____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [30 Seconds to Mars' "Kings and Queens" begins, slow and serene...] "S P W!!!!" "S P W!!!!" "S P W!!!!" "S P W!!!!" "S P W!!" [Inside the Shootfire wrestling ring, Angst is trying to roll up but Erica Toughill takes her arm and head, stringing her over into the rolling Olympic Hell and locks in her Shrew's Fiddle! Angst is flailing, and starts pushing into her boot!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WHAT'S THAT IN HER HAND?! Sean: ANGST HAS A SPIKE!! AND SHE STABS ERICA RIGHT IN THE LEG!! [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] *****DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!**** Jim: OPENING UP ERICA! THIS IS NUTS!! -------- [High up on the scaffold in the Qatar's Al Udeid Airbase as Iris Galiver goes to end Nina's career by throwing her off the edge, Nina hits an uppercut on Iris causing her to stumble! The fans are all shouting as Iris quickly releases Nina Larue - who scrambles to her feet and in the process SHOVES The Pretty Pretty Princess OFF the scaffold!!!!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] _____________________________________________ / \ / S H O O T F I R E P R O \ / ___________________________________________ / / / \\ \ // // / / / / ___ \\ ___ \ // // __/ / | | /__/____/ /__/ / // // / / \ \ \/ / // // / / \ \________ \ _____/ |/ |/ / / / / \__\ | / / / / / / / \ / / / \ \___________/_____/_/_______/\______/ / \ ___________________________________ | \ \ \ W R E S T L I N G \ \_______________________________________/® © Myriad 2009 ~ All Rights Reserved http://shootfireworld.com "Into the night Desperate and broken The sound of a fight Father has spoken" [Nathan Taylor holds the door shut, keeping security at bay, while Celine and Keenan take turns kicking the crap out of the Vile Vince Viper!! Jeffrey Dylan Marsh douses the old man in a can of lighter fluid. Bringing his arms up, Vile tries desperately to block as much of the liquid as possible, but leaves himself open to more violent kicking. Steve Greedy takes a long drag, before dropping the flaming hundred dollar bill down... onto the King of Snakes!] ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Barely conscious the old man still tosses about with lightning speed as he goes up like a fireball. An agonized scream brings chills to one's blood. Pulling his coat up, Vile covers his head, putting out part of the flame... but he's burning!!!] --- [Cut to the middle of the ring in Qatar, JDM face to face with Marcus Davis!] JDM: But unfortunately for you... I don't want to inspired. I don't want to remember what it was like to have morals. I got rid of that a long time ago I don't want go back to that person. So. I've decided to thank you for reminding me how big a piece of crap I am by going to the one man who was always right. Ladies and Gentlemen! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: STEVE GREEDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Greedy slides inside the ring and Marcus turns around as Greedy slams the clothesline right into his chest!! The audience roars as Davis hits the mat and El Rey Futuro grabs Greedy to smash the forearm uppercut! JDM drops and hits the lowblow right into the Proud Mexican Superstar!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: THIS WHOLE THING WAS A SET UP!! [Referee Bull Anderson paces in the ring as Steve Greedy throws the boots down into Marcus Davis! Shouting out, pulling his suit jacket open he yells to JDM and Payne to hold Davis up! As Keenan winds the Cagelock into El Rey Futuro, they make him watch as Steve Greedy struts across the ring, bouncing off the side and charges to nail the Satan's Strut right into Marcus Davis!!] [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH COME ON!! SATAN'S STRUT TO MARCUS DAVIS!!! AND DAVIS IS DOWN AND CAN'T HARDLY BREATHE!! "We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell Heaven and Hell" "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" Jim: And Samantha now bleeding from her Lip AND Nose! Lane has destroyed her so much for the photoshoots! And now Tiffany signaling it's time to wrap this up!! Samantha long gone by this point, and you gotta believe everyone in her career she's ever screwed over have got to remember this for the ages! Sean: Lane heading to the top rope, climbing up high... I know it's October and we're thinking pumpkins but to Lane and this arena it's Turkey Day and we're serving squash!! AND THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL THROWING HER BLONDE HAIR UP!! SHIMMY ON THE TOP ROPE!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" "TIFFANY!!" [Nikki James shoves Tiffany Lane right off the top rope!! The fans scream out as Lane hits the apron and bounces off to flip and smash right into the floor!! The crowd is booing like crazy as New York's Finest stands on the top rope- the Referee instantly calling for the bell again!!] ***DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!*** Sean: NIKKI JAMES COMING THROUGH THE CROWD AND BLATANTLY ATTACKING TIFFANY LANE! MY GOD SHE JUST SHOVED HER AND LANE MAY NEED A STRETCHER!!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ----- [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: LANE TOSSING JAMES OVER THE TOP ROPE!! [Nikki hits the apron and flips over to the floor! Tiffany slides right outside as the Referee shouts for Lane to stay inside- and Tiffany heads right over to shove away the fans, grabbing up a steel chair as she clasps it shut! The fans are roaring and Lane raises the chair high and brings it down across Nikki's back!] ***WWHHAAAAAAAAM!!!*** [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ***DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!*** Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! NIKKI JAMES!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: LANE JUST GOT HERSELF DISQUALIFIED!! ***WWHHAAAAAAAAM!!!*** ***WWHHAAAAAAAAM!!!*** ***WWHHAAAAAAAAM!!!*** --- "GROWS BACK HAAAAARD!" [Quinn Scott enters the ring, pulling both gloves taut and Angel Martinez runs right at him to throw the clothesline! The fans scream out as Quinn reacts by catching the limb rend and snapping Martinez right over, as Angel's elbow dislocates and tendons snap!! Angel screams out as he flies up from the mat, falling down as he rolls around grabbing his arm and Quinn just stands wide eyed... staring out as Serena gapes in shock!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: QUINN SCOTT JUST BROKE ANGEL'S ARM!!! Jim: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! "Into your eyes Hopeless and taken We stole our new lives Through blood and pain" [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Quinn turning around- BALDWIN WITH THE KICK TO THE STOMACH! WHERE DID HE COME FROM! UP INTO THE AIR AND DOWN WITH THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ---- [Christian leaps in and he and Monet instantly run right at Davis! Eddie leapfrogs over the Referee's shoulders and shoots out the Dropkick to send Davis back into the corner! Marissa slams the clothesline right into Andrew, crashing her full weight into the Champ! Christian and Monet pull Andrew from the buckles and double team snap the suplex as they get up and dare Scott Starring to get in the ring and face them!!] --- [We cut to "Violent" Victor Frost. The corner of his mouth twitches, almost as if he tries to show his grin but his unable to.] VF: I am bigger than this. I am bigger than the Power Structure. I am "Violent" Victor Frost. Praise the Violence! Praise ... me! [Static.] Jack: Is he ... is he serious? Did Victor Frost just abandon the Fusion Title? Jim: I believe he did. Unbelievable! After all the effort it took him to win the Fusion Grand Prix and take home that belt Victor Frost just throws it away just to spite JDM and Steve Greedy! Jack: The Fusion Title is vacant!! "In defense of our dreams In defense of our dreams" Jim: Poet now climbing up the ladder rung by rung as Orchid in no shape to continue. Poet hand over hand, heading for the Championship belt as she's almost at the top! Up and- and- got it! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: POET TRYING TO GET THE BELT DOWN! AND ORCHID UP AND HAS THE LADDER! [Orchid shoves the huge ladder over, causing Poet to fall and crash to the canvas!! The fans cheer out as the ladder bounces off the mat, Orchid dragging it up across Poet and smashing it down across the World Champion! Orchid shoves up, crawling to the corner and gets up the buckles, faces the fans! The audience cheers as Orchid flies backwards into the twisting 450 Degree Splashm The Purple Haze, crashing down the ladder right into Poet!!!] ******CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!****** Heather Owens: Typical! --- [Jean Pierre roars out, in his evening gown dress before jumping over the side to land on the apron, dragon suplexing Allegra right across the ringpost!! The fans scream as di Baggio crashes off the pole and flips to plummet to the floor below!!] Orchid: I'm down but I certainly am not dead, dear Poet.... [Focus in on Poet Wright, gripping the belt she's held for over 200 days.] Poet: _I_ define this title. The most beautiful bad and dangerous woman in the SPW. This title is my right. "We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the Children of a lesser God Between Heaven and Hell Heaven and Hell Heaven and Hell" [Jester gets right into his face now, nose to nose, wiping some of EVD's blood off of his face, and taking a taste of it with an evil grin.] JCA: I have no time or need to want to explain how I am so far above you now, David, but I give you the opportunity that my Children gave you last week, either be destroyed... OR BOW TO YOUR NEW GOD! [And with one last nod, the Children release EVD, and both strike him HARD on the knees with the lead pipes. EVD lets out a scream and falls to the ground. Anarchy and Entropy grab EVD by the back of the neck, and force him to bow in front of "The Hardcore GOD". The crowd is RED HOT booing The Family!] --- Jim: DAVE PIETKA! Sean: What the hell is he doing! [As Anarchy turns around, he sees Evil Voodoo Dave standing there, chair in hand, and poised to strike. Before he can say, or do, anything... *CRAAAACK!* ...Pietka viciously swings the chair down on his head, and he crumples to the ground like a wet sack of bricks!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Entropy hears the crack and the sound of the body fall, and turns around... *CRAAAACK!* ...only to have Pietka swing that chair up against his jaw and send him down to the canvas, too!] Jim: DAVE PIETKA OUT OF CONTROL! IRIS GALIVER ON HIS BACK!! [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PIETKA WITH THE CHAIR UNDER HER NECK! AND GUILLOTINES IRIS INTO THE AIR!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Pietka screams out as the Family are laid out in shambles at his feet!!! The crowd is standing up and cheering as Dave shouts at them, yelling at the top of his lungs!!!] --- [And then Pietka, standing before the two men, remote in hand, bows deeply... ...starts to raise his hands and arms up, looking like he's pulling off some jazz hands, as he gets more closer to an upright position... ...pushes the button on the remote... ...and the Children of Hardcore begin their ascent, hanging from the side of the cage!!!] [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ----- [In the Fall From Grface scaffold match, Dave Pietka is somehow holding up both Spooky Doom AND Marissa Monet across his shoulders for a double Evil Voodoo Driver , his partner Jester Chad Allen laying in the corner of the wooden scaffold, which has taken so much damage it finally breaks apart!! ********CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCKKKKKK!!!!***** [Chad dives for a chain as the wooden boards split up and cave in- and the scaffolding itself breaks in half!! Monet, Doom and Pietka fall straight down into the tables below!! Marissa crashes through the top table, slamming through the second as Spooky Doom goes into the second table and crushes a lower one smashing right through the boards!! Dave Pietka hits a second tier table and lays on it half broken as the fans are screaming like crazy!!!!] [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: PIETKA! MONET!! DOOM!!! ALL WENT THROUGH THE TABLE!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Sean: AND JESTER CHAD ALLEN HANGING UPSIDE DOWN!!!! [Swinging from the chain above, Jester is upside down with one leg wrapped around the metal like some bizarre circe du soleil clown!! The fans are roaring as JCA looks down to see Pietka- and raising up his elbow releases to plummet straight down and crash through Pietka driving him all the way through both levels of table right into the mat!!!!!] ****CCCRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "The age of man is over A darkness comes at dawn These lessons that we learned here Have only just begun" [Johnny Pain raises both arms into the air. With each word his voice raises and becomes more intense. As the final word is released, it's almost in a guttural roar to go along with the end of an epic song.] I AM WRESTLINGGGGGGGGGGGG!! VVV: I said HEY! YOU! ...GET OFF OF MY CLOUD! HEY! [Shayne Grissom's face is but a cold stare.] Grissom: The future is now.... [Shayne cracks a wide grin.] Grissom: And it's sweet as "Sugar". [The Bad Seed crawls hand over fist to make the cover on Angel Martinez!] Jim: PATTERSON ROLLING OVER THROUGH THE GLASS! HE HAS THE PIN ON ANGEL! JOC: Come Charity Carnage, I will ensure that by the time I am done everyone in that ring will know what I am all about. [Spooky Doom bursts out of the curtains in Qatar, receiving a huge shock face pop from the Serice and Airmen crowds! The Deadkid points across the hangar, shouting out and banging his head to the music!!] Jayden Prince: So this is the infamous SPW? Dirt Dog Unique Allah: You ain't my P.O. [DEATHKNELL roars out, spreading his huge and massive arms!!] Beezelbozo: And as I’m laying in that ring, and I’m feeling the pain being inflicted on me, pain that I know in my drunken heart of hearts I deserve……as I’m enduring the punishment that is nowhere near intense enough to grant me absolution for my sins. [Focus in on the shrouded Ian Christoph, bright eyes gleaming out from the shadows of a thick black beard, Ian's hateful grin just staring idly out.] Shane Diamond: Whatever dude. We'd be the shit. Owen Cage: We all of a sudden ...we'd be in charge. We'd actually like, run this place. [Gabriel Van Zahn swings fists and punches at Marcus Davis, who is jumping into back handsprings, GVZ missing with every single strike attempt!!] Luke Kinsey: Daddy's home baby, and it's gonna be all better. There's lots of things to fix, lots of problems to solve, but when you've got a pure heart and truly believe, wondrous things can occur. [In the barbed wire ring, Victor Frost runs and slams Sammy Knight with a roaring Black Mass Effect lariat!] Scott Starring: I'm the truth, I AM _THE FACE_ OF SHOOTFIRE PRO etched within my flesh. And I _will not_ be hidden away. [Colt Montana leaps clear over the top rope, onto Shane Diamond and ducks to swing over sending Shane sailing with the massive Supercanrana!!] "We were the Kings and Queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the Children of a Lesser God Between Heaven and Hell" Joe Petrow: So you better get yourself a wife, a family, or something else that replaces the burning passion in your heart. Because if you don't...one day, you're going to make the same desperate, shameful grab for that main event that used to be yours. [The lights die.] Marissa: Because in the darkness, there really be monsters. Kinsey: Just another day at the office. Beelzebozo: Welcome... home.... -- [Fade back to Iconoclasm, main event in the San Diego Sports Arena as Sammy Knight shouts out as he spreads open his arms, yelling out to the fans! They scream back and Knight hobbles over, grabbing up Andrew's head! He wrenches in the front chancery, forearm in the throat and as Davis can barely stand, Knight ducks low to suplex Andrew Davis straight up for the Blood Drop!! The audience is roaring out as Sammy pulls up to haul Andrew upside down but Davis pulls his legs into a vertical point, balancing them together! Knight lifts him high and Andrew swings straight down to lock the face and as he falls Sammy can't stand and takes the Headshot right on his face!!] Stone: YOUR WINNER! AND NEEEEEWWWWW SPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOORRRRLLLLLDD!!! THE LIGHTWEIGHT LEGEND... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNDREWWWW DDDDDAAAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIISSSSS!!!!!!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ----- Sammy Knight: Now I am free. Free to regain the title for _MY_ self and _MY_ fans. Free to do it _MY_ way. And my new path begins with that old wish. A wish that I'm using one time and one time only. ---- [Sammy slides in with face now streaming red blood and roaring out, grabs James O'Connor by the wrist and launches him across the ring with the mighty irish whip! Sammy runs to the near side and slams off as JOC comes off the cables and Knight leaps with the screaming Shoulder Tackle that flips James through the air!!!] "We are the Kings!" [CROWD ANTICIPATION POP!!!!!!] Knight: Big Apple. Charity Carnage. Knight versus Davis. Championship re-match. [MEGA FACE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "We are the Kings!!" Knight: One simple stipulation. _IF_ I am pinned, or _IF_ I am forced to submit at any scheduled match on Conquest between now and New York, I will lose that challenge. Simple as that. [CROWD SHOCK POP!!!!!!!!!] "We are the Kings!" 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! SAMMY KICKED OUT!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Sammy Knight hits a second Piru Love on Eddie Christian and takes the pin to secure his Championship match!] [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! SAMMY KNIGHT!! Jim: SAMMY GOING TO HELP UP EDDIE!!!! ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHH!!!!**** Jim: ANDREW DAVIS JUST THREW A CHAIR RIGHT INTO KNIGHT!!! "We are the Kings!!!" [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Wrapped in bandages Andrew Davis slides inside and stumbles over himself to grab the chair as Sammy Knight is down!! Davis pulls it up and screaming out slams the chair right down over the back, forcing Sammy to collapse! Andrew raises it high as the Air Base screams and slams the chair down again, Knight motionless on the mat!! EMTs and Road Agents rush into the ring as Davis staggers, falling into the ropes as he can barely even stand!!] Sean: ANDREW DAVIS WAITING TO CRUSH KNIGHT HE KNOWS HE NOW HAS TO FACE HIM IN THE IRONMAN MATCH!! [EARTH SHATTERING HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Fade out on Andrew Davis, raising the World Title Belt, as we fade into: TV (C C) MA-LSV Closed Captioned ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Myriad Capital Management Proudly Presents | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING: CHARITY CARNAGE! | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Live From Times Square, New York NY!! | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| [***BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!***] [***BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!***] [***BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!!***] [***BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!***] [***BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!***] [***BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!***] [Fireworks shoot into the sky and explode in majestic fashion as the Shootfire Faithful let out a scream of insanity! Cameras pan across the packed crowds at the waving fans in the blocked off traffic sections of midday New York. Near stampeding the barricades, the teaming multitudes of hardcore fans have turned Times Square into an arena rivaling that of Madison Square Garden. Police on horseback and Homeland Security are standing guard and securing as much order as possible for the frenzied mass of cheering fans. Fireworks spill off into the air from the metallic entrance set and archway, eliticing huge pops for the expensive light show. The sun is beaming down across the panoramic view as "SPW- Set the World on Fire" flashes across the Discover Card Sign high and proud at the intersection of 45th and Broadway. Streamers soar across the crowd similar to confetti on New Year's Eve. The camera pans past railings of waving fans as SPW beach balls bounce around the background, to the ringside area and Jack Sharp, Jim Monroe and Sean O'Brady, standing in black Shootfire issue thermal leather jackets, with headsets and mics in hand, both going to speak as a cacaphony of multi-colored firework explosions ring out overhead] Jack: WELCOME EVERYONE TO SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING!!! WELCOME TO CHARITY! CAAAAAARRRRRRRRNAGE!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR JOINING US HERE TODAY LIVE ON SPW PAY PER VIEW!!! [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: My name is Jack Sharp and I have the honor of doing your play by play here tonight alongside Sean O'Brady, and color commentator extraordinare, Jim Monroe!! Jim, can you even hear yourself think in this incredible din! Jim: TWO HUNDRED FIFTY THOUSAND Screaming Fans!! YOU COULD NOT PACK MORE PEOPLE INTO THIS CITY!! SOB: Times Square is insane no matter when you play, this capacity crowd just stretching on as far as the eyes can see, traffic stopped and rerouted as the heart of Manhattan is flying the red black and gold of Shootfire Pro Wrestling! Jack: Over ten years in the making as we head towards our latest anniversay with Wrestlebowl, and now wrestling fans this is where it all began and this is where we come back home to finish the fights we started. The main event features the World Title up for grabs in an Ironman Match, Andrew Davis to defend against Sammy Knight in a rematch from Iconoclasm! Jim Monroe your thoughts on that! Jim: Never before have I seen the level of emotion and success, both athletes and both men at the top of their games, will it be enough to finally discover who the better man is after all! Who wants it more, who can survive for one hour and come on top with the title belt in hand! Davis is geared up, the master in the ring and Sammy Knight's own inner turmoil has propelled him with an undefeated streak into charging right at his second title reign! And from start to finish, sure to be electrifying contests here tonight! Sean: Oh I know guys, no kidding as for the first time ever, we present a Bring Your Own Weapon Rumble, nothing like this has ever been accomplished before!! Dave Pietka versus Jester Chad Allen, Monster's Ball, new Titles on the line, Lane and James, Hair versus Hair talk about competition, we are going to see the very best from the Superstar Wrestlers of SPW!! You are watching Shootfire Pay Per View and we thank you for joining our family, let's take it up first to the ring for the start of our wrestling matches, the newly created Women's Hardcore Championship to be awarded to the survivor of this match!! ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | women's hardcore title match | | | | | | | | no rope double hell double barricade | | | | | | | | barricade barbed wire massacre | | | | | | | | IRIS GALIVER vs NINA LARUE | | | | | | | | vs ERICA TOUGHILL vs ANGST | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| v/o: I am the thing that goes bump in the night. I am the beast at the foot of the bed. I am the chill at the base of your spine. And the voices inside of your head. "Living Dead Girl" [With techno metal guitar riffs and heavy drums Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" erupts throughout the arena announcing the imminent arrival of the devil's daughter, Angst. The music continues to pound, Zombie's vocals joining in the fray.] "With one flat foot On the devil's wing" [As the chorus kicks off Angst slithers through the curtain into the aisle. The devil's daughter is dressed in something a little different, in black leather shorts and with a red leather corset, with a chain collar around her neck. Her goat's head tattoo is completely exposed across her stomach and she still wears her signature white sweatbands and pink doc martens, twig cross hanging from a string around her neck as her brown hair is done exactly like Iris Galiver's...] "Die for me Living Dead Girl" [Reaching the ring, Angst smiles, briefly, before piefacing the camera aside with black fingernails. She licks her lips and climbs inside the ring, around the barbed wire and past the barricades. Angst moves towards the corner... Angst crouches down low and just stares ahead with a pale faced, demented look.] Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND WILL CROWN THE FIRST EVER SPW WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMP!! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS, SHE IS AAAAAAAAAAAANGST! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Angst in the ring, and the ropes have been removed or replaced. Shades of Escape from New York as we have barbed wire barricades on two sides of the ring, and on the floor in lieu of ring ropes, barbwire boards. And there is a major surprise as all of them are laden with explosives!! Oh my lord this for the first ever Women's Hardcore Match, as we will find out the most hardcore woman in SPW, talk about starting the show off right this will be great!! [A few sythesized string chords open up Leonard Cohen's "Everybody Knows." The general lighting on the arena turns into a mixture of rich blues and reds. As the SPW-tron displays film noir-style images of violence, through the curtain steps the Queen of Clubs, Erica Toughill.] "Everybody knows the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows" [Toughill is a grumpy young woman in her mid-20s with harsh black Bettie Page-style bangs. Over top of Erica's ring attire (black singlet with white trim and Converse shoes) is a plain worn black hoodie. She walks with purpose down the aisle, an icy sneer on her face. The fans reach over the railing to slap hands with The Queen of Clubs, but she continues heading for the ring, never taking her eyes of the squared circle for a second.] "Everybody knows the boat is leaking Everybody knows the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows" [Toughill climbs up the ring apron and steps inside carefully, not wanting to touch the explosive barbed wire. 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. Times Square 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: FROM ROCHESTER, NEW YORK... STANDING 5 FOOT 7 AND WEIGHING IN AT 163 POUNDS, THIS IS THE QUEEN OF CLUBS... ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOU!!GHILL!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Suddenly, Will Hoge's "Be the One" begins to play as the curtains part and Nina Larue stalks out, clad in a black lace bra and matching hotpants, showing off her sleek, curvy figure. She completes the look with black, kicking pads and matching, Asics, tennis shoes. Her long, black hair falls straight past her shoulders, framing her flawless face as the fans rush the railings!!] [BIG FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Night ends another day begins She feels just like she did the day before She finds her coat she grabs her hat She picks her stockings up from off the bathroom floor With a plastic smile on closes the door and she's gone away She hears all the things that they say But talk is cheap so she gives it away" [The statuesque beauty poses for a moment atop the entrance ramp, before sashaying down the ramp, smiling with deep brown eyes locked on the squared circle. As she makes her way down the aisle, she casually touches the outstretched hands of her fans, confident and enjoying herself as spotlights circle her on her triumphant stride towards the ring in Times Square!] "She don't want to get better No no She just wants to have some fun She'll do anything the boys will let her Oh no She just wants to be the one Yeah yeah yeah yeah!" [The bewitching brunette gracefully enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Grabbing the top rope, Nina Larue steps on the second rope, leaning out over the side to give the fans a generous view, smiling as she works up the crowd! The audience cheers and their Goddess flashes a huge smile as the SPWTron plays Nina tossing Iris galiver off a scaffold edge!!!] "She finds a bar that says it's open So she takes a step inside A man with a tall drink and a Wall Street haircut Says that he can give her a ride With a plastic smile on Closes the door and she's gone away She hears all the things that they say But talk is cheap so she gives it away" [Nina basks in the spotlight in the center of the ring as the gold lights circle around her statuesque ivory frame. Her raven tresses glimmering in the heat, Larue outspreads her arms causing a huge frenzied face pop!! Working the crowds and electrifying the Shootfire Faithful, Nina Larue points out across the fans and guarantees a victory with fire in her eyes] Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FROM BEVERLY HILLS CALIFORNIA, STANDING 5 FOOT 10 AND WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS, THIS IS THE GODDESS, THE ICE PRINCESS... NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAA! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARUE!!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The lights of the arena go to black. The fans are hushed for just a moment, until the dark strains of Type-O-Negative's "Love You To Death" plays over the loudspeakers. Suddenly the stage cracks open and bright white pours out from the opening that is now created. The crowd quickly turns to boos as from the middle of the stage raises the outlines of 2 people. As they reach the top of the stage we suddenly get a... ***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 THEIR OPPONENT, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Iris Galiver in the ring and she wants that title, oh you know she was all about the hardcore title, beating Nina Larue, and Erica Toughill once and for all and putting them all behind her but Erica sliding into the ring and charging the corner!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Nina Larue jumping in over the barbed wire and charging as Erica punching down Angst! And now slugging into Iris Galiver!! Erica Toughill a woman possessed! Nina Larue in and striking down Angst, these four have been ready to kill each other for months!! [Erica tosses Iris over her head and throws her into a flip!! Galiver hits the mat as Nina hooks Angst and hits the Death Drop! The fans cheer out as Larue throws her arms out to the fans, the Ice Princess stalking over as Erica drags up Iris and goes to run her at the barricade! Galiver sinks to her feet going slack and deadweight, as Angst jumps to latch onto Erica Toughill! Holding her leg, she pulls as Erica turns and kicks the stomp into her redhead.] Jack: Angst getting stomped for her troubles but able to save Iris who hits Erica with a jawbreaker! Oh and now Nina on Iris, raking fingers into her face as this capacity crowd cheers, Galiver shouting out but ducks away as Angst KICKS Nina across the face!! Sean: Angst into the air and tornado DDT KICKS OFF ERICA TO SLAM LARUE DOWN!! Jim: That's exactly what you do! Oh and Toughill teetering dangerously close to the edge! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Angst has Nina up, choking her out with taped hands and Iris crawling up, lunging at Erica who CATCHES HER AND SPINEBUSTERS IRIS DOWN!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Erica talks trash as Times Square cheers, and backing up prepares to end Angst once and for all! Charging full speed Toughill runs and she crashes into Angst to carry her with the Ranzalarse, straight into the barbed wire barricade!!] *****BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!***** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH MY GOD! ANGST INTO THE BARBED WIRE AND JUST TOOK AN EXPLOSION SHE IS DOWWWNNN!!! [Angst is laid out on her face as blood runs from her back, and Erica stands up roaring! Arms outspread, Toughill yells to the capacity crowd as Iris stares in horrified anger! Nina Larue runs and kicks Iris upside the head!!] ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!**** [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: IRIS LAID OUT AND NINA CELEBRATING!! OH SWEET SWEET REVENGE! Jim: GALIVER KIDNAPPED HER AND ALMOST THREW HER OFF A SCAFFOLD! NINA LARUE MOTIONING FOR THE HARDCORE TITLE! [Larue turns around and goes face to face with Erica! The fans are cheering as Toughill looks down at Nina, who shakes her head and talks right up at Erica, pointing it out that she wants the belt and that they are friends, but she will throw Erica right off the side! Toughill nods and slams the inside kneelift!] Jack: OH What a hard hit! And takes the head up, headbutt from Toughill! Nina on shakey legs as Erica with the raised double choke, taking her into the air and throttling her and that's her friend! They've been through so much together!! But Erica heading for the side and NINA with the kneelift to break free before Erica can toss her from the edge! Sean: Nicely done as Nina with the arm twist and INSIDE Savate Kick to find its mark! Erica stumbling, knocked for a loop and Larue with the head- rushing to send Erica around who LOCKS HER AND BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX NINA LARUE SENT FLYING TO THE FLOOR AND HITS THE BARBED WIRE BOARD AT RINGSIDE!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ****BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** Jack: NINA SENT BACK FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE AND ROLLING OUT ONTO THE STREET!! KICKING AND HURTING HOW CAN SHE EVEN GO! Jim: Awww the pain, is it worth it!? You couldn't Pay me to wrestle in this match!! [Erica stands as Iris jumps screaming onto her back! The sleeper wrapped in, Galiver goes for the strangle as Toughill swings around, trying to keep Iris from choking her out! The fans are roaring as Erica staggers, trying to keep her leg out but Galiver is hollering bloody murder as Angst rises up, barely able to stand, blood streaming down her back and she runs full speed to spear into Erica but drives Toughill back and Iris both into the barbed wire barricade!!] ****BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: IRIS GALIVER FLATTENED AND EXPLODED!!! THE PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS IS DOWN!! [Iris can't even kick as she lays out, half unconscious as Erica sits up, hurting as she clutches her insides. Angst backs off, and reaching into her boot, pulls out a spike as the fans in the audience boo like mad!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Angst has been on a tear all season long, she wants this and she will brutalize anyone to get in her way- Jim: Except her mentor and heroine in Iris Galiver! She's like Iris's pet! Jack: And over and Angst going for the head, dragging Erica over and now DIGGING INTO HER FOREHEAD WITH THE SPIKE!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH MY! Who can even watch this!?! Erica Toughill screaming out!! And Angst just carving into her forehead, digging through the skin as she cuts Toughill open talk about earning this, Angst now throwing down the spike and wrapping Erica for the Dead Girl DDT!! [Angst locks on as Iris somehow rises and Erica with one burst of strength screams out to send Angst sailing overhead with the Northern Lights Suplex!! Angst lands on Iris's shoulders and falls back to send Galiver flying with the hurricanrana right into Erica's back!! Toughill goes stumbling, right across the ring only to stop before she hits the barbed wire- and the camera shot goes wide as the fans cheer, Nina Larue dives off the top rope to sail into Toughill with the high Crossbody block!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NINA OUTTA NOWHERE WITH THE FLYING PRESS ON TOUGHILL!! Jim: Erica hurting as Nina takes her up for the DDT and Angst!! LARUE blocks and catches her head! Top Facelock and SLAMS BOTH THE DDT AND THE PERFECT SHOT!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Nina Larue came here to New York to win! And Iris Galiver trying to rise, Nina dragging her up and irish whip to send Iris sliding right over the side, swan DIVING INTO THE BARBED WIRE!! ****BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HOW CAN THESE GIRLS SURVIVE THIS INSANITY!!! GALIVER ROLLING AROUND IN SHOCK AND AGONY!! NINA SCREAMING DOWN!! [Larue goes right out to the floor, engrossed in hurting Iris as she drags her up as strands of barbed wire pull from Galiver's arms and back- and Nina rushes to send Iris headfirst into the ringside guardrail! The fans are cheering out as Larue slashes the knife edge chop!] ***SSSMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** Jim: Angst heading over, staggering like the living dead as blood running down her back and over to grab up Erica- Jack: WHO STICKS HER IN THE LEG WITH THE SPIKE!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ERICA TAKING ANGST UP!! AND HOTSHOT ACROSS THE BARRICADE!! ****BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** Jack: IRIS REVERSING A WHIP! AND NINA SENT FLYING OVER THE STEPS!! ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHH!!!!**** Sean: Iris Galiver climbing up onto the apron! Trying to get in over the barbed wire boards at ringside and Erica sees her! [Erica strains out as she almost passes out from blood loss, and then grabs up Angst, who's bleeding out half the side of her face. Toughill sees Galiver and pulls to launch Angst right at her!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Iris full of blood as TOUGHILL WHIPS ANGST RIGHT INTO GALIVER!!! [The fans scream as a surprised Iris takes Angst in the guts and goes off the side, flying right down in the barbed wire boards again!!!] ****BBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** Jack: ERICA SENT ANGST INTO IRIS!! AND GALIVER WIPED OUT!! Jim: Angst can't believe it! She doesn't know where she is, blood running from her face as she staggers up, can she even move on her own volition! Angst turning around Sean: ERICA SPINS AND DISCUS LARIAT! FLIPPED ANGST IN MID-AIR!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THE PEACEMAKER LARIAT! AND ERICA TOUGHILL HAS THE COVER AND HAS ANGST BY THE LEG!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! AND NEEWWWW SPW WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMPION!! ERRRRRICA TOUGHIIIIILLLLL!!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ERICA TOUGHILL IS THE FIRST EVER WOMEN'S HARDCORE CHAMP!! [Nina Larue is standing at ringside, hands on hips as she stares right out! Red blood runs down her arms in lines as she heads around the ring, shaking her head as she promises herself she'll take that belt off of Toughill. Inside the ring, Erica is on hands and knees, head dripping red as she can't believe the wild fight she had just been through. Angst is out, and Iris Galiver crawls across the pavement outside, snarling like a rabid animal!] Sean: And Erica Toughill awarded the diamonds and gold of the Hardcore Title, scratch resistant title, it's almost like it's made to be used as a weapon; talk about a crazy fight, that match may have taken years off of the lives of these great competitors, and EMTs waiting as they want no part of getting inside that dangerous ring! Jim: No kidding, ringside personnel looking on in awe as our our great SPW fans, history was made as Erica Toughill now the Queen of Hardcore here in Shootfire Pro, she is our first Hardcore Champion. Credit to her for her fighting spirit, and finally extinguishing the savage threat that is Iris Galiver. Erica Toughill your winner fans as she leaves the ring and the audience roaring out!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" "ERICA!!!" Jack: And Iris Galiver now crawling into the ring, eyes bulging, how can she even move!? The Pretty Pretty Princess crawling like the wounded dead, like a war scene in there blood oh the blood, just, just everywhere... Iris over to her fallen friend in Angs! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: IRIS BEATING DOWN ON ANGST!?!! WHAT THE HELL!! Jack: IRIS GALIVER ATTACKING THE INJURED ANGST!!! Jim: DID SHE THINK ANGST SPEARED HER ON PURPOSE!?! [Iris screams out psychotic as she rams kneelifts into Angst's head!! Dragging her back she yells out as the ring crew are removing the barbed wire boards at ringside, and Galiver screeches threatening to eat their kids if they touch the board!! The fans roar as Iris drags Angst to the edge and wrapping in the arms, yells with a piercing shriek and jumps backwards off the side to slam the Insolence straight down into the barbed wire boards, driving Angst facefirst into the exploding barbed wire!!!!] ****B B B O O O O O O O O O O O O M M M M MM M M !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: IRIS MAY HAVE BLOWN THE FACE OFF OF ANGST!!! Jim: AND IRIS EVEN KNOCKED BACK HER SKULL RIGHT INTO THE PAVEMENT!!! Jack: ANGST MAY BE DEAD! WHY! WHAT THE HELL! IRIS HAS SNAPPED!!! [Iris rolls around, clutching her head and begins to sing in delirium! Angst is left laying amid the barbed wire strands, completely unconscious as EMTs frantically work to disconnect the boards! Galiver is curled up into a fetal position, singing songs as blood runs from freely from the cuts in her head.... as we fade back to the broadcast booth.] Jim: This savagery may just have cost us the career of Angst! Fuck man, one hell of a competitor... and even if Iris believed her friend attacked her to just snap and try to end her career hell her life, this is just insane! Iris Galiver shouldn't even be allowed to wrestle, not without severe therapy as we all knew it'd just be a matter of time until this mentally unstable woman finally went over the edge!! Jack: True, I don't care if she is the number one women's wrestler in the world, Galiver is a danger to any and everyone on the roster and that -what we just saw was completely unacceptable. Get the medics, get the white coats, get the straightjacket we don't need her on our roster. Sean: Erica Toughill, your new Women's Hardcore Champion, and Charity Carnage just getting started. We will have an immediate health update on Angst and all of our participants in this absolute brutality of a match- right now let's go to Toxic Shock as I'm hearing the Power Structure have arrived. ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [The black limousine in the back opens up as JDM Superstar steps out and the fans are booing!! JDM is all smiles in his three piece white Zegna suit, dancing to and fro as Steve Greedy steps out next in dark black sunglasses, the King of Snakes and Conquest General Manager nodding to himself in his black three piece wool suit. "The Mastadon" Nathan Taylor gets out of the car neck, hulking over everyone in his black cashmere T-shirt and black dress pants. Jean Pierre Celine exits next, rose in hand as he wears an open black shirt, the frenchman looking carelessly to the side as Scott Starring gets out last, the black facemask and red, bloodshot eyes piercing as he wears his black wrestling tights and red "Believe?" T-shirt. Toxic Shock takes a step back as the Power Structure pass him, but JDM smiles and pauses his jig to wrap an arm around the much suffering broadcast journalist, clearly jubilant as ever, the Executive Vice President gleaming a polished white smile.] Toxic Shock: Ladies and Gentlemen we are here and SPW Management has just arrived, in the form of the Power Structure principles on what is to be a historic night. Finally the plan seems to be coming to fruition as JDM now joining me- JDM: FINALLY a half year of planning has paid off! Toxic Shock: What do you mean? JDM: After tonight you will all see who will be the next World Champion. Forget Andrew Davis, forget Sammy Knight, Scott STARRING is going to win the Bring Your Own Weapons Rumble and earn, earn, I say EARN that World Title shot at Wrestlebowl baby can you feel it! Can you smell it, in the air, oh the exhilaration, it all comes together! Toxic: But- JDM: Code of Honor find out firsthand what it means to go up against the hand that feeds you- but why is this smile so huge? Well because all enemies against us, will find out once and for all why we are in charge and fans, it's a good thing. It really is. Oh hoho, life is good Toxie it is GOOD! Toxic: But how can you be so happy! The talent in the Rumble-- JDM: Make no mistake about it you will all find out who will be going against the World Champion next tonight and talk about talent sure, a bunch of great wrestlers sure but they simply cannot compete with what we have planned, and maybe some of them won't even have to. But let me be the first to pop the champagne because after tonight one of our major competitors, the biggest threat to the Power Structure in Vile Vince Viper will be no more! Do you hear me! No more God Powers, no More Legendary Status! And when the "LEGENDARY" 3 to the V falls apart the rest will all follow suit. Oh can you believe it Toxic Shock, ten years in the game and this federation about to explode!! Nothing and no one to stand in our way! Toxic: Wait wait wait hold the phone Vile Vince Viper no longer with God Powers! Last I heard he was burned in that gruesome attack, was he even cleared to compete!? JDM: Toxic? ....I brought a clip. Monkeys in the truck! AIR THAT SHOW!! ==================================================================== [Vile Vince Viper is sitting on the edge of his bed in his nightgown, ready to leave the hospital and make the drive over to Times Square, the aging, veteran wrestler and two time Hall of Famer looking well rested and recovered from his recent burning at the hands of the Power Structure. The sounds of Hospital traffic blaring static in the background, from beeping noises to swift-footed pacing just causes Vile to look outside on the picturesque New York landscape... the sun glares in causing VVV to avert his eyes. At least the view is nice in the room SPW put him up in.... Turning his head back VVV is surprised to see JDM Superstar standing there, in a white three piece suit, looking stylized as ever. JDM is grinning out of an obviously over-moisturized face, arms folded as he stares ahead through thick black sunglasses. In his ornamented hand, a few pieces of rolled up paper.] JDM: VILE. Congrats on the Speedy Recovery. VVV: ...I eat a lot of applesss. JDM: Got it. Now, I had to come by as SPW wants to make sure its Legends are taken care of course, as a personal endeavor of course. Except... well, there's some news that we felt a higher up in management had to break for ya. You see, you're not as young as you used to be. In fact, how old are ya man? VVV: ...I am the original sssin. JDM: Man that's great. And kudos to you, representing that dawn of time years Young I'm sure. Octogenarians everywhere, huzzah! But you see, Steve Greedy and I are all about making sure that the wrestling business is moving onwards and upwards. And our vision for the future doesn't necessarily mean promoting our Legends with anything short of respect. And to be perfectly honest, what happened to you, setting you on fire and causing you a grueling hospital stay well, that's not respect at all, not the proper respect befitting one of the cornerstones of SPW. VVV : ...you're sssalting the foundation... JDM: Yes I'm aware we set you on fire. Irregardless. SPW is about taking on the pro-wrestling world by storm. By telling PVW, UWF and every other wrestling federation out there that we are here and it's our time to shine. By respecting the past that brought us to where we are today. So we simply can't have our legends in danger of being abused any further, because it's practically obvious you just can't handle that sort of thing any more, which -and Vile I really regret this to tell you- we are very sorry but we just can't sanction your health or well-being to appear at Charity Carnage in the BYOW Rumble or really actively anymore. [VVV glares up, yellow eyes flaring as JDM prattles on....] JDM: So no more wrestling, but you can do softball appearances, I dunno, maybe build a house with Habitat for Humanity? Make-A-Wish luncheons with the kids, because obviously you're just too old to survive in the ring anymore- [Within a flash VVV has JDM up against the wall, forearm in his neck!] VVV: Make a wisssh... Make a wisssh... I HAD A WISSSH ONCE... I used it to make sure this ssshit wouldn't happen anymore. That brittle bones wouldn't break, bending over backwards... that shot knees wouldn't jump through hopes. WHAT ABOUT MY WISSSH!? JDM: VILE!! Urk- we're just looking out for you man!! VVV : ...where'sss the ressspect? Where'sss the fear? [Viper pulls a cord from the wall and wraps it around JDM's neck! The Executive VP goes to his knees as he tries to claw it away, but VVV holds it tight, sneering down as flecks of spittle get all over JDM's glasses!] JDM: Wait! I have a deal though! An alternative!! Check -bleck- read this! [JDM frantically raises his papers as VVV grabs them up with one hand, and relaxes on the wire as Marsh is on his knee, grabbing at his throat, as he holds onto the floor for support.] JDM: What we can do, Mr. Viper, however, is to switch you. ...From a Legends Contract- to an Exclusive Wrestling Deal. You can stay active, you can compete in SPW, you can work for us, and you can be a headliner, then you can work the Rumble and be up for title shots and really reach the apex of what you've never done before. [JDM massages his red neck, as VVV takes the paper in his hands.] JDM: But no more God Powers. No more Legends Deal. ...(breathes hard) No, no having the best of both worlds. You decide what it is you want to do, what you want, in the middle of that ring and I'm sure Steve and I can arrange it. VVV: God powersss? ...There is no God. ...God isss dead. The pathetic hasssssbeen didn't even know he'd passssed. ...Sssteve Greedy in the middle of the ring on the first Conquest of the New Year. HELL in a Cell. JDM: You got it. You got it man, and, whatever else that it is that we can do for you, you just sign the deal, and we will allow you to compete in the Rumble. [JDM stands up, pulling his lapels together, and fixing his tie. Vile Vince Viper sits down on the bed, staring at the contract in his hands.] JDM: But you got to sign it, otherwise my hands- are tied. Greedy will not allow you to do both anymore. All you have to do, is bring that contract to us signed, before the Rumble and you're in. [JDM quickly moves to make his way for the door.] JDM: It's for the good of the federation Mr. Viper. Thank you sir. [JDM heads through the door and the camera turns back to VVV. The drug addled fiend runs a claw through his bed head, knocking the hair more up in the air, than patting it down. His part shooting upwards takes on the appearance of horns, as the lights in the hospital dim. Sick yellow pupils finally come back into focus, as a fiendish grin creeps across withered lips...] VVV: ...They have no idea who they're dealing with. ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [We are viewing an empty street, the absence of people cause a bit of mystique and intrigue to set the scene. The mystique is insinuated by the sun beaming down on the pavement which has just been gently soaked by an afternoon shower. The reflection causes a bit of a glare to deter the view of the camera. Instead of hampering the scene, the glare makes for a realistic view of the handheld digital camera the scene is being shot with. Withstanding the barren nature of a street without a single soul wondering around in the middle of the day, the intrigue is built by the skyscrapers nearly piercing through to the heavens at every corner of the street.] [Humble buildings fill in the gaps between the much larger and expensive buildings. Most compose the local flavor of different ethnic cuisines that are prevalent in the area. These restaurants have become quite popular to the typical American citizen over the past century. Upon further inspection on a typical restraint we see a modest sign that is flipped to open, although the inside remains without the hint of a human life form. Brown stools rest against a modest sized counter top. A cash register sits off to the left, all directly in front of a few booth seats. We continue on with our scene until we are taken by surprise by a figure standing in the distance. The figure is wearing a brown double breasted trench coat along with a black Calvin Klein fedora. In stoic fashion our mysterious, fashionably dressed figure stands with their hands in their pockets. The glare keeps us from being able to make out any facial features.] [His hands remain in pockets as the undistinguished figure takes short and methodical steps towards our viewing direction. With every step their facial structure becomes more and more apparent. Finally, we are able to identify the famous mask of one El Rey Futuro. He continues walking closer and closer to the camera, the picture becoming more distorted with every step closer in he takes.] Marcus Davis(Voice Over): A few weeks ago, I woke up wondering what exactly had to be done in order to keep from events from repeating. I never imagined that I would end up laying face down after a brutal beating orchestrated by JDM Superstar and his band of power hungry brutes that will do his bidding without question. The whole situation reminded me of a saying I heard a few years ago... [The picture clears, now showing Futuro's profile as he continues to walk down the empty streets of the nameless, faceless, city. The earlier showers that have dampened the city begin to fall once more. Neither a light or heavy rainfall, Futuro looks up towards the heavens. Droplets of water drip down his mask, his eyes read of a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.] Marcus Davis(Voice Over): Anything worth fighting for will come with sacrifice, the sacrifice lets you know that the fight is worth being waged....It went something like that. The words kept coming to me over and over again after that night. For some reason it felt as if everything was beginning to come together. I know, me laying broken and seemingly defeated doesn't seem to be growth of my career or cause, but in the end it helped me realize an important message... [Futuro lowers his head continuing his path through the rain. Our camera trails him, seeing as he keeps his hands tucked within his pockets making his way to an unknown destination. The continuous rain is the only sound within the ghost town of a city. Futuro makes a left to an adjacent street.] Marcus Davis(Voice Over): This is where my career really begins. This is the point where Johnny Pain and El Rey Futuro will also show the world their talent. If it truly takes that many to just keep me down, it must mean I am on the verge of accomplishing great things. I have been quiet over the past few weeks...I know many may think it from be a lack of interest or not being focused in on my task at hand. On the contrary, I have felt my actions needed to be my words. There are enough people like JDM and Steve Greedy that allow their words to be their mark of greatness or failure...When you are washed up and slowly becoming irrelevant, it makes sense that you would talk even past the point of nobody being interested in what you have to say. [We continue to trail Futuro, as he continues his path down an even longer street. He reaches up to slightly adjust his fedora as a gust of wind sweeps through the area. His head moves from side to side taking in the vast skyscrapers that cover the landscape. The buildings tower above the lonely Futuro as he continues his methodical walk, not deterred by the overbearing buildings or the unsavory weather.] Marcus Davis(Voice Over): Instead of allowing my words bring my claim to fame, my work inside and outside of the ring will be the legacy of Marcus Davis. From this point forward it will take a lot more than a few grunts to keep down myself and those in my company. Some may not give us credit, nor take me seriously... that seems to be how competitors in this sport treat one another. Unfortunately, I plan on proving that this is a valid statement. Starting with Charity Carnage, starting with El Rey Futuro and I prove JDM Superstar and Steve Greedy to be truly irrelevant... [Futuro begins walking towards an old looking apartment complex. The building looks worn, the door is swung wide open as he steps inside. Futuro takes time to look around taking in the dimly lit interior. Scattered around the room is a black couch, a couple reclining chairs, and a flat screen TV that is oddly showing a blank white screen. No noise emulates from the this building, only the light pitter patter of the rain on the ceiling breaks the silence. Futuro begins walking once more, past the vacant front desk. Each step causes the floor boards to creek in rather annoying fashion.] Marcus Davis(Voice Over): Afterward, I will embrace every challenge within SPW, any wrestler that wants to make their way towards the SPW World Championship will have to contend with me on their way to capturing that crown. Instead of finding the easiest way to connive my way to the top much like JDM has done during his entire career or much like Steve Greedy is doing now in his attempt to recapture his past success... [Our view is taken back to the front of Futuro as he enters a room, the only feature of this room that is visible to us is a round table and a hand that is covered by a black leather glove. The hand taps it's fingers along the table as Futuro stares at the owner of the hand as he stands in the doorway] Voice: What do you have you have to show to me? Marcus Davis(Voice Over): I will earn every achievement, I will fight until I am the best, _We_ will become elite, and we will do so with a style and class that has not been displayed in SPW. [Futuro reaches his right hand inside of the left breast pocket of his trench coat, with a flick of the wrist he tosses out a card. The scene freezes as the letters COH flip forward. Futuro can be seen in the background with his hand extended after tossing the card. The hand covered with the black glove remains on the table.] Marcus Davis(Voice Over): Believe... [Fade.] ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | POWER STRUCTURE vs CODE OF HONOR | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| V/O: CONSIDER YOURSELVES ENLIGHTENED! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Soothing Sitar Music plays as the lights in Times Square go pitch black with blue strobes now flashing across the stage. Suddenly they focus in on the entrance of the robed Executives in Steve Greedy and JDM Superstar! The soaring music of RATM's "Wake Up" kicks up over the PA System! The drums crash as Greedy and Marsh leer from behind a wall of Security, turning his heads to look at the fans of the jeering crowds with acrimony and superior disdain!] "COME ON!! UGGH!!! Although ya try to discredit ya still never read it, The needle I'll thread it- Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double I'm mad still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose but it can never come close To the rage, built up inside of me Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy!" [A lone spotlight illuminates their way towards the ring, the General Manager and the Executive Vice President ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans. Preferring his own presence to that of the plebians at his feet, JDM rolls inside the ring. "The Mastadon" Nathan Taylor is already at ringside, in his black versace shirt and black dress pants. Steve Greedy raises the money sign as the cameras flash across the darkened arena, the lone blue spotlight illuminating both athletes. JDM Superstar talks trash as he climbs the buckles, showing off and basking in the glory. JDM grabs the mic from Steve Stone as he stalks to the middle of the ring] [FANS BOOING] JDM: INTRODUCING -SHUT UP! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: I THE PRODIGAL SON OF WRESTLING HAS RETURNED TO ENLIGHTEN YE THE UNDESERVING MASSES YET AGAIN! I WEIGH IN AT 234 POUNDS, I HAIL FROM THE GREAT STATE OF ENLIGHTENMENT, U! S!! A!!! I AM YOUR EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT!! MY NAME IS J! D!! M!!! SSSUPERSTAR!!!!! AND HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER, FROM A NICER HOUSE THAN YOURS, BY WAY OF THE CAYMAN ISLANDS, WEIGHING IN AT 234 POUNDS, HE IS THE FORMER SPW WORLD CHAMPION AHD HALL OF FAMER, HE IS _YOUR_ GENERAL MANAGER!!! SSSSSSSSTEVE! GREEEEEEDY!!!!!! [EARTH SHATTERING HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The soft tender tones of "Requiem For A Dream" begins playing the violins and accompanying harrowing sounds create a somber fixation. The crowd raises to their feet, as the music continues to fill the arena. The Shootfire screen flickers, cutting to the words, Code Of Honor in light blue letters on a white background. The firm voice of Galadriel shoots through the arena.] "In Your Time Of Greatest Need When All Hope Is Lost Beyond Recall" [Smoke begins to billow around the entry way. Shrieks are heard from all corners of Times Square, as everyone is heavily anticipating the appearance of the Code Of Honor. Visions of faces racked with despair, pain, and the uncertainty of survival begin to flash over our screen. One by one each face leaves a heavy impression in even the heart of the most stalwart of viewer.] "Even During The Most Dire Of Times You May Still Have One Last Opportunity For Survival" [The music quickly approaches a crescendo. More visions of those entrenched is desperate situations flash over the screen, seaminglessly integrating with the solemn mood of the music.] "Look Over To Your Loved Ones Let Them Know Help Still Remains" [The lights in the arena suddenly go dark, flashbulbs start to flash around the Al Udeid Air Base. Silence drops, further building up the anticipation of Code Of Honor entering the hangar. The voice of Galadriel breaks the silence.] "The Code Has Yet To Be Broken The Code Will Save Us All" ["Requiem" hits its crescendo as the lead singer of the group RealSide, Dirty M's voice blasts over the arena just as the lights raise.] "The Code Is Lookin At The Enemy Bout To Make Them Remember Their Honor Never Afraid To Stand Up For What?s Right They Ain?t Bout To Back Down From a Fight" [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Marcus Davis, Johnny Pain and El Rey Futuro walk out of the back, ready for war. All are wearing the brand new, "Solve The Code" Code Of Honor shirts, with match light blue sweat pants. The five line up at the beginning of the entry way, they raise their hands in the shape of an H causing an explosion to go off behind them!!!] ****BBBOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Every Night On Conquest Their Lookin For Ya No Reason To Hide, Cause They Gonna Find Ya You Gotta Problem Take It Up Wit Them In Their Ring" [Guitar rifts and the thunderous styling of Jeremy C on the drums blasts through Times Square. The trio slowly walks to the ring, interacting with the crowd. Futuro rubs the head of a soldier wearing a replica of his majestic white mask. Johnny Pain interacts with fans opposite of Futuro, the fans are absorbing the returning Davis along with International Hero, El Rey Futuro.] "The Code Can't Be Broken This Code Can't Be Solved Stay Away From The Code Only The Worthy Can Know The Code" [Futuro and Davis slide into the ring simultaneously, they immediately climb adjacent turnbuckles, soaking up the admiration from the cheering New York crowds. Johnny circles around the ring, slapping hands and thanking the troops for their service. The camera sweeps around the crowd showing most of the crowd screaming and yelling!] Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENTS, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY JOHNNY PAIN- [HUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] PLEASE WELCOME EL REY FUTURO, AND "THE DREAM" MARCUS DAVIS!!! THEY ARE... THE CODE! OF! HONOR!!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!* Jack: And JDM Superstar stepping into the ring with a huge smile on his face, The Mastadon on the apron. JDM shadowboxing as Steve Greedy is resting, both in their golden robes as the Power Structure have been on a ramapage tonight. They do not look worried at all. Jim: No and why should they? You saw how Greedy laid out Marcus Davis in Qatar- how Davis can even walk is beyond me. But get this, Johnny Pain out here with Futuro and Davis as all of Code of Honor is damn sure ready for "The Mastadon" Nathan Taylor. Sean: What a match this will be, an excellent back and forth, old school tag fight from four of the best wrestling minds in the business. A total one eighty from the women's jisatsu fight we just saw to open the show. [The bell rings and JDM nods and winks to Bull Anderson. Strutting across the ring, he walks past an angry Marcus Davis and turning around, goes to shake hands but then smoothes his hair. Times Square boos as JDM Superstar laughs and goes in for the collar and elbow, only to get taken right over by a Marcus Davis side headlock!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HEADLOCK TAKEOVER BY THE DREAM!! JDM fighting to get out! Sean: JDM pulling back and up, to the ropes as Davis comes in and big kick to the stomach! Elbow to the face! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Marcus Davis beating into JDM live in Times Square and these fans love it! With the wrist now, irish whip and JDM Superstar sent for the ride off the side and HIGH BACK BODYDROP!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Oh come on! Treat the Executive Vice President with respect!! Jack: As much respect as JDM shows the boys! And The Dream backing up, JDM to his feet Marcus dodges as JDM missed the lariat! JDM into the corner and face to face with El Rey Futuro- JDM PUNCHES HIM OFF THE APRON!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And turns RIGHT INTO A SPINNING HEEL KICK FROM MARCUS DAVIS!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Futuro to the apron and the top! Marcus up and hauling up JDM for the back suplex- reaches over to tag El Rey in!! Oh no! [Futuro leaps into the air to pull in his legs as Davis falls backwards and Futuro smashes the Way of the Warrior as Marcus delivers the Back Suplex! JDM kicks and convulses as El Rey Futuro rolls over to jump up, rolling his massive arms to the crowd!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Whatta maneuver! And Marcus to the outside as El Rey taking JDM up and over, front facelock secured in and follows through with a spinning neckbreaker! Oh, how much more can the Vice President take. [Steve Greedy is staring out straight ahead, eyes grim as he is not happy with the antics of Code of Honor. Johnny Pain leads a clap on the outside floor as the audience is cheering in New York.] "CODE OF HONOR!! CODE OF HONOR!!!" Sean: JDM Superstar barely even knows where he is as El Rey dragging him up, hitches the suplex into the air and holds him high! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Letting all the blood drain down to his head as these fans here loving it, and Futuro LANDS The crisp suplex! Shaking the ring and you know it's made even harder by the cold out here in New York City!! [Futuro rolls up to a knee- and charging the ropes he comes off for the Senton Bomb but Nathan Taylor grabs his leg!! El Rey falls as the fans boo out and JDM takes advantage to sneak across the ring and tag out to Steve Greedy!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Greedy stepping inside for the first time in active ring competition in years, and heading across to go after Futuro! El Rey getting up, and GREEDY CRASHES INTO HIM FROM BEHIND!! Sean: Steve Greedy with the armwringer takeover into the standing side headlock and hiptoss to send Futuro rolling, wristlock and short arm grills em with the clothesline!! Short arm elbow to the face and snapmare takeover, throws him down and JUMPING KNEE INTO THE FACE! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Greedy tying the arm around his own leg and slams himself backwards! To hyperextend the arm!! Sean: Greedy wrapping in the cobra clutch, and right over into a body scissors, the Rich One tangling up El Rey and wisely right to keep him grounded on the mat! And muscling Futuro down, has the fall for the pin and 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: And Futuro kicked out. Steve Greedy taking him up, he has both wrists, ducks in under the arm and BACKBRIDGE! ELEGANT SUPLEX HE HAS HIM!!!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: FUTURO ROLLS OUT!! UP AND BACKWARDS ROLL OUT! KICK UP TO LOCK THE HEAD! AND CYCLONE SPIN TO SEND GREEDY SAILING!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GREEDY UP AND PULLING OUT THE GOLDEN KNUCKLES!! HE SHOUTS AND SWINGS THEM RIGHT AT EL REY!! Sean: FUTURO DUCKED AND CAPTURES THE CFC!!! MILLENIUM SUPLEX!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Greedy rolls away as he goes for the tag, Futuro rolling his arm to this capacity crowd!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: JDM Superstar getting in and pointing out, he charges right at El Rey!! [Futuro leaps out sideways to catch JDM's arm and throws him with a spin right out of the air!! Marsh rolls up and falls back into the turnbuckle just as El Rey Futuro flies right into him with the superman forearm!!] Jack: Tag out to Marcus Davis and now Davis suplexing JDM up onto Futuro, who's standing on the second rope!! Marcus tags back out as Futuro reaching over the legs and FLYING OFF THE WITH AVALANCHE PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: JDM BOUNCED OFF THE CANVAS!!!! Sean: FUTURO UP AND STEVE GREEDY CLOCKS HIM WITH THE KNUCKLES!! [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And Referee okaying the tag!? What tag!! Jim: Bull Anderson sees what Greedy wants him to! [The fans are booing as Steve punches and kicks the proud luchadore down, beating into him with kicks to the stomach and punches to the side of his head! Steve curses and stepping off the second, lands the big knee right to the skull. Dragging him over and around, he locks the head under his arm and suplexing El Rey up, hangs him out to dry on the top rope cable. Greedy throws his arms up, and turns to strut away as he distracts the Referee, asking him about his mother and Nathan grabs El Rey's foot to rip him off the side and smash him gutsfirst into the pavement of Times Square!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! Jim: DIOS MIO! EL REY IS DONE!!! Sean: SWAN DIVED INTO THE STREET!!! THANKS TO NATHAN TAYLOR- JOHNNY PAIN!!! [The fans scream as Johnny Pain comes rushing around ringside to charge straight at Nathan Taylor! He flies and clotheslines into the big man, crashing him to the ground! Pain is on Taylor with rights and lefts as Security moves in to drag the musclebound technician off! Johnny is kicking and shouting as the Referee shouts to the ring announcer!!] Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE REFEREE HAS BANNED JOHNNY PAIN TO THE BACK!! [HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: WHAT THE - YOU CAN'T DO THAT! IT'S NOT FAIR!! "BULLLLLLLLLSHIT!!!!!" "BULLLLLLLLLSHIT!!!!!" "BULLLLLLLLLSHIT!!!!!" Jim: What did he expect! You don't lay your hands on the other team for no reason! Sean: No reason! Pain being forced to the back by a Wall of Security and Marcus Davis complaining, El Rey Futuro just barely able to get back in the ring and Steve Greedy already on him with a diving fistdrop. Futuro trying to cover up, and Greedy with the front facelock, oh pulling up the knees and beating into El Rey, now pops the hips to snap the suplex and we have a cover. 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: EL REY KICKS OUT!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: El Rey trying to get up, as Steve puts his boot laces against his face, and STOMPS IT DOWN!! [Greedy laughs and El Rey bombards him with a rising series of forearm uppercuts!! The fans are roaring out as Futuro kicks Steve hard and sends him right into the ropes! Greedy spins around as El Rey flies into the air and takes him sailing with the hurricanrana!! Greedy gets up as Futuro charges, to twist backwards and throw out the reverse scissors to kip up and locks the head to shoot out the feet and slam the bulldog!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Steve Greedy up and shouting as El Rey sends him right into the corner with the hard irish whip! Greedy dazed and collapsing back, here comes El Rey flying AVALANCHE!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Sitting Greedy up top and climbing up with him! El Rey Futuro pointing out across Times Square and SUPER HURRICANRANA off the top rope to send the man flying!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: EL REY UP AND TAGS OUT TO MARCUS DAVIS!! Jim: Ring Rust! The Ring Rust is showing and Code of Honor taking full on advantage!! Sean: Marcus Davis in the ring and Steve Greedy up and begging off! The General Manager wants no part of The Dream! [The fans are roaring out as Marcus looks to the crowd- and Greedy lunges up to send the fingers right at his throat! Davis grabs the wrist and irish whips Steve at the ropes! But Nathan Taylor grabs his legs and drags the GM to the outside!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Oh come on! And Steve Greedy saying to hell with this fight, as Marcus Davis complaining at him to get back in- JDM FROM BEHIND!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And Referee Bull Anderson allowing this! JDM apparently a legal man? Jack: He is NOT the legal man! This is getting ridiculous!! And he takes Davis over and jumping facebreaker, right off the knee! JDM up and Steve Greedy rolling right back in, oh NOW he wants to wrestle. This is pathetic- Greedy and Marsh with the double team arms over the head and snaps Davis up, to hit the snap suplex! [Marcus rolls over as El Rey jumps into the ring! The Referee gets in his face to keep Futuro out as El Rey points at Greedy in frustration, as JDM and Steve put the boots to Marcus Davis. Steve comes off the ropes to land the kneedrop across the face as JDM takes the legs and winds Davis over, to sit down with the boston crab!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JDM Superstar, Boston Crab in effect, and Steve Greedy in Marcus's ear, mocking him, telling him to quit, telling him to give up and now yeah that's way beyond the five count that Greedy should legally be allowed for in this ring. He should get out! Jim: You know I completely agree that Steve Greedy is a liar and a cheat but that's exactly what Marcus Davis and El Rey Futuro should have known coming in. I mean if anyone expected a fair fight well then they're a bunch of idiots. [Davis fights, struggling to get to the ropes and he finally gets them, just as he does Bull Anderson kicks the hands right off the side!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Oh COME ON!! All sense of a fair and balanced-- Sean: Marcus Davis hurting as Steve Greedy yelling out! El Rey Futuro beside himself and Davis in intense pain, hurting like crazy as he has to tap- he has to-- [Davis reaches out an arm, as JDM pulls on the legs and Steve shouts at Marsh to stop! JDM drags Marcus up to his knees, as Greedy latches onto his head and taking Davis into the air, turns around and spikes the Bankrupt DDT!!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Marcus Davis down and out! Not like this!! And Steve Greedy now with the ONE FOOT COVER ON MARCUS DAVIS!! THE GENERAL MANAGER GOING TO WIN- 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ["VVV's Theme Music v3.6" kicks up over the PA System!! From out of the back Vile Vince Viper walks, without the God Entrance, without the midgets dressed as angels, and fully on his own power since the burning... oh the burning. The Devil You Know is wearing his black snakeskin suit with red shirt underneath, and black pinstripe tie as his hair is dyed black and combed backwards. A flowing black trenchcoat clinges tightly against his ample frame. The fans are all cheering as Vile Vince Viper makes his way down the ramp, mic in hand, and a rolled up paper in the next.] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] VVV: Viperteersss---------Let's pretend like this is an Andrew Davisss sssegment. [CROWD SILENCE.] Jack: Vile Vince Viper interrupted the Referee's count! VVV: Ladiesss and Gentlemen as YOUR SSSUPREME BEING, I regret to inform you that thisss match CANNOT CONTINUE... after all, even in this Godlessssss land there are consssequencesss for every action. ...And for blatantly violating our rulesss... BULL ANDERSSSSSSSSSON - YOU'RE FIRED!!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Bull shouts in surprise as he grabs his bald head, and Viper enters the ring as Steve Greedy sits up and yells in furious anger! JDM is cursing as Bull Anderson looks shocked and Vile Vince Viper lunges at him as the Referee drops and rolls away, hurrying up the aisle in fear!! The fans laugh as Vile is smiling, and turns to raise his mic at JDM Superstar.] VVV: ....SSSSSSSSSSTEVE GREEDY! It ssseemsss you have me over a barrell, but everyone here in Times Square knowsss that's exactly how you like it. Eh JDM? [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] VVV: But gay innuendos assside, we talk about ressspect. Resspect for a Legend, Ressspect for each other. Because when you talk about ressspect, we all need to thank Sssteve Greedy for putting together Charity Carnage, you know, our ressspected, and beloved General Manager! You know, right New York? BECAUSE GREEDY LIKES IT IN THE ASSSSSSSSS?!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] VVV: I mean each and every one of you out there LIVE IN TIMESSS SSSQUARE , should be thanking him ...even though GREEDY LIKES IT IN THE ASSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Hey wait now- VVV: Shut up! Shut up! That's not true! Ssshow sssome ressspect! In fact, it is disssessspectful to even INSSSINUATE that GREEDY LIKES IT IN THE ASSSSSSSSSSSSS!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [JDM is shouting at the fans to stop as Steve just stands there scowling, red in the face, and VVV shakes his head.] VVV: SSSO IF YOU HAVE ANY PROOF... THAT GREEDY! LIKES IT!! IN THE AAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! ...SSSTOP SSSPREADING YOUR VICIOUSSS VICIOUSSS PROBABLY TRUE LIESSSSSSSSSS AND MAIL HIS SSSEX TAPE TO THE SSSHOOTFIRE SSSHOP!! JUST IN TIME FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!! It's not true I sssay! But no... no. Noooooooooo. No. In fact what we're really here today to talk about isss... [FANS WAITING....] [VVV smiles. as JDM threatens him! Viper can't help himself as he raises his mic to the crowd-] "GREEDY LIKES IT IN THE ASS!!!!" *CLAP CLAP CLAP* "GREEDY LIKES IT IN THE ASS!!!!" *CLAP CLAP CLAP* VVV: ....And lo, and they cried out to God... but it was too late. No, Ssteven, Jeffrey, you sssee? That's real power. That's what money can't buy. That's what real power is about when you can relate to the fans and do their bidding. Becaussse all thessse yearsss in this great sport have taught me that you only make a few real friends in this businessss, and believe me, you hold tight onto thossse. Our fans however, they are our real bosses. They decide Shootfire lives for ten plusss years, not you! So if you're saying that Vile Viper can't wrestle for the fans and has to Legend off to parts unknown then that's something 3 to the V just can't live with. SSSO with an even greater underssstanding than you'll ever know, I hereby resscind my Legend Status and will sign a Ssshootfire contract if it means I can keep wrestling right here in Sssssssshootfire Pro! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: JDM Can't believe it! Steve Greedy smiling, overjoyed! Does this mean no more God Powers! No More Legend Status!! Vile Vince Viper coming down to earth to walk with the rest of us lowly human beings! Sean: I can't believe it!! [Vile Vince Viper holds up the contract, JDM smiling. VVV holds up a hand-- -. VVV: But firssst------ remind me... what did God do to the sssodomitesss? [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [VVV punches JDM in the face with the contract!! Strawberry shortcake! Maybe later. Marsh hits the canvas and rolls away as Viper reaches into his trench coat, pulling out a NAIL GUN! The fans cheer and Steve Greedy swears as Viper swings the nail gun at the Rich One's head, but Greedy ducks under a nail shot and kicks Viper in the stomach! He latches onto the head for the Bankrupt DDT but Marcus Davis pulls him off!] Jack: Forgot Davis was still in the ring!! Jim: VILE VINCE VIPER HAS A NAILGUN! [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Do you think that's his Bring Your Own Weapon? Jim: We should be so lucky! Nathan Taylor getting in the ring! Vile Vince Viper with the nail gun and Taylor climbing in, VIPER SHOOTING NAILS INTO THE MASTADON'S BACK!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Taylor wants no part of Viper!! Jim: Marcus Davis with a back roundhouse wheel kick across the face! Steve Greedy knocked around as Davis takes him up into the air... SUDDEN STOP RIGHT DOWN ON HIS HEAD!! Jack: OH GOD! AND MARCUS OVER TO TAG OUT TO EL REY FUTURO!!! Sean: WHO IS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: EL REY POINTING OUT TO THE FANS AND JUMPS CLEAR OFF INTO THE AIR!! [Futuro flies through the air to land his back right down into Steve Greedy!!] ***WWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAMMM!!!!!*** Jack: SUEJECION DEL FUTURO SPLAAAAAASHHH!!! Jim: OH DIOS MIO!!! Sean: AND VILE VINCE VIPER COUNTING THE COVER! Jack: HE'S STILL GOD!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! EL REY FUTURO AND THE DREAM MARCUS DAVIS!! THE CODE OF HONOR!!!! [Nathan holds JDM up as the Executive Vice President can't believe it, as Vile Vince Viper looks at the contract, then tosses it up in the air. The sheets slowly drift back down to earth... when midair, Vile shoots a NAIL through them... it catches Greedy in the forehead! The marks shudder as Vile effectively nails the contract to Greedy's face. That's GOT to hurt. The fans are screaming as VVV takes out a golden pen and signs his name to the Shootfire contract... then STABS the pen into Greedy's cheek.] VVV : ...You jussst made a deal with THE DEVIL. [Chuckling fiendishly, Vile then rises up to lift the arms of Marcus Davis and El Rey Futuro to the crowd!] [HUUUUUUUUUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: CODE OF HONOR BEATS THE POWER STRUCTURE!!! Jack: VILE VINCE VIPER NOW PART OF THE ACTIVE ROSTER!!! HE IS NO LONGER A LEGEND! HE IS NO LONGER OUR GOD!!! Jim: Yeah but he got one sweet shot in on Greedy before he did! And Code of Honor has the biggest win of their careers thanks to Vile Vince Viper evening the odds!! [JDM is backing up the aisle, a look of horror across his face as Nathan Taylor curses, holding JDM back from getting into the ring. Vile Vince Viper stands over Steve Greedy, raising the horned hand into the air as his fans do the same!! Marcus Davis and El Rey Futuro are up on the turnbuckles, pointing to the capacity crowd as they cheer out across Times Square!] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [The camera shows "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins walking in front of a few locker room doors. Samantha is carrying a dog... a bald dog to be exact... under her right arm. Samantha wears a cream business skirtsuit with a light pink lace camisole underneath it. Samantha's long blonde hair flows over her shoulders. Samantha opens a locker room door and enters. We see Nikki James looking down as she ties the laces on her boots.] SSB: Nikki James, you're in some deep trouble. [Samantha slightly raises her voice.] SSB: What did you do to poor Muffin while I was away? [Nikki looks up at her and just bursts out laughing.] Nikki: I... [She continues to laugh before catching her breath.] Nikki: I did her a favor. Come on now, you can't tell me she doesn't look better this way. [Samantha sighs. She looks at the collar around Muffin's next that reads "Tiffany." She adjusts it then looks to Nikki.] SSB: Well, she looks like a rat. An ugly one at that. So being as she does look just like Tiffany Lane, I guess we'll have to change her name. [Samantha grins.] SSB: I can't believe you used my poor dog as an experiment. I guess you proved your point, though. Nikki: Sorry but it had to be done. [Pause.] Nikki: Sooo... how was your trip? I hope you didn't forget about me while you were in Fiji. SSB: I could never forget about you, Nikki. [With that Samantha sits "Tiffany" on the floor. The poor bald dog runs away from the camera to save itself any more embarrassment. Samantha smooths out her business suit and places her hands on her hips.] SSB: Well, let's say it was... fulfilling. After all, Mr. Black knows how to treat a woman and show them a good time. He told me all sorts of juicy tidbits about our dear friend Kieran Rae. I'm just deciding how I can use them against her and whether I should do it tonight... what do you think? Nikki: Let's wait until after the New Year. No need to embarrass two bitches in one night. Anyhow, well while you were dining with AJ Black in the South Pacific, I took a trip of my own to Qatar and handled business as well. [She pulls out a lock of hair.] Nikki: Not only did I make sure Heather Owens is aware that she could _NEVER_ be on the same level as Young & Beautiful, I think Tiffany Lane finally understands that I'm not playing games when it comes to her. SSB: Well...word has it Tiffany Lane is shaking in her slut boots. Especially after that glorious Big Apple Bomber you hit her with at Road to Carnage. Good job. Kudos to you to take charge while I am out of town. I know I never have to worry about you. Nikki: If _ANYONE_ needs to be worrying, it's Tiffany Lane because hell or high water, she _WILL_ leave New York City looking like Telly Savalas. SSB: Tiffany Lane has always underestimated us, Nikki. She can if she wants, but after tonight, I'm sure her eyes will be wide open because her jaw is going to drop to the floor when she looks at herself in the mirror and realizes she's nothing but a bald bitch. A bald bitch who is no longer the Alpha female. You, my dear Nikki, will take that place because quite frankly... I think you deserve it. Nikki: Well thank you, Sam. And while Tiffany Lane is rubbing Rogaine on her scalp, I'll be relishing in the moment and looking towards my Women's title shot. SSB: And how great that belt will look around your waist once you are _finally_ given the shot and recognition you deserve. The recognition, that is, that you deserve more than any other woman in this place. And I'm going to make absolutely sure that they never, ever screw you over again, Nikki. I will guarantee you that much because Kieran Rae has no clue what is coming her way. Nikki: Oh I love when a plan comes together. SSB: Speaking of plans... we need to talk about ours tonight. Nikki: Very nice. This evening is going to be interesting. SSB: Things are always interesting when the Young & Beautiful are around. [Samantha and Nikki exchange smiles as we fade out.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [It's backstage at Charity Carnage and even here you can hear the roar of the crowd as they get ready to witness the biggest wrestling PPV of the holiday season. You can also feel the electricity as the members of the SPW locker room mingle about in preparation for the day's event. Off in the corner we see Eddie Christian sitting on the ground doing sit and reaches. He's attired in a grey sweat suit, with a black beanie cap on his head. He's in his zone as he his earphones in from his iPod touch. Into the frame steps "The General" Barry Baldwin all decked out in his fatigues and ready to kick some butt.] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Baldwin: Eddie Christian. You are one hard man to find. [Christian removes his earphones and stands to his feet.] Christian: Oh really? This isn't the 60s anymore, I do have a cell phone. Baldwin: Meh.. never cared for the things. But yeah I tried to find you during the fan fest and they said you had already left. I _did_ find Marissa though and it turns out she has decided to thrust herself into the Fusion title match. But as her on again/off again tag partner, you probably already knew that. Christian: No I didn't. Baldwin: Is that right? Well I guess you two aren't as close as one would think. That seems to be the case with you a lot these days; first with Sammy and now with Marissa. Amazing how much things have changed since Iconoclasm. Christian: It doesn't matter. It is what it is; just another hurdle to jump across to become Fusion champ. Baldwin: True. But enough chatter. My real reason for tracking you down is to make sure you and I both know what is _really_ going to happen during the match; namely that I plan to give you a first hand tour of New York City... whether you want to or not. Christian: Big talk coming from you. You think you can keep up with me, or will you be asking for your oxygen tank five minutes into the fight? I'm not playing games here Barry, I want that Fusion title.. [Baldwin puts up a hand and laughs] Baldwin: Whoa now! No need to get all stuffy. This is a big match with ALOT on the line -- and I can see you know that as much as I do. [Baldwin takes a second look at Christian] Baldwin: Or maybe not. I guess we'll have to wait and see now... won't we? Christian: What we will see is the crowning of a new, _BORN_ champion. Not Marissa, not Quinn, and definitely not you. I'm laying it all out on the line in this match up, and I'm willing to kick all three of you across all five boroughs if I have to. [Baldwin smirks and points at Christian] Baldwin: See... that right there. _That_ is the Eddie Christian I remember seeing in the Deathwish Cage. I hope he's the one that shows up in Central Park. [Baldwin slaps his own chest] Baldwin: And this right here.... this is the guy who watched from the outside while every one else took the glory. But no more of that... after tonight, _I'M_ gonna be the guy who is going to head into 2010 as the new Fusion Champion. [Baldwin walks off; leaving Eddie behind to have the last word] Christian: As I was doing. [Eddie puts his headphones back on as we fade out] ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | hair vs hair match | | | | | | | | TIFFANY LANE vs NIKKI JAMES | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| ["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 as they point directly at the two women standing on the metal stage!] [MIX OF POP & HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "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." [Niikki 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. Nikki carries an electric razor in her right hand- ready to cut off the Blonde Bombshell's hair tonight!! Samantha Bevins' blond hair flows down her back as she wears an expensive cream business skirtsuit with a lace pink cami underneath it and cranberry colored Manolo Blahnik shoes. 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, waving to the legions of Y&B believers 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: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST, 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 CHEERS & JEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Samantha Bevins takes the shears from Nikki and steps out of the ring as Nikki James leans back in the corner.] Stone: AND HER OPPONENT, [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Take it back take it back take it back..." [There's a MASSIVE FACE POP as "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado blares over the loudspeakers and the fans rush to the railings to see the Queen of SPW!! The beautiful tanned face of Tiffany Lane flashes onscreen with pink lipstick as she laughs and blows a kiss as her name reads in the shape of pink lips;] B L O N D E B O M B S H E L L T I F F A N Y L A N E "Everybody look at me, me I walk in the door you start, screaming Come on everybody whatchu here for? Move your body around like a nympho Everybody get your necks to crack around All you crazy people come on jump around I want to see you all on your knees, knees You either want to be with me or be me" [Suddenly, the curtains part in a white flash of light! Tiffany Lane slowly steps through them causing the Shootfire Faithful to pop huge in the arena! "The Blonde Bombshell" wears a long feathered and silvery pink satin robe, turning around and slowly opens her robe to show off her perfect toned, muscled and enhanced body! Lane wears a pink, satin and lace, bra top and pink, satin hot pants, trimmed in lace. She completes the look with with pink, platform boots, her long luxurious blonde hair falling straight down her back. She does a quick shimmy and shake before giving a toss of her gorgeous mane!] "Maneater, make you work hard Make you spend hard Make you want all, of her love She's a maneater Make you buy cars Make you cut cards Make you fall, fall in love" She's a Maneater, make you work hard Make you spend hard Make you want all, of her love She's a maneater Make you buy cars Make you cut cards Wish you never ever met her at all! [With an arrogant smirk, she sashays down the aisle, treating it as if it were her own personal runway, brushing pink french manicured fingertips with the outstretched hands of the fans and adding an extra wiggle to her walk. The SPW Tron shows Tiffany crushing Nikki James with a chair against the ringsteps!!] "And when she walks she walks with passion When she talks she talks like she can handle it When she asks for something boy she means it Even if you never, ever seen it Everybody get your necks to crack around All you crazy people come on jump around You doing anything to keep her by your side Because, she said she love you, love you long time!" [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Maneater, make you work hard Make you spend hard Make you want all, of her love She's a maneater Make you buy cars Make you cut cards Make you fall, fall in love! She's a Maneater, make you work hard Make you spend hard Make you want all, of her love She's a maneater Make you buy cars Make you cut cards Wish you never ever met her at all! [She climbs the ringside stairs before making a show of slipping through the top and middle ropes! Lane enters the ring and raises up her fist as the SPWTron shows Tiffany Lane diving from the top turnbuckle with a Swanton Bomb to the floor!! Inside the ring, Lane ducks down low and whips her head up, giving off the Hair Toss O' Doom as her gossamer locks shimmer down in golden rivelets, her New York audience rocking it out with devoted cheers!!] Jim: That may be the last time she ever does that!! Stone: FROM BEVERLY HILLS CALIFORNIA, STANDING 5 FOOT 8 AND WEIGHING IN AT 125 POUNDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL, TIFFAAAAAAAAAANY! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Out here next, Tiffany Lane to take on Nikki James. You know for all her bluster, Sensuous Sam has really done her best to supplant Lane as the head female of SPW. She has come through time and time again and yes it cost Nikki her fanbase but James is here to bring the pain to the Blonde Bombshell and gone as far as to challenge her to this hair versus hair match, this could be the match that makes Nikki's career or finally puts the closure on this feud that Lane would love to send James home hairless! Sean: Yeah well good luck with that, however if anyone can do it it's Lane. Tale of the tape, awesome competitors as Lane is 5'8, 125 pounds, high impact style. James is 5'9, 150 pounds and an all-arounder. But Tiffany has the experience edge, while James has the most deadly weapon in Samantha. Jim: Yeah and she is a manager of the year, no question. Lane waiting as Referee Lara Vandewalle calling for the bell to begin and Jack: TIFFANY RIGHT INTO NIKKI JAMES!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH Lane beating Nikki down! Punching at her head as Times Square goes crazy!! Lane dragging Nikki up and running her across the ring, headFIRST right into the buckles! Oh! And James bouncing back as Lane with the head and side russian legsweep! [Lane twists her over and grabbing two handfuls of hair, shouts as she spins tossing James through the air!! Nikki hits the canvas and shoves up as Tiffany dropkicks her straight back into the buckles! Sensuous Samantha climbs the buckles as Lane hammers James with the forearm shot! SSB tries to get involved and Tiffany hits a jumping enzugiri to strike Bevins right off the apron!!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Nikki charging! LANE WITH THE CLOTHESLINE RIGHT INTO HER TAKES HER DOWN!! [Tiffany slides out of the ring and dragging Nikki around, takes her to send her into the ringpost but James reverses sending Tiffany upside the pole!] ***CLLLAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!*** [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: LANE IS DOWN!! She doesn't know where she is MAN what a huge hit!! Sean: Nikki stumbling over, she's hurting all in pain as Tiffany Lane came to New York to kill her! No way she's losing her hair! James can barely even walk and Samantha, Samantha is on the pavement. Jim: I don't think either expected Lane to take the fight to them as well as she has and James over, dragging Tiffany over towards the railing. Lara is not counting and Lane trying to knee up, NIKKI Slams her hip right into Lane's face! [The fans stand up to boo as Nikki talks trash- and Tiffany grabs her waistband to fall back and smash James's throat down into the barricade! The audience pops as Tiffany takes her right up and goes for the back suplex into the street- but Nikki hangs on with both hands! James grabs the head and jumps clear over the side to hit the Diamond Cutter straight into the guardrail!!!] ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!!!!**** [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OHHH!! Lane is down and hanging onto the railing, she's practically out! Nikki James shoving through the fans, climbing over the side and ducking in to pull Tiffany over her shoulders, taking her up and Samantha back over, directing traffic as she instructs James to put her back into the ring. Jim: James rolling back inside as Lane just deposited- no, Nikki to the apron instead and slingshot PLANCHA in to land right on her! Nikki James with the leg up and has the cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: NO Kickout at two!! And Tiffany Lane will not be defeated just yet. Nikki James taking her over, and head twisted sideways as she puts the neck vice in. Sean: You know I like Nikki James but her moveset is all over the place. She does not have a specialty that helps her to excel in any one direction and she makes one mistake for a woman that knows more about wrestling than most of the men in the locker room, look for Lane to be right back in charge. Jim: Hair versus Hair on the line, and all the bragging rights to go with it. The biggest match of Nikki James career believe me, and Tiffany Lane just wants to kill her once and for all. [Nikki locks in the reverse chinlock as SSB stalks around the side, shouting at her to wear her down and put her away. Seething with rage, Samantha pounds on the mat and yells as James twists on the head, violently turning it sideways. Nikki wraps the arms and taking Tiffany up and hauling her into the air, spikes her over with the Tiger Suplex! Floating right over, she wraps the head and kicks up off the top rope to spike the Tornado DDT! Nikki James moves over, ducking down low to let her brown hair flow- and whiplashes up to stand as her hair falls back in her own Hair Toss o' Doom!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Oh talk about a sign of disrespect if ever, and Nikki James stealing Lane's own signature pose! Taking Tiffany into the corner, irish whip to send Lane rushing cross corner!! Nikki to her knees and Lane smashing off the buckles!! Sean: James charging and flying back elbow connects!! Jim: Tiffany down and hurting, trying to get up as Nikki rolling her arm, and taking Lane up, into the air this could be it! This could be the LIGHTS OUT!! Sean: SITDOWN FACESLAAAMMMM!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MY GOD! AND TIFFANY WILL HAVE TO GET HER HEAD SHAVED! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! LANE KICKED OUT OF HER FINISHING MOVE!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: I Can't believe it!! Lane kicked out and Nikki James is beside herself! Sensuous Sam is shocked! And James to the Referee, demanding that it was three, Lara saying two, no I gotta agree, Lane definitely kicked out at two and New York's Finest just can't believe it. [James is arguing with the Referee and turns to drag Lane up by her hair. Dragging her to the center of the ring, Nikki is scowling and hooking her leg, goes for the Fisherman's Suplex but Lane takes her right over with an Inside Cradle!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHE GOT HER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!!!] Jack: NIKKI Kicks out! To her feet and Lane drop toeholds her over, headlock to wrap but James pulls out, slamming Lane down on her face with the hammerlock! Lane already up to sit out and grabbing the head, rises to snapmare Nikki James right over! Sean: James up and Lane with the armdrag takeover! Nikki to her feet and Lane with a second armdrag!! Nikki hits the mat and Lane KICKS HER UPSIDE THE HEAD!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OHHH!! Now that's a shot! Tiffany Lane still hurting, and hauling Nikki around, locks the head, hauling her over her head for the Michinoku Driver no James sliding down over her back! Sean: Nikki for the death drop on Tiffany Lane! Lane spinning out to take James up and SLAMS THE SPINEBUSTER!! [The fans cheer as Nikki is laid out and Tiffany goes right for the corner! With a look of death at Sensuous Sam, Tiffany goes to climb the top and rises high to raise her hands into the air!! The fans are cheering out as Nikki James throws herself up! Landing on her feet Nikki charges the ropes and leaps to the top clear out to lock onto Tiffany and suplexes her over her head!! They fall as Tiffany locks onto her head and slams the neckbreaker as the audience screams!!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH MY- NIKKI ROLLING OUT AND FALLING OFF THE APRON! IS SHE DONE!! Jack: Nikki James hits the ground and not even moving, as Tiffany Lane up and yelling out! Jim: She about killed Nikki with that maneuver! And Sensuous Samantha over to help Nikki up, but James doesn't even know where she is!! [Tiffany runs the side as SSB runs away and Lane springs right over the top, clearing the ropes to dive with the flying front flip and smashes straight into Nikki James, taking her right off onto the street!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: INCREDIBLE FLYING FRONT FLIP DIVE!! NO ROPES AND TIFFANY ABOUT KILLED NIKKI DEAD!!! "SPW!!!!!" "SPW!!!!!" "SPW!!!!!" "SPW!!!!!" "SPW!!!!!" [James tries to move as Tiffany rolls up off the pavement, and staggering up, leans down to grab both hands into Nikki's hair as she drags her right up. Tiffany slams the headbutt to the forehead and throws James back into the guardrail, then runs her back and smacks her head right off the apron's edge! Lane tosses Nikki back in, but pulls her head out and backing up, charges to smash the kneelift right upside her head!!] ***SSSMMMAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Nikki rolling over as Tiffany Lane going right to the apron and climbing to scale the buckles, up top and JUMPS INTO THE AIR!! FLYING AND ELBOW FROM HEAVEN CONNECTS!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHE GOT HER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOO!! NIKKI KICKED OUT!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I can't believe it! Nikki James survives!? Tiffany Lane taking her right up and kick to the stomach, STONE BITCH STUNNER!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Lane rolling over, and shouting down! Tiffany laying out across Nikki James, this is it!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: SENSUOUS SAM DRAGGING LANE OUT OF THE RING!! [FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: LANE PUNCHES SAMANTHA DOWN!! AND DRAGGING HER UP SHE SENDS SAMANTHA FLYING INTO THE CROWD!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Tiffany Lane on rampage! And now returning to the ring! Nikki James trying to get up and Lane charging, throwing up the Superkick!! Jim: Nikki DUCKED! Holds the leg and wraps the head, bridge and LEG CAPTURE SUPLEX DUMPS LANE RIGHT ON HER HEAD!! OHH!! BOTH WOMEN DOWN! [The fans cheer out as Lane lays hurting, Nikki barely able to move as she cradles her head. Lara can't count them down as there has to be a winner, and all she can do is wait as Lane and James aren't showing any signs of getting up.] [CROWD CHEERING] Sean: Oh, this match is exhausting and our great fans appreciating the effort. Nikki is determined to beat Tiffany Lane, Lane is deadset on delivering a world class beating to James and ending her nipping at her heels once and for all. This is a case of old school versus the new generation, the gregarious waltz of time fighting against itself. I still gotta side with Tiffany Lane in this one, she has the experience edge. Jim: Yeah but Nikki has the heart and fire to win this, that is if she can survive. Lane getting up, to her feet, slow to rise but she is in it and STOMPS NIKKI IN HER MOUTH!! OOH! [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Nikki in serious pain as Tiffany taking her up and looking around, into the air and turning around what can this be- KNEELS DOWN TO SPIKE THE BULLDOG FACEBREAKER!! ICEBREAKER ON NIKKI JAMES!! Jim: OUCH!! Nikki kicking and rolling around, and Lane dropping to grab the cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: JAMES GOT THE SHOULDER UP! And Tiffany- she pulls the leg up and does it again!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: KICKED OUT!! Jim: Lane has about had it, and dragging Nikki over, and signals that this it, she is finally going to put James away. If she can do this she'll not only finally rid herself of New York's Finest, she can watch as James gets her head shaved and enjoy it! Sean: And you know all these people would love to see it!! Nikki barely able to get up, barely knows where she is. [Tiffany raises her leg all the way up into the air, and falls into a split landing the legdrop! The audience pops as Tiffany rolls up and off, heading for the ropes! She runs to jump to the first turnbuckle, and moonsaults back to slam down on Nikki. She jumps up to run and leap to the second turnbuckle, sailing back in a perfect arc to nail once again into Nikki James! The fans cheering as Lane rushes up to spring straight out into the top rope, and shoot off backwards into the third Moonsault!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THAT'S WHY SHE IS THE BEST!! Sean: LANE WITH THE OVER AND! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD POPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NIKKI JAMES KICKED OUT!! [Lane goes right back to the top rope! She climbs up the corner to make it to the top, and ducking down low, stands up tossing her hair back as the golden rivelets rain down her back!!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HAIR TOSS O' DOOM!! AND TIFFANY LANE OFF THE TOP TO DIVE RIGHT INTO THE BOMBSHELL BOMB!!! [Lane dives straight out and Nikki gets up the knees!! Lane throws out her hands to land into the dive roll and rolls straight up in an amazing counter! She turns around as Nikki flies through the air and connects with the Step Up Enzugiri!!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!*** [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: TIFFANY LANE OUT ON HER FEET!! [Nikki winds under Tiffany's arm, to grab the outside waistlock and winds the leg inside to roll over taking Lane right up onto her shoulders!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Jack: Lane escapes! Just like that! Jim: Nikki up and throws the kick but Tiffany caught her foot! Tiffany rising and JAMES WITH THE ENZUGIRI- DUCKED!! Sean: Landed on her face! Lane with both legs and WHEELBARROW SUPLEX! LANE WITH THE BRIDGE!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: NIKKI GETS THE SHOULDER OUT!! [Lane rolls over with the legs still hooked but as she goes for the pickup Nikki rolls forward catching Tiffany's ankles to take her over for the pin!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: LANE KICKS OUT!! And to her feet, Nikki throws the clothesline Lane hits the backbridge!! Nikki missed! Lane up and JAMES throwing the side savate kick Lane catches it!! Nikki with the enzugiri! Jim: Ducked! Nikki lands on the leg and kicks right back heel strikes Lane across the face! OHH!! Jack: James with the head and running up the corner, for the Shiranui LANE THROWS HER OFF!! NIKKI CROTCHED ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE CABLE!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Sean: LANE with the head, and walking away to lock the head, Nikki trying to hang on as LANE LANDS THE FLYING HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Nikki rolls in shock as Lane scales the buckles! She climbs to the very top as Times Square is shouting, and Tiffany dives clear off into the front flip! Samantha screams as Nikki pulls her knees up and Lane crashes right into the legs!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH MY GOD! COUNTER WITH THE KNEES! AND TIFFANY IN HORRID HURT! Jack: JAMES JUMPS AND SHINING WIZARD!!!! ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!**** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: NIKKI JAMES WITH THE COVER!! SHE HAS THE LEG!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ****DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!**** Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! NIKKI! JAAAAAAAAAAMES!!!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And now here comes in Samantha Bevins, rolling inside she has the clippers! Oh she's been wanting to do this for years!! And Nikki James staggering up as she can barely even walk, she can barely even move and heading over to go for Lane she has finally beaten!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: They don't want to see it, they don't want to see Tiffany get her head shaved!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: LANE HIT NIKKI WITH THE KIP UP DROPKICK!!! [The fans scream as Nikki falls down, and Tiffany swipes the buzzing clippers from SSB! Samantha drops to roll away as Tiffany pulls up Nikki's head and shaves right her, cutting off a swath of red hair! The fans scream out in cheering as the Referee shouts at Lane and Tiffany flips her off! Nikki rolls away clutching at her head, hiding the bald spot in frantic fear as Tiffany runs her mouth, cursing and leaves the ring with buzzer in hand, Sensuous Samantha trying to cover Nikki up as the fans are roaring!!!] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Tiffany Lane must have her head shaved! But she will have nothing to do with that! Jim: She just shaved a chunk off of Nikki James! Sean: No longer New York's Finest! Nikki finally beats Tiffany Lane but Lane stalking right out of Times Square, as if daring someone to come near her with those electric clippers!! Wild horses couldn't hold her down at this point!!! "TIFFANY!!!!" "TIFFANY!!!!" "TIFFANY!!!!" "TIFFANY!!!!" [Tiffany Lane stands on the stage, staring back as the clippers are buzzing in her hand. Nikki James is covering her head with the ring apron cover as the fans are cheering!! Sensous Sam yells at them to shut up as Lane stands glaring out, teeth white and gritted shut as she raises the buzzer and tells them no one's taking her hair! Tiffany walks through the curtains as Samantha curses her, trying to get Nikki out from under the ring! The camera goes right back to the braodcast colleagues, who are clearly enjoying what they've just seen.] Jack: THIS IS AWESOME! That's what you get you spoiled brat! Serves you right!! Sean: Ha ha, oh man I'm loving this! Jim: Oh, she's still beautiful to me! Jack: SPW Charity Carnage continues! Everyone is coming out to see this event, even all the way from France, Jean Pierre Celine's parents? I thought he was just spawned unclean. Sean: Now we all know who to slap. ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [The hustle and bustle of pay per view... everyone has a million things to do, and no time to do them in. So with production assistants looking close to suicide, grips pulling their own hair out, and writers on the verge of tears... why is there a tour going on?!? A half dozen women in their thirties generally stand gawking at this circus, blocking one of the exits, and generally getting in the way. There isn't even time to give them dirty looks. Pushing through to the four ground, accompanied by an elderly couple in their sixties is the odds on the new SPW Women's World Champion. The irritating Frenchman waves the camera over...] Jean Pierre Celine: BONJOUR SPW! My whole family 'as come out to zzzis god forsaken country to visit me for zzze 'olidays. The Celines: 'ello. Jean Pierre Celine: Strong family values... just zzze kind of zzzing zzzat Shootfire Pro looks for in zzzeir champions... unlike zzze lesbian bitches I'm up against zzzis evening! [Oh yeah, I went there! ...Look, I'm not saying that Poet Wright is a bulldyke, but the last time she tried to buy a book of carpet samples, the clerk asked if she was 18.] [...HI-YO!] [Done slapping your knees?] [...I'll give you another minute.] [...Now?] [Hurry up people, I have a championship belt to justify winning.] [The gaggle of girls follow second generation of VVV as he walks over to the men's locker room on his tour...] Jean Pierre Celine: I was getting kind of depressed over zzze 'olidays... being forced to wrestle untalented 'acks whose only qualification are 'aving ovaries. A stranger in a strange land, without a friend in zzze world... so imagine my surprise when my parents showed up with all my sisters! I'm 'oping to introduce zzzem to zzze larger guys on zzze roster, family ties 'elping to buy me protection. I 'ave a lot of sisters. Marie 'ere is built like a boy, so even 'enry Spikes could be a future brother of mine. Henri Celine: JEAN PIERRE! Jean Pierre Celine : What? ...Marie doesn't speak English. You know parents are all zzze same. No matter time nor place. Zzzey don't understand zzzat us kids, are going to make some mistakes. So to you other kids all across zzze land, zzzere's no need to argue, parents just don't understand. [Without a strong grip on the English language, Celine's family look confused, but as a huge Jazzy Jeff fan you're rocking out to this mangled spoken word version of the Will Smith classic, which I stole off Parks and Recreations which I would never admit to watching.] Jean Pierre Celine: I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping. It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister, all 'opped in zzze car. We headed downtown to zzze Gallery Mall, my mom started bugging with zzze clothes she chose. I didn't say nothing at first, I just turned up my nose, she said, "What's wrong? Zzzis shirt cost $20." I said, "Mom, zzzis shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!" Zzze next 'alf 'our was zzze same old thing, my mother buying me clothes from 1963... AND zzzis is where I get changed. [Putting his arms around his sisters, Jean Pierre starts to lead them towards the men's locker room... before stopping dead in his tracks. SPIT TAKE! Which is damn impressive when you're not drinking anything. Pushing the sisters in front of him, Celine starts to stare over their padded shoulders into the locker... DEATHKNELL!?! What the fuck! Does God hate him?] [...Yes... but not THAT God.] [Spinning them around, Celine heads towards the women's locker room...] Jean Pierre Celine: I meant zzzis one... I wrestle in zzze women's division, so I get to get changed with zzzem. It's actually quite fun. I should zzzank zzze brain trust at Shootfire for zzzinking zzzat one up. I tell you all zzze boys want my job... [Celine steps into the women's dressing room, before staggering out, cheek a little redder for the attempt. Holding his face in pain, an incensed Celine starts to vent towards the camera. His family is used to it...] Jean Pierre Celine: ...Zzzink I won't 'it a woman?! You'd 'ave to FIND me one first. See, I grew up zzze youngest child in a family with SIX sisters. Appear in a gown for a first blood match? Doesn't faze me... certainly doesn't demean me... you can't make me wear anything ladylike zzzat zzzey didn't do decades ago. Zzzey beat me up constantly... so you see... when I'm LEGALLY ALLOWED to do to Poet Wright, what I can only DREAM about doing to zzzese 'AGS... I don't need a title. I'm already zzze luckiest boy on earth!!! [Celine shoots his sisters a murderous glare, before laughing villainously...] Jean Pierre Celine: Of course... I will win zzzat title as well. Zzzat isn't in doubt. On top of my superior skills... fashion sense... sexual identity... moves... I just 'appen to 'ave an ace up my sleeve. [Reaching into his sleeve, Celine yanks out a piece of paper...] Jean Pierre Celine: MY LETTER TO SANTA... "DEAR SANTA... IF YOU REALLY DO EXIST, LET ME WIN ZZZE SHOOTFIRE WOMAN'S TITLE. YOUR BIGGEST FAN, JPC." So you see... if I don't win zzze belt, zzzan Santa Claus doesn't exist. Henri Celine: ...zoot alor. [Pushing sixty five, Henri has spent the better part of his life killing himself to maintain Celine's childish reality. Not wanting to be a bleak French stereotype, Henri tried to protect his son's childlike innocence. Having never had the discussion about Santa, or the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy, the senior Celine has broken his back when other men his age are on the verge of retirement. Lists to Santa get more expensive as the years move on... the boy stops being interested in tickle me Elmo, and more interested in the newest model of Astin Martin. How many extra jobs did Henri take to keep Santa's promise? ...But fixing a wrestling match? Is such a thing possible?] Jean Pierre Celine: I could win it with my own natural abilities... [Henri breaths a sigh of relief. Thank God.] Jean Pierre Celine: ...But I'd rather rely on zzze spirit of Christmas. [Henri sinks back in despair. Zoot alor. We're screwed.] Cameraman: You know Charity Carnage isn't a Christmas show, right? It'll be long after the Christmas season... I don't think Santa will be appearing at the show. [The senior Celine looks to the heaven's thanking Jesus...] Jean Pierre Celine : I've also written a letter to God. [shit.] [Henri Celine looks suicidal. Turn his child into an atheist? How cliché can you get.] YOU MIGHT WANT TO SAVE YOUR PRAYERS. [...] #DOOM# [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Celine turns around to meet the glowing, hate filled eyes of his former tag team partner. Fucking guest stars. Having already used his sisters as shields, and established that he doesn't really like them anyway, I feel comfortable in that joke being played. Still...we haven't used the sixty five year old mother, have we? Grabbing the old bag, Celine pulls her between him and the massive monster that is DEATHKNELL... that would never work.] Henri: Sweet Jesus my prayers have been answered! [What the hell is his father up to? DEATHKNELL is swinging a mace...] Jean Pierre Celine : Dad, I'm a little busy! Henri: ELVES! [...Celine turns to find his father hugging some of Vile Vince Viper's little people dressed as angels.] Jean Pierre Celine: DAD GET AWAY FROM ZZZOSE! Zzzey aren't elves... and zzze guy zzzey belong too might zzzink I'm stealing 'is bit. [...] [ha.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [Fade to the back as Steve Greedy is leaving the show, storming through the back in his black leather suit, head freshly taped up from the nailgun shot from Vile Vince Viper! JDM Superstar is heading right after, as the guards hold the limo door open and Toxic Shock stands with mic in hand as he gets right out of the way! JDM is swearing out as Nathan Taylor follows them getting into the car as Toxic Shock just watches, hoping to fade away into the background as JDM sees the camera and screams!] JDM: VIPER!! You remember exactly what you did and exactly where you are, you are done! You are nothing! You are finished! You and all of SPW think you can treat us like this!! Treat us like nothing! Like spit on the floor! Like, like citizens of New York!? [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: YOU CAN ALL GO TO HELL! AND YOU WATCHING AT HOME! YOU CAN SUCK MY ASS!! WE ARE IN CONTROL! WE ARE IN CHARGE! GO TO HELL!! FUCK OFF! FUCK YOU!!! [JDM gets into the limo and slams the door shut as the stretch lincoln peels off into the distance! All of a sudden another car rolls into the drive as Toxic Shock is dumbfounded, watching the General Manager go, and the car rolls to a halt. The door opens and wearing a black leather jacket, over a faded red "Cleveland Violence Couple" T-Shirt, stands "Heartless" Jakob Volga!!] [E A R T H S H A T T E R I N G F A C E P O P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Toxic Shock: VOLGA!?! WHAT!! NO WAY! [Heartless Jakob Volga is all smiles as he walks past Toxic Shock, and around his neck a special VIP pass is hanging. He holds it up and nods as he just strolls right past the bewildered broadcast journalist!] Toxic: ....Volga! Volga! Hey Jakob wait up!! What are you doing here? Wait up!! [Fade back to the announce table as the commentators are stunned!] Jack: No way! "Heartless" Jakob Volga, he lost a loser leaves town match! What the heck is he doing here!?! Volga, HJV arriving in Times Square and I can't believe it! "H J V!!!!!!!" "H J V!!!!!!!" "H J V!!!!!!!!!!" Jim: HJV I thought he was out, he was gone, he had nothing to do with SPW- but maybe he's just here at the biggest pay per view at the end of this year? Sean: Then why is he in the back! What could he possibly want here? [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [Serena Black is walking through the the "backstage" area with a big smile on her face, dressed in a beautiful fur coat to protect her body from the cold, but somehow, she still manages to make it look alluring. Her glance goes all over the place, catches glimpses of events as they happen, but something catches her eye to cause her to slow down... and then stop entirely. She backpedals a little, looking to the left, and her eyes widen and her open opens when she see the sight before her.] Serena Black: Oh my God... What are you doing here! [The camera pans over to catch a view of what she's looking at... and it's nothing more than Quinn Scott, rifling through his dufflebag. Quinn only glances upward for a moment before returning to his little search. Serena gets closer, dumbstruck that Quinn is sitting down on a bench and rifling through his bag, as opposed to being anywhere near the Fusion Championship Street Fight.] Serena: Quinn... I thought we had talked about this. Quinn Scott: *not looking up* About what? Serena: About the street fight. About your using this as an opportunity to get back at Victor. [Quinn doesn't respond, he just pulls something out of his bag. It looks like one of his right-handed Shootfighting gloves. He feels the padded areas a little before he sets it down beside him, and then rummages through his bag again.] Serena: Whatever. Put your gloves on, I'll get you over to the site really quick. Maybe they'll still let you- Quinn: *cutting her off* Not going. Serena: Into the-... WHAT? Quinn: I'm not going. [Again, Serena is struck speechless as Quinn pulls a pair of boots out of his bag, sets them on the floor, and starts taking the shoes he has on now off.] Serena: You're not... you're not going? Quinn: No. Serena: But the Fusion Championship- Quinn: *flatly* Means nothing to me. Serena: But I worked so hard- Quinn: *just as flatly* To get me a shot at Victor Frost. Serena: But I TOLD you that wasn't my fault! Quinn: No, _I_ told you it wasn't your fault. [At this point, Quinn starts sliding his boots on. After he laces each one, he gives them a good rapping with his knuckles, nodding approvingly as he does it. Once finished there, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his normal left-handed glove and slips it on.] Serena: So then what? You came all the way to New York just to sit out a match? You wasted your time, MY time, and all of Shootfire's time, just to prove some kind of point that unless you get your hands on Victor, you're just not gonna wrestle? Quinn: *slipping on his right-handed Shootfighting glove* Not exactly. [Quinn rummages through his bag again, and Serena just stands there slightly confused.] Serena: Then what are you gonna do? Quinn: Isn't it obvious? [Quinn's hand comes out of his bag, and it's holding his Black Steel Knuckles. He looks at them intently for a bit, and then at Serena as he slips them over his left hand.] Quinn: ...I'm going to go hurt Victor Frost. [He drops his bag, stands up, and walks away from Serena... leaving her with an odd look on her face and to discern the meaning of his words.] ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | fusion title match new york city streetfight | | | | | | | | MARISSA MONET vs EDDIE CHRISTIAN vs BARRY BALDWIN | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| [Times Square is silent, as "One" plays over the PA system! Barry Baldwin's theme music begins as the fans start to rumble and you you hear the helicopter SFX in the song "One", you see a physical helicopter flying high over Times Square itself!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: -LOOK! LOOK UP THERE!! A BLACKHAWK!!!! [The UH-60 turns in the air as a giant black wire falls out of the chopper, and the fans peer up in the midday sun to see a lone figure sliding right out of the open door! Sliding all the way down the black rope, is the descending form of "The General" Barry Baldwin! The audience cheers out as Barry slides all the way down, arriving in style befitting a PPV!!!] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: BALDWIN landing and removing himself from the harness, a truly spectacular entrance he is a former Marine who defended our country in two separate theaters, Barry Baldwin now making his home in SPW as he looks to become our Fusion Champ! Jim: Well, there have been challenges all night but make no mistake ladies and gentlemen, there WILL be a new Fusion Champion tonight! Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL!! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM BROOKLYN NEW YORK- [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: STANDING 6 FOOT AND WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS, HERE IS THE GENERAL, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRYYYY BAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLDWIIIIINNN!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Cue the trumpet High C note.] "Na Na Na Na" "Hey Hey Hey" "Gooooodbyeeeeeeeeeeeee! Good riddance!" [The lights in the Times Square go completely black.] "Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin.. ***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*** "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 rises up from below, "MOMENT OF SILENCE!!" [Eddie is clad in a white trenchcoat, a white wife beater, and white baggy leather pants with crosses on each leg.] "Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen. No I.D. on the track let the story begin.." ***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*** "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" [The platform reaches the stage as Eddie throws his hands in the air... as another pyrotechnic goes off, meanwhile Eddie rids himself of the white trenchcoat.] "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" [Christian slowly makes his way to the ring as the spotlight remains on him as he walks down the aisle. Christian stands at the bottom of the ramp way as he points out into left wing of the crowd, followed by the right wing before he rolls inside the ring.] "Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin. 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" [Eddie stands to his feet, as he raises his arms again as the lights in Times Square 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... taking off his wifebeater before throwing it into the crowd!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Get back to rap you t-paining too much I'm a multi-millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest here I don't be in the project hallway talking about How I be in the project all day That sound stupid to me If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me Nigga just get violent This is death of autotune... moment of silence" [Christian points out into the crowd before flexing his muscles for them. He gets down before hopping up on the turnbuckle laying across as his music stops.] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM JACKSONVILLE FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 222 POUNDS, HE IS THE BORN CHAMPION, HE IS EDDIE CHRRRRRIIIIISSSSTTTTIIAANNNN!!!!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Times Square is bathed in darkness as the houselights cut out. The fans grow restless in the darkness until blue light washes over the arena, making it all seem as if it is underwater. The SPWtron winks to life showing a seal swimming in the water. Suddenly there is a burst of water as a leaping shark hits the seal, dragging it below the depths. Bloody-looking red lettering splashes across the screen as the shot switches to the shark breaking the water again, its jaws wide open. "The Great Black Shark" is written between its teeth before the jaws snap shut and the entire SPWtron turns red. "Deepest, Bluest" by LL Cool J hits and the fans start to cheer as Marissa Monet makes her entrance.] "Uh, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin" [MASSIVE CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Manmade terror Hungry jaws of death Y'all don't cross my depths I'll pause your breaths I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues Bleeding to death with no arms and short sleeves My world's deep blue Killers gotta eat too Looking for human flesh to rip my teeth through Other fish in the sea but Barracudas ain't equal To a half human predator created by a needle Jet black eyes baby they stare while you sleep When your Titanic sinks I'm the one you gon' meet Hearing terrified screams they surround my team All you see is trails of blood Even God won't intervene Nightmares of darkness My apetite is heartless Even if we related, you eliminated regardless In the deep blue, underwater walls Half man, half shark My jaws don't fall!" [The curtains part and Marissa Monet strides through. She pauses at the top of the ramp, arms folded across her chest. Her biceps bulge with the action, displaying the "God's Child" tattoo on her right shoulder and the striking shark logo on her left biceps. She stares at the fans first on one side and then stares at them on the next. Her lips slowly curl back into a big lusty smile.] [MASSIVE APPLAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin" [She stops at the ring steps, allowing herself a small smile as she climbs to the ring. She steps between the middle ropes with practiced ease and takes the centre of the ring. She throws out her arms and lifts her head to the rafters in the Jesus pose as her eyes rollover white and her mouth falls slack revealing a killer's smile and perfect white teeth.] "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Killers sworn to beast Swallowed them in flames They switched my DNA Trip me into Cool J I can't fight the feeling I'm born to kill prey To survive an attack There's only one way Battle to the death That's how sharks play Weapons left behind We dueling with the mind You blind, crippled, or crazy You're real easy to find Struggling to flow with hemorrhages in your throat Getting the lap dance while I smash through your boat Eat your whole fam Nothing left but a right hand Clinging to a rail Escape, attempts fail You'll never make it home Tear the flesh off your bone Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone I'm talking death out a moment's notice You wasn't focused Me and my crew strike Like some underwater locusts" [Marissa begins to walk in figure eights around the ring, prowling each corner. The fans can feel her frenzy building.] "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin Deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark's fin" "Uh, uh take it deeper Uh, uh take it deeper Uh, uh take it deeper Uh, uh take it deeper" "These waters are waist level The hallway's flooded Lost your scuba gear The killer's cold-blooded His name's LL You don't really want it I ate your ancestors The ocean is haunted I'm closing in cause I'm supposed to win How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin Should of stayed on dry land Stroke while you can Cause now you under pressure in the land of the damned Abandoned pirate ships Eels and sod scum Fish that glow in the dark The Titanic's hub Underwater storms You're blood is so warm You're life vest is off And that turns me on Killer for centuries The Gotti of the deep In the next millennium I'm still gonna creep Sand under my belly, ocean over my head Through the light in the shadows You become the living dead!" [With that the houselights come up and Marissa snaps out of her trance. She begins shadowboxing, ready for action. The fans cheer as she takes centre ring and raises her black-gloved fist in the air.] [DEAFENING ROARS OF APPROVAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK... STANDING SIX FOOT SIX SHE IS... MAAAAAAAAARISSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONET!!!! [RABID CHEERS! THEY STAND AT ATTENTION! THEY SET OFF A LIGHTNING STORM OF FLASHBULBS! THEY CHANT HER NAME!] "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" "SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK!" Jack: MONET and Baldwin in the ring, Eddie facing off with his tag team partner, these three all partners teaming together to defend Shootfire Pro only back as far as Iconoclasm. Now, on opposing sides as they vye to be our new Fusion Champion. ***DINGDINGDING!!!!*** Jim: Glen Kyros our Referee, man what a fight this will be. Sean: Absolutely. And pure honest, competition as all three beloved by the fans, but make no mistake they will fight each other tooth and nail -it's all about the belt. [CROWD POPS!!!] [Marissa Monet charges and puts the kick into Barry Baldwin, before spinning around and sending him right into the turnbuckles! The General staggers back as Eddie Christian comes in charging and sails to smash the Avalanche right into Baldwin's chest!! The fans cheer out as Eddie turns and Monet takes him over with the Ipponzei!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Eddie rolling out! And up to look at Marissa, Monet on her knees what did he expect? Sure they're tag team partners but she will not stop at- Jack: CHRISTIAN kicking her in the stomach!! That didn't take him long! Sean: Monet to her feet, Eddie with the side headlock, Monet elbowing out!! Jack: Arms for the collar and elbow- BALDWIN RUNS THEM BOTH OVER WITH A CLOTHESLINE!! [Eddie and Marissa hit the mat as Barry shouts out, and sliding right outside, drags Eddie to the pavement and runs him over to smash his head into the metal of the ringside steel guardrail! The fans roar out as Barry pounds into Christian and Marissa slides out behind him.] Sean: This becoming a real streetfight as Monet charges and PUTS BALDWIN OVER THE SIDE! RIGHT INTO THE FANS!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NYPD holding back the fans as Monet battling it into Baldwin, fist! Fist! Punch to the head! Barry gone stumbling and grabs an officer's baton! Swinging it out and CRACKS MARISSA UPSIDE THE HEAD! [Monet hits the street as Eddie jumps over and Baldwin swings the baton! Eddie catches it and hits the lunging back elbow to the face! Barry drops the weapon as Eddie hits a second strike with the other elbow and follows through with a leaping wheel kick!] Sean: Baldwin sent reeling and Marissa up and crashes the double axe into Eddie from behind! Monet sending Christian through the crowd and across the street, up towards 7th Avenue! Jim: Yeah and, we thought this might stay in the ring, well if you did you really aren't a fan of SPW. Jack: Christian into the barricades and Monet charging with the lariat! Eddie ducks and backdrops Monet over the side! Sean: She landed on her feet! And sucker punches Christian in the gut! Jack: BALDWIN OFF EDDIE'S BACK! CLOTHESLINE INTO MONET!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Barry lands on the pavement, rolling over as he takes up Monet and slings her into a pile of trashcans!! The fans roar out cheering all around as police and security move to keep them back, Marissa crawling through the garbage bags to get up as Baldwin meets her with a kick! He locks the arms for the double underhook as Eddie hits him with a spinning crescent kick across the face!!] Jack: EDDIE knocking Baldwn over the curb!! Jim: Eddie Christian dragging Barry Baldwin up and running him right upside the theatre doors! Oh what's playing, he- Mary Poppins!? Sean: Well yeah at least you can't say SPW Superstars don't have culture!! Jack: Eddie throwing Baldwin upside the glass at Madame Tussad's- is THAT A WAX FIGURE OF SAMMY KNIGHT!?! [Eddie pauses to stare as Marissa Monet runs him over with a spinning heel across the back! Christian goes stumbling as Monet wraps on the rear naked choke, clutching it in and Baldwin lunges to send them both sprawling into a Taxi!!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: There may not be anything of Times Square left when these three are done with it! Barry Baldwin banging Eddie's head off the hood of a taxi cab and now getting into an argument with a very irate Taxi Driver! [Baldwin is shouting as the man freaks out about damage to his car, and Monet takes advantage to snap Barry over and strike with the snap kick to the back!] Jack: Wild! Monet taking Baldwin up and running him across the street! Jim: And the fans dispersing as Baldwin turns it right into the drop toehold!! MONET INTO THE CEMENT!! [The fans cheer out as Marissa tries to get up, and Baldwin hooks her in the double underhook to wrench her to the air- and slams the backbreaker hard! Times Square cheers but before Barry can go for the cover Eddie Christian runs and slams the basement dropkick right into the side of his face!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NAILED HIM!! Sean: Eddie with the pickup from behind, on Baldwin turns around and LANDS THE BACK SUPLEX INTO THE STREET! Jim: Oh lord, well, Baldwin wanted this match! He wanted a New York City Streetfight in his hometown and that is exactly what the Born Champion is giving him! [Eddie yells out, roaring to the fans as he cups his hands to his mouth and the audience cheers out! Christian takes Baldwin over, and running the steps charges across the street and chucks Barry down the steps towards the subway!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And this match- fight- progressing down towards the New York Subway System! Jim: Can we get cameras to follow them down there! Oh Baldwin took one heck of a nasty fall down the steps, Eddie Christian in over the side to land the flying stomp- Sean: BALDWIN ROLLED!! Eddie missed and shin right into the concrete! [Christian yells as Barry crawls up, and smashing the huge fist into Eddie, knocks him sideways as the fans go to follow them, mob style! Baldwin pulls Eddie back, socking into his face again and then everyone screams! Barry looks up as Marissa Monet comes flying down over the ledge, sailing out to shout as she dives clear down into both Baldwin and Christian, taking them all into the concrete platform!] [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Eddie Christian AND Barry Baldwin just wiped out as Marissa Monet over to cover Christian, she has the leg, Referee Glen Kyros pushing through to make the cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: EDDIE KICKED OUT! Marissa dragging him up and facing the bottom steps, winding around behind for the German Suplex no! Could she be going for the Death From Below!?! Sean: EDDIE Reversing and has the waistlock on Marissa! Jim: MONET Reversing again!! Jack: GERMAN SUPLEX THROWING EDDIE CHRISTIAN DOWN THE REST OF THE STEPS!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Eddie sails to flip through the air, trying his best to land on his feet! Christian somehow manages to land hard and Barry Baldwin shoots down the steps to snap the dropkick slide right into Eddie's knees!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: EDDIE CLEARED OUT!! Barry Baldwin getting up Marissa Monet charging! Running full speed to leap into the air for the SHARKBITE! Jack: BALDWIN THROWS HER OFF!! HE HAD THAT MOVE WELL SCOUTED! Jim: MARISSA LANDS HER BACK INTO THE STONE FLOOR!!! Sean: Barry Baldwin in control, yes he had the Sharkbite scouted and now over to Marissa, pulling her over as he sets her up for the waistlock, gutwrench into the air and high angle BACKBREAKER! Oh Monet suffering as Barry taking her right up and Introduces her face into the Turnstyle! [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Monet down to her knees as Barry Baldwin grabbed by Eddie and sent charging, RIGHT INTO A PLATE GLASS SIGN! Jack: Knocked upside the glass oh he dented it! And yes fans that sign reads CONQUEST! Live from the St. Pete Times Forum in Tampa, Florida, oh that will be the Season Premier! And then we cap it all off with Wrestlebowl at the Astrodome in Houston, Texas!! [Eddie takes Baldwin up and hooking the arm around, goes to snap the savate thrust kick but Barry dodges the leg! He catches the leg and wrapping around the waist, locks his hands and nails an Exploder as the audience roars!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WRIST CLUTCH PACKAGE EXPLODER ON EDDIE CHRISTIAN! Jack: The Old Dog learning New Tricks!! Barry Baldwin to his knees, crawling away as Eddie Christian devastated, Marissa Monet over to take up Baldwin and RUNS HIS FACE RIGHT INTO THE TOKEN WINDOW!! ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHH!!!!***** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: HE BUSTED OPEN THE GLASS WITH HIS OWN SKULL! Jack: AND NOW BLEEDING LIKE A STUCK PIG! Jim: Who sticks a pig? Sean: The General can barely even stand! Marissa Monet with the clawhold wrapped around his face and elevates him with a huge show of strength- STO!! STO! STO ON BARRY BALDWIN THE HAND OF GOD! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: EDDIE CHRISTIAN DOVE TO MAKE THE SAVE!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: MONET DID NOT BEAT BALDWIN! WE ALMOST HAD A NEW FUSION CHAMP! Jack: Eddie Christian on Monet and wrapping the arms, swinging legs around to cinch in the rings submission, oh it's the Agony of Defeat! Can Marissa Monet hang on!?! Sean: Eddie has the submission locked in right away! And Barry Baldwin can't do anything to do to get up! Monet locked in, can she survive!? [Marissa shakes her head no, suffering through pain as Eddie wraps her arms backwards, trying to hang on as he rocks his head for added leverage! Monet struggles to get free as mobs of fans have surrounded them in the Subway, yelling and mugging for the cameras! Marissa Monet refuses to give up, as Barry Baldwin crawls away, Eddie straining to add even more pain!] Jack: Try as she might, Marissa Monet does not have long to survive if she does not get out of this hold! Eddie Christian could become our new Fusion Champion! Jim: Unlike our last two Championship matches, a new Titleholder guaranteed in this fight! The belt was vacated by Victor Frost so Frost could avoid the fate of Poet Wright- and to go after the World Heavyweight Title and enter the BYOW Rumble!! Sean: Frost's loss is definitely a gain! Jim: Kyros asking for the give- BALDWIN IN AND CLOTHESLINE EDDIE DOWN!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Barry taking Monet around and walking her up towards the stairs! Sending Marissa up the steps and shouting at her that he will be the Champ! The genetic phenom fighting back Baldwin and BARRY WITH THE STEP AND BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE CONCRETE STAIRS!! Jim: OHHH! AND BALDWIN LAID HER OUT!! [Barry grabs Marissa, pulling her into a headlock as he makes his way up the stairs. Camera switch to the outside world as the fans cheer at seeing The General arrive at the top! Barry goes for the Suplex but Monet punches his nose and Baldwin counters with an atomic drop! Monet stumbles away as Barry runs charging and screams out to slam the back of her head with the running clothesline!!] [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Baldwin in control as he takes Monet around and trust me, these two respect each other they've relied on each other and this is all about the Championship! Snapmare over onto the pavement, dragging her up and tossing Monet into the street! Jim: Eddie Christian coming up the stairs, ready to kick some ass as Barry working the crowd! Jack: EDDIE Charging and throws the fist- blocked! Beats into Christian and taking him around, sends him RIGHT UPSIDE THE FRONT FACE OF A GENTLEMEN'S CLUB!! [Baldwin punches Eddie across the face and sends him right into the front door of "The Lace!" The fans cheer out as patrons rush out, and Marissa Monet gets up, staggering over as she looks up and does a take to the camera, shaking her head! Strippers rush out of the door next as Barry Baldwin comes flying out!! Eddie Christian charges right out and Marissa leaps over Barry to slam the clothesline right into Eddie's throat!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Monet wraps Eddie around for the katihajime, and pulls him into the air to choke him out! Christian fighting to kick away, Baldwin up and charges to smash them both back right into the wall!! Sean: Barry running them in to the wall! Eddie sandwhiched!! Marissa hit the side and sliding down, the hold is broken! Jack: Barry Baldwin locking Eddie Christian and taking him up into the air!! URANAGE INTO THE BACKBREAKER!!! [The crowd pops as Eddie rolls around on the concrete, and Baldwin yells out as Marissa jumps and catching his head leaps right out to slam the Sharkbite into the concrete!!!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: BALDWIN HIT WITH THE SHARKBITE!! HE IS OUT!! Jim: Marissa Monet crawling up! She has delivered her patented finishing maneuver! Dragging Baldwin around she drops to make the cover this is it! New Fusion Champ! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: EDDIE DIVES AND BREAKS IT UP!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And these three are pure competitors, but they are all friends too! They're putting each other through hell and this is all to crown a new Champion! [Eddie slings a punch into Monet and sends her staggering across the pavement, as the fans cheer to separate, moving aside to let them through! Christian kicks into Marissa and sending her around, rushes to send her sailing and leaps into a picture perfect moonsault! Eddie smashes down across Monet and the fans cheer out!!] Sean: OH and Christian about smashed his own kneecaps into the street that time! But the damage has been done! Jim: Well right now, in this Streetfight as Eddie Christian pulling Monet up, he has the sidewalk slam- literally- lined up and locking in tight, looking to the fans and JUMPING BACKWARDS INTO THE FLIP YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND PUTS MONET DOWN WITH THE ECLIPSE SUPLEX! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Eddie down and hurting! He showed us all what he had and Monet down and practically out! Eddie Christian the Born Champion who- Sean: BALDWIN CAUGHT HIM WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER INTO THE STREET!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND LOCKING THE ARMS!! BALDWIN BEHIND EDDIE UP INTO THE AIR AND SLAMS THE BACKWARDS BRIDGING SUPLEX!! TIGER DRIVER 85!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER!! BARRY! BAAAAAAALLLDWINNN!!!! [Baldwin rolls over onto his knees, Eddie falling over as Barry pushes down, Road Agents and Officials moving in to make sure everyone is okay! Marissa crawls up, holding her skull as she tries to get over, to see Baldwin being awarded the cleaned and polished Fusion Title Belt!] Jack: Barry able to capitalize and taking full advantage! On his knees and he raises the title high above his head! Baldwin yelling out, he won the Title belt and now rising to pull it high as he yells out to his hometown fans! Sean: Barry has defeated Eddie and Marissa and pointing to them as a sign of respect, they just beat each other all over Times Square! Congrats to the New Champ, what a fight! Jim: You gotta be happy for Barry Baldwin, his career has come full circle, what a triumphant win for The General, and right here in Times Square! [Baldwin stands in the middle of the street, Fusion Title held high by its strap as a single tear runs down his face! Yelling out with shouting eyes, Barry slaps hands with the fans and celebrates with his hometown crowd!! "One" plays loud as the audience cheers out!] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [The surrounding lights go completely out. The crowd is roaring as a pink spotlight circles throughout the venue.] Cue: "Papparazzi" by Lady Gaga [A mixed pop breaks out for The Sensuous One as she now stands with the spotlight directly on her, hands on her hips. Samantha, dressed in a cream business skirtsuit with pink cami underneath, grins arrogantly and walks down the aisle. The camera and spotlight follows SSB as she ignores the raging fans of New York City!] Jim: Here comes "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. Sean: Lookin' damn fine as always! [Samantha stops before walking up the stairs and flips her blonde hair over her shoulder, her eyes fixated on the crowd. She climbs the stairs onto the apron and enters the ring under the second rope. Samantha takes things slow, obviously still sore from the roughness she suffered from the James/Lane match earlier in the night. The crowd is still rustling as SSB grabs a microphone and walks to the center of the ring.] SSB: New York City, New York. My place to be. The lights, the electricity, the night I come to each and every one of you in my fine hometown and tell you that I have a huge announcement! [MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] SSB: An announcement that is going to rock the core of the SPW. An announcement ...unlike no other. So where should we begin, ladies and gentleman? You see, I took a trip to Fiji a few weeks ago- and I met a certain someone. [Samantha grins and walks around the ring from one side to the other.] SSB: A Mr. AJ Black. [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] SSB: Now AJ and myself became awful close. As you probably remember, he we discussed quite a few things. Our hobbies. The state of the SPW. That little wench Kieran Rae. And during this time that I spent with Mr. Black, I learned quite a few interesting tidbits on one Ms. Rae. Things that will change the face of SPW... forever. [She pauses.] SSB: AJ Black asked me to come to this ring tonight and make an announcement on behalf of him. He told me to come to this ring and spread the word to you fine ladies and gentleman here in New York City, New York. Do you want to hear it? CROWD: YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! SSB: That's what I thought... ["The Promise" by Krypteria kicks up as the SPWTron flashes the image of SPW CEO Kieran Rae, whose face goes white and blood begins to run from her eyes! Her name appearing in flashing lights, the camera goes to the steel stage as Kieran herself stands, irate as she walks from the back. She wears a navy blue business suit. The crowd cheers for the CEO as she climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone. Kieran immediately walks to Samantha.] Kieran: Cut the damn music. What Sam. What? I have a billion things to do and nobody here cares about any of this. I have had to deal with you all season. This is Shootfire Pay Per View, this is Charity Carnage, and all these great fans out here today are here to see the best in wrestling. So let's get this over with, what is inside that vapid little head of yours now? SSB: Billions of things, huh? Billions of things worth more than say... your reputation? Dear Kieran, you sure have underestimated me, haven't you? You never thought I'd take it upon myself to find out where the notorious AJ Black was. You never thought I'd go all the way to Fiji to meet with him... just to discuss you. Did you? [Samantha shakes her head.] SSB: I didn't think so. So as you can see, that's what's going on in my vapid little head, my insipid little world. Because I'm about to send your world tumbling down... [Samantha steps closer to Kieran, a snide smirk on her face.] SSB: ...bitch. [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: Classy, Sam, as always. I'm sure AJ was really interested in your head, too. I wouldn't believe one word he says. Take it from me, I don't know what's worse, anything that comes out his mouth and or anything that goes into yours. [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: In fact since you called me out here, let's have the truth then shall we? SENSUOUS SAMANTHA BEVINS, the so-called "Alpha Female" of SPW. The woman who would be queen. But then Tiffany Lane mopped the canvas with you without even breaking a nail. And as much as we all enjoyed that, why don't we remind the fans exactly how that went? [The SPWTron shows highlights of Samantha getting her ass kicked!! Samantha looks absolutely irate. Tiffany Lane throws Samantha around the ring every which way. The SPWtron lights up with more images from the match. Samantha begins screaming at Kieran and waving her hands around insanely!!] [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: And now so you realize you can't get the job done, and now you set your sights on me. Except I am the CEO. I am the one in charge of the responsibility, the power, the organization and the fate of this federation riding on my shoulders, each and every day. And you want to be me? You want to run this organization that I chose over my own marriage?? What the hell have you done to earn it? What have you done to be worthwhile? The only thing you've ever put over in your entire life was one thing- "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. And everyone here knows this! So really Sam, quit wasting my time the fans' time and get this over with already, because if AJ told you anything besides "the money's on the dresser" then you're as dumb as your hair is blonde, and just as fake as your nose, your breasts, your personality, and any chance you'll ever have at running this fed. [MEGA FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] SSB: Kieran, Kieran, you act as if you're so high and mighty, don't you? You call me fake... everything on me is fake you say, yet, you have yet to realize your entire life is _garbage_. Before we get into that, I will say one thing. Damn right I am "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins... SSB... the most infamous woman in the wrestling world. Damn right I am! And I _deserve_ to run this company more than you do. All you've down is get on your knees and pleasure every single Black Mass member in the back. And you were so bad at that they tried to have you killed! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] SSB: You're the slut, Kieran. You're the disgrace. You're the nobody. And it kills you. It KILLS you that The Sensuous One is everything you want to be... and everything you will _never_ become. Because you're second rate, you always have been. So do us a favor and go back to your pathetic marriage. Go get barefoot and cook him some grub the kitchen because that's all you will ever truly be... someone no one needs. Kieran: No it's true, I will never get to live out my dream as the most infamous woman in pro wrestling history. Because what I do isn't about manager of the year awards, it's not about fame, or recognition. It's about standing in the wings, making sure everyone is taken care of doing what needs to be done to support this federation that I love and will sacrifice for again. Everyone here who has to put food on their family's table, they're the ones I care about. So an egomaniac like you would explode under all that pressure. But don't get me wrong, just because I am an actual grownup compared to your juvenile freak outs, that doesn't mean I'm still not able to beat your ass with my bare hands all over Times Square! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] SSB: You want to beat my ass, huh, Kieran? You want to throw me around this ring like you never have before, don't you? After all I've done to you. All the strife, all the grief... it's finally built up in you. You could come over here... you know, closer. [Samantha takes a step closer to Kieran.] SSB: You could get in my face. So close it scares me. [She gets closer to Kieran- they're face to face. The crowd is going wild. Samantha somewhat smiles.] SSB: Then you could rip my head off, right? Right? I don't think that'd be a good idea. After all, you could hurt the baby. [Kieran's face goes white as she takes a step back. The fans roar out as the CEO looks at the mat, then right back up as she raises a mic and her mouth goes into a twisted half smile... and she shuts her lips tight.] Kieran: You piece of shit. You leave my family out of this. The choices I make are mine. I am nothing like AJ Black and thank the lord I will never be anything like you. Is this what you were going to say? This how you mock me? There is nothing you won't do is there? I've about had it with you in fact I don't care who you are. You're lucky I don't fire you on the spot. [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Samantha begins to laugh. She places a hand on her right hip.] SSB: Go for it, Kieran. Fire the only female in this joint who can keep these people on the edge of their seats. Fire the best manager ever. Fire me... I dare you to. [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: You can't be serious! SSB might putting her job on the line!! Jim: She may be a Manager of the Year but she's gotter bigger stones than most of our entire roster! Sean: Oh and Kieran Rae is loving this!! [The CEO is smiling indeed.] Kieran: You know this is the best Belated Christmas Present I could ever hope to have. SPW WRESTLING FANS!! WHAT DO YOU THINK? Should we FIRE "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins right here at Charity Carnage!?? [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Kieran: Talk about a holiday season. Any last words Sam? [Samantha stands, now a bit in shock that Kieran is going through with what Sam dared her to.] SSB: Go ahead, Kieran, because when you do, all the bombs will be dropped. Everything AJ told me about you will be on the front press and you'll be ruined. But hey, you won't have to put up with me anymore, will you? Kieran: What are you talking about? SSB: Wouldn't you like to know, Kieran? Wouldn't you like to know what secrets *I* do know about you... what the real dirt is? OR... do you want me to tell these fans, all these fans here in New York City, New York, exactly what AJ told me last week. Because if you fire me, that's what will happen. I'll be gone, but you'll be ruined. Happy? Kieran: If you're about to open your mouth and say what I think it is you're about to say I will bust your head wide open here. You can say and do whatever you want to me but you leave my family out of this. SSB: I'd never do such a thing, Kieran. After all, your family is very important to you and not even I would ruin that. But think long and hard about what it is I possibly know about you. About what AJ Black told me in Fiji. Think about it. Take your time. Before you fire me, that is. Kieran: ...I'm sure something can be arranged. But I guarantee you, the first day you started prying into my business was the first day of the end of yours. [Samantha smiles, dropping her microphone to the canvas. She and Kieran keep their gazes on one another as Samantha exits the ring. The crowd go insane with "FIRE HER! FIRE HER!" chants. Kieran can do nothing but ignore the chants. Jack: What does The Sensuous One know about Kieran Rae? Jim: I do not know. I'm afraid I don't want to! ["The Look" by Roxette plays and out from the back comes "New York's Finest" Nikki James. Her head is wrapped in a scarf, obviously to hide her bald spot. Samantha and Nikki share a quick look before they begin walking to the ring again. Nikki grabs a microphone and hands it to Samantha as they both climb into the ring and approach Kieran Rae.] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: What in the world? "New York's Finest" Nikki James now out here! SSB: Oh... Kieran... dear. I almost forgot. I need a quick favor. I'm sure you won't mind... will you? [Samantha grins, Kieran obviously not pleased.] SSB: Why don't you go to the back and get Tiffany Lane? I know that she and Nikki have some unfinished business here. So, be a dear and go get her so we can shave her damn head! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I don't think these fans want to see a bald Tiffany Lane! [Nikki smirks as she pulls a cordless shearer from her pocket.] Jim: Well Tiffany Lane lost her match earlier tonight against Nikki James but she cleared the ring so they couldn't shave her head! SSB apparently wants the job done here and now... and she wants Kieran to take part in it! Kieran: I can't believe I'm saying this but you're absolutely right, Sam. Jack: What a night we're having here tonight. Kieran Rae is actually LISTENING to "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins! Jim: I don't think she has any other choice, Jack! Kieran: Tiffany Lane agreed to a hair versus hair match regardless of the consequences and if there is one thing I can't stand, it's people that don't honor their commitments. Therefore, I am giving Tiffany Lane a decision to make -- you either get your head shaved or you will not wrestle another match in SPW. [The crowd goes wild as Samantha Bevins just grins from ear to ear. Nikki raises the clippers high in the air.] Sean: Wow! What an announcement! Jim: Tiffany Lane won't be able to wrestle another match until she shaves her own head. What will Tiffany Lane do? SSB: Thank you very much, Kieran. That will be all. [Nikki puts a hand on Sam's shoulder and grabs the microphone.] Nikki: Actually, that's not all. [Pause.] Nikki: After all, it's not often that Kieran Rae and I are in the same place at the same time so pardon me for taking advantage of this opportunity. You see, Kieran... I just wanted to thank you PERSONALLY for allowing me the chance to challenge for the SPW Women's championship on the first Conquest of Two Thousand and Ten. [BOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Nikki James is correct. She will be receiving her Women's title match on the next Conquest. Nikki: Even if we know deep down inside that you don't think someone such as myself should even be allowed that chance. Oh no no no... you'd much rather have the GREATEST prize a woman in this business can ever achieve be around the waist of someone like Poet Wright. Or would you prefer to see the SPW Women's title slung over the shoulder of Jean Pierre Celine? Maybe Orchid is your odds- on favorite. [She looks over at Samantha Bevins.] Nikki: And no need to even talk much about Heather Owens because we all know that she could never shine the boots of those three; let alone beat them in a match. Jim: Nikki sounds awful sure of herself. Heather Owens the rookie in this contest, the underdog. [Nikki turns her glance back to Kieran Rae once more] Nikki: If I were you Kieran, I'd be keeping a close eye on that match because the winner just may end up a loser by the end of the night. [She revs the motor on the electric razor.] Nikki: If you know what I mean. Let's go, Sam. [Nikki heads to the ropes to exit the ring as Samantha Bevins follows right behind, giving Kieran Rae a big toothy grin as she passes her by.] Sean: Looks like SSB and Nikki James have gotten their way tonight. Kieran Rae leaving the ring now, a dumbfounded, defeated look on her face. Not much you can do about the Young & The Beautiful! ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | women's world title match | | | | | | | | POET WRIGHT vs JEAN PIERRE CELINE vs ORCHID | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN THIS FOUR WAY CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE SPW WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! [CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [As "Do They Know It's Christmas" by Band Aid plays over the sound system Tina Davis emerges from one of the entranceways with the flag for the Province of Quebec and behind her "The Prodigy" Heather Owens following close behind her. As the crowd rains the boos down on the duo they make their way down the stairs towards the guardrail where Tina climbs over followed by Heather. The two parade around the ringside area with the flag held high and proud before Heather climbs onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for her adviser. As the two enter the ring Tina hands the flag off to Heather whom waves it high and proud one more time to really get at the fans.] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Peter Cook: We’ve found OUR Gigi!!! [That classic SNL sound byte is immediately followed by Maurice Chevalier’s rendition of “Thank Heaven for Little Girls,” from the musical, Gigi. Rose petals fall from the ceiling. White spotlights search through the crowd. Flash photography goes off throughout the arena, as pathetic horny losers (you) attempt to get a snapshot of another SPW femme fatale (me). Treating female wrestlers like objects, you can never remember any of the chick’s entrance themes, who’s was this again? They might be shit wrestlers, but they’re easy on the eyes. You get all hot and bothered just thinking about the next vision of loveliness headed your way.] "Thank heaven for little girls For little girls get bigger every day!" [Footage over the SPWtron shows images of Pepe Le Pew trying to rape a cat. Was the cat ever given a name? So sexist! The old Warner Brothers cartoons are inter-spliced with images of women getting hit by men. Just hateful shit. The montage starts to take its toll on the flash photographers, who get beaten down by the truly VILE introduction. The lights start to dim a little, as the spot lights move towards the entrance...] "Thank heaven for little girls They grow up in the most delightful way!" [Hitting a screen, the spotlights outline the voluptuous shadow of the woman behind it. She runs her hands over her Vegas showgirl curves. This is the single hottest thing you’ve ever seen and...] S-M-A-S-H~!!!!!! ...Jean Pierre Celine. Mother fucker! The fake second generation of Vile “Vince” Viper bursts through the paper screen, destroying the fantasies of every man in the building. GOD DAMN IT! You ejaculate. You will NEVER be able to make love to a woman again. Didn’t this happen the last time Celine wrestled? When will you learn! Still, you don’t think anyone noticed... you having an orgasm when Celine walked out. No one will ever know... except you. While you commit suicide, the future SPW woman’s champion continues his entrance.] "Those little eyes so helpless and appealing One day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'" [The Fabulous Frenchman has curled his bleach blond locks. A rose clenched in his teeth, Jean Pierre Celine waves an arm to his legion of admirers, turning his wolf eyes towards the ring. Celine is decked out his usual ruby red pants, a matching snakeskin vest over a frilly white shirt. It’s not a blouse. Skipping down the aisle, through the rose petals, VVV2 saunters back and forth, almost teasing the legions of men and feminists that clamor around the guardrails, jeering and throwing trash.] "Thank heaven for little girls Thank heaven for them all," [Jean Pierre does the rounds, making sure to high five all the young girls that look up to him as a role model. Yes, you too can join the SPW women’s division. According to Marissa Monet, they’ll take anyone. The former defiant one goes from child to child, validating their existence... even the fat and ugly ones.] "No matter where no matter who For without them, what would little boys do?" [Climbing the ring steps, Celine does a quick turn, working those hips... before pulling the rose out of his mouth. Celine tosses it into the crowd, a great collector’s item for a lucky fan. The rose is tossed back, but Celine ignores this fact. Bowing as MASSIVE PYRO shoots out of the ring post, turning the falling petals into burning embers. Celine winks at the camera, before turning to the ring, and flashing his WINNING SMILE!] "Thank heaven... thank heaven... Thank heaven for little girls!" [More people have uncontrollably orgasms at the sight of the WINNING SMILE!] Stone: AND HER OPPONENT, FROM PARIS FRANCE, WEIGHING IN AT 215 POUNDS!! PLEASE WELCOME, JEAN PIERRE CELINE!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["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!! Times Square 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Darkness falls across Times Square 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: FROM TRINIDAD, WEIGHING IN AT 153 POUNDS, STANDING 5 FOOT 10, THIS IS POET!!!!!!! WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] *DINGDINGDING!* Sean: There's the bell! Your official in this contest is Todd Lucchesi! Jim: The champion and Orchid beginning this contest. Jack: And what a contest it is going to be! [The match begins with Orchid and Poet Wright circling the ring. The two lock- up in a collar and elbow tie-up and Poet Wright immediately takes control. She sends Orchid into the rope and nails her with a short clothesline as soon as Orchid rebounds from the ropes! The crowd break into a heel pop as Poet hits her knees and puts a side headlock on Orchid!] Sean: Side headlock by the champion! Poet Wright is the an unstoppable force! I have a feeling that headlock is just the beginning! Jim: Orchid trying her best to break out of the headlock! [Orchid tries to break loose from the move but does not have much success! Poet Wright applies the move tighter on Orchid before sending her into the turnbuckle. Orchid crumbles in the turnbuckle as Poet runs forward with huge kick to the jaw!!!] Sean: OUCH!!! I THINK I HEARD THAT ONE POP!!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: The champion already taking control in this match. Orchid just got knocked right in the jaw! Sean: Poet is dominating at this point! Jim: Not a surprise there!! Poet Wright is a an ultimate success. Look how long she has held this championship! Jack: Well anyone can win this match because any competitor can be pinned. Poet has a huge disadvantage because she does not have to be pinned in order to lose her belt. Sean: We know that already! [The champion stays in control by grabbing Orchid out of the corner and executing a stiff suplex on her in the center of the ring. Poet goes for a quick pinfall but Orchid immediately kicks out. Poet wastes no time before scooping Orchid up with a quick back backer followed by bit of leg work.] Sean: Watch the champion apply that pressure on Orchid's leg. She wants to make sure Orchid can't function in this match! [Poet wrenches on Orchid's leg and tries to wear her down. Orchid, exhausted by the power of Poet Wright, screams in agony, but does not give up. The crowd get behind Orchid with a few chants as the official slides into place to see if Orchid is ready to submit.] Jim: I personally think it's too early in this match for Orchid to submit. Sean: Are you psychic now? Jim: No... just saying. Jack: Orchid is a tough competitor! Poet is going to have to do quite a bit more before she gets Orchid to give in! [Orchid shakes her head no as Poet turns the move into a full blown ankle lock. Orchid slides forward and finally grabs the ropes. The crowd cheer as the official makes Poet drop the submission hold. Poet, angered by this, listens to the official and drops the hold. She doesn't wait long, however, before grabbing Orchid, pulling her up, and hitting her with an implant DDT!!!] Sean: Orchid laid out! Poet is going for a win here! She would keep her belt! Jim: Poet Wright hooking the leg!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3.... NO!!!! SHE KICKS OUT!!! Orchid kicks out of the implant DDT!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: So close! Jack: Very close!! Jim: Poet Wright on her feet now. Poet going against the ropes, and- oh! [JPC slaps Poet Wright on the shoulder, tagging himself into the contest. An enraged Poet Wright turns around and glares at JPC. If looks could kill, JPC would have already dropped dead!!!] Jim: JPC has tagged himself into this contest!! Jack: Just as Poet Wright was rebounding against the ropes! Bad luck for Poet Wright... but with the way Wright is looking at JPC, even worse luck for him!!! Jim: The official says that Poet Wright HAS to leave the ring!!! Sean: JPC is going to be the official man... er woman... uh, competitor. [JPC enters the ring and cockily struts around. The crowd boo him as he grins and hits Orchid in the ribs repeatedly. Orchid screams in agony as JPC grabs her by her head of coal black hair and pulls her up. He looks her in the face and then quickly throws her back onto the canvas in full force! He lifts her back up and BITCH SLAPS her across the face!!!] Jim: JPC IS LAUGHING!!! Jack: Of course he is!!! Sean: He just bitch slapped the taste out of her mouth!!! [JPC laughs as he leans against the ropes and comes forward with a knee drop into Orchid's side. He taunts the crowd a bit with his cocky ways before executing an atomic drop on Orchid. Orchid balls up in pain as JPC follows by a leg drop on the midsection of Orchid. He follows suit by climbing on top of Orchid and thrusting his crotch into her face!!!] Jim: Dear lord. [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Watch him taunt the crowd! They really hate this man! Jim: They do. And it is no surprise they do. And unfortunately for Orchid, JPC is really doing some damage to her. Orchid really needs to tag Heather or Poet in soon because she has been in this contest since the beginning. Jack: Not looking good for her, but Orchid has it in her to survive. [JPC laughs out loud and points at Orchid as she lays there lifeless. He grabs Orchid and tosses her into the ropes. Orchid hits the ropes rebounds by grabbing JPC into a sunset flip for a quick pinfall!] Sean: Orchid has JPC down with that sunset flip! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: OWENS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH AN ELBOW DROP!!!! [Heather just insured that Orchid would not be taking home the championship at that second! Poet Wright runs into the ring and all four competitors begin going at it. Heather Owens stomps away on Orchid before lifting her up and sending her to the outside! Meanwhile Poet Wright gets a few fierce kicks on JPC before tossing him into the ropes and hitting him with a Hurricanrana!!!] Jim: HURRICANRANA BY THE CHAMPION!!! Sean: This is chaos because the official can't keep things under control!!! Todd Lucchesi is beside himself with chaos!!! Jack: The official is now beginning a count on the outside since Orchid is the legal woman! He can't do much about Poet Wright decimating JPC in the middle of the ring!!! [On the outside Heather irish whips Orchid into the guardrails. Orchid takes a few seconds to recover. As soon as she gets to her feet Heather runs up the ringsteps and leaps, grabbing onto the ring post with a swinging kick that sends Orchid back to the ground!!] Jack: WHOA!!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Wow! What a move by The Prodigy! She is flying everywhere tonight! Sean: She might need to fly back inside the ring because Poet Wright just nailed JPC with the Poetry Slam 2008! Too bad the legal woman is on the outside and NOT inside the ring!!! [After taking JPC out in the center of the ring Poet Wright slides to the outside of the ring and meets Heather Owens eye to eye. The official begins his count again as the champion gives Heather Owens no time to breathe before nailing her with punches, followed by multiple knee strikes. Poet sends Heather into the steel steps before she turns around to be met by a moonsault by Orchid who managed to climb to the barricade on the outside!!!] Sean: ORCHID WITH A SURPRISE MOONSAULT!!! Jim: What a move off the guardrail!!! [The referee is almost to the ten count as Orchid slides back into the ring. Jean Pierre Celine hits his feet like lightning but not in enough time to counter Orchid who is apparently on fire! Orchid with a clothesline on JPC, followed by climbing to the top rope. She waits for JPC to climb to his feet before hitting a spinning headscissors on him!!!!] Jack: Sure looks like Orchid is back in business!!! She's going for a pinfall!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3... NO- [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Poet Wright PULLS Orchid out of the ring!!! Jim: Poet was close to losing her championship!!! Jack: Too close and she took it upon herself to do what she could! Heather Owens is climbing back onto the apron!! Poet doing no further damage to Orchid climbs back into the ring. The official arguing with Poet to get onto the apron herself and get the match going again!!! [Orchid drags JPC to the center of the ring and begins stomping a mudhole! She kicks him about everywhere she can, showing her utter distaste for him!! Orchid sets JPC up and delivers a snap suplex!!! Orchid continues to dominate by throwing him into the turnbuckle and running forward with a clothesline. JPC sinks into the corner as Orchid pulls him away and ascends the top rope!!!] Jim: What's going on here... Orchid signaling... THE PURPLE HAZE!!! Sean: TWISTING 450 SPLASH!!! [CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JPC MOVES!!! JPC MOVED!!! Jim: Orchid hits an empty canvas!!! Ouch!!! That had to hurt!!! She is rolling up in pain!!! Sean: Who can blame her genius?! [JPC climbs to his feet and looks around. He taunts at Poet before pointing to Orchid. He pulls Orchid up by the hair and SLAMS her back down onto the canvas for the second time in this contest. JPC begins choking Orchid as she begins screaming. Bull Anderson begins counting on JPC who breaks the hold and holds up his hands in defense. He lands a hard chop to Orchid's throat before pulling her up for a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!!] Sean: JPC WITH A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON ORCHID!!! Jim: He's going in for the cover!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... HEATHER OWENS FROM THE TOP ROPE AGAIN... THIS TIME WITH A FLYING LEGDROP!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Heather Owens keeps JPC from winning the belt!!! Heather exits the ring as the official warns her to keep out! [Orchid and JPC lay in the center of the ring. JPC begins shaking the cobwebs first but Orchid is too quick to her feet. Poet Wright reaches out to Orchid for a tag but Orchid ignores her and instead flies to the other side of the ring to tag in Heather Owens!!!] Sean: Heather Owens tagged in by Orchid! I think Orchid needs a break and she is going to give Owens the pleasure of perhaps coming in here and winning this contest. [Heather enters the ring and immediately target's JPC's head. She gives him a few blows to the head before sending him into the turnbuckle! Heather marches forward and begins to climb to the top rope with JPC. She sets him up and superplexes him off the top rope!!! The crowd goes wild as Heather rolls on top of JPC and hooks his leg.] Jim: THIS COULD BE IT!!! Sean: ORCHID RUNNING INTO THE RING!!! POET ALSO IN THE RING!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Poet ducks a clothesline from Orchid!!! She grabs Orchid with all her strength and hits a flapjack suplex on her that sends her to the outside!!! Poet Wright goes for Heather Owens, but Owens is too quick!!! Sean: HEATHER OWENS CLIMBING TO THE TOP ROPE AGAIN... OH MY!!! OWENS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK ON THE CHAMPION!!!!! Jim: What a move by the rookie, Heather Owens!!! Sean: Owens is kicking on Poet viciously and trying to scoot her out of the ring!!! Heather kicks Poet in the ribs and knocks her to the outside!!! Jack: JPC FROM BEHIND!!! JPC NAILS HEATHER WITH A SAINT JOAN BOMB!!! JUMPING CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: The official slides in place!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: HEATHER OWENS KICKED OUT!!! Jack: This contest is still underway!!! [JPC begins arguing with the official about the count!!! Todd Lucchesi tells JPC it was only a two count!!! This gives Poet Wright time to slide back into the ring!!!] Sean: Poet Wright is back inside the ring!!! Jack: And JPC is turning around... oh God!!! Jim: MEET MS. WRIGHT!!!! [JPC HITS THE CANVAS!!!!!!] Jim: Ooooh!!! That popped big time!!!! Sean: SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF JPC!!!! Jim: NOW ORCHID BACK INSIDE THE RING!!! ORCHID FROM BEHIND WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE BACK OF POET'S HEAD!!!! Jack: Orchid just took Poet out!! Orchid gets Heather up and sends her into the turnbuckle!!! I bet she wishes she never would have tagged in Heather Owens!!! [Orchid runs to the turnbuckle but Heather Owens moves!!! Orchid gets caught up in the turnbuckle upside down!!! This gives Owens a chance to back away and come in forward for a dropkick to the face of Orchid!!!] Sean: This is wild!!! Heather on a wild streak and she was able to get that dropkick on Orchid!!! Jim: BOTH POET WRIGHT AND JPC ARE GETTING TO THEIR FEET!!! Jack: Poet is up!!! Heather bounces into the ropes and goes for a flying clothesline but Poet catches her in a GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Sean: But Poet can't get the pin!!! Only JPC can!!! Todd Lucchesi telling Poet to get out of the ring!!! Jack: JPC FROM BEHIND WITH A LOW BLOW ON POET WRIGHT!!!! Jim: Oh God... only JPC would do that!!! [JPC gloats a bit, raising his hands in the air!!! THE CROWD BOOS HIM!!!!] Sean: This capacity crowd here in New York City does NOT like JPC!!!! [JPC struts around the ring as both Orchid and Heather climb to their feet. Orchid runs toward JPC but the official steps in the way and makes Orchid leave the ring!!!] Sean: Anderson making Orchid leave the ring!! He is telling her she isn't the legal woman!!! Jack: That's the truth!!! It's time to get this match under control!!! Jim: Well good luck because Poet Wright is back up too!!! This is getting insane!!! And Lucchesi is ordering Poet and Orchid out of the ring!!! Jim: Meanwhile JPC is done gloating and has sent Heather into the ropes!!! HEATHER WITH A LEAPFROG!!! HEATHER LANDS AND ON HER ARMS... MULE KICK TO THE FACE OF JPC!!!! [The crowd jump to their feet as Heather Owens runs and pushes Orchid off the apron!! Orchid falls to the outside as Heather goes to knock Poet off the apron but Poet catches Heather with a chop to the throat!!! Heather goes down and JPC comes flying across the ring to knock Poet off!!!] Sean: Poet goes flying into the guardrail!!! Jim: Orchid climbing up from the outside... she's trying to get back inside the ring!! Jack: HEATHER OWENS FROM BEHIND ON JPC... DDT!!! DDT!!! Jim: Heather runs against the ropes... she stops... STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!! THE MIDTERM!!!!!!!! Sean: HEATHER YELLS AT THE OFFICIAL!!!! SHE'S GOING FOR THE COVER!!! Jack: ORCHID AND POET BATTLING TO GET INTO THE RING FIRST!!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: Heather Owens has done it!!! Sean: HEATHER OWENS WINS THE WOMEN'S BELT!!!! [THUNDEROUS MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Orchid and Poet both hit the ring a split second too late!!!! Stone: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEW SPW WOMEN'S CHAMPION.... HEATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OWENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Heather is given the belt and the official raises her arm in victory! Tina Davis comes in from the outside with the Canadian flag and the two celebrate inside the ring. Poet Wright is seething on the outside as Orchid looks like she just lost her best friend. The official checks on JPC as we cut to the commentators.] Jack: Wow!!! What a contest!! Poet Wright's title reign comes to an end as rookie Heather Owens wins. Jim: And Poet did not get pinned!!! Sean: Poet is enraged!!! Watch her watch Heather as she celebrates inside the ring. Jack: Oh and the third Championship around a new waist tonight, talk about surprise, they have to be shocked in Vegas and the internet I think just exploded, the dark horse in this one able to pin Jean Pierre Celine and become the newest Women's Champion of the World, she must be sleeping with one eye open from here on out- and she must face Nikki James at the first Conquest back! Jim: But what will Poet do! I would not want to get in her way at all! Sean: We all know what she's capable of, lord knows what SPW is in store for. New Champion Heather Owens, incredible. Charity Carnage continues!! ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [The camera cuts backstage to World Heavyweight challenge Sammy Knight who is in his locker room getting ready for his match.] [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The lights are dim in his locker room as Knight faces away from the camera. He is wearing his match attire: black wife beater, black jeans, and black shoes. Sweat glistens from his head, his neck, and his arms. Speaking in a very deliberate and direct manner, Knight begins to address his match this evening.] Knight: I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But you don’t have a motherfucking empire. You’re NOT the Romans. NOT the Tang. NOT the British. [Pause.] Knight: Or _ANYTHING_ close to that. What you have, what you’re holding onto with every ounce of strength in your body is nothing more than a self-inflated declaration of falsehood. A bed of lies. [Knight still stands with his face covered in the shadows.] Knight: You see, empires transcend. Empires influence. Empires are remembered by others, NOT just those involved. You haven’t, nor will you accomplish ANY of those things. You’re just NOT that important Andrew. On the contrary, your title reign will be remembered as nothing more than an annoying outbreak of gonorrhea. Something I’m sure you’re familiar with. And as you know, that outbreak can be short lived and easy to cure. [Knight turns around and steps forward, revealing his face for the first time. He’s wearing the same exact model of D&G sunglasses that Andrew Davis wears. The expensive shades do their best to hide the flames of Knight’s brown eyes. But you still feel the fire.] Knight: You see Andrew, unlike you, I listen. I listen to my opponents. To my fans. To my family. Whether or not I agree with what I hear is a different issue. But I listen. Even to the broken record of bullshit that you’ve chosen to spit on the eve of Charity Carnage. I listen. [Knight looks down momentarily and shakes his head in a combination of anger and disgust.] Knight: And I don’t think you know as much as you THINK you do about children Andrew. [Another head shake.] Knight: Because not every child’s Christmas is about latching onto some inspirational figure. Some celebrate giving. Or the birth of Jesus Christ. But it’s obvious. YOU want to make it simple. YOU want to take every child, and every story of an individual like Tiger Woods and neatly place them into a box to suit your perspective du jour. Well that won’t work. It simply isn’t that easy. [He pauses, you can feel him staring at you underneath the designer sunglasses.] Knight: That’s your FIRST mistake, being short sighted. Speaking your psycho- babble BULLSHIT about child development. About the maturation of children in relation to socially created heroes. Your SECOND mistake is speaking on my son. Because you know NOTHING about that. And you never will. [A few more steps forward. The light glimmers briefly off the huge chainlink necklace of sort that hangs over his neck and chest.] Knight: Because you’re entire life is about ego. YOUR ego. God forbid you bring a seed into this world. Because the one truth he’d grasp onto as a child is that his father in an asshole. So when I hear you infer about Darrion’s reaction to my loss, I can’t help but smile. Just strait cheese from ear-to-ear. Because you’re SO wrong. DEAD wrong. Ignorant. Which proves once again how inept you are at analysis. [An honest smirk because to form on Knight’s face.] Knight: You see, you’re the Hollywood type. You don’t live in reality. You deal in the make believe. Like the impact of your empire. Like your view on children. Like your assessment of my son. [He pauses.] Knight: You want to think that you ruined my son’s life. You want to think that you ruined my life. You want to think that you’re the reason why he “grew” up. But you’re not. So go ahead Andrew. Bring your world of lies and shortcuts into the ring tonight. And I’ll gladly stomp your ass back to reality. [No more smirk.] Knight: Because you might be the better wrestler Andrew. But tonight isn’t JUST about wrestling. It’s about redemption. [Knight takes off the glasses, revealing a look of absolute detest for his opponent. He looks at the glasses momentarily, holding them in his hand.] Knight: It’s about the slaying of a false saint. The annihilation of an ignorant angel. [He drops the glasses onto the ground by his feet.] Knight: It’s your mouth versus my grit. And Andrew? [Knight pauses.] Knight: If I can overcome abuse, death and prison… If I can overcome the gauntlet that I laid down for myself during these past few months… [Knight suddenly smashes down on the glass with his foot.] [GIGANTIC FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Knight: …I can DEFINITELY outlast YOU. [The camera fades out, but not before focusing on the remains of the sunglasses on the ground.] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [Fade to the backlot as Poet Wright is walking the hallway, pulling off her mask as her face, mostly healed from previous self-inflicted wounds, is stone and grey, all the color drained from her mouth. Poet is just, walking in shell shock, at losing the World Title after over a 200 day reign- and no one has the guts to approach her for her reaction and everyone moving out of her way!] Jim: Poet Wright... now the former Champion she just lost to Heather Owens and, and she looks catatonic. Jack: She held the title belt for the longest reign in SPW history, and she wasn't even beaten to lose the title- Sean: WHEELING? [The fans pop as Chris Wheeling is leaning against the yellow concrete wall, wearing a dark grey blazer as he is speaks with respect and polite emphasis. Poet stops, her head jerking around to stare at the manager to the stars.] Chris: Ms. Wright, Ms. Wright, that was a horrible spot of luck right there. [Poet lunges right in, scarred face and eyeballs not an inch away from Wheeling's!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Chris: ...That never would have happened if you were in our camp. You want help, [Wheeling snaps up his business card.] Chris: We're here to help you. [Poet doesn't even blink, but she takes the card... and stalks away. Chris slides from the wall, relieved. He adjusts his lapels, then looks around to rush off and find the nearest bathroom, and a change of clothes.] ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | monster's ball | | | | | | | | DAVE PIETKA vs JESTER CHAD ALLEN | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| [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, the following is set for one fall... now making his way down the aisle, The Wicked Clown of Wrestling... The God of Hardcore... 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 2nd 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: The Father of the Family, who holds claim to being the one true, God of Hardcore and he would, love nothing more than to disembowl EVD live, right here, in the center of the ring today and show the world that Pietka is not the man he claims to be. Jim: Well, the Evil Voodoo Army might have something to say about that! Jack: Jester in the corner... and now we are all awaiting the arrival of the Hall of Famer. [Most of the lights turn off around the area, and a lone spotlight hits a shed a short distance from the ring, a few people start to approach the door. The opening to Dimmu Borgir's "Sacreligious Scorn" begins to play.] Sean: Inside that shed, ladies and gentlemen, is Dave Pietka! He has been locked inside there since noon yesterday, in preparation for this Monster's Ball match! [The big screen shows a night-vision view of inside the shed, where Pietka seems to be sitting patiently.] Jack: Did the guy think he was David Blaine or something? Putting himself out for public view like that? Jim: We did get a lot of hits on the website, though. Jack: Well, I didn't watch any of it. [Someone starts to unlock the door's three deadbolt locks. The opening music reaches its crecendo as the door opens, and the view on the screen goes completely white... opening up to the keyboards and drums... until the heavy guitars kick in and the drums become even more fierce. One of the techs walks into the shed.] Sean: Someone's going in to check on him, maybe help him get him. Jim: Did he look like he was in a good condition for this match? [Suddenly, the tech comes running out, almost as if he were afraid of what was inside. As Shagrath starts singing in his gravely, death growl voice... "HAVE I NOT BEEN TO LONG... IN THE SHADOWS OF INVENTION AND CREATION!" [Pietka's hand grasps the door frame and he lurches out... his face a mass of white greasepaint, with violent smears of black over his eyes and red over his mouth. His hair is stained with the paint, as is the t-shirt he wears, and when he opens his mouth for a grin... there's red paint on his teeth as well.] "AS I RIGHTFULLY BEHOLD THE FLESH... FEAR OF THE CONSCIOUS MIND... WILL HAVE YOU FACING AWAY!" [And all but one of the technicians backs away slowly, as Pietka brown eyes simply wander around menacingly... looking for a target.] Jim: OH MY HOLY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! Sean: IT LOOKS AS IF PIETKA'S GOING FOR SOME KIND OF CLOWN MOTIF OF HIS OWN! Jack: Oh, come on! Is this supposed to be some kind of mindgame? On Chad Allen of all people? Sean: We don't know, Jack. Pietka's never been one for mindgames. He's a bit more straight-forward than that. [Pietka looks around, and see the one technician who didn't back away... who happens to be holding his custom chair. He approaches the tech as I.C.S. Vortex sings the only clean vocals of the song.] "My word and world holds ground and is real... Your word is like floods of poisoned water... A language spoken... With spit... from different tongues." [Pietka reaches out for the chair, his menacing look and wild smile still present, as the tech hands him his favored weapon. As he holds it in his hands, his eyes go wider, as does his smile... and then he looks over at the ring.] "IT ALL SEEMS LIKE AN ETERNITY... THIS BATTLE BETWEEN US TWO... GOOD AND EVIL, ME AND YOU! TIME HAS COME TO STEP UP... AND TAKE BACK WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME!" [And as the melodic piano kicks in, Pietka starts to make his way to the ring. Devoid of any feeling other than malice and bloodlust, he uncharacteristically ignores the crowd and simply makes his way to the ring.] Stone: Approaching the ring... From Coral Springs, Florida... weighing in at One Hundred and Eighty-Five Pounds... He is The Eleventh Plague... ...The Steel Chair Samurai... ...The Main Attraction... ...The Hardcore Godsend... ...He is EVIL... ...VOODOO... ...DAVE... THIS... IS... " H E A V Y M E N T A L" D A V E P I E T K A !!! [Pietka continues to lurk towards the ring, starting to laugh rather visibly as he gets closer and closer to the ring. He stops momentarily and just stares at his chair, and occassionally glances at the ring... as a deep voice in the song simply speaks... "My word and world holds ground and is real. Your word is like floods of poisoned water. A language spoken with spit from different tongues. You can never corrupt me again!" And then Shagrath starts to sing again... "TIME HAS COME TO STEP UP... AND TAKE BACK WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME!" [And Pietka lowers his chair, looks direct to the ring, and speaks along with the words.] "TIME HAS COME TO STEP UP... AND TAKE BACK WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME!" [Then suddenly, Pietka makes a beeline into the ring, sliding in with his chair, and simply stands there, waiting... a crazed, wide smile on his face, ready for the madness that is about to unfold.] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And this is it, Dave Pietka and Jester Chad Allen. The Hardcore Godsend versus the God of Hardcore. You know you don't get two evenly matched fighters like this that often but JCA with plans of domination thru his Family, a cult of sorts in SPW and this all started when he demanded the Evil Voodoo Icon bow down and kiss his feet. Sean: And then made him. Pietka came back and sought revenge on Allen's tag team, the Children of Hardcore and even laid out Pietka's cohort in crime, his woman Iris Galiver. Jester Chad Allen would have the last laugh and land an amazing elbowdrop from a scaffold chain to drive Pietka through two stacked tables, how much more can go on, what can these guys do, what can anyone do as I don't think one federation can handle these two Superstars, who define hardcore in SPW. Jim: Pietka with the chair in hand, ready to wrap that around the head of JCA. [Pietka paces as Allen does the same, the fans getting into it and ready as they are cheering! Chris Cartwright calls for the bell as both the Wicked Clown and the Hall of Famer stand off, Jester Chad Allen pointing at Pietka and slow dragging his thumb across his neck, Evil Voodoo Dave smiling out as he knows how important this fight is.] Jack: There is the bell and ALLEN lunging at Pietka! Jim: Dave moved and throws the fist, Jester ducked and forward bow? Sean: RIGHT Into the Scorpion Kick!! Talk about flexibility!! Jester with the chair! Quick to take it away! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Pietka caught off guard, stumbling back and JCA RUNNING SPEAR GORES RIGHT THROUGH HIM!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Pietka down and hurting, clutching his ribs JESTER into the air DOUBLE STOMP Down across the chest!! And now dragging Dave around to sling him into the corner, Allen with the fist to the head, over and over and over again! Jester Chad Allen with the rope and now stomping the wind out of Pietka's chest, Dave hurting and catches the boot- ***CRRRAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** Jim: JCA ENZUGIRIS HIM IN THE CORNER!! [Allen takes up the chair, and holding it up to the fans mocks them all as he waits for Dave to get up, and sends the rim right into Pietka's guts!! He drops the weapon as EVD drops, Cartwright kicking the chair from the ring.] Jack: Allen screaming at Pietka! And now shouting incoherently! Aw he hates Dave Pietka with a passion! To him he thinks Dave is a blasphemer! He thinks he's trying to steal Allen's identity! Sean: Jester sliding out and forearm uppercuts the back of Pietka's head! Dragging the head out as he goes for the death drop to the street- PIETKA reaching back rakes the eyes! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Allen stumbling as Pietka sliding outside and locks the head, SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE CONCRETE!! BOTH MEN DOWN! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: That's what you have to do, you HAVE to be willing to put your own health and well-being on the line against a sadistic bastard like Jester Chad Allen! Dave Pietka feeling the consequences but this is not about wrestling this is about Survival! [Pietka rolls over as Jester lurches up, and Dave snaps the kick straight upside his spine! Allen shouts and crawls over, on hands and knees as Dave Pietka locks up the head and JCA drives him backwards, right into the guardrail!!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!*** Jack: OHH! Pietka driven hard do not forget JCA has a very low center of gravity, and Allen rearing back, swing and a MISS as Dave ducks underneath! PIETKA WITH THE SPINNING ELBOW AND IT FINDS ITS MARK!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: PIETKA BOMBER!! THE FANS LOVE THAT! Sean: Allen dizzy as Pietka takes him around, and running him right across the ringside area, throws him guts FIRST into the barricades! The fans holding up chairs as Dave heading over, he goes for his signature weapon and taking it around, ALLEN THROWING UP THE KICK! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSHH!!!!**** [FANS BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Chair dropped and Pietka stumbling! Jester regrouping and running LARIAT Jim: PIETKA DROPKICKS HIM IN THE FACE!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ALLEN to a knee! Pietka up and stunned but finds the way to smash his hip upside The Jester's face! Dave with the head and dragging Allen around, pickup into the air and GOURDBUSTERS HIM DOWN, RIGHT INTO THE CITY STREET! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Dave Pietka already hurting but he doesn't care, he cannot care you don't come out of these Monster's Balls intact you come out barely alive if you come out at all!! Sean: Pietka with Allen over and dragging him up- pointing to the fans as they cheer and Dave with the irish whip at the ringpost! NO!! Allen reversing momentum and charging in Pietka counters with the hard back elbow! Allen reeling! Dave running and forearm shot JESTER ducked! Jim: And slams the fist right into Pietka's head! Jack: Does it again! And HAYMAKER misses! He missed! Pietka with the head and GUTBUSTER on Allen! Rips him up and DEATH DROP into the Ground!! Dave now, over and grabs that chair, laying it over Jester Chad Allen as Dave Pietka pushing the railing aside, now what's this? Scaling up to balance on the top as these fans in Times Square cheer! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: PIETKA OFF THE GUARDRAIL AND LANDS THE LEGDROP INTO THE CHAIR! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Allen kicking and suffering as Dave Pietka hurt his leg, trying to get up as fast as he possibly can! EVD already in pains as is his foe Jester Chad Allen, and Referee Chris Cartwright out to count a possible pin but no, Dave not done yet. He's going right over and taking Allen up, tossing him back into the ring! [The crowd pops as Pietka grits his teeth, feeling adrenaline beginning to flow as he searches under the ring, and drags out a trash can full of weapons!!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: PLUNDAH! And Pietka tossing the can inside, Allen crawling across the ring, EVD rolling right in to go for his can! Sean: Jester up in the corner, Pietka charging and ****WWHHHAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!*** Jim: BANGS THE CAN DENTS IT OVER JESTER'S HEAD!! [Jester steps, and falls right on his side as Pietka raises the can to the crowd! He goes to pull Allen up, and situates the can over his head! The fans are cheering as Dave charges the ropes, bouncing off the side and throws out the dropkick but Allen rolls away!!] [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PIETKA MISSED! Allen up and pulling the can off his head, PIETKA with a sweep of the legs!! Jim: Took him down! And Dave diving FOREARM finds its mark! You gotta stay on him! Jack: Pietka in control as he takes up Jester and yells in his face, hauling him over and dragging him down, RUBBING ALLEN'S MOUTH ON HIS BOOT! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PIETKA MAKING JESTER KISS HIS FOOT! THERE'S YOUR BOWING DOWN TO THE HARDCORE GODSEND! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ALLEN fighting and LOWBLOWS RIGHT INTO PIETKA! "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jack: And that, effectively kills all momentum Pietka once had. Jester Chad Allen infuriated, the Wicked Clown just forced to kiss EVD's boot, he thinks he's the Hardcore God of SPW, he is the most vicious in the ring, and just humiliated is worse than ten thousand trash can shots. Jim: Well, we may find out as weapons now all over the ring, license plates, cookie tins, is that Wii!? Sean: Talk about an interactive game, Jenny McCarthy never had a workout plan like this! [Jester is snarling down hatred as he kicks the Wii over, and pulling Pietka upside down, uses the man's own tights to pull him in the air and PILEDRIVES him straight down into the video game console!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Well now we know what to get them next year for Christmas! Jack: Oh and Pietka in a bad way, was that wise, was that smart, antagonizing the Hardcore God!? I don't know, a riled up JCA may be off his game but he is that much more psychotic. Sean: I have no idea, I wouldn't even be in the same ring as Allen so that's my answer. Hopefully Pietka knows what he's doing, but it doesn't look that way now. [Dave is on his face as Jester raises the clawed hands, a sick sardonic smile beginning to spread his mouth. The fans are booing as JCA pays them no mind, and looking around takes up the license plate, and hooking it under Pietka's throat, sits down on Dave's back to pull up on the plate, trying to choke the Steel Chair Samurai out!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OHH! And Pietka fighting and kicking as the Camel Clutch applied, the edge of the metal right up in Dave's throat, cutting off the air as Pietka can't breathe!! Cartwright asking for the give and Pietka growing furious, his neck beginning to turn red the skin will have to break soon! [The plate reads 'SPW 1' as the fans are watching with concern, Jester snarling and wrenching back! Pietka struggles and reaching around, picks up a piece of the broken Wii and stabs Allen right in his leg!!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OHHH! And Allen forced to let go! Pietka rolling away, holding his neck as Jester- Jester smiling!? [JCA begins to laugh, rolling around as he pushes the trash can out of his way. Climbing to his feet, JCA goes right for the turnbuckle, pulling the padding off its buckle as Dave sits up in pain. Jester yanks the padding free, tossing it to the side as Pietka leans against the corner- and turning around, Jester limps over and Dave springs up to slam the clothesline right into Allen's neck!] [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HARD HIT! Nicely done! Allen taken down and coughing as Pietka over, taking up the leg and stomping at it! Trying to do more damage to the leg he stabbed and jumps to smash the kneedrop into the side of the calf, now taking it up and torquing it sideways but Allen rolling away, kicks Dave off. Sean: Pietka still coming and runs to KICK ALLEN UPSIDE THE HEAD! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: BRUTAL!! Allen into the ropes and Dave Pietka latches him up, wheeling him around to send him FACEFIRST INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: That'll stop a clown from laughing! And Pietka taking him around, hooks the head and GOD DAMN DDT!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HE GOT HIM!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: NO! ALLEN KICKED OUT! [The crowd boos as Jester sits up, and Pietka slugs him down! Dave looks around, and rushes to slide outside, down to pull up the apron cover as he reaches under and pulls out a roll of barbed wire!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: BARBED WIRE!! Tossing that into the ring! And now searching under for something more- what else!? A BLACK BAG! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: What is that supposed to be!? Pietka still not done! [Dave reaches under the ring and drags out a sledgehammer!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! And the ICON taking it in! Allen getting up, and PIETKA RUNS AND SWINGS THE HAMMER INTO HIS GUT!! [Allen is bent over as Dave swings the hammer around and smashes out the back of Jester's knee!!] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVE SWINGING THE HAMMER UP AND BRINGING IT DOWN AT ALLEN'S FACE!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE ROLLED! HE ROLLED! THAT SHOT MIGHTA KILLED HIM!! Jack: ALLEN TO THE OUTSIDE! AND PIETKA SCREAMING OUT!!! "E V D!!!" "E V D !!!" "E V D!!!" "E V D !!!" Sean: These fans chanting back as Dave working them up, taunting Jester Chad Allen as the Wicked Clown limping around, he can barely even stand! JCA hating this as Dave working his Shootfire Faithful, the Evil Voodoo Army as they love this match! They want to see Allen get his body broken and Dave Pietka their Ringmaster of Destruction! The Patron Saint of Violence and Brutality! Jack: Jester searching under the ring, what's this!? Dragging out a steel chair and it's painted! It reads- PWNSTARS!? Jim: A signature chair of Dave Pietka and Allen taking it over, and wiping his ass with it!! [The fans are booing again, Allen curses Pietka and slides inside, promising to wrap the chair around Dave's head! Pietka laughs, sledgehammer on his shoulder as he circles, Allen holding up the chair and charges! Dave smashes the hammerhead but Allen throws the chair right in his face!!] ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!**** Jack: OHHH!! Pietka stunned! And Allen with the arm, swings Dave around to send him to the corner! JESTER CHARGING AND CRASHES HIS BODY RIGHT INTO HIM!!! [The fans cheer!! Pietka is stunned, hurting as Allen throws him right down on the mat! He grabs up the barbed wire and hurting himself, pulls the roll over Dave's head! Pietka is wearing a venerable crown of thorns as the Wicked Clown climbs to the second rope! Jester laughs and leaps to grab his legs, slamming himself into Pietka's Head with the Whoopie Cushion!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: HURRAH!! Jack: OH MY GOD! WHOOPIE CUSHION TO THE EXTREME!!! NOW I HAVE SEEN IT ALL!! Sean: AND ALLEN KICKING AND YELLING, HE JUST IMPLANTED BARBED WIRE IN HIS OWN ASS!! Jim: BUT PIETKA BLEEDING, SHAKING!!!! HOW DO YOU PREPARE FOR A PSYCHO LIKE ALLEN!? HE WILL DO ANYTHING TO HURT YOU! [The fans are shouting as Pietka rolls over, blood running from his cut open skin, lines of red staining little pools on the hard mat surface. Dave tries to breathe, trying to get up as Allen sits over, and throws out his arms to sink his taped fingers into Pietka's back, and wrenches lines as he scrapes his fingernails down Dave's spine, causing the Icon to scream out!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ALLEN going to business, going that much further and Pietka still wearing that halo of absolute pain! Dave bleeding all over his face as Jester cursing at him, snarling as he takes the man up and RUNS HIM RIGHT INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Jester now howling at Pietka, enjoying this, savoring every moment! And he takes that chair up, heading to the corner once again, Jester Chad Allen climbing the ropes as Pietka hurting, he probably doesn't know where he is- Jim: JCA STANDING TALL! AND DIVES OFF THE BUCKLES TO SIDESLAM THE CHAIR RIGHT INTO DAVE PIETK- NOOOOOOOOO!!! PIETKA MOVED! ****CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!**** [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: PIETKA MOVED! OH HE ROLLED! HE MOVED IN THE NICK OF TIME!! Jim: And Thank the Hardcore God he did, even if Said God is currently trying to kill him. Sean: Pietka rolling out from the ring, he has GOT to get that barbed wire off his face, spikes digging in and causing more bleeding as he pulls it from his face with great difficulty, oh you can't even imagine the pain that causes unless you want to go try this at home. Which SPW does not encourage! Leave this to the professionals- Jack: ALLEN WITH THE BASEBALL SLIDE RIGHT INTO PIETKA! Jim: OHH! Wait, Professionals!? At what school do you learn to take a barbed wire crown of thorns!? What degree is that! There is no training for this you just see if you can stand after the massive amounts of blood loss! Sean: Allen will do anything, employing his arsenal but with deceptive speed and agility for an Athlete of his caliber, then again he Is a Clown after all. Jester to the outside, limping after as he runs and CLOTHESLINE to rock Pietka down! [Jester sneers into the nearest camera and piefaces it out of his way, his makeup running as he goes to pull Dave up but takes a fist to the stomach for his troubles!! The fans cheer but Allen cuts them off by slamming a hip into Pietka's bloody face.] Jack: EVD trying to fight back, but what other hells, what other terrors does the Hardcore God have in store for Evil Voodoo Dave!? How much more can he take- after all he IS only human! Jim: Jester may not be, I believe he may be demonically possessed! Someone call an Excorcist cause that's the only way Dave may ever keep him down! Sean: Pietka in a bad way as Jester drags him over by his hair, and BANGS HIS FACE RIGHT OFF THE STEEL RING STEPS!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Oh, you couldn't pay me to do this. Jesus Lord. [Jester Chad Allen is laughing, completely enjoying himself as he mocks the fans for their faith in their savior. Allen raises his arms, and the Children of Hardcore make their way out from the back.] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Oh no, Anarchy and Entropy on their way out here and under their arms, a table on one and a ladder on the other! Oh the Children bringing a ladder and a table as they move to enter them into the ring, All the while JCA beating into Pietka against the stairs... [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And these fans do not like this, Anarcy and Entropy sliding both the ladder and the table into the ring, now moving to set the weapons up. I know this is Monster's Ball, I know this is Falls Count Anywhere, but Jester Chad Allen does not need his Children out here to interfere. He is doing perfectly fine on his own. Jim: And believe me, had Iris Galiver not suffered a series of barbed wire explosions earlier tonight she'd probably be out here too. The pain and carnage these three are capable of, they outnumber Dave Pietka three to one. Jack: Pietka hurting and the Children have the table up, now standing the ladder tall and Allen tossing Dave right inside. This was supposed to see who the one true God of Hardcore in SPW is, and instead Allen brings his cult, his flunkies in to do his dirty work for him. [The crowds are booing as Anarchy and Entropy drag Pietka up, holding him as Jester gives him one last chance to bow on his own volition! Pietka won't accept as JCA sneers at him, telling EVD to bow at his feet and proclaim him God! Dave won't and Jester damn near breaks his knuckles punching Pietka in the mouth!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OHH!!! And Pietka practically out, as Jester Chad Allen climbing around, ascending to the very heights with that ladder as the fans in Times Square on their feet and booing! Anarchy taking Dave over and placing him out on the table-- Entropy dragging his legs they want to do this as Jester climbing high! They are-- ["Requiem for a Dream" kicks up over the PA System! The fans roar as the SPWTron shows Marcus Davis raising his head, El Rey Futuro diving off to deliver the Sujecion Del Futuro Senton! The Children look around for the entrance as Davis and Futuro walk out of the back, heading for the ring! Johnny Pain climbs in over the far side, from the crowd and charges to slam the double clothesline and send the Children right over the top rope!!!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JESTER OFF THE TOP! ELBOWDROP STRAIGHT INTO DAVE PIETKA!!! ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!!**** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: CODE OF HONOR COMING DOWN TO RINGSIDE! AND BEATING THE CHILDREN UP THE AISLE!!! Jim: VIGILANTES MAKING SURE THE ODDS ARE EVEN!! Jack: AND JESTER CHAD ALLEN JUST PUT DAVE PIETKA THROUGH THE TABLE!!! PIETKA IN SMITHEREENS!!!! [Jester looks up, incredulous to see Anarchy and Entropy brawling in the aisle! El Rey Futuro hits Entropy with the forearm as Pain is punching into Anarchy! Security rushes down to try and stop the ensuing violence as the Children are fighting to get back! Inside the ring, JCA is on his knees, in disbelief! He shouts out cursing and crawling over, grabs up Pietka's leg amid the table wreckage, Pietka bleeding all over the place!] Sean: HE GOT HIM!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: EVD GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: PIETKA KICKED OUT!? HE KICKED OUT!! Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE! UNBELIEVABLE! SHUT UP!!! [Jester is awestruck! He can't believe it as he pulls Dave up and wrapping in the arms, locks his hands and spikes the Double Arm DDT! Instead muscling Pietka over, he puts him right on the shoulders and calls for the three!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DOUBLE ARM DDT!! THIS HAS TO BE IT! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PIETKA KICKED OUT AGAIN!!! [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PIETKA WITH STILL SOME LIFE LEFT IN HIM! JESTER CHAD ALLEN SCREAMING OUT!! [Allen shouts in frustration, roaring his rage as he pulls up Dave and grabbing the wrist, rolls backwards to send Pietka charging with the irish whip! EVD goes right into the corner, slamming a shoulder into the exposed metal ring of the top turnbuckle! Jester gets up and charges blindly, stomping as he runs to crash into Dave who just drops and JCA slams himself into the steel metal ring!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JESTER CHAD ALLEN DOWN AND DAVE UNABLE TO CAPITALIZE!! Sean: NO KIDDING!! IT'S A MIRACLE HE'S STILL BREATHING!! Jim: All I know is, Pietka had better do something fast because Allen just knocked the wind out of himself, if the Evil Voodoo Icon is to take advantage and swing momentum back in his favor he has got to do it now, this may be his last chance! [Allen is hurting as he gapes for air, rolling over to get out the arms, fingers sprawling as Dave lurches up, blood running down his face in sheets and runs at the ropes! Allen sits up, nearly keeling over as Pietka slams off the side and rushes to spin around diving to send the back Elbow right into the face!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: PIETKA BOMBER!!! AND JESTER CHAD ALLEN IS DOWN!!! Sean: DAVE PIETKA CRAWLING OVER!! HE HOOKS THE LEG!! BOTH ARMS! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOO!! ALLEN KICKS OUT!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: I CAN'T TELL WHO IS BETTER!! EVD THOUGHT HE HAD HIM THERE! Sean: WE ALL DID!! AND SO DID THIS CAPACITY CROWD!!! [Pietka looks miserable as he pushes over, then his head dips as he feels faint from the steady blood loss! Dave pushes up, waking himself as he reaches over, pulling Jester around and locking the man's head, takes him up and immediately slaps the God DAMN DDT!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HE GOT HIM! But not done!! Rolling JCA over and hauling him up again! GOD DAMN- ALLEN PICKED HIM UP AND RUSHING HIM BACK, SPEARS HIM RIGHT INTO THE CORNER!! Jim: GOD DAMN!!!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Desperation maneuver from Jester Chad Allen, using everything he had to send Dave's head whiplashing back, Pietka in the corner and hurting as Allen trying to use the ropes to stand. Jester gets a leg up, and stepping on the bloody face- FACEWASHES PIETKA THROUGH THE ROPES!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ALLEN WITH THE BOOT AND DOES IT AGAIN! OH! FACEWASH!!! Jack: This is painful to watch! Dave Pietka in a bad way and Allen raising the boot, stepping on the mask of blood and PIETKA SLAMS THE ROCHAMBEAU!!!! "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sean: ALLEN DOWN LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!!! PIETKA HAD NO CHOICE! [Jester is holding himself and kicking on the mat, as Pietka tries to pull himself up but cannot. Rolling over, he crawls across the ring to find his steel chair. He uses it to stand as the fans are cheering!! Pietka takes up the steel, unsteady as he balances on his feet, as Jester is trying to get back up. Dave points the chair out around the ring, turning all the way around to face his legions of fans in Times Square! Feeding off their adrenaline, Pietka rolls his neck and taps the chair on the mat! Jester begins to rise and stumble, as he limps up and Dave screams out as he swings the chair straight for Allen's head!!] ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!***** [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HE DENTED HIS OWN CHAIR! THE IMPRINT OF ALLEN'S SKULL ON THAT CHAIR!!! [Jester is down and out!! The fans are screaming as Pietka throws the busted chair down, and points right at the turnbuckle! The audience cheers and Dave is a livid animal, and pointing to the sky above, drags JCA to his knees! Jester is now busted open and EVD digs into his forehead, pulling up a bloody hand and in Jester's blood he writes a G on his own stomach!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PIETKA WRITING THE WORD "GOD" ACROSS HIS STOMA- Jack: NO!! WIPING IT AWAY!! AND DRAGGING JCA UP, IRISH WHIP TO RUN HIM BACKWARDS INTO THE CORNER!! INTO THE METAL TURNBUCKLE!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Jester is out! And Pietka instead facepalming Allen, and writing on his stomach as he pulls JCA's head under his arm!! Pietka writing S- P- W!!!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND SUPLEXING JESTER UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE!!! Jack: PIETKA CLIMBING UP TO STAND!! SPW INDEED, RIGHT ON HIS GUTS!!! Jim: AND SUPLEXING JESTER UP INTO THE AIR!! HOLDING THE MAN TALL AS DAVE STEPPING UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE!! BLOOD RUNNING FROM ALLEN'S HEAD!! Sean: TIMES SQUARE ON THEIR FEET!!! AND PIETKA SCREAMS AND DROPS!!! Jack: WHAT THE FUCK BRAINBUUUSSTTER ON THE EXPOSED METAL RING!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ALLEN DOWN AND HE IS OUT! AND PIETKA ON HIM HE HAS THE COVER!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ***DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!**** Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! "HEAVY MENTAL" DAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE PIIIIETKA!!!!! [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: PIETKA HAS DONE IT! HE HAS WON! DAVE PIETKA SURVIVING AND well he's now passed out. Jack: Blood loss catching up to him as he is out, he is unconscious but he is laying across the carcass of the fallen God "Jester" Chad Allen, Dave Pietka has finally beaten JCA in one hell of a fight, this Monster's Ball will not soon be forgotten as EVD proving what SPW is all about, he has defeated Jester Chad Allen fans, with a super brainbuster into the exposed metal turnbuckle, talk about a fight through heaven and hell, these two deities put everything they had on the table and went right through it. Sean: Oh man, I don't know how you can top that. EVD barely survives long enough to defeat Jester Chad Allen, he has outlasted the Wicked Clown and now, now their feud finally over, what a way to wrestle people will remember this for a very long time! They gave it their all and when the dust cleared and the blood was mopped away, it was on this night, Evil Voodoo Dave who came out victorious. Jim: I for one am proud to be part of Shootfire Pro Wrestling, THIS IS Shootfire Pay Per View, thank you Dave, thank you Chad, what a -what a insane violent brawl! I can't believe what these two are willing to do to each other for the sake of this war of armageddon, but I pay full tribute and bow down to the masters as are each and every one of these cheering fans here in SPW! Medics in the ring, EMTs entering as are Road Agents and Officials, pouring inside to make sure these two are still breathing, still even have a pulse! Jack: And the Bring Your Own Weapon Rumble is next, it is a great time to be a Wrestling Fan, then our main event spectacular, the World Title Ironman match. The bar has never been set higher, Charity Carnage continues live from Times Square!! [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [Backstage, the camera focuses on a close-up of Marissa Monet walks alone on autopilot down an empty corridor, lost in the ear-bleeding "Pachabel's Canon in 'D'" pumping through her iPod and the mental preparation for the biggest fight of her life. Suddenly, she is brought back to her surroundings with a grunt and a large SMACK on her forehead! Stumbling backwards but without falling, she puts her hand to her temple and looks up...and sees "Sychosys" Joe Petrow doing exactly the same thing. Both realize each other's presence at the same time, both turn off the music, both take a couple of seconds to size each other up...and both decide simultaneously on a wry little laugh, that both stop suddenly. Finally, Marissa breaks the stalemate to speak.] Marissa: Goddammit, I must have a concussion.. Or been on Life on Mars. Is this 1997? Goddamn Joe Petrow. What rock did you crawl out from under? Petrow: Marissa Monet! Walking around after being Voodoo Driver'd off a scaffold, yet you still sell for me, even though you could have booked me to land flat on my ass! That's great! And hey, you *look* great too, there's not much resemblance to John Tenta at all! [To those who know Marissa Monet, they know she has a temper. A vicious, vicious temper. They know she is easily nettled and ready to strike at a moment's notice. So for those of you who know Marissa, this exchange is becoming a little more bizarre because Marissa is actually, probably despite herself, smiling.] Marissa: Do you know, Joe, that I might actually be glad to see you. Every time I think about Portland I smile. And every time I look around at the SPW and the wrestling world at large I always see the same attempts to rebuild what we did in Portland. I've been dealing with the guy who wants to be you, Joe. It's going to be so refreshing to deal with your original bullshit instead of this derivative stuff. [Marissa turns her head and looks down at her own ass.] Marissa: And thanks for noticing that I strike no resemblance to John Tenta at all. I see the similarities between the two of you, though. Petrow: How did you find out about my sumo career? [Marissa looks pointedly at Petrow's midsection. Was Marissa about to make a dead joke? The two old enemies stare at each other for a long time. There's a real charge in the air. An honest to goodness electricity. Then, unexpectedly, Petrow seems to back down?] Petrow: Yeah...you might be right. I mean, the airline wouldn't let me bring my Bulldog Brown table...the damned thing FOLDS up, I could've slid it right under my chair! And then they take my cow right out of the parking lot! METHANE restrictions, like I was really gonna detonate the cow in the ring!? So now I've gotta go out to that killing box with NO weapon at all! But wait a minute .....you brought that muhfuh Dirt Dog back [Petrow gets his mojo back, and claps his hands with glee!] You must have that whole damned Age of Rage with you again! You're gonna rub Shadoe and Derek's shoulders, stick your tongue down their throats, get them all wild and intense, and then that deus ex machina will go out and kick the crap out of everyone else, just like the good old days! Then that drunken bum will stumble over the top rope, and it'll be just you and me! Hey, don't worry girl, before I dump you, I'll sell for that weak-assed, unbelievable offense of yours, and make you look like the champ you'll never be! [Marissa touches her hand to her chest and bats her eyelashes in her best imitation of a Southern Belle.] Marissa: Really, Joe? You would do that for me? Wow, you're definitely treating me so specially. Joe Petrow doesn't do anything for anybody but himself. I'm soooo pleased that you would grace me with your presence in _my_ ring. [Marissa composes herself. She stands up straight and looks Petrow dead in the eye. She pauses for a long moment before she steps forward and kisses Petrow on the scarred, bruised forehead of his.] Marissa: Does that count as us reminiscing about old times? Seriously, Joe. How have you been? [Petrow looks up at the ceiling, a little bit stunned.] Petrow: Hey, thanks. I didn't see that up there. [The camera pans up to the ceiling, showing a sprig of mistletoe still hanging from the ceiling. Back to the action, where Marissa seems momentarily confused about how that magically appeared before remembering who she was talking to.] Petrow: But you know what? It doesn't matter how I've been, it only matters how I'm gonna be. Because now I understand what you're trying to tell me.. "Stop bitching about your surroundings. You are Joe F'n Petrow, *you* are a lethal weapon, and if you can seduce a chair-wielding, blood-thirsty glamazon like me, then you can do *anything*!" And I thank you for reminding me about that! Oh, and, um, by the way.... [This time Petrow shyly points directly at the camera, and Marissa turns to look in its direction. The camera in turn does a 180, and briefly focuses on a slightly ajar door labeled "BROOM CLOSET", before turning back to focus on the odd couple. Marissa does her best bug-eyed "tell me you did not just suggest what I think you suggested" expression, while Petrow, in a manner that nobody has ever seen before, turns beet red, looking down towards the ground while speaking softly.] Petrow: You, um...care to, um...take a spin on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride? Marissa: Well, I suppose it is Christmas, isn't it. [She pauses, considering what it is she that she is about to do before she crooks her finger towards Joe and leads him towards the BROOM CLOSET. She stands by the door, gesturing for Joe to take the final step. She is, after all, a woman, and this act of adultery requires her to at least be able to say that she wasn't the one who initiated it. Joe opens the door and a figure leaps out to plant one squarely on his lips, tackling him to the ground. There's a couple problems with this scenario. Firstly the figure licking all over Joe Petrow is bears almost absolutely no resemblance to a woman at all. Not from the messy braids, to the tattered wifebeater to the workbooted feet. Secondly, this figure has almost absolutely seen better days. Those days were in Portland in 1997 when he was world known as the "Dirt Dog" Unique Allah. The dog humps Joe's leg while raving over and over "Yeah, muhfuh, I SCREWED YOU AGAIN! I'M OUTTA JAIL! MUHFUH, I'M OUTTA JAIL!] [HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Marissa: Dirt Dog, heel. [Unique isn't so obedient so Marissa has to drag him off by the scruff of his neck. Unique's eyes are bloodshot and we can see the eggnog stains crusting the corners of his mouth and down the front of his shirt.] DDUA: Aw c'mon, 'riss ... (BURP) ... let me lick the snowman, please! I love me some vanilla ice cream! Marissa: You know he has a penis, right? DDUA: Bitch, I said I was outta jail. [The statement makes Marissa shiver. Everyone watching is hoping that bulge in his jean shorts is from a 40 oz beer stuffed down there. The bulge is otherwise very impressive and horrifically disturbing. Really, is it a JPC promo?] Petrow: You people are crazy!! [A disgusted Petrow stops only to resume Beethoven's "The Death March" on his iPod before stalking out of the shot. Marissa and Dirt Dog watch Petrow leave. Dirt Dog is panting as Marissa scratches at his beard, pausing more than occasionally to flick something away in disgust.] Marissa: Good boy, Dirt Dog. DDUA: Yo, you gonna let me bury my bone? Marissa: Win the battle royal and we'll get you one of the last Times Square hookers left. DDUA: (eyes bugging) YEAH MUHFUHS! MERRY CHRISTMAS! [Fade back to the broadcast table] Jack: Well Ladies and Gentlemen, what an historic night this has been. Three titles decided and strong wrestling matches, some of the best we've ever seen. But in and amid SPW's controlled chaos tonight we show that the next generation of pain and violence, and true sports competition comes to a full head as the most intense Superstars in all of wrestling gear up to prove exactly why they are here in Shootfire, to be the absolute, unquantifiable best. 30 of the most aggressive, chaotic and destructive athletes will do battle for the chance at winning the grand prize, the biggest acclaim SPW has to offer! Sean: "Sychosys" Joe Petrow coming back to wrestling after being retired for ten years. Wrestling Legend Luke Kinsey competing in this match, arguably one of if not the best pro wrestler of all time. "Violent" Victor Frost gave up his Fusion Title as he wants to be Champion, and then you have the homegrown talent like Vile Vince Viper, Marissa Monet, James O'Connor, Team EGO the World Tag Team Champs. And the new generation of Shayne Grissom, Rich Patterson, Chance Fortuna, Spooky Doom, future Hall of Famers perhaps in their own right, the talent in this thing just so insane and so intense, as you said, it is anyone's game, it is the luck of the draw, it is a fight I know I can't wait for, and neither can these fans in Times Square. Jim: Let's shut our faces and get to the CARNAGE then shall we!? Romans be damned, let's have it out for the Bring Your Own Weapon Rumble Match! Start the insanity oh I loves it, Set the World on FIRE!! ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | world heavyweight title shot | | | | | | | | BRING YOUR OWN WEAPON RUMBLE | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| [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. Times Square 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 A 30 MAN OVER THE TOP ROPE BRING YOUR OWN WEAPONS RUMBLE!! THE WINNER IS THE LAST MAN STANDING! INTRODUCING FIRST, THIS IS "SUGAR!!" SHAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYNE GRISSSOM!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT!! [Multi-colored lights shine throughout the arena as "Entrance of the Gladiators" plays over the PA. For those of you who don't know, "Entrance of the Gladiators" is the song that is played at like every circus ever. Only this version is a much darker, slightly slower, more menacing version. Like a... whimsical frolic through the ninth circle of Hades.] *hum the tune, you know you want to* [The curtains part and Beelzebozo comes out from the back. he is in full clown gear, garishly colored clothes, complete with a huge shock of red hair and big floppy shoes. His face is painted white, with black and red ornamentations around the eyes and mouth. he is dragging a large sack with him to ringside, and taunting people as he makes his way to the ring.] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Beelzebozo finishes his walk to the ringside area, climbing into the ring he drops his sack of toys next to the stairs, where he can get at it during the match. Reaching inside, he takes a huge oversize purple mallet, the kind used in the old cartoons. Rolling in, he then does a little clownish dancing, waiting for the match to begin. Shayne Grissom stands with hands on hips, staring down the dancing clown as he has never seen anything like this before. The fans in Times Square are cheering as Beelzebozo shucks and jives his way to the center of the ring.] Stone: ...IN THE RING AT THIS TIME, FROM LUCIFER'S THREE RING CIRCUS! HE WEIGHS IN AT 253 POUNDS! HE IS BEEEEEEEEEEELZEBOZO, The CLOWN FROM HELL!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Beelzebozo with a giant oversize, cartoonish mallet and I can't imagine ever seeing an athlete quite like the Clown from Hell rolling inside but I do suppose the way paved for him in Shootfire Pro Wrestling by Jester Chad Allen. Beelzebozo is here in SPW and "Sugar" Shayne Grissom, numbers two and one respectively can they make it to outlast the 30th entrant? Jim: I don't know hey wait a second, where is Shayne Grissom's weapon? He doesn't appear to have one what does he think he can win this via his bare hands? Sean: Grissom has a lot to prove, to himself and the fans of SPW and it would appear that he does not have an interest in wrestling with a weapon at all, he is a pro wrestler first and foremost and he now has to contend with a well-armed Clown from Hell, our entire team of Referees surrounding the ringside as Shane Dreamer calls for the bell, here we go! *DING DING DING!* [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Beelzebozo sliding around- and he runs charging at Shayne! [Grissom ducks the wild swipe and spins to snap the jab right into the painted clown! Beezelbozo staggers but kicks Shayne in the guts, and swings the mallet back around again! Shayne pulls back clutching his stomach as the hammer misses his face, and Beelzebozo charges in to toss Grissom right overhead with the back body drop! Shayne hits the mat as the clown leaps through the air and slams the diving fistdrop right into Grissom's chest!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GRISSOM rolling over and hurting, trying to sit up!! The clown twirling the hammer over and spikes it DOWN at Shayne's chest! Sean: HE CAUGHT IT!! And holding it tight BEELZEBOZO stomps his FACE!! [The crowds are booing as the clown dances away, hands up in the sky as he does a pirouette. Shayne rolls over, chucking the hammer as he rubs his face in pain. Sitting up, he glares out in heated revulsion and pounds the mat in fury. The clown returns to lock the head for the spinning neckbreaker and Grissom picks him up to spike the atomic drop! The fans cheer and Shane decks Beelzebozo with the monster clothesline!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: NAILED HIM!! Grissom in control! Grabbing the hair- and the Wig comes off?! Jim: Beelzebozo slugging into Shayne! And runs him back into the corner, Grissom with the arms from under and HEADBUTTS into the Clown!! Jack Beelzebozo stumbling back, Shayne Grissom kicks him hard and grabbing his shoulder, sends him right into the top turnbuckle! Oh! And Shayne now going to grab his foot, looking to toss him from the Rumble! Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT!! DIRT DOG UNIQUE ALLAH!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: What the heck is this guy all about! [The Dirt Dog runs down the aisle, charging for the ring as the fans are cheering! DDUA charges and slides right in, barking as he does and the fans start barking back! Grissom turns and swings the punch as DDUA leaps right at him! Shayne crashes back into the buckles, smashing Beelzebozo in the process! Grissom staggers out as DDUA takes Grissom right over with the armdrag, Shayne staggering up as Dirt Dog spits a spray of blinding liquid right into his face!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Well that's his weapon!! Shayne Grissom falling over himself, completely blinded! And DDUA now barking out- BEELZEBOZO with the Sleeperhold on Dirt Dog from behind! Jim: He calls that the Whiskey Lullaby! And Dirt Dog fighting back with elbows to the head!! Kicks to the leg! Elbows to the ribs! Well, years of fighting off attacks in the State Pen I guess has got to make the man prepared. Jack: Dirt Dog Unique Allah fighting off like crazy, and kicking and swinging- Shayne Grissom just trying to wipe the crap off his face, Beelzebozo rammed into the corner he will not let go! The clown from hell has the barking convict in the Whiskey Lullaby as the blue chipper having a hard time getting the deadly venom spray off from his eye sockets! Jim: And we are up for Emmy Consideration this year, in case the Academy is watching. Sean: Grissom wiping the mess from his face as Stone: AND COMING DOWN TO THE RING NEXT!! CHANCE FORTUNA!! ["Don't tell me that it's over" by Gym Class Heroes begins to play as the audience roars!!! From out of the back, New York City Native "Lucky" Chance Fortuna charges through the curtains yelling out!! The fans in Times Square are rocking as Chance shouts out, swinging his huge arms at the cheering crowd and yelling right back! He points to the ring and breaks into a run full speed as Beelzebozo has Dirt Dog Unique Allah against the ropes, and Shayne Grissom wipes the mask of black off his face. He turns around to see Fortuna springing off the top rope and taking him down with the massive rolling clothesline!] [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CHANCE INTO GRISSOM!! AND CHARGING THE CORNER!! Sean: DROPKICKS INTO THE CLOWN!! THE DIRT DOG FOR HIS HEAD! [Chance leaps into the air to catch the arm, and executes a mid-air armdrag takeover!! The fans roar out as DDUA rolls up to his feet just as Shayne Grissom takes him over with a rollup, locking the legs as he turns around into the giant swing and falls backwards to catapult Dirt Dog straight over the top rope!!] [FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: WOW! DIRT DOG HANGING ON!! Shayne turning around FORTUNA with the LUCKY STRIKE KICK RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE!! ***CRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** [FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Chance Fortuna electrifying the fans here in Times Square as he taunts the crowd and gets the crowd going nuts! [Chance goes to the ropes and yells out as Beelzebozo crawls out of the ring to go for his sack of toys. Fortuna returns back to the center of the ring as Dirt Dog Unique Allah rolls back inside the ring, crawling up and Chance takes him right into the corner, throwing punches as Dirt Dog hammers back!] Sean: What is Chance's weapon, does he even have one! Jack: I don't know what it is, and Shayne Grissom coming over to attack Chance from behind-- Sean: CHANCE DUCKS A SHOT! AND DIRT DOG SPITS MIST IN SHAYNE GRISSOM'S FACE AGAIN!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ACK! And Lucky Chance with inside uppercuts to the stomach and guts, tenderizing the big man! Head and bangs it into Dirt Dog Unique Allah! Stone: AND INTRODUCING DARKSIDE CLYDE!!! [From out of the back, The Black Mass member walks alongside Steve Liermann who is carrying a tire iron. Darkside Clyde is wearing his "Praise the Violence" T-Shirt and black wrestling tights, as he bows up and gets motivated, the harsh german in his ear and barking down at him to kick some ass. Clyde nods as Liermann hands him the iron, and Darkside charges down the aisle as the fans are booing out! Clyde charges down the aisle as DDUA slugs into Chance, beating him back! Darkside climbs up and steps inside the ring, charging to swing the iron and cracks Chance Fortuna across the back!] Jack: CLYDE INTO CHANCE!! Sean: Fortuna knocked stumbling! And Clyde with the tire iron to swing at Dirt Dog catches the arm, rolling backwards and triangle choke right out of the armbar!? Holy -I did not know he was capable of that! Jim: Dirt Dog surprisingly good at wrestling, he has a huge history with Joe Petrow and of course Marissa Monet, but everyone misses that because DDUA is so completely unorthadox. Jack: Darkside Clyde caught in the Triangle Choke!! And trying to muscle up!? Trying to power out! Darkside Clyde trying to lift all 253 pounds of Dirt Dog Unique Allah around and SHAYNE GRISSOM OFF THE ROPES AND HITS THE MASSIVE LARIAT!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Darkside knocked out as Dirt Dog keeps the choke locked on! Grissom over as what's this!? [The camera goes to the corner to see Beelzebozo sitting with a bottle of whiskey, chugging away as he's lost in his own little world. Chance Fortuna paces around, challenging Grissom to bring it on and Shayne scowls, circling around as both lock right up! Fortuna goes to power Grissom back as Shayne puts on the brakes and shoves back hard, neither man wanting to give up any ground at all.] Jack: Five men in, and Chance Fortuna and Shayne Grissom battling for position, as Dirt Dog Unique Allah has Darkside Clyde trapped in the triangle armbar choke, and the Clown From Hell is, well he's went and got himself a bottle of whiskey as he's sitting in the corner. Jim: Interesting strategy. Well, you have to understand with his history of alcohol abuse and the fact that HE'S A FREAKIN EVIL CLOWN we cannot expect any sane sort of offensive plan. Sean: Yeah, that is true, I think Jester set the bar too high for that in SPW. Hmm. Jack: Clyde about passed out, I don't know how he can even stay in consciousness, not after that wallop of a shot from Shayne Grissom. Grissom swinging Fortuna into the ropes, and now trying to force him out but Chance with such a low center of gravity, he is dead set on fighting to avoid being shoved out! However Shayne did not come to SPW to be tossed by the Lucky Man, and he has the man up into the air, trying to get him over the top rope as his fans looking on in concern- Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT!!!! SAAAAAAAAAM DERRRRRINNNGER!!! [From out of the back, Sam Deringer walks out in blue jeans and cowboy boots, and holding up a length of thick rope with a cowbell right in the middle! The fans cheer out as Deringer makes his way down the aisle, hefting the thick rope over his shoulder as he strolls for the ring. The Times Square crowds are popping as Sam slides inside and charges up to swing the rope out, and taking the rope around, loops it over Shayne's hed and drags him back away from the side, turning around to drop Grissom with the hangman's neckbreaker!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH! Nailed him! And what can you tell us about Sam Deringer? Sean: Trained into wrestling by cruiserweight legend Devon Case, a good old fashioned solid cowboy work ethic as this blue collar grappler has just taken down Shayne Grissom, albeit from behind. Jim: Still, one has to wonder if he is a spot monkey like his mentor. Sean: Deringer dragging Shayne across the ring by the rope, as Chance Fortuna heading over and throws the STOMP into Dirt Dog Unique Allah! OH! Jack: And Chance now charging the ropes, and comes off baseball SLIDE right into DDUA's HEAD!! Nailed him good! Sean: Chance Fortuna just saved Darkside Clyde, and now into the air, LANDS THE SENTON INTO THE DIRT DOG!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Took out both men! [Beelzebozo cheers from his corner, raising his whiskey bottle in salute. Shayne Grissom is starting to fight back, crawling arm over arm with Deringer still pulling on the rope! Sam moves in, shortening the rope to swing it overhead and bang down across Grissom's back with the cowbell, in his spine!] **DDDDING!!!!!!!!** Jack: OHH! And Grissom shouting out in pain, as Chance taking Darkside up and pointing to the fans! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND FORTUNA GOES AND RUNS DARKSIDE OUT! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: THE FIRST ELIMINATION OF THE MATCH!! Jim: CHANCE FORTUNA CELEBRATING! HE FLASHES BLUE STEEL! [WOMEN POP!] Jack: BUT DIRT DOG SMASHES HIM WITH THE TIRE IRON!! [MEN CHEER!!!!] [The fans roar immediately as Dirt Dog drops Chance Fortuna as Referees cart Darkside away! Dirt Dog Unique Allah shouts out, barking to the fans as he flexes, Chance Fortuna crawling up in great pain. Sam Deringer beats into Shayne Grissom in the corner, and swings the fist but Shayne takes the shot across the skull and stands tall! Deringer looks surprised and Grissom runs him over with the clothesline!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GRISSOM has had enough!! And Deringer up SHAYNE KICKS HIM IN THE GUT AND STUNNER!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH MY GOD! AND DIRT DOG ALLAH WITH THE TIRE IRON! Jim: GRISSOM DUCKS IT!! DDUA TURNING AROUND SHAYNE HITS THE STUNNER!!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Shayne Grissom has had enough! He is celebrating with the fans in Shootfire Pro Wrestling! Now looking to put someone away and earn his first elimination of the night! Sean: AND GRISSOM GRABS UP SAM DERINGER! AND SUPLEXING HIM INTO THE AIR! [Shayne holds Sam straight upside down, letting the blood drain down, and landing him on his shoulder runs to smash Deringer into the buckles then turns to dive the Oklahoma Slam right into the center of the ring! The audience pops as Shayne looks up, hearing their cheers and yanking Sam Deringer up, runs and chucks him straight over the top rope! Sam hits the apron and flips right over to smash into the ringside mats!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: SAM DERINGER IS ELIMINATED! Jack: Shayne Grissom has one elimination to his cause, as does "Lucky" Chance Fortuna! ["FAME" By David Bowie kicks up over the PA System! From out of the back, smoke begins to pour out onto the stage as flashing strobelights circle and focus on the black curtains in the entryway...] Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT, ONE HALF OF THE SPW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORRRLLLLD... REPRESENTING TEAM EEEEEGO!! OWEN CAAAAGE!!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OWEN CAGE CHARGING OUT HERE!!! Jim: With Miss Jasmine and Shane Diamond joining him out on stage! Owen Cage looking ready to go -what's that!? His forearm guard is WRAPPED in glass shards!? A TAIPEI FOREARM GUARD!! Jack: WHOA! AND HERE COMES CAGE, RUNNING AT THE RING!! [Owen charges and leaps to slide halfway inside! Shayne turns and Owen slings the flying forearm right at him! Grissom tosses him into the air and Owen hits the falling dropkick, wowing the fans! Shayne goes stumbling all the way back into the ropes, as Owen Cage charges and throws the monster forearm shot! Grissom sidesteps to toss Owen clear over the side as Cage skins the cat to stay alive!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OWEN ALMOST TOSSED OUT!! And Shayne on him as Cage on the apron, Grissom reaching over the side and punching into the World's Tag Champ, beating him down and can he do it!? Can he eliminate Owen Cage! Jack: Oh, what a feather in the cap that would surely be!! Owen Cage hanging on, in dire straits as Shayne Grissom now trying to kick him down! Jim: Cage almost lost it right there, but you know there's nothing more he'd love to have than a title shot if he can survive this!! [Chance sits up, and Beelzebozo offers him a whiskey shot. Chance turns his face to see the Clown from Hell lounging it up in the corner, and backhands the bottle out of his hands!! The whiskey goes to the floor as the audience cheers and Beelzebozo lunges at Chance Fortuna's neck!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Alcohol abuse!! Jack: Well, he may be too young to drink. Jim: Even so you don't knock a bottle out of an alcoholic's hand!! And Beelzebozo pounding into Chance Fortuna it's all the Lucky Man can do to get up the block! Sean: Owen Cage wrapped around the middle rope as Shayne Grissom kicking him, DIRT DOG FROM BEHIND TOSSING SHAYNE OVER THE SIDE!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GRISSOM HANGING ON! AND DIRT DOG BEATING INTO HIM!! Jim: Dirt Dog Unique Allah with the kick into Shayne Grissom, now stepping on his chest to push him out! And Owen Cage rolling back inside the ring. [Cage rises up and wraps the glass covered forearm guard in under Dirt Dog's neck, wrapping in the Cagelock as the fans go wild! Owen strains to choke DDUA out, who spins and smashes backwards, rocking Cage up against the turnbuckle pads!] Jack: Owen again trapped but he will not let go! Jim: And Shayne Grissom just escapes departure- Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT!! MAAAAAAAAAARRRDUK! THE MAGNIFICENT!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [From out of the back, the world class bodybuilder with golden locks storms out, clutching his SWAT Backyard Title in hand! The fans pop as Marduk the Magnificent makes his SPW debut, flexing huge as he yells out to the capacity crowd! Marduk roars out, storming down the steel ramp as the fans are impressed by his awesome physique. The title belt brandished in his hand, Marduk marches down the aisle as Dirt Dog hits the jumping DDT on Owen Cage!] Jack: And never before have we seen this man in SPW. Marduk the Magnificent, actual relation to Vile "Vince" Viper himself, but the scarring on his face at the hands of the original SPW World Champion "Flaming" Bob! Jim: Wow now there's a blast from the past. And Marduk climbing the steps, up he goes and into the ring as the fans are taking to this brash athletic superstar, for some reason his career however the polar opposite of his brother's as Marduk was the last SWAT: Backyard Champion before that promotion was bought out and canceled, thereby saving whatever shred of decency this sport has left. Sean: Marduk going right for Beelzebozo and takes him up! And now Chance Fortuna!! AND HE BANGS THEM BOTH TOGETHER!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Meeting of the minds and MARDUK CHARGING AND THROWS THEM BOTH OVER THE SIDE!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: BEELZEBOZO AND FORTUNA HANGING ON!! MARDUK CHARGING! Jack: DIRT DOG GETS IN HIS FACE!! Sean: MARDUK SLAMS THE CLOTHESLINE AND FLIPS UNIQUE ALLAH! HOLY - HE FLIPPED HIM IN MID-AIR!!!! [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Owen Cage getting up, Marduk in and GORILLA PRESSES Cage up into the air!! Sean: Shayne Grissom into the midsection, and trying to pull up a leg! Marduk was going to toss Cage right over the side but "Sugar" Shayne hanging on, holding the leg as Owen Cage now, banging into Marduk's face with the taipei forearm guard! Jim: Oh I don't know if that mask of calloused skin can even feel pain! Marduk DUMPING CAGE RIGHT ON GRISSOM! [Chance Fortuna and Beelzebozo are kicking at each other as both sway, both fighting to knock the other to the floor as the Referees surround, waiting for one of them to drop. Swearing, Beelzebozo kicks into Chance and then handwalks away as Fortuna swings back and gets a leg up onto the apron, ducking to roll inside. He gets up right as Marduk crashes him back against the corner!] Jack: OH!! Marduk the Magnificent holding up the SWAT: Backyard title belt and shoving it in Chance's face, pushing him backwards as he shouts down into the Luchadore's face!! Just punishing Chance Fortuna as he is forcing him into the air! Jim: Beelzebozo rolling right back inside, and now crawling up to help Marduk in eliminating Chance!! Sean: INTRODUCING NEXT!! THE SPECTRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The fans pop as the PVW wrestler steps out of the back, covered in a dark cloak as he peers out, grimacing with shining eyes. At 6 foot 4, 275 pounds, The Spectre brandishes a barbed wire baseball bat! The fans pop as Spectre points towards the ring with snarling teeth, his razor sharp fingernails brandished and he heads down the aisle to go right for the ring. Spectre charges as inside the ring, Chance Fortuna is halfway over the side, hanging on in desperation!] Sean: Chance almost out! Marduk shoving him, he is much stronger and Beelzebozo with the assist as Owen Cage and Shayne Grissom brawling it out in the far side, The SPECTRE sliding in and Dirt Dog Unique Allah on him over and ready to pounce!! Jack: DDUA beating on The Spectre who is fighting to get up! Spectre with the barbed wire baseball bat and slams the edge right into Dirt Dog's stomach! And cutting into the flesh!! Jim: OHH!! Spectre putting the hurt on! And Dirt Dog suffering, SPECTRE SMASHING THE BAT ACROSS HIS BRAINS!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DIRT DOG DOWN AND BLEEDING BUSTED OPEN!! The Spectre on his face and gripping it up, now biting and gnawing into the open flesh wound! Oh good lord this man is sick!?! [The fans are cheering as The Spectre bites into Dirt Dog, trying to pull his head open as DDUA yells and fights, struggling to strain and get up. Owen irish whips Shayne around to send him running at the ropes and as Grissom comes back, Cage slaps on the Cagelock! The crowd pops as Shayne fights to get out, the glass shards cutting into his neck!] Jack: This is where the time starts to really get to the competitors in this match. Jim: The time, and the GIANT GLASS SHARDS IN THEIR THROAT. Sean: Spectre carving Dirt Dog up, as Marduk noticing Beelzebozo and double choke right into the air!! Marduk the Magnificent needs no help in vanquishing foes, evil clowns from hell or no! Jim: ...And we were also up for the People's Choice Awards. Kinda snubbed, at the People's Choice Awards.... Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT!! JOHNNY PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ["No Jesus Christ" by Seether kicks up as Pain walks out, yelling as he's swinging a tonfa back and forth! Johnny yells out and walks down the aisle, pointing out and slapping hands as he makes his way down towards the ring. Wearing a "Code of Honor" T-Shirt, Pain reaches ringside and springs to land on the apron with one jump! The audience pops as Johnny works the crowd and jumps in over the side! He goes right at The Spectre and swings the tonfa out to smash Spectre right off of Dirt Dog Unique Allah!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Clubbed him right across the head! Spectre is down and Johnny yelling at him, now charging and TAKES OUT The back of Marduk's leg!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Marduk hurting! Shayne Grissom SNAPMARES his way out of the Cagelock, you got to be kidding me! Owen over and discus forearm shot, Shayne ducks underneath and picking up Cage hits the back suplex! Owen driven right down on his shoulders! Shayne Grissom holding his throat, how do any of these guys do this! Sean: Beelzebozo getting up and JOHNNY CRACKS HIM WITH THE TONFA!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Beelzebozo going down. Pain a monster with that thing, and now challenging Shayne Grissom, saying pick up a weapon and face him! Jack: Grissom won't do it! But Pain won't attack him without a weapon-- Shayne shouting at him to face him like a man! [Chance Fortuna is slinging in punches to Marduk in the corner as The Spectre is slowly coming to. Pain yells again for Grissom to get up and take a weapon as Owen Cage has the tire iron, and tosses it to Shayne! Shayne throws it right at him and Pain charges Grissom, swinging the tonfa at his head but Grissom dodges, catches the uranage and spikes the backbreaker! Johnny Pain rolls around as Owen kicks into Shayne! He steps up and grabbing the headscissors takes Grissom clear over!] Jack: Owen Cage in control, Pain rolling over as Cage kicks the tonfa clear out of the ring! Owen laughing SPECTRE JUMPS RIGHT ON HIM!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Cage with the forearm guard up as Spectre trying to bite right through him! Grissom pulling up Pain and armwringer into the short arm no front facelock and DDT!! Jack: Pain is down as Shayne Grissom heading over to help Chance Fortuna and Beelzebozo, both have Marduk the Magnificent up in the corner, against the ropes!! Can they eliminate the final SWAT: Backyard Champion! Jim: I'm gonna say on paper a backyarder shouldn't even be in this match. What, we couldn't find an apartment wrestler to fill a slot? Trina Michaels wasn't free? Sean: Three Superstars trying to get Marduk the Magnificent over the side and Marduk instead, firing away as he beats and punches into Fortuna! Into Shayne! And now into Beelzebozo as he fights like mad to stay in this match! Jack: Putting up one heck of a fight is the truly Magnificent Marduk, can anyone get this man out of the ring - ["Vile Vince Viper's theme music v3.5" kicks up over the PA System as the fans scream!!] Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT, FROM BUCHAREST ROMANIA, VILE! VINCE! VIIIIIIIPERRR!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ALRIGHT!! [The curtains part as a plethora of midgets walk out, tossing rose petals and then they realize Viper's no longer God and they leave. Vile Vince Viper walks out in a black suit with fighting gloves on, a crimson red shirt and thin black tie. The Devil You Know looks around smirking, as the fans cheer out like crazy!! Forsaking his godhood for an exclusive Shootfire contract, VVV surveys the audience in Times Square and stares through heavy yellow eyes. His black hair slicked back, the ageless veteran nods as he makes his way down the steel ramp for the ring. Inside the squared circle, Marduk is pacing as he can't wait to get his hands on his brother Vile!] Jack: Imagine the Thanksgivings in this family. Marduk wanting to rip Vile's head from his shoulders and CHANCE FORTUNA attacking Marduk from behind! Sean: MARDUK GRABS AND HEADBUTTS HIM SENSELESS!! Jim: Not even noticing Chance who's now down and counting the billboards. Shayne Grissom taking Chance up and going to try to eliminate him- Vile Vince Viper approaching the ring and Marduk charging right for him! In comes Vile and his brother wrapping him up! [Marduk shouts in agonizing pain and releases as barbed wires spikes have been sewn into Viper's reinforced jacket! VVV kicks him with steel toed boots, right in the shin and sends a sharp knuckled fist right into his head! The fans are roaring as Viper takes Marduk to the ropes, beginning to open him up with a series of spiked brass knuckles and as the big man is swaying, Viper shouts and waves as Beelzebozo, Johnny Pain and Dirt Dog Unique Allah all help him get his brother up- and they shove him right over the side!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND THEY ALL PUT MARDUK THE MAGNIFICENT OUT! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Oh! Marduk furious! But the Referees keeping him back, he wants back in! VVV marshaling the troops to get his big little brother out of there!! Big little, or is it Little Big? Sean: Vile Vince Viper waving his arm and saluting- and now EVERYONE ATTACKING HIM!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: As a legend and Hall of Famer twice over, VVV has to be the odds on favorite in that ring! The Spectre charging and slams right into Vile! OHH! He took the spikes in his thigh! Vile on Spectre, grappling a sleeperhold as he uses Spectre as a human shield, Pain decking Spectre and Chance Fortuna irish whipping Shayne Grissom no GRISSOM reversing, Chance flung right into Spectre who catches and slams Fortuna like a pancake! Jim: Owen Cage getting up, Dirt Dog taking him to the ropes!! Beelzebozo and DDUA hefting Cage over, they might just get the World Tag Team Champ over!!! Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT! SHAAAAAAAAANNNE DIIIIIAAAAMOND!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SHANE! SHANE DIAMOND AND HE'S RUNNING DOWN!! Jim: OWEN CAGE IS HALFWAY OVER THE TOP!! [Shane Diamond is running the ring and in his hands he carries a Snuggie! Owen is upside down, hanging on backwards as Dirt Dog and the Clown From Hell have Cage almost out- and Shane dives right in to slide and pop up to hit the double axe right into the back of DDUA! Pulling Beelzebozo around, Diamond nails a european uppercut that sends the felon to the mat. Diamond yanks Owen back into the ring and Cage almost hits him until he realizes who it is.] Jack: Talk about drawing a lucky number, Shane and Owen in the ring at the exact same time and now Team EGO must be a huge threat!! The Tag Team Champs of the World sure to be working as a unit and yes! They are now charging and DOUBLE DROPKICK INTO SHAYNE GRISSOM!! Jim: But a SNUGGIE. He brought a Snuggie! Who brings a Snuggie? Jim: Chance Fortuna getting up-- TEAM EGO AND TOTAL ELIMINATION!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Owen yelling out as Spectre snapmaring Vile into Pain, and Team EGO run to attack The Spectre! Punching and kicking into the wild man, beating him back into the ropes the World Tag Champions might be too much for the violent athlete! Jack: Good luck! Beelzebozo reaching over the side, and he pulls up a slide whistle!? Jim: How did he get that weapon so easily!? His sack of magic toys still at ringside and what the hell is he going to do with a slide whistle! [Beelzebozo plays the slide whistle as The Spectre latches onto both necks of Shane and Owen- and Beelzebozo blows the whistle down as Spectre nails the double chokeslam on Team EGO!!] Sean: Remind me never to vacation in parts unknown. I love it. Jim: Winner gets a World Title Shot of his choice, and wait a second that makes no sense. Jack: AND BEELZEBOZO SPIKES SPECTRE IN THE EYE WITH HIS WHISTLE!! [Spectre goes staggering as Vile Vince Viper throws out the forked hand to send the fingers right into Spectre's eyes and throat!! The audience is roaring as Spectre goes down to the Satan's Strut, and VVV goes to drag the man up and throw him out as Beelzebozo plays his whistle again. Shayne Grissom runs Chance Fortuna into the far corner, battling in with a series of punishing elbows. Chance is being battered as Dirt Dog Unique Allah charges in as Shayne sidesteps and Chance moves! DDUA hits the ringpost, staggering back as Shayne and Chance go to toss him out but Johnny Pain runs into both with a monstrous double clothesline!!] Jack: Vile and the Clown from Hell with Spectre halfway over, Johnny Pain now taking DDUA over the side as Shayne and Chance each with a leg, man they're about to toss Dirt Dog to his doom! Jim: HE- ["Doubledrive Track 1" kicks up over the PA System as wrestling Legend Luke Kinsey walks out of the back! The audience screams out in cheering, jubilant celebration as the Icon himself makes his way out onto the stage, in blue jeans and a white "Kinsey F.X." T-Shirt, he surveys the ring as he rubs his gristled chin and nods, slowly making a point as to who he wants to go after. Turning back inside, Kinsey reaches through the curtain and takes up a good old fashioned Louisville Slugger baseball bat. The fans are cheering out as the Legend makes his way down the aisle, swinging the bat for the skyscrapers as Times Square roars on all sides.] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: The Future Hall of Famer and former World's Champion on his way, I have to say HE is the odds on favorite to win this match! Oh as the numbers draw higher, the talent just keeps stacking up, Kinsey on his way to the ring and trust me all of the SPW boys would love to go toe to toe with the Icon if nothing else just for the chance at saying they did! "KINSEY!!!" "KINSEY!!!" "KINSEY!!!" "KINSEY!!!" Jim: The big stars of course turning out for this battle royal and Kinsey rolling in as Vile Vince Viper has The Spectre halfway over the side, Kinsey WITH THE BAT RIGHT INTO BEELZEBOZO!! Sean: OHH!! And the Clown is Down! Jim: AND NOW WITH VIPER'S LEG!! AND LUKE KINSEY JUST TOSSES VILE AND SPECTRE RIGHT OVER THE SIDE! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: VILE HUNG ON! SPECTRE DID NOT!! Jack: LUKE KINSEY JUST ELIMINATED THE SPECTRE!! WOW!!! [Kinsey raises the baseball bat as officials, security and road agents have to move in to keep The Spectre out! Luke smiles as Owen Cage charges and Kinsey cracks him in the guts with the bat, and Shane Diamond leaps off Owen's back with the flying side leg lariat but Kinsey bats him right out of the air!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OHHH!!! Team EGO laid to waste! Johnny Pain charging, Kinsey DUCKS the powerline and BATS PAIN ACROSS THE SKULL!! [Johnny twists and collapses, half out! Chance Fortuna and Shayne Grissom look at each other, and both run at Kinsey but Chance puts on the brakes as Shayne goes for the baseball bat! He grabs it and rips it away but Kinsey lets go immediately and Shayne goes off step! Luke takes to the air as Grissom rights himself and Kinsey puts the knee right between his eyes!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** Jack: SHINING WIZARD INTO SHAYNE GRISSOM!! Jim: OH!! Luke turning around and sees Chance Fortuna! [Chance takes a step back, and as Kinsey retrieves his bat, Chance drops and rolls right out to the ground! The audience is booing like crazy but Fortuna wants no part of the Future Hall of Famer! Luke yells at him to get back in the ring and instead has to deal with a bloody Dirt Dog Unique Allah who mouths off in his face! Kinsey looks past DDUA as Chance heads around the ring, taking his time and Dirt Dog rips Luke around, talking trash as he gets right up in his face!!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Grissom crawling up, credit to the man he is still in this! Dirt Dog talking trash, telling Kinsey he ain't shit KINSEY SLAPS HIM!! ***SSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMACK!!!!!*** Sean: OHH!! Keep talkin like a bitch I'm gonna slap you like one! Dirt Dog can't believe it! Jim: SHAYNE UP BEHIND KINSEY!!! Jack: DIRT DOG SPITS THE MIST!!!!! Sean: AND KINSEY DUCKED SHAYNE GRISSOM GOT IT IN THE FACE AGAIN!!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The fans scream out as Shayne is beyond pissed! Kinsey is hammering fists and punches into Dirt Dog Unique Allah, beating him back across the ring towards the corner, as Shayne Grissom screams out enraged and Vile Vince Viper grabs him with a barbed wire laced chokehold from the side! Shayne ducks right in and hauls the veteran across his shoulders! Grissom is cursing and screaming as he spins around knocking Viper into Beelzebozo, into Diamond, into Cage, using the man as a weapon as he just keeps the airplane spin going, the audience rising to pop as Grissom drops Vile who falls right on his face, Shayne still spinning and falls down as the world moves around with him!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Shayne Grissom has had enough!! Jim: He's taken more shots to the face than a gonzo pornstar!! Jack: I can't believe it. Everyone is down as Kinsey has Dirt Dog up onto the top, trying to work the man over, man only live on SPW Pay Per View. Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT! JUNYA KONTANI!!! [Junya runs out of the back, charging down the aisle as the burly asian brawler heads for the ring with a head full of steam! In his hand he clutches the nunchakus and he rushes to slide in, popping up as Shayne kicks him in the guts and nails the Stunner right away!!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GRISSOM STUNNER TO KONTANI!! Shayne just able to see as Chance Fortuna! Chance: What. Jim: Chance Fortuna sitting here in the ringside table with us, Chance aren't you supposed to be up in the ring? Chance: No I'm not. Sean: Shayne Grissom beating into Owen Cage! And Shane Diamond with the arms from behind, Grissom rips up both legs and kicks Cage in the chest! And STUNNER ON SHANE DIAMOND!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: No, seriously, you're supposed to be in the ring. Chance: I'm on break. This match is too wild, I could get hurt in there man. The ladies, won't someone PLEASE Think of the ladies!! Sean: Luke KINSEY almost has Dirt Dog over the top!! He almost has him over but that man is hanging on with everything he has! What is he, part spider? I am shocked and very surprised that DDUA, Grissom, Beelzebozo and Chance have lasted for so long! [Johnny Pain is in the corner, and he is barely able to move, an arm over the side and he suddenly raises his arm, surprised to see a cheese grater in his hand. Pain looks at the weapon with a raised eyebrow, and then ducks to look over the side but sees no one except for Beelzebozo's magic bag of toys. Johnny sits up and rises, weakly with the cheese grater in hand and slowly gets back to his vertical base, as Shayne Grissom blocks the taipei forearm guard from Owen Cage and kicks but as he goes for the Stunner Cage shoves him off at Pain! Johnny wails him with the grater on the top of the head and Shayne slides down!] Jack: HARD SHOT from Pain! And Owen CAGE with the Spinning Heel Kick, right into Johnny and both men down! Chance: Idjits. Sean: WHY AREN'T YOU IN THE RING!?! Jack: Vile Vince Viper getting up and dragging Junya Kontani over, pummeling him, and now tenderizing him with fists!! 3 to the V in control as he chokes Kontani out against the second rope, throttling the life from him as Dirt Dog Unique Allah STILL wrapped around the cables! Try as he might Kinsey cannot get this man out! Jim: This ring packing up and Beelzebozo in the corner, Cage and Diamond regrouping, Kinsey beating on Dirt Dog, you've got Vile choking Junya, Shayne Grissom pulling for a breather and Johnny Pain retrieving that grater- Sean: And Chance Fortuna doing commentary, for some reason. Chance: BUYRATES! Fortuna equals ratings, don't ya know. Stone: AND COMING DOWN THE AISLE!! BRRRRRAAAAAAD! CUMMINGS!!! Chance: And the crowd goes mild. Jack: ONE HALF Of Hard Knocks U, making his way to down the aisle and talking trash as he comes, Brad who represented us in the DCWL's Ark of the Triocalypse, alongside James O'Connor and Juri, in his hands he carries a frying pan, well, okay with that. Chance: You know ratings would sink to an all-time low if Chance Fortuna wasn't on the broadcast. Sean: Will you get in the ring! Chance: Tag you're it. Jim: Go for it Sean, he tagged you in! Jack: Brad entering the ring, and right away running across the ring to grab onto Luke Kinsey, as he tries to pull him away and toss him! [Kinsey slams the forearm into Brad's face and smacks a huge kneelift! He sends Brad shoulder first, right into Dirt Dog! DDUA is still hanging on, wrapped in the ropes as Kinsey turns his focus to punching Cummings against the corner! The fans are cheering as Shayne Grissom moves to run and clotheslines Johnny Pain against the corner! Shane Diamond moves from across the ring to irish whip Owen Cage cross corner, Cage charging as Shayne moves and Owen Cage flies to slam the Avalanche into Pain! Owen drops for the mount as Diamond races and leaps to dropkick into Johnny!!] Jack: And Shayne throwing Diamond in the corner! And standing on the second rope to beat into Shane, throwing fist after fist as one hand wrapped around the top rope cable- Owen Cage into the thigh from behind! Cage and Diamond have Shayne Grissom, and DOUBLE TEAM POWERBOMB into the hard wrestling ring!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Chance: Epic Fail. Now why wouldn't they toss him out!? Sean: Beelzebozo reaching over the side, oh he has a, black bag!? What is in there!! Jim: How does he keep getting those things!! Jack: Luke Kinsey sending Brad Cummings at the corner and Beelzebozo leapfrogs clear over him! Kinsey staring at the Clown From Hell, he has never seen anything like Beelzebozo and THE CLOWN THROWS THE BAG AT HIM!! SHARDS OF GLASS! GLASS SHARDS, EVERYWHERE!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Kinsey turns away as glass fragments rain all across him, as Vile Vince Viper turns to see an opening and races past Beelzebozo, charging to send the rushing knee right into Kinsey to smash him into the ropes!! VVV rips him around and goes to toss Luke over the side but Kinsey gets an arm up to block, pushing away!] Jack: So much action going on that-- Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT!! #DOOOOOOM!# [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: D E A T H K N E L L ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ["Dies Irae" begins to play as the mighty DeathKnell walks out from the back, the audience is screaming!! The savage brute of a warrior is wearing his giant horned helmet, striding down the aisle in fur lined boots and pads, red hateful eyes hidden in the darkness of his burned, gristly visage that serves as his face. DeathKnell approaches closer like death looming near as everyone in the ring has noticed his arrival! Reaching the ring, DK climbs the stairs and walks the apron, pushing down as he steps in right over the top rope! Brad Cummings runs right at him and DeathKnell rips the man right up into the air, pressing him over his head!! The other wrestlers moving back, DeathKnell charges and launches Brad so far the man clears the ringside area and goes all the way into the fans!!!!] [MONSTROUS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: BRAD CUMMINGS IS OUT OF HERE!!! Jim: HE'S PRACTICALLY IN ORBIT!!! "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" "SPW!!!" Sean: SHAYNE GRISSOM CHARGING DK FROM BEHIND! SLAMS THE DOUBLE AXE!! Jack: DEATHKNELL TURNING AND TOSSING GRISSOM RIGHT OVER THE SIDE! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE HUNG ON! ONE LEG TOUCHES THE FLOOR! Jack: DEATHKNELL CHARGING AND EVERYONE MOVES! DEATHKNELL INTO JUNYA KONTANI AND HAS HIM BY THE NECK! UP AND CHOKESLAMS KONTANI INTO THE GLASS!!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM THIS MAN! Chance: THIS DUDE IS SIIICK! Jack: KONTANI A BLOODY MESS! AND DEATHKNELL HAULING HIM UP! KNEE INTO THE BACK AND SLAMS HIM FACEFIRST INTO THE GLASS!! OHHH! AND DK DRAGGING KONTANI UP- HE CLOTHESLINES HIM BACKWARDS OVER THE SIDE!!! THE MONSTER HAS STRUCK AGAIN!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND NOW LOOKING FOR HIS NEXT KILL! [Pain, Beelzebozo, Dirt Dog and Team EGO all drop and slide right outside the ring!! The fans are cheering out as Vile Vince Viper tries to push Luke Kinsey over the side, not even noticing DeathKnell is in the ring and on a rampage! Kinsey is kicking and punching to get back in, and DeathKnell reaches out his arms to rip VVV up into the air via his head!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENT!! "VIOLENT" VICTOR FROST!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Frost walks out of the back, in black sunglasses and a red "Praise the Violence" T-Shirt, the musclebound German wrestling machine eyeing the ring as he sees what's going on. His weapons of choice, are spiked soccer shoes! As DeathKnell tries to turn Vile's head into paste, he squeezes the man, allowing Kinsey the chance to save himself. Victor Frost strides down the aisle, being smart as trudges for the side, and rolling in, sneaks across the ring as the fans in Times Square are cheering! DeathKnell is crushing Vile Vince Viper and Frost spreads his arms, fingers flexing as he ducks inside, under DK's arm and pulls the massive man up on his shoulders to turn and land the Judgment Slam!!] ***WWHHHAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!*** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HE JUST LIFTED TWO MEN!!! AND ONE OF THEM THE SIZE OF A PLANET!!! [Frost rises, holding his back, and he screams out loud!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And business is definitely picking up! And here comes everyone back into the ring! They want a piece of DeathKnell and they're running to stomp him like vultures to carrion!! [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: It's all the big man can do to cover up! I can't believe it! Frost made the opening, he just powerlifted the mighty DeathKnell, right into the air! And now heading over LUKE KINSEY meets him with a fist to the face! Jim: And FROST answering back! Punching into the Legend as he beats him back! Victor Frost bows down for no man!! Sean: Not after that amazing show of strength! Frost in control! Jack: He entered this match after vacating the Fusion Title, specifically to go after that World Title Shot on the line and he will let no one stop him from acheiving what he feels is rightfully his! Victor Frost in it to win the whole matchup, case proven to point as he's duking it out with "Cool Hand" Luke Kinsey! Jim: Kinsey hammering back, believe me he knows "Violent" Victor Frost, another fellow UWF alumni from years ago, and he knows exactly what he is capable of! In fact, Frost left the UWF because he was seeking more competition! And he's bled the red and black colors of SPW ever since!! Chance: Yeah it's cause he knew all the future stars of tomorrow work for Shootfire Pro Wrestling, not some old timey geezer reunion fed, wrestling's equivalent to a senior hostel. Their collective age of the UWF is twice as old as me! Sean: Very true as Vic Frost hammers into Kinsey, absorbing the shots and hammering in with a gigantic kneelift! He is smashing Luke but the crafty veteran countering with a stomach punch, and a hard elbow, well placed across the brow finds its mark. [Owen Cage yells as Shane Diamond, Beelzebozo, Johnny Pain, Shayne Grissom and Dirt Dog Unique Allah have DeathKnell in the ropes! Vile Vince Viper is moving to help them, as DeathKnell is roaring out, trying to hang onto the top rope to avoid their momentum!!] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: THEY MIGHT HAVE HIM OUT!! Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT! JAAAAAYYYYDEN PRIIIIINCE!!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Jayden strolls through the curtains, with Jet & Jade on his arms. Wearing white tights and strands of golden necklaces, the last IGA World Champion laughs, breathing on his golden rings for show. Drenched in arrogance, Jayden Prince shakes his head from side to side and makes his way down the ramp, smiling and laughing with an open mouth. Jayden Prince shadowboxing his way towards the ring, ignoring the SPW fans on either side.] Chance: Man what a douche. What we couldn't get Bryan, Brian... I forgot his name. Anderson? Dangerous to himself! Sean: Yeah well, the big stars come out for the Bring Your Own Weapon Rumble, whether we like it or not. And all the talent wants a shot at the SPW World Heavyweight Title. Jayden Prince entering the ringside area, and not enamoring himself of the Shootfire fans by any means. Prince taking his sweet time parading around the ring and why the hell aren't you in there still! Chance: Oh yeah haha, I almost forgot. I bruise easily! Think of the ladies! Jack: DeathKnell shouting out, about to be sent over the side!! The entire ring save for Frost and Kinsey trying now to get the monstrosity out over the top and DeathKnell howling as he's punching away! One into Diamond! Into Pain! And one for Grissom! DeathKnell fighting off his foes as he gets a leg back in, and headbutt to Owen Cage! Headbutt to The Dirt Dog! Big Kick into Vile Vince Viper!! Can anyone stop this beast, this force of unholy nature? Sean: DeathKnell going right for Viper and he has him by the throat! Choking him out against the top as Team EGO attacking DK, Johnny on his neck with the arm around DeathKnell's neck, Shane Grissom has the leg can no one get this man out!? [Jayden Prince kicks a leg out, and steps into the ring as Luke sends Frost running full speed right at him! Jayden ducks and tosses Frost over the top as Frost flies over the side but catches the top to slam his hip right into the side of the ring!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VICTOR FROST Still in this!! Hanging on! And Luke Kinsey beats into Jayden Prince! Prince getting knocked around the ring by the Loose Cannon running the prizefighter into the corner and bangs his head right off the top turnbuckle!! Jim: DeathKnell punching down Shayne Grissom! And kicks Dirt Dog out of the way, a punch to Viper and now slinging Beelzebozo halfway across the ring! He has Team EGO by the throats!! Sean: DOUBLE Kick from the World Tag Champs!! And they go for the suplex- DIAMOND AND CAGE TO SNAP SUPLEX DEATHKNELL!! NO!! DEATHKNELL SUPLEXES BOTH SHANE AND OWEN! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Nicely done! And Shane charging the corner, baseball SLIDE into Luke Kinsey from behind!! Kinsey down! Owen leapfrogging right over Diamond to land the corkscrew elbowdrop right into the former World's Champion!! Chance: AND DIAMOND WITH THE CRESCENT KICK INTO PRINCE!! Sean: WHY AREN'T YOU IN THE RING!!' Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT!! SCOTT!! STARRRRIIINNNG!!!! Chance: Sick fucks like THAT GUY, that's why. Fucks, can we say fuck? Jack: No! Chance: Fuck. [Scott Starring walks out of the back in a black facemask, coated in water as he wears long crimson pants. His wrists taped up, Starring holds high a branding iron! Chris Wheeling and Matt Payne walk out behind him as Scott grins out, hefting the weapon over his shoulders and makes his way down with his entourage in tow. The crowd is booing as Starring is livid, face scarred and blistered underneath the mask, as he approaches the ring. He points right at Vile Vince Viper, extending the branding iron and he rolls right inside to stand up, VVV crawling to get up as everyone else is brawling, and Starring's eyes flash as he raises the iron high and suddenly Victor Frost grabs Scott from behind! He locks in the full nelson as the audience cheers!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: FROST DRAGON SUPLEXING STARRING CLEAR OVER THE TOP!!! Jim: CAUGHT BY MATT PAYNE!!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: FROST turning and Payne pushing Starring back in, now that's not fair! Scott up and SLAMS THE IRON ACROSS PAYNE'S HEAD!! [Frost goes down to a knee as Starring swings the iron for Vile but Viper ducks! VVV wraps in the sleeve around the neck, barbed wire cutting into Scott's neck! Johnny Pain rushes across the ring, past Kinsey and Prince as he slams off the side and throws the clothesline to leap but DeathKnell catches him and hauling him up, goes for the powerbomb but Pain hooks the ropes and locking the head falls backwards over the side!! The fans cheer out as Pain hangs onto the bottom and slowly pulls the big man halfway over the edge and hanging on, manages to take DeathKnell over but he drops too!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: PAIN CAUSED DEATHKNELL TO BE SENT OUT!! BUT IT COST HIM!! Sean: JOHNNY PAIN AND DEATHKNELL ELIMINATED!!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Credit to Johnny Pain, he took the big man out!! Jim: Luke Kinsey has Jayden Prince halfway over! Starring smashing VVV back into the corner! Beelzebozo has a, a pogo stick!? How does he keep getting these weapons!! Jack: The Dirt Dog brawling it out with "Sugar" Shayne Grissom! Team EGO taking up Victor Frost as they work him to the side, he is halfway out of it thanks to Starring, and the World Tag Team Champs trying to send him out of this fight! Sean: Eliminations starting to pick up, Johnny Pain lasted a long time and he was able to eliminate DeathKnell along with the assist, the fans standing to cheer Pain as he makes his way back to the locker room. Kinsey leaning in, straining to put Jayden Prince out, you've got EGO with Frost halfway over, and Starring kicking into Vile in the corner! Matt Payne strolling around the ring, Chris Wheeling out here as well, all three representing the Power Structure and their interests at becoming World Champion, and Beelzebozo jumping his pogo stick around the center of the ring!! Jack: OH THE CLOWN FROM HELL TAKES A SPEAR FROM A BLOODY DIRT DOG!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND COMING DOWN THE AISLE!! ENNNNTROPY!!! [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ANARCHY COMING OUT TOO?! What- I'm being told he drew the next entrant number! Oh what are the odds!! Entropy and Anarchy walking down the aisle, the Family represented as the Children of Hardcore on their way to the ring, both wearing spiked shoulder pads!? Like the road warriors! Chance: Now that's a classic movie. Frost using those spiked soccer shoes to stay on the apron, no matter how much Team EGO beat him down. Offense And Defense, now that's what I call a sound strategy. [The Children approach the ring and enter in under the bottom, moving up to charge into Team EGO! The fans pop as they crash right into Shane Diamond and Owen Cage, as Victor Frost rolls back inside. Scott Starring whips Vile Vince Viper across the ring just as Luke Kinsey sends Jayden Prince at him, and Vile swings out his arm using Jayden to spin around and rushes to clothesline Kinsey down!! Starring hits the savate thrust kick right into Prince taking him right off his boots!] Jack: Well, yes our producers telling us Anarchy and Entropy is, wait! What's going on in the back!? [Cut to the back as Quinn Scott launches Gabriel Van Zahn upside a concrete wall! GVZ crashes in facefirst, sliding down the side as Scott pads his black knuckle pads, cracking his neck as he heads for the ring! Cut to the wrestling ring as "Violent" Victor Frost gets up and puts the cleats right into Scott Starring, kicking the man with the soccer cleats!] Jack: Did you see GVZ jumped by Quinn Scott! What gives, I don't get it! Sean: VICTOR FROST attacking Starring, one hell of a vendetta against any member of the Power Structure! Beating into him with his spiked soccer cleats! Wait, Matt Payne has his leg!! [FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: PAYNE had to get himself involved and you know he would! Victor Frost distracted as Scott twists the hammerlock around and SPIKES the STAR KILLER DDT!!! Sean: FROST ATE IT as Starring shouting down, throwing his arm as he motions for the belt and Times Square not approving! They do not want to see Scott Starring crowned the next number one contender to the Heavyweight Championship of the World! Chance: Yeah, they want to see me!! Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT!! THE GREAT BLACK SHARK!!!! [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MAAARRRRRIIIISSSSAAA MONNNNNNET!!!!!!!! [Marissa runs out of the back, head taped up from the NYC Streetfight! She yells out at the raging fans, rushing to swing her massive arm and raises a kendo stick high overhead! The fans cheer out and chant her name as Marissa makes her way down the aisle, jogging to the ring to dive and slide right inside, coming up to smash the kendo stick into Jayden Prince, and then charges to crack Scott Starring across his back!! Starring hits the corner as Monet beats down on Frost, whipping him like crazy! Beelzebozo gets to his feet as Monet swings and slashes him right across the face!!] "SHARK!" "SHARK!" "SHARK!" "SHARK!" "SHARK!" Jack: Monet livid and on fire!! She wants to win this match! Sean: Monet rushing and Owen Cage sends Anarchy right at her, Marissa with the KENDO STICK into Anarchy's midsection! And Shane Diamond whips Entropy NO! Entropy reversing to send Diamond at Monet and Marissa bashes him across the head! ****CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!***** Jack: OWEN CAGE INTO THE AIR AND FLYING FOREARM INTO MONET!! [Monet hits the mat and sits up bleeding as Owen charges up, yelling at her and Dirt Dog Unique Allah gores Owen in half!!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CAGE TAKEN THROUGH THE AIR!! DDUA RAN HIM THROUGH! Jim: VERY Protective of Marissa Monet! Monet getting up FROST has her from behind! Going for the German Suplex NO! Monet with the reversal has Frost for the German Suplex! Looking to send Frost over the top rope, Frost powering the hold free to break the lock with his own bare hands, Monet instead locking on the katihajime! She ended the reign of Scott Starring and Adrian Tanner with that very same maneuver! The Constrictor!! [Frost fights and struggles as Scott Starring crawls around, Matt Payne passing him a steel chair. Luke Kinsey slugs Vile Vince Viper down and sees Monet strangling Frost, moves past them to see Shayne Grissom pulling Beelzebozo over to push him over the side, and the Clown From Hell struggling to stay alive! Dirt Dog Unique Allah hauls Shane Diamond over his shoulder and moves to send Diamond over the side, but Shane hangs on, pushing away as he tries to stay in. Kinsey stomps into Owen Cage and moves to help DDUA force Diamond over the side, Shane yelling as he tries to hang on! Kinsey pushes Shane over the side as the fans are roaring, and Scott Starring throws the chair into Viper's face!!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!*** [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VIPER is down! Starring over and stomping the man into the canvas!! "VIOLENT" VICTOR FROST RIPPING STARRING AWAY! AND WHIP INTO THE ROPES CATCHES THE POWER SLAM DRIVER RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: DORTMUND DRIVER!!! DORTMUND DRIVER! DORTMUND DRIVER ON SCOTT STARRING'S HEAD! Sean: THAT WAS FOR ALLEGRA!!!! [Starring sits up, and keels down over as Victor Frost screams out his rage! Times Square roars as Owen Cage wraps the Team EGO Snuggie over Luke Kinsey's head!!] Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT! GAAABRIEL VAAAANN ZZZZAAAAHNNN!!! ....ZZAAAAAAH- [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: QUINN SCOTT!!!! [Quinn makes his way out of the back, eyes locked on the ring as he swings his black padded gloves from side to side, storming down the ramp as the fans don't know what to make of this! Cash Banks gets in his way and Scott punches him out with one strike! Quinn breaks into a run and charges the ring as Victor Frost turns his head and Scott slides up to charge, running full speed and takes to the air to smash both knees right in Frost's face!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: QUINN SCOTT IN! AND HE JUST BUSTED FROST WIDE OPEN!!!! Jim: FROST BLEEDING FROM HIS NOSE!! AND QUINN SCOTT INTO HIM WITH PUNCHES AND STRIKES! HE SAID VICTOR'S BEEN DUCKING HIM ALL SEASON!!!! Chance: HE'S NOT EVEN IN THIS MATCH! Sean: NEITHER ARE YOU!! Jack: Scott into Frost who's currently bleeding from his nose and Victor sent into the ropes, Quinn backing up- and runs full charge CACTUS CLOTHESLINE SENDS THEM BOTH OUT!!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SCOTT TAKES FROST AND HIMSELF CLEAR OVER THE SIDE!!! VICTOR FROST HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! [The fans are roaring as Frost gets up livid and starts slinging punches into Quinn! Scott is fighting back as the Security tries to break it up but Victor and Quinn are fighting around the ringside area!! The audience is cheering as both wrestlers brawl towards the back, Scott doing major damage to Frost's internal organs with every loaded strike!] Jim: SECURITY CAN'T CONTAIN THESE TWO MEN!! Chance: QUINN SCOTT JUST COST VICTOR FROST HIS CHANCE AT THE WORLD TITLE BELT!! Sean: He takes out GVZ, and then takes his place all for that!?! These fans are on their feet!! [Scott and Frost are pounding on each other as they brawl up the aisle, Security surrounding them but none of them too stupid to try and break it up!!] Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT!! COLT MONTANA!!!!! ["Return of the Tres" kicks in as Colt charges out of the back, and Frost swings him right into Quinn Scott! Scott ducks and backdrops Colt clear into the stage and Montana flips up and falls to the pavement below!!! The fans scream out as Victor sends Scott's head right into the side of the archway, then falls with the hammer throw to shoot Quinn through the curtains and all the way down the stairs behind the black!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: COLT MONTANA down on the street!! What a shot! He hit the stage and then the ground, can he even make it to the ring!? Jim: Oh this match is chaos!! Chaos I tell you! Chance: This is why I, sit behind the desk. Jack: Scott and Frost still brawling backstage! Can we get a camera there!! [Inside the ring, Shayne Grissom irish whips Vile Vince Viper across the ring but VVV reverses and rakes into the eyes! Grissom staggers as VVV drops and swings the lowblow but Shane catches his wrist and hauling Viper over his head, nails the Samoan Drop!! The fans cheer out as Luke Kinsey rips the Team EGO Snuggie off his face and Owen Cage takes to the air and nails the C-Kutta!!! Jayden Prince moves in to throw the stomp down into Beelzebozo, kicking the clown as hard as he can in the far corner!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ANARCHY AND ENTROPY SEND SHANE DIAMOND OVER THE SIDE! AND BOTH MEN BEATING INTO HIM!!! Jim: Trying to eliminate the World Tag Team Champion! Sean: I'm being told that Colt Montana cannot continue, he is out of the Rumble and that means we go to our next entrant- Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! PLLLEEEASE WELCOME "SYCHOSYS" JOE! PETRRRRROOOWWWWW!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TEN YEARS!!! JOE PETROW RETURNS TO WRESTLING!!!! [An all-too-familiar piano solo plays, quietly at first, but gaining in intensity. This leads into an all-too-familiar baseline, followed by the all-too-familiar lyrics, the words also scrolling up the big screen in a Matrix-like effect: LOOK IF YOU HAD JUST ONE SHOT OR ONE OPPORTUNITY TO SEIZE EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED ONE MOMENT WOULD YOU CAPTURE IT? OR JUST LET IT SLIP? [An explosion and two HUGE fireballs rising from either side of the aisle mask the jump straight into the last verse of "Lose Yourself" by Eminem. "Sychosys" Joe Petrow emerges from the back, appearing with nothing but his black trunks and black boots, smacking himself on both cheeks before stalking out towards the ring:] "NO MORE GAMES, I'MA CHANGE WHAT YOU CALL RAGE TEAR THIS MOTHERFUCKING ROOF OFF LIKE TWO DOGS CAGED I WAS PLAYING IN THE BEGINNING, THE MOOD ALL CHANGED I BEEN CHEWED UP AND SPIT OUT AND BOOED OFF STAGE" [He tries to put on a confident face despite having to enter the most dangerous arena of his life unarmed. As if this wasn't bad enough, a "fan" hops over the barricide, rips his hat and jacket off, and dashes straight at Joe Petrow. Security is on the scene and is about to intercept the intruder, when Petrow turns and *decks* the rent-a-cop with a stiff right hand.] Petrow: MAURICE!!! [Joe quickly takes in the scruffy looking man, the man he has not seen in nearly a decade, the jobber that he rescued from obscurity so long ago, and wielded so effectively as a human weapon. Weapon?? WEAPON!!! And with that, Petrow grabs "Mr. Majestyk" Maurice McArthur by the scruff of his collar and hauls him towards the ring, the pretend look of confidence on his face having changed to one that is very real.] "I'VE GOT TO FORMULATE A PLOT OR END UP IN JAIL OR SHOT SUCCESS IS MY ONLY MOTHERFUCKING OPTION, FAILURE'S NOT MOM. I LOVE YOU, BUT THIS TRAILER'S GOT TO GO I CANNOT GROW OLD IN SALEM'S LOT SO HERE I GO IT'S MY SHOT FEET FAIL ME NOT CAUSE THIS MAYBE THE ONLY OPPORTUNITY THAT I GOT" Jack: Petrow and "Maurice" heading for the ring!? What the hell is this!? Sean: Joe Petrow, "Sychosis" returning to the ring for the first time in ten years that's practically SPW's entire history of existence! Joe nearing ringside and running this Mr. Majestyk into the ring, is that his weapon!? Chance: Hey I thought no living weapons! Jack: Petrow rolling inside here comes Dirt Dog Unique Allah!! [Petrow rips up Maurice and throws him into the charge! Allah crashes through Majestyk and goes stumbling, careening out of balance as Joe locks his pants and the scruff of his neck, twisting to send DDUA flying right over the top rope!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: PETROW ELIMINATES THE DIRT DOG!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Well, so much for his hooker. What a stint though! DDUA bringing the ferocity and "Sychosis" Joe Petrow throwing him out!! [The fans stand up and cheer as DDUA lays on the concrete, blood running down his face as inside the ring, Joe Petrow shouts out cheering himself! The veteran smacks himself on both cheeks as he turns face to face and stares down with Marissa Monet!] [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Owen Cage and Shane Diamond brawling it out with the Children of Hardcore!! Shayne Grissom fighting Luke Kinsey in the corner, and Vile Vince Viper beating into Scott Starring!! Here comes Beelzebozo with the pogo stick and slamming it right into Monet- no she caught it and backwards elbow to the face of the Clown From Hell!! Sean: But allowing Petrow the chance to send Maurice's shoulder right into Marissa's side! And Monet into the corner, Joe Petrow with the head of his flunkie and just banging it into Monet's skull!! I have never seen anything like this! [Grissom irish whips Kinsey across the ring as Kinsey hits the corner and Shayne charges as fast as he can! Luke gets the leg up and Shayne catches it as Kinsey counters with the enzugiri!! The fans pop as Jayden hits the monkey flip on Beelzebozo, sending him sailing across the ring! Scott Starring bashes the back elbow into Vile, and kicks out his kneecap as he punishes the Legend with measured, brutal shots! Team EGO duck a double clothesline from the Children and turn around to leap out sending stereo hurricanranas to take them through the air!!!] Jack: Anarchy and Entropy getting up as Shane Diamond and Owen Cage rushing as Shane slides between Anarchy's legs!! Owen Cage with the headlock, swinging Entropy around to get his legs up on Anarchy's shoulders!! And Cage cutting his legs up on their shoulder spikes!! Sean: Shane pulling the top rope down and Owen rolling over the side! Taking both men right over with him! Owen Cage hanging on as Anarchy and Entropy hit the floor!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: The CHILDREN OF HARDCORE HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!! AND THEY CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! Sean: Owen Cage hanging on!! Anarchy punching into him! Shane Diamond hanging on as he pulls into Owen, trying to tug him back in as Entropy has Cage from the floor!! Chance: Hang on wait a second!! Time to make the donuts.... Jack: Chance- CHANCE FORTUNA leaving the broadcast table! And Shane Diamond hanging on as Owen Cage being pulled in half by the Children of Hardcore!! [Chance rushes the ring and dives to slide inside, moving up to charge across and catching Shane's leg, rips to throw Diamond over eliminating both of Team EGO!!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: EGO IS OUT!!!! CHANCE FORTUNA FINALLY BACK IN THIS MATCH AND HE SURE PICKED HIS SPOT!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! HE ELIMINATED BOTH SHANE AND OWEN!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Fortuna screams out, yelling and roaring as he chucks the Snuggie at Team EGO! Shayne Grissom cracks the kneelift right into him! Shayne goes for the head and charges to run him out but Luke Kinsey comes off the side and crashes into Grissom with the brow splitter lariat! Shayne falls down bleeding as Joe Petrow has the boot in Marissa's throat, choking her down! Vile Vince Viper whips Starring across the ring, Scott reversing to flapjack Viper as Beelzebozo leaps and pogos right into Viper's guts!!] Jim: And we are also up for the Golden Globe Awards. Sean: The competition has heated up as Jayden Prince coming over and hauling up Shayne Grissom, taking him over to try and send him over the side-- Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT!! CHANCE! MCKENZIE!!!! Jack: SETZER VAN STRIFE!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [From out of the back, Setzer Van Strife walks in a navy blue suit! The fans scream in surprise as the retired veteran points, Chance making his way out from the back and "The Mastadon" Nathan Taylor makes his way out alongside him! The fans are shocked as Setzer Van Strife points right at Vile "Vince" Viper and both Nathan and Chance make their way down the ramp!!] Sean: SETZER VAN STRIFE!?! I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!! Jim: HE WAS RETIRED BY VILE "VINCE" VIPER!!! Jack: NATHAN TAYLOR! CHANCE MCKENZIE!! BOTH ON THEIR WAY TO THE RING!!!! [Setzer approaches the ring following behind as The Mastadon and McKenzie each split around to move around the wrestling ring, both just standing with arms folded. The crowd doesn't know what to make of this as they join Matt Payne at ringside along with Chris Wheeling. Inside the ring the wrestlers are brawling as Joe Petrow drags Monet out across the floor, and hooking Mr. Majestyk, snaps the suplex to send his living weapon into Marissa's guts!!] Jack: Monet hurting as Petrow lays on the pain, and Chance Fortuna choking down Beelzebozo in the corner with his own pogo stick, Vile Vince Viper raking Luke Kinsey in the eyes!! Shayne Grissom- I can't believe how long he's lasted he's been in here since number one! Jim: And well over an hour now, Grissom really starting to feel the exhaustion in this one, and what's with the people just standing at ringside! Nothing against seeing SVS back at all but this I do not understand! Jack: Scott Starring with the branding iron, and whacks it into Kinsey, now taking it up and VIPER with the inside kneelift! Overhead elbow shot, hammering down into Starring as VVV relying on good old fashioned brawling to recover the initiative, CHANCE McKenzie sliding inside with a strand of wire, what is this, heading over and LOOPING it over Vile's head!! [Setzer yells as Chance McKenzie chokes VVV out! Scott Starring takes control and begins lacing punches into Vile Vince Viper, hammering into his guts!! Viper is trying to breathe, gripping at the rope as he goes to his knees, Starring in his face and taunting him, tormenting the proud veteran Superstar!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Nathan Taylor and Matt Payne at ringside, the twin towers of sorts with folded arms, just watching, looking on as thus so far SVS's protege in Chance McKenzie going right for Viper, and Grissom hanging on, here comes Chance Fortuna to help Jayden Prince try and eliminate "Sugar" Shayne, but the blue chipper hanging on this man is determined, this man is possessed to survive this match! Jim: You know as well as I do he is trying to do a first, enter in a Rumble match in Shootfire and last till the final man standing! And if he can do that he can write his own checks here in SPW, there will be nothing he can't do! Stone: AND INTRODUCING NEXT, IAN CHRISTOPH!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: IAN CHRISTOPH!!! Running down to the ring with a flail in his hand, Ian charging the ring and JOE PETROW Throws Maurice right into him!! Ian into the side and PETROW THROWING HIM NO!! Sean: JOE NAILED WITH THE SPINEBUSTER! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And we now only have three people remaining yet to enter in this match!! Joe Petrow has used this, this Mr. Majestyk as a weapon and now back to run sending Majestyk into Monet MARISSA with the backdrop! Mr. Majestyk into the corner and falling down! And Petrow with Ian's flail, BASHED MONET ACROSS THE HEAD!! [Marissa falls on Maurice's lap as Joe jumps and leaps to land the Bronco Buster right into her from behind!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Joe: Dammit, it won't fit! Any luck down there Maurice?! Jack: Oh my God, now I see why he's been left off TV for over ten years. If Monet was alert she'd damn near kill someone. Sean: Shayne Grissom nearly out!! Kinsey, Prince, Fortuna, all three trying to put him out!! [Scott Starring slams the punch into Vile Vince Viper, running his mouth as he declares himself the next SPW World Champion! VVV can barely breathe as Scott takes his own sleeve, and rakes it into Vile's face, drawing blood!! VVV pulls the wire into his mouth and slams the elbow back into McKenzie's abs! Viper punches Scott in the kneecap, and rising up snapmares Chance into Starring!!] Jack: STARRING TAKEN DOWN!! AND VILE ON MCKENZIE AND PUMMELING HIS FACE IN! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Chance trying to guard the block as Vile drags him up, going to send him over the side and Starring with the charging clothesline VIPER DUCKS!! Jim: STARRING ELIMINATES MCKENZIE!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND VIPER KICKS SCOTT IN THE BALLS!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jim: Up for Emmy Consideration this year too. [Upside down, Shayne Grissom hangs on, teeth gritted as he locks the ropes as if his life depended on it, as Ian Christoph is digging into his face to try to force him down! Joe Petrow pulls off of Marissa Monet, pushing down on the top rope to yell "Thank you Shadoe" and dragging the Great Black Shark up by her braided hair, goes toss her over the side and Monet stops!] Jack: What the hell!? Marissa won't move! Jim: I don't think this is the Marissa Monet Joe Petrow remembers. BLOOD IN THE WATER! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Monet's eyes have rolled back into her head as the fans know what's coming!! They are roaring as a surprised Petrow turns and pulls again, but the Great Black Shark won't budge!! Joe goes for the arm and Monet wrenches him into the air to spin around and dive bomb with the Black Hole Slam!!!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SHE JUST PUT SYCHOSYS DOWWNNN!! AND JOE PETROW LAID TO WASTE!! Jim: PETROW UP! MONET WITH THE CLAWHOLD AND TAKES HIM TO THE AIR!! HAND OF GOD SLAMS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN AGAIN!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Monet grabbing Maurice up and TOSSES Him right over the side!! Mr. Majestyk sent to the floor! He was never officially in this match but I don't think Marissa cares! And Monet down on her knees! Banging the mat with both hands!! Joe Petrow hurt and confused, suffering as he tries to get up and MONET LEAPS INTO THE AIR!!! CATCHES THE HEAD AND SHARKBITE!!! SHARKBITE!!! SHARKBITE ON THE LEGENDARY JOE PETROW! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: MONET HAS LAID PETROW OUT!! AND SCREAMING DOWN IN HIS FACE!!! HE HAS AWOKEN THE GREAT BLACK SHARK!!!! Jim: Well that's not even a word. But yeah you don't make Marissa Monet mad! Everybody knows that, this is not the Marissa Monet Joe Petrow used to know. Jack: SHAYNE GRISSOM Nearly OUT! Can anything save him!? Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT! SSSSSSPOOOOOOOOOKY DOOOOOOM!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["What's Up People" blares out as The Undead Superstar stalks out of the back, and a bone sword is in hand! The audience rocks out as Spooky is headbanging, strutting across the stage as he makes his way to either side of the stage! Spooky Doom points out from one side of Times Square to the other, brandishing his sword as the fans cheer out! Doom nods, stalking down the ramp on his way for the ring, all the while strumming his sword like an air guitar!] [MASSIVE MONSTER 'WAKE THE UNDEAD' FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Spooky Doom fresh and heading for the ring! Swinging a Bone Sword! You know he would love to secure a World title shot! He's been busting ass throughout the independent scene, competing in the Total J Cup and thus so far blowing away expectations, and now his triumphant return to SPW Pay Per View!! Jim: Doom has got to be a huge favorite at this point! Leaping up onto the apron, and jumping right into the fray! Here comes Beelzebozo, swinging his pogo stick! [Doom ducks the shot and smashes into the Clown with the bone sword, dropping him and Jayden Prince goes right for his head but Spooky slides right between his legs, popping up to brain Prince sideways! Doom spins around and sends the sword right into Chance Fortuna's guts, Chance going down to all fours as Shayne Grissom lands on his feet and Doom sends the hilt smashing right into his forehead!!] Jack: That sword a blunt weapon but Doom playing it like an instrument of mass destruction! Taking down anyone and everyone with the bone sword, and now into Scott Starring!! Sean: Paid receipt for the copyright infringement some months back! Starring into Vile and VILE sends Starring headfirst into the turnbuckle!! Vile Vince Viper seeing Spooky Doom and crashes at him with the maniac clothesline no! Doom ducking underneath and catching the head, runs up and kicks off the buckles to slam the Coffin Cutter and Legdrop Starring at the same time!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Jayden Prince hurting, leaning up and LUKE KINSEY RUNS AND CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE SIDE!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: KINSEY HAS ELIMINATED PRINCE!!! AND THESE FANS LOVE IT!! [Prince hits the ringside mats, holding his face as he gets up, shocked and furious! He gets right back in the ring and Kinsey tosses his ass again! The fans cheer out as Referees surround Prince, Luke runs his mouth, pointing down and walks over to throw the kick right into Beelzebozo! Kinsey goes for the head and whipping the Clown From Hell around, launches him clear over the side but the Clown hangs on!! Luke starts punching into Beelzebozo, getting up the foot and pushing away at the man's throat, trying to force him down the rest of the way!] Jack: Kinsey just eliminated Jayden Prince, TWICE and now trying to do the same to Beelzebozo!! And Spooky Doom has Vile Vince Viper in the corner, the bone sword up under his neck as he takes the veteran up into the air! Jim: And over on the other side! Marissa Monet hefting Joe Petrow up! And TOSSES HIM CLEAR OVER THE SIDE!! [The fans scream as Maurice dives to land flat on the ground, Petrow landing his back into the street but his legs on his living weapon!! The Referees all circle to declare Petrow gone the second his feet touch the ground! Monet is celebrating, flexing as she turns her attention to go and find Vince Viper. But she doesn't see Sychosys using Mr. Majestyk as a floor mat to avoid being sent back to the showers!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: PETROW! Oh he's so smart, he has not touching the ground! Sean: That's because he's STANDING ON Maurice!! Jack: Petrow- Stone: INTRODUCING NEXT! "THE BAD SEED" RICH! PATTERSON!!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NUMBER 29!!! [A woman's scream pierces across the arena's PA system, as a message flashes across the SPWTron...] I AM A REFLECTION OF YOU ["Lava" by Ministry pulsates over the sound system, as Patterson walks out wearing a black trenchcoat, with a pair of wire cutters hanging from a chain around his neck. The fans in Times Square pop as The Bad Seed glares out!] Jim: Wire cutters? What sort of damage is he looking to do with those?!? [Patterson paces down the ramp toward the ring, and when he reaches ringside he throws his coat to the floor, revealing a belt made of barbed wire around his waist] Sean: Oh my God... Jack: That man is psychotic! [As Patterson pulls himself up onto the ring apron to enter the Rumble, Grissom sends Ian Christoph who hits the ropes and, in doing so, unintentionally knocks Patterson to the floor before he has a chance to enter the ring!] Sean: It looks like Patterson's night hasn't started well! [With a few of the first row laughing at him, Patterson grabs the chain from around his neck, wraps it around his fist, and storms into the ring. He grabs Starring, spins him around, and punches them full-force in the face with the chained fist, Ian hits the mat like a felled tree!!] Jim: I think Christoph's night just got a lot worse! Sean: Man, you got to wonder about guys like Christoph and Petrow, and even Kinsey you'd THINK they'd be tired and rusty after being out of active in-ring competition for so long! But some of these guys looking like they haven't missed a step. Jack: That's the importance of this match, the wrestlers preparing for this for a long time, as best they can everyone wants to be Champ! [Chris Wheeling looks on, iron faced as Setzer Van Strife just watches the action with folded arms. Chance McKenzie is furious but has regrouped by SVS.] Sean: Rich Patterson with a fist wrapped in chain, heading over and socks down Luke Kinsey with a cheap shot to the back of the head! Oh, inadvertently saved Beelzebozo! Jack: The Clown crawling towards that very same corner, clambering arm over arm like he's in a warzone!! Jim: GRISSOM BACKDROPS FORTUNA!! Sean: Shayne put Chance down, how many winds has he got, what his fourth, fifth, no matter what they do they can't put him down for long!! Grissom the marathon man in this match and Ian charging with the head for the spinning neckbreaker, Shayne GRISSOM twisting out of it and Northern Lights BUSSTTAHH! outta NOWHERE On Ian! Here comes Patterson!! [Patterson charges at Grissom, looking for a clothesline, only for Shayne to duck - and Monet pulls down the top rope, looking to take Patterson out of the match!] [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: We might get an elimination here! [Instead, Patterson changes course and hits Monet with a running kick to the face, causing her to drape throat-first across the middle rope, where Patterson grabs her legs and kicks her hard in the guts!!] Jim: OH!! And Monet hurting as Rich Patterson with the chain now around her throat, I guess no reservations at all about hitting a woman. Equal rights hurrah!! Sean: And all the while allowing Joe Petrow to roll back inside the ring! Petrow taking full advantage as Beelzebozo has a bottle of Southern Comfort!? Jack: Where does he keep getting those wonderful toys! [Scott Starring rushes to crash into Luke Kinsey, wrenching him around to hook the hammerlock for the DDT but Kinsey nails him with the back elbow and twists the hangman's neckbreaker to send Starring into the corner! Kinsey goes for the leg, trying to take the masked man up and over the side, pushing to eliminate Starring as the fans cheer out! Chance Fortuna crawls up and begins to help Kinsey as Vile Vince Viper moves over to pull up Starring, all three trying to throw him out!] Jack: Look at this, McKenzie, Payne and Taylor all surrounding ringside as they make sure to pull at the legs of Kinsey, Vile and Chance to distract them and allow their leader a break! Oh come on! Jim: Rich Patterson in the neutral corner, pulling off a length of barbed wire using the cutters!? The barbed wire is coming into play!!! Sean: Wrapping the barbed wire around his elbow! Jack: These guys are just ready to kill each other, but the final man about to enter and- Stone: AND THEIR FINAL OPPONENT!! "THE CUNNING!" JAMES!!!!!!!!! O'CONNOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Okay well, this is why people think he's the chosen one. Even in a Random Drawing he gets number 30. [James O'Connor kicks through the curtains, wearing his "Do you have the Cunning" T-Shirt, JOC points out at the fans and raises up a signapore cane!!] Jack: OH WE KNOW WHO THAT IS FOR!! Jim: Oh yeah! James O'Connor on his way out here and yelling out, heading for the ring as he is swinging that cane around in a circle, the final man to enter the squared circle and he wants that World Title Shot!! JOC on his way for the wrestling ring and the last man standing will be our next world title contender! Sean: Spooky Doom with the bone sword at Ian who has the flail, blocking the shots!! Both men dueling it out, renaissance style in the center of the ring! Jim: Joe Petrow over and pulling Luke Kinsey around, Kinsey meets him with a fist to the face! Oh, shaking out his hand as he cleared the veteran right off his feet! Jack: Beelzebozo with the Southern Comfort, hurrying over to help Chance with Starring but Scott raking the face of Fortuna, he is fighting his way out with no small help from his goons at ringside. The Power Structure still have a force in this match and you can believe with Steve Greedy to answer to they definitely want this shot. Sean: Wait a second, I'm being told by our producers that something is going on in the back, cameras have Just caught up!! ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [Fade to the back as Quinn Scott smashes into Darkside Clyde with the black steel knuckles! Clyde goes into a wall as Victor Frost is on his knees, hurting and it appears both are brawling in an office of some sort, papers are laying everywhere! Steve Liermann enters the room as Scott smashes him in the face! Liermann goes down and Victor Frost gets up, hefting up the desk to use as a weapon but his back gives out!! Frost stagger steps and Quinn throws the desk over down onto Frost!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND SCOTT over, locking the door! Shoving the camera man back, Quinn Scott a man possessed! And he is now on top of Frost, beating in his bloody nose with the black steel knucks! Locks the head and rolling forward- IT'S THE FORCED INTERNAL DECAPITATION!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: COMPRESSING FROST'S HEAD FORWARD TOO FAR! Jim: THANK GOD HE HAS NO NECK!! Jack: And Security banging on the door! But nobody can get inside! Quinn Scott has just taken out the entire Black Mass and is trying to rip Frost's head from his body!! [Frost is shouting, muffled as people try to kick the door down! Quinn is hanging on, twisting Victor in half, all the while a sick smile plastered across his face!] Sean: QUINN SCOTT trying to INJURE VICTOR FROST!! SECURITY LOCKED OUTSIDE! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [Cut back to the ring as Scott Starring decks Beelzebozo away and Patterson charges with the running elbow to the face, crashing into Scott and causing him to slump in the corner. Patterson throws a series of punches to the face of Scott Starring, before pulling him up to his feet!! Sean: He's a bloody mess! Jack: We are being told Security has finally gotten into the room but Quinn has put Victor Frost out! I can't believe this! Jim: What, potentially career-threatening injuries during a Bring Your Own Weapons Rumble match? The hell you say! [True to his word, Starring's head is covered in blood, courtesy of the barbed wire and the flurry of punches that followed. Satisfied that enough people have seen his handiwork, Patterson then smashes Scotty with a stiff clothesline to knock him back against the buckles! Rich raises his arms and James O'Connor spins him around and then smashes the Singapore Cane right between his eyes!!] ***TTTHHHWWWAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** Jack: OHH! O'CONNOR BEATS DOWN PATTERSON! Jim: Why!? Sean: O'CONNOR TURNS AND CANES INTO SCOTT STARRING!!!! ***TTTHHHWWWAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** ***TTTHHHWWWAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** ***TTTHHHWWWAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** ***TTTHHHWWWAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** ***TTTHHHWWWAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Nathan Taylor climbing the apron! O'CONNOR WITH THE CANE ON THE MASTADON!! ***TTTHHHWWWAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!*** [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JAMES O'CONNOR TAKING SCOTT STARRING UP AND THROWING HIM CLEAR OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! AND STARRING - MATT PAYNE CAUGHT HIM!!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: James through the ropes pokes the cane into Matt's face!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: PAYNE DROPS STARRING! HE DROPPED HIM! AND SCOTT STARRING IS OUT! "J O C!!!" "J O C!!!" "J O C!!!" "J O C!!!" "J O C!!!" Sean: YEAH!! JAMES O'CONNOR ELIMINATES STARRING FROM THE RUMBLE!! [Shayne Grissom gets to his feet, as Patterson stands behind him...] Jim: Sugar Shayne is about to regret he ran his mouth! [And Grissom turns around and eats Rapture, smacking the back of his skull of the canvas! - but Patterson isn't done! Patterson chokes Grissom on the mat, yelling all manner of obscenities to him as he does so!!] Sean: Now this is just uncalled for! Jim: If you bothered to listen to Patterson's last promo, you'll know that this is exactly what Grissom deserves. Sean: To have some nutcase choking you? Jim: It's easier than Patterson making him choke on his own words!! Oh after lasting since the start in this thing how much more can Shayne withstand?? Jack: Luke Kinsey, Ian Christoph and Spooky Doom have Joe Petrow halfway over the side, everyone realizing they need to team up to remove this man, and Petrow screaming to stay in and Vile Vince Viper dueling it out with Beelzebozo! And swings the bottle does the Clown From Hell VVV chairs the alcohol away!! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!*** Sean: AND BUSTED THE BOTTLE OPEN!! [The fans roar as Beelzebozo sends the broken glass bottle right into Viper's chest! VVV staggers back, clutching his chest as his suit absorbed most of the shock, and the Clown knocks Viper to the ropes and slices into Vile with the broken glass end of the bottle!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OHHH! And Beelzebozo carving Viper up!! Jim: VVV cursing and smashes the Clown away with the barbed wire sleeve! Beelzebozo stalking right back at him VIPER DUCKS AND BACKDROPS THE CLOWN OVER THE SIDE!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WHOA!!! FINALLY THE CLOWN FROM HELL IS ELIMINATED!! HE WAS THE SECOND ENTRANT IN THIS FIGHT! [The audience quickly turns to cheers as Beelzebozo gets up stunned! Vile Vince Viper collapses, clutching at his bleeding face as James O'Connor rushes behind him to cane into Joe Petrow! VVV crawls around, leaning on the second rope as red runs down his face, hurting like crazy as he picks little pieces of glass from his face. Beelzebozo reaches inside and snags his pogo stick, angrily heading for the aisle and getting on his stick, doing the pogo hop of shame back up the aisle as the fans in Times Square stand to applaud his massive effort in the BYOW Rumble.] [HUGE OVATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Rich Patterson just overwhelming Shayne Grissom at this point, Doom, O'Connor and Kinsey almost have Petrow gone but Petrow winding himself in as he's shouting at them to let him go!! Vile is a bloody mess, and Rich taking up Shayne to finally eliminate him!! [Patterson attempts to toss Grissom over the top rope, only for Shayne to kick back and catch him square in the face, and he stumbles backwards! Rich rips Grissom away from the ropes and whips him to the corner, and smashes them with a series of hard chops and punches, before lifting him onto the middle rope - and connecting with a hard shot to the jaw!!] Jim: Patterson's got to have some evil intentions here. Jack: Rich Patterson moving away to his own corner, to wrap the barbed wire around his fist. Shayne Grissom laid out in the buckles, and as the fans are cheering him to step away, RICH WITH THE SPINNING BACKFIST TAKES HIM DOWN!! Sean: JESUS! Jim: I have to ask, do you actually like your job? Sean: Oh there's nothing else in the world I'd rather do. Jack: Chance Fortuna leaning against the ropes, sneaking in as he sees Shayne Grissom in a bad way. Rich sending Shayne into the buckles hard, and rushing in to connect with a barbed wire elbow to the back of the head!! Oh what a hard shot! The Bad Seed pulling the wire back from his arms as his skin is bleeding and a series of hard elbow shots right into Grissom, opening him up!! Jim: Series of lacerations across the head and Shayne about dead at this point! Sean: Marissa Monet getting up, hurting as she tries to make her way over and Chance Fortuna rushes and throws up the Lucky Strike at her face!! Jim: PUMP KICK CLEARS MONET HALFWAY OVER THE SIDE!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Chance with keylock! Oh! The Luck's Run Out! Trying to use leverage to send her over the side, he wants to eliminate her for good but try as he might, Monet hanging on can he get her over and to the floor!? Sean: Shayne kicks Patterson off! Rich into Chance!! Chance can't hold onto Marissa and RICH Hits the hangman's neckbreaker on Fortuna! [The fans cheer as Petrow is taking a beating, earning kicks and stomps as Luke Kinsey, Spooky Doom, Ian Christoph and now James O'Connor cannot get the man off the ropes! Kinsey goes over, pulling up the broken Southern Comfort bottle, ready to carve Joe Petrow up but then Vile Vince Viper spins him around and nails Kinsey across the head with a violent chairshot!] ****CCRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!**** [HUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VIPER NAILED KINSEY! AND NOW SWINGS IT INTO SPOOKY DOOM!! ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHH!!!!!!!**** Jim: IAN COMING IN! AND VIPER SWINGS THE CHAIR!! ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHH!!!!**** Jack: ....NO EFFECT! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: IAN SCREAMING OUT! VIPER KNUCKLE SMASHES HIS NECK! Sean: K, that worked. Jack: James O'Connor seeing Viper coming and pulls up the signapore cane! JOC guarding as he paces around, circling the dangerous and lethal Triple V, I can't believe this, VVV saving "Sychosys" Joe Petrow! Some of these guys go so far back, much like Vile and Petrow! [James yells at Viper, telling him to go after Petrow and send him out as he's not SPW, and VVV gritting his teeth, Joe slowly sliding back into the ring. James yells at Viper to put Petrow out, and VVV looks angered at being told what to do by JOC, and at ringside, Setzer Van Strife looks on, a gleam in his eye.] Jack: WHY Are SVS, Starring, Payne, Taylor, the rest all still out here? Jim: I have no earthly idea, will Vile hit Petrow with the chair!? Those guys go back, like forever!! [Patterson kicks Grissom low, before loading him up onto his shoulder and taking a couple of quick steps forward before jumping, spiking him into the canvas with a sick variation of the Near Life Experience!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: That's what we like to see here in Shootfire - innovation! Sean: And Rich Patterson stands over Grissom, and pulls the barbed wire back down onto his bleeding fist, before pulling Grissom up into a seated position and holding his fist up, savouring the moment. Jack: Shayne Grissom is a bout to wish he never opened his mouth! [Patterson throws a hard punch into Grissom's head, and instantly opens up his flesh as a trickle of blood starts to seep out. Patterson looks at his handiwork!!!] Patterson: NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!! [And begins to tee off with a series of brutal punches to Grissom's forehead, using his fist like a human cheese grater that's shredding Grissom's flesh. With Grissom a bloody mess, Patterson steps back, letting him collapse back to the canvas in a pool of his own blood, and takes a moment to kiss the barbed wire on his fist - leaving an obvious bloody mark on his face!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I think I'm going to throw up. Jim: What's that, you want an Instant Replay? Jack: The Bad Seed stalking around the center of the ring, pointing at Shayne Grissom who can just roll over, trying to shove up, blood running down from his head profusely! Shayne bleeding all over the mat, in tremendous suffering and great pain, pulling at the red blood from his mask of red, and just staring at the crimson dripping from his fingers! [The Bad Seed turns to throw up his arms, talking trash and pounds his chest! He runs his mouth as a very unsteady Shayne Grissom rises up behind him!!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THE BAD SEED SHOWING OFF! AND SHAYNE RIGHT BEHIND! Jim: TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND RICH!! Sean: SHAYNE RIPS HIM AROUND AND KICK TO THE STOMACH! STUNNER!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Shayne is sitting hunched over as Patterson rolls around, red running down Shayne's chest. Grissom is clearly hurting, and unable to capitalize. Monet pulls Rich up, throwing him throat-first into the top rope. VVV grabs up Shayne and placing the chair under his neck, spikes the guillotine as the audience cheers! Luke Kinsey starts to come to as James O'Connor swings the cane right into his guts!!] ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Aw, this is a full out war! Marissa Monet beating into Rich Patterson, going for his head and Patterson rakes the barbed wire right in her face!! [Monet staggers, bleeding as she grips her face and Rich jumps to smash the elbow tackle, barreling her right over as he does! The crowd is booing as Vile Vince Viper goes right for Patterson but he drop toeholds VVV straight into the second turnbuckle! Rich staggers over, and he drags up Shayne Grissom, pulling him towards the ropes! Ducking in, he hoists Shayne up onto his shoulders, and turns to dump him over the side!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHAYNE LANDS ON THE APRON!! Jim: RICH WITH THE SHOULDER INTO THE GUTS!! And reaching over, he locks the waist!! Jack: NO! HE CAN'T BE-- Sean: RICH PATTERSON WITH THE PICKUP AND HE TOSSES SHAYNE STRAIGHT OVER THE SIDE!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GRISSOM HUNG ON! HE IS STILL ON THE APRON! BAD SEED CELEBRATING!! Sean: IAN CHRISTOPH WITH THE SAVATE KICK INTO GRISSOM! THAT DID IT!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: THE BAD SEED AND CHRISTOPH JUST ELIMINATED "SUGAR" SHAYNE GRISSOM!! THE FIRST ENTRANT INTO THIS RUMBLE!! "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" [Patterson gives a mocking bow to the crowd, turning back and moving to the buckles to pull the barbed wire from his fingers, but Spooky Doom is already in the air and takes Rich down with the flying crossbody block!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NAILED HIM! PATTERSON IS DOWN!! Jim: And Shayne Grissom getting a huge round of applause! A standing ovation, as it were- right now trainers helping him walk to the back but credit this warrior he has earned it, every step of the way! And now leaving on his own power! Sean: Well it's straight to the medics, those cuts and wounds are going to cause a LOT of stiches. Grissom a venerable mess! But credit due to this young blue chipper he came in at the start and damn near put a severe hurting on all 29 pro wrestlers! Jim: James has Luke Kinsey up on the rope, he is trying to eliminate Kinsey and Joe Petrow rolls in, he has both legs and PETROW AND O'CONNOR SEND KINSEY OVER THE SIDE!! [The fans roar out as Luke hangs on, swinging back and forth as he touches one foot to the ground! The Referees all cluster as Kinsey refuses to let go, James standing on the bottom rope and punching into Luke, beating him down with everything he's got, and Petrow has the foot in Kinsey's chest, stretching to force Kinsey off the side!!] Sean: It's all Luke can do to stay afloat! To stay alive! Jack: JAMES Beating into Luke!! And hitting him with everything he has, try as he might they cannot get this man down! Ian over to help him as he smashes his hands into Kinsey, now both men trying to beat the Legend down!! Jim: I have never seen Kinsey fight live before but the soul of a true wrestler never burns away! Luke pulling himself up and punches Petrow through the ropes! And now laying into JOC! Kinsey crawling back up to stand on the apron! Socks into Sychosys! And now- Sean: JOC SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE CORNER AND RICOCHETS THE DROPKICK RIGHT INTO LUKE KINSEY!! Jack: KINSEY FALLS!! AND HE IS ELIMINATED!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! FINALLY!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: James O'Connor celebrating, what a shot! He sent the Icon packing!! Jim: Chance Fortuna with the kendo stick into Spooky Doom! And saving Rich Patterson from certain defeat! [Chance kneesmashes Spooky with all he's got and shouts to Rich, tossing him the kendo stick! Fortuna pulls up Doom and Patterson spins to smash the stick right across Spooky's stomach!] Jack: Vile Vince Viper in the corner, hurting, Marissa Monet against the far side, Joe Petrow over to put the boot in her throat, choking her out against the middle turnbuckle! Oh this fight has gone on for so long, all our incredible competitors must be tired. Jim: Monet in bad shape, VVV nearly collapsing over the side, he's- wait a second he just pulled up a juggling pin!? [Viper looks at the weapon in astonishment and then looks down over the edge, as Rich Patterson moves to stomp him right across the back! Rich dragging Vile up, yells to Chance as Fortuna runs and leapfrogs over Patterson's shoulders to slam the falling legdrop right into VVV! The audience boos as Patterson removes the last of the barbed wire from around his waist, and wraps it around his arm, so he has barbed wire going from his knuckles all the way up to his bicep, and fixes eyes on VVV, Chance dragging Viper's legs up and catapulting him up as Patterson smashes a barbed wire punch directly between's Vile's eyes, sending blood all over the turnbuckle pads!! Viper falls back landing on Chance's bent knees as Rich slams the fistdrop again, in the same spot!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Bad Seed and Chance brutalizing the Hall of Famer, and on the other side James, Ian and Petrow nearly have Marissa out!! Jim: JOC hauling Monet over, she is wrapped into the ropes and Joe with a chair, slamming Monet over and over again, oh how is she staying on!? Marissa won't let go and PETROW SMASHING O'CONNOR IN THE HEAD!! [James goes stagger step as Joe clotheslines him right over!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Well there are no friends in this game, just people you'll kill last! James hit the apron No! He hung on! Trying to stay in this, one foot off the ground and Petrow placing the chair against the bottom rope- races back and charging full speed leaps to SLAM THE- MARISSA CLOTHESLINES PETROW OUT OF THE AIR!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MONET TOOK PETROW OUT! AND NOW IAN BASHING INTO JOC!! Sean: PATTERSON rams Viper with the barbed wire clothesline in the corner!! And Viper fighting back, bloody headbutt into The Bad Seed! Eye gouge into Chance!! Jim: Oh he has had enough of that barbed wire, and now grabbing the wire on Rich and ripping it off himself! Patterson shouting out, in horrid pain as VVV pulling it around the man's own face! [Viper rips hard as Rich's own arm is connected to his head, and VVV hauls him over his shoulder to send Patterson to the mat, Rich beginning to bleed from multiple punctures! Fortuna throws the aimed punch right in as Viper catches the hand and tosses Chance over with the armdrag, and hooks him over for the piledriver! VVV goes for the gutwrench but Fortuna blocks and rises to backdrop Vile over the top rope!! Viper lands on the apron and yanks Chance down as he falls to land his back, hotshotting Fortuna's neck off the cable! Vile rolls back in as Chance is stumbling and as Rich is pulling the barbed wire from his face, Viper lunges to swing Patterson into Chance, smashing them both up against the corner! Vile grabs up the juggling pin and sends it into Patterson's guts, then locking the man tosses him right over! But the barbed wire catches and Rich is hanging, stuck to the ropes!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: RICH PATTERSON BLEEDING LIKE A FAUCET!!! Sean: HERE COMES JAMES O'CONNOR!! RUNS TO ELIMINATE RICH!! Jim: CHANCE WITH THE SUPERKICK! VILE DUCKS!!! Jack: RIGHT INTO JAMES!! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!*** Sean: Chance nailed him! VIPER CLOTHESLINES FORTUNA OUT!! [The audience pops as Chance Fortuna hits the apron and hangs on to Rich, VVV pulling at the barbed wire to get it off the side, Patterson kicking and struggling to get his knee up onto the apron, as on the far side Petrow nearly has Marissa down! James shakes, trying to regain his stamina as Vile is wrenching at the wire, blood running in sheets down his face!] Jack: SPOOKY DOOM SITS UP!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Doom into action as he gets up and James for the kendo stick, DOOM steps right on it! O'Connor to his feet and Spooky beats him to the punch, inside kneelift and hauling him over his back, for the Cryptonite Crunch NO! James sliding off back behind, going for the Dragon Sleeper, Doom with his arm and flips backwards over!! Irish whip around sending JAMES into the ropes so hard he spears into Rich Patterson!! Jim: PATTERSON AND CHANCE DROPPING TO THE STREET BELOW!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: James stumbling back and Doom runs to toss him clear over the side!! JOC dropping deadweight and Spooky hits the top strand!! Sean: JOC with the clothesline and sending BOTH MEN OVER THE SIDE!!! [Spooky and James hang on to the top, and Chance and Rich are trying to pull them right off!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH COME ON!! THEY CAN'T DO THIS!! Jim: Yes they can! The Referees in there, and Joe Petrow and VVV racing over, and they both kick into Doom and O'Connor, stomping them down! The veterans beating into the Superstars with Chance and Patterson doing their best to rip them out from this match!! Jack: JAMES IS DOWN! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND SPOOKY IS DOWN TOO!!!!!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Doom and O'Connor brawl with Chance and Patterson as the fans cheer out, Security moving in to try and break them up!! Inside the ring, Vile Vince Viper retreats to a corner, trying to wipe some of the blood from his face. Joe Petrow collapses in the far side, exhausted as Marissa Monet regroups nearest to the hard camera. Ian Christoph grabs up two handfuls of glass shards, as the audience are cheering out as the final four Superstar wrestlers realize they're the only ones left.] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And one of these warriors will face off for the World Heavyweight Title, it could be Petrow, Ian, Vile or Monet, all solid challengers in their own. Jim: All of them heading for the middle, and a more bizarre yet destructive trio I have never seen before. Who knows what's going to happen next? Sean: Joe Petrow turning to Vile Vince Viper, and the old friends slap hands! AND BOTH NAIL A KICK TO THE GROIN!! "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" [The audience pops as VVV collapses, and Petrow falls against the side! Marissa Monet charges over and throws the kick into Sychosys, rocking him against the top cable! Ian drags up Vile with taped fingers, and starts mashing the glass against Viper's already bleeding skin!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: IAN rubbing glass shards in VVV, oh lord the savagery of the Mad Norseman- Jack: VIPER BITING IAN'S HAND!! AND SENDS HIM FLYING WITH THE HIPTOSS RIGHT OVER THE SIDE!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND 3 TO THE V JUST ELIMINATED IAN CHRISTOPH!! AMAZING!! [Vile Vince Viper screams out, red running down his face as Monet spins to hit the backfist into Petrow, and wrapping around behind the living legend, roars as she German Suplexes Sychosys clear over the top rope, and right down into O'Connor, Doom, Patterson and Fortuna!!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEATH FROM BELOW!! AND JOE PETROW IS OUT!!! Sean: PETROW HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!!! [Marissa Monet lays in the corner, her face bleeding and the audience is cheering!! VVV turns his head, staring down and pulls back in revulsion as Monet can only glare from her corner. Vile Vince Viper shakes his head, muttering out romanian swear words and Marissa pulls from the ropes, kicking a juggling pin out of her way. She realizes this is what she's wanted all season, and Viper curses knowing the same. He wipes blood from his lip and straightens up, removing his barbed wire laden jacket. The King of Snakes walks right to the center and promises he will be contending for the World Title, as Monet moves into his face, telling him to do his best.] "LET'S GO VILE!!" "LET'S GO MARISSA!!" "LET'S GO VILE!!" "LET'S GO MARISSA!!" Jack: We have a face to face confrontation as Marissa Monet had been deadset upon getting Vile Vince Viper in the ring, VVV has refused to wrestle her following their Death in Darkness match where he won, and Monet has hated him ever since! So much pride, so much stubborn vehemency involved between these two Superstars and this clash of the titans will see one person make their way on to a World Title Shot, who can it be!? Sean: Monet in Viper's face and VVV goes for the KICK! Marissa caught it! DRAGON SCREW LEGWHIP ON VINCE VIPER! Jim: NAILED IT! Viper up and hurting, Marissa off the side and charging as she slams the high KICK across the face! Viper to the mat canvas, clutching at his brains! You know I think what it is, is that Monet worships Viper and was furiously insulted when her hero wrote her off without any validation! Jack: Possibly perhaps, unless Vile really is afraid of her, he's been ducking her constantly! And he'd have good reason to be as Marissa with the waistlock, trying to drag Viper up and VVV hammering with back elbows, he knows what's coming if she does!! Sean: Viper in danger as Monet absorbing the blows, her face a mask of blood and pain, but she RIPS VIPER UP AND GERMAN SUPLEX NO!! Viper kneelifts through the hold and irish whipping Marissa Monet into the corner NOO! MONET REVERSING! [Viper hits the side as Monet charges and goes for the heel hook but Viper sits up on top as Marissa hits the turnbuckles!! VVV grasps for her head and Monet smashes the uppercut right into his jaw! Viper is dizzy as Marissa Monet pulls his head over onto her shoulder, reaching to grab his thighs and suplexes Vile right up into the air, kicking back and delivering a mighty Muscle Buster into the center of the ring!!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH! And a hard hit as this capacity crowd roaring out. I don't know who they want to win!! [Cut to Setzer Van Strife, arms folded, steel and emotionless.] Sean: The Power Structure STILL at ringside, looking on as Monet just laid out Vile, and now peppering him with kicks to the stomach, and taking him up, IPPONZEI as she crashes down on top and stepping through for the heel hook again, twisting it over NO! Vile turns and KICKS her away!! [Viper drags himself over, reaching for the kendo stick as Monet goes right for the bone sword!! Marissa takes the weapon up and Vile raises his, rolling over on the second black bag that's laid there all match long. Monet charges and cracks the sword over Vile's shoulder, breaking it in two as Viper falls, miserable and suffering!!] ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!*** Jack: MONET JUST BROKE THE BONE SWORD ON VILE!! And Viper down and he is motionless, Marissa knowing full well that it could all be a game of possum! "SHARK!!" "SHARK!!" "SHARK!!" "SHARK!!" "SHARK!!" Sean: Monet making sure and heading for that warped steel chair, with dents from Luke Kinsey's face on it, twisting it upside down and SMASHES IT INTO VIPER'S ARM!! And now taking it up and RAMS THE EDGE INTO VIPER'S LEG!! Jim: VVV hurting and in pain but he does not cry out! Marissa Monet with the chair overhead and BRINGS IT DOWN ON VIPER'S KNEES!! ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!!**** Sean: VIPER rolling over! And Monet for the back! ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!!!**** Jim: Viper beaten down! Into paste! Viper a bloody mess! And Monet hauling him up, chair under the throat, looking for the guillotine; Jack: VIPER SPITS THUMBTACKS IN HER FACE!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OHH!! Marissa nearly blinded! And Vile Vince Viper runs her back and CLOTHESLINES HER STRAIGHT OVER THE SIDE!!!! *****DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!***** [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER!! VIIIIIIILE!! VIIIINNNCE!! VIIIIPERRRR!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VILE VINCE VIPER HAS DONE IT! HE HAS OUTLASTED 30 OTHER PRO WRESTLERS TO EARN HIS SHOT AT THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! CAN HE DO IT! CAN HE FINALLY BECOME SPW WORLD CHAMP! Jim: TIMES SQUARE SEES THE START OF VIPER'S CRUSADE FOR THE TITLE BELT!!! HE MAY BE A MORTAL MAN NOW, BUT IS A MAN ON A MISSION!!! [Marissa Monet stands on the pavement, thumbtacks sticking out of the skin on her face. Staring up, she shakes her head in amazement and then slides right in before Referees can stop her! Monet walks over to Vile who is celebrating, and extends her hand! VVV looks at the hand as his fans in Times Square are cheering... and he takes it as the audience roars!!] Sean: AND VIPER AND MONET ENDING THEIR COLD WAR! VILE WILL NOW MOVE ON TO CHALLENGE FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT- ["Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine kicks up as JDM Superstar and Steve Greedy walk out from the back! The fans pop, thinking they had left! At ringside Scott Starring raises a branding iron, dripping with lighter fluid and evil gleams in his eye as he lights the iron on fire!! Viper looks around as Chance McKenzie, Nathan Taylor and Matt Payne surround the ring!! Setzer scales up on the far side and the fans' cheers turn to boos!!] Jack: I THOUGHT THE POWER STRUCTURE WAS GONE!! Sean: OH NO! THEY NEVER LEFT AND THEY INTEND TO KEEP VIPER FROM EVER CAPTURING HIS TITLE SHOT!!! Jim: And Security marching down, forcing to block the aisle! Marissa Monet and Vile Vince Viper could be facing the same fate as Victor Frost if they're not careful! Security surrounding the ring and the General Manager says get in there!! [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Security rolls inside as Vile Vince Viper hits a man with the Satan's Strut!! Marissa kicks down a guard as Vile backdrops another through the air! Monet armdrags another right over and shoots out the back kick to cut one off, as Viper socks a man down with a monstrous fist! The fans are screaming as Viper and Monet take down guard after guard and Monet charges to clear the ring of a guard as Viper throws another through the ropes!!] Jack: HERE COMES PAYNE, TAYLOR AND MCKENZIE!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: VIPER punching into Chance McKenzie! And Matt Payne for the charge VVV ducks!! And socks the lowblow into Payne!! Nathan Taylor with the throat, takes the man up and Viper slams the eye! Taylor dropping and- ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!!!!*** Jack: SETZER VAN STRIFE JUST WALLOPED VIPER WITH A CHAIR!!! Jim: And now Scott Starring rolling in! SLAMMING MONET ACROSS THE BACK!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Starring is furious at being eliminated! He wanted that World Title Shot and now his dreams are over, Starring with the branding iron as he demands they pull Viper's shirt off! He is going to BRAND VVV live! Right here on pay per view!! Sean: THAT BRANDING IRON FLAMING!!! I CAN'T WATCH! [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [JDM and Steve are yelling from the stage as Starring raises the branding iron, taking time to mock each and every single fan in Times Square as SABBATH comes over the barricade!! The red bag at ringside begins to move!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAAAAAAAAABBATH!! FROM THE CROWD!!! Jim: SECURITY FOCUSED ON THE BACK! [Sabbath climbs in over the side and charges to spring right in! He grabs up the tire iron and Chance McKenzie leaps for the superkick as Sabbath dodges and slams McKenzie's leg!! He spins around to crash the iron right into Nathan Taylor's guts!! Setzer gets up and Beelzebozo's mystery bag moves open as Spike Nelson pops out of the sack, clambering up on the far side!! Vile Vince Viper is helpless as Starring shouts out, and Setzer Van Strife turns to see Nelson springboard off the top rope, into a monster flip and crash his own body into the Lynch Mob Icon!!] [MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SPIKE NELSON??! VIPER'S GRANDSON I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! Jim: HE WAS IN THE SACK THE WHOLE TIME!?! Sean: Steve Greedy and JDM shocked! AND SABBATH KICKING DOWN MATT PAYNE!! [Scott Starring swears and rushes to swing the branding iron at Sabbath's face! Sabbath ducks and pulls the man right up into the air!! He catches Starring and lifts him as Starring tries to burn his leg!! Sabbath screams and Powerbombs Scott Starring into the concrete pavement of Times Square!!!] [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SCOTT STARRING MIGHT BE DEAD!!! POWERBOMBED HALFWAY THROUGH TO THE SUBWAY SYSTEM! Jim: AND SPIKE NELSON PULLING VILE OUT!! MONET ESCAPING AS WELL! Sean: STEVE GREEDY GOING APESHIT!!! [Greedy swears and curses, and rips the black curtain from the archway!! Spike drags his Grandpa over the side, the fans helping them escape as the Sabbath does the same, Chris Wheeling looking on in horror as Scott Starring is unconscious! Setzer rolls over, holding his head as he stares pure hell at the departing VVV, teeth gritted and he pounds the mat, scowling with pure hatred!! The fans are cheering as Vile Vince Viper throws out his arms, celebrating with the audience as SPW pops for the new World Title Contender!!] Sean: The Power Structure would have burned and maimed Vile had his friends not been at ringside, of all the epic battles we've ever seen this truly was it. VVV with the win and will escape with his life, he will finally face off with Steve Greedy in a Hell in the Cell match at the first Conquest of 2010!! Jim: And Greedy and JDM's master plan to eliminate the winner of the Rumble did not work, in fact thanks to Sabbath and Spike Nelson Vile Vince Viper alive and well, but you have got to think now more than ever he's a marked man! He no longer has God powers, he no longer has any booking authority, he is a Shootfire Superstar through and through on regular contract, I don't know how he survives, Sabbath and Spike can't help him any longer! Jack: What a fight, from Luke Kinsey to Joe Petrow to Shayne Grissom to Chance Fortuna, everyone fought their hardest but in the end there was only one man who would survive, who would withstand enough pain and still scrape it out to last to the very end, and that man was The ORIGINAL King of Snakes, Vile Vince Viper!! Jim: Talk about an epic battle yeah I agree, it is by the grace of... well, let me just say it's really lucky that Vile survived to win this match, and capitalize on the title shot he's earned! Sean: The title that will be defended next, in an Ironman Match!! Jack: DAVIS versus KNIGHT, next right here on Charity CARNAGE!!!! [Viper is barely even standing, as the fans roar around him, shouting at the cameras! Spike holding him up, VVV raises up his arms and motions for the World Title as that's really all he can still do. Blood caked to his face and arms, Viper is only conscious via the adrenaline that's flowing through his system, and the Hall of Famer makes it clear he wants the World Title next!] ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ SPW Conquest Live! January 25, 2010 From the St. Pete Times Arena in Tampa, Florida double main event world heavyweight championship match CHAMPION (c) vs VILE VINCE VIPER world tag team title match TEAM EGO (c) vs EDDIE CHRISTIAN and MARISSA MONET women's world title match HEATHER OWENS (c) vs "NEW YORK'S FINEST" NIKKI JAMES "HEAVY MENTAL" DAVE PIETKA vs "THE CUNNING" JAMES O'CONNOR IRIS GALIVER and POET WRIGHT vs ORCHID and ERICA TOUGHILL special guest commentator: "THE GODDESS" NINA LARUE "JESTER" CHAD ALLEN vs "SUGAR" SHAYNE GRISSOM Off The Chain "THE BAD SEED" RICH PATTERSON vs QUINN SCOTT "THE DREAM" MARCUS DAVIS vs JOHNNY PAIN PLUS! We hear from new Fusion Champion, "THE GENERAL" BARRY BALDWIN! KIERAN RAE calls out "THE BLONDE BOMBSHELL" TIFFANY LANE! ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____CCARNAGE______________________________________________________________/ [Fade into the stark atmosphere of New York in the Winter as Times Square is popping! At fever pitch, the crowds are cheering as they wave to the camera, holding up their signs! All of Times Square has come to a standstill as the streets of 7th and 42nd are buzzing, billboards playing the action inside the wrestling ring from all night long! And the following graphics roll; ___________________________________________________________________________ | |________<_>_______________________________________________<_>__________| | | | \___________________________________________________________________/ | | | | |\ /| | | | | | | SPW | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | world heavyweight title match | | | | | | | | ANDREW DAVIS vs SAMMY KNIGHT | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CHARITY CARNAGE | | | | | | |/_________________________________________________________________\| | | | |_/___________________________________________________________________\_| | |_|________<_>_________________________________________________<_>________|_| Jack: Well wrestling fans, this is it, and now, please welcome your very special guest referee! ["Hellrider" by Judas Priest begins to play as the lights go dim in Times Square. 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 just a black leather jacket with "HEARTLESS" across the back in white lettering, he stands and flexes, roaring to his fans! Volga wearing dark jeans and a black and white referee's shirt!!] [HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE FAAAAACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Here they come These gods of steel Megatron Devouring what's concealed" [Jakob walks down the aisle, crossing to slap hands, outstretched arms tagging with the cheering fans! Volga makes his way to ringside, wiping his beard and heads up the steps to the apron and wipes his feet before entering between the ropes. He raises his hands in the air and goes to the center of the ring.] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Speed of death Crossfired they stare Final breath From vaporizing glares" [Jakob takes off his jacket, yelling out once again as he tosses the jacket to Amber at ringside. Moving over to the Shootfire logo, HJV is all smiles as he drops down to one knee, overjoyed to be back in Shootfire Pro Wrestling.] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I thought he was gone! He must have signed a legend's deal!! HJV our special guest Referee for this ironman match, that is perfect, you want the one man that can call this thing down the middle, a sure to be epic match and Jakob Volga exactly an official we can all count on to call this right! Jack: Fantastic to see HJV back in a Shootfire ring, and now we are all waiting on the edge of our seats to see the arrival of one SAMMY KNIGHT! I have never seen this place more amped up! "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" [Across Times Square, as the thousands of fan stir in anticipation, the sound of a cell block unlocking is heard. The cold steel of the cell echoes throughout the Crossroads of the World.] *CLANK* [Simultaneously, the lights in the arena go out, rendering the crowd without light amongst an all black background. Suddenly the opening piano chords of Ice Cube's "Gangsta Rap Made Me Do It" blare throughout the loudspeakers. A spotlight begins to flash and circulate throughout the arena with every subsequent chord.] "Blame me" [The spotlight illuminates the top of the entrance way as Sammy Knight is now standing, head bowed, fists clenched as he bobs his head to the song.] "You niggaz know my pyroclastic flow You niggaz know my pyroclastic flow flow You niggaz know my pyroclastic flow it's R-A-W, R-A-W" [Knight is wearing all black. His creased pair of black Dickies' pants are held up by a black belt and hang loosely from his waist over a black pair of sneakers. A black wifebeater clings tightly to his tatted and muscular frame. Lastly, a black beanie is pulled tightly over his head. Plain yet deliberate, the all black attire is indicative of his demeanor. As he bobs his head, he pounds his chest two times with his closed fist and then raises his fist towards the sky.] **BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!** [A single shot firework rings out throughout the sky as Knight begins to walk down to the ring.] "You looking at the grand wizard, war lord vocal chord so vicious And I don't have to show riches to pull up pull off with some bad bitches And it ain't about chivalry It's about dope lyrics and delivery It's about my persona ain't nothing like a man that can do what he wanna Ain't nothing like man on that you knew on the corner See 'em come up and fuck up the owner" [This is the new Sammy Knight that his fans have come to expect. Very controlled. Very deliberate. Very methodical. Knight is slowly walking down the aisle with a face that can be described as nothing less than angry as a scowl covers every inch of his facade. The honeymoon is over with Knight as recent frustrations have taken a visible toll on the former champion.] "See 'em throw up Westside California Nigga I'm hot as Phoenix Arizona I'm utah I got multiple bitches It's a new law keep a hold of yo riches Dumb nigga don't spend it as soon as you get it And recognize I'm a captain and you a lieutenant" [With each step towards the ring, the spot light flickers on and off of him. Knight's emotions are more and more visible. As he makes his way down the entry way, Knight acknowledges his fans with more head nodding and direct eye contact. Times Square stands up to applaud Knight as he makes his way.] "I can say what I want to say ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nigga ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it I can act like an animal ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I eat you like a cannibal ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it" [As Knight nears ringside, he walks towards the stairs slowly and pauses. Surveying the crowd and bobbing his head more aggressively to the music.] "I'm raw as a dirty needle Choke an eagle Just to feed all my people Lyrically I'm so lethal Plant thoughts in they mind just to defeat you Ice Cube is a saga y'all spit saliva And I spit lava I got the fearless flow Don't get near this ho If you sacred to go" [Knight slowly enters the ring and walks to the center of it. As he stops directly on the SPW logo, he looks down at it. Pausing momentarily in his actions. He then looks out at the thousands and thousands of Shootfire Professional Wrestling fans gathered in Times Square.] "I keep it gangsta and why should change that fuck you all you motherfuckers tryin to change rap But arent you the same cat that sat back when they brought cocaine back I'm tryin to get me a Maybach how you motherfuckers gonna tell me don't say that you the ones that we learned it from I heard nigga back in 1971" [Still looking out at the thousands of fans, Knight does a slow and calculated 360 degree survey of the cheering fans. Knight walks towards a corner of the ring and he then slowly begins to climb up the turnbuckle.] "So if I act like a pimp ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I call you a nappy headed ho ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I shoot up your college ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I rob you of knowledge ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it" [As he sits on the turnbuckle, Knight once again lowers his heads and gathers himself, bobbing his head along to the beat. His arms rest folded in his lap as he leans on his elbows which are pressed against his knees, eyes ready as he looks ahead, completely focused.] "Thank God when I bless the mic You finally get to hear the shit that you like A nigga talkin bout real life so you can try to get this shit right Use your brain not your back use your brain not a gat It's a party not a jack (for real) Don't be scared of them people Walk up in there and show them that you equal (fuck them fuck them)" [Knight then stands up on the top rope, once again pounding his chest two times before letting out a scream from the top of his lungs.] **AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*** "Don't be material a nigga grew up on milk and cereal I never for got vaness and imperial Look at my life Ice Cube is a miracle It could be you if you was this lyrical It could be her if she was this spiritual Cuz me and Allah go back like cronies I don't got to be fake cause he is my homie" [Knight then jumps off the rope and as he lands, another shot from the firework gallery explodes throughout the ring!!] **BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!** [Knight then takes the beanie off his head and throws it into the crowd. He stands in the middle of the ring, focused, staring and absolutely locked into the match ahead of him.] "If I sell a liitle crack ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I die and I rap ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I take you for granted ain't nohin to it gangsta rap made me do it If I fuck up the planet ain't nothin to it gangsta rap made me do it" [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The lights go out throughout the arena and the song immediately dies. Slowly, the thumping bass from Kanye West’s “Flashing Lights” echoes from one end of the crowd to the other. A wall of light bulbs appears on the SPWTron. First, a large “D” appears on the left of the screen] D "Flashing lights, lights" [Next to the “D,” an “A” appears, pulsing to the beat of the music.] D A "Flashing lights, lights" D A V "Flashing lights, lights" D A V I "Flashing lights, lights" D A V I S [The last letter appears as the crowd is booing to fever pitch! The light bulbs brighten, from their regular yellow to a bright, piercing white. As the lights brighten, the bulbs begin to explode, one at a time at first, then all at once. As the bulbs explode, the screen washes out, a blinding white!] "She don't believe in shootin' stars, But she believe in shoes & cars Wood floors in the new apartment, Couture from the store's department" You more like L'eau de Stardee shit, I'm more of the, trips to Florida Order the hors d'oeuvres, views of the Water Straight from the page of your favorite author" [At the screen’s brightest, golden fireworks explode from around the edge of the SPWTron, and "D A V I S" reappears on the screen. Standing underneath the golden letters and fireworks, bathed in golden light, is "The Lightweight Legend" Andrew Davis. His right arm straight in the air, Davis is wearing white tights, specially designed for him by Dolce & Gabbana, with the letters "DAVIS" written down each leg in, naturally, gold. Black boots with "AD" written in cursive and D&G sunglasses complete the ensemble. Over his shoulder sits the Shootfire World Heavyweight Championship, buffed to a golden shine. He holds it out by its new designer strap, and makes sure Times Square knows who it belongs to.] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "And the weather so breezy, Man why can't life always be this easy She in the mirror dancing so sleazy, I get a call like where are you Yeezy" Try to hit you with a 'Oeur de Whopee' Till I get flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these nigga's got me, I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis" [Andrew Davis slowly pans around Times Square, taking in the blistering hate from the fans. A brace on his right knee reminds of his previously broken leg, and his face reminds that he isn’t the young guy who started making his name in Shootfire. Older, wiser, brasher, cooler, Shootfire’s second Grand Slam Champion starts to walk down to the ring, "D A V I S" flashing on the SPWTron, causing a minor strobe effect. Andrew appears on the ramp, disappears, then appears a few feet closer, the gold light reflecting off his D&G sunglasses and the title.] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "As I recall I know you love to show off, But I never thought that you would take it this far- But what do I know?" "Flashing lights, lights" "What do I know? "Flashing lights, lights" [Making sure to stay arms length away from the crowd, Andrew walks up the ropes and pauses on the apron, taking in the adoration. Significantly amused, he steps through the ropes and into the ring. The SPWTron plays footage from Charity Carnage, Davis hitting the 540 Degree Swanton from the ring to drive a chair through a barbed-wire wrapped Dave Pietka through a broadcast table! Walking to the corner, Davis leaps to the second rope, and holds his arms out as he ducks down low, pointing to himself with both thumbs and telling everyone in Jamaica and watching at home just how great he is!!!] "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 crowd in Times Square, embracing the anger as he runs his mouth, promising to die if he has to keep his belt.] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL, AND IS AN IRONMAN MATCH FOR THE SPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD! PRESENTED BY MYRIAD CAPITAL MANAGEMENT AND RSN PAY PER VIEW, IN ASSOCIATION WITH THE NEW YORK STATE ATHLETIC COMMISSION, THIS FIGHT WILL BE CONDUCTED UNDER SHOOTFIRE RULES!! YOUR SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE FOR THIS MATCH... PLEASE WELCOME MAKING HIS RETURN TO SPW, "HEAARRRRTLESSS" JAAAKOB! VOOOLLLLLGGGGAAAA!!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" "H J V!!!" Sean: DAMN GLAD TO SEE HJV BACK IN AN SPW RING!! [Volga smiles, and points right out as he swings a mock axehandle!] Stone: AND NOW THE PARTICIPANTS IN THIS MATCH... INTRODUCING FIRST, A FORMER WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION, SHOOTFIRE ICON AND THE LONGEST REIGNING SPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION EVER!! FROM COMPTON CALIFORNIA... WEIGHING IN AT 250 POUNDS AND STANDING 6 FOOT 4 ...HE IS [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMYYY! KNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MEGA MASSIVE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: We are wrestling and right there some say is the greatest wrestler in the World today, crowned or no but he wants to become Heavyweight Champion for the second time ever, this is what it all comes down to for Sammy Knight. All season long he has been on a personal quest to regain the belt he hasn't held since Iconoclasm, and now this is rematch he earned, this is what he's been working for for so long, it all comes down to this. [Sammy nods, pointing out as he thanks his fans, and moves to the center as the fans are cheering. Andrew Davis stands tall, staring through Knight with black sunglasses on, jawing as he chews his gum loudly and raises up the World Title by its Dolce & Gabbanna strap, handing it off to Volga.] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT, A FORMER SPW WORLD TAG TEAM, DIAMOND, AND THE FIRST EVER THREE TIME WORLD CHAMPION!! FROM MALIBU, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5 FOOT 10, WEIGHING IN AT 210 SVELTE POUNDS, HE IS SHOOTFIRE’S WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, HE IS.... AAAAANNNNNDREW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: If you're Davis you have got to be pacing yourself, this is a marathon man contest if ever, a throwback to our great sport's origins in 1904, back when athletes proved human Superstars by competing for hours on end. When you have to prepare for a challenge the size of Sammy Knight, you prepare for the match of your life! *DINGDINGDING!!!!!* Jack: Time starts now, and the clock is going our fans can watch on the big Shootfire Screen! Pinfall or Submission, DQ or CO are the only way to go, and Davis and Knight circling as Volga saying wrestle!! The grapple and lockup! Both men now jockeying for position, oh it's clear Sammy has the slight power advantage but Davis really pushing back hard! He may be the Champ but he does not want to show any signs of weakness in the early goings on. [Sammy goes to walk Andrew back at the ropes and Davis throws the lock free, shoving away as he wipes the his mouth with the back of his hand, clearly annoyed at being outmaneuvered. Knight stalks around him, and raises his arm to incite Andrew on. The fans begin to cheer as Davis turns towards them, sneering and looks right back to Sammy, both moving in closer and grab the lockup in, each man fighting to shove the other back! Knight wrenches on the side headlock as Davis top wristlocks out of it and taking Knight backwards, goes to push in the bridge but Sammy POWERS down to grab Andrew in the standing side headlock once again!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Davis flailing, trying to pull position, trying to get out! Sammy in control! Sean: Sammy wearing Andrew down, he is setting the pace for the match and that could be the downfall of Andrew Davis right there! As the World Champion, you need to control the pace, you need to make your opponent wrestle you, not the other way around. Jim: Oh he won't go gently into this dark night, believe you me! Davis taking Sammy back into the ropes and THROWS Him off! Knight across the ring! [Sammy comes rushing back as Andrew leapfrogs clear over his head! The fans pop at the amazing height as Sammy twists around and throws the lariat, Davis into the back handspring as Knight just misses him!! Andrew lands and snaps the arm over to pull in the Short Arm and leaps to SLAM The Headshot!!!] ***WWWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMM!!!!*** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HEADSHOT! HEADSHOT!! HEADSHOT!!! HE GOT HIM! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! SAMMY KICKED OUT! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! KNIGHT FORCED HIMSELF TO KICK OUT!! Jack: And I think that just made Andrew Davis madder!! Davis on Sammy and punching his head in, hooks the side headlock and just beating into Knight! Andrew pulling Sammy up and locking his head, kneestrike! Kneestrike!! KNEESTRIKE and Knight knocked down!! Sean: Put the right knee into Sammy's head, and yes I believe you are right he is ashamed that Sammy kicked out of his patented, finishing maneuver! Well what did he expect he's facing a fresh World Challenger, not a grappler who just got out of a Deathwish Cage Match! [Davis gets the hand in the face to force Sammy back and sends him running across the ring with the irish whip- and Knight slams into the side and springs back to scream out smashing in the flying Shoulder Tackle!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: KNIGHT CLEARED DAVIS OUT OF THE WAY!!! AND NOW SCRAMBLING BACK TO GET THE LEG IN, HE HAS THE COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: NOOO!! Nothing doing the Champ kicks out! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Sammy nonplussed as he works that wrist, twisting it under and inside to slam the shoulder right up into the arm! Oh and WINDS that arm over, now slams the shoulderblock in to do the damage even further! ARMWRINGER and Davis forced to his knees! And Sammy Knight back in control with the standing armbar, securing the Champion on his knees. Pick a part, make it go dead. Jim: Yeah but with Davis I'd go for his legs, he needs them to fly and if anyone can fly in SPW it's the Lightweight Legend in Andrew Davis. Jack: Knight twisting the arm over again- and Davis diving forward! Andrew rolls on his back to spin up around and WRENCHES Knight over using the wristlock himself! OH!! And Davis going for the hammerlock, securing it in with both arms as Sammy trapped, Andrew fighting fire with fire as he rolls in for the drop toehold NO! Sammy steps out and sprawling, planting himself in the center of the ring! Instead he takes the arms through the legs and Trying to SET DAVIS UP FOR THE LOCKDOWN!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ANDREW CRAWLING AS FAST AS HE CAN INTO THE ROPES!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Oh he had THAT move well scouted! Andrew Davis knows exactly how damaging the Lockdown can be, how devastating a move that is, and "Heartless" Jakob Volga saying to Sammy stay back! Knight pacing, moves back to the center of the ring and throws up the 'D' sign!! [MEGA FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Playing to this already electric New York Crowd, this truly has been a great reception for all of Shootfire Pro Wrestling and now this capacity audience in Times Square more than thrilled to finally be witnessing the clash of the titans as Knight vyes for Davis's gold. Can he do it? Can he regain the Title for his second time! Sean: Andrew in the ropes, taking his sweet time. He does not like the idea of Sammy forcing him to tap for his first fall of the daytime. It is not a good precedent to be sure and Davis will have none of it. [The crowd is booing as Andrew knees up, scowling as he sees Sammy playing to the fans. Volga orders Sammy back, as the fans are rising to give Davis hell. Knowing he can lose by count out, Andrew doesn't go very far, walking to psyche himself up as he stares at Knight, and curses as he builds up hostility and charges to slide right in! Sammy goes for Davis and Andrew slips right back out again before Knight can get to him, earning even more boos!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Davis walking and SOMEONE HIT HIM WITH A SODA!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: COME ON NOW!! THROW THAT GUY OUTTA HERE!! Jim: Yeah, you can't be doing that! And Davis covered in slushee in an already sub-arctic weather temperature, this air makes flat hair go frizzy as if Andrew's drycleaners didn't have enough problems as it is, Davis is not looking like the A-Lister he normally is. Sean: That he normally thinks he is. Anyhow, Volga beginning a count as Sammy beckons him in, ducking down low as his eyes are locked on their target, his prey in the World Title Reign of one Andrew Davis. [Andrew runs up the stairs and ducking in, calls out Knight and Sammy lunges right for him! He goes right back to the arm as Davis shoots the dropkick into the knee!] [POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OHH! Sammy caught limping, making an uncharacteristic mistake! Davis with the headlock and KICKS out the back of the legs!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Got him good, took him down! And now slides the elbowdrop into the knee! Up and punches into the side of the knee! Andrew Davis twisting the leg up, steps around it and drives his shin right into the side of Sammy's leg! Knight sat up and shouted in pain! And Andrew keeps the leglace on. Jack: HJV in and asking Sammy if he wants to submit, he knows the answer's no, and it is, but Volga has to ask just the same. Andrew Davis twisting and torquing that leg, as Knight has to inch back, using both arms to pull and get to the ropes!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: VOLGA warding Davis back and Andrew does not want to break but Jakob Volga in his face!! Yelling him back as the brawler's known to do, a very short fuse on our special guest referee!! [Davis drags Sammy away and stepping over the arm, spins around and dives over the top to take Knight over in La Magistral!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DAVIS WITH THE COVER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: KNIGHT KICKS OUT!! AND SHOVING UP!! Sean: DAVIS WITH A KICK TO THE LEGS!! AND TO THE THIGHS! TO THE BACK! AND THE STOMACH! HIGH KICK TO THE BACK! AND FLYING CRESCENT KICK TAKES SAMMY INTO THE ROPES!! [The fans boo with Andrew jumping right up to catch Knight mid-air and flip him over with the flying Hurricarana! Sammy hits the mat and bounces as Davis runs the side, leaping to the second turnbuckle and flips back with the Lionsault to smash down across Sammy's chest!! The fans are jeering as Sammy gets up and Andrew swings around back behind, locking in the full nelson and executes a perfect suplex to land the bridge for the pin!!] Jim: DRAGON SUPLEX!! NICELY DONE!! Jack: WILL IT BE ENOUGH! DAVIS WITH THE BRIDGE!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAMMY KICKS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KNIGHT ESCAPES AT TWO!! And rolling up, ANDREW RAKES THE FACE! OH HE WENT TO THE EYES!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Knight takes a huge kick to the guts!! And bent over, Andrew charging the ropes what is this!? Grabs the waist and CARTWHEEL INTO THE BOMB!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: HE JUST HIT KNIGHT WITH A CARTWHEEL BOMB! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Sammy just able to kick out at two and three tenths! I can't believe it, the World Champion busting out a new maneuver I've never seen in SPW or wrestling, before, almost wiping out Sammy Knight but credit the fighting spirit of the former World's Champ, Sammy all about heart and thus able to kick out and keep the score at zero! Jim: Andrew with the arm still intact, taking Knight up as he steps over the arm and winding it between his legs hooks the head and DESCRATOR DDT!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: NO WAY!! SAMMY DOWN!! SAMMY KNIGHT IS DOWN!! Jim: AND DAVIS COVERS HE HAS THE LEG!!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! SAMMY KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Jim: FIFTEEN MINUTES IN!! [Knight rolls away as Davis grabs his own head, staring up at "Heartless" Jakob Volga as he argues that was three! Sammy drops off the side, to the street as he tries to walk and collect his bearings. Volga shakes his head no, telling Davis that was only two! Andrew turns his attention as Sammy goes around the corner, and AD charges full speed to catch the top turnbuckle and flip to dive clear over the ringpost, flying to slam into Sammy with the Tope Con Hilo!!] [MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OHHHH!! AND ANDREW DAVIS WIPING KNIGHT OUT!! BOTH MEN DOWN ON THE FLOOR!!! Jim: AND STILL NO FALLS TO EITHER MAN YET! [The fans are on their feet, roaring as they cheer and urge Sammy to get up! Knight kicks out a leg, full of hurting and pain as Davis breathes hard adjacent to him. Times Square comes alive in their willing Sammy to get up, motioning and waving for the popular Superstar to get to his feet. Andrew rolls back, and throws himself up in the Kip Up! He spreads his arms and yells as the entire audience boos!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Davis taking up Sammy and throwing him into the turnbuckle pole, Knight staggering back as Andrew pitching him right back into the ring! Andrew Davis scaling the ropes, Knight doesn't even know where he is, and ANDREW pulling back, SPRINGBOARD INTO THE AIR AND LEAPS!! Jim: SAMMY SOCKS HIM RIGHT IN THE STOMACH!!! "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jack: AND KNIGHT BLASTED DAVIS!!! THAT'LL PUT AN END TO IT! Sean: Sammy going for that leg- AND HE GRABS THE LEGBRACE HE'S RIPPING IT RIGHT OFF!! Jim: IS HE GOING TO BEAT DAVIS WITH IT!?! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KNIGHT PULLING OFF THAT KNEEBRACE AND JAKOB VOLGA GRABBING IT AWAY! SO KNIGHT SLAMS THE STOMP TO THE EXPOSED KNEE AND ELBOWDROP INTO THE GUTS INSTEAD!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Davis rolls around, kneeing up as he grasps at his stomach, trying to get some breath as Sammy runs the ropes and charges back to dive slamming the clothesline in and crashing Davis over! The fans are cheering as Sammy takes Davis right up and runs him across the ring to smash his head off the turnbuckles, then spins to irish whip him across to the other side! Andrew hits the buckles and Knight charges full speed as Davis throws up the boot to strike Sammy in the chest!! Knight staggers back as Andrew runs and leaps for the Hurricanrana and Sammy catches and slams him with the Blue Thunder Bomb!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND SAMMY KNIGHT UP AND SHOUTING OUT TO HIS FANS IN TIMES SQUARE!!!! [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND ONCE AGAIN ANDREW DAVIS SLIDING RIGHT BACK OUTSIDE TO SAFETY!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Davis doesn't know what to make of this, and he's not happy. He hit some of the best moves he's come up with in this and not even one fall to his credit. Sammy Knight just won't stay down, he won't stop coming, no matter what Andrew Davis does as the Champ has to know his best signatures are probably very well scouted. Can he keep busting out these new attacks or will he run out and be forced into a corner by the ever-resilient Sammy Knight!? Sean: If this was any other man I'd say yes but knowing Sammy and what he's capable of, all bets are off. Andrew Davis is right to be frustrated and it's starting to show. Jim: Jakob Volga saying get back in the ring, he wants this match to continue the proper way as he's warding Sammy back. Davis wanting no part of his energetic contender, well, even in the Super Bowl they call time out. Pansies. "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" "SAMMY!!!" Jack: Sammy motioning as Andrew runs and slides in! He can take no more and throws the punch!! NO Sammy blocked it! Twisting the arm over and lifting Davis into the air, by his own hand rips it over to armwringer SMASH Andrew Davis right into the mat!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: What, Sammy can't bust out a new move!? Knight with the stepover armbar, in it to secure as Jakob in to ask if Andrew wants to submit, Davis saying no and Sammy kicks the arm for good measure!! Oh just wearing down that limb! Andrew in misery as Sammy Knight twisting it over again and knee inside right to the tricep area! Up and does it again!! Sammy now, winding the arm back over as he pulls in the arm, folding it back up and diving forward to slam Davis on his elbow facefirst!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Andrew crying out! Sammy Knight locking the arm and head, hooking Davis as he takes him up for the hammerlock DDT, DAVIS BACKBRIDGING WITH THE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOO KNIGHT KICKED OUT! KNIGHT ESCAPED!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Davis rolls up, kneeing away to go right into the ropes!! Sammy is on him immediately as Volga shouts for a break, and Knight instead winds in the top wristlock but Davis kicks at his guts, and grabbing the hair pushes Sammy around to send him into the corner, and stomps out the kneecap! Andrew locks Knight and screams as he launches him with a massive hiptoss!! Sammy sails through the air and lands on his hands and knees, right as Davis dives over top to connect with the flipping bulldog!] Sean: OHH! Sammy driven down on his face! And Davis shaking that arm out, heading over to take the legs and twisting them around, turns inside for the Figure Four Leglock- Jack: SAMMY HAS HIS HEAD AND TAKES HIM OVER WITH THE CRADLE!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: NOOO!! DAVIS KICKED OUT!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Davis to his feet and Sammy smashes the clothesline!! Jim: DAVIS DUCKED! AND HOOKING THE ARMS FOR A BACKSLIDE!! Jack: TO HIS KNEES AND TAKING SAMMY OVER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KNIGHT KICKS OUT!! To his feet and Andrew hooks the arm and kicks up to lock in the flying headscissors!! Instead of being taken over, Sammy grabs his legs!! Throwing them up into the air, SAMMY KNIGHT HITS THE BLOOD DROP!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND SAMMY WITH THE PINFALL HE HAS THE LATERAL PRESS! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY KNIGHT HAS ONE FALL! HE HAS THE FIRST FALL OF THE MATCH!! Sean: ALRIGHT!!! SAMMY KNIGHT JUST PINNED THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Jim: HE GOT HIM!!! WHAT AN AMAZING COUNTER, RIGHT INTO THE BLOOD DROP!!!! THAT'S HOW YA DO IT! [The fans are cheering, some jumping around as Sammy shoves up, seething with adrenaline as it pumps through his veins! Knight looks around Times Square, and then up at the clock on the SPWTron and it reads 32:54!] Jack: Nearly half an hour into this match and Sammy Knight gets the first pinfall of the fight, he earned this! Andrew Davis laid to waste as "Heartless" Jakob Volga warding Knight back, ordering him to a safe distance as we wait to see what, to see how the Champ can regroup to handle this! Sammy Knight with the first fall and just over half an hour to go yet! [Andrew Davis throws himself over, almost in disbelief as he pushes up, Volga warding Sammy away. Knight is animated, wanting to get in and Jakob tells him to stay back. Davis slams his fist into the mat and rolling up, holds the back of his skull in pain. Andrew pulls up and steps back to lean against the ropes, and Sammy rushes to charge and throws the clothesline to flip Andrew Davis backwards right over the top rope!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS SENT FOR THE FLIP!!! AND HE LANDS ON HIS FEET!! [Andrew rips Sammy off his boots and drags him outside to twist and send Knight smashing into the ringpost!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY TAKEN DOWN!! AND DAVIS COLLAPSING! Jim: Oh you knew that Blood Drop took everything out of him! But Andrew trying to get himself back into this, he has got to survive and right now his belt in jeopardy! Davis must regroup, has to collect himself and buy himself some time but he has half an hour to go to tie this up, to even the score! [Davis grabs onto the ring apron cover, and pulls himself inside the ring. Jakob heads to the side, and raising his hands, begins a count. Sammy is dazed and laid out on the floor, arms outspread as his leg is halfway under the ring. Inside, Andrew grips the middle rope to pull himself up, head aching as he uses the top rope for support. Sammy gets up, slowly and pushes himself inside as Andrew Davis is on him with rabid punches to the head!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS beating down Sammy! Not even allowing him the chance to get up! Pummeling into him as hard as he can!! And now Davis up and pulling on the ropes to rain the stomps into Sammy! Kicking into the number one contender with everything he has, and Sammy can't stay in, he has to retreat to the floor!! Jim: Whoa! He drove Knight from the ring! Sammy hurting as he tries to get his bearings- Sean: Davis to the outside! And looking back- JUMPS TO SPRING OFF THE SECOND ROPE!!! AAAAASSSSAAAIIII MOOOOOONNNSAAAUUULLT!!!! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: TOOK SAMMY DOWN!! EXPERTLY DONE!!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Like a thing of beauty when Andrew Davis sails!! And Sammy Knight taken down no kidding, right into the street as Davis up and not boasting, he goes right into Sammy with kicks and stomps to the leg right back on that knee once again. Davis taking Sammy up right away, while still disoriented, and elevates for the suplex into the air!! Jack: ANDREW DAVIS CHARGING AND CARRYING SAMMY KNIGHT AND DROPS THE KNEE ACROSS THE STEEL STEPS!! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHH!!!!*** [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: NAILED HIM! And Sammy down and hurting his leg, and Jakob Volga not DQing, does not even count, he must want to see the most even fight possible! Jim: Oh Jakob of all people knows how important pay per view main events are to the fans, he is letting this go as best he can, to really find out who the better man is. Jack: Knight hurting, clutching at his leg as Davis wastes no time in pulling him up, and pushing him right back inside. [Sammy is cursing under his breath as Davis rolls him back in, Knight crawling to try and withstand the pain, as Andrew scales the ropes to the top from the floor! Davis climbs to the very heights of the ring as Sammy is limping up, and Andrew grits his teeth to leap out and dive with the sailing forearm right at the leg and Knight twists to catch the arm and spike Davis on his face!!!] ***WWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!!*** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ANDREW CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFACE ARMBAR!! AND SAMMY KNIGHT HAS THE SUBMISSION IN!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: DAVIS SCREAMING THROUGH THE ARM!! AND GETTING THAT LEG OUT! DAVIS TRYING TO EXTEND HIS OWN LEG TO GET AT THE BUCKLES!! HE CANNOT TAP OUT! Jack: NO! BUT HE CAN PASS OUT!!! Sean: VOLGA IN ANDREW'S FACE!! AND ASKING IF HE WANTS TO GIVE! DAVIS SWEARING NO!! AND STRETCHING BEYOND BELIEF TO GET HIS OWN BOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!! HE HAS IT!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND KNIGHT NOT LETTING GO!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SAMMY KNIGHT HANGING ON AS JAKOB VOLGA SAYS RELEASE!! KNIGHT REFUSING! DAVIS -THE ARM BEING PULLED OUT FROM ITS SOCKET!!! Jim: SAMMY HANGING ON! AND HJV FORCED TO COUNT! 1! 2! 3! 4- Jack: FINALLY KNIGHT BREAKS!! Oh but the damage has been done! [The Shootfire Faithful are cheering as Sammy gets up, murderous intent in his eyes as Andrew Davis rolls around, clutching at his busted arm. He tries to elbow over, dragging himself for the side but Sammy pulls him right back into the center of the ring! But this time he goes for the left knee and ripping Davis up, jams the kneecap down into the logo as hard as he possibly can!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Knight going to work on that injured limb of Andrew Davis, and now trying to defeat another one! Taking Davis apart, piece by piece!! This is why many consider him the best! Jim: Yeah say what you want about Sammy Knight but no one here has any doubts as for his wrestling expertise. We thought Sammy might be animated, right out of the gate, maybe take some risks, take some chances, put it all on the line; but instead he's being methodical, determined, focused! Focused like never before!! Sean: Davis hurting and in a bad way, as Sammy twisting that leg over and holds it tight, Andrew rolling over- ****CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!**** Jack: AND KICKS SAMMY ACROSS THE FACE!! GAMENGIRI FROM THE MAT!!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SAMMY knocked sideways! And Andrew Davis rolling back- KIP UP RIGHT INTO SAMMY'S FACE!!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OHHH!!! Davis with a devastating shot! Sammy up and hurting, Davis taking the head over and hooking the injured leg FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE GOT HIM!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAMMY KNIGHT KICKED OUT!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY KNIGHT ESCAPED! OH HOW DID HE DO IT!! Jim: FORTY MINUTES IN!! THERE ARE TWENTY MINUTES LEFT! [Sammy is laid out but breathing hard as Davis backs up, and charging over kicks out the leg to deliver the corkscrew elbow straight into Sammy Knight!! The fans roar out as Andrew forces himself up, limping and charges the ropes to slam off the side, rushing back to dive into the flipping Senton, diving his back into Sammy's chest!! Davis pulls his foot into the air, and stomps down on Sammy's throat as the audience screams!!!!] [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: WHAT THE HELL!! DAVIS YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!! Jim: HE'S TRYING TO KEEP HIS TITLE AND HE'LL DO ANYTHING HE GODDAMN PLEASES!! Sean: SAMMY KNIGHT UP AND CHOKING!! ANDREW OFF THE SIDE AND JAMS THE DROPKICK INTO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! [Jakob shouts at Andrew as Davis immediately goes to hook in the front chancery, pulling Sammy up and cutting off the air with the forearm in the throat, and grabbing the leg again, hits a spinning fisherman's neckbreaker!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OHH!! And combining two maneuvers together for a lethal combination! Andrew Davis has got to stay on him, he cannot showboat, he cannot take distraction, he must employ every shred of effort possible to put down Sammy Knight and even this match up! Davis still down 0 to 1!!! Jim: Andrew Davis twisting Sammy up and around, looking for that ADHD Hangman's Neckbreaker, signature maneuver and SAMMY KNIGHT WITH THE REVERSE SNAPMARES DAVIS RIGHT INTO THE BUCKLES!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE HAD THAT MOVE SCOUTED!! AND DAVIS UPSIDE DOWN!! Jim: KNIGHT INTO THE AIR AND CRASHES THE ELBOW STRAIGHT INTO DAVIS!!! Jack: OHHH!!! FULL BODY WEIGHT, CRUSHED THE STERNUM!! SAMMY BACK IN CONTROL!!!! Jim: Just like that, Just like that Knight can turn the tables on you! Volga saying get from the ropes but Sammy doesn't care, on Davis and punching away as hard as he can, beating down into Andrew who can only try and cover up! Sean: VOLGA saying break and Sammy won't listen! And now HJV with the arm! PULLING Knight away!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Sammy shouting at him to get out of his way! Volga in his face saying stay back!! Jack: Davis allowed the time to try and recover, as our guest Ref arguing with Knight! He does not like Sammy going into business for himself as Andrew Davis rolling up, and sliding right out of the ring to buy himself some more time-- Sean: SAMMY SHOVING VOLGA ASIDE AND RUNS TO CHARGE THE TOP!! KNIGHT SLINGSHOTTING OVER THE SIDE AND FLYING _PLANCHA_ TAKING ANDREW DAVIS DOWWWNNN!!!! AMAZING! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KNIGHT WITH THE PLANCHA!!! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! AND DAVIS NEAR WIPED OUT! [Davis crawls around, stumbling up as he heads around the ring, barely aware of where he is and he crashes right into the broadcast table! Knight is giving haste, limping after him and taking Andrew's head up, bangs it right off the metal shield!] Jim: OHHH! And they're brawling right at our desk!! Forget Avatar, this is 3D in your face!! Sean: Both these two just fighting as Sammy with Andrew's head and BANGS IT OFF THE DESK AGAIN!! Jim: Davis slinging punch after punch- Sammy DUCKED the final shot!! And SAMMY KNIGHT WITH THE GHETTOBLASTA!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DAVIS BLOCKED WITH BOTH FOREARMS!! OH WOW! Jack: VOLGA SLIDING OUTSIDE -- DAVIS WITH A MONITOR!! ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHH!!!*** Sean: HE JUST BASHED SAMMY KNIGHT WITH YOUR MONITOR, JIM!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Well NOW HOW WILL I SEE THE MATCH!?! Jack: Sammy Knight dazed and stunned as Andrew Davis with that injured arm, swinging Sammy around and around to send the irish whip KNIGHT SENT RIGHT INTO THE POLE!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Davis strains over, pushing Sammy back into the ring as Knight rolls over. Scaling to the apron, Andrew pulls back as sweat pours down his face, and springboards to stand on the top, and leaps into the air to pull up his legs and shoot them down with the Way of the Warrior!! Knight throws himself over as Davis lands hard!! Andrew instantly leaps into a flip and crashes the legdrop down across Knight's face!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND DAVIS WITH THE COVER!!! VOLGA HALFWAY IN TO COUNT!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: KNIGHT KICKED OUT!! HE KICKED OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! [Davis rolls over and starts punching into Sammy, beating him with a fist to the face as he smashes the man over and over, near ready to break his own fingers as he punches into Knight! Volga shakes his head as Davis beats Knight in desperation, and wrapping in the chokehold rises to turn facing the crowd and drops to crack the backbreaker across his back!! Knight hits the mat as Andrew Davis tries to breathe, forcing himself on and makes it up to break for the ropes!] Sean: Knight laid out and Andrew Davis charging, handspring, legs into the top rope! Flying backwards to flip through the air he grabs his legs and SMASHES THE ELBOW INTO SAMMY KNIGHT!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SUPERSTAR ELBOW!!! AND DAVIS DRAGGING KNIGHT UP!! Sean: ANDREW WITH THE RIGHT HOOK!! SAMMY FIGHTING BACK CLOCKS ANDREW HARD!! Jim: DAVIS BLASTS THE PUNCH INTO SAMMY AGAIN! SAMMY STRIKES BACK!! Jack: ANDREW WITH THE HAYMAKER KNIGHT DUCKS!! DAVIS HIT THE JUMPING SPINNING HEEL KICK!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SAMMY DOWN! DAVIS WITH THE MOONSAULT TO CRASH LAND INTO KNIGHT!! AND UP TO RUN THE BUCKLES!! ANDREW TO THE MIDDLE ROPE AND FLYING BACK CORKSCREW BODY SPLASH!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THE COVER!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SAMMY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! [Davis takes that injured arm right away and slams the shoulderblock! Winding Knight over he takes the arms over to clench the butterfly and throws Sammy over his head to twist and drive the Butterfly Suplex! Knight lands as Davis pulls up and kicks around back behind to pull up on the arms, driving the Tiger Suplex in! Times Square pops as Andrew rolls Sammy over, locking under the arms and smashes the Dragon Suplex! Davis does not go for the bridge, rolling Sammy once again to haul him in for the powerbomb! Andrew wrenches up and instead clutches the neck with both hands- and backbridges to drive Sammy right on his skull!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: PHOENIX PLEX! DAVIS CHARGING THE ROPES!!! Sean: STEP TO THE MIDDLE! STEP TO THE TOP! AND FLYING BACK INTO THE CORKSCREW 540 DEGREE SWANTON BOMB!!!!! UNBELIEVEABLE!!!!!! [MONSTROUS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS WITH THE COVER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS GOT THE THREE! HE FINALLY PUTS SAMMY DOWN!! AND THE SCORE IS EVEN ONE TO ONE!!!! Jim: 15 MINUTES TO GO!! [Andrew collapses as Sammy is not getting up, Jakob Volga in the center and shaking his head, impressed in disbelief. Davis tries to rise, but falls back over as HJV is forced to give a ten count!] Jack: It took everything Andrew Davis has, all the suplexes he practically knew to be able to put Knight down, the New School Davis Device the final maneuver that secured that three and put the match back on even territory. But now things get dangerous as the wrestlers are sure to be using their best maneuvers in a last ditch effort to pull ahead as it's a matter of time at this point here right now. Jim: And Andrew Davis and Sammy Knight each really down a limb, Knight's leg still practically useless from the earlier attack and kneedrop on the steel steps, and Andrew Davis looks to have some use of his right arm, but not much. Whatever he did have, this may have taken it out of him. Sean: Sammy beginning to rise, as is Davis and they are both looking to make that kill as you said Jack, if you're the Champ what are you thinking! Jim: I wish guns were legal? Jack: You got to overwhelm Knight, you have to throw your maneuvers out the window, change everything up and keep shifting styles and match counter for counter, hold for hold! This has got to be a wrestling competition as the second you go emotional or try to match power it's over! [Davis steps up as Sammy grabs the arm and smashes in a shoulderblock! The fans scream as Sammy pulls back, and does it again, Davis swearing out in pain and exhaustion. Knight whips around to send Andrew running at the buckles and Davis crashes into the corner! Sammy charges full speed as Davis pulls up his legs and kicks Sammy back!] Sean: KNIGHT driven back and Davis to sit on the top rope- LEAPING OVER TO SUNSET FLIP TAKING KNIGHT ROLLING!! Jack: BUT DAVIS COMES UP!!! DOES NOT PIN AND SUNSET FLIP INTO THE GUTWRENCH!! RUSHING THE BUCKLES AND POWERBOMBS KNIGHT RIGHT INTO THE CORNER!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH MY GOD!! HIS HEAD HIT THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!! SIIICK!!! Jim: AND DAVIS WITH THE LEG LARIAT!! NEARLY TAKES HIS HEAD OFF!!! Jack: ANDREW LANDING ON THE RING APRON!! SAMMY HURT!!! [Davis slingshots himself in, hooking the head for the reverse hurricanrana and takes Knight right over!! Sammy rises as Andrew flies for the Headshot but Knight throws him into the corner!! Davis hits hard and Sammy charges to smash in the clothesline! Both men can barely move as Volga says to bring him out of the corner!] Jack: How much do these guys have left, how much more can the human body take? Jim: I don't know but I don't know how they do it, almost superhuman in their suffering and Knight up on the turnbuckles!? Going up top! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Knight dragging Davis up to the second rope, and he has the butterfly hold locked in! Sammy what is this! Sammy Knight to the very top rope! And Times Square up on their feet as Knight looking for the kill! Pedigree from the top!? He's taking Davis up with him! Jack: SAMMY KNIGHT STANDING TALL AND DIVES RIGHT OVER TOP!! TAKES DAVIS INTO THE FLIP AND SMASHES THE CHAMPION STRAIGHT THROUGH THE MAT!! THAT WAS NEARLY SUICIDE!!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ANDREW DAVIS IS DOWN!! ANDREW DAVIS IS OUT!!!! AND SAMMY KNIGHT SHOVING OVER! KNIGHT WITH THE COVER AND THE PIN!!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! ANDREW DAVIS JUST BARELY KICKED OUT!! HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE! HOW IS HE EVEN STILL BREATHING?! [Sammy shouts at Volga that it was three and HJV says two only two! Knight rises and taking Davis to the ropes, pulls his head up over the bottom cable and pulls up as he yanks at the middle to choke Andrew Davis out!!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: SAMMY KNIGHT USING THE ROPES TO CHOKE ANDREW DAVIS OUT!! Jack: HE IS DETERMINED! HE IS FOCUSED!!! HE IS Jim: CHEATING!!! HE'S FREAKING CHEATING! Jack: SAMMY KNIGHT FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE WANTS THAT TITLE SO BAD!! AND VOLGA SAYING GET OFF THE SIDE! Jack: SAMMY LETS GO but the damage has been done! Andrew Davis practically out of it and Sammy drags him up, whip around to send him across the ring for the Shoulder Tackle no Davis collapses he can't even make it on his feet. [Andrew hits the canvas, skidding off a shoulder as Knight marches for him, taking him up and running him facefirst into the turnbuckle pads. Using the top rope, Knight begins stomping Davis in the chest, slamming his foot in over and over again as Volga shouts to get out of the corner! Knight keeps stomping Davis and reaching down, shouts in his face as he flips Andrew off, causing a huge pop from the crowd!! Sammy drags Davis to his feet and hooks for the Piru Love DDT but as he falls Davis hangs on to the side!! Sammy slams his back into the mat and Davis locks the legs to flip forward landing with the prawn hold for the pin!] [HUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS GOT HIM!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SAMMY KICKS OUT AND HE KICKED OUT RIGHT AT TWO!! HE IS PISSED! Jim: TEN MINUTES TO GO!!!! [Davis tries to crawl up as Knight grabs him around and seeing the time, charges to toss Andrew clear over the side and send the man sailing to the street below!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY in a chase against time! And Volga saying stay in Sammy shoving past going right to the outside! Taking Davis up oh does the Champ even know where he is SAMMY SLAMMING HIS HEAD OFF THE GUARD RAIL! Jim: Does the Champ even know WHO He is!? Sean: AND Davis stumbling away, Sammy right behind and BANGING Andrew's head off the other side! Sammy taking Andrew Davis around the ring in the world tour as he charges and irish whip NO FALLS FOR THE HAMMER THROW TO SEND DAVIS FLIPPING STRAIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHH!!!!*** Jack: DAVIS DISLODGED THE STEPS! AND SAMMY TAKING HIM UP RIGHT AROUND THE RING AND CHARGING THE -LOOKOUT!! [Sammy runs screaming and launches Andrew Davis across the broadcast table, Davis sliding across the mics and monitors to fly off the edge and crash into the barricade! The commentators have split as the fans are roaring, and Sammy rips the shield off the table! Pulling the monitors up, Knight tosses them as Andrew Davis is upside down against the railing!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: EIGHT Minutes to go and Sammy Knight pulling Andrew Davis up, ripping him onto the table!! And Knight crawling up, grabbing the front facelock for the Blood Drop, but DAVIS Can't even STAND!! Jim: Knight with the KNEELIFT OH Right into the face! Sean: Jakob Volga at ringside, demanding they return to the ring! And Sammy hoisting the arm over, looking out across Times Square!! The fans are cheering to fever pitch, and Jack: DAVIS JUMPS FOR THE HEADSHOT!!! ****CRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHH!!!!!***** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: THEY WENT THROUGH THE DAMN TABLE!!!! Jack: OH MY GOD!! Jim: BOTH MEN DOWN AND CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!!! [Sammy Knight is laid out, half near unconscious as Andrew Davis can't even move, both crushed through the table wreckage! Davis rolls to his side, head dipping as he tries to keep from passing out. Knight's arm rolls out as the fans are cheering, trying to get behind him as they yell to motivate him, and break into a chant!!] "S P W!!!" "S P W!!!" "S P W!!!" "S P W!!!" "S P W!!!" Jack: Sammy Knight is bleeding from his forehead after taking that massive Headshot through the table, and Andrew Davis can't even capitalize, according to the SPW Rulebook technically he could go for a pin on the floor at the Referee's discretion, even in a match where count outs apply, but thanks to Sammy, Davis in NO SHAPE to do this!! Sean: You know I don't know how any of these men are even functioning to breathe let alone battling it out for the World Heavyweight Championship. Red running down Sammy's face from the forehead, a good shot of it right there- and yeah we are under six minutes left and the score is tied up. Jim: And these fans here in Times Square want to see Sammy get up. They want to see him rally a comeback, pull some fire out of an unknown place and destroy what's left of Andrew Davis, who has really proved himself here tonight. But that might be asking too much, Knight is not a God no matter what his fans might think! "SAAAAMMY!!!!" "SAAAAMMY!!!!" "SAAAAMMY!!!!" "SAAAAMMY!!!!" Jack: IF ANYONE can do it, it's the man that bleeds competition in his veins in Sammy Knight!! And Volga not counting, doing the right thing as it'd be pointless at this point, Knight- ANDREW DAVIS GETTING UP!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Davis stumbling, and he does not know where he is, moving up to walk and staggering over he rolls right back inside the ring! Andrew Davis on his back and laid out, instinctively heading for the squared circle and Jakob Volga following, and Davis not moving but HJV is going to begin a count!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CAN HE DO IT! CAN KNIGHT MAKE IT BACK IN TIME!! REAL DANGER OF LOSING A FALL! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: Sammy Knight not moving! He is out! He -maybe Davis should have covered him but I think Davis doing the right thing!! Andrew knows full well he is safe although he can't move either! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: Sammy down but these fans willing him up! They want to see him win! They want to see him regain the SPW World Heavyweight Championship for a second time!! Jack: CAN HE DO IT!?! 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: FIVE MINUTES!!!!! 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: Not even- THERE HE IS!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SAMMY KNIGHT SHOVING OVER!! OH! HOW DOES HE DO IT?! HOW DOES HE MANAGE! WHAT DRIVES THIS MAN ON! 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: GET BACK TO THE RING SAMMY!! GET INSIDE! NEW YORK ON ITS FEET!!! 7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Knight lurches over, red lines running from his face as he does. Pushing up, Sammy forces the leg underneath and collapses as he screams in pain! But the hell wakes him more as Knight gets that other leg up, and limps to hobble clear at the wrestling ring!] 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: ANDREW DAVIS CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! Jim: FOUR MINUTES!!!! Jack: KNIGHT TO THE RING! DAVIS CHARGES AND BASEBALL SLIDE!! Sean: KNIGHT SIDESTEPS AND SIDEWALK SLAMS ANDREW DAVIS INTO THE STREET!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! AND NOW KNIGHT LOOKING TO TAKE DAVIS UP! AND TOSSING HIM RIGHT BACK INTO THE RING!!! [Davis rolls over as Sammy climbs to the apron, stepping up to get inside! Knight dives charging as Andrew rises and Sammy puts his shoulder right through the back of Andrew's leg!!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS LANDED ON HIS HEAD!! AND ROLLING UP!! TRYING TO GET TO THE SIDE--- Jim: SAMMY GRABS THE ARM!! AND JUMPS TO LEAP CLEAR OVER THE TOP! HE SNAPS THAT ARM ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH MY GOD! AND DAVIS DOWN ON HIS KNEES!! HE CAN'T MOVE! HE CAN'T DO ANYTHING!! SAMMY RIGHT BACK INSIDE!!! Jim: HE HAS THREE MINUTES! THREE MINUTES LEFT!!! [Sammy looks up, to see the clock and time running out, and makes his way back inside! Andrew Davis is suffering as he tries to rise and Knight charges as Davis turns and Knight punches him right down! Andrew kicks and tries to get up as Knight comes running and clotheslines into Davis, plowing him right over!! Davis somehow makes it to stand as Knight lunges with the clothesline, Davis ducking under and Sammy leaps to shoot out the ****CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKK!!!!!!**** Jack: GHETTOBLASTA!! GHETTOBLASTA!! AND THIS IS IT!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DAVIS KICKED OUT!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: TWO MINUTE WARNING!!!! Jack: SAMMY KNIGHT SHOVING UP! BLOOD RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE!!! [Knight jumps on Davis and starts pounding away!! He bashes into Andrew as hard as he can, practically breaking his own hand as Davis is flopping and kicking, trying desperately to stay conscious!! Sammy busts his head right open as the fans scream out in cheers!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY MAKES ANDREW DAVIS BLEED!! THIS IS SAVAGE!!!! Sean: AND THESE FANS LOVE IT!!! Jim: THIS IS SICK! KNIGHT WANTS NOTHING BUT TO WIN! [Jakob is pacing and decides against calling the match as Knight drags Davis up, and wrenches to lock the head in under his arm before kicking out and slamming the Piru Love DDT!!!] [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY KNIGHT DELIVERING THE PIRU LOVE!!! AND MUSCLING DAVIS OVER HE HAS ANDREW FOR THE PIN!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! ANDREW DAVIS SURVIVING THIS!? AND WE ARE LESS THAN ONE MINUTE AWAY TO GO! THE SCORE STILL EVEN, ONE TO ONE!!! [Davis is half dead as Sammy looks around, and Knight wrenches Andrew in for the Blood Drop!! Davis goes deadweight but Knight hauls him right back up again, and instead Andrew drops to swing up the lowblow! Sammy catches the wrist as the fans roar out!! And Davis rolls backwards, pulling at the arm but shouts in agony as he can't whip Knight and Sammy grabs in the headlock! Wheeling back around Knight grabs the waist and slams a waistlock takedown to reach in and lock the legs in, winding his arms through as he sits back and secures the Lockdown!!!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN!! LOCKDOWN IN!!! ANDREW DAVIS SCREAMING OUT!! HE IS SMASHING THE MAT IN PAIN! HIS WHOLE BODY TORN TO BITS!! AND HJV IN TO SEE IF HE WANTS TO TAP!!!! Jim: RIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!! AND SAMMY KEEPING IT ON!!!! Sean: DAVIS WON'T GIVE! HE WON'T SUBMIT! HE WON'T SURRENDER AND THIRTY SECONDS!!! Jim: SAMMY WRENCHING BACK HARD! YOU CAN ALMOST HEAR THE BACKBONES BREAKING!!! Jack: KNIGHT HOLDING IN AND DAVIS STREAMING BLOOD AND SWEAT, REACHING OUT- HE IS NOWHERE NEAR THE ROPES!! ANDREW FIGHTING TO SURVIVE AND HE- COLLAPSING!! IS HE NOOO! DAVIS STILL CONSCIOUS AND Jim: TWENTY SECONDS!!!! Sean: SAMMY PULLING ON WITH ALL HE HAS! HE WANTS THAT TITLE! HE DOESN'T CARE IF HE BREAKS DAVIS IN HALF TO GET IT!!! Jack: DAVIS FLAILING TO TRY AND STAY ALIVE! HE CAN SEE THE CLOCK!! HE KNOWS HE HAS TO ENDURE THIS LIVING HELL IF HIS BODY DOESN'T QUIT ON HIM FIRST!! THIS IS IT! THIS IS FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHI- Jim: TEN SECONDS!!!! Sean: SAMMY BREAKING THE HOLD!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND PULLING ANDREW UP, LOCKING IN THE HEAD! SAMMY TAKING DAVIS UP INTO THE AIR!!! DAVIS PRACTICALLY OUT! ANDREW- ANDREW RAKING AT THE FACE!! DESPERATION! DAVIS SCRATCHING GOUGING THE FACE FOR DEAR LIFE!!! CAN SAMMY HOLD HIM?!! Sean: YES!! SAMMY DOES NOT LET GO! AND SAMMY KNIGHT DROPS THE BLOOD DROP, SKULL INTO MAT OH DAVIS BOUNCES ON HIS BRAINS!!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH MY GOD ANDREW DAVIS IS OUT!!!! Sean: AND SAMMY WITH THE COVER!!! HOOKING THE LEG AND~! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING* [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: THE TIME LIMIT HAS EXPIRED!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR SCORE IS EVEN THEREFORE YOUR WINNER AND _STILL_ [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!! Stone: CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, AAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNDDDRRREWWWW DAAAAAAAAAAAVVVIIISSSSSSSSSSS!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I can't believe it! They can't believe it! Davis fighting tooth and nail, he did everything he could to outlast Sammy Knight, to withstand the pain and agony and he did it! He swam through the lake of fire to come out the other side, STILL our SPW Heavyweight Champion of the World!! [Sammy Knight is down and staring out, face drained as he is fading in and out of consciousness himself. Andrew is out cold, as Knight wipes blood from his eye he stands up and shakes his head, teeth gritted as he spits out blood and sweat, glaring down as "Heartless" Jakob Volga drops to a knee, raising the folded Championship and points down at Andrew Davis! The audience claps for the hard work and fight of both men, and Sammy sees the title not one foot away from him as Volga calls and waves for the medics!!] Jack: Sammy Knight brought everything he had and took Andrew Davis apart, but Andrew hanging on to that very last second and he may never be the same again. Sammy and Andrew just went through a war and the score, even tied a fall apiece after one hour of pure wrestling. Another match classic from Shootfire Pro Wrestling as Knight now just he, what must be going through the mind of Sammy Knight!? Jim: I don't know, I don't think he knows, and Jakob Volga telling him that was one of the best matches he's ever seen, and taking up Sammy's hand he raises it to the fans!! [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HJV putting over Knight huge, and these fans here in Times Square rising to agree with him! A Standing Ovation for Sammy Knight as he thanks his fans, they truly love him here in New York and all across the country, the world! He gave it his all but Davis, clinging to life in the very last seconds able to withstand the destruction and escape with his title belt intact. Amazing effort and pride we have in both men, true Superstars in their passion for the game! Jim: Tell your kids, tell your grandkids, there will never be two athletes, two icons in this business like Sammy Knight and Andrew Davis, talk about heart, talk about perseverance, talk about that last iota of human determination to fight to the very end and last to be a true example of what we should all be about! This match was inspirational and thank you, thank you to both Davis and Knight for bringing their best and never backing down from start to finish! What a match, what a contest, what a fight!! Jack: And that will do it, that will close out 2009 for Shootfire Pro Wrestling!! Ladies and Gentlemen we thank you so much for joining us here, for Toxic Shock, Vik Avatar, Tara Silver, Sean O'Brady and Jim Monroe and all of us here at Shootfire Pro Wrestling, on behalf of Myriad, on behalf of RSN, this is Jack Sharp saying so long from Times Square, the Crossroads of the World, right here in New York as we say good bye and please join us for the Season Premier of Conquest on January 25th!! For us all here at Shootfire Pro, than you so much and the next SPW pay per view, is WRESTLEBOWL!!! [The crowd is roaring out as Sammy Knight stands over Andrew Davis, "Heartless" Jakob Volga applauding as Knight just shakes his hand, looking down at his reflection in the World TItle belt, as it's laid across the chest of the unconscious World Champ, EMTS and Road Agents piling into the ring to check on the status and condition of Andrew Davis as the fans are cheering like mad, on their feet to applaud one hell of a fight as they cheer the efforts of both men!!] _____________________________________________ / \ / S H O O T F I R E P R O \ / ___________________________________________ / / / \\ \ // // / / / / ___ \\ ___ \ // // __/ / | | /__/____/ /__/ / // // / / \ \ \/ / // // / / \ \________ \ _____/ |/ |/ / / / / \__\ | / / / / / / / \ / / / \ \___________/_____/_/_______/\______/ / \ ___________________________________ | \ \ \ W R E S T L I N G \ \_______________________________________/® © Myriad 2009 ~ All Rights Reserved http://shootfireworld.com ____________________________________________________________________________ /\___________________________________________________________________________\ \/_____SPW___________________________________________________________________/