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Voice: We all strive for success.
We see a still shot of Alex Shade.
Voice: The ladder to success is long, and perilous.
We switch to another shot of the triple threat competitors.
Voice: But no matter what, we must seek to climb.
Now we see side by side images of Gidget and Ventor.
Voice: Tonight, some superstars will fall. But all are united in one
common goal. That goal, to gain just a little…
We now see the entire scheduled card side by side with the PPV banner.
Voice: Altitude.
Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes begins to play, its simple drums
and bass opening actually serving to build the moment before we cut to
the arena, and the cheering crowd. The banner flies high, as do the
crowd signs, and pyros explode on stage. The song continues playing as
we pan around the crowd one last time, then come to rest on our three
man announce team, Bob, Cal, and of course, Jerry.
Bob: Good evening, and welcome once again to Columbus Ohio, and SWA
Altitude! I’m Bob Macatire sitting alongside Cal Norton and Jerry
Sheppard, and we’ve got a great show for you tonight.
Cal Norton: Absolutely. Multiple titles on the line here tonight, and
some great matches all around.
Jerry: Like the Xtreme title! Cause you know, that’s the best one.
Bob: Uh, sure. But then we’ve also got the Anarchy and Commissioner
championships on the line, and those both in one match.
Cal: And let’s not forget the tag team contest. Number one contendership
for the Tag Titles decided in a four-team competition.
Jerry: But the Xtreme title!
Bob: Yes, we know.
Cal: I say we get started here, Bob.
Quick Results:
Tom didn’t turn in his match, so here’s the rundown between Dominic
McManus and Calypso
Just after Calypso’s entrance, we saw this.
Cal: Focused as always
Calypso...
Jerry: It's Kendra!
Kendra indeed is here. She
runs down the ramp and Michelle turns around just in time to see Kendra
get right into her face.
Bob: You know when Kendra
has had enough there is going to be trouble and I honestly don't want to
be in Michele's place right now.
Michelle backs away or at
least tries to. Kendra prevents her from going too far though. Kendra
then unloads on Michelle with a series of vicious punches. Michelle's
vertical base fails her and she falls onto the floor hard. Kendra grabs
Michelle's head and rams it into the ring steps several times.
Cal: Michelle has had this
coming for some time now and I love it.
Jerry: You are not the
only one. I bet Riz Is loving this.
Calypso seems too stunned
to be able to react to this. He just stands there as Kendra now grabs a
steel chair. She raises it and smashes it into the knee of Michelle. The
latter screams out in pain. Kendra does this a second time and then a
third.
Bob: She is putting her
full force into those shots here gentlemen and Calypso doesn't know what
to do. He is standing there and just seems at a total loss.
Cal: I don't think even
Calypso would want to do anything about this right now. When someone is
driven it's hard to stop them.
Kendra grabs the leg of
Michelle and rams it into the ring post. Michelle is still screaming in
pain and has her hands over her face. Finally Kendra stomps down on the
leg and there is a crack and after a gasp from Michelle she falls
silent.
Jerry: Crack! What a
sickening sound!
Bob: If you guys can here
me in the back we need medics out here and now. Michelle's leg is
broken.
Cal: What a shocking way
to make your return. Like her or hate her, she knows exactly how to get
the job done.
Jerry: She does and We
will not be seeing Michelle for quite some time to come.
Bob: Riz has to be over
the moon right now. This woman has caused so much misery for him and
with Kendra showing Michelle exactly what she thinks of her, things have
to be looking up.
Medics come down to tend to Michelle
as Kendra heads back up to the ramp and to the back.
The match then got started. Calypso came out of the gate guns blazing,
dominating early with a series of power moves, and definitely showing he
was angry. However, Dominic answered back with some clever moves, taking
advantage of Calypso’s little mistakes. It was one of these, a missed
body splash that was supposed to connect directly with McManus, that
allowed him to take advantage, as Calypso completely missed, landing
hard on the mat and knocking the wind out of himself. McManus seized the
opportunity, rolled the surprised Calypso over, and got the cover. He
then headed quickly to the back, leaving Calypso looking even angrier
than before.
Bob The show rolls right along and this whole situation with Thomas and
Seth has to come to ahead here.
They will be facing off in this buried alive match and I am sure
that this match will spring a surprise or two before it's done.
Jerry: Finally we will be
done with all of this nonsense and we can get back to something more
interesting.
Cal: Now that's very harsh Jerry.
After all the stuff Thomas has been through he deserves this
opportunity and perhaps a lesson for Seth along the way.
Bob: Could the crafty sleaze
ball sneak away with a
victory or will Thomas get a win and more importantly get some well
deserved retribution? Let's
get down to ringside and get this match underway.
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Seth Blitzer vs. Thomas Von Karstein - buried alive match
Tim Marshal: The following contest is a buried alive match. The way to
win is to put your opponent into the coffin, close the lid and literally
bury them alive.
Light blue lights flash all over the arena, the blue lights come together
into a spotlight on Seth walking on stage. He stops at the top of the
ramp and holds his arms up and turns, presenting himself to the crowd,
as fireworks go off from the top of the stage.
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, weighing one
hundred and ninety three pounds, here is Seth Blitzer!
Jerry: You know even though
he is a sleaze ball that's not something that is easy to pull off but he
manages to do it pretty well.
In fact I would say he is extremely proficient at it.
Bob: Which is totally
disgusting. Singing that stupid song during his promo highlighted the
kind of man he is.
Cal: If Thomas gets his way
at least we will be rid of him for some time.
It's obvious Thomas really wants to hurt him more than Seth has
ever been hurt before.
He makes his way to the ring with a smirk on his face. He slides in and
stands in the center of the ring waiting for Thomas Von Karstein with a
confident look on his face.
"Awake and Alive" by Skillet hits the speakers and the lights become
blood red. As the actual lyrics begin Thomas emerges on the ramp. He
looks around at the fans, an intensive focused stare. He starts
descending the ramp.
Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Germany, weighing two hundred and thirty
pounds, Thomas Von Karstein!
Jerry: Thomas has a huge
opportunity here and he really needs to take advantage of it.
Let's face it, he has done very little in the ring of late.
I know this is not about that though.
This is not about wins and losses but about revenge.
I am hoping he shows that more here than he did in his promo.
Cal: If he can't get himself
set for this match then he will never be set for anything.
Arguably this is the biggest match of his career.
Bob: I can see him pulling this off guys, he has to.
Jerry: Oh some good analysis there Bob, how will we ever compete with
that? He will win because he
has to?
He pauses at the grave and looks at it for a moment. Then he continues to
the ring. He climbs the steps and enters over the second rope. He
stands in the middle of the ring and looks around again at the fans. As
if to check it was all real. Then he focuses his attention to Seth who
is waiting in his corner.
After both men look at the prepared grave at ringside the bell rings and
the match is underway.
Thomas charges forwards and drops Seth to the mat.
He then pounds away at Seth with strong lefts and rights.
Seth rolls away but Thomas is right after him.
Thomas grabs Seth's head and rams it into the ring post several
times. Thomas then goes to
the outside of the ring and locates a chair.
Bob: I told you guys.
Thomas has everything going for him right now and Seth only has
himself to blame.
Jerry: It's still early days
Bob, things can still change around, so don't think this match is over
by a long shot.
Thomas climbs into the ring and with chair in hand makes his way over to
Seth. The latter is on his
feet though and spotting Thomas he kicks out and the chair hits Thomas
in the face which drops him to the mat.
The crowd boo as Seth grabs the chair and smacks Thomas with it.
He attempts to do this a second time but Thomas rolls away and
gets to his feet. Thomas
charges forwards and spears Seth to the mat.
Seth complains to the referee that Thomas has his hair but the
ref says that Thomas never even touched his head.
Bob: Oh come on, that's ridiculous.
Jerry: Well you don't know
that for sure Bob. Maybe he
did grab his hair on the way down.
Thomas picks up Seth and tosses him out of the ring.
After following Seth to the outside Thomas charges at Seth and
punches him a number of times.
Seth falls to the floor and his head hits the metal stairs.
Thomas looks down at Seth for a moment growling and snarling at him.
This though ends up being an opening for Seth who with one hand
rubbing his head delivers a low blow with the other one.
Thomas of course doubles over in pain.
Jerry: Men all over the world
are now cringing after that shot from Seth.
Bob: It fits him to do a move like that.
Cal: Well Seth is a desperate man at this point Bob he had to do
something to turn it around.
There are no rules and he just took advantage of that.
Seth then gets to his feet and walks Thomas to the coffin which is laying
closed in the prepared makeshift grave.
Seth delivers a DDT onto the coffin lid.
He then punches away at Thomas shouting something about how he
taught him everything he knew.
Thomas then rolls away from Seth and gets to his feet.
This time he wastes no time and clotheslines Seth who lands on
the floor hard. Thomas
mounts him and once again pounds away at the face of Seth.
Seth tries to fight out of this but Thomas's rage is such that
Seth is not able to. A hard
blow lands on the nose of Seth and Blood begins to pour out in one rapid
stream.
Jerry: Bloooooood!
Bob: Maybe you will care about this more now Jerry.
Jerry: I am a professional Bob.
Bob: and?
Jerry: Never mind Bob, just call the match.
Cal: Look at Seth's face. I
wouldn't want to be near a mirror and him at the same time right now.
Thomas picks up Seth and drags him back to the coffin.
He opens it up and tosses Seth into it.
As he is about to lower the lid Seth kicks it back in Thomas's
face. Thomas staggers back
and Seth is able to climb out of the coffin.
Seth goes for a big right but Thomas avoids it.He then grabs the
neck of Seth and lifts him in the air.
Thomas chokeslams Seth onto the floor.
Bob: Seth is down, he has just been chokeslamed onto the floor.
Cal: We don't have to remind
folks how little protection is out there.
Jerry: Yes little protection?
More like zero protection Cal.
When you hit that floor like that you feel it
for days.
Thomas picks up Seth one more time.
He then sets him up for a bodyslam but applies a waistlock when
Seth is upside down. Thomas
then delivers a tombstone piledriver and Seth lands hard on the floor
near the coffin. After a
nudge from Thomas with his foot Seth is rolled into the coffin and
Thomas goes to close the lid.
Jerry: Thomas is going to
take it right here. There is
no way Seth can get up after that Tombstone piledriver.
Cal: Seth is out for the count and so much more.
Bob: That was a huge move guys and I think finally Thomas will be able to
put this whole situation behind him, but what a way to do it.
Thomas closes the lid and then the dirt is piled onto the top of the
coffin as the bell rings.
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Thomas Von Karstein!
Cal: He did it then. Thomas
got his revenge on Seth like he said he was going to.
Cal: What a match and a huge boost for Thomas.
He may be too tired to see that now but just wait till it sets
in.
Jerry It wasn't bad really.
Bob: That's all you are going to Say Jerry?
Jerry: Yep.
Cal: Well as we look at an exhausted Thomas... Wait just a minute.
Thomas breathes hard after
his victory, bending over, supporting himself on his own legs. He looks
at the grave, satisfied and his concentration is only on it. So he does
not notice, unlike the crowd, what happens. Fans jump into the arena,
six of them. They slowly approach him unnoticed. Woman and Men of all
sorts. Suddenly Thomas's music is interrupted and the woman we all knew
as the speaker comes out holding a mic. She is dressed in the attire of
a doctor and has a very arrogant smirk on her face. Her green eyes are
cold as she looks at Thomas. He noticed his music being interrupted and
turns to the entrance. As he sees her, he freezes. Pure anger and
hatred, but also shock on his face as he glares at her. Hissing a name
but it isn't picked up by the mics. Then he raises a finger, points at
her and shouts something. She just smirks and raises the mic to her
lips.
Bob: This is crazy.
First some people storm in and now this?
Cal: Hopefully we will
find out what's going on and soon.
Jerry: He hasn't noticed
the crowd telling him to do that, I don't think he will pay any
attention to you Cal.
Jerry: Let's play a game
of shoot the vampire everyone.
Bob: Jerry this is
disgusting. Just when Thomas
has Dr. Jademore where he wants her those assistance of hers get right
involved.
Cal: As she intended no
doubt.
The fans boo and scream
their annoyance and hatred for these people. But they don't care.
Jademore looks shocked at Thomas, not believing what just happened.
Jerry: I am guessing that
he is the speaker's grand father, he looks like he is two hundred years
old.
They nod as a pair of EMT
like dressed people emerges from the entrance with a stretcher. They
begin to strap Thomas on it. The old man now looks at Jademore who looks
back up at him. She looks scared.
Jerry: On their lunch
break perhaps?
Bob; That's it then?
Thomas is gone?
Cal: Kind of a surreal
moment here. Thomas has been
kidnapped and Dr. Jademore is no longer calling the shots.
Bob: It's been an
interesting tale for Thomas and it's looking like it's all over for now.
Jerry: Yep... So moving
on, we have more matches to get to.
Bob: How caring of you,
Jerry. Nevertheless you’re right.
Jerry: Can you honestly
blame me? The Xtreme championship is on the line!
Cal: That it is. Our
Xtreme champion, Gidget, is about to defend his title against Mark
Ventor.
Bob: I’d go so far as to
say our unlikely Xtreme champion.
Cal: Well I don’t know
about that, but let’s get to Tim before Jerry has an aneurism.
Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is
for the SWA Xtreme Championship!
"Bad" by Michael Jackson begins to play, and
Gidget comes straight down to the ring, heading up the steps and
crawling beneath the bottom rope. He moves to the middle of the ring,
doing a little Michael Jackson spin, stopping and grabbing his crotch,
doing the whole Jackson pose as he lets out a scream.
Tim Marshal: Now in the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 115
pounds, he is the SWA Xtreme champion, Gidget!
Bob: Well it would seem that Gidget is at somewhat of a disadvantage
here tonight.
Jerry: Wow, Bob, you really are stupid. Are you thinking he's at a
disadvantage because of his size? If that were actually true, would
Behemoth not win every single match?
Cal: I can hardly believe Jerry's advocating for anyone, but he's got a
point, Bob.
Bob: True, but his career so far...
Jerry: Career Schmareer. Little Gidget's up for the Xtreme title now,
and he's actually on point this time around as well. Those past losses
mean nothing at this moment in time.
Cal: Is it because you hate Ventor?
Bob: Oh right. Yeah, that's it.
Jerry: Oh wonderful. I show support for someone, and you two jump on my
backs. Whatever, losers.
Gidget's music fades out. "Wolfbiker" by Evergreen Terrace begins to
play as Ventor walks out onto the stage. As Ventor makes his way to the
ring, orange pyros erupt from the stage.
Tim Marshal: And the challenger, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in
at 280 pounds, Mark Ventor!
Bob: And here's the challenger. He makes up over 2 Gidgets in weight
alone.
Jerry: Here you go again. By your logic, Behemoth should be a God! He
makes about six of you, right?
Bob: I was just...
Cal: Let him alone, Jerry. He was only making the comparison for the
crowd.
Jerry: The Jerryatrics already get it, and the rest don't matter.
Bob: Oh that's nice.
Jerry: Isn't it though?
He begins to strut down the ramp in a flashy robe, getting a mixed
reaction from the crowd. He slides into the ring, raising his hands in
the air, to make his arms shaped like a "V." He jumps off and takes his
robe off. He folds it up and looks across and down at Gidget, who hops
from foot to foot in his corner as if preparing to charge.
Jerry: Look at Gidget. he's just rarin to go, that awesome little guy.
Go get 'em, Gidge!
Cal: Gidge? He's shortening his name now?
Bob: This is definitely because he doesn't like Ventor.
The bell rings, and Ventor moves as fast as he can across the ring,
expecting Gidget to move fast as well. Gidget does move fast, but not in
the way Ventor had anticipated. When Ventor has almost reached him,
Gidget goes down flat, and slides right out of the ring. Ventor is
barely able to stop himself before hitting the ropes.
Bob: Where's Gidget going?
Jerry: Do you get stupider every single day? Remember, Bob, this is an
Xtreme rules match. Those odds you think are so great? Well, Gidget's
just about to change your mind.
Indeed, Gidget reaches under the ring, and pulls something out, standing
up straight as he does. The weapon he has selected is a nightstick. He
examines it carefully, then turns to look at Ventor, who is just
beginning to step over the ropes. Quickly, Gidget places the nightstick
right on the outside, just below the apron, and steps away sideways,
watching. Ventor's motion is completed, and he steps down right onto the
nightstick. He trips, and his other foot, which had still been halfway
in the ring, is yanked out as he falls forward, landing hard on his face
right on the floor.
Bob: Oh my God!
Cal: Oh wow. Gidget didn't even need to take a swing!
Jerry: Most creative use of a weapon I've ever seen! Is there blood yet?
Come on, let me look...
Bob: No, Jerry, there isn't.
Gidget frantically leaps onto the upper back of Ventor, and begins
pounding his fists into the back of Ventor's head.
Jerry: Well, there might be soon.
Gidget continues pounding, screaming inaudible sentences into Ventor's
ear. Whether it is the fists that knock some sense into him, or just
general recovery is uncertain, but Ventor finally gets his wits about
him, and jerks his upper body up and back, hurling Gidget off of him.
Gidget lands in a heap on the floor, but quickly gets back to his feet.
Ventor, however, is also getting up.
Bob: And Ventor throws him off.
Cal: You've gotta give Gidget this, though. Being as small as he is, he
was back on his feet in no time.
Ventor walks slowly toward Gidget, who for the moment just looks at him.
Then, Gidget moves, trying to shoot through Ventor's legs. Ventor
predicts the move, though, and snaps his legs together when Gidget is
between them. Gidget struggles, but Ventor just reaches down, scoops him
up, and tosses him in the general direction of the ring. Gidget flies
over the top rope, and lands almost in the exact center. Definitely a
lucky throw on Ventor's part.
Cal: And there goes Gidget's momentum, stopped in its tracks in the most
literal of senses.
Jerry: With Ventor's legs. Man, that's some cruelty right there.
Bob: Cruelty? If Ventor had waited, Gidget would've found a way to bite
him in the...
Jerry: Now Bob, just cause that'd be awesome doesn't mean you have to
shout. Calm your little self.
Ventor reaches under the ring, and grabs the most conventional and
common Xtreme weapon, a steel chair. He climbs into the ring, and
approaches Gidget, who is still trying to recover from a dazed state.
Ventor raises the chair high, but then Gidget leaps to his feet, and
begins darting around the ring. Ventor doesn't act foolishly on this
occasion though. He doesn't chase Gidget, as Gidget is probably hoping
he will. He stands back, near the corner so Gidget can't get behind him.
Then, when Gidget is near enough in front of him, probably just about to
attempt some kind of move, Ventor takes his swing, not swinging low and
straight across, but straight down from on high instead. The chair
smashes into Gidget's skull, and he collapses, driven first down to his
knees, then falling limply onto his back.
Cal: Oh man! That chair smashed right into his head!
Bob: A shot like that could've killed Gidget. I'm totally serious here,
folks.
Jerry: Oh look. There's bloooooooo... Uh, blood. Huh. Not sure how I
feel about it right now, considering the person I'm rooting for is... Ah
hell with it. Bloooooood!
Ventor stares down at Gidget for a long time, then drops down to make
the cover.
Bob: The cover! Man it's gotta be over.
1...
2...
To the astonishment of all, Gidget manages, not to kick out really, but
to muscle his way out from underneath Ventor. He breathes hard, coughing
a bit, but he sits up. Ventor does too a momemnt later, though the shock
on his face is visible to anyone.
Cal: Gidget with the kickout! Unbelievable! How he took a shot like
that...
Jerry: He didn't kick out! He rolled out! Oh man, not only is that a
beautiful pun, but it's the best pin escape I've ever seen! Hey, it's a
pin pun!
Bob: I can't really argue, that was pretty incredible.
Jerry: Ya know something, Cal? Mr. Good and Wholesome over here oughta
be rooting for the little guy, but just because I am, he's not.
Bob: That's not...
Cal: I'm not touchin it.
Jerry: That's what Kristen says to him every night. How you knew I'll
never know, but you might not wanna talk about it in front of him. He's
sensitive.
Bob: What the...
Cal: Maybe that's why... Nevermind, that's cruel. Sorry, Bob.
Jerry: (chuckling) No, say it! Fine, I'll say it! Maybe that's why she
won't touch it! He's so sensitive!
Bob: Oh my God...
Jerry: That's what you say when...
Cal: OK, Jerry, that's enough. Looks like both men have reached their
feet.
Indeed both men are now standing, though Gidget just barely. It is
evident that the chairshot took a whole lot out of him, as he stumbles
and staggers around the ring. Ventor sees a tremendous opportunity, and
steps forward, watching Gidget, who begins moving toward the chair on
the mat. Ventor edges that way as well. Then, when Ventor feels Gidget
is close enough, he cocks back a fist, and goes for a left hook. The
blow sails way over Gidget's head, however, and what happens afterward
happens very quickly. Ventor looks down at Gidget, and notices that he's
not staggering and stumbling anymore. In fact, he's smiling up at Ventor,
even as he delivers a most savage low blow which puts Ventor on his
knees. Gidget then scurries, fast as ever, around behind Ventor, and
boots him in the back of the head. Ventor falls forward, his face and
forehead connecting resoundingly with the steel chair. He rolls limply
onto his side, blood oozing from a huge gash in his head, which is
screaming with agony right along with his groin. The crowd roars as
Gidget, who just can't help taking a minute to gloat, turns his little
smile on the crowd.
Bob: No way! he was faking it! That chairshot didn't nearly end this
match at all! Gidget still had a lot left in the tank!
Cal: And look how he used it! What an insanely clever move!
Jerry: Look, more bloooooood!
Bob: The cover! Unbelievable!
Grunting, Gidget shoves Ventor onto his back, then flops onto him to
make the cover. Referee Katie Williams makes the count.
Jerry: Count it, Katie!
1...
2...
3!
The crowd roars again as the bell rings, and Gidget's music begins to
play.
Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and still SWA
Xtreme champion, Gidget!
Bob: Gidget retains! Gidget retains! What an upset, and what a match!
Cal: Bob, Gidget has just launched his career, no doubt about it. I
expected that chairshot to do him in, but with endurance like that, well
we may be looking at an Xtreme legend.
Jerry: yeah! Never doubt the little guy, or he'll kick you in the balls!
Bob: I can't believe I'm saying this, but truer words were never spoken.
Wow!
Gidget proudly takes his new belt from Katie, and slides out of the ring
again. When he gets to his feet on the outside, he holds his belt as
high as he can before scuttling off to the back. Ventor finally sits up,
disbelieving, and quietly makes his own exit.
Jerry: yeah! I know! And what fantastic referee work by Katie Williams
there too!
Bob: But she barely had to...
Jerry: Hey, she did a great job at what she did. You'd better agree.
Bob: Uh, sure.
Cal: Jerry, is there something...
Jerry: Oh lord. You're about to ask a man who hates women if there's
something going on. Ha! I just feel Katie's been screwed around enough
by this place.
Bob: Right. Well though we, and the audience would love to bask in the
glow of Gidget's true Xtreme victory, we have to move on.
Jerry: Next up we have the tag team match that will determine the number
one contender for the skyfall tag team championships.
I have to admit I was not impressed with the effort in terms of
promos this week. I mean
come on guys. You may not be
used to tagging with each other but put in some effort.
Bob: Some people did give it a shot though Bob and I think it will show
in this match and perhaps will give them the boost they need to get the
job done.
Cal: Let's get it going then
fellahs. Take it away Tim.
Tim Marshal: The following
contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the number one
contendership for the Skyfall tag team championships.
The first team to score a pin fall or submission will be declared
as the number one contenders!
Mist rises up from the floor as Raise Up by Saliva begins to play. As
the song picks up, the arena lights flash brightly and B Cool steps
through the mist with a smile on his face.
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Columbus Ohio, weighing two hundred
and forty two pounds, here is the vice president of the SWA, B Cool
Brandon Cole!
Bob: The chemistry between B Cool and Sherman was definitely
interesting. You know a
youngster like Sherman could learn something from B Cool.
Jerry: If he didn't already
think he knew it all.
He walks proudly toward the ring, waving and smiling at fans as he goes.
He climbs in the ring, turns once again to the crowd, and raises his
arms in the air to their cheers. Then he moves to his corner.
Won't Back Down by Fuel begins to play, and Sherman steps through the
curtain. He is not alone, however. He has recruited some random
person from SWA staff to guide him to the ring, and he has a tight grip
on their elbow as he walks down the ramp, cane tap tapping away at the
metal.
Tim Marshal: And his tag team partner, on the way to the ring, from
Faribault Minnesota, weighing one hundred and seventy three pounds, here
is Sherman Witicker!
Cal: Huge opportunity for
Sherman here, teaming with B Cool could give him such momentum.
Bob: He certainly has something that this company needs and that is
enthusiasm, not that we lack it but the more the better.
He reaches the bottom, then is guided right up to the ring. He
recognizes this, and climbs in, leaning his cane in his corner, and then
moving to stand in front of it. The staffer that helped him
leaves, and his music fades out.
Burn It To The Ground hit’s the sound system, JR emerging on the stage,
a smirk planted on his face as he takes a moment to look around the
arena at these unworthy fans. He lifts a hand to his forehead,
giving a rather fake and sarcastic salute.
Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Los Angeles California, weighing two
hundred and fifteen pounds, here is JR!
Cal: No tag team partner for JR as Cody quit before the end of the week.
Jerry: JR seemed pleased by that and in a way who can blame him.
You don't want to be here
Cody then we don't want you here.
As he snaps his hand down large red pillars of pyro are set off on
either side of the ramp next to him before he runs down the ramp and
slides into the ring, popping up to his feet and taking a corner.
The lights go out except a blue spotlight which points at the entrance
until Royal appears.
Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Toulouse France, weighing two hundred and
thirty two pounds, here is Royal Delange!
Bob: A good show of loyalty towards his partner and you could really see
the respect between Royal and Behemoth.
Cal: That's the thing here, you are put into a situation and to make
anything of it you have to trust your partner.
The blue spotlight goes out then it is replaced by one Blood red one
which follows Royal as he makes his way to the ring. Royal enters the
ring and the blood spotlight goes out, leaving the place in darkness
until all the lights come back on.
The arena lights dim to almost nothing. On the Skytron, we see what
appears to be modern-day war footage of some sort. Two armies advance on
one another, weapons at the ready. Air raid sirens play in the
background, and the sounds of battle, explosions, planes flying
overhead, and other small skirmishes, can be heard from far off. We see
a figure on the horizon, coming ever closer as he strides through the
ranks of soldiers on one side. Finally this figure reaches the front
line, and steps ahead of it. It is, of course, the massive figure of
Behemoth, decked out in full body armour.. With one gesture,
Behemoth orders his men to halt. The anticipation, the built-up tension
on the air, causes the other army to do the same. He looks across at the
other army, his cool, and slightly cruel smile beginning to form slowly
on his face. Then, Behemoth raises his head to the sky, and issues
a war cry so mighty, it vibrates the very air. His army echoes his
bellow, and the charge begins. At the same time, Behemoth, in the flesh,
charges through the curtain, Natasha running alongside him as the drums,
guitar, and bass of Disturbed's Indestructible begin to play.
Tim Marshal: Introducing his tag team partner, from Germany, weighing
five hundred and thirty pounds, here is Behemoth!
Bob: The most experienced as far as tag team competition goes and it
showed. Behemoth showed it
and along with Royal this team could be in with a good chance.
Jerry: Well maybe. I thought that B Cool and Sherman were ready for this
match but you didn't mention it then Bob.
Behemoth's army meets the opposers, Behemoth still at the forefront, and
the slaughter begins. Though some fall from the army lead by
Behemoth, it is most certainly a one-sided battle. Behemoth is
weaponless of course, for everyone knows that he is a weapon himself. He
delivers punches so powerful that his opponents' heads snap back, their
necks breaking. He delivers blows so accurate, that the noses of other
opponents are jammed upward, directly into their brains. He is shot
again and again, but he never goes down. The battle continues on screen
as Natasha and Behemoth reach the ring. Behemoth steps over the ropes
like a Juggernaut, having lost almost no momentum from the run, and
Natasha rolls under the bottom rope. Behemoth turns briskly to the
crowd, and bellows his mighty cry once again, to their cheering. Then,
he faces Natasha, gives her a smile, and lifts her daintily out onto the
apron, from where she smiles back at him. He takes his corner, and
waits.
The lights dim and Hey Man Nice Shot rises through the arena. The music
blasts and with it an explosion of firey red and orange pyro erupts at
the entranceway.
Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Tulsa Oklahoma, weighing two hundred and
eighty pounds, Here is Sawyer Psychotic!
Cal: He doesn't like tag teams but he sure likes to fight so hey who
knows. Do a good enough job
and he and the Bread Zombie could take this match.
Jerry: And pigs could fly Cal, don't count your chickens just yet.
Sawyer, with a heavy stride heads to the ring. Up the stairs and steps
through the ropes.
"The Toast Song" from the Bob and Tom show starts to play and the lights
dim. The Bread Zombie limps on to the ramp. He pulls a baguette from his
pants and bits a peace off, then throws it at the fans and limps down
the ramp.
Tim Marshall: On the way to the ring, from the Bakery, weighing one
hundred and eighty five pounds, The Bread Zombie!
Jerry: This guy is disgusting.
Honestly I know we have an open policy on who is aloud in to the
company but seriously.
Bob: Just because he beat you Jerry, and at least he is not James
Michael Weaver JR.
On the way to the ring he spits the chewed baguette in the face of a
fan, precisely hitting the left eye. He bumps into the ring and shakes
his head in confusion. Then he grabs the ropes and with difficulty he
lifts himself on the apron. Then he bites the top rope to see if its
bread. Then he falls over it, into the ring and lands in a heap of
zombie. Then he gets up and limps around the ring once.
The bell rings and Sherman and the Bread Zombie begin the match.
Sherman grapples the referee and the Bread zombie bumps into both
of them. This breaks the
grapple and Sherman looking disgusted that he has to wrestle the Bread
Zombie with his disgusting smell elbows the undead in the chest.
The Bread Zombie staggers back and Sherman grabs an arm.
Sherman then punches away at the body of the zombie.
After several punches the Bread Zombie breaks free and staggers
towards a corner. Sawyer
tags himself in and makes his way to Sherman.
Sawyer picks up Sherman and delivers a strong suplex.
He then lands an elbow drop on the chest of Sherman.
Cal: Well after the unusual start to this match Looks like Sawyer is
ready to take control here.
Jerry: Only in the SWA will you find a zombie fighting a blind guy, the
home of diversity.
Sawyer whips Sherman into the ropes. When he comes back off them Sawyer
back drops him high into the air.
Whilst falling a flailing limb hits JR, tagging him in
inadvertently.
Bob: Remember that anyone can tag in anyone
Cal: Yes that's right. You just
have to make sure you keep an eye on the pin falls.
You stay in too long and exhaust
yourself then you are not going to win it for your team.
Sherman starts getting back to his feet, obviously intent on fighting
Sawyer some more. The referee yells at him to get out, but he doesn’t
understand. B Cool shouts over that he made an accidental tag, and
guides him verbally to their corner, where Sherman frustratedly climbs
out. JR and Sawyer lock up.
JR delivers a low blow and the crowd boo loudly.
He then follows this up with a snap suplex bringing the Psychotic
one to the mat. JR then goes
for the pin at once.
Cal: JR looking to steal the number one contendership for himself.
One...
Two...
Royal, B Cool and the Bread zombie charge in to break up the fall.
Royal and B Cool are able to get there in time but the Bread
zombie falls over.
Jerry: No not this time JR.
The referee then gets everyone except JR and Sawyer back to their
corners. Sawyer though tags
in B Cool and he and Jr begin to exchange lefts and rights.
B Cool delivers a drop toe hold and then locks in a half crab.
JR struggles and manages to hook the bottom rope.
B Cool breaks after the four of the count and moves back.
As soon as JR is on his feet B Cool moves forwards once again.
JR though is ready for him.
He delivers a thumb to the eye and quickly tags in Royal.
Cal: Cheep and dirty trick but it worked.
Jerry: Exactly, it worked.
Bob: Royal in for the first
time legally and here is his chance to make an impression.
Royal charges forwards and ends up running into a jumping side kick from
B Cool.
Jerry: he made a nice impression there Bob, he made an impression on the
mat.
B Cool picks up Royal and takes him to his corner.
B Cool tags in Sherman and they both deliver a double DDT.
B Cool takes his leave and Sherman goes for a pin.
Jerry: Pin attempt after that double DDT by Sherman.
One...
Two...
Behemoth, Sawyer and the Bread zombie charge in to break the pin
attempt. Sawyer and Behemoth
make it but the Bread zombie once again falls to the mat way short of
where he needs to be.
Bob: Intervention once again and this match continues on.
Royal sits up and finding himself near his corner is able to make his
way over to tag in his partner Behemoth.
Sherman is now on his feet and B Cool informs him of the
locations of Behemoth.
Sherman turns but Behemoth picks him up easily and tosses him into the
air. Sherman crashes to the
mat. Behemoth makes his way
over to Sherman but his opponent is able to roll away.
His outstretched arm connects with the leg of the Bread Zombie
causing the tag. The Bread
Zombie limps in and goes for a right.
Behemoth dodges and picks up the Bread zombie.
He delivers a huge powerslam to the Zombie.
Jerry: The Zombie just got pan caked.
Bob: Ha ha Jerry really funny.
Behemoth goes for a pin at this point.
One...
Two...
JR breaks the pin attempt!
Cal: Wow so close there.
As the bread Zombie sits up he spots Behemoth but can't get up quick
enough and Behemoth whips him into the ropes.
Sawyer quickly reaches out and touches the shoulder of Bread
zombie, tagging himself in.
at the other side of the ring Behemoth tags in Royal.
Sawyer then punches Royal and then picks him up.
He completes the fall away slam.
Bob: Sawyer Psychotic taking charge here.
Cal: I think he is going to do more than that Bob,
Look he may try to end it right here.
Sawyer whips Royal into the corner.
He then lifts him and sits him on the top turnbuckle
As Sawyer climbs onto the second rope Royal pushers himself off
and grabs the head of Sawyer.
Royal completes the swinging DDT.
Cal: What a counter but Royal needs to make the pin as soon as he can.
Bob: Look out Royal.
JR tags himself in and goes for the pin fall.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: He kicked out. I am so
glad, it would have been horrible had that man won this match.
Sawyer gets to his feet and after exchanging a few lefts and rights with
JR he whips JR into the ropes.
JR quickly tags himself out and it's B Cool who makes his way in
JR's place. B Cool goes for
the Cool cutter but Sawyer blocks it.
B Cool then whips Sawyer into the ropes and Sawyer is brought
down by a jumping side kick.
B Cool goes for an elbow drop but Sawyer rolls out of the way.
Sawyer tags in the Bread Zombie who limps back into the ring.
B Cool then kicks the Bread Zombie in the gut.
He follows up with a neck breaker.
As he goes for a pin though JR Sawyer and Royal make their way
into the ring. The referee
tells them to leave and The Bread zombie escapes the pin attempt.
B Cool stands up near where JR is and JR tags himself back in.
JR charges forwards but the Bread Zombie catches him with a big
boot. The Bread Zombie then
whips JR into a corner. It
ends up being Royal and Behemoth's corner.
Behemoth tags himself in and charges at the Bread Zombie,
and connects with a shoulder block.
Behemoth picks up the Bread zombie and sets him up for the
Tenderiser. He is able to
complete the move.
Bob: There is the Tenderiser!
This match could be over right here.
One...
Two...
People run in to break it up.
Three!
They're not able to get there quick enough and the bell rings as
Behemoth stands up victorious.
Tim Marshal: Here are your winners and the number one contenders for the
Skyfall tag team
championships, Behemoth and Royal Delange!
Cal: What a match! That was just simply fantastic and a huge win for
Behemoth and Royal Delange.
Bob: Now they will advance to face Dirk and Billy at some later date. The
competitors make their way to the back and after a little more
celebrating so do the winners of the match looking pleased and
satisfied.
Jerry: Not a bad match at all but we have to move on swiftly.
Bob: Yes because next up is some gold and I can't wait to see how things
unfold in that one.
Cal: Neither can I.
Jerry: Can we just do the Xtreme match over?
Bob: There's huge implications in our upcoming match, and a lot of
personal animosity as well.
Cal: Yep, none of these
three like each other and we've got both the Anarchy Title and
Commissionership on the line.
Jerry: We all know who Bob will be rooting for, least professional
announcer ever I swear.
Bob: Shut up Jerry, look who's talking. Tim, get us started.
Tim Marshal: The following is a triple threat match, and it is scheduled
for two falls! The winner of the first fall will be the SWA Anarchy
Champion, and the winner of the second fall will be the SWA Commissioner
Champion!
"The Way I Am" starts playing over the PA, and Sasso emerges onto the
entrance ramp as the crowd greets him with their cheers. He makes his
way down the ramp at an average pace, not deliberately, but not in any
hurry either.
Tim Marshal: Introducing the challengers, first, now residing in
Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 305 pounds, Brian Sasso!
Bob: Brian's the crowd favorite here tonight, and I'd imagine that is
just going to fire him up even more.
Cal: He's a passionate man, and has really become one whose already
impressive drive is fueled more by those around him.
Jerry: They're just cheering because of the two idiot bimbos he's
facing.
The usual smirk on his face nowhere to be seen, he appears to be in his
own world. He stops and can be seen muttering something inaudible to
himself under his breath before he hops up on the apron and vaults
himself over the ropes. He runs to the far end of the ring and springs
off the ropes before pacing in place in the middle of the ring awaiting
his opponents.
The arena goes black, Vicarious by Tool hits the PA, and the opening of
the song plays out to the :46 second mark before a spotlight shines out
on the stage. Angel makes her way out and surveys her surroundings.
Tim Marshal: Introducing next, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing in at
101 pounds, Angel Acheron!
Cal: We already saw one midget victorious earlier tonight in a title
match, could we be seeing another?
Jerry: She's not a midget, she's a ginger, which explains why she has no
soul. There's a big difference.
Bob: Can we please just focus on the match? She's a disturbed young
woman is what she is.
After the lyrics kick in at the 1:07 mark, she makes her way down to the
ring slowly, keeping focused on the task at hand. Climbing into the
ring, she takes her corner keeping an eye on Brian.
The arena goes black before her music 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: Introducing their opponent, she is the SWA Commissioner
Champion and SWA Anarchy Champion, from Santa Fe, New Mexico, weighing
in at 151 pounds, Ally Daniels!
Jerry: Have you noticed none of these three seem to be paying much
attention to the crowd during their entrances?
Cal: Well, they're very focused. And I have to say, I'm impressed with
the composure Ally kept this week with all the pressure put on her.
Bob: Obviously her chances of walking out with both titles are very
slim, about 1 in 6 that she'd win both falls I think. But do you think
she'll have some egg on her face if she doesn't manage to keep either of
them, even though it's still only about 1 in 3 she'll be able to just
retain one? This match was her idea after all.
Cal: No, not really any more than anyone does when they don't win a
match. She was doing her job making this match, both as a Champion and
Commissioner. We may not think Angel deserves a shot at the
Commissioner's belt, but it's Martial Law. She thought quickly on her
feet when put in a tough spot to create a high profile intriguing match
for the Pay Per View, and settle the challenges for both belts in one
fell swoop.
Climbing onto the apron she spins and leans back against the ropes
facing the entrance ramp posing for a moment before she climbs into the
ring and after removing her wacky cape, unstraps her title belts and
hands them to Senior Official Bill Graves. The bell rings, and Brian
seems to be trying to decide who he wants to target first as the three
circle each other. He starts to lunge towards Ally, and she steps back.
Angel tries to blindside him as this happens, but he seemed to
anticipate this and scoops her up with a big double leg takedown
slamming her down hard to the mat. Mounting her, he throws down wild
punches and hammer fists, busting her face up already. He continues to
do so, until Ally swoops in dropping down to catch him in the temple
with a spinning capoeira kick. Grabbing Angel, she tosses the diminutive
redhead out of the ring to get it down to a one on one match for the
moment. As Brian gets back to his feet, Ally takes him down again with a
standing sweep kick and then goes to drop an elbow but Brian rolls out
of the way. Both of them scramble up, and Brian is quicker to strike as
he levels her with a big boot catching her right on the jaw. He delivers
a hard stomp to her head, then lifts her up and folds her up with a huge
exploder suplex dropping her on her head and neck. Before he can go for
a cover, Angel who had returned to the ring hits a low dropkick to his
knee. Following up with an eye gouge, she plants him with a high angle
DDT and goes for a cover.
One ...
Two ...
Ally dives in to break it up with a double axe handle to her back.
Bob: Angel using the dirty tactics there to gain the upper hand.
Cal: Well, it's to be expected. She's concerned with getting results,
not how she gets them.
Jerry: Stupid going for a cover there, all that did was let Ally get the
advantage.
Ally takes Angel over with a snap suplex, and fakes going for a cover.
As Brian dives in to break it up she dodges out of the way instead
letting him drop a hard forearm shot down to the midsection of Angel.
She measures him as he gets back up, and springs off the ropes catching
him flush with a springboard roundhouse kick. With him down, she stays
on the offensive heading to the corner and delivering a split legged
moonsault to Angel.
One ...
Two ...
Angel kicks out, getting her left shoulder up.
Jerry: Another stupid cover there, dumb women.
Cal: I'd call Ally a lot of things, dumb isn't one of them.
Bob: It's best not to argue with him Cal.
Sasso's recovered by this point, and yanks Ally up by the hair before
grabbing a rear waistlock and delivering a release german suplex. As
Angel pulls herself up, he delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex to
her. He takes a look trying to decide who to cover, then instead rolls
out of the ring and starts searching for something. He tosses a steel
chair into the ring, then emerges with a bag of thumbtacks to a big pop
from the crowd. Rolling back in, he pours all the tacks out and tosses
the bag to the side before grabbing the chair. Wielding it, he winds up
and nails Angel with a thunderous shot to the head sending her crumpling
to the mat. Ally for her part stays down, perhaps wisely and Brian goes
for the cover on Angel not wanting to pass up this shot to capture the
prestigious Anarchy Title.
One ...
Two ...
Ally, who had been playing possum again jumps in to break up the cover.
Cal: Angel wasn't moving there, I think that would have had her.
Jerry: Of course it would have, until that meddling Ally had to stick
her nose in and mess that up.
Cal: She's trying to win the fall Jerry, it's kind of her job.
Bob: Nonetheless, Brian's rolling here and he could be closing in on the
title.
Brian shoves Ally away, after she breaks up the pin, doing so with
enough force that it knocks her down momentarily. He goes for a bicycle
kick, but she ducks under and then catches him with a textbook step up
enziguiri. With both of her opponents down, the chair lying in the ring
and the thumbtacks as well she has a decision to make. And much to the
displeasure of the booing fans, that decision involves her using the
chair as a broom of sorts to sweep the thumbtacks all into a neat pile
before she slides it out of the ring. Grabbing the bag from where it
lies, she starts scooping all the tacks up until they're back in the bag
and then tosses it out of the ring as the cameras overhear her saying
"I've got no use for these, and it's a two fall match. Best to get them
out of the way now since I won't be using them. "
Jerry: What is that evil bitch doing? This match was just getting good!
I want blood!
Bob: I think she might be slightly insane.
Bob: Obviously as someone who doesn't use weapons it may help her down
the line as the match heads to the second fall, but still. In the short
term, she's going to be left regretting this if she doesn't pick up the
first one to retain the Anarchy Title.
She turns to Sasso, who was the first to recover and goes to deliver a
side russian leg sweep which is block as he delivers a pair of elbows to
create some seperation. She delivers an arm drag as he charges forward,
then goes to whip him off the ropes but he reverses and snaps off a
powerslam on the rebound then goes for the cover.
One ...
Two ...
Ally kicks out with still plenty of life left.
Bob: Brian taking control of the situation again here, he needs to keep
this up.
Jerry: You and your biased commentary towards your extended family.
Cal: You're a Jersey Shore fan Bob?
Bob: Wrong Situation Cal.
As Brian turns to see whether Angel's recovered, Ally wisely rolls out
of the ring to stay out of the fray at the moment. Sure enough she is
back on her feet, a bit worse for the wear looking but still feisty. He
charges forward, and is met with spinning heel kick that staggers him
but doesn't completely take the big man off his feet. Running back and
springing off the ropes to create some more momentum, Angel then
delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors before transitioning it into a
satellite russian leg sweep, then follows up with a standing shooting
star press. She takes a moment to admire her well executed maneuvers
there, and check where Brian is lying in the ring before she runs and
springboards off the second rope for a lionsault. Brian gets his knees
up at the last moment, and as Angel lies there writhing and Brian is
still recovering from that pair of maneuvers, Ally from the outside
climbs up to the top rope. Leaping off, she delivers Untouchable
Perfection onto Angel and hooks the leg going for the pin.
One ...
Two ...
Three!!!
Tim Marshal: The winner of the first fall, and still SWA Anarchy
Champion, Ally Daniels!
Bob: Well damnit, that sucks.
Jerry: You and I can agree on something for once. How the hell did she
get away with pulling that stunt earlier? It's not fair!
Ally gets back to her feet and the referee backs her off, before
signaling for the next fall to begin. She looks to go back after Angel,
but sees Brian coming to and instead climbs up top and leaps at him with
a diving hurricanrana. He tries to block it, turning it into a powerbomb
but Ally manages to counter as well and lock in Poison Ivy! Brian tries
to powerbomb out of that as well, but it only tightens the grip of the
hold. He's brought down to his knees by it and is starting to fade when
the hold is broken up in rather violent fashion by Angel who hits him
with a running facewash.
Bob: That was close, Ally almost managed to retain both titles there.
Cal: Which would have been a shocker to a lot of people.
Jerry: You should only give the shocker if your partner's okay with it,
it's a lesson I learned a long time ago Jerryatrics.
As Ally climbs to her feet, Angel takes her to one knee with a chop
block then knocks her down with a boot to the head. In control of the
match now, she delivers a stomp to each opponent's throat. Lining Ally
up in the corner, she looks for payback with a split legged moonsault of
her own but Ally rolls out of the way. Showing great agility though,
Angel manages to still land on her feet despite missing.
Turning around though, she's leveled with a bicycle kick from
Brian. He follows up with a clothesline, knocking Ally down and then
grabs her in a muay thai clinch hitting a series of knees. With the
Champion stunned, he transitions into a cobra clutch looking to suplex
her but she hooks her leg around one of his to block it. With some time
to recover, unbeknownst to both of them Angel has grabbed a pair of
brass knuckles from her jeans pocket and crawls up behind Brian catching
him with a pair of sickening brass knuckle assisted low blows dropping
him, then catches Ally with a punch to the back of the head assisted by
the foreign object which sends her tumbling through the ropes, out of
the ring. After delivering a mounted brass knuckles punch to the head of
Brian for good measure causing him to start dripping blood from his
forehead, she rolls out of the ring and reaching into her pocket again
procures a pair of handcuffs and dragging Ally over to one of the
ringposts handcuffing her to it.
Jerry: BLOOOOODDDD!!!!!
Bob: What the hell is she doing?
Jerry: She's winning the match Bob, I love it!
Cal: I guess we should have expected something like this from her, but
why wait so long to use the knuckles and pull out all these stops?
Grabbing the steel chair which had been tossed to the outside, she
delivers a wicked shot to the head of a prone Ally creating a sandwich
effect before heading back into the ring. Brian, still wincing greatly
and a bit woozy tries to crawl up to his knees but is nailed with a
chairshot which in the process of dropping him leaves a huge dent in the
chair before Angel tosses it to the ground. Reaching down into her left
boot, she pulls out a second pair of handcuffs much to the dismay of the
crowd and with these ones, cuffs Brian's hands together behind his back.
She's taking her time, waiting for him to come to before she undoes the
belt from her jeans and whips him across the back with it. He tries his
best to muffle his cries of pain as she continues bringing down lash
after lash leaving huge welts across his back. Finally, she seemingly
has had enough and reaches down into her right boot this time pulling
out her trademark lead pipe.
Bob: Come on! Someone stop this, she's done enough!
Cal: This really is getting kind of ridiculous.
Jerry: Wow, look how resourceful she is! Like a human swiss army knife!
She patiently waits, taunting him before he finally out of sheer will,
perhaps stupidity stumbles back up to his feet before he's cracked over
the head with the pipe, bringing him down to his knees like someone
about to be executed and then finally one last shot to mercifully finish
him off. Rolling him over, Angel pins him by simply placing one foot
across his chest and demanding that the count be made.
One ...
Two ...
Three!!!
The crowd's reaction is more uneasy than anything, as the bell rings.
Tim Marshal: Your winner of the second fall, and the new SWA
Commissioner Champion, Angel Acheron!
Bob: Absolutely disgusting, this girl is our new Commissioner ladies and
gentlemen.
Cal: I hate to say it, but Angel was rather prophetic. She told Brian
that he wasn't the only one who still had a big problem and would be
looking to hurt the other, and vowed that she'd be the one who'd go that
extra mile showing no remorse.
Jerry: How can you call that disgusting? I may not have liked her or
taken her that seriously coming in, but look! She was underestimated,
and made an emphatic statement.
"Vicarious" hits again as Angel's hand is raised and she starts yelling
"I told you so" as she clutches the Commissioner's belt to her body and
exits the ring, taking a look back at the carnage she left. Staffers
start attending to and uncuffing both Sasso and Ally, the Anarchy Title
being handed to Ally even though she's not looking like much of a winner
right now.
Bob: Whatever. Let's just not lose in all of this the fact that Brian
put up a hell of a fight, and that Ally managed to retain the Anarchy
Title when I'm not sure a lot of people thought she would. This mess is
going to take a while to take care of, but let's not forget we've still
got our main event after this with the Money In The Bank Ladder Match!
Cal: Uh, no commercials, Bob. We actually kinda have to get to that
right now.
Sasso and Ally are escorted to the back, just to make sure they’re OK,
and the ring is prepared for the next match by a few officials.
Jerry: Silly Bob. Just keeps on screwin up tonight. Better start the
prematch discussion before the big boys start getting angry.
Bob: Well folks, this is
what we have all been waiting for. The main event is here!
Cal: The entire night has
been leading up to this point. With Thomas Carmichael having to drop out
at the last minute due to a training injury it leaves three men to
battle it out for that briefcase hanging overhead.
Bob: Inside, a contract to
face whomever, whenever for any title the winner desires. We’ve seen
some pretty amazing matches like this in the past, of course who could
forget that amazing Money In The Bank Punjabi Prison match but I’m sure
this one will be just as gritty.
Jerry: Gritty? Are you
kidding, Bob? Nothing can compare with that match, all they have to do
here tonight is climb that ladder and get the case.
Cal: Well I’m sure the
superstars competing here tonight would beg to differ with you, Jerry.
Let’s head down to Tim Marshal.
Tim Marshal: The following
is a Money In The Bank! Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia,
standing five foot eleven and weighing in at two hundred and four
pounds, Alex Shade!
He steps out on to the
stage. He pauses for a moment looking at the crowd around him. He gives
a slight nod then throws a fist up. He continues to walk down the ramp
looking straight at the ring. His arms are reached out slapping hands
with the fans. The closer he gets to the right he begins to run. Slides
in between the mat and the bottom rope. He quickly rises to his feet. He
jumps up the turnbuckle and looks around again. He turns around and hops
down. He places his hands on either side of his neck and snaps his head
left and right before taking to his corner seeming to be relaxed.
Cal: Alex Shade is looking
calm and collected, he obviously means business here tonight.
Bob: He’s got to be
focused heading into that ring, Cal, anything else and you don’t stand
much of a chance of surviving out there.
Jerry: We’re looking at
just one of the losers here tonight right now.
Bob: You think so Jerry?
Jerry: That’s right,
here’s the man who’s going to be taking that briefcase home tonight!
A wanted poster appears on
the screen as "I’m Not Jesus" hits the pa and Arik Taylor makes his way
through the curtain.
Tim Marshal: And the
opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty
seven pounds, he is Public Enemy Number One, ladies and gentlemen, the
Prodigal Son, Arik Taylor!
Taylor keeps his hood on
as to not look at those who boo him. He slides under the bottom rope,
climbing to the second turnbuckle. Arik flips the hood back revealing
his sinister grin.
Bob: Well here’s Jerry’s
pick for tonight’s match, Arik Taylor.
Jerry: With a grin as
sinister as that of course
he’s the odds on favorite.
Cal: Really Jerry? That’s
what your basing it on, a simple smile?
Jerry: Well I would bet it
all on the fact that you’re a backstabbing closet guy man but you’re not
in this match here tonight, Cal.
Cal: Guy man?
Bob: Don’t ask, Cal. Just
don’t ask.
The loner by Garry Moore
begins to play and all the lights apart from the ones above
Cal: And the third man
rounding out the match is Riz. He’s really been on his game lately and I
think is in a good position to walk out of here the winner.
Bob: Very true Cal, but
he’s got a large hill to climb with the likes of Alex Shade and Arik
Taylor as his opponents.
Jerry: At least he’s not
over the hill like Cal over there.
Bob: Just ignore him.
The bell rings and all
three men meet in the center of the ring, looking back and forth between
one another waiting to see who makes the first move. It’s a good old
fashioned Mexican Standoff for a few moments before Arik takes a lunge
at Riz with a quick burst clothesline. Riz manages to duck out of the
way, spinning around and slamming his fist into the midsection of an
unsuspecting Alex Shade. Alex stumbles backwards and Riz is quick to
lock up with him, grappling back and forth. Arik stops at the ropes,
turning around to see the two of them going after each other and decides
to slide out of the ring to bring the ladder into play.
Cal: Arik looks to start
things off but it looks like Riz has other things on his mind.
Bob: He caught Alex off
guard there and Arik is already heading out for the ladder.
Jerry: Smart man, told you
he was going to win.
Bob: It’s just started,
Jerry, it’s still anyone’s game so far.
Alex manages to get the
upper hand, whipping Riz into the ropes. As Riz comes rebounding, Alex
hits a rough clothesline, knocking him down to the mat. Arik slides the
ladder into the ring, causing Alex to turn his attention to him. Arik
comes sliding back in but doesn’t have a chance to get up as Alex is
quickly over him, slamming his boot into his lower back.
Bob: Alex is on the attack
now, taking Riz down with that clothesline and then takes it right on
over to Arik.
Cal: Alex showing his
tactical side here, he’s quickly getting the upper hand.
Jerry: Ah he’s just taking
advantage of the situation, has nothing to do with tactics at all.
As Alex continues his
assault on Arik, Riz climbs back up to his feet, grabbing Alex by the
shoulder and forcibly spinning him around. Taken off balance, Riz uses
it to his advantage, grabbing Alex by the arm and whipping him around.
Instead of letting go to send him against the ropes, he holds on tight,
using the momentum to fling Alex over the nearby top rope and throwing
him to the outside. Alex lands face down, turning over on the ground and
holding his stomach as he tries to get the air back into his lungs.
Cal: Riz taking over now
and if there is one constant here so far it’s that the major offense
seems to be targeting Arik Taylor.
Jerry: Well of course,
he’s the biggest threat to both of them.
Bob: That may be.
Back in the ring, Riz
picks Arik up to his feet, slamming him with a hard right. Arik stumbles
a bit but answers back with a hard left, quickly turning it into a
slugfest as they hammer each other with rights and lefts. Battling back
and forth, Arik seems to be taking more of a beating, his punches coming
slower. Riz continues the assault, managing to block one of Arik’s
swings and sweeps his legs out from under him.
Bob: Back and forth now,
trading punches.
Cal: Looks like Riz has
got the upper hand and he takes Arik down with a leg sweep.
Jerry: This is some crap
man, why do they have to team up against Arik?
Alex has managed to
recover on the outside of the ring, sliding back in on the opposite side
and picking up the ladder. Holding it in front of him he charges forward
as Arik hits the mat. The ladder slams into Riz who doesn’t have time to
react and is knocked backwards, toppling over the top rope and landing
outside. Alex tosses the ladder aside, climbing out of the ring in
pursuit of Riz, leaving Arik in the ring. Standing on the ring apron,
Alex drops down with a short knee drop onto Riz’ chest. He pulls himself
up before dragging Riz to his feet and then tosses him into the
barricade. Riz slouches down against it, trying to catch his breath as
Alex moves forward, standing above him and hammering down with a series
of hard fists to his head.
Cal: A hard shot with that
ladder takes Riz to the outside and he looks like he’s in some trouble
now!
Jerry: About time those
vultures start picking at each other.
Bob: Alex is taking
charge, there’s no doubt about that.
Alex backs off of Riz,
moving back against the ring before running forward, bringing his knee
up and slamming it across Riz’ throat. He backs up again, taking another
running start. As he brings his knee back up a second time, Riz manages
to duck down, falling to the floor as Alex rams his knee against the
barricade with full force. Alex lets out a scream in pain, leaning over
the barricade and keeping off of his foot, gritting his teeth as his
knee begins to throb in pain. Riz takes his chance to roll off to the
side, gasping for air.
Bob: What a counter by Riz!
But can he capitalize?
Cal: It’s not a point of
getting the better of him right now, it’s trying to survive. Both men
are hurting and in a bad spot, what they need to do is get back in the
ring.
Jerry: Too late, looks
like my man Arik is on the move.
Back in the ring, Arik is
using the turnbuckles to slowly pull himself up to his feet, leaning
against the corner as he tries to clear his head. Riz is up on the
outside, turning towards the injured Alex. He grabs Alex, taking a
moment to look around at the crowd before suddenly lifting him up. As
Alex drops, Riz kneels down, slamming his shoulder into Alex’s gut. Alex
lets out a grunt, falling backwards and slamming down onto the floor.
Riz stands, catching his breath for a moment as he watches Alex writhe
in pain on the floor.
Cal: An inverted atomic
drop by Riz on Alex, that should buy him a bit of time.
Bob: Indeed it should.
Jerry: Forget about those
two for a minute, look at Arik!
Arik is back up in the
ring, moving slowly as he makes it over to the ladder, picking it up and
unfolding it at the center of the ring, taking the time to line it up
with the briefcase hanging over head. Satisfied with the set up, he
slowly starts to climb up, taking the rungs one at a time, holding his
ribs with one hand as he uses the other to keep himself stable on the
ladder. On the outside, Riz picks Alex up, dragging him over to the ring
and sending his head bouncing off the apron. He looks up to see Arik
halfway up the ladder and starts to climb back into the ring.
Bob: Arik is up…
Jerry: Excuse me, Bob, but
I think I can call Arik’s actions thank you.
Bob: Well then be my
guest.
Jerry: As I was saying,
Arik is up and he’s making his way up the ladder towards that briefcase,
there’s nothing stopping him now, that’s for sure! Go Arik Go!
Cal: Well now wait a
minute, it looks like Riz is making his way back into the ring.
Riz climbs the
turnbuckles, steadying himself on the top rope as Arik makes it to the
top of the ladder, unaware of Riz targeting him below. Arik reaches up,
trying to get his hand on the briefcase. Riz launches himself off of the
top rope, extending his legs, his feet connecting with the side of the
ladder with a falling dropkick. Riz lands on his back, avoiding injury
as the ladder topples over, taking Arik along for the ride. Arik tries
to hold onto the ladder but is unable to keep hold as the ladder hits
the top rope, bouncing back up a little ways and catapulting him high
into the air. Arik goes flying through the air, completing a flip and
landing hard on his back all the way on the entrance ramp. He lays
there, looking up at the rafters, breathing hard and heavy with very
limited movement.
Cal: Oh dear god! We need
the medics out here right now!
Bob: Arik was tossed out
of the ring like a rag doll, this does not look good at all.
Jerry: No! Disqualify Riz!
That’s not allowed!
Bob: It’s perfectly legal
Jerry, sit down.
Back in the ring Riz
pushes himself back up, looking out at the fallen Arik. He turns around
in time to see Alex running at him. Riz tries to duck down, expecting a
clothesline but Alex jumps up, locking his arm around Riz’ neck and
falling backwards, slamming his head down onto the mat. They both lay
there in the ring, Alex obviously exhausted after digging down deep. Riz
lays there, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to clear his head after
that attack.
Bob: Running DDT on Riz by
Alex and now they are both down!
Cal: It comes down to
these two superstars in the ring now.
Jerry: They should just
end this match now, get a rematch for Arik, this is unfair.
Alex reaches out, grabbing
the bottom rope and pulling himself slowly up to his feet. He grips the
top rope tightly, taking a moment to catch his breath and keeping an eye
on Riz who has rolled onto his side, trying to do the same. Staggering
forward, Alex moves to the ladder, pushing it back to an upright
position in the center of the ring. His head slowly tilts up, eyes
following the rungs of the ladder until he can see the briefcase just
above. He takes a couple deep breaths before he starts to climb.
Cal: Alex is up and he’s
positioned the ladder back at the center of the ring.
Bob: Looks like he’s going
to make his way up, this could be it right here.
Jerry: I hope so, this
match is boring without Arik.
Alex is almost half way up
when Riz gets his feet back beneath him. He looks up, seeing Alex
climbing and gets himself to the other side of the ladder, digging down
deep to make the climb himself. Both men struggle to reach the top, the
ladder swaying a bit as they move up the opposite sides. Despite Alex’s
head start, they both make it to the top at the same time. They cling
onto the ladder, looking across at one another for a moment. Riz cocks
his shoulder back, hitting Alex with a hard right. Alex is knocked back
with the impact, clinging onto the ladder before giving Riz a hard right
of his own. Slowly they battle back and forth at the top of the ladder,
each one trying to knock the other off.
Bob: Alex and Riz, two of
SWA’s veteran superstars battling back and forth on top of the ladder.
Which one will fall and which will prevail, it’s hard to tell right now
but they sure are digging down deep.
Cal: They sure are, the
match is coming down to the wire.
Jerry: Blah, blah, blah.
Alex reaches down, leaning
back and gives Riz all he’s got. The force of the punch knocks Riz back
and to one side. He starts to fall off of the ladder but manages to grab
it with one hand. The ladder begins to tip, falling over once more.
Realizing what was going on, Alex jumps off, forgetting to look before
he leaps and lands hard into the corner. Riz manages to let go of the
ladder just before it hit’s the ropes, falling backwards onto the mat,
the entire ring shaking violently with the impact of the ladder and the
two falling bodies.
Cal: Oh my god! What a
sickening impact!
Bob: This is getting out
of hand, they need to stop this thing before someone gets killed.
Jerry: Good, it’s about
time something interesting happened!
All three superstars are
down, Arik still laying on the ramp after being thrown off of the ladder
and Riz and Alex are both down in the ring, slowly recovering from their
fall. The arena looks like a disaster zone, Alex spitting out some blood
from possible internal injuries, Riz holding his head as he lays on the
mat. Alex holds his ribs, wincing in pain as he sits in the corner. He
tries to pull himself up but his injured knee from earlier buckles
beneath him. Across the ring, Riz is starting to move, turning over and
getting up to his hands and knees. He crawls over to the fallen ladder,
using the ropes to pull himself up to a knee. He pauses there a moment,
shutting his eyes as his head throbs. Slowly but surely he drags himself
up with the ropes, grabbing the ladder and setting it once again in the
center of the ring. Exhausted, he leans against it, trying to catch his
breath. He has one foot on the bottom rung as the ladder shakes
slightly. He looks down to see that Alex has managed to drag himself
over to the other side, determined to pull himself to the top.
Cal: They’re both up, I
don’t know how they’ve managed to get the ladder up let alone to start
to climb it but here they go again.
Bob: These two superstars
do not know the meaning of the word quit and they are not going to stop
until they get that briefcase.
Jerry: Oh and what, you
think that Arik is just laying out there because he wants to give up?
Bob: That’s not what I was
saying at all and you know it.
Alex pulls himself up onto
the ladder, taking it slow as he starts to make his way up. Riz starts
up the other side, dragging himself up the ladder. It’s slow going for
both of them and the entire arena is nearly bursting from the noise of
the crowd, cheering on these two superstars as they each try to obtain
the case high above. At long last they both reach the top of the ladder,
this time too tired to slug it out. Panting, they look across at each
other, Riz taking one more step up and reaching for the handle of the
briefcase. Alex grits his teeth and gives Riz a hard shove, knocking him
off balance. Alex finds a small spurt of energy, lunging upwards towards
the briefcase. As Riz starts to fall backwards he reaches out, his hand
grabbing the handle of the case while Alex grabs it as well. They both
cling onto the case and seem to swing there for a moment as the ladder
crashes down to the ring below them. The weight of the two men is too
much for it and the case breaks free, Alex and Riz falling with it.
Bob: Oh no, not again!
Cal: They both have a hold
on the briefcase!
Jerry: GET UP ARIK!
They slam onto the mat,
Riz landing on his back as Alex lands across from him on his stomach.
They are each still holding onto the handle as the bell rings.
Tim Marshal: Here are your
winners, Alex Shade and Riz!
Cal: Well that has to be a
first!
Bob: Two winners in this
Money In The Bank, how does this work now?
Jerry: They should just
give Arik the contract.
Cal: Well I don’t think
that’s going to happen but we’ll have to keep an ear out to find out how
upper management decides to handle this situation.
Nobody’s music plays, and the crowd seems a bit confused. EMT’s hurry
out to tend to everyone, and the briefcase is taken with them as the
competitors are loaded onto stretchers.
Bob: I expected that that match might go a whole lot of ways, but
certainly not that one.
Cal: It’s been one fantastic night.
Bob: That it has. Hopefully we’ll get some answers about this whole
contract thing soon, but for now…
Jerry: I gave you the answer. Just give it to Arik!
Bob: For now, we’re out of time. For all of us, I’m Bob Macatire. See
you all next week on Friday Night Edge.
All three are just vanishing up the ramp, all barely moving, as our
scene finally fades to the SWA logo, and at last to black. |
