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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: Welcome to the Bob: We do, but
certainly that's not all. Bob: That it is. Julio
will indeed defend his Xtreme title tonight against Alex Shade. We're
also gonna see the debut of a new tag team known as Team Swiss, and a
returning match as Behemoth takes on Simon Kayne after his controversial
victory last time around. Cal: A victory that
nobody realized was controversial at the time. It was only discovered
later when the video footage was reviewed by our very own Kyra Lavelle. Bob: Indeed. Now, I
mentioned the debut of that new team earlier, so let's... “Wolfbiker” by Evergreen Terrace begins to play. Wearing a black suit and tie, Ventor walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Instead of making his way to the ring he stands on the stage, staring at the fans around him and listening to the mixed reaction he is receiving. Bob: Looks like the Figurehead of the SWA is paying a visit, even though he isn’t scheduled for a match! Cal: He’s got a mic in his hand though. I wonder what announcement he has to give?! Ventor: Good evening Kansas City. I am going to make this announcement as brief as possible. Waldo Valdo Escobar, this message goes out to you. Pretty soon, the fifth ever Blood Sport is coming in a couple of weeks. Since nobody has felt the need to challenge Waldo at February Revolution for the Skyfall Championship, I can’t let the same thing happen this month. So Waldo, I am challenging you for the Skyfall Championship at Blood Sport. The fans begin to cheer and Ventor shakes his head in approval. Bob: Looks like the fans are pretty stoked about this announcement! Cal: I don’t blame them. We haven’t seen Ventor involved in the main event of a pay per view in a while. Ventor: I am looking forward to hearing your answer, Waldo.
“Wolfbiker begins to play again. Ventor makes his way
to the backstage area.
Bob: Well that's
certainly a strong way to kick off the night. A challenge from Mark
Ventor to Waldo, asking him to put his title on the line at Bloodsport.
Cal: And I can't see
Waldo refusing. This is technically what he wants. Ventor is stepping
up.
Bob: True enough. Well
now it's time for the first match. As I said before, Team Swiss, the
SWA's newest tag team, is about to debut against Wreck and Rage.
Cal: Definitely a tough
start for newcomers, but we'll see how they do.
Quick Results:
Nate didn't get his
match to us for an unknown reason, so here's a quick rundown.
Though Team Swiss were
new, they started things off at a quick and fiery pace. Wreck and Rage
were certainly up to the challenge, and gave them quite a fight even in
the beginning, but Team Swiss kept things even by staying fresh, and
tagging often. Therefore, neither member of Team Swiss could truly get
worn down by the veterans, and it was this that gave Team Swiss the
advantage they needed. After a hard-fought battle, Team Swiss was able
to score a pinfall victory over Wreck and Rage, cementing themselves as
something more than just the new kids on the block. Wreck and Rage left
with downturned heads, strangely unsurprised by their own defeat, while
Team Swiss left with smiles on their faces.
Bob: Well a big welcome
to Team Swiss as they take the victory there.
Cal: Certainly. Wreck
and Rage tried their hardest, but the team dynamic of these Swiss guys
was great, and it scored them a victory.
Bob: Now we've gotta
take...
"California Love" hits
the speakers and Roxy Lang storms out onto the ramp looking quite angry.
Bob: What's she doing
out here?
Cal: This is Roxy, Bob.
It won't take long for us to find out. With a determined look on her face she strides down the ramp, before hopping up onto the ring apron. She almost catches one of her stilletto heels on the edge of the apron doing so, but keeps her balance stepping in between the ropes. Grabbing the ring mic from Tim Marshal and spitting in his direction she waits for the cheers from the crowd to die down before beginning to speak. Roxy: Roxy fuckin' pissed bitches! It been long time since she had a fuckin' match, an' she ain't stand dis shit! Roxy live her life by three rules, one ... don't de-estimize Roxy! Next one ... shank any whiteys dat be in yo way! Next one ... true gangstas ice any bitches dat step to them! Next one ... don't de-estimize Roxy! And finals, Roxy hungry an' want some muthafuckin' pancakes! The crowd cheers the spirit of her message, even if it makes no sense. Roxy: I gots some bitches an' hos dat still gots beef wit', y'all mean? I be talking 'bout dat fucker wit' no eyes or nuthin' Spermin Witcher an' dat muthafuckin Ficus son bitch. No eyeball man, I told you Roxy don't like you bein' 'round an' shit but you still be here! What da fuck up wit' dat shit? I done looked to find yo main NBF base but couldn't find it, so guess it times for war in dat fuckin' ring again! Dis shit ain't ova by long way! An' you stupid muthafuckin' plant! It been said Roxy be onto you stupid plan like way long time ago last year! I been waitin' an' waitin' but you ain't never said nuthin'! Well Roxy sick a you bullshit! Just keepin' all quiets, makin' fun Roxy all like "Ooh, I be a plant an' Roxy ain't one! I don't gotta answer hers!" Well no mores bitch! No more Mr. Nice Roxy cuz dis be real war comin' up now fuckers! What I be sayin' is we got our big fuckin' showdown Boobspurt comin' up an' I says we has a match! It's hard to decipher what she's saying, but the crowd seems excited at the prospect of a match. Roxy: Me an' Jizz versus you two fuckers in a Roxy specialrized San Diego Street Fight! You done made big mistake unrespectin' me, an' now yo asses gone pay! I ain't wait for no answer neither 'cause I know you both be muthafuckin' pussies, so I sayin' right now it on bitches! See you in hell fuckers, 'cause dat where you gonna fuckin' be an' shit an' so will we 'cause we gone fuckin' kick you bitch asses! Roxy out bitches!
With that, she blows a
kiss to the crowd and chucks the mic back at Tim Marshal hitting him in
the head before exiting the ring as "California Love" hits again. As she
storms to the back, the crowd cheers once more for the special girl and
her determination.
Bob: Well, uh, if I
understood that correctly, Roxy Lang has just challenged Sherman
Witicker and, uh, a plant, to a match.
Cal: Sadly, I know
which plant she's talking about. You've seen it around. The one Dirk and
Billy used to fawn over.
Bob: O right, that
plant. Well, uh, do you think it'll accept?
Cal: I don't think that
matters. Roxy made it pretty clear that that match is gonna be made.
Bob: Huh. Well, for now
I say we take a break. Up next, the Damiens go one on one as Blake takes
on Stivers.
Cal: Not all the
Damiens.
Bob: Well no, but
enough of them for me to say that. Stay tuned.
The scene opens on the
Miller Brothers working out on exercise bikes in a fitness center. Both
are completely covered in sweat, breathing hard and looking totally out
of power and worn down. They pause and look at each other. Smiling, they
both bend down to their opposing sides and come up with a bottle of
Gatorade in their hands.
Markus right and Roger left, they show it to the camera and then start
to simultaneously drink their shares.
They both sigh relieved
and put the bottles back down. Then they nod to each other, starting
again with their workout. As they do, they start slowly but increase the
speed quickly. They get faster and faster, their moving legs start to
blur. Smoke starts to curl
up from the machines as the Millers just laugh at the enjoyment and
power they have now, both beginning to sweat in a yellow glowing fluid.
Suddenly with a loud crack the two workout bicycles jump out of their
holdings and race off. The Millers scream and hold on for their lives,
leaving the scene and we hear a loud crash.
The camera turns around
and we see two Miller shaped holes in the brick wall and a lot of dust.
Words appear in the middle of the screen which read.
Gatorade! Is it in you?
Scene fades to black.
Bob: Welcome back
Everyone. Next up we have
two Damien's doing battle in this one on one match up.
Cal: You know what was
funny about this match Bob?
I found it strange how these two who certainly have
a short history didn't say more than they did.
I mean they faced in the battle royal and of course they had that
match where they were forced to team up. I am sure they said more to
each other then now that I think about it.
Bob:
Cal I agree with you.
They have the opportunity to atone for that by putting on a good match
so let's go down to ringside and Tim Marshal.
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Damien Blake vs. Damien Stivers
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The beat of the music
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:
Introducing, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing two hundred and
fifty five pounds, here is Damien Blake!
Cal:
Damien Blake was quick to point out that He had beaten Damien
Stivers before in the battle royal.
Bob:
Yes and he also told Damien Stivers to keep an eye on his own
career.
Cal:
That can't be fun, getting advice from Damien Blake.
Bob: No but I think
most people just ignore him.
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.
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:
Introducing his opponent, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, here
is Damien Stivers!
Cal:
Damien Stivers said he is starting again and he has learned from
his mistakes.
Bob: It is not a lesson
one can learn over night but it was certainly a good move to visit
Waldo, now can he take what Waldo said and begin to improve on his
career?
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.
Referee Jack brigs
indicates to the time keeper that everything is in order and the match
may now begin. The time
keeper acknowledges this by ringing the bell.
Blake does one or two more poses before he steps forwards and the
match begins with a tie up.
Blake takes first advantage and backs Stivers into the corner.
After a count of four Blake backs away but as Stivers comes out
of the corner he receives a thumb to the eye.
The crowd boo this tactic as Blake takes advantage by delivering
a couple of strong right hands to the head of Stivers.
Bob: Damien Blake
showing that he doesn't mind how he does it just as long as it's him who
is in control.
Cal: An old cheap
tactic but it worked here.
Blake then winds up
looking for another one but Stivers manages to avoid it this time.
Stivers catches Blake on the chin with an uppercut.
He follows this right up with a DDT.
Stivers bounces off the far ropes and lands a leg drop across the
throat of Blake. Stivers
then hooks the inside leg as he goes for a pin.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: Ok it didn't work
all that well. Two count
after the leg drop from Damien Stivers.
Bob:
This could be fixing up to be a real back and forth match.
Let's hope that's exactly what it becomes.
Referee Jack brigs
daintily steps out of the way as both men head for each other once
again. Stivers still has control
and after a couple of rights he whips Blake into the ropes.
Blake rebounds off them and meets the out stretched arm of
Stivers, which causes the former Anarchy champion to fall to the mat.
Bob: Solid clothesline
there by Damien Stivers and Mr. Vain better get his butt in gear or he
could lose this match.
Cal:
It's early Bob but Damien Blake has taken some punishment.
Damien Stivers just has to stick with it.
Stivers brings Blake to
his feet and hooks his head, as if to go for a DDT or neckbreaker.
Blake delivers a couple of elbows to the ribs of Stivers and this
causes Stivers to release the standing side headlock.
Blake then takes a hold of Stivers and executes a belly to belly
suplex. Stivers tries to get
to his feet but Blake shoves him down and stomps away at Stivers right
arm. Blake then sits up
Stivers and bars Stivers right arm in front of his own body.
Blake then uses his own hands to hi per extend the elbow joint of
Stivers by pushing down on the wrist with one hand, whilst pushing up on
the elbow with his other one.
Cal: Ouch armbar and
look at the pained expression on Damien Stivers face.
Bob: Make no mistakes
here folks, what ever you think of him and trust me we don't blame you
if you don't like him much because not many people do, but he certainly
knows how to wrestle.
Cal: He sure does.
Good plan also to work on the right arm.
Stivers screams out as
Blake continues to apply the pressure.
The seconds turn into minutes as Blake continues to apply the
pressure. Stivers angles his
body in such a way that he is able to bring up a leg in an attempt to
break free of the hold.
Whilst the leg misses the intended target (Blake's head)
it causes Blake to jerk his head out of the way and this action
causes enough of a loosening of the armbar for Stivers to be able to
slip his arm out of Blake's grip and roll away.
Cal: He is free but
that had to have done some damage to his arm.
Bob:
Make no mistake about it, even though an armbar of that nature is
normally a ware down move it does it's job well and can really be
painful if left on for too long.
Stivers sits up and as
Blake makes his way over to him Stivers rolls him up and looks for a
surprise pin.
One...
Bob: Surprise roll up
by Damien Stivers!
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: Wow that hand was
going down for the three but just in the nick of time Damien Blake got
his shoulders up.
Stivers and Blake get
to their feet and Stivers delivers a kick to the gut.
He hooks up Blake, looking for a suplex it seems but as he lifts
Blake in the air Stivers right arm gives out on him and he drops Blake
to the mat.
Cal: There you go,
Damien Blake worked on Damien Stivers arm and now it's clearly weakened.
Bob: It sure is.
Had Damien Blake not worked on that arm I am sure it wouldn't
have given out on him like that.
Blake gets up quickly
and lifts up Stivers and executes a suplex.
Blake then sits up Stivers and locks in a half nelson, hooking it
up on the damaged right arm.
Stivers screams out once again and struggles to get free.
He reaches and reaches with his left leg and manages to hook his
foot under the bottom rope.
Bob: The pain continues
for Damien Stivers but that break of finding the bottom rope came just
in time.
Cal:
He is hurting Bob, just look at him.
Bob: Damien Stivers
will really have to dig deep here.
After a count of four
Blake is forced to release the hold.
Stivers uses the ropes to pull him-self up.
Blake charges forwards but ends up eating a boot to the face from
Stivers. With Blake down
Stivers drops to a sitting position and uses the time to recover.
Bob: An opening for
Damien Stivers. This match
as been back and forth and it's impossible to call right now.
Cal: I think you are
right Bob. Even though
Damien Stivers right arm is hurt he can still really come back to win
this match. Don't count him
out yet.
After another few
moments both men get to their feet and meet once again in the middle of
the ring. Blake throws out a
left but Stivers ducks it and catches Blake in the face with a left
elbow. Stivers steps back
and catches Blake flush in the face with a super kick.
Stivers pulls Blake to his feet and whips him into the ropes.
He then catches Blake coming off them with a spinning heel kick.
Blake groggily gets to his feet but doesn't know where he is.
Bob: Damien Blake is in
the middle of next week at the moment,
llook at that vacant expression on his face.
Cal: Damien Stivers is
looking at the turnbuckle.
If he wants to go aerial now is a good time to try it.
Stivers climbs to the
top rope and leaps off. He catches Blake hard with a double forearm
which hit both shoulders.
Stivers then takes Blake to the mat with a northern lights suplex.
He holds on for the pin.
Cal: This is it! Damien
Stivers will win it here!
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: oh no he didn't
get it but my it was so close.
Both men get to their
feet. Blake interlocks his right elbow with Stivers left one. He then
turns so that both men are back to back and interlocks the other elbow.
Blake falls to his knees and then leans forwards.
He then drives with his legs as Stivers shoulders meet the mat.
Jack Brigs falls to the mat to make the pin fall attempt.
Bob: A back slide out
of nowhere for Damien Blake!
One...
Two...
Three!
Cal: He got it, I don't
believe it but he got it.
Tim marshal: Here is
your winner, Damien Blake!
Blake stands up with a
huge smile on his face as Mr. vane begins to play.
He then begins a series of poses as Stivers leaves and heads to
the back.
Bob: This match could
have gone either way. There were so many swings back and forth here.
Cal: It was a fantastic
match and a strong showing from Damien Blake.
He takes it this time but Damien Stivers has nothing to be
ashamed of.
Bob: No indeed he
doesn't. It's time for us to
move on though. We have a
break next but when we come back from it a new face to the company.
Stay tuned as a man who calls him-self Legion faces off against
Riz.
The scene opens and a
man dressed in a long white apron and wearing a chef’s hat walks
over to an oven. He opens it and takes out a tray of scones.
Voice: Scones they are
so good when their warm.
A girl bites into a
scone. It is clear that she doesn’t like it as she spits it out.
Voice: They are not as
good when they are cold.
A little boy sneezes on
a scone.
Voice: or when someone
sneezes on them.
A cat runs over a scone
and it now has mud on it.
Voice: or when a pet
has walked its muddy paws over one.
We see a blue box with
a picture of a scone on the front of it.
Voice: What you need is
protection.
A man opens out a blue
box which has a scone on the front and takes out a round piece of
rubber.
Voice: What you need is
a Scondom.
A woman fits a round
peace of rubber over a scone.
Voice: Yes the Scondom
fits perfectly and is perfect protection for Scones everywhere.
A girl bites into a
scone after removing the rubber off it. She chews on it with a
dreamy smile on her face.
Voice: the Scondom
keeps them nice and warm.
A little boy sneezes on
a scone but he then removes the rubber off it and eats it.
Voice: the Scondom
protects from unwanted infections.
A cat runs over a scone
and it now has mud on it. A woman walks over and takes off the
rubber and eats the scone.
Voice: Yes the Scondom
protects no matter what gets on to it.
A blue box with a scone
on the front is shown.
Voice: The Scondom,
always use protection. Suddenly drums kick in and are followed up by guitar as “Gallon of Faith” by 8KOunt hits the speakers. As the vocal track comes in and “HEY!” is yelled, pyro explodes from the stage. The fans begin cheering as the Skytron begins showing footage of various Alan Drake matches, such as Alan kicking B. Cool in the face, Alan glaring into the camera after the attack made by Sirus and Haddon and Alan holding the Skyfall championship. Alan himself steps out of the smoke lingering from the pyro and grins. He makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Once he gets to his feet, Tim Marshal hands him the microphone and then leaves the ring. Alan waits for the fans to calm down a little before speaking. Bob: Well we're back
live, and it looks like we've got a visitor.
Cal: And he's got
something on his mind. Alan: Now I don’t know how many of you have noticed. But apparently Kyra Lavelle is back in charge. And I mean actively in her office right now working on fixing shit around this hell hole. I think it’s pretty clear with the rematch between Behemoth and Simon Kayne that is happening here tonight. The fans cheer at this. It’s pretty clear they want to see a more competitive product. Alan: I don’t doubt for one second in Kyra’s abilities to run this place but there’s a little problem that I’m sure she’s going to overlook. So with that said, Derek get your ass down here. He waits a few moments as he lowers the microphone. There’s not a long wait before the beginning rifts of Burning Bridges by Seventh Day Slumber begin to play. The lights begin to strobe blue, black and white. Fog begins to build on the stage as the drums kick in and rapid fire pyros explode when they cut out for a brief pause. When they come back in, Derek makes his way out onto the stage, scattering the fog. He makes his way down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope. Getting to his feet, he makes his way over to Alan and the look he gives him is one that could possibly be extremely dangerous. He knows why Alan has called him out here and he’s definitely not happy about it. However, he doesn’t say anything to Alan at all. Alan raises the microphone and gets up in Derek’s face. Alan: You have a lot of explaining to do for your actions over the last year. You’ve hurt people and what’s worse is you let an attempted murderer go free. Derek just shakes his head and takes the microphone from Alan before Alan can rant on some more. Derek: We talked about this in the parking lot a few days ago. If it’s not clear to you now that I understand… I do agree, I have some explaining to do.. Then fine.. but as I said then. I have some explaining to do. Just not to you. But it’s pretty clear you want to make a big scene out of this. You want to just run me into the ground for all the shit I pulled. Fine.. I’ll give you your chance to get your hands on both myself and Damien. Next week on Edge it’ll be a handicap match. Me and Damien against you. Maybe that will help you get this shit off your chest. Alan grins, he can’t help it. This is exactly what he wanted. Alan: I want you at Bloodsport too. Derek sighs and shakes his head. Derek: I’m already in the xtreme timed battle royal for Bloodsport. No way..
With that he shoves the
microphone into Alan’s chest and departs the ring. Alan stands there
looking angry and glaring at Derek as he makes his way up the ramp, his
back to his best friend as he walks. The cameras cut back to Bob and Cal
as Alan leaves the ring himself.
Bob:
What a battle of words between Derek and Alan!
Alan wants Derek in the ring at Bloodsport!
Cal: Yeah, but
unfortunately for Alan, Derek is a little preoccupied with the Xtreme
Timed Battle Royal. Coming
up next, we are going to see the former Anarchy Champion Riz take on a
new wrestler on the scene, Legion.
Bob: We heard
what Legion had to say this week. This guy is a tad odd, don’t you
think Cal?
Cal: Just a
little bit, but just because he may have a few screws loose doesn’t mean
he will be easy pickings for Riz.
Bob: No doubt,
this could possibly be one of Riz’s biggest challenges to date.
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!
The arena darkens, a
red light flooding over everything as the theme begins. As the music
starts two rows of unholy monks in robes made of black leather with red
trim emerge, heading down the ramp and stopping at the ring. They march
in unison; the unholy monks in the front of each line carry large upside
down crosses. They stop as one and suddenly turn towards each other,
their faces solid like stone. Two large pillars of fire erupt on either
side of the entrance on the stage as Legion emerges. He wears a long
leather robe like the rest of them, instead of the red trim, woven
flames creep up from the bottom hem, three sixes sewn into the back.
With his head held high, he walks down the ramp between his followers at
his own steady pace.
Tim Marshal:
Making his way to the ring, from the 7th Layer of Hell,
weighing in at 235 pounds, Legion!!!
Reaching the ring, he
climbs up onto the side and then steps over the top rope, slowly
removing his leather robe and handing it to one of the monks before
dismissing them with a slight nod before focusing on his opponent.
Cal: What an
entrance!! I wonder how much skill this guy has in the ring?
Bob: Well, little
is known about Legion. We do know the guy stands at 7 foot 3
inches tall. He’s easily one of the tallest wrestlers on the SWA
roster today.
Cal: The question
is, can Riz block out the size of this guy? I think he has a
chance, after all he’s fought and won against Calypso before.
“The Loner” by Garry
Moore begins to play and all the lights apart from the ones above the
ring which turn purple go out. They then begin to come back on all in
purple. An orange spotlight shines on the entrance way and as the drums
kick in, Riz who is dressed in his black over coat steps out from behind
the curtain. He then saunters to the ring, leaving the spotlight
behind him.
Tim Marshal: On the way
to the ring, from Autumn valley, weighing one hundred and seventy
pounds, here is Riz!
Riz makes his way down
the ramp looking directly at the ring. Once he has reached it he climbs
up onto the apron and looks around at the arena. He then takes off
his coat and hands it to security as he steps through the ropes.
He looks around at his surroundings once more before taking a corner,
readying him-self for the match.
Bob: Despite
Legion’s massive stature, it doesn’t seem like Riz is backing down by
any means!
Cal: Quite
frankly I am not surprised one bit Bob!
The bell rings to start
off the match. Riz starts off with some hard offense, hitting a
series of punches to the face of Legion. The punches don’t affect
Legion all of that much, and Legion eventually manages to grab Riz by
the head. With all his might, he throws Riz onto his back.
Instead of falling down flat, Riz does a backwards roll and gets up onto
his feet. Legion runs forward, trying to go for a clothesline, but
Riz changes his level and delivers a low dropkick to the knee of Legion,
dropping him down to a knee.
Cal: Very
impressive to say the least! Riz managed to get Legion down to his
level already!
Bob: He can’t
stop though. He needs to continue with the momentum he has built.
Riz winds back and hits
a roundhouse kick to the head of Legion, laying him out on the ground.
With Legion down, he grabs both of Legion’s feet and gives him a
wishbone!
Cal: Ouch!
I don’t care how big you are, that wishbone can inflict damage on
anyone!!
With Legion laid out,
Riz rushes over for the cover!
One!!
Kick out by Legion!
Bob: Wow, only a
one count on that one!
Cal: I guess that
just goes to show it’s going to take a lot until Legion’s fuel tank
becomes empty!
Riz then quickly gets
to his feet, nailing a few stomps onto the chest of Legion. Legion
continues to stand up, absorbing most of the shots and finally getting
to his feet. Riz runs forward, trying to go for a flying forearm
to the face, but Legion simply side steps. When Riz turns around,
Legion nails him with a clothesline from hell! Riz hits the mat
hard.
Bob: And just
like that Legion turns this match right around! Those stomps
barely affected the guy.
Riz slowly staggers up,
but Legion keeps control by grabbing him by the head and the arm,
lifting him high in the air, and slamming him down with a brainbuster
DDT.
Cal: Riz is laid
out cold! Legion is going for the cover!!
One!
Two!!!
Shoulder up by Riz!!!
Bob: I wonder if
Riz is even conscious after that huge Brainbuster DDT! It sure
doesn’t look like it!
Legion wastes little
time, getting back up onto his feet. He grabs Riz by the head and
lifts him onto his feet, dragging him over to the turnbuckle. He
pushes Riz’s head neck first into the rope. He holds it for a few
seconds and eventually lets go. Riz begins to cough.
Bob: What a rope
choke by Legion! Riz needs to get his wind back after that move!
Cal: I don’t
think Legion is going to let that happen easily, Bob.
Riz leans on the
turnbuckle and takes a few big breaths. Legion backs up a few
steps, and then runs forward attempting to hit a big boot. Riz
ducks out of the way and this causes Legion to get his foot caught on
the top turnbuckle. Riz then takes advantage, hitting a few stomps
on the back of his knee. With Legion bent down a bit, Riz goes to
his back, grabs him around the head, and slams him down with a reverse
DDT.
Bob: Awesome
strategy by Riz! All he needed was a split second to reverse
Legion’s big boot and his match is in his hands once again!
Riz goes for another
cover.
One!
Two!!
Shoulder up by Legion!
Riz walks over to
Legion’s legs, grabbing both of his ankles and putting his leg
in-between, trying to go for a sharpshooter. Using all of his
strength, Riz tries to flip Legion onto his belly but Legion resists.
No matter how much he struggles he can’t get Legion in the submission.
Cal: This isn’t
working at all! Riz needs to change his game plan and fast!!
Instead of going for a
sharpshooter, Riz simply sits down and grapevines his leg around
Legion’s thigh, and applies a standard leg lock from the ground.
Bob: There we go!
Riz isolating the leg of Legion is a brilliant strategy!
Cal: No doubt.
If a building doesn’t have a solid foundation, it probably won’t stay
stable! The same goes for Legion! If Riz focuses on the leg
than Legion’s in trouble!
Legion is too far away
to reach the bottom rope. Legion lifts his other leg up and gives
Riz a few front kicks to the chest. After a few good shots, Riz
eventually breaks the hold. Both men stagger up to their feet.
Bob: Both men are
up!! This is a true nail biter!
Riz winds up, hitting a
huge punch to the face of Legion. Legion winds back and delivers a
punch of his own. The two go back and forth exchanging blows, but
eventually Riz uses his speed and hits a fury of left and right punches
to the skull of Legion.
Cal: Riz is going
crazy here!!
Riz then grabs Legion
by the arm, trying to whip him across the ring. Legion simply gets
into a good stance, bending both knees and maintaining his balance.
Instead of Riz Irish whipping Legion, Legion pulls Riz forward and nails
him with a huge shoulder tackle. Riz is laid out on the mat.
Legion walks forward, simply putting his foot on him for a pin.
One!
Two!!
Kick out by Riz!!
Bob: Not only did
Riz kick out, but it looks like he’s grabbing the big man’s ankle!
With all of his might,
Riz grabs the ankle of Legion and pulls him off balance, applying an
ankle lock. Legion falls to the ground back first. From
there, Riz converts the hold to his patented Figure Four Leg lock.
Cal: Figure
Four!!! This finishing maneuver has made many men tap in the past!
Bob: Can Legion
break out!!!
Legion tries to
struggle out but it is no use. He has no choice but to tap out.
The referee stops the match and Riz gets to his feet, getting his hand
raised high in the air.
Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, Riz!!!!!
Riz rolls out of the
ring and Legion is checked on by the ref to see if his leg is fine.
He eventually gets up onto both feet and stares at Riz.
Cal: Once again,
Riz conquered his match here on Friday Night Edge. Great debut by
Legion though, I must say.
Bob: Yes, a
veteran like Riz certainly is a challenge! Don’t go anywhere,
because speaking of veterans we are going to see Simon Kayne take on
Behemoth up next!!
The scene opens showing
a very calm area with grass and trees.
Voice: Tired of having
a tent that tears easily?
A blue tent appears on
the grass. The wind blows
and it just tears into pieces.
Voice: What you need is
the Mega Tent!
The blue tent is
replaced by a small silver box.
Voice: Press the little
button on the top and the Mega Tent will open by itself.
The little silver box
starts to open and a large silver cube begins to inflate.
Voice: The Mega Tent is
huge!
It finishes inflating
and it is very large and looks to be very spacious.
Voice:
Nothing can damage the Mega Tent.
Not thunder.
The Mega tent is struck
by lightning and nothing happens to it.
Voice: Not wild
animals.
A large brown bear
walks into the scene and tries to tear down the tent, but it cannot do
it. The bear just walks away
looking disconsolate.
Voice: Not even a
falling comet can penetrate the Mega Tent.
A comet falls and
crashes onto the top of the tent.
The parts of the comet just fall off the tent and the tent
remains unharmed.
Voice: The Mega Tent!
A carpet of ants walks
into the scene and they pick up the tent and walk off with it.
Voice the Mega Tent! Ok
so it’s not perfect.
The same grass and
trees are shown as the scene fades.
Bob: Up next we've got
a re-match, ordered by Kyra Lavelle.
Cal: Yep, the referee
missed a foot on the ropes at the finish of the last Behemoth-Simon
Kayne match so here we are again.
Bob: Both competitors
looking for a great showing here, let's head to Tim Marshal for the
introductions.
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights go out as
"Bad Company" hits the P.A. sytem. 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 showers of sparks. Simon Kayne
appears on stage and throws his hands up in the air.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 237 pounds,
"The Five Star" Simon Kayne!
Bob: Simon seemed very
accepting of Behemoth's apology about not seeing the foot on the ropes.
Cal: Well, Simon's
trying to change and I think the respect he showed again this week was a
sign of that.
He slowly begins
walking down the ramp and throws his hands in the air again, while
spinning around. 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.
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.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing his opponent, from Germany, weighing in at 530 pounds,
Behemoth!
Cal: Behemoth was very
gracious about the whole thing and wants to steal the show just as much
as Simon does.
Bob: Well that'll be a
tall task with some of the matches we've had so far and our main event
still to come but can only mean good things.
Behemoth's army meets the
opposers, Behemoth still at the forefront, and the slaughter begins.
Though some fall from the army lead by Behemoth, it is most certainly a
one-sided battle. Behemoth is weaponless of course, for everyone knows
that he is a weapon himself. He delivers punches so powerful that his
opponents' heads snap back, their necks breaking. He delivers blows so
accurate, that the noses of other opponents are jammed upward, directly
into their brains. He is shot again and again, but he never goes down.
The battle continues on screen as Natasha and Behemoth reach the ring.
Behemoth steps over the ropes like a Juggernaut, having lost almost no
momentum from the run, and Natasha rolls under the bottom rope. Behemoth
turns briskly to the crowd, and bellows his mighty cry once again, to
their cheering. Then, he faces Natasha, gives her a smile, and lifts her
daintily out onto the apron, from where she smiles back at him. He takes
his corner, and waits for the start of the match.
Bob: And here we are
about ready to go.
Cal: You can feel the
anticipation here. The bell rings and Simon starts out ducking and moving hitting several kicks the the knee of Behemoth trying to take out the leg of the big man. While delivering one of the kicks however, Behemoth catches the leg of Simon and easily tosses him like a ragdoll across the ring. Simon pulls himself up, and tries to find a new strategy to get in closer. He instead ends up being knocked down with a huge shoulder block from Behemoth which practically turns him inside out. With Simon downed, Behemoth goes for an early cover as the ref counts.
One ...
Two ...
Simon kicks out with
plenty to spare.
Cal: Why is he going
for a cover so quickly if he wants a great match? Bob: I don't think it's that he thought that would end it, more that it will make Simon expend a lot of energy each time he has to kick out with 530 pounds on top of him.
Behemoth then lifts
Simon up and presses him over his head, but he elbows his way free
landing on his feet delivering a few more kicks to the knee. Behemoth is
easily able to cut that offense off though with a surprisingly quick and
explosive windmill punch from the giant. Simon tries to shake the
cobwebs out from a seated position following the impact when he's
dragged back up to his feet. Behemoth whips him off the ropes and goes
for a clothesline on the rebound but Simon ducks under and hits a low
dropkick to the knee which staggers him somewhat. Simon then runs behind
Behemoth and springing off the ropes for momentum delivers a chop block
which takes him down to one knee. From that position, Behemoth has been
cut down to size where Simon can deliver a modified STO of sorts taking
him down. Making sure to hook both legs, Simon covers as the count is
made.
One ...
Two ...
Behemoth kicks out
powerfully.
Bob: Behemoth still has
plenty left in the tank, but Simon getting some momentum going.
Cal: That chop block
might be considered a dirty move in some matches, especially against
someone you respect. But, with Behemoth I don't think you can look at it
that way. Someone his size makes you change the entire way you wrestle
for most people.
Behemoth starts to sit
up and Simon looks to hook him for a DDT from the seated position, but
even then Behemoth has the strength to back body drop him over his head
sending him crashing to the mat. As he climbs to his feet, still on one
knee Simon springs off the ropes and run forward with a cross body block
but Behemoth catches him and standing all the way up delivers a pendulum
backbreaker, before bringing him down two more times against his knee.
Each time compressing the spine of Simon in sickening fashion, before
Behemoth lifts him high into the air not releasing his grip and sits out
delivering a thunderous choke bomb. As Behemoth keeps Simon pinned down
from that position, the ref checks the shoulders.
One ...
Two ...
Simon just barely
manages to kick out.
Cal: Wow, I thought
Behemoth had him there.
Bob: Simon's been
through some grueling matches recently, it takes a lot to kick out after
a powerful barrage like that.
Behemoth keeps on the
offensive, going to lift Simon up for a chokeslam, but Simon delivers a
nasty mid strike in midair to Behemoth as he's being lifted up. The move
seemed to catch him a bit awkwardly in the jaw, and Simon in a move we
don't see often from him climbs up to the top rope. Leaping off he
delivers a missile dropkick knocking the dazed Behemoth down. As he
pulls himself up, Simon sees this wasn't enough to keep him down for
long as he's starting to stir. Thinking quickly though, he delivers a
nasty shining wizard just as Behemoth is sitting up. Not taking any
chances, he leaps in the air delivering a knee drop across the face to
follow it up. He then goes for the cover, again hooking both legs as the
ref drops down to make his count.
One ...
Two ...
Behemoth gets a
shoulder up, albeit with a much less emphatic kickout than before.
Bob: Wow, I thought
Simon might have had him there.
Cal: I did too,
Behemoth looked to be completely out cold to me.
A bit frustrated, Simon
does manage to keep his composure. He measures Behemoth looking for the
Feature Presentation and goes to deliver the kick as Behemoth is halfway
up. standing in a rather hunched over position. Behemoth showing great
reflexes for a man his size however, manages to swat the leg away and
then grabbing Simon by the throat lifts him up and successfully delivers
a chokeslam. Now it's his turn to wait and measure his opponent as Simon
slowly staggers up. As Behemoth charges forward to deliver a big boot,
Simon just barely manages to sidestep it causing Behemoth to get his leg
caught in the ropes. Clotheslining his off balance opponent to the
outside. Simon follows him out, delivering a boot to his head while
standing on the apron. Meanwhile the referee begins a count on both men. One ...
Two ...
Simon hoping that
Behemoth is stunned sufficiently to not put up much resistance tries to
roll him back into the ring, but has no luck especially with his back
having been worked over and Behemoth instead tosses him throat first
against the ringpost.
Three ...
Four ...
Five ...
Behemoth charges
forward looking to sandwich Simon against the post with an avalanche,
but Simon ducks out of the way causing Behemoth to hit his head hard on
the post stunning him badly.
Six ...
Seven ...
Simon realizing the
count, takes a second to get his bearings back about him and tries to
climb back into the ring. Just as he he manages to step onto the apron
however, Behemoth grabs his foot and pulls his leg out causing Simon to
smack headfirst hard on the apron. Simon falls to the floor, but
Behemoth seemed to pull off that move more out of instinct than anything
as he's still too stunned from hitting the post to do anything.
Eight ....
Nine ...
He finally gets his
wits about him enough to try and climb back in, just as Simon crawls
back up to his feet as well but unfortunately for both men it's too
late.
Ten!!!
The referee signals for
the bell, as the crowd boos at not getting a decisive winner.
Tim Marshal: Ladies and
gentlemen, neither man was able to return to the ring by a count of ten,
therefore this match has been ruled a double countout!
The crowd is still
disappointed, as are both competitors who left all they had out there.
The anguish evident on both their faces. After a moment though, the
crowd begins to rise to their feet and cheer for the efforts of both
men. Simon and Behemoth for their part seem to appreciate the fact they
gave the fans their moneys worth, and each give each other a gesture of
acknowledgment for a hard fought battle as each heads to the back,
Natasha talking to Behemoth as he makes his way up the ramp. Bob: Well, a disappointing ending but still a hell of a hard fought contest. Cal: Both men have nothing to be ashamed of, although they're both obviously disappointed at the moment.
Bob: A great contest
indeed, but we have to head to commercial now. Stay tuned though because
after the break it's our Main Event, Valdez vs. Shade with the Xtreme
Title on the line!
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,
ladies and gentlemen, and what a main event we have in store for you. Cal: You can say that
again. We're about to see Julio defend his newly-acquired Xtreme title
for the first time, and boy is he ready. Bob: But on the same
note, his opponent Alex Shade seems ready to take that title away. Cal: Certainly Alex has
been approaching his recent matches with a whole lot of heart, and this
was no exception. However, he did seem to be accusing Julio of not being
quite Xtreme enough. Bob: An interesting
thing to say, considering he never accepted Julio's challenge, but
that's just me. Let's toss it to Tim, and get this started.
Tim Marshal: The
following Xtreme rules match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the
SWA Xtreme championship! As Paralyzer hits, 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. Tim Marshal:
Introducing the challenger, from Hallifax, Nova Scotia Canada, weighing
in at 204 pounds, Alex Shade! Bob: Looks like Alex is
just about ready to take on the world. Cal: Well, you heard
him. He's sprinting into this match. Bob: He had just better
remember that the faster you run, the harder the collision. Cal: Wow, Bob. That was
unexpected. Bob: It can also be
true. Alex is putting it all out on the line here, and that could come
back to bite him hard. He continues to walk
down the ramp looking straight at the ring. His arms are reached out
slapping hands with the fans. The closer he gets to the ring he begins
to run. Slides inbetween 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.
As Till I Collapse hits the
speakers, Julio makes his way out looking straight ahead staying focused
on the task at hand. Tim Marshal: And his
opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 218 pounds, he is
the SWA Xtreme champion, Julio Valdez! Bob: Man, listen to the
crowd. Cal: Indeed. Julio here
is definitely starting to develop a following. I wonder what he thinks
of that? Bob: The fans love a
superstar with as much drive and passion as we saw from Julio this week.
A drive and passion that was almost emulated by Alex, yes, but it was
less news coming from him, as we've seen it before. He makes his way down
to the ring at a methodical pace before going up the ring steps onto the
apron, and stepping through the ropes. As he makes his way to the center
of the ring, he gives a slight nod of his head to the crowd to
acknowledge any cheering before taking his corner. Both men stare at one
another from across the ring, just waiting for the bell to be sounded. Bob: And there's the
staredown. This is gonna be something. Cal: I'm with ya, Bob.
Bring it on, I say. The bell rings, and
Julio immediately turns, and leaps out of the ring. Bob: What the... Cal: Don't misread it,
Bob. I think Julio's about to get this thing off to an Xtreme start
early on. Indeed, Julio checks
under the ring, finding and removing something. He holds it up, and we
see it is a full can of what appears to be ravioli. Julio looks at the
can for a second, perhaps wondering why something like this ended up
under an SWA ring, then shrugs, and weighs the can in his hands. Seeming
satisfied, he turns to face Alex, who is still standing in the ring
waiting patiently for him, as if certain he'll be able to counter any
attack Julio throws at him. Bob: Is that... Cal: yes, Bob. I guess
Julio is about to assault Alex with canned food. Moving quickly, Julio
suddenly slings the can at Alex. It hurtles toward him at speed, but
surprisingly, he actually does manages to get his hand up, and catch the
can in midair with a loud smack. Bob: Wow. He caught it. Cal: Yeah, but it
would've hurt if it hit him. Like it or not, those cans actually are
pretty heavy. Alex suddenly raises
his arm, and lobs the can back at Julio. The move, coupled with the fact
that Alex caught the can in the first place, catches Julio off guard and
the can hits him right in the forehead. He falls back, the aluminum
seeming to have opened a small cut which is now dripping blood slowly.
The can clatters to the ground, but miraculously does not break. Bob: Oh man! Julio not
so quick to get his guard up there. Cal: And you see the
proof now of the lethality of a simple can of ravioli. Bob: I do indeed. The
top or bottom must've caught him right there. Alex leaps out of the
ring after Julio then, but does not pick up the ravioli can. Instead, he
reaches under the ring, and retrieves a kendo stick, which he brandishes
a few times before turning back to Julio, who is just beginning to get
to his feet. Bob: Uh-oh. Alex has
that Kendo stick, and that can certainly be a lethal weapon in a match
like this. Cal: Trust me, Bob.
Anything you find under that ring has the potential to be lethal. Bob: Maybe now, but
there was a time when this wasn't always true. Cal: I suppose you're
right. Julio reaches his feet,
and immediately sees the Kendo stick in Alex's hand. Alex smiles as he
moves into a series of complex maneuvers, all meant to taunt Julio and
make him wonder exactly when he's going to take his swing. It doesn't
work. Alex finally swings for the head, but in a flash, Julio's hand is
up, and he catches the oncoming shot in midair. He then yanks the stick
out of Alex's hands, adopts a two-handed grip on it, and shoves it
forward, slamming it directly into Alex's throat. There is a harsh
intake of breath from Alex that is very quickly cut off by choking as
Julio presses the weapon into Alex's throat. Then, still keeping his
hands locked on the weapon, a grip that Alex is desperately trying to
break, Julio gets behind Alex and uses his feet to sweep his legs. He
drives forward with his shoulder, falling with Alex, but keeping the
stick pressed firmly into his throat and causing him to land on it.
Julio then lets go, the damage having been done. Alex is now struggling,
and in a huge coughing fit. Bob: Oh man! I don't
think I've ever seen a Kendo stick used quite that way before! Cal: It was certainly
creative. I actually think the stick broke under him. Bob: It might have, but
I don't think that matters. If Julio hurries up and goes for the pin, he
may very well have it here. Julio seems to have the
same idea, as he rolls Alex over, and goes for the cover while Alex is
still coughing. The Kendo stick is indeed lying broken on the ground. 1... 2... Even in spite of his
coughing, and perhaps helped a bit by it, Alex manages to shove Julio
off and sit up, only to double over immediately afterward. Cal: Well, he went for
it. Was certainly worth a shot. Bob: Yeah, but I think
the cough was actually part of the reason he kicked out. Cal: I agree. When
you're coughing that bad, you're already in a state of desperation. Julio is kind enough to
let Alex get to his feet, and once he does, Alex seems to recover from
his fit fairly quickly, letting out a few massive coughs before finally
seeming to catch his breath. Once he is in stable enough condition, or
at least, a condition in which he can act freely once more, he wastes no
time in rushing Julio, catching him and whipping him straight into the
barricade. Bob: Ouch. If I didn't
know better, I'd say Alex wasn't very happy with the whole shot to the
throat thing. Cal: Yeah, he
definitely wasn't happy. And now he's looking to take some revenge. Alex delivers several
body blows to Julio while he's still up against the railing, then grabs
him, lifts him up, and performs a backbreaker right on top of it. Julio
cries out, and Alex lets him go. For a moment, it appears Julio is about
to fall over on the opposite side, into the crowd. He doesn't, though.
He slides forward, off of the railing, landing in a heap on the ground
in front of Alex. Bob: Oh man. A
backbreaker on the barricade. That could be a real tide-turner here. Cal: It could be. If
Julio wants to retain, he's really gotta suck it up now. Julio instinctively
rolls away from Alex, clutching at his back. He gets to his feet slowly,
testing his limbs, and Alex waits, wondering how much damage he just
did. Julio steps forward, one hand still on his back. Alex lets him
approach, his confidence growing. then, Julio lunges, his hands flying
forward and grabbing Alex. He spins him around, faceplants him easily
right on the floor, and instantly sets up for, and locks in his Omoplata/crossface
combination finisher. Bob: No way! From out
of nowhere! Julio with his finishing submission! Cal: I think Julio was
playing a little possum, BOb! Alex will have to try a lot harder to take
him out of commission. Bob: That's if he can
get out of this. He has nowhere to go, and they're not close enough to
the ring! Alex struggles, but
Julio hasn't actually used this move too many times, and Alex isn't
familiar enough with it to counter. Realizing he is in a falls count
anywhere situation and there's no hope of a break, Alex taps out, a
frustrated groan issuing forth from his lips. The bell rings, and the
crowd roars as "Till I collapse" plays again. Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, and still SWA Xtreme champion, Julio Valdez! Bob: Wow! What a clever
way to end it by Julio. He knew where he was, he knew Alex's confidence
would get the best of him, and he knew his back wasn't too injured to
pull it off. An incredible title defense. Cal: Not many Xtreme
matches are won without the use of a weapon in the final moments, but
this'll have to be considered the great exception to that rule. Julio gets to his feet,
smiling and absorbing the cheers of the fans. Alex also gets up, though
he's staggering quite a bit as he slumps off to the back. The referee
hands Julio his title back, and he holds it high once more, proud of his
own ability to retain it against someone who was certain he could take
it away. Bob: What a great
match, and what a great way to end the night. Folks, we're getting
closer and closer to Bloodsport, where Julio's Xtreme prowess will be
put to its ultimate test, but there's still one more Edge to go before
that happens. Tune in next week to see the final moments leading up to
this month's pay per view. For now, I'm Bob Macatire alongside Cal
Norton saying good night everyone. Julio begins walking to
the back, his title still held aloft as our scene fades to the SWA logo,
and at last to black. |
