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, as they cheer for the spectacle they know they are about to behold. At last, we pan over to Bob Macatire, Cal Norton, and Jerry Sheppard, sitting comfortably in the announce position.

Bob: Good evening once again to those watching us all over the world. I’m Bob Macatire alongside Jerry Sheppard and Cal Norton. This is Friday Night Edge, and you’re watching us live.

Jerry: Wait. Do we have any Xtreme matches on the card tonight?

Bob: Uh, no.

Jerry: Well then this isn’t such a good night, now is it?

Cal: Yes, Jerry, it is. We’ve got two matches during which there will be a special guest referee. One of those two matches happens to be a Money in the Bank contract match.

Jerry: Aha! And couldn’t said Money in the Bank Contract match be, in fact, Xtreme, owing to the fact that they have to get a briefcase?

Cal: It is sort of like a ladder match, Bob.

Bob: Uh, I suppose.

Jerry: Ha! Hurray for the main event!

Bob: We also have some crazy tag team action, and a couple other goodies as well. In fact, I believe it’s just about time for us to get started.

( The Vent )

Cal:  It’s time once again for another exciting edition of the Vent!  Can’t wait!

Inside the ring, The Vent talk show setup is all ready.  With all of the set up finished, the lights dim and smoke fills the arena.  Soon enough, “Wolfbiker” by Evergreen Terrace begins to play throughout the arena.  As Ventor makes his way to the ring, orange pyros erupt from the stage.  

Tim Marshal:  Ladies and Gentleman, here is your host of the Vent, Mark Ventor!!!!!

He walks up the steel steps, walks on the apron and climbs over the top rope.  He raises his hands in the air, to make his arms shaped like a "V.”  He walks over to the other side of the ring and gets handed a microphone. 

Bob:  I wonder who the guest for tonight is.  First Michelle Kramer and then Sherman Witicker.  Who’s next?!

Jerry:  Hush Bob.  Silence when the Figurehead speaks. 

Ventor slowly raises the microphone to his lips and speaks.

Ventor:  Welcome folks to another fantastic edition of Friday Night Edge’s number one talk show, The Vent!!!  We got some good guests planned for tonight, as well as one stellar match lineup.  Ciara Winters battles it out against our guest from last week Sherman Witicker.  Russell Brown gets a chance to prove himself against a man who made himself look like a joke last week, Steve Evans.  And how about the main event?  Myself against Alex Shade for the Money in the Bank briefcase!?

The fans give a loud pop.  Ventor pauses for a moment and shakes his head in agreement. 

Ventor:  But those matches will all come to a reality later tonight.  Right now let’s talk about our guests.  Two weeks ago at Invasion we saw McGoldrick face off against Ally Daniels for the Anarchy Championship.  In case any of you missed what happened, let’s take a look at the footage on the Skytron.

A video of the match ending begins to play on the Skytron.  Ally bounces off the ropes and leaps onto the shoulders of McGoldrick.  She takes him down and locks in the poison Ivy.  When the Poison Ivy had dropped to the ground it had landed in the corner.  McGoldrick spots the Anarchy title and reaches for it.  He manages to get the belt and he clocks Ally on the head with the belt. The crowd boos loudly as McGoldrick stands up.  He charges out of the ring and heads to the back, taking Ally's belt with him.

Ventor:  Right now McGoldrick is still holding onto the Anarchy Championship, and I am sure Ally isn’t going to sit there and let this just happen.  These two practically can’t stand each other and this feud probably won’t be over anytime soon.  So I figured, why not have both of them on the show??  Great idea if you ask me!  Without further adue, here is our first guest for the night.  Give it up for Ally Daniels!!!!

“Sex On Fire” by Kings of Leon begins to play.  The arena goes black before her music hits the PA and a spotlight shines on the stage as Ally makes her way out with an aura of confidence exuding from her. She flips her hair back, slowly and methodically making her way down to the ring ignoring the crowd. Climbing onto the apron she spins and leans back against the ropes facing the entrance ramp posing for a moment before she climbs into the ring.  She walks over to one of the chairs on the other side of the ring and has a seat.  She grabs a microphone on the table.

Ventor:  Hello there, Ally.  Good to have our official Anarchy Champion on the show.  Welcome!!

Ally nods her head, before looking around for where her throne she requested is.

Ally:  Thank … there was supposed to be a throne. I trust some incompetent buffoon lost it as it was being shipped? 

Ventor smirks a bit.

Ventor:  That must have been the case, Ally.  I can assure you these chairs that we have are a close second.  You don’t appear very happy right now.  I’m pretty sure there’s more on your mind besides the fact that you wanted a throne.  What are your thoughts??

She nods her head once more, a focused look on her face. After pausing a moment, she smiles and calmly explains the situation as politely as she can.

Ally: Yes, I don't know if McGoldrick stole my title as some way to try to squeeze any demands out of me or what. But if he is, he needs to realize that I will be the one making the demands here. Because I am his God, it's quite simple. And I do hope he understands that, so this can be resolved as amicably as possible. I somewhat doubt he will be mature enough to handle this like an adult, but what can I say? As I said last week, I'm a very reasonable person when people don't force me to act otherwise. Sure, I can be a bitch, and I'm proud of my ability to show teeth when the situation calls for it. But, I don't think people quite realize that there's a different side to me, and that it's their fault I have to demean them 98.6 % of the time.

Ventor nods.

Ventor:  I hear what you’re saying, Ally.  But do you honestly think McGoldrick is going to care about a word of what you just said?  Hate to break it to you, but McGoldrick will never accept you as your God.  You know how he feels about you and how he feels about the Anarchy division in general.  Not saying I necessarily agree with him but it’s the truth. 

Ally: I understand his attitude, which is why I said I somewhat doubted he would be mature enough to handle this like it should be. This very reasonable offer at least needed to be put out there though, whether the chances were high of him seeing the light or not. Or at least admitting outwardly that he does. That way I have even more fact to back me up as I say I handled my business the correct way, made him a very generous offer and the fault lies with nobody but himself. Unlike McGoldrick, I have millions of young blonde Aryan children around the World who look up to me to be a guiding force for them to lead the correct lifestyle. Luckily, my decision making skills are impeccable and my judgment divine.

Ventor:  That may be the case Ally.  Well, maybe….

Before Ventor can finish his sentence, out of nowhere “Root” by the Deftones begins to play.  McGoldrick makes his way out of the backstage arena, complete with his martial arts attire.  With his black belt his waist, the Anarchy Championship strapped on top of his shoulder and a microphone in hand, McGoldrick’s music fades out.  Not walking up the ramp, he interrupts Ventor and Ally’s conversation.

McGoldrick:  Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.  Why, what a pleasant surprise.  Here we have Ally Daniels again, bitching and moaning and complaining.  What’s wrong, Ally????  Is wittle Ally upset I stole her wittle title? 

McGoldrick begins to fake cry in the microphone.  His face then turns to serious.

McGoldrick:  Well, too bad.  I am holding onto this title whether you like it or not.  I took this title to make a statement, damn it.  I wanted to see Anarchy out of you.  I wanted to see rage.  I wanted you to show me how much you wanted this championship back.  What do you do instead?  You sit up there and talk about blonde Aryan children.  I’m really not surprised though.  To think Ally Daniels would actually bring some excitement and pizzazz to the table is beyond anyone’s wildest dreams.    

Ally glares over at McGoldrick, who is still standing at the top of the ramp.

Ally: Nothing is more exciting than the eventual great cleansing that will come one day. You have a seriously screwed up sense of excitement Mister.

McGoldrick takes a few steps closer to the ring, grabbing the Anarchy Championship with his free hand and raising it in the air. 

McGoldrick:  That is exactly the problem.  I don’t need to be cleansed.  I don’t need to be some overeducated stuck up bitch like you do to sleep at night.  I am fine the way I am.  I am perfect for this championship, biotch! 

Ventor then exits the ring and stands in between McGoldrick and Ally Daniels. Ally rolls her eyes.

Ally: You should have won the match then. Now, I assume you have more in mind with this interruption than the trash talking? This is the part where you demand another title shot, right?

McGoldrick:  Well, what it comes down to is you have something that I want and I have something that you want.  I want a rematch at Infected, and you want your precious wittle title belt.  Isn’t that right Ally??

McGoldrick dangles around the title belt a little more. 

Ally clears her throat.

Ally: Here's the thing, as the Champion and part of a superior race, I will not just let you call the shots. For how much this title and what you want it to represents means to you, I believe you should put something on the line yourself if you want a second shot after such delinquent behavior. You do not deserve to call all the shots here after the stunt you pulled. I have no problem beating you again, but your disobedience deserves some sort of retribution. So here is my offer, take it or leave it. Your proposal was on the right track. But there needs to be something added, you will also have to put something of yours on the line of my choosing which I shall reveal next week if you choose to accept. If you have any confidence you can beat me the second time around, you should have no problem taking this.

McGoldrick grows a big smile on his face. 

McGoldrick:  Ohh wow, Ally’s thinking outside of the box for once in her life!!!!! 

McGoldrick smile slowly grows to a rather devilish look.

McGoldrick:  I accept.

McGoldrick then throws the mic down and grabs the Anarchy Championship with both hands, raising it high in the air.  He begins to make his way to the back.  As McGoldrick heads backstage, Ally feels the need to get one more line in before she bends down and flips her hair back and stands still for a moment allowing people to admire her before straightening back up.

Ally: I AM the box McGoldrick.

McGoldrick continues to walk towards the back, rolling his eyes and putting the title on his shoulder again.  Ally makes her way out of the ring.  Ventor and Ally make their way to the back as well as the ring begins to get cleared for the first match.

Bob:  The match is set!!  At Infected we are going to see the rematch we have all been waiting for!

Cal:  McGoldrick versus Ally Daniels for the Anarchy Championship!  We have to wait till next week to find out the stipulation, though.

Jerry:  These two are going to restore the Anarchy Championship back to its original prestige.  I actually care about the title now.

Bob:  That’s saying something. Folks, we’ve gotta hurry right along to our first match. Roger Miller gets to change his ways and prove himself against the Bread Zombie!

Jerry:  How is getting a win against The Bread Zombie going to boost anyone’s career.  Anybody can beat him!

Cal:  Yeah, anybody minus you. 

Jerry: Har har har.  Look at Cal trying to be a comedian.  And failing miserably!

Bob:  You two need to stop fighting for a change.  We have a match to call!

( Roger Miller vs. Bread Zombie )

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

“The Toast Song” from the Bob and Tom show starts to play and the lights dim. The Bread Zombie limps on to the ramp, followed by Amy. He pulls a baguette from his pants and bites a peace off, then throws it at the fans. Amy waves at the fans and then follows him as he limps down the ramp.

Tim Marshall: On the way to the ring, from the Bakery, accompanied by Amy Theriault, weighing one hundred and eighty five pounds, The Bread Zombie!

On the way to the ring he spits the chewed baguette in the face of a fan, precisely hitting the left eye. He bumps into the ring and shakes his head in confusion. Then he grabs the ropes and with difficulty he lifts himself on the apron. Then he bites the toprope to see if its bread. Then he falls over it, into the ring and lands in a heap of zombie. Amy reaches up to make sure he is ok and asks something. But since he just gets up moaning she takes her place at the ringside as he limps around the ring once.

Cal:  Well now with Amy by Bread Zombie’s side, she can easily get him up the SWA ranks.

Jerry:  Please, Cal.  There’s no helping that poor man.

Cal:  I guess we’ll find out if you’re right when the match is over..

“It’s my Life” by Bon Jovi begins to play.and a series of orange pyros go off left and right of the ramp. The skytron comes to life and shows clips of Roger wrestling different opponents. Between the clips we see his name graphic appear on an orange background.  As the pyros end, Roger jumps out onto the ramp and starts waving at the fans. He punches the air and hops around, hyping them up and they reward him with loud cheers. Roger starts jogging down the ramp, slapping hands and cheering the fans up.

Tim Marshall: And his opponent, from Salt Lake City Utah, weighing one hundred and eighty four pounds, Roger Miller!

When Roger reaches the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope and instantly jumps up again. After some cheering in the ring, he climbs the turnbuckle and waves his hands at the fans, pumping them up with him. After that he gets into his corner, waiting for the match to start. Still hopping slightly and flexing his muscles.

Bob:  Roger Miller has made it clear this week his sights are still set on the Anarchy Championship. 

Cal:  Well a win against the Bread Zombie will put him once step closer to reaching that goal.

Jerry:  Did you not hear a word I said before?  If he wins the match it’s meaningless!!  Meaningless I say!

The bell rings to start off the match.  The Bread Zombie is still seen moaning and circling the ring.  Roger goes the opposite direction until starting the offense of the match with a few jabs to the skull, knocking The Bread Zombie off balance a bit.  With the Bread Zombie dazed a bit, Roger hits an arm drag, sending him down to the floor.  He applies a standard grounded armbar, but this doesn’t hold the Zombie down for long.  The Bread Zombie slowly gets to his feet, but Roger continues the offense with a giant knee to the stomach, bending him down.  He then slams him down onto the ground with a necklock suplex.

Cal:  Roger Miller starting this match off with authority!

Bob:  And now an early cover!

Roger hooks the leg.

One!!

Two!!!!!

Shoulder up by The Bread Zombie!!!!

Cal:  Not enough for the win!

Jerry:  Don’t worry, the ending of this match is drawing near.  I can almost taste it.

Cal:  Alrighty then, Jerry.  The Bread Zombie seems to be recovering from that vicious assault!

The Bread Zombie slowly gets up.  Roger doesn’t stop the attack for long, grabbing the Bread Zombie’s arm and wrenching it right to his back.  When he gets behind the Bread Zombie, he grabs him around the head and slams him down with an Inverted DDT, planting him right in the middle of the ring. 

Bob:  Bread Zombie down again!

Jerry:  What a surprise…

With the Bread Zombie still down, Roger Miller runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and slams down a flying senton to the stomach of his opponent.  With Bread Zombie down he goes for another cover.

One!!

Two!!!!

Kick out by the Bread Zombie!!!

Cal: Shoulder up by the Bread Zombie!

Bob:  Despite Roger’s success so far he’s going have to do a lot more to put the Bread Zombie down for the count. 

Cal:  At least he’s doing better than Jerry did. 

Jerry:  Shut up, Cal.  I’d rather watch a Bread Zombie match than listen to you on commentary.  Torture!!!

Roger stands up and grabs Bread Zombie by the head, lifting him back onto his feet.  Roger Miller sets him up in a DDT position, but Bread Zombie throws a few left elbows to the stomach,  breaking the hold in the process.  Roger holds his stomach in pain as the Bread Zombie reaches into his pants.

Jerry:  Ewww!  It’s probably so nasty in those pants. I can’t even fathom what’s in there

Cal:  Hmm, that’s a toughie.  Maybe some toast?

The Bread Zombie grabs a piece of toast, takes a bite, and spits it into the face of Roger Miller.  This distracts Roger for a second, and the Bread Zombie reaches down to grab the legs.

Cal:  Surprisingly the Bread Zombie may turn this match around!! 

Bob:  Looks like he’s going for a spinebuster!!

Before he can slam Roger down, Roger grabs around the neck of the Bread Zombie, slamming him down with a DDT right onto the canvas. 

Bob:  There’s the DDT!  Roger Miller finally hit it!

Jerry:  He was bound to take this match back over eventually!

Cal:  The Bread Zombie is getting up again??  The determination of this guy is phenominal!!

Once the Bread Zombie gets back up, Roger slams him back down to the mat with a quick snapmare, followed by an underhook lock submission.

Bob:  There it is!!  The Miller Bend!!!!

Jerry: Tap Bread Zombie!  Come on!!!

After a few seconds The Bread Zombie begins to tap.  The bell rings and Roger Miller stands up, getting his hand raised by the referee. 

Tim Marshal:  Here is your winner by submission, Roger Miller!!!!!!!!!

Cal:  Great showing by Roger Miller in this match, although I can’t say the same about the Bread Zombie.

Jerry:  Yay!!!  Another loss for the man who acts like a zombie!

Bob:  Stop dancing there, Jerry.  Hopefully this will be a new start for Roger Miller and hopefully he’ll continue his winning ways. 

Cal: Wait a second. Looks like we’ve got something going on backstage.

Bob: roll it fellas.

Joe Morgan is seen standing and staring at the camera with an SWA microphone in hand as a smile comes to his face.

Joe: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guests at this time, Steve and Tracie Evans.

A loud chorus of boos is heard from the crowd as Steve and Tracie step into view, Tracie with a smile on her face and Steve a blank expression. Joe holds a microphone up.

Joe: Steve my question is for you, Riz recently issued a challenge to you next week. And he even said that if you decline he will hunt you down. You have yet to respond to him, so what is your answer?

Steve looks over at Joe and bends his neck as he breathes in slowly.

Steve: Joe, unfortunately for Riz, next week I will be unable to compete. In fact until further notice I will be unable to compete. You see, my manager here decided it would be a good idea to not sign our divorce papers over a year ago and then not tell me. So after tonight, we are flying back to a country that is actually worth something, unlike this shit hole, and I am personally going to make sure she signs them this time. Unfortunately for the SWA, its a whole new divorce process. Which takes a bit of time. So Riz, if you want to hunt me down I will make it easy for you to find me. I will be back in St. Louis Missouri by Sunday night. And come Monday morning, I will be in court.

Steve looks over at Tracie whose smile fades and she looks down.

Steve: Listen Riz, you think you can just go around challenging me? Who the hell do you think you are? You’re a nobody. A nothing. You mean as much to me as this country we are in. You see, I don't even care enough to speak the name of it because it is so non important to me. Now look, I will be in court for the next few weeks, hopefully not even that, but when I come back the answer will still be no. And it will always be no. I don't need to fight you so you can get a cheap pop from those fans. And I am not going to fight you. I'm not scared of you, you just don't matter. You are nothing. You will always be nothing. And if you keep having pride in this country of yours, you will keep meaning nothing. Your life is worthless. So why don't you do all of us a favor and end up like Alan Drake.

Steve and Tracie walk out the camera sight as more boos are heard from the crowd.

Bob:  Ouch.  Strong words from Steve Evans.  This guy is a real jerk, ain’t he??

Jerry:  Riz certainly is going to have to say a thing or two back to Steve about this one.

Cal:  No doubt about that.  We need to take a break but coming up next is Sherman versus Ciara!  Be right back!!!

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.

Jerry:  Ciara is back and her first opponent is Sherman?  Wow odd for sure.  Odd but very interesting.

Cal:  Yes indeed, but you ask Sherman and he thinks he can certainly beat Ciara.

Bob:  I think that this time Sherman's supreme confidence may have got him in deep trouble, however let's see how he handles it in this, the toughest match he has had.  So let's get down to ring side and Tim Marshal.

( Ciara Winters vs. Sherman Witicker )

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

The beginning notes of Unbreakable by Fireflight begin to play as the lights in the arena strobe blue topaz and white. They stop, and just before the drums kick in, blue topaz and white pyro explodes from the stage. The strobes continue as the smoke clears and Ciara makes her way out onto the stage. She then heads down the ramp and towards the ring.

Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, now residing in Columbus Ohio, weighing one hundred and forty eight pounds, here is Ciara Winters!

Bob: Ciara is back and it's like she hasn't been away at all.  She was as firy as ever in her promos.

Cal:  Ciara never needs an invitation to do what she does best.  She knows how to play the game and play it well.

Once there, she slides under the bottom rope, gets to her feet and moves to her corner.

Won't Back Down by Fuel begins to play, and Sherman steps through the curtain.  He is not alone, however. He has recruited some random person from SWA staff to guide him to the ring, and he has a tight grip on their elbow as he walks down the ramp, cane tap tapping away at the metal.

Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, from Faribault Minnesota, weighing one hundred and seventy three pounds, here is Sherman Witicker!

Jerry:  I am not sure that the folks from the NFB truly told Sherman what to expect here.

Bob: Maybe that was their way of protecting him perhaps?

Cal: Either way it doesn't matter Sherman did what Sherman always does, make bold claims he can't back up.

He reaches the bottom, then is guided right up to the ring. He recognizes this, and climbs in, leaning his cane in his corner, and then moving to stand in front of it.  The staffer that helped him leaves, and his music fades out.

The bell rings and Sherman moves forwards and yes you guessed it, ends up locking up with the referee, who on this occasion happens to be Ned Louis. The referee then pushes Sherman back a little and Ciara immediately charges forwards.  She takes Sherman down with a drop toehold and then begins unloading on him with some punches.  

Bob: Ciara commented on Sherman's grappling with the officials too this week.

Jerry: Yes she did but I have to admit I find it very funny when he does that. 

Cal: Sherman's not going to find anything funny if he doesn't get out of this predicament, and fast.

Ciara breaks clean and both of them get to their feet.  Ciara steps forwards and strikes Sherman hard with another vicious right hand.  She whips him into the ropes and nails him with a spinning heel kick.  Ciara then grabs a leg of Sherman and turns him over.  she drops to her knees and begins to twist the ankle of Sherman.   Sherman screams out as Ciara tightens the hold.

Cal: I really don't like the way things are going for Sherman right here.

Bob: Maybe it's what he deserves, a little humbling never did any one any harm.

Jerry:  Bob why are you looking at me?

Sherman reaches out and manages to fasten his hand to the bottom rope.  The referee calls for a break and Ciara breaks it on the four of the count.  Once again she backs away and as Sherman rolls over and sits up Ciara moves forwards once again.  She brings Sherman to his feet and takes him over with a snap suplex.  Ciara follows this up with a knee drop which lands hard on the chest of Sherman.  Ciara hooks the inside leg as she utilises a lateral press.

Bob: That knee drop could have knocked the wind right out of Sherman here and Ciara is going to test it with a pin fall attempt.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: No only a two. Give him his dues, Sherman is certainly tenacious.

Jerry: He is, but he is going to need far more than that if he wants to win this match.

Ciara climbs to the top rope and as Sherman gets to his feet she leaps off and lands a missile drop kick.  Sherman hits the mat once again.  Sherman a little dazed rolls over and gets to his feet.  Perhaps it's instinctive, or perhaps he means to do it, either way it's un clear, but as Ciara charges forwards Sherman manages to take her to the mat with a single leg take down.  He gloats loudly as Ciara gets to her feet.  She kicks him in the gut whilst he is still showing off and nails him with a twist of fate.  With Sherman down and seemingly out Ciara climbs to the top rope.

Cal: This could be the Winters kiss.

Jerry: Of course it's the winters kiss you idiot.  She is not going to mess around any more.  If she thinks she can take the win here she will go for it.

Cal: You never know Jerry it could be the four fifty splash too.

Ciara leaps off and it's indeed the Swanton bomb which she calls the Winters kiss that she is attempting.  It lands hard on the chest of Sherman and knocks the wind right out of him.  Ciara turns over and hooks the leg as she goes for the pin.

Jerry:  Told you cal, it was the Winters kiss.  Any who the match is over right here.

one...

Two...

Three!

The bell rings and Ciara's music begins to play as she stands up, a smile on her face.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Ciara Winters!

Bob: Welcome back Ciara and what a performance by her.

Cal:  She was ruthless in her promos and exactly the same in the ring, how does she do it?

Jerry: It's called talent Cal, something you and Bob both lack.

Bob: And last time we faced Jerry who won?

Jerry:  There are such things as flukes or major upsets Bob.

Bob: Right Jerry, you keep believing that if it makes you feel better.

A member of staff comes down to the ring and assists Sherman to the back as Ciara's music continues to play.

Cal: Honestly I can't feel too bad for Sherman as I think sometimes he asks for trouble but it will indeed be fascinating to see how the training that Ciara suggested goes.

Bob: I have a funny feeling that Sherman is not only going to hate it but I think we are certainly going to be hearing about how much he hates it too.

Jerry:  Now that you two old ladies have done yapping it's time to head to a break, but fear not all we will be back after it with Russell Brown against Steve Evans.

Bob: No it's Christian McClane and Peter Blizzard against Royal and Lance King.

Jerry: Wait, what?  Who gave me the wrong order for these matches?

Cal: I think you just read it wrong Jerry.

Jerry:  Ok well then I am going to find out the culprit and make sure they never work here again.  Don't worry Jerryactrics I will be back before the break is over to commentate on this match.  I would never leave you guys alone with these two bumbling fools.

The scene opens up showing a window cleaner.

Voice: This window cleaner has forgotten his Ladder, what a dolt!

The window cleaner now looks like he is going to cry.

Voice: Bet you feel kind of stupid right?

The window cleaner nods.

Voice: So you need a big ladder?

The window cleaner nods.

At his feet appears a reddish pink bag. The window cleaner opens it and takes out a pinkish red rubbery thing.  The screen goes black and reddish pink text is now displayed. The text reads.

The Bladder! The world’s biggest ladder.

The scene cuts back to the window cleaner. He is pulling the rubbery thing out of the bag.

Voice: Yes the Big ladder or as we like to call it the Bladder has two suction cups so it can stick to any hard surfaces.

The window cleaner shows the end of the Bladder where there are two red suction cups.

Voice: The Bladder has an incredible reach.

The window cleaner takes the bladder and throws one end at the wall. It’s suction cups allow it to stick to the wall just below the second floor window.

Voice: The big ladder or as we like to call it the Bladder has suction cups on both ends.

The window cleaner uses the suction cups on the other end to stick the other side of the Bladder to the floor. Armed with his bucket and brush the window cleaner climbs the Bladder and starts cleaning, whistling whilst he cleans.

Voice: Yes the Big ladder or Bladder as we like to call it is sturdy. It holds any weight and doesn’t move when the cups have been stuck to their surfaces.

A clip is shown of a woman changing a light bulb. One end of the Bladder is stuck to the ceiling whilst the other is stuck to the wooden floor. Another clip is shown.  This time a man is using the Bladder to climb onto the roof of his shed so that he can retrieve a basket ball. The scene changes to a black background with the bladder in its reddish pink bag.

Voice: Yes with the big ladder or as we like to call it the Bladder, you’re in!

Bob: Welcome back, folks. We’re just getting set for tag team action.

Jerry: Booooo! Booooo!

Cal: Oh hush, Jerry. You sound like that old woman in the Princess Bride.

Jerry: What? Why I oughta…

Bob: Alright, calm down. Now, these two teams aren’t anything you’re used to seeing, but that should serve to make things interesting.

Jerry: Or mind-numbingly boring.

Cal: I agree, Bob. Peter Blizzard and Christian McClane are already interesting, but then you have their opponents, Royal Delange and Lance King. There’s a weird team if I ever saw one.

Bob: Yeah, and one that doesn’t seem likely to work. Lance already has an “I work alone” attitude, and Royal seems to be less inclined as well, as if the partnership with Behemoth hardened him to it.

Cal: If it did, well, nevermind. Let’s just get to ringside.

Jerry: Yes, please. Sooner we do that, sooner we’ll be done.

Bob: Tim?

( Peter Blizzard & Christian McClane vs. Royal Delange & Lance King )

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

“This War” starts up, and after a few moments he appears in the entrance, standing there in just a pair of jeans and tennis shoes, leaving his upper torso bare save for the simple white shoulder pads and wrist cuffs. Long blonde hair falls in curls just past his shoulder blades. He turns his head quickly to the left and the right, looking out over the stadium and all the people gathered there, his features looking solemn and serious at first as a few cheers ring out in the silence.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Parsippany, New Jersey, weighing in at 285 pounds, Lance King!

Bob: Is it just me, or did Lance’s promo this week sound just a tad childish?

Cal: It kinda did. Cheap insults combined with his hatred for his own partner and his new “don’t care” attitude did make it that way.

Jerry: He’s the only one in this match who saw the light. Not caring, at least about this, was the smartest thing he could do.

Bob: Oh whatever, Jerry.

The look stays on his features until he begins to move down the ramp, then he smiles as he slaps the hands of a few people that reach out, jogging the rest of the way down to the ring, to climb up the stairs to the apron quickly. Lance then pulls the top rope up, stepping over the middle and ducking in beneath the top rope, before quickly moving his other leg through. He raises both arms into the air then, looking around the stadium once more with a grin.

The lights go out except a blue spotlight which points at the entrance until Royal appears.

Tim Marshal: And his partner, from Toulouse France, weighing two hundred and thirty two pounds, here is Royal Delange!

Bob: We almost thought we weren’t going to see a promo from Royal this week.

Cal: Correction, Bob. We did think that. And what we got, well, it showed his heart’s not in this one.

Jerry: OK, so he’s being smart too.

Bob: What is up with you?

Jerry: This is a stupid match that isn’t going to achieve anything, that’s what.

Bob: You may be right, but not for the reasons you’re thinking.

The blue spotlight goes out then it is replaced by one Blood red one which follows Royal as he makes his way to the ring. Royal enters the ring and the blood red spotlight goes out, leaving the place in darkness until all the lights come back on.

For whom the bell tolls by Metallica begins to play and Peter Blizzard steps out onto the stage. He looks around at all the fans for a moment before he begins to walk towards the ring.

Tim Marshal: And their opponents, introducing first, from Newcastle, England, weighing in at 410 pounds, Peter Blizzard!

Bob: You got the impression Peter seemed to enjoy teaming with Christian.

Cal: The same seemed to be true on both sides.

Jerry: Peter would enjoy teaming with anybody. Guy like that needs company all the time.

Bob: Wow, that might actually make some sort of sense.

Cal: Sometimes he does that.

His steps are very methodical and his attention is solely focused on the ring. As he climbs up the steps and on the apron he casts his eyes around once more. He then steps over the top rope and takes his corner.

Diamond Eyes hits the speakers, and as the lyrics kick in Christian makes his way out onto the top of the ramp to an ovation from the crowd. Glancing around he gives a slight nod of acknowledgment to the fans, before he begins heading down the ramp as Lilly follows him out and slaps hands with fans at ringside along the way.

Tim Marshal: And his partner, accompanied by Lily, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 277 pounds, Christian McLane!

Bob: Well, Tim said it best. There’s Christian accompanied to the ring by his new manager, and he looks ready to go.

Jerry: Yeah, but I hope he’s recovered from that crippling loss against Sherman Witicker. If he hasn’t, we’ll know.

Cal: Right. Jerry, it was a poetry competition.

Jerry: It was a loss. To Sherman. I didn’t even lose to Sherman.

Bob: you have a weird way of looking at things, Jerry.

After striding most of the way down the ramp in a deliberate manner, his pace picks up as he approaches the ring and hops up on the apron. As he steps between the ropes and takes his corner with Peter to prepare for his match, Lilly grabs herself a seat at ringside. Lance practically shoves Royal out of the way as he heads into the ring, and Peter and  calmly Christian decide that Peter will start for their team. Royal gives Lance an angry look, but takes up position on the apron as the bell rings.

Cal: Looks like Lance wants to get this over with quickly.

Bob: And he thinks he alone can do it? How ignorant.

Jerry: That’s lance. I hate that guy.

Cal: Why? You act just like him.

Jerry: I do not! It ain’t braggin if ya do it and ya back it up.

Bob: But you don’t.

Jerry: Shut up, Bob.

Lance instantly goes for Peter, trying to get things started quickly. Almost casually, Peter lifts his leg, and Lance runs right into a Big Boot. He’s knocked flat on his back, and peter stomps the boot into his chest a few times.

Bob: Oh wow! What a start! A Big Boot by Peter Blizzard, and he’s taking control here.

Cal: Looks like he’s trying to break his ribs. Lance had better get out of there.

Lance does, half rolling, half scooting out of the way as Peter’s monstrous foot comes down toward him again. He gets up, and momentarily touches his chest, signifying Peter’s attacks had indeed hurt. Peter steps forward, raises one massive fist, and swings right at Lance’s head. Lance ducks, headbutts Peter in the gut, then gets behind him, and throws his bodyweight into a shoulder tackle that causes Peter to sprawl face first on the mat.

Bob: Lance trying to gain some momentum.

Cal: He was able to take Peter down. He may be on his way to doing just that.

Jerry: Ya gotta do more than that, Bob 2. Jeesh.

As if to prove this, Peter bolts up, getting quickly to his feet. He whirls around, grabbing a surprised Lance, scoops him up with what looks like minimal effort, and delivers a painful tilt-a-whirl slam.

Bob: Tilt-a-whirl slam! Peter wasn’t even really dazed!

Jerry: Just one big feller to another. That was pretty neat.

Cal: Peter’s going for the tag.

Bob: Look at Royal!

As Peter walks over to tag in Christian, Royal puts out his hand as well, leaning forward as far as he can to try to make a tag easily to Lance once he gets up. Lance does get up, and he sees Royal’s hand, but he doesn’t get the chance to tag him. Christian, who had just gotten into the ring after Peter’s tag, rushes over, grabs him, and whips him right into the arms of Peter. Peter lifts, and squeezes, enveloping Lance in a deadly bearhug. Meanwhile, Christian climbs their corner’s turnbuckle.

Bob: What’re they doing?

Jerry: A really awesome doubleteam move, obviously.

Cal: Christian had better hurry. The ref’s starting to count.

Christian does hurry. He scrambles up to the top, then leaps off, connecting with a missile dropkick to Lance, who is still being clutched by Peter. Peter releases him upon impact, and hurries out of the ring as Lance falls in a heap.

Bob: Oh wow! Lance has gotta be out! Missile Dropkick while in a bearhug!

Jerry: There’s no blood! I was sure there would be blood.

Cal: Why, exactly?

Jerry: I don’t know… Awesome moves should equal blood.

Peter dashes around the ring as quickly as he can, and just barely stops Royal from climbing in to save his team. He does this by the expedient method of grabbing Royal’s leg and hauling him away. Meanwhile, Christian climbs the turnbuckle again.

Bob: Peter’s got Royal, and Christian’s going back up!

Cal: I think I know what’s coming…

Christian again leaps off the top rope, and performs a perfect Moonsault Legdrop.

Bob: Fallen Phoenix! Lance King, ladies and gentlemen, is done!

Peter and Royal struggle, though it is obviously a struggle Royal is winning, as Christian goes for the cover.

Cal: Here goes…

1…

2..

3!

Tim Marshal: Here are your winners, Peter Blizzard and Christian McClane!

The bell rings, and Christian’s music plays. Peter lets go of Royal, who just goes, walking almost at once away from the scene and to the back. The camera pans over to Lily, who is clapping and cheering most enthusiastically.

Bob: Big win here. Huge win for this team.

Cal: Yeah, for a team that’s not a team, this was pretty big.

Jerry: I’m just glad the team with the more awesome moves won. Even though, ya know, there was no blood and all.

Christian heads out of the ring and joins Peter. Lily then joins the both of them, and they celebrate animatedly and excitedly even as they all head toward the back. Lance eventually gets up, and slumps off.

Bob: Yeah, the doubleteam action there showed Peter and Christian really took this seriously, and worked together.

Jerry: I am surprised about one thing, though. I’m amazed Royal tried to tag in at all after what Lance said.

Cal: he didn’t do that for Lance.

Jerry: Ah, I think I see.

Bob: We’ve gotta take a break, gentlemen. Up next, Russell Brown takes on Steve Evans.

Cal: With some special help in the mix. Brian Sasso is the special referee. That’s gonna be fun.

Bob: Stay tuned!

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.

Bob: It's time for Russell to put his Xtreme Title shot on the line here, with an additional monkey wrench thrown in the equation.

Cal: Yes, Russell made it clear he was still putting his #1 contenders spot on the line, whether Steve said he cared about it or not.

Jerry: There had better be blood here, I swear.

Bob: Right, let's just head to Tim Marshal.

( Russell Brown vs. Steve Evans - Special Guest Ref - Brian Sasso )

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

“The Way I Am” hits and Brian Sasso makes his way out dressed in a referee's outfit to a loud response from the crowd.

Tim Marshal: Here is your special guest referee for this contest, Brian Sasso!

Making his way down to the ring at a steady pace, he climbs in and signals for a mic before pausing a moment to soak in the cheers.

Brian: Thanks for the reception everyone, had a lot going on obviously but I'll get to that at a more appropriate time since we've got a match to get to. Just want to clear up a few things about how shit's going to go down in this match. I asked to ref this match so things could go down the way I saw fit. Was pretty obvious Rur Rur wasn't gonna go back on putting his title shot on the line whether Evans wanted it or not, so figured this was going to need someone who could actually keep shit under control. First thing is this Stevey, your anti-SWA bullshit as ineffective as it is at actually being a “cancer” to the company �c I mean really if anything your antics are helping us by creating intrigue and spiking the ratings, the sentiment of it is a load of shit and isn't gonna happen in a match where I'm calling the shots. So keep your little toy spray paint can of doom at home, or I swear I will sodomize you right here on SWA TV with a barbed wire bat, and if you think I'm kidding you're shit out of luck.

He pauses, clearing his throat.

Brian: Next thing is, last week I do admit as much of an ungrateful little douche to this place as you are, it was pretty fucking hilarious seeing Ventor get kicked in the balls. But there aren't going to be any cheap ass endings this week though. Russell wants to put his Xtreme Title shot on the line, it shouldn't have a flukey ending and if Steve is just here to have a fight it should be treated as such. It's not officially listed as an Xtreme Rules match I know, but I'm sure as hell not calling for any DQ here. And if you think I'm even going to bother to count any pinfalls on weak shit like clotheslines, dropkicks, rollups, you name it, forget it. I want to see the two of you beat the hell out of each other so there's a decisive winner, anything less with a match like this with all the shit that's been being slung back and forth wouldn't seem right. Now if you two want to keep cat fighting after the match, I'm sure as hell not going to stop you as long as you're actually doing what people came here to see and fighting, not any other bullshit. We clear? Good.

With that, he hands the ring mic back to Tim Marshal and turns his attention to the ramp.

Cal: A clear message sent here from our guest referee.

Bob: Laying down the law, and this should make this contest a lot more interesting.

Jerry: Does this mean we'll see blood? That's all I really care about here.

Frontline by Pillar slams on the PA. After the beginning guitar riffs and the lyrics start, Russell Brown walks from behind the curtain. A raining shower of pyro begins to fall and Russell walks through the pyro and stands posing in the famous star pose.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 228 pounds, Russell Brown!

Bob: Russell was very confident heading into this one, and told Steve he was a joke.

Cal: He has good reason to be confident, doesn't he? Russell's been making a good showing of himself lately.

Jerry: No he doesn't, he's Rur Rur; all that needs to be said there.

 He continues down the ramp and stares at the ring before climbing onto the apron and facing the crowd. He then rips off his hood and grins at the fans before entering the ring and posing in the ring just at the opposite apron. After that he stands in his corner and eyes the entrance ramp as the music just plays through the arena.

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 looks out over the crowd and begins his slow walk down the ramp towards the ring.

Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds, Steve Evans!

Cal: Do you think the way Sasso is going to call this one helps someone with Steve's style, gives him the advantage?

Bob: I don't think it gives him the edge, Russell has a lot of Xtreme experience himself. And this way Steve isn't going to be able to take the easy way out if things get tough. Both men know to expect anything heading into it now.

Jerry: Are you head of the Rur Rur fan club or what Bob? Jeez!

He slowly slides into the ring and lays on his stomach for moment before standing and walking towards a corner. He stands on the middle rope and looks out over the crowd. No emotion on his face as he steps down and closes his eyes and cracks his neck. He opens his eyes ready for his match. A look of anger and disgust in his eyes. As both competitors square off, Sasso signals for the bell to begin the match. Steve immediately comes out firing with hard punches staggering Russell, who fires back with some shots of his own. That is immediately brought to a halt as Steve delivers a knee to the gut doubling him over. Wrapping his right arm around his waist, Steve then lifts Russell up off the ground and drives him back first into the turnbuckle before delivering a pair of shoulder thrusts to the gut. As Russell winces, grabbing at his midsection to try and get some air, Steve snapmares him over before running back to get a head start and deliver  a straight boot to the head of his seated opponent. He begins to drop down for the cover, but an unimpressed Sasso shakes his head.

Cal: What, did he think he was kidding?

Jerry: Good, that wouldn't have won the match anyways.

Bob: Steve clearly still wants to do things his own way regardless of the instructions he was given. If he even listened to them, that is.

After giving an annoyed glare at the referee, Steve drags Russell back to his feet and tries to toss him out of the ring to the floor. Russell still had his wits about him though this early on, and manages to land on the apron, showing off the agility he's known for. Steve tries to knock him off with a shoulder block, but Russell strikes first with a high roundhouse kick which sends him back, following it up with a springboard flying forearm smash. He thinks about covering, but realizing that Sasso has no intention of counting a pin here after a quick glance over, decides against it. Pulling himself up, he goes to deliver a standing moonsault, a maneuver which backfires as Steve manages to pull his knees up at the last second. As Russell writhes around after yet another shot to his torso, Steve rolls out of the ring and starts searching around underneath it before he emerges with a steel chair and a sadistic glint in his eyes.  Returning to the ring, he waits, measuring Russell as he stands back up.

Cal: Steve with bad intentions here.

Jerry: The brilliant insights of Bob #2, ladies and gentlemen.

Bob: Just give it a rest, will you?

Winding up, he swings the chair with a wicked ferocity. Russell though, ducks under and follows up by hitting a backflip kick which not only knocks Steve down, but the chair out of his hands as well. Seeing his opening, Russell gingerly moves over the chair and after lining it up he delivers a quick snap suplex which drives Steve down onto it spine first. Giving himself space to get a few steps of momentum, he then runs and delivers the Standing Star to Steve with the chair still laying underneath him. As Russell hooks the inside leg, Sasso drops down to count this time.

One

Two �

Steve gets his left shoulder up at two.

Bob: Some resilience there from Steve after that series of maneuvers from Russell.

Jerry: There's a chair in the ring, but no blood. I want a damn refund!

Cal: I'm sure there will be soon enough with the way this one is heading.

Taking a moment, Russell contemplates his next course of action, before deciding to head up to the top rope for a moonsault. As he reaches the top however, and prepares to leap off, Steve with a burst of adrenaline leaps to his feet and yanks Russell off the ropes sending him crashing hard to the mat, the back of his head bouncing. It takes Steve a moment to return to his feet after that energy burst, leaving him unable to capitalize immediately. Surveying his surrounding, suddenly an idea pops into his head as he heads over to the corner and starts undoing the top turnbuckle before tossing the protective padding to the outside. Heading back over to Russell, he lifts him up and delivers a powerbomb which drives the back of his head into the exposed steel. As he crumples down in a heap, Steve drags him away from the ropes and covers. Sasso drops down, checking the shoulders before counting.

One

Two �

Russell is able to muster the strength to kick out. Sasso shrugs his shoulders as he holds up his fingers to signify a two count to Steve, who disagrees with the count. 

Jerry: That was pretty cool looking actually, but still no blood.

Bob: It took a lot for Russell to kick out of a move like that, lots of heart on display here.

Cal: It shows that Steve too for his loose cannon attitude he puts on, is quite the tactician when it comes to the technical side of things. Very calculating in there.

Steve lifts a dazed Russell up on his shoulders into a fireman's carry. Before we can see if he's looking for the BTH or a different move though, Russell elbows his way free and dropkicks him from behind sending him face first into the exposed buckle. Still somewhat woozy, Russell manages to spot the chair lying in the ring and as Steve stumbles back out of the corner, blasts him with a shot across the forehead busting him wide open.

Jerry: Bloooooddddd!!!!! Finally!

Not satisfied there, he climbs up top slowly before leaping off and delivering the Rising Star as he comes crashing down on Steve. As Russell hooks both legs, Sasso makes the academic three count.

One �

Two �

Three!!!

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and still #1 Contender for the Xtreme Championship, Russell Brown!

Bob: A real brutal fight between these two, Steve brought what he could to the table but it wasn't enough.

Jerry: Huh, that actually wasn't too bad.

Cal: Is it safe to say Russell Brown is officially back?

Bob: I'm not sure, we still have to see how he fares against the likes of Stephanie Frost. But he's certainly in the midst of a turnaround here.

“Frontline” hits again, as Sasso raises Russell's hand to signify him the victor, before rolling out of the ring. As Russell continues to celebrate, Steve by this point has come to and blindsides him from behind to a loud chorus of boos. Sasso of course doesn't intervene, staying true to what he told both men before the match. Looking to Tracie, he demands a new chair which she slides to him before he places it around Russell's neck, looking at Sasso. He then slides out of the ring, laughing to himself before he grabs a mic.

Steve: You see Russell, I could have ended it all, just that easily.

Steve drops the mic and returns to the back with Tracie. Sasso for his part shrugs his shoulders, wondering what the point of that little display was.

Cal: Um, if he was trying to intimidate either man, I don't think it worked very well there.

Bob: No, it really didn't; but we have to head to commercial. Stay tuned for our huge Main Event with Money In The Bank implications!

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

"There are no lines to cross."

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

"This isn't wrestling entertainment."

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

"This is on the Edge!"

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

"This is nothing but Aggression!"

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

"You are In the Squared Circle!"

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

"This is the SWA!"

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

"THIS IS WRESTLING!"

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

Bob: Welcome back everyone.  Next up we have a  possible barn burner on our hands.  Alex shade puts his money in the bank shot on the line against Ventor, and if that wasn't enough for you, our own SWA champion Waldo Valdo Escobar will be the special guest referee.

Jerry: Barn burner? barn burner?  You have been playing video games from inferior rivals Bob?

 Bob: No Jerry, it just seem to hit me from out of nowhere, maybe it's all the country music I have been listening to during some of the flights.  In any case, this match deserves our full attention because allot is riding on it.

Cal: Well as much as the piece of paper in the brief case anyways guys, that's up to the person holding it as to how much it's worth.

Jerry:  Ok so let's get this thing underway.  Tim Marshal start flapping that jaw of yours.

( Alex Shade vs. Ventor- Money In The Bank Briefcase w/ Guest Ref. Waldo Valdo Escobar )

Let me Entertain you by Robby Williams begins to play and dressed in Referee's attire Waldo makes his way to the ring as a huge cheer erupts from the crowd.

Jerry:  I wonder if Waldo would ever say that the refereeing shirts are unfashionable?  I mean look at them.

Cal: We do look at them Jerry, we look at them every week.

Bob: It's not the shirt that matters though it's the person donning the shirt and I for one think that Waldo will do an outstanding job as the special guest referee.

Tim Marshal:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it's for Alex Shade's money in the bank contract! Introducing your special referee, he is the Skyfall Champion, Waldo Valdo Escobar!

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 first, from Halifax Nova Scotia, weighing two hundred and four pounds, here is Alex Shade!

Bob: The Alex we saw this week was the real Alex, the true Alex.  I don't know where he has been hiding but I really think that Ventor may have caught him at the wrong time.

Cal:  Right Bob, He was all fired up and with that purpose and bravado that really encompasses Alex I think we are really in for something from him this week.  

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 the quicker he begins to run. Alex slides in between the mat and the bottom rope. He quickly rises to his feet. He jumps up the turnbuckle and looks around again. He turns around and hops down. He places his hands on either side of his neck and snaps his head left and right before taking to his corner seeming to be relaxed.

"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.

Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, from Trenton New Jersey, weighing two hundred and eighty pounds, here is Ventor!

Jerry:  A true hawk, or perhaps Vulture?  Ventor challenged Alex for his money in the bank and of course with the roll Ventor has been on Alex couldn't exactly refuse.  You have to admire that tactic.

Cal: I don't think Ventor cares whether people admire it or not just as long as he gets his win.

He begins to strut down the ramp in a flashy robe, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. He slides into the ring, raising his hands in the air, to make his arms shaped like a "V." He jumps off and takes his robe off. He folds it up and waits for his opponent.

The bell rings and both men look at each other. The tension in the arena begins to build.  The crowd wait in anticipation, and then they lock up.  Alex unloads with a  few quick punches.  Ventor manages to block the first two but the third one lands on the chest of Ventor.  Ventor recovers quickly and manages to connect with a knee to the gut of Alex.

Jerry: You should have had a closer look at that knee from Ventor Ref, it did look a bit low.

Cal: Alex hasn't doubled over as if he got hit there Jerry.

Jerry:  Heck he could have been aiming lower down Cal but got the gut instead.

Ventor then executes three jabs, an elbow and finishes off the combo with a kick to the chest which drops Alex to the mat.  He then steps back and when Alex rises Ventor charges forwards.  Seemingly at the speed of light Ventor's spear is countered into a roll up from Alex.

Cal: What a counter! first pin attempt of the match.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Bob: Only a two but wow, that could have been really awkward for Ventor there.

Alex gets to his feet and as Ventor is getting to his, Alex nails him with a hard forearm shot to the kidney area.  Alex then whips Ventor into the corner hard and the sound of flesh on lightly covered metal rings out throughout the arena, causing the crowd to gasp.  Alex charges in after Ventor and hops onto the second rope.  With Ventor still slumped in the corner Alex rains down a number of punches. The crowd count along and the tenth punch is the strongest of the lot. Ventor then drops to a sitting position in the corner.  Alex leaps off the corner and nails Ventor with a drop kick.  This connects to the face of the slumped Ventor, totally crumpling the former Skyfall champion.     

Jerry:  Alex is really showing Ventor who calls the shots here.  This is remarkable.

Bob: We always know that raw aggression is in Alex, and when it comes to the forefront, we have a spectacular match on our hands.

Cal: Just remember though guys, the match can turn on one missed move, counter or lucky break.

Ventor rolls out of the ring and Alex follows him as the referee begins a count.  Alex charges at Ventor but the latter moves just in time and the very same ring post that assisted Alex so much inside of the ring is the catalyst for the inflicted pain outside of it as Alex goes into it shoulder first.  Alex steps back clutching his shoulder but Ventor is ready and goes right after the previously damaged spot.  Ventor hits Alex hard with a straight punch.  He then rolls Alex back into the ring and climbs in after him.

Bob: Alex is going to have to protect that shoulder with his life now if he is to walk away with a win in this match.

Cal:  He  hit it hard but I don't think it was hard enough to do any serious damage but the more Ventor will work on it the more likely that is to change.

Jerry:  And make no mistake Ventor will go after it as he has already demonstrated.

Ventor brings Alex to his feet and hooks him up. He lifts Alex straight in the air in a fisherman's cradle position and completes the suplex by falling back.  Ventor Maintains the hold on the cradle as the referee makes the count.    

One...

Bob: Ventor holds on, will this be it?

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: No, so close though.

Jerry:  Notice that he hooked up the opposite side to the one that got hurt outside of the ring?  That was smart because it's that shoulder Alex had to lift up to kick out.

Bob; I have to admit Jerry, you are right, that was clever.

Jerry: I taught him everything he knows, or at least everything I wanted him to know.

Cal: I don't know how you put up with this man as long as you did Bob.

Bob: Honestly it wasn't easy at all Cal.

Ventor this time does choose to direct his attack on the shoulder.  He picks up Alex and drives his damaged body part right into the knee with a thunderous shoulder breaker.  No sooner than does Alex fall to the mat and Ventor is right back on the attack.  This time he attempts to lock on an Oma plata armbar.  He has it half way locked in when Alex fights out of it, and even though it causes him some initial pain to do that the escape is successful and Alex is able to roll away.  Ventor goes right after Alex once again.  To buy himself some time Alex trips Ventor who goes into the corner head first.  The smash of Ventor's skull hitting the corner causes another involuntary gasp from the crowd.

Cal: There is no way Ventor can be conscious after that, what an incredible turn of events.

Jerry:  A sure fire win for Alex if he can go for the pin but that trip was a desperate move and certainly was effective because it buys Alex some time. 

Both men remain on the mat for some moments, Ventor is checked by the referee but he seems to be ok and Alex sits in the corner recovering.  The crowd begin a rhythmical clap as Alex and Ventor both get to their feet.  Alex charges forwards and catches Ventor cold with an STO.  Alex then brings Ventor to his feet and hits an uppercut.  Alex then hops onto the second rope behind Ventor and dives at him.  Alex hooks the head on the way down and drives Ventor head first into the mat with a Bulldog.  The crowd cheer appreciatively as Alex steps back.  Ventor gets up to one knee and sensing his chance Alex hits him with a shining Wizard.  Alex waists no time as he hooks the leg.

Jerry: Shining wizard.  If Alex wins with this he will be shining himself.    

One...

Two...

Thr Kick out!

Cal: He got it... Oh no he didn't.  Wow that was so close.

Bob: That hand was just about to touch the mat for the third time, I have no idea how Ventor kicked out of that.

Cal: I think Instinct Bob and nothing more than that.

Alex hits Ventor with some lefts and rights as the Latter attempts to get to his feet.  Ventor though manages to get enough distance and is able to get to his feet.  Ventor spots Alex and goes for the classic left hook.  Alex counters with an arm drag and once again Ventor is down on the mat.

Bob: Now there was an outstanding counter.  What won't these two men do to win this match?

Jerry: Uh... get a circumcision?

Cal: How do you know they haven't already got one Jerry?  Wait hang on why am I having this conversation with you~?

Jerry:  Because you care about such things Cal.

Cal: Uh... You brought it up Jerry.

Bob: Let's get back to the match at hand here guys.

Ventor groggily gets to his feet and Alex is right after him once again.  Alex moves forwards and clotheslines Ventor to the mat.  Such is the force of the clothesline that Ventor's head bounces off of the mat when he hits it.  Alex drags Ventor to his feet and takes him to the mat once again hard with a swinging neckbreaker.  Alex hooks the leg as Waldo once again drops for the pin.

Jerry:  Ventor can't kick out of this, surely it's over.

One...

Two...

Three!

Cal: No wait his foot was on the ropes.

Bob: Wow I think Waldo has just spotted it.

Waldo signals that it was a two and indeed that Ventor's foot was on the ropes.   

Jerry:  He got it on there just in the nick of time and the right decision is the result.  Are you watching Fifa?  That's how you really officiate a call.

Alex gets to his feet and Ventor follows suit shortly after.  Alex then runs up the corner but as he turns to complete the So damn fly Ventor falls back of his own accord due to his groggy state.  Alex totally misses the move as he is not able to change direction once the move is in motion and lands on the mat with a crash.  With both men on the mat Waldo begins a measured count.

Cal: They are both down and you have to wonder how much is left in the tank?

Bob: It's at this point where they have to really dig down deep and call on those reserves.

Waldo continues the count as the fans urge both men on, wanting this match to continue for even longer.

Jerry:  The fans don't want this match to end and I can't blame them.

Bob: It's been enthralling so far and we have to give huge props to Waldo, he has called it right down the line and got the decision right with the foot on the ropes call. 

Slowly both men manage to answer the count and on the eight they are both on their feet.  The crowd cheer as they head for each other again ready to continue this battle.  Alex goes for an uppercut but Ventor blocks it and nails the vintage right uppercut causing Alex to fall to the mat.  Ventor picks up Alex and lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry.  Ventor then throws out Alex's body behind him and executes a cutter which completes the requirements for the TKO.  Ventor goes for the pin at once.

Jerry: TKO, TKO!

One...

Two...

Thr Kick out!

Bob: Oh my, that was so close once again.

Cal: Both of these men have impressed me so much today.  What a match.

Jerry:  I wonder if they are impressing Waldo? 

Bob: Get your mind out of the gutter Jerry.

Ventor picks up Alex and takes him to the mat with a bridging German suplex.  He holds on for yet another pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: Once again, so close.

Alex quickly gets to his feet and as Ventor (who of course is the larger so most often gets to his feet a little later) stands, he is nailed with a drop kick to the knee. As Alex measures Ventor, looking for the T. O. A. D. Ventor throws out a classic left hook.  The result is that both moves connect at almost the same time.  It's the left hook which connects first though and it's this that causes Ventor to fall onto Alex which of course causes both men to fall to the mat. With Ventor on top of Alex Waldo drops to make the count.

Jerry: Wow!  I think they are both out but with Ventor falling on Alex he could take it right here!

One...

Two...

Three!   

Cal: What a match! What a match!  Ventor won it at the death but it could have so easily gone either way.

Bob: It was an amazing display by both of them and they can be both proud with the effort they put in tonight.  However there always has to be a loser and this time it's Alex.

Tim Marshal:  Here is your winner, and the new owner of the money in the bank, Ventor!

The crowd cheer loudly and they are cheering for both men as they begin to stir.  They both sit up and look around as Waldo looks on. Ventor's music begins to play and tired but triumphant Ventor stands and has his hand razed by Waldo.  Alex looks around and as what happened sets in puts his head down, defeated and totally dejected. The crowd continue to cheer both men and after a few moments Alex gets to his feet and heads to the back.

Bob: Alex has nothing to be ashamed of.  That match could have so easily gone either way.  He can be proud of what he accomplished tonight

Cal: If his move had connected just a split second sooner it would have all been  totally different for him.  It didn't though and it's Ventor who stands in the ring, holding the brief case and celebrating his win.  What an outstanding performance by Ventor.

Jerry:  I have to say, that was really a fantastic match.  Ventor wins it and he now moves onto what ever belt he chooses. There is nothing more we can say, the crowd reaction speaks for itself.

Cal: What ever you are all doing, stop it and just applaud these two for a few moments.

  Bob: That's exactly right Cal.  For us though it's time to go.  We hope you have enjoyed tonight's show and we will all see you next week.  From Cal Norton and Jerry Sheppard this is Bob Macatire saying bye for now everyone.

We see a tired but smiling Ventor celebrating his win for a moment longer before we fade to the SWA logo and then to black.