The SWA logo spins on the screen as the electronic first notes of War by the Sick Puppies begin to play. With every beat of the bass drum, sparks shoot out from the logo, collecting on the other side of the screen. After eight measures, these have formed the Edge logo. Both begin expanding outward, distorting as they move beyond the edges of the frame, still spinning all the while so each logo is completely visible at one time or another. Then, just as the singer shouts "Let's do this," the screen seems to explode into several pieces. These begin to fall, morphing into shots of things that have occurred on edges past, from the SWA's very beginning to the present. These shots continue to fall into frame as the guitar and drums pound through the speakers. Then, as the vocals begin, we cut to the arena where pyros are exploding, and the edge banner is flying high. The lights shine brightly down upon the arena, making everything, including the crowd, seem to glow slightly. We pan over them as they wave their arms and their signs, and as they cheer for the spectacle they know they are about to behold. At last, we pan over to Bob Macatire and Cal Norton, sitting comfortably in the announce position..

Bob: Bob Macatire here welcoming you all once again to Friday Night Edge. Cal Norton is, as always, sitting beside me, and boy do we have an action-packed night in store for you.

Cal: You can say that again. Our first two matches are nearly main-event quality. A battle royal to start, and even though it contains the newer talent and rising stars rather than the main eventers, a battle royal is a battle royal. And second, an Xtreme rules match between Thomas Carmichael and Persephone Waters.

Bob: And given the attitudes of those two, that one might just be fully loaded as well. And on top of all that, we have other big matches such as Thomas von Karstein taking on Alex Shade, and of course, Behemoth taking on Simon Kayne.

Cal: That one's big in scale alone. Let's get down to business, shall we?

Bob: Right you are, Cal. As I said, we've got a battle royal to start us off here on Edge, with nothing on the line but pride and the chance to move up the ladder.

Cal: It certainly will give whoever wins a much needed boost to their career you would think.

Bob: And joining us here on commentary is Commissioner Ally Daniels who will be watching the match closely I'm sure. Any thoughts before Tim Marshal starts us off?

Ally: Just that I'm not sure how many of the people in this match saw this for the opportunity it was to stand out from the rest of the pack around their spot on the card. In many cases it was either more of the same from them in the pre-match build, or even a weaker effort than we're used to.

( Battle Royal )

Tim Marshal: The following contest is an over the top rope battle royal!

The arena goes pitch black as Renegade by Hed p.e begins to play. a single light beams down as the entrance ramp fills up with smoke. Out comes Scott Calhoun from the smoke as fireworks go off behind him, as he raises his arms.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Houston Texas, weighing in at 199 pounds, Scott Calhoun!

Bob: Well, Scott Calhoun's strategy apparently is to go into survival mode for this battle royal and be completely on the defensive. One he had no problem giving away to everyone.

Cal: Indeed, he didn't even seem to want to go on the offensive in his promo. Your thoughts on Sparky's strategy Commissioner?

Ally: He was obviously signed for his athleticism and potential, not his brain as you can tell. He's still very young in his career though, so hopefully with some hard work he can get a clue how to promote a match properly over time. Just one of those situations where his progress will need to be monitored.

He walks down the rest of the entrance ramp slapping fans hands, then enters the ring and waits

Shoots and Ladders by Korn hits the sound system, the sound of bagpipes filling the arena, quickly accompanied by drums. As the music begins to get into full swing large green, white and orange pyros set off on both sides of the stage. Dominic emerges from the back, seeming to stumble onto the stage. A bottle of ale in hand, he holds it up, giving a yell at the crowd.

Tim Marshal: Introducing next, from Blackrock, Ireland, weighing in at 145 pounds, Dominic Mcmanus!

Cal: You have to wonder if going into a battle royal drunk is the smartest idea.

Bob: Well, this is a regular routine for him heading into matches this way so I'm sure he knows how much alcohol he can handle. He did put one of the better efforts into promoting this match as well.

Ally: He's an unknown as to exactly how much he brings to the table as he's still looking to prove himself, but there are signs of potential there. A bit rough around the edges right now however. I do expect him to do well tonight, just how well is another question though.

He moves to the edge of the stage, tossing the bottle off to the side and jumps off of the stage, landing on the floor next to the ramp. He then runs down the lane, giving high fives to those in front before sliding into the ring and pulling his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd before turning his attention to his upcoming opponent.

The beat of Mr. Vain  begins and Damien appears standing at the height of the ramp, throwing his arms wide as the pyros erupt, then he flexes, going through a number of poses to show off his form. Once the pyros finish he begins to walk his way down to the ring, some boos, but a number of women do cheer and some people reach out to him as he walks down to the ring.

Tim Marshal: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 pounds, Damien Blake!

Bob: I'm not sure Damien quite got why he's in this battle royal, but I suppose that's to be expected with his narcissism.

Cal: That being said, he seemed pretty sharp and on form verbally this week.

Ally: He did, and really he needs that to carry over to the ring. Eventually he's going to have to stop riding the coattails of that Anarchy title win and start producing again if he wants any credibility at all.

He climbs up the steps, stopping again to pose, flexing, but looking over himself rather than actually posing for the crowd. Once he does climb up on the apron, and step in between the top and middle ropes he proceeds to place both hands in pointing at himself in a 'look at this' motion.

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: From Faribault Minnesota, weighing in at 173 pounds,  Sherman Witicker!

Cal: Alright, here comes the lovestruck Sherman, someone you know all about Commissioner.

Bob: He's certainly seemed motivated here dedicating this match to you and the NFB, truly overcome by emotion.

Ally: That he did.

Cal: Nothing more to say on the fact he's smitten with you?

Ally: He certainly has excellent taste in women, I'd be smitten with me too if I were in someone else's shoes.

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.

The lights go blue as on our way hits the pa system and out walks Cody. He starts to sing his song, pyros go off as the fans start singing with him.

Tim Marshal: From Lakeland Florida, weighing in at 180 pounds, Cody!

Bob: It's baffling but Cody apparently sees people in this match, who he can't get the name of right, as easy eliminations.

Cal: Crazy really, that someone struggling like him would seem to take an opportunity like this so lightly.

Ally: He needs to realize that he's lucky to even be employed here, after he already got let go once. The SWA has been generous in giving people like him second chances, and he needs to start actually putting some effort in. He can come in more prepared than he did here, or against Sherman, or Dr. Lloyd, but for some reason he feels he doesn't have to. And then he comes in this week like this will actually be easy for him? At least he used to have a good attitude about things.

He then gets in the ring and taunts as he waits for the match to start.

After the first verse of Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor, Damien appears on the top of the ramp and makes his way to the ring without paying attention to anything that is happening around him.

Tim Marshal: From parts unknown, weighing in at 220 pounds, Damien Stivers!

Cal: Damien seemed to get that this was a test this week, but didn't really do anything out of the ordinary to try and stand out in the promotional battle.

Bob: He seemed content to stick to his usual promotional habits and defend them. While promoting matches may not be his favorite thing to do, sometimes you need to go above the norm if you want to take that next step.

Ally: For someone who said he knows he needed to prove himself, he really should consider trying to go a step beyond his usual in all aspects including the promotional one. I understand he's been through a terrible ordeal, but if he chooses to compete while this is going on and is trying to work his way up the ladder like he says he'll need to bring something new to the table. This was a big opportunity for him to get some momentum going and move above the spot he's been his entire stint on the main roster, and I didn't feel that sense of urgency to seize the moment from him this week.

When Damien enters the ring, he goes to the middle of the ring and draws aside his arms to show that he is at his place before then lowering them once again.  Fireworks explode from each corner of the ring. Then Damien takes his corner readying himself for the match. Damien removes his chain with the two wedding rings and kisses the one of Carine before he gives it to the referee.

Bad by Michael Jackson hits and Gidget comes straight down to the ring, heading up the steps and crawling beneath the bottom rope.

Tim Marshal: And from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 115 pounds, Gidget The Midget!

Bob: He certainly had some fun at the expense of Scott Calhoun this week, although we didn't get much more from him.

Cal: I wonder if he really didn't know who Damien Blake was, or if that was just a mind game.

Ally: Gidget is one of those performers who is who he is, despite his lack of success in the ring his antics and attitude do keep the people entertained which is always important. And who knows, he could pull off a surprising showing here if people overlook him.

 He moves to the middle of the ring, doing a little Michael Jackson spin, before stopping and grabbing his crotch, doing the whole Jackson pose as he lets out a scream. He then proceeds to bow to each of his opponents before delivering a crotch chop.

Ally: Shades of Thomas Von Karstein there. And speaking of which, I might as well throw in a cheap plug of my own for our Main Event while I'm at it darlings. This one is going to be personal.

The bell rings and Calhoun immediately looks to avoid any confrontation, while Gidget seemingly mocking him heads to a corner and hugs the ring post while yelling "I'm surviving!" loudly. Stivers is unloading on Blake with a few European uppercuts, while Dominic joins the fray there getting in his shots on each of them. In the meantime Cody tries to simply lead Sherman out of the ring and tip him over the ropes like he planned on doing, but as soon as Sherman feels Cody grab hold of him he reverses position with some superior grappling and tosses Cody over the top rope to the floor with ease.

Tim Marshal: Cody has been eliminated!

Cal: Well, that was quick.

Bob: It certainly was, maybe next time he'll take Sherman more seriously. And you have to admit Commissioner, that reversal was impressive.

Ally: No surprise what happened there, you come in that unprepared and you'll pay. He was just as ill prepared to deal with Sherman, or Simon as Cody prefers as he was when they faced one on one. I don't know why he expected anything different to happen.

Sherman seems quite pleased with himself, starting to shout something to Ally before he's blindsided from behind by a forearm smash to the back from Dominic who starts stomping away at him. Calhoun for the most part is still just trying to stay on the defensive, and Gidget is continuing to mock him. Blake sneaks up from behind Dominic and nails a release German suplex, then posing for the crowd to mostly boos before he turns around into a dropkick from Stivers. As Sherman pulls himself up Stivers nails a dropkick on him as well. Suddenly he realizes that Calhoun hasn't been entering the fray at all and sets his sights on him. Dominic who has recovered from the suplex does as well, and the two of them chase Calhoun down until the corner him and both start stomping away at him viciously. After a few moments of this, he's busted up and the two of them are able to simply lift him up to his feet and double clothesline him over with ease.

Tim Marshal: Scott Calhoun has been eliminated!

Ally: Well, what did he expect just giving his strategy away? I'm surprised that didn't happen to Sparky sooner. Usually if you want to stay on the defensive in a battle royal you want some measure of stealth involved so you fly under the radar.

Bob: Most definitely, and that has to be a disappointing showing for him.

Cal: Still a lot of work to do for him for sure. Wait, did you just use Joe Dick's nickname for him?
u8232 Ally: You did too earlier and so did Gidget this week, it's been catching on. What can I say, I may not like the man but he came up with a fitting nickname.

After the elimination of Calhoun, Blake comes up from behind both Stivers and Dominic and tries to dump both men out but they both manage to land on the apron. Stivers goes to superkick Dominic off, but Dominic ducks down under it and drops down flat to try and roll back in the ring. With Stivers off balance from the kick, Blake manages to hit him with a shoulder block that sends him crashing to the floor.

Tim Marshal: Damien Stivers has been eliminated!

Bob: These eliminations are coming fast and furious now.

Cal: Well that's the thing with battle royals, you never know how they'll go. You can get a lot of time between eliminations or a lot of them bunched together.

Ally: Brilliant insight Cal, that's why we pay you the big money.

Blake delivers a few stomps to Dominic as he rolls back in and then locks in a seated armbar to try and wear him down. Gidget is still clinging to a ringpost making a huge racket, which allows Sherman to locate him rather easily and pull him away from the post he was holding onto for dear life. On the other side of the ring Dominic has freed himself from the hold with a low blow, which he followed up by planting Blake with a DDT. Following up, he quickly drops a leg across the throat of Blake. Sherman has now lifted Gidget up, but is having trouble tossing him out as each time he cradles him trying to dump him out Gidget keeps biting his arms or hands causing him to let go while screaming about what a great survivor he is. Dominic while continuing to work over Blake leaps up to deliver a knee drop across the face, which Blake instinctively rolls out of the way of in an effort to protect his features he's so proud of. As Dominic's knee smashes against the mat, Damien tries to take advantage by delivering a belly to belly suplex to regain the offensive advantage but is met with a thumb to the eye. Dominic goes to toss Damien out, but the more powerful man is able to hang on easily. The Sherman and Gidget saga has finally made some progress in the meantime as Sherman manages to military press the smaller man over his head and despite his best efforts Gidget is unable to bite him in this position. Walking him around in that position until he feels himself bump against the ropes, Sherman dumps him out with ease.

Tim Marshal: Gidget The Midget has been eliminated!

Cal: I'll be honest, he lasted longer than I expected him to.

Bob: His display was entertaining, but perhaps he would have been better served to knock it off once Calhoun was gone.

Ally: I doubt it would have made much of a difference, people were probably just ignoring him as best they could up until that point. You saw what happened when someone finally paid attention to him. 

Cal: That's two eliminations by Sherman of course.

Ally: Oh absolutely and look who he dumped out, start building his Hall Of Fame statue right now.

Bob: Is that a tiny bit of sarcasm I detect?

Ally: Me? Never! On a serious note though he is someone who has exceeded my expectations since he first came to me about his contract, I can admit that much.

Sherman is giddy following this elimination and is proudly flexing his muscles in a manner that would make Blake envious, clearly showing off for Ally. He's facing the wrong way as he does so, but really it's the thought that counts. Unfortunately for him though, that makes it easy for Dominic to run up and toss him out from behind. A move that draws some boos from the crowd who were enjoying seeing Sherman last this far.

Bob: A strong showing for Sherman though, nothing to be ashamed of as we're down to the final two.

Cal: I'm sure Ally will be saddened though to see her lover depart too.

Ally: That's a good one Cal, this is all funny stuff really. Almost as funny as when Christi was being stalked by the Vampire.

Following Sherman's departure, Blake and Dominic square off waiting for the other to make the first move. Blake of course decides to break the stand off by flexing.

Ally: What's that Cal? You seem to have gone quiet.

Dominic tries to catch Blake with a boot to the gut as he flexes, but he was ready for it and catches the leg tripping him down. Scooping Dominic up with ease he lifts him on his shoulder in a powerslam position to try and toss him out but the Irishman wiggles free. That only lasts for a moment though as Damien spins around and catches him in the jaw with a big discus lariat. He tries locking in a full nelson as Dominic gets up, but is caught with a back elbow to the jaw to create distance. Dominic delivers a low dropkick to the knee staggering Blake, following it up with a running knee strike knocking him down. Dragging the larger opponent up he brings him over to the ropes and tries to dump him over, but with no success as Blake holds onto the ropes. Delivering a pair of headbutts, Dominic tries to loosen his grip. Then running back to get a head of steam he looks to knock a dazed Blake over, but is back body dropped to the outside!

Tim Marshal: Dominic McManus has been eliminated! Here is your winner of the battle royal, Damien Blake!

Bob: And there it is, like it or not Damien Blake is the winner of the battle royal.

Cal: It's always an impressive display of stamina and survival ability to win a battle royal like this, so he deserves credit for that.

Ally: As you know I don't like him either, the fact that he's "All That Is Man" is a big reason why I'm into women instead. But well done for him, the key will be following that up but he took a big step in the right direction here.

Mr. Vain starts playing as Dominic heads to the back, and Damien demands his hand is raised as the crowd serenades him with boos. Following that, he continues posing some more to gloat over his victory.

Bob: Well, I thank you for joining us Commissioner but right now it's time to head to a break. Up next though, we've got an Xtreme Rules match which should be a good one. Persephone Waters and Thomas Carmichael going one on one!

The scene opens up to a rather large boy with short ginger hair sat in a messy room.  There is mess all over the room.  Comic books litter the desk, empty packets of food and drinks cans are littering the entire room.  He leans back in the chair he is sitting in and it creaks under his weight.  He takes two cookies and puts one of them in his mouth whole.  He begins to speak, crumbs fall out of his mouth as he does so.

Boy: You know I love being Lazy.  I hate getting up and doing all of that  exercise stuff.  I hate having to get up and grab my next can of drink. 

More crumbs fall out as he grins widely.  He has a few missing teeth that show when he smiles.

Boy: Yes now all of my problems have been solved.

He picks up a pretty thick black cylinder. on the end of it is a silver claw.  He holds it up and waves it around a little.  His belly shakes when he does this.

Boy:  Yes this is the reach around and I love it.  You just press this little red button here and aim it.

He aims it towards a shelf and presses the button the claw makes its way towards where he aimed.  It is attached to a rubbery black arm which is now coming out of the cylinder.  It reaches the can of drink that is on the shelf but knocks over a plastic cup as it connects with the can.  The claw grips the can and the boy releases the button and the arm begins to move back towards him.  It eventually reaches him and now the claw is back on the end of the cylinder. He takes the can off the claw and opens it.  He takes a long drink from it and smiles once again.

Boy: The reach around can also go round corners and I love it.

He presses the button again and it begins to extend once again. He turns a dial and it goes round one of the corners of his bedroom and reaches the light switch.  He uses the claw to turn off the light.  He then with his free arm turns on his lamp which is situated just next to him.  As he does this though the reach around falls out of his hand and to the floor.  The boy looks sickened by this and he shakes his head hard.

Boy: Mom I need my reach around, I dropped it. 

His mum enters the room as the scene fades to black and now all we see is some text.

Never be without your reach around.

Bob: Welcome back to Edge, ladies and gentlemen. It may feel like we started the night off with a main event after that fantastic Battle Royal, and the next match is not going to change that feeling. It's time for an Xtreme rules competition.

Cal: Yep. Persephone Waters calls this her territory, but Carmichael assures us all that we're about to see a new side of him. A side he himself doesn't fully comprehend yet.

Bob: And that can be quite scary in an Xtreem rules match. Let's toss it to Tim, and get things going.

( Thomas Carmichael vs. Persephone Waters - Xtreme Rules Match )

Tim Marshal: The following contest is an Xtreme rules match scheduled for one fall!

"Epic" by Faith No More hits the PA system and Persephone makes her way out with a goofy smirk on her face.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, currently residing in San Diego, California, Persephone Waters!

Bob: Lots of confidence radiating from Persephone here. She's taking this Xtreme match very seriously.

Cal: Seems like she's taking a lot of things seriously recently. It's good for her.

She calmly makes her way down to the ring, seeming oblivious to the crowd reaction before she slides into the ring and pops back up to her feet, the grin still present as she takes her corner.

As Black Betty plays through the speakers Thomas steps out onto the entrance ramp. He stares straight ahead and walks down as green and gold pyro goes off behind him ala Edge.

Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Adelaide, Australia, weighing in at 275 pounds, Thomas Carmichael!

Bob: Thomas looks pretty confident himself.

Cal: Yeah, the little bit of uncertainty that Thomas has isn't necessarily a bad thing. When you don't know your limits, you'll push yourself to find them, especially in a sport like this one.

Bob: Let's just hope Persephone realizes that's exactly what he might do here tonight.

Thomas slides into the ring and sits on top of the back right turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin. Both superstars look tense, and ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, which is what they do as soon as the bell rings. Both launch themselves at one another, but it is Persephone who delivers the first strike, slamming a roundhouse kick to the back of Thomas's head. He goes down on his face, and Persephone keeps on moving past him, dashing right out the other side of the ring.

Bob: Oooo! Nice Roundhouse by Persephone. She takes the first shot, and she's already going to the outside.

Cal: This is an Xtreme rules match, Bob. She wants to hurry up, and make it Xtreme.

Persephone reaches under the ring, and fishes something out. She holds the object up to one of the nearby cameras, and we see that it is a bag. Persephone grins as she holds it open, revealing tons and tons of thumbtacks.

Bob: Thumbtacks? Already? But this match just started!

Cal: If you needed proof that this match was going to be awesome through and through, you've got it.

Not wanting to hesitate any longer, Persephone begins pouring the thumbtacks out on the floor near the ring, distributing them as evenly as she can so she can cover more ground. Meanwhile, Carmichael is moving. IN fact, when the camera shows him in close up, he's on his feet, climbing out the other side of the ring, and beginning to walk around.

Bob: Uh-oh. Persephone might want to consider turning around.

Cal: I don't think Carmichael even knows about the thumbtacks yet. I think he's just trying to get an advantage.

Bob: Well, if he's going to do what I think he is, he's about to get a huge advantage.

Carmichael eventually does see the tacks she's spreading on the floor as he comes up from behind. He watches for just a second, making sure she doesn't realize he's there, and then grabs her by both shoulders. Startled, she drops the bag, and the few remaining tacks. Carmichael turns her around, and quite easily lifts her into the air. He holds her there for a second, looking down at the tacks.

Bob: Oh boy. This is gonna be tough to watch...

Cal: Yeah, but it's all legal.

Gritting his teeth, Carmichael slams Persephone down with a vicious powerbomb right onto the thumbtacks. The tacks pierce her skin in dozens of places, and though she can take punishment, she cries out in pain reflexively. Thomas lets go, and takes a moment to look down at his handiwork. He sees the beads of blood dripping from her tiny wounds as she tries to move. Finding he can tolerate it, he moves to the edge of the ring, and reaches under, retrieving a plain steel chair.

Bob: Right on the tacks. Persephone won't soon forget that one.

Cal: What's Carmichael gonna do with that chair?

Bob: I don't know, but Persephone's getting up. Man, look at her back. Those tacks are still stuck in her.

Gritting her teeth, and using her formidable endurance to fight off the pain, Persephone makes her way to her feet. She moves carefully forward, getting used to the little twinges of pain caused by the tacks moving with each step. Seeing Carmichael with the chair, she becomes even more cautious. Then, Carmichael steps into a swing, using his reach advantage against her. She throws her hands up, catching the chair before it can connect. She uses it to pull Carmichael toward her, as he's too surprised to let go of the weapon. Then, moving surprisingly fast, she lets go, slips behind him, and performs an easy trip move that sends him toppling forward. The chair hits the floor first, then Carmichael's chest hits the chair, followed closely by his chin. He stays there for a moment, looking dazed.

Bob: Oh what a fantastic counter by Persephone!

Cal: This is why she says she feels at home here. She was easily able to come up with a way to turn that chair against a much bigger, much more powerful man.

Bob: And now Carmichael is bleeding too.

Cal: Yeah, he doesn't have as many wounds, but the one he has is certainly a deep one. Look at that chin.

Large droplets of blood pour from a relatively deep cut in Carmichael's chin. Persephone kicks him in the back, causing him to fall forward and smack into the chair again with his chest and face. He appears almost stuck there for a second, but finally manages to roll off the chair and onto his back. No fool, Persephone chooses to go for the cover. Wincing a little as she drops down, she pins Carmichael.

Bob: Persephone sees opportunity now. The cover!

1...

2...

With a grunt of effort, Carmichael gets a shoulder up, throwing Persephone off of him. She ends up rolling onto her back, and screams again as the tacks are driven deeper. She sits up as quickly as she can, and by that point Carmichael is making his way to his own feet, ignoring the blood still coming from his chin.

bob: Nice kickout by Carmichael there, and he's back on his feet.

Cal: I wonder if he knows how much his kickout actually hurt Persephone.

Bob: Another point to consider, Cal. He's really, really lucky that gash is in his chin. At least this way no blood is dripping into his eyes.

Cal: Very true. A good point, Bob.

Both Carmichael and Persephone stare hard at one another. Persephone examines the cut on Carmichael's face with a critical eye, while Carmichael stares confidently, unable to see Persephone's wounds but knowing they are there. Both move toward one another at the same moment, quickly locking up. Of course, Carmichael wins the power struggle, and tosses Persephone away. She hits the steel steps, and this allows Carmichael to return to the ring and reach underneath. He emerges with a huge blunt metal pole that looks as though it came off of some piece of machinery. He swings it experimentally, testing its weight and balance. But then, as Persephone turns and starts coming back at him, he suddenly grips the pole in both hands, and hurls it like a javelin straight at her. She gasps, but has no time to do anything more before the pole connects with her head. She falls backward, and doesn't move, the pole landing not too far away.

Cal: What a shot there, Bob. Carmichael may've just knocked her out.

Bob: I think he knows it too. He's going over for the cover!

Carmichael hurries to the fallen Persephone, who didn't even scream again when her back inevitably hit the floor, and covers her.

1...

2...

Out of pure instinct, Persephone kicks out.

Bob: No way. Now that there's some crazy endurance.

Cal: There's no question in my mind that Persephone is, in fact, at the top of her game right now.

Looking a little desperate, Carmichael hurries away from Persephone, though she is still stunned. He goes back to the ring, reaching underneath again. When he emerges, and looks at what he holds, he counts himself very lucky. He holds up the object, and it is a curious thing indeed. The thin leather strap he holds is the only safe area on the object. The strap has snaps on both ends, and looks as if it was made to fit around something. Below the strap are strands and strands of barbed wire that would hang relatively straight if the object were secure. the strands are long, and would extend down to the floor even from a pretty decent height. Carmichael looks around, and suddenly realizes just what this was made for.

Bob: What... What is that thing?

Cal: It doesn't look good, whatever it is. I'm pretty sure Carmichael just figured it out.

Smiling a little, Carmichael approaches the security barricade, and snaps the strap around the railing at the top. The barbed wire hangs as advertised, straight down, and pretty far across too.

Bob: My God! That's what it's for! Thomas Carmichael has just turned the barricade into a wall of barbed wire!

Cal: That is insane. Whoever came up with that is sadistic.

Bob: Hey, it might've been B Cool. You know of his involvement with Barbed Wire and Brimstone.

Cal: I honestly hope not.

Carmichael steps back, and looks at the brand new barricade. He then looks back over at Persephone just in time to see that she's moving again. He hurries over as she gets to her feet, and almost immediately grabs her, turning to drive her toward the barricade. Persephone's eyes widen in surprise as she sees what she's now approaching, and so she thinks quickly, managing to break Carmichael's grip before it's too late. Then, using her formidable speed, she again slips behind him. his own momentum is still carrying him forward, and so all it takes is a shove to send him smashing hard right into the barbed wire wall he just created. He screams in pure agony as the barbs pierce every part of him. Then, suddenly, perhaps due to the intense pain, the sudden system shock, he stops, seeming to lapse into a dazed state. He is still strangely conscious, but no longer screaming.

Bob: Oh my God! Right into the barbed wire!

Cal: I didn't even want to see that thing used, let alone have it backfire. That is brutal.

Bob: Is he even still conscious?

Cal: I can't tell, honestly. What's Persephone doing?

Stepping cautiously toward Carmichael, Persephone grabs him by the shoulders and pulls back as hard as she can, managing to rip him free of the barbed wire. Even Persephone pauses as she sees blood spattering the ground as soon as he's free, let alone the barbed wire itself, which is already covered in crimson. Keeping her resolve, though, she drags him over to the steps, and shoves him down onto them. Though he stayed on his feet for most of this, he does not resist her. Then, Persephone looks back at the bloody barricade.

Bob: I truly don't know. God that looks gross though.

Cal: Jerry wouldn't agree.

Bob: I hardly care what Jerry would agree with.

Persephone steps up to the barricade, measuring it carefully. Her eyes focus on the railing, and it becomes clear that she intends to leap onto it, though she understands that if she misses, she's in for a lot of pain. Finally she makes the leap, and stands precariously upon the leather strap that Thomas has secured. She steps backward along the railing, now keeping her eyes locked on Thomas's body, which still rests against the steps.

Bob: Whatever this is, she's crazy for trying it.

Cal: I think both of us have acknowledged that the sanity of these two has left them entirely.

Persephone backs up almost as far as she can while still keeping Carmichael in her line of sight. Then, taking a deep breath, she begins running forward along the railing. At the same time, Carmichael begins to stir. He looks up at her as she approaches, his eyes widening in shock.

Bob: No way!

When Persephone is lined up with Carmichael, she takes a flying leap, going for a shooting star press. Desperately, Carmichael tries to move, and does manage to push himself up and forward just a little bit. It is enough, though. Persephone doesn't quite hit Carmichael when she lands, though some of her does connect. However, in the process, her left arm is sandwiched between Carmichael's body and the stairs. As this happens right on impact, the result is a loud thud and a crack as the bone in Persephone's arm snaps. Another thud follows less than a second later, as Persephone's head bounces off the stairs as well. She stays there, half-slumped against Carmichael and obviously unconscious.

Bob: Oh my God. Cal, I think...

Cal: Yeah, Bob. Persephone's arm is broken.

Bob: I can't see that as having been intentional. Carmichael was practically out of it at the time.

Cal: Yeah, but it still happened.

Carmichael, still bleeding pretty profusely, sits there in shock for a moment, but finally pulls himself away from Persephone and the stairs, allowing her to fall free of them in a heap. Looking down at her, he knows what he should do. What he must do. And so he drags her a bit further away, and drops down for the cover. The referee nods, glad at least Thomas isn't continuing to punish an unconscious woman, and makes the count.

1...

2...

3!

The bell rings, and Carmichael's music begins to play. Some people in the crowd cheer, but others remain silent. Carmichael himself motions toward the back, trying to hurry the fast-approaching EMT's.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Thomas Carmichael.

Bob: Wow. I definitely was not expecting this. And think about it, Cal. If Carmichael hadn't moved in that one instant, this whole thing would've gone a completely different way.

Cal: Yeah, if she had connected with that, it would've been all over for him.

Bob: Thank God for these EMT's.

The EMT's arrive, and tend to Persephone first, loading her onto a stretcher. Carmichael manages to get to his feet, but the EMT's convince him to go with them as well, as the blood pouring out of him is plentiful. They make their way to the back as quickly as possible, which is still a bit slowly in their attempt to be careful.

Cal: I'm glad Carmichael went too. Persephone may have the broken bone, but Carmichael needs treatment just about as much.

Bob: Yeah. And this is only our second match. Wow. Well, folks, it's break time. As always, if we get an update on the condition of either one of those two, we will provide that update to you at once. For now, stay tuned as Ventor is about to take on the egg-obsessed Daemon Stone.

The scene opens on Roger and Markus Miller. They are standing in a kitchen. Roger is making salad. He smiles at the camera. Markus just stands there and looks at Roger working. Roger holds up a salad sauce.

Roger: Margery salad sauce. It will enhance the naturalness of any salad you want to make! Give it this soft and perfect flare.

With a grin he pours some of the sauce over the salad. Then he turns around to fetch something. That moment we see Markus pouring some other sauce over the salad. It’s dark red. He retrieves it and stands there grinning. Roger turns around holding up different versions of the sauce.

Roger: Margery also comes in the following flavors.

There is a listing of the different flavors. Then Roger with a big grin takes a bite of the salad. He smiles for a moment, then his looks changes to one of shock. He starts to cough and grasp his throat. His face turns read and he begins to sweat. He turns around and rushes to the sink and starts drinking water. Markus grins at the camera and holds up the bottle he poured in to the salad. He speaks out what it is.

Markus: Margery Hot Sauces! Not for pussy's!

The scene fades out as Roger is busy drinking water and Markus staring to have a good laugh over it.

Bob: Well we're back on Edge. No updates as of yet regarding the conditions of Persephone and Thomas, but we do have another match in store.

Cal: That we do. Ventor is just about to take on the incredibly strange Daemon Stone.

Bob: Yeah, first he's obsessed with eggs, and now he doesn't want to say anything at all.

Cal: Maybe he goes through mood swings. It's difficult to tell with that guy.

Bob: Well, Ventor seemed confident he was going to get another victory this week, and if Daemon's mood is as messed up as all that, he just might. Tim, bring 'em on out.

( Mark Ventor vs. Daemon Stone )

"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. He begins to strut down the ramp in a flashy robe, getting huge heat from the crowd.

Tim Marshall: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, Ventor!

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 waits for his opponent.

Bob: I think we could be in for a great match here, Cal. These two men have a hard drive to win it and I think it will be one hell of a battle here for us tonight!

Cal: Well we’ll see soon enough, Bob. On one hand you’ve got Ventor, the man who has been steamrolling his way through the roster, on the other you have Daemon Stone, a man obsessed with eggs… should be interesting to say the least.

Softly, the lights dim, as "The Ecstasy of Gold" starts to play softly over the speaker system. Daemon Stone walks out onto the stage, in a suit, which includes a tattered blazer, ripped tie, tattered jeans and a wrecked dress shirt. He stands on the edge of the stage, listening to the dull reaction from the Skyfall fans, as well as the boring sounds of his theme song.

Tim Marshall: And the opponent, the man without a past, the Egghead himself, Damien… Demon? Er… Dah-e-man Stone!

Suddenly, the song changes, it’s Schnappi das kleine Krokodill, as he drops the wrecked blazer from his shoulders and skips down toward the ring, arms flailing about, a large grin on his face as he jumps up and clicks his heels . The lights in the arena start to flash.  He starts to climb into the ring, but slips on the ring apron, face planting right on the edge of the mat. As he tries to get up he gets his head caught between the ropes, choking himself until the ref has to come over to help him out and into the ring.

Cal: Well, what a start that was. The match isn’t even underway and Daemon nearly takes himself out early. This really could be a sign of things to come in this match.

Bob: You know, I’ve seen a lot of things over the years but this… is he drunk?

Cal: No, just one too many eggs back stage.

Bob: Hmm… I suppose that could do it.

Cal: Really? That makes absolutely no sense at all. It was a joke.

Bob: Yes I know Cal, but so is this guy’s wrestling.

We head down to the ring as the ref goes over the rules. Ventor gives a slight nod in understanding as Daemon suddenly grabs the ref’s arm, asking for some clarifications and trying to make sure Ventor wont hit him anywhere near the face.

Bob: Well it looks like Daemon is trying to get a last minute rule change, something about his face being his livelihood.

Cal: Well if that’s the case no wonder he doesn’t have enough money to buy a decent set of new clothes.

The ref just shakes his head, pulling free of Daemon’s grip before calling for the bell and getting the match underway. Daemon suddenly doesn’t seem to want any part of this match anymore as he tries to use the ref as cover to get out of the line of fire. The ref sighs, turning around and giving Daemon a warning as Ventor just smirks and starts playing to the crowd, taunting Daemon about being a scared little baby. With his cover now gone, Daemon seems to get a bit of courage and takes a run at Ventor when his back is turned. Ventor hears him coming and turns around, his arms still outstretched, catching Daemon by accident and giving him a clothesline. Daemon goes down hard and all Ventor can do is just look down and laugh at him, shaking his head.

Bob: And Daemon manages to take himself out by using Ventor to give himself a clothesline.

Cal: Just when you think you’ve seen everything…

Bob: Well we can only imagine where it’ll go from here.

Ventor bends down, picking Daemon back up to his feet. He gives him a series of hard chops, knocking Daemon back into the corner. Once his back hit’s the turnbuckles, Ventor takes him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Daemon rebounds off the other side, heading back only to receive a roundhouse kick from Ventor, right to the forehead. Once again Daemon is down but not quite out as he crawls his way out of the ring. The ref watches him go and starts the count out.

1...

2...

3...

Cal: Looks like Daemon is on the run.

Bob: But it looks like Ventor is looking to head him off at the pass.

Cal: Head him off at the pass?

Bob: Yeah, it’s an old western term.

Cal: Right Bob, let’s focus here alright.

Sure enough Ventor is out of the ring and tracking Daemon down as the count restarts. Daemon seems to have had enough as he starts walking up the ramp towards the back. Ventor is right on his heels though and catches up to him quickly, giving Daemon a series of punches to the gut before slamming him up against the guardrail. Daemon starts to slump down but Ventor’s not done yet as he drags him back to his feet and marches him back down to the ring. Once ringside again, Daemon’s head is introduced to the mat several times, leaving him dazed, confused and with a bloody nose as Ventor rolls him back into the ring, following closely.

Bob: Ventor is really going to work on Daemon now, he’s not holding anything back.

Cal: I guess Daemon counted his eggs a bit too soon before they hatched on this one.

Bob: An egg joke?

Cal: I thought it was fitting…

Bob: And you tell me to stay focused…

Back in the ring, Daemon is back on his feet but swaying violently, it wouldn’t take much to send him back down. Ventor sizes him up for a moment, balling his fist tightly and everyone knows what’s coming. Ventor rears back and Daemon doesn’t even see it coming as Ventor connects with a huge left hook that one may even consider to be a classic. Daemon does a complete one eighty spin, his body going limp. He stands there for a moment, his eyes instantly glazed over, blood pouring from his nose and a freshly broken jaw. Suddenly he collapses in a heap on the mat, the ref kneeling down to check on him.

Cal: I think that does it…

Bob: It’s up to the ref at this point.

The ref quickly calls for the bell and the match is finally at an end. The ringside camera moves in for a close up of Daemon’s face, tears swelling in his eyes as he lays there unable to move, speak, or really do anything. Feeling like a scrambled egg, he’s been scooped up, poached, fried, baked and served over easy. The EMTs quickly make their way down to the ring to check on Daemon.

Tim Marshall: Here is your winner by knockout, Ventor!

Bob: And Ventor manages to put an end here to Daemon Stone, he looks pretty bad off right now.

Cal: I think it will be a long time till we see him back in any kind of wrestling condition.

Bob: Well no use crying over spilled eggs, let’s move on to bigger and better things as SWA’s Edge continues!

Cal: Right, Bob. Nice transition there. Bigger and better things? How about Behemoth taking on Simon Kayne.

Bob: Exactly. Stay with us!

We open with a shot of normal, everyday city traffic. Cars drive by our view, honking at one another. All this is backed by the sort of poppy piano-laden music you often hear in car commercials. And that's just what this is.

Voice: We all have our preference when it comes to which car we drive.

We see the flowing traffic again, and note that all the cars are conspicuously Honda makes.

Voice: That's why Honda has a little something for everyone.

The music stops abruptly, and a loud, presumably unmuffled motor is heard revving off in the distance. And then, it comes into view. A giant SUV, so shiny it appears covered in armor, which it may actually be.

Voice: Even this guy.

The huge vehicle slams into the other cars, knocking them aside as it makes its own path through the traffic. This is punctuated by Disturbed's Indestructible, which begins to play in the background. Still, the vehicle's driver cannot be seen through the tinted windows of the SUV.

Voice: He's big, he's bad... And now... He has his own car.

The huge vehicle screeches to a stop after turning into a well-kept driveway complete with flowers along the sides. It clashes mightily with the scenery around it. The door opens, and Behemoth steps out of the car, grinning hugely. He looks at the camera, points back at the car, and winks.

Behemoth: The Honda Behemoth. A big freakin car... for a big freakin man.

Indestructible begins to play again as we show a close up shot of the car.

Voice: The Honda Behemoth. Coming soon to your local Honda dealer. Honda. Something for everyone.

Bob:  Our next match of the night, we are about to see two experienced in-ring workers face each other.  Behemoth takes on Simon Kayne next. 

Cal:  This is the third time that these men are facing.  Simon Kayne has claimed that he is becoming more and more like when he first came back. 

Bob:  That may be true, but the question remains will that be enough to defeat Behemoth??

( Behemoth vs. Simon Kayne )

Tim Marshal:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!

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, 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 waits for Simon Kayne to come out. 

Bob:  You know, the name of his entrance theme really says it all about Behemoth.  The man is really Indestructible!

Cal:  Well, we’ll see about that after the result of this match I guess.

The lights go out as "Bad Company" hits the P.A. system.  The screen shows the words, “It is now time for the Feature Presentation,” followed by three crowns and the words triple-crown and The Main Event. As the song picks up, pyro explodes on the stage followed by a shower of sparks. Simon Kayne appears on stage and throws his hands up in the air. He slowly begins walking down the ramp and throws his hands in the air again, while spinning around.

Tim Marshal:  And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 237 pounds, “The Five Star” Simon Kayne!!!!!

Simon climbs up the steps, wiping his feet on the mat on his way into the ring. He jumps on the second turnbuckle, throwing his arms out, posing for the crowd.

Cal:  We all know the technical skill of Simon Kayne.  That is the only way he is going to pick up a win against Behemoth.

Bob:  Definitely.  He either needs to take out a leg, work on an arm, or choke him out. 

Cal:  Or all three of those!

The bell rings to start off the match.  Behemoth runs forward and tries to go for a windmill punch on Simon, but Simon ducks out of the way.  When Behemoth turns around he is met by a series of elbows to the face and neck. 

Bob:  Simon starts off this match by using his quickness with some fast-paced elbows. 

Cal:  This made him stagger a bit but it’s definitely not enough to take him off his feet.

With Behemoth stunned a bit, Simon grabs him by the arm and attempts to whip Behemoth across the ring.  Behemoth gets in a good stance, not budging even one inch.  Instead, Behemoth pulls back and nails Simon with a vicious clothesline. 

Bob:  And just like that, Behemoth reversed the situation right there.

Cal:  Well, that great stance helped root himself to the ground, keeping him balanced.

Simon sits up and looks like he is about to get up to his feet, but Behemoth keeps him to the ground with a running knee strike to the temple. 

Bob:  Down goes Simon again!!

Behemoth kneels down and hooks the leg.

One!

Two!!

Kick out by Simon Kayne!!!

Behemoth then grabs Simon by the throat with both hands, picking him right off the ground again. 

Cal:  Look at the pure strength, picking up Simon Kayne like he’s nothing more than a ragdoll.

Bob:  Now Behemoth has locked in a double hand choke!  Simon is gasping for oxygen!

Breathing heavily, Simon desperately tries to get out.  Eventually, Simon hits a few stomps to the foot of Behemoth, weakening the choke a bit .  Simon then pries the choke off and hits a European upper cut to the neck of Behemoth.  Simon continues the offense, hitting a few roundhouse kicks to the knee of Behemoth, bringing him down to his knees.   Simon runs back a few feet, runs forward, and nails Behemoth with a shining wizard.  This knocks Behemoth to the ground.

Bob:  Behemoth is finally laid out!!! 

Cal:  Now Simon’s going for the cover!  Will it be enough??

One!

Two!!!

Huge kick out by Behemoth!

Simon gets to his feet and Behemoth sits up.  Simon then leaps up onto the top rope while Behemoth gets up to his feet.  Before Simon can jump off, Behemoth grabs Simon by the top rope around the throat and the leg, and lifting him up in the air.  He then slams him down with a back body drop.  Simon’s back crashes the mat hard.  Instead of pinning him, Behemoth grabs him by the head and lifts him onto his feet.

Bob:  Huge back body drop by Behemoth, but apparently he isn’t done with Simon yet!!

Behemoth sets Simon up in a powerbomb position, lifting him up onto his shoulders. 

Cal:  If the last move wasn’t enough, this powerbomb is going to be overkill!!

Before Behemoth can slam him down, Simon nails a few punches to the skull, making Behemoth a bit dizzy.  From there, Simon nails a headscissor’s takedown, sending Behemoth head-first into the mat. 

Bob:  Huge reversal by Simon!  That was a bit of an uncharacteristic move of him to do, if you ask me.

Cal:  Well, the opportunity was there and Simon wisely took it.  Very smart on his part!

Simon walks over the Behemoth and gets control of his leg, hooking a Single leg crab.  He turns Behemoth onto his belly and drives his knee into Behemoth’s back.  He screams in pain, trying to reach the bottom rope.  Simon pulls him into the center of the ring.

Cal:  This is exactly what Simon needs to do to win the match, like we were talking about before.  He’s focusing directly on the leg of Behemoth. 

Bob:  Yeah, if he can take out of one Behemoth’s “kickstands” then he may have gained the upper hand.

Simon keeps the leg lock tight.  Behemoth uses all his strength and gets up onto his two hands.  He eventually turns over and uses his free leg to give Simon a few kicks to the stomach, breaking the hold.  Behemoth gets up to his feet.  Simon bounces off the rope and tries to go for a running spear, but Behemoth simply lifts his leg up and hits a big boot.  With Simon laid out, he goes for a cover.

One!

Two!!

Shoulder up by Simon!!

Bob:  All Behemoth had to do was lift that massive boot up to turn this match right around!

Behemoth grabs Simon and lifts him back onto his feet.  Behemoth grabs him around the throat and attempts to go for a chokeslam.  Simon doesn’t let this happen and kicks Behemoth in the stomach.  With Behemoth distracted, he wraps his arms behind him and with all of his strength rolls him up. Instead of pinning Behemoth, Simon uses his momentum and delivers a German suplex. 

Cal:  Rolling German Suplex!!!  Simon Kayne must have used every bit of strength he could possibly garner to lift the 530 pound monster!!

With Behemoth down, Simon Kayne waits for him to get to his feet.  Behemoth gets up, Simon Kayne goes for the Feature Presentation, but Behemoth blocks the superkick and holds his leg.

Bob:  It was almost all over for Behemoth right there, but Behemoth saw the Feature Presentation coming and caught the foot of Simon!!

Still holding Simon’s leg, he sweeps the other leg out and grabs it.  He then begins to swing Simon around, occasionally slamming him into the mat.  After a few seconds, Behemoth finishes off the move by slamming Simon’s head into the turnbuckle post!

Cal:  The Tenderizor!!!  Simon Kayne is dazed and confused!!!

Bob:  Behemoth’s going for the cover!!

One!!

Two!!!

Three!!!!!

The bell rings and Behemoth gets to his feet, standing over his fallen opponent. 

Tim Marshal:  Here is your winner, Behemoth!!!!

Behemoth walks away from Simon and steps out of the ring, meeting up with Natasha on the outside. 

Cal:  Well Simon Kayne was close to ending this one, but Behemoth didn’t let that happen!!

After Behemoth and Natasha make their way to the backstage area, Calypso and Michelle Kramer make their way to the ring.  Simon Kayne is still laid out from the match. 

Bob:  Now what is the meaning of this?! 

Cal:  Simon had to deal with one giant already, and now Calypso??  This can’t be a good night for “The Five Star!”

Michelle stays on the outside while Calypso slides into the ring.  Just as Simon is about to get up, Calypso grabs him by the throat and slams him back first into his knee.

Bob:  Broken Cross!!!  Somebody stop this madman!!

Cal:  I don’t blame anybody for not wanting to stop him.  Calypso isn’t exactly the most approachable guy, especially when he’s angry like this!!

On the outside of the ring, Michelle Kramer snatches the microphone away from Tim Marshal and slides it into the ring.  Calypso picks it up and stares down at Simon Kayne.  He puts the microphone to his lips, ignores the heat from the crowd, and speaks. 

Calypso:  Ok Simon it is time to finish it between us.  So let's see which one can remain standing.  The match will be a last man standing match.  I will finish you there and then.

Calypso then drops the microphone and after stepping over the top rope he makes his way to the back with Michelle following and waving sarcastically at the booing fans.

Bob:  Well, now it’s official.  We are set to see Calypso take on Simon next week at February Revolution in a Last Man Standing Match!!

Cal:  Who even knows if Simon’s ready to compete after the beatdown Behemoth and Calypso delivered here tonight.

Bob:  We’ll have to wait until next week to answer that question.  Our final match of the evening is coming up ladies and gentlemen!  Alex Shade takes on the Xtreme Champion’s henchman Thomas von Karstein in the main event!  Stay tuned!

Smoke begins to filter into a dark screen as an image of a red line appears on the screen.

"There are no lines to cross."

The red line suddenly disappears as a giant WE shows up where the line was.

"This isn't wrestling entertainment."

The letters begin to fade away but stop and crack apart and fall out of view.

"This is on the Edge!"

The EDGE Logo flashes onto the screen and begins to move to the top.

"This is nothing but Aggression!"

The aggression logo falls into the picture and smashes into the bottom of the screen with force, slightly breaking apart the letters.

"You are In the Squared Circle!"

An image of ITSC host Brandon Cole flashes onto the screen as he talks into a mic in his studio.  The image begins to slightly fade to where the other two words shine through it. 

"This is the SWA!"

The SWA letters break through the rest of the screen and smoke as they shine bright and everything else fades out.

"THIS IS WRESTLING!"

The SWA letters remain along with the phrase "THIS IS WRESTLING!" under it as the image then fades out.

Bob: Welcome back everyone and it's now time for our main event.  Thomas Von Karstein and Alex shade are about to do battle.

Cal:  They sure are and you have to think that Ciara is going to play a part in this for Alex.  Yes sure the hand of Seth Blitzer is in Thomas's latest attack but Alex has to be driven by the fact that Thomas has attacked Ciara viciously twice now.

Bob:  Yes and with Thomas doing this for Seth and trying to show how much loyalty Thomas has for the so called Blitzman you have to think that something will give.

Cal: Let's not wait any longer for this one Bob, let's go down to ringside and Tim Marshal.

(  Alex Shade vs. Thomas Von Karstein )

Tim marshal: Welcome to our main event!  The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

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 looking straight at the ring.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Halifax nova Scotia, weighing two hundred and four pounds, here is Alex Shade!

Cal:  Quite a mixed bag of results for Alex so far since his return Bob.

Bob: Yes certainly true Cal, but I think with what's at stake in this match in terms of the past these two have all of that goes out of the window.   

His arms are reached out slapping hands with the fans. The closer he gets to the ring he begins to run. Finally, 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.

The lights become blood red as the Title Music of Bram Stokers Dracula begins to play. Suddenly the sound of flapping wings and shrieks of a swarm of bats overlaps the music. The same time the lights begin to flash as if they were covered with flying bats. The sound and the flashing increases until it seems completely dark.

Tim Marshal: Introducing, from a mountain range in Europa, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, here is Thomas Von Karstein!

Bob: The strange alliance with Seth continues and what ever went on there Thomas is certainly enjoying his new lease on life.

Cal: It's despicable and I hope he is really proud of him-self.

Then in an instant the red light is back and the flapping sound is gone. In the middle of the Ring now stands Thomas von Karstein. He is holding a framed picture of Seth Blitzer. He looks around at the fans, then shakes his head. Then he puts down the picture in the middle of the ring. Then steps back from it and bows to it, as he has before to the fans. Then he carefully picks up the picture and sets it up again in his corner. Then he looks around at the fans again and just takes off his cloak, throwing it to the security. After that he waits for the start of the match.

Thomas looks at the Seth picture he has in the corner one more time before facing Alex as the match begins with the sound of the bell ringing as per usual.  Thomas lunges forwards but Alex has this scouted and side steps him. Alex delivers a drop kick to the knee of the unbalanced Thomas who falls onto his back.  Alex quickly mount's Seth's lackey and pounds away at his head with a series of lefts and rights.

Bob: Alex showing his determination here, he is not going to be denied.

Cal: It's too early to think that way yet Bob.  Sure he has started strongly but the match has only just begun.

The vampire reaches up and grabs the throat of Alex.  He then rolls over and with Alex now on his Back Thomas chokes him a bit before releasing him and getting to his feet.  Alex rolls over and gets to his feet too.  Both men stare at each other for a moment before they lock up once again.  Thomas Delivers an uppercut which catches the chin of Alex.  This gives Thomas the opening he needs and Thomas takes full advantage by executing a DDT.  He then drags Alex to his feet and whips him into the ropes.  Thomas catches Alex with a big boot. As Alex crashes to the mat once again Thomas waists no time and turns Alex onto his stomach.  From there he locks in a camel clutch and pulls back hard, applying pressure to the neck and upper back.

Cal: Good idea from Thomas here.  Keep him grounded so he can't use his pace and agility.

Bob; Yes and wearing him down at the same time.  

Alex's face begins to turn red slowly as Thomas continues to apply the pressure.  Alex tries to fight out of the hold but Thomas really has it cinched in.  Finally Alex digs in really deep and mustering as much strength as he can he manages to roll over.  This lands Thomas on the mat with his shoulders down and Alex on top of him in a pinning predicament.

Bob: What a reversal! and Alex looking for a  win right here! 

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: No too early.  He will need to work much harder in order to be able to beat Thomas Von Karstein.

Alex rolls over and tries to get his breath back but Thomas still with the momentum grabs him and lifts him to his feet.  Thomas picks up Alex and delivers a back breaker. Thomas then delivers a couple of punches but Alex rolls away and gets to his feet.  Thomas Charges forwards but Alex spots it and is able to counter it with an STO.  With Thomas down on the mat Alex stands up and leans against the ropes, catching a break. 

Cal: Alex shade manages to break the momentum there.  He was in deep trouble and he really needed that.

Cal: But he can't hang around here Bob.  He has to get back on the attack.

He knows that he can't leave it too long though and as Thomas begins to get to his feet Alex heads towards Thomas.  Alex grabs the arm of Thomas and takes him down with an armbar takedown.  As Thomas gets to his feet Alex runs forwards, hooks him up and drives him down with a Running DDT.  Alex turns Thomas onto his back and hooks the near leg as he attempts a pin fall.

Cal: Running DDT could seal the victory for Alex.

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Kick out!

Both men get to their feet and from out of nowhere Alex goes for the T O A D but Thomas sides steps it and grabs the neck of Alex.  Thomas picks up Alex looking for a choke slam but Alex kicks Thomas in the face as the former had him picked up.  Thomas staggers back as Alex lands on his feet. 

Cal: Wow, what an exchange there, just as Alex was going to try to finish it off with the T O A D, Thomas was able to evade it but then Alex was able to counter the attempted choke slam.  

Bob: A quick exchange of counters is always so exciting to watch. 

Alex charges forwards an catches the vampire with a vicious clothesline.  The crowd cheer loudly as Alex brings Thomas to his feet once again.  Alex delivers a quick kick to the gut and then follows it with a swinging neck breaker.  Alex then goes for another pin attempt with Thomas down.

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Thr kick out!

Bob: He had him, I am sure he had him.

Cal: No only a two bob but my it was close.

The crowd gasp as Thomas only just manages to kick out.  Both men get to their feet and an exchange of punches in sues.  Thomas brings up a knee to the gut of Alex which stops the former punkz member in his tracks.  Thomas goes behind Alex and hooks his head with an inverted face lock.  He grabs Alex's near leg and lifts him straight up in the air.  Thomas falls backwards dropping Alex on his chest which completes the inverted suplex.  Thomas rolls Alex onto his back and hooks the leg.

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Kick out!

Thomas shakes his head and looks at the picture of Seth as if looking for inspiration. 

Bob: What a disgusting display.  Seth is a slime ball and by aligning him-self with him Thomas shows he is no better.

Cal: So true Bob.

Thomas picks up Alex and sets him up for the blood bite.  He is able to execute the move successfully and with Alex down Thomas takes the opportunity to  climb to the top rope.  With the crowd booing Thomas looks around him-self, measures up his leap and comes off the top rope.  Alex is able to evade the Hail Blitzer though and Thomas lands on his feet but he has  jarred his knees. 

Cal: He missed it, he missed it.

Bob: Thomas is in a world of hurt now.  That really could have damaged his knees.

Alex knows he has no time to lose.  He rolls to his feet and makes his way over to the Staggering Thomas.  Alex nails Thomas with an uppercut and then follows it up with a drop kick to the knee.  This time the move is not meant to drop Thomas to the mat and it has the intended affect of dropping Thomas to one knee.  Alex uses the elevated knee of Thomas by stepping on to it.  It is this leverage that Alex is able to use in order to nail a shining wizard.  This does drop the vampire to the mat.  Alex gets Thomas to his feet and whips him into the corner.  He times his run well because as Thomas comes out of the corner he is in the perfect position for Alex to run up the turnbuckle, turn to face Thomas and flip forwards.  Alex nails Thomas with the So damn fly!  and Thomas is down.  Alex hooks the leg and Referee Bill graves drops to make the count.

Cal: So damn fly and what a huge personal win this could be for Alex!

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Three!

Bob: It's over! and Alex wins it!

The bell rings and the crowd cheer as Alex's music begins to play. 

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Alex Shade!

Cal: Alex has to be feeling great after that win there Bob.  I mean it's not an upset or anything but it sends a message to Thomas and to Seth too.

Bob: Absolutely cal,  Huge in terms  of the personal meaning behind the match but a hard fought victory never the less.

There is a moment of darkness and when the lights come back on both Thomas and the picture of Seth have vanished.  Alex continues to celebrate as the crowd seem to be very happy with tonight's SWA action. 

Cal: What a fantastic night of action Bob and the SWA just goes from strength to strength.

Bob: It sure does.  For us it's time to go though now Cal.  For Cal Norton, I am Bob Macatire and we will see you at February revolution!

After one final shot of  a beaming Alex Shade we fade to the SWA logo and then to black.