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

Bob: Welcome once again to Friday Night Edge! I'm Bob Macatire, a very happy Bob Macatire, and I'm sitting next to Cal Norton.

Cal: And what, pray tell, are you so happy about?

Bob: Well, I've made an effort not to dominate show time with it, but Kristen and I are back together. I couldn't resist announcing it to the world anymore.

Cal: Ah yes, and that is fantastic to hear. Good for you, man.

Bob: Yep, I don't care what anyone says. It's what I want, and I'll fight to keep it. I will make her happy, I swear to God I will.

Cal: Wow. Down, boy.

Bob: I'm just sayin'. She deserves so much, just for what she's been through.

Cal: Well, not to take an obvious opportunity here, but there may be some real vengeance dished out against one of her abusers tonight. Our main event pits Izzy Omega against his niece, Ciara Winters, and she's very, very unhappy with him.

Bob: Yes, well needless to say I look forward to that match, and I can take a hint as well. We've also got several other matches, including Thomas Von Karstein taking on Roger Miller...

Cal: And believe me, that could go either way...

Bob: And an Anarchy title match featuring Hellcat and of course our anarchy champion, Stephanie Frost. It's gonna be a good show to be sure, and we're gonna start it off right now.

Cal: Sounds like a plan.

Bob: What an interesting start to this evenings proceedings we have.  the hall of famer Ventor who will be facing off against Emily Sasso, the sister of Brian and Matt and signed as a manager primarily.

Cal: She is pretty different to the sorts that we are used to.  She certainly is one of our more good intentioned people.  I am not sure that Mark Ventor understood that.

Bob: No I am not either but I wonder if he will approach the match in the same manner?

Cal: Only one way to find that one out, let's go down to ring side and Tim Marshal.

( Emily Sasso vs. Ventor )

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

Emily Sasso steps through the curtains as the crowd cheer.  She then makes her way down to the ring with a smile on her face.

Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, weighing one hundred and thirty pounds, here is Emily Sasso!

Bob: Here Is Emmy and she looks ready for this match. 

Cal: Not only ready Bob she looks really happy to be out here.  It is going to be interesting to see how she manages in her first match.

Emmy slaps hands with some of the fans as she makes her way down towards the ring.  When she reaches it she climbs the steps and sling shots her self into the ring.  She goes to a corner and awaits Ventor.

As he makes his way to the ring, orange pyros erupt from the stage. He begins to strut down the ramp in a flashy orange robe, with his usual grin, getting huge heat from the crowd.

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

Cal: Ventor really needs to get back on track after his defeat last week.

Bob: He has a huge chance here.  Let's face it, he is against a manager not someone who was signed as a wrestler.

Cal: Yeah and judging on how he was seeing his opponent I am not sure he totally understood what a chance this was for him to get back on track.   

He slides into the ring, raising his hands in the air, to make his arms shaped like a "V." He jumps off and stares down his opponent.

The bell rings and this match is under way.  Ventor at once attempts a big right hand.  Emmy ducks it and goes behind him.  She delivers a kick to the back.  As Ventor turns around she follows it up with another kick.  This one lands on the legs of her taller opponent.  Ventor doesn't fall though and Emmy moves in and delivers a standing drop kick.  This drops the former Anarchy champion to the mat. 

Bob: What a start by Emmy here , she really knows that to get anything she has to use her quickness and agility to get a win.

Cal: Of course she is a Sasso so she must have had some training from her brothers also.

He is not down for long though as he is able to quickly get to his feet.  Emmy charges forwards as he just gets up and attempts another drop kick.  This is blocked by Ventor, who just swats away the attack.  Emmy lands on the mat and Ventor gives her no time to recover as he drags her up by her hair.  He then hooks her head under his left arm and falls back driving Emmy head first to the mat.  Ventor sits up and turns Emmy onto her back.  He hooks the leg for the first pin attempt of the match.

Cal: DDT by Ventor and he has turned this match back around.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Bob: No a two count, Emmy is still in this and that was a strong kick out as well.

Ventor drags Emmy to her feet and whips her into the ropes.  as she springs back off he connects with a shoulder block. He then picks up Emmy and sets her up for a vertical suplex.  As he lifts her up she manages to drop behind him and as Ventor turns round he is nailed with a knife edge chop.  He retaliates with a knee but Emmy avoids it.  She then strikes Ventor with another knife edge chop.  She follows this up with an arm drag which takes him to the mat.  She then turns her back to Ventor and flips backwards, landing a standing moonsault.  Emmy hooks the leg as she goes for a pin fall.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: Only a two there but the momentum switches back and forth just like that.

Emmy quickly gets to her feet and backs away.  As Ventor gets up him-self she charges forwards and nails a spinning heel kick.  This causes Ventor to go back first into the ropes.  Emmy grabs Ventor's head and then springboards off the second rope and drives Ventor's head down with a springboard bulldog.  She once again goes for a pin fall.    

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Bob: Another quick pin attempt but it is clear that she has a good reason to do these.

Cal: Why would she be using these quick pin attempts then Bob?  It's a waste of time if you ask me.

Bob: Because Ventor has to exert energy every time he kicks out.  It is actually a smart tactic.

Cal: Put it that way Bob I have to agree.

Emmy climbs to the top rope as Ventor gets to his feet.  She leaps off but is caught in mid-air.  He then throws her over his head and Emmy lands in a heap on the floor.  He navigates to her head and locks in a guillotine headlock. 

Bob: Good submission locked in here Cal, but I wonder if Ventor thought he would have an easier time of things in this match?

Cal: You have to wonder that Bob.  I mean after all their both contrasting as it comes to experience.  Ventor is expected to win this match. 

Emmy struggles to break free of the hold but Ventor has it locked in to tightly.  Emmy doesn't stop struggling though and eventually manages to slip free of the hold.  Ventor doesn't give her a break though.  He  drags her to her feet and locks her head under his arm whilst hooking her near leg.  He links his hands and lifts her up in the air in a fisherman's suplex.  He falls backwards and keeps hold of the suplex to force a pin attempt. 

One...

Two...

Shoulder up!

Cal: She kicked out!  Wow I thought he had it right there.

Bob: She did but only just, but look at the face of Ventor, he can't believe it.

Ventor shakes his head.  It is clear he really thought he had her but she still managed to kick out.  He creates some distance between him-self and Emmy, as she gets to her feet he charges forwards.  Emmy nails him with a spinning heel kick.  This drops him due to the force of the kick.  Ventor gets to his feet but Emmy grabs his arm and springs off the second rope and executes a spring board arm drag.  With Ventor now on the mat flat on his back Emmy climbs to the top rope.

Cal: She is looking to take this aerial.  This could be the move that either makes it or breaks it for her.

Bob: As we were saying, it's what she has to do to get a win in this match, take a risk.  

She turns her back to the ring and jumps backwards and flips at the same time.  She lands a moonsalt right onto the chest of Ventor.  Emmy goes for a cover as the ref drops for the count.

One...

Two...

Three!

Cal: She did it, she did it.

Bob: What an upset, Ventor has just been beaten by Emmy.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Emily Sasso!

Emmy stands up and excepts the cheers from the crowd with a smile on her face.  Ventor climbs out of the ring and heads to the back.

Bob: A huge win for Emmy and just look at her, she is really enjoying it.

Cal: You can't blame her Bob, she just beat a hall of famer in her first match.

After a moment longer Emmy heads to the back in a cheerful and very positive mood.

Cal: A huge start to the night and there is so much still to go.

Bob: Yes, we are only just getting started.

Frontline by Pillar begins to play on the PA and walking behind the curtain is Russell Brown. Down the aisle he walks with two caskets in front of him. Pushing down two caskets is bit of a struggle but he manages.

Bob: Russell Brown is here, just like he said he would be.

Cal: He has brought the caskets with him too Bob.  This is unnerving to say the least.

Russell puts each casket side by side in front of the ring and then he gets in the ring, walks over to where Tim Marshal normally stands and takes his microphone. He then stands in the middle of the ring with his hand on his hip and a disappointing look on his face.

Russell Brown: This is not the way that I wanted to come back to the SWA but you know what folks, I'm back here in the SWA and for those that haven't been keeping entirely tuned in, I was put up to a challenge from AJ Angel. She doesn't believe that my fiancée and child are dead so folks here they are. Russell Matthew Brown and Nikki Marie King!

Bob: Russell is at a breaking point right here.

Cal: It's clear that Angel's words really stung him. 

He pauses and tears begin to slowly fall from his eyes as he stares into the caskets. 

Russell Brown: Deceased just the way AJ Angel wants to see them. Here's your proof so Angel, where the fuck are you? Not just Angel, everyone that doesn't believe that they're dead. Where are you? If you're all better than me, if you all have any balls why don't you come out and check their pulses?

Moments go by. Russell is already out of the ring and standing next to the caskets with a grim look on his face.

Russell Brown: We don't have any volunteers? Nobody? Wow. Typical. You get your proof and now you're not out here to actually see it for your own eyes. Angel you can say that you set me up, I don't really care because I'm not the one who didn't show to see a couple of dead bodies and to see a fragile man such as myself. What the fuck ever.

He drops the microphone and looks into the caskets. He gets on his knees and begins to ball his eyes out. He then looks up in the air and prays to God that he brings them back but the damage has been done. Russell just keeps on crying while touching both caskets.

Bob: Ok folks I really don't know what to say here so let's just head for a break, we will be right back.

The scene opens onto a master crafted brown coffin. A thin tall man steps into view. He looks like death itself and wears a black suit with matching necktie. He starts to wring his hands and gives the camera a sad but friendly smile.

Undertaker: We here at Grim Burials take utmost care of our charges. Every last resting place we prepare is handcrafted and arranged with utmost care and precision. You will think that your relatives are only sleeping in there coffins. Grim Burials is the best address for all aspects of a burial. Your expectations will all be fulfilled and we reward your trust with the best work in the business.

He bows to the camera. Suddenly the coffin opens and Thomas von Karstein wearing a dark Victorian suit and his vampire cloak sits up within it. He leers at the camera and nods.

Thomas: Take it from an expert on the matter. Grim Burials ist the best! Trust me!

He gives the camera a most charming smile and the address and number of Grim Burials is shown to the viewers.

The scene fades to black.

Bob: Welcome back from the break, ladies an gentlemen. As you may or may not know, the giant Korgoth is about to take on Damien Stivers.

Cal: Yep, and Stivers is apparently just the first rung on Korgoth's ladder of self-improvement. If he takes this seriously, this oughta be good.

Bob: After his debilitating loss to Sherman Witicker, I'd be very surprised if he didn't take it seriously. Let's throw it over to Tim Marshal for the specifics.

( Damien Stivers vs. Korgoth )

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

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: Introducing first, from Ireland, weighing in at 495 pounds, Korgoth!

Bob: Well, Korgoth looks pumped enough, and he stated his case to Stivers pretty clearly. What do you think, Cal?

Cal: He may indeed be ready for this kind of change, no matter what it takes.

Bob: He's got to be.

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.

Eye of the Tiger begins to play, and Damien Stivers, along with Carine, begin making their way down to the ring.

Tim Marshal: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, Damien Stivers!

Bob: Well, Damien is fairly confident, saying Korgoth needs to prove himself. That's true for the most part, but also consider this. Korgoth is over twice as heavy as Damien, so Damien may have to wrestle outside the box a bit.

Cal: Yeah, it's likely his power moves aren't going to work against korgoth.

Bob: Even if he manages one or two, it'd probably just hurt him in the end. He's just gotta be careful.

Damien and Carine reach the ring, and Carine takes up position on the apron while Damien climbs in, and moves to the center. He holds his arms out to either side, getting a bit of a pop from the crowd, then lowers them slowly as four pyros go off, one from each ring post. His music fades out, and he continues to wait right in the center of the ring.

Bob: he's not even gonna take a corner here.

Cal: Well, it's his choice, I guess. Kinda a loosely enforced rule anyway.

The bell rings, and both men step toward one another. Damien, in an attempt to shift his style to suit Korgoth's larger size, goes in after a few moments, attempting to catch Korgoth with a few body punches. In one quick movement, Korgoth's arms are at his sides, then snapping together around Damien's, halting the oncoming blows. Korgoth uses this position to pull Damien the rest of the way toward him, and delivers a staggeringly solid double knee to Damien's face, releasing him afterward and letting him fall to the mat. He then takes a step back, waiting, his face showing an unusually calm expression.

Bob: Oh man, what a move by Korgoth. Damien may be out cold already.

Cal: No, he's still moving, but you're right. You can see just by looking at him that Korgoth is intensely focused right now.

Damien gets to his feet, looking only slightly worse for ware so far, and measures the unmoving Korgoth again. Once again he comes in as quickly as he can, going seemingly for the body but this time, it's a faint. Korgoth buys it, throwing down his arms again, but Stivers reverses his own momentum, leans back out of the way, and then sends a vicious boot right to Korgoth's face. Korgoth is staggered by the attack, and Stivers moves quickly once again, going around behind the bigger man. He grabs Korgoth's arms, locks him in a full Nelson, and heaves. He does indeed manage to pick him up for just a second, but it's all he needs to pull off a fantastic Full Nelson Slam.

Bob: My God, I was wrong! He did it! He picked up Korgoth!

Cal: That was amazing. I'm not sure what prompted it, but maybe Stivers realized how difficult it would be to deviate from his normal style. Maybe he's just decided to work through it.

Bob: Would that not make things even more challenging?

Cal: I guess it depends on Damien's mindset. He could be doing this in an effort to make up for what happened against Stephanie Frost.

Stivers does indeed hold his back for a second after the move, but his face shows a determined expression. he bounces off the ropes, and lands on Korgoth with a fist drop. Korgoth absorbs this impact, however, grabs Damien, and flips him easily onto his back. He applies no submission at this point, just uses this opportunity to get to his feet. Damien gets up as well, but Korgoth is waiting now, and locks up with him in an effort to regain momentum. The giant easily out powers Stivers, and lifts him into the air, executing a spectacular tiltawhirl backbreaker. Stivers lays on the mat for several moments, and doesn't move. Seeing this, Korgoth drops down to make the cover.

Bob: Oh man! A backbreaker delivered to a back that Damien has already hurt tonight, and now Korgoth's going for the cover.

Cal: It's gut check time for Damien.

1...

2...

Damien forces his shoulder up, slightly surprising Korgoth, though he just shrugs and gets back to his feet. A few moments later, Damien follows suit. Korgoth moves quickly toward him, remarkably quickly for his size, but Damien dodges. Korgoth turns to pursue, but is hit squarely in the chest by a sudden dropkick from Damien. He is once again staggered, and Damien shoots for his legs, managing to pull them out from under him. Then, in an amazing display of technical skill, Damien locks in the sharpshooter, holding on with all he has.

Bob: My God! Reality Hurts!

Cal: Well it can sometimes, Bob, but you didn't have to shout it out like that.

Bob: That's the name of the move, Cal, and Damien's got it locked on tight.

Cal: I know, I was just making a joke, and not a very good one at that. Anyway, yes indeed, Damien has the hold locked in, and I must say this is an amazing display. Even to apply that move to a man Korgoth's size is something, but to keep it applied is something else.

Korgoth seems to growl as he attempts to struggle free of the hold, but Damien, having honed the use of this move through his own practice, training, and experience, somehow manages to keep hold of him. It is not easy, though. Even Damien is struggling, his teeth gritted, outcries of his own escaping him as his tortured back is pushed to its limit, but still he hangs on.

Bob: This is incredible. Korgoth should've escaped this by now.

Cal: Well keep in mind everything Korgoth does here is actually going to hurt him more before it helps, and he's trying to do quite a lot. Damien's just got it all scouted.

Bob: And they're right in the center of the ring. This would be an unbelievable victory if Korgoth were to...

Likely not because he was suffering too much given his endurance, but simply because he was in a position he could not seem to escape from, Korgoth finally taps out. The bell rings, and Survivor begins playing once again. Damien promptly falls away from Korgoth, and lies still for a while.

Tim Marshal: here is your winner, Damien Stivers!

Bob: He did it! He made Korgoth tap!

Cal: Impressive victory indeed. Stivers has definitely made his statement, assuming that was his intention.

Korgoth gets to his feet, but doesn't look too angry. He seems to respect Stivers's ability, as he looks down at him once, then leaves the ring, hobbling just a bit. Stivers begins making his way up, but it is a slow and painful process.

Bob: All the same, Stivers may need a little recovery time after this particular message. And we need a little break time. Up next, folks, the vampire takes on a man who happens to fear vampires. Will that fear rule Roger Miller, or will he be able to fight his way through it and score himself a victory. Find out next, right here on Friday Night Edge.

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!

Their 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: Friday Night Edge continues with Roger Miller taking on Thomas von Karstein in single’s action. Who do you think will get the upper hand here tonight, Cal??
 

Cal: Well, if I didn’t know any better I would have to say Thomas von Karstein for this one. After all, Roger has admitted he has always been afraid of horror stuff such as vampires. You can’t help but wonder if it will affect his in-ring performance.

( Thomas von Karstein vs. Roger Miller )
 

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

The lights become blood red as the Title Music of Bram Stokers Dracula begins to play. Suddenly the sound of flapping wings and shrieks of a swarm of bats overlaps the music. The same time the lights begin to flash as if they were covered with flying bats. The sound and the flashing increases until it seems completely dark.

Tim Marshal: Introducing, from a mountain range in Europa, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds…..Thomas Von Karstein!

Then in an instant the red light is back and the flapping sound is gone. In the middle of the Ring now stands Thomas von Karstein. He turns his head from one side to the other to look at the fans with a intensive but unreadable stare. Then he strides to a corner, climbs the turnbuckle and stares at the fans again. Still with this intensive cold stare. Then he bows. After that He removes his cloak and throws it to the fans seemingly utterly disinterested in it. Then he climbs down and goes to his corner, glaring at the Skytron and waiting for Roger Miller to make his presence known.
 

Bob: Look at the stone face of Thomas von Karstein. Will Roger Miller be able to break his fear here tonight?!?
 

“Take you down” by Egypt Central begins to play. The skytron is divided in a black and a 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 background is shown pictures of Markus in the white is his brother Roger. Then the name The Miller Brothers appears over them. Again in black and white. Then there are cuts of them wrestling.

Roger jumps out from behind the curtain and starts waving at the fans. He punches the air and hops around, hyping them up and they reward him with loud cheers. Markus follows his brother to the ring. Roger starts jogging down the ramp, slapping hands and cheering the fans up.

Tim Marshall: On the way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Markus Miller, from Salt lake city Utah, weighing one hundred and eighty four pounds, here is one half of the Miller brothers, Roger Miller!!!!

When Roger reaches the ring, he doesn’t enter the ring, but rather stops himself and simply stares at Thomas von Karstein with a frightened look.
 

Cal: Perhaps he’s having second thoughts about wrestling this match, Bob?
 

Bob: Could be, Cal. I guess we’ll find out soon enough…
 

After a few seconds, Roger takes a deep gulp and slides into the ring, standing next to the ring post. The bell rings to start off the match.
 

Cal: Well, guess that answers my question! Roger is facing his fears and this match is on!!!!!!!!
 

With a timid look on his face, Roger slowly approaches Thomas. Thomas takes advantage and lunges forward, hitting Roger with a spear and mounting right on top of him. Thomas continues the assault, nailing a series of punches right to the skull of Roger Miller.
 

Bob: This match has officially started here, folks! Thomas didn’t feel like waiting any longer!!!!
 

Roger attempts to squirm out of the mounted position, but Thomas readjusts and applies a headlock from the ground, keeping Roger planted on the mat. Roger tucks his chin down and makes every attempt to make the submission hold, but it is no use.
 

Cal: Thomas von Karstein has been looking very strong thus far.
 

Bob: You’re right, Cal. Roger has gotten little to no offense and Thomas continues to target Roger’s head and neck area. This could be the quickest match of the evening if Roger doesn’t do something about it.
 

Thomas continues to keep the submission tight. Out of desperation, Roger uses his flexibility and grapevines his legs around the neck of Thomas. This peels the submission off, giving Roger Miller enough time to get to his feet. Thomas stands up, throwing a right hook to Roger’s head. Roger blocks this punch, traps the arm, and gives Thomas an arm wrench. This arm wrench has so much force behind it, Thomas drops to one knee. Roger nails a roundhouse kick to the head of Thomas, knocking him to the ground. Roger then sits down and applies an armbar. Thomas wisely grabs the bottom rope and the referee forces Roger to break the hold.
 

Cal: Close one by Roger Miller!!
 

Bob: That was a beautiful armbar. If Thomas wasn’t near the bottom rope, that could of very well been a victory for Roger right there.
 

Roger quickly gets up and nails stomp after stomp on the arm of Thomas, keeping him down on the ground. After a few stomps, Roger backs up a bit and keeps his distance from Thomas.
 

Cal: Great moves directed to the right arm of Thomas von Karstein, but I still can’t help but notice he’s backing up a bit. Is he still fearful?!
 

Bob: It looks to be that way. No matter how hard he tries to fight it, the fear of Karstein is still obviously present.
 

On the outside of the ring, we can hear Markus cheering his brother on and trying to get the fans to back him up. As the fans get louder, Roger takes a deep breath, gains confidence, and approaches Thomas once again. Thomas kneels up, and once Roger approaches him, Thomas grabs Roger by the trunks and tosses him out of the ring. Thomas rolls out of the ring and lifts Roger up. Thomas nails a few jabs and crosses to the face of Roger. Roger absorbs the shots and hits a few of his own. The two men go back and forth for a while. The referee starts the out-of-ring countout.
 

One!!!
 

Two!!!
 

Three!!!
 

Four!!!
 

As the two continue to throw punch after punch, we see the headless Bread Zombie crawl up from under the ring and onto his feet. Roger and Thomas simply stop fighting and stare at each other, both with confused looks. The Bread Zombie holds a sign with some scribble on it.
 

Cal: Oh my goodness!!! It’s the headless Bread Zombie!
 

Bob: For whatever reason, he has decided to make his presence known here tonight! What does that sign even say anyway?? I can’t read zombie writing, apparently.
 

Five!!!
 

Six!!
 

The Bread Zombie passes by Thomas and Roger, who are both still staring at him. He holds his sign up, slowly walks over to the ramp, and makes his way towards the fans. He then falls over the barricade and gets greeted my many anxious SWA fans. Thomas and Roger both shrug and continue the match.
 

Bob: The SWA has had it’s fair share of funny moments, but this one has to take the cake.
 

Roger nails a knee to the stomach of Thomas, grabs him by the hair, and throws him back into the ring. Thomas quickly gets up and Roger slides into the ring. Thomas tries to take advantage and goes for a big boot, but Roger dodges the move and nails a punch to the ribs of Thomas. Roger than grabs the back of his head and cradles the leg, delivering a spinning Fisherman’s suplex in the middle of the ring. When Roger plants Thomas on the ground, they both land on their backs. The referee kneels down and goes for the cover.
 

One!!
 

Two!!!!!
 

Three!!!!!!!!!
 

Roger breaks the cradle and stands up. He jumps onto the top rope and raises his hands in the air, getting a huge pop from the crowd. The referee walks over to Tim Marshal and whispers something in his ear before Tim says anything.
 

Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Bob Thomas has just told me that both of their shoulders were on the mat during the pinfall. Therefore, this match ends with a double pinfall, and therefore is ruled a DRAW!!!!
 

Roger changes his expression and gives a look of anger. Markus and Roger begin yelling with the ref, trying to get the decision reversed. Thomas stands up and holds his back in pain.
 

Bob: I think the referee was correct in making this decision. As much as Roger hates to admit it, his shoulders were on the mat too.
 

Cal: Roger isn’t taking this too good, is he? At least he didn’t lose!!!!
 

Bob: Well, an amazing match by both competitors nonetheless. I smell a rematch in the near future to determine who really is the better man.
 

Cal: I can’t wait for our next match tonight. Our current Skyfall Champion Brian Sasso takes on the red-hot Thomas Carmichael in a non-title match. That match is next!!!
 

The scene opens and a man dressed in a long white apron and wearing a chef’s hat  walks over to an oven. He opens it and takes out a tray of scones.
 

Voice: Scones they are so good when their warm.  
 

A girl bites into a scone.   It is clear that she doesn’t like it as she spits it out. 
 

Voice: They are not as good when they are cold.
 

A little boy sneezes on a scone.
 

Voice: or when someone sneezes on them.
 

A cat runs over a scone and it now has mud on it.
 

Voice: or when a pet has walked its muddy paws over one.
 

We see a blue box with a picture of a scone on the front of it.
 

Voice: What you need is protection.
 

A man opens out a blue box which has a scone on the front and takes out a round piece of rubber.

Voice: What you need is a Scondom.
 

A woman fits a round peace of rubber over a scone.
 

Voice: Yes the Scondom fits perfectly and is perfect protection for Scones everywhere.
 

A girl bites into a scone after removing the rubber off it.  She chews on it with a dreamy smile on her face.   
 

Voice: the Scondom keeps them nice and warm.
 

A little boy sneezes on a scone but he then removes the rubber off it and eats it.
 

Voice: the Scondom protects from unwanted infections.   
 

A cat runs over a scone and it now has mud on it.  A woman walks over and takes off the rubber and eats the scone.
 

Voice: Yes the Scondom protects no matter what gets on to it.
 

A blue box with a scone on the front is shown.
 

Voice: The Scondom, always use protection.
 

Bob: And we're back live on Friday Night Edge. Up next, another Sasso steps into the ring and takes on Thomas Carmichael, a man our good buddy Cal here claims is red hot.
 

Cal: I meant in terms of wrestling.
 

Bob: But he's not undefeated or anything.
 

Cal: But he's done relatively well.
 

Bob: Relatively well is not red hot, even in wrestling terms. Relatively well is, like, lukewarm.
 

Cal: Oh fine then.
 

Bob: Anyway, the point is, he's taking on Brian Sasso right now, and his confidence seems for the most part unshaken.
 

Cal: Based on the one promo he offered us, that is.
 

Bob: Right. Tim, take it away.
 

( Thomas Carmichael vs. Brian Sasso )

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

As Black Betty plays through the speakers Thomas steps out onto the entrance ramp.
 

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Adelaide, Australia, standing 6 foot 6 and weighing 275 pounds...
 

Carmichael stares straight ahead and begins to walk down the ramp as green and gold pyro goes off behind him.
 

Tim Marshal: Thomas Carmichael!
 

Thomas slides into the ring and sits on top of the back right turnbuckle waiting for his opponent


Bob: Carmichael looks ready for just about anything out there tonight.

Cal: I tend to agree. And why shouldn't he be? He's coming off a pretty big winning streak and has definitely proven his worth around here.

Carmichael's music fades and The Way I Am starts playing over the PA. Sasso emerges onto the entrance ramp.
 

Tim Marshal: And his opponent, standing 6 foot 4 and weighing in at 305 pounds, from Coconut Creek Florida...
 

He 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: It's Brian Sasso!
 

He 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 into the middle of the ring and sizing up Carmichael.


Bob: And there he is, the current Skyfall champion. Though this is a non-title match, I think Brian looks ready to put another win under his belt.

Cal: Indeed. He certainly seems to have most of his focus back and isn't about to beat Carmichael to a pulp with a chair. I think we're in for a pretty good match here. And it looks like it's about to get under way.

Carmichael slides down off the turnbuckle into his corner as Brian walks backward into his, stopping when his back touches the ropes. He stares across the ring at Carmichael as ref Bill Graves steps back and signals for the start of the match. The bell rings and Sasso moves deliberately across the ring, meeting Carmichael in the center. Brian unleashes a powerful right, but Carmichael sidesteps and drives a knee hard into Sasso's gut, doubling him forward. He whips his arm around Sasso's head, locking in a front facelock and hooking a leg, then rolling backward in a well-executed Fisherman Suplex. Sasso hits the ground hard, but Carmichael doesn't go for the pin, he instead jumps to his feet and begins putting the boots to Sasso.

Bob: Carmichael trying to wear Sasso down quick here.

Cal: And with good reason, Sasso's got 30 pounds of power on him.

Brian rolls away from a third stomp, ignoring the pain in his ribs. He bursts upward to his feet, steps in and drapes his arms across Carmichael's shoulders, putting him in a Muay Thai clinch. He pulls down on Carmichael's head while lifting his knee upward, planting his knee in Carmichael's face and immediately releasing the clinch. Carmichael rockets back to a vertical base, sways briefly, then is felled by a thunderous forearm from Sasso, the back of his head nearly striking one of the ring posts. Blood leaks from one corner of his mouth.

Bob: What a brutal combination by Sasso there! I hope Carmichael can recover from that, or this will be a short match indeed.

Cal: That would be tough for anyone to get up from, but it looks like Carmichael's on his way back in already.

Sasso steps in and crouches, intent on grabbing Carmichael, but Carmichael rolls away and out of the ring briefly, then slides back in and catches Sasso at the shins, tripping him. Sasso hurtles forward, head first into the ringpost.

Bob: Ouch! Sasso took a dive there.

Cal: But wait a minute ... he caught himself! He didn't fall!

Sasso grabs the ropes with both hands and arrests his fall to the mat, pushing himself back up to a standing position. He shakes his head violently to clear the cobwebs as he turns, turning to face Carmichael and testing his defenses with a straight right jab. Carmichael knocks the punch aside, expecting the follow up hook, but Brian instead steps forward and grabs Carmichael, elevating him into a brutal Backbreaker as he brings him down across his knee.

Bob: That's gotta hurt. A backbreaker with the kind of power that a huge man like Sasso could put behind it might spell trouble for Carmichael later in the match.

Cal: People seem to have a thing about punishing Carmichael's back.

Bob: Well, it's definitely an effective way to deal with someone of Carmichael's fighting style, hard to lift and throw when you've got an injured back.

Cal: True that.

Carmichael rolls back to his feet and wades in, snapping his head to the right of a left jab thrown by Sasso and grabbing him around the waist, using his raw strength to lift Sasso into a huge overhead suplex. Sasso hits the mat hard and Carmichael turns, hooking a leg.

Bob: Carmichael with a pin attempt.

One!

Tw - Kickout!

Sasso kicks Carmichael's arm away and drives a forearm up into his jaw, turning his head sideways. Sasso sits up, bringing an elbow down as he does, straight into the back of Carmichael's neck. The man starts to fall forward, but Sasso explodes to his feet, grabbing Carmichael by the throat and hauling him up. Anger briefly flashes in his eyes, but he tightly controls it, winding back and delivering a massive right hand to Carmichael's face. Carmichael's nose begins gushing blood and he staggers back almost to the ropes. Sasso steps in, crouches slightly and, powering up through his legs, he drives his head forward, smashing a headbutt into Carmichael's face. Carmichael literally flips backward over the ropes, landing on the apron and nearly sliding off to the floor below. Blood is dribbling from his mouth now to compliment the fountain of crimson spurting from his nose.

Bob: Wow! Sasso's really got Carmichael busted open here. He's leaking blood like a civ.

Cal: What's even more amazing though is that he's getting up.

Carmichael, his own eyes starting to blaze, gets to his feet, the fountain of blood from his nose starting to slow a bit. He sways briefly, grimacing as he brings a hand to his face, but before the ref can even start the ten count, he steps over the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Cal: Even after that headbutt, Carmichael's still got his act together. Now you have to admit, coming off a recent concussion, that's pretty impressive.

Carmichael rushes forward and catches Brian with a massive DDT, slamming him to the mat face first. He gets up and stomps on the back of Sasso's neck once, twice, then three times, Sasso twitching with the first two and unmoving on the third. Carmichael smirks, drops down, rolls Sasso over and goes for a pin, blood dripping down onto Sasso's face and upper chest.

Bob: Carmichael with a surprise DDT!

Cal: Those stomps seem to have done some damage. Sasso isn't moving.

One!

Two!

A grin creeps across Sasso's face.

Bob: Uh oh.

Sasso moves before the three count, pulling his shoulder up easily and grabbing Carmichael by the head, sitting up into a second massive headbutt that crashes into Carmichael's face and starts his nose bleeding all over again. He rolls over so that Carmichael is lying on his back and gets in a classic mount position, but leans down and slides a hand under Carmichael's shoulder, making sure a shoulder stays up and using the extra leverage to drive his other fist down into Carmichael's face again and again, pulping his features.

Bob: What the. Oh god, he's doing it again! He's gotta stop or Carmichael's going to drown on his own blood!

Cal: Good god, there's so much blood. I think Carmichael's out, but he isn't stopping.

The ref, deciding that Carmichael is unconscious, signals for the bell and security starts to rush in to pull Sasso off. Surprisingly though, he stops, lets Carmichael's shoulder fall to the mat and stands, stepping way from the supine figure. Immediately EMT's rush into the ring and begin clearing Carmichael's airways, flipping him onto his side when he starts coughing.

Bob: Well thank God. Senior referee Bill Graves saw the damage, and knew he just had to stop this one. Cal, I think Sasso's gone a little crazy.

Tim Marshal takes the opportunity to speak, though it is a moot point by this time.

Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, this fight has been stopped due to excessive injury. Therefore your winner, Brian Sasso!

His music plays, and the crowd offers up a mixed reaction. Brian doesn't seem to mind, getting out of the ring and heading to the back fairly quickly, not bothering to watch the EMT's as they help Carmichael the rest of the way.

Cal: Either he has indeed gone crazy, or Thomas Carmichael made him really, really angry, and we just had no real idea.

Bob: Either one doesn't matter at this point. That was downright disturbing.

Cal: I agree. And we will of course provide any updates we receive, but we don't always get those in a timely manner.

Bob: There may not be any before our time is up in this case, but if there are, we'll let you know. For now, a break, followed by our Anarchy title matchup between Stephanie Frost and Hellcat. Stay tuned.

The Scene opens up to Hilary Duff sitting down in front of a black backdrop.

Hilary: many of you know me, I am Hilary Duff. Many of you do not know I am a wrestling fan. I enjoy watching it every time it is on and I must say my favorite federation is SWA. It has everything I could want in a federation. Great wrestlers with awesome talent and awesome matches. I would like to officially say I endorse SWA... as a federation. So be sure to tune in every week and watch Aggression and Edge!

Hilary duff smiles and it ends.

Bob: Welcome back from the break everyone and we have an Anarchy title match for you next.  Stephanie defends her Anarchy championship against Hell cat and this comes after Hell cat challenged Stephanie to a rematch a couple of weeks ago on Edge.  

Cal: Hell cat challenged Stephanie and Stephanie responded and put her title on the line. Now as Hell cat says she wants the title this has to be a really big chance for Hell cat.

Bob: That it is and to find out if she can take advantage let's go down to ring side and Tim Marshal.

( Stephanie Frost vs. Hell cat - Anarchy Championship Match )

Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Anarchy championship!

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 the SWA Anarchy champion, Stephanie Frost!

Cal: Stephanie her usual belligerent self had more than a few harsh words for Hell cat.

Bob: I don't think that subtlety will ever be Stephanie's forte. 

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 Hell cat as the lights turn back to normal.  

Hell cat comes to the ring dressed in a cat suit.  Restless by within temptation is playing on the p a system.

Tim Marshal: introducing the challenger, from the Iron gates of fait, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, here is Hell cat!

Cal: Hell cat showed utter dislike for Stephanie this week and I guess what we can say here is that we have two very bitter women in this match.

Bob: That we do Cal, although Stephanie has been a little more cheerful since she won the belt, I would also say a little more obnoxious too.

Cal: Maybe Hell cat can do something about that.

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

The bell rings after Hell cat's music fades and both Stephanie and Hell cat look at each other.  Stephanie mouths some expletives as both of them lock up.  Hell cat being the taller and heavier gets the leverage she needs to take control and so she whips Stephanie into the ropes.  As Stephanie bounces off Hell cat catches her with a spear.  She drags Stephanie to her feet and delivers a strong right hand.  Hell cat attempts another but Stephanie avoids it.  Hell cat charges forwards but ends up running into a kangaroo kick from Stephanie.

Bob: A quick exchange to start the match.

Cal: If it continues like this we are in for a good match I think.

Hell cat gets to her feet as does Stephanie.  Hell cat charges forwards and catches Stephanie with a hard clothesline.  She picks Stephanie up and delivers a sidewalk slam.  Hell cat then immediately goes for a pin.

Bob: quick flurry of attacks and now Hell cat is looking to cash in on her momentum.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: Just to expand on your cashing in metaphor Hell cat ended up broke there.

Bob: Very cute Cal.

Cal: Why thank you.

Hell cat grabs one of Stephanie's legs and then flips her over whilst stepping over her.  She sits back on the lower back and applies pressure with the half crab which she has locked in.  Stephanie screams out in pain as she attempts to escape the hold.  She reaches with her right hand and manages to hook the bottom rope.

Cal: Hell cat was too close to the ropes on this occasion and spotting this Stephanie is able to grab that bottom rope.

Bob: That is some good ring awareness by Stephanie there.

After Hell cat breaks the hold Stephanie pulls her-self to her feet whilst using the ropes.  Hell cat charges forwards but Stephanie spots this and drops to the  mat and catches Hell cat with a drop toe hold.  The crowd gasp as Hell cat lands throat first across the bottom rope.

Bob: That had to knock the wind out of her.  A sudden shot to the throat like that can do quite a bit of damage.

Cal: So true and you could see she was gasping for air for a moment there.  She seems ok now though.

Stephanie drags Hell cat to her feet and goes behind her. Stephanie then lifts Hell cat and takes her to the mat with a German suplex.  She then Drags Hell cat to her feet and takes her over with a snapmare.  Stephanie then locks in a cross arm lock by scissoring one of Hell cat's arms.  Hell cat screams out in pain as Stephanie hyper extends the elbow.

Bob: Nice arm scissors lock by Stephanie here .

Cal: Look at the expression on Hell cat's face.  This is  really taking it's toll on her. 

Hell cat grits her teeth and does the only thing she can think of and rolls over.  This works as it catches Stephanie off guard which causes her to break the hold.  Stephanie though still with the momentum gets to her feet and stomps away at Hell cat before the latter can get to her feet.  With Hell cat on her stomach Stephanie drops a knee on the lower back of Hell cat.  Stephanie then kicks Hell cat which causes her to roll onto her back.  Stephanie leaps onto the second rope and flips off, landing a moonsalt onto the chest of Hell cat.  She reaches over and hooks the leg as she attempts a pin.     

Bob: Springboard moonsalt by Stephanie, she may just have it here.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: No Bob Hell cat still has allot of fight in her.

Stephanie swears at the referee for counting too slowly as she gets Hell cat to her feet.  Stephanie then kicks Hell cat in the gut and leaps onto her shoulders, looking for the nightmare wheel.  Hell cat punches Stephanie in the head and then falls forwards with a diving powerbomb.

Cal: What a counter!  As Stephanie attempted that Nightmare wheel Hell cat had it scouted and powerbombs her.

Bob: This  could be it and we could be looking at a new Anarchy champion.

Hell cat indeed goes for a pin at once.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Cal: Now some resilience shown by the champion.  This is proving to be a very hotly contested match.

Hell cat punches away at Stephanie who attempts to cover up.  Eventually Stephanie is backed into the corner.  Hell cat hooks the head of Stephanie and then comes out of the corner with a swinging neck breaker.  Hell cat then drags Stephanie to her feet and whips her into the ropes.  As Stephanie bounces back off Hell cat puts her head down looking for a back body drop.  Stephanie has the move scouted though and brings a foot up which connects with her face.  Hell cat falls backwards.

Bob: What a counter by Stephanie.  Hell cat put her head down to early and paid for it.

Cal: A smart move by a dumb girl, now that's something you don't see every day.

Stephanie then climbs to the top rope and leaps off, landing a shooting star press knee drop.  She picks up the legs of hell cat and hooks her up and steps over turning Hell cat onto her stomach.  Stephanie sits back and pulls back on the cloverleaf.  Hell cat screams out in pain.

Cal: The Frost bite is locked in and Hell cat is in trouble.

Bob: She is, and it's right in the middle of the ring.

Hell cat struggles and struggles but is not able to escape so eventually she has no choice but to tap.  The bell rings and Stephanie releases the hold.  she stands up and greedily takes the belt from the referee.

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner and still SWA Anarchy champion, Stephanie Frost!

Cal: Great match and Stephanie walks out holding onto the title.

Bob: Hell cat I am sure will be back but for now she has to try to find a way to get her-self back to winning ways. 

Hell cat leaves and heads to the back with a disgruntled look on her face.  After a moment of celebrating for Stephanie who is the only one who is happy about her title retention she too heads to the back.

Bob: Well we sure will see more from those two in other competition but it's time to move on.

Cal: It sure is and the next match is huge. Absolutely huge.

Bob: It is, Ciara takes on Izzy right after the break, stay tuned, it's going to be huge.

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: Up next, our main event ... about as personal a matchup as you'll ever see. Possibly the last ever time we'll ever see Izzy Omega.

Cal: I don't think there would be many people sad if it was.

Bob: I think we all know my stance on Izzy, Tim take it away.

( Izzy Omega vs. Ciara Winters )

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

As the lights dim, the Skytron comes to life with matches Izzy has had in the past. "Valentines Day" by Marilyn Manson starts playing as Izzy slowly rises from the stage.

Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 254 pounds, Izzy Omega!

As the strobes go off behind him, he slowly makes his way down the ramp, carrying a steel chair with him as promised. As he gets closer to the ring, he looks straight ahead at the ring or opponent in it.

Bob: Izzy the martyr living up to his word, bringing that chair with him.

Cal: I sense a tiny bit of sarcasm there Bob.

Bob: Despite what he said, I still don't think he actually believes she'll do it.

As he enters, he looks around once more before taking his corner setting the chair down before waiting for his opponent.

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

Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, currently residing in Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 148 pounds, Ciara Winters!

Cal: What has to be going through this poor girl's head?

Bob: Well she said a lot of what was, I just hope she can get whatever she needs to from this match.

She then heads down the ramp and towards the ring. Once there, she slides under the bottom rope, gets to her feet and moves to her corner. There's an intense staredown as the bell rings, both wrestlers circling waiting for each other to make the first move before Ciara breaks the ice with a hard right hand to the jaw of Izzy. He shakes it off, before returning fire with a couple of hard punches of his own sending Ciara back. He goes for a third big punch, but Ciara ducks under it and drop toe holds Izzy face first into the middle turnbuckle. With him laying prone there, she backs up a few steps and getting a running start delivers a low dropkick to the back of his head sandwiching it as his face is driven further into the turnbuckle padding. Ciara then drags Izzy away from the ropes and turns him over on his back, before delivering a hard stomp to his throat. Instead of letting her foot up though, she continues pressing down, choking the air out of Izzy. Bill Graves tells her to break the hold, and starts a five count.

One ...

Two ...

Three ...

Four ....

Ciara backs off before the five count, as she's admonished by the senior official.

Cal: Ciara systematically dissecting Izzy early on. Vicious as ever in that ring.

Bob: I don't think she'd go easy on him regardless, but after all the pain he's caused she certainly isn't going to.

Going back on the offensive, Ciara looks to deliver a knee drop but the time bought for him allows Izzy to roll out of the way as her knee smacks against the canvas. She turns back up into a double armed suplex from the larger competitor which sends her flying and crashing to the mat. Izzy then drags her up by the arm, delivering a short arm clothesline before following up with an elbow drop and going for the cover. Bill Graves drops down to count.

One ...

Two ...

Ciara kicks out rather easily.

Cal: Izzy perhaps looking to wear her down with that early cover.

Bob: Nice to know he can be so strategic while serving out his punishment.

Izzy lifts his niece up over his shoulder into a powerslam position, getting a running start looking to deliver the Head Trip before Ciara squirms free and lands beside him. Izzy whirls to go for a clothesline, but Ciara ducks under and his momentum sends him onto the ring apron. Ciara goes to knock him off with a punch, but he blocks it and fires back with a huge haymaker of a punch dropping her. He climbs back into the ring and drags Ciara up looking to deliver a russian leg sweep but she spins out and drops him with a reverse DDT type move driving the back of his head into her knee, and instead of letting him hit the mat, immediately following with a neckbreaker. As he falls to the mat, Ciara delivers another knee drop, this one connecting right across his face. She goes for the cover, hooking both legs as Bill Graves checks the shoulders.

One ...

Two ...

Izzy gets a shoulder up.

Bob: Ciara's targeting the head and neck area of Izzy a lot, she knows as much as anyone how many blows to the head that man's taken in his career.

Cal: Perhaps a sign of things to come.

Ciara waits for Izzy to make his way up, measuring him in a calculated manner before going to deliver a spinning heel kick which he dodges out of the way of. Ciara, who was prepared for that possibility and didn't throw all of herself into the kick manages to land on her feet but Izzy still is able to drop her with a neckbreaker. He clutches at his head, which seems a bit shaken up after but regroups and follows up by lifting Ciara up and delivering a powerful pendulum backbreaker before dropping her to the mat. He goes for another cover, Bill Graves making the count once more.

One ...

Two ...

Ciara again kicks out.

Cal: He's not putting Ciara away with that.

Bob: Really, he's just delaying the inevitable.

Izzy gingerly climbs up the ropes leaping off to deliver the Whoopie Cushion, but Ciara rolls out of the way causing him to land hard in a seated position jarring his spine. With him staggered and hunched over as he returns to his feet, Ciara manages to boot him in the gut and deliver a stunner dropping him. Rather than covering, she waits measuring him and this time as he's halfway to his feet again delivers a spinning heel kick this one with purpose cracking him right in the jaw. With some effort due to the size difference, she drags him to the corner and props him up with his legs hooked around the ropes before getting a running start and delivering a thunderous Breaking The Ice. As her uncle crumples to the mat grasping at his crotch in pain, she covers with a disgusted look on her face.

One ...

Two ...

Three!!!

Bob: Ciara wins, I don't think any of us were going to be betting against her.

Cal: The question is what happens next.

Bob: I think we all know what happens next.

"Unbreakable" hits, but Ciara doesn't seem in the mood to have her hand raised. 

Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Ciara Winters!

She looks at her uncle writhing there as she grabs her chair from the corner and simply shakes her head as she sees him there thinking how pathetic he looks. Her expression tells the whole story, she doesn't want to do this but knows she has to, for the sake of everyone. So with one motion, the chair is sent down thundering against his skull with a sickening thud. Another concussion delivered to Izzy Omega, the last one of his career as he lays there prone. The fans aren't sure how to react as they know Ciara's justified, but still find it uncomfortable seeing a mans brains scrambled in front of them, knowing the circumstances that led to it.

Bob: This has been SWA Edge, for Cal Norton, I'm Bob Macatire, we'll see you next week. Good riddance Izzy Omega.

The last image we see is Ciara standing there, chair still in her hands as we fade to the SWA logo and then to black.