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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: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Friday Night Edge from Bob: A lot of
opportunities for things to get out of hand. That's the way I see it.
BUt that's not really a problem, either. It's what the fans love. "Till I Collapse" hits the speakers and new Xtreme Champion Julio Valdez makes his way out to the ring to a good sized reception from the crowd. He's dressed in a Chargers jersey and jeans, with his title belt around his waist. Nodding his head slightly to acknowledge the cheers with a slight smile on his face he makes his way down the ramp and hops up on the apron climbing into the ring. After signaling for the mic from Tim Marshal, he pauses to allow the crowd to settle down before speaking.
Cal: Looks like our
Xtreme champion is how we're gonna start.
Bob: And now that Julio
has that title, I'm sure he's got a lot to talk about.
Cal: Sure looks like
it, Bob. Julio: Thanks everyone, your support's meant a lot. Obviously, this past Sunday was big for me; something I fully intend on using to springboard my career going forward. It was hard work, despite what I may personally feel about both men it's never easy fighting two on one. And the fight did make getting my first actual meaningful win here all the more sweet. The crowd cheers some more. Julio: But I can't dwell on that, as proud as I am to be able to put my name in the record books here as a Champion, simply winning the title and adding my name to the long list of Xtreme Champions only means so much. The key is showing I actually deserve this belt, and can conduct myself as a Champion. And I know there's the Xtreme Timed Battle Royal coming up at Bloodsport, a match I fully intend on walking into as Champion. But, I don't want to just sit on my ass in the meantime and spend my time trying not to get attacked. I want to stay busy, which is why I want a title defense next week on Edge. He stops to scratch his chin with a thoughtful look on his face. Julio: Not just because I want to be a Champion that defends the belt, but because I feel the people deserve for their Xtreme Champion to relish the opportunity to give them the action they expect from a competitor in the Xtreme Division. I'm not picky who I face as long as they can give me a challenge, I just want a chance to keep showing what I'm all about. That's all for now, thank you.
With that he hands the
mic back to Tim as "Till I Collapse" hits again and he exits the ring,
acknowledging the cheering fans.
Bob: Well no direct
challenge, but Julio wants to defend his title.
Cal: And he wants to do
so as early as next week. Think anyone will step up?
Bob: Well, people have
a history of not doing so, but if nobody does, there's always a chance
someone will just be put in that spot.
Cal: Maybe, but it'd be
nice if management wasn't forced to decide who was worthy and who
wasn't.
Bob: I agree. What do
you say we get this night started, though?
Cal: Go for it.
Bob: Starting us off,
Cody looks to show the debuting midget Mideon that we don't take kindly
to people who don't promote their matches around here.
Cal: Really Bob, we
don't take kindly? When did you turn into a redneck?
Bob: Quiet Cal, let's
go to Tim Marshal for the introductions.
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall!
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 in at 180 pounds,
Cody!
Cal: Cody actually
seemed somewhat focused this week, let's see if it translates to the
ring. If he does have his head in the game we could be seeing some
improvements from him.
Bob: This could be a
great opportunity for him to get back on track, as he looks to start
turning things around.
He gets in the ring and
taunts as he waits for the match to start.
Low by Flo Rida hits as
MIDEON steps out and waddles his way down to the ring. The fans erupt
into a frenzy of tepid jeers and cheers. They don't really care about
this guy.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing his opponent, from The esteemed country of Solomon Islands,
Mideon!
Bob:
Anyone can be dangerous if you disrespect them by not promoting
your match. Let's see if that happens against Cody here.
Cal: Maybe Mideon is a
mute as well as a Midget.
As Mideon reaches the
ring and squares off with Cody the bell rings, and Cody immediately
levels the midget with a big boot causing him to do a flip in the air,
quickly following up with a spinning leg drop. Lifting the midget up
with ease he delivers a belly to belly suplex. As he awaits his
diminutive opponent to rise to his feet, he works the crowd by doing his
blue eyed dragon taunt with his hands causing them to cheer. As Mideon
stumbles up, Cody sets him up in powerbomb position and lifts him up
delivering The Forgotten Drop. As the little man crashes to the mat out
cold, Cody goes for the pin as the ref counts.
One ...
Two ...
Three!!!
Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, Cody!
Cal: Well, that was
quick.
Bob: A dominant
performance by Cody, hopefully that will be a lesson to Mideon to take
his opponents more seriously.
"On Our Way" hits again
as Mideon is assisted out of the ring by SWA personnel and Cody
celebrates as the ref raises his hand before finally exiting the ring
himself.
Cal: Cody sure is happy
to have broken his losing streak, gotta feel good for the kid.
Bob: Yep, but now time
to head to a commercial. Stay tuned though, we've got an exciting triple
threat coming up after the break!
The Scene opens on a
beautiful young woman dressed in thick clothes walking through a nightly
park. The moonlight gives the snow covered ground a silver shining glow.
She seems to be too occupied with her phone as she is frequently texting
something. Her breath is
condensing in the cold air. Suddenly a shadow appears on the ground some
feet behind her. It grows and forms a very imposing and frightening
silhouette on the ground. The silhouette has long pointy ears and long
claw like hands. The shadow slowly creeps forward, closing and opening
his claws in anticipation. The woman still is too occupied to notice it
as it slowly comes closer.
Only after she stands
in the middle of the Shadow does she realize it and, with a frightened
but also curious look on her face, turns around. She screams as we all
see the hideous form of Nosferatu standing there, hands raised ready to
grab his victim. His bald head is whiter than the snow. His claw like
hands spread and ready. His mouth with the two long pointy teeth in the
middle is half open and he hisses. Slowly he advances towards the
frightened girl, without any movement of his feet, he just glides over
the snow. Again the woman screams and starts to search through her purse
in panic.
Just as Nosferatu
reaches her, she pulls out a can and sprays something directly into his
face. With a painful howl he falls back, clutching his hands to his
face, which is slightly smoking now. The woman gaining momentum gives
him a furious kick into his nuts, which makes him squeal like a pig.
Hands on his tortured crotch and a burned face the old vampire falls to
the ground whimpering in pain. The woman kicks him some more with
triumphant hails, then again sprays him in the face. After that she
strides away, head held high and proud about the victory. Nosferatu just
stays down, whimpering and trying to recover.
The sound of boots on
snow is heard and Thomas von Karstein, dressed in his usual attire steps
into view and now towers over the fallen vampire. His eyes glow red in
the dark as he looks down on the whimpering form of Nosferatu with
contempt. With a smirk he looks up and starts to speak.
Thomas: Most of my kin,
especially such relics like this here, have problems adjusting to the
new vorld awaiting them now. The vorld ist not as easy as before. Humans
are not as easily scared as before and have more options of defense.
Hunting ist not the same anymore. But he vould never learn that. He ist
outdated.
Again he looks down on
Nosferatu, who still tries to cope with the attack he just took. With a
very sick grin Thomas raises his boot over Nosferatu’s head. The
deformed vampires eyes grow in panic as he for the first time sees
Thomas now. The camera heightens the angle of view so we only see
Karstein with his knee up. With a sickening and wild grin he stomps down
hard and we hear a short muffled scream of shock and the sound of
crushing snow and ash. As Thomas looks down with a satisfied look the
camera shows us that Nosferatu seemingly was reduced to ash, by Thomas
crushing his head under his heel, quite literally.
He starts to walk forwards not paying attention to the remains of
the old vampire and the camera now concentrates on Thomas. With a light
smile he continues as if nothing had happened.
Thomas: I vas not much
different. I struggled and could not cope vith these modern times. But
then Seth Blitzer, the Blitzman came and saved me! He not only gave me a
new purpose and reason, not just a new existence, no he also had the
perfect solution for the hunting problem!
With eyes burning in
unending gratefulness and favoritism for his master Thomas declares
this. Then he reaches behind his back and produces a can of Blitzerpro.
But unlike the normal Blitzerpro this is red/orange in color. He holds
it up with a wide grin for all to see. It’s labeled with the flavor
Blood Orange.
Thomas: The new and
improved Blitzerpro Blood Orange! Do not vorry it ist not of real blood.
But this masterpiece of natural ingredients paired with the best and
environmentally friendly technology ever, is so full of nourishment and
healthy ingredients that it even can replace blood for us vampires! Its
awesome taste also outweighs the sweet taste of blood by hundreds!
All in all this new
product, just like the original Blitzerpro, ist a milestone in the
energy drink market! A real top product that not only will make you
winners! No it will change your life! Believe me!
With a big happy grin
he opens the can, raises it to his mouth and swallows deeply, the red
liquid pouring down at his cheeks. With a satisfied gasp he stops and
grins into the camera, looking like he just drank blood. He holds the
can into view and states.
Thomas: Blitzerpro
Blood Orange! It vill change your life!
The picture becomes
defuse and Blitzerpro Blood Orange headlines appear praising it and the
original Blitzerpro! Scene fades to black. Bob: We're back live
here in Cleveland, and we're set for a triple threat. Cal: Either that, or
we're set for a normal, everyday singles match. We haven't heard
anything from Steve Evans all week, so there's some question as to
whether or not he'll actually show up. Bob: True. Doesn't seem
like he took the loss to Alex Shade particularly well, based on that.
But hey, if we are stuck with a one-on-one contest, I guarantee you
it'll still be good. Cal: Oh definitely. The
way the verbal battle between Carmichael and McManus went gives me no
doubt about that. Bob: Well then, let's
get right into this match, and see exactly what happens. Tim?
Tim Marshal: The
following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall! 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:
Introducing first, from Adelaide , Australia, weighing in at 275 pounds,
Thomas Carmichael! Bob: I feel Thomas
Carmichael understands his place here now very clearly. He knows he's
not the greatest thing, but he also knows just how well he's done of
late. He's certainly done well enough to offer advice to one who hasn't
done quite as much. Cal: Yeah, but there's
one more problem with rookies. Some aren't good at accepting advice from
others. Bob: That is indeed
true. Sure didn't make Thomas very happy, though. Cal: And that right
there is one of the reasons this'll be good. he's fired up. Thomas slides into the
ring and sits on top of the back right turnbuckle waiting for his
opponents. 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 go off on both sides of the stage. Tim Marshal: And his
opponent, from Black Rock, Ireland, weighing 145 pounds, Dominic
McManus! Bob: We've already
talked about how uninterested Dominic was in Carmichael's advice, but I
would endeavor to say he could've used it. Cal: Yeah, he talked
about how he knows he had been underestimating the talent here, and
later said he never underestimated anyone. It needs to be made clear
somehow what he's lying about, and what is actually true. Bob: Well, that aside,
he seemed ready to put a hurt on someone tonight. That someone may very
well be Carmichael. Cal: And it may be
Steve Evans. Bob: Maybe. 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. 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 opponents. Lights Out by Breaking
Benjamin begins to play. The
lights around the arena begin to flash in red as smoke slowly fills the
entrance way. They all focus on the middle of the entrance stage as
Steve Evans slowly steps out from behind the curtain and into the light
as all the arena is dark except for a single red light shining down on
him. Tim Marshal: And their
opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds, Steve
Evans! Bob: Well what do you
know? He is here. Cal: he is at that.
Look at the way Carmichael's looking at him, though. Bob: Yeah. Wow.
Certainly not very happy Evans didn't make his presence known throughout
the week. The lights come back on
in the arena and begin to flash in a strobe pattern as the chorus kicks
in and Steve stands at the very top of the ramp and holds his arms up in
the air and pyro begins to shoot off around him in a circle that first
goes clockwise then counter clockwise and then pyro rains down on him as
he smiles and slowly makes his way down to the middle of the ramp and
pounds his chest and then two more big blasts of pyro shoots out from
the stage and out over the crowd and he then makes his way down the ramp
and stops at the bottom of the steps and slaps hands with a few fans. He
looks around and then makes his way up to the ring apron and holds onto
the top rope as he wipes his feet and then slowly steps into the ring.
He makes his way over to the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd and
smiles and points to a few fans and then prepares for his match. As
indicated by Bob and Cal, Carmichael is indeed giving Evans an evil
glare, which Evans chooses to ignore. However, when the bell rings, it
is Carmichael that Evans goes for first. For the moment, McManus stays
put, watching amusedly as Carmichael catches Evans on the run, lifting
him easily into the air. Bob: and Carmichael's
got Evans. What's he doing here? Cal: Something
unCarmichaellike. Carmichael heads to the
ropes, lifting Evans just a bit higher, then turning him upside down,
and slamming him down, effectively delivering a brainbuster out to the
floor. Bob: Brainbuster! And
my God, I think Evans is out! Cal: Just like that. I
think you're right, Bob. He's not moving. Both Carmichael and
McManus look down at Evans, who indeed doesn't stir. Referee Ned Louis
looks as well, then signals for the EMT's, who immediately rush out from
the back, and quickly and quietly haul Evans away. Tim Marshal raises
his microphone. Tim Marshal: Ladies and
gentlemen, it has been deemed that Steve Evans is unable to continue.
This match is now a singles match! Some in the crowd boo,
others cheer. Carmichael heads back to his corner casually to square off
with Dominic. Bob: Wow. As you said,
Cal, just like that. Steve Evans is out of this thing, and it's down to
McManus and Carmichael. Cal: Well, we thought
Evans wouldn't show up at first, and now I'm sure he wishes he hadn't. Bob: He will wish that
when he wakes up, yeah. The bell rings again,
indicating the start of the new match. Both competitors stride toward
one another, and lock up. Carmichael easily outpowers the smaller
McManus, executing a quick side slam that puts him on the mat early. Bob: And Thomas
Carmichael with a quick move there. Cal: Thomas is
certainly showing us his abilities during this match, and now that he's
dealt with Evans, he may be trying to teach McManus a lesson. Carmichael backs up a
bit, waiting for McManus to get to his feet. He moves to lock up again,
but McManus, using speed rather than power, manages to surprise
Carmichael, and send him into the ropes. As he's coming back, McManus
winds back, and floors Carmichael with a massive left, helped along by
Carmichael's own momentum. Bob: Good lord! McManus
can punch! Cal: That he can. I
don't think Carmichael's out, though. He's still moving. Bob: I wouldn't expect
him to be out. After all, he has gone Xtreme, as we know. Still, to
knock a guy his size down that easily is saying something, especially
considering how much smaller McManus himself is. McManus looks down at
Carmichael, but moves forward to deliver a few good stomps a bit too
late. Before McManus can hit any, Carmichael rolls and gets back up.
McManus quickly backs off, then charges straight at him, hoping to
overtake him with speed. Reacting quickly, Carmichael catches McManus
just as he caught Evans, and delivers a sickening gutbuster. Bob: Oooo! Gutbuster!
That'll hurt for quite a while. Cal: He's gotta suck it
up, though. He can't afford to let that affect him too much. Carmichael successfully
delivers a few stomps to McManus's back, making it all the more
difficult for him to catch his breath. Still, McManus fights through it,
getting back to his feet, though he coughs and splutters a little
afterward. Carmichael turns, going for a quick clothesline, but McManus
ducks it, taking hold of Carmichael and quickly driving him back into
one corner. Bob: Uh-oh. McManus is
trying to stage a comeback here. he's got Carmichael in the corner. Cal: Lots of options
here. McManus reaches up,
takes hold of Carmichael's head, and slams it back into the post. He
then lets go of the man, and watches him slump. Bob: Oh man! I think
McManus just opted to show Carmichael a little Xtreme attitude there. Cal: Certainly that's a
borderline dirty move, and I can't imagine Carmichael appreciating it
when this is supposed to be a standard match. McManus steps forward,
his eyes locked on Carmichael. It is unclear what his intentions were,
however, as Carmichael suddenly lunges upward, his hand coming up and
snagging McManus by the throat. Bob: Wait a minute!
Carmichael from out of nowhere! Carmichael straightens,
heaving McManus into the air by the throat, then slamming him down with
a Crucification. Bob: Crucification! And
I'll bet that's it! Cal: I'll bet you're
right. Carmichael just could not be stopped tonight. Carmichael pulls
McManus a little further away from the corner before finally making the
cover. 1... 2... 3! The bell rings, and
Carmichael's music begins playing. The crowd cheers yet another victory
for Carmichael. Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, Thomas Carmichael! Bob: Thomas Carmichael
is starting to look like he's gonna be on a roll for a long time. Cal: Agreed. No matter
what McManus tried, it wasn't enough to halt Carmichael's momentum. Carmichael smiles at
the cheers he's receiving, but doesn't do too much playing to the crowd
before heading to the back. McManus follows suit soon after, looking
angrier than ever. Bob: Well it wasn't a
Triple Threat, but I think it filled its spot nicely. We've gotta move
on, though. Stay tuned, folks, as up next, we'll have a very angry as
usual Stephanie Frost taking on Renee Parfell.
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 from our commercial break.
After seeing that awesome triple threat match, we now get a chance to
see our current Anarchy Champion compete.
Cal: Sarcasm, Bob? Folks, in case you're just tuning in,
Bob's totally kidding. The match turned out to be a singles match,
though it was still pretty awesome. Anyway, Stephanie Frost takes
on a new woman in the SWA, Renee Parfell, in a non title match.
Bob: Even though the title isn’t on the line, one must
imagine that Renee is going to do everything in her power to win against
Stephanie tonight.
Cal: Stephanie feels as though Renee has underestimated her
this week. If that’s the case, than that’s not very bright of
Renee.
Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one
fall, and is a non-title match!!!
The Camera moves across the Arena, the lights begin to
flicker off and on in a strobe like effect, in shades of Gold in purple.
Several lights focus on the stage then swirl around as mist begins to
rise up. As the Music hits the faster notes the lights snap off
then back on with a golden spot lot to illuminate Renee standing there.
Several Gold and Purple pyros go off as Renee makes her way down to the
ring greeting several fans even hugging some of the younger male fans
much to their pleasure.
Tim Marshal: Making her way to the ring, from
Westchester, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 123 pounds, Renee Parfell!!
She steps up on the apron she slides in between the first and
second ropes and hits the far turnbuckle holding her hands up, she does
a back flip off the turnbuckle and stands waiting for Stephanie to make
her way to the ring. The music fades out.
Bob: Looks like the fans are excited to see Renee make
her in-ring debut.
Cal: They sure seem to like her attitude. Even that was
different from what we saw this week.
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.
Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, From Reading Berkshire
England, weighing in at 135 pounds, Stephanie Frost!
She hops onto the apron and steps into the ring over the
second rope. Silver pyros go off at two of the turnbuckles as Stephanie
runs her fingers through her hair. She then runs to a corner and blows a
kiss to a random fan. She then stands in the corner waiting for the
match to begin as the lights turn back to normal.
Bob: When you think of success you can’t help but to
think of Stephanie Frost. What a rough first match for Renee to be
in!
Cal: Yeah, whether the title is on the line or not you
know Stephanie is going to give an A+ performance.
Stephanie and Renee stare each other down as the bell rings
to start off the match. Renee and Stephanie lock up in the middle of the
ring, only for Stephanie to take advantage by hitting Renee with a big
slap across the face. This sends Renee back a bit, but Stephanie
continues the offense with an outside crescent kick across the face,
sending Renee down on the mat.
Bob: The rookie Renee is already taking a beating by
the hands of the Anarchy Champion!
Cal: Now it looks like Stephanie is going to put her in
the mount.
Stephanie mounts on top of Renee, sending a series of elbows
and punches to the head of Renee. Renee does all she can to block
most of the shots, but a few hit her temple hard. Stephanie stands
up to her feet and bounces off the ropes.
Bob: What’s Stephanie Frost going for here!?
Once Stephanie runs forward, she hits Renee with a senton
bomb right in her stomach. Stephanie crawls over to Renee for a
cover.
One!
Two!!!
Shoulder up by Renee!
Not letting Renee get any recovery time, Stephanie rolls her
over and applies an STF.
Cal: Close count by Stephanie. Renee couldn’t
even get a breather after that senton bomb!
Bob: Well that’s the reason why she’s our current
Anarchy Champion I suppose!
Stephanie controls Renee’s leg and head with much precision.
Renee grabs the hands of Stephanie and tries to pry the lock off, but it
is no use. Unable to break the hold, Renee manages to grab the
bottom rope. The referee calls for the ropebreak.
Cal: Good call by referee Ned Lewis. Now
Stephanie has to think of another way to punish Renee!
Bob: Let’s not count out Renee just yet Cal.
Maybe she can reverse the situation in some way.
Stephanie gets to her feet and stomps the back of Renee’s
head. She then grabs Renee by the hair, lifts her back onto her
feet, and whips her across the ring. She ducks down and goes for a
back body drop, but when Renee comes back she stops herself and grabs
the neck of Stephanie, giving her a huge neckbreaker.
Cal: Well, looks like you were right about that one
Bob! Stephanie is finally down!
Bob: Yah, but maybe not for long!
Stephanie, holding the back of her neck, quickly gets to her
feet. Renee continues the offense by hitting an arm drag.
Stephanie gets up yet again only to get a dropkick to the face.
Renee goes for a quick cover!
One!!
Kick out!
Bob: Only a one count and Stephanie Frost kicks out!
Looks like Renee has some work to do!
Renee gets to her feet and waits for Stephanie to get up.
It takes her a little longer to get up this time. When she gets
up, Renee attempts to go for a spinning wheel kick, but Stephanie ducks
down and dodges the move. Before Renee can strike again, Stephanie
gives Renee a quick kick to the stomach followed by a pulling
piledriver. Renee is laid out cold.
Cal: This match could be all over right here!
Bob: Stephanie just nailed her with that huge
piledriver right in the middle of the ring!!
Stephanie kneels down and hooks a leg.
One!
Two!!
Shoulder up by Renee!
Bob: I can’t help but admire the determination of Renee
Parfell.
Cal: Me either Bob. Stephanie has hit some big
moves on her so far in this match but she doesn’t seem like she wants to
give up very much.
Stephanie kneels down, stalking Renee and waiting for her to
stand up. Renee slowly staggers up to her feet. When Renee
finally gets up, Stephanie leaps up onto her shoulders and spins Renee
in the air with a huge hurricanrana.
Bob: Nightmare Wheel!!! Renee’s head crashes the
mat hard!
Cal: And now she’s hooking one of Renee’s legs.
One!
Two!!!
Three!!!!!!!
Stephanie stands up and gets her hand raised by the referee.
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Stephanie Frost!
Bob: A decent showing by Renee tonight, but I must say
Stephanie had control of this match almost the entire time.
Cal: Especially near the end of the match. The
pulling piledriver didn’t do Renee any favors, and the Nightmare Wheel
ended things for good.
Stephanie yells at Renee “Never underestimate me, Bitch!”
She then rolls out of the ring and makes her way to the back.
Bob: Wow, harsh words there by Stephanie!!
Cal: Moving on we are going to see The Figurehead of
the SWA, Mark Ventor take on independent wrestling sensation Lance King
for the first time ever.
Bob: That match
is next!
The scene opens outside
in a local park outside of New York City. The camera is viewing an older
gentleman sitting on a bench, holding his cane and his bag full of bird
seed. The man grabs some seed and throws it on the ground, attracting
most of the pigeons around the area. Mark Ventor, who is in the
background. Ventor walks up to the man and speaks..
Ventor: Listen!!
The old man doesn't
respond. Ventor raises an eyebrow, speaking with a louder tone of voice.
Ventor: I
said.....Listen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, the old man
doesn't say anything. For the third time, Ventor tries to communicate
with the elder man.
Ventor:
LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The man doesn't
respond.
Announcer's Voice: Need
a hearing aid? Get Miracle Ear Digital Hearing Aids. Now you can listen
to everyone's voice.....even Mark Ventor's!
This time, the old man
is equipped with one of the hearing aids this time. Ventor demands one
more time....
Ventor: What part of
LISTEN don't you understand!!!!!
The old man looks over
quickly at Ventor, almost like Ventor scared him a bit.
Old Man: You didn't
have to yell!!
Ventor rolls his eyes
as the scene fades to black....
Bob: Welcome back once
again. It's time now for Mark Ventor to take on Lance King.
Cal: Seems to me that
Ventor drew Lance out a bit this week. Lance started off with a promo
Ventor pretty much labeled generic, and then came back going all out.
Bob: Yeah, it did look
that way. However, drawing someone out can also be a mistake. We'll see
how it turns out for Ventor right here and now. Tim, take it away.
Tim Marshal: The
following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from
Parsippany, New Jersey, Lance King!
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, to climb 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: Lance King is
looking for the win here tonight, lord knows he could use one.
Cal: Well sure, Bob.
Plenty of people on this roster could use a win but when it comes right
down to it the win is going to go to the better man within that very
ring.
Bob: Well put, Cal,
let’s see if Lance King will be able to be that better man here tonight.
Tim Marshal: And his
opponent, from Trenton, New Jersey, Mark Ventor!
"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. 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.
Cal: Mark Ventor has
been on a rampage as of late, it seems like nothing is able to stop him,
let alone any of these superstars on the roster.
Bob: So true, Cal, but
as they say, all good things must come to an end and I think Lance King
could very well be that end for Ventor here on Edge.
Cal: We’ll find out
soon enough, lets head down to the ring and get this match underway.
In the center of the
ring the two men lock up, going back and forth, looking for position.
Lance rolls slightly to one side, throwing Mark off balance and quickly
whips him into the ropes. As Ventor comes back he is caught with a hard
clothesline, sending him down to the mat. Lance shakes it off, taking a
few steps back to calm down and allow Ventor to get back up to his feet.
Bob: He should have
capitalized after that one.
Cal: It looks like
Lance is taking it slow for this one, he doesn’t want to rush himself
and make a mistake so early in the match.
Bob: Well… I guess if
he wants to play it on the safe side.
Ventor is up on his
feet and Lance moves forward, looking for the tie up again but this time
Ventor gives him a knee to the gut, wrapping an arm around Lance’s neck
and holding him tight in a head lock, slowly choking him out. Lance
struggles against it but the more he does the faster he begins to fade,
dropping down to one knee, Ventor moving with him, applying pressure to
the hold. The ref moves in to check on things, asking Lance if he wants
to tap but Lance just pushes him away as he tries to find a way to break
free.
Cal: Wow this could be
all over right now!
Bob: Hang on, Cal,
these men are professionals.
Cal: So? What is that
supposed to mean?”
Lance slowly gets his
feet beneath him again, pushing both him and Ventor back to their feet.
He grimaces as he digs down deep, managing to get one arm wrapped around
Ventor’s waist, hooking a foot between his. Using his own weight, he
falls back, taking Ventor with him. They both fall, Lance somewhat
cushioned by Ventor who gets the full impact to the back of the head.
Ventor is a bit dazed, releasing the hold and Lance quickly rolls away
to the side of the ring to catch his breath.
Bob: A nice counter
there by Lance and now it’s a race to recovery.
Cal: And it looks like
the match goes on.
Ventor rolls over onto
his hands and knees, trying to clear his head as Lance uses the ropes to
pull himself up. He gets to his feet, drawing in air with long deep
breaths. He looks over and Ventor and starts to move forward but Ventor
sees him coming and pushes himself up to his feet. Lance starts to pick
up speed, looking for another clothesline but Ventor ducks beneath it in
time, swinging around and connecting with a hard kick to the side of
Lance’s head, knocking him into the corner. Ventor doesn’t waste any
time, going on the offensive. He keeps Lance in the corner, hitting him
with a barrage of lefts and rights. Lance tries to put his arms up but
isn’t able to block all of them. Finally Ventor switches tactics,
hooking Lance’s arm and taking him down with a hard hip toss.
Cal: Hard take down
there by Ventor and Lance is starting to look like he’s in some trouble.
Bob: Ventor is
definitely on the attack here.
With Lance on the mat,
Ventor starts to try to lock in the Ventornado but Lance once again digs
deep and does his best to fight back. He finally kicks Ventor off of him
and scrambles up to his feet hooking Ventor up for a DDT but just before
he’s able to follow through, Ventor slips out of his grip, pushing him
against the ropes. Lance rebounds, launching himself off the ropes with
a flying clothesline. With his arm out he’s unable to protect himself
and just before Lance connects, Ventor rears back, catching him in
midair with the Classic Left Hook. Lance suddenly stops, almost as if
he’s hanging in the air for a moment before he crumples onto the mat,
Ventor quickly going for the cover.
Bob: Oh! Did you see
that?!
Cal: I saw it, Bob but
I don’t believe it!
Bob: Ventor caught him
with the Classic Left Hook in midair!
The ref starts to count
out the pin.
1...
2...
3...
Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, Mark Ventor!
Cal: Well now I think
we have officially seen everything. Ventor gets the win in a big way!
Bob: And that is why
they call him the figurehead, Cal, because this man is made of granite!
Did you see how Lance just fell like a sack of potatoes.
Cal: That is going to
be on our replay list for some time! But we have to move on, we’ve got
even more to come here on Friday Night Edge!
Bob: Like a main event,
for instance! Thomas Von Karstein goes head to head with Joe Dick next!
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 time for our main event.
Two obnoxious people face off against each other.
Thomas continues to show his loyalty to Seth Blitzer and he faces
off against the man Seth hailed as being one of the real talents here in
the SWA.
Cal: Seth lorded on
that praise but he didn't get what he wanted as Joe Dick turned him
down.
Bob: In any case we
have this match and will Thomas be able to avenge what happened at
February revolution by Beating Joe?
We will have to see what happens.
Cal: I can't wait so
let's get things moving already, take it away Tim.
(
Joe Dick vs. Thomas Von
Karstein
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our main event!
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 two hundred and twenty
two pounds, here is Joe Dick!
Cal: Never a day off
from being an unpleasant human being, Joe certainly has all the tools at
his disposal in the ring but what a filthy piece of work outside of it.
Bob: He loves the
spotlite and he loves to make others feel small in any way he can.
Cal: He didn't get that
reaction on the wrist lock this week, that was quite amusing to watch.
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.
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: Thomas wanted to
show this week that he had no intentions to ever outshine Seth or as he
likes to call him, his master.
Cal: Yes and Joe said
in no uncertain terms that he doesn't give a damn.
However a win against Joe who shunned Seth this week would in
Thomas's eyes really show that he can atone for his mistakes we touched
upon earlier.
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.
Joe shakes his head as
he looks over at the picture of Seth.
The bell rings and both men charge towards each other.
It's Thomas who manages to connect with a clothesline.
Joe takes a tumble to the mat and Thomas begins to stomp away at
his narcissistic opponent.
Joe rolls over and Thomas's foot meets nothing but mat as Joe gets to
his feet. Joe goes on the
attack by punching Thomas in the face.
He does this a second time but Thomas brings up an elbow to block
it. Thomas then throws out
an uppercut but Joe dodges it and strikes Thomas in the gut with a knee.
This causes Thomas to double over and Joe uses the opportunity to
catch Thomas flush on the chin with a jumping knee strike.
This blow takes Thomas to the mat and Joe smiles broadly.
The Crowd boo but more because it's Joe rather than because of
what he did to his opponent.
Cal: This match starts
out in true ugly fashion.
Brawling their way to some kind of momentum and Joe wins it and takes
control.
Bob: Height and weight
wise there isn't an awful lot separating the two of them so it's their
stiles which will certainly be put under the microscope.
With out either one giving away too much in either department
they will have to rely on those skills to gain an advantage.
Cal: That was kinda
scientific there Bob, I am just trying to work out if it made sense.
Bob: I hope it did Cal,
It certainly made sense when I
was trying to formulate the sentence.
Joe picks up Thomas and
whips him into the ropes. On
the rebound Thomas is caught with a leg lariat. With the vampire down
Joe mounts him and delivers a series of punches.
Joe continues to do this un till Thomas manages to fight him off.
Thomas does this by rolling over and shoving Joe off of him.
Still a little worse for wear Thomas rolls over and grabs the
bottom rope and pulls him-self to his feet.
Cal: Joe is taking it
to Thomas right now. Thomas
looks like he is in Transylvania or something.
Bob: it takes one
counter or even a move out of desperation and Thomas will be able to get
some control him-self.
Joe meanders over to
Thomas and hooks his head, perhaps looking for a neckbreaker.
He is not able to deliver it what ever it was as Thomas fights
out of it and this time catches Joe hard in the face with an uppercut.
Joe staggers back and Thomas uses the opening he has managed to
create by picking up Joe and delivering a standard backbreaker.
Thomas picks up the legs of Joe and turns him over by stepping
over him. Well at least he
tries to. Joe uses his body
weight to block Thomas from turning him over completely.
The result is a bit of a tussle for a few moments but Joe is able
to win out by managing to free one of his legs.
With the Boston Crab a no go this time, Thomas drops a fist onto
the chest of Joe and then drags him to his feet.
Thomas now hooks the head of Joe and falls back, dropping Joe on
his head. Thomas goes for
the first pin attempt of the match.
Bob: Well executed DDT
by Thomas and he is hoping it's enough to get the win.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: If he actually did
think that would get the job done, he was wrong, kick out at two.
Thomas gets to his feet
and then punches away at Joe's head a few times.
Thomas then hooks up Joe and drives him gut first across the
knee.
Bob: Thomas is trying
to keep this match at a methodical pace.
Well executed gutbuster.
Cal: Great strategy
here and if it works Seth will take all the credit and Thomas will no
doubt agree.
Thomas backs away and
as Joe gets to his feet Thomas charges forwards.
Joe manages to avoid the attempted big boot from Thomas.
Not only does he avoid
it but he also manages to grab the attacking leg which leaves
Thomas standing on one leg and hopping just to retain his balance.
Joe kicks out Thomas's Standing leg causing the Seth worshiper to
fall to the mat back first.
Joe stomps away at Thomas a few times and the latter rolls over and gets
to his feet. It's Joe has the momentum however and he uses it to whip
Thomas into the corner. Thomas hits the corner back first and Joe stomps
away at the chest of a slumped Thomas.
Joe pulls Thomas to his feet and locks in a half Nelson.
He then completes the half Nelson face buster by driving Thomas
to the mat face first. As
Thomas rolls over onto his back Joe climbs onto the second rope.
He leaps off and lands a knee on the chest of Thomas.
Cal: That had to have
knocked the wind right out of him right there.
Bob: Judging by the way
Thomas is looking right now Cal, I am very sure it did.
Joe hooks the leg as he
attempts a pin fall.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: Two count there
and it's Joe's turn to dig deeper and find a way to beat Thomas.
Cal: This match has a
fair bit of this back and forth action.
It's what you want, a good competitive highly contested match.
Joe shakes his head as
he drags Thomas to his feet.
He drives Thomas to the mat once again with a swinging neckbreaker.
Joe brings Thomas to his feet and hooks him up in a sleeper.
Thomas fights out of it though and rolls Up Joe.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: surprise roll up
didn't work.
Cal: I liked the idea
though.
Thomas kicks Joe in the
gut and then takes Joe to the mat with a double arm suplex.
Thomas waits for Joe to get to his feet.
When he does Thomas charges forwards but misses the spear and
goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
Joe brings Thomas out of the corner and drives him to the mat
with a cobra clutch bulldog.
Joe climbs to the top rope as Thomas slowly gets to his feet.
Cal: Joe going up top
but what a match. The fans are loving it. They may not think too much of
the people outside of the ring but it's clear the SWA fans know a good
match when they see one.
Bob: They sure do and
they will take the memory of this match and this night home with them.
Cal: Yes and here goes
Joe! Joe leaps off the top for a crossbody, but Thomas sidesteps causing him to crash hard to the mat. As he pulls himself up holding his ribs, Thomas lifts him up for a chokeslam but Joe catches him with an elbow to the face causing him to release his grip and nails a superkick after landing on his feet. Gingerly crawling up top he again launches himself off and nails the Dick In The Face frog splash. He holds his ribs for a second after the impactful landing then goes to cover when suddenly Seth Blitzer dressed in a business suit dashes in from the crowd wielding a steel chair, leaping the guardrail. As Joe is about to hook a leg, Seth slides in and nails him in the back with a hard chair shot causing the ref to call for the bell. The crowd boos loudly more out of being deprived of a clean ending, and their hatred for Seth than any sympathy for Joe. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner by disqualification, Joe Dick! Bob: Oh come on now! Way to ruin our main event here. Cal: I guess we should have seen this coming, Blitzer did tell Joe he wouldn't forget being insulted after all. You have to wonder if this was planned all along. Seth nails Joe with another chairshot to the spine, before starting to bark orders to a recovered Thomas. At his command, he lifts Joe up and delivers the Blood Bite. As Seth yells "nobody says no to the Blitzman" at Joe's fallen body, he orders Thomas to prop the barely conscious Joe up. As Thomas holds him in place, Seth taunts him some more before grabbing the chair again and delivering a thunderous chairshot to the head which dents the chair and busts Joe wide open. Not satisfied still, Seth has Thomas deliver a backbreaker to the out cold Joe keeping him in place as he holds him across his knee. Casually ascending to the top rope, Seth flashes a cocky grin to more boos from the crowd before jumping off to deliver The Seth crashing down on Joe's chest and driving his back further into Thomas' knee. As Joe is dropped to the ground like a piece of garbage, "Still Dre" hits the speakers as Seth celebrates in the ring like he just won the Skyfall Title and Thomas raises his master's hand. Cal: A clear cut message sent to Joe Dick there, disgusting although you can't feel much sympathy as Joe would have no problem using those same tactics himself I'm sure.
Bob: Agreed, although I
wonder if that was a message to the locker room in general after the
Xtreme Title loss and not just Joe. Either way a pretty crappy way to
end what had been a great show here tonight.
Cal: It's been a
fantastic night of action even though it has ended on a sour note.
Bob: I am sure there
will be repercussions from this but it's now time for us to depart. For
Cal Norton this Is Bob Macatire saying see you all next week on Friday
night edge.
We see Seth still
celebrating in the ring with Thomas obediently celebrating with him for
a few more moments and then the scene fades to the SWA logo and then to
black. |
