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The SWA logo spins on the screen as the electronic first notes of War by
the Sick Puppies begin to play. With every beat of the bass drum, sparks
shoot out from the logo, collecting on the other side of the screen.
After eight measures, these have formed the Edge logo. Both begin
expanding outward, distorting as they move beyond the edges of the
frame, still spinning all the while so each logo is completely visible
at one time or another. Then, just as the singer shouts "Let's do this,"
the screen seems to explode into several pieces. These begin to fall,
morphing into shots of things that have occurred on edges past, from the
SWA's very beginning to the present. These shots continue to fall
into frame as the guitar and drums pound through the speakers. Then, as
the vocals begin, we cut to the arena where pyros are exploding, and the
edge banner is flying high. The lights shine brightly down upon the
arena, making everything, including the crowd, seem to glow slightly. We
pan over them as they wave their arms and their signs, 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: Welcome once again to Friday Night Edge! There’s just over a week
left to Infected, and the heat’s already starting to turn up.
Jerry: What is this, some sort of bacterial infection? It can only
survive in high heat?
Bob: Uh, sure.
Jerry: I was just trying to equate those two things.
Cal: And that’s Jerry, folks, chiming in with his usual words of wisdom.
Jerry: They are wise. It’s not my fault you’re not.
Bob: Anyway, we have a crazy night ahead. We’ll see Angel Acheron take
on Catalina South in a crazy, crazy match…
Jerry: A match in which there will be blood, its only redeeming quality.
Bob: Uh, sure. We’ll also see Behemoth taking on Russell Brown in a
match frought with metaphor…
Cal: Yeah, that one’s gonna have its own level of craziness. Russell has
shown us a lot lately, but whether he can defeat the big man is another
question entirely.
Bob: And we’ll round out the night with Riz taking on McGoldrick.
Cal: Both those guys had strong words for one another this week. We’ll
see whose were the stronger.
Bob: So now it’s about time to get to…
"Stahn uf" begins to play and Senor Swiss and Kurt Mountain appear on
the stage. Kurt is carrying a large glass bowl that is filled with
little folded papers. Senor has a mic. Ignoring the fans they make their
way towards the ring. Senor enters and takes the bowl from Kurt so he
can enter the ring himself. After Kurt is in the ring he takes it back
and Senor raises the mic and starts to address the fans.
Jerry: Getting annoyed that you’re holding them up. Shut up, Bob.
Senor: Well we get it. Competition is really hard to get by here.
Something else we were wrong about. So if it is good enough for the
champs and the rest, then it will do for us too.
Bob: Well then. Uh, I guess Team Swiss just made a challenge.
Jerry: To the Bread Zombie, and Thespian Man. Oy…
Cal: Seems a little strange, but apparently it was random, so it
could’ve been anyone.
Bob: I guess the question is whether or not those two will agree to team
up. I would assume they can still refuse.
Jerry: And then the challenge will come to nothing. Wouldn’t that be a
riot?
Cal: To you, I suppose.
Bob: Ya know what would be a riot though, Jerry?
Jerry: What’s that?
Bob: Getting this show on the road with our first match.
Jerry: Oh. Right.
Bob: Our opening match of the evening is going to be Royal Delange
versus Lance King.
Jerry: Yeah, these two
deserve to be in the opening match.
Perfect spot for them!
Cal: Ouch, Jerry.
They might have had a rough match last week against Peter and
Christian but now they get the opportunity to get back in the swing of
things here tonight.
Jerry: Well, I’m with Mieke
on this one. When they start
caring about their performance I’ll start caring!
Bob: Certainly a down period
for both of their careers but let’s see who can get out of the slump
first.
Tim Marshal: The following
contest is scheduled for one fall!!!
“Man in the Mirror” by Michael Jackson begins to play.
The lights go out except a blue spotlight which points at the
entrance until Royal appears.
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.
Bob: Royal thinks of Lance
as nothing more than a joke.
Cal: Well, we all know he’s
not a fan of this “I don’t care” attitude.
Jerry: Lance King should
form a tag team with Steve Evans.
They’re made for each other! His music fades
out. “This War” by 30
Seconds to Mars 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: And his
opponent, from Parsippany, New Jersey, weighing in at 285 pounds, Lance
King!!!!!
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.
Royal and Lance meet in the middle of the ring and the referee
talks to the both of them.
Cal: This match should be
interesting. You have the
technical style of Royal matching up against the power moves of Lance
King.
Jerry: Well if its anything
like their last match it won’t be!!
The bell rings to start off the match.
The two meet, interlock their arms and try to out-power one
another, but Lance King starts the offense off with a side headlock.
He wrenches the submission tight, but after a few seconds Royal
grabs a hold of Lance’s arm and waist, slamming him down back first with
a back suplex. Lance holds
his neck in pain as Royal gets back up to his feet.
Royal keeps Lance down with a few falling elbows to the chest.
After three of them he goes for the cover.
One!
Two!!!
Shoulder up by Lance!!
Bob: I thought for sure
Lance’s headlock would be too powerful to escape.
Cal: Well I guess Royal
proved you wrong then.
Lance tries to get back up onto his feet, but Royal grape vines his legs
around Lance’s leg and applies a grounded ankle lock.
Lance tries to reach the bottom rope but it is no use.
Jerry: Maybe he’ll tap out
so we can move on to more important matches.
Bob: Shush, Jerry.
This match is just as important as the rest of them.
Jerry: Keep telling yourself
that, Bobby.
Just as Lance is about to tap out, he turns towards Royal and hits a few
stomps to his face. After a
few good ones Royal finally breaks the hold.
This bides Lance enough time to limp himself back into a stance.
Royal doesn’t waste any time, getting back up to and sending a
series of roundhouse kicks, right to the shin of Lance.
This brings Lance right back to one knee.
Bob: You were talking about
the technical style of Royal earlier Cal, and you were absolutely right.
That grape vine ankle lock did some great damage to the leg of
Lance.
Cal: Yeah, and those
roundhouses certainly aren’t helping matters either.
Royal sends a jumping roundhouse to the temple of Lance, knocking him
back out to the ground.
Jerry: Thanks for coming,
Lance. This match is as good
as over.
Royal kneels down and hooks a leg.
One!
Two!!!
Kick out by Lance!!!
Cal: You were saying,
Jerry??
Jerry: Well unless Lance
gets some offense in he’s in some serious trouble.
With Lance still laid out on the ground, Royal points to the top
turnbuckle and gets a decent pop from the crowd.
He leaps up onto the top rope and tries to go for a flying leg
drop, but Lance rolls out of the way last minute.
Royal falls down on his backside.
Bob: That reversal could
have changed this match completely.
Now Lance needs to keep the momentum up.
Jerry: Easier said than
done!
Lance gets up to his feet and Royal slowly sits up.
Before he can stand up Lance straps in a rear naked choke.
Cal: Here he goes again.
He tried a headlock to no avail in the beginning of the match and
now he’s trying again.
Bob: Lance certainly isn’t a
submission expert by any means but I would hate to be on the receiving
end of that!
Jerry: Of course you
wouldn’t. You have virtually
no in-ring experience whatsoever.
Unlike me.
Desperate to escape the hold, he slams back a few backwards elbows,
managing to connect to the head of Lance a few times.
It is hit with enough power for him to escape.
Royal catches his breath and slowly gets to his feet.
Lance does the same.
When Royal turns around he is met with a front kick to the stomach.
With Royal bent down Lance picks him up in a powerbomb position.
Lance lifts him up high in the air.
Before Lance can slam him down, Royal reverses with a
hurricanrana.
Bob: Beautiful counter by
Royal Delange!!!
Cal: Now what’s up his
sleeve?!
Jerry: How can he have
anything up his sleeve? He
doesn’t have a shirt on!
Before Lance can get up, Royal goes down to the ground, grabs the arm of
Lance, and wraps his legs around his head, performing a Triangle choke.
Bob: There it is!!
No Mercy locked in!!!
After the submission is locked in Lance begins to tap out.
The bell rings to stop the match.
Tim Marshal: Here is your
winner by submission, Royal Delange!!!!
Royal finally breaks the hold and gets his hand raised by the referee.
He stares at Lance King and smiles.
He rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back, getting a
mixed reaction from the crowd.
Jerry: Wow.
Just when I thought Lance couldn’t look worse he gives a
performance like this.
Cal: Wouldn’t say I
completely disagree with you Jerry.
He needs to focus on his, well, focus!
Bob: Congratulations to
Royal on a stellar performance here tonight.
Hopefully he can keep up the good work.
Cal: How about you tell us
about our next match Bob?
Bob: My pleasure.
We are about to see a rematch from long ago.
Roger Miller takes on Alex Shade.
Roger was the better man in their last encounter but will the
same happen tonight?? We
will be back after the commercial!!
The scene opens on Roger and Markus Miller. They are sitting at a bar,
both enjoying some time off as it seems. They both get a bottle of
Miller beer. Markus turns to the camera, a big smile on his face.
Markus: The Name Miller stands for quality, freshness and good taste. In
and out of the ring.
He cheers towards the camera with the bottle and takes a deep swallow.
Roger: Now also without alcohol!
Roger holds his bottle towards the camera and we see the non alcohol
script on the label. The brothers toast each other with a cling, as
bottle hits bottle lightly. Then they both take a deep swallow and
then sigh, refreshed, they put down the bottles. The Miller Beer
logo is shown together with the line.
"Miller. A name that stands for quality in and out of the ring!"
Scene fades out.
Bob: Welcome back everyone and next up we have a match which took place
on the tour last year. Alex
shade faces off against Roger Miller.
Jerry: Last year Roger Miller
beat Alex in what would be considered an upset.
This Year if Roger Miller beats Alex it's... uh still considered
an upset.
Cal: Though there is no real significance in that stuff guys one has to
be thinking that as close as Alex got last week he has to be looking to
take that step forwards.
Bob: Roger Miller of course also won last week, but it was against the
Bread Zombie, and everyone aside from Jerry tends to be successful in
that department.
Jerry: I could say plenty about
that fake zombie but I am a professional unlike the both of you so I
will say, time to get down to ringside and Tim Marshal. ( Roger Miller vs. Alex Shade )
Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
“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: On the way to the ring, from Salt Lake City Utah, weighing
one hundred and eighty four pounds, Roger Miller!
Jerry: And this weeks preachy sermon was bought to you by, Roger Miller!
Give it a rest Roger, you have no right to give anyone advice.
Cal: I think that the way you put that Jerry was a little harsh but I
honestly can't disagree with you completely.
Bob: Yes Roger does need to work on his own faults before trying to give
advice. However he means
well and I am sure he is very sincere when he says he wants Alex to do
well.
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 Alex Shade. Still
hopping slightly and flexing his muscles.
Alex steps out on to the stage. He pauses for a moment looking at the
crowd around him. He gives a slight nod then throws a fist up. He
continues to walk down the ramp looking straight at the ring.
Tim Marshal: Introducing his
opponent, from Halifax Nova Scotia, weighing two hundred and four
pounds, here is Alex Shade!
Jerry: So Alex's reaction to
Roger Miller this week was a simple shove it where the sun doesn't
shine.
Bob: Alex has a knack for
coming back when you think he is down.
I don't think that Roger is taking him lightly by any means but
after that very close match last week I wouldn't want to be Roger
Miller. On the other hand
inflicting more pain to Alex would be a huge feather in his cap.
Cal: Roger has a huge opportunity and nobody
should ever take him lightly either, especially not Alex.
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.
The bell rings and as the crowd ready themselves in anticipation both
Roger and Alex look at each other from across the ring.
They begin to circle each other, looking for an opening or an
opportunity. Then Alex makes
the first move by stepping forwards. Alex shoots out a leg and as Roger
goes to block it Alex catches him on the side of the head with a
straight punch. Though this
doesn't knock Roger down it does cause him to stagger back.
Alex takes full advantage and executes an arm drag.
With Roger on the Mat Alex quickly follows up with an elbow drop.
Jerry: No rest for Alex here,
he is looking to really crank up the heat against Roger. Show
your intent from the start and then you can go home earlier.
Cal: Go home earlier Jerry?
Two things with that, first off we are on the global tour and second
off, I thought you were a professional?
A professional wouldn't want to go home early.
Jerry: That's what makes them
professionals Cal, they get their job done in double quick time.
Bob: Does that mean you will leave half way through the show Jerry?
Cal: I certainly hope so.
Roger rolls over and gets to his feet.
He charges forwards and connects with an elbow to the chest of
Alex. He then wrenches the arm and then follows this up with a knee to
the gut. Alex manages to get
some distance from Roger but Roger charges forwards, grabs the arm and
takes Alex to the mat with an arm drag.
Alex rolls over and gets to his feet but Roger is ready for him.
Roger grabs the arm of Alex and then after an arm ringer he whips Alex
into the corner. Roger
follows him in and hooks his head. Roger completes the DDT by slamming
Alex's head to the mat.
Roger turns Alex over and goes for a pin attempt.
Bob: That was a vicious DDT there by Roger and maybe, just maybe this is
enough.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: No Alex has too much left in the tank.
Jerry: Plus nobody ever wins with a DDT.
Roger sits Alex up and locks in an arm bar.
The intention is to continue to work on that arm and wear down
the opponent. To this end
Roger certainly seems to be having the desired effect.
Cal: stretching out that arm and hyper extending that elbow, Roger could
really do some damage here.
Jerry: No Cal, the only
damage this move will do is short term.
For more serious damage Roger needs to apply stronger moves.
Bob: While this is true Jerry this move certainly has it's effectiveness
with wearing down those who are locked in it.
Jerry: Yes, bingo. that's why this is a wear down move.
Alex seems to have had enough though, slowly he turns his body into Roger
and with his free arm he connects with an uppercut.
This blow catches Roger by surprise and causes him to loosen the
grip on the hold enough for Alex to be able
to wriggle out of it.
Alex makes his way to the ropes and uses them to assist him to get to
his feet. Roger charges
forwards but ends up running right into an STO.
The crowd cheer as Alex nails Roger with a few follow up punches.
Alex whips Roger into the ropes and nails him with a clothesline.
He then brings Roger to his feet and whips him into the corner.
Alex charges after him and rams his shoulder into the ribs of
Roger and this also causes Roger to hit the turnbuckle back first.
Bob: Alex is cooking on gas now.
Jerry: Speaking of cooking,
Bob you need to get me a hotdog after this match.
Bob: Get it yourself Jerry.
Alex then executes an armbar takedown.
As Roger is getting to his feet he is met with a Shining wizard.
Alex hooks the leg as the referee drops to count the pin fall.
Cal: Shining wizard for Alex could have it right now.
One...
Two...
Shoulder up!
Bob: Give Roger credit there, he is still in there fighting and I am
really enjoying this match, so ending it would be such a shame.
Jerry: Frankly I can't wait till it ends, then Bob you can go and get my
hotdog.
Bob: I told you Jerry, I am not getting your hotdog.
Both men get to their feet and exchange lefts and rights.
Roger catches Alex by surprise with an elbow to the face.
He uses the opportunity to execute a small package.
Jerry: Roger looking for a surprise pin fall here!
One...
Two...
Thr... Kick out!
Cal: Did He get it? Did he get it?
Bob: It was only a two Cal, but a very very long two.
Roger misses the attempted right and Alex then uses the opening created
to nail Roger with a swinging neck breaker.
Alex backs away and as Roger gets to his feet Alex
runs forwards and Bulldogs Roger to the mat.
Once again Alex gets into position and when Roger is back on his
feet Alex catches Roger with a sickening crack as the super kick
connects. The crowd gasp due
to the severity of the blow inflicted as Alex hooks the inside
leg for the pin fall attempt.
Jerry: That was incredible,
that's it, T. O. A. D. and Roger is out for the count and more.
One...
Two...
Three!
Alex stands up as the bell rings and his music begins to play.
Tim Marshal: Here is your
winner, Alex Shade!
Cal: Ouch, I am still shuddering from that super kick from Alex but wow
what a performance by both men.
Bob: Roger tried hard but he just didn't have enough in the tank in the
end. He is facing an Alex
who is really firing on all cylinders now and I wouldn't want to be his
next opponent.
The referee checks on Roger who is only just sitting up.
His Jaw is looking slightly red and spotting this Alex goes to
make sure Roger is ok too.
Roger gets to his feet and makes his way to the back, wincing at times.
Alex looks on as he leaves and then returns his attention back to
the cheering fans.
Bob: I think that Roger's jaw will swell up a bit but certainly nothing
to worry about.
Cal: What a match and it's onwards and upwards for Alex now.
Jerry: And it's onwards and hotdog stallwards for Bob, as we need to take
a break and I really want that hotdog.
Bob: Honestly Jerry. We will
be right back after the break and it will be Angel Acheron against
Catalina South, stay tuned to Friday night Edge.
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: This is going to be an interesting, and violent one coming up. Two
friends with a rather interesting dynamic between them that ended up
playing out this week. Angel Acheron taking on Catalina South in what
was originally a straight up Xtreme match, but the two of them changed
to a Taipei Death Match.
Cal: Which for those unfamiliar, is a match under Xtreme Rules, with the
added stipulation that both competitors have their fists taped and
shards of crushed and broken glass glued to the tape.
Jerry: Which means guaranteed bloooddd!!! Bloodshed, brutality and gore! Bob: Calm down there sport, the match hasn't even started yet. Let's head to Tim Marshal for the introductions.
( Catalina
South vs. Angel Acheron - Xtreme Rules )
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Ipswich, Suffolk UK, weighing in at
136 pounds, Catalina South!
Bob: Catalina coming in here with a chip on her shoulder, and something
to prove.
Cal: Rightfully so, she's very dedicated to building herself up and
advancing her career. Very fiery and full of passion when it comes to
achieving her goals. Not to mention the side motivation of showing Angel
what she's capable of.
Jerry: Well Angel realized she's a nobody, and that this would be easy
for her, even if she was polite about it by her standards due to their
friendship.
Her pace picks up somewhat as she walks up the steps and onto the apron.
Stepping between the ropes she makes her way to her corner and readies
herself for the match.
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.
Tim Marshal: Introducing her opponent, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing
in at 101 pounds, she is the SWA Commissioner Champion, Angel Acheron!
Bob: Wait, hold on … back to Catalina. You're really writing her off
just like that? She breezed through everyone she's faced so far, that
has to count for something.
Jerry: It counts for how much her opponents have sucked.
Cal: McGoldrick is in tonight's Main Event.
Jerry: Well then, I guess that says something about our Main Event,
doesn't it?
Bob: Don't listen to him folks, it's going to be a great match up.
Cal: You can see there both women’s hands have already been taped and
glassed. We’re just about set to kick this thing off.
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.
She takes her corner, and as the two of them square off, the bell
rings. They circle each other, Catalina striking first with a pair of
pawing jabs. They aren't the most powerful ones, but still enough to
draw a few trickles of blood from Angel's forehead.
Jerry: Bloooodddd!!!
Bob: Catalina not really hitting that hard with those, but with that
glass on her hands those jabs are enough to draw blood.
Cal: She seems pretty technically sound with them at least.
Angel slips under a jab and takes Catalina down with a thesz press,
throwing down wild punches from the mount which bust Catalina open.
Jerry: Bl ….
Cal: Yeah, yeah we know.
Bob: I think this brawling really favors Angel, the stipulation in
general could as well.
Catalina is brutal, but Angel is more of a pure brawler.
Those technical strikes aren't bad, but you know who has the edge
when it comes to trading punches with the force Angel swings into them.
Catalina then flips her over into a mount position of her own, throwing
punches that open Angel up more. Throwing her off, Angel scrambles back
up to her feet. She throws a wild hook which Catalina dodges. Catalina
tries to counter with a spinning back fist which Angel also avoids,
hitting a low dropkick to the knee. With Catalina down to one knee,
Angel throws another wild hook which drops her. Dropping down, she
cradles Catalina's head in her arm and throws several more short punches
causing blood to splatter. As Catalina winces in pain, Angel then
switches to grinding the back of her fist against the forehead tearing
it up like a piece of raw meat. Unable to scream, the face of Catalina
instead is just wracked in pain as the blood starts pouring out at a
rapid rate, covering her face. Slamming the back of her head against the
ground, Angel presses her forearm down against her face as she goes for
a lateral press and the ref drops down to count.
One …
Two …
Catalina kicks out, still with plenty of fight at this point.
Jerry: Ha, she's schooling her just like I thought, this should be over
shortly.
Bob: Just give it up Jerry, alright? This match has a long way to go.
Cal: Yeah, it's not like we didn't expect Angel would be getting her
shots in. Let's just see how this plays out.
Rolling Catalina over on her back, Angel smirks as she delivers several
crossface strikes making the gash on her torn up forehead absolutely
disgusting at this point as she drags her hand across like a claw
following each impact, a sizable pool of blood forming below her. She
then transitions into a camel clutch, fish hooking her mouth, made all
the more painful by the glass on her hands. Her face a crimson mask,
Catalina struggles but is able to muster the energy to stand up slowly
and free herself with an electric chair drop on the diminutive Angel.
Disoriented from all the blood she's losing already, Catalina drags
herself up woozily a few seconds before Angel returns to her feet. As
Angel stumbles forward, she's hooked in an inverted DDT position and
dropped down across Catalina's knee. A fist drop follows, as she
collapses to the ground, sending blood flying. Taking a moment to
collect herself, Catalina heads to the corner and climbs up to the
second rope before leaping off with a diving fist drop to the face of
Angel, the impact of the glass digging in causing her to cry out in pain
this time as it comes crashing down on her. Pulling herself into a
cover, Catalina hooks the inside leg as the ref counts.
One …
Two …
Angel gets a shoulder up defiantly, smirking slightly at Catalina
through her bloodied visage after the fact.
Jerry: Look at all this blood, this is …
Bob: Getting kind of gross by this point?
Cal: I think Catalina is getting the worst of it in that category, Angel
is bleeding pretty damn good, but Catalina's face looks like it just got
dipped in a bucket of red paint.
Shaking her head, Catalina takes a moment to try and get her bearings
back before she lifts Angel up over her shoulder and carries her
opponent over to the corner to hang her up in the tree of woe. After
hanging her up, Catalina pulls her head up by the hair and throws a few
short punches of her own shedding even more blood. Taking several steps
back, she then takes a deep breath before using a burst of energy to
charge and deliver a kick to the head of the hung up Angel, causing her
to crumple to the mat. Turning her over, Catalina meekly drapes an arm
across for the cover as the count is made.
One … Two …
Angel rolls her shoulder up with less authority this time. Shaking her
head, Catalina rolls her to the outside of the ring before she follows
her to the floor.
Cal: I wonder if she could have had her there if she had been able to
hook the legs.
Bob: Catalina has got to be careful that she doesn't pass out from the
blood loss. Angel too if it goes too long as she's shed quite a bit as
well, however Catalina has to be rubber legged right now.
Wiping the blood out of her eyes as best she can temporarily, Catalina
then tries to whip Angel into the ring steps but has it reversed and is
sent into the post face first. The impact of it causes a vicious thud to
be heard as she drops to the floor. Pausing to take a short breather,
Angel then struggles to, but manages to roll Catalina back in the ring
as she heads underneath the apron to search for weapons. Emerging, she
tosses a bag of thumbtacks, lead pipe and crowbar into the ring to
cheers from the portions of the crowd that are still thirsty for more
carnage. Rolling back in, she brushes some of the blood from her face
with her forearm then opens the bag of tacks, covering a section of the
blood soaked canvas with them. Turning, she spots Catalina who is feebly
trying to make her way back to her feet and snaps off a high angled DDT
into the tacks right as she does so. Draping herself back first across
Catalina, she awaits the count to be made.
One …
Two …
Catalina manages to roll a shoulder up, and Angel shakes her head,
seemingly a bit frustrated.
Cal: Do you think Angel was expecting Catalina to keep fighting this
much with all the blood she's lost?
Jerry: Lucky kick out really. But Angel's showing that she's dangerous
whether she takes an opponent as a major threat or not, or whether she's
out there more to have fun.
Bob: I'm ignoring that lucky bit Jerry, I don't think so Cal. She
definitely seems to think she should have had it won there.
Making her way over to where the pipe and crowbar lay, Angel picks up
the pipe, twirling it around as best she can in her glass covered hand.
Tapping it against her leg as she waits impatiently for Catalina to
start stirring, she charges looking to strike as she's made it to one
knee. She runs right into a drop toe hold though, which Catalina
transitions into a Brazilian heel hook attempt. Frantically kicking
Catalina away, sending her rolling back a bit before she can get the
hold locked in, Angel scrambles back over to the pipe. As she turns to
nail her with a nasty shot, she's struck as well with the crowbar which
Catalina had managed to grab and spring to her feet with a temporary
burst of adrenaline to deliver a blow with. Both women collapse to the
blood covered mat, neither stirring, forcing the referee to start a ten
count.
One …
Two …
Three …
Four …
Five ….
Cal: Neither of them moving still.
Six …
Jerry: Lame, this better not end this way.
Seven …
Bob: You know what's crazy? Both starting to stir a tiny bit, but these
two have done this to each other, and they're friends.
Cal: Well they're still professionals at the end of the day Bob, and
they both seem to like this kind of thing.
Eight …
Nine …
Both are up to one knee shakily.
T …
Each of them just barely beat the count by a hair, Catalina having to
use the ropes to assist her in doing so. Seeing her seemingly almost out
on her feet, Angel after taking a moment to try and shake the cobwebs
out, charges forward and nails Catalina with a spinning heel kick
knocking her down. Dazed, Angel takes a knee before she drags Catalina a
few steps so she's lying on top of the thumbtacks. Exhausted, she takes
a few steps back needing a bit of momentum to make up for the lost
spring in her legs as she tries to deliver a standing shooting star
press to drive Catalina further into the tacks. In what
may have been a desperation move, or simply a case of playing
possum, Catalina swings her fist up in the air from her back as Angel
comes crashing down, catching her in the face with a glass assisted
punch which causes her to fall into the tacks beside her as she yells
out in pain. Stumbling, Catalina labors back to her feet at a very slow
pace, blood still flowing from her like a sieve. She starts to collapse,
but catches herself as she sets Angel up in a powerbomb position. As she
starts to lift her up, Angel wiggles free, almost falling down as she
lands on her feet. She throws a straight kick forward, which Catalina
catches, then in perhaps a bit too flashy a move to try and be pulling
off at this point attempts a dragon whip. After the roundhouse kick
which Catalina somehow manages to dodge in her state, sensing what's
coming next she simply falls down to the mat before the next kick can be
attempted, keeping hold of Angel's left leg. It looks rather ugly, as
her fall back was greatly assisted by the fact she could barely stand
anyways. Angel is alert enough to try and defend against the heel hook
she thinks is coming, but instead Catalina uses her hold on the leg to
step over and lock in a cross legged STF. She pulls back with every
ounce of energy she has left, knowing she needs to finish it here. Angel
tries to hold on, but the added pain of the glass digging in with the
facelock is too much and she's left with no choice but to tap out.
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner by submission, Catalina South!
Bob: She did it! She looks about half dead, but Catalina manages to pull
out the win!
Jerry: Boo! I mean the match was okay I guess, lots of blood, but that
was a fluke I say!
“Angry
Johnny” hits again, but Catalina isn't in any condition from her severe
blood loss to celebrate her victory. Stubbornly though, having to use
the referee's shirt to do so as she leans against him, she manages to
stay on her feet long enough to get her hand raised before falling back
down as SWA medical personnel head out to check on the competitors.
Neither of them seem to want the help, but they're not really in any
state to be able to put up a fight about it.
Bob: Stubborn both of them, but I think they'll need to get looked at.
Cal: Catalina definitely so I think, ironic as she's the winner.
Jerry: Do you know what irony is Cal?
Bob: Anyways, a true bloodbath here, and a great effort put in by the
two of them. But we have to head to a break. I'm sure they'll both get
looked at and we'll get the mat changed to a clean one while we're on
commercial. Stay tuned though, because we've got Behemoth vs. Russell
Brown up next!
We open with a shot of normal,
everyday city traffic. Cars drive by our view, honking at one another.
All this is backed by the sort of poppy piano-laden music you often hear
in car commercials. And that's just what this is.
Voice: We all have our preference when
it comes to which car we drive.
We see the flowing traffic again, and
note that all the cars are conspicuously Honda makes.
Voice: That's why Honda has a little
something for everyone.
The music stops abruptly, and a loud,
presumably unmuffled motor is heard revving off in the distance. And
then, it comes into view. A giant SUV, so shiny it appears covered in
armor, which it may actually be.
Voice: Even this guy.
The huge vehicle slams into the other
cars, knocking them aside as it makes its own path through the traffic.
This is punctuated by Disturbed's Indestructible, which begins to play
in the background. Still, the vehicle's driver cannot be seen through
the tinted windows of the SUV.
Voice: He's big, he's bad... And
now... He has his own car.
The huge vehicle screeches to a stop
after turning into a well-kept driveway complete with flowers along the
sides. It clashes mightily with the scenery around it. The door opens,
and Behemoth steps out of the car, grinning hugely. He looks at the
camera, points back at the car, and winks.
Behemoth: The Honda Behemoth. A big
freakin car... for a big freakin man.
Indestructible begins to play again as
we show a close up shot of the car.
Voice: The Honda Behemoth. Coming soon
to your local Honda dealer. Honda. Something for everyone.
Cal: Welcome back everyone and next up we have two SWA veterans as
Russell Brown faces off against Behemoth.
This is set to be very interesting.
Jerry: I wonder why Russell
adopted that respect approach for Behemoth when his aggression and
brashness has got him back on track over the last few weeks?
Bob: Obviously he feels different about Behemoth than the other
opponents he has faced so far.
He respects him allot. Jerry: Yeah enough of this respect nonsense, I want to see blood, gore and violence, so let's go down to ringside and Tim Marshal.
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Behemoth vs. Russell Brown
Tim Marshal: The following singles contest is scheduled for one fall.
The arena lights dim to almost nothing. On the Skytron, we see what
appears to be modern-day war footage of some sort. Two armies advance on
one another, weapons at the ready. Air raid sirens play in the
background, and the sounds of battle, explosions, planes flying
overhead, and other small skirmishes, can be heard from far off. We see
a figure on the horizon, coming ever closer as he strides through the
ranks of soldiers on one side. Finally this figure reaches the front
line, and steps ahead of it. It is, of course, the massive figure of
Behemoth, decked out in full body armour..
With one gesture, Behemoth orders his men to halt. The anticipation, the
built-up tension on the air, causes the other army to do the same. He
looks across at the other army, his cool, and slightly cruel smile
beginning to form slowly on his face. Then, Behemoth raises his
head to the sky, and issues a warcry so mighty, it vibrates the very
air. His army echoes his bellow, and the charge begins. At the same
time, Behemoth, in the flesh, charges through the curtain, Natasha
running alongside him as the drums, guitar, and bass of Disturbed's
Indestructible begin to play.
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, accompanied by Natasha, weighing five
hundred and thirty pounds, from Germany, here is Behemoth!
Jerry: I wonder if they
built Behemoth from the remains of the Berlin Wall?
Cal: He is tough enough, so maybe they did.
Jerry: They had to do something with those remnants and I think we just
worked out what it was they did.
Behemoth's army meets the opposers, Behemoth still at the forefront, and
the slaughter begins. Though some fall from the army lead by Behemoth,
it is most certainly a one-sided battle. Behemoth is weaponless of
course, for everyone knows that he is a weapon himself. He delivers
punches so powerful that his opponents' heads snap back, their necks
breaking. He delivers blows so accurate, that the noses of other
opponents are jammed upward, directly into their brains. He is shot
again and again, but he never goes down. The battle continues on screen
as Natasha and Behemoth reach the ring. Behemoth steps over the ropes
like a Juggernaut, having lost almost no momentum from the run, and
Natasha rolls under the bottom rope. Behemoth turns briskly to the
crowd, and bellows his mighty cry once again, to their cheering. Then,
he faces Natasha, gives her a smile, and lifts her daintily out onto the
apron, from where she smiles back at him. He takes his corner, and waits
for Russell Brown to make his entrance.
Frontline by Pillar slams on the PA. After the beginning guitar riffs
and the lyrics start, Russell Brown walks from behind the curtain.
Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, now residing in Cleveland Ohio,
weighing two hundred and twenty eight pounds, here is Russell Brown!
Jerry: I wonder if Russell Brown is made of Styrofoam.
Cal: What? Why?
Jerry: That's probably why he has to go away sometimes, to get fixed up
and such. I don't like his
odds if that's the case then.
Bob: So we have Behemoth made out of the remnants of the Berlin wall and
Russell Brown made of Styrofoam, what ever next?
A reigning shower of pyro begins to fall and Russell walks through the
pyro and stands posing in the famous star pose. 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 his opponent as the music
just plays through the arena.
The bell rings and Russell Brown moves forwards carefully.
Behemoth does likewise but less so.
Russell then quickly jumps back on the second ropes and launches
himself at Behemoth and connects with a clothesline.
This causes Behemoth to stagger back.
Russell Brown then hops onto the second rope and once again flies
shoulder first at Behemoth. Behemoth is ready for him this time and is
able to catch him in mid air.
Behemoth then flips Russell over and body slams him to the mat.
Cal: Crash! I liked
Russell's approach there but that is the reason why it's called high
risk.
Bob: It's the game Russell has to play against Behemoth.
Utilise the ropes and hope that Behemoth makes some mistakes.
Jerry: and avoid getting scooshed, don't forget that one.
Behemoth brings Russell to his feet and whips him into the ropes.
He catches him with a sidewalk slam and immediately follows up
with a cover.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: There is the first pin attempt of the match but it only yields a
two.
Jerry: Yes and I like that
you are keeping on top of things Bob, very good.
Russell gets to his feet and as Behemoth attempts to catch him with a
right Russell runs behind Behemoth and leaps onto his back.
Russell then pounds away at the head of Behemoth as the latter
attempts to shake him off.
Behemoth then decides that the best thing to do at this point to release
himself is to fall back so that he can crush Russell under his own wait.
He falls back but Russell is ready for this too.
He pushes off from Behemoth as he is falling but not backwards
but to the side. This
Enables him to hook the head of Behemoth in an inverted facelock. The
result is a Reverse DDT which shakes the ring and draws a gasp from the
crowd.
Bob: Oh my goodness! That was huge!
Jerry: Oh wow, I never knew Russell had it in him to be so smart.
That was very clever to use Behemoth's own momentum against him.
Cal: And now the best thing to do is to go for a pin but he is not doing
that.
Russell Brown climbs onto the second rope and springs off and lands a
moonsault onto the chest of Behemoth.
He then remains on top of him and the referee makes the count.
One....
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: A two, but to answer your comment Cal, I think that Russell just
wanted to be sure Behemoth would stay down.
Cal: That's true, do as much damage as you can.
Jerry: Especially as Behemoth is down and that doesn't happen often.
Russell then stomps away at Behemoth, intending to keep him on the
ground. After several stomps
he climbs onto the apron and then to the top rope.
Russell then comes off the top rope but misses the intended
flipping leg drop as Behemoth was able to sit up just in time.
Behemoth doesn't waste any time as he spots the grounded Russell.
He brings him to his feet and whips him into the ropes.
Behemoth charges forwards and crashes into the upper chest of
Russell with a shoulder block.
After falling to the mat Russell gets to his feet and quickly
throws out a kick. Behemoth has this scouted though and after grabbing
the attacking limb he throws Russell across the ring.
Behemoth then walks over to the prone body of Russell Brown and
picks him up. He delivers a pendulum backbreaker.
He then keeps hold of Russell and delivers another two
consecutive backbreakers.
Jerry: Russell's back must feel like it's on fire right now. Look at the
expression on his face.
Cal: When Behemoth sets out to dismantle you, you better have one heck
of a good plan.
Jerry: Yeah, kick him in the groin.
Behemoth then picks up Russell with one hand across the throat.
He slams him back first onto the mat with a single handed
chokeslam. Behemoth wastes
no more time and hooking the outside leg he goes for the cover.
Cal: Russell can't have any air left in those lungs, this match is over.
One...
Two...
Foot on the ropes!
Bob: No, no! It was a two
count but my was that close.
Jerry: shear instinct is what saved Russell there.
Behemoth picks up Russell and then whips him into the corner.
He charges in after him and whether by luck or
judgment Russell moves a split second before Behemoth connects
with him. The ring shudders
with the force of the impact of Behemoth hitting the turnbuckle.
Cal: Good lord Behemoth!
Bob: That was just sickening and Behemoth could have dislocated his
shoulder.
Jerry: Now picture if Russell was still there guys.
This man is dangerous.
Both men now lay on the mat trying to recuperate. The time ticks on as
they both gather their strength, both intent on giving this match one
last push in order to procure a victory.
Cal: Those of us who haven't had allot of ring experience or none at all
can not appreciate what these men and women
put their bodies through each and every night they compete.
Bob: It's no wonder it
unhinges so many of them.
The shots to the head, the being slammed on the mat or being rammed into
the turnbuckle.
Jerry: I don't know what the fuss is about, they get paid enough.
Russell is first to his feet and spotting this he quickly runs over to
Behemoth who is on his hands and knees.
Russell drives a forearm to the back of Behemoth's neck hard
enough to slow down the progress of the German.
Russell then kicks Behemoth hard in the side of the head causing
him to fall onto his stomach.
Behemoth rolls over onto his back and just as he is about to sit
up Russell executes a standing shooting star press.
Russell then climbs onto the top rope.
He turns and comes off the ropes with a moonsault.
Behemoth gets a knee up this time and Russell lands stomach first
across it.
Cal: Ouch! I hope he didn't eat before coming out here.
Jerry: I don't think so, had he done that his dinner would have been all
over that ring.
Bob: That's disgusting Jerry.
Jerry: So is watching you eat.
Behemoth then gets to his feet and looks around him for the briefest of
moments. He then picks up
Russell and slams him to the mat with a sit out choke bomb. The crowd
cheer loudly as Behemoth grabs the legs of Russell.
Behemoth begins to spin
Russell around, occasionally taking the time to slam him to the
mat. He then finishes the
move by ramming Russell back first into the turnbuckle.
Behemoth goes for the pin at once even though it's most likely
academic at this point.
Cal: Tenderizor! Tenderizor!
One...
Two...
Three!
The bell rings and Behemoth's music begins to play.
He stands up and takes the cheers from the crowd as Natasha steps
into the ring and begins to celebrate with him.
Tim Marshal: here is your winner, Behemoth!
Jerry: Now that's not a bad
match at all. Russell has to
forget about this loss and move on to his match next week.
Cal: Yes he does and look at the look on Behemoth's face.
He is totally delighted.
Bob: It was a fantastic match and Russell tried but just didn't have
enough in the end.
Russell then slowly gets up and makes his way to the back.
After a few more Moments of celebrating Behemoth and Natasha also
take their leave.
Cal: The action doesn't stop here, we have one more match and it should
be a good one.
Bob: That's right Cal, when we get back from the break Riz will face off
against McGoldrick.
Jerry: Till then don't you people dare touch that remote.
The only thing worth watching is Friday night edge.
Smoke begins to filter into a dark screen as an image of a red line
appears on the screen.
"There are no lines to cross."
The red line suddenly disappears as a giant WE shows up where the line
was.
"This isn't wrestling entertainment."
The letters begin to fade away but stop and crack apart and fall out of
view.
"This is on the Edge!"
The EDGE Logo flashes onto the screen and begins to move to the top.
"This is nothing but Aggression!"
The aggression logo falls into the picture and smashes into the bottom
of the screen with force, slightly breaking apart the letters.
"You are In the Squared Circle!"
An image of ITSC host Brandon Cole flashes onto the screen as he talks
into a mic in his studio. The image begins to slightly fade to where the
other two words shine through it.
"This is the SWA!"
The SWA letters break through the rest of the screen and smoke as they
shine bright and everything else fades out.
"THIS IS WRESTLING!"
The SWA letters remain along with the phrase "THIS IS WRESTLING!" under
it as the image then fades out.
Bob: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for our main event.
Riz takes to the ring against McGoldrick, and boy did these two have
some words for one another.
Cal: They certainly did. Riz really tore into McGoldrick for his
actions, and McGoldrick was stuck trying to justify them all.
Jerry: McGoldrick brings blood. I like him.
Bob: And he would probably like that statement. He talked about making
an impact. About thinking outside the box. Riz, well, didn’t agree.
Cal: And matches are always made a bit better when there’s a
disagreement involved.
Jerry: Yeah! More blood!
Bob: One-track mind. Alright, let’s throw it over to…
"May I have your
attention please"
Bob: Oh this oughta
be good.
Cal: You
call Ally’s little speeches good?
Jerry:
They’re good for a laugh, though admittedly they are holding up the
blood.
With
that, she whirls around and exits to yet another deafening chorus of
boos.
Bob:
Well, uh, amidst all that utter nonsense, we did get the announcement we
were waiting for regarding her match with McGoldrick. He’ll be putting
his blackbelt on the line. Not just the belt, but the belt itself.
Cal: Yep,
there’s no getting out of this one. She made him accept before that
stipulation was revealed.
Jerry:
What an idiot McGoldrick was to do that. Ah well. I guess he’ll learn.
Bob: I
thought you liked him.
Jerry: I
do. Everyone’s gotta learn a lesson every now and again.
Cal: You
can say that again.
Bob:
Listen, guys, we’ve really gotta get to the match. Take it away, Tim.
The loner
by Garry Moore begins to play and all the lights apart from the ones
above the ring which turn purple go out. They then begin to come back on
all in purple. An orange spotlight shines on the entrance way and
as the drums kick in Riz who is dressed in his black over coat steps out
from behind the curtain. He then saunters to the ring, leaving the
spotlight behind him.
Tim
Marshal: On the way to the ring, from Autumn valley, weighing one
hundred and seventy six pounds, here is Riz!
Bob: And
there’s Riz, looking confident and ready.
Cal: he
does have a different sort of aura about him since his match with Waldo,
don’t you think?
Jerry:
Nah, he just switched deodorant.
Bob:
You’re right, Cal. And Jerry, that’s why you’ll never be a champion.
Jerry:
Hey! Don’t go making assumptions! I’ll be a champion before Sherman
Witicker is.
Cal: Well
that may be…
Riz makes
his way down the ramp looking directly at the ring. Once he has reached
it he climbs up onto the apron and looks around at the arena. He then
takes off his coat and hands it to security as he steps through the
ropes. He looks around at his surroundings once more before taking a
corner, readying himself for the match.
“Root” by
The Deftones begins to play as McGoldrick makes his way to the ring.
Sporting his martial arts attire and black belt, he poses on the stage
and pulls out a staff.
Tim
Marshal: And his opponent, from Ireland, weighing 190 pounds, McGoldrick!
Bob:
There’s McGoldrick. I wonder if he’s got that blackbelt on a little
tighter.
Cal:
That’s an odd way to put it, but I see what you mean. It’s in danger
now.
Jerry:
But Riz is in danger of bleeding! Ha! Bring that staff into the ring,
McGoldrick!
Bob: It’s
not Xtreme rules, Jerry.
Jerry: It
is now! I just got word…
Cal: Shut
up. You did not.
After
demonstrating his weapon form, he slides into the ring and poses on the
top turnbuckle, getting much heat from the crowd. He then makes his way
to the center of the ring, staring down his opponent. His music fades,
and the bell rings a second later. McGoldrick explodes out of his
corner, and is upon Riz in no time, delivering a vicious combination of
martial arts kicks that put him quickly down.
Bob: Good
lord!
Jerry:
See? I told you guys McGoldrick was awesome. He’s gonna make Riz bleed
without the staff!
Cal: Even
you didn’t think he was that awesome at first.
Jerry: I
so did!
Acting
momentarily on instinct, Riz actually manages to roll away from
McGoldrick pretty quickly, and get back to his feet. He comes at
McGoldrick, and McGoldrick goes for yet another kick, but Riz catches
the leg, pulls him in roughly, and executes his trademark move, the
Rizolution.
Bob:
Rizolution! Wow! What a thunderous start from both these guys!
Jerry:
That ain’t no finisher though.
Cal:
Neither was what McGoldrick did. It was still pretty effective.
Jerry: I
guess.
Riz gets
up, leaving McGoldrick on the ground, and instantly performs a Riz
Stomp. McGoldrick grunts, but manages to push himself upright
immediately afterward. He turns and initiates a quick lockup with Riz to
prevent him from taking any sudden action. There is a brief struggle,
but Riz wins it, sending McGoldrick into the ropes with a quick
movement. McGoldrick bounces off, and Riz grabs for him, but McGoldrick
manages to duck under Riz’s arms, and successfully spear him right in
the gut. Riz falls back, landing hard on the mat.
Bob: Oh
wow! A spear! Certainly not the most conventional McGoldrick move you’re
gonna see.
Cal:
Well, part of wrestling is going on your instinct. McGoldrick had to do
something after avoiding Riz’s attack, and that was the easiest thing to
do. Barrel right into him, and throw the shoulder into it. It works.
Jerry:
Bring on the bloooood!
Bob:
Never too much of that for Jerry.
Cal: Even
though, as we’ve pointed out, this is a normal match.
Jerry:
I’d think you guys would know better. Ah well. You’ll see.
McGoldrick drops a few fists onto Riz, again not the most conventional
thing, but brought on by a need to take control, and quickly. Riz,
however, has something else in mind. As McGoldrick drops another fist,
Riz grabs his arm, and uses it to flip him over, reversing the mount.
Riz then delivers several strong punches to McGoldrick’s face before
getting up, moving to stand by McGoldrick’s feet, and stomping on both
of his legs.
Bob: Riz
with a great counter, and look at him working on the legs.
Cal: He’s
softening him up in the quickest way possible. Submission wrestling
certainly isn’t all about submissions.
Jerry:
Ha! Those stomps ain’t gonna do nothing. Riz is still gonna bleed!
McGoldrick gets back to his feet again, though now noticeably wobbling a
bit, obviously affected by Riz’s accurately placed stomps.
Bob: What
was that, Jerry?
Jerry:
He’s faking it!
McGoldrick steps toward Riz slowly, step by step, and suddenly shoots
his foot up into the air and delivers the Mac Attack. Riz falls flat,
and doesn’t immediately move.
Cal: Mac
Attack! Clear desperation move from McGoldrick there!
Bob:
Yeah, but it could’ve won him the match. He’s going for the cover.
Jerry:
See? I told ya!
Cal: Riz
isn’t bleeding.
Jerry:
Shut up!
McGoldrick drops down for the cover, and the referee makes the count.
1…
2…
Riz gets
the shoulder up. The crowd cheers wildly as Riz shoves a surprised
McGoldrick away and climbs back to his feet.
Bob: He
kicked out! Oh man, Riz has found his center!
Cal:
Looks like it. Though that Mac Attack could’ve been affected by
McGoldrick’s hurt legs.
Jerry:
I’m telling you, those stomps didn’t do anything!
Cal: Oh,
so you’d prefer, then, that we give all the credit to Riz himself?
Jerry:
Well… I… Shut up!
McGoldrick recovers from his surprise, and gets back up, still hobbling
slightly. Both men lock up again, and Riz takes control. Instead of
grappling further though, he breaks the lockup, sends a right hand into
McGoldrick’s head to stagger him, and then delivers a Heart Punch.
McGoldrick ends up on the ground once again, and Riz goes for his
finisher at last, the Figure 4 Leglock.
Bob:
There’s the Figure 4, and nobody can lock that in like Riz can.
Cal:
McGoldrick’s in some serious trouble here, what with his hurt legs and
all.
Jerry:
He’s not…
Throughout this discussion, McGoldrick had been struggling and screaming
in agony, desperately trying to reach the ropes or somehow break Riz’s
hold. Both were futile efforts, and given the pain he was already in, he
knew there was no point in continuing. And so, just as Jerry is about to
express his certainty that McGoldrick isn’t hurt, McGoldrick taps out.
The bell rings, and The Loner plays again.
Tim
Marshal: Here is your winner, Riz!
The crowd
roars its approval as Riz breaks the hold, and gets to his feet, leaving
McGoldrick lying on the mat.
Bob: And
there it is! Riz takes it!
Jerry:
But… But McGoldrick… Ya know what? I was right to hate on you earlier.
You suck, McGoldrick! You suck!
Cal: Ah,
that’s our Jerry for ya.
Riz
smiles as he steps out of the ring, heading slowly to the back, all the
better to absorb the crowd’s cheers. McGoldrick manages to get up under
his own power, though now his wobble is more pronounced as he too heads
to the back.
Bob: A
fantastic match, and a fantastic way to close out this fantastic show.
Jerry:
You’re really set on that word, aren’t you?
Bob: It
was a fantastic show.
Cal: I
have to agree. And you do too, Jerry. There was at least some blood.
Jerry:
Well yeah, but… OH alright.
Bob: Riz
is gonna keep on going places. His opponents better watch themselves.
Cal:
Agreed. He’ll be after that Skyfall championship again in no time.
Bob:
Maybe. For now, though, we’ve gotta get out of here. For Cal Norton, I’m
Bob Macatire. Tune into Infected, coming up next Sunday. If you thought
tonight was good, you ain’t seen nothin yet. See ya then!
McGoldrick is just hobbling to the top of the ramp and away as our scene
fades slowly to the SWA logo, and at last to black. |
