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Voice: Since its foundation, the STC has been the place to go for new SWA talent. We see shots of people coming up through the STC, including Christian McClane and Andy Madrox. Voice: It has given rise to some unexpected characters, one of which is debuting this very night. The Bread Zombie is shown moaning for bread during his promos. Voice: But is this a good thing? Is this the start of the invasion that is this night’s namesake? Through the magic of computer imaging, there are suddenly 20 bread zombies, all moaning for bread and toast. Voice: Not necessarily of zombies… The zombies disappear. Voice: But this may just be the beginning of a new era for the SWA. An era where everyone… and everything… is welcome. Where nothing is too far, or too much. Now we see images of the wrestlers participating in the rest of the card. Voice: Is this a good thing? Or are we perhaps seeing the next hurtle of the SWA begin to rise? Regardless, it all starts with an Invasion. With that, the rapid opening notes of Undead by Hollywood Undead begin to play. The screen fades out first, but then as soon as the drums come in, we’re slammed with the SWA banner. This is followed shortly by the Invasion banner, and we cut to the arena as soon as the group begins shouting “Undead.” Pyros explode, and the crowd cheers as they wave their signs about, hoping to catch the panning cameras. We move around them a couple times, then settle on Bob and Jerry, sitting stiffly at their positions. Jerry: Hello, Bob. Bob: Hello, Jerry. Jerry: Last night, ya know. And later on, I’ll be utterly destroying you in that ring. Once I’m done with that, you probably won’t even go to Aggression. You’ll probably just leave the company outright. Bob: Good lord, Jerry. You wouldn’t think you got enough promo time before this match. In case you’re not aware, we have a job to do, and if you at all hope to prove you’re worth the position you hold, regardless of whether you beat me or not, you had better start doing it. Jerry: Forgive me. I just want to be past my time with you, that’s all. Ahem. Welcome to Invasion, folks. Got a couple of title matches on tap tonight, those should be good. Some blood in at least one of them, I’m sure. Then we got me facing this clown, which should be the best. Bob: Oh yes. I can agree with that, because the expression on your face when this “clown’ beats you… that’ll be priceless. Jerry: Pfft. Bob: Yep, that’s all he’s got. What say we get into our first match, eh Jerry? Jerry: Fine. And ya know, just because I’m a fair guy and all, I’ll let you open up this first one. After all, you’ll never get the chance again. Bob: Up first here at Invasion we've got Mad Dog Tanner vs. The Bread Zombie, take it away Tim. Jerry: That's my line, but you won't be stealing it anymore after tonight. Bob: You repeat yourself too much. ( Tom Tanner vs. The Bread Zombie ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The Toast Song from the Bob and Tom show starts to play and the lights go out. The bread Zombie limps onto the ramp. He pulls a baguette from his pants and bites a piece off, then throws it at the fans and limps down the ramp. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from The Bakery, weighing in at 185 pounds, The Bread Zombie! Jerry: So, this is the part where you defend the new guy, right Bob? I mean, this guy is obviously a real highly touted up and comer and we should give him a fair chance to impress. Come on, tell us how you're looking forward to seeing what the Bread Zombie can do in there. Bob: Jerry, please just do us all a favor and shut up for once. You're making a fool out of yourself as usual. 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, shakes his head in confusion. Then he graps the ropes and with difficulty he lifts himself on the apron. He then bites the top rope to see if its bread. Then he falls over it into the ring and lands in a heap of zombie before he gets up and limps around the ring once. Bob: How is this guy supposed to wrestle? He can barely move around in there. Nevermind, I don't even want to know ... this is just too bizarre. Jerry: What a surprise, you're at a loss for words. Bob Macatire, ladies and gentlemen. Rough and Ready hits the PA system, white strobes flashing throughout the arena as Mad Dog moves onto the stage, smiling out over the cheering crowd. Reynolds appears behind him, smirking slightly and leaning on his cane as he looks over the people in attendance. Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, from Kingsville, Texas, weighing in at 185 pounds, Tom "Mad Dog" Tanner! Bob: After the plant fiasco at Maelstrom, a loss here would certainly be devastating and even more embarrassing for Tanner. Jerry: Wow, you don't say? Brilliant insight as always Bob. Mad Dog makes his way down the ramp, giving high fives to the people in front before climbing into the ring, readying himself for the match to come. Reynolds stays on the outside, giving a few words of encouragement before the match begins. Jerry: I have to say, I'm surprised Tanner has been able to keep this demeanor on the way to the ring. He certainly wasn't acting this way during the week. Bob: Regardless of his displeasure with the opponent given to him he still loves to compete in front of these fans. He's a professional Jerry, I know that's a foreign concept to you though. The bell rings to start the match, and the Bread Zombie extends it's arms out forward at a 90 degree angle while moaning "Breeeaaddd!" Jerry: The Bread Zombie looking for a test of strength to start things off it looks like. Bob: No, I'm pretty sure it's just holding it's arms out like that because it's a zombie. Tanner doesn't look amused at all at this and unloads on the Zombie with a big open hand chop, staggering it. He runs back and getting some momentum hits it with a clothesline that staggers the seven footer, but being a zombie it continues slowly trekking forward seemingly unfazed. Tanner finally climbs up to the second rope and dives off with a Thesz press, unloading on it with punches showing a ferocity and determination before the ref pulls him off. Bob: Tanner isn't messing around here, look at the intensity he's showing. Jerry: Well, if he lost to a Bread Zombie in his last match before officially joining the main roster he might as well just retire ... again. Tanner goes back after the downed Zombie, but as he bends over it spits a piece of chewed up bread it had in it's mouth up into Tanner's face, getting some in his eyes and temporarily blinding him. Jerry: That was ... something else. The Zombie uses the ropes to slowly pull itself up and starts slowly unloading on Tanner with looping punches. It then knocks him down with a clothesline before it starts slowly stomping away at him. It's not clear whether it's being methodical on purpose or just because it's really that slow, but it's strangely effective as it stomps away at every body part of Tanner's. It then starts choking away at him with it's foot, using the ropes for leverage before the ref forces it to break. Bob: The Bread Zombie is actually in control of this match now, I'm kind of stunned. Jerry: Please, somebody end this. It's like this match is going in slow motion. The Zombie drags Tanner back up to his feet and taunts him with a moan of "Breeeaaddd!" once again before punching him again. It then pulls a piece of toast out of it's pants, and goes to spit it at Tanner but is caught with a punch that causes it to start choking on it's own toast. Bob: It looks like Tanner is through with this nonsense, he wasn't going to be spat on twice. Jerry: Well, did you see where he pulled that toast from? Tanner hits a hooking clothesline with great impact, knocking the Zombie down hard. It slowly staggers up and he plants it with a spinebuster, before dragging it up to it's feet and sending it flying and folded up like an accordion with a release german suplex. With a fire in his eyes, he waits for the Zombie to once again stumble up before booting it in the gut and then planting it with the B.O.D. He goes for the cover as the ref counts. One ... Two ... Three!!! Jerry: And mercifully this one is over. Bob: That's probably the only thing I'll agree with you on all night. The bell rings, as Tanner makes his way back up and exits the ring storming to the back with Reynolds following behind, not even letting the ref raise his hand. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Tom "Mad Dog" Tanner! Bob: Mad Dog high tailing it out of here quickly. Jerry: Well I can't blame him for not wanting anything more to do with that. As the Bread Zombie groggily makes it's way up to it's feet post-match, all of a sudden STC's newcomer Judas Iscariot runs in with a nailed club and hits him with it. The Zombie falls down, stumbles up and is hit with it again. It falls down and is hit with it a third time as it drags itself back up. Bob: It's that nut job zealot, Judas Iscariot, but why is he attacking the Bread Zombie? Jerry: I don't know, and don't care. The Zombie finally manages to roll out of the ring and disappears under it. Judas gives chase, and follow it under the ring. After a few moments, Judas emerges and is just holding a piece of toast in his hands looking furious. He tosses it to the ground and stomps it, before running backstage continuing in search of his prey. Jerry: Ummm, I don't quite know how to describe what we just saw. Bob, you think you're the big hot shot trying to take my job, any thoughts on the matter? Bob: Uh .... right, let's move on. Coming up next we've got a battle of high flyers as Russell Brown takes on Andy Madrox. Jerry: That’s not how you do it, Bob. Here, allow the head announcer to demonstrate. Bob: Oh God, here we go. Jerry: Here we go, Andy Madrox stepping into the ring with Russell Brown! Bob: Wow Jerry, that almost sounded professional. Jerry: You know what else is professional? Me kicking your ass! Bob: Good for you, Jerry. Did you think that one up on your own or did those writers of yours give you a hand. Jerry: Wouldn’t you like to know, Bob. Let’s get to the action so we don’t have to listen to you anymore! ( Andy Madrox vs. Russell Brown ) Tim Marshal: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, the Internet Legend, Andy Madrox! Andy Madrox comes out with a smile on his face points to a fan and walks over and shakes their hand. Then he makes his way to the ring jumps up onto the ring apron then jumps over the top rope and waits inside the ring for his opponent. Bob: Some would say that this up and coming superstar puts on a good show outside of the ring but once he gets in there he seems to flounder. Kind of like someone else I know. Jerry: Now, now, Bob. I don’t think Behemoth would appreciate how you talk about his mother. Bob: Very creative, Jerry. Lets see if your fists match your wit. Dull and senseless. Jerry: You’re calling my fists senseless? What kind of insult is that? Tim Marshal: And his opponent, the one and only Rising Star, Russell Brown! Frontline by Pillar slams on the PA. As the song begins to pick up the temp, Brown appears on the stage with his arms spread looking like a “star” pose and pouring down on him is the gold pyro. A few seconds later he walks down the ramp and as he gets on the apron he faces the crowd, rips off the hood of his jacket and spreads his arms. Brown gets in the ring, spreads his arms once again in the middle of the ring and then stands in the corner waiting for his opponent. Bob: You know, Russell Brown’s star has been rising a long, long time yet it doesn’t seem to be glimmering as brightly as he would hope it to be. Jerry: Kinda like that bald spot of yours glimmers, Bob? Bob: Can you at least try to act professional for now? The bell sounds and Russ locks up with Andy, both of them trying to use their strengths to get the upper hand. Russell catches Andy off guard with a swift knee to the gut, getting the edge he was looking for. He grabs Andy, whipping him hard into the corner and going right for a series of hard chops, not giving him an inch. Bob: Russell is quick on the attack, but can he hold it? Jerry: I don’t know, Andy has been known to be quick on his feet… Russell grabs Andy out of the corner, letting out a scream as he delivers a hard DDT, quickly going for the pin early on. The ref drops down for the count. 1... 2... Andy shows an amazing feat of strength as he throws Russell off of him, breaking the pin. Russell hit’s the mat and rolls off to the corner, shocked by Andy’s power. Andy gets to his feet, looking down at Russell, motioning and yelling at him to get up. He offers Russell a free shot at him as Russell slowly gets to his feet, looking around at the crowd as if trying to figure out whether or not to take it. Bob: Looks like Andy’s giving Russ a free shot at him! Jerry: Maybe he knocked a screw loose when he received all those chops earlier. Russell slowly moves forward, cocking back his arm and giving Andy a hard right. Andy shakes his head, telling him to punch harder. Russell pauses for a moment before giving him another. Andy just laughs, wondering if that’s the best he’s got. Russell starts to get angry, throwing another hard right. Andy smirks, rearing back and hitting Russell with a hard right of his own. Russell stumbles back from the impact but comes back for more, both men trading blows in the center of the ring. Bob: Looks like they each have something to prove! Jerry: Gonna prove just how much of a jackass you are later on, Bob. Bob: My God, the patheticness! Jerry: Wouldn’t that be patheticism? Bob: Oy… The rights and lefts fly, Russell starting to wobble and Andy uses it to his advantage. He grabs Russell, slamming him hard onto the mat with a back to belly pile driver. Russell is dazed and Andy takes his chance to go for the pin. The ref getting into position. 1... 2... Russell manages to get a shoulder up just before the three count and the match continues. Andy sits up, looking down at him and shaking his head before pounding Russell’s with his fist. He pulls Russ to his feet, tossing him against the ropes. As Russ comes back he ducks under a clothesline from Andy, stopping in mid stride and grabbing Andy by the head, dragging him along as he goes for a Ground Zero. Bob: Desperation move from Russell, could pay off big! Jerry: Nothing’s bigger than your mom’s fat ass. Bob: I’ve had just about enough of your petty insults, Jerry. Jerry: Oooo. What’re you gonna do, ask for a match with me? Oh look, we already have one. Bob: I may just start it early like you did last time. Jerry: That wasn’t early, it was right on time. Russ runs towards the corner, running up the ropes, ready to spring his trap but Andy shoves him up higher, making him break the hold while Russell is in mid air. He flips over, looking like he is going to land on his feet behind Andy but just before Russell’s feet hit the mat, Andy sends a super kick at him, catching Russell square in the jaw as he comes down. Russell hit’s the mat hard, Andy going for the pin. 1... 2... Bob: WOW! What a counter from Madrox! That’s gonna leave a mark! 3! Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Andy Madrox! Bob: Well Andy picks up a big win here tonight and Russell suffers from another defeat. It’s amazing how some things work out isn’t it, Jerry. Jerry: Yeah, like how my foot is going to work out with your face! Bob sighs and shakes his head. Bob: Do we have a commercial to go to here? Please… Jerry: Ha! We’re at a pay per view event, Bob. No commercials here. Bob: Oh that’s painful. The fans cheer as Madrox celebrates his victory. Both he and Russell make it out of the ring, Madrox going first by a long shot. Bob: Our next match for invasion is about to begin. Sirus shade vs Rachel. Jerry: Yea, and we are going to see a beat down here like we are going to see a beat down later tonight right Bob? Bob: Whatever you say Jerry. ( Sirus Shade vs. Rachel Drake ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first Sirus Shade He appears from under the Skytron and stands at the top of the ramp and looks back and forth while chewing gum with a smirk on his face. He begins to walk down to the ring he slaps hands with a few fans on the way down and then swings his arm and stops it with his other hand and raises his fist to some people in the crowd. He walks up the steps and puts his foot on the bottom rope and rest his arm on the top looking towards the fans. He lowers his shades slightly and peers over them still chewing the gum and gives a slight laugh. He enters through the top and second rope. Bob: Sirus coming here looking for a win. Jerry: Of course he is, that’s why you go down to the ring, to win like what I am going to do tonight. Bob: You mean what I am going to do tonight? Jerry: Keep dreaming Bob. He takes off his jacket and tosses it to security. He then turns and rest his crossed arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom facing the ramp and waits for Rachel. Tim Marshal: And Introducing his opponent from New York, New York, Rachel Drake! One Two Step by Ciara begins to play, and Rachel pops up from the floor, head down. As the song slowly begins to pick up, Rachel begins to sway to the beat. Then, as the first verse begins, she raises her head and begins dancing down the ramp and toward the ring. Bob: Two technicians here, should be some good mat wrestling here. Jerry: Maybe. Without missing a beat, she manages to wave and smile at the fans who cheer her. She struts and dances right up to the ring, reaching it just as the chorus begins. At that point, she does a very technical slide through the ropes, not adopting the sexy pose she had before. She stands, continuing to swing her hips and step to the beat, and dances herself right into her corner. The bell rings, and Rachel and Sirus meet in the center of the ring. Sirus extends his arm to grab Rachel but gets caught with a kick to the gut. Sirus moves in, they lock up and they try to overpower each other. Sirus wins, quickly transitioning the lockup into a snap suplex landing Rachel on the mat. She quickly rolls out of the way and makes her way to her feet. Bob: quick snap suplex there, Rachel is being smart and getting out of the way right away after that. Jerry: Is that how your going to be in the ring Bob? I hit you with a move and you run? Bob: No, but you’re welcome to keep thinking that. They both charge at each other with a double clothesline, both slamming to the mat. They both slowly make it to there feet at the same time. They charge at each other again, and Rachel jumps up mid run and connects a drop kick right to Sirus dropping him to the mat. Bob: So who you thinks going to win Jerry? Jerry: Me. Bob: No, not that match, this match… And it will be me. Jerry: Keep dreaming Bob the builder, and my pick is Sirus. Rachel doesn’t waste a second, jumping on Sirus and applying a single legged Boston crab. Sirus struggles and struggles as he reaches for the rope, but can’t make it. Sirus cries out in pain. He then uses all his energy and flips Rachel over onto the mat, and off of him. He then gets on her and applies a single legged Boston crab of his own. Jerry: I wonder if Rachel will get out of this one here. Bob: Most likely, you be surprised what people can do in that ring. Jerry: I won’t when I see you in there. Bob: Just wait Jerry.. Rachel reaches for the rope and skims it with her fingers, but can’t grab it. She tries and tries, and finally she gets it Bob: Close there for Rachel. Jerry: Yea she almost tapped. The ref calls for the break. Sirus stands up, as does Rachel. They both begin to exchange punches. Rachel staggers back but then charges full force with a spear sending Sirus down. Rachel goes for a quick pin. One Sirus kicks out then quickly grabs Rachel flipping her down and grabs her with a roll up. Bob: Sirus getting out of that predicament and reversing it into a pin of his own. Jerry: Mhhmm but don’t think you can pull that out in our match Bob. Bob: Shut up already. Jerry: What? One Rachel kicks out. They both work to their feet and Sirus grabs Rachel for a suplex. She blocks it then attempts to reverse it for a suplex on Sirus but he blocks it. They go back and forth blocking suplexes, then finally Sirus manages to hit the suplex landing Rachel on the mat. Bob: Reversal fest there, Sirus managing to get it out though. Sirus and Rachel both make it to their feet and charge at each other, but then he hits Victim of a in house drive by slamming Rachel to the mat. Bob: Could be over here! Jerry: Yep. Only a matter of moments before your loss, erm I mean Rachel's. Sirus doesn’t waste a second, grabbing Rachel with the snitcher. Rachel tries to fight it but finally taps. Tim Marshal: Your winner by submission Sirus Shade! Sirus stands up with his arm raised, as Rachel rolls out of the ring and heads to the back with a disappointed look on her face. Sirus soon follows with a big smirk. Bob: Well, Sirus Shade with a victory over Rachel Drake. Jerry: Yes, Bob. We all saw it. Can’t say I’m too surprised, though. I did pick him, after all. Bob: Yes. You picked him. Nice work with a fifty percent chance of getting the answer right. Jerry: Oh yeah. That’s all it was. Bob: Exactly. Now then, quit stalling, and get to the next match. Jerry: that time is getting closer and closer Bob. That time when I will be rid of you. Bob: Yes Jerry, the next match up, so at least try to act professional for this, our last match together. Jerry: I have no room for sentiment Bob. Bob: Trust me Jerry I don’t either. Hell cat has been attacking Riz and now it has all come to a head and Riz is looking to exact some revenge. Jerry: After Rae, Kyla and Hell cat attacking him , I am surprised Riz doesn’t hate women like I do. Bob: I really don’t like Riz but I can say at least he is not shallow like you in this regard. Jerry: Whatever Bob, now let’s go down to ring side and Tim Marshal. Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. As The Unforgiven by Metallica starts to play the lights slowly turn light green and light blue. The camera pans around and shows the fans before coming to rest on the ramp. Rae and Riz step out onto the stage. Tim Marshal: Introducing, accompanied by Rae Morgan, from Autumn valley, Weighing one hundred and seventy pounds, here is the SWA Anarchy champion, Riz! Bob: So it turns out that Hell cat really attacked Riz because she doesn’t like him. Jerry: Yep and who can blame her for that. Bob: You are actually agreeing with a woman Jerry? Jerry do us all a favor and shut up Bob. Bob: No I won’t. I wouldn’t subject the fans to just you. Rae skips down the ramp and Riz follows her. When they reach the ring, Rae hops in and Riz enters through the second rope. After Going to a corner Rae says something to Riz and takes her place outside the ring as Riz awaits the start of the match. Hell Cat comes to the ring dressed in a cat suit. Restless by within temptation is playing on the PA system. Tim Marshal: Introducing his opponent, from the iron gates of fate, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds, here is Hell cat! Jerry: Well she won’t be able to do sneaky attacks now will she. Let’s see how well she does face to face. Bob: Hell cat is a tough competitor and should not be underestimated Jerry. Jerry: She is a woman Bob. She climbs to the top rope then dives down in to the ring landing on her feet. The bell rings and Both Hell cat and Riz look across at each other. Hell cat charges forwards and nails Riz with a spear. She mounts him and delivers a series of punches. Bob: Wow Hell cat coming out of the traps quick here. A good strategy. Jerry: It won’t work with me Bob, so don’t even think of trying it. Hell cat drags Riz to his feet, she hooks him up and delivers a DDT. She hooks the leg, looking for an early pin fall. Jerry: What a start and perhaps an end? One... Two... Kick out! Bob: No Jerry, still allot more fight in Riz yet. Both wrestlers get to their feet. Hell cat nails Riz with a right, she attempts a kick but Riz catches her foot. He delivers a dragon screw and follows it right up by locking in an STF. Hell cat has plenty of strength at this point and so there for is able to break the hold. Jerry: Way too early for such a move, Riz should have known better. Bob: I think he was looking to wear her down with the move, not make her tap out. Jerry: Where did you learn that Bob, from your training? Riz drags Hell cat to her feet and delivers a strong kick to the legs. He bends her down and puts her head between his legs. He picks her up in a powerbomb. As soon as she is on his shoulders though, she punches Riz right in the face. She rolls back, executing a hurricanrana. Hell Cat gets to her feet and bounces off the ropes. She nails Riz with a high jumping knee drop to the chest. Still with a look of grit and determination on her face she hooks the leg, looking for a pin fall. Bob: The momentum has switched back to Hell cat and Riz is really in trouble here. One... Two... Kick out! Jerry: Oh she nearly had it. I am looking for this match to be done today you guys, I want to be rid of Bob. Bob: You shouldn’t wish for your defeat so soon Jerry. It will come in good time. Hell cat gets to her feet and not too long after Riz follows suit. Hell cat charges forwards but Riz side steps her. He goes behind her and hooks her up in a pumphandle position. He lifts her up and slams her on her back. He hooks the leg and the ref drops for the count. Bob: Riz with the cover drive, this could be it for Hell cat. One... Two... Kick out! Jerry: No she kicked out, lucky for you Bob. Riz drags Hell cat to the middle of the ring and stands at the side of her. He leaps up and crashes down on her with a double foot stomp. This is repeated a second time. He then locks in a Clover leaf. Hell cat screams out as Riz pulls back applying more pressure. Bob: Riz stomp followed by a Clover leaf and now Riz is asserting him-self. Jerry: Well done Bob, you know how this commentary thing works. Of course I did teach you everything you ever knew. Bob: Just keep telling your-self that Jerry. Hell cat inches her way to the ropes. After a short while she reaches them and puts her hand on the bottom rope. The ref calls for the break and Riz obliges after the fore of the count. As Riz comes forwards Hell cat is ready for him and the result is a stiff kick to the face. This sends him reeling back. She charges forwards and delivers a clothesline. She gets Riz to his feet and goes behind him and executes a German suplex. She climbs to the top rope. Just as Riz gets to his feet Hell cat leaps off and nails Riz with a flying body press. She hooks the leg just after they both hit the mat. Bob: Nice flying cross body there but let’s see if it gets the job done. One... Two... Shoulder up! Jerry: Oh that was so close. This match has been so back and forth. Both of them get to their feet. Hell cat attempts a big Right but Riz evades it and grabs her out stretched arm. He then sets up Hell cat and executes a tigerbomb. He then follows this up by grabbing one of Hell cat’s legs and setting her up for the figure four leg lock. Jerry: Well this is it, Hell cat is now going to have to... Bob: He doesn’t even have it locked in yet Jerry. Jerry: So sue me for wanting this match to be over Bob. Riz doesn’t have the move locked in so Hell cat is able to fight out of it. She rolls away and gets to her feet. Riz charges forwards looking to connect with a spear but Hell cat moves out of the way. The result is that Riz hits the turnbuckle hard. Hell cat follows him in and rams his head into the corner several times. She then uses the corner and delivers a tornado DDT. Rae cheers Riz and tries to will him to his feet. Jerry: You see the state Riz is in Bob? That will be you very soon. Bob: Yeah Jerry, always talking a big game. Hell Cat hooks up Riz’s head and delivers a neck breaker. She springboards off the second rope with a moonsault. Bob: Well... Jerry: You know what Bob? Bob: Jerry stop talking over me. Jerry: Well one of us has to be professional here. As usual it has to be me. Bob: I am not even going to answer you Jerry. Nice moonsault from Hell cat, she could have really made this match hers with that. One... Two... Kick out! Jerry: Two count but a long two count. Hell cat goes to the top rope, looking for the feeliner. This time it is one time too many though, as she leaps Riz quickly gets up and catches her in mid air. He turns one hundred and eighty degrees and slams her on the mat in a sort of powerslam. Jerry: Nice counter by the bastard there. That will... Bob: Riz is getting her to her feet, Let’s see what he is looking for here. There Jerry, it is not nice being talked over is it? Riz drags Hell cat to her feet and sets her up for a piledriver. He manages to land it and upon it’s completion goes right for the legs. He locks in the figure four leg lock. Jerry: He has it locked in, the figure four leg lock, right in the middle of the ring. Bob: Hell cat is trying to fight it, but this is not going to be easy to escape. Hell cat screams out in pain as Riz wrenches on the hold. After a few more moments she is not able to fight it anymore and taps out. The bell rings and Riz keeps hold of the submission for a moment longer before letting go. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Riz! Hell cat slips out of the ring quietly as Rae does the exact opposite. Jerry: That match wasn’t bad considering it had a woman in it. Bob: It was a fantastic match and Hell cat proved that she had no ring rust. Jerry: Yeah well, whatever. Riz and Rae celebrate Riz’s win a moment longer before they head to the back. Jerry: that was our last match together Bob and I couldn’t be happier. Bob: Me neither Jerry, I am looking forwards to shutting you up, once and for all. As we move into the final moments before our match, I’d just like to say… that I’ve absolutely hated working with you. Jerry: Me too, Bob. Me too. There is a long pause then. The camera is now exclusively showing Bob and Jerry, still seated for the moment, seeming to be collecting themselves. Jerry: Well this is it, Bob. I finally beat you and get rid of you once and for all. Bob: Trust me Jerry the feeling is more than mutual. I have worked with you more than long enough and the time has arrived. Cal and Christi come down to the commentary position. Jerry: Here you go Cal, I am not giving my headset to her. Bob: Oh here you go again Jerry. Bob hands Christi his headset. Christi: Thank you Bob, and you Jerry, we may be working together so you better learn some manners. Besides as if I want your smelly headset anyways. Jerry is about to respond when Cal takes his headset from him. Cal: Take your aggression and use it in the ring Jerry. Jerry and Bob both climb into the ring. ( Bob Macatire versus Jerry Sheppard – Loser Goes to Aggression ) Tim marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner will gain the coveted head announcer position, and the loser will be sent to Aggression! Christi: So this of course means that we will no longer be working together Cal. Cal: I will miss working with you Christi. Christi: Thanks Cal but I am looking forwards to the change, just as long as it’s not that Jerry. Cal: Hey hey! Christi: Hush now Cal it is time for the introductions. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, Jerry Sheppard! He raises his arms as some cheer him and others boo him. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, Bob Macatire! Bob looks around at the fans for a moment but then looks directly at Jerry. Once again some of the fans cheer Bob whilst others boo. Cal: I can hardly believe it has gotten to this point but it has and this is not going to be pleasant. Christi: Come on Cal you know it has all been building for quite some time. Cal: To end up like this though? Christi: We knew that it all would end in tears some day. Both men look at each other with disgust. Finally the bell rings and they both go straight for each other. Though this is a wrestling match, this contest doesn’t start this way. Both begin to brawl, exchanging lefts and rights. The ferocity of each blow as it lands clearly shows the intent of each man tonight. The ref tells both men to back off. They do but they look at each other with hatred. Cal: The ref had to step in there. This is a wrestling match, not a punch up. Christi: With the way feelings between these two are I am not at all surprised that the match started the way it did. Both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Bob gets the better of this and takes control with a hammer lock. Jerry fights out of it though and from out of nowhere delivers a jaw breaker. He mounts Bob and delivers a few lefts and rights to the head. The ref tells him to back off and he does, very reluctantly. Bob then gets to his feet and charges forwards. He catches Jerry with a very strong clothesline. Jerry hits the mat hard. Cal: There is that training coming into effect from Bob. Christi: That clothesline turned Jerry inside out. Bob drags Jerry to his feet and picks him up in a suplex position. He falls back and drops him straight down in a brainbuster. Bob hooks the leg, looking for the first pin fall of the match. Christi: Jerry dropped on his head, I am sure that had to effect what little of a brain he has. Cal: Come on Christi, we have to be unbiased. Christi: You can be, but Jerry is a chauvinistic pig so I don’t have to be. Cal: Well I will say this. Bob is very, very clearly outwrestling Jerry to this point. This is a huge change from the last time he was in the ring. One... Two... Kick out! Cal: Strong kick out by Jerry. Bob Brings Jerry up to his feet, he sets him up for a scoop slam but Jerry uses some athleticism and manages to flip out of it. He ends up behind Bob and just as he turns Jerry nails him with a super kick. Bob’s head jerks back and the rest of his body follows as he falls back. Jerry kicks away at the fallen body of his former friend and co commentator. Bob rolls away and gets back up to his feet. Jerry nails Bob with a kick to the gut. He follows this up with a pretty well done swinging neck breaker. He hooks the leg as the ref drops for the count. Cal: Jerry really commanding things here and this could be it. One... Two... Kick out! Christi: Only a two count this time Cal. Jerry drags Bob to his feet. He whips him into the corner and charges in after him. Bob moves out of the way though and Jerry ends up going into the turnbuckle shoulder first. Bob Grabs Jerry and rams his shoulder into the turnbuckle multiple times. He does this with such force that Jerry cries out in pain. Jerry falls down clutching his shoulder. Christi: Jerry is in real trouble here, just look at the pain etched across his face. Cal: I am sure that Bob will be trained enough to know to work on a body part. Bob walks over to Jerry and delivers a stiff kick to the injured shoulder. He then gets Jerry to his feet and says something to him before picking him up in a body slam position. Whilst Jerry is upside down Bob drops to one knee, takes Jerry’s shoulder and drops it across the other knee in a shoulder breaker. Bob drops onto Jerry on the opposite side of the injured shoulder in a lateral press. The ref begins to make the count. Cal: I don’t think Jerry will get up from that. One... Two... Shoulder up! Christi: Now there is some of the training taking effect. Bob was on the opposite side so when Jerry had to kick out he had to raise the injured shoulder. Cal: Smart move by Bob but I bet he wasn’t counting on Jerry kicking out, what endurance. Bob shakes his head as he backs away from Jerry. As Jerry gets to his feet Bob charges forwards. Jerry spots this though and is ready for it. The result is a very powerful clothesline from both men at the same time, resulting in them both hitting the mat hard. Due to the force of Jerry’s clothesline and the fact that Bob had already been working on Jerry’s shoulder both men seem to be equally stunned at this point. The ref begins to count both men out. One... Two... Three... Christi: So what happens if these two don’t get up. Cal: I am not sure on that one Christi. Four... Five... Christi: I just don’t want to get stuck with that horrible Jerry, whatever the result. Cal: If you do, I know you will put him in his place. Six... Cal: Well they are both slowly starting to stir. Seven... Both men slowly sit up and turn over onto their knees. The count is of course stopped as it is always done when wrestlers reach their knees. They both get to their feet, with Bob being the less damaged up first. They both meet in the middle of the ring and once again lock up. Jerry breaks the clinch with a hard knee to the gut of Bob. It is Jerry who surprises Bob this time as he takes him over with a fireman’s carry. Jerry sits up Bob and locks in a reverse chin lock. Cal: Jerry now really trying to wear down Bob. Christi: Yeah the sexist pig has the control for the moment, but only for the moment. The fans cheer on as the hold continues to be applied. Bob in desperation throws back an elbow. It connects but doesn’t break the hold. He throws a second, a third and a forth and it is finally this last one that causes the break. Jerry walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. Cal: Jerry taking this to the top rope. He is going to do whatever it takes. Christi: Neither man wants to be the loser of this Cal, they will give this everything they have. Bob stands up and turns. He spots Jerry just as Jerry leaps off the turnbuckle. Jerry connects to bob’s head with a missile drop kick. Jerry goes straight for the pin. Christi: Well he nailed him good with that Missile drop kick. Now let’s see what Bob is made of. One... Two... Three Kick out! Cal: I think he got him! No kick out. Wow so close but he kicked out just before the hand went down fully. Jerry looks frustrated as he kicks the ropes. He turns and is rolled up in a small package. Cal: Bob with a small package from nowhere. One... Two... Kick out! Christi: Wow another close count. Jerry nails Bob with a big right hand, but Bob responds with a right of his own. They trade blows back and forth for a moment. Jerry gets the better of it and backs Bob into the ropes. He walks back and runs at Bob, who ducks which sends Jerry crashing over the top rope. Jerry collides with the floor hard after missing his intended target. Christi: Oh dear, I really hope that the floor can recover from this. Cal: Not funny Christi. Christi: Who’s laughing, I am sure the floor has never had something as unpleasant as Jerry colliding with it. Bob climbs out of the Ring and drags Jerry to his feet. He whips him hard into the ring post. The fans gasp as they hear the thud of Jerry’s body as it connects with the ring post. Jerry falls down in a big heap. Bob walks over and after dragging Jerry to his feet, rolls him back into the ring. Bob hooks the leg, looking for the three count. Cal: What a match and what a performance from Jerry, but it has to be all over. One... Two... Kick out! Christi: He kicked out, how in the world did he kick out? Now Bob is looking frustrated as he is not able to put Jerry away. He delivers a snap suplex and climbs onto the second rope. He leaps off looking for a moonsault. He is not so lucky though as Jerry is able to evade the move. Jerry quickly rolls up Bob and the ref drops for the count. Cal: Roll up by Jerry, he is going to steal the win right here. One... Two... Bob reverses the roll up! One... Two... Three! Christi: Bob did it, Bob did it! He reversed the roll up in mid pin and he has just beaten Jerry. Cal: Now who would have guessed it? Bob has beaten Jerry in that ring, fair and square. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Bob Macatire! Jerry says something that is clearly very unpleasant to Bob as he angrily gets out of the ring and storms to the back. Bob raises his arms in victory, the smile clearly visible on his face. He also exits after a while, still smiling. Cal: So Jerry is going to Aggression and bob is staying on Edge. Christi: Enjoy dealing with Jerry Cal. Cal: Christi we don’t know which one of us will be staying on Aggression. Christi: Well I am the better commentator so of course I should move to Edge. Cal: Says you and who else? That’s right, nobody. Christi: We shall see Cal, we shall see. Cal: That we will, but now it is time to move on. We have a huge tag-match up next. Who will Simon Kayne pick as his partner as he takes on the challengers the unholy two? Christi: Let’s jump in and find out. Tim? ( Unholy Two vs. XIP - SWA Tag Team Championships ) Tim Marshal: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWA Tag Team Championships! Mexican Rap hits the PA system, El and Roach appearing on the stage. El is calm and collected as he looks around at the large crowd, it's obvious that he means business. Roach on the other hand has a big grin on his face as he enjoys enticing and riling up the fans. Tim Marshal: Introducing the challengers, at a combined weight of 538 pounds, El Diablo and Roach, the Unholy Two! Christi: Well here are your challengers, folks. Cal: Yep. A team that’s been rising straight back to the top since their return. This is it. This could be their moment. Christi: Which is why it’s fitting that we are your announcers for this match. Cal: Quite right. If we’re not gonna be a team anymore, we’re gonna go out with a bang. Christi: Well, we do have a match to do after this one too. Cal: Yes, and both are title matches. No better way than that. The two of them head down to the ring, climbing in over the top rope. Roach continues to scream at the booing fans, encouraging them as El turns towards the entrance ramp, a smirk across his face. Christi: True enough, Cal. Listen to these fans. They boo, but ya know they’re getting to like these guys. Cal: Our fans respect talent. Nothing wrong with that. Christi: And speaking of talent, who do you think Simon’s partner is? Cal: I’d wager we’re about to find out. Simon Kayne and Izzy Omega emerge from the back. Simon has both tag titles snapped together around his neck and the Skyfall title around his waist. Simon walks down to the ringside area as Izzy rolls along in his wheel chair. Simon climbs into the ring as Izzy grabs his crutches and hops up the steps and slowly into the ring. Cal: Woe. You don’t think it’s Izzy… Christi: Of course it’s not Izzy, Cal. But he understandably wants to be down here for Simon, and whoever it is. Tim Marshall: Ladies and Gentleman introducing SWA Tag Team and SWA Skyfall champion Simon Kayne and Izzy Omega, they are the X.I.P.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Simon Kayne walks over to Tim and asks for the mic. Simon gets on the mic as the music fades. Simon: You know ever since I lost my tag team partner everyone has asked the question. Simon who is it going to be? Who are you choosing to be your partner? I thought long and hard about this. If these titles don't come home with us I want the blame on no one but me. So I chose a man that I trained personally. I chose a man that I know is ready to step into this ring with me and fight for these titles. He is the man that came into the SWA and went toe to toe with Derek Lavelle, he is the former Ring of Fire Champion, Ladies and Gentleman I give to you "Public Enemy #1" ARIIIIIIK TAYYYYLOOORRRR!!!!!!!!!!!! "Riot" by Three Days Grace hits the P.A. and Arik Taylor bursts through the curtain. He slowly makes his way down to the ring smiling along the way. He slides into the ring and shakes Simon and Izzy's hands. Simon hands Tim back the mic. Izzy gives him a friendly nod, and steps out of the ring, taking his place back in his wheelchair. Simon seems overjoyed, and the Unholy Two look on as he steps back out of the ring as well, taking up a spot on the apron. Christi: So Arik Taylor, huh? Cal: Yep. Can’t say he’s a bad choice. The guy can wrestle. Christi: Yeah, but the guy also has a bit of an attitude. Cal: So does Simon. Christi: True. Cal: At any rate, looks like Simon’s letting Arik start this match. Christi: Either because he wants to see how he does right away, or because he wants to save himself. An interesting question, that one. El and Roach confer briefly, and then Roach steps out of the ring, leaving El to start the match. Both men in the ring take their corners, and look across at one another. Cal: Here we go. Let’s see if Arik has any ring rust to work off. Christi: If he does, this isn’t the match he should be in. The bell rings, and Arik pushes himself against the ropes, springing off them and hurling himself toward El. El sidesteps, but Taylor leaps up onto the second rope, and before Roach can push him off from the outside, Taylor hops off, connecting with a quick missile dropkick. El goes down, the briefest look of surprise on his face. Cal: My God! Did you see that? Christi: I did see it. I guess that answers your question about ring rust, doesn’t it? Cal: It does indeed. What a move. Taylor waits for El to get to his feet, then rushes him again. El reaches down to catch him, but again misses. However, as Taylor is trying to dodge behind El, El slams a back elbow directly into his face, halting his momentum instantly and toppling him backward. Christi: And there’s the quick and often aggressive reflexes of El. Cal: They definitely have a “You’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do” mindset in there. That’s what saved him right there though, so it’s difficult to complain. More quickly than El expected, however, Taylor rolls and leaps to his feet. El moves towards him, trying to lock up, but Taylor suddenly knocks his arms away, leaps up, and catches El with a hurricanranna. El is again ptu down. Christi: And Taylor’s coming right back. Cal: Looks like Simon definitely made the right choice here. These guys have a real chance. El once again gets to his feet, though a bit more slowly. He tries to shake the cobwebs, and Taylor tries to keep that from happening. He rushes him from behind, but somehow El still manages to dodge. El hurries to his corner, extends his hand, and gets a quick tag to Roach. He steps out of the ring, relieved to be taking his position on the apron. Roach practically leaps in, rushing Taylor before he has time to assess the new situation, and spearing him to the mat. Cal: The tag is made, and Roach comes in with a spear. Christi: Not a bad start. Taylor’s momentum has got to be halted, and that’s a pretty good way to do just that. Roach begins stomping at Taylor, even going so far as to kick him back to the ground when he tries to get up. Cal: It seems Roach has absolutely no intention of allowing Taylor to regain his feet. Christi: Like I said, this is just what he’s gotta do. He’s playing it smart right now. Roach scoops Taylor up, and whips him toward the ropes, hitting him with a spinebuster as he comes back, putting him right back down. Cal: Roach is in total control right now. Christi: Yeah. As well as Taylor was doing, I have to think now that it might’ve been a burst of energy. Now it’s looking like he may not be able to keep up with these two. Cal: And of course Roach is the freshest man in the match. Christi: That’s a factor as well. This time, Taylor manages to roll away from Roach’s attempted stomps. He leaps to his feet, and lunges to his corner, sending out a blind tag, and catching Simon’s hand, as he was already waiting for the tag. Cal: And now the XIP have made the tag. Christi: They really needed that. Simon jumps in the ring as Taylor steps out, and catches an oncoming Roach with a flying clothesline, knocking him down immediately. Cal: And Simon comes in with a clothesline. Great work right out of the gate. Christi: His partner was in trouble. He’s just reacting accordingly. Cal: It’s a good demonstration of teamwork by both sides. Simon also attempts to gain the advantage by stomping on Roach while he is on the ground, but Roach expects this, and manages to trip Simon. Simon lands on his knees, but it is enough to give Roach time to get back to his feet. Simon is up as well, and before long, the two men are locking up. Cal: And there’s the tie-up. Christi: Things might be just about to get a bit more technical here. The men struggle for some time before Simon is finally able to gain the advantage, catching Roach with a simple scoop slam. Then, Simon drops down and puts him in an armbar. Cal: Oh wow. There’s our first submission of the match right there. Christi: Yeah. It’s a basic one, but it’s a start. Roach actually manages to escape the hold, and get back to his feet even before Simon. The men lock up again, but Roach breaks it up after only a moment, and begins slugging it out with Simon. Simon fights back with everything he’s got. However, a sudden and powerful blow from Roach stuns Simon long enough for Roach to do what he was really intending to do. He runs to Simon’s corner, smashing Taylor with a clubbing forearm to the head. Taylor falls off the apron, dazed by the blow. Then, he signals to El. Cal: Oh no! Taylor’s been taken out, and El’s coming in! Christi: Well, we all know what this means. El hurries in, and even as the referee begins the customary five count, they perform their double team finisher on a stunned Simon. Christi: Yep. There’s the Grave Digger. Cal: That’s like two moves in one! No way is Simon getting up from that. El smiles, kicks Simon once for good measure, and steps back out of the ring. Roach nods once, then pins Simon. 1… 2… 3! The bell rings just as Taylor is getting up from the floor. Mexican Rap hits the PA, and El gets back in the ring to receive his half of the prize. Tim Marshal: Here are your winners, and the new Skyfall Tag Team Champions, the Unholy Two! Christi: There it is. The Unholy Two have done it. The titles are theirs. Cal: A bit of bad luck there for Simon Kayne. Hopefully he doesn’t assume Taylor cost him the match. This was just the Unholy Two’s night. The Unholy Two continue to celebrate even as Simon gets up and steps out of the ring to meet Arik and Izzy who wait on the outside. They seem to be offering him comforting words as they all head to the back. The Unholy Two hold their belts high, and then leave the ring as well. Christi: I agree. They were really in a zone. Even when Arik got the best of El, they tagged at the right time, and came right back. Cal: It was a match worth remembering, and that leaves only one match left. Christi: And what a match. It’s such a shame Jerry’s not gonna get to see it… Wait, no it’s not. It’s time for the Bowry match. Cal: And for those who don’t know, we’re talking about a steel cage, Xtreme title on the line, and weapons. That about covers it, right Christi? Christi: It covers enough. Anything else will be seen in just a few minutes. Tim? As they were speaking, the cage lowered around the ring, and several officials hurried in via the door to put the weapons in their appropriate corners. ( Brandon Cole vs. Brian Sasso –Bowery Cage Match – SWA Xtreme championship ) Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Bowery Cage match. The only way to win is to escape from the cage either by the door or over the cage wall and it is for the SWA Xtreme Championship! Mist rises up from the floor as Raise Up by Saliva begins to play. As the song picks up, the arena lights flash brightly and B Cool steps through the mist with a smile on his face. Tim Marshal: Introducing the challenger…from Columbus, Ohio…weighing 242 lbs…he is the Vice President of Skyfall Wrestling Alliance…Brandon “B. Cool” Cole! He walks proudly toward the ring, waving and smiling at fans as he goes. He climbs the steps and enters the cage, turns once again to the crowd, and raises his arms in the air to their cheers. Then he moves to his corner. Christi: Might as well clarify this match some more, Cal. We’ve got time. Cal: Well, Commissioner Izzy Omega made this match the Bowery Match. For those who don’t know, in each corner are garbage cans filled with weapons. Christi: Well, that loser Jerry would have a blast with this one…cause we all know blood will be shed. The Way I Am starts playing over the PA, and Sasso emerges onto the entrance ramp. He makes his way down the ramp at an average pace, not deliberately, but not in any hurry either with a smirk on his face appearing to be in his own world. Tim Marshal: And his opponent…from La Jolla, California...weighing305 lbs…he is the SWA Xtreme Champion…Brian Sasso! He stops and can be seen muttering something inaudible to himself under his breath before he climbs into the cage. He looks at Brandon, who seems very focused on Sasso. Cal: The Xtreme champ is in for a big night Christi. Christi: It all started at the last pay per view. It moved into ITSC and now we have this. What a month. We waited and now we are here. The ref holds up the title and exits the ring. He locks the cage and the bell rings. Sasso comes charging at Brandon and hits him with a left shot. Brandon returns it with a left of his own. Sasso returns that and Brandon gives back. Brandon continues and pulls Sasso to the corner. He slams his head into the garbage can again and again. He finally takes a few steps back and runs forward, driving Sasso’s head hard into the can, denting it some. Sasso falls back, holding his head. Brandon starts going through the can quickly. Cal: Cole not wasting time. Christi: Well, Sasso is the champ. Wear him down quick. From the can, Cole pulls out a kendo stick. He looks down at Sasso and smirks. Sasso starts standing up, but is belted in the head with the stick. With a snap, it comes back and Cole cracks him in the ribs. Sasso cries out and Brandon slams him again. Brandon throws the stick down and grabs the can off the hook in the corner. He dumps it out and holds the can. A variety of weapons fall out at his feet and he stands over Sasso. He brings the can up, but Sasso lifts his foot and kicks Cole in the crotch. Cole drops the can and then to his knees. Sasso starts getting up and grabs the can. He lifts and slams Cole in the head with it. Cole falls to the side and rests on the ropes. Sasso tosses the can down and heads to the next corner. He goes through it and pulls out a plastic toy stop sign. He looks at it and shrugs. Cal: Something from the Kyla collection? Christi: Who knows…her and Roxy are two offbeat people. Maybe they set the weapons. Sasso walks over and meets Cole as he is standing. He slams the plastic sign into his back and drops him to one knee. The sign breaks in half and Sasso begins choking Brandon with the pole of it. After about seven seconds, he lets go and throws the pole down. He grinds Brandon’s face into the steel as Brandon, now, cries out. He lets go and lets Brandon’s head rest against the cage. Sasso runs across the ring and comes back, slamming his body weight against Brandon’s head, pushing it against the cage. Brandon slumps back and holds his head now. Sasso walks back and dumps the next can. He looks down and picks up…. Cal: A rubber duck? Christi: We’ve seen rubber chickens…why not. Sasso shakes his head and whips the duck at Brandon. It bounces off his head and squeaks a little. He then leans down and grabs a replica title belt. He walks over and whips the plastic toy belt across Cole’s back. Brandon, out of nowhere, uppercuts Sasso, sending him back. Cole stands up holding a toy sword. He begins bashing Sasso in the head with the handle. He picks Brian up and punches him while gripping the handle. Cal: That must have been the toy box can. Christi: I would hate to see what is in the next one. Brandon walks over to the next can and dumps it out. Many things fall out. One of them being a black bag. Brandon picks it up and smirks as he feels the outside. He opens the bag and dumps out the contents. Many golden thumbtacks fall all over the canvas. The fans roar as he does this. As the last few fall out, he walks over and begins choking Brian with the bag. As he finishes, he kicks him in the side. He walks back over and grabs a dog collar. Brandon picks him up and whips him into the cage. He yanks him back and slams him, face first, again. The fans roar as Brandon lets him go. Sasso is now dripping with blood. Brandon walks to the final can and brings it down. He rummages through it and pulls out a 2x4. He walks back and looks down at Sasso. Cal: You know, Brandon could walk out the champ right now, but he wants Sasso to pay. Christi: Well, after the last match, he wants him to know what he woke up. He taunts Sasso with the weapon and kicks him. Sasso falls over easily and Brandon smirks. He throws the board to the side and walks towards the cage door. The fans all stand as the ref starts undoing the chain. Sasso gets to his feet and grabs a lightube from the mat. He lunges at Cole’s back and shatters it across it. Cole lets out a yell and drops to his knees. The smirk being gone, he holds his now bleeding back. Sasso, breathing heavy, places the metal piece of the tube in his hand and grabs Brandon by the head. He begins bashing it against his head, blood now coming from the head of Cole. He throws him into the broken glass and smiles as the fans boo. He plays to the fans as they do, a crimson mask all over his face. Sasso goes to the can and pulls out some barb wire. He looks down at the board and wraps the barb wire around it. Cal: Sasso has a barb wire bat and this doesn’t look good for the VP. Christi: Indeed. Brandon may be on the receiving end of a bad shot. Sasso walks over and slams the bat into Cole’s back. Flesh tears from his back as he does. He drops down and drags it across Cole’s forehead, making him bleed more. Sasso lets him go and falls back. He shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs. He picks Cole up to his feet and walks him over to the thumbtacks. The fans start raising up again as they see Sasso pick Cole up and body slam him onto the thumbtacks. Brandon cries out and lays in place, the pain shooting through him. The fans cheer, even though they like Brandon, the move gets them going. Sasso starts climbing the cage and gets to the top. He stops and looks down. With a grin, he looks out at the crowd. Cal: What the…is he gonna climb out?! Christi: I think that arrogance is setting in. He can win it, but instead, he is gonna punish Cole! Sasso looks down and measures. He leaps off for a leg drop, kicking his leg out, and, as he comes closer, Cole moves out of the way. Sasso lands into the tacks and he falls back, driving more in him. The fans roar even more as they see Sasso laying in blood. Cole, meanwhile, is catching his breath, tacks sticking out of his back. Brandon turns his body and starts crawling for the door slowly. The ref opens the door and Brandon is halfway there. He crawls with all he has as he is now near the door. Cal: We could have a new champ here! Christi: Just a little more! Wait, Sasso is on his heels?! As Christi said, Sasso was in arms length of Brandon and grabs his boot. Brandon tries fighting him off, but the champion gets an idea. He jumps onto Brandon when he has his hold. The ref closes the door as Brandon watches. Brandon rolls over and begins punching Sasso as Sasso punches back. The fans hop to their feet and roar as the two men battle it out. He finally pushes Sasso off of him and stands up. Sasso gets up and is met with a boot to the gut. Brandon hooks him for a Cool Cutter, but Sasso reverses. He pushes Brandon into the corner. He leans down and pulls out a paint bucket. He looks at it and takes a swing at Brandon’s head. Brandon ducks and punches Sasso in the kidney. Sasso leans to his side and drops the can. Brandon picks it up quickly and pops it open. He throws the contents at Sasso and Sasso stands covered in green paint. Brandon reacts and hits Sasso in the head with the empty bucket. Sasso stumbles back and holds his head. Cal: He went from red to green in a matter of seconds. Christi: I think Brandon is feeling the win! Sasso removes the pain from his face and turns. He is kicked in the gut and B. Cool tries another Cool Cutter. Sasso punches him in the side and breaks the hold. Sasso stands up and rubs paint in Brandon’s face. He then hooks an exploding suplex onto the tacks. Brandon cringes again. Sasso slowly stands and looks around. Disoriented, he begins climbing the cage. His feet slipping due to the paint. Brandon sees this and starts climbing towards the cage door. Cal: It’s a race for time here! Christi: Come on Brandon! A little more! Cal: Ahem. Unbiased? Christi: Oh come on. Sasso’s a jerk too. Sasso reaches the other side of the cage as Brandon reaches the door. He is almost out, but Sasso, after trying for his first step, slips off the cage due to the paint on his boot and hits the floor hard. The ref signals for the bell as Brandon makes his way out also. The fans sit quietly awaiting the official word. Cal: My god! That was very close… Christi: Who won? I think Brandon made it! Cal: No, I think Brian edged it out! Christi: It’s so close…and the ref is keeping us all in suspense! The ref finishes what he says as Tim Marshal nods. He puts the mic to his lips. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen….here is your winner… The crowd is silent. Tim Marshal: and….STILL the SWA Xtreme Champion… The fans boo VERY heavily as the ref raises Sasso’s hand and hands him the title. Tim Marshal: BRIAN SASSO!!! Cal: Brandon was so close! But, Brian was a little quicker. Christi: No, he got very lucky. Had he not just fallen, Brandon would be the new champion. Cal: Well, I don’t think this is over. Not by a long shot. What a huge night folks. Bob is the new head announcer on Edge. We have new tag team champions….and Brian Sasso defeated B. Cool in the Bowery. Christi: What will all this lead up to? Find out by watching SWA Television. Cal: For all of us here, this is Cal Norton and Christi McFarland saying so long! We see Sasso getting looked over by EMT’s as they do the same to Brandon. Sasso still has a smirk and he grips his title. The scene fades into the SWA Invasion logo. |
