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Voice: Every year, it comes again. We see clips of past Fallout events. Voice: Everything leads up to it. It's like the punchline of a great joke. Like the final plot twist in a great story. Without fail, big things happen every year here. There is no question, the SWA's birth night is marked in some way. This is where chapters close, and new ones begin. This is where history is made, and acknowledged. It is a night of change. A night of growth. We now see the card for this particular show, and flashes of the participating superstars. Voice: Another year is added to the SWA's legacy. One can expect an explosive night tonight, and when it's all said and done, we will all have felt... A shot of Damien and Alan appears, and freezes next to the Fallout logo. Voice:: The Fallout. The shot remains for a few more seconds, and then we fade slowly into the arena, where "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin is playing. Pyros explode, fans cheer, and signs are waved as the huge Fallout banner flies high. Confetti pours down over the crowd, and the Fallout banner is soon joined by a giant number 4. More pyros explode, some in the shape of the number 4, and the fans manage to turn the volume up a notch. We make a few passes over them, and at last come to a stop on Bob and Cal. Bob: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the SWA's fourth birthday, and welcome to Fallout! I'm Bob Macatire alongside Cal Norton. Cal, how's this particular pay per view looking to you? Cal: It's lookin pretty good, Bob. We've got three title matches tonight, which already means great things are ahead, but that's not all. One of those title matches, the one for the Xtreme championship, is going to be a Metal Mayhem match. ONly the second ever Metal Mayhem Match in SWA history. Bob: That's gonna be something. And how about the Skyfall title match between Sirus, who is currently part of SWA management, and Brian Sasso? Cal: No doubt about it, that's gonna be a heated battle. Bob: And don't forget the very angry Behemoth takes on Mark Ventor for that anarchy title. Cal: And in the mood he's in, well, I wouldn't wanna mess with him. Bob: But first, we're gonna open the show with what promises to be, at the very least, an entertaining match. It's Hellcat taking on the Bread Zombie, and it starts right about now. Tim? ( Hell Cat vs. The Bread Zombie ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from the iron gates of fait…HELL CAT!! Hell Cat comes to the ring dressed in a cat suit. Restless by Within Temptation is playing on the PA system. She climbs to the top rope then dives down in to the ring landing on her feet. She faces the entrance ramp and just waits for Bread Zombie. Bob: I got a feeling – Cal: That tonight’s going to be a good night? Bob: No, that there are going to be a lot of crumbs on the mat. Cal: Oh okay, yeah that too. But will tonight be a good night? Bob: Yes, we've kinda already discussed that. Cal: I know. Just excited, that's all. Tim Marshal: And introducing her opponent from the bakery…THE BREAD ZOMBIE!! The lights become golden and an Egyptian themed music is played. Over the skytron pyros explode and breadcrumbs start to fall on the ramp in an amount that they become like a curtain. With a terrifying roar the Bread Zombie jumps through the breadcrumb curtain, dressed in an old Egyptian clothing style, bare chested and barefooted. He also wears a pharaoh death mask. Made out of bread. At this point the music changes to the toast song but still has and Egyptian theme to it. He starts to limp down the ramp and throws breadcrumbs at the fans, which he pulls out from under the skirtlike peace of cloth he is wearing. He bumps into the ring and then moans at it in anger. He raises his hands and seems to command something to the ring in moaning. Of course nothing happens. After a moment he just shrugs and climbs into the ring. In the ring he limps to a turnbuckle, climbs up and crosses his arms like the ancient pharaohs do when they are mummified. He looks form one side to the other like impersonating a bread god or something. He repeats that at all the turnbuckles. Then he limps into the middle of the ring and stares at Hellcat. Making an obscene gesture towards her. Bob: He just looks so confused some times. Cal: Kind of like Jerry. Bob: I think Jerry’s worse. Cal: Are you kidding? He thinks he's some sort of bread God now. Bob: I guess you have a point there. Still, the Bread Zombie is quite a character. The bell is then sounded and both competitors circle the ring before attempting to tie up in the center but the Bread Zombie falls over and is then kicked in the gut multiple times by Hell Cat. She then flips him over, rests on his chest and just begins to punch him multiple times in the face. This doesn’t seem to faze him though because well, he’s a zombie. Bob: The cat is on the prowl. Cal: And she’s from hell… Bob: This is very true. You've gotta wonder, though, how much that mask he's wearing is protecting him from those shots. Cal: Can't possibly be much, can it? The Bread Zombie suddenly grabs Hell Cat by the throat and just gets her off of him that way. They then get back up to their feet and Hell Cat uses her quickness to get behind the Bread Zombie and kick him a few times before jumping onto his back and attempting to put him in a sleeper hold. He winces in a pain just a little bit but quickly flips her over his shoulders and to the mat. The Bread Zombie then picks her up and puts her in the corner. Cal: He’s just so tall… Bob: And stupid. Cal: Yeah…kind of like Russell Brown without being tall. Bob: Maybe not that stupid. The zombie motions toward his mask-covered mouth. His face suddenly works as if he had spit something, but of course nothing can escape the mask. Shrugging again, the Zombie heads toward Hellcat in the corner. The Bread Zombie then hammers away with some elbows and then turns his back, grabs Hell Cat’s head and runs forward before slamming her face first to the mat with a bulldog. He then gets up in a mechanical, undead sort of way and bounces off the ropes. He attempts a leg drop but while in mid air, Hell Cat rolls out of the way. As Bread Zombie sits there holding his butt, Hell Cat gets up, bounces off the ropes and smacks him with a dropkick straight to the face. The shot forces him to lay on the mat back first. Bob: What a dropkick by Hell Cat and we weren’t kidding about her being on the prowl tonight boy. Cal: That’s for sure, she’s doing a terrific job so far. Bob: I wonder if the Bread Zombie will awake from the dead. Cal: Isn’t he already awake from the dead? Bob: Uh, I guess, in a way. I don’t really no all he ever says is….BREAD…..LIKE…BREAD!! Cal: It should start doing the Geico commercials, so easy a zombie can do it! Bob: On another note, what do you think he was spitting back there? Cal: I'm gonna go ahead and suggest that he forgot he was wearing a mask, and tried to do his bread-spitting trick. Bob: Huh. So if he were to remove that mask, his face would be... Cal: Covered in bread, yeah. Chewed bread at that. But I'll bet he's still not complaining. As Hell Cat tries to lift the Bread Zombie he keeps his ground and Hell Cat just lets go and holds her lower back some. As she does so, the Bread Zombie seizes the opportunity by trying to finish her with the Bread Basket but Hell Cat surprisingly grabs his foot, pulls him in and body slams him to the mat before hooking the leg as the ref begins the count. One! Two! Three! Hell Cat gets up in victory holding her back and then the ref raises her hand as Tim Marshal announces her name. Tim Marshal: The winner of this match by pinfall…HELL CAT!! Bob: Well what a victory for Hell Cat and what a way to kick off Fallout!! Cal: Yeah, looks like the whole God thing didn't do the Bread Zombie a whole lotta good. I'm sure we'll keep hearing from him, though. Hellcat leaves the ring, and the Bread Zombie rolls out of it, then crawls underneath, and doesn't return. Bob: Is he just gonna hang out under the ring? Cal: Kinda looks like it. Ah well, guess we oughta just move on. Bob: Hmm. Well, next up Alex Kaelin who has been very quiet this week takes on a very disappointed sounding Thomas Von Karstein Cal: We all know that Von Karstein thrives on competition and we got nothing from Alex Kaelin in terms of promos this week. Bob: Maybe this time he wants to do his talking in the ring. Cal: Come on Bob you know that if he can’t show up to promote his match he is going to be on the back foot from the start. Bob: Yes Cal I do agree with you there. So let’s see if he is ready to give more in the ring than he gave in his nonexistent promos. Take it away Tim. ( Alex Kaelin vs. Thomas Von Karstein ) The arena goes black & “I’m Bad” by The Last Vegas begins to play over the sound system. Over the music you hear a voice saying “There is a devil in all of us” and Alex Kaelin wearing his black wrestling trunks that have a tribal devil logo on the back of them as he walks out from behind the curtain. The lights in the arena begin to flash in such a way that it made it look as if Alex was walking in slow motion. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, now residing in Las Vegas Nevada, weighing two hundred and thirty five pounds, here is Alex Kaelin! Bob: Well he made it out here. That is a good start. You want to make a good impression on the biggest night of the SWA. Cal: Well if he wants to bring the SWA to its knees here would be a good place to start. Let’s see if he can do it, frankly I am rather cynical at the moment. The crowd was mixed between a chorus of boos & cheers as he walks down the aisle towards the ring. Rolling into the ring the lights turn red and he ascends the top rope throwing his hair back to look into the crowd. As he jumps down to the canvas, Alex plays to the crowd to get them going as they begin to boo him more. Alex smirks as he watches the entrance ramp and waits for his opponent to make there way out to the ring. The lights become blood red as the Title Music of Bram Stokers Dracula begins to play. Suddenly the sound of flapping wings and shrieks of a swarm of bats overlaps the music. The same time the lights begin to flash as if they were covered with flying bats. The sound and the flashing increases until it seems completely dark. Tim Marshal: Introducing, from a mountain range in Europa, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, here is Thomas Von Karstein! Bob: Cold calculating and extremely unhappy, not a good combination right now. Cal: I would say not a good combination at any time Bob, not just right now. Then in an instant the red light is back and the flapping sound is gone. In the middle of the Ring now stands Thomas von Karstein. He turns his head from one side to the other to look at the fans with a cold expression. Then he strides to a corner, climbs the turnbuckle and stares at the fans again. Still with this intensive cold stare. Then he bows. After that He removes his cloak and throws it to the fans seemingly utterly disinterested in it. Then He climbs down and goes to his corner to stare at the opponent. Thomas bows as the bell sounds and Alex just watches this but does nothing. Both men run for each other and Thomas grabs the head of Alex. He hooks him up and falls back in a strong DDT. They both get to their feet, Alex taking just that little bit longer due to the DDT. They both lock up once again. Thomas throws out a left which catches Alex on the chin. Alex responds with a right which grazes the cheek of Thomas. Thomas then shakes his head in disgust and delivers a European uppercut which causes Alex’s head to snap back. Thomas whips Alex into the ropes and catches him with a big boot. Cal: Big boot and Alex is down. Bob: Alex is really looking ill prepared here, I can’t see this match lasting much longer if it keeps going this way. Thomas looks down at his opponent, a look of disgust on his face. Thomas then picks up Alex and tosses him over the top rope and to the outside. He follows him out there and as Alex who is looking dazed gets to his feet Thomas whips him into the barricade. Thomas then drags Alex to his feet and picks him up in a choke slam. He drives him hard back first onto the ground. Cal: Wow he just slammed him hard on the lightly covered floor. Alex doesn’t look like he is with it at all. Bob: After that I don’t think many people would be. Thomas rolls Alex back into the ring and climbs in after him. He then drags him to his feet and whips him into the corner. Thomas then sits Alex on the top rope. From there he climbs onto the second rope and delivers a stunner. The move lands hard and impacts on the already weakened Alex. Thomas then Looks down at his opponent, a very disappointed look on his face. He sets up Alex and locks in a triangle hold. Bob: The darkness falls followed up by the casket, Alex is really against it here now. Alex tries to break free but the hold is locked in to tight. A few more moments pass and Alex has no choice other than to tap. The bell sounds as a disgusted Thomas gets to his feet. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Thomas Von Karstein! Cal: That’s it Bob, just like that. Bob: I hope Alex learned a lesson from this and it is onwards and upwards for Thomas Von Karstein. The lights go out and when they come back on Thomas has gone. Alex sits up and looks around. After a moment he gets to his feet and leaves the ringside area. Cal: that was a tough lesson to take for Alex Kaelin and Thomas with this new cold side just brushed him aside easily. Bob: You got that right Cal, Moving right along we have Riz taking on an old friend. After all that has happened between the two this will be interesting to say the least. Cal: What a better way to continue Fallout with two feuding SWA superstars coming face to face here tonight for the first time on pay per view. Bob: That’s right Cal. We get to see the former Anarchy Champion Riz take on a person he has had major problems with as of recently, Calypso the Deformed. Cal: We all know about their pasts together, and what better way to settle their differences than having a one on one match on the SWA’s four year anniversary. ( Riz vs. Calypso The Deformed ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!! As the power chords to "More Human Than Human" start, fire engulfs the Skytron. It drips from the screen as Allister Jenkins walks out and receives the boos. He looks around, as if confused as to the boos. He then looks behind him as Calypso walks out. Tim Marshal: Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Allister Jenkins, from Autumn Valley, weighing in at 410 pounds…Calypso the Deformed!!!!!! They make their way down the ramp, Allister smirking the whole way. Calypso is presented the ring from Allister. He grabs the top rope and lifts his leg over it. He walks to the far corner and stands, staring down at Allister as he walks over to his corner and gives final instructions. After receiving the instructions, Calypso stands and glares at the Skytron waiting for Riz to get in the ring. Bob: Look how focused Calypso the Deformed is right now. Will he get retribution here tonight? Cal: Time will tell, but regardless of how big and strong Calypso is, we can be damn sure that Riz won’t back down without a fight. As “The Unforgiven” by Metallica starts to play the lights slowly turn light green and light blue. The camera pans around and shows the fans before coming to rest on the ramp. Rae and Riz step out onto the stage. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, accompanied by Rae Morgan, from Autumn valley, weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds…Riz! Rae skips down the ramp and Riz follows her. When they reach the ring, Rae hops in and Riz enters through the second rope. After Going to a corner Rae says something to Riz and takes her place outside the ring as Riz stares in the eyes of Calypso. Calypso doesn’t waste a second before starting this match. He lunges forward and grabs Riz by the face, slamming him down to the mat hard with a face claw slam. Referee Ned Lewis yells at Calypso for not waiting for the bell, and promptly rings the bell in the process. Bob: Calypso not wasting any time here tonight, trying to make short work of Riz early on in the match! Cal: Ned Lewis doesn’t look too happy about Calypso’s actions. Anyway, the bell has rung and we have a start to a great match already. Calypso keeps Riz laid out on the ground with a few quick stomps to the skull. Calypso simply puts his foot on Riz, attempting to get a cover early in the match. One! Two!! Quick kick out by Riz! Cal: Good offense by Calypso, but did he really try to pin Riz this early? Bob: Oh well. It’s always worth a shot. Wait, Riz is getting to his feet!!! As Riz begins to get up, Calypso raises his hands and taunts the crowd, getting nothing but boos. When Riz is finally up on both feet, Calypso runs forward and attempts to deliver a big boot. Riz dodges this move and nails a heart punch onto Calypso. This knocks him back a bit, allowing Riz to gain more momentum and deliver a Russian Leg Sweep onto Calypso. Cal: Wow!!!! Did that really just happen? Bob: Riz just moved all 410 pounds of Calypso and slammed him to the ground with a Russian Leg Sweep! Cal: Calypso is on the ground, but maybe not for long if Riz doesn’t follow up on his game plan. Calypso is still laid out in the middle of the ring. Riz quickly leaps onto the top turnbuckle next to him, jumps high in the air, and executes perfectly a spinning leg drop from the top rope. Bob: Ouch! Right on the throat!! Riz hooks the massive leg of Calypso and goes for his first pin. One! Calypso with the shoulder up!! Riz looks surprised that he only received a one count after all of those moves, but keeps his cool. Cal: You know, you can’t help but wonder what’s going on in the head of Riz right now. After all of those moves he hit on the giant, he only managed to get a one count. Bob: Yes, but he seems to be keeping his cool and continuing to stay on top of things. Calypso makes his way to a vertical base. Riz continues the offense with a few low roundhouse kicks to the back of Calypso’s knee. Calypso holds his knee in pain but doesn’t fall to the ground. Riz bounces off the ropes and attempts to go for a body splash, but Calypso sees this and grabs Riz mid-air by the throat. Cal: He’s got him a double handed choke!! Bob: The pure aura and power of Calypso the Deformed is incredible. Look how red Riz’s face is getting! Riz coughs, but refuses to tap out. Cal: Will he tap to the massive hands of Calypso!? Calypso begins to get a little impatient and slams Riz down with a double-handed chokeslam. Riz crashes to the ground hard and remains unmoving. Calypso smiles, getting even more heat from the crowd. Bob: Thunderous double handed chokeslam by Calypso. He’s got to be broken in half after that one. Cal: This could be all over here! He’s going for a pin! One! Two!!! Shoulder up by Riz!!! Bob: Oh my god! Look at the determination by Riz! This guy won’t give up! Calypso shakes his head in anger and grabs Riz by the throat once again. He pushes forward and slams Riz hard into the turnbuckle. Right after that, he nails Riz with a couple of slaps across the chest. Calypso winds back and goes for a huge third one, but Riz manages to duck out of the way. He then delivers a low drop kick to the knee of Calypso, sending him down on one knee. Cal: Riz finally chopped the giant Calypso down! Riz then gets to Calypso’s back. He latches onto his shoulders, puts his knees on Calypso’s back, and gives Calypso a huge back cracker, sending him to the canvas. Bob: Calypso is down! Calypso is down! Cal: Riz is grabbing both of Calypso’s legs right now. What is he planning to do here?? Riz shoots his leg through, turns Calypso over onto his belly, and locks in the sharpshooter. Calypso screams in pain as Riz keeps the lock in tight. Bob: Sharpshooter onto Calypso!! He either needs to reverse somehow or reach the bottom rope for the rope break. Calypso tries to reach for the bottom rope, but he is way too far away at this point. Cal: Oh no. Calypso seems to be using all of his power right about now! Calypso gets on onto his hands and walks over to the bottom rope. He grabs it and the ref calls for the rope break! After another couple seconds, Riz breaks the hold. Bob: Again, Calypso showing his insane power by getting up on his hands and walking over to the rope like that. Riz waits for Calypso to get up. Once this happens, Riz goes for a clothesline. Calypso ducks this move and kicks Riz in the stomach. He grabs his arm, pulls it through his legs and delivers a devastating pumphandle slam onto Riz. Cal: Riz is down!! Bob: What a close match this has been, but right now Calypso has taken the lead. With Riz laid down on the mat, Calypso mounts on top ofhim. He winds back and attempts to throw a huge hook punch. Riz sees it coming and blocks the punch. He then hooks Calypso’s leg and wraps Calypso’s arm. This makes it easy for Riz to roll over Calypso and get out of the mount. With Calypso on his back, Riz grabs both of his legs and applies his finishing submission move, the Figure Four Leg Lock. Cal: Figure Four! Figure Four!! Once again, Calypso needs to break this tremendous submission hold, and fast! Calypso screams in pain. After struggling to reach the rope for about thirty seconds, he has no choice but to tap out. Once this happens, Riz stands up and gets his hands raised by the referee. Tim Marshall: Here is your winner by submission, Riz!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bob: What a back and forth match by both of these men, but Riz got the upset tonight and pulled out a victory! Cal: This just proves that even though strength and power can be vital, technique can often overcome it. Bob: Great performance by both individuals, indeed. Riz stands up in the middle of the ring and looks at Calypso. He then charges behind him and chop blocks him and Calypso falls into the ropes. Cal: Well the match is over so what is this all about? Bob: The match is done but Riz clearly isn't. Riz looks over at Rae and she tosses him a set of hand cuffs. He quickly cuffs Calypso to the ropes and locks them in place. Bob: Calypso now being taken out of the equation. Cal: Look at the look in Riz's eyes Bob, I don't like it. Riz then leaps to the outside and grabs Allister. He has a rather mad and crazy look on his face. He drags Allister into the ring and throws him down onto the mat. He punches and punches away at him for a few moments. Cal: Riz feels it is this man who has helped ruin his old friend; he is not going to let him forget it in a hurry. Bob: It has to be said, he has been through a fair bit and it looks like it is all coming out here. He stops and looks down at Allister. He then drags him to his feet and delivers a powerbomb. He goes to the outside and grabs a chair. He throws it into the ring and climbs back in. Calypso tries to fight free of the cuffs but is not able to. Riz then picks up Allister and powerbombs him onto the chair. The crowd gasps as they hear the thud of flesh on mettle. Bob: Ok now I think enough is enough. Allister Jenkins may be many things but he is not a wrestler. Cal: Right now I don't think Riz cares. Still with that slightly crazed look on his face Riz locks in a figure four leg lock on Allister. Allister screams out in pain as Riz wrenches on the hold. Time goes on and Riz doesn't let go. Cal: He is going to break his legs if he keeps hold of that move Bob. Bob: Officials are coming down to ringside now. Officials come down from the back and try to talk to Riz. He doesn't listen right at first but after a while and much persuasion he releases the hold. By this time Allister is unconscious. Riz gets out of the ring and is taken to the back by Rae. Bob: Well finally Riz is being taken to the back and perhaps Allister can receive some medical attention. Cal: I don't know what is going to happen next between these two but it has been so emotionally charged up to this point. Is it all over now? The officials take the cuffs off Calypso who stands up and appears to be very angry. Calypso picks up Allister and takes him to the back. Bob: only time will tell us that Cal. For now we will have to just wait and see. Cal: Yes Bob but did you see the look in Calypso's eyes? There could be more to come here and who knows, this could just be the beginning. Bob: If it is, we're in for quite a ride. For now, though, we must move on. Cal: That we must. Bob: Up next, the Anarchy Championship is on the line but I don't think Behemoth really cares. Cal: No, all he cares about is whatever exactly is happening with him and Natasha. Bob: Well, we'll see if Mark Ventor can take advantage, or if he just gets steamrolled by an angry Behemoth. ( Mark Ventor vs. Behemoth - SWA Anarchy Championship ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SWA Anarchy Championship! "Wolfbiker" by Evergreen Terrace hits the PA system, as Ventor makes his way to the ring, orange pyros erupt from the stage. Tim Marshal: Introducing the challenger, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 280 pounds, Mark Ventor! Bob: I have to wonder if Ventor's making a big mistake downplaying Behemoth's state of mind. Cal: Me too, but it's not a surprise given the arrogance of Ventor. He begins to strut down the ramp in a flashy orange robe, with his usual grin, getting huge heat from the crowd. He slides into the ring, raising his hands in the air, to make his arms shaped like a "V." He jumps off and awaits his opponent. The arena lights dim to almost nothing. On the skytron, we see what appears to be modern-day war footage of some sort. Two armies advance on one another, weapons at the ready. Air raid sirens play in the background, and the sounds of battle, explosions, planes flying overhead, and other small skirmishes, can be heard from far off. We see a figure on the horizon, coming ever closer as he strides through the ranks of soldiers on one side. Finally this figure reaches the front line, and steps ahead of it. It is, of course, the massive figure of Behemoth, decked out in full body armor. With one gesture, Behemoth orders his men to halt. The anticipation, the built-up tension on the air, causes the other army to do the same. He looks across at the other army, his cool, and slightly cruel smile beginning to form slowly on his face. Then, Behemoth raises his head to the sky, and issues a war cry so mighty, it vibrates the very air. His army echoes his bellow, and the charge begins. At the same time, Behemoth, in the flesh, charges through the curtain, as the drums, guitar, and bass of Disturbed's Indestructible begin to play. Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, from Germany, weighing in at 530 pounds, he is the SWA Anarchy Champion, Behemoth! Bob: Conspicuous by her absence, Natasha Graves. Behemoth's army meets the opposers, Behemoth still at the forefront, and the slaughter begins. Though some fall from the army lead by Behemoth, it is most certainly a one-sided battle. Behemoth is weaponless of course, for everyone knows that he is a weapon himself. He delivers punches so powerful that his opponents' heads snap back, their necks breaking. He delivers blows so accurate, that the noses of other opponents are jammed upward, directly into their brains. He is shot again and again, but he never goes down. The battle continues on screen as Behemoth reaches the ring. Behemoth steps over the ropes like a Juggernaut, having lost almost no momentum from the run. Behemoth turns briskly to the crowd, and bellows his mighty cry once again to their cheering. He takes his corner, and looks at his opponent, anger emanating from him. Behemoth shoves the Anarchy Title belt into the arms of the ref and the bell rings. Bob: I think that right there just reinforced that Behemoth truly doesn't care there's a title on the line here. Cal: Indeed, all that matters is that something's not right with him and Natasha, Ventor's in his way and he's going to hurt him. Ventor ducks under a wild punch from Behemoth. He unloads with a combination of muay thai kicks to the shins which cause the big man to lose his balance a bit. He follows up with a combination of punches staggering him, before Behemoth grabs his arm midpunch and simply tosses him across the ring like a rag doll. Cal: That was a 6'8 280 pound man he just tossed around like it was nothing. Bob: I think that's a sight we'll need to get used to tonight. Ventor stumbles back to his feet, and is immediately met with a huge shoulder block causing him to do a flip in mid air as Behemoth delivers it with even more malice than usual. He stomps away at Ventor, every blow causing him to writhe in pain then starts choking him with his boot. The referee goes to warn him that he has a five count, but Behemoth simply whirls around and gives him a stare that causes him to change his mind. As Behemoth turns back to Ventor, he's caught with a drop toe hold from his downed opponent causing him to go throat first across the top rope and stumble back. Ventor immediately follows with a low dropkick to the knee causing Behemoth to stagger, and then a second causing him to drop to one knee. He follows up with a roundhouse kick to the head of the chopped down Behemoth and quickly goes for a cover as the ref counts. One ... Behemoth powers out easily sending Ventor flying off him, just staring up angrily as he crawls back to his feet. Bob: He managed to get the big man down, but it barely did anything to him. Cal: If anything, it just made Behemoth even angrier if that's even possible. Behemoth goes to fire off a vicious windmill punch but Ventor ducks under and taking advantage of the fact Behemoth's momentum took him so off balance scrambles up to the top turnbuckle and delivers a knee strike flush to the face of Behemoth sending him staggering back. Ventor tries to follow up with an STO, but it's in vain as Behemoth simple shrugs him off creating some separation and nails Ventor with a huge big boot sending him crumpled to the mat. He drops down to the cover as the ref checks the shoulders. One ... Two ... Ventor manages to get a shoulder up. Behemoth looks angered, but instead just turns his focus on wanting to inflict more damage. He delivers a hard, crushing stomp to the chest of Ventor staring down at him with fury in his eyes. Then seemingly with ease lifts Ventor up, and slowly, deliberately delivers a hard pendelum backbreaker, repeating the action two more times. Instead of dropping him to the ground though, he sets him on his feet and delivers a release vertical suplex delivering even more damage to the back of Ventor. Rather than going for another cover, Behemoth looks to inflict more damage to arrogant Ventor and presses him high above his head. Ventor squirms free though and lands on his feet, clutching at his back as he does so. As Behemoth turns around Ventor loads up and connects with the Classic Left Hook right to the jaw. It causes Behemoth to stumble back some, but it seemingly only enraged him more as he lurches back forward and grabs a shocked Ventor by the throat planting him with a huge one handed chokeslam! Bob: Oh my god, did you just see that! The Classic Left Hook didn't even take him off his feet. Cal: And Ventor's been practically driven through the canvas, this has to be it. Behemoth goes for the cover, Ventor not moving one bit. The ref drops down and starts making their count. One ... Two .... Thr .... Ventor doesn't kick out, rather the ref noticed that Ventor's leg was under the ropes when Behemoth made the cover. Behemoth in disbelief gets up, and starts yelling at the referee as he tries to explain it to him. Bob: I don't think explaining is going to do the official any good here. Cal: What is he thinking? Just make the count, does he have a deathwish? As the argument ensues, Ventor slowly shakes the cobwebs out and drags himself up to his feet barely propping himself up in the corner grabbing onto the top turnbuckle pad to keep himself standing. Meanwhile, Behemoth simply shakes his head in disgust and instead turns his unbridled rage back to Ventor as he sees him in the corner and charges forward looking to squash him with a body avalanche. Ventor sidesteps out of the way though, ripping the turnbuckle pad off in the process causing the hard charging Behemoth to hit his forehead hard against the exposed steel turnbuckle. Behemoth stumbles back dazed, grabbing at his head and Ventor loads up connecting with a second Classic Left Hook this time dropping him thanks to the assist from the exposed turnbuckle. He quickly falls into the cover as the ref drops to check the shoulders. One ... Two ... Three!!! Cal: He did it, he survived Behemoth's rage and we have a new Anarchy Champion! Bob: He didn't pick the most honorable way to win, but I suppose he did what he had to in order to survive and steal the win. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner and NEW SWA Anarchy Champion, Mark Ventor! "Wolfbiker" starts to play as a beaten down Ventor is handed the title and has his hand raised. Ventor winces a bit and holds the title high in the air to big heat from the crowd. Behemoth meanwhile has recovered, and realizing what's going on simply snaps as he rips the title out of the air and smashes Ventor in the back of the head with it before tossing the belt to the ground like a piece of garbage. He scoops Ventor up in a Canadian Backbreaker Wrack over his shoulder, trying to squeeze the life out of him seemingly even though Ventor's already unconscious from the belt shot. Finally, Behemoth simply flips Ventor over his shoulder like a Dominator sending him crashing to the mat face first before he storms out of the ring, shoving officials away who have come down to help as there's a mixed reaction from the crowd. Bob: Ventor needs help here, Behemoth's absolutely snapped. Cal: He's in bad shape, but amid the boos there's some cheers and I think some people may be of the feeling he had that coming with his disrespect of Behemoth and his situation. Bob: He very well may have, but here's hoping he's not hurt too badly. Let's try to move on as he's tended to and officials help him to the back. Ventor seems to have gained his feet now with the help of the officials, and they escort him out of the ring as well, taking care to grab up the Anarchy title. Behemoth is already long gone by this point. Cal: Yeah. Wow, what a night this is turning out to be. Bob: It's not over yet. Up next is perhaps the most heated battle we have for you tonight. Someone who genuinely has a chance at ending Damien's terrorizing antics, Alan Drake, is about to step into the ring with him. Cal; Let's go ahead and bring them out. I have some things to say on the matter, but I think I'll do that while they're making their entrances. Bob: Sounds good. Tim? ( Alan Drake vs. Damien Acheron ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 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: Introducing first, from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing in at 230 pounds, Alan Drake! Bob: Alan Drake certainly had some strong words this week. He told quite a story. Cal: Yeah, but Damien... Well, he raised some questions... Bob: He's talkin crap. That's what he does. Cal: I fear he may tell more truth than we think. Bob: Well the fans aren't hating Alan right now. Cal: That's good, but still... Damien just made me think, that's all. He makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Once he gets to his feet, he heads to the center and throws up his arms as the fans roar. He then moves to his corner and awaits his opponent. Violin music plays over the PA system. It plays on for a few moments as the lights are being severely messed with by someone who apparently has no idea what they’re doing. As the violin makes a trilling sound, the lights flash along with it and when the lyrics kick in, the lights return to normal as Damien makes his way out onto the stage. The crowd boos loudly and Damien just smiles as if he had thousands of adoring fans. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, also from Castlebar, Ireland, weighing 160 pounds, Damien Acheron! Bob: This man seriously loves to be hated. Cal: That man is very nearly the incarnation of evil. Bob: That I can agree with. But that's really why I think he's just trying to twist the truth about Alan. Cal: I don't know, Bob. I just don't know. Bob: If he makes one person doubt Alan, Cal, he's done his job. Cal: Well, when you put it that way... He makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring. He gives Alan a scornful look, then motions to Tim Marshal. Tim, not wanting to incur Damien's wrath, comes over, and hands Damien his microphone. Alan looks slightly irritated, and tenses up. Bob: Oh no. Now he's gonna talk? Cal: I can't imagine what he might say that he hasn't said already. Bob: Same here. Damien raises the mic to his lips, and his music fades out. Once the only noise that can be heard is the crowd's ever-present booing, Damien begins to speak. Damien Acheron: Hi Alan, how ya doin? You see I know you were wanting this great knockdown drag out match. I know you wanted to beat the hell out of me and well I wanted to show the world what a fucking pussy you are. But I got one better... You didn't think I'd come out here without a plan did you? You see I have a friend in the back that's gonna help me out here.. Let's just bring him out.. Bob: A friend? Cal: Uh-oh. A few seconds pass by, and then the unmistakable figure of Behemoth steps through the curtain. The camera zooms in on Damien's face as he suddenly adopts a surprised expression. The crowd cheers as Behemoth takes long strides down the ramp, heading straight for the ring. Bob: It's Behemoth! Behemoth is here! Cal: And look at Damien! I don't think this was who he was expecting at all! Bob: Who could it have been, then? Seth Blitzer, perhaps? Cal: Maybe... So where exactly do you think Blitzer is lying right now? Bob: In a pool of his own blood somewhere. Get him, Behemoth! Get him! Behemoth enters the ring, and positions himself directly in front of Alan. Alan watches him carefully, obviously uncertain and perhaps a little mistrusting. Then, Behemoth locks his eyes on those of Damien, raw hatred and fury burning in them. Damien looks a bit flustered, and begins backing up. Bob: Oh yeah! Back it on up, Damien. You can only go so far. Cal: He is about to pay for every single thing he's ever done, and I can't wait. Alan sees what's happening, and smiles just a little, glad to see Behemoth on his side. Behemoth, meanwhile, takes a single step forward, still in front of Alan, but now about a foot and a half away. Bob: He's moving. Get him, Behemoth! Ge... Suddenly, Behemoth whirls around, and lunges straight for Alan, catching him off guard. With a roar, he heaves him straight up into the air, holding him in bench press position, then whirling again and slamming him head first onto the mat. The crowd's cheers instantly turn to boos. Bob: No! No! No! Why, Behemoth? Why? Cal: He's... He is the one working with Damien! Bob: But why? Why would he do this? Cal: I really have only one guess, Bob. The monster within him is still alive, and it's loose. Damien's expression, of course, is no longer flustered, or surprised. Instead, he looks on amusedly as Behemoth scoops up Alan again, powerbombs him, then keeps hold of his legs and begins to swing him around, delivering the tenderizer. Bob: The Tenderizer! Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening. Not again. Cal: I'm afraid so. The strongest man in the SWA is now working with the most evil. Bob: How can you be so calm about this? did you not see what Behemoth used to be like? Cal: I've seen. You're mistaking my own shock for calmness, Bob. I have no idea what we're gonna do now. Damien chuckles audibly as Behemoth rushes in again, scooping up Alan and throwing him right out of the ring with minimal effort. Behemoth then climbs out himself, and once again picks Alan up. Bob: Now what? What's he gonna do now? Cal: I fear... I fear he's gonna kill him. Bob: And that's no joke. He just might! Behemoth walks slowly around, lining up with the steel barricade. Holding Alan in powerbomb position, he backs up as far as he can, then runs forward at his top speed. Bob: No! Don't! Don... With a sickening crunch, Alan's head slams into the barricade. The crowd all collectively oooo, then go almost silent. Behemoth has just performed his finisher known as The End. Cal: Oh my God. Did you hear that? Bob: I... Why isn't anyone out here? Someone's gotta stop him! Cal: Who can? Behemoth, who never lost his hold on Alan during the move, steps back, and drops him right in front of the barricade. He looks back at Damien, who nods emphatically in approval. Damien then climbs out of the ring, and both men head to the back. As soon as they are gone, EMT's rush the area and, fearing for Alan's life, immediately get him on a stretcher and take him away. Bob: Thank God for EMT's. At least they realize how serious this is. Cal: We all do, Bob. They can do something about it now, though. They can keep him alive. Bob: Something's gotta be done, Cal. Cal: I know. But you've gotta buck up, Bob. The old saying still goes. The show must go on. Bob: Yeah... Alright. Well, up next, as you all know, is the night's most brutal match. Metal Mayhem 2 is about to take place. Officials appear through the curtain, carrying bundles of metal objects, which they toss into the corners of the ring. Cal: And there's your proof. Metal metal everywhere. Bob: And if McGoldrick brings that sword of his... Cal: Yep. It's legal. Let's get to it. Tim? Tim Marshal: This is the METAL MAYHEM ELIMINATION MATCH and is for the SWA Xtreme Championship. Just then, “Valentines Day” by Marilyn Manson starts to play. Bob: Um…well it seems Izzy Omega is heading our way. Cal: I think I may know why. Izzy, indeed, makes his way out. No make up and wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He slaps some hands with some fans and makes his way to the announce position. Bob: What brings you out here? Izzy puts his headset on. Izzy: Nice to see you too. He laughs a little. Izzy: I just came out to watch a match, Bob. This is going to be the show stealer in my eyes. Cal: Indeed, but it doesn’t have anything to do with one Brad Jackson name dropping you this week or what happened last week? Izzy: I lost a match. Plain and simple. As for his words this week…it’s flattering that Mr. Jackson says it started with me. But, fact is…this is going to be a blood fest. Bob: Well, I can’t help but agree with you on that. On the Skytron, three words appear on the screen: “Courage, Honor, Conquer.” “Root” by The Deftones begins to play as McGoldrick makes his way to the ring. Sporting his martial arts attire and black belt, he poses on the stage and pulls out a katana blade. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Ireland, weighing 190 lbs…he is McGoldrick! After demonstrating his weapon form, he slides into the ring and poses on the top turnbuckle, getting much heat from the crowd. He then makes his way to the center of the ring, staring down at the metal weapons. Bob: A seven time Xtreme Champion. A master of the martial arts and a very dangerous man. Cal: Especially with that blade. We all seen the determination this week come from McGoldrick. Izzy: Question is, does he still have it? His music fades and “Eye of the Tiger” begins playing. After the first verse, Damien and Carine appear on the top of the slope and make their way with the ring without paying attention to which that is. Tim Marshal: The second participant, being led to the ring by Carine Stivers, from Parts Unknown weighing 220 lbs….Damien Stivers! When Damien enters on the ring, he is put at the medium and draws aside the arms to show that he is at his place before then lowering them by a blow fireworks burst with the four corners. He turns and stares down McGoldrick. Bob: A man of few words. Cal: But those few words were powerful ones. Bob: That they were, but, was it enough? Izzy: It very well could…but they aren’t the only ones here. “Epic” by Faith No More begins to play as Persephone walks out from the back. She Tim Marshal: The third participant…from San Diego, California…weighing 108 lbs…Persephone Waters! She continues to walk down with barb wire wrapped around her exposed midsection and her forearms. The crowd gives her a mixed reaction as she reaches the ring and slides in. The barbwire digs deeper as she does. She looks at both men and shakes her head. Bob: The newcomer in this match. She is ready to show the world her skills. Cal: She said she wants to be the showstopper of this night. And she may do it. Izzy: Well, she slid in with that wire around her…who KNOWS what she’ll be doing tonight? The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of "Lies" by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction, a Camel cigarette burning between his lips. Tim Marshal: And now, the fourth participant…from New York, New York…weighing 275 lbs…this is Jackson! He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. With a twisted smile, he puts the cigarette out in the palm of his hand and then throws his head back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback. Bob: And there is the man who may be the favorite in this match. Cal: Well, he had some strong words for his opponents. Izzy: Always does. Bob: As you would know. This man put an X in the loss column for you last week Izzy. Do you think he could take this one? Izzy: It’s anyone’s ballgame Bob. 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. Tim Marshal: Finally, from Columbus, Ohio…weighing 242 lbs…he is the reigning SWA Xtreme Champion and Vice President of Skyfall…Brandon “ B. Cool” Cole! 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, peering down at the weapons and smirking. Bob: And there stands the champion…and boy does he look ready. Cal: He has to be. This is a very dangerous match up. Izzy: I think he has it in him. Bob: What happened to anyone’s ball game? Izzy: Hey, when you look as determined as he does…and have a belt to defend…a lot goes through you. The bell sounds and the match finally begins. Jax turns and goes right for Cole. He takes the champion by surprise as they fight into the corner. Meanwhile, Stivers goes right for McGoldrick. McGoldrick raises his Katana and swings at Stivers. Stivers ducks, but is hit with the handle of the sword. He drops to one knee as McGoldrick raises the blade up. He swings down and catches Stivers with a slice to the arm as he slips away. He holds his arm and starts to rise. McGoldrick goes to swing again, but Waters runs off the ropes and leaps up. She catches herself on the middle rope, springs off and nails McGoldrick with a forearm of barbwire to his face. She stays on him and grinds away, cutting him open. She gets off and gets a kick from Stivers. He slams his arm across her back. She starts wrapping the wire around her fist and, as he is lifting her to her feet, she slams an uppercut to his jaw with the wire. Bob: Damn! So much action and already someone is busted open! Cal: this match is not for the faint of heart. Izzy: You know, it’s only gonna get worse…and that is the bad thing. Jackson has Cole down to one knee after a knee lift to the gut. He takes a few steps back and runs in with a knee. Cole goes down and Jackson picks up a steel chair. He forces it onto Coles throat as Cole cries out and tries to find his way out. Jackson finally lets up and raises it, slamming it into the body of B. Cool. Jackson turns to find his next victim, but Waters runs up and kicks the chair directly into Jackson’s face, stopping his momentum. He drops back and Waters starts feeling it as the crowd cheers. She turns and begins her run for the ropes, but McGoldrick is up and has a bag in his hand. He swings for the fences and slams it directly into Waters’ face. She drops and holds her eyes. McGoldrick smirks and dumps the contents of the bag out. The thumbtacks fall out next to Persephone’s body. He places the bag over her head and starts to stomp on the covered head. Stivers is up now and assists McGoldrick and stomps down on Waters. They lift her up and both place a hand on her throat. They lift her and chokeslam her onto the tacks. The crowd “Oohs” as she grimaces in pain. Both men turn their attention on each other once again. Stivers wins the battle of punches and clotheslines McGoldrick out of the ring. Stivers follows him out and gets him to his feet. He whips him into the steps, breaking them apart. Meanwhile, Cole is to his feet and drops down for a cover on Waters. One… Two… Kickout! Bob: The first pinfall of the match. Cal: Smart move from the champion. Try to get rid of the quick one early. Bob: Indeed. Izzy: But Jackson is back up also. Cole sits up and starts hammering on Waters' head with fists. Jackson leans down and grabs a metal pipe. He runs in and slams it into the back of the ribs of Cole. Cole holds his back as Jackson holds the pipe up. He looks around and looks at Izzy for a moment. Izzy just looks back as Jackson moves Cole and goes for Waters. He drops down and drives the pipe into her gut. He then drops and starts to choke her out. Brandon watches and grits his teeth as he starts to get to his knees. He has a look of anger and pain as he scoops up some tacks. He stands up as the fans roar. He keeps his eyes on his target and slams the tacks into the back of Jackson’s head. Jackson yells out as the tacks dig in deep. Brandon grunts as he pushes them in as hard as he can. Jackson starts to get up off of Waters as Brandon holds his head. Brandon tosses him out of the ring, opposite of Stivers and McGoldrick, who are battling it out. This time, McGoldrick rakes his face and slams his head into the guard rail. Stivers stumbles away, but McGoldrick grabs him and slams his face into the steel post. McGoldrick looks under the ropes and pulls out a ladder. He keeps it down and places Stivers onto his shoulders, delivering a Death Valley Driver onto the ladder. Stivers screams out and holds his back, rolling off the ladder. McGoldrick picks up the ladder and sets it up. But, as he goes to pick up Damien, Waters, out of nowhere, leaps out and dropkicks the ladder into McGoldrick. McGoldrick hits the rail and rams his shoulder hard. Waters begins climbing the ladder and looks down at McGoldrick. She leaps off for a splash with the barb wire, but Stivers intercepts her and delivers a spinbuster on the concrete. Stivers smirks as he looks down at her. Meanwhile, Cole has had his way with Jackson and slams his head into the ring apron. As he is doing this, Stivers has gotten to his feet and made his way to them. He slams a forearm into the kidney area of Cole. He rolls Cole in and kicks Jackson while he is down in the ribs. McGoldrick has rolled in and grabs a metal baseball bat. He shows off a little with it, twirling it and waiting for Cole to get up. As Brandon gets up, McGoldrick swings. Brandon ducks and kicks McGoldrick in the gut. He then nails a Cool Cutter on the tacks. Bob: Ouch! That move is devastating enough! But on tacks?! Cal: This is it for McGoldrick! Izzy: I don’t know about that. Stivers sees what is happening and slides in. He stops the count before it starts and picks Brandon up. He tosses him out of the ring and turns his attention to McGoldrick. He picks McGoldrick up and looks him in the face. The tacks stick deeply in his face. McGoldrick opens his eyes and headbutts Stivers quickly. McGoldrick stumbles away for a moment and bounces off the ropes. He comes back, but Stivers catches him and lands a Black Hole Slam on the chair in the ring. Stivers then gets up and grabs his legs. He locks his around and turns him over into a Sharpshooter. Bob: After that slam onto the chair, I don’t know if McGoldrick can take this! Cal: He is fighting desperately! Izzy: I think he is done guys. Indeed he is. McGoldrick submits as the ref calls for the first bell. Tim Marshal: McGoldrick has been ELIMINATED! Bob: Wow…and the first one out was the returning superstar! Cal: Well, knowing McGoldrick, he will be back. Izzy: After all that…why would he want to!? Stivers tries to get a breath, but Waters slips in behind him. She turns him around and starts slamming punches into his face with the barbed wire. She runs off the ropes and, while going that way, she picks up the chair. She comes back and leaps in the air. As she comes down, she slams the chair into his head. He drops to the mat and she looks around. She runs out of the ring and grabs the ladder. She slides it in and gets in herself. She sets up the ladder and hits him with the chair again. She climbs up and positions herself. The fans get to their feet as she looks around. They then roar as she leaps off, flips in the air and lands a Shooting Star Press off the ladder, driving the barb wire into his chest! Bob: OH MY GOD! Cal: What a move! Izzy: All I have to say is holy shit! She hooks his leg and the ref drops… One… Two… THREE!!! The ref calls for the second bell. Tim Marshal: Damien Stivers has been ELIMINATED! Bob: And then there were three! Cal: Waters has momentum behind her! Jackson slips in and folds the ladder. He then drives it into her back and begins hammering away with it. He tosses it to the side and drops down, hammering away at her head. He leans down and picks up the metal bat. He slams it down on the prone body of Waters. She cries out and Jackson smirks, closing his eyes at her pain. He runs across the ropes, but Brandon pulls the top rope down. Jackson flies out of the ring to the crowd’s pleasure. Brandon slips back in the ring and drops an elbow onto Waters. He picks up the chair and sets it up. He picks her up and hooks her head. He picks her up for a suplex. He takes a few steps back and suplexes her onto the chair. She screams and holds her back. He turns her over and applies the Cool Clutch! The ref drops down and waits for her to give. She tells him no. Brandon applies more pressure, but Jackson comes from behind and slams a chair to the back of B. Cool’s head. Brandon goes down and Jackson stands over Brandon as Waters rolls out for a moment. Jackson drops down with the chair and chokes Brandon again. He tosses the chair to the side and picks Brandon up. Brandon gets a second win and starts punching Jackson with lefts and rights. Jackson is caught by surprise and is backed into a corner. Brandon picks up some barb wire and wraps it around his hand. He closes a fist and slams it into Jackson’s head. He does it again and again. This busts Jackson open. Waters, on the outside, slips another ladder into the ring. She starts to slide in, but Brandon dives down and slams a barbed wire fist into the head of Waters. He sets the ladder in the corner and goes back at Jackson. He whips Jackson across and he slams hard into the ladder. Cole leaps at Jackson and nails another fist to his head. He tosses the ladder down onto Jackson. He goes outside and climbs the turnbuckle. Waters gets to her feet and runs across, steps on Jackson, vaults off him and lands on the second ropes. She grabs Brandon by the waist and flips him off, keeping her feet hooked. Brandon slams into Jackson and rolls off of him. Waters sits up and climbs to the top rope. She looks out at the crowd and does a Moonsault off the top ropes. She crashes down on him and hooks a leg. One… Two… THREE!!! The ref calls for another bell. Tim Marshal: Brandon Cole has been ELIMINATED! Bob: The rookie has eliminated B. Cool! Cal: Make no mistake, Brandon caused damage…. Izzy: I am in disbelief! Bob: Well believe it because it is down to two! Jackson gets up and looks at Waters, who is trying to get to her feet. He comes at her and she ducks the clothesline. She whips around and nails a back elbow. Jackson stumbles back and Waters hops up and vaults off the ropes into a Lionsault. Jackson catches her, but she slips out and dropkicks him in the back. Jackson lands onto the ropes. Waters runs off the ropes and comes back, attempting a 619 type move. Jackson moves and Waters spins around the ropes. Jackson comes at her, but she nails him in the gut with a shoulder. She leaps over him and attempts a sunset flip pin. He holds the ropes and slams his fist down, aiming for her head. She slips out he comes at her, but she ducks down. She then, quickly, wraps the barbed wire around her arm some more. And comes in for her own clothesline. Jackson sidesteps and grabs her. He quickly drops her down and locks in an inverted STF. The crowd stands as this happens. Bob: The Darkest Hour! After all she has been through, can she survive this! Cal: Persephone is trying her best to get out! Izzy: Come on kid…you have shown you have heart…you held out this long! She tries to fight her way out, and almost does, but Jackson repositions himself, adding more pressure. She starts fading as the ref checks her arm. It drops once. He checks it again and it drops. He picks it up and it drops one last time. He finally calls for the bell. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner and NEW SWA Xtreme Champion….”THE MECHANICAL ANIMAL” JACKSON! The ref hands him the belt and he wipes the blood from his face. Bob: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen…Brad Jackson is your new Xtreme Champion. Cal: But Ms. Waters put up one hell of a fight for a newcomer. We have Not heard the last of her. Izzy: I agree. She has heart. It was a pleasure guys. I gotta… As he is saying this, Jackson has exited the ring and walks up to the announce table. He looks Izzy up and down. Izzy: Hey man…I am just here to watch a match. I’m not gonna jump you. Just go to the back and celebrate man. Jackson then flips Izzy off. The crowd gives an “Ooh” as Izzy stands up slowly. Izzy: Look, I don’t want trouble, alright? I just wanted to watch the match is all. Jackson starts saying something the cameras can’t pick up. Then he sends a haymaker to Izzy, knocking the headset off of him and dropping him. Jackson drops his title and goes right after Izzy as the fans roar. Izzy springs up and starts sending punches back. Bob: And now we have another fight on our hands! Cal: Well, it is the biggest pay per view of the year! Why not have a big brawl!? They make their way to the ring and fight alongside it. Officials come out and break the two up. Izzy shakes his head as they try to control Jackson. Jackson starts trying to break free. Izzy runs to the other side, hops up the steps and dives at the officials holding Jackson. The fans roar as both men grab each other and swing some more. Bob: Good God! These two have started a war! Cal: No love lost…that’s for sure! They finally pull Izzy off and Jackson rolls in the ring. They have Izzy headed towards the ramp. He turns to try and make it back in, but is stopped. They try to talk him to the back, but only he sees Jackson make a dash towards the ropes and land a Suicide Dive onto everyone. The fans roar as the brawl resumes. They both get to their feet and fight up the ramp. The officials follow and try to break them up as they make it to the back. Bob: if that is any indication of what is to come from these two…the SWA may need to lock them in a room to separate each other. Cal: They need to do something! I think they may fight all over Columbus! Bob: Well…Brad Jackson is your winner and new Xtreme Champion. But, we have much more to come tonight! All other Metal Mayhem participants have left by this time, and some of the officials chasing Jackson and Izzy come back out to clear away the metal weaponry. Cal: It is indeed a night that never stops. In fact, it's main event time. Bob: Yep, this is it, the Skyfall title is on the line as Brian Sasso takes on Sirus Shade. Cal: Sirus was rather dismissive of Brian this week. I wonder if he is going to use the same approach in the ring. Bob: You have to think that Sirus will use that exact approach as it is what he is best at. He has a huge chance and you have to believe that he will take it. Cal: After winning in that battle royal for the number one contenders spot he has momentum going with him. Bob: Well as the tension mounts and as we all get ready let’s go down to ring side and Tim Marshal for the introductions. ( Brian Sasso vs. Sirus Shade – SWA championship ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWA championship. The Way I Am starts playing over the PA, and Sasso emerges onto the entrance ramp. He makes his way down the ramp at an average pace, not deliberately, but not in any hurry either with a smirk on his face appearing to be in his own world. Tim Marshal: Introducing, from La Jolla California, weighing three hundred and five pounds, here is the SWA champion, Brian Sasso! Cal: Brian left no illusions as to how disgusted he was with Sirus this week. He called him out on quite allot there. Bob: That is the thing with Brian, you should never give him the opportunity to use your own words against you. He is very good at that. He stops and can be seen muttering something inaudible to himself under his breath before he hops up on the apron and vaults himself over the ropes. He runs to the far end of the ring and springs off the ropes before pacing in place in the middle of the ring awaiting his opponent. He appears from under the Skytron and stands at the top of the ramp and looks back and forth while chewing gum with a smirk on his face. He begins to walk down to the ring he slaps hands with a few fans on the way down and then swings his arm and stops it with the other hand and raises his fist to some people in the crowd. Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, from Halifax Nova Scotia Canada, weighing two hundred and ten pounds, here is Sirus Shade! Bob: Here he is, a man who is always fired up and always ready. This is the biggest night of Sirus’s career so far. Cal: His brother is a former SWA champion and I am sure Sirus wants to prove he can do it also. He walks up the steps and puts his foot on the bottom rope and rest his arm on the top looking towards the fans. He lowers his shades slightly and peers over them still chewing the gum and gives a slight laugh. He enters through the top and second rope. He takes off his jacket and tosses it to security. He then turns to face Sasso as his music fades. Senior referee Bill graves gives his instructions to both men and then the bell rings to start the match. They both lock up for a moment before Sirus breaks it up and delivers a right hand to the chin of Brian. Brian responds with a right to the fore head of Sirus and both men exchange punches for a few minutes. Brian gets the better of the exchange so he mixes things up by applying a waist lock go behind. He then brings Sirus down to the mat and begins delivering knees to the ribs of Sirus. Bob: Brian taking control here. Ground and pound. Cal: It’s what he knows best. Sirus manages to break free of Brian’s grip. He rolls over and gets to his feet. Brian does likewise and charges at Sirus. Sirus uses his quickness and avoids Brian. Just as Brian turns Sirus delivers a stiff drop kick. It causes Brian to drop to one knee and Sirus delivers a second to bring him down to the mat. Sirus then springboards off and lands a moonsault. He hooks the leg. Cal: The first pin fall attempt. One... Two... Kick out! Both men get to their feet and the match continues. Brian hooks up Sirus and takes him over with a belly to belly suplex. Brian then mounts Sirus and pounds away at his head with lefts and rights. Sirus attempts to cover up and force some distance by pushing Brian off of him. He manages this but as he gets to his feet Brian nails him with a high roundhouse kick which floors Sirus. Cal: What a kick by Brian Sasso. I think that Sirus’s head will still be ringing next Thursday. Bob: You really have an interesting way of describing things Cal. Cal: Thank you Bob... I think. Brian sits up Sirus and delivers a series of knees to the back once again. He then drags him to his feet and executes a gutwrench suplex. Brian backs off and as Sirus gets to his feet Brian charges forwards and catches him with a big boot. Sirus hits the ground hard as the crowd gasp. Brian goes right for a pin at this point. One... Two... Kick out! Cal: Sirus still kicked out in spite of getting his bell rung. Bob: Sirus has had his bell rung a time or two in his career, he knows how to handle it. Brian picks up Sirus and tries to toss him over the top rope. Sirus holds onto it though and Brian’s own momentum takes him over the top rope. Brian hits the floor hard as Sirus who is on the apron looks on. Bob: A man the size of Brian landing as hard as he did had to do some kind of damage to him. If he doesn’t have some kind of Injury I would be very surprised. Cal: True enough Bob but apart from looking a little winded I can’t see any other indications of any injury. The ref begins a count as Sirus goes towards Brian. Sirus gets him to his feet and takes him to the Spanish announce table. Sirus then rams Brian’s head on the table several times. Sirus then takes Brian to the ring and rams him shoulder first into the ring post. Cal: Sirus really using the outside of the ring to his advantage. Bob: He is always resourceful is Sirus. Sirus then rolls Brian into the ring as the count reaches five. Sirus climbs in after Brian and continues the attack. Sirus locks in a dragon sleeper and pulls back on the hold. Bob: Now there is a good idea, keep him down and in a hold like this which takes its toll on the opponent. Cal: It does and Brian Sasso can’t use his hard hitting offence if he is in a submission hold. Sirus maintains the hold as Brian tries to escape it . Time ticks on and Brian appears to be fading. Bob: What a night of action here tonight. The SWA never disappoints on any occasion let alone the biggest night of the SWA. Cal: Only a real dummy would disagree with you Bob. Brian reaches towards the ropes and doesn’t make it on this first attempt. He tries again and manages to get his finger tips on the ropes. Sirus breaks on the four of the ensuing ref count. Cal: Brian got the ropes but only just. Bob: If he hadn’t this match would have been over and we would have had a new champion. Brian slowly gets to his feet. Sirus out of nowhere rolls Brian up. Cal: Roll up by Sirus. One... Two... Brian turns it over! One... Two... Kick out! Bob: The reversal almost got the job done. Cal: My heart was in my mouth for a moment there Bob. Both men get to their feet and charge towards each other. The result is a collision between the two which causes a couple of grounded bodies. Bob: Though that had to hurt Sirus more, being the smaller man I don’t think that Brian looks all that well coming off that collision. Cal: Bob both men exchanged hard hits and so much more so you have to take that into account as well. On the seven of the count both men get to their feet. They meat in the middle of the ring and exchange lefts and rights. Sirus grabs Brian’s head and falls back with a DDT. He then drags Brian to the corner and sets him up for the Total kerbside ownage. Cal: Sirus looking for the TKO. If he hits this we are looking at a new champion. As Sirus goes for the TKO Brian blocks it and gets to his feet. Brian then takes out Sirus with a double leg pull. This causes the back of Sirus’s head to go into the turnbuckle hard. Brian picks up Sirus and lifts him up and slams him with the Powder diamond. Cal: the Powder diamond and this match has to be over. Brian hooks the leg as the ref drops for the count. One... Two... Three! Brian stands up as the bell rings. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner and still SWA champion, Brian Sasso! Bob: What a match and what a big win for Brian Sasso. Cal: He may be an ass and he is the first to admit that but he knows how to get the job done. Bob: He came into this ready for Sirus and is walking away as the winner. What a match and what a night of action. Sirus heads to the back as Brian’s music plays. Cal: an amazing night of action and one that will be remembered for quite some time to come. Bob: Yes it sure will and there will be so much coming out of this so don’t forget to tune in for Edge next week for the after math. Cal: I don’t know about you Bob but I am just exhausted after watching all of that. Bob: I know what you mean Cal but it is time to go now so from Cal Norton, this is Bob Macatire saying we hope you enjoyed this explosive night of action. Brian Sasso continues to celebrate in the ring as the scene fades to the SWA logo and then to black. |
