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The camera fades in on a pair of red Chuck Taylors. Footsteps echo as the person wearing them makes their way down the hall. Atomic Punk speaks. Atomic Punk: All throughout history there was a period of time when people discovered that the current goings on and ways of thinking were no longer suitable. Examples of this can be seen in many battles throughout the middle ages, World War 1 and 2, and even in current events unfolding around us today both in the world and in the wrestling world. As she speaks, the camera slowly moves up and zooms out, showing Atomic Punk in her wrestling gear with her hair tired back. Atomic Punk: There have been many movements in the wrestling world and over time they have changed. Many have been outraged at this and wish to bring back the old ways… A clip of Rage preaching to Kid Kaos and Bobcat after the XTLC match is shown. Atomic Punk: Others embrace what they’ve become and completely forget what they once were… Ventor is seen gloating once again about himself on The Vent. Atomic Punk: All it takes is the faltering of a leader to ignite fires.. A clip of Kristen’s meeting with the FCC’s lawyer is played. Atomic Punk: Out of the chaos a new leader rises with a new way of thinking and there’s nothing left for one to do but pass the torch. Crystal is shown sitting quietly in her chair in the meeting room as Kristen signed the SWA over to her. When the clip fades Crystal is standing where Atomic Punk had been, B. Cool standing behind her with the SWA Championship on his shoulder. Metalingus by Alter Bridge begins to play. Crystal: Let the reformation begin… B. Cool takes the belt off of his shoulder and holds it in front of him. He steps towards the camera until all you can see is the blue SWA logo. A computerized beam of light hits the logo causing it to shatter into pieces until no gold is seen except in the center. This image fades into the actual SWA set and Skytron for Reformation. The purple shards are now made of metal and the gold in the walkway are lights rather than the metallic gold of the SWA Championship. The camera pans around the SWA Arena and the fans cheer wildly. One boy is seen acting as if he’s going to set a “Ventor for President 2008” shirt on fire but his mother snatches the lighter before he can get a chance and starts yelling at him. Other fans are holding up signs and waving different signs. The arena camera switches to the ringside camera and viewers can see Bob and Jerry at the announce table. Bob: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! We are live from the SWA Arena in Columbus, Ohio, and this is Reformation. I'm Bob Macatire alongside Jerry Sheppard, and Jerry, even you have to agree that we've got an action-packed show in store for these fans. Jerry: For the first time, I think you're right. We've got a ton of, well, decent matches tonight. Bob: But first, Jerry and I have been instructed to recap a dark match that took place earlier tonight. Jerry: Oh yeah. That. This thing was a tragedy, people. A total and complete tragedy. Bob: Before the show tonight, Ventor took on Kid Kaos. The match was made by Crystal as punishment for Ventor's constant wining. Jerry: Hey! That's not very nice. All Ventor wants is a title shot. Bob: Right. And he constantly complains about it. Anyway, Jerry was crushed, and I had a big laugh, when Kid Kaos, that's right, Kid Kaos pinned Ventor for the one two three. Jerry: Hey! Mr. Follow-the-rules! Kid Kaos cheated! He used the tights! Bob: True. I can't deny that. Still, in the books, Ventor lost to Kid Kaos. Jerry: You're cruel, Bob. Very cruel. Bob: But it gets better. After the match was over, who should come out but B Cool! Jerry: I hate him! I hate him to the bottom of my heart. Bob: B Cool, in typical B Cool fashion, came down to the ring to hand Ventor his vending uniform. Jerry: I can't believe Crystal would disgrace Ventor like that. Bob: Well even as we speak he's patrolling the isle selling popcorn. It's just what he deserves I think. Jerry: Well you think wrong. Bob: Now to move on, let's talk about the matches scheduled for tonight. All three titles are on the line tonight. Rachel defends hers in a triple threat against Cammy and Amethyst, Sean Atwood defends his in a Last Man Standing match against Kristian Sailes, and... Wait a minute, folks. I'm being told that the City Brawl has already started! We've gotta get our cameras over there! Jerry: I love it when Bob gets cut off. The ringside camera switches over to the cameraman waiting outside. Brawler and Bobcat have indeed already started their match, throwing lefts and rights at each other. Bobcat goes for a left but Brawler blocks it, grabbing Bobcat and slamming him up against the wall of the SWA Arena. R C who is out on the sidewalk yells for Brawler to pick him up. Brawler goes to pull Bobcat up by the hair of his head but Bobcat gets in a low blow which sends Brawler to the ground. Bob: Oh my! Bobcat's using some cheap tactics early in this match. Jerry: Well the reason is obvious. The idiot's lost to the Brawler twice. he knows he can't beat him. Just like he knows he can't beat me next Edge. Bobcat grabs Brawler and pulls him to his feet, dragging him down to the bus stop in front of the arena where R C was waiting, just in time for a COTA bus to show up. As the bus stops, Bobcat moves to throw Brawler into it but he reverses, sending Bobcat into it instead. Brawler then grabs Bobcat by the hair and throws him into the bus and past R C who is explaining to a very confused bus driver that they have proper authority and all the paperwork to do this. Bob: Oh wow! This battle's already moving away from the arena, and fast! They've actually boarded a bus! Ya know, Jerry, I almost forgot you're scheduled to appear in that rafters match next Edge. Jerry: Well I am, and I assure you that Bobcat's gonna be out on the shelf after that one. Bob: You mean if he's still around after this one. This fight is already crazy. Finally the driver closes the doors to the bus and drives off, turning left on Nationwide Boulevard onto High Street. The two men are in the back of the bus having at it while all the normal passengers are staring on in shock, some of them even cheering the men on. Brawler throws Bobcat into one of the hard plastic double seats of the bus. He grabs him by the hair and rams the back of his head into the side of the bus which also hits the little yellow strip. “Stop requested” is heard and the bus slows down to a stop, opening the doors. Brawler looks to R C and R C just shrugs and points to the back door. R C and the ref get off the bus and Brawler throws Bobcat off the bus before stepping off of it himself. Bob: I don't think RC was too comfortable continuing this brawl on the bus. Jerry: And why not? I think RC should just let it all go. This brawl is city wide! Brawler takes a moment to look around at his surroundings or to survey the area which happens to be a United Dairy Farmers with a gas station attached to it. Bobcat uses this opportunity to take a breather and right when Brawler is about to pick him up again he spins around sweeping the man’s legs out from under him. He then jumps up and takes off at a run for the UDF. The ref follows Bobcat while R C stays with Brawler. Bob: Oh! Nice leg sweep by Bobcat, but he's gonna need a lot more offense than that if he hopes to wrestle for the title later tonight. Jerry: Nothing he does will matter. First of all, this guy couldn't wrestle his way out of a paper bag. Second, he's wrestling the Brawler. Brawler gets angrily to his feet and heads into the store. He looks around for Bobcat but he’s nowhere to be seen. The ref heads over to the coffee pot and pours himself a cup of coffee, going to the register to pay for it as R C heads over to the ice cream counter and orders a double dip chocolate ice cream cone. Once receiving his cone, he turns around and leans on the counter, watching as right at that moment Bobcat jumps out from behind a shelf with a can of Pepsi which he opens and it sprays into the eyes of the unsuspecting Brawler. Bobcat goes for the pin and the ref runs to get into position as the guy at the counter informed him of the pin. Bob: Oh my god! Bobcat's going for the cover, but the ref's too busy with his coffee! Jerry: Not anymore. That couldn't have felt good. In the process of doing so however, the ref ends up spilling coffee all over Bobcat and breaking up the pin. Bobcat is furious and takes out the ref with a left to the temple. He then pins Brawler again and glares at R C as if expecting him to count. R C just shrugs which angers Bobcat and he starts to go after R C but Brawler grabs his ankle and Bobcat who was in mid step lands face first into the concrete tile on the floor. Brawler gets to his feet and pulls Bobcat up by his hair. He then spins him around and grabs him by his waist delivering the Destruction Slam. R C shakes the ref back to consciousness as Brawler goes for the pin. Bob: Wow! The destruction slam right in the middle of the store! That's concrete! This could be all 1…
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3… Jerry: Yes! I told you Brawler could not be stopped. Look how easily Bobcat got beat! That's just how quick it's gonna be when he faces me! Bob: I sincerely doubt that, Jerry. Tim Marshal: Here’s your winner! The Brawler! R C holds up Brawler’s arm in victory. Brawler kicks Bobcat a few extra times for good measure before R C pulls him away, saying he should save it for the title match. The two walk out of the UDF as a few patrons walk in wondering what the hell was going on. The camera goes back to Bob and Jerry. Bob: Well there you have it, folks. Later tonight, Brawler will go on to face B Cool for the SWA championship. That's sure to be a great match. Jerry: Yeah! Another slaughter for the Brawler! If I were him, I'd feel pretty lucky. Two people to decimate in one night! Bob: I think B Cool has a chance, Jerry. But that's neither here nor there for the moment. We're just about to start our second match of the evening. Jerry: Well, third if you count that stupid Kid Kaos crap. Bob: Quite right, Jerry. Jack Morgan takes on Rob Kelleher, and it starts just about... now. Tim Marshal: The following match will be for one fall... Vague by Orgy hits and Jac comes out on the ramp alongside his manager Sphynx, they then both make there way down to the ring. Tim Marshal: Making his way to the ring along with his manager Sphynx, weighing in at 6 foot 1 and 221 pounds...Jac Morgan! Bob: Well as you can see it's now time for the first match tonight actually set to take place inside the ring. Jerry: Oh man, I'm still shivering. That city brawl was awesome! Bob: You're, uh, shivering? Jerry: Yeah! Don't you shiver after a good match? Bob: Uh, no. At any rate, it's time to debut some new talent! Jac then poses on the turnbuckle. Then jumps down and awaits his opponent. "Forget To Remember" by Mudvayne hits as the lights start flashing red, gold, and black and fire shoots out of the stage, ramp and ring posts as Rob Kelleher walks out on stage. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, weighing in at 6 foot 8 and 285 pounds, Rob Kelleher! Bob: And here comes our second new superstar. Ya know, Jerry, it's odd not to really have much to say about these guys. We've, uh, never seen them before. Jerry: Well you haven't, but I have inside information. Bob: Oh really now? Jerry: Yeah! Both of these kids want to grow up to be just like me! Bob: Uh, I don't think so, Jerry. When he comes to the steel steps he walks up them and enters the ring, raising his arms into the air while having his head down as the fire shoots out of every pyro slot there is, then as the fire dies and "Forget To Remember" by Mudvayne fades. The two men lock up, neither man getting much of an advantage for several seconds. Slowly Morgan pushed Kelleher back, until Kelleher hooked one of Morgan's legs with a foot and sent him crashing down. Bob: Quick basic takedown by Kelleher. Kelleher took advantage, hammering right fists into Morgan's skull as Morgan tried to defend himself, without much luck. Bob: Kelleher definitely has the advantage at this point. What do you think of these guys so far, Jerry? Jerry: I'm not saying anything until one of them does something either really stupid, or really cool. Kelleher stood, and delivered a pair of vicious kicks to the side of Morgan's skull before hauling him up and putting him back down with a snap Suplex. Kelleher's attack continued with an attempted Boston Crab, but Morgan kicked him away. As Morgan rose Kelleher tried for a Yakuza Kick but Morgan ducked it, grabbing his leg as he passed and dropping him, face first, into the canvas. Bob: Oh! Does that qualify, Jerry? Major offense by Morgan. Jerry: Neh, it was a nice little reversal. Bob: Oh right. I forgot. You're impossible to impress. Jerry: It's not impossible, Bob. It's just very very difficult. Morgan followed up, grabbing Kelleher's arm in a vicious arm bar and wrenching hard, hooking the head and yanking back for that as well. Kelleher quickly managed to get to the rope, but Morgan simply grabbed him, dragged him back to the middle of the ring, and locked in a Butterfly Shoulder Lock instead! Bob: And now Morgan with a vicious submission hold. This one's definitely turned around quick. Jerry: Ok, I think I know which one I like. Bob: Oh? And which is that? Jerry: Neither of them! Kelleher writhed In the hold, but wasn't able to find a way out, at least not quickly. He tried to drag himself to the ropes again, but the lock didn't allow him to get a good leverage. His only option was to break it. The ref asked if he quit, but he shook his head, his face a mask of pain. Slowly he began to draw his arms together, trying to snap the hold, as Morgan fought to keep it in place. But it wasn't an easy hold to maintain and finally Kelleher managed to get his arm free. Bob: And at the last second, Kelleher escapes the hold. Jerry: That doesn't make me like him any more. Morgan backed off a moment, allowing Kelleher to his feet, then he Irish Whipped him into the corner. A moment later, Morgan locked him in the Tarantula as the referee began to count! At four, Morgan released Kelleher back into the ring and climbed up top…before coming off the top with a Moonsault! He hooked the leg, pressed down on the shoulder at the referee counted. Bob: A moonsault after that, uh, tarantula, and now the cover by Morgan! 1…2…3! The bell rings and Morgan leaps up, beginning his celebrations by throwing his arms up. Bob: And there it is. This debut match has been decided. Jac Morgan is the victor. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Jac Morgan! Jerry: What's wrong, Bob? Do you, by chance, have a problem with the way Jack Morgan used the Tarantula? Bob: Well sort of. I mean it is an illegal move. The fact that it may have been the deciding factor does get to me a little. Kelleher stands and looks around for Morgan, but he is already out of the ring and fast disappearing up the ramp. After a shrug, Kelleher soon follows. Jerry: Hey Bob. Do you know what match is next? Bob: I most certainly do, Jerry. Another of tonight's big matches. We're just seconds away from the triple threat for the Women's championship. Jerry: That's right! Our champion Rachel gets to slaughter Amethyst again. Not only that, she gets to slaughter Cammy as well! I can't wait! The lights dim to a purple, as Luxurious plays over the p.a. system. A big cloud of smoke covers the entrance ramp, as Cammy walks out through the smoke. Bob: Well it doesn't look like you'll have to wait long. Here comes Cammy! Jerry: No no no, I meant I can't wait to see Rachel! Bob: Oh. I see. Tim Marshal: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SWA Women's Championship! Introducing first, one of the challengers, she's from Alberta, Canada, Cammy! Bob: Sadly this woman has a victory over our women's champion, but plenty of people, including myself, would argue that it was only because of Amethyst, who was playing the role of special referee that night. Jerry: Yeah! Amethyst is mean! I hope she gets exactly what she deserves. She heads down to the ring and slides easily underneath the bottom rope. As she stood there ‘B-Movie Scream Queen' hit…but Amethyst Skye. Cammy looks around, trying to spot her opponent, but as she turns to look Amethyst comes up behind her with Front Dropkick to the back of her skull! Bob: Woe! There's Amethyst! She came out of nowhere! Jerry: She's still mean! Bob: Well you've gotta remember she took a victory over Rachel last week. Jerry: Well where's Rachel? She needs to get out here. Amethyst launches a savage assault on her, looking for a quick win…and then ‘My Goodies' hits and Rachel Kay heads for the ring! Bob: Looks like she's right there. Jerry: Yes! Our Women's Champion is on the way! Amethyst stands to look at Rachel as she enters the ring and Rachel stares right back, as she pulls Cammy to her feet…and drops her again by kicking her knee out and hitting the Rock-A-Bye-Baby! Bob: Oh my god! Rachel has already hit her finishing move on Cammy! Jerry: I don't believe my eyes! Rachel and Amethyst are working together! Amethyst quickly joins in and both women start to destroy Cammy, first with a double Flapjack and then with a Spinebuster/Neckbreaker! Finally, Amethyst hauls Cammy up onto her shoulder, and then Rachel runs in…and as Amethyst delivers a Powerbomb, Rachel hits a Neckbreaker again! Bob: Oh no! Cammy is being pulverized by these two! I can't believe they're working together either, but when they do it seems they're unstoppable. How long will it last? Cammy lays, half broken and unconscious in one corner, as the remaining two women face off. Amethyst charges first, looking for a Bicycle Kick to put the champion down, but Rachel ducks to the side and hits yet another Neckbreaker, this time a Hangman's on the running Amethyst. Rachel follows up with a quick DDT and then hauls her up once more, this time locking in a Standing Crossface! Jerry: Apparently not very long. Look! Rachel's got her in a crossface! Bob: Indeed she does. Jerry, I'd say the real battle for this title has begun. Jerry: I'd say Cammy just isn't ready for competition like the all-powerful Rachel. Bob: Perhaps, but these two were working together against Cammy. She may yet surprise us. Amethyst drops, breaking the hold before it could do too much damage, then punches Rachel in the gut, doubling her up. Amethyst then stands with her over one shoulder and drops her with an Emerald Frozion, driving her skull hard into the canvas. With a quick hop she jumps to the second rope and comes back in with a nasty looking Spinning Legdrop right across the throat of Rachel. Then Amethyst goes up top once more…and dives off, delivering the Skye's Reign to Cammy! She quickly hooks the leg…one…two…no! Bob: No! Amethyst tried to take advantage by pinning Cammy, but Rachel isn't quite out yet, and was able to break up the count. Jerry: You see? Rachel simply cannot be stopped! At the last moment possible Rachel yanks her off, grabbing her by the hair and pulling hard. Rachel locks in a Tazzmission, choking off Amethyst's supply of air, but before she could drag her to the floor Amethyst grabs the ropes. The referee counts to four before Rachel broke the hold, wanting the victory as well as the title. Amethyst stands, holding the ropes and sucking down air as she tries to catch her breath. Jerry: Check that out! Look at Amethyst! She can barely hold air in her lungs after that lovely submission hold. Bob: Quite right, Jerry. Rachel seems to be dominating thus far. Rachel comes up behind her, dragging her legs out from under her and then locks her up, as though going for an Inverted Boston Crab. Instead, however, she delivers a nasty Oceon Cyclone Suplex…right over the top rope and out of the ring, Amethyst's heading hits the thin padding outside with a sickening thud. Bob: Oh my! Amethyst's out of the ring, and I don't think she'll be getting up any time soon. Jerry: Yes! Rachel, take advantage! Pin Cammy! With Amethyst out of the ring, that leaves only the badly hurt Cammy. She is staggering to her feet, slowly, as Rachel approaches her…and tries for a kick. It was blocked by the champion, who naturally, uses it to plant Cammy once more with the Rock-A-Bye-Baby! She quickly covers and hooks both legs… Bob: And Rachel again with that deadly finishing move! She's got her! 1…2…3! Jerry: Yes! Yes! That was amazing! It was awesome! It was, like, totally cool! Bob: She got her! Cammy was just too badly hurt to continue, and there was absolutely nothing Amethyst could do about it. What a victory that was. The fans cheer wildly as Rachel stands up. The referee retrieves the belt and presents it to Rachel, who smiles and puts it back over her shoulder. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and still the SWA Women's champion, Rachel! Bob: That was unbelievable. Rachel literally dominated that triple threat. Jerry: She did! She's finally starting to take my advice to heart. Rachel walks around the ring, the smile constantly widening as she absorbs the cheers from the fans. She throws her arms in the air, points at the crowd, and then blows them all a kiss. This only makes them cheer louder. Finally, she exits the ring and her eyes flick to Amethyst who is just beginning to rise. Rachel makes a quick exit, not wishing to let Amethyst see her with the belt and spark her temper again. Cammy, however, still has not moved. Bob: I doubt that's what it was, Jerry. I think that tonight, Rachel was more focused than she's ever been. That loss to Amethyst only strengthened her resolve to keep the title, and that's why she was able to dominate. Jerry: Say what you will, Bob. You'll see. When she starts asking me to do promos with her and things, you'll see. Cammy's eyes flick open, and she looks straight up in surprise. Realizing what has happened, her face falls and she rolls out of the ring. Once on the floor, she stands laboriously, and exits, Amethyst not too far behind. Bob: Sure, Jerry. Well anyway, we're just about to get our next match underway, and this one should be good. Jerry: You mean average. Bob: Hardly. Leech is about to take on Jakester. Jerry: Right. Average. "Raining Blood" by Slayer blasts throughout the arena, and Leech steps out onto the stage, beginning to make his way toward the ring. Fans boo loudly as he appears, and shout obscenities as he begins his walk. He crosses his arms and poses on the stage. He gives the fans a look of total disrespect as he makes his way to the ring. Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 245 pounds, Leech! Bob: And there's leech coming to the ring, a guy that's already impressed us with a very creative no-DQ victory against Angelus. Jerry: Impressed you, perhaps. Me, now I don't fold so easily. Bob: Far from new information, Jerry. At any rate, he looks set to go here. Leech slides into the ring slyly and stands up on his two feet. He takes off his black trench coat, pulls back his long hair, and begins to warm up for the match inside the ring. His music goes on as he stretches, but fades out as he moves into his corner. The arena goes dark, and "One" by Metallica begins to play. After a few seconds, a spotlight flashes on and begins spinning around the stage. Finally it stops at a point about halfway down the ramp, and suddenly Jakester is there. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Brainerd, Minnesota, weighing in at 175 pounds, Jakester! Bob: Here comes Jakester, determined to knock Leech off his high horse. Jerry: And what's that supposed to mean, Bob? Bob: Well I'm just saying that Leech can be a bit arrogant sometimes and... Jerry: Arrogant? Oh man, I hope he heard you say that. You'll be swallowing your teeth if you keep it up, I'm sure. Jakester power walks to the ring and crawls in under the ropes. He begins his walk to each side of the ring, stopping to point at the crowd as he reaches each side. Finally, Jakester walks to the center of the ring and points at the camera. He then backs toward his corner as his music fades out. Jerry: Hmm. Guess Leech didn't hear your little comment. He's still in the ring. Bob: I see nothing wrong with stating my opinion. Jerry: Well I see plenty of things wrong with you stating your opinion. It's always wrong. Bob: That's your opinion. The bell rings, and the two remain in their corners, not content to end the staring contest quite yet. Jakester is the first to move, shooting out of his corner and kicking out both of Leech's legs. Leech is lifted into the air by the move, and finally lands on his stomach. Bob: Wow! Creative takedown by Jakester! Jerry: And more proof that you're senile. That wasn't creative, Bob. He kicked his legs. That's it. Bob: Well yeah, but you've gotta know what you're doing to... Jerry: In order to kick someone? Now I know why I beat you so easily. Leech rolls away from Jakester, who catches himself in mid-kneedrop. Leech hops to his feet and Jakester charges at him. Leech raises his foot and catches Jakester square in the chest, sending him staggering backwards. Leech hauls his hand back and uppercuts Jakester viciously in the jaw, causing his head to snap back and sending him stumbling in the corner. Bob: And there's an example of the roughneck tactics commonly used by Leech. Jerry: You mean smart tactics. Didn't they teach you that it's good to take advantage of your opponents? Bob: I just think there are better ways to do that then hitting them in the jaw when they don't have much of a chance at defending themselves. Jerry: Bob, you're such a crybaby. Leech moves towards Jakester and raises both fists to strike, but Jakester moves fast. Quickly he shoves Leech's gut, sending him back a few paces, then lifts his foot into the air and connects with a big boot to the face. Leech falls down, and Jakester drops into a quick cover. Bob: The big boot! Great move by Jakester! And now the cover! 1... 2... Leech rolls his shoulder up, and Jakester falls off of him onto his side. Bob: And the kickout by Leech. Jerry: Now let me guess. Even though you have a problem with fists to the face, you're perfectly OK with the Big Boot. Bob: Well, uh, yeah actually. It's a perfectly legal move, used when a superstar feels they have an opportunity to score with it. Jerry: And an uppercut isn't? Bob: Well... it's different. Jerry: Oh just shut up and admit I've won. Both Jakester and Leech stand at about the same moment. Jakester runs at the ropes, bounces off of them, and comes back with his hands out, attempting to catch Leech in a powerslam. Unfortunately, he is not fast enough. Leech raises both arms, one higher than the other, and catches Jakester. With one arm he takes hold of Jakester's left arm, and with the other he nails Jakester with a savage clothesline that sends him to the canvas. Bob: Bam! What a clothesline by Leech! This cannot be good for Jakester. Jerry: I'll say it's not. Look at what Leech is doing? Bob: OH no. This definitely spells trouble for Jakester. Leech moves to one of the turnbuckles and, calmly and casually, removes the pad. He then walks back over to Jakester and hoists him up by the armpits. Jerry: Yeah! This is gonna be great! Send that crazy-named fool into the post, Leech. Bob: When are you just going to admit that Jakester is a great superstar? Leech steps back, allowing Jakester to stagger for a second. This turns out to be a mistake. Leech lunges forward to shove Jakester. However, Jakester steps aside, allowing Leech to run past him. Jakester steps back left, behind Leech, and shoves him instead, catapulting into the exposed turnbuckle head first! Jerry: Uh, maybe about now? Bob: That's probably a good idea. Quick thinking by Jakester causes Leech's move to backfire! Jerry: And it sent him into the turnbuckle! Are you ok with that, Bob? Bob: I've gotta be. It wasn't Jakester who exposed it. He just happened to be the one that ended up using it! Jakester lifts Leech by the legs, and proceeds to slam his face into the top of the post. Jakester then drops him, letting him fall limply to the ground. Bob: Oh no! He may have him here! This could be it! Jerry: Hmm. Ya know, this is just the kind of violence I like. Every match this Jakester guy almost impresses me. Almost. Bob: Wait! Jakester's going for the cover! 1... 2... Leech once more gets the shoulder up. Bob: Again with the kickout! That was so close, Jerry. Jerry: Which probably means it was a slow count. Bob: Have you officially switched sides? Jerry: For this match... perhaps. Leach rolls to his stomach and stands quickly, actually reaching his feet before a surprised Jakester. The two stare at each other again, and it isn't long before they both charge. Bob: Leech catches Jakester, going for a scoop slam, no! The Blood Drain! Jerry: How'd he do that? Bob: And now the cover! 1... 2... 3! Bob: There it is! Leech has won this match! Jerry: Ya know, I knew he would all along. Bob: What? I thought you were on Jakester's side. Jerry: I was, uh, kidding. Yeah. I knew Leech would win the whole time. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Leech! The referee raises Leech's hand, and the fans boo. Leech is kind enough to flip them the double bird before quickly exiting the ring. Jerry: Ha! How could I have ever turned away from Leech? He knows exactly how to treat the fans. Kind of like a younger, less experienced, less charismatic, less skilled Ventor! Bob: Right. Sure, Jerry. Jakester stands angrily and exits the ring. The fans cheer him for a moment as he leaves. Some of them even stand up. Jakester takes no notice. He storms up the ramp and into the back. Bob: Well folks in just a few seconds, we're gonna have us a Last Man Standing match, and it's gonna be for the hardcore championship. Jerry: So you mean we have to sit through another Atwood match? Bob: Well you shouldn't complain too much. He's taking on Kristian Sailes. Jerry: Oh. Well that'll be a fun slaughter to see I guess. Tier, by Rammstein begins to play as the lights go out. Fog begins to fill the stage and entrance ramp. A spotlight shines on the stage, illuminating Sean Atwood and Phoenix, who begin walking hand in hand down the ramp. Tim Marshal: The following contest is a Last Man Standing match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SWA Hardcore Championship. Introducing first, being accompanied by Phoenix, from Puzzletown, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 197 pounds, he is the SWA Hardcore Champion, the Enigma, Sean Atwood! Jerry: And here comes the guy who's going to get slaughtered! Bob: Well it is true that Sailes did get the victory over Sean Atwood last week. It's actually the very reason this match is taking place. However, this is a different type of match. Anything goes as long as you can keep your opponent down for a ten count. Jerry: Yeah, I know. But Bob, look who's not out here? Bob: I noticed. Once again B Cool has not accompanied Sean Atwood to the ring. We heard him say earlier this week that he was unsure about the status of their partnership, and that very well may be the reason. Atwood finally makes it to the ring, and Phoenix gives him a big kiss, which is mostly tongue, before he climbs in. He then climbs to the top rope and throws his head back, basking in the cheers from the fans. Jerry: There's that kiss again. I think that's why Atwood lost last week. He's gotta stop concentrating on what comes after the match. Bob: Right you are, Jerry. He's gotta stay focused. That title is on the line, and that's what he should be thinking about. Atwood steps into his corner and gazes at the hardcore title in the hands of the time keeper. Finally, he looks out at the entrance way. The arena goes black, and a whispering voice is heard over the loud speaker. "You're In My World Now!" Seconds pass by, and the crowd sits there in wonder. Suddenly, Red pyros go off, and the fans begin to cheer. The music comes on over the loud speaker...
If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive? A shadow runs out from backstage. The spotlight shines on the shadow, and the crowd can tell that it's Sailes. Tim Marshal: And the challenger, from Tempe, Arizona, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is the Freakin Monster, Kristian Sailles!!! Jerry: And that freakin monster's set to tear Atwood limb from limb. Bob: Well if he shows the same ability as he did last week, he just might do it. He jumps up and down, and back and forth. He does this a few times, and then stopping, takes both of his hands and raises them up to his face. He spreads them out slowly he gives the fans the rock signal sign. Then, with a swift movement, brings his hands down and walks forward to the start of the barricades. Bob: Just look at this guy. He's ready to win the Hardcore title. Jerry: Yeah. It's almost too easy. All he has to do is keep Atwood down for a ten count. If Atwood keeps thinking about Phoenix, that shouldn't be too hard. He shakes a few of the fans hands before coming to a pause at the middle of the ramp. He waits, as he nods his head...
I'm beaten down again, I belong to them He then speeds quickly into the ring, making a smooth, stylish slide. He enters the ring, and hops over to the nearest turnbuckle as he hops onto the second rope, he rolls his hands in various motions. He gets off and walks to the far opposite side, as he jumps on the turnbuckle. He sits on the top of it for a moment, before getting down and staring at Atwood. Bob: Look at this. These two are staring each other down. This is sure to be a brutal contest. Just look at the anger in their eyes. Jerry: I don't think that's anger in Atwood's eyes. See how he looks toward Phoenix every now and then? Bob: Actually, uh, I didn't see that. Jerry: Too fast for you, I suppose. The bell rings. Atwood immediately drops into a crouch-like stance. Sailes just looks at him, a smile spreading over his face. Bob: I don't think Sailes is going to go for this. Not this time. Jerry: Well why is Atwood even trying? This is pretty much the same thing he did last week. Bob: He's gotta do something to get the bigger man off his feet. I guess this is just what came to mind first. Finally, Atwood sighs and straightens, beginning to walk towards Sailes, who keeps the evil grin on his face. Sailes waits for the proper moment, then goes for a clothesline once Atwood is close enough. Atwood ducks it, steps back, leaps up, and nails Sailes with a kick to the face. The jarring impact sent Sailes, who was still in his corner, over the ropes and down to the floor. Bob: Wow! What an incredible kick by Sean Atwood. Jerry: Ah, you may think so, but in a match like this one, it's sometimes good to be outside the ring. Bob: Hmm. I guess you're right. Phoenix and the fans cheer as Atwood follows Sailes, who is already beginning to stand. Atwood moves in quickly, but Sailes catches hold of him and launches him at the ring post. Atwood's head strikes it with a clang, but he does not fall. He grips the post with his arms, and grits his teeth against the pain. Bob: Oh! Atwood's ears have to be ringing after that one. Jerry: yeah. I'm sure he lost a few more brain cells when he hit that post. Not that he had much to lose... Sailes then walks over and easily picks up the steel steps. Bob: Oh no. If he hits Atwood with this, this thing is all over. Jerry: I've gotta admit I'm surprised Atwood was standing after the first shot. Phoenix puts her hands to her face and cries out when she sees Sailes stalking toward Atwood. Atwood turns in time, sees the enormous weapon that Sailes is carrying, and gasps. Sailes takes his swing... But Atwood leaps up yet again, using the other foot to kick the steps back into the face of Sailes. They connect solidly and Sailes goes down. Bob: Wow! What a great counter! Atwood knows how to use those feet. Jerry: Well I wouldn't say he had much of a choice. It really wouldn't have worked very well if he had chosen to punch the stairs instead. Bob: Well regardless, Sailes is down! The referee starts the count! 1... 2... 3... 4... Atwood stands next to Sailes and the steel steps, which have dropped from his hand and now lay beside him. 5... 6... 7... Sailes begins to move. Hearing the referee's count he pulls himself up quickly, and is on his feet by the time the referee speaks the word eight. Bob: Wow. That was a close one. Atwood almost had the win. Jerry: And he almost retained the hardcore championship. That would've been tragic. Atwood goes for the steps, but Sailes is quick to kick them out of Atwood's reach. Atwood pauses for just a moment, then heads for the ring. Bob: I completely understand what Atwood's doing here. For a wrestler like him, the ring is the safest place to be. Jerry: Yeah, but the idiot's not watching Sailes closely enough. Atwood sees Sailes walk toward the other side of the ring. What he doesn't see is Sailes quickly stooping down, reaching under the ring, and removing a wooden bat. As Atwood passes the turnbuckle in his corner, and Phoenix pulls him into another kiss, whispering something in his ear. Meanwhile, Sailes climbs in the ring and leans against the ropes, holding the bat steady in one hand. Bob: I don't think this is the right time for Phoenix to be doing this... Jerry: I know it's not. Not for Atwood anyway. This has gotta be totally distracting. Bob: Yeah, and Atwood hasn't even seen Sailes with that bat yet. I think he's in trouble here. Phoenix finally lets Atwood go, and he seems to shake himself off before climbing in the ring. His eyes are still fixed on Phoenix's smiling face, and he doesn't see Sailes charging his way as soon as he's in. Bob: Oh no. Atwood, look out! CRACK! The bat collides with the side of Atwood's head, and he falls sideways, sliding down the ropes as he does. Bob: My god! Did you hear that sickening crack? It might be all over right here. Jerry: Was that his skull? Bob: No, uh, I think it was the bat! Yes, look. Sailes is holding that bat in two pieces now. Jerry: I don't believe it! He actually broke that bat over Atwood's head! There's no way he can get up from this. The ref begins his count. Phoenix looks at Sailes for a moment, and at the two pieces of wood in his hand. Her smile is gone. 1... 2... 3... 4... Atwood still hasn't moved. 5... 6... 7... 8... Finally Atwood stirs and begins to pull himself up. 9... Atwood reaches his feet just in time. The crowd cheers as he stands. Jerry: No way. Bob: I almost don't believe it. Not many people could've gotten up from that shot. Jerry: I'm guessing he wants to keep his title. Bob: I'm guessing you're right. Atwood immediately turns to Phoenix and begins to yell. It is picked up by the camera mics and can be heard quite clearly. Atwood: Why didn't you tell me? Phoenix's reply cannot be heard so clearly, but Atwood seems to understand. Atwood: What do you mean you didn't see him? Jerry: Uh-oh. Looks like we've got some dissention in the ranks here. Bob: I think you're right again. Jerry: I doubt Atwood will be getting any tonight. Bob: Oh come on. Jerry: Seriously! Atwood turns away just in time and catches Sailes coming off the ropes. In his apparent anger, he hauls Sailes up by the legs and runs backward, resulting in a stunning takedown that puts Sailes on his back. Meanwhile, Phoenix climbs down from the apron, and goes to one side of the ring that neither Sailes or Atwood can see at the moment. Bob: Great takedown by Atwood, but where's she going? Jerry: Probably away. You know, to go sulk about how she messed up. Bob: Jerry, Phoenix may not have been here for long, but I promise you she doesn't sulk. Atwood finds one of the broken pieces of the bat. he picks it up as if to use it, examines it for a moment, then drops it, deciding that a few angry stomps will work instead. Phoenix emerges from under the ring, and she's holding a chair. Bob: She's got a chair! What's she gonna use that for? Jerry: Awwww. I get it now. She wants to make it up to Atwood. How sweet. Atwood begins hauling Sailes up by the arms and Phoenix steps into the ring. Atwood pulls Sailes into a standing position, and as Sailes begins to recover and Atwood continues to hold onto his arms, Phoenix takes her swing. The chair connects solidly... with Atwood's head! Bob: No! No! No! Phoenix just accidentally clobbered Atwood with that steel chair! She may have just inadvertently cost him this match! Phoenix looks down at Atwood, then up at Sailes. He looks at her, a bit confused. Suddenly... she smiles and walks to the referee, standing beside him and, unbelievably, counting along with him. 1... Jerry: Uh, Bob? I, uh, I don't think that was an accident. Bob: You've gotta be kidding me. Phoenix hit Atwood on purpose? Why? 2... 3... 4... Jerry: I don't know, but I'll bet you Atwood getting hit with that bat wasn't an accident either. 5... 6... 7... 8... Bob: I can't believe this. Don't tell me... 9... 10! Bob: I don't believe it. Sailes has just won the hardcore title, and it's all because of a sudden betrayal by his ex-girlfriend Phoenix. Jerry: You really think they'll break up? You think I've got a chance? Bob: Not in this lifetime. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the new SWA Hardcore Champion, Kristian Sailes! Bob: Well it doesn't get any more official than that. Sailes gets the title, and Phoenix is smiling about it. Jerry: I might just ask her out. I think I like her a lot more now than I did. Sailes looks at Phoenix, shrugs, takes his title, and steps out of the ring. He looks at the crowd, who are booing madly, and walks quickly up the ramp. Phoenix moves to take Tim Marshal's microphone just as Atwood finally begins to stir. Bob: Oh great. Why can't she just leave? Jerry: Cause that would be too boring. Now listen. Phoenix: Look at you Atwood..You're pathetic. Did you honestly think that I'd be a goody two shoes because of you? Give me a break.. You've lost your focus big time and I don't hang out with losers. Sorry baby you had me and didn't know how to handle me so you got BURNED! She giggles as she knows full and well she used The Burn's catch phrase. Turning, she departs the ring by stepping between the first and second ropes and ducking under. As she heads up the ramp, she turns to get one last look of the carnage she inflicted before heading through the curtains. Bob: Well ya don't need any more proof than that. Jerry: You sure don't. I really have to see about that date. Bob: Don't bother, Jerry. I personally just want to forget about this match. Let's move on. Ladies and gentlemen, up next we've got a submission match. Jerry: Yeah! A match between an old guy and the Anti-swa representative. Bob: Well that's certainly one way to put it. Tim Marshal: The following bout is scheduled as a Submission match. Introducing first to the ring, hailing from Chicago, Illinois. He is Rage! Kickstart my Heart by Motley Crue starts up on the PA system and after playing for over 15 seconds Rage finally walks through the curtain with his hands on his hips. He ignores the fans on his stroll toward the ring, and just rolls in. He points to his Anti-SWA logo on his shirt and just waves away any reaction from the fans. Bob: And there's Rage, the man that apparently cares nothing for the SWA or any of its superstars. Jerry: Yeah. Let me ask you this. If he doesn't care, why's he here? I mean, what's he trying to prove? He could just leave. Bob: I hate to admit it, but that's a good point. Tim Marshal: His opponent hailing from Louisville, Kentucky, is SWA Commissioner Bernard! The Wednesday Wristlock tune starts up and Bernard makes no fancy entrance through the curtain, followed by his bodyguard Broken. Bernard salutes a few fans with his trademark index finger off his brow motion. Walking up the steel steps Bernard moves directly to his corner where he checks his wrist taping and his knee pads, simply smirking across the ring at Rage. Jerry: Ya know something, Bob? I never thought I'd see this guy wrestle. Bob: And he's not wrestling in just any match either. This is a submission match. The only way to win is to make your opponent tap out. Jerry: Isn't that sort of thing a bit dangerous for guys his age? Bob: Well, all I can say is that Bernard went into this match by choice. The consequences are on his head. The bell rings and the submission match starts up with Bernard pacing the ring, and Rage simply closing the distance in a hurry. Bernard's forced into collar and elbow tie up, a maneuver is attempted by Rage but Bernard keeps his footing and stalls. Rage looks for the shoot, and finds himself tied up in a hammerlock. Bernard keeps his head in close to avoid the elbows tossed back by Rage, which Rage uses the momentum to slide through the hammerlock. Halting midway through the move he catches Bernard's knee and flings him back with a Saito suplex. Jerry: Look at this. Rage is already manhandling him. And I'm not proud of that. Bob: Well Rage does have early control here, but Bernard also seems to know what he's doing. Perhaps he just needs the right moment. Rage is quick to show off his technical prowess by dropping on the back of Bernard and passing his guard to snatch in a side headlock. Bernard fights up to his feet, only to get taken down hard by Rage's headlock toss. Bernard uses his hands to manipulate the grip about his chin, and finally he rolls out of the lock and catches Rage's arm in wristlock, oddly enough, keeping the pressure on the joint Bernard leads Rage up to his knees, where Bernard closes the arm length distance and delivers a vicious chop across the chest of the kneeling Rage. Bob: And that might've been it. What a chop, and Bernard's still got that wristlock applied. Jerry: Go Bernard! Wow. Never thought I'd say that either. Bernard then snap mares Rage over and drops a knee into the spine of Rage, leaning forward he then snags Rage in a rear chin lock. Bernard then demands the official checks for Rage's submission! The ref checks for the choke, and then asks Rage if he submits, but Rage's head is tilted back violently and his hands are struggling at the entwined fingers pulling against his head. Bob: Bernard's got that hold locked in tight. Rage has gottta be in some serious pain. Jerry: I hope so. Rage deserves all the pain he can take, and some more on top. Even if it is dished out by Bernard. Rage keeps declining to submit and finally he tosses his arms out and starts to rock left and right, he arches himself up off the mat until he can reach up and grab Bernard's head. With a flip Rage escapes Bernard's lock and finds himself in position to lock Bernard in a dragon sleeper! Rage lashes Bernard's neck back and wraps his legs around Bernard's midsection! The dragon sleeper is applied and the official checks for Bernard's submission! Bob: Oh no! The reversal, and now Bernard's in trouble. Just look how quickly the tide of this match turned. Jerry: Bernard better get out of this. I will not be disappointed. You just don't do that to Jerry. Bob: Talk like that'll just get you fired, buddy. Jerry: Er, what I meant was, uh, come on, Bernard! Reverse that thing! Bernard struggles with the lock, but doesn't submit. He uses his ring presence to roll he and Rage toward the ropes. Unable to grasp the ropes, Bernard just spills himself and Rage to the floor! The referee just shakes his head, knowing he can't initiate a count out in a submission match. Bob: I don't believe it. Both men are on the outside, and Rage still has that sleeper locked in. Jerry: So the roll didn't work. Any other plans, Bernard? Rage lets go of the hold and checks where they're at on the floor, seeing Broken approach Rage stands up and puts up his fists. Broken just holds up his hands and moves slowly to Bernard and helps the older man up to his feet. Bernard shouts at Broken and stands himself upright, pointing a finger at Rage and shouting a few obscene phrases at his opponent before crawling back into the ring. Bob: Wow. Now there's a surprise. Looks like these two are ready to take this back into the ring in a civilized manner. Jerry: That's gotta be the first time I've seen that happen. I'm used to somebody getting tossed back in rather unceremoniously. Rage steps back through the ropes as well and reacts to the approaching Bernard by locking up, this time Bernard steps around Rage quickly and launches the man over his head with a german suplex. Bernard hops up and drops an elbow, followed by another elbow drop, and he ends with another elbow drop to the lower back of Rage ending the trifecta. Bernard then gestures to the crowd, who give him a mixed reaction. Bob: Uh-oh. Looks like Bernard's got something on his mind. Jerry: I hope it's painful! He reaches for Rage's hair but he gets a forearm to the midsection. Rage then tosses Bernard to the ropes, Rage leans back on the ropes nearest to him and when Bernard ricochets back Rage launches a springboard headscissor takedown which plasters Bernard to the mat, Rage leaps up and hits a senton firmly across Bernard's truck. From the mat, Rage rolls and manages to surfboard Bernard across his knee. Bob: Oh no! Bernard's caught in yet another submission. Jerry: Ok, now remember, Bernard, you're older, you're wiser, and you've just gotta beat this loser! The submission locked in the referee gets in position but Bernard's not submitting, just clawing at the mat and reaching about with is free leg. Many moments pass and Rage rolls Bernard onto his stomach, and then he changes the surfboard up from the traditional way to a Kabel Naria surfboard facelock combination. Bernard is twisted back in a very uncomfortable looking position flailing his arms about, but still not giving up despite the repeated concern from the referee. Bob: Unbelievable. I don't see how the pain isn't too much for Bernard. I've never seen a hold like this in all my career, and still Bernard does not tap out. Jerry: That's because he knows he's gotta win! Come on! Escape already! Finally Bernard manages to rip at Rage's fingers enough for him to release the lock, and planting Bernard forward on his face. Once again he powders out of the ring holding to his back and his neck, speaking quietly with Broken once his bodyguard joins him. Bob: Bernard looks hurt. What do you think he's telling Broken? Jerry: I'm guessing it has something to do with the after party. You know, something Bernard just remembered while he was in that hold. Bob: Oh come on. I doubt Bernard could even think when he was in that hold. You saw the pain he was in. Jerry: All a clever ruse, my friend. Rage waits in the ring and finally Bernard joins him, Bernard ties himself up into the ropes when Rage approaches causing the referee to shove the competitor back. Bernard quickly rushes toward Rage, sandwiching the official between them. The referee struggles between the men and when he ducks out of position Bernard takes advantage of his back being turned, he chops Rage in the throat and then whips him down to the mat by using the man's ears. It's not long until Bernard changes an attempted top wristlock into the Burn-Out! Bob: Yes! This could be it! Bernard's got the Burnout locked in! Jerry: Good! Now all Rage needs to do is tap! Rage seems to know the maneuver and rolls his hips and his body around, escaping the pressure attempted to be cinched in by Bernard. Bernard's slow to stand, but he looks furious. He catches Rage from behind, but Rage rolls him on over and through tossing Bernard into the turnbuckle shoulder first with the momentum. Rage looks to the crowd and points to his shirt, then to Bernard, rolling his fingers over his head calling for his submission move. Bob: I can hardly believe he escaped that quickly, but nevertheless he did and now he's getting ready to finish things. Jerry: No! It's not over yet! Bernard will counter. When Rage turns around to approach Bernard he finds himself staring at Bernard's bodyguard Broken. The referee and Rage both protest, but Broken points to chain wrapped around his fist and smiles, he then helps Bernard up to his feet. Bernard shoves his way past Broken and yells at the official saying Rage was cheating as well. Suddenly, Bernard's whipped around and Broken DDT'S him viciously into the mat! The referee is shocked, but Broken stands peeling off his black shirt showing off his Anti-SWA shirt. He doesn't make any fuss and simply leaves the ring. Walking back to the back. Bob: What? Oh my god! Broken was working with Rage the whole time! How could this happen? Jerry: I don't know! I don't believe it! This is, like, the total opposite of cool! Broken, what are you thinking? Bob: I have no idea! Listen to this crowd. They're as shocked as we are. Bernard rolls about holding to his head, Rage stalks the ring while Bernard works his way up. Once standing on groggy legs Rage wraps Bernard up in a modified Cobra Clutch. The referee checks the hold and Bernard just roars from the lock no. Rage lifts up and starts to shake Bernard and finally we see Bernard's free hand waving. He submits to the cobra clutch. Bob: And there's the victory by Rage. Jerry: I'm not surprised he tapped out. He's in shock! Bob: As are we all. What kind of gratitude is this? Bernard's the one who brought Broken into the SWA in the first place, and this is how he repays him? Jerry: Apparently so. Rage stands and smiles. Broken joins him in the ring as the referee raises his hand. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Rage! Bob: I still can't get over what we just saw. Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like Rage has his first follower, and he couldn't have found a better one. Broken has joined the Anti-SWA coalition. Jerry: I hope Bernard just fires both of them. He could do that, you know. Broken and Rage stride out of the ring, heads held high. The crowd boos them as they walk up the ramp. Bernard stands in time to see them go. He watches Broken leave with Rage, a look of perplexed disbelief on his face. Finally, slowly, Bernard begins to leave. He steps out of the ring, then waits until Broken and Rage have traveled a considerable distance before walking up the ramp himself. Bob: Well, Jerry, we may not like it, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. Jerry: What? I have never heard you use that phrase since we've worked together. Bob: Maybe because I haven't. Our SWA camera begins to go around the arena and look at some of the signs, as our next match goes underway. One funny sign gets a quick close-up..."How is that popcorn selling, Ventor?" The crowd keeps on giving louder and louder pops, awaiting the next match approaching. After a few good minutes of waiting, two backstage officials come out not by themselves, but with a huge dumpster. They roll it out all the way to the center of the stage. The camera gets a good view of the outside, as well as the inside of the dumpster full of tacks. They make sure the dumpster is secure, and finally go back into the backstage area. Bob: And there's the lethal weapon right there. The dumpster full of thumbtacks. Just seeing that lets all of us know that this match is not going to be for the faint of heart. Jerry: Yep. Finally Kristen gets to be taught a lesson. You don't mess with Aquiro! Finally, "Atomic Punk by Van Halen" is blasted out through the speakers as Atomic Punk herself makes her way to the ring. Red and white pyros blast out of the stage. She stops and gets some good amount of cheers from the fans. She gets on the stage and stops when she sees the dumpster. A sadistic smile grows upon her face. She then makes her way down the ramp. Tim Marshal: The following match, is the first ever in SWA History, a Dumpster Full-of-Tacks Match!! Approaching the ring first, from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 126 pounds, Atomic Punk!!!!! Bob: There she is. Look at that smile, Jerry. That dumpster doesn't intimidate her one bit. She's on her home turf here. Jerry: I think she's just smiling to make herself feel better. She doesn't stand a chance. Atomic Punk, complete with black pants and red tank top, jumps onto the apron and over the top rope. She raises her hands high in the air in the center of the ring. Again, getting a decent amount of cheers. She awaits her opponent as her music cuts off. Now, "A Pain that I'm Used To" by Depeche Mode is played. Soon enough, Aquiro himself arises onto the stage. Red flashing lights begin flickering as the Blood Angel walks onto the stage and looks at the dumpster himself. He goes into it, grabs a handful of tacks, and slams them right into his arm, absorbing all the pain inflicted. He smiles and makes his way to the ring, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Tim Marshal: And her opponent, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds, Aquiro!!!!!! Bob: He's crazy. That's all there is to it. Did you see him slam those tacks into his own arm? Jerry: Yeah! Just proves how evil he is. It's great. Aquiro walks down the ramp and stares at Atomic Punk. Atomic Punk adjusts her armbands, but still focuses on her opponent. Aquiro gives a slight grin, bends down into the bottom of the ring, and starts pulling out all types of weapons....two trashcan lids, a trashcan, a stop sign, a fire extinguisher, a wooden broom, a briefcase, and finally a hockey stick. He begins throwing some of the weapons into the ring. Atomic Punk, who is in the center of the ring, dodges all of the objects. Bob: Look at all those weapons. Aquiro is readying an entire arsenal. Jerry: Not that I'm one to criticize Aquiro very often, but that may not be such a good idea. I've seen enough things backfire tonight to know better. Aquiro, with the hockey stick in hand, slides into the ring, and takes a swing at Atomic Punk right from the get-go. The bell rings to start this match. Atomic Punk ducks this huge shot. When Aquiro turns around, he is met by a huge dropkick right to the face. Aquiro gets hit right to the face with this one. He drops the hockey stick from this move. Bob: Great dropkick by AP. Jerry: She saved herself a lot of pain, but I really don't know why she bothered. She's going to lose. Atomic Punk goes over to the briefcase, made of solid steel. She lifts it up high in the air and hits Aquiro right in the back. Aquiro screams in pain, but it doesn't knock him down. Atomic Punk then aims low and hits the back of Aquiro's leg. Aquiro falls straight to the ground. Bob: Wow. Did ya see that? The first shot with that briefcase wasn't enough to take Aquiro down. She had to hit him twice before he fell. Jerry: You see? Evil can sustain you! Atomic Punk quickly jumps onto the top rope, still with the briefcase in hand. She stalks Aquiro, waiting for him to get up. Soon enough, Aquiro begins to get up, with a limp in his strut. Atomic Punk jumps off of the top rope, attempting to hit him with the briefcase. Aquiro, out of no where, jumps in the air and hits a spinning heel kick onto the briefcase. This makes the briefcase hit Atomic Punk right in the kisser in mid-air. Atomic Punk falls down and holds her head in pain. Bob: Wow! Where'd that move come from? I don't know how Aquiro did it, but he has just turned the tide of this match. Jerry: It's the evil, Bob. How many times do I have to tell you? It's a powerful thing. Aquiro gets up from the kick he just executed. He takes the hockey stick he originally had and smashes it right on the back of Atomic Punk!!!! The stick breaks in two. Aquiro laughs sadistically once again as he sees Atomic Punk scream in agony. She holds her back and rolls right out of the ring. Bob: Oh my. Aquiro just broke that stick into two very separate pieces over AP's back. Jerry: Evil also gives you strength. Atomic Punk attempts to get up, but is unsuccessful. Aquiro looks at all of his arsenal and decides which weapon to use. He finally picks up one of the trashcan lids, and jumps out of the ring. Atomic Punk finally gets up. Aquiro attempts to hit Atomic Punk in the face, but is met with a huge lead-reverse punch combination. It takes Aquiro by surprise, thus knocking him down. Atomic Punk mounts on top of him, hitting a series of rights and lefts to the face of Aquiro. She gets out and pulls an extension chord from the inside of the ring. She wraps it around the throat of Aquiro and begins pulling it as hard as she can. She allows no space between his neck and the chord. Aquiro begins coughing and choking from this devastating chokehold. Bob: Wow. And again the tide turns. Jerry: Atomic Punk certainly didn't want to get hit with yet another foreign object. I personally think she's just delaying the inevitable, but we shall see. Gasping for breath, he grabs the chord and pulls as hard as he can, eventually breaking the hold. Atomic Punk attempts to grab Aquiro by the hair, but Aquiro gets up and reverses by grabbing her by her hair, eventually giving her a snapmare takedown. Aquiro stands up and tries to catch a breath for a few seconds. Once he is done, he grabs the same extension chord that AP used on him. He holds it by the end and begins whipping the back of Atomic Punk. AP tries to crawl away, but Aquiro continues to follow her and whip her. Bob: Oh come on. Now that's hardly necessary. Jerry: Haha! But it is legal! You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do that to Kristen. Bob: Jerry! I didn't know you felt that way about Atomic Punk. Jerry: That's not what I meant! Aquiro throws the extension chord down and grabs Atomic Punk by the hair once again. He throws her straight into the steel stairs. The impact of her head blasts the staircase down. Her head begins to bleed right away. She turns around and is met by a big boot given by Aquiro, to add to the head injury. AP falls onto the ground once again. Bob: Oh no! And with that, AP is busted open. Jerry: Oh man! The blood! It's so... pretty! Bob: What? Jerry: Coming out of AP, I mean. Aquiro picks her up once again and throws her into the ring. Before getting into the ring himself, he grabs the steel staircase and throws it into the ring. He slides into the ring and set the stairs up smackdab in the middle of the ring. Aquiro grabs Atomic Punk by the head once again, this time into a DDT position. It looks like it is going to land, but Atomic Punk counters last minute, hitting a series of punches right to the gut of Aquiro. This breaks the DDT hold. Bob: And AP's fighting back! I can't believe she's countering this. Yes! Jerry: Oh my god! Atomic Punk hits a Northern Lights suplex off of the steel steps!!! When she hits this move, Aquiro lands straight on the metal trashcan!! A thunderous boom can be heard from that shot. Bob: What a shot! My God! Aquiro might be broken in half after that move. Jerry: Uh, Bob? You're forgetting the whole evil thing we talked about. I'll bet he barely felt that. Atomic Punk slowly gets up and sees what she did. Aquiro is still laying on the trashcan, which deflated into just a thin piece of metal with no gap inbetween. Atomic Punk jumps onto the top rope region once again, this time hitting a huge Senton Bomb from the top rope!!! It connects right to the gut of Aquiro. Bob: Wow! Off the top rope! Kristen is still fired up. Jerry: I don't understand why Aquiro didn't get up first. Bob: Uh, we must not be watching the same match here, Jerry. Aquiro rolls out of the ring and crawls onto the top of the ramp. He stands up. Atomic Punk bounces off the opposite ropes, runs across the ring, and hits a springboard body splash. This aerial move connects as well, sending both AP and Aquiro onto the ground. Both absorbed some pain from this move. Bob: Wow! Stunning body splash by AP all the way to the floor, and now both participants are down. Jerry: Aquiro, I urge you to dip into that pot of evil once again. They lay on the ramp, trying to gain consciousness and power. Atomic Punk is the first to stand up. Bob: And again AP gets up first. Jerry: Aquiro, I'm waiting for the darkness to sustain you like it's supposed to. Come on! Followed shortly afterwards, Aquiro stands up as well. The two exchange hands back and forth, until Aquiro gets the upper hand, hitting a European uppercut right to the neck of AP. She holds her neck and walks up the ramp, getting closer and closer to the dumpster. Aquiro grabs the back of her neck and slams her in the side of the dumpster. She slams her head right into the side, opening her head wound up even more. Jerry: Boom! Look at all that blood, Bob. That's what I'm talking about. See the evil. Bob: Aquiro does seem to have taken control here. AP's in trouble. She bounces off and attempts to get away. Aquiro grabs her again and irish whip's her into the dumpster once again. Aquiro lifts her up by the legs and attempts to throw her in the dumpster. Fans give Aquiro huge pops for starting off the dumpster use. Atomic Punk grabs the edge of the dumpster, allowing her not to get into the dumpster. Aquiro continues to push and push, but Atomic Punk is not budging. Slyly, AP wraps her legs around the neck of Aquiro. Atomic Punk delivers a huge hurricanrana, flipping Aquiro straight in the air and landing him right on the metal ramp. Bob: Oh my! What a move by AP! What a great counter! She almost ended up in that dumpster, but apparently that head wound hasn't caused her to lose her cleverness. Jerry: You know, she's not our boss anymore. You honestly don't have to kiss up to her all the time. Bob: No no, I'm not. It really was a great move. Jerry: You will never learn. Aquiro log rolls down the ramp, trying to bide some time from his opponent. AP makes her way down the ring and hits a huge legdrop onto the back of Aquiro's head. She gets up and tosses Aquiro back into the ring. Aquiro holds his neck in pain. Atomic Punk looks under the ring and pulls out a giant wooden table, and sets it up on the outside of the ring. Bob: Oh no. What do you think she has in mind with that table? Jerry: I don't know, but it can't be good. Keep away, Aquiro! She slides onto the squared circle and picks up the dazed Aquiro. She slams him into the corner turnbuckle, hitting a series of chops onto his bare chest. The slaps echo throughout the arena. You can hear the fans chant "WOO" every single time. She continues to slap until the chest of Aquiro is beat red. Finally, Atomic Punk lifts him onto the top rope, and attempts to go for a huge superplex. Aquiro uses his free arm and grabs onto the top rope, allowing him to gain leverage and making him stay on the top rope. Bob: He's not moving. Jerry: This is a lot like the time AP was on the edge of the dumpster. I predict a counter. She tries to superplex him again, but still Aquiro does not budge from the top turnbuckle. Aquiro then battles back with a series of right hands. Slowly, Aquiro begins to stand up on the top rope, trying to achieve as much balance as possible. Atomic Punk battles back with a few right hands of her own. Referee Bob Thomas checks on both to see what they are doing, and begins yelling at them to come off the top rope. Atomic Punk bounces onto the top rope, and out of no where hits a huge belly to belly suplex, to the outside of the ring!!! Both Aquiro and Atomic Punk jump off of the top rope.....Aquiro slams right into the wooden table outside of the ring!!!! Bob: Wow! Looks like you're wrong, Jerry. Aquiro was just sent right through that table. Jerry: No! No! Get up, Aquiro! You've gotta beat her! Do it for me! You may think he is the more injured of the two, until Atomic Punk is seen hitting her head right on the edge of the table, almost knocking her right out. Bob Thomas exits the ring and checks on the two. Aquiro lays lifeless on the top of the broken wood. Atomic Punk is knocked out as well, with more blood gushing from her head than ever before. Soon enough, Aquiro's head begins bleeding too. The two continue to be layed out, motionless. Bob: I don't believe it. Neither of them are moving. I don't like to say this, but there is a chance we're dealing with some serious injuries here. Jerry: If you mean serious injuries for AP, then that's great! Bob: Well I don't know, Jerry. Both of these superstars are busted open, and neither of them can regain their feet. The holy Sh*t chants begin to start up near the ring barrier, and get louder and louder. A few backstage road agents come from backstage and check up on the two superstars. They ask if they can see anything or if they are all right...but still no answer. Referee Bob Thomas is about to announce a double countout, but slowly Aquiro starts to get up, wiping the blood off of his face. Bob: They're getting up! I can hardly believe my eyes! Jerry: And take note! It was Aquiro who got up first. Evil really is supreme! Atomic Punk gets onto her knees and attempts to get up herself. Aquiro battles back with a huge clothesline. He delivers it and AP is sent back onto the ground. Jerry: Yeah. Keep her down. Don't give her a chance. She doesn't deserve one. Bob: At this point, I think you're just taking it too far. She's hurt, Jerry. They both are. Jerry: But obviously Aquiro's the better off of the two. Aquiro crawls into the ring and grabs the fire extinguisher. Atomic Punk stands up on her two feet once again, receiving a huge pop from the crowd when she does so. Aquiro takes the fire extinguisher and blasts it onto full spray, right in the face of Atomic Punk. The impact from the water knocks AP off her feet again. Jerry: Haha! Yes! Aquiro's showing her who's boss. Bob: Come on, Jerry. Odds are she can barely see with the blood running into her eyes. That extinguisher is just not necessary. IF you're gonna end this, Aquiro, then do it. Jerry: Nah. Let her suffer some more. Bob: How can you say that, Jerry? How can you? Honestly! I've had enough of this! You're cold, you're heartless, and you couldn't care less if one of the SWA superstars was killed in that ring as long as it was done by somebody you cared about. Jerry: Hey now that's not... Bob: I don't know how I can stand working with you every week. Every week you just keep pushing a little further and a little further. Why do you even work here? If you're not gonna call this match, if you're not gonna do your job, then just SHUT UP! Jerry: Gee, Bob. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've gotta thing for AP. Bob: Didn't I tell you to shut up? (sighs) I apologize, ladies and gentlemen. I only hope at least some of the viewers out there are on my side here. Aquiro finishes off the beating with shot to the face with the weapon. Aquiro smiles seeing the blood rush out of her head. Aquiro then grabs her by the legs and applies a single boston crab leg lock. Atomic Punk screams in pain, trying to find a way to get out of it. Aquiro has it locked on as tight as he possibly can, allowing absolutely no leeway for the fallen AP. Bob: Come on, Aquiro. Just stop! Hasn't she suffered enough? Jerry: Uh... Bob: Don't even think about it, Jerry. Jerry: I was just going to let everyone know that that's a Boston Crab. AP tries to roll out of the leglock, but Aquiro keeps the hold on regardless. After a minute or two of fighting, AP does a forward roll and gets out of the hold. By doing this, she slams Aquiro right into the ring barrier. Atomic Punk begins to get up and lifts Aquiro up, slamming into the ring barrier once again. She begins to take the upper hand, hitting a series of punches and kicks and eventually hitting a huge vertical suplex on metal ramp!!!!! Aquiro hits the metal hard. Bob: Yes! Looks like AP's still got a little fire after all. Get him, Kristen. Get him! You can do it! Jerry: Kristen, huh? You've been calling her AP for most of this match. Why use her first name now? Bob: Maybe because I have faith that, somewhere deep down, she can feel what I'm saying just as she can feel what the fans are putting out. Maybe because, unlike you, I actually think she's got a chance. Atomic Punk picks up Aquiro and drags him over to the dumpster. She smiles, lifts him up high in the air, and slams him into the dumpster, sending him into millions of golden tacks!!!!!!! Bob: Yes! Aquiro's in the tacks! Aquiro's in the tacks! I knew she could do it! I just knew! Jerry: No! Aquiro, don't let them hurt you. You don't feel pain, remember? Bob: Well he's gonna be feeling this pain for a long time. A perfect example of payback if you ask me. A scream of pain is heard through the arena. Aquiro begins to pull the little tacks out, but it is no use. Atomic Punk begins pushing the dumpster off of the ramp onto the lower area below, which is the only way to win this match. With one large push, the huge dumpster begins falling off of the edge of the stage. It seems like Aquiro has lost the match, but right before the dumpster falls of the stage, Aquiro jumps out, flies into the air, and lands on the stage with two feet with a psychotic look in his eye!!!! He is still in this match!!!!! Bob: No! How did he do that? AP had him! She had him! Jerry: What did I tell you about evil, Bob? It always wins. It always prevails! Aquiro feels no pain! He's finally completely prepared to win this match. The dumpster lands on the floor below and a loud crash is heard. Referee Bob Thomas says that the match continues, and orders another dumpster filled with tacks to be sent onto the stage once again. Atomic Punk falls on the ground and looks at Aquiro in disbelief. Aquiro kneels down and begins pulling and scratching out the tacks in his arms and thighs. Finally, a second dumpster filled with tacks is brought out onto the stage. Atomic Punk gets up and attempts to get on the offense again. Aquiro blocks a punch and gives Atomic Punk a DDT!!!!!! She lays lifeless on the ground. Bob: Uh, a DDT on AP and... No. No, Aquiro. Please don't do this. Please don't. Jerry: He's gonna do it, Bob. Aquiro lifts her up high and tosses her into the dumpster full of tacks!!! Bob: No! No! AP's in that dumpster full of tacks! Jerry: Aquiro's gonna win! Bob: Why did this have to happen? Why didn't the referee just stop this thing when he saw how hurt AP was? Does nobody in this organization have any form of a conscience whatsoever? She tries to get out, but Aquiro hits a quick elbow to the face, knocking her back into all the tacks!! Aquiro grabs the dumpster by the handles. He slowly accelerates the dumpster until it gains enough velocity......the dumpster goes off the stage, along with Atomic Punk!!!!!!! The bell rings for the end of this match...... Bob: No! She just... just went right off the stage! This... Uh, this match is over. Jerry: It certainly is. And just as I said, evil came out on top. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, "The Blood Angel" Aquiro!!!!!!! The dumpster spins in the air and crashes into the other dumpster. The dumpster falls over, emptying all the tacks and as well as Atomic Punk!!!!! AP lays lifeless on the ground, with hundreds of tacks pierced into her skin. Bob: My god. Atomic Punk is just covered in tacks. She's f-filled with them. Wh-why did we even sanction this match? Jerry: Uh, Bob? Is that a... Is that a tear? Bob: N-no, Jerry. I'll be alright. I just, I just don't see why this had to happen. Jerry: You really do like her. Bob: Just never mind, Jerry. Wait a minute. What's he doing? No! No don't! Aquiro gives a look of amazement, realizing that he has won the match. Aquiro looks over the edge of the stage, seeing his fallen opponent. He raises his arms in the air, getting a huge pop from the crowd. Still with a psychotic look in his eye, it looks like he is about to do something crazy. Out of no where.........Aquiro jumps off of the stage and hits his spinning 360 guillotine leg drop and connects!!! He lands right onto Atomic Punk, and thousands of tacks!!!!! Both Aquiro and Atomic Punk lay lifeless on the bed of tacks. The Holy Sh*t chants get louder and louder. Bob Thomas rushes to the back to get help. Countless numbers of referees, backstage workers, and a whole crew of paramedics come out on the scene. Bob: No! There was no need for that! Somebody help her! Leave him for all I care, but somebody help AP. Jerry: This crush of yours just came out of nowhere, Bob. Bob: Just be quiet about that. I just... I d-don't like seeing a superstar hurt. Jerry: You're actually crying. That's another tear. I don't believe this. You've never reacted like this before. Bob: So what if I do care a little more than I usually do? It's not like it'll make a difference. They jump off the ramp and see what happened. Complete with two stretchers, they put neck braces around Aquiro and Atomic Punk's necks. They gently place both superstars onto the stretchers. Paramedics being taking the tacks out and wiping the blood off their foreheads. They are both taken up the ramps and into the backstage areas. A series of "Aquiro" and "Atomic Punk" chants are started up as they make their way out of the ring. Jerry: Alright, just because I'm feeling generous, I'll do this part. Bob: No really, I'll be fine. Jerry: No no no, don't worry about it. Let me announce the main event. Bob: Uh, sure. Go for it. Jerry: Alright. Up next, my buddy Brawler is gonna take on that poor sap B Cool for the SWA championship. Bob: (sighing and seeming to compose himself) Ok, I'd better take over. The SWA title is about to be on the line, ladies and gentlemen, and the match starts... Jerry: Right about now by the looks of it. It is finally time for our main event of the night. The arena is packed, with tons of signs supporting both Brawler and B. Cool in their match. Finally, the arena lights dim down a bit, in preparation for the last match of the night. In the center of the ring, a light is focused with Senior Referee Bill Graves, holding up the SWA Championship. The fans cheer loudly seeing the most coveted prize glisten in the light. Bill Graves hops outside of the ring and places the championship belt with timekeeper Lawrence Green. Finally, "Raise Up" by Saliva hits the arena's PA system. Fans go wild as they see B. Cool make his way out onto the stage, Crystal following right behind him. B. Cool smiles and waves at the fans, and is wearing his "EC Connection" shirt. He makes his way down the ramp and to the ring. Tim Marshal: The following contest, is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWA Championship!!! Making his way to the ring, from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 242 pounds, B. Cool!!!! Bob: Well folks, here comes the current acting champion of the SWA, and Crystal's right behind him. Jerry: Great. He brought out the pregnant woman. And you yell at me about not caring for the safety of the superstars. Bob: Crystal can take care of herself if she needs to. Besides, it's still early in the pregnancy. B. Cool slides into the ring and stands up. He quickly rips his shirt off and says out loud "Who wants it!?!" He waits and sees which side of the arena is giving him the most pops. The arena near the announcer's table is the loudest, so he takes his shirt and throws it into the crowd. Crystal steps up onto the apron and smiles at B Cool's little bit of fan appreciation. She then blows him a kiss, which he returns. B. Cool looks over at the timekeeper's table. He sees the SWA Championship, and glares at it. You can see in his eyes the hunger for winning the title. B. Cool then moves to the center of the ring and begins to stretch out for his big match. His music fades out and Bill Goldberg's theme is heard. Fireworks begin blasting onto the stage. You can hear the chants of "Brawler, Brawler, Brawler!" get louder and louder. After a few seconds of waiting, eruptions of fire explode onto the stage. Once the fire dies down, he begins to make his way to the ring, being as serious as he has ever been in his life. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Hamden, Connecticut, weighing in at 280 pounds, The Brawler!!!!!! Jerry: You seem a little quiet, Bob. Bob: I'm sure you're just imagining that. At any rate, here comes the Brawler, a superstar who battled his way through Columbus to get to this match. A superstar who, I feel, is deserving of the SWA championship. Jerry: Whew. I'm glad you don't think B Cool is. The fact that he's defending that belt right now is an insult. Bob: I never said that, Jerry. I happen to think B Cool is what you would call an up and coming superstar. Jerry: Right... The Brawler walks up the steel steps, seeming to stalk his opponent a little bit. He ducks under the top rope and stays near the turnbuckle. B. Cool looks over at his opponent. The two men walk slowly toward the center of the ring, with fixed eyes on one another. They look at the fans as well, noticing the chants and hype getting bigger and bigger. Bill Graves is shown explaining the rules to the two men. They understand and the bell is rang to to start the match up. The two men get in a standard grappling position to start the match up. The Brawler uses his size advantage and pushes B. Cool off of his feet. B. Cool does a backwards roll and lands back onto his feet. Crystal, who seems a bit surprised at this move, applauds. Bob: Great agility shown by B Cool. I'm already seeing the payoff of his training. Jerry: I'm not even gonna bother. The two men get in another grappling position once B. Cool enters the center of the ring again. Using his quickness, B. Cool ducks under one of Brawler's arms and grabs him from behind, in a standard bearhug position. The Brawler grabs B. Cool's hands and tries to pry his way out of the move, but B. Cool has his hands locked pretty tight. Brawler finally gets out the only way he can, by hitting a couple of elbows to the face of B. Cool. Bob: An excellent hold, but unfortunately easily countered. Great quickness by B Cool, however. Jerry: Uh-huh. You just wait until the Brawler starts throwing in the power moves. B. Cool lets go and stumbles back again. Brawler takes advantage of the situation and hits a powerful clothesline right to the neck of B. Cool. B. Cool falls straight down, and wipes his head of sweat, but quickly gets up. Brawler hits another clothesline, knocking B. Cool down once again. B. Cool being persistent, gets up once again. Bob: Wow! Look at the endurance B Cool is showing us here. Even clotheslines from those big arms of the Brawler's can't keep him down. Jerry: Once again, you're not seeing things as they are. Those are far from full strength. Brawler's going easy on him. Brawler goes for a third clothesline, but B. Cool ducks the huge move this time. Once Brawler is turned around, he is met by a low dropkick right to the leg. This sets Brawler off balance quite a bit. B. Cool gets up once again and hits another dropkick to the leg, making him even more unbalanced. He finally hits a clothesline right to the knee of Brawler, which finally makes him fall down. B. Cool then bounces off the ropes and hits a huge leg drop. He gets down and hooks the leg, receiving some big cheers from the crowd.... Bob: He took down the Brawler! And now the leg drop! And the cover! Jerry: Easy kickout. One!!!
Two!!! Brawler gets the shoulder up!!!! Bob: The Brawler may have kicked out, but B Cool got himself a nice two count. This is already shaping up to be a great match. Jerry: A lot better than the last one, right? Bob: Jerry, don't even push me. Now is not the time. When The Brawler kicked out, he did it with authority, sending B. Cool all away across to the other side of the ring. B. Cool gets up and chases after Brawler. When he gets to Brawler, Brawler battles back with a huge spinning powerslam. It sends B. Cool on his back hard. Brawler does not go for a pinfall after this move, but instead continues with the offense. He hits a series of knee strikes to the head of B. Cool. He then continues to mount on top of B. Cool, continuing more knee strikes and also left and right hands. B. Cool smartly puts his hands up, blocking most of the shots. Bob: And there's another sign B Cool's been working hard. He seems to know how to block most of what Brawler's throwing at him. Jerry: In other words, he put his hands up. Sorry folks, but Bob has this need to exaggerate everything that I just don't understand. Brawler gets up and lifts up B. Cool with him. Brawler hits a huge swinging neckbreaker. Brawler lifts up B. Cool again.....scoop slam!! Brawler lifts him up for the third time. Brawler takes B. Cool by the arm, puts it on his neck, and sets up for a stalling suplex. Brawler has B. Cool up in the air for a good 8 seconds, until he eventually looses his balance. B. Cool falls and goes behind Brawler. He grabs him by the waist again. B. Cool gives Brawler a huge german suplex!! It looks like Brawler lands straight on his skull. Bob: Amazing counter! What a suplex! Jerry: Brawler, how could you let him do that? B. Cool jumps onto the top rope and raises his hands for the crowd, getting a tremendous pop. He jumps back down and gets Brawler in a standard headlock from the ground. He locks it in tight. Brawler gasps for breath. They are right in the center of the ring, so there is no use for Brawler trying to get the ropebreak. Crystal grins and stomps on the apron, getting the crowd pumped up. Brawler attempts to struggle out of the hold, but B. Cool has the move locked in. Finally, Brawler wisely uses his legs and wraps him around B. Cool's neck, getting a good chokehold locked on. B. Cool tries to stand on his two feet, but Brawler keeps him down on the ground. After a good few seconds of struggling, B. Cool gets into a vertical base, but Brawler's chokehold is still applied. B. Cool pushes Brawler's legs forward so that his shoulders are placed on the mat. Bill Graves makes the count. Bob: Wow! What a succession of submission moves and reversals. Wait. Is that a cover? Jerry: Sadly, it is. Kick out, Brawler! One!!!
Two!!!! Brawler rolls out of it!!!!!!! Bob: And again Brawler kicks out. Still, you've gotta admire the show B Cool's been putting on during this match. He really is ready for gold, ladies and Gentlemen, and I think Crystal knows it. Crystal can be heard shouting some words of encouragement as Brawler gets back up and is met by couple of right hands from B. Cool. Finally, B. Cool grabs Brawler by his head. Brawler reverses the situation, hitting a quick jawbreaker to B. Cool. B. Cool stumbles back from the move and turns around. Brawler grabs B. Cool from the back and delivers a high back body drop. The impact is heard when he hits the canvas. Jerry: That's what I'm talking about. High impact moves right there. Bob: You're certainly right about that. Few in the SWA can match the Brawler's raw power. B. Cool rolls out of the ring from the devastating move. Brawler slides out of the ring himself and begins to stomp on B. Cool. He puts his foot on B. Cool's neck, choking the life right out of him. The referee sees them battling outside of the ring, and begins the 10 count... Bob: Well the ref's starting to count them out, but I wonder if he notices the foot choke by Brawler. A strange tactic for him, if I do say so myself. 1...................2..................3.......................4..................... Brawler continues to battle, ignoring the ref's orders. When he goes for another stomp, B. Cool grabs him by the foot and lifts him off balance. Anklelock to Brawler!!! B. Cool twists the ankle enough to hurt it severely. B. Cool screams with integrity, and Brawler screams with pain. Bob: An ankle lock! Great use of submission moves by B Cool. Jerry: The destruction slam is coming soon. I can feel it! The count still continues. 4...................5...................6.......................7..................... B. Cool realizes they both need to get back into the ring. B. Cool lifts up the fallen Brawler and tosses him back into the ring. He then jumps onto the apron and gets into the ring. Brawler begins to stand up, limping his way to the corner turnbuckle. The Brawler rests as B. Cool goes over to him. B. Cool lifts up Brawler's hurt right leg and puts it up on the second rope. B. Cool continues to focus on that ankle, hitting a series of stomps. B. Cool then grabs him by the leg and pushes his ankle against the rope, creating a submission maneuver. The Brawler screams in pain from this tactic. Bob: Good thinking! B Cool's working on that ankle, wearing it down. If he works hard enough, Brawler may not be able to use that leg. Jerry: You can't put down the Brawler that easy. B Cool never had a chance. The Brawler tries to do whatever he can to get out of this predicament, eventually resulting him grabbing B. Cool by the head and hitting a series of right hands. B. Cool stumbles back a bit. The Brawler gets his right foot off of the second rope. He stalks his stunned opponent. Once B. Cool turns around, he is met by a huge spear!!!! It is hit right into the gut, sending him back a bit and both men fall to the ground. The Brawler hooks the leg, getting his first pinfall of the night... Bob: The spear! And now the cover! Jerry: Look at Crystal. She's frantic! Bob: She's not frantic. She's just pacing. One!!!
Two!!! Th.....B. Cool gets the shoulder up!! Bob: Almost! Brawler almost had him, but B Cool kicked out. Jerry: Just like everybody else, B Cool finds it necessary to delay the inevitable. Crystal cheers loudly, clapping her hands as B Cool kicks out of that pin. Brawler gets up and continues with the offensive moves. B. Cool begins coughing and is a bit out of breath from the huge spear. Brawler grabs him by the legs and head and lifts him up on his shoulders. He holds him up there for a little bit and eventually hits a huge Death Valley Driver, landing B. Cool right on his head. Jerry: There's another of those power moves I told you about. Ain't nobody gonna stand up to those. Bob: Brawler does indeed have the power advantage. However the resilience I've seen so far from B Cool tells me he just might pull this off. B. Cool tries to crawl away, but Brawler grabs B. Cool by the leg and lifts it high in the air. He then smashes it down on the canvas. B. Cool holds his kneecap in pain. Brawler grabs around the waist of B. Cool and applies a standard bearhug. B. Cool tries to find a way to get out, but is no use. Brawler keeps the bearhug locked solid. Crystal yells at B Cool to try and escape, even throwing in suggestions as to how he might do so. B. Cool happens to be near the bottom rope. Out of desperation, he extends his arm the fullest that he possibly can and somehow grabs onto the rope. Brawler gives an angered face. The referee calls for the ropebreak. Bob: Another close call. It was lucky B Cool was so close to the ropes, or that might've been it. Jerry: You see? Brawler's strength is just too much for the man. After a few seconds, Brawler lets the hold go. He gets up and awaits his opponent to get up. Once B. Cool stands up, Brawler yet again goes for a spear. This time, however, B. Cool moves out of harm's way. Brawler charges and instead of hitting his opponent, he hits the turnbuckle! He goes through the top and middle turnbuckles and hits his shoulder onto the metal pole!! Brawler holds his shoulder in pain. Bob: Bam! Right into the post! That could be a deciding factor in this match. Jerry: What? How's that? Bob: Well, Brawler has a hurt ankle, and now a hurt shoulder. B Cool's taking away all his limbs. Jerry: Well if he's not careful, Brawler will take away all B Cool's life. B. Cool waits for Brawler to turn around. B. Cool executes a Manhattan Drop, bringing B. Cool's knee right into the mid section of Brawler. B. Cool then finishes the job with a huge clothesline from hell. B. Cool goes for a quick cover... Bob: Big moves by B Cool! And now the cover! Jerry: And now we watch Brawler kick out again. One!!!
Two!!!
Th...Brawler kicks out of that one!!! Bob: Indeed he did, but B Cool's getting closer and closer every time. The suspense is mounting here, ladies and gentlemen. B. Cool goes for another cover, only this time he grabs behind the head of Brawler and hooks the leg as well, providing a nice tight rollup.... Bob: Another cover! Will this be enough? One!!!!
Two!!!!!
Another Kickout by The Brawler!!!!! Jerry: No. Of course it won't. B. Cool gets up and bounces off the ropes. He attempts to go for a body splash, but The Brawler reverses the move by bringing his knees up. B. Cool's ribs hit the double knees. Crystal can be seen, grimacing after this move has taken place. Brawler and B. Cool get up again, and eventually get back into a standard grappling position. Brawler gets up the upper hand, grabbing B. Cool by the arm and irish whipping him across the ring. As B. Cool comes back over, The Brawler lifts his arm up into a clothesline position, but B. Cool does the same! Both B. Cool and Brawler do a double clothesline, knocking each other down on the ground!!! Bill Graves looks at the two knocked out superstars, and begins his knockout count.... Bob: Wow! I haven't seen that happen in quite a long time. A double clothesline sends both men crashing to the canvas. Jerry: Yeah, but we all know who's gonna get up first. 1..........................2.........................3........................... B. Cool and Brawler begin shaking their heads a little bit, showing that they are not knocked out, completely at least. 4...........................5.........................6........................... B. Cool begins to stand up first, also followed by The Brawler shortly behind. Bob: B Cool? Jerry: No! He wasn't supposed to get up first. That's not right! 7...........................8..........................9........................... At the count of 9, both Brawler and B. Cool somehow get to their feet! The referee stops the count, with one second remaining. B. Cool starts the offense up, showing quite a bit of agility, as well as focus, as he begins to throw a series of chops to the chest of the Brawler. Many "Woo's" can be heard from the vicious chops. Brawler, not wanting to take any more pain, lifts B. Cool by the armpits, tosses him into the turnbuckle, and delivers a series of chops of his own. On his last chop, it sends B. Cool almost out of the ring, but he grabs onto the top rope, allowing him to stand on the apron. Jerry: Wow. Did ya see that chop? Brawler wasn't havin none of that. Bob: It almost knocked B Cool right out of the ring. What a move. The Brawler goes over to him and grabs him by the hair. B. Cool grabs Brawler as well and slams his face into the ropes. Brawler bounces back and falls down onto the mat. B. Cool slides into the ring and drags the fallen Brawler into the center of the ring. B. Cool raises his hands high in the air. He straddles Brawler, sits on his back and attaches his feet to Brawler's head, applying the Cool Clutch!!!!!!! The Brawler screams in pain. Bob: There's the Cool Clutch! Look at how B Cool's wrenching at the neck, back, and shoulders of the Brawler. Jerry: Brawler, I hope you did your research because you've gotta figure a way out of this move! The Brawler extends his hands in both directions, looking like he may tap out any second. His face is beat red from the pressure on his neck area. B. Cool keeps the lock on, however Brawler somehow gets up on his two feet! All Brawler does is fall back and slam his back into B. Cool, turning it into a modified somoan drop! Jerry: Yes! I told you he would counter that. Bob: He certainly did, but it took a lot of his strength to do it. Brawler catches breath a little bit, and taunts the crowd....getting him even more "Brawler! Brawler! Brawler!" chants. B. Cool is about to get up, but Brawler doesn't let this happen. Brawler grabs him by the arm, puts his hands across his forehead, and applies the Crossroads of Pain!!!! Bob: Oh no! Now Brawler's got his signature submission applied. Will B Cool escape? Jerry: Of course not. He's much too green to know a way out of this. Crystal paces nervously, a concerned expression on her face. B. Cool attempts to grab the bottom rope, but it is no use. Brawler slides the hold back into the center of the ring. B. Cool struggles with this move for a good 45 seconds, but eventually finds enough power to start hitting a series of forearms and elbows to the chest of Brawler. Finally, he gives Brawler a backfist to the head, breaking the crossface in the process. Bob: Look, Jerry. Look! B Cool did figure a way out of that hold. Jerry: He did not. He just punched and pummeled until Brawler let him go. B. Cool waits for Brawler to get up. Once he does, B. Cool gives him a quick front kick to the stomach. Brawler bends down. B. Cool grabs him by the head and taunts for the Cool Cutter!! He almost connects with the move, but at the last second Brawler pushes him forward into the ropes. B. Cool bounces off and turns around. The Brawler gives him a huge knee to the gut. The Brawler then grabs him by the arm and lifts him up high in the air....he holds it for a good five seconds, allowing the blood to rush to his head.....then out of no where in the middle of the ring.....the Destruction Slam!!!!!! B. Cool is knocked out cold!!!!! The Brawler crawls over and hooks the leg for the pin. Bob: Oh no! The Cool Cutter has just been countered into the Destruction Slam! Jerry: Yes! I love it! Look at Crystal's face! One!!!!
Two!!!!!
Three!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The bell rings for the end of the match!!! Bob: There it is! With that cover, we've got ourselves a new champion! Jerry: Yes! Yes! Oh this is almost as good as Rachel winning the women's title! Yes! Yay for Brawler! Crystal hurriedly dashes into the ring. The Brawler sees her and rounds on her, thinking she's going to attack him. She raises her hands and shouts to him over the crowd that she just wants to check on B Cool. Brawler smiles and moves aside. B Cool is stirring, but not quite getting up yet. She looks down at him for a second and, satisfied, turns to step out of the ring, allowing Brawler his celebration. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner by pinfall, and your new SWA Champion...........The Brawler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob: You can see Crystal's concern for B Cool. I guess that's what love's all about. Jerry: You would know, Bob. Yes! Brawler wins! Brawler wins! All the fans instantly get up and give The Brawler a standing ovation. The Brawler wipes the sweat off of his brow and looks at referee Bill Graves, who raises his hand in victory. Outside of the ring, a worker hands the referee the SWA Championship belt, and presents it to The Brawler. For the first time ever, a tear rolls down the eye of The Brawler as he receives the gold-plated beauty. He hugs the championship belt and stands on the top rope, raising it in victory. All you can hear throughout the arena is "Brawler! Brawler!! Brawler!!!!!" The Brawler jumps down, still with the title draped on his left shoulder. He looks in the center of the ring at the fallen B. Cool. B. Cool finally gains consciousness and stares at The Brawler. Brawler goes over to B. cool and extends his hand. B. Cool grabs on, allowing Brawler to help him stand up on two feet. Bob: Wow. Now that's class. Brawler really respects B Cool. Jerry: I couldn't tell ya why. Crystal sees all this as well, and a smile appears on her face. The two stare at each other and look at the thousands cheering out loud. Brawler is about to leave the ring, but B. Cool stops him real quick. The two meet back in the center of the ring. B. Cool extends his hands for a hug. Brawler accepts and hugs him back. Bob: What a moment. These two put it all on the line, and left it all in the ring, and it made friends out of them. Jerry: Somebody shoot me. Please. The crowd is going nuts. After a good few seconds of hugging, and giving each other a job well done, they are both about to leave the ring. All of the sudden, "Right Side of the Bed" by Atreyu hits the arena's PA system. The crowd goes from cheers to boos after hearing Ventor's music start up. Ventor makes his way onto the stage, with the usual cocky grin on his face. Bob: Oh no. What's he doing out here? Jerry: Hopefully spoiling this little hugfest. The Brawler and Brandon give Ventor angry looks after interrupting their moment. Ventor struts his way down, with his popcorn vending attire. Ventor slides into the ring to greet the two men. He extends his hand to Brawler for his win. Brawler just scowls at him, not moving a muscle. Ventor walks around to the other side of the ring and demands for a microphone. He is about to speak, but B. Cool grabs the microphone from him in an irate manner. Fans scream for B. Cool, waiting for him to speak. Jerry: Hey! You don't just steal Ventor's microphone like that! Bob: Uh, I think B Cool just did. B. Cool: Well look who it is. Mark Ventor. Nice uniform, Marc. Did you sew that yourself, or did your mommy do it for you? Bob: Haha! Oh man, that was hilarious. I needed that. Jerry: That was just cruel. Ventor gets angry as he hears the fans laughing at the comment. Crystal's laughing too. Ventor grabs the microphone back with authority. He begins to speak.... Ventor: Excuse me, B. Cool. As pathetic as being a vendor seems, at least I did it correctly. Seems like you didn't do something correct tonight, B. Cool.....it seems like you didn't win your match!!! Jerry: Yeah! Good one, Ventor. Ventor begins to laugh out loud at B. Cool. Fans give him major heat, eventually starting up the "Ventor S*cks" chant. Brawler then grabs the microphone from Ventor and stands right in front of him. The two stare at each other. Brawler slowly lifts the microphone up to his face, and begins to speak.... Brawler: Shut up....Ventor!!! Just shut up for just one measly minute!!! Who are you to talk??!?! B. Cool just came out here and gave myself and the fans one of the best matches they have ever seen. Sure, he was not the victor, but he did a hell of a lot more than what you did tonight!!! There is no reason for you to be out here, and if there is, please humor me!!!! Bob: You tell 'em, Brawler. Brawler shoves the microphone back into Ventor's chest. Ventor stumbles back into the turnbuckle, with a confused look on his face. He then puts the microphone up to his mouth, glaring at The Brawler. Ventor: Oh, is that so, Brawler. Is that so??!? Don't you have a big mouth tonight. Quite frankly, who could blame you?? You won the match...you won the SWA Championship....the fans chant your name. You have had everything going for you.....up until now. You see, Mark Ventor has stayed out of the title picture for one month. And you know what? That is a month too long. You think, just because you won the title, that means your troubles are over? Well guess what....it is the exact opposite. Your nightmares have begun, starting tonight. You see, Brawler, I usually have a lot to say, but not tonight. Tonight is different. I am going to make this short, and sweet. Brawler, I am calling you out. I am challenging for your SWA Championship!!!!! Bob: Again? Come on, Ventor. Isn't this getting a bit old? Jerry: Apparently I'm the only one who realizes how essential it is that Ventor's champion. Cheers erupt from the stadium. B. Cool and Brawler stare at Ventor to see what he has to say next. Ventor: That is right, I want your title, Brawler. You are a marked man. I will do whatever it takes to become a two time champion, no doubt in my mind. I don't care what day it is. Wait a day, a week, hell even a few months. It can be just me and you, or it could have more people involved. Hell, B. Cool can even be thrown into the mix. So what do you say to that, Brawler??? Do you accept my challenge? I will give you a little while to think about it, but right now, the Figurehead of SWA has one thing to say, and one thing to say only.....Goodbye!!! Ventor's music hits once again. Fans continue to boo as Ventor hops out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp. You can hear him say "Your title is mine!!" B. Cool begins yelling some trash talk. Bob: Well folks, much to the dismay of all the fans, Ventor has challenged for the title yet again. Jerry: Dismay? I think it's wonderful! Bob: You would, Jerry. Ladies and gentlemen it's been an excellent show... Jerry: All except for that dumpster match, right Bob? Bob: It's been an excellent show. We've got ourselves a new Hardcore and SWA champion, and I'm sure these matches will be felt by all the superstars weeks after tonight. Tune in for Edge next time to find out. I'm Bob Macatire for Jerry Sheppard saying good night everybody! Brawler stares at his title belt, then glares at Ventor once again. The SWA logo flashes up on the bottom left hand corner of the screen and the scene fades to black...... |
