!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: BUT NO! Pain taken over but he keeps the legs! And rolling Colt to his back locks them under his arms and stands up to step over he's going for the Boston CRAB on Colt!!
[Montana instantly rolls over tossing Pain away from his legs! Johnny goes for the ropes as Colt kips up and catches Pain to toss him from the hip but Johnny cartwheels out of it and twisting the arm over, turns to grab the head and wrenches back for the side Russian leg sweep! Colt yells as he holds his skull and Pain instantly floats over into a cover.]
Sean: He got him!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: COLT kicked out at two!! Pain with the pickup and straight jacket hold from behind, Colt diving forward to take Johnny over and up into a cradle! Colt Montana with the pin!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: PAIN Kicked out! Whoa almost got him there! Johnny to his feet and Colt meets him with the forearm shot, Irish whip Pain sent at the ropes NOOO Pain with the reversal! Colt into the side Johnny catches him TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER NO COLT WITH A HEADSCISSORS OUTTA THE AIR!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: PAIN TAKEN OVER!! HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!
Sean: COLT into the air and DROPKICK!! PAIN SENT INTO THE SIDE!!
Jim: Colt with the wrist and hard Irish whip, big throw as Johnny Pain sent for the ride! Man this is not what he expected, he wanted to win and Colt Montana very well might surprise him here in Boston COLT WITH THE FLYING BURRITO!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: And COLT rolls up! Roaring to the fans in this capacity crowd! Boston comes alive!
[MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Colt Montana taking Pain up in the headlock and Johnny rips him right up for the Suplex INTO THE CHOKESLAM NO COLT WITH AN ARMDRAG COUNTER OUTTA IT!! UNBELIEVABLE!
[The fans scream as Colt grabs the wrist, and runs the buckles to leap up the second to the top and fly off for the takeover but Pain rips him through the air to drop Montana on the top rope!! Colt flies back in shock! Johnny ducks in under, hauling Montana up and with the luchadore trapped on his shoulders dives forward to slam Colt right into the ring!! Pain rolls up as Colt kicks in pain!]
[POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Johnny Pain getting the Bottoms Up on Colt Montana, and while not the cheering reception he'd wanted, Pain definitely getting some respect. That's why he came out here, sure he's had some bad luck in recent weeks, but he cannot afford to look bad in this match. Colt Montana with all the wind just, just knocked out of him this does not look good for the purveyor of Lucha Libre in SPW.
Jim: Pain showing off, taking his time, and that might not be a good idea. After all that's an SPW Superstar in there! This is not his first rodeo if ya know what I mean!
Sean: Johnny Pain over and BIG PUNCH Into Colt's midsection! Ooh that draws some boos.
Jim: Pain with the FIST to the side of the Head! And knee strike to the guts! Pain in control. Now pointing to the top saying he can fly too!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Pain in command of Colt's senses, and working him over, forces him into the corner and KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!
***SSSMMMMAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***
Jim: Ooh! Pain lit up his chest!
Sean: AND JOHNNY PAIN WITH THE CROSS CORNER IRISH WHIP!!
[Colt goes for the turn but gets out a leg and swings to send Johnny racing! Colt runs right after as Pain catches the top ropes and flips himself upside down to balance in vertical form! Colt hits the pads and turns around as Johnny lands on his feet and lets fly with the massive superkick!!]
****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!****
Sean: NAILED IT!! MONTANA IS OUT! PAIN WITH THE COVER!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: COLT WITH HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OH SO CLOSE! AND PAIN WITH THE LEG IN THIS TIME! HE WANTS IT AGAIN!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOO!! COLT KICKS OUT THIS TIME SHOULDER UP!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: And Johnny Pain about upset with himself, he sincerely thought that was three. And letting the official have it, Pain arguing a sense of desperation beginning to set in. Johnny over, drags up Colt by the mask and ripping him around, Johnny with the waist lock for the German-
Sean: COLT WITH THE STANDING SWITCH! KICKS UP OVER UPSIDE DOWN AND VICTORY ROLL ON JOHNNY PAIN!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! COLLLLLT! MOOONNNNTTAAAAAAAANNNNAAAA!!!!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OH DIOS MIO!! HE DID IT! HE DID IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE COLT MONTANA BEAT JOHNNY PAIN!
Sean: I love it, and a big thank you to the troops, to the men and women servicing in your forces here. One sunset flip and oh dios mio indeed, we have a new force on the scene as Colt Montana takes one step further towards a high profile match and why Pain, Pain just couldn't handle it. So close but Johnny loses yet again, and here comes Colt he's wanting a handshake. Good and professional.
Jim: Yeah well, Johnny Pain... again just embarassed and this has to be ultimately humiliating. He- he just can't believe it! Pain who's career has just crashed since coming to SPW... and now this? He lost his own challenge match but at least Colt showing no hard feelings.
[As Colt stands there hand out-stretched waiting for a handshake from Pain, Johnny runs his hands through his hair as he sits up on his knee's looking at Montana is disbelief. Johnny stands up his head hanging down in disappointment, then he lifts his head up and smiles as he shrugs a shoulder and walks forward and extends his hand and shakes Montana's.]
[HUGE RESPECT POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Colt turns to head out of the ring but Johnny not letting go of Colt's hand pulls him back forcefully, his smile gone replaced by a sneer as he slams his forehead right into Montana's face!]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHAT THE HECK MAN!?!
[Johnny hooks his arm and drags Montana down to the mat, sliding his leg up over the arm and lockss his hands together around Montana's face, then forcefully he pulls back on the head and neck of Montana as he has him locked in the crossface! Pain's face looking strained from the effort he's pulling on Montana!!]
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: JOHNNY PAIN WITH THE CROSSFACE ON COLT MONTANA!!!
Sean: HE TOOK HIM DOWN AND THE CRIPPLER CROSSFACE APPLIED! PAIN HAS COLT!!!
[Colt is screaming through Pain's fingers and tapping like crazy!! The audience is roaring in shocked disbelief as Johnny rips at Montana's face!]
Jim: OH HE'S TRYING TO INJURE COLT MONTANA!!
Sean: JOHNNY PAIN HAS REACHED HIS BREAKING POINT! JOHNNY PAIN HAS SNAPPED!!
Jim: COME ON NOW! HERE COME THE REFEREES!
[Road Agents and Officials enter the ring to charge and try and pull Pain from Montana before serious damage can be done! Johnny Pain is straining to rip Colt in half as the fans in Boston are screaming out in riot! Referees pull Pain's arms from Montana's face, Colt collapsing as they drag Johnny away!]
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: JOHNNY PAIN HAS SNAPPED AND TRIED TO INJURE COLT MONTANA!!
Jim: GET THAT PSYCHO OUT OF HERE! PAIN ENRAGED!!!
[Pain fights and screams, shoving away as he forces himself out from the ring. Dropping to the ground, he yells at the Referees to get off him as he lurches away, heading for the back. The fans are booing on all sides as Johnny makes his way up the aisle, infuriated, glaring out as EMTs rush past him to make their way to help Colt Montana, who is laying in the ring, covering his head. Pain stands on the stage, furious as he looks back at the carnage he's created. With the fans still booing, Johnny makes his way through the black curtains.]
Sean: That so-called wrestler ought to be ashamed of himself, that's not the Johnny Pain we know.
Jim: Well like you said Sean, he's finally hit his breaking point, and I don't think this can be good for anyone.
Sean: Well hopefully Colt's okay. Pain is... I can't believe that guy. I'm just shocked.
Jim: I am, too. Let's go backstage to see what SSB is up to.
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Sean: There's the bell and Colt Montana circling with Johnny Pain, hands out and both moving around each other, lockup and push!! Pain leaning in, fighting to shove Colt back, Montana over and Armdrag takes Pain over!
[POP!!!]
Jim: Pain up and Montana with the flying headlock takeover! Pain sent flying! Montana up and racing the ropes, here comes Johnny and shoulder for the gut no Colt with the back roll reversal off over Pain, jumps and HURRICANRANA ON THE TECHNICIAN!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: BUT NO! Pain taken over but he keeps the legs! And rolling Colt to his back locks them under his arms and stands up to step over he's going for the Boston CRAB on Colt!!
[Montana instantly rolls over tossing Pain away from his legs! Johnny goes for the ropes as Colt kips up and catches Pain to toss him from the hip but Johnny cartwheels out of it and twisting the arm over, turns to grab the head and wrenches back for the side Russian leg sweep! Colt yells as he holds his skull and Pain instantly floats over into a cover.]
Sean: He got him!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: COLT kicked out at two!! Pain with the pickup and straight jacket hold from behind, Colt diving forward to take Johnny over and up into a cradle! Colt Montana with the pin!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: PAIN Kicked out! Whoa almost got him there! Johnny to his feet and Colt meets him with the forearm shot, Irish whip Pain sent at the ropes NOOO Pain with the reversal! Colt into the side Johnny catches him TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER NO COLT WITH A HEADSCISSORS OUTTA THE AIR!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: PAIN TAKEN OVER!! HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!
Sean: COLT into the air and DROPKICK!! PAIN SENT INTO THE SIDE!!
Jim: Colt with the wrist and hard Irish whip, big throw as Johnny Pain sent for the ride! Man this is not what he expected, he wanted to win and Colt Montana very well might surprise him here in Boston COLT WITH THE FLYING BURRITO!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: And COLT rolls up! Roaring to the fans in this capacity crowd! Boston comes alive!
[MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Colt Montana taking Pain up in the headlock and Johnny rips him right up for the Suplex INTO THE CHOKESLAM NO COLT WITH AN ARMDRAG COUNTER OUTTA IT!! UNBELIEVABLE!
[The fans scream as Colt grabs the wrist, and runs the buckles to leap up the second to the top and fly off for the takeover but Pain rips him through the air to drop Montana on the top rope!! Colt flies back in shock! Johnny ducks in under, hauling Montana up and with the luchadore trapped on his shoulders dives forward to slam Colt right into the ring!! Pain rolls up as Colt kicks in pain!]
[POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Johnny Pain getting the Bottoms Up on Colt Montana, and while not the cheering reception he'd wanted, Pain definitely getting some respect. That's why he came out here, sure he's had some bad luck in recent weeks, but he cannot afford to look bad in this match. Colt Montana with all the wind just, just knocked out of him this does not look good for the purveyor of Lucha Libre in SPW.
Jim: Pain showing off, taking his time, and that might not be a good idea. After all that's an SPW Superstar in there! This is not his first rodeo if ya know what I mean!
Sean: Johnny Pain over and BIG PUNCH Into Colt's midsection! Ooh that draws some boos.
Jim: Pain with the FIST to the side of the Head! And knee strike to the guts! Pain in control. Now pointing to the top saying he can fly too!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Pain in command of Colt's senses, and working him over, forces him into the corner and KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!
***SSSMMMMAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***
Jim: Ooh! Pain lit up his chest!
Sean: AND JOHNNY PAIN WITH THE CROSS CORNER IRISH WHIP!!
[Colt goes for the turn but gets out a leg and swings to send Johnny racing! Colt runs right after as Pain catches the top ropes and flips himself upside down to balance in vertical form! Colt hits the pads and turns around as Johnny lands on his feet and lets fly with the massive superkick!!]
****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!****
Sean: NAILED IT!! MONTANA IS OUT! PAIN WITH THE COVER!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: COLT WITH HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OH SO CLOSE! AND PAIN WITH THE LEG IN THIS TIME! HE WANTS IT AGAIN!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOO!! COLT KICKS OUT THIS TIME SHOULDER UP!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: And Johnny Pain about upset with himself, he sincerely thought that was three. And letting the official have it, Pain arguing a sense of desperation beginning to set in. Johnny over, drags up Colt by the mask and ripping him around, Johnny with the waist lock for the German-
Sean: COLT WITH THE STANDING SWITCH! KICKS UP OVER UPSIDE DOWN AND VICTORY ROLL ON JOHNNY PAIN!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! COLLLLLT! MOOONNNNTTAAAAAAAANNNNAAAA!!!!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OH DIOS MIO!! HE DID IT! HE DID IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE COLT MONTANA BEAT JOHNNY PAIN!
Sean: I love it, and a big thank you to the troops, to the men and women servicing in your forces here. One sunset flip and oh dios mio indeed, we have a new force on the scene as Colt Montana takes one step further towards a high profile match and why Pain, Pain just couldn't handle it. So close but Johnny loses yet again, and here comes Colt he's wanting a handshake. Good and professional.
Jim: Yeah well, Johnny Pain... again just embarassed and this has to be ultimately humiliating. He- he just can't believe it! Pain who's career has just crashed since coming to SPW... and now this? He lost his own challenge match but at least Colt showing no hard feelings.
[As Colt stands there hand out-stretched waiting for a handshake from Pain, Johnny runs his hands through his hair as he sits up on his knee's looking at Montana is disbelief. Johnny stands up his head hanging down in disappointment, then he lifts his head up and smiles as he shrugs a shoulder and walks forward and extends his hand and shakes Montana's.]
[HUGE RESPECT POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Colt turns to head out of the ring but Johnny not letting go of Colt's hand pulls him back forcefully, his smile gone replaced by a sneer as he slams his forehead right into Montana's face!]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHAT THE HECK MAN!?!
[Johnny hooks his arm and drags Montana down to the mat, sliding his leg up over the arm and lockss his hands together around Montana's face, then forcefully he pulls back on the head and neck of Montana as he has him locked in the crossface! Pain's face looking strained from the effort he's pulling on Montana!!]
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: JOHNNY PAIN WITH THE CROSSFACE ON COLT MONTANA!!!
Sean: HE TOOK HIM DOWN AND THE CRIPPLER CROSSFACE APPLIED! PAIN HAS COLT!!!
[Colt is screaming through Pain's fingers and tapping like crazy!! The audience is roaring in shocked disbelief as Johnny rips at Montana's face!]
Jim: OH HE'S TRYING TO INJURE COLT MONTANA!!
Sean: JOHNNY PAIN HAS REACHED HIS BREAKING POINT! JOHNNY PAIN HAS SNAPPED!!
Jim: COME ON NOW! HERE COME THE REFEREES!
[Road Agents and Officials enter the ring to charge and try and pull Pain from Montana before serious damage can be done! Johnny Pain is straining to rip Colt in half as the fans in Boston are screaming out in riot! Referees pull Pain's arms from Montana's face, Colt collapsing as they drag Johnny away!]
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: JOHNNY PAIN HAS SNAPPED AND TRIED TO INJURE COLT MONTANA!!
Jim: GET THAT PSYCHO OUT OF HERE! PAIN ENRAGED!!!
[Pain fights and screams, shoving away as he forces himself out from the ring. Dropping to the ground, he yells at the Referees to get off him as he lurches away, heading for the back. The fans are booing on all sides as Johnny makes his way up the aisle, infuriated, glaring out as EMTs rush past him to make their way to help Colt Montana, who is laying in the ring, covering his head. Pain stands on the stage, furious as he looks back at the carnage he's created. With the fans still booing, Johnny makes his way through the black curtains.]
Sean: That so-called wrestler ought to be ashamed of himself, that's not the Johnny Pain we know.
Jim: Well like you said Sean, he's finally hit his breaking point, and I don't think this can be good for anyone.
Sean: Well hopefully Colt's okay. Pain is... I can't believe that guy. I'm just shocked.
Jim: I am, too. Let's go backstage to see what SSB is up to.
["Sensuous" Samantha Bevins sits in her high class office on a plush black sofa. It sure is good to be the General Manager of SPW. Samantha wears a pink minidress that is low-cut in both the front and back. The dress shows off her long legs. Samantha's long, blond hair flows over both of her shoulders. She's engrossed in a telephone call, but with who? We have no idea. The camera creeps up on Samantha.]
SSB: I'm so glad you're still in the area. I wasn't sure if you'd be here after all these years. It is always good to catch up with old... [a pause, she grins mischievously] friends.
[The camera picks up on what her "friend" is saying as well. Samantha hasn't kicked anyone out yet, so she apparently wants us to hear what's going on.]
Voice: Well, you know what they say about friends...you can never have too many. Personally I don't subscribe to that mantra, but whatever. It's been awhile, and based on how well I know you, I can only assume there's something you want...
SSB: You make me sound like such a terrible person. [she scoffs] Of course there's something I want. I'm "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins, isn't that what I'm always out for? Looking out for myself, dear? It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it. And well, that someone, tonight... is going to be you.
Voice: I don't view looking out for number one to be a bad thing. [laughs] As a matter of fact, it's one of the reasons we're friends. The thing is and I assume you know this, I've been out of the business for a little while now. Still, I've been seeing what's going on with SPW and I can't blame 'ya for calling me. But...you know the saying, you get what you pay for.
SSB: You'll be paid. And nicely. I am one of the most prominent around, or have you forgotten? [pause] Wait, don't answer that, I know you haven't. So do you think you can come in and do this little job for me?
Voice: Yeah, I'm in. Lucky for you Conquest is right in my backyard tonight. I'll be over to the Garden soon. Make sure security knows I'm expected, I won't take well to being hassled by the Keystone cops. I'll see 'ya in a bit, and we can figure out how to deal with your little problem...
SSB: Works for me.
[Samantha turns off her cell phone. She looks into the camera.]
SSB: Alert security. He'll be here in 15 minutes. I want to speak to him privately then I want him escorted to the sky box. I want no one to see him. Do you idiots understand me?
[The camera man nods. Samantha flips her hair.]
SSB: Good. Now get to work.
[Fade to ringside.]
 WHISPER |  "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA |
Stone: This match is scheduled for one fall!
["Learn to Crawl" by Black Lab begins to fill the airwaves.]
Stone: Coming down the aisle from Parts Unknown! Weighing in at 220 pounds! Here is...
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISPER!!!!!!!
"You can laugh
you can feel fine
You can dance with a little twist
Tell your pretty red haired babe to forget that I exist
Can you see yourself in my bed at night?
Would you leave me at the side of the road?
Would you walk right up to me?
Would you talk to me?"
[With a sweep of his arm, Whisper swiped the curtains away from in front of him! The crowd cheering as the masked superstar stepped out to the top of the rampway, taking a knee and smacking his fists straight down into the platform next to him. Crossing his arms across his chest and throwing them out to his sides. Fireworks exploding around him and raining down with a shower of red and white sparks.]
"I'm already asking
Down on my knees
I'm already begging
Begging you please"
[Standing up, Whisper walks down the aisle, his hands extending out to the fans. Touching hands as he walks by to the ring, climbing up onto the apron, Whisper runs down the apron and runs up the buckles perching with one foot on the top and looking out over the crowd. Placing his fist over his chest, he raises his fist in the air showing his love to the crowd.]
"Can you teach me how to fly? (c'mon)
See I'm scared to die (c'mon)
We've only just begun to learn to crawl
Can you teach me how to fight? (c'mon)
Will you keep me up all night? (c'mon)
Will you be there on the ground if I should fall?
Fall for you"
[Whisper grips the top turnbuckle, one hand standing on it for a moment as he enters into the ring. Bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, he turns around and offers a slight bow of his head to the official and again to the opposition.]
Stone: And his opponent!
["Hellrider" by Judas Priest begins to play as the lights go dim in the arena. Slowly, strobes begin to flash on and off, in sequence as the audience roars and cheers out, and the slow guitar intro begins to buzz. Lights flash and blare as the curtain leading from backstage quickly part as the man known as "Heartless" Jakob Volga makes his way out from the back! Wearing his black boxing style robe with HEARTLESS written in white along the back. He stops for a moment at the top of the ramp to raise his taped right fist high into the air!!]
[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Stone: NOW ENTERING THE RING, REPRESENTING THE CLEVELAND VIOLENCE COUPLE, HE HAILS FROM CLEVELAND, OH AND WEIGHS IN AT 273 POUNDS...HE IS....
"HEAARRRRTLESSS" JAAAKOB! VOOOLLLLLGGGGAAAA!!!!!!
"Here they come
These gods of steel
Megatron
Devouring what's concealed"
[Jakob walks down the aisle, crossing to slap hands, outstretched arms tagging with the cheering fans! Volga makes his way to ringside, wiping his beard and heads up the steps to the apron and wipes his feet before entering between the ropes. He raises his hands in the air and goes to the center of the ring.]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Speed of death
Crossfired they stare
Final breath
From vaporizing glares"
[Jakob takes a moment to drink in the cheers of the fans, tossing his hood back and his head up yelling out once again. Jakob takes off his robe, and tosses the robe to Amber at ringside. Moving over to the Shootfire logo, HJV is all smiles as he drops down to one knee, overjoyed to be back in Shootfire Pro Wrestling.]
Sean: HJV stepping foot into the ring, to take on the undefeated Whisper. Whisper who just signed a contract extension with Shootfire Pro and we still have no idea who he really is under this mask. Your Referee is Glen Kyros, and the fans really taking a huge liking to The Heartless One!
"JAKOB!!!" "JAKOB!!!" "JAKOB!!!" "JAKOB!!!"
Jim: HJV to the second rope, and pointing out the axehandle to the crowd. To think it's been ages since we've seen him in the ring and wow, just wow the fans here eating it up! Jakob Volga walking back down towards the center as it's clear Whisper is in for the fight of his young life.
[Volga smiles and tossing the axehandle aside, points to the fans and Whisper nods. HJV tells him they're representing the crowd and the bell rings three times. Whisper holds out a hand to shake and Volga takes it, before thumbing his nose and both go right into the circle as the Referee leans in.]
Sean: There's the bell and this starts now. Whisper in for the lock and JAKOB with the FIST to the RIBS!!
Jim: Oh! Whisper smashed! Volga with the headlock muscling it in, HJV with the standing capture and control, and these Heartless fans in the audience full behind him despite the ever-growing popularity of Whisper in SPW.
Sean: Whisper with the back elbow to the face! Volga knocked and Whisper for the run, HJV with the charge for the shoulderblock and Whisper slides down past! The masked man up and HJV to the swing with the clothesline and Whisper ducks it! Spinning heel kick NO VOLGA blocks with both forearms hard!
Jim: Volga nailed the leg and Whisper up, HJV HAYMAKERS HIM DOWN!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Volga with the headlock to pull him up snaps the suplex over crisp and lands it! HJV with the float over and forearm in the face, he has the pin and
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: No a kickout at one and Whisper kicks out but the message sent by Volga.
Sean: Man it is great to see HJV in the wrestling ring working for SPW and both men to their feet, Referee says wrestle!
[Both lock right up and Whisper slams the high knee! Whisper muscles in the headlock and Volga picks him to the air for the back suplex but Whisper kicks off to flip back and land on his feet! Whisper dropkicks the knee out as the fans roar! Volga goes down to a leg as Whisper charges the ropes, coming back to fly out and land the kick upside the back of the head!!]
***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NAILED HIM GOOD! WHISPER Reversing this thing!
Sean: Surprising me but maybe I shouldn't be and Whisper with the flying shining wizard and now to the air, huge LEGDROP down across the chest! Rolling over and front forward facelock, inside goes the leg and INSIDE CRADLE TAKEOVER THE MASKED WHISPER WITH THE PIN!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: NOOO!! JAKOB VOLGA KICKS OUT!!
Sean: Volga quick to get up Whisper with the snapmare! And takeover Whisper for the lateral press, Volga kicks out before one! To his feet Whisper with the back leg heel trip, the sweep kick to take Volga down and lateral press again! Volga kicks out and rolling up Whisper puts a SHOULDER into his guts, and standing up to catch the head nails the Jawbreaker! OH Volga battered back, Whisper rising to slam the forearm uppercut!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: VOLGA knocked back, SWINGS THE RIGHT CROSS!!
Sean: WHISPER DUCKS AND CATCHES! BACKSLIDE ON HJV!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: VOLGA rolling out! He gets up and Whisper with the flying armdrag takeover! Oh Volga sent tumbling, up into the ropes, Whisper meets him with the running forearm! And irish whip NOOOO! Volga with the reversal Whisper sent to the ropes,
[Whisper leaps into a handstand, legs hitting the top rope to send him flying back! Whisper lets fly with the back elbow and Volga just walks away as Whisper completely misses, landing flat on his back!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: OHH! Whisper missed! Uncharacteristic and as he rises JAKOB SOCKS HIM WITH THE LEFT HOOK!
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: WHISPER SPUN AROUND!
Sean: VOLGA WITH THE WAISTLOCK! AND RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ON HIS SHOULDERS!! Whisper rolling over, trying to get up, really feeling the hurt and VOLGA with the head just RUNS HIM AT THE BUCKLES! Slams his face off the top turnbuckle and now Whisper trapped in the corner, as Volga lunges in with rights and lefts to the stomach, the guts, the midsection, the head and jams the back elbow right into the face! Oh Whisper just beaten badly and Volga grips his face- HUGE HEADBUTT!
Jim: And that's what you do, you ground and pound the high flyer and overwhelm him with strikes! No amount of training and flying can prepare you for that!
Sean: Oh Volga just beating him over and over and grabs the head, tossing the man clear over! Volga drops and winds in the rear naked choke as he goes to put Whisper down but the masked man quick to roll right out of the ring and get outta dodge!!
[FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: The Heartless One did not like that, but can anyone really blame Whisper? Imagine to lose his first match, via submission! HJV pummeled him hard!
[Whisper heads around the ring, as his fans shout encouragement. Inside, Volga watches and turning to the fans, spreads his arms and screams out loud!]
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND ONCE AGAIN VOLGA TO THIS CAPACITY CROWD!!!!
Jim: THEY REALLY LOVE HIM HERE IN BOSTON!
Sean: Volga eating in the crowd, and Whisper heading around the side, rolling to get in as Volga heading around the ring right for him, Whisper sliding up and valiant as he tries to throw the forearm, Volga caught it! HEADBUTT TO WHISPER!
[Whisper goes staggering as Volga pulls him by his mask and goes to lift him for the Brainbuster!! Whisper kicks like crazy to get free and floats over to land back behind but Volga spins and nails the lariat to the face!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NAILED HIM!! VOLGA RIGHT ON TOP OF WHISPER!!
Sean: UNLOADING WITH A SERIES OF CROSSFACE PUNCHES!!
[Volga rolls up taking back Whisper and sends him right back into the corner! HJV charges and eats a kick to the face! Whisper runs and steps to the second to dive off and catch the head, nailing a Diamond Dust!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VOLGA LAID OUT! And Whisper getting up, oh he is hurt, he is moving slowly, heading for the corner, to the top rope! Whisper to his feet and JUMPS INTO THE AIR WITH THE FLYING FLIP RIGHT INTO THE LEGDROP CONNECTS!!!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: AIR WHISPER AND THIS IS OVER!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOO!!! HJV KICKED OUT!!
Sean: HOW DID HE DO IT!? Volga kicked out!? Whisper does not believe it! The Referee saying two, two only! Whisper back to pull up Volga and fires in a series of knees to the chest! Headlock and going for the Front Flip Neckbreaker NO!! Volga pulled out with the armwringer and spins to irish whip Whisper right at the ropes!
[Whisper leaps to stand on the second rope to fly back but Volga kicks the middle rope and Whisper crashes to land on his head!! The fans roar as the masked man crumbles, HJV on him to slam the fist to the right temple! Volga pulls Whisper up and launches him right into the corner!]
Sean: COUNTERED The springboard and that may have been Whisper's fatal mistake!!
Jim: Here comes Volga and this can only be the end for the undefeated streak of the masked fan favorite!
Sean: Volga charging nails the LARIAT! And Whisper rocked, Volga with the Snapmare Takedown! Oh Whisper sitting up, Volga with a SOCCER KICK to the back of the head!! Whisper knocked over, trying to get up- VOLGA AND RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND HEARTLESS JAKOB TO THE AIR! DOUBLE KNEEDROP INTO THE STOMACH!!
Jim: COVER AND PIN AND...
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHISPER KICKED OUT!! OH THE MASKED MAN, STILL ALIVE!
[Volga takes him right up and hauling back, lets fly with the haymaker! Whisper flies backwards into the handstand to dodge but as he kips up Volga hits a spinning backfirst right across the face!! Whisper goes sailing and HJV goes for the legs! He pulls up and falls backwards to send Whisper flying at the ropes with a catapult!!]
Sean: WHISPER HIT THE TOP ROPE!
Jim: CAUGHT HIS THROAT! AND VOLGA CHARGING THE ROPES!! COMES OFF THE SIDE AND LETS THE HEART PUNCH FLY!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HJV WITH THE PIN ON WHISPER!!!!!!!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: WHISPER HAS A FOOT UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! WHISPER SURVIVING!?!
Sean: BLAKE COVINGTON!?!
[Blake runs the ring and slides right in as HJV rolls back, in shock, and Blake instantly picks up Whisper! The fans scream out as Covington throws Whisper off his shoulders to catch the head in the F-5!!]
***WWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!****
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: JDM SUPERSTAR STANDING ON THE STAGE!! AND COVINGTON JUST DESTROYING WHISPER!!!
*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!*
Sean: WHY!?! WHY IS THE POWER STRUCTURE OUT HERE TO MESS WITH VOLGA'S MATCH!?!
Jim: Kageboushi and Jean Pierre Celine climbing up into the ring, as Blake tossing Whisper to JPC WHO HITS A LOWBLOW!!!
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sean: JPC JUST HIT THE PSEUDO SPACE FLYING TIGER DROP HE CALLS IT THAT BUT IT'S A LOWBLOW!!
Jim: And KAGEBOUSHI KICKS DOWN WHISPER!! BAREFOOT TO THE FACE!
Sean: And JDM on the ramp, laughing it up! Blake Covington pressing Whisper over his head! And now PRESSING HIM OVER HIS HEAD!!
[The fans in Boston are booing as "Heartless" Jakob Volga leans back, staring up in fury as Blake easily presses the masked man, and turning as JPC points- Covington twists and goes to throw the man down, sending him flying with the press to send Whisper crashing all the way down to the blue mats on the floor! The fans scream out in booing as Volga just looks out in shock! JDM smiles, and spreads his arms as all three Superstars instantly leave the ring and make their way for the back. Jakob Volga rises to his feet, staring out. JDM grins and salutes as The Power Structure make their way through the black curtains.]
Jim: And, well and JDM Superstar showing Jakob Volga just how dangerous The Power Structure really are. They want HJV to become their leader, they know Volga could take them to the very top. And this, this menagerie of freaks and psychos could very well be deathly if guided by violence, or The Heartless One. Will Jakob Volga see how powerful they are and agree to lead them?
Sean: Oh I can't imagine it Jim, HJV has a soul. He doesn't need The Power Structure to win the Championship- and this, this deal he struck with JDM Superstar, what of that?
Jim: That? ...I don't know what exactly what brought the Executive Vice President to get Jakob Volga his job back here in Shootfire Professional Wrestling but what we do know, is that after losing a career ending match to Sammy Knight for some odd, unexplained to this day reason Jakob Volga IS on the Shootfire Roster and that seems to mean that some sort of deal, or arrangement was worked out. Question is maybe perhaps- is HJV already IN the Power Structure? And just working these fans?
Sean: Wow I never thought of that. Well either way they didn't touch him, and Whisper being checked out by Head Nurse Jessica Marsh of the EMTs, they have ordered for a stretcher and gurney to be brought down wrestling fans we will have a medical update on you off Shootfireworld.com as soon as we can, as to the condition of the health of the masked Whisper. Get well soon Whisper, we feel for ya man. Alright well, moving on.
Jim: And I'd like to Head Nurse on Jessica look at those funbags! JDM got his little sister some implants for her birthday whoo hoo!
Sean: Really? I don't even think she's old enough to drink. SPW Conquest moving on fans we'll be right back with "Bad Luck" The Team that stole those tag team championship belts, Chance Fortuna and Rich Patterson next!! You're watching Conquest on the Myriad Network!
[Rich Patterson sat backstage, looking a tad annoyed - by his standards…]
Patterson: Once again, it seems that intelligence is something that needs to be rooted out before walking through the doors in SPW, in case it infects the locker room and causes them to question the sacred cows that get all the breaks.
Or does somebody out there have a simple, logical explanation why the powers that don’t have decided to reward Barry Baldwin and Eddie Christian with a showpiece match on their flagship programme, whilst I get shifted down to their B-show? Because, from where I’m sat, they think some old bastard that can’t win a match when writing their own rules, or some meathead that can’t keep hold of SPW’s property – you know, that tag belt he hasn’t held in his hands for a couple of weeks – are more important than somebody who looks them in the eye, and doesn’t follow the herd mentality and play along with how they’re supposed to win easily.
And don’t get me started on O’Conner and Grissom looking to become top contender to Baldwin’s title, when neither has any right to say they can hold it – because Baldwin hasn’t put me in my place like he swore he would…
Fortuna: Big man please!
[The camera pulls back slightly, revealing Chance Fortuna has been stood there the entire time, waiting for Patterson to draw breath. Slapping Patterson on the back before draping his arm across his shoulder, leaning his weight against Patterson for support while grinning the whole time, the SPW Tag Title hanging off his other shoulder.]
Fortuna: Who really cares about any of them. Baldwin, O' Conner, Grissom...they're all overrated and have been regulated to the Fusion title. Trust me, that's something you don't want. The tag team titles are what's all the rage in this business and do you know why? Of course you do, because we hold these [slaps the title over his shoulder] right here. This has become a new standard, and we're the standard bearers. Now Beauty and the ManBeast *coughs* Monet. Not Team Ego....we are! Ascension is the real deal, it's not cluttered with the same dribble that's become out dated and irrelevant on Conquest. It's the real new frontier, and you...my New Mexican friend, have become a trailblazer. Team EGO will become an example of what we're capable of doing.
Patterson: You mean the steroids haven’t given them a collective heart attack yet?
Fortuna: [snickers] Far from it, it's the walking STDs that Jasmine spits out from her VaJayJay that will kill them before the 'roids.
Patterson: Damn it, I was hoping I’d get paid without having to perform for those privileged, trust fund pricks that’ll make up the front six rows.
Fortuna: I think you should focus more on Team EGO...they... Patterson: Look, you think I’m NOT focused on ruining the lives of those pretty boy ingrates by breaking their faces as I break their wills? Fortuna: That's what I like to hear, so much piss and vinegar running through those veins!
Patterson: They think they’re God’s gift, so I’m going to prove that there is no God – because Cage and Diamond will find out that arrogance is something that’s guaranteed to make someone who walks through life hand and hand with their own, personal Devil just that little more determined to ruin their days. Do we have an understanding here?
Fortuna: [grins] Loud and clear, homie!
[Patterson smirks]
Patterson: That’s what I wanted to hear.
[Fade out.]
["Sensuous" Samantha Bevins walks around cautiously backstage near the boiler room area. She looks around the dark atmosphere in hopes to find two in-particular men. Samantha steps over a pipe that almost causes her to fall. She curses as she falls against the wall, her arm luckily catching her.]
SSB: Damn it!
[And now, she has a dark soot all over her designer pink dress from rubbing up against the wall. Samantha sighs as she dusts off her suit and smooths her skirt.]
SSB: How do they live like this?
[A voice hisses from the darkness.]
Voice: Tell me about it...
SSB: Uhm... uh... hi. I love what you have going on back here. Very cozy. I'm not too sure who you are but I am looking for Mr. Viper. Or Mr. Allen. Either one will suffice. Either one would be just fine... I just need to...
[Lurching out of the darkness is the sickly white visage of your original king of snakes. Unkempt black hair sticks to his sweaty forehead... he doesn’t look well. The Cheap Heat Machine has gotten his drink on... he’s not in a good place.]
Vile “Vince” Viper <ghoulish smile>: ...you don’t have to explain... <wide eyed> I’m chasing the dragon myself.
[Stepping further out of the shadows, Viper’s snakeskin sleeve has been rolled up. A rubber band wrapped around his forearm... maybe he’s trying to look pumped like the Ultimate Warrior. Black, collapsed veins run the length of his pale albino skin... actually making the mass of scar tissue look healthy. The board of directors REALLY isn’t going to like the televised drug abuse, so Sensuous Sam pretends she didn’t see the needle being thrown behind the boiler. This isn’t a good place for her to be seen, yes, this was a bad idea. As Bevins starts to backtrack, Vile slithers after her...]
Vile “Vince” Viper <running claw through his hair>: ...But why have you entered THIS particular dragon’s lair?
SSB: ...At this moment... I’m not entirely sure.
Vile “Vince” Viper <pearly yellow fangs>: ...Interested in a little OLD TIME religion? <eyes lighting up> ...MAYBE... <lecherous chuckle> SNAKE HANDLING?
[A certain pelvic thrust joins Triple V’s lurching manner, a convulsed movement that sends “Sensuous” Sam Bevins spinning around in terror...]
#SHRIEK#
[...Right into the large from of the “Jester” Chad Allen. Some people make it through their whole life without being afraid of clowns. Ms. Bevins is no longer part of those lucky few.]
JCA: And now what would YOU like, Samantha? I don't see a whole hell of a lot of reasons why you would make your way down to the pits of hell that my Family and I like to inhabit, so unless you are either telling me that Iris is behind you and will be returning to the Family where she belongs, I don't think I will care what you are coming here for, since it will be for your own self servings, and have NOTHING to do with helping the Family.
SSB: I think I might have something better than Iris, Chad. How about a no disqualification match against El Re Futuro on Ascension? I hand picked you, you know.
JCA: I saw that I was signed for that on Ascension. I would thank you for asking me to do your dirty work there as well. Normally this is where I would tell you to drop dead, and then make sure you DID IT...
[Jester stops to ponder things for a moment...]
JCA: But because I need to get some aggressions out, disemboweling the little midget might do me some good. So you get your wish, Samantha, I will maim the masked Futuro, but do not THINK it is all for your sake. You have my permission to get the hell out of my lair.
[Jester just stares at Samantha for a moment, whom you would THINK was leaving after getting what she wanted...BUT...]
JCA: Apparently you have come to ask MORE favors of the Family?
SSB: [putting her hand on her hip] I am requesting the presence of your Children in a handicap match against Marissa Monet in the near future.
JCA: I must admit, you DO make me laugh, Samantha. One almost thinks YOU should be in this goddamn clown paint and not myself for all the jokes you are bringing me today.
[Moving in a little closer, giving Samantha more of an "up close and personal" look at his painted face]
JCA: Is that what you are REALLY here for Samantha? Do you want to take the place of my Iris? Maybe you want to become to the new Goddess of Hardcore? Be my face painted sweetheart? Is that why you aren't with AJ right now? Or Marcus Davis? Do you have eyes for the Wicked Clown?
[Jester moves closer to Samantha, just about pinning her against the nearest wall. You can almost smell the putrid breath spilling out of Jester's mouth, as it crawls down the skin of , who lets out a muffled attempt at a scream, which she holds back as not to set the Jester off...]
JCA: I guess that ISN'T it, is it Sam? Nope...you have come all the way down here, to use my Children as your little ATTACK DOGS?
[Jester's hand runs along Samantha's arm, working up to her neck, where he simply lays his hand. SSB gasps, knowing that one grip from the Jester could mean the end...Jester whispers into her ear.]
JCA: The Children are NO ONES attack dogs, except for MINE. If you want them to take out Marissa for you...
[Popping back into frame, Vile wipes some white powder from his nose, then licks the substance off his claw with that infamous forked tongue.]
Vile “Vince” Viper <not quite there>: ...Wait... we’re talking about Marissa the bitch?
SSB & JCA in unison: ...Is there another Marissa?
Vile “Vince” Viper <scowl>: No love loss with THAT Marissa... you want the Children? There all yours...
SSB <glowing>: Thanks.
JCA: Hang on...
SSB <walking off QUICKLY>: It’s appreciated...
JCA: Wait just a minute...
[The door slams behind Bevins, leaving a frustrated Jester breathing hard through flared nostrils. Behind him Triple V forces down a fistful of pills. The old man seems more destructive than usual. Sitting in the shadows, playing cards, the Children of Hardcore wish they could excuse themselves before the storm. The boiler room fills with murderous intentions...]
JCA: ...What was that?
[What was what? Confused, the old man offers Jester a fistful of his pills. All the colours of the rainbow.]
JCA: Not that... the children. Vile “Vince” Viper: What? What’s wrong with the children? I think they have a very good chance against Marissa... I’m proud of them. <smiling over at the kids> You can do it.
JCA: I told her no.
Vile “Vince” Viper: Oh... right. See... I didn’t mean any disrespect, I just _REALLY_ hate Marissa. ...Also I can’t feel my face. ...But this isn’t about ME... or the Children’s certain doom... no, what’s really bothering you son?
JCA: ...
Vile “Vince” Viper: Come on... we’re family.
JCA: Family ...So why didn’t you think to TELL me you were retiring? heh... when YOU needed MY help, I didn’t think twice, I pissed off a lot of people, TOOK ON AN ARMY to welcome you into your family. Now a few short weeks later, with EVERYONE clamouring for our blood... you decide to retire AND let EVERYONE ELSE know before ME?
Vile “Vince” Viper: ...You know... for a clown, you don’t laugh that much. Jester: DAMN IT VILE! Vile “Vince” Viper: What do you want me to say? You’ve been kind of distracted lately. Your mind has been on other things! ...Maybe I had an announcement on the end of Ascension, but instead of being about ME... it turned into a FAMILY attack. I’m trying to bring an end to the LONGEST CAREER in our sport... and you ALMOST stole my DAMNED thunder!!!
[...Jester is shaking, but hasn’t killed the junky yet... must be in Chad Allen mode. Nice.]
Vile “Vince” Viper: ...It’s not all about you...
[...Even DEATHKNELL is trying to disappear further into the shadows...]
Vile “Vince” Viper: It’s isn’t all about HER.
[“Jester” Chad Allen puts his fist through a wall...]
JCA: ...................I’ll be sorry to see you go, Vile.
[Debris falls to the floor, as Jester retracts his now bloody fist. 32theV isn’t going to remember this conversation, or how close he came to death. Lowering his hand to his side, Jester stomps off...]
Vile “Vince” Viper <glazed eyes>: ...I almost believe him. <turning back to the shadows> Well boys... it appears we have a match to whip you into shape for... before I leave, I want to see this lousy federation quivering in fear of you crazy kids... but before we START... I just have ONE question.
DEATHKNELL: ...WHAT’S THAT? Vile “Vince” Viper <pointing thumb>: ...Who the FUCK let him in?
[FLASH PAN to the boiler room door, where former THREE TIME SPW WORLD CHAMPION Andrew Davis has decided to let himself in. Davis is in the middle of running his index finger along a wall to inspect how GRIMY this set is. Kind of disgusting. Realizing all eyes are on him, Davis strikes a rather imposing figure, before nodding at his new admirers.]
Andrew Davis: I've got to talk to your interior decorator. The filth is palpable. It's impressive work. Almost as impressive as you doing everything in your power to ruin the Age of Andrew Davis. It isn't something that I or my countless fans appreciate. If tonight you could at least pretend to carry your weight in our tag team affair, that would... fair isn't the word. I'll go with acceptable.
Vile “Vince” Viper <pause... forced smile>: But Andy... we’re already on the same page.
Andrew Davis: Is that so? You have a... unique way of demonstrating that.
Vile “Vince” Viper <chuckle>: SURE. I’m not involved in the title hunt... so I have NOTHING to gain. We’re hyping a match between you and THEM. Oh, I’d like to pin Wicked Voodoo before I retire... I’d rather not make Marcus Davis look good... but this is your ball, buddy. It’s in YOUR best interest to get those two fucks fighting amongst themselves... you COULD cheap shot me... but then I’m getting pinned by one of them... kind of improves their IMAGE going into the title fight. HOW WILL WE EVER WORK TOGETHER?! <chuckle> In this instance... I’m the BEST friend you’ll ever get...
Andrew Davis: Best friend? Improve their image? You're so caring, Vince. I guess it's true - when you're on death's door, you do try to right the wrongs of your life. Now, if I had the Shootfire World title over my shoulder right now, I would forgive you with the drop of a hat, but at the moment I'm hopping through hoops to retrieve what is rightfully mine. When I look at you, I don't see a dead weight teammate, I see a dead weight teammate waiting to stab me in the back at a moment's notice.
Vile “Vince” Viper <smirk>: ...But your first suggestion was good too... let’s clear the air. I’m sorry I called you, Marcus. That was a low blow.
Andrew Davis: I'm sorry that my record-shattering career in Shootfire has induced impotence and incontinence.
Vile “Vince” Viper: I’m sorry I had sex with your wife.
Andrew Davis: I’m sorry that I told you that tranny was my wife.
Vile “Vince” Viper <cringe>: ...Nah... this is just making me resent you more. Better to go with my first suggestion, of peas in a pod...
Andrew Davis: No no no, if we're making this a therapy session, let me add this: when your inbred children attacked me last Conquest for no fuck reason, it made me feel very bad about myself and my spine.
Vile “Vince” Viper <double take>: ...Wait... really? Hustle and Swagger?
Andrew Davis: No... <pointing> those idiots. Real Xtreme.
[The Children look down at the ground... why didn’t they escape earlier?]
Vile “Vince” Viper <triple take>: What... REALLY? Did you put your hands on Andy? What were you thinking?! <back> I’m so sorry, Andrew... apologize to mister Davis... The Children of Hardcore in unison: ...sorry...
[The hang their heads in shame... then Viper glares...]
The Children of Hardcore in unison: ...sorry sir.
Vile “Vince” Viper: ...Now... I’m sure it was just a simple misunderstanding. No need to beat yourselves up over it. <quadruple take> On second thought... maybe you should beat yourselves up. ...what am I mute? NOW!
Andrew Davis: There better be at least one concussion to come out of this.
Vile “Vince” Viper <shaking head>: I wish it wasn’t... but no, I enjoy it.
[The children flash Viper some puppy dog eyes... but greeted with nothing but contempt, quickly turn to punching one another. Headbutt. Knee to the crotch. Forearm. That drew blood. The tag partners start to roll around on the floor, rough housing.]
Vile “Vince” Viper: Care to place a friendly wager, pal?
Andrew Davis: I'll take the ugly one.
Vile “Vince” Viper: Hey Andrew... now that we’re on good terms.
Andrew Davis: I'm busy that weekend. Okay, shoot.
Vile “Vince” Viper: I... I’ve always wanted your autograph.
Andrew Davis <nods>: I know.
[Reaching into his coat pocket, Davis pulls out a glossy 8x10 and a golden Sharpie... signing it.] Andrew Davis: I should make this out----
Vile “Vince” Viper: It’s for my grandson... ugh... Vile.
[Davis might not be as flattered if he’d seen the number of hallucinogens Vile swallowed earlier in this segment. Snatching the coveted glossy, VVV is almost ecstatic, practically jumping as he holds up the picture: “To my #1 fan.” Andrew noticed.]
Andrew Davis: That’ll be a flat forty.
Vile “Vince” Viper: I only charge ten for mine...
Andrew Davis: I'm AD3.
Vile “Vince” Viper: No, you’re soon to be wrestling a handicap match, THAT’S who you are. Forty dollars? What about professional courteously?
Andrew Davis: Courtesy? After you fuck my title reign, send those idiots after me, and make me come down here to this hellhole to share the same air as you? The forty dollars will barely cover the tetanus shot required by Shootfire after touching Marissa Monet or you.
Vile “Vince” Viper: That’s IT!
[The soon to be WINNERS of the main event ball their fists, about to slug it out...]
#SLAM#
[Triple V and Davis spin around to find a less than pleased “Jester” Chad Allen looming through the doorframe.]
Andrew Davis <pointing>: That idiot helped you cost me the title... get him to beat himself up too.
[“Jester” Chad Allen watches the children trying to choke the life out of one another. Is that a smile or make-up. ...It’s make-up.]
Vile “Vince” Viper <hard swallow>: ...Yeah... that’s not going to work.
[This is a tricky situation. Jester’s kind of protective of his “family,” ...and Vile is holding an autographed picture of Andrew Davis. Yeah.... to AVOID getting murdered, it’ll take some pretty fancy footwork. Fortunately we cut back to the broadcast position before I can think of something...]
Sean: Oh my! What a main event we have coming up later tonight. Andrew Davis and VVV? That is an interesting combo.
Jim: And "Sensuous" Samantha recruiting COH for a match against Monet sometime in the near future? I don't know about you, Sean, but I think we've entered the twilight zone.
Sean: Well we did and we're staying in it because coming up next is Iris taking on Angst! Let's go to the ring!
 IRIS GALIVER |  ANGST |
Stone: This match is scheduled for one fall!
v/o: I am the thing that goes bump in the night.
I am the beast at the foot of the bed.
I am the chill at the base of your spine.
And the voices inside of your head.
"Living Dead Girl"
[With techno metal guitar riffs and heavy drums Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" erupts throughout the arena announcing the imminent arrival of the devil's daughter, Angst. The music continues to pound, Zombie's vocals joining in the fray.]
"With one flat foot
On the devil's wing"
[As the chorus kicks off Angst slithers through the curtain into the aisle. The devil's daughter is dressed in something a little different, in black leather shorts and with a red leather corset, with a chain collar around her neck. Her goat's head tattoo is completely exposed across her stomach and she still wears her signature white sweatbands and pink doc martens, twig cross hanging from a string around her neck as her brown hair is done exactly like Iris Galiver's...]
"Die for me
Living Dead Girl"
[Reaching the ring, Angst smiles, briefly, before piefacing the camera asidewith black fingernails. She licks her lips and climbs inside the ring. Ericascowls as Angst moves towards the corner... Angst crouches down low and just stares ahead with a pale faced, demented look.]
Stone: FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS, SHE IS...
AAAAAAAAAAAANGST!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: And here comes her opponent. The former Pretty, Pretty Princess! Iris Galiver!
Sean: I am eager to see what we have here, Jim!
[The lights in the TD Garden darken. A lone red spotlight stands still on the mouth of the entrance. An unfamiliar song begins to crank over the arena. Flyleaf's "Fully Alive - Iris Galiver Version" blares.]
"Telling Iris' story spoken
'Bout how all her bones are broken
Hammers fall on all the pieces
Two months in the cover creases"
[MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[The crowd is unsure how to react to the presence of the "normal" Iris Galiver who steps from backstage. Iris is sans Rosie and seems almost scared to be there. Iris looks meek, almost innocent, as she stands in the lone red spotlight. Iris wears typical wrestling gear that is much different from her usual bloody baby doll dresses. Iris is instead donning a pair of black capris with black kneepads, a white short sleeved top and white tennis shoes. Her bright red hair frames her face, her pale skin shining in the faint red light.]
Stone: FROM ANCHORAGE, ALASKA, WEIGHING IN AT 135 POUNDS, SHE IS...
IRIIIIIIIS GAAAAAAAALIVER!
"Fully alive
More than most
Ready to smile and love life
Fully alive
And she knows
How to believe in futures"
[The crowd seem to give Iris a mixed reaction as she walks down the aisle. Iris keeps her eyes fixated on Angst, knowing this is her true enemy who put her into this state. Iris climbs up the side steps and enters the ring under the top rope slowly.]
"All my complaints shrink to nothing
I'm ashamed of all my somethings
She's glad for one day of comfort
Only because she has suffered..."
[Iris continues to glare at Angst, but giving no real look of emotion. Angst puts an evil smirk on her face as Iris leans against the turnbuckle, seemingly ready to fight for her life. The music dies down and the lights come back on.]
*DINGDINGDING!*
Jim: What an interesting contest this is going to be! A NORMAL Iris Galiver! I am not too sure what to do with myself.
Sean: I don't think she is either, Jim!
Jim: Angst isn't wasting time! She's back here in SPW fresh from her injury as Charity Carnage and she's attacking Iris right off the bat! Angst grabbing Iris by the hair and she whips her into the ropes! Iris rebounds and Angst hits her with a clothesline! DOWN GOES IRIS!
Sean: Angst is the one who came back out of nowhere a few weeks ago and laid Iris out. Thanks to a double chair headshot and a Dead Girl DDT Angst and Nina Larue, Iris was knocked into a normal state!
Jim: Well I have a feeling Angst isn't going to go easy on Iris tonight either. She's already beating Iris down in the corner. Does Iris even remember how to wrestle?
Sean: Good question, Jim! She says she has never felt more alive, but to me it looks like Iris needs some major help in order to win this contest.
[Angst has Iris in the corner hanging! She works on her head by delivering kick after stiff kick! Iris screams in pain before Angst grabs her by her red hair and tosses her around in the ring by it. Angst lifts Iris up and brings her down with a suplex right on her head! Angst begins to smile as Iris holds her head in pain.]
Jim: Angst really working on Iris' head. Smart move. She is trying to deliver as much damage to her head as possible.
Sean: Angst lifting Iris up... back down again with a bodyslam! Now an elbow drop! Angst leans back into the ropes and delivers a knee drop... with force might I add!
Jim: She's tossing Iris into the ropes now! Iris comes back and Angst catches her... looks like it's already time for a Dead Girl DDT!!!
Sean: OR NOT!!! Iris hits her knees!!! Smart move! She pushes Angst forward and to the outside! Angst goes tumbling!
Jim: Iris rears back into the ropes... Angst to her feet... SUCIDE DIVE BY THE PRETTY, PRETTY PRINCESS!!!!!!! That is, if I can still call her that!!!
Sean: Wow! STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ROPES GOES IRIS GALIVER!!!!
[MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Incredible!! Iris didn't forget how to fly apparently!
Sean: Iris to her feet! She's grabbing Angst up and sends her into the ring. Iris now going to the top rope! Iris off the top rope with a soaring moonsault! And the first pinfall of the night! She hooks the legs!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KICKOUT BY ANGST!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: Iris still not giving in! Here she goes, grabbing Angst up by her head of her. Any other time Iris would bite her on her face... but Iris is simply holding her up and SLAPPING her across the face! Iris with a kick to the gut... Angst down... she's setting her up for IRIS' INSOLENCE!!!!!
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Iris obviously remembers something about wrestling technique!!! Iris putting Angst's head between her legs... but Angst hits her knees and gives a low blow to Iris!!! Ouch!!!
Jim: Iris rolling over in pain and Angst gets the upper advantage now during this contest. Angst grabs Iris up and sets her up for a vertical suplex! Iris down and out from that low blow. This contest sure is a close one!
Sean: Angst taking everything out of Iris she can! Angst sends Iris into the ropes and Iris rebounds... Iris grabs her in a belly to belly suplex that flings Iris over top of her head and onto the ground!
Jim: OUCH! Iris hit head first! Angst sees this and she's climbing on top of Iris... grabbing her head and slamming it into the canvas!!! Not once... not twice... three times she's slammed Iris' head into the canvas!!!
Sean: Crowd going insane here because Angst is dismantling Iris Galiver!!!
Jim: Angst with a lateral press now and going for a pinfall!!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KICKOUT BY IRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: That was so close, but Angst just can't seem to close up the deal! Iris still has it in her and we're seeing that tonight.
Jim: Angst jerking Iris up and she throws her into the ropes! Iris rebounds... and Angst with a leap frog! Iris hit the other side and delivers a spinning heel kick to Angst! Iris trying for a comeback!
[Iris leaps to her feet and goes against the ropes again. She lands a leg drop across Angst's midsection and quickly jumps to her feet where she runs to the top rope! Iris perches herself on the top rope as Angst begins to come to. As Angst rolls to her feet Iris flies off the top rope with a Senton bomb!!!]
Jim: Where did that come from?
Sean: I don't know but it has this capacity crowd on their feet! Iris Galiver is flying everywhere tonight!!
Jim: That she is! But she isn't keeping Angst down long! Galiver picking Angst up but Angst with an eye gouge on Galiver! Angst drop kicking Galiver to the outside.
Sean: Iris is lying directly in front of our booth. This is dangerous territory for both women.
Jim: Angst hopping to the outside now. Angst tossing Iris into the guard rail... NO! IRISH WHIP! ANGST GOES TUMBLING!!!
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Angst grabbing her shoulder in pain! She's screaming in pain actually! She took a hard bump! And Iris Galiver is just standing there. She looks... she looks as if she is in shock or something. Like she shouldn't have done that. She's wasting time!
[Iris Galiver stands there, sweat dripping down her face. The crowd is waving around in the background as Iris' blank face does not seem to register why she is even there. Iris watches at Angst clutches her shoulder, climbing to her feet slowly. Angst charges forward with a devastating clothesline that takes Galiver off her feet and knocks her onto the commentator's booth!!!]
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH!
Sean: Galiver has truly lost it!!! She doesn't even know where she is. And Angst took the ultimate advantage of that! Angst and Iris battling before us right now! Angst just slammed Galiver's head into the booth!
Jim: Maybe that will knock her back crazy!
Sean: I don't know, Jim. But I know Angst is trying, and is doing, some serious damage to Iris Galiver tonight. The official inside the ring is almost at the seven count, so Angst better get back to the ring!
[Angst senses this pushes Galiver back inside the ring. She holds onto her shoulder slightly as she climbs back into the ring herself. Angst begins working on Galiver by stomping a few mudholes into her lower midsection. Iris heaves up in pain as Angst continues her assault.]
Jim: Poor Iris Galiver.
Sean: It isn't over yet, Jim!
[The official tells Angst to back off and she ignores him. Angst grabs Galiver and puts her head between her legs... she gets her ready...]
Jim: MORE PUNISHMENT! GALIVER BEING SET UP FOR A PILEDRIVER! THIS COULD BE IT!
Sean: Tell me when it's over! I can't watch!!!
Jim: AND SHE DOES! PILEDRIVER ON IRIS GALIVER!!!!!
Sean: This... this has to be it.
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
KICKOUT BY GALIVER!!!!!!!!!
[ANOTHER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: How did she kick out of that?!!
Sean: Adrenaline, I suppose!
[Angst seems to be in pure shock but is nowhere near giving up. Angst pushes her hair out of her face. She climbs to her feet and takes Galiver with her, whipping her into the turnbuckle. Galiver hits hard as Angst runs and hits Galiver with a stiff kick to the head. Galiver lies lifeless in the corner as Angst simply smiles deviously.]
Jim: Angst is loving this. She is absolutely loving it.
Sean: Angst with a handful of Iris' hair. She pulls her out of the corner! Looks like she is setting her up for the Dead Girl DDT!!!
Jim: Iris Galiver has given a good fight, but enough is enough I suppose!
Sean: You spoke too soon! Iris just twisted Angst's arm around and she pulls her down! Angst hits the ring! Iris against the ropes with a flying clothesline! Out of nowhere she is making a comeback!
Jim: I guess the new Iris still has the stamina of the old Iris Galiver!
Sean: Iris now gripping down on the throat of Angst! She is showing some aggression. Is that the old Iris popping through?!
[Iris pushes down on the throat of Angst who begins prying at her hands and trying to scream. The official counts at Iris. One, two, three, four... Iris lets up and walks around the ring. Frustrated with herself she begins pulling at her hair, but it isn't like when she was insane- it's more along the lines of "why did I do that?" Iris walks around the ring, pacing back and forth.]
Jim: Iris once again wasting precious time. Angst is not down and out yet. She may be gasping for breath, but she sure isn't out of this contest.
Sean: Iris is teetering between insane and normal! Watch how upset she is with herself! She saw her old self peeping through! AND OH! ELBOW BY ANGST RIGHT UPSIDE THE HEAD OF GALIVER!
Jim: Galiver hits the canvas! Angst lifts her up and back down with a snap suplex! Iris Galiver just not focused tonight.
[Angst drapes Iris across the rope and begins stepping up on her shoulder. Iris cries in pain as Angst continues to put down pressure on her shoulder. Angst laughs insanely and gathers Iris up and throws her into the ropes. Iris rebounds and hits Angst with a spinning headscissors! Both women are down and struggling to get up. Angst holds her head as Iris uses the ropes to get to her feet. Both of them run toward each other and hit a clothesline, falling straight to the mat!]
Sean: Both women down!
Jim: The official beginning his count!
Sean: Iris stirring. Angst not far behind!
Jim: Angst to her feet first!!!
Sean: Angst grabbing Galiver by the hair and pulling her up! She is signaling! I think it's time for the Dead Girl DDT! If so, I think this match may be over!
[MAJOR HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: OH MY! IT'S "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN!!!!
Jim: ALLEN COMING FROM THE CROWD!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: He is jumping on the apron!!! JCA DISTRACTING THE REFEREE!!!!!!!!!
Jim: What in the hell! Angst is livid!!! Angst pushes Galiver to the side and is running to the to ropes to confront JCA!!! JCA TAUNTING ANGST!!! Yelling in her face!!! AND NOW IRIS GALIVER IS STIRRING... SHE'S UP!!!! ANGST TURNING AROUND... KICK TO THE GUT!!!
Sean: IRIS' INSOLENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: IRIS GALIVER WITH THE COVER!!!!!!!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[MEGA MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
["Fully Alive Iris Galiver Version" by Flyleaf cues up over the arena.]
Sean: Iris wins with the assist of Chad Allen!!! Unbelievable!!!
Stone: And your winner... IRIIIIIS! GAAAAAALIVER!
[Iris Galiver has her arm raised by the official. JCA has jumped off the apron and is walking down the ramp staring at the ring. Iris glares at him intensely, not happy in the least that he interfered in her match.]
Sean: That was close. Iris was a goner and if JCA wouldn't have showed up, who knows what would have happened!!!
Jim: My blood pressure is still up from that one!!! Iris Galiver victorious nevertheless. Looks like she can finally put her feud with Angst behind her and move on. Ah what a night! Let's go backstage. I hear Steve Greedy is here.
[The camera pans backstage where we see a door marked "Room of Former General Managers". Yes you're not blind, that's actually what the bastards at Shoot Fire Pro put on the door. The door happens to be half way open. The nosey camera men push there way on in, and only one man sits in the room. I know the amount of people in this room could of been many considering the history of SPW, but only the most recent GM firing of Conquest sets in the room. None other than the "Rich One" Steve Greedy sits on a sofa by himself in his typical fine Armani from head to toe. Even the cologne he is wearing is Armani, but you wouldn't know that considering you're not there [buy a ticket next time]. Greedy nods to the camera, he was expecting us. He might not be the GM anymore, but he knows what a cracked door means when it comes to SPW tv.]
SG: Well look who it is....
[Greedy pops his trademark smirk.Greedy adjust himself on the sofa giving us the best possible angle of himself. He's done this a few times before.]
SG: I wasn't expecting you....[A slight chuckle] But I'm glad you found me. I have an announcement to make. A very important one.
[Greedy leans up on the sofa, attempting to get more serious than before.]
SG: Shit.
[He smiles again. Greedy falls back onto the sofa.]
SG: I can't even fake it. They wanted me to fake it, but I can't. It's not REALLY that important of an announcement, at least not to a guy like me. All I'm really doing is playing with a couple of curtain jerkers lives.
What do you mean Mr Greedy I'm sure your setting at home saying.
[Greedy pauses, making you wander even for that split second.]
SG: What I mean is I'm making an executive descion. No not for Conquest, I know my powers on THIS show are stripped, but you all remember the board saying I am in charge of the new show there trying to promote. With that comes certain powers, and responsibility. With that comes everybody in SPW that means something on speed dial. I worked out a deal with the people who now run this second rate show, and two matches are being changed.
James O'Connor.
[Now he's serious. Real serious.]
SG: I have something I want to tell you, but I want to tell you to your face. So to make sure that I am able to do this I have got your match with "Sugar" Shayne moved to Ascension, and will be sending one of my matches over to Conquest in exchange for this action being granted.
James, you might of thought the key part of this match was being the Number one contender for the Fusion title, but oh no....The key part of this match now is I am watching. I am going to be watching real close. I'm calling you out James.
Want to hear more? ... Well do ya James? SPW fans? Boys in the back? Women who love my body? Tune into Ascension this week, and you will. You can take that to the bank.
[Pause for dramatic effect.]
SG: _MY BANK_.
[With a confident nod the camera begins to fade back slowly. Greedy has played his card. Now it's just a matter of if his card is a deuce, or an Ace. See you on Ascension.]
[The camera joins "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins who is walking down the TD Garden hallways to her office. Samantha, with a fresh coffee in her right hand (she needs coffee after enduring "The Family" earlier, something to make her quit freaking out!), reaches down to open her office door when a shadow lurks upon her. Samantha turns to her right to see Marissa Monet towering over her. Samantha sneers.]
SSB: Not you again. What do you want tonight, Marissa? Do you need another confidence boost from me? Too bad. Go back to your cave.
[Marissa shakes her head.]
Marissa: Sam, even you must realize that Sharks swim in the ocean. They don't live in a cave. Or do you have me confused with Viper's "Marissa."
[She pauses for a beat as she evaluates Samantha's intelligence. She shakes her head dismissively.]
Marissa: Forget about that. I came to deliver a message. Tell your lackey Tiffany to watch her back. I haven't forgotten her little stunt and attempt at glory. She'll regret that.
SSB: Tell Tiffany yourself. You're a grown man... er woman... or whatever you are. Besides I think YOU should watch YOUR back. Quick question, Marissa. [grinning] Where is your title belt?
Marissa: [casually] With one of your attention whores.
[The grin Marissa returns is grim.]
Marissa: But that will be fixed soon. You just watch and see. I figure you might be changing the meaning of B in Y & B to "beaten" or "battered" or "bruised" or "brainless."
[Marissa pats Bevins on the shoulder.]
Marissa: I bet you she's going to regret this.
SSB: She's going to regret it, huh? You fail to realize you're the one who is going to regret everything, Marissa. If I were you, as I said, I'd watch my back.
Marissa: That sounded suspiciously like a threat. Bevins, I can meet and defeat any challenge you may have. Do you hear me? Any challenge whatsoever.
SSB: [smiling] Any challenge, huh? That sounds good to me. But this isn't a challenge, it's more of an ending of your career. You against The Children of Hardcore. Tonight. A handicap match. No rules. How's that sound, Marissa? Although it doesn't really matter what you think... because it's going to happen either way.
[Marissa's expression tightens. She glowers at Samantha Bevins.]
Marissa: You really want to hurt the Family that badly? I'll take your bet, Bevins. But I'll raise the stakes. I win, I get a match of my choosing against Davis next Conquest. How's that sound, Samantha? Although it doesn't really matter what you think ... because it's going to happen either way ... bitch.
SSB: Sounds good... bitch.
[Samantha throws another grin to Marissa and opens her office door and enters. Marissa walks off camera as we fade to ringside.]
 HEATHER OWENS |  ERIKA SATO |
NON-TITLE MATCH
## Here's to the ones who don't give up. -- Here's to the ones who don't give up. -- Here's to the ones who don't give up. -- This is your anthem, get your hands up. ##
[The lights slam black as the hard into to hits the airwaves. Green and white strobes puslate and pass over the arena as the tron comes alive with various clips of Erika's career spliced together, flashing to the beat of the music.]
## We are fire inside, we are lipstick and cleats. -- We are not going home, we are playing for keeps. -- We are girls with skinned knees, we are concrete and grace. -- We are not what you think, you can't keep us in our place. ##
[A spotlight hits the center of the stage, revealing a hooded figure, knelt down in the center. Using her left hand, she makes the sign of the cross over her chest as the crowd rises to their feet in a chrous of cheers. As the figure stand sher, the hood falls back, Erika revealing herself as she grins from ear to ear. Hand outstretched, she high fives a few of the fans that line the isleway.]
## Here's to the girls on their boards with bruises and scars. -- Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from playin guitar. -- Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard. -- You'll never let them say you'll never get that far. ##
Stone: Ladies and gentleman, making her way down the isleway, hailing from Osaka, Japan. Standing five feet, six inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixty-four pounds...ERIKA...SAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
## We are fire inside, we are an army asleep. -- We are a people awaking to follow their dreams. -- We don't have time for your games. -- We have our own goals to score. -- There are trophies to win instead of being one of yours. ##
[As she reaches ringside, she takes a quicker step and slides into the ring as the fans give her another rousing chorus of cheers. As she stands up, she sheds the jacket, tossing it to the attendant at ringside as the lights come back up and the song fades out.]
[As "Dangerous" by Roxette begins to ring out in the TD Garden arena in Boston, Massachusetts out walks Heather Owens with Tina Davis close behind in tow as she stands atop the ramp and hoists the title up over her head the crowd erupts as blue and white coloured pyros go off before she salutes the crowd and heads down the ramp with the title hoisted proudly over her shoulder as she walks around the ring smiling and even high fiving some of the fans as Amber Rhiannond makes her introduction.]
Stone: Ladies and Gentleman coming to the ring at this time accompanied by "Canadian Gold" Tina Davis she is the reigning SPW Women's Champion "THE PRODIGY" HEEEEEAAAAAATTTTTTHHHHEEEEEERRRR OOOOOOOWWWWWWWEEEEEENNNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
[BIG TIME POP!!!]
[As Heather climbs the ring steps Tina holds the ring ropes open for Heather as she steps through and salutes the crowd one more time before hoisting the title up more time, folding up the straps and handing off the belt to the Referee. Charles Eden holds it up, folded and shows it to Erika Sato. Sato nods and smiles, moving in to offer a handshake. After much deliberation with Tina, Heather moves in and they shake hands to a warming crowd pop.]
Sean: Okay and a show of international sportsmanship, the handshake a show of respect as Heather not exactly ready to bow but showing she has no sense of disdain for her challenger either. This could be a classic match.
Jim: That's one thing these two Superstars and our Women's World Division have- the best matches in the game and quite honestly quite possibly the best pure wrestling as the ratings have shown that.
Sean: Both women squaring off, this capacity crowd behind Heather but Erika brings with her her share of accolades and fans, your Referee is Charles Eden and there's the bell-
*DINGDINGDING!*
Jim: And we have the lockup! Oh both women refusing to give ground, pretty much evenly matched! Erika at 154 pounds, Heather while she won't reveal her weight, pretty muscular herself as you'd have to be. A true SPW rags to riches story and the grapple going, Heather three inches taller at 5 foot 9 and slowly gaining the leverage to work Erika back.
Sean: Sato fighting hard and irish whip out of the corner, no Heather with the reverse! Sato sent for the ride cross corner, kicks out a leg to counter with a another reversal and Heather into the corner, no SATO sent for the ride she hits the Turnbuckle HEATHER through the air flying splash crashes into her!
Jim: But she hooks the head and kicks off to land the DDT!!
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Tornado of sorts and the Champ sending the Challenger a message! Heather rolling up and goes for the spinning BACKFIST ERIKA DUCKS! Locks the arm and REVERSE STO ON HEATHER OWENS!!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Both women leaving their mark! Heather forcing up, Sato hurting and both turn to go for each other's head, Heather grabs it in first! She might be just a little bit quicker and Sato with the pickup for the back suplex no Heather flips out of it to land back behind! Oh so quick!
Sean: Owens with the wind inside to go for the abdominal stretch, but Sato with a snapmare counter instead!! Heather getting up SATO KICKS HER BACK!!
[Owens shouts out as Erika throws the roundhouse but Heather ducks as the leg comes flying over her head! Sato goes into a spinning sweep kick but Owens jumps over the limb as it passes underneath! Heather goes for the leg and catches a kick right as Erika Sato nails the step up enzugiri!!]
***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NAILED HER! HEATHER into the ropes! Erika being forced back by the Referee as Tina Davis shouts at her to stay back, the Champ to recover and Sato allowing her wide space, a sign of respect from this fan favorite thus so far but man I gotta wonder are we seeing Erika at her best?
Sean: Maybe not just yet, but if anyone is a student of the game it's gotta be Heather Owens. She watches hours of tape on all her opponents and there is no shortage of Erika highlights from across the seas and right here in America!
[Erika goes to irish whip but Heather reverses it and drop toe holds Sato so that she lands throatfirst on the middle rope and then Owens runs from the opposite side of the ring and leaps over Sato and mulekicks her right in the face!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Oh hoho that had to hurt! Erika stumbling and falls right into the ring, oh she's done for, Heather Owens with just an insane move and the World Champ proving that this will be no easy task as far as Sato capturing her belt!
Sean: World Title on the line and if you've just tuned in, you're watching SPW Conquest as Erika Sato making her debut against Heather Owens, and right now the Prodigy in full swing as she unloads on Sato with stomps and kicks.
Jim: Tina Davis cheering at ringside and Heather nodding as she goes to pull Erika up, hooks the leg for the Fisherman's Buster and Sato going limp! Oh she's hurting and Heather telling the fans she's got this in the bag- SATO GRIPS OWENS AND EXPLODER SUPLEX!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HOW DID SHE DO THAT!? AND HEATHER SITTING UP SATO SLAMS THE SHOOT KICK ACROSS THE BACK!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: HEATHER IN SERIOUS PAIN!
Sean: Oh the agony on her face, which followed the confusion and Erika Sato hauling her up, arms locked backwards in the underhook and ERIKA WITH A GORGEOUS TIGER SUPLEX! THE BRIDGE!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOO!! HEATHER KICKED OUT!
[The fans are cheering in Boston as Owens rolls over, and Erika plasters her with a Yakuza Kick!!]
Jim: ERIKA KICKS OWENS DOWN AGAIN!!
Sean: The Champion on the defensive!!! And Erika Sato pulling back, showing off to the fans as Heather Owens starting to get up, credit the Champ on her tenacity and-
Jim: SATO WITH THE KICK!!
Sean: HEATHER DUCKED SATO FAKED! INSTEAD HITS HEATHER WITH A SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Talk about a poker face, Sato baited Heather in! And now dragging Heather up, hooks the leg and locks the back, FLIP INTO A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: NOT EQUAL! And Erika Sato signaling as she rolls her arm, striding around the Champ she's leaning down and going into the Andromeda Strain Anaconda Vice!!
Jim: AND HEATHER ROLLING RIGHT OUT TO THE FLOOR!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Owens wisely cutting off momentum, she needs to gather her thoughts and meditate on exactly why Erika's getting the upper hand on her, she needs to regroup and SATO THROUGH THE ROPES!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HEATHER HITS THE FLOOR AND SATO FLIES RIGHT OVERHEAD!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: AND ERIKA SATO RIGHT INTO THE FLOOR OF THE TD GARDEN! THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT A SUICIDE DIVE!!!
[Erika is face down and she kicks on the floor as Heather limps up, clutching at her guts. Moving around the ring, Owens grits her teeth and fights on as the Referee begins a ten count. Not wanting to be eliminated, Heather heads back across the floor for Erika, and ducks down to drag her challenger back up.]
Sean: Heather Owens bringing the fight to Erika Sato, and tossing her right back into the ring!!
Jim: What can this be? Sato sent inside as Heather following and man taking her right up to the turnbuckle! Looking for a high aerial offense?
Sean: Heather has got to pull out the big moves and now taking Sato up high, sits her on top and going for the NO! Erika fighting back! Big forearm to the face!!
Jim: Heather can barely hold on! But meets Erika with a forearm smash of her own!!
Sean: And ERIKA fighting back!! What an arm and Erika now grappling in the head, she's going for it, going for the SUPERPLEX-
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: HEATHER SWINGS DOWN AND SLAMS THE FRONT SITOUT SUPERPLEX!!! ERIKA BOUNCES!!!
Sean: OH MY GOD!! AND SATO IS DOWN! CAN HEATHER CAPITALIZE!?
Jim: Tina Davis screaming on as Heather pulling herself over, she has to get to the woman and dragging her up, pushes her down as she goes for the press and hooks the leg yes!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ERIKA SATO KICKED OUT!!
Jim: Heather not even arguing she's dragging Sato up she knows she has to go for the kill!
Sean: Owens with the irish whip to send Erika into the ropes, Sato off the side and Heather through the air, SLAMS THE BULLDOG!!
[Heather stands up as Erika bounces over, Owens pulling Erika between her legs and hoisting her up for a powerbomb, throws her down to slam her on her back! Sato crumples and Heather pulls her up into the air then throws her back down with the release Powerbomb!!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ERIKA DOWN AND HEATHER RUNNING THE ROPES!! OFF THE SIDE STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS
Jim: RIGHT INTO THE KNEES!!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: OH MY GOD! ERIKA GOT UP THE KNEES AND HEATHER ABOUT WIPED HERSELF OUT!!
Jim: ERIKA BACKING UP SHE RUNS THE ROPES AND COMES OFF ERIKA NO KAICHI LARIAT!!
Sean: DUCKED!!!
[Sato turns around and Heather swings her at the ropes!! Erika hits the side and tumbles over to collapse clear over the side as Poet Wright has the top held down!!]
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: POET WRIGHT INTERFERING!!
*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!*
Sean: OH COME ON! WRIGHT STOPPING TO BREAK IT UP TO KEEP ERIKA FROM WINNING THE BELT!!
Amber: AND YOUR WINNER! ERIKA! SAAAAAAAATO!!!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: POET IN THE RING! HEATHER CHARGING AND WRIGHT WITH THE SUPERKICK!!!
***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: POET WRIGHT HAS LAID OUT OUR WORLD CHAMP!!
[Poet Wright stands over Heather, glaring down as Erika climbs up into the ring! Poet turns and Sato jumps the side to come at Wright and Poet takes the forearm to the face! Tina drags Heather out as Poet steps back and Erika slams another forearm, then spins for the backfist but Wright ducks and smashing the ribs, slashes into Erika's throat with the Knife Edge Chop!!]
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: POET LAYS OUT ERIKA SATO! AND POET HAS JUST LAID WASTE TO--
Sean: HEATHER IN THE RING SWINGING THE FLAGPOLE! POET SLIDING RIGHT OUTSIDE!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: HEATHER OWENS HAS CLEARED THE RING AND MADE THE SAVE FOR ERIKA SATO!!
[Poet stands in the aisle, furious as she backs up scowling, pointing at the title belt as Tina hands it to Heather! Owens climbs the buckles, title belt in one hand, Canadian Flag in the other. Heather raises them both and shouts at Poet to come back in, Erika Sato climbing up to her feet to stand alongside the Women's World Champion! The crowd in Boston is roaring as Poet promises to leave both women laying at her feet!!]
Sean: And Poet Wright unable to destroy both Superstars as Erika and Heather have banded together to fight her off, she will challenge the Champion at Wrestlebowl, invoking her rematch clause and if it is to be Heather Owens she has the biggest challenge of her young career against the monster Poet Wright!
Jim: Well if anyone can do it, pull off a miracle it's gonna be Heather Owens! But can she survive, or could this showdown be the last time Heather competes, hell you've seen what Poet can do, she could end Heather's career!
Sean: Ladies and Gentlemen SPW Conquest continues! Your winner by DQ Erika Sato but Heather Owens remains the Champ. What a match.
Sean: OK! I have news! "Sensuous" Samantha and Steve Greedy have traded matches! It seems Kageboushi and Quinn Scott has been moved here to Conquest tonight while the #1 contender match for the Fusion title has been moved to Ascension! And Kageboushi and Scott must have found out about it a few minutes ago because KAGEBOUSHI is getting into an attack with Quinn Scott!! And we have to go backstage as these two are fighting! They cannot wait till their match tonight!
[Scott throws the right forearm into Kageboushi, knocking him back as he goes to grab the head but Kage twists to send Scott upside a wall! Quinn slams the concrete blocks and Kageboushi starts punching at the ribs. Quinn backs up and Kageboushi nails the uppercut in to strike the head straight up!!]
Jim: KAGEBOUSHI AND SCOTT fighting all over the backstage area, and now through the curtains!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: QUINN AND KAGEBOUSHI COMING THROUGH THE CURTAINS!!
[The camera switches to an arena view as to the downstage right of the ramp Scott and Kageboushi are brawling, trading off punches and body blows as Officials and Road Agents rush out to stop them!]
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: KAGEBOUSHI SLUGGING ART BLAKE!!
Jim: KAGEBOUSHI now coming after Quinn OH! Quinn with the big kick!!
Sean: Quinn heading around the side and taking Kage to a railing up and SMASH the face into the guardrail! The Power Structure enforcer all taken to task by the Submissions Expert, the Shooter, and Quinn taking him over the side into the fans! Heading up the stone steps here in Boston!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: These guys are crazy O'Brady!
Sean: Quinn taking Kage up towards the stairs, up to the second floor, up the stone steps and taking the fight up the stairs now! Oh Quinn Scott has been fighting an uphill battle versus The Power Structure and finally maybe now able to make some ground! By taking out their lead enforcer!!
Jim: Quinn up the steps and around the barricade, here come EMTs and Road Agents to get in there and break them up! Shane Dreamer, Glen Kyros, the Referees too!
Sean: Hey, even Jessica Marsh! Talk about an EMT trying to get involved!
[Quinn is being held back and his eyes rage! Kageboushi kicks him in the stomach and Quinn drops to a knee! Fighting up, Quinn Scott charges to rip past Harold Eden and throws the left handed strike to sock Kageboushi in the throat! The fans roar out as Kage staggers back and goes right over the railing to plunge off the balcony to the floor down below!!!]
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: KAGEBOUSHI GOES ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND QUINN SCOTT IS PASSED OUT ON THE SECOND LEVEL!!
"SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!"
[The camera goes to show Scott slumped over, head hanging low as Road Agents and Security are trying to help him for the back. The rest rush down the stairs to try and help Kageboushi. The fans are screaming with overzealous delight and cheering out the name of Quinn Scott.]
Jim: Security stepping in but Scott sent Kage over the side! Will they even make it to their new match later on tonight!?
Sean: SCOTT with a big kick to the stomach! And Officials pulled Kageboushi away! But not in time before Quinn Scott could send Kageboushi clear over the second level! Oh here come the Medics, Jessica and company in as finally Road Agents trying to get them all apart, so the EMTs can check on them I don't think blood was drawn but hopefully these two Superstars are still cleared to compete in their singles match tonight which now has to be a grudge match if it even does go down.
Jim: I don't think Quinn Scott is even conscious right now! Oh could have been a belabored concussion at the hands of Kageboushi.
Sean: Could be hopefully not! Anyways now the very future of this match in doubt, and this is the fight Sensuous Sam and Steve Greedy traded to Conquest for. Now that fight may not even happen and we will hopefully have an update as to what is going on... Quinn Scott is out and this impromptu brawl may have just cancelled our match we traded the Fusion Title Contender match for.
Jim: What a night this has been!!! What a night on Conquest! We still have our main event as well as our Fusion Title Match and a handicap match between Children of Hardcore and Marissa Monet ahead!!! We'll be back!!!
[As we come back from commercial break the camera begins on a shot of the always garish Toxic Shock. The interviewer looks a little nervous as he adjusts his collar. The camera pulls back to show why he is so nervous. He stands with a very pissed off looking Great Black Shark. She is dressed for battle. She has no smiles. Her face is straight and serious. She knows she goes to the gallows in a few moments. The question as always, is whether she comes back.]
TS: Marissa, you're going into a no disqualification handicap match against the Children of Hardcore. How does that make you feel?
Marissa: [sneering] How does that make me feel? Did you really ask me such an obvious question, Shock? How do you think I feel? I'm pissed off.
[Marissa turns her body away from Shock to stare directly into the camera.]
Marissa: Bevins, I don't know what issue you have with me, but I damn sure know I have a problem with you now. You want to end my career by throwing me in with those lunatics? Cool. You want to try to stunt my dream of becoming SPW World champion. Cool. Lots of people have done that. But the thing I don't get about you Bevins is why. You say I don't impress you? Then why do you bother with me? Why do you want to hurt me so badly? Is it because I'm everything you're not? Is it because I am an actual presence, an actual threat. I am that woman who can meet a man on any terms. I don't need to sleep my way to the top. I don't need to politick backstage. I don't need your allegiance to make it in this "man's world" that you're trying to get to the top of. I just need my two hands, my brains and my skill. These people ...
[She pauses as the arena cheers their acknowledgment.]
Marissa: These people support me. These people know that I am what I say I am. These people know how much it means to me to be a World champion. I am dedicated to my craft and I am dedicated to doing whatever it takes. I know you want to be the mean girl. I know you want to be the one who breaks me when nobody else could. You won't break me, Bevins. You'll just fuel my rise. So yes I'm going to walk out there against Anarchy and Entropy in their world and their environment. I understand that. I'm going to walk out there and get my ass handed to me. But if you think for a minute I'm going to lie down and die because they're bigger, stronger and more 'hardcore' than I am then you're crazy. The female of the species is always more deadly than the male. I am that. Don't let the lipstick fool you, Bevins. I am the most dangerous person in this match because I have the most to lose. I'm going to Wrestlebowl to contend for the World championship. I'm going to beat Viper and Davis just like you wanted me to. I'm going to knock down every obstacle that you throw my way and then it's going to be me and you, Bevins. I'm going to have the SPW World championship over my shoulder. The World Tag-team title draped over my other shoulder. And you, you're going to shit your pants. Because then we shall have a reckoning. Oooohhhh, Bevins, Marissa's gonna kill you.
[She turns back to Toxic Shock.]
Marissa: I don't expect there are any more questions.
[The look she gives him is too deadly for Toxic to respond. He simply shakes his head 'no.']
Marissa: That's what I thought.
[With that she stalks away from the interview, her face resolute and grim. Fade out.]
 MARISSA MONET |
THE CHILDREN OF HARDCORE |
Stone: This handicap match is scheduled for one fall and is a no count out no disqualification contest!
[The arena is bathed in darkness as the houselights cut out. The fans grow restless in the darkness until blue light washes over the arena, making it all seem as if it is underwater. The SPWtron winks to life showing a seal swimming in the water. Suddenly there is a burst of water as a leaping shark hits the seal, dragging it below the depths. Bloody-looking red lettering splashes across the screen as the shot switches to the shark breaking the water again, its jaws wide open. "The Great Black Shark" is written between its teeth before the jaws snap shut and the entire SPWtron turns red. "Deepest, Bluest" by LL Cool J hits and the fans start to cheer as Marissa Monet makes her entrance.]
"Uh, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin"
[MASSIVE CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Manmade terror
Hungry jaws of death
Y'all don't cross my depths
I'll pause your breaths
I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues
Bleeding to death with no arms and short sleeves
My world's deep blue
Killers gotta eat too
Looking for human flesh to rip my teeth through
Other fish in the sea but Barracudas ain't equal
To a half human predator created by a needle
Jet black eyes baby they stare while you sleep
When your Titanic sinks I'm the one you gon' meet
Hearing terrified screams they surround my team
All you see is trails of blood
Even God won't intervene
Nightmares of darkness
My apetite is heartless
Even if we related, you eliminated regardless
In the deep blue, underwater walls
Half man, half shark
My jaws don't fall!"
[The curtains part and Marissa Monet strides through. She pauses at the top of the ramp, arms folded across her chest. Her biceps bulge with the action, displaying the "God's Child" tattoo on her right shoulder and the striking shark logo on her left biceps. She stares at the fans first on one side and then stares at them on the next. Her lips slowly curl back into a big lusty smile.]
[MASSIVE APPLAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin"
[She stops at the ring steps, allowing herself a small smile as she climbs to the ring. She steps between the middle ropes with practiced ease and takes the centre of the ring. She throws out her arms and lifts her head to the rafters in the Jesus pose as her eyes rollover white and her mouth falls slack revealing a killer's smile and perfect white teeth.]
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Killers sworn to beast
Swallowed them in flames
They switched my DNA
Trip me into Cool J
I can't fight the feeling
I'm born to kill prey
To survive an attack
There's only one way
Battle to the death
That's how sharks play
Weapons left behind
We dueling with the mind
You blind, crippled, or crazy
You're real easy to find
Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat
Getting the lap dance while I smash through your boat
Eat your whole fam
Nothing left but a right hand
Clinging to a rail
Escape, attempts fail
You'll never make it home
Tear the flesh off your bone
Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone
I'm talking death out a moment's notice
You wasn't focused
Me and my crew strike
Like some underwater locusts"
[Marissa begins to walk in figure eights around the ring, prowling each corner. The fans can feel her frenzy building.]
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin
Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin"
"Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper"
"These waters are waist level
The hallway's flooded
Lost your scuba gear
The killer's cold-blooded
His name's LL
You don't really want it
I ate your ancestors
The ocean is haunted
I'm closing in cause I'm supposed to win
How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin
Should of stayed on dry land
Stroke while you can
Cause now you under pressure in the land of the damned
Abandoned pirate ships
Eels and sod scum
Fish that glow in the dark
The Titanic's hub
Underwater storms
You're blood is so warm
You're life vest is off
And that turns me on
Killer for centuries
The Gotti of the deep
In the next millennium
I'm still gonna creep
Sand under my belly, ocean over my head
Through the light in the shadows
You become the living dead!"
[With that the houselights come up and Marissa snaps out of her trance. She begins shadowboxing, ready for action. The fans cheer as she takes centre ring and raises her black-gloved fist in the air.]
[DEAFENING ROARS OF APPROVAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Stone: FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK... STANDING SIX FOOT SIX SHE IS...
MAAAAAAAAARISSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONET!!!!
[RABID CHEERS! THEY STAND AT ATTENTION! THEY SET OFF A LIGHTNING STORM OF FLASHBULBS! THEY CHANT HER NAME!]
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
Sean: Here come The Children of Hardcore!!! THEY'RE HITTING THE RING!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Sean: Entropy and Anarchy not waiting for Monet to get ready!! They attack her from behind!!!
Jim: Entropy clips Monet's knee and Monet down on the canvas! Anarchy perched on the top rope! Flying legdrop right on Monet!
[The Children of Hardcore both stand there soaking in the boos they are receiving from the TD Garden! Entropy motions for his fellow brother and the two pick up Monet in a double suplex!]
Sean: Double suplex!
Jim: The official needs to get this under control!
[The ring shakes as Monet goes tumbling. Entropy and Anarchy laugh to each other as they continue stomping and kicking at Monet's body.]
Sean: This is disgusting. And uncalled for. "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins is the cause of this all because she does not like Marissa!
Jim: Well if Monet wins tonight she gets Andrew Davis in a match of her choosing next week- remember that. But it isn't looking too good.
Sean: The official is finally getting things under control. Entropy now on the outside and Anarchy is the official man. But is he a man? Would a man really do this to a woman?
Jim: In the SPW anything can and will happen, Sean!
Sean: Anarchy is going for a quick pinfall on Monet!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MONET KICKS OUT!!!!!
Jim: In fact she just threw Anarchy off of her!!!
Sean: Here comes Entropy!!! Monet hitting her feet and she grabs up Entropy in an EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!
Jim: Anarchy now from behind with another knee clip on Monet! That seems to be the only way to get the woman down!
Sean: Problem is keeping The Great Black Shark down!!!
Jim: I agree!!!
[Entropy and Anarchy continue their double team assault on Marissa Monet. The crowd is going wild with jeers as Anarchy irish whips Monet into the turnbuckle, then irish whips his partner Entropy into the turnbuckle on top of Monet!!!]
Sean: The Children of Hardcore are really showing what they're made of tonight. Entropy with a huge running bulldog on Monet!
Jim: And Anarchy is going to the outside. He's getting a chair!!!
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: I don't think he is going to sit in it, either.
Jim: Doesn't look like it.
[Anarchy slides the chair into the ring. The official orders him to take it out of the ring but it's too late! Entropy grabs the chair and lifts it up to send it over Monet's skull but Monet hits her feet and kicks him in the gut!]
Sean: There goes the chair!
[The chair goes flying as Monet sends Entropy into the turnbuckle then connects with a huge boot to the face!]
Jim: BOOT TO THE FACE!!!
[Monet quickly grabs Entropy up into another exploder suplex then hits a standing moonsault on him!!!]
Sean: Watch The Great Black Shark go!!! I bet SSB isn't happy backstage.
Jim: Monet with a pinfall!!!!!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CLOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: ANARCHY MAKES THE SAVE!!! ANARCHY PULLS MONET OFF OF HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER!!!!!!
Jim: MONET IS LIVID!!! SHE WAS SO DAMN CLOSE!!!
Sean: Anarchy charging for Monet but Marissa with a hurricanrana!!! She just took down Anarchy!!!
Jim: MONET IS HOLDING OFF THE CHILDREN OF HARDCORE!!! SHE COULD WIN THIS MATCH!!!
Sean: Here comes Entropy! Entropy has that chair and he is wielding it around!!!!
[SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: He just hit Monet in the back with the chair!!! Monet goes down to her knees, but she still is not fully down!!! Entropy better finish her off or he is a dead man!!!!
Sean: ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT!!!!!!!
[WHAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: CHAIR SHOT TO MONET FROM BEHIND!!!! SHE'S DOWN NOW!!!!
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: The Children of Hardcore are dragging Marissa to the ropes and they're making it so she is entangled in the ropes! Money won't be going anywhere now!!!
Sean: Marissa is entangled in the ropes! They're just stomping at her... and stomping! I hate this for Marissa!
Jim: All because of Bevins!
[The COH begin taunting Monet. Entropy and Anarchy laugh... and no sooner than they begin to have fun, the crowd breaks into a huge pop!!!!!!]
Sean: ONO HEZONFAIA!!!! STACIA B!!!!!
[CROWD GOING WILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: WHAT?!!! WHERE?!!
Sean: Coming down the ramp!!! The Children have no idea!!! They're going for a double clothesline, but look!!! ONO HOOKS AN ANKLE ON ENTROPY!!!!
Jim: AND STACIA HAS ANARCHY'S!!! THEY TRIP THEM BOTH!!! THE COH ARE DOWN!!!! AND FACE FIRST AT THAT!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Stacia and ONO share a high five and they high tail it out of here back up the ramp!!
Jim: They better run fast!!! Marissa now getting untangled from the ropes. This is not looking good for The Children.
Sean: Marissa on the ground beating her fists into the mat!!! SHE IS PREPARING!!! THAT IS THE BLOOD IN THE WATER TRANCE!!!
Jim: Anarchy turning around... HE'S CAUGHT!!!!!!!!
Sean: THE SHARK ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: GOOD NIGHT!!!!!
Sean: That's all she wrote!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: Monet hooking the leg!!!!!!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Stone: Here is your winner... MARISSSAAAAA! MOOOOOOOONET!
Sean: Monet wins! Which means she gets Andrew Davis in a match of her choosing on the next Conquest!! According to SSB is Marissa can beat VVV and Andrew both she'll give her a title shot!!! Wow!!!!
["Deepest Bluest" cues up over the arena as Marissa celebrates in the ring. The crowd goes wild for her!!! We fade to a commercial for Wrestlebowl.]
[Fade into the clear new age Shootfire Studios as Tara Silver is standing by. Behind her the Wrestlebowl Logo is proudly displayed as it materializes on a giant HD 3D Samsung Television Screen as the logo moves out and revolves towards you. In a green blazer with her olive skin, Tara smiles and begins.]
Tara: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first of the Wrestlebowl as it will hit on April we are nearly one month away from the biggest pay per view in SPW History. This will be the first time the entire family of Shootfire federations gather together to bring to you exactly what Shootfire Professional Wrestling is all about. And our main event to cap it off, will be the best of the best as four Superstars will meet in the ring to challenge for the vacant Heavyweight Championship of the World itself.
Andrew Davis, Marcus Davis, Dave Pietka and Vile Vince Viper have qualified to make it the title match. However, with Vile Vince Viper announcing retirement before Wrestlebowl, it remains to be seen if and when someone will be chosen to take his place in that all-important, career-making, match.
[The TV screen changes graphics to the World Tag Team Title Belts. Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet raise the Championships as Team EGO stand behind them, arms folded and both move to split screen.]
Tara: Team EGO will receive their World Title rematch, but this time there is a new stipulation added. The powers that be have decided that Bad Luck may be placed into this match, as they now have possession of the World Tag Team Titles. If that's so then we now here tonight have to announce that we will see a three way dance for the World Tag Title belts. Chance Fortuna and Rich Patterson going to the big dance could give EGO and of course, Desire and Swagger a real reason to prep for this fight.
[Images change to the Wrestlebowl Cup.]
Tara: And once again the Wrestlebowl Cup will be up for grabs but get this Shootfire Faithful; in a break from history and tradition, and due to the cause of Shootfire beginning to span around the world, here is the new concept for the Wrestlebowl Tournament this year. There will be eight teams competing in a single elimination tournament, one fall to a match, however the final two teams will go on to an every man for himself fight alongside the winners of the other Wrestlebowl featured matches. Now, four of the teams will be made up for SPW Family Federations such as the NJWF and the DCWL. But the other four will be made of Shootfire Teams of four Superstars, all determined by draft pairings which will be held on the very next episode of SPW Conquest and Ascension. From there it will be four SPW teams versus the Four SPW Family Federations, and then after a second round the winners will move on to the final fight, but instead of a battle royal, the Wrestlebowl Match will be a Sea of Pain match. And for those of you that don't know what a Sea of Pain is, follow your Shootfire History and join us next week as we preview exactly what this exceptionally dangerous fight is. The winner and trust me, last man standing, will be this year's Wrestlebowl Winner. I'm Tara Silver, and we will see you next time for the Wrestlebowl Preview here from the Shootfire Studios in Chicago, Illinois.
[Fade out.]
Tara: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the first of the Wrestlebowl as it will hit on April we are nearly one month away from the biggest pay per view in SPW History. This will be the first time the entire family of Shootfire federations gather together to bring to you exactly what Shootfire Professional Wrestling is all about. And our main event to cap it off, will be the best of the best as four Superstars will meet in the ring to challenge for the vacant Heavyweight Championship of the World itself.
Andrew Davis, Marcus Davis, Dave Pietka and Vile Vince Viper have qualified to make it the title match. However, with Vile Vince Viper announcing retirement before Wrestlebowl, it remains to be seen if and when someone will be chosen to take his place in that all-important, career-making, match.
[The TV screen changes graphics to the World Tag Team Title Belts. Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet raise the Championships as Team EGO stand behind them, arms folded and both move to split screen.]
Tara: Team EGO will receive their World Title rematch, but this time there is a new stipulation added. The powers that be have decided that Bad Luck may be placed into this match, as they now have possession of the World Tag Team Titles. If that's so then we now here tonight have to announce that we will see a three way dance for the World Tag Title belts. Chance Fortuna and Rich Patterson going to the big dance could give EGO and of course, Desire and Swagger a real reason to prep for this fight.
[Images change to the Wrestlebowl Cup.]
Tara: And once again the Wrestlebowl Cup will be up for grabs but get this Shootfire Faithful; in a break from history and tradition, and due to the cause of Shootfire beginning to span around the world, here is the new concept for the Wrestlebowl Tournament this year. There will be eight teams competing in a single elimination tournament, one fall to a match, however the final two teams will go on to an every man for himself fight alongside the winners of the other Wrestlebowl featured matches. Now, four of the teams will be made up for SPW Family Federations such as the NJWF and the DCWL. But the other four will be made of Shootfire Teams of four Superstars, all determined by draft pairings which will be held on the very next episode of SPW Conquest and Ascension. From there it will be four SPW teams versus the Four SPW Family Federations, and then after a second round the winners will move on to the final fight, but instead of a battle royal, the Wrestlebowl Match will be a Sea of Pain match. And for those of you that don't know what a Sea of Pain is, follow your Shootfire History and join us next week as we preview exactly what this exceptionally dangerous fight is. The winner and trust me, last man standing, will be this year's Wrestlebowl Winner. I'm Tara Silver, and we will see you next time for the Wrestlebowl Preview here from the Shootfire Studios in Chicago, Illinois.
[Fade out.]
...
[Quinn Scott is slowly coming to, and he doesn't know where he is. All he knows is his head is pounding and he can hardly hear anything. Everything is sore and he feels tired and jittery all at the same time, like plastic is running through his veins. Unable to really move, and breathing in a hard fog, Quinn lifts his eyes. In the corner, a white blur stands still, fluctuating. And in up close, real close, is the grinning tanned smile, with polished white teeth of JDM Superstar.]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: Ahhh Quinn. See? Do ya see now, do you see now the lengths I'm willing to go to send a message through your thick skull that you can never beat me? Here, don't get up. In case you're wondering why you can't move, well, it's because you've been sedated. In that pull apart brawl earlier on, when you and Kageboushi had to be pulled apart backstage...
It was a setup. All so my little sister Jessica here, could stick you with the needle.
[The camera opens to see Jessica standing in a nurse's uniform, needle in hand, a confident smirk on her twisted face. The camera focuses back in on JDM.]
JDM: So now, finally now, I hope you're beginning to realize, that you have never before and never will again, face an opponent like me. Or the Power Structure. Listen up you insipid little moron. You think you're the first spirit I've crushed in this business? This industry really isn't the place of submission, technical masters like you, who do their fighting in the ring. No, this industry is all about people like me. Who fight with backstage politics, glass ceilings, and kill contracts with the pen, not the armbar.
You are truly out of your league. And that's why I set this little exercise up. Because you now know that I am smarter than you, and I will get to you, and I will always, win. Disgusting.
So, if you still want that match later on tonight Quinn, you're welcome to it. But remember that I can get to you anywhere you are, and the sooner you realize that, and fall back into line like a good little boy, your life will be much, much better.
Nighty night sweet prince. Consider yourself enlightened. Pathetic.
[JDM leans up, and smoothing his coat, turns to stalk out the door. Jessica drops the needle and follows him out as Quinn just lays there on his cot, eyelids slightly fluttering. He tries to find a way to rise. Fade out.]
[We cut to the backstage area of the Mega-Corporately Named Arena and/or Center where standing by is none other than SPW's own dirt digger, and I don't mean that in like a dirt pipe milkshake sort of way, Mandy "The Dish" Appleton. Once again, she's looking pretty good with her long dark brown hair and bright sparkling eyes. Nobody actually looks at her eyes. Anyways, she is standing by ready for some action or at least someone to show up to give her a bit of gossip or whatnot. Just then the sounds of squeaking wheels can be heard in the distance, and in a few short moments a TV monitor strapped to a push cart straight out of the A/V lab in your local high school rolls into place. At the base of the TV monitor are two of the masked little persons "Uno" and "Dos" -- you can tell, because that's how they're labeled. They stop the cart and hit the power button. That's when the face of Castro Shaw shows up.]
CASTRO: Now you can start headin' this show in the right direction, 'cause the main mang is here. Of course, 'dat direction is as the lead-in show for my show, Ascension.
[Mandy rolls her eyes.]
CASTRO: Mandy y chichis. All you have to do is stand there and look pretty tonight... well, maybe more like pretty 'after downin' like five cervezas and like you're the only broad in the place' pretty. [It's just a shame she can't leave, because she pretty much looks like she wants to tip over the TV monitor.]
CASTRO: While I promised to never appear in person on Conquest again, I will appear here from my television to address what I believe was some serious misquotes on your part, Mandy.
[She looks stunned, appalled and outright pissed right now.] MANDY: Excuse me? You stood here and gave the Shootfire fans the middle finger and--
[Castro cuts her off.]
CASTRO: 'dat was all taken out of context!
MANDY: Context?!
CASTRO: Let me explain.
[Deep breath from Castro.]
CASTRO: Last week when I told the Conquest viewing audience 'dat I hoped 'dat somethin' would be lodged up their collective asses. Then told them to strap on their rollerblades to skate themselves into the AIDS tree, all 'dat was not the whole truth and let me clarify those statements. I was wrong in what I said. And I apologize for any misunderstandings there.
[He looks really upset, really.]
CASTRO: What I meant to say was 'dat I hope the viewing audience of Conquest put on some Enya music, wrap a rope 'round their necks and swing from it in their closest. I want their parents to find them the next day after they have crapped themselves in the closet in the basement and scream in terror. Va chingate! And why? Why do I want them to die so painfully and alone, mang? 'Cause not a single one of them knows their head from their culero, they just show up like mindless sheep and buy the latest oversized merchandise they can get their crummy paws on, pendejos. Who's in the ring, Dave? Why I have no idea, Jim. But look at my new hat!
[Castro pauses for a second, that last part saw him drop the accent and go with one you'd expect from an all white country club.]
CASTRO: Chinga tu madre puta, and your hat.
[And with that he gives the bird, which is blurred out on the TV screen somehow.]
CASTRO: Uno. Dos. Take me away from here... take me far far away from here. Wheel me into the women's locker room.
[And with that, the two little guys begin rolling away Shaw and his squeaky wheeled cart.]
[The naked forms of a man and woman tumble in the sheets, the camera cutting to a long slender leg wrapped around her partner's waist. His hand running along her sleek leg and along the side of her ass, the two lovers rolling over on top of each other.]
V/o: Sometimes, the heat of the moment is too much...
[Several moans of pleasure are heard, the woman rolling over. Staddling her lover and throwing her hair back, the camera still filming them from behind.]
V/o: But before you can make a mistake you can never take back...
[The woman screams and covers her chest rolling off her boyfriend's crotch! Both of them wrapping up in the sheets in shock, and now a good view of both of them could be seen. Neither of which were attractive by any sense of the imagination, her nose was crooked and far too big for her face, her jaw was almost manlike. The man's teeth were rotted to the gum and his eyes were crossed. Fortunately, are hero was there to save the day. Chance Fortuna stepping into the scene, the Blue Steel look flashed to the camera as he spoke up.]
Chance: And that mistake...would be reproduction!
[Snapping his head around to look at both of them before recoiling in terror. Reaching into his pocket, he snaps his hand out with a "Lucky Wraps" Condom between his fingers and holds it out to the couple.]
Man: Thanks? Chance?
Woman: Ummm...how did you get in here?!
[The scene cuts to a black screen, the "Lucky Wraps" Condoms displayed for the world to see.]
Chance: Lucky Wraps Condoms...because ugly people need to stop breeding.
[Fade out.]
V/o: Sometimes, the heat of the moment is too much...
[Several moans of pleasure are heard, the woman rolling over. Staddling her lover and throwing her hair back, the camera still filming them from behind.]
V/o: But before you can make a mistake you can never take back...
[The woman screams and covers her chest rolling off her boyfriend's crotch! Both of them wrapping up in the sheets in shock, and now a good view of both of them could be seen. Neither of which were attractive by any sense of the imagination, her nose was crooked and far too big for her face, her jaw was almost manlike. The man's teeth were rotted to the gum and his eyes were crossed. Fortunately, are hero was there to save the day. Chance Fortuna stepping into the scene, the Blue Steel look flashed to the camera as he spoke up.]
Chance: And that mistake...would be reproduction!
[Snapping his head around to look at both of them before recoiling in terror. Reaching into his pocket, he snaps his hand out with a "Lucky Wraps" Condom between his fingers and holds it out to the couple.]
Man: Thanks? Chance?
Woman: Ummm...how did you get in here?!
[The scene cuts to a black screen, the "Lucky Wraps" Condoms displayed for the world to see.]
Chance: Lucky Wraps Condoms...because ugly people need to stop breeding.
[Fade out.]
 QUINN SCOTT |  BLAKE COVINGTON |
Sean: We're back on Conquest! Thanks for joining us! We have Blake Covington taking on Quinn Scott currently going on. During the break Quinn Scott stumbled out here with the help of Serena Black and said he would compete! Kageboushi couldn't fight after being kicked off the balcony but JDM Superstar immediately came to the ring with his chosen one and this match is about to begin!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
[JDM is laughing as Serena just scowls, both managers watching intently as Quinn can barely even stand, Blake Covington is much faster as he circles the perimeter of the ring. Everyone in Boston can see that Quinn Scott is in no shape to compete!]
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Blake in and with the kick into Quinn! I can't even believe that Scott is even conscious in this match. Quinn Scott, heavily sedated at the hands of Jessica Marsh thanks to JDM Superstar! And yet his fighting spirit has made him determined to step foot into this ring!!
[Covington kicks Quinn in the stomach, and beats him back to the ropes. Locking the arm, Blake spins around to send Scott racing across the ring, and jumps into a spinning heel kick to take Scott down!]
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Oh and Quinn can he even stand? JDM Superstar at ringside, thorougly enjoying himself as Blake Covington dragging Quinn up and runs him to smash the head into the turnbuckle! Scott staggering back and Blake off the ropes leaping CLOTHESLINE to put him down!!
[The crowd in Boston is booing as Blake lifts the bicep and kisses it, talking out as he smiles with an open mouth, telling everyone that he is the new future of Shootfire Professional Wrestling! The fans all stand to boo as they are forced to watch Blake's posedown, meanwhile at his feet, Quinn Scott is trying to muster the effort to stand!]
Sean: Quinn Scott just taken down and Boston does not like it, but Blake staring down... and JDM shouting at him to make Quinn hurt!
Jim: Hang on when he's done posing! You don't tell Michaelangelo to halt! You don't ask Da Vinci to rush out and get you a hoagie! Not while in the middle of a work of art!
Sean: The Power Structure is disgusting and Quinn Scott paying the price! That idiot musclehead Blake Covington is enjoying an, an extermination!
[Scott tries to get up, arm swimming across the ring as Blake taps at him with one foot, and then staring down, breaks to run at the ropes. Quinn rolls up fighting to stay alive as Blake jumps to throw out the dropkick into the forehead!!]
***CRRRAAAACCCK!!!!!***
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: OHH! And I can't watch this, Blake Covington of the Power Structure taking Quinn upside down now over his head and SPIKES THE FIRE THUNDER DRIVER! AND NOW FOR THE LATERAL PRESS FOR THE PIN!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: Wait NOO!! JDM Saying NO! And Blake does not pin!
[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Oh JDM wants to see more of a beating! He wants to see an even huger pain for Quinn Scott as Serena Black can only look on in horror!
[Serena shouts at the Referee as Blake Covington backs up, Quinn still trying to stand. Blake charges and throws out the foot to kick Quinn's face sideways! Scott spins around as Covington grabs on the Katihajime and Suplexes Quinn Scott right on the top of his head!]
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: KATIHAJIME ONTO THE HEAD!!
Jim: QUINN SCOTT IS OUT!!!
Sean: AND COVINGTON GOING TO THE TOP ROPE!
[Blake climbs to the top rope and turning to face the fans, who stand to boo! JDM throws his arms up in the air as Serena covers her eyes and turns away, Covington flying through the air to kick his legs up and sails down into a flip to smash his back across Quinn's chest! Covington kicks around trying to get up and suffers in pain, then rolls over to hook the leg and raise a fist to the crowd!]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WOW!! BLAKE COVINGTON has just delivered one hell of an aerial maneuver and Quinn Scott is done for! Serena standing and just shaking as JDM nodding, Kage has the cover made! Oh mercy finally end this match!
Jim: Maybe Blake Covington IS the new future of SPW! He has just shown he has what it takes to really be called "The Chosen One!"
Sean: And finally Blake Covington hauling Quinn Scott up! Across his shoulders! The- THE TORTURE RACK SET IN!!
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: QUINN SCOTT HANGING ON! BLAKE COVINGTON SQUEEZING SCOTT IN HALF ACROSS HIS MASSIVE SHOULDERS WITH THE TORTURE RACK!!!!
Jim: REF SCREAMING! QUINN WILL NOT GIVE UP!!
Sean: AND BLAKE TOSSES THE LEGS! HOOKS THE HEAD AND LANDS THE F5!!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Oh god just end it!
Sean: Sweet merciful -finally! Blake Covington with the press!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE COVINGTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[MEGA MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: AND JDM laughing as the megalomaniac genius he is, just climbing the stairs now to clap and salute his Chosen One Blake Covington has defeated Quinn Scott, although how cleanly I have no idea. Quinn had no business being in this match but now the records will show Blake the winner tonight in Boston, right in the center of the ring.
Sean: Yeah no, and Quinn Scott first tricked into a brawl, then sedated by our EMT who just happened to be Marsh's Sister and now in this, this "match" destroyed by The Chosen One in grand form. This has got to be a devastating setback for Quinn Scott but I don't see this war ending anytime soon. The Power Structure with a big win tonight on SPW Conquest.
Jim: And Scott still down in the middle of the ring, as REAL EMTs coming in to help him out, well, in obviously no shape to recover anytime soon, your winner, Blake Covington.
 |  |
FUSION TITLE MATCH
[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 is 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 colored flak jacket and helmet. He has a bit of a limp in his step and the camera takes notice of the brace around his right knee.]
[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]
Steve Stone: The following is set for one fall! In the ring at this time... Hailing from Brooklyn, NY and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty-five pounds...
He is the Shootfire Pro Wrestling FUSION CHAMPION...
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: The General definitely looking ready tonight! If you know anything about Barry Baldwin, it’s that he welcomes competition. Well, more so loves it. He’s going to be ready for Eddie Christian tonight good knee or not. You can count on that!
[Baldwin asks for the microphone which is gladly handed to him by Steve Stone.]
Baldwin: I know you all want to see me and Eddie Christian do battle so I won't take up too much time but I did want to say a few words before things kicked off.
As many of you who frequent the Internet and the SPW website in particular may already know, I got some news from my doctor last week and well, it wasn't all that good.
Jim: No it wasn’t. But then again, it’s part of the business.
Baldwin: It seems defending the SPW Fusion title with every ounce of my being has taken a toll on me and I wore the cartilage down in my right knee. And the doctor...
[pause]
well he says I should go under the knife and have it repaired immediately.
[FANS BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Surgery is never a bad thing though! Maybe he could even come back better than ever.
Baldwin: And when I heard that, I thought about all the men and women overseas in Iraq and Afghanistan. I thought about how some of them are on their second and third tours of duty; even some who lost an arm or a leg and they STILL insisted to be put right back on the front line.
Fans: USA! USA! USA!
[Baldwin nods as the fans continue to chant]
Baldwin: So I didn't have to think too long and hard for a proper response to my doctor. I turned to him and I said "I'm not Victor Frost. I'm not going to lay down and let Shootfire Pro Wrestling take the Fusion title away from me."
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Baldwin: No sir... this company is without a World champion at the present moment and that makes me _THE_ standard bearer for the locker room; not to mention _THE_ face of SPW in front of all of its fans.
And I don't care if my leg has to be amputated or if my heart needs to be given a jump-start before I come down to the ring; I WILL CONTINUE TO BE YOUR CHAMPION AND FIGHT LIKE ONE!
[FANS CHEER!!!]
And that means I will step into this ring each and every night, defending this title until the day comes that my shoulders are pinned to the mat for a three count or I am forced to succumb to my opponent's will.
[Baldwin turns to look at the entranceway as he speaks]
Baldwin: So what do you think, Eddie? Is TODAY that day? How about you come on out here and let's find out together?
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Baldwin: Let's TRULY see if the "Born Champion" can live up to his moniker.
[He hands the microphone back to Steve Stone and walks over to his corner, awaiting the arrival of Eddie Christian.]
Jim: Baldwin with a certain confidence tonight folks! We haven’t quite seen him like this in previous matches. I wonder what Eddie Christian thinks of this veteran’s swagger right about now?
[Cue the trumpet High C note.]
"Na Na Na Na"
"Hey Hey Hey"
"Gooooodbyeeeeeeeeeeeee! Good riddance!"
[The lights in the arena go completely black. The only lighting in the arena is provided by fans using their lasers and cell phones.]
"Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin..
*****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*****
"This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects"
[The pyrotechnic shoots off in the sky as "CHRISTIAN" comes across the SPWTron.]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"My raps don't have melodies
This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain taken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making going make it the great depression
All y'all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune..."
[White fog begins to fill the arena...as a white spotlight shines on the stage, directly on Eddie Christian as he is being lowered from the ceiling via a platform.]
"MOMENT OF SILENCE!!"
[Eddie is clad in a white trench coat, a white wife beater, and white baggy leather pants with crosses on each leg. The platform reaches the stage as Eddie throws his hands in the air... as another pyrotechnic goes off!]
"Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen.
No I.D. on the track let the story begin.."
*****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*****
"This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light"
[Christian stands at the bottom of the ramp as he points out into left wing of the crowd, followed by the right as he heads across the aisle to slap hands with the fans in attendance. They raise their "Christian" posters and go to touch hands with their hero!]
"I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga this shit violent
Death of autotune...moment of silence"
[Eddie stands to his feet, as he raises his arms again as the lights in arena return to normal. Christian walks over to the lower right turnbuckle that faces the right wing of the crowd... he stands on the second rope... staring out across the sea of energy in Le Centre Bell, and pointing to all of his fans.]
"This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
Fifty thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singing too much"
Stone: FROM JACKSONVILLE FLORIDA... WEIGHING IN AT 222 POUNDS THIS IS THE BORN CHAMPION....
EDDIE! CHRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSTIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Eddie Christian. What do you make of him tonight?
Jim: He’s focused. Just look at him. He’s talked a lot in his tours with SPW and to be honest, he hasn’t always backed it up. And that’s not to say he isn’t talented, it’s just that he hasn’t tasted the SPW singles gold as quickly as he would have liked.
Sean: But all that could change tonight. I’m looking at him now and I’m seeing a different look in him. I really am. He can taste it. He’s so close. And in a matter of minutes, we will see if Eddie Christian is finally able to taste that solo gold that has been eluding him.
[The two men stand in the middle of the ring. Staring at each other out of respect and familiarity. There is no handshake, just a mutual nodding at one another as the bell rings.]
Jim: It’s difficult to face off against some who you’re familiar with. Especially someone that you’ve fought side by side with. These too men have history.
Sean: Christian wasting no time!!!
[Christian throws a hard right hand that rocks Baldwin back, catching the current champion by surprise. Baldwin sort of smirks, acknowledging that the war has officially begun. Christian follows with another right and a left, followed by another right.]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!]
Jim: Christian not known as being much of a brawler, but tonight he’s bringing it!!!!
[Christian tries another right but Baldwin blocks it, and fires a stiff right of his own, causing Christian to spin around. Baldwin attempts a quick roll-up of Christian from behind.]
1!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOO! CHRISTIAN WITH A KICK OUT!
[CROWD POP!!!!]
Jim: Always the wily veteran! You better believe that Baldwin is going to use every tool in his wrestling arsenal. And believe you me, he has a lot!!
Sean: But Christian isn’t fazed. He’s up and he’s smirking. That’s one confident kid. He was that close to being defeated but he acts as if nothing happened.
[Christian pops up as Barry turns and slams a clothesline into his face! Baldwin is showing some aggressiveness as he drags Eddie up and whips him at the ropes then drops down and nails Christian in the gut with a hard right. Christian drops to a knee as Barry runs and smacks a big kneelift off the side of his jaw. Locking the head Baldwin nails a swinging neckbreaker as Eddie rears up in pain, Barry calling out to his fans as he hoists Eddie Christian up and lifts him up over his head for a suplex of sorts.]
Jim: WHAT A SEQUENCE BY THE GENERAL!?!?!
[HUGE ANTICIPATION POP!!!!]
Sean: CHRISTIAN SLID OFF HIS BACK! AND A MODIFIED TO THE BACK OF THE KNEES KNOCKING BALDWIN IN PAIN TO THE GROUND!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!]
[Christian follows with a quick stomp to the back of the head before running full speed towards the ropes. He jumps, flips off the second rope and lands a moonsault right on the fallen Baldwin.]
Jim: WHOA! CHRISTIAN WITH ONE ATHLETIC MOVE AND NOW GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!! NO!!!
Sean: Baldwin gets a shoulder up just in time! There was almost a new champion. Christian gives the referee an odd look.
Jim: I think Christian thought the count was a little slow.
Sean: Maybe it was, but it doesn’t matter.
Jim: No it doesn’t. Both men on their feet.
[Facing off, Barry Baldwin fires a kick to the gut and now backing up as he crashes off the cables and leaps into the air for a modified flying clothesline. But Eddie Christian ducked out as Barry lands on his feet and Christian nails a shoulderblock right into the injured knee of Baldwin.]
[MONSTER POP!!!!!!!]
Sean: OH MY!!!! Baldwin might have made a mistake there. Leaving his feet, especially with that injured knee was somewhat uncharacteristic of him! And Christian made him pay.
Jim: Hell yeah he did, and with another blow to the already injured knee. I don’t know if that’s Christian’s strategy, but he should keep working it!
[Baldwin goes down and clutching his knee as Eddie Christian jumps and slams the fist right down into the back of the knee again. Christian winds the leg around his own and jumps to the mat causing more pressure onto Baldwin’s leg.]
Sean: Painful move by the Born Champion!!! What is he doing now?
[Christian begins to position Baldwin for a figure four.]
Jim: Very methodical right now!
[Christian locks Baldwin with the submission hold.]
Sean: THIS COULD BE TROUBLE FOR BALDWIN!!! HE’S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!
[Baldwin grimaces in pain.]
Jim: You see, when people see Eddie Christian, they sometimes just see a 23 year old young gun. But they forget, he’s a very accomplished worker in his own right. He’s been in the ring with the big boys. Not only was the Immortal Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, he also ran the federation at one point. But now, he’s all about continuing his own career and carving out a nice legacy for himself here in SPW.
[Baldwin fighting the hold, trying desperately to get out of it.]
Sean: Barry Baldwin is not a quitter, and he’s not about to start!
Jim: But how much can he take with those ligaments already so damaged!?!?!
Sean: Yeah, his health provider better not be watching. They won’t be happy with this.
[Referee asking Baldwin if he wants to quit, Baldwin shakes his head “no.”]
Jim: Christian just pulling back harder and harder! This match might be done in a matter of seconds.
Sean: WAIT?!?! BALDWIN TRYING TO ROLL CHRISTIAN OVER!!! CAN HE DO IT???
[Baldwin, pulling with all his might starts to roll over Christian. Christian desperately trying to prevent it. Baldwin screaming.]
Jim: YES!!! YES!!! HE DID IT!!!!
Sean: And all the pressure now back on Christian!!!
[Christian finally lets go, relieving the pressure off his own legs.]
Jim: The determination of Barry Baldwin strikes again. He is NEVER out of a match.
Sean: Yes, but the damage has been done. Christian has done a number on his knee right now.
[Both men now back on their feet. Christian attempts to grab Baldwin but is greeted by a European Uppercut. Eddie yanks away holding his socket as Barry Baldwin rips Eddie into the air and deposits him with a thunderous spinebuster.]
Jim: The power! Eddie Christian was not expecting that.
[Barry locks the legs and turns Eddie over into the Boston Crab.]
Sean: It's now Christian's turn to suffer.
Jim: And with Eddie being the highflyer that he is, any additional strain on the back can really take away from his repertoire.
[Baldwin trying to lean back with as much strength as he can as Christian wrenches out in pain.]
Sean: Eddie in pain, but telling the referee “no” when asked if he quits.
[Christian now shoves straight up, unwilling to let Baldwin put anymore hurt in, and Eddie twists on his torso and nails Barry Baldwin right in the small of the back. Baldwin reacts but refuses to let go. Christian hits Baldwin once more causing him to let go.]
Sean: OHHHH!! BALDWIN FORCED TO RELEASE THE HOLD!
Jim: Eddie finding the ropes as he takes a moment to recover but Baldwin charges him!
Sean: But no!
[Christian ducks and flips Baldwin over the side, Barry sails right to the concrete floor below!
****SSSSSSSMACK!!!****
Sean: And onto the hard concrete!!!!
[Barry Baldwin gasps in agony as he smashes to the floor to the delight of the roaring fans.]
Jim: Christian wasting no time. What he is doing?
Sean: Christian to the top rope!
[Christian stands on the top rope, peering over the fallen Baldwin. Christian raises both arms before he leaps up, landing a 630 directly across his opponent.]
[GIGANTIC FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: 630!!!!!!! 630!!!!!!! 630!!!!!!!
Sean: GOOD GOD!!! I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME WE’VE SEEN THAT IN SPW!!!!
FANS: EDDIE!!! EDDIE!!! EDDIE!!! EDDIE!!!
[Christian rolls off of Baldwin and does his best to pick him up. He rolls Baldwin back into the ring.]
Sean: I think Eddie smells blood!
[Baldwin is still lying down, recovering from the spill and high impact move. Eddie drags the man up as he yells to the fans, Eddie throws the arm over his head and executes a perfect snap suplex. Eddie now drags the hurting Barry Baldwin up and throws him right into the corner.
Christian climbs the buckles.]
Jim: But no!!! Baldwin, somehow, yanks Eddie down and slams Christian into the corner with a vicious thud.
[Baldwin then throws a hard elbow across the face of Christian. Followed by a hard right! He continues as the crowd counts along with him!.]
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!!
8!!!
9!!!!
...10!!!!!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!]
Sean: Eddie Christian staggering, off guard to say the least as Barry grabs him by the shoulder and knees Christian hard into the gut!
Jim: I don’t know both men are doing this. Baldwin can barely walk.
[Christian keels over while Baldwin hooks him and slams him painfully into the mat with one of his patented backbreakers.]
Sean: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!!!!
Jim: EDDIE’S BACK HAS GONE THROUGH SO MUCH TONIGHT!
Sean: Baldwin trying to close it out as he goes for the pin.
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!! NO!
Jim: Christian gets a shoulder up! Baldwin can’t believe it!
Sean: The match goes on! The match goes on!
[The fans are roaring, clapping their hands as both men get to their feet, Baldwin dragging Christian up and actually presses him over his head! He holds him in the air and attempts a gorilla press but Barry collapses as both men fall to the ground.]
*CRASH*
Jim: Did Baldwin’s knee just go out?!?!?
[The referee yells over to the table, “I heard a pop! I heard a pop! Baldwin yells out in pain, clutching his knee.]
[FANS SCREAM!!!]
Sean: That might have been the straw the broke the camel’s back, but it was Eddie Christian who obviously did the damage to Baldwin’s knee tonight!
Jim: His calculated attacks really caused Baldwin pain!
Sean: We might have to call this match!
[Eddie Christian now to his feet and stands over Baldwin who’s trying to get up. Eddie goes over to help but Baldwin fights off any help.]
Jim: What a competitor this General is!
Sean: And what does that say about Christian? Trying to help his friend to his feet?
Jim: Class act, both of them!
Sean: I guess that means it’s game on!!
CROWD: BARRY!!! EDDIE!!! BARRY!!! EDDIE!!!
Jim: Both men staring down each other as the crowd has been re-ignited here tonight!!!!
[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!]
[They lock up as Baldwin uses his upper body strength to fling Christian against the ropes. Baldwin throws a stiff lariat.]
Jim: No, Eddie ducked!!!
[Christian continues through, bouncing off the ropes and flies across the ring, nailing Baldwin with a flying punch which knocks Baldwin down to the mat.]
Sean: So athletic!
Jim: Look at Christian, just waiting for Baldwin to get up. He knows exactly what he’s doing!!!!
[Christian leans against his own knees in the corner directly behind Baldwin. Baldwin slowly is getting to his feet.]
Sean: Does he know where Christian is right now?
[Baldwin turns around and is met by a vicious superkick from Eddie Christian.]
Jim: HE DOES NOW!!!!!
Sean: HEAVEN’S GATE!!! HEAVEN’S GATE!!!!
Jim: We might have a new Fusion Champion!
Sean: Eddie drops. Hooks the leg.
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DING!DING!DING!*
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: EDDIE CHRISTIAN DID IT!!!!
Sean: WE HAVE A NEW FUSION CHAMPION!!!!!!
Steve Stone: YOUR WINNER, AND NEW FUSION CHAMPION…..
[Christian jumps to his feet and raises his hands.]
Steve Stone: ….”BORN CHAMPION” EDDDDDDDIIIEEEEEEEE CHRISSSSSSTIANN!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: What a match!
Sean: You can say that again.
[After a moment of celebration, Christian walks over to Baldwin who is starting to get up. Christian begins to help him, this time Baldwin accepts his help.]
[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!]
[Christian helps Baldwin to his feet as he offers Baldwin a handshake. Baldwin accepts as the two allies embrace.]
[FACE POP!!!!!!]
Jim: What’s this?
[Baldwin then takes the dog tags off his neck and offers them to Eddie. Eddie is somewhat taken aback, but accepts, smiling and nodding at Baldwin. Additional referees flood the ring to help Baldwin. Eddie, now with the belt in his hands, rushes to the corner of the ring and quickly gets to the top ropes, clutching his belt high above his head.]
[Open on "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins' office. She is bent over her desk, inspecting some of the fine print on contracts. The angle of her pose allows the more lurid of our viewers a clear view of her shapely lower features, including seamed stockings, neatly arranged along the rear line of her legs. Mister Bengoshi, Japanese lawyer and negotiator without peer stands stock-straight by her side, arbiting clauses and conditions.]
SSB: So we do have the midgets on retainer, but they're not actually required to have television exposure if we don't have need for them. And if there's no call for the midgets in the storyline on-camera, we pay them the lower rate?
MB: Correct. And no insurance benefits or 401K.
SSB: You're earning your salary already, Mister Bengoshi.
[BAM the door opens, in walks a bearded dude in a purple windbreaker and white wrestling trunks/kneepads/boots combo. Way to make an entrance, man, lead with the beard, follow with the purple. You may now proceed to make an ass of yourself.]
MMJ: Salutations and felicity abound, for "The Mind," Mick Jackson enters the demesnes of Shootfire's most callipygian hostess!
[The previous professional pair rise to a more vertical position, each arching an eyebrow.]
SSB: Do you always refer to yourself in the third person?
MMJ: Hardly! It is my grand providence to present myself as colleague and collaborator for your grappling exhibition.
[Bearded man in purple jacket looks on eagerly as hot woman with power attempts to parse the sentence. She fails, looks to Mister Bengoshi.]
MB: He wants a match.
MMJ: That was the objective of my locution, slightly terser in the telling, but yes.
[That little facial tic starts acting up on "Sensuous" Samantha Bevin's cheek again. She thrusts a hand straight into the conveniently placed bowl of assorted aspirin, ibuprofen and naproxen tablets, whips a few down with a sip of ice water, closes her eyes and counts to ten silently. She then proceeds to open her eyes, place a plastic smile upon her face, and answer this request in a most dulcet tone of voice.]
SSB: I believe we may have a slot for you, Mister Jackson.
MMJ: Absolutely as anticipated.
SSB: Can you be ready as soon as, say, next Ascension? I've a tag team in need of a second wrestler. I think you'll find competing with ONO HEZONFAIA as a part of Kisaragi may just get you the break you need.
[The crowd gives a mixed reaction, knowing by now what fate is foreshadowed for this poor soul, but also a handful of cheers for Sam Bevins getting rid of the jerk.]
MMJ: Affirmatively AWESOME! I shall perform for you post-haste.
["The Mind" Mick Jackson exits with a flourish of beard and a slam of the office door. "Sensuous" Sam and Mister Bengoshi share a moment of eye-contact communication, then nod and continue with their contract work.]
SSB: Make sure he doesn't qualify for our company insurance premiums.
MB: He's an outside contract worker. I don't think that will be a problem.
SSB: Where DID you go to school, anyhow? Mephistopheles Academy?
MB: Mostly correspondence courses and public libraries, actually... I'm largely an autodidact.
SSB: Hmm. So you have no college or fraternities to whom you'd pledge allegiance?
MB: No, ma'am.
SSB: No secret societies that might someday come back to call upon a favor owed?
MB: Miss Samantha Bevins, so long as you are signing my lawyerly paycheck, I am beholden only unto you.
SSB: That's good to know. I do believe you'll prove useful.
[Fade to a commercial for DCWL's upcoming pay-per-view. Following on the heels of their breakout "The Devil Wears Lycra" show, look out for the TWO DAY SUPERCARD EXTRAVAGANZA, March 17-18, 2010:
Cornerstone Revolution V.
Someday you'll be able to say you were there, and you were watching.]
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Jim: It’s main event time!
[As the thumping bass from Kanye West’s “Flashing Lights” rock the arena, the crowd rises to its feet. A wall of light bulbs appears on the SPWTron, flashing in time to the music.]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[The lights flash on, spelling out “THE AGE OF.”]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[The lights spell out “ANDREW”]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[“DAVIS”]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[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 h'orderves, 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 the words on the screen flash in time to the music: Davis, Andrew, AD3. 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.]
# 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 takes a deep breath, taking in the moment, then flashing a brilliant smile.. A brace on his right knee reminds of his previously broken leg, and his face reminds that he isn’t the young guy who entered Shootfire ten years prior. Older, wiser, brasher, cooler, Shootfire’s second Grand Slam Champion & first 3-time World Champion starts to walk down to the ring, the lights causing a strobe effect. Andrew appears on the ramp, disappears, then appears a few feet closer, the gold light reflecting off his D&G sunglasses.]
# 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 #
[As Andrew enters the ring, the SPWTron flips to Davis hitting his devastating “Headshot” finisher, dropping the likes of Sammy Knight, Vile “Vince” Viper, DeathKnell, Jasy ONeil, Scott Starring, James O’Connor, a double Headshot on Marissa Monet & Eddie Christian, referee Shane Dreamer, and more! Andrew flashes a million dollar smile as he sees his handiwork, nailing everyone and anyone with the “Headshot.”]
# 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. Davis looks out at the masses, basking in the attention, letting it empower him, a devious glint in his eye.]
Stone: INTRODUCING NOW... A FORMER SPW WORLD TAG TEAM, DIAMOND, PLATINUM, AND THE FIRST EVER THREE TIME WORLD CHAMPION!! FROM MALIBU, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5 FOOT 10, WEIGHING IN AT 210 SVELTE POUNDS, THIS IS THE AGE OF....
AAAAANNNNNDREW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: Andrew Davis is very interested in this match tonight, as these are the men that stand in his way to recapture the World Title.
Jim: Recapture? When did he lose the belt? When he was mugged by Chad Allen, the Children of Hardcore, the King of Snakes, and Sammy Knight? Is that the incident that you’re referring to?
Sean: According to Kieran Rae…
Jim: According to Kieran Rae, the “Third Wheel” Sean O’Brady deserves a job on Conquest. She’s not infallible.
Stone: HIS PARTNER... FROM BUCHAREST, ROMANIA... WEIGHING IN AT 259 POUNDS... HE IS...
VIIIIILE "VIIIIIINCE" VIIIIIIIIIIPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[The crowd break into a mixed pop as Vile "Vince" Viper walks to the entrance. The strobe lights dim and a spotlight shines onto the Shootfire icon as he raises his arms in the air. Viper is wearing his black snakeskin shoot with his black gloves. Viper walks down the ramp, the crowd beginning to boo him more than cheer. Viper rolls into the ring and shares a look with Davis before beginning to warm-up.]
Sean: Vile “Vince” Viper claims that the end of his career is right around the corner, and that this will be one of his final matches in Shootfire Pro. And because I believe every since word Viper says, he isn’t retiring.
Jim: He should Satan’s Strut you right here for saying such horrible things.
Sean: We’re talking about Vip…
Jim: HORRIBLE!
[The soft tender tones of "Requiem For A Dream" begins playing the violins and accompanying harrowing sounds create a somber fixation. The crowd raises to their feet, as the music continues to fill the arena. The Shootfire screen flickers, cutting to the words, Code Of Honor in light blue letters on a white background. The firm voice of Galadriel shoots through the arena.]
"In Your Time Of Greatest Need
When All Hope Is Lost Beyond Recall"
[Smoke begins to billow around the entry way. Shrieks are heard from all corners of the arena, as everyone is heavily anticipating the appearance of the Marcus Davis. Visions of faces racked with despair, pain, and the uncertainty of survival begin to flash over our screen. One by one each face leaves a heavy impression in even the heart of the most stalwart of viewer.]
"Even During The Most Dire Of Times
You May Still Have One Last Opportunity For Survival"
[The music quickly approaches a crescendo. More visions of those entrenched is desperate situations flash over the screen, seamlessly integrating with the solemn mood of the music.]
"Look Over To Your Loved
Ones Let Them Know Help Still Remains"
[The lights in the arena suddenly go dark, flashbulbs start to flash around the Arena. Silence drops, further building up the anticipation of “The Dream” Marcus Davis entering the arena. The voice of Galadriel breaks the silence.]
"The Code Has Yet To Be Broken
The Code Will Save Us All"
["Requiem" hits its crescendo as the lead singer of the group RealSide, Dirty M's voice blasts over the arena just as the lights raise.]
"The Code Is Lookin At The Enemy
Bout
To
Make Them Remember Their Honor
Never Afraid To Stand Up For What's Right
They Ain?t Bout To Back Down From a Fight"
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Marcus Davis walks out onto the stage, alone. He’s wearing the brand new, "Solve The Code" Code Of Honor shirts, with match light blue sweat pants. Marcus raises his hands in the shape of an H causing an explosion to go off behind him!!!]
****BBBOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*****
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Every Night On Conquest Their Lookin For Ya
No Reason To Hide, Cause
They Gonna Find Ya
You Gotta Problem
Take It Up Wit Them In Their Ring"
[Guitar rifts and the thunderous styling of Jeremy C on the drums blasts through the arena. Marcus Davis interacts with fans, slapping hands with the COH fans in Boston.]
"The Code Can't Be Broken
This Code Can't Be Solved
Stay Away From The Code
Only The Worthy Can Know The Code"
[Davis slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles, soaking up the admiration from the Shootfire faithful. The camera sweeps around the crowd showing most of the crowd screaming and yelling!]
Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REPRESENTING CODE OF HONOR, FROM TAMPA FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 235 POUNDS HERE IS THE DREAM...
MAAAAAAAAAAARRRRCCUUUSSSSSS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVIIISSSS!!!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Marcus Davis, the youngest competitor in this match, will have his hands full at Wrestlebowl trying to handle the craftiness of vets VVV, AD3, and EVD.
Jim: It’s going to be a big ol’ Craft Show!
[The lights go out except for the big screen... where we see a shot of an 'SPW' branded chair as the chair lowers showing the smiling face and perennial crooked top hat of the one and only Evil Voodoo Icon....]
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Mental: Shhhhhhhhh...
[Everyone in the arena... and we mean EVERYONE... gets quiet.]
Dave Pietka: It's.... SHOWTIIIIIIIIIME!
[Instantly, we hear the hard rock guitar opening of Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" and the lights rocket back on, a heavy spotlight on the entrance ramp. The crowd, already hyped up, starts to go insane once they see a thin man, at least compared to most of the men on the roster. His t-shirt, which is tucked into the loose-fitting blue jeans he's wearing, has an anime-style drawing of himself on it in a rather elaborate pose, holding what looks to be a steel chair behind his back. What seems to be a case of life-imitating-art, the man does happen to have a steel chair on his back, resting in some kind of sling or sheath. On his head is a large, black, cloth top hat with a stuffed skull and crossbones on the front, grinning about as wildly as the lips on his stubbled face.]
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please...
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see.
An explosion of catastrophe."
"Like nothing you've ever seen before.
Watch closely as I open this door.
Your jaws will be on the floor.
After this, you'll be begging for more."
[Grinning from ear to ear, he starts making his way down to the ring. The crowd is completely into him, cheering loudly and throwing up their signs. Mental rears back his head, seemingly basking in the adulations he's on the receiving end of.]
"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside..."
[Pietka stops in the middle of the aisle, looking to both sides. He slowly raises his hand to the chair slung on his back, and the crowd's reaction gets higher.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
[He steps to face the left side of the arena, shouting to them the following lyrics... with a notible exception... and the crowd answers.]
"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"
[He turns to the right side of the arena.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
[And the process repeats itself.]
"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"
[Pietka then faces foward, and whips the chair out of its sheath and raises it high.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
[Three columns of pyro shoot upward as the chair finishes its trip above EVD's head... guess he DOES need pyro after all... the chair itself is a pretty sight to see. The dull glean of its surgical steel, with the Voodoo Skull logo etched into the back of the chair, and a colored frame right on the seat. Mental's eyes are wide, his mouth open with a gaping, almost frightening, grin.]
[As the pyro dies out, EVD continues his journey to the ring, and then running full speed! He bounds over to the furthest turnbuckle and jumps on, presenting himself to the maddening crowd. They simply go beserk, and cry out louder still as he thrusts his chair into the air once more. Some in the closer rows stand up, fold up the chairs they are sitting on, and thrust them into the air in lieu of signage - The Evil Voodoo Army!]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening.
You've seen that seeing is believing.
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding.
Please check to see if you're still breathing.
Hold tight, 'cause the show, it's not over.
If you will, please, move in closer.
You're about to be bowled over.
By the wonders you're about to behold here."
[Pietka takes the Evil Voodoo Hat off his head, placing it over his heart, and steps onto the top turnbuckle. He bows to the crowd, and then proceeds to moonsault himself off the turnbuckle as he comes back up, placing the hat back onto his head as he flips. The innumerable camera flashes can only be described as an exploding supernova!!!!!]
"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside..."
[Pietka heads up to the fans and hefts his painted Chair in the air!!]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
Stone: FROM CORAL SPRINGS FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS.... HE IS THE STEEL CHAIR SAMURAI!!! THE EVIL VOOODOO ICON... SHOOTFIRE HALL OF FAMER HE IS HEAVY MENTAL
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!!! PIEEEETKAAAA!!!!!!!!
[MASSIVE MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: We’ve got all four men down in the ring, and Boston all of a sudden does not feel like a very safe place to be.
Jim: In one corner we’ve got Dave Pietka and Marcus Davis, two men who have feuded in the past, going up against Vile “Vince” Viper & Andrew Davis. VVV cost Andrew the World Title Belt, Andrew put Pietka out of Shootfire last year, and VVV and Pietka aren’t really big fans of one another.
Sean: Other than that this match seems very normal.
Jim: Normal? This ain’t the British and the French Indians teaming up for the Boston Massacre against the Patriots in Foxboro. There may be teams but they are not friends or allies.
Sean: I hope that there aren’t any children watching, because they’ll never understand US History now.
Jack: It looks like new friends Davis and Viper have decided that AD3 will start the match, and Marcus Davis has stepped into the ring as well.
Jim: Two Davis for the price of one! What is the plural form of Davis?
Sean: Davises? And one is Davi?
**DING DING DING**
Sean: Marcus and Andrew circling one another, sizing each other up, Marcus is bigger and younger, but Andrew obviously has experience on his side.
Jim: I want to point out that the four guys who will be battling for the World Title at Wrestlebowl are all on the smaller side. Shootfire is the premiere wrestling organization in the world, and none of the guys at the top of monstrosities.
Sean: I woulda sworn that “The Mastodon” Nathan Whathisname would be in the main event by now.
Jim: Well I don't care how big you are, not everyone has what it takes to truly become an SPW Superstar.
Sean: Davis and Davis going in for the lockup, and Andrew breaks the hold. It appears that he is motioning for a test of strength. The smaller Andrew wants to have a test of strength with the Dream.
Jim: It’s a trap... but is it a trap if you know it’s a trap?
Sean: Marcus staring at Andrew, Andrew egging him on, wanting to have a battle of muscles. Marcus gives in, locks in the left hand, goes for the right… Marcus blasts Andrew across the thigh with a kick!
Jim: Andrew breaks the grip and starts massaging his leg, he had to expect Marcus to expect the worst.
Sean: Andrew shakes off the attack and challenges for the test of strength again!?!
Jim: He’s got a plan and he’s sticking with it, no matter how stupid.
Sean: Marcus shrugs his shoulders and goes for the lockup. Left hand is locked, right hand… Marcus whips Andrew towards the ropes and he hits the opposite ropes. Marcus and Andrew flying back at one another, Marcus with a basement dropkick, Andrew leaps over, both men hit the ropes again, back at each other, Andrew with the basement dropkick which Marcus Davis leaps over, avoiding the kick. Andrew stands up, Marcus hits the ropes, Andrew leaps – HEADSHOT!
Jim: NO! Marcus pushes off Andrew, who lands on his feet and backs away from Marcus Davis, and he’s clapping? I shall clap too.
[Jim Monroe stands up and starts to clap.]
Jim: Sean get up, I’m with Andrew, that was impressive. Let’s all clap for Marcus!
Sean: And you think that he’s doing this with not one little bit of sarcasm?
Jim: When has AD3 ever been sarcastic? EVER?
Sean: Andrew stops his clapping and points at Dave Pietka, saying that he wants to match up with Mr. Voodoo himself. In 2008, Andrew & Dave tore Shootfire asunder in their quest to enter the Hall of Fame. Dave got in, and Andrew sent him out of Shootfire.
Jim: Marcus seems okay with letting Dave Pietka do the work, ANDREW BLINDSIDES HIM! Never, ever turn your back on the Lightweight Legend!
Sean: Andrew drags Marcus up and sends him back down with a quick snap suplex. Andrew drops a quick elbow, marshals Marcus to his feet and whips him into his corner, making the tag to new best pal VVV.
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Viper enters the ring as Referee Charles Eden separates Andrew from Marcus, trying to make sure that there is a clean break – Viper eye gouges Marcus!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Shocking! Breaking news!
Sean: Viper in control, locking in a headlock, dragging the Dream into the center of the ring. Marcus shoves Viper off, but Viper grabs onto Davis’ hair and drags him back into the headlock.
Jim: That’s a fair move.
Sean: In what sense?
Jim: He wasn’t forced to have hair that long or ridiculous.
Sean: Viper uses the momentum to run forward and drives Marcus’ face into the mat with a bulldog! He’s up and drops an elbow. Quickly up, drops another elbow!
Jim: Wrinkled Lightning!
Sean: Viper stands up and moves across the ring, waiting for Marcus to rise. Marcus is on his feet, Viper charges and Marcus ducks the lariat, and fires a roundhouse to the right thigh! Left leg to the chest! Another right! Another left!
Jim: Karate Kid!
Sean: Racist! Viper is taking a beating and the Dream follows it up with a jumping extended back kick to Viper’s chest, sending him to the mat! Marcus goes heels over head, standing moonsault! Viper rolls over to Andrew Davis and tags him in!
Jim: Was that a tag or a chop? And will he love you, long time?
Sean: Viper rolls to the floor and Andrew Davis wants to know what the hell is going on – missile dropkick by Marcus Davis and the Lightweight Legend crashes into Viper on the outside! Viper and Andrew trying to get up, Marcus Davis sizing them up and he sprints towards the opposite ropes, hits them, bouncing back, CARTWHEEL MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Marcus Davis just crushed VVV & AD3! All three men down on the outside – wait, what the hell is Eden saying?
Sean: The ref signals that Dave Pietka is the man in the ring for his team. Let’s see the replay – sure enough, when Marcus hit the ropes, the ever impatient Hardcore Godsend slapped him on the back…
Jim: I’m sure he was complimenting the Dream on the job he was doing.
Sean: …And now he is the official man in the ring. Wait, he’s charging the ropes – CORKSCREW PLANCHA! ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: He took out his own partner!
Sean: Who won’t be his partner after tonight. Pietka back to his feet, slides into the ring and raises his arms, the Voodoo Army is strong in New England! Marcus Davis grabs Vile and tosses him into the ring, to the waiting EVD.
Jim: Marcus doesn’t seem to be upset about the flying Pietka. He would have done the exact same thing, given the opportunity.
Sean: Evil Voodoo Dave pulls Viper up, whip to the ropes, swings the Pietka Bomber VILE HUNG ON! AND VIPER OFF THE SIDE HE NAILS THE SATAN'S STRUT!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: DAVE PIETKA WITH AN UNCHARACTERISTIC MISTAKE AND VILE TOOK ADVANTAGE!! VVV WITH THE COVER!!!
Sean: BOSTON COMES ALIVE!!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOO!! DAVE PIETKA KICKED OUT!!!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Vile Vince Viper is in shock! Dave is still alive and VVV is snarling, pulling the man up and screaming at him for kicking out of his own finishing maneuver! VVV punches Dave in the nose, and locking in the side of the head begins ramming his fist into Dave's face, causing blood to flow from both nostrils! Viper is swearing and jumps to jam the bulldog, Pietka right into the canvas as Viper gets up running his mouth, basking in the full tremendous reaction of pure and total hatred!!!]
[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Vile Vince Viper has just beaten Dave Pietka into smithereens and no one, NO ONE turns a crowd like VVV! The Virtuous One! The former SPW And RAW World Champion! The former God of Shootfire Pro Wrestl-
Sean: One half of GAY!
Jim: *SLAP!*
Sean: OW.
Jim: Had to be done. Vile Vince Viper pointing out across the crowd, telling them all not to kick out of his finisher and I think the man's finally gone off his meds. VVV over to Dave, to drag him up and PIETKA with the shoulder into the stomach!!
[The crowd pops as Dave rams Viper again, but VVV bashes him across the face with his hip! Pietka goes sideways and VVV gutwrenches him into the air to twist and smash the backbreaker! Marcus Davis looks on in concern from his corner, shouting to Dave to come to. Opposite the side, Andrew stands there, clearly enjoying what he is seeing as Vile Vince Viper puts in the badmouth in EVD's ear.]
Sean: Dave Pietka hurting and trying to push up, trying to get up AS VILE KICKS HIM IN THE RIBS!!
Jim: Nicely done, no respect, no compassion shown from one Hall of Famer to another.
Sean: Were you expecting any at all? VVV who we thought was going to the main event of Wrestlebowl instead will not and perhaps taking out all his frustrations on Evil Voodoo Dave, now hauling Pietka up and runs him at the corner through the ropes and SHOULDER FIRST into that pole!
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NAILED HIM!! Pietka stumbling back and Viper wrenching in that arm, wrapping it over the top rope and pulling at it, as he tries to dislocate the shoulder and end EVD's chances at winning the vacant title as well!
Sean: Viper doing serious damage as Eden counts one, two, three, four! VIPER letting go but I believe that's more so he can inflict more damage, he doesn't care about the rules. The Icon to his knees, and Viper takes his head UP Spinning Neckbreaker puts him back down. And VVV taking his damn sweet time in there. Andrew Davis reaching over the side, shouting for the tag-
[Viper turns and spits at his partner! The fans explode as Davis leaps in over the side and the Referee instantly has to jump to stop the former World's Champ from attacking! Andrew is yelling at Vile and Viper takes the opportunity to choke Dave Pietka out across the second rope! Pietka is struggling as Marcus shouts to the Referee, who can barely get Andrew Davis back out of the ring!]
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: His own partner helping him out inadvertently! That's why Vile is the best!
Sean: Yeah he's okay... thank God there is and will only ever be ONE VVV. Vile Vince Viper choking Dave Pietka down, and practically out as Pietka can only lay on the mat and bleed- that's Dave freaking Pietka there not some greenhorn from the Killzone! A former SPW World Heavyweight Champ who's been reduced to a bleeding mass!
Jim: VVV taking Dave Pietka up, and Andrew finally back out of the ring. Viper takes Pietka back against the ropes and lets fly with the knife edge chop!
***SSSSSSSSMAAAAAACK!!!!***
Sean: PIETKA ANSWERS WITH AN ELBOW!
Jim: VVV takes it! And hits back again!
***SSSSSSSSSSSMAAAAAACK!!!!***
Sean: OH!! And- AND PIETKA WITH AN ELBOW AGAIN!!
[Viper goes stumbling, and tries to right himself. Coming back he shouts and throws the knife edge but EVD ducks and turning around throws the discus Pietka Bomber that knocks Vile on his ass! The fans cheer out as Dave rushes and makes the tag out to Marcus Davis!]
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VVV UP AND MARCUS DAVIS WITH THE CLOTHESLINE!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: VIPER UP! AND MARCUS WITH THE SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VVV to his feet! And Marcus Davis ducks and TOSSES HIM HIGH with the Back Body Drop!!
[The fans in Boston are celebrating as Vile rolls up cussing, hand on his lower back. Begging away he tries to get to his feet and rushes to lunge at Marcus but Davis drops! Vile hops over him and heads to his corner, then yells for the tag! Andrew Davis thinks- and swings the kick clear over the side to catch Viper upside his skull!!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MARCUS DAVIS CATCHING VIPER TAKES HIM UP AND SLAMS THE SPINEBUSTER!!
Jim: PLANTED HIM NEARLY THROUGH THE MAT! And Marcus Davis signaling he wants to be the World Champ!! Motioning for the belt as he goes to take Vile Vince Viper up for the Sudden Stop, that patented finishing maneuver-
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VIPER BITING HIS NECK!!!
Jim: MARCUS HAMMERING AWAY!! AND BEATS VILE OFF HIS THROAT!!!
[Marcus stumbles away as Vile wraps on the Cobra Clutch and drops to smash the backbreaker! Davis sits up, and keels over as VVV points at Andrew Davis! Heading to the corner, VVV makes his way up to ascend to the very top, as his own partner can't believe it! Vile Vince Viper is swearing and cursing his own partner out, and spreads his arms as if to go for the 540 Degree Swanton Bomb!]
Sean: MARCUS DAVIS LAID OUT!!
Jim: COULD HE!? NOO!!!!!
Sean: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! VILE VINCE VIPER INTO THE AIR AND 540 WHAT THE HELL WAS- VIPER CRASHES INTO THE MAT AND DAMN NEAR BREAKS HIS NECK!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: MISSED HIM BY A MILE! VIPER TRYING TO SHOW UP ANDREW DAVIS AND HE MISSED THE DAVIS DEVICE!! NOT EVEN IN THE SAME SOLAR SYSTEM!!
Sean: HE'S LUCKY HE DIDN'T KILL HIMSELF!!!
[Viper gets up, head swimming as he tries to yell and just collapses on his face. Marcus Davis rolls over, reaching up as he valiantly fights to get to his knees and he tags in to Dave Pietka! Andrew Davis swears for the tag as Pietka steps in and rushing, kicks out a leg to swing it and crashlands the Elbow right into the chest! Viper jolts up as Dave grabs his arm, hauling the veteran up over his shoulder and swinging around, looks for the Evil Voodoo Driver but Viper throws his legs off and takes Pietka over with a Sunset Flip!]
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VVV WITH A SUNSET FLIP ON EVD!!!!
Jim: HE HAD TO! IT'S PRACTICALLY A FREAKIN HANDICAP MATCH NOW!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: WAIT WHO'S THIS!!
Jim: BRADY "BOLTZ" LOWELL!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[From over the railing, Boltz is standing in a black leather jacket and blue jeans, and he grabs Marcus Davis by his legs and rips him off the apron so his head hits the side of the ring! The fans are roaring out as Lowell jumps on Marcus, beating into him with fists as Security rushes down the aisle!!!]
3!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! PIETKA KICKED OUT!!
Sean: AND BOLTZ showing them a -a -a pass!? No, a security card? What is this! Is he ALLOWED to be here!? We haven't seen him in over a year! How the hell did he even get in here!
Jim: And untouched by Security! Brady Lowell heading up the aisle and oh the damage has been done, Marcus Davis laid out and busted open- and on the stage oh no Sensuous Samantha.
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Boltz smiles towards SSB and passes her for the back as Samantha stares, beginning to smile and she turns to follow Lowell through the curtains. Security and the Medics make their way down for Marcus as Vile Vince Viper has Pietka in the corner. VVV is punching away at the guts of EVD, shooting in rights and lefts and follows through with a tremendous European Uppercut that sends Pietka to the canvas!]
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Well, thanks to Brady "Boltz" Lowell, Marcus Davis no longer a factor in this match. Vile Vince Viper tenderizing Dave Pietka and just battling him ferocious, now foot in the throat and pulling back to choke him out!
Jim: Referee with the four count again- we could be seeing a Disqualification if Vile's not ah what I'm I saying he doesn't care. This is Vile Vince Viper we're talking about! Legend!
Sean: No kidding and VVV on the attack, but the Referee to drag him back and PIETKA INSIDE HE NAILS THE LOWBLOW TO VILE!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ROCHAMBEAU ON VVV! AND THE REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT!!
Jim: I'D DO THE EXACT SAME THING! VILE WAS KILLING HIM!!
Sean: AND DAVE PIETKA INSIDE TO PULL VVV UP ACROSS HIS SHOULDERS!!
Jim: PIETKA WANTS TO BE WORLD CHAMP!
Sean: AND LOOKING TOWARDS DAVIS! EVD DROPS THE LEG AND DRIVES VILE RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!!!
[MEGA MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: VVV BOUNCED ON HIS SKULL! AND NOW EVD WITH THE LEG!!
[Andrew Davis steps a knee in... then decides not to and pulls out as the Ref makes the count!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!*
Stone: AND YOUR WINNERS! THE TEAM OF DAVE PIETKA AND MARCUS! DAVIS!!!
[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND DAVE PIETKA PINS VILE VINCE VIPER!! AND HE IS ON HIS WAY TO WRESTLEBOWL WHERE HE WILL FACE ANDREW DAVIS AND MARCUS DAVIS!
Jim: ANDREW UNIMPRESSED! AND PIETKA TELLING HIM OFF! AND SHOUTING TO THE ENTIRE SHOOTFIRE FAITHFUL AUDIENCE!!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Vile Vince Viper laid out, Dave Pietka standing tall victorious, except for the bleeding face and lifeless arm EVD still looks like he survived through hell and lived to tell about it. I know Jim that any of these men, VVV included, could become the next SPW World Heavyweight Champion but after tonight, the momentum has got to be on EVD and Marcus's side. True, Andrew Davis may not have cared about Vile but the record sites will show a win for EVD and Davis and a loss for Andrew and Vile. Well fans, that's about all the time we have for our Conquest Main Event, your winners, Marcus Davis and Dave Pietka, Pietka with the Evil Voodoo Driver on the Hall of Famer, the Living Legend, Vile Vince Viper. Incredible.
Jim: What a night!!! Thank for you joining us!!!
[Fade out.]
[As the thumping bass from Kanye West’s “Flashing Lights” rock the arena, the crowd rises to its feet. A wall of light bulbs appears on the SPWTron, flashing in time to the music.]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[The lights flash on, spelling out “THE AGE OF.”]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[The lights spell out “ANDREW”]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[“DAVIS”]
# Flashing lights, lights #
[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 h'orderves, 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 the words on the screen flash in time to the music: Davis, Andrew, AD3. 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.]
# 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 takes a deep breath, taking in the moment, then flashing a brilliant smile.. A brace on his right knee reminds of his previously broken leg, and his face reminds that he isn’t the young guy who entered Shootfire ten years prior. Older, wiser, brasher, cooler, Shootfire’s second Grand Slam Champion & first 3-time World Champion starts to walk down to the ring, the lights causing a strobe effect. Andrew appears on the ramp, disappears, then appears a few feet closer, the gold light reflecting off his D&G sunglasses.]
# 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 #
[As Andrew enters the ring, the SPWTron flips to Davis hitting his devastating “Headshot” finisher, dropping the likes of Sammy Knight, Vile “Vince” Viper, DeathKnell, Jasy ONeil, Scott Starring, James O’Connor, a double Headshot on Marissa Monet & Eddie Christian, referee Shane Dreamer, and more! Andrew flashes a million dollar smile as he sees his handiwork, nailing everyone and anyone with the “Headshot.”]
# 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. Davis looks out at the masses, basking in the attention, letting it empower him, a devious glint in his eye.]
Stone: INTRODUCING NOW... A FORMER SPW WORLD TAG TEAM, DIAMOND, PLATINUM, AND THE FIRST EVER THREE TIME WORLD CHAMPION!! FROM MALIBU, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5 FOOT 10, WEIGHING IN AT 210 SVELTE POUNDS, THIS IS THE AGE OF....
AAAAANNNNNDREW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: Andrew Davis is very interested in this match tonight, as these are the men that stand in his way to recapture the World Title.
Jim: Recapture? When did he lose the belt? When he was mugged by Chad Allen, the Children of Hardcore, the King of Snakes, and Sammy Knight? Is that the incident that you’re referring to?
Sean: According to Kieran Rae…
Jim: According to Kieran Rae, the “Third Wheel” Sean O’Brady deserves a job on Conquest. She’s not infallible.
Stone: HIS PARTNER... FROM BUCHAREST, ROMANIA... WEIGHING IN AT 259 POUNDS... HE IS...
VIIIIILE "VIIIIIINCE" VIIIIIIIIIIPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[The crowd break into a mixed pop as Vile "Vince" Viper walks to the entrance. The strobe lights dim and a spotlight shines onto the Shootfire icon as he raises his arms in the air. Viper is wearing his black snakeskin shoot with his black gloves. Viper walks down the ramp, the crowd beginning to boo him more than cheer. Viper rolls into the ring and shares a look with Davis before beginning to warm-up.]
Sean: Vile “Vince” Viper claims that the end of his career is right around the corner, and that this will be one of his final matches in Shootfire Pro. And because I believe every since word Viper says, he isn’t retiring.
Jim: He should Satan’s Strut you right here for saying such horrible things.
Sean: We’re talking about Vip…
Jim: HORRIBLE!
[The soft tender tones of "Requiem For A Dream" begins playing the violins and accompanying harrowing sounds create a somber fixation. The crowd raises to their feet, as the music continues to fill the arena. The Shootfire screen flickers, cutting to the words, Code Of Honor in light blue letters on a white background. The firm voice of Galadriel shoots through the arena.]
"In Your Time Of Greatest Need
When All Hope Is Lost Beyond Recall"
[Smoke begins to billow around the entry way. Shrieks are heard from all corners of the arena, as everyone is heavily anticipating the appearance of the Marcus Davis. Visions of faces racked with despair, pain, and the uncertainty of survival begin to flash over our screen. One by one each face leaves a heavy impression in even the heart of the most stalwart of viewer.]
"Even During The Most Dire Of Times
You May Still Have One Last Opportunity For Survival"
[The music quickly approaches a crescendo. More visions of those entrenched is desperate situations flash over the screen, seamlessly integrating with the solemn mood of the music.]
"Look Over To Your Loved
Ones Let Them Know Help Still Remains"
[The lights in the arena suddenly go dark, flashbulbs start to flash around the Arena. Silence drops, further building up the anticipation of “The Dream” Marcus Davis entering the arena. The voice of Galadriel breaks the silence.]
"The Code Has Yet To Be Broken
The Code Will Save Us All"
["Requiem" hits its crescendo as the lead singer of the group RealSide, Dirty M's voice blasts over the arena just as the lights raise.]
"The Code Is Lookin At The Enemy
Bout
To
Make Them Remember Their Honor
Never Afraid To Stand Up For What's Right
They Ain?t Bout To Back Down From a Fight"
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Marcus Davis walks out onto the stage, alone. He’s wearing the brand new, "Solve The Code" Code Of Honor shirts, with match light blue sweat pants. Marcus raises his hands in the shape of an H causing an explosion to go off behind him!!!]
****BBBOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*****
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Every Night On Conquest Their Lookin For Ya
No Reason To Hide, Cause
They Gonna Find Ya
You Gotta Problem
Take It Up Wit Them In Their Ring"
[Guitar rifts and the thunderous styling of Jeremy C on the drums blasts through the arena. Marcus Davis interacts with fans, slapping hands with the COH fans in Boston.]
"The Code Can't Be Broken
This Code Can't Be Solved
Stay Away From The Code
Only The Worthy Can Know The Code"
[Davis slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles, soaking up the admiration from the Shootfire faithful. The camera sweeps around the crowd showing most of the crowd screaming and yelling!]
Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REPRESENTING CODE OF HONOR, FROM TAMPA FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 235 POUNDS HERE IS THE DREAM...
MAAAAAAAAAAARRRRCCUUUSSSSSS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVIIISSSS!!!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Marcus Davis, the youngest competitor in this match, will have his hands full at Wrestlebowl trying to handle the craftiness of vets VVV, AD3, and EVD.
Jim: It’s going to be a big ol’ Craft Show!
[The lights go out except for the big screen... where we see a shot of an 'SPW' branded chair as the chair lowers showing the smiling face and perennial crooked top hat of the one and only Evil Voodoo Icon....]
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Mental: Shhhhhhhhh...
[Everyone in the arena... and we mean EVERYONE... gets quiet.]
Dave Pietka: It's.... SHOWTIIIIIIIIIME!
[Instantly, we hear the hard rock guitar opening of Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" and the lights rocket back on, a heavy spotlight on the entrance ramp. The crowd, already hyped up, starts to go insane once they see a thin man, at least compared to most of the men on the roster. His t-shirt, which is tucked into the loose-fitting blue jeans he's wearing, has an anime-style drawing of himself on it in a rather elaborate pose, holding what looks to be a steel chair behind his back. What seems to be a case of life-imitating-art, the man does happen to have a steel chair on his back, resting in some kind of sling or sheath. On his head is a large, black, cloth top hat with a stuffed skull and crossbones on the front, grinning about as wildly as the lips on his stubbled face.]
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please...
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see.
An explosion of catastrophe."
"Like nothing you've ever seen before.
Watch closely as I open this door.
Your jaws will be on the floor.
After this, you'll be begging for more."
[Grinning from ear to ear, he starts making his way down to the ring. The crowd is completely into him, cheering loudly and throwing up their signs. Mental rears back his head, seemingly basking in the adulations he's on the receiving end of.]
"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside..."
[Pietka stops in the middle of the aisle, looking to both sides. He slowly raises his hand to the chair slung on his back, and the crowd's reaction gets higher.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
[He steps to face the left side of the arena, shouting to them the following lyrics... with a notible exception... and the crowd answers.]
"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"
[He turns to the right side of the arena.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
[And the process repeats itself.]
"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"
[Pietka then faces foward, and whips the chair out of its sheath and raises it high.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
[Three columns of pyro shoot upward as the chair finishes its trip above EVD's head... guess he DOES need pyro after all... the chair itself is a pretty sight to see. The dull glean of its surgical steel, with the Voodoo Skull logo etched into the back of the chair, and a colored frame right on the seat. Mental's eyes are wide, his mouth open with a gaping, almost frightening, grin.]
[As the pyro dies out, EVD continues his journey to the ring, and then running full speed! He bounds over to the furthest turnbuckle and jumps on, presenting himself to the maddening crowd. They simply go beserk, and cry out louder still as he thrusts his chair into the air once more. Some in the closer rows stand up, fold up the chairs they are sitting on, and thrust them into the air in lieu of signage - The Evil Voodoo Army!]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening.
You've seen that seeing is believing.
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding.
Please check to see if you're still breathing.
Hold tight, 'cause the show, it's not over.
If you will, please, move in closer.
You're about to be bowled over.
By the wonders you're about to behold here."
[Pietka takes the Evil Voodoo Hat off his head, placing it over his heart, and steps onto the top turnbuckle. He bows to the crowd, and then proceeds to moonsault himself off the turnbuckle as he comes back up, placing the hat back onto his head as he flips. The innumerable camera flashes can only be described as an exploding supernova!!!!!]
"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside..."
[Pietka heads up to the fans and hefts his painted Chair in the air!!]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
Stone: FROM CORAL SPRINGS FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS.... HE IS THE STEEL CHAIR SAMURAI!!! THE EVIL VOOODOO ICON... SHOOTFIRE HALL OF FAMER HE IS HEAVY MENTAL
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!!! PIEEEETKAAAA!!!!!!!!
[MASSIVE MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: We’ve got all four men down in the ring, and Boston all of a sudden does not feel like a very safe place to be.
Jim: In one corner we’ve got Dave Pietka and Marcus Davis, two men who have feuded in the past, going up against Vile “Vince” Viper & Andrew Davis. VVV cost Andrew the World Title Belt, Andrew put Pietka out of Shootfire last year, and VVV and Pietka aren’t really big fans of one another.
Sean: Other than that this match seems very normal.
Jim: Normal? This ain’t the British and the French Indians teaming up for the Boston Massacre against the Patriots in Foxboro. There may be teams but they are not friends or allies.
Sean: I hope that there aren’t any children watching, because they’ll never understand US History now.
Jack: It looks like new friends Davis and Viper have decided that AD3 will start the match, and Marcus Davis has stepped into the ring as well.
Jim: Two Davis for the price of one! What is the plural form of Davis?
Sean: Davises? And one is Davi?
**DING DING DING**
Sean: Marcus and Andrew circling one another, sizing each other up, Marcus is bigger and younger, but Andrew obviously has experience on his side.
Jim: I want to point out that the four guys who will be battling for the World Title at Wrestlebowl are all on the smaller side. Shootfire is the premiere wrestling organization in the world, and none of the guys at the top of monstrosities.
Sean: I woulda sworn that “The Mastodon” Nathan Whathisname would be in the main event by now.
Jim: Well I don't care how big you are, not everyone has what it takes to truly become an SPW Superstar.
Sean: Davis and Davis going in for the lockup, and Andrew breaks the hold. It appears that he is motioning for a test of strength. The smaller Andrew wants to have a test of strength with the Dream.
Jim: It’s a trap... but is it a trap if you know it’s a trap?
Sean: Marcus staring at Andrew, Andrew egging him on, wanting to have a battle of muscles. Marcus gives in, locks in the left hand, goes for the right… Marcus blasts Andrew across the thigh with a kick!
Jim: Andrew breaks the grip and starts massaging his leg, he had to expect Marcus to expect the worst.
Sean: Andrew shakes off the attack and challenges for the test of strength again!?!
Jim: He’s got a plan and he’s sticking with it, no matter how stupid.
Sean: Marcus shrugs his shoulders and goes for the lockup. Left hand is locked, right hand… Marcus whips Andrew towards the ropes and he hits the opposite ropes. Marcus and Andrew flying back at one another, Marcus with a basement dropkick, Andrew leaps over, both men hit the ropes again, back at each other, Andrew with the basement dropkick which Marcus Davis leaps over, avoiding the kick. Andrew stands up, Marcus hits the ropes, Andrew leaps – HEADSHOT!
Jim: NO! Marcus pushes off Andrew, who lands on his feet and backs away from Marcus Davis, and he’s clapping? I shall clap too.
[Jim Monroe stands up and starts to clap.]
Jim: Sean get up, I’m with Andrew, that was impressive. Let’s all clap for Marcus!
Sean: And you think that he’s doing this with not one little bit of sarcasm?
Jim: When has AD3 ever been sarcastic? EVER?
Sean: Andrew stops his clapping and points at Dave Pietka, saying that he wants to match up with Mr. Voodoo himself. In 2008, Andrew & Dave tore Shootfire asunder in their quest to enter the Hall of Fame. Dave got in, and Andrew sent him out of Shootfire.
Jim: Marcus seems okay with letting Dave Pietka do the work, ANDREW BLINDSIDES HIM! Never, ever turn your back on the Lightweight Legend!
Sean: Andrew drags Marcus up and sends him back down with a quick snap suplex. Andrew drops a quick elbow, marshals Marcus to his feet and whips him into his corner, making the tag to new best pal VVV.
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Viper enters the ring as Referee Charles Eden separates Andrew from Marcus, trying to make sure that there is a clean break – Viper eye gouges Marcus!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Shocking! Breaking news!
Sean: Viper in control, locking in a headlock, dragging the Dream into the center of the ring. Marcus shoves Viper off, but Viper grabs onto Davis’ hair and drags him back into the headlock.
Jim: That’s a fair move.
Sean: In what sense?
Jim: He wasn’t forced to have hair that long or ridiculous.
Sean: Viper uses the momentum to run forward and drives Marcus’ face into the mat with a bulldog! He’s up and drops an elbow. Quickly up, drops another elbow!
Jim: Wrinkled Lightning!
Sean: Viper stands up and moves across the ring, waiting for Marcus to rise. Marcus is on his feet, Viper charges and Marcus ducks the lariat, and fires a roundhouse to the right thigh! Left leg to the chest! Another right! Another left!
Jim: Karate Kid!
Sean: Racist! Viper is taking a beating and the Dream follows it up with a jumping extended back kick to Viper’s chest, sending him to the mat! Marcus goes heels over head, standing moonsault! Viper rolls over to Andrew Davis and tags him in!
Jim: Was that a tag or a chop? And will he love you, long time?
Sean: Viper rolls to the floor and Andrew Davis wants to know what the hell is going on – missile dropkick by Marcus Davis and the Lightweight Legend crashes into Viper on the outside! Viper and Andrew trying to get up, Marcus Davis sizing them up and he sprints towards the opposite ropes, hits them, bouncing back, CARTWHEEL MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Marcus Davis just crushed VVV & AD3! All three men down on the outside – wait, what the hell is Eden saying?
Sean: The ref signals that Dave Pietka is the man in the ring for his team. Let’s see the replay – sure enough, when Marcus hit the ropes, the ever impatient Hardcore Godsend slapped him on the back…
Jim: I’m sure he was complimenting the Dream on the job he was doing.
Sean: …And now he is the official man in the ring. Wait, he’s charging the ropes – CORKSCREW PLANCHA! ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: He took out his own partner!
Sean: Who won’t be his partner after tonight. Pietka back to his feet, slides into the ring and raises his arms, the Voodoo Army is strong in New England! Marcus Davis grabs Vile and tosses him into the ring, to the waiting EVD.
Jim: Marcus doesn’t seem to be upset about the flying Pietka. He would have done the exact same thing, given the opportunity.
Sean: Evil Voodoo Dave pulls Viper up, whip to the ropes, swings the Pietka Bomber VILE HUNG ON! AND VIPER OFF THE SIDE HE NAILS THE SATAN'S STRUT!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: DAVE PIETKA WITH AN UNCHARACTERISTIC MISTAKE AND VILE TOOK ADVANTAGE!! VVV WITH THE COVER!!!
Sean: BOSTON COMES ALIVE!!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOO!! DAVE PIETKA KICKED OUT!!!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Vile Vince Viper is in shock! Dave is still alive and VVV is snarling, pulling the man up and screaming at him for kicking out of his own finishing maneuver! VVV punches Dave in the nose, and locking in the side of the head begins ramming his fist into Dave's face, causing blood to flow from both nostrils! Viper is swearing and jumps to jam the bulldog, Pietka right into the canvas as Viper gets up running his mouth, basking in the full tremendous reaction of pure and total hatred!!!]
[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Vile Vince Viper has just beaten Dave Pietka into smithereens and no one, NO ONE turns a crowd like VVV! The Virtuous One! The former SPW And RAW World Champion! The former God of Shootfire Pro Wrestl-
Sean: One half of GAY!
Jim: *SLAP!*
Sean: OW.
Jim: Had to be done. Vile Vince Viper pointing out across the crowd, telling them all not to kick out of his finisher and I think the man's finally gone off his meds. VVV over to Dave, to drag him up and PIETKA with the shoulder into the stomach!!
[The crowd pops as Dave rams Viper again, but VVV bashes him across the face with his hip! Pietka goes sideways and VVV gutwrenches him into the air to twist and smash the backbreaker! Marcus Davis looks on in concern from his corner, shouting to Dave to come to. Opposite the side, Andrew stands there, clearly enjoying what he is seeing as Vile Vince Viper puts in the badmouth in EVD's ear.]
Sean: Dave Pietka hurting and trying to push up, trying to get up AS VILE KICKS HIM IN THE RIBS!!
Jim: Nicely done, no respect, no compassion shown from one Hall of Famer to another.
Sean: Were you expecting any at all? VVV who we thought was going to the main event of Wrestlebowl instead will not and perhaps taking out all his frustrations on Evil Voodoo Dave, now hauling Pietka up and runs him at the corner through the ropes and SHOULDER FIRST into that pole!
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NAILED HIM!! Pietka stumbling back and Viper wrenching in that arm, wrapping it over the top rope and pulling at it, as he tries to dislocate the shoulder and end EVD's chances at winning the vacant title as well!
Sean: Viper doing serious damage as Eden counts one, two, three, four! VIPER letting go but I believe that's more so he can inflict more damage, he doesn't care about the rules. The Icon to his knees, and Viper takes his head UP Spinning Neckbreaker puts him back down. And VVV taking his damn sweet time in there. Andrew Davis reaching over the side, shouting for the tag-
[Viper turns and spits at his partner! The fans explode as Davis leaps in over the side and the Referee instantly has to jump to stop the former World's Champ from attacking! Andrew is yelling at Vile and Viper takes the opportunity to choke Dave Pietka out across the second rope! Pietka is struggling as Marcus shouts to the Referee, who can barely get Andrew Davis back out of the ring!]
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: His own partner helping him out inadvertently! That's why Vile is the best!
Sean: Yeah he's okay... thank God there is and will only ever be ONE VVV. Vile Vince Viper choking Dave Pietka down, and practically out as Pietka can only lay on the mat and bleed- that's Dave freaking Pietka there not some greenhorn from the Killzone! A former SPW World Heavyweight Champ who's been reduced to a bleeding mass!
Jim: VVV taking Dave Pietka up, and Andrew finally back out of the ring. Viper takes Pietka back against the ropes and lets fly with the knife edge chop!
***SSSSSSSSMAAAAAACK!!!!***
Sean: PIETKA ANSWERS WITH AN ELBOW!
Jim: VVV takes it! And hits back again!
***SSSSSSSSSSSMAAAAAACK!!!!***
Sean: OH!! And- AND PIETKA WITH AN ELBOW AGAIN!!
[Viper goes stumbling, and tries to right himself. Coming back he shouts and throws the knife edge but EVD ducks and turning around throws the discus Pietka Bomber that knocks Vile on his ass! The fans cheer out as Dave rushes and makes the tag out to Marcus Davis!]
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VVV UP AND MARCUS DAVIS WITH THE CLOTHESLINE!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: VIPER UP! AND MARCUS WITH THE SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VVV to his feet! And Marcus Davis ducks and TOSSES HIM HIGH with the Back Body Drop!!
[The fans in Boston are celebrating as Vile rolls up cussing, hand on his lower back. Begging away he tries to get to his feet and rushes to lunge at Marcus but Davis drops! Vile hops over him and heads to his corner, then yells for the tag! Andrew Davis thinks- and swings the kick clear over the side to catch Viper upside his skull!!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MARCUS DAVIS CATCHING VIPER TAKES HIM UP AND SLAMS THE SPINEBUSTER!!
Jim: PLANTED HIM NEARLY THROUGH THE MAT! And Marcus Davis signaling he wants to be the World Champ!! Motioning for the belt as he goes to take Vile Vince Viper up for the Sudden Stop, that patented finishing maneuver-
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VIPER BITING HIS NECK!!!
Jim: MARCUS HAMMERING AWAY!! AND BEATS VILE OFF HIS THROAT!!!
[Marcus stumbles away as Vile wraps on the Cobra Clutch and drops to smash the backbreaker! Davis sits up, and keels over as VVV points at Andrew Davis! Heading to the corner, VVV makes his way up to ascend to the very top, as his own partner can't believe it! Vile Vince Viper is swearing and cursing his own partner out, and spreads his arms as if to go for the 540 Degree Swanton Bomb!]
Sean: MARCUS DAVIS LAID OUT!!
Jim: COULD HE!? NOO!!!!!
Sean: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! VILE VINCE VIPER INTO THE AIR AND 540 WHAT THE HELL WAS- VIPER CRASHES INTO THE MAT AND DAMN NEAR BREAKS HIS NECK!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: MISSED HIM BY A MILE! VIPER TRYING TO SHOW UP ANDREW DAVIS AND HE MISSED THE DAVIS DEVICE!! NOT EVEN IN THE SAME SOLAR SYSTEM!!
Sean: HE'S LUCKY HE DIDN'T KILL HIMSELF!!!
[Viper gets up, head swimming as he tries to yell and just collapses on his face. Marcus Davis rolls over, reaching up as he valiantly fights to get to his knees and he tags in to Dave Pietka! Andrew Davis swears for the tag as Pietka steps in and rushing, kicks out a leg to swing it and crashlands the Elbow right into the chest! Viper jolts up as Dave grabs his arm, hauling the veteran up over his shoulder and swinging around, looks for the Evil Voodoo Driver but Viper throws his legs off and takes Pietka over with a Sunset Flip!]
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: VVV WITH A SUNSET FLIP ON EVD!!!!
Jim: HE HAD TO! IT'S PRACTICALLY A FREAKIN HANDICAP MATCH NOW!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: WAIT WHO'S THIS!!
Jim: BRADY "BOLTZ" LOWELL!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[From over the railing, Boltz is standing in a black leather jacket and blue jeans, and he grabs Marcus Davis by his legs and rips him off the apron so his head hits the side of the ring! The fans are roaring out as Lowell jumps on Marcus, beating into him with fists as Security rushes down the aisle!!!]
3!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! PIETKA KICKED OUT!!
Sean: AND BOLTZ showing them a -a -a pass!? No, a security card? What is this! Is he ALLOWED to be here!? We haven't seen him in over a year! How the hell did he even get in here!
Jim: And untouched by Security! Brady Lowell heading up the aisle and oh the damage has been done, Marcus Davis laid out and busted open- and on the stage oh no Sensuous Samantha.
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Boltz smiles towards SSB and passes her for the back as Samantha stares, beginning to smile and she turns to follow Lowell through the curtains. Security and the Medics make their way down for Marcus as Vile Vince Viper has Pietka in the corner. VVV is punching away at the guts of EVD, shooting in rights and lefts and follows through with a tremendous European Uppercut that sends Pietka to the canvas!]
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Well, thanks to Brady "Boltz" Lowell, Marcus Davis no longer a factor in this match. Vile Vince Viper tenderizing Dave Pietka and just battling him ferocious, now foot in the throat and pulling back to choke him out!
Jim: Referee with the four count again- we could be seeing a Disqualification if Vile's not ah what I'm I saying he doesn't care. This is Vile Vince Viper we're talking about! Legend!
Sean: No kidding and VVV on the attack, but the Referee to drag him back and PIETKA INSIDE HE NAILS THE LOWBLOW TO VILE!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ROCHAMBEAU ON VVV! AND THE REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT!!
Jim: I'D DO THE EXACT SAME THING! VILE WAS KILLING HIM!!
Sean: AND DAVE PIETKA INSIDE TO PULL VVV UP ACROSS HIS SHOULDERS!!
Jim: PIETKA WANTS TO BE WORLD CHAMP!
Sean: AND LOOKING TOWARDS DAVIS! EVD DROPS THE LEG AND DRIVES VILE RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!!!
[MEGA MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: VVV BOUNCED ON HIS SKULL! AND NOW EVD WITH THE LEG!!
[Andrew Davis steps a knee in... then decides not to and pulls out as the Ref makes the count!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!*
Stone: AND YOUR WINNERS! THE TEAM OF DAVE PIETKA AND MARCUS! DAVIS!!!
[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND DAVE PIETKA PINS VILE VINCE VIPER!! AND HE IS ON HIS WAY TO WRESTLEBOWL WHERE HE WILL FACE ANDREW DAVIS AND MARCUS DAVIS!
Jim: ANDREW UNIMPRESSED! AND PIETKA TELLING HIM OFF! AND SHOUTING TO THE ENTIRE SHOOTFIRE FAITHFUL AUDIENCE!!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Vile Vince Viper laid out, Dave Pietka standing tall victorious, except for the bleeding face and lifeless arm EVD still looks like he survived through hell and lived to tell about it. I know Jim that any of these men, VVV included, could become the next SPW World Heavyweight Champion but after tonight, the momentum has got to be on EVD and Marcus's side. True, Andrew Davis may not have cared about Vile but the record sites will show a win for EVD and Davis and a loss for Andrew and Vile. Well fans, that's about all the time we have for our Conquest Main Event, your winners, Marcus Davis and Dave Pietka, Pietka with the Evil Voodoo Driver on the Hall of Famer, the Living Legend, Vile Vince Viper. Incredible.
Jim: What a night!!! Thank for you joining us!!!
[Fade out.]
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