[Fade to the Office of the CEO of SPW. Kieran Rae is sitting behind a large slate desk, hands folded in her dark office. She's wearing her standard gray powersuit with blouse open, staring ahead, olive eyes looking through the camera. But tonight her brown hair is fake, styled and combed in her usual flowing look. A stone placard reads her name and position, in case you didn't know.]
Kieran: Ladies and Gentlemen, in reviewing the tape from the conclusion of Shootfire's Main Event, for the Heavyweight Championship of the World between Andrew Davis and Vile "Vince" Viper- it has been determined that Vile Viper procured the World Championship through no action of his own. Technically the match was never ended. But because the Official designated Viper as Champ his title win has been recorded however it is the decision of the board of directors that VVV has no legitimacy to his claim and therefore must vacate the strap as of tonight. We expect him to hand it over by the end of the broadcast.
Sammy Knight has been fined for his actions as it needs to be made clear, Shootfire Pro respects its World Championship and would appreciate everyone treat our title with the pride it deserves, to be won and lost inside the ring, especially if said everyone happened to have that privilege for over a calendar year. We would hope the same extension of integrity would be returned in kind.
Yet this leaves us with no Champ. So... beginning tonight, we will have the first two of our qualifier matches for the World Title fight at Wrestlebowl, the winners to go on to contend for the now-vacated throne as our federation's best. The first two matches, Jester Chad Allen versus Marcus Davis, and Dave Pietka versus Sammy Knight will now be for entrance into that match. The rest will happen in the weeks to come, Gentlemen good luck, I urge you to turn in the very best your performance allows.
That is all.
[Fade out to the Shootfire Pro Wrestling logo, as "No Shelter" begins to play.]
LIVE! FROM THE GEORGIA DOME IN ATLANTA, GEORGIA!!!
[We fade to a raging Georgia Dome with the fans going absolutely wild! They are waving to the camera to their families at home and shoving their signs into the scene. "No Shelter" by RATM continues to blast throughout the arena as fireworks light up the ring area! Everyone is on their feet going insane for Conquest! Jim and Sean join us.]
Jim: Welcome Ladies and Gentleman!!!
Sean: Welcome to Conquest!!!
Jim: Kieran Rae just made a huge announcement concerning the World Title! It looks like we're going to have a tournament that begins here tonight on Conquest!
Sean: Right here in Atlanta!!!
Jim: In addition get this, I heard that JDM Superstar has successfully petitioned Kieran Rae to get the following ruling made: If Jean Pierre Celine survives his fight with Quinn Scott and is able to win, he will be granted release from the Women's World Division.... however.
Sean: What's that?
Jim: IF HE LOSES He is OUT of Shootfire Pro!!
Sean: WOW! Hell yeah! Quinn Scott just got a new fan in this announcer, Jean Pierre Celine in what could be his last night in SPW! Oh this will be great.
["Love You To Death" by Type-O-Negative blares its haunting tones over the PA system as the lights slowly dim to a purple hue. The fans hit their feet in a chorus of boos, anticipating the arrival of the Wicked Clown. From the back steps the "Jester" Chad Allen, dressed in not his normal ring gear, but a black suit, with a black shirt, and a purple tie with little black pentagrams designed into it. He is wearing his trademark black and purple Jesters cap, which we have not seen in quite a while. His face paint is as perfect as we have ever seen it, almost artistically done. Jester stops at the top of the ramp for a moment, takes a deep breath in, and begins to make his way down the aisle.]
[HUUUUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: "Jester" Chad Allen asked for some time in the ring to address what he said is a "life altering situation" today. We have no idea what this could POSSIBLY be about, but with the way he is dressed, it seems like this IS something very serious.
Jack: Knowing how insane that man is, it could be that he has a new face paint distrubutor, or a new place he gets the goats that he sacrifices to whatever dark lord he worships.
[Jester slowly makes his way down the ramp, ignoring any fans that are yelling at him at ringside, he seems intent on whatever is on his mind at the moment. As he makes his way up the ramp, he stops to wipe his feet on the apron, and then steps into the ring between the top and middle ropes. He reaches into his pocket to brandish a mic, and signals for the music to be turned down, which it does. The lights return back to normal as the Jester speaks.]
JCA: You know, when you are a psychotic clown with a serious need for violence and blood in your life, it is hard to find someone who will stay in the same building with you, let alone want to be with you on a regular basis. And though I have had a few people here and there that I consider, "friendly", I had pretty much assumed that my life would be one long, lonely night of cutting myself and watching snuff films to pass the time away until I eventually killed myself either in the ring, or my rampage was stopped in a hail of bullets by the cops.
[Jester takes another deep breath, looking around for a moment, almost nervously.]
JCA: And then I look at all of you supposedly "normal" people at this time of year, running out to by useless cards and stupid boxes of candy to prove that you supposedly "love" each other...I watched this year after year, trying to figure out why you sheep didn't realize that this is some false holiday of commerce, set to help the economy after the holiday slump.
[But now, he...SMILES...and not that evil grin we know so well, but truly, WARMLY smiles...who is this guy? Not the JCA we know...]
JCA: That is until I met...HER...my one and only, the one that completes my evil puzzle, who warms my cold, dark heart. In fact, I want her to come to the ring...
IRIS GALIVER, can you come out here please?
["Love You To Death" kicks in again, as Iris Galiver makes her way down to ringside, dressed in her ring gear, ready to fight. She comes down happy, but looking a little confused as well as to why Jester would want her down here. She slides under the bottom rope and comes up to Jester, who reaches out for her hand, which she takes.]
JCA: Iris, I know this is sudden, but I wanted to bring you out here to tell you something very important, and I didn't care who heard it, even these non believers.
[HEEL HEAT FOR BADMOUTHING THE CROWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JCA: You are my Psycho Sweetheart, my Goddess of Hardcore, The Mother of The Family, but one thing I have not been able to call you before this moment...
[And with that, Jester drops to his knees!!]
[HE ISN'T ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Iris begins giggling loudly!! She smiles at her evil Jester and continues to giggle insanely.]
JCA: Is my wife. So Iris Galiver, will you take me as your Hardcore Husband?
[HE DID IT POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Jester reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small black ring box, which displays a black steel ring with a HUUUUUGGE purple rock set in it (probably amethyst).]
Iris: Yay! Oh yay! I do! I do! Hehehe! I do my evil Jester! You will be the bestest a girl like myself could ever ask for! Yays!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Jester gets up from his knee, a huge grin across his face, hugging and kissing Iris in front of the world!!]
Jim: Jester Chad Allen and Iris Galiver are getting MARRIED??!!
Sean: Doesn't she think she is 8?! Is this her way of playing house?
[Jester whispers something into her ear that we can't hear, as Iris laughs, holding him close again. The two of them begin to head out of the ring, Jester holding the ropes open for his new fiancee.]
Sean: JCA and Iris Galiver are getting married!! Wow!!! And the huge announcement that Kieran Rae made concerning the World Title? This is going to be a helluva night!!
[Fade to the back... and a familiar voice:
Ladies and Gentlemen of Atlanta, may I please have a moment of your time?
[Andrew stands in front of the Shootfire logo, dressed spectacularly, like always. Devoid of his usual bombastic grandstanding, he waits, patiently, for the audience to calm down.]
[POP!!!!!!!]
Jim: Andrew Davis is here, and I’m sure that he’ll have a lot to say about the World Championship situation.
Davis: I’m sure that there are many of you in this arena, in the world, who are happy right now. Happy that Shootfire’s greatest prize isn’t over my shoulder at the moment. Happy that the door has been opened for a new champ.
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: I still don’t understand what’s going on. Is he the champ?
Jim: Is he holding the belt right now?
Sean: Then half the locker room should be the champ based on the three-on-one shenanigans of last Conquest. Sammy Knight knocking out Davis and dragging VVV on top and now we have no Champion!
Davis: Let me ask you something – have I ever lied to you, the fans, about who I am? Have I ever done that? Whether you agree with what I do, whether you like me or not, is the Andrew Davis that entered Shootfire Pro ten years ago still, in essence, the same person that stands before you?
I would argue that I am. Here are some facts about Andrew Davis, things that no one can argue: I only care about myself. I am an asshole. I would stab my own mother in the back to get ahead. I think that I am better than every person I come into contact with. I’m handsome. I’m the greatest lightweight to walk the earth. My Shootfire resume is unmatched. My drive to succeed is unrivaled.
That’s Andrew Davis. That’s always been Andrew Davis. That will always be Andrew Davis. I am what I am, and I don’t apologize. Either you love me, or you love to hate me.
Jim: Love.
Sean: Love to hate.
Davis: But I’ve been honest with you from the beginning. I’ve never lied to your faces, like Sammy Knight.
[HEEL POP!!!!!]
Jack: That’s a helluva accusation from Andrew Davis.
Jim: Accusation? Sammy Knight was lucky he wasn’t charged with theft and assault last show!
Davis: I know, it’s tough when the people you love betray you. Times are arduous. There aren’t any jobs, the politicians can’t kill off the recession, the Democrats are thinking defensively and the Republicans are being offensive. Sports stars are juicing, cheating on their wives, and pointing guns at their teammates for fun.
Bailed out companies are giving their employees millions of bonus dollars that we paid for, the once reliable Toyota is imploding with the speed of an American car company, and a man from North Carolina who ran for president in 2004 and a woman from Alaska who threatens to run in 2012 are ensuring us that the apocalypse is right around the corner. Hell is freezing over, and for the love of god it snowed in Atlanta this winter!
[HOMETOWN POP!!!!!!!!!]
Davis: There are bigger things going on than who is Shootfire Pro’s World Champion. Right now, in these turbulent times, it’s not just Shootfire, it’s the world that needs a hero. A man to stand tall, to set an example in these dark times. A guiding light. A Legend. A Savior.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to present to you the physical manifestation of hope. Of nobility. Of righteousness. People of Earth, look towards the golden light emanating from the Age of Andrew Davis.
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!]
Davis: Believe in Andrew Davis. Because he believes in you.
[Fade out on the whitened smile of the Lightweight Legend.]
Sean: Andrew Davis ...and I’m not sure of what to make of what I just heard. Part of me looks back at the history of Andrew Davis and the nonsense he’s inflicted on this organization, but another part of me likes what I hear. I’m very conflicted.
Jim: What’s there to be conflicted about? I believe in AD3, and so should you.
Sean: That’s all it took? Really? The former World Champion taking this all in stride. I can't fathom that the man currently in possesion of the world Title belt, Vile Vince Viper would be equally as pleasant in being told he just lost the World Title he's fought his entire career to gain. Andrew Davis will have his qualifier match and breeding confidence... he could become our Champion for a record fourth time.
 IRIS GALIVER |  NINA LARUE |
Extreme Rules
Stone: THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!
[Suddenly, Will Hoge's "Be The One" begins to play as the curtains part and Nina Larue stalks out, clad in a black lace bra and matching hotpants, showing off her sleek, curvy figure. She completes the look with black, kicking pads and matching, Asics, tennis shoes. Her long, black hair falls straight past her shoulders, framing her flawless face as the fans rush the railings!!]
[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. As she makes her way down the aisle, she casually touches the outstretched hands of her fans, confident and enjoying herself as gold spotlights circle her on her triumphant stride towards the ring]
"She don't want to get better No no
She just wants to have some fun
She'll do anything the boys will let her Oh no
She just wants to be the one
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!"
[The bewitching brunette gracefully enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Grabbing the top rope, Nina Larue steps on the second rope, leaning out over the side to give the fans a generous view, smiling as she works up the crowd! The audience cheers and their Goddess flashes a huge smile as the SPWTron plays Nina catching Katie Smith with the Nina's Knockout, the flying slingshot DDT!!]
"She finds a bar that says it's open
So she takes a step inside
A man with a tall drink and a Wall Street haircut
Says that he can give her a ride
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"
[Nina basks in the spotlight in the center of the ring as the gold lights circle around her statuesque ivory frame. Her raven tresses glimmering in the heat, Larue outspreads her arms causing a huge frenzied face pop!! Working the crowds and electrifying the Shootfire Faithful, Nina Larue points out across the fans and guarantees a victory with fire in her eyes]
Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FROM BEVERLY HILLS CALIFORNIA, STANDING 5 FOOT 10 AND WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS, THIS IS THE GODDESS, THE ICE PRINCESS...
NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAA! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARUE!!!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[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 2 people. As they reach the top of the stage we suddenly get a...
***BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!***
And a blast of red fire lights up the stage for a moment, before spotlights now show "The Psycho Sweethearts" in all their glory. The Father of the Family, "Jester" Chad Allen, stands tall, his head down, hood up. He wears a long black trenchcoat that is buttoned from his neck to his waist. He wears black pants and black combat boots. he is holding the hand of The Mother, "Pretty Pretty Princess" Iris Galiver who is wearing her ensemble of a torn black skirt, black corset, black fingerless gloves, and black combat boots. She is giggling all the way up to the stage, holding onto the disembodied head of her dollie, Rosie, with her free hand. 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.]
Stone: NOW MAKING HER WAY DOWN THE AISLE, BEING ACCOMPANIED BY THE GOD OF HARDCORE "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN... SHE IS THE PRETTY, PRETTY PRINCESS, THE GODDESS OF HARDCORE...
[The couple slowly make their way down the aisle, paying no one attention but each other. Jester slowly makes his up each step, still keeping Iris' hand. As he makes his way up to the apron, he holds the ropes open for Iris, then ducks between the 2nd and top ropes himself. They both stop in the center of the ring, hand in hand, as a large red pentagram lights up around them. Iris giggles so loudly the camera can pick it on it. Iris jumps up and down, still holding JCA's hand tightly, ready for Nina Larue. The music slowly fades out and the lights return to normal.]
IRIIIIIIS!!!!! GAAAALIVER!!!!!!!!
[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Jester Chad Allen at ringside as Iris Galiver stands in the ring, head of her Rosie Doll in hand. Kind of interesting look for the Hardcore Princess... Galiver in her black leather and studded collar, dangerous and demented as always. And Nina Larue, she would love nothing more than to destroy Iris Galiver once and for all.
[Nina is at ringside in blue jeans and a "Goddess" T-Shirt, with taped fists. She goes to a trashcan and hauls it up, tossing it in over the side as crutches, guitars and license plates fall out! The fans cheer as Nina heads around the ring, and reaching a shopping cart, pulls up painted chair and throws that in next! Iris stands watching in amazed silence as Nina takes up a signapore cane, and sliding in, gets up as she shouts at Iris to come and face her!!]
Sean: NINA looking to take Iris's head off! Jester Chad Allen standing tall... and now HE'S going to search under the ring! Oh her manager looking for a weapon and he pulls up a piece of barbed wire!! And sliding that inside as Iris hands off her dolly head to Jester for safekeeping, taking that cable of wire from JCA!? What will she do with that!
***DINGDINGDING!!!***
Jim: IRIS and Nina circling, Larue twirling the cane, promising to give her the beating her Momma never did!
Sean: Iris sticking her tongue out and looking ready to drink Nina's blood! AND CHARGING NINA SMASHES IRIS IN THE STOMACH!!
***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!***
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: IRIS ROLLING AWAY! NINA CHARGING AND IRIS SLASHES HER FACE WITH THE BARBED WIRE!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: NINA turning away, face cut with a line of blood! And Iris spinning to slash Nina across the guts!!
Jim: LARUE hurting! And Iris with the barbed wire, looping it around her neck and SITS DOWN NECKBREAKER FROM THE BARBED WIRE!
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Nina lays on the mat kicking as Iris loops the barbed wire cable, and holding it both hands goes skipping around the ring using it like a demented jump rope! Iris is singing a song as Larue lays bleeding on the SPW logo, Galiver doing a circle around Nina Larue as Jester Chad Allen raises his arms to the sky!!]
[MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: This is why you just don't know how to deal with Iris Galiver!
Sean: And with the homicidal Jester Chad Allen at ringside... she is THAT much dangerous. Not since Hannibal Carver has anyone been as dangerous an influence on Iris as the Wicked Clown.
Jim: Galiver with the barbed wire cable and going to choke Nina with it!!
Sean: NINA HAS HER TOP AND RIPS IRIS OVER!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: GALIVER ALMOST FELL OUT OF HER TOP!!
Sean: AND FIXING HERSELF NINA WITH THE CHAIR!!! AND SWINGS IT FAST!
****CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!*****
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: NINA BASHED THAT CHAIR INTO IRIS'S HEAD! GALIVER IS DOWN!!
Jim: LARUE SHOUTING OUT! AND BLOOD RUNNING FROM HER CHEEK!!!
Sean: IRIS DOWN AND NINA INTO THE AIR! LANDS THE ARABIAN SKULLCRUSHER!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: SHE COULD GO FOR THE PIN!!
Jim: NOOO! SHE WANTS TO MAKE IRIS HURT!
[Larue is shouting out, hands outspread as she beckons for the fans and Georgia roars back! Nina throws the chair down and reaching over, grabs two handfuls of red hair as she drags Iris across the chair, laying her head on the seat! The Ice Princess goes over to the trashcan and taking it up, raises it high and brings it down crushing Iris's head between the steel!!]
*****CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!******
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: IRIS MAY HAVE A CONCUSSION! AND NINA LARUE STILL NOT GOING FOR A COVER! NINA YELLING ACROSS THE ARENA!!! THIS IS FOR MONTHS OF PAIN, AGONY AND MENTAL ANGUISH!!
Jim: NINA THROWING THE GARBAGE CAN DOWN! AND NOW DRAGGING IRIS GALIVER UP!! HOLDING HER INTO THE AIR FOR THE ICEBREAKER!!!
Sean: GALIVER SLIDES DOWN OFF HER BACK! DESPERATION KICKING IN!
Jim: NINA SPINS AND FOREARM MISSED! IRIS DUCKED!!
Sean: GALIVER PULLING UP THE CAN! SHE CAN BARELY EVEN STAND!
Jim: NINA DROPKICKS IT INTO HER FACE!!!
***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!***
[Iris goes stumbling backwards into the ropes and falls down into the side! Nina gets up and rushes to leap through the cables to land the facewash in as hard as she can!! Iris snaps back off the side to flop to the mat as Larue lands on the floor! She yells and slaps hands with the front row as Georgia is on their feet!]
"ICE PRINCESS!!" "ICE PRINCESS!!" "ICE PRINCESS!!" "ICE PRINCESS!!"
Sean: NINA on fire! She has waited for this so long! And heading back into the ring, she has the guitar!
Jim: And Iris Galiver can barely even function, can barely even move as Nina yells for her to get up! The Goddess, The Ice Princess must be loving this!
Sean: Bleeding down the side of her face, she doesn't care! Flying on adrenaline at this point! Iris Galiver getting up, hurting and NINA SWINGS THE GUITAR DOWN AT HER HEAD!!
******BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!****
Jim: DUST FLYING EVERYWHERE! IRIS LAID OUT!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND NOW NINA TAKING UP THAT CHAIR! OPENING IT AND PLANTING IT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! WHAT IS THIS!?!
[Nina goes outside and seeing The Jester, goes right for the fans as they hand her a chair! The Referee is tending to Iris as JCA scowls towards Nina- and Nina holds up the chair and slams it into the railing!]
***CRRRRAAAASSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!***
Sean: NINA SCREAMS!?!
Jim: AND FALLS DOWN!!
Sean: I don't get it, and The Referee turning around to see NINA DOWN AND POINTING AT JCA!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: JESTER SAYING IT WASN'T HIM! AND THE REFEREE THROWING HIM OUT OF THE ARENA!!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: HERE COME SECURITY! AND THEY ARE ORDERING JESTER TO THE BACK!!
Sean: AND NINA RETURNING TO THE RING TO FINISH OFF IRIS GALIVER!!
Jim: Oh we've seen this before from the Sisterhood of Seduction! Nina is going for the Superbomb through that chair!
Sean: No way! Is Larue trying to end her career!? Nina Larue taking Iris over to the corner, dragging her by the hand like deadweight! Nina just hauling her carcass to the buckles and now with the hair, wrenching her up as yes! Nina Larue going to stand on the second rope! And looking out to this capacity crowd!
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NINA WRENCHING IRIS UP!! ON OVER HER SHOULDERS AND IRIS FIGHTING! KICKING!! IRIS SCREAMING TO GET FREE!!
Sean: AND NINA DROPS HER! IRIS FALLING ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NINA COULDN'T HOLD HER! AND IRIS DROPPING ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE RING MATS BELOW!
[Galiver lays on the ringside mats as Larue curses, climbing down to step out through the ropes. She comes around the ringpost and jumps clear off the side to land the senton back splash straight into Iris Galiver!!]
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: GALIVER FLATTENED! AND NINA LARUE GETTING UP! DRAGGING IRIS TO HER FEET AND GALIVER BITING HER FACE!!
[FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: IRIS GALIVER TRYING TO EAT NINA LARUE'S FACE!!
Sean: NINA PUNCHING HER OFF! IRIS A MANIAC!
Jim: LARUE SENDS IRIS INTO THE RINGPOST!
[The fans roar as Nina steps away, face bleeding as she holds her skin in agonizing pain, trying to regain control as Iris lays with a leg half under the ring. Larue pauses in suffering, resting against the ring apron. The fans are cheering and clapping as they want to see Iris defeated. Galiver pushes away, crawling in misery as Nina has her free leg and pulls her out but Iris has a fire extinguisher!]
****FFFFWWWWOOOOSSSHHHH!!!!!*****
[MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: BLASTED HER IN THE FACE!
Jim: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!
Sean: NINA BLINDED!! AND IRIS HAS A CHANCE TO SURVIVE!
Jim: Nina into the guardrail, and Jester hollering at Iris to get up- Galiver to her feet and runs with the can to SMASH NINA OVER THE SIDE AND INTO THE FANS!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: LARUE INTO THE LAPS OF THE FANS! AND IRIS COULD TURN THIS THING AROUND!!
[Galiver drops to her knees, as pain swims through her body. Shoving to her feet, Iris reaches over to grab Nina by her brown hair and rips her off the fans to flip her to the floor! Larue lands sideways and Iris KICKS her head upside the guardrail!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: This does NOT look good for Larue! Iris Galiver in control as she drags Nina around ringside, and pushing her up, gets a leg over the side and rolling her victim back inside the ring. Could this be the final nail in their barbaric and violent feud?
Jim: Possibly yes, possibly the end of their careers! And both women bleeding at this point, that can shot opened up the side of Nina's face! And Iris must have been busted open by the shot into the pole!
Sean: Nina Larue still alive in this one, Iris stepping inside and wrapping up Galiver, locks her head and kicks up off the turnbuckles to SIT DOWN SLAMMING THE TORNADO DDT!! LITTLE GIRL CRUSH!
Jim: OHH! And Iris for the cover! She wants to end this!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NINA KICKED OUT!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: IRIS upset! Pulling Nina to her feet gutwrench and POWERBOMB ACROSS THE KNEE! THE BROKEN DOLL!!
Sean: And now to the bent trash can, Iris wedging it into the corner!! What is- has the legs- GALIVER TAKING NINA UP AND GIANT SWING RIGHT INTO THE TRASH CAN!!
****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!****
Sean: RING AROUND THE ROSIE!!
Jim: NAILED HER!! IRIS GALIVER WITH THE COVER!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: IRIS GALIVER CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SHOUTING AT THE REF!!!
[The Referee argues back it was only two! Iris shouts and screams, fretting as she pulls at her hair! Nina is half unconscious and Iris Galiver yells out to no one in particular, arguing with an imaginary person and shouting she's doing the best she can!!]
Sean: Iris Galiver freaking out!! Arguing with her imaginary friend when she should be pinning Nina Larue!!
Jim: GALIVER seeing that standing chair in the center of the ring! And rushing to pull it over, she's going to pull Nina up and throw her up against the buckles!!
Sean: Iris with the elbow to the face! Nina is dazed! Galiver has her blood all over her arm and now dragging Nina to sit her up on the top rope! And Iris jumps to beat into Nina again!! GALIVER UP AND CLIMBING TO THE SECOND! JUMPING INTO THE AIR FOR THE PEABODYCANRANA!!
Jim: NINA HOLDING ON!! NINA HOLDING ONTO THE ROPES WITH BOTH HANDS!!
Sean: IRIS SLIDING OFF NINA HAS THE ARMS!! LARUE HAS IRIS TRAPPED THIS TIME!
Jim: LARUE STANDING UP AND CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!?! NINA JUMPING OFF THE SECOND ROPE WITH THE GODDESS LOVE BOMB!!
Sean: IRIS SHOVES OUT SHE HAS THE HEAD FOR THE FALLING FACEBUSTER!!!
******CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!******
Jim: BUT GALIVER'S SPINE GOES THROUGH THE CHAIR!!!!!
Sean: AND NINA DRIVEN ON HER FACE!!!
[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!"
Sean: BOTH WOMEN ARE DOWN! IRIS IN INTENSE PAIN!
Jim: NINA IS OUT!! NINA IS OUT!
[Iris is rolling around and shouting and crying as she tries to crawl up! Dragging herself over, Galiver gets an arm up and her back shoots pain through her body! Galiver screams and forces herself up, blood running down her face as the fans are on their feet!! Iris drags herself over, and kneeing up to push Larue on her back, collapses across her chest!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: THIS IS IT!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: HOW THE HELL ON EARTH DID SHE KICK OUTTA THAT!?!
Sean: IRIS INSANE! SHE HAS THE ARMS AND JUST BASHING HER OWN HEAD INTO NINA'S! BLOOD FLYING! BLOOD FLYING!! IRIS GALIVER BEATING HERSELF SENSELESS AND NOW FALLING OVER! BOTH WOMEN ARE DOWN!!
Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THEY ARE TEARING EACH OTHER LIMB FROM LIMB!!
Sean: AND THE REF- THE REFEREE FORCED TO MAKE A COUNT!
1!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: BOTH WOMEN DOWN!
2!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!
4!!!!!!!
Sean: THIS MATCH COULD EASILY END IN A DOUBLE COUNT OUT!!
5!!!!!!!
6!!!!!!!
Jim: NEITHER ONE IS MOVING!! THEY'VE LOST SO MUCH BLOOD!
7!!!!!
8!!!!!
Sean: IS- NO! NEITHER ONE CAN DO ANYTHING! OH THIS IS SICK!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: IRIS to her feet! And what is that!?
Sean: ANGST!!!!
[The fans scream as Angst slides into the ring and goes right into Iris! The crowd instantly screams as Iris and Angst begin clubbing each other with monstrous shots! Angst has more rage and swinging in the right hand, clips Iris in the jaw and grabbing her face, slams the headbutt in a whirl of red hair! Galiver goes off balance and Angst kicks her in the stomach, punches her across the face and hooking the head, falls backwards to smash the Dead Girl DDT!!]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ANGST COMING DOWN AND MAKING THIS TWO ON ONE!!
Jim: IRIS getting up and NINA with the suplex into the air! AND JAMS THE ELEVATED BULLDOG RIGHT INTO HER KNEE!! ICEBREAKER!!!!!
Sean: IRIS IS OUT!! AND THE CHILDREN OF HARDCORE COMING DOWN THE AISLE! SECURITY IN TO TRY AND STOP THEM!!
Jim: ANGST TOSSING NINA A CHAIR! AND SHOUTING! THE ICE PRINCESS YELLING! IRIS TO HER FEET!
[Angst and Nina swing the chairs to crush Iris's head in between!!]
*****CCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!!*******
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MY GOD IRIS IS OUT! AND NINA DROPPING TO COVER!! ANGST SHOUTING!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: IRIS IS PINNED BY NINA LARUE! THANKS TO ANGST!!
[The Children slide into the ring just as Nina and Angst roll away! Shouting to protect their mother, Entropy and Anarchy rush over to check on the unconscious Iris as the fans are roaring in the Georgia Dome! Angst is smiling from the crowd, as Nina shouts and celebrates with her fans. The camera goes to broadcast table as Sean and Jim are excited!]
Jim: We just saw the return of Angst!! She's been out of commission since Iris Galiver put her out at Charity Carnage!
Sean: And a Conchairto and Nina Larue put her down! Oh and with Iris's head trauma that may have just given her a head concussion or worse! How much more can the human body go through!?
Jim: I don't know but it is great to see Angst back, and in superior fashion! Nina Larue your winner she finally beats Iris Galiver!!
Sean: We're going backstage!!! Iris is being taken out on a stretcher!!! Angst has disappeared, nowhere to be found.
Jim: I sure hope Iris is okay. It seems like she took a really hard hit from that Dead Girl DDT and that double team Conchairto!!!!
Sean: Angst is no where to be found after that attack. She should probably stay away because when Iris wakes up she is going to be looking for her.
[The camera follows the medical team who hurry Iris Galiver on stretcher backstage. Out of nowhere "Jester" Chad Allen shows up and pushes the EMTs out of the way. Iris, still groggy and seemingly unconscious, begins to stir. He grabs her, hugging her closely. The camera picks up on what he is saying.]
JCA: I am sorry, my love, that I was not there for you. Everything will be alright, your God is here to take care of you.
[Jester strokes her red hair a bit as he holds her. The EMTs try to move close to her again, but Jester simply turns and snarls at them, very animal like. The EMTs obviously back off.]
JCA: Iris...just open your eyes and look at me, and I will take you home to the Family. I just want to see that you are alright....
[Iris' eyes flutter open. She looks around, her hazel eyes becoming bigger than saucers upon seeing whose arms she is laying in.]
Iris: Who are you?
[WHAT?!]
Iris: [stuttering] Who... who are you?
[THE CROWD BEGINS TO GO INSANE!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Who is he?! He is the man who asked you to marry him earlier tonight!!! He is the man you love, Iris!!!
Jim: Iris Galiver must have taken a hard hit! She complained about having a headache earlier this week. Iris has taken too many bumps!
[Iris, not seeming anything like her usual self, screams to the top of her lungs.]
Iris: I hate clowns! They're scary! Get... get away from me! Away from me, you freak!
Sean: Okay, that is the pot calling the kettle black, Iris!
Jim: Be nice, Sean. Iris doesn't know who "Jester" Chad Allen is. JCA is so confused, he is trying to reach out for her, but she just jumped off the gurney!
Sean: She needs to get medical treatment! She might have amnesia. She doesn't know who her own fiance is! Iris was whacked in the first place but she is completely gone now!
[Iris, still screaming in fright, runs down the corridor backstage. JCA stands stunned as his life, his goddess, his love has abandoned him. Iris shills the entire way until she is completely out of sight.
Our shot turns back to Jester. His face runs the gamut of emotions one would expect...
shock....
sadness...
he drops his head. A moment of serious, real, by god, HUMAN emotion from the Wicked Clown, but when he looks back up, he hits one more emotion...
ANGER.
Jester looks down the hallway to where Iris ran for a moment, then to the EMTs, still standing as far away from Jester as possible.]
JCA: Find her. HELP her. If I find that she is not in good hands, I will find all of you, and make sure they NEVER FIND THE BODIES.
[The EMTs don't hesitate to get the hell out of there as we show Jester standing in place, SEETHING with anger.]
 JEAN PIERRE CELINE |  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... ]
Stone: THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! 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.]
Peter Cook: We’ve found OUR Gigi!!!
[That classic SNL sound byte is immediately followed by Maurice Chevalier’s rendition of “Thank Heaven for Little Girls,” from the musical, Gigi. Rose petals fall from the ceiling. White spotlights search through the crowd. Flash photography goes off throughout the arena, as pathetic horny losers (you) attempt to get a snapshot of another SPW femme fatale (me). Treating female wrestlers like objects, you can never remember any of the chick’s entrance themes, who’s was this again? They might be shit wrestlers, but they’re easy on the eyes. You get all hot and bothered just thinking about the next vision of loveliness headed your way.]
"Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get bigger every day!"
[Footage over the SPWtron shows images of Pepe Le Pew trying to rape a cat. Was the cat ever given a name? So sexist! The old Warner Brothers cartoons are inter-spliced with images of women getting hit by men. Just hateful shit. The montage starts to take its toll on the flash photographers, who get beaten down by the truly VILE introduction. The lights start to dim a little, as the spot lights move towards the entrance...]
"Thank heaven for little girls
They grow up in the most delightful way!"
[Hitting a screen, the spotlights outline the voluptuous shadow of the woman behind it. She runs her hands over her Vegas showgirl curves. This is the single hottest thing you’ve ever seen and...]
S-M-A-S-H~!!!!!!
...Jean Pierre Celine. Mother fucker! The fake second generation of Vile “Vince” Viper bursts through the paper screen, destroying the fantasies of every man in the building. GOD DAMN IT! You ejaculate. You will NEVER be able to make love to a woman again. Didn’t this happen the last time Celine wrestled? When will you learn! Still, you don’t think anyone noticed... you having an orgasm when Celine walked out. No one will ever know... except you. While you commit suicide, the future SPW woman’s champion continues his entrance.]
"Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
One day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'"
[The Fabulous Frenchman has curled his bleach blond locks. A rose clenched in his teeth, Jean Pierre Celine waves an arm to his legion of admirers, turning his wolf eyes towards the ring. Celine is decked out his usual ruby red pants, a matching snakeskin vest over a frilly white shirt. It’s not a blouse. Skipping down the aisle, through the rose petals, VVV2 saunters back and forth, almost teasing the legions of men and feminists that clamor around the guardrails, jeering and throwing trash.]
"Thank heaven for little girls
Thank heaven for them all,"
[Jean Pierre does the rounds, making sure to high five all the young girls that look up to him as a role model. Yes, you too can join the SPW women’s division. According to Marissa Monet, they’ll take anyone. The former defiant one goes from child to child, validating their existence... even the fat and ugly ones.]
"No matter where no matter who
For without them, what would little boys do?"
[Climbing the ring steps, Celine does a quick turn, working those hips... before pulling the rose out of his mouth. Celine tosses it into the crowd, a great collector’s item for a lucky fan. The rose is tossed back, but Celine ignores this fact. Bowing as MASSIVE PYRO shoots out of the ring post, turning the falling petals into burning embers. Celine winks at the camera, before turning to the ring, and flashing his WINNING SMILE!]
"Thank heaven... thank heaven...
Thank heaven for little girls!"
[More people have uncontrollably orgasms at the sight of the WINNING SMILE!]
Sean: And we are entering the wrestling re...
JDM: How's it going guys.
Jim: Yeehaw JDM Superstar our Executive Vice President joining us on commentary!
Sean: Fantabulous.
JDM: New fan in Quinn Scott eh Seany boy? Way to stay impartial yeah careful Sean, Tara Silver could have job in a second. The fact of the matter is I am here to support Jean Pierre Celine in his challenge to get back into the men's division. Kieran Rae wants to put him on the line here tonight, against Quinn Scott? That's fine because under pressure, the Power Structure comes through.
Sean: Quinn Scott the submission master in the ring and ready to go, he has been on fire since injuring "Violent" Victor Frost at Charity Carnage. Now he has the opportunity to end another career as he goes up against JPC.
Jim: Yeah if JPC loses he's out of SPW!
JDM: NOT going to happen. Trust me.
[Jean Pierre Celine leans against the buckles with a nonchalant gaze, as Quinn Scott waits in the opposite corner, dark eyes focused as his left hand remains in its pocket. The fans are cheering as Referee Glen Kyros calls for the bell! Jean stretches back and springing forward, moves to face off as he saunters to the center of the ring.]
Sean: Kyros calling for the start and Celine in to move around the logo, Quinn walking right up and Jean raising for the lockup no! Pulls back! And Scott going for the arms again, Scott unable to get the lockup as Jean Pierre Celine does not want to wrestle it seems at all!
JDM: Yeah mindgames is what this. Remember that, JPC may have more to lose and he's making Quinn Scott wrestle his match!
Jim: Yeah sir, but you don't want to get Scott mad at-
Sean: SCOTT HAULED OFF AND KICKED CELINE HARD!!
[Scott whips Jean Pierre across the ring! Sailing around Quinn flies with the crossbody! Celine gets taken down and instantly bridges to throw Scott off, charging up to shove away as it's clear he doesn't like-
Sean: SCOTT into Celine! Punches! Kicks! Punches! Right hand a hard right hand and beating him back into the ropes!! Beating Jean Pierre Celine and irish whip across the ring! JPC sent for the ride, Quinn for the leg NO! JPC back rolled off his spine and coming up inside SNAPMARE to send Scott flying over!
JDM: Take him out! This is what we want! Prove that Quinn Scott ain't nothing compared to Power Structure!!
Jim: Celine meeting Scott with a haymaker to the jaw! OUCH!
Sean: Celine with the fingernail rake to the face! And Headbutt to the skull! Jean Pierre with single leg pickup for the takedown QUINN WITH THE ENZUGIRI! NO! DUCKED!!
Jim: JPC with the leg still and SMALL PACKAGE TAKEOVER ON QUINN SCOTT!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: HE HAS THE TIGHTS!!
JDM: SO WHAT!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: NOOOOOOOO!! Scott done kicked outta that one too!!
[Quinn is mad as he rises and Jean Pierre hits a thrust kick to the head! Quinn goes sideways as Celine takes to the air to nail a flying leg lariat! Scott hits the deck and JPC irish whips him around to send Quinn right back into the buckles! Celine charges yelling and throws up the boot for the jumping high kick but Scott beats him to it with a kick to the face! The fans roar as Jean Pierre is turned away but Celine counters with a Backflip Kick to the top of the head!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: OH HA HA! NIIICE!
Sean: JEAN PIERRE CELINE WITH THE PICKUP AND AIR AMELIA EARHART HOTSHOT INTO THE TOP ROPE!! SCOTT FALLING TO THE MIDDLE ROPE!!
Jim: CELINE SLINGSHOT OVER THE SIDE MARIE ANTOINETTE CHOP LEGDROP!! OH HE HIT HIM WITH THE GUILLOTINE!!
Sean: SCOTT UP AND JEAN PIERRE CELINE OVER THE SIDE RANA TAKEOVER ON QUINN JPC HAS THE ARM AND RIGHT INTO THE TRIANGLE CHOKE!!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: MAKE HIM TAP NO!! Make him beg! Make him plead for mercy Jean Pierre! Make him beg!
Sean: And much to the exuberance of JDM Superstar Jean Pierre Celine could very well force a tap! The Referee in position no! Quinn immediately getting the leg in the ropes and the Ref saying break- BREAK!!
1!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!
4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: FINALLY Celine makes the break but the damage has been done. You do not want to do that and risk disqualification so close to a possibly career ending match!
[Quinn holds his neck, using the ropes to get up and Jean Pierre Celine grabs his hair to leap over the side and snap the neck right off the top rope!! The fans boo out as JPC slides right back in, rushing to snarl as he throws the forearm and smash it into Quinn's face but Scott takes him down in the armbar and goes right for the Crossface Armbar Clutch!!]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: CROSSFACE ON CELINE! JPC GOING FOR THE ROPES INSTEAD!!
Sean: AND HE HAS THEM!! BUT QUINN NOT LETTING GO!
JDM: WHAT! COME ON REF! DISQUALIFY HIM!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!
4!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: QUINN Scott releasing! Oh turnabout is fair play! And Jean Pierre Celine rolling right out, he is hurting and sore and I know these great Georgia fans are enjoying this- this may be the last time they ever see Jean Pierre Celine in SPW!! If he loses this match he's out of a job!
JDM: COME ON CELINE! GET IN THERE!!
Jim: Celine walking around the ring in a huff, he does not want that competitive a match if he's the one on the receiving end. Zoot Alor.
Sean: But Scott not content to sit and wait, sliding out to give chase as Jean Pierre breaks into a run! Quinn Scott chasing Jean Pierre Celine around the ring and CELINE CRASHING INTO SERENA BLACK!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: OH COME ON!!
JDM: WHOOPS!
Jim: THAT WAS ON PURPOSE!!
[Quinn is furious as Jean Pierre rolls into the ring, a sadistic grin plastered across his well-moisturized face. Scott threatens him and slides right in to go after as Celine dives to smash the double axe in his back! Jean Pierre begins punching into Scott with everything he has, both fists smashing down as Quinn tries to get up, and Celine locks the head to smash rising kneelifts into Quinn Scott's face!]
Sean: CELINE JUST BEATING INTO SCOTT!! QUINN PULLING AWAY! AND CELINE WITH THE SLICENING KNIFE EDGE TO THE CHEST!!
***SSSMMMMMMMAACCCCK!****
....
Sean: NO EFFECT!!!!!!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: What the-
JDM: I don't get it!!
Sean: JPC WITH THE SLICENING AGAIN!
***SSSMMMMMMMAACCCCK!****
Sean: AND NO EFFECT!!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: AW HE MADE HIM MAD!
Sean: QUINN SCOTT YELLING!!!
[JPC falls down in shock! Quinn screams out and jumps to stomp the kick right into the shoulder! Celine rolls away as Scott puts the boots to him over and over again, and dragging Celine up he smashes the right handed european uppercut!! Celine goes sailing! Scott grabs his wrist and sending him charging across the ring, JPC comes off the buckles as Quinn flies through the air to bring up both knees and crash into Jean Pierre Celine!!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: CELINE IS DOWN! CELINE IS DOWWNNN!!
JDM: NO!!
Sean: CELINE TRYING TO GET UP QUINN RIPS HIS ARM OVER TURNS AROUND AND SLAMS THE ARMBAR DDT!! KEEPS THE ARM AND HAMMERLOCK TO WIND CELINE AROUND SENDS HIM RUNNING RIGHT THROUGH THE BUCKLES AND INTO THE POLE!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: TURNING CELINE UPSIDE DOWN AND HAMMERLOCK BODYSLAM!!
Jim: AND NOW DROPPING FOR THE BICEP SLICER! THE SAME MOVE HE BROKE ANGEL MARTINEZ'S ARM WITH!!
Sean: JPC PULLING OUT SLIDING TO THE FLOOR!!
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU DO! YOU BREAK UP MOMENTUM! STAY AWAY FROM THAT PSYCHO CELINE!!
[Jean Pierre is gripping his arm, and curses as he stares at Quinn Scott with pure hatred in his eyes, and he flips him off as he heads around the ring, going up the aisle for the back!]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: What is he doing!? Is he throwing out the match!? Is he giving up on his attempt at keeping his SPW Career!!
JDM: NOT if I have anything to say about this he ain't!
[JDM Superstar gets up fast to move around towards the aisle as the fans are laying into Jean Pierre thick! JDM gets in his way, pushing him to try to get him to return to the ring but JPC doesn't want to hear it! JDM Superstar is trying to convince Celine to get in match but Quinn Scott runs charging and slams the clothesline to smash Celine down!!]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: JDM RUNNING FOR COVER!
Sean: AND SCOTT BEATING INTO CELINE! DRAGS HIM UP AND PUNCHING HIM AGAINST THE BARRICADE! BEATING HIM UP AND DOWN THE AISLE!!
[Celine staggers around, trying to cover up as Quinn takes him around and crosses the aisle to smash his face off the guard rail! Scott turns to point to the fans and they raise up their chairs! Scott has Celine by the hair and he runs to toss Celine right into the seat of a fan's chair!!]
***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!***
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: CELINE DAZED! HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS!!
Sean: AND QUINN RUNNING HIM DOWN THE AISLE AND RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING!!
JDM: THAT MAN IS AN ANIMAL!
Sean: JDM returning to the booth, didn't like that much eh!
JDM: HE ALMOST LAID HIS HANDS ON ME!! THAT SAVAGE! THAT MONSTER!!
Jim: And Quinn Scott climbing the stairs, stepping into the ring as Jean Pierre Celine to his knees, and he's trying to beg off! To plead for mercy! Both hands up from the Frenchman as these Georgia fans want to see him get his ass kicked inside out!
[Celine is apologizing for Serena as Quinn just stalks closer with murderous intent! He comes in close and JPC rises to lunge for the eyes but Quinn chops him in the neck with the left handed Tongan Death Grip!!]
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: SCOTT HAS CELINE! UNCOMFORTABLY NUMB!
Jim: AND QUINN TAKING HIM DOWN WITH THE DEATH GRIP TO THE MAT!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: CELINE GETTING THE SHOULDER UP! BUT SCOTT STILL CHOKING HIM OUT!!
JDM: STAY ALIVE MAN!! HANG IN THERE!!
Sean: AND THIS CAPACITY CROWD ON THEIR FEET! THIS COULD BE THE END OF JEAN PIERRE CELINE IN SPW!!
JDM: COME ON MAN!
Jim: WHERE ARE YOU GOING!
[JDM gets up shouting and moves for the ring! Quinn eyes him and Marsh starts to climb up to the apron! The fans are booing as Scott gets up and Blake Covington smashes into him from behind!! The audience roars and JDM is on the apron, trying to get in as Covington drags Quinn up, hauls him over his shoulder and tosses the man's legs out to fall back slamming Quinn on his face!!]
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: NOOO!! CURRENT RIVER CUTTER AND BLAKE ROLLING OUT OF THE RING!!
Jim: AND JDM DROPPING DOWN SERENA SCREECHING! JEAN PIERRE HAS THE COVER!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***DINGDINDING!!!!***
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: JEAN PIERRE CELINE IS OUT OF THE WOMEN'S DIVISION!! HE GETS TO KEEP HIS JOB!
[Blake rolls in as Quinn is still down, Serena devastated at ringside. JDM Superstar gets inside and raises up Jean Pierre's hand, yelling to the fans! Blake laughs and rubs wrist as they all celebrate over the body of Quinn Scott. Jean Pierre Celine is blowing kisses to the capacity crowd as the Georgia Dome screams their rage at the Frenchman!]
[MAGANIMOUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Cut to the office of the CEO. "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins stands alone, admiring the room around her. She steps over to the vacant seat behind the desk, running her hand over the top of it with a small smile on her face. She pulls the chair out, looking to take a seat, when she hears a knock on the door. Her brow furrows.]
SSB: Who is it?
[Into the frame steps "Cunning" James O'Connor. The SOW Warrior Champion enters sporting his championship belt on his left shoulder. Samantha admires him and his title, grinning from ear to ear.]
SSB: Hello, Mr. O'Connor. I see that nice shiny title belt over your left shoulder. Hmm. You know I recently left SOW to take this job, correct?
[Samantha grins as JOC stares at her.]
SSB: Now, is there anything I can help you with tonight?
JOC: I was looking for Kieran Rae.
[Bevins frowns.]
SSB: Kieran isn't here. She's out wig shopping. Dreadful I say, just dreadful. Is there anything I can help you with, James?
[James regards Samantha for a moment before responding.]
JOC: You're her executive assistant, right? So I could come to you about a spot on the show tonight?
SSB: Yes you could, though to get the match you want I'd have to be...properly motivated.
[SSB crosses her arms and leans her right hip against the desk.]
JOC: I see. Well, I think I have your motivation problem solved.
[He reaches into the pocket of his leather coat and produces a white piece of paper. He unfolds it and hands it to the Executive Assistant.]
JOC: It's all filled out and, as part of my reward from the Deathwish Cage, it's guaranteed. I just need you to make the necessary arrangements.
[Bevins reads the contract.]
SSB: Looks like we have another contender in tonight's Fusion title match. Baldwin verses Patterson verses O'Connor.
[We cut back to the announce table.]
Jim: Wow, looks like JOC is chasing in his Deathwish Contract and is injecting himself into the main event!
Sean: That is going to be dramatic, Jim! I wonder what Baldwin and Patterson will have to say about that?
Jim: I'm not sure... oh, look who is joining us now.
[JDM is still in the ring, in his powder grey suit. Blake and JPC have already headed for the back. His blonde hair bouncing, the Executive Vice President demands a mic and walks over to swipe it from Stone and the fans are booing. Marsh walks right to the middle atop the SPW logo and points out as the camera pulls back.]
JDM: You see what happens when a plan comes together? Jean Pierre Celine is out of the Women's World Division and now the Power Structure just became that much stronger. But there is one little loose end I have got to tie up first, before business can proceed.
Whisper, last week, things didn't go as planned. But, never let it be said, that JDM Superstar isn't a visionary. I realized what you were doing last week, you were auditioning for me, you were trying to make an impression on me. You took, some guy who's name I can't even recall, that I thought would make an impact, and exploited him to be nothing more then beach muscles with a glass jaw.
So, I'd like to personally thank you for doing that before I invested any more time in him. So I know just the way to repay you...I'm extending you an offer...directly from myself, to you, to join the Power Structure! That's obviously what you want! I will give it to you!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
["Learn to Crawl" kicks up over the PA System as the masked phantasm known as Whisper strides out from the back. Wearing a shrouded cowl and massaging his wrist, Whisper makes his way down the aisle for the ring as the fans cheer out. JDM taps his foot impatiently as Whisper slides in, and gets up to look right into Marsh's face.]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Whisper out here again, this rookie out of nowhere answered the challenge last show and beat JDM's newest signee, and Marsh offering him the chance to join him?
Jim: I don't know he seemed pretty happy to show JDM up last time. I can't see this guy just bowing down to kiss Marsh's ring.
[Whisper extends his hand for the microphone, JDM grins and graciously hands it over expecting the response that any sane human being would give. Whisper lowers the microphone along his side and starts to slowly walk around the ring, the crowd shouting into the ring not to accept the deal with the devil. Whisper looks out to the crowd and then back to JDM.]
Whisper: [speaking softly.] ....Ok.
[WHA- NO!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[JDM grins and throws his arms into the air gloating to the crowd!]
Jim: Just like that that's all it took fo-
Whisper: ...Ok, I did come out here last week to make an impression. But, it wasn't for you...
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[JDM slowly lowers his arms, his eyes narrowing as he turns back around to face the masked man, visibly seething.]
JDM: What the hell are you talking about!?
Whisper: I came out here to make an impression on these people. [pointing out over the fans and turning around to make sure that everyone was accounted for.] I came out here to audition for their support... and from what I hear out here now, and from what I've read during the week... I've gotten it. Which already puts me one step ahead of you...
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!]
Whisper: So to give you an official answer to your offer....I give you a resounding...
[whispers] no.
[Whisper places the microphone down in the middle of the ring, the fans roaring in approval as he turns his back on JDM and starts to climb out of the ring. JDM snatches the microphone off the mat and rushes over, grabbing Whisper by the shoulder and spinning him back into the ring!]
JDM: You listen to me you speech impedimented freak! You don't tell me no! No one tells me no! The offer's off the table now! You blew it! And now, you're gonna get blown out the front door of SPW just as soon as you came through it! Luckily for you! I spoke with Samantha Bevins earlier tonight and she gave me her blessing to book you in a match tonight! And I'm going to make good on that...and I'm going to one up it! To-
[Whisper snatches the microphone out of JDM's hands before he could even blink. The crowd erupt to their feet, from the slits in the mask, Whispers eyes narrow, his soft tone becoming harsh.]
Whisper: Don't put your hands on me.
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: Whisper reiterating what JDM Superstar said to him last week!
Jim: He sounds serious as a heart attack when he said it too!
Whisper: You want to play god, you want to...
[Whisper raises his arms in the air, letting them hang limp at the elbows. Slowly jerking one arm then the other, up and down, JDM blinking and backing off at the spastic motions and unpredictable antics. Whisper ending his marionette session by jumping in the air and clicking his heels together.]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!]
Whisper: Pull my strings, like I'm a puppet... you want to see what I'm willing to do if you put me in a corner, if you throw down the gauntlet to me. You want to find out how I'll react... this is your chance... make it good. Because next time, you'll find yourself strung up.
[The microphone is tossed into the chest of JDM, Marsh caught it gritting his teeth. He walks away to the other side of the ring and thinking, nods and smiles as he snaps his fingers!]
JDM: Alright, big shot! TONIGHT! We're gonna go old school! We're going the old school days of SPW! ANYTHING GOES! FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE! You think you're good enough to stand in the same ring with me... you don't even deserve to set this ring up! But you're going to find out first hand what it means to be in SPW... and your opponent! CHANCE MCKENZIE!
 CHANCE MCKENZIE |  WHISPER |
[HOLY SHIT FACE POP!!!!!]
[Whisper soars over the to twisting around in mid air and crashing down into McKenzie as he turns around at the wrong moment in his life!]
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Whisper isn't going to sit back and take it! He's bringing the fight to the Power Structure and Chance McKenzie just got caught showboating for the fans!
Sean: McKenzie wasn't expecting that and neither was JDM! Whisper looks like he's paying the price for that one, but he's looking to be making out better then Chance. Whisper pulls McKenzie up to his feet and dragging him around the ring, HEAD FIRST INTO THE RING STEPS!
****BAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!****
Sean: Whisper pulling McKenzie by the arm, inside knee lift! HIP TOSS ONTO THE FLOOR!
Jim: OH!! Hipfirst! Chance in pain! WHO IS THIS GUY!?!
Sean: Whisper motioning for the crowd to get behind him, motioning to the front row for a chair!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[JDM is cursing at ringside, grabbing the bottom rope as he yells for Chance to get up!]
Jim: JDM wanted old school! He's gonna get it! The fans from the front row hands Whisper a chair! Chance stumbling back up...turns around! WHISPER THROWS THE CHAIR AT THE HEAD OF CHANCE!
****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!****
Sean: WHISPER CALLING FOR ANOTHER ONE! HE THROWS IT AT THE HEAD OF MCKENZIE AGAIN!
****CRRRAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!!****
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: TWO CHAIRS IN A ROW BOUNCING OFF CHANCE'S HEAD!
Jack: Whisper with another chair! HE THROWS IT THROUGH THE AIR AND OFF MCKENZIE'S HEAD AGAIN!
****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!!****
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: THIS GUY IS NUTS!
Sean: Apparently, Whisper's a World Class chair thrower if nothing else! McKenzie's been rocked! Three chair shots to the head and he's got to be regretting letting JDM put him in this match! Whisper's handed another chair from the crowd and JDM REACHING AND GRABBING IT AWAY!
Jim: WHISPER TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO JEFFREY DYLAN MARSH!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Marsh is looking to get out of dodge! Whisper distracted as Chance pulling himself up using the barricade and he's a bloody mess! Those chair shots split him open, Whisper beats him to the punch! And throwing him back into the ring and slides in after him!
Jim: I guess Whisper is a fan of SPW, he knew exactly what Old School meant!
Sean: Dragging McKenzie up to his feet in the corner, Whisper pulls back knife edge chop! McKenzie screams out in pain....ANOTHER STIFF CHOP!
***SSSSSSSSSSMMMMAAAAAAAACK!!!!***
Sean: McKenzie's chest is going to look as red as his face after those chops! McKenzie staggers out of the corner, Whisper spins him around, spinning back kick to the midsection! Chance doubles over, butterflies Chance's arms...TIGER BOMB! WHISPER CATCHES HIS CHANCE'S LEGS ON THE WAY DOWN!? STEPS THROUGH, CROSS THE LEGS! TURNS HIM OVER! SCORPION DEATHLOCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: CHANCE MCKENZIE IS TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! He's screaming out in pain! This match has barely gotten under way and it could be over! The Referee asking McKenzie if he wants to give it up!
Sean: It doesn't look like he's gonn-JDM INTO THE RING BEHIND WHISPER! HOOKS HIS HEAD AND PLANTS HIM WITH A DDT! OH COME ON!!
[MAJOR HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: And JDM just changed the tide of the match and is out of the ring like a thief in the night!! Chance was saved, he's still in a bad way. McKenzie works his way back up to his feet, straight kick to the head of Whisper! McKenzie pulls him up to his feet by the mask, SNAP SUPLEX ONTO THE CHAIR!
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: And Whisper hurting, rolling over in pain well at least we know he's human!
Jim: And now advantage McKenzie, he is looking to do some serious damage, if he can that is.
[Chance stands back up slowly and wipes the sweat...wait that's blood! McKenzie looks at his hand covered in blood in shock and then looks to JDM for what to do! JDM motions to keep on him!]
Sean: McKenzie was not expecting this! Chance driving the blood covered fist between the eyes of Whisper! Covers him for the pin!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[POP!!!]
Sean: HE KICKED OUTTA THE SUPLEX ON THE CHAIR!!
Jim: AMAZING!!
Sean: No! Whisper kicks out! Chance drags Whisper up in the corner, kick after kick to the midsection! Irish whip across the ring, Whisper hits the corner hard! Chance charges in and CRACKS HIM WITH A BACK ELBOW TO THE FACE!
[POP!!!!!]
Sean: Chance snatches the chair up off the mat....jabs the edge into the stomach of Whisper! Doubled over! CHAIR SHOT ACROSS THE BACK!
***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!***
Jim: OH And Whisper down on his knees!!
Sean: McKenzie discards the chair, catches Whisper from behind...GERMAN SUPLEX! HE BRIDGES OUT OF IT! WHISPER DOWN AND COULD BE PINNED!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!
Sean: I can't believe it either- and neither can our Executive VP! Chance sets the chair up, pulls Whisper to a seat! Over head rights to the head of the masked man! McKenzie into the ropes comes off, LARIAT! HE JUST DUMPED WHISPER BACKWARDS OVER THE CHAIR! COVER!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: NO! NO! Whisper got his shoulder up!
Sean: What is this man made of!? Where did he come from!
Jim: I don't know but McKenzie clearing getting upset.
Sean: And Chance with the pickup and plants him with a bodyslam! Climbing the ropes...MOONSAULT! NOOO WHISPER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Whisper slowly back to his feet, holding his back. The chair shots did a number on the spine of Whisper, he had enough ring sense to realize where Chance was.
Sean: Both men getting back up to their feet slowly, roundhouse right from Chance, BLOCKED! Roundhouse kick to the side of the leg! Whisper with another kick to the leg!
Jim: Chance's leg buckles! Down to one knee...BUZZSAW KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
****CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAACK!!!!!****
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Chance's eyes rolled back into his head and blood went flying! WHISPER WITH THE STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANCE JUST BARELY ABLE TO KICK OUT!!
Jim: Oh man! Whisper stands back up, Chance rising, STANDING JUMPING KNEE STRIKE TO THE FACE! Oh and that did it Chance is laid out.
Sean: Whisper setting up the chair, backing off McKenzie using the ropes to pulls himself back up. Whisper takes off running, jumps onto the chair, SPRINGS OFF HURRICANARANA!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Chance is snapped off and slides across the ring! He doesn't even know where he is, but he's back up! And JDM yelling at him to get up and stay on him-
****CRRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!****
Sean: WHISPER WITH A RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!
Jim: OUCH! His face just about torn off with that one!!
Sean: Whisper locking in a Cobra Clutch and pulling Chance up again, turning to face JDM! He's looking to send a clear message to the Superstar! CROSS KNEE FACE BUSTER! AGAIN! EDGECRUSHER! MCKENZIE JUST GOT FOLDED UP!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim:: JDM IS WALKING AWAY! HE'S ABANDONING CHANCE MCKENZIE! WHISPER LEAVING THE RING AND CALLING FOR THE MICROPHONE!
[Whisper breathing heavy stands on the apron looking up the aisle towards JDM.]
Whisper: Hey...Jeffrey...yeah, I'm talking to you. This match isn't over yet...
[With nothing but venom on his eyes, JDM turns around and stares back towards the ring! Whisper doesn't look back at Chance, McKenzie staggers back up, Whisper slides his thumb across his throat and turns back to the ring quickly, jumping to the top rope and twisting around with his back to the ring! Twisting around and diving back into the ring, Whisper hooks the head of McKenzie and swings around with a DDT!]
[THAT WAS FRICKING AWESOME FACE POP!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: TWISTING SPRINGBOARD DDT! THAT 720 DDT MAY HAVE DRIVEN THE POINT HOME TO JDM!
Sean: Marsh shows no emotion what so ever! Not easily impressed! Whisper slides out of the ring!? McKenzie is done for!
Jim: Whisper throws up the apron, he's pulling out a table! This can't be good! I don't
even think McKenzie can defend himself!
[IT'S GONNA GET REAL OLD SCHOOL POP!!!!!!!]
Sean: Whisper dragging McKenzie out of the ring and setting him up on top of the table! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! Whisper climbs back into the ring, he's measured it out! WHISPER PULLS BACK THE TOP ROPE, SPRINGBOARD 450
****CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHH!!!****
Sean: THROUGH THE TABLE! THROUGH MCKENZIE TO THE FLOOR!!!
Jim: OH MY GOD!!!
"SPW! SPW! SPW! SPW!"
"SPW! SPW! SPW! SPW!"
"SPW! SPW! SPW! SPW!"
"SPW! SPW! SPW! SPW!"
Jim: CHANCE IS DONE! WHISPER MAY BE DONE AS WELL! MCKENZIE IS COVERED FOR THE PIN!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*DINGDINGDING!!!*
Stone: AND YOUR WINNER!!!! HWWWWHHHHIIISSSSPERRRRRR!!!!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
["Learn to Crawl" kicks up as Whisper crawls off of McKenzie, leaving him a heap under the shattered table. Whisper using the apron to drag himself up, rolling into the ring and stumbling back up and into the ropes. JDM continues to stare back towards the ring, refusing to show any emotion besides disdain for Whisper. Whisper makes his way out of the ring as JDM Superstar backs up to let him pass, glaring as the masked man continues on his for the back. Shaking his head, JDM Superstar curses loudly as the fans laugh behind him.]
Sean: And this, this enigma of sorts just defeated another one of JDM's wrestlers right here in the center of the ring, springboard 450 degree splash through a table! Who is this guy, and why is he here?
Jim: Oh all the best want to be here in SPW and Whisper no exception! Our Executive Vice President infuriated but there's nothing he can do, this rookie sensation showing him up for the second Conquest in a row!
Sean: And just as he came he goes to the back and disappears through the curtains. One thing's for sure, this is not over. Your winner by pinfall, ladies and gentlemen, Whisper... much to our Vice President's chagrin.
[Fade out as JDM is glaring and frustrated, taking a deep breath as he shouts and kicks his wingtip into the railing!]
Jim: Indeed! Now it looks like Gideon Cain requested Samantha's prescence last week. Alone. Samantha is headed there now.
[The camera follows "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins down the corridor of the Georgia Dome. Samantha comes upon a door that reads "GIDEON CAIN." She lets out a sigh before knocking on the door.]
SSB: Mr. Cain?
Cain: It's open.
[Samantha opens the door and enters the plush sky box. Mr. Cain sits lounging in a chair with a drink in hand watching Conquest on a huge LCD television. He's dressed in a nice gray suit. Samantha walks to his side.]
SSB: So, you wanted to see me?
Cain: Thanks for your time. I think you might have heard while I asked to meet.
[Samantha acts as if she has no clue. She looks at Gideon.]
SSB: Kieran did not really say much to me, Mr. Cain. But I can assume why I'm here tonight. You wanted to break the news to me... right? The news that I'm the new General Manager?
Cain: Samantha, I was very concerned when I saw the new executive use her position to abuse an SPW Champion. What sort of message do you think that sends to our talent.
SSB: [shocked] Mr. Cain. I never... never meant to abuse any power against any SPW champion. I was just... you know... livening things up, so to speak. I was making people want to watch the show. Ratings. That's what we are here for, right?
Cain: So the fact that your client financially stood to benefit from your ratings grab had nothing to do with your decision whatsoever?
SSB: Of course not. I was just doing my job. Kieran told me to go out there and make things interesting, so I followed her directions. If you should be asking anyone about this situation, it is Kieran herself.
Cain: I'm sorry, I must be confused.
[Cain thinks for a second.]
Cain: Had your actions... caused your client to win the title by nefarious means- that'd leave us no choice but to strip her and take her title away now, that means what you did... and you specifically, not Ms. Rae... was either professionally stupid...
[He pauses.]
Cain: Or, Or... completely immoral. So which was it Ms. Bevins? Immoral? Or Stupid.
[Samantha tries not to glare at Cain. She places her right hand on her hip... typical Samantha.]
SSB: It was all Kieran. I took her solid instructions to go out to the ring and make people want to tune in to Conquest. She mumbled something about making it exhilarating... put the people on the edge of their seats. That's what I do. That's why I'm here. That's why I love this sport, Mr. Cain. I wasn't trying to do any harm towards Ms. Owens. I was trying to make her think on her toes.
[Getting caught up in her bundle of lies, Samantha begins to change the subject.]
SSB: So is there anything else you needed, Mr. Cain?
Cain: I want you to exercise better judgment. I want you to know that you represent me. I want you to think before you act, if you are representing the better good for my company. I want... you to continue to push the envelope. But not at the expense of your own client.
...And I want you to realize to me you are part of my company and even if your immediate superior commands something, you still represent me above all else, and you represent me to the Superstars of SPW. And that is a fulltime job. But I like your initiative. So, what else do you have to, liven things up?
SSB: Quite a few things. As you know, Mr. O'Connor has decided to cash in his Death Wish match tonight, so he will be entered into the main event accordingly. [she grins] The world title tournament event was my idea, of course. I announced that earlier tonight. Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Cain? Anything else you had in mind to liven things up?
Cain: James O'Connor, versus Barry Baldwin, versus "The Bad Seed" Rich Patterson. Now that's a match I want to see. Our Champions should be held at the height of respect to serve as shining lights to the rest of the world. Hmmm... what else can we do to promote our Champions between now and Wrestlebowl? Let's think outside the box... any ideas?
SSB: Well our brand new show, Ascension, is going to easily put us on the map even more. That was my idea, too. Don't you love it?
Cain: Did you invent the four sided ring too?
[Cain smiles.]
Cain: I'm thinking a Night of Champions. And I want you and Ms. Rae to pick contenders.
[Samantha tries to smile upon the mention of Kieran Rae's name.]
SSB: Of course. I think that is an excellent idea. How about the next Conquest?
Cain: Let's do it. And I look forward to the card you two put together. Get to work.
SSB: I'm on my way. Let me know if I can be of any other assistance.
[Samantha grits her teeth as she turns to the camera. The camera follows her out of the room. She shuts the door gently then rolls her eyes and walks down the hall in the other direction. Fade out.]
[Backstage, Toxic Shock is standing next to SPW CEO, Kieran Rae.]
Toxic Shock: Hey thanks guys, Toxic Shock standing here alongside Kieran Rae, Shootfire CEO. Kieran, I take it to understand that Vile Vince Viper has yet to return with Shootfire World Championship.
Kieran: Yes, unfortunately. While I understand Viper's concerns he needs to understand that he must relinquish custody of the World Title Belt as it is no longer his. He-
[Jeers abound as the Shootfire Pro Wrestling Heavyweight champion of the world... former world champ... Vile “Vince” Viper struts down the hallway without a care in the world. That giant gold belt hangs over his shoulder, all the shinier against a jet-black snakeskin suit. The slight curve of a smile suggests that TripleV wasn’t paying attention during Kieran Rae’s tirade, and doesn’t immediately snap her neck, as he walks past her in the hall. He could snap her neck.]
#AHEM#
[...god damn it. Faint smile melts away, as Viper turns towards Rae. He doesn’t need to hear her longwinded borefest to know what’s going down. Part of him was expecting it. Still, Vile’s a little impressed the bitch has the nerve to approach him directly. He could snap her neck.]
Vile Vince Viper: ...What?
[Eyeing the vacant world title, Kieran Rae extends a hand. If the unpleasant old albino wants to keep playing in this sandbox, he’s going to jump through her hoops. Flinching, Vile hangs his head in shame...]
Vile Vince Viper: ...Right. Give me a minute.
[Walking past Kieran, Vile turns, pushing through the entrance curtains. We cut to a camera in the arena, as Viper walks out, rather quickly, to no music swells or fireworks. The house lights don’t even dim. Most of the audience don’t acknowledge his rather quick walk down the aisle, assuming that the television show has gone to a commercial break. They don’t see him, or they’d boo.]
Jack: Now there is one unhappy camper...
Jim: Do you think they told him before the show started?
Jack: Rae would have been hospitalized before she could strip him.
Jim: This is going to get ugly fast.
[The pace is quick. As eyes start to draw on him, a hush falls over the crowd. Tensions run high. You could hear a pin drop. Reaching ringside, Vile stomps over to a hysterically frightened production assistant. Microphone. A shaky hand slowly gives Vile a live mic... the old man actually thanks the kid. That was unexpected. The PA has pissed their pants in the mean time, but it was uncharacteristically nice of him. Perhaps he’s gone face? If I had my title taken away by evil management, I’d go face.]
Jim: Perhaps he’s had a breakdown?
[Climbing the stairs, Vile quickly slides through the middle ropes into the ring. He looks up at the lights for a moment, then twists his neck to see them reflecting in that big golden belt... god he wanted that belt. Still, all he has to do is win a qualifier, and then go onto the pay per view. He’s waited nine years... what’s another two months?]
Vile Vince Viper: ...Now... I’m not going to do... what everyone expects me to do... and just... <spitting with rage> FREAK OUT! <calm blue ocean> No. I understand management’s posssition... after all, I only beat 30 other men at the start of the year, I might not be worthy of represssenting the company. ...And the way I beat Davisss... with outside interference. How dare I? Why, if they let that stand, it might catch on. IMAGINE... professssssional wressstling in which people NOT involved in a match, got involved in a match! Jesus... all respectability would just FLY OUT THE WINDOW. No, we can’t let that catch on. ...Sssso I’m not here to promissse a swift revenge against Kieran Rae... or to promise a quick retrieval of MY belt. ...But before they RIP my DREAMSSSSSSSSSS away from me... I wanted to give my acceptance ssspeech.
[...]
Jim: Is he serious?
[Vile reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dusty old piece of yellowing paper...]
Vile Vince Viper <holding up tattered scrap>: I’ve been waiting NINE years to read this acceptance ssspeech. NINE YEARSSSS. God knows I might not get another chance to read it, so while I still have the belt; I kind of wanted to get it out there.
<clears throat>
“Dear fans...”
That’s YOU.
“Dear Fans,
I can’t begin to tell you how much this means. All my life I’ve tried to secure my legacy, and in the process your charming little federation carved out one of its own, a legend that I’ve spent the better part of nine years trying to be included in...
Jack: Probably altered that part of his Dead Sea scroll to make it current...
[Turning his bright yellow eyes towards the nearest camera, Vile slowly lowers his note, he’s pretending to read, but he’s pretty much free flowing...]
Vile Vince Viper: I’ve ssstared from afar at this long title hissstory, and screamed ME TOO! But for all my bessst efforts, all my bessst ssschemesss, it just never felt like I factored into management’s plans for the prize. I was good at making other champions look good, a name to help give them credibility with a larger audience. Jeff Keenan, Gregory Briansss, <shudder> Corey Ironsss, John Paul Valley, Larry Gionet, Sssammy Knight, Andrew Davisss... over the passst nine yearsss I’ve challenged them all, not real challenges mind you, not fair or reasonable challenges, but title fights none the lesssssssss. Over the years... with or without the strap, I’ve given this belt more credibility than any champion ever will... <broad smile> That’s why it means so god damned much to me. That’s why I’m not mad at Kieran.
It’s _MY_ blood and sweat that gave this belt pressstige, _MY_ hard work... I’m almossst _PROUD_ to see her holding it up to _MY_ high ssstandard...
Over the years, as I failed to take it, LESSSSSSSSSER men, Owen Barrett, Dave Pietka, AsssH... have gone on to be champion. Guys like Victor Frossst, Sssabbath, Ssspike Nelssson, and Jassson Ssstorm... the BEST of the sport, never won that big belt. As I chased this strap like a rabid dog, I didn’t realize what good company I was in. <spit> I can’t tell you how THRILLED I am to have the same accolade as Sssteve Greedy. I guess what I’m trying to say is, now that the dust is cleared... I’d rather be a challenger, because it was far more ELITE than being an SSSPW world champion! FUCK THE SSSPW WORLD TITLE!!!!
[The garbage starts flying...]
Vile Vince Viper: In fact <holds up yellow paper> I have a list of all the people I need to thank. All the people who got me to this BREAKING point...
First and foremossst, FUCK AJ BLACK. Who never had faith in my as a bankable champion, while I sold out shows as the challenger. In fact, FUCK all the management.
FUCK Gideon Cain. FUCK Kieran Rae. FUCK Ssserena Black. FUCK Chrisss Caranova. FUCK Chrisss Cartwright, I’ve still got the pictures Gentleman. FUCK Sssyko Martinez. FUCK Richard Balsssey! FUCK Ethan War! FUCK Henry Ssspikesss. FUCK Art Blake! FUCK JDM Sssuperssstar, I mean is being a failed HCW wrestler the criteria to be management in this dive? FUCK Amber Rhiannon. FUCK Mandy Appleton. FUCK Vik Avatar. FUCK Jim Monroe.
Jim: Hey!
Vile Vince Viper: FUCK Jack Sharp! FUCK Tara Sssilver... everyone else has. FUCK Toxic Ssshock. FUCK Jimmy Gravesss. FUCK Sssteve Ssstone. FUCK Sssean O’Brady. FUCK Ssshane Dreamer, still the worst manager I’ve ever had. FUCK Kyrosss, who I thought was dead. FUCK Lara VanDewhateverthefuckyournameis! FUCK Charlesss Eden. FUCK Todd Lucchesssi! FUCK Andy Sssimmonsss! FUCK Casssh Banksss, if that is your real name! FUCK Janet Wassshington! FUCK Harold Eden.
Jack: I think he’s running out of management...
Vile Vince Viper: FUCK BIZ – if its wasn’t for his ties in management, that hack would have been run out long before he could leave his mark – may he rest in peace. Oh yeah, the SSSPW website team... would it have killed you to put my FACE up on the website as CHAMPION for this passst gloriousss week? Oh but it’s a sssurprissse... SSSURPRISSSE... the internet was abuzz with asssshole fans who were IN THE ARENA seeing my hand get raised! It would have meant the FUCKING world to me, but no, you have to maintain a surprise, while sssimultaneously blowing it. NO ONE was surprised at Kieran’sss little announcement thanks to the husssh husssh way YOU assssssssholesss handled it. You guys aren’t in my good books, and you’d better believe you can FUCK yourssselvesss.
[Vile holds the SPW world title high in the air...]
Vile Vince Viper: What a legacy! Flaming Bob Muretic... started off strong, but FUCK Adam Cage. FUCK Axel Ssschmidt! FUCK Thomasss Palmer! FUCK Havoc! FUCK Mike Waldrop! FUCK Andy Sssimmonsss, again! FUCK Roddy Taylor! The Reaper was good in my books, but only because he pissed off the rest of you cry-baby fucks. FUCK Damian Norton, whoever that is <in joke>! FUCK Gregory Brians! FUCK Jeff Keenan! Jean Paul Valley is cool. FUCK Corey Ironsss! ...I don’t recognize the SSSCW run, so we’ll chalk that up to a FUCK AJ BLACK again. FUCK Andrew Davis. FUCK AsssH! FUCK Larry Gionet, but he’s damned selective. <eyes narrow> FUCK Sssteve Greedy. FUCK Dave Pietka... and FUCK Sssammy Knight!
To think I _SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLAVED_ for this belt, when I could have just bought a box of cracker jacks.
[Zing! Holding the gold out in front of him, Vile looks sad... this is usually the point where he sets something on fire. Perhaps he’s thinking about doing it in PVW...]
Vile Vince Viper: I hear complaints about me coming and going... but I’m this federation’s GOD DAMNED LIFELINE! The LASSST time I go, you’ll join me SSSOON after. You fucking parasssitesss. <clears throat> And all the people who got me here... rather than go through the woman’s division, I’ll just rattle off the ones I’ve had sex with... Jasssy, Allegra, Tara, Sssilver, Erika, Devin, Myra, Katie, Mariko, Mariana, Jasssmine, Tiffany, Tommy, Poet, Nina, Laura, Gwendolyn, Elyssse, Angela, that one with the black hair, Orchid, Angssst, at the same time, and who could forget “Sssssssensousss” Ssssssamantha! ...OH, and ALL your motherssssssss! <raises hand defensively> I’m not saying your mother’s are wild catsss in the sssack, I’m just saying that I’ve tapped them.
<chuckle> But enough of my bragging, back to my thanksss! FUCK Lazz Sssterling. FUCK the McCarey brothers whose names are unimportant. FUCK the lightfootsss. FUCK Marcus O’Neil. FUCK Eric Deaton! FUCK Perry Vaughn. FUCK LezKanic! FUCK CK Walker! FUCK Ian Christopher. FUCK the Carolina Kid. FUCK Adam Lazarusss... far and away the worssst Adam we ever had working here, which is saying a FUCKING lot. FUCK J.C. Christ... actually FUCK all of you for even letting him in. FUCK Eric Henry. FUCK Dylan Dice for making Eric Henry look credible! FUCK The HYPE! FUCK Dan Brousssssard. FUCK Jake Evansss. FUCK his butt buddy Caleb Waltersss too... remember when he was the next big thing? Me neither. FUCK Nick Payne! FUCK The Fury. OH yeah, FUCKING Hagen can FUCK himself too. FUCK Devon Cassse. FUCK Chassse Rogersss... who I only mention there to let everyone now how little I think of Devon Fucking Cassse. FUCK Brett Young. FUCK LOCO. YESSS, THAT FUCK. FUCK... <squinting at paper> we let Sssteve Erickssson in, didn’t we? God this place is pathetic! FUCK Aaron Iron, who? FUCK the Mercenary. FUCK Dan Sssandssstorm. Patty Babesss Carter deserved better. FUCK Jussstin Ssstarr. FUCK Jussstin Ssslayne. FUCK Tonnage. FUCK Johnny Sssledge. FUCK Ahmad Shan some Arab stereotype, what is this the fucking seventies? The RAW Invasion bored the FUCK out of me, so let’s just chalk all of them up to FUCK Raw Deal. FUCK Dessspair. FUCK Essssssex. FUCK Johnny Pain. FUCK Rick Ssstylesss. FUCK Wild. FUCK Ssstarring. FUCK Adrian FUCKING Tanner. I mean, really, just FUCK OFF... <back to crowd> Do you get the idea, or do you want me to continue?
[Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Vile Vince Viper <rolls eyes>: If you insist. FUCK Marisssssssa Monet, who might have a shot at the world strap if she can somehow tag team for it with Volga. <hard swallow> Like that’ll ever happen. FUCK Andrew Davisss, I’m getting punished, because Davisss can’t beat ANYONE. FUCK Barry Baldwin, who should become the longest reigning Fusssion champ ever, so long as his opponent’sss are Baldwin quality. FUCK Blake Covington, whose name sounds too much like a car designer. Chance Fortuna’s cool. FUCK Colt Montana for letting Ssspooky DOOM steal his main event. How could a jobber like you ever hope to tag with the Vile One? Loser. FUCK ONO HEZONFAIAAAAAH for having a name I can’t pronounce. FUCK Dave Pietka. You don’t need a reason, he’s Dave Pietka. FUCK Eddie Chrissstian for completely depending on Knight. How fucked are you when that meal ticket leaves? Try to grow as a person. FUCK Futuro and Davisss, whose extensive movesets make their opponents look bad, but aren’t doing them any favours. I’d tell James O’Connor to fuck himself, but Henry Ssspikesss beat him too it. I’d tell Celine to fuck himself, but necrophilia is a crime, and he’s on borrowed time. Fuck Volga for taking attention away from Frost in the Black Massssss, you were the third tier asshole. FUCK Johnny Pain for resting on what little laurels he had. FUCK Quinn Ssscott for pulling out of the fusion match that gave Baldwin the title. Seriously, you make this federation look bad. FUCK Rich Patterssson for headlining the first Conquest with the new set, and making it look amateur hour. FUCK Ssshayne Grissssssom for gloating about being a marathon man... what did you actually do in that hour? Not much. ...and FUCK Victor Frossssssssssssssst for leaving me with all of you... making me the last entertaining man in this dive.
All these people and more can go FUCK themselves. This federation can get fucked, and you fans...
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
YOU PEOPLE NEVER DESSSERVED ME!
[Throwing the belt back over his shoulder, Vile runs a hand through his unkempt locks, thrown around in the ranting chaos. A few sweeps straightens it out, as Vile tries to compose himself. He’s in control. This is him being nice. Straightening a red silk tie, Vile throws the world title back over his shoulder before smiling to the camera...]
Vile Vince Viper <forced smile>: I’m sure you’ll all agree, that no matter how long I held the title for... even if I never win it again, I _WILL_ go down as the SSSINGLE GREATESSST SSSPW WORLD CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF THIS SSSHITTY COMPANY!
[The garbage is really starting to pile up. As calmly as he entered, Vile turns exiting through the ropes. The jeers and trash follow him. Ignoring the audience, which riles them up even more; Vile quickly makes his way up the aisle, glad to have gotten that off his chest.]
Jim: ...You don’t see that kind of personal touch anymore.
[The videographer runs alongside him, following Viper through the backstage curtains to the waiting scowl of Kieran Rae. Always the gentleman, Viper starts to holds out the world title, when Rae starts to reach for it; Vile drops it to the floor. The camera stops, following the old man as he stomps down the hallway, then pans down to the championship lying on the filthy floor. It’s war.]
 SAMMY KNIGHT |  DAVE PIETKA |
WORLD TITLE QUALIFIER
Stone: THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS A ROUND ONE WORLD TITLE QUALIFIER MATCH!!!
[The lights go out except for the big screen... where we see a shot of an 'SPW' branded chair as the chair lowers showing the smiling face and perrenial crooked top hat of the one and only Evil Voodoo Icon....]
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Mental: Shhhhhhhhh...
[Everyone in the arena... and we mean EVERYONE... gets quiet.]
Dave Pietka: It's.... SHOWTIIIIIIIIIME!
[Instantly, we hear the hard rock guitar opening of Saliva's "Ladies and Gentlemen" and the lights rocket back on, a heavy spotlight on the entrance ramp. The crowd, already hyped up, starts to go insane once they see a thin man, at least compared to most of the men on the roster. His t-shirt, which is tucked into the loose-fitting blue jeans he's wearing, has an anime-style drawing of himself on it in a rather elaborate pose, holding what looks to be a steel chair behind his back. What seems to be a case of life-imitating-art, the man does happen to have a steel chair on his back, resting in some kind of sling or sheath. On his head is a large, black, cloth top hat with a stuffed skull and crossbones on the front, grinning about as wildly as the lips on his stubbled face.]
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please...
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see.
An explosion of catastrophe."
"Like nothing you've ever seen before.
Watch closely as I open this door.
Your jaws will be on the floor.
After this, you'll be begging for more."
[Grinning from ear to ear, he starts making his way down to the ring. The crowd is completely into him, cheering loudly and throwing up their signs. Mental rears back his head, seemingly basking in the adulations he's on the receiving end of.]
"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside..."
[Pietka stops in the middle of the aisle, looking to both sides. He slowly raises his hand to the chair slung on his back, and the crowd's reaction gets higher.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
[He steps to face the left side of the arena, shouting to them the following lyrics... with a notible exception... and the crowd answers.]
"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? &nb sp; "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"
[He turns to the right side of the arena.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
[And the process repeats itself.]
"(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!"
[Pietka then faces foward, and whips the chair out of its sheath and raises it high.]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!****
[Three columns of pyro shoot upward as the chair finishes its trip above EVD's head... guess he DOES need pyro after all... the chair itself is a pretty sight to see. The dull glean of its surgical steel, with the Voodoo Skull logo etched into the back of the chair, and a colored frame right on the seat. Mental's eyes are wide, his mouth open with a gaping, almost frightening, grin.
As the pyro dies out, EVD continues his journey to the ring, and then running full speed! He bounds over to the furthest turnbuckle and jumps on, presenting himself to the maddening crowd. They simply go beserk, and cry out louder still as he thrusts his chair into the air once more. Some in the closer rows stand up, fold up the chairs they are sitting on, and thrust them into the air in lieu of signage - The Evil Voodoo Army!]
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening.
You've seen that seeing is believing.
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding.
Please check to see if you're still breathing.
Hold tight, 'cause the show, it's not over.
If you will, please, move in closer.
You're about to be bowled over.
By the wonders you're about to behold here."
[Pietka takes the Evil Voodoo Hat off his head, placing it over his heart, and steps onto the top turnbuckle. He bows to the crowd, and then proceeds to moonsault himself off the turnbuckle as he comes back up, placing the hat back onto his head as he flips. The innumerable camera flashes can only be described as an exploding supernova!!!!!]
"Welcome to the show...
Please come inside..."
[Pietka heads up to the fans and hefts his painted Chair in the air!!]
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IT!
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU WANT IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) DO YOU NEED IT? "YES!"
(BOOM!) LET ME HEAR IIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
Stone: FROM CORAL SPRINGS FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS.... HE IS THE STEEL CHAIR SAMURAI!!! THE EVIL VOOODOO ICON... SHOOTFIRE HALL OF FAMER HE IS HEAVY MENTAL
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE!!! PIEEEETKAAAA!!!!!!!!
[MASSIVE MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: Jack Sharp here joining for the action, this a World Title Qualifier match for Wrestlebowl. Thanks guys for allowing me to help call this match, this could truly be an early classic.
Jim: Both guys in the prime of their lives, at their best and each having learned quite a few tricks and have really grown since their last meeting. I know both athletes have wanted this for such a long time.
Sean: No kidding, and when either man is in the ring it's a cause for celebration... and now with Sammy AND Pietka in the ring this is a pay per view main event no doubt about it.
[EVD stands on the second rope- chair held out to the fans as they cheer! Sammy stands in the center of the ring, not even looking to motion nor vye for attention. Pietka drops down, a huge grin plastered across his face. Dave tosses the chair over the side and walking up, asks Knight why so serious!?]
Sean: SAMMY HITS THE GHETTOBLASTA!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: PIETKA DOWN! AND SAMMY ON HIM AND PUNCHING AT HIS HEAD!!
Sean: Pietka kicking and fighting to get the man off him! Nothing Sanguine about that! Knight with the headlock, rips the smaller man up and kneestrike to the gut! Knee again! Swinging NECKBREAKER on Evil Voodoo Dave!!
[Pietka sits up, holding his head, in severe pain and Knight goes for his head but Dave catches the arm and slams Sammy on his face with the fujiwara armbar! Knight immediately begins to bridge up as Dave rolls forward and rises to twist the arm over, and cranking it again jumps to lock the head and flies out taking Sammy head over the heels!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: DAVE with the rana takeover!! Sammy getting up! Pietka spins and DISCUS ELBOW!! HE HIT THE PIETKA BOMBER! KNIGHT DAZED- SPAZ OUT ENZUGIRI
****CRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!****
Jim: CONNECTS BY PIETKA! AND KNIGHT IS DOWN!
Jack: Dave in control stomps the kick to the side of the face! Sammy to all fours, Dave diving over top rolling over he comes up has the pin!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: Pietka unable to keep Sammy down! Knight up and running the ropes! Dave charging and flying back elbow no! Sammy hung on! Dave getting up KNIGHT with the shouldertackle CRASHES DAVE OVER!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NAILED HIM!
Jack: Pietka to his feet Sammy with the dropkick right into the knee!! Oh no! Dave down stumbling and Sammy with the pickup and KNEEBREAKER shin right down across the knee, and follows through with a short arm clothesline!!
Sean: KNIGHT CRUSHING PIETKA OVER!
Jack: Pietka to his feet, trying to get up and Sammy has his head, whipping Dave around to send him facefirst at the buckles! DAVE GETS THE FOOT UP! ELBOW INTO SAMMY!!
[Knight stagger steps back as Dave jumps to second rope and bouncing off catches the head for the flying Tornado DDT! Sammy spikes off his head and sits up as Pietka charges the ropes, slamming off the side to come running back and leaps to send the flying back elbow right dive bombing into Knight's face!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: PIETKA WITH THE COVER!! GOING FOR IT AGAIN AND
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: NO! KICKOUT AT TWO!!
[Pietka instantly wrap on the Dreaded Ozzie Nelson, gripping the throat as he tries to secure the chokeout, taking Sammy down to the mat. The fans come alive with cheering as they applaud the highly competitive match. Knight is hanging onto the arm, trying to stay conscious and alert. Dave Pietka puts the leverage over the head as he gets a leg out for balance, gritting his teeth as he puts everything he has into his patented submission maneuver. The camera switches to a wide shot as the fans are cheering out on all sides of the Georgia Dome, their larger than life likenesses superimposed on the flashing Shootfire Screens.]
Jim: Pietka with the Dreaded Ozzie Nelson, Knight no stranger to that. But can he put Sammy down and keep him there? Knight has always found a motivation deeper than most and will it be enough to withstand Pietka and get to the end of this match?
Sean: I don't know but you never count EITHER man down. Dave's loyal Evil Voodoo Army matching up with Knight's countless followers too, they each want to see their champions get up there and win this match and go on to Wrestlebowl.
Jack: A capacity crowd of thousands here to see who is truly the best on this night, as you said Sean one of the coveted contender spots at Wrestlebowl's main event on the line, unfortunately only one man here tonight can continue.
[Sammy shoves up, trying to get to his feet as Dave Pietka locks the arm tight- and Sammy gets his fists out, beginning to shake! The fans begin to cheer even louder as Pietka curses, squeezing the trachea even harder. Knight gets a leg out, and stands right up to hammer his elbow into Pietka's ribs, crushing Dave and grabbing his wrist, sends his elbow right into the stomach, then breaks free with a powerful top wristlock! Knight steps back and rolls the leg lever over to take Pietka down and sits up hands inside to clench in the Lockdown!!]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHAT THE HECK! SAMMY KNIGHT ABLE TO REVERSE THE NELSON INTO HIS PATENTED LOCKDOWN SUBMISSION HOLD!!
Jim: AND NOW IT'S DAVE PIETKA'S TURN TO TRY AND GET OUT OF THIS!!
Jack: THE SWEAT POURING DOWN! PIETKA IN ANGUISH! LUCKILY THE LEGS STILL HAVE POWER IN THEM!!
[With the Referee in his face and asking for the give, EVD strains out to reach but he is nowhere near the ropes!! Arms walking over, Dave tries to turn Sammy towards the nearest cable but Knight is sitting back, his full weight squashing Pietka's mobility.]
Sean: Pietka in pain and suffering, he has got to make those ropes. You never forget for one second who you're in there against, and if any man can survive this hold it's the Evil Voodoo Icon.
Jim: Oh absolutely but I feel his fans may be fearing the worst. Dave in intensive pain... shoving high
and fighting to power OUT!?
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: DAVE FIGHTING TO PUSH UP!! USING EVERYTHING HE HAS LEFT!! AND HE'S DOING IT!!!
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: PIETKA HAND OVER HAND! WALKING THEM BOTH AT THE ROPES!! SAMMY TWISTING TO STAY VERTICAL! DAVE WITH THE ROLLING TO A SHOULDER AND TAKING KNIGHT TO HIS BACK! SITS UP AND REF WITH THE COUNT!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOO!! SAMMY KICKS OUT!!
[Knight shoves up and Dave rolls backwards, Sammy with the hard right hand and Dave ducks! Knight turns and Pietka lets the back savate kick fly!]
****CRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!****
Sean: OH!! AND PIETKA TO A KNEE! HIS LEG HURTING LIKE CRAZY!!
Jim: BUT KNIGHT IS DOWN!!
Jack: EVD limping up, and falling SLAMS the elbow into Sammy Knight! Now rolling over, he takes his head up and begins to smash the fist to the face, over and over again as it's all Sammy can do to cover up!
[Pietka beats Knight down to the mat. Rising up, Dave wraps the arm over his head, locking the head in tight. Pietka wraps the arms for the God DAMN DDT but Knight picks him up and slams him with the double leg takedown! Knight is instant in going for the Lockdown again but Dave kicks his way out of it!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: KNIGHT kicked backwards and Pietka up into the forward roll comes up and SLAMS THE CLOTHESLINE!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Pietka with Knight in the ropes! And IRISH WHIP!!
Jack: SAMMY REVERSING!!! AND DAVE SENT INTO THE ROPES!! KNIGHT WITH THE PICKUP FOR THE MAIN EVENT SPINEBUSTER-
Sean: PIETKA COUNTERS INTO THE DDT!!! BOTH MEN DOWN!!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Referee: ONE!!!
Jim: Damn this is already awesome.
Sean: No kidding we knew it would be. DAVE sitting up!
Jack: Pietka to his feet, scrambling up he knows he has to stay in command. Not electing to go for the pin, this time instead he once again goes right back to the well, double arm underhook and God DAMN KNIGHT WITH THE BACKDROP!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: PIETKA SENT FLYING!
Jim: Sammy with the wrist! Whips Pietka to the ropes! Knight charging to the far side! And taking to the air! FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE
Jack: PIETKA WITH THE DISCUS ELBOW RIGHT TO THE FACE!
***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!***
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: PIETKA PUT HIM DOWWWWNNN!!!
"LET'S GO SAMMY!!"
"E V D!!!!"
"LET'S GO SAMMY!!!!!!!!"
"E V D!!!!!!!!!"
Jack: And the fans beginning to split over this one! Pietka in control as he drags Sammy up, and HEADBUTTS him silly!! EVD using his entire body as a weapon! And taking Knight over and across- runs his HEAD right into the top padded turnbuckle. Dave with Sammy in control, pulling himself to sit up on the top rope! Uh oh what is this?
Sean: Dave Pietka has got to put Sammy away if this match goes to the time limit neither one advances to the Wrestlebowl title match. The last thing either can do is force a draw!!
Jim: Yeah no kidding, and I bet the rest of the participants in that eventual match would love nothing less. Both of these men have been a World Champion. Both can be and probably will be again. It's just a matter of time.
Sean: Sammy trying to move, trying to fight as Dave taking him up! Pulling him to stand tall! AND PIETKA HAULING SAMMY KNIGHT UP OVER HIS SHOULDERS!! YOU'RE KIDDING ME!! HE IS NOT GOING FOR THE EVIL VOODOO DRIVER OFF THE TOP!!!
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: KNIGHT FIGHTING! KNIGHT WITH KNEES AND FISTS!!! BEATING ON DAVE!!!
Jim: WHO THROWS SAMMY OFF AS HE FALLS TO THE CANVAS! AND HITS A FALCON ARROW INSTEAD!!!
***WWWHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!!***
[MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Could NOT get the EVD but instead able to hit a Super Falcon Arrow! WILL IT BE ENOUGH!?!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! SAMMY KICKED OUT!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: And Pietka going right back for the neck! Going right back for the Dreaded Ozzie- SAMMY POUNDING HIS KNEE! SAMMY BRINGING HIS FIST DOWN ON DAVE'S LEG!! Knight smashing that leg as Pietka cannot make the lock!
[Dave shouts as Knight pounds his knee into jelly! Sammy rolls over, locking the leg under his arm and stepping over it, sits down dropping the leg across the knee! Dave sits up yelling and Knight torques the limb violently, turning Dave over and wraps it right into an STF!! Dave instantly goes swimming for the ropes as fast as he can, and before Knight can get the face locked in Pietka gets an arm over the side! The Ref says break and Sammy hangs on!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHAT IS THIS!? SAMMY HANGING ON!! HE IS USING THE FOUR COUNT!!
1!!!!!
Jim: KNIGHT OUT OF CHARACTER!
2!!!!!
Jack: AND SOME OF DAVE'S FANS BEGINNING TO BOO HIM!
3!!!!!!
Sean: The Ref saying break!!
Jim: KNIGHT breaks right at four! Pietka limping up, using the ropes! Sammy pulling him back, trying to get Dave off the si
****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!****
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: DAVE HIT THE SPAZ OUT ONCE AGAIN! SAMMY INTO THE SECOND ROPE!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: PIETKA WITH THE SLINGSHOT AND FLYING ELBOW TO THE BACK OF SAMMY'S HEAD!! OH! KNIGHT SNAPPED BACK INTO THE RING!
Sean: The fans holding up their chairs, Pietka limping dangerously, but he has got to stay on Sammy! Dave sliding right inside as Knight crawling back to a vertical base, Pietka charges and PUNT KICKS SAMMY IN THE RIBS!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OOOOOOHHH!! MIGHTA BROKE SOME RIBS!
Jack: Sammy rolling over in pain as he cannot breathe, Dave with the legs and front FLIP To land the prawn hold! He has the pin!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: SAMMY KICKS OUT! Dave knocked to the side, Knight with the top waistlock gutwrenching PIETKA INTO THE AIR AND DIVES DOWN WITH THE BLUE THUNDER POWERBOMB!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: KNIGHT WITH THE COVER!!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: PIETKA GETS THE ARM UP!!
Jim: PIETKA KICKS OUT!!!
Jack: And his fans almost lost it there- Sammy right back on him and pulling up his head, pounds away with a series of forearms!! Sammy Knight with a sheer intensity as he tries to beat Dave Pietka unconscious!
[Knight slams the final shot and rolls right over to take the man up and goes for the suplex! The fans roar as Dave drops to his knees, going deadweight! Sammy answers with a kneesmash to the face, and drags Dave up again! Pietka is staggering and Knight suplexes him but Dave comes alive with the arm wringer to twist his way out of it and locking on the side headlock, pounds Sammy in the face with a knuckle sandwich! Dave wraps the arms on tight and jumps to Drive the God DAMN DDT!!!]
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HE GOT HIM! AND DAVE MUSCLING SAMMY OVER! THE COVER!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: And Pietka visibly distraught, complaining to the Referee! Shane Dreamer saying it was even and I have to agree, the cadence of the count has been fair all fight so far!
Jim: It's really beginning to get to Dave who has to know we're approaching our time limit on this one, these guys could wrestle all night.
Sean: Pietka knowing a World Title Shot is on the line and he once again wraps the arms up, SAMMY PICKS HIM UP AND SPINEBUSTER!!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: THAT TOOK A LOT OUT OF KNIGHT! BUT THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE!
Jack: I don't know how these guys do it. I don't know. I don't know!
Sean: Sammy Knight pulling Dave over and dropping to hook the leg!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! DAVE PIETKA KICKS OUT!
Jack: AND SAMMY WITH THE LEG WRAPPED TIGHT! GOING FOR THE PIN AGAIN!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! DAVE PIETKA KICKS OUT! AGAIN!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: Knight with the front facelock, chancery in secure as he takes Dave up and PIETKA punching away! Pietka punching away to avoid the Blood Drop!! Sammy in pain! Dave beating into him!! Fighting to get away! And pulling up, KICKS free of the hold! Pietka spins and sending Sammy into the ropes!!
Sean: Knight off the side, Dave throws the clothesline KNIGHT DUCKS IT! GHETTOBLASTA FROM SAMMY!!!
****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!****
Jim: PIETKA THE LIGHTS NEARLY OUT! SAMMY WITH THE HEAD AND JUMPING FOR THE PIRU LOVE D D T!!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: KNIGHT NOT GOING FOR THE COVER! INSTEAD HE KEEPS THE HEAD LOCKED! AND SHOVING UP!!!
[Pietka's fans scream as Knight rises tall! He spreads his legs and throwing the arm over his shoulder, wraps the neck and hooks the waist to rip Pietka up into the air!! Dave starts kicking like mad as Sammy tries to hold him! Dave lands on his feet and as Knight turns Dave takes him right up over his shoulders!! The fans roar and Knight hammers his face with an elbow! Sammy slides off his back and wrapping the full nelson, launches Dave through the air with release Dragon Suplex!!]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: PIETKA LANDED ON HIS FEET!?!
Sean: OHHH! BUT HE HURT HIS LEG!
Jack: AND SAMMY WITH THE WHIP INTO THE ROPES!!! KNIGHT CHARGING THE SIDE!!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: PIETKA SENT FLYING ACROSS THE RING!!
Sean: OH PIETKA IS OUT!!
Jack: AND SAMMY DIVING TO MAKE THE COVER!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3- DAVE GOT A HAND ON THE ROPES!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jack: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! I THOUGHT HE WAS DONE!
Sean: NEVER COUNT EVD OUT! SAMMY CURSING AND HE HAS THE HEAD! RIPPING PIETKA FROM THE ROPES!! IGNORING THE REFEREE!!
Jim: SAMMY TRYING FOR THE PICKUP- PIETKA STANDS AND HE HAS KNIGHT ON HIS SHOULDERS!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: KNIGHT TURNS IT INTO A CRUCIFIX TAKEOVER! LANDS SLAMMING DAVE AND HE HAS THE PIN!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack: DAVE ROLLING BACKWARDS!! COMES UP WITH SAMMY IN HIS ARMS!! AND LIFTS HIM UP OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!
Jim: SAMMY RIPS FREE AND TURNING IT INTO A SUNSET FLIP!!!
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HE HAS HIM!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jack: DAVE KICKS UP SITTING ON SAMMY KNIGHT!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: SAMMY ROLLING DAVE OVER!! LEGS ON THE SHOULDERS!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOO!!!!
Sean: DAVE ROLLING BACKWARDS! HE HAS THE LEGS!! DAVE PIETKA GOING FOR THE -THE LOCKDOWN!!
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: WHAT IS HE DOING!?
Jack: HE'S "HEAVY MENTAL" DAVE PIETKA! WHATEVER HE WANTS!!
[Dave tries to turn Sammy over as Knight is livid! Pietka twists Sammy over and Knight throws himself into a roll twisting Pietka off his feet! Dave lands on his shoulder as Sammy goes right for his face- and Pietka beats him as he drives his own skull into Sammy's forehead! Knight sits back hurting, gripping his head. Pietka dives in, locking the leg and cradling the head, to flip right over Knight and roll taking the man over with him, over his shoulders as he rises to his feet and his leg gives away as Sammy slides right off his back!
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND SAMMY KNIGHT AND DAVE PIETKA FACE TO FACE!! TALK ABOUT EVENLY MATCHED!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Knight stares at Pietka as the audience screams, and then a dark look comes over his face. Sammy turns his back and walks away! The fans are shocked as even Pietka looks surprised- and Knight steps through the ropes to drop down to the floor! Sammy heads for the back as the Referee is startled, and EVD shouts at Knight in confusion!]
Sean: What is he... what is he doing?
Jim: Sammy Knight leaving the ring! He is LEAVING THE WORLD TITLE QUALIFIER!!
Sean: I don't know what to make of WHAT'S Gotten into Sammy! I can't believe it he... he is walking out on this match!
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Can we get some answers!? Mandy, can we get you back there to find out!
Jim: Sammy Knight just walked right out of this match and the Ref calling for the bell-
*DINGDINGDING!*
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Stone: YOUR WINNER BY FORFEIT DAVE PIETKA!!!!!!!!!!!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Pietka is standing there in surprise as he doesn't know what's going on, but then turns his attention to the fans and shouts at them as he motions for the World Title Belt!!]
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: PIETKA will win this match and advance to the Main Event of Wrestlebowl but I have no idea what to make of the actions of Sammy Knight- for a second straight week in a row! Ladies and Gentlemen, we will try to get someone in to talk with Knight as soon as possible!
Jim: EVD is going to Wrestlebowl!! HE COULD BE OUR NEW WORLD CHAMP!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[We fade up to see Barry Baldwin standing in front of an SPW banner. He's wearing blue jeans and a vintage "Army Corps" t-shirt. He smiles as he looks up at the camera.]
Baldwin: You know something, James O'Connor... I give credit where credit is due and you, my friend, definitely have something going for you. Hell, I look at you and I see a twenty year younger version of myself. Not to mention I respect the fact that you took the time to recognize what role "The General" had in helping you progress up the ladder... especially when I gave you a sought after spot on Team SPW back at Iconoclasm.
[pause]
But like I always say, NEVER take my expressions of respect or fondness as a weakness because when you and I step inside the ring, I know EXACTLY what's at stake. I realize how great it would be for a youngster such as yourself to walk out at the end of the match and say "I not only won the SPW Fusion title but I beat Barry Baldwin to do it."And I know you mean well and that this being a Pure rules match, it's right up your alley...
[He pauses again as he runs a hand through his hair]
But that just ain't gonna happen.
[Baldwin pauses for a moment and thinks before he speaks again.]
I didn't bust my butt for the last several months and put my body through all sorts of hell at Charity Carnage just to lose this title a month later. No sir, I'd be a damn fool if that were to be the case and "The General" ain't nobody's fool.
Then again, neither are you, James O'Connor. Neither...are...you.
[He chuckles for a moment.]
And speaking of fools, that brings me to the other participant in this match. Rich Patterson. The so-called "Bad Seed." It's funny you call yourself that because it harkens back to the old adage, "All it takes is one bad apple to ruin the bunch." And what makes that apple bad?
One... bad... seed.
And what is likely to make this match a bad one?
You, Rich Patterson.
I look at you and I don't know if you have it in you to face off against me and James O'Connor in a Pure rules match. Someone as ornery as yourself could _never_ possibly follow the rules necessary to get a victory in a match such as this and will probably end up a footnote in the big picture.
And you see, Rich Patterson... that's where you and I differ.
You rely on back-handed tactics and a bar room brawl style of fighting whereas as myself, I tend to follow a different code of life. You see, Rich...I pride myself on being the best I can be when I step inside the squared circle. And within that, I also pride myself on giving back one hundred percent to the fans.
And when you attacked me from behind in Tampa, you showed that you don't know the first thing about me so allow me to explain to you one simple truth.
[Baldwin gets right up into the camera.]
I have developed in my lifetime some extraordinary skills...
[pause]
...skills that I am _sure_ will enable me to take you down.
[He gets closer.]
And later tonight... I _will_ find you....
[Now he's nose to nose with the lens.]
And I will beat you.
[Fade out.]
"Your Lucky Day" starring Chance Fortuna!
with special guests Marissa Monet & Eddie Christian!!
[Inside the ring, a black leather couch was set up in the middle of the ring, angled towards it was a matching arm chair. Sitting back in the chair was none other then god's gift to wrestling, Chance Fortuna. Chance's button down baby blue shirt set off his eyes, while the top few buttons were left undone. Khaki slacks and dress shoes finished him off, as the booing crowd began to settle down. Chance rolling his eyes raised the microphone to his lips and smirked.]
Chance: Atlanta, Ga...the dirty south is in for a treat. Tonight is the RETURN of THE FIGHTING CHANCE! The ONLY interview segment that matters! I have some very very special guests tonight with me, so Ladies and Gentleman, please put your hands together for the SPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!
[Opening his mouth to say something, Chance pauses for a moment and reaches into his pants pocket pulling out a note card. Reading off it, as he didn't even appear to know who was actually going to be on the show.]
Chance: EDDIE CHRISTIAN AND MARISSA TOMEI!
[Marissa comes out first. She is dressed in highly-fashionable street clothes: a clingy black tunic dress, black tights and thigh high pale grey boots that boost her to about 6'10. A small purse dangles from her wrist. She wears dove grey half-gloves. Her hair is braided up into a standing ponytail. Her lipstick is dark and her eye shadow a smoky grey/black. But no part of the outfit is as eye catching as the SPW tag-team title that is snugly cinched around her taut waist again. The Amazon approaches Fortune and takes the card from his grip. She studies it for a moment before she leans in and says.]
Marissa: It's MONET, Chance. You've got to do a better job reading. Painter, not actress.
[Marissa tucks the cue card back into his hand and smirks.]
Chance: Whoa! Whoa! Sorry! [Holds up the cue card defending himself.] This is what the cue card said! It's not my fault! It's never my fault! I'll far the research guy immediately! [Takes a deep breath to relax himself.] So! Finally, Team EGO has been knocked off the top of the SPW Tag Team Mountain by the unlikely tag team of Marissa Tomei...uh...Monet and Eddie Christian. You two have done something no one thought could be done...so tell me how do you feel? Where do you rank this moment in your lives?
Marissa: Definitely more fun than the first time I won these belts. Eddie's more fun than ol' Jakey. He doesn't pretend not to be looking when I'm changing so it isn't as awkward. [She laughs that bright laugh of hers.] It wasn't quite as much as me winning my freedom at Iconoclasm, but any time you get to be the best in your profession is special.
[Eddie Christian comes walking down the rampway... He wears a black multi-stitched peacoat sweater over a black t-shirt, a pair of oxide colored linen/cotton jeans, completing the outfit with black goat skin Morrison styled zip boots. His eyes are covered with a pair of John Varvatos classic aviators. He carries the tag title in his left hand and a microphone in the other as he enters the ring. Eddie then moves and places the championship over his shoulder.]
Eddie: Excuse my tardiness, the Gatorade machine stole my dollar.
Chance: Team EGO is already crying in the back about wanting a rematch, now are you going to give into their whimpering and sniveling or are you going to make them start over at the bottom and work their way up?
Marissa: They are the former champions. I think there's probably some rematch clause in their contract. But who cares about all that. These tag-team titles need to be fighting titles. I'd like to take on any and everybody.
Eddie: Team EGO is a good team, and the match we had in Tampa was surely classic. I'd love to tango with them again. But if they feel like that match was a fluke - then we'll gladly show them that it wasn't. It doesn't matter who we face, or when we face them. We're not going to dodge any bullets.
Chance: Now, Eddie...I do have a question for you specifically. There's a bit of a controversy going on, rumors that you're...nothing more then a snake in the grass and that you'll be stabbing Marissa Monet in the back, the first chance you get. How can she trust you? And hell, Marissa...DO you trust him?
Eddie: You know Chance, I got whiff of that video, whoever it is.. is nothing but a hater. A jealous man who has an utterly digusting obsession with "The Born Champ"..
"Soulja Boy up In da Hoe
Watch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
Then Super Man Dat Hoe
Now Watch Me Yuuuuuuuuuuuh"
Chance: Whoa! Whoa! Hold on!
[Chance scrambles, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out his cell phone as the ring tone continued to play through. Raising it to his ear with a smile.]
Chance: Hello? Oh, hey! What's going on. Ah, nothin'. What am I doing right now? [laughing to himself.] Nothing important. Oh, wait a second....[putting his hand over the mouth piece of the phone.] Gone on, I...I'm listening......[rolling his eyes obviously blowing them off and going back to talk on the phone through interview.]
[Marissa reaches into her small wristbag, emerging with her own phone. She punches in a few buttons and puts it up to her ear. Eddie Christian's own phone begins to ring.]
Eddie: Hello?
Marissa: Can you believe this idiot wants to try to upstage us by taking phone calls during his crappy little interview segment?
Eddie: Yeah, he's classless.. I've watched this segment before and he always does something to try to insult those who are far more talented than he is. It's not insulting, it's quite funny actually.
Marissa: Anyway, Eddie, let me talk to you directly about these insinuations that "people" are making about your loyalty. I've seen in the past that you've turned on your partners at the opportune moment. Let me be the first to say this. If you need to do it, do it. If you can. Hey, I've taken a dark road many a time myself to get to where I need to go. It hasn't always been easy or profitable, but it's been well worth it. So, I'm telling you right now, I'm not worrying about it. Just make sure that if you do think about it that it's worth it and worth the price you'd have to pay. I can't hold you to any standard higher than I would hold myself. Cool?
Eddie: Marissa, if I were to turn on you, don't you think I would've done it by now? Afterall it was you who ruined my chances at the Fusion, if there was any time to turn on you.. don't you think Tampa would've been perfect?
Marissa: (turning her back on Fortuna) Anyway, maybe we should tell the people about our plans as tag-team champions. Maybe we should tell the people about how we've arrived, et cetera.
[She closes her cellphone and calls for a microphone.]
Marissa: See, I won these belts before, but that team wasn't as good as this one. Jakob Volga was a talentless hack when it came to tag-teams. He was only concerned with winning the World Title from Sammy Knight. He didn't think about teams. Eddie Christian, here, hes a team player. I like that. See, for as much as people out there in the SPW Universe think Marissa Monet is only about herself and her quest for the SPW title, please do not forget my history. I am the product of the Rage family's wrestling camp. I was a Serpentine with Medusa Rage. I was a member of the Brown Girls with Indigo Browne. I was a Misfit with Dalbello Rage and I was the brains behind the Prophets of Rage for years with Shadoe and Derek Rage. Tag-team wrestling is in my athletic DNA. Go back before wrestling. Basketball is a team sport. I love a team and that's why I was able to win at Iconoclasm with the Shootfire Army. And Eddie Christian and I, we're going to show the world about what teamwork is.
Chance: [Still talking into the phone.] Oh, umm...Eddie Christian, yeah I've never heard of him either. [takes a peek at Marissa out of the corner of his eye.] And Marissa Monet...I think it might be a post up tranny. Kinda like Wild Bill from Silence of the Lambs, without the charisma...or Goodbye Horses. I think they stopped taking so I need to get back to the interview, alright I'll holla at ya later. Peace! [Snapping the phone shut.] Oh, yeah...sorry about that. [Grins] It was an important business call and all. Where was I? Oh yeah! So Marissa, do you trust Eddie Christian not to back stab you? [repeating his last question, obviously.]
[Marissa rolls her eyes. She just pats Eddie on the shoulder.]
Marissa: So this was the IGA, huh?
Chance: You know...I'm actually gonna be honest with the both of you. Beating Team EGO for those belts...not impressive at all. They're like Chance Fortuna, light...without any good merchandise. So let me be completely honest, those belts around your waist...really don't mean anything. You've beaten a couple of paper champions who had NO competition what so ever for the last year. I'll tell you what though, I bet I can go in the back...and find someone to be my partner, and those World Titles will be around our waists come Wrestlebowl.
Marissa: Strike the lights, there was actually some semblance of a thought there. Not an original one, but a thought nonetheless. And here I was thinking that we'd be better chatting with a potted plant. Well, actually, we'd still be better off with the plant.
[She turns to Chance.]
Marissa: If you can find somebody stupid enough to tag with you then you're on. It would make for good sport.
Chance: I'll tell you what...by the end of the night....I'll name my partner. [Standing up from the chair and looking out over the crowd.] Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...your CURRENT Tag Team Champions of the World! EDDIE AND THE TRANNY!
[Marissa gives Fortuna a condescending smile.]
Marissa: I think yo've got your Eddies confused. But if you're calling me a Tranny I guess that means you're the only pussy standing in the ring.
[Chances starts to seethe at the insult, his eyes going wide and gritting his teeth! Fortuna quickly pulls back and swings on Monet who gets her arm up blocking the punch! Drilling Chance with an uppercut as spit went flying from his mouth sending him stumbling backwards and turning around into Eddie who catches him with a right between the eyes knocking him to the mat! Stumbling back up once more Chance fell backwards into the ropes as the Tag Team Champions charged forward with a double clothesline over the top rope!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!]
Sean: It sure looks like Chance Fortuna got what was coming to him!!
Jim: You think? Let's go backstage.
[The camera opens up backstage to show "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins on her Macbook, directly in front of it talking to someone on video chat. Samantha is all smiles with whomever she is speaking to.]
SSB: You shouldn't have sent me that bracelet. It was too gorgeous. I'm wearing it now.
[Samantha lifts up her arm to show off a sparkly, gorgeous gold bracelet.]
SSB: How's it look?
AJ: You look like a million bucks. And with that bracelet, two. You know I'm really proud of you Sam. You've been doing a great job with my show.
[Samantha gleams.]
SSB: Thanks, AJ. I am glad to help you out. I'm really excited about the way things have been going lately. I'm also really glad to see you on chat. You look really handsome tonight.
AJ: I've taken to running on the beach every morning. How is Kieran doing? Squirming under the pressure yet?
SSB: Of course she is. She's wearing a terrible wig this week. She looks awful; but she had it coming to her, AJ. She has had it coming to her since the beginning. It's a shame it had to go down the way it did. [smirking] But I took care of business.
AJ: Well you do realize the second the secret comes out, if it does, she will come after you. But I wouldn't worry about her now. How did the meeting with Cain go?
SSB: It went well. I think Cain knows my love and passion for this business. He knows I have the drive to put SPW on the map even more, so I think that although he and I will never truly love one another, that respect is there. The respect is what matters.
AJ: Respect is like currency around here. But you still need to be willing to lose it all to do what's right for the company. But I know you are the right person for the job...and you know... the more time we spend together I start to wonder if someone like you, could be the right person for me. You liked the bracelet?
SSB: I've been wondering the same thing, AJ. I think about you every night and day, I won't lie. I'm always wondering how you're doing or what you're doing. And the bracelet? No one has ever given me such a beautiful gift before.
AJ: I cannot believe that no one has spent any real money on you. I just want you to know what you've done for me. I was, languishing in this banished paradise, forced to watch on satellite what they were doing to a fed I created. You've stepped in, and taken care of something I consider my child. And so far you've been an excellent mother. Just, realize how much I appreciate you- and in the future, if Cain, or Kieran try to stop you...just remember that you are doing the right thing, true genius never gets the recognition it deserves. And I am right here behind you.
[Samantha smiles.]
SSB: Thank you for trusting me from the beginning, AJ. I knew we would make an excellent team. A faction that would work together in order to get what we both wanted and needed. Now I won't lie and say that I do not need you because I do. When can I see you again? I'm a woman who does not often admit to what she yearns for.
AJ: The sooner the better. Nothing like a TV screen, high def nonwithstanding, to remind me of how far away you are. You really do look beautiful though. Why not take next week off and use some of that vaction time? I think that all our affairs are in order.
SSB: I think I'll do that this week then. So, get ready for me.
AJ: I can't wait. Hopefully the place won't fall apart without you.
[She laughs.]
SSB: I'm sure it will. But I'll pick up where I left off when I return. Nothing is more important than seeing you face to face again, AJ.
AJ: Just keep your eye on the prize, just keep doing what you're doing, no matter how hard it gets or how tough it is. And hopefully Cain realizes that before it's too late for him. This is my- this is our company now, and we have to do whatever is necessary. I'll see you soon. Bye Samantha.
[Fade out.]
[We cut to the backstage area where we find "The Prodigy" Heather Owens and her manager/translator/best friend "Canadian Gold" Tina Davis as they get ready to make their way out to the ring for commentary for Poet Wright/Nikki Lane. Heather is wearing a t-shirt with the flag of Quebec on it, blue jeans and sneakers while Tina as usual is all business in her all black business attire!
As the two make their way towards the entranceway Tina stops herself and Heather when she notices the blood stained stretcher that HAD Iris Galiver on it earlier and this causes a panic in Tina after seeing what happened on the monitor in their locker room earlier. She immediately goes and looks for the nearest EMT (Who looks to have *ahem* "had an accident") and tries to find out what happened exactly...]
Tina Davis: Sir...sir I need your help
EMT: [screams] GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!!!
Tina Davis: Monster? No sir I'm not Chad Allen. MY name is Tina Davis. I manage the Women's champion Heather Owens. We were wondering if you could tell us where the person went that was on that stretcher?
EMT: All I know is we were alerted to get that girl whom was seriously injured and we did. We brought back towards the locker room of some guy that was dressed up as a...clown or something and when this girl...
Tina Davis: Iris...
EMT: Whatever her name was when she came to she didn't remember much of anything. We work for the state we don't play babysitter for people but when she saw this dude she couldn't remember anything and now most of the EMTs are scared to go near him without the kid, young lady or whatever she is!
Tina Davis: I see...well sir I assure you that myself and Ms. Owens will do what we can to find this young lady and see that she gets proper medical attention or whatever we cn do. You go on your way now and try to find a change of pants...I think you had quite an accident!
EMT: [looks down and around] Awww [BLEEP}!
[After having a minor chuckle at the EMT's expense Tina walks back to the stretcher where iris WAS and looks solemnly at Heather before delivering the news...]
Tina Davis: L'iris est la Bruyère partie
(Iris is gone Heather)
Heather Owens: Pourquoi cette aucune bonne Tristesse de chienne moche! Si je ne suis pas revenu ici j'avais battu la merde everloving de cet aucun bon bi---....
(Why that no good lousy bitch Angst! If i wasn't back here I'd beat the everloving shit out of that no good bi---....)
Tina Davis: Reposez-vous ... détendent la Bruyère! Elle n'est pas morte, mais selon l'EMT'S ici elle la sorte de reçus effrayé en voyant Allen de Tchad et maintenant personne ne sait où elle est!
(Relax...relax Heather! She's not dead but according to the EMT's here she kind of got spooked by seeing Chad Allen and now no one knows where she is!)
Heather Owens: Si seulement nous ne devions pas faire le commentaire ce soir pour ce match contre le Maître de Poète et de Nikki James peut-être nous could've a aidé ces gens ... a accordé cela veut dire peut-être de heurter ce mal regardant le clown Allen de Tchad, mais de dont je me souviens de l'Iris elle n'est pas emballée tout qu'est-ce qui serré est elle?
(If only we didn't have to do commentary tonight for this match against Nikki James and Poet Wright maybe we could've helped these people...granted this means possibly running into that evil looking clown Chad Allen but from what I remember of Iris she's not wrapped all that tight is she?)
Tina Davis: Que Juri m'a dit quand elle savait brièvement son ... pas! Apparemment elle a tué ses parents quand elle était plus jeune et maintenant elle est reçue cette personnalité diabolique mais selon l'EMT elle ne s'en souvient pas MÊME!
(From what Juri told me when she briefly knew her...no! Apparently she killed her parents when she was younger and now she's got this demonic personality but according to the EMT she doesn't even remember THAT!)
Heather Owens: Oh cher ... bien malheureusement notre première priorité est en ce moment d'aller font que SPW nous a réservés pour faire et c'est ce morceau de commentaire. Je sais qu'elle est un ami de Juri et je suis vraiment arrivé près d'elle brièvement mais la première priorité est ce soir le commentaire et ensuite la semaine prochaine ... la semaine prochaine je ne crois pas que QUELQU'UN veuille y être... TRÈS... L'ANNEAU avec moi quand je lutte que SPW mette devant moi.
Voici un avertissement qui sort "aux Jeunes Chiennes", "la Structure de Pouvoir" et un autre qui pense en battant en haut les gens pour aucune raison... VOTRE jour dans MA classe vient et si M. Cameraman jettera un coup d'œil à cette civière...
(Oh dear...well sadly our first priority right now is to go do what SPW booked us to do and that's this commentary bit. I know she's a friend of Juri's and I did get close to her briefly but the first priority tonight is the commentary and then next week...next week I don't think ANYONE will want to be in THAT...VERY...RING with me when I wrestle whomever SPW puts in front of me.
Here's a warning that goes out to "The Young Bitches", "Power Structure" and anyone else that thinks beating up people for no reason...YOUR day in MY classroom IS coming and if Mr. Cameraman will take a look at this stretcher...)
[The cameraman does as asked and takes a shot of the blood stained stretcher as Heather keeps talking...]
Heather Owens: CE ... sera votre résultat sauf je promets que vous beaucoup plus mauvais arriverez. SSB Vous pensez que Tina vous a fait était quelque chose ? Vous êtes descendus facile comparé à que je ferai à n'importe quelle femme qui pense en mettant leurs mains quelqu'un comme un très cher ami mien et Tina va vous recevoir un nom! Il vous recevra un nom d'accord ... un nom sur ma liste "de Détention" et me permettra de vous dire quelque chose en ce moment! Vous n'avez jamais vu que le côté de moi encore et se fie à moi vous ne voulez pas à! Mon mentor est "l'Ange Sombre" Joshua Curtis, mes meilleurs amis sont "la Révolution" et je suis VOTRE Champion Féministe SPW Heather Owens!
Pourquoi je n'ai pas dit "le Prodige" ? Parce qu'il y a les gens maintenant que veulent me voir SE CASSER absolument dans cette compagnie et supposition que ? Vous avez gagné.... MAIS .... à la fin.... VOUS PERDEZ!
(THIS...will be your outcome except I promise you a lot worse will happen. SSB you think what Tina did to you was something? You got off easy compared to what I'll do to any woman that thinks putting their hands on someone like a very dear friend of mine and Tina's is going to get you a name! It'll get you a name all right...a name on my "Detention" list and let me tell you something right now! You've NEVER seen THAT side of me yet and trust me you don't want to! My mentor is "Dark Angel" Joshua Curtis, my best friends are "The Revolution" and I am YOUR SPW Women's Champion Heather Owens!
Why didn't I say "The Prodigy"? Because there are people now that want to see me absolutely SNAP in this company and guess what? You won....BUT....in the end....YOU LOSE!)
[Heather grabs the camera and jerks it up to her face which looks hella demonic and out of something "The Exorcist" would be proud of as she scowls before speaking one more time...]
Heather Owens: CLASSE... EST... ÉCARTÉ!
(CLASS...IS...DISMISSED!!!)
[As Heather walks towards the entranceway she gestures for the cameraman to take one more shot at the stretcher as they head down to the ring for commentary.]
 POET WRIGHT |  NIKKI JAMES |
[The pulsating beats of "The Fame" by Lady GaGa begins to play, kicking up across the PA System as the audience reaction is vicious. On the SPWTron, we see the words "YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL" flash on the screen to the beat. And when the guitar kicks in, we go to highlights of Nikki James' in-ring abilities as well as those of Tiffany Lane and the modeling poses of "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. Spotlights circle as they point directly at the three women standing on the metal stage!]
[BIG TIME HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"I can't help myself
I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke
I'm obsessively opposed to the typical."
[Nikki James, with her long brown hair, blue eyes, decent sized chest and long legs, is wearing a conservative grey business suit style ring outfit -- slacks, white ruffled shirt, vest on top of it, and black boots under her pants. Tonight she dons a black Young & Beautiful t-shirt over her outfit. Tiffany Lane, busty as ever, is clad in a black, bra top, trimmed in pink, and black tights, "Bombshell" written across her tight bottom in pink cursive. She completes the look with black, platform wrestling boots. Her blonde mane falls down her back, a smirk on her lovely face. Samantha Bevins' blond hair flows down her back as she wears an expensive black dress and silver Manolo Blahnik shoes.
Nikki & Tiffany pose at the top of the ramp as the lights continue to swirl. Meanwhile Samantha is talking trash and twirling her head to send her blonde hair sweeping in a circle. All three women laugh as Samantha shakes a manicured finger at the fans!]
"All we care about is runway models
Cadillacs and liquor bottles
Give me something I wanna be
Retro glamor Hollywood, yes, we live for the"
[The trio of ladies make their way down the aisle and and climb the ring steps. Standing on the apron, they give the fans a nice long look at their derrières. Samantha looks over her shoulder and grins, as she steps inside the ring and prepares for one of her partners in crime to personally eliminate another member of the SPW Women's division!! Nikki climbs in behind her followed by Tiffany Lane.]
"Fame, doin' it for the fame
'Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame'
Cause we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune"
Jim: The Young and Beautiful are here tonight and looking mighty fine!
"Fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
We live for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame
Isn't it a shame, shame, baby? A shame, shame
In it for the fame, fame, baby, the fame, fame"
[The music fades as Steve Stone raises a microphone to his lips and looks at his cards.]
Stone: INTRODUCING FIRST, SHE IS A MEMBER OF THE YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL...FROM VENICE BEACH, CALIFORNIA...BY WAY OF NEW YORK CITY...WEIGHING IN AT A YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS, THIS IS NEW YORK'S FINEST....
NIKKIIIIIII ... JAMESSSSS!!!!
[MASSIVE ROUND OF JEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Samantha Bevins grabs the microphone from Steve Stone....]
SSB: Hello Atlanta. You're all still looking like a bunch of morons I see! Hmm, of course. Tonight Y&B is here to give one of you a titillating experience.
[She looks around at the crowd and eventually points to a fan in the front row -- a female who is chunky and has bad acne wearing a tank-top and jeans; the rolls of fat clearly noticeable.]
SSB: You...in the two sizes too small jeans. How about you come inside this ring?
Jim: They're getting that fan to come inside the ring!
[The girl is helped over the guardrail by two members of ring security (who struggle a bit to keep her up) and climbs into the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.]
SSB: What's your name?
Fan: Abigail.
SSB: Well FLAB-igail... I knew you were ugly from back there, but you're quite hideous up close. Wow. This is the first time we are doing "Ugly Fan Appreciation" and you fit right in!
[The crowd boos as the fan looks like she is going to cry. Meanwhile Nikki and Tiffany just laugh.]
SSB: Wow, Flabby Abby, you sure need some help. I bet you feel so low standing inside the ring with three beautiful women like myself, Tiffany and Nikki.
Nikki: But don't worry, Flabs... there IS a solution. You, just like everyone else, CAN become young and beautiful. You do want to become beautiful, right?
Fan (crying): *sniff* *sniff* yes *sniff*
Nikki: That's the spirit.
[She removes her t-shirt.]
Nikki: All you need is your very own "Young & Beautiful" t-shirt.
[She hands it to Abigail who tries to put it on but it doesn't fit.]
Tiffany: Well that won't do.
[Tiffany pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts the sides of the shirt. Now it looks like a Mexican poncho hanging around Abigail's head.]
SSB: Much better. Now run along and tell your friends how they TOO can become just like us...Young and Beautiful.
[Abigail starts to walk away when Nikki puts a hand on her shoulder and turns her around.]
*WHAM*
[And Tiffany nails Abigail in the face with a big gimmicky powder makeup pad. Powder goes everywhere!! All three laugh.]
SSB/Nikki/Tiffany: You've just been BEAUTIFIED!
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
SSB: Now bring out that poor demented beast Poet Wright!
Sean: Oh that horrible woman! Abigail just running away and crying, they humiliated a fan!
Jim: Well as funny as that may be- what? The classics never get old!!
Sean: Oh come on! You don't treat the SPW fans like this! No human deserves that!
[Darkness falls across the arena as the Gregorian chants of "Consumite Furore" begin to play amid clashing cymbals. A gory pendulum begins to swing across the Shootfire Screens, the giant white blade slicing back and forth, running down from its serrated edges. The lights stay in their dark blue shadow as a shrouded
form in a gossamer white cloak makes its way out of the back, wheeling a glass box onto the stage! The music begins a somber death march as the lone figure wheels the box down the stage ramp, the fans becoming creeped out by the minute as they shrink back from the guardrails.]
"Consumite furore
Consumite furore
Consumite furore
Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum"
[The Gregorian chants continue as the gruesome axe swings heavy across the Screen. The box continues its way for the ring, the death march chanting growing louder. The figure pushes the glass box to ringside, and begins to head up the stairs as fast as possible, stepping into the ring in a flash of
gossamer robe as the eerie chanting continues on....]
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"Magne Asteroth te iubeo
Implete hunc lapidem
Implete eum viribus
Sulfuratis vestris
Consumite eum iris vestris
Istas vires adsumem!
Lubeo te!"
[The figure throws back the robe revealing a twisted red mask made of the hair and skin of her captured victims!! The audience pops in horror, the bronze body of Poet Wright clear underneath the bizarre contraption of a black bodysuit, with shootfighter's shinguards and boots. Her tattooed arms evident, Poet raises her hand in a knife edge shape and drops to a knee as the lights flash in darkness.]
"Venite in facinum, O spiritus tenebrarum
Magne Asteroth, te iubeo
Consumite eum iris vestris
Consumite! Consumite! Consumite!
Istas vires adsumem, lubeo te!
Lubeo te! Lubeo Te!
Lubeo! Lubeo Te!"
Stone: INTRODUCING AT THIS TIME...FROM TRINIDAD, WEIGHING IN AT 153 POUNDS, STANDING 5 FOOT 10, THIS IS
POET!!!!!!! WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: There's Poet Wright!
Jim: And we now have Heather Owens out here, joining us on commentary. The Women's World Champ at ringside for this event, Heather lovely as always. And what are your thoughts on this battle of contenders?
Heather: [Turns to Heather] M. Monroe ces deux femmes sont TRÈS résistantes et nous respectons tous les deux comme les concurrents. Dans le cas de Mme Jame son un peu plus dur surtout à cause comment peu profond elle et sa fraction minoritaire sont et il n'y a aucun endroit dans ces affaires pour cela.
Le poète est un des plus grands champions que cette compagnie a vus et ainsi dans son cas quand nous arrivons dans l'anneau avec elle nous lui montrerons le respect nécessaire, mais saurons en même temps que nous sommes dans pour la lutte!
Tina: Mr. Monroe these two women are VERY tough and we respect both of them as competitors. In Ms. James' case its a bit harder mainly because of how shallow her and her faction are and there is no place in this business for that.
Poet is one of the greatest champions this company has seen and so in her case when we get in the ring with her we will show her the proper respect but at the same time know that we are in for fight!
Sean: The top in the world as Poet Wright squaring off with Nikki James. James running and POET meets her with the elbow!!
[Nikki stagger steps- and then charges back to swing the forearm but Poet nails her with the elbow! Nikki steps back, and holding her jaw, turns in to run and Poet takes her over with the high hiptoss! The fans cheer as James rolls up and charges right into a Poet Wright boot upside her face!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: NIKKI IS DOWN! And getting up POET with the lockup and SLAM the knee right into the gut! Oh and hauling her Up over her shoulder for the falcon, NIKKI sliding back behind her waist! Waistlock up and takeover to slam her down! Swimming into the front facelock and "New York's Finest" in control as her Young and Beautiful cohorts in crime cheer her on at ringside.
Heather: [Turns to Tina] Avec tout le respect dû à Mme James comment a-t-elle reçu ce surnom ? Je veux dire qu'y faisons face elle est dans là en ce moment avec une des meilleures femmes dans le monde dans le Maître de Poète. J'ai entendu les huées descendant de la foule quand le Poète est parti et j'ai été un peu surpris d'être honnête, mais peut-être il y a plus à cela que je sais même et vous gotta se lèvent assez tôt pour mettre quelque chose devant moi
Tina: With all due respect to Ms. James how did she get that nickname? I mean let's face it she's in there right now with one of the best women in the world in Poet Wright. I heard the boos coming down from the crowd when Poet came out and I was a bit surprised to be honest but maybe there's more to that than I even know and you gotta get up pretty early to put something past me.
Jim: Opposite world as Tiffany Lane actually fueling Nikki on. I never have thought I'd see such an abstract concept play out but The Blonde Bombshell choosing to align herself with the Y&B. Is there nothing that Sensuous Sam can't do??
[Fade in as Tiffany is yelling, and hammers the mat with both hands as SSB stalks behind her, talking encouragement and clapping her hands. Inside the ring Nikki is twisting the facelock in, and drags Poet up to wind her legs around and falls back clinching in the guillotine choke!!]
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: POET CAUGHT! GUILLOTINE! WILL SHE TAP!?
Sean: And WRIGHT with the hands out and shoving forward to roll James on her back!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NIKKI forced to break the hold. Excellent positioning by the former Champ Poet Wright.
Jim: That's the FORMER Champion- thanks to Ms. Heather Owens!
Sean: Are you getting paid to put her over Jim?
Jim: Please, the best women's wrestler in the world sitting next to me, I feel like I should be paying you!
Heather: [Turns to Tina] M. Monroe j'apprécie le compliment, mais nous devons nous souvenir que le Poète a VRAIMENT une clause de rematch dans sa poche et elle recevra cette chance en temps voulu. Je n'ai couru d'aucune femme depuis que je suis revenu à SPW pas comme un correspondant, mais comme quelqu'un qu'à la première pensée que l'Amérique était des déchets de classe basse, mais après être autour de ce pays pour un moment je dois dire qu'il y a des fans qui me viennent et demandent "Quand est SPW venant ici ?" et je dois leur dire que je ne sais pas.
Maintenant quant au Poète elle est l'ABONDANCE capable de devenir le champion de nouveau dans SPW et si elle fait je lui rendrai avec joie la ceinture et marcherai de l'anneau. Aucun théâtre, Aucun LICENCIÉ ÈS SCIENCES, NON RIEN!
Tina: Mr. Monroe I appreciate the compliment but we need to remember that Poet DOES have a rematch clause in her pocket and she will get that chance in due time. I've run from no woman since I came back to SPW not as a reporter but as someone that at first thought that America was low-class trash but after being around this country for awhile I have to say there are fans that come to me and ask "When is SPW coming here?" and I have to tell them I don't know.
Now as for Poet she is PLENTY capable of becoming the champion again in SPW and if she does I'll gladly hand the belt over to her and walk out of the ring. No theatrics, No BS, NO NOTHING!
[Nikki rises up and Poet stands to smash the european uppercut in! Nikki goes stumbling back into the ropes and Poet charges in to smash the clothesline right into Nikki! James slides back and Poet snaps the kick upside her head! Nikki falls into the side as Poet locks the full nelson for the Dragon Suplex- and James gets a leg into the ropes! The Referee says break and Poet releases just as Nikki turns and gouges at the eye!!]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: JAMES hurting Poet! And has the mask, runs and SMASHES her head off the top turnbuckle! Two hands on the mask and rips Wright into the backbreaker! Ouch! Nikki taking her up and falls down catching Wright's throat off the top rope cable!
Jim: Poet caught and paid for it! Nikki with the head over takes her up and SNAP SUPLEX! Crisp! Nikki James floating over she has the leg and
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: And POET kicks out. Rolling over she is trying to get in this NIKKI with the forearm smash to the face!! Poet knocked over as James runs the ropes, leap to the second rope and Springboard back with the Picture Perfect MOONSAULT!! Nicely done, crushed Poet Wright and Nikki now stepping over Wright, kicking out a leg to talk trash to the fans- oh and a finger pointing for you Heather! NIKKI WITH THE BACKFLIP TO LAND THE PRESS AGAIN!!
[Cut to Heather Owens for her reaction at ringside.]
Jim: Nikki with the leg on Poet Wright and!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NO! A kickout at two!! Nikki James unable to get the pin and now with some strong words for Referee Charles Eden.
Jim: Well maybe she shouldn't have taken time to call out The Prodigy!
Heather: [Turns to Tina] Je suis personnellement surpris que Nikki l'interprète vraiment trop. Elle a eu l'habitude d'être un peu plus concentrée qu'elle est maintenant et je vous dis des gars si elle n'est pas le Poète prudent va partir furtivement en haut sur elle et recevoir un rapide!
Tina: I'm personally surprised that Nikki is acting this way too. She used to be a bit more focused than she is now and I'm telling you guys if she's not careful Poet is going to sneak up on her and get a quick one!
Sean: James right back on the offense, mauling Wright with a barrage of fists, and now hands on the mask, whipping up to turn around and send Poet throatfirst against the second turnbuckle-
[Nikki tries to rise, holding onto the Ref for support and Tiffany Lane throws a fist that nails Poet right between the eyes!! Wright hits the mat as the fans pop. Nikki instantly gets better and runs to throw the stomp right into her heart! Poet keels over, rolling away from the side and James jumps to the second rope, flying off to land the legdrop right across the head!]
Sean: James just all over Poet! And credit to Nikki for being in there, but more so the presence of Tiffany Lane in there to keep things on her new teammate's edge! Lane has Poet right where James wants her!!
Jim: If this keeps up, we may have a new number one contender once again in "New York's Finest!"
Sean: Yes we may, Jim! Nikki sure is looking impressive here tonight.
[Nikki picks Poet up and slams her down onto the ring with a body slam! Nikki goes against the ropes and comes forward with a knee drop to Poet's sternum! Nikki tries to keep Poet down by pulling her up for a side suplex! SSB bangs on the canvas outside as Nikki remains in control.]
Jim: Samantha determined for Nikki to remain control in this match and win it in the end. What do you personally think about that, Heather?
Sean: I think that SSB should keep her nose out of everything!!!
Jim: I didn't ask you, Sean!
Heather: [Turns to Tina] C'est comment "les Jeunes Chiennes" opèrent et son personnellement dégoûtant! Ils réclament qu'ils sont tout cela mais ici vient le problème : Nikki n'a pas la ceinture, ni fait Tiffany et je vous promets que si cela se maintient je vais devoir être impliqué pour essayer et même cela en haut ici!
Tina: This is how "The Young Bitches" operate and its personally disgusting! They claim they are all that but here comes the problem: Nikki doesn't have the belt and nor does Tiffany and I promise you if this keeps up I'm going to have to get involved and try and even it up here.
[Nikki James spits on Poet Wright before pumping her fist into the air! The crowd boos her as Nikki looks to Heather Owens and gives her a menacing look. As Nikki pays more attention to Heather than she should Poet rises to her feet and stalks Nikki from behind. Nikki turns around and it met with a dropkick to the face by Poet Wright!!! Nikki goes down to the mat as Poet rises to her feet.]
Jim: You just don't do that, you don't take your eyes off of Poet Wright! I don't care who you are!
Sean: Poet taking her up and hauling her upside down and throws her with the hard slam. James to her feet and Wright with the big kick to the midsection, gutwrenches up and falling with the Suplex! Nikki slammed and rolling over, Wright takes a knee to shoot in, fireman's carry to stand up with James and kicks back SAMOAN DROP landing James right on her back again!
Jim: Poet Wright utilizing power and changing it up, keeping James grounded as she cuts off the ring. Nikki crawling and POET KICKED HER IN THE HEAD!!
[POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Nikki down! There is no amount of training you can take to prepare for that!
Jim: And people wonder why wrestlers retire with broken bodies.
Sean: James still trying to stay in this, as Sensuous Samantha yelling out- and Poet with James in the front facelock, and a series of kneesmashes to the face!! Oh! Oh! Does it again! Nikki on whiskey legs and Poet with the waistband, pops the hips and snap SUPLEX! Floatover! Cover! Count!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: No a kickout at two, but whew man, just barely. Heather Owens you gotta be thinking, what do I do to prepare against either one of these two Superstars?
Sean: Nikki still in this one, a true fighting spirit but even fire can be extinguished if you just beat the air out of it. Poet Wright taking James up into the air!!
[The crowd pops as Nikki shakes and struggles, trying to get free and slips down behind Wright! Poet spins around and throws the back elbow, but James ducks under and lets the savate kick fly! Poet catches it and goes for the dragon screw but James kicks up to aim for the enzugiri! Wright ducks, catches the legs and nails a Wheelbarrow Suplex!!!]
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: POET slamming Nikki James once again! And after a heated exchange James STILL not able to take back control!
Sean: Poet just that good as she takes Nikki up and runs her facefirst into the top turnbuckle! Oh! And now what's this? Going to sit on the top as she has James's head under control. She lifts her opponent UP INTO THE AIR!! AND POET STANDING ON THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!!
[The crowd begins to cheer as Poet holds Nikki upside down, letting all the blood drain down to her head! SSB is worried as she yells across the ring, Tiffany standing frozen with arms folded behind her. Wright keeps Nikki James balanced as the Georgia Dome starts getting louder.... and Poet twists to fall back towards the ring!]
Sean: DELAYED! VERTICAL! SUPERPLEX!!!!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NIKKI TAKEN DOWN THE HARRRD WAY!!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: AND JAMES SITS UP IN AGONY!
[Nikki curses as she tries to move and Poet charges the ropes to ricochet off the side and runs back slamming the kneecap right into Nikki's forehead!]
*****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!******
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: AND POET GRIPPING HER WRIST FOR THE KNIFE EDGE CHOP!
Sean: SHE IS GOING TO FINISH THIS OFF! SHE IS GOING TO-
Jim: WAIT! SHE SEES YOU HEATHER!!
[Poet twists herself, contorting her mask to stare through as she sees Heather Owens at ringside! The fans cheer as Wright walks across the ring, abandoning Nikki James and slides straight outside to come across the mats and walk for the booth, pointing at the Women's World Champion and Heather stands up- as Poet stares... and slaps her upside the head!!]
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: OHH!! SHE JUST KNOCKED THE HEADSET OFF OF HEATHER!
Sean: HEATHER COMING! HERE COMES SECURITY!!! THE CHAOTIC WRIGHT STRIKES AGAIN!!
Jim: POET PUNCHING INTO HEATHER! HEATHER SMASHING FISTS BACK!!!
Sean: POET BEING PULLED AWAY!! HEATHER! HEATHER! CONTROL YOURSELF!!
Jim: POET BEING FORCED BACK TO THE RING! AND HEATHER OWENS JUST GOT ATTACKED RIGHT HERE AT RINGSIDE!
Heather: [Turns to Tina] Bien ... qui était intéressant!
Tina: Well...that was interesting!
Sean: Poet Wright now returning to the ring, oh there is no love lost between the two of you!! Poet making her point, calling you out and please, try to calm down we've had enough chaos already!
Heather: [Turns to Tina] Je ne vais pas toucher avec elle dans la disposition d'esprit dans laquelle elle est en ce moment.... Le POÈTE FAIT ATTENTION!
Tina: I'm not going to mess with her in the frame of mind she's in right now....POET LOOK OUT!
Jim: It's not her fault, Sean!!! Poet Wright is a damn maniac!!!
Sean: Tell me something that I don't know, Jim!!!
[Poet doesn't turn her attention from Nikki James and instead lifts her up for a fierce German suplex! The ring echoes as Poet quickly climbs to her feet, taking Nikki James with her again. Poet Wright executes another German suplex on Nikki James... but this time James reverses it with a stiff suplex on Poet Wright!]
Sean: James with her own suplex!!! Nice reversal by "New York's Finest!"
Jim: Nikki now tossing Poet into the ropes! Nikki with a leapfrog!
Sean: Looks like she took a page out of your book, Heather!
Heather: [Turns to Tina]"Les Jeunes Chiennes" ne sont M. jamais original
Tina: "The Young Bitches" are never original Mr. O'Grady.
[As Poet rebounds Nikki takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker! Lane and SSB cheer for Nikki on the outside. Nikki James grabs Poet Wright by her dreads and tosses her into the corner! Poet hits the turnbuckle hard and Nikki comes in for a hard clothesline! Poet sinks into the corner as Nikki raises her arms in the air to receive a hellacious response of malice from the crowd!]
Heather: [Turns to Tina] Plus vous posez pour la foule Nikki plus de mes étudiants vous détestent. Que vous ne réalisez pas doit me rentrer vous devez vraiment BATTRE la femme dans cet anneau en ce moment!
Tina: The more you pose for the crowd Nikki the more my students hate you. What you don't realize is to get back to me you have to actually BEAT the woman in that ring right now!
Sean: This crowd really dislike The Young and Beautiful. I guess after what they pulled in that poor fan earlier they're not too keen on them.
Jim: Well Nikki is wasting precious time. You just don't sit around and let a woman like Poet Wright recover!!!
Sean: I agree, Jim!!!
[Poet Wright begins to stir but Nikki doesn't let her get far. Nikki hits a bulldog on Poet Wright and takes her straight down onto the mat! Nikki with a quick lateral press for a pinfall on the former Women's champion but Poet Wright is still full of energy and pushes Nikki off before the official can even count to two!]
Jim: Sure doesn't look like Poet Wright is close to giving in. This has been a fantastic contest here at the Georgia Dome in Atlanta! Thanks for joining us for commentary tonight Heather!
Heather: Son été notre monsieur de plaisir.
Tina: Its been our pleasure gentleman.
[As Heather and Tina get up from the desk Heather turns her attention to Tiffany and Samantha. She tries to back them away from the ring and as she does Tiffany slips an object to Nikki in the ring which she swings with and connects knocking out Poet.]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: LANE JUST HELPED NIKKI-
Sean: WAIT! TINA AND HEATHER YELLING TO THE REFEREE!!
Jim: POET IS OUT!!!
[The Ref doesn't see this at first until Tina climbs up on the ring and shows the ring whom calls for the bell...]
Sean: I think Y&B got caught red handed with something!
Jim: And by Tina and Heather of all people! What's going on here?!
Steve Stone: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner by DQ....POET WRRRRRIIIIIGGGGHHHTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!
[FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Tina looks like she just saw red and I don't mean the Maple Leaf on that flag either!
[Tina enters the ring and squares off with Nikki while Heather stares down her next opponent for the Women's title in Tiffany Lane. As the two women back off from Heather and Tina, "The Prodigy" checks on Poet while Tina grabs the mic from Stone...]
Tina Davis: LISTEN UP BITCHES!!!!
[CROWD POPS HUGE!!!!]
Tina Davis: Its no secret that I've been out of the ring for a while now and that I might still have some rust on me but let's make this clear. I can STILL kick ass in this ring and if you women think you are going to meddle in my life, Heather's career, Poet's matches or these fans lives then listen to me right now. Lane you gotta deal with Heather in 2 weeks at Conquest for the title and win or lose WE are challenging YOU three bitches to a handicap match!
Sean: WHAT?!
Tina Davis: That's right lovers. All three of you: Tiffany, Nikki and that no good Bitch Samantha, if you got any ovaries darling you'll climb in this ring and show me, Heather and ALL the SPW fans in attendance what you got because I KNOW I can still go... can you?!
[Tina shoves the mike back in Stone's hand as her and Heather powerwalk towards the entranceway slapping hands with the fans in attendance as the camera fades to the back...]
[Mandy Appleton approaches Rich Patterson backstage, looking to get an answer to the cryptic messages left on his Twitter in the week.]
Mandy: Rich Patterson, there’s been a buzz ever since you said you’ll be telling us why you attacked Barry Baldwin, so would you tell us what your motivation was?
Patterson: Firstly, when I want to say something, I do it on my terms. Not to the first pair of tits that runs up to me jamming a microphone in my face.
Mandy: …
Patterson: Secondly, what the hell – you’re here, and Baldwin’s probably somewhere in the building looking at a monitor, so I probably have his attention, so why not ask me again.
Mandy: Rich Patterson, why did you attack Barry Baldwin last week?
[Patterson sizes up Mandy for a second, choosing his words.]
Patterson: The question isn’t why I attacked Baldwin last week – the question should be why nobody else took him out long ago.
Old Man Baldwin has been around for Christ knows how long, and not one person has ever summoned up the balls to question why he’s not stepping aside and letting the younger, hungrier talent rise up and take his place. He’s hung around and blocked off everyone who wants to achieve what they’re capable of, and he gets all the credit in the world because of his age, rather than what he’s done for anyone but himself lately.
Mandy: But-
Patterson: You heard him last time out, cutting a self-serving promo to tell everyone backstage that he was better than they are, and I’m the only man in the whole goddamn locker room who thought “Fuck that” and proved that actions are more powerful than bullshit each and every time, and proved it by taking out his knee.
Mandy: Will you be focusing on the knee in the match?
Patterson: And do something that obvious?
Baldwin wants to preach about purity, but what is so pure about hiding behind rules you set in the hope that it tips the balance in your favour? You’re a hypocrite, Baldwin. A hypocrite, a self-serving egotist, and a relic that needs to be placed in an environment where it can be studied to see what purpose it serves in today’s world.
I will be focusing on ending Baldwin’s reign before it has begun, and showing the world that the old mantra of “age before beauty” is the sort of bullshit that keeps parasites like Baldwin standing in the way of the 21st century.
Mandy: But what about James O'Connor inserting himself into the match?
[Patterson pauses for a moment to consider his response.]
Patterson: Fuck James O'Connor.
[Patterson walks away.]
[JDM Superstar is standing in the ring and beside him is Blake Covington. The fans are booing as JDM smiles at them, gripping up the block SPW mic like he's choking out one of the Georgia fans. In his three piece beige Brooks Brothers suit, Marsh smirks and shakes his head.]
JDM: You know I've had it, I am sick tonight with you idiotic GE-AW-GIA Southern Fried HICKS giving me grief.
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: I BRING YOU ENLIGHTENMENT! YOU WANT PANTS ON THE GROUND!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: And I have to stand by once again as another one of your heroes, this, this, this WHISPER ruins yet another one of my charges. Well forget Chance McKenzie Whisper, the next time you step foot into an SPW ring you're gonna have real competition- and a wrestler than you cannot beat!
Because the Power Structure, we are all about competition. And being the best. And that's why I have asked hell I have DEMANDED mic time to talk about what the new version of the Power Structure is really is.
Tough. Demented. Sadistic, but more and most importantly.
THE BEST.
...Which is why I am standing in the ring with the new future of the biz, in BLAKE COVINGTON!!
[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: Hahaha, you idiots aren't even worthy of this man. Blake, say some words to the greater unwashed
Blake: You see, Mr. Marsh's vision for the Power Structure isn't based upon mere delusions of grandeur. You can have your Black Masses, your Team EGO's, and your Families. They will ALL fade away in time, never to be remembered as anything else other than just a footnote in the history of SPW. But the Power Structure will never fade away. It will never back down. It will stand the test of time. Just as Mr. Marsh said, we are tough, demented and the best. And in order to be the best, you have to be willing to face the best that competition can offer. You have to be willing to look that competition right in the eye and have the balls to spit in its face in defiance. As the old saying goes, you have to beat the best if you wanna BE the best. And tonight, it was shown here in this ring. Not because I faced Jakob Volga in the middle of this ring.......but because Jakob Volga faced ME. And I chose to spare your life for this one reason only.
(A smug sneer grows on the face of Covington, as he gladly hands the mic back to JDM.)
JDM: Completely, "Heartless" Jakob Volga, you got lucky that we didn't put you out of the business earlier tonight. But it looks like your streak of luck just improved. Because I have to admit, you are damn good. You are incredibly talented. And you do deserve to be the World Heavyweight Champ.
Sean: Where is he going with this?
Jim: I don't know!
JDM: And that's why, after close discussion with the rest of the group.
[Blake smiles]
JDM: HJV, we would like to offer YOU A PLACE AS THE LEADER OF POWER STRUCTURE!!
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: WHAT!?
Sean: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!
JDM: SHUT UP! DON'T LISTEN TO EM JAKOB! THIS IS THE CAREER MOVE OF YOUR LIFE!
[JDM grins and Blake laughs as he says something to Marsh. The Executive Vice President nods, and raises up his mic.]
JDM: And... speaking of careers, the last time any of you saw "Heartless" Jakob Volga in an SPW Wrestling Ring, he LOST a Career versus Title match to Sammy Knight at Ringu Faia. Well-
["Hellrider" by Judas Priest kicks up! Jakob Volga steps right out of the back, back in his traditional "CVC" T-Shirt and wearing his personalized leather jacket. The fans cheer out loudly but HJV isn't amused. Still feeling the effects of the OTC main event, Volga makes his way down the aisle and he has a mic in his taped hand. He motions for his music to be cut, and climbs the steps to walk right in and go face to face with JDM and Covington.]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: HJV thank you. Thank you pal for coming out here and meeting with us. You know I like you. You know Blake Covington likes you heck, he's given you his seal of approval. But does HJV like himself? Do you want to make the best possible career choice and do what's right for your wallet?
[Volga stares through Marsh.]
JDM: Let me ask you a question Jakob. How many World Title Shots have you had? Ever? Do I need to use both hands? Three Fingers? Two?? Yeah ya see, that's where I come in. And how many times have you been up against innumerable odds? That's where Blake comes in. Now I know that we have had our differences in the past, but even you have to admit, that with the support of JDM Superstar, Blake Covington and the Power Structure there is nothing that you can't do, there is nothing that you can't become.
Because we've all seen what happens when you go it alone.
You're a great competitor, make no mistake about that. But Blake Covington, he's an excellent competitor. Hell the Superstars of SPW are GREAT WRESTLERS. But they don't have the edge, the edge that comes with being part of a real group. A real family. One who looks out for each other because together we share a common goal. A purpose. And that very simply is: to be the best.
We are former and future Champions. And we- all of us know that we will be the ones calling the shots in SPW for a long time to come. And sure, people might boo us, hate us, envy us but at least we know how to survive and flourish in a world that chews us up and spits us out- and an industry that has shattered your dreams, your hopes, and your career once already. Do you want to see that continue to happen Jakob? Haven't you had enough of that? Are the T-Shirt deals really worth it?
Because I don't think they are. And I think- I KNOW, that should you choose to step into the ring shoulder to shoulder with us, should you decide to do what's best for your reborn career, should you choose to sign on the dotted line with the Power Structure, you will finally get what you deserve.
And that's the SPW Heavyweight Championship of the World.
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: What do you say Jakob? What do you think? This is not a standing offer.
Sean: I can't believe Jakob Volga is even considering this.
Jim: I don't know, Marsh may be right! He has done a lot for his clients in the past, his record speaks for itself!
HJV: Ya know, I got to admit, Marsh, you do make some interesting points.
[Motioning to Covington]
HJV: This guy is a BEAST, and gave me a hell of a fight on Off The Chain. He is almost DEFINITELY going to be a future champion in Shootfire Pro.
[Volga nods and gives a polite applause for Covington, the crowd is not as receptive.]
HJV: And as a former member of a major group like the infamous Black Mass, that there can be a strength in numbers that is hard to come by...
[The crowd is getting restless and starting to boo a bit more, thinking that "The Heartless One" might actually be considering this! JDM begins to smile.]
HJV: And you are right, I have NOT been given that many shots for the World Title, and my main goal now that I am back is to finally hold that SPW World Championship. I gotta be honest, Marsh, you have definitely given me something to think about. Do you mind if I take a moment to consider this?
[JDM quickly nods, giving the universal signal for "go ahead". Volga takes the mic away from his mouth for a moment, rubbing his beard with his free hand for a moment. Volga looks around to the crowd, who are all showing their OBVIOUS displeasure at the idea of HJV in the Power Structure. After a couple of moments, Volga starts to nod, smiling. JDM starts to match that smile, telling Covington that he KNEW he would join, holding out his hand for Jakob to shake. Jakob starts to reach out his hand to shake it...]
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[And Jakob SLAPS THE HAND AWAY!!!]
[MEGA FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[JDM looks shocked, Covington takes a step toward Volga, but Volga simply puts his hand up in the "STOP" motion, and Covington does.]
HJV: I would reconsider that, big man, I am SURE you don't want round two.
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
HJV: As for your offer, MARSH, I am SURE that is going to be a no...in fact, I think that is going to be a HELL NO!!
[THE CROWD IS MOLTEN NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
HJV: You see, I remember what it was like in the Mass, guys smiling at each other face to face, but not waiting for a SECOND to stab them in the back as soon as they had the chance. Biz did it, AJ did it, Frost did it, and I got sick of it real quick. So I decided a LONG time ago that there is only two people in this world that I trust to have my back, and that is me, and my wife Kendra.
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: That's just great but Kendra can't get you a shot at the World Title Jakob! And you think these people can?? ...I can. I can, and you know that. You turn this opportunity down... you know what? I don't think you're thinking straight. I think you've been turned moral super hero by these fans living inside your head. All those months you were away from the spotlight, you remembered these people didn't you?
[JDM points out to the capacity crowd in the Georgia Dome.]
JDM: Chanting "H J V!!" "H J V!!" "H J V!!!" and now that it's all back, now that the adrenaline is flowing on fueled by these fans, you're being waylaid by their ambitions for you. You're being convinced by them to earn your way up the ladder, one match at a time. You're being confused and corrupted by their ideas of what you should be.
And you know, I don't blame you. But trust me HJV, they do not have your best interests in their hearts either.
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: Don't think for one second they won't forget about you just like they did when you lost that match. Don't think that there will be any "Heartless" Jakob Volga posters held in the crowd when you are gone. Don't think that anyone will remember the Cleveland Violence Couple for all that you've accomplished because that's the way fans are. They're fickle, they're sensationalist and they are NOT LOYAL TO YOU. They don't have your best interests at heart. And we do. Why? Because you make us money we make you money. You don't have to earn your way up the ladder like the average journeyman in the back. Because you're better than that- and as much as you hate to hear it you KNOW It's true... you are better than THESE PEOPLE.
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JDM: So trust me Jakob, don't make the wrong choice to satisfy these people. That's just as bad as not making the right one because of past issues with guys that don't even matter anymore. You want to lump me in with Frost, Biz, Black? You go right ahead but just make sure the choice you're making is for the right reasons. Don't throw away a life of luxury because you're just trading one backstabbing master for about 14,000 out here tonight. It's the same thing. And a very wrong choice to make.
HJV: I know the choices I have made, and I have to live with those choices, but I am going to live with those choices ON MY OWN.
[Jakob drops the mic with a thud as "Hellrider" kicks back in over the PA, and Jakob quickly steps out of the ropes and up the ramp. As he heads up the ramp, JDM raises up a hand to try and call him back.]
JDM: JAKOB! I will ask once again. Join the Power Structure. Don't let this opportunity to lead us go to someone else. You think about it. Don't be a fool!!
Sean: We just found out that Toxic Shock followed Iris Galiver to the emergency room after that horrid head injury she suffered earlier tonight. Iris did not even know who her fiance, Chad Allen is. Let's see what Toxic has discovered.
[The camera shows a busy emergency room. It closes in to a room where Iris Galiver sits in a bed talking to Toxic Shock. It's sort of odd. Shock doesn't seem that scared, though he is on high alert we're sure. Iris isn't rocking. She isn't screaming or crying. She's sitting there, staring at him.]
Iris: Who are you?
Toxic: I'm Toxic Shock. Don't you remember me, Iris?
Iris: Who am I?
Toxic: You're Iris Galiver, the pretty, pretty Princess. The hardcore Goddess. You're a wrestler for Shootfire Pro Wrestling.
Iris: Oh.
Toxic: You were attacked at the end of your match earlier by a woman named Angst.
Iris: Who's Angst?
Toxic: Uh... uhm.
Iris: Who was that clown chasing me earlier? Who... who was he?
Toxic: He is your future husband, "Jester" Chad Allen. You do not remember him?
Iris: Husband? Chad Allen? What is a "Jester?"
Toxic: Iris, you need to take it easy. You took a really hard bump to the head earlier. You were also thrown off a scaffold last month. You were complaining of headaches earlier this week. You need some sleep.
Iris: I don't want to sleep, Mr. Toxic. I want to sit here and talk to you. I want to know more about this clown who was trying to hurt me! He really scared the bejeezus out of me. And oh! What in the world? What is this doing in my bed?
[Iris reaches underneath the pillow. She pulls out the head of a decapitated doll. Her precious. Her Rosie.]
Toxic: Uh, that's Rosie, Iris. Your doll.
[Iris examines the eerie looking doll head.]
Iris: It's a doll head. Where's the body?
Toxic: They uh... they um. They said you ate it.
[She looks even more confused.]
Iris: They?
[Iris questions him as she takes the doll head and slings it up against a wall nearby. Shock looks around and back to Iris.]
Toxic: Your family... "The Family."
Iris: I don't have a family. I was raised an orphan in the suburbs of Boston. I'm used to being alone! I'm used... used to not having anyone near me. And I most certainly would not eat a doll body. I don't know why I'm wearing this ridiculous dress, either. Nothing makes sense, Mr. Shock! NOTHING!
[She raises her voice... and like vintage Iris Galiver, she begins pulling at her red hair. Only this time she doesn't pull it out.]
Iris: NOTHING MAKES SENSE!
[Upon Iris raising her voice, Shock becomes quite scared. Is Iris playing or is she for real? He takes a step back, or one too many and hits the wall. This causes him to fall into the floor and scrap his hand in the process on the table nearby. Clumsy Toxic Shock.]
Iris: Ooh! I must have startled you. I'm so sorry.
[Iris is sorry? Huh?]
Iris: Mr. Shock, you cut yourself. You're bleeding.
[Shock looks up in alert toward Iris. Iris' hazel eyes catch his. She looks down at his dripping blood.]
Iris: Here, let me help you.
Toxic: No No please! I must have hurt myself... must have... uh.. er...
[Iris takes Shock's hand and finding a Disney's Snow White band-aid nearby she puts it over the wound. She smiles at him. Only her smile isn't sadistic, nor is it childish. It's... it's... normal. Iris reaches down and kisses his hand gently.]
Iris: There you go. Now you're all better. Thanks for being so nice to me, Mr. Shock. I think I'll get some rest now.
[Iris turns over on her side and sighs. Toxic Shock looks down at his hand... in disbelief he still has it and that Iris did not bite it off. He sits down in a chair beside Iris' bed, just so she knows someone is there with her. Fade out.]
 "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN |  "THE DREAM" MARCUS DAVIS |
****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!**** "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Jester slowly makes his way to the ring, climbing up each step. He stops in the center of the ring, as a large red pentagram lights up around him. Jester pulls off his trenchcoat and lets it drop. 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.] Sean: Marcus Davis on his way for the ring and before we have that, let's announce the new official rosters as far as non-wrestling personnel that will be working for Conquest and then Ascension after this week. Jim: Oh yes, Kieran Rae met with us all prior to tonight's show, talk about a sea of change. Jim: And over on Ascension when it debuts in two weeks, your General Manager is Steve Greedy, as seen on SPW 24/7. The lead announcers will be Jack Sharp and Vik Avatar. Tara and Steve Stone will handle interviews, Emily Faith is the new R.A., the Referees will be Shane Dreamer, Todd Lucchesi and Lara Vandewalle, their new timekeeper is Jasper Fitzgerald, Agents will be Gabriel Van Zahn, Blackjack and Donovan of F.U. and our medical chief will be Jimmy Graves. We are going to hire two new heads of Security one for Conquest and one for Ascension to round out the staffs so, if you need a job send your resume to SPW. Sean: That maniac! Marcus Davis forced to nearly break his spine to get him off his eyes! And now Davis blinded, hurt and stumbling as he tries to roll back into the ring, to get a breather, to conserve his strength, to keep from fading out his eyes still on the prize.
[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 Jester Chad Allen.]
[And a blast of red fire lights up the stage for a moment, before spotlights now show The Father of the Family, "Jester" Chad Allen, stands tall, his head down, hood up. He wears a long black trenchcoat that is buttoned from his neck to his waist. He wears black pants and black combat boots. Jester tosses back his hood, showing his painted, sullen face. His paint is somewhat smeared on, but the red pentagram in the middle of his head is perfectly placed.]
Stone: 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...
Sean: Running down the Conquest roster are the following, we will answer to "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins, myself and Jim Monroe on commentary, Toxic Shock and Mandy Appleton as interviews, Amber Rhiannon to be our new ring announcer, our Referees will be Kyros, Charles Eden and Greg Vaughn, our Agents will be Andy Simmons, Art Blake and Chris Midas, our Timekeeper Ray Larch and chief Medical is Jessica Marsh.
Sean: SPW. Doing our part to help out in the economy. It's what we do.
Jim: Inubidably. And speaking of family and looking out for our own, it's time for the Father of the Family to make his debut and enter into the World Title Qualifier. Jester Chad Allen has been a force of evil nature since he's arrived in SPW to make it his home, but now in fact can he recover from this, well this apparent loss of Iris Galiver!
Sean: Iris appears to have completely forgotten her association with JCA, and he had just proposed marriage to her. We all know how mentally unstable he is, but can he even be prepared to wrestle in this train of mind?
[Jester rolls into the ring as Marcus Davis stands in the middle and JCA runs to throw the lariat right at him! The fans roar as Davis catches the arm and flips Allen onto the mat, but JCA is snarling and rolls up as Marcus is able to twist the limb over. Wringing it again, Davis cranks it in and JCA dives forward, spinning on his back to stand up and picks Davis up for the back suplex! Marcus rolls out to land on his feet and ducks as Jester misses with the lariat to lock the head and jam the backbreaker!!]
Sean: Sudden stop to the forward motion! Allen hurting as Marcus with the head, standing side headlock by the proud athlete and Jester inside and hammering elbows to the guts! Oh just blasting the kidneys-
Jim: DAVIS forced to release Jester with the hair and runs to slam Marcus's neck off the top rope!!
Sean: Oh just smashed him! Marcus pulling back and Jester slams the clothesline from behind! Davis down! And he crawls to the ropes but Jester on him with stomps and kicks!
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Jester taking out all his frustrations on Marcus! And now pulling his head through the ropes, pulling back against the second with the fish hooks in the mouth!
[Jester rips at Marcus making him suffer! Davis is struggling to get free as the fans in Georgia stand up jeering! Referee Charles Eden shouts at JCA to let go as Allen ignores him, pulling back to tear at the face! Finally a count makes Jester release but JCA rushes across the ring, bouncing off the side to come charging back and leaps to sit on Davis, sliding all the way outside to the floor!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MARCUS hurting! And Jester inside, dragging the proud fighter outside he spins and IRISH WHIPS HIM AT THE POLE!!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: MARCUS RUN SMACK INTO THE METAL! AND ALLEN FROM BEHIND CLOTHESLINE ROCKS DAVIS AGAIN!!
Sean: Nailed him twice and good! Marcus Davis down, oh he's got to be in a world of hurt as JCA drags him up, taking him back to the guardrail- MARCUS WITH THE BACK ELBOW TO THE FACE! AND DAVIS WITH THE SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE RAILING!!
****CRRRRAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!****
Sean: BOTH MEN DOWN!!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: This is a World Title Qualifier and Marcus able to momentarily quell the zombie-like offense from Jester Chad Allen. Allen hit his head that time and Marcus to his feet, taking Jester up and suplexing him into the air, snaps it to slam The Jester into the floor!
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Oh he nailed him! And now taking him around, shoving Allen over as Marcus tries to return to the ring ALLEN KICKS HIM OFF!!
Jim: DAVIS hurt! And Allen to the side! Looking for the Moonsault!?
Sean: MARCUS KICKS OUT THE BACK OF HIS LEGS! JESTER CRASHED TO THE APRON!!
[Allen falls off the side as Davis takes him up to wheel the Clown and send him launching right into the ring! The fans popping for his agility, Marcus leaps to the apron with a single jump, and grabbing the top goes right into the slingshot to fly over the side and drive his shoulder right into Jester's chest! Marcus rolls up to throw out the elbow and land it slamming into the knees!!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: DAVIS relentless as he takes that knee and torques it, falling to drop in the elbow again! Cranks the twist to inside as he has that leglace in, Marcus Davis going right to the ground game as Jester up and snarling, already starting to kick him off!
Sean: Jester stomping Marcus off his leg, and Davis forced to let go.
Jim: But JCA still coming, does not take advantage nor go for the ropes!
Sean: And Marcus with the catch and step belly to BELLY suplex laying Jester flat!!
Jim: Marcus with the floatover hooks the leg has the pin-
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NO! A KICKOUT AT ONE!!
Jim: Marcus trying again Jester kicks right out! Eyes into the FACE of Marcus Davis and GOUGES HIM TIGHT!
[FANS BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Marcus shouting out, oh that's disgusting but should we have expected anything less! And Jester Chad Allen now with the arm and irish whip to slingshot Davis across the ring, Marcus sent right into the corner!
[Jester charges screaming and leaps to smash himself right into Davis! The fans boo as JCA shouts "Iris!" and floors Marcus with a right hand! Davis goes down against the corner and Jester steps on his face, nailing the facewash! He steps back on the face and shoves the facewash again!! The crowd is booing and Jester Chad Allen reaches down to wrap the double arm in, pulling Marcus away from the ropes and leaps to sit out smashing the DDT into the mat!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: NAILED HIM!! AND JESTER NOT EVEN ELECTING TO GO FOR THE COVER!
Sean: Jester turning Marcus over and just blasting away at his face!! Davis trying to cover up, JCA beating him down with pure rage!
Jim: This is a World Title Qualifier but I don't think Jester cares! Dragging Marcus up and runs to THROW HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!!
[HUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: DAVIS SENT TO THE FLOOR!! AND JESTER RIGHT OVER THE SIDE!!
Jim: FALLING SPLASH!! AND HE DROVE HIMSELF INTO THE FLOOR AS WELL!!!!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[The fans are yelling as Jester crawls up, body wracked with pain and Marcus tries to stay conscious, holding onto the side of the ring apron for support. Jester sneers around, looking for a weapon as he reaches under the ring! Marcus pulls himself up, and taking the legs quickly falls back to catapult JCA up right into the bottom of the ring!!]
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHAT THE- MARCUS CAUGHT HIM!
Jim: And I don't think I've EVER anyone use the underneath the ring as a weapon! But Marcus dragging him out, steps around the legs and HE HAS A FIGURE FOUR APPLIED AT RINGSIDE!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Marcus Davis really just hanging on for desperation at this point. He is buying himself some time while winding down JCA and keeping the focus on those legs, those legs that he took out with a tremendous high kick earlier on.
Jim: Well JCA coming back and beginning to punch away! Jester punching at Marcus and beating him back, trying to fight and claw, tooth and nail out of this hold!
Sean: Allen in danger but that's when he's at his worst! Marcus Davis can take no more! Jester breaking free and still on the attack, claws to Marcus into the eyes!!
[Davis rips Jester up and spinebusters him into the side of the ring!!!]
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: MARCUS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE! AND JESTER FINALLY DOWN!
Jim: And all Jester can think about is the loss of his lovely Iris.
Sean: Jester getting up! And moving to the railing, PULLING THE RAILING OFF ITS HINGES!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: JESTER PULLING THE RAILING SECTION APART! AND SCREAMING OUT!!! HE HAS LOST IT!
Sean: WHAT LITTLE HE HAD LEFT TO BEGIN WITH!!!
[Jester throws the railing down and screams as he goes for the fans who rush out of his way! Allen grabs a chair and throws it high over his head! He grabs another one and tosses it into the ring! Marcus is recovering as he can only watch, Jester pulling up another chair and sending it flying!! JCA screams out and chucks a few seats over, then grabbing another, proceeds to head for the ring just as Marcus dives through the side to smash the forearm Suicida right into Jester Chad Allen!!!]
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: MARCUS NAILS HIM!! JESTER IS DOWN!!!!!
Sean: Davis pulling out all the stops as he wants to win this match! Marcus Davis can waste no time! He is heading already back for the ring, Jester in tow and chucks the Wicked Clown inside, Marcus now scrambling in, pulls up the leg and kicks the back of the knee! Tilting the man over, half crab on Jester who rolls to kick Davis away once again!
Jim: Marcus off balance, coming to right himself JCA into the dive roll comes up CLOTHESLINE MARCUS OFF HIS FEET!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: DAVIS knocked down! And Jester signaling out... going for the top rope! Could we see a hardcore Whoopie Cushion!? JCA to the top AND MARCUS BACK UP!!
[Davis runs and leaps to the top rope, hooks Jester Chad Allen in the butterfly and shoves off using all his strength to hit the Superplex sending both men flying at the mat!!]
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: TOP ROPE BUTTERFLY SUPERPLEX ON JCA!!!
Sean: MARCUS DAVIS NEARLY THREW HIM ACROSS THE RING!!!!
[Davis sits up, the fans cheering in Georgia as Jester Chad Allen sits up and falls back down. Marcus pushes over, quickly as he can to secure the leg and rolls back holding JCA for the pin!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: NOOOOOOOOO!!! JESTER GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!
[Marcus pulls him over, hooking him backwards over his shoulder and turning around throws him right down on his stomach with the Gourdbuster! The audience pops as Jester shakes, and Marcus steps to take the arm and wind it around his leg, diving forward to hook the opposite and takes Jester right over on his shoulders!!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: JESTER GETS OUT!!!
Jim: Marcus rolling backwards! Jester to his feet, turning around here comes Davis!
Sean: YAKUZA KICK!!!
Jim: DUCKED! AND JESTER WITH THE STANDING MOONSAULT TO TAKE DAVIS DOWN!
Sean: JESTER WITH THE LEGS!! UP AND MARCUS HIGH INTO THE AIR! WHEELBARROW- NOO!! DAVIS FLYING DOWN AND TAKING JCA WITH HIM INTO THE ROLL AND COMES UP HE HAS THE PIN ON ALLEN!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: JESTER KICKED OUT! HE NEARLY LOST IT!
[Jester screams and slams the mat! He gets up and throws a fist but Marcus ducks, lifts JCA and dives down to smash the Uranage Slam!! The ring shakes as the fans go wild! Marcus rolls back, getting up to size Chad over and looking for the Sudden Stop, moves in but Allen grips his jaw and spikes the split jawbreaker!]
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MARCUS DAZED! AND JESTER FROM BEHIND GRABS ON THE HEAD AND RUNS HIM AT THE BUCKLES!!
Jim: DAVIS TO HIS KNEES!! AND JESTER SENT INTO THE CORNER INSTEAD!
Sean: MARCUS WITH THE HEAD SPINS JCA AROUND TAKING HIM INTO THE AIR AND SUDDEN STOP!! SUDDEN STOP! HE NAILED JESTER ON THE TOP OF HIS SKULL!!!
[Davis sits up, looking like hell and he lays back down across Chad to hook the leg and call for the pin!]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: MARCUS DAVIS CAN'T BELIEVE IT! JESTER CHAD ALLEN STILL COMING!!
[Jester is shouting "Iris Iris!" as tears are streaming down his face! The tears ruining his makeup, JCA tries to see as he fights to get up, and Marcus meets him with a forearm to the face! Jester goes stumbling and Davis throws the spinning roundhouse kick to knock Allen clear into the ropes! JCA comes off the side and Marcus hauls him upside down to drive him right on his brain with the Michinoku Driver!!]
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: ALLEN SPIKED RIGHT ON HIS HEAD! AND ONCE AGAIN MARCUS MUSCLING HIM OVER FOR THE PIN!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: ALLEN KICKED OUT! AND STILL FIGHTING TO GET TO HIS FEET!
Jim: MARCUS WITH THE KICK! ALLEN BLOCKED!
Sean: JESTER THROWING THE FIST! HE WILDLY MISSED ON THAT ONE!!
Jim: DAVIS WITH THE ARMS FULL NELSON AND BRIDGING DRAGON SUPLEX!
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: HAS BOTH LEGS, TYING THEM UP AND SHOOTING IN TO TAKE ALLEN OVER HIS HEAD! LOOKING FOR THE LEG CRADLE BURNING HAMMER NO JCA HAS HIS HEAD SLIDES FRONT TO SEND DAVIS OVER WITH THE SNAPMARE!
Jim: DAVIS UP! ALLEN SCREAMING AND CHARGES RIGHT AT HIM!
Sean: MARCUS DUCKS AND THROWING CHAD INTO THE AIR! CATCHES HIS FACE
AND
****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!****
GO TO SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: OHHHH!! AND MARCUS DAVIS WITH THE LEG AND
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
****DINGDINGDINGDINGD!!!!!****
Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! "THE DREAM" MARCUS DAVIS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: GO TO SLEEP AND THE DREAM WINS! HE ADVANCES TO THE WORLD TITLE TOURNAMEN
Sean: ALLEN ON DAVIS! CHOKEHOLD!! CHOKEHOLD!!!
[FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: JESTER CHAD ALLEN STRANGLING THE DREAM! MARCUS FIGHTING TO GET FREE!
Sean: I THINK ALLEN'S TRYING TO KILL HIM!!!
[The fans are roaring as the Referee shouts for help and JCA squeezes the air from Marcus's lungs, cutting off the neck as Davis begins to go dreary. Allen wraps the bicep in under the throat and pulls to strain as Road Agents and Officials rush to ringside! Johnny Pain runs down followed by El Rey Futuro and both slide in to try and pull Jester and Davis apart but Allen won't relinquish! He hangs on as Pain is beating into him to get him free, and El Rey tries to get one hand in and create some space so Marcus can breathe! The fans are roaring as Jester takes the abuse, determined to share his pain with Marcus Davis!!!]
Sean: ALLEN HAS A BROKEN HEART AND NOW HE'S TRYING TO BREAK MARCUS'S TOO!
Jim: HE'S TRYING TO STOP HIS HEART! AND REFEREES PRYING THE ARM FROM DAVIS'S THROAT AND AGENTS DRAGGING ALLEN FROM THE RING!!!!!
Sean: JESTER FIGHTING AND BEING CARRIED OUT OF HERE!! MARCUS DAVIS IS OUT!!
Jim: HERE COMES THE MEDICS AND IN QUICK TO GIVE THIS MAN SOME AIR!! AND CODE OF HONOR CAN ONLY LOOK ON IN SHOCK!
[Davis is down with the oxygen mask over his face and suddenly his lungs swell as he comes to, gripping at the plastic as Jimmy tries to tell him to keep still. Johnny is fuming as he stares ahead, watching the insane Jester being literally carried to the back, still in rampage mode. It takes a dozen Security guards to haul Jester up the aisle and Pain kicks the ropes in frustration. El Rey is hovering over Marcus Davis as more EMTs rush down to the ring, wheeling a stretcher and a gurney in case Davis can't walk on his own.]
Jim: And what we've just seen, is the complete and total breakdown of one man's psyche. Marcus Davis will advance to Wrestlebowl but Jester Chad Allen... is anyone safe after what we've just witnessed? Losing Iris has set him off the deep end!
Sean: Yeah I don't know, I certainly don't feel safe. It's true she has no idea who Jester is, the man who was her fiancee up until her nasty attack at the hands of Angst. And now, with no recollection as to who Chad Allen even is, Iris Galiver has torn away whatever shred of sanity Chad had left. I don't think any one of us is safe.
Jim: No kidding, and just in time for Valentine's Day. Keep that monster away from me. I can't believe even he would, would try to do something like that to Marcus Davis, who may never be the same again. I hope he's okay he could have suffered serious brain damage from almost being strangled to death.
Sean: No kidding. And the EMTs helping him up it does look like he can stand-
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Oh thank heavens. And we will be right back ladies and gentlemen, your winner Marcus Davis here on SPW Conquest!
[As the camera suddenly cuts backstage we see an already showered and dressed Sammy Knight, duffel bag slanged over his shoulder, on his way towards the parking lot area. Knight is wearing a black beanie, black hooded sweatshirt and an oversized pair of black sweatpants. Knight, with iPod buds carefully tucked underneath his beanie is playing with his iPhone 3g S when he is suddenly interrupted by an overzealous and eager Mandy Appleton.]
Mandy: Sammy! Sammy Knight!
[Running nearly full speed towards him, she nearly runs into him as she taps on his shoulder to gain his attention. An alarmed Knight turns around with a shocked and defensively angry face.]
Mandy: Sammy, I wanted to see if I could get a few words from you.
[Knight gently slides the earbuds out from underneath his beanie.]
Knight: About?
[A very direct and incredibly non-warm response from the father of one.]
Mandy: Your recent actions.
[Silver presses back.]
Mandy: What about them?
[Knight still not budging.]
Mandy: Why Sammy?
[-beat-]
Mandy: Why the interference in the Davis-Viper match?
[-beat-]
Mandy: Are you the newest member of The Family?
[-beat-]
Mandy: Why the leaving mid-match against Pietka and essentially bowing out of the championship match at Wrestlebowl?
[-beat-]
Mandy: The fans want to know.
[After a rapid fire succession of questions from the SPW reporter, Sammy's expression doesn't budge.]
Knight: First of all, _YOU_ are not _MY_ fans. So really you don't
need to be asking me a god-damned thing Mandy.
[A shocked expression comes over her face. Not quite the response that she expected
from Sammy Knight.]
Knight: No offense. But ultimately you're one of _THEM_.
[Now Mandy looks almost appalled, and as she begins to open her mouth to say, "Who,' Knight cuts her off.]
Knight: The machine.
[He pauses.]
Knight: The motherfuckin' status quo.
[Another pause.]
Knight: The 'Gippetto's' of this company.
[He turns to walk away.]
Knight: But since you asked so politely, I will give you a response girl.
[A small smirk is birthed across her face.]
Knight: Consider these last two weeks nothing more than strings being cut from the marionette that _WAS_ Sammy Knight.
[Knight makes a scissor cutting motion with his left hand.]
Knight: And I'm tired Mandy. Tired of following orders 'no questions asked.'
[She squints, trying to understand.]
Knight: Tired of being _PREDICTABLE_.
Tired of smiling when the leaders of this organization show their appreciation for mywork by twisting the knife deeper and deeper into my back.
[Still confused, her expression lets Knight know that she doesn't quite comprehend.]
Knight: You don't need to understand everything. But you need to understand _THIS_ and _ONLY_ this:
[He leans in closer to her.]
Knight: Sammy Knight _IS_ a motherfuckin' problem. And motherfuckers thought I was playing. But I hope each and everyone realize that I'm not.
The chains are off.
[He puts the earbuds back into his ears.]
Knight: Because I ain't gonna do what I'm 'supposed' to do anymore just because...
..._THAT_ game is over.
[Knight turns to walk away, head nodding to the music. Mandy calls out his name to follow-up but Knight ignores her.]
 BARRY BALDWIN |  RICH PATTERSON |
JAMES O'CONNOR
FUSION TITLE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE SPW FUSION TITLE!
INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM WILMINGTON DELAWARE, WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS...
JAAAMES O'COOONORRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[The opening chords of Pillar's "Throwdown" blast through the arena. Gold lights flash in time with the beat.]
"Light it up!"
[Across the gold screen, three black letters light up to a wave of adulation from the crowd.]
J O C
[The video screen blares up the a video of James O'Connor outwrestling a victim flashes up over the glowing screens. Mini Spotlights flash up the scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway.]
"Training day is over
It's been laid on the line
I've given this all I've got
And I'll have my time to shine"
[Under the letters JOC, the wrestling technician himself steps out of the back. "Cunning" James O'Connor steps up out onto the stage and looks across the arena as a chorus of fans cheer their heads off!!]
Sean: We found out earlier tonight that James has used his first blank contract to book himself tonight, and Jim you have to think he's coming down here to make his intentions known.
Jim: The match could be with anyone with any rules he chooses. He could challenge a title, settle old scores...that's a lot of power for one wrestler to have.
"I will settle for no less
Than the best I have to give
Only the strong survive
When they try to take you down"
[James O'Connor surveys the fans from the top of the ramp, raising a fist into the air. He walks purposefully down the aisle, fully intent on the ring. James slows his walk to the ring as the cheers become louder. He wears his black leather jacket and black half tights with a single gold stripe running down each leg, black knee pads and black boots. With a cool look on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with nothing but a wide eyed amazement. The music crashes around him as he slaps a few hands and heads for the ringsteps. He climbs the stairs and makes his way along the ring apron's edge, dusting his boots in a show of respect.]
"Toe to toe and pound for pound
It's time to step up it's time to throw down!
There's nothing you say that could ever fade me
Serving up another lesson learned
Light it up and let the fire burn"
[James O'Connor stands in the center of the apron glow, illuminated as he raises his SOW Warrior Title Belt and yells out, inciting the crowd! Slamming a hand on the belt he runs his mouth. JOC swings a leg and steps into the ring. The lights begin to rise as JOC raises a fist into the air. A striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house leading his entrance theme like the burning fire in O'Connor's's eyes streaming out across the arena.]
"There's nothing you say that could ever change me
Toe to toe and pound for pound
It's time to step up it's time to throw down!"
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[James hops down as he grabs a mic from Steve Stone, ready to address the Atlanta faithful.]
JOC: The last time I stood in this ring, I was in here with a true legend. Fighting in the first match of 2010 is an honor, and to do so standing across from Dave Pietka...
[PIETKA POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JOC: ...was a hell of a challenge. Dave gave me everything I could handle, and I'd like to think I gave it right back. It could have been, it SHOULD have been, a great match. Unfortunately, Scott Starring and the Power Structure just couldn't leave well enough alone.
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!]
JOC: Scott, I don't know if you're watching this at home or not, but I want to make something clear to you. You bitched about my spot on the roster, gave me a concussion hours before my first pay per view main event, and cained me to hell and back at Halloween Scream. As odd as it may seem, Scott, I didn't mind a damn bit of it.
[He adjusts the belt on his shoulder.]
JOC: Oh, don't get me wrong, I was plenty pissed at your cowardly ambushes, but I knew in my heart that you attacked me from behind because you knew I'd kick your ass in the ring. All I needed was my shot, my time in the ring against you without excuses, to pay you back tenfold for all the damage you've inflicted upon me.
[James shakes his head.]
JOC: That can't happen now, though. You got your dumb-ass fired and deprived ME of the payback that was rightfully mine. Well know this, Scott - you're not off the hook. If you ever, EVER, step foot into Shootfire Pro again, so help me I will CHOKE YOU THE FUCK OUT!
[OBSCENITY POP!!!!!]
[James even seems a little surprised by his outburst, taking a short breath before continuing.]
JOC: Now, my mentor always taught me that no experience is worthless if you learn something. I think this whole thing with Scott really taught me two important lessons.
[He holds up one finger.]
JOC: First, I can't sit back and wait for management to magically grant me what matches I want. I don't blame Gideon Cain for firing Scott...he had it coming. But it never should have gotten to that point. I should have taken my payback by force instead of waiting for Steve Greedy to sign off on a match with one of his cronies. By waiting too long, I denied myself the very revenge I wanted. This can not happen any longer.
[A second finger.]
JOC: I also learned that blindsiding someone in a hallway is not only tolerated, but has somehow become THE way to get ahead in this company. Not a Conquest goes by without someone winding up in a heap thanks to some cheap shot or another, and more often than not whoever did it gets something they want - a title match, a promotion, whatever.
JOC: I mean, hell, look at the Fusion Championship match tonight. On one side, you have Barry Baldwin...
[CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JOC: ...who is as straight forward and honorable as anyone I've met here. Barry's a true champ willing to prove his mettle to anyone who wants a piece. On the other side, you've got this punk Rich Patterson...
[JEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
JOC: ...who was last seen getting himself intentionally disqualified in a match he was losing, then jumping Barry just as he finished laying down an open challenge.
[He holds out an arm off to his side in a shrugging motion.]
JOC: Really? THAT'S who's going to be The General's first challenger? Someone who takes the easy way out when he's losing and prefers sneak attacks to a simple "You're on"? Is THAT who you want representing your company as a champion?
[James smirks at the few stray "NOOOO"s from the crowd.]
JOC: I don't think so. Now I respect Barry and don't begrudge him his revenge. If he wants to beat the hell out of Patterson for what he did, that's his right. Still, I think Barry deserves better, Shootfire deserves better, and you fans sure as hell deserve better. And that's why I paid a visit to Samantha Bevins earlier today...to cash in my first Deathwish contract and challenge for the Fusion Title TONIGHT!
[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!!]
JOC: It's time to stop rewarding these assholes who can't man up in the ring. You think you're ready to be Fusion champ, Rich? Then you'd better bring something more than barbed wire and a good hiding spot. You have to be prepared for anything, from a tough bastard to someone who will do everything in his power to make you tap out. The champ, he has the heart. Me, I have the talent. The question is, Rich, do you have...
[The crowd joins in with gusto.]
JOC: ...THE CUNNING?!
[James drops the mic as "Throwdown" blares over the announce system. The sound of a heartbeat fills the arena, and with each beat the lights get dimmer, and dimmer, and dimmer, until reaching darkness – at which point, a woman’s scream pierces through the PA system, and all that can be seen throughout the arena is the message across the Titantron…]
Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM LAS CRUCES MEXICO, WEIGHING IN AT 243 POUNDS, THIS IS THE BAD SEED...
RICH PATTERSON!!!!
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
”Hot lava
On the always
Make ready to burn
What the hell is in your
Lost and your found
Got lotta those time
Some owner lost
He wants nothin' but the kick underground”
Patton: May God have mercy on their souls, because I won't.
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[After a moment, the opening guitar riff to "One" by Metallica begins to play as the lights come up and out from the backstage steps "The General" Barry Baldwin - a Caucasian male in his mid-forties with long black hair and some scruffy facial hair to match. On his right shoulder, the Fusion Championship. The giant golden plated strap is shining clean with Baldwin's name under the blue and red globe. Holding it by its black studded leather, The General is wearing green/brown camo pants with black boots and black athletic tape wrapped around his wrists along with a camo flak jacket.]
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
"I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me"
[Smoke begins to billow across the top of the stage as the sound system rings out with machine gun fire and explosions (which are accompanied with physical pyro) and the sound of an approaching helicopter. Baldwin removes his helmet, he also has black painted lines under his eyes. He raises the Title straight up and fireworks spray out of the fog clouds behind him!!]
[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
["The General" walks down the aisle and slaps hands with fans along both sides. As he passes the camera, he takes a moment to give it a proper salute]
"Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now"
[By this point, "The General" is at ringside and climbs up on the apron to enter inside the ring. The music fades as ring announcer Steve Stone lifts his cards up]
Steve Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENT... Shootfire Pro Wrestling FUSION CHAMPION... He hails from Brooklyn, NY and weighs in tonight at two hundred and sixty-five pounds...
THE GENERAL...
BARRRYYYYYYYYYYY
BALDDDDWINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!
["The General" removes his flak jacket, leaving it in the corner as he steps out and raises a hand in the air]
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
***DINGDINGDING!***
[CROWD CHEERS!!!]
Jim: All three men feeling each other out, Barry Baldwin and Rich Patterson were not expecting James O'Connor to interject himself into this match. Patterson clotheslines James' head off his shoulders! James looked away for a second towards Baldwin and he paid for it!
Sean: James back up and turns into Baldwin, headbutt to the bridge of the nose! O'Connor stumbles backwards into Patterson, elbow smash to the side of the face!
Chance: James is being pinballed around the ring, he wanted to enter the Fusion Title match at the last second and try to throw everyone else. Now he's paying for it, although...that's the kind of smarts I look for in a partner, he picked his spot wisely!
Sean: Baldwin spins O' Connor around, scoop slam in the middle of the ring! Baldwin off the ropes, elbow drop to the sternum of O' Conner! Baldwin back up to his feet quickly and looking at Patterson, Rich sneering and jerking James back up to his feet, body slam! Patterson drops a knee across the chest of James!
Jim: The Bad Seed in charge, gutwrenching JOC up into the air for the powerbomb- JAMES HITS THE FACEBUSTER OUTTA THE AIR!!!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Baldwin over and dragging up Rich Patterson, and smashes him with a European Uppercut!
Jim: Bad Seed to the canvas, JOC going up top!!
Sean: What is this?
Jim: Baldwin going to hook Patterson the double underhook backbreaker and these fans here in the Georgia Dome know what this is all about!
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Looking for that double underhook backbreaker no! Rich pulls out and goes to the face!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Chance: HA ha ha hahaha.
Jim: Bad Seed wheeling the Champ around and sends him into the buckles!! OHH!! JAMES FELL DOWN HARD! STUCK ON THE TOP!!
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Chance: Someone just got evicted from the high-rent district.
[James flips over and falls inside the ring as Baldwin turns around and Rich runs him over a scream, nailing a clothesline!!]
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: And that is why this man is just so powerful and dangerous inside our four corners! The Bad Seed just killing them.
Sean: Patterson pops back up to his feet pulling James, with him. He throws him between the ropes to the floor, and it's down to Baldwin and Patterson now! Both men in the face of each other, and I don't even want to imagine what they're saying to each other! Forearm shiver to the jaw of Baldwin! Baldwin returns fire with a forearm of his own! Rich connects again! Baldwin firing back! These two heavy hitters aren't holding anything back and continue to unload on each other!
[HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Chance: Both men with a good jaw, that's important as well. If I'm going to choose one of these guys as my partner, they need to be as tough as I am.
Jim: So you haven't even picked your partner yet!?
Chance: Of course I have, I'm just...ya know...scouting
Sean: Baldwin rocking Patterson! Forearm, forearm, forearm! Patterson knocked back into the ropes, Irish Whip! PATTERSON OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! O' CONNOR PULLED DOWN THE TOP ROPE AS HE GOT UP ONTO THE APRON!
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Baldwin charges in on O' Connor! James ducks between the ropes and catches him with a shoulderblock to the midsection! Baldwin stumbles away, James rushes to the corner and climbs to the top, Barry turns around...MISSILE DROPKICK!
Sean: First cover of the match! James hooking the leg!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean: The General kicks out! O'Connor drags him back up, European Uppercut! Baldwin is rocked! Another! NO! THE GENERAL MOVED OUT OF THE WAY, HOOKS JAMES' ARM! BACKSLIDE!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jim: James kicks out! O'Connor up to his feet first, inside knee lift to the stomach of Baldwin! James runs him back into the ropes, whips him across the ring, PATTERSON GRABS THE LEG OF BALDWIN! Barry's face smashed off the canvas and Rich pulls him out of the ring! FOREARM SHOT FROM RICH!
Chance: The elusive 5th Baldwin brother is fighting back with forearms of his own! I think these two men, don't really care for each other.
Sean: James rushes into the ropes, sprints across the ring, DIVES THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A TOPE ELBOW SUICIDA! PATTERSON JERKED BARRY INTO THE PATH OF O' CONNOR AND GOT OUT OF THE WAY!
Jim: The Cunning just took the General out of action, Patterson grabs O' Connor by the back of the head and THROWS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! The referee dives out of the ring and gets in Patterson's way! He's warning him, this is Pure rules!
Chance: Oh come on, Pure rules! You know that's Barry's plan! He knows that Patterson is a beast! He's put him at a handicap before the match even starts taking out half his arsenal! Some great, respectable, hard fighting champion Baldwin is! And you know, I respect that...make your opponent fight your style. That's why Barry would be a great partner for me. That and he is from New York, that's a huge plus in his favor!
Sean: Rich looks like he wants to tear the official's head from his shoulders and he probably could! Patterson rolls O' Connor back into the ring and climbs in after him, standing over his back and pulling James' head back! STIFF CROSS FACE FOREARMS! Rich is battering the skull of O'Connor with those shots! He's trying to knock him out cold!
Jim: Baldwin rolls back into the ring, Rich catches him with a knee lift to the face before he could get back up to his feet! The Bad Seed pulls Baldwin back up to his feet, into a standing head scissors! Patterson pulls Baldwin up POWER BOMB INTO THE CORNER!
"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Sean: Patterson backs across from Baldwin in the corner, he's loading up to kick Barry's head through corner! Patterson charges, ROLLING KOPPOU KICK FROM O' CONNOR! PATTERSON RAN STRAIGHT INTO IT! Patterson rolls away holding his mouth, Baldwin back up, O'Connor levels him with another European Uppercut! Baldwin on rubbery legs!
Jim: Baldwin doesn't know where he is James rearing back for the fist! And lands it! Lands it! And a third! MISSED!!
Sean: BALDWIN IN CONTROL AND DECKS JOC TO HIS ASS!!
Jim: AND BARRY DRAGGING UP RICH PATTERSON FOR THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!!
[James comes running and Barry ducks and shoots up to backdrop JOC over his head!! O'Connor goes tumbling and the fans pop! Baldwin lifts Rich Patterson into the air and jams the backbreaker! James jumps to the second rope as Barry gets up and JOC comes off the springboard cross kick to smash The General right upside the head!!]
[HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: OH HE GOT HIM!! AND JAMES O'CONNOR SHOUTING OUT TO THE SPW FANS!!
"JOC!!!" "JOC!!!" "JOC!!!" "JOC!!!""JOC!!!"
Chance: Maybe he should be MY tag team partner!
Jim: These fans love him here in Georgia!
Chance: Maybe not!
Sean: JOC having laid out the Fusion Champ, and now looking to take this one home!
Chance: James catches Baldwin with a belly to belly! PATTERSON RUSHES TO HIS FEET AND CATCHES JAMES FROM BEHIND! Wait, got a text message hold on...
Jim: COME ON, CHANCE! PATTERSON WITH A BELLY TO BACK ON O' CONNOR WHO TAKES BALDWIN OVER WITH A BELLY TO BELLY!
***WWHHHAAAAMMMM!!!!***
Sean: The ring just shook with the impact! Patterson looking down at both his opponents trying to figure out who's worse for wear! Rich drags Baldwin back up to his feet, he cradles his leg! HE PULLS HIM UP FOR THE NEAR LIFE EXPERIENCE! BALDWIN PUSHES OFF RICH'S SHOULDER AND LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND HIM! BARRY SPINS PATTERSON AROUND, KICK TO THE MIDSECTION! FRONT FACE LOCK, JAMES STUMBLES UP, BARRY HOOKS HIM AS WELL! DDT ON BOTH MEN!
[CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Aww man, you just, you just gotta take them both on and that's what you do. Barry Baldwin proving ever the Ring General as military. What a pro.
Sean: Yes indeed and no kidding, Barry able to land both his contenders with a double DDT.
Jim: Patterson stumbles back up to his feet quickly in the corner, he's got no idea where he is!
Chance: Atlanta, even I know that.
Jim: Baldwin charges in with a clothesline! Bad Seeds is rocked! Baldwin hooks the arms of Rich, double underhook suplex into the middle of the ring! James holding the back of his head, up to his feet, Baldwin catches him from behind...lifts him into the air and a BIG ATOMIC DROP! Baldwin rushes past O' Conner and hits the ropes, Lariat!
[FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Baldwin taking control of the situation! He grabs the legs of O' Connor! He's looking for the Boston Crab! Trying to turn O' Connor over, he could get him!
Chance: Patterson catches Baldwin with a Full Nelson from behind! ENIGMA! He just planted Baldwin's skull into the canvas!
Sean: Patterson back up, he's going for the cover! SCHOOL BOY FROM O' CONNOR!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[HUGE POP!!!!!!!!]
3!!!!!!!!!!! No! Two! Two! Patterson kicked out! Patterson back up and clothesline! No, James ducks it! Boot to the midsection from the Cunning! O' Connor with a whip into th-NO Patterson's too strong, he reverses it, he pulls James DIVINE COMEDY!
Sean: O' Conner was just planted into the canvas! Rich stands back up, Baldwin lunges forward with a forearm to the stomach, SWINGING NECKBREAKER!
Chance: Hold on I need to take this call.
[Chance stands up from the announcer's booth and moves around to the ringside area, raising the cell to his ear and pacing back and forth slightly as he talked.]
Jim: What a jerk!
Sean: Baldwin drags O' Connor back up to his feet...double underhooks both his arms! THIS COULD BE IT! HE LIFTS O' CONNER UP OVER HIS SHOULDER! SHOULDERBREAKER! BALDWIN RETAINS THE TITLE!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3------------------
[CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Chance just pulled the referee out of the ring! HE WHIPS THE OFFICIAL INTO THE RING STEPS!
Sean: OH WHAT GIVES!? WHAT THE HELL!!
***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!***
Jim: There will be fines and suspensions for that!
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: Chance slides in behind Baldwin! NO! Not like this! Baldwin standing back up! He's got no idea what's happening! Fortuna is waiting on him! Barry turns around! INVERTED FULL NELSON! LAST CHANCE! LAST CHANCE! Baldwin is out cold!
[MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: Chance is dragging Patterson on top of Baldwin! Fortuna just ruined an incredible match!
Sean: Fortuna dives out of the ring gloating, but it may have backfired! There's no official! Chance knocked the other referee out! He just realized his mistake!
Jim: It looks like we know who Chance Fortuna's new tag team partner is!
[Patterson lifts his head, but doesn't see a Referee! Chance is dragging the Official up, and throws him inside! Rich yells as the Referee weakly lifts his head- and begins a count!! James O'Connor sits up, rolling over to a shoulder as he grabs his face.]
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3-BALDWIN KICKS OUT!!!!
[FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: And Chance cannot believe it
Sean: James O'Connor getting up and staring out, Rich Patterson getting up and James charging right at him! FLYING SHINING WIZARD!
[CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: DUCKED!
Sean: PATTERSON TURNING AND CHARGING JAMES! THROWS THE LARIAT!!
Jim: O'CONNOR DUCKING AND TOSSING PATTERSON OVER THE SIDE!!
[FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: JOC HAS THROWN HIM OUT! TURNS AROUND AND BARRY WITH THE INSIDE CRADLE!!
1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
****DINGDINDINDINGDINGDINGDING!!!****
Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! AND STIIIILLL SPW FUSION CHAMPION THE GENERAL...
BARRY! BAAAAAAAAAAALLLDWWIIIIIIINNN!!!!!!!
[CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
[Barry gets up with fists raised as he looks for the sky, shouting out to the heavens! The fans cheer and clap, applauding and Chance and Rich both slide right into the ring and attack the Champ!!]
[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS! CHANCE WITH A KICK AND PATTERSON LAYS HIM OUT WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!
[CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Jim: RICH TAKING BALDWIN UP AND HOLDING HIM HIGH FOR THE PILEDRIVER! CHANCE WITH HIS LEGS!! OHHH!!!
Sean: AND STUFFS THE PILEDRIVER AS HARD AS HE CAN! BALDWIN IS OUT!!
Jim: Baldwin IS out and he is not moving, and Rich and Chance still laying in the boots as the Georgia Dome on their feet! They don't like this and-
["Deepest Bluest" kicks up over the PA as Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet rush out from the back! The World Tag Champs run down the aisle as Chance lays in a final boot, and Rich drops to pull himself out to the floor. Fortuna runs and dives over the top, flipping to land on the ground as Monet slides inside, Christian diving in to break up the attack! Marissa Monet and Eddie Christian get up to make damn sure Patterson and Fortuna do not try to get back inside!]
[FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: The Bad Seed and Lucky Chance Fortuna unable to do serious damage to The General and James O'Connor, but luckily the World Tag Champs nearby to come in and make the save for their friend and fellow Champion. Marissa Monet and Eddie Christian looking out for Baldwin and O'Connor, that is the Shootfire Army in that ring, and they will not take people like Fortuna and The Bad Seed putting one or both of their own out of the federation.
["Sensuous" Samantha Bevins walks out onto the stage with a microphone. The crowd are still going insane for the tag team champions!!!]
SSB: Alright, alright! That's enough! BREAK IT UP!
[Samantha waves her right hand around.]
SSB: You guys want to fight? You've got it! Next Conquest, Marissa Monet and Eddie Christian will defend their tag team championships... against Chance Fortuna and Rich Patterson! That's all!
[CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Sean: WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES ON THE LINE NEXT WEEK!!
Jim: "Sensuous" Sam laying down the law! We will have our New Champs defending in the main event!
Sean: That should be incredible to see. Ladies and Gentlemen we are desperately outta time! For Jack Sharp, Jim Monroe, Toxic Shock and Mandy Appleton this is Sean O'Brady saying good night from The Georgia Dome, we will see you next time on Conquest!
[Chance Fortuna runs his mouth as he backs up the aisle, Rich Patterson glaring dead ahead. Inside the ring, Marissa Monet and Eddie Christian give it right back, telling them they'll wipe the mat with them when they get the chance. The fans are cheering as the World Tag Champs go to the turnbuckles.]
[MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
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