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 ladies and gentlemen to another episode of Friday Night Edge! I'm Bob Macatire sitting as usual alongside Cal Norton, and Cal, yet another action-packed night in store tonight.

Cal: Absolutely. We've reached the week before Bloodsport, so things are starting to come to a head.

Bob: I'd say some things are exploding already. For instance, we've got Derek teaming with, of all people, Damien Acheron to face Alan Drake, and if that's not enough, the Skyfall championship is on the line tonight!

Cal: That's a good point, Bob. Ventor wanted that match to happen at the pay per view, but Waldo pretty much just said, "Why wait?"

Bob: And that's not even all the action we have scheduled. In fact, we're about to get started right now with Steve Evans, who admittedly hasn't been doing so hot lately, against Angel Acheron, who has told us all she is going to weed out the problem people in this company, and she has every intention of doing this the hard, and violent way.

Cal: Yep, and she's pegged Evans as one of those. This may not be Evans' night.

Bob: Indeed not. Let's throw it over to Tim Marshal, and get this started.

( Angel Acheron vs. Steve Evans - No DQ Submission Match )

Tim Marshal: The following match is a No Disqualification Submission Match! Introducing first, from Saint Louis, Missouri, Steve Evans!

The lights around the arena begin to flash in red as smoke slowly fills the entrance way as 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. 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.

Bob: Well this is going to be an interesting match to say the least. All this week we weren’t even sure if STEVE EVANS was going to show up here tonight.

Cal: What?

Bob: I was just saying that we haven’t heard anything from STEVE EVANS all week long.

Cal: Yeah, I get that bob, but why are you screaming his name?

Bob: I thought that’s how we where supposed to say it…

Cal: Let’s just focus on the match here.

Tim Marshal: And the opponent, from Castle Bar, Ireland, Angel Acheron!

The arena goes black, Vicarious by Tool hits the PA, and the opening of the song plays out to the :46 second mark before a spotlight shines out on the stage. Angel makes her way out and surveys her surroundings. After the lyrics kick in at the 1:07 mark, she makes her way down to the ring slowly keeping focused on the task at hand. As the camera zooms in, we see that she is not empty-handed. She carries a large meathook in one hand, which she brings to the ring with her. She also taps something that seems to be concealed in her outfit.

Cal: And here comes Angel, she’s looking very determined heading down here to the ring, business is on her mind.

Bob: So very true, Cal and it looks like she’s got some support in the crowd here tonight…

The camera moves out over the crowd, stopping on a familiar face.

Bob: Is that… Oh wow! It’s Damien! Damien Acheron!

Cal: No Bob, that’s legendary rock star Alice Cooper, obviously a fan of the SWA come out to see the show here tonight.

Bob: Really? I could’ve sworn that was…

Cal: Oh come on Bob, they look nothing alike! Now lets head to the ring and get this match underway.

The bell rings and the action is quickly started. Angel wields the meat hook, smirking as she swings is at Steve who manages to jump back and out of the way just in time, the metal of the hook gleaming in the light as if hungry for Steve’s blood. Backing up, Steve starts to look for a way out but Angel is already swinging the hook again. Steve jumps back again but isn’t quite fast enough this time, the sharp pointed tip ripping into his flesh across his chest, bringing out the sparkling crimson seeping out of the open wound, the evidence clear on the hook itself as well, Angel grinning with delight.

Bob: Dear god she’s not holding anything back here tonight!

Cal: All this blood, you’d think Bloodsport came early this year! What a vicious shot there with that meat hook.

Steve looks down at his chest, eyes wide in shock not yet feeling the pain but the soft burning sensation of the fresh cut. He looks up at Angel, blinking a few times in disbelief. Angel brings the bloody hook back up, the loop wrapping around Steve’s neck as she pulls him closer, giving him quick hard punches straight to the face, busting his nose. Steve’s knees buckle as he slumps down into a kneeling position on the mat in front of Angel, blood pouring from his nose, dripping down his chin to mix with the blood on his chest.

Cal: Steve doesn’t know what to make of this, I don’t think he was expecting anything like this.

Bob: And that’s the problem Steve seems to be having lately, he just doesn’t seem to have his mind in the game at all.

Angel lets out a laugh as she looks down at Steve, his eyes glazed over as he looks up at her, obviously no longer there as shock takes over his system, leaving him numb and unresponsive. Holding the meat hook firmly with in one hand to keep Steve up on his knees, using her free hand to pull out a shard of glass, smirking as she looks it over in her hand for a moment, forgetting about Steve for the time being as her eyes show glimpses of the many ideas racing through her head about how to use it most effectively.

Bob: She’s got a shard of glass in her hand now, Steve is defenseless against her, this just does not look good.

Cal: He is going to have to snap out of it if he wants to make it out of this match alive!

Slowly her attention is drawn back to Steve, a rather disturbing gleam in her eye. Her face seems to twist slightly, giving him a look of disgust as she pulls him back up to his feet, dragging the staggering Steve Evans over to the corner, using the hook to whip him into it chest first. Steve lets out a scream in pain, gripping onto the turnbuckle for support. Moving up behind him, Angel grabs Steve’s head, slamming it hard against the turnbuckle, screaming at him to tell him just how pathetic he is.

Cal: Angel is letting it all loose here tonight, she wanted Steve to step up his game but obviously those words fell on deaf ears this week.

Bob: Well I can guarantee he’s hearing her now, Cal!

Angel screams at Steve, telling him to fight back, to show something. She lifts the shard of glass and slashes it across his back, ripping into the skin, blood pouring from the fresh wounds. She continues to scream at him, slashing away at his back as she does so.

Bob: Oh come on! They need to stop this match now! This is going too far!

Cal: Steve knew full well what he was getting himself into when he stepped out here.

She looks at him in disgust, tossing both the meat hook and the shard of glass, shaking her head as Steve Evans slumps in the corner. After a moment, she grabs him out of the corner, tossing him to the mat and shaking her head. Suddenly she moves down, locking him into the Crooked Halo, slamming her elbow into his already bruised, battered and bloody body. There seems no way for Steve to escape, already passed out from the pain. The ref quickly tries to break the hold but Angel is having no part of it, trying to teach Steve a lesson. Finally out of desperation the ref calls for the bell.

Cal: And that is going to be the end of that.

Bob: Thank god! Let’s get some EMTs out here to check on Steve Evans, I don’t think he’s going to be able to leave the ring on his own power.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Angel Acheron!

Angel finally releases Steve, getting up and looking down at him. EMTs rush out from the back, checking on Evans before rolling him out of the ring and onto a stretcher, carrying him into the back for medical attention as Angel  smirks slightly before stepping out of the ring as well.

Bob: Well what a bloody match that was, I think it gives us all a good idea of what we could expect at the upcoming Bloodsport.

Cal: Well put, Bob, but we’ve got plenty more action coming up next! Like, for instance, Dominic McManus versus Billy Talent. That type of action.

Bob: Indeed. Stay tuned!

The scene opens onto a young couple. They are clearly newly wed and very much in love as their eyes show that sparkle of a relationship which hasn't been tested just yet. They are sitting in the living room of their new house. The female turns to the male, a look of complete joy on her face.

Female: Hey babe let's go out, it's a beautiful night.

Male: Sure why not.

They make their way out and stand in the garden. It is indeed a beautiful night. The stars are shining brightly and the night is very still and calm. The male looks up at the sky and then at his new wife.

Male: Look the whole night is so perfect, there is even a shooting star. Go ahead hon and make a wish.

The female looks up and indeed there is a shooting star. She looks more carefully at the shooting star and gasps.

Female: That's no shooting star babe that's….

The ball of fire that was mistaken for a shooting star is now hurtling towards the ground. The couple quickly back away as it lands with a heavy splash in the pond.  The couple approach the pond as a figure pulls it-self out of the water.

Male: Hey it's SWA superstar Riz.

Riz is now standing at the edge of the pond with a huge jet pack on his back. On the back of the jet pack written in bright yellow writing is the word Rizomatic.

The female looks at the soaking wet Riz and shakes her head.

Female: What is all this about?

Riz looks at the couple.

Riz: I am sorry but I was testing the Rizomatic. The Jet pack which always gets you from point A to B.

He says the last sentence in a voice which is meant to be an announcer’s voice but doesn't come off well at all.

Male: So seen as you were trying to get from a to b, am I right to presume that b was our pond?

Riz shakes his head and now has a very sheepish look on his face.

Riz: Uh no sorry about that. I guess there is a fault in the mechanics and perhaps it needs more tests.

His voice brightens up and he once again adopts that poor announcer’s voice.

Riz: But just for you two you can have a his and hers Rizomatic for free.

The couple have an identical look of incredulity on their faces after hearing these words.

Male: get the hell out of our garden or we are calling the cops.

Riz backs away from them slightly. He then uses his announcer’s voice again.

Riz: Buy the Rizomatic the jet pack that gets you from point A to...

The couple run towards him and chase him out of the garden as some writing appears at the bottom of the screen.

"The Rizomatic! The SWA's choice for jet packs. Use at your own risk.

Bob:  Welcome back folks to SWA Edge!  We see the Irish superstar Dominic McManus take on Billy Tallant in our next match.

Cal:  With St. Patty’s Day just passed, will the luck of the Irish set in and will Dominic pick up his first win tonight?!

Bob:  Let’s not forget Billy is probably hungry for a win here too, Cal.  He wants to get more wins under his belt too.

Cal:  I can’t wait to see this match.  This is a battle of newer wrestlers who are trying to take it to the next level.  Gotta love it!

( Dominic McManus vs. Billy Tallant )

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

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

Tim Marshal:  Making his way to the ring, from Blackrock, Ireland, weighing in at 145 pounds, Dominic McManus!!!!!

He then runs down the lane, giving high fives to those in front before sliding into the ring and pulling his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd before turning his attention to his upcoming opponent.

Bob:  Despite how many losses this guy has gotten you can’t help but admire his determination to turn his situation around.

Cal:  Well if he wants to turn anything around he’s got to either pin Billy or make him submit.  Not an easy task, I might add.

His music fades out.  The soft opening notes of a guitar starts up, then slowly blends into heavier notes as the lyrics begin, the lights go out then start strobing on and off. First from behind the curtain is Billy's Manager/Personal assistent, she is dressed only in her Bra and Panties and she is obviously uncomfortable and unhappy as she makes her way down the ramp. Finally Billy Tallant steps out, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he eyes the crowd disdainfully. He makes his way down the ramp ignoring the boos or cheers whichever seem to be, being thrown his way.

Tim Marshal:  And his opponent, from Toronto Ontario Canada, weighing in at 159 pounds, Billy Tallant!!

 He slides into the ring and pulls off his duster tossing it to Zoe on the outside of the ring. She moves to put it on but he shakes his head at her and she sighs and just stands there holding it. He stares unamused at Dominic McManus.

Bob:  Billy’s got a big name to live up to.  Let’s see if he has this so-called “Tallant” here tonight!

The bell rings to start off the match.  Billy and Dominic begin to circle the middle of the ring, trying to psych out each other.  From there Billy starts the match off with a few quick jabs to the head of Dominic, followed by a big reverse punch, knocking him off balance a bit.  From there, Billy winds up and attempts to hit Dominic with a hook punch, but this time Dominic ducks down, grabs him around the waist, and delivers a German suplex, sending Billy onto his back hard.

Cal:  It looked as though Billy was going to get the upper hand but that all changed quickly after Dominic reversed the hook Billy threw at him. 

Bob:  I am already predicting this is going to be a stellar match.  Both these competitors are pretty much the same size and weight, give or take a few pounds. 

Cal:  Yes, it should be an even match for sure!

Dominic raises his hand up and falls down with a falling elbow drop to the chest of Billy.  He stands up and does the same thing a few more times.

Bob:  Dominic isn’t going to let Billy get an opportunity to get to his feet.  Smart move!

Dominic stands up and quickly leaps up onto the top turnbuckle.  He waits a few seconds to gain balance, stares down at Billy, and goes for a body splash.  Billy simply rolls out of the way, making Dominic land belly-first on the canvas. 

Cal:  And Billy avoids being squashed like a bug!  Can he build momentum up!?

With Dominic still laid out on the ground, Billy quickly rolls him up with a small package.

One!

Two!!!

Kick out by Dominic!

Billy grabs Dominic by the hair with both hands, lifting him back onto his feet with ease.

Bob:  Billy takes control of the match once again, almost scoring a near fall.

Cal:  Now he’s picking Dominic up to his feet again.  I wonder what he has planned.

Billy grabs him around the neck and the wrist, delivering a snap suplex.  From there, Billy grabs him by the ankle, turns him onto his back, and locks in a single leg Boston crab.  Dominic tries to escape but Billy holds a good stance.

Bob:  How in the hell does Dominic plan on getting out of this one? 

Just a few moments later, Dominic reaches as far as he can and manages to grab the bottom rope.   The referee calls for the ropebreak and Billy reluctantly let’s go of the submission.

Cal:  Well Bob, does that answer your question? 

Bob:  Why, yes.  Yes it does.

Dominic crawls away from Billy, trying to regain his composure.  Dominic slowly gets to his feet.  Billy sees Dominic get up and charges forward with a running knee lift, but Dominic moves out of the way just in time.  Dominic then grabs him by the back of the head and slams it into the turnbuckle!  This stuns Billy a bit.  When Billy turns back around he is met by a jab/cross combination, knocking him straight to the ground.

Bob:  A huge double punch combination by Billy!!  Is Billy knocked out cold?!

Cal:  Well, maybe Dominic wasn’t lying about being a bare knuckle boxer after all!

Dominic simply kneels down and hooks a leg for the cover.

One!

Two!!!

Shoulder up by Billy Tallant!

Dominic stands up, and to avoid getting punched again Billy rolls out of the ring, getting major heat from the crowd.

Bob:  Don’t you hear the crowd, Billy?  Get back in the ring!

Cal:  Do you think Billy Tallant really gives a damn what these fans think?

Dominic then bounces off the opposite ropes, runs forward and nails Billy with a baseball slide to the outside of the ring.  Dominic grabs Billy by the arm, lifts him up, and slams him down once again with a scoop slam on the outside of the ring.  Dominic then slides into the ring.

Bob:  Well Dominic just hurt Billy pretty bad, especially with that huge scoop slam. 

Cal:  Looks like the referee has no choice but to start the out-of-ring count!

The referee begins counting.

One!  Two!  Three!  Four!

Billy slowly gets to his feet.

Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!!

Billy then rolls into the ring at the count of eight.  Infuriated, Dominic grabs Billy by the arm, Irish whipping him across the ring.  When Billy bounces off the ropes and goes back toward Dominic, Dominic tries to go for a clothesline.  Billy ducks down out of harm’s way.

Cal:  Dominic misses!  Billy shows his agility right there! 

When Dominic turns around, he is met with a swift kick to the stomach.  Billy bends down a bit, and nails him with an Evenflow DDT, sending Dominic face-first into the mat.  Dominic seems to be knocked out cold.

Bob:  Evenflow DDT!  Dominic isn’t even moving around after that one!

Cal:  He’s going for a cover!

One!

Two!!!

Three!!!!!

The bell begins to ring and Billy stands up, getting his hand raised by the referee. 

Tim Marshal:  Here is your winner, Billy Tallant!!!!!!

Billy ducks under the ropes and jumps out of the ring, meeting up with Zoe.  The two walk up the ramp and raise their arms and taunt the crowd, only to get nothing but boos. 

Bob:  Explosive finish by Billy Tallant!  There was no way Dominic McManus would be able to kick out of that huge DDT.  

Cal:  And still, Dominic has a winless record here in the SWA.  Things really need to turn around for the Irish wrestler, and fast.

Bob:  Well up next we have some great matches planned!  Thomas Carmichael versus Calypso the Deformed!  Alan Drake takes on both Derek Lavelle and Damien Acheron in a handicap match!  And the main event, we get to see Mark Ventor challenge Waldo Valdo Escobar for the Skyfall Title!  Don’t go anywhere!!!!

We fade in on a shot of Rachel sitting at a table in a coffee shop. A cup of unbranded coffee sits in front of her, and she's holding something in her hand, but the camera doesn't show us that. Instead, it focuses on her face as she smiles, and begins speaking.

Rachel: Hi, guys. Remember SWA mobile?

She suddenly vanishes, to be replaced with shots of the previous SWA Mobile commercial starring Russell Brown. After a few seconds of those, we cut back to Rachel.

Rachel: Neat, huh? We thought so. But ya know, it just wasn't enough.

Now, she holds up the thing in her hand. It is, in fact, an iPhone. On the top of the screen, the words SWA Mobile flash brightly, and below these, a menu.

Rachel: The SWA would like to introduce the brand new SWA Mobile app for the iPhone, and iPod touch. Now, taking the SWA with you anywhere means so much more. Check this out!

She scrolls down the expansive menu, which contains items such as roster, wrestler stats, bios, merchandise, and even videos. Selecting an item labeled Update, she is treated to another window which shows the latest SWA happenings.

Rachel: As soon as you start the app, you can click this little button to see everything new going on. There are links here to articles, and even videos of recent events.

She navigates back to the menu, and goes to the bios section.

Rachel: Want to learn more about your favorite SWA superstar? It's all right here. Stats will update automatically, but you'll never have to see stats you don't want to see.

With another flashy smile, she lowers the device, looking back at the camera directly.

Rachel: No more cluttered up text message in boxes, no additional charge for not having a texting plan. It's SWA Mobile, now bringing you more SWA than ever before on the go. And the price? Just $5. It's a one-time payment for a lifetime subscription. Download it now.

Her smile becomes a grin as she picks the iPhone back up, and starts browsing the app again. An announcer takes over to wrap it up as an apple logo appears next to Rachel.

Announcer: SWA Mobile. Now, there's an app for that.

He speaks much faster then, providing the finer details.

Announcer: Future additional features may require an additional payment. Use of. The SWA Mobile App is limited by internet connection, or 3G network. Some restrictions apply.

On a final shot of a grinning Rachel Drake, our scene fades.

Bob: Welcome back, and ladies and gentlemen it's time for Calypso the Deformed to take on Thomas Carmichael.

Cal: Thomas has been doing really, really well for himself lately. In fact, you could say he's on a bit of a roll. I honestly think Calypso will have quite a challenge to overcome here.

Bob: You may be right. Carmichael has proven himself to this company. He is indeed a superstar now.

Cal: And Calypso, well, he's Calypso.

Bob: Good enough. Let's go to Tim Marshal at ringside.

( Thomas Carmichael vs. Calypso The Deformed )

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

For whom the bell tolls by Metallica begins to play and Michelle steps out onto the stage. She smiles and waves at the booing fans before making her way down the ramp. After she begins her walk to the ring Calypso steps out and follows her down to the ring.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Newcastle, England, weighing in at 410 pounds, Calypso the deformed!

Bob: Well there's Calypso being lead by his manager Michelle. And speaking of leading him, I don't think I truly realized just how much she does lead him until this week.

Cal: Yeah, you get the impression she literally tells him everything to say, and if she didn't, he wouldn't say anything at all.

Bob: Maybe he wouldn't. Regardless, he sees Carmichael as just another guy in his way. Wonder if he'll barrel on through tonight.

Michelle takes in the boos as if they are all for her and continues to smile broadly.  When they reach it Michelle gets into the ring and then indicates for Calypso to do the same.  Calypso then steps over the top rope and walks to a corner as Michelle hops out of the ring.

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

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

Bob: Thomas's following has grown and grown since he got here. The emotion he's showing, the humanity, not to mention the passion, have made the fans love him.

Cal: And it's that same passion that drives him now. This kid has the potential to go far, and tonight is gonna be one of those nights that gives us a hint as to whether or not he will.

Thomas slides into the ring and sits on top of the back right turnbuckle, looking across the ring at Calypso for a bit before hopping down, and waiting in the corner. Calypso shifts on his feet, but his eyes remain locked on Carmichael.

Bob: Both men getting set for the match here...

Cal: The moment just before a match starts is always so intense. I love it.

The bell rings, and both men move toward one another at a quick pace. It is Calypso who gains the first advantage, though, using his reach advantage to snag Carmichael by the throat, and lift him into the air.

Bob: Oh man! Calypso already has Carmichael in his grasp!

Cal: This is definitely not the way Carmichael wanted to start this match.

Calypso executes a throat toss, sending Carmichael right back where he came from. Carmichael's back strikes the turnbuckle in his corner hard before he lands in a heap on the mat.

Bob: And there's a throat toss. Calypso's definitely thinking big to begin this one.

Cal: He wants to hurt him. He's probably thinking he needs to make sure Carmichael doesn't get in his way again.

Carmichael lays still for a moment, and Calypso begins walking toward him. Suddenly, however, Carmichael pushes himself up, and is on his feet far more quickly than Calypso thought he would be. He rushes forward, and shoulder blocks Calypso, staggering him a bit before delivering a basic double-leg takedown.

Bob: Carmichael sucks it up, and delivers the takedown! Great work there by Carmichael.

Cal: Yeah, but he's gonna have to do a lot more work if he wants to put a guy like Calypso down.

Indeed, Calypso is on his feet before Carmichael has a chance to work him over on the ground. Both men lock up, and surprisingly, there is an actual struggle. A struggle that nobody wins. They break the lockup, and begin trading blows, a contest that also seems to be even until Calypso delivers a savage throat thrust, causing Carmichael to fall backward, choking and spluttering.

Bob: Throat thrust!

Cal: Calypso seems to think the way to win is to cut off Carmichael's air supply while causing him pain at the same time. And if anyone can do those things, he can. Wait a minute!

Gritting his teeth, and fighting the intense urge to go into another coughing fit, Thomas surges back up, and moves forward, surprising Calypso and hitting him with a quick succession of blows that drive him back into the corner.

Bob: He's back up? He's back up! I don't believe it.

Cal: Apparently not, since it was a question the first time. Then again, I don't think I believe it either.

Carmichael steps back, then lunges forward, hitting Calypso with a solid clothesline that nocks him hard back into the turnbuckle. Then, Carmichael begins whaling on him with everything he's got.

Bob: My God, look at Carmichael go! He's on fire here!

Cal: He is at that. I sense some pent up emotion.

Calypso has trouble getting his guard up against Carmichael's assault, but finally, out of desperation, he manages to grab Carmichael around the middle, and heave him straight up into the air. Then, adjusting his position, Calypso sends him across the ring with a running powerbomb, thus also moving him away from the corner.

Bob: And out of desperation, Calypso nails the powerbomb.

Cal: It may've been a desperation move, Bob, but it also might've been enough. With the damage to his throat, I fully expect high-impact moves to take more of Carmichael's wind out of him than normal.

Carmichael does appear stunned, but Calypso doesn't immediately go after him, as he needs to take a moment for his own rest and recovery. Unfortunately, Carmichael still manages to recover relatively quickly given the circumstances, and is struggling to his feet just as Calypso starts to approach him. Angered, Calypso begins trading blows with Carmichael once again, expecting it to turn out in a similar fashion. This time, though, it is Carmichael who goes for the throat, and not for a throat thrust. Heaving with all of his might, Carmichael manages to lift Calypso into the air, and though he doesn't hold him there for long, he still delivers a picture perfect crucification.

Bob: The Crucification from Thomas Carmichael!

Cal: I certainly wasn't expecting that one, especially with those two brawling.

Bob: Well here's the cover!

Carmichael drops down and pins Calypso. We briefly see a shot of Michelle, whose face contains a mixture of boredom and disappointment.

1...

2...

3!

The bell rings, and Carmichael's music begins to play. The crowd cheers wildly.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Thomas Carmichael!

Bob: And the Carmichael rise continues with a victory over Calypso! Wow, what a match.

Cal: I guess Calypso didn't push through. Instead, he was held back.

Bob: I wonder if he'll care? Arguably, Carmichael isn't actually in his way. He never really was.

Cal: Agreed. We'll see what happens I guess.

Carmichael leaves the ring with a broad smile on his face. Michelle climbs in, helping Calypso as best she can.

Bob: We will indeed. For now, it's breaktime. Still to come tonight, the title match between Waldo and Ventor, but up next, we've got crazy handicapped action as Derek and Damien take on Alan Drake.

Cal: Crazy is an understatement, but we'll see it next.

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Man: I don't like this! Where the hell is my roof?!

The man tries to break free, tripping over the end of the Huggie and breaking through his coffee table. The scene fades out, showing the Huggie logo.

Announcer: Supplies are limited so order yours today!

The man's voice can be heard somewhere in the back ground.

Man: Hello? .. Help.

Announcer: The Huggie! Order ten. NOW!!!!!!

Bob:  Hold on to your hats everyone.  Alan, Damien, and Derek are up next and with the way things started last week on Edge When Alan called out Derek after a confrontation in a parking lot this match is going to certainly be strongly contested.

Cal:  Alan is so disgusted with Derek right now that he was only too happy to except this match but how much of a smart move was it?

Bob: I am not sure Cal but the only way we will find out is buy heading to ringside and our intrepid ring announcer Tim Marshal. 

( Alan Drake vs. Derek Lavelle and Damien Acheron - Handicap Match )

Tim Marshal: The following handicap match is scheduled for one fall.

Suddenly drums kick in and are followed up by guitar as "Gallon of Faith" by 8KOunt hits the speakers. As the vocal track comes in and "HEY!" is yelled, pyro explodes from the stage. The fans begin cheering as the Skytron begins showing footage of various Alan Drake matches, such as Alan kicking B. Cool in the face, Alan glaring into the camera after the attack made by Sirus and Haddon and Alan holding the Skyfall championship. Alan himself steps out of the smoke lingering from the pyro and grins.

Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, From Castlebar Ireland, Weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, here is Alan Drake!

Cal:  Alan strongly feels that Derek hurt allot of people and put on a real act to fool everyone.

Bob:  You know I have never seen Alan so focused and so determined as he was last week and in his promo this week.  This man whole heartedly believes everything he is saying.

Cal:  That's dangerous Bob, really dangerous.  A man like Alan with the focus that unflinching focus.  Just because he is against two men doesn't mean by any means he can't pull this off.

He makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Once he gets to his feet, he heads to the center and throws up his arms as the fans roar. He then moves to his corner and awaits his opponents.

The lights change to a blue and white as Swandive Suicide by Hail The Villain hits the speakers. The camera switches from the stage area to a camera pointed at the fans in the arena and it pans a bit to the left before going back to the stage area in time for Derek to walk out.

Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponents, first, From Castlebar Ireland, weighing two hundred and ten pounds, here is Derek Lavelle!

Bob:  Derek believes he doesn't have to answer to Alan for everything he has done. 

Cal: No that's right and Derek also stated that Alan has some kind of conspiracy theory and that Damien and Derek were in cahoots.

He makes his way down the ramp, glancing every now and then at the fans to the side of him but for the most part staying all business.  He enters the ring by climbing up the ringsteps, stepping between the first and second rope and then ducking under. Walking over to his corner, he takes a few moments to look around at the fans before turning his eyes on his opponent.

"I am the Spider" by Alice Cooper hits the speakers as fog machines begin to build up a wall of fog on the stage that seems to roll off of it. The strobe lights make it change color from a black light white glow to red and then to gold. Damien steps out and parts the wall of fog. He then steps through it and makes his way down to the ring.

Tim Marshal: And introducing, from Castlebar Ireland, weighing one hundred and Sixty pounds, here is Damien Acheron!

Cal: So who's Alan really got beef with here, Damien, Derek or him-self?

Bob:  I am not sure but Damien said that a hero with no enemies to fight makes them out of friends.

Cal: That's a strong thing to say but perhaps there is some truth to it?     

Once there he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring in a traditional manner. The whole time he's calm and collected and when he looks you in the eye it's almost like looking at the reaper himself.

There is a tense few moments and the whole arena seems to be completely engulfed by all of the tension. 

Bob: These three men know each other so well.  the whole place can just feel the tension here tonight.

Cal:  It's literally electric.  I knew were going to have an unfriendly atmosphere but I didn't know it would be this tense.

The bell rings finally and Alan steps forwards as do Derek and Damien.  Alan goes for Derek first and delivers a series of punches.  Derek gives as good as he gets and then manages to get the upper hand.  Derek whips Alan into the ropes and it's Damien who reacts first as Alan bounces back.  Damien nails Alan with a clothesline.  Damien drags Alan to his feet and whips him into the corner.  Alan hits it hard.  Derek Charges in but Alan moves out of the way.  Derek crashes into the turnbuckle shoulder first which makes a sickening thud.  Derek clutches his left shoulder even though it was his right one that hit the turnbuckle. 

Cal: Ouch Derek crashed into the turnbuckle right shoulder first and he is clutching his left one?

Bob:  I don't know why he is doing that unless he some how hurt that one too.

Cal: How could he have Bob?

Alan doesn't spot this as he was getting out of the way of Derek's charge and had one eye on Damien.  Alan charges forwards and nails Damien with a running knee.  As Damien falls back Alan once again turns his attention to Derek.  Alan lifts up Derek and delivers a shoulderbreaker.  He targets the left shoulder after seeing Derek favouring it.  After completing the move Alan has no choice but to turn his attention back to Damien as the latter is getting to his feet. 

Cal:  Alan's going to do the natural thing and target that shoulder.

Bob: and then quickly move on to Damien.  This is such a difficult situation for Alan.  He can't turn his attention away from one for too long.

Cal:  I am sure that knowing the two of them will also really help Alan here.

Alan hooks Damien's head and attempts to twist around to complete a swinging neckbreaker but half way through the twist Damien slips out and with Alan's back to Damien, the Latter hooks the head of the former and drives him down with a reverse DDT. 

Bob:  These guys know each other so well.  They will be able to scout each others moves instinctively.

Cal:  Exactly what Damien did to Alan right there.

Damien gets into position by standing near Alan's head and raises his foot.  Alan knowing what Damien is about to do grabs the raised foot and rolls over still holding the foot  so that Damien is brought crashing back first to the mat.  Derek makes his way over and drags Alan to his feet.  He then stands to the side of Alan and waistlocks him.  Derek then takes Alan to the mat with a gutwrench suplex.  Damien gets to his feet and stands in one of the corners smiling slightly and with his arms folded as Derek goes to work on Allan by first delivering a couple of stomps.

Bob:  Derek taking control as Damien looks on.

Cal: Wouldn't Damien want to help out?

Bob:  I don't think so Cal.  He will step in when ever he feels like it but I am sure he feels like he taught Derek well.

Damien then locks in a half crab and sits back to apply pressure on Alan's back and leg. Alan valiantly tries to fight out of it and eventually reaches the ropes.  Derek after a count of four Releases the hold and Alan quickly pulls him-self up to his feet with the ropes as an aid.  Derek makes his way over to Alan but Alan spots it and delivers a powerful  right to the left shoulder of Derek.  Derek winces in pain as he staggers back.  Alan takes the opportunity to hook up Derek and take him over with a Northern lights suplex.  Alan Bridges for the pin.  Damien looks on as the ref drops for the count.

Bob: The first pin fall attempt and it's by Alan.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: No only a two but a good move by Alan.

As Alan gets to his feet he finds him-self face to face with Damien who has now stepped back into the middle of the ring. Both men exchange steely looks before preparing to mix it up.  Damien and Alan exchange a flurry of punches and on this occasion Damien gets the best of it.  Damien follows it up with a high angled DDT. Damien then locks on an over the shoulder half crab and adds a fish hook for good measure.  The Referee Ned Lewis asks Alan if he wants to quit but he shakes his head as best as he can whilst being fish hooked. 

Cal:  There is no way Alan is going to give up that easily here.  I know the ref is only doing his job but a waste of time in my opinion.

 Bob:  Right Cal.  That's a vile move and for Alan to still be hanging on shows exactly what he is made of.  Don't forget that this is after all the attacks from both Derek and Damien.

Alan then gathers as much strength as he can and using his arms pushes up.  This causes Damien to fall forwards and Allan kicks out (as Damien falls) with his free leg which catches Damien on the side of the head.  Alan untangles him-self from Damien and rolls over.  Derek drags Alan to his feet and hooks him up for a suplex.  As Derek lifts Alan in the air the latter manages to free him-self from Derek's grip.  The result is that Alan is able to flip back and land on his feet behind Derek.  As Derek turns Alan aims a strong kick at that left shoulder of Derek's.  Derek blocks it with his left arm and then drives his left shoulder into the ribs of Alan causing Alan to fall on his back.  Alan rolls over and gets to his feet,  a look of surprise etched on his face.

Cal:  What a trick from Derek.  There he has revealed that his left shoulder is fine.

Bob; Look at the look on Alan's face, he can't believe it.

This momentary laps in  concentration costs him though.  Damien nails Alan with a clothesline from behind which drops the Ironman to the mat.  Derek picks up Alan and sets him up for the means to an end. 

Cal: Means to an end.  That little distraction with the shoulder could have cost him the match.

Bob:  It's a smart move if you can get away with it and only time will tell if Derek does.

Alan fights out of it and lands on his feet in front of Derek.  Alan nails Derek with an enzuguiri and then turns and nails Damien with a spinning heel kick.  Alan then heads to the top rope.

Bob:  Wow Alan is looking to put this away. Just when you think it's all over the Ironman shows why he is called just that.

Cal:  That was a good escape but will he be able to land this move and perhaps finish the match?

Alan leaps off when Derek gets to his feet but Derek drops to one knee and manages to catch Alan. Alan is in perfect position for the Means to an end!  This time Derek nails it and hooks the leg.

Cal:  What a mistake by Alan and Derek is ready to take full advantage.  This match could be over right now. 

One...

Two...

Three!     

Bob:  He got it, Derek and Damien win this match.

Derek's music begins to play as Derek and Damien exchange a look which is unreadable.  Damien then gets out of the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp.

Tim Marshal:  Here are your winners, Derek Lavelle and Damien Acheron!

Cal: What a match Bob, this was everything we were expecting and so much more.

Bob:  Alan really held out and it was that one mistake that cost him.  Derek had that attempted Missile drop kick well scouted and was able to catch Alan and execute the Means to an end.

Alan gets to his feet and looks at Derek.  The look on Alan's face is frightening.  As Damien is half way up the ramp  and with out any warning Alan charges at Derek. Alan takes the surprised Derek down to the mat with a spear and then begins to pound away at him with vicious punches.  Derek tries to fight Alan off but the enraged Alan is not for relinquishing his advantage so easily. 

Bob: This is not over by a long shot.  Alan is fuming and has just totally lost it.

Cal:  Come on ref stop this, the match is over.

After a few more punches Alan gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes and lands a jumping knee drop to the chest of Derek.  Still looking furious Alan picks up Derek and sets him up for the Drake driver.  Derek fights out of it and kicks out the legs  of Alan.  Derek then locks in the Crossface on Alan. 

Cal: The jaws of the dragon by Derek on Alan.  He is using Alan's own move against him.

Bob: This whole situation is just getting out of hand.  Look at the furious look on Derek's face.  You have to believe Derek is not going to let go of this hold.  

Alan tries to fight out of one of his own finishers but Derek has it locked on to tight.  Alan struggles and struggles and eventually referee Ned Lewis has no choice but to part the two men. 

Bob: Ned Lewis had no choice but to get involved here this would have just gone on and on had he not.

Cal:  You are right Bob.  There is so much anger that no intervention would have caused someone to get hurt.

Derek gets to his feet and takes the mic from Tim Marshal.

Derek: Alan you said you always get what you want? Well now you've got me at Bloodsport in an Ironman match. You've bit off more than you can chew.

Cal:  Wow an Ironman match at Bloodsport?  There is certainly an irony here don't  you think Bob?

Bob:  Yes, not unlike Derek to challenge the Ironman to an Ironman match. 

Cal:  That is such a fitting match for Bloodsport though as well.

Bob: It's going to be a fantastic spectacle and this is just a preview of what's to come next week.
Derek drops the mic and heads out of the ring and up the ramp.

Cal: What a match and there is yet more action to come.

Bob: There sure is.  Stay tuned everyone because after the break we have Waldo defending his title against Ventor.

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.

( The Main Event with Simon Kayne )

The Way you Like It” by Adema hits the PA as pyro explodes and the Main Event logo flashes on the screen. Simon Kayne makes his way down to the ring with the mic in hand. He slides under the bottom rope and poses for the crowd.

Simon: It seems as Bloodsport is upon us, I have decided to enter the timed Battle Royal for the Xtreme Title. My guest tonight, is in that very same match and I would like to welcome Thomas Von Karstein.

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. Then in an instant the red light is back and the flapping sound is gone. Beside Simon Kayne now stands Thomas von Karstein. He is dressed in his usual Victorian Attire and his vampire cloak. His arms are crossed before his chest but he is holding a mic in one hand. With a smirk he looks at Simon as his music fades out and the light turns normal.

Simon: Welcome to The Main Event Thomas, it is good to have you.

Thomas: Thank you.

Simon pauses for a moment as he rubs his chin.

Simon: Well let us cut to the chase. What is up with you and Seth? I never saw you as a follower.

He raises an eyebrow at Simon as if he was surprised with that question.

Thomas: Vhat ist up vith me and my Master? I am surprised you asked something like that. I have been his servant since I came to this place. It vas him vho brought me here. Have you forgotten that?

Simon looks confused now.

Simon: No Thomas, I don’t remember that at all. In fact I remember Seth coming here after you got here. So care to explain yourself?

He shrugs.

Thomas: You are misinformed. How do you vant to remember anything in that, you have not been here yourself.

Simon: You are saying I was not here. I seem to recall putting a pretty bad beating on Seth when he first showed up when he thought he knew everything about everything. Have you taken one too many shots to the head lately? You are delusional.

He narrows his eyes glaring at Simon.

Thomas: Ah I see. You either have fallen to the lies that my Master varned me of, or you are trying to mess vith my head because you know you cannot defeat me in the upcoming match.

Simon: This has nothing to do with the match at Bloodsport at all Thomas. I am trying to figure out how you can fall under such a spell that you think everything is a lie. You are like the President of Iran that believes the Holocaust never happened. Do you honestly believe everything you are saying?

Thomas: Vhy should I lie? Did I ever lie about myself or vhat I vas about?

Simon: You are doing it right now Thomas. You are standing there right in front of me and you are telling me I was not here and I have no idea what I am talking about. You think it is just a ploy of me messing with your head, but it is just me interviewing you so these fans get an idea of what is going on. They know what has happened in the past, I know what has happened in the past. Are you going to sit there and say we are all lying to you in some plot against you?

He looks around at the fans. Then back at Simon. For a moment he blinks as if he was not sure but then it passes and he smirks again.

Thomas: Not at me no. If any of you plots, than it ist against my Master. And for that I am just a simple target. And I am not saying everybody ist plotting. As I said there are lies around about me and people seem to believe them.

Suddenly he turns to the fans ignoring Simon completely

Thomas: It ist scientifically proven that Blitzerpro not only heightens your brain functions and helps vith any task; it also enhances your memory capacity! Drink Blitzerpro!

He states this commercial with a winning smile of his fangs.

Simon puts his arm out in front of Thomas.

Simon: This is not a forum for you to come out here and hock some shitty drink. That is your problem Thomas, Seth has your mind wrapped around his little pinky. Can you not see you are just a puppet to him? He is making you believe everything he tells you. If Seth were to tell you jumping off of the Brooklyn Bridge would lead to a life of happiness would you do it?

Thomas turns around facing Simon again, now looking very angered.

Thomas: Of course I vould. He ist my Master. My existence belongs to him and if he vants me to jump from a bridge I vould.

He gets into Simons face, growling now.

Thomas: And do not talk like that about Blitzerpro.

Simon: Then you are an idiot Thomas. I will talk about Blitzerpro any way I like. You are a mindless fool who is letting someone run him.

Thomas growls and hits Simon in the head with the mic and it makes him stagger but not fall. Again Thomas hits Simon and this time it is enough to bring him to the mat. Angered Thomas stomps away at Simon.

Thomas: You vill respect Blitzerpro! And you vill lose at Bloodsport!

After a couple more stomps he stops and throws the mic at the fallen Simon. The lights go out and the noise of a bat swarm is heard. The light comes back on, showing Thomas has vanished and Simon slowly sitting up, holding his head dazed. Simon grabs the mic.

Simon: Can’t handle the truth can you Thomas. I will see your ass at Bloodsport.

"The Way you Like it" plays again as Simon exits the ring, and fades out as he heads backstage.

Bob: Well if it wasn't clear already, it seems that anyone trying to sway Thomas Von Karstein is fighting a losing battle.

Cal: Yeah, puppet boy seems pretty set in his ways.

Bob: Well with that out of the way, it's time for a Main Event of a different sort. This one for the Skyfall Championship.

Cal: Ventor challenged Waldo for this match at Bloodsport, but it got moved up.

Bob: Well time to find out if he's the one who can knock off the undefeated Waldo, so let's head to Tim Marshal to get us started.

( Waldo Valdo Escobar vs. Mark Ventor - Skyfall Championship )

Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Skyfall Championship!

"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 a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Tim Marshal: Introducing the challenger, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 280 pounds, Mark Ventor!

Bob: I was surprised Ventor waited for Waldo to say something before he decided to promote the match this week given he was the one who made the challenge.

Cal: You'd have expected him to come out guns blazing like Waldo said. Also, given the boldness of some of his words calling Waldo you'd think he'd have stood up for himself some more once Waldo came firing back strong. Stick to his guns a bit more.

Bob: Well, maybe he felt he had nothing more to say. Let's see if he can do his talking in the ring.

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.

"Let Me Entertain You" hits the speakers. As the piano kicks in the lights begin to strobe in rainbow colors as the gay pride flag pops up on the skytron and then disappears until Waldo Valdo Escobar is the only thing left filled in with rainbow. Waldo comes skipping out onto the stage wearing tight fitting sparkly pink spandex and blue face paint.

Tim Marshal: Introducing the Champion, from Encino, California, weighing in at 150 pounds, Waldo Valdo Escobar!

Cal: Waldo wanted this match this week rather than Bloodsport, as he felt like defending the title as soon as possible.

Bob: He also felt Ventor wanted the Pay Per View spotlight more than the actual title, and made it clear he doesn't think Ventor is anywhere near ready to be Champion once more.

He skips down into the ring, and unstraps his title belt from his waist handing it to senior official Bill Graves before the bell rings to start the match. They square off and Ventor goes for a clothesline which Waldo ducks under and delivers a couple of kicks to the leg of Ventor looking to knot up his thigh. Ventor shoves him away and using his long reach delivers a series of straight punches, followed by an elbow strike. He whips Waldo off the ropes and delivers a big back body drop on the rebound sending Waldo crashing back first to the mat. He follows up with a hip toss, then as Waldo stands back up delivers a roundhouse kick to the temple before falling into a lateral press for the first pin attempt of the match as Bill Graves drops down to count.

One ...

Two ...

Waldo was knocked a bit woozy from the kick, but kicks out quite easily still.

Bob: Ventor on the offensive early here with some impressive striking.

Cal: You know Waldo will get back in this match though, he's been in a lot worse situations than that early flurry and weathered the storm every time.

Ventor drags Waldo up to his feet and goes to set him up for a double underhook DDT, but Waldo spins out into a hammerlock bumping and grinding up behind Ventor before he snapmares him over and locks in a body scissors. As Ventor tries to make his way towards the ropes Waldo has a big grin on his face seeming to enjoy the position. After some struggle Ventor finally makes the ropes for a break. Waldo starts to break clean, but smacks Ventor with a hard bitch slap across the face before he backs away with his hands up. An infuriated Ventor charges forward, but is met with a standing dropkick from Waldo staggering the big man. He then connects with a spinning heel kick taking Ventor down before he goes into a cover of his own. Bill Graves goes down to check the shoulder as Waldo hooks both legs.

One ...

Two ...

Ventor kicks out emphatically.

Cal: Waldo with some momentum now, Ventor needs to slow him down.

Bob: Well he does have plenty of big match experience himself, I doubt he's panicking or anything here.

Waldo climbs up to the top rope and as Ventor staggers up he leaps off for a flipping leg drop but Ventor moves out of the way causing him to land hard in a seated position. Taking advantage of this, Ventor delivers a big overhead belly to belly suplex sending the smaller opponent flying. Scooping Waldo up on his shoulders he then looks to deliver a TKO, but Waldo wiggless his way free and lands on his feet. Ventor immediately catches him in a Muay Thai clinch though, and unloads with a brutal series of knees. With the Champion dazed, he transitions from the clinch to a clawhold looking for an STO takedown. Waldo elbows out, and delivers a knife edge chop. Ventor fires back with a stiff jab, then looks for a kick but Waldo catches the leg and spins him down to the mat hard with an emphatic dragon screw leg whip. He quickly makes his way out onto the apron and slingshots his way back in onto the downed Ventor with a senton falling right into the cover as Bill Graves counts.

One ...

Two ...

Ventor kicks out again.

Bob: Okay, now I'll agree with you that he really needs to slow this roll by Waldo down.

Cal: Told you so Bob, score one for me.

Looking to continue his momentum, Waldo grabs Ventor by the head as he gets up to one knee and runs up the ropes looking to deliver a tornado DDT but Ventor is able to use his power to shrug Waldo off sending him back. As Waldo charges back towards him, Ventor counters with a big spear taking him down. Using that opportunity, Ventor tries to get his bearings back about him as he's been scrambling off balance from the pressure Waldo's been putting on him. Climbing back up to his feet, he drags Waldo up with him and lifts him over his shoulder. He then drives Waldo's shoulder down into his knee for a shoulder  breaker before tossing him down to the mat. Climbing up to the top rope himself, showing great agility for his size Ventor leaps off delivering a diving headbutt that catches Waldo square in the chest. Crawling into the cover, Bill Graves makes the count once more.

One ...

Two ...

Waldo kicks out again, with a bit less authority then previously though.

Ventor looks frustrated, but stays on the attack setting Waldo up in position for a reverse DDT. Waldo in an innovative counter is able to deliver a kick from his upside down position to free himself and then goes to whip Ventor off the ropes. Ventor reverses it, but Waldo ducks under a big boot from him. He goes for a kick of his own as Ventor spins around, and then delivers an enziguiri, sending Ventor stumbling into the corner. Following up with a mushroom stomp, Waldo has Ventor staggering backwards then springs off the ropes getting some momentum to deliver a spinning headscissors which he uses as a set up to lock in the Slow Dance! Ventor frantically looks around and tries to look for a way out but he's too far in the center of the ring, and Waldo won't relinquish his grip. Finally he has no choice but to tap out as Bill Graves calls for the bell!

Tim Marshall: Here is your winner and still Skyfall Champion, Waldo Valdo Escobar! 

Cal: Wow, he got him to tap out!

Bob: What a great victory for Waldo, successfully defending his title by getting the challenger to submit.  

"Let Me Entertain You" plays as the crowd cheers and Bill Graves raises Waldo's hand in victory. He continues to celebrate as a dejected Ventor heads to the back.

Cal: Waldo can certainly be pleased with his performance tonight, showing why he's the Champion.

Bob: That's certainly right. Wait, okay ... I'm getting word we need to head backstage. I'm not sure exactly what the reasoning is, but let's go to our camera crew there.

Riz makes his way out of his locker room. He had been watching the show from a monitor and was heading to the car he had rented. He walks through the door and heads down the corridor . He makes his way out of the side entrance and turns to head for the street where he had parked his car. He makes his way down a back street which was a shortcut to where he was headed. He pauses as he hears a sound. Deciding that he is just imagining things he continues to walk. Suddenly a shape drops down before him. As if it had fallen out of the sky. The dark shape lands in a crouch and straightens up. His cloak flutters in the wind as bats swarm a way from him screeching. A pair of red glowing eyes glares at Riz out of the twilight. Riz steps back more out of surprise than anything else.

Riz: Thomas?

With a growl the figure steps into the shine of a streetlight. His pale face is distorted with anger. Body tensed like a spring, ready to attack. He tilts his head a bit, not taking his angry glare off Riz. His voice sounds more like a hiss.

Thomas: Riz…

He just lets the name fade out. Riz looks at Thomas trying to get an idea of what's going on.

Riz: Thomas what's going on?

His posture is a little more tense now as he notices the way Thomas is poised. A very strange grin appears on Thomas face. One that is part amusement, part anger, and part showing the opponent the fangs.

Thomas: I am going to settle some old scores vith you.

Riz looks on at Thomas and his expression is still uncertain.

Riz: Some old scores?

With an animalistic roar that is missing any human note Thomas launches himself at Riz, spearing him to the ground. The latter is just to surprised by the sudden attack to react. Thomas wastes no time and gets on top of Riz, bashing him with lefts and rights screaming in anger. It almost sounds like he is screaming a word over and over. But it’s either to distorted or not in English or both so it’s not really decipherable what he screams. Riz raises his arm in front of his face to try and protect himself. He then quickly shoves Thomas off of him and rolls away and tries to get to his feet. Thomas takes some steps back and then charges forward again, hitting Riz right in the head with a crushing big boot. The impact smashes his head sideways, right into a metal trash can. Riz slumps against it and once again staggers to his feet. He has no idea where he is at this point and tries very hard to get his bearings. Thomas grabs his foe on the shoulder turning him around. Then he grabs him around the throat and lifts Riz up until his feet dangle in the air. Thomas holds him there for a moment one handed, glaring into the choking face of Riz. Then he just slams him into the wall with a powerful chokeslam. He lets go of Riz and he slumps down against the wall. Thomas turns around and searches the ground for something. His face lights up in sadistic joy as he apparently found what he was searching for. While Riz still is recovering Thomas hurries over to the location he saw and picks up a broken glass bottle. He turns around fangs bared at Riz. Riz is only moving a little at this point and is fading by the minute. Thomas walks over to Riz and viciously slashes at his face, opening a cut on his forehead. He again and again slashes at Riz’s head, demonstrating skill at handling slashing weapons since none of the cuts are to deep or hit an eye. After three more slashes he stops, grinning down proud at his work. Riz at this point just looks like a bloody mess. Thomas raises the blood covered bottle to his lips and with a lot of enjoyment licks off some of the blood as the scene fades to the SWA logo and then to black.