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Voice: The tournament announced by Ace for the SWA championship caused an explosion. The usual eerie background that starts most of these intros suddenly explodes, then reforms into images from the past couple weeks. Voice: Rivalries were strengthened, and returns were made. We see the Brawler’s image side by side with Korgoth’s. Voice: And the only thing left now… Tournament contestants that were defeated over the past two weeks are one by one shoved out of frame. Voice: Is the Fallout. We see the pyramid structure. Seven steel cages set on top of one another to form the environment for one of the cruelest matches the SWA has to offer. Voice: It all comes down to these eight men. Computer images of the remaining eight are placed inside the bottom four cages. Voice: Each one will step into the pyramid, but only one will emerge as the SWA Champion. We view the pyramid structure from the top, to get an idea of exactly how tall it is. Then the camera pans around it, showing off every steel bar. Suddenly the image freezes. Voice: Can you feel the Fallout? Suddenly, briefly, we see a specific image from a couple weeks ago. B Cool peering around a corner just as a blondish brown head pulls away. Then, we go back to the frozen pyramid as if nothing had happened. Finally, we fade to the arena just as Another Generation by Seventh Echo begins to play. The crowd cheers, and pyros form the word Fallout on stage. We pan around the crowd as they raise their arms and, in some cases, signs high, and then over to Bob, who still flies solo in the commentator’s position. Bob: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Fallout, the SWA’s anniversary show, coming to you live from the SWA arena in Columbus, Ohio! And what a night it’s scheduled to be. We have a last man standing cage match for the Xtreme championship, another fatal four way for the Commissioner championship, a women’s title defense, and oh boy, let’s not forget the pyramid. Eight superstars will battle it out, and the SWA championship is on the line. All in all, it’s going to be a violent and bloody night, and that’s just what the fans want to see. But for now, it’s time to kick things off with a one on one competition between Larry Fields, and Logan Alexander. Tim’s set, so let’s go. Tim? ( Logan Alexander vs. Larry Fields ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first… “Breaking The Habit” by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Tim Marshal: From Lansing, Michigan, weighing in at six foot three and two hundred and seventy three pounds…Larry Fields! Larry walks out onto the entrance stage. He folds his arms and spreads them out as pyros blast off and then begins to make his way down the entrance ramp, blowing out smoke and slapping the hands of the fans. Larry makes his way around and up the ring steps. He quickly gets in the ring and smiles as he takes his corner, awaiting his opponent. Bob: Larry Fields had a bit of a rocky start here in the SWA. We’ll see if he can turn that around tonight against Logan Alexander. Tim Marshal: And the opponent… The lights in the arena go completely dark and the intro to “Overrated” by Three Days Grace blares through the speakers. Tim Marshal: From Cape Girardeau, Missouri… The guitar solo continues to blast as the lights come back on and smoke fills the entrance area. Tim Marshal: Weighing in at six foot four and two hundred and sixty eight pounds…Logan Alexander! Soon a strobe light begins to flash by the curtain and as the verse kicks in, Logan Alexander comes walking through the curtain. He looks around the arena, the fans cheering loudly as he does. Logan walks around the stage and points to the crowd, smiling before moving back to the middle of the stage. He then leans down and stands back up, flexing and posing, the music kicks back up and the pyro shoots off behind him in gold, blue and red. Bob: Well we all know The LAX is back because he made an explosive return in a match he wasn’t even meant to be involved in. We’ll find out tonight if he can make an impact of his own in a sanctioned match he’s supposed to be in. He makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands as he does. Finally he reaches the ring steps and moves to the middle of the apron. He looks out to the crowd and then bends down and poses again as he rises back up, the music now in full blast throughout the arena. The fans go wild as Logan holds the pose for a moment and then makes his way into the ring. He moves to a turnbuckle and stands on the second rope, looking out into the crowd, pointing and pounding his chest. He repeats this for the other turnbuckles before moving to his corner. Bob: This looks like a pretty even match. Alexander only has one inch on Fields while Fields has five pounds on Alexander. I don’t think it’ll make too much difference..and there’s the bell to start the match. As Bob is speaking, Katie calls for the bell to start the match. The two men charge at each other and lock up in the middle of the ring. They struggle, each trying to overpower the other but finally Logan gets fed up and knees Larry in the gut and sends him into the ropes. As Larry comes back to him, Logan tries to go for a hip toss but Larry manages to block it. Bob: Look at the speed of Fields! It’s almost as if he had that scouted and was able to get the leg around. Larry goes on the offensive, nailing Logan with a right hand. Logan returns with a right of his own. They both exchange lefts and rights. Bob: What an exchange of lefts and rights. It really doesn’t seem like anyone is getting the upper hand here. Like I told you in the beginning these two seem rather equal. Logan ducks a punch and lands one of his own to Larry’s abdomen. The ref moves to yell at Logan and Logan then shoves fields into her! Bob: Logan Alexander in desperation, has shoved Larry Fields into Katie Williams! What’s he doing now? He slides out of the ring, figuring for sure that the bump the referee took has knocked her out cold. Logan finally stands, pulling a steel chair out from under the ring and sliding back in. Bob: Alexander has a chair! He can’t see that Katie is still conscious because Fields is in the way! Oh this could be a huge mistake! Logan swings the chair and nails Fields with it. Katie who was getting to her feet moves out of the way just in time. She glares at Logan and motions for the bell before moving to check on Larry Fields. Tim Marshal: Here’s your winner by disqualification…Larry Fields! Bob: Logan Alexander does not look happy. He should know this comes with the territory though! He took a huge risk and it just didn’t pay off. Logan moves over to Katie and pulls her up by her arm. She pulls away and glares at him and he eyes her right back. The two stand there glaring at each other for a moment before finally Katie snatches the chair, shoves him and tells him to get the hell out of the ring. Bob: Logan Alexander thinking he can intimidate an SWA official is now being told where to go. Katie throws the chair outside the ring and then turns to help Larry to his feet. Logan backs up slowly, a livid look still on his face but he departs the ring. Bob: Well I have to say that was an interesting start to the night and a mark in the win column for Larry Fields even if it was by disqualification. However, the night is about to get much more interesting as Rachel Kay takes on Jenette McGraw for the SWA Women’s Championship! There is a pause as Larry departs the ring, walking steadily under his on power. Bob: Alright, looks like we’re set for our second match of the evening. Take it away, Tim. ( Jenette McGraw vs. Rachel Drake ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SWA Women’s Championship! The lights go dim as I Can Do Better by: Avril Lavigne plays over the pa system. The tron has Jenette’s name in bold print flashing in bright blue with a picture of her. Jenette steps out as she walks down to the ring with the song still playing. As she walks to the ring she waves to the cheering crowd. When she approaches the ring she rolls under the rope and jumps to her feet in the ring as she waits for her opponent. Tim Marshal: Introducing the challenger, Jenette McGraw! Bob: We’ve heard a lot from Jenette over the past week. She wants the title. She needs the title. But I do agree with Rachel that it’s about more than that. She’s gotta back it up, and we’ll see if she can do just that. Tim Marshal: And her opponent… 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. Tim Marshal: From Brooklyn, New York, she is the SWA Women’s champion, Rachel Drake! Bob: It’s safe to say we’ve heard a lot from Rachel as well this week. She has done very well in this women’s title reign as well, and she has said she intends to continue that trend. She informed Jenette that she was going to give her all, and I believe her. Without missing a beat, she manages to wave and smile at the fans who cheer her. 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 Rachel crouches. She backs into her corner, waiting for the bigger woman to approach her. Jenette steps forward, and Rachel moves behind her, smashing her face into the turnbuckle. Bob: A strong start by the champion, and… Oh! Staggering, Jannette turns around, and Rachel slaps her across the face. Bob: What a slap by Rachel Drake. Perhaps she realizes she can’t hope to lift Jenette, and is using other tactics to compensate. Rachel signals for a tie-up anyways, and trips the bigger woman. Going up top, Rachel then jumps off, landing with a leg across Jenette’s throat, she covers. One! Two! Bob: Rachel using some diversionary tactics here to get ahead. We’ll ee if that continues to work for her. Jenette stands, lifting Rachel bodily off the ground, slamming her down in a vicious body slam, and covering. Bob: Nope. Now Jenette’s on the offensive! The cover! One! Bob: Not even close. Rachel stands up, bouncing off the ropes. The two women collide, falling limply to the mat. The reff begins that lovely ten count. One…two…three…four…five… Bob: Well after that head-on collision, I don’t know who’s in control of this match. Wait, it looks like Rachel’s going to be the first on her feet. Rachel stands, kneeing Jenette in the face, causing blood to shoot from her nose, as she falls back to the ground. Bob: Oh wow! Vicious shot to Jenette’s nose! And we have blood here! Rachel was definitely not kidding about the aggressiveness she would show during this one. Jenette stands, wiping her nose on her sleeve, and locks her arms around the smaller girl, squeezing, causing her to lean back, gasping for breath. Pushing harder, Jenette drives Rachel backward and down to the mat, falling on top of her in the process but keeping the hold locked in. Bob: And Jenette answers back with a unique hold! It looks like all the air is being driven right out of Rachel. And when you’ve got a power advantage like Jenette has, that’s an easy thing to do. As she stands, Jenette hauls the gasping woman up with her, flinging her into a corner. Picking her up, she shoves Rachel’s face into the turnbuckle, and then hoists her up, flinging her into the center of the ring. Rachel lies motionless and Jenette comes over for the cover. Bob: And Rachel’s down! Could this be it? Suddenly, Rachel springs into action, rolling up the larger woman. Bob: She played possum! What a setup! And the cover! One! Two! Kick out. Bob: And Jenette still managed to kick out! What a match! Jenette stands up, punching Rachel in the face. Rachel falls down, sweeping Jenette’s legs out from underneath her. She jumps on top, mounting punches into Jenette’s face. Bob: And a clever move by Rachel! She was going down anyway, but she had the wherewithal to take Jenette with her! And now look at this assault! Shaking her head from side to side trying to lessen the strength of Rachel’s punches, Jenette rolls over, reversing the maneuver, punching Rachel repeatedly. Bob: And there’s the counter by Jenette, and now Rachel’s the one under attack! As Rachel brings up her hands, Jenette grabs one, hauling Rachel to her feet with all her great strength. Once the groggy Rachel is standing, Jenette shoots for her legs, grabs them, and delivers a powerbomb right in the center of the ring. Following this, Jenette immediately covers. Bob: And there’s a powerbomb by Jenette! That could be all! The cover! One! Two! Th-Kick out! Bob: Jenette has the power, but Rachel won’t let her win so easily! What a display by both these women! Jenette, standing, hauls Rachel up as well, and punches her in the face. Bob: Is this it, Scattered Grits! The move is performed, and with a smile on her face, Jenette covers again. One! Two! Three! Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the new SWA Women’s champion, Jenette McGraw! Bob: She did it! Jenette McGraw has just beaten Rachel Drake for the SWA Women’s championship! What an upset! This definitely cements Jenette as a true competitor here! Jenette’s music begins to play, and she gets to her feet amidst cheers from the crowd. She is handed the title, which she takes gingerly and places immediately around her waist. Then, she turns, and waves to the fans, who continue to cheer. Bob: What a night this has been so far! Already a disqualification, and now a new Women’s champion. This show is set up to go down in history as one of the greatest of all time. Rachel pulls herself up and, seeing Jenette with the title, smiles and extends her hand. Jenette sees her, and tentatively shakes the extended hand. Rachel can be seen mouthing the word “congratulations,” but cannot be heard over the crowd. Bob: And some sportswoman like conduct by Rachel Drake. That’s good to see in this sport, as you don’t really see it that often. Jenette gives Rachel a smile, which is returned, and then turns and walks away with her title. Rachel watches her go, and then goes herself. Bob: Tonight we’ve already seen one title change hands and a new champion is about to be crowned as it is now time for the last man standing cage match for the SWA Xtreme Championship. Now this was an open challenge event and is governed by the typical anything goes extreme rules. As you can see the cage is starting to lower..and I have to say these four warriors are in for a hell of a night…and it starts right now. ( Last Man Standing Cage Match ) Tim waits patiently for the cage to reach the ground, then speaks. Tim Marshal: The following contest is a last man standing cage match and is for the SWA Xtreme Championship! We have just been informed that the rules have been changed and the referee will only count when all opponents are down and one is left standing or if every participant is down. This will not be elimination rules. Loverman by Metallica blasts from the PA. Tim Marshal: Making his way to the ring, from the seventh layer of hell… He weighs in at six feet nine inches and three hundred and ten pounds…The Satanist, Jack Sabbath! Jack Makes his way down the ramp, wheeling a cart filled with various toys. Those visible are a chain, his signature ball bat, a sledgehammer and two steel chairs. Bob: Well we just heard it from Tim, the rules have been changed and it seems like The Satanist has given up his flashy entrance in order to bring some toys to play with as promised. Jack stops just short of the entrance to the cage and looks toward the ramp as if expecting something. Sure enough three black robed figures, each pulling a coffin appear and make their way down the ramp. Bob: Jack really did bring coffins! Oh this is not very good for anyone involved. Jack wheels the cart into the cage area, leaving it off to the side of the steel steps. He pulls out the meat hook and then makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring. Standing in the center of the ring, he grips the weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white. Meanwhile the three robed figures arrange the caskets around the outside of the cage. One in front, and one on each side. Bob: And there is an ominous sight right there. The true indication that this match is going to be among the most brutal the SWA has ever had. Jack Sabbath means business and there’s no doubt in my mind that blood is going to be shed in the process of claiming this title for any of these competitors tonight. As you all know, EMT’s are standing by to ensure the safest possible environment for our superstars but I suggest you put the children to bed ladies and gentlemen. Loverman fades and is replaced by Not Going Away by Ozzy Osbourne. The lights in the arena go dark except for a single spotlight which shines red down on the entrance ramp. Tim Marshal: Making his way to the ring…from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at six foot three and two hundred and fifty five pounds…Steve Evans! As the beat picks up, the spot light begins to flicker and then as the chorus kicks in, Steve emerges at the top of the entrance ramp. He has a long white coat on with the hood resting on his head, covering his eyes. Standing in the red light, looking down at his feet, he begins to bounce back and forth. Finally he jumps up into the air in a vertical leap and as he lands, flames shoot up around him. Bob: Well here’s a man we haven’t heard from all week. We don’t even know if his head is in the game or even why he signed up. It appears to me he doesn’t want it as much as the others. His eyes narrow as he looks around the arena, moving only his head to look. Steve then faces the ring and begins to walk down the ramp. He stops at the cart and glances down at it, picking out the sledgehammer before he jumps up to the top of the ring steps from the floor and then climbs into the ring, taking off his coat and hanging it on the ring post. Jack Sabbath all this time has been watching Evans, eyes narrowed. As soon as he enters the ring, he rushes at him. Evans is just able to turn and get the sledge up in time to block the meat hook. Bob: Jack has chosen not to wait and to go after Evans now! Remember these two men faced off in a brutal match only a few weeks ago. The bell hasn’t even rang yet, there’s still two competitors that need to come to the ring and I think Evans is shocked. Evans blocks another onslaught of hacks with the meat hook but he just isn’t fast enough as Jack manages to slice him across the abdomen. Jack follows it up with a shot to the back of the head with the straight part of the meat hook. Evans goes down and blood begins to pool around his head. Bob: What a shot from Jack Sabbath! I think Evans is completely out of it. The referee looks shocked as Jack begins to drag Evans’ lifeless body towards the cage door. Bob: Now we all know you don’t win this match by escape so clearly Jack is up to something here. The referee needs to call for the bell as this match has begun! Referee Ned Lewis motions for the bell to start the match and then opens the door to the cage. Jack drags Evans outside the cage and over towards the nearest casket. Bob: Oh! So this is Jack’s strategy! Put them all in a casket and they won’t be able to get up! Jack opens the coffin and hefts Evans into it, closes it and padlocks it. Bob: A padlock! That’s not fair!...Then again, there is no rule that states otherwise, especially in this match. Jack laughs evilly but it’s cut off and soon turns into choking as Thundervolt jumps Jack from behind, wrapping a thick chain around his neck. Bob: Thundervolt just came running down the ramp and is now choking Jack Sabbath with..what is that? A tow truck chain? Jack swings around and slams Thundervolt into the cage. He then sinks to his knees, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Hell Cat comes running down the ramp, her gaze shifting between the two men. Bob: Well it seems Hell Cat doesn’t know who to attack first…Her ex love or the guy she said she was gonna go after in this match. Hell Cat nails Sabbath in the side of the head with a kick before pulling up Thundervolt and slamming him repeatedly into the cage. Bob: Well it looks like Hell Cat is making Thundervolt eat his words. And I just can’t believe this match! It didn’t even start in the cage! The referee has lost complete control here. Then again I guess there are no rules. Hell Cat grins evilly and makes her way towards the cart in the cage. She pulls out a bunch of burnt out light bulbs and rolls under the bottom rope. Leaving them on the mat, she gets to her feet and begins breaking them with her high heels until there’s a pile of broken glass, connectors, small metal wires and metal. Bob: Hell Cat making a small bed of glass and sharp objects here…what is she planning? She gets out of the ring and heads towards Thundervolt who is already starting to get to his feet. Hell Cat swings at him with her sharp metal claws but he ducks, kneeing her in the gut and slamming her into the cage. Bob: Now Thundervolt is “mashing potatoes” as he claims he was gonna do. He slams Hell Cat into the cage a few more times before moving towards the cart of goodies. He pulls out a steel chair and nails Hell Cat in the ankles with it. She screams out in pain. Bob: Thundervolt is now attempting to take out Hell Cat’s vertical base. Remember ladies and gentlemen this is a last man standing match. Don’t know if you may have forgotten in all this insanity…. Thundervolt picks up hell cat and DDT’s her into the chair. He then picks her up again and heads towards the coffin on the far side. Bob: Hell Cat is lifeless! I think Thundervolt likes Jack’s idea! He’s gonna put her in one of those coffins! He opens the coffin and puts Hell Cat in it, closing it and locking it just as Sabbath had done to Evans. You can hear her screaming, her claws grating against the wood of the coffin. Bob: This is sick..what a sick way to end a ma…watch out! Thundervolt turns only to be nailed in the face by The Satanist. Bob: Oh my..what has Jack Sabbath hit Thundervolt with? There’s blood everywhere! Jack triumphantly holds up a cheese grater before dropping down to grind it against Thundervolt’s face some more. Jack gets back to his feet and admires his work a bit before finally pulling Thundervolt to his feet. He moves towards the middle coffin and opens it. Bob: Oh God this has to be it… Thundervolt resists as Jack moves to put him in the coffin. He grabs Jack by the hair and slams him into the cage, using his momentum from the bounce off the cage to send him right into the coffin. Jack pushes against the coffin door as Thundervolt pushes down on it. Bob: Jack may be undone by his own tactic here! Look at Thundervolt! Thundervolt is screaming and pushing down with all his might on the coffin, the blood running down his face. Finally he lifts up and as Jack rises to get out of the coffin, he slams it back down right onto the man’s head. Bob: I think he’s out cold! Thundervolt shoves Jack’s legs inside the coffin and shuts it, locking it. He then moves to the ring as the referee begins the 10 count. 1… 2… 3… Bob: What a match this has been! All three of the other competitors are in coffins right now. 4…. 5… 6… Suddenly, the coffin on the far end splinters right in the center. Bob: Oh my God! Hell Cat has clawed her way out of her coffin! Finally she manages to claw a hole big enough for her to escape from and she gets out just as the referee gets to 9. Thundervolt motions for her to bring it and she makes a beeline for the ring. Bob: Thundervolt is just an animal! Blood running down his face and he still says bring it to all comers! Thundervolt allows Hell Cat to enter the ring and she launches herself at him. He sends her into the ropes and uses her own momentum to lift her up and slams her down right onto the blown out lightbulbs she crushed up earlier. He then goes to grab the other steel chair out of the cart and starts to climb to the top rope. Thundervolt holds the chair like he would his opponent when delivering a lefaver. Bob: He’s not going to…. He leaps right as Bob says to and lands himself and the chair on top of Hell Cat. Bob: Everyone is down! The ref begins the count. 1… 2… 3… Thundervolt begins to stir. Bob: This match could very well be a draw if someone doesn’t get up, bust out or do something! 4… 5… 6… Thundervolt gets to his knees and starts to pull himself up with the ropes. 7… Bob: If Thundervolt can get to his feet before this count reaches ten he could win this! 8… Finally he manages to get to an upright position. He let’s go of the ropes and staggers towards the middle of the ring. 9… 10… The ref signals for the bell. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the new SWA Xtreme champion, Thundervolt! Bob: Thundervolt has done it! The referee hands Thunder his belt as the EMT’s come rushing out to help people. He goes to raise Thunder’s arm but he pulls away and raises his title himself, letting out another scream. Bob: Well Thundervolt has definitely proven that he’s extreme tonight! He overcame all the odds and stands before you not only a bloody crimson mass but a champion. Thundervolt shrugs off the EMT workers as he heads towards the back, determined to leave of his own free will although he is still staggering a bit. Bob: What a match that was folks and stick around the night isn’t over! Up next is a fatal four way for the SWA Commissioner Championship! The cage is raised, the weapons are cleared quickly by officials, and Tim Marshal immediately begins to speak. Tim marshal: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the commissioner’s title! Tim Marshal: Making his way to the ring, Alexander Fritz! Fritz’s music begins to play, and he comes down to the ring alone, holding his own torch which he quickly puts out and lays down on the timekeeper’s table. Bob: Well, it looks like Fritz is all business tonight. That’s the way to go if he hopes to get the commissioner championship back. Red and green lights flash around the arena, and Alice Cooper’s Welcome to my Nightmare begins to play. Boomer comes out and begins walking slowly down the ramp. Tim Marshal: The opponent, Boomer! Bob: We haven’t heard a lot from Boomer of late, but anyone who’s anyone knows that he wants this title back, and maybe, just maybe, that’s enough. We’ll find out. When Boomer reaches the ring, he rolls under the ropes and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. Once there, he jeers at the crowd. Finally, he gets down, his music fades, and he looks over at Fritz, an expression of contempt on his face. Tim marshal: The opponent, Aaron Dome! The arena darkens to black. Suddenly lime green and white strobe lights circle around the arena. On the Skytron there is a countdown from 5 to 1 and after 1 there is an explosion and then smoke begins to fill the stage and "Suffocate" by Staind begins to play on the PA. Shortly after the music a figure comes running through the smoke and that figure is Aaron Dome. Dome then stops and looks around with a smile. He walks calmly down the entrance ramp by slapping hands with the fans. When he gets closer to the ring, he rolls in and climbs the turnbuckle. He raises his right arm and then does a backflip off the turnbuckle. Aaron then stands in his corner and waits for his opponent. Bob: Folks, this is technically the debut of this particular superstar, and what a debut it is. Aaron Dome was smart to take advantage of this opportunity and sign up for this match, but it’ll come down to what he brings to the table in wrestling ability. Tim Marshal: Last but not least, Larell! Pyros light up the stage and slowly burn out. Larell is standing on the stage with black sleeveless hoodie up and a smile on his face. he darts down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, rolls and then flips himself to his feet. The hood flies back, Larell raises both fists out in front of him, and throws his head back and forth to the music and then quickly snaps his arms back and screams out 'HELL YEAH' Bob: One of the most interesting characters here in the SWA, Larell has a whole lot to bring to the table. Like, another personality, for instance. If Larell goes down, do not be surprised if he pops right back up. Larell moves to his corner, and looks across at the others. Bob: And here we go. One of these men is going to become a member of upper management. The bell rings, and Fritz stands in his corner, tapping his foot calmly. Bob: Fritz staying silent here. Perhaps he’s waiting for everyone else to come to him. Larell bounces off the ropes, taking down Dome, and boomer elbow drops the both of them, slamming meat-like fists into whoever he can get a hold of. Dome wriggles free, leaving Larell to get pummeled by the bigger man. Bob: Boomer starting dominant here, what’s going to come of it? And Fritz has yet to move. What’s going to come of that? Dome bounces off the ropes, Catching the laughing Boomer full in the face with a drop kick that snaps his head back, and carry him backwards. He covers. Bob: And here’s our first cover! Dome seems to have turned the tables on Boomer, but will it be enough One! Alexander Fritz rushes in, rearing back to send a boot into Dome’s face. Bob: Nope, not today. Boomer, seeing this, roles away and gets to his feet. Larell stands also, and pulls Dome to his feet. Fritz and Boomer stare each other down, and rush immediately. Both collide, staggering into the other two combatants, and starting an all out brawl. Bob: Oh my! Look at this! All four competitors are battling it out here! Fists are flying, and it’s anybody’s match at this point! It is easy to see that Boomer, with his size and strength, is a match for the others hand to hand, and they are quickly laid out. After the battle, Boomer, once again, is standing dominant. Fritz is quick to his feet, locking boomer in the center of the ring. Executing a quick hip toss to send Boomer down, he turns to Dome, hoisting him up with his shirt, body checking him outside the ring. Bob: We’re down to three in the ring. Larell clubs Fritz in the back of the head from behind, only to get speared into the turnbuckle by Boomer, who had quickly risen to his feet. Bob: Oh wow! What a spear by Boomer! Larell may be out for a bit after that one. Fritz gets to his feet after a moment, and steps back into a corner, watching calmly. Meanwhile, Aaron Dome has made his way back into the ring. Dome runs for Fritz, and he braces himself on the ropes, slamming a foot out, catching Dome underneath the chin, knocking him out. Bob: Oh my god! Somewhat of a superkick there by Fritz, and Dome is out! Unbelievable in-ring discipline there! Boomer squares off with Larrell. Larell steps back dodging a blow from Boomer, and ducks under a clothesline. Standing up, he delivers a quick headbutt to Boomer’s face, stunning him. Larell takes advantage of the opportunity, and bounces off the ropes, hitting a bulldog on the bigger man. Bob: And now Boomer’s down! What an amazing display by Larell. But then again, I thought we might see something like that. Fritz steps back in, tying up with Larell. He Irish whips him into the ropes and clotheslines him to the ground. Dome stands again and turns towards Fritz, who meets him head on, and loses. Dome sends a right hook into Fritz’s jaw, sending him reeling, and follows it up with a straight left to Fritz’s face. Bob: Aaron Dome is laying into Fritz right now! This could be the beginning of the end! Dome continues his onslaught by sending Fritz down to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Boomer hoists Dome up from behind, tossing him out of the ring, covering Fritz. Bob: And Boomer takes advantage! The cover! One! Two! Larell interrupts the count, then steps back, deep in thought. Dome comes back in the ring, and Boomer and him repeatedly stomp on Fritz. Larell grins, and rushes both of them, like an exploding bomb. He takes Dome down, and lifts Boomer clear up, slamming him on his head. Bob: I think it’s Azell we’re seeing here! Fritz stands, only to be laid out by a full body blow by Azell. Azell turns his attention back to Boomer, and lifts him up. Holding him in his arms, he swings the semiconscious man, taking out Dome with Boomer’s booted feet. Bob: Is that considered a weapon? He just used Boomer as a battering ram! Azell then smashes Boomer into anything he can. The turnbuckle, Fritz, himself, and the ref who goes down. Bob: I think Azell is done with him, and Boomer’s not moving! Dropping the limp man back in a corner, Azell looks at dome, who dives out of the ring, rolling back in with a chair. He swings once, and takes it to Azell, who falls. His grin fading, Larell stands up as if he wasn’t just hit. He ducks Dome’s oncoming chair, and it smashes into Fritz. Bob: And Fritz gets hit with the chair instead of Azell, er, Larell, er, whoever he is right now. Larell grapples with Dome over the chair, and finally takes it, smashing it into Dome’s face. Dome goes down, and Larell moves to the nearest corner, where he begins, to all appearances, to talk to himself. The ring mics pick up one side of the conversation. Larell: You can’t be tired. You’ve got to help me. Pause Larell: You pussy, get back out here while the ref is down! Fritz starts to stir. Larell: Fine. You sleep and come back when you’re ready to take out the… Fritz leaps at Larell, and rolls him up. One! Two! Th-Kickout! Bob: Larell was caught by fritz talking to himself! Or, Azell, rather. Alexander, pulling the man up, locks in his finisher, but Larell runs outside the ring and yells: You almost got me attacked! Fritz moves over to Dome and, working through his own injuries, covers him. Meanwhile, Larell just keeps on talking. Bob: Uh, Larell… Larell: Azell? One! Larell: I was talking to you! Two! Larel: OH shit! Three! Bob: Larell’s madness caused him to lose the match! It’s over! Thanks to Larell’s distraction, Fritz was able to pin Dome, who was laid out with the chair! Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the new SWA Commissioner Champion, Alexander Fritz! Larell stomps off to the back, arguing and muttering to himself. Fritz is handed the title, and he seems happy to have it back. Bob: He did it! Alexander Fritz is commissioner once again! What a splendid performance. All these superstars did well, and all should be commended on a great match. We’ll see, however, if there is any bad blood between Fritz and the rest of these men, as Fritz once again has match making power. Dome and Boomer eventually find their feet, and shuffle off to the back as well. Bob: Well, this show just keeps getting better and better, and there’s certainly no reason to stop now. As you all most certainly are aware, it’s time for our main event. The pyramid match for the SWA championship. But first, let’s show you how this all came about. Let’s go back and show you all what brought these superstars to this point. The scene cuts away from the arena, and a montage begins. First, we see clips from the first pyramid match, including Trihorn slamming Kimo’s head into the steel, his huge slam to Russell Brown off the top of one cage, and Shredder’s standing splash on Dennis Allen into the side of a cage. Then, we see a picture of Ace, the one who set up the entire tournament. We then see Ace losing his match to Alan Drake, B Cool defeating Jakester, Korgoth dominating Larry Fields, and Brawler laying into Paul Deatheridge. We then see similar clips of the week after, as the final four participants wrestle their way into the pyramid match. Then we see the structure itself, empty in this clip. The camera moves over it, showing us in great detail all seven steel cages involved. Finally, the scene fades back into the arena, where the pyramid structure has been revealed, and the superstars have already entered the first four cages. Bob: A brutal match this certainly is, but this one is almost certainly going to be even more brutal. Though the first pyramid match was for the Xtreme championship, this match is for the biggest prize of them all. The SWA championship. And let us not forget the same rules apply, so we’ll still be having an Xtreme match here tonight. The camera pans around the structure, showing the superstars in each cage. Alan Drake stands across one cage from Kaiser, B Cool stares at Korgoth, a smile pushing at the corners of his mouth, Brawler looks calmly across at Aquiro, and James Lightening smirks at Larell. Bob: Look at the confidence oozing from some of these superstars. I would like to know, however, why our vice president is smiling right now. He’s gotta take on Korgoth. I wouldn’t say things are looking too good for him as we start this thing off. But then, he did say this week that Korgoth was one of those he wanted to test his metal against. He’s certainly going to get that chance. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the pyramid match for the SWA championship! The men in these for cages will wrestle to pinfall or submission, and the winners will move onto the next set of cages until two superstars remain in the topmost cage. Whoever wins between those two will be the SWA champion! The crowd cheers in anticipation. Bob: Very well said, Tim, and we’re just about to get underway here. Finally, the bell rings. There is a moment when nobody does anything, as if the anticipation is building in them as well. It is Alan Drake who makes the first move. He rushes forward, startling Kaiser with his speed, and clubs him with a forearm to the side of the head and causes him to topple sideways. Drake gets a smirk of his own as Kaiser falls. Larell moves next, leaping at James Lightening. Lightening raises a fist, and swats him away with ease. Bob: And the action has begun, but take a look at the other four. Everyone else seems to be taking things more carefully. All four have begun to move, but their movements are slow. They circle each other, each understanding the skill of their opponent, and waiting for the proper opening to strike. Bob: I would say that, given their strategies, it would come down to these final four, but of course that’s impossible. One person from each cage has to be eliminated, but a match between these four would definitely be huge. And there goes Korgoth! Korgoth moves in, taking long strides towards the much shorter B Cool. Korgoth swings a large fist, but B Cool reacts quickly, ducking the blow and delivering one of his own to Korgoth’s stomach. Unfortunately, this doesn’t even stagger the big man. Bob: And B Cool counters, but Korgoth is still very much on his feet! B Cool’s definitely going to have to work harder to topple this guy. Meanwhile, Larell is back on his feet, and apparently very angry. James Lightening approaches slowly, confidently, the smirk still on his face, and Larrel delivers a powerful right hand that knocks the smirk right off. Larell then proceeds to deliver a series of blows that staggers Lightening until he’s against the cage. And then, Larell keeps pounding. Bob: Woe! Look at Larell. I don’t think he liked being swatted away like that. We switch briefly to Aquiro, who has the Brawler in a difficult position. Both of Brawler’s arms have been wrenched behind his back, and are being pulled upwards in a sort of double hammerlock. Bob: Woe! When did this happen? I guess judging by what else has gone on, it happened fairly quickly. Can Brawler figure a way out of this? As it happens, Brawler can. He twists his body sideways, momentarily putting more pressure on his arms, but ultimately breaking Aquiro’s grip. Then, taking no time to recover from the pain, he brings both arms around, snags Aquiro by the waste, and delivers a powerslam that leaves Aquiro dazed. Only then does he take some time to recover. Bob: Wow! What a slam by the Brawler! The fact that he was able to pull that off when he was obviously still in pain is amazing! Great work by the Brawler! Meanwhile, Alan Drake is looming over Kaiser. This turns out to be a mistake. Seemingly out of nowhere, Kaiser pops up from the ground, and sends a double fist into Drake’s jaw. The initial force of the blow combined with Kaiser’s upward momentum are enough to actually topple Drake backward. Bob: Woe! Kaiser was playing possum! I don’t think Drake expected that vicious attack. Kaiser, perhaps a bit cockily, goes for a cover on Drake. 1… 2… Of course, Drake gets the shoulder up easily, and shoves Kaiser off of him. Bob: I don’t know what Kaiser was thinking there. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to put down Alan Drake for good. We switch back to Larell and Lightening. Larell is still pounding away at Lightening, and one may surmise that perhaps Azell has taken over and begun using the “go in swinging” philosophy. Regardless, Lightening has had enough. As Larell or Azell is winding up for another swing, Lightening delivers a violent shove that sends him way off-balance, not to mention hurtling across the cage. He slams into it back first, unable to stop himself, and falls forward. Bob: Oh man! Larell right into that cage! That had to hurt. But perhaps the damage to James Lightening has been done here. In another cage, Brawler still seems to have the upper hand on Aquiro. Having recovered from the pain inflicted on his arms, he hoists Aquiro to his feet, then into the air, and delivers a whirling side slam. However, Aquiro seems to have braced himself for the impact, as he rolls and hops up. This surprises Brawler, who is not nearly ready for the dropkick to the chest that he receives. Bob: What? How did Aquiro manage to do that! The slam by the Brawler must’ve been at least as powerful as the one before it, but Aquiro just popped right back up! You don’t see that everyday. We finally switch to B Cool and Korgoth’s cage. B Cool has chosen to go after Korgoth’s legs, and currently has them gripped in both hands, but can’t seem to bring the man down. Instead, he is dragging Korgoth around, and for the moment, Korgoth is smiling and letting him do it, as if challenging him to do better. Bob: Looks like B Cool can’t quite lift Korgoth off his feet, but at least he can move him. Still, he’s gotta think of something if he hopes to pin him here tonight. B Cool does think of something. Letting go of Korgoth’s legs and getting to his feet, he steps away from him. Korgoth looks at him, waiting for his next move. Readying himself, B Cool moves forward with all the speed he can muster, leaps high, succeeds in catching Korgoth’s head in his arm, and sends him to the canvas with a DDT. Bob: Woe! He did it! A huge DDT by B Cool, and Korgoth is down! But it’s gonna take more than that to put him away, I think. B Cool gets up, and steps back from Korgoth, moving across the cage. We then cut to Lightening and Azell, who now seem equally angry with each other, and are trading blows in the center of their cage. Moving on, we see Aquiro taking it to Brawler with a series of stomps in one corner. And lastly, Kaiser is giving Alan Drake a few stomps as well. However, this particular situation doesn’t last long, as Drake rolls away from one stomp and clambers up. Kaiser goes after him, but Drake sidesteps, and Kaiser crashes into the cage and falls backward, blood pouring from his nose. Bob: Oh man! I don’t think his nose is broken, but that was certainly a nice trip into the cage. We move back to B Cool and Korgoth. B Cool stands across the cage from the big man, who is just getting to his feet. He pulls himself up using the cage bars and, when he stands, is facing away from B Cool. This is exactly what B Cool was counting on. Suddenly, B Cool is running headlong across the cage. He then takes a page out of the Brawler’s book, and delivers a spear to Korgoth’s back with incredible force. Korgoth is driven forward, and his whole body is smashed against the cage. B Cool leaps back as quickly as he can. Korgoth’s head falls back first, his eyes rolling up. Blood seeps from a newly-created gash in his forehead as the big man finally topples backward. Shrugging, B Cool drags him by the arm away from the cage, giving him room to cover him. 1… 2… 3! The bell rings once to signify an elimination, and B Cool gets to his feet. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, Korgoth has been eliminated! Bob: Wow. And just like that, folks, the largest man in this match is gone, and B Cool moves onto the middle of this pyramid. What an upset for our Vice President! Perhaps things aren’t looking so bad for him after all. But then, that may depend on who he has to face next. With one look back at Korgoth, B Cool steps to the cage door. It is opened, Korgoth is helped out, and B Cool steps through as well, immediately turning back toward the cage and climbing it. When he reaches the two middle cages, an official on the outside motions him into one. He maneuvers himself inside, moves to the far side, and turns to face the cage doorway, which is left open for his opponent. Bob: And there you see B Cool waiting for his next challenger. We may not have to wait long to find out who that’ll be. We switch to James Lightening and Larell just long enough to see that Larell won the exchanging of blows, and has since climbed the cage. Lightening is just getting to his feet as Larell leaps, and Lightening is nailed with a missile dropkick to the head that puts him on the ground once again. Bob: Missile dropkick by Larell, and we almost missed it! What a move! The tag team champ, er, champs, have the upper hand on James Lightening right now. On the Alan Drake and Kaiser front, Kaiser’s own blood coming from his nose seems to have triggered a hidden wellspring of anger in him. Kaiser lays into Alan Drake with all he’s got. Alan does everything he can to block the onslaught of blows, but he can’t block them all. Back and back is Alan Drake forced, and at his most desperate point, he counters. Summoning up his wealth of technical skill, Drake catches first one arm, then the other, halting Kaiser. Then, thinking quickly, he lifts Kaiser up, steps forward with him, uses his strength to flip Kaiser over, and delivers a Drake Driver. Bob: Woe! Just like that, a Drake Driver! Alan Drake is definitely not kidding around. Even all the punishment he took from Kaiser wasn’t enough. The camera switches to Aquiro and Brawler, revealing that Brawler once again ahs the upper hand. After rolling out of range of Aquiro’s stomps, Brawler got to his feet, slammed Aquiro into the cage to daze him, and now lifts him up and delivers a Samoan drop, getting to his feet once again when it is done. Bob: Wow! The strength of the Brawler. Aquiro’s no small man, and yet the Brawler delivered that Samoan Drop. Fantastic. Now, we see that Lightening is back on his feet. Larell lunges, but Lightening simply lifts a foot and kicks him in the head. Remarkably, Larell doesn’t fall. He spins around a few times, then seems to regain his balance. So Lightening clotheslines him in the face, and that does the trick. Down goes Larell, and the smirk returns to Lightening’s face, despite the bruises and bumps he has acquired. Bob: It took two blows to put down Larell. Perhaps a bit of teamwork by Larell and Azell there. I don’t know. Finally, we switch back to Drake and Kaiser, and it seems Drake is not quite done with his fallen opponent. He lifts him bodily into the air, and carries him to the center of the cage. Bob: What’s Alan Drake doing here? He could pin Kaiser right here and now. Drake holds Kaiser up for a moment, looking around at the other cages, even looking up at B Cool through the bars. B Cool, in turn, glares down at him. Then, with all the force he can muster behind it, Alan Drake slings Kaiser into the side of the cage. He does not whip him into it, he throws him into it. Kaiser’s body hits the cage with a sickening clang, and before he can fall, Drake rushes over, catches him, and slams him into the cage again, and a third time. Finally, he lets him drop. Bob: Oh my God! Alan Drake has just pulverized Kaiser! That may’ve been a double message! One to Kaiser, and one to our vice president. It all depends on how Drake feels about B Cool after what B Cool said this week. Still, the implication is there. And now Drake with the cover! 1… 2… 3! The bell rings once more. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, Kaiser has been eliminated! Bob: There it is! Drake has effectively taken Kaiser out of this thing, and he will move on. Will he be taking on B Cool in this next round? Only the officials have the numbers, so let’s find out. The same process as before is repeated, with Kaiser being hauled out of the cage by EMT’s. Drake climbs to the middle, and the referee motions to the unoccupied cage rather than the one B Cool is in. Bob: Nope, not this time it seems. There’s always later though. We shall see. Drake pulls himself into the cage, and looks out, awaiting his next opponent. What he sees is what could be the start of another elimination. Lightening has dragged Larell to his feet, and to one side of the cage, and is pounding him into it with fierce blows. Larell can’t seem to escape the vicious torrent of punches to the head and face, and Lightening keeps them coming for some time. Bob: My God! Lightening’s not letting up! He’s determined to win the SWA championship! Look at what the idea of winning that title can do to a rooky like Lightening. It can push them this far, and that’s far enough to do almost anything. We switch to Brawler and Aquiro. The Brawler has Aquiro locked in a sharpshooter, and as there is no ropes, there is no hope of a ropebreak. All seems lost for Aquiro, but he keeps on fighting it. He does not counter it, but he does not give up either. Finally, Brawler relinquishes the hold, gives Aquiro a little salute, and gets to his feet, waiting for Aquiro to rise as well. Bob: Brawler kept torquing and torquing, but Aquiro just wouldn’t give up. That’s that incredible resistance to pain we’ve seen in Aquiro since the start of his career. You’ve gotta wonder what Brawler’s gonna have to do to defeat him. Wait… wait a minute! Superkick! Superkick! We have switched back to Lightening and Larell, and Lightening has just pulled Larell away from the cage, and superkicked him in his already injured head. Larell falls facedown, and Lightening turns him over for the cover. 1… 2… 3! Once again, the bell rings. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, Larell has been eliminated! Bob: Lightening wouldn’t let up, and just like that, he took him out with a superkick. Amazing aggressiveness by James Lightening. And now one of our other two winners is about to have an opponent. Larell is pulled out of the cage door as it opens, but suddenly bursts awake and begins struggling. He is let go, and leaves under his own power, seemingly arguing with himself. Lightening climbs up to the middle set of cages, and the ref points to Alan Drake. Confidently, Lightening enters the cage, and the door is closed. Bob: So James Lightening is about to go one on one with Alan Drake. Looks like our Vice President gets the longest rest time here. This may bode well for him. And not only that, we may very well get to see the BC Brothers battle it out if Brawler manages to win. We switch back to Aquiro and Brawler for now, and see that Aquiro is just getting to his feet. He does not appear unstable as he stands, and the Brawler looks a bit surprised. The two step toward each other, and Brawler initiates a lockup. Aquiro, fueled perhaps by his own pain, wins the exchange, and pays Brawler back for the earlier powerslam by performing one of his own. Bob: Wow! Aquiro came back seemingly out of nowhere! I’m surprised he can even stand after that sharpshooter, and now he just powerslammed the Brawler! We may be seeing our next SWA champion right here. We move to the middle cage containing Lightening and Drake as the two square off. Lightening looks somewhat worse off than Drake does, and Drake does not fail to notice this. Lightening, still pumped full of adrenaline, rushes forward, only to meet a big boot to his face that knocks him flat. Drake stands in the same place calmly, as if nothing had happened. Bob: Lightening’s gotta be careful now. He’s in there with a very skilled superstar in Alan Drake. Not that Larell isn’t skilled by any means, but Drake has already won some huge matches in the SWA, while Larell’s time has only just begun. We switch once again to Aquiro and Brawler. Brawler is just getting back to his feet. He looks at Aquiro, just as surprised as Bob that Aquiro is very much still in this thing. The two approach each other once more, and that’s when Brawler decides he needs to take drastic measures. He lashes out with a kick that connects with Aquiro’s gut, and doubles him over. Brawler then grabs him by the waste, and lifts him into the air. The crowd goes crazy. Bob: Could it be? Is Brawler about to nail the Destruction Slam and put Aquiro away? The answer to that question is no. Aquiro suddenly twists his body. Brawler is forced to losen his grip, and Aquiro slides back down to the floor, landing on his feet. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he whirls, ducks, scoops Brawler up by the legs, holds him there for a moment, then slingshots him headfirst into the cage. There is a loud crash as Brawler’s head hits the cage. Bob: No! No! Aquiro with a slingshot out of nowhere! Brawler’s head connected solidly with that cage! He may be done! He may be done for good! Aquiro steps forward, and covers the Brawler, who landed in a sprawled position after the impact. 1… 2… 3! The crowd cheers both for Aquiro, and because of their surprise at Brawler’s early elimination. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, the Brawler has been eliminated! Bob: I don’t believe it! If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. Former SWA champion the Brawler has just been taken out by Aquiro! It looks like this may just be Aquiro’s night! He may be about to get his hands on the SWA title for the very first time! And now, he has to ascend to that middle cage, and take on our Vice President, who has had a chance to rest that nobody else has. He may as well be completely fresh. But if Aquiro can take out the Brawler, I’d say his chances are pretty good here as well. The usual process is repeated, and Aquiro ascends to the middle cage with B Cool, who looks both excited, and a bit nervous. Aquiro looks at him calmly, perhaps feeling the excitement of facing another new opponent as B Cool is, but not showing it. Bob: Well, the middle cages are full, and one of the four people inside them is going to be our new SWA champion. You can feel the intensity building. We switch back to Lightening and Drake, and Lightening has returned to his feet. Not only that, his aggressiveness has not ebbed. He lunges again, and again Alan takes a swing at him. However, Lightening sidesteps, and while Drake is off balance, Lightening delivers a quick series of blows to his side that causes him to stumble, though not too forcefully, into the cage. Lightening hauls him off, and promptly DDT’s him to the canvas. Bob: Wow. Look at Lightening go. He may just win this match on pure aggression alone. That seems to be his game plan. Meanwhile, Aquiro and B Cool have locked eyes as each tries to figure out the first move of the other. They take one step toward each other, then two. Finally, they are within range of one another. Aquiro suddenly kicks out his leg, but B Cool hops to the side, hooking Aquiro’s leg with his own, and effectively taking Aquiro down. Bob: Our VP starts off well in his first confrontation with Aquiro, but that can all change in an instant. Back to Drake and Lightning, Drake is up once again, and has moved to one side of the cage. Bob: Hmm. Perhaps Alan Drake is doing a bit of regrouping here. Lightning strides slowly toward Alan Drake, which is why he’s not prepared when Alan Drake explodes forward suddenly, driving Lightning back with a vicious double fist to the face, followed by several more blows to the body. Bob: Look at this! Alan Drake’s showing some aggressiveness of his own! Looks like he had some left over from Kaiser. I should’ve known Alan wasn’t gonna take Lightening’s attack lying down, as it were. Amidst the blows, Alan suddenly lifts up Lightening, and nails a back body drop that leaves him crumpled against the cage. Bob: And there’s a big back body drop. Alan’s taking over here. We switch back to B Cool and Aquiro. Aquiro is back up, and he and B Cool have begun circling. Suddenly, in much the same way as he did in his match with Phoenix, Aquiro quickly sends an elbow toward B Cool’s head. B Cool can’t duck in time, and he is hit squarely in the forehead. He staggers, and his hands come up reflexively, but that doesn’t save him from the boot to the chest that puts him on the mat. Bob: And Aquiro coming back now. This is definitely about to get really good. We suddenly switch back to Draken and lightning, but almost not in time. The first thing we see is Lightning lifted off the canvas and into the air, and from out of nowhere a Drake Driver. Bob: Drake Driver! Drake Driver! That’s number two of the night! Is Alan about to score another elimination? Drake untangles himself from Lightning, and looks at him. He doesn’t move, so Drake promptly covers. 1… 2… 3! Bob: Yes, there it is! Alan Drake is going to be one of the final two competitors in this matchup! Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, James Lightning has been eliminated! Bob: Splendid work by Alan Drake. He just came out of nowhere with that second Drake Driver, and put lightning away. And because of that, he will be taking on either Aquiro or B Cool, for the SWA championship. Either way, we’re set up for a final match of epic proportions. Smiling a little, Drake gets to his feet and climbs up to the top cage as Lightning is helped out of the middle one. Once there, he moves to the back, and waits patiently for B Cool and Aquiro to finish what they’ve already started. Bob: And now Alan’s in that top cage, where he will get a little time to rest. The thing about that is, whoever wins between Aquiro and B Cool will have no time to rest. B Cool’s early long rest may not matter in the slightest when it’s all said and done. As the cameras cut back to B Cool and Aquiro, we learn that B Cool isn’t doing to well. He has risen from the brutal knockdown he suffered earlier, but has now been dragged to one corner of the cage, where Aquiro is showing no mercy, and viciously pummeling him. Bob: Wow. Look at Aquiro go. B Cool is definitely not our VP right now. He’s just another guy, and Aquiro’s showing him as much. Aquiro continues the assault, throwing jabs and hooks into B Cool’s face and torso, not letting up for an instant. B Cool’s body begins to tense, and before Aquiro notices the change, B Cool slams into him with a body block that sends him halfway across the cage. The crowd cheers as B Cool slowly steps forward, blood trickling from a couple shallow cuts on his face. He moves toward Aquiro, who locks up with him quickly in order to attempt to overpower him, but it is B Cool who wins this exchange, and he delivers a powerful spine buster that, for the moment, puts Aquiro down. Bob: And there’s a spine buster! B Cool refuses to be taken out that easily! He won’t go down without a fight! B Cool moves up to Aquiro’s head area, perhaps preparing for the Cool Clutch, but Aquiro begins getting up. B Cool notices, and decides to take another route. He stands above Aquiro’s head as he stands, putting him behind Aquiro once he’s on his feet. Then, he begins sneaking slowly toward Aquiro, looking for the elemnt of surprise. Unfortunately, it is he who gets surprised. Just as he reaches Aquiro, Aquiro whirls around, boot raised, and superkicks B Cool in the head. B Cool’s eyes widen in the instant before he goes down. Bob: Superkick! Superkick! Aquiro just took out our Vice President! Aquiro’s going on to face Alan Drake! The Cover! 1… 2… B Cool just barely gets the shoulder up. The crowd cheers. Bob: He kicked out! Amazing! Hit dead on with a superkick, and he kicked out! Win or lose, I’ve gotta give props to our VP here. Even Alan Drake, looking down on the proceedings from his higher cage, looks surprised at the kickout, but the look doesn’t last long, and B Cool certainly doesn’t see it. He gets slowly to his feet, more blood trickling from his face, and faces Aquiro, who stands rigidly a few feet away, once more. Bob: Just look at these two. Both have wrestled phenomenally, but you’ve gotta wonder how much they have left in the tank. B Cool breathes heavily as he once again approaches Aquiro. This time, the two begin exchanging blows. B Cool scores first with a right hand to Aquiro’s head, and of course Aquiro answers back with several shots of his own. This goes on for some time, and then suddenly, B Cool delivers a powerful kick to Aquiro’s gut that doubles him over. He leaps forward, catches Aquiro’s head, and performs a perfect Cool Cutter. Bob: Cool Cutter! Cool Cutter! Aquiro has taken his own share of punishment so far, will this be enough? The move having sapped even more of B Cool’s strength, he takes a moment to catch his breath before covering Aquiro. 1… 2… 3! Bob: It was enough! B Cool has defeated Aquiro! Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, Aquiro has been eliminated! Bob: It’s Cool Versus Drake! Cool Versus Drake! One of many choice matches the fans wanted to see after this week, and now they get to see it! But wait, just look at B Cool. B Cool is on his feet again, but he continues to pant heavily. Bob: He looks tired. Those shots by Aquiro were all powerful ones. I wonder if he can really last against Drake here, especially considering Drake has had some rest time. B Cool swallows hard, and it seems to help a bit. He moves to the cage door, and it is opened. Using the bars for leverage, he begins climbing up to the topmost cage, where Alan Drake stands waiting, hands at his sides. Aquiro, who is still conscious, moves to the edge of the cage and climbs down. His face is expressionless. B Cool reaches the top cage, climbs in, and the door is closed. Bob: Here we go, everyone. The cage door has been closed. This is it. One of these two is going to be our newest SWA champion. Will B Cool be able to acquire it again, or will Alan Drake acquire it for the first time? We’re about to find out. B Cool pulls himself up, still panting slightly, though he seems to be recovering now. Of course, his recovery time is over. Alan Drake moves in quickly, not intending to allow B Cool anymore rest than the time between matches. He connects with a forearm to the chest to prevent B Cool from entirely getting his breath back, and then easily takes him down with a leg sweep. Bob: Oh no. Drake’s testing him, and it’s working. B Cool doesn’t have the strength he had in the beginning. I guess even dragging around someone as big as Korgoth can tax you. Alan Drake delivers a few stomps to B Cool’s chest, crushing more air from him, but still B Cool manages to get up. Bob: He’s still in this thing, but for how much longer, I don’t know. As soon as B Cool is on his feet, Drake begins assaulting him, much like Aquiro did, with blow after blow. He delivers blows to the chest, as well as accurately-placed blows to B Cool’s already cut face. B Cool cries out after a couple of these, but suddenly grits his teeth, and begins fighting back with a vengeance, striking Drake with blows that surprise him with their force. B Cool’s fighting back! But will he be able to turn this thing around in… NO! No! Suddenly, Drake hits B Cool with a blow that shoves his arms together, catches him by the head, and delivers Drake Driver number 3. Bob: A Drake Driver! And that’s the third one of the night! And each time, it’s basically won Drake his match! It’s gotta be over. We have a new champion, and his name is Alan Drake. Drake takes a moment from the temporary ferocity of B Cool’s blows, then covers. 1… 2… With a scream of effort that is audible throughout the arena, B Cool forces himself up. The crowd goes crazy as Drake is shoved off of him. Bob: He kicked out! He kicked out of the Drake Driver! Oh my God! I can’t even describe how close that was! B Cool, breathing harder than ever now, struggles to his feet before Drake can take advantage. For a moment, Drake does nothing. Perhaps he has gained a new respect for the man, perhaps he is simply waiting for the right moment. Either way, B Cool makes it to his feet, and steps back from Drake, trying to recover if he can. Bob: I don’t even believe what I’m seeing! B Cool is bleeding massively from the head and face now, and he’s still on his feet! Indeed, B Cool’s face has become the proverbial crimson mask. Alan Drake steps forward, ready to do what he must. He tries to lock up with B Cool, but B Cool bats his arms away, still trying to get some recovery time. He tries again, and the same thing happens. Determinedly, he delivers a short quick uppercut to B Cool’s jaw which staggers him. Again B Cool cries out, but this time in pain. He raises his hands, so Drake hits him in the chest and stomach. B Cool is driven back further and further. But suddenly, something happens. B Cool’s expression through his blood becomes one of rage, perhaps because he is thinking of all Drake said to him in his last promo. With something like a roar, he throws his arms forward to break free of Drake, takes hold of Drake’s shoulders, and shoves him violently, almost driving him across the cage. He slams Drake back first into the cage, and then switches his grip to Drake’s head. He begins viciously beating Drake’s head against the cage before Drake can stop him. Then, having a very particular idea in mind, he takes hold of Drake, lifts him, and with another yell of effort, performs a Cool Crush, the high point of which sends Alan Drake’s head smacking into the cage. Bob: Cool Crush into the cage! Cool Crush into the cage! Drake may be out! Drake may be out! The crowd cheers wildly. B Cool releases Drake, and steps back to pull in a few more ragged breaths. Blood still pours from his face, and it certainly isn’t getting better. Finally, B Cool drops down and covers him. Bob: Here’s the cover! 1… Bob: 1! 2… Bob: 2! 3! Bob: 3! The crowd cheers even louder, the bell rings, and Raise Up begins to play. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the new SWA champion, B Cool! For a moment, B Cool doesn’t move as if he doesn’t realize what happened. Finally, he does, and pulls himself to his feet one last time. As there is no official directly in the cage with them, he raises his arms into the air, and turns slowly around as if absorbing the crowd from all sides. A smile reaches his bloody face as he steps toward the cage door and waits for it to open. Someone operating an unseen control mechanism presses a button, and the door finally does open. B Cool begins, slowly, to climb down from the top of the pyramid. Bob: He was on top of the pyramid, and now he’s on top of the world! Just look at his face! Through it all, he’s happy! Finally, B Cool reaches the bottom of the pyramid, where he is handed the belt. His fingers grasp it slowly, perhaps because he is in awe at receiving it again, perhaps because of all the blood loss he has suffered. He smiles, and raises the belt into the air to more cheers from the crowd. Bob: There’s no doubt that that man is a champion now. Maybe Drake was right about some things regarding his past, but all that has changed. Finally, B Cool lowers the belt and begins walking up the ramp. And then, a huge shadow looms over him. Bob: Wait… Wait a second… There is a pause. B Cool doesn’t seem to have noticed anything. Bob: Oh no. Oh God no. B Cool, look out! Suddenly, a massive fist slams into B Cool’s face. He drops the belt, and raises his hands to protect himself. He still hasn’t seen his attacker, but everyone else has. Bob: Oh my God! Oh my God! It’s Behemoth! Behemoth is here! We weren’t seeing things last week! Oh no! Behemoth scoops up B Cool as if he was nothing, and holds him up to face level. B Cool twists his head to one side in order to get a look at who could possibly be doing this, and his face freezes in horror. His lips mouth the word “no,” and Behemoth smiles. He reverses his grip, holding B Cool by the legs. He switches to using only one arm to hold B Cool up, swings him like a baseball bat, and releases. B Cool goes flying into the cage. There is a crash, and B Cool doesn’t move. But it doesn’t look like Behemoth is done, as he takes several steps forward, going after B Cool. Bob: No! No! You’ve sent your message! You’re back! There’s nothing more to be… Wait a minute! Yes! The cavalry has arrived! At that moment, Korgoth and the Brawler come hurtling out of the back. Brawler delivers a powerful right hand to Behemoth’s back, while Korgoth slams a forearm into the back of his head. But Behemoth does not go down. He turns to face them, and a smile creeps over his face again. He steps back a pace, but only so he can offer them a “come on” gesture. They come, and Behemoth trades blows with both of them at once. He gets in some vicious shots, managing to cause one or the other of them to stagger back, but each time they step forward again to meet him. He loses focus, and the fact that there are two facing him gets to him. Finally, their blows are too numerous and powerful for him to take without going down, and he knows it. Turning quickly away, he stalks off into the back. Korgoth and the Brawler quickly rush over to check on B Cool. They find him laying crumpled against the cage, unconscious. Bob: Oh no. Our champion and VP is out cold! Is he alright? Even Alan Drake, who just came down from the pyramid, looks concerned. He asks the other two what happened, and only one word need be said to explain it all. Drake’s eyes widen, and he helps Korgoth and Brawler as they lift B Cool up and carry him off into the back. The crowd is nearly silent. Bob: Wow. Just… just wow. Folks, I don’t know what to say. Behemoth is back, and that’s not good for anyone, but most especially B Cool, who has just regained the SWA championship. There’s absolutely no telling what is going to happen on Edge, and quite frankly, I don’t even want to hazard a guess. This has been SWA Fallout, folks. I’m Bob Macatire, and we’ll see you next week. The camera zooms in on the three men carrying the bloody and beaten SWA champion away, then switches to the belt, which is still laying on the ramp. On that, the scene fades to black. |
