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Two colossal pyrotechnic streams spill smoke across the metallic stage! The cavernous sea of fans roaring out inside the gigantic Tokyo Egg Dome are a waving ocean of humanity as fireworks shoot up from all across the floor to burst in a cacaphony of incredible visual theatrics and sound! Four story video wall towers show off the platinum logo of Shootfire Pro Wrestling!!!] [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Fire streams stories into the air with two raised aisles spitting up blue flame in rapid-fire succession running down the ramps to the center of the monolithic squared circle and a giant explosion blinds the audience with pure white light! Volcanos spray fire from all four turnbuckles as rockets begin to scream across the interior sky! Over five hundred fifty five thousand screaming fans reflect the sheer volume as the historic arena's foundation is rocked to its very core! Crystalline finesse flashes across the screen reminding the viewer once again with the SPW logo to fade to the broadcast table as Jack Sharp, Sean O'Brady and Jim Monroe stand in black tuxedos and bowties, carrying SPW mics as the fans cheer out the familiar light show!!] Jack: HELLO AND WELCOME TO OTC OFF THE CHAIN!! Hello everyone! Thank you for joining us here tonight as "The Outlaw" Morris Bass faces "The Bonecrusher" Barry Baldwin in Ringu Faia OTC Main Event action, plus Orchid takes on Burning Calm Asaka and we have the long anticipated pay per view debut of The Hype! They take on Terminus and Darkside Clyde as well as the words of war and wisdom from the Superstars of SPW on this the historic third ever Ringu Faia!! Let's hear what they have to say! ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / TERMINUS & DARKSIDE CLYDE / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ ~The rays of the early afternoon Tokyo sun flicker across the varnished floorboards of a karate dojo located in the heart of the city, and cause a series of shadows to flicker around the room where the competitors known as Terminus and Darkside Clyde Dixon are currently engaged in a heated sparring session. Evan "Terminus" Andrews stares through his signature crimson face mask at his tag team partner and examines the features of his friend and tag team partner as he manages to parry a nasty right cross aimed at his head, and thinks in that moment that these shadows only serve to make the scowl that appears on that ebony-skinned face that much darker and angrier that in is already. Clyde generally wears an expression of reproach upon his face, but throughout the course of the sparring session, Dixon's seemed even angrier than usual, and has done his best to take out whatever frustration he feels upon his friend. And that troubles Terminus, because Evan's the type of person who thinks that it's better to keep one's cool, and express the anger that one might feels only when it's absolutely necessary to do so. And that's why, after blocking this last blow, Terminus steps back and stares intently at his friend as he reaches for a water bottle upon the floor.~ Terminus: Time. Clyde, with an expression of annoyance: Why you stopping? Terminus: Just need to talk to you for a second, Clyde. I just need to know what's on your mind. ~Clyde Dixon stares at Evan for a moment and lets out a sigh as he notices that despite the calm and even tone of voice that Evan used while making that last statement, there's a look in his eye that indicates that he isn't going to stop pestering Clyde until he achieves the goal of finding out what's bothering him so much. Dixon lets out a bitter chuckle, because as annoyed is he is about having the sparring session interrupted, this exchange only serves to reiterate the fact that the quiet intensity that Terminus brings to any situation really does compliment the anger that has often fueled Clyde throughout the course of his career. ~ Clyde: I'm just thinking about the match that we're going to have against the Hype at Ringu Faia, and can't help but feel a little bit bothered about the fact that *no one* is giving us any sort of chance to win the match. Evan, you and I both know that when we first came here a few years ago, we went through absolute *hell* in order to improve our skills, and work ourselves into position where we could *earn* the respect and admiration of our peers. When we entered the IGA, we *earned* the right to call ourselves champions, and we *earned* the reputation that we had in that federation as legitimately dangerous competitors. But, it seems as though no one in SPW even cares in the slightest about that, and I can't help but feel kinda dissed about the fact that every single bit of attention is focused upon whether the members of the Hype are as good as they claim to be, and whether or not they really are God's Gift to Tag Team Wrestling. *Smirks* I know that you're going to tell me that I shouldn't let this bother me, man...I know that you're going to tell me to keep my cool, and just treat this like any other match... But I can't, Evan. This is more than just another match to me. This is personal... And you *know* how nasty I get when things get personal. Terminus, smiling: All too well. Well, do you know what I think, Clyde? Clyde, smirking: Sure...you're just going to tell me anyway. Terminus, ignoring the comment: I think you're right to feel the way you do. Clyde, looking surprised: You do? Terminus: Yeah...Because this *isn't* just another match to me, either. This marks our debut appearance in SPW, and our only chance to make a good first impression upon the members of that federation. And, like you, I *do* consider it to be a bit of an insult that two competitors who have yet to compete inside the squared circle have been given the star treatment, while we, in turn, have been given the cold shoulder. But, you know just as well as I do that this is *our* chance to prove to the federation how good we are. This is *our* chance to live up to the expectations that *we* will set for ourselves, rather than those that others might wish to place upon us. Clyde, it doesn't matter one little bit if our opponents life up to their name, because they'll still have to contend with your toughness and technical ability, and my athleticism and striking prowess. And, they'll still have to contend with two competitors who want to make the most of this moment, and create a bit of hype for themselves in the process. I'm prepared to make the most of this opportunity, Clyde... Are you? I'm prepared to put an end to the Hype before it ever really began to take effect. ~Clyde ponders these words for a moment and then breaks out into a nasty grin.~ Clyde: Oh yeah. I'm prepared to do whatever is needed to put an end to the Hype before it ever really began to take effect. ~ Evan Andrews smiles slightly as he sees nothing less than a look of total sincerity in his friend's eyes.~ Terminus: Good. Just wanted to make certain of this. Clyde: And, now that you are...I think it's time we got back to work. And don't think for one second that I'm gonna take it easy on you in this sparring session, Evan...In much the same way that I'm not going to hold back against the members of the Hype at Ringu Faia this Sunday. Terminus, smiling: Wouldn't ask anything less, Clyde... I wouldn't have it any other way. ~ And, Terminus wouldn't have it any other way... Because this is their chance to make a name for themselves in SPW, and to take the members of the Hype on a journey that they'll never forget... A trip to the Dark Side.... A journey from which they may never return. (Fade) ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / THE HYPE / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Open onto a backstage office setting. Ringu Faia posters are prominent on the walls, and crack interview ace Heather Owens sets the stage for the cameras.] HEATHER: "Days are starting to come in short supply leading up to the night of RINGU FAIA here at Shootfire Pro Wrestling. We're seeing faces show up that I would never expect to see in an SPW ring, and the internet rumor mills are grinding away. But all of you watching don't need me to tell you this, I'm sure you're all part of the voices getting in their two cents, and that pile of pennies is becoming quite significant as time winds down. "Now, I've got a pair of Shootfire Pro's up-and-coming talent standing by, and more than a few of our watchers have been looking forward to hearing just what they have next to say." [The ring men for this particular segment saunter into frame. CJ "Mackie" Messer steps up, shaking out his limbs in a red warmup track suit that does little to hide his solid frame. He looks Heather in the eyes, acknowledging her introduction with a nod before turning to the cameras to speak as she follows with the microphone.] MESSER: "When I was invited into this world, this league, they told me, 'You two will go far.' I kinda figured they were speaking fig'ratively, you know. But here we are, an ocean away from everything I've ever known, and the heat of it all is finally starting to hit. "But no matter how far you take our bodies from home, some things never change. I'm still the Mack, and I -know- that the moment I step into a square ring, instincts and training are all I need to know. "And this man here, my partner Danny Nash, is no stranger to the lights, cameras, action world. Nash man, you always know how to take the stage and steal the scene, right?" [The cue given, "Downtown" Danny Nash takes over. Clad in black suitcoat over a white T-shirt, his short hair carefully tousled just so, an eyebrow cocked above a knowing smirk.] NASH: "Mister Messer speaks the truth. Ringu Faia approaches, and the energy is rising by the hour! Let us through that curtain, strike the music, flash the strobes, and these two men are in our element, I tell you that. "I am in the business to put on a show for these folks who are paying to see us. And I don't intend to go off until I have pleased a LOT of folks - whatever it takes." [A moment of silence.] HEATHER: "Er. Would you care to rephrase that last bit?" NASH: "What EVER it takes." HEATHER: "... Riiiiight. Anyhow, for all the promotion and flag-waving that's come from the Hype, I must say it doesn't seem like we've seen much ring action from you gentlemen. I hope I don't need to remind you that the last initial in our organization's title stands for 'Wrestling,' do I? "You put on a good enough show here, backstage. But as of yet... Opponents attacked backstage, unrelated melees breaking out, doctors' intervention... BAD THAI FOOD? Gentlemen, thus far it's starting to look like your finishing sequence boils down to 'win via forfeit,' and that's a tendency unlikely to continue for much longer. I hope you actually intend to, you know... compete." [Miss Owens looks skeptically at her subjects, who seem to be riled by her accusations. Nash takes the microphone from her hands, looks down at it as he inspects the device, holding it delicately between forefinger and thumb, before gripping it properly for a diatribe.] NASH: "There's something about Deus Ex Machina, you know... It has a will of its own. What you have are two men who have suited up, laced their boots, entered an arena of GLADIATORIAL DISPLAY. "But shit happens, right? I'm sure a Harvard girl never anticipated earning a paycheck listening to overgrown muscleheads sweat next to her. ... Oh, now I get a reaction from YOU? Sure, you can tweak noses and accuse us of shirking off, but you don't like it coming in kind. Yeah, I know your credentials, Heather. Quite impressive, where you've come from. "I hope you understand that Mister Messer and myself, we too have our credentials. Our history, our talents and abilities that, complemented between these two men you see before you, are not just filler for the bio page." HEATHER: "I have to say, then, -assuming- that you actually fight at Ringu Faia, it looks to be your debut two-on-two tag team competition in Shootfire. So if you're going to bring the show to the stage, this is certainly the time to do it." [Nash, clearly incensed by the accusatory tone, opens his mouth for a diatribe of vitriol. CJ Messer intervenes, though, removing the interviewer's microphone from his partner's grasp.] MESSER: "You want the show, you want the stage. You want a fight. Lady, I know the fight. It's about the one thing I -do- know in my life with any certainty. "And once that bell rings, an arena packed full of fans will have one more solid reason to believe The Hype." [Messer hands the microphone gently back to the interviewer with a "Hey, here's your mike back," again acknowledging her with a look in the eyes and a quiet nod. The two turn and exit frame, jawing to one another with arm gestures as they're past earshot of the scene. Heather Owens gathers herself, addresses the cameras as she takes us out.] HEATHER: "So there we have some strong words from Danny Nash and CJ Messer of tag team, The Hype. I hope they're ready for the strong fight that's sure to come from Terminus and Darkside Clyde. "We've got more Off The Chain coming up after this break, and later tonight: Cartoons! So go grab a sandwich, and come right on back here." ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / JAMES O'CONNOR / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade into the Shootfire Pro logo on a black backdrop, with "Cunning" James O'Connor standing front and center. James is decked out in a black t-shirt with the words "Best of the Best" written across the chest in red. Ready to begin, O'Connor begins reading off a sheet of note paper.] JOC: Cunning - noun. Skill employed in a shrewd or sly (as in decieving) manner. Also meaning adeptness in performance and dexterity. [James holds up the sheet of paper.] JOC: The dictionary is a wonderful thing, especially for words like these that get thrown around too much. [He smiles, crumpling the paper into a ball and throwing it off to his right.] JOC: I can attest to this, I guess, because anyone who has followed my career would immediately call "bullshit" on the word Cunning being anywhere near my name. I don't really go in for the deception and trickery that others around here resort to. [The smile fades, though does not completely disappear.] JOC: In truth, my trainer is responsible for the "Cunning" moniker, mainly because he's an ornery old bastard with a sarcastic sense of humor. When I started, I had a bad habit of rushing into bad situations, trying to play the hero and defend "my name." After taking a beating in the ring while I was still transitioning away from MMA, I was offered and signed a contract in a sport in which I had no experience over other opportunites in the realm I had been trained in. He thought I was being completely ridiculous, trying to make up for the mistake by making it worse. He'd train me to work harder, faster and better, learning the skills necessary to be a success in a four sided ring. Any time I'd slack, any time I'd lose focus, he'd remind me that it was my cunning strategy that had put me in this mess and only I could make the best of it. [James chuckles before continuing.] JOC: Though I never really got the hand of being sneaky I always knew how to fight. By the time my first (and to this point, only) Pay Per View match occurred, I had drastically improved and could honestly say I was a skilled, well honed competitor. Whoever is across the ring from me has a hell of a fight and, in a one on one match, their best bet is to resort to underhanded means. So when I ask, each time out, if my opponent has the cunning, it's because that's his best shot at walking away with the win. [Any semblence of a smile is gone now.] JOC: So then what about Clyde Kennedy? He's got a hell of a rep, that's for sure, but what has he accomplished here? He starts a fight with me in Thailand, tags along with Andrew Davis like an adoring little brother and, in the one match he actually fights, gets a big fat L just like me. [A smirk from the Cunning one.] JOC: Not that I've accomplished anything here either. Normally I wouldn't take issue with this, except Kennedy has a reputation for believing himself to be God's gift to wrestling...or destroyer of worlds, I suppose, depending on his mood. If this is true, then after a month you should have more on your resume then 0-1 with a few appearances in other people's matches in truly "cunning" fashion. [James shrugs.] JOC: At Ringu Faia, you'll have the opportunity to prove that you deserve the hype you've had following you since coming here. I'll have the opportunity to cement my status as a threat in Shootfire Pro. As far as I'm concerned, Clyde, the pressure's on you. I maybe a nobody to you and to most of the guys in the back, but after Ringu Faia we will truly know who has... THE CUNNING! [With this, we fade out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / CLYDE KENNEDY / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ (Kennedy Financial GroupÕs headquarters, Midtown Manhattan. A floor of worker bees scatter, hopping from desk to desk, phone-to-phone, computer-to-computer, looking for honey to improve their meaningless lives. The energy is palpable. The camera slowly turns, revealing a door. On the door reads an immaculately hand crafted sign: ÒClyde Kennedy.Ó A hand knocks on the door. A moment. The door opens. Standing in front of the camera is Clyde Kennedy. Towering over the camera, a tailored suit struggles to contain KennedyÕs 295lbs and 6Õ6Ó frame. He looks at the camera without emotion and walks over to his desk and sits. The camera turns to shut the door and takes a seat opposite Kennedy.) Kennedy: My triumphant return to Shootfire has been less than anticipated. It is lacking inÉ interest? Obviously, my association with Andrew Davis has led management to downplay the biggest free agent acquisition this year, Clyde Kennedy signing with Shootfire. (Clyde points to the wall, where TSWFÕs title and a gold medal from the 2008 12 Days of Christmas Tournament are framed in places of honor.) Kennedy: My record speaks for itself. I revolutionized the industry in a matter of months. TSWF was going to change the world. TSWF was my ticket to the top. TSWF failed. If visionaries like Andrew Davis were put in charge, I have no doubt that TSWF would be here and Shootfire would be in the gutter like in belongs. People like Mike Sandsbury, the owner of TSWF, lacked the vision and desire to do what was necessary. I donÕt lack that desire. The day I knew that Sandsbury threw in the towel is when he stopped checking out potential wrestlers and started to accept all applicants. When James OÕConnor entered TSWF, I knew that we were doomed. (Kennedy stands from his desk and loops around to the front. He carefully removes the framed TSWF title from the wall and holds it in front of him.) Kennedy: People like James OÕConnor destroyed the federation that I helped create. Na•ve, untalented hacks who think that personality guarantees success. People who have rabbis like Henry Spikes, so they donÕt need to sweat and bleed and suffer because their protector is always there. People who think that they are owed something. OÕConnor, I earned this. You may call yourself ÒCunning,Ó but by stepping into the ring with me youÕve proven that you arenÕt smart. You arenÕt worthy of my time. IÕm not here to help make names. To put people over. To establish new stars. IÕm the star. IÕm the Rookie of the Year, as ironic as my age may make that award. IÕm not afraid of you. You may have Henry Spikes watching your back. You may have the ability to stroll into his office and demand matches, unlike the rest of us. You may think that the world is your oyster. It isnÕt. You avoided it in TSWF because you werenÕt even in the same league as me, but at Ringu Faia, youÕre going to feel the undisputed most painful move in wrestling. Sammy Knight cried out to it, Jakob Volga tapped to it, and you are going to wake up in the middle of the night thinking about it. (Kennedy carefully places the title back up on the wall and turns back to the camera.) Kennedy: ItÕs time to pay your dues, James OÕConnor. Welcome to the big leagues. Step into the ring and all of your protections and benefits disappear. When I get you up over my shoulders and lock in KennedyÕs Contraption, youÕre going to wish that you could travel back in time. Travel back to the day you stepped into my face and interfered with my business. Travel back to when you decided to make wrestling your career. Travel back to when you first saw a professional wrestling match. While locked in the Contraption, youÕre going to remember that day when as a child you saw your very first match and a single, solitary tear is going to run down your cheek. And youÕre going to tap. Just like the rest of them. Just like all of them. Because IÕm Clyde Kennedy. I hurt people. At Ringu Faia, ÒCunningÓ James, youÕre people. (Fade to black.) ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / GABRIEL VAN ZAHN / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [We fade into lovely neighborhood of West Paterson, New Jersey. Where we see Gabriel Van Zahn walking down the side walk with a striking red head. Who just happens to be his wife, Joy. As the two walk, the camera comes up to them as they are mid-conversation. GVZ: I'm just saying, I think it's stupid that he dresses up like Moon Knight. Joy: Well, with a name like "Spooky Doom" what do you expect? GVZ: Point. And another thing, how does Victor Frost know Steve Liermann? Joy: You do realize there were probably a lot of things that Liermann never told you about. GVZ: Like what? Joy: That he was a control freak. Kept secrets from you. Never fully kept you in the loop. Only on a need-to-know basis. GVZ: I think that would've qualified as need-to-know. Ya know? Joy: You're clueless. GVZ: What? Joy: Nothing. GVZ: Alls I'm saying is that I'm being pitted against my former mentor. I mean Victor Frost can't wrestle two matches in one night? I'm sure he doesn't drink THAT much. For being a kraut, he should be able to hold his lager. Joy: I think you don't even come up as a blip on his radar. Assuming he thinks that Liermann will get the job done. GVZ: And knowing Liermann he'll show up and do some grandiose and lyrical promo. Trying to be all evil and such. Joy: You know how he can be. GVZ: "I'm Steve Liermann, the heel of all heels. Bow down before my might. And such." [As he says that he waves it off.] GVZ: I mean, I was groomed as his successor. And now I'm ready to go one step beyond and show the master what the pupil has learned. Joy: If you've learned anything... GVZ: What's THAT supposed to mean? Joy: The way you act sometimes. It's a complete contrast to what Liermann is. GVZ: I was groomed by evil. I'm not going to become him. That'd be lame. I need to establish my own identity. Which I have. Joy: And then you became the IGA's whipping boy. GVZ: Only towards the end when I told the brass I didn't want to be a transitional champion from Mark Pure to ... AsH. Also, Liermann having a falling out with management didn't help me either. Joy: And then your fued with the... clown... was buried.. GVZ: And then IGA folded because Jazz Madison is a piece of shit who has no appreciation for the talent that he has. Remember, if you weren't Essex, you weren't worth a lick of piss. Joy: True. And while you were being buried, you started shopping around for other companies. GVZ: Well, if I'm not getting treated right. I mean, jobbing to the 'Nig. Do you have any idea just how irritating it is just having that moron call you up, start rubbing his win in and when you start to act hostiley to him he takes offense because he "did all the hard work". Please, if that's paying your dues. Pass. Joy: Well, IGA is over and done with despite the few faithful that want it to keep going. GVZ: Which is like trying to beat a dead horse at this point. Joy: And now it's onto the Future. GVZ: And the Future is now. The Future of SPW is Gabriel Van Zahn. Joy: Don't say it. GVZ: Zahn. Joy: WhydidImarryyou? GVZ: Because you are a bigger smark than I? Joy: Eh... [Joy rolls her green eyes.] GVZ: What? Besides, the issue at hand is Steve Liermann. Joy: Who will no doubt be coming for blood. GVZ: Why blood? Joy: Have you ever known Liermann to just "let things be"? GVZ: No, not really. Joy: My point exactly. GVZ: How long has it been since Liermann stepped into the ring? Like two years? Joy: He's not the type that suffers from ring rust. GVZ: So I'll just have to show him that the student has assumed the role of teacher. I can deal. Then there's the matter of "Violent" Victor Frost. Joy: Who pretty much wants to KILL you without doing it himself. Because of your big mouth. GVZ: Like he'll be able to do that. There has been countless that have tried. Countless that have faiiled. Joy: But those guys didn't have a stable backing them. GVZ: It's the Black Mass. They have red shirt plastered on them. And if they get in my way, I got an extendable baton that I'm not afraid to use. [Joy pinches the bridge of her nose as the two continue to walk down the street. FTB] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / Womens World Champion / / / JASY O'NEIL / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade to the back as Tara Silver is standing by in a dark green Givenchy silk tank top with draping sleeves, and designer blue jeans. In her hand the auburn beauty has an SPW block microphone and she is standing in front of the Women's World Champion in Jasy O'Neil. The fans cheer out on recognition as the likeness of Jasy is broadcasted in High Definition all across the Tokyo Dome via its large, three story video screens. Jasy smiles, dressed in a lengthy black leather trenchcoat, her blonde hair tied back and wet in french braids as she sits back proudly displaying her title in its white leather case] Tara: Hello ladies and gents, Tara Silver alongside the First Lady of SPW, the Hall of Famer herself, Jasy O'Neil. Jasy, this is a great day for us to be here LIVE in The Tokyo Dome, where not only do you defend that title belt, you put the World Championship on the line for a record fourth time in this season, where the belt was defended more than its ever been in any season past. And when the dust settled you are still standing as our Champ. Jasy: Well Tara I feel very proud about the fact that I'm on record with my title defenses and being the most fightingest Champion SPW currently has. Nothing against Sammy, or Team EGO and taking nothing away from their accomplishments, but I'm proud to put my title belt on the line against all comers. You see when I started off I wasn't the ring veteran you see here today, I was a girl who was looking for a shot and ten years later, I've earned my place in the Hall of Fame. Being a Champ is just, natural. Tara: As are your god given talents and abilities, especially in that ring but what can you say to the fans of Tiffany Lane, and Poet Wright? The Blonde Bombshell and even the masked pyschotic have their fansbases and rightfully so. Jasy: Well if anyone really likes that freak Poet Wright then there's nothing I can do about it because they're beyond all help. And for fans of Tiffany Lane she may be sillicone and show, but she's also tough as nails as is Poet Wright. To say I'm taking either lightly is a gross misunderstatement. Make no mistake about it I have been through wars with each woman and now I've got them where I want them, both in my sights, both targets within my striking distance and I will make it crystal clear who the better woman is when that final bell rings. Tara: It seems you're pretty confident- what's next for the World Champion? Jasy: Well I'm not looking past Lane or Wright, but -- Tara: THE FUCK!! [A lighting frenel falls as the light is pushed over on Jasy O'Neil!! Jasy hits the floor as a masked woman in purple rushes in and throws the stomps down into the Hall of Famer! Jasy tries to get up as the girl kicks her in the ribs!!] Tara: ORCHID!!! GET OFF HER! [Orchid is on Jasy, punching her down as Security rush in! The masked woman is screeching and kicking, clawing down at Jasy in a swirl of violet! Orchid rolls up and shoving through Security, pulls Jasy up and locking her head, snaps her into the air to suplex her down across the concrete!! Jasy sits up in agonizing pain as Orchid grabs up the World Title belt- but its wrestled away as Security wrenches her from the scene!! Tara drops to check on Jasy, hovering over the Champion who curses and fights to get up!] Tara: Jasy, just wait, hang on! I can't- CAN WE GET SOMEONE OVER HERE!! Who the hell would- why!? Cut the cameras go to black!! [FTB] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / TIFFANY LANE / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [The scene opens at the Park Hyatt Hotel in Tokyo. It's night and we find Tiffany Lane in her Presidential Suite, standing near the window and looking down at the city. The young blonde is clad in a slinky, violet-hued dress and heels, her hair falling straight down her back. She lets out a small, whistful sigh, folding her arms across her chest. As the camera zooms closer, she turns to face it, her expression solemn.] Tiffany: It's funny. A couple of years ago, I was in this exact same hotel, looking down at that exact same street. But my life was completely different back then. See, I'd accepted an invitation to wrestle for a promotion here called WAR. I figured I was hot stuff back home. So, why not accept the easy money and what I thought would be even easier wins. [She shrugs.] Tiffany: Except, I was wrong. My little stint was a disaster. I was completely and totally in over my head against the women here. And the press? Well, they didn't waste any opportunity reminding me. [A laugh, with the tinge of bitterness, escapes her lips.] Tiffany: They enjoyed watching the big-boobed blonde, a so-called star in the States, fall right flat on her face, every loss and humiliation chronicled and ridiculed. [She shakes her head.] Tiffany: I was written off as a bad joke, all style over substance. And it was all deserved. I was indeed a mess back then, taking any and every short cut that I could to reach the top. And it had made me lazy, complacent, and completely exposed. I'm sure that many of you remember what I was like, when I first got here. Now, imagine that, only ten times worse. [She lets out a chuckle.] Tiffany: I know. Not exactly pretty, right? So, it was no wonder that I ended up proving everyone right and running the Hell out of Japan as quickly as I could, tail between my legs. Luckily, that sad woman, the shameless lazy opportunist, is long gone. And she's been replaced by a strong, capable athlete that's now shown her talents and worth more times than some can count. But there are those pesky haters out there, especially here, who _still_ refuse to see that. They still see me simply as the woman who got where she is on looks alone. [She lets out another sigh.] Tiffany: But I guarantee they won't after Ringu Faia. [A grin suddenly spreads across her lips.] Tiffany: See, you're not the only one with something to prove, Poet, nor the means to do so. After all, I've already managed to make history three times now and I'll have no problem making it a fourth. And what will make it even sweeter is that I'll be doing it in the same place where I was once deemed a worthless failure. That prospect alone nearly makes me damned near giddy with anticipation. Then, when it's all said and done, no one will be able to deny me or my accomplishments anymore. So, bring it. Because tomorrow night, I step in that ring and show you, Jasy, and everyone else out there that, while my looks may have opened a door or two, it's my ass kicking ability that kept them that way. [Fade to blonde.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / POET WRIGHT / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade in: We are inside Poet's concrete bunker. The shot is dominated by the Box of Horror. That glass box sits there like a coffin in the middle of the room. It's lid is tipped to one side and Poet lies in its confines, arms folded across her chest, her mask resting over her face. She looks like a sleeping demon. But as the camera approaches her eyes snap open behind the mask and she lurches upwards into a sitting position. Her head snaps towards the camera and she laughs and laughs and laughs at her recreation of 'B' grade horror flicks.] PW: You know, playing the lunatic gets so boring, doesn't it? I don't know how the formerly Pretty Pretty Princess managed to spout her nonsense for so long. I don't even know how the crowd managed to care about her lunatic ravings for so long. I'm not one for playing those games. [Poet reaches up and pulls off her Death's Mask. The livid, white grease- painted and scarred visage underneath is probably more gruesome with its Chelsea smile and patterned gashes around her black-smudged eyes. The scars still look angry as the keloids mature. Poet studies the Death's Mask, finger- combing the random bits of hair that form the mask.] PW: People like to think that I'm crazy. I've never been crazy. It doesn't take crazy to make a statement. It doesn't take crazy to disfigure myself. No, what it takes is conviction. [She stares into the camera. Her eyes never waver as she challenges the viewer to find fault with her logic.] PW: SPW, I want you to understand something. When I came into SPW I was nobody ... less than nothing. I had no convictions, no beliefs, no wrestling philosophy as of yet. I just was young with a dream and a smile. And you ... the people ... took to me. You cheered me on ... you supported me. I was too innocent back then to know what you were. And I was too innocent back then to know what Tiffany Lane was. She likes to brag how she would always beat me. Yes, she did. And she always cheated to do it, didn't she? She could never beat me one-on-one cleanly, but she won. And she got the accolades I thought fair play and hard work would earn me. Was I wrong. I only earned the Women's World Title because I cheated Jasy O'Neil and her crew out of the title. And I only lost it because they took a hammer to my knee. See, that's how willing they were to end my reign. And then Tommy Jackson wore the belt "for" me. They started talking about her as my best friend and how noble it was that she was doing this for me. Noble. Noble? How is it noble to steal a belt from me? And I realised that it didn't matter who wore the belt the only way to take it was to steal it. And the champions had to believe that stealing the belt was the right way to do things. Take the shortcut. It was better to be champion than a righteously- defeated challenger. In other words, it was survival of the fittest. There was no honour to be found any where. Just get it done. So you know what I did? I went out and made a statement. I was going to do whatever it took to expose all the frauds. Each and every one of them. Did I torture people because I thought it was the right thing to do? Because it made me happy? No, I tortured people because I thought it was necessary to show the world that this wonderful little Swamp Rat, Tommy Jackson, didn't care about anybody. I did it to expose the fact that she didn't wear my belt out of some sense of friendship. I mean, she wouldn't save the health and wellbeing of a little girl and you think she had the nobility to defend my title? No, she was selfish. She did that entirely for herself. She did not care in the least bit about me. [The smile that Poet quirks at the camera is truly gruesome. The scarred edges twist into ropy worms. There is no light in her eyes. There is something cold and dark.] PW: So why would I disfigure myself? Why would I take a blade and simply cut myself? Because Tiffany Lane only cares about beauty. It's all she talks about. It's all she is. She's vapid, stupid and insipid. So I had to change myself. I had to distinguish myself from her. She always used to love to call me ugly, a hag, whatever. In the world of silly girls those are deadly insults. But I am not a silly girl. I freed myself from those considerations. And Tiffany, I have stronger sense of self for it. I know what I am without the lust of the people. I know I am strong inside. I have been through the crucible. What about you? Hmmm, when I get through with you, Tiffy, you will be cold and ugly and empty. No little trinkets to keep you looking beautiful. There will be nothing left of you. PW: And then that leaves you, Jasy. Well, people glory over you being the Women's World Champion. The first women's world champion. I'm sure that honour fills you with a lot of pride. But how prideful can you feel when I determine all your title reigns. I say when they begin and I say when they end. Ever since we teamed together with Tara Silver and Serena Black I have been deciding your fate. Your light shines as brightly as I let it, lady. And when I say it's time I snuff you out just like a match. Every title victory you've had recently and every title loss has been because of me. I have decided that you were not fit to wear the belt. I have decided who should wear the crown and when. And when I decide that your time is over ... (snaps) ... it's over. At Ringu Faia, I have decided that it is time to retake the stage as the centerpiece of the women's division. I run it all ... this ugly, disfigured girl. I decide all your fates. I say who triumphs and who fails. There is a certain Poetic Justice to it, isn't there? Ringu Faia, I believe I was crowned daughter of the future there once. Well, the future is now and it is my time. [Fade out] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | THE HYPE vs TERMINUS & DARKSIDE CLYDE | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [Standing in the ring is the masked athlete known as Terminus. Wearing all black, pants and a mask with long black headbands hanging down, eyes covered as well as mouth, Terminus stands flexing his muscles. Clyde Dixon stands in the corner, a white "Welcome to the Darkside" T-shirt on as he stands waiting for his fight, rubbing a taped fist. The fans cheer out as across the ring, CJ Messer and Danny Nash, The Hype stand read to make their pay per view debut!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And we're ready to kick things off, let's get ready as Referee Shane Dreamer calls for the bell, ring announcer Steve Stone as OTC begins! This is the big pay per view match for The Hype as they get set to take on Terminus and Darkside Clyde! Jim: I can't wait, The Hype promise to dominate! Sean: We'll finally see what this team is really made of! The pressure is on. *DING DING DING* [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM LOS ANGELES, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 565 POUNDS THEY ARE... THE TEAM OF CJ MESSER AND DANNY NASH! THEY ARE THE HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYPE!!!!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! FROM HALIFAX, NOVA SCOTIA! AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 395 POUNDS, PLEASE WELCOME DARKSIDE CLYDE DIXON AND TERMINUS!!!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Darkside Clyde in the ring, CJ Messer leaping in and ready to fight, this kid this actor of some sort says hes famous but I've never seen him in anything... he's ready to fight and Clyde not impressed- moving in as CJ throws a fist and DIXON BLOCKS IT! Jim: KICK TO THE STOMACH AND T-BONE INTO THE DDT ON MESSER!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I can't believe it! And neither can Messer as he's trying to get up, Darkside Clyde up as CJ throws a kick and Dixon catches it, dragon screw legwhip! Getting up, hits a second! Dixon just, just overwhelming Messer and takes him up LEG CAPTURE SUPLEX! [Messer bounces up hurting and rushes over to tag out to Danny Nash! The fans are booing as Danny jumps in over the side and catching his top leg on the ropes, falls on his face!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CLYDE ON NASH AND REAR MOUNT SERIES OF HARD FOREARMS AND PUNCHES TO THE BACK OF NASH'S HEAD!! BEATING HIM DOWN MY GOD!! Jim: THE REF MAY WANT TO STOP THIS MATCH!! Sean: CLYDE UP AND DANNY IN THE ROPES FOR DEAR LIFE! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! THE HYPE JUST- SELF DESTRUCTING TONIGHT HERE AT RINGU FAIA! [Clyde turns and dives into a roll, coming up to tag out to Terminus! The fans cheer out as Danny smashes a fist into Clyde's forehead who ducked into the shot, and Nash shouts out as he holds his fingers in pain! The fans can't believe this and Clyde moves as Terminus sails off the top rope into the Quebrada right into the Reverse DDT!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: TERMINUS NAILED HIM! AND THE MASKED MAN LOCKING IN THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK! TAKES HIM UP AND REQUIEM AETERNAM!! HE JUST DROVE NASH ON HIS FACE!! Jim: TERMINUS killed him with that one! I can't believe it, after months, months of Hype that's all these guys are! CJ Messer, Danny Nash, they aren't professional wrestlers, they actually kind of suck! Sean: Terminus thankfully going for a pin to end this all! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: HERE COMES CJ MESSER! FLYING DOUBLE AXE! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: INTO HIS OWN PARTNER! TERMINUS MOVED!! [Clyde gets in the ring but Terminus already has CJ with a knee inside, and locking the leg, jumps into a front flip legsweep DDT!! The fans roar out as Terminus turns it right over into a Bridging Fujiwara Armbar as CJ taps like crazy!!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE CAN'T TAP OUT HE'S NOT THE LEGAL MAN! Jim: THESE GUYS ARE IDIOTS!! Jack: AND TERMINUS CARVING THEM UP ALIVE! [Terminus releases the hold as CJ rolls from the ring and falls down off the apron. Messer staggers around the side, shocked as he can barely even stand, wincing from the pain! Terminus is already on the top rope as Clyde Dixon is laughing, unable to believe the lack of competition from The Hype. Terminus stands tall- and as Tokyo rises to their feet, Terminus leaps off the top rope with the Corkscrew 450 Degree Press!!] ***WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!!!!*** Jack: TERMINAL VELOCITY AND TERMINUS HAS LITERALLY SQUASHED THE HYPE!! THE PIN! THE COVER!!! MY GOD IN RECORD TIME FOR A PAY PER VIEW!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!* Jim: ALL THAT! AFTER ALL THAT! THE HYPE SHOWN TO BE NOTHING!! Jack: TERMINUS AND DARKSIDE CLYDE STEAMROLLED OVER THE HYPE! Sean: IN RECORD TIME! AND THESE FANS- I - CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! [Terminus stands up with arms spread as he clasps his palms together and bows to the audience. Darkside Clyde is grinning as the Referee raises his arm! The fans cheer out in celebrating the real tag team as Nash is still out, CJ Messer beside himself at ringside, too scared to go back in! The fans are cheering as Terminus and Dixon each climb a corner, pointing out across the Tokyo Dome!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And with that, we go into the title contenders for the Fusion Championship. The Ginger Ninja will be appearing at the pay per view itself right now let's get to words of war and wisdom from Eddie Christian! Jim: I can't believe after all that promotion The Hype make their big pay per view debut and completely destroy their careers live on international broadcast! Sean: Yeah no kidding- that's all they really ever were! Jack: I guess anything can happen here... let's take you now to Eddie Christian! ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / EDDIE CHRISTIAN / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Tokyo, Japan is known for a lot of things...mostly as the prominent city in Japan. It is where classic Japanese culture meshes modern day Japanese cultivation. With an exceeding population of twelve million, Tokyo is the world's most populous city. It is also where Shoot fire Pro Wrestling will end it's season with Ring Faia at the world famous Tokyo Dome. However beautiful Tokyo maybe or it's amazing tourist attractions and natural gardens. It is not the scenery that we're tuned to. 100 kilometers or 57 miles to the southwest of Tokyo lies one of the greatest beauties of Japan. Often regarded as one of Japan's "holy mountains", Mount Fuji is one of the few active stratovolcanoes in the world. Throughout the centuries, Fuji has been written about, painted, and photographed more than any other prefecture in Japan. The mountain, which last erupted in 1708, is a stunning attraction to both tourist and mountain climbers. The volcano stands tall at 12,192 feet - the tallest mountain in Japan. To the Japanese it symbolizes the very spirit of the island country. At the very base of the beautiful mountain is what is called the "sea of trees". Aokigahara is a unique attraction in it's own way. A dense forest that lies on top of volcanic rock. Whatever beautiful thoughts of Mount Fuji we have, Aokigahara is the polar opposite. It is the top ranked place amongst suicide in Japan. In the times of old, many poor families came and left unwanted infants and senior citizens in the forest to fend for themselves. There are no trails in this forest plus the claims of paranormal activities, it is only an attraction to thrill seekers. Thrill seekers like the thrillseeking in-ring competitor "Born Champion" Eddie Christian. Christian stands at the midway between the entrance to the mountain trails and the forest. Eddie stands with his back towards the mountain facing the dense forest, but there's some sort of doubt etched across Eddie's face - something that's a rarity for him. He rubs his hands together as he takes a step towards the Aokigahara forest. He stops, and glances back at the mountain. Eddie is obviously torn between the two sites. With a deep breath..] "Born Champion" Eddie Christian: "I've always felt like it was my place to be regarded amongst wrestling's elite. Sometimes it's even surreal to me to see how far I've progressed in my journey since I started wrestling in two thousand and three. I've traveled across many states, countries, and continents and even now I'm still shocked that I'm in this current position that I'm standing in right now. It is a position that many of us face in our careers and an option that can either excel or kill our career. I've always thrived off of competition. I felt that it was my destiny to outdo the out doers, outsmart the outsmarters, and so forth. I have done that time and time again. Whether I win or lose, the people -- the fans, the media, the critics, the backstage guys -- always talked about Eddie Christian. They always talk about my show stopping performance. The so-called "go hard or go home" mentality that I display in the ring on a nightly basis was enough for me. I thrilled off being the best pure athlete in wrestling. I love that the fans acknowledge me as the "King of Wrestling"... The media knows that I am the greatest wrestler living today... The critics understand that I am a born champion in this sport!" [He touches the first tree of the forest..which is marked with a blue marking tape of many marking tapes so those who venture it and get lost can navigate their way back to the beginning. Eddie goes to travel further into the green sea, but once again he stops and looks back at the elegance of Mount Fuji. You can see internal rip in his eyes.] Eddie Christian: "But is that truly enough to solidify myself among the elite? Yeah I conquered Philadelphia, but that's an ant hill compared to what I'm challenged with now. I'm faced with the task of continuing the path that has gotten me here..to the success that I have gained? Or do I break away and tread the path to the top of the SPW? A path that's been traveled by many men, but only reached by a select few. [He pauses] And the question that I pose to myself is...is Eddie Christian really ready for what is the hardest ascent in his career?" [He takes a step back out of Aokigahara and towards Mount Fuji. He takes a deep breath as he slowly edges toward the highest mountain in Japan. He stops and looks back at the ocean of trees.] Eddie Christian: "That question will be answered at Ring Faia, as once again I step inside the ring with a handful of talented competitors. And how fitting is it that this match is aptly labeled as The Sinful Six. A match that is bound to better it's winner's career and ultimately push them to the next level here in Shoot fire Pro Wrestling. And for some of us, the road here has been a bit rocky. I can admit that I am on that list as well, as I've yet to seal the win here in Shoot fire since I have been back." [Eddie turns his head away from the forest, he the back of his hand and wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He walks over to the wooden arrow shaped sign that has Japanese writing on it, underneath is the English translation that says Mount Fuji with the other that says Aokigahara.] "Born Champion" Eddie Christian: "I will not call your victory last week a fluke, Frank. You won that match fair and square after you took the opportunity to follow up on all my hard work inside the ring and hit your version of the frog splash on James O'Connor... But you and I both know that you couldn't hold a candle to me when the two of us faced off in the ring. Last week, I proved to you that I'm just not some never ending music video. Even though you came off with the win, I still proved to you that I am exactly what I claim to be. [Eddie's eyes change, they're fire hot as if something has been ignited in him.] But this time Frank, we meet and the situation is a little bit different. This time you have to pin my shoulders to the mat. Something that you haven't and I can promise that you will not do. Last week you proved that you were up for it. You silenced the rumblings in the locker room and proved that Frank Ewiak is indeed back from doing Hollywood's dirty bidding. [He pauses.] But what happens when you lose at Ring Faia, and the rumblings start to reappear? The constant backstage talk that remind you that your career is everything short of what it could've been. It was fitting to learn you did stunts in Hollywood, because that's all your wrestling career has been, Frank.. ..a stunt.." [By this time Eddie is breathing very heavy...with each exhale the air gets more and more intense. His eyes now burn ferocity.] Eddie Christian: "I guess this can officially be your welcome back match, Marissa. The girl of all girls...oh how sweet the luxury of having the great Marissa Monet join us in this match. Please note my sarcasm there, Marissa. Because I really don't care about you, your sex, or what you're trying fight for in a predominately male sport. However, I will not say that you don't belong because I've seen you hang in there with some male wrestlers although sometimes you didn't come out the victor. Your accomplishments in this federation has made you one of the faces of it. But Marissa, although you seek to better the world for women's wrestling, Ring Faia will not help your case. And that's just me being blunt. You don't have Jakob Volga with you in this match to bail you out of your situations like he did in our match at the all tag team edition of Conquest. You're weak ass husband isn't here either, and without either of them, how long with you truly last? [He pauses. It's a rhetorical question as he forms his lips to provide an answer.] Not long. You've always had somewhere there to watch your back. And at Ring Faia, you're all alone. And when that bell rings your desires to win will go up in smoke. Because you're nothing but a fake. You're gender will not garner you any tickets of sympathy. You want to be a shark, I'm going to treat you like one. You'll feel the pain as I hook you by the fin, and watch you suffocate as quickly you become the prey. And much like the creatures you associate yourself with, you'll only be good for shark fin soup. Tokyo Dome is the place Marissa, where you're finally exposed for the dumb worthless bitch you are." [We hear mumbles of Japanese as a group of thrill seeking friends exit the deep green. They seem excited from their adventure in the forest. Eddie takes notice to them and nods.] "Born Champion" Eddie Christian: "Like I said before, everyone in this match is coming for their own agenda and you are definitely no different, Bryan. You're out there looking to show the world who you are. Get your name out there and become a staple in the wrestling world. Everyone looks at you Bryan, and they say you are a kid with a lot of potential. [He lets out an aggravated sigh.] Maybe you are Bryan, and perhaps you're ready to capitalize off of it and show the world that you're capable of being just a little something more. And guess what? Ring Faia isn't your stage to do so. You have a considerable amount of wrestling ability, which is why my best friend is allowing you to ride backseat. I am aiming to shoot down any fantasy you have of winning. You're a fusion grand prix failure, and on June 7th, you'll have failed at winning SPW's inaugural Sinful Six. [He lets out a devious chuckle.] So start beating yourself in the head, and do whatever outcast tactics you do to express your false state of dementia. Because I do not care what you've been through in your past. I do not care what you're trying to prove, and I surely don't give a damn about your outcries about how reality has mistreated you. I stand here and I piss on everything you stand for, Bryan. At Ring Faia, I'm going to wipe you off the radar of ever being a potential threat to Eddie Christian. I'm going to send you back under whatever rock you crawled from. And while you go run around asking yourself 'Why me?'. I already have the answer, it's because you were simply not ready. I've seen your kind before Vincent, and I can tell you now that history repeats itself as long as you let it. Personally I think Sammy is wasting his time with you, you're content with being a reject. All the hype people place around will soon be deflated because I'm going to expose you for the mass of wasted potential and skin you already know you are." [He nods on in approval with his statement.] Eddie Christian: "Unlike the previous three, I've never had the pleasure or displeasure of stepping inside the ring with you, Ryan. I do know what your capable of as I watched you climb the tag ranks only to be defeated by Team EGO three weeks ago. I also understand that you're real raw right now with your economic situation, however Ryan I will not you or your life misfortunes deter me from achieving my goal. You've garnered some success with a high profile rivalry with Vince Viper in TSWF, and while that maybe something to note in other people's eyes. I simply do not care, Because unlike three weeks ago *you* are not in the driver's seat. I refuse to be pushed over from what I truly desire. You're nothing but an after thought of your brother's career. I know you're going to push the bar at Ring Faia because you want to get rid of that stigma. But honestly Ryan.... ...how far are you really willing to push the bar? Are you willing to push it further than Eddie Christian? I love a new challenge Ryan so I suggest you come hard, or else I'm going to send you packing back to Burlington. [Eddie leaves the sign as he walks a few feet towards Aokigahara once again touching the first tree of the forest, but he turns around and gazes at Fuji.] Eddie Christian: "I guess you can be called the wild card in this match, TGN. No one in this match knows what you're capable of or even who you are. Some of them maybe even frightened by the mystique that surrounds you. Sadly for you, I am not one of them. The fact that I'm going in against you blind adds a bit of incentive for winning this match. And to be honest? I'm kind of thrilled that I don't know what your in ring capabilities are. But please take note TGN. I am a competitor, I love competition. All I ask is for you to give me a run for my money. IF you can. [Eddie turns his head and looks into the deep mystery of the volcanic forest.] Without a doubt at Ring Faia stories will be told as six individuals enter a match - each fighting for something different, but sharing one common goal. We all look to win to take our careers to that next level. In every form of fashion we all believe that this match, this current struggle that we face is going to be the defining moment that can only be obtained by a win. Unfortunately only one can win. [He pauses.] And that win belongs to me. [He closes his eyes, reopening them. He looks back at Mount Fuji.] My career is more than just thrill seeking. It means a hell of a lot more. I am ready to take my career to new heights here in Shoot fire. It is a mountain that I must climb and stand atop. I've traveled this road in a different form, and this match will lay the ground work for Eddie Christian to make his stake here and rise to the very pinnacle of SPW. [He turns his back on the forest and walks towards the mountain, touching it's base for the first time. He looks up the mountain as far as he can see. He nods as if he accepts this journey as he now knows what he has to do. We're at an intricate moment in Shoot fire history, and when the smoke settles there will be one wrestler left. And that wrestler will be the one who's desire, dedication, determination, concentration, and the will to win is the strongest. Will it be Bryan Vincent? [He raises his eyebrows in question.] Or Frank Ewiak or The Ginger Ninja? [Quick pause.] Perhaps Ryan Bradley or Marissa Monet? [He shakes his head.] No, it will be me...because at Ring Faia... I will not be denied!" [Eddie starts on the trail up the mountain..as we fade to black.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / FRANK EWIAK / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade into a well-appointed hotel room. In the background, the skyline of Tokyo is seen. However, right in the middle of the room is SPW newcomer and veteran to wrestling in general, Frank Ewiak. Ewiak's in plain black slacks and a pinstripe button-up shirt. He nods at the cameraman, then sits down on the large bed in the middle of the room.] FE: Let me tell ya' a story. A story about a kid who never should've made it. A kid who should have ended up in jail, dead, or just another piece of white- trash in Florida. [A small smirk forms on Ewiak's face.] FE: But unlike a lot of bastards, he had a big brother who gave a damn. A big brother who came back after he got famous and showed that kid he could be more than a massive ass. Could make himself something a little more - [Beat.] FE: - as long as he could take it. Who didn't mind the loneliness, the solitude, and the fact that outside of a small number of geeks on the Internet, you get no respect. All for some shiny gold belts, a modicum of fame, and a lot of less than classy women. Sounds like a pretty decent life, right? [Pause.] FE: Now think about this. Despite all of that, the kid walks away. He's a man now and tired of the bullshit. He's lost some of the passion and the road is beginning to get to him. But, he's listened to his big brother. He's saved his cash. He's made his conections. So, he goes to LA. Get's a job in show buisness. A good job. Makes some good money. [Pause as Ewiak looks away over the skyline.] FE: But, the itch comes back. Day by day, week by week, the urge grows stronger. Not for the money, fame, or even women. He's in LA after all. But, to stop that nagging voice. That voice that says, "you can do more than this." So, the man comes back. He hears the whispers and ignores them. Not because he think he's the best or the greatest but because it is now a time to step up. [Another beat.] FE: Now, here's the question kids? Is that the guy you want to be facing? Or would you rather me throw out a catchphrase? I'm not in the SPW for my health or my bank account. I'm here to climb to the top of the mountain in this sport and as far as I'm concerned, the other five competitors are five more damn rungs to climb. Nothing personal, but I've got the experience without the miles on the engine guys. And when the dust settles, someone will get pinned by the best _DAMN_ Frog Splash in the Business. End of story. [One last beat.] FE: 'Cause that's the way it's gotta be. No time for romance, kids. Time to do the work. [Fade to black.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / BRYAN VINCENT / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade in as Jeff Keenan is standing by on the very top of the Tokyo Egg Dome, as a sea of white clouds is his backdrop... a golf club, a nine iron is in his manicured hands as the golden boy of SPW Corporate, Executive Vice President and Director of Talent Relations is studying up his shot. Wearing an Armani Collezioni White Nylon Windbreaker and Icon Oakley Shades, Keenan is practicing his golf swing while imparting last minute words of wisdom to his charge Bryan Vincent. Sitting off to the side with a leg folded over the other, in a sleek white business suit with an open pink dress shirt, and signature heavy D&G shades, is The Darkman. Keenan focuses in on the golf ball on its tee] Keenan: So.... what I think is that you're doing yeoman's work Bryan. Vincent: Funny, I was about to say the same thing about you. You know I don't recall asking for your help last time. Keenan: It is not ...in my interests to see you go out on injury after I did all that work to get you in here. [Keenan follows through with his swing and knocks a golf ball into the clouds! Vincent sips his mojito, as the gigantic setting sun casts deep rays across the gravel, the wind whipping by as The Darkman doesn't notice] Vincent: So what do you think of my track record so far? Keenan: Well you made some waves but you're making a crucial mistake... you really gotta understand Bryan, that this, this personal feud with Andrew Davis is really beginning to be a hindrance to all forward movement of your career. It's funny though... when I was your age and working my way up the ranks- [Keenan swings a fake swing missing the ball on purpose... aiming trajectory] Keenan: I ran into a fellow named JPV. Jean Paul Valley. Oh everyone loved him, he was placed in direct contention with me. The road agents said we were matched up well together, and it seems everything he did- I had a counter for and vice versa... well eventually our animosity followed us throughout our SPW careers and we both ended up fighting over the World Championship. Vincent: And? Keenan: And he beat me and my stable of the ELITE for it. But no shame in losing to a better man and Valley was the better man that night. That's what you have to learn kid. Anyone can handle a win in the business... it's how to handle a loss that's the hardest part for egomaniacs like us.... ...Bryan, are you able to let this thing go with Andrew Davis? Vincent: Yeah... I don't know I'm not really ready to see if he'll be my friend on facebook. I just don't see us holding hands and catching the latest Terminator Flick, you know? [Keenan smiles, and placing another golf ball on the tee, stands up as the sun casts his shadow long across the top of the roof. Unzipping his jacket, Keennan turns to give a smile towards Darkman] Keenan: Oh don't get me wrong, I'd sooner put a bullet in Valley than shake hands with the man. But I don't and never will let personal animosity get to me. Had I, I never would have moved past him and become a Hall of Famer, a two time World Champ. I'd have torn his career to pieces, at the expense of my own. Some things in life are worth it. I guess what I'm asking is, are you prepared to sacrifice all forward motion in taking Davis down? Vincent: ...I'm going to win that Sinful Six Match. If Davis wants to jump me from behind again, then I'll make sure that's the last mistake he ever makes. I'm a winner Jeff, just like you. Davis will pay for his sins against me. ...In the meantime, Bryan Vincent lays down for no one. If he did, well, I wouldn't be here right now. [Keenan swings another strike sending a golf ball record distance! Jeff looks out, hand over his glasses shielding the glare... and he smiles] Keenan: Well I guess some people have to learn the hard way. Good luck Bryan, just remember... it's easy to throw stones from the bottom of the ladder, all you might hit is yourself when gravity brings them back down... it's a hell of a lot harder to throw stones from the top, where one tends lost their balance and fall a lot easier. Your swing. [Darkman shoves up, smiling as he strides along the gravel, rocks crunching under the soles of his expensive white shoes. Taking the nine iron, Bryan stares at the titanium reflection, and prepares to swing] Vincent: Just playing through. [Vincent swipes out nailing the golf ball high into the atmosphere... fade] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / RYAN BRADLEY / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ (Our scene opens, not to a professionally shot studio, but to a grainy web-cam clearly taken from a laptop computer. On the screen, we can see Ryan bradley lying down on his bed, surrounded by dirty socks, dvd's, toothpaste bottles, empty beer and pop bottles, and a 1/4 full bottle of Jose Cuervo gold. Ryan looks as if he is about to pass out as he blinks annoyingly at the camera) RB: Sorry to send in my promo this way, but I can't afford to have a camera crew come in here and run through a bunch of rehersals like they do with the other guys. I'm not broke, but I'm prety damn near close to being broke. Vic Frost was a letdown as a partner, and with the 200 dollars I made from losing the tournament finals I had just enough left to catch a train ticket back home and grab a few bottles from the store. *cough cough* And now... SPW wants me to come in for Ringu Faia or fire or whatever it is??? Horseshit. I get a contenders match with a bunch of hacks and a woman....a WOMAN! Only a few months ago I would have been appalled by all this, but deep down, compared to some of the other things that have happened in SPW it's not so bad. Vince Viper stole a kid from Big Brothers and He's getting 6 figure contracts. Roddy Taylor screwed over 5 promotors and his brother, and he's retired with millions. AsH whined and whined until He got the SPW title... then whined and whined some more when it was time to drop the belt. Andy Simmons??? in jail for Stat Rape! Greg Brians? In Jail for a hit and run. Havoc? Deported! Reaper? Dead! so really, fighting 4 men and one woman isn't really all that bad when you look at it from that point of view. any of those guys come after me.... I'll put em down. And if Marissa Monet comes after me..... Well.... Like Vic Frost would say... Like Roddy Taylor would say... Like Vince Viper and Reaper's rotting corpse would say.... That's SPW! And that's just the way it is! (Ryan strains to reach toward the camera as the film suddenly goes black) ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / MARISSA MONET / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [There she is ... the Great Black Shark ... she is resplendent. Elegant, powerful, tall, dark and handsome to death, the Great Black Shark has made her return to the waters of the SPW. There she is with Heather Owens, looking every inch the superstar. She is dressed in the simplest and most feminine of outfits, a long crosstie halter sundress in cerise. Her hair is smoothed back from her chiseled face and swept up into a bun. The simplicity of the outfit is that it displays her unbelievable body from her broad muscular shoulders to her narrow waist to the power of her legs. She is so regal, so coolly elegant. This is not the woman who left the SPW a snarling mess. This woman is in complete control of herself and her surroundings. She is seated at the SPW studios in a sitdown interview with Heather Owens. The setting seems right for the return of one of SPWs fiercest competitors.] HO: Marissa Monet, I guess the first thing I have to say is welcome back. I didn't think we'd see you grace the SPW rings ever again. MM: (smiling) To tell you the truth, I didn't believe that I would ever be back, either. I left with a bad taste in my mouth and a bad feeling. Obviously I wasn't the only one. But I suppose time has a way of changing things. Maybe the grass isn't always greener. I quickly found myself without a wrestling contract. And I wasn't willing any more just to go anywhere to wrestle any more. HO: So you were forced into retirement? MM: Forced into retirement is an incredibly accurate statement. When I was initially freed from my contract I was eager to work in a place with a much more open backstage. Well, I found out that one thing the SPW has over everybody else is stability. AJ Black will run his shows guaranteed. Not every other promotion has its business model together as tightly as SPW does even if they may be a little easier to work with. So, after a while of being in forced retirement and thinking this was really the end of everything, I got the call from Jakob Volga to reform our Black Mass tag-team. HO: That was certainly a shock. I didn't think I would ever see you two together in a ring again. MM: You never say never in this business. I had the itch to compete again. So I flew half way around the world to step into the spotlight again. It felt good. Afterwards AJ reached out to me and I reached back and here I am again, looking to become number one contender to the Fusion title. HO: Well, that's very interesting. There was a lot of resistance to the idea of you competing in intergender matches the first time around. MM: I think a lot of the people who had complaints have disappeared in the SPW bloodletting. I think it was a lot of jealous competitors who wanted the shot at the World Title themselves. You know, they kind of looked at me like "Who is this bitch trying to take my spot?" You know, it's one thing to lose out on a title shot to another man, but to lose to someone with a vagina. That's an unbearable idea to a lot of men. They really are terribly fragile in their idea of masculinity. Everything is a threat to their manhood. [She reaches over to put her big, spider-like hand on Heather Owens knee as she shares a giggle.] HO: Well, what makes you think that things will be different this time around? MM: I think I have more faith from management. Nobody's come close to Sammy Knight since I left. And really, watching the SPW product, while there may be more cohesiveness amongst the wrestlers there isn't that BOOM that used to be there. And I think I bring that thunder and lightning. I think I bring that excitement back to the ring as a competitor, regardless of gender. The SPW is creating a new generation of superstars. I think I can be right at that forefront. I think my best work is ahead of me. I've always been saying that. HO: Have you seen what's been going on with the women's division. MM: I see they tried to find a new me in this Miss Jasmine, but there's nobody like me. And this Staci B isn't bad. Once again, I think they were desperate to find another Marissa Monet because Tiffany Lane and Jasy O'Neil have been around for a while and need fresh blood. I said that was the reason I stopped competing in the women's division. I was tired of facing the same people again and again. I couldn't find anything interesting to say or do because we'd been around the circuit for too long. I wouldn't mind matching up with Staci B or Jasmine, though. I think that might be fun. HO: Do you have any opinions on Poet Wright's transformation. [Marissa shakes her head in pity.] MM: I don't think that girl knows what she's done to herself. To scar yourself like that? There's something desperately wrong with her. I simply hope she finds some peace. This business isn't that serious. You can't let it take your soul like that. Trust me, I learned that the hard way. I was an emotional mess when I left here the first time. I let the business get too close. HO: Are we seeing a kinder, gentler Marissa Monet? MM: Kinder and gentler? I think that was the 90s, wasn't it? No, more focussed, more circumspect. Definitely more at peace. I mean what's the point of screeching like a harpy when no one is listening, right? So, I'll make my point in the ring. I'll definitely make my point at Ringu Faia when I am named the number one contender to the Fusion Title. HO: What do you think of your opponents in the match? You're facing bigger, stronger, technical wizards like Eddie Christian, Ryan Bradley ... MM: Frank Ewiak, Bryan Vincent and the Ginger Ninja? It's a very good field of wrestlers. And like me they all have something to prove. Eddie Christian has been a name everywhere but the SPW. He's a showboat. He wants to be the biggest star. He's trying to get his name up in the shining lights. I have that same hunger. Frank Ewiak is just coming back to the sport. I know from personal experience when you leave for a while you think nothing's changed, but everything has. Everything changes. It isn't so easy coming back. It gets harder every year you're away. It seems clear from his introductory video that the Ginger Ninja is looking to make a name for himself. The problem is that he's trying to do that at the expense of five other competitors instead of catching one wrestler by surprise. That's much more difficult. Bryan Vincent is trying to show he's 100 per cent again and resolve some of his backstage issues, but those issues and those injuries they have a way of catching up to you when you least expect it. And Ryan Bradley is definitely an up and coming force. But you have to arrive. He's fast, he's good, but he's the smallest wrestler in that ring and will that make him just that much more reckless? I know that's what's going through his mind. I mean we've got to figure out how to take out five other topnotch competitors. That is no simple task. HO: So how do they stack up against you? MM: I'm not going to be arrogant and say that all I have to do is step into the ring and I'll win. I know that's what you want, Heather. [She turns to the camera.] America, I know that's what you want out there. You've watched me go deep on people for months now. But I'm not going deep on these competitors. That's not what this is about. It isn't personal. It's competition. So I'm going to be scouting and training and preparing for my shot. This is just the first step. I still want to make history. And I've been given the chance again because the people realise just what I can do around here. I've been the Women's World Champion. I've been the World Tag Team champion. I just want to add to that legacy. The chance to be the Fusion Champion ... well, this is the first step. I didn't make SPW and SPW didn't make me, but together, well, together it seems that we've been able to make magic and why not let that run continue. It's been very difficult sometimes, but it has been consistently rewarding. And I love the challenge. At Ringu Faia, Marissa Monet comes back for her throne. HO: We're all looking forward to it. MM: And if you want a little greasy talk, Heather, let's just put it like this. I didn't come back to be demeaned. I didn't come back to be underestimated. I will be the one to pin my opponent down. I'll be the one to hit them so hard that I take their breath away. I'll be the one to force them to wipe their tears and close their eyes and hide. That will be if they underestimate me. I've been to the top of the mountain in SPW. I've main evented pay-per-views, I've mowed down the competition and I've been that lightning rod of controversy. I will be that again if needs be. I am still the Great Black Shark and oooohhhhh, Marissa will still kill you. [There's the catchphrase that Heather has been waiting for. The usually impartial reporter smiles fondly with the memories.] HO: That's the Marissa Monet we've all been missing around here. Ladies and gentlemen, I think the bar has just been raised. But we'll see if Marissa Monet can, at Ringu Faia, exceed her own expectations. [Fade out] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | ORCHID vs BURNING CALM ASAKA | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\ [Standing in the ring is Chiyo-Chan Asaka, better known as Burning Calm Asaka! The fans cheer out as the peppy youthful MMA fighter is standing tall, trying to show off her meanness and ferocity as across the ring, stands the masked woman only known as Orchid. Wearing a violet bustier and lycra pants, Orchid stands with musclebound arms and stares deep holes across the ring at her new opponent. The audience boos as the woman who attacked Jasy O'Neil prepares to fight. Asaka raises a fist to her fans as they cheer and Orchid runs into her from behind!!] ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!*** [FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ORCHID ON ASAKA BEFORE REF GLEN KYROS CAN EVEN CALL FOR THE BELL!! Sean: Orchid pummeling Asaka in the corner! Asaka ducking under and comes up with the knife edge smacking into the mysterious woman! Orchid into the side and covering up, Asaka with the snapmare takeover! Jim: Asaka up and dropkicks into Orchid's back!! [Orchid yells out and rolling up, turns around as Asaka springs off the second rope, flying back for the crossbody but Orchid catches her, rolls backwards to come up and smashes down the side backbreaker] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Caught her with the backbreaker! Now hoisting her up, spins and DRIVES HER DOWN WITH THE SHOULDERBREAKER!! Jim: OH!! Asaka hurting as she tries to get up ORCHID runs her over with the clothesline!! Sean: Burning Calm to the mat canvas and trying to rise- ORCHID with the back roundhouse kick just BLOCKED by Asaka!! [Asaka blocks a second kick with both hands and then a third, shoving away the leg as Orchid hits the Dragon Whip! Asaka goes stumbling as her head snaps up and Orchid flies to dropkick her in the small of the back!] [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Orchid all over Asaka! No matter where she goes this kid has to keep up! Jack: Asaka to her feet and Orchid with the Spinning Neckbreaker takes her down! Over into the standing dragon sleeper takes Asaka up who's trying to get free! Sean: Grabs the arm, FLIPS UP AND OVER! LANDS ON HER FEET ORCHID TURNS ASAKA CATCHES HER WITH THE JAWBREAKER!!! [The crowd pops as Orchid does to, up to her feet as Asaka follows through with a jumping spinning Uppercut to the jaw! Orchid goes all the way back, falling against the ropes and Asaka charges screaming with a flying leg lariat over the top sending Orchid backwards over the side into a complete flip!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WHOA! AND ORCHID ON THE FLOOR! ASAKA OFF THE SIDE DIVING SENTON!! Jack: AND TAKES THE MASKED WOMAN DOWN!!! [Orchid rolls up, flailing as Asaka rises and reaches her fist up, smiling out as the fans show her some love! Burning Calm Asaka fires a stiff kick into the lungs, then snaps a kick into the side! Orchid hurts as Asaka drags her up to fall back dropping her on the guardrail!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Asaka in control! Wheeling Orchid around ORCHID WITH HER WAISTBAND FALLS TO SLAM ASAKA'S FACE INTO THE RING APRON!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ORCHID TOSSING ASAKA IN THE RING! THE KID GETTING UP! Jack: ORCHID WITH THE LEAP OVER THE SIDE! HEAD SCISSORS TAKING ASAKA OVER! [Orchid gets up as Asaka gets to her feet, and the masked woman back suplexes her into the air, then throws her high and lands catching the head, jumping to get both knees in the back and blasting Asaka with the elevated lungblower!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ORCHID LAID ASAKA OUT! AND NOW TAKING HER UP! OVER THE SHOULDERS AND FIRE THUNDER DRIVER RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Well that is it. Count to a thousand, and Orchid drops to drape a leg over top as she has the forearm in the face. Referee with the count-- 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! ORRRRRRCHID!!!!!! [Orchid rises, clasping hands together as she bows out to the fans. They boo as the masked woman straightens up, hands on hips. She regards the arena with contempt, and demands the Referee raise her wrist in celebration!] Sean: With that, Orchid able to put Asaka away. Able to take a lot of pain and dish it out, just the better wrestler as we saw tonight. Jim: Better wrestler!? She just laid out the Champ! Jasy O'Neil needing medical attention after what Orchid did to her earlier on, and now another body for the pile, poor Burning Calm Asaka just got bounced on her head! Jack: And this match in the books. Your winner, the mysterious Orchid. Ladies and Gentlemen, we now take you to words from the reunited team! It's time to hear from Wild & Starring. Alright! ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / WILD & STARRING / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Two weeks ago. Backstage during the latter stages of the Road to Ringu Faia broadcast, in the trainerÕs room at the Olympics Gymnastics Arena in SeoulÑ] ÒRight there, yes. Just right there. Stand. Guard. ThatÕs what you are, right? Security? SE-CUR-ITY? Hello? Anybody home?? Do you even speak anyÑwhat? Where are you going!?Ó [That would be a somewhat agitated Chris Wheeling, trying to direct traffic in regards to three Korean arena security personnel, standing outside the door to the room. As the poor guys face his organizational wrath, we explore further into the room, where veteran SPW star Van Wild sits on a folding chair, straps of his singlet pulled down to his waist, and head bowed towards the floor, icepack held gingerly against the back of his neck, black venom mist still remaining in traces on his face and upper torso, courtesy of one Jean Pierre Celine.] Wild: You knowÉ IÕm really getting too old for this shit. [He looks up with a wince and slight half grin, meeting a brief attempt at a grim return smile a few feet away. Scott Starring, similarly sat on a trainerÕs bench, his own head held up high to better allow the trainer to stitch up a gash on his forehead, no doubt received in the copious scuffle with Deathknell and his barmy army.] Starring: Yeah. You and me both. [Wild nods slowly, filling the somewhat awkward silence.] Wild: SoÉ whyÕd you come, kid? I mean, Korea, of all places. Kinda out of your way, donÕt ya think? Not that I donÕt appreciate the save. You know IÑ Starring: I donÕt know, Jase. Been asking myself that same question. I guess you can blame himÉ [Turns his eyes briefly towards Wheeling, still marshalling his Ôforces.Õ] Starring: ButÉ no, not really. I donÕt know, I justÉ I felt like I had to. DidnÕt have any choice. It was my fault, you know? Wild: What was? [Starring takes a slow breath.] Starring: All this, with you and this Deathknell guy. I canÕt believe I, justÉ damn it, I just couldnÕt stay away from this place. I ran to Vegas to get away and go bury my head in the sand. And Shootfire just came right along behind me. Like an idiot, I had to show up. Had to go see what was going on for myself. No matter how much I hated the place, and I knew it was a big mistake. This psycho didnÕt give a damn about you, Jase. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, just like everyone else he went after. You werenÕt even on his radar until I was dumb enough to go jumping in too. Wild: Hey. I appreciate that, by the way. [Wild smiles. Starring flinches slightly as the trainer continues his work on his forehead.] Starring: Yeah, well. It was a mistake. I pissed him off, made him look like an ass, and I painted a big red target on your back. And I know youÕve paid for that. [Wild shrugs, quickly regretting it as he cringes from the flash of pain through his neck. He brushes it aside.] Wild: IÕm fine. DonÕt worry about it. [Starring eyes him narrowly.] Starring: Are you? I mean, all I had to go by was what I saw on TV, and what Wheeling told me. He said you were in pretty bad shape not so long ago, and I know you Ð youÕll keep going, and youÕll keep taking it, Ôtil something gives out. You never did had much sense that way. [Wild looks at StarringÕs deadpan expression, looking for some hint of humor.] Wild: Guess thatÕs why I always kept you around, huh, kid? [He flashes a wry grin, and finally receives a hint of the same in return.] Starring: IÕm serious. You canÕt take that abuse every week, Jase. And I knew it. Wheeling made damn sure of that. Laid this guilt trip on me, that IÑno. I laid the guilt trip on myself. He just kept it festering, and then he laid down the plane ticket, when he knew I couldnÕt keep saying no. [Wild looks over to where the manager of future champions is STILL berating the poor security personnel, this time trying to get one of them to do something with a hand radio. Wild chuckles.] Wild: Yeah, that WheelingÕs a hell of a guy. Whatever the reasonÉ IÕm glad you came when you did. ItÕs good to see you, kid. [Starring looks at his former tag team partner, the genuine look on his weary face. The trainer at that point wraps up his stitching on the younger manÕs forehead.] Trainer: All done. [Starring looks up as the trainer move away.] Starring: Thanks. Wild: So this thing in Tokyo. We gonna do it? [Starring turns back to Wild, hearing the mix of hope and expectation in his voice. He stares at Wild, then looks away, down to the floor. Then slowly he nods, almost to himself. His blue gaze turns back up, to meet that expectant face, and he takes an accepting breath.] Starring: Yeah. I guess we are. [Wild cracks the slightest grin, and on that confirming note, we fade out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / DEATHKNELL / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ #DOOM# [The seventh circle of hell. Go-Go dancers shake around in shimmering red dresses, and they gyrate around in bird cages. The young women hang from ceilings. Models drenched in silver body paint loiter around on irregular couches sipping drinks you didnÕt know exist. The walls are still covered in fire. A strobe light blinds the camera with hot white flashes, occasionally breaking through the wall of red lights that illuminate this vision of hell... transformed into a MOD club. Sitting on a chair that looks like a giant hand, is the Lord DEATHKNELL. Decked out in a new purple suit, you could swear SPWÕs favourite son was a PIMP... except for that metallic silver mask with the glowing red eyes. The monster make-up kind of takes away from the P-I-M-P... there might be a movie in that. Smashing another computer Lord DEATHKNELL throws it in the pile. God he hates the internet. So many bastards mocking his voice! The damned internet lurker Shaun Sindelman!!! Not coping well with stress, DEATHKNELL throws a drink at one of the dancers.] #SMASH# [Pushing through the throng of partying sinners on the dance floor, a scowling Vik Avatar stumbles past the last few over to his lord.] Vik Avatar: My liege... what has become of your citadel of fear? : THE END IS NEAR! ...IT HAS TRICKED ITSELF INTO BELIEVING THAT THERE IS HOPE. THAT YOUTH MUST BE ENCOURAGED, THAT THEYÕRE THE RIGHT PEOPLE FOR THE JOB. ALL IT TAKES IS A LITTLE ELBOW GREASE... THE WORLD IS THEIR OYSTER... ALL THE PROBLEMS WILL GO AWAY IF THEY JUST STICK TO THEIR GOAL, AND KEEP AN EYE ON THE HORIZON. ...IT IS _FOOLING_ ITSELF. WHILE WE MIGHT BE LOOKING AT GREENER PASTURES... WHILE BANKRUPCY IS NO LONGER LOOMING... WHILE EVERYONE IS OPTIMISTIC ABOUT THE FUTURE... IT _DOESNÕT_ CHANGE THE FACT THAT... SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING... IS... #DOOM# [The camera pans across the packed club to find ÒThe 2nd Generation of VVVÓ Jean Pierre Celine sipping away at a margarita has discovered a large gong. Smashing a bottle against the gong, Celine finds it obscenely amusing. What resonance. What sound. Grabbing another bottle Celine smashes it...] #DOOM# JPC: ...El Rey Futuro! [HA! Vik AvatarÕs face sinks as he realizes Celine is stealing his job. Not even being subtle about it. Appealing to his ÒuniqueÓ sense of Òhumour,Ó Celine decides to continue his roll call of the damned. Smashing another bottle, before naming WHO the BELL tolls for...] #DOOM# JPC: ...Andrew Davis!!! #DOOM# JPC: VAN WILDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!! #DOOM# JPC: Scott Starring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #DOOM# JPC: Lord DEATHKNELL-------------------eep. [Celine drops his wine bottle, as the camera flash pans over to the raging red eyes of Lord DEATHKNELL, before flash panning back to a worried looking Celine. Has he said something wrong. Celine ducks down into the crowd to avoid his masterÕs wrath. The camera flash pans back over to DEATHKNELLÕs makeshift throne, as Vik Avatar shakes his head in disgust.] Vik Avatar: Why are you letting that fool tag with you against Starring and Wild? WeÕve wanted this for such a LONG time... I may not be the man I was... but IÕm still better than him. TAKE ME... donÕt let him blow it for us... he couldnÕt even win that pathetic multi-man-jobberthon! I can do it! Tag with me! [Lord DEATHKNELLÕs eyes flare, shutting up the frantic Avatar, before turning back to one of the statue models. She types dictation onto a laptop, apparently Deathknell telling an internet fan who though his commentary distracted from the action to go FUCK THEMSELVES... as the action wasnÕt that hot, on account of the wrestlers. IÕm sorry, DEATHKNELL wanted to put emphasis on _FUCK_ in the GO _FUCK_ YOURSELF part of the note. As the model sends it off, DEATHKNELL turns towards the camera.] : ...IN MY INFINITE WISDOM I HAVE DECIDED TO FAN THE FLAMES OF HOPE. THE AUDIENCE ACTUALLY BELIEVE SHOOTFIRE PRO HAS A FUTURE. THEY _BELIEVE_ THEIR ATHLETES ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD (seriously folks, vote VVV for the JTF)!!! THEY THINK THEY HAVE MADE IT OUT OF THE STORM... THAT THE END IS NO LONGER A REALTIY, BUT A LONG DISTANT MEMORY... THE CHILDREN ARE SINGING, THE SUN IS SMILING, THE WORLD IS A BRIGHTER PLACE... AND ALL THE LITTLE SHOOTFIRE FANS KNOW, THAT WHILE THEY MIGHT NOT HAVE A ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS FOR LONG... THEY CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON SHOOTFIREÕS STARS TO FIGHT THE ODDS AND COME OUT ON TOP! ....SHOOTFIRE... ...WEÕRE IN THE _EYE_ OF THE STORM! WHEN THEY FALL... THEY WILL FALL HARDER... WHEN THEY DIE... THEY WILL DIE SLOWER... WHEN THEY ROT... THEY WILL SMELL FOULER... IT ALL COMES FULL CIRCLE INTO PERFECTOIN, AS THEY MARCH HAPPILY TOWARDS THEIR DEMISE. ...SO IÕM HELPING THEM. WILL I WIN THE FUSION TOURNAMENT? PROBABLY NOT. WHY? _I_ WILL STILL BE FEASTING ON CHARRON LONG AFTER THIS FEDERATION IS DEAD. IT MAKES NO SENSE FOR ME TO WIN... GET THE TITLE ON A YOUNG PERSON LIKE FUTURO... OR AN ESTABLISHED STAR AT THE END OF HIS RUN LIKE DAVIS. ACTUALLY _HELP_ SHOOTFIRE GROW... MORE VOICES TO SCREAM OUT IN LONELY FEAR... WHEN THE END FINALLY COMES. IÕM BUILDING THEIR CONFIDENCE... IN SHOOTFIRE... IN WILD & STARRING... THE FORMER TAG CHAMPSIONS CHANCES IMPROVED WHEN I PICKED THE FOOL... [Flash pan across the dance hall floor, where Jean Pierre Celine crawls around the ground, trying to look up skirts in between being stomped on.] JPC: A quarter... couldnÕt zzzis just be zzze Ôappiest day of my life? [Celine reaches out to pick up the quarter, only to have a high heel step backwards through his palm. Blood gushes across the floor. That looks painful.] JPC: Zzzoot Alor! [The camera flash pans back to a depressed looking Avatar downing a beer mug full of scotch.] Vik Avatar: ...I could pretend to be more crippled.... no... youÕre right... the fool does make you look slightly beatable. [Avatar drinks himself to the ground, as the camera pans along with him, into a tight profile of DEATHKNELL. The lord of the kingdom of shadows sets fire to the broken computer monitors, hoping that the doubtful voices inside these computers are trapped and suffering. Sighing, DEATHKNELL stares up at the strobelight.] : WILD & STARRING... TWO SOULS WITH ONE FATE... HOW IÕVE WAITED FOR YOUR SUFFERING... WHY HAVE YOU KEPT ME WAITING SO LONG. YOU HOPE FOR COMEBACKS... HOW LAUGHABLE. THE ONLY FUTURE YOU SHARE IS BLEAK, YOUR REUNION IS SHORT... YOUR CONTINUED INVOLVMENT WITH ONE ANOTHER IS ILL CONCIEVED. IT WILL ALMOST BE A PITY, PUTTING YOU OUT OF YOUR PAIN. I WILL SAVER IT. I WILL ENJOY IT. IT WILL NOT BE SWEFT... YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THAT. NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, YOU CANÕT ALTER YOUR FUTURE. JOIN TOGETHER? NOW BACK ON THE SAME PAGE, THE TWO OF YOU CAN FINALLY START MOVING TOWARDS YOUR DESTINY... TOWARDS YOUÕRE... #DOOM# [Trying to wrap a cloth around his bleeding hand, Jean Pierre Celine staggers backwards into the gong which once again resonates so loudly, the glasses behind the bar shake. It bothers some of the GoGo Dancers. Picking himself up off the ground, Celine stops the vibrating gong, before raising a bloody hand to the crowd.] JPC: ...IÕm OKAY! [The dancing continues, no one looks impressed. Ignoring the hurtful contempt, the irritating French fuck swaggers over to DEATHKNELLÕs thrown.] JPC: Prepared for our big match, Bernie? : I HAVE SPENT THE PAST FEW MONTHS TRYING TO FORCE THESE MEN, BOTH BACK INTO A TEAM, AND BACK INTO FIGHTING SPIRIT... IT HAS BEEN MY SOLE HOBBY... YET AS WE APPROACH THE FATEFUL ENCOUNTER THAT WILL MEAN THEYÕRE CONCLUSION... MY THOUGHTS ARE ELSEWHERE... Vik Avatar: On the fusion tournament? : ...ALLOWING ANDREW DAVIS TO TAKE ON VICTOR FROST IN THE FINALS WOULD DEPRESS THE FANS TO A DELIGHTFUL DEGREE... BUT IÕM TORN... I _REALLY_ DISLIKE DAVIS... I SHOULD AVENGE MYSELF ON HIM... WHAT A PUZZLE... SO THE FUSION IS UPON MY MIND. JPC: WhatÕs zzze big deal; itÕs a zzzree way dance, right? We French invented the mŽnage a trios... Vik Avatar: His lordship isnÕt French. JPC : Zzzoot Alor!!! [...] [A second after the statement, the camera zooms out to find Celine NOT upset by BernieÕs background, but rather by the current IGA Fight Club champion...] JPC: Ôey you, come back Ôere! [Celine races through the dance floor again, after a five year old holding the infamous IGA fight club title...] : ...STILL WHETHER I WIN OR LOSE... WHETHER REVENGE IS MINE, OR LOST... THE ONE SIMPLE TRUTH IS... THAT AFTER THE DUST CLEARS... VICTORS, LIKE THEIR VICTIMS... ARE ALL GOING TO BE... #DOOM# [Celine runs into the gong chasing after the small child. The Gong falls off its wallmount, crushing the small child. Celine turns to the camera in shock, then smiles knowingly as we fade to black.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / TEAM BAJ / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Peace. Tranquility. Quiet.] [Those are the thoughts of the slender, Japanese woman, sitting in the Lotus position in center of the ring. Her eyes are closed, breathing steady, black hair falling straight down her back. We find ourselves in the Beauty Angels Japan Dojo, the small building the training center for the women of BAJ.] [The woman in the ring, alone with her thoughts, is Minako Yamaguchi. She's clad in a white tank and matching sweats, her feet bare. Her breathing is slow and steady, her body completely still.] [Peace. Tranquility. Quiet.] [Peace. Tranquility. Quiet.] [Peace. Tranquility. Quiet.] Voice: MINA-CHAN!!!!!! [Well, so much for that.] [Mina opens an eye, catching sight of Butterfly Sato, racing into the room, a big smile on her face. The 5', 99 lb Sato wears a pink, BAJ T-shirt and shorts, her black hair to her shoulders. As Yamaguchi makes it to her feet, Sato bounds up the ringside stairs and, in a swift motion, ducks between the ropes and races over to Mina, embracing her.] Butterfly: OHMYGOSH!IT'SSOEXCITING!WE'REFIGHTINGSHOOTFIRE!CANYOUBELIEVEIT? NOONEWILLBELIEVEIT!I'MSOEXCITED!THISISTHEBESTTHINGSINCEANGELSANDAMAZONS! ICAN'TWAIT!CANYOU? [Mina smiles at Sato's enthusiasm, letting out a chuckle.] Mina: Whoa! Slow down. What's going on? [Sato takes a deep breath and exhales sharply, before continuing.] Butterfly: Well, you remember Shootfire Pro Wrestling and how they wanted us to fight one of their teams, right? Mina: Yes. Butterfly: And everyone wanted to go. But who can blame them? It's the chance to fight in front of millions. Only a fool wouldn't want to do that! So, Megumi and Yoshida went through all of BAJ to pick a team. [a beat] And we got picked! Out of everyone! [Mina's eyes grow wide in shock.] Mina: What? Butterfly: I know! I couldn't believe it either! Isn't that super wild!?! Mina: Are you sure? Voice: One hundred percent. [The two women turn to the entrance, where BAJ founder Megumi "Angel" Saito walks in, followed closely by Aiko Miyamoto. Angel wears a white, tank top and capri pants, completing the look with sandals, her right arm in a sling. Meanwhile, Miyamoto wears a canary yellow cami and jeans, her auburn hair falling down her back. A small smile plays across Aiko's lips as she waves shyly.] Angel: Mina, I know that you've wanted to face some of the best wrestlers around, with your retirement coming up. So, I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to let you do just that and in front of a world-wide audience. [Mina nods her understanding.] Angel: SPW has a wonderful reputation and their wrestlers are very strong fighters. So, I needed people who would be able to handle them. And I think that you and Sato are more than capable of doing just that. Honestly, your recent matches are more than testament to that fact. Mina: [smiles] Wow. I don't know what to say, Megumi. This is a fantastic opportunity. [Mina bows.] Mina: Thank you. Angel: Don't thank me, Mina. Just win. [The women laugh.] Mina: So, who are our opponents? Angel: One of them is quite familiar to you all, Nina Larue. The others are less so, but will probably prove to be equally tough: Miss Jasmine and Stacia B. Butterfly: [a confused look crosses her face] Wait a minute. There are three of them? Who is our other partner? Angel: Aiko. [All eyes turn to Aiko as she gasps in shock and immediately flushes.] Aiko: Me!?! I can't possibly... [He voice trails off as Sato has leaped from the ring and nearly tackled her in an embrace.] Butterfly: AI-CHAN!!!!! [Aiko manages to pry herself from Sato's grip and turns to face Angel with a concerned look, clearly quite flustered.] Aiko: This...this is an honor, Megumi. It truly is. But I can't..I can't possibly fight these women. I...I'm not ready.... Angel: Nonsense, Aiko. You've never been more ready in your life. Mina: Indeed. I agree with Megumi. [The three women turn to face Mina, who has joined them on the floor.] Mina: We've been working together and training for months now, Aiko. And you've come a long way from the timid, unsure wrestler that you were last year. You have truly come into your own and found your purpose. Even Sato would agree. [Sato nods her head enthusiastically.] Mina: And we would both be honored to have you fight by our side. [Yamaguchi extends her hand, flashing Aiko a reassuring smile.] Mina: So, what do you say? [There are tears in Aiko's eyes as she bites her lower lip.] Aiko: I...I don't know what to say... Mina: [smiles] Just say "yes". [Aiko takes a deep breath.] Aiko: You have been my trainer, teacher, and friend, Mina. And if you believe in me, then there is no reason that I should not believe in me too. [She reaches out and accepts Mina's hand.] Aiko: I will join you. Mina: Thank you. [The two women bow to one another as Sato runs over and embraces them both.] Butterfly: [beams] Yay! And don't worry, Mina. We will be sure to be the best partners that you have ever had! And we're going to show SPW what the BAJ spirit is all about! Aiko: [nods] Yes. You are retiring soon and there may not be many more chances for us to be a team. So, we will do our best to fight hard and in your honor. Mina: [smiles] I'm sure that you both will. And I'm not concerned. I know that we will be a team that none will match. Angel: As do I. In fact, I have a feeling SPW may not know what hit them. [Angel steps back as the three women begin to plan, excitement in the air and the scene fading to black.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / NINA LARUE / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Fade in.] [The scene opens to Tokyo's Ginza district. Most notably, the Gucci Flagship Store. It's here that we find a very bored looking Troy Daniel, flipping casually through a magazine. The handsome actor is clad in a black T-shirt and jeans, completing the look with boots.] [Suddenly, his wife, "The Goddess" Nina Larue enters. The willowy brunette is clad in a daring, black, micro-mini dress and black, thigh-high, leather boots, her raven tresses falling to her shoulders and framing her face. She also wears a pair of black, over-sized shades, a black handbag, with criss-cross stitching, in her hand.] Nina: Voila! [Nina proudly holds up the bag with a flourish.] Nina: Well, what do you think? [Troy barely glances up from his magazine and gives a cursory wave of his hand, his voice less than enthused.] Troy: Great. [Nina frowns, placing her hands on her hips.] Nina: Troy Anthony Daniel! I'm trying to pick out the perfect bag for dinner tonight and you are completely blowing me off! [Troy looks up from his magazine and smiles weakly, closing it.] Troy: Sorry, babe, but you've shown me like a million bags today. They're all sorta blurring. [he shrugs] Sorry. [Nina pouts, folding her arms across her chest.] Nina: You're supposed to be helping me here, Troy. Remember. How one of us looks reflects on the other. Do you want me being photographing with less than stunning accessories? [She shakes her head as he rolls his eyes.] Nina: Ugh. Tiffany would have been so much more helpful. Troy: Well, I'm not her. Her balls are bigger. [Nina frowns at the joke.] Troy: Speaking of which, where is she? This whole shopping thing is more you and her deal anyway. Nina: [sighs] I told you, honey. She's busy. She's got the biggest match of her career coming up. So, she's working on strategy and getting herself prepared today. [Nina turns her attention to a row of purses.] Troy: And why aren't you doing the same thing? [in a low voice] It would sure save me from this torture. [She turns away from the bags, a frown on her lips.] Nina: I heard that! And to answer your question, I don't need to. I've wrestled here tons of times and I know the entire Beauty Angels Japan roster inside and out. They're tough girls, but I've actually faced and trained with the very best of them. Hell, I've been friends with some of them for years. So, I'm more than prepared for whatever combination of opponents that they toss together to face us. [She waves her hand dismissively.] Nina: _My_ performance is not the question. My partners, on the other hand, are the ones that I hope can hold up their end of this team! I mean, this is hardly a situation like with Tiffany, where I know exactly what my partner can do and am totally confident in their abilities. I've faced them both but I know nearly nothing about Stacia and even less about Jasmine. Troy: Well, I'm sure they're going to be able to hold their own. I don't think AJ Black would hire trash. Nina: Please. We're talking about the man that gave Poet Wright her start. Even _he_ can dig down low, when he wants to. Troy: [laughs] Point taken. Nina: Anyway, I did hit the gym yesterday and will probably try to squeeze some time in later too. Like I said, it's been a long time since I was here and I refuse to make my return with a loss. That's so undignified. I just hope those other two feel the same way, because I'm so not in the mood to carry anybody's dead weight. Troy: I'll bet. Look, I'm going to go head out for a second. Because if I see one more purse, shoe, or dress, I might go insane. Meet you back up here in twenty? [She waves her hand and sighs again.] Nina: Fine. Fine. [She returns her attention to the bags, when Troy slides up behind her, kissing her on the cheek.] Troy: Thanks, babe. By the way, I liked the red and black one. [A proud smile spreads across her lips.] Nina: I knew there was a reason I married you! [Fade out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / STACIA B / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Sound of rubber on rubber, wrestling shoes pounding a training mat as Stacia Baruffi crouches, running in place. Cut to profile shot, slow-motion. Garbed in a simple black singlet, her legs pistoning, eyes locked dead forward.] JOE: "Sprawl." [Stacia drops flat forward to the mat, quick snaps a pushup to kip back to running in place. Her hands forward, ready to intercept whatever may be incoming before her. Lips tight, eyes focused on the spot where her opponent would be, if there were one in front of her.] JOE: "Sprawl." [Again Stacia hits the mat, and hops to vertical. She's starting to blow wind, breathing heavily, but she keeps her focus straight.] JOE: "One more, c'mon. Sprawl." [One more time Stacia kicks her feet back out from under her, hits the mat, rolling back up more slowly this time. She walks off the exertion from her drill, brushing a fine mist of sweat from her shoulders. She paces a couple circles around the practice mat, high-stepping to help stretch the muscles. The camera backpedals to pan to a two-shot as she approaches her father. He's still in his staid observational trainer's stance, black jeans and a T-shirt, closely cropped hair on his skull tracing the start of a receding hairline, mirrorshades helping hide and neutralize what expression may sneak its way to his visage. Joe Baruffi places a hand upon his daughter's shoulder, nodding in approval, handing across a bottle of water, which she sips gratefully.] JOE: "Looking good out there. Your cardio's strong, and you're solid on the agility drills." [Stacia suddenly squirms away from his arm, backing off a step to look up into his eyes. She takes another sip from the water bottle to cool her tongue before she answers.] STACIA: "Yeah, but I'm still -losing- out there. I can be as strong and tough in this gym as you could ever want from a girl, but I gotta go out there and - earn- something! "Dad, it's not like I don't appreciate what you're doing for me. Believe me, I do, I know how tough it can be to wriggle through those cracks without someone to open the door for you. But... But I'm still -losing- out there!" [Stacia adjusts a shoulder strap of her singlet, giving sweat-soaked skin some breathing room, and stomps away again, swallowing unsaid words along with her water.] JOE: "I told you when you first started shadowing wrestlers in this gym that you'd be getting in at a level you never saw in any of those high school matches." [Joe walks to his daughter's side, pulling her side-glancing chin with a finger to have her look him in the face.] JOE: "Stace, you have to understand... This is not a hobby any more. This is not just some club where the guys get together and spar after class gets out. This is now -business,- and you're now a small fish in a big pond, and everyone's trying to earn their dollar and their spotlight... And you're the one with a big bullseye painted on you that says 'Easy Money.'" STACIA: "Daddy, that's bull and you know it. I..." JOE: "Hush, girl. I was in this business for years and I KNOW it hasn't changed all -that- much. Now that you're earning a paycheck to do what you did for free already these years, you have to understand that these other women on that roster may have nothing better to do with their lives than work out and think up new ways to knock you cold." [Stacia keeps her mouth shut, taking another swig from the bottle as she listens rather than spouts off.] JOE: "The only way you're going to take the W in that ring is to OWN that ring. Make every moment yours. Every opening they give you, know how to snake in. Every move they throw at you, know how to turn it around and crank a lock on them. You go and become the ringmaster, and this whole circus will come bid your call." STACIA: "So you're saying, let all this... -stuff- ... just go past, focus technical, and devil take the hindmost?" JOE: "I promise you. You learn how to control every moment inside that ring, - nothing- outside that square will stop you." [Stacia looks down, then across, brow furrowed... She tosses back the last dregs of her water, tosses the empty bottle toward a corner trash can to be tidied later, and squares her jaw.] STACIA: "Fine, then. Let's see if you can't show me what got you where you got. Let's hit that ring! I KNOW you ain't tired, old man, -I'm- the one that's been doing all the workout today!" [Stacia sprints toward the corner roped practice ring, sliding in and immediately up and beckoning Papa Joe Baruffi with a quick taunt. Joe chuckles and heads up the steps, taking his time, ready to teach his girl a lesson.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / "THE OUTLAW" MORRIS BASS / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ (Somewhere in the middle of El Paso, Texas, a storm is brewing. Off in the distance, the clouds become more and more darkened, as "The Outlaw" Morris Bass sits on his back porch, watching the scene unfold. With his brown hound dog lying at his feet, Bass just looks off in the distance, as the clouds continue to darken.) "Bet you weren't expecting me to show up in SPW, now were ya?" (Bass pauses momentarily to chuckle, while keeping his focus on the impending storm ahead.) "You're probably wondering to yourself, why the hell........is Morris Bass in SPW??? And where the HELL has The Outlaw been???" (Bass slowly nods his head, as a loud clap of thunder suddenly explodes. The loud burst brings the dog to all fours, as he begins to bark at the storm.) "It's okay Crash. It ain't gonna bite you." (A few seconds later, a second clap of thunder explodes, as Crash suddenly takes off running towards the fence line, barking louder at the storm. As fast as he possibly can, despite his old age, Bass rises up from his rocking chair and stands at the edge of the steps.) "DAMMIT CRASH!!!!! GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THIS PORCH!" (The trusty canine friend realizes that his master is no longer in a pleasant mood, as he instantly dashes back onto the porch. Once all four feet touch the porch, Bass opens the screen door and makes a motion with his hand for Crash to go back in the house.) "You damn retard. You'd try to fucking bite a damn 18 Wheeler if it'd stop long enough." (Once the dog is safely inside the house, Bass slams the screen door behind him and sits back down in his rocking chair.) "Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I remember. Where the hell have I been. The last time I was in a wrestling ring was February 2007. And on that night, I found myself ONCE AGAIN buried alive somewhere inside a Las Vegas graveyard, thanks to that constant thorn up my ass named Travis LaGrange." (For those of you that are familiar with the history of the fed that was WILD, you already know the sick and sadistic history between the two men. To say that both men hate each other's guts could possibly be the understatement of the decade in the world of professional wrestling.) "And when I was once again buried underneath all that dirt and clay, gasping for breath.......an epiphony hit me..........At THAT point, I realized that this business that I had busted my ASS for ever since 1986, I wasn't enjoying it anymore." (Bass pauses and shrugs his shoulders.) "It didn't thrill me. It wasn't my passion anymore.. My HEART wasn't in it anymore. At THAT moment, I realized I didn't have it anymore." (Bass reaches to his side and takes a sip out of his glass of iced tea before continuing.) "So once I dug myself out of that shallow grave for the second time, I came back here and I just SAT here.....in this EXACT same rocking chair, just looking off in the distance.........watching what was left of my career blow away in the dust, like many other careers for mine. At 36 years of age, I had to try to deal with the ONE constant in this business that all the boys and the girls in that locker room is gonna have to face one day.......Retirement. I tried all sorts of hobbies, I tried to accept the fact and the reality that the days of Morris Bass dominating his opponents in the ring, was over. I TRIED to accept that fact that Maurice Daniel Bass, Jr. was gonna have to accept the fact that from that point on in my life, I was gonna have to wake up EVERY morning with nagging aches and pains in my back and my knees, and start every day with a morning prayer, just asking God that a couple Aleve every morning would temporarily ease all my pain." (Bass points to himself.) "But the fact of the matter was that it didn't matter HOW many Aleve I took, it still wouldn't calm the feeling I had in my gut. For after two years of being on the sidelines, I was getting hungry again. I had a gnawing in my stomach that no hunk of cow's ass could fill. I had a fire burning in me, that no stiff drink or hooker could quench. I found my passion and I found my fire once again." (Bass stops rocking for a mere moment, as another clasp of thunder rattles in the background.) "Three weeks ago, AJ Black calls me out of the blue, and asks me what would it take for me to come out of hiding and sign with SPW????" (The camera zooms in on Bass's face.) "I told him he could name his price BUT (holds up his left index finger), if I did sign, I got to decide where, how AND when I make my SPW wrestling debut. And I want to make it at Ringu Faia. So for the boys in the back, let me give you a fair warning. I may not be as young and fast as I once was, but by God I still have a trick or two up my damn sleeve. Things are gonna be different this time around with me. I'm not going to be anyone's lackey here in SPW. It's gonna be all about ME! If you don't willingly move out of my way, I will make DAMN sure you stay the HELL out of my way! Come Hell or High Water, before I FINALLY hang up the wrestling boots for good, I WILL win the ONE accolade that my career is missing........the SPW World Heavyweight Championship. And there's not a GOD DAMNED thing that ANYBODY can do to stop me. Ringu Faia is the beginning of my destiny and my destiny will ONE DAY be fulfilled. The new era of domination has arrived here in SPW and just like the past, his name is Morris FUCKING Bass!" (Bass chuckles with somewhat of an evil intent.) "And there's DEFINITELY not anyone in THAT locker room that can stop me..... ....not even Sammy Knight." (What!?!? No mention at all of his Ringu Faia opponent, "Bonecrusher" Barry Baldwin?) "At Ringu Faia, my opponent will be offered as the sacrificial lamb for my destiny. And I will enjoy the spoils of mine enemy.........and I will do it........slowly." (Bass delivers his trademarked psychotic laughter, as the scene fades to black.) ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / BARRY BALDWIN / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [We cut to the backstage area of the Tokyo Dome to find Toxic Shock standing next to BARRY "THE BONECRUSHER" BALDWIN (and for those of you who are not aware of Baldwin, he is a caucasian male in his mid-forties with long black hair and a scruffy facial hair to match wearing long brown tights with "Bonecrusher" written down the side of both legs in white font. His ensemble is completed with white kneepads and white wrestling boots.] TS: Ladies and gentlemen... I'm standing here with the one and only Barry "The Bonecrusher" Baldwin who in a short while will be facing "The Outlaw" Morris Bass. Now my first question is this -- do you prefer Barry or "Bonecrusher?" Baldwin: Either is fine. TS: Alrighty then, Barry. So how ya feeling tonight? Baldwin: How do I feel? Hmm... that's a very good question. Let me ask you something, Toxic Shock. How did *YOU* feel your first night working for a big company like WILD or SPW? I bet you wanted to vomit any chance you got. Am I right? [Toxic Shock looks at Baldwin and after a moment of hesitation, he nods.] Baldwin: So you can only imagine how *I* am feeling right now. It's a pretty daunting feeling being here in Japan. After all I spent my entire career in this sport working back in the States and yet here I am now inside the Tokyo Eggdome, about to wrestle in front of twenty some odd THOUSAND screaming fans. So you can only imagine the anxiety running through my head at this very moment not to mention the knots I got tangling in my stomach. TS: I see. And what are your thoughts on your opponent tonight -- "The Outlaw" Morris Bass? [Barry Baldwin turns to look right into the camera.] Baldwin: Morris Bass... I said it all before so I won't repeat myself too much. You and I are no spring chickens when it comes to this business. We've both worked our way up the ladder and wrestled for some great promotions; you just happen to have the better luck in terms of bookings. But NOW.... now we're both here in SPW and the playing field is even. We both know that the powers-that-be will be watching this match and scrutinizing our every move in their decision-making process on how to further promote our respective careers within their company. A company that I have wanted to work within the confines of for a VERY... VERY LONG TIME. Hell, I've waited ten years and put up with a lot of crap to get to this point... those responsible know who they are. But in a few short minutes, that's all about to change and no two bit Texan is going to stand in my way. So, "Outlaw"... my only advice to you is this... (dramatic pause) Get ready to be crushed. [Barry Baldwin walks out of frame.] TS: There you have it, folks. Barry "The Bonecrusher" Baldwin versus "The Outlaw" Morris Bass.... coming up next. [We hear a retching vomit noise off-screen and we cut back to ringside] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | MORRIS BASS vs THE BONECRUSHER | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| Stone: The following contest is our OTC Main Event... scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.... Introducing first... [The lights go down and "Lose Yourself" by Eminem begins to play over the PA system.] "Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted - One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?" [The lights come up and out from the backstage steps Barry "The Bonecrusher" Baldwin - a caucasian male in his mid-forties with long black hair and some scruffy facial hair to match. Baldwin is wearing long brown tights with the word "BONECRUSHER" written down the side of both legs in white font, white kneepads, and white boots.] ***SMALL FACE POP (from the Americans) and audible clapping from the native Japanese fans.*** "His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up over, blaw!" ["The Bonecrusher" begins to walk down the aisle and slaps hands with fans along both sides. As he passes the camera, we see on the back of this tights is the image of a white fractured bone.] "Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Easy, no He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stagnant that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This this whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him" [By this point, "The Bonecrusher" is at ringside and climbs up on the apron to enter inside the ring.] "You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo" [The music fades as ring announcer Steve Stone lifts his cards up] Stone: IN THE RING AT THIS TIME... HE HAILS FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK... AND WEIGHS IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE POUNDS... BARRY "THE BONECRUSHER" BALDDDDWINNNNNN!!!! ["The Bonecrusher" steps out from his corner and raises a hand in the air as the crowd pops some more.] Stone: And his opponent... [The arena suddenly darkens, as the sounds of a lonely gong echo throughout the arena. The gong echoes a second time. And a third. Suddenly, the sounds of a guitar emerge, revealing itself as AC/DC's "Hells Bells", and an orange spotlight shines eerily upon the stage. The song's tempo drastically increases as the fans sit on the edge of their seats in anticipation.] "I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain I'm comin' on like a hurricane My lightning's flashing across the sky You're only young but you're gonna die" [From out of the back walks none other than the six foot nine "Outlaw" Morris Bass! The audience jeers on sight as the giant man stands in a black leather vest and faded blue jeans, black wrestling boots underneath. He stares out across the arena with an angry glare, bitter as he points at all the fans telling them exactly what's about to happen. The crowd is booing him on all sides as Morris throws back his head and laughs, fixing the tape on his wrists, enjoying the negative reaction.] "I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives Nobody's putting up a fight I got my bell, i'm gonna take you to hell I'm gonna get you, satan get you" [Bass looks out among the crowd, as the lights in the arena slowly come back to life. "O U T L A W" flashes across the Shootfire Screens followed by video of Morris powerbombing some hapless opponent, Morris striking out with the big boot to run somebody over, Morris sneering in closeup on the screen as water drips down his face. Returning his attention back to the ring, a confident Bass raises his gloved right fist in the air, as multi-colored pyro explodes behind him!] ***BOOM!!!!! BOOM!!!!!*** ***BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!!!*** ***BOOM!!!! BOOM!!!!!** "Hell's bells! Yeah, hell's bells You got me ringing hell's bells My temperature's high, hell's bells" [Bass reaches ringside, and grabs the top rope. With the top rope in his left hand, he steps up on the ring apron with his right foot, until he's firmly standing on the apron, then climbs over the top rope and into the ring. Bass stands in the middle of the ring and once again, looks out into the audience with a cocky grin on his face.] "I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine If you're into evil you're a friend of mine See my white light flashing as i split the night 'cause if good's on the left, then i'm stickin' to the right" Stone: FROM EL PASO TEXAS, STANDING SIX FOOT NINE AND WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS, HE IS... THE OUTLAW!!! MORRRRRRRISS!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS!!!! [MORE JEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Welcome back folks to our next match here on the Ringu Faia pre-show. As you can see, it's going to be an interesting contest as we see the old-schooler Barry "The Bonecrusher" Baldwin looking to make a second go in professional wrestling after a lengthy hiatus. Sean: That's right. And standing across the ring from him is a visible veteran in his own right; "The Outlaw" Morris Bass who is extremely decorated and looks to add the SPW World title to his trophy case before he retires from this sport. ***DING! DING! DING!*** Jack: There's the opening bell and both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie- up. Bass with a kick to the midsection of Baldwin and tries for a Gorilla press slam... Sean: But Barry Baldwin able to cut him off with a rake of the eyes. And already we've got a small chant going for The Bonecrusher. Jim: Despite being out of the limelight for several years, Barry Baldwin is still a recognized face overseas so he couldn't have asked for a better place to make his return than here in Tokyo, Japan. Sean: Baldwin with a right hand shot on Bass and follows up with a second blow. Jim: Don't expect to see alot of fancy flips and complicated holds from either of these two. If anyone can take this match and turn it into an old-school brawl, it would be Barry Baldwin and Morris Bass for sure. Jack: Well Bass certainly doing a good job of getting under the crowd's skin as he throws a series of chops across the chest of Barry Baldwin. Sean: Yes but Baldwin battling right back with those lefts and rights. Around back goes Baldwin looking for a sleeperhold! Jack: But Morris Bass able to reverse and takes Baldwin down with a quick back suplex. The cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: The Bonecrusher with the quick kickout but Bass stays on top and pulls Baldwin to his feet. Looks to be going for a shoulderbreaker... Sean: But Barry Baldwin hits an elbowsmash to stop Bass in his tracks. Baldwin back on his feet and sends Morris Bass into the ropes with an Irish whip. Jack: And catches Bass on the rebound with a side suplex. The cover now... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: Morris Bass able to get the shoulder up. Barry Baldwin on his feet once again and runs into the ropes. Back he comes and nails Morris Bass with a clothesline. [We hear a round of applause from the fans.] Sean: Baldwin has a hold of Morris Bass and pulls him to his feet. Headbutt shot hits the mark and now Bass is a bit stunned as Barry Baldwin runs into the ropes. Jack: Here comes Barry Baldwin... BEAUTIFUL FLYING CLOTHESLINE TAKES DOWN THE OUTLAW!! Baldwin with the cover... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOULDER UP! Sean: Morris Bass still in this one and once again, the Japanese fans showing their appreciation with a round of applause while the Americans starting up a small yet audible "Bonecrusher" chant. Jack: Baldwin pulls Morris Bass up and whips him into the nearby corner... NO! REVERSAL BY BASS AND BALDWIN CRASHES HARD INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!! Jim: Morris Bass runs right behind and nails Barry Baldwin with an elbow to the head. Now Baldwin being placed up on the top turnbuckle. Jack: Looks to me like Morris Bass is going for a top-rope suplex... Bass up top as well... AND JUST DRIVES BARRY BALDWIN BACK-FIRST INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE SUPERPLEX! [Boos!] Sean: The fans not impressed with Bass being on the offensive but he doesn't seem to care as he continues to punish Barry Baldwin with a legdrop. Jack: Bass brings Baldwin to his feet and goes for a forearm smash... BLOCK BY BALDWIN WHO HITS A KNEELIFT INSTEAD! Jack: And now things going south as Barry Baldwin throws Morris Bass to the outside and climbs out as well. Sean: Baldwin grabs Bass' head and hits a headbutt. Bass with the no-sell and throws a right cross at the face of Barry Baldwin. Jim: The referee initiating the ten count! Ref: TWO! Sean Baldwin shrugs off the shot and throws Bass back into the ring. Follows him back inside and once again, we have ourselves a back and forth contest in the center of the ring. Jack: Both men just trading shots as Baldwin throws a kick only to have it answered by a chop to the chest from Bass. Sean: This crowd slowly starting to get behind Barry Baldwin as he throws a shot at Bass who ducks under and takes Baldwin down with a side suplex. Jack: Morris Bass keeps his grip on Baldwin and both men back to their feet. Vertical suplex attempt from Bass thwarted as Baldwin with the block. Sean: Barry Baldwin has Morris Bass in a side headlock... goes for a running bulldog... NO! Morris Bass doesn't budge an inch. Baldwin keeps that headlock cinched in and Bass able to back suplex him OVER THE TOP ROPE! Jack: Baldwin out on the ringside floor and here comes Morris Bass to the outside. Vertical suplex from Bass and this time it hits the mark. Ref: ONE! Jim: Spinebuster slam and Barry Baldwin is in a world of trouble at the moment as he gets thrown into the steel guardrail! You know this guy is all about bringing the fight, that's what we like to see in Shootfire Pro! Ref: TWO! Sean: Brawling on the outside is right out of Morris Bass' textbook so you have to wonder how long Barry Baldwin can withstand this punishment before he can bring the action back inside. Jim: Good question but at the moment, Bass is just toying with Baldwin who is laid out against the ringsteps, no thanks to Bass himself. Jack: Bass now going for the shoulderbreaker... OH MY! BARRY BALDWIN SLIDES DOWN HIS BACK AND NAILS A SNAP SUPLEX! Sean: A SECOND SNAP SUPLEX FROM THE BONECRUSHER AND THESE FANS ARE LOVING THE COMEBACK! Ref: THREE! Jim: A taste of his own medicine as Baldwin whips Morris Bass into the steel guardrail before throwing him back into the ring. Jack: Baldwin climbs back in and tries for a DDT... Bass with the block. Irish whip attempt from Morris Bass but Barry Baldwin with the reversal. Sean: FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM THE BONECRUSHER! AND MORRIS BASS JUST STARES AT HIM, NOT AFFECTED AT ALL! Jack: Baldwin grabs Bass for a swinging neckbreaker... Bass doesn't budge and just tosses Baldwin down for his troubles. Sean: Bass grabs Baldwin and pulls him into a bearhug. The Bonecrusher looking a bit worse for wear but still trying to hold out against the monstrous Outlaw. Jim: The fans chanting for Barry Baldwin who saves himself with a rake of the eyes to stun Morris Bass! Sean: AND THERE'S THE SWINGING NECKBREAKER FROM THE BONECRUSHER! Jack: No cover by Baldwin who pulls Morris Bass to his feet. Kick to the midsection and a short clothesline takes both men over the top rope and down to the ringside floor below. Sean: The Bonecrusher should know better than to be out here after what Morris Bass did to him earlier. Both men back to their feet and Baldwin tries for a snap suplex... Morris Bass only stares at him and just SHOVES him into the steel guardrail. Jack: Barry Baldwin is no spring chicken so those shots to the back and head are going to most certainly take a toll on him much quicker than say a younger competitor. Sean: Right you are and that seems to be Morris Bass' strategy as he throws Baldwin back into the ring. Bass not climbing in just yet as he looks underneath the ring... AND PULLS OUT A WOODEN TABLE! Jack: Bass slides the table into the ring and drops it to the side. Falling knee lands on the midsection of Barry Baldwin and the fans at ringside are badmouthing The Outlaw. Jim: This is NOT a no disqualification match! Barry Baldwin hurting and I know That The Outlaw came here to win his match, to make a statement, but does he really want to do this!? Jack: Bass setting up the table! And Barry down and hurting, Bass has that table set up the Referee, Ref saying no! Referee in his face- MORRIS JUST SHOVED DOWN OUR REFEREE!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AWWW SUCK IT BITCHES!! Sean: Bass dragging Baldwin up- and RIPS HIM INTO THE AIR!! NO! COME ON!! ****CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHH!!!!!!***** Sean: POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! *DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!!* Jack: MORRIS BASS JUST WRECKED BARRY BALDWIN WITH A POWERBOMB THROUGH A TABLE! [Baldwin is laid out unconscious as the fans scream out across the Tokyo Dome! Morris Bass raises his huge arms to the sky, roaring out in violent shouting, the audience booing back as The Outlaw swings around, staring the crowd down! The fans are jeering as Bass smiles, and changing gears, reaches down to grab the man's head and hauling him up- rips him into the air and throws him as hard as he can with a second powerbomb!!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH COME ON WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? BONECRUSHER HURTING!! Jack: HE IS NEAR DEATH! MORRIS BASS USING HIM TO MAKE A STATEMENT IN SPW! [Bass stands glaring- and then smiles! Turning his head, he strides stepping over Baldwin and reaching the ropes, steps right over the top on his way down to the floor. The Outlaw makes his way from ringside, heading up the aisle as the fans are sure to boo him as he goes] Jack: And with that "The Outlaw" Morris Bass decimates Barry Baldwin but Baldwin opened his SPW career with a DQ win. I cannot say that this is the end of this confrontation but for now, Bass the man walking upright while here comes Jimmy Graves and the paramedics to assist Bonecrusher. Talk about a statement, Bass just put Baldwin down and these fans hate him for it. With that we go to Team EGO! Ringu Faia OTC continues on we will see you at the pay per view!! ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / World Tag Team Champions / / / TEAM EGO / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [The camera closes into a living room area where the goofy Shane Diamond is sweating to the oldies. Yes, to Richard Simmons. Yes, he has lost it. Diamond is doing his warm-up in front of a huge screen television that shows Richard Simmons with a bunch of old people sweatin' to the oldies! Diamond, following along with the moves, is wearing a pair of workout shorts and a sweatband on his head. While he looks dumb, he doesn't seem to care as the camera closes in on him.] SD: I'm warming up! I am getting ready! Getting ready I tell you! [Diamond begins jogging in place as Miss Jasmine enters the room and sees Diamond sweatin' to the oldies. She shakes her head and stands at him, glaring. Jasmine wears jeans and a black sweater.] MJ: What are you getting ready to do, Shane? SD: To kick some ass! KICK SOME DEADBEAT ASS! [He stops jogging and laughs insanely before staring into the camera.] SD: We've been partying and now the party is still going to continue because the Extremely Great Ones like it that way and want it that way! That's why! [Diamond nods, grinning like a goon. Jasmine moves in front of the television and crosses her arms over her chest.] MJ: You're going to retain the tag team titles while I team with two women I do not know. Two women I do not want to know. Two women... I would and could destroy at any other time. [Diamond becomes annoyed as Jasmine stands in front of the television. She knows this and continues.] MJ: What do you think I should do about this situation, Shane? SD: Kill 'em! Screw 'em! Better yet... throw 'em in a river and let 'em rot! Now move, baby, I'm missing Rich Simmons daddy! [Jasmine laughs and leaves the room, leaving Shane to tend to his business. Shane begins doing the old school YMCA dance as he laughs out loud. He does it a few times before staring into the camera once again.] SD: Deadbeats, there is no doubt... no _damn_ doubt in my mind we are the best tag team around and we are going to show you that! SHOW YOU THAT SOON! We're the greatest because Richard Simmons said so! Because he's a pimp... because we're pimps! OC: WHAT THE SAM HILL ARE YOU DOING!?! [Cage is mortified, and the Spencer Pratt goatee nearly falls off his face. Standing there in shock, his eyes boggling, Owen pictures how he'll get excuse this lame ass idiocy on his twitter page... this is not Extremely Great] OC: Did you get a concussion or something!? I hear trauma makes for insanity, or to put it like my mentor used to say, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FOOL MIND SON!? [Diamond continues to jog in place.] SD: Can't lose momentum... can't lose it. Must feel the burn! Must feel the burn! OC: Sweatin to the Oldies!? REALLY? That wasn't even cool when it came out!! And now at the height of our careers, in the prime of our young lives, at the apex of the eve of Ringu FAIA you suck all the cool points away from Team EGO and ruin our swagger! [Diamond, still jogging but now slowing down, stares at Cage.] OC: THINK MAN! THE SWAGGER! IT'S ALL ABOUT THE SWAGGER! [Owen Cage sits down with his head in his hands, talking to himself to calm down.] OC: It's okay only fifty billion people will see this, no problems, no stress, it's okay, my tag team partner is a pathetic crazy person. He's still better than Spooky Doom, at least he doesn't wear a mask or think Mexicans ar cool, get a grip... Shane.. Shaney Shane Shane. Please. Please tell me you're not some lame ass geek because I need this like I need another Serena Black on my ass. Oh god Serena. Shane. Shane. [Owen walks over very fast, placing both hands on Diamond's shoulders, trying his BEST to ignore the fluffy headband. He smiles, then stops, takes a deep breath, then grits his teeth, and speaks like one would to a retarded person they didn't like so much.] OC: Shane, this is mindgames... right? Lulling the opposition into a false sense of security, tricking them all into thinking we've lost our edge? Because you do know short of inviting my Mom to Tokyo to teach us all about sex by pulling a condom over a wine bottle, this is the most embarassing thing I can think of HAVE YOU GONE MENTAL!! SD: [quitting jogging in place, he looks at Cage and laughs] Mental? I've been mental since day one, Cage! I'm mental because I hooked up with you! I'm mental because I won the tag titles with a man... a man named Owen! [he laughs again] I'm mental... because I'm _actually_ a Richard Simmons fan, my man. OC: ....THIS RANKS UP THERE WITH ME LOSING MY PADDINGTON BEAR IN THE PUBLIC LIBRARY AND THEY ANNOUNCED THEY FOUND IT OVER THE LOUDSPEAKER! SD: What's so wrong about that? OC: I WAS 12!!! [Cage goes to his gym bag and pulls out his bottle of Green T-XTREME and shakes his head as he looks off to the distance] OC: Man, you don't understand. Now Spooky Doom is a lucky son of a bitch he's got Serena pulling rank to get him title matches he doesn't deserve, when he assaults me at Road to Ringu Faia FOR NO GOOD REASON and NOW, Now you do know what's at stake? SD: Titles? Championships? OC: PRODUCT ENDORSEMENTS! [Owen takes a huge sip of his GREEN T-EXTREME..] OC: Ahhhhhhhh. *smiles at the camera* Now looky here Shane. I don't know how they did it in wherever the hell you're from but here in SPW it's all about being a celebrity, it's all about living the life of a major mega rockstar it's all about being something that those people who pay money to see us AREN'T. And you gotta understand to go out there, to put it all on the line is to live the dream. This? This isn't a dream it's a nightmare! Don't you see we're not going to win the World Tag Team Titles over 15 of the best teams in the game today because of self-worth, hard work or inner pride! No! It's because we have an IMAGE to upkeep. And the only popular pop culture I want to remember from that decades is the phrase uttered by the late great Andre Agassi- IMAGE IS EVERYTHING. Everything. And right now you're blinding the fans' image! See they're stupid Shane, They're idiots, you dangle the shiny shiny world tag team titles in front of their faces and like babies with keys they follow you and they do what you want them to, they think what you want them to think. When I say BUY GREEN T-EXTREME *smile to the camera* OC: The morons do it because we are better than them. They look at you and me, see chiseled bodies, golden tans, gorgeous hair, stunning wrestling moves and they will eat, sleep and beg to be just like us. But where our genes made us gods to these imbecile losers- we have to keep up with the mythology. That's why I get the colon detox every three days even though it dehydrates my system, that's why I take the prescriptions I do to keep the sanity of a grueling constant life on the road if the building wasn't named the Tokyo Dome I wouldn't even know where I was! And that's why beyond all everything else- we are the best because being the best is what we do. It's all we are, it's all we can be. SO PLEASE. Please. Stop giving ammo to the one Spooky Doom fan still left and get on your game. Because Colt Montana will mop the canvas with your ass if you go out there and fly anything less than stellar in our tag team match. SD: Colt Montana! COLT MONTANA! He won't do anything... my amigo! Haha! Get it, my amigo? [Cage does not look convinced, still looking determined.] SD: OK, ok, I'm getting serious here, Cage. We know we're the best and we can see hit all day and spout it off to each other! I'll tell you that your muscles look great and you tell me what a handsome devil I am. Ready? SET! GO! [Diamond stares at Cage, his fluffy headband really making him look like a moron. Cage shakes his head.] OC: And as far as Serena goes, I will not. I will not. I WILL NOT LOSE MY TITLES TO HER TEAM! I'd rather die Shane, you hear me? DIE I SAY. I will do everything it takes and if I have to rip your chest open, stick my hands in and pull the lame out myself I will do so don't think for a second I won't. And as far as Serena is concerned, you tell that wife of yours to break her freakin neck if she gets in our way. SD: Jasmine would KILL that bitch! She'd be on the ground in less than a nano- fuckin'-second, dude! But hey... do you realize, my main man, my amigo... that your emotions are taking over? Do you realize this, Cage? DO YOU? DO YOU REALIZE... you're acting like a _WOMAN_? OC: Bwaw? Emotional? My emotions are under control. Yeah so I was in love with her okay. But you know what she found out Shane? What you need to understand right now? Is that no matter how much part of me loves her with all my heart and soul you know what I love even more and always... always will? ME. And you thought Team EGO was a nice catchy T-Shirt. I love myself more than anyone and even if she is the CEO's daughter I will break every bone in her body if it makes my career. No. I am Owen Cage. I am a winner. I am a Champion. I am a celebrity and I have obligations to the brand that is Owen Cage, to the sponsors, to the demographics and to the almighty dollar that keeps me in the life I've grown accustomed to living. So please. Please I beg of you. Get your head in the game, and walk out there through that curtain with me and let's do the damn thing, let's prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that this fed's real main eventers are the guys too good to Not steal the damn show. Let's show em that Shane Diamond and Owen Cage are the best, EVER. You got that!? WHO'S THE BADDEST, WHO'S THE HOTTEST, WHO'S THE COOLEST MOTHAFUCKERS IN THE LAND!?! SD: TEEEEAAAAAAAAAAM! OC: EEEEEEEEEEEGGGGGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! [Diamond cackles.] OC: Ha ha, alright man, alright, you go tell Jasmine the plan and let's get ready to kick some Deadbeat Ass! BOOYAAAAH!!! [Once Diamond is gone, Owen Cage looks around... and then rushes to his gym bag, and reaching inside pulls out an old decrepit Paddington Bear!] OC: ...Alright wish me luck Paddington, you know you're my inspiration. [Cage kisses the bear's forehead and gently places him back inside. Smashing a fist into his palm, Owen nods with a huge, satisfied smile. His eyes burn as he visualizes destroying Spooky Doom all over Tokyo, Japan.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / THE DEADBEATS / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ SPOOKY DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! [The sound is deafening. The wrestler is somewhat embarrassed at the disturbance he causes inside the airport. Small wonder: few other SPW superstars can match the Japanese presence of the Grim Avenger of Lucha Libre.] Doom: And me who thought the Phanto mask would throw them off somewhat! [Somebody must've leaked the Spooky Doom's flight plans for his arrival in Tokyo because he sure as hell ain't alone! Well obviously he's not alone: there's Serena Black standing right besides him, managing the Undead Superstar's business. Trying not to stand out inthe crowded airport isn't an option for the beautiful lady in the tailored Tristan & America outfit, Prada shoes and wearing her jewels from her visit to India; the SPW manager finding herself astonished by the reaction from the normally demure Japanese wrestling fans.] Colt: Hola Amigos! It is I Colt Montana alongside Spooky The Doom, y the beautiful beauty Serena Black, we are the Deadbeats and si yes I know it's true, we are here to Tokyo to become the New World Tag Team Champions!! [That's Colt Montana bringing up the rear: big six foot tall hombre in a more Western suit and cowboy hat, wearing a relatively new silver and black skull-patterned mask to help build-up the team of the Deadbeats. Amidst the embarrasement, Spooky Doom notices a few Japanese sports reporters from the corner of his eye and can't help but smile at his own fame. He decides to take the bull by the horns (if yoo wee-yul), walking up to the journalists and striking up a conversation. Serena Black soon takes over, serving the press with multiple prepared statements as Doom and Montana sign a few autographs while waiting. Things LOOK good for a while, until Serena finds herself increasingly overwhelmed by the situation.] Serena: You say we're pulling rank to obtain a shot for the tag titles??? You're questioning our qualifications, Spooky Doom's Japanese pro-wrestling experience?? Let's see; Mother of All Tournaments tour in '07 for the ICWF, Spirits's Glory tournament for NJWF and Spooky's time in Hardkore Japan where he captured the Japanese Regional title in his very first appearence!! That bastard Owen Cage... I mean, Team Ego hasn't got anything even close to what Spooky's has in Japanese successes- Doom: They know that already, Serena. These guys don't impress easy. Colt: Well Colt Montana he once had all the Pokemon AND YUGIOH cards! All of them. Except blue eyes white dragon but he got that on the Craig's list! Serena: You have got be kidding me, that's your Japanese experience? Colt (beaming with pride): Well excuuuuuuuu-use me, princess; but I don't see you with rare Egyptian God cards! [Spooky Doom notices Serena's distress and cuts in, seperating himself from his admirers as he approaches into close-up range amidst the numerous cameras and proceeds to answer the press directly.] Doom: You guys got your writing pads ready? Because the Deadkid is gonna drop a bomb on ya'all... But first, do any of you understand English? I had a translator during my tours so I didn't really get to learn the language much. [Not looking good. The reporters agree to complete the rest of this interview in English... Not without some continued embarrassment from Serena Black. Now the stage is set: one unilingual (actually Spanish/English bilingual) lil' Grim Reaper thingy and his "some would call him him a comedy character" cohort, both representing the luchalibre style of wrestling, justifying their presence to the most fanatical wrestling crowd in the world!] Doom: People tend to forget that the ol' Spookster here is a former WORLD champion; but more importantly, they forget how I came to gain such an amazing title. Lemme tell you: you don't get to rule the wrestling world by looking down on everyone else, bad mouthing all of their efforts until you become king of the shitpile. You go one step ABOVE, approaching all battles as a champion-born, wrestling every match as if you were facing Death itself, putting all your efforts towards achieving victory... Because what we fight for IS important; people don't fight for unimportant things!!! Now I am not a tag wrestler, but I am a champion right down to my SOUL: that means at Ringu Faia, the Spooky Doom is going all out to defeat Owen Cage and Shane Diamond. Press: Good point: Mr. Montana, how DO you rate your tag team with Spooky, considering you've only managed to wrestle exactly ONCE with him? Colt: Ah ha ha. Amigos let me answer that by speaking more clearer. By removing my face mask. [Colt goes to pull his mask up- then stops!] Colt: Ah HAHAHA Sucker you are! Reporters you have to know that Colt Montana, he wears this mask as a symbol of tradition to the proud wrestling heritage fought by his four fathers and four mothers. This mask is honor, it is pride, it is the lifeblood of all that is good and true in wrestling, like the blood that flows inside his veins. Now Spooky Doom you say what you will about him and you shall but know this first. This is a blood brother like no other, and his talent in the ring is only trumped by the noble, honest and good respect and passion for this business that Colt shares beating in his heart too. So yes while we only tagged the one time from that day forward Colt Montana, he knew that Spooky The Doom is a Grim Reaper-like thingy he can trust with his career, y his life in that ring and that is why I go against Owen Cage and Shane Diamond without blinking an eye or doubting this man for uno momento! [Spooky Doom and Colt Montana shake hands in front of the press, allowing the cameras an excellent photo opportunity of the Deadbeats. Serena looks on, with admittedly more then a bit of pride showing as she steps up and takes charge of the interview.] Serena: These guys didn't get where they are by accident. Spooky wasn't lying about taking the effort to succeed in every one of his achievements: he didn't fail in any of his Fusion title qualifiers and he was the only one amongst the pairing of single stars to approach the tag tournament as a fully-fledged tag team, with a team name and everything! Doom: Sorry Sammy, but I told you that you should've advertised that "Cali Connect Gang" name better before the tourny. People knew who we were even before Off The Chain came out! Serena: Colt? Colt Montana has his own style, but he didn't back down from Fighters U and he sure as Hell didn't back down from Owen Cage when he was spoiling for a fight!! People love to put down Colt as the comedy wrestler of SPW, until he get's into the ring and reminds them why he's a former tag team champion himself! Colt: You see I like the funny stuff y this world so, so how do you say, stressed the F out. I believe that's what they say on the CNBC yes? So Colt... he like to joke around and have good time yes so that's true.But, being in the game for over 15 years since I was little nino isn't something just anyone can do. I love my life amigos. I truly love my life, every single day on this blessed earth, to see all these great countries and meet these incredible fans like those here today coming to meet me. And I want to extend my love of life y wrestling and there is no better wayto do this than becoming your SPW World Tag Team Champione's and if and when the Deadbeats do take our titles then it will be the greatest joy of my entire career y life to hold and defend these titles with honor and pride. Doom: Only idiots and the irrelevant fail to understand my contribution to pro-wrestling. You don't look down on my triumphs and start saying that the whole world is looking over you!! Colt is right: to be the champion, true to the name... You have to put the effort in every one of your battles, exceeding yourself over and over again. Real easy to revel in the glory of the past, but all you're doing is hiding away from those fighting in the now!!! The Deadbeats have combined their forces, and they're putting a stop to your constant fucking bullshit!! You want love? You want everyone to remember you? You NEED to be told that people appreciate everything that you do??? TOUGH LUCK: BECAUSE IT DON'T MATTER IF YOU'RE IN OVER YOU'RE HEAD, CUZ OUR BUSINESS HERE IS TO RESSURECT THE DEAD!!! [Team pose: Spooky with the kneeling double devil horns, Serena kneeling besides him with index fingers pointing to both members of Deadbeats as Colt Montana stands behind them, big arms crossed before his chest!! Huge (but all so typical) WOAAAAAH reaction not only from the reporters present, but from the rather large crowd gathered to see what all the hubbub was about as well!! The camera pans out: a trio posing in front of a sea of a people inside an airport, heroes standing before their destiny... Fade out.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / EL REY FUTURO / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ #Tradition# [Our visual opens to inside of a arena, we can slightly distinguish a chant in Japanese, as two wrestlers compete inside the ring. After a few moments the picture fades to black.] #Purity# [The streaming gracefulness of Lake Masshu in the Hokkaido Prefecture is shown, a few people of the outdoor persuasion are floating along in kayaks. This is nature in its most beauty, after a few moment the picture fades again.] #Passion# [The picture fades in showing around a dozen or so men and women standing in a Tokyo Park, they are fluidly going through elegant martial arts stances and strikes. All have faces with focus laced with a sense of the peaceful nature of their movements. Again the clip fades out.] #Determination# [Fade back in to numerous clips of Japanese martial artists striking through various numbers of cinderblocks, some of the clips are in slow motion to see the determined looks on their faces as they break the blocks with their hands. The picture fades out, this time accompanied by the rhythmic playing of the Shakuhachi, a Japanese end-blowing flute. It plays for awhile until the voice returns.] #In A Country So PeacefulÉWhy Does It Harbor Those Who Thrive On Greed# [We can now make out the voice to belong to Paul Howard; famous voice actor. His words reign without emotion yet a certain strength is behind each word. Silent clips of Andrew Davis come over the screen, showing him walking towards the ring, his usual overbearingly cocky smile on his face. The sound of a camera flashing, with a visual effect of flash go off as the picture freezes.] #Bendecido Will Cleanse The Country Of Its SinnersÓ [The orchestra of, ÒBendecidoÓ plays as silent clips of Andrew Davis eating at fancy restaurants, partying at upscale clubs, and participating in other glamorous activities are shown. Again we see and hear the effects of a camera flashing, the picture freezes still.] #Bendecido Will Conquer The Greed With CharityÓ [El Rey Futuro appears on the screen posing with Japanese children for a picture, heÕs holding a little girl in his arms while a dozen more children surround him. They look enthused that Futuro is spending time with them, the camera effect freezes the picture once more.] #Even When Faced With The Ignorance Of Vainglory# [DeathKnell is shown at the announcers table during the following Conquest, we then switch to a clip of DeathKnell preaching his greatness to his Death Squad followers. The camera effect again repeats itself.] #He Will Conquer It With His Humble Nature# [Futuro is shown in a PMLL ring, he is shaking the hand of another masked Luchadore before a match. The audio turns on to hear an applause as the two begin to circle each other, the camera goes off just as they are about to lock up.] #Those Infected With The Scourge Of Wrath Have Made Their Way To Japan# [We fade into Victor Frost attacking Dan Broussard, other clips of frost viciously attacking people are shown. Finally, the clip of Andrew Davis destroying his locker room is shown. The camera flash goes off just as Davis kicks towards a couch.] #Futuro Will Know Just How To Extract It From The Lands# [We fade into Futuro soaring through the air before crashing into Shane Diamond with the Sujecion Del Futuro Splash, before cutting to Futuro soaring through the air again before drilling Pitchfork Krueger with the Sujecion Del Futuro Splash as well. Finally, the clip ends with Futuro driving Davis towards the match with the Super Bomb De Rey, just before they land the camera flash occurs.] #Even When The Sinful Sloths Decide To Rest# [The camera shows Andrew Davis sitting at the set of one of his movies with a grin on his face, then to a clip of DeathKnell sitting in one of his chairs smiling with the Death Squad around him. The camera flash repeats again.] #Futuro Trains Hard To Hone His Craft# [We fade into Futuro running with a tire strapped behind him, we then cut to Futuro with a barbell across his shoulders as he squats down. We then are shown Futuro training in the ring with a young looking wrestler.] #His Opponents Are So Envious Of Others They Look Past Him# [We fade into a plain room showing Andrew Davis, the audio cuts on briefly to hear Davis say, ÒI am tired of calling Sammy Knight out. He is clearly terrified of me and what I represent.Ó A picture of the SPW World Championship appears on the screen as a camera flashes.] #Futuro Looks Forward To Meeting His Opponents# [Clips of Andrew Davis, DeathKnell, and Victor Frost appear on the screen one at a time. A picture of the new SPW Fusion Championship appears on the screen as the camera flashes.] #El Rey Futuro Will Not Accept Defeat, He Will Not Allow His Force To Be Bent, He Will Only Be# [At an undistinguishable rate, pictures flash across the screen. The last portion can be made out to be of solely Futuro.] #Victorious# [A still of El Rey Futuro standing in the ring with a hand over his head appears as we hear a chant of, ÒFuturoÓ as the picture fades out. We sit in silence for a few moments until we hear the familiar voice of El Rey Futuro Spokesman, Pablo Villarreal.] Pablo: IÕm glad to be hear in Tokyo tonight, I will not be accepting any questionsÉEl Rey Futuro has asked me to read a statement from himÉ [The scene comes up, we see Pablo Villarreal standing behind a podium wearing a black suit with matching sunglasses. A few men in suits stand behind him, the audio picks up the scant noise of reporters in the crowd. Pablo is looking down at a notebook.] Pablo: The following is a quote from FuturoÉ Tonight, I will compete for the first time against DeathKnell and again against Andrew Davis. The stakes have been known for quite sometime, the winner will move on to face Victor Frost for the Fusion Championship. The day I debuted in SPW, Frost claimed that he would eventually put me on the injured list much like he did to Broussard. Tonight, I will give Frost that opportunity. Andrew Davis and DeathKnell will present a tough obstacle I plan on overcoming on my way to becoming the first ever Fusion Champion.. After our match, Andrew Davis proved himself to be nothing more than a spoiled brat. He does not deserve the Fusion Championship, he first needs to realize that he will not always have his way in this sport. This isnÕt like his movies, he canÕt stop a scene and re-shoot it if it isnÕt to his liking. DeathKnell, by his own right, also lives in a parallel universe with his group of impotent followers that have nothing else better to do than ride the curtails of a certifiable Schizophrenic. Due to his orders, I was not able to defeat Andrew Davis in the matter of my liking. Therefore, it will be most suiting to make sure he falls short on his goals to become Fusion Champion. Tonight, I will prove that El Rey Futuro is worth all of the hype and will not allow those greedy, dishonest, selfish, and boastful to defeat him. [Pablo clears his throat as he closes the notebook. He looks up out to the media.] Pablo: There you have it, Futuro is focused on his task at hand tonightÉThank you for your time. [Pablo takes the notebook, and walks away from the podium as reporters lob questions at him hoping he will decide to answer. The scene fades as Pablo walks out of sight.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / ANDREW DAVIS / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ (The Tokyo Dome. Over forty thousand seats. Empty. Waiting. For something. A man stands in the center of the nothingness. The quiet. Cut to the floor of the arena. Blank. Waiting to be imprinted upon. Andrew Davis stands in the center of the barrenness, dressed in a Dolce suit and golden tie. D&G sunglasses turn to the camera, face devoid of emotions.) Davis: The last time I competed here was in 2006. Ringu Faia. In the main event, I dropped the World Title to Larry Gionet and then stayed in Tokyo. ShootfireÕs management gave me a ton of money to be the face of Shootfire Puero, a short-lived experiment. Well, I discovered it wasnÕt really an experiment at all. It was an excuse. (Andrew looks around the Tokyo Dome, admiring the vastness, the bareness.) Davis: It takes a strong person to fail on a stage as grand as this. To lose at Ringu Faia, to lose in front of the whole world inside the Tokyo Dome, it takes a lot from any man. To a mere mortal, it might be enough to end a career. And thatÕs when I discovered what ShootfireÕs management expected. (Davis turns to the camera, deadly serious.) Davis: Did you think I wouldnÕt find out? Did you think that private investigators and corporate espionage are fictional devices that only exist in Grisham novels? Shootfire, I know what you did to me. You guaranteed that Larry Gionet would defeat me here, in front of the world at Ringu Faia, that I would lose my title and then you thought, you thought, that I would go home and lick my wounds. That I would wake up without the will and desire to compete and you would get away scot-free. But I didnÕt, did I? I came backstage immediately after the show and demanded a rematch, but you convinced me to stay in Tokyo. You had a backup plan, and it worked. I left, and Shootfire went on without me. That is, until you realized that you couldnÕt exist anymore without the ÒLightweight Legend.Ó You realized that Shootfire wasnÕt Shootfire without Andrew Davis in the mix. So you begged, and you pleaded, and you backed up a truck to my Malibu mansion filled with money and I agreed to come back. I hadnÕt realized that you had already attempted to end my career at that point. I was ignorant of those critically important facts. You fooled me once when I left, shame on you, then you fooled me twice when you begged me back. Shame on me. Shame on me for thinking that all was kosher between us. That I was coming back as a returning hero. And you ignored me. You denied me title shot after title shot, you held me down, you abused my friends, and you drove me to everything that IÕve become. (Andrew pauses.) Maybe I should thank you. Without you trying to destroy me, I would have never become ÒShootfireÕs Savior.Ó And now, back at Ringu Faia, that place where you first drew swords against me three years ago, you bury me in the midcard. You deny my quest for sainthood, my quest to become the very first Fusion Champion. And you deny my right to challenge for the World Championship. And now Henry Spikes and Gideon Cain sign new wrestlers, throwing money left and right to Bonecrusher and Morris Bass and others. Trying to find one, just one, who can replace me. They are spending millions upon millions to find an excuse to cut my contract, to send me on my merry way. I am the cause of this flood of talent. Because there is a hit on me. There is a contract on my career. I am a dead man walking. Why else would I be trapped in a match below my worth? Why else would DeathKnell be double booked on the same show and El Rey Futuro rewarded for being the right neanderthal at the right time? (Andrew stops to ponder the question. He walks toward the first row of seats, soon to be holding ravenous Shootfire fans from around the world. Like a cat, he leaps the barrier and sits in one of the seats, admiring the view.) Davis: At Ringu Faia, some lucky fan will sit in this seat. And he or she will watch as a miracle takes place. They will spend a small fortune for this seat, and it will be worth ever penny. Because they will get to see the enormous, unstoppable, unpinnable DeathKnell. They will see the Mexican sensation, Lucha Libre expert El Rey Futuro. This fan will watch those two walk to the ring, determined to win, determined to walk out of Ringu Faia the Fusion Champion. Remember how I talked about the disappointment of losing here? Once you lose on the grandest stage of them all, victory isnÕt an option. It is victory over all else. Losing is not allowed. And until youÕve lived that disappointment, you donÕt understand the desire to succeed. For all of DeathKnellÕs strength, and for FuturoÕs speed, they donÕt have what I have. Deep down inside, they want to win. I need it. ThatÕs why I am the Grand Slam Champion. I need it. IÕve always needed it. This fan will see it, just as all of you will. YouÕll watch and sense that the tide is turning. That Andrew Davis, the smallest man in the ring, canÕt be stopped. YouÕll feel it in the air. YouÕll see it on the television. And ShootfireÕs management has already felt the change. Why else would DeathKnell have interfered at last Conquest, if not to disrupt my journey? Why else would I be booked in a match that spits in the face of my past accomplishments? Why else would Sammy Knight send his California best buddy down to the ring to guarantee my failure? (Andrew stands up and leaps the barrier, landing back on the floor. He walks out to the center of the arena and looks at the camera, a sly grin appearing on his face. He snaps his fingers. The lights drop out of the arena, casting it into darkness. The camera shakes, looking for an exit sign or some light source. Another snap. A single bright white light appears, shining on Andrew. He smiles fully, from ear to ear, lights gleaming off his teeth.) Davis: Shootfire is approaching a renaissance. All of these new competitors jumping ship to be here, they can sense it. While management wants them to replace me, they all want to be me. Morris Bass, Bonecrusher, Gabriel Van Zahn, Steve Liermann, Jean Pierre Celine, Eddie Christian, Danny Nash, Frank Ewiak, they all want to be in Shootfire because for some reason or another, there is a voice in their head that says ÒYou canÕt miss what is going to happen. You have to be a part of Shootfire Pro.Ó A new day is dawning, but it isnÕt with Sammy Knight as World Champion. It isnÕt ÒHeartlessÓ Jakob Volga as World Champion. Everyone can feel that my quest is succeeding, that validation, my trip to the Hall of Fame is all but guaranteed. Andrew Davis, the ÒLightweight Legend,Ó the ÒHollywood Hero,Ó ShootfireÕs Savior,Ó is on the brink. The brink of rewriting history. Scholars look back at Ringu Faia 2006 and see the beginning of the fall of Shootfire, the end of the Davis Age. Scholars will look back at Ringu Faia 2009 and see the beginning of ShootfireÕs renaissance. A time when management no longer controls who holds the titles. A time when cowards like Sammy Knight are no longer rewarded for their lack of vision. A time when one man determined the future of the industry. That one man, he canÕt be stopped. Not by a monster from ÒParts Unknown,Ó who uses numbers and viking mythology to disguise the fact that he is pathetic. He is no scarier than a monster on ÒScooby Doo;Ó to remove the mask, to remove the bells and whistles, to remove the mascara-wearing entourage; he is no longer a monster but a man, a man who is not capable of defeating me. Not by a Mexican who barely survived our last encounter, who uses his mask the same way as DeathKnell. To reveal his face would be as Samson losing his hair. The world would see a child of twenty-three, a boy so green to the wrestling world that he refuses to speak, afraid to reveal that he has yet to venture through puberty. (Andrew snaps his fingers, the light turns gold. He slowly removes his sunglasses and slips them into his breast pocket. He raises his arms and slowly revolves in a 360.) Davis: I am Andrew Davis. I do not need a mask. I do not need an entourage. I do not need management to protect me. I do not need the fans to cheer me. I am the One, the Only, the Future of Shootfire Pro. I am ÒShootfireÕs Savior.Ó (Davis stops and looks directly into the camera. He snaps his fingers and light returns throughout the arena.) Davis: Very soon, directly where I stand, Shootfire is going to change. The renaissance will begin. And I will be at the cutting edge of that revolution. This time of transition will be violent. Perilous. Only for the strong to survive. Where the weak will be cast aside. Where it will be kill, or be killed. (Cut to the roof. The camera is staring straight down at Davis, more than a hundred feet down. He looks up at the camera, yelling, his words bouncing throughout the arena, echoing throughout that world.) Davis: IÕM A KILLER, SAMMY KNIGHT! IÕM THE ONE YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT! (Andrew turns his right hand into a gun and aims it at the camera. He pulls the trigger.) Davis: Bang. (Andrew winks at the camera. He snaps his fingers. Davis and the Tokyo Dome disappear. Until Ringu Faia.) ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / VICTOR FROST / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [Scene: Fade in on the skyline of several skyscrapers. You notice at once that something is not right, though. Somehow, the image looks artificial, fake. As the camera pans around you quickly notice that these are models, cardboard cutouts perhaps. If the missing texture is not hint enough the unmoving figure of Rodan, the giant-sized pteranodon, perched on one of the sky-scrapers, wings spread impossibly wide. The camera continues to move and now we meet King Ghidorah, the thrice-headed space beast, standing in the middle of a miniature street, caught in mid-roar. We zoom out a little and opposite of him, stepping out the of the cheap looking ruins of another block of houses, is the King of Monsters himself, Godzilla, in all his rubber-suit glory. So far, only eery silence has accompanied these images, but now, the sound of footsteps echoes through the scene as "Violent" Victor Frost steps between these monsters, dressed in a black suit/red shirt/black tie combination. With a grin, the German saunters up to the Godzilla figure and leans against it nonchalantly. Frost is a couple of inches taller than it.] VF: Welcome to Japan. Welcome to Tokyo. Welcome to the Toho Movie Museum, home of giants and terrors. [He nods at old Godzilla.] VF: I watched some of his movies as as kid. Not many, mind you. My father rightfully recognized them as mind-numbing trash and encouraged me to do more sports. But, as thought about the challenges I am going to face at Ringu Faia, I was reminded of these guys. [Frost hands slide into his jacket, looking for something.] VF: You see, while _I_ dominated my Grand Prix group, never slipping, never showing weakness, group A failed to produce a winner. For all the bluster and bravado of Andrew Davis, DeathKnell and El Rey Futuro, none of them managed to stay undefeated over the course of this tournament... [He fishes a single Camel out of his jacket and his grin grows even wider.] VF: ... unlike me. That alone should have made me Fusion Champion right then and there but management insists to give them all a second chance. The Demon, the Great Mexican and the Movie Star. [Again, his hand dives into his pockets, only to return with a match.] VF: DeathKnell ... cult leader, barbarian, behemoth ... monster? [He takes a look at Godzilla beside him and chuckles for a moment before he lights the match on the "hide" of the figure, then proceeds to use it for his cigarette.] VF: I have said it before and I will say it again ... it is all a facade, and a ridiculous one at that. "DeathKnell" is not any more real than suit here. Impressive at first glance, perhaps even frightening to a childlike mind ... but the illusion is fragile. When he first burst onto the scene here in Shootfire, the mysterious newcomer cut a swath of terror through the ranks. But as time passed and people grow accustomed to him, saw through the pomp, the masks and chains and inbred followers, the aura of invicibility faded. People began to laugh at him and already, he has to rely on his goons to at least try to retain the upper hand in his little war with Van Wild and Starring. The fear is gone, the intimidation does not work any more and all that remains ... [Once more, his eyes wander over to Godzilla.] VF: ...Is a fat man in a funny suit. A fat man who can be hurt ... can be knocked down ... can be defeated. I buried my fist in his face already ... and it felt no different than any of the other hundreds of men I have broken in the past. [Frost takes a long drag of his camel, then blows some smoke out of his nostrils.] VF: What about El Rey Futuro? The master of self-promotion, without ever opening his mouth. Even his name ... the future king? People would ridicule any rookie who comes into Shootfire with a nickname like "The Next Champion". But then, Futuro is no rookie, right? After all, he debuted in one of "Mehico's" finest promotions at the age of fifteen ... big whoop, huh? Fifteen? I wonder, do pimples itch under that mask? Is puberty the right age to hang around large, sweaty men in spandex? And he became PMLL youngest champion at hardly eighteen. [Victor chuckles again as he inhales some more nicotine.] VF: Impressive? Hardly. I mean, how pathetic has a promotion to be to have a kid as your world champion? What competition did he have? Super Lion? Really? [He makes a throw-away gesture with his left hand.] VF: And I wonder if it hurts when you achieve your biggest accomplishment in lifeat eighteen ... and things do not get any better ... ever. I mean, he spent six more years toiling away in that hellhole, toiling away under the "Mehico sun" for a handful of pesos. That is just sad. But sad, pathetic ... that really covers all of ... [With ridiculous flourish:] ... "Lucha Libre" ... [Back to normal.] VF: ... doesn't it? Just like old Godzilla here, it has become irrelevant, pathetic, a niche market watched by a few thousand people in "Mehico" with no else in the world giving a damn. Why should they? The clunky rudo, technico mechanics, the stupid masks, the names that would even be out of place in a Saturday morning cartoon, the flip-flopping style ... [Victor wrinkles his nose in perfect sneer.] VF: I could go on. Lucha Libre is bad for this whole sport, a dinosaur, an embarrassment,, a novelty ... like a Toho movie. And here comes El Rey Futuro, who spends half his salary on spokesmen, and wants to soil _my_ Fusion title with his legacy of crappy wrestling? [A headshake, then a more serious look filled with contempt.] VF: Uh-uh. If he makes it to our match, I will fight for _modern_ wrestling. Hard-hitting, painful and decisive. I will soak that white mask red with his own blood. [After one final drag he drops the cigarette and grinds beneath his heel.] VF: Last, but not least, we have Andrew Davis. Now, I like Andrew Davis. I have enjoyed him exposing the sham that is Sammy Knight's championship and if he manages to get the title shot he deserves ... [Victor gives a lazy thumbs up.] VF: ... I will root for him all the way to the victory. I even watched him in State of Play and it was not the worst performance I have ever seen. But ... you knew there would be a but, right? But if he desires to reach any of his lofty goals he needs to stay out of my way. I have no intention of playing nice with him, just because we agree on some points. I will not refrain from mauling his face, I will not hold back from cracking his skull and I will not stop myself from wrecking his spine. Andrew Davis should bid his time, should wait for his shot at Sammy Knight or at an Academy Award and not risk his looks or his legs, ja? After all, this is not some Hollywood script where Andrew Davis manages to overcome all obstacles on his way to his ultimate goal, not some Cinderella story that paints him as the underdog who barely scratches past the triple- threat match only to win the title against the overconfident, well-rested "hun"? It would make a good, if boring movie, right? But then, we all know movies are fake, escapes from a grim reality you cannot evade forever. Pipe dreams, pretty lies, props ... [Victor turns to the Godzilla figure and gives it a shove. It comes crashing down at once, showing how lightweight it really is. As Frost looks back at the camera, his face is once again split open by his predatory leer.] VF: ...Lies. Come Ringu Faia, _my_ time will finally come. No last minute escape for my opponent this time, no fluke loss, no desperation counter that turns the tide against me one final time. It will be Victor Frost, ready to sin with a grin, as the very first Fusion Champion. [Zoom in on Frost's confident, smug face.] VF: And no one will stop me this time. [Victor walks out of the shot and the camera takes one last shot of the Godzilla figure, face-down on the fake pavement. Fade to black.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [A simple Ringu Faia backdrop is all the setting we need for one "Heartless" Jakob Volga, looking towards what could be his last SPW match EVER. The "Killing Machine" sits with his head down, hood up, and speaks quietly, from his heart and soul.] Blood, sweat, and tears for over a year. That is what SPW has gotten from me, my blood, sweat, and tears. SPW has been given all that I can give, from when I was starting out at the bottom of the card, all the way until now, just before the top of the mountain. The blood pumps in my veins so that I can give each and every person here the show of a lifetime, and to all the fans out there who have supported me from day 1, who respected that I came in here not as a show off with flippy floppy moves and a stupid gimmick, but as a rough, tough, hard as nails FIGHTER, I THANK YOU. Without all of you out there, there IS truly no Jakob Volga. [The head rises, the eyes tell all, as they are stone cold serious.] But don't take this the wrong way, if you think for a SECOND that this is me coming out and giving some goodbye speech, that I have decided to just roll over and let Sammy send me out on my back, then you are SADLY mistaken. [The hood is removed, showing the man in all his glory. The hair is freshly cut, pretty much bald minus some stubble, the goatee is long and pointed.] Sammy, this is it for me, either I put up, and walk out with your title, or you get to brag that you shut me up for good, that you get to be the one to send me packing from SPW forever. This is the match that is going to bring SPW into 2009 for REAL, the battle of the "Red Devil" from Cali versus the "Killing Machine" from Cleveland. We have both taken similar paths to get here, followed the same advice from the same mentor, and both beaten each other to a pulp in the past. But the past is exactly that, Sammy, THE PAST. Whatever happened before this moment in time honestly means NOTHING now, just what we do in that ring against each other today. [The man now rises to his feet, his words become louder, stressing every syllable, making sure that no word is misconstrued.] I have no plans on defeat, no plans of surrender, no plans on EVER leaving SPW. My only plan is to show that you are not unbeatable Sammy. That you don't have a stranglehold on that SPW title like everyone thinks you do. That even if the wrestling world voted you the best wrestler of the half year or the second coming of Christ or whatever the hell they voted you, that I KNOW that I can beat you. [Pulling back the sleeve to his ring robe, showing his arm, the fist taped up, ready for battle. The words "RESPECT ME" written in black ink.] Can you feel it, Sammy? The days turn to hours, the hours to minutes, minutes to seconds, until the match the world has been waiting for arrives. The anticipation is almost over. You can FEEL IT, almost TOUCH IT it is so palpable. The goosebumps have been on my arms for days now, waiting for this moment. The moment that we battle for it all. [Volga puts the sleeve down, and takes his seat again. A smile comes across his mouth.] To quote our former mentor, The Biz, Tap, Nap, or Snap, it is all the fuckin' same, as long as I walk out with that big gold belt around my waist and your UTMOST respect coming from your mouth. [The hood goes back up over his head. We are back where we started...but aren't we always?] When this is all said and done, Sammy, you WILL respect me. I gurantee it. [Fade to black.] ____________________________________________________________ / /\ / / / / World Champion / / / SAMMY KNIGHT / / / RINGU FAIA OTC / / /___________________________________________________________/ / \_________< >___________________________________< >_________\/ [You are introduced to a completely empty arena. The Tokyo Dome to be exact. The location of the upcoming Shootfire Pro Wrestling's annual "Ringu Faia" extravaganza, where the driven "Heartless" Jakob Volga attempts to save (and define) his SPW career at the expense of Sammy Knight's championship. Where SPW's Fusion champion will be crowned. Where future Shootfire stars will be introduced to the ever faithful as old faces are reunited.] "Do I really have to be the one to end your career in SPW?" [In a matter of 24 hours, the people of Tokyo and all SPW viewers across the world are in for a special night. Yet today, the dome is absolutely silent. And still. There are no fans screaming and cheering at the top of their lungs. No flashing lights, strobes, or pyrotechnics. No banners, marquees, or signs. There is not even a ring. While the SPW trucks might be parked out front, the assembly has not yet begun. There is only a cement square in the dead center of the arena formerly nicknamed "The Big Egg." There's very little to note except for one man sitting alone on a folding metal chair that appears to be wilting on its very last leg.] "If I must..." [Thin rays of natural light from a sunny Tokyo afternoon in June shine through the various nooks and crannies of the arena. Amidst the concentrated rays, alternating with shadows, you focus on this man sitting alone. Rather, THE man with a million targets on him. Yes, _THAT_ man. The scene is aided by the intensely deep, yet rhythmic breathing of a man who appears as nothing short of fixated. Fixated on his past mistakes. On his previous successes. On Ringu Faia. On Jakob Volga. Here, in the same venue which cost a previously thought-to-be indestructible "Iron" Mike Tyson his championship and in turn his dignity, a shirtless Sammy Knight sits in solitude, stripped down of any smoke and mirrors, cinematic theatrics, facades, metaphorical missiles. As the ghost of James "Buster" Douglas bobs and weaves within the clear conscience of the champion, Knight rolls his neck gingerly along his shoulders in a right to left manner. In turn, this induces a series of cracks. He stands up slowly, turns slightly to his left as his eyes locks into the camera.] "...then I will." [As he stares into the camera, the burning flames of desire burn against the background of his own brown irises.] "I am a man. A motherfuckin' man. And to you Jakob, _THE_ motherfuckin' man. You see _BEFORE_ Sammy Knight was a felon, _BEFORE_ he was a father, _BEFORE_ he was a wrestler and yes, _BEFORE_ he was a champion, he was a man. And I still am. That fact cannot, and will not, be compromised. And as a man, I cannot stand before this city of Tokyo, the Shootfire locker room and ultimately _OUR_ fans and hold my tongue any longer. The truth _MUST_ be revealed. And it only seems poetically just that I be the one to shatter the rose colored glasses that we've all been using to view our heartless brethren." [He is dead serious. No smirks. Hell, hardly any emotion peers from his face as Knight's stance is extremely different then usual. Typically calm, relaxed, and loose, Knight's shirtless torso and upper-body are extremely tense. Veins portrude out from underneath the artful designs of ink that outline his entire physique.] "Where, oh where, is the _OLD_ Jakob Volga? [Knight sort of cocks his head awkwardly to the site.] "Because right now, there is an impostor amongst our ranks. And as a person who believes in unadulterated honesty and unapologetic candor, I feel that it is my duty to speak out against this detrimental force in our promotion. Against this parasitic individual who has attempted to latch on to _WHATEVER_ ride he believes at that moment will catapult him to the top of this promotion. In the past it's been an opportunistic tag partner or a crooked stable. And of late it's been me, a flawed and forgiving champion. Yet it isn't happenstance that none of your previous ploys have fulfilled your dream of becoming SPW champion. You haven't been unlucky. Rather, you've gotten _EXACTLY_ what you've deserved. And after Ringu Faia Jakob your quest will _STILL_ be unfulfilled." [Knight's fists remained clenched tightly as even amidst his brown skin, you can see a slight discoloration amongst his knuckles. Knight peers down at his hands and seems to squeeze them even tighter. As Knight returns his eyes to the camera, it is evident that there are seeds of true rage in his soul today.] "Now please understand that this is not something that I say half-heartedly either. _THIS_ is not a joke. It is _NOT_ a sentiment that is out of haste or rash behavior. On the contrary, it comes out of accepting that _THIS_ was never about friendship with you. Your trite alliance with Sammy Knight was based on nothing except your own personal gain. And as contrived or cliche' as it may come off, three short words come to mind when I think of my challenger at Ringu Faia. Three simple words. _FUCK YOU JAKOB_." [Knight's left hand raises up and a middle finger is revealed pointing directly into the camera. Knight's face, a face that we have not yet seen in Shootfire emerges. It's that face of a person who is emotionally drained and is almost resigned to speak the unwritten truth.] "For blinding me with your false gestures of genuine respect. For your actions of insincerity. But most of all? For your inability to honor your commitment to Shootfire. You see Jakob, you've pulled the wool over my eyes and the eyes of others in this company that I love long enough. And _ENOUGH_ is _ENOUGH_. Because it _WILL_ stop at Ringu Faia. It has to." [Knight's voice even sounds "off" as a tightly clenched jaw and clenched teeth reveal a sort of growl that is very atypical for the SPW champion.] "Because you and I, _WE_, have a history. Too much if you ask me. We've battled in a variety of matches in a variety of venues with a variety of outcomes." [Knight pauses as you can almost see him momentarily recall each and every encounter Volga and he have had.] "Conquests in Vancouver, Edmonton, Washington D.C., Kingston, Chiang Me, and Beijing. At Legacy in Montreal. At the CL Memorial Cup in New York. And now, Ringu Faia in Tokyo. That's nine cities... ...six countries... ... and two continents." [Knight pauses momentarily again as if to ensure that he has not missed any key encounter between the two men.] "And for what Jakob? For what resolution? Blood has been shed. Egos have been attacked. Relationships have been strained. And as of now, each and every one of our matches have been for _ABSOLUTELY NOTHING_. In vain. Because at the end of the day, each one of us have lived to fight another day. To run off at the mouth. And I'm tired of it. Right now, you are still you -- an individual begging for respect amongst your peers, yearning to carve your name out in the hallowed halls of SPW. And me? Well, I'm still the champion; flawed, naive at times, only angrier. No longer will that be the case." [Knight nods his head ever-so-slightly in a positive fashion. His eyes begin to light up every so slightly.] "Because _THIS_ time, there will be a change. One of us will be _FORCED_ to sing a different tune. Whether it be in my reign or in your employment, _WE_ will not be the same after Ringu Faia." [Knight releases his clenched left fist only long slam his right hand into his open left palm with a painful thud. Deep discoloration of his body from the recent attack at the hands of Dave Pietka is revealed for the first time. Unwrapped. Untreated.] "Jakob, as much as you've pleaded to me, to the management and to our fans about _YOU_ being SPW, your hallow words will fall upon deaf ears. And not because they were poorly spoken, but because they simply are untruths. Lies. Self-created fabrications about who Jakob Volga is in regards to SPW. And _RIGHT_ here, is an opportunity for me to clear to the air about who you really are and to act upon my duties as _THE_ champion of SPW to finally exterminate our locker room of your apathetic infestation. This isn't easy Jakob, yet as I put each piece of this heartless puzzle together, the picture of who you really are became buoyantly visible. Obvious even. Because Jakob, you're simply not the wrestler you once were. Once upon a time you were dedicated to Shootfire and you adamantly believed in the goals and mission of this company. But somewhere along that yellowbrick road that I spoke of once before, _YOU_ got lost. While once an individual who wrestled for the love of the sport, you became brainwashed by the _IDOLATRY_ of chasing championship gold. You lost yourself. And for the last three months, the passionate and dangerous Jakob Volga that once existed has become a shadow of his former self. You've simply taken a turn for the worst. Your motivations are impure. Desperate. And you've been blinded by your own hubris. You're so blinded by _WINNING_ that you've ignored a genuine effort on my part to be a friend. You've disappointed me and in many cases, your fans as well. But that ain't even your worst offense." [Knight pauses in his own words, allowing what he just said to fully sink in.] "You see, ever since management made some contractual requests of us all, you've been walking the company line with one foot in and one foot out. And do not lie Jakob because _EVERYONE_ knows this to be true. You have not been 100% dedicated to this company. And that simply is not fair. Not fair to every man and woman in the back who gives their blood, sweat and tears for this company. We all know that you've contemplated leaving. And for that simple fact, I know that whatever is left of your heart has not been filled with love for SPW. But yet out of greed, you've chosen to remain here. And that's sad. Because that's just not the champion that the faithful, _THESE_ people deserve. Not _ONE_ bit. And I cannot let _THAT_ Volga achieve his half-assed goal. Listen to me Jakob, because I will not let that happen." [A contrived, smirk leaves Knight's clenched mouth. A smile that comes across as potentially smug, yet ultimately confident.] "Your passion towards SPW is a joke. A farce. A carefully concocted manipulation. Something you must tell yourself because it's the 'right' thing to say. And it couldn't be further than the truth Jakob. Because you're truly filled with apathy in regards to SPW. You _THINK_ you care about SPW. You _WANT_ to care about SPW. You don't. Your true colors shine through. And those colors spell out what you are: A JOKE. Because you _HAD_ the opportunity to follow not only your wife, but also many others out of this federation. But you didn't. And _YOU SHOULD HAVE_. This hasn't been about keeping a clear mind in regards to your championship chase. This is about you _TRYING_ to save face." [Knight nods.] "But you've no-showed various interviews, flaked on training sessions with your team, and have refused to address matches in the appropriate manner. Simply put, you've neglected commitments. And yet _YOU_ of _ALL_ people want to be _THE_ champion?" [Knight's voice moves slightly upward in pitch at this last statement.] "Really though, how committed are _YOU_ yourself? I question that Jakob, and do not think that I'm the only one." [Knight deliberately mouths two words: I'M NOT in self-response to his last comment.] "But I also question your sanity. I have shown you nothing but respect. Nothing but support. Nothing but genuine friendship. But you've chosen to ultimately ignore that to potentially soften me up for your championship victory here in Tokyo. I'm not surprised. Not one bit. Because desperate men do desperate things. You know that your career is on the line. And that you've _NEVER_ defeated me for championship gold. _EVER_. And you know that if you don't, then you will packing your shit up and heading off to join your wife and so many others ex-SPW superstars out in Hollywood. Or wherever else they've crawled off too. And don't pretend like you think any differently. Because you'd only be playing yourself." [As Knight shifts his weight slightly one of the rays of light shine across his eyes, illuminating more-so than before, a burning intensity within them.] "Yet because you _ARE_ desperate, that means you _ARE_ dangerous. Even more dangerous than you were already. And it's why I stand here before you without any pomp and circumstance, without any props, talking directly to _YOU_ Jakob. To show you _ONCE_ and for all that you have my respect. You never had to earn it." [Knight takes an awkward pause.] "But the end of our story will not be about respect, will it? And it will not be in vain, will it? It _WILL_ be for the betterment of SPW _AND_ for the future employer of a 'Heartless' Jakob Volga." [Knight pauses once again while his last thoughts truly sink in. Because yes, he actually did say it. Knight points hard into the middle of his chest.] "This man will _NOT_ be remorseful at the outcome of Ringu Faia. Because in my life, I have seen the guilty walk free many of times. Criminals go unpunished. But this time, _YOU_ will not. To me Jakob, you've been abusing the privilege of calling yourself a member of SPW for too damn long. And I'm calling you on it. Since no one else has the _HEART_ to. So go ahead and talk all you want about how you _NEED_ this, _WANT_ this, _DESERVE_ this. Because those sentiments _WILL_ remain. The reality of the situation is that actions speak louder than words. And right now you're talking a lot of shit. Yet we've all seen what you been doing these last few months, and that's _SLACKING_. And if you think it's gone unnoticed. Then you're a liar. And I don't like liars. Nor do we need one amongst our locker room." [Knight takes a deep breath followed by an awkward pause. The reality of Knight's words are sinking into even his own heart. He opens his mouth to speak.] "And if I... [He stops himself. Knight's hand reaches up and aggressively wipes down his face as he takes yet another intense breath. He tries again after momentarily regaining his thoughts.] "Jakob, if I don't beat you... [Knight pauses, as if he's unsure if he should continue. Yet as his grits his teeth and begins to speak once again, he realizes that he's said too much to go back.] "If I am unable to send you back to _YOUR_ wife... [Beat.] "If I fail to muster enough heart to _DEFEAT_ you in _THIS_ very arena once and for all... [He knows he shouldn't say it.] "Then maybe _I AM_ the one who doesn't belong in SPW." [But he does. And fade.] ___________________________________________________________________________ \_______________________________RINGU FAIA________________________________/ /__SPW____< >_______________________< >_______________________< >____SPW__\ | | | | | | | © Myriad 2009 ~ All Rights Reserved | | http://shootfireworld.com | | | | | | | |___________________________________________________________________________| \__SPW____< >______________________< >________________________< >____SPW__/ /_____________________________OFF THE CHAIN_______________________________\ TV (C C) MA Closed Captioned ______________________________________________ / \ / S H O O T F I R E P R O \ / ___________________________________________ / / / \\ \ // // / / / / ___ \\ ___ \ // // __/ / | | /__/____/ /__/ / // // / / \ \ \/ / // // / / \ \________ \ _____/ |/ |/ / / / / \__\ | / / / / / / / \ / / / \ \___________/_____/_/_______/\______/ / \ ___________________________________ | \ \ \ W R E S T L I N G \ \_______________________________________/¨ S A P Programaci—n en Espa–ol R S N P P V _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Shootfire Pro Wrestling Proudly Presents: | | | | RINGU FAIA!!! | | | | From The Tokyo Dome, Japan! | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/________________________________________________________________SPW______\_| [The lights blast searing explosions high over the mega gigantic Tokyo Dome interiors, a cloud of blinding white glare and explosions roar out as fireworks scream across the inside of the massive building, sending streamers of white and yellow lines cascading and bursting in mid-air as the very foundations of the collossal arena shake, the walls trembling with chaotic pyro! The steel polished scaffolding rips into a series of explosions as a red volcanos spit up flames from each turnbuckle! The powdered white ring with blue ropes appears through the drifting fog as the metal archways shoot up a fantastic neon catastrophe of rockets running up and down the two long gangplank style walkways, raised high to waist length of the endless seas of fans, their collective cheering image emblazoned high on five story videowalls dwarfing the curtained archway below! The camera sweeps down low across the yelling fanatics to soar over the heads of the international Shootfire Faithful towards the elevated wrestling ring] Jack: WELCOME EVERYONE TO SPW'S RINGU FAIA! THIS IS RINGU FAIA 2009 AND WE ARE LIIIIIVE IN THE TOKYO EGG DOME! THE BIG EGG PLAYING HOST TO 45,000 SCREAMING FANS! WE HAVE AMPED UP THE VOLUME AND CRANKED UP THE ACTION AS TONIGHT SHOOTFIRE PAY PER VIEW BRINGS TO YOU OUR SEASON FINALE, AND THANK YOU FOR JOINING US HERE TONIGHT!! HELLO And welcome my name is Jack Sharp alongside Jim Monroe and Sean O'Brady, and wow what a night it is so far, we have all kinds of wrestling competition from the top ranked Superstars in the world today. As we look out across the Tokyo Dome yes 45,000 fans here to pack the audience as larger than spectacle gives way to international carnage! Jim, Sean, so good of you to join us on color and play by play, what an evening we have here! Jim: And pay attention to me when I say tonight our main event is worthy of a season ending finale as the entire world is watching as it's title versus career here tonight, that's right Sammy Knight to meet "Heartless" Jakob Volga and should Knight win he not only keeps his title but he's out of Shootfire Pro Wrestling. What would the game be like without HJV a man who has truly put it all on the line. Sean: Against the most celebrated Champion in SPW History. And you want to talk about wrestling, Titles will be defended, so many multiple wrestling styles will be showcased- and tonight this is the night that we find out who the best of Season 10 really is after an the most successful season from this federation yet. Wrestling fans it is my honor to be here tonight to call this show for you and yours, this will truly be, a night to remember. Jack: All this and more as first we preview tonight's mega event card! _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| Myriad Capital Management Proudly Presents: SPW RINGU FAIA! LIVE From The Tokyo Dome Tokyo, Japan 06.07.09 Bell Time 7PM __________________________________________________________ |__________________________________________________________| main event - world title vs career SAMMY KNIGHT(c) vs "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA womens world title match - three way dance JASY O'NEIL(c) vs TIFFANY LANE vs POET WRIGHT fusion grand prix finals match "VIOLENT" VICTOR FROST vs T.B.A. world tag team titles match TEAM E.G.O.(c) vs THE DEADBEATS WILD & STARRING vs DEATHKNELL & JEAN PIERRE CELINE fusion grand prix semi-finals ANDREW DAVIS vs DEATHKNELL vs EL REY FUTURO GABRIEL VAN ZAHN vs "SADISTIC" STEVE LIERMANN CLYDE KENNEDY vs "CUNNING" JAMES O'CONNOR sinful six match - fusion number one contender MARISSA MONET vs BRYAN VINCENT vs FRANK EWIAK vs EDDIE CHRISTIAN vs RYAN BRADLEY vs THE GINGER NINJA beauty angels japan vs shootfire pro wrestling TEAM B.A.J. vs NINA LARUE, MISS JASMINE, STACIA B. Official NIWF/SPW Presentation [card subject to change] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | CLYDE KENNEDY vs JAMES O'CONNOR | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [Fade into the crowd as Kazuki "Tsunami" Shimizu stands up, waving to the fans as the audience cheers huge! They applaud the Japanese Champion as he smiles in a white leather jacket with black smoke sunglasses, his hair cut short. The musclebound tank of a warrior waves an arm to the audience with a smile. Linkin Park's "Session" floats out of the speakers to an appreciative cheer. The song's soft opening gives way to a harsh drum beat. At this, James O'Connor steps out onto the entrance ramp.] Stone: From Wilmington, Deleware, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... JAAAMES O'COOONORRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [James O'Connor is of average height and build, sporting a gold colored T-shirt and black, loose fitting jeans. He surveys the fans from the top of the ramp, then makes his way towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, no longer acknowledging anyone else. James takes off his t-shirt, throwing it to the floor below, then sets his sights on his opponent in the ring] Jack: James O'Connor, who's been on a collision course with Clyde Kennedy gets set to prove to us all that he has what it takes to be an SPW Superstar while taking on his toughest opponent of his career. Jim: Kennedy sees no problem taking out James and wants to make short work of him and wipe out his career before it starts. Kennedy looks to make himself a top contender here in Shootfire Pro and will do that at the expense of anyone who gets in his way. He's just unforgiving and gets paid to take people out. (The theme from ÒCape Fear,Ó performed by the City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra, echoes throughout the arena. ItÕs menacing tones cause the fans to stand and stare at the entrance. The SPWTron lights up the name ÒKENNEDYÓ in white letters on a black screen as the fans begin to boo. Clyde Kennedy walks out onto the stage, wearing a plain black singlet that reaches his knees, with matching knee and elbow pads. Walking with a purpose towards the ring, he marches past the fans, never making eye contact. The SPWTron flips to Kennedy locking in his devastating finisher, KennedyÕs Contraption. ÒHeartlessÓ Jakob Volga, ÒThe DreamÓ Marcus Davis, Anthony Kutler, Mark Adams Jr., Sammy Knight; all are trapped and tapping out.) Stone: Ladies and Gentlemen, weighing in at 295lbs and standing at 6Õ6Ó, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, this is Clyde Kennedy! (Kennedy stays just out of their grasp of the fans as he slowly makes his way down to the ring, goes up the stairs and steps through the ropes. Once in the ring, Kennedy begins to stretch his arms across his chest, cracking his knuckles, staring at his opponent. The smirk grows bigger as he waits for the bell.) *DINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: James O'Connor, locking up with Clyde Kennedy, no love is lost between these guys in so much as much hate is gained? What's the inverse on that. Hmm, as you can tell, they no likey each other. GRUDGE MATCHES RULE! Jack: Clyde with the irish whip right out of the gate as James sent to the ropes, ducks under a wild swing and continuing across the ring! Kennedy set to brace for the shoulder impact, O"Connor with the flying spinning back elbow!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Clyde up, JAMES WITH THE STANDING DROPKICK!! Jim: Sidestepped and BATTED AWAY! BWAH!! [James rises to a knee as Kennedy lets the flying back brain heel kick connect!!] [POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: NO KICKOUT BY JAMES! [Kennedy pulls O'Connor's head up, dragging him right into a kneelift to the cheekbone! The fans pop in Japan as Clyde twists the head back with both hands, wrenching James to his feet and O'Connor slashes at him with a knife edge chop!!] **SSSSSSSMMMMAAAAAAACK!!!!** Jack: O'Connor battling back! Stomps the shin out and fires a headbutt to Clyde! Jim: Kennedy stunned, James with the hard whip spin around sending Kennedy into the buckles! Here comes James O'Connor takes to the air and HUGE SHINING WIZARD!! ***CRRRRRRRRRRAAAACK!!!!!!*** [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KENNEDY hanging on and the Ref says get off the ropes! James backing up, hands out, talking trash as Clyde hardly able to stand-- talk about your impact maneuvers, Kennedy on dream street here in Tokyo Japan. Jim: Dream Street, thought this was Nippon Budokan man I can't find anything in this town I've been lost all day. Jack: The- what? Jim: Kennedy is so much better he's got James O'Connor exactly where he wants him! Trust me! [James waits as Clyde comes off the ropes and goes right for his head! James ducks to roll under, coming up as Kennedy fires a back kick into the face! James goes staggering back into the corner as the Ref says give him space and Clyde Kennedy rushes right in, smashing himself directly into James O'Connor!!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KENNEDY INTO CLYDE'S NECK WITH A SWINGING DOUBLE AXE!! Jim: AND LOCK AND BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD SUPLEX! ****WWWHHHHAAAAAAAMMMM!!!***** Jack: JAMES O'CONNOR DOUBLED OVER! [Tokyo comes alive as James rolls off his heels, trying to get to back up and Clyde charges smashing a lariat that flips O'Connor in half!! James slams into the canvas, fingers splaying as he tries to regain his breath. Clyde rests in the ropes, snarling out as he looks to the fans, who pop for the sheer brutality of his offense. Kennedy turns back, stalking the wounded James O'Connor as the athlete tries to get back up to his vertical base] Jack: What a shot that could have killed your average man. James to his feet and KENNEDY PUNCHING HIM IN THE SMALL OF HIS BACK!! Jim: OH! ARM OVER TOP AND DEATHDROP BACKBREAKER!! Jack: KENNEDY STANDS AND SUPLEXING JAMES UP AND OVER - REVERSE SUPLEXES HIM DOWN ON HIS GUTS!!!! **WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!** [Kennedy rolls up to a knee and shouts out as the fans boo vehmently! Clyde smiles and shoving up, charges in as James sits up and explodes a stomp into his chest! O'Connor slides back across the ring as he grabs his sternum, coughing with pain as he tries to get up- and as he does the Ref says to stay back but Kennedy charges smashing a clothesline that flips James backwards over the side and all the way down to the floor!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JAMES O'CONNOR ON THE MATS AND RINGSIDE!! Jim: CLYDE SLIDING OUT! RIPS JAMES UP BY HIS HAIR!! [O'Connor hollers in pain as Clyde wraps him up in a bearhug- shaking the man around and then turns to dive James backfirst against the ring apron! His head whiplashes and James has to suffer as Clyde rips him away and turns to rush him down ringside, driving him right into the ringpost!!] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JAMES O'CONNOR CRUSHED BY CLYDE KENNEDY!! Jim: OH GOD HE'S BEEN FLATTENED!!! AND TOSSED BACK INTO THE RING LIKE NOTHING!! [Clyde laughs, raising a finger and pointing it at the jeering fans, mocking them with disdain as he heads around for the ringsteps, climbing them to take his sweet time getting back up into the ring. Walking along the apron, Clyde reaches a leg inside and turns to gesture at James O'Connor, as if to say he ain't nothing...] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Both men returning to the center of the ring as James trying to stand, and Clyde telling him to just give up now. O'Connor with no lack of heart, no lack of bravery and fire under pressure, but there's only so much damage the human body can take. Jim: Well James may be fragments of himself at this point- and Clyde Kennedy knows it. [Kennedy laughs and lunges in as James ducks under, grabbing the wrist to spin but the bigger man turns sending James for the ride! He twists to haul him up for a powerslam but James hangs on! Kennedy rights himself as James comes flying to smash the forearm taking Clyde off his feet!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: WOW WHATTA SHOT! AND KENNEDY UP!! Jim: O'CONNOR RUNS HIM OVER WITH A LARIAT! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KENNEDY TO HIS FEET! JAMES WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: CLYDE STILL FORCING UP! JAMES WITH THE SPINNING BACKFIST! KNOCKS KENNEDY AROUND AND JAMES O'CONNOR DUCKS UNDER HIS ARM HAULING HIM UP AND FLIPS HIM DOWWWNNN WITH A BURNING HAMMER!!?! ***WWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!*** [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! MY GOD MAN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-- NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KENNEDY KICKED OUT! KENNEDY GOT THE SHOULDER UP! ONLY A TWO COUNT!! Jim: THAT WAS CLOSE! You have to realize these Superstars nearly Superhuman, forget HGH A-Rod, juice up with Clyde Kennedy's sweat!! Can anyone stop this this one man army!? [Kennedy rolls up as James is on the top rope! Clyde turns around through what stamina he has left and O'Connor sails through the air, throwing out his feet to smash the falling front dropkick!! Clyde flies back heels over head as the audience bursts into applause!!] ***BBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!!!!**** [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JAMES LOOKING TO FINISH THIS OFF!! ARMS UP- AND LOCKS IN THE REAR NAKED CHOKE!! [Kennedy stands up and swings O'Connor's legs up into the air catching him for the Blue Thunder Backbreaker!!] [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: BLUE THUNDER BACKBREAKER! AND BOTH MEN DOWN!! [The fans cheer with polite applause as James rolls to the side, kicking his legs in pain! Clyde gets himself up, shoving past the Referee as he goes to put O'Connor out! He charges for the kneelift as James slingshots upwards to smash the uppercut right in under the jaw!!] ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** Jim: KENNEDY DAZED! JAMES WITH THE HEAD FOR THE TOSS OVER THE SIDE!! Jack: CLYDE BLOCKS WITH BOTH HANDS! AND GRABBING JAMES! THROWS HIM OVER INSTEAD!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: O'CONNOR LANDS ON THE APRON! AND FLYING ENZUGIRI OVER THE SIDE!! ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** Jim: KENNEDY SPUN AROUND! [James grabs the top rope, slingshotting himself over to sit on the cable, catches Clyde's head with both legs and flips off backwards to hurricanrana Kennedy to the floor!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KENNEDY SENT INTO THE GROUND AS JAMES CRAWLING BACK IN!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: CLYDE INTO THE FLOOR OF THE TOKYO DOME! AND TRYING TO GET UP HOW DOES THIS MAN KEEP- Jack: SUICIDE DIVE BY JAMES O'CONNOR!!!!!! [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHH!!!!!!!*** Jim: BOTH MEN ALL THE WAY BACK INTO THE BARRICADES!! [Clyde is halfway bent over the metal backwards as James jumps to the barricade and locking the head goes for the flying bulldog as Kennedy on instinct suplexes O'Connor all the way back into the audience!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: INSANITY AT RINGU FAIA! THE WRESTLERS INTO THE CROWD!!!! RUN LIKE ITS GODZILLA PEOPLE!! Jack: CLYDE KENNEDY COMING IN OVER THE SIDE! AND GRABS UP JAMES- SWINGS THE FOREARM!! ***CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHH!!!*** Jack: O'CONNOR RIPPED UP A CHAIR AND BLOCKED THE FOREARM WITH IT!! ***SSSMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHH!!!!!!!!*** Jim: KENNEDY PUNCHING THE CHAIR INTO JAMES' FACE WITH HIS GOOD ARM!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THESE GUYS HATE EACH OTHER! [James is spun around, hurting, stunned as the fans roar into a blur behind him. Shoving through the crowd, O'Connor comes to rest against the railing- and fails to see Clyde sneaking up behind to take the man upwards with a gutwrench over into the air! Kennedy goes for a powerbomb into the guardrail but Gabriel slides off his back!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: O'Connor escaping to leap over the side! Clyde Kennedy gives chase as James outmaneuvering the bigger man, climbing back up into the ring as the Referee being VERY lenient with the count! Sean: Kennedy in and JAMES DRIVES THE FOREARM INTO HIS HEAD! STICK AND MOVE! Jim: The fans want to see the fight as James O'Connor slugging him hard- and CLYDE CUTS HIM OFF WITH A RAKE TO THE FACE!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: OH COME ON! Kennedy going to do anything to get his way! And taunting into a suffering James O'Connor- BACKHANDS HIM ACROSS THE FACE!! ***SSSSMMMMMMMMACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!*** Jack: NO RESPECT SHOWN FOR O'CONNOR! AND CLYDE POINTING TO THE FANS!! [Kennedy hauls off and kicks James in the stomach! Wrenching down he gutwrenches man upside down going to hook him so he can't break free! James kicks his legs and prying at the hands tries to pull them apart as Clyde turns to face the ring O'Connor kicks off the top rope! He lands on his feet and swings around Clyde snatching in the Rear Naked Choke!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: REAR NAKED CHOKE ON CLYDE KENNEDY! Sean: BUT KENNEDY SWINGS AND CRASHES HIM BACK INTO THE BUCKLES!! Jim: NO!!! KENNEDY UNABLE TO BREAK! AND HURTING! Jack: CAN HE DO IT!? CAN JAMES CHOKE HIM OUT!!?? [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KENNEDY DOWN TO ONE KNEE! AND JAMES O'CONNOR PUTTING HIM DOWN!! Jim: KENNEDY PUSHING UP AND NO! CANNOT! THE REF RAISES A HAND- WILL IT DROP!? Sean: CLYDE HAULS JAMES O'CONNOR UP ONTO HIS BACK! HE HAS HIM TRAPPED IN THE KENNEDY CONTRAPTION!!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CLYDE TORTURING O'CONNOR!! Jim: JAMES HAS THE TOP ROPE!!! Sean: REF SAYING BREAK! KENNEDY COULD GET DISQUALIFIED! 1!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!! 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: KENNEDY HAS TO RELEASE! [The second he lets the legs go James swings around the front to kick off the corner slamming the Tornado Death Drop!! The fans roar as he bounces on Kennedy's head and rolling over gets the leg out as he pulls back hard!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! JAMES! O'CONNOR!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JAMES O'CONNOR DEFEATING CLYDE KENNEDY! [James gets up hurting as the Referee raises his hand! "Session" kicks up again as the fans cheer out as Tokyo applauds the energetic rookie, O'Connor throwing his arms high in celebration. The crowd claps in respect as James O'Connor climbs to the second turnbuckle pointing out to a massive ovation! With a fist in the sky, James stands in triumph as fireworks explode overhead!] Sean: And with that we go to James O'Connor who has just won the match of his career, he beat Clyde Kennedy in shocking fashion, living to escape the Kennedy Contraption and hit a Tornado Death Drop for the pin. Credit to both men and their multi-faceted styles, James just in the right place at the right time and beyond that, able to capitalize. O'Connor winning himself some real fans here tonight with his performance at Ringu Faia. Jim: Yeah congrats and kudos in order, beating Clyde is no short order. And with that, we know that James O'Connor's star is on the rise. I got nothing beyond that- Kennedy is a surefire title contender for any belt and this well, it launches the career of James O'Connor towards the very top in SPW. Jack: Let's get back up to the ring as our pay per view continues. You know the business changes in so many ways but we have to announce that a only a few short weeks ago we had the shocking turn of events that saw the IGA close its doors after years of operation, a steadfast brother federation of SPW from a huge legendary run in this game. The International Grappling Association has changed forever but now that means more than a few Superstars have been signed to SPW. Two of them will make their debut next, Sean what can you tell us about GVZ and "Sadistic" Steve Liermann. Sean: At 6 foot 2 inches, 255 pounds, Steve Liermann is violenty predisposed towards inflicting pain on anyone and he does it for fun. He has been so decorated in every federation he's worked in, from Windy City RAW to IGA as their television and world tag champion, he was a World Heavyweight Champion in WILD. This man never quits, never surrenders and his reputation proceeds him as he was hired by "Violent" Victor Frost. Jim: To take out Gabriel Van Zahn he was the longest Reigning IGA International and Television Champion in history. Also a former IGA World Tag Team Champion but twice and the Phoenix Champion as well, a title captured by the best and brightest of the up and coming Superstars in this industry. I think that since these two have a history I could see either one pulling out the big win here tonight in their SPW Debuts. The fans seem to like GVZ but Liermann just that dangerous it's anyone's game. _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | GABRIEL VAN ZAHN ~vs~ STEVE LIERMANN | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [The camera pans around the arena. The fans are on their feet, going nuts, hoisting signs in the air, and such. The house lights stay down as there is silence...Then a boisterous German voice, the voice of Till Lindemann, echoes across the PA system.] "Einz... Zwei... Drei... Vier... Funf... Sechs... Sieben... Acht... Neun... Aus" ****BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!**** [A massive burst of pyro hits the stage as the instruments come in at a heavy industrial blast. We see a cloud of smoke on the SPWTron. The camera pans back, and we see that the cloud of smoke is being exhaled by two red dragons, facing one another, on a black backdrop. As each of the lines are spoken, small flames begin to appear, flanking the rampway. They grow, as the verse reaches its end] "Alle warten auf das Licht Furchtet euch... furchtet euch nicht Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen Und die Welt zahlt laut bis zehn" [The drums roll, and out steps "Sadistic" Steve Liermann, flanked by the flames. Liermann is wearing a red-colored leather trenchcoat, a plain black T-shirt, traditional long black tights trimmed in red tribal designs and matching boots. He tops it off with a pair of sunglasses. The dark haired Liermann stands atop the rampway, with his barbed wire baseball bat held above his head.] [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Eins... Hier kommt die Sonne Zwei... Hier kommt die Sonne Drei... Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen Vier... Hier kommt die Sonne" [Liermann begins to saunter down the rampway with barbed wire bat in tow. Liermann is being booed out of the building, yet the jeers are not even fazing him. He stays focused, looking toward the ring, walking at a determined, yet assured pace. He reaches the ring area and climbs the stairs, looking briefly around the arena, shaking his head in utter disgust] "Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Handen Kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden Wenn sie aus den Fausten bricht Legt sich heil auf das Gesicht Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen Und die Welt zahlt laut bis zehn" [Liermann enters the ring underneath the top rope. He stands in the center of the ring, and hoists his barbed wire bat high, as the words "Eins... Hier kommt die Sonne" are uttered. He ascends the near left turnbuckles, standing on the bottom turnbuckle. Liermann is getting showered with debris and being used for target practice. The assembled crowd is failing miserably. He hoists his bat high and we see him saying some pleasantries to someone out in the crowd. Liermann repeats the process three more times.] "Eins... Hier kommt die Sonne Zwei... Hier kommt die Sonne Drei... Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen Vier... Hier kommt die Sonne Funf... Hier kommt die Sonne Sechs... Hier kommt die Sonne Sieben... Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen Acht, neun... Hier kommt die Sonne" [The song fades out, as Liermann is standing in the center of the ring yet again...] Stone: FROM WILMINGTON OHIO, STANDING 6 FOOT 2 AND WEIGHING IN AT 255 POUNDS, THIS IS SADISTIC!!!!! STEVE!!! LLLLLLIIIIIIIIEEEEEERRRRRRMMMMAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The sounds of "Year Zero" by 30 Seconds to Mars begin to play over the arena's PA system. The lights dim a little and stage fills with strobes.] "Be a Hero Kill your ego It doesn't matter it's all just a pack of lies" [Shots of Gabriel Van Zahn appear on the Jumbo Tron. Various victories, high spots and his winning of the 2008 IGA Two Minute Drill.] "Build a new base Steal a new face It doesn't matter it's all just to save you" [Gabriel nailing the Gabriel Van Zahn's End Game on countless opponents. Him holding several championships during his tenure in the IGA.] "We'll Never Fade Away We'll Never Fade Away" [The man himself appears at the top of the stage. The newest edition to the SPW roster, Gabriel Van Zahn. He has on a pair of white and red mid-trunks with his signature initials, "GVZ" in white lettering on the upper left corner on the front. Black knee pads, elbow pads and matching grappling gloves. Gabe has on his signature logo "GVZ > you" t-shirt on. Properly trimmed into a tank top.] "We'll Never Fade Away We'll Never Fade Away [He begins to walk down to the ring at a fairly slow pace. ] "I will stand by your ground I will tear down myself I won't fade" [Gabe gets to the bottom of the ramp. He looks around at the crowd. ] "It's all just to save you It's all just to save your face" [Shots of further achievements from Gabriel Van Zahn's past. Including his stint as Kasady and Die Ubermenschen are shown. His vicious assualts on the Dehibilitator, Invection, John Vincent Ferrigno and countless others. The man maybe a fan-favorite but he does have a mean streak..] "It's all just to save you (It's all just to save you) It's all just to save you (It's all just to save you) It's all just to save you" [Gabriel tells Steve Stone to leave the ring. Stone asks Gabriel what the hell is he doing. Gabriel motions that he knows what he's doing. Steve shrugs and leaves the ring. Gabriel walks to the center of the ring and leg lunges forward raising his right hand up to the skies above. The Main Event Mic that he used for the better part of two years in IGA drops down from the skies above. Gabriel grabs the mic. As he does the lights in the arena fade and the spotlight shines down onto him. As he talks a piped in voice of a translator speaking in japanese echoes his every word...] GVZ: Now, focusing all attention unto me. I'd like to take a moment to introduce myself to the Shootfire Pro world... [He readies himself.] GVZ: I WEIGH IN TONIGHT AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIX POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUNDS. I HAIL FROM THE TOWN OF WEST PATERSON, NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW JERSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY. I AM NOW EXCLUSIVE TO SHOOTFIRE PROOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ladies and gentlemen.... I... AM... GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN [With that, Gabriel walks over to a corner and steps up to the second buckle. He stands up, raises his arms up and soaks in the cheers as Tokyo applauds! GVZ lowers his mic down. He and the japanese echo begin again....] GVZ: Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahn. [With that he lets go of the mic and it sails back up to the rafters. Gabriel takes off his shirt and chucks it to the outside. He steps down and does some stretching on the ropes.] *DING DING DING!* Jack: Gabriel Van Zahn entering the ring and pumping his fist into his chest, a huge open reception to the fans in SPW! GVZ showing everyone who he is as he gets set to face a phantom from his past. For an opening introduction its time to see if he bit off more than he can chew. Jim: Oh for sure he did Sharp, Gabriel Van Zahn can't be as good as he says he is, and "Sadistic" Steve Liermann will prove it! Liermann staring at him from across the ring, brought in by Victor Frost to make short work of the man they call GVZ. Sean: For the first time we're going to see two of the most promising athletes from the IGA to come to Shootfire Pay Per View and I'm excited to see which one will triumph in this initial encounter, look for the grappling style to come across as these two no stranger to each other, this match oughta be good. [GVZ moves to the center, pointing down at the SPW logo as Steve stands stone- faced- and lunges at him with a flash of rage! Liermann kicks and pounds on Van Zahn, locking the head to throw it up and lace in with the hard clothesline! GVZ hits the mat and rolling up, takes a big boot jacking him upside the chest!! The fans roar out as Gabriel goes back a few feet and Liermann swings the fist but Van Zahn strikes faster with a Gamengiri across the face!!] ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!*** Jack: OH!! Liermann just BASHED upside the face! To a knee and Gabriel inverted rolling NECKSNAP! Steve down! Sean: Liermann to his feet, Gabriel locks for the Uranage, Liermann with the sideways headbutt! Series of strikes and GVZ cannot hang on! SADISTIC SPINNING HEEL KICK CONNECTS!! Jim: OH! That'll rearrange your facial features! Which is shame cause GVZ is dreamy. [Van Zahn gets up fast, ducks a clothesline just barely and swinging around back behind, grabs the head and yells out as he jumps for a bulldog facebreaker! The fans pop as Liermann springs up in a daze, GVZ kicking up his legs to wrap them around Steve Liermann and comes over in the satellite to take the man down with the arm into a Triangle Choke!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: THIS IS WHERE GVZ GETS THE EDGE IN! HE HAS THE SUBMISSION CHOKE LOCKED IN! AND LIERMANN KICKING LEGS IMMEDIATELY GOING FOR THE ROPES!! Jim: AND HE HAS THEM! HE'S GOT EM!! Sean: REF SAYS BREAK- GVZ HAS TO LET GO!! [Van Zahn rolls up- as soon as Liermann is one millimeter away from the ropes GVZ slices into him with a knife edge chop!!] ***SSSMMMMMAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!*** ***SSSSSSMMMAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!*** ***SSSSMMMMAAAAACKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!*** [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VAN ZAHN JUST UNLOADING ON STEVE LIERMANN! [The fans behind him, Gabriel pushes Steve into the ropes and turns out to irish whip Steve across the ring! Liermann goes right across the ring, crashes into the cables and comes back as GVZ charges as fast as he can with the Running Sick Kick!!] ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** Sean: LIERMANN KNOCKED SIDEWAYS!! AND GVZ INTO THE ROPES- OFF AND FLIES AT THE ARM, TWISTS STEVE OVER AND INTO THE DROP DOWN BACKBREAKER!! SNAP BACK! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND RIGHT INTO THE COVER! GABRIEL WITH THE PIN!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: NO! Not close enough as Steve Liermann kicking out, and grabbing a handful of hair throws the fist right into the face! Gabriel caught as Liermann just unloading from the mat, fists into the head! Steve punching his way up off the mat as he almost lost his debut match! Jim: Van Zahn throttling him back with both arms!! Liermann KICKS him away! Up and throws the lariat GVZ ducked! LIERMANN KICKS HIS HEAD!! [Gabriel gets up and collapses to his knees, fighting to stand again as Steve grabs on the Cobra Clutch, but spins and THROWS Gabriel backwards into the corner! Van Zahn hits the buckles neck-first and whiplashes as he falls to sit!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: NYTEMARE AND LIERMANN AT TOP SPEED!! Jack: INTO THE AIR AND TODESSCHLAG NECKSTOMP ON GVZ!!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Roughly translated that means "DEATH BLOW" and it may make the case! Gabriel is NOT moving after that one and "Sadistic" Steve Liermann with a callous look to the fans, oh "Violent" Victor Frost has gotta be loving this! Liermann dragging Gabriel from the corner and taking up the legs- steps through and puts the Scorpion- Scorpion Deathlock in as he twists the man over and sits down! He has the submission hold cinched in! Jack: And now we find out how much Gabriel can take, as Liermann bending back as far as he can you know he'd love nothing more than to make GVZ tap and a man like that doesn't care, in fact enjoys if he can break some bones in the process! Jim: Hell injuring GVZ would make one heck of a first impression! And do us all a favor too! Sean: And the Ref down and asking GVZ if he wants to quit, the man in obvious pain as sweat runs down his face, floundering as he's trying to get to those ropes- but at 220 pounds he gives up 35 to Steve Liermann and could that slight weight difference make the difference in this high frenetic matchup? [GVZ is in horrible pain as Liermann wrenches back even further on the knees! The fans roar out as Van Zahn gets out an arm, grasping as he fights to find inner strength and force himself to pull them both with both elbows! The fans are cheering as GVZ gets to the side and throws an arm over the bottom rope- but Liermann doesn't care!!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: STEVE LIERMANN WON'T LET GO!! AND THE REF SAYING BREAK! BREAK!! Jim: YOU HAVE A FOUR COUNT! MAKE IT COUNT!! Sean: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! LIERMANN BREAKS IT!! [Gabriel rolls right over as Liermann dives with a Throat Knuckle Punch!! The fans roar out as GVZ is blasted right in his neck! Kicking his legs out, Van Zahn rolls over choking and Liermann scoops up his head and arm, taking him up to his feet and tossing him overhead with the Exploder Suplex!!] [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WHOA GVZ BOUNCING ON HIS SHOULDERS TO SIT UP!! Jack: AND LIERMANN WITH THE TOE KICK NEARLY THROUGH THE CHEST!! Sean: OHHH!! VAN ZAHN KICKED BACK SLIDING INTO THE ROPES WITH THAT ONE!! THE FORCE BEHIND EVERYTHING LIERMANN DOES! [Liermann lunges down shouting german epithets and latching into the neck, raises GVZ up into the air! The fans roar out as Van Zahn grabs the wrists, trying to breathe and Steve spins to SLAM him down with a giant Chokebomb!!] ***WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!!!*** Jack: This man this animal Steve Liermann going right up to the top rope!?! [Steve stands tall- arms out and falls right off the top to crash the Diving Headbutt!! GVZ kicks out in pain as Liermann locks the leg and rolls over on top, bridging as the Referee drops to make the count!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DIVING HEADBUTT AND LIERMANN WITH THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: NO! GVZ GOT THE SHOULDER UP! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Liermann taking that Shoulder and rolling GVZ onto his front! Locking in the Katihajime dragging Gabriel up- and DIVES FORWARD SMASHING THE FACE INTO THE MAT! LOCKS ON THE GRAPEVINE! THE URTEIL! Sean: "JUDGMENT!" GVZ TRAPPED ON HIS FACE IN A DANGEROUS POSITION! NOWHERE NEAR THE ROPES!! [Kicking and struggling, GVZ fights as hard as he can! The Ref is shouting for a tap but Van Zahn shoves up trying to get out of the move, gripping the arm, and rolls the man over to land on Liermann on his back! Van Zahn is being choked out but will not go for the tap! Steve winds even harder as the Referee begins a three count!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: LIERMANN BEING PINNED! AND HE'S FORCED TO RELEASE! [Steve gets up furious as GVZ instantly rolls all the way across the ring! Into the ropes for safety, he gets up and takes a kick to the ribs!! The audience roars as Steve Liermann punches and kicks GVZ in the side, bashing him down to the canvas as the Ref yells out! Liermann goes nuts with stomps into the ribs and Gabriel slides outside for safety!] Jim: GVZ TO HIS KNEES! IS HE SAFE!? Sean: THESE FANS WANT TO SEE HIM GET UP! THEY WANT TO SEE HIM FIGHT! Jack: VAN ZAHN TO HIS FEET LIERMANN THROUGH THE ROPES SUICIDE DIVE!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: GVZ DUCKED AND _CAUGHT_ LIERMANN ON HIS SHOULDERS! AND THROWING HIM HIGH INTO THE AIR!! Jack: GO TO SLEEP!!!!!! ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!*** [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND BOTH MEN DOWN AT RINGSIDE! WOW! WHATTA MATCH!!!! "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" Jim: GABRIEL VAN ZAHN PULLED A GO TO SLEEP OUTTA NOWHERE! [On his hands and knees, sweat running down his face to drip a line from his jaw, GVZ pushes to his feet and reaches over to grab Steve's head. Screaming out he runs the man and tosses him upside down right into the steel steps!!!] ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHH!!!!!!!!*** [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: LIERMANN LAID OUT! AND WHAT IS THIS!? Jim: I DON'T KNOW BUT THESE GUYS ARE EXCITING! GABRIEL -GABRIEL PUSHING LIERMANN OVER THE STAIRS!? Sean: AND CLIMBING BACK UP TO THE RING APRON! THIS CAN'T BE GOOD!! Jack: GABRIEL POINTING TO THE FANS!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND RUNNING ALONG THE APRON! LEAPS INTO THE AIR! LOOK AT THAT HEIGHT! LOOK HOW HIGH HE'S GETTING! AND FIVE STAR FROGSPLASH TO CRASH INTO STEVE LIERMANN RIGHT ACROSS THE STEEL STEPS!!!!! MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MY _GOD_ MAAAANNNNNN!!!! HE MIGHT HAVE KILLED STEVE LIERMANN!!!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN _ANYTHING_ LIKE THAT!!! [GVZ rolls up off the ringmats, the fans roaring out in a huge swell behind him! Liermann crumples off the steel steps, rolling down to the floor to land facefirst. Gabriel grins despite his pains, and fists in the floor of the Tokyo Dome, shoves up with both hands raised!!!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND GVZ RUNNING HIS MOUTH FINISH THE MATCH! FINISH THE MATCH! FINISH THE DAMN FIGHT!!! Jack: VAN ZAHN FEEDING OFF HIS NEWFOUND FANS! AND HEADING AROUND HE TAKES UP STEVE LIERMANN AND CHUCKS HIM BACK INSIDE THE RING! [Gabriel knees right up to the apron, fueled on as he grabs the ropes and slingshots himself over the side to crash down with the Slingshot Senton right into the chest!!] Sean: VAN ZAHN with both legs! And RIPPING STEVE UP! SIT OUT MODIFIED ALABAMA BUSTER!! THE GVZ EFFECT!!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GABRIEL VAN ZAHN HAS THE COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3 NOOOO STEVE LIERMANN KICKS OUT!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WHAT IS THIS MAN _MADE_ OF!?! Jack: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AND GVZ KNOWS HE'S GOTTA PUT THIS MAN DOWN IF HE WANTS TO WIN HIS RINGU FAIA DEBUT!! [Van Zahn drags Liermann up and spins out screaming as he launches Van Zahn backfirst into the corner turnbuckles!! Liermann whiplashes as GVZ leaps to smash the Flashbang Shining Wizard!! He winds around behind to go for the Cross Face Chickenwing but Liermann ducks out and twisting spins to throw GVZ through the ropes and right into the ringpost!! The audience pops as Van Zahn smashes his shoulder!] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Oh No! Liermann able to reverse things! And climbing to sit on the top, how is he DOING This!?! Jim: Nothing fuels "Sadistic" Steve Liermann more than plain and simple unrefined FURY! Liermann dragging GVZ up with him! Locks the head, grabs the arm with both legs! He has Gabriel in a precarious position and STANDING TALL TWISTS OFF THE TOP WITH A SUPER FISHERMAN BUSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ****WWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!!!!!**** [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND BOTH MEN DOWN!!! STEVE LIERMANN ABOUT KILLED GABRIEL VAN ZAHN WITH THE TOP ROPE FISHERMAN BUSTER!!!! Jim: SONNE DESTROYER! BUT DOES LIERMANN HAVE ANYTHING LEFT!? [Steve tries to get up, tries to move but can't as the fans are roaring out! GVZ is almost out, eyes wide open and vacant as his chest heaves from the mat! Liermann forces himself up kneeing over and falls across Van Zahn grabbing the leg under his arm!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GVZ KICKS OUT! HE KICKED OUT! HE SURVIVES YET!!!!! Sean: AND LIERMANN CAN'T BELIEVE IT! EVEN HE IS SHOCKED BY THIS!! Jim: THIS IS ONE HECK OF A SHOWCASE MATCH FOR THESE TWO INCOMING SUPERSTARS! GABRIEL VAN ZAHN AND "SADISTIC" STEVE LIERMANN REALLY COMING TO RINGU FAIA TO IMPRESS AND THESE FANS LOVE IT! [Liermann screams at the Referee and rising up throws down stomps as hard as he can into GVZ, crushing his head and back with brutal boots! Steve wraps his legs around the arms of Gabriel Van Zahn and secures a modified full nelson! Reaching forward as he locks on the legs to pull them back in a Boston Crab, Steve Liermann pulls back, administering the Manacle!!] Jack: MANACLE LOCKED IN AND I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT EITHER! Jim: GVZ BEING TORTURED IN THE DEAD CENTER OF THIS RING! I DON'T SEE HOW HE GETS OUTTA THIS ONE! "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" Sean: AND THESE FANS KNOW IT! THEY WANT TO SEE GABRIEL SURVIVE TO PULL THROUGH AND WIN THIS! BUT I DON'T SEE HOW EITHER!! HE'S NOWHERE NEAR THE ROPES!!! AND HE CAN'T ROLL LIERMANN FOR THE PIN! "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" "GVZ!!!!" Sean: Van Zahn climbing to escape and forcing up, shoving off the canvas but he's trapped, he's caught in the Manacle! GVZ fighting through force of will to try and break free!! [Van Zahn struggles and kicks to get free, shoving up as he pushes for the roll, and trying to turn his head sideways, sinks his teeth into Steve's leg!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ZAHN BITING LIERMANN! STEVE LETS GO!!! Jim: REF UP AND DIDN'T SEE IT! STEVE LIMPING OVER AND GVZ GRAGBS THE HEAD AND REVERSE SWINGING STO!!! GVZ'S END GAME!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VAN ZAHN WITH THE COVER!? 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: GABRIEL VAN ZAHN BEAT STEVE LIERMANN! AND UP AND CELEBRATING WELCOME TO SPW GVZ-- [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: VICTOR FROST JUST RAN OVER GVZ FROM BEHIND!! [The fans boo out as Frost drags him up and GVZ erupts with a fist to the head! Beating Victor back he nails him surprised and throws a kick to the stomach, Gabriel battling with everything he has! The crowd is roaring behind GVZ as he fights the mighty German back but Frost smashes him with a headbutt! Gabriel spits blue mist right into Victor Frost!!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT!? Jack: VAN ZAHN GOT THE JUMP ON VICTOR FROST! HE WAS READY! HE WAS- Sean: RYAN BRADLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Bradley crashes a lead pipe into the back of GVZ! The audience screams as Van Zahn goes a knee and Ryan rips him around, locking the wrist and head in tight- and as the crowd boos out across the Tokyo Dome- he pulls the arm to fall snapping the Ripcord!!!] [MEGA MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: RYAN BRADLEY JUST LAID OUT GVZ WITH THE RIPCORD!! Sean: WHOA! AND LIERMANN AND FROST RECOVERING TO PUT THE BOOTS TO VAN ZAHN! Jim: LIERMANN DRAGGING VAN ZAHN UP AND FROST BARKING ORDERS! STEVE WITH THE IRISH WHIP INTO THE ROPES! AND FROST SNATCHING HIM OUTTA THE AIR!!! [Victor Frost takes GVZ over with the massive Powerslam Driver!! Van Zahn spikes on his head and bounces up off his skull! The audience roars in shock and a wellstream of hate! Victor Frost throws up his arms in a 'V' as Ryan and Steve do the same, Van Zahn sitting up and keeling over from the effects of The Black Mass] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And with that GVZ is knocked out cold. Victor Frost does that tonight he's our new Fusion Champ. "Sadistic" Steve Liermann with the lead pipe in hand, Ryan Bradley standing up what has gotten into this once-promising Superstar?? Really taking orders from this man Frost!? I can't believe that we used to cheer this kid. Jim: Ha well, Gabriel Van Zahn is your winner but, I gotta believe the match was used to send a message to all of SPW and the Fusion title contenders. Victor Frost is deadset on getting that belt and becoming the new Fusion Champion. Motioning for the title as if anyone didn't know, this latest version of the Mass could be the most dangerous one yet. Sean: And speaking of deadly we have the first of three title matches tonight, as for months now the Women's World Title Division has been at a complete war. The top of the card has seen the title belt traded as Jasy beat Tiffany in her debut match, then lost it back in a steel cage match and regained at Angels and Amazons... but suffered an attack earlier tonight from a woman calling herself "Orchid." Either way Jasy has vowed to attack her and refused medical attention. Who is this Orchid woman and why is she even here? We have the three way dance tonight and it's for the World Title now! _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | JASY O'NEIL ~vs~ TIFFANY LANE ~vs~ POET WRIGHT | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [Darkness falls across the arena as the Gregorian chants of "Consumite Furore" begin to play amid clashing cymbals. A gory pendulum begins to swing across the Shootfire Screens, the giant white blade slicing back and forth, running down from its serrated edges. The lights stay in their dark blue shadow as a shrouded form in a gossamer white cloak makes its way out of the back, wheeling a glass box onto the stage! The music begins a somber death march as the lone figure wheels the box down the stage ramp, the fans becoming creeped out by the minute as they shrink back from the guardrails] "Consumite furore Consumite furore Consumite furore Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum Venite in fasinum, O spiritus tenebrarum" [The Gregorian chants continue as the gruesome axe swings heavy across the Shootfire Screens as a cold chill runs through the Tokyo Dome. The box continues its way for the ring, the death march chanting growing louder. The figure pushes the glass box to ringside, and begins to head up the stairs as fast as possible, stepping into the ring in a flash of gossamer robe as the eerie chanting continues on....] [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Magne Asteroth te iubeo Implete hunc lapidem Implete eum viribus Sulfuratis vestris Consumite eum iris vestris Istas vires adsumem! Lubeo te!" [The figure throws back the robe revealing a twisted red mask made of the hair and skin of her captured victims!! The audience pops in horror, the bronze body of Poet Wright clear underneath the bizarre contraption of a black bodysuit, with shootfighter's shinguards and boots. Her tattooed arms evident, Poet raises her hand in a knife edge shape and drops to a knee as the lights flash in darkness] "Venite in facinum, O spiritus tenebrarum Magne Asteroth, te iubeo Consumite eum iris vestris Consumite! Consumite! Consumite! Istas vires adsumem, lubeo te! Lubeo te! Lubeo Te! Lubeo! Lubeo Te!" Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS A THREE WAY DANCE SET FOR ONE FALL, AND IS FOR THE WOMEN'S WORLD TITLE! INTRODUCING FIRST, FROM TRINIDAD, WEIGHING IN AT 153 POUNDS, STANDING 5 FOOT 10, THIS IS POET!!!!!!! WRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "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 hitting Iris Galiver with the Icebreaker onto a chair!!] "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 the Women's World Title! The golden belt with the buxom girl superimposed across the globe sparkles in its white leather casing, diamonds shining bright! 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, Tokyo Japan rocking the arena with devoted cheers!!] Stone: AND HER OPPONENT... 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: Well they love her here in the Tokyo Dome! Jim: Tiffany has competed at all Ringu Faias and this is her third, she is up for the Title belt and has unprecendented success throughout the Asian tour and really anytime she competes in the Land of the Rising Sun. Plus she's gorgeous and has male fans anywhere she goes! Like me, but that's the fate of us sexy people. Sean: Tiffany eyeing Jasy as this should be one hell of a fight, Poet keeps inserting herself in Lane's business, stalking her as it were and this is Tiffany's chance, her chance at redemption. Lane was World Champion for a record three times could this make history tonight and be fourth? Jack: That would be astonishing as we await the arrival of our defending World Champ! [The open guitar riff of "I Love Myself Today" by Bif Naked opens as the fans are on their feet cheering the arrival of new World Champ Jasy O'Neil!] "You left me like a broken doll In pieces as I took the fall for you, you dumb chump! You left me free-falling like space junk Burning up in the atmosphere of life Well I sound like a philosopher but I'm a fool who's off her rocker 'Cause I let you in my heart that one last time I've had enough, made up my mind I'm gonna get up and out and wahhh!" [At the opening of the chorus Jasy comes out on stage dressed in white knee- high boots and white lycra pants, her midriff is exposed to reveal a tanned six pack. She wears a lycra top with a blue triangle across the chest. With short red hair with blonde streaks, Jasy stands glaring through gritted teeth with her golden World Title! The fans get louder for the First Lady of SPW and Hall of Famer. She stops at the top of the stage furious and determined as she prepares to defend and keep her title belt at all costs] "I love myself today Not like yesterday I'm cool, I'm calm I'm gonna be okay! Uh huh I love myself today Not like yesterday Take another look at me now 'Cause it's your last look Your last look forever" [She makes her way down to ring she slaps the hands of the fans along the way. Shouldering the title belt Jasy climbs right into the ring looking around for anyone who might attack her. Climbing up to the second rope, Jasy extends her Title Belt as the Shootfire Faithful pop for the SPW Hall of Famer!!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Well look at you you're all puffed up In that big red truck- but you're outta luck (this time) Well, that's tough 'Cause I'm on fire- too hot to touch with a chatroom full of lovers on the line Gonna step right up. Spit shine my soul I'm gonna be proud and loud and outta control!" [Jasy looks around still feeling the pains from the earlier attack. Striding across the SPW logo, O'Neil crosses the ring to climb the far corner and raises her title belt with both hands to the other side of the frenzied arena!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "I love myself today Not like yesterday I'm cool, I'm calm I'm gonna be okay! Uh huh I love myself today Not like yesterday Take another look at me now 'Cause it's your last look Your last look forever" [The music fades out and the fans are still cheering like mad. Jasolyn heads to the center of the ring, pointing down at the logo and throws her title belt up one last time to a huge and enthusiastic response!!] Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENT, FROM NEW YORK, NEW YORK, WEIGHING IN AT 129 POUNDS, THIS IS THE HALL OF FAMER, THE FIRST LADY OF SPW... THE WOMEN'S CHAMPION OF THE WORRRLLLLD!!!!! JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASY!!!! ONEIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: JASY not in a celebrational mood as she was attacked by the mysterious Orchid earlier tonight and throwing the belt to our Referee GOES RIGHT FOR POET WITH A PUNCH!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] *DINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Jack: Jasy with the fist across the face! Poet to a knee as Tiffany with a kick stomping into Poet's chest! Wright taken down as Lane goes for the strike at Jasy, who ducks and slams into Lane with a forearm shot! Sean: Wright with a kick up from the mat into Jasy's back, knocking her at Lane who locks and steps belly to belly suplex! Jack: Lane over and Poet with the armdrag tossing her on her back! Controlling the arm, and torquing it back but Tiffany with a clawhold into the face, twisting Poet around to run her back into the ropes. Ref saying break and Lane fires a kneelift right into the guts! Jim: You don't go easy on Poet Wright, ever, clean breaks be damned. [Poet gets up as Lane goes for her head and Jasy slams a foream into Tiffany's back! Wright tosses Lane up over her shoulders sending Tiffany high and to the apron, straight to the floor!! The fans pop as Jasy slugs Poet with a hard right hand and taking her by the head, pulls her mask up and smashes Wright headfirst into the top turnbuckle!!] Jack: This is going to be a brawling matchup at the outset, I can tell right away! Jim: Jasy in control as she chokes Poet out against the top rope! LANE FROM THE OUTSIDE PULLS HER OFF HER FEET!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And drags her from the ring into a painful gutbuster! Jack: Jasy held as POET SLINGSHOTS OVER THE SIDE TO LAND THE GUILLOTINE LEGDROP STRAIGHT INTO JASY O'NEIL!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Poet getting up TIFFANY DROPKICKS HER FACE!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Lane in control and dragging up Poet Wright chucks her right inside the ring. Tiffany to the apron and scaling up, the fans watching and slingshot over the side ELBOW right into Poet Wright! Lane with the sprawl and hooks the leg cover- 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: NO POET A KICKOUT AT TWO!! Jack: Wright getting up as Jasy kicks her in the face! No love lost for these competitors! And now with two handfuls of Tiffany's hair, JASY Snapmares Lane upside down into the corner! Jim: Of course there's no love lost! Poet cost them both the title! [Wright pushes to get up just as Jasy meets her with a european uppercut! Poet takes a stagger step off balance and Jasy turns to kick her legs around for the reverse bodyscissors, and rearing up to grab the head kicks out the legs to land the combination on bulldog on Poet Wright/Legdrop on Tiffany Lane!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JASY A HOUSE OF FIRE! AND NOW GOING UP TO THE TOP ROPE!! Jim: JASY TO THE VERY TOP! POET UP AND CRASHES INTO THE TOP ROPE!! Sean: JASY CROTCHED!!! "OHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jack: Poet up and scrambling to climb the buckles, going for the head as she may be setting Jasy up for a superplex! Wright to the top and LANE HAS HER IN THE AIR! JASY PUNCHES POET AND LANE HITS THE JUDGMENT SLAAAMM!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Jasy trying to stand and LANE SHOVES OUT HER LEGS!! Jim: JASY CROTCHED AGAIN!! "OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jim: And Jasy's crotch hasn't taken a beating like that since she "managed" the T3! Jack: Good lord Jim how do you sleep at night!? Jim: With your wife. I DON'T SNORE! Sean: Tiffany climbing the buckles to grab up Jasy and O'NEIL HEADBUTTS HER FACE! Jim: MY GOD NOT HER FACE! Jack: Oh she can borrow the paper bag my wife makes you wear. Sean: Guys! Match! Please! Jack: Yeah wouldn't want to make the virgin jealous. Jasy in control, hauling up Tiffany and gutwrenches her into a delayed... vertical! Wow I can't believe we're seeing this!! FRONT SUPERPLEX THROWING LANE DOWN INTO POET WRIGHT!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WHOA!! AND JASY WITH THE 450 DEGREE FIREBIRD SPLASH CRASHING INTO LANE AND POET WRIGHT!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: SHE HAS THE COVER ON WRIGHT FLATTENED UNDERNEATH!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: TIFFANY RAKES THE EYES OF JASY O'NEIL!! PIN BROKE UP!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Jasy sits back holding her eye as Lane nearly broke a french nail off in her eye socket! O'Neil pulls into the ropes as Tiffany falls off of Poet Wright, the masked psychotic laid out beneath her. Tiffany heads for the ropes, grimacing in pain as she pulls herself up- and the Referee begins a ten count! The fans in Tokyo cheer out egging their Superstars up- as Poet Wright tries to roll over but cannot] Jack: Lane hurting, Jasy damn near blinded and Poet flattened like a pancake as it's Tiffany who will make it to her feet first. The Blonde Bombshell an underrated brawler but her look is what gets the attraction, her wrestling skill however second to none. Jim: People like us always get typecast as eye candy. Sean: Tiffany pulling Poet over, wrapping the legs around her own and sitting back, pulls up on the arms in the Queen Angelito Stretch! Tiffany Lane with the submission in on Poet and will Wright tap!? Is she even cognizant? Jack: The Ref in to see if she will tap and may stop this match- JASY KICKS TIFFANY IN THE NECK!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: RECEIPT FOR THE EYE GOUGE! AND JASY THROWING TIFFANY INTO THE CORNER! Jack: O'NEIL LAYING INTO LANE WITH FISTS! BODY SHOTS!! THE FACE!! JASY WILL BREAK HER FINGERS ON TIFFANY'S HEAD!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: REF IN SAYING GET OFF THE -POET! [Poet jumps off the second buckle and swings the roundhouse kick striking Tiffany off her feet! Landing on her feet Wright turns and Jasy clotheslines her straight into the corner! Grabbing the head, Jasy spins and tosses Poet right over the top rope! The fans cheer out as Wright bounces up off the floor and Jasy slingshots over the side to lock the headscissors and flies back sending Poet into a roll across ringside!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SLINGSHOT HURRICANRANA TO THE FLOOR!! JASY UP AND ROARING TO THE FANS! DRAGS POET UP AND SLINGS HER INTO THE RAILING!! ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHH!!!!*** [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SHE HIT THE GUARDRAIL WITH POET WRIGHT'S RIBS!! [Jasy knife edge chops Poet, knocking her back against the rail as the fans stand up to cheer the Hall of Famer on! Jasy yells to the crowd and pulling Poet's head in by the braids, smacks a huge kneelift as Tiffany Lane comes flying over the top rope into a flip senton that smashes them both into the guardrail!!] ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAASHHHH!!!!*** [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AIR TIFFANY LANE AND EVERYONE IS WIPED OUT!! Sean: LANE DOWN SHE HIT THE GUARDRAIL AS DID THE OTHER TWO!! Jack: TIFFANY UP AND SLAPPING HANDS WITH HER FANS!! [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Pulling the guardrail away from the fans- and now climbing to BALANCE on the rail!? LANE WITH THE ASAI MOONSAULT DOWN INTO THE KNEES OF JASY AND POET!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAMN! BOTH ABLE TO COUNTER AND LANE WIPED OUT! Jim: Talk about going for the kill- each woman knows one move could be the last and that title so valuable to all three of them! But Jasy and Poet took full advantage and now Jasy pulling Poet up- Sean: POET RUNS HER BACKWARDS INTO THE RING APRON!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Why boo!? It's because they fear Poet Wright- all women Superstars do! Jack: She gets booed regardless, because she's a dastardly individual that's why. And should she become World Champ well, I shudder to think what that could mean for the Women's World Division. Poet Wright in control and tosses Jasy O'Neil back inside the ring. Sean: Now's when stamina comes into play, now the superior conditioning of these SPW athletes is what will make or break to save the day. After all no matter what they're all only human, and the human body has a limit- it will quit on you. [Poet whips Jasy into the corner but Jasy bounces off the buckles and throws out the rebound savate kick! It strikes Wright upside the face sending the masked psycho back into the air!! The fans roar out as Poet crashes to the mat and Jasy springs up to the top rope, taking right to the air as she swings out the arm and crashlands into Poet elbowfirst!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JASY HAD ENOUGH TO PULL THE ELBOW FROM HEAVEN AND [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [On the Shootfire Screens, as out on stage, clad in a violet bustier top and black leather tights, the masked woman known as "Orchid" steps out on stage and folds her tan muscular arms together, staring through a steely gaze as she eyes Jasy O'Neil. The fans are roaring as Jasy looks up to see the face of Orchid emblazoned across the three story video towers. Snarling to her feet- she points out threatening the mystery woman, and drops to cover Poet Wright!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ORCHID OUT HERE BUT JASY HAS THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: LANE FROM THE OUTSIDE PULLS JASY OFF OF POET WRIGHT!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WRIGHT SAVED BY LANE!! Tiffany wants to win that title and Jasy up complaining! The Referee up and ordering Lane back in the ring- POET CHARGING!! [Jasy hits a backbridge as Poet misses and slams into the ropes, bouncing back and her back elbow catches the Referee straight between the eyes! The fans scream as the official goes down in a heap! Poet looks out and Tiffany reaches under the ropes, grabbing Wright and ripping her from the ring to pancake her directly into the floor!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: TIFFANY PUT POET DOWN! AND JASY -SLINGSHOTS OVER THE SIDE! HURRICANCAUGHT BY TIFFANY!! Sean: LANE HAS JASY IN THE AIR AND POWERBOMBS HER ACROSS THE GUARDRAIL!!! "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jack: DAMN JASY BENT IN HALF! THE HUMAN BODY NOT MADE TO BEND THAT WAY! Jim: ...nah too easy. Sean: Jasy wrecked and Poet down, Tiffany now instantly dragging O'Neil over and chucks her inside the ring, climbing to the very top and ducks down low- [Lane throws up her head letting her golden hair flash over and rain down her back as the fans cheer out! Tiffany leaps straight out into the Swanton Bomb crashing down across Jasy O'Neil! The fans cheer like crazy as Lane bridges back to hook the pin!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: BOMBSHELL BOMB!! BOMBSHELL BOMB! BUT NO REF TO COUNT THE PIN! Jim: WOOT! LANE HIT HER FINISHING MANEUVER BUT THE REF IS DOWN!! [The Referee not moving, Lane yells out a string of curses and throwing the leg down, gets up to go for the Referee but instead turns to throw the angry stomp into the back of Jasy's head! Jasy knees up, lip busted open and Lane aggravates the situation by smashing her hip straight into O'Neil's face! Dragging her around in the front facelock, Tiffany suplexes Jasy up and dumps her across the top rope!] Jack: OOH hung her out to dry! And Lane running the buckles, springboard off the second buckle to fly back kicking out the leg JASY PULLS BACK! LANE HITS THE MAT ON HER ASS! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: She'll need a special pillow after that one! Sean: And Jasy with the slingshot shoulderdive but Lane rolled away! Yet Jasy comes up from the dive roll into a run across the ring! Tiffany up and sails to the mat as O'Neil hops over top LANE kicks out the leg trips her! JASY hits the second rope! Jack: AND POET SMASHES HER WITH A BURLAP SACK!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OH!! JASY DOWN AND GRIPPING HER SKULL! WHAT WAS IN THAT!? Jack: I Don't Know!! But Poet nailed her good! Lane to her feet as Wright slides in and Poet swinging the back at Lane- Tiffany ducking under our Referee still down- Lane with the spinning heel kick and Poet dodges the leg and catching the wrist, pirouette into a spinning roundhouse kick to the face! Jim: OH! Back Heel Kick from Poet! Spins into a second! And a third back heel kick finds its mark! What is this, a maniacal dance from Poet Wright!? And a final kick blasts Tiffany down!! Again with the bag what is in it!?? [The fans are booing as Poet stands tall and holding the bag over the SPW logo- opens it wide and turns it over to dump out a pile of shining thumbtacks all over the powder blue canvas!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JASY UP! AND POET SNEAKING AROUND AND LEAPS INTO THE AIR! SHE CLEARS THE TACKS AND SPIKES JASY INTO THEM WITH THE POETRY SLAAAAAMMM!!!! [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: POET JUST PUT JASY IN THE TACKS!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!! [Jasy kicks and screams rolling out of the ring, falling off the apron as tacks are sticking out of her skin and clothes!! Poet looks down with a cold stare, and dragging Tiffany Lane up- looks to do the same then changes her mind. Grabbing a handful of hair, she runs Lane headfirst into the top turnbuckle! Lane crashes in hard, stepping back as Poet jumps to fire the kneelift right under the jaw! Tiffany falls back into the ropes and Poet picks her up to sit her facing the crowd! The fans are booing out as Lane is halfway out!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: I can't look, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and Poet about to rearrange her features for good! Sean: She wanted in this match, she knows exactly what she's in for getting into the ring against a sadistic monster like Poet Wright- she ended Tommy Jackson's career by sending her off the stage in a glass coffin! And now looking to kill the career of "The Blonde Bombshell" Tiffany Lane!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Poet Wright climbs the buckles as Tiffany Lane is hunched over, Wright standing tall facing the ring as she grabs up Lane's golden hair and pulls her head in between her legs. The fans are booing out as Wright locks down the waist, as the spotlights reflect off the thumbtacks in the middle of the ring. As the fans roar out, hoping against hope Poet wrenches Tiffany up into the air!!] Jack: NOO! POET WRIGHT FOR THE SUPERBOMB INTO THE TACKS!!!!! Jim: I CAN'T LOOK!!!!! Sean: WRIGHT LEAPING INTO THE AIR!!! FLYING LANE ACROSS THE RING- [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: LANE REVERSING INTO A MID-AIR HURRICANRANA!!!!!! Jim: HOLY GOD! Sean: IN THE AIR AND THROWING WRIGHT BOTH WOMEN INTO THE TACKS!!!! ****WWWWWHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!!!**** [EARTH SHATTERING CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: POET WRIGHT WENT INTO THE TACKS AND LANE DID TOO!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT BLOOD! BLOOD EVERYWHERE!! "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" Jim: WRIGHT IS ROLLING AROUND, TACKS STICKING OUT OF HER BACK!! LANE HAS TACKS IN HER LEGS!! MY GOD THE GRUESOME HORROR OF IT ALL! LINES OF RED ALL OVER TIFFANY'S THIGHS AND LEGS, WRIGHT LIKE A PINCUSHION!!! "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" "SPW!!!!" Jack: MY GOD MAN! HOW BADLY DO THEY WANT TO BE THE CHAMP!?! Jim: POET KICKING HER HEELS IN THE MAT!! Sean: JASY COMING IN CLOSE! Jack: POET THROWS A BUNCH OF TACKS RIGHT AT HER FACE!!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JASY SPUN AROUND TO DODGE THEM!!! TURNING AND Jim: POET KNIFE KIPS UP AND JUMPS RIGHT INTO THE MEET MS. WRIGHT SUPERKICK!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND JASY DUCKED IT! Jim: POET SLAMS THE KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: JASY IS DOWN AND KICKING! AND POET WITH THE ROLL OVER AND TURNING IT INTO THE GOGOPLATA!!! JASY ALMOST NEAR THE ROPES!! [Lane drags herself across the thumbtacks, blood running from her legs to stain the mat! Jasy struggles as Poet's leg is locked in under her throat, Wright choking the life out of the Hall of Famer!! The fans are roaring as Jasy flails, trying to get free as Lane is crawling through the tacks- almost to them both- and suddenly Jasy is forced to tap! She taps and the Ref immediately calls for the bell!] [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: POET WRIGHT WINS AS JASY'S COUGHING UP BLOOD!! THIS MATCH IS OVER!! Stone: AND YOUR WINNER!! AND NEEEWWWWW CHAMPION OF THE WORRLLLD!! POET! WRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHT!!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Tiffany collapses, bleeding all over the mat as Jasy tries to breathe, spitting up red with Poet Wright down on her back, the Referee somehow able to take the title belt from Amber and drape it across the chest of Poet Wright. Wright is about out from exhaustion as the Referee is on a knee, pointing to the new World Champ as the audience roars!!!] Jack: Poet Wright taking this match to the seventh circle of hell and walking through fire to come out in possession of the Women's World Title. This title has changed hands a record number of times and now, now around the waist of Poet Wright once again, her second Women's World Title here in SPW. Jim: You know as Paramedics enter the ring, I'm watching this and I'm just amazed, these three gave it their absolute all and Poet Wright able to survive this, this maniacal spectacle of a match, but not one of these competitors will ever forget this fight at Ringu Faia... credit the devious mind that is Poet Wright with finding a way to destroy herself and everyone to get that title belt. Sean: I'm in shock myself, but we've got a new World Champion in Poet Wright, congratulations to that psycho Superstar, if she fights anywhere near as hard as she did to get it, as she does to keep it, we could be seeing that belt around her waist a long, long time. And Orchid- wait a second we forgot about Orchid well, that woman gone from the stage, disappeared in the conclusion. What is she all about? Jack: Poet Wright your winner ladies and gentlemen... wow whatta fight. Talk about amazing- and Ringu Faia continues. [Poet Wright falls from the ring, title belt in hand as blood runs down off her arms, staining the white leather casing with numerous red streaks. The crowd is roaring in the background but Wright doesn't hear it, staggering up the aisle like the living dead with tacks still sticking out of her arms and back. The fans are shouting but Wright continues her death march, treading up the steel ramp as inside the ring, Jasy lays out on the canvas, Tiffany resting in the corner as tributaries of blood coat her athletic legs] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [The camera cuts to the door outside of Andrew Davis' locker room. Obvious by the oversize golden star on the front of the door. Propped up on the door handle is a card...the camera zooms in showing a masked luchadore pointing at a dark character who is walking away from the ring in shame. A large crowd is around them also pointing at the dark character...] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [The Tokyo Dome. Fabled setting for a thousand glittering nights, torn from the storied history books of the ranks of puroresu. Here tonight itÕs home to another entity, however, the stars of Shootfire Pro Wrestling, come forth to enter the Ringu Faia once again. In the calm before the pay-per-view storm, fans stream into the arena, taking their places amongst what is sure to be many thousands of others. The SPW ring sits ready in the center, primed for the battles that will soon commence. Some minor testing of the sound system echoes across the open expanse, followed by an announcement in Japanese that goes understood by many, but not all of the inhabitants here tonight. Included in that number is one man who watches the slowly filling scene from a distance, peering from backstage near the ÔgorillaÕ position, taking in the legendary stage of epic conflicts past, and those that are sure to come.] ÒYou ready, kid?Ó [Scott Starring hears the words, but doesnÕt respond. Blue eyes flickering from the ring to the large, bold SPW logo displayed high and prominent at the back of the arena.] ÒScotty?Ó [Starring turns belatedly at his name. Van Wild stands nearby, much like him dressed in his ring attire and a black and red ÒRingu FaiaÓ T-shirt. Loosening up stiff limbs before their impending tag team war, Wild stands near to SPW stalwart, Toxic Shock, with expectant microphone in hand. Starring nods.] Starring: Yeah. IÕm ready. LetÕs do it. [Tox takes that as his cue, nodding to the nearby camera man, who lets the good times roll.] Tox: Alright. Scott, VanÉ first of all, I didnÕt think weÕd maybe ever see this night again, the two of you side by side after everything thatÕs gone down in the past, and the winding road we took to get you back here to Shootfire. Does it feel good to be back? [Starring turns a glance to Wild, then around at his surroundings, before finally back to Shock.] Starring: I donÕt know how it feels, actually, Tox. Kinda canÕt still believe IÕm here, if you really wanna know. Ask me again after the match. Maybe IÕll have an answer by then. Tox: Okay. But youÕve got to have a lot of memories here in Tokyo, right? I mean, this is where you and Adrian Tanner reclaimed the world tag team championships from the RedÑ [Starring holds up a hand to cut him off.] Starring: Tox, sorry, man, but IÕm notÉ IÕm not here to rehash old news. ThatÕs ancient history as far as IÕm concerned. WhatÕs done is over. IÕve got a chunk of my life that I spent way too long trying to make sense of, or just plain forget. IÕm over that. That time is dead and gone. If IÕm back in SPW, and I still canÕt believe IÕm saying those words, then IÕm here to make up for lost time. IÕm here to get back what I had in this company before any of the past two years ever went down. Tox: And that starts here tonight? In a match against a man in DeathKnell that has made your life a living hell in recent weeks, Van. Wild: Yeah, thatÕs right. ItÕs no secret this guy has beat my ass all over Asia the past couple of months. ItÕs also no secret that IÕve been struggling to keep on going, just to get to this point. But you know, you asked Scotty how it feltÉ well to me, it feels pretty damn good. IÕve said it before, Tox, beat me down but you canÕt keep me down. Not when thereÕs something worthwhile waiting at the end of it. And this right here? [Gestures to Starring and himself.] Wild: _This_ is worth it. This is worth every bump in the road to Ringu Faia. This is worth two years of a few up times and a whole lotta downs. This is worth going out there tonight, if the fates decreed, and getting nailed to the wall by a psycho giant and his whacked-out crew of freaks. Tox: And you share that same sentiment, Scott? [Starring looks at Wild, then cracks the slightest smirk.] Starring: General theme aside, I donÕt intend for it to turn out that way. You can put our back to wall any night of the week, but anyone that knows us knows thatÕs just where we start getting good. These guys think maybe theyÕve got the numbers game on their side? Jean Pierre Celine, a guy that you gotta know anyone that worships Vile ÒVinceÓ Viper is about as twisted as they come. Real XtremeÉ [A look of disgust passes across his face.] Starring: Yeah, less said about them the better. Like tag team, like manager, like son, as far as IÕm concerned. ButÉ tonightÕs not the night to speak ill about the dead. [He glances back to Wild, as if expecting the ÒeasyÓ look that comes his way. He turns back to Tox.] Starring: And as for Deathknell? I donÕt think anybodyÕs got this freakshow figured out. Some people think heÕs a laughing-stock, to others heÕs a nightmare. The truthÕs probably somewhere in between. But if you strip away all the smoke and mirrors, youÕve still got a big, bad dude with a liking for pain, intent on laying it on the two of us. But that getÕs old. And itÕs been done before. And weÕre _still_ standing here right now. So if he thinks thatÕs how itÕs gonna go down tonight? I donÕt think so. If my past is dead and buried, then my future starts _tonight_. IÕm tired of my history in this company being written by someone else, and if Deathknell thinks heÕs really gonna spell our ÒDOOMÓ? Then heÕd better guess again. Because heÕs gonna find out right here at Ringu Faia, that any rumors you may hear about our impending demiseÉ [He looks back once more at Van, who nods and gives an agreeing grin. Starring turns back to look straight into camera, with focus and intention in his gaze. Then he flashes a grim smile of his own.] Starring: Éhave been _very_ greatly exaggerated. [And with a pointed nod, Starring turns and walks out of the shot. Wild, left behind, chuckles to himself, and claps Toxic Shock on the shoulder.] Wild: Stay tuned, Tox. I got a feeling itÕs gonna be a hell of a night... [And with an energy in his step thatÕs been missing for a while, he follows his partner to war. Fade out.] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [Jean Pierre Celine is freaking out in the back as Real Xtreme are on hand, Vik Avatar is sitting against a cinderblock wall, holding a towel to his head and wincing in pain. The fans cheer out as Avatar stares ahead, Jimmy Graves there to flash a light in his eyes, trailing it back and forth as Vik curses] Vik: God Freakin A Doc get that thing outta my eye or I'm shoving it up your ass! Did you morons catch who jumped me? Lance: No way all we found was this- what is this? James: It's a it's a playing card. [The camera zooms in on the palm of his hand to show the card. A large giant of a man will be wearing Jester's attire, dancing and parading around in front of a masked luchadore sitting on a throne enjoying the show! Jean Pierre rips the card away and Vik curses out, eyes boiling] Vik: Damnitfuckinshit! I'm gonna murder that Mexican freak- I'm gonna : YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] : ALL OF YOU WILL STAY HERE AND STOP CAUSING ME GRIEF AND HARDSHIP. I HAVE A TITLE TO WIN AND YOU'VE ALREADY PROVED INCAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING MORE THAN DISTRACTING ME. I AM GOING TO BE FUSION CHAMPION, THEY WILL ALL FEEL MY SPACE ANGEL DROP- SO STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL MAKE THAT HEAD WOUND LOOK LIKE A PAPERCUT! Vik: Yes sir. [Jean Pierre shakes his head, straigtening up as he adjusts his new snakeskin tie. Smiling he waggles a finger at Real Xtreme and scurries to catch up with his tag team partner. DeathKnell stops...] : THAT MEANS YOU TOO!! JPC: SACRE BLOO! [DeathKnell continues on his way towards the ring, walking as his likeness is shown across the giant three story video towers... the fans in Tokyo roaring at his colossal approach, some rushing away from the railings in fear!!] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | Fusion Grand Prix Group A SemiFinals | | | | ANDREW DAVIS vs DEATHKNELL vs EL REY FUTURO | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [The lights in the arena turn gold. As the light turns, white rose pedals fall from the top of the arena mixing in mysteriously with the gold light. After a few silent moments we hear the Mexico City Pilharmonic Orchesta and The National Youth Orchestra Of Mexico blending together to produce a classical sounding Mexican beat. As the beat picks up we hear a group of female Mexican Sopranos in a chant.] "We Present The Bendecido We Give You The Chosen The Bendecido Is Coming Welcome The Bendecido" [A Gregorian chant begins until the voice of Sonora Martinez comes over the PA] "I Present _YOU_ EL REY FUTURO" "The King Has Come" [The beat picks up mixing in the classical Mexican Orchestra sound with Sonora Martinez's bands rock sound. El Rey Futuro comes from the back with a spotlight on him wearing his normal attire with a white cape with his symbolic picture of a Priest with his hands together, with a crown on his head in a gold color. The crowd lets out a cheer as Futuro makes his way to the ring.] "The Legend Of Futuro Is Here You Want The Best? We're Giving It To You You Want The King?! He Has Come" [The music continues as Futuro is followed with the spotlight on him, he reaches out touching the hands of a few fans. Futuro makes his way up the steel steps before leaping over the top rope and whipping his cape off, throwing in to Amber at ringside] Stone: FROM LEON MEHECO... WEIGHING IN AT 239 POUNDS AND STANDING 6 FOOT 2, HE IS! ELLLLL RRRRRRRRRRRREEEEYYY FUUUTUUUURRRRRRRRRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] #DOOM# #DOOM# [The lights cut out. The arenaÕs water sprinklers go off, setting off a collective groan from the audience. What a ridiculously self-indulgent entrance, this spectacle has to haemorrhage money every time to the struggling company lets him out. Red spot lights start to search through the crowd, furthering the audienceÕs irritation, before finally coming to a rest on the ceiling. The fans roar out as they point to the sky and from the roof of the Tokyo Dome a giant object begins to lower!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [And thatÕs when you see him.] [ÒDies Irae Mass RequiemÓ by Verdi starts to BLAST over the PA system as you take in the awesome sight.] [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [On cue with the music, DEATHKNELL starts to get lowered down from the ceiling. Steel chains hook around rings in his back, tugging his flesh a few inches off his body, while keeping the large man suspended in the air. A wave of dread starts to fill the crowd as they start to realize what an intimidating live force this man is. No matter how questionable a barbarian gimmick is in this day and age, Deathknell is fucking scary. His arms outstretched to maintain balance; DeathKnell continues to sink down to your level. Flashbulbs go off, taking in this outrageous spectacle!!! The children and adults as well shirk back in fear as the unholy behemoth descends to the canvas of the ring] #DOOM# [DeathKnell is finally lowered down to the canvas. Feet touching the ground, DeathKnell flashes his glowing red eyes towards Futuro, reaching down to disconnect the chains from his leg rings. Switching his hatful glare to the fans, DeathKnell yanks the chains away from his back, letting the skin snap back into place. The chains clank against one another as they fly around in the air. Reaching behind his back, DeathKnell starts to remove the last chains and El Rey stands with arms folded, staring out at the big man monster who just turns his horrid head, swiveling it down to leer at Futuro!!] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, D E A T H K N E L L ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: What a spectacle as never before seen, the entrance of DeathKnell in Tokyo Japan for Ringu Faia- -he is the biggest and meanest athlete on our roster! Jim: He strikes fear into the hearts of all mankind and El Rey Futuro already drew first blood by attacking Vik Avatar in the back- does this Wrestling Champion from Mexico really know what he's doing? Has he EVER seen ANYTHING like the monstrous DeathKnell in all his years? Sean: And now awaiting the entrance of Andrew Davis. [The lights go out throughout the arena and 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 Videotowers in Tokyo Japan! First, a large 'D' appears on left screen tower] D "Flashing lights, lights" [Next, 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 both Shootfire Screens, and "D A V I S" reappears spelled across both. 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] [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" Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENT, FROM HOLLYWOOD CALIFORNIA! WEIGHING IN AT 230 POUNDS HE IS THE SECOND EVER GRAND SLAM CHAMPION, HE IS THE HOLLYWOOD HERO, THE LIGHTWEIGHT LEGEND... HE IS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNDDDDRRRREEWWWWW DDDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVIISSS!!!!! [MEGA GIGANTIC HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS in the ring and we are finally ready to get set and go into our Semi Finals Matchup! This is triple threat rules meaning one man is out of the match and must be tagged in but the first pinfall scores the win! We will have Davis taking on Futuro versus DeathKnell and the winner goes on tonight to take on "Violent" Victor Frost in the Fusion Grand Prix finals! Sean: And I can't wait to see what happens as you can be sure all three will be bringing their A Game tonight! This will be the best we've ever seen out of these three formidable fighters as the very best compete here in Shootfire Pro! Jim: And it looks like DeathKnell going to step over the top to await on the apron, smart and wise strategy from the big man to pace himself as we will begin with Andrew Davis and El Rey Futuro in the ring. Yeah I can't wait I know all of them will bring out their very best! DeathKnell could very well be wrestling three matches tonight- but this fight in particular all about surviving to go on to face Frost for the new SPW Championship. *DING DING DING* [El Rey runs in for the lockup as Davis swings the roundhouse kick! Rey ducks underneath and spins around to throw the forearm smash, but Andrew ducks that and fires a kick to the side! El Rey catches the leg and hammers it with a series of elbows down into the thigh- and Davis counters with an Enzugiri!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND THESE SUPERSTARS WASTING NO TIME! Jim: EL REY DUCKED BUT DAVIS LANDED ON HIS KICKING FOOT!! Sean: AND DAVIS KICKS RIGHT BACK NAILING HIM ON THE REBOUND! [Futuro goes back staggering as Andrew shoves him into the ropes! El Rey hits the side and comes back as Davis tosses him with the high hiptoss but its enough for Futuro to land out of the flip right on his feet! El Rey lets the back savate kick fly just as Andrew pulls his face back and Futuro's boot just grazes past his chin!] [CROWD POPS!] Jack: Davis with the scoop up on El Rey Futuro for the bodyslam FUTURO counters with the armdrag takeover! Davis rolling up and El Rey with the kip up goes for the hiptoss on Davis- blocked and Andrew nails him with a short arm clothesline!! Sean: DeathKnell looking on, arms folded with an icy stare from the statue of a giant. Bear in mind this is a tag rules in a Triple Threat, not a three way dance. Jack: Andrew Davis dragging Futuro up by his mask, El Rey to his knees has Davis' wrist with both hands! [Futuro swings out his legs to trip Davis off his feet, latching the drop toehold to send Andrew rolls over onto his back as Futuro charges up breaking into a run! He turns to slam off the side and snaps down with the diving corkscrew elbow! DeathKnell shakes his head, glaring out as Andrew sits up in pain] Jack: Davis dragging Futuro to his feet and slugging him across the jaw! Just blasting him into the ropes and El Rey off the side, Andrew with the spinning roundhouse thrust kick straight into the stomach! Has the arms for the Double Underhook DDT- Sean: Futuro breaking free short arm forearm DAVIS backbridges!! [Andrew bends back up and hits a back elbow without looking as Futuro goes into the ropes, the Ref saying break but Andrew is in on his mask, digging his fingers into the eyesockets!! The audience is booing and Futuro counters with a kneesmash to the guts, locking the head and doing a front flip to land the flying neckbreaker!!!] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND HE GOT HIM! FUTURO ADVANCING TO THE FINALS!? 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: DAVIS kicked out got the shoulder up he did not get him no! Has the arm, open knife edge chop to the chest!! Futuro pulling Davis up Andrew with the high kick extension nails the shin to the face! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Davis with the elbow to the face, and fist to the stomach, shooting in has the man over his shoulder and throws Futuro over his back WRONG MOVE FUTURO ON HIS FEET TAKING DAVIS UP AND INTO THE TILT-A-WHIRL SLAAAM!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: I can barely even keep up with these guys they're so fast and so talented it's bananas man, what the hell is going on!! Sean: They want to win this match and advance to the finals as Andrew Davis trying to get up as El Rey irish whipping him hard into the corner! The fans are cheering an El Rey sailing to land on Davis- and pulls back into the Huge Monkey Flip!! [Davis flips out and lands on his feet! Running across the ring he leaps from buckle to buckle and kicks off backwards as El Rey lunges underneath him, missing his legs as Davis lands in the backflip and leaps with the spinning crescent kick but Futuro ducks as the leg misses his face and lands on the top rope! Reaching over El Rey grabs the tag rope and winds it around and around Andrew's ankle, then snaps a kick to the standing leg, pulls away and snaps a kick into the small of the back- and leaps to jump shooting the leg lariat that smashes Davis over the side!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: AND ANDREW DAVIS TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR!! [Davis hits the apron and flies to crashland into the blue mats at ringside! The fans are roaring as El Rey runs the far side and charges to leap but Andrew pulls away! El Rey flies his neck and shoulders into the top rope- and springs back to land on his feet right before slingshotting over the side to catch the falling Hurricanrana on Andrew Davis sending the man rolling across ringside!!!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS rolling up and falling down, overwhelmed as El Rey Futuro comes around the ring! The fans cheering out and Andrew up and crawling in! Scampering as fast as he can Andrew Davis up and TAGS OUT TO DEATHKNELL!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DEATHKNELL IN OVER THE TOP ROPE AND SLUGS DAVIS INTO A SPIN!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WHAT THE HELL! COME ON MAN! GEEZ!! Jack: DAVIS LAID OUT AND DEATHKNELL SHOUTING DOWN! Sean: FUTURO TO THE TOP ROPE!! [El Rey is perched on the top turnbuckle pad, crouched down as DeathKnell turns his head and El Rey comes off the buckles shooting out his legs to smash into DK with the Front Missile Dropkick! DeathKnell goes all the way back into the ropes but does not fall down! El Rey gets up and charging leaps into a dive roll to come up smashing the clothesline in as hard as he can!!] Jack: WHOA! TALK ABOUT IMPACT!! Sean: EL REY ON THE SECOND ROPE AND PUMMELING DEATHKNELL! TAKING THE FIGHT TO THE MONSTROSITY!! Jim: DEATHKNELL THROWS HIM DOWN! Jack: Futuro bounces off his back, getting up as DeathKnell throws out the big boot and El Rey is able to roll under the foot just as it misses! DeathKnell turns with a lariat that would have taken Rey's head off had it hit! [Futuro runs across the ring and springs to the second rope, flying back with the press but DeathKnell catches him! El Rey punches him in the throat! DeathKnell drops him as Futuro wrenches the massive arm over, torquing the limb as best he can and aims a dropkick right into the knee!] Sean: El Rey trying to wear the big man down, this proud Mexican Superstar knows no such thing as fear! El Rey Futuro twisting the arm over again, and drops to slam the Fujiwara armbar no! DeathKnell has a palm on the canvas and shoving up! Jim: DEATHKNELL BREAKING THE ARMBAR WITH SHEER STRENGTH!! [DeathKnell pulls El Rey in and locking the waist, rips him up to slam the Saito Suplex! Rolling over he gets up nailing Futuro with a Backdrop Suplex! Rolling over again he takes the popular athlete up and drives him down with a Tear Drop Suplex, bouncing the man on his shoulders and neck!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: El Rey Futuro turned inside out by the massive suplexes of DeathKnell! And he desperately needs to tag out! Jim: No kidding but if he does he risks being out of the action and could lose by not even being in the ring! El Rey crawling as DEATHKNELL WITH THE FLYING ELBOW!! ***WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!*** Sean: FUTURO MOVED!! DEATHKNELL MISSED! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEATHKNELL UP AND FUTURO OUT TO TAG TO ANDREW DAVIS! NOOO! DAVIS WANTS NONE OF IT! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: FUTURO YELLING AND DEATHKNELL CRASHES IN THE AVALANCHE!! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jim: FLATTENED HIM! AND DAVIS WITH THE CHEAPSHOT ON FUTURO! Jack: OH COME ON! NO REASON FOR THAT ANDREW!! Sean: WAIT A SECOND- REF SAYING THAT WAS A TAG!?! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WHAT! NO! HE- URGH! [DeathKnell grabs Davis and launches him in over the side! The fans roar out as Andrew rolls up in pain and DeathKnell steamrolls through him with a running back body drop! Davis flies through the air, yelling before he tucks his head and slams down hard on his lower back! The fans roar out as Andrew knees up hurting and DeathKnell clotheslines him right in the back of his head!!] Jack: OH And that can't be good for anyone. DeathKnell with one leg of Andrew Davis Sean: AND RIPS HIM INTO THE AIR TO THROW HIM ACROSS THE RING!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Davis tries to land on his feet catches his own legs up and falls down crashing his head into the bottom turnbuckle! The fans are cheering as DeathKnell backs up across the ring- and as Andrew tries to pull himself up DK comes at him charging to drive the shoulder but Davis is able to swing himself through the ropes, upside down as DeathKnell crashes into the corner- Davis' boots coming right up to catch his face!!] Jim: WHOA! DEATHKNELL OFF BALANCE!! Sean: DAVIS TO THE TOP LIKE A CAT! Jack: DAVIS UP AND DEATHKNELL TURNS AROUND! DAVIS LEAPING TO FLY!!! [Andrew sails through the air as cameras flash and DeathKnell throws up his arms as Davis catches his head, and swings his legs around for the A.D.H.D but DeathKnell throws him off! Andrew lands on his feet as the audience pops and instantly leaps to catch the head and slams DeathKnell with the Headshot!!] [MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ANDREW DAVIS CAUGHT DEATHKNELL WITH THE HEADSHOT! AND THE COVER! Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: DEATHKNELL THROWING DAVIS OFF OF HIM! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!] [Davis slams on his guts, gasping as he gets up and lunges for Futuro's corner, in and diving as El Rey catches the tag and gets inside, as DeathKnell shoves up charging at him El Rey goes for the Powerslam but as he takes DK into the air he can't hold him and the massive weight of DeathKnell falls right on him!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH! AND DEATHKNELL PULLING EL REY UP ACROSS HIS BACK! HOLDS AND JUMPS TO SIT HE NAILED THE H-BOMB!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Futuro flops to the canvas, shaking and twitching as he tries to push up. The fans are roaring out in shocked surprise at the brutal strength of DeathKnell. Getting up to full height, the monster goes for the kill as he applies the abdominal stretch, pulling back on the face and standing tall wrenches Futuro into the air over his head with the Exploder Suplex!!] Jack: FUTURO THROWN OVER THE SIDE!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: MY GOD LOOK AT THE AIR! Sean: NO! HE CAUGHT IT! [El Rey catches the top rope and slinging himself back to stand on the apron, ducks a shot from the giant and nails a shoulder into the stomach! Pulling himself in through DeathKnell's legs, El Rey slides up and slams the shoulder right into the back of the knee!] Sean: Did you SEE that landing, that series, that agility in effect!! And Futuro just so quick! DeathKnell down to a knee and El Rey into the ropes comes off the side takes to the air to hook the big man's head and switching arms swings around dropping DeathKnell on his skull! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SLINGBLADE FROM EL REY FUTURO! [The fans cheer out as El Rey works the fans, posing in a seated position with his back to DeathKnell..with his fist to his forehead looking to pray for a few moments before sliding around and hooking DeathKnellÕs leg for a pinfall attempt!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD POPS!!!!] Jack: DEATHKNELL KICKS OUT! To his feet he still has some left in him! Sean: OF course he does and he has his match with Wild & Starring set as well. DeathKnell could become not only Fusion Champion but crush the reunion of this legendary tag team as well! Jim: DeathKnell can do anything he wants as Futuro going to tag to Andrew Davis! Jack: Davis dropping down!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: What!? El Rey yelling at Andrew Davis and turns around to face DeathKnell- goes to duck DAVIS TRIPS UP HIS LEG!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I can't believe it! Davis scrambling up to the top rope as DEATHKNELL TAKING FUTURO UP AND SMASHES THE BELLY TO BELLY!! Jim: OH! And Futuro hurting as Andrew Davis hung him out to dry! Sean: Is anyone surprised!? I mean, Really? Is anyone surprised!! Jack: El Rey Futuro getting up, still in this one as DeathKnell turning to see Davis on the top rope!! Andrew Davis scrambling to the very top to interfere! DEATHKNELL GRABS HIM!! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND ROCKET LAUNCHES HIM INTO EL REY FUTURO!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Futuro catches Davis and slams him with the Bomb De Ray! The fans roar out as DeathKnell crashes right into Futuro from behind sending him into a front flip!! Tokyo comes alive as DeathKnell roars out- and pulling at the arms and gets the knee in the back for the Space Angel Drop! Futuro's head snaps up and he sits out bridging to his feet to turn inside and dropkicks out the knee! The fans roar in surprise as El Rey Futuro takes DeathKnell over with the inside cradle!!] [FANS SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS STOPPING THE REF! SAYING HE'S THE LEGAL MAN!?! Jim: WHAT! DEATHKNELL TOSSED HIM! HE TAGGED OUT! Sean: THE HELL! [Futuro holds DeathKnell as best he can but the monster keeps struggling and finally breaks free! Andrew Davis leaps through the air off of Futuro's back to catch DeathKnell's head, swinging out the legs for the Headshot and DeathKnell STOs Davis straight through Futuro!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEATHKNELL WITH THE COVER ON ANDREW DAVIS AND EL REY FUTURO!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: WHAT I THOUGHT DEATHKNELL WASN'T LEGAL! Jack: DAVIS IS! HE WOULD HAVE GOT THE PIN! [Futuro rises and Davis leaps the shoulder into the knees, DeathKnell staggering as Futuro takes flight with the soaring enzugiri! DeathKnell's head whips up as Andrew sends the Dropkick straight into the side of his head! El Rey jumps in with the reverse body scissors, kipping up to catch the head and spikes the Sit-Out Bulldog!] Sean: Futuro beating down DeathKnell in the corner! And DAVIS WITH THE SUPERKICK PAST EL REY RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE!!! ****CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!!!!**** Jack: EL REY PULLING DEATHKNELL OUT- DAVIS WITH THE DOUBLE AXE IN BETWEEN THE SHOULDER BLADES!! Jim: AND SCHOOLBOY ON EL REY FUTURO FROM BEHIND!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: HE HAS THE TIGHTS!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Andrew Davis rolls right out of the ring with a broad smile on his face! El Rey is on his knees, glaring out dejected as he raises a finger towards Andrew, Davis backing up the aisle and all smiles as he tells El Rey, "Nice Match!" The fans in Tokyo are booing in severe disappointment as Davis grins, turning his back as he makes his way up the aisle. Before he leaves he motions for the Fusion Championship and strides up the ramp with confidence and pride. DeathKnell stands in the corner, glaring out through his evil mask as El Rey leaves the ring fast, eyes still locked on the vacating Andrew Davis. Standing on the stage, as Kanye West blares throughout the Tokyo Egg Dome, Andrew smiles with hands on hips as he points at El Rey and DeathKnell, telling him they can have the first crack at his brand new title] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Mr. Arrogance himself steals a win - DeathKnell attacked him and he was the legal man using the tights to get the jump on El Rey Futuro. The ultimate opportunist, Andrew Davis now finds himself in the finals of the Fusion Grand Prix as he gets set to face off with "Violent" Victor Frost. What a clash, what a collision course that'll be!! Jim: And I my heart's torn on this one, who better? Who's better Davis or Frost!? I don't know, but the world's gonna find out as we finally crown a Fusion Champion tonight LIVE on pay per view!! This is like a total dream match if anything I've ever saw! Sean: Pure unadulterated power versus speed and technique, that's gonna be a good one. Alright and while they may not be the fan favorites I'm sure Tokyo can appreciate at the end of the day a solid competitive wrestling match. Frost versus Davis, our Fusion Grand Prix final fight to crown the new Champ. Awesome. Jack: And up next we're going to take a break from the action to get you to the ring as we will set up for our presentation with the New Japan Wrestling Federation. So many luminaries have come together to put this regular deal through and I'm being told Gideon Cain, AJ Black and JDM Superstar are ready to come out here and make the presentation now this should be great. [The camera goes up to the ring as numerous officials and agents enter, NJWF Commissioner Margaret Chun is entering the ring as are AJ Black and JDM Superstar, the fans clapping with polite respect as Gideon Cain climbs the stairs. Stepping inside, he goes right over to greet Ms. Chun and warmly shakes her hand. Also entering the ring are NJWF President Joy Yute and Akane Ichimonji as everyone introduces themselves. Under Cain's arm is a contract and a Plaque made of white gold, the spotlights reflecting off its magnificence] Jim: Goodness take a look at that thing! That's worth more than your life Sean! Sean: I agree it's pricelessly amazing! Jack: Settle down AJ with the mic and the floor to our CEO. [AJ, in his black Zegna suit pants, crimson red shirt and dark black sunglasses smiles in his black tie and rubbing his temple, looks down smiling at the SPW logo and raises up his mic to address the fans] AJ: KONNICHI WA. Thank you for coming out here to support RINGU FAIA!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] AJ: Tonight marks the beginning of a new chapter in Shootfire's evolution. Tonight we stand by to make amends and guarantees as we begin a new working relationship with the NJWF. You know there was controversy before but even bitter enemies must understand that ego- and pride is not the point, it is not the be all end all. Standing beside me in this ring are the honorable Margaret Chun of Foundation of Honor as well as Joy Yute of Power, as well as Akane Ichimonji representing the board as well as Pro Wrestling Destiny owner. Now if we can all put our differences aside and do what's best for the business, that is why we have come here tonight. It is a new era with trust, tradition and integrity as we can all work together to ensure continued growth and success for us both. JDM, if you would please elaborate on our new working condition. [JDM takes the mic, nodding as he rubs back his blonde hair and stands in a white silk shirt, green three piece Prada suit and red rectangle sunglasses as he smiles, thinking about what he wants to say and how to position himself at its highest point... as usual] JDM: MY NAME... IS J!D!M! SUPERSTAR... [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] JDM: As the Executive Vice President of Promotions, it is my duty to let everyone know exactly what will be changing over with this new working deal. First off, all SPW Exclusive Talent will be licensed to compete in the NJWF and vis a vie all NJWF Talent will be allowed to compete in Shootfire Pro Wrestling. This is a huge get for both federations. Our Champions will be defending their Title belts in the both promotions as well with title shots to be decided by our new Championship Committee, an interactive body of board members from both. In addition, we will be sending representatives to their newest tours and competitions, as Owen Cage and Bryan Vincent will be appearing on the upcoming tours as Mike McCarey and DeathKnell have been booked for "Shogun Championship Display." NJWF will also have representative teams in our upcoming Trios Tag Team Tournament in Season 11. This promotes us in Japan as well as gives our talent the experience of what it is like to truly compete in a whole new arena, promising that our level of Superstar is much better served to maintain the consistency of performing at the rate of quality Shootfire Faithful have come to expect. Also there will be a special NJWF versus SPW Supercard scheduled for the Summer as we look to pit the best of both worlds against each other in spirited wrestling competition. This time around though, we encourage all SPW Superstars to step up and compete alongside their Japanese brothers and sisters and with the spirit of competition in mind, I'd like to introduce the owner of SPW, Mr. Gideon Cain! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Cain steps up, in a black turtleneck and dress slacks, a black dress coat as he is all grins. His white hair cut short, beard perfectly groomed, the owner offers out a hand to shake with all three representatives, and presents the smiling Akane Ichimonji with the Plaque made of solid white gold] Gideon: Ladies and Gentlemen of the Burning Honor Committee, honorable members from Power, Foundation of Honor and Pro Wrestling Destiny, it is my sincere pleasure to welcome you into the Shootfire Family once again. Now that we are at the best we have ever run, it gives me great joy to open our doors to our fans overseas, to show them why SPW is the anchor of the wrestling world. From one ocean to the next, our brand stands tall and now alongside your organization to broadcast our very best brand of sports entertainment, professional wrestling competition like none other. This is a day where we grow in size to true global stature and set the game itself on notice; I believe that together we can stand shoulder to shoulder looking at the future with a brighter optimism than ever before... and tonight marks the start of a new era of cooperation and raises the challenge that much higher. We are now global in stature, size but more importantly, tonight we are global in responsibility to you the wrestling fans, and this is a goal we accept with dignity, and honor. Thank you very much!! [The Tokyo Press snaps pictures as Gideon shakes hands with Margaret Chun, then Joy Yute and finally Akane Ichimonji. Streamers begin to sail from the rafters in yellows, reds and blues, as the fans in Tokyo Dome cheer!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] AJ: Thank you all so very very much for accepting this honor and we look forward to a long lasting relationship! Ladies and Gentlemen our new alliance is in effect!! [The fans cheer out as Black shakes hands with Akane Ichimonji, making sure to direct her towards the press. Gideon Cain holds the Plaque up again as he shakes hands with Margaret Chun, posing for the pictures. JDM stands with folded arms, a cool look across his face as he smirks, streamers sailing through the air like confetti and the cameras go back to ringside] Jack: Well there you have it, the working arrangement reconstructed and it gives our talent the means to compete for Japan and all across the wrestling world in non-SPW events so long as they're sanctioned by the NJWF, and we will be sure to feature guest stars from our new brother federation and talent sharing agreements, this really increases our approach and reach as a federation as Gideon Cain said it best, we are global in size, stature and responsiblity. Jim: Well it's been ten years in the making but we are set to make our run at being the best in the game which is no surprise and there were a lot of policy changes, approaches and challenges undertaken by the wrestling talent, by management, the front office, the boys and girls in the back but to see us reach this level makes me remember back when we an underground cult size federation known for its hardcore style and now, now one of the world leaders in sports entertainment. I'm so proud of each and every one us even you Sean O'Brady. Sean: Tonight marks an occasion for us all we will never forget, I agree. To take nothing away from the men and women who lay their lives, their careers on the line striving to give their very best each time they step through those curtains. Some say we're too tough, too demanding on our Superstars but that's what makes them Super in every sense of the word- and now the whole world knows it. To be an athlete in this great game is to be an athlete of the world, and now we've got big shoes to fill. Think about it, the history of the game from the IIWF to the UWF to EMWC, we are following the road paved by fabled promotions of the past and we are slowly beginning to carve our own history into the world, our own legacy as a federation and I am so glad to be part of this right now. It's a fantastic sight to see. Jack: Older and wiser and now Ladies and Gentlemen, Ringu Faia continues! It's the Lady Superstars of Beauty Angels Japan versus Shootfire Pro Wrestling! But the real credit of some of our behind the scenes talent yes the wrestlers I agree, but AJ Black's office put this all together, Kieran Rae back in Chicago working on the expansion in America as well, fans we will be right back we have the World Tag Team Titles on the line... next! _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [The God Complex, Chicago, Illinois. A liquid plasma HD monitor blaring Ringu Faia in the background... Kieran is in the CEO's office as she's putting the paperwork together to take SPW international on a permanent basis. Working late, she is finishing up the latest orders and sales projections for Myriad Capital Management. The giant window to the left is open as far down below, the sounds of Chicago's night traffic can be heard, faint but steady. A cool wind breeze blows in from the nightscape and the purplish blue sky... and sitting back Kieran rubs her temples, dropping her glasses on the desk as she takes a break from work, the sound of the NJWF/SPW Alliance Ceremony blaring in the background as she looks to the monitor, seeing the streamers fall to the ground... at her left, a stack of bloody papers, the 2007 Finance Sheets] Kieran: Everyone's having fun in Tokyo except me. Boo to me. [A shadow passes across the reflection in her glasses. Shaking her head, Kieran once again lifts her platinum pen from its clipboard and twirling it in her French manicured hand, resumes work in earnest as she's dedicated to getting the federation to the next level. And it is because of this dedication that she doesn't notice the shadow behind her as it becomes a human form, landing on the balcony outside via a black rappelling line, and entering the room by sliding the glass door open. We see that the intruder is not only dressed entirely in black, but his face is covered by a balaclava, on top of which sit a pair of mirrored aviator glasses.] Kieran: [getting out her chair, and grabbing a nearby letter opener] What the fuck!!! [As the intruder struggles to unhook the rappelling line from his belt, Kieran leaps over the desk, brandishing the letter opener like a knife, the overhead fluorescent light glinting off the blade. But before she can get within striking distance, the intruder, who has for now given up releasing the rappelling line, swings a two foot length of chain to ward her off. Although the chain doesn't connect, it's enough the cause the lady executive to stop in her tracks. And not only did it stop her from shish-kebobbing the intruder, it gave the masked man an opportunity to finally release the rope from his waist. Now free, Kieran's attacker starts to move forward, spinning and whirling the chain as he approaches. But the lady's instinct for survival kicks in as she slides back over the top of the desk, and throws the letter opener like a knife, embedding it into the man-in-black's left arm. He yells a few choice expletives and then pulls it out, releasing a flow of blood down his arm to his wrist, trickling down to a dollar sign tattoo on the forearm.] Intruder: Now you're really going to pay bitch... [Once again the intruder comes forward, and once again Kieran looks to defend herself by throwing items from her desk... an SPW paperweight, a Blackberry phone, and lastly her brass nameplate. Each item hit its target, except the nameplate, which the attacker managed to catch and throw back at Kieran in one motion, striking her in the forehead. Dazed, she stumbles backward, and the intruder leaps forward and is over the desk in an instant! Now with an advantage, the masked man grabs Kieran by the back of the head, and while holding her, slams three quick punches to her face, followed up by a couple of face-first slams to the unforgiving oak desktop. Leaving Kieran's limp carcass slumped on the desk, the intruder takes the time to check his wound.] Intruder: Damn... that's going to leave another scar...And I don't know who you pissed off so badly lady, but I'm afraid we're not done yet. You're to be taken out permanently, and that's what I'm going to do. Which is too bad... you're actually kinda cute... [Approaching once more, the intruder now has his chain in both hands, and wraps it around Kieran's neck, starting to choke her out. But the executive consultant still won't go down without a fight, as unbeknownst to her attacker, she isn't totally out of it. She had grabbed her stapler, and now that the masked man was within striking distance, she was able to swing it backwards, catching her adversary on the temple. This caused him to release the chain and stumble backwards, almost out the open window. Gasping for air, Kieran attempts to make her way to the door, but before she can make her way to freedom, her attacker is once more upon her, jumping on her back, knocking her to the ground. He drops an elbow on the back of her head to keep her down. Breathing hard, he picks her up by her hair, and speaks into her ear...] Intruder: Should have just stayed down sweetie... they always fight so hard. [The intruder lifts her up, one hand grabbing her head, the other her belt and he runs her across the room, driving her skull first into the Plasma screen, sending a shower of sparks and glass everywhere. He pulls her back, takes a look at her bloody face, and drops her to the floor. He then pulls a piece of paper out of his breast pocket and places it over her face. And to make sure that it stays in place, he picks up the stapler that was used on him and goes to look around... seeing the glass window leading outside. The man takes up the stapler and drives a couple staples through the paper and into Kieran's forehead. Dragging her across the wooden floor by her hair, he approaches the open glass window facing the balcony of the God Complex... as she collapses to the floor in a mass of blood. Suddenly banging noises can be heard smashing the door as the sounds of Police trying to get in shout through!!] ***BAAAMM BAAAM BAAAAMMM!!!!*** Police: OPEN UP! THIS IS THE POLICE!!! [The Masked Man looks down at Kieran who's gone! Turning his head he sees Kieran lunge at him screaming and jam the letter opener into his chest! Staggering back the Man grabs the weapon as Kieran smashes him with the blackberry, breaking it open across his face and the man grabs her spinning around and dives her straight through the window glass!!!] ****CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHH!!!!*** [The glass bursts into a thousand pieces as Kieran smashes into the cold concrete, the masked man staggering up, holding the letter opener still sticking out of his chest, stares out gaping as he catches the rapelling line and tumbles right over the side! The cops kick the door open as Kieran lays covered in glass and blood, pulling the stapled piece of paper from her head as the Police rush in to check on her, some peering over the edge as the figure is gone... words come at her but she can barely hear anyone as Kieran Rae passes out... in the officer's hand the paper is actually an invoice, with the words 'PAID IN FULL' stamped across] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | Shootfire Pro Wrestling vs Beauty Angels Japan | | | | NINA LARUE, STACIA B, MISS JASMINE | | | | vs | | | | AIKO MIYAMOTO, BUTTERFLY SATO, MINA YAMAGUCHI | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [Fade to ringside as Jack Sharp, Jim Monroe and Sean O'Brady are sitting there speechless. Looking around the fans are roaring! Jack shuts his mouth and can only speak in a half voiced whisper as he looks incredulous] Jack: Good lord did someone just try to kill Kieran Rae? Jim: No, I -I've never seen anything like that! Who was that!? Who- did, I mean the Cops thank God they got there but it looks like someone just tried to kill Kieran and she may have got him instead! What the hell what the fuck, what the fuck did we just see?! Sean: Someone just tried to take her out permanently! She's a bloody bleeding mess and hopefully they get her to the hospital she might not even make it after what we've just seen! My God, we need to get word the second we hear from Doctors about her condition that's insane!! Jack: Kieran Rae on her way to the Emergency Room as fast as possible after the most violent attack I've ever seen on SPW Broadcast. Ladies and Gentlemen, I- I don't know what to believe, in all my years calling this sport there is, there has got to be a lot more to this than what's been going on. Now I'm really concerned, you know the General Manager's office will be on top of this and hell is our Management safe? Was she the only target?? What else is gonna happen? Chris Caranova our director can we please take a break and come back, I- I just don't know what to believe... Fans we'll be right back let's take a minute. Okay- Great thanks Chris. Fans we've got a Sammy Knight promo for our main event. _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [Camera cuts to the locker room of SPW World Champion. The room is silent as the camera seemingly sneaks up on Knight from behind as he's preparing for his upcoming fight with the monster challenge that is "Heartless" Jakob Volga. Knight, who is wearing the majority of his ring attire, stands sans a shirt.] "One more time, huh? You going for the Heart Punch? Or did you wanna choke me out tonight?" [Knight is almost mumbling to himself as his back is still facing the camera. His back is truly a piece of art as his tattoos read like a road map to his life.] "It doesn't matter Jakob. Because you ain't a monster. You're still a man. You bleed _JUST_ like me. And no matter what you say, or try to get these people to believe, the SPW doesn't need you. Hell, some of us don't _WANT_ you anymore. You've changed." [One tattoo in particular seems to catch your eye. It reads: SURVIVOR. The simplicity of that word epitomizes the Sammy Knight that we know in Shootfire.] "So talk about your emotions. Your desires. Your goals. Hell, talk about how you choked me out." [The tattoo is quickly covered in a protective wrap of sorts as Knight is covering his Pietka-injured rib cage. Knight covers the wrap with a shirt.] "But remember that _I_ never quit. It wasn't Sammy Knight who tossed in the towel. And it won't be tonight either." [Pause.] "Like you, _I AM_ ready." [It's almost as if he's gritting his teeth.] "Like you, _I CAN BE_ heartless." [For the first time, we're able to see Knight's face in the mirror. It's unbroken. Relentless. Locked in.] "Like you, _I AM_ just as determined." [He pauses and takes a deep breath.] "But Jakob..." [Another pause.] "_I AM_ Sammy Knight." [The grime and volume of his voice increases.] "And you?" [Louder.] "You are not." [Knight takes a step closer to the mirror.] "And _THAT'S_ a big fuckin' difference." *******CRASH******* [As soon as the last word exits his mouth, Knight barrels his fist into the mirror, causing the it to explode into a hundred shards. He is breathing heavier now. Slow, but heavy. He takes a step back as we see him standing with his fists still clenched tightly. A small trace of blood can be seen trickling down his right fist. It drips on the ground below him.] "Enough is enough. It's time." [Fade out.] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | Shootfire Pro Wrestling vs Beauty Angels Japan | | | | NINA LARUE, STACIA B, MISS JASMINE | | | | vs | | | | AIKO MIYAMOTO, BUTTERFLY SATO, MINA YAMAGUCHI | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [Fade back to the commentators' desk as Jack looks relieved but still white as a ghost. Jim and Sean are shaking their heads, but seem to be doing better...] Jack: Wrestling fans, they've assured me that Kieran Rae is not on life support, she is not labeled in critical condition but came extremely close to going into a coma, she has lost a lot of blood but her wounds were mostly superficial luckily thank GOD. Jim: I'm just trying to think who would want to do this. I know someone's been manipulating her with the SPW Finances, pushing her around with masked chinese ladies and maybe it all has something to do with Angel Martinez I don't know. But one's things for sure she really fought back and stabbed that son of a bitch who tried to off her, and I hope they bleed to death for that crime and that's all it was, a criminal action and we need to find out who's responsible and throw them in jail! Sean: Yeah well thank God like you said Jack, she's stable and will be alright but her mental condition is going to be shot, you just don't survive something like that and come back to work on Monday morning. Get well Kieran, speedy recovery, you come to us when you can and I echo your sentiment Jim, when we find the bastards who did this I hope we throw the book at them. Jack: Well the show is still going and we have a tag team match, the World Titles are on the line. Let's try to put this insanity aside for now and the wisest thing to do is let the cops do their job. I am sure we will find out who the guilty party was and nail him to the fucking wall. Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL! THIS MATCH IS A SPECIAL SIX-LADIES TAG MATCH...FEATURING THE WOMEN OF SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING VERSUS THE WOMEN OF BEAUTY ANGELS JAPAN! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: INTRODUCING FIRST, THE TEAM FROM BEAUTY ANGELS JAPAN...FROM TOKYO, JAPAN...STANDING IN AT 5 FEET 5 AND WEIGHING IN AT 125 LBS...AIKO MIYAMOTO!!! ["Let's Go To War" by Mya begins to play as Aiko Miyamoto steps onto the ramp. Miyamoto is a slender, tanned beauty with auburn hair that falls to her shoulder blades. She's clad in a black, leather corset top, lined in fur, and leather mini skirt, completing the look with boots and gauntlets. She also wears a pair of MMA fingerless gloves. She poses atop the ramp, her face serious, before walking down the aisle, her fist raised. She enters the ring and steps out of the corner, fist raised high as she is showered with streamers.] Stone: AND HER PARTNER...FROM OSAKA, JAPAN...STANDING IN AT 5 FEET AND WEIGHING IN AT 99 LBS...BUTTERFLY SATO!!! ["Butterfly" by Kylie Minogue plays and Butterfly Sato steps onto the entrance ramp to a strong positive reaction from the fans. The diminutive wrestler smiles and blows a kiss to the fans before making her way down the aisle, waving. She wears a pink, tank top, "Sato" written across the chest, and ultra- short, denim shorts, completing the look with tennis shoes. Her hair falls to her shoulders. As she enters the ring, she steps out of the corner and is pelted with pink streamers.] Stone: AND THEIR PARTNER...FROM TOKYO, JAPAN...STANDING IN AT 5 FEET 6 AND WEIGHING IN AT 135 LBS....MINA YAMAGUCHI!!! ["Music Selector is the Soul Reflector (Supa DJ Dmitry & DJ Silver Mix) by Deee- lite begins to play as Mina Yamaguchi steps from behind the curtains, a serious expression on her face. She wears a long, white coat, belted at the waist and adorned with diamonds, lace, and feathers. Her long, black hair falls straight down her back, framing her lovely face. She makes her way down the aisle to strong cheers, slapping hands along the way. As she enters the ring, she slips from her coat, revealing her wrestling attire. She wears a white, cropped top, decorated with lace and diamonds. She also wears a matching, frilly, mini skirt, as well as elbow pads and knee pads. She completes the look with Asics tennis shoes and kicking pads. She raises her arm in the air and is pelted with white streamers.] Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENTS, REPRESENTING SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING... "GIMME FUEL GIMME FIRE GIMME THAT WHICH I DESIRE" [Cue the guitar lick, Stacia's on key, just exploding from the curtain, and legging on down the ramp! Making no secret that she is EXCITED to be here for YOU! and YOU! And him over there too, but security won't let her sign autographs just yet] "Turn on, I see red Adrenaline crash and crack my head Nitro junkie, paint me dead And I see red" [Stacia "Legs" Baruffi is hitting the ring quick as a cat! She's cool like that. She dives up under the ropes, bouncing around, hollering back at the fans and such] Stone: FROM CHICAGO ILLINOIS, STANDING 5 FOOT 9 AND WEIGHING IN AT 195 POUNDS, THIS IS STAAAAACIA B!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The lights dim.] "The girl has got the touch" # Cue: "That Girl" by Maxi Priest # "What she got is a little something That kind of girl Maxi Priest just make them know" [The crowd stares at the arrogant Shane Diamond, one half of Team EGO, as he makes his way from the back. Diamond stares into the sea of fans and grins widely before bursting out in his hyena-like laugh. The crowd breaks into a heel pop! From out of the back next strides a gorgeously muscular black woman, his wife, Miss Jasmine. Both receive a hellacious heel pop and neither care at all.] "She's the kind of woman Who lets you know" [Shane Diamond continues to laugh as Jasmine crosses her arms over her chest. Diamond wears his purple wrestling tights and an "EGO" t-shirt. Miss Jasmine wears leather capris and a light purple halter with "The Crowning Jewel" written across the front in purple jewels. She dons black wrestling boots with "MJ" scripted on the side and purple kneepads. The two walk down the aisle to the ring, dodging the rustling fans.] "When she knows what she wants She won't let go" [Diamond struts up the stairs and stands on the ring apron. He points to a fan in the front row and begins laughing again before climbing into the ring. Jasmine knees up and ducks inside, stepping up to clap her hands as Shane raises up the World Tag Team Title, holding it to the sky. He basks in the boos as the jeering crowd lets him have it! Jasmine shows off her muscles and glares at the fans, threatening to backhand one of them.] "Takes you to a place of your fantasy Walks you to the door But she holds the key" [The duo walk to the center of the ring where Jasmine poses with her arms crossed over her chest.] "That girl(ooh) that kind of girl That girl(ooh) that kind of girl" AND HER TAG PARTNER, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY ONE HALF OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS SHANE DIAMOND... STANDING IN AT 5 FOOT 9 INCHES AND WEIGHING IN AT 155 POUNDS... THE CROWNING JEWEL MISSSSS JASSSSSSSSSMIIIIIINEEEEEE!!! [Jasmine raises her fist into the air as the crowd boos. Diamond continues to laugh as he takes his positon on the outside of the ring. Suddenly, Will Hoge's "Be the One" begins to play as the curtains part and Nina Larue stalks out, clad in a black lace bra and matching hotpants, showing off her sleek, curvy figure. She completes the look with black, kicking pads and matching, Asics, tennis shoes. Her long, black hair falls straight past her shoulders, framing her flawless face as the fans rush the railings!!] [BIG FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Night ends another day begins She feels just like she did the day before She finds her coat she grabs her hat She picks her stockings up from off the bathroom floor With a plastic smile on closes the door and she's gone away She hears all the things that they say But talk is cheap so she gives it away" [The statuesque beauty poses for a moment atop the entrance ramp, before sashaying down the ramp, smiling with deep brown eyes locked on the squared circle. As she makes her way down the aisle, she casually touches the outstretched hands of her fans, confident and enjoying herself as gold spotlights circle her on her triumphant stride towards the ring] "She don't want to get better No no She just wants to have some fun She'll do anything the boys will let her Oh no She just wants to be the one Yeah yeah yeah yeah!" [The bewitching brunette gracefully enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Grabbing the top rope, Nina Larue steps on the second rope, leaning out over the side to give the fans a generous view, smiling as she works up the crowd! The audience cheers and their Goddess flashes a huge smile as the SPWTron plays Nina catching Katie Smith with the Nina's Knockout, the flying slingshot DDT!!] "She finds a bar that says it's open So she takes a step inside A man with a tall drink and a Wall Street haircut Says that he can give her a ride With a plastic smile on Closes the door and she's gone away She hears all the things that they say But talk is cheap so she gives it away" [Nina basks in the spotlight in the center of the ring as the gold lights circle around her statuesque ivory frame. Her raven tresses glimmering in the heat, Larue outspreads her arms causing a huge frenzied face pop!! Working the crowds and electrifying the Shootfire Faithful, Nina Larue points out across the fans and guarantees a victory with fire in her eyes] Stone: AND THEIR TAG PARTNER, 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] **DING! DING! DING!** [All six women meet in the center of the ring. The BAJ wrestlers immediately extend their hands.] Jack: And a show of sportsmanship from the women from Japan. Jim: Think again. [As the SPW wrestlers accept, the BAJ contingent suddenly attacks, lashing out with kicks and stomps. Yamaguchi spins, catching Nina with a kick to the stomach and knocking her to her bottom. Meanwhile, Miyamoto surprises Jasmine with a spinning back fist to the head. And Sato drop kicks Stacia in the chest, knocking her to her bottom and sending her rolling out of the ring and to the arena floor!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: These BAJ chicks are bringing some fight but they're no match for our girls. Jack: Well, they all have a number of years of experience, Yamaguchi having the most at over ten years. So, I think Shootfire Pro is in for a tough competition. [Miyamoto then grabs Jasmine and tosses her through the top and middle rope while Yamaguchi does the same to Stacia.] Sean: They certainly managed to catch our girls napping. [Yamaguchi and Miyamoto jump from the ring and pounce on the fallen SPW members. Meanwhile, Sato watches from the ring.] Jim: Butterfly Sato is known for her high flying prowess. She is obviously planning something here. [Yamaguchi and Miyamoto drag the dazed SPW members to standing position and hold them in place. Suddenly, Sato begins to clap, the crowd joining in. Sato then rebounds across the ring, springboards off of the top rope, and launches herself at the SPW members, flattening them to the arena floor.] "OOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Jim: Damn! She got all three of them! [The three BAJ members return to the ring, standing tall as the crowd applauding.] Sean: And they've also got the home team advantage. [The members of SPW slowly get to their feet and Larue stomps into the ring as Jasmine and Stacia take their places at their corner. Sato starts for her team, Yamaguchi and Miyamoto taking their place in their own corner.] Jim: Uh oh. I think Nina's pissed. [Suddenly, Larue points to Yamaguchi, screaming for her to enter the ring.] Jack: Nina Larue calling out the veteran, Mina Yamaguchi, who is arguably the leader of her team. [Yamaguchi calls Sato over to the corner and proceeds to tag herself in, the crowd oohing.] Sean: This Yamaguchi chick isn't backing down either. Jack: Nina Larue is no stranger to wrestling in Japan. In fact, these two have faced one another before. [Yamaguchi and Larue circle one another and Nina suddenly charges, booting her in the stomach and doubling her over. "The Goddess" then grabs a handful of Mina's hair and runs her towards the ropes, using them to catapult Yamaguchi backwards and down to the mat. As Yamaguchi scrambles back to her feet, she is quickly knocking back down to the mat, courtesy of a kick to the chest from Nina.] Jim: That's right, Nina! Show 'er how we do it in SPW! [Larue immediately begins to stomp Yamaguchi's downed form before grabbing her leg and turning her onto her stomach, immediately locking her in a single leg Boston crab.] Jack: Nina working on that leg, hoping to perhaps weaken Yamaguchi's well-known kicking attacks. [Yamaguchi grits her teeth and the referee slides into position, asking if she wishes to submit.] Jim: Sad to say, it won't be that easy. [Yamaguchi shakes her head and begins to struggle towards the ropes. As she does, Sato presses her foot against the bottom rope, trying to get it closer to Yamaguchi's grasp.] Jim: These BAJ girls are kinda smart. I like that move. [Finally, Yamaguchi is able to power her way towards the ropes, grabbing a handful of the bottom rope.] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Nina releases the hold but immediately drops an elbow to the small of Yamaguchi's back. She forces Yamaguchi to standing position and then snap mares Yamaguchi back down to the mat in seated position. Nina rears back...] THWACK! [And kicks Yamaguchi square in the back.] [Yamaguchi winces and Nina drags her towards her corner, tagging to Stacia. Meanwhile, Jasmine is seemingly oblivious to the match, talking with Shane Diamond.] Jack: Jasmine's mind seems to be somewhere else. She hasn't one bit of attention the entire match! [Stacia immediately pounces on Yamaguchi, whipping her across the ring and into the corner. The force of the move sends Yamaguchi stumbling forward and right into a running clothesline from Stacia.] Jim: That nearly knocked her out of her boots! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And Yamaguchi bridges out before the two.] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Stacia wastes little time in bringing Mina to standing position again and whipping her towards the ropes. She attempts another clothesline but Yamaguchi ducks and rebounds off of the opposite ropes. As Stacia turns to meet her, Mina spins, catching her in the jaw with a spin wheel kick. The move staggers Stacia and Yamaguchi follows with a lariat, dropping Stacia to the mat and on her back. Butterfly then mounts the top turnbuckle as Yamaguchi makes her way to the BAJ corner, tagging out to Sato.] Jack: And it looks like Sato is going to fly again. [Butterfly measures the downed Stacia before leaping off, drilling her feet into Stacia's midsection.] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And Stacia kicks out before the three.] [Sato wastes no time in hopping to her feet and attacking the downed Stacia with stomps. Butterfly drags Stacia to her feet and whips her to the nearest corner, immediately following and catching her with a cross body block. Sato whips Stacia to the opposite corner and repeats the move, only to have Stacia catch her in mid air and drop her to the mat with a power slam.] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And am impressive show of strength by Stacia B! Sean: The chick's like 99 lbs. What else would you expect? [Stacia immediately drops an elbow across the smaller woman's throat. Stacia places Sato in a front face lock, dragging her to standing position. She bulls Sato towards her corner and extends her hand to Jasmine, who is playing with her hair and ignoring her.] Jim: Come on, Jasmine! I know you don't like these two but do it for Shootfire! [Stacia frowns and eventually tags to Larue, who enters the ring, lashing out with a kick to Sato's midsection. ] [As Stacia exits the ring, Nina takes over, whipping Sato towards the ropes. As she rebounds, Butterfly drops down, baseball sliding between her legs. Nina turns just as Sato hops to her feet and charges, flying in the air and driving a knee flush into Nina's face!] Jim: Watch the face, kid! You're messing with a cover girl! [Larue is staggered and Sato springboards off of the ropes, flying towards Nina and grabbing a handful of her hair, drilling her face first into the mat with a modified bulldog. Sato races to her corner and tags to Yamaguchi.] [Yamaguchi enters the ring and immediately lashes out...] **THWACK!** [Catching the rising Nina with a stiff kick to the chest. Larue grits her teeth, absorbs the blow, and screams for "another", slapping her chest.] Jim: That's right, Nina. You tell 'er! [The crowd oohs as Yamaguchi unleashes another kick to Larue's chest....] **THWACK!** [That Nina again brushes off. "Come on!" Nina screams as Yamaguchi rebounds off of the ropes...] ***THWACK!*** [Striking with a spin kick to Larue's chest that finally knocks her to her bottom.] [Crowd applauds.] Sean: Guess she finally got what she asked for, huh? [Yamaguchi gives Larue no time to rest as she jumps on her, locking her in a Dragon Sleeper.] Jack: Nina could be in real trouble here, if Yamaguchi gets this locked in. [Sensing herself in danger, Larue immediately begins to wiggle towards the ropes.] Jim: And Jasmine still not paying any attention to this as Stacia's screaming encouragement. [Finally, Nina manages to reach them, tagging the ropes with her foot.] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Yamaguchi drags Nina to standing position but Larue surprises her, catching her with a forearm shot to the head. Larue repeats the move again and again and again, backing Yamaguchi against the ropes. Yamaguchi is stunned and easy prey for a short arm clothesline from Nina that knocks her to the mat.] Jack: SPW now back in control here and we still haven't seen anything from Miss Jasmine. Sean: It seems she's got Diamond on her mind. Him being out here seems to be a big distraction for her. [Nina drags Yamaguchi back to standing position and whips her to the nearest corner. She charges after her and leaps in the air, drilling a forearm into Yamaguchi's chest. Nina then immediately bulldogs Yamaguchi to the mat and then turns her onto her back for the cover.] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And again, Yamaguchi bridges out before the three.] Jim: This Yamaguchi's kinda tough. If she wasn't the enemy, I'd probably like to see more of her. Jack: Well, she's retiring from wrestling this summer. So, you better catch her while you can. [Nina brings Yamaguchi to standing position and tries another short arm clothesline. Except, Yamaguchi ducks, slips behind her and places her in a full nelson. Before Nina can react, Yamaguchi lifts her in the air and drops her to the mat, bridging and pinning her with a Dragon suplex!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And Stacia slides into the ring, breaking up the pin attempt!] Jim: Now, that's what I'm talking about! Teamwork, baby! Jack: And that may have been exactly what Nina needed. [Stacia goes back to the SPW corner as Yamaguchi drags the winded Nina towards the BAJ corner, tagging out to Miyamoto. Aiko enters and immediately begins to attack Nina with stiff punches to the midsection, backing Larue into the nearest corner. Miyamoto whips Nina towards the opposite corner and charges, hitting a handspring and driving a forearm into Larue's chest. Nina slumps in the corner.] Jack: Nina's been taking quite a bit of punishment here. Jim: She needs to tag out to Jasmine. She's still fresh. [Miyamoto grabs Nina's legs and drags her out of the corner. She then drags her to the center of the ring, where she performs a Giant Swing before dropping Larue with a power bomb!] Jack: Hurry Go Round! A move she learned from the members of Special X. [Miyamoto covers a prone Larue.] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: Here comes Stacia! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [But Stacia is cut off by Yamaguchi, who enters the ring and clotheslines her!] Jim: Damn! [Luckily for team SPW, Larue still has enough strength to bridge out!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Whew! [As Stacia and Yamaguchi are ushered back to their corners, Aiko drags Nina to standing position and then drills her into the mat with a reverse Russian Leg Sweep.] Jack: And Miyamoto with another cover... 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And ANOTHER bridge out by SPW's Ice Princess!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I didn't think Nina had it in her. She needs to tag and fast! [Aiko tosses Nina into the BAJ corner and drives a shoulder into her midsection before tagging to Sato.] Jack: The BAJ team is playing it smart by isolating Nina and weakening her. [Sato is quick, placing Nina in a front face lock and then springboarding off of the top rope, drilling Nina's head into the mat with a DDT. With Larue laid prone, Sato bounces to the top turnbuckle. Butterfly begins to clap, the crowd joining in as she measures Nina.] "SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO!" "SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO! SA-TO!" [Butterfly then soars off of the turnbuckle, twisting twice in midair. Unfortunately, Nina moves at the last minute, Sato crashing into hard canvas.] Jim: Ha! She missed! Now, get the tag, Nina! [Sato clutches her stomach as Nina crawls to her corner.] Sean: Jasmine's got that hand out! She's ready for the tag! [Just as Nina's hand nearly touches Jasmine's, Jasmine suddenly jumps from the apron, Diamond at her heel.] Jim: What in the Hell!?! [Nina, Stacia, and the crowd are in shock as Jasmine smirks and throws her hands up.] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Jasmine has apparently just turned her back on her team and SPW. Sean: And this crowd is not liking it one bit. They're actually booing her! Jim: But Stacia's giving her an earful, although I don't think Jasmine even gives a damn. [Nina is still in such shock that doesn't notice Sato making it to her feet. Butterfly quickly pounces on Nina, attacking her with kicks and stomps, as Jasmine looks on.] Sean: Jasmine's gotta be loving this. She just gave Nina and Stacia a massive middle finger. [Jasmine then joins hands with Diamond and the two leave, Simon laughing as Nina is continually pummeled!] Jim: And Nina's getting a mudhole stomped in her as Jasmine and Diamond get the Hell out of dodge. It's not fair, I tell ya. [Sato drags Nina to her feet and whips her to the ropes, leaping in the air and catching her across the chest with a leg lariat.] Sean: Nina has got to get out of there and make a tag. She can't possibly handle much more of this. [Sato walks over to her corner and tags to Miyamoto. Aiko screams and raises a fist, the crowd cheering.] Jack: Aiko perhaps setting up for her uraken here... [Aiko waits for Nina to rise and then lashes out with a backfist. But Larue manages to evade the blow and surprise Aiko with a kick to the face, knocking her to the mat.] Jim: That's right, Nina! Now, make that tag! [Nina immediately dives to her corner and tags Stacia!] Jim: Thank God! [Stacia enters as Aiko rises. Miyamoto charges and tries a wild swing. Stacia ducks, wraps her arms around Aiko's waist, and drops her to the mat with a German suplex.] Sean: Stacia bridging for the pin! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3- [The crowd oohs and gasps as Aiko barely kicks out before the three!!] Sean: She almost had her! Jim: Come on, SPW! You can do this! [Stacia drags the winded Aiko up and shoves her head between her legs.] Jack: Power bomb perhaps... Sean: Yamaguchi! [Sure enough, Yamaguchi has entered the ring, leaped onto Aiko's back and kicked Stacia in the face with a makeshift Shining Enzugiri. The move staggers Stacia allowing Aiko to lash out with a spinning back fist to Stacia's face, knocking her to the mat!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [And Stacia kicks out!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I don't know how SPW is going to pull this out without Jasmine! Our girls are terribly outnumbered now! [Aiko waits for Stacia to rise and charges. She attempts a clothesline but Stacia ducks. Stacia immediately surprises Aiko, lifting her in the air and drilling her to the mat with a gutwrench tombstone power bomb!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Hell yeah! [Stacia makes her way towards the turnbuckles as Aiko is slow to rise. As Aiko makes it to her feet, Stacia flies off, drilling her feet into Miyamoto's chest with a missile drop kick. The force of the move nearly turns the Japanese wrestler inside out!] Sean: Stacia with the cover! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [But Sato enters the ring, ending the count by stepping on Stacia's back!] Jack: Butterfly Sato sensing that Aiko could be in trouble... Jim: Nina Larue! [Larue enters the ring and spears Sato to the mat, the two women sent rolling out of the ring and to the arena floor.] Jack: Aiko and Stacia are both up now and trading blows... [The two women exchange rights and lefts, with Stacia getting the advantage after a nasty upper cut.] Jack: Stacia lifting Aiko in body slam position...but Aiko slips behind her...she's now got Stacia in a full nelson! Jim: And here comes Yamaguchi! Damn it! [Yamaguchi charges with a thrust kick but Stacia moves at the last second, Yamaguchi nearly taking Aiko's head off!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Yamaguchi in shock... and Stacia elbows her in the face! Jim: Stacia moving across- and going to tag out to Nina Larue! Nina climbing the apron and makes the tag in! She's in! Sean: OH But Yamaguchi battling back with a hard inside kneelift! Larue taken over in the gutwrench, pulling the arms in between the legs and ducking in drags her upwards with the girl on her shoulders! AIKO SLAMS THE MIRACLE OCEAN BOMB!! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OH! AND BUTTERFLY LEAPING IN! Jack: RUNS AND SMASHES STACIA OFF THE APRON!! Sean: Aiko with the cover on Nina... come on kickout kickout of this! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *DINGDINGDING!!!!* Stone: AND YOUR WINNERS! THE TEAM OF BUTTERFLY SATO, AIKO MYAMOTO, AND MINA YAMAGUCHI! BEAUTY ANGELS JAPAN!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Damn that Miss Jasmine, she just cost our team the victory! What a bunch of self-serving jerks Team EGO are, I hope they lose their tag team titles tonight! Jim: Yeah I mean it was funny but it did make us lose. To take nothing away from Beauty Angels Japan, they are true consummate professionals, but when Jasmine left us in the lurch like that we all lost. Sean: Mina Yamaguchi, Aiko Myamoto and Butterfly Sato celebrating for the fans, and Ringu Faia sees BAJ get the win over SPW. Excellent contest from all FIVE women involved. Your winners... Beauty Angels Japan. _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [Camera switches to the backstage area, there seems to be something going on that has gathered everyone attentionÉ] Voices: JasyÉyou need to see the trainer! [The camera pushes its way through the crowd as it shows Jasolyn OÕNeil still bloody from her match using anything but people to support her weight as she slowly makes her way through the crowd with a few of the paramedics right behind her. They try to guide her but when they do all she does is push them away, causing her to almost lose her balance.] Jasy: I do not need to see the fucking trainer! Get off my assÉ Paramedic: We need to get you checked out. Jasy: Does it look like I give a f- [Tara Silver comes running up to her more as a concerned friend than an interviewer] Tara: Jas, you need to listen to them. Jasy: No Tara, what I need is to find who ever I can to demand a matchÉI donÕt care whenÉI donÕt care HOW or what or WHYÉI just want a match! Tara: YouÕre gonna ask for a rematch with Poet for the title? Jasy: NoÉI want OrchidÉI want her masked head on a silver fucking platter complete with garnish and a HUGE fucking apple in her MOUTH! That bitch cost me that title tonight, not Tiffany, not PoetÉSHE DID IT! Poet can have her fun nowÉ and if you see her tell her I said congrats and to enjoy it while it last. BUT I WANT ORCHID!!!!! Tara: Ok, easy JasolynÉletÕs get you cleaned up first ok? Can you do that muchÉ Jasy: NO!!!! No fucking doctors, I needÉto seeÉHenry Spikes firstÉ.FUCK!!! [JasyÕs legs seem to buckle from underneath her and everyone seems to try and grab her at once but a pair of arms catches her first. Everyone looks up at who it was and a look a shock crosses each of their faces] Male Voice: You just donÕt know when to quitÉ.some things will never change with youÉ [Jasy looks up at who caught her from falling on her face, a small smile crosses her face as the person pulls her up to him a bit more, as we now see who it isÉ Mike McCarey!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jasy: You know me MikeÉ monkey see monkey do. McCarey: Funny Jasy. How about you listen to Tara and the others first? Obviously, this is the one time that you might actually need help. Jasy: UGH! FineÉobviously IÕm not gonna escape your arms any time soon. I will not be carried thoughÉand as soon as IÕm doneÉ McCarey: IÕll take you straight to the GMÕs office. [Mike resituates her and Tara moves to the other side of her as they help her down the hallway] Tara: Good to see ya MikeÉ McCarey: Nothing ever changes does it Tara? Jasy: Oh donÕt you two start getting along nowÉ [FTB] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | World Tag Team Title Match | | | | TEAM EGO vs THE DEADBEATS | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| Jack: Let's go up to the ring as the World Tag Team Title belt are on the line, Team EGO defending against The Deadbeats. This should be a great wrestling match. And for the record I said I hope they lose their titles because Jasmine walked out on Team SPW last match. Well despite being an unbiased host, I hope Team EGO lose their title belts! Sean: We all do. And so do each and every one of these fans here tonight in the Tokyo Dome! [The lights suddenly go out. Silence. Darkness. And then, spotlights; illuminating the arena with a greenish hue, hovering all around before converging on a single point near the entrance aisle. A droning sound is heard-] "We've always been this to feel all this pain! We've always been this to feel all this pain!" [A mysterious coffin emerges from a pit located beneath the entrance aisle, rising upwards from beneath the depths of the stage! Greenish lights from the projectors glance off from the polished finish of the coffin as the camera does a close-up. Smoke seeps from the dark pit, enveloping the sinister casket with a greenish haze as the light reflects from it. Then the sound melds into a familiar tone...] **BOOOOOOOOOH!** **BOOOOOOOOOH!** ["What's up People", the second opening to Deathnote rings in as SPOOKY DOOM bursts right out of the coffin, spazzing away to the gibbering music! Grim Avenger of Lucha Libre, 5' 7" muscular luchador wearing a black leather jacket with skull-lined epaulets! White hood over the sinister mask, flaming skeleton pants showing up on TV: Spooky Doom going by the fans as he rocks away, devil horns in the air!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Benribenri banzai benribenri banzai Benribenri banzai ningen Benribenri banzai benribenri banzai Benribenri banzai ningen" [PYROS! THUNDER!] "What's up fuanzai ippai Hanzai kienai towani What's up fuanzai ippai" [From out of the back strides Serena Black in her green givenchy strapless dress, the elfin brunette in her choker grinning out to the fans! Colt Montana charges out in his silver mask and black wrestling fringy tights, muscles oiled as he rolls his arm in the air! Colt and Spooky play the air guitar as the fans cheer loudly for The Deadbeats!! The camera finds a few kids wearing Spooky Doom masks: Spooky Doom slapping the occasional hand as he makes his way towards the ring. Climbing the ring steps, he still manages to fly past the top rope and into the ring, striking a ~SPOOKY~ pose as he lands! If nothing else, he's got style, and style impresses!] Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS OF THE WORRLD! INTRODUCING FIRST, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY SERENA BLACK, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 424 POUNDS THEY ARE SPOOKY! DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! COLT! MONTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNA!!!! THE DEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAADBEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Serena Black joining us at ringside hey Serena what's going on? [Serena puts on the headset and looking out at the ring as Tokyo cheers!!] Serena: I've just got one thing to say, that I pulled rank to get the Deadbeats into this match and I guarantee they will not disappoint. If anyone knows Owen Cage it's me and I made him, you're all gonna watch as I break him and Spooky and Colt go on to become our new World Tag Champions. And if that overgrown ghetto princess gets in my way she'll find out too exactly what Serena Black is all about! THE BITCH IS BLACK! [The lights go down low to near pitch black levels as the thunderous rock and roll entrance from Chevelle's "Antisaint" begins to smash as the lights flash red to the beat as a red laser light snaps across the crowd, energy electrifying the audience and perhaps giving them cancer. Then drums start kicking in as the line of slight pyrotechnics makes its way from mid-ramp to the top of the ramp, then when it hits the top-] ********BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!******** [A HUGE Wall of Flame bursts out on stage as the song kicks into full gear!!] [MASSIVE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The fire slowly fades to nothing as from out of the cinders steps the one and only Owen Cage himself, in a snazzy new blue neon tights with his first name airbrushed up and down his legs. His blonde hair is long and grown out, brown streaks in it as he wipes it back from behind dark black Fendi shades, a familiar looking black forearm guard strapped to his right wrist] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Visit again white elephant. Who sent you to loom? Shall we sever everything? Ponder this while we ponder why He's starting to follow crows, And climbing the ladder somewhere out to Really begin to scare, And plotting to comb the grounds with a fine tooth" [Dressed in black sunglasses and red wrestling tights with his name written up the side in crimson neon lettering, black boots and a matching forearm guard, the Canalucharesu Kid stands tall atop the metal stage as highlights of him flying clear over the ropes into Chase Rogers plays over the SPWTron! Images show CKid flying off the top rope with the Hurricanrana, teaming with Shane Diamond and spray painting "Heartless" Jakob Volga!!] "You poor little antisaint You poor little antisaint!" [The fans roar out, hating his guts as fireworks explode high overhead! Shane Diamond swaggers out next, making his way out next, Shane with one hand raised in the air! Wearing silver wrestling trunks with Templar designs and Gucci Diamond Shades, "The Diamond" grins, raising his World Tag Belt. With blonde in her black hair, Miss Jasmine walks out in a white Team EGO "It's all about your EGO" half-shirt, ab muscles prominently displayed, and baggy blue True Religion jeans, the third member of Team EGO smiling wide! All three start down the metal ramp, heading for the ring as the fans give them the hell they deserve! Cage makes his way down as Security escorts them past the crowd, past the federation fans he shows no respect for as Shane laughs at the camera from underneath, letting out an obnoxious Hyena-like laugh] "Nothing to say for the last time. Just want to sink his will. Like a predator's prey in the cold, Slowly starts to show. Assurance is what they need. Hold the lion until it's fed. It's still only morning, But the flies surfaced" [Cage heads down the ring as the fans give him great heat as he curses at them to stand up and cheer. Kneeling up to the apron, Owen holds up his belt to the fans and turns to gaze out across the jam-packed arena. The World Tag Team Champion climbs to the top rope from the outside, removes his sunglasses and holds his title in the air as some fans return to the gesture, boos increasing even louder!! Cage and Shane run their mouths throwing it in their faces!!] "You poor little antisaint You poor little antisaint You poor little antisaint You poor little antisaint" [Fireworks continue to explode from the scaffolding above as Owen Cage walks to the center of the ring to stand atop the SPW logo. The man stands tall as lights spin and circle in the darkness of the arena, flashing glare. Throwing his fists into the air, Cage laughs and rears back as a last burst of pyro sends a shower of sparks flaming down throughout the ring area!!!] "The stakes are too low! We may not need any!" "Could we never feel?" "And if you could tell, That the cleverest acting! Was the lying by you, Lying by you, Lying by you!" [Owen Cage wipes back his hair and looks sideways out as the fans boo out at seeing his snazzy new neon red tights. Shane Diamond struts around in his bright silver trunks, throwing his title in the face of the jealous jeering crowds! Cage smiles wide at the fans, mocking them with title held high, open mouth laughing as he knows he's living out his dream!] Stone: ACCOMPANIED BY MISS JASMINE, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 445 POUNDS THEY ARE THE DEFENDING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORRRLLLD... OWEN! CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!! SHANE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMOND!!! THEY ARE! TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAMMMMM!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!!!!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Colt bounces on the bottom rope, waiting for his match to begin. Spooky Doom stands in the corner, looking to the capacity crowd as they cheer the Undead Superstar on. Across the ring, Shane Diamond leaps inside to wrestle as Cage applauds, Miss Jasmine talking smack from their corner down below] Jack: And right now Owen Cage and Shane Diamond ready to make sure those belts stay on their waists but as you just heard from Serena, she is deadset on making sure they come off! Doom and Montana ready to rumble and your Referee is Shane Dreamer! *DINGDINGDINGDINGDING!* [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Spooky Doom and Shane Diamond starting things off- immediately into a lockup! Shane with the irish whip Spooky no reverses, send for the ride and Shane with the clothesline exploding off the side Doom ducks and runs! Sean: Spooky Doom to slam off the side as Diamond does the same both come back rushing and Spooky Doom with the baseball slide at the feet DIAMOND into a Front Dive tuck and roll! Whoa! Shane up and Spooky Doom Armdrag Takes him over like that! Jim: Well the fans liked that one but can he keep it up!? Team EGO are the World Tag Champs and Deadbeats have to beat them, EGO doesn't have to beat Deadbeats. Jack: Absolutely and Spooky Doom with the standing side headlock as Ringu Faia -this is the big one as our international audiences do seem firmly in the camp of the popular luchadores. [Doom spins out sending Shane for the ropes and Diamond stomps to swing a reversal! Spooky jumps to the second rope and flies back to catch the arm sending Shane into a flip! Diamond smashes hard and kneeing up in pain, grabs his back as Doom locks his head and rushes him facefirst into the corner!!] Jack: Doom kneeing up to the top rope, Diamond doesn't know where Spooky is- and Spooky Doom flying through the air LANDS ON THE MAN'S SHOULDERS FROM BEHIND WITH HIS KNEES AND FRONT FLIP REVERSE RANA SENDING SHANE DIAMOND FLYING NO! DIAMOND LANDS ON HIS FEET! [The crowd pops as Spooky rushes to grab Diamond's arm from behind, kicking up his legs to wrap them around Shane's head and soars out with arms spread to duck inside flipping Shane head over heels! The crowd roars out as Shane Diamond shoves up and hurries on his knees to his corner to tag out to Owen Cage!!] [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Shane Diamond overwhelmed at the early onset and that is not a good sign. Unless he's playing cat and mouse well he just called in the Tiger and believe me, Owen Cage will have none of that being shown up business in his ring, this is for HIS World Title! [Cage points out an arm, shouting at Spooky Doom as he gets inside and moves to the center, slowing things down. Spooky is ready to go, bouncing from foot to foot as he shouts at Owen to face him! Cage brushes his long blonde hair back, and shaking his neck out, moves to the center with a leisurely pace as its clear he's stalling for time] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Owen Cage just being a jerk as usual but this may be smart wrestling. Jim: He knows how much Spooky hates his guts and he's making the man impatient! Doom lunging in Cage pulling back! Spooky going for the lockup Owen dancing away! Spooky Doom stole his manager and his tag team partner, Owen Cage cost so much now looking to set things right! Sean: COST HIM!? Nothing doing he wants no part of the man he cost his chance at the Fusion Championship! Cage screwed Spooky Doom over and now Doom looking to put this man down! Jack: Doom with the lockup and CAGE with the kneelift to cut him off! Overhead foream shot to the back! Side headlock from Owen wheel around to rip up the hammerlock! Spooky in pain, struggling as he turns and front flip to the knees rolling kick out the back of the legs Cage down and Spooky flies with the cover! Lateral Press and 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: CAGE kicks out! To his feet and Spooky Doom armdrags him right over! Armbar in no Cage turning inside- grabs the mat and front flip himself to come up swinging the armwringer in, shoving the man back and twists the arm over again! Cage laughing as Spooky Doom into the ropes- grabs the top and backflip to TWIST Owen's arm over!! [Cage yells in anger as Doom has him under control, but Owen gets a hand up in his face! Shoving him back he smushes him to the corner and as the Ref calls for a clean break, Cage releases- and then misses with the cheapshot! Owen turns and Spooky punches him!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Spooky Doom punching Owen back! Cage with the fist! Blocked! Spooky with a hard right hand! And taking Cage all the way into the ropes, irish whip hard to send Owen running across the ring! Sean: Keep your eye on Spooky Doom charging full speed! Owen off the side!! Leaps for the flying spinning back ELBOW connects! Cage off his boots! Spooky to the leg and throwing down kicks and stomps!! Jack: Cage in pain, trying to get up as Spooky runs the ropes! HANDSPRING to smash the legs off the side Cage comes up Doom flying through the air twisting FOREARM SMASH!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And OWEN CAGE rolling out of the ring! He hates this! He wants no part of Spooky Doom! Cage just being outclassed at every second and this is HIS First pay per view defense how dare Doom show him up!? Jack: Spooky Doom demanding he get back in the ring and fight! Cage flipping him off! SERENA! [Serena comes around the corner going for Cage and shoves right into him! Owen yells at her as Serena shoves him harder knocking him back! Owen shouts at her and Doom has his hair from over the top! The fans are cheering as Cage reaches for the head to snap him down but Doom instead flies over the side locking the head to SPIKE the Tornado DDT into the floor!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DOOM JUST PLANTED CAGE INTO THE FLOOR OF THE TOKYO DOME!!!! Jim: MY GOD MAN! THATS HORRIBLE!!! Sean: SPOOKY COULD WIN HIS FIRST SHOOTFIRE GOLD TONIGHT!! [Doom gets up and plays air guitar as his fans cheer out!! Cage knees up, shocked as he holds his face with both hands, pushing to get to his feet as Doom nails him with a spinning heel kick taking him down!! Cage crawls away as Serena yells at him, calling him a little bitch as the fans are cheering out!] Jim: Doom rolling back in the ring to break the count, mark of a good veteran, and now in pursuit as he goes after Cage who rushes around the side and scrambles in! Runs to tag out to Shane Diamond! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Diamond in and rushes as Doom tags out to Colt who ducks a clothesline and fires off a back savate kick! Shane caught in the back and goes stumbling! Colt Montana charges and rushes to jump on Diamond's back! Wrenches back and LUNGBLOWER!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: NOO!! COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [POP!] Sean: SHANE DIAMOND KICKS OUT! To his feet as Colt takes his head and runs the corner LEAPS OVER THE SIDE! SNAPPING SHANE'S HEAD OFF THE TOP ROPE!! "OOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" [Diamond flies back as Colt goes from the apron to the top rope- and standing tall he turns to face the crowd and raises out his arms, sailing backwards into a perfect Moonsault as Diamond gets up the knees! Colt smashes into the legs as the crowd roars out in sympathy pain! Montana shoves up as fast as he can but Diamond takes him off his feet with a drop toehold, and rolling up grabs the leg to rip it into the air and smash down the knee! Colt yells out as he fights- and rolling off his shoulder kicks up into Shane!] Jack: Diamond knocked back and Colt scampering to his feet- runs the ropes and comes back as he leaps for the flying shoulderblock! SHANE DUCKS CATCHING HIM ACROSS HIS SHOULDERS!! [Diamond presses Colt into the air tossing him high then catches him and slams the Samoan Drop! The audience pops as Diamond sits up talking trash and reaching over, pulls up the leg as he demands the count!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: NO! Colt gets the shoulder up!! [The fans in Tokyo are cheering, as Colt fights to get to his feet as Shane wraps on the headlock, forcing into a front facelock, then hooking the leg rips Colt up and into the Fisherman's Suplex! He has the bridge and the pin as the Ref counts again!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: COLT gets out and Shane Diamond hauling him up immediately! Turning around for the Vertical Suplex--- AND DOWN INTO A POWERBOMB!!! ***WWHHHAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!*** Jim: WHEN DOVES CRY! ...Don't ask me I just read em. Jack: DIAMOND WITH THE COVER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: COLT ESCAPES AGAIN! Diamond could not hold it and he's mad at the Referee! Demanding at Dreamer for faster counts! Shane Diamond hollering as our official is not your problem Shane, Colt Montana is who is now heading out and tags in to MISS JASMINE ON THE APRON! Sean: Spooky Doom tags in! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Okay Spooky Doom in but the Referee didn't see the tag! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: JASMINE DISTRACTED THE REF! AND DOOM COMPLAINING THERE WAS A TAG! Jim: Nobody saw it, it didn't happen! Like blindsiding someone's minivan in the parking lot! Sean: That was MY MINIVAN! Jim: Um- Doom forced to get out of the ring as Shane Diamond crashes a knee right into Colt's face! And now dragging him back ducks under the arm and SAITO SUPLEX DUMPING COLT ON HIS NECK!! Headlock right into a Spinning Neckbreaker! Diamond all over the World Tag Team Champ as this capacity crowd eats it! Sean: My insurance company will be contacting you. Jack: Diamond all over Colt with stomps and drags the man across the ring! Now tag into Owen Cage- will the former tag team partner of Colt Montana hold back in his CAGE WITH THE FOREARM TO THE THROAT!! Jim: Guess not! He cares more about his titles than Colt or Serena, believe that! [Cage drags Colt up and strangling him with his forearm guard, rips him around and throws him into his corner! Owen goes right over to mess with Doom as the Referee moves to intercept- and Jasmine holds Colt's leg as Shane wraps the tag rope around the luchadore's throat! The fans are booing as Owen picks a fight and Doom and Serena yell at him to back off- as Colt flails trying to get free!!] Jack: Just like that the tide has turned and Colt Montana in bad position! Colt fighting to get free but Shane choking him out! They release and OWEN CAGE THROUGH THE AIR AVALANCHE SPLASH INTO COLT MONTANA!! [Cage pulls Colt away and kicking up the buckles, shoves off to slam the Tornado DDT!! The audience roars as Owen knees up- and tagging out to Shane, goes to the top turnbuckles himself! The fans are booing as Cage stands tall and Shane grabs the ropes, slingshotting himself in over the side! Owen flies off the top crashing the huge elbow into the stomach! Colt sits up right into a Shane Diamond legdrop!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH! AND Cage up and smiling- pulling Colt into the air for the vertical suplex as Shane Diamond smacks his ass for the Ringu Faia fans and goes down to a knee! CAGE SUPLEXES COLT ONTO DIAMOND'S KNEE!! AND SHANE WITH THE HEAD! ROLLING REVERSE NECKBREAKER!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Cage: TEAMMMMMMM!!!!!!! Diamond: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEGO!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: That's not even clever. Jim: No but it makes a point, that these guys fear no one. They are the tag team masters and if you don't like that, learn to LOVE IT! [Cage steps out as Diamond holds up Colt's hand towards his corner, taunting Spooky Doom to get inside! Doom paces back and forth, upset as Shane gives off his hyena laugh!] Shane: YYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAAHAHAHAHA!!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I hate these guys. I mean take nothing away from their athletic ability but their personalities are deplorable. Jim: Well if you were one of Team EGO then you'd understand. But egomaniacs are usually good at something, so I can understand why you and these fans don't identify with them at all. Just sit back, and be honored that the real talent chooses to use their time to entertain your meaningless little lives. Sean: And now I hate you. Jack: Diamond pulling Colt Montana up and hauling him over, Miss Jasmine is calling for it and Shane gets ready to hook the DiamondGasm! This sinister maneuver has won Diamond the World Tag Titles and SERENA ON THE APRON!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Diamond releasing and COLT TAKES HIM OVER SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE GOT HIM! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: NO!! SHANE DIAMOND ESCAPES! AND COLT UP AND DIVES TO MAKE THE TAG!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: SPOOKY LEAPING IN! BUT CAGE DOES TOO!! Sean: DOOM CHARGING DROPKICKS SHANE OUT OF THE WAY! CAGE RUNNING AND -PUTS ON THE BRAKES!?! [Cage waits for Diamond to get up as Spooky Doom runs and leaps to hit the forearm into Owen! Cage staggers back then drops and hugs the waist allowing Shane the chance to crash into Doom from behind! The fans boo out at seeing the house of fire cut off and Shane whips Doom into the corner, then ducks down as Owen comes flying at him, catches the leg and hoists Owen high into the air so the man can land the Ghetto Stomp down across the back!!] [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH AND THE DOUBLE TEAM! AND TEAM EGO EXPECTING THAT HOT TAG TOOK ADVANTAGE! Jim: THEY'RE SO SMART! AND SEXY! Sean: WHAT!? Jim: ...Er, Um, - SPOOKY DOOM JUST SAT RIGHT UP!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND GETS UP BEHIND OWEN CAGE AND SHANE DIAMOND! [The World Tag Team Champs turn and Doom snaps the punch to each man's face- then grabbing their heads back- smashes them together as the audience roars!! Cage staggers away as Doom spins striking Diamond with a kick across the face knocking him right off his boots! Owen comes in with a shot and Spooky blocks only to fire one in sending Cage to his back! Shane Diamond runs in with a monster haymaker but Doom ducks and picking up Shane, slams the Atomic Drop! The fans cheer out as Owen charges Spooky but Doom ducks to backdrop the man clear over his head sending the Tag Champ soaring through the air!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND SPOOKY DOOM IS LAYING TEAM EGO OUT HE'S ON FIRE!!! [Doom plays the air guitar as Serena cheers from the floor! Colt bounces on the bottom rope and points out as Spooky sidesteps a Shane Diamond charge and sends the man right over the top rope all the way down to the floor below!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Owen Cage to his knees and begging off! Spooky Doom disgusted! And goes at Cage who is pleading for mercy! After all this you really think Doom wants to make nice? That man cost him his Fusion Championship shot! Jim: DOOM COST HIM TOO!! HE SHOULD HAVE LOST TO CAGE BUT HE DIDN'T! Sean: So that's Spooky Doom's fault!?! Unbelievable! [Owen yells at Spooky to back off as Doom looks around to the fans in Tokyo! The crowd wants to see Doom kick his ass and Spooky goes right for Cage!] Jack: AND CAGE UP AND GOES TO THE EYES!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And Owen Cage with the mask CHUCKS SPOOKY DOOM HALFWAY OVER THE SIDE! [Doom comes back into the ring hurting as he turns around and Cage leaps for the C-Kutta! The fans scream out but Doom shoves him right off! Owen catches his footing and twists as Spooky springs off the second turnbuckle but as he leaps Cage jumps to dropkick him straight in the stomach! Spooky hits the mat and rolls out to the floor as the crowd pops in sympathy pangs!] Jim: AMAZING COUNTER FROM OWEN CAGE! DOOM COMING AROUND RINGSIDE AND CAGE CHARGING AT HIM!! Sean: BASEBALL SLIDE OUT PAST THE POLE AND CAGE CATCHING THE RINGPOST SWINGS AROUND LOCKING LEGS AROUND THE HEAD SENDS SPOOKY DOOM RIGHT INTO THE GUARDRAIL AND OVER THE SIDE!!! ****CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHH!!!!!**** [Cage instantly shoves up crawling in as fast as he can, Spooky Doom trying to right himself and Owen grabs the top turnbuckle, pulling himself up to stand at the very top! As the fans are roaring out- Cage jumps clear across the ringside area into a gigantic flip that smashes himelf upside down into Spooky Doom!!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: CAGE WIPED DOOM OUT!!! BOTH MEN CRASHING THROUGH THE CROWD!!! Jim: MY GOD MAN! AND OWEN CAGE TAKING IT TO SPOOKY DOOM!!! THAT'LL TEACH HIM TO STEAL PEOPLE'S MANAGERS! Sean: STEAL!? CAGE FIRED HER!! [The fans are cheering as Owen Cage and Spooky Doom are battling it out in the crowd! Cage throws a fist and Doom blocks, fighting through as he beats Owen into the railing! Cage is stunned as he can't believe Doom is still moving!!] Jack: Owen Cage retreating into the ring, climbing up as Shane Diamond has the tag! And Spooky Doom moving like an Undead Superstar!! Jim: Cage in and JASMINE HAS DOOM'S LEG!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SERENA BLACK! MOVING AROUND AND -AND SPRAYING SOMETHING INTO JASMINE'S EYES!! [Jasmine screams out clutching at her face as Spooky Doom dives inside the ring, and Shane Diamond meets him with a jumping Bicycle Kick straight to the face!! Spooky flies back through the air and Shane slams into the ropes, coming back down to slam the corkscrew elbow! Spooky sits up in pain and Diamond latches on the side headlock, grinding him down but Doom reaches back to grab the bottom rope!] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Ref says break! HE WON'T! COME ON! Jim: And COLT MONTANA GETTING IN THE RING!! Sean: SERENA SPRAYING SHANE DIAMOND IN THE EYES!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DIAMOND FORCED TO RELEASE! AND DRAGGING SHANE TO THE CENTER! [Spooky Doom goes to tag out to Colt Montana as the fans cheer! Doom climbs the ropes as Colt scales up with him! Spooky grabs Colt's shoulders as both stand on the top rope and Colt holds out his hands, Doom stepping into them and he tosses the man into the air as Spooky Doom flies into the 630 Senton!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SUPER WHEEL OF DOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND COLT MONTANA HAS THE COVER ON SHANE DIAMOND! NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPS! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: OWEN CAGE DIVING TO BREAK THE MOVE UP!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH COME ON!! Sean: GET IN THERE REF! Jim: SPOOKY DOOM LEAPING IN! [Owen rises as Spooky punches him across the ring, beating the crap out of his face as Cage staggers over his own legs and Colt races as Spooky leaps backwards over Montana who runs to spear straight into Cage taking him right back into the corner! Cage hits his back and Spooky leaps right off Colt's back to slam a high back elbow!! Owen staggers out of the corner as both run past him going to either side and sliding to the outside, The Deadbeats pull back and hit stereo springboard dropkicks right into Owen Cage!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MY GOD MAN AND CAGE TAKEN OUT!! [Shane Diamond gets up cursing and as Colt turns around Shane rushes and throws up the Yakuza Kick!!] ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!*** Sean: COLT into the side and Shane Diamond ducks a Spooky Doom lariat! Diamond taking Spooky up and MAIN EVENT SPINEBUSTER!! [Diamond catches Colt and takes him up in a Snap Powerslam! The ring shakes as Shane pulls back on the leg, but as the Referee goes for the cover, Serena dives inside and grabbing the boot rips Shane off of Montana!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DIAMOND GOING OUTSIDE TO GIVE CHASE! HEADING AROUND THE RING AND JASMINE ON THE OTHER SIDE! SERENA TRAPPED!! Jim: OH NO! THEY'RE ABOUT TO DO TO HER WHAT THEY DID TO TEAM SPW!!! [The fans roar out as Colt Montana charges the corner, and leaps off the second turnbuckle to soar over the top with the flying press! Serena ducks as Colt takes Diamond to the floor!! The fans cheer as Jasmine grabs on to Serena, raising her into the air for the choke!] Sean: Jasmine going to chokeslam Serena to the floor! Jim: SPOOKY DOOM SLIDING OUT AND PULLING HIS MANAGER AWAY! Jack: JASMINE SLUGGING SPOOKY DOOM! [Doom goes sideways and into the railing as Colt pulls Diamond up, whipping him at the barricades!! Shane is able to reverse sending Montana into Doom and both men go right over the railing!! The fans roar out as Shane screams at the ring- and from the far corner Owen Cage pulls himself up to stand on the top turnbuckle-- and tightrope walking along the top rope shows off to the Tokyo Dome as he steps off the top turnbuckle to dive into a flying corkscrew through the crowd!! The fans roar out as Owen Cage takes down The Deadbeats!] [MONSTER CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NICELY DONE! AND I HATE TO SAY IT BUT TEAM EGO PULLING OUT ALL THE STOPS TO KEEP THEIR TITLES!! Jim: DIAMOND HAULING COLT OVER THE SIDE! AND DRAGGING HIM IN! ROLLING INSIDE COULD THIS BE THE BEGINNING OF THE END!?! Sean: WITH HIS HEAD! AND CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER INTO THE DIAMONDGASM!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND SHANE UP AND LETS OUT HIS SIGNATURE LAUGH! Shane: YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND SHANE DIAMOND WITH THE COVER!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: COLT KICKED OUT!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Shane gets up surprised and shouts at the Referee! Dreamer says its only two as Diamond can't believe it! Yelling at the Official, Shane Diamond demands that it was three and swears as Owen Cage pulls himself to their corner, unable to believe himself! Shane goes for the tag out as Owen steps in, ready to put his former partner away! Spooky Doom crawls up to his corner, body wracked in pain and Cage is waiting... ready... as Colt starts to get up- and Owen rushes in to leap for the CKutta- but Colt reverses with the backdrop suplex!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MONTANA NAILED HIM! NO ONE KNOWS HIM BETTER!! [Cage kicks up in pain, gripping the back of his head! And Colt drags him across the ring! The fans are roaring out as Montana slaps the tag out to Spooky Doom- and both begin to climb the turnbuckles again! The fans are on their feet- and as the Tokyo Dome is standing room only, Spooky and Colt hold on to each other's backs and throw up their free arms- to dive straight off the top both into a 450 Degree Splash and crashland into Owen Cage!!!] ******WWWWHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!***** [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MY GOD MAN! AND THEY KILLED OWEN CAGE!!! Jim: AND SPOOKY DOOM HAS THE PIN! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! Sean: THE REF DOWN IN POSITION CAGE FLATTENED BY THE DEADBEATS! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: SHANE DIAMOND CRASHING INTO BOTH!! COME ON NOW!! AND ROLLING FROM THE RING- WHAT IS THIS! JASMINE DRAGGING CAGE OUT! I CAN'T- ONCE AGAIN TEAM EGO GOING TO LEAVE THE RING! [FANS BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: DIAMOND PULLING CAGE UP THE AISLE! JASMINE HAS THE WORLD TAG TEAM BELTS!! Sean: AND THE REF FORCED TO COUNT!! COME ON TEAM EGO! GET BACK IN THE RING! 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!! 4!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: SPOOKY DOOM AND COLT MONTANA UP AND THEY WANT TEAM EGO IN THIS RING!! Jim: IF THEY GET COUNTED OUT THEY KEEP THEIR WORLD TITLES!! Sean: THAT'S HORRIBLE! ON PAY PER VIEW!? COME ON NOW!!!! 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Cage swears and shoves away as he pulls his belt from Jasmine, heading up the aisle and the fans are booing out, throwing trash from the railings! Garbage is showering down on Team EGO as the bell rings and the fans boo like thunder!] ***DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!*** [MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Spooky Doom and Colt Montana look to each other- and give chase! The fans are screaming out as The Deadbeats slide to the floor and rush up the aisle! Team EGO do not expect the attack and Doom and Colt crash into them punching them up the steel ramp!!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DOOM SOCKING DOWN OWEN CAGE! COLT BEATING INTO SHANE DIAMOND! Sean: KICK THEIR ASS! BRING IT TO THEM!!! [Spooky Doom rips Owen Cage up and spinning round chucks him off the stage! Owen goes to the concrete floor as Colt Montana spinning savate kicks Shane Diamond across the face, and Spooky Doom hooks Diamond to suplex him up and smash him across the metal ramp with the hard Brainbuster!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: What is this! Colt shouting to Spooky Doom, Doom pointing at the video towers- and yelling for Colt! Montana and Doom what are they doing!? Jim: Colt sliding down to the floor, and heading around the ramp pulling a table out at the bottom of the stage! And Spooky Doom heading up the metal ramp to the top of the stage! Sean: I have no idea... Cage in a bad way as Colt dragging the table out and now taking Owen up- pitches his best friend across the table! I can't believe what I'm seeing!! Jack: SPOOKY DOOM CLIMBING THE SCAFFOLDING ON THE SIDE OF THE VIDEO TOWER!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: COLT PUNCHING CAGE!! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! Jack: SPOOKY DOOM DETERMINED TO PUT CAGE DOWN ONCE AND FOR ALL!!! HE HAS HAD IT! HE HAS HAD ENOUGH! [Spooky Doom keeps climbing hand over fist up the side of the colossal video tower as the audience is cheering! Nearly yelling themselves hoarse, the fans in the Tokyo Dome get back up to their feet! Spooky Doom makes it to the very top of the video towers and standing up, sways in the balance as the fans are roaring out! Standing on top of the three story video tower, Spooky Doom plays his air guitar and as the fans scream out Doom goes right off the side flying down in a plunge of green lightning!!] [C R O W D S C R E A M I N G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The audience roars out in shocked disbelief as Spooky Doom crashes Owen Cage right through the table sending wooden pieces flying up everywhere!!!!!!] ******CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!******* [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MY GOD MAN!!!! SPOOKY DOOM DIVES THREE STORIES AND HE MAY BE DEAD!!! Jim: HE JUMPED! HE JUMPED! HE JUMPED OFF THE TOP OF THE- INSANE!! INSANE! UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE!!! Sean: TOKYO HAS _NEVER_ SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS AND NEITHER HAVE I!! MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT THAT TABLE FLEW UP IN PIECES!!! Jack: SPOOKY DOOM JUST CAME OFF THE VIDEO TOWER AND DESTROYED OWEN CAGE!! THIS MATCH IS OVER, DEADBEATS WIN BY COUNT OUT BUT THIS HAS BEEN INSANE!!! RINGU FAIA CONTINUES!! [Shane Diamond stares out with a look of horror on his face as Jasmine is stunned speechless! Colt throws his arm in the air, yelling out as Serena stands smiling, Referees, Road Agents, Paramedics pushing in through as they try to get to both Superstars, the fans screaming out in a buzzing din, both athletes completely unconscious as pieces of table lay everywhere!!] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | WILD & STARRING vs DEATHKNELL & JEAN PIERRE CELINE | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [The arena lights cut out, drawing a buzz of anticipation from the gathered fans. But this black void is quickly filled, both by the flash of red strobe lighting across the crowd and also by the opening notes of Judas Priest's "One Shot at Glory" that blare out over the speakers. And on the video towers, more blackness, surrounding but a single point of light Ð a point of light that slowly but steadily grows as the song's intro builds in tempo... ...until it explodes into a shooting star that streaks around the big screen. And in its wake, comes a montage of footage of our impending arrivals in action. Against the Beauty Brothers (RIP Ric). Against Fighters U. Against the Dream Team. Against the Red Devils.] "Let me hear the battle cry! Calling on the wind Let me see the banners fly Before the storm begins" [And as the first lyrics are heard, out from beneath the screen bursts Van Wild, fired up and with a wide grin on his face as he greets the gathered fans. He looks backÉ and out steps Scott Starring, blue gaze flashing over the cheering throng all around him!] Stone: THE FOLLOWING IS SET FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST, ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY CHRIS WHEELING... AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 480 POUNDS, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWO YEARS... THEY ARE VANNNN WIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!! AndÉ SCOTTTTTTT SSSSSTTTAAAAAAARRRRINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Let me feel the spirits soar Destroy the enemy Striking at the evil core For all the world to see" [Wild heads towards the ring, slapping hands with every fan in reach, while Starring follows his lead behind. The crowd is clapping and trying to push towards the railing, moving in as they reach to touch hands with their heroes!] "This day will last forever Deep in the hearts of men Courage and victory Remember... Remember!" [Arriving ringside, energized by the crowd, Wild bounds up the steel steps and slingshots in over the top rope, spinning around in the center of the ring and playing to the fans to another big response! The Tokyo Dome comes alive as the fans cheer out celebrating the return of the legendary tag team!!] "One Shot At Glory In the crossfire overhead Fate stands before me Words have all been said" [Starring joins him, sliding in under the bottom rope. He shakes loose the tension in his shoulders as Wild goes to each side of the ring in turn, firing up the crowd, before running the ropes for a final prematch warmup. Chris Wheeling makes his way to ringside in his blue Burberry Suit, an open white shirt collar underneath as the Agent to the Stars is applauding his charges] "One Shot At Glory Driving hard and seeing red Destiny calls me One night of fire One Shot at Glory!" Jack: And WILD & STARRING out here for the first time in two years WOW! #DOOM# #DOOM# [The lights cut out. The arenaÕs water sprinklers go off, setting off a collective groan from the audience. What a ridiculously self-indulgent entrance, this spectacle has to haemorrhage money every time to the struggling company lets him out. Red spot lights start to search through the crowd, furthering the audienceÕs irritation, before finally coming to a rest on the ceiling. The fans roar out as they point to the sky and from the roof of the Tokyo Dome a giant object begins to lower!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [And thatÕs when you see him.] [ÒDies Irae Mass RequiemÓ by Verdi starts to BLAST over the PA system as you take in the awesome sight.] [MASSIVE MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [On cue with the music, DEATHKNELL starts to get lowered down from the ceiling. Steel chains hook around rings in his back, tugging his flesh a few inches off his body, while keeping the large man suspended in the air. A wave of dread starts to fill the crowd as they start to realize what an intimidating live force this man is despite the fact this is the second time he's been lowered. His arms outstretched to maintain balance; DeathKnell continues to sink down to your level. Flashbulbs go off, taking in this outrageous spectacle!!! The children and adults as well shirk back in fear as the unholy behemoth descends to the canvas of the ring. Starring and Wild stand unphased, fists clenched as they prepare to fight DeathKnell to the end] #DOOM# [DeathKnell is finally lowered down to the canvas. Feet touching the ground, DeathKnell flashes his glowing red eyes towards Futuro, reaching down to disconnect the chains from his leg rings. Switching his hatful glare to the fans, DeathKnell yanks the chains away from his back, letting the skin snap back into place. The chains clank against one another as they fly around in the air. Reaching behind his back, DeathKnell starts to remove the last chains as Jean Pierre Celine rolls into the ring. The Frenchman is wearing a brand new purple snakeskin suit with matching tie, his brown hair slicked backwards as he steps up to the center of the ring, grinning out as he points at Wild & Starring] Stone: AND THEIR OPPONENTS, ACCOMPANIED BY THE DEATH SQUAD... FROM PARTS UNKNOWN, AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF 540 POUNDS, THE TEAM OF; SECOND GENERATION V V V JEAN PIERRE CELINE.... AND D E A T H K N E L L ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DeathKnell standing in the ring, his legions of associates in the DeathSquad gathered around ringside, Vik Avatar, Real XTreme on one side and Chris Wheeling, agent to the stars on the opposite in the camp of Wild & Starring. Man I can't tell you how good it feels to see Scott Starring back on an SPW show, and Ringu Faia nonetheless!! Jim: NO kidding man and this guy was the most hated man in SPW for his alliances with Adrian Tanner, but now coming back to save the day I love it. I think its the awesome man and Starring really redeeming himself in the eyes of our Shootfire Faithful. [Wild heads to the apron, with Starring obviously intent on starting things off. As he circle the ring, showing caution early on, Wild plays cheerleader, getting the fans into things early.] "STARRING!!" "STARRING!!" Sean: Wow, listen to that. Every man can have a second chance at redemption and if fan support is any indication, these people love Scott Starring and are stoked to see him back. There's the bell and DeathKnell feeling no such love from our fans, in the ring and all pacing, ready to lock up! [Starring looks around the crowd, as if unable to quite belief the support from the crowd. But as things get underway, he moves in- and locks up with DeathKnell who throws him down on his back Scotty flips over his spine and gets up surprised! DeathKnell stands tall- looming a full foot at least higher and charges with a clothesline!!] [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: STARRING DUCKS! AND DK TURNS! STARRING PUNCHES HIM! PUNCHES HIM!! DOES IT AGAIN!! AND DEATHKNELL BLASTS HIM RIGHT OFF HIS FEET!!! [MONSTER HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Well that sucks. Starring sitting right up- and goes over to tag out to Van Wild! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Van leaping in and Starring into DeathKnell with a fist! The big man swings but Starring ducks and VAN WILD Leapfrogs over Starring to FOREARM SMASH DK!! [The fans cheer as Starring breaks at a run for the ropes- Van Wild twisting to duck down low and as Scott runs back Van ducks to stand tossing the man high overhead into a flying Senton right into DeathKnell! The audience pops as DK goes staggering back and Starring rises to grab Van's arm and irish whip him shoulderfirst right into DeathKnell's stomach!!] Jim: Double team in effect and the Referee should get one of them outta there! Sean: That's the only way they stand a chance! DeathKnell off balance, and Starring calling the plays Ð Van Wild hooking his own partner up across his shoulders- spins around and both legs right into DK's face!!! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DeathKnell blasted all the way back into the ropes! [Wild & Starring rush with the double team clothesline but DeathKnell is able to duck as he grabs both legs and sends them both flying over the side! The fans scream as Wild & Starring swing to land on the apron, and jumping to the first rope grab DeathKnell by his head and rip him down so his skull whiplashes off the top and he snaps back to all fours!] Jack: Starring going to a turnbuckle, Van Wild to another!? The Ref saying get out of the ring! Sean: What's this Jean Pierre Celine has Wild's leg!! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: STARRING OFF THE TOP WITH A FLYING SPLASH!!!! Sean: CRASHING DOWN INTO DEATHKNELL!!! -WHO HAS HIS NECK! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEATHKNELL RISING UP AND TAKING STARRING INTO THE AIR! Sean: VAN WILD KICKS JPC OFF THE APRON!! Jack: DEATHKNELL WITH THE RAISED DOUBLE CHOKE ON SCOTT STARRING! Jim: AND VAN WILD OFF THE TOP FLYING PRESS RIGHT INTO HIS PARTNER!!! Sean: AND BOTH WILD & STARRING TAKE DEATHKNELL DOWN!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Scott Starring rolls out of the ring as Van Wild scrambles back for the cover, busting out a smile as he pulls up on DeathKnell's giant leg!!] Jack: This is an SPW Pay Per View and Wild & Starring came here to Tokyo to win!! Jim: Yeah but is this enough!? 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: NO! HUGE KICKOUT FROM DEATHKNELL!!!!!!! [CROWD POPS!] [Enough to launch Wild back up into a standing position! Jean Pierre Celine claps and shouts encouragement in French as the camera moves to Chris Wheeling, a dark look on his face, grim but he talks up Scott Starring as Van Wild plays to the fans in this capacity crowd] Sean: DeathKnell hurting but recovering fast and Van Wild immediately over to tag in to Scott Starring. That's the only way they're gonna win, cut off the ring and double team. I wouldn't even let 2nd Generation VVV in that ring. Jim: You kidding me, I wouldn't let him out! DeathKnell shouldn't be isolated the weaker man should be!! Wild & Starring letting this personal feud choose DeathKnell to focus on when that's the worst strategy I can think of! Jack: It's DeathKnell who's been tormenting Van Wild, so a sense of personal retribution surely in factor for choosing their opponents, however I agree vengeance does not guarantee an actual win and that's what Wild & Starring should be concerned about despite how personal this battle is. [Scott Starring moves around DeathKnell as the crowd comes alive cheering for the returning hero! Starring looks distracted for a second- then refocuses his energy on DeathKnell as the man mountain gets back up to his feet. Starring charges full speed to throw out the Standing Dropkick straight into his chest!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEATHKNELL knocked backwards and Starring with the knee to the stomach, now a clothesline as hard as he can, has DeathKnell in the ropes moving him towards a neutral corner! Ref says break but Starring UNLOADING with a forearm smash! And Stomp to the kneecap! Fist to the face as hard as he can wow Scott Starring all DEATHKNELL HEADBUTTS HIM TO THE MAT!! STARRING DOWN! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Wow. That'll do it. That'll break your concentration. And your brain. Yeah. Sean: Starring seeing Stars as he gets up and DEATHKNELL KILLS HIM WITH A LARIAT!! SPUN HIM IN MID-AIR! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Jean Pierre Celine reaching for the tag- DeathKnell ignoring him and latching onto Scott, RIPS him up and RUNS HIM BACK INTO THE BUCKLES!! OH!! Starring with no place to go and DEATHKNELL SMASHING HIS HIP INTO STARRING! OVER! OVER! AND CLOTHESLINES THE MAN INTO THE AIR!! Starring sliding down he's overwhelmed and this is where NO ONE wants to be. Jim: DeathKnell able to turn things around, just like that! Pulling Starring up like a bag of meat, hauling him across his shoulders and JUMPS TO SIT DOWN H-BOMB BACKBREAKER STARRING BOUNCES OH THE PAIN!! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And right now Scott Starring finding out why he's stayed away from SPW for so long. DeathKnell stepping on his neck! Starring kicking and struggling to breathe!! All the weight of the mega gigantic monstrosity that is Lord DeathKnell directly on Starring's neck collapsing his trachea and larynx! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SCOTT STARRING KICKING AND CANNOT BREATHE! AND IN SPW PERFECTLY LEGAL!! Jim: TAP OUT! GIVE UP! YOU CANNOT TAKE THIS MAN! 325 POUNDS STRAIGHT ON HIS NECK!! Jack: BUT THESE FANS WANT TO SEE SCOTT STARRING COME BACK! "STARRING!!!!!" "STARRING!!!!!" "STARRING!!!!!" "STARRING!!!!!" Jim: Van Wild leading the chant again- wow.... can you guys ever say you'd expected to have heard the fans chanting for this guy!? For years he was hated on in SPW and now the Shootfire Faithful not only cheering him on, they're actually trying to will him back up! I mean Scott Starring and Adrian Tanner were two of the most hated men in SPW! This is unbelievable the reception shown for Starring here tonight! Jack: Well Scott Starring putting his ego aside and returning to help out his friend, his mentor, the man who trained him to be one of premier tag team wrestlers in the world today, and that's why these fans love him and I hope he can come back and put DeathKnell and Celine away!! Sean: Yeah but not from the -REF FOR THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: STARRING SQUIRMS A SHOULDER UP! AND DEATHKNELL RELEASING!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DeathKnell wanting to do more damage, and dragging Starring across the ring like nothing, to the neutral corner down left and JPC shouting for the tag! DeathKnell with a look of murder towards his old training buddy and Celine shuts up. Now this I don't get, DeathKnell fought in a Semifinals match for the Fusion Grand Prix and HE wants Wild & Starring so bad he won't tag in JPC either! Jack: DeathKnell wants this he doesn't even care about JPC and he's probably right to do so. The big man monster dragging Starring up and launching him into the corner- rears back and MISSED THE RIGHT HAND! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Deathknell coming againÉ AND STARRING DODGES! THE MONSTER CRASHES INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! [POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: STARRING TRYING TO PULL IT TOGETHERÉ A FIST INTO DEATHKNELL! THE BIG MAN IN THE CORNER! STARRING STRIKES AGAIN! NEARLY BROKE HIS HAND ON THAT ONE! JUMPS UP TO THE SECOND ROPE AND SWINGS THE FOREARM CLOCKING DK'S FACE SIDEWAYS!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DEATHKNELL THROWS HIM OFF!! [Starring bounces off his back, rolls up and sees Deathknell charging!] Jack: WHOA!! STARRING SNAPS OFF A DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! Jim: STUMBLES THE MONSTER ! STARRING UP, OFF THE ROPESÉ AND SPINNING HEEL KICK INTO DEATHKNELL! [The fans roar out as Starring runs across the ring as fast as he can and tags out to Van Wild! Van leaps in over the side and both run full speed at DeathKnell- Van Wild leaping out to smash his body into DeathKnell with the flying corner splash and then drops to all fours as Starring leaps off his back to crash in the Shining Wizard to the face!!] *****CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!***** Jack: RIGHT INTO THE EYE!! AND DEATHKNELL HURT!!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: DEATHKNELL ACTUALLY SHOWING PAIN -HIS EYE! AND STARRING NAILED HIM GOOD! [DeathKnell walks away using the rope for support as he grips his left eye! Holding it in pain, he reaches to tag to JPC but Starring slams a shoulder into the back of his leg! DeathKnell falls over backwards as Van Wild comes off the ropes with the baseball slide right into the side of his massive head!!] [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THEY WILL NOT LET THE BIG MAN TAG OUT! JPC YELLING AND SCOTT STARRING STRIKES HIM OFF THE APRON!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: This is what you do! This is exactly what you do! Glad to see Starring hasn't lost his mean streak! Scotty to the top rope as Van Wild slams the elbowdrop into DeathKnell- STARRING INTO THE AIR AND SOMERSAULT LEGDROP RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE BIG MAN! Jack: STARRING ROLLING OUT AS VAN WILD WITH THE HEAD AND STEPS AROUND, SITTING DOWN FIGURE FOUR CHOKEHOLD ON DEATHKNELL I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: DK DOWN SHOULDERS DOWN AS WELL!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: DEATHKNELL HAS THE SHOULDER UP! BUT STILL BEING CHOKED OUT! Jack: DESPERATE MEASURES FROM A MAN SURELY NOT KNOWN FOR HIS MAT WRESTLING, ANYTHING TO KEEP THIS MONSTER DOWN AND AWAY FROM THEÑWHAT!? [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: STARRING BEING ATTACKED BY REAL XTREME AND VIK AVATAR ON THE OUTSIDE!!! Jack: STARRING JUMPED FROM BEHIND! AND JAMES KICKS HIM LOW! [BOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: LANCE THROWS HIM INTO THE RING APRON!! VIK WITH BOXING COMBINATIONS TO THE RIBS!!! Jim: WHEELING! WHEELING TELLING THE REF AND THE REF OVER TO STOP IT!! Sean: VAN WILD HAS DEATHKNELL ABOUT CHOKED OUT!! COME ON!! [The Referee screams at the Deathsquad to stop and goes right to Steve Stone, yelling over the side as Stone nods and raises his microphone!] Stone: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE REFEREE HAS BANNED THE DEATHSQUAD FROM RINGSIDE!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEATHKNELL HAS THE ROPES!! Jim: WHAT!?! Sean: He said he had the rope- Jim: I KNOW THAT I MEAN YOU CAN'T BAN THE DEATHSQUAD FROM Okay I guess you can! They're being forced to leave!! A travesty! [Vik shouts out, gripping his head as he yells at the Referee in disbelief! 2nd Gen VVV complains in french as Real Xtreme back up the aisle, the Referee ordering them out of the Tokyo Dome! Avatar curses out as the fans cheer!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Avatar and Real Xtreme cursing up a blue streak but Security and Road Agents like that out here to force them back! Starring able to escape back to his corner thankfully those goons are outta here, and DeathKnell has the ropes, but finally Van Wild releasing after a four count, you have got to fight fire with everything you have against a monster like this- true his stable may have saved a tap out but the damage has been done. Jim: Things looking good for that fan pandering sissy boy Scott Starring and his Grandpa Jase, but you know what it's all Chris Wheeling's fault the Deathsquad got banned from ringside, that's gay. And not in a good way either! Sean: Oh get over it, like DeathKnell really NEEDS the unfair advantage. Starring recovering and Van Wild throwing down stomps into DeathKnell, that shot to the eye really turned things around. Jack: Ringu Faia seeing the first Wild & Starring reunion match in over two years wow, it really doesn't seem that long ago but Scott Starring back in SPW and this is great to see a legendary tag team giving it their all together again! In front of the jam-packed Tokyo Dome nonetheless! [Starring grips the tag rope as Wheeling talks at him, eyes locked on Van as Wild pulls DeathKnell towards the center. Standing on the logo, Van takes the arm, steps around it to drop down with it trapped and winds in the sleeperhold to cut the air off from the big man!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Van Wild using every trick in the book as giants have been felled with this maneuver before. Look at that armbar he has on with his legs, that's to ensure it's even harder for DK to crawl and make the ropes. Van Wild really pulling out all the stops tonight. Now we get to see how his submission survival skills are as The Wild Thing tries to make the big man go to sleep. Sean: Scott Starring still recovering from that illegal attack by the Deathsquad, but still watching intently from the apron as his partner does his best to put DeathKnell out! Jim: You know there's really no reason DK should even be in that ring right now as the legal man, but pride has gotten to him, months of wanting Starring to himself now he's too proud to tag out and it may cost him! I mean I can't believe I'm saying this but it may actually cost him this match! Jack: And Wild & Starring would like nothing more than to put DeathKnell away in their debut matchup, in front of some of the greatest wrestling fans the world has to offer, live here at Ringu Faia in the Tokyo Egg Dome. Sweat pouring down the arms of Van Wild as he's really doing his team justice inside our squared circle. How badly to they want to win!? [DeathKnell begins to shove up as Jean Pierre starts a "DeathKnell" chant that nobody in Tokyo picks up. Fighting to his knees, DeathKnell shoves up but has the full weight of Van Wild on his arm dragging him down! DK pushes to get at least to a knee, trying to sit out and gets his legs underneath as he begins to lose air to his brain... eyes dilating and he shoves up with a boost of rage to fly back squashing Van Wild!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH HE CRUSHED HIM! HE CRUSHED HIM! AND VAN FLATTENED AS DEATHKNELL ROLLING OFF! Jim: BUT TOO HURT TO MAKE THE PIN! Sean: And now it remains to be seen if DeathKnell can even make the tag! Van has got to! Scott Starring wants in!! [DeathKnell rolls over, crawling up and makes his way arm over arm towards his corner as Celine is pulling on the ropes, overjoyed at the propensity of being tagged- and Van Wild drags himself up and makes the diving tag out to Scott Starring!] [MONSTROUS FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: STARRING RACING! DEATHKNELL UP AND SCOTT CATCHES HIS ARM TO SWING AROUND DROPKICKING JEAN PIERRE CELINE RIGHT OFF THE RING APRON!!! [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SATELLITE DROPKICK OFF OF DEATHKNELL AND STARRING KICKS OFF THE BUCKLES AND SPIKES THE TORNADO BULLDOG!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: That was all Chris Wheeling believe me, distracting Jean Pierre Celine at the exact vital moment before DeathKnell could make the tag!! And Starring now going for the head, NO! DeathKnell pulls out between his legs and stands up with Scott on his shoulders!! He has him set for the Electric Chair!! This monster just keeps coming back- Sean: VAN WILD CHARGING AND SPEARS THE KNEES OF DEATHKNELL!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND STARRING COUNTERING INTO THE SWINGING DDT!! [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: NO! DEATHKNELL KICKED OUT AGAIN!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Hmmm, maybe Wheeling should distract the Ref next, so Starring can hit him with a Mack Truck. Sean: Either way they gotta stay on him. Scott and Van dragging DeathKnell to their corner, each with an arm they really want this win! The fans behind them, cheering on their every move, Starring now breaks for the ropes comes running back VAN WILD FLAPJACKING SCOTT STARRING UP INTO THE AIRÉ AND DOWN ONTO DEATHKNELL WITH THE SPLASH!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Classic Wild and Starring right there! And these fans just eating it up with chopsticks! Scotty used as a weapon and DeathKnell just rolling to the ropes! Has he had enough!?! Are we seeing him beaten down for the first time ever!? Jack: DeathKnell standing up using the ropes for support! Leaning back against VAN WILD AND SCOTT STARRING WITH THE DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE SMASH HIM OVER THE SIDE!!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: DEATHKNELL LANDED ON HIS FEET! Jim: WILD PRESSING STARRING INTO THE AIR!?! Jack: AND THROWS HIM DOWN STRAIGHT AT DEATHKNELL!!! Sean: DK TRYING TO STAND ALL THE WAY BACK INTO THE BARRICADES!! Jack: STARRING MOVING AWAY VAN WILD THROUGH THE ROPES SUICIDE DIVE!!! *****CRARRRRAAAAAAAAARRRASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: VAN WILD JUST DENTED THE GUARD RAIL WITH DEATHKNELL!!! Jim: NO KIDDING! THE RAILING IS DENTED BY HIS BACK! Jack: MY GOD MAN! AND STARRING ON DEATHKNELL WITH FISTS TO THE EYE! BEATING DEATHKNELL'S EYE BLACK! AND GOUGING INTO IT!! Sean: SHOUTING AT VAN WILD Ð TO PULL UP THE RING MAT! HERE COMES JEAN PIERRE CELINE! [Van turns and ducks to backdrop JPC up and over sending the man flat into the thinly padded floor! The audience pops as Van then accommodates StarringÕs request, then goes right back to DeathKnell and Scott and Van each throw a kick to the stomach, and locking the head, raise fists to the fans and both suplex DeathKnell up into the air- and smash him all the way down into the concrete!!!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH THIS IS AMAZING! WILD & STARRING PUTTING THE HURT ON THEIR OPPONENTS! Jim: Two on one may be the only way they can do it, but Deathknell in serious pains here! He's never faced an onslaught like this, never! Wild & Starring pulling him up and pushing the big man back into the ring, they're looking to finish this off! Jack: Celine to his feet- Wheeling distracts him! Sean: Van Wild re-entering the ring- ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!*** Jim: SCOTT STARRING SUPERKICKED THE BACK OF CELINE'S HEAD!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: WOW talk about intensity! And Chris Wheeling making his presence felt yet again at an opportune moment. Van Wild back inside the ring and circling the fallen monster. And, what!? Yanks down those singlet straps, signaling for- NO. NO, can he- heÕs out of his mind! Can he really get this man into the air for the Wild Ride!? I mean maybe two of them can suplex Deathknell but just Van Wild!? That's insane!! [The fans are calling for it as Van stomps out, ducking down low as Deathknell begins to stir! The fans are cheering and on their feet as Van Wild yells out, muscles near to bursting with adrenaline!!!] [MASSIVE ANTICIPATION BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEATHKNELL TO HIS FEET! AND VAN WILD MOVING IN TAKES THE ARM AND HE PULLS DEATHKNELL ACROSS HIS BACK!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: HE HAS HIM UP! HE HAS HIM UP HIS LEGS ARE SHAKING I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! [Van Wild screams out as the fans respond and Van throws the legs off to Smash the Wild Ride!!!] ****WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!!!**** Jack: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! Sean: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! Jim: AND VAN UP AND POINTS TO STARRING!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AND VAN WILD TAGS HIMSELF OUT!! POINTING TO THE TOP ROPE!!!!! [MASSIVE ROAR OF EXPECTATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: SCOTT STARRING LOOKING AROUND!!! VAN WILD URGING HIM ÐAND HEÕS GOING TO THE TOP ROPE!! STANDING TALL! AND THIS IS WHAT TOKYO CAME TO SEE!!! [Looking out across the Tokyo Dome, Starring takes a breath, grits his teethÉ and then yells out as he leaps upwards into the air, kicking his legs up over his head as he spins into a Shooting Star, and sails down with a majestic grace, slamming down into DeathKnell with the press!!!] [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM! SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON DEATHKNELL AND SCOTT STARRING HAS HIM!!! AMAZING!! WILD & STARRING WILL WIN THIS MATCH! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] *DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!!!!!* Stone: AND YOUR WINNERS!! WIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLD AND STAAAAARRRRRRIIIINNNG!!!! [Van Wild runs his mouth as he's incredibly happy and thanks the fans as the Referee raises his hand! Scott Starring yells out, pointing down at Deathknell and running his mouth as he tells the big man off for ever calling him out! The audience is rocking the arena with cheers as Wild & Starring celebrate! Chris Wheeling climbs the stairs clapping his hands as the Referee raises the arms of both to a gigantic standing ovation!!] [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Who would have believed it?? Everything that Van WildÕs been through at the hands of Deathknell and his army, paid back a thousand fold tonight! And itÕs got to be worth every ache and bruise to the Wild Thing to have his legendary tag team partnership back together again. Sean: Not to mention his best friend back by his side. Wild and Starring like theyÕve never been apart, a near flawless tag team showing here in the Tokyo Dome to counteract the awesome presence of Deathknell, that will have to have made our burgeoning tag division stand up and take notice for sure. Jim: Man, Deathknell brought about his own DOOM though, pardon the pun, refusing to tag Jean Pierre Celine when he had his chances. Could have been a whole lot different, on another night. [Jean Pierre Celine just walks away from the ring, leaving DeathKnell laying as he looks distraught, staring with a blank look on his face as Wild & Starring are celebrating on each turnbuckle to the overjoyed capacity crowd!] Jack: DeathKnell is a monster but he finally bit off more than he could chew. By the time he wanted out it was too late! Take nothing away from an excellent performance tonight in both matches. And Wild showing his gratitude, giving up center stage to the conquering hero, Scott Starring. The ultimate team player, Van Wild, applauding his partner. [Van Wild Ôbowing downÕ in appreciation of his partner as Starring stands exhausted and in disbelief at the outpouring of support from the Shootfire Faithful.] Sean: Jason Van Wilder leading these fans to show their love, and they donÕt need much encouragement. Listen to this crowd! "STARRING!!!!!" "STARRING!!!!!" "STARRING!!!!!" "STARRING!!!!!" [Scott smiles as he looks around the gigantic arena, at the upper decks as they regale him with cheers, showing their love! Van Wild yells, raising an arm to the air as the popular tag team just stand taken aback by the incredible reaction!] Jack: These two men have got to be looking on now with great interest at the outcome of our world tag team title match tonight. But for right now, let them enjoy their moment here in Tokyo. Wild and Starring back in a big way tonight! andÑ *****CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!***** Sean: WhatÑ Jim: WHAT THE HELL!? Jack: VAN WILDÉ VAN WILD DOWN!? WHAT HAPPENED?? Sean: I think StarringÉ JACK, I THINK STARRING SUPER KICKED HIM IN THE FACE!?! Jim: WHAT THE HELL!? Jack: No, that doesnÕt make senseÉ StarringÉ standing over a fallen Van Wild, just staring at him. I donÕt understand, they justÉ but theyÉ [A little life still left in the downed veteran, Van Wild tries to push up off the canvas, turning a glazed look towards Starring that is filled with disbelief and confusion. He meets StarringÕs eyesÉ But Starring STOMPS HIM IN THE FACE! Knocking him back down to the mat and turning away from him to look out at the stunned audience.] [BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO SCOTT STARRING!?! [Starring snaps back around, and with a lunge, he grabs Van Wild by the hair, and yanks him up into a facelock. He snatches VanÕs far arm behind his back, hooks his near leg with his ownÉ and then looks out again to the booing crowd, who were chanting his name just a moment ago. And then he closes his eyes. AND HE _DRIVES_ VAN WILDÕS FACE INTO THE MAT.] [HUGE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I DONÕT KNOW, I JUSTÉ THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. AND STARRINGÉ STARRING JUST TURNING HIS BACK ON HIS FALLEN FRIEND. HIS BEST FRIEND. AND HEÕS JUST WALKING AWAY! [To the huge jeers of the Shootfire Faithful as Starring walks, head turned down, straight past Chris Wheeling, whose own face bears a completely stunned look. Never looking back, Starring stalks up the aisle with the jeers of thousands around him, all the way to the back.] Jack: He- Scott Starring put down his own partner!? WHY! Jim: Starring superkicked Van Wild and then put him down and now just, just walking away... what the? I'm at a loss for words!! Sean: I didn't expect that one, I did not expect to see this, Starring just, leaving Van Wild laid out in the center of the ring as even Chris Wheeling seems taken aback, DeathKnell looking on now... [The monstrosity slides out of the ring, and suddenly begins to smile. Turning his massive head his shock turns into a nod, as its clear he approves of the new Scott Starring. DeathKnell heads up the aisle, one foot at a time as the fans roar out in a blur around him. Suffering through tremendous pain, DeathKnell exits the curtains on his way after his former opponent] Sean: I don't know what's going on now but that won't be the last time. Now we have Van Wild sitting up and he can't believe it. He doesn't know what happened all he knows is Scott Starring attacked him for no reason at all! Jim: We are going to have to catch up with this man and find out why- why he felt he had to do what he we just saw to his very best friend and tag team partner Jason Van Wild. Chris Wheeling upset, Van hurt and definitely upset, and I myself will get the truth outta Starring if I have to. Jack: And Ringu Faia continues, it's the Sinful Six Match next to determine a number one contender to the Fusion Championship. Ladies and Gentlemen our pay per view continues. _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [The doors to the skybox area burst open as AJ Black is hurrying, Gideon Cain and Henry Spikes following after looking very concerned. Security follow as they have earpieces as well as Tokyo Police and all swarm down the hallway as Black talks fast making sure Cain is following] AJ: Sir as CEO of SPW I have to get you out of here to the skybox we don't know what's going on but Kieran's fine for now, we have a police detail in her hospital room and here just follow me. [A uniformed officer holds a door open as they approach the hallway and as the door opens Black stops as Cain looks up, they are met not by security, but a certain masked female in all black.] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Mysterious Masked Chinese Woman: You dishonor all with your presence. [Spikes glares at the woman, trying to get any sense of who she may be.] AJ: Security, get this lunatic fan back where she belongs, please. Cain: Who are you?? MMCW: You not see at all.... Blood on hands thick. Dripping. Soon blood not be on hands. Soon blood be on head. [Security finally steps over blocking the woman from walking besides a nervous looking AJ Black as he looks around, Cain following as the woman yells at them from the hallway, Gideon looking back over his shoulder as the lone woman cackles out loud!] MMCW: No one save you now! You seal your own fate in blood of innocent! You soon find out for self!" [Security is having a hard time moving the woman as she yells at them, Cain moving as fast as he can away from the scene. Spikes backs away, making sure to stay between the woman and Gideon Cain.] MMCW: "You find out VERY SOON." [AJ reaches his skybox and opens the door ushering the Owner in, followed by the General Manager and the Police. AJ pulls the door, the camera fades out] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | Sinful Six Match | | | | BRYAN VINCENT vs MARISSA MONET vs FRANK EWIAK | | | | GINGER NINJA vs EDDIE CHRISTIAN vs RYAN BRADLEY | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [Referee Todd Lucchesi is in the ring with straws as he forces all the wrestlers to draw them to figure out which two competitors will start the match as Eddie Christian and The Ginger Ninja has the shortest straws out of the bunch.] Jack: Eddie Christian and The Ginger Ninja is going to start things off. Jim: This is surely going to be interesting as this is the first time SPW is hosting this type of match. *Ding! Ding! Ding!* [The bell sounds as Ewiak, Bradley, Monet, and Vincent all exit the ring as Eddie Christian and The Ginger Ninja set for battle. They circle each other as they lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up. The Ginger Ninja quickly taking Eddie Christian over with an arm-drag.] Jack: The Ginger Ninja quickly taking things into his control with that arm- drag. He has to be quicker than Eddie Christian in order to stop him. Jim: Eddie is quick, but no one in this match up has seen The Ginger Ninja wrestle, so it's going to be interesting to say the least. [Eddie quickly rolling through to his feet as The Ginger Ninja quickly staying on top of Eddie as he irish whips him into the ropes. Eddie comes back as the Ginger Ninja splits allowing Eddie Christian to hop over him. The Ginger Ninja quickly back to his feet as he leap frogs Eddie, however Eddie stops in his tracks.] *SMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK* [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Eddie with the superkick catching The Ginger Ninja completely off guard. Eddie covers The Ginger Ninja.] Jack: MY GOD WHAT A SUPERKICK!! EDDIE WITH THE COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: The Ginger Ninja has been eliminated! Jim: Maybe I spoke to soon? That was quick, and here comes Ryan Bradley [In comes Ryan Bradley as he immediately attacks Eddie Christian with a series of chops. Bradley now bringing Eddie in with a side headlock. Eddie quickly shoving Bradley off as Bradley responds with a slap to the face.] [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: What a show of disrespect there by Ryan Bradley to just slap Eddie Christian's face. Jim: Ryan Bradley is definitely trying to get under Christian's skin there. No man likes to be slapped Jack, unless they're effeminate like you. [That slap doesn't sit well with Christian as he uploads a series of right hands on Ryan Bradley. Bradley ducks under one of Christian's right hands as Christian turns around he locks him in a 3/4 headlock...Christian quickly pushing Bradley off him, and looks for the superkick, which Bradley dodges.] Jack: Oh! It's safe to say that these guys are well aware of each other. Bradley and Christian both went for their finishing maneuvers. Jim: Yeah, both men definitely looking to put the other one away really fast here and that's what you have to do. [Bradley attacks Eddie Christian with an European uppercut that sends Christian to the mat. Bradley following up with an elbow drop to the sternum of Eddie Christian. Bradley going for the pin here.] Jack: OH THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHRISTIAN KICKS OUT AT TWO! [POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: It's way to early, and Christian is way to fresh. [Eddie Christian gets the shoulder up at two as Bradley quickly to his feet as he admonishes the referee for his 'slow' count. Bradley begins to stomp Eddie Christian relentlessly before posing for the crowd.] [HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Oh come on now, that's just uncalled for. Jim: If he feels that the referee is counting slow, then maybe he was. [Bradley turning around and lifting Eddie Christian to his feet, lifting Eddie Christian up onto his shoulder and slams him to the mat with a powerslam. Bradley stays on top of Eddie Christian for the pin.] Jack: Bradley with the powerslam into the pin! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHRISTIAN ONCE AGAIN KICKS OUT AT TWO! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Christian is a very resilient athlete..Bradley's going to have to do A LOT more. [Eddie Christian once again kicking out as Bradley quickly to his feet once again in the referee's face showing him how he should count.] Jack: Ryan Bradley is an ass hole. He should be disqualified for getting up in the referee's face like that, Jim: Sometimes you have to be. [Eddie Christian coming to his feet as Ryan Bradley spits and slaps him in the face!!] [MEGA HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Come on now...Bradley just have no respect for Eddie Christian. Jim: I don't think it's a respect issue, I think Bradley's trying to get into Christian's head. [Eddie now begins to unload on Ryan Bradley with lefts and rights backing Bradley into the ropes as he continues his assault. Ryan Bradley covering up as Eddie continues to rain down on him with lefts and rights. Bradley quickly thumbs Eddie in the eye, followed by a chop to the chest that takes Eddie Christian off his feet.] Jack: Ryan Bradley is not competing fairly here. Jim: Anything is possible when competing in the ring. Bradley knows he has to pull out every move in his book to win this unforgiving match. [Bradley picking Eddie up off the mat as he hooks him and with a swift grab of Eddie's tights takes him back down with a snap suplex. Bradley still holding on to Eddie brings him back to his feet as he looks for another suplex. Eddie this time slides down Bradley's back, grabbing him by the waist with the roll-up.] Jack: CHRISTIAN WITH THE REVERSAL! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: Bradley reversing the momentum as he rolls on top of Eddie Christian!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: Smart move there by Ryan Bradley! [Ryan Bradley picks Eddie up off the mat in a waist grapple. Bradley looking for the release German suplex, but Eddie Christian lands on his feet!] Jack: OH! What a counter! Jim: Eddie Christian is hands down the most athletic wrestler I have ever seen. [Bradley turns around shocked at Eddie's counter. Both wrestlers take aback as they size each other up before locking up in a collar-elbow tie up.] Jack: Bradley surprised that Eddie was able to land on his feet, as both wrestlers lock up in the classic collar-elbow struggle. Jim: He shouldn't be at all shocked. [Bradley backing Eddie Christian into the corner. The referee stepping in asking for a clean break, which Ryan Bradley seems to oblige before he throws a left hand at Eddie Christian, who ducks and throws Bradley into the corner.] Jack: Eddie Christian was ready for Bradley's underhanded tactics this time. Jim: Hah! Bradley may still have Eddie Christian's number here. [Christian now lifting Bradley up on the turnbuckle. Christian steps up there looking for a superplex. Bradley fighting Christian off with some left hands to the mid-section. Bradley pushes Christian off.] Jim: Told ya so! Jack: Oh shut up. [Christian coming back to his feet as Bradley comes off the top turnbuckle looking for a axe handle, but Christian with the punch to the gut that doubles over Ryan Bradley. Eddie Christian now with a forward Russian legsweep.] Jack: Eddie Christian staying ahead of Ryan Bradley, as he takes him down with a forward Russian legsweep. Jim: Ryan Bradley's about to be in a world of hurt if he doesn't come up with something really soon. I mean FAST. [Eddie still holding on to the arm as he locks in the scissored arm bar. Bradley trying to find a way out but Eddie Christian has it synched in.] Jack: AGONY OF DEFEAT!! EDDIE CHRISTIAN HAS IT LOCKED IN! AND RYAN BRADLEY HAS NOWHERE TO GO! Jim: That has to be a painful maneuver, to just have someone tugging at your arms. [The Referee asking Bradley if he wants to quit, Bradley shakes his head no, as he builds up enough strength to roll Eddie Christian, but Christian able to regain control as he lets out a primal scream as he pulls tight on Bradley's arms.] Jack: Bradley trying to reverse, but Eddie Christian has too much control. Jim: Eddie's dedicated. He wants to win, and Bradley has to find another counter or somehow make it to the ropes if he wants to survive this match up. Sean: Yeah look at how he's positioning himself between the ropes and the wrestler's body to keep him from advancing. Very sound strategy by the Born Champion. [The Referee once again stepping in asking Ryan Bradley if he wanted to give as Frank Ewiak leans in from between the ropes to slap Eddie's shoulder and tag himself in!!] [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And what is this, Frank immediately going to the top turnbuckle!! Sean: FRANK EWIAK OFF THE TOP WITH THE BEST DAMN FROGSPLASH IN THE BUSINESS RIGHT INTO RYAN BRADLEY!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And Eddie furious, yelling as the Ref makes him get out Ewiak has the awesome pin on Bradley! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: RYAN BRADLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!! Jack: Ryan Bradley lost following Frank Ewiak and the best damn frogsplash in the business. Very nicely done as Ewiak, ever the opportunist and he tags back out to Eddie Christian of all people as it to say that's how you do it! Oh no love lost between these guys, rivals since day one. Jim: LOOK OUT FOR BRYAN VINCENT! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Bryan Vincent steps into the ring and takes Eddie Christian down with a clothesline! Eddie Christian back up as Vincent catches him with a hard right hand. Christian stumbles back into the ropes as Vincent takes him over the ropes and to the floor with a Yakuza kick!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Bryan Vincent wasting no time and he's working over Eddie Christian with his strong style of wrestling. Jim: Okay, I'll give Eddie Christian credit where credit is due. But he should really tag out because I think Bryan Vincent is going to be too much for him to handle. [Eddie Christian pulling himself up but is met with a baseball slide from Bryan Vincent. Vincent bringing Christian back to his feet delivering another hard right hand before sending Christian back into the ring.] Jack: You maybe right Jim. Eddie has already wrestled two guys, and Vincent is a lot tougher. Jim: Bryan Vincent will not cut him any slack either. If I were Eddie, I'd tag out quickly as possible. [Vincent sliding into the ring as he brings Eddie Christian to his feet. Christian breaks away as lands a right hand Vincent, followed by another and another. Vincent breaking the trend with a knee to the mid-section. Vincent hooking Eddie's leg and takes him down with a fisherman's suplex. He bridges.] Jack: Fisherman's Suplex! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: EDDIE CHRISTIAN MANAGES TO KICK OUT! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: Man I thought that was going to be it. [Eddie Christian slowly comes to his feet and Bryan Vincent is there to assault him with a brain chop. Christian drops to one knee as Bryan Vincent launches himself into the ropes and comes back *SSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!* Fans: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Jack: MY GOD!! WHAT A SHINING WIZARD! Jim: I thought I heard Eddie Christian's skull crack open. [Bryan Vincent hit Eddie Christian with a shining wizard. Eddie Christian falls to the mat lifelessly as he seems to be out cold. Vincent now going for the cover.] Jack: EDDIE HAS TO BE OUT! THAT'S IT! VINCENT WITH THE COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3?!?! WAS THAT THREE?! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] NO!! EDDIE CHRISTIAN BARELY KICKS OUT! REF SAYS ONLY TWO!! Jim: I DON'T SEE HOW! I THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS GOING TO HAVE TO CALL THE MEDICS TO STRETCHER CHRISTIAN OUT! Jack: Everyone in this arena including Bryan Vincent thought Eddie was done for. [Bryan Vincent slaps the mat in frustration. He comes to his feet taking a deep breath as he brings the limp Christian to his feet. But Christian breaks free of his grip.] *SSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!* Jack: CHRISTIAN WITH THE SUPERKICK OUT OF DESPERATION!! Jim: DAMN!! WHAT DRIVE BY EDDIE CHRISTIAN! [Both men are on the ground as the referee starts the traditional 10 count.] Jack: Neither man is moving as the referee has no choice but to start the ten count 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ... 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: Eddie begins to stir as he rolls over and drapes an arm across Bryan Vincent. 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3?! Sean: NO! BRYAN VINCENT KICKS OUT! [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: And the journey continues for both these men! Man what a match! [Both men slowly coming to their feet. Christian throws a sloppy right hand, but it's blocked by Bryan Vincent. Christian throws another sloppy right hand, and again it's block by Vincent, who under a second wind unleashes a series of left hands backing Christian against the ropes.] Jack: Eddie Christian getting sloppy here as he is beginning to tire and Vincent is well aware. Jim: Vincent with a second life, may be able to put the uncomparable Christian away. [Vincent sends Christian off to the other side with an irish whip. Christian comes back and Vincent with the tilt-a-whirl looking for the fire thunder driver, but Christian slides down his back, and pushes Bryan Vincent into the turnbuckle.] Jack: Vincent went for the Anubis Driver, but Christian countered. Jim: Eddie Christian really showing what he's made of tonight. He's refusing to quit. [Christian coming in looking for the jumping splash but Vincent dodges out the way, Christian stumbling out the corner holding his sternum but Bryan Vincent kicks him back into the corner with a running kawada kick.] Jack: Vincent capitalizing on Eddie's mistake with that running kick to the face knocking Eddie Christian back into the corner. Jim: Vincent knows that as each moment passes by Eddie Christian tires more. He's been in this match since the start for Christ's sake! [Bryan Vincent now lifting Eddie Christian to the top rope, climbing up there himself. Both men standing on the top turnbuckle as Vincent looking to superplex Eddie off. Eddie realizing his danger and begins to fight back hitting Vincent with three shots to the gut.] Jack: Eddie Christian in danger as he begins to fight out. You have to wonder how much fight is in this kid? Jim: Well, I'm starting to think he's made of iron or something. [Eddie now grabbing Vincent and cuts a somersault driving Vincent's head into the mat with a somersault piledriver off the top rope.] [MEGA MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH MY GOD!!!!! THE TASTE OF POWER!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!! I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I HAVE JUST WITNESSED!!! Jim: BRYAN VINCENT _HAS_ TO BE DEAD!! [Both men down again as Eddie Christian slowly crawls over to Bryan Vincent. He rolls him over and covers him.] Jack: CHRISTIAN WITH THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: YES!! Stone: Bryan Vincent has been eliminated! Jim: That was academic! [Frank Ewiak steps inside the ring and steps over to Eddie Christian who's using the ropes to come to his feet. The two wrestlers stare each other down.] Jack: And then there was three. Eddie Christian, Marissa Monet, and now Frank Ewiak. Jim: The difference is. "Ironman" Eddie Christian has been in the ring since the bell ranged. He has yet to tag and something tells me that he won't. Eddie has turned this match into a gauntlet so-to-speak for himself. And so far he's eliminated Bradley, Vincent, and The Ninja. Eddie has broken boundaries no doubt, but he has to have a limit. [Ewiak invites Eddie Christian in as Christian throws a hard left. Frank not to be outdone responds with a hard right that takes Eddie Christian to the mat..Frank quickly mounting Eddie Christian and delivering a series of right hands to the top of the forehead.] Jack: Frank Ewiak wasting no time with Eddie Christian. Frank has been in the ring with Eddie before and he knows what Eddie can do. He knows what to expect from Christian. Jim: Yeah he does, if I were Eddie, I'd let Monet handle this one. [Eddie manages to push Frank off of him. Eddie Christian begins to crawl to his feet as Frank boots him in the face. Eddie responds with a chop to the stomach, followed by another as he comes to his feet with a right hand that takes Frank off of his.] Jack: Eddie Christian trying to make a come back against the veteran. Jim: Eddie Christian is no rookie either. He's been a beast in this match, but if there's anyone to cage him. It's [Frank quickly back up as Eddie irish whips him to the ropes, Frank reverses and catches Eddie Christian with a dropkick. Christian goes down as Frank quickly capitalizes with a jumping knee to the top of the forehead.] Jack: Frank Ewiak quickly taking back control over Eddie Christian. Jim: Trust me, Ewiak knows Eddie Christian is probably low on gas. Atleast we're hoping. [Christian rolls over onto this stomach, but Frank pulls him back over to his back and goes for the cover.] Jack: Frank feels that Eddie is done as he goes for the pinfall- 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eddie Christian kicks out at the count of two. Jim: Eddie Christian will not die. [Frank Ewiak once again mounting Eddie Christian firing away with a series of rights before going wild with left and rights to the forehead and face of Eddie Christian. The referee stepping in and forcing Ewiak off of Eddie Christian who is now bleeding.] Jack: OH! HE'S BUSTED! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim:The blood coming profusely down Eddie Christian's face. This does not spell well meaning for the young "King of Wrestling". [Frank bringing Eddie back to his feet forcing him into the corner. Ewiak once again attacking Christian with a flurry of fists that beats Christian down into a seated position. The referee once again stepping in and checks on the bloody Eddie Christian.] Jack: Eddie's face is a crimson mask as the referee checking on him to see if he can continue with the match. Jim: This is the strong opening that Frank Ewiak needs to take advantage of and put Eddie C. away. [Frank Ewiak charges back into the corner hitting Eddie Christian with a face wash. Frank pulling Eddie from the turnbuckle as he goes for the pin.] Jack: OHH! Frank taking advantage of Eddie's disadvantage! The pin! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOPE!!! Sean: Eddie Christian kicked out at the last second.. [The arena is clamoring!] Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! FRANK CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! THE TOKYO DOME CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! WHAT THE HELL??? [Frank can't believe it as he slaps on a sitting sleeper hold, yanking and twisting at Eddie Christian's head. The referee stepping in and asking Eddie Christian if he wants to give up, which Christian says no. Frank brings Christian to a laying position.] Jack: THE FIGHT IN EDDIE CHRISTIAN! Jim: There's just no way he can survive this sleeper hold. Frank's body position is perfect as Christian already lost an incredible amount of blood. He just can't survive. Jack: Christian begins to fade as the referee lifts his arm and it drops. 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The referee lifts his arm again...and it drops again. 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Frank tightens the hold as the referee lifts his arm again.. ..but this time Christian keeps it up!! Jim: THERE IS NO WAY! HOW IN THE...HOW CAN HE... HOW IS HE SURVIVING?! [Christian trying to gain some momentum as he comes to his feet, but Frank refuses to be counter brings Christian down to the mat with a sleeper slam. Frank back to his feet as he yells "THAT'S IT". Ewiak climbs the turnbuckle, looking down on Eddie Christian.] Jack: Frank looking to put Eddie Christian away with his version of the frog splash. Jim: _WHEN_ Frank hits this...Eddie Christian will be done...for sure. *CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH* Jack: MY GOD!!!! Jim: NO WAY!!!! [Christian got the knees up as Frank rolls around the ring holding his stomach. Christian sliding himself to the ropes and use them for leverage to come to his feet. Frank back to his feet as well as he catches Christian with an Ace Crusher!!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Frank Ewiak is just pulling out every move in his repertoire. Frank once again going for the pin 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And Eddie Christian got the shoulder up at the last second. Jim: FRANK EWIAK CANNOT BELIEVE THAT HE IS STILL UNABLE TO PUT AWAY EDDIE CHRISTIAN! [Frank Ewiak looking down at the crimson masked Eddie Christian in disbelief. Frank Ewiak picking Christian up. He grabs a hold of his head looking for the acid drop. Christian pushes him off, Frank turns around and Christian tries for the superkick, but Frank ducks and plants Christian with a jumping side kick. Ewiak going for the pin!] Jack: CHRISTIAN IS DESPERATE NOW THAT HE IS RUNNING ON HIS LAST LEG, BUT FRANK IS JUST TOO MUCH FOR HIM! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?! WAS THAT THREE?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Jim: I AM BESIDE MYSELF RIGHT NOW! WHAT DOES FRANK HAVE TO DO? EDDIE CHRISTIAN HAS LOST A TON OF BLOOD AND HE STILL IS LIVING IN THIS MATCH-UP! [Eddie Christian once again kicking out of Frank's effort. Frank coming to his feet, followed by Eddie Christian who uses Frank's tights for help. Frank fights with some elbows to the face. Frank now looking for a T-bone exploder, but Christian flips him over with a back body drop.] Jack: CHRISTIAN STILL FIGHTS! Jim: HE'S RUNNING ON E! [Ewiak rolls through to his feet as he launches himself into the ropes. Christian using Frank's momentum against him, side steps and sending Frank crashing to the outside, but Frank Ewiak holds on as Christian falls to his knees to try to catch his breath.] Jack: Christian sending Ewiak over the ropes and to the outside to catch a breather. Jim: BUT FRANK IS STILL THERE, EDDIE! [Eddie crawls to the ropes and using them for leverage as he comes to his feet. Frank comes back to the apron and springboards on the ropes, jumping towards Eddie.] *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK* [MEGA MONSTER POP!!!!!!!] Jack: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!! Jim: HOLY SHIT!!! [Eddie Christian superkicks Frank Ewiak out the sky before collapsing to the mat himself. Christian rolls on top of Frank Ewiak for the pin.] Jack: EDDIE CHRISTIAN JUST KICKED FRANK EWIAK'S HEAD OFF!! Jim: HE LITERALLY KICKED HIM OUT THE SKY! EDDIE NOW MUSTERING UP WHAT LITTLE ENERGY HE HAS TO PIN FRANK EWIAK! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!?!?! WAS THAT THREE?! YES!!! YES!! Stone: FRANK EWIAK HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Jack: WHAT A SHOWING!! EDDIE CHRISTIAN HAS DEFIED ALL ODDS HERE TONIGHT. IF THERE WAS ANY QUESTION ABOUT THIS MAN'S ABILITY HE'S ANSWERED IT HERE AT RINGU FAIA. Jim: EDDIE HAS REALLY BROUGHT IT TONIGHT. BUT NOW HE HAS TO DEAL WITH THE GREAT SHARK. [Marissa Monet in the ring now she stalks Eddie, who's still laying on his stomach.] Jack: I don't think Eddie has anything left. Jim: Marissa literally smells Eddie Christian's blood. [Eddie Christian slowly comes to his feet. He wobbly as he stumbles around and Marissa catches him with a jumping cutter. She goes for the pin!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THE SHARK ATTACK!! THAT'S IT!! SHE GOES FOR THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3 -NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: NO!!!!! EDDIE CHRISTIAN KICKS OUT!!! Jim: MY GOD I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT!! [Marissa coming to her feet as she brings Eddie Christian to his feet but he brings her back down with an inside cradle!] Jack: INSIDE CRADLE! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MARISSA KICKS OUT!!! Jim: That was a last ditch effort there by Eddie, but Marissa is just to fresh for the young athlete to put away by surprise. [Marissa upset she was caught off guard as she slides into her blood in the water trance. Eddie Christian coming back to his feet very slowly. Marissa grabs him by the waist and tosses Eddie Christian backwards out the ring with a German suplex!!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: DEATH FROM BELOW!! MARISSA'S MURDER DEATH KILL!!! Sean: SHE THREW HIM CLEAR OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! [Marissa follows Eddie Christian outside, as she quickly drops to roll him over and pull back on the leg covering! Lucchesi drops to count the fall! Jack: MARISSA WITH THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ["Deepest, Bluest" kicks up over the PA System as Eddie rolls off the canvas, hurting and sore, numb to the world as Marissa grins, nodding as she expected to destroy any wrestler who gets in her way. Monet crawls from the mat, pushing up to celebrate her inawesome victory!] Stone: MARISSA MONET HAS DEFEATED EDDIE CHRISTIAN TO WIN THE SINFUL SIX!!! Jim: What a spectacular effort by Eddie Christian, but Marissa Monet just put him away to become the number one contender to the Fusion Title. Speaking of which, this is it, we finally have the SPW Fusion Grand Prix finals! Sean: And I want to ask you about that, with Andrew Davis AND Victor Frost in there, involved somehow, this could be the most chaotic match we have ever seen on Shootfire Pay Per View. Jack: Indeed alright folks, let's get up to see how our CEO, GM and Owner are handling things as we hope and pray they can decipher the one who attacked Kieran and make him rot in jail. _____________________________________________________________________________ |_____________________________________________________________________________| |\ /| |/_______________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA__\| |_____________________________________________________________________________| [Black is on his phone, talking animatedly as Gideon Cain sits on a plush high backed leather chair, gripping the armrests as he and Spikes look out over the ring below. AJ: Idiots.... all of them. Oh look at me with my scary mask making empty threats. How is Kieran... that's unfortunate. Please stay with her night and day do not leave her side. Thank you. I'll be flying to the States as soon as I possibly can. Yes. Alright. [AJ ends the call closing his IPhone 3G and looks at a loss for words as Gideon and Henry stare out across the arena, at 45000 cheering fans and just take it all in. Cain turns his head as his CEO stands not knowing what to do next... he moves towards the open bar and pulling up a bottle of gin, rips it open and chugs it straight.] Cain: AJ what happened to Kieran Rae is one of the worst things I have ever seen in all my years. [Black slams the bottle down] AJ: Sir, I- Cain: Someone is trying to prevent us from doing what needs to be done. From taking this federation to a global level. Someone is afraid of our success. But even in my early days I never heard of competition taken to this level. Has the world gone mad? [Spikes rubs the scar on the back of his left hand, almost subconsciously. He speaks while still looking out towards the crowd.] HS: In this business? I've learned never to underestimate what lengths some will go to gain an advantage...or revenge. I just hope Ms. Rae can pull through. AJ: Kieran... is like a daughter to me. She stayed true to me, she stayed by my side, and sir if not for the pay per view and your Security I'd be on a plane back to Chicago by now. Cain: If you need to go right now, go. Whatever this is, we will figure it out. I have all the means of investigation we need under my organization, believe me when I say that- [AJ takes a long pull off his drink.... then looks up as it feels like something is dripping on his head.] *drip* [And one between the eyes as he looks up. Crimson. The camera shot pans up to the ceiling, finding a note stapled there. The corner of the document seemingly drenched in red. Quickly AJ gets up from his position, and climbs up on the counter to pull down the paper.....] AJ: Sonofa....? [AJ drops the bottle. Spikes turns, looking alert as Cain sits up as Black's eyes dilate, and he holds up the paper. Cain rises from his chair as Black steps back, aghast at the blood on his fingertips] AJ: WHAT IS THIS!? It is NOT safe in here for any of us! Cain: It'll take a lot more than blood on the ceiling to scare me away! AJ: Sir I'm sorry, I'll go arrange transportation we gotta get out of here! Security! KENJI! MY CAR! NOW! Cain: Henry, I trust you to take care of the show, be safe. HS: I have some business to attend to myself. Have a safe trip. [Black storms out. Spikes nods quickly at Gideon, then jogs off after the CEO. Gideon Cain wheels around with gritted teeth, a deadly serious look in his eyes... and he promises the camera with a deep sinister voice] Cain: Mark my words my friend... whoever you are that did this I will find you. You cannot fight the future. You will fight... and you will lose. [Cain leaves as Security escorts him out towards the garage... meanwhile, we get one good look at the blood-stained paper as it sits on the remains of the broken bottle of gin, contents gurgling out. It reads through the blurry blood soaked lines of AJ's handprint;] now i as S n, th rld l too. Se ou Ne me [WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?!] [In time, you see all.] _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | Fusion Grand Prix Finals | | | | ANDREW DAVIS vs "VIOLENT" VICTOR FROST | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| [The lights go out throughout the arena as 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 Video Towers, 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] [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 the arena, taking in the blistering hate from the fans. A brace on his right knee reminds of his previously broken leg, and his face reminds that he isn't the young guy who started making his name in Shootfire. Older, wiser, brasher, cooler, Shootfire's second Grand Slam Champion starts to walk down to the ring, "D A V I S" flashing on the SPWTron, causing a minor strobe effect. Andrew appears on the ramp, disappears, then appears a few feet closer, the gold light reflecting off his D&G sunglasses] [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "As I recall I know you love to show off, But I never thought that you would take it this far- But what do I know?" "Flashing lights, lights" "What do I know? "Flashing lights, lights" [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!!!] Stone: FROM MALIBU, CALIFORNIA, STANDING AT 5 FOOT 10, WEIGHING IN AT 210 SVELTE POUNDS, HE IS SHOOTFIRE‰ÛªS GRAND SLAM CHAMPION, AND FUTURE HALL OF FAMER, THE HOLLYWOOD HERO, THE LIGHTWEIGHT LEGEND AAAAANNNNNDREW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! [MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "As you recall, you know I love to show off But you never thought that I would take it this far What do you know?" "Flashing lights" "What do you know?" "Flashing lights, lights" [At the mention of his name, Andrew dramatically takes off his D&G sunglasses and steps down into the ring, the lights still flashing, the fans still screaming, the music pulsing throughout the arena. He demands the Fusion Title, signaling at his waist, the man who deserves it!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] ["Princes of the Universe" is quickly interrupted by the loud sound of screeching wheels and machinegun fire then the PA pulses to life with "Push it" by Static-X! There's a quick crowd pop as the curtains part and "Violent" Victor Frost steps into the spotlight to a round of boos! He has a smug, arrogant smirk on his face, along with a five o'clock shadow. Frost starts to saunter down to ringside, ignoring the hands reaching out for him as strobelights flicker erratically. On the Shootfire Screens a familiar warning with slightly altered text flashes rapidly in black and white: PARENTAL ADVISORY! VIOLENT CONTENT! [Victor reaches the ring on cue with the chorus and walks up the ring steps, radiating confidence as he swings his massive arms back and forth] "Yeah, you push it yeah, you push it yeah, you push it you, you push it you, you push it you, you push it" [Frost steps into the ring, drops to one knee in the middle of the ring and spreads his arms in an arrogant "look at me"-gesture!] [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "Explosive more violent more violent All consuming throbbing straight to the circle Explosive move on reaction I slow it down I slow it Down down down down down" [The music fades out and Victor gets back to his feet, still wearing his smug smile as he casually flings his vest to the outside and the regular lights arise] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM DORTMUND GERMANY, STANDING 6 FOOT 4 AND WEIGHING IN AT 266 POUNDS, THIS IS "VIOLENT" VICTOR FROST!!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTROUS HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Andrew Davis in the ring and pointing at Victor Frost. Well the leader of the Black Mass with Ryan Bradley and Steve Liermann out here- and Davis motioning to the back as Shane Diamond, Jasmine and Clyde Kennedy out on stage!! Davis with a support team of his own as Owen Cage nowhere to be seen, especially after Spooky Doom flew three stories down to put them both through a table. Sean: And Davis saying we can do this the easy way, we can do this the hard way! Victor saying he doesn't need support and with a look to Liermann and Bradley they're on their way to the back already. Frost now smiling as Davis dismisses his backup and moving to the center of the ring Victor walking right up to meet him. It looks like they're gonna do this one on one. [Andrew in his white leather coat, stands with open arms, in his white sleeveless D&G muscle shirt, black leather wrestling tights with fringes up the side. Davis grins from behind circle black shades and and tosses the coat to the side, pointing at Amber and reminding her not to let the jacket touch the ground, as its worth more than she is. Rhiannon scowls as Davis heads back to face off against Victor Frost, Frost hopping from foot to foot as he slams his fingerless gloves together, ready to fight!] [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: This should be one hell of a match- we got a taste of what they can do against each other at the All Tag Edition of SPW Conquest... but that being said who knows what the other has learned since then. This was always a possibility and this could be the most competitive match of the show yet. And you know they'll stop at nothing to beat each other and become the new Fusion Champ. Sean: Without a doubt, and Referee Glen Kyros certainly has his work cut out for him. WAIT WHAT'S THIS!? [Henry Spikes walks out on stage, pointing to the ring as Todd Lucchesi walks out of the back wearing the black and white stripe zubaz pants. The fans pop in surprise as Henry takes out his block SPW Microphone and grins at the ring] HS: JUST BECAUSE YOU MADE THE FINALS Doesn't mean I trust either of you farther than I can throw you! So there will be no cheating and no disrespect to our new Fusion Champion, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE SPECIAL GUEST ENFORCER FOR THIS MATCH, TODD LUCCHESI!! [FANS CHEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: HA! Henry our GM making sure they can't blatantly cheat! As you said you knew that this would happen and every official we can get to that ring is an improvement! Lucchesi the near seven footer on his way to the ring as Davis sneering out at Spikes- NO LOVE lost there. [Davis yells at Henry, telling him off as the General Manager just smiles, wishing him the best of luck. Victor Frost shakes his head, already growing upset as the fans are cheering the official decision] Sean: Not after that Superkick Henry took to the face by Andrew Davis this season. True it wasn't intentional but they've been at odds since day one. Andrew locking up with Frost who rushes him straight back across the ring overpowering Davis and Andrew with the drop toehold sending Victor right into the second rope!! [The crowd pops as Victor grips the rope and shoves away, Davis hooking his waist to kick over upside down and takes Frost to his back with the Sunset Flip!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: FROST KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY!! [Victor rolls over, shoving up as Davis goes to grind the headlock and Victor just picks him up and tosses him off! Andrew lands on his feet and Frost lunges for the double leg takedown but Andrew leapfrogs over top to charge across the ring. Victor turns as Davis flies for the crossbody as Frost steps back to catch him! Victor swings Andrew upside down for the bodyslam as Andrew takes him right over with the armdrag!] Jack: Whoa so quick he always impresses me! Davis running across the ring as Victor to a knee, Andrew off the side and comes flying back spinning back elbow almost into a barrell roll blasts Frost off his feet!! [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: I can't believe he just did that! Victor nailed in the chest and Andrew scooping him up, FOREARM across the face and Frost just down to a knee! Davis hooking the head and VICTOR STANDS AND BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXES HIM! ***WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!*** Jack: OH! Davis flattened and I'm really beginning to enjoy this match. Jim: So is every other jealous hater in the world because you can't be Andrew Davis. [Davis groans out in pain, holding his head as he rolls over and Frost just crushes him with an elbow to the spinal column. Andrew hits the mat and collapses as he rolls from the ring, heading around the side as Victor slides right out to give chase] Sean: We've seen this before, Davis choosing to slow the fight down but Frost just a force of German Engineering, he has one gear and that's GO. Jim: This is why I do the metaphors. Victor Frost a Wrestling Machine no matter what Davis does he cannot and will not be able to stop this man I don't know if it was anyone but Andrew I'd be really doubting him right now. Both at ringside and Lucchesi says get back in. Jack: Andrew seeing Frost coming and rolling back into the ring, Victor sliding in and pulls back out as Davis slams the double axe! Frost talking trash as Andrew nearly goaded him into the sneak attack- and now backing up, allowing Victor to get in as he mocks him, trying to get inside the head of the Violent One. [Frost sneers and moves for the stairs, ascending them as he walks along the apron and eyes on Davis the whole time, steps inside as Andrew runs full speed! Victor lunges forwards as Andrew slides right out of the ring and locking the legs rips Frost onto his face!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS sliding back in and smashing forearms into Victor's head! Andrew beating down Victor with fists and Frost trying to block, trying to absorb them as he rolls over and grabs onto the arm, trying to get his legs up around Andrew's head! Jim: DAVIS Has the Ropes! Ref says break and Victor will have none of that! He has the legs wrapped around the head and pulling at that arm, triangle CHOKE applied and Andrew instead forced to roll him on his shoulders- 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: FROST lets go! Up and Davis slams a forearm right into his cheek! Spin around for the whip no Frost with the reverse all on instinct Davis sent for the ride dives legs into the top rope flips backwards and sailing back ELBOW finds its mark! Victor knocked backwards, Davis jumps to his shoulders and HURRICARANA TAKEOVER! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Andrew getting up as Victor hasn't had that happened to him in, ever! Frost looking around as DAVIS SLAMS THE PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK!! Jim: Davis starting to build some heat as he has Frost on the defensive! Jack: And that's not a place Victor usually is, Davis crashing the running kneelift to the guts and hooks the head turns him over Swinging NECKBREAKER. Andrew rolling back over top of Frost and PUNCHES HIM Across the face!! [Victor rolls over, and spits out a line of blood! The fans roar out as Victor sneers across the three story video wall- and looking up begins to smile. Frost punches the mat canvas as Davis backs up and rushing in lets the spinning heel kick fly but Victor is ready catches the leg and grabbing the waist spins to throw Andrew Davis all the way into the corner!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: FROST JUST LAUNCHED DAVIS SIX FEET!! Jim: OWW And I don't care how talented you are that hurts!! Davis stumbling out and FROST Toe Kicks him hard! Sean: Kicked him so hard his eyes nearly came out! How's that for metaphor? Jack: Frost hauling Andrew up and BODYSLAM SO HARD THE RING SHOOK!! Jim: And that's what you do with Davis you catch him and smash him into things until he just stops moving! That's your strat pure and simple! Andrew in obvious pain and Victor Frost spikes the knee right into his back! [Frost sits down across the back, winding his arms under Andrew's and pulls up on the face! His fingers stretch the skin as Davis fights to get free- but the full weight of "Violent" Victor Frost is centered on his lower back. Andrew reaches out an arm, then tries to get a leg out to get it onto the bottom rope!] Jack: FROST with the camel clutch applied it is cinched in tight and Andrew Davis just suffering but don't feel bad for a second wrestling fans this man deserves it! Victor straining as you can almost hear the backbones crack and DAVIS has the foot under the ropes! Jim: Yeah but Victor not releasing! Ref with the five count 1! 2! 3! 4! FINALLY Victor breaking it but the damage has been done. [Andrew yells out, holding his aching back as he tries to move but cannot. Victor rises, and throws his gloved fists in the air as the audience boos out in a mixture of fear and disdain. Frost gloats at them all, declaring himself the new Fusion Champ as Andrew pulls himself along using the bottom cable] Jack: And Victor Frost taking time out to remind everyone why they don't like him. Jim: No, to remind them how fucking awesome he is! HE'S THE VIOLENT ONE!! I remember three years ago he came to SPW because he couldn't find competition in the UWF, and now this is his third chance at a Shootfire Title and he promises to prove his dominance once and for all here at Ringu Faia! Sean: Frost has earned his place but Davis has too. The Second Only Grand Slam Champion if there's a belt in SPW that isn't a Women Superstars' Andrew has held it. He's never been a Shootfire Icon or an SPW Hall of Famer but those are the only accolades he hasn't held and looking to add the Fusion title to his collection tonight. My God did I just defend Andrew Davis!? [Davis fights to get up as he yells for the Referee to make Frost stay away. Victor nods, and charges full speed! The fans shout as Andrew ducks and backdrops Victor Frost all the way over the side but Frost somehow hangs on! Swinging around Davis turns and lets a fist fly as Frost blocks it and locking the head jumps down snapping Andrew's neck off the top rope!!] [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Davis staggers back, holding his head as Frost scrambles up back into the ring and runs to swing the clothesline that smashes into Andrew knocking him right through the air! Davis lands on his back and rolls over himself getting up as Victor clotheslines him straight over the side right into a flip! Davis sails down smacking his forehead off the apron and hits the floor of the Tokyo Dome hard!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And DAMN. That's all I got to say, Frost just dominating he knows how to string moves together, he knows exactly what to do inside that ring and that's why nobody has been able to keep this monster down for long. Jack: The longer this match goes on you do have to wonder, how much more can Davis take? He was in a hardfought Semis matchup already against El Rey Futuro and DeathKnell of all people! Jim: I don't gotta wonder nothing!! Davis is the man he does what he wants! Whatever! Shut up! Sean: Andrew getting up and into the ring FROST WITH THE BASEBALL SLIDE DAVIS PULLS UP THE RING APRON COVER!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: CAUGHT HIM IN THE APRON COVER AND BEATING INTO FROST WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS!! Jack: Lucchesi there saying get out of the ring apron cover! But Davis doesn't care, he got the jump on Frost and taking him over towards the corner- pulls back on the hair and SMACKS HIS FACE RIGHT OFF THE RINGPOST! **CLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!** Sean: OHH! Frost knocked senseless and Davis climbing into the ring, wastes no time in hooking the top TO FLY OVER THE SIDE PLANCHA INTO VICTOR FROST FROM THE COVER TO THE FLOOR!!! BOTH MEN DOWN AT RINGSIDE!! [Davis shoves up to his knees, Victor holding his leg in pain as he fights to get up! Andrew looks to the fans motioning them to hold up their chairs! The Japanese fans oblige but Todd Lucchesi gets in between them and Davis saying get the hell back in the ring! Andrew curses at Todd and taking Frost up, shoves him inside and changes directions to go to the top turnbuckle] Jack: Andrew really feeling the effects of his earlier match but pushing himself faster than he's been before. This is the Fusion Grand Prix Finals, after months of sterling competition only one man can walk out of the Tokyo Dome our new Champion. Sean: Andrew standing at full height, leaps into the air and sailing down into the tumble to Slam the Legdrop!! **WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!!!** [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH! AND NICELY DONE DAVIS WITH THE COVER! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: FROST GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! [Davis pulls Victor up into the Dragon Sleeper, holding the head tight as he goes for the lift, but Frost sprawls grabbing the arm! He rips out pulling Andrew for the Short Arm Clothesline but Davis pulls over hooking the crossed arms and plants his feet screams out as he wrenches Frost over his head into the bridge!!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: AZTEC SUPLEX!! DAVIS BALANCING ON HIS HEAD! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: FROST KICKS OVER! DAVIS ROLLING WITH HIM!! [Andrew stands up going for the suplex lift but Frost gets a leg in and suplexes Davis upwards instead! Holding him high in the air, Victor Frost holds Davis tight as the fans cheer out... all the blood draining down to his head and Frost spikes the Sheer Drop Falcon Arrow, Crashing Davis on the back of his skull!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH!! AND FROST FOR THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: DAVIS KICKING OUT! BUT FROST HAS HIS LEG! WRAPS AROUND THE RIGHT ARM! STANDS AND RISING STAR SUPLEX ALL IMPACT NO BRIDGE!! [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: LIKE A MODIFIED FISHMAN BUSTA! BUT DAVIS BOUNCED OVER ONTO HIS FACE! Jack: Andrew on his feet, trying to rise as VICTOR has him by the throat! Davis kicking his way out of it! And breaks free, jumping spinning ROUNDHOUSE KICK FINDS ITS MARK! Davis breaking free to slam into the ropes comes charging back as Victor Frost ducks and tosses him straight up in the air! [Davis kicks as he tries to prepare for the landing and Frost snatches his throat out of the air spins around and Spikes him with the Monstrous Chokeslam!!] ***WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!*** [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: OH MAN! Davis bent in half on that one and moves in a circle on the mat but that's the only place he's going! Spinning chokeslam with authority and now Victor Frost not done! Pulling Andrew Davis up as he goes right for the corner!? What is this? [Frost steps up onto the second turnbuckle and hauling him over his shoulders locks the man's arm and leg, stepping up as the audience boos out! Frost kicks off the buckles falling backwards and smashes Davis into the canvas with the Samoan Drop!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VIOLATOR!! AND FROST SITTING BACK WITH THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: NO! DAVIS REVERSING ROLLS FROST ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!?! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOO!! FROST ESCAPED! HE GOT FREE!! AND HE CAN'T BELIEVE DAVIS NOT ONLY TOOK HIS ORIGINAL FINISHER BUT COUNTERED IT INTO A PINNING COMBINATION! [Frost rises up and sneering runs at Andrew with the Black Mass Effect Lariat! Davis just ducks and takes flight to grab the huge head kicking out his legs to Smash the Hangman's Neckbreaker!!!] [FANS POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: A D H D!!! AND DAVIS FOR THE PIN! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: FROST KICKS OUT! ANDREW NEARLY HAD HIM! Sean: Andrew up and throws the kick straight into the ribs!! Runs the ropes and jumping dive crashes the legs in full speed comes back flying into the backflip 450 DEGREE ELBOW FINDS ITS MARK!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: SUPERSTAR ELBOW! AND DAVIS UP AND STAGGERING FOR THE TOP ROPE! [Davis grabs the top rope, holding it tight and rips himself up to knee onto the buckle! With a line of sweat running down the outline of his jaw, Andrew shoves up and leaps high into the air, ducking forward into the 540 Degree Swanton Bomb crashing down across Victor Frost's chest!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: THE OLD SCHOOL DAVIS DEVICE!! AND ANDREW NEARLY PUT HIMSELF THROUGH "VIOLENT" VICTOR FROST!! Jim: AND ABLE TO GET UP AND THE ARM OVER TOP! THIS IS IT!! THIS IS IT! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VICTOR FROST KICKED OUT! HE GOT THE ARM UP! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! Sean: UNBELIEVABLE! AND DAVIS CAN'T COMPREHEND IT, HE CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT! FROST STLL ALIVE AND THE TOKYO DOME IMPRESSED! Jim: I'M IMPRESSED! DAVIS SOOO CLOSE!! Jack: FROST Still has life left in him! Getting up as Davis runs the ropes comes back takes to the air hooks the head FLYING DDT!! HE SLAMMED THE A D D!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND COVER! ANDREW DAVIS WILL BE OUR NEW FUSION CHAMP! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH SO CLOSE! WHAT DOES DAVIS HAVE TO DO TO PUT FROST AWAY!?! [Andrew fights up hooking the man's head, heads for the corner and kicks up the side for the Tornado DDT but Frost throws him off!! Andrew lands sitting on the top rope and Victor jumps to smash a forearm into the small of his back! Ducking in between his legs, Frost pushes up holding both legs tight as he fights his way to step up the corner! The fans are on their feet in surprise as Victor stands on the top rope with Davis sitting on his shoulders! Andrew waves out trying to pull free as Frost stands tall with everything he's got and tosses Davis into the air! He catches the waist as he flies backwards smashing Davis into the center of the ring with the German Suplex!!!!] ***WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!!!!**** [FANS ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS BOUNCED UP AND ROLLING ALL THE WAY TO THE SIDE!!!! Sean: MY GOD MAN I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE JUST SAW! ELECTRIC CHAIR INTO A TOP ROPE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Jim: HE NEARLY BROKE THE RING WITH THAT MANEUVER! AND ANDREW DAVIS HAS GOT TO BE OUT!! [Andrew's eyes dilate as he tries to get up, tries to breathe, the wind busted out of his lungs as he fights not to lose consciousness! Victor rolls over, lurching to his front as Andrew hangs onto the ring apron cover, Lucchesi shouting at him to get back inside! Davis fights to get up as the fans stand to roar all around him, and Davis fights away on his own two feet as Victor Frost comes flying over the top rope!!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: FROST CLEARING THE TOP ROPE!! AND SMASHING THE BLACK MASS EFFECT STRAIGHT INTO ANDREW DAVIS!! ***CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHH!!!!!*** Jim: AND BOTH HIT THE GUARDRAIL!! FROST KNOCKED THEM FIVE FEET!!!! Sean: BOTH ATHLETES DOWN AT RINGSIDE AND THESE FANS CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I HAVE NEVER SEEN FROST TAKE IT TO THE AIR LIKE THAT! EVER!!! [Davis is slumped over against the guardrail, Frost rolling around as he hit his head! The fans are cheering out for both Superstars as Andrew can barely even keep his eyes open, Victor's right hand opening and closing as he searches for a limb to get hold of] Jack: What a fight these two are putting on to become the Fusion Champion, this is the finals, this is the best of the best and you know that's my biggest problem with both these two, they don't need to resort to their cheap tactics, they don't need to resort to their outside interference, they are good enough where they should win their matches on pure talent but instead they resort to cheating and foreign objects! Sean: Of course they're talented like they ever let you forget that! No they are the best of the best and that's why they're competing in the Fusion Grand Prix finals. Still I don't know how anyone can even survive to make it back into the ring after 266 pounds of Germany's finest crashlanding Davis into the barricade. I just don't see how it's humanly possible! Jim: As we watch as Davis tries to get up, Frost seems to keep trying to get up. Victor to his feet, I can't believe the ferocity of this man! Victor Frost shoving tall and puts a boot into the chest of Andrew Davis! Sean: Hauling Andrew up into the headlock, and bombards the man's frame with a series of punishing kneestrikes! Davis being beaten senseless with Graphic Violence! Frost now with an elbow strike! Does it again! And a third finds its mark! Davis stunned and Victor with the roaring ELBOW DUCKED!! Jack: DAVIS RUNS HIM INTO THE APRON!! [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: ANDREW WITH THE HEAD AND KICKS UP THE RING ROPES FROM THE FLOOR TO KICK OFF SLAMMING THE SHIRANUI! AND BOTH MEN DOWN AGAIN!! [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SHADES OF BRYAN VINCENT! AND DAVIS HAS PUT FROST DOWN BUYING HIMSELF SOME DESPERATELY NEEDED RECOVERY TIME!! [Davis tries to get some stamina back as he crawls on his hands and knees around the blue ringpost, unable to gauge where Frost is but knowing he has to get up and into the ring! Rolling inside, he turns over clutching his head as his brain is swimming! Andrew fights to get up, and Frost rolls right inside after, chucking himself in to finish the job!] Jack: FROST UP AND DAVIS LUNGING FOR HIM! Jim: AND BOTH RAKE EACH OTHER'S EYES!!! [HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Frost hollers out in German, wiping at his face with his padded gloves as Davis stumbles into the top rope, hanging on as he moves towards the corner- the Ref is in to see if he can continue and Frost runs full speed for the Avalanche but Andrew pulls the Referee in front of him! Victor crashes into Kyros and Davis, smashing them both as the Ref and Davis both fall right out onto the canvas!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DAVIS PULLED THE REFEREE! AND WHAT WAS HE TRYING TO DO!? Jim: TRIED TO USE HIM AS A SHIELD BUT IT BACKFIRED! KYROS IS DOWN!! Sean: FROST PEELING UP ANDREW DAVIS! AND WHIPS HIM TO THE ROPES!! [Frost snatches Davis up flipping him over to SPIKE him on his head with the Snap Powerslam driving Andrew right on his head! The audience roars out as Davis bounces on his skull, his neck compacting and Victor hooks the leg rolling over he has the cover!!] [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SNAP POWERDRIVER AND DAVIS IS OUT!!! BUT NO ONE TO COUNT THE FALL! Jim: DAVIS MAY HAVE BOUGHT HIMSELF SOME MUCH NEEDED TIME! HE'D BETTER HE'S OUT!! Sean: AND TODD LUCCHESI SLIDING IN! THE BIG MAN TAKING OVER AND FROST AGAIN FOR THE PIN!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: MY GOD MAN ANDREW DAVIS GOT THE SHOULDER UP!! Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! AND FROST BESIDE HIMSELF!!!! [Victor rolls up infuriated! He screams at Lucchesi as the Official shouts back in his face! Frost grabs Davis to his feet with one hand and spins around to irish whip him right at the corner! Davis hits the buckles and rebounds with the flying Superkick just as Frost throws himself backwards! The foot misses right past his face and strikes the Referee across the jaw!!!] ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!*** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: LUCCHESI GOES DOWN! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! Jim: FROST ON HIS KNEE AND WAVING TO THE BACK!! Sean: BRADLEY! LIERMANN!! [The Black Mass race down the aisle as the fans jump to their feet, Victor swearing out as Kennedy and Diamond rush out as fast as they can to intercept! Frost demands The Mass attack Davis as Andrew jumps through the air for the Headshot but Victor holds on to the top rope as Davis slams the canvas!!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ALL THE REFEREES AND THE ROAD AGENTS OUT HERE TO BREAK THIS UP! HENRY SPIKES!! EVERYONE FIGHTING TO KEEP THE BLACK MASS AND ANDREW'S GROUP FROM FIGHTING EACH OTHER!! Jim: FROST HAS DAVIS HAULED UP! AND HOOKING HIM OVER HIS SHOULDERS! DAVIS FIGHTING TO GET FREE!!! Sean: FROST WITH A FOOT ON THE SECOND ROPE! AND SHOVING UP KICKS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE HE HAS DAVIS AND DEATH VALLEY DRIVER OFF THE SECOND ROPE!!! ***WWWHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!*** [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: NO REFEREE! BUT FROST CRAWLING ACROSS AND HOOKS UP ON THE LEG! HE JUST HIT THE VIOLATOR MARK II!!! Sean: NO REFEREE! THEY'RE ALL TIED- Jim: HENRY SPIKES! [Spikes slides in and slams the three count!!!!] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ***DINGDINGDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*** Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! AND NEWWWW FUSION CHAMPION!!!! "VIIIIIIIIIOLENNNNT" VIIIIIIIIIIIIICTOOOORRRRRRR FRRRRROSSSSSTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The fans roar out as Frost lays on Davis, unable to move as Henry Spikes gets up ripping his hand into the air! The General Manager moves to Amber and taking the title belt from her, moves to hand it to Victor Frost as he knees up in pain, now clutching the platinum title belt! Tokyo comes alive as Frost's eyes flicker, and he pushes a padded glove into the mat, forcing up on his fist! His arm shaking, Victor gets up to his feet and ducks down... then raises his torso up with the title belt overhead as he screams across the arena! Steve Liermann enters the ring, Ryan Bradley crawling in as Frost goes for the turnbuckles and climbing up holds the title over his head by its straps as he screams out to the fans!! 45,000 fans shout down as Victor tells everyone who the new Champion is!!!] [FANS ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And as "Push it" by Static X blares through the Big Egg, we have a new Fusion Champion and it's Victor Frost with his first taste of Shootfire Gold! As I live and breathe he brought everything he ever had to the table here tonight and he will walk away from the Fusion Grand Prix Finals as our new Fusion Champion! The Diamond Title, the Platinum Title belts, they are combined to give Victor Frost a place in the record books and tonight he made his dream reality! Say what you will about this man but is a Champion and Shootfire Pro Wrestling will never be the same!! Jim: And Credit to Andrew Davis if not for the FAST COUNT by Henry Spikes he could have lasted a little longer! Sean: SHUT THE HELL UP JIM WE DON'T WANT TO HEAR DAVIS RAMBLE ABOUT THAT FOR THE ENTIRE NEXT SEASON! Jack: Yeah shut the fuck up that's the last thing anyone needs! That was a fair count and so what if it was the GM who counted Andrew's shoulders down he had to do it and Victor Frost our new Champion fair and square I can't believe I'm DEFENDING Vic Frost! But he is our new Fusion Champion and Davis is gonna have to live with that! Ladies and Gentlemen SPW RINGU FAIA continues as we get set to move for the Main Event! It's Title versus Career and the time is finally here!! [Frost roars out, fueled on by adrenaline as he straps the new title belt to his waist, Liermann and Bradley standing guard as Steve raises the lead pipe, Victor pointing at himself with a padded glove and daring anyone to come and face him for it! The fans are turning on him slowly but Victor doesn't care, not giving up his moment for a second! The camera goes back to ringside as the commentators are nodding, waiting as now it's time for the main event!] Jack: Ladies and Gentlemen we want to thank you for joining us all season. SPW was ranked number one on the EWS Mid Years and we couldn't have done that without the full support of the Shootfire Faithful. Well this it guys, we are finally here, the all-important title versus career match. Sean: And there's a number of ways it could go, you've got the high impact style of Sammy Knight which has become a more ground and pound as of late he even created a Lockdown finisher the Figure Four Deathlock. Sammy can do it all and he's going to have the be the aggressor because defense against a brawling like Volga is never going to last. Jim: Yeah I agree HJV is a killing machine, no joke and he just goes at you until the flatline rings. Volga has his entire career on the line here tonight as everything he's been building for all season culminates now and it's do or die. The way I see it, he has nothing to lose and if he doesn't walk out of the arena as Champ he'll probably be going in a bodybag. Jack: This is it, you can feel it, the electricity as we're joined at ringside by General Manager Henry Spikes, Chris Cartwright our Executive VP of Wrestling who will be Refereeing this bout, this is SPW Ringu Faia ladies and gentlemen, this is pay per view as we do it our best. The main event for the pay per view begins right now let's go up to the ring! Career versus Title. _____________________________________________________________________________ |_\___RINGU FAIA____________________________________________________________/_| | | | | | | | | | | World Title vs Career Match | | | | SAMMY KNIGHT vs "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA | | | | | | | | | | |_|_________________________________________________________________________|_| |_/_________________________________________________________RINGU FAIA______\_| ["Killing Machine" by Judas Priest kicks up as the audience instantly pops! The curtains leading from backstage open as the arena lights go down low! The camera pulls back showing the electrified entranceway as the Video Towers show the words "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA and Volga swinging a heartpunch! The lights arise as a man in a black boxing style robe with white trim steps out from behind the curtain. Carrying his signature axehandle, the hood is up over the face, but the fans know immediately who it is!] [CROWD CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "I never give no answers, I never tell no lies I never walk a straight line so I never get surprised I don't ask no favours so I won't get abused I learned to win when I was young So I'm never ever gonna lose They pay me the money and I'll do the job I got a contract on you I got a contract, on you" ["Heartless" Jakob Volga stops at the top of the ramp for a second, slapping his trademark axehandle into his right hand a few times as he looks up lifting his hoodie with a taped fist. Throwing it back, he throws a fist high into the air as the Shootfire Faithful cheer!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "I never ask no questions, I never speak my mind I always found that silence helps to keep me and my kind alive I take care of business, It takes care of me I look after myself and do it well 'cause somebody's always looking for me They pay me the money and I'll do the job I got a contract on you I got a contract on you" [Making his way down the aisle, Jakob points to his fans, nodding as he thanks them for supporting him. The SPWTron shows shots of Volga nailing Sabbath with the headbutt and breaking his nose, and knocking out Sammy Knight with a right! Reaching the ramp and climbing the steps, Jakob wiping his feet on the apron before he enters the ring. He immediately goes to the center of the ring, and pulls the hood off his head as he raises his taped fists one more time to the sky!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] "I got no place, no name, I'm just a killing machine I kept the population down, if you know what I mean I never stop in one place, I move about the cities Got expensive tastes, but I hasten to add that I'm the best that there is They pay me the money and I'll do the job I got a contract on you I got a contract on you" [Jakob quickly removes his robe and hands it over the top to drop it to the ringside attendant, and then walks to the center to lift the axehandle! He drops it over the side and stands in his corner, his eyes looking over where the destruction will take place as the music fades, taped arms folded] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [The tonations of a ringing bell can be heard. The type of bell you would hear at a church. Haunting, even as the song "Hail Mary" by 2pac begins to blare over the Tokyo Dome's loudspeaker. As the arena suddenly turns to darkness, the hues of two spotlights begin to survey throughout the crowd.] "Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la" [The two spotlights finally converge on the entrance to the arena as Sammy Knight, SPW World Champion, suddenly steps out the backstage area with his SPW World Championship belt in tow. There's an expression on Knight's face that can only be described as READY. There is no smile. No relaxation. It's a tense look of preparation and focus. Knight is ready for what very well might be THE battle of his career so far.] [MEGA MONSTER RIDICULOUS FACE POP FOR SPW'S DEFENDING CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Knight, already with a head full of sweat wastes absolutely no time as he walks purposefully down the walkway towards the ring. Knight's nodding his head as 2pac's melodious voice flows over the ominous music as the intensity of Knight is obvious from the start. The words SAMMY KNIGHT are flashed numerous times on the big screen as the fans only get louder and louder.] "I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sold it" [*FLASH* A picture of Knight and Volga standing face-to-face is flashed on the big screen. *FLASH*] "Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killin fields## [*FLASH* Volga nailing Knight with the heart drop at the CL Cup. *FLASH*] "Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame" [*FLASH* Knight grimacing as an injured Volga under performs in a 6 man tag on Conquest. *FLASH*] "Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus mama told me never stop until I bust a nut Fuck the world if they can't adjust It's just as well, Hail Mary" [*FLASH* Knight and Volga going blow for blow and being held apart by security following their mixed tag match. *FLASH*] "Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la" [Knight almost rushing to get to the ring as he adamantly and aggressively slaps fans hands on the way to meet "Heartless" Jakob Volga for the biggest prize in the industry. The Tokyo fans are on their feet in anticipation at this match-up. Shoot, isn't all of professional wrestling?] "Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la" [All of a sudden, the lights flicker again as Knight breaks into a straight sprint towards the ring as the crowd erupts in delight. As Knight gets towards the ring, belt across his shoulder, he slides into the ring head first. Knight stands in the middle of the ring peering directly at Volga who stands iron- faced in his own corner.] "Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin" [Knight momentarily takes his glance away from Volga enough to climb a turnbuckle and raise his arm, and belt, to the supportive fans in Tokyo. Knight has a scowl on his face. Again, this look can only be described as READY.] "Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more? Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there" [Knight jumps off the ropes and lands with a *thud* on the mat as the sudden sound of thunder overtakes the crowd. They only cheer more as Knight returns his gaze back to the just as intense Volga as he lets out some sort of a primal scream. Knight making it clear that there is NO LOVE LOST. He's done playing the respect card.] "I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs" [Knight holds up the belt one more time before the ring attendant reaches to collect it from him.] "To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga" [Knight looks around and then slaps his black "M.B." band that rests tightly on Knight's huge bicep.] "Come with me, Hail Mary Run quick see, what do we have here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la" [Knight then moves to the center of ring, standing amidst the SPW logo places both hands behind his back, head facing down. His lips can be seen moving, as if he's speaking, almost as if he's saying a prayer. As the song begins to fade, Knight pounds his fist once more against his heart and then raises it into the air, but with his index finger, in symbol of his son Darrion, extended.] [CROWD CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Chris Cartwright in the ring, he will be officiating this match. Your Referee the Executive Vice President of Wrestling, there is no one better. Your Timekeeper is Amber Rhiannon, let's take you now up to Ring Announcer Steve Stone with the official match introductions. *DING DING DING!* Stone: AND NOW MYRIAD CAPITAL MANAGEMENT AND THE TOKYO DOME PRESENT SPW HISTORY, THIS BOUT IS CONTENDED UNDER OFFICIAL RULES SET BY THE SPW CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE SINCE 1999 AND SANCTIONED BY THE TOKYO JAPAN ATHLETIC BOARD... THE REFEREE FOR THIS MATCH IS CHRIS CARTWRIGHT... AND NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS TIME FOR THE TITLE VERSUS CAREER MATCH! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: IF "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA CANNOT BEAT SAMMY KNIGHT FOR THE WORLD TITLE HE HAS PROMISED TO END HIS CAREER IN SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING! [Fade in on an iron-faced HJV as he stands in his corner, arms folded] Stone: THERE IS A 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT FOR THE UNDISPUTED SPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORRRLLLD!!! INTRODUCING FIRST HE IS A FORMER SPW DIAMOND AND WORLD TAG CHAMPION, STANDING 5 FOOT 11, WEIGHED IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE POUNDS, FROM CLEVELAND, OHIO HE IS THE HEARTLESS ONE... HE IS THE KILLING MACHINE, HE IS "HEARTLESS!!!!!" JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKOB!!!!!!!! VOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLGAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! [MEGA GIGANTIC FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND HIS OPPONENT... HE IS A FORMER WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPION, AND A SHOOTFIRE ICON... FROM COMPTON CALIFORNIA, STANDING 6 FOOT 4, HE WEIGHED IN AT 250 POUNDS, THIS IS THE SPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORRLLLD!!!! THIS IS SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMY! KNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!!!! [MEGA MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Sammy stands, facing the center of the ring as Cartwright moves to the middle, holding out his hand as he waits for Volga and Knight to approach. The Tokyo Dome on its feet, as the overhead camera shows both Superstars meeting face to face and neither backing down for a second. Volga shakes his head at Knight, pointing as Cartwright raises the folded World Title high overhead!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Cartwright handing the title off to Amber at ringside and returning to the center, going over the rules if HJV does not beat Sammy here for the title belt then he forfeits his SPW Career!! History being made tonight here in Tokyo as we see the two best this federation has to offer and these fans are ready to finally see who the better man is! Sean, Jim, this is it, this is what the entire season has led to and it starts right now! Sean: And Ref says WRESTLE! [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KNIGHT AND VOLGA LOCKING UP! HERE WE GO THIS IS FOR IT ALL! Jakob shoving at Sammy who throws the arm to the side and wrenches it over, twisting again as he slams the shoulder right into the man's right arm! Knight with a twist again and turning into the standing armbar, JAKOB shoving at his face to get the Champ off his arm and smashes the inside kneelift! Sean: Sammy hurting as Jakob HEADBUTTS him and now buries a fist right into his stomach! OH Knight bent over and HJV swings a haymaker that MISSES! [The fans pop as Sammy comes up and jams the back elbow into the face! Knight charges the ropes and comes off the side right as HJV catches him into the Powerslam!! The fans roar out as Sammy bounces up holding his back and Jakob clocks him with a right hook that sends Knight down to the mat!!] [HUGE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: AND THOSE SHOTS WOULD KILL A NORMAL MAN! Jack: SAMMY ANYTHING BUT!! To his feet as Jakob forearms, forearms, and taking him back into the ropes, irish whip to send Knight racing and Jakob giving chase, runs and KNEESTRIKE into the CHEST!! Whoa never seen that before! Sammy falling into the ropes and HJV with the sidewalk pickup and JAMS the backbreaker as hard as he can! Oh just power and force in everything he does! [Sammy rolls over hurting and tries to push up right as HJV dives the forearm straight into his back, flattening Knight into the mat. Sammy's face bounces off the canvas as he pushes tall and Jakob STOMPS the back of his neck causing some of Knight's fans to shout in fear! Volga pulls up on the head, clamping the neck to twist it sideways as the Ref is in to check if Knight wants to give!] Jim: Sammy in a hard way right now, the neck vice clamped in and Volga looking to pop the man's head right off his neck. Sammy fighting to get up and HJV smashes the point of his elbow right down into Knight's skull! Nicely done, that's exactly what you want to do in there against a fighter like Knight, ranked number one in the entire game by the EWS. Sean: I agree and so much power, so much impact in everything Volga does. He knows his career, he knows his livelihood in one of if not the premier federation in the world at stake and he's more focused than I've ever seen him in his entire career. Jack: Knight twisting out, turning inside and slams the elbow to the guts! Does it again and Volga forced to break! Sammy into the ropes and HJV swings the lariat, Knight ducks and fires back with a hard right hand of his own! [Jakob steps back grabbing at his face and Sammy fires the inside kneelift but Volga grabs the leg and stepping inside shoves Knight on his back! Sammy swims over as HJV dives in for the Rear Naked Choke as the fans roar out!! Knight fights to get the arm up and Volga instead slams his head into the back of Sammy's over and over and over as all Knight can do is get an arm into the ropes! Volga releases right away and stands up with arms spread out, shifting his head as he talks some trash, Sammy to a knee as he glares at the number one contender] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And Volga being very sarcastic as he shows Sammy exactly who has the upper hand! Knight nodding, and HJV giving him oh the widest of berths as he moves back to let him at the ring. Wow the personal rivalry has just turned into animosity so thick its choking the respect right out of the ring. Jim: Respect!? Of course they respect each other but each man wants to win. At the end of the show, plain and simple, this is the big match, this is the most important fight in their lives. Do you think they'll do anything but do whatever it takes to win this match!? If they hold back they may as well not even show up! Sean: Knight to the center, Ref says Wrestle and LOCKUP! SAMMY with the kneelift but HJV blocks it! And forearm to the face! Crunching the bones in Knight's face once again as he blasts Sammy across the ring! Now wrapping on the grinding side headlock as Knight trying to shift to get free. HJV keeping and staying in control. [Sammy grabs the arm, then the leg, trying to get a good grip and brings Volga to the ropes, then rushes to shove him off as HJV grinds to a halt keeping the hold in tight. The fans pop as Sammy tries to pull him back again and into the ropes- moves to shove him off but Knight gets out the legs and puts on the brakes again!] Jack: Sammy falling sideways taking Jakob over in the roll but HJV sits up with the headlock still on! Volga to his feet and SAMMY PULLS HIM UP WITH A DISPLAY OF POWER AND CROTCHES HIM ON THE TOP ROPE!! Jim: WHOA! Sean: AND KNIGHT WITH THE GHETTOBLASTA!!! ****CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!**** [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: VOLGA TUMBLING OFF THE TOP AND ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE FLOOR!! Jim: And Sammy showing off now! HJV getting up in fury as he holds his sore head and Knight quick to move in, to sit on the second rope and offer to hold it to let HJV back up into the ring! [CROWD BOOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: Wow Tokyo doesn't like Sammy being arrogant either but the mental mindgames in full play! HJV curses as he heads around the ring, imagine that seeing the fans turn on a maneuver Sammy does! Jack: Sammy Knight will do whatever it takes. Volga moving around the ring and knees up to kick out a leg, getting inside as Sammy charges and HJV drops down! NO! Volga saying he'll get in when he does! Sean: Knight sliding out and HJV KNIFE EDGE CHOP! **SSSSSSMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!** Jack: OH!! AND SAMMY STAGGERING BACK! VOLGA WITH THE BACK ELBOWSMASH! Jim: DUCKED! AND SAMMY WITH THE KNIFE EDGE OF HIS OWN!! ***SSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMACCCCCKK!!!!!!*** Sean: OHHH! VOLGA NAILED! AND SAMMY CHOPS HIM AGAIN! ***SSSSSMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!*** ***SSSSSMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!*** ***SSSSSMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!*** [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KNIGHT WITH THE TOE KICK AND GUTWRENCHING VOLGA UP! BLUE THUNDER POWERBOMB INTO THE FLOOR!! [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jim: WOW! And VOLGA hurting! Sammy rolling inside to break the count, and over to drag up HJV, yells out to the fans and turns to send HJV running right into the steel steps!! ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHH!!!!!!*** Jack: OHH!! AND VOLGA HURTING! SAMMY READY TO KILL HIM TO PUT HIM AWAY! Sean: NO REMORSE! NO HESITATION! SAMMY READY TO END HIS CAREER!! Jim: SAMMY COMING IN AND VOLGA LUNGES TO GRAB HIS WAISTBAND! PULLS HIM INTO THE RINGPOST!! [CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Sammy stumbles back holding his head as he can't even see! Stars in his eyes, Knight grips the apron to get a bearing as HJV rolls over, trying to get up. The fans roar out as Volga gets up and Sammy hears his fans spinning around to send the wild haymaker straight into Jakob's face!!] [MONSTER FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: WHOA! AND KNIGHT FEEDING OFF THE FANS! ONE THING VOLGA COULD NEVER DO AS WELL AS KNIGHT! Jim: SAMMY TOSSING HIM INSIDE! AND DETERMINED TO FINISH THE JOB. [Knight crawls up onto the apron, pulling back as "Heartless" Jakob Volga gets up to his feet, turning around and Sammy launches himself with the flying Shouldertackle over the top as Volga nails his jaw with a huge Uppercut!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY KNOCKED SILLY! AND VOLGA DRAGS HIM UP TO WHIRL AND SEND HIM THROUGH THE CORNER BUCKLES -SHOULDERFIRST INTO THE RINGPOST! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: And BOTH Superstars not caring! At this point they are fighting for their lives! Sammy identifies himself with the World Title- and Volga making the ultimate sacrifice! Sammy to the mat and HJV into the air and lands the crushing kneedrop!! Jack: Volga leaps right into the air to land the elbow into the back, his full weight crashing into Sammy to flatten him down. HJV on him from behind and pulling up his face just smashing the crossface punches!! Wow! Not since Larry Gionet has anyone just brought the physicality to a world title main event! Jim: Not without a chair! And Sammy trying to cover up, trying to fight it off but instead has got to go to the ropes! AND HJV releasing oh a fair NO A STOMP TO THE BACK OF THE NECK FOR A SECOND TIME! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: Sammy Knight just being massacred as Volga can almost taste the blood in the water! HJV has him right where he wants him despite our best efforts from the Referee- Volga holding the top rope and slams a series of hard stomps right into the back just beating Sammy down forcing him to slide once again out of the ring! Jim: SAMMY pulling back, moving around the ring and HJV out of the ring and grabs him from behind, pulls Knight up for the Atomic Drop! Sean: KNIGHT grabs the ropes and rolls back inside! HJV giving chase and Knight with a forearm of his own diving right into the back of the neck! A receipt for HJV!! [Volga rolls over as he grabs the ropes, Ref saying break and Sammy backs up with eyes burning, arms spread out as he drops down and pounds the mat with both fists! Visibly suffering in great pains, Knight refuses to let Volga out of his focus as HJV knees up, staring a hole through the SPW World Champ] Jack: Wow, if looks could kill Sammy Knight would be a dead man. Jim: No kidding and that still may happen the match is young! HJV will beat him until he gives up that World Title! Sean: Volga heading up and Sammy right in for the lockup, pulls back to dodge the stomach punch- HEADBUTT of his own into HJV! Volga blinking as Knight nearly puts a kneesmash through his lungs!! Reaching back- and HEART PUNCH INTO HJV SENDS THE MAN ALL THE WAY BACK INTO A CORNER!! [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: SAMMY KNIGHT JUST BLASTED HJV WITH HIS OWN SIGNATURE MANEUVER! Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! AND NEITHER CAN VOLGA!! [Volga swears out as he grips his chest and Sammy raises his arms to the fans, working them as he beckons for more applause! The fans in the Tokyo Dome cheer out in surprise, as Sammy points at HJV and challenges him to come meet him in the center of the ring! HJV shoves up, staggering with murder in his eyes as he heads for Knight, promising to take the belt if it kills him!] Jack: Volga lumbering for Sammy, Knight used his own Heart Punch on him! Jim: Message sent, Message received. Volga's gonna kill a bitch! Sean: Sammy ready and Volga coming with the fist! Knight pulls back that shot coulda took his face off! Knight blocking a shot, blocking a hook, blocking a cross, kicks Volga in the chest! HJV knocked back! Jack: Sammy lunging as Volga in the corner MISSES the haymaker as he goes right into the buckles!! That shot would have knocked HJV out! Sean: Volga snaps the kick into the stomach, kicks him again, kick to the chest, spinning roundhouse kick NAILS The World Champion!! [Sammy goes all the way back to the center as a line of blood runs down his face from his left eyebrow! Staring out Knight begins to grin as Volga motions at him to come on! The fans cheer as Sammy nods and bowing up, the Champ runs right at the number one contender! Knight lunges in throwing the fist as HJV blocks it sideways and counters but Sammy was ready and ducks to backdrop Volga over his head high enough so he can spin and powerslam HJV out of the air!] [CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: WHOA! VOLGA UP AND SAMMY KICKS HIS FACE!! Sean: HJV KNOCKED TO THE ROPES TRIES TO RISE AND SAMMY DROPKICKS HIM AS HARD AS HE CAN!! VOLGA SMASHING INTO THE CABLES AND COMES BACK KNIGHT DIVES AND CLOTHESLINES OUT HIS LEGS!! Jack: KNIGHT ON SAMMY BUT VOLGA PUNCHES HIM FROM THE MAT! ONCE! TWICE!! Sean: SAMMY KNOCKED BACK AND VOLGA WITH THE FIST! KNIGHT CAUGHT IT! [Sammy throws the fist away and Volga batters him with the left hook to the ribs! HJV follows through with a right hook to the lungs and a left jab to the kidneys! Volga decks Sammy across the face and throws the right hook but Knight blocks it locks the arm, locks the other and smashes his head into HJV over and over again! Knight snaps up the fist straight into the sternum bashing Volga back a few steps and comes in strong to send a fist of his own but HJV ducks, weaving underneath as Sammy misses with his second strike! Knight's uppercut is already on its way as Volga twists to lock the arm tight but Sammy smashes his ribs with fist after fist and knocks him back!!] Jack: SAMMY THROWS THE HEART PUNCH!! VOLGA SIDESTEPS IT! CATCHES THE WRIST AND KNEELIFT INTO KNIGHT'S SIDE!! VOLGA PUNCHING SAMMY'S GUTS AND KICKS HIM AWAY!! Sean: VOLGA COMING AND PUNCH BLOCKED! PUNCH BLOCKED! VOLGA STOMPS HIS SHIN AND UPPERCUTS SAMMY INTO THE AIR!!! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Knight flies onto his back and gets up with his mouth all red! He is in serious pain and pushing up weakly, spits out a mouthful of blood as the audience roars!! Volga laughs, despite his own pains and Sammy grits his bloody teeth, pushing up to stand on his own and wiping red from his face, wipes the red across his chest in a 'B' sign! The fans roar out as Volga shakes his head, and Sammy stands tall, arms raised up as he's ready to fight!] Jim: KNIGHT GOING OLD SCHOOL TO THE STREETS FOR THIS! VOLGA'S CAREER ON THE LINE BUT SAMMY READY TO DEFEND _HIS_ LIFE! Jack: VOLGA CHARGING IN! SWINGS THE FIST BUT KNIGHT CATCHES THE ARM AND WRINGS IT OVER! SHOULDERBLOCK! SHOULDERBLOCK!! WRENCHES THE ARM TAKING VOLGA OVER! AND KICKS HIS FACE AGAIN!! Sean: VOLGA KNOCKED UP! SAMMY CHARGING AND HJV SWINGS THE FIST! KNIGHT DUCKS! AND GHETTOBLASTA AGAIN!!! ***CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!*** Jack: VOLGA KNOCKED SPINNING! SAMMY WITH THE STANDING DROPKICK TO THE BACK!! [Volga slams off balance right into the ropes! He turns around as Sammy goes for the lowblow and Volga instantly blocks it to take the fake with Knight smashing him with a forearm to the throat!! HJV gags as Sammy punches his guts and snaps the straight savate kick to the chest! Knight whips a second kick but Volga catches it and punches Sammy once, twice, but Sammy leaps for the Enzugiri as Volga ducks! Locking both legs he wrenches into the backbridge sending the wheelbarrow up as the back of Sammy's head crashes off the top turnbuckle!!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: OH NO! SAMMY IN THE CORNER!! Jim: AND VOLGA UNLOADING ON HIM WITH BODY SHOTS NAILING EVERY VITAL ORGAN HE CAN FIND!! MY GOD THOSE FISTS MOVING SO FAST HE'S TENDERIZING THE CHAMPION AND THERE'S NOTHING SAMMY CAN DO TO STOP HIM!!! [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: LARIAT INTO KNIGHT TAKES HIM OFF HIS FEET!! Jim: AND A SNAPMARE TAKEDOWN! Jack: SOCCER KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! Sean: KNIGHT KNOCKED ONTO ALL FOURS! AND HJV CHARGING ACROSS THE RING! COMES RUNNING BACK AS SAMMY RISES AND KNEE RIGHT INTO KNIGHT'S FACE!!! [Knight loses a stream of blood from his mouth as his head goes sideways! Volga continues into the ropes as Sammy falls over and HJV takes to the air to land the Double Kneedrop right into the stomach!!] Jim: GOOD GOD YOU COULDN'T PAY ME TO DO THAT!! Jack: And blood running profusely from Sammy's mouth as HJV has laid him out! This is it... this is where "Heartless" Jakob Volga becomes our new World Heavyweight Champ! Volga moving over as these fans can't believe it Sammy has been our Champion for a year! Jim: Volga over as Sammy trying to get up, trying to move but he can barely even stay conscious! Knight to his knees and one foot out- VOLGA WITH THE ARMS UP AND SWINGS AROUND BEHIND HIM! REAR NAKED CHOKE!!!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: VOLGA HAS IT ON! HE HAS IT LOCKED! SAMMY CAN'T BREATHE!!! HEARTLESS JAKOB VOLGA STRANGLING SAMMY KNIGHT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!! [Knight's eyes go white as they flicker and blood runs in lines from his mouth all over HJV's massive arms! Volga starts shaking Knight back and forth as Sammy reaches down, the fans cheering as he locks HJV's leg- and ducks forwards taking the full weight of Jakob Volga on his back!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: WHAT IS THIS!? KNIGHT HOLDING VOLGA ON HIS BACK! BUT HJV WILL NOT LET GO!! Jim: QUIT DAMMNIT! TAP! TAP OUT! YOU'RE JUST FIGHTING FOR YOUR TITLE HE'S FIGHTING FOR HIS CAREER!!! HE'S FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE! [Sammy takes a step, and reaching up locks the arm tight! The fans roar out in surprise as Sammy raises his head, eyes widening as he takes another step and begins to move faster! HJV hangs on trying to choke Knight out and Sammy charges the side of the ring and throws himself right through the ropes sending both Superstars tumbling off the apron and down into the floor!!] [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: KNIGHT HIT THE FLOOR AND LANDED ON VOLGA!! THE HOLD HAS BEEN BROKEN! Sean: AND THE REF FORCED TO GIVE A TEN COUNT!!! 1!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: BOTH MEN DOWN! WILL EITHER MAKE IT INTO THE RING! Jim: NOT LIKE THIS! COME ON GUYS GET UP!! 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sean: KNIGHT SHOVING UP! HOW CAN THIS BE!?! Jack: "HEARTLESS" JAKOB VOLGA ROLLING OVER! 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim: THEY HAVE GOT TO END THIS! WHO IS THE BETTER MAN!? 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack: SAMMY ROLLING IN! AND ROLLS OUT TO BREAK THE COUNT!! [CROWD SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: KNIGHT UP AND VOLGA ROLLING OVER- SAMMY WILL NOT BEAT VOLGA LIKE THAT! Jim: ARE YOU INSANE!? HE HAD IT! HE- VOLGA UP AND BURIES THE FIST INTO HIS STOMACH!! [Sammy spits out red as HJV spins him around and runs him into the railing! Pulling at the arm, he falls backwards whipping Knight running straight into the ringpost! Knight stumbles back as HJV drags him around and heads for the commentator's tables! The commentators all pull back as HJV throws Sammy on the table and runs him across the monitors and headsets to shoot him headfirst into the railing!! The crowd roars out as Volga drags Knight up, pulling his near lifeless body to his feet as the Referee rolls from the ring ordering HJV to stop- and Volga holds the man up into the air! Lifting him high as the fans scream out, HJV crashes Sammy down for the Blood Drop and Sammy throws out his hands to catch the table as Volga's weight crushes them right through it, Knight throwing out a hand to catch himself as his forearm goes sideways!] ***CRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!*** Jack: KNIGHT SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN I THINK HE BROKE HIS ARM!! Jim: BUT VOLGA WENT THROUGH THE BROADCAST TABLE!!! Sean: HOLY SHIT! AND SAMMY PULLING BACK ON THE LEG!! Jack: REF DOWN AND HE WILL ALLOW THIS! ORIGINAL SPW RULES FALLS COUNT! Jim: KNIGHT KNEW THIS ALL ALONG! 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [EARTH SHATTERING FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Stone: AND YOUR WINNER! AND STILLL CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRLLLLD!! SSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! KKNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! [Knight collapses as the fans scream out! Crawling over, he drags himself across the floor, reaching, straining as Cartwright takes up the SPW World Championship and Sammy shoves up to grab it! The fans are yelling as the Referee pulls him to his feet, Knight cradling his forearm as he makes it to his feet, looking out across the arena and he goes to roll into the side, diving in to roll over the canvas and come to a rest laying on his back, the title belt clutched across his chest to his heart as the fans are cheering like crazy! Chest heaving, Knight stares at the ceiling and begins to smile through his bloody mouth] "SAMMY!!!!!" "SAMMY!!!!!" "SAMMY!!!!!" "SAMMY!!!!!" "SAMMY!!!!!" Jack: And as Sammy Knight rises up in the ring, he holds up the World Title! Yes I think that forearm may be broken but he truly is the greatest Champion we have ever had!! In our ten plus year history there is no man that can touch this Icon, this Athlete, this Superstar!! Sean: Knight celebrating with his fans! And Tokyo loves him! Knight looking to the future and has a stranglehold on this- his World Championship this has been a reign like none other! Jim: The future is bright for the Heavyweight Champion of the - [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ANDREW DAVIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Davis walks out of the back in his Dolce & Gabbana shades, a cocky grin scowled across his face as the audience boos! At his back are Clyde Kennedy, Shane Diamond and Miss Jasmine! The fans are immediately booing out as Davis tips his shades down- and as Knight turns to face him Davis begins to sarcastically clap. His friends doing the same, Andrew laughs and makes his way down the ramp to head across the aisle, seemingly oblivious to the fans booing out on all sides. Knight doesn't move as Davis knees up onto the apron, rising up to step inside as the rest roll inside to back him up. Sammy stands tall raising his head as Andrew walks right up!] Jim: DAVIS COMING OUT HERE TO CONGRATULATE KNIGHT!! Sean: Yeah but this does NOT look good- [FANS CHEERING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [From out of the back Bryan Vincent, Eddie Christian and Jeff Keenan quickly make their entrance! The fans cheer out as Davis and company turn their heads to see all three make their way down the aisle. Sammy smirks as his friends move around the ring, and quickly climb up and in to back up the World Champion. Sammy opens his arms as the fans cheer loudly in the Tokyo Dome- and Davis steps back, giving the golf clap again as he bows to Knight... then raises his finger pointing at the belt on Sammy's shoulder and telling him he will be the first ever Three Time Champion of the World!! Knight tells him to come take it off his waist if he can, and everyone is tensed up, just waiting to fight!] [HUGE FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: And we may have an all-out WAR breaking out here tonight at Ringu Faia!! Jim: Darkman wants to fight, Davis telling him off and get this even Eddie Christian backing his longtime friend Sammy Knight up! And Jeff Keenan out here to tell Andrew's group to stay back he will not see Knight attacked in the weakened state and condition he is in! Aw come on guys! Quit being such spoilsports!! Sean: Shane Diamond raising the World Tag Team Title up, you gotta think Owen Cage would be out here if not for what Spooky Doom did to him -all these guys looking ready to come to blows at any second! And these fans want to see it! But you're right, I'm shocked that Sammy can even stand! He- [LIGHTS OUT] [CROWD SCREAMS!] [The lights come up and standing in the ring is a hooded individual, wearing a Sammy Knight hoodie, as Sammy takes a step back in surprise!! Davis swivels his head to see the incoming presence as everyone bows up at this mystery interloper! The fans are roaring out as no one can expected to see this!] [CROWD ROARING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: IT'S THAT BASTARD!! THAT MYSTERY ASSAILANT THAT HAS BEEN TARGETING OUR OWN SUPERSTARS FOR MONTHS NOW!! WHO THE HELL ARE THEY!! [Sammy asks the same thing as everyone looks to this new threat! And the man in the center raises his hands to grip the hood back, and throws the hoodie back to finally reveal his identity!!!] Jack: IT'S DEREK WEAVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! [CROWD SCREAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] [Keenan curses in disbelief, Sammy looking shocked as Andrew Davis yells out, stunned himself! Weaver grits his teeth and points right at Knight, telling him this is just the beginning as Derek Weaver slams a fist into his palm, eyes boiling as everyone in the ring look ready to kill this man! The fans are roaring as SPW gathers themselves and moves in as Knight prepares to attack until Derek raises his arms, pointing to all sides of the arena!!!!] [MONSTER POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: I CAN'T BELIEVE DEREK WEAVER HERE IN SPW THREATENING THE CHAMPION AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER- Jim: WHAT IS HE POINTING AT!?! [Through the crowd walks Nathan Taylor! The Mastadon makes his way through the fans! The audience can't believe as the former IGA Superstar at 6 foot 5, 365 pounds makes his way down through the stands, heading towards the ring! On the left side Orchid comes through the crowd in purple mask, the crowd booing like crazy after what she did to Jasy! Walking down the aisle, JDM Superstar taunts the Shootfire Faithful, surprising the fans with his allegiance shift! In the foreground, The Red Dragon slides in over the railing, creeping to flank the ring as on the right side Jean Pierre Celine leaps over the barricade, all five athletes surrounding the ring!! Shootfire Pro Wrestling looks around on all sides as everyone climbs the apron, and Sammy and Andrew look at each other for a split second as Davis swears like crazy and as Shane Diamond holds up his fists, Andrew Davis yelling out threatening Weaver- Miss Jasmine and Clyde Kennedy ready to fight- they suddenly turn their attention aligning with invaders as the audience screams!] [CROWD ROARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: ANDREW DAVIS ATTACKING SAMMY KNIGHT! BRYAN VINCENT IN ON DAVIS!! IS DAVIS WORKING WITH THESE GUYS!?! Sean: SHANE DIAMOND FIGHTING EDDIE CHRISTIAN!? NATHAN TAYLOR ENTERING THE RING!! Jim: I CAN'T BELIEVE ANDREW DAVIS SOLD US OUT! [HUGE HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Jack: DEREK WEAVER ATTACKING BRYAN VINCENT! NATHAN TAYLOR BEATING ON JEFF KEENAN!! Sean: JDM SUPERSTAR THAT FUCKING TURNCOAT HE BROUGHT THEM HERE!!! AND HE'S FIGHTING AGAINST OUR OWN GUYS!! Jim: CLYDE KENNEDY FIGHTING BRYAN VINCENT! THIS WHOLE PLACE ERUPTING AS WE HAVE A PIER SIX BRAWL!! THIS HAS BEEN THE CRAZIEST SEASON YET! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!! Jack: SOMEONE GET SECURITY DOWN HERE THERE'S NO WAY KNIGHT AND COMPANY CAN BEAT THESE GUYS!! SAMMY HAS A BROKEN LIMB!! [But Sammy manages to break the glasses on Andrew's face as Davis staggers back holding the pieces in surprise and Weaver spears into Sammy Knight taking him down with fists to the face! The fans roar out as Derek beats into the Champion and Eddie Christian dives to try and pull him off! Nathan grabs Christian and launches him through the air with the release german suplex!! JDM takes a fist to the face from Jeff Keenan but JPC smashes the lowblow into the Director! "Darkman" Bryan Vincent bundles Celine up and tosses him clear over the top rope!! Kennedy and Diamond beat down Eddie Christian in the corner as the fans in the Tokyo Dome are roaring for help!! Jim: WE DESPERATELY HAVE GOT TO GET SECURITY IN HERE! CALL THE POLICE, CALL THE FREAKIN ARMY WE NEED THEM OUT HERE TOKYO DOME BEING THREATENED TO RIP APART AT THE SEAMS!!! [Andrew Davis leaps with the spinning heel kick at Sammy Knight, crashing him into the corner! Knight throws up the block as The Red Dragon flies through the air into his chest with tn Avalanche Forearm Smash!!] Jack: AND SECURITY RUSHING DOWN!!! KNIGHT TRYING TO GET AT DAVIS!! Jim: A WAVE OF BLACK SHIRTS IN THE RING AND GETTING IN BETWEEN EVERYONE! Jack: SECURITY AND THE POLICE NOW IN AND RESTRAINING THEM BUT NOT ARRESTING ANYONE! WHY ARE THESE GUYS ALLOWED TO BE HERE!? Sean: AND JDM SCREAMING AT THEM ALL! PROMISING THEM THIS IS THE END!!? IF THESE GUYS ARE HERE LEGALLY- DOES THAT MEAN THEY HAVE SHOOTFIRE CONTRACTS!? Jim: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON! I DON'T KNOW ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE AND IT'S TAKING A FLEET OF SECURITY AND POLICE TO ORDER EVERYONE APART!!! [Everyone is fighting to get free and at each other as the fans are about ready to explode from the inciting chaos! Jean Pierre Celine is shouting out "Viva La Resistance!" as the Police are restraining him at ringside, and Davis is goading Sammy Knight, talking shit as it takes more than several Cops to hold Derek Weaver back, Nathan Taylor still fighting it out with "Darkman" Bryan Vincent! Eddie Christian slams a kneelift into Shane Diamond but gets his eyes raked as Security rushes them next!!] Jack: AND WRESTLING FANS WE ARE DESPERATLELY OUTTA TIME! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT IS GOING ON! FOR EVERYONE HERE AT SHOOTFIRE PRO WRESTLING WE THANK YOU FOR BEING PART OF RINGU FAIA!! Sean: ANOTHER WAVE OF SECURITY RUSHING IN!! WE'RE GONNA NEED ALL THE HELP WE CAN GET! KNIGHT CHARGING ANDREW DAVIS!! Jim: SAMMY BREAKING FREE AND JUMPING AT DAVIS!!! BROKEN WRIST AND ALL! [FANS SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] Sean: ANDREW DAVIS INTO KNIGHT CRASHING HIM INTO THE ROPES!! AND NOW EVERYONE FIGHTING EACH OTHER!! COME ON SPW WE CAN'T DO THIS!! DAVIS HAS SOLD OUT HIS FEDERATION ALIGNING WITH THESE CASTOFFS WHO HAVE SPLIT UP OUR ROSTER!! Jack: MY GOD IF THEY CARVE US IN HALF THEY'LL KILL US!! Jim: DO YOU THINK DAVIS CARES!? DO YOU THINK DEREK WEAVER WILL STOP AT ANYTHING!? Jack: THEY HAD BETTER! ANDREW DAVIS IS A MEGALOMANIAC! HE'LL CRUSH US ALL!! FANS WE ARE OUTTA HERE, SO LONG, GOOD NIGHT! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! WE WILL SEE SEASON ON SPW CONQUEST!!!! [Fade out as Sammy and Andrew are fighting each other as Security fight to get to break them up, Derek Weaver grinning despite being held back as Nathan is still struggling against the Police as the Cops are forced to start handcuffing Wrestlers! Bryan yells out from the mat as he fights to get up, and from up above streamers begin to sail down over the arena as fireworks go off, the fading pyro from Ringu Faia originally intended to send the crowd home happy now making things even worse as Knight screams at Davis and has to be carried off the mat by the Authorities, Derek Weaver smiling as the Police lock his hands behind his back, the fans are still roaring and we cut to black....] ___________________________________________________________________________ \_______________________________RINGU FAIA________________________________/ /__SPW____< >_______________________< >_______________________< >____SPW__\ | | | | | | | © Myriad 2009 ~ All Rights Reserved | | http://shootfireworld.com | | | | | | | |___________________________________________________________________________| \__SPW____< >______________________< >________________________< >____SPW__/ /_______________________________RINGU FAIA________________________________\ [Cue Evanesence: "Going Under"] "...Now I will tell you what I've done for you 50 thousand tears I've cried Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you And you still won't hear me (Going Under...) [Cut to Terminus on the top rope as Clyde Dixon is laughing, unable to believe the lack of competition from The Hype. Terminus stands tall- and as Tokyo rises to their feet, Terminus leaps off the top rope with the Corkscrew 450 Degree Press, the Terminal Velocity taking down CJ Messer and winning it all!] "Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself Maybe I'll wake up for once (Wake up for once) Not tormented...Daily defeated by you Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom" Talent: Sammy Knight "Heartless' Jakob Volga Andrew Davis "Violent" Victor Frost Tiffany Lane Spooky Doom Poet Wright "I'm dying again..." [Orchid gets up as Asaka gets to her feet, and the masked woman back suplexes her into the air, then throws her high and lands catching the head, jumping to get both knees in the back and blasting Asaka with the elevated lungblower! She drags the peppy athlete up and spikes her in a Fire Thunder Driver!!!] "I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under" Scott Starring Jasy O'Neil Deathknell Owen Cage Shane Diamond Marissa Monet James O'Connor Chris Wheeling Bryan Vincent ["The Outlaw" Morris Bass sets up the table! Barry Baldwin, down and hurting, tries to get up as Bass has that table set up the Referee, but the Official attempts to stop him and Morris cracks him one! Ripping up Bonecrusher Bass powerbombs him through the table earning himself a disqualification!] "Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies ..So I don't know what's real and what's not Always confusing the thoughts in my head So I can't trust myself anymore" Eddie Christian Ryan Bradley Cristian Cantona Clyde Kennedy Nina Larue Gabriel Van Zahn Steve Liermann Barry Baldwin Morris Bass Jasmine Diamond [Clyde Kennedy has James O'Connor locked in the Kennedy Contraption but James has the top rope! The Referee says break and the second Clyde lets the legs go James swings around the front to kick off the corner slamming the Tornado Death Drop!! The fans roar as he bounces on Kennedy's head and rolling over gets the leg out as he pulls back hard getting the duke in front of 45,000 fans!!] "I'm dying again..." "I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under" [Van Zahn struggles and kicks to get free from Steve Liermann's "Manacle" submission maneuver, GVZ trying to shove up as he pushes for the roll, and trying to turn his head sideways, sinks his teeth into Steve's leg! Liermann yells out as he pushes to his feet, Gabriel Van Zahn catching him with GVZ's End Game swinging reverse STO!!!] Stacia Baruffi Serena Black Terminus Clyde Dixon CJ Messer Danny Nash Lance Williams James Robinson Joy Van Zahn Mike McCarey Joe Baruffi "So go on and scream Scream at me I'm so far away I won't be broken again I've got to breathe I can't keep going under" [Poet Wright climbs the buckles as Tiffany Lane is hunched over, Wright standing tall facing the ring as she grabs up Lane's golden hair and pulls her head in between her legs. The fans are booing out as Wright locks down the waist, as the spotlights reflect off the thumbtacks in the middle of the ring. As the fans roar out, hoping against hope Poet wrenches Tiffany up into the air! She dives with a Superbomb aimed at the tacks in the center, but Lane is somehow able to manage a Mid-Air Hurricanrana reverse to send both women into the tacks!!] Derek Weaver Nathan Taylor The Red Dragon Jean Pierre Celine JDM Superstar Orchid "I'm dying again..." [Jasy comes in at Poet and Wright throws a handful of tacks at her! Poet tries for the Meet Ms. Wright Superkick but Jasy is able to duck! But she cannot avoid the Knife Edge Chop to the throat! Poet takes her down with a gogoplata submission hold to become the new Women's World Champ!] "I'm going under Drowning in you I'm falling forever I've got to break through I'm going under Going under Drowning in you I'm going under..." Beauty Angels Japan: Aiko Myamoto Butterly Sato Mina Yamaguchi [Andrew Davis superkicks into DeathKnell in the corner, and then blindsides El Rey Futuro with a schoolboy win to advance to the Finals of the Fusion Grand Prix! Davis pulls on the tights and the Referee counts to three!] [Cue Rammstein's "Sonne"] "Einz... Zwei... Drei... Vier... Funf... Sechs... Sieben... Acht... Neun... Aus" Commentary: Jack Sharp Jim Monroe Sean O'Brady Interviews: Toxic Shock Heather Owens Tara Silver [Mina Yamaguchi battles Nina Larue back with a hard inside kneelift! Aiko Myamoto takes Larue up with her arms crossed in the electric chair and slams a Miracle Ocean Bomb as she drops to make the cover! Stacia B gets knocked off the apron before she can enter to get the save and Shootfire loses to Beauty Angels Japan thanks to Miss Jasmine abandoning the fight!!] "Alle warten auf das Licht FŸrchtet euch fŸrchtet euch ich nicht Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen Sie wird heute Nacht nicht untergehen Und die Welt zŠhlt laut bis zehn" Head EMT: Jimmy Graves Ring Announcer: Steve Stone Timekeeper: Amber Rhiannon [Cage swears and shoves away as he pulls his belt from Jasmine, heading up the aisle and the fans are booing out, throwing trash from the railings! Garbage is showering down on Team EGO as the bell rings and the fans boo like thunder! They turn back, Diamond and Cage content to take the count out loss and thus, keep their titles!!] "Eins... Hier kommt die Sonne Zwei... Hier kommt die Sonne Drei... Sie ist der hellste Shtern von allen Vier... Hier kommt die Sonne" Road Agents: Andy Simmons Janet Washington Cash Banks Harold Eden [Spooky Doom keeps climbing hand over fist up the side of the colossal video tower as the audience is cheering! Nearly yelling themselves hoarse, the fans in the Tokyo Dome get back up to their feet! Spooky Doom makes it to the very top of the video towers and standing up, sways in the balance as the fans are roaring out! Standing on top of the three story video tower, Spooky Doom plays his air guitar and as the fans scream out Doom goes right off the side flying down in a plunge of green lightning! He rockets through Owen Cage on the table sending both halves sailing up into splinters!!] Referees: Chris Cartwright Shane Dreamer Todd Lucchesi Lara Vandewalle Glen Kyros Charles Eden "Die Sonne scheint mir aus den HŠnden Kann verbrennen kann euch blenden Wenn sie aus den FŠusten bricht Legt sich heiss auf das Gesicht Sie wird heut nacht nicht untergehen Und die Welt zŠhlt laut bis zehn" Board of Directors: AJ Black Jeff Keenan JDM Superstar Chris Cartwright Chris Caranova [The fans are calling for it as Van stomps out, ducking down low as Deathknell begins to stir! The fans are cheering and on their feet as Van Wild yells out, muscles near to bursting with adrenaline!!! He shoves inside and actually manages to stun us all as he hefts DeathKnell over his shoulders and delivers the Wild Ride! Van goes up and tags out to Scott Starring, Starring already preparing as he jumps and soars into a picture perfect Shooting Star Press! Starring slams into DeathKnell becoming the first man in SPW to pin the monster!] Matchwriters: Dante Franklin Shaun Sindelman Mo Stylz AJ Black "Eins... Hier kommt die Sonne Zwei... Hier kommt die Sonne Drei... Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen Vier... Hier kommt die Sonne Funf... Hier kommt die Sonne Sechs... Hier kommt die Sonne Sieben... Sie ist der hellste Shtern von allen Acht, neun... Hier kommt die Sonne" [Frank Ewiak goes for a dive through the air but Eddie Christian leaps up and smashes a Superkick in! He knocks Ewiak out of the window and earns his third submission win as suddenly he's attacked by Marissa Monet!] Special Thanks to: The Tokyo Egg Dome New Japan Wrestling Federation Beauty Angels Japan IGA Evolution Trevor Klatt Droo Ling Pedro Boyd Dave Pietka Kazuki "Tsunami" Shimizu Burning Calm Asaka [Monet grabs the waistlock on Eddie Christian and rips him back, sending him right over the top rope at the floor below in the German Suplex!! Christian sails to land on his back at ringside and he is put out of the Sinful Six match! The fans cheer as Marissa Monet raises her arms and flexes!!] "Die Sonne scheint mir aus den HŠnden Kann verbrennen, kann dich blenden Wenn sie aus den FŠusten bricht Legt sich heiss auf dein Gesicht Legt sich schmerzend auf die Brust Das Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlust LŠsst dich hart zu Boden gehen Und die Welt zŠhlt laut bis zehn" [The Referees are yelling, keeping the audience busy as Andrew Davis and "Violent" Victor Frost's groups rush out to accomplish a giant distraction! Victor blocks being taken down with the Headshot and taking Andrew up into his arms, pulls him for the Violator Mark II and hits a falling DVD off the second rope! With no Referees paying attention the General Manager Henry Spikes slides in and counts as Victor Frost becomes the New Fusion Champion!] Moderator: Shaun Sindelman Website: Samantha Bevins Talent Relations: Walter Yeates Promotion: Mo Stylz Location Manager: Walter Yeates Graphic Design: Samantha Bevins Vice President: Dante Franklin Head Booker: Jon Lilwal ["Heartless" Jakob Volga unloads on Sammy Knight in the corner, then slams a monstrous lariat followed by a snapmare and a soccer kick into the back of the head! Knight rolls over bleeding from the mouth as Jakob flies through the air to slam the double kneedrop right into his chest!!] "Eins... Hier kommt die Sonne Zwei... Hier kommt die Sonne Drei... Sie ist der hellste Shtern von allen Vier... Hier kommt die Sonne Funf... Hier kommt die Sonne Sechs... Hier kommt die Sonne Sieben... Sie ist der hellste Shtern von allen Acht, neun... Hier kommt die Sonne" [Sammy spits out red as HJV throws Sammy on the commentators' table and runs him across the monitors and headsets to shoot him headfirst into the railing!! The crowd roars out as Volga drags Knight up, pulling his near lifeless body - and Volga holds the man up into the air! Lifting him high as the fans scream out, HJV crashes Sammy down for the Blood Drop and Sammy throws out his hands to catch the table as Volga's weight crushes them right through it, Knight throwing out a hand to catch himself snapping his forearm but he's able to land on Volga and go through the table! Knight drags himself over to cover and keep his title, sending HJV out of SPW!!] Executive Producer: Jon Lilwal General Manager: Henry Spikes CEO: AJ Black Owner: Gideon Cain Directed by: AJ Black [Fade to the end of the show as insane chaos has broken out! Andrew Davis with broken D&G glasses in hand, is shouting death threats at Sammy Knight, the World Champion trying to fight despite his busted hand! Derek Weaver and Nathan Taylor are fighting Eddie Christian and Bryan Vincent as the current Superstars backing up Davis ally with the newest threat to SPW! Streamers begin to sail down over the arena as fireworks go off, the fading pyro from Ringu Faia clouding the brawl in the ring as the Police have to restrain Knight from attacking Davis, Derek Weaver smiling as he's facedown, cuffed by the Police. The Tokyo Dome audience is still roaring as Security tries to control the chaos] © 2009 Myriad Capital Management - All Rights Reserved