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Voice: We see evidence
of it wherever we look. We see clips of recent
events, including Calypso adopting Michelle as a manager. Voice: The evidence is
all around us, some of it clear as day. We see Dirk and Billy
winning the tag team gold in the tournament. Voice: Even when there
is the potential for change, it is enough. For on this night, that
potential may be realized. We see Julio stepping
up to challenge Seth Blitzer for the Xtreme championship. Voice: Some see it, and
try to acknowledge what they know, or at least hope, is coming. Clips showing Simon
Kayne's promos against Behemoth, then his promos against Calypso. Voice: But others
refuse to accept change at all. Calypso's responses to
Simon are now shown, with emphasis on how angry he feels. Voice: Except where
that change furthers their own, set goals. Some clips of Michelle
doing some talking for Calypso. Voice: But recognized
or not, accepted or not, it cannot be stopped. At that moment, "You're
Going Down" by the Sick puppies begins to play. The night's scheduled
matches are shown. Voice: If it's meant to
happen, nobody can stop... The list of matches
breaks up to show the February Revolution banner. Voice: A revolution. Pyros explode as we cut
to the arena, the same banner we saw previously flying high over the
stage. The crowd roars, and waves their signs, some of which are caught
by the camera. After a few passes over them, we come to rest on Bob and
Cal. Bob: Welcome, ladies
and gentlemen, to Columbus, Ohio. Welcome to February Revolution! I'm
Bob Macatire, alongside Cal Norton. Cal, you think the revolution is on? Cal: Oh it very well
might be. We might just see a new Xtreme champion tonight, we've got a
huge grudge match as Calypso takes on Simon Kayne, and let's not forget
our tag team main event pitting new champions Dirk and Billy against
Crystal and B Cool. Bob: Wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful. But all that's later. We're actually gonna start
with...
"Vicarious" by Tool
hits the PA and after a few moments AJ Angel makes her way out onto the
stage.
Bob: AJ Angel,
apparently.
Cal: This oughta be
good. She's dressed in her usual casual attire, a tanktop and ripped jeans, but seems to be all business as she makes her way down the ramp. She can't resist jawing at some of the booing fans along the way though. Running up the steps onto the apron, she climbs in the ring and signals for the ring mic from Tim Marshal. AJ: Come on Pip, I don't have all night here. After grabbing the mic, she waits for the crowd to stop booing her so she can speak with an annoyed look on her face. AJ: You know people, it's just going to take me longer to say what I need to the longer you boo. So of course the boos intensify. AJ: And so they boo louder, brilliant. With a light sigh she shakes her head. AJ: Now listen, I've got some stuff to say. But before I get to that, I've got a little backstory to give about myself so you all understand what I'm about to get into. So I suggest listening closely so you're not left scratching your ass afterwards going "Durrrr, that don't make no sense!" Her Irish accent turns into a mock hillbilly one for a moment, before she rolls her eyes and it reverts back to normal. Focusing her gaze on the cameras she speaks with conviction in her voice. AJ: My name is Angel Acheron, the daughter of Damien Acheron. Pausing, she clears her throat. AJ: I threw up some bullshit to keep my identity private for a while, because to be honest the last thing my father needed when he was busy trying to get his revenge on Derek that he'd waited years for was to be worried that someone would try to use me to get to him that way. It just wasn't a risk I wanted to take, what he was fighting for was too damn important. There's emotion in her voice and demeanor, although she's trying her best to stay composed. This isn't about opening up to people, it's about leading into the point she wants to make. AJ: Without getting into my whole life story, I'll just say that anyone who's actually paid attention to a word my dad's said can get the general idea of how the timeline went. And with that in mind I never really viewed wrestling, or my training as anything more than a way to get close to my dad. When I showed up here the same night as him, and started making myself known it was to keep myself busy and stir shit up while he focused on the more important matters. Obviously, things turned out a bit differently from what I expected when they signed me which led to ... well what you've seen for months now. But the sad thing is even with my apathy towards my job and the fact I haven't been trying, I still made more of a name for myself in this company than a good deal of you useless turds floating in the punch bowl. I know, I've said that before, and I've mentioned the fact that this place lacks balls. Going back to my first where I just said as much inflammatory shit as possible whether it made sense or not, just to make the point that it doesn't matter what's said or done ... people just don't give a shit about anything. Taking a moment to pace around a few steps, she collects herself and refocuses. AJ: But this is where it gets into how things changed for me ... not that long ago I was talking to my dad about what I wanted to do with myself. A lot of different things came up, everything he said was making sense to me, and I was starting to feel motivated to start applying my talents towards really making my mark as a wrestler. After all, you can't have fun in a dead company. But then something happened that pushed me to that state where I didn't just want to do so, I knew inside it was what I needed to do. I saw how truly disgusted he was with what the business he'd dedicated himself to had become, how much the complacency really hit home with him. Sometimes it takes a moment for that lighttbulb to click in your head just why it is people care so much about this sport ... and for me that was it. Her tone hasn't raised that much, in fact she's a bit quieter than usual. But the passion behind it is still unlike anything we've heard from her before. AJ: So with that being said, I'm putting all the pieces of shit who claimed to love this business and passion, but never show it on notice right now. You claim to be competitors, I'll show you what a god damn competitor is. Just fair warning, with a few exceptions most of the lot of you haven't shown a fucking clue how to deal with anyone that had the mindset and drive to come in and do whatever they want. And if you don't step up your bloody game, I'll make you look foolish for it. I've already made a few of you look that way without much effort being exerted on my part. Turn your back on me, I'll plunge a knife in it and step over your body on the way to the top. And if you don't like it, do something about it. She pauses and sighs once more. AJ: Ah, who am I fucking kidding ... just stay apathetic, the way you do to everything else.
A static sound is heard
as she drops the mic and exits, her music hitting to a mixed reaction.
Many people still hating her just as much as before, but with her
message having resonated with some groups of fans.
Bob: Well... That
was... surprising.
Cal: I hate to say it,
but she might be on the right track. Might be exactly what the company
needs, in fact.
Bob: I guess time will
tell. That certainly wasn't what I expected though.
Cal: Indeed. Well, we'd
better get things going.
Bob: Absolutely.
Opening us up we've got
a rather odd tag team contest to say the least.
Cal: Both of these tag
teams are strange ones, although the Bread Buddies are a regular unit.
Gidget and J.R, not so much though.
Bob: Well it promises
to be a wild one, let's head to Tim Marshal to get this show on the
road.
Tim Marshal: The
following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
The Toast Song from the
Bob and Tom show starts to play. The Bread Zombie limps out to the ramp.
He pulls his baguette out of his pants, holds it up high and moans a
mighty war moan. He suddenly notices that he still is alone and starts
frantically waving at the entrance. Thomas Carmichael joins him with a
bit of a smile on his face about his partners antics. The Bread Zombie
waves to get going and they descend the ramp towards the ring.
Carmichael keeping pace with his limping companion. Carmichael's Green
and Golden pyros go off behind them ala Edge.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty
pounds, The Bread Zombie and Thomas Carmichael, THE BREAD BUDDIES!
Bob: Is it me or did
this duo seem a lot more natural in their interactions than they have in
the past?
Cal: I don't think it's
just you Bob, perhaps keyed by whatever these changes are Carmichael is
going through.
The Bread Zombie and
Thomas reach the ring and climb the apron. Carmichael enters the ring as
does the Bread Zombie. Of course he stumbles as usual but Carmichael
helps him to keep his balance. The Zombie moans a thanks and Thomas sits
on the top of the back right Turnbuckle waiting for the opponents. The
Bread Zombie raises the baguette in a gesture of victory over his head
and then throws it into the fans. Precisely hitting a fan in the mouth.
Then he limps to Carmichael and they discuss who should start.
Bad by Michael Jackson
hits and Gidget comes straight down to the ring, heading up the steps
and crawling beneath the bottom rope.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing their opponents, weighing in at 115 pounds, from Las Vegas,
Nevada, Gidget The Midget!
Cal: Gidget graced us
with another of his very special songs this week.
Bob: He may take having
a Napoleon complex to new heights, but he does know how to entertain you
have to give him that. No pun intended by the way.
He moves to the middle
of the ring, doing a little Michael Jackson spin, stopping and grabbing
his crotch, doing the whole Jackson pose as he lets out a scream.
Burn It To The Ground
hits the sound system, JR emerging on the stage, a smirk planted on his
face as he takes a moment to look around the arena at these unworthy
fans. He lifts a hand to his forehead, giving a rather fake and
sarcastic salute.
Tim Marshal: His
partner, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 215 pounds, J.R!
Bob: I really don't
like this guy, comes in acting like he's god's gift when he's shown very
little in terms of skill in the ring or verbally. For someone who's so
dismissive of his opponents he really doesn't seem to have a very good
grasp on a lot of things.
Cal: And if that wasn't
bad enough he uses Nickelback for his entrance music.
As he snaps his hand
down large red pillars of pyro are set of on either side of the ramp
next to him before he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring,
popping up to his feet and taunting his opponents. The bell rings and
much to the reluctance of both their partners Gidget starts for his team
while the Zombie does for his. The Zombie runs, well limps slowly and
tries to kick Gidget like a football but Gidget easily avoids it. He
turns and tries again, but Gidget again easily moves and is taunting the
Zombie now. He tries one more time and this time after he misses Gidget
takes the off balance Zombie off his feet with a kick to the knee. With
him downed he delivers a double stomp to the Zombie and goes for a quick
cover, seeming quite confident he has this match won already.
One ...
Gidget seems shocked as
the Zombie easily kicks out.
Bob: Did he really
think that was going to work?
Cal: He's Gidget, so
yes he did.
As the Zombie stumbles
up Gidget insists on staying in the match too far away from the corner
for an annoyed J.R to tag in. Gidget is clinging the Zombie's leg
delivering shots to the knees when Carmichael makes a blind tag in. With
Gidget still wailing away at the Zombie, he delivers a boot to his
temple and covers the midget with a lateral press.
One ...
Two ...
With the heart of a
lion, Gidget kicks out.
Cal: Ouch, that had to
hurt.
Bob: I actually thought
this one might have been over quickly.
Thomas delivers a few
stomps to the back of Gidgets's neck, then tagging the Zombie back in
tosses Gidget up in the air so the Zombie can try to punt him this time.
But again the Zombie misses, just due to lack of coordination more than
anything else on this occasion. Gidget backpedals furiously trying to
regroup, which allows J.R an opportunity to tag himself in. J.R and the
Zombie exchange punches,
until the Zombie pulls out a slice of bread from his pants and bites
into it, then looks at J.R. and while chewing, shouts “What’s up doc?”
And then instead of spitting like J.R. expects, hits the Bread Basket
and then gives him a long, mushy and bready kiss on his mouth. As he
plays to the crowd, an infuriated J.R takes him down with a thesz press
and starts raining punches down before the referee drags him off. As the
Zombie very slowly makes his way up, J.R delivers a swinging neckbreaker.
He then drags him back up and hits a shinbreaker followed up by a
clothesline, then finally a running knee to the head as the Zombie gets
back up to one knee. He drops into the cover, as the ref counts.
One ...
Two ...
The Zombie gets a
shoulder up, and J.R seems a bit upset this match is still going.
Bob: No surprise there,
I think he wants this match over as quickly as possible.
Cal: He seems to think
he's above it, not sure why but he does.
Getting his head back
in it and staying on the offensive J.R delivers several stomps to the
shin and knee of the leg he had delivered the shinbreaker on. He then
turns the Zombie over on it's stomach and pulling it's leg up in the air
slams it down so the knee hits the mat. After soaking in a few boos from
the crowd with a smirk on his face he locks in a boston crab sitting
back putting pressure on his legs and lower back. The Zombie moans in
pain, struggling for a while as he slowly and I mean slowly crawls for
the ropes. Eventually he makes it there for a break, although the ref
has to start a count to make J.R break.
One ...
Two ... Three ...
Four ...
Finally he backs off
with his hands up,
The Zombie uses the
ropes to try and pull himself up as J.R moves forward trying to continue
on the attack. However, the Zombie still has some toast in it's mouth
and spits it in J.R's eyes blinding him long enough to hit a DDT. With
J.R temporarily stunned, the Zombie very slowly limps his way over to
his corner and tags in Carmichael. J.R has wiped the toast out of his
eyes and looks to deliver a clothesline to him, but Carmichael strikes
first with some punches and then whips J.R off the ropes hitting a big
back body drop on the rebound sending him crashing to the mat. As J.R
stands up clutching his back, Thomas delivers a big t-bone suplex before
he covers hooking both legs.
One ...
Two ...
J.R just manages to
kick out.
Cal: That was close, a
powerful throw by Carmichael there.
Bob: Yep, dropped him
with authority, he's a real powerhouse that Carmichael.
Carmichael drags J.R up
and whips him into the corner, not noticing that Gidget made a blind
tag. He charges, which J.R avoids and goes crashing into the
turnbuckles. As he stumbles forward, the referee is busy trying to get
J.R out of the ring as he didn't realize he was tagged either. Gidget
takes advantage by hitting a couple of low blows from behind on
Carmichael sending him crashing to the mat. He climbs up top, and is
looking to deliver the Tadpole Splash but J.R who seemed to think he had
things under control tags back in and in the process sends Gidget
crashing to the floor below. He goes to drop a knee across the face of
Carmichael, but the extra time allowed him to recover and roll out of
the way gingerly. As J.R rolls back up holding his knee Carmichael lifts
him up high in the air and drives the spine of J.R into his knee with
the Crucification. Dropping down, he covers as the ref checks the
shoulders.
One ...
Two ...
Three!!!
Tim Marshal: Here are
your winners, The Bread Buddies!
Bob: And it has to be
good for the Bread Buddies to be getting back on the winning track.
Cal: Yep, they seem to
have fun together so it's good to see them have some success. The team
is what it is with the Zombie as one half, but a good showing tonight.
"The Toast Song" plays,
and the Zombie congratulates his Buddy C in a rather overly friendly
manner, as the ref raises their hands. Meanwhile, a frustrated J.R and
Gidget make their way to the back keeping their distance from one
another.
Bob: Well, that was fun
and speaking of fun Lexi Anderson is in action next against Damien
Stivers..
Cal: Awfully quick of
you, Bob, but yes, we do need to move on.
The Bread Zombie and
Buddy C finally make their own exit, the zombie content to stick with
Carmichael instead of simply crawling under the ring.
Cal: There we go. Now,
what say you give this match a proper introduction?
Bob: You're right.
Ahem. Next up we have former MMA wrestler Lexi Anderson who will be
facing off against Damien Stivers.
Cal: So true Bob and
Lexi was wondering why Damien was always so angry with folks. It's clear
that you don't have to be that way all the time.
Bob: Yeah now if
someone would just tell Jerry Sheppard.
Cal: Wow a joke from
Bob, though I feel you should take a gander at this month's Jerry's
Jive. You might be surprised.
Bob: Yes Cal I can tell
jokes, and no I probably wouldn't be.
Anyway's it's now time to get down to ringside so that we can get
on with this match.
( Damien Stivers vs. Lexi
Anderson
After the first verse
of Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor, Damien appears on the top of the ramp
and makes his way to the ring without paying attention to anything that
is happening around him.
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall! From parts unknown,
weighing in at 220 pounds, Damien Stivers!
Bob: When ever you look
at Damien Stivers Cal you have to think he has the worlds problems
resting on his shoulders.
Cal: Yes but in reality
life is not so bad. He has some things to work through but there are
people who have been through so much more and they are still standing,
he could learn quite a bit from them.
When Damien enters the
ring, he goes to the middle of the ring and draws aside his arms to show
that he is at his place before then lowering them once again.
Fireworks explode from each corner of the ring. Then Damien takes
his corner readying himself for the match. Damien removes his chain with
the two wedding rings and kisses the one of Carine before he gives it to
the referee.
Her music hits and Lexi
makes her way down to the ring at a brisk pace with a bounce in her
step, smiling and waving to the crowd. Emily Sasso makes her way out
beside her and makes her way down to the ring at a more deliberate pace
slapping hands along the way.
Tim Marshal: On the way
to the ring, accompanied by Emily Sasso, weighing one hundred and
nineteen pounds, from Coconut creek Florida, here is Lexi Anderson!
Bob: It's been a while
but it's always nice to see Lexi in action.
She has quite a unique style that is certainly one that looks
good but must really provide a tough test for her opponents.
Cal: I personally want
to know what she is on, and weather I can have what ever it is too.
She slides into the
ring and pops up, waving to the fans again, while Emily grabs a chair at
ringside and takes a seat.
Lexi cheerily makes her
way to the centre of the ring as the match begins.
Damien who was already there tenses his posture as they square
up. Damien goes for a big
right but Lexi weaves out of
the way. Now with the speed
that she has Lexi catches Damien with a knife edge chop.
She follows this with a couple more and the chest of Damien is
visibly reddened. Lexi then
delivers a couple of strong kicks which send Damien staggering back in
the corner.
Bob: Those strikes will
really take it out of you.
The constant impact of such force is not meant to be endured by the
human body for long.
Cal: Exactly and with
her spending as much time at the gym as she does you have to think that
she can really pack a wallop.
Damien comes out of the
corner and just as Lexi is about to catch him with a roundhouse kick he
moves out of the way. From
Behind now Damien hooks up Lexi's arms and drives her to the mat with a
full Nelson slam.
Cal: Damien Stivers
turns things around and now he really has to make this count.
Bob: Even though the
match is still early on he can really show how much he wants this win
now that he has managed to gain that control.
Damien drags Lexi to
her feet and whips her into the ropes.
He catches her with a spinebuster.
Damien then goes for a pin attempt.
Bob: Damien going to
try and win it here.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: No way too fresh .
Perhaps more of a token pin rather than him thinking he would
take it there.
Damien gets Lexi to her
feet and then slams her on the mat with a T-bone suplex.
He backs off and then takes a few steps forwards.
Damien leaps in the air but misses the attempted elbow drop as
Lexi rolls out of the way.
Bob: Damien clutching
his elbow there, he landed on it hard.
Cal: One bad miss and
it could cost you a match or worse an injury.
Lexi and Damien who is
still clutching his elbow get to their feet.
Lexi delivers a Judo trip and as Damien falls to the mat she
follows it up with a jumping knee drop which lands on the chest of
Damien. With Damien's
shoulders down on the mat Lexi goes for a pin fall.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: Damien is not done
yet and that was a good strong kick out by him.
Bob: it sure was and
Damien showing that he can compete in this match.
Damien still favoring
that elbow gets to his feet.
Lexi is ready once again though and after a jab she delivers a strong
hook punch. Lexi then
completes the combo with a Superman punch and Damien finds him-self on
the mat once again.
Cal: Damien Stivers
could be out of it here.
Bob: No I can see him
moving but what a flurry of attacks there by Lexi.
Damien gets gingerly to
his feet and Lexi kicks him in the gut.
When he bends over Lexi hooks his head and grabs his damaged arm.
She then falls back completing the single arm DDT.
Cal: Lexi has full
control here she may think of putting this one away at this point.
Bob: I think she heard
you because she is going for a pin fall.
Lexi hooks the leg as
the referee drops to make the count.
One...
Two...
Thr Kick out!
Cal: Oh wow so close
but she didn't get it!
Bob: Damien holding on
here but just barely.
Lexi gets some distance
and as Damien gets to his feet she runs in.
Damien perhaps more out of desperation at this point brings up
his foot which Lexi runs right into.
Damien drags Lexi to her feet and whips her into the ropes.
He lifts her up and slams her to the mat with a powerslam when
she gets in range. Damien punches away at Lexi who rolls away and gets
to her feet. Damien still has the momentum though and he uses it to
execute a shoulder breaker.
Cal: Damien fighting
through the pain of his damaged arm is really doing a good job now.
That shoulder breaker was right on the money.
Bob: Now is that big
chance we talked about earlier.
Now is the time for Damien to take the momentum and do something
with it.
Damien brings Lexi to
her feet. He measures her up
and as he attempts a super kick Lexi steps neatly out of the way.
She navigates her-self to the side of Damien and grabs his arm.
She then utilises a side arm takedown and with Damien down on the
mat Lexi has the perfect opportunity to lock in a Fujiwara arm bar.
Damien screams in pain but he is in the middle of the ring and in
deep trouble.
Bob: That's locked in
on the damaged arm of Damien.
This is going to be difficult for him to escape from.
Cal: I don't think he
can do it, look at the pained expression on his face.
Damien holds on for as
long as he can but in the end he has no choice but to tap out.
The bell rings and Lexi smiles as her music begins to play.
Tim Marshal: here is
your winner, Lexi Anderson!
Bob: What a match and
what a win for Lexi here at February Revolution.
Cal: Look at the smile
on her face, she is delighted.
Mind you, she is always smiling like that.
Damien gets out of the
ring and makes his way to the back, looking like thunder as Lexi
celebrates her win with Emily Sasso.
Cal: Much more action
to come with Alex shade taking on Steve Evans next.
Bob: That will be quite
the match but for now we need to head to the back. Backstage Joe Dick is walking down the arena hallway, looking cool and calm with a smug grin on his face. As he reaches the catering area, he sees Persephone Waters at one of the tables set up about to take the last donut. She however, doesn't see him approaching as she grabs the donut with her good arm and as he walks by Joe nonchalantly superkicks the SWA's resident stoner and snatches the donut out of midair as it flies out of her hand. He does wrinkle his nose a bit, as he inspects it closer. Joe: Ugh, a jelly one? He shrugs his shoulders before wolfing it down and starting to continue down the hall. Before he can get too far though, he's stopped by Wristlock host Mieke Janssen who has a rather bemused look on her face having witnessed the whole incident. Mieke: Feeling proud to have gotten a hard night's work in? Joe shrugs his shoulders a second time. Joe: Got the night off, gotta keep myself entertained somehow. Mieke: Well I'll tell you what, since you're so bored how about I come up with a way to keep you out of trouble? Joe starts to raise an eyebrow, and Mieke quickly follows up realizing where his mind is headed. Mieke: No, not that ... I meant you could be my first interview guest on the Wristlock. I won't be having them all the time, but you seem like someone with plenty to say. A smile forms on his face hearing that. Joe: That I am, alright you've got yourself a date. He goes to slap her ass as he walks by, but she grabs his wrist and shakes her head as he's about to do so. Letting out a sigh, Joe continues walking off shaking his head.
Joe: In due time my
love, in due time.
Bob: Joe Dick ladies
and gentlemen. Now it's time
to move on though. Alex
shade continues his attempted rise to the top as he faces off against
Steve Evans who beat Lance King, last time he was in action.
Cal: So true Bob. Good
first showing by Steve against lance and a good showing by Alex against
Thomas sets this match up quite nicely.
Bob: So let's get
things under way with these two long time members of the SWA. ( Alex Shade vs. Steve Evans )
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Alex Shade steps out on
to the stage. He pauses for a moment looking at the crowd around him. He
gives a slight nod then throws a fist up. He continues to walk down the
ramp looking straight at the ring. His arms are reached out slapping
hands with the fans. The closer he gets to the ring he begins to run.
Tim Marshal:
On the way to the ring, from Halifax Nova Scotia, weighing two
hundred and four pounds, here is Alex Shade!
Bob:
Alex really took some good momentum from his victory over Thomas
it seems based on his mental state. I mean the win doesn't mean as much
as the reasons and the want to beat Thomas.
Cal: As we talked about
before with Damien. It's
about taking all the opportunities you can.
It's about making something of the chances that fall your way.
Alex and Steve both have that.
Alex slides in between
the mat and the bottom rope. He quickly rises to his feet. He jumps up
the turnbuckle and looks around again. He turns around and hops down. He
places his hands on either side of his neck and snaps his head left and
right before taking to his corner seeming to be relaxed.
The lights around the
arena begin to flash in red as smoke slowly fills the entrance way as
they all focus on the middle of the entrance stage as Steve Evans slowly
steps out from behind the curtain and into the light as all the arena is
dark except for a single red light shining down on him. The lights come
back on in the arena and begin to flash in a strobe pattern as the
chorus kicks in and Steve stands at the very top of the ramp and holds
his arms up in the air and pyro begins to shoot off around him in a
circle that first goes clockwise then counter clockwise and then pyro
rains down on him as he smiles and slowly makes his way down to the
middle of the ramp and pounds his chest and then two more big blasts of
pyro shoots out from the stage and out over the crowd.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing his opponent, from St. Louis Missouri, weighing two hundred
and forty five pounds, here is Steve Evans!
Cal: I don't understand
why Steve called Alex a stepping stone, that was a strange comment.
Bob: Maybe it was the
excitement of the match.
After all considering the rest of the stuff he said He didn't seem to be
regarding him as only a stepping stone.
He then makes his way
down the ramp and stops at the bottom of the steps and slaps hands with
a few fans. He looks around and then makes his way up to the ring apron
and holds onto the top rope as he wipes his feet and then slowly steps
into the ring. He makes his way over to the turnbuckle and poses for the
crowd and smiles and points to a few fans and then prepares for his
match.
The contest begins with
a tie up. Alex breaks it and
delivers a couple of punches which are returned in kind by Steve.
Alex then catches Steve with an elbow to the chin.
Alex whips Steve into the corner and follows him in.
Alex delivers a punch and then rams Steve's head into the
turnbuckle. A dazed Steve
staggers out and Alex catches him with an STO.
Alex then comes off the Ropes but misses the attempted elbow
drop.
Cal: What a fast paced
start to the match. Alex
really starting out strongly but with Steve avoiding that elbow he could
have regained the momentum.
Bob:
They wanted this match to steal the show and they look like they
are doing everything they can to do just that, however it's still early.
Cal: Yeah so Bob it's a
case of wait and see.
Steve picks up Alex and
delivers a body slam. He
follows it up with an elbow drop to the shoulder of Alex.
Steve then picks up Alex and rolls him up in a small package.
Bob: Small package by
Steve.
One...
Two...
Alex reverses it by
turning it over!
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: Wow nice job by
Alex rolling over and reversing it but Steve managed to kick out.
Bob: This match has
been fascinating so far , let's hope they can keep it up.
Both men get to their
feet and once again begin to lock horns. Alex goes for a right but Steve
ducks it. Steve then
delivers a shot to the ribs and follows it up with a neck breaker.
Steve sits Alex up, and with Steve's knees digging into the back
of Alex Steve puts his hands on the chin of Alex and pulls back.
Cal: Reverse chin lock
by Steve and now his plan is to ground and wear down Alex.
Bob: Good plan I think.
Cal: It's only a good
plan if it works Bob.
The crowd cheer on the
match and begin a rhythmical clap as Steve continues to apply pressure.
Alex tries to fight out of it and then eventually manages to get to his
knees. Steve desperately
tries to hold on but Alex reaches his feet which alleviates the pressure
of the hold. Steve has no
option but to break and after he does he turns Alex around and delivers
a kick to the gut. Steve
then picks up Alex in a fireman's Carry.
Cal: Evans effect!
Evan's effect! Alex is in
huge trouble here.
Alex manages to swing
around before Steve can do anything more with the Fireman's carry and
hooks Steve's head as Alex falls backwards.
The result is a Strong DDT
by Alex. Alex then
whips Steve into the ropes and follows him in to them.
Alex tips Steve over the top rope and to the outside.
Steve hits the ground with a thud.
Bob: Alex sends Steve
over the top rope. I wonder
what he is up to?
Cal: I think you are
just about to find out Bob.
Alex then backs away.
Steve gets to his feet and Alex charges forwards.
Alex slides under the bottom rope and nails Steve in the head
with his feet thus completing the baseball slide.
With both men on the outside the referee restarts the count.
Alex gets Steve to his feet and whips him into the ring post.
Steve brings up his hands and they stop the momentum of the whip
as they collide with the ring post.
Alex Jabs Steve and then lunges forwards.
Steve manages to grab Alex's head and is able to ram it into the
ring post.
Cal: Ouch!
Alex can't know where he is right now.
Bob: He wanted Steve to
bring the fight to him and it looks like Steve just did.
Steve rolls Alex into
the ring and climbs in with him.
Steve gets Alex to his feet and lifts him up in a body slam
position. When Alex is upside down Steve shifts Alex's body so that it
is against the side of Steve.
Steve then hooks the head on the same side and drops to a sitting
position, driving Alex onto his neck and the back of his head.
Steve goes for a pin as the ref drops for the count.
Bob: There is an
Emerald fusion. Alex could
seriously be done here.
One...
Two...
Thr Shoulder up!
Cal: Oh my word, so
close there Bob.
Bob: Yes that was close
Cal and I couldn't help but
notice you suppressing an expletive.
Cal: It nearly slipped
out. This match has just
been so back and forth.
Steve climbs to the top
rope. He leaps off and
misses the attempted elbow drop as Alex is able to get out of the way
just in the nick of time.
Both men are down and the ref starts to count.
Bob: This match has had
so much happen in it and both men are exhausted.
Cal: It's been awesome
and there is still so much more to come.
After a five both men
are back on their feet. They
are certainly looking tired but no less determined.
Alex charges forwards and catches Steve with a running DDT. As
Steve gets to his feet Alex nails him with a Shining wizard.
Steve is down and Alex goes for a pin.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: Oh wow that was so
close!
Bob: This match has
been so back and forth that you just don't know what is going to happen
next.
Steve slowly gets to
his feet but is nailed with a super kick!
Alex falls onto Steve as the ref goes to make the count again.
Bob: The Tomb of the
Aquiro Demon! and this match surely has to be over.
One...
Two...
Three!
Cal: It's over and Alex
did it.
Tim Marshal: here is
your winner, Alex Shade!
Steve climbs out of the
ring and after one more look at Alex makes his way to the back.
Alex celebrates in the ring as his music plays.
Cal: I don't know if
they stole the show like they wanted to, that will be up to the fans to
decide but what a match.
Bob: It was one heck of
a match and the fans are cheering them both heartily.
Cal: There is still so
much more to come to here at Feb Rev Bob.
What a night so far.
Bob: It sure is an
occasion to remember so far.
As always the SWA provides such entertainment and we are going to get
yet more of that next because we have Xtreme gold on the line as Julio
Valdez takes on team Blitzman.
Cal: No reason not to
start that now, eh, Bob?
Bob: Indeed not. This
match is gonna be huge, so why put it off? Tim, bring it on.
Tim Marshal: The
following is a handicapped match scheduled for one fall, and it is for
the SWA Xtreme championship!
As Till I Collapse hits the
speakers, Julio makes his way out looking straight ahead staying focused
on the task at hand. Tim Marshal:
Introducing the challenger, from San Diego, California, weighing in at
218 pounds, Julio Valdez! Bob: Look at the focus
in the eyes of Valdez here. He's completely aware the odds are stacked
against him, and he's completely aware that anything goes in this match. Cal: Yep, but he isn't
one to back down. Not only is he the type of person that owns up to his
mistakes, he never runs away from anything at all. Bob: He's got a lot of
heart. Personally, I hope he pulls this off. Cal: Well, ya never
know. That anything goes rule applies to Julio as well, and a shot with
the right weapon at the right time can change a lot. He makes his way down
to the ring at a methodical pace before going up the ring steps onto the
apron, and stepping through the ropes. As he makes his way to the center
of the ring, he gives a slight nod of his head to the crowd to
acknowledge any cheering, which there is plenty of on this occasion,
before taking his corner.
"Still Dre" hits the
speakers and the lights go black before a spotlight shines on the stage.
Out comes the entire Team Blitzman to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Seth is wearing a boxer style robe with it's hood pulled over his head,
and boxing shorts as well. The robe is black with gold trim, with "Blitzman"
embroidered on the front in gold lettering and "Dean Of Extreme" across
the back of it. Thomas and Dr. Lloyd are both forgoing their usual
attire, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. The t-shirts each have an
image of Seth in a fighting pose on the front with the words "Team
Blitzman" above it and "Mexico We Have A Problem" below, while the back
of them reads "Blitzer vs. Valdez" with the date 2.28.10 below it, then
the words "Live on Pay Per View" directly below that. Thomas is carrying
a waterbottle and towel like a traditional boxing cornerman as he
accompanies Seth down to the ring, while a dejected looking Dr. Lloyd is
struggling to carry Seth down the ramp as he sits atop her shoulders.
Tim Marshal: And his
opponents, being accompanied by Dr. Lloyd, and lead by our Xtreme
Champion Seth Blitzer, Team Blitzman!
Bob: Technically Dr.
Lloyd is also on that team.
Cal: Maybe Tim just did
her a favor by not verbally associating her with them. Or maybe he just
didn't want to work out that sentence's structure. Regardless, this team
may prove quite formidable.
Bob: They may, I
suppose. Thomas Von Karstein can be relatively formidable on his own,
especially when he's truly driven as he is now. And Seth, well, it is an
Xtreme rules match.
Cal: Exactly. Julio
can't afford to let his guard down, not that I'm saying he would.
Bob: Oh he won't.
Cal: Which is why I
said... Nevermind.
As they reach the ring,
Thomas climbs up on the apron and sets the waterbottle and towel down in
their corner. Seth then orders Dr. Lloyd to turn to face the top of the
ramp, and as the spotlight shines on him Thomas removes his robe so Seth
can flex his muscles while still atop her shoulders. Thomas for his part
points the index finger of each hand at Seth to indicate that all the
attention should be on him, before lifting him off Lloyd's shoulders and
onto the apron. As Dr. Lloyd collapses clutching at her back at
ringside, Thomas towels Seth off and squirts some water into his mouth
as he shadowboxes in his corner, taunting his opponent. Thomas then
finally unstraps the title from around Seth's waist and hands it to the
referee so Seth can continue to focus on his preparations. Thomas then
stands beside Seth, not moving at all as if waiting for instructions.
Seth finally stops Shadowboxing, allowing his music to fade. He stares
at Julio, who stares right back, looking unafraid.
Bob: We're just about
ready to go here.
Cal: Poor Dr. Lloyd.
Bob: I know, but what
can we do? she serves him because she's afraid of him, and afraid of
losing her job.
Cal: Certainly we could
get her a job in the company separate from him.
Bob: Probably, but I
don't think she wants to risk it. Anyway, looks like we're starting.
Yep, there's the bell.
The bell rings, and
Thomas and Seth split up, both coming at Julio from opposite sides.
Julio turns to face Seth, attempting to knock him off course. he
succeeds, actually knocking him down with a forearm, but Thomas catches
him with a kick to the back, followed by a sweeping sidekick that makes
Julio stumble into his corner. Thomas then appears to become concerned
about his fallen master, and turns to check on him. This gives Julio
time to push himself away from the post, and grab Thomas forcefully by
the arm. Julio whirls Thomas around, and slams him into the same corner,
then quickly thrusts Thomas's arm through the ropes, wrapping it around
the post, and proceeding to pummel it with his fists. Thomas cries out
in agony with each blow.
Bob: Oh wow! Great,
effective move by Julio.
Cal: Yep, and it's
perfectly legal. He's isolating a limb, and working to take it out of
action.
Seth has reached his
feet by this point and, teeth bared, he strides quickly up behind Julio,
and delivers a fairly powerful clothesline to the back of his head.
Surprised, Julio drops Thomas's arm, stumbles, and falls over the ropes
and out of the ring, landing hard on his back.
Cal: Oh man. If this
were a Battle Royal, Julio would be eliminated.
Bob: true, but it's
not. He'll have to take the hit to his back, and move on.
Instead of immediately
climbing out of the ring to go after Julio, Seth spends some time
yelling at Thomas for not helping the Blitzman to his feet after Julio
had made him trip. Thomas looks completely ashamed, and tears his arm
free of the ropes, leaping out of the ring to go after Julio. He
delivers an elbow drop while Julio is still on the ground, then looks
back up at Seth, who appears only mildly more pleased.
Bob: I will never claim
to understand Thomas von Karstein, but this relationship between him and
Seth gets weirder and weirder all the time.
Cal: Agreed on that
point, my friend.
Seth steps slowly out
of the ring to join Thomas and Julio. Julio, however, suddenly pushes
himself up, shoving Thomas off of him and climbing back up to his feet.
In a flash he turns, shoots for Thomas's legs, and takes him down. Then,
without losing a step, he moves backward, sensing Seth coming toward
him, and smashing a back elbow into the executive's face. Still keeping
it going, he whirls, grabs the stunned Seth, and flings him toward
Thomas, who is still down. Seth trips over him, and falls forward, half
of him landing on Thomas, the other half hitting the floor. Julio rushes
in, taking a moment to stomp on Thomas's injured arm, then dropping down
and rolling Seth into an armbar. Both Seth and Thomas cry out, though
Thomas's is far shorter than Seth's near whale.
Bob: Amazing! Look how
methodical Julio is. Look how he takes control, and doesn't let it go.
Cal: And he doesn't
even have a weapon yet. I dread the moment he picks one up.
As if he had heard
them, Julio actually lets go of his hold on Seth, gets back to his feet,
and heads toward the ring. Once there, he reaches underneath, and
extracts a baseball bat.
Bob: That day has come,
Cal.
Cal: Yep, looks like
Julio's about to go for a couple of HBI's.
Bob: It's RBI's, Cal.
Cal: No no no, Bob.
Heads bashed in.
Bob: Oh right. Hahaha.
Julio steps back toward
Thomas and Seth, who are both rising carefully to their feet. He waits
for them to rise, then steps once more toward Seth, taking a powerful
swing with the bat. To his credit, Seth manages to catch the bat as it
whistles toward his head, the sound of it smacking against his hand a
very, very audible thing. Julio, however, even manages to use this to
his advantage, shifting his grip and wrenching upward on the bat,
causing Seth's arm to twist slightly.
Bob: Oh wow! I thought
Seth was going to take back the advantage there, but Julio stops him
with a clever move.
Cal: He had better
watch out for Thomas...
Seth lets go of the
bat, and for a moment, Julio has complete control of it, but Thomas
charges him,kicking the bat out of Julio's hands. It goes flying, and
Seth manages to catch it again, this time with both hands, and without
another grip to worry about. He gives Thomas a small nod of approval
which Thomas seems utterly overjoyed to have received.
Bob: Well, Seth gets
his way after all. He's got the bat now.
Julio goes for Seth,
his immediate threat, but Thomas grabs him from behind. Understanding he
has no choice but to deal with him first, Julio twists free, and clocks
Thomas squarely in the head with a big punch. Unfortunately, almost no
time later, Seth smashes the bat into the back of Julio's head, causing
him to crumple forward. What Seth doesn't immediately realize, however,
is that Julio has fallen right on top of Thomas. The referee notices,
and begins counting the pinfall.
1...
2...
Seth breaks free of a
momentary shock that took hold when he first heard the count, and
quickly drops the bat, reaches down, and hauls Julio up and off of
Thomas.
Bob: Oh my God, that
was close, and what a win that would've been for Julio!
Cal: Yeah. Seth had no
idea what he had done. Unfortunately, that shot to the head still had to
hurt. Julio does look a bit out of it.
Bob: Yeah, but given
the fighting spirit he has shown throughout this match so far, I'd say
he may yet fight back.
Cal: He may.
Thomas finds his feet
seconds later, and hurries back toward the ring to locate another
weapon. he comes back with a standard steel chair, and Seth smiles. Seth
holds Julio from behind by the arms, and Thomas steps up, preparing to
deliver a mighty blow. Just as Thomas is about to swing, however, Julio
kicks backward, catching Seth in the gut and effectively knocking him
away. he then throws up his arms, blocking Thomas's chair shot, and
wrenching the weapon free of his grasp. With a fire in his eyes, Julio
slams the chair into Thomas's head, the impact denting the metal.
Bob: And Julio got the
chair, and down goes Thomas!
Cal: Look at his eyes.
he's done playing with both these guys.
Thomas goes down, and
doesn't move. Julio slowly turns around to see Seth advancing on him,
breathing heavily. Seth sees Julio holding the chair, and looks around,
just a touch of nervousness appearing on his features as he discovers he
has nobody to help him. Julio seems to delight in what he sees on Seth's
face, as he smiles before delivering a crushing chair shot to Seth's own
head. Seth falls back slowly, like a corporate giant in a depression,
and hits the floor with an audible thud. Dr. Lloyd, who has been
watching these events for quite some time now, suddenly looks hopeful.
Cal: And now Seth is
brought down with a nasty chair shot!
Bob: And Cal, I think
that's all it's gonna take! These two are totally out.
Julio, still smiling
just a little, lets the chair fall, then drops down to cover Seth. The
referee, our esteemed Katie Williams as it turns out, begins the count.
1...
2...
3!
The crowd erupts as
"Till I Collapse" begins playing again. Julio surges to his feet, elated
by his victory.
Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, and the new SWA Xtreme champion, Julio Valdez!
Julio raises his arms
to the sky long before the referee reaches him, turning slowly to absorb
the feeling in the air, and the cheering of the crowd.
Bob: He did it! What an
incredible victory! The odds were stacked against him, but Julio got a
decisive win, and became our new Xtreme champion.
Cal: We've just
witnessed a classic, Bob. Not everyone could deal with these two the way
Julio has done tonight, and he did a fantastic job of it.
Julio looks down at
Team Blitzman, both of them facing different directions on the floor. He
knows he has done something great. Katie actually has to tap him on the
shoulder to get him to raise his head. Once he does, she hands him the
title, and he beams. He holds that up as well, and the crowd roars anew,
rejoicing at Julio's success. Julio slowly begins to make his way to the
back, his head bleeding just a little from Seth's shot with the bat.
That doesn't seem to matter, though, as Julio is clearly on cloud nine.
Bob: Incredible.
Absolutely wonderful job done by Julio Valdez tonight.
Cal: Oh he has just
made his mark, Bob. May it be the first of many.
Dr. Lloyd actively
cheers for Julio right along with the crowd up until the moment Seth
starts to stir. Thomas also begins moving, but it seems he already
understands what has happened. His face is contorted with shame when he
sits up, and Seth's is contorted with anger. He begins yelling all sorts
of obscenities at Thomas, who now seems to be practically in tears. He
gets up, turns, and head down, walks away into the back, not even
bothering to disappear. Seth turns his attention on Dr. Lloyd, but she
scurries off before he can get more than a few words out. Still very
angry, Seth finally leaves as well.
Bob: Well, I'm sure
we'll be hearing a ton of complaints from Seth in the near future.
Cal: But that doesn't
matter. This match was more than worth whatever Seth could possibly have
to wine about.
Bob: Too true, Cal. Too
true. At any rate, it's time for us to move on. Onto what, you may ask?
A last man standing match. A grudge match born of betrayal.
Cal: Well, at least
partially. Truthfully, Simon probably never should've teamed up with
Calypso. I don't think now that it could've worked under any
circumstances.
Bob: Perhaps not.
Nonetheless, here we are. Tim, let's bring these guys out. ( Calypso vs. Simon Kayne - Last Man Standing )
Tim Marshal: The
following match is a Last Man Standing! Introducing first, from New
Castle, England, standing seven foot two, weighing in at four hundred
and ten pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Michelle, he is…
Calypso!
For whom the bell tolls
by Metallica begins to play and Michelle steps out onto the stage. She
smiles and waves at the booing fans before making her way down the ramp.
After she begins her walk to the ring Calypso steps out and follows her
down to the ring. Michelle takes in the boos as if they are all for her
and continues to smile broadly. When they reach it Michelle gets into
the ring and then indicates for Calypso to do the same. Calypso then
steps over the top rope and walks to a corner as Michelle hops out of
the ring.
Bob: Well you know, we
have seen a lot from Calypso this week and it seems that he has regained
his focus, his mission here in the SWA and he’s not going to let anyone
stop him, let alone his opponent here tonight.
Cal: How right you are,
Bob. Calypso is almost like a new man here this week. Or rather back to
his old self I should say. Either way this is going to be one hell of a
brutal match, that’s for sure.
Bob: Well I for one
can’t wait to see it unfold here at February Revolution and I’m sure I’m
not the only one!
Tim Marshal: And the
opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, standing six foot two and weighing in
at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, Simon Kayne!
The beginning of Bad
Company by FFFD hits the P.A. and Simon Kayne steps out onto the stage.
Pyros explode as the song hits the words. He is not wearing his typical
ring gear. He has war paint on his face a Kevlar jacket and a pair of
BDUs on. He has his complete focus on the task at hand. Simon slowly
makes his way down to the ring. He walks up the steps, wiping his feet
on the mat and steps into the ring, just eyeballing Calypso.
Cal: And here comes
Simon and he looks like he is dressed for battle here tonight.
Bob: Well I think he’s
coming into this match with the right mentality, I mean look at him! He
looks like he was just dropped behind enemy lines and is more than ready
and willing to fight his way out.
Cal: Well only time
will tell if this costume change of his will be what it takes to win
this match, I don’t know, personally I think it will take a lot more
than a new costume.
After a brief
explanation of the rules, the ref calls for the bell. It rings and the
match is underway. Both men meet in the center of the ring, Calypso
standing above Simon, looking down without expression. Simon looks up at
Calypso, not hiding the rage that dominates his features. They stand
there in silence for a moment, sizing one another up, the crowd feeling
the anticipation of the action to come. The entire arena is buzzing, a
slowly rising hum of excitement that surrounds the ring as they look on,
waiting to see who will cast the first blow. Simon decides to take it
upon himself to get things started, putting his hands up and giving
Calypso a hard shove. Calypso takes a single step back from the force of
Simon’s push and stands his ground, continuing to just stare at him
blankly. Simon seems to get angrier, moving up to Calypso again, giving
him another shove. This time Calypso is forced to turn his shoulder back
from the impact and he slowly turns back to fully face Simon. Simon
starts to get into his face, yelling at him to do something. Calypso
seems to take it all in, letting Simon’s words roll right off him.
Slowly his head turns, looking out of the ring at Michelle who gives him
a smirk and a nod. Calypso responds with a nod of his own but Simon is
growing impatient and gives Calypso a hard slap to the side of the head.
Calypso pauses for a moment, turning his attention slowly back to Simon
who’s telling him to give him his best shot. Suddenly Calypso goes onto
the attack, catching Simon with a huge uppercut right to the jaw. The
direct hit sends Simon stumbling back into the ropes, his vision
blurring for a moment as he shakes his head, leaning against the ropes
as he rubs his jaw, slowly recovering from the sucker punch.
Bob: Wow! Calypso
nearly took Simon’s head off with that uppercut! What a way to get
things going!
Cal: I don’t think
anyone saw that coming from the big man and Simon must be thinking twice
about this match.
Bob: After a punch like
that I don’t think he’s thinking much of anything right now, Cal.
Cal: Fair enough, Bob.
Simon turns his head,
spitting on the mat before turning back to Calypso, fire burning in his
eyes. He launches himself off of the ropes, Calypso dead set in his
sights. As the distance closes, Calypso swings an arm, looking for a
hard clothesline but Simon manages to duck beneath it, rebounding off
the other side. As he comes back Calypso doesn’t have time to turn
around and Simon has both feet off the mat, catching Calypso in the back
with a dropkick. With his weight already off balance from the failed
clothesline Attempt, Calypso is knocked forward and he goes tumbling
over the ropes to the outside. Simon is quickly back up on his feet,
celebrating a bit by working the crowd before he heads out of the ring
to join Calypso on the outside.
Bob: What a counter by
Simon and now it looks as if the momentum has really shifted here.
Cal: Well that’s only
if Simon can stop showboating here and capitalize on this situation.
With both men outside
the ref yells at them to bring it back into the ring. Simon takes his
time coming around the other side of the ring as Michelle goes to check
on the fallen Calypso, slipping him a chair. He is already starting to
get up as Simon comes around the corner. He moves up behind him,
reaching down to grab his head but Calypso wheels around, sending the
chair to Simon’s gut and doubling him over. The air knocked from his
lungs, Simon puts one hand
on the ring apron to steady himself as Calypso brings the chair down
hard across his back, sprawling him out on the floor. Calypso doesn’t
waste any time, stomping down on Simon’s head and back, looking to put
him out of commission early.
Cal: Oh! Did you see
that? Michelle slipped him that chair!
Bob: You know, I’m not
sure what hurts worse, those chair shots or those stomps by Calypso
himself. Hard choice but I think I’d rather take the chair, myself.
Figuring he’s had
enough, Calypso rolls back into the ring, moving back over to the far
corner and standing there with his back to the fallen Simon. The ref
begins the ten count, watching for any movement.
Bob: Simon is down,
could this be it?
Cal: I don’t know but
Calypso sure looks confident.
1...
2...
3...
Simon stirs a bit on
the floor, rolling over onto his back, trying to catch his breath as he
tries to recover from those vicious stomps and chair shots.
Cal: Simon showing
signs of life.
Bob: But does he have
what it takes to break this ten count?
4...
5...
6...
Calypso continues to
stand there, looking off into space as he listens to the count. Simon
slowly reaches up, grabbing onto the ring apron and starting to pull
himself up.
Cal: Simon pulling
himself up but what is Calypso doing over there?
Bob: He’s waiting for
that count, Cal. We can’t even begin to get into the head of that
monster.
7...
8...
9...
Calypso raises his head
slightly, expecting the end of the match but the ref never reaches ten.
He stands there motionless for a moment as if expecting the ten at any
minute. Finally he slowly turns back around, seeing Simon back in the
ring, hunched forward and breathing heavily, glaring across the ring at
him. Calypso starts to take a step forward but stops as he sees Simon
reaching down, producing two railroad spikes from his boot. He holds one
in each hand, ready to use them on his opponent.
Bob: Simon’s up! And he
has… are those railroad spikes?
Cal: They sure are,
Bob, and it looks like he is going to put them to good use!
Calypso seems to regard
him for a moment before taking another step forward. Letting out a war
cry, Simon lunges forward, spikes raised and ready to attack. He brings
one down, aiming for Calypso’s shoulder. Calypso raises his arm,
blocking the attack. Simon brings the other one down but Calypso blocks
the second attempt as well. Simon releases a cry of frustration, Calypso
holding onto his wrists. Suddenly Calypso rears back, giving Simon a
hard head butt, causing Simon to drop the spikes to the mat.
Cal: Well I think that
plan backfired for Simon and he looks like he is out on his feet.
Bob: Calypso is so
powerful, he’s not the kind of wrestler you can beat when you try to
match strength, I think Simon is learning this the hard way here
tonight.
Simon starts to slump a
bit in Calypso’s grasp, eyes blinking as his head swims. Calypso leans
back, giving him a second head butt just as devastating as the first.
Simon’s knees give out and he collapses down to them on the mat as
Calypso releases his hold. Simon kneels there, head bowed, gasping for
breath as he seems to be out of it, Calypso standing over him, watching
with apparent interest.
Bob: Look at Calypso,
it’s almost as if he’s dissecting some insect in there.
Cal: Well I think Simon
is certainly starting to feel like one in there as well!
Gathering the strength
deep within, Simon slowly raises his head to look up at Calypso, the
same fire and intensity in his eyes. He starts to say something but all
that comes out is a sputtering laugh. Calypso slightly tilts his head to
one side, suddenly wrapping one hand around Simon’s throat, dragging him
back up to his feet. Simon struggles as best he can against the hold but
suddenly finds himself lifted up off of his feet. He grabs onto
Calypso’s hand on his throat, gritting his teeth as he sends a hard kick
to Calypso’s gut. The sudden impact forces Calypso to release his hold,
Simon dropping back down and suddenly finding it within himself to
deliver a swift kick to Calypso’s jaw, knocking the big man flat out on
his back.
Bob: The Feature
Presentation! It’s over! It’s over!
Cal: Oh my god! I don’t
know where Simon found the strength for that one but this could be all
over, folks.
Simon stumbles
backwards into the corner, slumping against it as the ref starts the ten
count on Calypso, using this time to catch his breath, certain that
Calypso wont be getting up after that picture perfect Feature
Presentation.
1... 2..
3...
Cal: Could it be? I
think Calypso might actually be down for the count.
Bob: What a win this is
going to be for Simon here tonight!
Michelle pounds on the
mat from the outside, screaming at Calypso to get up. Simon shoots an
annoyed glance to her, yelling at her to shut the hell up.
4...
5...
6...
Calypso begins to move,
suddenly sitting up. He looks over at Simon who has a shocked look of
disbelief on his face, shaking his head as Calypso slowly rises to his
feet, stopping the count. He shakes his head slightly to clear it,
stretching a moment to feel his muscles tighten and then slowly relax.
He looks over at Simon, slowly taking a few steps towards him.
Bob: He’s up! I can’t
believe he’s up!
Cal: He just sat up
like he was waking up from a nap!
Desperate to end it
now, Simon uses the ropes to get him onto the top rope in a hurry.
Calypso stops in his tracks, looking up at Simon for a moment as if
confused as to what is about to happen. Smirking slightly, Simon comes
jumping off of the top rope, fists locked over his head. He comes
hurtling towards Calypso but just as he is about to come down, Calypso
snatches him right out of the air, hand on Simon’s throat. He uses
Simon’s own momentum as well as his own strength to bring him down,
lifting his knee and slamming Simon’s back down across it, letting him
slump onto the mat.
Cal: Oh dear god! That
was just a sickening impact!
Bob: It does not look
good for Simon, he needs some medical attention!
Calypso takes a step
back, looking down at Simon before turning his back once again as the
ref begins the ten count.
1...
2...
3...
Simon lays there trying
to draw breath into his lungs, looking up into the lights high overhead.
Bob: Stay down, Simon.
Look at him, they need to get the EMTs in there!
Cal: This is all over
folks, there’s no way he can recover from something like that.
4...
5...
6...
Calypso once again
tilts his head up as he listens to the count.
7...
8...
9...
10...
Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, Calypso!
Michelle climbs back
into the ring as the ref raises Calypso’s arm, demanding to know why it
took him so long to finish Simon off. EMTs rush down to the ring to
check on Simon, slowly helping him up and to the back, Michelle and
Calypso following slowly behind them.
Bob: Wow what a match
that was. And there is your winner folks, the last man standing,
Calypso.
Cal: It’s going to be
hard to beat this match here tonight, Bob. But we have to move on, I’m
sure we’ll be talking about this for all of next week.
Bob:
This could potentially be one of the best February Revolutions we
have seen in SWA history, but we are about to top it off with the main
event.
Cal:
Up next we see the challengers B Cool and Crystal take on our
current SWA Tag Team Champions Dirk and Billy for the titles.
Bob:
Dirk and Billy have successfully defended their titles against
Wreck and Rage recently, and they have proven that they will not back
down from any challenge presented to them.
Cal:
Crystal and B Cool have had much success in the SWA ring
themselves, although they have never won the tag team titles together.
Bob:
That might change by the end of this match!!
( B Cool and Crystal vs Dirk and Billy – SWA Tag Team Championship
Tim Marshal:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!!
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 and Crystal step through the mist
with smiles on their face.
They walk proudly toward the ring, waving and smiling at fans as they
walk.
Tim Marshal:
Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of
372 pounds, B Cool and Crystal!!!
B Cool climbs in the
ring and Crystal slides underneath the bottom rope.
They turn once again to the crowd, and raise their arms in the
air, getting many cheers. B
Cool and Crystal begin to talk near the turnbuckle.
Cal:
B Cool and Crystal getting a standing ovation here at February
Revolution. It must be a
great feeling to get all these fans on their feet cheering their names.
Bob:
No doubt about that, Cal.
The fans backing Crystal and B Cool may give them extra
motivation to win the tag titles.
The music fades out.
The guitar strums from "You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC
begins to play as the Skytron shows two guys with their backs to the
screen. As the drums hit, they both do a jumping turn as the words "Dirk
and Billy" pops under them. They are shown in different places from the
80's, such as The Breakfast Club, Fast Times At Ridgemont
High...superimposed of course. Just then, the men known as Dirk and
Billy come out from the back. They are jumping around to the sounds of
everyone cheering.
Tim Marshal:
And their opponents, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 373
pounds, they are your SWA Tag Team Champions, Dirk and Billy!!!!!
They run down to the
ring, slapping hands with fans and slide in. They both go to different
turnbuckles and raise the tag team titles high in the air. They look
back at each other and hop off, sprinting before jumping and giving high
fives.
Bob:
Dirk and Billy got a damn good ovation themselves!
Cal:
It’s very rare that we get to see two tag teams that are so
adored by the crowd.
Referee Bill Graves
talks to both teams and grabs the tag team titles.
He raises them high in the air and the bell rings to start off
the match.
Bob: Well, it looks
like Dirk Young and Crystal Cole are starting things off.
Dirk and Crystal lock
up in the middle of the ring.
Dirk takes control of one arm and gives Crystal an arm wrench,
twisting her arm behind her back.
Crystal does a forward roll, escaping the arm wrench.
Dirk runs forward, going for a clothesline, but Crystal uses her
speed, ducks out of the way, and when Dirk turns around she hits him
with a high dropkick to the jaw, knocking him right off his feet.
She leaps onto the top turnbuckle and flies off, hitting Dirk
with a top rope leg drop.
Cal:
That had to hurt!!!
Things aren’t looking too good for the tag team champs right now.
Bob:
And now she’s hooking the leg!
One!
Two!!!
Shoulder up by Dirk!!
Crystal stands up and
grabs Dirk by the arm, dragging him over to the turnbuckle.
She extends her hand and B Cool tags in.
She continues to hold his arm while B Cool gives a series of
stomps to the arm of Dirk.
Cal:
Picture perfect tag team wrestling right there.
Crystal kept control of Dirk while B Cool stomped away.
Bob:
Well that’s the type of strategy the Coles need if they truly
want to win the SWA Tag Team Titles.
Dirk slowly gets to his
feet. B Cool gives Dirk a
knee to the gut. He wraps
his arm around Dirk, trying to give him a swinging neckbreaker.
B Cool doesn’t have a good hold of him and looses his grip.
Dirk takes control, giving B Cool a standard jawbreaker.
B Cool doesn’t fall to the ground, but Dirk bounces off the ropes
and hits a flying shoulder thrust, knocking B Cool off his feet.
Bob:
Reversal!! This is
the opportunity Dirk needs to turn this match around.
Dirk quickly sprints to
the corner and tags in Billy Tyne!
Cal:
Fresh tag finally made!!!
B Cool slowly gets up
while Billy Tyne makes his way to the ring.
Before B Cool can regain composure, Billy hits a series of right
and left straight punches, eventually knocking B Cool to the corner.
He then grabs B Cool by the back of the head, delivering a
bulldog, slamming B Cool’s head to the canvas hard.
Billy rolls B Cool onto his back and goes for a cover.
One!
Two!!!
Kick out by B Cool!!!
Bob:
Who knows what’s going on in Billy’s head now after his single’s
match with Markus a couple weeks ago.
Cal:
Good point Bob. It’s
got to be in the back of his head, but he needs to block it out if he
wants to win a big match like this.
Billy grabs B Cool by
the arm and whips him across the ring.
B Cool bounces off the ropes and Billy lifts his foot up for a
big boot. B Cool stops
himself and manages to catch Billy’s foot.
B Cool then picks up Billy by both legs and slams him down hard
with a spinning spinebuster, planting Billy right in the middle of the
ring.
Bob:
B Cool takes control and Billy is down and out!!
With Billy laid out, B
Cool walks over and tags in Crystal again.
The two wait for Billy to stand up.
Once he does, B Cool gives a clothesline to the neck while
Crystal gives a clothesline to the back of his leg.
Cal: Again great double team work by B Cool and Crystal!!
Referee Bill Graves
tells B Cool to get back in his corner.
With Billy down again, Crystal kneels on the ground and keeps him
down with a stander sleeper hold from the ground.
Bob: Billy better get out of this! Or we are going to have one sleepy Billy!
Cal:
Sleepy Billy? Really?
Dirk begins to clap on
the outside of the ring and the fans begin to cheer louder and louder.
This gives Billy motivation to get up onto his feet.
Once this happens, Crystal keeps a hold and slams him down with a
headlock takedown.
Bob:
Crystal keeps Billy on the mat yet again!!
Cal:
Yeah except this time Crystal let go of the sleeper.
Now she’s going for a pin!
One!
Two!!
Kick out by Billy!!!
Crystal picks up Billy
by the hair, grabs his arm and whips him hard into the corner.
Bob:
Does Billy have any fuel left in the tank?
Cal:
Doesn’t look like it, Bob.
Crystal might try to put him away right now!
Crystal runs forward,
trying to hit a body splash from the corner.
Billy sees this and catches Crystal in mid air.
He then runs forward and slams her down with a running powerslam.
With Crystal down, Billy catches his breath before getting back
to his feet and tagging in Dirk.
Bob:
Dirk is in! Just in
time!!!
Dirk enters the ring and Billy
stays in. When Crystal gets
to his feet, Dirk goes behind Crystal and grabs her around the waist.
Billy hits a superkick to the chin and right afterwards Dirk hits
a German suplex. Dirk
bridges and goes for a pin.
One!
Two!!!
Th…..Kick out!!!!
Cal:
Innovative double team move by Dirk and Billy!
Now Billy finally gets a break!
Dirk then jumps onto
the top turnbuckle, with Crystal still laid out.
He jumps off of the top turnbuckle, trying to deliver a flying
headbutt, but Crystal rolls out of the way.
Both Dirk and Crystal are laid out.
Bob:
This looks like it may be a double count out!!
Before the ref begins
to count, both Dirk and Crystal begin slowly crawling to their
turnbuckles. Crystal extends
her hand and tags in B Cool.
Shortly afterwards, Billy is tagged in.
B Cool and Billy begin exchanging punches in the middle of the
ring. B Cool eventually
blocks one of his punches and knees him in the stomach.
B Cool wraps his arm around the neck of Billy.
Cal:
Cool Cutter!!
Cool Cutter!!!! It’s going
to be all over here!!!
Billy reverses the
move, kneeing B Cool in the gut quickly and hitting a DDT.
He then leaps onto the top rope, jumping off and nailing an elbow
drop to the throat of B Cool.
Bob:
Bitchin’ Madness!!!!!
He’s going for the cover.
Dirk quickly runs into
the ring and fends off Crystal.
Billy pins B Cool to the mat.
One!
Two!!!
Three!!!!!
The bell rings and
Billy gets up to celebrate.
Tim Marshal:
Here are your winners, and still your SWA Tag Team Champions,
Dirk and Billy!!!!!
Crystal runs over to B
Cool to see if he’s hurt.
Billy and Dirk are handed the tag team titles.
They raise them in the air before leaving the ring.
Bob:
What a close match by both of these superstars, but in the end it
was our current champions to pick up the win.
Cal:
Dirk and Billy prove once again why exactly they won the titles
in the first place.
Dirk and Billy taunt
one more time before making their way to the backstage area.
Bob:
Well that’s all the time we have tonight on February Revolution.
For Cal Norton I am Bob Macatire.
See you next week on Edge!!!!!
B Cool and Crystal make
their way to the back as the scene fades to the SWA logo, and then to
black. |
