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["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 leather jacket and new "Black Label Society" style shirt (on sale at www.shootfireworld.com). He stops for a moment at the top of the ramp to raise his taped right fist high into the air!!]

[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: Jakob Volga coming out to greet his fans, and what a HUGE group of fans he seems to have here tonight!! This place is DEAFENING!!

[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 where he signals for a mic!]

CROWD: VOLGA! VOLGA! VOLGA! VOLGA! VOLGA! VOLGA! VOLGA! VOLGA!

HJV: What is up, SPW?!

[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

HJV: I know it probably sounds cheesy and cliche and all of that, but I don't give a damn, you people make it worth stepping out here each and every night! There is NOTHING I have missed more than all of you fans!!

[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

HJV: Which is why tonight is such a big night for me, because tonight is the night when I finally get the chance to EARN what I still feel is RIGHTFULLY mine, because WHEN...NOT IF...I win my match tonight, I will go to WrestleBowl to WIN the SPW World Heavyweight Championship!!

[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

CROWD: NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP!

HJV: Now I don't want my opponents tonight to think I am overlooking them in any way shape or form, because I am stepping in there with 3 of the BEST in this business right now, Eddie Christian, Whisper, and Chad Allen. But they are mostly just fighting for a shot at the title, but I am fighting for DESTINY, I am fighting for the chance to not just be champion, but to be the FACE of SPW! I want to be YOUR representation out there, to make you PROUD to be not just a fan of SPW, but of wrestling as a whole. This company needs a FIGHTING champion, not some loudmouth braggart, or some corporate puppet, but a true MAN OF THE PEOPLE.

Jim: Is he going for the title or running for public office??

Sean: To Jakob Volga, this is as important as public office, he wants to be the true Man of the People here in SPW!

HJV: I promise you, everyone, if you stand behind me, I will NOT let you down, there will be no groups or gangs trying to help me to reach my goals...

[Jakob waves the camera to come closer...]

HJV: Do you HEAR me, Marsh?! I don't NEED your help, I don't WANT your help, and I don't want to be the "leader" of ANY group that would have someone like SPOOKY DOOM as a member!

[LAUGHTER AND FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

HJV: I am more than able to fight my own battles here in SPW, and that is exactly what I am going to do! The only "group" I need is the people in the arenas and the people who sit down to watch me on their TVs. They are the ones that REALLY matter at the end of the day, and for those people, I will continue to fight my way to the top of the heap here in SPW, and after Wrestlebowl, I will represent them as their CHAMPION!

[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

["Hellrider" kicks back in over the loudspeakers as Jakob hands the mic back to the ringside attendant, and then poses with his fist high in the air in the middle of the ring.]

Sean: "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA TO COMPETE TONIGHT FOR CHANCE AT THE WORLD TITLE AT WRESTLEBOWL!! SPW CONQUEST BEGINS NOW!

BRADY "BOLTZ" LOWELL vs BIG BOB BRADY


"I against I,
Flesh of my flesh,
And mind of my mind,
Two of a kind but one won't survive
My images reflect in the enemies eye
And his images reflect in mine the same time..."
 
 
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
[As the first few verses of “I Against I” by Mos Def blast throughout the speakers, the crowd stands in unison, 
eyes fixed on the entrance way. Out of the entrance steps Brady “Boltz” Lowell. Lowell stands just outside the 
curtain as around him dark blue fireworks shoot out of cannons on each side of the entrance ramp. The 
reaction of the crowd intensifies, the chorus of boos becoming louder and louder.  Lowell stands with his 
hands on his hips, unimpressed and with a cocky grin on his face. His muscular upper body is littered with 
battle scars and his lower body adorns long black tights, the name “BOLTZ” spelled out in red letters. On 
his wrists are black and red wristbands, and he adjusts them, surveying the moment.]
 
"Right here is where the end gon' start at,
Conflict, contact 'n' combat,
Fighters stand where the land is marked at,
Settle the dispute about who the livest,
Three word answer, 'Whoever survive this'
Only one of us can ride forever--So you and I cant ride together
Can't live or cant die together, all we can do is collide together
So I skillfully apply the pressure, won't stop until I'm forever...one!"
 
[Lowell makes his way to the middle of the ramp with his slow, cocky, confident walk. He pauses along the way 
to egg on some of the more boisterous fans who are heckling, swearing and throwing their best insults at him. 
He gives it back for a few seconds before turning towards the ring, his eyes focused and ready]
 
"Reign supreme in your U-N-I V-E-R-S-E with the sharpness,
Narrow row building no space for partners
No space for drivers, no space for walkers
No space regardless, your on my path then get off it
Hardheaded and unresponsive--get they lives put on target with harshness
Come with the cannons sparkin' they darken'
Who am I? One man squadron, Ma stir the fire this time that'd snatch
your tomorrow
The thousand yard spear that'll pierce through your armor"
 
[Lowell continues his slow pace toward the ring as he walks to the bottom of the ramp, continuing to egg 
on the fans on who jeer him. "No one here can stop me, you idiots!" he yells, pausing on the ring steps as 
he yells at the fans with ringside seats. As he hits the apron he grabs the top ropes and plunges into the ring, 
landing on his feet and standing with his back against the corner, the confident look still smugly planted on 
his face as his music fades...]
 
"You can get it on right now if you want to
But when ya front nine get marched through...
I Warned You, you know who FOREVER BELONG TO!"


Amber: From Boston, Massachusetts…Standing 6 foot 1 and weighing in at Two-Hundred Twenty-Five pounds…


             BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAADY “BOLLLLTZ” LOWELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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

Sean: Brady Lowell getting in the ring, facing off against Sam Deringer, a rookie trained by Devon Case. Brady this not nearly his first time in the ring, a huge signing for us as Lowell is one of the most decorated talent acquisitions in recent history. Boltz hasn't been in a Shootfire ring for quite some time, let's see if he's learned some new tricks.

Jim: Referee Kyros about to call for the bell- BRADY KICKS SAM!

[Lowell rips Deringer around and runs him through the corner to send the shoulder right into the ringpost! The fans scream out, Brady slamming the chops and forearms into the corner, and then hits a headbutt to follow through with a football kick! Deringer is bent over as Brady smacks the kneestrike and backing up, runs the Kawada Kick to send Sam's face sideways! Brady Lowell backs up and shouting, holds up the freeze frame to mug for a shot and runs to throw the lariat into Sam Deringer that takes him off his feet!!]

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

Sean: BRADY BOLTZ LOWELL BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF SAM DERINGER!

Jim: SEE THIS MARCUS DAVIS!?! THIS IS WHAT'S COMING FOR YOU!!

Sean: Brady all smiles as he drags Sam up, putting the badmouth in as he verbally lays into this kid, oh there's nothing worse than a guy mocking you at the same time while he's kicking your ass!

Jim: Brady with the irish whip NO SAM REVERSING! BRADY SENT TO THE CORNER AND DERINGER GIVES CHASE!!

Sean: BRADY UP THE BUCKLES AND FLIPS OFF CORKSCREW BODY ATTACK!!

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jim: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?! LOWELL IS AMAZING!

Sean: Sam Deringer taken down and Brady right to the second rope to stand, balancing as he opens his arms to our excited fans here in Cardiff, Wales, demanding their respect! And cheers from the Millennium Stadium quickly turn to boos!

Jim: Yeah that's Boltz for ya, just the man you love to hate! And Wales certainly getting their price of admission! Uh oh, Lowell coming in looking to do more damage!

[Boltz asks Sam if he's hurt and taking the hand throws the kick into the stomach! Lowell hooks Sam Deringer up and gutwrenching him into the air, spins to smash the Powerbomb and instead of letting go of the legs, steps through to sit back wrenching in on the Boston Crab!]

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

Sean: DERINGER HAS THE ROPES! BUT LOWELL DOESN'T CARE!!

Jim: KYROS SHOUTING BRADY WILL NOT RELEASE!!

Sean: Oh there he does. And a smile on his face?

[Brady gloats and then snaps to grab the wrist, dragging Deringer parallel to the corner! Climbing to the top, Lowell looks out across the fans to make sure they're watching, and steps to leap off the top diving into a Frogsplash as he crashlands into Deringer's guts!!]

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

Sean: BRADY LANDED THE FROGSPLASH! AND NOW SHOVING UP TO HIS FEET!!

Jim: LOWELL SHOUTING OUT! AND NOW DRAGGING DERINGER UP!

Sean: Pulls at the shoulder to wrap the arm around, double underhook and ripping Deringer into the air! Brady jumps back and SLAMS Deringer's head off the canvas!

***WWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!!!***

Jim: THE SCREWDRIVER!!! BRADY LOWELL WITH THE PRESS AND-

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

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

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

*DINGDINGDING!*

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

Amber: AND YOUR WINNER... BRAAAAAAAAADY! BOLTZ! LOWELLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Sean: And your winner, in short order as Rhiannon said, Brady Lowell. Boltz has come back to SPW in a big way, and huge message sent to Marcus Davis. You can bet those two are headed to a collision course and when they finally do meet up, it's gonna be explosive.

Jim: Yeah I don't see how those two don't tear each other apart! Sensuous Samantha had a great signing in Brady "Boltz" Lowell and the first thing he does is go after one of the men in our Wrestlebowl Main Event, Marcus Davis! They're gonna fight and I can guarantee it's gonna be sooner than later!

[After an exciting first match on tonight Conquest, the SPW cameras switch to outside of the arena as they take a look at the crowd that is still coming into Millennium Stadium here in Cardiff Wales. And a great crowd on hand for tonight action and still plenty more to come. We see fans still flocking into the arena wearing SPW T-shirts as well as getting the latest SPW programs. And yes some of the fans certainly have faces of some of there favorite stars, from Spooky Doom, to Jacob Volga, Andrew Davis, among the many others great stars on the SPW roster. A young boy wearing an red SPW T-shirt is holding up a black sign that says.......

'I NEED TWO TICKETS TO SEE THE SPW SHOW'

[Don't know if the young man will get what he wants. These tickets are so hot they are probably been scalped as we speak. As the people continue to file into the arena, off in the distance we hear something very loud, sounding if a car is going at a very fast pace heading for the arena. But as our cameras check we don't see a car in sight whatsoever. The sound is becoming louder and louder as it approaches the arena, as it certainly is catching our cameraman and the fans filing in off guard. Suddenly the young boy that was holding the sign just a few seconds ago points toward the gray skies and heading toward the arena is a helicopter.]

Jim: Something going on that we need to know about?

Sean: I don't have a clue whatsoever.

[The helicopter approaches as it appears that is about to make a landing right in front of the stadium!]

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

Jim: Well the helicopter is about to land.

Sean: It has to be somebody important that would use a helicopter to make an appearance.

Jim: Prince William? Maybe the young man is a huge wrestling fan of the SPW and doesn't want to miss the show.

Sean: What about the Queen there?

Jim: That would be quite a shock. Wouldn't have pegged her to be a wrestling fan.

[The blue helicopter comes in for the landing right in front of the arena. The pilot quickly gets out of the helicopter, as the wind has picked up quite a bit as the pilot blue baseball cap has flown off of his head exposing his bald head. The wind is whipping up so much so that the pilot's black jacket is just flying every which way to the point that he might lose his jacket. The pilot is about I would say in his mid 40's wearing gray pants and brown shoes. He rushes over and opens the door.

The SPW cameras zoom in as they see a young man stepping off the helicopter wearing an blue Armani suit with black shoes and wearing blue sunglasses. His short blonde hair flying every which way as he looks at the stadium he takes off his glasses revealing his cold, and intense look in his blue eyes.]

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

Jim: Hey, I know who in the hell that is?

Sean: FROSTBITE!! What is he doing here?

Jim: I don't have a clue at all!

Sean: This is quite a shock! Frostbite joining us here at SPW Conquest but why!?

[Frostbite heads toward the arena as he is quickly mod by a few fans. The pilot quickly hops back, and takes off rather quickly as the wind blows even more whipping everything in sight including the young boy's sign which flies right out of his hands and down the street. As the sign blows right past Frostbite a member of the SPW Security team wearing a yellow T-shirt that states in black letters......

'SPW SECURITY TEAM'

[The young man in his early to maybe mid 20's about roughly 6'2 tall and weighs about a good 300 plus pounds quickly pushes his way through a small crowd of people until he gets to Frostbite.]

Security member: Frostbite, Sensuous Samantha has be waiting for you in her office.

Jim: Wow did you here that?

Sean: SSB talking to Frostbite? Could it be a contract offer to Frostbite?

Jim: Talk about a major signing for this company!

Sean: Frostbite has a reputation for being what he claims that he really is? A Cold Hearted Bastard.

Jim: I certainly hear that he is quite evil.

[The security member along with Frostbite pushes his way through the crowd as the two head right into the arena.]

Jim: What else will we see.

Sean: I don't know, but after seeing Frostbite make an appearance here in an SPW arena, I might say anything can happen.

Jim: We will keep you updated on that situation as the night unfolds.

[Marissa Monet is standing in "Sensuous" Samantha's office, and none too pleased as the camera is focused in directly on the Great Black Shark. Samantha is nowhere to be found, but the Conquest General Manager's office is hardly bare. Pictures of Tiffany Lane adorn the wall, her new upcoming version of the Shootfire Military Press. Marissa can't decide which she hates more, the smiling photoshoot of the Blonde Bombshell.... or the woman standing next to her. The camera pans over to showcase the redheaded Lindsey Page.]

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

Lindsey: I didn't miss you either.

Marissa: (pursing her lips) I don't suppose you did.

Lindsey: 'Ris that little cage match wasn't the reason I left SPW. Don't believe for a second that I lay awake in bed quaking with the covers pulled up to my neck because of the Great Black Shark. I went out, pursued my career and conquered everywhere else I went. Me and Iris Galiver tore down the house and proved ourselves as top women's competitors in a division you still disrespect.

Marissa: I think you're talking about the wrong person. Last time I checked I annointed you as the future of the division. [She shrugs] I was wrong.

Lindsey: Just saying. And now that it's come full circle I want to start clean with a fresh slate, to earn my way back up the rankings and if you have a problem with that, then that's just fine with me. I don't expect a handshake from the woman that handed me my last big loss but I did appreciate that match we had. If you don't want to bury the hatchet, you do your own thing but that's fine by me. I don't come to work to make friends either.

Marissa: (smiling) Still so unnecessarily hostile. [She laughs that hearty laugh of hers.] Welcome back, Lindsey. Just so you know, you don't have to try so hard with me.

[Samantha steps into the scene.]

SSB: Hello man beast. [she looks at Marissa then to to Lindsey] Gal. Nice to meet you, Lindsey. I guess.

Lindsey: Glad to meet you too. Lindsey Page, reporting for work ma'am, and I brought my wrestling gear with me.

SSB: Good. You know the rules around here.

Lindsey: Except I happen to know that your girl Tiffany Lane is refusing to tag with Poet Wright. Isn't that nice, I leave for a year and I come back and divas are running this show. The Young and the Beautiful? The old and the skanky is more like it. Present company excluded, of course.

[Marissa points to herself.]

Marissa: I hope you're talking about me, right?

SSB: Ahem. We're not divas, Lindsey. You might be a whiny little diva, but myself and Tiffany... we are women. The only true women in this joint. And by the way, who do you think you are, anyway? Coming into MY office, demanding spots on MY show? You really need to learn some manners, Page.

Marissa: She's Lindsey Page, former future of the division. And the other flat-chested superstar.

[Marissa leans up against the wall of the office as Samantha glares daggers through her. She bends one foot against the wall, arms folded across her chest and shrugs as if to say that's as much as she knows.]

Lindsey: So how about it? I'm asking for the empty spot teaming with that psychopath Poet Wright -a job I know for a fact nobody else on this roster wants. You certainly don't, do you Marissa?

Marissa: I guess, for the sake of your argument, Lindsey. I've already got a match, you see.

Lindsey: Exactly. But that's how I'm going to prove to you Ms. Bevins, that I am here to be a team player and turn over a new leaf as an SPW Superstar. If I have to stand on the same apron as that crazy woman to take on the Champ and a top-ranked International Star, then so be it. I've been training, I've been preparing, I can do this and I will not let you or Conquest's fans down.

SSB: You better not let ME down because I really don't like you so far anyway. You have one damn chance, better make it a good one, diva.

Lindsey: Whatever it takes. Good luck on your match 'Ris.

[Page leaves smiling, determined to have a good showing as Monet and Bevins watch her leave. They turn their faces to see each other and SSB walks around to sit down behind her desk.]

SSB: Get out, Monet. I'm tired of looking at your ugly mug.

Marissa: Then get your eyes checked. Our bet has to change now that Vile's would rather quit than fight. New stakes?

SSB: I'll get back to you. Bye.

[Marissa stares at her intensely.]

SSB: See you, guy.

[Samantha twirls around in her massive office chair. Monet stalks off camera as we fade out.]

#Darkness#

Jack Sharp: Marcus…I thank you for giving up your time for this interview.

[Our scene illuminates to inside of the Shootfire Pro Wrestling Headquarters, more specifically we are located in the special interview area. Conquest Host, Jack Sharp is stationed comfortably on a red couch adjacent from a mirroring couch where Marcus Davis is situated. Sharp wears a white shirt, with the SPW logo on the right breast pocket and blue jeans. Marcus is wearing a silver silk shirt and black jeans. A gold necklace finishes his attire; a smirk circumvents his face as he looks over towards Sharp, leaned forward on the couch.]

Marcus Davis: I appreciate the opportunity; it’s been a long time coming.

Sharp: Let’s get right to the point, the one event everyone is waiting to see. The first opportunity in your SPW career to become the SPW World Champion; the very title you have put your mind on capturing since the formation of the Code Of Honor. You haven’t been too vocal about Wrestbowl itself, what are you feeling as this monumental match between you Andrew Davis, Dave Pietka, and another opponent.

[Marcus clears his throat, the smirk remaining on his face.]

Marcus: I won’t worry about the other opponent until after the match on Conquest; you would think that Andrew Davis and Dave Pietka would be enough of a task. It’s almost funny when you think about the situation; I have a lot to prove the world. Unlike Dave and Andrew I haven’t been in this position within SPW. To be completely honest, I’m looking forward to showing both of them and the SPW community exactly what Marcus Davis is all about. I especially have something to prove to myself, I made a statement saying I was going to become SPW World Champion, and that’s something I plan on accomplishing.

[Sharp shoots back quickly.]

Sharp: Is that something you expect to happen at Wrestlebowl? Is it Marcus Davis’ time?

[Marcus laughs briefly.]

Marcus: My time? Talent doesn’t run on a time table, championships aren’t won by waiting for the established to pass you the torch. If you want anything in this sport, you go out there and you take it. There isn’t anyone that will be willing to lie down for me or anyone else, because they are “worthy” of being a champion. Jack, you know more than anyone that if you want to become noticed in this sport you have to go out there and earn it.

[Jack nods his head in confirmation.]

Sharp: That’s very true; there are a lot of people that have placed doubt in your ability at this level. Saying that you concentrate too much on your career in Japan to every truly make it to a high level in the United States. What do you say to those detractors? I’ve never heard you come out and directly address them.

[Marcus places his hand on his chin, slowly sitting back on the couch. A thoughtful look comes over his body language as silence falls between him and Sharp for a few moments. After five or so seconds, Marcus leans back forward looking Jack directly in the eye.]

Marcus: You know I’ve heard the same thing in Japan. That I’m too busy running my businesses, too busy working with charities, too busy trying to make a name for myself in the States. No matter where you go, no matter what you accomplish, you will always have people trying to keep you back and hold you down. I have Wrestlebowl marked on my calendar for this very reason, this is where everyone learns that Marcus Davis is not someone to be taken lightly and to be passed over for the next flavor of the month that comes through the door. There isn’t a wrestler in this world that I will not face and defeat, if someone wants to take up that issue with me they can watch Wrestlebowl, they will see a warrior who will put his body on the line just to test his limitations and surpass them.

Sharp: Speaking of those that may have taken you lightly, it seems that your former girlfriend and Shootfire General Manager, Samantha Bevins has enlisted the help of Brady Lowell. As we saw last week he attacked you during your match with Dave Pietka against Vile Vince Viper and Andrew Davis.

[Marcus leans back after taking a deep breath as the scene fades.]

[Backstage in front of a chain link fence over the black and white SPW "Kill or be Killed" banner. Blake Covington is wearing a black three piece suit with matching black suede shoes. JDM Superstar is standing by, grinning from behind rose colored glasses in his black three piece Brooks Brothers suit, with pencil thin pinstripe as JDM stares out off to the side, the 285 pound Defensive End standing in back with thick black sunglasses on. JDM is nodding, a grinning smile beginning to spread as he can almost hear the fans boo in his ears.]

JDM: HIS NAME IS BLAKE COVINGTON. And my name is J.D.M. ...Superstar.

But that's exactly what we have come here today to talk about to you, the greater unwashed masses. Superstar. Namely, A Superstar, and you have one to behold in front of you. This week, Blake Covington will step into the ring to take on a man heralded as the so-called Chosen One, a Future Superstar in "Sugar" Shayne Grissom. But that's the myth- and here's the reality. Let me tell you all just a little bit about my client Blake and exactly why he's the real future star in this biz, just in case you didn't know.

This man is a dual sport superstar. Not only was he an acclaimed football player from Missouri State, he was also a respected wrestler as well. He was scouted to Vegas Xtreme Wrestling during his senior year of college, right out of school.

But the one thing that stuck out with this massive physical specimen more than his head, his aptitude and his natural god given talents- was one night in Vegas when this man dove off a Hell in the Cell and shattered his collarbone and shoulder. A career- hell, a life threatening injury that would have put the average wrestler out of the game forever. But what happened then? He came in and he spent two years on the shelf, and he still came back and he came to Shootfire Pro Wrestling.

Why? He didn't have to, he could have done any other line of work. Why come back to a sport after nearly dying in the ring? After giving his young life for the sake of the very people who stand here and pay their good money to boo him now?

Because Blake Covington is a powerhouse in heart and spirit. Not just muscle. And that's something Shayne Grissom that you haven't learned yet. Oh sure you've got a couple of nice moves, you're a stellar athlete, but you've never been faced with the horrors or the challenges that this man has. You have not been tested like Blake Covington has. And for all the pressures and threats, and hardships that this man has faced- that is why he is in SPW and that is why he is a card carrying member of the Power Structure.

Because he can beat you and he will beat you worse than you've ever been beat in your entire life. Because quite simply? He has nothing to lose. Tell 'em Blake.

Blake: You see, Shayne......a wise man once said that he who has nothing will lose nothing. This person is you, Shayne Grissom. Even while I MAY not have anything to lose, I sure as hell have more than what you've got at this point. I've got the looks, I've got the body, I've got the God-given talent and most of all......I've got friends. (Blake turns and looks at JDM with a sneer on his face)

Blake: POWERFUL friends.

JDM: Ha ha ha.

Blake: You and I are different in many ways. Where I had to bust my ass and risk my LIFE to get where I am today, you haven't had to earn your spot in this business, unlike I have. I didn't have the luxury of having a father in the business, or have the connections like you have with Chris Hopper. I had stick around and muddle in the muck and mire that was VXW, where I had to make my mark on my own. And believe me, I definitely made a lasting impression there. And just like in Vegas, I will too make my mark here as a member of the Power Structure. The Structure is bigger than ANYTHING you have done in your career, Shayne. You only WISH you had somebody in your corner as intelligent and influential as JDM Superstar.

[Blake chuckles, as JDM cockily adjusts his black tie.]

JDM: Great minds think alike. You see Shayne Grissom, the price of greatness, true greatness, is responsibility. And this man, this human man blessed with the god given talent and ability that most men only dream of, took a near fatal accident and still came back stronger than ever. Because that's all he knows, he's a success, he's an uncrowned Champion, he's a future Hall of Famer. He is the Chosen One. Not you. You, you get the honor of being a stepping stone to this man's career. A footnote to greatness. And that in itself, is an honor, make no mistake about it. So even with an entire stadium of rabid fans calling for his head, Blake Covington will elevate you for one night only, and then drop you back down to reality with the Current River Cutter. Because there is no other option than pure success. It's just a matter of time.

Blake: And time, my friend, is all that you will EVER have. And just like everything else in life, even that too will run out. It doesn't matter how hard you train, how much you have scouted me, how many protein shakes you may have drank today......the ONLY way I will EVER respect what you have done for this business, is to BEAT it out of me.

JDM: And even if for three seconds, you happen to secure the pinfall by some freak accident of nature? Blake's still gonna hurt you. He's still gonna beat you. And he's still going to paint that canvas red with your blood to show you that even in defeat, he is truly the better man. And when they haul your carcass out of the ring like a slab of rotting meat, you and everyone in SPW will know once and for all, where the True Power lies.

Blake: With the Power Structure.....baby.

[JDM confidently grins, as he tilts the glasses slightly downward on the bridge of his nose.]

JDM: Consider yourselves enlightened.

[Both split and head off as the camera focuses in on the SPW Banner reading "Kill, or be Killed."]

SHAYNE GRISSOM vs BLAKE COVINGTON

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

"I,

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

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

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

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

Amber: COMING TO THE RING NOW, REPRESENTING THE POWER STRUCTURE AND ACCOMPANIED BY JDM SUPERSTAR, FROM POPLAR BLUFF MISSOURI, WEIGHING IN AT 285 POUNDS, HE IS SHOOTFIRE'S CHOSEN ONE...

BLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!   COVVIIINGTONNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

"And I will put you in the ground"

[JDM and Blake walk out on the stage, as Blake just looks around, his face void of any emotion or reaction from the fans. Finally, both men make their walk toward the ring. JDM is laughing with an open mouth, dressed to the nines in his sleek form fitting suit. Wearing rose colored sunglasses, Marsh points to the fans, brushing for them to stay back as The Chosen One follows behind, swinging his fists as he shadowboxes in time to his music.]

"I will fight,
till there's nothing left
till my legs are gone
you won't forget me

'cause I will fight,
till my final breath
just to see you fall
I'll make you fear me

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

[About halfway down the aisle, Blake stops and looks at a ringside fan, who screams an obscenity at him. Blake attempts to react to the fan, but JDM gets in between them, pushing Blake towards the ring. The gigantic Shootfire Screens play flashes of Blake Covington working out, hitting the town in an all black suit three piece suit, and just laying out some fool with the Current River Cutter.]

"And every time,
You think that you've got me
I will fight you
and I will put you in the ground

'cause I will fight,
till there's nothing left
till my legs are gone
you won't forget me

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

[Blake reaches ringside, and crawls through the middle ropes and into the ring. He walks to the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, raising both fists high in the air in confidence. Posing wide, he flexes and shows off his massive muscles as the capacity crowd in Cardiff's Millennium Stadium stand up to boo him on all sides.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                         S H A Y N E

                                  G R I S S O M

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amber: AND HIS OPPONENT, THIS IS "SUGAR!!"

                    SHAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYNE GRISSSOM!!

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

Jim: SHAYNE GRISSOM in the ring and these fans out here in Wales just love him! Talk about a rise this man's path has been nothing but earned victories and Shayne has really begun to make a name for himself but he's just come up right against a man who would have you all believe he's the next big thing in SPW! And JDM Superstar endorses him as his Chosen One too so Shayne Grissom, you have your work cut out here tonight!

Sean: Blake Covington in the ring and JDM Superstar at ringside. You know the Power Structure have taken their lumps as of late but really came off as they took down Quinn Scott last monday, JDM going so far as to actually have Scott sedated and then served him up to Blake who destroyed the submissions expert in the center of the ring. Now the word is JDM Superstar is going to go ahead and draft a team for Wrestlebowl and should the Structure win it and go on to take the Wrestlebowl Trophy Cup then they would prove themselves as the top team to beat here in SPW.

Jim: Well this is what our Superstars do for a living, compete, wrestle to be the best, 24/7 365 days a year. This is a lifelong career, a passion that inspires them like no other and frankly if you're not in this business to be the best you shouldn't be in Shootfire Pro Wrestling. Shayne Grissom embodies success as do Blake Covington and who knows, we might see these two main event a Wrestlebowl someday.

*DINGDINGDING!*

[Blake swears at the fans in Cardiff and they all jump to boo him back, Covington demanding respect as JDM Superstar shouts at them from ringside. Wales is on their feet, catcalling and booing as Blake just shakes his head. Across the ring, Sugar Shayne stares ahead, eyes deadset as he rolls his wrists, preparing to take on the massive opponent.]

Jim: The immovable object versus the SHAYNE CHARGING BLAKE!!

Sean: COVINGTON WITH A FLYING PUMP KICK!

Jim: SHAYNE with the baseball slide counter! Up and Blake turns around Shayne with the left hook to the face! Covington caught it hard across the jaw and Grissom in with a right uppercut to the stomach! Shayne with Blake's head and HEADBUTT smash to send the big man reeling!

Sean: Grissom with the arm whip to the ropes, Blake sent for the ride and Shayne ducking and HUGE BACK BODY DROP ON BLAKE COVINGTON!!

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

Jim: Blake up and SHAYNE WITH THE DROPKICK!!

Sean: WOW! Covington way off balance and Shayne back into the ropes, throws the hard LARIAT NO BLAKE WITH THE PICKUP AND SPINEBUSTERS HIM DOWN!!

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

Jim: Oh well they heard that in London! Shayne Grissom just flattened and JDM Superstar in to put the badmouth on, leaning through the ropes to taunt Shayne Grissom!

Sean: Yeah and eliciting a hugely negative response from our Cardiff faithful, SPW seen in over 52 countries and 2010 bringing us an international flare to go and visit our great fans all across the world. Blake dragging Shayne Grissom up and KNEESMASH TO THE HEAD. Brutal.

[Blake looks to the crowd, to mock their hero and goes for the suplex but Shayne gets a leg in! Covington tries again but Grissom holds onto his leg! Blake pulls up and Shayne breaks free and crashes a double axe across the man's left shoulder, Blake howling and Shayne with the kick! Blake latches onto the throat for the chokeslam but as he lifts Shayne jumps and counters with a falling armbar DDT!!]

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

Jim: Blake's old war injury from the VXW, an independent league based outta Vegas, that left shoulder wow Shayne Grissom really did his homework!

Sean: A student of the game and you have to be, goes to show dedication as Shayne Grissom watches hours of wrestling tape on his opponents just to get that upper edge! And a top wristlock to an armbar set in, as Cardiff, Wales watches as "Sugar" Shayne Grissom tries to keep Blake Covington down, and for the moment, succeeding despite JDM Superstar's best efforts.

[JDM yells at Blake to get up as Covington tries to position, and ignoring the Referee's questioning begins to rise, standing up to hook the leg and wows the crowd with Shayne on his shoulders! Blake kicks back and slams the Electric Chair Drop to flatten his smaller opponent, sitting up with a curse on his lips as he tries to work his arm out.]

Jim: Shayne laid out and it's to Blake to recover, how much damage did Sugar Shayne do? Will it cost Covington the match?

Sean: The Power Structure guys are capable of anything, just look at what they did to Quinn Scott last week on SPW Conquest. You never take your eyes off them for any reason, they are all dangerous or they wouldn't be in the group.

Jim: And with JDM's connections who knows who else they'll be bringing in for- JDM climbing up to the apron!

[The Welsh fans are booing as JDM is distracting the Referee, giving Blake time to pull a small length of chain out from his boot! With Shayne getting up, Covington wraps it around his fist and moves to swing!!]

Sean: GRISSOM WITH THE HIPTOSS ON COVINGTON!!

Jim: BLAKE MISSED WITH THE CHAIN!!

Sean: Shayne with the kick to the stomach! And winding back around he has the Cross Face Chickenwing on Blake Covington! And the hands are locked!!

[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jim: BLAKE FORCING OVER! HE HAS THE ROPES!

Sean: JDM quickly dropping down the Ref sees it and orders the break, Shayne complies BLAKE WITH THE WILD ELBOW NO SHAYNE DUCKS! PICKUP AND FIRE THUNDER DRIVER HE GOT THE BIG MAN ONTO HIS HEAD!

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jim: JDM CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SHAYNE WITH A COVER!

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

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

Sean: BLAKE KICKED OUT!!

Jim: Getting up and Shayne with the irish WHIP BLAKE REVERSED IT!!

Sean: SHAYNE Sent for the ride, into the corner no ducks down to FLIP UP the corner! Shayne falling off onto the apron and Blake to throw him back in GRISSOM HAS HIS HEAD AND DROPS TO THE FLOOR! COVINGTON Snapped off the top rope!!

Jim: Shayne scrambling to the apron as Blake turns around and SHAYNE WITH THE SLINGSHOT SHOULDERBLOCK TO FLY SMASHING DOWN THE BIG MAN!! Grissom beginning to rally!

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

Sean: Shayne raising his fists and trying to get back into this, working himself up into a frenzy as Blake Covington rolling over, to his feet and Shayne for the quick side headlock BLAKE with the pickup Shayne flips out to land on his feet! Irish whip attempt at the left shoulder no Blake smashes the short arm clothesline!! Oh Shayne reeling on his feet, Covington with the RIGHT HAND PICKUP AND CHOKESLAM!!!!

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

Jim: Oh man, you just don't get up from that.

Sean: And the entire audience here in Cardiff, Wales, the air taken out of their sails as Blake Covington, the Chosen One, with the lateral press and-

1..................

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

3-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Jim: SHAYNE KICKED OUT!! ALRIGHT!

Sean: Surprised the hell out of me! Shayne Grissom still in this!

Jim: And Blake with a look to his manager- and now down with the stranglehold on Shayne Grissom, choking him out!! Hand to the throat and crushing the wind, perfectly legal here in SPW as Shayne struggles and kicks, right in the center of the ring! Will he tap? Will he be forced to submit?

[Grissom is straining to get free and Blake smiles, laughing down into Shayne's face as saliva drips from his teeth. The Referee leans in to count and Shayne rolls to get the shoulder up before he can- and then kicks Blake in the left shoulder! He kicks him again and Blake has to let go, Shayne immediately dragging himself back to the ropes and using them for safety as Blake rolls up, leering with a deathly grin.]

Jim: Well Shayne just barely survived the chokeout but Blake Covington smells blood. JDM Superstar yelling for the finisher as Blake to Shayne in the ropes, oh just MAULS him with a massive haymaker!

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

Sean: He's in the ropes COME ON Referee!

Jim: Try telling that to Blake as the Chosen One with an Irish Whip Shayne sent hard across the ring! Off the side and COVINGTON WITH A PUMP KICK TAKES HIM DOWN!!!

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

Sean: Nearly took his face off. We could be seeing the beginning of the end of Shayne Grissom, as Blake coming over and twisting the man around, the man he outweighs by some 40 plus pounds, gutwrench to RIP SHAYNE UP AND POWERBOMBS HIM INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING!!

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

Jim: And JDM all smiles, clapping his hands and talking compliments to Covington, hand picked to be the Chosen One of the Power Structure, the future Hall of Famer well that remains to be seen, but Blake just -well he nearly put Shayne through the ring with that one! And the ONE FOOT COVER!

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

Sean: Does their arrogance know no bounds!?

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

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

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Sean: Shayne getting up, and Blake already on him with a thunderous blow to the spine! Oh Grissom sent to his knees. And Covington with the arm, talking trash and SHORT ARM KNEESMASH to the guts!! OH God.

Jim: Shayne sent for the ride towards the corner, Blake giving chase SHAYNE TO THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE AND FLYING BACK BLAKE TRIES TO CATCH HIM!!

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

Sean: SHAYNE CATCHING THE HEAD FOR THE TORNADO DDT NOOO BLAKE HAS THE BODY AND SWINGS AROUND TILT A WHIRL RIGHT INTO THE _BACKBREAKER!_

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

Jim: Oh counter TO a counter and that's why he's the Chosen One, Shayne just arching his Back in gristly pain as Blake about broke him in two. Shayne Grissom trying to roll over, trying to stay in this but at this point has really taken some damage much to the chagrin of the Welsh fans here in the Millennium Stadium,

[The crowd is booing as Blake stands over Shayne and clamping on the vice, begins to push down and turn the head sideways. Grissom yells in pain as the Referee again asks for the submission but Shayne refuses to give. Blake shoves down even harder, twisting the neck as the fans boo on all sides, JDM with his arms up at ringside, already proclaiming victory.]

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

Sean: Oh man, Shayne in a bad way as he's trapped in the center of the ring, nowhere to go, with the massive and dominating Blake Covington holding him down.

Jim: Well perhaps Grissom is more of a stepping stone towards an illustrious career for Blake Covington. After all it's kill or be killed here in SPW and if you can't take the competition, go work for Phoenix Valley. IF they're still open that is.

Sean: The land of legends past but Shayne and Blake are in the here and now, ready to prove themselves on a real stage as Cardiff Wales plays host to Shootfire Pro Wrestling, and Shayne refusing to give up!! HE has that fire, he has that energy, he has that X-Factor spirit to force himself to stay in this when a lesser man would have tapped out!

Jim: Yeah and starting to get the fans riled once again, Blake has to be thinking, "My god man, what do I have to do, snap this man's head off!?"

Sean: Shayne beginning to get a leg out, to sit out and now get them under, he is FORCING HIMSELF UP!! OH! All that pressure on the head and Grissom actually FIGHTING TO GET TO HIS FEET!! AND SHAYNE BREAKS THE HOLD!!

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

Jim: BLAKE CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SHAYNE WITH THE RIGHT HOOK!!

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

Sean: SHAYNE WITH THE KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!

**SSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMACCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Jim: HE LIT UP THE CHEST!!

Sean: SHAYNE WITH THE LEFT CROSS!! And Blake sent into the ropes!!

Jim: Here comes Shayne no BLAKE KICKS HIM LOW!!

Sean: Almost illegal, Covington EXPLODES WITH THE CLOTHESLINE SHAYNE DUCKED!!

[The fans cheer as Shayne goes for a Uranage but instead of slamming the powerhouse Grissom sweeps out his legs and rolls the big man over into an STF!!]

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

Sean: BLAKE TAKEN DOWN INTO THE STF!! AND IT'S HIS TURN TO WITHSTAND THE PAIN!!

Jim: Blake already shoving up!! Forcing the walkover with his hands with Shayne still on his back! The energy, power and tenacity of this man!

Sean: Oh get a room. Blake into the ropes and coming up the Ref says break, JDM breathing a sigh of relief and ONCE AGAIN Blake cheapshotting in the ropes! Rake to the eyes as Shayne in pain and Covington with the kick NO SHAYNE HAS IT! SWEEPS THE LEG AND BLAKE ON HIS BACK ONCE AGAIN!

[Shayne turns his back to the ropes and falls to send Blake up with the Catapult and clear over the top rope! The fans scream as Covington tries to hang on, and as Shayne comes over Blake lifts his legs up to wrap them around Shayne's head and utilizes the head scissors to take Grissom from the ring!!]

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

Sean: SHAYNE ON HIS FEET! AND REACHING IN PULLS OUT THE LEGS!!

Jim: WRENCHING BLAKE OUT AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE GROUND!!

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

Sean: Oh did you SEE the head! Bouncing off the stadium floor like a Basketball! And March Madness aside Shayne Grissom to the fans as they stand to applaud this series of maneuvers, Shayne may have done it, done what he needed to do as he takes up Covington and rolls the powerhouse back into the ring, Shayne crawling in and making the cover he hooks the leg and

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

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

Sean: NOOO!! BLAKE COVINGTON KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE AGAIN!!

Jim: WOW JUST BARELY!

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

Jim: Shayne doesn't care, he's looking for the Sugar Rush as he backs up into the corner, actually allowing Blake the time to stand up! Oh Covington trying, trying to find his bearings!

[JDM is screaming at Blake to watch out as Shayne rushes and Covington turns to dive right into the spear that takes Grissom down!!]

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

Sean: OH HE NAILED! NAILED IT GOOD!! SHAYNE GRISSOM DOWN AND HURTING!!

Jim: Shayne down and rolling out to the floor, wisely done as Blake Covington really giving chase! Grissom to the floor and Blake on him with stomps, now hauling up his victim to toss him into the ring! That may have taken too much time but we all know what this is, the Current River Cutter aka The F5!!

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

Sean: SHAYNE in a bad way after taking that spear and Blake already hoisting him up, yes indeed on the shoulders and GRISSOM HANGING ON TO THE TOP ROPE!!

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

Jim: Shayne hanging on and BLAKE Trying to pull him free!! No! Grissom rips himself off the side, over the top rope and back through to Slam the KNEES To the side!! Oh!! Never seen That before!

Sean: Shayne Grissom on the apron and Blake reaches for him SHAYNE has the ARM AND DROPS DOWN SNAPPING IT OFF THE TOP ROPE!! COULD HAVE BROKE IT THERE!!

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

Jim: Shayne scrambling in as Blake holding his arm and Grissom DUCKING THE MASSIVE RIGHT LARIAT! KICK TO THE GUT AND STUNNER!! STUNNER!! STUNNER ON BLAKE COVINGTON!!!!

[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: CARDIFF WALES COMES ALIVE AND SHAYNE WITH THE COVER AND

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

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

"VAN ZAAAAHHHHNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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

Sean: GABRIEL VAN ZAHN IN THE RING AND LEAD PIPE!! SHAYNE GRISSOM UP AND GVZ CRACKS HIM!!

*DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!*

Jim: HE GOT THE ARMS UP AND VAN ZAHN RETALIATING FOR GRISSOM'S ATTACK ON ASCENSION!!

Sean: GVZ IN THE RING HE DOESN'T EVEN WORK HERE! HE WORKS FOR ASCENSION!!

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

[Gabriel holds his hands up as Officials enter the ring, ordering the Road Agent to go the back. Van Zahn is talking as he slowly leaves, and the fans are booing out near to riot, a cup of soda winging out of the crowd and sailing all the way into the ring! It bursts all over the mat as Blake Covington looms up pissed. JDM Superstar shouts from the steps as he kicks a leg out to duck into the ring, Marsh stands and throws his glasses on the Conquest Logo against the roar of The Millennium Stadium! Covington heads for Shayne Grissom, and goes to haul him up!]

Sean: BLAKE HAS SHAYNE GRISSOM HIGH!!

Jim: GOING FOR THE CURRENT RIVER CUTTER!!!!

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

Sean: JAMES O'CONNOR!!!

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

Sean: A CHAIR IN THE HANDS OF JAMES O'CONNOR!! AND BLAKE DROPS HIM AND HE AND JDM BAIL!!!

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

[James screams at both, tossing the chair to the mat and beckoning them in. Shayne tries to lean up, looking around as Gabriel Van Zahn is long gone. JDM Superstar points at JOC and warns him as Blake Covington poses and promises to destroy Shayne the next time he gets his hands on him. Shayne Grissom tries to get up, suffering through tremendous pain as James O'Connor rarely takes his eyes off his departing foes, putting down the chair so he can offer the hand to Grissom, helping him up as he thanks him for having his back at Ascension. The camera goes back to ringside.]

Sean: Well Shayne Grissom gets another win here in Shootfire Pro Wrestling, and perhaps we will see a rematch between Grissom and Blake Covington at a later date, but the more wins Shayne makes in Shootfire the more enemies he seems to accquire as well. Gabriel Van Zahn, an Ascension Agent coming to Conquest to pay Shayne back for interfering and making the save for James O'Connor last week in New Hampshire's Hampton Beach Ballroom!

Jim: Yeah no doubt, well no good deed goes unpunished it seems as GVZ the sort of guy who's not exactly used to being told what to do, or stopped from having his fun. Now I don't know if this was a message sent from Steve Greedy, but GVZ has surely came to Conquest to make sure Shayne Grissom watches his back from now on. Thankfully JOC on hand to even things out and return the favor Shayne did by saving his bacon as well.

Sean: Yeah, and had Shayne left JOC to hang in the dust last show James O'Connor could very well have suffered an injury at the hands of GVZ, Steve Greedy and of course, the Undead Superstar himself, Spooky Doom. Grissom standing on his own two feet as he leaves the ring, walking under his own power, and one more step towards greatness as his career continues its rise here in SPW.

Jim: And now it's time to hear from Marissa Monet who will face Andrew Davis in her quest to earn her right into a World Title Match! She beat the Children of Hardcore and per her deal with "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins, she has to beat Andrew Davis but not only that she gets to name the Stip! Let's hear what it is The Great Black Shark and one half of the World Tag Team Champions on her way out now.

["Deepest, Bluest" sets off a wild round of cheering, chanting and flashbulbs as the curtains part and "The Great Black Shark" Marissa Monet strides through. She stands at the top of the ramp as the people of Cardiff, Wales go crazy for the Brooklynite. She raises her black-gloved fist in the air, saluting the Welsh as she strides purposefully to the ring. She alights the steps and steps over the top rope. She moves to each turnbuckle, mounting it and raising her fist to the four corners of the arena, posing long enough for each section to take in her Amazonian beauty. She is dressed in her ring gear of black trunks, black halter top and knee-high black boots. As soon as the waves of flashbulbs have ceased Marissa takes the centre of the ring, waiting while the ring attendant brings her a microphone.]

Marissa: Cardiff, Wales ... welcome to Conquest!

[Huge crowd cheers. Marissa pauses to take in each and every face in the arena. The personal contact makes each person clap harder and louder and just a little bit longer.]

Marissa: The female of the species is always more deadly than the male. And that has never been more true than in Shootfire Pro Wrestling right now. You have Tiffany Lane trying to become the Alpha female of the women's division. You have Sam Bevins steadily sleeping her way to the top. And you have me ... the Goddess of Shootfire Pro.

[Marissa bows her head as the crowd chants: SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!]

Marissa: Sam Bevins and Tiffany Lane have made their career on being available for the right price, but despite all that, everybody in Shootfire is out to screw me!

[Cheers for the play on words.]

Marissa: You know me. I have always been the woman to stand up and take on any challenge. I'm like the miners. Everyday I get up and go to work and I put in my time in the darkest, most dangerous environments. I never know what can happen. I never know if I'll make it home. But that just means that when I do get out and go home that I live hard, love hard and leave nothing for tomorrow because tomorrow is never promised.

[The working class in the crowd roar in approval.]

Marissa: I'm ready for any opportunity because unlike some people in Shootfire nothing is ever handed to me. Shootfire Pro does not like me. I upset the order of things. I upset the establishment. I'm not content to sit in my place. No, Cardiff, I have a dream and I will not rest until that dream is fulfilled. And that dream is to be the World Champion. That dream is to be recognised as the best in the world. For too long the women in wrestling have been eye candy or second class citizens. For too long they have been talked about as if they are just sideshow attractions. Well, we dolly birds are a little more than that. _I_ am much more than legs, tits and ass.

[A brief "Show Your Tits" chant breaks out amongst the punters. Marissa simply smiles in response and teases giving the flash.]

Marissa: _I_ am a Goddess. My imagination has no bounds. My arms are long enough to reach the Heavens from the ground. And because of that people get jealous. People become afraid. People want to block my greatness. And right now there is no more jealous woman in Shootfire of me than Sensuous Sam Bevins. And there's only one reason for that. She cannot do what I can do. She cannot get ahead on her own merit. I _do!_ And that burns her. Ask yourself this. Why does she spend so much time trying to cozy her way up to power? Everybody knows in this world that power isn't given. Power is taken. Power is won through force of will and honesty and integrity. Power is respect. And I will earn respect whereas she tries to steal power. She thinks that she can get every man in a tizzy by seducing them. She doesn't realise that has never worked. Sure a man will get turned on with cheap offers of sex, but once he's satisfied that cold, hard reality comes back and he goes about his business. See, I am business. Because I am real power. I'm about goals. I'm about conquering challenges. I am about doing things the right way to build a lasting legacy. And that's why Sam Bevins doesn't like me, but that's why I'll be here long after Sam Bevins is yesterday's news. Everybody knows that my quest to win the SPW World championship consumes me. It defines me. It is everything. And I will never stop working towards it. I will never let go of that dream. It is all that I am. I have done everything there is to do in this ring. I have beaten the best this profession has to offer time and time again. I have raised the level of competition everywhere I go. I have forced my competitors to get better each and every time they step into the ring. And I have never been given a thing. Every title shot has been earned. Every victory hard fought. And every dream has been realised because I have wanted it more than anybody.

"MARISSA! MARISSA! MARISSA!"

Marissa: I may never go into the Hall of Fame. I may never become World Champion. I know that. But when my career is over, Cardiff, no one will ever say that I didn't work for it. Nobody will ever say that Marissa Monet took short cuts. Nobody will ever say that Marissa Monet was a political favourite. Nobody will ever say that Marissa Monet felt entitled to anything that she ever earned in this business. They will say that Marissa paid her debts in full. Marissa earned everything she got. From the SPW women's championship to the two-time World Tag-Team champion to the Goddess of SPW and the only wrestler with creative control to the future World champion ... everybody will say that she never ever gave an inch and she never ever backed down from a challenge. And that's why I will be remembered and Sam Bevins will not be. See, Sam Bevins, I have the power to tell you who I'm going to wrestle. I actually have the power to add myself to the match at Wrestlebowl. I don't have to jump through your hoops. But I'm not going to do it. Because that's something that Tiffany Lane would do. That's something you would do, Sam Bevins. So I'm just going to continue to beat you at your own game until you quit and you give me what I have _earned._ It all started with your ill-conceived handicap match against the Children of Hardcore. They're monstrous men. They're tough. They're dangerous and I was worried that they might end my career or hurt me badly enough to derail what I wanted, but in the end, their evil came back to haunt them and Kisragi gave me all the opportunity I needed to put those curs down. I know you shit your pants backstage watching that. I know you were quick to put together the match to find Vince Viper's replacement for Wrestlebowl. I see that match and see that you've conveniently left me out. Fine, Sam Bevins. Because all bets are off. Viper's gone. So we can't fulfill the conditions you set, but I will be earning my title shot at Legacy. The Show of the Summer. So you go prop up a champion. I will be there at Legacy, waiting. And I can say that with all confidence because tonight I beat your pet Andrew Davis. I got the right to face him and step in with the Lightweight Legend. Now all these people will get to see what I can do against a former World champion ... in a lumberjack match!

[The crowd cheers at this announcement!!]

Marissa: Twelve lumberjacks will surround this ring, Bevins. So Davis won't be able to run and hide. He has to face me ... one-on-one ... no excuses and nowhere to hide. And I will beat him. I will pin him in the centre of the ring and prove to everybody that as great as Davis is ... and he is ... that Marissa Monet is just as good and maybe better. I am worthy to be World Champion. I'm a helluva lot more worthy than some of the dudes that just sign a contract and think because they made a name for themselves somewhere else that they're going to be recognised as World Championship material right out the gate in SPW. And each and everyone of those "boys" in the back, way deep down, probably wants me to shut up and stop contending for the World Title. They never recall that the World Heavyweight title is open to anybody in the weight class. It is actually a gender neutral title. And that's why I want it. I'm entitled to it and it is the richest prize in the sport. Greatness drives me. Greatness eats at me. Greatness is all I think about. Match by match, I will march towards the goals ... the standards set by the likes of Vince Viper, Sammy Knight, Dave Pietka, and, yes, even Andrew Davis ... as the standard bearer of excellence. That World Title means everything to me. It means more to me than it does anybody in the back and I will not quit until it is either in my hands or my body breaks to ash. Cardiff, the Shark is in the water and she smells blood. Stay tuned. It will be an adventure.

[Her eyes roll over white as she smells at the air.]

Marissa: OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH ....

[The crowd finishes it for her.]

"MARISSA'S GONNA KILL YOU!"

"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"
"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!"

"MARISSA'S GONNA KILL YOU!"

"MARISSA'S GONNA KILL YOU!"

[Marissa's eyes flutter open. She draws a deep breath, looking out into the hard camera.]

Marissa: (stage whispering) Marissa's gonna kill you.

[Lindsey Page is standing by with Mandy. The ravenous SPW Reporter smiles as Page raises up a fist. Appleton smiles and brushes her brown hair back over her right ear. The Red, White and Black Banner hangs proudly in the background.]

Mandy: Ladies and Gentlemen Mandy Appleton here with Lindsey Page, the Small-

Page: I think we all know what I'm capable of. Ya know, you mouthbreathers are just getting in my away. A-Gain, As Usual. Well try it bring it sing it wing it you're all just gonna die at the hands of Lindsey Page. And, I don't think I need to prove myself to y'all so just, just get ready to get your ass broken and handed back to ya in two. I been gone way too long to start way too back and I am not a patient athlete.

So like, whatever, go ahead and bring your best because this right here-

[Lindsey holds up a signed contract.]

Page: You get no satisfaction from me. And I didn't come here to prove myself. Everyone who knows anything knows about Lindsey Page. So get this, I have a news flash. Seems Tiffany Lane has pulled a diva and refusing to set foot in the ring with Poet Wright. So I went to Samantha Bevins, and I got myself a-

[Lindsey folds her arms, contract in her glove.]

Page: What's done is done. I got me a new reason to be here. Poet Wright is one of the toughest in wrestling, any gender. She's now my tag team partner in tonight's match versus Erika Sato and Heather Owens. And when I pin the Champ, Heather no offense babe, but I'm gonna stomp ya, it's gonna be all good. So that's the news, now back to your regularly scheduled lives. Adios baby.

[Lindsey smirks at Mandy and turns to head off. Mandy scrunches up her face and looks forward.]

Mandy: Lindsey Page, her first match tonight. Poet Wright and Page to meet SPW Women's World Champ "The Prodigy" Heather Owens and Erika Sato. Everyone's gearing towards Wrestlebowl and we know that Poet will make the challenge for the title, and after what she did to Heather last week and Erika too, the motive for incentive is there.

SPW RELOAD:

[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!!]

SPW RELOAD:

POET WRIGHT & LINDSEY PAGE

HEATHER OWENS & ERIKA SATO

"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."

["Anthem" by Superchick blares as the lights slam black, the hard intro hits the airwaves. Green and white strobes pulsate 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 chorus of cheers. As the figure stands, 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 aisleway.]

"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"

[Heather Owens walks out of the back in a brand new red and white wrestling vest, standing aside as Tina Davis steps through holding Heather's Women's World Title belt high overhead! Heather takes up the Canadian Flag and waves it as Cardiff cheers, Erika Sato applauding and all three basking in the cheers as they make their way down the aisle for the ring!]

Amber: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL! AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 485 POUNDS, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY TINA DAVIS...

THIS IS THE TEAM OF SPW WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPION

"THE PRODIGY HEATHER OWENS AND ERIKA!! SAAAAAAAAAAATO!!!!

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

Sean: Erika and Heather reaching the ring and this dynamic team put together as a result of what we just saw, Poet Wright's inconscionable attack on both Owens and Sato after their sterling matchup one on one. Excellent contest, spoiled by Poet who could not see Heather losing to Sato and thus interfered putting the machinations for this upcoming fight right here in Cardiff, Wales.

Jim: And now, since apparently Tiffany Lane pulled a diva and refused to compete in this match, Lindsey Page ever the opportunist got herself put into this fight and now we're about to get her return officially to SPW!!

On the massive SPWTron, we see highlights of["Rebel Yell" by Billy Idon begins to play, kicking up across the PA System as the audience reaction is somewhat mixed! Lindsey Page, chairshotting Marissa Monet, staring at the camera as The Black Mass stand behind her, and throwing herself over the ring ropes to hit a flying plancha to the floor! Spotlights circle as they point directly at Lindsey Page standing on the metal stage!]

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

"Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumpin cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"

[Lindsey Page wears a black leather tank top and matching black buckskin chaps, her long thick red hair flowing as she points a taped fist high into the air! The audience in Cardiff roars as Page lowers her head, staring out across the massive arena, basking in the cheers and boos from a crowd so large she hasn't competed in front of for almost a year!]

"In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.."

[Lindsey begins her march down the metal ramp, striding with head held high as her hazel eyes focus on the ring, spotlights flashing behind her. The familiar journey is seeing Page begin to smile as she makes her arrival, heading down the aisle as she reaches the metal stairs and grabbing the ringpost, Lindsey climbs the steps and walks along the apron to look out across the fans. She grits her teeth as her shoulders rise and fall, then kicking out a leg steps a black boot inside and rushes to run across the ring towards the SPW Logo.]

"She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because!!"

[The music fades as Amber raises a microphone to his lips and looks at her card. Page marches right to the center of the ring as Erika and Heather stand in the corner, Lindsey climbing to step on the second rope and drape a leg over the top, arms upraised in an 'X', looking out across the thousands of roaring fans in the darkness and raises a taped fist as she points out across the crowd.]

Amber: AND THEIR OPPONENTS FIRST! FROM CONRAD, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 135 POUNDS,

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNDDSSSSSEEEEYYYYYY PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

[Darkness falls across the arena as the Gregorian chants of "Consumite Furore" begin to play amid clashing cymbals. A gory pendulum begins to swing across the Shootfire Screens, the giant white blade slicing back and forth, running down
from its serrated edges. The lights stay in their dark blue shadow as a shrouded form in a gossamer white cloak makes its way out of the back, wheeling a glass box onto the stage! The music begins a somber death march as the lone figure
wheels the box down the stage ramp, the fans becoming creeped out by the minute as they shrink back from the guardrails]

"Consumite furore
Consumite furore
Consumite furore

Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum"

[The Gregorian chants continue as the gruesome axe swings heavy across the Screen. The box continues its way for the ring, the death march chanting growing louder. The figure pushes the glass box to ringside, and begins to head up the stairs as fast as possible, stepping into the ring in a flash of gossamer robe as the eerie chanting continues on....]

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

"Magne Asteroth te iubeo
Implete hunc lapidem
Implete eum viribus
Sulfuratis vestris
Consumite eum iris vestris
Istas vires adsumem!
Lubeo te!"

[The figure throws back the robe revealing a twisted red mask made of the hair and skin of her captured victims!! The audience pops in horror, the bronze body of Poet Wright clear underneath the bizarre contraption of a black bodysuit, with
shootfighter's shinguards and boots. Her tattooed arms evident, Poet raises her hand in a knife edge shape and drops to a knee as the lights flash in darkness]

"Venite in facinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Magne Asteroth, te iubeo
Consumite eum iris vestris
Consumite! Consumite! Consumite!
Istas vires adsumem, lubeo te!
Lubeo te! Lubeo Te!
Lubeo! Lubeo Te!"

Amber: AND HER PARTNER, FROM TRINIDAD, WEIGHING IN AT 153 POUNDS, STANDING 5 FOOT 10, THIS IS

POET!!!!!!! WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

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

Sean: Lindsey Page in the ring and ready to fight, Erika Sato and Heather Owens in the ring as the fans cheer them on, Poet Wright at ringside and thus so far not getting into the ring. Tiffany Lane has refused to fight on Wright's side and the SPW GM allowing her to pull a diva act and not enter in.

Jim: Yeah but can Page still go? It's been a long time since the ICWF closed!

Sean: Page with agendas of her own but wanting to start this match off. Heather Owens in the ring, the World Champion deciding against and tagging out to Erika Sato. Sato jumps in and here's a clap for the crowd, these two wrestled each other to the limit last week- Sato and Owens and now they're teaming up for the first time ever.

Jim: Yeah and the fans couldn't be happier to see them align. Sato can go, let me tell ya what and that match voted the best fight by our fans online last week!

Sean: Thank you everyone for continuing to go to Shootfireworld.com where you can find out more about the Superstars of SPW, and right now four of them about to do battle as Referee Shane Dreamer throws his arm and calls for the bell this match is about to begin!

*DINGDINGDING!*

Sean: Lindsey Page rushing right at Sato and collar and elbow tieup! The lock and Erika with the falling takeover, Page back up and snaps the lightning fast kick into Erika's waist! Lindsey with the gutwrench ERIKA on her feet! Grabbing standing side headlock and Lindsey runs her into the ropes, Erika sent across the ring Page for the shoulderblock Erika hits a baseball slide!

Jim: Leaps and Standing Dropkick into Page's forearms!!

[Lindsey tries to catch herself as Erika kips up and locking the arm and head, turns to throw Page clear over with a huge hiptoss but Lindsey lands on her feet! Page rushes to hit the side and comes back with the flying crossbody but Sato hits the backbridge and Lindsey flies over top!!]

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

Sean: PAGE MISSED!! And rolling up ERIKA SATO WITH THE HIGH ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! TOOK HER OUT!

Jim: Sato receiving some cheers here on Conquest and heading now to tag out to Heather Owens- LINDSEY rolling forward comes up waistlock on Sato! Page wanting more!

Sean: Waistlock pickup and slam on the canvas! Lindsey swimming into a front facelock sort of a front chancery but Erika already trying to get up!

Jim: Page for the suplex no ERIKA flipped out! Reaching back for the hangman's neckbreaker LINDSEY turns inside and waistlock running Erika into the ropes! Page rolls off backwards and taking Erika Sato with her comes up with a bridge of her own she's got the pin!

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

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

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

Sean: NO! Erika kicked out! Lindsey to her feet but Sato over to tag out to Heather Owens! And the Champ jumps in!!

[The fans cheer out as Heather and Erika run to take to the air and leap up with the Double Dropkick!! Lindsey Page flies to her back, hurting as Heather takes up the legs and Sato charges the ropes, rushing back to dive into the forward roll and come up flying to land the senton across the chest! Heather leaps into a front cradle bridge and holds it as Erika spins around and floors Poet Wright clear off the apron with a roaring elbow!!!]

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

Sean: SATO TOOK OUT POET! PAYBACK FOR LAST WEEK!

Jim: AND HEATHER OWENS WITH THE PIN!!

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

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

Sean: NO PAGE KICKED OUT!!

[Poet slides into the ring and comes up to charge Heather, throwing out the high kick but Owens ducks it and as Wright turns around Heather smashes her across the face with a forearm shot!! Poet goes stumbling as Erika locks her for the death drop and flipping Poet overhead with the suplex catches the neck and kicks out to slam the Osaka Street Cutter!]

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

Sean: CUTTER! OSAKA STREET ON POET WRIGHT!!

Jim: Erika celebrating and LINDSEY SMASHING HER FROM BEHIND! AND THROWING SATO CLEAR OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

***WWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!***

Sean: NAILED HER!!! AND HEATHER INTO PAGE!! BEATING HER INTO THE CORNER!

[Owens is smashing forearms but Poet Wright charges to crash the shoulder right into the back of Heather's knee! The fans boo out as Lindsey clotheslines Heather down and Poet heads for her corner, stepping outside to take the tag rope so Lindsey can officially tag her in. The fans roar in jeering as Poet enters the ring, Heather trying to limp up and Poet paces around her, looking for an opening.]

Jim: With Erika seriously hurt, Poet Wright is smelling blood and just like that the tide's turned in the direction of the woman who will be facing for the title at Wrestlebowl- who made her name there years ago by winning a Daughters of the Future match! Since then three time World Champ, hey not too shabby if I say so myself!

Sean: Can she do it again, can she make it four times, as we watch Heather Owens fight to stand up, with a bad wheel and POET IN HAS THE LEG PICKUP AND SLAMMING HEATHER BACK INTO THE CORNER!!

[Poet unloads with fists into Heather and beating her senseless pushes the leg in through the ropes and torques it up to add agony to pain, and staring at Heather with emotionless eyes Poet headbutts Owens across the forehead and kicks the good leg out so Heather crumples to the canvas. Heather tries to get up as the Referee shouts at Wright to back off! Owens tries to stand and Poet has her by the hair, dragging Heather out from the corner and as she pulls her up Heather gouges her eye!]

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

Jim: POET hurt and HEATHER KICKS OUT THE LEG!!

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

Sean: Owens with the leglock and single leg, trying to turn it over into the boston crab, Poet Wright fighting to get free, Heather DRAGON SCREW LEGWHIP INSTEAD!!

[Poet sits up flailing as intense pain swarms through her system, and Heather rises to limp over as Erika is climbing up and Wright crawls over, grabbing onto the leg to keep Owens in! Heather turns and stomps Poet's head! Owens changes her mind as Poet rolls to the center, and the World Champ begins to circle her future contender.]

Jim: This fight quickly becoming personal, as Heather Owens determined not to back down from the terrorizing Ms. Wright. Poet may be culturing a tougher breed of wrestler as you have to be if you want to survive, let alone beat a woman like Poet Wright and this is the biggest show in SPW's entire history. So much more the pressure added to Owens to deliver.

Sean: Ah you said it best partner and Heather now, she'll need that mean streak to stay alive! Owens in and Poet punches her in the stomach! HEATHER answering back with a kneesmash to the face!

Jim: Poet hurting Heather takes her up TEXTBOOK SUPLEX!!

[The Welsh fans cheer in Cardiff as Owens immediately takes her over, pulling Wright up and snaps the suplex to take Wright over again! Poet lands her back into the mat and Heather rolls a second time, taking Poet Wright up but Poet blocks with the leg inside, so Heather hits the DDT instead!]

Sean: HEATHER HITS THE DDT AND THE FLOAT OVER! HOOKING THE LEG AND-

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

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

Jim: NO! POET WRIGHT KICKED OUT!!

[Cut to Lindsey Page who is staring with defiant eyes, at her partner as across the ring, Erika claps her hands and tries to rile the fans to support the Champ. Heather grits her teeth and comes in with a big stomp to the side of the head, Poet collapses and Owens takes up the leg to twist it around hers, and dives down sending her knee into the muscle.]

Sean: OH! Heather Owens with the attack on the leg, she may be a bit scared of Poet Wright but believe you me you wouldn't know it to see Owens take it to her, scientific as ever.

Jim: And that's why Heather's career has skyrocketed, she is a true student of the game and knows no matter how crazed, how dangerous, Poet Wright's legs and arms still human and thus able to be worn down over time.

Sean: Poet Wright with the pull back into the ropes, Wright forced to go for safety! And Heather up and leading a clap as Tina Davis does the same on the floor, the Canadians working the Welsh audience, this great Cardiff crowd that's turned out over thousands and thousands of fans here, this building at a record for Conquest shows, over 74 thousand people here and all of them RABID pro wrestling fans, this is the biggest Conquest we have ever presided over.

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

Jim: Heather Owens pointing to Erika Sato and they want to see Erika in! The International Superstar stepping to the buckles and reaching down, makes the tag out from the World Champ and Erika with a dive roll off the top to come up in a fighting stance, as Poet Wright tags out to Lindsey Page!

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

Sean: PAGE stepping in, and standing still what is she doing?

[Lindsey touches her fingertips and thumbs together in a basic mudra, inhaling deep and letting the noise of the capacity crowd soak in on all sides. Erika stares at her, moving to the middle to stop on the SPW logo as Page takes a huge breath and opens her eyes, staring right through Erika. Page smiles and moves towards the circle as Erika Sato does the same.]

Jim: A little Page yoga there and ERIKA in for the head! Lindsey drops and single leg for the pickup no Sato flies out, to her back, up and KIP UP Dropkick Missed! Page went sideways and waistlock from behind, flip to take Erika into the air SATO lands on her feet! Gutwrench on Page PAGE flying over the shoulder sleeperhold from behind!

Sean: Erika sideways to pull Page back into the ropes, using momentum to send Lindsey running across the ring! Sato with the shoulderblock to smash Page down! Erika for the side ropes POET SNAPS THE KICK-

Jim: SATO SLIDING OUT TO THE FLOOR UNDERNEATH!! SHE AVOIDED THE STRIKE!!

Sean: PAGE CLEAR OVER THE TOP ROPE ROPE FLIP DIVE INTO ERIKA SATO!!!!

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

Jim: HOW DID SHE DO THAT!?

Sean: Page going to the sky for that one thanks in assist to partner Poet Wright and Lindsey up to work the fans, taking Erika around and irish whip TO SEND SATO INTO THE BLUE RINGPOST!!

***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!!***

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jim: LINDSEY sending Erika into the post!! Oh man and Erika doesn't know where she is, Lindsey quick to toss her back inside and going all the way to the top rope!

[Page faces the crowd, and stepping up to stand on the top, slides down into the split and flips off backwards to corkscrew into the senton and smash down atop Erika Sato! Lindsey rolls up to grab the leg and-

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

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

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

Sean: NOOO!! ERIKA KICKED OUT OF STARSHIP PAIN!! And these fans very happy to see that!

Jim: Page not to be upset, taking Erika up and locking the head, reaches over to tag as she tries to walk Erika towards her corner- reaching out for Poet and SATO COUNTERS INTO A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!

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

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

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

Sean: LINDSEY KICKS OUT!! Rolling up headlock attempt no SATO sweeps out the legs! Erika with the flying lateral press!

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

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

Jim: LINDSEY bridging out! Running for the ropes, Sato shoots in to go for the fireman's carry Page diving clear over her head to come up at the far side, Erika running the opposite direction here they both come back and Sato flying for the cross body block LINDSEY ducking to catch her across her shoulders!!

[Sato throws the legs around to lock the arm and catching the head shoots around the back to get the scissors on the arm and spins to hook the other arm to fly up locking the head and pulls back on the arms to clamp in the Octopus Hold! The audience goes crazy as Lindsey's neck is being wrenched back and the Ref is in for the give, but Page rushes backwards and smashes Sato in the corner! She stumbles out to throw Erika off her shoulders and nail the Tilt a Whirl backbreaker but Sato is able to catch the head instead and send Lindsey over with a flying Satellite Armdrag!!]

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

Jim: How did she DO That!? How does Sato do these things! Erika amazing and Lindsey up ERIKA WITH THE FLYING HEADSCISSORS HURRICANRANA SENDING PAGE OVER!!

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

Sean: Page laid out, Erika charging the ropes runs dives to handstand legs off the side flying back into a flip and SUPERSTAR ELBOW DROPPED RIGHT INTO THE CHEST!!!

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

Jim: Heather Owens ready as Erika over and tags out to Heather! Sato running the ropes, HEATHER CHARGING AND RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE CHAMPION!!!

Sean: ERIKA INTO THE DIVE ROLL AND COMES UP TO LAND THE ROLLING THUNDER!! OOHHHH!!! AND OWENS WITH THE COVER!!

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

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

Sean: POET WRIGHT IN TO BREAK IT UP!!

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

Jim: POET with the KNIFE EDGE CHOP TO THE THROAT OF ERIKA SATO!!!

[Sato goes down crumpling as she grabs her neck and Heather gets up as Poet shoots out the Meet Ms. Wright Superkick! Heather sidesteps as the boot goes right past her face and locking the leg, drops to her knees to hurt the limb! Poet falls and Heather has both legs, pulling her up and stepping through, Owens applying in the Sharpshooter as the fans go wild!!]

[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: SHE JUST COUNTERED THE SUPERKICK INTO A DEATHLOCK!! AND THESE FANS WANT TO SEE POET WRIGHT SURRENDER!

Jim: YOU'D HAVE TO KILL HER FIRST!!!

[Erika crawls outside as Heather sits back, wrenching in on the legs as Poet swims in absolute pain, the Referee ordering Owens to release as Wright is not the legal woman! Owens will not let go and Lindsey gets up, to charge the ropes and slide off with the thrust kick right into the side of the head!!]

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

Jim: SHADOW KICK TO THE HEAD! HEATHER FALLS OFF POET!!

Sean: And Lindsey Page able to take advantage, as the World Champ in very bad way. Poet Wright out of the ring like a mouse caught in a steel trap, and Lindsey Page must take this time to prove to these fans that all this time away she hasn't lost a step. Now if ever, is the time to put Heather Owens away!

Jim: And that's the World Champ! Imagine a pin over Heather what it would do for the career of Lindsey Page!

[Page backs up to the corner, waiting and timing it as strands of red hair fall down over her face, as Heather tries to knee up, holding her head in misery and Wales roars out! Lindsey breaks into the run and flies to send both knees at Heather to smash her all the way back into the corner!!]

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

Sean: PAGE with Owens and sitting up on the top! Twisting her around, and SUPLEXING THE CHAMPION STRAIGHT UP INTO THE AIR!!! LINDSEY PAGE STEPPING UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WITH HEATHER HELD UPSIDE DOWN!! ALL THE BLOOD RUSHING TO HER HEAD!!!

[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jim: THE MILLENNIUM STADIUM IS COMING ALIVE!!!!

Sean: THIS COULD BE IT!!!!!

Jim: ERIKA Rushing in and jumping FOREARM to the back! Lindsey sits down and Heather swings free JAMS THE TORNADO DDT OFF THE TOP ROPE!!

[Page bounces off her skull and grabs her brains as she rolls out to the apron. Poet Wright comes across the apron and reaching in, tags herself into the fight. Heather Owens stands up and Poet jumps out to the shoot in the Meet Ms. Wright Superkick!!]

***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sean: HEATHER FALLING ERIKA HAS THE TAG ROPE SHE TAGS IN!

Jim: POET KNEESMASH INTO SATO! ERIKA ALMOST FELL OFF THE APRON!

Sean: POET WRIGHT WITH THE SUPLEX BRINGING SATO OVER NO ERIKA LANDS BACK BEHIND POET WRIGHT!

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

Jim: WRIGHT HITS HER WITH THE KNIFE EDGE CHOP!

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sean: SATO IS DOWN AND POET WITH THE COVER BOTH ARMS LOCKING THE LEG!!!

Jim: OH THIS IS IT! NO ONE KICKS OUTTA THAT!!!

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

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

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

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

Amber: YOUR WINNERS! POET WRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! AND LINDSEY PAAAAAGE!!!!!

{Erika Sato rolls over, gripping her throat as she tries to come to, Heather Owens leaning in the corner as both are clearly disappointed at being the losers in this all-important tag match. The fans are booing, raining down thunderous jeers as Sato rubs her throat, depressed at tasting her first loss in SPW.]

Sean: And with that, one knife edge chop to the throat and that was all it took. Don't feel bad Erika, International Superstar or not, I don't care what language you speak a Poetic Justice speaks a three count on any continent in the world of pro wrestling. Poet Wright continues to steamroll over the competition and Lindsey Page scores her first big win in this tag fight that sees Poet beat Erika much to the dismay of her Shootfire fans, and SPW Conquest moves on.

Jim: Yeah no kidding Sean, Poet Wright the woman to beat in Shootfire Pro Wrestling and could that be the scene at Wrestlebowl? The way things are looking I say the odds are definitely on Ms. Wright's side, we could be looking at the Next World Champ!

Sean: We take you now to part two of our special interview, Jack Sharp with Marcus Davis at the God Complex in Chicago, Illinois.

#Darkness#

Marcus: You know…I almost saw that coming…

[The scene opens back to the interview area at the Chicago Headquarters, Jack and Marcus is still seated as they were before we cut off last time. Marcus has an intense, yet controlled look on his face as he leans back on the couch.]

Marcus: Sam always liked to do everything from behind, so her having Lowell attack me from behind makes perfect sense…

[Marcus slowly moves his hands as he speaks, eventually shrugging after finishing his thought.]

Marcus: I’m not going to sugar coat anything when it comes to Brady Lowell; you’re nothing short of leach. I know Sam gave you a nice bonus for attacking me during my match. On the next Conquest, I’m going to make short work of you. Samantha can make the match or not. Either way, I will make an example out of you. Nobody will take cheap shots at the Code Of Honor and get away without retribution. The Code Of Honor is here to keep justice in order, and on a more personal level…

I don’t appreciate some has been from the 90s attempting to regain his name by taking a shot at me. If you wanted to be embarrassed on national TV, all you had to do was ask…

[Marcus shrugs again, the calm intensity remains with his body language.]

Sharp: Do you feel the attack was arranged to distract you from your match at Wrestlebowl?

[Marcus responds before Jack can finish pronouncing “Wrestlebowl.”]

Marcus: Absolutely, being in the ring against Dave Pietka and Andrew Davis requires complete focus. If you aren’t mentally prepared you have already guaranteed your own defeat, Samantha knows that. She just doesn’t understand how I’ve changed; she doesn’t understand that I’m not going to allow these small issues get in my way anymore.

Sharp: How have you changed?

Marcus: The old Marcus; before putting together the Code Of Honor, before actually listening to what my friends around me were telling would have brushed this off on the outside, but in the inside would allow it to stew. Unfortunately for Andrew, Dave, and Lowell I have realized the only way to deal with disrespect is to confront it head on.

[Sharp looks a bit confused.]

Sharp: What are you saying?

[Marcus grins.]

Marcus: To put it as simply as possible, I’m going to beat the hell out of Brady Lowell, put him in his place, and concentrate fully on my match for the SPW World Championship. That’s the only thing in my career that means anything right now, if I become World Champion at Wrestlebowl, I will have confirm my own confidence and put those who doubt me in their place.

[Fade.]

[As we pick up from where he left off at, we last saw Frostbite enter the arena via helicopter heading into the arena to discuss some possible business with Sensuous Samantha or at least that is what we think, Frostbite is doing. As the scene picks up the security member is moving Frostbite right along in the backstage area as he tries his very best to get him into SSBs office rather quickly without anybody else really notice, well good luck on that one. Because as he does, other members of the security team quickly turn there heads as they notice Frostbite quickly moving right along. A couple of backstage hand spot Frostbite as well as they stop whatever they were doing as they take a long look at Frostbite.]

Jim: It appears that Frostbite is heading at least we believe right for the Conquest General Manager's office.

Sean: And Frostbite has turn a few heads as well.

[ As he continue toward SSBs office, we spot a couple of the local wrestlers at the large buffet table as they stop and take a look at Frostbite. The security member is joining by a couple of other members of the SPW security team.]

Jim: Man that are treating, Frostbite like some kind of rock star or like he was the Prince.

[They finally reach, SSB's office as well it reads on the door in big red letters......

* SENSUOUS SAMANTHA *

[The security member opens the door as we spot SSB sitting on a rather large gray sofa on her blackberry. Frostbite comes into the room as he takes off his blue sunglasses as he approaches SSB, as he gets off the cellphone as the two shake hands. Sam nods at the security member and he leaves the room. Frostbite takes a seat on the same sofa as SSB heads over to a bar just a few feet away from the sofa as moves behind it. She grabs herself a bottle of champagne and pops the cork on it. She takes two glasses from behind the bar as he begins to pour.]

Frostbite: Glad to have received that call from AJ Black. It has been awhile since we last talked. Even though it was a short appearance that I made the last time around, I was impressed with this company. SPW is highly thought of in many wrestling circles.

[Samantha puts the champagne bottle down as he picks up the two glasses as he heads back over to the sofa and hands one glass to Frostbite as the two toast.]

SSB: AJ was right about you.

Frostbite: I know Black and I have always had off and on contract talks and we had decided on, you know the dollar amount we talked about is just about right. I am guessing that offer still stands.

SSB: Of course.

Frostbite: You want to put more to that. Man you are certainly making it hard to say no.

[Samantha reclines back, the champagne brimming in her cup. Her eyes are twinkling.]

SSB: Let's just say you sign with SPW to be an exclusive commodity not only will we follow through on what AJ put together, but we'll add in a deal for merchandising rights that has never been seen before. Frosty this new deal will make your face almost identifiable with Shootfire Pro.

[Frostbite gets up off the sofa as he walks around the room as if he is thinking about this offer long and hard. But he suddenly spots himself in his tracks.]

Frostbite: You know some people in your locker room are probably thinking that I am not really worth all of the money that you are offering me. They feel I might have a need to prove myself to them.

[Frostbite pauses before he continues.]

Frostbite: I understand that you have a PPV coming up shortly here. Wrestlebowl, and there is something called a Wrestlebowl cup.

SSB: Oh? That's right.

Frostbite: The winner not only gets a cup, but a large sum of money.

SSB: And goes down in history as a Wrestlebowl Winner. But I didn't know that your schedule was open.

Frostbite: I tell you, you want me there Sensuous Sam, how about you including The Cold Hearted Bastard for a chance to capture the Wrestlebowl Cup. I want to show you and the people in your locker room that I am certainly worth all the hype and so much more.

[A smiles across the lips of Frostbite.]

Frostbite: And if I happen to win the Cup, then I will be willing to put up the money that I win, and the cup against your World Champion.

CROWD: YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Frostbite: Samantha if you want me to make an impact then my God I am going to give you want you and these people want.

SSB: I can see that there's no saying no to you. Tell you what. If you're that into Wrestlebowl then why not have a match here to re-familiarize you with the SPW Fans. Why not next Monday night, on SPW Conquest?

Frostbite: Maybe we can work something out. Let's just kick back and enjoy the rest of the show.

Jim: Frostbite is throwing his name into the mix to crown the winner of the Wrestlebowl cup.

Sean: That is what I am hearing.And he is so arrogant that he wants the winner of the World title match as well!

Jim: Well Frostbite has a reputation of being a little bit cocky, but he can back it up.

Sean: And we have to remember this guy hasn't sign a deal yet either.

Jim: I will tell you one thing, this Wrestlebowl is shaping up to be something really good.Sean: And this next episode of SPW Conquest, we will have the Wrestlebowl Draft!

Jim: That's right the four teams of Shootfire's best will be determined as they go on to face each other and our family federations. You know winning Wrestlebowl's tournament has been a staple of many famous careers. It's Pro Wrestlings All-Star Game, Pro Bowl and Survivor all in one. Winners advance to a two ring battle royal and compete for a One Million Dollar Prize. The first event set the standard, but the Wrestlebowl II saw the first time Shootfire Pro Wrestling competed as Ian Lightfoot won a parking lot Battle Royal but was refused entry into the actual final match. And now eight years later SPW plays host to Wrestlebowl and we will all find out who becomes the next Champion and winner of the Million Dollar Prize.

Sean: But first we must establish the eight teams that will start off with four going into the two ring battle royal. Now, SOW, NJWF and the DCWL will be three of the teams, and a fourth mystery team has been entered. But the four teams of 16 individuals from Shootfire Pro Wrestling will see four teams of four athletes fight to see who it wants it the most. How much will luck play a part in this?

Jim: When you look back at some of the names that have won this, Shane Matthews, Brody Thunder, Alex Martinez, this is the chance to be something bigger than just a name- this can make you a household name in this business!

Sean: Yeah no doubt partner, absolutely, and the winners of every single match will go to the two ring battle royal and "The Top Dog" Rick Styles along with Parent Company of SPW Myriad Capital Management Owner Gideon Cain will be on hand to award the Wrestlebowl Trophy Cup and a huge certified check award of One Million Dollars to the winner, wrestling fans it all begins next Conquest as we go forward and decide teams to compete at this year's Wrestlebowl.

[The scene cuts to the backstage area. Specifically, the locker room of Erika Sato mere moments after her loss in the tag match at the hands of Tiffany Land and Poet Wright. Sweat pouring down her head, arms and torso, she rips the tape from her wrists, tossing it across the room angrily.]

ES: Frakk!

[Taking a seat atop the table, her feet up on the chair, she begins to unlace her kick pads, stopping to wipe the sweat that's still forming on her brow.]

ES: Gods damnit!

[Reaching underneath her arms, she grabs her top at the bottom seem and lifts the top up over her head. Once free of it, she tosses it over in the corner in a huff as well. A deep sigh, she rests back, her chest still covered by a black sports bra. Reaching into the waistband of her tights, she unties it some, loosening them so that they hang lower off her hips and give a bit more comfort.]

ES: Oh Erika...

[Cigarette in hand, she lights it quickly and takes a deep, slowly drag from it. Exhaling the smoke into the air, she leans back, her head resting against the wall, her eyes upward towards the ceiling.]

ES: What the fuck are you doing here?

Orchid: The same thing I'm doing here, chasing the dragon Sato-san.

[And there stood the hardcore diva herself, Orchid. She had a smirk on her face and a bottle of water in her hand. Erika looked over and her eyes glazed over.]

ES: Is it truly the dragon we chase or for some of us, is it simply the ghostly image of where the dragon once was?

[Her eyes closed tightly, she scoots herself backwards, so that her back is flat against the wall. Rubbing her eyes, she sighs once more as she takes a drag from the cigarette before offereing it to Orchid.]

Orchid: No thanks. I quit. I quit a lot of things. It depends if the Dragon itself, ever existed, or if we walk this rocky path, hallucinating that dragon, because we can find no better excuse to tell those we love why we do, what we do.

ES: And what if it did exist, but the dragon's not our own?

Orchid: That, my dear Erika, sounds like a personal issue. I'm not the one with a last name to honor and a dynasty to maintain. I am but a single woman in the world, chasing my dreams.

ES: Which are what these days, exactly?

Orchid: Women's Division Hardcore Dominance. And my Beau Owen. Not much really. And you my golden lotus?

[She scoffs as she takes another drag from the smoking cancer stick. She reveals a half cocked smile as she slides her eyes over towards Erika.]

ES: I wish I knew.

Orchid: Couldn't stay away, could you? By the way Erika, how IS Devon?

[Erika's eyes narrow as she cocks one eyebrow upwards.]

ES: He's fine. Thank you.

Orchid: Good! Glad to hear it! So let me cut to the chase, I'm only standing here because I had to see it to believe. The great and powerful Erika Sato in MY SPW? Surely the management roster jested! But here you are in the flesh and blood!

ES: Indeed I am. What can I say, I couldn't get the voices in my head to hush.

Orchid: Those voices in your head always were a problem....

[Orchid cocked her head and scowled a little. She was icy and frigid. As if she didn't really want to be there.]

ES: Yea... they seemed to be a lot of people's problems.

[Erika returns the look, briefly however, as she goes back to her normal position, trying to calm, and cool, down.]

Orchid: I think I know what you need. Perhaps you should....make a challenge. Introduce the SPW to Erika Sato! This is a cut throat company. You have to make them notice you.

[Eyes forward towards her, both eyebrows cocked upwards.]

ES: Go on.

Orchid: There is this.....beast of a woman, named Poet. She's a dastardly thing that quite frankly, is a very, unique individual. Mask of human skin and hair, spooky ooky and all that fun stuff. Challenge her. Make yourself known! I went after her, did wonders for me. Unless that is you think some oddity with a mask of skin and hair is too much for you? I know it's been awhile....

ES: Very funny, Orchid. So this... Poet. Sounds a lot like your cousin but with worse fashion sense. Fine. Whatever. Maybe your right.. maybe this is what I need. None of this cliche hype. Just.. throw myself back into the fire.

Orchid: You have been gone awhile. My dear cousin has changed. I digress. Go for the jugular Erika. Nobody is going to hand you anything in this place. I learned that first hand. It's kill or be killed. No regrets. Just like the old times, eh?

[Orchid gives Erika a friendly tap on the leg as she smiles and quickly lets herself out, Erika nodding to her question. Once gone, Erika stops the nodding and begins to bite her bottom lip, her eyes slowly filling with worriment.]

ES: Yea.. just like old times.

ANDREW DAVIS vs MARISSA MONET
Lumberjack Match

[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 lifts his hand, revealing a microphone. He makes a motion with his left hand and his entrance is cut off.]

Jim: Hooray, Davis wants to share his wisdom with us!

Sean: You have to be a member of his fan club.

Jim: I’m one of the longest serving Presidents. After Owen Wilson and Vile “Vince” Viper.

Jack: Andrew Davis begins to walk down to the ring, a sly smile on his face, always seeming a step ahead of everyone else.

Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen of Wales, my fourth favorite country in the U.K., how are you this fine evening?

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

Sean: How amusing does Andrew Davis think he is?

Jim: He’s adorable. Everything he touches turns to gold, even words.

Davis: I’m kidding, of course. I saw “The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain.” I get it. I understand your hopes, dreams, and fears, and I want you to rest assured – a decision will be forthcoming.

[Andrew walks up the steps and stands on the apron, looking out at the masses of Cardiff.]

Davis: Let me put an end to the speculation. When I reacquire my world title at Wrestlebowl, I will still be known as AD3, not AD4.

Sean: Mind, consider yourself at ease.

Davis: Since I don’t believe that I ever truly, officially lost my title, and now that the man that I supposedly lost to has abandoned Shootfire to return to his grave, the only person who thinks that I lost the belt is Kieran Rae, who is married to AsH. Case closed. While I might technically be the 4-time world champion, and while few – other than my opponent this evening – will argue that 4 is greater than 3, I will still be Shootfire’s World Champion, from Iconoclasm, to Wrestlebowl, to the indefinite future. The Age of Andrew Davis isn’t ending anytime soon.

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

Sean: He may be a lightweight, but Andrew Davis’ ego barely fits into Millennium Stadium.

Jim: You don’t like him because he believes in himself? Isn’t that what we teach children? You’re mad at him that he had great parents, apparently?

Sean: I’m going to audibly sigh. SIGH.

Davis: Amber, I’m sorry, please continue.

Amber: AND HIS OPPONENT, 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!!!!!!!!!!!

[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"

[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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

"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!"

[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!"

"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"

[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!"

[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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Amber: 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!"

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

Jim: Oh great Davis has no friends on the roster and he's going to have an uphill fight at the rest of the Shootfire locker room who would love to get their hands on Andrew! Davis yelling at the athletes to stay back and walking up to Marissa- holds out the handshake and Monet accepting?

Sean: PUNCH FROM BOTH!!

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

Jim: DAVIS to the eyes and irish whips Marissa who swings into a droptoehold to take down Andrew going for the ankle lock Davis rolls out and kicks Marissa away!

[Andrew rears back and throws himself up with the Kip Up Dropkick but Monet jumps to the side as Davis misses! Andrew turns with the flying heel kick but Monet catches it under her arm and falls to twist in the dragon screw!! Andrew goes to his back once again but as Monet steps over for the heel hook Davis rolls forward to get free!]

Sean: Andrew up and running at the ropes he slams off the side and flies Flying SPINNING BACK ELBOW Taking Marissa down! Andrew Davis over and up as he runs the ropes step up to Legdrop off the top and land it down hard across the Great Black Shark, Andrew Davis quickly for the pin and

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

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

Jim: NOO A thunderous kickout from Monet she wants this win so she can earn the right to challenge for the title, with VVV out of Shootfire all she has to do is beat Davis! Andrew to his feet and has the head, Monet with the inside uppercut and snapmare to take the former Champ over!

Sean: And Marissa with the arms spread apart, boot in the shoulders as Davis trying to stand, Monet with amazing flexibility Andrew twisting and turning and rolling Marissa over! HE has her wrists and jumps with the bodyscissors for the Queen Angelito Stretch! Submission Hold locked in no Andrew Davis rolling backwards to take Monet over and up he has the prawn cradle backbridge pin!!

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

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

Sean: MONET KICKS OUT!! To her feet and DAVIS WITH THE ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE FACE!! MARISSA DOWN!!

Jim: ANDREW SPINS AND MOONSAULT PRESS!! Once again hooking the leg and grapevines the arm, hands are locked and he's going for it!

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

Sean: MARISSA KICKS OUT AT ONE!! Huge show of offense from the Shark as these fans here in the Millennium Stadium cheering out! Andrew up and going for the side headlock, twisting around to go for the arm MARISSA With a rolling drop toehold, into the kneebar and coming up the submission hold locked in Andrew Davis grappling over to swim at the side and he goes right into the ring ropes!!

[The fans are booing as Davis holds on, shaking his head as he yells to the Ref to get Monet off his legs. Marissa releases, with reluctance, and rises to go for the leg but Andrew slams her throat off the top rope! The fans are booing as Davis leaps to the second rope and flies back to send the knee into her forehead!!]

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

Sean: MARISSA DOWN! AND DAVIS WITH THE STOMP INTO THE NECK!!

Jim: Monet trying to get up, Andrew DIVES The Elbow into her back!!

Sean: Marissa holding her head and Andrew Davis to sit on the top rope flipping back wow right into a Moonsault Press down across the back!! And now on top of Monet he has the arms in the face, wrenching back the rear chinlock applied as Andrew Davis thus so far able to avoid being sent out to the Lumberjacks!

[ONO HEZONFAIA and Shane Diamond are yelling in Andrew's ear as El Rey Futuro and James O'Connor move in close to taunt Davis into quitting. The camera goes across the ring to Eddie Christian who is looking on in approval, arms folded and he shouts to Marissa to keep it up, to put the pressure in. Back inside the ring, Andrew Davis finally reaches the ropes and the Ref says break but Marissa keeps the hold locked in a few counts more than she should have and releases to throw Andrew down on the canvas.]

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

Sean: And Marissa playing to the fans and the audience as Shayne Grissom applauding for her on the outside floor. These wrestling fans in Cardiff, Wales surely do love to see the Great Black Shark, they came out for Marissa and she's not letting her audience forget!

Jim: Monet to pull up Davis and trying for the Camel Clutch perhaps NO!! Davis pulling out back between her legs has the wrists and flips Marissa over! Andrew with the arms over Monet's head to stand her up and ducking underneath the PICKUP FOR THE STRAIGHTJACKET SUPLEX!! WITH THE BRIDGE!!!

[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

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

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

Sean: AND MARISSA KICKS OUT!! WOW! JUST LIKE THAT!

Jim: ALMOST HAD HER!!

Sean: Davis going up top!

[The fans are yelling as Marissa gets up and turns around, just to see Andrew Davis fly off the top rope and shoot the kick at her face, and Monet catches Andrew to spike the backbreaker!! The audience screams as Andrew jumps around the center of the ring with an arched back, holding his spine in and Marissa Monet locks on the side headlock and steps into the back of the knee, forcing Davis down and brings her right knee into his face!]

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

Jim: Ack not the face, that's 20 dollars a headshot! 40 for an Autographed one!!

Sean: Davis ripping off the fans aside, Andrew Davis may have to really get serious in this one as it's clear he has been trying for the speedy finish but the longer this goes on the more damage his legs take and that's half his offense right there!

Jim: I better get my glossies!

Sean: Andrew Davis to his feet and going for the eyes, NO MARISSA WITH THE CLAWHOLD AND LIFTING STO!!! SHE SLAMMED HIM WITH THE HAND OF GOD!!!!

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

Jim: SIX FOOT SIX THE GENETIC PHENOM STRIKES AGAIN!!

Sean: Shades of hanging AJ Black out a window!! And Andrew Davis doesn't know what hit him, trying to get to his feet and Marissa with arm, rolling back to send the hard hammer throw and Davis sent running to the corner!

[Marissa lunges in and gives chase but Davis leaps to the top rope! He balances as the fans roar and Monet simply shoves him clear off the turnbuckle and Davis goes to the floor, taking down El Rey Futuro and Owen Cage!!]

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: AND MONTANA AND DIAMOND ON ANDREW WITH KICKS AND STOMPS!! HERE COME ONO HEZONFAIA AND JAMES O'CONNOR!!

[James pulls up Andrew Davis and wrapping the head pulls the man backwards and jumps to smash the Death Drop into the floor!! The fans are cheering as everyone moves to pull Davis up, and they toss him back inside the ring! Marissa is in the air and lands the thunderous kneedrop across the chest as Davis kicks and flops in pain!!]

[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: Oh the Shootfire Locker Room loving that they get to do this! And Andrew Davis rolling up, MARISSA WITH THE YAKUZA KICK-

***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***

Jim: CLEARED HIM OUT INTO THE CORNER!!

Sean: Nearly put him out! Monet into the corner and irish whip! NO! Davis reversing! Swinging Marissa around Monet to the air and DROPKICKS OUT THE KNEE!!

[Andrew curses as he goes down to a single leg, grabbing his legbrace in pain and Marissa leaps to let the back brain heel kick fly!!]

***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!**

Sean: DAVIS SPAT OUT HIS GUM!!

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

Jim: SHE KICKED THE GUM OUTTA HIS FACE! AND DAVIS DOWN ON THE CANVAS!! MARISSA REALLY FEELING IT! GOING INTO THE BLOOD IN THE WATER TRANCE!!!!

[Monet begins to flex and feed off the ravenous crowd! Her eyes roll back as she crouches down low, nostrils flaring as if smelling blood and Andrew Davis starts to get up! Monet times the move and jumps right as Davis goes into a backflip to catch Monet across the face with the Pele Kick!!]

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

Sean: DAVIS SENDING MONET INTO THE SIDE!! -AND -AND! AND HE TOSSES MARISSA OVER TO THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!!

Jim: AND RIGHT AT THE FEET OF TEAM EGO!!!!

[Owen Cage and Shane Diamond look up, and then to the fans, and then to each other! They shrug and start putting the boots to Marissa Monet as Eddie Christian charges around the ring and leaps to clothesline into Shane taking him down! Dirt Dog Unique Allah whirls Owen around and beats into him with a slugging haymaker that sends the former Champ spinning!]

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jim: WE HAVE A FIGHT! A BRAWL BETWEEN TEAM EGO AND ONE HALF OF SWAGGER AND DESIRE!!!

Sean: THE LUMBERJACKS NOW FIGHTING AMONGST EACH OTHER AND THE REST TO PULL THEM APART!

Jim: Andrew Davis hurting and what's this?

[Tiffany Lane slides halfway into the ring and tosses Davis a billy club! The Referee isn't looking as Andrew rises and seeing the weapon in his hands, pauses for a second as Monet climbs back inside! The fans are booing as Tiffany is already halfway up the aisle and Andrew shouts at her that he doesn't need her help! Davis turns around and goes face to face with a fuming Marissa who stomps out the knee as hard as she can!!]

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

Jim: DAVIS WASN'T GOING TO CHEAT!

Sean: DAVIS HITS MARISSA IN THE GUTS WITH THE CLUB!!!

Jim: WELL NOW HE IS!!!

Sean: AND ANDREW TOSSING THE STICK!   SHOVING HIMSELF TO THE AIR AND HE CATCHES MARISSA MONET WITH THE HEADSHOT!!!!

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

Jim: But can Andrew Davis even manage a cover!? He may have caught her thanks to that Billy Club but as he tosses that weapon away he has to limp over, and go for the pin and Davis with the leg he's got it hooked with both arms!!

Sean: OH A Headshot and Marissa's chances at being a World Heavyweight Champion at least for now may be dashed as Andrew Davis has her pinned in the center of the ring!

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

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

3 NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Jim: ANDREW SITS UP! HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

Sean: DAVIS BESIDE HIMSELF AND NEITHER CAN THESE FANS!

Jim: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! HOW BADLY DOES MONET WANT TO WIN!?!

Sean: Oh what a feather in her cap would it be if she could finally defeat the one man who lays a real claim to being the uncrowned Champ! Andrew Davis shocked beyond belief but he has to swallow it and muster the attack as he hobbles to drag up Monet and MARISSA WITH THE SINGLE LEG PICKUP AND DROPS THE KNEEBREAKER!!

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

Jim: DAVIS ON HIS BACK! AND MARISSA WITH THE LEG, SPIN AROUND AND SITS DOWN- SHE'S GOT CLENCHED IN THE FIGURE FOUR!

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

[The Lumberjacks are yelling as EGO and Christian are finally on the opposite sides, and Marissa is shaking and spasming, trying to rock to add even more pressure to the already agonizing pain that Andrew Davis is currently in! His knee being wedged into his other leg, Andrew sits up as pain racks through his body! The Referee is shouting for the give but Davis won't do it, collapsing for a second and the Official checks his shoulders!]

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

Sean: DAVIS SITTING UP!! And pulling at his hair, that leg really taking a beating as Davis with the fist up into the air, and FLIPPING OFF MARISSA MONET!!

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

Jim: HA!! Monet enraged! DAVIS ROLLS HER OVER AND THE PRESSURE REVERSED!!

Sean: Now it's Monet's turn to feel the pain! NO MARISSA ROLLS HIM OVER!!

Jim: DAVIS UP AND DIVES OVER HE HAS THE ROPES!!

Ref: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!! COME ON MARISSA! BREAK!!

Sean: The Referee scolding Marissa Monet for not breaking the hold all the while Andrew Davis hollering bloody murder to get her off his leg. Davis smart enough to maneuver himself and Marissa saying she'll back off, she does not want to risk getting disqualified in this all important match, as Andrew Davis tries to right himself-

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

Jim: MARISSA MONET WITH THE CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! AND ANDREW DAVIS SENT OFF FLYING TO THE FLOOR!!!

Sean: AND HERE COME THE LUMBERJACKS STOMPING AND KICKING!!!

[The Dirt Dog Unique Allah jumps on Andrew Davis and begins to dry hump the former Champ as Eddie Christian taunts Andrew to his face, and slaps him across the mouth! The audience in Cardiff cheering, Davis fights to struggle free as the Ref says for the lumberjacks to get Davis in the ring! Marissa backs off to the center, and spreading out her arms, drops to a knee to motion for the fans to get her back!!]

[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: Andrew Davis getting the holy hell beat out of him and Marissa could not have picked a better stipulation for this fight as no one in the locker room likes him, even if he has been markedly different in recent weeks.

Jim: Old hatreds die hard and the SPW Locker Room taking out their long held frustrations on the former World Heavyweight Champ!

Sean: And dragging Davis in, throwing him oh, into the bottom rope and now just shoving Andrew Davis inside the ring, as Marissa Monet dragging Davis to the center of the ring. The man can barely even move, as Marissa- heading to the top rope!?

[The fans pop as Monet pauses at the corner, stepping up to the bottom turnbuckle and raises a fist to the crowd! She climbs up to the top as the crowd is roaring!! Monet stands on the top turnbuckle, and as Davis lays beneath her, Marissa jumps into the air, legs out first and lands her back right down into Davis!!!]

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

Sean: SENTON BACKSPLASH FROM MARISSA MONET!!! AND ROLLING OFF THE EYES ROLL BACK I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE HIT A TOP ROPE MANEUVER!!!!

Jim: MARISSA REALLY SHOWING US SOMETHING HERE TONIGHT!!!

Sean: WORKING THE FANS LIKE NONE OTHER AND ANDREW DAVIS TRYING TO GET UP!! NO WAIT! MARISSA WITH THE WRIST! SPINS TO SEND DAVIS INTO THE ROPES!!

[Andrew dives forward to slam his legs off the top and flies back into the spring but Marissa kicks him right in the stomach! Davis collapses and Marissa drags him up, clamps in the waistlock and rolls them both backwards to come up and scream as she launches Andrew Davis clear over the top rope with the German Suplex at the floor!!!]

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

Sean: DAVIS HANGS ON!! AND SLAMS THE SIDE OF THE RING!!!

Jim: HOW DID HE-

Sean: DAVIS KICKING DIRT DOG IN THE FACE! AND STOMPS EDDIE CHRISTIAN AWAY!!

Jim: ANDREW SLIDING RIGHT BACK IN HE AVOIDED THE LUMBERJACKS!!!

[Davis spits at them and turns around as she leaps to catch the Shark Attack! Davis throws her off as fast as he can and Marissa lands on her feet! Andrew backs up and takes to the air with the flying Superkick but Monet hits the backbridge and Davis lands on his bad leg! Stomping around Andrew turns and Monet hooks the leg up and wraps the head before turning Davis inside out with the Moss Covered Three Handled Family Gredunza!!]

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

Jim: DAVIS RIGHT ON HIS HEAD WITH THE NECKBREAKER! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!

Sean: I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE! AND MARISSA MONET THE EYES GOING WHITE!!

[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!!!"

"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!!!"

"SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!!!"

Sean: COULD THIS BE IT!? COULD MARISSA MONET FINALLY BE THE ONE TO TAKE DOWN ANDREW DAVIS!!

Jim: SHE WOULD HAVE A WORLD TITLE SHOT COMING! THE MILLENNIUM STADIUM COMES ALIVE!!!!

[Marissa drops down low as Davis tries to limp up, putting pressure on the leg but Monet runs the ropes and comes back with the clip aimed at the back of the knee and Andrew just leapfrogs backwards to miss her! He lands on his leg and yells as Monet leaps to send the flying roundhouse kick right into his head and shoulder! Andrew drops down grabbing his neck and Marissa rips him over to go for the Katihajime and yanks Davis up, but Andrew gets his legs back to wrap them around her and dives forward to reverse into a rolling front cradle pin!!]

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

Sean: DAVIS SO QUICK! HE GOT HER!!

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

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

Sean: MARISSA KICKED OUT!! AND DAVIS SENT FLYING INTO THE SECOND ROPE!!!

Jim: DIRT DOG PLASTERS ANDREW DAVIS WITH A HAYMAKER!!!!

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

Sean: MARISSA DRAGGING ANDREW UP!! INTO THE AIR AND GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!

Jim: SHE HOLDS THE BRIDGE!

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

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

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

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

Sean: MARISSA MONET HAS DONE IT, SHE HAS PINNED THE WORLD CHAMP!!

Jim: MONET BEATS ANDREW DAVIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Sean: AMAZING! THE MILLENNIUM STADIUM RISING TO CHEER THEIR HEROINE!!!

[Monet stands with her arm raised as her Lumberjacks climb up into the ring and celebrate with her! The fans are cheering as "Deepest, Bluest" begins blasting over the PA System and Marissa is elevated by the SPW Locker Room! Monet is smiling as she yells to the crowd, one step closer to realizing her dream!!!]

Sean: Oh this is fantastic, and SPW Conquest, wow we will be right back!

Jim: No kidding! This is the biggest day in Monet's life!!

Sean: And now Ladies and Gentlemen the final part of the special sit down interview with Marcus Davis, a man who will be going to Wrestlebowl to compete for the vacant Heavyweight Championship of the World.

#Darkness#

Sharp: I’ve never quite seen you in this state of mind Marcus, what brought about this kind of change?

[Our visual again shows Jack Sharp and Marcus Davis on their respective couches. Marcus again is leaned back, a confidence is about him as he again prepares to answer Sharp’s question.]

Marcus: It was needed in order to reach my full potential. I’ve dealt with Dave Pietka in the past; Dave is one of those sick individuals that are always confident in their abilities no matter what. I haven’t forgotten what he did to me, and I have yet to forget how much he gets on my nerves. He has his “Evil Voodoo Army” and enough monikers to last a life time. There is a lot of unfinished business between us; this is my first opportunity to make him realize that he is facing his superior. I will not…Listen carefully Jack…

[Marcus points his finger at Sharp.]

Marcus: I will not allow Dave Pietka to have the final word in this discussion, he started a war; Marcus Davis will be the one to finish it. If there’s nothing left of Dave Pietka afterwards…

That’s perfectly fine by me.

Sharp: What about your thoughts on Andrew Davis?

Marcus: Andrew is one of those weird individuals that talks a lot of game, but actually has the talent to back it up. Unfortunately, that is also his downfall. Andrew Davis is his own biggest fan, when that is the case you are susceptible to underestimating your opposition. Honestly, I look forward to testing my skills against his. He knows how to raise the bar, if you aren’t willing to push yourself as hard as he will, you don’t belong in the main event of Wrestlebowl.

[Sharp nods his head once more, crossing his right leg over his left.]

Sharp: What will become of Marcus Davis if he doesn’t win the SPW World Championship at Wrestlebowl?

Marcus: If that is the case, I’m going to make sure I get my opportunity in a one on one environment. I am not in the least bit worried about not winning, if I can execute the way I believe I can, then there’s no one that can keep me from becoming the World Champion. As I said earlier, my heart and soul will be left in the ring in attempt to become World Champion. You’re going to see more from Marcus Davis than you thought possible. If Dave, Andrew, or anyone else can stop me from gaining the World Championship on that night, I give them all the credit in the world…

[Pause.]

But, they will not stop me for long.

Sharp: Thank you again for your time Marcus.

[The two lean over and shake hands.]

Marcus: Not a problem Jack.

[Fade.]

[Out of nowhere, some old-timey piano and horns start piping through the speakers.]

Jim: What the...?

Sean: I don't know. I don't even recognize this music.

[As some Double Bass and drums come into the mix, a voice can also be heard...

"So, as you can see.
I go back and forth.
That's right, and side to side."

"Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and side to side."

"Well, I'll start advertisin',
And make some real money!"

[Lights start to flash near the ring entrance as some more vocals kick in... Doctor Steel's vocals, with a female back up.]

"Listen to me.
Listen to me.
My children. (OW!)"

"Listen to me.
Listen to me.
Listen, children."

[And as the main vocals kick in, a figure bounds through the entrance... dressed in a black "Evil Voodoo Army" T-shirt(and at this point, we don't even have to describe him anymore,) jeans, and a black fedora with a skull-and-crossbones design stitched into the front.]

Sean: DAVE PIETKA!

[Dur!]

Jim: The Evil Voodoo Icon, prepped to take the stage at Wrestlebowl for the SPW Championship, making his way down to the ring.

Sean: More than likely to speak his mind about all this!

Jim: Well, he's gone on record saying that he thinks he never really lost the Championship in the first place. That the only reason Sammy Knight beat him was because of AsH.

Sean: It's no secret. Dave Pietka has been incredibly bitter about the whole ordeal, and now he's presented a chance to actually get what he thinks is his back around his waist!

[Pietka saunters down the aisle, arms spread out in open display as he kind of bounces along to Doctor Steel's "Back And Forth," a wide smile on his face.

"Gather around and hear the sound of my voice.
Yes, girls and boys. Well, you're makin' a choice.
You can think for yourselves or you can buy all my toys.
Disregard mental health. Jump around, make some noise."

[Pietka stops in the middle of the aisle, pointing at some random fans, mouthing along with the song.]

"I'd never lie to you.
You know I'd die for you.
Yeah, I love you, too.
So just do what you do.
Consume and gobble it up.
C'mon, show me some love, or I'll be blowin' you up."

[And once that moment passes, Pietka starts walking rather normally to the ring, circling it until he reaches Stone, swiping a microphone from him... flashing the announcer a smile as he does it... and starts to enter the ring.]

"I'm lyin' through my teeth
To get everything I need.
I'll be what'cha want me to be
That's why I'm dancin', dancin'!"

[And as the chorus kicks up, Pietka steps into the ring, still all smiles, and makes a hand-motion to have the music cut... which it is. The Evil Voodoo Icon then bounds around the ring a little, soaking up all the adoration from the crowd, nodding his head in agreement as he brings the microphone to his lips.]

Pietka: Hey there, kiddies!

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

Pietka: Y'know, kiddies. I figured it had been far too long since I actually came out and had a nice friendly chat with you guys, so I thought, "Why not now? I mean, Wrestlebowl's approaching fast. Big Main Event that I'm gonna be a part of. I'd be completely remiss in not mentioning something to the wonderful people in attendance, so I'd better get some music to the production truck and saunter my Evil Voodoo Ass on down here."

[He nods again, and various people in the crowd seem to approve of that.]

Pietka: Evil Voodoo Ass. I just made that one up. Like it?

[Pietka, himself, shrugs.]

Pietka: I'm not too crazy about it, but I think it fits in this context... though I'm certain some folk will take it right out of there and do some little kooky dance on it. But enough on what Vile Vinny's gonna do with his apparent "free time."

[Zing! ...ok, fine. A weak one.]

Pietka: Anyway, let's get to talkin' about it. Let's get on Wrestlebowl, shall we? A Big Daddy of an event, as opposed to a Big Sister one, like... um... I dunno. Are we gonna let Ascension have a PPV?

[Pietka just shrugs again. The crowd seems a little confused, but that's never stopped Voodoo before.]

Jim: What's he talking about?

Sean: My experience with Dave Pietka has lead me to realize that when he doesn't make sense, it's only because he doesn't want to make sense.

Pietka: Anyway, it's kind of a big deal, ain't it? A big fuckin' deal, as some members of the Executive Branch might call it. Already got some great matches signed up. Every title on the bleedin' line... a "Wrestlebowl Cup" tournament, leading to a climactic finale in a Sea Of Pain match, one of my personal favorites, after all.

[Pietka tilts his head and grins widely, looking out to the crowd.]

Pietka: But we know what people are actually buying the tickets for, don't we, kiddies? We know who they're paying... what is it, two hundred? Two-fifty? THREE HUNDRED PER MOLDED PLASTIC SOUVIENER CHAIR... to actually have the privelidge to watch in person... or, y'know, twenty-nine ninety-five to watch it from the comfort of their rich corinthian leather couches...

...they're paying it to see me!

[His grin gets more sinister and more "knowing."

Pietka: They're paying it to see Your Ol' Pal Voodoo get back what's rightfully his. What was unjustly ripped from me, what I was never even given a chance to reclaim, NO! They are coming to see history be made, justice be done, and they are coming to get the shit entertained out of them.

Because no one cares about how many times you've won a belt.

No one cares about how you want to change wrestling.

No one cares about a mystery.

Not here...

[Pietka looks up to the crowd, pointing at them and spinning himself around, making sure that every one in attendance gets to see the tip of his pointer finger, as his grin gets wider... and wider.]

Pietka: All you care about, all ANYONE cares about... is watching the Circus unfold... and watching it's Ringmaster direct the carnage.

And by the Gods, there will be carnage!

[Pietka stops spinning, and then casually looks at the four corners of the ring.]

Pietka: Four corners... four combatants... only one champion will be made. Only one champion HAS been made, kiddies, but let's go down the numbers, shall we?

[Pietka stares at the turnbuckle directly ahead of him, simply nods, and then walks to the turnbuckle to his right. He climbs onto the second rung, and then extends his free arm outward.]

Pietka: At my right stands the West... that which is setting... that which is past... that which has been... I call out to thee... *as he speaks, it's in a low monotone, almost like something you'd hear in a church*

AAAAAAAAAAAN-DREWWWWWWWWWW DAAAAAAAAAAAA-VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS.

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

[Pietka lowers his arm, shaking his head as he does.]

Pietka: *mockingly* "Oh, no! Sammy Knight punked me out and put Vince Viper on top of me, 'causing me to lose my championship! They wouldn't give it back to me no matter how much I bitched and complained, and now I actually have to earn the shot again." *normally* WAH-WAH-FUCKIN'-WAH! Cry me a damn river, Andy!

[Almost playfully, Pietka sticks his tongue out... and then looks like he's almost angry at thinking about this.]

Pietka: You ain't the first person who's been screwed like this, and if memory serves, you were wearing stolen property to begin with. Legal possession doesn't end at the moment of theft... and yet you... YOU... were given a chance to get the Championship sooner than I was. I had a rematch clause in my CONTRACT, and they still didn't give me one. And even better, you don't get to rip it from Vinny's flesh like you probably wanted to, huh. No, your only chance to vengeance against him was as his tag partner... and letting me to the dirty work for you.

Almost sounds like how you tried to get into the Hall of Fame, and we know how THAT turned out, don't we?

[Pietka grins wolfishly, chucking a little.]

Pietka: So yes, Andy... A river... cry me one, and while you're at it, go fuck yourself. Your time passed a long time ago.

And you were only keeping my belt warm, anyway.

[Pietka jumps down from that turnbuckle and walks to the one to the right of him, climbing onto the second rung and holding his arm out again like he did before.]

Pietka: Behind me stands the South... that which is behind us, never to rise... that which will never be... that which sits in shadow... I call out to thee.. *again, low monotone, drawn out*

MAAAAAAAAAAAR-CUUUUUUUUUUUS DAAAAAAAAAAAA-VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS.

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

[Lowering his arm, Pietka starts laughing, almost hysterically.]

Pietka: *mockingly* "We're the authority on what's right in wrestling because we have 'Honor.' Our definition of 'Honor' is right because we 'Honor' it, and we'll be 'Honored' to shove our 'Honor' down your throat if you don't 'Honor' our 'Honor' because we think it's right!" *normally* Is anyone else really tired of all this 'Honor' bullshit, like it REALLY drives this business?

[Pietka leans out a little, almost as if he were physically looking for the answer.]

Pietka: Fuck your honor, Marcus. There ain't nothing special about your honor, except what you think it is. What the fuck are you? I'll tell you... you're a fuckin' bully. Oh, you marked up Sam Bevins' office, real fuckin' honorable there, buddy. Let's harass someone, try to force them to believe our shit. I said it before, but that's some Black Sunday crap right there, dude. Larry Gionet wanted to do the same thing.

[Pietka starts leaning to the right.]

Pietka: *leaning more and more as he speaks* "I'm gonna change wrestling, I'm gonna change wrestling!" *and sharply starts leaning to the left* "Oh, it doesn't wanna be changed, it doesn't wanna be changed!" Now, you come along and think you're gonna be different, like you think you know where he went wrong? No, I can sum up your whole train of thought and the end result!

[Again, he starts leaning to the right.]

Pietka: *and again, leaning more and more as he speaks* "I've got a better idea, I've got a better idea!" *and again, sharply starts leaning to the left* "Oh, it's the same idea, it's the same idea!"

[Pietka shrugs, rather violently, as if he's wondering why people even try.]

Pietka: Besides, mate, I can't think of anything you've done here that would even make me want to turn into Wrestlebowl if I weren't in it. And even THEN! I mean, what the hell could I do to you that I haven't already done? I've beaten you savagely, I've slapped the arrogant out of you, I've make the folks at home reconsider your ideas and unsubscribe from your newsletter, I've even partnered with you... and even THEN, you got bitched out of that! All I need to do now is bang your wife and I get a free set of steak knives!

[Pietka just laughs, boisterously... most likely at his own joke, if it was even a joke.]

Pietka: Seriously, I don't even know what you're doing here... and this'll probably be the closest you ever get to the spotlight, so enjoy while you can, because after Wrestlebowl, it'll be all about me.

Like always.

[Pietka grins, and then walks over to the next turnbuckle in the cycle, standing on its second rung, and starting the whole thing over again.]

Pietka: To my left stands East... that which is rising... that which is coming... that which is soon to be... but probably won't be, if I have a say in it... I call out to thee... *low monotone*

WHOOOOOOOOO GIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES AAAAAAAAAAA SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.

[Pietka just holds his arm out there for a while, and then just drops it abruptly.]

Pietka: No, seriously. Who gives a shit? Really, who? I'm asking.

[When the crowd doesn't give him a response he wants, he just shakes his head.]

Pietka: I mean, I can't think of any reason to be concerned about any of them. Eddie Christian, as good as he is, can't really want to be in the match THAT badly. Three matches in one night? His chances to win the main event won't be that high. Then we've got Chad Allen, who I've already bitch-spanked back into mortality. Jakob Volga, who once was only able to get a Championship Shot because I handed it to him, and I'm kind of curious as to why he's back here in the first place. Whisper, who... who...

[Pietka rubs his chin a little, thinking about it for a moment.]

Pietka: Who is this guy again? I don't know, I couldn't find a decent reason to pay attention to him. Anyway... where was I? Oh yeah!

[Pietka jumps off the turnbuckle and then walks over to the last one, standing on the second ring, and holding his arm out.]

Pietka: Ahead of me stands the North... that which is ahead... that which leads... that which always shall be... I call out to thee...

[He takes in a deep breath of air and opens his mouth... but nothing comes out. He closes his mouth and his lips twist into a smile.]

Pietka: Aw, hell, kiddies... you know what's gonna happen. You know that when Wrestlebowl comes around, it won't matter who else is standing in the ring with me. You know what will happen. The SPW Championship will return to its rightful owner, to the man who never lost it in the first place... and no jealous Icons will stop me this time... no bitter former partners... no bullies... and no unexpected fourth... No one will stop me. I always said I'd get it back... and now I will.

And besides... you all know my name.

[And on that note, the opening riffs of Chris Cornell's "You Know My Name" starts to play, and Pietka stands there, holding out both his arms, displaying himself to the crowd as they cheer, and soaking it all in with a knowing smile on his face.]

"HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA vs EDDIE CHRISTIAN

vs JESTER CHAD ALLEN vs WHISPER

Winner goes to Wrestlebowl

[Fade in across the gigantic screaming Millennium Stadium as Cardiff rushes to the rails for the upcoming main event! Amber Rhiannon stands in the center of the ring, the announcer in a black evening gown dress as she smiles, the brazen redhead raising a microphone high!]

Amber: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL. AND IS CONTESTED UNDER SHOOTFIRE CHAMPIONSHIP RULES FOR THE VILE VINCE VIPER'S SPOT IN THE WRESTLEBOWL MAIN EVENT FOR THE VACANT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD.

"SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!"

["Learn to Craw" by Black Lab begins to fill the airwaves.]

INTRODUCING FIRST, COMING DOWN THE AISLE FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, WEIGHING IN AT 220lbs!

Here is WHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSPERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

"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.]

[The lights of the arena go to black.]

[The fans are hushed for just a moment, until the dark strains of Type-O-Negative's "Love You To Death" plays over the loudspeakers. Suddenly the stage cracks open and bright white pours out from the opening that is now created. The crowd quickly turns to boos as from the middle of the stage raises the outlines of one person. As he reaches the top of the stage we suddenly get a...

****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!****

[And a blast of red fire lights up the stage for a moment, before spotlights now show the Wicked Clown in all his glory. The Father of the Family, "Jester" Chad Allen, stands tall, his head down, hood up. He wears a long black trenchcoat that is buttoned from his neck to his waist. He wears black pants and black combat boots. Jester tosses back his hood, showing his painted, glaring face. His paint is somewhat smeared on, but the red pentagram in the middle of his head is perfectly placed.]

Amber: AND HIS OPPONENT, NOW MAKING HIS WAY DOWN THE AISLE, REPRESENTING THE FAMILY AND ACCOMPANIED BY THE CHILDREN OF HARDCORE... HE IS THE WICKED CLOWN OF WRESTLING

The God of Hardcore...

The Father of The Family...

"JESTER" CHAD ALLEN!!

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

[Anarchy and Entropy walk out next, the ferocious tag team slowly make their way down the aisle as they follow their lord and master towards the ring, paying attention to no one else. Jester slowly makes his up each step. As he makes his way up to the apron, he ducks between the 2nd and top ropes himself. The Children slide in after him, they both stop in the center of the ring, hand in hand, as a large red pentagram lights up around them. Jester raises up his arms as fire rises burning around JCA and The Children of Hardcore!! His trenchcoat falling to the canvas behind him, we can now see the myriad of tattoos on his arms and chest, as well as a plethora of scars that line his bare upper body. The music slowly fades out and the lights return to normal.]

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

[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: AND THEIR OPPONENT, FROM JACKSONVILLE FLORIDA... WEIGHING IN AT 222 POUNDS
ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORRLD, AND THE SPW FUSION CHAMPION!!

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

THIS IS THE BORN CHAMPION....

   EDDIE! CHRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSTIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

["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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Amber: 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!!!!!!

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

"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.]

"H J V!!!!!!!!!"   "H J V!!!!!!!!!"   "H J V!!!!!!!!!"   "H J V!!!!!!!!!"   "H J V!!!!!!!!!" "H J V!!!!!!!!!"

"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.]

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

"H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!"   "H J V!!!!!!!!!"

Sean: Whisper in the ring and looking ready to kick some ass, Eddie Christian in the other corner, and "Heartless" Jakob Volga stepping foot into the ring as these fans are cheering like never before! Well SPW Wrestling Fans, we are here live in Cardiff, Wales, it has been a record crowd for SPW Conquest here at the Millennium Stadium and we're in real danger of going to the overrun, partner Conquest has been so packed tonight!

Jim: Oh yeah all the Superstars have been coming out in droves, thank you Wales for bringing that international flare to us as we definitely need to travel the world more and SPW will in 2010, a big thanks to all our great Welsh fans here in the United Kingdom, and trust me Sean O'Brady ain't nobody going to pull the plug on this baby, we GOT to have a fourth of the Main Event of Wrestlebowl, Vile Viper's title spot on the line it simply has to come down to one of these four men!!

[Jester Chad Allen is standing on the sidelines, the Children of Hardcore behind him. JCA is scowling through the white paint freshly glazed across his face, his arms are folded and he does not look ready to get inside the ring. The fans in the Millennium Stadium are cheering their heroes as "Heartless" Jakob Volga stands on the second rope, arms outspread as he's basking in the adulation, talking trash as he makes a motion for the World Heavyweight Title belt. Whisper leans in the corner, as Eddie Christian walks to the center of the ring, wanting to start the match.]

Jim: Your Referee for this bout is Shane Dreamer, and this is the most important match in these Superstars' careers. You gotta realize, the main event slot formerly owned by Vile Vince Viper is on the line here. Whoever is the last man standing in this fight goes to Wrestlebowl in the biggest match in SPW History and is one step closer to becoming the SPW Heavyweight Champion of the World.

Sean: HJV pointing to the fans- well they want to see it and one year later after losing a career ending match his journey could come full circle and his dream could be realized and he could become SPW World Heavyweight Champ, but first he has got to get past Christian, Whisper, and that man right there, The Jester, the Father of the Family, Chad Allen.

[JCA grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself up to knee on in, creeping inside as the Children pace at ringside. Whisper is fully focused on the Wicked Clown as Eddie orders them both back, motioning to "Heartless" Jakob Volga to try and test his mettle. Both move to the center of the ring as the fans are cheering in Wales.]

Sean: Eddie Christian vying for an unprecedented three title fights in one pay per view, I cannot remember a Superstar in wrestling history who had that kind of opportunity in my life. But the Born Champion can define his career with one night.

Jim: As can any man in this match! Jester Chad Allen, dumped by the love of his life Iris Galiver? Hell imagine the women he can surround himself with should he earn a trip to the main event of Wrestlebowl! And Whisper well, who knows what that man wants.

[JCA snarls from the apron as HJV smiles, nodding as he works his taped wrists out. Eddie Christian circles in the center as Whisper ducks out and the Referee signals for the bell as Cardiff, Wales comes alive! Eddie smiles and HJV holds out a fist, Christian bumps it and they both lock up!]

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

Jim: The World Tag and Fusion Champion locking up with arguably the most popular athlete in SPW right now, "Heartless" Jakob Volga has been on a tear since coming back to wrestling and he irish whips the Born Champion across the ring!

[Eddie hits the side and Volga swings to spin the backfist and Christian hangs on! Volga charges as Eddie goes for the backdrop but Jakob Volga skids to a stop and smashes in the high kneelift! HJV starts slamming the fists into Christian, lefts and rights to the chest, torso and jaw, opening up the block and swings the uppercut that sends Eddie into the ropes!! Christian falls back and HJV rips the backbreaker down across his knee!!]

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

Sean: CHRISTIAN in danger as he slides out to the floor no VOLGA steps on his throat! Pulling the man back up and SHORT ARM LARIAT TO THE FACE!

Jim: KILLED HIM! Eddie Christian holding his face and HJV TOSSES HIM TO THE FLOOR!!

[Christian goes sailing to the mats down below and tries to catch himself but smacks the concrete! Holding his face he gets up as HJV throws his fists up into the air!!]

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

Sean: Volga celebrating early on and Eddie Christian starting to get annoyed. Christian dangerous when he's backed into a corner, but that shot to mouth really opened him up, as he comes around the stairs oh there's blood.

[Christian sees the blood on his fingers and holding onto the ringpost, just swears as he steps up onto the ring apron. HJV backs up, as the Referee orders Eddie to get in. Christian grits his bloody teeth and stepping inside, ducks in to come up and go for Jakob! Volga immediately swings into the rear naked choke but Eddie drops to hit the jawbreaker!]

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

Sean: VOLGA hurting and Eddie cracks the kick in the BACK as hard as he can! Oh Volga felt that one, and Eddie with the forearm to the back of the head! Irish whip and HJV sent for the ride, Christian with a spinning HEEL KICK finds its mark! Oh Jakob Volga down!

Jim: Volga getting up he's none too happy about that, Eddie to the head no Volga to the stomach with a rapid fire fist! And inside uppercut to the stomach! Oh the cheap shot!

Sean: That was not a cheap shot!

Jim: The Sucker Punch! And Volga with a hard kneesmash to the chest, gutwrench and pickup to Jam the backbreaker once again! Eddie Christian down on the mat and "Heartless" Jakob Volga over to tag out to The Jester Chad Allen!

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

Sean: I gotta be honest I did not expect that from Volga! But he knows how evil JCA is an using it to his advantage, Eddie getting up CHAD RUNS HIM OVER!!

[Allen screams out as he snaps the kick to the sternum and dragging up the front facelock, he smacks the overhead arm across the spine! Jester screams out and gouging into the eyes, fishooks Eddie in the mouth and whirls to slam his head off the top turnbuckle! Chad picks up Christian and drops to hotshot him across the top cable, then puts a boot in his neck, ripping back on the top rope as the Referee counts in protest!]

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

Sean: ONE! TWO! THREE!! LET HIM OUT!!

Jim: FOUR!   FOUR AND A HALF! FOUR AND THREE QUARTERS!

Sean: CHAD ALLEN LETS GO! And Eddie dropping, holding his neck as Jester steps on his face and FACEWASHES! Oh Blood all over his boot!

[JCA spins out and throws up his arms, mocking HJV as the fans boo out in Cardiff, Wales. Whisper stares from the corner as Eddie tries to rise, and collapses as JCA turns to rush and sends the shoulder right into the face!!]

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

Sean: OH!! Eddie's head battered back and Christian off the side and thumb into the eyes!

Jim: JCA hurting and Eddie sweeps out the back of his legs!! And Christian up and dives out to tag to Whisper!

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

Sean: Whisper leaping in here comes JCA Whisper rolling out through the ropes and Jester hits the side, Whisper falling backwards feet first over the top right into Allen's head!

[Allen stumbles back as Whisper slides back in and leaps to hit the flying clothesline! He knocks JCA down and charging the ropes, comes off the side to dive into the roll as Allen stands up near the side and Whisper throws the clothesline to flip the Clown backwards over the side! Jester lands on his feet, stumbling as Whisper jumps to the second buckle and flies over the side with the press to crash Allen right into the floor!!]

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

Sean: WHISPER revving up the crowd!

Jim: Man they love this guy, he's been on a hot streak since he got here, and really only a month ago! Whisper in and picking up JCA- turns to OH ALLEN WITH THE SHOT TO THE THROAT!!

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

Sean: JCA with the shroud and head of Whisper up- NO! Whisper gets his hands out and blocks the apron landing, counters with the elbow and Allen finds his head banged off the side of the ring! And Whisper tosses him in!

Jim: Whisper to the apron, pulling back to slingshot the flip and LAND THE LEGDROP!

Sean: COVER AND!

[Volga and Christian both step inside as JCA kicks out before one! Whisper takes him but Allen drops and slides backwards outside the ring! The fans are booing as Jester Chad Allen circles the outside, ignoring the Referee's pleas to get back inside. Jakob Volga shakes his head, yelling to Allen to get back in and JCA flashes his canines at the former boxer. Whisper heads over and charging slides right outside, coming around the ring and Allen dives back in!]

Sean: JCA in the ring and throwing bones at Heartless Jakob Volga! OH!! The Cheapshot knocking Volga right off the apron!

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

Jim: NAILED VOLGA, VOLGA DOWN!!

Sean: Chad Allen to the floor and Whisper climbing in, distracted as JCA gets the kick to the stomach! Rakes the face and dragging the masked man around, double arm DDT right into the mat! Jester with the pin and!

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

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

Jim: WHISPER KICKS OUT!!

[Eddie Christian paces on the apron, staring in as JCA drags Whisper up and punches him across the face. Whisper rolls over and Allen straddles his back, blasting him with forearm shots but Volga drags JCA out and smashes a haymaker knocking him across the pole!!]

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

Sean: THE REFEREE OUTSIDE TO BREAK THINGS UP!

Jim: THE CHILDREN IN AND BEATING ON WHISPER!!!

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

Sean: ANARCHY AND ENTROPY STOMPING WHISPER INTO THE MAT! AND EDDIE CHRISTIAN- HE IS NOT HELPING HIS OPPONENT!!

[The fans are booing out in Cardiff as the Children of Anarchy raise Whisper up and spike Powerbomb him into the mat! They roll out like jackals in the night as JCA slides back in, the masked man devastated and jumps to make the cover as the Ref reaches in and counts the three!!!]

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

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

Sean: EDDIE CHRISTIAN DOVE IN AND BROKE UP THE PIN!!

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

Jim: Oh NOW he cares! Now when it's his ass on the line! Eddie breaking it up the Ref says back but the damage ooh, it's been done. Whisper can barely move as the Jester takes his head up and just kneesmashes the knee smashing right into the face.

Sean: That is what a kneesmash is yes,

Jim: Eat me toad boy.

Sean: Mature! "Heartless" Jakob Volga wants in and-

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

Sean: IRIS GALIVER!

[Iris Galiver walks out in a white blouse and a dark skirt, striding confidently as the audience is shocked! Behind her, walk Todd Lucchesi and Charles Eden! Both are yelling and waving as Referee Shane Dreamer turns to see them come and goes to consult as Iris is pointing out the Children's interference! Jester is shocked to see Iris and Shane grows madder as the the Officials tell him of their attack and throws the Children out of the arena!]

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

Jim: IRIS GALIVER COMING OUT HERE TO CAUSE THE CHILDREN TO BE THROWN TO THE BACK! WHAT A TURNCOAT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AND SHE'S DRESSED LIKE A -A

Sean: A WOMAN! GALIVER IS FINALLY RIGHT IN THE HEAD!

Jim: AND DEFINITIVELY AGAINST THE JESTER CHAD ALLEN!!

[The Children are swearing, and shouting their curses but they have no choice as they are forced up the aisle! The fans are cheering as Jester can't believe it, and Iris stares at her former lover, arms folded in defiance as she can't believe she was ever involved with JCA!]

Sean: IRIS Galiver standing at ringside to watch JCA, maybe she feels partly responsible for his reign of terror and this is her way of making amends for the evil she's caused. And Whisper taking advantage to crawl out and tag in to HEARTLESS JAKOB VOLGA!!

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

Jim: OH Ho, HJV wanting in for that cheapshot and JCA still yelling at Iris, Volga walking right up with these fans behind him and Jester shouting at her, telling her off and backing right into HJV-

Sean: AND CAUGHT IN THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!!

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

Jim: VOLGA SUPLEXING JCA ON HIS HEAD!!!!!

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

[Volga rolls over, sitting up as Jester flops around behind him. A smile on his face, Jakob knuckles up and pulls JCA to his feet. He runs with a scream and smashes the Wicked Clown's face off the turnbuckles, leaving a white stain on the turnbuckle pad. Iris smiles in triumph as Volga beats into The Jester, tenderizing his guts and snapmaring him over, punt kicks the man square in the back! JCA falls over as HJV charges the ropes and comes off to hit the air and land the flying double kneedrop! The fans roar out as Volga gets up, throwing arms in the air and slamming his bicep, points across The Millennium Stadium and as Jester Chad Allen gets up, "Heartless" Jakob Volga charges and throws the lariat that flips the Wicked Clown in the air!!!]

[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: HE NAILED HIM!!   AND JCA JUST WENT TO SPINNING!!

Jim: OH MAN GET THE NAME OF THAT DOUBLE DECKER BUS!!!

Sean: VOLGA ON FIRE! AND JCA WITH NO FAMILY TO HELP HIM OUT!

Jim: Jester Chad Allen weakly trying to get up, is that- is that a huge smile on the face of Iris Galiver!?

[Galiver is beaming as Volga winds up and as the fans scream HJV blasts Allen in the chest with the mighty Heart Punch! Jester crumbles as Jakob Volga falls on top and hooks up a leg to go for the pin!!]

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

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

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO EDDIE CHRISTIAN BROKE IT UP!!!

[MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: And well a, a chorus of boos from the ultra HJV crowd in attendance, even against the World Tag Team and Fusion Champion! Eddie Christian with a kick to the back, he stomped him blatantly but he wants to go to Wrestlebowl to be in the main event! The winner will challenge in Vile Vince Viper's spot!

Jim: Yes indeed and could go on to win the World Heavyweight Title!

Sean: Iris Galiver looking on, she must be liking what she sees.

Jim: Jester crawling up and rolling over, and makes the tag out to Eddie Christian!

Sean: Christian taking the tag and stepping in, VOLGA CHARGING THE CORNER!!

[Eddie sidesteps and Volga crashes into the ropes! Christian kicks his knee and jams the back elbow to the head as HJV falls! Volga whiplashes into the side and Eddie wraps on the sleeper and falls to drop the back of his head into the mat! Christian drags HJV up in the side headlock, grinding the hold in to keep the man down and Volga gets a leg in under the ropes! Jester is laying out on the apron as Whisper is back standing up, and the camera pans across the gigantic arena as thousands of fans are cheering on their heroes!!]

"LET'S GO EDDIE!!!"

"H J V!!!"

"LET'S GO EDDIE!!!"

"H J V!!!"

Sean: This capacity crowd beginning to get behind these fan favorites as Cardiff comes alive, Eddie doing his best to wear down the pugilist in this most important Wrestlebowl Main Event match.

Jim: And it's all for Vile Vince Viper's spot in the world title match we could be witnessing the next World Heavyweight Champion Sean!

Sean: Oh absolutely and I know the fans would love to see Eddie Christian, Whisper or especially "Heartless" Jakob Volga go on to become World Champ, but never count out the dangerous Jester Chad Allen-

Jim: But how can JCA be focused with his former sweetheart Iris Galiver here working directly against him!?

Sean: That, I do not know but he'll have to find a way, so much on the line tonight she already spelled disaster for her former charges the Children of Hardcore. And now with Iris Galiver watching on her very presence in itself may cost The Jester this match!

[JCA is snarling towards Iris as Galiver stares ahead with scorn on her otherwise pretty face, as Whisper paces wanting to get in the ring, HJV trying to break free of Eddie's control with a series of elbows to the ribs.]

Jim: Volga breaking free and runs to bullet at the ropes! Off the side and EDDIE CATCHES HIM WITH THE SLEEPERHOLD!!

Sean: HJV ducks out the back and pickup for the Belly to Back Suplex EDDIE SPRAWLING keeping the hold on! Volga standing shift goes for the throw No Eddie dragging his feet and will not get shoved off! HJV with a side grapple- now rolling and Eddie CHRISTIAN rolls with him comes up still has the side headlock locked right on! The World Tag and Fusion Champ proving why he deserves to be in there with the very best!

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

Jim: Well we are fast approaching the time limit as this show is about to overrrun our time slot but SPW Producers have assured us we will stay with this match no matter what, and the flagship show of Shootfire Pro going long but we have to have a winner!! HJV and Eddie Christian just battling it out, Christian giving as good as he gets!

Sean: And earning respect at the expense of HJV, Whisper and Allen both want back in this match, and HJV picking Eddie up for the back suplex CHRISTIAN flips over back behind! Volga with the backwards elbow Eddie ducks and snaps the Savate Kick to Jakob's face!

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

Jim: Eddie charging the ropes, comes off to shoot out the SUPERKICK!!

Sean: VOLGA DODGED IT! EDDIE MISSED!

Jim: VOLGA WITH THE HEART PUNCH!!!

Sean: EDDIE DANCES BACK! HJV DID NOT LAND IT!

Jim: CHRISTIAN WITH THE SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE- VOLGA CAUGHT IT! AND PUNCHED OUT THE LEG!!

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: JAKOB VOLGA PICKUP AND JAMS EDDIE CHRISTIAN WITH THE BACK SUPLEX!!

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

Sean: HJV backing up and Eddie lunging to his feet, he cannot he will not stay down goes for the DROPKICK NO VOLGA BATS HIM AWAY!

[Eddie gets up and charges for the lock but HJV sidesteps and sends Christian into the corner! Whisper takes the blind tag as Christian comes off the side and Volga power punches the haymaker across the face, spinning the Champ around! Eddie collapses but Whisper springboards off the top to catch Volga and send him flying with the Hurricanrana!!]

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

Jim: AIR WHISPER AND THE MASKED MAN TAKING VOLGA OVER!!!

Sean: VOLGA GETTING UP!! WHISPER TO THE AIR FLYING LEG LARIAT!! TAKES HIM DOWN!!

Jim: Volga getting up WHISPER CHARGING HUGE FRONT DROPKICK!! THREW HIM BACK!!

[Volga hits the ropes and flies off as Whisper leaps to throw the legs up, swinging around back behind to hook the arm and turns to get the bodyscissors as he flies around hooking the head and throwing up his legs jams the sit down bulldog! Volga flies over as Whisper gets up with a fist in the air, running to the second rope and jumps off soaring to land the Moonsault down across the fan favorite!!]

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

Jim: WHISPER INTO THE ROPES JAKOB DOWN CHAD KICKS HIS BACK!!

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

Sean: WHISPER STUMBLING! AND VOLGA TO HIS KNEES BURIES THE FIST RIGHT IN THE STOMACH!!

"OOOOHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Jim: WHISPER ABOUT READY TO HURL!   VOLGA WITH THE HEAD AND LOCKING IT TIGHT- UP AND SLAPS THE DDT RIGHT INTO THE MAT!

[Whisper bounces up and flies over as Jakob Volga shouts out across the arena! He takes the masked man over and turns him upside down for the Piledriver, hauling him into the air and he stands but Whisper sits right up in midair and bashes a fist of his own! Volga tries to hold him but Whisper counters into the Hurricanrana taking the boxer over! HJV sails into the ropes and slams his throat across the second cable, staggering back as he tries to breathe and Whisper hooks the waist to kick himself upside down and takes Volga over with the Sunset Flip!]

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

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

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

Sean: VOLGA KICKS OUT!!

Jim: HJV Up and swing Whisper ducked NO VOLGA FAKED AND JAKOB WITH THE INSIDE CRADLE!

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

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

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

Sean: WHISPER KICKS OUT! VOLGA UP AND WHISPER WITH THE FIST NO! BLOCKED! VOLGA SENT HIM TO THE ROPES! WHISPER OFF THE SIDE AND SPINNING FOREARM

Jim: VOLGA WITH THE PUNCH! AND THEY BOTH STRIKE EACH OTHER HARD!!!

[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Sean: BOTH MEN DOWN!!!

Jim: BUT VOLGA HAS HIS ARM ON WHISPER!

Sean: -WHISPER WITH HIS ARM ON VOLGA!!

Jim: DOUBLE COVER! DOUBLE PIN!!

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

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

Jim: EDDIE AND JESTER IN! BOTH WITH THE STOMP TO BREAK THINGS UP!!

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

Sean: And fans we are in the overrun but we PROMISE we will stay with this match no matter what, Eddie Christian and Jester Chad Allen being strongly ordered by our Referee to get out of the ring and let this match proceed, oh tempers just flailing we will stay with this fight until it's very end!

[Jester sneers at Eddie and Christian grins, then turns to blow Iris a kiss! JCA goes unhinged charging into Eddie and slamming him against the ropes as the fans scream out! The Referee is instantly into both men, trying to break them up as Whisper throws himself up into the kip up! The fans are cheering as HJV rolls to his feet, using a fist to balance as he shakes his head out, trying to get up and Whisper leaps right to the top rope, as the fans are shouting! "Heartless" Jakob Volga turns around and Whisper leaps clear off the top to shoot his legs right out, throwing the Missile Dropkick straight into the chest!!]

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

Sean: WHISPER HAS DONE IT! AND TAKING VOLGA UP TO HIS FEE-

Jim: VOLGA WITH AN UPPERCUT! WHISPER WENT INTO THE AIR!!!!

Sean: AND WHISPER LANDS AND HJV BLASTS HIM WITH THE HEART PUNCH! OH LIGHTNING FAST HANDS!!!

[The Referee is inside between Eddie and Allen as the fans are roaring and HJV has the cover on Whisper! The fans count One! Two!! Three!!! And they boo as Volga counted along with them, shocked that the match is still going on! He gets up to his feet and from over the barricade, Sammy Knight jumps into the ringside area and slides right in!]

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

Jim:   SAMMY KNIGHT! SAMMY KNIGHT!! HE IS BACK! HE IS BACK IN SPW!!!

Sean: AND LOOKING DIFFERENT BUT HE JUST TOOK A BULLET FROM-

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

Jim: SAMMY KNIGHT JUST CLOCKED JAKOB VOLGA IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!

Sean: KNIGHT DRAGGING VOLGA AROUND AND INTO THE AIR HE SLAMS THE PIRU LOVE DDT!!!

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

Sean: WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!?

Jim: KNIGHT HAS LAID OUT VOLGA! AND NOW DRAGGING WHISPER OVER ACROSS HJV!

Sean: SHADES OF WHEN HE COST US THE BELT!! WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO SAMMY!

[Knight rolls out of the ring, yelling through his new beard as he stomps up the aisle in a dirty wifebeater and cargo pants, holding his chain link necklace as he shouts at the ring, and the Referee sees Volga out with Whisper on top and jumps to make the pin! Eddie Christian grapples with JCA as the Ref counts the three in the center of the ring!!]

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

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

Sean: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

Jim: HEARTLESS JAKOB VOLGA JUST KICKED OUT!!

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

Sean: JAKOB VOLGA KICKED OUT!! And Whisper getting up, JESTER CHAD ALLEN FROM BEHIND!

[The fans boo as JCA rips Whisper around to suplex into a falling Piledriver!! JCA rolls out, taking Whisper to the ropes and reaches in to tag himself as Jakob Volga gets up and goes right to the ropes as he threatens Sammy Knight!!]

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

Jim: VOLGA going right through the ropes! And Knight shouting back! What has gotten Knight so fired up!

Sean: Sammy Knight just proving a huge distraction and Volga through the ropes, no the Referee in, Shane Dreamer in to block-

Jim: AND JCA FROM BEHIND!!!

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

Sean: JESTER with a clawhold to the face!! VOLGA BREAKS IT! VOLGA SWINGS!

Jim: ALLEN DUCKS BACK HEEL COMES UP SCORPION KICK!!

  **CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!**

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

Sean: Jester spins and wrapping arms around the waist, lands the German Suplex! Rolling Jester over, Half Nelson into the Suplex! JCA trying to take Volga up for the Dragon Suplex and ALL IMPACT NO BRIDGE! PURGATORY PLEX.

[Jakob fights to stay up, and forces back to his feet as JCA swings him right into the corner and flies into a moonsault crashing down across HJV!! Allen slides outside and reaching back in, pulls Jakob over his shoulder and ducks into a Tombstone Piledriver into the floor!]

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

Sean: JESTER WITH THE PIN ON THE FLOOR!!

Jim: AND SAMMY KNIGHT RIGHT THERE, STANDING OVER!

[The Referee slides out and drops to make the count!]

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

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

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

Amber: AND YOUR WINNER! AND NEW MAIN EVENTER GOING TO WRESTLEBOWL TO REPLACE VILE VINCE VIPER IS!!

  THE JESTER! CHAD ALLEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Sean: JESTER WINS! AND SAMMY KNIGHT PRACTICALLY GIFT WRAPPED HIM THAT WIN AT THE EXPENSE OF HIS -HIS SUPPOSED GOOD FRIEND "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA! WHAT GIVES!

Jim: I HAVE NO IDEA! ALLEN HEADING TO WRESTLEBOWL AND KNIGHT JUST COST HJV A SHOT AT THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!

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

Sean: GOOD NIGHT FROM THE MILLENNIUM STADIUM! OH WHAT A SHOW, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR JOINING US! WE ARE DESPERATELY OUT OF TI

Season 12, Episode 5