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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 boos like crazy, 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 motorcycle jacket with HEARTLESS written in white along the back. He stops for a moment at the top of the ramp and stares as the crowd is booing him like crazy!!]

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

 
"Here they come
These gods of steel
Megatron
Devouring what's concealed"
 
[Come out right after him is JDM Superstar, well groomed and manicured in a linen sport coat, designer jeans and dark red sunglasses.  He talks in Jakob's ear the entire time they walk down the aisle, Jakob only partially listening, staring at the fans as they curse him out. 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, JDM moving in between the top and second ropes right after him. He raises his hands in the air and goes to the center of the ring, looking around and getting furious at the hatred the fans are sending him!!  JDM simply claps, pointing to his new "recruit".]
 
 
[FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
"Speed of death
Crossfired they stare
Final breath
From vaporizing glares"

[Jakob takes a moment to drink in the jeers of the fans, his eyes scanning every single person that yells and catcalls as the music fades out.]
 
 
[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
[Jakob starts to move the mic to his mouth, but the fans begin to attack him more, which makes Jakob move the mic back down to his side, JDM trying to talk him up, telling him to just ignore the fans.  After a couple moments to let the fans die down a bit, Jakob moves the mic back again.]
 
HJV: So that is how it is gonna be, huh?  One word from Sammy Knight, without hearing my side of the story, and I am the bad guy now, huh?  You all can be some fickle bastards, aren't ya?
 
 
[MORE MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
HJV: Seriously, folks, you all were cheering me like the second coming a few weeks ago, but now, I am the anti-christ?  Did you ever think that maybe this wasn't what I wanted to happen?
 
[Moving to the back side of the ring, almost pleading with the fans on that side of the ring...]
 
HJV: That maybe I HAD to sign this deal with the devil?
 
[Volga flashes a look over to JDM, who simply smiles and gives him a big thumbs up....]
 
HJV: Hell, I LIKE Sammy, my wife and I have been to his HOUSE since I left SPW, I think of his son almost like a nephew!
 
[Jakob's head falls for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again.]
 
HJV: But did even SAMMY come ask me about what is going on?  Did he come to ask me about my contract, or WHY I did what I did??  NO...he comes out here, grandstanding, calling for my head instead of meeting me face to face.
 
[Now Jakob is starting to get angry, his face turning red as he begins to speak louder, almost becoming a yell.]
 
HJV: So SAMMY, how about you get the BALLS to come on out, meet me FACE TO FACE, and we can either work this out...
 
[Looking back at JDM for a moment...]
 
HJV: Or maybe I will just have to TAKE you OUT.
 
["I'm Back" by T.I. blasts over the loud speakers as the fans rise to their feet once again, anxiously awaiting Sammy Knight to come out.  As the curtains opens and Knight walks out, the crowd reacts in excitment.]
 
[ANTICIPATION POP!!!!!!!!!!]
 
[Knight is wearing a black hoodie pulled over his head as you can barely see his neatly trimmed beard from underneath it.  He walks down the aisle confidently, keeping his eyes directly on Volga.  Knight slides quickly into the ring and signals for a microphone.  As someone  from outside of the ring tosses him one, he takes off his hoodie, pointing directly at Volga.]
 
KNIGHT:  Money.
 
[Pause, taking a few steps closer to Volga.]
 
KNIGHT:  You did all this for some God-damned money.  So if you took the money from this motherfucker, what does that make you Jakob?
 
[Looking dead into his eyes.]
 
KNIGHT:  His bitch?
 
 
[CROWD SCREAMS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
KNIGHT:  You _HAVE_ been to my house.  You _KNOW_ my family.  And I know all too well about doing whatever it takes for my family to survive.  But I didn't expect this Jake.  Not from you.  I've trusted you.  This disgusts me.
 
[Volga none too pleased as it's taking every ounce of self-control not to snap.]
 
HJV: JAKOB, Sammy...NO ONE calls me JAKE...
 
KNIGHT:  You want to take _ME_ out?
 
[Pause.]
 
KNIGHT:  You want to feed _YOUR_ family?
 
[Pause.]
 
KNIGHT:  You want do _DO_ what you _SAID_ you would do?
 
[Pause.]
 
KNIGHT:  Then do it.  Wrestlebowl.  Take my ass out.  I fucking dare you.
 
[Jakob takes a step closer to Sammy, taking a deep breath or two, keeping himself as calm as he can.]

JDM Superstar: Oh, Sammy Boy, he will.

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

JDM: You see this match at Wrestlebowl was signed before he even got here.  When he wrote his name on the dotted line to come back to SPW this was the guarantee.  You are the reason he's here Sammy.  Ironic, fitting, no?  That the very man who ended the way this man provides for his family- is the very way he's gotten his means of living back.  Didn't some -some guy- forgot who he was, some, guy, friend of yours-

Some guy no one remembers say "Nothing Personal; it's just BIZZNESS!?!  HMMM???

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

HJV: Is that what you want, Sammy?  Is that what you REALLY want?  You don't want to talk it out, give you more of a personal explination?  Just gonna go right for the fists, huh?
 
[A smirk comes across Jakob's face as he shakes his head.]
 
HJV: Guess you are always gonna be a hoodie, aren't ya, Sammy?  Never thought there might be more to the story?  Never thought I don't want or NEED to have to give a full explanation to these people.

JDM:  Jakob you don't owe these people ANYTHING!

[MORE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
HJV: The ones that boo me now, never were with me anyways, the ones that understand where I am coming from, they are my REAL fans...
 
 
[MORE OF A MIXED POP NOW.]
 
 
HJV: Some of those people understand, just like I THOUGHT you would that sometimes you have to agree to things you might not want to do, things that might turn your guts inside, just to make it by.  Do you know that SPW has a no-compete clause when you leave?  3 months you can't do ANYTHING involving the sport that I LOVE, the sport that runs through my VEINS.  Oh, and there were places knocking down my door, looking to sign me when it was all said and done.  One of them even signed Kendra to a contract, just to keep me interested when my no compete was up, but just like a lot of places with big promised, it shut  down, leaving Kendra and me in dire straits.
 
[Jakob shoves a finger into Sammy's chest.]
 
HJV: But since I don't want to be out on the streets, slinging rock like SOME people I know...
 
 
[MASSIVE "OOOOOHH" FROM THE CROWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
HJV: I had to try to go back where even I admit I never should have left, Shootfire Pro!  But do you think they are just gonna let me waltz back in here?  AJ?  Gideon?  Bevins?  NONE of them even would give me a second look!  But this guy...
 
[Pointing back to JDM, pounding his chest with a taped fist-
 
HJV: Gave me an offer, a chance to feed my family, a chance to get back into the ring, into the business, and ya know what, Sammy?   I TOOK IT, BECAUSE I HAD NO OTHER CHOICE.
 
[Jakob drops his head again...]
 
HJV: and now, instead of being the friend I thought you were, you are leaving ME no choice...so, Sammy...
 

 ****SSSSSSSMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!****

Sean: VOLGA SLAPS SAMMY ACROSS THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
 
HJV: Wrestlebowl it is, BITCH!!
 
 
[Knight explodes back at Volga, landing a right hand square across the face of Volga!]
 
 
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Jim:  AND SAMMY ANSWERS THAT!!!
 
 
[Volga fires back before Knight takes him down with a hard tackle causing both men to roll out of the ring and onto the hard concrete as JDM stands in the ring with a smile across his face!!]
 
 
 "WRESTLEBOWL!!!  WRESTLEBOWL!!!  WRESTLEBOWL!!!"
 
 
[Both men landing punches back and forth before 6 members of SPW security finally rush to the two men, physically forcing them apart.  As the enforcers hold both superstars back, you hear JDM's voice shouting on the microphone!]
 
JDM:  Jakob.  Sammy.  And all of you idiots in this God-forsaken arena, this isn't what we want.  Not now at least!!  But just to make it clear I promise before tonight is over you Sammy, and all these ingrate plebians will see just how powerful we are I PROMISE!!
 
[He looks down at the two men, who aren't listening to him fully, rather they just stare at each other.]
 
JDM:  Fellas.  Fellas.  FELLAS!!  PULL THEM APART!!  Fellas!  Listen to me.  Don't give away the big finale.  Let's save this all for the Pay-Per-View.  And just to make sure that the fans get what they want, let's make this a CAGE MATCH!!
 
[HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!]
 
JDM:  And to ensure that no other members of the Power Structure get involved, *I* will be the guest referee!!!!!
 

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

[Both Volga and Knight look up to Marsh, neither one of them looking too thrilled, as tons of Black Shirts hold them back!]
 
JDM:  You see, *THIS* will be *THE* match of the night.  I promise you this.  And when it's all said and done, Jakob will have fulfilled his part of the contract and Sammy, you'll never be the same again!
 
[Volga nods.]
 
JDM:  *THAT* I promise you.
 
[Marsh waits momentarily.]
 
JDM:  And for the rest of you imbeciles?  You can consider yourself enlightened!!!!!!
 
["Hellraiser" by Judas Priest blares across the arena and JDM flashes that smile that makes him so hated.  HJV raises his taped fists from ringside, and shoves away from Security as he makes his way for the back.  Sammy Knight is watching, touching his face where Volga slapped him... fury in his eyes.  HJV heads up the aisle, JDM following close behind as the fans in Toronto are booing out, the SkyDome thundering like crazy!]

SPW Women's Hardcore Title Match

Erica Toughill vs Kaycee Tanner

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

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

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

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

*SCREEEEEECCH!*

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

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

"I will BREEEEEEAAAAK!!"

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

=K A Y C E E  T A N N E R=



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


Amber:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE SPW WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!  INTRODUCING FIRST!  FROM TUSCON ARIZONA, WEIGHING IN AT 146 POUNDS


THIS IS  KAAAYYYYCEEEE TAAAANNNNNER!!!!!!!


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



[A few sythesized string chords open up Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows." The general lighting on the arena turns into a mixture of rich blues and reds. As the SPW-tron displays film noir-style images of violence, through the curtain steps the Queen of Clubs, Erica Toughill.]

"Everybody knows the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows"

[Toughill is a grumpy young woman in her mid-20s with harsh black Bettie Page-style bangs. Over top of Erica's ring attire (black singlet with white trim and Converse shoes) is a plain worn black hoodie. She walks with purpose down the aisle, an icy sneer on her face. The fans reach over the railing to slap hands with The Queen of Clubs, but she continues heading for the ring, never taking her eyes of the squared circle for a second, the Hardcore Title across her shoulder.]

"Everybody knows the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows"

[Toughill climbs up the ring apron and steps through the ropes abruptly. Quickly she backs into the nearest corner, crouching down like an animal about to strike. In one quick motion she discards the hoodie, tossing it behind her.  She raises up the title as the Referee takes it and holds it high.  The SkyDome pops and Erica kneels down low, staring ahead as she works herself up for her match. The lights begin to rise but Erica continues to stare, showing no emotion on her face.]

"Everybody knows you love me baby
Everybody knows you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows
Everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows"

 
Amber: AND HER OPPONENT, FROM ROCHESTER, NEW YORK... STANDING 5 FOOT 7 AND WEIGHING IN AT 163 POUNDS,

THIS IS THE QUEEN OF CLUBS... THE SPW WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPION SHE IS!!!!

 

 ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  TOU!!GHILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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


Sean:  Erica Toughill in the ring and holding the Women's Hardcore Championship high overhead.  Kaycee Tanner sliding in, she wants to be the Champ and partner Grace Kerr coming down to join her at ringside.  Toughill has been a strong force here in SPW, she wants the Women's World Title make no mistake against it.  Hello once again ladies and gentlemen, Sean O'Brady alongside Jim Monroe for another exciting edition of SPW CONQUEST!!  And Jim kicking things off with a title match!  Only from the flagship show of Shootfire Pro Wrestling!

Jim:  Exactly.  Erica has the belt and as far as she's concerned number one contender to the title held by Nina Larue.  She should be going to Wrestlebowl to take on Nina, not Poet Wright.  But that's if you ask her, currently left off the card for the pay per view.  Even ACE has a match!

Sean:  Let's not start fire where there isn't any Jim.  Erica a great wrestler and tremendous Superstar in her own right, and the SPW Women's Hardcore Champ.  Referee Lara Vandewalle showing Kaycee the belt, and tell me what you know about young Kaycee Tanner.

Jim:  From the famed Tanner wrestling family, this will be her-


 *DING DING DING!*


Sean:  ERICA RUNS HER OVER!!!  BACK ELBOW TO TEETH!!!


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


Sean:  KAYCEE TOOK IT HARD!  TO HER FEET ERICA WITH THE HAIR AND HEADBUTT TO THE FACE!!


[Tanner stagger steps as Erica takes her up to kick out the leg and slam the main event spinebuster!!  The ring shakes as Kaycee rolls around, holding her head with both hands.  Toughill pulls up the legs and stomps Kaycee right in the stomach, as hard as she can!]


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


Sean:  TANNER in pain!  And trying to get up Erica with the hand through the legs, taking her to her feet upwards and DOWN WITH THE PUMPHANDLE SLAM!!


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


[Kaycee gasps, but fights up as Grace yells from ringside.  Her head swimming, Tanner makes it to her feet as Erica backs off, adjusting her elbow pad.  Toughill scoffs as the Referee wards her back, and Kaycee goes right back into the circle.  Both women pacing, Erica holds up both hands for the test of strength!!]

Sean:  Oh come on there's no way little Kaycee Tanner can win that!

Jim:  But that's what Erica wants and Toughill locking HANDS with Tanner!  Both women shoving and ERICA turning the wrists inside!  Twisting them out and headbutt to Kaycee!  Another one!


Sean:  TANNER JUMPS AND DROPKICKS OUT THE KNEE!!


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


Jim:  Kaycee got free!

Sean:  One up on the Hardcore Champ!  Erica trying to rise Kaycee with the firing of kicks to the leg!  To the thigh!  And now Tanner at the ropes charging back SHE JUMPS WITH THE SHINING BLACK!!!


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


Sean:  KAYTANNA!!  AND THE COVER ON ERICA TOUGHILL!  NEW CHAMP!?!


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Jim: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  ERICA GOT THE SHOULDER UP!


Sean:  I thought for sure that was it!  I thought we had a new Hardcore Champ right here in Toronto!!

Jim:  Toughill getting up!  Kaycee beckoning to the crowd, she needs them and Grace leading a clap-


 *CLAP!*  *CLAP!*   *CLAP!*   *CLAP!*


Sean:  Kaycee getting the crowd energized as she'll need it all to beat the massive Erica Toughill!  And Kaycee has the leg, over the head for the Inverted Overdrive-  The Kaytastroph

[Toughill locks both legs around her head and stands right up to shock the fans!  With Kaycee on her shoulders Erica kicks out her leg and falls backwards to jam the Electric Chair Drop!!]


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


Jim:  SHE COUNTERED THE KAYTASTROPHE!  AND KAYCEE GETTING UP ERICA WITH THE SPIN AND DISCUS LARIAT FLIPPED HER IN HALF!!!


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


Sean: NAILED HER!  AND ERICA TO THE CORNER!  THE JILLDOZER GETTING PREPARED!!


Jim:  KAYCEE HIT HARD BY THAT MANEUVER!  LOOK OUT KAYCEE!!  WATCH OUT!!


Sean:  ERICA CHARGING AND PICKS KAYCEE UP SPEAR THROUGH THE AIR!! THE LANZARSE!!!!!



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



Jim:  CRASHED HER INTO THE MAT CANVAS!  AND ERICA TOUGHILL HAS HAD IT!!


[Erica screams out as she slides outside, going right for her hardcore title off the table!  The fans are cheering as Toughill comes back into the ring and Grace Kerr is shouting at her to stop!  Kaycee begins to stir as Erica curses, backing up as the fans roar out in the Toronto SkyDome!]

Sean:  We saw this side of Erica Toughill the last time when she walked out on her match with Orchid!!


Jim:  TOUGHILL CHARGING KAYCEE OH NO!!!


Sean:  CRASHING THE HARDCORE TITLE BELT IN HER FACE!!!!


[Kaycee twists around, blood flowing from her head and she collapses to a leg, as Erica steps on Kaycee's face and shoves her over!  Tanner is on the mat as Erica stands on her hair, and drops the belt down on her chest!  The Referee makes the cover as Grace covers her eyes]


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















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















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



Amber:  AND YOUR WINNER!  AND STILLL CHAMPION ERICA!  TOUGHILL!!!!


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


Sean:  And the ending not in doubt- not after Erica used the Hardcore Title Belt as a weapon to strike Kaycee Tanner unconscious!  And Toughill did not need to do that either but she wanted to stamp her win as she successfully defends her belt well, at least this time she didn't run away.

Jim:  Being a rolemodel to all her fans, that's called securing your victory.  Sure Grace may cry about that now, but I believe young Kaycee Tanner learned a lesson this time when you go up against a woman like Erica Toughill namely, don't!

[Erica drapes the Hardcore title belt over her shoulder and with a look of disgust at Kaycee Tanner, steps off her to leave the ring.  Grace slides in to check on her friend and tag partner as Toughill drops to the floor, looking bored as she heads up the aisle, Kaycee's blood leaving little drips from the face of the Hardcore Title belt.]

[Fade in to the back.

Standing by is Castro Shaw along with Angel 'Syko' Martinez and they're in the middle of some sort of discussion.  Castro is wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, he is still rocking the shaved head look and wearing the big mirror sunglasses. Angel, certainly not dressed for an in-ring performance tonight, is wearing a nice crisp tan suit with white shirt, no tie. The streak of red still running through his hair, though it looks like it was recently put back in there.

We seem to be catching them mid-talk.]

CASTRO: First off, mang.  I think the fact 'dat I'm here on this...

[Shaw pauses and chokes back the vomit in his mouth.]

CASTRO: ...show, should answer all the questions you would ever have about the main mang's ability to be a good teammate.  Secondly, I've been busy scoutin' amigo, I've been scoutin' just 'bout anyone we could possibly ever face at Wrestlebowl.

And 'cause you want to know about my commitment, here you go.

[Castro takes out a small bell and rings it.  Within a couple of seconds Shaw and Martinez are surrounded by the three masked wrestling midget known as Uno, Dos, and Tres.  Their hands are full with large crates which they plop down at the feet of Castro who looks pleased at how quickly they work.  He pats Dos on the top of the head.  Syko looks on, watching the little Castrohitos do his bidding.]

CASTRO: Now check 'dis out, mang.  Uno... dossier Whisper, por favor.

[Within a second, Uno hands Shaw a manilla folder and if you look really close at the television set you can see "Whisper" scribbled on the tab and probably will go blind.  Shaw glances through it for a second, and then hands it over to Martinez, who also flips through its contents.]

CASTRO: I know everythin', mang.  I even know the age Whisper saw his first concha.  Go ahead, thumb through it.  I've got even more than that though. Dos, dossier Johnny Pain.

[Bam! Right into Shaw's hand.  Shaw thumbs through it.]

CASTRO: His madre would cry, amigo.  'Dis pendejo?  Atún.

I've made copies of everythin' here mang.  Mi casa, su casa.  Tres!

[Just then Tres wheels over another cart filled with files at the feet of Martinez, Castro stands there with a smile on his face as he drops the other dossier files to the ground.]

Syko: I gotta admit, Castro, I'm impressed. You certainly do your homeowrk, and what you can't scout on your own, you have done for you. I gotta say, it's those little things like this that seperate the wheat from the chaff...

[Castro nods, hearing what he's saying.]

Syko: BUT YOU KNOW....  you really do have a lot going on, you got title shots to worry about and... I just don't know if this is the right thing for you, and for Team Martinez, because I need someone who's completely and totally committed to going into this thing TO WIN. I'm not looking to hear excuses afterwards. I did NOT come back to get beat, especially not because some people have other things on their mind. There's a lot more to being committed than just looking up stats on a guy.

[Castro nods along in agreement.]

CASTRO: Gotcha, mang.  And you know what?  I wouldn't be lying to you if I said 'dat yeah, the main mang is thinkin' how good he'll look wit 'dat Fusion Title 'round his waist standin' over the lifeless body of 'dat cacorro Eddie Christian.

But, I ain't 'bout to lose to seven other teams filled with chumps.

[Castro stands there with a dead serious look on his face. Angel eyes him up, seemingly trying to look past the surface seriousness on Castro and get the real story.]

Syko: Well, good on ya for having the right mindset, but I've heard a lot of talk from a lot of people in my years around here, and quite frankly, telling me these things only goes so far. Now I know how good you are, and you know how good you are, but for this team to go into Wrestlebowl with the momentum, and the right mindstate, I think you need to show me something. You can say you're committed to the effort all you want, but I want you to SHOW ME.... just what it is you're bringing to the table, not only for me, not only for the team, but for yourself as well.

[Castro nods and begins to rub his chin.]

CASTRO: I hear ya.  I'll tell you what, amigo, you jus' stay tuned and I'm gonna show you why I'm not only gonna be the next Fusion champion, but also the Wrestlebowl MVP.

Syko: I got all night, kid, show me something.

[Castro walks off to take care of business, leaving Angel to stand there (with 3 lucha minis), as that billion dollar grin of his forms up.] 

Nathan Gyth vs Drake Fantasy

Amber:  ENTERING THE RING FIRST...


HE STANDS AT 6' 1" AND WEIGHS IN AT 212 POUNDS....


FROM LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS!!!


DDDDRRRRAAAAKKKKKEEE FFFFAAAANNNTTTAAASSSSYYYYY!!!!


["The Fantasy" by 30 Seconds to Mars hits the house PA as a rather nervous looking Drake Fantasy steps out onto the corrugated steel stage.  The long haired, purple and gold tight wearing young man tentatively makes his way to the ring, looking over his shoulder the entire time as his music plays out.  He eventually climbs into the ring, and makes his way to the farthest corner he could possibly find.]


[MIXED CROWD REACTION!]


Amber:  ...AND HIS OPPONENT...


HE STANDS AT 6' 10" AND WEIGHS IN AT 310 POUNDS...


FROM QUEENS, AUSTRALIA!!!


NNNNNAAAATTTHHHHAAAAANNNNN GGGGGGYYYYYYYTTTTHHHHH!!!



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


[The lights dim, and a myriad of colors begin shining through the entryway stage ramp. A soft Latin prayer hits the house PA system as a lone figure steps through the curtains and onto the corrugated steel stage.  His lean, powerful frame is adorned with countless scars from a hellish career, and speaks volumes of the man's ability to withstand pain and punishment. Sporting a black and red wrestling doublet adorned with a white stylized G surrounded with firebird-style wings, black leather pants with the word "G-MAN" on the left hip and red tribal designs down the right leg, motorcycle boots, fingerless gloves, heavy elbow pads, a black bandanna, and a set of dog tags, the familiar looking white haired man pans cold, ice blue eyes across the crowd. Suddenly a voice sounds over the house PA to ask the question as the man's face breaks into a sinister grin, a pair of chrome fangs glinting softly in the dim, colorful light....]

"Why don't you ask me what it feels like to be a freak...."

[Pyro flames explode before him in perfect synchronocity to the opening power chords of "Demon Speeding" by Rob Zombie. For several seconds he stands before the intense heat, unaffected, muscles tensed. Suddenly roaring at the crowd, he marches through those flames, bellowing smoke from the depths of his throat. With confidence born of countless victims throughout his career, Nathan Gyth makes his way down the entryway ramp.]

Sean:  Well we all saw that Gyth had the less than stellar entrance but that doesn't bother him, the career journeyman veteran here and already joining Quinn Scott's team at Wrestlebowl.  The draft may give this man the redemption he needs.

Jim:  I agree, he's got the power, the cunning, and he seems to have come into his own since the last time we saw him. I know that he has his critics but if anyone can turn it around and find that career resurgence it's going to be the big man.

[Reaching the ring, he lifts his arms up and grabs the top and middle rope. Pulling himself up and onto the apron, Gyth slips one foot over the ropes, followed by the other, and enters the ring. With casual ease, he makes his way to the furthest ringpost.  Climbing onto the second rope, he rears his arms up and bellows at the crowd.]

Gyth: FUCK YYYEEAAAHHH!!!

[He hops down off that post and quickly whips the dog tags off from around his neck, handing them off to a ring attendant.  He then makes his way for his corner and patiently awaits the ring bell's chime.]

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

[The ref explains the rules to both men, Fantasy nodding nervously as Gyth rubs his palms impatiently...]

*DING DING DING*

[The match begins with Gyth calmly walking towards Drake, only for the smaller man to back pedal, drop, and roll out of the ring in a hurry.  The G-Man merely smirks at the kid.]

Jim:  Look at the kid run!

Sean:  Can you blame him?  I actually agree with what Gyth said on OTC about this match.  He's getting fed a lamb to the slaughter here!

[Gyth steps to the middle of the ring, motioning for Drake to get back in the ring.  The Ref issues a warning to Fantasy....]

Jim:  Well this is going to be a sucky match....

[...Showing graciousness, Gyth moves in and sits on the second rope while pushing up on the top rope, inviting Drake in.  The Ref begins his 10 count.]

Sean:  Gyth's even holding the ropes for the kid and he still won't get in there!

Jim:  I sure as hell wouldn't either!  Run for the hills, Drake!!!!

ONE!!!

[He resumes pacing around the ring, occasionally looking at Gyth, who looks back at him with hands on his hips and disgust on his face.]

TWO!!!!

Random Guy in Crowd-  BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  YOU SUCK DRAKE!!!

Sean:  Apparently the fans not too fond of Drake Fantasy!

Jim:  Can you blame them? The Shootfire Faithful expect hard-hitting action when they attend a live event and we aim to please.

[Drake moves in on the apron and grabs the bottom rope, but seeing Gyth crouch down, motioning him to come into the ring, forces him to reconsider...]

THREE!!!!

[...the long haired pretty boy steps away from the ring, and points to the ground and demanding Gyth to step outside.]

FFFFOOOUUURRRR!!!!!!

[Letting out a yawn, Gyth looks at his wrist as if checking a watch.  He then turns and walks over to a far off corner and plops down with his arms at rest on the second rope, looking left to right at the crowd with his hands extended and mouthing "What a pussy!"]

Sean:  This is no way to conduct a match!

FFFFIIIIIIVVVVEEE!!!!

Jim:  It's a sure way to survive though.  Drake's practically giving Gyth a walk to home plate here!

[Someone throws a drink at Drake Fantasy, nailing him directly in the back of the head and drenching his hair and most of his back in ice cold cola!  Gyth offers up a golf clap from his seat in the ring.]

SSSSSIIIIIIXXXX!!!

Sean:  He may be a coward, but that's no way to treat an SPW Wrestler!

[The ref issues another warning at Drake while he argues with the fan who threw the drink.  The fanboy throws a pair of dual middle fingers as a response and sits back down.  Drake waves him off and starts back towards the ring apron.]

SSSEEEEVVVVEEENNN!!!!

Jim:  Oh yeah, Drake's a timid flower against Gyth, but don't let Johnny Jim-Bo public toss a drink in his face!

[He grabs the ropes as if to re-enter, and once again, he drops back down to the floor as Gyth grabs the ropes and practically vaults to his feet with shocking speed!]

EEEEIIIIIGGGHHHTTT!!!!

Sean:  My God that was fast!!!  Drake looked like he was about to actually participate, but Gyth's speed made him second guess!

[Gyth shoots Drake a flat stare as the man stands outside the ring, shaking his head wildly...]

NNNNNIIIIIINNNNEEEE!!!!

[...Bolting off at a dead sprint, Gyth crosses the length of the ring and drops into a baseball slide, exiting the ring right before Drake Fantasy!  Drake turns to run only for Gyth to grab a handful of that luxuriant long hair and yanks him off his feet and into the ring apron!  He then slings the smaller man under the ropes and into the ring!]

[BIG FACE POP!]

Sean:  Gyth breaks the 10 count!  He's not going to let the New Jack off that quickly!!!

Jim:  Great out of Context, O'Brady!!!

Sean:  ...hardy har har...

[Quickly joining him, Drake already tries to make a break for it, only for Gyth to make a running dive and catch him by one foot!  Drake scrambles wildly as Gyth rises to a stand, still holding that foot.  Against the natural bend of Drake's knee, Gyth rears a foot back and kicks him directly in the knee cap, effectively hampering his mobility and eliciting a sharp cry of agony from his smaller opponent!]

Sean:  EESH!!  That had to shoot some pins and needles into the kid's leg!  The G-Man knows so many simple ways to hurt you!

Jim:  Yeah, that's how knees get broken!  DO IT AGAIN G-MAN!!!

[Gyth then grabs the other leg, pulls Drake in for a wheel barrel hold, bends forward to slide Drake onto his shoulders.  With a groan of effort, Gyth then lifts straight up with Drake on his shoulders in the Electric Chair position.  Drake shakes his head wildly, Gyth nodding his as he lifts him up exactly one foot, and then slings him to the canvas with an Electric Chair Throw!]

*FFFFAWWWHUMP!*

Sean:  That was like a powerbomb on the face!  Gyth is just mauling Drake Fantasy, the match unfolding exactly how he predicted it!!!

[Stunned and disoriented, Drake slowly proceeds to crawl away from Gyth, the G-Man stalking after him with a sadistic, chrome fanged smile on his face.  Grabbing a handful of Drake's hair yet again, Gyth pulls hard, lifting the man to a stand.  Suddenly Drake turns and launches a hard right into Gyth's jaw, his head snapping to one side.]

Jim:  SURPRISE!!!

Sean:  Drake throws a punch out of sheer reflex!  Maybe now we might have a match on our hands!

[He looks back towards Drake, an angry scowl appearing on his face.  Drake goes for another punch, but never completes it as Gyth gathers him by the throat, lifts him up, drops to a kneel, and cracks Drake's back across his knee with a Chokeslam back breaker!]

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

Jim:  Nope!  That just pissed the G-Man off, Sean!

Sean:  The Chokeslam Back Breaker, the new age favorite of big men everywhere!

[Gathering Fantasy up, Gyth nails him with a stiff toe kick to the gut, and straddles the back of his head.  Tensing every vein in his neck, his face an evil grimace of ill intentions, he lifts his head back and drags a thumb across them with a cut throat gesture.  Quickly Gyth whips Drake up onto his shoulders, then lifts him exactly one foot into the air and dives for the canvas with the Ride to Hell!]

*BBBAAAAWWWWWWWOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!*

Sean:  THE RIDE TO HELL!  This match is over!

Jim:  This match is like having an argument with my ex-wife.  Short, Brutal, and always ending badly.

[On impact, Drake bounced a foot off the canvas, and two feet away from Gyth who was already back on his feet with a push up thrust.]

Sean:  RIDE TO HELL!  AND GYTH WITH THE LATERAL PRESS!!


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
















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

















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

 *DINGDINGDING!!!!!*

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

Amber:  AND THE WINNER IS--

[The lights immediately go out.  A deep, foreboding chill suddenly hangs in the air as a pair of red eyes light up inside the ring.  A familiar, deep and booming voice fills the arena...]

Jim:  HOLY CRAP!!!!!


# DOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #


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

[...The lights come on exposing Death Knell, wearing his usual viking apparel and a heavy fur cloak, now holding Gyth up in the air by one hand, gloved hands wrapped around his throat as the G-Man punches that arm and kicks at DK's chest to little effect!!!]


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


Sean:  DEATH KNELL HAS RETURNED, AND HE'S GOT GYTH IN HIS SIGHTS!!!


 *DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!*


[With an evil roar, Death Knell drives Gyth to the canvas with a violent chokeslam!]


*FFFFFFAAWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!*


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

Jim:  I can't believe anyone did that to GYTH!!  Put a fork in him, I think he's done, Sean

Sean:  I'm hardly inclined to disagree with you Jim!  I can't believe he did that!!

[The G-Man is left laid out, flat on his back with a few fingers randomly twitching.  Death Knell moves with reaper's wings towards the G-Man, gathering him up by the front of his doublet.  In that moment, Gyth comes alive, throwing a knee into DK's gut, followed by a hard right punch to that black, charred face residing within that helmet!!  The fans are cheering as Gyth finishes with a back spinning roundhouse kick that sends DK back a step, but doesn't drop him.  Gyth stares back in shock, seeing someone who is capable of still standing after what is often considered one of his more lethal strikes!!]


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


SOB:  Death Knell is an unstoppable force, even the most powerful of strikes sometimes have little effect against him!


JM:  RUN LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDED ON IT G-MAN!!!


[...The momentary shock pays dividends for DK who moves in, scooping Gyth up and quickly throwing him into the corner with an explosive impact that drops him sharply on his head shortly there after!]


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


Sean:  What an impact!  It was like Gyth was shot out of a cannon and into those turnbuckle pads!

Jim:  That corner may be padded, but that padding is only half an inch thick... not alot of give there.

[Once more, DK moves with a speed that belies his overly developed bulk, brutally kicking and stomping Gyth while he's down, eventually forcing him out of the ring to land in a heap before the announce tables!]

Jim:  I think we should move, O'Brady, before Knelly starts eyeballing us!

[The demonic viking tilts his head, as if a confused dog, while watching Gyth slowly fight to get to his feet.  Throwing one leg over the rope, followed by the other, DK drops down only to catch a surprise back kick to the gut that sends him stumbling back.]

Sean:  Gyth fires back with a back thrust kick!

[Gyth then charges in, wrapping his arms around the big man's waist, but before he could even lift him off the ground, DK drops him with a vicious double axe handle to the back!]

Jim:  Oh man, this isn't even a fight!  Death Knell seems to outmatch Gyth in every way!

[He then presses his foot down on the back of Gyth's neck, the G-Man's legs thrashing as his hands try to push the bulk of Death Knell off the very top of his spinal column!]


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


Sean:  HE'S TRYING TO BREAK HIS NECK!!  Where in the hell is security?!!!

Jim:  Pretty sure they all quit just now.  Remember, Gyth has been saying nasty things about the boss, and no matter how good a guy Mr. Cain may be, you don't piss in the face of the guy who cuts your check!

[Suddenly DK lifts the boot only to bring it down on Gyth's head!]

Sean:  And a curb stomp right on Gyth's head!

[Gathering Gyth up by his ears, DK lifts his staggered foe and then quickly rears his arms back and hits a Bell Clap that sends him stumbling back, completely discombobulated!]

Sean:  For whom the bell tolls!!!

[With a mighty roar, Death Knell runs Gyth down like a Mack Truck, hitting him with a clothesline so savage, it actually rolls Gyth onto his belly on impact!  The Ref once again motions for that bell!!]

*DING~DING~DING~DDDIIIIINNNGGG!*

Jim:  Keep ringing that bell time keeper, I don't think anybody is listening!

[DK picks Gyth up and slings him over the apron and onto the canvas, draping him in such a manner that the upper half of his body hung limply in place.  Take a couple steps back, DK then gets a bit of steam up, throws one of those heavy, fur covered boots up, and cracks Gyth across the side of the head with a running big Boot!]

SOB:  Clearly, Death Knell is dismantling the G-Man before our every eyes.  The man is down and unable to fight!  Why continue beating him?

JM:  Maybe Gyth doesn't have a Capitol One Card?

SOB:  What in the hell?

JM:  ...You know those commercials...  "What's in YOUR wallet?"

[Grabbing the rope and pulling himself onto the apron, Death Knell then takes a couple steps back and runs forward, dropping across the back of Gyth's head with an apron guillotine leg drop!!!  DK lands on the floor below and quickly rolls to a stand, Gyth still hung limply over the ring apron...]

Sean:  What a leg drop!  If that were a blade, Gyth's head would be rolling at our feet right now!

[...DK slides under the ropes and into the ring.  He throws down his fur cloak and rapidly moves in on the unconscious G-Man!  Gathering him up by the straps of his doublet, he throws Gyth onto his shoulders and gets a bit of a running start.  Jumping up, he springboards off the second rope and viciously, violently slams Gyth yet again, this time with his patented H-Bomb!]


*BBBBBBOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!*


Jim:  Holy mother of GOD!!!  H BOMB ON NATHAN GYTH!!!


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


Sean:  DEATH KNELL WITH THE H-BOMB!!!  Gyth's dead!!  He's gotta' be dead!!!

[On impact, Death Knell sits up, breathing deeply as he scans the crowd with those evil red eyes, Gyth laid out on his back behind him....]

Jim:  Well he put up an excellent fight but the outcome was never really in question!  What an impressive beating....  DK just mauled Gyth like a grizzly against a really big bunny rabbit!

[...He then rises, fists in the air, and starts walking away from the limp form of the G-Man, satisfied.  As he puts a foot through the ropes, suddenly Gyth tries to get up, his eyes wide and a chrome fanged grimace of pain and anger!]


[OMFG POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim:  HOW IN THE HELL IS HE ABLE TO EVEN MOVE!?!

Sean:  GYTH IS STILL ALIVE!!!!!!

[Death Knell stops, turns, and looks at Gyth.  Suddenly dark laughter sounds from his helmet, which only spurns the G-Man to keep trying!]

Sean:  ...and Death Knell's laughing at him?

Jim:  ....Gyth looks really... REALLY pissed off here, Sean...

[Slowly, Death Knell turns towards Gyth, his arm lifted up and a finger pointed at him.  Gyth pushes himself across the mat.  DK brings that arm back, and makes a cut throat gesture, shaking his head.]

Sean:  A promise of things to come...?

[In a surprising gesture, Gyth wipes a small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and begins laughing.  Once more, Death Knell's head cocks to one side, as if a confused dog...]

Jim:  Gyth's... laughing at him...?

Sean:  I don't get it either, Jim.

[Death Knell suddenly began to laugh himself, the large man's arms rising out at his sides.  The arena lights slowly turn red as "Dies Irae" hits the PA.  Suddenly blood began raining from the ceiling upon the ring, Gyth, the fans at ringside receiving a blood bath!!]


[DISGUSTED CROWD JEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Jim/Sean:  OMFGDFJDLKJFDSKJFSDLKJF!!!!!!!!!!


[While the fans, the ring crew, and the commentators are going out of their minds, the only two people who stand still like a pair of statues are Gyth and Death Knell, the two staring one another down until the lights go out and the blood rain stops....]

Jim:  THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!!

Sean:  GYTH COATED IN BLOOD!!!

[...When the lights come back on, Death Knell is gone, but the evidence of his visit has soaked the ring with crimson red.  Looking around, Gyth begins slowly crawl from the ring.  It's no surprise that being covered in so much blood doesn't even phase him, despite the fact that even his normally white hair seems as if it has been dyed a bright red.  If anything, Gyth looks rather angry at what has transpired.]

Sean:  We have to go to commercial break, hopefully we'll get some of this mess cleaned up here folks!  Of all the insane crazy, chaotic things I've ever seen in this broadcaster's career I can't BELIEVE what we just saw!  Death Knell-- has returned to Shootfire Pro!!  What does this mean for anyone here in SPW!?!!

Jim:  I LOVED THIS SHIRT... DAMN YOU DEATH KNELL!!!

Amber:  Ladies and Gentleman…I introduce your new SPW Women’s Champion…. THE ICE PRINCESS, THE GODDESS, NIIIIIIIIIINAAAA LAAAAAARRRRRUUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 
[The fans cheer as “Be The One” by Will Hoge begins to play.]
 
Jim: And we’re due to be joined by Nina Larue, the woman who had a hard fought match at Conquest, defeating the seemingly unstoppable Heather Owens.
 
[The curtains part and Nina Larue walks out. She wears a violet, shirt dress and heels, her black hair falling straight past her shoulders. Draped over her arm is the SPW Women’s World Title, glittering under the lights. A smile crosses her lips as she surveys the crowd and lifts her belt in the air, smiling as the SPWTron shows highlights of her shocking upset win against Heather Owens.  Nina stands on stage, looking beautiful as she raises the Women's World Title high!!]
 
[BIG FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
"Night ends another day begins
She feels just like she did the day before
She finds her coat she grabs her hat
She picks her stockings up from off the bathroom floor
With a plastic smile on closes the door and she's gone away
She hears all the things that they say
But talk is cheap so she gives it away"
 
[The statuesque beauty poses for a moment atop the entrance ramp, before sashaying down the ramp, smiling with deep brown eyes locked on the squared circle.  Nina basks in the spotlight in the center of the stage as the gold lights circle around her statuesque ivory frame.  Her raven tresses glimmering in the heat, Larue asks for a microphone and is handed one by a ringside attendant. She waits for the noise to quiet before speaking.]
 
Nina: I know that you’re all wondering why I’m out here tonight and I will get to that in a second. First, I want to ask you all to give a big round of applause to Heather Owens!
 
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
Nina: Say what you want about her, but the girl was a fierce competitor and worthy champion. If she wants a shot at this again, then she’s more than welcome. As is any woman backstage. I will not hide behind loop holes and dirty tactics. I will be a fighting champion. A _real_ champion. People can talk about bringing prestige and honor to a title until they are blue in the face. But if there actions don’t back it up, then their proclamations mean nothing!
 
Sean: Could that a reference to her BFF, Tiffany Lane?
 
Nina: I know that this belt has a history behind it, and not all of that history has been good. I should know. Back then, I was a part of some of that myself. But not anymore. I’m a new Nina Larue. A _different_ Nina Larue. And I will continue to prove that by proudly defending this title with honor, dignity, and grace.
 
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
 
Nina: I’m not sure if any of you can comprehend what being the SPW women’s champion really means to me. I spent years as the woman behind the woman. I was the enforcer, the mind behind the machine, watching from the sidelines as other basked in the glory. And I was fine with that, but, as much as I catered to others, I had my own dreams as well. For once, I wanted the top prize. I wanted to be the star. But there were people in my ear, telling me that I wasn’t flashy enough, wasn’t good enough, wasn’t really championship material.
 
[A small, bitter laugh escapes her lips.]
 
Nina: And those words would have broken a lesser woman. But not me. I knew my potential and that it had never truly been realized. And at Conquest, I silenced those critics and finally made my dream a reality!
 
[She lifts her belt high to another solid round of cheers.]
 
Nina: But I wasn’t the only believer. And that’s why I’m here. I want to thank those who did have my back, those saw the same potential that I did. First, I want to thank my husband, Troy, whose support has meant more than he could ever know. I want to also thank my family and friends for staying in my corner. And last, but certainly not least, I want to thank you, the fans!
 
[There is a swell of cheers at the mention and Nina smiles, clearly overtaken with their adulation. Her eyes begin to water.]
 
Nina: You guys…you just…you have no idea how much your support helped me reach this level. Your cheers and kind words pushed me when I felt that I could be pushed no more. Knowing that you all had my back helped me to continue when I sometimes just wanted to give up. So, I thank you...all of you. And I dedicate this title win to you all...and I promise to make you proud!
 
[The crowd cheers again as Nina wipes a tear from her eye. “Be The One” begins to play as Nina looks down at the title in her hands, a feeling of pure happiness overwhelming her. She leans down and gently kisses the title plate before raising it again in the air.]
 
Jim: A very emotional Nina Larue…thanking the fans for their support
 
Sean: And she’s going to definitely need that support as she heads into Wrestlebowl, taking on the always dangerous Poet Wright.
 
[Nina exits the stage and makes her way to the back, the fans cheering on her way out.] 

Marissa Monet & Team EGO

vs

James O'Connor & Wave of the Future

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

[Marissa Monet strides through the curtains into the ACC.  The fans cheer her wildly as she strides towards the ring.  She is dressed in her ring gear now, changed from her backstage clothes.  She wears her newest T-shirt "You Just Got Beat by a Girl!" over her black trunks.  All most can see is long, incredibly muscular legs and beautifully sculpted arms.  The fans cheer appreciatively.  Marissa takes the ring, accepting the microphone from a ring attendant with a graceful half bow.]

Marissa: Toronto, how are you?

Crowd: SHARK!   SHARK!   SHARK!

Marissa: My career started in and around Toronto.

[The Toronto fans serenade her with applause as they remember the tall, gangly wrestler who used to wow them with top rope exploits.]

Marissa: And this is one of my favourite arenas in the world to come to.  I always love competing in front of the Canadian fans.  You understand the game.  You aren't sheep.  You know what a professional wrestler is and you know what a professional wrestler is supposed to do.

[The ACC fans start clapping appreciatively.]

Marissa: And you know what makes a champion and what makes a championship calibre wrestler.  That's commitment and drive and sacrifice.  And you out there who paid your good money to see professional wrestlers come to this ring and go to war with each other to determine who is the better competitor.  And that's what I've always wanted.  That's what I've always been.   When I won creative control in the Deathwish Cage match, I've been the only one of the Shootfire Army to remember or use my wish.  That's because the wish was as important to me as the win.  You see, there's a lot of politics and jealousy in professional wrestling.  You know what that meant for me.  There was a lot of resistance to the idea of me competing for the World Heavyweight championship.  But I refused to be denied.  Samantha Bevins can't stand me because I'm not the kind of woman that she is.  I don't use my feminine wiles to try to get my way.  I rely on my skills, athleticism and effort.  Ideally, that's the way we're supposed to win, but we all know that that's not the way it works in the real world.  So the Deathwish was my chance to make sure that I could always be in my ideal performance state.

[Marissa takes a moment to look to all four corners of the crowd.  She shares a brief moment of eye contact with each section of the fans before she looks back into the hard camera, meeting eyes with the millions of fans of the Shootfire Universe watching via television.]

Marissa: Eddie Christian and I form Swagger and Desire.  We are by right the World Tag Team champions.  But you would never know it.  We beat Team EGO in Tampa, Florida by out toughing them.  But what's the reward for becoming the World Tag-Team champions?  They allow us exactly one title defence.  They allow Bad Luck to steal our World Championships.  They allow Team EGO to steal the belts from them.  And they make sure that Eddie and I never stand in the ring together.  We're only the champions and they ignore us, trying to focus on the other teams in the division.  Well, we are the division.  And now here we are on the verge of Wrestlebowl and the best the General Manager can come up with is Marissa Monet and Team EGO versus James O'Connor and the Wave of the Future?  I'm supposed to compete with the team that stole my belts against the man who helped save my career during the Deathwish Cage match?  What kind of madness is that?  James O'Connor doesn't deserve that.  I don't deserve that.  Most importantly, you don't deserve it. 

[Marissa pauses as the fans respond to her statement with various applause and calls.]

Marissa: There was no way that was going to be a real match.  That would have fallen apart and you wouldn't have been able to enjoy a match.  That's wrong.  You need to see action in the ring.  That's what you paid your money to see.  And that's what you'll get.  You'll get a preview of Wrestlebowl as I come to the ring with my fellow Shootfire soldier, James O'Connor against the Wave of the Future and those thieves, Team EGO.   And you'll see that Marissa Monet is not playing.  I'm going to defend the World Tag Team titles and I'm going to get my belt back. 

[Marissa licks her lips.]

Marissa: And not only will I have a belt draped over this shoulder. 

[She points to her right shoulder.]

Marissa: I'm going to have a belt draped over this shoulder, too.

[She indicates her left shoulder.]

Marissa: And that's going to be the World Title.  Maybe some people forgot, but me beating Andrew Davis and beating Sam Bevins at her own game made me the number one contender to whoever wins the belt at Wrestlebowl.  I tell you all this.  I will not let this opportunity slip through my fingers.  I have worked too hard to build my credibility.  I have worked too hard to be the best to simply let it all go.  So Andrw Davis, Marcus Davis, Chad Allen or Dave Pietka ... whoever walks out of Wrestlebowl start preparing because I am coming at you.  Right here in Toronto I'm telling you all that it is Marissa's time.  I want it more than anybody else.  I can taste it.  There's blood in the water and I'm calling the chum out.  So Team EGO, Wave of the Future ... bring your asses down to the ring and ... oooohhhhhh ... Marissa's gonna kill you!

[Marissa drops the microphone and drops into an athletic stance, waiting for her partner & opponents to step through the curtains.]

"Fame, (fame) makes a man take things over
Fame, (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, (fame)..."


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


[Owen Cage and Shane Diamond are standing on stage in full wrestling regalia, and they both have the World Tag Team Championship belts across their shoulders.  Heads raised to the sky, they bask in the glow as spotlights reflect off their gigantic oversize TEAM EGO sunglasses.  The fans are cheering as they look to each other, and then look back at Marissa.  Owen swings his mic as they begin their walk, their swagger, down towards the ring.]

Owen:  'Ris, Marissa, Ms. Monet.  You know it's still an honor to be in the same ring as you but excuse me did you say you were hungry?  Does the Shark need a little feeding, maybe a little sprinkle of that fish food in the bowl so you can eat up little fishy?

[Shane makes fish faces]

Owen:  I'm sorry where in the HELL DOES IT SAY TEAM EGO ARE FULL!? And I don't mean full of Shit, either, 'Ris.  Oh sure you come out here and talk the talk and yeah you even walk it -- I'll be the first to admit.  But can you blame me?  Can you blame us, can you REALLY blame Team EGO for doing what you and Eddie Christian have been unable to do- namely take the belts back for your own?

You see for all your talk you ain't hungry.  You've gone full of yourself, you've once again turned this into the Marissa Monet Power Hour, where we're all just lucky to be on the same timeslot as the all great Genetic Phenom.  Well newsflash if American Idol was any indication, just because the girl should have won that OTHER DUDE had his hand held high.

Because life isn't about what's fair, what's right, what's honest, what's true.  Life goes to those who will do anything, who will stop at nothing, to be on top.

[Shane and Owen raise the World Tag Team Titles.]

Owen:  You see we were going to just give these belts to you, Marissa.  To Eddie.  Because we DO respect you.  But then we decided... uuuummm no.  Because you say you're hungry?  Prove it.  Not with bitching at a General Manager, not about threatening to use that creative control.  By coming to me and DEMANDING what it is you deserve.  You want these belts?  The belts that we made worth having?  That we bled, sweated and scratched to climb up out of obscurity to make these titles so famous other teams are willing to STEAL them??  Come get em.  Until then, you and Eddie quite simply don't DESERVE THEM, and at Wrestlebowl?  At Wrestlebowl??  If you don't beat US the BEST TAG TEAM IN THE HISTORY OF THE GAME EEEEEEVVVVEEERRR!


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


[Team EGO stop in the aisle and raise the World Tag Team Titles high!!]


Owen:  YOU WILL _NEVER_ GET THESE BACK!!!


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

Sean:  Okay let me get this straight, we have Monet and Team EGO facing off here in Toronto and these guys are supposed to be on their own team!  And James O'Connor set to come out I thought this was going to be Monet and EGO vs JOC and Wave of the Future as

[James enters the ring, walking right up to Monet and EGO shove him out of the way and get in Monet's face!  The fans are roaring as Marissa yells at Owen Cage, pushing him back!  Owen smiles, nodding to Shane and takes a swing at the Tag Team Champion!!!]


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


Jim:  MONET DUCKS!  AND LOCKING THE FACE SHE HAS THE HEAD CLAW ON OWEN CAGE!!


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


Sean:  SHANE COMING!  MONET LOCKS HIS FACE TOO!


Jim:  I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!  DOUBLE LIFT ON TEAM EGO AND HAND OF GODS TO BOTH!!!!



  ***WWHHHAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!***



[The crowd roars as Shane and Owen roll from the ring!  James O'Connor looks surprised and Shane gets up, balling hands into fists and throws the punch to strike Marissa back!]


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


Sean:  TEAM EGO UP AND ATTACKING THEIR OWN PARTNER!


Jim:  AND EDDIE CHRISTIAN NOT EVEN IN THE COUNTRY!!!!


Sean:  JAMES IN AND FOREARM TO OWEN CAGE!!?!


Jim: DEFENDING HIS PARTNER IN THE SHOOTFIRE ARMY!  THEY JUST WENT TO WAR LAST WEEK!!


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


Sean:  O'CONNOR STEPPING IN AS MONET BATTLES BACK WITH EGO!?!  WHAT THE HELL!


Jim:  THE REFEREE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF THIS!


[Monet slams the forearm into Owen Cage, beating him back!  James O'Connor whips Shane Diamond into the far side and Henry Spikes yells as James runs him over with the yelling clothesline!!  The fans in Toronto cheer as Marissa sends Owen for the ride but he throws the reverse, and Monet hits the side to spring off with the flying spinning back elbow!!!!]


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


Jim:  ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!  AND REF GLEN KYROS THROUGH THE ROPES!  YELLING TO THE ANNOUNCER!


Amber:  ...LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE REFEREE HAS MADE THIS A NEW MATCH-  JOC AND MARISSA MONET TO TAKE ON TEAM!  EEEGGGOO!!!!


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

Marissa Monet & JOC vs Team EGO

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

Sean:  WHAT THE HELL!  THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!


[O'Connor shouts out as he high fives Monet and both pull up Owen, and send him with a whip at the ropes!  They leap to hit the double dropkick and put Owen Cage down!!  Shane Diamond pops up and Marissa ducks the clothesline to swing around and catching the waistlock from behind, wrenches to lift Shane into the air!  She slams the German Suplex and James comes off the ropes to smash the forearm to the forehead!]


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


Jim:  Make no mistake about it JOC and Monet are rivals but they go far back!  And now the World Tag Champion and James O'Connor aligning for this one night only here in the Toronto SkyDome, and Owen Cage and Miss Jasmine already complaining to the Referee!

[Cage is cussing from the apron as Shane gets up holding his head.  Climbing to his feet, he demands a few seconds break from the ring as Marissa Monet is hopping from foot to foot, beckoning, urging, itching for a fight!!]

Sean:  Shane coming at Monet, pointing in her face MONET WITH THE WRIST AND SENDING SHANE RUNNING!

Jim:  Shane off the side and Monet with the sliding leg lever takedown!!  Shane right on his face and Monet, Marissa here trying to take that leg over and up, stepping through as she goes for the STF!!

Sean: Monet for the submission SHANE clawing away trying to get free! 

Jim:  DIAMOND rolling over and kicking away! 

Sean:  He does not want to get caught in one of Marissa's submission holds!

[Diamond gets up limping to the ring ropes and yells for Marissa to stay back.  Monet paces as Shane steps out, and motioning for patience, begins to smile and motions instead for the World Tag Team Titles!!  Marissa decks him!]


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


Sean:  MONET with Shane into the ropes!  Irish whip and DIAMOND to the side!  HANGS ON!!

Jim:  Haha!  Tapping to his brain and moving over to tag in Owen Cage!  These are the former World Tag Team Champs and they're both in the ring together with no compulsion as to beating up a woman!

Sean:  James trying to get in but the Ref says stay out, Marissa charging and MISSES THE DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!

Jim:  OWEN with a kick to the guts!  And SHANE with the flying FACEBREAKER!!

Sean:  MONET to the mat!  And Owen and Shane with an arm and a leg each!  THE DOUBLE LIFT UP AND RIPPING HER INTO THE AIR!!  BOMBS HER DOWWWNNN!!!


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


Jim:  Monet laid out and Shane and Owen spinning around!  To the fans!!




Owen & Canucks:  TEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!!!!!!




Shane & Torontians:  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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



Sean:  AND NOW GOING TO THE CORNER!  OWEN CLIMBING UP TOP!!!


[Shane yells out at James O'Connor, daring him to get in!  Owen adjusts his forearm guard and jumps to leap into the air, flying through the air as he rolls his arm and sails to crash land with the elbow straight into Marissa Monet!]


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


Jim:  ELBOW FROM HEAVEN!!  AND OWEN CAGE UP AS SHANE RUSHES TO GET OUT-  HAS THE TAG ROPE AND OWEN CAGE WITH THE QUICK TAG OUT TO PARTNER SHANE DIAMOND!!


Sean:  Nobody does it better, when it comes to tag team wrestling it's like these two function with the same mind. 

Jim:  Yep, they each get half a brain!!

[Shane Diamond begins to strut as the audience cheers!!  James curses, slamming the top turnbuckle to get the fans in to clap for Monet, the World Tag Champ down on her back in the center of the SPW ring.  Diamond tells Toronto Team EGO are taking the belts back at Wrestlebowl and coming off the ropes does the jump and lands the knee across the head before rolling up and throwing fists into the air!!]


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


Jim:  Ya know, if they weren't so busy showboating they'd have this match already.

Sean:  It's what they do, Showmen, to the Extreme.  Owen wants back in as Shane over to tag out, and both back to pull Marissa up and run to send her flying at the corner!!

[Marissa crashes into the buckles as James yells!  Her head hangs low as Owen and Shane jump around, and Owen pulls back on Shane who spins to send Cage running!  James yells as Owen flies through the air and hits a flying Avalanche Splash!!  Marissa is hurting as Owen turns around and James jumps off the ringpost to slingshot back and dropkick into Owen!!  Cage collapses right on his face as the audience cheers!!]


Sean:  CAGE IS DOWN!!  HERE COMES SHANE DIAMOND!!!


Jim:  DIAMOND SAILING OVER CAGE AND RIGHT AT MARISSA MONET!!!


Sean: MONET MOVED!!!  SHANE INTO THE BUCKLES!!!


[Diamond hits hard and turns around to fall straight down, his head right in between Owen's legs!!]



 "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"



Sean:  BWAAA!!!!  SHANE WITH THE DIVING HEADBUTT INTO THE GONADS!!!


Jim:  OUCH!!  And Owen sitting up in tremendous pain, Marissa off the sides and KNEE TO THE FACE!!


[The fans in Toronto roar as Monet heads over and joins her partner as she tags out to James O'Connor!  JOC leaps in over the side as his fans cheer out, and as Shane gets up James shouts and runs to clothesline Diamond backwards over the side!  Shane hits the apron and then the floor as the fans cheer like mad!  James yells as Owen tries to rise, and O'Connor takes his head over, pulling him upside down locks an arm through and sits down to spike the Cradle Piledriver!!]


Sean:  PILEDRIVER!  HE GOT HIM!!!



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Sean:  CAGE KICKED OUT!!  AND JAMES HAS LEG FOR THE ARM NOW THE HEAD AND PULLS UP WITH THE SIT DOWN!  JOC ON CAGE WITH THE DRAGON SLEEPER!!!  WHAT THE HECK KIND OF MOVE IS THIS!?  BENDING OWEN BACK IN HALF!!


[James has the hold locked in as Owen is reaching to tap up, and Shane Diamond is on the apron!  He pulls back to springboard as Marissa yells out to warn her partner!  James nods and rolls forward as Shane comes off the top to land a diving elbow into his own partner!!]


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


Sean:  Team EGO just NOT on the same page!  Shane can't believe it!!


Jim:  JAMES HAULING SHANE DIAMOND UP!  GOING FOR A DVD!!!


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


Sean:  SHANE SLID OFF HIS BACK!  HAS THE HEAD AND TURNING JAMES AROUND CORKSCREW RIGHT UP INTO THE NECKBREAKER NO!  JOC TWISTS OUT OF THE DIAMONDGASM!  HE HAS SHANE SET UP IN THE DRAGON SLEEPER!!


[Diamond turns over and ducking inside, catches JOC for the Northern Lights Suplex and hits the backbridge to take James up and over as he holds the bridge for the pin!]


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


Sean:  SHANE WITH THE NORTHERN LIGHTS!!



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

















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
















Jim:  O'CONNOR KICKED OUT!!  


Sean:  JUST IN TIME!! 


[Shane rolls up as Owen is back outside, and Diamond goes looking for the tag as James makes it over and holding out a hand reaches to tag out to Marissa Monet!  The fans in Toronto cheer as Shane tags out and Owen leaps in, charging full speed but James tags out and Marissa comes over the side to throw up the flying boot and takes down Owen with a single pump kick!!]


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


Sean:  OWEN IS DOWN!!  AND MARISSA IN CONTROL!! 


Jim: Marissa shouting about the tag team belts!  She wants hers back!!  And Monet taking Owen up for the suplex!  Cage up into the air, Marissa shotgunning the legs off the ropes and ELEVATED DDT!!


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


Sean:  MARISSA WITH THE HEAD!  DUCKS INSIDE AND HAS THE LEGS!!  AMAZING STRENGTH!!  LOOK AT THE POWER!!!!


[Monet rises to stand up in the center of the ring as she pulls Owen Cage upside down for the Sharkbite!  Her legs are shaking as the fans cheer like crazy in the SkyDome- and Owen starts freaking as he shakes and spasms!  Marissa tries to hold him and Cage gets his forearm guard and wrenches it up her face!]


Sean:  MARISSA CAN'T HOLD HIM!!


Jim:  CAGE SLIDING DOWN!!  SUNSET FLIP!!!



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



Sean:  DIAMOND LEAPING INTO THE RING!  CAGE COMING UP HE HAS MARISSA PINNED!!



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





















[Owen holds Marissa down as the Referee counts and Diamond runs to challenge James just in case he comes in over the side!  JOC goes to enter, but doesn't as Owen strains to keep Monet down!!]






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


























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


 ***DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!**


Amber:  AND YOUR WINNERS!  TEAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!


Crowd:  EEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Cage and Diamond rise to throw their arms in the sky!  Toronto cheers as Cage and Diamond do the strut, victorious in stereo as they swing their arms back and forth!!  Marissa rolls up, glaring out through gritted teeth as Cage and Diamond each go to different corners and climb up to declare themselves the real World Tag Team Champs!]

Sean:  And an upsetting loss by Marissa Monet this short of Wrestlebowl-- can you believe it!?  The World Tag Champion PINNED by contenders Team EGO.   James O'Connor and Marissa fought well and valiantly but on this night, EGO wanted it more. 

Jim:  At any given time in any given match, anything can happen here in SPW.  EGO beginning to build a win streak as of late- can they ride this momentum going into Wrestlebowl?

Sean:  If they can we're looking at the new indisputed Tag Team Champs.  And EGO all gloating as they celebrate, we're looking at--

["Lava" by Ministry steps up as Rich Patterson and Chance Fortuna step out.  The fans' cheering turns to boos as Bad Luck make their way towards the ring.  Instead Team EGO step down and Owen Cage holds out a hand to help Marissa up.  Monet ignores it, shoving to her feet as James O'Connor steps to her side.  All four stand as Chance and Rich stop.... and smiling, promise the next time none of them will see them coming.]


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


Sean:  Crisis averted as Bad Luck do not seem to be coming down to the ring, rivalries aside they simply hate Chance and Patterson.  All three teams, Desire & Swagger, EGO and Bad Luck will vye for the titles at the pay per view- currently in the possession of Shane and Owen.

Jim:  Well that has to be resolved.  And now that they're on the same page perhaps Team EGO will give those titles back.  Marissa Monet and Owen Cage, Shane Diamond standing together in this right now- but at Wrestlebowl that will not be the case.

Sean:  And James O'Connor to face the Hall of Famer Steve Greedy as well, to be sure the fans behind him much like they are everyone in this ring.  Bad Luck deciding discretion the better part of valor, and at least for now they are safe.  SPW Conquest returns.

[Chance raises his finger, pointing and telling them all off as Rich Patterson rubs his hands, smiling and plotting as Bad Luck prepare for their upcoming three way war at Wrestlebowl.]

[Stepping before the camera in one of his usual designer suits, a backlit DCWL Banner behind him, is none other than Leon Corella. Crossing his hands, palm to wrist, before him, he addresses the camera, the fans, and the DCWL locker room.]

Corella: As many of you are aware, Shootfire Pro Wrestling's Wrestlebowl is just three weeks away. It has come to my attention that Mr. Hayden has yet to select an army for me to lead into battle.

[He takes in a deep breath, flexing the fingers of his freehand only briefly.]

I have decided to take action myself, talking in private with Gideon Caine, and have very carefully selected the absolute best that the Dangerous Championship Wrestling League has to offer....

First...

Derrick L. Ford, billionaire son of an oil tycoon. You may not like him, hell you probably even hate the man, but you have to respect his accomplishments as a wrestler, and the fact that he is absolutely ruthless. DCWL needs to win the Wrestlebowl, and he will add the necessary cutt-throat attitude to secure it.

Second...

"Sledge" Logan Braddock, an Akron- Ohio native who is a proven commodity in the DCWL Locker Room. You need a clench hitter for when the going gets rough, and Braddock is the kind of guy that I believe would have the team's best interests at heart. Nobody is more loyal, more worthy of trust, than this man, so naturally I want him on my team.

Third, final, and the pick I'm sure everybody see's coming...

"The Native" Maurice Thompson. Sure, me and Maurice have had our differences in the past, but I respect him and his ability, and I have no doubt in my mind that he could be the man who decides the fate of this team. Nobody has given me a bigger run for my money in a purely technical contest, than Maurice has. I choose him to round out this team.

[Leon steps in towards the camera, eyes ablaze with that good old intensity, his brow furrowed.]

This selection will give us the best tactical advantage we will have going into SPW's Wrestlebowl. Hopefully you three will accept my offer and join me in helping this League make it's mark and show that DCWL is still alive, well, kicking and screaming like a son of a bitch in the night!

Thank you for your consideration, gentlemen.

[On that note, the scene fades out.] 

 # DOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!! #


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


[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.]



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


[And a blast of red fire lights up the metal stage for a moment, before spotlights now show three figures rising from the depths!!  As fire rises on all sides there is a giant cross in front of the outlines of three people, two obviously kneeling.  The fans are roaring as spotlights now show "The Family" in all their glory.


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


[The Father, "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.  The two kneeling men are in matching black sleeveless jumpsuits and black combat boots.  Both look up to the crowd with an evil grin on their white and black painted faces.  They are "brothers" Entropy and Anarchy, the Children of Hardcore.]

Sean:  THE FAMILY out here and marching down the aisle,  Jester and the Children, wheeling that cross with a white sheet over the top of it?  What is that all about!

Jim:  I have no idea!  But who knows what, by anything this man JCA does? 

[The Father taps both Children on the shoulder, giving them permission to stand.  Both stand, look to Father with reverence, and then to the ring with a look of bloodlust and violence.  Jester tosses back his hood, showing his painted, smiling face as the Children continue to wheel the massive cross down the aisle.]

Sean:  Anarchy and Entropy taking that, that THING towards the ring, and Jester Chad Allen rolling in... sliding in as he raises his arms to the heavens!! 

Jim:  COH sliding that cross in why is there a sheet on it!? 

[The music continues to blare as the Children both slide under the bottom rope, looking back for a moment with a nod to their Father.  JCA scowls nods back his approval as the music fades and the lights return to normal.  The fans are watching in concerned fashion, and JCA grins from his painted mouth and raises his arms up to the ceiling!  Touching his hands to his heart, he smiles and calls out for Iris as COH kneel on either side....]

Sean:  I have no idea what this is all about- I have no idea what is going on, why has Jester Chad Allen brought this, this giant contraption this cross out here?

Jim:  Jester obviously making a statement perhaps to his former love Iris Galiver who has not been seen in SPW since she adjusted and became well, sane!  She wanted no part with Jester Chad Allen but I think he's not just going to get over his lost love right away.  But Chad has got to let this scorned love go to the side or he's just never going to be able to focus on becoming the SPW World Heavyweight Champion.

[Jester glares down through gristled teeth, canines bared as he points and Anarchy and Entropy pull the sheet away!!]


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


Sean:  LINDSEY PAAAAAAGE!!!!


Jim:  PAGE!  TIED TO THE CROSS!!!!


Sean:  AND JESTER HAS KIDNAPPED LINDSEY PAGE!!!  WHY!!  IS THIS A MESSAGE TO IRIS!?!


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


Sean:  JESTER HAS LINDSEY TIED TO THE CROSS!  AND A REACHING INTO --  WHAT IS THAT!?!


[The Jester produces a tiara dipped in glue with pieces of glass shards sticking all over it!  The fans are roaring as JCA holds the tiara up, the glass gleaming in the spotlight!  Lindsey is coming to, and she begins to twitch and move as Jester kneels down and affixes the glass to her head!!]


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


Sean:  CROWN OF GLASS ON LINDSEY PAGE!!  AND THE GLASS BEGINNING TO CUT INTO HER SKIN!!!


Jim:  LINDSEY SHAKING AND CURSING!  TRYING TO GET UP!  AND JESTER-  WHAT IS HE DOING!  WHAT IS THIS! 


Sean:  THIS HAS TO BE FOR IRIS GALIVER!  JESTER TAKING HER FRIEND AND USING HER AS, AS THIS HUMAN SACRIFICE!!!


Jim:  AND REACHING INTO HIS ROBES PULLING OUT TWO SPIKES!?  OH GOD NO!!!!


Sean:  ANARCHY AND ENTROPY EACH TAKING A SPIKE!  THEY'RE GONNA IMPALE HER HANDS!!


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


Sean:  COME ON!  JESTER YOU SICK FREAK--


["Double Drive Track No.7" kicks up over the PA System as Dan Broussard runs down the aisle with a steel pipe in hand!!  The fans roar out as Jester screams and fire burns up from all four ringposts!!!!]


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


Sean:  BROUSSARD!  SLIDING INTO THE RING AND SWINGING THE FLAME ANARCHY AND ENTROPY AND JESTER CHAD ALLEN ALREADY OUT OF THE RING!!  AND THANK GOD BROUSSARD RAN THEM OFF--


Jim:  WAIT!  JCA NOT DONE!!!   RAISING HIS HANDS TO THE SKY


 # DOOOOMMMM!!!! #


[From the ceiling above, the rafters in the Toronto SkyDome, DEATH KNELL Is being lowered to the ring!  As the fire blazes high, the demonic savage is shackled in chains as he is roaring, red eyes beaming from beneath his darkened helmet, Death Knell descends to the ring as Dan Broussard is busy using the spikes to cut Lindsey free!!  Anarchy and Entropy stand in the smoke as JCA smiles grinning out, eyes leering at the ring!]


Jim:  THIS WAS ALL A SET UP AS DEATH KNELL HAS RETURNED TO THE FAMILY!!! 


Sean:  WE SAW WHAT HE DID TO NATHAN GYTH EARLIER!  AND HE IS BACK WITH JCA!!!


[Death Knell stands in the ring and rips the chains free from his massive body!  Howling out he sees his old enemy as Broussard pulls the bloody crown from Lindsey Page's head, helping her off the cross as Page can barely even stand!  Broussard looks up as Death Knell roars out, beating his chest!!  Broussard clutches the spike and Death Knell rushes right at Lindsey Page!!!]


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


Sean:  BROUSSARD SHOVING PAGE DEATH KNELL CRASHING INTO DAN!!  OH NO!!!!


Jim:  AND BROUSSARD TO THE MAT!  DEATH KNELL WITH HIS ARMS OUTSPREAD AND KNEE TO THE BACK I CAN'T WATCH!!


Sean:  SPACE ANGEL DROP RIGHT INTO THE RING!  AND DEATH KNELL HAS PUT DOWN BROUSSARD!!!


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


Sean:  AND DEATH KNELL NOT DONE!  PICKING UP THE CROSS JCA RAISING HIS ARMS!!!  AND DEATH KNELL THROWING THE CROSS DOWN ON THE BACK OF DAN BROUSSARD!!!!!!!


Jim:  DK HAS PUT DOWN BROUSSARD AND PAGE DROPPING TO COVER DAN AS SHE'S SWINGING THAT SPIKE!!


[Page screams out cursing as she swings the spike around, and Death Knell looks at her with amused curiosity.  Jester laughs as he climbs the stairs, entering the ring and looking down, smiles as he twists to grab the camera, staring into it as he begs for Iris to come back....]

Sean:  This man is gone.  Jester and I have a feeling he's not done at all, he is demented in his determination to lure Iris back to SPW and if anything he just made an example out of Page and Broussard and Death Knell, adding another victim to the list as he is back in the Family. 

Jim:  Man is a certifiable homicidal maniac. If I was Galiver I'd find a place to hide and stay there for good.  Jester's reign of terror is just beginning I got to agree Sean, who knows what this insane psychopath is capable of... who knows.  Good lord. 

Sean:  The Lord has nothing to do with it.  Fans, we have got to get this sick freakish bastard off our TVs please stay tune with us, can we please get some help for Dan Broussard... disgusting.  Blasphemous, sacrilegous, uh just, horrible.  And he still has yet to compete in tonight's main event.  Jester Chad Allen Ladies and Gentlemen... the man who could be our next World Champ.

[Fade out as Jester is kneeling over Broussard, crossing over him with Lindsey Page's blood.  Anarchy and Entropy stare down as Death Knell hollers in the background, the fans booing out as Toronto rains down hell upon the heads of The Family.]


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

[Kieran Rae stands backstage at the Toronto Skydome, the very pregnant CEO watching in just utter shock and disgust.  Shaking her head, Kieran looks up as an arm swoops around her and pulls her away.  Surprised, she turns to see that Andrew Davis has almost swept her off her feet.  Dressed in his traditional D&G suit, AD3 makes glancing eye contact, but it’s obvious that his interest is elsewhere.]

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

Davis: Hey Kieran, thanks for mentioning me in your interview with ESPN dot com.  I always appreciate good press.

Kieran: I’m always happy to promote Shootfire competitors.  Did you just SEE What your opponent did out there?

Davis: Ah HA No wait, you didn’t bring me up, the reporter did.  My mistake.  Anyway, where is your husband?  If you were my wife, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.  He’s in rehab, isn’t he?

Kieran: What?  No!!

Davis: I’m kidding, of course.  Speaking of promoting, you do know that I have a lead role in Angelina Jolie’s new movie “Salt,” opening in July, right?

Kieran: Of course, you shot that last year.

Davis: I did.  Look at your memory.  No wonder you’re the boss.  And I’m sure that you’re aware that the movie is rated PG-13, which means the movie is being promoted to the middle of the country, a.k.a. the flyover states.  That means that there will be new audiences for Shootfire, and I don’t want to scare them off.

Kieran: You want me to censor our superstars?

Davis: Censor?  Did I say that?  I would just discourage them from doing anything outside the realm of PG-13 until the PPV.  You know, no violence, no tables, CRUCIFIXIONS....  Now at Wrestlebowl they can do whatever they want.  Until then, as a favor to the Lightweight Legend, I’d ask that they’d watch their mouths.

Kieran: Andrew, I don’t think that this is going to go over well in the locker room.

Davis: Okay, let’s try this.  Any person who crosses the line will have their teeth kicked in, by me, guaranteed.

Kieran: I can’t let you do that.

Davis: Let me?  Kieran, when have I ever asked permission from management?  I’ll spread the word.  Good talk.

[Andrew turns to Kieran, looks her dead in the eye, and smiles.  There’s a pause, and Davis walks off with a purpose.  Kieran, trying to get her bearings after being ambushed with kindness, stares off watching him go.]

Kieran:  Try telling that to Jester Chad Allen in our main event.

[Fade out.]

[Marcus Davis is standing backstage in his new black "The Dream" T-Shirt and red fighting shorts, focused and ready to go as he's just waiting for the producers to cue him on for his next match.  The fans cheer in the background as Davis does some kicks and punches through the air... and Andrew Davis turns the corner and approaches Marcus Davis.  Still dressed in his D&G suit, Andrew slides his vintage sunglasses into his pocket.] 

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

Andrew: Marcus Davis, the Dream of Shootfire Pro.

Marcus: May I help you.

Andrew: Marcus, you’re the morality police, right?  Code of Honor, you make sure that everyone brushes their teeth, takes their vitamins, and helps old ladies across the street.  Right?  Like an overgrown Boy Scout, right?

[Marcus attempts to respond, but Andrew’s questions are almost always rhetorical.]

Andrew: Because if that’s you, you’re my man.  Maybe you could pass along the word that this is a PG-13 rated show, and it will be until the movie “Salt” comes out, and if anyone doesn’t like that, they can talk to Andrew Davis and we’ll talk about which body part they’d like to have removed.  Capiche?  You’re part Japanese, right?  Sayonara.  Wait, that’s goodbye.

Marcus:  Look Andrew, I don't know what kind of game you're playing... but I'm about to go out to that ring right now and beat Quinn Scott.  The last thing I need is you and your fake concern for the honor of this federation.  So why don't you take your hypocrisy and leave me focus?  Capiche? 

I don't need you, especially at Wrestlebowl where it's me, Dave Pietka, Jester Chad Allen, and you.  You're going to be in the ring by yourself tonight, and at Wrestlebowl it's going to be every man for himself so quit buttering me up with talk of honor- whatever ploy this is to secure you the World Heavyweight Title-  Keep dreaming.

Stay away from me and that's the first and last time I'll tell you.  I'll see you at the pay per view.

[Marcus Davis heads off for the ringside area to compete in his match, leaving Andrew Davis none too happy.]

Marcus Davis vs Quinn Scott

[The heavy guitar and drum intro of Marilyn Manson's "Antichrist Superstar" beats through the PA with a force that could cause your insides to tremble, with your only respite being the sounds of a crowd chanting out in-between beats. The in-house crowd, for some odd reason, chants along with the music... and two people appear just as the chanting stops. On the left, dressed in a tight black dress and short brown hair, is Serena Black. On the right, his left hand in his pocket, strands of hair covering his face, and a look on his face that is utterly devoid of any manner of feeling, is none other than... ]

Amber: Approaching the ring at this time, accompanied by his manager, Serena Black... From Parkland, Florida... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... This is...


QUIIIIIINN... SCOOOOOOOOTT!!!


"You built me up with your wishing hell...
I didnt have to sell you.
You threw your money in the pissing well...
You do just what they tell you."

[While the crowd cheers Quinn on as he makes his way down, he acts as if they're not even around. He just walks to the ring at his own pace, his eyes fixed on the ring and whoever's in it. In complete contrast, Serena Black is shouting about Quinn's abilities, hyping him up to those within earshot of her.]

"REPEEEEEEEEENT! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPEEEEEEEEENT! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
Whose mistake am I anyway?"

[Rolling into the ring, he walks over to a corner and casually pulls his pocketed hand out, revealing a hair-tie. He sloppily pulls his hair back and binds it, but most of the hair in the front of his face still hangs loosely in front of it. Serena walks up the steps and slinks into the ring, presenting Quinn to the crowd as he goes through his little ritual.]

"CUT THE HEAD OFF!"

[Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out two gloves and begins to place them on his hands. On his left hand, he puts on a normal-looking black glove. On his right hand, he puts on a padded shoot-fighting glove.]

"GROWS BACK HAAAAARD!!"

[After pulling both gloves taut and making sure they're secure, he glances at all the people in the ring, slips his left hand back into his pocket, walks out of the corner, and eerily stands there. Serena saunters up to him and pats him on the shoulder, smiling all the while... which only gets a small, sideways glance from him.]

"I am the Hydra...
NOW YOU'LL SEE YOUR STAAAAAAAAR!"

[As Serena walks out of the ring, Quinn rolls his neck, his eyes still locked on someone, before reaching up to scratch his face a moment. His lips twitches quickly, but he doesn't really do much beyond.]

Sean:  Marcus Davis entering the ring and Quinn Scott walking right up to meet him.  This could be a really good match.  Quinn Scott, captain of a Wrestlebowl Team, Davis of course, World Title Contender for the vacant Heavyweight strap.  You're watching SPW Conquest and what a night so far, as crisis near averted as Lindsey Page almost crucified by Jester Chad Allen what can his opponent at Wrestlebowl be thinking?

Jim:  Um, bring a cross?  Marcus Davis knows one mode, fight.  He doesn't care to play games or be intimidated and to his credit, if he loses he does it with honor.  Quinn Scott?  Not so much, he has no allegiance to any man.  Aside from Serena Black, Quinn is here to compete and that's it.

[Quinn steps into the ring, eyeing Marcus sardonically as Davis walks up to him.  Pointing at the "Wrestlebowl" sign, Davis nods triumphantly and Quinn nods back.  The bell rings and Referee Charles Eden calls for action as the fans in Toronto cheer.]

Sean:  Davis with the arms up and Quinn with the left hand in his pocket, Marcus wanting a lockup but Scott striding past.  Walking around and Davis grapples on the side headlock!

Jim:  Top wristlock twisting out by Quinn and Marcus turning Scott over inside HIPTOSS to send Scott off his feet into the front flip!!

Sean:  Oh ho and Scott rolling up, Marcus for the stepover armbar no Scott sweeps out the legs and rolls to grab the one armed pin has the leg!  No not the pin he goes into the kimura Armbar for the submission!  NO!  Marcus twisting pushing away!


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


Jim:  Nope, Davis knew he'd try and Marcus already up!

[Davis grabs on the side headlock but Quinn drops to sweep out the legs, but Marcus jumps back over the arm and puts his knee into Scott's forehead!  The fans pop as Quinn falls over, trying to stand and Marcus takes him back into the ropes.]

Sean:  Davis sending Scott for the ride Quinn with the reverse Marcus Davis into a handstand legs into the top ropes!!  Flying back elbow springing to connect with the Shootfighter!


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


Jim:  WHOA!  Davis so athletic!  Quinn again hit in the head and Marcus with the pickup SHORT POWERBOMB!!


Sean:  NAILED NOO!!  QUINN WITH A WRAP AND LEGS AROUND THE HEAD TRIANGLE ARMBAR ON MARCUS DAVIS!!


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


Jim:  DAVIS HOLDING QUINN DOWN INSTEAD HAS HIM PINNED!!



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



Sean:  MARCUS kicked out!!


[Davis lunges to his feet and throws the clothesline at the waist but Quinn dives clear over the arm!  Rolling up, Scott takes the arm and twists to toss sending Quinn into a flip but Scott cartwheels out with a right handed palm plant!  Marcus turns and sends the spinning roundhouse kick but Scott dodges, Davis follows through with the flying roundhouse from the other leg and Scott catches it across his shoulder and drops to his knees to land the limb!]


Sean:  DAVIS in pain!

Jim:  AND LANDS THE ENZUGIRI!!


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


Sean:  QUINN on the canvas!  Marcus limping up, Scott has a target!

Jim:  Yeah oh no you know that's gotta be a bad thing that's exactly what Quinn needs!  Scott will lead a team of Blake Covington, Nathan Gyth, and Dan Broussard, but right now Scott has a huge win if he stays on that limb!

[Scott goes for a kick to the arm but Davis catches it and wraps around the leg, and Quinn throws punch after punch, snapping Marcus in the skull!  Davis lets go and Scott nails the kick to the stomach, and jumps to knee up onto Marcus's head, slamming right after right and he takes Davis down!!]


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


Sean:  QUINN on top of Davis turning him over and sits in to wrap around the camel clutch!!

Jim:  MARCUS once again in the submission!  And Quinn Scott has this, Marcus doing all he can to crawl to the ropes!


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


Sean:  Can Davis hang on!  Marcus for the ropes and he has em!!

Jim:  SCOTT letting go!  But first he pulls up on that arm and wrapping it around the middle rope, steps through as he puts in the pain!

[Marcus yells out in agony as Quinn pulls up, the Referee shouting at him to break!  Scott twists up and the official begins a count!]

Sean:  ONE!  TWO!  THREE!  FOUR!  SCOTT Breaking at four!

Jim:  Yeah the Referee in his face he didn't like that!  Eden telling Scott off as Marcus Davis sliding right outside, man he wants to slow down the pace of this match ever the ring general.

Sean:  Scott does not need to be disqualified and you can be sure Marcus didn't find any honor in that.  Passing Serena Black and a wide berth from her, Marcus heading around the ring as he goes up to enter and the Referee ordering Scott to stay back-

Jim:  Marcus inside the ring and QUINN CHARGING!!

[Scott leaps through the air to throw the double knees but Marcus slides underneath him!!  Shoving up off his knees, Davis turns around and Scott catches himself in the ropes!  Quinn turns around as Marcus charges and throws the roaring forearm shot to smash Quinn into a flip clear over the side!!!]



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


Sean: SCOTT HITS THE FLOOR OF THE SKYDOME AND MARCUS DAVIS WINS BACK CONTROL!!!


Jim:  WHOOOAAA!!   AND SERENA YELLING SCOTT UP AND MARCUS CLEAR OVER THE SIDE!! 


Sean:  FLYING CARTWHEEL CLEAR INTO THE MOONSAULT!!   NO WAY!!!!!



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



Jim:  BELIEVE IN DREAMS!!!!  SCOTT TAKEN DOWN!!!!


[Davis stands up throwing his fist in the sky as he points to the Wrestlebowl sign and motions for the World Title belt as the Canadian audience cheers!  Serena helps Quinn up as Marcus slides inside before the Referee can count.  Adjusting his waistband, Davis points to a "Believe in Dreams" sign at ringside and smiles warmly.  Quinn makes it back to his feet and Marcus steps back to allow him clear entrance back into the ring.]

Sean:  While this could be interpreted as headgames of sorts but that's just the character of Marcus Davis.  He wants to beat you fair and square, clean and no games, that way you'll have no excuses when you lose.

Jim:  Scott climbing the stairs, and walks the ring apron to get inside.  Quinn may not respect anything or care about anyone, but he to be impressed with Marcus Davis's fighting spirit.

Sean:  Marcus moving in Referee Eden says 'wrestle' and Toronto all in this once again, Quinn with the lockup using both arms and KICK To the knee!  KICK again!  Scott breaking free snaps kick after kick, and runs for the ropes!!

Jim:  Marcus hurt Scott through the air flying crescent kick and DAVIS DUCKS!!


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


Sean:  Marcus with the arm and Scott with the left Davis hooking that one too and HEADBUTT!  HEADBUTT!  HEADBUTT Into Scott!!

[Davis twists the arm over and hits the standing side kick into Scott!  He bends Quinn over and stepping over the arm, swings the leg back to kick Quinn in the head!  Twisting the leg uo, he snaps his left leg to kick Scott's head over, then nails it back with the heel!  Scott goes to a knee as Marcus raises his foot and slams it down the inside catching Quinn's face to take it down to the mat!!]


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


Sean:  Scott trying to get up he dives forward as Davis brings down the axe kick!!

Jim: Quinn up, moving for the corner Davis runs past him, jumps to the second buckle and swings back KICKS Scott across the head!!  Holy God!

Sean:  Scott spun around! 

Jim:  Marcus with the legsweep!  Quinn on his back!  Davis with the lateral press, he has the pin!


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
















Sean:  SCOTT throws the kickout!  Marcus Davis pulls the leg up again!!


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

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















Jim:  SERENA pushes in the rope!  SCOTT has the rope!!


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


Sean:  REF SAYS BREAK!!!


[Marcus rises to drag Scott from the ropes, and standing up he steps around the leg and pulls the other up to twist the leg around his, reaching down to wrap all the pressure around the head but Quinn shoves up, pulling at the fingers and uses the digi duster to manipulate the fingers and Davis has no choice but to let go!]


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


Sean:  QUINN with the hand under control and Marcus Davis twisting out, snaps up a high kick to strike Scott upside the face!  Quinn off his balance DAVIS with a spinning Roundhouse to the face!!

Jim:  Scott knocked backwards Davis with the roundhouse a second time!  Quinn knocked senseless and Marcus leaps into a spinning rotation, coming around he throws the kick to strike Scott with the 540 but Scott dodges the shot and reaches up to slap in the TONGAN DEATH GRIP!!!


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


Sean:  TONGAN DEATH GRIP!!  WITH THE LEFT HAND HE HAS THE HOLD ON MARCUS!!


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


Jim:  AND MARCUS TRAPPED! HOLDING HIS NECK!!  QUINN CHOKING HIM OUT!!!


Sean:  SCOTT CHOKING DOWN DAVIS TO HIS KNEES!!


Jim:  HE GOT HIM!  WILL DAVIS TAP!!!


[Marcus looks right up at Quinn and staring him down, refuses to give!  The Referee calls for the give as Marcus won't surrender, and Quinn bends in squeezing as hard as he can!  Marcus Davis tries to rise as he holds the wrist but Scott leans in, refusing to let go!  Davis struggles to stay conscious as the lack of air is making him go to black!]


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


Sean:  MARCUS DAVIS BEING CHOKED OUT!  BUT HE WILL NOT TAP!!


Jim:  REFEREE RAISING HIS ARM!!  AND -AND IT DROPS!!  DAVIS WILL NOT TAP!


Sean:  DAVIS TRYING TO KEEP IT UP!  AND THE REFEREE RAISING IT A SECOND TIME!!

Jim:  SCOTT FIGHTING TO CHOKE HIM OUT!!  AND DAVIS - HIS ARM DROPS AGAIN!!


Sean:  HE CAN'T KEEP THE ARM UP!  AND THE REFEREE RAISING THE ARM A THIRD TIME!! 


Jim:  DAVIS SHAKING!!  TRYING TO KEEP THE ARM UP!!!  HE CAN'T!  HE CAN'T!  IT FALLS--


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


Sean: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!   DAVIS KEEPING IT UP!  AND PUNCHING OUT THE KNEECAP!!


Jim:  Scott hurting!  Marcus with a clawhold and right into the stomach!!!

[Quinn lets go as Davis twists his organs sideways!  Marcus wraps the neck and goes for the Sudden Stop but Quinn twists out and smashing in the elbow to the neck, dives over the leg and hooking in Davis holds him down for the pin!!]


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


Sean:  SUDDEN STOP COUNTERED BY QUINN SCOTT!  I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!


Jim:  HE GOT HIM!!!!!



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

*DING DING DING!*


JDM:  Now sit back Gentlemen, the fun I promised!

Jim:  Oh goodie fraptuous day!

Sean:  What?  JDM SUPERSTAR why are you out here!?


[Marcus is furious and he rises to glare into Quinn Scott as the submission artist stares at him, hands on hips as Serena nervously watches from ringside.  Moving to climb the stairs she steps inside and ducks to get in, the Referee holding up the middle rope for.  Quinn is in no mood to as Marcus goes right up into his face, and Serena steps in between to ward them back.  Scott eyeballs Davis and suddenly the fans scream as Rich Patterson and Chance Fortuna slide in the ring behind Marcus Davis!!!]


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


Sean:  BAD LUCK ATTACKING MARCUS DAVIS!  THEY RAN HIM OVER!!!


Jim:  CHANCE AND THE BAD SEED ATTACKING AND STOMPING MARCUS DAVIS!!!!


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


Sean:  AND QUINN SCOTT DOING NOTHING TO HELP!!!


Jim:  SERENA SHOCKED!  QUINN WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!  HE'S LEAVING THE RING!!


[As Patterson and Fortuna stomp into Marcus, Serena screeches at Quinn but he doesn't care, heading to the outside and steps through the ropes.  The fans are booing in Toronto but Scott drops down, heading up the aisle, looking back as Chance applies in the Luck's Run Out Keylock!  Patterson gets down in Marcus's face, shouting at him as the audience wants Scott to run in and help!!]


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


JDM:  HAAAAAAAAA HA HAHAHA!  That's exactly what Quinn Scott is about!  Only out for himself!  

Sean:  YOU Set this up!  But why Marcus!

JDM:  I Made a Deal with Sensuous Samantha Bevins!  This is a return for Boltz!!

Jim:  But why Marcus!!  I can't understand-


[CROWD SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[As Quinn watches, backing up the ramp, Castro Shaw runs out from the back and hustling he pulls up a lead pipe and smacks the back of Quinn's leg!  The audience screams as Serena turns in horror!  Castro slams the pipe into Scott's knee, crashing it off the steel ramp as JDM Superstar is laughing over the headset!  The SkyDome is raining down jeers and vigorously booing as Serena can only shriek, Castro trying to injure the Team Captain's leg!!]


Sean:  IS THERE NO ONE WHO CAN SAVE THEM!  JDM YOU'RE TRYING TO PUT OUT A CAPTAIN BEFORE WRESTLEBOWL!!


JDM: NOT DONE YET!!


[Rich Patterson holds Marcus Davis up in the full nelson, and Chance Fortuna slips out to go to ringside, and stalking around he comes to Amber and scares her away from her chair!  Pulling up the steel, he snaps it shut and goes to dive back inside, spinning around as he holds out the weapon!  Rich is holding Davis tight, and Chance makes a big show of opening the chair, and setting it out on the mat!!]


Sean:  BAD LUCK LOOKING FOR THE HUNTER KILLER 08!  THE POWERBOMB INTO THE CHAIR!!  THEY--


Jim:  NOOO!!!  CHANCE POINTING TO THE TOP ROPE!  THEY'RE GONNA SUPERBOMB MARCUS DAVIS THROUGH THE CHAIR!  THEY WILL PUT HIM OUT OF WRESTLEBOWL AND OUT OF THE WORLD TITLE MATCH!!!


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


JDM:  SAMANTHA YOU OWE ME!!!


Sean:  PATTERSON SITTING ON THE TOP ROPE!    CHANCE LIFTING MARCUS UP!!



[Suddenly from out of the crowd, Whisper jumps in a flash of white!  The fans scream as the masked hero climbs from the floor to the apron!  Chance turns around with Marcus in the back suplex lift and Whisper jumps to springboard off the top, flying to sail and lands the elbow into Chance taking him down!!]


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



Jack:  WHISPER IN THE RING!!!  AND CHANCE GETTING UP WHISPER WITH THE JUMPING SPINNING BACK KICK!  OH FORTUNA SENT BACK INTO THE CORNER!!


Sean:  PATTERSON ON THE SECOND ROPE!  SHOUTING AT WHISPER,


[Whisper kicks up the chair and catching it throws it at Patterson and crashes Rich across the head!!!]


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



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


Sean:  THE BAD SEED FALLING TO THE FLOOR!!  AND WHISPER WITH THE CHAIR HE POINTS DOWN AT CHANCE!  



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



Jim:  WHISPER THROWING IT AT CHANCE!!!!


  ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!****


Sean:  OH MY GOD!!!


Jim:  JOHNNY PAIN!  INTO THE RING AND RUNS TO SPEEEAARRR OUT THE BACK OF WHISPER'S LEG!!!  ANOTHER ONE!  ANOTHER HIT!  OH GOOD GOD WHISPER IS DOWWWWNNN!!



[CROWD BOOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]



JDM: HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!  MEET THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE POWER STRUCTURE!!!!


[Pain rips up the chair and turning it on its end, smashes it down on Whisper's arm!  The fans are booing as Johnny jams the edge into Whisper's arm over and over, beating it down with the steel!  He places it in the chair and heading to the corner, steps up to stand!  The fans are roaring as Pain leaps off the buckle and slams the double stomp as Whisper kicks and shouts in agony!!]


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


Sean:  HE MAY HAVE BROKEN THE ARM OF WHISPER!!!!


Jim:  Just like Quinn Scott is left laying on the floor!!  Medics out here for him we're gonna need them for the ring as well as Davis, Scott, and now Whisper down and JOHNNY PAIN NOT DONE!!

[Pain is glaring, shouting out and a sick smile begins to go across his face!  Rich Patterson begins to get up outside as Pain pulls up Whisper's limp arm, looking to the fans in Toronto, and gets ready to set up for the Ultimate Punishment!!  The audience is roaring and begging him no as Pain smiles- and from out of the crowd a flash of green leaps the barricade!!!]


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


Sean:  TERMINUS!!!


Jim:  ON THE APRON!!  AND PULLING BACK TERMINUS SPRINGBOARDING THROUGH THE AIR!!!!!


[Johnny drops and rolls from the ring as Terminus sails all the way across the ring and gets out his legs to crash them into the chair across Chance Fortuna's face!!!!]



  ****CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHH!!!!!*****



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



Sean:  INCREDIBLE VAN TERMINUS AND THE AUDIENCE CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!


JDM:  YEAH YEAH BUT THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE!  TWO!  TWO TEAM CAPTAINS TAKEN OUT AND NOW MARCUS DAVIS MIGHT NOT EVEN MAKE IT TO WRESTLEBOWL!!  THAT'S WHAT THE ENEMIES OF THE POWER STRUCTURE AND JDM SUPERSTAR ARE ALL ABOUT!  I RUN THIS PLACE!  AND YOU CAN ALL KISS MY ASS!!!


[JDM Stands up from the commentators' desk, taking off his headset.  As Terminus stands in the ring over Whisper's broken body, JDM is smiling through his red square glasses.  The paramedics have already taken Quinn Scott to the back and they now enter the ring as road agents pass, Art Blake looking to JDM in disgust.  Marcus Davis is still down as Terminus steps away from his team captain, Rich Patterson helping Chance Fortuna from ringside.]

Sean:  And this entire thing a calculated hit, as we watch Johnny Pain join JDM at ringside and the Power Structure just grew from bad to worse.  What souless, heathen mercenaries is JDM trying to abscond with as he builds his teams' chances at Wrestlebowl?  Taking out two of the captains right with only weeks to go to the pay per view- the only ones that stand in his way are Spooky Doom, ONO HEZONFAIA, and Angel Martinez-  and I know that Doom is firmly working for Steve Greedy- and he's got people now spread out throughout Wrestlebowl the influence of the Power Structure spreading like a disease!!

Jim:  Metasticizing like cancer is more like it, their leader "Heartless" Jakob Volga with specific designs for Sammy Knight as well.  After this, this, this "deal" with Conquest GM "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins, our Executive Vice President is on a power trip like never before he just got Bad Luck AND Castro Shaw to join forces with the Structure and take out two team captains, any word on Marcus Davis?  He could have had his back broken.

Sean:  We all know the last thing SSB wants is a Marcus Davis as World Heavyweight Champ.  She almost had him injured too.  JDM Superstar is, he's off the reservation.  And I thought what JCA did to Lindsey was bad.  Good lord.  Fans, we have our main event next, speak of the devil, he fights Andrew Davis in our main event.  Good heavens, look at the carnage.

[Kieran Rae is walking backstage, infuriated as she's sweating.  Suddenly, an associate runs up and tries to get her attention.  Kieran waves her away, wiping sweat from her head as she pauses, deep breathing.  Her phone is ringing, as "I made it" by Kevin Rudolph plays from her breast pocket.  Kieran shakes her head as the impatient PA hops from foot to foot.]

Kieran: JDM is a psycho, Jester is a psycho, I can't stand these guys I can't do this, I don't need this and ow GOD my back, where is Samantha, Wrestlebowl is only weeks away and

PA:  Kieran!  Ms. Rae!

Kieran:  Two Captains already maybe facing specific injury and this whole tournament now in danger, on SPW's Grand Stage this has to go off right and I CAN'T EVEN TAKE A DRINK RIGHT NOW! 

PA:  Ms. Rae!!

Kieran:  Maybe the baby wouldn't mind, one drink, it'd come out alright, one little shot of whiskey-

PA:  MS. RAE!!

Kieran:  WHAT!!!

PA:  Um, Gideon Cain's people called. He just saw what happened and will be here at the Road to Wrestlebowl.

Kieran:  CAIN?  CAIN IS COMING??  You know that's just great, that's fantastic oh.  OH.  OH GOD.

[Rae starts holding her back, as she grips her stomach, trying to stand!  The anxious production assistant looks ready to freeze as Kieran grabs the nearest box of wires and hangs on, trying to decide if she's going through contractions.]

PA:  Oh God Ms. Rae!  CAN WE PLEASE GET SOME HELP!!

[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 1 person.  As he rises through the floor of the stage we suddenly get a...


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



And a blast of red fire lights up the stage for a moment, before spotlights now shows The Father in all his glory. "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, smiling face.  His paint is somewhat smeared on, but the red pentagram in the middle of his head is perfectly placed.]

Amber: Ladies and Gentlemen, now making his way down the aisle, he is The Wicked Clown of Wrestling...

The God of Hardcore...


The Father of The Family...


                         "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN!!


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


[Jester slowly makes his way to the ring, despite the searing hatred of the fans.  As he makes his way up to the apron, he ducks between the second and top ropes.  Stopping in the center of the ring, JCA glares,  large red pentagram lighting up around him.  Jester pulls off his trench coat and it falls to the blood soaked mat.  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. Slowly,the thumping bass from Kanye West’s “Flashing Lights” echoes from one end of  the crowd to the other.  A wall of light bulbs appears on the SPWTron.  First,  a large “D” appears on the left of the screen]


   D


"Flashing lights, lights"


[Next to the “D,” an “A” appears, pulsing to the beat of the music.]


   D A


"Flashing lights, lights"


   D A V


"Flashing lights, lights"


  D A V I


"Flashing lights, lights"


  D A V I S


[The last letter appears as the crowd is booing to fever pitch!  The light  bulbs brighten, from their regular yellow to a bright, piercing white.  As the lights brighten, the bulbs begin to explode, one at a time at first, then all at once.  As the bulbs explode, the screen washes out, a blinding white!]

"She don't believe in shootin' stars,
But she believe in shoes & cars
Wood floors in the new apartment,
Couture from the store's department"
You more like L'eau de Stardee shit,
I'm more of the, trips to Florida
Order the hors d'oeuvres, views of the Water
Straight from the page of your favorite author"

[At the screen’s brightest, golden fireworks explode from around the edge of the SPWTron, and "D A V I S" reappears on the screen.  Standing underneath the golden letters and fireworks, bathed in golden light, is "The Lightweight  Legend" Andrew Davis.  His right arm straight in the air, Davis is wearing white tights, specially designed for him by Dolce & Gabbana, with the  letters "DAVIS" written down each leg in, naturally, gold. Black boots  with "AD" written in cursive and D&G sunglasses complete the ensemble. Toronto comes alive!!!]


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


"And the weather so breezy,
Man why can't life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy,
I get a call like where are you Yeezy"
Try to hit you with a 'Oeur de Whopee'
Till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these nigga's got me,
I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis"

[Andrew Davis slowly pans around the arena, taking in the blistering hate from the fans.  A brace on his right knee reminds of his previously broken leg, and his face reminds that he isn’t the young guy who started making his name in Shootfire.  Older, wiser, brasher, cooler, Shootfire’s second Grand Slam Champion starts to walk down to the ring, "D A V I S" flashing on the SPWTron, causing a minor strobe effect.  Andrew appears on the ramp, disappears, then appears a few feet closer, the gold light reflecting off his D&G sunglasses.]


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


"As I recall I know you love to show off,
But I never thought that you would take it this far-
But what do I know?"
"Flashing lights, lights"
"What do I know?
"Flashing lights, lights"

[Andrew walks up the ropes and pauses on the apron, taking in the adoration.  Significantly amused, he steps through the ropes and into the ring.  The SPWTron plays footage from Charity Carnage, Davis hitting the 540 Degree Swanton from the ring to drive a chair through a barbed-wire wrapped Dave Pietka through a broadcast table! Walking to the corner, Davis leaps to the second rope, and holds his arms out as he ducks down low, pointing to himself with both thumbs and telling everyone in Toronto and watching at home just how great he is!!!]


Amber:  AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM MALIBU, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5 FOOT 10, WEIGHING IN AT 210 SVELTE POUNDS, HE IS THE LIGHTWEIGHT LEGEND... THE HOLLYWOOD HERO, HE IS


  AAAAANNNNNDREW  DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!



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


"As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know?"
"Flashing lights"
"What do you know?"
"Flashing lights, lights"

[Andrew walks around the ring, eyeing the screaming fans, a slight grin on his face, enjoying the reception. Shifting the glasses into his hand, he holds it high in the air, the name “ANDREW DAVIS” printed across the front. Davis looks out a the crowd, embracing the energy!!]


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


Sean:  Andrew Davis stalking in, does not know what to make of being this close to that horrid bastard Jester Chad Allen. Thank god if not for Dan Broussard for jumping in to save Lindsey Page, JCA might have crucified her live on international TV.

Jim:  He is NUTS since losing Iris!  He is like a rabid demonic beast and Andrew Davis certainly ain't going to find PG-13 from this man, the leader of the Family.

[Davis inches in, going to grab the head but Jester blasts him in the ribs!  JCA hits the headbutt as Andrew curses and slams the inside kneelift!  Jester doubles over as Andrew hooks his arm and rolls over his back to lock the head and kicks out the legs to smash the jumping DDT!]


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


Sean:  JESTER hit the head off the mat, but he will not be stopped!

Jim:  Davis to his feet JCA taking him back into the ropes and just mauling him with fists to the chest!  Slamming into Andrew and Davis with a Poke to the eyes!


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


Sean:  JCA hurt and Davis with a stomp to the foot, grabs the head to fly up and wrap the legs around HURRICARANA TAKEOVER!!!


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


Jim:  Jester rolling over Andrew jumps up onto his back and pulling down LUNGBLOWER!!  Jester bouncing over wow that was a huge hit and Davis to the second rope, springing back he slams the legdrop!  That's the greatness that is Andrew Davis and the cover


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


Sean:  NO!  Kickout at one!  Andrew with the front side headlock JESTER BITING HIS ARM!!

[The fans roar as Davis yells out, and Jester picks him up and slams the spinebuster down hard!!  The crowd boos as JCA looks up to the heavens, wrapping his fingers across his heart and he yells out a shriek reminscent of Iris Galiver!!!]


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


Jim:  Now that's just creepy!  You'd think he'd be focused on winning the World Title but no all he wants is his Pretty Pretty Princess back!

Sean:  And how to do you stand to combat against that!?

Jim:  Andrew Davis scrambling up and Jester right at him with a running clothesline but DAVIS PULLS THE ROPES DOWN!!


Sean:  AND JESTER GOES RIGHT OVER THE SIDE!!


[JCA hits the ropes and catches himself as Andrew kicks him down!  Jester lands on his feet as Davis slingshots himself over the side to sit on Jester's shoulders and flies back sending JCA sailing head over heels with the Hurricarana!!!]


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


Jim:  DAVIS SENDING ALLEN FOR A LOOP!  AND JESTER TRYING TO STAY UP AT RINGSIDE!!


Sean:  ANDREW BATTERING HIM BACK WITH A SERIES OF ELBOWS!!  BEATING HIM ACROSS RINGSIDE!


Jim:  AND PICKING JESTER TO FALL BACK AND DROPS HIM RIGHT ON THE GUARD RAIL!!


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


Sean:  JESTER knocked for a loop that's how you take him!  Andrew Davis bringing the fight to JCA!!

Jim:  JESTER throwing up the foot to kick Andrew back!  Davis with a chair from the fans he sends it right into Allen's stomach!

Sean:  The fans gave him their chair!  And Andrew shouting out as he takes a cane from an elderly fan- this isn't very PG!!


Jim:  BRINGS IT DOWN ACROSS JESTER'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!


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


Sean:  JESTER IN PAIN!  AND DAVIS YELLS FOR THE FANS TO HOLD UP THEIR CHAIRS!!


[Andrew runs Jester and JCA drops to shove Davis facefirst into the metal seat!!!!]


  ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!***


Sean:  OHHH!!  AND JESTER CLOTHESLINING ANDREW CLEAR INTO THE CROWD!!!



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


Jim:  RIGHT INTO THE FANS!  AND TORONTO RUNNING!!!!


[The camera goes from one side of the arena to the other as fans are rushing to get out of the way, as a chair goes flying!  Andrew throws a cup of soda in Jester's face and follows through with a hot dog as sauerkraut goes everywhere!!  Davis comes with a kawada kick to the face and taking Jester around, throws him back over to ringside and dumps him clear over onto the timekeeper's table!!]


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


Sean:  ANDREW DAVIS WANTS TO BE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!  AND HEADING OVER THE SIDE TO CLIMB IN AND HE HAS THE CANE!!  UP AND THIS LOOKING JUST LIKE JCA TRYING TO CRUCIFY LINDSEY PAGE!!


Jim:  DAVIS SLAMS THE CANE DOWN ACROSS THE HEAD OF JESTER!  HE BREAKS IT OVER HIS SKULL!!!



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


Sean:  AND NOW ANDREW POINTING TO THE RING!!  Oh- OH NO!!  OH NO!  DAVIS WE SAW THIS AT CHARITY CARNAGE TWO YEARS AGO!!!!


[Davis heads right to the apron and shouting out, pounds his chest as he steps right up onto the second rope!  He goes to the very top and spreads his arms as he basks in the spotlight glow, yells out for the World Title and jumps clear off the top rope to dive in the Swanton Bomb taking Jester straight through the table!!!]



 ***CCCCCCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!****



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



Sean:   SENTON BOMB THROUGH THE TABLE ANDREW DAVIS JUST PUT JESTER DOWN!!!!  AND BOTH WARRIORS JUST WENT THROUGH LEAVING ONLY SPLINTERS!!!


Jim:  I SAID IT ONCE I'LL SAY IT AGAIN OH! MY!! GAAAAAAAAAAWWWWD!!!


[The audience in Toronto is on their feet and waving out!  Andrew Davis drags himself through the table wreckage, pulling in clear agony and pain as he tries to move, his side bleeding a bit as Jester is laid out amid the pieces of table wreckage!]


Sean:  JESTER LAID TO WASTE AND ANDREW DAVIS STILL ALIVE IN THIS ONE!


Jim:  BUT FALLS DO NOT COUNT ON THE FLOOR!!!!


Crowd:  S P W!!!!  S P W!!!!  S P W!!!!!!  S P W!!!!!!!!!


[The audience is roaring out as Jester tries to lurch up but falls back down!  Andrew drags himself up clawing for the ring apron!  Pulling himself up he gets a leg to his feet he limps to get up and falls over!  His arm comes up over the side and Andrew Davis rolls into the ring moving like he was shot in the guts!]

Sean:  How can any man survive this!?

Jim:  Andrew Davis wants to be PG13 to promote his movie there is no way he could do that against a monster like Jester Chad Allen!  The Father of the Family a zombie who will not stay down!!!

Sean:  Davis limping up, using the Referee for support!  And Jester hurting so much, he's trying to rise up, is Andrew Davis bleeding!?

Jim:  I can't believe that there will be anything left of these two come Wrestlebowl- they keep it up like this!!

Sean:  Yes he is, bleeding from his side- and Davis in dire pain, as Jester Chad Allen keeps coming!

Jim:  I can see why Iris Galiver left Shootfire!  JCA heading around and for the ring, Andrew Davis hobbling over to beat him to the punch, Jester scaling the side and DAVIS WITH A FIST!!

[Andrew beats into Jester, who is hanging on!  JCA smashes the man across the skull, and Davis goes stumbling!  Jester steps in between the ropes, stalking after Andrew and grabbing onto his throat, begins to strangle Andrew Davis!  The fans pop but Davis ducks inside and smashes Jester with an elbow to the ribs!  The SkyDome comes alive as Davis beats his way free and runs across the ring!]

Sean:  JESTER with the rolling Koppou Kick NO!  DAVIS HUNG ON!!

Jim:  Jester up and ANDREW SUPERKICKS HIS FACE!!!


 ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***


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


Sean:  JESTER IS DOWN!!  AND ANDREW DAVIS LIMPING UP!  HEADING TO THE CORNER!!!!


[Andrew grabs the ropes, and climbing up he goes to the very top, and holding his bleeding side, screams as he jumps into the 540 Degree Rotation to come down with a Swanton Bomb clear into Jester Chad Allen's upraised knees!!!!]


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


Sean:  OLD SCHOOL DAVIS DEVICE INTO THE KNEES!  NOOOO!!!!


Jim:  DAVIS KICKING AND FLOPPING AROUND!  HIS SIDE CUT OPEN!!!


Sean:  BOTH THESE MEN WILL FIGHT AT WRESTLEBOWL!  THEY AND MARCUS DAVIS AND DAVE PIETKA WILL DO BATTLE FOR THE VACANT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE--


Jim:  ANDREW HURT AND HE FEELS THE PAIN!  AND THE JESTER KNEELING UP!!!


[Jester shouts out as he raises his arms to the sky, saying "Iris" over and over again!  Knuckling down with demented passion, JCA shoves to his feet, lurching over as he makes his way for Andrew through a great deal of pain.  The fans in Toronto are booing as Jester grabs Andrew by his face and drags him towards the corner, pulling him up against the buckles and begins to slam him in the skull over and over again with a barrage of elbows!!]


Sean:  JESTER BEATING INTO ANDREW DAVIS!!!   BEATING THE MAN SENSELESS!!!


Jim:  AND ANDREW STUMBLING JESTER HAULING HIM UPSIDE DOWN FOR THE MURDER GO ROUND!!  THAT SPINNING TOMBSTONE PILE--


Sean:  DAVIS SHOVING OFF HIS BACK!  AND WIPES HIS BLOOD RIGHT INTO JESTER'S EYES!!!


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


Sean:  JESTER SHOUTING!  AND ANDREW LEAPS HE HITS THE HEADSHOT!!!!!


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


Jim:  HEADSHOT!  HEADSHOT!  AND ANDREW DAVIS WITH THE PIN ON JESTER CHAD ALLEN!!!


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










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


Sean:  HE HAS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES!!


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








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


Amber:  AND YOUR WINNER!  AAAAAAAANNNNDREW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSS!!!!!!!


[Andrew limps up as he holds his ribs, limping to his feet as Jester sits up and Davis rolls out of the ring as he clutches at his side, just in case anyone from The Family is coming in after him!  Andrew heads around ringside, holding his bleeding side with one arm and his other in the air!  Toronto is cheering as Davis shouts out, promising to wear the World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlebowl!  The fans in the SkyDome cheer back and Andrew yells as Jester stares at him... crawling across the ring as he stares at Andrew Davis.  Davis stares back, death in his eyes as the manical Jester twists his head sideways to laugh at Andrew, Davis's blood running down his face like tears.]

Sean:  And we have to go- with that, we will see you at the Road to Wrestlebowl.  You can bet Jester Chad Allen just found himself perhaps his next tribute victim.  What does this mean for the biggest pay per view in Shootfire History?

Jim:  I don't know but one thing's for sure- we will finally have our World Heavyweight Champ!!

Sean:  For Jim Monroe this is Sean O'Brady saying so long and good night from The Toronto SkyDome, this is SPW Conquest!  SPW Ascension comes to you live from MSG!  Andrew Davis your winner!!!

[Fade out as Andrew looks into the rafters, and then back at Jester as he grips his side.  Gritting his teeth through the pain, Davis stares towards Jester who has crawled up to glare over the side of the ropes... and as the crowd roars in the distance we fade out on the snarling menace of the Father's newfound focus, JCA staring holes through Andrew Davis.]