The SWA logo spins on the screen as the electronic first notes of War by the Sick Puppies begin to play. With every beat of the bass drum, sparks shoot out from the logo, collecting on the other side of the screen. After eight measures, these have formed the Edge logo. Both begin expanding outward, distorting as they move beyond the edges of  the frame, still spinning all the while so each logo is completely visible at one time or another. Then, just as the singer shouts "Let's do this," the screen seems to explode into several pieces. These begin to fall, morphing into shots of things that have occurred on edges past, from the SWA's very beginning to the present. These shots continue to fall into frame as the guitar and drums pound through the speakers. Then, as the vocals begin, we cut to the arena where pyros are exploding, and the edge banner is flying high. The lights shine brightly down upon the arena, making everything, including the crowd, seem to glow slightly. We pan over them as they wave their arms and their signs, and as they cheer for the spectacle they know they are about to behold. At last, we pan over to Bob Macatire and Cal Norton, sitting comfortably in the announce position.

Bob: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Scottrade Center. Your usual commentary team of myself and Cal Norton are in the house tonight to bring you what promises to be an interesting event.

Cal: And yes, we're aware of how often we say that, but we have this standard, you see. We want everything to be interesting every week. And for the most part, I believe we achieve that.

Bob: I agree. On this particular night, we have a lot of heavyweight action. Korgoth is set to take on new heavyweight Aya, Brad Jackson is scheduled against Calypso, another frightening sort, and McGoldrick is taking on Brian Sasso.

Cal: Wait. McGoldrick and Sasso aren't...

Bob: Sasso, arguably, is a heavyweight in terms of draw within the company.

Cal: Oh that's a cheap way out.

Bob: But it still works.

Cal: Sure it does.

Bob: Ok let's get things going.  We have one Rachel Drake taking on that flying Mexican Evan Montez to start off the night.

Cal: Yes we do indeed Bob.  A resurgent Rachel plans on moving on and rebuilding her career whilst Evan plans on creating his. 

Bob: Both have big reasons why this match is important to them so let's see which one takes that step forwards.  Will it be Rachel adding to her recent list of victories?  Or will it be an upset from Montez?

Cal: The only way to find out is by going down to ringside and Tim marshal.

( Evan Montez vs. Rachel Drake )

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

The Mexican flag drapes over the entrance area as he moves it to the side.  He comes out and strobe lights go out in green, white, and red to match the Mexican national flag.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Mexico city Mexico, weighing one hundred and ninety seven pounds, here is Evan Montez!

Cal: Evan Montez really spent time defending the match he showed last week.  People really need to learn that the SWA is bigger than any of the other wrestling companies and it is not always wise to show matches from other places.

Bob: Kind of reminds you of Jay Williams right?  When he used to parade his belts from other wrestling organizations in his promos.     

Cal: I remember that.  Well let's hope that Evan Montez is indeed focused on the here and now.

When he gets into the ring, he jumps over the ropes, stands in the middle of the ring, and salutes the flag just before it is rolled back up.

One Two Step by Ciara begins to play, and Rachel pops up from the floor, head down. As the song slowly begins to pick up, Rachel begins to sway to the beat.  Then, as the first verse begins, she raises her head and begins dancing down the ramp and toward the ring. Without missing a beat, she manages to wave and smile at the fans who cheer her.

Tim Marshal; introducing his opponent, from New York New York, weighing one hundred and ten pounds, here is Rachel!

Bob: The ever popular Rachel Drake has to be thinking of Alan right now and you have to wonder how much that will be playing on her mind?

Cal: Rachel will be thinking of Alan of course but she is a professional and she has a job to do.  I can't imagine her not giving her best.

Bob: Yes this is true and if her promos are anything to go off on then we have a very focused Rachel making her way to the ring.

She struts and dances right up to the ring, reaching it just as the chorus begins. At that point, she does a very technical slide through the ropes, not adopting the sexy pose she had before. She stands, continuing to swing her hips and step to the beat, and dances herself right into her corner.

The bell rings and Montez charges forwards.  Rachel is quick enough to spot this and counters it with an arm drag.  Montez rolls over and gets to his feet but Rachel takes him down with another quick arm drag.     

Cal: Quick start for Rachel there,  She is showing that she can match Montez's speed. 

Bob: That will be the key for her in this match.  For Montez he has to pay attention to the fact that Rachel is a counter based wrestler who works off your attacks.

Cal: You are really on the ball with things today Bob.

Bob:  thank you Cal, I try.

Montez gets to his feet and as Rachel charges with a clothesline he ducks and ends up behind her.  He jumps up and catches her on the back of the head with a standing drop kick.  Rachel falls forwards and Montez uses this moment to leap off the second rope and deliver a springboard elbow which catches Rachel on the back of the head once again.      

Bob: Two moves or so later and the momentum has shifted.

Cal:  This is going to be that kind of match I think.  Quick moves and quick momentum changes.

Bob: As for now, Evan Montez is looking for a pin fall right here.

Montez turns Rachel over and hooks the leg, looking for the pin fall.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Montez drags Rachel to her feet and hooks her head.  He attempts to fall back, looking for a DDT but Rachel delivers a knee to the gut and grabs his near leg and rolls forwards.  The result of this is a pinning predicament as Montez is forced to the ground with Rachel hooking one of Montez's legs with a lateral press incorporated as well.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: Wow nice slick counter by Rachel there and it nearly gave her the win. 

Bob: That is right Cal and the match is going exactly as we thought it would.

Cal: I love being right Bob, you know that don't you?

Bob: Everybody does Cal, but most people don't just out right say it like that.

Cal: Sorry Bob, I was channeling Jerry for a moment.

Rachel attempts a snap mare but Montez counters it with a shoulder jaw breaker.  He backs away and as Rachel gets to her feet Montez charges forwards and leaps in the air  whilst delivering a flying clothesline.  This takes Rachel crashing down to the mat.  Montez stomps away at her before she manages to roll away.        

Bob: The fans are right behind Rachel,  They came to see what she can do tonight and they plan on backing her the whole way.

Cal:  Well  If there is one thing that Rachel really thrives on it is the support from the fans and she is really getting it in the packed arena tonight.

Montez follows Rachel and this time as she gets to her feet he manages to hook her head and deliver a DDT. As Rachel rolls over onto her back Montez turns his back to her and lands on her with a standing moonsault.  He hooks the leg as the ref makes the count.            

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: Rachel with a kick out, she is not done yet, not by a long way.

Bob: No and the key for Evan Montez is to stay on the attack.  Don't do anything silly that will give Rachel that sliver of a chance she needs to pull back momentum her way.

Cal: This is it Bob, you get punished for your mistakes in the SWA. You have to eliminate them as best as you can.

Montez picks up Rachel and whips her into the corner.  He charges in after her, but her reflexes are so quick that she is able to drop to the mat and drive Montez face first into the turnbuckle  with a drop toe hold.  A trickle of blood stains Montez's mask as he rolls over, looking a little worse for ware.

Bob: And just like that Rachel rests back momentum in her favor.

Cal: Montez doesn't know where he is right now Bob.

Bob: No that was a nasty fall into the corner he took.

Cal: If I was him I would regroup, slip to the outside for a moment.

Bob: I don't think he has the presence of mind to even do that right now.

Rachel rolls Montez onto his stomach.  She then takes his left leg and bends it so that it is behind his right knee.  She then picks up his legs and puts her left arm through the hole created by Montez's crossed legs.  She then bends Montez's right leg over the bent left leg and locks her hands on the shin of the right leg.  She then squats and leans forwards to apply the pressure of the hold as Montez screams out in pain.

Bob: An inverted cloverleaf by Rachel this punishes your legs, your back and your abdomen.    

Cal: You know Montez could very easily tap right here.  The screams alone tell you how much pain he is in at the moment.

Bob: He is trying to get those ropes though.  He is not a million miles away from them, but it will take a little bit of work on his part to reach them.

Rachel continues to apply the hold as the fans cheer her on.  Montez tries to reach the ropes and is not able to so he tries stretching and stretching. 

Cal: Wow what a match to start things off here Bob.

Bob: Yes absolutely right Cal.  This has been an exhilarating match and it is just the start, we have so much more to come tonight.

Cal: That is why the SWA is head, shoulder torso and legs above everyone else.

Bob: Well put Cal.

Montez grits his teeth and reaches out one more time.  He manages to get his finger tips to the ropes and with one final stretch he raps his hand around the bottom rope.  The ref calls for the break and Rachel does on the four.  Rachel backs away as Montez uses the ropes to get to his feet.  Rachel charges forwards but Montez turns his back falls onto the mat and kicks upwards and towards the on coming Rachel.  The over head kick connects under the chin of Rachel and she falls to the mat in a heap. 

Bob: Over head kick connects and Rachel is down.

Cal: Good ring awareness by Evan Montez there.  He is showing that he can really compete here, even though he is the underdog.     

Bob: This also buys him some time to recover from the hold that Rachel used on him earlier in the match.  On the other hand though he may want to stay on this before Rachel gets her baring's back.

Cal: I would take the second option Bob.

Montez walks over to Rachel and gets her to her feet.  He picks her up and slams her on the mat with a body slam.  He follows it up with an elbow drop to the shoulder.  Montez then brings Rachel to her feet once again and whips her into the ropes.  As she comes back off them he delivers a spinning wheel kick which lands on the temple of Rachel.  Montez then climbs to the top rope.

Bob: Montez is looking for that four fifty splash, I am sure.    

Cal: Agreed Bob and if he gets it this match will be all over.

Montez leaps off but Rachel has the move scouted and rolls out of the way.  Montez crashes and burns and stays down as Rachel gets to her feet.

Cal: Ouch that is just the biggest problem with moves like that.  You miss and you are out of it.

Bob: He is not totally out of it Cal, look he is getting to his feet, though somewhat groggily.  

Montez stands up but is immediately taken down with a spear from Rachel.  She drags her opponent to his feet and attempts to hook him up for a suplex.  He blocks it and throws out a kick.  Rachel takes the leg he threw out and turns it into the rocka-bye-baby.  The ref then makes the count as the cradle is executed.

Cal: Rocka-bye-baby and this match is done.

One...

Two...

Three!

Rachel stands up as her theme begins to play and the crowd cheer.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Rachel!

Bob: What an opening match we have had and Rachel continues that winning momentum.

Cal: She sure does and Evan Montez has to try again. 

Bob: If he works hard enough he will be able to pick up his fair share of wins here.  As for now the night belongs to Rachel.

Montez stands up and makes his way to the back.  After a short while longer Rachel follows suit.

Cal: Next up we have Stephanie Frost taking on Hell cat, that should be interesting.

Bob: It will be, but we have to go to the folks that help pay for the shows but we will be right back after the break.

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

Rachel: Hi, guys. Remember SWA mobile?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He speaks much faster then, providing the finer details.

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

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

Bob: Welcome back to Edge. Up next, as we mentioned before the break, Stephanie Frost takes on Hellcat.

Cal: An unusually quiet Hellcat. NO threats of dismemberment, mutilation, or other life-threatening words were spoken by her over SWA TV airwaves.

Bob: Indeed not. And we can wonder at the reasons all we like, but I say we just get to the match. Eh, Tim?

( Stephanie Frost vs. Hell Cat )

Tim Marshal: This match is set for one fall.

The Skytron flickers to a blue background with Stephanie Frost in gleaming silver Writing as That girl by Lindsey Lohan begins to play. The lights turn blue as Stephanie frost steps out onto the stage and looks around with her hands on her hips for a fleeting moment. She then briskly walks down the ramp.

Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, From Reading Berkshire England, Here Is Stephanie Frost!

She hops onto the apron and steps into the ring over the second rope. Silver pyros go off at two of the turnbuckles as Stephanie runs her fingers through her hair. She then runs to a corner and blows a kiss to a random fan. She then stands in the corner waiting for the match to begin as the lights turn back to normal.

Bob: You know, rumor has it Stephanie Frost is still pretty upset that Hell Cat didn’t put out a promo.

Cal: Well, we all know Stephanie isn’t the type to say it’s ok.

Bob: Well, she does with a fist to the mouth.

Hell cat comes to the ring dressed in a cat suit. “Restless” by Within Temptation is playing on the p a system.

Tim Marshal: And her opponent…from the Iron Gates of Fate, weighing 180 lbs…Hell Cat!

She climbs to the top rope then dives down in to the ring landing on her feet.

Bob: She has been on a roll as of late and I don’t think Stephanie cares.

Cal: Apparently not cause here she comes!

Stephanie wastes no time as she runs at Hell Cat.  As Hell Cat turns, she is met with a forearm smash to the face.  Hell Cat drops quickly, but Stephanie keeps on the attack.  She comes off the ropes and leaps in the air, coming down with a big knee drop. 

Bob: Stephanie is in full control.

Cal: Well, as we said, she doesn’t take too kindly to being ignored.

She picks Hell Cat up and hoists her on her shoulders.  She runs forward and lands a huge shoulder breaker.  She walks over to the corner and ascends.  With no time wasted, she leaps off with a huge leg drop across Hell Cat’s throat.  Hell Cat lay there, motionless.

Bob: The Icing on the Cake.  That could put her away.

Cal: Stephanie now covers…

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

The bell sounds and Stephanie stands, telling the ref to raise her hand.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner…STEPHANIE FROST!!!

Stephanie hops out of the ring as the ref checks on Hell Cat.

Bob: Chalk up another win for that young lady.

Cal: Man, she said she wants to make waves and she is doing it.

Stephanie stops and looks back with a satisfied look on her face.

Bob: This girl has a big future ahead of her.

Cal: That she does Bob.

Bob: Well, it was a quick outing indeed for Hellcat today, but we still have to take a break before our next match. Keep your television where it's at, though. Damien Stivers is about to take on one half of the Miller Brothers, Markus Miller. It's next.

The scene opens on a slowly spinning two headed silver coin. We only hear the sound of it spinning slowly. A voice starts to speak.

Voice: A coin has two sides. One is always in the light the other is in the shadow. Only that makes a coin whole!

Suddenly the song Take you down! By Egypt central starts to play and the heads on the coins turn into the friendly smile of Roger Miller on one side and the gleeful smirk of Markus on the other. The coin still spins and we see them exchange places. Then it is replaced by clips of them wrestling against different opponents as a team or alone. The end of those clips is after we saw both performing a Miller Row and then raise there hands in victory together!

There united voice shouts out.

Roger and Markus: The Miller Brothers are here!

There normal skytron banner appears. Showing them with and black panel in the background, labeled with there names and the SWA logo. Scene fades to black.

Bob: We're back, and while I hate to cut discussion short, we've got something going on in the back. Go ahead, gentlemen.

The scene opens on Roger Miller walking down a hallway passing doors and sideways. Near the end of the hallway one of the doors creaks open just a bit. Roger stops and looks part curious and part a bit uneasy at the door. A few seconds pass and only silence comes from with in the now open doorway. Suddenly a woman screams in horror.

Woman: OH GOD! HELP HELP!!! HELP!!!!

Roger's eyes widen and he runs to the door and rips it open to help the women. Stepping into the room in the process a bit in the process. The screaming stops and then a strobeing light come on and someone suddenly springs at him a chain saw raised, the person is wearing a face mask hiding their features. Roger screams and falls back crawling away form the figure till he hits the wall. Terrified he looks at the person. The person revs the Chain saw and moves towards him threateningly. Roger crumbles to his feet turning left to get away from the chainsaw wielder. The Chain saw digs into the wall inches from Roger then suddenly pulls back and silence fills the hallway as it is now empty again. Roger stumbles some more steps then stops. Heavy breathing he turns around and scans the hallway for the attacker. The hallway remains empty, not a sound just the burning smell of diesel fuel from the chain saw. Shaking and scared Roger slowly makes his way towards the door, looking around all the time. As he reaches the room he looks into it if there is some one needing help. The Room is empty except for what looks like splatters of blood on the walls and floor. Roger turns really pale and runs off, now definitely freaked out of his mind, searching for some help. The cameras then head back to ringside, where our announce team seems perplexed.

Cal: Okay then ...

Bob: Right .... Anyways, moving on we've got Roger's brother Markus in action against Damien Stivers.

Cal: There's some bad blood from these two heading back to Stivers guest reffing Markus' loss versus Behemoth recently.

Bob: Well we'll see which one of them can get bragging rights here, let's head to Tim Marshal.

( Damien Stivers vs. Markus Miller )

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

After the first verse of Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, Damien and Carine appear on the top of the ramp and make their way to the ring without paying attention to anything that is happening around them.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, Accompanied by Carine Stivers, weighing 220 pounds, Damien Stivers!

Bob: It seems Damien is going through a growth and discovery period, experiencing some self doubt.

Cal: I think that will be good for him in the long run, but the question is whether he'll have picked himself back up mentally in time to pick up the win tonight.

When Damien enters the ring, he goes to the middle of the ring and draws aside his arms to show that he is at his place before then lowering them once again.  Fireworks explode from each corner of the ring.  Then Damien takes his corner readying himself for the match.

Take you down by Egypt Central begins to play. The skytron is divided in to one half black and the other half white screen. Letters form over them white over the black and black over the white.

Every coin has two sides! Only both make it whole!

In the black back ground is shown pictures of Markus in the white of his brother Roger. Then the name Miller Brothers places it-self over them. Again in black and white. Then there are cuts of them wrestling.  Markus casually steps through the curtains. He gives the fans just a smirk of contempt as they boo him.

Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, from Salt Lake City Utah, weighing 219 pounds, Markus Miller!

Bob: Markus seemed awfully critical of Damien Stivers this week.

Cal: Indeed, let's see if he can channel that aggression into a win.

Then Markus just walks down the ramp slow and casually. Ignoring the fans and his eyes set on the ring. At the ring, Markus hoist himself up to the apron and enters between the first and second rope. Markus just goes to his corner and removes his jacket. He then throws it to security. He chuckles to him-self while he rotates his arms to warm up for the match. The bell rings and it starts out with Stivers throwing some European uppercuts, while Markus fires back with some wild punches. The brawl continues until Markus starts getting the better of the exchange, and goes to irish whip Stivers off the ropes. Stivers reverses however and sends Markus flying spine first to the canvas with a big back body drop. Markus turns around back to his feet clutching his back and walks right into a spinning heel kick by Stivers before stumbling back up and getting planted with a full nelson slam. He goes for the cover, hooking the inside leg as the count is made.

One ...

Two ...

Markus gets his left shoulder up at the two count.

Cal: That was too early to put Markus away there.

Bob: Perhaps he wanted to get this over as early as possible with the doubts that have been running through his mind.

Stivers then looks to lift Markus up for a vertical suplex, but Markus blocks it and counters by planting him with a DDT. He then plants him with a hard scoop slam and drops down into a mount position throwing punches before the ref pulls him off. Markus smirks with a giant grin on his face as the fans boo him. He goes to drop a knee across the face of Stivers, but he manages to roll out of the way. Markus grabs at his knee, and Stivers tries to capitalize, but Markus uses his free hand to deliver a thrust strike to his throat. Stivers turns his back and bends over trying to get his air back, allowing Markus to sneak up from behind and plant him with a German suplex. Markus goes for an arrogant cover, as the ref checks the shoulders.

One ...

Two ...

Stivers kicks out, and Markus looks a bit annoyed but then locks in an abdominal stretch trying to keep him grounded.

Bob: Kick out by Stivers, but this is a painful maneuver to try to escape.

Cal: Even if he gets out of it, the hold will surely have taken it's toll on him. 

Stivers writhes in pain a bit, before slowly struggling to his feet. He delivers a couple hard elbows to free himself, then an enziguiri to the stunned Markus before collapsing back to the mat himself. As they both return to their feet Stivers boots Markus in the gut and puts him into a double underhook setting up for a tiger bomb but Markus turns out of it and drops Stivers with a hard clothesline sending him crumpling to the mat. Markus cockily scoops Stivers up on his shoulders looking for the Chaos Theory, but he wiggles out and lands on his feet. Markus goes for another clothesline but Stivers ducks under and then lifts him up before planting him with the Truth Reality.

Bob: The Truth Reality, he just planted him with that brainbuster this could be it!

Cal: Brilliant observation Bob.

Bob: What was that?

Cal: Nothing, look he's making a cover.

Stivers covers, hooking both legs as the ref drops down to count.

One ...

Two ...

Three!!!

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Damien Stivers!

"Eye Of The Tiger begins to play as Damien has his hand raised by the ref and Carine enters the ring to celebrate with him.

Bob: Well that has to be great for him to get back on the winning track after the doubts he'd been experiencing.

Cal: Indeed, Markus Miller put up a fight but it wasn't enough on this night.

Bob: And things are about to get a lot bigger after the commercial break. Stay tuned for a battle of two massive men when we return.

The seen opens up inside a store, showing Mini Aldranix and Mini Thundervolt, surrounded by buckets of paint, and paint brushes.  Mini Aldranix is painting a picture of Aldranix on a blank wall, while Thundervolt is staring straight ahead.

Thundervolt:  Hello all you boys and girls! Ever think you can do the same thing with paint as you can with play dough?  Well now you can eat paint too!

Thundervolt grabs a paint can and eats some.

Thundervolt: Mmm good paint.

Aldranix: Remember it isn't drugs, so mom or dad won't be saying spit that stuff out.

Thundervolt: That is so right!

Together: Paint now safe to leave children with it, with no worries.  Also comes in flavored choices for those experimental children, paint lovers.

At the bottom of the screen are the words: Sully designed by mini D.O.D.

Fade to Black

Bob: We are back live on Friday night Edge, and it's time for a match involving a relative newcomer, and an SWA returnee. Aya is about to take on Korgoth.

Cal: That he is. It's difficult to say what my thoughts are on this one. Korgoth is certainly a force to be reckoned with, and yet he has yet to win a match here in the SWA.

Bob: Aya also needs to prove himself a bit here. so there may be no predictions from us, but this one's gonna be interesting.

Cal: Wait a second...

Bob: Yeah, I'm with ya. Folks, there's been some sort of sighting backstage. Not sure what it is, but let's check it out.

 The scene opens backstage at the Scottrade Center. We see Samantha Lavelle walking calmly down a corridor to an unknown destination. Suddenly, a door next to her bursts open, and the huge figure of Behemoth steps through, right into her path.

Bob: Oh no! It's Behemoth!

Cal: And his target is apparently Sam!

Bob: Well we saw him attack Kyra earlier this week, but that didn't go too well for him. Sam's trying to fight back too, but... Awww.

Unafraid, she reacts quickly, attempting to sweep one of his legs, and she does catch him, but the move doesn't take him down. Instead, he grabs her, flinging her away from him down the hall. He begins moving toward her, but she's already back on her feet. She leaps, launching a flying kick straight at his head. The kick connects, and Behemoth stumbles back, but grits his teeth and manages to stay on his feet. Furthermore, he manages to catch Samantha as she's coming down from the leap.

Bob: A kick to the head by Samantha, and he didn't go down!

Cal: He's a man possessed, Bob, and now he's caught her.

He holds her up for a few seconds, and the camera zooms in on his face. It is a desperate face. It is the face of someone who has nearly gone mad. The face of a man who will fight even beyond his own abilities, (and Behemoth's are already formidable), out of shear desperation, and determination to get what he wants. What Sam sees as he holds her there is unclear, but it doesn't matter for long. With a feral roar, Behemoth launches himself forward, and slams Sam down on the unforgiving floor in a running powerbomb. Her forward momentum carries her even after impact, causing her to end up several feet away from Behemoth. But he's still moving. Without hesitation, and having lost almost none of his own momentum, he delivers a running body splash, throwing all his weight atop her with incredible force. Samantha, severely impacted on both sides, and in tremendous pain, falls unconscious. Behemoth sees this at once, having a very close view of her face, and gets up. He takes a last look down at her, then turns, walking briskly away in the other direction down the hall. The camera shows us a close up view of Sam's currently unmoving body, and then we fade back to the arena.

Bob: My God.

Cal: Behemoth seems almost unstoppable now. I'm hearing that we have some EMT's on their way to Sam, and we will of course give you updates if we get them, but I've gotta wonder if he's still planning on going after Kyra, especially after what we just saw.

Bob: I hate to say it, but I imagine that he is. I don't know exactly what's going on, but I can only see the previously failed attack as a setback for him.

Cal: You're probably right. This is definitely a time when Kyra should surround herself with a lot of people.

Bob: Yeah, because one isn't doing the job against behemoth. Not even Korgoth could...

Cal: I hate to interrupt you, Bob, but speaking of Korgoth, we should probably get to the match.

Bob: You're right, of course. Alright. Well, we've pretty much said what needs to be said as an opener, so we'll go ahead and let Tim take over. Tim?

( Korgoth vs. Aya )

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

The lights go out, flames come up on either side of the stage, the music starts, lights come back on and Aya walks to the ring.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, currently residing in Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 280 pounds, Aya!

Bob: Well Aya is certainly another big man on the roster, but still not as big as Behemoth.

Cal: I know you're still thinking about that, Bob, but we should really discuss Aya's attitude this week.

Bob: Certainly. He seems to want to portray himself as some kind of toughguy, but as Korgoth was quick to point out, the way he's doing so looks kinda staged.

Cal: And Aya himself was quick to speak of Korgoth's drinking, but if Korgoth is to be believed, it is not now, nor has it ever affected his in-ring performance.

Aya steps from the bottom of the rope to the top rope, terns his head to survay the seen and then steps into the ring awaiting his opponent.

Hell and Consequences begins to play as Korgoth sweeps the curtain aside and strides confidently out from the back, moving down the ramp with casual grace. Two pyros go off on either side of him as he reaches the bottom of the ramp.

Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Ireland, weighing in at 495 pounds, Korgoth!

Bob: Man, what a comparison. Korgoth stands three inches taller, and a grand total of 215 pounds heavier than Aya.

Cal: Korgoth is certainly immense. We'll see if Aya's badass attitude holds up against him.

Bob: Well, I think Korgoth wanted to hurt him a bit more after every promo Aya shot. That's not gonna bode well for him.

He walks to the ring apron, steps up onto it and leaps the ropes in a single easy bound, 4 huge pyros going off at the ringposts as his boots hit the canvas. He flexes his massive muscles and bows to the fans, getting a pop from the crowd before retreating to his corner.

Bob: Well, the match is about to start. Two powerful wrestlers are set to go at it.

Cal: Yeah, but I can't see this being a Korgoth Behemoth situation. Korgoth's got very little in the way of body fat. Neither does Aya, but 215 more pounds of muscle is a significant strength advantage. It's funny, but though Aya is mostly a power guy, it'll be his quickness that scores a victory for him if he gets one.

Bob: That, or technical skill.

Cal: True.

The bell rings, and both men lumber to the center of the ring to lock up. Korgoth demonstrates the previously mentioned strength advantage as he overpowers the other big man, and lifts him high, holding him up in the air for a while before bringing him crashing down on his knee.

Bob: Oooo! Kinda a stalling backbreaker there from Korgoth.

Cal: And the backbreaker can be underrated at times. When delivered with that much force and power behind it, it can turn the tide of a match.

Korgoth lets go of Aya, letting him fall to the mat, then runs up against the ropes, bouncing off them before delivering a huge knee drop directly to Aya's midsection.

Bob: And now the knee drop!

Cal: Man, Korgoth can move awfully well for that size. Bob: Well, argueably Behemoth isn't the bumbling stumbling big guy some people expect him to be either, but there's something about the swiftness of Korgoth's movements.

Korgoth pulls Aya up to his feet, but Aya suddenly fights free of Korgoth's grasp, and whips him into the corner. Following him in, Aya begins delivering several kicks to Korgoth's chest, and even a few to his face, just barely managing to avoid Korgoth's guard each time. Korgoth ends up slumped in the corner, and Aya hurries to the top rope.

Bob: Oh man. Aya was on fire there for a second, and now he's trying to take Korgoth down.

Cal: I think he realizes that this is what he needs to do. He needs to act quickly. He needs to be the faster fighter, and still deliver high-impact moves.

Bob: And here he goes... Bam!

Aya leaps off the top rope, and delivers a missile dropkick that knocks Korgoth to the mat face first.

Cal: Down he goes. That was a nice shot from Aya.

Bob: Now he's just gotta capitalize on it.

Aya steps up to Korgoth's head, preparing to perform some sort of submission move, but we never get to find out just what that is. Suddenly, Korgoth surges upward from the ground, pushing himself to his feet using mostly his legs, and the hand that isn't balled into a fist. Within a second or so, he's on his feet, but his fist is still rocketing upward. With incredible strength, he slams a rising uppercut into Aya's jaw. The blow rocks Aya to his very core, and he appears to be out on his feet.

Bob: Oh my God! What an uppercut!

Cal: And just like taht, Korgoth's turned this thing back around.

Bob: It's amazing Aya didn't go down, but I think he's about to.

Korgoth lifts Aya into the air, backs up to one corner, then rushes across the ring, slamming him back first down onto the opposite turnbuckle.

Bob: And Aya gets hit with a cross powerbomb.

Cal: That cannot possibly be good on top of that backbreaker. Aya's in trouble.

Korgoth once again pulls Aya to his feet, but Aya once again counters him, this time delivering a back elbow to his face, and then turning to follow it up with a punch to the same spot. Korgoth is momentarily stunned, and Aya backs up a few paces before lowering his head, and running forward, slamming a headbutt into his gut.

Bob: Oh man! Aya's trying, but Korgoth's not falling!

Cal: No, but he's a little stunned. This could be the opportunity Aya needs.

Aya then grabs Korgoth, and attempts to lift him into the air. He succeeds in lifting him a few inches off the ground, but seems to be struggling to lift him even higher.

Bob: What's he going for here?

Cal: I think he's trying for some kind of press.

Bob: Korgoth's too heavy. At least for that. Come on, Aya.

Aya keeps trying, and Korgoth comes out of his daze. Realizing what's going on, Korgoth viciously slams both fists down onto Aya's head, causing Aya to lose his grip. Then, with a small smile on his face, Korgoth grabs Aya as soon as he's on his feet, and easily lifts him into a military press position.

Bob: Oh man, i think Korgoth's about to turn Aya's idea against him!

Cal: Yeah, and he has a special way of doing that.

Once Aya is up, Korgoth lets him slide to one side, sending him falling headfirst toward the mat, then turning and slamming a lifting knee into his face just before impact.

Bob: And there it is. He calls that move Fury, and that may have just knocked Aya out.

Cal: Korgoth sure thinks so. He's going for the cover.

Korgoth immediately pins Aya, giving him no chance to recover.

1...

2...

3!

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Korgoth!

The bell rings, and Hell and Consequences begins to play again. Korgoth gets back to his feet, the smile still on his face, and gets his hand raised by the referee.

Bob: A fantastic victory there for Korgoth. His first since his return.

Cal: And it's just what he needed. Well fought.

Bob: Well fought by both men, though I don't think Aya should've tried that last move.

Cal: Agreed. It's a mistake that probably won't be repeated, but it is worth mentioning.

Korgoth leaps back over the ropes, getting a few more cheers from the crowd before heading to the back. Aya eventually gets to his feet, and just gets out in a normal fashion, using a basic slide.

Bob: Well, we've seen a lot of things go down tonight, but it's still not over. Up next, the phenomenal wrestler known as Brad Jackson takes on another of our heavyweights, Calypso. We'll see how that turns out right after this.

The scene opens up to the sound of an Ice Cream truck rolling down the street.  The scene switches to many kids smiling and running in for money.  They all run out, money in the air, screaming to wait.  The truck stops and the kids run to the truck.

Kids: YAY! ICE CRE.

They stop and begin screaming.  They all run away and one runs to his dad, crying.

Dad: What's wrong?

The kid says nothing.  So the father, very angry, walks up to give the ice cream man a piece of his mind.  The scene switches to the view from inside the truck.  The angry man walks forwards.

Dad: Hey buddy...what the hell is...

He stops speaking as the camera swivels around slowly.  "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie starts playing as the camera finally makes its way all the way around to show Calypso The Deformed, wearing an Ice Cream Man's hat and his Michael Myers mask.  He tilts his head and stares down the man.  He then reaches out and clutches his throat as the guitar riffs kick in. 

Dad: Gah.no..HELP!

The camera goes to the side mirror and we see Allister Jenkins in the drivers seat.  He smirks as he puts some sunglasses on.

AJ: I love my job.

He kicks it into gear and they start to drive away.  A voiceover is heard.

VO: The SWA.  It's not for pansies.

The words pop on the screen as they drive off.  You hear the man yell.

Dad: Let me go!  No wait!

Calypso then just drops him as they take off. And the commercial ends.

 Bob:  We have seen some great brawls happen tonight on Friday Night Edge, but we still aren’t finished yet.  Cal, enlighten us.

Cal:  We are going to see the former SWA Xtreme Champion Brad Jackson take on Calypso the Deformed.  One thing is for sure, Jackson is going to have to use a hell of a lot technique to conquer this giant in the ring.

Bob:  Although Calypso has had a few wins in the ring, he probably can’t help but notice the ultimate success Jackson has had in the ring lately.  It’s truly awe-inspiring if you ask me.

Cal: But one must keep Jackson's Xtreme title loss in mind as well.

Bob: Yes, but that was, to be fair, outside the ring.

Cal: True.

( Jackson vs. Calypso )

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

As the power chords to "More Human Than Human" start, fire engulfs the Skytron.  It drips from the screen as Allister Jenkins walks out and receives the boos.  He looks around, as if confused as to the boos.  He then looks behind him as Calypso walks out.

Tim Marshal:  Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Allister Jenkins, from Autumn Valley, weighing in at 410 pounds, Calypso the Deformed!!!

They make their way down the ramp, Allister smirking the whole way.  Calypso is presented the ring from Allister.  He grabs the top rope and lifts his leg over it. He walks to the far corner and stands, staring down at Allister as he walks over to his corner and gives final instructions.   

Cal:  Ladies and gentlemen watching at home, this guy Calypso may look big on your television screen, but imagine standing next to him!  It is definitely not a pleasant feeling.

Bob:  No doubt, Cal, and unfortunately for Brad Jackson he has to experience this feeling first hand.

Calypso stops talking to Allister and stares at the Skytron, anticipating his opponent. 

The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly.  A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat.  A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of "Lies" by Evanescence filters through the speakers.  Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him.  He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction, a Camel cigarette burning between his lips.

Tim Marshal:  And his opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 275 pounds, Jackson!!!!!!

He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. With a twisted smile, he puts the cigarette out in the palm of his hand and then throws his head back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.  His music fades out and Jackson meets up with Calypso in the middle of the ring.  Referee Jack Briggs talks to the two men and the bell rings.

Cal:  And this match has officially started!!!

Jackson starts off the match, throwing a giant haymaker right to the face of Calypso.  Calypso simply catches his hand before it can do any damage.  He then takes the arm of Jackson, wrenches it in between his two legs, and slams him down back-first with a huge pumphandle slam. 

Bob:  Ouch!  Huge pumphandle slam by Calypso!  Jackson might have to see a chiropractor after that one!

Cal:  Calypso may be big, but he sure showed he can be fast by catching Jackson’s hand like that.

Calypso then kneels down on the ground, taking his forearm and placing it across the throat of Jackson.  He then repeatedly pushes his forearm back and forth, trying to get Jackson to submit.  However, Jackson manages to grab a hold of Calypso's leg.  Despite the grinding on his neck, Jackson manages to get up and toss Calypso on the mat, still having control of his leg.  He then grabs the other leg and applies a Boston crab.

Bob:  Boston crab out of no where!!  Will the big guy submit!

Cal:  Amazing strength shown by Jackson right there.  He somehow managed to grab the leg of Calypso and gain control. 

Bob:  Yeah, and moving one of Calypso’s legs is like moving a Redwood tree trunk around!!

Allister Jenkins yells on the outside, encouraging Calypso to get out of the submission.  Calypso screams and tries to reach the bottom rope, but he isn’t able to reach it.

Cal:  Looks like this match might be coming to an end before it has even started. 

Calypso, using every bit of strength he can muster up, pushes up with his two hands and walks over the bottom rope.  He grabs on and the ref makes Jackson break the submission.  Jackson doesn’t let Calypso get to his feet, hitting him with a few stomps and knees to the back of his leg. 

Bob:  Calypso escapes!!!  Jackson is wisely keeping Calypso on the ground as best as he can.

Cal:  Calypso seems to be pretty stubborn though, he is still about to get onto his feet!!

Calypso gets to a vertical base, but doesn’t stay up there for long.  Jackson continues his impressive offense with a huge swinging DDT, knocking Calypso out in the center of the ring.  Wasting little time, he crawls over to Calypso and hooks both of his legs for a cover.

One!

Two!!

Calypso kicks out, tossing Jackson up in the air in the process. 

Bob:  Calypso gets the shoulder up with authority!!!

Calypso shakes his head a bit, seeming to be a bit dazed and confused from the DDT he has just received.  Jackson bends down and waits for Calypso to get up again, getting a few boos from the crowd. 

Cal:  Look at Jackson, stalking his opponent like a panther stalks its prey.

Bob:  Perhaps Jackson could nail his finishing move right here when Calypso gets up.  If he hits the Something Wicked or the Darkest Hour, Jackson could very well walk out with his hand raised.

Calypso gets back onto his feet.  Jackson runs forward, going for a spear right to Calypso’s stomach.  Calypso sees this coming and lifts his foot up, nailing him with a big boot to the face.  Jackson staggers back a bit but stays on his feet.

Cal:  There’s a size 16 boot right to the kisser!  Calypso is building momentum!

Calypso then grabs Jackson by the neck in a double handed choke position.  He lifts Jackson high in the air, and eventually slams him down in the middle of the ring with a double handed chokeslam.  Calypso smiles and Allister cheers on from the outside of the ring.  Calypso pins Jackson’s shoulders to the mat for the cover.

One!

Two!!

Shoulder up by Calypso!!!!

Enraged that he didn’t successfully pin Jackson, Calypso grabs Jackson by the head and applies his finishing submission move, Her Majesty’s Pleasure!

Bob:  Her Majesty’s Pleasure!!!  That huge mandible claw is locked onto Jackson in the middle of the ring.

Before Jackson taps out, he somehow garners enough strength and rakes the eyes of Calypso, which in turn breaks the claw.  Jackson holds his jaw in pain and slowly gets to his feet.  Meanwhile, Calypso tries to regain sight. 

Cal:  Wow!!!  Huge escape by Jackson!!  That was surprising to say the least!!!

Jackson grabs a hold of Calypso, hitting him with a quick jawbreaker.  Calypso stumbles back a bit.  Jackson finally gets the big man off his feet with a huge elbow smash clothesline, slamming him down to the mat hard. 

Bob:  Timber!!!!  All four hundred pounds of Calypso crashes upon the mat!

Jackson then looks over at the top turnbuckle and jumps on after a few seconds.  With Calypso still on laid out in the middle of the ring, Jackson leaps in the air with a top rope senton bomb.  Calypso sees this coming and rolls out of the way, making Jackson crash into the canvas.  Calypso slowly gets to his feet, as does Jackson a little bit later.

Cal:  Both men are getting up, Bob.  Who do you think is going to gain the upper hand in this one?

Bob:  It’s too tough to call, Cal.  It’s anybody’s game right about now. 

Jackson and Calypso get into the middle of the ring and get into a grappler’s position.  Jackson eventually goes to Calypso’s back, grabbing him with a bearhug from behind and trying to slam him down with a German suplex.  Calypso uses his strength to leverage himself, and nails a few reverse elbows to Jackson’s head.  Jackson breaks his grip and staggers back a bit.  Out of no where, Calypso turns around and grabs Jackson into his finishing mandible claw once again.

Bob:  Her Majesty’s Pleasure again!!!  Will Jackson escape this move a second time!??

Cal:  Things aren’t looking too good for Jackson right about now!!

Jackson attempts to grab Calypso’s arm and break the hold, but he is simply not strong enough.  Pretty soon Jackson taps out to the move.  The bell rings and Calypso lets go of the claw. 

Tim Marshal:  Here is your winner by submission, Calypso the Deformed!!!!!!

Calypso rolls out of the ring and Allister pats him on the back, congratulating him on his win.

Bob:  What a match!!  Despite Jackson’s uncanny abilities in the ring, it was no match for the man known as Calypso the Deformed!

Jackson, who is still lying on the ground, coughs and eventually regains his composure.  Referee Jack Briggs goes over to him to see if he is injured.

Cal:  Well, it’s a good thing Jackson isn’t seriously injured after getting that claw applied two times in a row. 

Bob:  No doubt about that, Cal.  Up next is our most anticipated match of the evening.  Coming up we are going to see the SWA Hall of Famer and Xtreme legend known as McGoldrick face one of the most dominant wrestlers in the SWA today, our current Skyfall Champion Brian Sasso.  Be right back after a quick commercial!

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 once again, and it's time for our main event.

Cal: Brian Sasso, our fast-talking, self-assured Skyfall champion, is about to take on McGoldrick, a former Xtreme champion who just hit the hall of fame.

Bob: Though some are questioning his presence there now, given his record since his return.

Cal: I don't really question it personally. He's just gotta get his head back in the right place.

Bob: I sure hope you're right. Tim, take it away.

( Brian Sasso vs. McGoldrick )

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

The Way I Am starts playing over the PA, and Sasso emerges onto the entrance ramp.
 

Tim Marshal: Introducing first...
 

Sasso makes his way down the ramp at an average pace, not deliberately, but not in any hurry either with a smirk on his face appearing to be in his own world.
 

Tim Marshal: From Coconut Creek, Florida, standing 6 foot 4 and weighing in at 305 pounds, it's the current reigning Skyfall champion, Brian, Sasso!
 

Sasso stops and can be seen muttering something inaudible to himself under his breath before he hops up on the apron and vaults himself over the ropes. He runs to the far end of the ring and springs off the ropes before pacing in the place in the middle of the ring awaiting his opponent.


Bob: Brian obviously at the top of his game here tonight. He looks pumped up and ready for this match.

Bob: I have to agree Bob, McGoldrick's got his work cut out for him in the ring tonight.

Brian's music fades and three words appear on the Skytron: “Courage, Honor, Conquer.” “Root” by The Deftones begins to play as McGoldrick makes his way to the ring.
 

Tim Marshal: And his opponent, on his way to the ring...
 

Sporting his martial arts attire and black belt, McGoldrick poses on the stage and draws a long staff from across his back. He begins to expertly spin and twirl the weapon in wide, sweeping arcs and deft, lightning-quick strikes, to the crowd's delight.
 

Tim Marshal: From Ireland, standing 6 foot even and weighing in at 190 pounds, it's McGoldrick!
 

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, locking hostile stares with Sasso.

Bob: Sasso with the obvious height and weight advantage here.

Cal: Yes, but despite the close quarters maneuvering we've seen from Sasso in the past, McGoldrick's got the obvious speed and agility advantage here. As I said before, he's got his work cut out for him, but as well trained a martial artist as he is, he could definitely pull this off.

Bob: Indeed. This should be a good match.

The two wrestlers continue to stare each other down until the bell rings. Ref Jack Brigs steps back and the men stride confidently into the center of the ring. McGoldrick throws a quick right the second he is in range, his fist lashing out in a blur, the center knuckle crushing a pressure point on Sasso's upper chest. The champion grimaces briefly, quickly transforming it into a smirk and striking with a brutal right cross of his own. McGoldrick dodges left, straight into a left hook, having taken the feint. Using well-honed reflexes, he draws back slightly and ducks down, the punch sliding just over his head, even as Sasso lifts a knee toward McGoldrick's face. The martial artist leaps backward, finally disengaging.

Bob: McGoldrick definitely on the defensive during what could easily have been a nasty exchange for him. It looks like he's really got his head in the match though and is planning to give Sasso a run for his money.

Cal: I'm sure these two great wrestlers have plenty more in store for us tonight, Bob.

Sasso's smirk never falters, even as he suddenly lunges forward, forcing McGoldrick to step back. Sasso presses him until he has backed McGoldrick up against the ropes. Sasso suddenly shoots out a hand, his palm smacking into McGoldrick's chest and pushing him backward, letting the ropes throw him forward. McGoldrick uses the momentum leant him by the ropes to slam a vicious headbutt into Sasso's gut. The champ steps back winded, but grabs ahold of McGoldrick and, using his own forward momentum against him, manages to flip him up into the air. He spins, takes two quick steps forward and piledrives McGoldrick to the mat in the center of the ring, getting a pop from the stands.

Bob: Oo! A nasty piledriver from sasso.

Cal: But look at McGoldrick, he doesn't seem injured at all by the powerhouse of a move.

Sasso crouches down and attempts a mount position, but McGoldrick rolls away and gets neatly to his feet in one motion. He jumps on Sasso's back, throwing the champ forward on his hands. He then begins to pound his fists into the back of Sasso's head.

Bob: McGoldrick attempting to wear the bigger man down there, but he doesn't seem to be succeeding much...

Cal: Not too surprising. Sasso's taking more punishment than this in the past and ... wait a minute, it look's like McGoldrick might be in trouble here...

Sasso climbs to his feet, slightly bent forward due to McGoldrick's position on his back. McGoldrick attempts to leap clear, but Sasso suddenly reaches back and grabs McGoldrick by the neck, holding him in place. The big man then goes into a neat forward roll, crushing McGoldrick beneath his bulk.

Bob: Quick thinking by Sasso there, using his sheer bulk against the opponent.

Cal: If there's one thing to be said about Sasso, it's that he knows how to use every part of himself as a weapon, and he doesn't care how his attacks look as long as they get the job done.

Sasso comes to his feet, turns and attempts to stomp McGoldrick. McGoldrick, still showing no signs of exhaustion, rolls to the side, then snaps easily to his feet. He takes a single step forward and whips his right leg up in a long, arcing crescent kick that catches Sasso directly in the temple and staggers him against the ropes. As Sasso bounces back, McGoldrick crouches and springs up, unleashing a fierce snap kick into the center of Sasso's forehead. The man starts to fall backward, and McGoldrick lands, then springs upward again, snapping out his other leg, the ball of his foot connecting solidly with Sasso's temple in a perfectly executed butterfly kick. Sasso hits the mat hard, flat on his back and McGoldrick twists in the air, turning his fall into a neat body splash and going for the pin.

Bob: A brilliant combination of kicks by McGoldrick there! And he's going for the pin attempt...

One!

Two!

Thr, shoulder up!

Cal: Sasso with an easy shoulder up there. I think he was more surprised at the pin attempt than actually injured.

Sasso snaps his arms around McGoldrick's torso before the martial artist can roll away. He gets his feet under him and stands quickly, compressing McGoldrick's spine all the while. With a slight adjustment of his grip, he swings McGoldrick up and over, smashing him down to the mat with an easy Snap Suplex.

Bob: Nicely executed Suplex by Sasso there and, ouch!

Sasso turns with amazing agility and folds McGoldrick in the middle with a heavy stomp to the gut. McGoldrick arches back and snaps to his feet, straight into a straight right which crashes into his jaw. McGoldrick staggers back but amazingly, doesn't go down.

Bob: McGoldrick showing amazing balance here, that shot didn't even seem to stun him!

Cal: He's going for something big...

McGoldrick steps forward, then suddenly tenses his legs and springs up, flipping backwards, both feet smashing solidly into Sasso's jaw. Brian's head snaps back and his arms seem to shoot out almost instinctively, grabbing McGoldrick as he falls backward.  He hauls McGoldrick over his head as he falls, both wrestlers slamming to the mat nearly at the same time, Sasso flat on his back and McGoldrick on his face. Both seem to be stunned for the moment.

Bob: McGoldrick with another brutal kick there!

Cal: Sasso's counter appears to have put both wrestlers down on the mat. It looks like the ref will have to start a 10 ... wait a minute,

McGoldrick begins to stir, then with the lithe grace of his profession, leaps easily to his feet. He turns just as Sasso begins to move, leaps into the air and comes down with a massive leg drop across the throat.

Bob: McGoldrick really pulling out the aerials here tonight. And here's another pin attempt,

One!

Tw, shoulder up!

Cal: Sasso's up! That was a damn quick escape for having been stunned.

Bob: Perhaps he was playing possom?

Sasso manages to lock McGoldrick up in the center of the ring, grabbing him around the back of the neck to hold him in place. McGoldrick attempts to slip free, but Sasso whips an elbow up under his jaw, closing his mouth with a clack and causing his eyes to roll briefly. Sasso winds back and slams a vicious haymaker into McGoldrick's sternum, the air leaving the smaller man's lungs. He lifts McGoldrick up easily and rolls backward, smashing McGoldrick hard to the mat with a Rolling Suplex!

Bob: A Rolling Suplex by Sasso!

Cal: A man that big adding even more power to a suplex? McGoldrick's going to feel that in the morning.

Sasso turns easily onto his front, gets his legs under him and steps over McGoldrick, entering a mount position. He begins slamming fists and forearms into the face of the downed opponent.

Bob: McGoldrick in real danger of losing the match here if he doesn't think of something,

McGoldrick finally manages to squirm free, a worm of blood oozing its way down from the corner of his mouth.

Bob: McGoldrick's up! I have to give him credit here, he's really showing some endurance against the raw power of Sasso's attacks.

He gets to his feet at the same time as Sasso, shaking his head as if to clear it. He steps forward and starts to bring his leg up and around in a roundhouse. Sasso catches the leg in both hands, pulling McGoldrick from his feet and swinging him against the ropes. As McGoldrick bounces back, Sasso hits him with a vicious clothesline, hard enough to flip him backward in midair. McGoldrick lands flat on his back and Sasso immediately walks over and begins to climb the ropes.

Cal: McGoldrick's not looking so good after that. I think Sasso's looking to lock in a win here...

Sasso reaches the top rope, showing excellent balance for one of his size. He bounces slightly on the balls of his feet, the ropes springing under him. He lets the resilience of the ropes throw him up into the air, propelled by his powerful leg muscles as well. He soars forward, drawing his leg back as he does so. As he falls, he whips the leg down across McGoldrick's chest with a brutal crack.

Bob: My god! I think I heard ribs crack there!

Cal: Brian Sasso showing McGoldrick what a real aerial technique feels like. I think it's pretty safe to say he's going for a pin attempt...

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell rings, and Sasso's music begins playing once again.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Brian Sasso!

Bob: And Brian gets the win in an absolutely stunning match.

Cal: I agree. The crowd's on its feet.

The camera pans to the fans, and indeed some of them are actually standing whilst they cheer.

Bob: Say what you will about the attitudes of some of the wrestlers here, Sasso included, but the fact is that these guys know what they're doing, and the fans love that more than anything.

Cal: Oh yes. The feeling you get after watching a long, brutal match like that one is great.

Sasso's smirk appears once more as he leaves the ring, making his way to the back. McGoldrick eventually gets to his feet, looking surprisingly calm as he also exits.

Bob: Well, it's been a great show. Not everything that's happened has been great, and on those things we will do what we can to let you know of further development, but overall, the matches were good, and the fans are happy.

Cal: As always, we hope next week brings more of the same, and then some.

Bob: Absolutely. For now, I'm Bob Macatire, and he's Cal Norton. We'll see you next Friday night, right here on Edge.

We pan again to the crowd, who are still cheering and shouting, and then we fade out to the SWA logo.