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We open with several shots of the SWA’s early days. Specifically, their first days. We even see Saber, (not Nick Saber), getting crushed by the Brawler. The shots speed up, and we see several shots of the SWA throughout its entire existence. People winning championships, brutal matches including all three Barbed Wire Brimstone matches, and so on. Voice: Three years. As of tonight, that is how long the SWA has been in existence. And since the beginning, it has been a force to be reckoned with in the world of sports entertainment. The shots speed by as the voice speaks, showing the many, many great moments of the company. Voice; The SWA has been the starting point for legendary superstars, and the final resting place of some who just couldn’t make it in the business. It has grown… Shots of matches during global tours, and the creation of SWA TV are shown. Voice: It has changed. The Barbed Wire and Brimstone Matches are shown briefly again to highlight the differences between each one. We see the creation of the Anarchy Championship, and the Skyfall Championship as well. Voice: And every step of the way, it’s gotten even better. More clips of the SWA’s greatest and most brutal matches, timed battle royals, money in the banks, and even metal mayhem are shown. Voice: Now, we arrive at the present. The birthday of the SWA, and the grandest stage it has to offer. Three years has turned the SWA into a juggernaut… A shot of the real Juggernaut is shown, specifically in the ITSC studio, glaring at B Cool. Voice: And it’s time for this juggernaut to get its feet moving. It’s time to carve out the SWA’s own path. Pound into the heads of the competition just why we keep our fans coming back. Just why we keep offering change and expansion. The card for the night pops up on the screen, the matches laid out in bright lettering. “Life is Beautiful” by Sixx A.M begins to play. Voice: And once that path is forged, once that juggernaut begins to move, everyone will feel… The card on the screen expands until the lettering is distorted. Voice: The Fallout. The song picks up, and the blown up card on the screen explodes in a burst of sound and color. It is replaced by a still image of the Fallout banner, which quickly fades into an actual shot of the Fallout banner in the arena. Pyros begin to explode, all just as brightly colored as the enormous banner. Some spell words, such as FALLOUT, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWA. We pan around the fans, who are going absolutely insane, show a brief shot of a podium which has been erected on the stage, and at last come to rest on Bob and Jerry. Jerry: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the SWA’s birthday celebration! And yeah, we celebrate in the only way we know how. With violence, and bloooooood! And speaking of bloooood, the blooood drive was a fantastic event, and is actually still going on until the end of Fallout tonight! We’ve already had well over 50000 donators, and it’s all because I rule so much! Bob: Do I get a word here? Jerry: No! This is my special Fallout head announcer time. Bob: Right. Jerry: I’m just kidding. Bob: I know. I think. Anyway, folks, Jerry is right about one thing. As much of a joke as I thought it was, the blood drive… Jerry: Bloooood drive. Bob: has done really really well, and will help people all over the country. Perhaps the world. Jerry: But enough about that, much as I’d love to keep talking about it. I’m being ordered to talk about the show. So yeah. It’s gonna be a great show. We’ve got everything from SWA Skyfall title defenses, to matches we don’t even know the stipulation for! Bob: And one need only think of the person who is going to provide that stipulation to know that whatever it is, it’s going to be great. Jerry: True that. We’ve also got that podium on the stage, and uh, folks, we don’t even know why that’s there. Bob: But again, it can only mean big things. A big announcement of some sort, perhaps. Something that will change the SWA forever, and something we’ll remember for a long time. Jerry: I think someone bought out the company. Now that’d would be a huuuuuge change. Bob: Bought out the company? Why would anyone do that? And… who would do that? Jerry: I don’t know. Some crazy rich dude! Frank tried to do it. Bob: Well maybe, but… No. I really don’t think that’s what it is. Jerry: Alright, but you’ll see when Crystal comes out later and renounces ownership. Bob: If you say so. Jerry: Well, let’s not waste anymore time. I’ve just gotten word that we have Izzy Omega in the back. He also has a match tonight, so let’s see what he has to say. We cut backstage to see Christi McFarland standing. Christi: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time will be the man facing Riz later tonight...Izzy Omega. The fans cheer as Izzy comes into view. Christi: Izzy, tonight you have your chance at getting to Riz. Do you feel confident? Izzy: Confident? I haven't been more sure and confident about anything else in my life. Riz, you got me all wrong bro. Because I tell you to look at my matches and quit thinking about my past are two totally different things. Its like apples and oranges. But apparently, you see fit to disregard that whole thing. So tonight, I am disregarding your safety and my sanity and I am making you tap. Plain and simple. Christi: As for the main event, do you have a winner picked? Izzy just laughs. Izzy: Yeah, I have a winner picked. It's someone I always bet on when it comes to situations like this. And I promise you...its not Nick Saber. Christi: So, it's Alan Drake? Izzy chuckles again. Izzy: Just you wait Christi. By the end of the night...someone's mind...will have a fallout of it's own. He walks away and we cut back to Bob and Jerry. Jerry: Huh. Bob: Izzy’s got something planned. Jerry: It does seem that way, doesn’t it? Bob: Are you being sarcastic? Jerry: Yep. Bob: Ah. Jerry: Right then. Let’s jump into our first match, shall we Bob? Bob: Let’s do that. Jerry: Ok then. So this match was supposed to be a triple threat between Azriel, Longhorn Reynolds, and Ace. However, Azriel missed his flight because his morning prayer was just a little too long, and now it’s just a match between Reynolds and Ace. Bob: What? Jerry: Yeah. That’s what happened. I swear. Bob: Riiiiight. Tim? Tim marshal: This contest is scheduled for one fall. The words "Get Over It" are heard over the loudspeakers, then the beginning riffs are heard and the words appear on the Skytron, disappearing to reveal Ace's face surrounding by two spades which spin around him. After a few moments the face and spades fade away to black and then Ace steps out, staring out at the ring. There's a mixed amount of cheers and jeers from the crowd, but he doesn't even turn to look at them. Merely taking a moment to point to whatever shirt he happens to be wearing before continuing on with an unhurried stride to the ring. Tim Marshal: Coming down the aisle...from Parts Unknown...weighing 235 lbs...Ace! He slides in the ring and takes his corner. Jerry: Well, Ace is set to start the show off. Bob: Well, he may be starting the show, but he gets to set the pace on how the show is going to look! "Take The Power" starts playing and Crystal makes her way out. Jerry: What the hell? Bob: Looks like she has an announcement. Crystal: Longhorn isn't here in the arena..I have no idea where he is but that constitutes as a no show and a win for you Ace. I also have a message for you. You have control of "Get Over It" I expect you to do something with it. She turns with a stern look, and is about to leave, but turns back suddenly. Crystal: Oh. And if you see Reynolds before I do, do let him know that he’s fired. With that, she leaves the stage. The ref raises Ace's hand as Ace looks a tad perturbed. Jerry: Well, your winner is Ace folks. Bob: Maybe this won't set the pace of the show. Jerry: Well, moving on I guess...we have a live feed from newcomer Jake Lavelle. LIVE Satellite Feed from Monticello, Minnesota We see Jake Lavelle sitting in a chair inside of a modest apartment living room. Not much of the background is visible, but from what we can see, there are several pictures of family and friends hanging from the walls. The apartment is kept clean. Jake sits wearing a white button down shirt and a green, white, and black tie. Jake: First of all, I'd like to take this time to apologize for my lackluster performance against Xander last week. I could come forward with any number of excuses or reasons for what happened, but instead, I'm going to take another road and talk to Xander directly. The scene cuts momentarily away from Jake to clips from the match between Jake and Xander, showing the end of the match where Xander defeats Jake. We fade back to Jake. Jake: You beat me. There's no two ways about it, Xander. It doesn't matter if you took shortcuts, it doesn't matter if some of your tactics were questionable- none of that matters in the end. You put another notch in the "W" column, and I had to put one in the "L". I'm not a man of gimmicks, Xander, so I'm just going to say it how I feel it; I want another match. I'm disappointed with myself for presenting myself like I did in my first run with the big leagues, and I'm very eager to prove myself to not only the wrestlers in the SWA but the fans as well. You got the better of me once, Xander... can you do it again? We switch back to Jerry and Bob. Jerry: So… No show, and newbie challenge. We’re starting off this night right, eh, Bob? Bob: Well there’s nothing wrong with a challenge. It gives us something to look forward to. Jerry: Well yeah, but what about tonight? Bob: Tonight, we count the things we have left to do. For instance, our second match. Jerry: Well said, Bob. Especially considering it’s time to see Ebony Nightfur lose! Bob: Remember what happened the last time you said that? Jerry: Well… I uh… I really mean it this time. Bob: Sure. That’ll help. Jerry: I can hope, can’t I? Besides, Natasha’s been training with Behemoth. So let’s see how this goes. Tim? ( Natasha Graves vs. Ebony Nightfur ) Tim: The following one on one contest is set for one fall. Lately by Strip The Image hits and as the music picks up, pink pyro explodes. Tim: Introducing first, from Butler Ohio, weighing in at 120 pounds... NATASHA GRAVES! Bob: So you think Natasha’s training with Behemoth is going to have an impact here? Jerry: Well, considering Behemoth tends to have quite an impact, I’m sure he taught her to do the same. Bob: Hmm. She steps out onto the stage and makes her way down to the ring, entering with a baseball slide. Raising her arms, she walks around the ring before finally settling in her corner, waiting for her opponent. The song fades and Closer by Nine Inch Nails takes it's place. The arena goes dark. Ebony's name flickers to life in stylized moving flames on the skytron. Tim: And her opponent, from Charleston Oregon, weighing in at 119 pounds... EBONY NIGHTFUR! Jerry: Oh yay. Here she comes again. The ultimate S&M freak. If she is to be believed, she’ll sleep with you while she’s killing you. Bob: That’s disgusting Jerry. Jerry: Maybe, but if Jac Morgan ends up dead, you’ll know I was right. A red light back lights her so we can only see the silhouette of a perfectly formed female body as she slowly runs her hands sensuously down her sides to her hips, down to her knees, then back up, tossing her hair with a practiced flip of her head. Ebony Nightfur struts out, sashaying down the walkway to the ring, sliding under the ropes with a slow, practiced arch of her back that perfectly displays her flexibility, then stands, licking one index finger and touching it to her hip as if steam is going to rise from it. The two stare each other down from opposing sides of the ring as the house lights come back on and the music fades, this time to silence. Jerry: This feud sure has intensified this week, huh, Bob? Bob: You might say that. The referee admonishes the match participants and then calls for the bell. Jerry: I think the ref just told these two to have a good, clean match. Bob: Wishful thinking. If I were a betting man, I'd say this will be a very tough match for both of them. Natasha starts things out by attempting a lock-up, but Ebony ducks through it and delivers a hard elbow against Natasha's back. Jerry: What a shot by Ebony! And look at Natasha. Bob: She looks like she just took a caning across her back. Jerry: It certainly won't help her chances down the stretch when all her back ceases to function properly. The crowd boos as Ebony taunts the crowd and Natasha stumbles across the ring in the opposite direction. Jerry: I think Ebony is impressed with herself. Bob: Yeah, but she'd better not keep her back turned too long. Natasha slowly recovers and turns around to see Ebony, not paying any attention to her. She tries to shake off some of the pain and charges toward Ebony, executing a chop block to the back of Ebony's left leg, causing her to fall backwards. Bob: You see, that is what happens when you underestimate your opponent! Jerry: And now, Natasha finds herself in control. She quickly follows up by hitting a leg drop directly across that left leg. Jerry: It would appear as if she is targeting that leg. This can't be good for Ebony. Bob: She'd better get up and fast! Otherwise, there won't be anything left of her by the end of this match! Ebony favors the weakened leg as Natasha goes for a half Boston crab, with the intent of applying even more pressure to that leg, but Ebony is able to kick her off using her other leg. Bob: Well, Ebony sure put a stop to that in a hurry. Jerry: Well there's nothing wrong with her other leg. Bob: ...obviously. She shakes her left leg as if somehow, the blood flow became restricted. She has enough time, however, to follow up with a series of quick kicks to Natasha's left leg. Jerry: And now it looks like Ebony is going to show Natasha how it feels. Bob: What is it with left legs, anyway? Ebony runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and nails a beautiful sliding dropkick to the back of Natasha's leg, sending her straight to the mat. Bob: I hope they have a steady supply of crutches in the back, Jerry. you know, for AFTER the match. Jerry: Yes, you have a point. And let me remind the folks watching at home that this is NOT a no disqualification match. Bob: Natasha looks to be in quite a bit of pain. Ebony drops a well-placed elbow onto Natasha's leg and proceeds to grind it down with all the pressure she can muster. Bob: Kind of makes you forget about that throbbing pain in your back, doesn't it, Natasha? Jerry: And now, the referee has stepped in and has put in a 5 count. Ebony has to let up before the count of 5 or she'll be disqualified. 1... 2... 3... 4... Ebony lets go just as the referee is about to reach 5. Jerry: She really knows how far you can stretch the rules before you wind up breaking them. She’s done it all her life, after all. Ebony rolls Natasha into a pinning combination. Bob: Here's a pin! Jerry: Referee in position! 1... 2- Jerry: Reversal! Natasha somehow manages to roll through to reverse the pin. 1... 2... 2 1/2- Bob: Natasha nearly took Ebony by surprise. Jerry: What I can't figure out is how Natasha was able to do that, what with all the pain she certainly must be enduring. Bob: Instinct, Jerry. Pure instinct. It's something you can't really explain, but would be able to recognize if you saw it. Both of them are slow to get to their feet. Somehow Natasha is first to her feet and is able to land a hard right hand across Ebony's mouth. Ebony fires back quickly with a right hand of her own. Natasha staggers a bit, but when Ebony tries for a second shot, Natasha blocks it and quickly knees her in the gut and hits a face buster, putting her back down on the canvas. Jerry: This match has certainly been anything but pretty. Both ladies have taken some pretty hard shots already and there's no telling who's going to come out of this with the win! Bob: I have a feeling that it's going to come down to who is able to execute their finisher first. And as you said, it could be either of them at this point. Natasha climbs to the top rope and looks into the crowd before locking onto her opponent, who is beginning to stand up. Jerry: It looks like Natasha is moving into the "high rent" district. Bob: Yeah, but don't forget about Ebony, who is quickly recovering and- would that be... Ebony turns her face towards the camera to reveal that her upper lip has been busted open. Bob: It looks like Ebony has a little donation to make, right here. Jerry: Of what? Cash? Bob: No... Jerry: A non-perishable food item? Bob: Umm, no... Jerry: Oh, I know... BLOOODD!!! Bob: It's too bad that Tim Marshal had to go and consume all the juice and cookies for the donors. What an ass... Meanwhile, Ebony makes it to her feet and turns just in time to receive a powerful missile dropkick to the face by Natasha from the top rope. Jerry: Wow, that couldn't have been executed any better. Bob: So nice, I think I'd like to see it twice! A replay split screen comes up and we see the missile dropkick performed in slow motion and then, from another angle. Bob: Look at that. And on that alternate angle, if you look very closely, you can see the excess blood around Ebony's mouth spray outward as Natasha makes impact. Jerry: This is great. Not every federation would have the balls to feature blood-loss in a match quite like this. Bob: Yes... it was a very well-executed missile dropkick, too. Jerry: Oh yeah... anyways, Natasha is slowly moving in for a cover. Bob: Far leg is hooked... 1... 2- Bob: Foot on the rope! Jerry: That could have been it right there, but now, we'll never know... Bob: I'm glad she got that foot up on the bottom rope. I don't want this match to end! As Natasha is getting up, Ebony is able to reach up and jab Natasha right in the eyes, causing her to stumble backward. The referee immediately warns her again. Jerry: What a cheap shot by Ebony! That's the second time she's tried those dirty match tactics. Bob: I didn't hear him, but I think I'm a pretty good lip reader. The referee said one more time and you're disqualified. Jerry: And now, these fans are letting Ebony have it. Ebony ignores the booing from the crowd and goes right back to work on Natasha, who is sitting up but apparently in a daze. Jerry: And now, it looks like Ebony is going for a sleeper hold. Out of instinct, Natasha tries to fight it off by standing up, but Ebony is able to keep the hold locked in and cinches it in even tighter once the two of them are back to a vertical base. Jerry: Will Natasha somehow be able to withstand this debilitating submission or will she be catching some ZZZ's? Bob: Well, I know how the SWA looks doen on employees that sleep on the job. Natasha had better do something and fast or it'll be all over for her! After a while, the referee raises Natasha's arm and lets it go. It drops lifelessly back down to her side. 1! Bob; It looks like this match is about to end right here! Jerry: Two more of those and it's lights out for Natasha- this is her last chance and she's fading fast! She had better not lose. I will not stand to see Ebony win again! The referee raises her arm up a second time and again, it falls down. The crowd begins to do a stomp chant to try and will Natasha back into this match. 2! Bob: Only one more! The referee raises her arm up for the third and final time and as it is about to fall back down, she somehow manages to raise it back up, causing the referee to cancel the count. Jerry: Oh, Natasha was lucky, she was very lucky. One more split second and Ebony would have been gloating in victory right now. Bob: But how much left does Natasha have in the tank. She has taken more punishment- shots to the back and leg region and now this? Jerry: Let's not also forget that Ebony has taken a few good shots, herself. She still has the blood on her face to prove that. The point is, this match has gone back and forth and like I said before, whoever hits their big finisher will no doubt also become the winner of this match. And to think, that’s me being fair. Be glad, Ebony. Bob: The winner of this match will be the one who is able to outsmart the other into defeat. And right now, I think Ebony has the advantage in that category. Jerry: She does no… Uh-oh. Suddenly, Ebony hits the Grave Digger on the dazed Natasha. Bob: Wait a minute... Jerry: She used Natasha's finisher on her. What an insult! Bob: Here's the pin! 1... 2... 2 1/2- Jerry: She got her! Bob: No- she got the shoulder at the last nanosecond! Jerry: Ebony almost won the match by using the Grave Digger, but somehow, Natasha kicked out! Bob: Smart, smart, smart, Jerry. Natasha never saw it coming. Perhaps she might have been thinking Ebony's finisher was coming, but her own finisher? Not a chance. Jerry: Natasha, amazingly is trying to get up. I can't understand how she can have anything left. That and she must sense that this could be her last chance to pull out a win. The crowd cheers Natasha on as she wills herself to her feet. This distracts Ebony from her opponent as she jeers at the crowd. Jerry: What a truly incredible match. Bob: And you'll only see action like this in the SWA, folks. I guess that's why you all are watching this right now instead of Sunday Night Football or Family Guy. Ebony turns back just as Natasha makes it to her feet and Natasha puts everything she has left into a forceful takedown, which sends both competitors to the mat. Jerry: Was that a clothesline or did Natasha just have an arm spasm and collapse onto Ebony? Bob: I believe that would be a very tired clothesline, expertly applied by Natasha. Natasha places her arm on top of Ebony. Jerry: And here's a tired pin attempt. The fans chant along with the referee's count. 1... 2- Jerry: Kickout by Ebony. Bob: Almost, but not quite. Crowd: Awwwww... Natasha gets up as fast as she can and has enough time to plot her next move before Ebony fully recovers again. Jerry: My, she got up a lot faster that time. Bob: She must be getting desperate at this stage in the match. She really wants to win this match. Jerry: I don't think it's that- I think it's perhaps a second wind... and it couldn't have come at a more opportune time. Let's see now if Natasha can take advantage. Natasha measures Ebony up and quickly executes the Grave Digger like only she can. Bob: And there's another Grave Digger- this time by Natasha! This will be the shortest second wind if she can get the 3 count this time! Jerry: And that is how it's done! This should be it. 1... 2... 3! The referee calls for the bell and Lately by Strip The Image plays again. Tim: Here is your winner... NATASHA GRAVES!!! Jerry: She did it. Natasha pulled one over on Ebony! Bob: But isn't it ironic how Ebony was the one who executed Natasha's finisher first, only to go on and lose the match? Jerry: You see where outsmarting your opponent will get you, Bob? Ebony knew that the Grave Digger was the last move Natasha was expecting, but somehow we are seeing Natasha's arm being raised in victory instead? Bob: No, no, Jerry. You've missed my point. Natasha won this match because she was the one who ultimately outsmarted Ebony by kicking out of her own finisher despite not even being ready for it. Jerry: Sure, Bob. I guess... but what I will go on to say is that this definitely was a hard fought win for Natasha, regardless of how it ended. And she deserves it after the hell she had to go through to get to this point... Hang on a minute now, folks- it looks like something is going on in the back. Do we have a camera back there? The camera cuts to a close-up of a battered and bloody faced Ebony glaring at Natasha as she exits the ring and heads back up the ramp. As we cut backstage, the camera is just panning around, then picks up some whistling to the left. As the camera turns, we see someone dressed in a very dark purple suit with very blackish-green hair walking out of a locker room. But, he is carrying someone over his shoulder with a sack over the head. Jerry: Is that? Is... Bob: Is that Joe Kerr?! He begins to walk down the hallway and the camera follows, getting a shot of the locker room door. It reads "KYRA PIERCE." Jerry: Did Izzy just kidnap Kyra?! Bob: Well, it WAS Joe Kerr! It had to be! But...why? Jerry: Bob… dude… Izzy is Joe Kerr. Haven’t you figured… Bob: Well, I know, but that doesn’t… I mean I don’t really like the guy, and yet… Jerry: Yeah, it uh, it did kinda look like… Bob: But why would he do that? Jerry: I have no idea. And no more time. Folks, we will do what we can to look into this, which means in short that we will tell the guys on the other ends of our headsets to give us any updates they get. For now, though, we have to move on. Bob: We do indeed. Up next, the Xtreme title match! Jerry: Woot! And that can only mean the blooood has just begun! Bob: Sure, Jerry. Jerry: Well, it’s true! Let’s get to it! Lizzard versus Russell Brown! Do it, Timmy! ( Russell Brown vs. Lizzard-Xtreme Championship ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is set for one fall and it is for the SWA Xtreme Championship! Jerry: Here we go! BLOOOOD! Bob: Yes Jerry. We will probably see it. Frontline by Pillar slams on the PA. As the song begins to pick up the tempo, Brown appears on the stage with his arms spread looking like a “star” pose and pouring down on him is the gold pyro. A few seconds later he walks down the ramp and as he gets on the apron he faces the crowd, rips off the hood of his jacket and spreads his arms. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, the challenger. From Cleveland, Ohio...weighing 228 lbs...."The Rising Star" Russell Brown! Brown gets in the ring, spreads his arms once again in the middle of the ring and then stands in the corner waiting for his opponent. Jerry: The man who has been SWA Anarchy Champ. Now he is looking to add another belt to his name. Bob: Well, he could do it if...hey, where's he going? Russ rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He then hides near the bottom of the ramp, behind the barricade. "Far Far Away" starts playing as Lizzard walks out with his Xtreme Title around his waist. Tim Marshal: His opponent...from Chattanooga, Tennessee..weighing 210 lbs....he is the SWA... Before Tim can finish, Russell leaps out and smashes the chair over Lizzard's head. The bell sounds and the ref jumps out of the ring. Lizzard falls flat on his back and Russ continues to pound away with the chair. The chair breaks and Russ discards it. Jerry: Jesus! I think Russ is a little pissed! Bob: Or determined. Russ picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Russ looks under the ring and pulls out a small bag and sets it in the ring. He then pulls out a table and slides that in the ring. He gets in himself and sets the table up. Lizzard starts getting to his feet and Russ just pushes him down by the face. The fans laugh as Russ finishes setting the table up. He picks up Lizzard and hooks his head for a suplex, but instead comes down with a Jackhammer! Jerry: He just nailed His own Finisher on him! Bob: Well, that’s Russ for ya! Russ picks him up and rolls him onto the table. He climbs the ropes and looks around. He then does a shooting star press and shatters the table. The ref drops for the count... One... Two... THREE!!! The bell sounds and Russ stands up. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner....and the NEW SWA Xtreme Champion...RUSSELL BROWN! Russ is handed the title and he sets it down. He grabs the small bag and opens it. Jerry: What's he got there? Bob: I dunno but we're...clippers?! Russ drops down and turns the clippers on. He starts shaving the facial hair off of Lizzard's face. Jerry: Well, looks like Russ is a barber too. Bob: Well, he goes away with Lizzard's belt and his dignity! Russ tosses the clippers out, grabs his belt and leaves the ring, making his way up celebrating. Jerry: Oh man. Someone better get Lizzard out of here. We don’t want an upset biker guy staying in the ring. Bob: I hear ya, Jerry. Lizzard eventually gets up, and exits under his own power, looking surprisingly calm. Jerry: Whew. Well, after that… really funny moment, I think we can move on. Bob: Indeed we can. Jerry: Up next, a submission match! Bob: That oughta peak your interest. Jerry: Nah. Not peak it, really, but it does interest me. The chance of blooooood is high, though not guaranteed. Bob: I see. Well, I’d be willing to bet the fans are looking forward to this one. Jerry: Oh I am too, I’m just sayin. Bob: Well, don’t forget, this match is for the SWA Commissioner Championship now. This could be a huuuuge change in SWA management. Jerry: Oh yeeeeeeah! Now I’m reeeeally interested! Tim? ( Izzy Omega vs. Riz - SWA Commissioner Championship ) Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Submission Match. The following match is set for one fall which can only obtained through submission and is for the SWA Commissioner Championship! “Standing In The Way Of Control” by The Gossip hits the P.A. as Riz walks through the curtains onto the Fallout stage; the crowd erupting in heavy boos. Tim Marshal: Coming to the ring first from Automn Valley, standing five foot six inches and weighing one hundred eighty pounds; RRRRRIIIIIZ! Jerry: I don’t know if I’ve heard someone so disliked by the entire crowd. Bob: That’s what happens when you tell everyone you don’t care about the fans. Riz stands just pass the entrance area looking at the fans as they boo him. He slowly walks down to the ring as the arena lights change from purple, to green, and then to yellow. Riz approaches the ring and climbs the steal stairs and climbs into the ring. Riz then looks around with an almost lost look on his face. Jerry: There’s just something not “right” about that boy. Bob: To get that deep into the zone each night must be hard on the mind. Suddenly Riz’s music cuts from the P.A. and "The Game" by Motorhead kicks in as the lights go down. The Skytron starts showing Izzy in some of his matches, then finally winning the Commissioner Championship. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Standing at six feet six inches and weighing two hundred fifty-four pounds, he is the SWA Commissioner; IIIIIIIIIIIIZZY OOOOOOOOOOOMEGA! Smoke rises from the stage area, as the guitar kicks in; Izzy Omega rises from the smoke through the stage. He is looking up at the crowd as he rises. No smile...just an evil glare, getting a mixture of boos and cheers. Bob: The commissioner arrives for his match to a mixed reaction. Jerry: Yeah, well with the past our commish has, sometimes it’s hard to figure out where the cheers are coming from. Bob: Izzy is a wrestling legend, he’ll always get cheers. As Izzy reaches the top of the stage, he begins to walk towards the ring. Paying no attention to the crowd as he makes it to the ring, he enters the ring and looks around. Izzy walks to the opposite corner of the ring, past Riz, and stands on the second rope. Izzy looks around as he slowly raises the belt; the lights come on as he raises his hand, lighting up fully as his hand reaches the highest point. Bob: Now, you have to consider the sides of this match; Izzy’s the veteran but Riz is a submission specialist. Jerry: I say we get on with it, so we can move on to more guaranteed blood tonight. Riz and Izzy walk to the center of the ring as the ref goes over the rules. The ref takes a quick step back as the bell rings. Bob: And here we go! Riz goes for the lock up and Izzy tries to throw a curveball at him by going straight for a right hook. Riz barely avoids the fist, ducking under it and tackling Izzy down to the mat, amazingly. Bob: Riz is giving up about a foot in height to Izzy and around seventy pounds, yet he just took down the big man. Jerry: The match just started and they’re already hugging on the ground. Izzy pushes Riz off of him with a showing of power and quickly moves to get up but Riz is up quicker and catches him. Riz grabs Izzy’s head and nails a kneeling DDT. Izzy’s head bounces off the mat as it connects. Bob: See Jerry; submission matches can be as exciting as all the matches you like and if you’re still not convinced… fake it. Jerry: This could become a great match, I agree, but… Come oooooon! Riz is back up and immediately starts to work on Izzy’s legs, stomping on the backs of his knees viciously. It takes Izzy a moment to roll away, a little dazed by the early DDT, but he pushes himself up and looks across the ring to Riz; who seems ready to fight. Riz and Izzy lock up and Izzy almost throws Riz across the ring with a violent push. Jerry: Pushing now? Seriously! Bob: Izzy’s trying to assert his dominance in this match, I think. Riz comes back, locking up with Izzy again, only to be thrown down across the ring once again. Izzy follows him and as Riz is getting up Izzy whips him across the ring into the ropes; and on the return hits a huge back body toss on Riz. Riz sails through the air before crashing to the mat hard, landing awkward high on his shoulders; holding the back of his neck as he rolls around. Bob: Ouch! That was a nasty fall. Jerry: Yeah, lucky for Riz he didn’t land even higher up on his neck. Izzy looms over Riz, as Riz slowly sits up; Izzy applies a vice grip to Riz’s neck/shoulder. Riz cries out in pain, trying to pry Izzy’s hand off of himself as his face starts to quickly turn red. He kicks his legs against the mat, trying to fight against the pain. Riz’s face is contorted in pain as he desperately throws an elbow back into Izzy’s knee; buckling it. Izzy topples over, releasing Riz. Bob: Desperate counter there by Riz. Jerry: Desperate maybe, but it worked. Riz hold’s his neck as he slowly gets to his feet, looking back to Izzy as he also gets up. Riz takes a step and kicks the side of Izzy’s knee, dropping the big man again. Riz stomps on Izzy’s knees again before taking Izzy’s foot and hyper extending Izzy’s leg. Bob: Riz has his game plan and he’s working towards the figure four. Jerry: The figure four is painful, but it’s a move that takes one of the longest build ups. Bob: You can’t hurry perfection, Jerry. Riz, grabs Izzy’s leg again and drops down into a side leg-lock, wrenching hard on the leg. Izzy lets out a holler and beats his fist against the mat, gritting his teeth. Riz tightens the hold as Izzy scratches and claws at the mat, slowly pulling them both closer to the ropes. Bob: Izzy’s dragging his own bodyweight and Riz’s with just his arms. Jerry: Impressive, but can he fit four billiard balls in his mouth? Bob: What? Jerry: Now that would be a talent. Bob: Sometimes I worry about you, Jerry. Izzy uses all his strength to drag himself to the ropes, finally grasping the bottom one but the ref can’t do anything. Izzy cries out but won’t give up; Riz lets go and grins, holding his neck but seemingly in good spirits as he grabs Izzy’s leg and tries to drag him away from the ropes. Izzy hangs on to the bottom rope, not letting go as Riz tries in vain to pull Izzy off. Bob: Izzy’s not going to let this get back to the middle of the ring anytime soon. Frustrated, Riz lets go and paces away as Izzy slowly pulls himself up with the ropes. Riz turns and charges Izzy, going for a double leg dropkick but Izzy drops to the mat and Riz sails through the ropes to the outside; crashing to the floor hard. Bob: I don’t know if Izzy did that on purpose or his legs just gave out, but he avoided what would have been a devastating dropkick from Riz. Jerry: And now Riz is a heap on the floor. Izzy looks outside the ring and smirks as Riz lays on the floor; holding his neck. Izzy pulls himself up and gingerly puts weight on his leg, before climbing out of the ring. He grabs Riz, pulling him to his feet with a little effort. Izzy picks Riz up off the ground and drops him throat first across the security barrier. Riz jerks back, holding his neck as he falls to the floor. Bob: If Riz’s neck wasn’t really hurt before, it is now. Jerry: I think he might have given himself whiplash when he jerked up like that. Izzy grins, and grabbing some wires he wraps them around Riz’s throat, choking the life out of Riz. Bob: I wanna remind everyone, there’s no count out or DQ in a submission match. The ref can’t do anything except watch for tap outs and declare the winner. Izzy tightens his grip around the cables, strangling Riz a bit more before letting go. Izzy stands up and begins to drag Riz to his feet; Riz shaky as Izzy whips him into the steps. Riz’s neck whip lashing again as Riz yells out. Jerry: Jeeze, that has to hurt. Bob: Riz’s neck is being whipped every way by the commissioner. Riz holds his neck and he slowly tries to crawl away, but not fast enough as Izzy grabs him and rolls him back into the ring. Izzy hops up, favoring his leg as he climbs back in as well. Izzy lays the boots to Riz’s head, mercilessly kicking the sense out of him. Bob: Izzy not showing any respect for his challenger. Riz tries and catches a boot, holding onto it and not letting Izzy take another kick. Riz drives his fist right above Izzy’s knee giving him a Charlie horse and dropping Izzy like a stone. Izzy holds his leg as the muscles all contract, while Riz pushes himself to his feet, holding his head and looking pissed off. Jerry: I think Riz has just about had enough. Riz slides out of the ring slowly and comes back in with a steel chair. He stalks over to the prone Izzy and raises the chair up high, bringing it down on Izzy’s leg. Izzy lets out a yell of pain as Riz raises the chair again and brings it down hard. Bob: Oh come on. Jerry: Hey, when in doubt, nail him with a chair. Riz drives the chair down onto Izzy’s knee edge first a couple times before throwing it aside. He grabs Izzy’s leg and goes for the figure four, but Izzy kicks him off with his free leg. Riz goes for it again, but Izzy kicks free once more. Bob: Izzy can’t let Riz lock in the figure four. Jerry: That’d be game over. Riz boots Izzy in the stomach and grabs his leg once more. Izzy swings his free leg, taking Riz’s feet out from under him and sends him crashing to the mat. Izzy spins around, grabbing onto Riz and pulling him into a dragon sleeper. Bob: Naptime on the Railroad Tracks! He’s got it locked in! Izzy wrenches and tightens his grip for all he’s worth, working the injured neck of Riz. Jerry: Look at Riz’s face, his neck must be killing him. Bob: Can he hold out though? Riz uses his free hand to punch Izzy in the head hard and again. Trying to pry himself free, his hand claws and scratches, punching Izzy again; as Izzy grits his teeth holding on for dear life as he torques on Riz’s neck harder as suddenly Riz’s hand starts to slap Izzy’s shoulder fast and repeatedly. Riz taps out as the ref pulls Izzy off of him with some effort. Bob: Riz tapped out! Izzy took him out with the Naptime. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and “STILL” SWA Commissioner; IZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZY OOOOOOOOOMEGAAAAA! Izzy slowly gets to his feet, heavily favoring his leg as his belt is handed to him. He raises it high, pride on his face as he climbs out of the ring, to leave Riz there. Riz talking to the ref as he lays on the mat, holding his neck. Jerry: So the specialist lost. Bob: I think he had a handicap as soon as he took that bad spill off the back body drop. I just hope it’s nothing too serious. After a moment, Riz gets up, holding his neck as he gingerly slides out of the ring, watching Izzy walk up the ramp and disappear into the back; Riz walks up the ramp with the ref, in a bad mood and in pain. Jerry: Well, what can I say. That was a great match. Bob: I sense relief in your voice, Jerry. Jerry: Oh yeah. You had better believe I’m glad Riz isn’t Commissioner. Bob: To be honest, so am I. Now then, it’s time to continue the show. Jerry: Yep. And up next, we’ll see if the leader of the Punkz is all he’s cracked up to be. Bob: But more importantly, we’ll see the answer to a question that’s been on a lot of people’s minds over the course of the week. Just what stipulation does Aquiro have in mind for this match? Jerry: I don’t know, but I hope what you said in the beginning is right. I hope for bloooooood! Bob: We all know, Jerry. ( Brandon "B. Cool" Cole vs. Aquiro ) Mist rises up from the floor as Raise Up by Saliva begins to play. As the song picks up, the arena lights flash brightly and B Cool steps through the mist with a smile on his face. He walks proudly toward the ring, waving and smiling at fans as he goes. He climbs in the ring, turns once again to the crowd, and raises his arms in the air to their cheers. Then he moves to his corner. Jerry: Well, Brandon said it didn't matter what match Aquiro wanted, he would take it and beat him. Bob: But the question is...what WILL the match be? The Skytron suddenly goes to static, as sparks shoot from the edges of the massive screen; voices coming over the P.A. Steven: What did you do?! Sinada: I didn’t do anything, you can’t prove it. . . screw you! Guitars blare over the speakers as Party Till You Puke by Andrew W.K. hits the P.A. Random clips show briefly on the static filled Skytron; a midget fighting a full sized man, a spider monkey just sitting there, and the house being blown apart from the A-bomb tests. “PUNKZ TV” flashes across the screen, covering the chest of a young woman flashing herself to the camera. “Starring” scrolls up the screen as a clip plays. “AQUIRO”, Aquiro wearing a WWII army helmet, combat boots, and boxers, playing golf on the roof of a building. “LARELL”, a car trunk lid opening to reveal Larell, tied and gagged. “GLACIER”, Glacier with a gaggle of women under his arms as he gives the camera two thumbs up, a sparkle gleams from his teeth. “TOMMY SINADA”, Sinada taking a spill out of a second story window, rolling down the roof and freeze-framing for a second, his face wrenched in horror before speeding back up as he plummets past the camera. “STEVEN DOUCET”, Steven in a bathrobe, handing over a wad of cash to a police officer with the other four in the background, in handcuffs and without pants. Clips keep playing of our heroes adventures as an announcer comes over the P.A. Announcer: Punks and punkettes, it’s time for another exciting episode of Punkz TV; quality television, well wasted. Now, the stars of the show. . . The Punkz! As the music comes back on louder, Aquiro, Larell, Glacier, Steven, and Sinada all walk out on to the stage. Larell, and Glacier are all full of energy, jumping around the stage, riling up the crowd. Steven is calm as he smiles, making his way out onto the stage, and Sinada is pulling a red wagon with a full keg in it. The crowd cheering as the five make their way down to the ring, as the reach the bottom of the ramp, Sinada pours four drinks and they hammer it down, before screaming to the crowd. Aquiro get into the ring as Sinada and Steve walk around ringside, refilling people’s beers and giving out the red Punkz “Spider Monkey” t-shirt to those not old enough to drink. Aquiro just has a look of determination on his face, not taking his eyes off of Cole. Aquiro reaches behind him and pulls, from a bag on his back, a baseball bat. Jerry: Well, Aquiro brought Batty with him. Bob: Is that a sign of what the match is? The ref tries to convince Aquiro to drop it, but he just stares coldly at Brandon. He looks at Tim Marshal and nods. Tim Marshal: The following contest is set for one fall...and is a.... Jerry: Hardcore, hardcore, hardcore. Bob: Stop wishing so loud, Jerry. Tim Marshal: MEAT HOOK MATCH! Jerry: Bloooooooooooooooooooood! Bob: This is one of the most brutal matches conceived! It's up there with weapons versus weapons! The fans roar as Tim goes over the rules. Tim Marshal: A meat hook will be suspended from a cable high above the center of the ring, and there will be a ladder on the outside of the ring, on each side of the ring; plus one huge 18 foot ladder on the ramp. So in total, five ladders; 4 regular ladders and 1 huge one. The match cannot be won until someone has retrieved the meat hook; then it can only be won by pin fall or submission. A meat hook match is no DQ, no count-out. The ladders are placed as he speaks. The Punkz have made their way to the top of the ramp to watch the match. The meat hook is lowered to the center of the ring, hanging on that wire. B. cool slides out of the ring and lifts the ring tarp. He then pulls out.... Jerry: A BARBED WIRE 2X4! This match keeps getting better and better! Bob: This match will see someone, if not both men, in the ER! Brandon slides back in and stands in his corner. Tim Marshal: And now...for the fighters tonight. Introducing first...from Columbus, Ohio....weighing 242 lbs. He is a former World Champion, The First ever Skyfall Champion and is the current Vice President of Skyfall Wrestling Alliance. Ladies and Gentlemen...This...is Brandon "B. Cool" Cole! The fans erupt as his name is said. His stare doesn't move off of Aquiro. Tim Marshal: And his opponent....from Montreal, Quebec, Canada...weighing 239 lbs...He is The Former Intercontinental Champion and The Former Xtreme Champion and is the current frontman for The Punkz. Ladies and gentlemen...he is Aquiro! Jerry: Tale of the tape there. And now...its time for BLOOOOOD! Bob: This should be a match for the ages! The bell sounds and both men make their way to the center of the ring. The fans roar as the lights in the crowd dim. Aquiro takes the first swing with Batty, but Cole blocks it with his board. He kicks Aquiro in the gut and slams the weapon onto Aquiro's back. Aq cringes upwards, the barb wire sticking to his skin, drawing blood already. Jerry: There it is Bob! BLOOOOD! Bob: Lord.... Brandon swings again and nails Aq in the back again. Aq takes his bat and swings wildly, nailing Brandon in the side. Brandon lets out a cry and backs off quickly, ripping skin from Aq's back. Aquiro starts getting up and takes another swing, but Brandon ducks and sends the board into Aq's gut. The board drops and Brandon just starts using what he knows best, his raw instincts. He starts laying lefts and rights into Aquiro. Aquiro drops the bat and Cole kicks it out of the ring, along with the other weapon. He backs Aquiro into the ropes and clotheslines him over. The fans cheer and Aquiro lands on the outside. Brandon takes a few steps back and plays to the crowd a little. Aquiro, though, gets to his feet quickly. In pain, but quickly. Brandon motions for him to get back in. Aquiro slides in and looks up at the meat hook. As he looks at Brandon, Brandon says "Now it's me and you." They circle each other, studying their opponents motions. They finally lock up in the center of the ring. Aq backs Brandon into the corner and holds him there, but breaks the lock up and nails Brandon in the gut with a hard left shot. He nails him in the gut again and starts hammering his head. Brandon slumps down a little bit. Aq pulls him from the corner and places him against the ropes, irish whipping him. As Cole comes back, Aq attempts a hip toss, but Brandon blocks it. Aq tries again and it is again blocked. Aq nails Brandon in the gut, hooks his leg over Cole's head and flips. When he lands, Brandon explodes with a huge clothesline. Jerry: WOW! Big move by Brandon! Bob: Can he capitalize on it though? Brandon bounces off the ropes and nails another clothesline on Aquiro, who is getting up. As he rises, he is nailed with a left, then a right and is backed into the ropes. Brandon comes in and headbutts him, then irish whips him into the ropes. As he comes back, Brandon back flips him high into the air. Aquiro lands hard and sits up, holding his back. Aquiro gets up and makes his way to the corner. Brandon walks over and hammers his head with a few hard shots. He then whips him to the far side with all he has. Aquiro hits his back hard. So hard he bounces off the corner, into the air and lands hard. Brandon walks over and grabs Aquiro's leg, dragging him to the center of the ring. He lifts his other leg and stomps Aquiro in the crotch hard. Aquiro rolls over and holds himself in pain. Brandon walks around, looking down at Aquiro. He picks him up and holds his head. He nails a European Uppercut...then another. The second one drops Aquiro to the mat. Jerry: A vicious shot by Brandon! He wants Aquiro to suffer I guess. Bob: But it might cost him...who knows. Brandon starts heading for the ropes, to go grab the ladder. Aquiro hops up and chop blocks his knee, causing Brandon to fall backwards. Aquiro pounds Cole in the head a few times. Brandon rolls to his belly and tries getting up. Aquiro grabs him by the back of the head and slams his face into the mat. Aquiro rolls out of the ring and snags a ladder. He slides it back in and slides in himself. Picking it up, he slams it down on Brandon's back. Brandon screams out. Aquiro kicks it off of him and rolls back out. He circles the ring and grabs Batty, bringing it back in. Brandon starts getting up, but Aquiro hits him with the bat, dropping him down again. He kicks him in the ribs and swings again. Brandon rolls out of the ring, clutching his ribs. Aquiro drops batty and looks up. Grabbing the ladder, he sets it up and starts climbing. Jerry: Well, looks like Aquiro isn't wasting time now! Bob: True, but here comes Brandon! Brandon slides in gingerly and stands up, grabbing Batty on the way up. He takes a swing and nails Aquiro in the legs, specifically the side of the knee. Aquiro clutches his leg and Brandon swings again, this time catching his back. Brandon then pushes on the ladder, sending Aquiro down onto the ropes. The ladder bounces back and hits an unsuspecting Cole. Not hard, but enough to shake him a little. He rolls out of the ring and drops the bat. Looking under the ring, he starts pulling things out. A kendo stick, a table...finally he comes out with a fire extinguisher. Rolling back in, he sees Aquiro starting to get up. Cole pulls the pin as Aq is turning around. He squeezes the handle and shoots it off. He doesn't notice Aquiro drop down to try and avoid most of it. Aquiro then lunges forward and punches Cole square in the crotch. Brandon drops the weapon and falls back. Aquiro now rolls out of the ring and grabs the ring bell and a chair. He throws the chair into the ring and slides in with the bell. Brandon slowly gets to his feet and turns, only to be met with the bell. It dings loudly, echoing through the arena. Jerry: Oh damn! He really rung his bell! Bob: Lame, Jerry. But I think that shot just busted... Jerry: BLOOOOOD! I love it! Bob: Busted Brandon open, as I was saying. Brandon lays there as the blood pours from his head. Aquiro tosses the bell down and sets the ladder up again. He begins to climb again as Brandon starts getting up. He sees this and gets angry. He hops off and catches Brandon's head, swings around and drops a DDT onto the chair. The fans roar at the move. The bad part about it, though, is Aquiro landed on the ring bell, damaging his back. He rolls out of the ring and holds his back. Brandon lays motionless. The ref slides in the ring to check on Brandon. Aquiro grabs the other ladder and slides it in. He rolls in and looks at the ref. He picks up the ladder and rams right into the ref, ladder first. The ref flies off and rolls out of the ring. Jerry: What the hell was that for?! Bob: Apparently, Aquiro wants to ensure a clear cut winner! He sets the ladder up and slowly starts to climb. Brandon sits up and grabs ahold of the bottom rung, pulling himself up. Aquiro gets to the top, but is met one step later by Brandon. They both start working each other over, but Brandon gets the upper hand. Out of nowhere, Brandon maneuvers his way around the ladder, while hooking Aquiro's head, and falls back with a DDT from the top of the ladder. Both men hit with a thud and the crowd begins to chant "Holy Shit!" Jerry: Well, its not a pay per view without that chant! Bob: And a well deserved one...My God! Brandon sits up first and slowly gets to his feet. He picks the chair up and then gets Aquiro up. He takes a full swing, connecting the chair with Aquiros head, busting it open on impact. Aquiro falls back, but is caught by the ropes. Brandon swings the chair like a bat and pretty much slaps Aquiro across the jaw with it. Brandon goes wild and starts bashing at Aquiros left arm. Brandon throws the chair down and leaps out of the ring. He grabs a ladder, the third one, but then stops and looks at the crowd...then the top of the ramp. Jerry: Oh boy...I think I know what he's thinking! Bob: That could be the difference maker, or suicide! Brandon starts making his way up the ramp. The other Punkz scoot back and look on. None of them making a move. Brandon looks at them threateningly, then turns and starts dragging the ladder back to the ring. The blood drips from him, making him look insane as he does. He starts sliding it into the ring, but Aquiro, out of desperation, baseball slides it right into the chest of Brandon, sending him crashing into the barricade. Brandon just stays slumped in the wall as Aquiro clumsily gets to his feet and sets the large ladder up. He falls to one knee and rests for a moment. This moment gives Brandon enough time to slide into the ring slowly. As Aquiro begins to climb, Brandon sets one of the ladders up on the other side. Brandon starts climbing that one. Brandon is at the top of his and makes his way to the larger ladder. Aquiro quickly grabs Brandon by the throat and starts to squeeze, looking right into his eyes with his crimson mask decorating his face. Aquiro then snaps forward and drops with Brandon onto the mat in a modified choke slam! Jerry: A modified Curbside Slam! Bob: My god! What will these two NOT do to each other? He picks Brandon up and spits on his chest. He then hooks his head under his arm and looks around. Spinning, he drops him into a Twist Of Fate onto the chair! Jerry: THE COOL CUTTER ON BRANDON COLE! Bob: Talk about insult! Aquiro sits up with a smile on his face. He hops up and starts climbing the large ladder. Brandon rolls to his back and holds his head. As Aquiro gets to the top, he unhooks the meathook. Jerry: Well, now its official! The first one to get a pin or submission wins it...and ends my fun! Bob: This is not fun Jerry. These two want to kill each other! Aquiro looks down at Brandon and holds the hook up. He then turns and positions himself on the ladder and leaps off, twisting in the air and drops a huge double leg guillotine leg drop....on the mat and part of the chair though. Brandon moved out of the way. Both men lay motionless. The meat hook sits between both of them. Brandon starts to stir a little and gets to his knees. Aquiro is also rolling over onto his knees. Both men start trading blows back and forth. Not as hard as usual, but enough to make an impact. Aquiro pulls back for a large haymaker. As he does, Brandon grabs the meat hook and holds it up near his head. Aquiro's momentum forces him to take the swing and the meat hook jabs right through his forearm! The crowd oohs as the blood spills out! Jerry: Jesus Christ I love Aquiro! Bob: This match....dear god. This match is going down in the history of SWA's most Brutal! Jerry: Hey, shades of Boomer there with the meat hook in the forearm! Hurrah! Aquiro lets out a scream and Brandon pulls it out with a sick sound to it. Aquiro falls back and holds his arm. Brandon looks at the hook and starts stalking towards Aquiro, stumbling due to the blood loss. Aquiro tries to get up using his left arm, the arm that was hooked, but falls forward. He turns and sees Brandon raise the hook, but he kicks Brandon in the knee. Brandon now lets out a scream and drops down. He drops the hook and Aquiro takes it. Aquiro uses the ropes to stand and quickly swings. Brandon tries to roll away, but gets caught in the side with it. It digs into Brandon's side, ripping the flesh away. A bloody wound now sits on Brandon's right side. Aquiro gets a smirk and swings again, but this time he does miss. Brandon makes it to the corner and helps himself up. Aquiro swings and misses again, getting the hook lodged into the turnbuckle. He turns to see where Brandon went and Brandon executes a superkick on Aquiro. Aquiro falls back and catches the back of his head on the hook. He then falls forward and Brandon falls also. He turns Aquiro over slowly and covers. One... Two... THRE-KICKOUT!!!!! Jerry and Bob: WHAT THE HELL?! Jerry: Did he really just kick out?! Bob: He did! The crowd roars with excitement and cheer as it happens, not really wanting the match to end. Brandon stands up, holding the hole in his side. Blood is still pouring out, as it is from Aquiro's arm. He kicks Aquiro and undoes the meat hook. Brandon takes his shirt off and looks at the wound. The crowd gasps at the sight of it and Brandon shakes his head. He stumbles to Aquiro as Aquiro starts getting to his knees. Brandon flips the hook, handle side out and swings at Aquiro. The handle slams Aquiro's jaw, but he doesn't go down. Aquiro in a dazed state, looks at Brandon. Brandon swings again. And again, Aquiro doesn't go down. Aquiro lifts his hand and flips Brandon off. Brandon, in a fit of rage, flips the hook back around and slams the point into Aquiro's hand, right into the closed wound from the crucifixion match. Aquiro screams out as Brandon grabs the chair. He swings the chair hard and nails Aquiro, knocking him back. Brandon drops the chair and falls forward at the same time. As both men crash to their backs, both Aquiro's arm and Brandon's arm pin the other man. The ref looks confused and drops for the count... One.... Two.... THREE!!! Jerry: What the hell? Who is the winner?! Bob: I...I don't know Jer. Is it a draw? The ref talks something over with Tim Marshal. Out from the back, Crystal Cole and Commissioner Izzy Omega walk. The ref hops out and begins talking to them. The mics pick up a little of what’s being said. Izzy: We need this match restarted. There must be a winner. Crystal... Crystal looks at the ring, seeing her husband covered in blood. Izzy: I know its tough, but if Brandon wants to prove something to Aquiro, this has to happen. Crystal thinks for a moment as the crowd goes from the boos to them cheering "LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!" Crystal: Ring the bell...we need a winner. The ref runs back to the ring and slides in. He says something to Tim Marshal. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, due to orders from Crystal Cole...this match must have a winner and WILL continue! Izzy goes to leave, but Crystal stands on the rampway, watching. Jerry: Well...you heard right folks. A winner must be determined! Bob: And its like Izzy said. There is a lot riding on this for Brandon...as well as Aquiro. As both men start to rise, Aquiro pulls the hook from his hand. Brandon stumbles around a little. Both men bump each other. Aquiro turns with a vicious swing with the hook, aiming for Cole's head. Brandon ducks and kicks Aquiro in the gut. He quickly hits a Cool Cutter on Aquiro, unfortunately, once again, both men land in a position of both being pinned. The ref drops down and counts. One... Jerry: The hell is he doing? He said a winner must be determined! Two.... Bob: I have no idea. B. Cool moves his free arm to wipe the blood from his face, thus lifting his shoulder. THREE!!!!! Tim Marshal: Here is your winner...BRANDON COLE!!!!! Brandon rolls out of the ring slowly as "Raise Up" starts playing. Crystal runs over and gives him a hug, checking on his wounds. The EMT's run out and start to work on Cole. Brandon looks back at the ring, seeing Aquiro laying there in the ring. He turns back around and makes his way to the back. As he goes up the ramp, he glares at the rest of the Punkz, who just stare at him, stunned in disbelief. Whether it be his insanity in the match or his valor, we don't know. He gets to the back as his music stops. Jerry: Brandon Cole did what he said folks. He took it to Aquiro and beat him at his own game. Bob: What a bloodbath! Aquiro slowly sits up as the EMTs try to get him to be still. He holds his left arm with his right as the arena falls eerily silent. He pushes the EMTs off of him with his good arm and very painfully gets to his feet. Breathing hard he looks around, coated in his own blood and B. Cool's, like an ancient warrior. Bob: I don't know if Aquiro should be trying to move on his own right now. Jerry: Bob, love him or hate him; this guy is almost unstoppable when it comes to punishment. Bob: Sometimes I wonder what would happen if he got his life straight. As Aquiro stands there, dripping blood he slowly makes his way toward the ropes as an "AQUIRO" chant swells in the crowd at Fallout until the arena is cheering the effort he put forth and the sacrifices he made in the match. He pauses, closing his eyes as the chants wash over him, a soft smile crossing his lips. The battle had been lost but they still loved him. With the help of The Punkz, Aquiro got out of the ring and made his way up the ramp, raising a fist to the crowd with his good arm before disappearing into the back. Jerry: Wow. Incredible. That was absolutely incredible. I swear, Bob, I’m in blooood heaven. Bob: It was bloody, it was brutal, and it was a great match all around, not to mention a great victory for B Cool. Jerry: Yeah. Whatever it was that he was trying to prove tonight, he proved it. Doesn’t even matter what it was. Bob: Wow. You must’ve reeeeally loved that match. Jerry: That I did, Bob. That I did. Anyway, it’s now time to move onto… Suddenly, “Take The Power’ by The Cult hits the speakers and Crystal makes her way out onto the stage and over to the podium. A few superstars have gathered in the pit to see what’s going on. Jerry: Here we go Bob.. If my guess is right, we have a new boss! Bob: I think Crystal would’ve told us that before Fallout, Jerry. Jerry: Hey three years..three different owners.. Bob: Three years and two different owners. Frank was one third owner. Jerry: Still an owner. Bob: Whatever.. Jerry: Hey watch it! I might be your boss! Bob: I highly doubt that. Crystal waits for the fans to quiet down before speaking into the microphone at the podium. Crystal: Tonight has not been the greatest night for my family. As you well know, my niece was kidnapped this evening. It is taking pretty much all of my resolve and strength to stand here before you tonight instead of being in the back helping find out what happened to her. However, the plan this year was to incorporate the hall of fame induction ceremony into Fallout and that’s what we’re going to do. The show must go on. Jerry: For those of you just joining us, I don’t know why you’d be just joining us now but at any rate… Kyra Pierce was kidnapped by a man who looked like Joe Kerr. Details are sketchy and we all are pretty much in shock but we will give you details as they become available. Bob: I’m in awe of Crystal’s ability to continue on like this. Jerry: It’s her business sense and perhaps a coping mechanism. I’m sure she feels pretty helpless right now. Crystal: To have a gold statue placed in the hall of fame is the highest honor the SWA can bestow upon a superstar. Some truly great people are in there, including the wife of this year’s first inductee. He has bailed the SWA out of a lot of problems, committed me to an institution, burned bridges for the good of the company and above all has always stood up for what he believes in. More recently, his exploits as Skyfall champion has earned him the respect of many on the roster and even the moniker of “The Ironman”. Our first inductee to the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance hall of fame for 2008 is “The Ironman” Alan Drake. “Gallon of Faith” by 8KOunt begins to play as Alan makes his way out onto the stage. Crystal moves away from the podium and nods to him as he takes his place there and begins to speak. Alan Drake: I can’t begin to explain the feelings that are going through my head right now. First and foremost I would like to express my deep sorrow at what has transpired tonight. I will help both the Coles as well as Derek to find Kyra in any way I can. If I can help, please let me know. I am at your disposal. He looks to Crystal who says thank you to Alan but the microphone doesn’t pick it up. Alan Drake: I also feel excited and apprehensive as we look forward to a new year in the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance. It seems just like yesterday I stepped into the SWA arena and signed my contract but that was on July 26th, 2006. Here we are over two years later and I am considered the man to beat. He smiles. Alan Drake: I never thought I would stir up as much trouble as I did and I certainly didn’t think that I’d end up committing my boss or pissing off her husband, but I have. By the way Brandon, I’m really sorry about the nose. I know it’s healed and all but would it make it square if I broke Saber’s tonight? Ya know just to show you there’s no hard feelings? He looks at Crystal. Alan Drake: Do you think it would? Crystal can’t help but smirk. Alan Drake: What could it hurt? It might be an improvement. The fans go crazy. Alan Drake: I think the fans think it could be an improvement. He laughs a bit before continuing. Alan Drake: This place is truly special. It touches the lives of everyone who comes in and out of it. It’s on the tongues of people who left for spiteful reasons long after they’ve left and it’s in the hearts forever of those who are loyal. I owe my entire life to this place. My life I feel truly began when I met my wife and then asked her to marry me at New Year’s Evolution in 2006. When I came in, I was “The Dragon”, Alan Drake. My first promo tape was called “The Dragon Unleashed” and if you don’t believe me there’s an archive truck in the back. I should sue Nick Saber for copyright infringement. Now I am “The Ironman” because I, unlike my opponent have evolved into something better. I took advantage completely of what this place has to offer and I look forward to being one of the cornerstones that help Brandon, Crystal and Kristen carry it far into the future. The fans cheer as he moves away from the podium and gives Crystal a hug. He says something to her and she nods. Jerry: And that’s what it’s all about. Bob: Yes I do believe that Alan Drake hit the nail right on the head. Although I remember how upset you were when that moment happened. Jerry: Shut up Bob. Alan gives her a reassuring smile before he departs the stage area and Crystal takes the podium again. Crystal: Our next inductee was unable to be with us tonight. However, even in spite of current situations, her brother has agreed to say some words in her honor. She is a former Xtreme champion and was also one half of the tag team champions with Rachel Drake. This diva is well known for her viciousness and violent nature. It is this nature that led her to participate in Weapons versus Weapons matches against Shadow not once, but twice. Recently, she has dealt with more woes in her life than most of us can even imagine. Our next inductee in the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance hall of fame for 2008 is Samantha Lavelle. Here on her behalf is her brother Derek. “Inside the Fire” by Disturbed plays and Derek comes out. It’s obvious he’s upset by what’s been going on but he’s trying to hide it. He takes the podium and draws in a deep breath before speaking. Derek Lavelle: If it wasn’t for that meddling bastard Frank Leesburg, I never would have known that “The Baddest Bitch in the SWA” was my sister. Samantha has more strength and more resolve than anyone I know. She has dealt with so much throughout her career and even more so recently. I think we all agree that if James Lightening ever shows his rotten face in this federation again he is guaranteed an ass beating by not only me but every one of Samantha’s friends. She did not deserve what she got for his ignorance. She should be in the ring competing tonight at the grandest stage the SWA has to offer but she’s not. I ask for all of you to keep her in your thoughts and keep sending her get well cards and all your well wishes. Maybe we’ll see Phoenix rise from the ashes. Derek swallows and Crystal moves to hug Derek. As they hug, the camera cuts to a fan holding a sign saying “We want the firebird back!” Derek moves away from Crystal and points to that fan, tears starting to fall down his cheeks. Alan steps out from the back and wraps his arm around his friend before guiding him towards the back. Crystal looks on, a saddened look on her face. She steps back up to the podium and swallows. Once she’s sure she’s not about to lose her own composure, she continues. Bob: It’s been a hard night not only for the Coles but for Derek. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Samantha and we hope to see her back in the ring soon. Jerry sniffles. Crystal: Our next inductee has had a great night thus far and it’s only about to get better. He defeated Lizzard to become a three time Xtreme champion. He has held the Anarchy title, and the Intercontinental title. This man has competed in some crazy matches throughout his career in the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance and he has always bled SWA. The next Inductee in the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance hall of fame is Russell Brown. Crystal moves out of the way as Frontline by Pillar plays and Russell makes his way out onto the stage. He walks over to the podium and smiles. Russell Brown: Wow, just wow. Honestly I don’t know what to say beside the fact that I’ve truly honored and that this is going to be short and sweet. But I’ll try my best. He pauses. Russell Brown: I would first like to say congratulations to Samantha Lavelle and Alan Drake. Two great wrestlers and two great people that get the job done and have tremendous respect from other individuals in this industry. But just being in the same category and the same class of the hall of fame is a great honor and is simply sensational! Kind of like me. He grins. Russell Brown: I mean I’ve been in the SWA for just about three years and I’ve done some fun and sensational things. Such as end some careers, win some gold and make fun of some people such as Russell Brand…that ass hole. He pauses. Russell Brown: But honestly these have been the best years of my life because I’ve met a lot of cool people, made a lot of friends but most importantly have had a lot of fun and I never would have guessed that it would have taken me here… He pauses. Russell Brown: A spot in the hall of fame, the greatest honor any individual can have. Now sure there are other great honors such as holding championship gold, which I’ve done except for one. That one being the Skyfall Championship and that’s okay that I haven’t gotten to it yet because everyday it gives me something to fight for, something to look forward to but I guarantee to you all that one day I will be the Skyfall Champion. He pauses. Russell Brown: Thank you all so much for your support but as of right now I’m just your SWA Hall of Famer and I’m just Simply Sensational! With that he walks off. Jerry: Ya know I think Russell Brown will be someone to watch in 2009. Bob: I think people are enjoying watching him now. He’s a great wrestler with a bright future. As Russ disappears backstage, Crystal takes the podium again. Crystal: Our final inductee has no idea, not even a remote one that he’s going in this year. I’ve watched him grow from fan, to manager, to my husband and finally to VP of this company. He has shown himself to be a true competitor in spite of all the petty insults thrown at him about favoritism and other nonsense. He has truly earned his spot here. The final inductee in the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance hall of fame for 2008 is Brandon Cole. And he’ll probably come out here regardless of whether it gives the doctors fits or not. Sure enough, “Raise Up” by Saliva hits the speakers and Crystal just shakes her head as B Cool comes out, his wounds from his hellish match heavily bandaged. He manages a smile as he reaches the podium. He seems still a bit out of breath as he speaks. B Cool: Uh… wow. Seriously. This is something. It really is. He turns his smile on the crowd. B Cool: I truly feel honored. When I first became a wrestler, I wasn’t even really sure I could do it. I thought I’d just end up getting hurt. But, well, look at me now. He makes a gesture at his bandages and winces. B Cool: I just want to thank all of you. The fans for supporting me, the guys in the back, most of them at least, and my lovely wife, Crystal, who did this entirely without my knowledge. He smiles warmly at her. B Cool: You all are great, and I hope I can keep doing whatever it was that got me this spot. I can only promise what I always have. To keep giving you my best in every match I participate in. And now, I feel like that promise is enough. Thank you all once again. Brandon moves over to his wife and hugs her. Crystal buries her face in his shoulder and begins crying. He holds her and looks around, not sure what to do. Finally he leads her into the back. Jerry: Was that it? Bob: I guess so Jer. Everyone’s strength has a limit and I think Crystal reached hers. She’s a very strong woman. I don’t even know how she got that far. Whoever kidnapped Kyra will get theirs and I hope they burn in hell for ruining the celebration of all the hard work the Coles put into this place. “Black Illusion” by Ozzy Osbourne hits the speakers as Atomic Punk makes her way out onto the stage. She moves over to the podium, setting the award she was carrying on it and speaks into the microphone. Atomic Punk: You guys didn’t think it was over did you? The fans go wild, thinking that all of this was just a stage ploy. Bob: This is really brave of Kristen. Jerry: The show must go on… Atomic Punk: Fallout is the party of the year. It’s the celebration of another year ending and a new one beginning for us. We like to go all out, whether it is the matches, the announcements or now the awards ceremony. However, this year we decided to do something a bit different. We have decided to start a new tradition. A tradition honoring not only those who give their all in the ring for you but those that help behind the curtain as well. This award is the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance person of the year. Our first ever recipient of this award may have done some negative things in his career but the good he has done has by far outweighed the bad. He has brought smiles to fan’s faces as well as his own form of competition to the squared circle and is truly a legend in his own right. Although he doesn’t seem like one since he’s currently backstage moping about not getting into the hall of fame this year. Ladies and gentlemen, the first ever SWA person of the year…Izzy Omega. Bob: But Izzy Omega may have kidnapped Kyra! Jerry: We don’t know that for sure. Bob: Oh you need more clues Jerry? As if the face paint wasn’t enough..we SAW him! The Game by Motorhead plays as Izzy makes his way out onto the stage. He smiles at Kristen who moves out of his way, gesturing for him to take the podium. Izzy: First of all...I wasn't moping...I had some indigestion. But, its gone now. The crowd laughs a little. Izzy: Wow...um. I, uh, I had no speech because I didn't know I was getting this. So, I guess the real good ones come from the heart eh? When you’re put on the spot. He looks at the award. Izzy: Person of the year. Wow. A long time ago, a kid from Vegas left home, skipped college and went into an indy fed. Little did he know that twelve years later, he would be standing in front of all you people, accepting an award at a Hall of Fame ceremony. Through everything I have done, I have said and I have accomplished...people still recognize that, beyond everything, there is an actual human being in here. The love that I have for this sport is something that a lot of people have. But mine goes far beyond theirs. When I go to meetings, set up matches and stand backstage, it's not because it's my job. It's because every single man and woman that walks out of that curtain deserves to be held up in their match. They have worked their asses off, delivering promos and entertaining, not only you, but us in the locker room and roster as well. They bust their asses all the time. I am honored to say I work along side each and every one of you....even Nick Saber. The crowd laughs again. Izzy: What I have done and said in the past is just that, a past. Some would say it's a storybook one. Some would say checkered. But it's mine. It's what built a legacy for me. It's something that I wish my family were able to see. Something I wish my son would have been able to look at and say "I want to be like dad." Everything I have done in my career has been all owed to them. And, when I retired a few months back, it wasn't the way I wanted to go out. I had my personal reasons for it. But I looked within myself and said "No, I need to go back." And when I did, I accomplished more. I'd seen more. I watched two people get back together who were in love. I watched a Vice President give me his all. I watched friends come and go. And I watched a teenager give an old guy a run for his money like he has never had. He laughs a little. Izzy: I won Money in the Bank and lost it a short time later. But through all of this...I had seen the support, the comradely and, above all else, the loving family I was leaving behind. That family is the SWA. A family I would never turn my back on. When Crazy was canned from the SWA, he tried getting me to go with him, during a phone call. I stayed. When Lestat left...after his brief stint, he tried getting me to go to his home and make it mine. I declined and stayed. I have been offered a lot of chances to go and stake my claim to other companies...but I never left. I stayed here. I bleed the SWA colors and the SWA bleeds the black and white of Izzy. Just like it bleeds the colors of every single wrestler who sits in those locker rooms. For twelve years, I have given my blood, my sweat and my tears for different companies. But this one...this one I can now call home. But...There is someone who would also like a chance to talk. Someone who...well...feels he is being neglected through this thing. Hang on. Izzy ducks down for a few moments and stands back up with white face paint and red streaked across his mouth in a quick fashion. He looks around with a smirk as the fans laugh and actually clap. Joe Kerr: Well, well. Seems the old guy got his award. And where am I? Bottom of the barrel for the thank yous. And who do we have watching this tonight. Well, Nick Saber...hey there champ. Ladies and gents. After working with Mr. Saber, he revealed something to me. He did. We talked about childhood and he told me that he found out his birth certificate was an apology from the condom factory. Yeah...quite the...sad moment. The crowd lets out an "Oooh," but laughs at the joke also. Joe: I shouldn't be so harsh though. Nick does do the work of three men...Larry, Curley and Moe. They laugh again. Joe looks around and squints. Joe: Hey, it's Riz. You know Riz, anyone who told you to be yourself simply couldn't have given you worst advice. I heard you told old man Izzy to come down to the ring as me. But I heard they changed your mind...so...what'd they do with the diaper? The crowd laughs again as Joe smirks looking Riz's way. He looks around and spots Sirus Shade. Joe: Sirus, are you mooning me or smiling? And where is Aaron? You know Aaron...after all we've been through, now I kno why you're mommy's favorite mistake. He laughs again, scanning the crowd. Joe: Ahhh...Ebony, Nice chest...my compliments to your surgeon. Lets see.... Still scanning, the crowd "Oohs" again. Joe: Shut up, you were thinking the same. Paul Deatheridge...haven't seen you in forever. Look, I wanted to say I didn't mean to upset you with the whole...Mimic thing. Look, that was months ago, its past. The crowd oohs again. Joe: Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week. The crowd laughs and Izzy goes back to Izzy. Izzy: Seriously though folks. Those were all just jokes. You guys are great and I just hope you continue to stay that way. Thank you for the honor and it is a privilege to entertain you. Thank you so much. The crowd claps as Izzy holds up the award. He moves over to Kristen as if he’s going to hug her. She raises her arms and as he comes closer wraps him in them for a hug but he has other ideas. He lays a lip lock on her. Kristen resists at first, moving her hands to his chest to push him away but finally she gives in to it. It doesn’t last very long and as he pulls away, she looks shocked. He just smiles slightly and heads into the back. Bob: What the hell was that! Jerry: Uh..it looked like Izzy Omega laid a lip lock on your girl. Bob: And she kissed him back! Jerry: Now wait a minute Bob you’re jumping to conclusions..she resisted first. Bob: It didn’t look that way to me! Jerry: Bob, I assure you, she resisted. Bob: I… I can’t believe this. Why would she… How could she… Jerry: Oh boy. This isn’t good. Bob: No. Don’t worry about it. I’ll… I’ll keep doing the show. Jerry: You had better. Bob: (sounding subdued) I will. The wrestlers who had come to watch the proceedings finally separate, and head off to the back. At last, AP leaves the podium, and heads to the back herself. She looks quickly at Bob, perhaps knowing what’s in his head, but not wishing to deal with it at the moment. An official appears, and takes away the podium as well, leaving the stage area set for the next match. Jerry: Well… Alright. I actually thought the Hall of Fame ceremony was going to be after the show, but that was pretty sweet. Except the end, Bob. Except the end. Don’t raise your fist at me like that. Whew. Anyway, we have to move onto the main event! That’s right, folks. You’ve waited, you’ve watched, and it all comes down to this. In just a few moments, Alan Drake comes back out here to take on Nick Saber for the Skyfall Championship. And remember, Alan said he’d break Saber’s nose! He practically promised me blooooood! Tim, make him deliver that promise all the faster. ( Alan Drake vs. Nick Saber - Skyfall Championship ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWA Skyfall Championship! The lights go out in the arena and up on the Skytron, the words "Death, no longer applies" appears. Three slot reels appear and a crank of a lever is heard. The reels start spinning and finally come to a stop on three dragons' heads and a roar is heard. The first part of The Game, by Disturbed is heard, only to start skipping on the line "Tell me exactly what I'm supposed to do." It is then replaced by the opening riff of Sabotage by the Beastie Boys. That is abruptly replaced by the chorus of "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed. The music suddenly cuts off and images of masks fly across the Skytron. The masks appear to be familiar in the montage but they move too quickly to be certain. The words "Darkness, pierced by darkness" appear on the Skytron, accompanied by the first line in the chorus of "In the Shadows" by The Rasmus. The music fades out and a breathless anticipation rolls over the arena. Suddenly, a blast of music consisting of Pompeii by ES. Posthumas, Step Up by Drowning Pool, and Shock and Terror by CKY rips across the arena, only to fade out again. The lights slowly come back on, but not enough to reveal anything. Although, it does reveal a bank of fog at the entrance to the ramp. Suddenly, a large explosion emits from the mist, sending pyro and fireworks everywhere. A large light shines in the middle of the mist, only to be obscured by a man's shadow. He stands there momentarily, and then raises his arm and brings it down, sending out a huge explosion of pyro that completely clears away the mist. Saber stands at the entrance way, staring down at the ring before snapping his head around, almost as if he's surprised to be in the arena. He waits for another moment, as he would in his normal entrance if his music was playing, then begins to walk down the entrance ramp, ignoring the fans for the time being. Tim Marshal: Introducing the challenger, from somewhere, weighing in at 225 pounds, Nick Saber! Jerry: Ok, Bob. Now, explain this to me. If Saber’s left his past behind him… Why exactly did we just see an entrance where it was practically thrown in our faces? Bob: I… I don’t know, Jerry. Jerry: Oh come on, Bob. Lighten up. Bob: Would you? Jerry: Well… No, probably not. But you’re Bob. Mr. The Show Must Go On. Bob: Yeah. I suppose. Well, Nick Saber says a lot of things. Most of them aren’t true, and none of them make sense. Jerry: Wow. Well put. He walks down slowly, until he has at last reached ringside. He walks over to the steps, climbing them just as slowly, and entering the ring. He goes over to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle, looking around. After another brief pause, Saber back flips, landing in the center of the ring and raising his arm, fist in the air as 10,000 fists answer him, the crowd screaming their heads off for the superstar. Saber then turns back to the opposite corner from the ramp entrance and slumps down in it, awaiting his opponent. Jerry: Man. Listen to the crowd. I’ll bet most of them are screaming in anticipation of the match, though, rather than Saber himself. Bob: Probably. Jerry: OK, we’re not gonna start the whole one word answer thing… Bob: Yep. Jerry: Oy… Well, folks, at least I get to demonstrate again just why I’m head announcer. Suddenly drums kick in and are followed up by guitar as “Gallon of Faith” by 8KOunt hits the speakers. As the vocal track comes in and “HEY!” is yelled, pyro explodes from the stage. The fans begin cheering as the Skytron begins showing footage of various Alan Drake matches, such as Alan kicking B. Cool in the face, Alan glaring into the camera after the attack made by Sirus and Haddon and Alan holding the Skyfall championship. Alan himself steps out of the smoke lingering from the pyro and grins. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the SWA Skyfall Champion, Alan Drake! Jerry: And as expected, the crowd’s going nuts for Alan Drake. I think I was right. It seems to me their chants are louder for him than they were for Saber. Bob: Could be. Jerry: It’s been a while since Alan’s been in the ring, as well, but I’m gonna make a bet that he’s been keeping up with training and such. Alan’s not the type to let himself rust. Bob: You said it. Jerry: This is really starting to annoy me, Bob. He makes his way down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. Once inside, he takes his corner and looks across at Saber. He gives him a smile, and the ring mics pick him up saying “Welcome to the trap.” Saber tries to act cool, ignoring Alan’s comment. Jerry: Welcome to the trap? What’d that mean? Bob: Obviously it’s a reference to Alan’s claims throughout the week that Saber was walking into a trap the whole time. Jerry: Hmm. Yeah. I guess. Bob: It is. Jerry: Alright, alright. Simmer down, now. The bell rings. Saber instantly adopts an aggressive stance, and rushes Drake. Drake stands poised for a second, then does a little lunge of his own, catching Saber with a shoulder block that completely reverses his momentum and sends him crashing to the mat. Jerry: Bam! Shoulder block. And Alan hardly had to move for that one. Bob: Yep. Saber flips to his feet before Alan can take advantage. Alan steps forward and lunges again, going for Saber’s arms, but Saber spins away, and sends a vicious back kick into Alan’s chest. To his credit, Alan doesn’t fall, but he is knocked back into his corner. Jerry: Oooo. Gonna feel that one in the old ribs, eh, Bob? Bob: I guess he will. After a few staggering moments, Alan steps forward confidently. Saber reaches out in an attempt to grapple, but Alan sends a hard chop into his chest, knocking his arm away in the same motion. The sound of the chop rings out, and Alan smiles. Of course, the crowd accompanies the move with a “wooooo!” Jerry: Woooooo! And there’s a chop by Alan Drake. Saber’s chest is turning red! Wooooo! Bob: What are you doing, Jerry? Jerry: I’m getting into the match, Bob. Ya know, like you used to do when a match was actually good. Come on! Saber’s getting owned! Bob: Yeah. Sure. Jerry: Folks, as usual, I apologize for him. Alan hits Saber with another chop, again accompanied by the expected exclamation from both the crowd and Jerry, as well as a cry from Saber. Alan shuts him up with an uppercut to the chin that knocks him flat. Jerry: Oooo! Alan Tyson! That was sweet! Alan smirks and stomps on Saber’s already bruised chest. Again Saber cries out as yet more blood vessels are ruptured. Jerry: And Alan layin into Saber now… It’s only a matter of time. Bob: Good. Jerry: Bob! Alan stomps Saber’s chest a few more times for good measure. When he finally stops, he looks over at the fans, and smiles, pointing toward his nose. The crowd remember his promise from earlier, and begin screaming in anticipation. Some begin chanting “Break his nose! Break his nose!” Still grinning, Alan steps forward, raises his foot, and slams it down with all his might right into the center of Nick Saber’s face. Saber’s nose snaps under the sudden pressure, and one can only guess as to how his teeth did through the ordeal. Alan raises his foot, looks at it, nods at the blood, then looks down at Saber’s face, which is now a mess. What was Saber’s nose is now a twisted, shattered mass of bloody flesh and bone. The crowd continues to scream, and Alan steps back, allowing Saber to stand and regain his bearings, perhaps so as to experience all the pain of his new injury before Alan attacked again. Jerry: Yes! Bloooood! Alan kept his promise, and he and B Cool are square! Hey, they should put Saber on ITSC! That would be hilarious! Bob: Does ITSC even exist anymore? Jerry: Of course it does. And it’ll be back before ya know it? Bob: How would you know? Jerry: I have inside sources. Bob: Whatever. Saber is on his feet now, and tries to force his eyes to look down what’s left of his nose so he can inspect the damage without touching it. Once he’s fully acknowledged what has happened, he becomes viciously angry. He rushes Drake, hammering into him with a flurry of attacks which contain both brawler-style punches, and martial arts maneuvers. Jerry: Woe! Uh, maybe breaking his nose wasn’t such a good idea, Alan. Bob: Alan looks a little stunned, but he’s not going down. Jerry: Oh good. You are trying now. Bob: Yeah, figure it’s about time… Jerry: Well anyway, you have to figure Alan is on a sort of high after being inducted into the hall of fame just a little while ago. Suddenly, Saber breaks away, and runs at the ropes, bouncing off of them. As he comes back, he spears Alan and, as Alan falls, goes for the rollup. Jerry: Wooooe! Saber with the advantage… the rollup… 1… 2… Alan counters the move, initiating a rollup of his own. Bob: The counter! 1… 2… Then, out of nowhere, Alan rolls back over, quite literally countering himself and putting himself back in the position of being rolled up. Jerry: And… the… counter? 1… 2… 3! The bell rings, and Saber’s music begins to play. Bob: Uh… Jerry: What just happened? What did Alan just do? Bob: Uh… It looks like… Jerry: What would you even call that? The anti-counter? Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the new SWA Skyfall Champion, Nick Saber! The crowd offers a mixed reaction as Saber gets to his feet. Bob: I don’t know. Jerry: Can… Can we get a replay here? The event is replayed on their monitors, and the Skytron. Saber goes for the rollup, Alan counters successfully, has it in the bag, and then simply rolls back over. Saber gets the three count. Jerry: Man. I just don’t believe it. As Nick Saber stands...he awaits the Skyfall Title to be handed to him. The ref just turns and Nick spins him around. The ref shrugs. Just then, "The Game" starts to play. Jerry: Well, I guess some light is going to be shed. Bob: But, it didn't seem like Alan was really into this match. He usually has this fire in him that, well, wasn't seen. Jerry: He threw the freakin match, Bob. That’s what’s going on. This has nothing to do with the fire Alan does or does not have. As Nick looks on, Izzy opens his coat to reveal the Skyfall Title around HIS waist. Jerry: Will you look at that! Bob: Did Izzy make himself Skyfall Champion?! Jerry: How Bob? He wasn't in the match! The music dies off and Izzy pulls out a mic. Izzy: Well, what a way to cap off a huge night of matches eh? Nick Saber did it! He beat the Ironman....or did he? Jerry: What's he talking about? Izzy: You see, let me take a stroll down memory lane. It all began after Junkyard Hell. That man in the ring spouted off about how he beat me. He took Izzy Omega out. Well, that really didn't sit well with me. A plan started forming in my head. A plan to get him back. And, it just so happens that a Money In The Bank match was coming. I knew way before anyone else. So a plan formed. I bust my ass, win the match and carry the case. You think I would be stupid enough to put it against a man who didn't deserve it on accident? Please. And so I invoked a match with you for my case. And seeming how I never lose ties with a certain family... Just then, Jac Morgan walks out with a grin. Izzy looks at him and pats him on the back with a firm handshake. They both look back at the ring. Izzy: I had a talk with young Jac here. Seems he had a problem with you too. And so, to pull the proverbial wool, we set up the attack and declared you winner. Now then...it came time for your match with Alan. Alan felt that there was really no competition for him in the SWA or in this match for that matter. We had a long talk...Alan, Rachel and I...over dinner. He agreed to do a little something. Lend a hand if you will. Jerry: Where is he going with this? Bob: I don't know...but its getting interesting. Izzy: So, two hours before this event, Alan Drake had handed the Skyfall Title over to me. Jerry: WHAT?! Bob: THAT'S why Alan didn't come down with it! Jerry: I was wondering where the belt was… Izzy: So, therefore...your winner of the match is Nick Saber. Unfortunately...he is NOT...the Skyfall Champion. Nick, don't worry though. I have already lined you up to be in the match for this very belt. That's right. You, along with the rest of the SWA roster, can compete for this belt at, what I am considering MY pay per view, Trick or Treat. For the winner of the Costume Battle Royal will be named the Undisputed Skyfall Champion. So... He looks at his watch. Izzy: From now until then...start training. Have a good night and congrads on the win...CHAMP! "The Game" starts again as Izzy and Jac have a laugh. Nick is seething. Alan, by this time has already made his way to the top of the ramp. Jerry: What in the hell is going on?! Bob: Well, It was all one huge plot set up by Izzy. Jerry: Izzy Omega has gotten the last laugh on Nick Saber. How will this effect the SWA now? Who will become the Skyfall Champion? Bob: Well, we will be finding out at Trick or Treat! Jerry: Right. But until then, we… Suddenly, the lights go out, and on the SkyTron we see a person looking down as the head slowly rises it becomes clear that it is a pig mask with a wig of long black hair on it. The camera rests on the face as a deep and raspy voice is heard coming through the speakers of the arena as the mask slowly moves from side to side. "I want to play a game." Jerry: Uh… what is this? Bob: I really truthfully have no idea. On the screen, the mask has disappeared and now a man is shown tied up inside a ring, strapped to ring ropes in a corner as a machine begins to crank on the outside of the ring. It appears that he is slowly being stretched. The camera cuts away back to the pig mask, and the sound of ripping flesh and horrific screams are heard as blood begins to slowly drip down the screen. The voice is heard again, and the pig head slowly begins to turn left to right again as the camera pans out exposing more and more of the masked figure wearing a long red leather trench coat and gloves. "It is time for the SWA to play a game. A game in which you will either live, or you will die. The tools of your demise have been laid out before you all. And at Trick or Treat you will all be tested. Nick Saber, your victory tonight means nothing as it is an empty one. Just like your promises and your ideas. You will not receive what you feel you have worked so hard for. Instead you will now face the creator. The master mind and the man who looks to bring you salvation. My reasons are just. My love is endless. You will learn to cherish your life. You will see what I see. And if you can not, you will fail the game." Soon the SkyTron goes black and the lights in the arena still remain off. After a few second the lights come back on and the masked figure is standing behind Nick Saber. Jerry: Uh… might wanna turn around, Nick… The figure takes Nick by the back of the head and quickly throws him out of the ring. Nick lays motionless on the outside as the voice is heard coming through the speakers again. "Saber, the game is far from over. Its just begun. The puzzle can not be completed, until all the pieces, are in place." The lights go out again and when they come back on Nick is still motionless on the arena floor and the figure has disappeared. All that is left is the pig mask and a blank puzzle piece is now on the screen as the song "Hello Zepp" by Charley Clouser begins to play through the speakers. As the song plays the arena is flooded in red light as the image of the puzzle piece on the screen begins to spin around and then the word "JIGSAW" appears on it. Bob: So who was that? Jerry: What? You haven’t seen the movie? Dude, that was Jigsaw from the Saw movies! Bob: But that’s a movie! Jerry: Well, that guy sure looked and acted like him… except he didn’t capture him… Hmm… Bob: He left Saber laid out, though. Jerry: Ain’t no arguing that. And what a way to end Fallout, folks. Nick Saber is laid out in the ring, even in spite of the fact that he got the win tonight. Bob: The win was far from untainted, though, as was the Hall of Fame ceremony. Jerry: Right. And while Bob sorts out his personal issues, I’ll close out what has been a fantastic show. We’ve had controversy, we’ve had blooooood, we’ve had laughs, and we’ve had cries. Bob: Well, you have, at least. Jerry: And you’re probably going to after the show’s over. Bob: Shut up, Jerry. Jerry: Nope, cause I’m head announcer. Anyway, folks, we hope you enjoyed the show tonight. It’s a new year in the SWA now, and don’t any of you forget it. Things are gonna be different. I think the questions raised tonight, as well as certain other events that took place, will ensure that much. Thank you for joining us, and happy birthday SWA! Goodnight! The camera zooms in on Saber’s prone form, but we do not fade there. Instead, we switch to a shot of the enormous, and very colorful, Fallout banner, flying high and proud. A second shot shows us the fans, specifically a group of them holding up individual signs that spell “FALLOUT.” On this, we fade to the SWA logo, and at last, to black. |
