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The opening riffs of
Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit play. With the first notes of the guitar, an
image of a hammer appears over the SWA logo, which is also on the
screen. When the notes play a second time, another hammer appears
over the Aggression logo. Then, when the song begins, on the first
drum beat, both hammers come down, shattering both logos into pieces.
These fade almost instantly into a huge banner that reads “AGGRESSION”
in large, colorful letters. This too flickers away, and we see images of
SWA superstars performing incredible feats. We see matches both gruesome
and intense, and a whole lot of red as blood seems to be everywhere.
Soon there is only the blood, and it again forms the word Aggression.
The music continues playing as we fade into the arena, where pyros are
exploding, and the crowd is cheering, their bloodlust ignited by the
intro they just saw. Many of them are on their feet, holding up their
arms and signs and screaming as loud as they can. We make a few passes
over them and then come to rest on Jerry and Christi at the announcer
desk. Jerry: It's that time again folks! It's Wednesday...and that means another edition of Wednesday Night Aggression! Christi: I hate Wednesdays.. Jerry: Now Christi why would you go and say something like that? Christi: Because I have to work with you. Who died and made you head announcer anyway? There was nothing in your contract for that match that said you would be head announcer of Aggression. You just came in here and took over. Jerry: Well someone has to. I mean look at how much show quality has improved. Christi: Are you saying I'm not qualified to do my job?! What evidence do you have to prove that? Jerry: You're the typical woman, moody and tempramental..need I go on? Christi growls. Christi: When have I ever let my mood skew my view on a match? Unlike you who picks winners based on God knows what and hates all new talent that walks in the door for no reason at all. Not to mention hates women for a personal incident that happened twice with the SAME woman! Jerry: Not with just the same woman! Look at what Rachel Drake did to me! Christi: What? Politely blew you off and when you went all stalker beat your ass? You deserved what you got Jerry. Onyx might've fucked you over but you should've been smart when she came back and told her to take a hike like you were doing. Instead you chose to do the stupid thing knowing full and well she was just a shady something or another and wasn't very mentally stable. Look what happened as a result, you got hurt again. Then you pushed your friends away and you have no one. You're just miserable and you have to make the lives miserable of everyone else in your path just because of a stupid mistake YOU made. He starts to speak but Christi turns off his mic. Christi: I don't want to hear your opinion. Call the matches tonight like a professional if you don't I'll go have Brandon fire you again and you can spend your new found free time begging his answering machine just like before. We have had enough of you! It appears as if this argument could go on forever but thankfully for the viewers at home it doesn't. Instead, the cameras cut to Tim Marshal for the announcement of the first match. ( Tobias Cutshaw vs. Dusty Malone ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is set for one fall. The lights dim down as the opening notes to down with the sickness filter out before several red explosions rock the arena. Dusty Malone strolls out into the arena relaxed and ready for the match ahead, turning to smile to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring…from…. Before he can finish, Tobias runs from the back and slams his guitar over Dusty’s back. Christy: Wow! Tobias not even waiting! Jerry: Well…do you blame him? I mean, this guy thinks he didn’t need to talk! Dusty falls to the ground and holds his back. Tobias looks around and throws the rest of the guitar down. He grabs Dusty and picks him up. He rams him into the barricade and walks him to the ring. He throws him in and climbs in slowly. Christy: I think he is ready to end this. Jerry: Well DUH! Christy: This better not be an all night thing Jerry. I heard they are looking for someone on the STC’s Unplugged! Jerry: Ok…I’ll stop! Sheesh! Tobias gets Dusty up to his feet and delivers a huge facebuster. He then quickly stands up, bringing Dusty with him. He then delivers a huge uppercaut to Dusty’s jaw, sending him back. Christy: I think that Bar Fight does it. Jerry: TIMBEEEEEEER! Tobias then hooks his leg as he covers… One… Two… THREE!!! Christy: And like that, it’s over. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner…TOBIAS CUTSHAW!!! Tobias rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. He picks up his guitar, or what’s left, and goes to the back. The ref checks on Dusty. Christy: What a way to start the show tonight. Jerry: Well, someone had to teach this guy a lesson. I would have, but I have to head the show. Christy gives him a look. Jerry: Well, help host. Hey! Let's go to a commercial! You're watching Wednesday Night Aggression! Only on SWA TV! The scene opens up
outside a large very fancy house. The garden is well taken care of and
it has a large number of children's toys littering the garden. ( Ally Daniels vs. Andy Madrox ) Christi: Welcome back to Wednesday Night Aggression. Jerry, we are in for a real treat with our second match of the night. Jerry: Well, if I’m stuck on the “B” show with an announcer like you, I might as well watch this match and make the best of it. Christi: Don’t push it, Jerry. Jerry: Oh, stop Christi. You’re a tough girl. Christi: Anyway, we are about to see Andy Madrox go up against Ally Daniels. Jerry: I’m sorry, but Andy is going to wipe the walls with a girl like Ally Daniels. How is she going to even compare to the pure speed and talent of Andy Madrox? She can’t! Christi: How do you know that? Let’s give Ally a chance to see what she can do in the ring. “Heretics and Killlers” by Protest the Hero begins to blast throughout the arena. Andy Madrox, complete with black pants, elbow pads, and taped-up hands, comes out with a smile on his face points to a fan and walks over and shakes there hand. Tim Marshal: The following contest, is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 190 pounds, Andy Madrox! He makes his way to the ring jumps up onto the ring apron then jumps over the top rope and waits inside the ring for his opponent. Jerry: Christi, this man is an internet legend. Do you understand the moves this individual can pull off against a girl like Ally Daniels? Moonsaults, corkscrews, and hurricanranas just to name a few. This guy is a luchador at its finest! Christi: Oh, believe me Jerry. I don’t doubt his talent, but at the same time I am not doubting Ally’s talent either. The arena goes black before her “Queer” by Garbage hits the PA and a spotlight shines on the stage as Ally makes her way out with an aura of confidence exuding from her. She flips her hair back, slowly and methodically making her way down to the ring ignoring the crowd. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Santa Fe, New Mexico, weighing in at 157 pounds, Ally Daniels!!! She climbs up onto the apron, spins and leans back against the ropes facing the entrance ramp posing for a moment before she climbs into the ring. Ally stands there and simply stares into the eyes of Andy Madrox. Christi: Do you see how focused Ally Daniels is? I just love her “take no prisoners” attitude. That is what’s going to get her success here in the SWA. Ally Daniel’s music fades out. The bell rings to signify the official start of the match. Andy Madrox approaches the center of the ring, and Ally Daniels does the same. The two stare off and eventually get into a grappling position. Jerry: This wasn’t a smart start for Ally Daniels. Andy has a 30 pound weight advantage over her. She isn’t going to out power the guy. After getting almost pushed back into the corner, Daniels wisely stomps on the foot of Madrox, breaking the grapple position. Daniels then grabs the back of Madrox’s neck and delivers a big knee to the jaw of Madrox, sending him down the the canvas. Christi: Big knee by Ally Daniels! That could be the knock out shot that she needs to capitalize! Jerry: You must be high on something, Christi. If you think Andy is going to loose that easily than you are highly mistaken. Christi: Are you sure I’m the one that’s high, Jerry? With Madrox on the ground, Daniels leaps up quickly on the top turnbuckle and delivers a leg drop to the jaw of Madrox. She hooks the leg for the cover. One! Two! Madrox gets the shoulder up! Christi: Ally Daniels has developed a great strategy here. She continues to focus on the jaw of Andy. A couple more shots and this match could be all over. Daniels stands up and begins to yell at the ref for a faster count. She grabs Madrox by the hair and attempts to go for a Russian leg sweep, but Madrox elbows out and backs up a bit, nailing a superkick to the forehead of Daniels. Daniels falls to the ground and rolls out of the ring. Jerry: Told you, Christi! I told you Andy Madrox was going to have this one in the bag! Christi: Jerry, you make no sense. He’s hit one move and you’re ready to celebrate for Andy? Daniels stands up and gets back on the ring apron. Madrox moves forward, going for a hook punch. Daniels sees Madrox wind up and traps the punch. She then grabs Madrox by the back of the head and slams him neck-first into the rope. Madrox stumbles back and coughs. This gives Daniels enough time to enter back into the ring. Christi: Andy’s getting back up. What is Ally Daniels planning on doing?? Daniels moves closer to Madrox, giving him the Bencao push kick to the stomach. With Madrox leaning down, Daniels gives Madrox a Tilt-A-Whirl headscissors, knocking Madrox the canvas. It doesn’t knock Madrox down for long, but Daniels is prepared. When Madrox gets up, Ally nails him with the Chapa Giratoria right to the stomach. Andy Madrox holds his stomach in pain and bends down. Christi: Huge reverse side kick by Ally Daniels! Jerry: Come on, Madrox! Stop being the nice guy out there and end this match already! Daniels backs up, spins 540 degrees in the air and nails her finishing kick right to the temple of Madrox. Jerry: WHAT!?! Christi: The Kiss of Death! Andy Madrox is knocked out cold! Ally Daniels grins and pins Andy Madrox’s shoulders to the mat. One! Two!!!! Three!!!!!!!!! Jerry: No way. Did that really just happen? Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Ally Daniels!!! The bell rings and the match is ended. Ally Daniels stands up and raises her hands high in the air, ignoring the heat from the audience. Christi: Well, even though Andy Madrox went out there and gave it his all, it was no use and he barely got any offense in this match. After watching her match tonight, Ally Daniels proves once again why she is one of the future talents of the SWA.
As
Ally celebrates in the ring, gloating over her victory, her new friend
Kyla comes bounding down the ramp into the ring and gives her an
enthusiastic hug. The two can be seen discussing something as Ally
smirks, and Kyla giggles uncontrollably. Christi: You better remember what I said at the beginning of the show Jerry. You are really trying my patience... We'll be right back folks, you're watching SWA TV and this is Wednesday Night Aggression. The scene opens on
Roger and Markus Miller. They are sitting at a bar, both enjoying some
time off as it seems. They both get a bottle of Miller beer. Markus
turns to the camera, a big smile on his face. Christi: What a mach up we have next. Xander who is on a bit of a slump faces off against the former CEO of the company Crystal Cole. Jerry: Nice summation for once Christi but you missed quite a bit in that little speech of yours. Christi: You are really annoying Jerry, no wonder Bob wanted to get rid of you. Jerry: Christi you really have allot to learn and a long way to go. Christi: Yeah and it is funny how instead of just criticising me if you really felt the way you say you do then you would be uh showing me how it is done. Forget you though Jerry because it is time to go down to ringside for this match and Tim Marshal. Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Blue and white strobes begin to flash as Go by Proximity Grey hits the speakers. Crystal then steps out onto the stage as white pyro erupts. Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Norfolk Virginia, weighing one hundred and thirty pounds, here is Crystal Cole! Christi: Here is Crystal and boy did she ever not give Xander the fight he was expecting. Jerry: Typical woman, always has a hidden agenda. Christi: If anyone has a hidden agenda some would say it would be Xander. You don’t know what you are talking about Jerry. She makes her way down to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and gets to her feet. Grinning, she looks towards the crowd, turning in a circle so she can see just how packed the house is before moving to her corner and waiting for her opponent. The arena goes dark as a light comes from the back of the entryway. As "Voices" continues to play, a shadow rises from behind the lit up curtain. Just then, a spotlight hits and Xander walks out, limping using his cane. He pays no attention to the fans, just the match at hand. Tim Marshal: on the way to the ring, from Helsinki Finland, weighing two hundred and twenty nine pounds, here is Xander! Jerry: You see Christi Xander is a very focused and determined individual so a win for him I think. Christi: Jerry I don’t even think you believe that, you are just saying that to be annoying. Jerry: Is it working? Christi: Yes. Jerry: Good. Christi: Yu say that now Jerry, you say that now. He gets to the ring and looks around. He steps up the steps and looks around to the crowd as they give the man a mixed reaction. The lights come up as he enters, his skin very pale. He hops onto the turnbuckle and sits awaiting his opponent. The bell rings and both competitors walk towards each other. The tension is clear and very palpable. They both stair at each other for a moment. Crystal goes for a kick and Xander manages to avoid it. He whips her into the ropes and as she bounces back he attempts a clothesline which she ducks under. Crystal delivers a quick arm drag, bringing Xander to the mat. He rolls over and gets to his feet but Crystal delivers a second arm drag. She mounts Xander and delivers a series of punches to the face of Xander. Christi: Crystal is all business here and Xander is really on the defensive right now. Jerry: Well the match has just begun Christi and things can change very quickly. Xander throws Crystal off of him and she lands in the ropes. He gets to his feet and walks over to her. He picks her up and delivers a scoop slam. He stomps away at Crystal a little but she rolls away and gets to her feet. Xander though follows her and delivers a knee strike which sends her staggering back. He goes after her and hooks her up and executes a butterfly suplex. He follows this up with a pin attempt. Jerry: Xander looking to end this match now, this is the first pin attempt of the match. One... Two... Kick out! Christi: It’s going to take more than that to beat the former SWA CEO. Xander picks up Crystal and whips her into the corner. He charges after her and as he heads towards her she moves out of the way and he crashes into the corner. Crystal jumps onto the second rope and leaps off, hooking Xander's head on the way down. She lands a strong bulldog and Xander stays down after the move hits. Jerry: Well I have to admit that was a nice move by Crystal Cole there, Xander is down and could be out. Christi: He sure could be but Crystal has to keep up on the offensive, never take what he is doing or not doing on face value. Crystal climbs to the top rope and leaps off and lands a knee drop to the lower back of the face down Xander. Xander rolls over clutching his lower back in pain. Crystal goes straight after him and delivers a series of kicks to his lower back. Crystal goes to the top rope, she waits for Xander to get to his feet. Christi: High risk move coming up here from Crystal and Xander still has not spotted her. Jerry: She is showing off is all. Crystal leaps just as Xander turns around and connects with a missile drop kick. It drops Xander to the mat once again. She walks over and hooks Xander’s leg as the ref drops once again to make the count. Jerry: Crystal is going to steal a win right here. One... Two... Kick out! Christi: Steal a win Jerry? Hardly think so, and Xander kicked out anyways. Crystal walks over to Xander who is getting to his feet. She delivers a couple of chops and hooks him up, looking for a DDT. Xander counters this though and delivers a suplex, dropping Crystal to the mat. He smirks as he looks down at her. He drags her up by the hair and picks her up, dropping her back first across his knee. Crystal winces as she hits the mat. Christy: Typical Xander he is just loving this, you can tell. Just look at the look on his face. Jerry: He is a competitor and of course he is happy about this, he is in full control of this match and could walk out of it the winner. Xander delivers an elbow drop. He follows it up with a second and then gets Crystal to her feet. He delivers a forearm smash and then a big right hand which drops the former CEO of Skyfall wrestling to the mat. Crystal doesn’t stay down long though but as she gets up Xander tries to deliver a side walk slam. Crystal counters it and flips over Xander's arm and lands on her feet behind him. She delivers a kick to the previously worked on back. She then jumps onto Xander’s shoulders and rolls forwards, grabbing his legs in the process. The result is Xander in a pinning predicament in a victory roll. Jerry: Oh Crystal could have it with this victory roll. One... Two... Thre kick out! Christi: Wow that was so close, I really thought she had it there. Crystal bounces off the ropes but this time Xander is ready for her and he catches her and delivers a sidewalk slam. The crowd Boo as Xander hooks the leg and the ref drops to make the count. One... Christi: Both of them are so fired up for this match but could this be the end for Crystal. Two... Shoulder up! Jerry: No I guess not. Both competitors get to their feet and once again meet in the middle of the ring. Xander is able to connect with a neck breaker out of nowhere. He then whips crystal into the ropes and as she bounces back he attempts a Coma white. She ducks it and drops Xander with a drop toehold. She then goes straight into the Crystal prism. Jerry: Crystal prism and this could be all over for Xander. Christi: He is near the ropes though Jerry. Xander is indeed near the ropes and after a moment of struggling he manages to grab the bottom rope. The ref calls for the break and Crystal makes it after the four of the count. She steps back as Xander gets to his feet. Crystal is ready for him once again. She charges forwards with a Crystal shard. Xander spots this and razes a boot which Crystal runs right into. Christi: Ouch that has to be the end of Crystal right there. She ran right into that boot of Xander. Jerry: Yes and what an ugly boot it is. Xander quickly goes over to make the cover. One... Two... Kick out! Jerry: How did she kick out of that? Christi: I have no idea but she did and Xander can’t believe it either. Xander shakes his head and then the ropes. He turns and ends up eating a drop kick from Crystal. She then locks in the Crystal prism again. Christi: She has the Crystal prism locked in again and Xander is in agony. Jerry: He is in trouble now and I really can’t see a way out for him. Xander struggles and tries to escape but he is not able to and after a little while he has no other choice but to tap out. The bell rings to signify the end of the match. Crystal releases the hold and stands up and raises her arm in the air. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Crystal Cole! Christi: What a match and Crystal walks away the winner. Jerry: Yeah another... Christi: Don’t you even dare Jerry. Crystal’s music plays and after a moment she heads to the back. Jerry: Well we still have more wrestling action to come but it is back to the drawing board for Xander. Christi: What a win for Crystal and Xander really needs to... Derek appears out of the crowd, runs down and jumps into the ring. Xander turns around just in time to be clubbed on the head with a big forearm. Jerry: Derek doesn’t want to wait for Infected, he is attacking Xander right here. Christi: Look at Derek really attacking Xander, we better get some security down here. Oh wait it’s Xander never mind. Xander attempts to retaliate but he has been caught off guard and all he can do is try to fend off the onslaught from Derek. This is something he is not doing well and he ends up hitting the mat hard. Derek reaches under the ring and retrieves a sledge hammer. Jerry: He is far from done with Xander, I wouldn’t be surprised if he really wanted to cause some kind of injury to weaken him up. Christi: This thing was very ugly before and it is only going to get worse. Derek raises the hammer and brings it down hard onto the knee of the prone Xander. Xander screams out in pain as he tries to escape. Derek raises the hammer again and nails Xander a second time. He drops the hammer and takes the microphone from Tim Marshal. Jerry: Some words of wisdom coming up from Derek here. Christi: Hush Jerry. Derek: You thought you could lie your way out. That if you claimed a change of heart and pulled on people's heartstrings that you'd save yourself from your fate. Well you've already dug your grave you son of a bitch and I told you I'd put you in it at Infected and that's exactly what I'm going to do. He throws down the microphone, picks up the hammer and leaves the ring and heads up the ramp and to the back. Jerry: A short but vicious attack from Derek and Xander is not moving. Christi: Well here is just the beginning for Xander. Looks like payback time has begun and I wonder if Xander is ready for it. Jerry: This has all been building up for such a long time and the end games have indeed started, with Derek ahead at the moment. Christi: I can’t wait to see that match but next up we have Christian McClane facing off against Thomas Carmichael. Stay tuned for that. We close into
Russell Brown sitting at a table in Sydney, Australia singing
autographs. Suddenly his phone that rests on the table begins to
vibrate. Russell looks at the text and nods. Russell then looks up at
the camera. ( Thomas Carmichael vs. Christian McClane ) Tim Marshal: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Adelaid, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, Thomas Carmichael! As Black Betty plays through the speakers Thomas steps out onto the entrance ramp, he stares straight ahead and walks down as green and gold pyro goes off behind him ala Edge, Thomas slides into the ring and sits on top of the back right turnbuckle waiting for his opponent. Christi: And there he is, Thomas Carmichael, looking like he is ready for the good fight here tonight. Jerry: Yeah, woopty freakin doo. Christi: Have you been drinking, Jerry? Jerry: Drinking your face! Tim Marshal: And the opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and seventy seven pounds, Christian McClane! The arena goes dark and Tom Sawyer starts playing, a spotlight searches through the stands and spots Christian somewhere in the stands. It shines on him as he makes his way down with a focused look on his face, and into the ringside area. He enters the ring on the steps closest to the announce table, and sets his jacket down in the corner before waiting for his opponent as the lights come back on. Christi: Christian McClane, looking rather confident on his way out here to the ring. Jerry: McClane! Christi: That’s right Jerry. Jerry: Yippy Ky Ay Mother Fu- Christi: JERRY! This is a family show. Jerry: Pfft. You said the F word earlier. Christi: Stunning commentary there Jerry, lets get down to the ring as the action is about to start. The ref calls for the bell and the two men lock up. They struggle for a moment before Thomas gets the upper hand. He picks Christian up, hitting a side walk slam hard into the mat. Christian grunts as Thomas gets up and goes to stomp down on him but Christian rolls out of the way and gets back up to his feet quickly. Thomas lunges forward, looking for a hard clothesline but Christian is a bit faster, connecting into Thomas with a hard shoulder block, knocking him back onto the mat. Christi: Sidewalk slam by Thomas but Christian counters that clothesline with a shoulder block. Jerry: Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister. Christi: Is that all you’re going to do for this match? Jerry: Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs... Christi just rolls her eyes. Inside the ring both men are up on their feet, trading a series of hard lefts and rights in the center of the ring. Christian throws a punch but Thomas ducks beneath it, landing a kick to the gut, Christian doubling it over. Thomas spins around, grabbing Christian’s head and pulling him down as he falls into a sitting position on the mat, bringing Christian’s head down onto his shoulder. Christian bounces off, laid out on the mat in a bit of a daze. Christi: Hard hitting move there by Thomas, Christian is looking dazed. Jerry: Now I know what a TV dinner feels like. Thomas turns, going for the pin. The ref drops down for the count. 1... 2... Christian manages to get the shoulder up, breaking the pin count. Christian shoves Thomas off of him, both men climbing back up to their feet. Thomas wraps his arms around Christian, looking for a belly to belly throw but as Thomas tries to pick him up Christian but he fights back, trying to wiggle out of the hold. As Thomas clings onto him, Christian doesn’t look like he can squirm his way out of this one. Finally he resorts to giving Thomas a could of hard blatant head butts, knocking Thomas off of him. He staggers back, swaying slightly on his feet. Christi: A counter by McClane, Thomas looks out on his feet. Jerry: But, all things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia. Christi: Yeah, I wish you where still there too, Jerry. I think we all do at this point. Christian sizes Thomas up for a quick moment before picking him up into a military press, lifting Thomas up over his head. He show boats a bit, carrying Thomas into the center of the ring, screaming out at the crowd, making it look easy. He smirks before pumping Thomas up and down a few times before bringing him down into a Death Valley Driver, bringing Thomas down hard. He quickly goes for the pin. Christi: End Game! It’s all over now! 1... 2... 3... Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Christian McClane! Christian stands back up slowly, catching his breath as the ref raises his arm in victory. Christi: A hard fought match from both sides but in the end Christian manages to pull it out, hitting that End Game for the win. Jerry: Welcome to the party, pal. Christi: Well this party is well underway and we’ve got some more hard hitting action coming up next. Stay tuned.. Smoke begins to
filter into a dark screen as an image of a red line appears on the
screen. Christi: Welcome back to Aggression. We're... Jerry: Hey, I'm head announcer here. It's an honor you'll never enjoy, so stop trying to do my job. Anyway, we're back on Aggression, and our not-so-great VP is about to take on Rachel Drake, who is in a not-so-great mood. Freakin depressive chicks. Christi: She's not normally a depressive person, and you know it. Things have gone on over the past few months that have lead her to this. Jerry: Still, it's no excuse to give us a horrible match. Oh wait, she would've done that anyway! Tim, let's get this travesty over with. ( Rachel Drake vs. Brandon Cole ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The ring is suddenly dazzled with an array of bright lights. A multicolored pyro goes off, and then Britney Spears's Circus begins to play. After a moment, Rachel Drake can be seen up high, zipping across a line which seems to run all the way from the entrance to the ring. The crowd cheers as they see her. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, Rachel Drake! Christi: Wow. Look at this. The fans love it! Jerry: Oy... How is this an improvement? Christi: Shut up. People like you contribute to Rachel's current state. Rachel reaches the ring, pushes right off of the line, and does a full front flip, landing on her feet in the ring. She turns to the fans, raising her arms and smiling at them before moving to her corner. Her music fades, though the crowd keeps on cheering for a moment. Christi: That smile does seem a bit forced. Jerry: All the time, Christi. All the time. Mist begins to rise from the floor as Raise Up begins to play. B Cool steps through the mist, smiling and waving at the fans. He begins walking confidently to the ring to the beat of the music. Tim Marshal: And her opponent, from Columbus, Ohio, weighing 242 pounds, Brandon B Cool Cole! Christi: Cool didn't respond to Rachel's little breakdown. I kinda wonder how he feels about it. Jerry: He always was a softy. I'll bet he'll apologize or some crap. B Cool reaches the ring, and climbs in. He raises his arms once more to the crowd, and moves into the center of the ring rather than his corner as his music fades. Jerry: See? Christi: He might not be... Oh. B Cool motions to Rachel, who steps toward him cautiously. He begins saying something, and it sounds very like an apology indeed. Jerry: Ugh. Rachel listens for a second or two, but then, fist shaking a little, clocks B Cool with a right hand to the face. He staggers back in surprise, and Rachel goes after him, landing three deceptively hard shots to his body to get him to lower his guard, then offering a powerful kick to his face that knocks him down. Somewhere in all this, the bell rings. Christi: My God! Jerry: Ya see, B Cool? You should never give a woman an opportunity like that. Christi: That was incredible. Rachel looks to deliver an elbow drop, but B Cool quickly rolls out of the way, jumping back up to his feet. He whirls to face Rachel, who was almost as quick as she faces him as well. Using the superior size of his arms, he polls hers in, and pins them to her sides. Then, releasing her for only a second, he whips her into the ropes, and executes a quick scoop slam to take her down. Then, he immediately applies an armbar. Christi: B Cool seems to be trying to end this early with a submission. Jerry: For once, I was gonna say that. But I was gonna add that it's typical of a softy. Rachel cries out in pain for a moment, but very quickly counters the move, pulling her arm free and putting pressure on B Cool's arm. Christi: And now Rachel counters. She is really, really in this thing. Jerry: Nah. B Cool is donna get beat, no doubt, but it's because he's being stupid. B Cool reaches the ropes, and before long, he's back up. Rachel hurries up as well, and both begin staring at one another. Rachel's expression is one of desperate determination, while B Cool's is businesslike, as he looks at Rachel as nothing more than an opponent for now. She intends to fight him, so he will fight back. Jerry: Isn't it a little late for a staredown? Christi: I don't think so in this case. These two started off quickly, without really sizing each other up. This is that time. Jerry: Oooo. You're so good at trying to be smart. Christi: And you're so good at succeeding at idiocy. B Cool strides forward suddenly, and goes for a kick. Rachel blocks it, and like a pro, begins to perform her Rockaby Baby finisher. However, as she begins to spin with his leg still in her grasp, his arm comes up, and slams into her head with a powerful clothesline. She instantly loses her grip, and falls forward. Jerry: Wait... Did he just bate her? That's fantastic! Great stickin it to the woman, B Cool. Christi: He may've been bating her, I guess. It did seem awfully convenient. Regardless, it has to be considered smart. After all, it worked. Jerry: Yeah it worked. She's down and out! Christi: She's not out. Rachel is already stirring, and is back on her feet a few seconds later. She and B Cool size each other up again, and then both move at once. No planned traps, just pure adrenaline. B Cool tries for a grab, but Rachel ducks down and slips through his legs, coming up behind him. He is able to sense her, and goes for a back elbow, but she blocks it, knees him hard in the back, and then, using the arm he had tried to deliver the elbow with, whips him into the ropes. He bounces off of them, managing to turn his momentum into a spin, so he's coming at her head on. She's waiting, ready to do a spectacular move, and she rushes him just before he reaches her. However, he's ready once again, slamming a kick into her gut, and delivering the Cool Cutter. Jerry: Cool Cutter, and Woman's down again! Christi: That was an incredible flurry of moves by both competitors. They both have really good ring awareness. Jerry: It hardly matters what else happened. The Cool Cutter strikes again. Christi: And he's going for the cover. Rachel doesn't move, and B Cool's expression becomes apologetic again as he pins her. 1... 2... 3! The bell rings, and Raise Up starts to play again. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, B Cool! Christi: And you said he would lose. Jerry: He stopped being stupid. There is always a chance of that. B Cool gets to his feet, reaching down to shake Rachel out of her stunned state, then to help her up. She accepts the offer, pulling herself to her feet with his support. He begins trying to talk to her again, but she just gives him a sad look, and bolts out of the ring before he or anyone can stop her. He shrugs, turns, and makes his own exit. Christi: Well regardless of what you think, which I'm sure you get a lot, it was a really great match. I do wish Rachel would stop... Well, she's accepted his offer for help and... Jerry: Look at her go! Christi: I feel for that girl, I truly do. Jerry: And now, before Christi here has the urge to continue discussing her feelings, we've gotta end the show. It's been fun, in an angering sort of way. Christi: I hope to see you all next week. Thanks for joining us here on Aggression. We briefly see Rachel in the back, looking close to tears once again before our scene fades to the SWA logo, and then to black. |
