____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ ______________________________________________________________ \____SHOOTFIRE PRO___________________________________________/ | \ \ \ / \ / / | / \ \ / \ / / | _________/ ________ \ \/ \/ / \ /______/ \_______\ / / \ \ / / /\__________ \ _____/\ / / \_______/ \ \ \ / / \ \ \ /\ / |___________________|_________|______\_____/ \_____/ |_____________________________________WRESTLING_®___| V/O: For over ten years and going strong... SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING has provided the most cutting edge high impact sports entertainment in the world today- [The scene changes to a clip from the first ever SPW PPV Halloween Scream where Shootfire wrestlers battle inside a Steel Thunderdome Cage on fire! Dylan Dice, with his back on fire is just about to grab the SPW Heavyweight Championship, but "Flaming" Bob Muretic, literally on fire, hanging from the outside of the thundercage, grabs the belt a split second before Dice and falls off of the side of the cage in a burning mass as Dice falls down to crash to the canvas! The crowd screams, as Flaming Bob becomes the very first Shootfire Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion!!!] Steve Stone: And your winner, and SHOOTFIRE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... "FLAMING" BOB MURETIC!!! "God told me! I've already Got the Life..." Mike Waldrop: Kill, or be Killed!! [Roddy Taylor, AntiGod, The Stallion and Nick Payne are brawling on a wooden scaffolding high above the ring as then-commissioner Jack Macmillian's hooded thugs in The Dominion chop the supports down with axes, causing all four wrestlers to plummet to the ring below!!!!] GB: CYA Lata SUCKAS! "Welcome to the jungle, Watch it bring you to your- It's gonna bring you down-HA!" [Jeff Keenan jumping off a steel ladder hitting the "Quicktryke" Snake eyes legsweep on Vile Vince Viper all the way down through a glass coffee table, glass flying everywhere in a tremendous crash as Keenan and VVV are covered in shards and blood, Chicago rising to their feet in the HCW Arena!!] JPV: All Eyes on Me!! Adam Cage: Because I'm Adam Cage- and you're not!!! [Vile Vince Viper has Corey Irons pinned with a back suplex as both wrestlers lay with shoulders on the mat in a cage that just expoded sending drifts of smoke throughout times square, the 5 Phases of Death Match having counted down to a mega explosion! At the last possible second, Irons kicks out to win the SPW Trophy Cup at the conclusion of the Shootfire: Violent Ascension Tour!] Sabbath: I am the Devil... and I'm here to do the Devil's Work!" AsH: CAN YOU FEEL IT!? "I'm not trying to make a difference" [At Iconoclasm, AsH slams his chest and yells SPW before diving off the buckle with the Air Rage! He leaps into a full arc and spins downwards to spread his arms and spin like a tornado before driving his shoulder into the chest of Adam Cage! AsH rolls off as Andrew Davis sails through the air in a 540 Degree Swanton Bomb!! Andrew crashes into Cage as the fans stand throwing their arms up, AsH and Davis celebrating in the center of the ring!! The fans cheer out and AsH immediately turns to strike his friend upside the jaw with the T3 Superkick, pinning him but Andrew gets his foot under the bottom rope!] Gionet: It's not about how or why- "I bleed it out, dig it deeper just to throw it away!" [As AJ Black yells out, banned wrestler Darin Kisler stabs Steve Greedy in the calf, plunging a knife into his leg! The audience screams in horrified rage as Black stands over Greedy, yelling down and Kisler puts a dollar bill in a cut on Steve's arm, then sets it on fire to burn a cauterized wound in his flesh!!] Gionet: It's all about Do, or Die! Biz: Nothing personal- it's just Bizness!! "What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say I'm not just another one in your place? You're the pretender, what if I say that I'll never surrender?!" [Gionet flies up into the air as time slows down and at the height of his arc his image changes into that of AsH! AsH starts to drop and twists to spread out his arms, twisting downwards in slow motion to shoot out his arms for the Skytwister Press as he suddenly morphs into Scott Starring! Starring rips his legs upside down to fly out into the Shooting Star Press! As he falls he turns into a twisting dive of black changing right into Despair as he flips into a Corkscrew Moonsault!! Despair spins to change into Sammy Knight who lands the Ghetto Stomp straight into a wrestler's back The Biz drives down through the mat with a Kudoh Driver!!!] EVD: IT'S... SHOWTIME!!! "He said yeah you better come out with, both hands up we got you surrounded" Shane Diamond: TEEEEEEAAAAAM!!!! Owen Cage: EEEEEEEEEEEEGGGOOO!!! Sammy Knight: BLOOD IN... BLOOD OUT! [Sammy Knight is held up on the shoulders of the Shootfire Locker room as he celebrates at Wrestlebowl with his world title win, wiping tears of joy from his face as his son Darrion looks on, joined by the raucous crowd, the cheering seventeen thousand fans in Vegas and the millions watching around the word enjoying his victory!!!] "S! P W!!!" "S! P W!!!" "S! P W!!!" "S! P W!!!" "S! P W!!!" Andrew Davis: Welcome to the Age of Andrew Davis! V/O: Shootfire Pro Wrestling: Set the World on Fire! 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At this time in the afternoon, they're usually slow. Maybe a handful of people walk through the doors and sit themselves down where they like. Right now, the only people there apart from the staff are two adults in one of the booths and three people at the bar-top in front of the open kitchen. The grill cook appears to be finishing up a couple of big sandwiches and setting them in front of one of the folks at the bar-top, along with a fresh bottle of Iron City Beer. A pair of hands take a hold of a huge hunk of sandwich and attempts to shove the damn thing down his throat. ...c'mon, kiddies. If you paid attention at Charity Carnage, you'd already know who we're dealing with. As the sandwich comes down, the guy looks at the camera with a smile... and what looks to be a piece of coleslaw sticking to his chin.] D. Pietka: ...I told you I wanted a fuckin' Pittsburger! [Not-So-Fresh off his win against Chad Allen at Charity Carnage, Pietka's got a rather 'larger-than-usual' smile on his face as he tears into his sandwich again. As he chews, with a sound of contentment that usually only cats can make somehow emitting from him, he just nods at the camera... almost as if he thinks he doesn't have to say anything at all, for once.] D. Pietka: That was an amazing night, wasn't it? Just like I had promised, too. No fuckin' kneeling, no divine intervention, nothing but the solid facts of reality hitting Chaddy on the top of his clownie noggin. ...even Gods can bleed. ...even Gods can die. ...and just because you say you're a God, doesn't make it so. [That wolfish smile comes back on Pietka's face as he brings his Pittsburger back to his lips, but stops short. A moment later, he sets it down and turns to face the camera.] D. Pietka: Let me speak plainly about this for a spell. This all started over a damn nickname I seldom used. Seldom, until Chad decided to get up in arms about. The names I give myself are just that, kiddies... names. You folks at home are the ones who decided which ones stick and which ones I should kick myself in the ass for thinking about, and believe me, I've had my fair share of those. But Chad Allen decided to attack me over a name. A name that I had used long before I ever even heard of him. A name that I had used before whatever thump to the skull he took that made him think he was Zeus on Olympus. A name that reflects me, part of my wrestling style, and the high standards I hold myself to. A name that I did give myself... but I fuckin' earned the right to do it. Chad wanted to validate his little self-given divinity... and he failed. Will it stop him entirely? HAH! I doubt that very much. But, I'd like to think that the next time he comes out with his little entourage... people will probably see him as more of a Marshall Applewhite than any sort of real God. [He turns back to his sandwich and takes another bite. After he swallows that, he turns back to the camera.] D. Pietka: But, of course, it's time to move on with our lives. Chad was a nice little playmate, all things considered... and I always wanted to go into a match with paint on my face. Not necessarily my teeth, mind you! You have any idea how long I tasted that shit after the fight? It kinda gave this weird funky aftertaste when the blood mixed with it, and it lasted for days! But I digress... James O'Connor. ...wasn't he in Boondock Saints? I fuckin' loved that movie. [Pietka pushes the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, chewing slowly while looking at the camera quizitively. As he swallows, he rubs his chin a little before picking up the other half of his first sandwich and taking a large bite out of that, going back to looking at the camera. After he swallows that piece, he sets the half down and rubs his chin again.] D. Pietka: Y'know, James, I'll be as honest with you as I possibly can. I'm gonna impart some of my time-tested wisdom on you, and you can either listen and like it... or listen and not like. I don't care either way. People like to say I love the sound of my own voice... and half of the time, they're right. But this isn't one of those instances. See, while I do enjoy talking and it is a part of what we do... in the end, it won't really matter who says what. Why won't it matter? Can YOU remember what you said weeks ago about someone? Can YOU remember anything I said? Or anyone else on the roster, for that matter. Words are powerful things nearly everywhere... except here. Actions are what's remembered the most. It doesn't come down to what you say. It's what you do that will be recalled by the masses. You could speak in iambic pentameter and construct a perfect poem for your opponent before every match... but it's meaningless without leaving a fist-shaped period in your opponent's head. [Pietka leans forward a little bit, flashing a wily smile.] D. Pietka: So you can imagine my disappointment when I tell you that all I can recall from you are just a few words and no memorable punctuation. Asking everyone if they have "The Cunning" each and every time does make a for a lovely catch-phrase and might sell a t-shirt or two... *his wily smile gets wider* and I know a thing or two about selling t-shirts. But the fact is, James, you're a very unmemorable guy. To me, anyway. Which is messed up when you think about it, because I think you've been doing pretty well, don't you think? You'd think that someone like me would be paying more attention... but I'm not. Here we are, James, about to go head on, and you really don't stand out that much to me. It's not a knock so much as it is a helpful statement. After all, you're dealing with a guy who's not only used to getting people's attention, but I'm so bloody accustomed to it, I tend to go out of my way to make sure people ARE paying attention. So I really hope you are. [Pietka turns away and takes another large bite, and as he swallows, he washes it down with some of his beer. When he starts to speak again, he doesn't bother looking at the camera.] D. Pietka: I've got bigger things in mind for myself, James. You're not an example to be made, you're not a stone to be stepped on, you're not even in my way. Right now, you're just there and you're headed right at me. This is just a small detour that, in the end, won't mean much... 'cause I probably won't even remember it. So, fuck your cunning. I don't need it. [And with that, Pietka starts to focus on the sandwiches in front of him and begins to ignore the camera, until the guy gets the hit and fades out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / JAMES O'CONNOR / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade into the plain white brick wall of Danny Barnes's gym. Standing there, with no t-shirt and unadorned, is "Cunning" James O'Connor. The thirtieth entrant into the "Bring Your Own Weapon" Rumble sports a half smile as he addresses the camera.] JOC: One year ago, I was sitting at home unemployed. That was shortly before a friend of mine would call to let me know a league called the Tri-State Wrestling Federation. If you told me, one year ago, that I would be getting paid to wrestle in front of all sorts of audiences and that they would cheer me on, I would have considered it a great victory. [He looks upwards.] JOC: Fast forward three months. TSWF has closed, but I get a call from my old boss from my DCWL days. He offers me a job with his new employer, a league much larger and with more global influence than any I had previously been a part of. I fight in the tag tournament and earn a Pay Per View win over Clyde Kennedy. Life is pretty good. At that point, if you tell me that I would shoot to the upper echelon of one company and hold a championship in another, I'd ask you if I could have some of whatever drugs you were taking. [A quick laugh at his own unfunny joke. The smile fades.] JOC: So where am I now? I am, as of the time of this taping, the Spirit of Wrestling Warrior Champion. I helped the Shootfire Army earn victory in the Deathwish Cage, with the price of victory forever etched into my skin. I haven't been pinned or made to submit in a one on one match in almost two years. My last match was a rumble where I eliminated four competitors as the last man in, including a bona-fide legend. All this while fighting in seven different countries for one of the best wrestling federations around. A year ago, this is a dream. Nine months ago, it's simply absurd. [He shakes his head.] JOC: Now? Now, it's not enough. I'm beyond moral victories. I am past the point where merely getting my name mentioned with Andrew Davis, where teaming with Sammy Knight, where eliminating Luke Kinsey can be considered a satisfactory result. When my feet touched down on Times Square, the night became a failure. Victory, specifically victory with honor, can be the only acceptable outcome for any match. [The half smile returns.] JOC: Still, I can't help but look at the bright side a little. After all, fighting a dozen or so maniacs with weapons is great preparation for Dave Pietka. [Another chuckle.] JOC: Dave, you are a lot of things I'm not. You're a Hall of Famer. You're a true legend and a master showman. You've defeated more men in your career than I've ever fought. The mere mention of "EVD" will clear a room - for varying reasons. I'm a guy who's done alright for himself but doesn't really inspire much emotion in his opponents, unless you count JPC's homosexual fantasies I guess. You left Times Square a winner, I did not. [He brushes his black hair out of his face.] JOC: Some would say you're impossible to beat, at least unless you're also a legend or a Hall of Famer. Had I not defeated Andrew Davis, maybe I'd be writing myself off too. Had I not stood with Shootfire, fighting through a concussion and ripping myself apart with barbed wire, I might be right there questioning whether I had the will and hardcore toughness to even hang with the Hardcore Godsend. I may even have doubted if I could pull off an upset against a more popular opponent, had I not made Sammy Knight tap. [The half smile slips, replaced by a look of grim determination.] JOC: They all happened, though, and they've given me a whole new perspective. One year ago, Pietka, you would have faced a man who was still trying to find his way. A man who believed in moral victories. A man who would be happy to how up against a legend and pray he didn't embarrass himself. Instead, you'll be facing "Cunning" James O'Connor, Spirit of Wrestling Warrior Champion and Shootfire Army member. I'm not looking for the sidekick role in this match and I'm not playing for second place. It's time to shock the world and derail the Evil Voodoo Army. [A hard smirk.] JOC: It's time to show all of SPW what a difference a year can make. [With this, we fade out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / RICH PATTERSON / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Rich Patterson sits inside a deserted diner, cup of black coffee in front of him, cigarette smouldering in his hand, with notable lacerations along his arm from where the barbed wire was torn from his flesh by Viper] Patterson: Today, it seems, is a good day. I know what you’re thinking, believing that you are in any way smarter than you actually are: “But Patterson didn’t win the Weapons Rumble, he didn’t get a title shot, he should be cursing and yelling because of it.” And that, my friends, is why I am everything you are not – wise, insightful, realistic. You know why today is a good day? [Patterson studies his cigarette for a moment] Today is a good day, because I know that Shayne Grissom is having a very bad day, and it’s all because of me. Grissom went in at Number One, believing he was in some way “better” than everyone else involved, and was starting to believe his own bullshit until I came along, and educated him on why he’s nothing but a jumped up prick with delusions of worth. Just as he thought he could do the impossible, and outlast everyone else, I took that chance from him and he left with nothing, struck with the realisation that all his efforts were in vain. But that, naturally, wasn’t the best part… [Patterson takes a drag of his cigarette] The best part is the knowledge that Shayne Grissom won’t be able to look at himself in the mirror without seeing evidence of my handiwork. He won’t be able to make the pre-teen girls wet when he walks past, because his flesh has been torn, shredded and sliced by yours truly, and his poster boy looks were blurred by his blood pouring out of his empty, empty head. In short, Grissom, you learned that you should always respect your superiors, because when you piss them off they make damn sure they won’t put you firmly in your place, but go out of their way to put you six feet below it. And on the subject of letting people learn a valuable lesson in humility, I come to Quinn Scott. He’s another person who learned that trying to upset the apple cart has consequences. Way back when, I had a match with him and that fossil Baldwin, fresh off a winning debut where I looked at every wannabe psychopath they could fling at me and showed them what it means to live a little to the right of sanity. To entertain you clueless morons who pay to watch but think you have the right to decide who deserves cheers and who must be jeered, I brought the fight to both of them, but Scott gained an undeserved millisecond of fortune to snatch the win, just as I was about to put him out of my misery. But the stupid bastard thought that was the be all and end all, only to find a match is over when I dictate. As he was posing to satisfy himself and try to remember the number of that hooker he had booked for later that night, I stepped in and cut the crap for him – he won, but I was the one standing at the end of the match. This time, there is no third wheel serving to distract or take advantage at the key moment, this time it’s one-on-one, so there won’t be the opportunity to sneak in and work an opening, because I will be stood in front of you the whole time. No chance for a cheap shot, no chance for a quick pin attempt, and no chance that somebody will do some of the dirty work for you. What you also don’t want to know, but I will tell you, is the fact I am not going to allow you to try and steal a win against me by any means necessary. I am going to make it my mission to put down every attempt at mounting some offence with the full force of will that I possess, so at no point will you ever think that you can pull out a win from the direst of circumstances, instead you will be thinking about what could possibly be coming next, and hoping that the end will come. I am looking to go into 2010 with a clean slate, Scott, and that means I have to wipe your name off of it first. [FTB] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / QUINN SCOTT / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [The camera opens in on a far shot of a large Victorian-style mansion, surrounded by little more than trees and open fields. The camera slowly zooms in and then fades to a rather expansive and lavish outdoor area. A large kidney- shaped pool with an attached whirlpool, a completely stocked bar that's only missing the bartender, decorative lounge chairs, and a path leading to a boathouse by a large lake. In one of these chairs, complete with umbrella, is the man responsible for recently knocking two men off the SPW's active roster... Quinn Scott. Dressed in some rather unassuming board shorts, a tight white tank-top, and a pair of sunglasses resting on his face, Quinn is simply lying in the chair, his right hand behind his head and his left hand in the pocket of his shorts. A perspiring beer bottle is sitting next on the table next to him... along with a larger glass, filled with what looks to be a Long Island Ice Tea.] [After a moment of silence, we hear some activity from the pool. The sound of the water shifting and splashing as if someone were getting out... and out comes Serena Black, dressed in a very flattering black bikini, as she saunters over towards Quinn and picks up her drink, sipping on it delicately. As she sets it back down on the table, she smiles down at the prone Quinn... unsure if he's sleeping or just sitting there, but she smiles nonetheless.] Serena Black: Well, you did it, Quinn. I've been hearing that Frost is gonna be out of action for a very long time, and you get to take all the credit. Not only that, you made the Black Mass look like a walking joke. You just ripping through all of them and went straight for Victor's jugular. [Serena slides herself into the lounge chair next to Quinn, lying back and soaking in the Florida sun.] Serena: So how does it feel? You finally got your payback from Victor, everyone in Shootfire saw it, and now that it's done, you must feel pretty damn good. [Quinn doesn't answer. He doesn't even shift around in his seat. You'd actually have to be paying close attention to watch his chest rise and fall to make sure that he was breathing. After a few more moments of silence, Serena looks over to Quinn.] Serena: You do have a great place here. The whole thing at the Plaza in New York was amazing, but I had no idea you had a place like THIS. Complete with an entire housing staff, too. I mean, me and daddy had our own help, too... [Seeing that this attempt to change the subject isn't working, Serena grabs her drink and downs the rest of it. As she sets it down, she sits up and looks directly at Quinn, elevating her voice as she speaks.] Serena: I still think it was a little stupid, you know. Abandoning the Fusion Championship? You could have walked right up to Baldwin and ripped his ego- inflated head right off, you could have flayed Marissa Monet without a second thought, and you could have made Christian your permanent bitch. You had already crippled Syko, fuckin' Angel Martinez, a Shootfire Legend... and you could have had a championship around your waist. I still don't get it, Quinn. You could have still fought in the match. Why did you push all that aside just to injure Victor Frost? [Slowly, Quinn's head turns to face Serena. His slowness is quite deliberate, as it does cause Serena to close her mouth and shrink just a little. After a moment, he reaches for his beer bottle and takes a swig from it. Setting it down, he turns his head back to its original position... leaving Serena a little dumbfounded. In her mind, she's about to give up as she starts to get up from her seat.] Quinn Scott: It was the principle of the thing, mostly. [Serena stops dead, and then lowers herself back onto the seat.] Quinn: I'm not in the habit of continually explaining myself, Serena, but considering everything you've done for me, you deserve at least that. [Intrigued, Serena leans in to listen.] Quinn: I'm not the kind of person who has even taken "No" lightly. Not to mention that I can be exceptionally stubborn and single-minded when I need to be. The only reason I came to Shootfire was, in the vulgar vernacular, to fuck with people... and I'll do that when and how I please, and not at the subjects of someone else's whim. Least of all someone who has to take the same orders I do, like Victor Frost. If I want to end up with a Championship, it will be when I want to have one. At the time, Baldwin and Christian didn't matter... and right now, they still don't. So they can play their own games as long as they want, so long as it isn't at the expense of mine. Victor Frost just learned that. One of the most dangerous and violent men in Shootfire's fold was turned into an injured, mewling, example. And if the rest of Shootfire has any sense of self-preservation... Victor Frost will remain the only one. [Quinn turns his head back to Serena, only not as slowly as before. He lifts up his sunglasses, and looks at her dead-on with his dull, sunken-in, gray eyes.] Quinn: Nobody fucks with me... _ever._ Serena: Well, after crippling Martinez and Frost, most people probably won't want to. You broke Angel's arm for discernable reason, and you fucked up Victor's neck and back because he interfered in one match. Quinn: And he ran from me. If he had just stood still and taken it, he'd probably still be around. Maybe even would have won the Weapon's Rumble, and gotten that precious shot of his. Serena: This'll still put a target on you, Quinn. Baldwin's still got a bit of a mad-on for you. Quinn: Let him. I don't care. Serena: He may be an older guy, but he's still dangerous. Quinn: A few minutes ago, you said I could have ripped his head off at my leisure. I've crippled two men, Serena. Two men within three shows. In most people's eyes, the second was for no better reason than the first. To me, I'm only doing what I promised I would from the beginning. I'm hurting people. I'm showing Shootfire just how unfeeling and uncaring the world can be when it gets its hands on you. It's not as esoteric as I'm making it sound, though. Right now, I'm content with breaking their bodies. But soon, Serena... soon, I'll move on to their spirits. [Quinn lowers his sunglasses back over his eyes and rolls back over. He grabs his bottle and takes another drink, emptying it. Shortly after he sets it down, an older gentlemen dressed rather respectibly but comfortably approaches with a tray, picking up Quinn and Serena's empties.] Older Gentleman: Would you and Ms. Black care for anything else, Master Quinn? Quinn: Another beer, Charles. Thank you. And please ask June if she would start lunch. Serena? [Serena was still a little locked in what Quinn said, and is snapped out of it by Quinn's almost non-chalant mention of food.] Serena: Hmmm? Charles: Would you care for anything else, Ms. Black? Serena: Anyth-... oh. Yes, another drink. And lunch does sound good. Charles: Of course. [With that, Charles walks back into the house. Serena lies back on her chair, whatever thoughts in her head either gone or pushed aside.] Serena: So what about Rich Patterson? You've got a match coming up with him at Conquest. Last time you guys met, he seemed content to kick you after Baldwin knocked you down... especially since you kinda swiped the win from him. Quinn: What about him? Serena: Let me guess. You don't care? [Quinn only snorts through his nose, and Serena's eyes light up a little as she sees the left corner of his mouth twitch into a brief half-smile. With that, she's able to relax a little more. However, after a moment passes, a thought comes to her head... and she turns to look at Quinn.] Serena: So why am I here? I know you're grateful and everything about Victor... but why bring me all the way here. [Quinn turns his head to meet Serena's look.] Quinn: ...I'll tell you over lunch. [Quinn turns his head again, just as Charles comes by and sets down fresh drinks by the two, and we fade out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / ORCHID / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ (You know what sucks? I lost. To someone who didn't even belong in the match. Politics got in my way. But you know what's totally awesome? Poet lost. Her pedistal crashed and now she's back down in the thick of the stench that comes with being NOT the champion. Am I angry? Nope. Quite the contrary. I'm empowered. Why? Because the era of the disciple of self loathing got knocked on her ass.) Orchid: So tell me Poet, how is that whole “Hey I'm a regular person again” thing going for you? Are you having trouble adjusting to life as being the FORMER champion? Ah yeah, that's right, I have nothing to be smirking about. I didn't win. Boo hoo. I actually have plenty to be happy about. You lost. You put yourself so high up on the mountain that you really believed that your era of angst and triumph through intimidation and fear would go on for a long time. So you wanna explain to me why it is that Owens has YOUR belt and you're stuck in a tag match with me and Toughill. Lucky you.” (You know what irony is? It's that moment when you've talked so much of a game that you believe your own hype and then you're standing outside of the ring the minute the bell sounds and your arm isn't the one being raised. Thats also called reality. You know what else is reality? When you get the email in your inbox that says that instead of being the female main event, you're curtain jerking it with two legends in the making and some young schmuck that just waltzed in off the street. Sucks, don't it?) Orchid: You know why I'm so happy I could just spit? Because I get my hands on you again. Oh did you think that our business ended? No no. Not a chance. You tried to take me out Wright. You caused me internal bleeding. You gave my beau a pretty good scare. You tried to make an example out of me, and if there is one thing I just cannot stand is when someone like you, someone who is so full of her own crap, someone who needs to maim and destroy the lives of innocent people who just want to put on a good show, it's when people like you, take a person like me, and try and “teach” me a lesson. Well Poet honey, all you “taught” me was that all the skin, hair and blood in the world, all the ugly masks in the world, all the hype in the world, all the angst driven rage in the world, won't save me when I'm stuck in a match where the only ace up my sleeve is a bunch of useless words. And that my dear Poet is EXACTLY ALL the upper hand you had going into that match. Words. You were banking on inexperience, arrogance, and politics to get in the way of any of us ending your run. You hung all your hopes and dreams on the notion that your stupid mask and your quiet rage would, once again, be enough to stave the inevitable. Well honey YOU WERE WRONG! (I didn't forget the blood I spit or the bruises on my body. I didn't forget the ice packs and the heating patches. I didn't forget the look on his face when they took me to the E.R. I came to play the game. I came to make a name. I didn't sign up for some shrew that felt a culpable need to assault her opponents and essentially try to end their career. SOMEONE needed to put her in her place and against all advice, that person was going to be me.) Orchid: And I don't wanna hear that crap about that you weren't pinned so you technically didn't lose. That's the cowards way out. It's the fools loophole, that's like saying she said yes at the party but she was so drunk that she thought you were somebody else. Rape is rape. A loss is a loss. You ain't got the title, there's an L in your column. I'm gonna enjoy watching you squirm. I'm gonna enjoy watching you try and manage being one of “us” again. You put yourself up there so high that it was ridiculus. Now you have no choice but to try and co-exist with a tag partner. Can you do it Poet? Can you lessen your ego, tone down you pride, just low enough to the point where you can accept that, all return clauses aside, that you have to start all over again?” (Being at the bottom of the ladder isn't as glamorous as being at the top of the mountain. Personally, I prefer a happy in between because the air gets thinner the higher you go, and the lower you are, the deeper the crap you have to stand in. I'd rather be a mid-card wonder, then a curtain jerking nobody and a main event has been. Savvy?) Orchid: Galiver....in a way I almost pity you. Almost. Here you are, stuck in a tag match with a future legend, and a hot shot newcomer. And the best partner they could dig up for you, is Poet Wright, and her voo doo mask of doom. You know as well as I do that she could care less about this match. All her sights are set on getting her title back. She's going to be insatiable and unmanageable and YOU get to be HER tag partner. Man who did you tick off? I guess I don't have room to talk. I'm gunning for Poet so I guess in a way Toughill got the scraps too. A win just makes us look co-operative, a loss just means that it wasn't my our night. There really is go ill effect to be had. But if Poet loses again, man, the tides are already slowly changing. One more loss for her just means that she may just be losing steam. Her smile is fading. And you know she'd blame you. And we all know what happens when she takes a dislike to somebody. She gave me internal bleeding. What do you think she's gonna do to you for “making a fool out of her”? (Truth is, I could care less. It wasn't my problem if Poet could lower her ego enough to co-exist with someone. I knew that in the back of her mind, she would be gunning for me and Toughill. She was going to be looking for retribution. Her eyes were darkened and narrowed and somehow, it was my fault. After all, I'm the one who challenged her, I had nothing to do with her loss, that was all on Owens and JPC. Augh. JPC. Now I need to scrub my brains with bleach.) Orchid: In the end ladies, this comes down to a puzzle. Can I live up to the hype that's attached to my name? Can I learn to co-exist with a tag partner? Can Poet come down from her storm cloud and learn that, it's okay to be a peon? I make no promises, I tell no lies. I do make a prediction though. I predict that this match is going to get way out of hand, and that's alright by me because I don't fear chaos. I create it! ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / IRIS GALIVER / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade in to an eerie atmosphere. The location is undisclosed. The camera shows a medium sized mirror that is set-up a brick wall. Sitting on the floor with her back to the camera is the red haired psycho Iris Galiver. Iris sits in the floor rocking back and forth, her pale face shown in the mirror. She looks completely freaky as her red hair is matted around her features- her hazel eyes are dull, her lips are drooped. As Iris gazes into into the mirror, she looks completely blank. Iris wears one of her old raggedy baby doll dresses that is white with blood stains on it. The camera captures her reflection in the mirror as she speaks... still rocking.] IRIS: We were like peanut butter and jelly. We were like bread and butter. We were like oil and vinegar. But now, we're not like anything. We're not like anything at all because my good friend, Angst... well, she's dead. Hehehe! SHE'S DEAD!!! [Iris squeals to the top of her lungs. She claps her hands together in complete excitement as she rocks back and forth in front of the mirror.] IRIS: At Charity Carnage, I killed her. I made sure she'd never come around anymore. I made sure she'd never color her hair red like mine again. I made sure she'd never be like me... again. [Iris cocks her head to the right, looking into the mirror intensely.] IRIS: Because you see, Angst, too much flattery is dangerous. Too much... goes too far. And you went too far. You took it beyond a healthy obsession. You took it beyond... beyond anything you ever should have. And in the end, you paid dearly. Now, look at you. [Iris nods, an evil grin spreading across her pale face.] IRIS: Look into the mirror, Angst! Look into the mirror! [Iris scoots closer to the mirror, getting as close as possible.] IRIS: Oh wait, you can't! Hehe! You can't because your face is covered in gauze. They told me your entire face was almost destroyed because of me. Uh huh! That's what they said. And well... you can't look into this mirror, can't you, Angst? But I can. I can look into this mirror and I can see how angry the Pretty, Pretty, Princess is. I can see how angry she is!!! [Iris screams at the top of her lungs, her pale face now becoming blood red.] IRIS: Oh, it's not a good sight, Angst!!! It's not a good sight!!! [Iris pushes the mirror to the side. It falls onto the floor, but luckily, it does not break. Iris squeals and continues to rock back and forth, back and forth. The camera suddenly zooms around to catch Iris from the front. She begins mumbling to herself.] IRIS: No, Angst... no, Angst... you're finally dead! You're finally dead! [She suddenly stops mumbling to herself. Her head is down, her bright red hair falling against her face. Iris lifts her chin slowly, her hazel eyes now peering into the camera. The psychosis dances in her eyes.] IRIS: So now this week my evil Jester tells me I have to go team with Poet Wright!!! With that big, ugly monster Poet Wright!!! And he tells me I have to go against Orchid and Erica Toughill. Oh! Erica Toughill, we are not finished. We're not finished at all because you have my pretty title belt. You have my title belt... you have Agamemnon! [Iris is speaking of her childish name she gave her former championship belt. She looks as if she is about to weep speaking of Agamemnon and their past adventures together.] IRIS: And I want him back! OH! I WANT HIM BACK NOW!!! [Iris slams her fist against the floor. She climbs onto her hands and knees and begins to eerily crawl toward the camera. Whoever is behind the camera takes a few steps back as Iris laughs evilly. She grabs the camera by the lens and peers into it, speaking now to Nina Larue.] IRIS: Nina Larue, did you think I have forgotten about you? About how beautiful you are? About how good you smelled? I haven't. I'll get you back soon. Soon we will play together. Soon. And when I see you this coming Conquest at ringside? I'm going to break your neck. [A slight giggle.] IRIS: It will snap. It will sound so delightful. Then, like Angst, you'll be dead. [Iris pushes the camera back.] IRIS: Fucking dead. [Such bad words for an 8-year-old.] IRIS: That's right. Dead. [Out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / Hardcore Champion / / / ERICA TOUGHILL / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ ERICA: The first promo I ever cut… and it was four years before I cut the second one… I said I wanted to win the DCWL Grand Championship. [Beat.] ERICA: Stop laughing. [She picks up the Hardcore Championship.] [Erica Toughill rips a page out of Orchid’s book. Or is it the other way around? Ah well. In any case, Erica Toughill is a hotel room and who cares about the details since most mid-level hotel rooms look exactly the same—once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ‘em all. It’s the usual video journal style. Set the handicam on a nearby table, let it run. Erica is in her usual tomboy attire: camo jam shorts and black tank top with a Castro-style hat. The utilitarian-looking SPW Women’s Hardcore Championship belt is propped on window-side table. Erica sits down in the chair beside the table.] ERICA: I’ve never won a singles title before. Ever. Sure there was a tag belt or two, and those two showings in Angels and Amazons didn’t hurt my career none. But six years of knocking myself out… six years of me being of the Meg Griffin of wrestling… six years of injuries… six years of being spit upon… and here I am. [And she scowls.] ERICA: And all I’ve been hearing… is that Iris Galiver was ROBBED. Galiver shoulda won the match. Galiver and Poet Wright are the uncrowned champions and they’re going to steamroll Erica and Orchid. [Erica begins seething and muttering to herself.] ERICA: I’m not going to get mad… I’m not going to get mad… don’t get mad, Erica. [Back to the promo.] ERICA: Ever since I laid eyes on you, Galiver, I’ve been trying to get out of your shadow. The moment I reach national prominence, Iris, they call me a knock- off of you. I enter Angels and Amazons, and I outlast you, and I *still* can’t get out of your shadow. I come to Shootfire and dish out as well as take some of the worst beatings ever seen in women’s wrestling, and you’re still the biggest thing going! And after I won the belt and you had to hide behind Angst in order to be in the same ring as me… even though I heard the fans chanting my name for the first time in my LIFE… everyone says you should have won and that I won on a fluke. [She grabs the belt and shakes it in her hand.] ERICA: What the hell does this mean if it’s already considered stolen property? I’m going to get to the real nut of the situation: I’m jealous of Galiver. I’m jealous of her prestige, I’m jealous of her respect, and I’m jealous of the ease with which she seems to glide through life. Maybe if I decided to throw away that Zoloft I’ve been taking I might have the same mindset as you but I don’t. I’ve accomplished with my bare hands what you couldn’t with chairs, thumbtacks and your Pet Retards of Hardcore Anarchy and Entropy. [She puts the belt down again.] ERICA: And now I hear Iris has ambitions of sacrificing me. Well, let me break that down. See, prrrrrrincessss… [She makes sure to snarl and hiss the word out as much as possible.] ERICA: …You’ve just shown your hand. You’ve just told me that my existence bothers you too. Now I know the feeling between us is mutual. But here’s the difference, Galiver: you wanting to put me six feet under and throw a shovel of dirt on me is taking the easy way out. It’ll just prove to the world that you’re too weak to live your live while I’m walking the face of the earth. So go ahead on and be a coward and kill me. All I want out of you is to take you down, prove my point between the first and the last bell, and eventually make every fan and every follower and every employee nod in agreement when I stand in front of Shootfire Pro Wrestling and say, “I’m done with Iris Galiver.” [She scowls again.] ERICA: And Poet, the cost per pound of dry ice in Tampa is apparently quite high right now, so save the special effects and props for someone less boring than me, and no, you’re never going to live that long winded monologue in Calgary down. Down with the Princess. Hail to the Queen, baby. [She gets out of the chair and shuts the camera off. A-a-a-a-a-a-a-nd CUT!] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / SHAYNE GRISSOM / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [The screen opens to show a large, gray, metal wall. It is not the kind of comfy surroundings that usually get viewed in interviews and segments and the whistling of wind suggests that whatever the wall is attached to may not be completely enclosed. There is other noises being heard. Machinery is heard operating and an occasional voice can be heard as well.] [As the camera pans around, we see what all the machinery was about. Forklifts carrying large bins full of boxes up a ramp and onto a large plane. Where the bins are picked up by the forklifts are several semi-trucks with people standing around and aiding in the quick unloading of the contents. As the camera zooms in for a closer look, we see that one of them is new SPW star "Sugar" Shayne Grissom.] [Grissom is wearing simply blue jeans and tennis shoes. His shirt is a "Sweet as Sugar" shirt (available at the SPW shopzone for only $19.95! Get yours today!) and it has all sorts of dirt, muck and grime on it. Grissom is sweating profusely as he grabs a pair of boxes and walks down the ramp from the trailer of the truck to the bin he is helping to fill. Grissom sees the camera crew just as one of the people working with Shayne yells out.] Man: TAKE A BREAK GUYS! We'll get back to it in a few minutes. Thanks! [Grissom nods to the man who talked and walks toward the camera crew. Shayne is breathing a little heavy, but not labored at all as he grabs a bottle of water from a barrel and smiles.] Grissom: I didn't know you all were supposed to catch me today, I had told everyone to find me tomorrow when I'd be at the gym. I figured my efforts to help Haiti didn't have to be public knowledge. Camera Guy: Well when we heard where you were, we figured people might like to see someone making a difference. Grissom: Ehh...I'm not sure how much of a difference I'm making, but it is worthwhile. That entire plane is going to be filled with supplied and food in the next hour or two. We've been here about three hours already and unloaded about three trucks worth of donations and perishables. [Shayne sits against an empty bin as he continues.] Grissom: The Earthquake caught everyone off guard. The nation never had structures fully ready to deal with anything like this. It's a poor country and none of them could have been ready. It makes it worse when you actually know people down there trying to do good. Camera Guy: You know people in Haiti? Grissom: Yeah. When I was a kid, I met a Haitian missionary named Leon DeOrleans who was starting a ministry in Port Au Prince. He was a fun guy and he made me laugh a lot. My Dad even held a wrestling autograph show to help send him off with some cash to help begin his work fifteen years ago. [Shayne chuckles a bit.] Grissom: He wouldn't let my Dad organize a show with violence involved to raise money for his Holy cause, but my dad begged him to allow the wrestlers to help him somehow. This was my dad's way around it. Everyone paid five bucks to come in and get autographs from the best MCW had to offer. We only had about 6 days to organize and get it scheduled, but we still had more than four thousand people show up for the session and charity. Leon cried that day, telling us we had given him an unexpected blessing. Years later I spent a week in Haiti with Leon when I was a teenager. It wasn't that I was desiring a life of a missionary or anything. My Dad felt I needed to appreciate the life I had been blessed with, especially since I was in that age when nothing seemed very blessed. It changed my perspective forever. Now I always take time to be involved in charities when I have any free time. I firmly believe that helping others will both help you stay positive and keep you well grounded for the future. [Shayne takes a swig of water.] Camera Guy: Well your future is more about a match on Conquest against the "Jester." [Shayne nods.] Grissom: Yeah, this is the big time for SPW. I'm pretty excited about where I am right now. I managed to shock the world on OTC awhile back and now I finally get to be on the main show...the mothership, if you will. I couldn't resist... I guess they really do have an eye for talent and a desire to allow fresh faces to succeed. Lord knows it is difficult enough under normal circumstances to succeed. [Shayne gets back on his feet fully.] Grissom: ACW folded before I got any traction, but I never saw that league lasting very long. My stint in PVW was marred by a feud with someone who is easily the most pathetic performer I have encountered in wrestling...and that is saying something considering I grew up around wrestling my whole life. ICWF was an odd situation because just as I started to make a move on their TV Title was when Chris bought it out. Right after he paid for the rights, he fired me. Never understood why and he has not called me since. I'm not bitter about it because it has led me here to my new home and the place that I plan to stay for a good, long time... SPW. [Shayne smiles a quick grin.] Grissom: And so far it has been peachy-keen. I have already heard the pundits and people in the Internet community praising how well I did at Carnage. They were the same people out there calling me stupid for requesting the first spot in the rumble. They were the first ones out there saying I was an idiot for not walking out to the ring with a weapon to use. I heard it all and I took a hell of a beating. A few weeks back I wouldn't have been able to help in something like this with the cuts, scrapes, bruises and sprains all over my body from that match. It was something that I had never experienced before. I wanted to show that I was weapon enough to do well. I wanted to prove that I was more than just the token young guy SPW has on the roster. One by one guys are getting tossed out left and right. I saw guys enter and watched them fly out. I can't count how many times I held onto those ropes for dear life to avoid hitting the arena floor. When the moment finally came and my feet hit the floor... Perfection! A thing of beauty! [Shayne nods as he almost seems to be remembering the rumble moment by moment.] Grissom: At that moment, nobody cared about Viper, Monet or any of the others in the ring. At that moment, they recognized that they had just witnessed the moment I became a "made man" in SPW. I became the marathon man... And oh yeah...it works on the ladies. [The foreman in charge yells for people to come back to get rolling again.] Grissom: This time out, its Chad Allen. The man is a hardcore legend in IGA and many other places. He is a former World Champion. It doesn't matter how he earned it or under what incarnation of IGA his championship fell within. The fact is that he can claim that honor until the day the bury him. That is what we are all after...the right to be called a World Champion someday. My time is coming and the next step is to go right through a veteran of the best caliber. A man that I personally believe is one of the most dangerous men to ever step foot inside a wrestling ring. His past is to be honored. His ability is to be respected. His capacity for deranged behavior is simply to be feared. [Shayne takes his last swig of water before continuing.] Grissom: I know what I'm walking into Conquest and facing in that ring. I know that he is capable of beating me into a mess just as bad as it took twenty nine others to do at Carnage all by himself. It is going to be a situation where he doesn't act or strategize like the average wrestler because he ISN'T average in any way, shape or form. Oh yeah, I know EXACTLY what will be across the ring from me at Conquest. The question is... Do you know *ME*, Chad? [Shayne smiles slyly.] Grissom: Have you fully prepared to stop someone that has my combination of size, power, speed and skill? Have you taken into account the amount of time and knowledge I have when it comes to the wrestling business? I hope you have. I hope you have done your due diligence and studied tape on me. I hope you have watched me from the locker room. I hope you are as prepared as you can be because I know there is one thing you can NEVER fully prepare for when you face off with Shayne Grissom... My heart! You can beat me to a bloody pulp and I'll keep coming after you for more. You can slash me like a worn tire and I'll just keep trying. You can do anything you want to me to try and stop me, but in order to beat me... [Shayne's face goes from jovial to almost frighteningly blank.] Grissom: ...you're going to have to kill me. The new generation has arrived. The fans are ready to cheer the roof off the building and have a coming out party for the ages. The stage is set and the beer's on ice, all that is left is for me to pin you in the ring. And I'm going to do that because the future is now... [Shayne's face cracks a sly grin again.] Grissom: ...and it's sweeter than sugar. [Shayne walks away as the group starts back to loading bins for the Haiti relief flight. As Shayne walks up the ramp of a truck, the screen fades to black.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / THE FAMILY / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ (A single spotlight on a single, hooded man. The man is (of course) "The Wicked Clown", "Jester" Chad Allen. He sits alone on a stool, his head in his hands. He speaks quietly...) JCA: I am sure you all are having a good laugh at my expense, aren't you? (A deep breath, hands crossed in front of his chest now...) JCA: A good laugh at myself AND The Family. Charity Carnage has come and gone, and we ALL lost. I did not defeat the heretic, Dave Pietka. Iris did not come home with the Women's Hardcore Title. My Children did not win the Battle Royal, so they could move on to destroy the tag team champions. By all means, all of you non-believers can have your fun today laughing it up at our expense. But as you laugh, please have the following thoughts in the back of your head... (The head snaps up now, and we see his smiling face) JCA: What happens when someone has nothing left to lose? What happens when the only two options left are kill or be killed? Well if you have ANY knowledge of my past, you know that DIE is NEVER an option for me, so that only leaves the opportunity for me to leave a trail of bodies in my wake. So this week, when I step into the ring with the man known as "Sugar" Shayne Grissom, the trail of broken bones and bloody corpses will start. (His look goes stoic...cold....) JCA: This is not personal, Shayne, this is simply the need to make a statement to the SPW's non-believers. Just because I may have fallen in battle to the false idol, does not make me any less of a GOD, and my Family any less dangerous of a force to be reckoned with. (Suddenly, a light goes up next to him, showing Jester's "Hardcore Goddess", Iris Galiver. Galiver is in her typical ensemble of a torn black skirt, black corset, black fingerless gloves, and black combat boots. She flashes an evil grin followed by her trademark giggle.) JCA: Do you think my Goddess is to be feared any less simply because she did not win the title? She was not pinned, nor did she submit, so in my eyes, she did not lose, she was cheated out of what is to be hers. But I do not need to speak for my sweet. Iris, tell the world the dark woe that is about to befall them when the Family comes to Tampa... IRIS: Tampa? Tampa? Yay! I want to go to Disney World my evil Jester! You promised! You promise I could kill Mickey Mouse and eats him for din-din! (She giggles again, jumping up and down with her doll head in tow.) IRIS: Oh... wait. That's not in Tampa? That makes me so, so mad! I wanted to play with Mickey and Minnie! I wanted to watch them squeal in pain. I wanted to... I wanted to! I wanted them to die like I watched Angst die at Charity Carnage. Hehehe! She died! (As Iris lets out her trademark giggle again, the lights come up on the other side of the Jester, showing the 2 bohemoths known as the Children of Hardcore. Both men wear new red jumpsuits and new red and black facepaint. Both have one arm covered in the black leather forearm bracers with huge metal spikes lining them.) JCA: And Team EGO, you may think that you have gotten over on my Children, but they believe in the adage, "Do Unto Others..." I don't want you to think for a moment that just because we let you go easily this time, that we will not get our hands on you in the future. My Children, speak to the goofs that hold the titles... (The Terrible Twosome step forward a bit, both with looks of pure evil flickering in their eyes.) ANARCHY: CAGE...DIAMOND...many are happy to deal with your stupidity...with your childish comedy...with your riduculous antics. But my brother and I are NOT. We are OFFENDED that you have the Tag Team Titles, an especially for as long as you have. We have decided that it has very little to do with your talent, just your LACK of competition. ENTROPY: Well we are glad to say that you lack of competion ends right now. The Children of Hardcore are becoming more focused, more prepared than ever before. The teachings of the Father have been good to us thus far, but now, as any child, it is time to spread our wings and try to fly on our own. ANARCHY: And FLY we shall. And as we reach our zenith, we shall swoop down like birds of prey, and take you into our talons like a hawk grabs a rodent. Your blood will spill, your life will fade, and the last thing you will see standing above you before you take your final breath, is the Children of Hardcore with the SPW Tag Team Titles high above our heads. ENTROPY: A perfect sacrifice to lay at the altar of the Father. (Jester lets out his trademark laugh as he nods at his Children's words.) JCA: And Shootfire, know that this is not the end of things for The Family... (A wide shot of the entire Family, a Jester says his final words.) JCA: THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING. (All light out. We are in darkness.) ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / NIKKI JAMES / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >__________________________________< >__________\/ [We open up in a very nondescript room as Nikki James looks at the camera. The camera man's main focus is on the shaved spot on the side of her head.] NJ: January 25th... there's one simple word that I want to describe what is going to happen. Redemption. [pause] Because at Charity Carnage...in my hometown of New York City... I was embarrassed by that wench Tiffany Lane. [She snarls] Sam knows me pretty well and knows of the anger I've felt in my life. The pain, jealousy, and all those other crazy feelings but the one feeling I've _never_ felt is embarrassment. [pause] I've _always_ been proud of the choices I've made in life -- from moving across the country to become a professional wrestler to realizing the true nature of "beauty" -- because it was me. It's what *I* did. But when you took that razor to my head, Tiffany Lane, and you shaved off a swatch of my brunette locks... I felt _so _ low... so embarrassed... that I contemplated leaving wrestling altogether. I thought to myself "how can I possibly continue working in a business where a person's word is not honored." [pause] When I made our match a hair versus hair, I knew the consequences and was willing to accept them SHOULD... I... LOSE. [She points a finger at the camera.] Clearly YOU were not. [pause] When we got to the back, Sam even came up to me and said "It's alright, Nikki. Leave it up to me. She'll get hers soon enough." [pauses to rub her head] But I couldn't hear those words. The thought of embarrassment was so deafening that I couldn't get it out of my head. Every news channel showed Tiffany Lane cutting my hair... everywhere I went, there were people staring at me and my bald spot; pointing and laughing. [pause] But not as much as I was laughing when I think about how Sam and I made Kieran Rae essentially paint you into a corner with her little ultimatum. [She smiles] Man, Sam really does have her wrapped around her finger. And on the 25th of January, Heather Owens... you too will be the cause for much laughter. Heather...I know you must be happier than a pig in shit knowing you walk into our match with the SPW Women's title around your waist; knowing it gives you a chance to put to put your hands on me. [Nikki pulls out a lock of Heather's hair from her pocket.] Especially after I took this souvenir from you. But I want you to look beyond that and hear what I have to say. I want EVERYONE watching this at home to take this with them... take this to your heart. Every person is an artist. _My_ art is professional wrestling. Come January 25th, Heather... I'm gonna paint my finest masterpiece... with _your_ blood. Because I will NOT be embarrassed again. [Nikki raises a hood over her head as we fade out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / Women's World Champion / / / HEATHER OWENS / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Its a bitterly cold day in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. How cold? How about cold enough to the point where most Americans probably couldn't tolerate it if they tried! The kind of cold that makes one go “Ya know...I'd rather live in Antarctica! At least there its cold all year round!” As the camera pans the city we end up at Concordia University specifically in the Communication Studies and Jouralism building and in one of the lecture rooms whom do we find? Like you haven't figured it out yet! At the front of the classroom we find the current reigning and defending SPW Women's Champion, “The Prodigy” Heather Owens, and her associate and translator “Canadian Classic” Tina Davis. Heather is sitting at the front of the room with her newly won title sitting prominently on the desk while Tina...well let's just say she was a little exhausted and was trying to catch a catnap which didn't make Heather too happy...] Heather Owens - Tina! Réveillez-vous! (Tina! Wake up!) [Upon hearing this Tina sits at attention as if she was just poked in the ribs! She looks around and when she sees Heather sitting at the desk with the title she can't help but smile at what her friend has already accomplished before speaking] Tina Davis – 'Période désolée cette Bruyère. Must've été sorti plus tard que j'ai pensé ou bien j'aurais reçu plus de sommeil que j'ai fait la nuit dernière. Je vous promets il n'arrivera pas de nouveau. (Sorry 'bout that Heather. Must've been out later than I thought or else I would have gotten more sleep than I did last night. I promise you it won't happen again.) Heather Owens - Très bien Tina I'll y permet de glisser cette fois. Avez-vous entendu que cette aucune bonne gigolette Nikki James a dit de moi à dernier PPV ? Je crois que nous devrions lui donner un morceau de nos esprits ne fait pas vous ? (Very well Tina I'll let it slide this time. Have you heard what that no good wench Nikki James has said about me at the last PPV? I think we should give her a piece of our minds don't you?) Tina Davis - Je crois que nous devrions ... après que tout Nikki est la raison que vous ne travaillez pas avec un cher ami votre dans Samantha "Sensuel" Bevins et je crois que nous devons donner non seulement elle, mais le reste des chiennes SPW un morceau de nos esprits! (I think we should...after all Nikki is the reason that you aren't working with a dear friend of yours in "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins and I think we need to give not just her, but the rest of the SPW bitches a piece of our minds!) Heather Owens - Très bien mais il y a une autre femme sur le tableau de service SPW qui pourrait être sûr de ma colère, mais c'est que d'une amitié passée (Very well but there is another woman on the SPW roster that might be safe from my wrath but that's because of a past friendship) Tina Davis - Alrighty ... y arrivons (Alrighty...let's get to it) [Tina gets up from her desk wearing her usual suit and we finally see “The Prodigy”'s outfit in a white blouse with a blue tie and the symbol of the province of Quebec on it, black dress slacks and a navy blue 4” heels along with the SPW Women's championship hoisted proudly over her right shoulder with an evil smirk on her face as she looks into the camera and begins to speak...] Heather Owens - Ils ont dit qu'il ne pouvait pas arriver. Les gens ont dit que j'étais idiot de marcher dans un anneau luttant après être simplement "un correspondant" pour SPW et le fait d'inscrire à la "Usine de Rêve de TRUIE". Qu'ils, l'administration de SPW ou qu'un autre ne savait pas à portée de voix étaient que j'avais quelque chose que beaucoup de gens dans ce bâtiment n'avaient pas : Coeur! Tina Davis - They said it couldn't happen. People have said I was crazy to walk into a wrestling ring after being merely a "reporter" for SPW and enrolling at SOW's "Dream Factory". What they, SPW management or anyone else within earshot DIDN'T know was that I had something a lot of people in that building didn't have: Heart! Heather Owens - Quand j'ai passé pour la première fois dans un "Match de Vitrine de TRUIE" contre une fille appelée Jessica Marsh personne n'a cru que quelqu'un comme moi, une femme qui n'a jamais lacé une paire de bottes pourrait en ce temps-là vraiment battre un lutteur avantageux entraîné. La chose de cela était de nouveau j'ai été sous-estimé dans ce match et ai choqué le monde luttant entier en battant Mme Marsh mais j'ai fait et ai choqué chacun dans la compagnie .. l'enfer même les annonceurs ont été assommés! Tina Davis - When I debuted in an "SOW Showcase Match" against a girl named Jessica Marsh no one thought that someone like me, a woman that never laced up a pair of boots at that time could actually beat a trained pro wrestler. The thing about it again was I was underestimated in that match and shocked the entire wrestling world by beating Ms. Marsh but I did and shocked everyone in the company..hell even the announcers were stunned! Heather Owens - Un du grand résumé suivant dans ma carrière courte était quand Samantha Bevins "Sensuel" a vu quelque chose dans moi. Elle savait qu'il y avait quelque chose de spécial de moi quand elle m'a vu un jour dans le vestibule pendant un spectacle et nous avions une conversation. Nous partageons un but commun dans SPW et cela doit "Se débarrasser du Vilain" et se fier à moi il y a l'abondance de cela. Le fait était que vous et elle avez reçu la conversation et vous saviez que Mme Bevins gémissait sur le fait de m'avoir autour de. Ce pissed vous de n'avez pas beaucoup fait cela Nikki? Tina Davis - One of the next big highlights in my short career was when "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins saw something in me. She knew there was something special about me when she saw me one day in the hallway during a show and we had a chat. We share a common goal in SPW and that's to "Get rid of the Ugly" and trust me there's plenty of it. The fact was that you and her got talking and you knew that Ms. Bevins was keen on having me around. This pissed you off a great deal didn't it Nikki? Heather Owens - Maintenant n'oublions pas qu'oui j'avais vraiment quelques écueils le long de la voie à cette ceinture et que j'admets. Je ne suis pas un de ces idiots stupides qui le joue de pareil rien mal dans ma carrière n'est arrivé. Oui j'ai vraiment perdu une bataille en règle auparavant et oui j'ai vraiment perdu à que la large Orchidée appelée sans talent ... hé peut-être vous et elle pouvez former une équipe d'étiquette ? SPW ne pourrait vous appeler deux le "Aucun Talent Broads" ou quelque chose et vous pourriez être un grand coup! Nous savons que vous ne pouvez pas lutter parce que vous juste douillet jusqu'à l'administration et recevez que vous voulez pendant que les gens comme moi, Mme Bevins et même la "Assez Jolie Princesse", Mme Galiver, ont dû LE GAGNER! Tina Davis - Now let's not forget that yes I did have some pitfalls along the way to this belt and that I do admit. I'm not one of those stupid idiots that plays it off like nothing bad in my career happened. Yes I did lose a battle royal before and yes I did lose to that talentless broad called Orchid...hey maybe you and her can form a tag team? SPW could call you two the "No Talent Broads" or something and you could be a big hit! We know you can't wrestle because you just cozy up to management and get whatever you want while people like myself, Ms. Bevins and even the "Pretty Pretty Princess", Ms. Galiver, had to EARN it! Heather Owens - Et cela nous apporte à ici et maintenant, le jour présent, le début de l'ère nouvelle dans SPW! Nikki que comprenons où nous sommes en ce moment bien ? Je suis le champion et vous êtes le challenger. Deux femmes descendront cette allée sur le 25ème et quand la cloche sonne nous y allons. Je vous ferai cette promesse et son que je ne fais pas jamais à moins que je ne sache quelque chose : Vous SEREZ faits mal, vous serez dans pour une lutte et vous apprendrez à respecter ces affaires et ce sport pour auquel il ressemble j'ai! Tina Davis - And this brings us to the here and now, the present day, the beginning of the new era in SPW! Nikki let's understand where we are right now alright? I am the champion and you are the challenger. Two women will walk down that aisle on the 25th and when the bell rings we go at it. I will make you this promise and its one I don't ever make unless I know something: You WILL get hurt, you WILL be in for a fight and you WILL learn to respect this business and this sport for what it is like I have! Heather Owens - Les gens comptent sur le jour que j'ai enlevé l'entraîneur d'une chiquenaude de la "Usine de Rêve" comme le jour le premier signe est venu que je n'allais pas être du respect et honorais les affaires, le sport et la tradition de tous les champions qui viennent avant nous peu importe comment étrange ou bizarre! Qu'ils n'ont pas réalisé est que quand vous êtes une des étoiles montant les plus rapides dans cette facilité et maintenant je suis atop la montagne méprisant la plupart de mes sujets et me sentant mal pour presque aucun d'eux. Pourquoi dis-je "Presque" ? Parce que quand vous êtes une compagnie comme SPW vous devriez savoir qui a le talent et qui ne fait pas. Comme nous avons déjà clairement établi vous et l'Orchidée avez le ZÉRO pendant que les gens comme l'Iris ont l'ABONDANCE! Vous avez menti, trompés et avez manipulé votre voie dans la *1 tache d'Adversaires, mais pour vous le train s'arrête ici! Je vérifierai vous n'oubliez pas qui vous vous occupez dans cet anneau! Tina Davis - People look to the day that I flicked off the trainer of the "Dream Factory" as the day the first sign came that I wasn't going to be about respect and honoring the business, the sport and the tradition of all the champions that come before us no matter how outlandish or bizarre! What they didn't realize is that when you are one of the quickest rising stars in that facility and now I'm atop the mountain looking down on most of my subjects and feeling bad for almost none of them. Why do I say "Almost"? Because when you are a company like SPW you should know who has the talent and who doesn't. As we already clearly established you and Orchid have ZERO while people like Iris have PLENTY! You lied, cheated and manipulated your way into the #1 Contenders spot but for you the train stops here! I will make certain you don't forget who you're dealing with in that ring! Heather Owens - Donc le 25ème de ce mois viendra et ira et cette ceinture sur mon devrait y avoir toujours mon nom. Pourquoi ? Parce que Nikki de nouveau j'ai le coeur pour être la femme qui conduit SPW dans la décade prochaine et au- delà pendant que quelqu'un comme VOUS ... est mieux servi étant sur un coin de la rue cherchant le camionneur le plus proche pour jouer quels que soit l'acte c'est les gens comme vous font. Vous n'avez aucune classe, aucun style et aucune énergie dans que vous apportez à l'anneau mon cher. Vous êtes juste un autre nom et un autre visage prenant un espace qui devrait être occupé par quelqu'un comme Nina LaRue ou même Iris Galiver. Quand vous me perdez vous vous plaignez vraiment rien qu'et criez comme la plupart des personnes parce que je "ne devrais pas être dans un anneau luttant" Gamin de problème... Je suis et j'ai le titre que VOUS voulez! Tina Davis - So the 25th of this month will come and go and this belt on my should will still have my name on it. Why? Because Nikki again I have the heart to be the woman that leads SPW into the next decade and beyond while someone like YOU...are better served being on a street corner looking for the nearest trucker to perform whatever act it is people like you do. You have no class, no style and no pizazz in what you bring to the ring my dear. You are just another name and another face taking up a space that should be occupied by someone like Nina LaRue or even Iris Galiver. When you lose to me you do nothing but whine and cry like most people because I "shouldn't be in a wrestling ring" Problem kid...I am and I have the title YOU want! Heather Owens - Votre classe se lève Nikki et je suis votre professeur. Battez- moi si vous pouvez et trouver des trucs vous pouvez penser parce que j'ai reçu l'abondance d'entre eux à parce que bien... Je suis juste plus élégant que vous le chéri Nikki Votre temps est en haut Nikki.... CLASSE.... ÉCARTÉ!! Tina Davis - Your class is coming up Nikki and I'm your instructor. Beat me if you can and come up with any tricks you can think of because I got plenty of them to because well...I'm just smarter than you darling Nikki Your time is up Nikki.... CLASS....DISMISSED!! [FADE OUT!] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / MARISSA MONET & EDDIE CHRISTIAN / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [We open to the sounds of Marissa Monet singing out loud to herself in her locker room, as she dances around with her iPod in her ears. It seems the Great Black Shark has developed a new ritual as she dances around the lockerroom. Otis Taylor's banjo and blues "Ten Million Slaves" blasts past the heavy headphones over her ears.] Marissa: (singing) 10 million slaves crossed the ocean they had shackles on their legs/10 million slaves crossed the ocean .... they had shackles on their legs/Don't know where where they're goin'/Don't know where where they been/Don't know where where they're goin'/Don't know where where they been. [Her locker room door busts open and in comes Eddie Christian. Dressed in his ring attire, Eddie looks a bit more aggressive than usual as he stands in the wait as Marissa is oblivious to the fact that he's there. Eddie smirks a bit as he pulls off his Louis Vuitton sunglasses. You can see the bruises and scrapes on his body from the after effect of the NY street fight. Marissa turns around and notices her friend standing there and she quickly stops singing and pauses her iPod as Eddie jokingly shakes his head at her and laughs a bit.] Eddie: You know you should try out for American Idol. Marissa: Well, maybe I could get a fair shake over there. [Eddie gets serious as he puts his hands behind his back.] Eddie: Anyway, Marissa...time for fun and games are nearing an end....I know we haven't spoken since you invited yourself into the Fusion title match at Charity Carnage..maybe we'll catch up over lunch some other time. But business is business and if I had your deathwish, I probably would've done the same.. But that is the past, Good job in that rumble by the way... but we must look towards the future, we must look towards tonight... Team EGO. Tag team titles. [Marissa chuckles as she tucks her earphones around her neck.] Marissa: I guess that's your way of "forgiving" me in front of the cameras. [She gestures towards the unseen camera crew.] Marissa: Just because they're everywhere doesn't mean I forget about them. Thanks for the kind words, but they aren't necessary. The fans know we're both business people. And business is about to pick up as they say. I said it at Charity Carnage and I meant it. The Power Structure is trying to take over the SPW and I'm going to stand in its way. And if that means I have to take every title to block them from their bullshit I will. I'm ready for Team EGO. Are you ready to keep up with me? By the way, Happy New Year's. Hope 2010 is better than 2009. Eddie: 2009 was a good year for me, 2010 however, is going to be MUCH better. And it starts tonight on the season premiere of Conquest. Team EGO has pretty much sent every tag team that has applied to SPW home crying. But their real competition is us, they know that, that's why they challenged us. They need a team to validate their claims and awards as the best tag team of the year. We're no Deadbeats..and there is no hype surrounding us. Me and you? We're better than all that, and that's what I'm looking to prove here in Tampa tonight. And we're not going to leave tonight without the tag titles. [Eddie walks over to chair and takes a seat. Marissa looks at him for a beat and then looks towards that still unseen camera. She shrugs, mentally deciding "Fuck it" and breaks the fourth wall.] Marissa: Ladies and gentlemen, this is where we get all promoish. This is where we state our case to the fans to get them to cheer, to the referees to get them to give us favourable calls and the powers that be to get them to put a word in the right ears to give us the best chance to win. See Eddie Christian is talking through me, not to me. He wants all of you to understand his point. He is campaigning as it were. Eddie: I'll give Team EGO credit though, what they said in Qatar holds water. 2010 is the year that we stake our claim. Wrestlebowl is among in the winds and there needs to be a change in the guard. The passing of the torch starts now, and it starts with me and you. Its starts with ending the clown reign of Team EGO, their antics, their inside jokes. They're a good team but we're better. You know it, I know, they know it, and tonight the Shootfire World will know it. So Marissa are you ready? Are you ready to step out in front the live crowd here in my home state of Florida and show the world exactly who we are and what we're about? Marissa: (turning towards the camera) What Eddie wants to hear is my campaign speech. Why are we better than Team EGO? Well, we don't have a better catchphrase and I don't know if we sell more T-shirts, but truth be told I don't care about that. America, World, SPW Universe, you know who and what we are. You see, OWen Cage and Shane Diamond are very good wrestlers. And they've been chomping at the bit for competition. Cool, but they haven't been chomping at the bit more than us. The challenge is always put to us that we're knocking on the cusp of greatness. Always right there, but not close enough. See, young Eddie here hasn't been around long enough to know what a crock of shit that statement is. All it means is we'll keep you waiting around while we please the people we think are the big dogs. Nobody ever asks Pietka to prove himself time and time again. Nobody asks Viper to do it. Not Knight not Davis. The SPW "clique" can say whatever they want, but the truth is simple. They just don't want us playing in their sandbox. That's why we've been placed in this match in the first place. They want us distracted from the task at hand. And that task is changing the guard. Forcibly if we must. But the tag- team titles need to be the starting place. [Marissa shrugs, jerking her thumb towards Eddie.] Marissa: I don't know if ol' Eddie over here realises it, but the SPW tag-team titles have never been considered as important as the Fusion Title and the World Title, but a title is just a bit of gold-plating and a big leather strap. The titles are never so important as the champions themselves. I've been tag-team champion before and I don't mind it again. Team EGO needs us to make them relevant. Nobody can be a great champion without a great challenger, but Team EGO's bit off more than they can chew because I have aspirations higher than just being a champion. My road leads to being a legend. Eddie here, he wants to be a legend, too. And that's what this match is about. Enough with the "let's test them in the main event." We are main eventers. We are as relevant as any of the "clique." We've just got to make sure we don't take no for an answer. So Team EGO, this isn't personal. I don't have any animosity towards you. You think we're stepping stones towards greatness. We know you're stepping stones towards greatness. That glass ceiling is going to shatter. I hope you don't get cut by the glass. And I'm speaking to everyone out there. I'm not taking anybody's bullshit any more. I'm going to the top and you can either come along for the ride or get run over. Savvy? [Eddie sits there quietly listening to Marissa speak her mind. After she is done, he puckers up his lip and speaks again.] Eddie: You sound ready, almost as if you want this as bad as I do. But it's not about the talk.. it's about the action. So I guess I'll see you out there in a bit. Let's not disappoint each other, okay? Rhetorical question. [Eddie stands up and puts his glasses back on his face and exits Marissa's locker room. Marissa stares after him, her lips pursed. She turns back to the camera.] Marissa: I hope he knows that the game has changed. [She slips her headphones back over her ears and hits replay on her iPod. The banjos and steel guitars start back up. Fade out] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / VILE VINCE VIPER / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [A picture’s worth a thousand words.] Magic Time. [Our scene opens on a still, black and white image from Charity Carnage. On pay per view things move at such a breakneck speed that things often get lost in the details. Three short hours in which to pack every wrestler, interview, twist, turn, punch, and spot, to make the most impact. All these things jammed into such a short period of time, an event can be so oversaturated with information, that it’s hard to blame anyone for missing the little things. 3 hours. 180 minutes. 10800 seconds. 24 frames a second... wait, are you watching this in Europe? No? We’ll just go with the 259200 frames. This is one of those frames. Of those 259200 moments that occurred at Charity Carnage, the camera slowly pans around just one static image.] Andrew... It ssseemsss like we did this little sssong and dance not that long ago. You had just won the title; I had just made a triumphant return. A lot of fansss... a lot of officialsss... hell, even the boysss, sssaid that the encounter was too sssssssoon. Dessspite having LEGEND status, there was no build, how could I hope to upssssssssset you? No one gave me the benefit of the doubt, but I couldn’t blame them. I didn’t have a chance in hell of beating you... of winning that title. It was just bad timing. On that night you were the better man, you proved that while your Sssammy Knight win might have been a FLUKE, you dessserved to be champion... so what happened to you? [The Power Structure lick their wounds around ringside, much to the delight of the capacity crowd. A repulsed scowl covers Steve Greedy’s face, making the Rich One look like he’d just given JDM Superstar a rim job... and didn’t enjoy it. That’d be a first. Dumb shocked confusion falls across the other members of that little group; while Jeffrey Dylan Marsh seems absolutely outraged at the whole situation. Lips open, maw gapping, a less than flattering picture; the superstar caught in the middle of screaming just “how the HELL did that just happened.” You almost feel sorry for him. Almost...] Andy, you’re taking lesssss CHANCESSS in the ring, than you do in your rather PITIFUL acting career. [Marissa Monet makes her way up the aisle, assured by every fan in earshot that she showed more heart than anyone else. A little girl asks for her autograph, a gleam in her prepubescent eyes suggests that child has forsaken thoughts of becoming a princess for a career in Great Black Sharking. That’s a nice touch. You hadn’t noticed that. Perhaps you were racing to the washroom the moment that epic rumble ended, having risked prostate and kidney problems, holding the piss of a lifetime in for the last hour. Maybe you were too busy arguing with your friends over who would win the world title match, Andrew Davis or Sammy Knight? Sammy Knight. Fuck Davis. There were dozens of reasons for you not to notice the thousands of occurrences in this one moment. What was his excuse?] [At the top of the ramp, the blood stained albino is held upright by his only friends in the world. There are two of them. Holding up the king of snakes’ right side is his archrival, “The Walking Contradiction” Sabbath, who has only stuck by Vile through the years because he’s worried the old man is HIS future. Devils You Know. ...And on the left, Vile’s grandson, “Simply Amazing” Spike Nelson, whose mother smoked during pregnancy. Better Than Sex. No one else will care when the scarlet serpent inevitably dies. Friends. He rarely sees them, once a year if he’s lucky. So having the two of them there at the same time is a genuine treat. Unfortunately the unpleasant bastard’s half closed eyes suggest a mild concussion, with multi-coloured contact lenses unable to mask a half-conscious haze. Beaten to a pulp, Vile Vince Viper is dead on his feet, surveying the wreckage only because he doesn’t have the energy to close his eyes...] [This is the single happiest moment of Vile Vince Viper’s life.] ...Now I find myself at the twilight of another hissstoric occasssion. I was in a match with Kinsssey... fuck, I was in the RING at the same time as Petrow... and I won! I know those names mean NOTHING to you young guysss... but this is a pretty big thing! ...And what does it lead to? Another ssshot at Andy? I’m riding high with the biggessst victory of my career, and I get ANOTHER shot at _FUCKING_ Andy? Well... at least this time we have a whole cycle to build up my long overdue title win... what’s that? ANOTHER HOT SSSHOT ENCOUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE ON THE NEXT SSSHOW? Charming. [Even if Vile’s less than lucid, this is the high point of his existence. He had a reason to care for every man in that rumble... a reason to be PROUD when if he beat them. In a career with countless world titles and a wrestler of the year award, this is his single greatest achievement. Joe Petrow. Luke Kinsey. Victor Frost. A collection of stars this radiant rarely occurs in the sport, certainly not anymore, and as a last hurrah for so many great names, how did Vile manage to come out on top? How did he steal this moment? ...To stand next to real legends, and have his hand raised high, with his best friends there to share the experience? What could he have done to deserve such a fantastic memory?!] Sssee ‘Drew, that wasssn’t just your first title defence, it was my FORTIETH ANNIVERSSSARY match. I handpicked you to be my opponent on that very ssspecial night. After forty years, I wanted to put on a classssssic against the cream of the crop, which I ssstupidly thought was you. ...And while I’ve always wanted my name on that title, the losssss didn’t matter to me. I was happy to put over the future of our sssport... what a fucking disappointment. Why am I breaking my back to make you look good, when you can’t even beat ONE man? You had a _FUCKING_ hour to take Knight, you worthlesssss piece of ssshit. How lazy are you!? ...Ssso it didn’t have the pomp and circumssstance I’d want going into a title ssshot... the lossssss didn’t bother me... ignoring my fortieth anniversary did. Did I get a cake? Balloons? A _FUCKING_ CARD?! Has my contribution to our industry been so fucking small? What have I done to dessserve this disressspect? What haven’t I done! Ha. A goddamned card. ...But worssst of all... at the end of our match... at the end of our “classic,” you couldn’t be bothered to ssshake my hand. Even backstage, away from prying eyes of marksss and rubesss, you couldn’t say “thanks,” for spending my fortieth making you look good. Forty years... a once in a lifetime event, wasssted to make your pathetic asssss look halfway decent! What a ssspecial fucking occasssion. Oh, at least this time we’re part of a double main event instead of pretending we’re the main draw. Fuck. I’m riding pretty high, so that reflectsss worssse on you than me, Andy. Didn’t we draw big numbersss for my fortieth?! Hasss a lot happened over the past... what... five ssshowsss? Jesssusss. No single main event for us... we get to share billing with the tag titles. Fucking Greedy. You know Andy... I try to be a nice guy, I really have been on my best behaviour... but management really is trying my lassst nerve. What did I do to dessserve this ssssssssssssshabby treatment? What will I do? Will Hissstory repeat? ...not you beating me... word is you can’t beat ANYONE these days. No. I’m talking about a real insssult. Will one of my finessst hours be swept under the rug? I just defeated FORTY MEN... many of whom are HEROESSS... will that be ignored, rendered pointlessssss as I act as a ssstepping ssstone to a pay per view buy rate? I don’t have a lot of fond memoriesss... but I refuse to let this one be ripped from me, ssstomped on, destroyed. I’m the only one allowed to RUIN my life. [It will NEVER get better. Vile should retire on this highest of high notes. He just took out THE BEST of IIWF, EMWC, Islash, SPW and the UWF... he’s justified his existence. What more could he want out of life? Oh right, the title shot. Because this match couldn’t be about bragging rights, justification wasn’t enough, they couldn’t just give him a plaque commemorating the triumph, and the biggest win of Viper’s long career just leads to another match. Given how important the rumble was, there was talk of the winner challenging for the world championship at Wrestlebowl. Vile has never appeared on one of those. If he’s excited, those half-dead eyes aren’t betraying it...] My win meant sssomething. It meant a lot to me. ...For the firssst time in a long time, I can hold my head high with decent, ressspectable, wressstling folk... they might not like it, but I was more than just a freak ssshow. I wasn’t a side attraction... or some jobber kept around to frighten children. I was a man. I was a REAL wrestler. ...A man who could hold his own with world championsss. ...A lossssss here not just insssultsss that special moment. It insssultsss everyone I threw out of that ring, and everyone who I outlasssted. It insults people I ressspect. I’m not going to let that happen. [Shit. Considering how long you’ve been staring at this frame, you’re surprised you hadn’t caught it. Underneath the copious blood, beyond those comatose eyes, the old man has a faint smile etched on his thin lips. Not out of barely aware joy, but barely contained malice. As faint as the smile is, there’s a fiendish curve at the end. He’s perfectly aware of his surroundings... he’s playing it up to get sympathy. Lying back and letting his best friends do all the work. ...You were starting to root for him, getting so caught up, you almost forgot...] Sssee Andy, at Charity Carnage I defeated THRITY... hell... FORTY other men... ...you couldn’t even beat ONE. [...This is Vile Vince Viper.] I’M already the champion... you just don’t know it yet. [Charity Carnage was presented over 259200 frames, this was one of them. Having taken as much in from this static image as we’re going to, the video slowly fades to black. A picture’s worth a thousand words... but most of those words are... FUCK DAVIS.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / World Heavyweight Champion / / / ANDREW DAVIS / / / O T C / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ (A balcony at the Four Seasons New York, overlooking Madison & Park Avenues in Manhattan. Standing at the railing is Andrew Davis, dressed in sweat pants, an old “Old School Heroes” t-shirt, and slippers. The sun is setting behind him. Davis speaks quietly.] Davis: Yesterday was Charity Carnage. A few blocks from here, I faced off against Sammy Knight for the Shootfire World Title. Last night, I had a nightmare. You see, I’ve stayed in this exact hotel room three times – the night before Charity Carnage my last three trips. Two times I woke up the next morning, only to find that the title I treasured was gone. Once to AsH, once to a nobody, with a title that would have been stripped from me to create the Fusion Title, regardless of my pleas. Screenwriters talk about the rule of threes. Once to setup, once to solidify, once for the payoff. With Sammy Knight and Charity Carnage, it certainly seemed as though the universe was aligning to take away my title, fulfill the rule of threes. I woke up this morning, okay, more like noon, and my body hurt. My head, my face, my leg, everything ached. I have some massages scheduled later, and tonight I’m having some pastrami from Katz’s Deli to help heal my wounds. In my nightmare, I was in the middle of the ring, the middle of Times Square, lying on my back, staring up at the sky. I could see Sammy Knight, standing tall, the Shootfire World Title above his head, my title above his head, and I could hear the fans chanting. “Sammy.” “Sammy.” “Sammy.” I tossed and turned, trying to wake myself up, but in the nightmare, I couldn’t move. I could only observe the aftermath of my defeat. Then I woke up. [A smile.] I rolled over and I saw a glint in the corner of my room. The sunlight peeked through the curtains and fell directly onto the Shootfire Pro World Heavyweight Belt. My Shootfire Belt. [The strength seems to return to Andrew. He stands straighter, his voice is louder, the setting sun is causing a halo effect, giving Andrew a glow of gold.] I walked into Charity Carnage, and for the first time, walked out the champion. The stars are aligning, but not against me. For me. Can you feel the change in the air? This new decade starts with Andrew Davis, AD3, as champion of Shootfire. Not Sammy Knight. Not Victor Frost. Not Vile Vince Viper. Not Jakob Volga. There were many that thought that Charity Carnage would be the end of the Age of Andrew Davis, but it’s just beginning. 2010 will be a banner year for the Lightweight Legend, and I want to invite you, the Shootfire faithful, along on the ride. Believe in Andrew Davis. Go ahead and cheer for Vile Vince Viper, who stops in Shootfire have been like an abusive, absentee father – he rides into town, smelling of booze and one- legged strippers. You, the Shootfire fans, cheer, hoping that maybe, just maybe this time he will stay, like he promised. Like he always promises. Then one day you show up at Conquest, and he’s gone – no note, no fond farewell, leaving a trail of disappointment. Believe in Andrew Davis. I’ve been in Shootfire for ten years. I never left Shootfire for other federations, only to chase my dreams in Hollywood. I said that I was going to walk out of Charity Carnage with the World Title, and I did. I said that I was going to be Shootfire’s first three time World Champion, and I did. Right now, I’m saying that the Age of Andrew Davis can’t be stopped. That Vile Vince Viper, for all his tricks and machinations, can’t beat AD3. That I will not lose the Shootfire World Heavyweight Championship at Conquest. Those are all facts. They just haven’t happened yet. Believe in Andrew Davis. [The sun disappears behind Andrew. Fade out.] ___________________________________________________________________________ \___________________________________OTC___________________________________/ /__SPW____< >_______________________< >_______________________< >____SPW__\ | | | | | | | © Shootfire Pro Wrestling 2010 | | All Rights Reserved. | | | | http://shootfireworld.com | | | | | |___________________________________________________________________________| \__SPW____< >______________________< >________________________< >____SPW__/ /__________________________________OTC____________________________________\ TV (C C) MA-LSV Closed Captioned _____________________________________________ / \ / S H O O T F I R E P R O \ / ___________________________________________ / / / \\ \ // // / / / / ___ \\ ___ \ // // __/ / | | /__/____/ /__/ / // // / / \ \ \/ / // // / / \ \________ \ _____/ |/ |/ / / / / \__\ | / / / / / / / \ / / / \ \___________/_____/_/_______/\______/ / \ ___________________________________ | \ \ \ W R E S T L I N G \ \_______________________________________/ S A P Programacion en Espanol R S N H D ___________________________________________________________________________ \________________________________CONQUEST_________________________________/ /__SPW____< >_______________________< >_______________________< >____SPW__\ | | | | | | | MYRIAD CAPITAL MANAGEMENT PROUDLY PRESENTS | | | | SPW CONQUEST! | | | | LIVE! FROM ST PETE TIMES ARENA, TAMPA FL! | | | | | |___________________________________________________________________________| \__SPW____< >______________________< >________________________< >____SPW__/ /________________________________CONQUEST_________________________________\ [As the thumping bass from Kanye Wests Flashing Lights rock the arena, the crowd rises to its feet. A wall of light bulbs appears on the SPWTron, flashing in time to the music.] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!] Sean: And we know whose music this is! Did you really think that Andrew Davis would miss a chance to gloat about his escape from Sammy Knight at Charity Carnage? Jim: Escape? Andrew Davis kept the belt fair and square. And hes still breathing. Where would you be if you had to face off against Sammy Knight for an hour? Sean: Coma. Jim: Please. Youd be dead. Id be dead. Andrew Davis is here with a grin on his face. "Flashing lights, lights" [The lights flash on, spelling out DAVIS.] "Flashing lights, lights" [The lights spell out ANDREW] "Flashing lights, lights" [AD3] "Flashing lights, lights" [The light bulbs brighten, from their regular yellow to a bright, piercing white. As the lights brighten, the bulbs begin to explode, one at a time at first, then all at once. As the bulbs explode, the screen washes out, a blinding white.] "She don't believe in shootin' stars, But she believe in shoes & cars Wood floors in the new apartment, Couture from the store's department" (At the screens brightest, golden fireworks explode from around the edge of the SPWTron, and the words on the screen flash in time to the music: Davis, Andrew, AD3. Standing underneath the golden letters and fireworks, bathed in golden light, is The Lightweight Legend Andrew Davis. Dressed in a custom D&G pinstriped suit, a golden tie, and D&G limited edition sunglasses, Andrew shines. Held in his right hand, high above his head, is Shootfires World Heavyweight Championship, buffed to a golden sheen and displaying new designer straps.) "You more like L'eau de Stardee shit, I'm more of the, trips to Florida Order the h'orderves, views of the Water Straight from the page of your favorite author" Sean: Shootfire Pros World Champ is at Conquest and he certainly seems no worse for wear after the events of Charity Carnage. Jim: I know that it felt like yesterday, but that was a month ago! Time flies when I dont have to see OBrady once a week. Sean: Ha. Jack: Andrew has a microphone in hand, and it appears that he will address the Shootfire faithful. [Andrew looks around St. Pete Times Arena as the crowd rapturously boos him. He smiles.] Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, Tampa, if I may have a moment of your time. [BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] Jim: Could he have been anymore polite? These people are heathens! You know what the west coast of Florida is the worst coast. Sean: Andrew is waiting patiently, which I have to say is surprising. He hasnt insulted anyone yet. Jim: Just you wait. Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, I know that some of you are having a hard time tonight, and I want to help. I know that there have been a lot of emotions since Charity Carnage, and not everyone has Cadillac health insurance to provide therapy. Here, let me start the healing process. Hello, my name is Andrew Davis. [BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!] Davis: Nice to meet you, Tampa. At Charity Carnage, I faced Sammy Knight [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Davis: For one full hour. For one hour, Sammy Knight beat the everliving shit out of me. In the ring, on the street, from Wall Street to Harlem, from the East River to the Hudson, Sammy Knight hit me so hard that I wasnt sure I was going to wake up. Im sure that some of you here think that I deserved that. Sean: I agree. Jim: No one asked you. Davis: Let me tell you this: I have been in the ring, one on one with Sammy Knight twice, and it is not fun. Its not something I look forward to. I dont write about the matches in my journal to relive at a later date. The Blood Drop hurts. Badly. Your head and face region smashes into the Earth at an incredible rate of speed. Its the only way to describe it. Sammy Knight pushed me to my limit. At Charity Carnage, I stood on the precipice, knowing that at any moment, I could fall, my third title reign remembered as a mistake, as a blip on the resume of Sammy Knight. But you, fine people of Tampa, know that didnt happen. Jim: And if you didnt pay for the PPV, Davis is the one wearing the belt. Sean: And what kind of fan are you? Davis: Sammy Knight, I am sure that your heart was broken. You were so close, millimeters away from taking back this title. From regaining your position atop of Shooting Pro. But that didnt happen either. People of Tampa, People of Earth, I want to speak to you directly, directly from my enormous heart. Right now, your head is telling you to boo me. Your head is saying that Im the bad guy, that I lied and cheated my way to the top, and I dont deserve it. Your head screams that Andrew Davis is not the champ, that Sammy Knight will always be number one. But now, theres another voice talking to you. Its saying: This Andrew Davis guy is pretty good. He stood in the face of a pissed off Sammy Knight for one hour and look at him hes still got his good looks and hes not eating his food through a straw. Hes walked into the ring with Sammy Knight twice, and walked out the champion twice. Maybe he is everything he says he is. Maybe, just maybe, I should cheer him. [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: After everything Andrew Davis has done in the past 15 months, everything hes done to this company, he wants us to cheer him? [Andrew nods at the avalanche of hate, appearing very supportive.] Davis: I understand, this is a hard transition. You look at me as the villain, and thats okay. But I want you to look deep into your heart, deep into your love quartex, and ask yourself: Why do I hate AD3? Sean: Because he calls himself AD3? Davis: Why do I hate this talented, stunning, world-altering man? Andrew Davis does everything he says he will do. Hes a bona fide Hollywood Superstar, with roles in films like Salt & The Green Hornet this year. He is the only, the only three time world champion in Shootfires history. Imagine seeing Babe Ruth in his prime. Wilt Chamberlain. For the youngsters, Michael Jordan. Imagine telling your family and friends that you were on of the few who saw magic happen right before your very eyes. Tampa, allow me to say youre welcome. [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: God, hes an asshole. Jim: But hes our asshole! Davis: Listen to your heart. Ignore your brain. Cheer for Andrew Davis. Love him. Praise him. Watch him deny Vile Vince Vipers dream of becoming Shootfires World Champ. And now, if I can take a private moment, I word to Sammy Knight. [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Davis: Sammy, I know that there are rumors going around that I dont want to face you for a third time. Some would say that I would be a fool to step into the ring with you again. You are as close to an equal as exists for the Lightweight Legend, and that makes you one of a kind. Almost. You want a match with AD3, you got it. Youve earned that. Merry belated Christmas. Sean: Davis heading to the back, and you heard it hear first Davis is offering Sammy Knight a rematch! Jim: But why? Andrew has won twice against Sammy. What does he gain by beating Sammy a third time? Sean: Maybe Andrew is the Grinch, and his heart grew at Christmas. Jim: Are you calling New York City - Whoville? Davis: Im sorry, I forgot to mention something. [Andrew steps back onto the stage.] Davis: Tonight, when I step into the ring with VVV, dont hesitate to cheer for me. Just try. For AD3. You might discover that you really, really like it. Sean: Davis leaving, hopefully for good, and the balls on that guy Jim: How can you not like that? This guy has topped all the odds, all the Knights and the Vipers, and hes still standing tall. You may not like him, but youve got to respect him. Sean: No, I dont. Jim: Its like talking to a petulant child. Sean: It's time for the first match of the night! __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | DAVE PIETKA vs JAMES O'CONNOR | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| [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 [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [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 Tampa fans cheer their heads off!!] "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 a fist 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!" Stone: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS THE FIRST SPW MATCH OF 2010!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM WILMINGTON DELAWARE, WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS... JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES O'COOONNNORRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT!!!! [MONSTER GIGANTIC FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sesan: We are here this is it, the first match the opening match of 2010! Dave Pietka set to take on James O'Connor what a fight this will be, two of the most popular wrestlers ready to meet inside the ring for the first time ever one on one, and these fans frenzied in this capacity crowd here tonight! Hello fans Sean O'Brady and Jim Monroe joining you on the Season Premier of Conquest- your Referee is Shane Dreamer and we are about ready to begin this match! Jim: And the veteran Superstar, Hall of Famer and former World Champ set to take on one of the best and brightest rising stars this business has to offer! The best pure technician on the roster versus Evil Voodoo Dave, no horrible animosity, no lifelong hatred no, this match all about pure, straight up competition as we just want to find out who's the best on this night in pro wrestling. Talk about a great match we're gonna need our calling shoes on for this one! *DINGDINGDING!* Sean: And both ready to go, pacing and tentative to lock horns, you know it's all about the master strategy right here in the early going. EVD with a slightly larger fan response, but James O'Connor more than keeping up as he has developed a very loyal fanbase. Jim: O'Connor and Pietka circling each other, you have to wonder how wise it was for Heavy Mental to accept this match following the war he had with Chad Allen in the Monster's Ball. You know he's still has to be feeling the effects of that epic battle. Collar-elbow tie up, side headlock by JOC, Mental drives him back into the ropes and shoves him across the ring! O'Connor rebounds, shoulderblock by James sends Pietka to the mat, O'Connor waits on him, Pietka up slowly, headlock take down! Sean: Normally, Pietka would be considered a favorite, but you know he's not at 100% and the longer this match goes the more it favors O' Conner. He's going to wear down the former SPW World Champion, pulling up on the head of Pietka and using his weight to control the action. Pietka trying to pull push up to his feet, O' Conner keeping his weight on him... Jim: Heavy Mental forcing himself up to his knees, forearm to the lower back! Another shot! James looses his grip on the hold, Dave shoves him off into the ropes, SPINNING HEEL KICK-NO! O'CONNOR DUCKS IT! REAR WAIST LOCK, RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Jack: Pietka crashing hard off the canvas but refusing to stay down, O'Connor drills him with an European Uppercut! Dave stumbles backwards into the ropes, JAMES CHARGES, CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP ROPE! Pietka is in trouble! James bouncing in the middle of the ring, hits the far ropes! Dave pulls himself up using the ring apron... TOPE ELBOW SUICIDA! DAVE MOVES! Jim: O'Connor with nothing but the floor to break his fall! Pietka slumps against the apron, catching his breath... O'Connor pushes up to his hands and knees... straight kick to the skull! Pietka pulls James up and spins him around... HEAD FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS! Pietka rolls him into the ring, climbs up to the apron... SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW SENTON! Pietka with the pin attempt! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: Kickout! Pietka sits O'Connor up, DRIVING THE EDGE OF HIS KNEE OVER AND OVER INTO THE BACK OF JAMES' NECK! Dave off the ropes, charges past James... SHINING WIZARD! COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: Shoulder up! Pietka dragging the Cunning One up to his feet in the corner, unloading with a series of kicks to the midsection! Irish whip across the ring, Pietka charges in ROARING ELBOW INTO THE CORNER! O'Connor just got rocked! Kick to the midsection! Pietka GUT WRENCH POWER BOMB! Sean: NO! O'CONNOR KICKS OFF THE SHOULDER OF PIETKA AND LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND HIM! Pietka turns around, double leg take down by James! He turns around...SLINGSHOT INTO THE CORNER! PIETKA'S HEAD JUST HIT THE TOP OF THE RING POST! Jim: PIETKA IS OUT ON HIS FEET! James rushes into the ropes! WESTERN LARIAT! NO! PIETKA DUCKS! REACHES BACK! HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER! [HUGE SERIES COUNTER POP!] Sean: Both men are down and feeling the effects of that exchange! I have no idea how Pietka could have keep his awareness after colliding with the steel post! Jim: Which begs us to wonder if he's EVER had his where with all! Pietka slowly up to his feet, pulling James u...O'CONNOR PULLS PIETKA DOWN WITH A REVERSE ARM BAR! PIETKA IS IN TROUBLE! Sean: O'Connor out of nowhere, riding back on the arm of Dave! The referee asking if he wants to give it up! Pietka pulling at his hair, the pain has to be out of this world! He's struggling to get to the ropes! He's stretching his arm out, he's short! Jim: Dave swinging his legs around! He's scraping the rope! HE'S GOT IT! James breaks it, but drags Pietka to the middle of the ring! O'CONNOR UNLOADS WITH KICK AFTER KICK TO PIETKA'S ARM! REVERSE ARM BAR AGAIN! THE ROPES WON'T SAVE DAVE THIS TIME! Sean: Pietka looks like he's going to tap! How much more punishment can he take! Pietka punching the mat in pain and frustration! His arm has to be killing him, James digging his heels into the mat for leverage and pushing back! Trying to separate Dave's elbow from the rest of his body if he doesn't tap! Jim: Heavy Mental trying to get to the ropes, digging his nails into the canvas and inching closer and closer to the ropes! Pietka in pain, O'Connor holding on for all he's worth! Pietka stretches and GRABS THE ROPES! Sean: O'Connor with the clean back, he's not letting up on him though. James drags Pietka up, hammerlocks his arm behind him! Grabs hold of him by waist, HAMMERLOCK NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!] Jim: Pietka out at the last possible second! James was less then a second away from upsetting Heavy Mental! O'Connor drags him back up to his feet again, Headbutt Smash! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! Pietka is on rubbery legs! James looks a bit foggy as well! ROCHAMBEAU! SPAZ OUT! Sean: Pietka out of no where! The Rochambeau took the wind out of O'Connor and the Spaz Out may have ended his night! Pietka crawls forward slowly and drapes his arm across the chest of O'Connor! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: O'Connor kicks out! He had to dig down deep for that one! Pietka with a handful of James' hair, pulling him up and drives him head first into the top turnbuckle! Dave whips him across the ring, NO REVERSAL! Pietka into the corner SHINING WIZARD FROM O'CONNOR! JAMES WITH THE BULLDOG! NO! PIETKA SHOVES HIM OFF! O'CONNOR REBOUNDS! BOOT TO THE GUT! DDT! PIETKA SPIKED HIM ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! PIETKA REACHES OVER AND HOOKS THE LEG! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: JAMES IS STILL ALIVE! WHAT A BATTLE BETWEEN THESE TWO! Pietka drags O'Connor up! THIS COULD BE IT! EVD!?!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: JAMES FIRING OFF ELBOWS TO THE SIDE OF HIS DAVE'S FACE! PIETKA LOSES HIS BALANCE! O'CONNOR LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND DAVE! REAR NAKED CHOKE! [James O'Connor is wrapping the choke in and then Scott Starring rolls into the ring from behind! The fans are screaming out as the masked antagonist, with his hair shaved and in steel rimmed sunglasses, stands up and canes James across the back!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] *****DINGDINGDINGDINDINGDINGDING!!!!***** [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL! SCOTT STARRING HE JUST ATTACKED JOC!! [Nathan Taylor climbs up onto the apron as Matt Payne enters as well and Dave Pietka gets up as both behemoths grab him, each ready for the Chokeslam! The fans are screaming and they spike him into the mat! Pietka bounces and the crowd is roaring!! Steve Greedy enters the ring, lapels in hand as the General Manager is accompanied by Chris Wheeling and Greedy raises his fingers, leaning over the side as he gives the 'money' symbol, shouting out!] Sean: OUR FIRST MATCH OF THE YEAR AND IT'S RUINED BY THE POWER STRUCTURE! Jim: AND HE CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS! HE'S IN CONTROL! ["Instigator" begins to play as Greedy calls for the giants to hold James up, and Scott Starring prepares the cane as the fans are booing out! Tampa is raining down thunder as Chris Wheeling talks trash in Pietka's face- Gideon Cain: CUT THE MUSIC!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: IT'S OUR OWNER! Jim: I DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HERE! [The music stops as the owner of SPW walks out of the back, and behind him is Gabriel Van Zahn, Jeff Keenan and the entire SPW Security Force!! Wearing his signature black turtleneck and duster jacket, and a non descript pair of blue jeans, the bearded philanthropist points out on stage, blue eyes blazing with long overdue zeal!] Gideon Cain: THIS IS IT! WE ARE NOT STARTING THIS YEAR THIS WAY! Jim: What does he? Gideon Cain: NATHAN TAYLOR! MATT PAYNE! CHRIS WHEELING! SCOTT STARRING! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Gideon Cain: _ YOU _ ARE _ FIRED. _ [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH MY GOD!!! [The Power Structure is shocked! Wheeling is yelling as Steve just stands there, dumbfounded! Gideon is furious!] Gideon Cain: AND EVEN THOUGH I CAN'T FIRE YOU, UNTIL THE BOARD VOTES ON YOUR TERMINATION STEVE GREEDY YOU ARE OFFICIALLY SUSPENDED AND BANNED FROM ALL SHOOTFIRE EVENTS!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Gideon Cain: SECURITY! GET THEM OUT OF OUR RING!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Greedy shouts and Dave Pietka hits Taylor and Payne with two low blows!! James O'Connor kicks into Wheeling and snapmares Scott Starring over, jumping to dropkick him and then he snatches up the cane! Starring rolls from the ring as JOC charges and just misses his back! Pietka locks the Double Arm on Nathan and kicks up to hit Matt Payne with the Spaz Out Enzugiri and slams Taylor with the God DAMN DDT!!] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PIETKA AND JAMES O'CONNOR ATTACKING THE POWER STRUCTURE! STEVE GREEDY ROLLING OUT AS JOC HITS THE DEATH DROP ON WHEELING!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: GREEDY IS LIVID! SHOUTING ABOUT HIS ATTORNEYS!! AND HERE COMES SECURITY AND THE ROAD AGENTS TO SURROUND HIM AND FORCE HIM TO THE BACK!! [Steve is shouting and has his fists up as he walks up the stage, yelling to anyone who will listen as Security is ordering him out! Gideon stands with folded arms as Greedy just glares death in his eyes, but Cain merely smirks. Steve screams out in fury as Security follows him through the curtains, the cameras moving to follow right after! Gideon Cain shakes his head, and looking towards the ring, waits for them to be quiet.] "THANK YOU CAIN!" "THANK YOU CAIN!" "THANK YOU CAIN!" Gideon: ...Ladies and Gentlemen I apologize. For standing by and waiting for so long. Never again will one group, one faction, twist the very responsibility this federation puts in our management to keep SPW an unfair playing field. Unlike our current CEO, I do not believe that our great Superstars, who should be concerned about pure, honest, competition in the best wrestling organization on the planet should have to contend about having an unfair work condition put through by the very same people who sign their checks! I will make a deal with you and to each and every one of the Shootfire Superstars and to any future Superstars who may be considering coming to SPW to join our team. You come to our company, and you wrestle the best you can, you will win or lose based on what happens IN that ring, not outside it, and certainly NOT in the corporate office. This is a new year. This is 2010, and we will no longer be marked for the scars of our past. It is time to set a new day and a new era in SPW. Now Management has been put on notice. No more sitting on the sidelines, because if you weren't part of the solution, you were part of the problem. You haven't earned my protection simply because you have a job. EVERYONE can be replaced. And from now on, this federation's focus is going to be about WRESTLING. Novel idea huh? This federation's focus will be on athletes like Dave Pietka. Like James O'Connor. Wrestlers who can do it like no one else. IN THE RING. "WRESTLING!!!" "WRESTLING!!!" "WRESTLING!!!" "WRESTLING!!!" Gideon Cain: Thank you. I think- I know that this will be our best year yet. Enjoy the show. [With that, Cain gently places the SPW mic on the stage and leaves for the back. The fans are roaring and cheering, waving 'SPW' signs as the camera pans back to the stunned announcers. Sean is shaking his head, Jim on his earpiece.] Sean: And we just saw Steve Greedy get suspended, banned from all appearances pending his board review. Nathan Taylor, Scott Starring, Chris Wheeling, Matt Payne, all- all FIRED!! Jim: I KNOW!! Have you ever seen anything like that! Cain just cleared house and much as I love their talent this was LOOOONNNG overdue! And I've been on the phone, JDM Superstar has gone into hiding nobody can find him backstage, the rest of the Power Structure have got to regroup because nobody even knows what's happening... this is crazy! Greedy suspended, everyone else in that ring just fired! They're out of here they have no jobs, they can go work anywhere they want but it won't be SPW! And if the board votes to terminate, Steve Greedy will be out of here too!! We have no General Manager! Sean: Oh my god we do have no General Manager. And I apologize fans, for my conjugation but yes we have no one in control right now. Jim: And it appears Gideon Cain has called Kieran Rae into his office as well, she might get her walking papers too! Is anyone safe? Sean: I just think it's great to see the emphasis in 2010 back on what really matters, the action in the ring. You saw it at Charity Carnage folks, what we do better than anyone is put on match classics! Let's get to the ring for our next fight as we go to sort this out, we're going to go to a promo from The Family and then Rich Patterson and we will be right back for more great wrestling action! Insane, only on Conquest. Jim: But first I hear Owen Cage and Orchid are together? The two were recently spotted traveling together and the following footage was recovered, this may play into effect in our first main event here tonight, let's go to the tape and show you now. Sean: Intriguing, let's go. ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [Owen Cage is hailing a taxi in rainy rainy FL as he prepares for his upcoming tag team match. The blonde World Tag Champ is waiting on a busy corner in the middle of the day, ready to head from the airport to his hotel. Wearing a long grey burberry trenchcoat, Cage is looking around for his partner, and then nods, beckoning over as a car stops. Opening it up, Cage holds the door and they both get into the cab. Rain beats down heavily as the Taxi Cab Driver turns his head over and sees he has a celebrity.] Driver: Oh Owen Cage, right? TEAM! EGO!! Cage: Ha ha, yes, thank you. Driver: Where to pal? Cage: We're going to the Rosemont Horizon, on Fifth? Driver: Okay. Just be a few minutes, traffic is like, with the rain, hoo! Cage: That's cool. [The car slowly heads out, entering the flow as Cage pulls his jacket in closer, not really wanting to pay attention to the phone conversation next to him. Looking out at the window as the rain beats down beading lines into glass, Owen smiles at the buildings flashing by. The driver looks up into his windshield mirror.] Driver: You know I voted for you in the JTF. Best Tag Team Ever, you guys are making Tag Team Wrestling perfect from what like it used to. Cage: Yeah? Oh thanks for the support man, I really do appreciate it. Yeah, [Cage sits back, looking around...] Cage: Yeah just like my mentor Adam Cage once told me, Tag Team Wrestling will give you a longer career and twice the best life has to offer. Once you find a good partner, you know, that's all you need. Plus, tags, easier on the knees. Driver: Haha I hear that right. Cage: Take this upcoming match with Marissa Monet and Eddie Christian. The Main Eventers think we're on their turf, we're wrestling in the headlining double main. But make no mistake about it, they are stepping into our world. Driver: Oh sure, no one does tags like TEAM! EGO!! Haha my kids love that stuff. Cage: Exactly, well it's our pleasure to entertain. I just hope they aren't that into Eddie and Monet, because there's gonna be a lot of Sad Pandas when we prove that they just can't hang with us. Tag teaming is when you know your partner, what they're going to do before they do it, have a mental connection like sign language or a psychic link. Half the moves I do with Shane if I screwed them up I could bust my ass, or land on my head and split it open. But the one thing we have that they are just building- trust. We have trust between us and that only comes with experience. We succeed together, or we die together. It's not about the belts, though the extra perks are nice. It's about a reliance on two halves of a unit, two functioning Superstars each at a hundred percent, about to come into the prime of their careers. Not two singles athletes coming together each at 50 percent. And that's why true tag team wrestling will never go out of style, and we're just bringing it back baby. Driver: Well I see you really trust your partner. That's important in life. [A car horn blares in the distance, Owen's attention caught for a second.] Cage: No... no it's true there's nothing that can come between us. Driver: So Shane, what do you think about your match on Monday Night? Orchid: I don't know I'm not him. [The Driver looks up in surprise, as the heretofor listener in the mysterious Orchid Rousseaux has been the one on the phone the whole time. She removes her hood, smoothing down streaks of black hair from her beautiful face. Owen smiles, looking to the side as Orchid raises her large eyes.] Orchid: I had some foreign business to attend too. Hope my phone conversation didn't interrupt yours. Driver: Wow I didn't expect you of all people to be in my cab, I guess you two are, traveling together now? Staying in the same hotel room even? Orchid: Well of course, that's what couples do I suppose. Means we save money on rentals and hotel rooms at least. Also means I have a warm body to sleep next too at night for once. Cage: Yeah no kidding, hey let's keep TMZ outta this pal? Driver: Hehee no problem! You can count on me like I said my kids love ya. Orchid: Good. I would appreciate it. I'm not completely used to the media frenzy and the public expectations part of the business yet. Plus I want to keep what's going on in my personal life, just that person. Other broads may want to broadcast their relationships and use them as a means to validate their existence, but I like being low key. I see no reason to drag what I have going on with Owen into open forum. At least I want to keep it this way. I'm sure sooner or later some schmuck is going to come along and drag us into the open. Driver: So what are your plans, aren't you to wrestle alongside Erica Toughill? She's the Hardcore Champ! Orchid: Yeah I was handed Erica as my partner and to be honest, I'm looking forward to it. I could learn alot. I think that one of the major problems in this business anymore is that we, as talent, stop learning once we make a name for ourselves but the truth is that we never stop learning. We learn something new everyday, and I want to continue learning. That is what makes you a great talent in this business. Learning something from every match, every opponent. Cage: It is really nice to meet a real fan. Yeah, and I gotta say I've been giving Orchid some private lessons on tag teaming. This is still one of her first forays into competing in tag team matches, my territory and I wish my lady all the best. Not that she'll need it, even if those monsters she's up against are Poet Wright and Iris Galiver. Orchid: Wright and Galiver aren't monsters. Just modern day fairy tales. In the end, just like all monsters in Fairy Tales, the monster goes down hard. Cage: Well if you get hurt, I can take care of you. Orchid: Mmmm I like the sounds of that, maybe a little massage and some candles? Cage: No, Advil and Ice. Shane and I will be our partying and celebrating our win, so don't wait up. Orchid: Augh, then room service for one and a horror movie fest it is then! Cage: Ha ha ha. Driver: So how do you guys do it for a living? I mean be on the road all year long, I guess it's great that you found each other. I don't know how you could even have a normal relationship if you weren't dating a wrestler. Cage: Well I... yeah it's, it's hard to damn near impossible. [Owen puts his arm around Orchid and hugs her close.] Cage: That's why my darling violetta is all I need. Orchid: Great now I'm wet. Cage: Awesome! We'll be at the hotel soon. Orchid: I meant my face, get off of me! Driver: You guys are hilarious. Orchid: That's one thing you need in this business, humor. Alotta these people they walk around like zombies and they are always tense and fretting. Worrying about the next match, the next win, the next loss. No. Not me. Not us. When we walk through those back doors to the parking lot or to the cab, we clock out. Right now we're us. Orchid and Owen. When the lights go up though, when we walk into the place, it's business as usual, we're not lovers, we're colleagues. Plain and simple. Cage: And it just goes to show you, relationships of all kinds are hard and challenging but when you find the right person, I'm sure you know, sometimes it just clicks. Like Team EGO and SPW. We came along, right place, right time, and made our way to the very top. And now the reviewers are saying we're responsible for elevating the art of tag team wrestling. We are winning all the awards. And our great fans just love us so we must be doing something right. And even in failure, even in success, we still manage to pull ahead and make our staple in the greatest wrestling organization on the planet, and we take that as a huge responsibility. We've been blessed man, and we never forget it. And come Monday Night, when Team EGO takes on Marissa Monet and Eddie Christian for that tag team titles of the world, all the fans will know that we leave it all in the ring. Orchid: This business hands you all sorts of deals. Some good, some bad. You can either complain about it, or you can make the best of it. Team Ego are the absolute future of the tag division in SPW. I'm the future of the women's division and you can take that to the bank. Driver: I think we're here! Oh too bad. That'll be twenty eighty three. Cage: Here ya go my man. Driver: Wow, a fifty! Cage: Keep it, and again, no TMZ okay? Driver: Hey you got it pal, and best of luck on your matches!! Orchid: Thank you, and heres a little something for your kids. To thank you for your silence. [Orchid produces some 8 x 10's autographed. Meanwhile, the doorman is standing in the rain and opens the cab as Owen flashes his award-winning smile and steps out of the car, Orchid fixing her hood back on before stepping out to follow.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [As the crowd gets ready for the next match on the card Jack Sharp stands at ringside with microphone in hand. As he gets ready he addresses the crowd in attendance...] Jack Sharp: Ladies and Gentlemen at this time it brings me great pleasure to introduce to you the new SPW Women's Champion and the woman that will face New York's Finest Nikki James in a little while...From Montreal, Quebec, Canada to be accompanied by her adviser and interpeter Canadian Gold Tina Davis, The Prodigy Heather Owens! [As soon as Jack makes the introduction Dangerous by Roxette plays out through the St. Petersburg Times Arena as Heather walks out from behind the curtain with the belt held high and proud over her head to a mixed reaction amongst the Florida faithful. Some fans are seen wearing the different shirts in support of the young champion and one fan in particular holds up a sign that reads Heather Owens will ALWAYS be 'Head of the Class'. Heather is wearing a white blouse and blue tie with the symbol for the Quebec Province on it, red dress lacks and matching heels while Tina is Being Tina wearing her customary Business suit. As the music stops the crowd silences to hear what the new champion has to say..] Jack: Heather on behalf of the fans around the world and here tonight allow me to be the first to congratulate you on doing what a lot of people, myself included, thought couldn't be done in winning the Women's title in the 4 way at Charity Carnage. Heather Owens: D'ordinaire M. O'Brady entendant une adresse amricaine moi me rendrait absolument malade ... ce soir pourtant je ferai l'exception parce que je suis dans une bonne humeur et je crois que certains de ces fans m'approuveront que nous avons ce soir est TRS important! [CROWD BOOING] Tina Davis: Ordinarily Mr. Sharp hearing an American address me would absolutely sicken me...tonight however I will make the exception because I'm in a good mood and I think some of these fans will agree with me what we have tonight is VERY important! [Crowd surprisingly only slightly boos this response surprisingly] Jack: And as I'm sure the fans at home saw on Off The Chain tonight you are very much determined in your quest to keep your newly won title against the one they call New York's Finest, Nikki James. [HUGE HEEL POP!] Heather Owens: Nikki James ... qui n'est pas la personne qui agit comme elle court "Jeune et Beau" ? Tina Davis: Nikki James...isn't that the person that acts like she runs "Young and Beautiful"? Jack: That would be her Ms. Owens. Heather Owens: [Laughs]C'est que j'ai pens ... vous opposeriez-vous si je l'ai emprunt depuis une seconde ? Tina Davis: That's what I thought...would you mind if she borrowed this for a second? Jack: The floor is yours my dear... Heather Owens: Nikki, Nikki, Nikki! Vous avez un problme faible ne font pas vous mon cher ? Peu importe que vous dites et peu importe que vous vous avez doivent examiner votre paule pour voir si j'tais derrire vous et le gagnant de la faveur avec votre "patron".. "Le Sensuel" Samantha Bevins et cela a pris la peine vous n'avez pas fait cela mon cher. VOUS avez dit quelqu'un que cela couterait que vous tes un des meilleurs lutteurs dans la compagnie et qu'il n'y a personne mieux que vous n'avez pas vous ? Le problme avec cette dclaration est que vous, Nikki James, n'tes pas le Champion Fministe SPW parce que cet honneur, ce privilge, ce RESPECT m'appartient en ce moment et si vous croyez que vous pouvez le prendre je vous supplie pour essayer. Je veux que vous tiriez n'importe quel truc dans le livre vous croyez que vous pouvez pour essayer et recevoir cette ceinture de moi parce que j'entends le bavardage dans le revers. Les gens disent que "Elle est juste un 'oreiller de ceinture'" ou "Elle ne durera pas comme le champion. CELA que mon cher sera install dans le "cercle au carr" avec la ceinture en jeu pour voir si vous tes vraiment nobles du titre "Le MONDE le plus parfait" Tina Davis: Nikki, Nikki, Nikki! You have a slight problem don't you my dear? No matter what you say and no matter what you do you've have to look over your shoulder to see if I was behind you and gaining favor with your "boss".."The Sensuous One" Samantha Bevins and that bothered you didn't it my dear. YOU have told anyone that would listen that you are one of the best wrestlers in the company and that there are none better than you haven't you? The problem with this statement is that you, Nikki James, are NOT the SPW Women's Champion because that honor, that privilege, that RESPECT belongs to ME right now and if you think you can take it I implore you to try. I want you to pull any trick in the book you think you can to try and get this belt from me because I hear the chatter in the back. People say "She's just a 'belt pillow'" or "She won't last as champion. THAT my dear will be settled in the "squared circle" with the belt at stake to see if you are truly worthy of the title "WORLD'S Finest! [Heather hands the microphone back to Sharp who is stunned by the passion in the woman's voice but gathers himself to continue...] Jack: Its no secret that when you began this transformation you were flat despised by Americans and you reciprocated in kind. Based on the reaction you've gotten here and the fact that there are fans that seem to be behind you here especially against the likes of the woman called New York's Finest has your opinion changed any? Heather Owens: M. Sharp ne faisons pas d'imbcile nous-mmes. Malgr la raction nous sommes arrivs ici ce soir nous croyons toujours que l'Amrique est pour la plupart un dgotant, horrifique, la fosse fumier dans laquelle personne ne devrait vivre. Vous avez un faible systme de Soins mdicaux et les gens poignarderaient aussi bientt leur frre dans le dos que les regardent. POURTANT... Pour ce soir tous ces fans voici mes "tudiants" et je vous dirai en ce moment Nikki quand la classe est sur vous regretterez que vous ne soyez pas dans votre NEW YORK somptueux Dans une tour parce que j'enseigne une classe dans la douleur et dernier PPV, Jean-Pierre-Celine, l'Orchide et le Matre de Pote l'ont trouv de la voie dure ... ce soir son VOTRE tour! CLASSE... CART! Tina Davis: Mr. Sharp let's not fool ourselves. Despite the reaction we got here tonight we still think that America is for the most part a disgusting, horrific, cesspool that no one should live in. You have a weak Healthcare system and people would just as soon stab their brother in the back as look at them. HOWEVER... For tonight all these fans here are my "Students" and I'll tell you right now Nikki when class is over you'll wish you were in your plush NY Highrise because I teach a class in pain and at the last PPV, Jean-Pierre-Celine, Orchid and Poet Wright found this out the hard way...tonight its YOUR turn! CLASS...DISMISSED! [As Tina translates the last of what her charge said to the crowd the two head back up the ramp with the title slung proudly over Heather's shoulder] __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | QUINN SCOTT vs RICH PATTERSON | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| [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 womans scream pierces through the PA system, and all that can be seen throughout the arena is the message across the SPWtron] I AM A REFLECTION OF YOU [as Lava by Ministry begins to pound through the speakers around the darkened arena, the message remaining onscreen albeit looking as if the screen is malfunctioning. As the bass kicks in and reverberates around the arena, red lights begin to pulse in synch with the theme, and Rich Patterson emerges at the top of the ramp wearing a tribal skull t-shirt, still showing scars from the BYOWBR on his arms, and immediately begins a slow, purposeful walk down the rampway towards the ring] Hot lava Big Monkey flow Chokin' on a Monroe Floating down like a rain (Oh yeah) [Patterson walks down the ramp, eyes locked on the ring in front of him, before pausing in front of a camera and showing the scars on his knuckles, picked up whilst he shredded Shayne Grissoms flesh] 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 [Patterson reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs onto the apron, before rolling under the bottom rope and pausing in the ring on a knee for a moment] "(Be Healed, Be healed!)" [Patterson gets to his feet, cracking his knuckles as he paces around one side of the ring] Hot lava, lava [Patterson pulls on the top rope as far as he can, before letting it snap back into place] "(Be Healed Be healed!)" [Patterson walks toward the referee, eyeballing him, before working a kink out of his shoulder in the middle of the ring. The fans are booing loudly until Serena Black walks out on stage, in her black minidress, the gorgeous valet twirling her mic in hand as she smiles and points to the cheering crowd!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Serena: Approaching the ring at this time... From Parkland, Florida... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... This is QUIIIIIINN... SCOOOOOOOOTT! [HUUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The heavy guitar and drum intro of Marilyn Manson's "Antichrist Superstar" beats through the PA with a force that could cause your insides to tremble, with your only respite being the sounds of a crowd chanting out in-between beats. The in-house crowd, however, doesn't follow with the track's chanting... but rather, spew out their disdain for the man who's coming... and he appears just as the chanting stops, standing right at the entrance, one 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.] "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 shouts at Quinn, he acts as if they're not even around. He just walks down the aisle at his own pace, his eyes fixed on the ring and whoever's in it. As a random piece of trash gets thrown at him and beans him in the head, he doesn't stop. He just keeps walking, hand in pocket, hair in face. Serena follows, at a distance.] "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, Quinn 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.] "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.] "I am the Hydra... NOW YOU'LL SEE YOUR STAAAAAAAAR!" [Quinn rolls his neck, his eyes still locked on someone, before reaching up to scratch his face a moment. His lips twitches quickly, but he doesn't really do much beyond.] ***DINGDINGDING!*** [HUGE POP!] Sean: Rich Patterson and Quinn Scott have faced off, back in Pattersons second match in SPW in a three-way also involving Barry Baldwin. Scott picked up the win in that match, but Patterson got the last word when he spiked Scott with a post-match HK08. Patterson wants Scott to remember that. Jim: Despite not winning the BYOWBR, Patterson isnt as pissed off as youd expect, because he used the opportunity to brutalise Shayne Grissom. Of course, by isnt as pissed off as youd expect, that doesnt mean looking at him funny is a good idea Sean: And a lockup! Both men jockeying for postion, Quinn goes right for the arm as Rich Patterson slams the punch! And follows through with a headbutt to fight his way out of that! [Patterson knees Scott hard in the gut, and slaps him around the back of the head for good measure! Rich nails the knee to the gut, and as Scott rears back, Patterson knees him in the gut a third time, and as Scott collects himself he finds himself being bowled over with a shoulderblock! Scott hits the mat, and Rich leaps to land the jumping elbow right to the back! Scott rolls over as Rich takes his head and begins punching it like crazy, over and over again!!] [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: SERENA getting up on the apron! Rich Patterson standing up do not draw his attention Serena! Sean: SCOTT With the single leg takedown! And into the thigh RICH with the kick off with both legs! Patterson to his feet, clothesline no! Scott with the arm and twisting it over, slams the shoulderblock in hard and arm wringer to toss Rich on his back and winds in the short arm scissors oh he's controlling Rich and now even has him for the pin! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: RICH kicked out at one, nothing doing as Quinn Scott keeps the short arm scissors in. Sean: Neither man wanting to give a second. And Rich fighting to get up and knees under- to the ropes to make it out and Quinn forced to release, PATTERSON with the cheap shot the wild haymaker connects! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Rich runs the ropes and throws a wild clothesline attempt, only for Scott to duck under! Patterson grabs the top rope to apply the brake, and rolls under the ropes, kicking the crowd barrier hard to vent his frustration!!] Jim: Oh and these fans standing up to lay into him! Tampa Bay showing Rich Patterson exactly what they think of "The Bad Seed!" [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [As he collects himself on the floor, a member of the crowd gives Patterson the finger, so Patterson throws a haymaker in their general direction, as he stands facing the crowd, glaring a hole through them] Sean: Patterson talking trash oh wait look out here comes Scott! Jim: Yikes!! [Scott slides out of the ring and connects with a couple of hard punches, before whipping Patterson into the ring apron, with Pattersons spine connecting with nothing more than a metal rod holding the ring up. Scott rallies the crowd, and charges in to sandwich Patterson with a clothesline- [MONSTER POP!!!!] -But Patterson sees it coming, and throws Scott rib-first into the same metal rod holding the ring up! And quickly spins him around and hoists him onto his shoulders] Jim: Weve seen this before but Quinn Scott is about to get a first-person view! Sean: OH NO!! GOING TO DROP HIM INTO THE GUARDRAIL!! -And swings Scott into a TKO across the crowd barrier, nearly wiping out a section of the front row with Scotts incoming feet in the process!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OH HE GOT HIM!! QUINN SCOTT JUST LAID OUT TKO ON THE BARRICADES! Sean: THE BAD SEED IN FULL CONTROL! [Patterson talks trash into the camera, and eyes bulging, charges to swing a haymaker! The camera jumps back as the fans are booing, the audience in the front row rising to get on Rich's case. He starts shouting at an older lady, telling her off with a finger in her face! Serena Black is hovering over Quinn Scott and Rich turns his head to raise a finger and call her out!!] [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SERENA rushing away! She wants nothing to do with Rich! Jim: Rich turning back to Quinn who PUNCHES HIS GUTS!! Sean: Is that- is that brass knucks on the floor!? Did Serena give them to Quinn! Jim: Yes but for some reason he decided not to use them RICH PATTERSON HITS THE HANGMAN'S OFF THE GUARDRAIL!! [POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Geez maybe he should have.... yeah Quinn Scott is decimated. [With Scott crawling at his feet, Rich is all smiles as he raises his hands. Running his mouth, he mocks his opponent as Scott attempts to get back into the ring from the outside, but Patterson connects with a running kick to the head to stop him in his tracks, and swiftly hits a DDT into the floor of the St. Pete Times Center!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And Referee Charles Eden being VERY lenient with his count, as Rich mocking Quinn and now taking him up, tossing him right back inside! The Bad Seed looking to finish the job! Taking up Scott who is hugging him for balance, RICH KICKS SCOTT AND GRABS THE CHOKE! RIGHT INTO A CHOKESLAM STO!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH THE RAPTURE!! RIGHT INTO A FULL NELSON! AND BULLLDOG!!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ENIGMA! Sean: AND RICH PATTERSON WITH THE COVER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: NO! KICKOUT AT TWO BY QUINN SCOTT!! Sean: And now holding Quinn over, locks the waist and what is this? RUNNING FOR THE BUCKLES AND POWERBOMBS HIM IN THE CORNER!! [HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OH MY GOD! PATTERSON WITH THE COVER AND! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: SCOTT GOT HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Cursing, Rich Patterson drags Scott away from the ropes, sits him up, before running the ropes and hitting a running kick to the face. With Scott down, Patterson grabs Scotts legs and appears to be setting Scott up for an STF but instead uses the prone position to throw a series of hard punches to the back of Scotts head!!] Sean: PATTERSON just beating into Scott! And unloading everything he's got! Jim: BEAT HIM LIKE HE OWE YA MONEY!! [Patterson whips Scott off the ropes and catches him with an inverted atomic drop but Quinn blasts him in the neck with a right hand chop!] Sean: Quinn beating into Patterson and hammering him back, shot after shot! Oh just laying them in, twisting the arm over and lets the Savate Kick fly!! Jim: OUCH! Rich on whiskey legs and Quinn with the rolling kneebar take right over! Sean: Excellent positioning and Rich goes immediately to the ring ropes! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Just as soon as Quinn gets an opening Patterson finds the back door out! Jim: And now demanding the Referee keep the submissions master away!! Sean: Patterson has had it! And hooking Quinn in the full nelson for a second Engima- Jim: SCOTT REVERSING HE COUNTERS INTO THE DIGI DUSTER! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Rich headbutts his way out of the joint manipulation! Scott grabs his hair and wrenches Patterson backwards to wrap in the dragon sleeper! Locking in the waist, Scott takes Rich up and sits down slamming the reverse DDT!! Scott floats right over to take the arm over and into the Limb Rend! Rich goes immediately for the ropes before Quinn Scott can attempt to break his arm!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: JUST LIKE THAT SCOTT ALMOST HAD THE LIMB REND! Sean: And Rich Patterson knew desperately to avoid the Limb Rend, that's the move that broke Angel Martinez's arm! Jim: Rich getting up and SCOTT twisting the arm right over! Top wristlock applied and everyone knows Quinn is all about the submission victory. [Patterson attempts to throw a punch to break Scotts hold, only for Scott to block, spin Patterson around, and connect with a dragon suplex!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DRAGON SUPLEX ON THE BAD SEED! Jim: HE DUMPED HIM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD! [Quinn Scott tosses Patterson through the ropes to the apron, waits for Patterson to get back up, and as he does so locks in a sleeperhold, jumping onto Pattersons back to get maximum torque over the ring ropes! The Ref begins to count] ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!!! [Scott adjusts his weight, converting the move into a backbreaker across the top rope, sending Patterson flying to the outside!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND SCOTT JUST SENDING PATTERSON TO THE FLOOR! Sean: Rich Patterson coming around the ring, he- he's going for Serena!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Serena rushing away! Patterson around the corner QUINN SLIDING OUT!! Sean: AND PATTERSON ROLLING IN! SCOTT IN AFTER AND RICH WITH THE ELBOW ON HIS HEAD!! [As Scott attempts to get back to his feet off the mat, Patterson swoops in from the side and connects with a hard punch to the side of the head, with such force it reopens a couple of the scars on his knuckles] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WOW!! Patterson manages to bust himself open, in a way, with the force of that shot! [Patterson drags Scott to his knees, before hoisting him up onto his shoulder with a primal roar, and slamming him back down to the mat on the back of his head with the Inferno, folding Scott up into a pinning position at the same time!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: SCOTT TURNED IT INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR! HE HAS THE ARM!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Quinn Scott is still in this thing! Jim: Any more bumps to his head like that, the ref may as well forget counting to three and install a ten count! Sean: PATTERSON may be forced to submit! Quinn Scott holding on and Rich trying to get up, trying to fight as he gets that leg out and kicking to get around under the rope! Jim: Scott being ordered to let go, he will not! The Referee saying release! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!!! Sean: SCOTT RELEASES!! Jim: RICH CRAWLING OVER AND THE REF TO SEE IF HE CAN CONTINUE-- Sean: PATTERSON NAILED THE LOWBLOW ON QUINN SCOTT!! ***OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!*** ****DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!***** [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER BY DSIQUALIFICATION! QUINN SCOTT!!!!! [MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: QUINN - RICH DISQUALIFIED!! Jim: HE DOESN'T CARE!!! Sean: PATTERSON TOOK ADVANTAGE! AND RIPPING SCOTT UPWARDS FOR THE REVERSE POWERBOMB!!! DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE FALSE WITNESS!!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["Lava" kicks up as "The Bad Seed" Rich Patterson raises his arm in triumph, and pauses to look at the droplets of blood trickling down his arm from the freshly opened cuts on his knuckles. Rolling from the ring, Patterson points his bloody knuckles towards the fans and tells them they can all kiss his ass. Quinn rolls over, glaring out as Serena enters the ring, Scott staring blindly at the departing Bad Seed as the cameras go back to ringside.] Sean: Well Rich Patterson was able to do what most only dream about and put down Quinn Scott, holding his arm, his hand busted open but he did it, he lost via disqualificatoion but Quinn Scott paid the price. Jim: No kidding, no small feat to accomplish what we just saw. I have got to see a rematch. Sean: What a barnburner that will be... once you have Quinn Scott's full attention that could be worse than anything. Just ask Victor Frost! Still convalescing due to the injuries inflicted on him by Scott at Charity Carnage. Jim: Speaking of on the shelf- did you realize what we just saw earlier? Gideon Cain coming out here, and firing Scott Starring, Chris Wheeling and suspending Steve Greedy! The whole face of control in SPW just shifted like the polar ice caps! Sean: Is anyone safe ladies and gentlemen you saw what went down, and now I am being told that yes, Gideon Cain called the CEO into his office to make it clear what he expects from now on, laying down the law and I am being told that Kieran Rae herself is on her way out here to address the situation, oh it's a new dawn, a new day a new era in Shootfire Pro in 2010, so without further adieu let's go back up to the ring for Kieran Rae! ["The Promise" by Krypteria plays over the loudspeakers. The crowd give a face pop as this signals the entrance of Shootfire CEO Kieran Rae. Kieran Rae walks from the back onto the stage. Kieran, as always, is all business. She is wearing a black powersuit.] Sean: Looks like we're being joined by Kieran Rae! That was a quick meeting with Gideon Cain! [The cheers change to boos as "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins walks out behind Kieran Rae.] Jim: And uh... "Sensuous" Samantha? [Samantha, listening to the jeering crowd, places her hands on her hips. Samantha is wearing a low cut hot pink minidress, layered with a black shrug, and black designer pumps. Kieran walks to the ring, Samantha not far behind her. Kieran climbs into the ring as Samantha stands at ringside, staring at a few fans who keep pointing at her. Samantha climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone.] SSB: Kieran, why don't you tell all these morons here in Tampa about my new position here in Shootfire? [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: ............Ladies and Gentlemen, "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins is my new... executive assistant. [CROWD POPS?] Sean: Wow, SSB is the new Executive Assistant to Kieran Rae! Jim: Ok, did we just enter the Twilight Zone? Greedy out, Samantha in!? Sean: Yes, I think so. Kieran hates SSB. Yeah what the hell is going on? Jim: What in the world does "The Sensuous One" know about our CEO? [Samantha smiles arrogantly. She walks around the ring and stares out into the crowd.] SSB: That's right! I have the power now and if I wanted to kick each and every one of you out of here, I could easily do that! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!] SSB: Isn't that right, Kieran? [Kieran Rae is not happy at all but she takes the mic up. Looking sideways at her new Executive Assistant, Kieran walks across the ring and takes up her microphone. She stares at the powder blue mat... and raising her head, slowly lifts her dark brown eyes to stare directly into the camera.] Kieran: When I took over this company I was tasked with the incredible weight of answering to you the fans of this fine wrestling organization. Now that we have arrived at the best shows of our lives, and SPW is finally on the brink of making it to the very top, we must all pull together no matter what the sacrifice. And even I have to make sacrifices, in the name of promoting the federation I know and love, Shootfire Pro Wrestling. [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: And this means I have to make the hard decisions. And if I have to answer for my actions, then everyone has to, especially the top stars here in Shootfire Pro. Yes, "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins is a new executive in SPW. Yes, Steve Greedy is currently suspended as our General Manager. [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: But every single one of us are determined to bring the best quality product to your living rooms each and every broadcast of SPW Conquest. And if we weren't, if we didn't think we- know we could, we wouldn't even be here today. Some of these people are cold, cruel and heartless, horrible people. [Kieran looks right at Samantha, who takes a step back, frowning.] Kieran: But at the end of the day, [Kieran turns back towards the camera.] Kieran: Everyone here is still on a team and still united despite all our personal wars and inner family strife. The world itself can be a cold, cruel and heartless place. Sometimes you need the worst people possible to fight the fights that need to be fought. And each of us in Shootfire are accountable. So rest assured SPW fans, no matter what, we aren't what matters. We aren't the talent that works in the ring, and we are most definitely not the people you pay your hard earned money to see. If we are to take that step to the next level, it is my job to do what needs to be done in the name of promoting our great organization. And it all starts with me being the leader I need to be. [Kieran turns to face the back, moving backwards as she stares towards the locker room. The fans are buzzing as Sensuous Samantha grins. It is clear that the CEO is reluctant to do this but she has no choice.] Kieran: And that starts with Tiffany Lane. Tiffany? You are the epitome of Women's Wrestling here in SPW. You are the model, you are the Queen, you are the true Alpha Female in Shootfire and everyone knows that. However, you walked out of a signed, contracted match stipulation after losing your match to "New York's Finest" Nikki James and I regret to inform you and your fans that before you are allowed to compete again... [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: TIFFANY LANE MUST SHAVE HER HEAD. [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: So Ms. Lane, if you will... ["Sensuous" Samantha produces the electric shaver!] Kieran: PLEASE come down here right now and fulfill your end of the contract! [Kieran is waiting as Sam's eyes are sparkling, ready with the shaver!] Jim: I can't believe it! Tiffany Lane being called out to come down here and get her head shaved and her fans hate it! Sean: She lost the match! Hair versus Hair, she has no choice! Jim: Kieran on a power trip and if this keeps up the entire fed will have a huge problem with her, this can't be good for morale! I don't want to see Tiffany lose her gorgeous blonde locks, and neither do these fans I can't blame them!! "Take it back" "Take it back" [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The crowd is on their feet as Maneater by Nelly Furtado begins to play, heralding the arrival of the Blonde Bombshell. Tiffany then steps from behind the curtains, her face solemn. Shes clad in a black T-shirt and blue jeans, completing the look with heels. Shes not her usual self. There is no playing to the fans or flirtatious behavior. Instead, her shoulders are slumped and the young woman looks defeated. She takes a deep breath and makes her way down the aisle, oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans.] Sean: Tiffany is reluctant to be out here right now. Tiffany does NOT want to shave her head. Jim: I still can't believe this!!! I can't believe it!!! Sean: You said that already, Jim! [Tiffany climbs the ringside stairs and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Her head is bowed and she wraps her arms around herself.] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Well to mirror him, I can't believe it either!!! And now Samantha is stepping forward. She's getting as close to Tiffany as possible. SSB: Hiya, Tiff. You sure don't look good tonight, huh? I can see all the color draining from your face. I can see that you're not going to be beautiful anymore. You're going to be bald because you lost. You lost fair and square to "New York's Finest." Nikki trained for that match for months. She showed you up, Blonde Bombshell... and in the end she did indeed show you who was the best. So take these shavers and shave your head... right here... right now!!! You hear Kieran. She is... afterall... [a slight grin] in charge. [Tiffany looks up and stares at something intensely. The crowd is behind The Blonde Bombshell as she JERKS Samantha's microphone from her!!] Tiffany: Shut up, Samantha! [Crowd pops as Tiffany turns to face Kieran.] Tiffany: Kieran, you cant let this happen. Youre being manipulated here. You saw that match. Samantha more than made her presence felt! You cant allow this this travesty to happen. At the end of the day, you still have the power around here to right this wrong. Just think about it. When you were down and out, who was the one person that had your back? The one person who took you in and treated you with some respect? Jim: Tiffany bringing up her long-time friendship with Kieran Rae. Sean: Yeah, when she was kicked out of the Sisterhood, Tiffany and Kieran were BFFs for a while. [Tiffany sighs.] Tiffany: Kieran, weve been friends for too long, so long, in fact, that you cant allow these twotwo.bitches to come between us. Please, Kieran, help me out here. Kieran: I... I... [Frustrated, Samantha walks to the other side of the ring and grabs a microphone. She walks between Kieran and Tiffany.] SSB: Both of you shut your yaps!! I'm tired of the talking!! I want Tiffany's side of the contract fulfilled, and I wanted it fulfilled right this second, Kieran!!! [Kieran ignores Samantha's demands and grabs the shaver from Samantha's hand. She looks around the arena, the crowd going absolutely insane!!!] Kieran: Well, somebody is going to get their head shaved tonight!! SSB: Isn't that the truth, Kieran? [Samantha drops her microphone and grinning like the she-devil she is, she grabs Kieran by the arm causing her to drop her microphone as well!] [POP!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WHAT IN THE HELL! "SENSUOUS" SAMANTHA IS TWISTING AROUND THE ARMS OF KIERAN RAE! THE BOSS! SHE'S HURTING HER! Jim: SHE'S PREGNANT!!! [Samantha causes Kieran to drop the shaver to the ground! Samantha puts Kieran's arms behind her back and yells at Tiffany! Tiffany stares at Samantha.] Jim: What... what is Tiffany doing? Samantha is yelling at Tiffany to get the shaver!!! THEY CAN'T DO THIS!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Tiffany suddenly drops her microphone to the ground. Her expression turns from one of confusion to pure evilness!!! Tiffany laughs and nods her head as Samantha tightens her grip on Kieran. Kieran screams at Tiffany not to do anything but Tiffany isn't listening!!!] Jim: TIFFANY JUST PICKED UP THE SHAVER!!!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Samantha sending Kieran to the ground!!! Kieran on her knees!!! TIFFANY LANE IS ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT!!! SHE IS TURNING ON THE SHAVER!!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: How is this possible?!! Sean: Tiffany... Tiffany Lane is SHAVING Kieran Rae's head!!! She... she's shaving the CEO's hair off!!!! "TIFFANY SUCKS!!!" "TIFFANY SUCKS!!!" "TIFFANY SUCKS!!!" [Samantha laughs loudly as Tiffany Lane continues to shave Kieran's head!!! Kieran is screaming and crying as Tiffany continues to shave her hair off her head!!! The crowd is going wild with jeers!!!] Sean: I... I am in shock!!! Tiffany Lane just keeps shaving her hair off!! She won't quit! Jim: Kieran is still screaming and trying to fight Tiffany off. Samantha is laughing. She's freaking laughing at this entire fiasco! Sean: Tiffany continuing to shave one entire side of Kieran's hair off. And now she's throwing the shavers to the side. Sean: OH MY GOD!!! TIFFANY LANE JUST TOOK OFF HER SHIRT TO REVEAL........ Jim: A YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL TANK TOP?!!! [MEGA HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Tiffany is the newest member of Young and Beautiful!!! Jim: She... she sold her soul... TO THE DEVIL HERSELF, SSB!!!!!!!!! ["Maneater" by Nelly Furtado cues up over the arena. Tiffany stares at the crying frame of Kieran Rae before turning and leaving the ring with Samantha. Samantha is all smiles as she raises Tiffany's arm up. The two make their way to the back as officials rush from the back to help out the CEO.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [Stock footage from the gym. Large sweaty men lifting heavy things. Cue the new guy, also a large sweaty man lifting heavy things, glistening with a sheen of sweat.] VOICEOVER: (in horridly overdone Japanese accent) "I am Strong person." [The large sweaty man of notice is Japanese. Very Japanese, from his facial features to the very shiny blue pants he wears as he forces a military press above his head.] VOICEOVER: "I am Strong wrestler." [Camera switch to a practice wrestling ring set up in the corner of Joe's Neighborhood Gym. We see a shot of this Japanese wrestler in shiny pants performing a textbook elbow-lock throw in the center of the ring.] VOICEOVER: "I Hurt people." [Camera switch to a quick shot of this Japanese man's fist, quickly approaching the viewpoint, OH WAIT HE IS PUNCHING THE CAMERA - the screen swaps to black with a shattered overlay.] VOICEOVER: I AM ON FAIA. I COME FOR GLO REE. [Screen floods with stock flame footage. Cue the commercial.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [Coming back to the ring, JDM Superstar is standing in the middle along with a large African-American Man, his head shaved bald but still sported a full beard. Standing there with his massive arms folded across his chest, glaring out over the throngs of fans.] JDM: Gideon Cain, I know you're very upset and you completely have every right to be, I mean, I saw what happened last season, hell, I was firsthand witness to the reprehensible actions and some of those horrors perpetrated on the SPW Superstars and these great wrestling fans was simply... unforgivable. Sean: Absolutely, he ought to be out on the street with the rest of 'em. JDM: And I heard what you said Mr. Cain, and you the fans of SPW, and I just want to say... FOR SHAME STEVE GREEDY! SHAME!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: When I think of all the great work our pioneering Icons have laid into the foundation of the groundwork here in SPW, a place I helped build, that you and Scott Starring tried to destroy, well it makes me want to cry! Everyone here from Sammy Knight to Andrew Davis to the legendary Vile Vince Viper, to the Shayne Grissoms and the James O'Connors and the Heather Owens, the Nikki James and the Team EGOs and all the hard working boys and girls in the back well, [A single tear is coming from JDM's left eye, as he takes a moment to console himself... Tampa Bay breathing down fire on the Executive Vice President's head] "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* JDM: I'm sorry for getting emotional, it's just that this federation means so much... so very very much to me! But Mr. Cain is right, in 2010 it's a new year and that's why I have granted myself an official manager's license! As tonight we pull together and move forward, allow me to introduce the new future of Shootfire Pro Wrestling! In the ring with me at this time, is a man who will soon become a household name. I have looked long and hard for someone to put my full backing behind, and that has brought me to this man! Six foot nine, Three hundred and sixty- five pounds..."The One Man Wrecking Crew" Devon Coleman! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [JDM looks annoyed at the crowd's reaction, Coleman not even seeming phased by their response.] JDM: I suggest that each and every one of you show some respect to Mr. Coleman! But, I don't expect any of you to honestly, truly get, what this man can do. So right now, I'm going to let Mr. Coleman make an example of any Superstar in the locker room who's foolish enough to come out here and sign their suicide note. [The crowd roars awaiting the arrival of one of their favorites who would surely take up the challenge. After a few minutes no music played but the curtains are still pulled aside, to their disappointment however, the figure was still unknown. Wearing a white mask with red and gold trim that wrapped around his face and head, black hair on top of his head was still exposed. Baggy white pants and boots covering his legs and feet while his forearms were also covered in a white and gold trimmed covering. JDM looks confused as the man jumps over the top rope into the ring, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he landed.] JDM: Maybe you misheard me...I said if there was ANY Superstar in the locker room. You.. you're no one! I have no idea who you are! You're a nobody! [Leaning forward, the masked man spoke softly into the microphone.] Whisper. JDM: What? Whisper? I'm not going to Whisper! These people are listening to me, because I have something to say! Whisper: [grabbing JDM's hand and pulling it the microphone closer to his mouth.] Whisper...[pointing to himself]. My name... JDM: [pulls his hand away.] Don't you ever put your hands on me! Well... "Whisper"...I was going to give you a chance to walk out of here. However, seeing as you were stupid enough to come out here and put your hands on me. That offer has now been taken off the table, so this is what's going to happen....your Whisper, is going to become a scream as Mr. Coleman snaps you two! Get an official out here and someone get the ambulance ready! [Whisper is caught on the blind side from the "One Man Wrecking Crew" who levels him with a clothesline out of no where! Whisper crumbles to the mat before being jerked back up to his feet by the head and launched into the corner, a Referee sliding into the ring and motioning for the bell!] __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | DEVON COLEMAN vs WHISPER | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| *DING DING DING!* [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: We weren't expecting this! Devon Coleman, the newest member of the SPW roster is manhandling Whisper as I understand it! Jim: Jeffrey Dylan Marsh isn't going to support someone who isn't going to be a major player in the SPW for a long time to come. I think this newcomer, this Whisper, just made a huge a mistake. If he was looking to get noticed, he may find it the hard way. Sean: Coleman blatantly choking the masked man in the corner! The referee warning him but the "One Man Wrecking Crew" ignoring him, COLEMAN THROWS WHISPER HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING BY THE THROAT! Whisper lands hard on the canvas but stumbles back up to his feet in the far corner! Jim: Devon kicking up dirt like a bull! Coleman charges Whisper in the corner! Whisper kicks his legs up and swings between the ropes and out to the apron! Coleman hits the corner chest first and stumbles backwards! That knocked the wind out of him! Whisper on the apron, he springboards to the top rope and comes off with a spinning leg lariat that takes the powerhouse off his feet! Sean: JDM's jaw just hit the ground! Coleman pushing himself back up to his fe...BUZZSAW KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! Coleman's eyes just rolled back into his skull! He never expected that, but he's not stopping, back up to his feet! Whisper with a stiff knife edge chop! Another! [FACE POP!!!!] Jim: And Coleman isn't even phased! Headbutt from Coleman! Whisper falls to one knee and stands back up, he dazed with that one! STANDING FRONT KICK TO THE FACE OF WHISPER! Coleman just took his head off his shoulders! Cover for the pin! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Whisper kicks out! Coleman sneers, dragging him up by the head and backing him into the corner! Burying knee after knee into the midsection of Whisper! Coleman whips him across the ring with a full head of steam! Whisper hits the buckles and rebounds off, clutching his back, his legs looking rubbery! Coleman ducks down and lifts him across his shoulders in a fireman's carry! Sean: Coleman launches Whisper over head and drops his chest first across the top turnbuckle! Whisper is in a bad way! Coleman takes a step back and punts Whisper off the top rope! Whisper lands feet first on the apron, the wind's been knocked out of him by this massive destroyor of worlds! Coleman hits the ropes and barrels straight into Whisper with a back elbow! WHISPER KNOCKED OFF THE APRON AND CRASHES INTO THE GUARDRAIL! "OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Jim: The Referee ordering Coleman back, JDM runs around the ring and punts Whisper in the head! He's out of it! Marsh rolling him back into the ring, Coleman pushing the referee aside and drops down covering Whisper for the pin! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Whisper kicked out!! Jack: He's trying to weather the storm here, which could be easier said then done! Coleman drags Whisper up to his feet and sets him up on the top turnbuckle! This could be it! He's looking for a muscle buster! HE LIFTS WHISPER OFF THE TOP TUR- WHISPER PUSHES OFF AND LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND COLEMAN! HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER! [CROWD ROARS IN CHEERS!] Jim: Marsh is livid outside the ring! Coleman grabbing his neck, Whisper stumbling up to his feet and rushing into the ropes! Whisper steps on the chest of Coleman and jumps to the top rope! FLYING CROSS BODY TO THE FLOOR ONTOP OF MARSH! HE NEVER SAW IT COMING! [HUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!] Sean: That can even up the odds in a hurry by taking Marsh out of the equation! Whisper got some height on that one! He's putting up a fight, against the odds, he's got everything stacked against him but he's making a name for himself... I'm actually impressed with him! Jim: Both men are impressing me here tonight! Sean: Yeah but who is this Whisper character!? Whisper rolls back into the ring, waiting on Coleman to get up. JUMPING KNEE STRIKE TO THE FACE! Impressive vertical! He just cracked Coleman in the jaw from a standing position! Whisper into the ropes SIDEWALK SLAM FROM COLEMAN! THE CANVAS HAS BEEN SHOOK WITH THE IMPACT! COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: Whisper out the back door! And JDM LOOK OUT! With a chair and throws it into the ring behind the referee's back! JDM on the apron and the official trying to get him down! The referee is distracted and Coleman's got the chair! Jim: Whisper's got no idea what's coming! Coleman measuring him... Sean: COLEMAN SWINGS! WHISPER DUCKS! COLEMAN SPINS AROUND! SUPERKICK INTO THE CHAIR! ****CRRAAAAAAASSSHH!!!** Sean: OHH! THE CHAIR SMACKED OFF COLEMAN'S HEAD! COLEMAN'S ROCKED! Jim: WHISPER KICKS THE BACK OF DEVON'S KNEE OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HIM! WHISPER GRABS THE CHAIR...INTO THE ROPES... TO THE AIR! ***CCCRRRAAASH!!!!*** Sean: SHINING WIZARD! HE JUST DROVE THE CHAIR INTO COLEMAN'S FACE WITH THAT SHINING WIZARD! Jim: HE'S OUT! Whisper ducks out of the ring to the apron! Springboards to the top rope! 450 SPLASH! SPRINGBOARD 450?!!! Sean: WHISPER DIVES AND COVERS COLEMAN! THE REFEREE SLIDES INTO POSITION! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! WHISPER! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: JDM IS LIVID!! Sean: Whisper stumbles back into the barricade, the fans congratulating and slapping his arms and shoulders! He's made an impression on these people tonight! WHO IS THIS GUY!?! Jim: He's made an impression on JDM too it looks like! [Marsh stands up calling for the microphone. Coleman still hasn't moved!] JDM: You...[pointing to Whisper.] I'll see again soon! You however, [looking down to Coleman] the next time I see you, I expect it to be pumping gas the next time I'm in Detroit! [Marsh reaches into his back pocket pulling out a contract and ripping it up over Coleman! Whisper walks backwards up the aisle, extending his arms out and slapping the hands of the fans keeping an eye on JDM. Marsh throwing the mic down and kicking the bottom rope in annoyance of the situation!] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [A black screen. A sultry, female voice comes in.] V: A toast. To the most dominant group in the SPW. In sports entertainment. In the whole damn world. The Young and Beautiful. Cheers. *CLINK!* [Two glasses clink together we as fade into an upscale, lavish office complete with huge LCD television, plush sofa and recliner, and pictures of famous SPW faces. But most importantly we focus on the large framed picture of "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins and "New York's Finest" Nikki James standing back to back in business attire. We turn from the photograph to show the lovely ladies in all their glory. Samantha and Nikki are sipping on their champagne. SSB wears a low cut hot pink minidress, layered with a black shrug, and black designer pumps. Samantha's long blonde blonde hair flows down her back and she is all smiles after her recent promotion at the beginning of the show to Executive Assistant of SPW. Nikki is wearing her ring attire -- a grey pant suit with white ruffled top and black boots. The area of her hair that was shaved by Tiffany Lane back at Charity Carnage is starting to grow back and doesn't look as bad as it did previously. Samantha turns to the camera and cocks her head to the left.] SSB: I hate Tiff couldn't make it. She's too busy downstairs with our photographer from Italy taking new promotional shots for the upcoming Young and Beautiful website. Hmm. Yes... and now.. look at this, Nikki. They're already here to see what we're up to. Whose life we plan on destroying next. The rats backstage are hastily putting their noses where they do not belong. Oh well, it happens when you're as powerful as we are. I guess they want to see whose head we're going to shave next or what superstar will be in line to join the Young and Beautiful. I'm sure baldy herself, Kieran Rae, put them up to them. So, Nikki, why not give them something to talk about? [Nikki turns and looks right into the camera.] Nikki: My oh my. Some people just don't know when to quit, do they? For weeks, I've been hounded by paparazzi scum such as yourselves all with the sole purpose of trying to embarrass me in the tabloids. [She smiles.] Nikki: Well look at me now. Not an ounce of embarrassment in this room... except for you Mister Cameraman. Oh how things can change at a moment's notice. One minute you're another face in the crowd and the next you're one of the elite. [Nikki turns and raises her glass towards Samantha Bevins] Nikki: You know, Sam...people may have taken Young & Beautiful for granted before but with you practically calling the shots in the back, those same people will learn their lesson the hard way. Starting tonight with Heather Owens... [Samantha looks to Nikki, a confused look etched on her face.] SSB: Heather Owens. Hmm. Who is that again? [Nikki chuckles.] Nikki: If I recall, she WAS one of these insipid rats who hang around backstage just looking for a hot scoop to get themselves noticed. Which is funny because if I didn't know any better, I'd say she's STILL up to her old tricks. [Nikki looks back at the camera once more.] Nikki: Heather, sweetheart... you may have the "fastest ascension in SPW history" when you became SPW Women's Champion at Charity Carnage but after tonight, you'll be just another footnote in the annals of SPW history. Right next to "lost her title in her first defense against 'New York's Finest' Nikki James." SSB: Oh. Her. The one who won the belt because JPC had been riding a she-male until dawn and was too tired to lift a finger. [Sipping her champagne, she shows a look of distaste.] SSB: I recall her. Do you know how bored I was when I scouted her? [SSB waves her right hand into the air.] SSB: I must've been out of my mind because I had yet to see her wrestle. Here I was, a woman on a mission for the Young and Beautiful, scouting new talent of women who wanted to be something, and she was lucky enough to catch my eye for one split second. Even a woman of _my_ stature have a moment where their hunch is off... way off. I had mine for the first time in my life. [sighs] I'm glad you took care of her while I was in Fiji with AJ, Nikki. You sure know how to run things when I'm gone. I was joyous to find that you had destroyed her upon my arrival back to the states. Now she is merely sitting on her petty Canadian ass with the Women's Championship. [smiles] Too bad it's coming to the Young and Beautiful tonight. Nikki: Exactly. The power is already in our grasp; it's just a matter of finishing what we started months ago. [She pauses and frowns] Nikki: But Sam, I do have my concerns about Tina Davis being at ringside. After all, I may be a feminist but that don't mean I play for their team. How can I possibly concentrate on serving Heather Owens a one way ticket back to Quebec when her "girlfriend" is stomping around ringside? I'm sure she's still miffed about me having a lock of her precious Heather's hair and would do pretty much anything to steal it away. SSB: Another one? Are we playing name games tonight? Who in the hell is Tina Davis? [Samantha shakes her head.] SSB: Oh! The girlfriend. I'll deal with her, don't worry. Tiffany will deal with her. I have the perfect plan tonight to keep Heather's little buddy at bay as well as a top notch plan to ensure you will win the title. There's no doubt about it, Nikki, you're going to be number one after tonight. I suggest Heather Owens and Tina Davis get their humping... or whatever it is they do... out of the way before the match, since the real victory party comes later tonight. I have another bottle of champagne chilling just for our victory toast. [Turning to the camera.] Nikki: You hear that, Heather Owens. That's the sound of your time as SPW Women's champion coming to an end. Last time I took your hair; tonight I take your gold. And allow me to thank you in advance for keeping the belt warm for me... maybe if you're good, I'll let you touch it one more time before I send you packing to the Great White North. [She raises a hand to push the camera lens.] Nikki: Now go bother someone who gives a damn! [The camera now closes in on SSB who looks annoyed.] SSB: What is it that they say in France? You'll know this one, Owens. C'est la Vie. Such is life. Such is life for a mediocre wrestler. Such is life for a worthless little wimp. Such is life, Heather Owens. [Samantha peers into the camera.] SSB: Such is life. [An arrogant grin.] SSB: Sucks to be you. [Out.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [Jack Sharp stands inside the ring with a microphone. He is wearing a black three piece Brooks Brothers suit and a red silk tie. Sharp looks into the camera.] Jack Sharp: Ladies and gentleman, tonight I will be interviewing the brand new Fusion Champion. So please, hit your feet and allow me to introduce him... "THE GENERAL" BARRY BALDWIN!!! [The lights go down and we hear a recording of World War 2 General George S. Patton] Patton: May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won't. [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Alright! the new Fusion Chapion on his way out, he won the title vacated at Charity Carnage in a New York Street Fight! And they love the General here in Tampa! [Smoke begins to billow across the top of the stage as the PA rings out with machine gun fire and explosions (which are accompanied with physical pyro) and the sound of an approaching helicopter.] [CROWD POP!!!] [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. Baldwin is wearing camo shorts with black boots and an SPW T-shirt. Slung over his shoulder is the SPW Fusion title.] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And he's on his way out here wow, talk about comeback of the year, winning this title validates all the hard work he's put in since returning to this great sport, he is now a Champion and finally regaining a sense of measure that he's wanted for so long! [As the instrumental open continues to play, "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] Sean: Ha ha, and The General is all smiles as he holds off up his new shiny Title!! [By this point, "The General" is at ringside and climbs up on the apron to enter inside the ring. He goes over to Jack Sharp and shakes his hand.] Baldwin: WHAT'S UP, TAMPA! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Thank you for joining us tonight, Barry. Tampa is very happy to see you! In fact... they're on their feet for the new Fusion Champion!! How does it feel to accomplish your goal of becoming Fusion Champ? Baldwin: Let me tell you something, Jack. It feels amazing to know that at forty five years old, I achieved such a crowning glory for my career; not only because I went toe to toe with two of the best members of the SPW locker room at the same time but that I did it in New York City... in front of my hometown fans. And now that I possess this title, I intend to bestow upon it the honor and glory that it deserves.... and that these fans deserve. [POP!!!] That's right, SPW Faithful. You won't see ME dragging it around behind me; waiting for the first opportunity to drop it when something better comes along. That's not the kind of champion "The General" intends to be. Jack: Well Barry I believe you'll be an incredible champion. I already see see the glory and honor you've bestowed on it as you stepped out on stage a few moments ago. How did it feel to be part of that street fight that many are calling the "match of the night" at Charity Carnage? Baldwin: You mean how did it feel to be introduced to half of Times Square's attractions in a single match? [He laughs as he lifts his hair to one side and points to a scar on the side of his head.] Baldwin: Let's just say, this little reminder won't be going away anytime soon. [He lets his hair go and then raises the Fusion title] Baldwin: And neither is this one. [POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Baldwin: But to call that street fight the "match of the night"... that's great but everybody knows the REAL match of the night from Charity Carnage was the World Title match. Even as a graduate of the old school of hard knocks, I was in awe at what both of those men did during those sixty minutes. And I can only hope that whenever I get my chance to challenge for the World Title, whether it be one month, six months or a year from now, I can put on at least HALF of a show that Andrew Davis and Sammy Knight did last month. "MATCH OF THE YEAR!" "MATCH OF THE YEAR!" "MATCH OF THE YEAR!" Jack: Indeed the main event that night was spectacular! But Barry, you're going to have men lined up backstage wanting to take your belt... wanting to take that belt from around your waist. How does that make you feel... to know you're always going to have someone breathing down your neck? Baldwin: Jack... the fact that you ask me that question says a lot about how well you follow my career.... or not. I've felt the cold air breathing down on me since the first day I stepped foot in this company. I wasn't exactly received with open arms by some of the members of the SPW locker room... hell, there are some that still think I hold myself to be "above the law" but I'm not out here to name names or talk ill of the dead. [Baldwin winks at the camera and to all those who follow his innuendo] So how is it any different now that I'm the Fusion champion? I guess maybe my enemies goals are a little different; for now they are aiming to take the title away from me instead of just handing me a one way ticket to the retirement center in the sky. Regardless, I say to every person standing backstage watching this interview and salivating at the idea of THEM wearing the Fusion title... BRING IT ON!!!!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: These fans are behind you, Barry. These fans are 100% behind the Fusion Champion. How does that make you feel? Baldwin: It feels great. Finally SPW has a champion that they can get behind. One who stands for everything holy and respectful in this sport. Now more than ever, with this Power Structure scum running around, SPW needs a stable base and where better to find it than in their champions. Jack: I agree with you, Barry. I think that you will be a strong Fusion Champion and show the SPW you're here to take on any competitor. Speaking of competitors... who do you want to send out a message to tonight here on Conquest? Baldwin: Rather than single anyone out, allow me to make myself clear to everyone in the back....from Anarchy to Vile "Vince" Viper. [He lays the Fusion title down the canvas] If you think you can be a BETTER Fusion champion than I, face me two weeks from tonight and prove it to me. Prove it to yourself. [He points to the crowd] Prove it to these fans! [Baldwin picks up his title and heads to the corner where he stands up on the second turnbuckle to salute that section of the crowd.] Jack: Ladies and gentleman, he is your Fusion Champion... BARRY BALDWIN!!! [Baldwin moves over to the next corner and does the same thing followed by the third and fourth corners. He then exits the ring and heads up the aisle to return to the backstage area.] Sean: And what a fine, respectable Champion! [Quick cut to the backstage area where Baldwin is being attacked!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The Champ is knocked off balance with a wild haymaker to the side of the head, and run head-first into the nearest wall by the unseen assailant!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WHAT THE HELL! WHO IS DOING THIS!?! Jim: SOMEONE ATTACKING OUR FUSION CHAMP!! [The assailant throws a series of punches to take Baldwin down to the floor, before grabbing his leg and swinging it full-force into the wall, causing Baldwin to clutch at his knee, grimacing in pain! The assailant isnt done, rolling Baldwin over before grabbing the leg, heaving Baldwin off the ground, and slamming the knee into the concrete. As Baldwin clutches at the knee once again, the assailant walks away] Sean: Someone, who the hell did this! Who jumped Barry Baldwin like a coward from behind the curtains!! [Only to walk back into full view a few moments later, clutching a chair] Jim: Wait a second, thats Rich Patterson! [Patterson places Baldwins knee inside the chair, as referees rush to try and stop the attack only for Patterson to shove the nearest referee into the wall, before stamping on the chair] ****CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHH!!!!!***** [Patterson walks away, satisfied with his handiwork!] Sean: RICH PATTERSON JUST LAID OUT THE CHAMPION!! Jim: I can't believe that I mean I CAN I'm just saying Baldwin laid out the challenge and already the Bad Seed heard him loud and clear, be careful what you wish for! With Rich Patterson on his heels I think we have our first challenge for Baldwin's Championship before the polish on the title even dries!! ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [Serena Black is walking backstage as she looks up and pauses. JDM Superstar grins down with arms folded, as he stares at Serena, smiling out the side of his mouth. Serena takes a step back, not too pleased at all to see the smug Executive Vice President.] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Serena: ...What. JDM: Well thanks to you, your friend Quinn Scott injured "Violent" Victor Frost at Charity Carnage. And you need to understand that you are personally responsible for the loss of one of our biggest stars. Serena: So what? JDM: So then I got to thinking well, what DOES Serena Black actually do around here? Manager? We already have a manager of the year in "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. You're a hanger on, you're a sponge, you're sillicone enhanced tits and ass which would be revolutionary, if the entire locker room hadn't already tore the bottom off you at least what, is it twice by now? Three times? I mean it's not like you have a managerial contract, you aren't an executive assistant, and last I checked Daddy and Victor Frost weren't here to protect you anymore. So I want to know exactly what you bring to SPW. Serena: You go fuck yourself Marsh. [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: Haha, noooo I think you need to prove yourself. Serena: PROVE Myself!? I have nothing to prove!! JDM: Well you see, that's where you're wrong. And to prove that SPW is a team effort, and since all your political power is gone, I've decided that you will wrestle in the ring and you will do it tonight. [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: It will be Serena Black versus Jean Pierre Celine in the wrestling ring and I intend for you to show us something or we'll have to seriously reconsider your contract. Serena: You can't do this! It'll be all over your head! My lawyers will- Voice: No they won't. [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Quinn Scott somehow appears out of nowhere, and places himself dead between Serena and JDM. Quinn's dull grey eyes simply stare right at JDM Superstar from behind a veil of his hair, as he looks up to the Executive VP. HIs left hand seems to be buried inside his jeans pocket, as it normally is. Tilting his head to the left, there's an audible pop that emits from his neck that causes Serena to cringe a little. A swift motion to the right, and Quinn throws some of the hair out of his face.] Quinn Scott: Contract's not an issue... I signed Serena on as management. Considering how she went out on several limbs for me, I'd be a moron not to. [JDM grits his teeth, and slowly raises his hand to shake.] JDM: Ah Mr. Scott. JDM Superstar, funny that we've never met. [JDM offers his hand, looking for Quinn's left... which has not left its pocket. In fact, Quinn didn't even both to look at JDM's hand.] Quinn: I don't recall laughing about it. [JDM smiles, shrugging it away.] JDM: Well it's funny you did us a favor and took out The Black Mass but I don't know if you've met the real power and force here in SPW. Boys, say hello. [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Jean Pierre Celine, Blake Covington and the masked Kageboushi walk into view, Quinn's eyes shifting between them as he sizes all four targets. JDM is cool, raising a hand as he speaks in a soothing manner.] JDM: You know, forget about that little match for Serena. I see the cold emotionless one has a soft spot after all. Instead consider it as I don't know... an olive branch of sorts. Quinn Scott will be at Conquest next week and he will have a match. And he will face off against Jean Pierre Celine. You see you can wrestle in her stead, Quinn, and if you do well, well maybe we'll even offer you a spot in the Power Structure. [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: So good luck with that. And Serena? You and your white knight in shining armor can BOTH consider yourselves enlightened. [JDM is all smiles as he and the boys walk away, Celine blowing a kiss to Quinn, who remains unfazed. He turns around to Serena, who just looks back at him.] Quinn: What is a "Jean Pierre Celine?" [Serena only shrugs as the two of them start to walk down the hall.] __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | women's world title match | | | | HEATHER OWENS vs NIKKI JAMES | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| Stone: This contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SPW WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!! [MASSIVE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["The Look" by Roxette begins to play, kicking up across the PA System as the audience reaction is somewhat mixed. Can you hear those cheers from the ladies and the jeers from the men? On the SPWTron, we see highlights of Nikki James' in-ring abilities and her recent actions against Tiffany Lane in particular! Spotlights circle to point directly at the two women standing on the metal stage!] [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Walking like a man, Hitting like a hammer, She's a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, Ttasty like a raindrop, She's got the look." [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. Samantha Bevins' blond hair flows down her back as she wears a hot pink minidress with a black shrug and black pumps. Nikki bops from side to side as the lights continue to swirl as Samantha talking trash and twirling her head to send her blonde hair sweeping in a circle, Samantha shakes a manicured finger at the fans!] "Heavenly bound Cause heaven's got a number When she's spinning me around, Kissing is a colour, Her loving is a wild dog, She's got the look." [Nikki & Samantha make their way down the aisle and and climb the ring steps. Standing on the apron, they turn to face the fans. Samantha grins, staring at the jeering fans as she steps inside the ring and prepares for Nikki to personally eliminate another member of the SPW Women's division!! Nikki climbs in behind her and begins to stretch in the corner.] "She's got the look. She's got the look. What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue. When everything I'll ever do I'll do for you And I go: la la la la la She's got the look." [The music fades as Steve Stone raises a microphone to his lips and looks at his cards.] Stone: INTRODUCING FIRST- BEING ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY "SENSUOUS" SAMANTHA BEVINS. 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 steps out of the ring as Nikki James leans back in the corner.] Stone: And her opponent!!! [MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: The champion now being introduced! [As "Dangerous" by Roxette begins to play over the loud speaker video is shown first of Heather in her former position as an announcer before you hear "CLASS DISMISSED!" in French(CLASSE CARTE!) by a female. Heather walks out from the curtain with Tina and the belt held high above her head while the blue and white pyros that symbolize the colours of her country go off and her and Tina walk down to the ring and Steve Stone gives the introduction.] Stone: ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY TINA DAVIS. SHE IS FROM MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA. TONIGHT SHE WEIGHED IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX POUNDS... SHE IS THE SPW WOMEN'S CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOORLD... THIS IS THE PRODIGY... HEATHEEERRRR!!!!! OOOWEEEEEENNNSSSSS!!!!! [The crowd gives a slight cheer to the young lady as she acknowledges the crowd with a small bow and she parades around the ring with the title before leaping up onto the apron and entering the ring staring a hole into SSB and Nikki James.] Jim: Both women now in the ring! Jack: Time to get this anticipated contest started! Sean: Yes indeed! Wait. What the- ["Sensuous" Samantha Bevins suddenly grabs a microphone from the ringside area. She walks around the outside, grinning deviously.] SSB: Oh, I'm sorry, did I forget something? It seems that I did. Hmm. Tina Davis is banned from ringside during this match. So please, leave the area Ms. Davis. If you will not do so I will be forced to have security remove you from this building at once. [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SSB using her power as Executive Assistant to BAN Tina Davis from ringside!!! Sean: Tina Davis is shaking her head no. She doesn't want to leave ringside!!! Jim: Too bad. She's gone. The Sensuous One has set her foot down. [An irate Tina Davis stares down SSB. Samantha smirks and tilts her head to the right, then pointing to the back. Davis begins stalking toward Samantha who immediately drops her microphone and runs to the other side of the ringside area. Samantha screams for security and two burly men come running from the back.Tina Davis points to Bevins as the two men escort Davis away from the ringside area. Pleased, Samantha grabs her microphone again.] SSB: Ring the damn bell! ***DINGDINGDING!!!*** Jack: There's the bell! Jim: Heather Owens keeps staring at SSB. She is NOT happy one bit. Heather has spoken of her utmost respect for Bevins in the past- but I bet that is not the case any more! Sean: Well while Heather is busy being distracted by Bevins, Nikki James isn't wasting any time! Jack: INCOMING!!! Sean: James with a huge clothesline on Owens and sends her to the outside!! This match has just begun and these ladies are already going to the outside. [Heather Owens lands hard on the outside. James exits the ring and jumps down to the outside of the ring. The fans begin riling up on the outside as James grabs Heather and SLAMS her head into the steel steps!!! Nikki turns around and begins mouthing off to a few fans. She grabs Owens and rolls her into the ring.] Sean: Owens inside now! She's holding the side of her head! That had to hurt! Jack: This is going to be pure chaos tonight, ladies and gentleman. Jim: I agree. The women's championship is on the line!! Heather Owens won the title at Charity Carnage. Her friend and translator, Tina Davis, has been banned from ringside. She has all the stakes against her as Samantha and Nikki are on top of things tonight. Jack: Samantha doesn't seem much worried about this match, or anything else, considering her newest addition to Young and Beautiful earlier tonight, Tiffany Lane. Sean: I am still in shock from that one, Jack!!! Jack: I think we all are. It was a huge shock and I am surprised Ms. Lane hasn't graced us with her presence yet at ringside. [Inside the ring Nikki James hits Owens with a BACKBREAKER!!! Owens was slammed onto the canvas and is now holding her back in pain. Nikki James looks aroung, smiling... wasting time... showing she is the one in control. Nikki throws her arms into the air as the crowd boos her.] Sean: Look at that smug look on her face!!! Jim: She's in control, gentleman. She's showing off. Nikki James now gathering Owens back up... and she throws her into the turnbuckle!!! [Owens crumples inside the turnbuckle. Nikki laughs loudly before running forward with a huge kick to Owen's ribs!!! Not once... not twice... but three times!!! Owen bows up in pain as Nikki grabs her and lands her in a snap suplex!!! Nikki rolls to her feet and grins wickedly before now executing a beautiful Fisherman's suplex on The Prodigy!!] Sean: One of Nikki's favorite moves to use!! Nikki hooks the leg! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO- KICKOUT BY THE CHAMPION!!! Jack: Heather Owens kicks out!! Nikki James now arguing with the official- she is telling him she had a three count! Jim: And he is telling her she is wrong! Nikki is wasting valuable time here! Sean: She is! Samantha is pacing on the outside. I think she is going to have a breakdown if Nikki doesn't get stared again on Heather. [Nikki brushes off the referee and puts Heather in a side headlock position. Heather struggles a bit, trying to break loose from the move. Nikki locks the position on tighter and walks to the other side of the ring near the turnbuckle. She waits a second before stepping up to the second rope...] Sean: TORNADO DDT!!! Jim: NIKKI PULLING OUT ALL THE STOPS!!! EXCELLENT MOVE FROM THE CHALLENGER!!!! Jack: Nikki still remaining in control of this contest! Bevins telling Nikki to rip Owens' head off! This is going to get brutal! [Nikki brings Heather up and throws her into the ropes- Owens rebounds and leap frogs Nikki!!!] Jack: Owens showing off her agility! She just put one past Nikki! Owens grabs Nikki... THE SHOWOFF SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!! Sean: The champion takes Nikki James down!!! Jim: Nikki James down and out as Heather Owens takes the immediate control. Heather sends Nikki into the ropes! Nikki rebounds! Jack: SHE CATCHES NIKKI WITH A SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!!! Followed by a vicious elbow to Nikki's throat!!! Jim: Not looking good for Nikki James right now!!! [Heather Owens makes it to her feet, smiling smugly at "The Sensuous One" who throws her back a nasty look. Heather hits a few punches on Nikki and backs her into the rope. Heather sets Nikki's head up in the middle rope, takes a run ago and springboards over the top rope with a flying leg drop on the back of Nikki's neck!!!] Jack: What a move!!! [MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Owens hopping back inside the ring to make sure she keeps Nikki off her feet! She helps Nikki up and sends her into the turnbuckle! Nikki goes over and upside down in the "Tree of Woe!" Jim: And Heather Owens hits her with a dropkick to the head!!! Sean: Whoa! Jim: "Sensuous" Samantha is beating on that canvas like she never has before!!! She wants Nikki to win this contest. She wants that women's championship in the Young and Beautiful!!! Jim: Well Nikki may be her meal ticket then. Nikki may win that championship tonight... but Heather Owens sure is looking good right now! Sean: Oh yes! Heather Owens is really looking impressive tonight. She is wasting no time inbetween moves and that is one of the reasons she won the gold at Charity Carnage! Jack: Owens is dragging Nikki James to the corner!! Is it wise to go to the top at this time in the match?? Jim: Not with "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins around ringside!!! Sean: Heather is going to the top anyway!!! Heather ascending to the top rope, and Samantha sees it... she is jumping on the apron!!! Jim: C'mon, Ref, throw her out!!! Jack: I think he'd be out of a job if he did that!!! [SSB smiles and drops off the apron. As soon as Heather turns her back Nikki James is given plenty of time to recover and run into the ropes turnbuckle sending Heather to the outside!! Samantha walks around ringside and laughs at Heather as the official dares her to try anything. Nikki drops to the outside and sneers at the booing fans. She grabs Nikki up and back suplexes her straight down onto the mat. Samantha screams at Nikki to move the mats up and suplex her on the concrete!] Jack: Bevins wants Heather Owens to be suplexed on the concrete! C'mon now, get this match under control! Jim: He is trying! He's ordering Nikki into the ring! Nikki not listening and she's pulling up the mats on the outside. Nikki is going to do something devastating to Heather Owens. She could end her career people! Sean: That is what Nikki wants! Nikki wants to be remembered as an evil individual and she does not give a damn what it takes to do so. Nikki James is looking for trouble. Why doesn't she just get in the ring already? [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Nikki has the mat up! She's bending over to pick Heather up, but Heather with a quick kick to Nikki's head!!! NIKKI DOWN!!! Sean: Heather needs to capitialize on this!!! The Referee has been counting and he's on five!!! She needs to get back into the ring!!! Jim: Heather is no idiot, Sean! She's trying, but it's hard knowing Samantha is breathing down your neck! [Heather lands a knee drop right into the neck of James! James grabs at her neck before Owens picks her up and rolls her back into the ring. The Referee quits his count as Heather begins stomping a complete mudhole in James!] Sean: We're finally moving things back into the ring now. Heather Owens in control of this contest. She's taking her out frustrations on Nikki! She keeps stomping and stomping! And now she sets Nikki up... AND DDT!!! Jack: IMPLANT DDT AT THAT!!!!! Jim: This could easily be it! Lateral press by Owens and the referee is in position for this pinfall! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO- NIKKI KICKS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Samantha beside herself! Looks like she thought this could be the end! Jim: But alas it isn't and the challenger is still in the contest. Heather takes Nikki up by the hair of her head and tosses her into the turnbuckle... no! Quick Irish whip by the challenge! New York's Finest sends Owens into the turnbuckle instead! Jack: Nikki going to connect with a clothesline but Heather moves! Nikki hits the ringpost hard... ouch! Right into her shoulder! Sean: OUCH!!! NIKKI JUST TOOK SOME PUNISHMENT FROM THE RINGPOST!!!!!! Jim: Heather coming in from behind and she rolls Nikki up!!! Sean: Nice one by Heather!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NIKKI KICKS OUT!!!! BARELY!!!! [CROWD GOES INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THAT WAS SO CLOSE!!!!!!!!!! Jim: Heather is getting Nikki to her feet... RUNNING BULLDOG!!! James going flying onto the canvas again and she is holding her hurt shoulder and screaming out loud! Sean: Heather realizes the pain that Nikki is going through and she begins stomping on Nikki's shoulder!!! Again and again!!! Heather now hoists Nikki up... and VERTICAL SUPEX!!! Straight onto the mat!!! Heather is in absolute control!!! Jack: Yes she is!!! And SSB realizes this!!! Sean: Samantha is getting back on the microphone!! SSB: Oh, I am so sorry! I forgot to tell you this at the beginning. There are no suplexes allowed to be used in this match. So carry on. [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: What in the world... Sean: No suplexes?!! Jim: I guess she is making sure Heather doesn't use any suplexes on Nikki. Good God, this is outrageous. Sean: Heather Owens going to the top rope!!! Oh God, Samantha is back on the microphone!! [Samantha walks around ringside with her microphone. The Referee looks around at Samantha who points to the ring.] SSB: There will be no going to the top rope in this match as well. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news. So please, Heather, get off the top rope of you will have to forfeit your championship tonight. [CROWD GIVES A MIXED REACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Oh no! [It's too late as Nikki James has gotten up! New York's Finest runs and knocks Heather Owens off the turnbuckle! Owens screams, falling to the outside in a hard thud.] "THUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDD!" Sean: OUCH!!!! HEATHER HIT HARD!!! Jim: The crowd is getting on their feet!!! [The crowd hit their feet as Nikki James laughs to herself and rolls out of the ring. Nikki kicks Heather in the head a few times before picking her back up and throwing her back first into the ringpost!!! Heather's body falls down into a limp position and Nikki takes this opportunity to give her a huge bicycle kick to the face!!!] Sean: SSB is screaming at Nikki!!! What!!! SHE WANTS NIKKI TO GET A CHAIR!!!!!! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: NIKKI IS LAUGHING!!! SHE'S PUTTING HEATHER BACK INTO THE RING!!!! NIKKI CAN'T USE A CHAIR IN THIS MATCH!!!! Jack: OR CAN SHE???!!! I AM SO CONFUSED!!!!!! [Samantha grabs the microphone yet again and walks around ringside. She smiles and raises her hand in the air. The fans are booing like crazy!!!] SSB: Oh yes, I forgot one more thing. This match is no a no disqualification match. Let's finish this off, Nikki!! Young and Beautiful needs the belt!!! Finish this peasant off! [Nikki James grabs a chair from "Sensuous" Samantha's grasp. Nikki smiles at Samantha who shrugs. Nikki turns around and walks over to the limp body of Heather Owens. She brings the chair up!!!] Sean: She's going to take out Heather Owens!!! [Nikki lifts up the chair......] SSB: [yelling from ringside] HIT HER!!!! LET'S GO NIKKI!!!! Sean: OOOOOH!!!!!!!!!! HEATHER OWENS MOVES!!! NIKKI HITS ALL MAT!!! [A MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!! THEN CHEERS FROM THE CROWD!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: How did Heather move!!! Samantha is livid!!!! She isn't sure what sort of action to take next!!! Heather Owens is on her feet... Nikki is bringing up the chair to hit her again... NO!!! SPINNING HEEL KICK BY HEATHER OWENS!!! NIKKI JAMES EATS STEELE!!!! Sean: Heather Owens is going for a pinfall!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD GOES WILD WITH JEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: OH MY GOD!!!! TIFFANY LANE IS OUT HERE!!!! TIFFANY LANE JUST PULLED HEATHER OWENS FROM THE RING AND TO THE OUTSIDE!!!! HEATHER HAD THIS MATCH WON!!!!!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HEATHER OWENS IS PISSED OFF!!! TIFFANY LANE, THE NEWEST EDITION TO THE YOUNG AND THE BEAUTIFUL JUST BITCH SLAPPED HEATHER OWENS!!!! Jack: THIS IS INSANE!!!! THIS NO DQ, NO SUPLEX, NO TOP ROPE MANEUVER MATCH HAS GONE TOO FAR!!!! SAMANTHA IS TAKING THIS MATCH TOO DAMN FAR!!!! [Tiffany Lane laughs and throws Heather to the ground. Heather grabs at her cheek in pain as Samantha comes up from behind and grins at Tiffany. Tiffany, in her Young and Beautiful tank top, looks completely evil. The fans are going wild & booing her... and she doesn't seem to give a damn!!! Samantha screams as Tiffany picks up Heather Owens and throws her into the ring to a waiting Nikki James!!! Nikki James waits as Owens begins trying to scramble and get free from Nikki's grasp... but Nikki picks Heather up... and SITDOWN FACESLAM!!!!] Sean: LIGHTS OUT!!!!!!!! Jim: Lights out indeed!! Jack: THIS HAS GOT TO BE OVER!!!! NIKKI IS IN POSITION... SHE'S PULLING UP HER LEG AND HEATHER'S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN. 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO- HEATHER KICKS OUT!!!!!!! THE CHAMP KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Samantha looks utterly SHOCKED!!!! Tiffany Lane stands on the outside not sure what to do!!!!] Sean: What is going to happen next!!! [Nikki slams the canvas, wasting no time to get to her feet and grab Heather by her hair. She slings Owens around by her hair quickly and begins stomping on her left and right! Owens screams in pain as Nikki picks her up and drops her with an inverted atomic drop!!! Owens falls to the ground as Tiffany and SSB scream for Nikki to end Owens, and to end her quick!!! Nikki smiles sadistically and looks for the chair she dropped earlier. Samantha slides it to her. Nikki grabs the chair and lifts up and then bring it back down onto the shoulder of the champ!!!] Sean: Ouch!!! Nikki using that chair!!! Jim: She raises it and brings it down once more!!! [As Nikki raises the chair to bring it down over the head of Heather Owens the arena suddenly goes pitch black!!!] [CROWD SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: The lights just went out!!! Jack: THIS IS INSANE!!! IT IS PITCH BLACK!!! [CROWD SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: I'm so confused!!! Jack: I'm scared!!! Sean: Both of you quit!! THIS IS INSANE ENOUGH!!! [The lights come back on to show Heather on top of Nikki. The chair is in close proximity to their bodies. The official looks around in shock and sees the pin. He slides into place.] Sean: Samantha trying to rush into the ring, but here comes Tina Davis!!! DAVIS OUT OF NOWHERE!!! SHE IRISH WHIPS SAMANTHA INTO THE RINGPOST OUTSIDE THE RING!!! SAMANTHA GOES CRASHING!!! Jim: OH MY!!! THE CHAOS!!!! Jack: TIFFANY LANE RUNS AND SHE SPEARS TINA DAVIS!!! DAVIS AND LANE ROLLING AROUND ON THE OUTSIDE!!! And inside the ring!!! Sean: Inside the ring Heather has Nikki down... and we don't know how!!! The lights went out... literally!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: YOUR WINNER AND STILL SHOOTFIRE WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... HEATHER!!!!!!!!! OWENS!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: HEATHER WITH A SUCCESSFUL RETAINING OF HER TITLE!!! What an insane match! James in control and the lights go out and Heather on top of her? This sounds awful weird ladies and gentleman!!! ["Dangerous" by Roxette cues up over the arena as Tina Davis slides into the ring holding her side from the spear she just received from The Blonde Bombshell!! Heather Owens rises to her feet and is given the championship belt. The crowd seem to get behind the women's champion! Meanwhile, Lane pulls James out of the ring and helps her to her feet. Samantha sits on the floor holding her shoulder, cursing Tina Davis and Heather Owens.] Sean: Heather Owens overcame the power of SSB. Samantha is irate she did not bring the belt into Young and Beautiful! Jim: Nikki James did all she could... but in the end... when the lights came back on... Heather Owens is the winner. Wait a second, Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that "Heartless" Jakob Volga has arrived in the St. Pete Times Arena, and he is on his way out here! SPW Conquest continues, next!! [Fade out as HJV gets out of his range rover, the black "Heartless" leather jacket facing the camera as Volga turns and in his taped hands, carries the signature axehande! The fans are cheering out as the bearded prizefighter makes his way through the parking lot, pointing to the denizens of SPW workers and staff who have turned out to see him arrive. They are all applauding his return as Volga nods, thanking them all as he makes his way for the ring.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [The house lights slowly dim, as the audience turn to the entranceway with baited breathes. Suddenly the PA system starts to pump the Bryan Ferry cover of "Sympathy for the Devil." Sure the rights are cheaper, but the manic Roxy Music take is rather unsettling in its own right. Not knowing who uses it as entrance music, the fans start pulling out their lighters, and flash photographs, trying to get a better glimpse of the entrance in the darkness...] "Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for long, long years Stole many man's soul and faith" [...Claws cut through the backstage curtains, as Vile "Vince" MOTHERFUCKING Viper steps out of the back to MONSTEROUS APPLAUSE from the capacity crowd. With the former GODs appearance, bright lights start to strobe, spot lights search through the crowd, and a blinding display of pyrotechnics, turn the arena into some hellish discotheque.] "And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate" [Strutting out into red spotlights, Vile throws his arms up in the air for a "V," prompting the sheep to do likewise. A wave starts to form. V. V. V. VVV. V-V-V!!! As the audience rise to the occasion, TripleV suddenly throws his arms down, sending his black snakeskin coat to the filthy aisle floor. Rather than pick it up, Vile continues to strut down the aisle, ignoring requests for high fives. What a prick.] "Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game" [Running those razor sharp claws into his black silk shirt... tearing it apart. Running a talon along his sleeve, Vile cuts the cloth away in seconds, shreds slipping off him. Rather than get an eyeful of bulbous albino skin, and scar tissue, the crowds relieved to see a bright red undershirt...] "I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain" [A little girl holds out her hand looking to touch the Vile One. Stopping in his tracks, Vile shuffles over, and then throws a leg up on the guardrail, thrusting his crotch in the childs direction. Thats not very face like. Still, hes better than Davis. The audience continue to cheer, with only the little girls mother dragging her away from the repulsive old man. Trying to capture the youth audience, Vile points to his crotch with those razor sharp nails... then digs in, ripping off his pants. Concerned parents groups, whod welcomed Vile Vince Viper as a positive influence on Shootfires violent content, and were pleased with his strong Christian values and grandfather look, start to get understandably uncomfortable with this ultraviolent striptease...] "I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank" [As those snakeskin pants hit the floor, everyone breaths a sigh of "thank god no nudity" relief to find the bright red top is part of some long underwear, covering up Viles naughty bits. Here they thought this was going to be tasteless. Thank goodness. ...Thats when the tail falls out.] "Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah (woo woo, woo woo)" [Arriving at ringside, Vile playfully bounds up the steel steps, letting his pointy, bright red devil tail sway back and forth for the camera. Reaching the apron, Vile turns to the closest videographer, and flicks out his forked tongue. What a man.] "I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made (woo woo, woo woo)" [As Vile finally enters the ring, decked out in his one piece devil underwear the music slowly fades out. Turning his back to the camera, Vile looks down, then reaches up... pulling a hood up over his hair... yeah, devil horns. While the thought of an old man in devil pyjamas might seem comical, there is nothing funny about this grotesque, sleazy, almost sinister man flashing his fiendish grin for some confused fans. Making matters worse is a rather large cock piece which makes Vile look like the twenty four inch python is in his pants. The network has to blur it out. Most audience members are trying to look away from it.] Vile Vince Viper: ...They say that God is dead... so I stand before you... THE BEASSSSSSSSSSSSSST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Surprisingly warm, if mixed reaction from the crowd, but I dont think this gimmick will play face in the Bible belt...] Vile Vince Viper: ...If I cant be the saviour of Ssshootfire Pro... well... Ill be your damnation. Those PIGS in management dont know who theyre messing with... they just signed a DEAL with the DEVIL. Speaking of deals... I should probably address my new contract. ...As some of you may be aware, Ive recently given up my LEGEND status for an exclusive contract with Ssshootfire Pro Wrestling. Basically I can ONLY wrestle for Shootfire... appearances elsewhere would be in violation of that clause, and essentially render my contract void. Making matters difficult is the fact that I do have PRIOR ENGAGEMENTS with another federation. I have a CONTRACT with them. Should I get sssued over there, to avoid getting ssssued over here!? Kind of boring isnt it? I dont really want to get into the legal details here... this isnt the forum for it... they have a piece of paper with my signature; I have video footage of them getting it while I was doped out of my mind. Why on EARTH would they do that on camera? Well let the lawyers figure out whos in hotter water. The only reason I mention it here is because one of the boys in the back may spot me working dates at another show, and go IF VILE CAN DO IT, WHY CANT I?! BECAUSE THAT WAS THE ARANGEMENT WHEN I SIGNED MY CONTRACT, THAT WAS THE SITUATION I WAS INVITED INTO BEFORE MANAGEMENT SSSOURED ON ME! Where do _I_ get off?! Who do _I_ think _I_ am!?! WHY AM _I_ DIFFERENT FROM YOU? BECAUSSSE... IM VILE _VINCE_ MOTHERFUCKIN VIPER THATS WHY!!! So if ANY of the boys in the back feel they should get the same "sweet treatment," and work other promotions, I have an open contract ...LOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSER LEAVES TOWN... you can either put an end to MY special treatment, or you can work wherever the FUCK you want... but THAT is the only option, THAT is where WE ssstand. I dont need a contract to be a LEGEND. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [They should add that to the intro of conquest, along with a picture of Vile hitting Brody Thunder with a Satans strut. It never happened, but they should. Photoshop people. Photoshop!] [A few "You sold out" chants start up amongst the idiot fans, not enough to turn into a real movement, but you can tell the fans are upset VVV wouldnt give up wrestling in other places for them. Youre either Shootfire... or youre not...] Vile "Vince" Viper : See... I get the exclusive thing, I have a few obligations that dont allow my full support of it at the moment, bad timing but I get it. Who wants to PUSH a man... put him in a position where he can win your world title, if hes going to be a joke elsewhere. Who wants Sssammy Knight to defeat ALL CHALLENGERSSS for a year and a half, only to lie down like a bitch in every other federation hes in... it would make SSSPW look bad. ...its worse for a guy like TripleV, because I dont have the best of reputations elsewhere as it is. They could put me in a world title match... and... FUCK ME, I could win! I could win that title... and in one of my other appearances just... lose a match. ...But that can of worms was opened the moment they started signing LEGEND contractsss. One mansss legend is another mans joke. Luke Kinsssey, Joe Petrow, Ssspectre, Monet, Frossst, Ssstarring... you just had one of the BIGGESSST, GREATESSST MATCHES in the history of SSSPW. ...and I won it. I went through 30 other men... 40 if you count that Power Structure trash. Andrew Davisss might have managed a DRAW, but I pulled off the victory in a match with men he can only DREAM of losssing too. ...And I wouldnt have gotten the chance if I didnt go exclusive. Whats that sssay? ...That LEGEND contracts are only around to add name recognition to the product, LEGENDSSS cant win matches unless theyre exclusive. If thats the mission statement, how the FUCK does SSSPW hope to EVER sign another LEGEND? ["Because SPW is the greatest federation on earth," chants start to go up... they fall on deaf ears. Vile was in a bad mood to begin with, fuck these fans are starting to bother him.] Vile "Vince" Viper: ...Oh, and ssspeaking of contractsss... didnt mine include another match tonight? You know BLOOD FEUD CAGE MATCH as the first step towards the title shot thats going down, but should be elsewhere? ....Yeah, I wasnt supposed to take on DAVISSS... I guess what Im trying to say is... even sssuspension can't save you! S S S T E V E G R E E D Y I WILL END YOUR CAREER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [MEGA POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Vile as voice of reason Satan was starting to lose the crowd, but questioning Steve Greedys sexual identity won them back.] ["Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine kicks up over the PA System as JDM Superstar steps out of the back. Wearing his three piece suit, the Executive Vice President is none too pleased and quite frankly exhausted and frustrated with the current state of affairs. The last thing he needs is to be summoned by the biggest primadonna SPW has to offer. He shakes his head, mic in hand and makes his way down the aisle. Blake Covington, a VERY muscular athlete, as both his upper and lower body are very well toned and defined steps out next. He has short black hair and baby blue eyes. He is decked out in a nice black 3 piece suit with matching black suede shoes. Jean Pierre Celine steps out next, in his open white dress shirt and black velvet pants, a careless smirk across his face as he twirls a single long stemmed rose to a huge heel pop. Silently behind JDM Superstar, the purple masked Kageboushi makes his appearance, wearing a black track suit. JDM nods and all four make their way down the aisle for the ring.] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: JDM Superstar, Jean Pierre Celine and these new men, in Blake Covington and Kageboushi arriving for the ring and it looks like Vile might be outnumbered. No Steve Greedy as he was suspended earlier on by Gideon Cain himself and the former second in command of the Power Structure apparently has something to get off his chest, a triple threat of sorts entering the ring and VVV may want to look out for his own safety the mood they're in. Jim: And when did Kageboushi sign with the Power Structure!? Chris Wheeling must have gotten him aboard before he was fired!! [They enter the ring and all spread out, Vile Vince Viper trying to keep an eye on everyone. The fans are waiting, not knowing who will jump first.] Vile Vince Viper: ...damn... what happened to the rest of you... JDM: Viper you miserable piece of----- Vile Vince Viper: Jeffrey! How goes buddy? Good. Good. Now, correct me if Im wrong... but didnt my brand ssspanking new contract include a match with Steve Greedy tonight? [JDM Superstar shoots Viper a dirty look....] Vile Vince Viper: It did. How the HELL did you forget continuity from a single show ago? I don't care if he's suspended! COME ON MAN youre not even trying... UNLESSSSSSSS... do... do you want to REMEMBER during my title match... INSERT him into my match with Davis? Yeah youd both like to INSSSSSERT yourself into Davisss wouldnt you... [MORE GAY BASHING! HOW COULD WE SLOWLY TURN AWAY FROM THIS GUY POP!?] Vile Vince Viper : Or we could have our little match AFTER my assured TITLE VICTORY... Greedy coming out clobber me after Ive spent all my energy mopping the ring with Davisss. Im not going to play that game... IF GREEDY WON'T SHOW - WHO HERE WANTS TO SEE ME KICK THESE BITCHES' ASSSSSSSS RIGHT NOW?!?!?!?!?! [WE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Vile Vince Viper: I mean MURDER the SPW B Team!? [WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Vile Vince Viper: So you all want to see me kill JDM, right here, right now? [YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Vile Vince Viper : ...FUCK YOU! YOURE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! WHAT YOU WANT DOESNT MATTER YOU WHITE TRASH PIECES OF SHIT... YOUR OPINION MEANS ABOUT AS MUCH TO ME AS A FESTERING BOWL OF DOG SNOT!!! [...] [...harsh.] [Bonus points for the UHF reference, but the audience are starting to boo Vile. You can still vote him JTF Face of the year though...] Vile Vince Viper: I don't even know why you're out here...Marsh... and if you won't let Greedy wrestle tonight, I have bigger fisssh to fry. Ill postpone our little encounter, _IF_ you make my match against Andrew Davis NO DQ... [JDM Superstar scoffs.] JDM: You know Viper you have a lot of nerve, telling me anything. What have you ever done for us? Nothing. What and now you... want a favor?? Vile Vince Viper: I just want a clean finish in our match... nothing more... besides without the threat of disqualification the Power Ssstructure can start interfering in the match from the get-go, instead of waiting until its over... which is overplayed. [What do they have to lose? Coming to the same conclusion, JDM decides to be magnanimous. He is smiling and he just shakes his head, completely disgusted and revolted at even being the presence of the former God of SPW.] JDM: Vile I have more than enough on my plate tonight. I need to deal with you freaks like I need a second asshole on my elbow. Fine... No disqualications? Done. Youll have no escape from a clean LOSS. [Nodding, Vile chuckles at this little outcome...] Vile Vince Viper: ...Oh, by the way... just in case the Power Ssstructure was planning on interfering, I decided to get a little back-up of my own. I remembered... I dont just have friends.... I have family. You cant put a price on FAMILY. [FAMILY?] [HAS SPIKE NELSON SIGNED A CONTRACT WITH SPW!?!?!!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!] [THAT WOULD BE FUCKING SWEET!] [The lights go out.] [Lightning strikes...] [The ropes burst into flames illuminating the ring, now filled with bodies...] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Vile Vince Viper has joined the family! [MONSTER HEEL HEAT as Jester Chad Allen and Iris Galiver step into the light.] [HOW COULD YOU JOIN THOSE FREAKS VILE - HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The Children of Hardcore also step out, surrounded by a dozen midgets dressed in little Satan outfits.] [...and a larger shadow emerges behind the Children of Hardcore.] [OH SHIT ITS DEATHKNELL MONSTER HEEL HEEL POP!!!!!] Sean: DEATHKNELL! CHAD ALLEN HAS GOTTEN VILE VINCE VIPER AND DEATHKNELL TO JOIN THE FAMILY! [Jester whispers something to VVV who flashes his yellow grin, and hands The Father the mic.] JCA: Do you see, non-believers? I told you that things had only just begun for The Family, and here it is, in living color for all of you to bear witness. No longer will The Family be your outcasts, your exiles. We are bringing our dystpoic playland right into your living rooms. With The Mentor, the Beast, The REAL King of Snakes looking to bring us the SPW World Title, and my Children of Hardcore having a new sibling in Deathknell, there is simply no stopping us as we bring the SPW to its final midnight, and no Power Structure can stop that. [The Family seem pleased with themselves, as the ring starts to fill up with garbage. The camera pans around to JDM Superstar who swallows hard, Celine and Blake Covington looking around, instantly on the defensive. Kageboushi does not move. Covington emerges from the rear to slowly approach Vile, only to be cut off rather rudely by Deathknell. The two men have to be held back by JDM and Allen respectively, as 3 to the V takes the mic back from Jester, shooting a look at the buff rookie first, before focusing his attention back on JDM.] Vile Vince Viper: ...You might run the front office... but my friends are ssscarier than your friends. Marsh, my FAMILY cant be bought. Marsh... [JDM Superstar and Celine seem to having a private animated discussion about their options, they dont look pleased.] Vile Vince Viper: Marsh... JDM: Are you serious?! Is that what you want? You are three seconds away from your blood all over this ring. [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Vile Vince Viper: JEFF... we can turn this into a little gang war, but that doesnt really help anyone. I have a title to win, and you have a Power Ssstructure to add muscle too. Youve lost Starring, your boss has abandoned you, you need to rebuild, not allow the rest of your crew to get horribly injured by these wonderful people. Ssso I really dont expect to see any of your soldiers taking advantage of the no DQ stipulation tonight... thats all me. JDM: You know as well as I do, that with one stroke of the pen I could end you or any of these misfits in the ring here in SPW. Especially because you're supposed to be exclusive and you also work for the GWA?? I probably SHOULD try to get you fired. [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: SHUT UP!! But you know what? For once in your miserable, overrated life you are right. And I'm glad you've chose to align with The Family. Because these psychotic beasts are exactly what we've always been saying you are. A self-serving, shameless self-promoting megalomaniac of a veteran douchebag. You know why Steve Greedy was the perfect heir to your legacy? BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE EXACTLY ALIKE. You don't care about SPW, you don't care about these fans, you only care about YOURSELF. You only have, you only will, and each and everyone of these fans now know that. So thank you. Thank you Vile for exposing yourself as the fraud and "hero" that everyone has been fooled into believing since you got back. At the least your "FAMILY" have never pretended to be anything they're not. [Jester grins as he clenches his fists.] JDM: But now you want to be World Heavyweight Champion. Really. The one title that's eluded you for a decade now. And now is your time to shine. So thankfully you decide that we can't afford a feud with you right now and surprise surprise, you're right. THAT BEING SAID what do I see? [JDM looks at the talent in the ring, at DeathKnell, having never seen him up close... and then to his guys and back into Vile's beady yellow eyes.] JDM: I see the strongest factions in SPW. The Family and The Power Structure COULD tear each other apart and leave our broken bodies laying on the battlefield for that punk Andrew Davis, or the Knights, the Pietkas, the Volgas and the rest of the Superstars to pick apart. But what's the profit in that? ...As far as I'm concerned, your problem with Steve Greedy is not, our problem. And as far as we... are concerned, if you want to be World Champion you go right for it. But you agree to keep your monsters away from mine... and we'll be just fine. Otherwise I swear to GOD that this time next year, neither one of us will survive to be here. But other than that... [JDM holds out a hand to shake.... and begins to smile.] JDM: The Power Structure wishes you the best of luck in your World Title Pursuits, Mr. Viper. [HUUUUUUUUUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The Power Structure smile as Viper looks at the hand, and raises his eyebrow. Withdrawn. Smiling, VVV goes to leave. But then he turns back.] 　 Vile Vince Viper: ...Oh... and Jeffrey... this is temporary... this can only end with one of us in a broken, quivering in a pool of blood, ssshitting themssselvesss. Sssee you around, Marsh. [With that, The Family leave the ring as JDM Superstar, JPC, Covington and Kageboushi stand there watching... none too pleased with this new cold war of attrition. Vile Vince Viper turns back, motioning for the World Title belt as the audience begins to boo him loudly! He is all smiles as he makes his way to prepare, promising to leave the building the new SPW Champion of the World.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [Fade in: The shot opens on a piece of paper. It is a small piece of paper, a business card. The name on the card is smeared by water and stained by violent pen strokes. Still we can see the name: Chris Wheeling. A drop of blood falls on the card. Then another drop falls. Then it is a splash as we hear a contralto female voice groan in pain. The camera pulls back to show Poet Wright clutching her face. A fresh cut runs from her mouth to her ear. Her hand trembles as she brings the razor blade clutched in her grip to the skin again and cuts deep into her flesh, pulling in sharp, jagged motion. Blood pours from the cuts as she creates more of her facial art. Finally, with the pain too much even for her to bear she flings the razor aside. She clutches at her ruined right cheek as she turns towards the camera. When she speaks her words are slurred by the blood pooling in her mouth and running down her lips.] Poet: SPW, you ruined my perfect holiday. You ruined everything. I am the greatest women's champion. My reign was not supposed to end. Not like this. You gave me no choice. You stole my control of the championship. It was supposed to be Orchid and myself locked in combat. But you knew ... you knew that Orchid was no match for me. Just like you know now. [The blood loss is making Poet weak. She sways unsteadily on her feet.] Poet: And now they put me in the ring with Iris Galiver ... [she laughs weakly] ... Orchid ... you will suffer for this. You will suffer unimaginably. Your incompetence forced them to add Heather Owens and Celine to the match. They knew you alone could not stop me.. Well, even with Toughill at your side it won't be enough. I am Poet Wright. [The words are difficult to hear as she spits a mouthful of blood.] Poet: (eyes fluttering as she eases herself to a knee) I control everything that happens in this women's division. I shall be the four time women's world champion. [She drops to her hands and knees. The blood is pouring freely from what is clearly a deeper gash than imagined.] Poet: I shall continue to control the division. I promise you this .. even if it kills you. [She tosses away the razor and clutches for Chris Wheeling's card.] Poet: My darling, you are coming back home to me. [Her body is shaking now as she grows pale. She is a bloody mess as she collapses onto her back on the dirty floor. She clutches the blood smeared card tightly.] Poet: With my last breath I shall bring you home. [Fade out.] __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | POET WRIGHT & IRIS GALIVER vs ERICA TOUGHILL & ORCHID | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| [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: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL... FROM TRINIDAD, WEIGHING IN AT 153 POUNDS, STANDING 5 FOOT 10, THIS IS POET!!!!!!! WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [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 boos as from the middle of the stage raises the outline of Iris Galiver. As they reach the top of the stage we suddenly get a... ***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!** [And a blast of red fire lights up the stage for a moment, before spotlights now show "The 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.] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND HER PARTNER, FROM ANCHORAGE ALASKA, STANDING 5 7 AND WEIGHING IN AT 137 POUNDS, THE MOTHER OF THE FAMILY, THE PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS, IRIIIIIIS GAAAALIVER!!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["Love is Dead" kicks up over the PA System as the arena lights rise and swivel to focus on the entrance as 'O R C H I D' appears over the SPWTron. Spotlights go to purple sending a cascade of light across the stage as the drums kick out and the audience pops!] "This is the hardest part When you feel like you're fading All that you have has become unreal Collapsing, and aching" [Out on stage walks Orchid Rousseaux, striding to the middle in black leather wrestling tights, and a torn half-white tank over a black leather bra. Her long black hair tied into a ponytail, she stops and stares out with deep dark eyes, batting lashes as she places a hand on her hip. Orchid raises her right arm, decorated in red kanji tatooos, to the air to let her fingers spread back as a boom of pyro blasts up behind her!! Tampa Bay cheers out!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "All I want, All I want is right here But love don't live here anymore (Love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore) Love don't live here anymore (love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)" [Sparks fall like rain down behind her, framing the silhouette as Orchid stares out, and begins to stride down the ramp walking without a care in the world. She moves for the ring as the fans rush to touch her but Orchid heads for the squared circle without paying them any attention. Purple spotlights circle as the mysterious Superstar approaches the ring, pausing in the aisle, a thin smile across her persed lips.] "I know that you think of me when your Beside her, inside her It must be so hard for you to Deny it and hide it" [Orchid heads around to the steel steps, and begins to climb before strutting across the apron's edge. She moves to the middle of the ropes and gripping backwards, leans back to stretch and does a backwards flip right into the ring! Orchid walks to the center and raises her arm out as a silver shower of sparks rains down from behind her, the fans popping out as light bounces off the mat. Celine stares from the corner, arms folded, eyes locked as Orchid prepares to compete.] "Oh, all I want All I want is right here, but love don't live here anymore (Love is dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore)" Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENT, FROM NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA BY WAY OF TOKYO JAPAN... WEIGHING IN AT 160 POUNDS, THIS IS ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRCHIIIIIIIID!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [A few sythesized string chords open up Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows." The general lighting on the arena turns into a mixture of rich blues and reds. As the SPW-tron displays film noir-style images of violence, through the curtain steps the Women's Hardcore Champion, Erica Toughill.] "Everybody knows the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows" [Toughill is a grumpy young woman in her mid-20s with harsh black Bettie Page-style bangs. On her shoulder, the diamond and silver Hardcore Championship. Over top of Erica's ring attire (black singlet with white trim and Converse shoes) is a plain worn black hoodie. She walks with purpose down the aisle, an icy sneer on her face. The fans reach over the railing to slap hands with The Queen of Clubs, but she continues heading for the ring, never taking her eyes of the squared circle for a second.] "Everybody knows the boat is leaking Everybody knows the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows" [Toughill climbs up the ring apron and raises up the Hardcore Title!! Quickly she backs into the nearest corner, crouching down like an animal about to strike. In one quick motion she discards the hoodie, tossing it behind her. Tampa pops and Erica kneels down low, staring ahead as she works herself up for her match. The lights begin to rise but Erica continues to stare, showing no emotion on her face.] "Everybody knows you love me baby Everybody knows you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Give or take a night or two Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows Everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows" Stone: AND HER PARTNER, FROM ROCHESTER, NEW YORK... STANDING 5 FOOT 7 AND WEIGHING IN AT 163 POUNDS, THIS IS THE SPW WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPION!! ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOU!!GHILL!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And these four have got to be premier athletes here in SPW. New Hardcore Champion in Erica Toughill and the lovely and exotic Orchid to take on The Pretty Pretty Princess Iris Galiver and the dangerous former Champion, Poet Wright. And joining us on commentary, it was SUPPOSED to be Nina Larue and instead, JDM Superstar. JDM: Yeah well I pulled rank. I've not been having the best night O'Brady in case you hadn't noticed, and if you value your job you'll be respectful. Jim: Sean you ignorant slut, show some respect to our great VP! JDM, how quickly you rebuilt the Power Structure I think this may be the best incarnation yet! Blake Covington the new rookie sensation and future Champion I'm sure, Jean Pierre Celine the sadist loose cannon and then we have the dangerously psychotic Kageboushi, what a get for your stable! JDM: And the best is yet to come. Business goes on and I am sure that these fans expect no less. We suffered a huge loss earlier tonight but I cannot disagree with Mr. Cain, Steve Greedy had it coming. No, I'm actually here to scout Poet Wright... she is going to be World Champion once again, just you wait. Sean: All four in the ring in a one of a kind tag match, and we just want to see who the best pairing is. Any of them could be solid contenders to the Women's World Title belt, and for your viewing entertainment fans, let's get the match started and see the best of what everyone's got. [Orchid steps into the ring and the fans cheer out but they want to see Erica. Orchid points back towards her with both arms and the Tampa audience pops louder- to which Orchid nods and tags out to the new Hardcore Champion!!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: POET WRIGHT stepping in and not even bothering to check with Iris, now this is a dream match if we ever saw one, let's go to it! Ironically is this the new beginning of a Family/Power Structure combination? You're out here to scout Iris too? JDM: Hell no I'm not. Our talent has no mutal business interests, and for the Family's sake I hope Iris knows enough not to get in our way. Poet is the one I want, she can team with a board in that ring and honestly, Iris about as smart as one anyway. It doesn't matter who Wright's teammate is. [Poet lunges at Erica who dives into her for the pickup and spearing her right into the mat!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: LANZARSE!!! JDM: COME ON!! Jim: That's exactly what Erica Toughill is all about! But I'm sure Poet can get right back in there! [Poet gets up hurting as Erica meets her with a huge kick to the stomach! Toughill has her head and runs to smash Poet upside the corner turnbuckle! Referee Lara Vandewalle point to Orchid to warn her back and Orchid raises her hands in defense- as Erica turns Poet around and begins to punch into her midsection, over and over again as her fans cheer out.] Sean: Poet with the head and smashes the headbutt! Erica ANSWERING BACK!! Jim: Toughill with the hip slam and going for the arm, drag to send Wright out! Sean: Erica on her and POET WITH THE CROSS CHOP TO THE THROAT!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: NICELY DONE! VINTAGE POET!! Sean: Nailed her! Erica hurting and stunned as she goes to tag out, POET from behind has her waistband and rolls Toughill up! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHE HAS THE TIGHTS! SHE HAS THE TIGHTS!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: KICKOUT BY ERICA! And Poet sent over to the corner by the monster kickout ORCHID punches Wright right between the eyes! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: Freaking Orchid. Jim: POET stumbling and Erica lifts her into the air! ATOMIC DROP AND SPINS FOR THE DISCUS LARIAT!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: POET TAKEN DOWN! THE PEACEMAKER! AND ERICA TAGGING OUT!! [Erica shouts as Poet tries to reach up, and Orchid goes right up to the top rope. Scaling high, Orchid stands to full height on the very top, and facing the fans, jumps backwards into a Twisting 450 Degree Splash!!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PURPLE HAZE ROCKED HER! AND ORCHID WITH THE COVER!! JDM: YOU'D BETTER FREAKING KICK OUT! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-IRIS GALIVER BREAKS IT UP! [FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Oh and don't forget about the Alaskan Psycho, always a dangerous threat! JDM: Yeah she is. Almost missed it though, almost cost us, but what can you expect from a Family of savages? [Iris scowls as the Referee wards her back, Poet rolling over as Orchid stands up to glare. Orchid goes for Poet and takes a kick straight across the jaw!] Jim: And that's why you NEVER take your focus off of Poet Wright! Sean: Poet sliding around has the face and jumping LUNGBLOWER!! Jim: Oh wow and just like that, all the air knocked out of Orchid! JDM: Freaking break her in half Poet. I hate that girl. Sean: Poet Wright over and dragging Orchid by her hair, reaches over to tag out to Iris Galiver! [Poet locks around the German Suplex to lift Orchid and slam her! The fans are booing as Poet switches to the Half Nelson and taking Orchid to her feet bridges back once again to slam the Suplex, Orchid dumped right on her head! Poet wraps in the rear naked choke as Iris Galiver jumps to the second rope, leaping off to dive with a cheer, the double stomp landing straight into Orchid's guts!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ORCHID in huge pains and the Pretty Pretty Princess skipping around, clapping her hands in maniacal glee! Hurrying over, Iris rushes to pick up the gutwrench and slams Orchid into a twist, right across her knee with the painful backbreaker! BROKEN DOLL! Playing pattycake, Iris claps her hands and smashes Orchid in the face twice, then wraps up under her arms and begins to bang her skull into Orchid's forehead! Jim: To Iris this is all a sick game! Orchid in the ropes, trying to get away as the Referee has got to warn Iris back- and POET KICKS ORCHID IN THE SPINE!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: HAAA Ha hahaha. Love it. Sean: IRIS catching her head and kicks up off the ropes, TORNADO DDT! LITTLE GIRL CRUSH AND ORCHID LAID OUT!! Jim: Iris cheering and these fans are not- and over to slap the tag with Poet Wright! Sean: Poet jumping in and charging leaps with the muy thai kick!! Jim: DUCKED! ORCHID WITH THE ROUNDHOUSE! Sean: POET DUCKED AWAY! Jim: FEINT! AND ORCHID HITS WITH THE SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE OHH! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Poet staggering and ORCHID SNAPMARES HER INTO IRIS GALIVER!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: WHAT!? COME ON PEOPLE!! WORK TOGETHER! Jim: IRIS OFF THE SIDE! AND ORCHID HAULING POET UP! SETTING HER FOR THE FLIP PILEDRIVER!! Sean: POET BLASTING HER KNEECAP! LEAPING BACK AND MEET MS WRIGHT SUPERKICK-- Jim: ORCHID WITH THE BACKBRIDGE!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: You're KIDDING Me!! Sean: And ORCHID up and jumping Dive Roll to come up and tag out to Toughill! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ERICA RUNNING FULL SPEED! POET SWINGS THE KNIFE EDGE CHOP! ERICA DUCKED UNDERNEATH! AND GRABBING UP ON THE COBRA CLUTCH! LOCKS THE LEG AND RIPS POET BACK!! THE SPIRAL SHOCK!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: IRIS GALIVER IN AND JUMPING LEGDROP! Jim: ERICA ROLLED! IRIS INTO POET!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: SON OF A BITCH!! [Erica Toughill knees up as Iris looks down in shock and Erica whips her around and smashing the knee to the guts, bends Iris over and hauls her up to Powerbomb her straight down into Poet Wright!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: What the hell is that!? Iris is fucking everything up! Sean: IRIS rolling away and falls out of the ring! ERICA pointing around, what a massive powerbomb! Poet Wright stirring as Toughill backing up all the way into the corner, the JillDozer stalking as the masked Ms. Wright trying to get up, trying to get to her feet and here comes Toughill rushing TO CHARGE WITH THE LANZARSE- Jim: POET THROWS THE KICK! ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" JDM: NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU DO! YOU KICK HER IN THE HEAD!!! Sean: AND ERICA MAY BE KNOCKED OUT! OH MY GOD WHAT A HARD HIT! Jim: And here the match may change. Poet Wright just, just tremendous with those kicks and she nearly took Erica's head off. Wright stalking around, and dragging Erica up by her arms, wrapping in and pushing Toughill down on her face- WRIGHT with the roll to bridge clear over top! She has the Cattle Mutiliation in!! THE FINAL STANZA!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: FINAL STANZA LOCKED IN! THE SUBMISSION LOCKED IN! AND ERICA TOUGHILL MAY BE FORCED TO TAP!! JDM: TAP YOU LOSER! TAP! BREAK HER POET! RIP HER IN HALF!! [Cut to the concern on Orchid's face, as she wants to jump in but Erica is starting to fight! Shake, squirm, and really fight to stay alive as she tries to get her leg over and into the ropes! Poet has the hold wrapped in tight and the Hardcore Champion refuses to give! Getting a leg out, Toughill strains as she's shouting through the canvas, and the fans are rising up to cheer their heroine on! Orchid begins to lead a clap as Iris scowls and shrieks from the ring apron, Poet doing her best with muscles rigid to put Erica down!] Sean: Oh and what a win it would be, to make the Hardcore Champion quit! To make her submit! Can she do it! Will she do it! What will it be!? Jim: I don't know, she has got to do something! Erica straining, but even she is not a Super Woman, she has got to be feeling all sorts of hell, as those arms being ripped out! JDM: Hahaha, this is EXACTLY why Poet Wright is the perfect fit for the Power Structure, she's mean, she's ruthless, and she doesn't care who she has to take out to win her match. Women's Hardcore Champion getting her ass stretched to the breaking point and that's what Poet Wright is all about. Jim: Erica in real pain here! And real danger of losing this match! JDM: QUIT! TAP! QUIT! Give it up and it will all be over! Sean: ERICA getting that foot over! AND IN UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND POET LETS GO! UP AND KNEEDROP RIGHT INTO THE SHOULDER BLADE! JDM: Nice. Just stay on her... Jim: And Poet up and using the rope to stomp down into Erica's back! Ref saying get off the side! Wright, Wright just relentless as she rains down stomps to massacre Toughill's arms and now dragging her over for Iris, holds out the arm as she tags out and IRIS SLINGSHOTS OVER THE SIDE! LEAPING LEGDROP INTO THE STRETCHED OUT ARM!! [FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: IRIS in control! Winding the arm over and locking them for the Iris' Insolence!? Jim: ERICA STANDS UP AND BACKDROPS HER WAY OUT OF IT! UNBELIEVABLE!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: How did she Do that!? Sean: That was almost it! And Toughill TAKES THE KNIFE EDGE CHOP TO THE THROAT BY POET WRIGHT!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: MY GOD! ERICA CRUMPLES IN A HEAP AND ORCHID LEAPING IN!! [Orchid runs full speed and leaps up to shoot out the dropkick, smashing Poet back into the corner! She scrambles up and turns to send the Roundhouse at Iris Galiver, who drops to a split to avoid the strike! Orchid spins around to hit the Dragon Whip right into Iris's head! The fans pop as Poet comes out of the corner and Orchid grabs the head to charge UP the buckles and flip off backwards to land the Lungblower out of the Shiranui!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: Oh Good Lord. Sean: TRAMPLED ORCHID! AND DRAGGING ERICA OVER, PUTS HER ON TOP OF IRIS GALIVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! IRIS KICKED OUT!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: IRIS barely even able to register as Poet Wright up into the ropes, Orchid with Erica's arm and dragging her to their corner, oh reaching out to lock the tag rope as Orchid in their corner, over and makes the official tag back in! Ref saying the tag was made and Orchid leaping in, Iris up and Orchid spinning HEEL KICK blasts her over!! Jim: GALIVER trying to stand and Orchid off the side, flies to shoot out a YAKUZA KICK!! ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!**** JDM: DAMN IT! Sean: NAILED HER!! AND ORCHID DRAGGING IRIS UP! WHIP TO THE ROPES-- Jim: IRIS RAKED HER FACE!! AND FALLING INTO THE SIDE! Sean: POET TAGGED HERSELF IN! BLIND TAG! BLIND TAG!! JDM: IT'S LEGAL!! Jim: ORCHID MEETS HER AND HUGE KICK TO THE STOMACH!! SHE HAS IRIS LOCKED AND TURNING HER AROUND!! ORCHID!! Sean: AND JUMPS FORWARD INTO THE FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: TOKYO DOOM! TOKYO DOOM! AND ORCHID WITH THE COVER! JDM: SON OF A- GET HER! GET HER!! Sean: POET IN! ORCHID DID NOT SEE THE TAG! OH NO POET!!! ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKK!!!!!**** Jim: AND ORCHID TAKES A KICK RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD!!! Sean: AND POET RIPPING HER RIGHT OFF TO WRENCH HER INTO THE GOGOPLATA!!! POETIC JUSTICE! POETIC JUSTICE!! JDM: HA HA HA!! [Poet Wright has the Gogoplata locked in, the shin pulled into Orchid's throat! Tampa is on their feet and the fans are yelling as Orchid is fighting not to tap out!!] Jim: ERICA TOUGHILL STEPPING IN! Jim: OH AND BREAKS UP THE SUBMISSION!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: POET WRIGHT FURIOUS! AND ERICA WHIPS HER TO THE ROPES!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: IRIS TAGGED HERSELF IN!! Sean: POET rolling away and throws up the kick to strike Erica to the ropes! Jim: Ref get them out of the ring!! [Nina Larue rolls in from over the side! The fans cheer out as Iris Galiver stalks Orchid- and Nina jumps up onto the apron! Iris shouts and Orchid leaps to catch Galiver and flip upside down to take her over with the Sunset Flip!! Nina is shouting as the Ref sees her with the cover!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Sean: ORCHID CHARGING UP AND DIVES TO TAG OUT TO ERICA TOUGHILL! [Toughill leaps in and charges as Iris rushes at her screaming and Erica turns her inside out with the Peacemaker Lariat!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PEACEMAKER LARIAT!!! AND ERICA WITH THE COVER!!!! Jim: POET IN THE RING! ORCHID LEAPING IN TO INTERCEPT!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ****DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!**** Stone: AND YOUR WINNERS! ERRRRRIIIICAAA TOU!GHILL AND ORRRRRCHIIID!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ERICA TOUGHILL WINS IT! SHE PINS IRIS GALIVER!!! Jim: NAILED HER! PEACEMAKER AND THE HARDCORE CHAMP WINS!! Sean: AND NINA LARUE DROPPING DOWN! IRIS IS OUT!!! JDM: And now maybe Poet Wright will think again about accepting my offer. Poet, you were with us this never would have happened! Call me! Sean: Your winners, Erica Toughill and Orchid. What a sensational fight! That was great. What a match, what a tag contest, this thing is over man what a hard hitting match! Jim: Only the best work here in SPW, as I am sure you know Nina. Tell me, what did you think of tonight's competition as we watch Orchid and Erica celebrate in the ring, victors of a huge and tremendously competitive match. ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [We see Barry Baldwin sitting in the back with an ice pack on his knee as a look of grimacing pain shows on his face.] Baldwin: I came to SPW to showcase my talent and to win title gold. And at Charity Carnage, I did just that. And now I think to myself... finally I can move on. I think to myself... FINALLY I can have good matches and show everyone in SPW about pro wrestling. HARD... HITTING ...PRO WRESTLING... THE SPORT OF IT! [pause] But NO! I walk into the backstage area after putting forth an open challenge for anyone to step up and come after the Fusion title. I was ready to start a new chapter in my book here in SPW. [pause as he rubs his face] AND I GET JUMPED FROM BEHIND!!! Only a COWARD jumps people from behind. If you wanna come at me and the SPW Fusion title... come at me to my face. [He points to his face] Come at me ONE ON ONE! Because every action... has a REACTION. I don't know who you are but regardless, you've just painted yourself the biggest coward in the locker room. You came at me and went after my knee because you can't accept the simple fact that a FORTY-FIVE year old man is wearing the SPW Fusion title instead of you. The broken down guy from Brooklyn, NY. The guy who NOBODY thought had a shot in hell at walking out of a NYC Street Fight in one piece; let alone with the Fusion title raised high above his head. The guy who is going to beat you two weeks from now and STILL be the SPW Fusion champion. Let's see how tough you are when you have to play by _MY_ rules. This won't be a street fight. Oh no no no... you want to be Fusion champion? Then let's see how PURE you are. [He walks out of frame as we fade out] Jim: Sounds to me like Barry Baldwin is calling out his attacker and challenging him to a Pure Rules match. Sean: What a great way for Baldwin to defend the Fusion title for the first time; strict rules will certain apply in that one. ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [The camera opens up backstage to the office of "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins, the new SPW Executive Assistant. Samantha sits at her desk in front of a Macintosh laptop. She smiles while looking into the laptop, obviously on webcam with someone. Samantha leans back in her chair.] SSB: Things are going great here. Aside from us not winning the women's belt because of whoever pulled the light switch earlier, it has, as always, worked out in our favor. [a laugh] And well... let me just show you what I'm talking about. [Samantha reaches into her desk and pulls out a clump of beautiful hair. She throws the hair down on the desk.] SSB: See what I mean? [A man's voice is heard coming from the computer.] Man: Excellent work Sam, now it's time to really have some fun. What do you know about Power Grabs? SSB: I'm not sure what you mean. Man: Well it seems that the word going on backstage is the new SWAT: Shootfire show is going to redefine your brand. And who better to, let's just say persuade Ms. Rae to appoint you the new General Manager? That way you can show your expertise. SSB: I don't see that being a problem since Kieran is in tears right now. After all, Tiffany Lane cut her precious hair off and made a fool of her. With what _we_ know about her, I don't see it being difficult for Kieran to give me the power of General Manager so I can show everyone around here what I'm made of. [grinning] So, when do I get to see you again? Man: Well if everything goes right, maybe sooner than later? SSB: I hope so. I will keep you updated on how things go tonight. The power is ours. Doesn't that make you a happy man? Man: No honestly, you're the one that makes me happy. Great job out there tonight, I loved every single minute. I will talk to you later. Ms. General Manager.... [Slightly laughing, Samantha waves to the camera flirtatiously as she closes her computer top down. As soon as she does this we see Kieran Rae, clad in a "Tampa" baseball cap, leering over Samantha's desk. Upon seeing Kieran Samantha puts her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.] SSB: Oh! I'm so sorry, Kieran. You just looks so ridiculous. [Kieran sneers.] Kieran: You're lucky you still have your job after what you pulled earlier tonight, Bevins. I'm not your biggest fan. I never will be. What you and Tiffany Lane did earlier tonight was nothing short of absolutely, positively ludicrous. But I sure hope you enjoyed it... but what I _really_ hope you enjoyed was the little light show that happened earlier in Nikki's match. [Samantha's smile changes to a more grave look, then one of pure anger. She leaps from behind her desk and raises her hand in the air.] SSB: You! You're responsible for what happened earlier? You stupid bitch. I should backhand you right now... but I even I don't hit pregnant women. It's not my style. [Samantha crosses her arms over her chest.] SSB: By the way, Kieran, who exactly IS the father? [Kieran's brown eyes look alert. She adjusts her cap and looks Samantha up and down, ignoring her remark completely.] Kieran: Gideon Cain wants to see you next week after what you pulled here earlier tonight. Be sure to come alone. This time... next week, Bevins. [Kieran turns on her heels and leaves. Samantha shakes her head in fury as she flings stuff off her desk, knowing she is in deep trouble. Fade out.] __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | JESTER CHAD ALLEN vs SHAYNE GRISSOM | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| [The lights go out as a voice is heard.] VOICE: I wish I could be... as cool as you! [As the word "you" echoes, purple and gold laser lights begin to fill the arena as the voice of Kevin Rudolph is heard again, singing his hit song "Let it Rock".] "Because when I arrive I, I'll bring the fire Make you come alive I can take you higher What this is, forgot? I must now remind you Let It Rock Let It Rock Let It Rock (heyyyyy!)" *******BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!******* [A MASSIVE explosion hits as the big screen lights up with a purple background, and a gold outline of a man dropping into a squatting flex pose. The screen shows the following words switching back and forth between purple background and gold letters and gold background with purple letters] S H A Y N E G R I S S O M "Because when I arrive I, I'll bring the fire Make you come alive I can take you higher What this is, forgot? I must now remind you Let It Rock Let It Rock Let It Rock" [Grissom walks out from behind the curtain. Shayne is wearing his purple tights that now have gold crosses on the legs. The word "Sugar" in gold on his rear end. Shayne's hair is long and slicked back as he grins with excitement for the moment. Shayne shakes a little in anticipation and starts walking down the aisle. Grissom reaches over on the right side and shakes a few hands of fans.] "Now the son's disgraced He, who knew his father When he cursed his name Turned, and chased the dollar" [Grissom switches sides and slaps hands with fans, even stopping to take a picture with one lucky female fan. Tampa Bay cheers out as Shayne points out towards them.] "But it broke his heart So he stuck his middle finger To the world To the world To the world" [Grissom reaches the entrance area and walks around the ring, continuing to greet fans as he keeps his eye on the ring. Shayne slides under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet, spinning in a circle with his arms out wide to celebrate with his fans.] "And you take your time And you stand in line Well you'll get what's yours I got mine" [Grissom stops spinning in the middle of the ring and drops into a squatting position and flexes as the pyro explodes behind him!] *****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!***** [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST, THIS IS "SUGAR!!" SHAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYNE GRISSSOM!! [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... ****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!**** [And a blast of red fire lights up the stage for a moment, before spotlights now show the Wicked Clown of Wrestling in all his evil, demented glory. The Father of the Family, "Jester" Chad Allen, stands tall, his head down, hood up. He wears a long black trenchcoat that is buttoned from his neck to his waist. He wears black pants and black combat boots. Jester tosses back his hood, showing his painted, smiling 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, The Wicked Clown of Wrestling... The Father of The Family... "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Jester approaches the ring and slowly makes his up each step, then ducks between the second and top ropes. He stops in the center of the ring, hand in hand, as a large red pentagram lights up around him. Jester pulls off his trenchcoat and 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: Shayne is looking to capitalize on his great performance at Carnage in the Battle Royal. He also knows that Chad Allen is no token veteran to whip on his way to the top. Shayne will be leery of anythign Allen does once they are in eyesight of each other because he knows Allen is devious and cult leader of The Family... always lurking somewhere nearby.... Jim: All that being said, Shayne Grissom is here to excite the crowd and give them a great showcase. You know the heart of a true competitor is in this man's chest from the moment you meet him, and if anything this man has all the tools to be a future World Champion. No pressure. Just the most important match of his Shootfire career to date. Sean: Yeah, none whatsoever. Your Referee is Todd Lucchesi and what a fight this will be. *DINGDINGDING!!!* Sean: Shayne and JCA starting off, circling as the fans completely on young Grissom's side. Shayne Grissom and Jester Chad Allen ready to go at it, and lockup! ALLEN TO THE FACE!! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ALLEN went right for the face rake! And knee to the guts, headlock takeover and fist to the bridge of the nose! Jester with the head and charging right at the corner!! Sean: SHAYNE gets his foot up! And grabbing the Wicked Clown, BANGS his head off the top turnbuckle! Spin and CLOTHESLINES Allen halfway over the ropes! [JCA lands back on his feet as Shayne goes for the irish whip, sending Allen rushing across the ring! Grissom charges and skids to a halt as Jester flies at him and Shayne throws him with the hiptoss! Allen manages to land on his feet and does a standing moonsault to take Grissom down! The fans pop as Jester cranks his neck up, twisting him around for the hangman's neckbreaker and jumps to land it in the center of the ring!] Sean: HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER FROM CHAD ALLEN!! And Shayne in pain! Jim: Covering his head and it's Jester on him with kicks and stomps! Oh Jester has a lot to prove following his tremendous Monster's Ball with Dave Pietka at Carnage, in a fight some are claiming to be a Match of the Year! And right now Shayne Grissom paying the price!! [Grissom tries to rise and JCA stomps him down. Yelling out, Jester kicks Shayne right upside his chest! Grissom is hurting as Allen goes for the double arm DDT but Shayne manages to twist out and winding the arm over, hits the lunging backbreaker! Allen rolls away as Grissom uses the time to recover, Jester pushing up and Shayne buries an elbow into the small of his back.] Sean: Grissom focusing on the back it seems, going to prevent the high power offense by killing leverage abilities. Hard to predict against an unorthadox style but Shayne pulling Jester away and winding in the abdominal stretch, trying to wear the Wicked Clown down. Jim: And Jester will have none of it, trying to get to those ropes. People often forget due to the mental state and crazed painted look, that he is actually a master manipulator and incredibly smart individual. Sean: Allen hammering back with elbows! Shayne trying to hang on and instead whips Allen hard into the corner and Allen does a flip up to the top turnbuckle, only to flip back down to his feet and stagger back towards Grissom! Grissom grabbing Allen and nails a belly to back suplex! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: NAILED IT! And once again going to the back! Shayne in control as he takes up Allen who once AGAIN Goes to the face!! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And follows through with a SPLIT Jawbreaker!! [Jester kicks up hurting, but smiles as he sneers into Shayne's ear and falls backwards to hammer throw Shayne Grissom running across the ring to slam back against the corner! The fans pop as JCA flies through the air to land on the second turnbuckle, and starts beating into Shayne with punches! JCA is beating into Shayne but Grissom clutches him and collapses to smash Allen's face off the top turnbuckle again! Both men are down as Shayne rolls away.] Jim: Just like that the rookie sensation turning things around, a real sense of presence surprisingly for a man only a year or two into the business. Sean: Oh absolutely, and JCA recovering to his feet, turning to charge SHAYNE WITH THE POWERSLAM OUTTA NOWHERE! AND COVER!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: NOOOOO!! JESTER CHAD ALLEN KICKED OUT! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Jester up and hurting, how badly can he still be feeling from the Monster's Ball? Just taken through the air like lightning and slammed with that powerful powerslam! Shayne Grissom hauling Allen up and SIDEWALK SLAM!! [The fans cheer as Shayne sits up, glaring out. Allen kicks a leg and Grissom rolls over, getting up as he raises a fist to the fans!] [HUUGE FAAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Oh No you do not want to do that Shayne! Don't play to the crowd!! Sean: Allen hurting and Grissom SLAMS the knee into his face!! Well he did it just right just then but a risk taking there. Shayne in control headlock and JESTER BITES HIS ARM!! [Jester twists out of the lock and pulls the short arm clothesline in to smash the man in his teeth!! Shayne is stumbling as Allen takes Shayne up and spikes the Main Event Spinebuster!! The audience roars in surprise and Jester leaps to deliver a diving headbutt!!] Sean: The man's own body is a living weapon! And Allen on Shayne and gripping his head, punching into the face and eyes, Grissom fighting his best to get the Clown off him! JCA going nuts!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: SHAYNE fighting him off!! Punching from the mat as Jester beats into his skull! And grabbing his ears, smashing Shayne's head over and over again into the mat!! Oh no! Sean: Grissom trying to fight up JESTER BASHES HIS NOSE WITH HIS FOREHEAD! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: BLOOD!! GRISSOM BLEEDING!! Sean: And Jester rolling over, laughing! He loves this! That sick bastard, he just made Shayne Grissom bleed and Grissom in a bad way, you just cannot match the savagery pound for pound with a Jester Chad Allen! Jim: Allen yelling as he takes up Shayne and rushes him at the corner!! GRISSOM with a foot up to block- ALLEN SMASHING THE CLOTHESLINE!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And Jester throwing Shayne up into the corner! Grissom trying to block as JCA pummels into his body, sending punch after punch into the kidneys and vital organs, into the rib cage and sternum, and now a backwards elbow lunge nearly takes the man's head right off! Jim: Grissom a bloody mess, and JCA going for the eyes SHAYNE ducks under!! BIG SWING ON THE LARIAT! Sean: JESTER DUCKED!! Jim: ALLEN WITH THE CLOTHESLINE!! Sean: SHAYNE BLOCKS!! CATCHES JESTER AND ROCK BOTTOM!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: NOOOO!! SWEEPS THE LEGS AND ROLLING ALLEN INTO AN STF!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHAYNE DOWN ON ALLEN AND HE HAS THE SUBMISSION LOCKED IN!! [The fans are roaring out as Jester struggles and fights to get free! Shayne has the STF clenched as he rips back, blood running from both nostrils as Allen reaches out a clawing hand, trying to force up as the Referee is down asking for the give! Jester screeches and rolls, rocking back and forth to try and get out of it, Grissom wrapping in hard and Allen puts a palm flat, locking the arm and throws them both over, rolling into the side!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND ALLEN FORCES THE BREAK! WOW THAT TOOK A LOT OUT OF THE WICKED CLOWN!! Jim: And Shayne rolling off, sliding to the floor as he immediately breaks. Doing the right thing but come on, against a "man" like JCA you take those extra four seconds to do as much damage as you possibly can! Big mistake in my eyes kid! Sean: Shayne Grissom may be down but he is not a cheater! And these fans in SPW can look up to him above all else! Grissom on the floor, walking around but JCA sliding out to go right after! Jim: AND SHAYNE RIGHT BACK IN!! [Allen comes in afterwards, screaming like mad as Shayne turns around! JCA throws the kick but Shayne catches it, and kicking Allen to the floor, grabs both ankles and swinging around, manages to get the Clown up in a giant swing to go around and around and lets JCA fly through the ropes!! The fans scream as JCA grabs onto the second strand, and Shayne gives chase only to get his head caught by Allen's legs!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ALLEN SLIDING THROUGH THE ROPES HE HAS SHAYNE GRISSOM IN A HEAD SCISSORS! TWISTING TO SEND SHAYNE FLYING TO THE FLOOR! [Grissom grabs the bottom rope to flip over and land on his feet! The audience pops as Shayne grabs Allen's legs to rip them over and falls down slamming a Facebuster into the floor of the St. Pete Times Arena!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! SHAYNE NEARLY FIGHTING TO THE DEATH! HE JUST PUT DOWN THE JESTER CHAD ALLEN!! Jim: SURVIVED WITH SHOCKING AGILITY!! AND PUTS ALLEN OUT WITH A FACEBUSTER INTO THE FLOOR!! Sean: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! AND ALLEN MAY BE OUT!! Jim: JESTER IS DOWN!! SHAYNE HURTING CAN HE GET UP!! Sean: AND THE REFEREE BEGINNING A COUNT!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!! 4!!!!!!!!!! 5!!!!!!!!!!! 6!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: GRISSOM UP!! And holding his spine, trying to make it for the ring, stepping over Chad Allen to make it for the- 7!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: ALLEN HAS HIS LEG! AND LUNGING UP TO GRAB HIS HEAD!! 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: SHAYNE HITS THE STUNNER!!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: STUNNER!! SUGAR SHOCK NAILED HIM!!! ALLEN IS DOWN!!! Jim: SHAYNE SHAYNE DON'T LOOK BACK!! DON'T LOOK BACK SHAYNE!! Sean: AND GRISSOM ROLLING INTO THE RING!! 10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ****DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!***** Stone: AND YOUR WINNER!! SHAAAAAAAAAYYYNNE GRRRISSSOM!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Grissom crawls across the ring, nose bleeding profusely all over the mat! The fans are roaring for him as Shayne Grissom tries to collect himself, pushing up off the logo as he stands up slowly, looking like he just went through hell. "Let it Rock" begins to play as Shayne slowly raises up a fist to the crowd.] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And Shayne Grissom survives the hell that is Jester Chad Allen, and here come ANARCHY AND ENTROPY!! [Grissom drops and rolls out from the ring as The Children of Hardcore slide in, Shayne going right for the railing and over the side as the COH snarl and threaten to tear him limb from limb! Grissom celebrates in the crowd, keeping a safe distance as the fans cheer all around him!!] Sean: GRISSOM with an awesome win here in SPW, he outlasted JCA in what has to be a monster upset. And these fans sharing in his pride, what a feat, an accomplishment as the Jester returns to the ring, promising to rend Shayne asunder when he gets him back in the ring. Jim: Man. I definitely want to see a rematch. What a fight! Grissom fought for his life in there and he survived to celebrate a very surprising win. The Marathon Man, once again stamina and endurance like none other. Riding through the meat grinder and coming out the other side your winner ladies and gentlemen. Sean: And SPW Conquest continues. What a competitive match. Very nice. Jim: And now we're going to take a look at "Heartless" Jakob Volga who will be making his official return to SPW Conquest later on tonight. I can't believe it, we saw him at Charity Carnage and now, to have Volga back fantastic! ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [We open our scene to just after the end of Charity Carnage in the cold streets of the Capital of the World, New York City. A group of fans are waiting around an exit door of the rollaway locker rooms that were set up for the event, waiting for someone to come out for autographs. The fans have obviously lucked out, as "Heartless" Jakob Volga, back (somehow) from his "Loser Leaves SPW" match. He wears the new red "Cleveland Violence Couple" shirt and his black leather jacket. He sees all the fans waiting and flashes a grin as a cheer erupts from the crowd.] CROWD: VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! VOL-GA! [Volga nods a bit to the beat of the chant, and grabs a sharpie out of his pocket, grabbing anything and everything, signing it gladly. From out of the crowd comes Toxic Shock, mic in hand, camera following closely behind him.] TS: JAKOB! JAKOB! It is AMAZING to see you again in an SPW ring, but how is it possible? You must have signed a Legends deal, right? Will we get to see you do any matches or more refereeing on your new deal? [Jakob stops for a moment to pose for a picture with a fan, the infamous Heart Punch fist up in the air.] HJV: Toxie, it is good to BE back, and though I would love to talk to you about my contract and other things that really aren't your business, I have large group of fans that would like to spend some time with me, and I am more than happy to oblige. I haven't seen them in a bit, and I gotta admit, I missed them as much as they seemed to have missed me. But I PROMISE, on Conquest this week, I will tell the world what is going on with the Heartless One. Now, if you will excuse me... [Jakob turns back to a group of cheering fans, happily signing and shaking hands as the camera looks on. The camera switches to "Heartless" Jakob Volga sitting in the SPW locker room, staring ahead. He is waiting for the call to go back out and address the crowds he hasn't seen in over a year. The Shootfire Faithful pop as Volga looks ahead, ready to come out soon...] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/ [The camera opens up backstage. Shane Diamond comes whirling around the corner, tag team title strap in tow, shaking a piece of paper vigorously throughout the air. Diamond is dressed in his ring attire and a "TEAAAAM EGOOOOO" T-shirt. He almost slams into a wall before opening a locker room door and running into the room. He then almost trips and falls as he speaks quickly, out of breath.] Shane: OWEN! OWEN! HEY OWEN! [Shane waves around the paper.] Shane: LOOK WHAT I GOT! IT'S... IT'S FINALLY HERE! [Shane begins to calm down some, his breathing now regulating. He finds Owen Cage, clad in ring attire and shades.] Shane: IT IS THE OFFICIAL "TEAM EGO EGOMANIACS BULLETIN!" THEY FINALLY SENT IT OUT! OUR FAN CLUB IS FINALLY FOR REAL! WE ARE FOR REAL, MAN!!!!!! Owen: Alrighty! And now we can finally reach our fans one and all. You know, man I wish the so-called "Main Eventers" had their own fan clubs. I bet they're green with envy. I bet they're so jealous they can't see straight. But if they aren't, they will be after tonight! So what's on this bulletin? Shane: The bulletin is basically worshipping us in all our glory! It talks about how we got tag team of the year... AGAIN! Right in a row! Gee, we sure are awesome, Owen. I think it is Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet's dream to step into the ring with us, being as how we have our own damn news bulletin for our kickass fan club! Owen: Kickass. And it is indeed, Kick Ass. But I'm thinking, aside from a full page spread of us for our many great fans out there, we can use this to show all sides of Team EGO. You know, like the hardcore savage, crazed fighters that you know we are, I know we are, that it's all fun and games but when that bell rings it's gonna be time for a hurtin'! Monet and Christian don't even know what's in for 'em! Shane: I do indeed like your outlook on things, Owen. But excuse me for a second while I frame my bulletin! [Shane turns around but then quickly turns back.] Shane: Ok, ok, I will wait until later to frame my bulletin. Right now we have bigger things to talk about, and it is about defending these babies here! [He raises his tag gold high in the air.] Shane: All the Team EGO fans in Tampa tonight came to watch us have a great match against Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet. That's fine by me, but even more... the fans came to watch us win. And that is exactly what we're going to do because I am tired! I'm sick and tired of everyone putting Team EGO down! We have our haters out there and they make me want to slap them upside the head. After all, look at what we've accomplished at such a young age. Look at what we've done for Shootfire. And how do they repay us? They call us comedians... they... they ridicule us. I say it's time to show 'em how it's done and we begin... oh, we begin tonight against that freak show Marissa Monet and her little buddy, Eddie Christian. How's that sound, my man? Owen: Now that sounds like a news bulletin for Monet and Christian. Special News, Film at Eleven, TEAM EGO puts down all challengers! Oh, Owen Cage, live on the scene, Sources reported that fans were stunned to see none other than the mighty Born Champion and Great Black Shark put down by the best TAG TEAM OF ALL TIME.... EVER. When asked for a view words, World Tag Champ and all around great guy Shane Diamond had these words to say: Shane: [mocking a news announcer] Shane Diamond here and let me tell you ladies and gentleman we've never seen a greater tag team since Team EGO arrived here in Shootfire! We can't seem to keep their t-shirts in stock! We can't seem to get over the fact that they are indeed the best tag team of all time! In fact... we can't seem to believe that Shane Diamond and Owen Cage are not "born champions." They were champions in the womb!!! That's right!!! That's how good they are! [Shane turns to Owen.] Shane: Was the womb thing too much? Owen: Yeah I don't think you can curse on TV. Shane: Womb isn't a curse word! And speaking of things that shouldn't be allowed on TV. That mammoth, scary looking thing called Marissa Monet shouldn't be allow on television. She shouldn't be allowed out of her cage!! Have you seen how much bigger she is than us? Have... have you seen this, Owen?!! Owen: Allowed out of her cage? Whoa man I don't think we're allowed to be racist either. [Shane looks dumbfounded.] Shane: ...I wasn't being racist. I was being honest! Owen: Well is Marissa big and scary yes. Is she wild and covered in hair? Sure. Does her breath stink like day old cabbage! Absolutely! But even so, even then, I'm not scared. You can't be scared! Shane... we can't be scared. We gotta focus, hold true and go out there to beat into them even if our challenge is mongoloid, carnivorous, or feminine. You know, cause we got to represent our newest legions of fans. And could you imagine if Monet and Christian were the World Tag Champions!?! Shane: Hell no! It makes me sick. It makes want to punch something really, really hard! But... I will save that for the match. I will save that for our match in which we show off our absolute awesomeness. We... we can do this, Owen! We can overcome all the odds and beat Eddie and Marissa. We're going to show these goons tonight. We're going to go out there... and the best tag team will win. The best tag team... that is.... known as.... Owen: HA just testing you! We'll think of a good name for them though, that is if we don't drive them screaming back into singles competition. Cause, I mean, even if they earn the second place spot as the only ones behind us, well, that's still quite a distinction you know what? We ought to let them into our new fan club for free. ...well maybe for the first month with a 12 month subscription... Shane: Hmm. You might have a good idea. We'll give them a free subscription tonight after we knock their teeth down their throats. Then... the subscription will show up in the mail, courtesy of... TEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM... Owen: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!! [pause] Now where's my free copy man? [Fade out.] __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | World Tag Team Titles Match | | | | TEAM EGO vs MONET & CHRISTIAN | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| [The arena is bathed in darkness as the houselights cut out. The fans grow restless in the darkness until blue light washes over the arena, making it all seem as if it is underwater. The SPWtron winks to life showing a seal swimming in the water. Suddenly there is a burst of water as a leaping shark hits the seal, dragging it below the depths. Bloody-looking red lettering splashes across the screen as the shot switches to the shark breaking the water again, its jaws wide open. "The Great Black Shark" is written between its teeth before the jaws snap shut and the entire SPWtron turns red. "Deepest, Bluest" by LL Cool J hits and the fans start to cheer as Marissa Monet makes her entrance.] "Uh, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin" [MASSIVE CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Manmade terror Hungry jaws of death Y'all don't cross my depths I'll pause your breaths I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues Bleeding to death with no arms and short sleeves My world's deep blue Killers gotta eat too Looking for human flesh to rip my teeth through Other fish in the sea but Barracudas ain't equal To a half human predator created by a needle Jet black eyes baby they stare while you sleep When your Titanic sinks I'm the one you gon' meet Hearing terrified screams they surround my team All you see is trails of blood Even God won't intervene Nightmares of darkness My apetite is heartless Even if we related, you eliminated regardless In the deep blue, underwater walls Half man, half shark My jaws don't fall!" [The curtains part and Marissa Monet strides through. She pauses at the top of the ramp, arms folded across her chest. Her biceps bulge with the action, displaying the "God's Child" tattoo on her right shoulder and the striking shark logo on her left biceps. She stares at the fans first on one side and then stares at them on the next. Her lips slowly curl back into a big lusty smile.] [MASSIVE APPLAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin" [She stops at the ring steps, allowing herself a small smile as she climbs to the ring. She steps between the middle ropes with practiced ease and takes the centre of the ring. She throws out her arms and lifts her head to the rafters in the Jesus pose as her eyes rollover white and her mouth falls slack revealing a killer's smile and perfect white teeth.] "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Killers sworn to beast Swallowed them in flames They switched my DNA Trip me into Cool J I can't fight the feeling I'm born to kill prey To survive an attack There's only one way Battle to the death That's how sharks play Weapons left behind We dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy You're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance while I smash through your boat Eat your whole fam Nothing left but a right hand Clinging to a rail Escape, attempts fail You'll never make it home Tear the flesh off your bone Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone I'm talking death out a moment's notice You wasn't focused Me and my crew strike Like some underwater locusts" [Marissa begins to walk in figure eights around the ring, prowling each corner. The Tampa fans can feel her frenzy building.] "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin" "Uh, uh take it deeper Uh, uh take it deeper Uh, uh take it deeper Uh, uh take it deeper" "These waters are waist level The hallway's flooded Lost your scuba gear The killer's cold-blooded His name's LL You don't really want it I ate your ancestors The ocean is haunted I'm closing in cause I'm supposed to win How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin Should of stayed on dry land Stroke while you can Cause now you under pressure in the land of the damned Abandoned pirate ships Eels and sod scum Fish that glow in the dark The Titanic's hub Underwater storms You're blood is so warm You're life vest is off And that turns me on Killer for centuries The Gotti of the deep In the next millennium I'm still gonna creep Sand under my belly, ocean over my head Through the light in the shadows You become the living dead!" [With that the houselights come up and Marissa snaps out of her trance. She begins shadowboxing, ready for action. The fans cheer as she takes centre ring and raises her black-gloved fist in the air.] [DEAFENING ROARS OF APPROVAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" [Cue the trumpet High C note.] "Na Na Na Na" "Hey Hey Hey" "Gooooodbyeeeeeeeeeeeee! Good riddance!" [The lights in the arena go completely black. The only lighting in the arena is provided by fans using their lasers and cell phones.] "Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin.. *****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!***** "This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone, This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects" [The pyrotechnic shoots off in the sky as "CHRISTIAN" comes across the SPWTron.] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "My raps don't have melodies This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies Get your chain taken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making going make it the great depression All y'all lack aggression Put your skirt back down, grow a set man Nigga this shit violent This is death of autotune..." [White fog begins to fill the arena..as a white spotlight shines on the stage, directly on Eddie Christian as he is being lowered from the ceiling via a platform.] "MOMENT OF SILENCE!!" [Eddie is clad in a white trench coat, a white wifebeater, and white baggy leather pants with crosses on each leg. The platform reaches the stage as Eddie throws his hands in the air... as another pyrotechnic goes off!] "Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen. No I.D. on the track let the story begin.." *****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!***** "This ain't a number one record This is practically assault with a deadly weapon I made it just for Flex and... ... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your bloodclot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight You colors too bright, your voice too light" [Christian stands at the bottom of the ramp as he points out into left wing of the crowd, followed by the right as he heads across the aisle to slap hands with the fans in attendance. They raise their "Christian" posters and go to touch hands with their hero!] "I might wear black for a year straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain't for z100 Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred This is for Hot 97 This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in Nigga this shit violent Death of autotune...moment of silence" [Eddie stands to his feet, as he raises his arms again as the lights in arena return to normal. Christian walks over to the lower right turnbuckle that faces the right wing of the crowd... he stands on the second rope... staring out across the sea of energy in Tampa Bay, and pointing to all of his fans.] "This shit need a verse from Jeezy I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it Fifty thou' to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this You niggas singing too much" [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet ready- this is it!! Jim: And now awaiting the Champs! V/O: "TEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!! "EEEEEEEEEEEEGOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" [DETONATION FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The lights go down low to near pitch black levels as the thunderous rock and roll entrance from "Fame" by David Bowie begins to blast! The SPWTron comes alive showing Shane Diamond nailing Colt Montana with a baseball slide past the railing to hook on Colt's head and send him sailing with the Hurricanrana! From out of the back in their new matching jackets and hoodies step the World Tag Champions themselves, Shane Diamond and Owen Cage!! Shane moves to one side of the stage, Owen to the other and Shane raises both arms high!!] Shane Diamond: TEAAAAAAAAAM!!! ***BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!*** [Fire flies up behind him!! Owen throws up his arms doing the same!!] Owen Cage: EEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ***BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!*** [Fire blows up behind him into a sonic cloud of awesomeness!!! As both come together A HUGE Wall of Flame bursts out on stage and the song kicks up into high gear!] ******BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!****** [CROWD ERUPTS WITH JOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Fame, (fame) makes a man take things over Fame, (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame, (fame) puts you there where things are hollow Fame (fame)" [Miss Jasmine walks out as Owen Cage and Shane Diamond stand with the World Tag Team Titles raised by their straps! Cage, sporting his new blonde beard wears a white, black and silver hoodie jacket, neon blue forearm guard and matching tights, one half white, the other blue and white and blue boots as he points out, raising his title high. Shane Diamond wears a matching jacket and has full length tights, one leg neon green the other white with his name written up the side in silver. He laughs out loud and throws up the World Tag Title belt high over his head with both arms!! Miss Jasmine, is in an EGO T-shirt that has been made into a belly shirt, showing off her taut physique, and low-rise ripped jeans, along with neon green stiletto boots. They begin their walk down the ramp, pointing to the fans as they make their way towards the ring.] [MEGA BEHEMOTH GIGANTIC FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Fame, its not your brain, its just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane (sane) Fame (fame)" [The SPWTron shows Owen Cage laying out Marcus O'Malley with the CKutta, and Shane hanging upside down from the hooks at Iconoclasm holding up the World Tag Team Titles!! Team EGO swagger down the aisle, Shane goes to the barricade as the capacity crowd is waving their Team EGO Water Bottles!! Diamond lets out a Hyena-like laugh and his fans wave and cheer!] "Fame, (fame) what you like is in the limo Fame, (fame) what you get is no tomorrow Fame, (fame) what you need you have to borrow Fame (fame)" [Kneeling up to the apron, Owen holds up his belt to the fans and turns to gaze out across the jam-packed arena. The World Tag Team Champion climbs to the top rope from the outside, and holds his title in the air as Shane runs and slides in! Diamond goes right to the opposite corner and scales the buckles to celebrate his Championship as Miss Jasmine rolls in, and all have their hands raised high as silver fireworks explode down high from overhead!!!] ***BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!*** ***BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!*** ***BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!*** ["OMG THESE GUYS F'N RULE" FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Could it be the best, could it be? Really be, really, babe? Could it be, my babe, could it, babe? Could it, babe? , could it, babe?" [Owen Cage wipes back his hair and looks sideways out as the fans are roaring, the latest city to be rocked by the Extremely Great Ones! Shane Diamond struts around in as he climbs up halfway over the side, challenging anyone to come try to take his title! Cage smiles wide as he paces to stop dead center, foot on the SPW logo as he runs his mouth and turns to point out all across the sea of cheering fans!!] Stone: AND THIS MATCH IS FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES OF THE WORLD!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: INTRODUCING FIRST! FROM BROOKLYN NEW YORK. AT 6 FOOT 6, SHE WEIGHED IN AT 220 POUNDS! SHE IS A FORMER WORLD TAG AND WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPION, SHE IS KNOWN AS THE GREAT BLACK SHARK! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN MAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRIIISSSSSSA MONNNNET!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND HER TAG TEAM PARTNER! FROM JACKSONVILLE FLORIDA! AT 5 FOOT 11, HE WEIGHED IN AT 222 POUNDS! KNOWN AS THE BORN CHAMPION... PLEASE WELCOME EDDIE! CHHHHRRRRRRIIIISSSTIIIIAAANN!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet ready to take on Team EGO, both standing united as they first competed together in the Deathwish Cage Match, an early contender for match of the year. As part of Team SPW, they successfully defended us against the Invaders. Sean: And both have seen their careers skyrocket since, but now can this team take out Team EGO, the consummate best tag team in the game today? For all I can hear, the fans are definitely split on this! Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENTS!!!! Jim: OWEN CAGE SWIPING THE MIC! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Cage smiles... looking out to the fans as they begin to raise a cheer. Padding the forearm guard, as it reads 'SPW' Owen Cage looks to Shane Diamond and holds up a hand as their challengers are surprised, but focused. Cage shakes his head as he points to both Monet and Eddie.] Owen Cage: ....Why so serious? You know if the, excuse me one second y'all. TEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shane & The Crowd: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Owen: WHAT THEY SAID. You know it's funny Marissa, Eddie Christian, that for two seasons Team EGO have been the standard bearer in SPW. You know, carrying Spooky Doom to a five star match. Putting down The Black Mass. Outmaneuvering The Children of Hardcore. Dancing the dance and talking out any and everyone. And for all of our efforts we have arrived in the main event. We cleaned house in the Bring Your Own Weapons Rumble. And we wanted competition. AND I THINK WE'VE FOUND IT. [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Owen: So in one second we're gonna ring that bell and go funky like a monkey from pillar to post! But before we do that... let me make things crystal clear. You the main eventers may think we're here on your turf, but no no no, in SPW, WE RULE THE TAG TEAM DIVISION. You want to think that you two are future Hall of Famers? Future legends perhaps? Well you're both going to find out that this is OUR TIME, This is OUR RING, and you people just work here. [Shane is laughing with an open mouth.] Owen: So I hope you two brought your wrestling boots, Maristian. Eddie Money, Maristeddymonistian!! Because I think after tonight Shane Diamond and Owen Cage prove one thing, that if you guys are serious, if you two really want to be World Tag Team Champions and invade on our turf here tonight, then we have a real name for you!! SECOND BEST!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] REFEREE; LET'S DO THE DAMN THING!! ***DINGDINGDING!!!!*** Jack: OWEN THROWING THE MIC! [Cage charges to hit the spinning heel kick right into Marissa Monet! She tries to block but gets taken down as Shane Diamond runs and dodges the Referee to fly up with the corkscrew crossbody into a barrel roll as he takes Eddie Christian down!!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DIAMOND into Christian! Peppering him with rights!! Owen taking a kick right into Marissa's side! Eddie trying to block and SHANE with the legsweep! Owen kneesmashes into Monet's skull!! Shane turns and dives to slam the elbow into Marissa's back, and Owen Cage with the flying flip senton right into Eddie Christian! Jim: OHH!! Shane pulling Monet up and gutwrenching her to the air, Owen into the air and flying HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER POWERBOMB FROM TEAM EGO!! Sean: EDDIE getting up! Shane Diamond charging to grab his waist, Eddie punching away! OWEN RUNNING AND JUMPS OFF DIAMOND'S BACK TO LEG LARIAT CHRISTIAN INTO THE BUCKLES!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DIAMOND PULLING EDDIE OUT! CHRISTIAN WITH THE ELBOW INTO DIAMOND! Jim: AND A BACKHAND TO OWEN CAGE!! KNOCKING HIM SIDEWAYS!! Sean: TEAM EGO HIT EDDIE CHRISTIAN WITH TOTAL ELIMINATION!!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND OWEN DOWN FOR THE PIN!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: MARISSA MONET DIVES FOR THE DOUBLE AXE INTO OWEN CAGE! BREAKING UP THE PIN!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I can't believe she even moved! Shane Diamond on Monet with kicks and punches, an equal opportunity ass kicker if I've ever seen one! He's running the ropes and throws the toss to send Marissa over the side NO! SHE HELD ON!! Jim: OWEN CHARGING AND HOOKS THE ROPES!! SWINGING THROUGH AND TIGER FEINT KICK RIGHT INTO MONET'S EXPOSED FACE!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHANE DIAMOND SETTING UP EDDIE CHRISTIAN FOR THE DIAMONDGASM! [Diamond holds Eddie's head locked and yells out to the fans, and Christian shakes in desperation to break away and roll free, he makes it out of the ring as Diamond and Cage are howling with glee! Eddie Christian heads around the ring as Monet weakly gets up, both faced with a jubilant and celebrating Team EGO inside the squared circle, and Miss Jasmine throws up her arms at ringside, all three working the fans in Tampa Bay!!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "EGO!!!" "EGO!!!" "EGO!!!" "EGO!!!" "EGO!!!" "EGO!!!" Jack: This place becoming electrified for the Tag Team Champions of the World! Sean: And Eddie Christian and Marissa Monet did not expect a fight of this kind!! Jim: They had better! This is Team EGO! They are the best in the World Today!!! Jack: Yes they are, Jim! The Shootfire Faithful are behind the tag team champions tonight!!! Sean: Looks like Monet and Christian are talking about a plan on the outside!! They better get back into the ring because if now, Team EGO are going to be coming after them!! Jim: Eddie Christian is sliding into the ring now and he and Owen Cage are gearing up to go at one another!!! Cage and Eddie are already going at it!!! Referee declaring them them the official, legal men and Christian takes Eddie down and he's on top of him!!! Jack: A FLURRY OF PUNCHES!!! [The crowd goes insane Eddie and Owen roll around on the ground, one of them desperately trying to get the upper hand!!! Eddie Christian finally breaks away from blasting on Owen's face and climbs to his feet. He grabs Owen up and sends him into the ropes but Owen with a quick Irish whip! Owens catches Christian with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!] Jim: Nice spinning heel kick by Owen!!! Christian down on the mat and Owen immediately tagging in Shane Diamond!!! Sean: Shane Diamond going to the top rope!!! DIAMOND WITH PURPLE RAIN!!! GUILLOTINE LEGDROP ON EDDIE CHRISTIAN!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Spoke too soon, Sean! CHRISTIAN MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!!! Sean: Shane Diamond falling flat on his rear end!! That's gotta hurt!!! [Diamond rolls over in pain as Eddie Christian climbs to his feet. Christian leaps over and tags in THE GREAT BLACK SHARK!!! The crowd go wild as Marissa Monet comes into the ring and goes straight for Shane Diamond. Monet whips Diamond up into a quick belly to belly suplex that sends him straight down onto the mat. Monet rushes to her feet and grabs Diamond in a drop toe hold to take him right into the heel hook!] Sean: Oh no! Diamond in the center of the ring! He's trying to find the ropes! I hope this isn't it for Team EGO! [Diamond screams to the top of his lungs as Monet claps the move on even tighter! The crowd is going insane as Monet pulls Diamond's foot up with her strength, trying to make him tap out!] Jack: And Shane Diamond forcing over he has the ring ropes. Oh he got them and the Ref saying break. Jim: Diamond's leg hurting, but he was able to make it to the cable and at least Marissa with enough integrity to release when she could have held it on much longer. Sean: Diamond using the ropes to regroup, as Marissa over and tags out to Eddie. Shane limping a bit and he taunts Christian, now makes the tag out to Owen Cage who returns to the ring, slowly things down a bit as he creeps and struts, Owen Cage talking trash to his petulant contender. [Cage rubs his sore face, as Eddie motions for the belt. Tampa cheers as Owen runs his mouth and tells Eddie off, walking right to the center and Eddie walks right in to meet him! Cage and Christian go face to face, noses mere inches away as both start talking trash at each other, and they grab in a lockup! Owen pushes back as Eddie jockeys for position and Christian swings around back behind to cinch in the rear waistlock.] Sean: Owen breaking free and runs at the ropes! Charging back and ducking spear no Eddie with the leapfrog, Christian hits the deck as Owen off the side, Eddie has his legs up and monkeyflips Owen over! Jack: Both men up to their feet, Eddie with the arm and twisting it over, Owen forward roll, rolling back, dive roll forward to come up and Wring Eddie's arm over, Christian on his back! Sean: Eddie with the Kip Up! ARMDRAGS OWEN OVER AND ARM SCISSORS LOCKED IN! Jack: Slaps in the arm scissors now rolling over up top could he be going for the Agony of Defeat? That powerful rings submission Eddie Christian atop Owen Cage - Cage diving forward, kicking out a knee and gets that foot in underneath him, now LIFTING EDDIE UP INTO THE AIR!? [Christian sits on Owen's shoulder with the arm scissors and instead dives down taking Owen over and lands right back into a Fujiwara Armbar! Cage immediately flips out and stands up to position Eddie on his shoulders, Christian kicking free before the Ref can even count one!] Sean: Almost got him! Eddie up and into the corner Cage charging full speed- Eddie with the duck and back body drops Owen up Into a Headstand on the top rope! Jack: Christian turns and Cage falling to lock the head and Ranas Eddie right over! Christian up, Owen to the top rope and Moonsaults back no Christian moves! Sean: Owen Cage lands on his feet! Jack: Christian charging! Owen Cage with a drop toehold sending Eddie sliding clear out of the ring he hits the floor!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: EDDIE trying to get up- OWEN SPRINGBOARDING TO THE TOP CABLE! [Christian looks high as Owen balances, and drops to land on Eddie's shoulders, taking him right over with the flying Hurracanrana! The fans cheer as Christian rolls across ringside, and Owen pops up and rolls his arm to the crowd!] Jack: HURRACANRANA FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Owen up and rolling inside, big tag to Shane Diamond! Sean: And we can see that Diamond is ready to take his challengers out, Eddie up and rolling in, he makes the quick tag out to Marissa Monet as we reset the momentum in this match. World Tag Team Titles on the line, in the first half of this double main here on SPW Conquest, right here on the Raw Sports Network. [Diamond strides as Miss Jasmine cheers him on, Shane pointing out as he circles with Marissa.] Jim: Look how much smaller Diamond is than Marissa Monet!! Monet is a lot bigger than Diamond, but I don't think Diamond cares. He keeps looking up at her as she towers over him. It seems all he has on his mind is retaining these tag team titles. Sean: I think he better focus because Monet is coming after him! Monet going in for Diamond with a quick waistlock, but Diamond moves and he has the waistlock on Monet! Diamond throws Monet into the ropes! Jack: Monet coming back for a clothesline and Diamond ducks! [Diamond ducks the clothesline and hits the ropes with a springboard elbow drop that takes Monet down! Diamond quickly hits his feet and lands a low dropkick to Monet's head! He rolls over and signals as he goes to the to the top rope!] Jack: Diamond going upstairs! Jim: He better hurry because Monet is getting up! Sean: Monet to her feet! Monet running! AND SHE KNOCKS DIAMOND TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Jim: Shane Diamond did not anticipate that! Diamond struggling to get up! Owen Cage is on the top rope!!! Jack: MOONSAULT BY CAGE!!! [CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Beautiful! And out of nowhere! Here comes the chaos!!! EDDIE CHRISTIAN NOW INSIDE THE RING!!! [Christian runs inside the ring as the official begins to try to maintain order. Shane Diamond climbs onto the apron and slides inside the ring going straight for Christian! Christian turns around and is met by a dropkick from Shane Diamond before he could get his hands on Owen Cage! Cage and Diamond both go for Monet and lift her up for a double suplex!] Sean: TEAMWORK BY THE CHAMPIONS!!! Listen to the crowd!!! Tampa is loving TEAM EGO and their undeniable tag team talent!!! Owen: TEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!!! Shane: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Official ordering Cage to take his position on the outside! Eddie Christian also being ordered to his side of the ring! Diamond maintaing control now by a few jolts to Monet's lower body. He's trying to get The Great Black Shark to stay off her feet. What a good strategy- too bad it's going to take more than that to keep Monet down!! Sean: Shane Diamond throws the fist, and strikes Monet across the face! Has the hand and irish whip, sending Marissa to the corner, and Shane charging to SLUG the clothesline! And Shane Diamond beating into Marissa Monet as these fans want to see her back in it!! "SHARK!!!!" "SHARK!!!!" "SHARK!!!!" "SHARK!!!!" "SHARK!!!!" Jack: SHANE PUNCHING MARISSA! AND HE- NO EFFECT!? [Marissa's huge head snaps back and she stares at Shane! Diamond looks shocked, and Jasmine yells and he strikes her again! Monet doesn't move! Shane takes a step back and slowly, Marissa's eyes begin to roll back in their sockets as her fans rage out!!] [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: BLOOD IN THE WATER! Jim: AND GRABBING SHANE! TOSSING HIM AGAINST THE BUCKLES! Jack: MARISSA INTO SHANE WITH A CASCADE OF RIGHT HOOKS HERSELF!! [Monet pounds into Shane and punching him silly, shoves in to grab the arm and rips out to send Diamond racing across the ring! Diamond hits the buckles and sits right down as Marissa comes running and leaps to shoot out the leg, leaping through the air to land the flying facewash!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OHHH!! Monet crashing into Shane and now hauling him up! Fist to the face and sitting Diamond on the top rope! Pulling the head in and locking the legs, oh she's got him up for the Muscle Buster! TAKING DIAMOND INTO THE AIR AND KICKS OUT HER LEG SHARKBITE!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DIAMOND laid out! And Monet with the cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: OWEN CAGE DIVING TO BREAK IT UP!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: EDDIE CHRISTIAN LEAPING IN!! HERE WE GO AGAIN! [Eddie beats into Owen with stiff shots, Cage stumbling back as Eddie beats him across the ring! Christian screams and raising his arm, rears back to slam the clothesline and send Owen flipping backwards over the side! The fans are on their feet as Shane gets up and Eddie leaps with the flying Superkick but Diamond ducks and hooking the head, twists Christian over to slam the corkscrew neckbreaker!] Jack: DIAMONDGASM!! Sean: Shane up and shouting, Marissa against the corner he charges her and MONET CAUGHT HIM! AND CLAWHOLD DOWWWNN WITH THE STO!! OH THE HAND OF GOD! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Monet down and with the cover! Owen Cage can't make it in, he's still down on the floor! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! SHANE GOT THE SHOULDER UP! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Owen Cage just NOW making it back to the apron, to his team's corner, he has the tag rope in hand and Shane heading over, finally makes the tag! Owen leaping in over the top and EDDIE CHRISTIAN DROPKICKS HIM OVER THE SIDE! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHANE getting in! EDDIE RIPS UP ON THE MIDDLE ROPE! OOHHHH!!!! "OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Jim: EDDIE DRAGGING SHANE IN AND RIGHT INTO THE SPINNING HIGH ANGLE PEDIGREE!! Jack: AND MONET ON TOP! MOUNTED CROSSFACE PUNCHES! AND ROLLING SHANE OVER INTO THE REAR NAKED!! Sean: EDDIE CHARGING THE ROPES AND LEAPING TO SMASH THE DROPKICK INTO SHANE'S FACE!! ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: EDDIE YELLING OUT AND MONET HAS SHANE DOWN FOR THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: OWEN REACHING IN AND DRAGS SHANE DIAMOND RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE SAVED THEIR TITLES! WE ALMOST HAD NEW CHAMPS!! Jim: AND EDDIE AND MARISSA LIVID! SO CLOSE!!! Sean: SO CLOSE BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH!!! Jim: BETTER WATCH YOUR BACKS, TEAM EGO!!! EDDIE AND MONET BOTH REBOUNDING AGAINST THE ROPES... DOUBLE SUICIDE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE ON THE CHAMPIONS!!! [CROWD GOES INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: This is insanity tonight!!! They're all down on the outside- but not for long! Eddie and Monet to their feet!!!! THEY ARE ON FIRE!!!! [Eddie grabs Cage and Monet grabs Shane and they send them to the inside!!! The official orders all participants back into the ring! Monet wastes absolutely no time and begins going in for Shane Diamond! She hoists Diamond up for a huge suplex!!! Diamond's head bounces off the canvas as The Great Black Shark goes to tag in Eddie Christian!!! Christian leaps over the ropes and comes in fresh. He tackles Diamond with a series of kicks to his stomach!!!] Sean: Eddie Christian now the legal man and Diamond needs to get the tag because Christian is wearing him down!!! Jim: Eddie Christian is indeed on top of things as he now has Diamond in an abdominal stretch submission hold! He's pulling back on the submission and trying to get Diamond to give in! Jack: Not going to happen, Jim!!! THIS IS TEAM EGO WE ARE TALKING ABOUT!!! [Shane is shouting out as pain rips through his body and Eddie strains to break him in half. Diamond tries to get for the ropes- and Owen paces on the apron, as Miss Jasmine riles up the crowd. Shane pulls and reaching for the cable, stretches out fingers clasping and he gets to the side! The fans cheer but Eddie picks Shane up to run him right back into the buckles, Diamond's head whiplashing. Christian pulls back to send Shane running across the ring! Diamond hits the side and Eddie tags in Marissa! He runs full speed to take to the air and slam the flying Avalanche!! But Shane moves and dives to tag into Owen!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OHH! Owen charging and flying clothesline takes Eddie down! But MARISSA MONET CATCHES HIM AND IPPONZEI!! LANDING RIGHT ON TOP!! Jack: AND NOW TAKING OWEN UP! AND - EDDIE STOMPING HIS FOOT!? Jim: MARISSA MONET LAUNCHING OWEN CAGE WITH THE ROCKER LAUNCHER!! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** Jack: RIGHT INTO THE SUPERKICK!!! MY GOD MAN! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! Jim: OWEN IS OUT! AND MARISSA DRAGGING HIM UP! KATIHAJIME CINCHED IN EDDIE CHRISTIAN WITH THE SPINNING CRESCENT KICK TO SEND CAGE OVER WITH THE BRIDGE!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MONET WITH THE PIN!!!! Sean: SHANE DIAMOND ON THE TOP ROPE!!!! [The fans scream as Eddie lunges for the corner and Shane jumps to double stomp on Eddie's shoulders, hopping right over to kick out the legdrop and slam it down into Marissa's exposed stomach!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GOOD LORD WHAT DO THEY HAVE TO DO! Jim: TAG TEAM TITLES ON THE LINE!! Sean: THIS MATCH IS NEVER ENDING!!! BOTH TAG TEAMS WANT THE TITLES... WHAT MAIN EVENT THIS IS- AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN MADE IT TO THE WORLD TITLE MAIN EVENT YET!!! Jack: Shane Diamond and Owen Cage trying to make a comeback!!! The crowd is behind both teams! Tampa is going wild! [Shane Diamond hits his feet and walks around, pumping the roaring crowd up even more! Shane Diamond grabs Monet and throws her into the ropes! Monet ricochets off the ropes and Diamond grabs her with a reverse atomic drop! Monet falls to the ground and Diamond goes for Christian!! He grabs Eddie and kicks him to the outside of the ring!!! And the crowd is raging as Diamond goes to the top rope again! The camera flash is going off as he hits the top rope! He waits a split second... and delivers a huge flying elbow drop onto Monet!!! Meanwhile Christian climbs back into the ring and Cage gets up, shaking the cobwebs!!!] Jack: DIAMOND FROM THE TOP ROPE... THAT MAN IS FLYING TONIGHT!!! [CROWD GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: He is everywhere!!! Everyone is everywhere!!! IT'S INSANE!!! EDDIE CHRISTIAN HAS CLIMBED BACK INSIDE THE RING!!! Sean: And he meets a kick to the gut by Cage!!! Cage recovered as quickly as possible... and he sets up Eddie... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK FACEBUSTER!!!! Jack: Ooooh! And Owen Cage to the outside, snatches up the tag rope as Shane Diamond clears Marissa over the top with a monster lariat!! [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And Shane Diamond over, tags in to Owen Cage! And Now Shane over to lift up Eddie Christian on the top!! Lifting him up into the Electric Chair!! [Owen goes to the top rope as Shane is hoisting Eddie high, and as Tampa Bay screams out Cage jumps for the C-Kutta but Eddie catches the head and shoulder and bridging backwards off of Shane slams the Head and Neck Suplex!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CAGE BOUNCED TO SIT UP AND IS OUT!! Jim: EDDIE ON OWEN! Sean: MONET IN THE RING! AND CHARGING TO CACTUS CLOTHESLINE HERSELF AND SHANE DIAMOND OUT!!! [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stone: THE WINNERS!! AND NEWWWWWWWW!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WOOORRLLLD!! EDDIE CHRIIIIIIIIISSSSSTIIIIIAAAAANN AND MAAAARRRRIISSSAAA MONET!!!!! [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Fireworks begin exploding overhead as "Death of Autotune" begins to boom over the PA System! The fans are cheering and clapping as they rise up, Monet climbing into the ring as Eddie takes both folded titles from the Referee and raises them high in the air!! He hands one to his partner as the audience is giving a standing ovation- and Marissa and Eddie roll right out of the ring to and move into the crowd, climbing over the guardrails as they move up through the fans, cheering and celebrating with their shocked fans!] ****BBOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!**** ****BBOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!**** ****BBOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!**** ****BBOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!**** ****BBOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!**** ****BBOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!**** [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AND UPSET! TALK ABOUT AN UPSET WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!!! Jim: The Born Champion finally adding some Shootfire Gold to his accolades, and Marissa Monet has regained the World Tag Team Title for the second time! And they are loving it as the fans are loving it it back, how about that a title change right here on the first show of 2010, the Season Premier of SPW Conquest!! [Fade back to the commentator's table as Sean and Jim are ecstatic! The fans are celebrating in full force as fireworks continue to explode! Both of the announcers are smiling wide as the crowd is waving behind them!!] Sean: And how about that, a World Tag Team Title Change! Upset of the night! We have a new pair of World Tag Champions in Marissa Monet and "Born Champion" Eddie Christian who earns his first taste of Shootfire gold! Jim: Yeah, and now with Team EGO dethroned you gotta think tags are going to be coming out of the woodworks to go after this new Tag Team pairing, everyone is going to see this still relatively inexperienced team plus the rematch clause held by the now-former Champs! Sean: Brand New Champions on the first card in 2010, this is awesome. Great match, excellent fight from both teams and four solid, fantastic athletes. Very nice everyone, and it's a great time to be a fan of SPW. Jim: And now we're finally at the time for the arrival of "Heartless" Jakob Volga! We have been waiting for this all night it is time to welcome back HJV!! ["Hellrider" by Judas Priest begins to play as the lights go dim in the arena. Slowly, strobes begin to flash on and off, in sequence as the audience roars and cheers out, and the slow guitar intro begins to buzz. Lights flash and blare as the curtain leading from backstage quickly part as the man known as "Heartless" Jakob Volga makes his way out from the back! Wearing his black leather jacket, brand new red "Back From The Dead" shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He stops for a moment at the top of the ramp to raise his taped right fist high into the air!!] "Here they come These gods of steel Megatron Devouring what's concealed" [HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome back to the SPW ring... "HEAARRRRTLESSS" JAAAKOB! VOOOLLLLLGGGGAAAA!!!!!! "Speed of Death Crossfired they stare Final breath From vapourizing glares" [CAN'T STOP THE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Raised to man oppressed Sign of persecution" Sean: The fans here in Tampa are going INSANE for the returning Jakob Volga! Jim: Definitely! I can barely hear myself THINK in this place right now! Sean: One would have to assume that Jakob is going to address how he is back in the first place, as the last time we saw him was when he lost his loser leaves SPW match to Sammy Knight. "Hellrider Rocks through the night Hellrider Raised for the fight" [Jakob makes his way down the ramp, trying to slap every hand that reaches out for him, and there are certainly a lot of people who want to welcome back the "Killing Machine".] "All incensed To overthrow Strong defence With armaments they grow" [Jakob now moves to the other side of the ring, greeting anyone and everyone.] "By this quest Their fates renowned Put to rest Abominations grow" [After slapping a few hands around ringside, he finally makes it to the steps, walks up to the apron, wipes off his black boots, stopping for a moment with a huge grin on his face.] "Time to ram it down Judgement for the tyrant" [Jakob enters the ring between the top and middle rope. As soon as he gets in, he beelines for the center of the ring, raising that fist high in the air again. He puts his head back, eyes closed, drinking in the cheers of the crowd as his music hits the chorus and then fades...] "Hellrider Rocks through the night Hellrider Raised for the fight" Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! Sean: Jakob Volga drinking in this AMAZING fan reaction! [Jakob finally puts his hand down, and reaches in his pocket, pulling out a mic.] HJV: I gotta admit, I have REALLY missed this a lot! [HUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] HJV: Thank you ALL! [AND THE POP RESTARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Jakob stops in the middle of the ring, just looking around at all the fans and the reaction he is receiving.] HJV: Guys, this is only a 2 hour show!! [NOW WITH MORE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Jakob now takes his hands and does the universal symbol for "quiet down" to which the crowd begrudgingly obliges] HJV: You know, a little while back I was taken out of Shootfire Pro, pretty much thanks to my own stupid ego. I admit, I was on quite a roll, and my mouth decided to try to write some checks that apparently my ass couldn't cash, and thanks to that stupidity, I got the chance to take a pretty long, unpaid vacation. [Volga drops his head for a moment, wallowing in his own avarice.] HJV: And sure, I got other jobs, I did some time in Japan, and Mexico, and Canada, and anywhere else that would let the Heartless One into the ring, but no matter how much I learned from that time, and no matter how much the fans reacted wherever I went, the one question I always got, no matter WHAT country I was in was... When are you going back to Shootfire, Jakob? We miss you in SPW, Jakob! Well guess what? [Jakob heads to one of the corners, and jumps up to the second turnbuckle...] HJV: "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA IS BACK!! [FAAAAAAAAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] HJV: No Legends Deal, no one time only, no coming in just to be a special attraction! I am back and BETTER than ever! Just like the new shirt says, I am BACK FROM THE DEAD!! And though I may have had to sell my soul a bit to get back to where I BELONG, I don't care right now, because I have 3 major things on my mind... 1. To come out here and entertain all of you AMAZING SPW fans... [FAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 2. To get one more match with Sammy Knight...... [BIIGGGGGGERR FAAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] And FINALLY... 3. TO TAKE HOLD OF THE SPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!! [NUCLEAR FAAAAAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Jakob wasting no time in throwing his hat into the ring for the SPW Title! HJV: So to all of you who have supported me from day one until today, get ready, because this is going to be one hell of a ride! [BIG FACE POP MIXED WITH A "JAKOB" CHANT!!!!!!!!!!!!] HJV: And to all the boys in the back, prepare yourselves, because 2010 is going to be MY YEAR, the Year of the Heartless One, The Year of The Hellrider!! ["Hellrider" cues back up as the fans let out another major pop! Jakob drops the mic onto the mat, and proceeds to jump out of the ring, and starts to slap any and all hands at ringside.] __________________________________________________________________________ |\________________________________________________________________________/| | \__< SPW >_____________________________________________________________/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | World Heavyweight Title Match | | | | ANDREW DAVIS vs VILE VINCE VIPER | | | | | | | | | | | |______________________________________________________________________| | | /______________________________________________________________________\ | |/__________________________________________________________< CONQUEST >__\| Ive been busting my ass for years! Im a loyal company man, so how does that prick get a title shot, when he appears in other federations? Id like to get a little side work too! [Decked out in his Devil pyjamas, Vile Vince Viper leans against a wall waiting for his entrance music to play. Its hard to ignore the voices of disgruntled workers echoing from the locker rooms. Back to the wall, Vile tries to ignore the complaints; they heard his ultimatum, fuck them. Is that his music? No. Looking up, TripleV notices the camera, beckoning it over with a scaled claw. As the image draws clearer, Vile holds up an old publicity photo taken in the earlier years of Shootfire Pro.] VVV: ...Ive always tried to be good to this place, build up the younger talent, win big inter-promotional events in its name, and lend it more credibility than I have to give. ...Despite being a headliner when this place first started up, I left in pretty short order... put over a few of the boys, then enjoy what I hoped would be my retirement. [The picture has all the keynote players... Valley, AsH, Taylor, Palmer, Vaughn, The Lightfoots, Jake McCarey, Gregory Brians, Jasy ONeil, and Andrew Davis. Dont they look friendly. Off in the shadows, almost out of frame, is Vile Vince Viper looking hurt.] VVV: When I finally got back... the same kids Id paved the way for didnt take to kindly to me being around. Id passed the torch, what, did I want it back? Fuck off old man! Outside of a few months, I wasnt around much for that formative year... as a result; I was always an outsider looking in. Forget the fact that over the years, Ive put in far more time to this establishment than any of those pricks, Ill never be part of that inner circle, and Ill never be one of the boys. ...So rather than put my stamp on Shootfires legacy, Ive just helped to cement the history of some spoiled brats who couldnt make an old man feel welcome. [God they look happy. ...The miserable bastards...] VVV: ...Andrew Davis likens me to a deadbeat dad, who swings by for a cheap thrill, gets everyone attached to him, then up and leaves everyone a little more emotionally stunted then we started. See its great for Davis to act like hes the go to guy who always has the companies back, and shows up when they need bankable stars, but that isnt close to the truth. Davis is a parasite. How could one of the least talented guys on the roster end up a three time world champ? ...He waits for all the top level talent to get injured or quit, then swoops in for the kill. Sammy had held that belt a little too long, and Andrew Davis was happy to help. Andy... I want that title... and the only thing keeping me from crippling you, is a fond feeling of nostalgia for those few fond Shootfire memories you clung to... only... I just remembered... [Vile sets the picture on fire. JPV, AsH, Taylor, DAVIS all their happy faces going up in flames...] VVV: ...I dont remember it all that fondly. FUCK this federation... FUCK the stars... FUCK the history... FUCK the fans. Favouritism can only get you so far Andy, and then you die. Now you die. [...Music starts to play.] VVV : If youll excuse me, I have a date with destiny. [We cut out to the arena, where the audience watches this backstage diatribe over the Tron. That was kind of harsh. Fucking Viper. Seeing that burning picture of the SPW stars, reminds a few fans of when Andrew Davis was decent. Planting the seeds of a double turn? Vile is a scary heel. The houselights dim. Youre No Good by Linda Ronstadt starts to pump over the speakers...] "Feeling better now that we're through Feeling better 'cause I'm over you I learned my lesson, it left a scar Now I see how you really are" ***B O O O O O O O O O O O O O M ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !*** [MASSIVE PYRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The fireworks ignite the stage turning the entranceway into a wall of fire. Smoke machines billow foul smelling vapours throughout the lower seating area. Red and white fireworks continue to explode in the air, showing the crowd in sparks, and frightening small children. A pitchfork cuts through the back curtain, before Viper in full devil regalia bursts out to no small chorus of boos. Following after him is the sadistically gleeful visage of Jester Chad Allen. If there was anyone in the audience who WASNT afraid of clowns, they certainly are now. The two men dance around the flames, giggling with delight as the audience bombards them with trash.] [We HATE you POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "You're no good You're no good You're no good Baby you're no good" [The SPWtron starts to play black and white images of the Cheap Heat Machines finest hours. In between every wrestling clip, shots of the killing fields, starving kids, public executions, and goose stepping soldiers are shown, just so theres SOMETHING to offend everyone. One of the images is the infamous baby spot, in which Vile kisses an infants forehead, and then snatches it, trying to use it as a weapon. We dont run that spot often enough. Another image sees Vile stapling a dirty diaper to Hannibal Carvers face. He wears it well.] "I'm gonna say it again You're no good You're no good You're no good Baby you're no good" [WE HOPE YOU DIE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [At this point the fans trying to get autographs are few and far between... but one still stands out. He has an SPW generation 1 VVV action figure... hes been a fan for awhile. Probably retarded. Vile turns to Jester and points at the fan, Look what fell out of my nose. Turning back, Vile spits his INFAMOUS BLACK VENOM all over the plant, causing the retard to fall to the ground, going into violent spasms.] "I broke a heart that's gentle and true# Well I broke a heart over someone like you# I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knee# I wouldn't blame him if he said to me# [After ripping out his own stitches to break Sammy Knights mind, the footage shifts to him kicking a dog. Your dog. Wow thats personal. Running out of greatest hits, the tron starts playing classic movie footage with Viles face super imposed on famous movie villains. Vile shoots Bambis mother! Breathing his radioactive breathe onto King Kong, in between stomping Tokyo! Here he is as Amon Goeth in Shindlers list... kind of tasteless. Jumping on the side of the boat, Vile chows down on a screaming Robert Shaw, blood streaming everywhere. Oh, and helping Clarice Sterling find the Buffalo Bill killer... that was actually kind of nice of him...] "You're no good You're no good You're no good Baby you're no good" [Getting bored of walking down the aisle, Vile jumps the guardrail, again followed by Jester. While normally running into a blood craving audience that really wants to kill you might be considered a bad idea, the fact that Vile is swinging his razor sharp pitchfork blindly gets most of them to run like cattle. People trip over, and stomp over one another, as the screams of fear and agony reach a fever pitch. Jester kicks a few people while there down, before throwing out flyers advertising his particular religion.] "I'm gonna say it again You're no good You're no good You're no good Baby you're no good" [As the crowd turns ugly, the jovial pair V-line back out to ringside. Over the Tron, Vile is trying to blow up the good year blimp during the Super Bowl. You dont remember that happening, but it seems like the kind of thing hed do. Back in reality, Vile hands Jester his pitch fork so the referee wont feel compelled to frisk him. Ha. Sliding through the ropes, Vile climbs a turnbuckle to flash the crowd some devil horns... they dont reciprocate. Which is something I wrote about Poet Wright in the mens room. Plants in the crowd bombard the ring with red streamers in honour of their goat god, as the music finally fades out.] Jim: Vile Vince Viper, who has cast his lot in with The family... now has the biggest match of his life. This is it, can he finally find that elusive win he's wanted for so long, can he become the NEW Heavyweight Champion? [As the thumping bass from Kanye Wests Flashing Lights rock the arena, the crowd rises to its feet. A wall of light bulbs appears on the SPWTron, flashing in time to the music.] "Flashing lights, lights" [The lights flash on, spelling out THE AGE OF.] "Flashing lights, lights" [The lights spell out ANDREW] "Flashing lights, lights" [DAVIS] "Flashing lights, lights" [The light bulbs brighten, from their regular yellow to a bright, piercing white. As the lights brighten, the bulbs begin to explode, one at a time at first, then all at once. As the bulbs explode, the screen washes out, a blinding white.] "She don't believe in shootin' stars, But she believe in shoes & cars Wood floors in the new apartment, Couture from the store's department You more like L'eau de Stardee shit, I'm more of the, trips to Florida Order the h'orderves, views of the Water Straight from the page of your favorite author" [At the screens brightest, golden fireworks explode from around the edge of the SPWTron, and the words on the screen flash in time to the music: Davis, Andrew, AD3. Standing underneath the golden letters and fireworks, bathed in golden light, is The Lightweight Legend Andrew Davis. His right arm straight in the air, Davis is wearing white tights, specially designed for him by Dolce & Gabbana, with the letters "DAVIS" written down each leg in, naturally, gold. Black boots with "AD" written in cursive and D&G sunglasses complete the ensemble. Over his shoulder sits the Shootfire World Heavyweight Championship, buffed to a golden shine.] "And the weather so breezy, Man why can't life always be this easy She in the mirror dancing so sleazy, I get a call like where are you Yeezy" Try to hit you with a 'Oeur de Whopee' Till I get flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these nigga's got me, I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis" [Andrew Davis takes a deep breath, taking in the moment, then flashing a brilliant smile.. A brace on his right knee reminds of his previously broken leg, and his face reminds that he isnt the young guy who entered Shootfire ten years prior. Older, wiser, brasher, cooler, Shootfires second Grand Slam Champion & first 3-time World Champion starts to walk down to the ring, the lights causing a strobe effect. Andrew appears on the ramp, disappears, then appears a few feet closer, the gold light reflecting off his D&G sunglasses and the title.] "As I recall I know you love to show off, But I never thought that you would take it this far- But what do I know? Flashing lights, lights What do I know? Flashing lights, lights" [As Andrew enters the ring, the SPWTron flips to Davis hitting his devastating Headshot finisher, dropping the likes of Sammy Knight, Vile Vince Viper, DeathKnell, Jasy ONeil, Scott Starring, James OConnor, a double Headshot on Marissa Monet & Eddie Christian, referee Shane Dreamer, and more! Andrew flashes a million dollar smile as he sees his handiwork, nailing everyone and anyone with the Headshot.] "As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far What do you know? Flashing lights What do you know? Flashing lights, lights" [Andrew walks around the ring, eyeing the screaming fans, a slight grin on his face, enjoying the reception. Shifting the belt into his hands, he holds it high in the air, the name ANDREW DAVIS printed across the front. Davis looks out at the masses, basking in the attention, letting it empower him, a devious glint in his eye. He folds up the title and kisses it, handing it off to the Referee.] Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE SPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!!!! [Referee Shane Dreamer raises up the World Championship high.] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: INTRODUCING FIRST! REPRESENTING THE FAMILY... FROM BUCHAREST... ROMANIA!! HE IS A SHOOTFIRE ICON, A TWO TIME HALL OF FAMER, UNIVERSAL AND WORLD TAG CHAMPION! HE IS THE FORMER GOD OF SPW... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE SCARLET SERPENT, THE VIRTUOUS ONE, THE ORIGINAL KING OF SNAKES... 3 TO THE V... PLEASE WELCOME VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE! "VIIIINCE!!" VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPER!!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Vile "Vince" Viper stands in his corner, rubbing his padded gloves as he stares ahead, ready to emasculate Davis and take away his World Championship. The Referee shows him the strap and Vile nods, as Andrew tells him that's the closest he'll ever get.] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT, A FORMER SPW WORLD TAG TEAM, DIAMOND, PLATINUM, AND THE FIRST EVER THREE TIME WORLD CHAMPION!! FROM MALIBU, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5 FOOT 10, WEIGHING IN AT 210 SVELTE POUNDS, HE IS SHOOTFIRES WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THIS IS THE AGE OF.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNDREW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Davis and Viper lock up, and Andrew immediately goes into the hammerlock winding around back behind VVV who slings the elbow at his face! Davis ducks it and snaps Viper backwards into the hammerlock backbreaker! Viper yells as Andrew swims over, grabbing the inverted facelock and Viper bridges up to top wristlock over and Davis grabs his hair, ripping Viper to the mat! He steps over the arm and jumps to land the legdrop into the bicep!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DAVIS with the arms out to the crowd as Viper pounds the mat in frustration. Already getting into his challenger's head. Jim: Yeah and nobody does it better than the Lightweight Legend. Sean: Viper rolling up, Davis to his head, VIPER with the punch to the stomach! And HUGE Uppercut to the face! Oh Davis rocked! Jim: Viper up and back elbow MISSED! DAVIS WITH THE ENZUGIRI!! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** Sean: Andrew up and Viper kneeing around, he did not like that! Davis over and throws the Stomp into the chest! Stomps him down again! Vile to the mat and rolling over as he gets up using the ropes, seeking the respite- Jim: ANDREW will have none of it! In to throw the haymaker into his challenger!! And hammers him again! Crank and the irish whip and Vile Vince Viper sent running across the Noooo!! Sean: Viper reversing! Oh the low vertical base! Davis into the side JUMPS AND HANDSPRING OFF THE TOP FLYING BACK ELBOW CONNECTS!!! VIPER ON HIS ASS! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: VIPER CURSING! And Andrew Davis mocking his contender yet again! Sean: And the madder Vile gets, the more dangerous he is! Andrew Davis talking trash as he runs his mouth and over to pull Vile up VIPER WITH THE WAISTBAND DAVIS TAKEN OVER!! [The crowd pops as Davis hits the mat and instantly Vile is on him to grab his head and pound the padded gloves into his head! VVV shouts out cursing as Andrew goes scrambling to the outside! The fans stand up to get in his face as Viper gives chase, going right outside but as he does Davis meets him with a right cross!! Andrew locks the wrist and shouts as he launches Vile right across the ringside area and guts-first into the steel barricade!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: VILE into the side! And Andrew DROPKICKS his back squashing Vile right into the railing once again! Sean: OHH! And Viper laid out against the railing, World's Greatest Dropkick and Andrew with Vile, sends him running and slides him right into the ring! Davis to the apron keep your eye on him- Jim: Yeah you never know what he'll do next! Sean: Vile rolling up DAVIS SLINGSHOT OVER THE SIDE HEADSCISSORS REVERSE TO THE TAKEOVER VILE SENT ROLLING!! Jim: HaHA! Viper trying to get up and Andrew BACKHAND BITCHSLAP ACROSS THE FACE!! ****SSSMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!**** Sean: NO RESPECT FOR THE LEGEND!! Jim: VIPER KNOCKED SIDEWAYS!! [Vile looks shocked and glaring over Davis runs his mouth, pointing in Vile's face once again and Viper swings the fist! Andrew ducks and catching the head slams the STO!!!! He takes the arm scissors and rolling forward pushes Viper onto his shoulders as he holds the mat to leverage the pin!] Sean: DAVIS HAS HIM!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!] Jim: VIPER KICKED OUT AT TWO!! And thus so far this matchup really NOT going the way he wanted. Sean: STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM ANDREW DAVIS!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTROUS CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: LOVE IT!! THE COVER!!!!!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE POP!] Sean: Davis for the corner, Viper still down, Andrew climbing to stand on the top rope, and DOWN INTO THE SPLIT CORKSCREW BODY ATTACK!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HOLLYWOOD STAR PRESS! DAVIS MAKES THE COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Viper knees over in fury and ducks into the ropes, shouting at the Ref to keep Andrew back. Davis smiles, rushing over to jump up and stand on the second buckle, telling everyone who the World Heavyweight Champion really is.] [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Davis FULL of confidence and Viper full of angst at this point, he has been thrown around and disrespected and he has to watch as this egomaniac actor shows him up at every chance he gets! Sean: Vile to the center as Davis jumping down, heading over to jaw out and he spits his gum up and BATS it out of the air!! ...Never seen that before. [Vile just shakes his head, as Davis laughs with open mouth. Viper smiles and pushes the Referee at Andrew who catches him in surprise and Vile knuckles the punch right in the eye!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OHH!! HE USED THE OFFICIAL AS A DISTRACTION!! AND DAVIS CAN'T SEE!! Sean: The snake strikes again! Viper with the head and the Referee off balance, VIPER WITH THE MULE KICK TO THE BALLS!! "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jim: DAVIS IS DOWN!! [Andrew is on the mat, holding himself with both hands as he kicks in agony. Vile Vince Viper is laughing, and now drops to a knee. He spreads his arms, and flicks a forked tongue as he raises out his face and arms to the heavens. The fans boo like crazy in disgust for the two time Hall of Famer.] [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And he saw that it was good. Haw haw, Still got it baby! Sean: Indeed. And Andrew Davis currently with his balls knocked practically up into his throat. Vile Vince Viper can pick and choose his spots now, it's whatever he wants to do. [VVV sneers out as he turns his back to the Referee, and pulling a length of cord out from his pocket, drops to wrap it around Andrew's neck! Davis starts kicking as Viper makes sure to use his arm and block the Ref from seeing!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DAVIS CHOKED OUT BY VIPER!! HE IS FIGHTING TO GET FREE! Jim: BUT VIPER KEEPING THE REFEREE FROM SEEING THAT WIRE!! Sean: Andrew sits up twisting over, trying to get his neck out of the cord as Viper sneers and cranks the cable in, tying it tight. Davis is on his feet! Twisting over and kicking into Vile!! Hands free and punching away! Viper can't hold him, his midsection exposed! [The fans are roaring as Viper has to let go and Andrew locks him for the Exploder then jumps into the backflip to slam them both with the Last Looks!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: LAST LOOKS FROM ANDREW DAVIS! AND BOTH MEN LAID OUT! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WOW. And the Human Highlight Reel that is Andrew Davis just pulls a move out of nowhere. That's why they call him the best, hell that's why he IS the best. True in no shape to capitalize, but at least he cut off the Scarlet Serpent from taking him out, and got him off his damn neck. Referee: 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Viper rolls over hurting, trying to push up as Andrew gingerly makes his way to his feet. Climbing up, Vile Vince Viper holds the back of his head and Davis lets the spinning heel kick fly! Viper takes the shot across the face! Andrew gets up and Vile plows him over with a lariat!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH HE JUST TOOK IT AND ABSORBED IT! Jim: VIPER a tremendous brawler don't you ever forget that! And Davis caught off guard, Vile with his head and throwing him up! Knee inside! And punch to the face! Viper with a right! And a left! Into the ropes and clotheslining Andrew Davis clear over the side and all the way down to the floor!! [Tampa Bay roars as Davis gets up off the floor, holding his back in pain and Vile slides right out behind him, running him over from behind with a monstrous clothesline!! Viper yells out as Andrew collapses to the floor! The fans are booing in his face, but the former deity doesn't care. Sneering out, with flecks of spit getting all over the crowd, Vile Vince Viper laughs and piefaces a fan back into his seat! The audience roars with boos as VVV returns to charge and buries a kick right into Andrew's ribs!!] Sean: OHHH!! And he just put his hands on a Fan! You can't do that! Jim: That's what we need, a lawsuit! Viper taking up Davis and slams his head off the ring apron! And now with the wrist irish whip to send ANDREW RUSHING INTO THE STEEL!! ***WWHHHAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!*** Sean: Flesh meets Steel, Steel wins every time! The World Title on the line as Vile Vince Viper can go for the pin on the floor. Vile Vince Viper with the pickup and HOTSHOT across the railing oh lord you just have to feel pain for these guys and what they put their bodies through. [Davis shoves up, suffering and Viper knees his head right into the guardrail! The crowd pops as Andrew collapses, trying to stay alive and VVV grabs the rail to slam stomps into Andrew's head. Dragging Davis up, he rears back to throw the clothesline and Andrew ducks to backdrop Vile into the crowd!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: VILE INTO THE STANDS!! AND STUMBLING PAST! THE FANS WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM!! Jim: VILE shoving to his feet! Tripping over chairs, DAVIS WITH THE SPRINGBOARD FOREARM INTO VILE VINCE VIPER!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Viper goes flying over a row of chairs as Andrew catches himself! Viper flips over to land skidding across the floor of the Tampa Bay Arena!! VVV rolls over and grabbing a soda from a fan, and as Davis climbs over the chairs Vile throws it in Andrew's face!! The audience roars as Vile backs off and charging snarls to throw the Satan's Strut! Davis kicks a chair up into the air and Viper smashes his fingers into the steel!!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!*** [HUUUUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OHH! And VIPER hurting! Gripping his hand ANDREW INTO THE AIR FOR THE HEADSHOT!! Jim: VIPER THROWS HIM TO THE FLOOR!! Sean: TAKING UP A CHAIR AND ARABIAN _FACEBUSTER_ INTO THE WORLD CHAMP!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Viper clutches his fingers and leans across to make the lateral press! The Referee drops to begin a count!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: NOOO! DAVIS KICKED OUT! VILE COULD NOT GRAB THE LEG!! Jim: Viper in serious trouble here! Andrew Davis so resilient, he went to an hour draw with Sammy Knight! He can take a beating!! Sean: And Viper determined to give him one! VVV cursing up his hand, he smashed his fingers straight into the seat of that chair! And Davis crawling over, hand over arm he's returning to the ring, and it's up to Vile to give chase. [Davis pushes up, making his way for the ring as Viper charges from behind Andrew jumps to let the crescent kick fly, and cracks Vile across the head! VVV stumbles as Davis locks him and rushes to toss Viper clear over the railing and back over to the ringside floor!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DAVIS sending Viper for the ride!! And now climbing over, he is in this he wants to win, taking Vile up and tossing him right back inside the ring!! Andrew Davis now scaling to make the climb up all the way from the floor to the top turnbuckle!! [Vile Vince Viper is laid out as Andrew Davis says a prayer and leaps out through the air, to roll his arm and land the bent elbow straight into Vile's chest! Viper kicks out with both legs as Andrew Davis crashes hard, shaking the mat!! Davis makes the cover and hooks the leg as the fans count along with the Referee!!] Jim: TOP ROPE ELBOWDROP AND THIS MATCH IS OVER!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOO!!! VIPER GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!! [VVV lurches over, seething as Davis pulls him back and wrapping the arm, gets in the Cobra Clutch and rolls over to bridge into a flip, securing in the Davis X Machina!! The fans scream out as Viper is caught in the submission hold! The audience is roaring as the Referee shouts for Vile to tap! VVV is struggling to get free as "Love You To Death" by Type-O-Negative begins to play!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OH NO! THE JESTER CHAD ALLEN!! Sean: Andrew Davis breaking the hold! Jester Chad Allen coming out here, fresh from his match with Shayne Grissom, and now out here perhaps to watch the back of his newest teammate, Vile Vince Viper!! Jim: VIPER saved! Davis seeing JCA and knows more than ever to watch his back!! Sean: And The Jester going right for the World Title Belt! OH HE TAKES IT OFF THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WHAT IS THIS!?! WHAT IS HE DOING! Sean: Andrew Davis sees that and runs to slide straight out! AND PUNCHING INTO JCA!! HE GRABS HIS TITLE!! Jim: THE REFEREE LEANING THROUGH TO YELL AT DAVIS- ANDREW RIPS IT AWAY!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND HITS THE REFEREE WITH THE BIG GOLD BELT!!!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS LAID OUT THE REFEREE!! AND VIPER GETTING UP!! [Andrew slides right into the ring and as VVV rises up Davis charges to smash him upside the face with the World Heavyweight Belt! The fans scream out as Andrew shouts out screaming and raises up the title! The fans are roaring, Davis turns around and Chad wraps a chair across his skull!!!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!!!*** Sean: DAVIS LAID OUT!! AND THE JESTER CHAD ALLEN STANDING OVER EVERY-- Jim: JESTER LOOKING TO KILL ANDREW DAVIS! THE REFEREE IS DOWN!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It" kicks up over the PA System! The fans scream as Sammy Knight emerges from the back!!] [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SAMMY KNIGHT!! WHY IS HE OUT HERE!!! Jim: I HAVE NO IDEA!!!! [Sammy makes his way down the aisle, dressed in black jeans and a white wifebeater, a heavy gold chain around his neck. Storming down the aisle, Knight heads for the ring as the fans are cheering on all sides! The Jester looks up, standing his ground as Sammy rolls in. He stands up and JCA is ready to fight! Knight walks over to the World Title Belt... and then looking to Davis... reaches down to pull him straight up into the air!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: BLOOD DROP! BLOOD DROP! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!! Sean: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!? [The Jester can't believe it as Sammy drags Vile Vince Viper over Andrew Davis! He goes right over to the Referee and dragging him to the center of the ring, drops to leave as the Official counts the three!!!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! NO WAY!! Sean: SAMMY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Knight is walking out, and the fans are full of shock, wonder and speculation! Jester Chad Allen grabs up the title and pulling up the unconscious Vile, slams the World Heavyweight Title in his chest!! The fans are screaming in complete shock as Shane Dreamer doesn't know what to do, and is at a loss as Jester raises up Vile's arm! Andrew Davis is still out as Sammy Knight makes his way around the ramp, heading for the backlot as the audience is out of control!!] Sean: DOES THIS MEAN WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP!! Jim: I HAVE NO IDEA! AND NOBODY IN THIS ARENA DOES! Sean: AND WE HAVE TO GO! WE- WE'RE OUTTA TIME!!! Jim: WHO IS THE CHAMPION! VILE VINCE VIPER!!? IS HE OUR NEW WORLD CHAMP! Sean: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?! [Fade out as the fans are so confused they are asking each other, and everyone in the ring is out except for The Jester Chad Allen, who is propping up Vile Vince Viper in one arm, raising the World Heavyweight Championship in the other! Andrew Davis is lying motionless as JCA celebrates, Anarchy and Entropy on their way down along with Iris Galiver, The Pretty Pretty Princess jumping and cheering as the camera fades out on Vile Vince Viper, title across his chest....] ___________________________________________________________________________ \_________________________________________________________________________/ /__SPW____< >_______________________< >_______________________< >____SPW__\ | | | | | | | Shootfire Pro Wrestling 2010 | | All Rights Reserved. | | | | http://shootfireworld.com | | | | | |___________________________________________________________________________| \__SPW____< >______________________< >________________________< >____SPW__/ /__________________________________OTC____________________________________\