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Steady drops of blood begin to cover the screen, much like they did in
Behemoth’s promo shown earlier in the week. Whether this is intentional
is unclear, but regardless, a voice begins speaking.
Voice: Blood. It is the substance that fills us all, and gives us life.
Without it, we would be mere husks, incapable of anything at all.
More blood fills the screen, but now, instead of simply covering it, it
begins to flow and take shape, forming letters.
Voice: So what is it, then, that makes us willing to lose so much of it
in such violent ways?
There is a pause, as the blood collects on the bottom of the screen,
continuing to spell out the word Bloodsport.
Voice: There are many answers to that question. There is passion…
A shot of Julio Valdez appears as a still image just above the blood.
Voice: There is determination…
Another shot, this one of Derek Lavelle, replaces that of Julio.
Voice: There is even outright stubbornness.
We now see Stephanie Frost’s image.
Voice: For whatever the reason, blood will be shed tonight. The one
night we truly acknowledge that wrestling is…
The word formed of blood expands out to encompass the entire screen.
Voice: A Bloodsport.
The blood loses its shape, spreading out to coat the screen in a sheet
of pure crimson. "To Fly" by Day of Fire begins to play, and we cut
suddenly to the arena, where the crowd is cheering, and the Bloodsport
banner is flying high. We pass over the excited crowd, and finally come
to rest on our commentary team. Bob Macatire, Cal Norton, and looking
like a kid at Christmas, utterly beaming with excitement, Jerry
Sheppard.
Jerry: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Jerryatrics of all ages,
Jerry Sheppard is back!
Bob: Yes, yes you are, Jerry. Wahoo.
Jerry: Oh I know you can hardly contain your excitement, Bob, and
neither can I! Welcome one and all to Bloodsport, my absolute favorite
pay per view, and the one during which…
Cal: We know. The one during which you’ve returned.
Jerry: Exactly! Now, since you two seem so keen to interrupt me, why
don’t you give them a rundown of this fantastic show.
Bob: Believe it or not, that’s easier said than done. We’ve got an
elimination tables match tonight, a huge grudge match between Alan and
Derek, not to mention the Xtreme timed battle royal, and that’s not even
all!
Cal: It’s not. So really, we should begin without further adue.
Bob: Agreed. It's time to
get things going here. Next
up we have Bread Zombie against...
Ally Daniels makes her way out to the ring, dressed and ready to compete
with her Commissioner's title slung over her shoulder. She doesn't even
wait for her music to play and seems to be in a bit of a hurry. Hopping
onto the apron she climbs through the ropes and asks for the mic from
Tim Marshal.
Cal: Doesn't she always?
Jerry: yep but perhaps not
like this.
Jerry: Thankfully he has a
mic Bob? You are honestly
looking forwards to this?
Bob: No Jerry I was just saying that because we will get some kind of
answers as to why he is out here.
Bob;: We get it Jerry, we
just didn't find it funny.
Jerry: No Cal, Xtreme rock
paper scissors.
Bob: Gidget will not be our
commissioner folks and for that I am so relieved.
Ally: Listen, if you want to ....
Cal: What a beginning, if
this is how the show is going to start then I can only imagine how
chaotic things are going to become.
Jerry: Of course they will be chaotic, it's Bloodsport after all.
My first show back and I can hardly weight.
Bob: As I was saying before
all of that transpired we have the Bread zombie in action against Cody.
Jerry: I don't know what
this kid was thinking but it's clear either Cody shapes up or he better
ship out.
Cal: He did seem more than a
little confused this week.
Let's hope he can do a better job in the ring than he did when he
promoted this week. Bob: Cody has a chance to make that impression next so let's head on down to ring side and Tim Marshal.
(
Cody vs.
Bread Zombie- Xtreme Rules
The lights go blue as on our way hits the pa system and out walks Cody.
He starts to sing the song. pyros go off as the fans start singing with
him.
Tim Marshal: Introducing
first, from Lakeland Florida, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds,
here is Cody!
Jerry: I have heard of
people being thrown off their game but what was that thing with wanting
to eat the Bread zombie all about?
Cal: I honestly don't know
that Jerry. It was a strange
comment made by a strange man.
Bob: Cody has to take his
chances if he can. The Bread
zombie is a good opportunity for him and though the win in it-self will
at least give him that momentum.
Jerry: Sure if he doesn't try to eat him first.
Cody gets in the ring and taunts as he waits for the Bread zombie.
“The Toast Song” from the Bob and Tom show starts to play and the lights
go out. The Bread zombie limps on to the ramp. He pulls a baguette from
his pants and bites a peice 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!
Bob: The conqueror of one Jerry Sheppard, the one and only true Bread
zombie.
Jerry: Just like you to harp on about the past Bob. You can never let
things drop can you?
Bob: You know Jerry, you of all people shouldn't talk to me about
harping on about the past.
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.
Cody goes under the ring and retrieves a chair and a table and then when
he steps back into the ring
the bell rings to start off the match.
The Bread zombie limps over and when Cody attempts to kick him
the Bread zombie catches Cody's leg.
The Zombie awkwardly throws Cody into the corner.
As Cody's back hits it hard the zombie picks up the table and
limps towards the corner. As
Cody gets to his feet the Bread zombie levels him with the table.
Jerry: Rumour is that Cody
trained under the legendary trainer Dude Guyman
Cal:
Really? I have never heard
of him.
Jerry: Exactly.
Bob: In any
case Cody is in deep trouble in the corner.
Cody remains slumped in the corner as the Bread zombie
clumsily drops the table on Cody's legs.
With two feet of the table resting on Cody's legs The Zombie
climbs onto the table and yells something about pumpernickel to the
arena at large. Cody screams
out in pain as the Bread zombie precariously remains on the top of the
table.
Jerry:
Things have taken a trun I mean turn for the worse here for Cody.
Cal: Woops
Jerry, a bit of mic rust there for you?
Jerry:
Everyone makes a speech mistake once in a while Cal,
Has Bob taught you nothing?
On second thoughts, don't answer that.
The Bread zombie finally loses his balance and falls to
the mat and this allows Cody to move away from the corner as the table
had fallen with the Bread zombie too.
Moaning the Bread zombie crawls over to Cody and grabs his legs.
Cody tries to fight out of it but the Bread zombie clings on to
Cody's legs as an infant does to an adult.
Cody looking a tad freaked out manages to get free of the grip
and rolls quickly out of the ring.
Bob: Cody
out of there and in a hurry.
Of course being an Xtreme match there are no count outs so he doesn't
need to worry about that.
Jerry:
Maybe it's late and he has to go off for dinner?
Cody climbs back into the ring and charges at Bread
zombie who raises a foot.
Cody ends up charging right into the flat of the Bread zombie's foot and
falling to the mat hard. The
Bread zombie is also unbalanced by the connection and he too falls to
the mat but certainly not as hard as Cody did.
Bob: Cody
could be out after that.
Jerry: If
nothing else, the smell could have taken him out.
Cal: That's disgusting.
The Bread zombie rolls onto Cody and the Ref drops
to make the count.
Cal: The
pin attempt by the bread zombie right here.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: Good
courage shown here by Cody.
Jerry: He
has to have something going for him I guess, He has not shown to much
else other than courage.
Cody rolls out of the ring and reaches under it once
again. He then throws in an
assortment of items including a cookie sheet, a rolling pin and a
spanner. He climbs into the
ring but as he gets to his feet the Bred zombie begins to nail him
clumsily with the rolling pin.
There is no accuracy or finesse to the shots with the rolling pin
but the heavy handed approach seems to be doing it's work as Cody's
knees buckle and he falls down once again.
The Bread zombie
picks up the cookie sheet and places it on the head of Cody. He then
proceeds to bang the cookie sheet with the rolling pin.
This is not only noisy which the Bread zombie seems to enjoy but
it also turns out to be effective.
Cody manages to eventually push off the cookie sheet and roll
away.
Cal: So far Cody has done nothing in this match. All
the weapons he has thrown in have been used against him.
Bob: Unless he finds something and soon this match is
going to be over.
Cody picks up a chair and holds it in front of him like
some kind of shield. He is
about to raise it when the Bread zombie kicks it into Cody with
a kick to the stomach.
Bob: The
Bread basket with a chair instigated into the move.
Cal: That
has to have done it, I can't see Cody getting up after that.
The Bread zombie moans as he falls onto Cody and the
pin is initiated.
One...
Two...
Three!!
The Bread zombie tries to get up but falls over.
He uses the ropes and manages to get up on the second attempt.
Tim Marshal:
Here is your winner, the Bread Zombie!
Bob: A huge
missed chance for Cody there and he will have to go back to the start
and try again.
Jerry: He
needs to do some work and learn who he is up against Bob.
He was out matched and out classed by the Bread zombie, this
match wasn't even close.
Cal: Just
add it to the long list of losses for Cody and they just seem to keep on
growing.
The Bread zombie rolls out of the ring and limps up the
ramp way. After a moment and
looking dejected Cody sits up and climbs out of the ring.
Cal: That
was an interesting way to start off the night and we have so much more
to come.
Bob: We
sure do, it will have to be another match and another day for... What's
that?
The Bread zombie makes his way back pushing a shopping
cart with him. On it are two
incredibly large pieces of bread.
Jerry: He
isn't going to do what I think he is, is he?
The Bread
zombie then grabs Cody and puts him in the middle of the two pieces of
bread. The bread is so large
that Cody is covered by the top slice totally.
The Bread zombie then begins to weal Cody around the ring side
area whilst he moans some kind of
children's nursery rime.
After going around the ring side area he wheels him up the ramp
and to the back.
Cal: There
goes the Cody sandwich. Wow
did I just say that?
Jerry: You
sure did. Remember it's the
Bread Zombie and this whole thing is just well out there.
It's nuts and hopefully either
Cody will improve or the Bread zombie will actually eat him.
I am hoping for the latter.
Bob: He is
not folks, pay no attention to him but we do have to move on with our
next match now.
Jerry: Oh sure. Just move on. Pay no attention to Jerry, the announcer
who is making his return tonight.
Bob: Blood Sport can easily
be categorized as one of the most Xtreme pay per views of all time, and
this trend is going to continue when we see this triple threat match
coming next.
Cal: I have been excited
about this one all week.
It’s not everyday we are going to see a match like this!
Bob: We’re going to see
Behemoth versus Alex Shade versus Lance King, in an Elimination Tables
match!
Cal: All three of these
stars fully know the risks of entering a match such as this.
Quite frankly, do you think they care?
Bob: It must be in the back
of their mind, but the reward must be greater than the risk for these
three SWA stars.
Jerry: You just love stating
the obvious, don’t you Bob??
Tim Marshal: The following
contest is the Elimination Tables Match!!!!!
The music starts up, and after a few moments he appears in the entrance,
standing there in just a pair of jeans and tennis shoes, leaving his
upper torso bare save for the simple white shoulder pads and wrist
cuffs. Long blonde hair falls in curls just past his shoulder blades. He
turns his head quickly to the left and the right, looking out over the
stadium and all the people gathered there, his features looking solemn
and serious at first as a few cheers ring out in the silence. The look
stays on his features until he begins to move down the ramp, then he
smiles as he slaps the hands of a few people that reach out, jogging the
rest of the way down to the ring.
Tim Marshal: Making his way
to the ring, from Parsipanny, New Jersey, weighing in at 285 pounds,
Lance King!!!!
He climbs up the stairs to the apron quickly. Lance then pulls the top
rope up, stepping over the middle and ducking in beneath the top rope,
before quickly moving his other leg through. He raises both arms into
the air then, looking around the stadium once more with a grin.
Bob: The only way to pick up
to win is to be the sole person not to be thrown into a table.
Do you think Lance has what it takes?
Jerry: Again, stating the
obvious!! What is your deal
tonight Bob? Anyway, nah I
don’t think he has a chance.
Not gunna lie!!!
Bob: Well if you’re going to
be a jerk you don’t have to answer.
Cal, what do you think?
Cal: We’ll have to
wait and see, Bob. He’s had
a few losses lately but never say never!
Things can easily turn around for him tonight!
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 armor.
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. Behemoth's army meets the opposers,
Behemoth still at the forefront, and the slaughter begins. Though some
fall from the army led 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.
Tim Marshal: Making his way
to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Natasha Graves, from Germany,
weighing in at 530 pounds, Behemoth!!!!!
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 looks at his opponent.
Jerry: It’s hard to
argue the fact that Behemoth is the favorite entering into the match.
He’s going to destroy Lance and Alex both!
Cal: I wouldn’t doubt that
Jerry. Even when you ignore
Behemoth’s success in the ring, I can’t fathom a way for either Lance or
Alex to slam Behemoth into a table, other than if they team up against
him!
Paralyzer by Finger Eleven begins to play.
Alex Shade 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 look straight at the ring.
His arms are reached out slapping hands with the fans.
Tim Marshal: And the final
opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing in at 204 pounds, Alex
Shade!!!!!
The closer he gets to the right he begins to run. He 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: The former Skyfall
Champion looks to put himself back on the map tonight with another big
win!
Bob: This match is going to
be a show stealer without a doubt!
Alex, Lance, and Behemoth all meet up in the middle of the ring.
Referee Jack Briggs begins to talk to all three competitors,
explaining all the rules to them.
Before the ref can even finish his sentence, out of no where
Behemoth runs forward and nails a double clothesline to Lance King and
Alex Shade, knocking them both down hard to the mat!
Cal: Behemoth doesn’t even
feel like waiting for the bell to ring to start this one off!
Jerry: Do you honestly think
Behemoth cares about the bell?
The guy is a monster for crying out loud.
Behemoth alternates back and forth between Lance and Alex, sending down
a series of stomps to their chest.
Behemoth then turns his attention fully towards Lance, mounting
on top of him and nailing a series of hooks right to his head.
As Behemoth does this, Alex slowly gets to his feet.
Alex walks towards Behemoth, nailing a huge uppercut right to his
sternum. Behemoth holds his
chest in pain.
Bob: Behemoth seemingly had
control of this match entirely until Alex turned things around.
Behemoth can’t even breathe after that shot!
Jerry: I don’t care how big
you are, any man can get the wind knocked out of him.
Even Behemoth!
Cal: Now Alex is wrapping
his arm around the neck of Behemoth.
Out of no where, Alex uses all his strength to slam Behemoth face-first
into the mat with a DDT.
Alex then turns his attention to Lance King.
Bob: Triple threat matches
are never easy. Just when
you take advantage of one guy, you got to quickly focus on the other.
Jerry: How would you know
that, Bob? It’s not like you
ever wrestle!!
Cal: He’s got a point there
Bob. After all, Jerry is a
former Xtreme Champion!
Bob: Right. I never wrestle. OK then.
Alex then grabs Lance by the arm, whipping him across the ring.
When Lance comes back, Alex attempts to go for a clothesline, but
Lance does a forward roll and gets out of the way.
Lance quickly gets back up to his feet.
Alex runs forward towards Lance once more, only to get a big boot
right to the face. Behemoth
is about to stand up, but Lance keeps him on the mat with a flying
elbow. With both Behemoth
and Alex down, Lance slides out of the ring, grabs the first table he
sees, and slides it into the ring.
Lance then rolls into the ring as Alex and Behemoth get to their
feet.
Bob: The first table has
been grabbed by Lance King!
Cal: It looks like he’s
leaning it up onto the turnbuckle, too.
Jerry: Who is Lance trying
to kid here? He just got a
few lucky shots, is all.
When Lance turns around, Alex nails him with a Kitchen Sink, sending
Lance straight to the mat.
Before Alex can hit any more offense, Behemoth grabs Alex by the back of
the head, nailing a few headbutts right to the temple of Alex.
He holds Alex up by the head, and throws him out of the ring.
Bob: There goes Alex Shade
to the outside of the ring like a sack of potatoes!
Jerry: A sack of potatoes?
Man, you’re metaphors get worse and worse.
Cal: Well, technically
that’s not a metaphor. He
said the word “like,” so that’s a simile.
Jerry: Really, Cal?
Why are you even on the commentary team if you are trying to
correct stupid details like that?
With Alex on the outside of the ring and Lance still laid out, Behemoth
grabs Lance by the legs and begins to swing Lance around.
He slams Lance down the mat from time to time.
Bob: Oh my god.
This doesn’t look good for Lance King!!
Time for the Tenderizor!!
Instead of slamming Lance’s head into the turnbuckle, Behemoth swings
Lance King head-first into the table with so much impact that it snaps
the table in two. Lance lays
on the mat motionless while Behemoth gives a huge grin.
Tim Marshal: Ladies and
gentlemen, Lance King has been eliminated!!!!
Bob: Lance King! Lance King! Lance King! Through a table!
Jerry: OK, Bob. You can stop saying his name like a star-struck
teenybopper.
Cal: Yeah, we really get it.
Bob: But it's down to two now! Down to Alex Shade, and...
Jerry: Yeah, Bob. We get it. Two people, one goal, blah blah blah...
Lance rolls out of the ring and lays there to catch his breath.
Before Alex can make his way back into the ring, Behemoth slides
out of the ring and turns his attention directly at Alex.
Behemoth runs forward, trying to give Alex a running forearm, but
Alex sees this and gives Behemoth a drop toe hold.
When he does this, he slams Behemoth face-first into the steel
steps. This doesn’t seem to
faze Behemoth much, only stunning him a tad.
Bob: How in the world is
Behemoth still on his feet after that shot?
Jerry: Why would that
surprise you? Behemoth is
one of the largest athletes the SWA has to offer.
Of course it’s going to take more than that to knock him off his
feet, genius.
Cal: You guys go together
like peanut butter and jelly don’t you.
Bob: Afraid not.
More like oil and water!
Alex grabs the steel steps quickly and throws it right to the face of
Behemoth. This finally
knocks Behemoth off of his feet.
After a few seconds, Behemoth begins to bleed.
Cal: Behemoth busted right
open after that shot! And
there’s not a damn thing the ref can do to stop Alex!
Alex drops the steel steps and walks over to another wooden table on the
outside. He grabs it and
begins to set it up on the outside of the ring.
Behemoth wipes the blood off of his forehead and slowly staggers
his way to his feet.
Bob: Behemoth back up to his
feet already. Alex better be
careful or he’s going to receive the same fate as Lance King!
Jerry: It’s pretty sad that
Alex can’t get the upper hand in this match without a foreign object!
Pathetic.
Cal: Well, it’s perfectly
legal in this environment so why shouldn’t he take advantage?!
Alex grabs Behemoth across the shoulder, trying to set him up for an
STO, but Alex simply can’t generate the power.
Behemoth does a few quick elbows and Alex holds his head in pain.
Alex takes a few steps, trying to get away from the table.
Jerry: Wow, did Alex really
try to hit an STO onto Behemoth?
Like that’s going to work.
Bob: Well when you have a
guy Behemoth’s size there aren’t a whole lot of options!
You can only hit a few moves on the guy!
Before Alex can fight back, Behemoth grabs Alex around the neck with
both hands. Since Behemoth
and Alex aren’t too close to the table, Behemoth slams him down with a
double handed choke slam right onto the steel steps.
Jerry: Karma is a bitch,
isn’t it Alex?!?
Cal: Alex can’t have a whole
lot of fuel left in the tank after that shot!
Behemoth can easily slam Alex through the table right now!!!
Behemoth grabs Alex by the head and throws him into the ring.
He then walks toward the table; folds the legs back into it and
slides it into the ring.
Behemoth then rolls into the ring, staring at Alex.
Bob: Look at the cold,
menacing stare Behemoth is giving Alex.
Looks like he is going to try to end this one, once and for all!
Jerry: Yes, we see that Bob.
It is the same face I give after listening to the worst broadcast
team in professional wrestling history, Cal and Bob!
Cal: Just ignore him, Bob.
He doesn’t know any better…
Jerry: Again? You guys are just gonna ignore me again? Ridiculous, I
say. Don’t make me sick Katie on you. She makes stuff happen.
Behemoth grabs the table and sets it up as quickly as possible.
He places the table in the middle of the ring and then turns
towards Alex. When Alex
begins to get to his feet, Behemoth grabs him around the neck, trying to
give him a one-handed chokeslam into the table.
As Behemoth lifts him up, Alex manages to break the grip in
mid-air and leap behind Behemoth.
When Behemoth turns around, Alex nails him with a low dropkick,
bringing him down to a knee for a moment.
Bob: Huge reversal by Alex
Shade!!! Alex manages to
miss the chokeslam!!!
Cal: Now he’s running
towards the turnbuckle!
Alex then begins to run up the turnbuckle like a set of steps.
In a fluid motion, he tosses his body right into Behemoth.
The move causes Behemoth to lose his footing and Behemoth gets
slammed right into the table.
The bell begins to ring and Alex stands up, with a surprised, yet
happy look on his face.
Tim Marshal: Here is your
winner, Alex Shade!!!!
Alex gets his hand raised by the ref and then leaps up onto the
turnbuckle, taunting the crowd and getting a huge ovation!!
Bob: So Damn Fly!!!
So Damn Fly!!!! Right into the table!!!
Alex Shade did it!!!!
Jerry: Oh my goodness, here
comes the teenybopper once again…
Cal: A standing ovation for
the former Skyfall Champ Alex Shade here tonight.
Alex Shade makes history here at Blood Sport!!!
Alex rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back.
Behemoth slowly stands up, seeming to be very angry about his
loss. He meets up with
Natasha on the outside of the ring and the two make their way to the
back.
Bob: Well there’s one more in the books.
Cal: Yeah, and thinking on it now, Behemoth may’ve been a bit more
focused on Simon Kayne. That could be why he just didn’t quite make it.
Bob: I don’t think that’s the reason, Cal. It came down to the wire.
Behemoth was doing fine.
Jerry: Can I say something here? I mean, without you guys choosing to
ignore me again?
Bob: Sure, Jerry. What do you have to say?
Jerry: Nothing, I was just asking.
Cal: Ugh. Alright, let’s move on, shall we?
Bob: We shall. It’s time for a title match, folks. An Anarchy title
match.
Jerry: Ah, but this wouldn’t be Bloodsport without a stipulation, and
this one’s a cage match!
Cal: I think the cage, which is now lowering toward the ring, is a sign
of that.
Bob: Yeah, and you call me out for stating the obvious.
Jerry: It sounds better when I do it.
Bob: Right. Let’s throw it over to Tim Marshal and get started.
( Stephanie Frost vs. Ally Daniels vs. Wreck - Cage Match - Anarchy Championship )
Tim Marshal: The following match is a Cage Match and it is for the
Anarchy Championship! Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and
fifty five pounds, Wreck!
The Arena suddenly lights up with Bright flashes of white Light as all
the main lights fade off till the Arena is Pitch black. The Opening
notes of Undead by World under blood blast out over the PA System as
More Bright White Flahses much like small Explosions continue lighting
up all over the Arena. Two Bright White Pyro's Explode on either side of
the Ramp as Wreck steps out and heads down the Ramp followed by Bright
blue Explosions of Lights as he stops outside the ring and signs an
Autograph or two before Jumping into the Ring were he awaits his
Opponent.
Bob: Here comes Wreck, he’s looking like he’s ready for this match and
there certainly is a lot on the line for this one.
Cal: There sure is, Bob! The Anarchy Championship! Who wouldn’t want to
throw their hat into the ring for this one?
Jerry: Are you kidding? Screw that! Being locked inside of a cage with
three women, talk about a living hell!
Bob: What are you talking about, Jerry? There’s only two women in this
match.
Jerry: Well that’s not what I’ve heard…
Tim Marshal: And the opponent, from Santa Fe, New Mexico, the SWA
Commissioner, Ally Daniels!
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. 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 waits for
the match to start.
Cal: Here she is, our Commissioner, the one who is looking to show these
two who’s boss.
Jerry: Really? This is the guy who they got to replace me?
Bob: Come on Jerry, be nice.
Jerry: What? I am being nice, I’m just commentating on what’s going on.
Bob: Why don’t you focus on the what’s going on down there in the ring
for a change.
The Skytron flickers to a blue background with Stephanie Frost in
gleaming silver Writing as That girl by Lindsey Lohan begins to play.
The lights turn blue as Stephanie frost steps out onto the stage and
looks around with her hands on her hips for a fleeting moment. She then
briskly walks down the ramp.
Jerry: How is it this little girl is the Anarchy Champion anyway?
Bob: Don’t be disrespectful, Jerry. Stephanie is one of the toughest
competitors in this sport, let alone federation.
Cal: So very true, Bob. Her track record certainly speaks for itself.
Jerry: Stunning add on there, Cal.
The bell rings, the match quickly swinging into action. Wreck is the
first to act, launching himself at Stephanie who manages to move aside,
lifting her knee and catching Wreck in the gut. His momentum doubles him
over, slamming him down on the mat on his back. Wreck grunts loudly as
he hits the mat, Stephanie looking down at him with a smirk. As she’s
distracted, Ally makes her first move, sending a kick straight at her
head. Stephanie manages to get a hand up but it does little to block the
blow. The kick hits hard, knocking her into the cage. She holds onto the
cage with one hand, the other holding the side of her head as she tries
to shake it off. Ally moves quickly, covering Wreck as he lies on the
mat, going for the pin already.
Bob: Wreck is looking to get things started but so far it’s not in his
favor.
Jerry: He needs to slow down and rip these two apart methodically if he
wants a win.
Cal: And Ally goes for the quick pin, I’d say it’s still rather early
for that.
Jerry: You would say that, wouldn’t you Cal.
1...
Wreck kicks out quickly, rolling away from Ally and pushing himself back
up to his feet. He looks back and forth between the two of them, trying
to decide his next move. Turning to Ally, he heads forward, bringing his
arm up for a hard clothesline but before he gets there Stephanie grabs
him, whipping him hard into the other side of the cage. Wreck hits head
first, the metal mesh cutting him open across the forehead, the thick
crimson starting to run down his face.
Jerry: BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! Everywhere!
Cal: You know, I have to say, it’s these moments right here that make
Bloodsport just as amazing as it is.
Bob: He’s really bleeding heavily over there, he’s got to be careful
now, this could be all down hill for him now.
You were just waiting for that weren’t you Jerry?
Jerry: Yeah but you had to know it was gonna come out at some point.
This is Bloodsport and as Behemoth said this week in his promo,
there will be blood!
The sudden attack and reversal is enough to catch Ally off guard,
shocked at how fast things were happening right in front of her. Why
would Ally want to stop Wreck from laying her out? This and many other
questions were moving through her head and before she knew it Stephanie
was making a run towards her. Without any time to counter, she takes the
full force of a forearm to the head, knocking her down and sending her
into a daze. Stephanie doesn’t waste much time, going to work on her
legs with some hard stomps.
Cal: What a shot there by Stephanie!
Bob: I’m betting Ally felt that one!
Jerry: Well it would be hard for her not to, Bob.
Meanwhile Wreck has staggered back away from the cage, wiping the blood
from his face. He turns to see Stephanie stomping down on Ally. With a
growl, he springs forward, catching her with a spear and taking her
down. Straddling her, he starts pounding away with rights and lefts
about her head, really making each hit count. He lets out a scream in
rage as he gets off of her, dragging her up to her feet. He holds her by
the shoulders, keeping her standing as he sends hard knees into her
midsection, knocking the air from her lungs. Wreck suddenly stops, still
holding onto Stephanie, he drags her over to the side of the cage,
grabbing the back of her head and slamming her over and over against it.
Bob: Wreck is on a war path now! He’s taking no prisoners!
Jerry: Prisoners only slow you down in matches like these; take it from
a man with experience.
Cal: Stephanie is in trouble now!
Ally is slowly getting to her feet, taking a moment to catch her breath
and regroup, letting the other two go at it for a bit. Back at the side
of the cage, Wreck has stopped slamming Stephanie’s head into the metal
and is now grating her face on it. She manages to dig deep, hitting
Wreck suddenly with an elbow and knocking him off of her. He staggers
backwards, giving her time to escape. The skin on her face is red and
raw, blood pouring from her nose; it looks like it might have been
broken in the attack.
Cal: I think that nose might be broken.
Bob: Tough break, no pun intended, but you have to expect something like
this when you step into that cage.
As Wreck is knocked back, Ally takes over, whipping him around and
hooking him up, executing a picture perfect DDT. Wreck’s head slams down
hard onto the mat and she rolls him over, going for her second pin
attempt.
1...
2...
Jerry: Close but no cigar! Ally really needs to just give it up now and
spare us all anything further.
Bob: How could you even suggest something like that? The Anarchy belt is
on the line here!
Cal: Giving up now would be the biggest mistake of her career!
Just before the three count, Stephanie sends a well placed kick to the
small of Ally’s back, breaking the count. She grabs Ally, pulling her up
to her feet by the hair. Ally manages to get free of Stephanie’s grip
and the two women lock up in the center of the ring. They go back and
forth for a few moments, looking for the opening Stephanie manages to
get the upper hand, shoving Ally backwards. Off balance and taken by
surprise, Ally tries to get her footing as Stephanie jumps straight up,
wrapping her legs around Ally’s neck and uses her falling momentum to
throw Ally all the way across the ring. Ally slams into the cage with a
sickening thud, the tightly strung mesh wire not giving much way, almost
like running into a brick wall.
Bob: Oh dear god! What an impact!
Cal: This could really sway the rest of this match right here.
Ally slumps down in the corner of the ring, leaning against the
turnbuckles, her head spinning from the impact. Stephanie starts towards
her, Wreck suddenly making his move with a roll up of Stephanie.
1...
2...
Jerry: Wreck with the pin attempt! It’s a rollup! And… it’s only two,
damn, I thought that was going to be it.
Cal: But the hits keep on rolling!
Bob: They most certainly do and right now it looks like it could be
anyone’s match.
With the three count just seconds away, Stephanie manages to get out of
the pin attempt and keeping the match going. In raged, Stephanie turns
her attention to Wreck, the two of them locking up. They struggle back
and forth and it looks like Wreck is about to overpower her when
suddenly Ally comes springing off of the top rope with a dropkick,
slamming into both of her opponents. Stephanie gets knocked off into the
corner, the back of her head snapping violently back against the cage.
She slumps down, holding her head. Wreck is knocked back against the
ropes, his back hit’s the side of the cage and he comes bouncing off,
just as Ally spins around, jumping up and catching him in the side of
the head with her foot.
Bob: Oh! I can’t believe she pulled that one off! Talk about your high
risk maneuvers!
Cal: Two in one, but who is she going to go after now?
Jerry: Oh come one! She’s obviously cheating! I want a rematch!
Wreck hit’s the mat like a sack of potatoes, Ally quickly going for the
cover.
1...
2...
Stephanie looks up, seeing the pin attempt and moves to break it up. She
launches herself forward to shove Ally off of Wreck but it is too late.
3!
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and new Anarchy Champion, Ally
Daniels!
Jerry: Rematch! We demand satisfaction!
Bob: I’d say that was more than satisfying for us and the fans.
Cal: Well Jerry if you think that wasn’t enough then you are going to be
more than happy to hear that next up we have Joe Dick taking on
Persephone Waters in an I quit match!
Jerry: One more opportunity
for a man to defeat a woman!
They are sooo rare!
Bob just groans in response and Cal sighs and shakes his head.
Cal: Are you ever gonna just let it..
Bob: Drop it Cal…
Anyway, this next match is going to be a heated contest, although
I'm not sure how competitive.
Cal: I can understand why Persephone
is so upset after all Joe did to her, but it seems like he's leading her
right into his trap. Although perhaps there will be a surprise here.
Jerry: She's screwed, just say it
guys.
Tim Marshal: The following contest is
an I Quit Match!
As
his music hits Joe strides confidently through the curtain onto the top
of the ramp. Pausing he soaks in the chorus of boos as he surveys the
crowd with a grin on his face and his hands on his hips as blasts of
white pyro go off on either side of him.
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from
Climax, Michigan, weighing in at 222 pounds, Joe Dick!
Jerry: Now that's a guy with style, he
reminds me of a young Jerry Sheppard.
Bob: I don't actually think he's
younger than you, he's been around for a while. And, he's a sleazebag.
Cal: Mom, Dad can we stop fighting
please?
Jerry: Pfft, you and your "facts" Bob.
My Jerryatrics knew what I meant.
Making
his way down the ramp at a leisurely pace his demeanor doesn't change,
until he reaches the ring apron and hops up. Stepping between the ropes
and reaching the center of the ring he turns around to soak in all the
boos of the crowd once more before taking his corner and leaning back
casually awaiting his opponent or the start of the match.
"Epic" by Faith No More hits the PA
system and Persephone makes her way out with determined look on her
face.
Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent,
from Concord, New Hampshire, weighing in at 108 pounds, Persephone
Waters!
Bob: A highly determined, rather
irrational Persephone here tonight.
Jerry: "Highly" determined, Bob? Nice
play on words there. I can tell you put a lot of effort into that one.
Bob: Not everything is a joke, believe
it or not Jerry.
Cal: Hey guys, there's a match about
to start you know.
Jerry: Don't you mean a slaughter?
She
storms down to the ring, seeming oblivious to the crowd reaction before
she slides into the ring and pops back up to her feet, not taking her
eyes off of Joe. The bell rings, and she immediately blows a green mist
into his face blinding him, before unloading with a series of kicks and
forearm strikes with her good arm, tackling him to the ground.
Cal: Persephone pulling out the tricks
early to get on the offensive, a house of fire here.
Bob: She has to, if Joe gets the
advantage she's in big trouble. Jerry: Don't you mean when, not if?
Pulling a pair of brass knuckles, out
of her jeans pocket with her free arm she starts unloading on him with
punches busting him open and seeming to rock Joe.
Jerry: BLOOOODDDD!!!!!
Senior
official Bill Graves is keeping an ear open just in case, but it's clear
Joe's nowhere near ready to quit at this early stage. In fact, he seems
rather amused as he shrugs her off. He gets back to his feet, trying to
shake the cobwebs free. The shots hurt, but at her size and physical
situation it was hard to get much force and momentum behind them. As she
rolls back to her feet, he whips her off the ropes. She ducks under a
punch from him and then as he turns back around nails him with a huge
low blow kick to the groin nailing him hard.
Cal: Um, ouch?
Jerry: What an evil, evil, woman.
Bob: I'd hate to be in that position,
but what's she supposed to do? She has one arm and the guy knew what he
was doing when he got her that worked up.
She continues stomping away hard at
his groin, hoping that targeting him there will be enough to make him
give up. As much pain as this causes however, he shakes his head no as
Bill Graves goes to check. Frustrated, Persephone rolls out of the ring
and goes under it searching for something. It takes a little extra time
for her however, given she only can fish around with one arm. Finally
she finds a back of thumbtacks to a pop from the crowd. Joe is limping
back up to his feet as she rolls in and dumps the thumbtacks out. As he
steps forward, she drop toe holds him so he falls forward into the
tacks. She furiously rubs his face back and forth into the tacks across
the mat, again trying to get him to quit. Again though, not nearly
enough to get Joe to quit. Frustrated, she stands back up and tries to
think of what to do next.
Bob: She's not even come close to
winning despite being on the offensive here.
Cal: What exactly can she do though?
Jerry: Absolutely nothing. Oh, well
this could be something.
He's referring to the fact that
Persephone has pulled a can of lighter fluid out of her jeans pocket.
After some struggle she opens it up as Joe makes it back up once more.
Before she can do whatever she wanted to do with it however, Joe boots
her in the gut and tosses the fluid back in her face blinding her. He
then tosses her shoulder first into the ringpost with great velocity, a
huge smirk coming over his bloodied face. As she stumbles back out, he
presses her up over his head and drops her to the floor on the outside
causing her to land hard on the mat as she writhes around.
Jerry: And, Cinderella's about to find
out the clock on her glass slipper just hit midnight.
Bob: This really is a bad situation
for Persephone, she's not going to be able to defend her .... wait
that's not even close to how the analogy goes, sure you're not the one
who's high?
Cal: Hush you two, I'm trying to watch
the match.
Joe rolls out of the ring and grabs a
chair from under it, seeming completely confident. As Persephone starts
to stir, not really able to defend herself he rips the cast off her arm.
Reaching down into his boot he pulls a pair of handcuffs out and holds
them up, making it clear he has wicked intentions in mind for her broken
arm as he looks back at the chair. He goes to handcuff Persephone's
damaged wing to the post but before he can there's a huge roar as
someone is seen running through the crowd and hops the guardrail
starting to unload on Joe furiously!
Jerry: What the hell!?
Bob: That's Sasso, Brian Sasso's here!
Cal: I thought he was still hurt?
Joe tries to scramble away as the
crowd is still in an uproar, as Brian grabs the chair and starts
unloading on Joe with hard shots across the back before rattling his
skull with a thunderous one denting the chair. Lifting Joe up on his
shoulders into a crucifix powerbomb position, he tosses him recklessly
into the ring steps causing him to awkwardly hit the back of his head
against the steel. Joe's already looking pretty well decimated, but
Brian in a furious rage keeps at it driving the chair down into Joe's
throat edge first repeatedly causing him to cough up blood.
Cal: He's going absolutely mental on
Joe Dick here!
Bob: Joe shattered his kneecap at a
huge crossroads in his career, and made sure to rub it in by harassing
his sister while Brian was hurt. Joe knew what he was bringing on
himself.
Jerry: Yeah, kill him! I changed my
mind, I don't like Joe anymore.
Furiously pacing around ringside Brian
grabs the handcuffs and cuffs Joe's hands together for safe measure then
props his battered carcass up seated against the ringsteps. Grabbing the
chair once more, he holds it up and starts charging forward as a
helpless Joe struggles to speak up in between coughs.
Joe: I quit ....
Brian slows down and seems to pause,
before mock wiping a tear away from his eyes and then winding back
crunching Joe's head against the steps with another thunderous shot.
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner,
Persephone Waters!
"Epic" begins to play, but nobody is
really paying attention as it doesn't seem Brian is done.
Bob: Okay now Brian, you got him. You
can stop now.
Jerry: Quiet, this is just getting
good.
Cal: This is a bit uncomfortable.
Brian is now frantically pulling back
a section of the protective mats at ringside so the concrete floor below
is exposed. Shoving officials away, he scoops the lifeless Joe back up
and hoisting him up in the air delivers the Powder Diamond driving him
down face first onto the concrete in a sickening impact and landing. The
crowd cheers somewhat, but also seems a bit unnerved as Brian walks away
and EMTs hurry down to ringside. As he goes to check to see how
Persephone is doing, she shoves him away with her good arm clearly
annoyed that someone intervened on her behalf. Brian grits his teeth,
and in his testosterone fueled state tries to calm himself down and
explain to her that bad things were going to happen to her if he hadn't
intervened before Joe could get too much offense in. Being the stubborn
girl she is though, in her irrational state she spits at Brian and tells
him to "fuck off". And not being one who could let that go unnoticed, he
explodes forward laying her out with a bicycle kick to a big pop from
the crowd who may like Persephone but knew she had that coming. Shaking
his head, he sits her up against the guardrail and tells some of the
EMTs to go attend to her as well as he walks backstage to another big
ovation from the crowd. After making his way to the back, the EMTs begin
stretchering Joe out while a belligerent Persephone starts stumbling to
the back refusing any medical attention.
Bob: Well, Brian Sasso's back in a big
way and made a sickening bloody statement that he was.
Jerry: Yeah, I don't think we'll be
seeing any more of that Joe Dick idiot around here for a long time after
that.
Cal: That was pretty crazy to say the
least.
Bob: I think things are only going to
get more heated though because the Derek Lavellee vs. Alan Drake Ironman
match with our special ref Damien Acheron is up next!
Jerry: That’s the third time
you’ve said the word heated tonight.
Cal: You kept count?
Jerry: Kinda.. See this is
why I’m back Cal. Because
you can’t do observant things and you’re not very flashy either.
Simply put this announce team was Bob and Bob and I’m here to
bring the color.
Bob: Let it go Cal.. I did
every week..
Jerry: You say that like it’s a bad thing.
You were lost without me Bob.. Say it..
Bob: Eh.. Let’s just go to Tim…
Jerry: Awww come on you know you missed me.
Tim Marshal: The following contest is an Ironman match scheduled for one
fall!
Suddenly drums kick in and are followed up by guitar as "Gallon of
Faith" by 8KOunt hits the speakers. As the vocal track comes in and
"HEY!" is yelled, pyro explodes from the stage. The fans begin cheering
as the Skytron begins showing footage of various Alan Drake matches,
such as Alan kicking B. Cool in the face, Alan glaring into the camera
after the attack made by Sirus and Haddon and Alan holding the Skyfall
championship.
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing in at
230 pounds, the Ironman, Alan Drake!
Jerry: Come on Bob, say it!
Bob: Well these fans are still cheering this guy, and if I were him, I’d
count myself lucky.
Jerry: Fine ignore me then! Here we go again!
Cal: Absolutely, Bob. The way he’s been acting is nothing like the Alan
we knew, or thought we did.
Jerry: Hey, people are fickle. It’s their nature. I would know better
than most. Not everyone, sure, but most people.
If you’re even listening… Ah well my Jerryatrics are.
Alan himself steps out of the smoke lingering from the pyro and grins.
He makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Once
he gets to his feet, he heads to the center and throws up his arms as
the fans roar. Then, instead of moving to his corner, he rushes Tim
Marshal, and snatches the microphone away from him. He begins pacing
almost frantically around the ring as he speaks.
Alan: You spewed all this shit this week Derek.
About how much of a fool I am, about how what I think is wrong.
What I think is not wrong and you are doing exactly what you
claimed you weren’t. You
came in here, you got cozy with upper management and now you’re seen as
the fucking hero. Well I’m
not going to let you take what I’ve built away from me.
You think you’re gonna break me in my own environment?
I’ll break your fucking nose like I did your wife’s uncle!
With that he drops the mic and starts making crazed come on motions
towards the ring. He’s
fierce and intense and it’s almost a scary look for him.
Jerry: Case and point, this guy. Alan Drake. He’s gone nuts! Just look
at him!
Bob: Yeah. I see him.
Cal: As do I. It is a bit scary.
The lights change to a blue and white as Swandive Suicide by Hail The
Villain hits the speakers. The camera switches from the stage area to a
camera pointed at the fans in the arena and it pans a bit to the left
before going back to the stage area in time for Derek to walk out. He
makes his way down the ramp, glancing every now and then at the fans to
the side of him but for the most part staying all business.
Tim Marshal: And his opponent, also from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing in
at 210 pounds, Derek Lavelle!
Bob: Derek is utterly disgusted with Alan, and tends to put a stop to
his actions here tonight.
Jerry: Yeah. And if you saw the flames dancing in his eyes during that
promo he shot, you know he’s ready to do it too.
Cal: No doubt about it. Derek is a man on a mission, and when Derek is
on a mission, that mission usually gets completed.
Jerry: You say mission a lot, Cal. Has anyone ever told you?
He enters the ring by climbing up the ringsteps, stepping between the
first and second rope and then ducking under. Walking over to his
corner, he takes a few moments to look around at the fans before turning
his eyes on his opponent. Both men stare at one another, Alan pacing
slightly, looking sort of like an animal pawing the ground and preparing
to charge. Derek’s face fills with anger, but he keeps it in check far
better than Alan does.
Bob: Well, we’ve got our competitors in the ring.
Jerry: Yep, now we’re just waiting for the ref. Come on, Ref!
"I am the Spider" by Alice Cooper hits the speakers as fog machines
begin to build up a wall of fog on the stage that seems to roll off of
it. The strobe lights make it change color from a black light white glow
to red and then to gold. Damien steps out in a referee shirt and parts
the wall of fog. He then steps through it and makes his way down to the
ring.
Tim Marshal: And introducing the special referee, Damien Acheron!
Jerry: And speaking of scary, we have this guy.
Bob: The man who trained both Alan and Derek is now set to referee a
fight between them.
Cal: There is a certain perfection in that.
Jerry: Nah. I didn’t hear a pop.
Bob: What?
Jerry: Pop goes perfection!
Bob: Oy…
Cal: Oy…
Once there he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring in a
traditional manner. The whole time he's calm and collected and when he
looks you in the eye it's almost like looking at the reaper himself. He
strides to the center of the ring, and looks at his two students, both
of whom are as they were before. Alan impatient, and Derek angry, but
controlled. He nods, and signals to the timekeeper. A few seconds later,
the giant clock appears on the Skytron, sitting at 60 minutes flat. Both
men look at it, as if expecting it to start any second.
Jerry: Oh boy. Here we go. The clock is up, and everyone’s in the ring.
It’s time to find ourselves an ironman.
Bob: Do you think the nickname will change hands after this match?
Cal: Jerry may be right, Bob. If Derek wins this, that may very well
happen.
Jerry: May be right. Face it, sport. I am right.
The bell rings, and Alan bolts straight at Derek, no longer able to
contain his anger. Derek, anticipating the move, cocks his fist back,
and slams a left uppercut into Alan’s head so hard, it sends him
skittering halfway back across the ring before he finally falls flat on
his back.
Bob: Good lord! What an opening shot by Derek!
Cal: He had that move scouted the whole time. He knew Alan couldn’t keep
himself in check.
Jerry, He knew something alright. One punch, and he’s flat on his back.
He might just be out cold, and what’re we gonna do then?
Bob: He’s not out cold.
Indeed, Alan is already fighting back to his feet, his face an angry
snarl.
Cal: He’s seriously gone feral here.
Jerry: I hate wolves.
Bob: It’s sad that I know exactly how that comment came about.
Alan lunges again at Derek, and leaps into the air. Derek, however,
shoots both arms out, and catches Alan by the legs. He hauls him up, and
then turns a full 180, slamming Alan against the post in his corner.
This stuns Alan long enough for Derek to turn again, step forward, then
deliver a sudden Means to an End, slamming Alan down with horrific
impact.
Bob: My God! Derek has already hit Alan with the Means to an End!
Jerry: And if my eyes do not deceive me, I believe he’s going for…
Cal: The cover! And he just might get it!
Damien doesn’t even bother suppressing a smirk as he drops down to make
the count.
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings once to signify that there has been a fall. Tim Marshal,
who has since reclaimed his microphone, sounds surprised as he speaks.
Tim Marshal: Uh, ladies and gentlemen, the first fall goes to Derek
Lavelle!
The score appears right next to the clock on the Skytron, showing a very
prominent 1 to 0.
Bob: We’re only about 2 minutes into this thing, and Derek has already
taken the first fall!
Cal: This doesn’t bode well for Alan.
Jerry: Fools rush in, guys, and Alan is paying the price of foolishness.
And rushing in. Ya know.
Bob: Yeah, we get it.
Derek gets to his feet, and he too smirks down at Alan. Damien begins
yelling at Alan to get up, shouting a string of obscenities his way.
This actually seems to work as Alan gets to his feet, and begins
shouting back at Damien. Damien turns his back, and Alan redirects his
attention toward Derek. He moves to lunge again, but catches himself,
staying where he is.
Bob: Looks like Alan is getting a little smarter out there.
Jerry: Oh no. I believe nobody can get smarter. They can only get
dumber. Perhaps, though, Alan has decided to stop being an idiot.
Cal: Isn’t that the same thing?
Jerry: Oh no no no. You can be smart and still be an idiot, believe me.
Bob: You would know.
Jerry: Yeah, that’s Bob. Always going for the obvious joke when he goes
for one at all.
Bob: The obvious joke was all I needed there, Jerry.
Suddenly, Alan turns and leaps right out of the ring.
Bob: What’s he doing?
Jerry: I believe Derek is asking the same question.
Derek heads out of the ring after Alan, and Damien, who seems somewhat
annoyed, begins to count. Both men lock up on the outside, but Alan
quickly whips Derek into the barricade, and starts laying into him with
punches.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
Damien: Come on, Alan, get back in the fucking ring. You won’t wrestle
any better outside of it.
Jerry: Ha! Man, I don’t know. Damien may be a cruel dude, but he’s
hilarious!
Bob: Right. Really.
Cal: Actually that was kinda a funny little jab, Bob.
Bob: OK, if you guys say so. I honestly see it as a bad decision on
Damien’s part. Might get Alan fired up more.
Jerry: Really? And what has being fired up done for Alan so far, Bob?
Bob: Good point.
Damien continues counting, and only when he has reached 8 does Alan whip
Derek back toward the ring, and into it. Alan follows him, and delivers
a dropkick to Derek’s chest, knocking him flat.
Bob: Alan seems to be building some momentum here.
Jerry: It’s about time. Might already be too late. Sure there’s a lot of
time left, but he already gave up one fall.
Cal: I think that’s the key, Jerry. There is quite a lot of time left.
Anything can happen in a match like this.
Derek gets back to his feet quickly, and Alan is on him again, sending
him into the ropes. When Derek comes back, Alan attempts a back
bodydrop, but Derek finds it in himself to counter, fighting out of
Alan’s grasp, then dropping him back on his own head in an
over-the-shoulder move.
Bob: And Derek with a counter!
Cal: Fact is, Derek still has a whole lot of fight in him.
Jerry: And Alan’s still crazy. There’s that important little fact too.
Derek picks Alan up, and appears to be setting him up for another move,
but suddenly, Alan glances right at Damien, and delivers a low blow.
Derek doubles over, and drops Alan, Only to receive a quick DDT. Damien
yells at Alan to get his attention, and when Alan turns, Damien speaks.
Damien: Yeah. Keep it up, Alan. Then I’ll disqualify you, and you’ll
look like more of a jackass than you already do.
This comment seems to surprise Alan, if only a little, but he does step
back.
Bob: And a low blow from Alan here, and I’ve gotta say Damien’s got a
point.
Jerry: Yep. Alan gets himself disqualified here, sure it only counts as
another fall, but does he really need one right now?
Alan steps forward again, wishing to take advantage of Derek’s position,
but Derek surges to his feet, ignoring the pain he must still be in, and
clotheslines Alan right in the face, knocking him back. He doesn’t fall,
but he is staggered by the blow, so Derek moves in, and pulls him into a
piledriver.
Bob: And a nice piledriver by Derek.
Cal: I don’t think he’s done either.
Derek immediately scoops up Alan, and throws him into the ropes. As Alan
comes back, Derek hits him with a spinebuster.
Jerry: Whew! Derek’s on a roll!
Bob: Wait a second, I think he’s going for the cover!
Cal: Can he really get it?
Bob: Considering all that Alan has gone through…
Damien drops down to make the count, smirking slightly once again.
1…
2…
3!
The bell rings once to signify another fall, and Tim Marshal raises his
microphone.
Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, the second fall goes to Derek
Lavelle!
The scoreboard changes to show the new 2 to 0 score, and Derek gets back
up to his feet, glancing over at Damien, who offers up a shake of his
head.
Bob: I don’t believe it! Derek didn’t need Alan to get himself
disqualified. He’s up by two anyway!
Jerry: And here we are, just over halfway through this thing now. Alan’s
gonna really have to suck it up if he wants to have a chance at winning
this thing.
Alan gets to his feet, the snarl back on his face. Both men almost
immediately lock up, and begin struggling for control. Neither seems to
be gaining an advantage, but it matters not, as they soon break their
lockup, and begin battling back and forth with punch after punch.
Bob: Well it was a lockup, but now it’s an all out brawl!
Both men continue to fight all around the ring. It is without doubt the
largest brawl seen in recent memory, as neither one gains an advantage
over the other for some time. Both men are busted open in multiple
places, and it looks like an all out boxing match without the gloves.
Bob: My God! Can either one of these men knock the other one down?
Cal: Apparently right now they can’t.
Jerry: I’ve said it before on this night, and I’ll say it later too, but
for now, I’ll say it one more time. Bloooooooood!
The fighting continues, and finally, after evading one of Derek’s blows,
Alan lunges, catching Derek around the waist. Then, performing the
quickest setup he has ever managed, he delivers a Drake Driver.
Bob: Drake Driver, and it came out of nowhere!
Cal: Alan could get his first fall right here.
Jerry: He needs it.
Alan goes for the cover. Damien drops down to make the count, his
expression, for the moment, unreadable.
1…
2…
Derek just barely gets his shoulder up. The crowd roars.
Bob: And Derek gets the shoulder up! Unbelievable!
Cal: Wow. Alan hits him with a move that puts down most people, but
still it’s not enough.
Jerry: Oh boy, and Alan is not a happy camper.
Alan seems absolutely furious, pounding his fist on the mat.
Bob: Wait a second. How long has it been since anyone looked at the
clock?
Jerry: Woe! We’ve only got a few minutes left!
Cal: That brawl between these two lasted longer than we thought.
Bob: Yeah. It was intense.
Jerry: And both of them are still bleeding! Isn’t it glorious?
Bob: Sure.
Alan furiously gets back up and starts yelling at Damien. Damien
casually shakes his head, informing Alan that this is all on him, and
Alan gets even angrier. He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, however, as
Derek delivers a clothesline to the back of his head. Alan falls flat,
right smack dab in the center of the ring. This fact is not lost on
Derek, who gives Damien another look before dropping down and locking in
Alan’s own submission finisher, Jaws of the Dragon.
Bob: Jaws of the Dragon! Derek’s got it locked in!
Cal: This is the second time we’ve seen him use this move on Alan, and
he does it just as well.
Jerry: He’s in the center of the ring! There’s nowhere to run! And most
certainly nowhere to hide!
Alan screams in frustration and pain, trying desperately to escape his
own hold, but Derek has it locked on too tight.
Bob: He’s trying to fight it!
Cal: And all the while, the clock is ticking.
Jerry: Down to about a minute, guys. I think he’s done.
Alan continues to struggle. Derek almost casually glances up at the
clock, watching the seconds tick by. Finally, realizing he’s in an
inescapable position but refusing to tap out, Alan stops fighting. The
crowd counts down as the final seconds tick away, and at last the bell
rings. Derek’s music begins to play, and the crowd cheers. It’s clear
they didn’t like the way Alan was acting either.
Tim Marshal: here is your winner, Derek Lavelle!
Derek breaks the hold and gets to his feet. He and Damien once again
share a look, and so neither of them notice Alan slowly struggling up as
well.
Bob: Derek wins the Ironman match, and he does it with a 2 to 0 score!
Cal: Alan approached this thing all wrong. You could see that from the
start. He just was not in the right mindset.
Jerry: Just say it, Cal. I already did. He’s crazy.
Bob: Wait a minute, what’s he doing now?
Alan has reached his feet, and has begun sneaking up behind Derek, who
is talking to Damien. Suddenly, Samantha Lavelle comes running out of
the back with a chair in hand. She leaps into the ring, and smashes the
chair into Alan’s head just as he was preparing to lunge at Derek.
Bob: Samantha just hit Alan Drake with a chair!
Cal: I think he was just about to attack Derek there.
Jerry: How many times do I have to go through this? Yes, of course he
was, he’s crazy.
Hearing the sound of the chair connecting to Alan’s skull, Damien and
Derek both turn to look. They see Alan laid out, and Sam with the chair
still in hand. Derek looks back and forth between the two, while Damien
adopts another smirk and leans against the ropes, seeming to understand
completely where Sam is coming from. Sam drops the chair and exits the
ring, leaving Alan looking very confused. He looks at Damien, but Damien
just shrugs and shakes his head, still looking as amused as ever.
Finally, they too depart the ring, leaving Alan to do so as well several
moments later.
Bob: Well, looks like Samantha has said all she wanted to say.
Jerry: Yep, and it looks like this match is over, so we should move onto
the really really awesome part of the show. Perhaps the ultimate
bloodbath. It's that time again and I can't wait.
It's the xtreme timed battle royal!
Cal: It's our own form of March
madness and many people look forwards to it, but I bet not as much as
you Jerry.
Jerry:
Certainly not but we are going to have to wait a bit as we are
told we need to head to the back.
The cameras cut Backstage, and a bloodied Persephone who's been refusing
medical treatment limps down the hallway rather stubbornly. Her already
broken arm's been tortured some more, her whole body throbbing in pain
but she's trying her best to stay in good spirits. As much as she can,
knowing she didn't get to actually finish the job herself. A smile perks
up slightly, as she sees Julio Valdez walking down the hall with the
Xtreme Title Belt slung over his left shoulder.
Bob: Julio just took out
Persephone! You can
certainly tell that this has been weighing on his mind but to do what he
just did?
Cal: Come on Bob you can tell he felt as if he had no choice.
It was a case of needs must and I am sure that more will come to
light in the up and coming weeks.
Bob: Yes we certainly will
that I feel Cal, but it's time to get to the Xtreme time battle royal.
Jerry: You got that right
Bob and this is going to be huge.
Twelve people are going to compete in this one but who has what
it takes to keep hold of the title until
the clock runs down?
Cal: It's got to be the most nerve wracking fifteen minutes for Julio
Valdez the current Xtreme champion. Jerry: If it ever gets started with the two of you yapping on and on. Let's get this thing going and get down to Tim Marshal.
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Xtreme Timed Battle Royal- Xtreme Championship
Tim Marshal: The following
contest is the Xtreme timed battle royal and is for the SWA Xtreme
championship!
The crowd cheers loudly before Tim Marshal continues with the rules.
Tim Marshal: Fifteen minutes
will be put on the clock. As
pin falls take place the title will switch hands.
Once the fifteen minutes are up the person who obtained the last
pin fall will be declared as the SWA Xtreme champion.
Julio Valdez's music begins to play and the champion makes his way out
onto the stage. He then
begins to make his way down to the ring but as he is half way down the
ramp Thomas Von Karstein makes his way out and down towards Julio and
the bell rings to begin the contest as fifteen minutes appear at the
bottom left of the corner of the screen and on the skytron as well.
Jerry: Hang on tight everyone, here we go!
Cal: Thomas Von Karstein ready to give Julio the first test here.
Both men begin by exchanging punches. They are still half way down the
ramp and it's Julio who manages to get the upper hand by catching
Karstein with a particularly
nasty right to the face.
Julio drags Thomas further down the ramp as Angel makes her way towards
the action. She is joined by
Sensei Shredder and Angel grabs his head and delivers a DDT.
Julio Whips Thomas into the ring post and Thomas falls to the
floor. Samantha Lavelle
makes her way into the battle royal at this point, as does Thomas
Carmichael.
Bob: Not quite the
return that Sensei Shredder was looking for, at least not so far.
Cal: If he would have put in
a better effort maybe he would have had a better start?
Jerry: Better effort?
He didn't put in any effort at all.
Angel stomps away at Shredder and then executes a neckbreaker just at
the bottom of the ramp.
Damien Stivers makes his way out as does “Psychotic” Sawyer Diasmae.
Jerry: Welcome to the SWA
the farther of Sarah Diasmae, “Psychotic” Sawyer Diasmae.
Cal: What a huge match
to make your debut in though.
It's clear he thinks he can handle it but thinking and doing are
two different things.
Damien Stivers and Psychotic begin to brawl and they are joined by
Gidget and McGoldrick. Samantha
kicks Shredder back and he lands on a table on the outside of the
ring.
Cal: Honestly I don't envy
Shredder at all at this point.
Samantha climbs to the top rope and dives onto Shredder who goes
crashing through the table.
The crowd gasp after seeing and hearing the impact of that splash.
Bob: Shredder is in a world of hurt right now.
Things don't look good for him at all.
Jerry: Welcome to Bloodsport
Shredder.
Julio charges at Angel but she neatly side steps him and picks up a
chair. Everyone at this
point is at ring side apart from Jac and Simon who now make their way
out and begin to brawl.
Thomas Carmichael drives Stivers back first into the ring post and
Stivers crashes to the mat.
The next sound that is heard is a sickening crack as Angel strikes Julio
over the head with the chair.
Angel goes for the pin.
]
Cal: Angel Asheron going for
the first pin attempt of the match.
One...
Two...
Three!
Bob: She did it. Angel is
now the extreme champion!
Gidget climbs onto the trashcan that he had earlier used and dives onto
Simon with a flying body press.
Sawyer and Thomas Carmichael are both reaching under the ring and
retrieving more things from under there.
Gidget armed with a table leg begins to clout a number of people
and then makes a hasty retreat.
Jac charges forwards but ends up eating a baseball bat.
Blood begins to pour from Jac's nose.
Jerry: Bloooooooooooood!
Bob: Jac is seeing red and not because he is angry.
Or he will be seeing that kind of red soon after what looks like
a broken nose.
Jerry: Yes and broken noses
mean blood.
In the ring Angel has now scattered some thumb tacks on the mat. She
turns only to see the face of Thomas Von Karstein.
Thomas picks up Angel and delivers a chokeslam which drives Angel
onto the previously dropped tacks.
Jerry: Hang on now, that's
cruelty to Midgets .
Bob: Jerry Angel is not a midget.
Jerry She may as well be.
Karstein then hooks the leg of Angel as the referee quickly makes his
way over to make the count.
One...
Two...
Three!
Cal: Thomas Von Karstein is the current SWA Xtreme champion.
Bob: That's his third capture of the title.
Sawyer grabs the head of Shredder and rams it repeatedly into the floor
and now Shredder is busted open.
Samantha grabs a chair and is about to strike Simon with it when
Angel kicks it back into her face.
Simon attempts a feature presentation but Angel ducks it and
Simon ends up kicking the turnbuckle.
Simon hobbles away as Angel and Samantha begin exchanging lefts
and rights. Julio whips
Karstein towards the barricades but on the way the vampire falls over a
body and the back of his head crashes against the barricades he was
being whipped towards. The
figure that Thomas had fallen over was none other than Gidget who
quickly gets on top of Karstein and the ref goes to make the pin.
One...
Bob: That sneak Gidget could win the Xtreme title right here.
Two...
Three!
Jerry: And look at that, so
he does.
Cal: Now lets' see how long he can keep it for.
McGoldrick delivers a roundhouse kick which catches Stivers right on the
chin. Most of the action is
still predominantly based outside of the ring with people only now and
then entering it but not staying for long.
Bob: As is usual with this match type.
There is so much going on that it's hard to know as to which
direction to look in.
Cal: It's one of the most
appealing things about it too though Bob.
Everywhere you look there is something going on.
Angel who is now armed with a stick which is covered with barbed wire
strikes Simon with it over and over again.
When he backs up into the barricades she places it against his
arm and pushes down on it and along with a scream from Simon the other
result is bits of his skin coming off his arm.
Cal: Ouch!
Simon is being shredded.
Bob: There is blood spattered everywhere now.
This match has certainly been something so far and we still have
so much of it to go.
Jerry: And Gidget could be
in huge trouble here.
Carmichael has Gidget with a hand across the throat.
He lifts up Gidget and slams him across Carmichael's own knee.
Carmichael then goes for a pin.
One...
Two...
Three!
Bob: Nice job for Thomas Carmichael and this is his first title in the
SWA. Now the hard part,
holding on to it.
Jerry: Face it Bob, it's
going to take one heck of a performance to do that.
Just look at who else is in this match.
Bob: You are right Jerry but that's what it's all about.
If he really wants this belt he has to do everything he can not
to get pinned.
Samantha delivers a couple of rights to McGoldrick. She then hooks his
head and delivers a DDT onto the ring steps.
McGoldrick looks completely out of it by this point.
Julio who is armed with a brick is on the stomach of a prone
Sawyer and is repeatedly bashing him with the brick in the arms, which
Sawyer has brought up to protect his face and head.
He manages to throw Julio off him and as Julio falls his head
hits the boot of another competitor.
Samantha who now has a cricket bat strikes Simon, Jac and
Shredder who all fall like bowling pins.
Cal: Sam Lavelle is always
and always has been one of the toughest competitors in this environment.
Bob: With everything she has
done and all she has been through she has had to be that way but my when
she goes for it is there any stopping her?
Stivers suplexes Carmichael to the lightly matted floor and then climbs
to the top rope. What
happens next seems to happen in slow motion.
Stivers attempts a moonsault but Carmichael moves out of the way.
However for some reason Stivers is not able to complete the flip
properly and he ends up landing on his head as opposed to his stomach.
The fans who are closest to it gasp in horror.
Bob: Oh my no!
Damien Stivers is hurt. Damien Stivers is hurt.
Cal: That really looked bad
guys. They better get some
medics out here and fast.
None of the other wrestlers seem to have noticed what's going on and due
to them being distracted with the match they just continue battling each
other. Even Thomas
Carmichael never saw the landing as he was rolling out of the way.
Carmichael gets to his feet but is cracked over the head with a
nasty chair shot. He falls
to the floor and Sawyer goes for a pin.
Cal: Well the show must go on here and Psychotic is looking to make a
mark with his debut.
One...
Two...
Three!
Bob: He went and did it, the
debutante went and has got the gold.
Jerry: For now Bob, only for now.
The medics quickly make their way down and make their way over to where
Stivers is laying. Some of
the wrestlers have now of course noticed what's going on but after a
glance in that direction continue on with their match.
They know that help has arrived and the show has to go on.
People want to see a gruesome battle royal and the wrestlers
involved want to provide just that.
Bob: The SWA medical crew are so good at what they do.
They are being very careful with Damien Stivers at this point.
Cal: It's best not to take
risks with an injury such as this one and so they are taking their time.
Let's hope he will be ok.
Jerry: Nobody wants to see
something like this happen but sadly it is a risk of being a
professional wrestler.
Gidget delivers an armdrag to
Angel and then stomps away at her arm.
She fights out of it and kicks Gidget in the face.
Karstein picks up Jac and drives him onto the ground with a
sidewalk slam. The clock
continues to count down and now fatigue is beginning to set in for some
of the competitors who have been giving it their all in this hotly
contested match. In the ring
Julio whips Psychotic into the ropes.
He catches him hard with a spinning heel kick.
This sends Sawyer down to the mat and he lands on the tacks that
were already placed there.
Blood gushes out as Sawyer lands and Julio goes for a pin fall.
Bob: Normally Julio goes for only a submission but I think with the pace
of the contest and the way this match can so easily turn he is doing the
smart thing and going for a pin attempt here.
One...
Two...
Three!
Cal: Good point Bob and he
got the pin fall.
The medics have Stivers now securely strapped to the stretcher and are
now wheeling him out.
Wrestlers in the way move so that the medics can go past.
The side where Stivers had landed had of course been clear of
wrestlers whilst the medics worked but now that he was gone it was
occupied by McGoldrick and Shredder who is nothing more than a punching
bag for McGoldrick.
Jerry: Looking at the
replay, it appears that Damien Stivers lost his balance and there for
wasn't ready for the fall.
Cal: Let's all just hope for
the best now. Our well
wishes go out to Damien and let's hope he makes a full recovery.
Bob: I would certainly like to echo that.
Karstein lifts up the trash can and plops it over the head of
Carmichael. He then big
boots the trashcan and Carmichael falls to the ground with a clank.
Julio ducks McGoldricks right and ends up being rolled up by
Angel.
Jerry: Angel looking to take
the belt right here.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: Only a two but it was
close.
Bob: Look at Angel she is
not happy about it at all.
Which of course is totally understandable.
Jerry: Well she needs to get
back on the attack then and quick.
McGoldrick then attacks Angel as Julio spears Karstein who lands on a
prone Simon Kayne. Jack
Morgan and Thomas Carmichael are exchanging shots with table legs as
Samantha kicks Julio on the back of the head.
She then rolls him into the ring and picks up a piece of a broken
table. Samantha then drives
it into the chest of Julio who screams out in pain. Samantha then climbs
to the top rope and leaps off.
She lands a four fifty splash and goes for a pin right in the
middle of the ring.
Jerry: What a move and there is no way Julio can get up after that.
One...
Two...
Three!
Cal: Good move and it
deserved the pin fall.
Thomas Carmichael climbs into the ring as does Jac Morgan.
Angel dumps the trashcan over the head of Thomas Von Karstein.
Gidget leaps at Simon and lands on him causing him to fall back.
Gidget then pounds away at Simon with lefts and rights.
Thomas Carmichael delivers a backbreaker to Jac.
Jerry: Time is running out
and fast and Samantha still has the belt.
Bob: If she can just hold
on.
Cal:
Sam has been dominant and I don't see anyone beating her right
now, but you never know.
Sam kicks Carmichael in the gut
and delivers a jawbreaker.
Julio catches Sam with a clothesline and attempts to set her up for a
suplex. Samantha fights out
of it and after a stiff uppercut whips Julio into the corner.
She charges in after him and catches him with a kick.
Gidget springs into the ring and just as he arrives near Julio
and Samantha. The crowd begins to count down the last ten seconds.
Ten...
Nine...
Gidget kicks Sam in the nee but misses the dropkick he was intending to
follow up with.
Eight...
Jerry: Look at Julio here he
is going for one last big move.
Bob; His title is slipping from his fingers he has to do something.
Six...
Five...
Julio leaps off the top rope and catches Samantha with a clothesline.
Four...
Three...
Julio goes for a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
Time runs out!
The crowd cheer as the match is finally over.
Jerry: What a match. That
has to have been the best Xtreme timed battle royal so far!
Cal: I honestly can't disagree with you on that Jerry.
It was full of action and sadly some drama we didn't want too.
Bob: Now standing in the ring is the woman who was the strongest in this
match. Now standing in the
ring is the Woman who had what it took this year to prevail.
Tim Marshal: The winner of
the Xtreme timed battle royal and your new Xtreme champion, Samantha
Lavelle!
Wrestlers begin to make their way to the back as Samantha's music begins
to play.
Cal: What a night folks and
to cap it off with this match is just amazing.
Bob: It sure was. Don't
worry folks we will try to keep you up to date with the condition of
Damien Stivers.
A grey suited man armed with a brief case runs out from the crowd and
rushes into the ring.
Jerry: Hang on a minute...
Bob: It's Seth Blitzer! Oh this
is disgusting.
Seth strikes Sam on the back of the head with the brief case and she
falls to the mat. He then
strikes her again and again as the fans boo.
Sam Rolls away and tries to get to her feet.
Seth makes his way forwards but Sam grabs him by the tie and the
crowd cheer.
Bob: That's right, choke out this thief.
Sam pulls on the tie but Seth brings up the Brief case once more and
drives it into Samantha's face.
She falls back and he goes for the pin.
Cal: No not this, please it
can't end like this.
One...
Two...
Three!
The bell rings and Seth smiles and shows all of his pearly whites as he
straightens his suit.
Bob: I can't believe this.
After all Sam went through and Seth just stole the belt from her.
Jerry: He just took
advantage of the rules.
Bob: Maybe so but that sucks.
Seth opens his brief case and it turns out it has a number of bricks in
it. He tips them out and
puts the belt into it before closing it once again.
He notices that Sam is stirring and hightails it.
Bob: Well that's an ugly end
to what has been an amazing event and what a final match.
Cal: Just look at him
running away like a thief in the night.
Jerry: A huge match and
their will be so much fall out from it all.
From Bob Macatire and Cal Norton, this Is Jerry Sheppard saying
see you all on Friday night edge.
The Crowd cheer as Sam’s music plays once again.
She climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp as we fade to
the SWA logo and then to black. |
