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Voice: The World Cup is an awe-inspiring event that only takes place
every four years.
The SWA pays its homage to the world cup, showing a few shots of some of
the things that have gone on this time around. And yes, that includes
the now infamous Rob Green ball drop incident.
Voice: It’s the kind of thing that really brings the world together.
The world cup shots suddenly freeze, and begin fading out.
Voice: But that’s the problem, isn’t it?
Suddenly, we switch to the SWA logo.
Voice: Because while the world watched as countries scored, or didn’t
score as the case may be, something else was going on in the background.
Something that’s about to take the world by storm.
The beginning of Art of War by This Fire’s Embrace begins to play, and
the night’s card, complete with animated graphics of the superstars
involved, appears.
Voice: An Invasion. The SWA ran its global tour in spite of it all. The
SWA continued to sell out arenas, and wow crowds. And all the while, we
got deeper and deeper both into the world, and into the minds of those
who watched.
Now the SWA card listing freezes, a solid indication of what’s to come
in the most direct form.
Voice: Now we can’t be ignored. We’re here, and we’re not going anywhere
until we’re done. So which would you prefer to see? A bunch of guys
running across a pitch kicking a ball around? Or a full scale…
The text of the card seems to burn, then explodes, the pieces coming
back together to form the SWA logo.
Voice: Invasion!
The music swells, and we cut to the arena, where fireworks explode,
banners and signs fly high, and the crowd cheers enthusiastically. The
camera pans around it all, and then comes to rest on Bob, Cal, and
Jerry.
Bob: The Invasion is on, ladies and gentlemen! I’m Bob Macatire, sitting
alongside Cal Norton and Jerry Sheppard, and we’re prepared to bring you
this invasion in all its glory.
Jerry: And all its blooooood!
Bob: Well, blood is never a guarantee, I mean it’s not like we have a
first blood match or anything, but we’ve got some good ones. We’ve got
the long-anticipated grudge match between Behemoth and Royal…
Cal: We’ve got an Anarchy title match…
Jerry: And we’ve got a Skyfall title match between Waldo and Riz. A
match that has huge blood potential!
Bob: But that’s just a normal match.
Jerry: Never stopped ‘em before. Bob: I suppose. First, though… "The Toast Song" from the Bob and Tom show starts to play and the lights dim. The Bread Zombie limps on to the ramp, followed by Amy. Jerry: Oh great. Do we really have to start with him? Cal: Well this is an invasion. It only makes sense for zombies to be a part of it. Jerry: Whatever. I hate that guy. Who covers himself… in bread. Bob: Yes, Jerry, we are aware.
He pulls a baguette from his pants and bites a peace off, then throws it
at the fans and limps down the ramp. On the way to the ring he spits the
chewed baguette in the face of a fan, precisely hitting the left eye. He
bumps into the ring and shakes his head in confusion. Then he grabs the
ropes and with difficulty he lifts himself on the apron. Then he bites
the top rope to see if its bread. Then he falls over it, into the ring
and lands in a heap of zombie. Then he gets up and limps around the ring
once. Amy walks up the steps and as he reaches her he helps her into the
ring. He does that with holding the ropes apart which seems to be
extremely difficult since his arms are shaking and he seems to use every
ounce of strength he has. After that he urges Tim to give him the mic.
Of course he drops it. Two times he tries to pick it up jerkily by
bending over. And every time he almost falls over. Finally Amy with a
smile picks up the mic and hands it to him. He nods thankfully and then
moans into the mic. Then he talks in his Zombie like manner. Jerry: I’m just gonna watch the chick. Woman-hater or no, she’s far more interesting than he is.
Bread Zombie: Again Jerry Sheppard could not defeat me! Cal: Sit down, Jerry. This is pointless. You just gave him what he wanted. Jerry: *grumbles*
Bread Zombie: Me truly superior to him and me have prove now for anybody
to see! Bob: Cal’s right, Jerry. Don’t react. Jerry: Right. Don’t react. Like I can do that.
The letters are covering almost every inch of the back and seem to
reflect the light a bit. He moans proudly and rubs it under Jerry's nose
by showing it to the announcement table with outmost care. Then he puts
on his shirt again and Amy hands him back the mic. She can't help but
smile. He instantly has the mic back at his lips. First it looks like he
wants to say something but then instead he bites and gnaws a the mic for
a moment. Amy pats him on the shoulder and says something. He looks at
her empty for a moment but then nods and again speaks into the mic. Jerry: Oh wonderful! The chick’s his manager! That’d figure, ya know that? That’d just figure. Bob: How, exactly? And what would that figure into? Jerry: It… It just figures! Cal: Actually I think it’s great the Bread Zombie has a manager. He could definitely use one. Jerry: You would be on his side, Bob 2. Bob: Let’s just get to our first match, and talk about this later. First up, we have…
The Monopoly title theme music for the Nintendo entertainment system
game of the same name begins to play. Dressed ridiculously like a
Monopoly board is Thespian man. He is holding what looks like Sherman's
white cane. After looking around for a moment he begins to walk to the
ring. Bob: Well then, uh, that was, uh, something. Cal: Yeah, this show’s sure starting off strange. Jerry: And boring. Come on, come on, move on just so there’s a chance something awesome will happen. Bob: Well, these things have taken up a lot of time. We do have to move on.
Cal: Go ahead and introduce the thing. See if it works.
Bob: Well starting us off
here we've got Roger Miller taking on Steve Evans. It should be really
interesting to see which of these two comes out on top here.
Jerry: What's so interesting about it? One's a nutjob, and the other's a
Miller.
Cal: I'm interested in it.
Jerry: Your opinion doesn't count Bob #2.
Bob: I see it hasn't taken you long to get back in the swing of things.
Let's head to Tim Marshal to start things off here.
Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at
245 pounds, Steve Evans!
Bob: It's been a hell of a
bizarre return to the SWA so far for Steve Evans. Apparently he tried to
quit, he's got his ex-wife managing him now, but it seemed like he
started warming up to the idea of being paired with her a bit by the end
of the week.
Cal: He's a loose cannon
which makes him dangerous, I'm not sure Roger quite got that in the
middle of all his preaching.
Jerry: Well hopefully he
at least makes him bleed.
Cal: If those plans he and
Tracie had for what he was going to do to Roger were any indication, I
think bleeding will be the least of his concerns.
He slowly slides into the ring and lays on his stomach for a moment
before standing and walking towards a corner. He stands on the middle
rope and looks out over the crowd. No emotion on his face as he steps
down and closes his eyes and cracks his neck. He opens his eyes ready
for his match. A look of anger and disgust in his eyes.
It’s my Life” by Bon Jovi
begins to play and a series of orange pyros go off left and right of the
ramp. The Skytron comes to life and shows clips of Roger wrestling
different opponents. Between the clips we see his name graphic appear on
an orange background. As the pyros end, Roger jumps out onto the ramp
and starts waving at the fans. He punches the air and hops around,
hyping them up and they reward him with loud cheers. Roger starts
jogging down the ramp, slapping hands and cheering the fans up.
Bob: Roger sure seemed to
have a lot of advice for Steve this week.
Cal: He seems to think he
has all the answers quite a bit for someone with his track record.
Jerry: Listen, it's like I
said. He's a Miller, that's all there is to it.
Jerry: BLOOOOODDD!!!
Cal: Roger's getting
completely dominated here.
Bob: He's in a bad way
already, the blood's pouring into his eyes making it hard for him to
see.
Roger rolls back into the
ring, looking for a reprieve, but his bearings aren't all there. Steve
follows him back inside, and drops him with a straight right hand, then
scores with a double leg take down as soon as he returns to his feet.
Grabbing a mount position, he starts raining punches down causing blood
to spatter everywhere with each one until the referee starts to make a
five count for him to stop.
One …
Two …
Three …
Four …
He finally drags Steve
off, Evans not taking his eyes off Roger the whole time as he's pulled
away to a chorus of boos.
Cal: He should think of
just stopping this now.
Jerry: No way, it's just
getting good!
Roger staggers aimlessly up, practically walking right into a fireman's
carry as Steve lifts him up and delivers a knee to the face followed by
a quick cutter, planting him emphatically with the Bullet To the Head
before turning him over and falling into the cover.
One …
Two …
Three!!!
Bob: And mercifully this
one is over.
Cal: Roger really had no
idea what he was stepping into here.
“Tearing Away” hits the speakers, as Steve gives a disgusted glance down
at Roger and demands for the referee to raise his hand. Meanwhile, EMTs
who have come down to check on Roger, roll him out of the ring before
Steve gets any more ideas.
Cal: Steve made an
emphatic statement here at Roger's expense, like it or not.
Jerry: It is just Roger,
but yeah I guess he did all he could with what he was given here.
Bob: We'll have to see
where he goes from here, but now we've got a #1 contender's match for
the Xtreme Title to get to.
By now, Steve and Tracey
have left as well, looking extremely pleased with themselves.
Cal: No point in waiting
then. The beginning of the show took enough time. Let’s get to it.
Jerry: so here it is. Next
up, one on one are the SWA stars of Russell Brown and Lance King.
Pardon me if I don't
scream like a school girl in excitement as they battle for the number
one contendership for the Xtreme championship.
Cal: Now I would pay to see that.
Jerry: Russell Brown vs. Lance King?
You are paid to commentate on it.
Cal: No, I would pay to watch you scream like a school girl in
excitement.
Jerry: It's not going to happen, so forget about it.
Bob: Ok well now that you
gentlemen are done discussing that I think we need to get back to the
matter at hand.
Jerry: Whoops, no time, take it away Tim Marshal.
( Russell Brown vs. Lance King- #1 Contender Xtreme Championship
Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for
the number one contendership for the Xtreme title.
Frontline by Pillar slams on the PA. After the beginning guitar riffs and
the lyrics start, Russell Brown walks from behind the curtain. A
reigning shower of pyro begins to fall and Russell walks through the
pyro and stands posing in the famous star pose.
Tim Marshal: On the way to the ring, now residing in Cleveland Ohio,
weighing two hundred and twenty eight pounds, here is Russell Brown!
Jerry: So let me get this straight, we are having a number one contenders
match for the Xtreme title when all you have to do is successfully
attack the champion to win the belt.
Bob: I think it's a good way to add at least a bit of prestige to the
belt.
Cal: Yeah Jerry after all these two have been around the Xtreme division
over the past month so why the heck not?
Jerry: ...
Bob: Thought so Jerry.
He continues down the ramp and stares at the ring before climbing onto
the apron and facing the crowd. He then rips off his hood and grins at
the fans before entering the ring and posing in the ring just at the
opposite apron. After that he stands in his corner and eyes the entrance
ramp as the music just plays through the arena.
The music starts up, and after a few moments Lance appears in the
entrance, standing there in just a pair of jeans and tennis shoes,
leaving his upper torso bare save for the simple white shoulder pads and
wrist cuffs. Long blonde hair falls in curls just past his shoulder
blades. He turns his head quickly to the left and the right, looking out
over the stadium and all the people gathered there, his features looking
solemn and serious at first as a few cheers ring out in the silence.
Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Parsipanny New Jersey, weighing two
hundred and eighty five pounds, here is Lance King!
Cal: So I wonder what happened to Lance this week?
He had the chance to be the number one contender for the Xtreme
title and he said nothing.
What ever Jerry says it's still a belt and you would think Lance would
want to really show his worth.
Bob: It's a rarity for Lance to say nothing and that's for sure Cal, and
maybe he thinks he can take this without promoting his match.
Cal: But that's a part of his job.
Jerry: And being a commentator is your job and you fail at that each and
every week.
The look stays on his features until he begins to move down the ramp,
then he smiles as he slaps the hands of a few people that reach out,
jogging the rest of the way down to the ring, to climb up the stairs to
the apron quickly. Lance then pulls the top rope up, stepping over the
middle and ducking in beneath the top rope, before quickly moving his
other leg through. He raises both arms into the air then, looking around
the stadium once more with a grin.
The bell rings and Russell Brown and Lance king meet in the middle of the
ring. Russell delivers a strong kick to the gut of Lance and then a
punch to the face. Lance
staggers back with the force of the right hand.
With Lance still reeling Russell moves forwards and nails an
Enzuguiri which finally brings Lance to the mat.
Bob: Russell is all business right now and lance doesn't have an answer.
Jerry: No he doesn't, he is out of it and look if I am not much mistaken
from that punch we can see a trickle of blood.
Cal: Go for your famous line Jerry.
Jerry: At this point Cal, it's not even worth it.
Russell climbs to the top rope and then after a moment longer leaps off.
He lands a shooting star press square on the chest of Lance King.
He stays there as the referee begins the count.
Bob: There is the rising star and Lance is down for the count.
One...
Two...
Three!
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and number one contender for the
skyfall Xtreme championship, Russell Brown!
Jerry: Thanks for coming Lance, not!
What was that Lance?
I will tell you what that was, it was pathetic.
Cal: I have to say Jerry I agree with you. Lance has blown another chance
at a title and how many more chances can he blow?
Bob: That number is certainly mounting up Cal.
Let's concentrate on our winner though.
Fair play to Russell Brown.
He has been through some tough times but here he is, a number one
contender for a belt.
It's living proof that perseverance does give it's rewards
eventually.
Russell Brown begins to celebrate his victory as frontline by pillar
plays. Lance makes his
way to the back, looking a tad shell shocked.
Cal: Not the match were
expecting but I bet Russell doesn't care, he will go on to face
Stephanie frost at the next pay per view?
Bob: No it will be before that, probably next week on Edge.
Jerry: That makes sense, have the
number one contendership at the main event and then have the
title match at a weekly show.
Russell Brown then begins to make his way to the back, brimming with
confidence.
Bob: It's just the way things work out sometimes Jerry.
Now that we have found out
that Russell Brown is our new number one contender for the Xtreme Title,
let’s move onto our next match.
Jerry: We are going to see a
feud come to a head as we see Royal Delange take on Behemoth.
Cal: The history between
these two men has cultivated over the past few months.
Bob: Not too long ago both
of these men teamed up to face Dirk and Billy for the Tag Team titles.
Even in that match they weren’t too thrilled with each other.
Cal: Well now both of these
wrestlers finally get a chance to let out pent up anger as they wrestle
one on one tonight! ( Behemoth vs. Royal Delange )
Tim Marshal: The following
contest is scheduled for one fall!!!!!!!
“Man in the Mirror” by Michael Jackson blasts throughout the arena.
The lights go out except a blue spotlight which points at the
entrance until Royal appears.
Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Toulouse France, weighing two hundred and
thirty two pounds, here is Royal Delange!
The blue spotlight goes out then it is replaced by one Blood red one
which follows Royal as he makes his way to the ring. Royal enters the
ring and the blood red spotlight goes out, leaving the place in darkness
until all the lights come back on.
Bob: Here’s a guy who’s
surely has had his ups and downs here in the SWA, but just last week
Royal managed to pick up a win against one of the Money in the Bank
holders Alex Shade.
Jerry: Definitely an
accomplishment but he needs to do a hell of a lot more to defeat the
500+ monster Behemoth.
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, Natasha running alongside him as the drums, guitar, and
bass of Disturbed's Indestructible begin to play. Behemoth's army meets
the opposers, Behemoth still at the forefront, and the slaughter begins.
Though some fall from the army led 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.
Tim Marshal: And his
opponent, from Germany, weighing in at 530 pounds, Behemoth!!!!!!!
The battle continues on screen as Natasha and Behemoth reach the ring.
Behemoth steps over the ropes like a Juggernaut, having lost almost no
momentum from the run, and Natasha rolls under the bottom rope. Behemoth
turns briskly to the crowd, and bellows his mighty cry once again, to
their cheering. Then, he faces Natasha, gives her a smile, and lifts her
daintily out onto the apron, from where she smiles back at him. He takes
his corner and looks across the ring at Royal.
The two meet up in the middle of the ring.
Royal looks up in the eyes of Behemoth.
Bob: The crowd is going nuts
here!!!! People can’t wait
anymore!!!!
Cal: In just a few seconds
the wait to see these two men battle will finally be over!!!
The lights change to blue and white as Swandive Suicide by Hail the
Villain hits the speakers.
The camera switches from the two clueless looking competitors in the
ring to the stage area as Derek steps out with a microphone in hand.
Bob: Well it seems our President has something to say.
Jerry: Acting president. His
title is normally vice president.
Cal: He has you there Bob.
Bob: No he doesn’t Cal.
That was a completely pointless remark.
I called him our president because right now he is whether it’s
acting or otherwise.
Jerry: How unprofessional of you Bob.
Be quiet, Derek has something to say.
Derek raises the microphone and begins to speak.
Derek: Now I know you two are wondering why I’m out here and I’ll get to
that in a minute. First I
want to say that contrary to popular belief, I haven’t been hiding
backstage and I haven’t faked my death again or anything.
I just haven’t felt the need to come out here and stir things up…
That is until now.
He pauses as he looks at the two men in the ring.
Derek: You two absolutely want to rip each other apart.
Everyone could feel it throughout this entire week.
I know what it’s like to want to rip someone apart, so I’m going
to give you two your chance.
I’m taking the rules and throwing them out the window.
This match is now XTREME RULES!
He grins as both men look pleased with this change.
Bob: Look at that grin on Behemoth’s face you guys, this isn’t going to
go well.
Jerry: Um it kinda looks like the same smile that is on Royal’s face
Bob.. We’re gonna see blood!
Cal: Derek Lavelle just gave these two licenses to destroy each other
and they’re loving it!
Jerry: Hey nice way to state the obvious there Cal.
You’ll be a big boy someday!
Derek Lavelle’s music hits and he makes his way to the backstage area
again.
Bob: With the announcement
made our match is officially underway!
Xtreme Rules!!
The bell rings to start off the match.
Royal wastes little time and nails a series of left and right
hooks to the body of Behemoth.
Behemoth absorbs most of the shots, grabs Royal by the head, and
slams him back first into the turnbuckle.
Behemoth then grabs the top rope for balance and puts his foot
across the neck of Royal, giving him a choke in the corner.
Jerry: Behemoth takes
control of the match early!!!
There will be blood!!!!
Cal: Calm down Jerry.
Royal hasn’t even been hit in the head yet.
After a few more seconds Behemoth let’s go of the choke hold.
Royal falls down onto the ground and holds his neck in pain.
From there, Behemoth grabs the padding on the top turnbuckle and
rips it off, throwing the remnants outside of the ring.
Bob: Behemoth showing his
pure power by ripping that turnbuckle padding off effortlessly.
Jerry: Get him Behemoth!
Make Royal bloody and battered!!!
Cal: Perhaps Royal was not
prepared for any of this tonight.
He wasn’t expecting this type of match at all.
Bob: Well, it’s tough enough
to face Behemoth in a regular match, let alone in Xtreme Rules.
Behemoth grabs Royal by the neck again, trying to slam him head first
into the exposed turnbuckle, but Royal counters with a few quick front
kicks to the stomach of Behemoth.
This manages to break the grip on his neck.
Royal then delivers a drop toe hold to Behemoth, sending him face
first into the exposed turnbuckle. Behemoth falls to the ground.
Jerry: Holy crap!!!
Didn’t expect that one out of Royal!!!
Cal: Can Royal get the
cover?!
Royal hooks the massive leg of Behemoth for the pin.
One!
Two!!
Giant kick out by Behemoth!!!
Bob: Close but not enough to
take out the monster. Royal
can’t stop. He’s got to keep
plugging away on the offense.
Royal rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring apron.
He pulls out a few weapons from under the ring, including a
ladder, a chair, and a baseball bat.
He throws the chair and the baseball bat in the ring.
He then grabs the ladder and slides it underneath the bottom
rope. He then looks under
the apron one more time and finds a wooden table.
He takes it out, unfolds the legs, and sets it up on the outside
of the ring.
Jerry: Maybe that wasn’t so
smart of Royal early in the match.
Behemoth is about to get up, and he is about to discover a huge
arsenal of weapons to choose from.
Behemoth gets up and checks his head to see if he’s bleeding.
He then bends down and picks up the baseball bat.
Royal sees this and grabs the metal chair.
The two stare eye to eye as the arena begins to erupt.
Cal: This showdown has
gotten even more insane!!!
Bob: That’s right Cal.
Behemoth with a baseball bat and Royal with a metal chair has to be a
recipe for disaster.
Behemoth begins to swing viciously with the baseball bat, but Royal uses
his distancing and footwork to avoid most of the attacks.
Royal then tries to swing with the steel chair, but at the same
time Behemoth swings too full force, knocking the steel chair right out
of the ring.
Jerry: Home run!!!
Maybe Behemoth could have had a career in baseball too after
seeing that shot.
Before Royal can get away, Behemoth grabs the baseball bat by both ends
and gives Royal a head shot with it.
Royal crashes down to the mat and looks to be out cold.
Bob: This match could be
over already!!! Royal isn’t
even moving after that one.
Cal: Don’t tell me Behemoth is winding back again!!!
Already Royal is beginning to bleed after that thunderous shot to the
skull. Behemoth winds back
again, this time focusing his attention on the ribs, swinging the
baseball bat down hard. He throws the bat to the ground and goes for the
cover.
One!
Two!!
Thr……Kick out by Royal!!!
Bob: Behemoth was a half
second away from ending this one!!!!
I can’t believe Royal had the power to kick out!
Jerry: Yeah, but at this
rate I don’t think Royal Delange has much longer in this match.
We have a bleeder!!!!!!!!!!!
Behemoth then turns his attention to the ladder on the edge of the ring.
He grabs it by the end and lays it toward the middle of the ring.
He grabs the bloodied Royal by the head and lifts him onto his
feet, trying to go for a scoop slam on the ladder.
Before Behemoth can slam him down, Royal shakes his way out and
manages to land on his feet in back of Behemoth.
Before Behemoth can turn around, Royal jumps up, grabs around the
head of Behemoth, and slams Behemoth down face first with a running
bulldog. This sends
Behemoth’s head and body right into the ladder.
Cal: Unexpected counter
there by Royal Delange!!!
Behemoth lost his grip and balance there for one split second, but it
just may have cost him the match.
Royal then runs to the outside of the ring as quick as possible to grab
the steel chair he found before.
Behemoth is still laid out, and Royal places the chair right on
top of the head of Behemoth.
Royal then bounces off the ropes and leaps in the air, sending a flying
leg drop to the skull of Behemoth. Royal then rolls Behemoth onto his
back.
Bob: Now Behemoth is busted
open!!! Calling this match
chaotic is an understatement.
Royal goes for the cover.
One!
Two!!
Thr…..Shoulder up by Behemoth!!
Jerry: Can I say this match
is truly impressing me!?
Cal: Wow, for once Jerry is
impressed.
Jerry: Hey, at least I have
a valid opinion, unlike other announcers at this table.
Royal slowly staggers to his feet.
The loss of blood is starting to get to him but he grabs the
steel chair once more, waiting for Behemoth to finally get to his feet.
Bob: Barely any traditional
wrestling maneuvers are being used in this match.
Jerry: No kidding Bob.
These two hate each other so much they’ll take advantage of
Xtreme Rules as much as they can!
I don’t blame them.
Behemoth finally gets back up to his feet.
Royal winds up and tries to go for a chair shot to the skull, but
as he swings Behemoth simply punches the chair, sending the steel chair
right into the face of Royal.
This sends Royal back onto the mat.
Cal: Again Behemoth showing
his superhuman strength by simply punching that chair right back into
the face of Royal.
Behemoth shakes his hand off and wipes the blood off of his forehead.
He walks over to the ladder and grabs it, setting it up near the
edge of the ring apron. He
then grabs the fallen Royal, and lifts him up onto his shoulders.
He begins to climb the ladder, carrying Royal with him.
Bob: This doesn’t look good!
What is Behemoth planning on doing here???
Cal: I’m not too sure, but
Royal’s coming along for the ride too I suppose!
He gets to the top step of the ladder.
Still holding Royal, he turns and looks on the outside of the
ring, where he sees the wooden table that Royal set up earlier.
Jerry: No way!!!
Royal should have never taken that table out!!
Before Behemoth can take advantage, Royal hits a few quick elbows to the
side of the head of Behemoth.
Behemoth loses his grip and Royal manages to land on the other
side of the ladder. The two
turn to one another and begin to exchange punches back and forth.
Bob: Here’s another recipe
for disaster!
Jerry: Everything’s a recipe
for disaster for you, Bob.
As the two continue to exchange punches the ladder becomes more wobbly.
After a few more seconds the ladder finally begins to tip over
towards the outside of the ring.
Both men fall and crash right into the wooden table.
Cal: I’ve never seen
anything like this!!!
Jerry: The
Carnage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bob: Can either men respond
to the ten count!!!
The referee begins to count.
One!
Two!!!
Three!!
Four!!!!!
Neither man responds.
Five!!!!!
Six!!!!!!!!
Seven!!!!!!!
Eight!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Both men remain motionless.
Nine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ten!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The bell rings to signify the end of the match.
Tim Marshal: Ladies and
gentlemen, this match has been ruled a draw!!!!!!
Medical personnel run down the ramp and around the ring, checking up on
both Behemoth and Royal to see if they have any consciousness. Natasha
sticks close by as well, making sure Behemoth is alright.
Bob: Well, both men put
their heart and soul into this match, but still neither of them are able
to claim the title of “victor.”
Jerry: Yes, but I definitely
smell a future rematch between these two.
Along with the blood.
How about at Infected???
Both men are helped to the back by the EMT’s, both fairly responsive.
Natasha stands at Behemoth’s side as they exit.
Cal: Perhaps Jerry.
As amazing of a match that was we must move on.
The Anarchy Championship is on the line as we see McGoldrick take
on Ally Daniels.
Bob: After McGoldrick defeated Legion he was declared the number one
contender for the Anarchy championship.
Now does he have what it takes to make that big step and capture
the gold?
Cal: I don't know Bob he is against a tough opponent and he really has
to be on his game.
Jerry: I don't like her.
Cal: Oh not that again Jerry.
Jerry: So you are honestly telling me you do?
Cal: I didn't say that Jerry.
whether I do or not, she is a tough challenge for anyone.
Jerry: Use your ears Cal, I didn't refute that, but I still don't like
her .
Bob: Well like her or not she will I am sure give quite the match, as
will McGoldrick, so let's get this Anarchy title match underway.
It's all yours Tim Marshal.
( Ally
Daniels vs. McGoldrick- Anarchy Championship
The arena goes black before her music hits the PA and a spotlight shines
on the stage as Ally makes her way out with an aura of confidence
exuding from her.
Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from Santa FE New Mexico, weighing one
hundred and fifty one pounds, here is the SWA Anarchy champion, Ally
Danniels!
Bob: Ally dispatched Roger Miller no problems the last time she defended
her title. You have to think
that McGoldrick will be a different kind of test for her.
Jerry: He will show more guts for one thing.
Cal: I am predicting a title change here guys, I can see things going
that way, the winds they are a changing.
Jerry: You are full of so much garbage sometimes Cal, I shouldn't be
surprised you do take after Bob.
Bob: So how is the Bread zombie Jerry?
She flips her hair back, slowly and methodically making her way down to
the ring ignoring the crowd. Climbing onto the apron she spins and leans
back against the ropes facing the entrance ramp posing for a moment
before she climbs into the ring and awaits her opponent.
“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 weapon (This time it's a straight sword).
Tim Marshal: Introducing the challenger, from Ireland, weighing one
hundred and ninety pounds, here is McGoldrick!
Jerry: Ok I have to say
something here that's been playing on my mind.
Are there no towns in Ireland?
Or Germany come to think of it.
Both Behemoth and McGoldrick's entrance announcements give a
country but no town?
Bob: Maybe they just decided
not to disclose that much about themselves.
Jerry: But not give a home town?
Cal: There are far more important things at stake here Jerry and I think
we should get to that instead of focusing on stuff like this.
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 his opponent.
The bell rings and Ally moves forwards first.
She fakes a kick and as McGoldrick goes to block it she backs
away. McGoldrick then moves
forwards and Ally steps out of the way.
Cal: A keep away game being played by Ally right off the bat, it's how
she works and it's now up to McGoldrick to find the right counter to it.
Bob: they both have very interesting styles too, so this match should
shape up to be very interesting.
Jerry: Mexico is the only place where the fans would cheer Ally, just
listen to them.
Ally ducks another swift right from McGoldrick but gets caught with a
knee to the stomach. She
doubles over and McGoldrick delivers an Axe kick.
Ally rolls over and gets to her feet.
She watches as McGoldrick charges towards her.
Ally takes him down with a sweep kick and McGoldrick falls to the
mat. He gets quickly to his
feet and receives a push away side kick.
This sends him back but McGoldrick leaps forwards quickly and
takes Ally down with a flying shoulder tackle.
McGoldrick sits up Ally and delivers a few knees to the back.
Ally winces as she rolls over and gets to her feet.
McGoldrick who has the initial upper hand then hooks Ally's head
and executes a DDT.
McGoldrick goes for a pin at once, sensing that he has full control of
the match.
Jerry: McGoldrick now trying
to make his control count but I think it may be too early.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: A tactical pin attempt there I think Jerry, in any case it only
gets two.
Both of them get to their feet and McGoldrick delivers a short front
kick, followed by an elbow but as he goes for a high knee Ally sweeps
out McGoldrick's standing leg.
With McGoldrick now on the mat Ally
nails a standing Moonsault.
The crowd cheer Ally
on. McGoldrick gets to his
feet but is brought down once again with a standing spin kick.
As McGoldrick gets up to one knee he is taken down to the mat
with a step up enzuguiri.
Ally goes for a pin.
Cal: And here is the pin.
Ally may have knocked McGoldrick out.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Jerry: Never going to beat
him that easily Cal, she needs to work harder than that.
Ally hops onto the top rope and as she leaps off
McGoldrick moves out
of the way. Ally crashes to the mat
and McGoldrick drags her to her feet.
He lifts her up and executes a death valley driver.
McGoldrick goes for the pin once again.
Bob: McGoldrick could take it right here.
One...
Two...
Thr... Kick out!
Jerry: My good lord, That was a heartbeat away from McGoldrick becoming
champion.
Cal: So unbelievably close.
Both of them get to their feet but McGoldrick
still has the momentum. He charges forwards and nails Ally with a
clothesline. She flips over
McGoldrick's arm and
lands behind him. Ally then
delivers a reverse side kick
which catches McGoldrick off guard.
With McGoldrick on the Mat Ally then lands a standing shooting
star press. She then once
again climbs to the top rope.
Bob: Ally is taking this to the top again.
She is wanting to make sure she has this one won.
Cal: Huge risk but she has to do this to defend her title.
Ally leaps off but McGoldrick has it totally scouted.
He rolls out of the way and Ally crashes to the mat.
Jerry: Ouch, she just crashed and burned.
This match is McGoldrick's for the taking.
Cal: Never count Ally out Jerry, never.
Both players stay down for a few moments catching their breath, but they
are conditioned well enough to
be ready to go after only a few moments.
They both get to their feet and once again meet in the centre of
the ring.
Bob: There giving it their all here and what a performance.
Cal: It's what it's all about, it's the SWA, it's the Anarchy title.
Ally bounces off the ropes and leaps onto the shoulders of McGoldrick.
She takes him down and locks in the poison Ivy.
Jerry: Poison Ivy, Poison Ivy!
McGoldrick is toast.
Bob: I can't see how McGoldrick can get out of this.
When the Poison Ivy had dropped to the ground it had landed in the
corner. McGoldrick spots the
Anarchy title and reaches for it.
He manages to get the belt and he clocks Ally on the head with
the belt.
Cal: Oh no, what a cheap move, I can't believe he thought he would get
away with that.
Bob: He won't get away with it though because there is the bell to call
this match to an end.
The crowd boo loudly as McGoldrick stands up.
He charges out of the ring and heads to the back, taking Ally's
belt with him.
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, and
still the Anarchy champion, Ally Danniels!
Medics tend to Ally who is still unconscious.
Jerry: Well well Ally is still the Anarchy champion, not that she looks
like one right now.
Bob: That was disgusting and I am positive their will be a real fallout
from this.
Cal: Yes especially as McGoldrick ran off with Ally's belt.
Ally comes around and groggily makes her way to the back as the crowd
cheer her off.
Cal: Well that was certainly eventful.
Jerry: Which is a good thing Cal, we don't want a dull drawn out match
anyways. The fans love a bit
of controversy
Bob: That's true and in time more will unfold with this whole situation
but we need to move on to
our next match and what a match it promises to be,.
Cal: You ain’t kidding. We just saw the Anarchy title on the line, now
we’re about to see the defense of the Skyfall title.
Jerry: Yay! We get to see Waldo actually do some work!
Bob: It is true that Waldo hasn’t defended in some time, but his logic
is, well, why should he? Nobody seems to want it.
Cal: Riz might just, but we’ll get to that in a second.
Jerry: Yeah, let’s get this over with.
Bob: What’s wrong with you? No, on second thought, don’t answer that.
Let’s head to Tim Marshal. Tim?
Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is
for the Skyfall Championship!
The loner by Garry Moore begins to play and all the lights apart from
the ones above the ring which turn purple go out. They then begin to
come back on all in purple. An orange spotlight shines on the
entrance way and as the drums kick in Riz who is dressed in his black
over coat steps out from behind the curtin. He then saunters to the
ring, leaving the spotlight behind him.
Tim Marshal: Introducing the challenger, from Autumn valley, weighing
one hundred and seventy pounds, here is Riz!
Bob: Riz had a lot to say this week. He talked about his way of doing
things, stuck to his guns, and even divulged his plans for the title. He
really wants this.
Cal: Does he? Oh granted I believed it after his last promo, but I feel
Waldo had to bring it out of him, as Waldo said. That’s not a good sign.
Bob: Well, even if he wasn’t sure at first, he seemed sure then, and
that’s really all that matters, doesn’t it? If he wants it now like he
should want it, it shouldn’t matter how late that happened.
Jerry: Blah blah blah! All this talk about wanting it! Are you two just
mad cause you haven’t gotten laid recently?
Bob: Oh, and like you have?
Jerry: Well… That’s another story entirely.
Riz makes his way down the ramp looking directly at the ring. Once he
has reached it he climbs up onto the apron and looks around at the
arena. He then takes off his coat and hands it to security as he steps
through the ropes. He looks around at his surroundings once more before
taking a corner, readying him-self for the match.
"Let Me Entertain You" hits the speakers. As the piano kicks in the
lights begin to strobe in rainbow colors as the gay pride flag pops up
on the skytron and then disappears until Waldo Valdo Escobar is the only
thing left filled in with rainbow. Waldo comes skipping out onto
the stage wearing tight fitting spandex and face paint. The brightly
colored paint seems to shine, if possible, even more than the belt
hanging over his shoulder.
Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Encino, California, weighing in at
150 pounds, he is the Skyfall Champion, Waldo Valdo Escobar!
Bob: There was another point Waldo brought up besides the fact that Riz
had to be drawn out. He said that really, he was rooting for Riz. That
he wants a challenge. Do you think that’s true?
Jerry: Nah. I think he’s a little like me. He enjoys that gold, and he’s
willing to make any excuse he can to look innocent about it. He’s just
better at making clever excuses. And yes, that’s a hard thing to admit.
Cal: I think he is telling the truth about that. I just think that it’s
difficult to see sometimes because he’s so passionate.
Jerry: Hmm. Yeah, I guess you would know a lot about that, wouldn’t you,
Bob 2?
Cal: Shut up! Seriously!
Waldo continues down to the ring, and does a little bouncing hop to get
over the ropes. He hands the belt over to the ref, and moves straight to
his corner, watching Riz with a careful eye in spite of his, no pun
intended, outwardly gay appearance. His music fades, and there is a
moment of tense anticipation.
Bob: Here we go, folks. Don’t forget, this one’s for the belt.
Cal: I sincerely doubt anyone could forget that.
Jerry: Yeah! For real! Get him, Bob 2!
Cal: I’m just sayin.
The bell rings, and both men move forward slowly, almost synchronously,
each stepping as the other does, their eyes locked. Waldo moves first,
and he moves quickly and suddenly, going for a spinning roundhouse kick,
but somehow, Riz moves even quicker. He catches Waldo’s leg, steps
toward him, grabs his other leg, and executes the Rizolution, crossing
Waldo’s arms, then forcing him to land on them.
Bob: My God! What a start to this match! Waldo goes for a vicious kick,
and Riz counters into one of his trademarks, the Rizolution!
Cal: Brilliant, brilliant move by Riz. He’s starting this off real
strong.
Jerry: Actually, well, uh, that was really kinda cool. Almost looked
like a finishing move.
Bob: And it’s not.
Jerry: Yeah, Bob, I know.
Riz seems to be preparing to apply some sort of hold, but Waldo rolls,
almost leaping to his feet. Riz turns to face him, and Waldo lunges,
grabbing Riz by the shoulders and spinning him around before executing
an X-factor Facebuster.
Bob: And there’s a tremendous Facebuster!
Cal: Waldo’s not holding back either, Bob.
Bob: He most certainly isn’t.
Immediately following the facebuster, Waldo runs up against the ropes,
leaps off, and nails Riz with a Lionsault.
Bob: And there’s a Lionsault! I think Waldo’s just pulled ahead.
Cal: Sure looks like it. Riz has got to fight back here. Not that I
don’t think he will. In fact, I know he will.
As if to affirm this, Riz suddenly bolts upright. He too almost leaps to
his feet, looking quickly around for Waldo. Spotting him, he tenses like
a wolf about to spring, charges forward, and delivers a spear that
catches Waldo in the gut and knocks him flat on his back. Then, skidding
to a stop, Riz executes the Riz Stomp as well.
Bob: And I think Riz just did it!
Jerry: Did what? The Hula?
Cal: No, Jerry. He staged a bit of a comeback there.
Bob: Yeah, Waldo looks stunned!
Understanding this just as well as Bob, Riz goes for a cover. He may not
necessarily think he’ll score the victory here, but he still wants to
test how far he’ll get.
1…
2…
Waldo kicks out right at the 2 count.
Bob: And a kickout at 2 by Waldo.
Cal: Not quite close, but we’re definitely into the thick of things.
Jerry: And I’ve barely gotten a word in edgewise up to this point.
Bob: Just the way we like it.
Riz gets back to his feet, Waldo following close behind. The two men
lock up, but Waldo suddenly slams his arms to either side, breaking
Riz’s grip. He leans back, out of the way of any potential attack by Riz,
and then leaps, delivering a powerful spinning heal kick that knocks Riz
flat.
Jerry: Oooo! That heal kick caught him right in the face!
Bob: It was a powerful move, but I don’t know if it’ll be enough to put
Riz down.
Cal: It won’t. That’s why he’s going for this!
Just as Cal is speaking, Waldo is running up against the ropes, and
coming back with a flipping Senton Splash.
Bob: Oh what a move! That might do it!
Waldo shifts position, going for a cover on Riz.
1…
2…
Riz kicks out at 2 and a half.
Bob: 2 and a half count! This match is getting closer by the minute!
Cal: This is what the fans wanted to see. This is a match of champions.
Waldo gets to his feet, and gives Riz an approving look, one which he
may not actually see, as he’s getting up. Riz’s expression is stern, and
concentrating. Both men move forward once more, and lock up. Then, Riz
surprises Waldo simply by keeping it simple. He catches Waldo with a leg
sweep, takes him down, then rushes back to his legs, quickly locking in
his patented Figure 4 leglock.
Bob: Figure 4! Figure 4! They’re not exactly in the center of the ring,
but they’re close!
Cal: And Waldo’s not the biggest guy. He may still have trouble reaching
the ropes.
Waldo can’t help but cry out. Riz is, after all, extremely, extremely
proficient at this hold. Desperately, Waldo reaches, struggling for the
ropes, and not quite making it. Riz sinches in the hold even tighter,
and Waldo continues to struggle, crying out in frustration but not
giving up.
Bob: Folks, we could have a new champion right here!
Cal: We really could! Waldo’s in trouble!
Jerry: Not yet! Not yet! There’s no blood!
Cal: Shut up, Jerry.
Jerry: But…
Bob: NO, shut up.
Waldo puts all his strength into it, gritting his teeth as he once again
stretches for the ropes. He actually manages to pull Riz as he goes, and
his fingers just brush the bottom rope. The ref sees it, and instantly
calls for the break. Riz frustratedly holds on, but only until the
referee’s two count.
Bob: Oh man, that was almost it. Riz almost had him right there!
Cal: When Riz has you in that hold, it’s so devastating. So lethal.
Waldo’s gotta be hurt after that one.
Jerry: Yeah. It’s crunchtime for Waldo.
Bob: What? No jokes?
Cal: I think he figured out that the only way he’s gonna get to say
something is if he actually does proper commentary.
Jerry: No, I just… Shut up!
Riz gets back up, and Waldo gets carefully to his own feet. Waldo walks
around for a few moments, testing his legs. Then, once more, both men
lock up.
Bob: This could be it. Waldo’s gotta do something here if he wants to
retain his title.
There is a power struggle for a while, but suddenly, Waldo breaks Riz’s
grip again, and his face changes to a grimace of determination as he
jumps into a flip, going over Riz’s head and then locking his legs
around Riz’s waist. The camera zooms in, and shows that Waldo is clearly
in pain as well as he grabs Riz’s own legs, and executes his finisher.
Bob: And what a come back!
Cal: You’re my Bitch Now!
Jerry: I knew it, Cal! I freakin knew it!
Cal: That’s what it’s called, asshole.
Jerry: You’re the one that keeps talking about…
Bob: Shut up, Jerry! Riz got hit with Waldo’s finisher, and that’s gotta
be it!
Cal: Yeah, but Waldo isn’t looking so hot either.
Jerry: You would know…
Cal: SHUT UP!
Waldo sits where he is for a moment, panting heavily, his legs torturing
him. Again, he grits his teeth, and moves, going for the cover on a now
unmoving Riz.
1…
2…
3!
Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and still the Skyfall champion, Waldo
Valdo Escobar!
The bell rings, Let me Entertain You hits again, and Waldo gets slowly
back to his feet, a small smile on his face.
Bob: And Waldo retains, but man you couldn’t ask for a closer match.
Cal: It was a beautiful thing. Riz, if you watch this tape, know that
you’re worthy. Give it another go, and you just might make it.
Jerry: Right. Sure. He didn’t even make Waldo bleed.
Bob: Oh come on! Can’t you just respect the match for what it was? Are
you really that bitter?
Jerry: Yeah, alright, fine. It was OK.
Riz gets to his feet after a few moments, and is cheered by the crowd.
Waldo gives him an approving nod, then exits the ring, belt over his
shoulder. Riz looks around at the crowd, and they cheer him again.
Smiling a little, he raises his hands, acknowledging that it was a good
match. The crowd cheers louder, and then Riz makes his own exit.
Bob: As Waldo makes his exit, you can see the slight wobble in his legs.
Riz’s skill definitely got to him here.
Cal: Great match, and great night. What do you think, Jerry?
Jerry: Well, i… Yeah, OK. It was pretty good. I mean, there was some
blood…
Bob: Good. We can end on that note. Jerry’s admission that it was good.
For my money, it truly was great. Folks, this is Bob Macatire alongside
my two colleagues. We’ll see you next week on Friday Night Edge.
We see a brief shot of Waldo waiting near the top of the ramp as Riz
walks up, probably about to shake his hand. We don’t get to find out,
though, as we fade to the SWA logo, and then to black. |
