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As the beginning notes of The Invisible Hook by House of Heroes
plays, Steve Evans is shown running down to the ring to spoil Russell
Brown's little victory party only to suffer a beat down at the hands of
both Brown brothers. You want a genocide? Kaiser and Mark Ventor are shown, staring each other down. Kaiser with a determined look and Ventor with a disgusted look almost as if he feels Kaiser has no right to be here. Clips are shown in the background beside them of Kaiser winning due to Thundervolt attacking Aquiro with a tombstone. Then showing a scene of almost deja vu as B. Cool is attacked by Behemoth during the triple threat and once again Kaiser's hand is raised in victory. You want a genocide? The clips fade to Stevie Corah, Alexander Fritz, Ironbite and McGoldrick who all glare at each other angrily. The camera begins to spin around them until it becomes so fast that it's all just a blur. That blur turns into the Invasion logo which stays on the screen for a few moments before fading to the arena cam at the Hiroshima Sun Plaza. Fans begin to scream, holding their signs high. The camera pans around a bit before cutting to the ringside camera where Bob and Jerry reside. Bob: Welcome folks to Hiroshima, Japan! This is our last stop on our SWA global tour! Jerry: Can't say I'm happy to see this place go..we're down the street from a place that sells raw fish. Bob: Well there will be no raw fish here tonight unless someone brings in some! The SWA is ready to rock the house! Jerry: Did you just say rock the house? My God Bob.. Bob: What? Jerry: That was so 1990 of you. We're here in 2006 now and we should start this show..Take it away Tim Marshal! I'd rather see Rachel than listen to Bob try to talk 90's ghetto talk. Tim Marshal: This match is for one fall, and the woman’s championship. Making her way to the ring, the challenger, Kate Riley! 'Love's So Heavy' starts to play in the arena. Strobe lights start pulsing to the to the beat. When Henry Rollins shouts "Hey" the lights flash and Kate Riley walks out to the ramp. She stops at the top, dancing for a moment to the music before making her way to the ring. Tim Marshal: Her opponent, the current woman’s champ, Rachael! My Goodies by Siara hits the PA, and Rachel pops up from the floor, head down. She waits for the music to pick up as she slowly stands and the crowd cheers. Once the music picks up, she raises her head, and begins bobbing to the music. After a few beats, she begins walking down the ramp, swinging her hips and stepping to the beat. She reaches the ring, and climbs in one leg at a time, posing sexily on the top rope for a second. Finally she drops down, blows a few kisses to the crowd, and stands in her corner. The bell rings and Rachael starts off strong. She rushes Kate who dodges to the side, grabbing Rachael’s arm. Rachael swings around and punches Kate in the face. Kate lets go of the arm and knees Rachael. As Rachael is doubled over, Kate lifts her up and pile drives her in the ring, going for the early cover. One Two Kick Out by Rachael. Jerry: I love this match. Bob: You do too? It’s a good match. Jerry: Screw the wrestling, Rachael’s in it. Rachel stands and pushes Kate into a corner. She hammers her fist into Kate’s stomach a few times before backing up. Kate rushes forward and Rachel spears her back first into the turnbuckles. Jerry: Ouch. Bob: Yeah. Ouch. With her might, Kate pushes herself forward and into Rachael. Rachael falls back, and spins, kicking Kate’s legs out from under her. Jerry: Ooo Baby, two girls on the ground together. Bob: Jerry, shut up. They both stand and lock up. Rachael lifts her up and belly-to-belly suplexes Kate, and picks her up again. She hits Twisted. Jerry: I love you Rachael. I love you. One! Two! Three! Tim marshal: Here is your winner, and still woman’s champion, Rachael! As her music starts, Rachael gets her belt again, and skips off into the back. Kate follows her, somewhat disgruntled. Jerry: Wow! Rachel really made short work of Kate Riley. Bob: Yes she did but somehow I feel that's not the last we've seen of Kate and I'm sure she'll say she's far from done with our Women's Champion. Jerry: Meh! She had her shot..it's time for someone different to step up to the plate for Rachel's title. Don't get me wrong she'll probably beat them too but it's nice to see different women ya know? Bob: No..I don't... Jerry: Oh that's right you don't like women..you like manly women..Like AP or Beau Dodge! And speaking of Beau Dodge did you know he teams up with his brother Grave against the Beast Brothers? Bob: Jerry I do not like Beau Dodge unlike your obsessions with Ventor and the Brawler. Jerry: We're just friends damnit! Just friends! Bob: Suuure..Jerry don't come with the insults unless you can back them up. Up next ladies and gentlemen, we have the debut of two absolute giants, who, as a team, are destined to make a massive impact here in the SWA. Jerry: Yeah, what’s the weather like up there guys? ( Beast Brothers vs. Beauty and The Beast ) Unleashed by Saliva hits the speakers as the spotlights on the stage alternate between purple, silver, blue and gold. Dark Angel comes out with Rev, the white tiger, and they stop at the entrance, surveying the crowd. After a few seconds, Deacon and Goliath follow, and they make their way to the ring. Tim Marshal: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 1040 lbs, Deacon and Goliath, The Beast Brothers!!! Once to the ring, Dark Angel and Rev walk over to ringside while Deacon and Goliath get on the apron and step over the top rope. Deacon goes to the center of the ropes on one side, while Goliath does the same on the opposite ropes. They both shake the ropes like caged animals. Bob: Look at the size of those giants!!! Jerry: Yeah jeez, you’d need a stepladder to cut their hair (laughs) Bob: Grave and Dodge are in for a rough ride!! The lights dim as (blank) plays over the P.A system. The fans are cheering and yelling because they know who’s coming. Their intro movie continues as the fans are captivated with their fulfilling careers. Suddenly all four turnbuckles bursts into flames, creating four pillars of scorching hellfire. The crowd looks on in amazement and fear, as the walkway begins to slowly flare up on both sides, leading all the way up to the entranceway. Suddenly the flames explode, creating two walls of impenetrable fire as the fans notice the two side additions to the arena stage begin to open up as Beau and Grave are seen being raised from under the arena stage. Tim Marshal: And their opponents, Grave and Beau Dodge!! They keep their pose for a second or two before breaking it and walking to the main run of the stage behind the wall of fire. Just then the wall of fire lowers as three sets of gold fireworks on each side of the stage descends down to the stage floor as Beau and Grave make their way to the ring. As Grave and Beau walk down the ramp fire lines the walk way lighting the way to the ring for Beau and Grave. they stop and look at the ring before entering as Beau hops up onto the ring apron and looks to the fans with a smirk as grave enters through the ropes they both conjugate in the center of the ring, Beau does his taunt as does Grave whilst towers of fire burst from the turnbuckles as four sets of gold fire works rain from the rafters above the ring simultaneously syncing with the fire. As Beau and Grave prepare to face their opponents. Bob: Here we go folks; Invasion is invaded by two colossuses… Jerry…and two dwarves in comparison!! Deacon and Grave stand at their respective corners, the immense size of Deacon causing fans to look in wonder. Grave runs at Deacon but his face is flattened as it smashes into the bottom of Deacon’s boot. Grave falls to the ground and clutches his face. Bob: A big boot by Deacon, Grave is flat out after that move Jerry: Too right, all Grave’s face needs now is a welcome message and it’s a doormat!! Deacon lifts Grave up by his head and irish whips him into his corner. Deacon runs towards him and performs a standing body splash, crushing Grave into the turnbuckle. Deacon then lands several mudhole stomps into Grave, lowering him down the turnbuckle. Bob: Beast Brothers in control, it doesn’t look like Grave will be standing up to these guys before too long Jerry: Stomp Stomp Stomp!!! Man we can feel it from here!! Deacon grabs Grave’s arm and lifts him up. Grave is lifted high above Deacon’s head and is thrown straight into Beau Dodge. Both wrestlers collapse to the outside of the ring. The referee starts the ten count 1.. 2… Bob: Unreal!! Grave was thrown straight into Dodge!! Now both wrestlers are out of it, and out of the ring!! Jerry: Yeah Dodge that Beau!! 3… 4… Grave makes his way back into the ring and stands, only to be instantly knocked down again by a huge clothesline from Deacon. Dodge reaches his hand out for the tag desperately as Grave lies almost motionless in the middle of the ring. Deacon rests one foot on Grave’s chest for the pin. 1… 2… The ref stops the count as Dodge pulls Grave’s leg from underneath Deacon’s foot. Deacon becomes very angry with Dodge, but he manages to make it out of the ring. Bob: That no good Dodge, The Beast Brothers had this match won!! Jerry: Heh, smart move Dodge!! You’ve angered the beast!! Grave lifts his hand up for the tag, but is dragged away from the corner by Deacon, who then sends a loud chop to the chest of Dodge, sending him rolling off the apron. Deacon makes the tag and sets Grave up for the Call of the Wild. Deacon holds Grave in powerbomb position as Goliath climbs the turnbuckle. Goliath jumps off of the turnbuckle, catching Grave in a clothesline on the way down. Bob: Good God!! They nearly took Grave’s head off!! Jerry: Ha!! Grave will have one hell of a sore throat in the morning!! Grave lies motionless once again as Deacon makes his way to the apron. Goliath lifts his arms as the crowd cheer loudly. Dodge runs in and tries to bring the mighty Goliath down. Goliath merely looks at him and smiles. A loud slap is heard as Dodge falls down, on top of Grave. He slowly gets up again and bounces off the ropes. He runs towards Goliath but is thrown straight over his head and to the outside of the ring, straight through an announce table. Bob: Good God!! Goliath was thrown straight through the announce table!! Carnage!! Jerry: (is laughing loudly) Hey Dodge what’s UP? Goliath looks at Grave and watches his weak form stand up. Deacon walks over to Dodge and lifts him from the carnage, he holds his head back and shouts at him, before rolling him back into the ring. As Grave stands, Goliath grabs him and sets Grave up on the top turnbuckle in a straddled position. He then climbs the ropes behind Grave, grabbing his head and then bulldogs him, with a loud bang straight into the canvas. Bob: The Wolf Hunt!! An amazing finisher that has left Grave for dead!! Jerry: Horrible!! The ring is going to have Grave’s face printed into it!! Deacon hits Dodge with a few left punches and then sets him up in a powerbomb position. Bob: No, not Dodge as well!! Jerry: Ha!! You’re going to look damn ugly after this pretty boy!! Goliath climbs the turnbuckle and jumps, catching Dodge in a clothesline on the way down, straight on top of Grave, their two bodies smashing straight on top of each other. Bob: A heap of bodies lie in the center of the ring!! The Beast Brothers have completely dismantled their opponents!! Jerry: Check it out!! Dodge is lying in his Grave!! Well on top of, you know what I mean!! Oh my God… At that, both Goliath and Deacon climb diagonally opposite turnbuckles. They raise their arms in glory, their huge, 7 foot 2 bodies standing high on the turnbuckles. They jump off and perform Goliath’s falling star, flipping through the air like two jet planes crashing horrifically. As they land on top of Grave and Dodge, the center of the ring loudly caves in, causing the whole ring to collapse with the immense of weight of the Beast Brothers. Bob: HOLY CRAP!! THE ENTIRE RING HAS COLLAPSED!! WHAT IMMENSE FORCE!! Jerry: (is rolling around on the floor laughing hysterically) Goliath and Deacon emerge from the crater and hold their arms up. Goliath drops down into the crater and rests both feet on the chests of Grave and Dodge. The astonished referee notices the pin and starts counting. 1.. 2… 3!! The bell rings as the Beast Brothers shake each other’s hands in success. Tim Marshal: Here are your winners, THEEE BEEEEAST BROTHERRRRSS!! Bob: What a memorable match, probably one of THE most memorable we’ve ever seen. The Beast Brothers are here, and they are here to prove they are the biggest tag team ever to grace the SWA Ring Jerry: Yep, Steakhouses get ready, because these two are going to make you millions tonight!! Bob: Next up we have the match between Thundervolt and Cedro Martinez for the SWA Cruiserweight Championship!! Jerry: Don’t go away!! Several repairmen are working on fixing the ring back to its usual state, and do it faster than expected. (Commercial break) Announcer: The SWA returns home as we invade the Exel Energy Center in St. Paul Minnesota on September the 8th! Celebrate the one year anniversary of the SWA. Festivities begin on the 8th and end with a special presentation of Edge on the 22nd! Don't have SWA TV? Call your cable or satellite provider and demand WHY! (/ Commercial Break) Bob: Well, uh, we're back, and thankfully, the ring is back in tip top condition. Jerry: Yep. I'll tell ya, those ring elves are... Bob: Uh, ring elves? We don't have elves, Jerry. Jerry: But then who were those little guys... Bob: There were no... Jerry: Maybe they were leprechauns. Bob: Uh, no. Wrong company, Jerry. Let's just turn it over to Tim. We've got a match to start. ( Cedro Martinez vs. Thundervolt ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! As the music hits, Thundervolt makes his way to the ring through the crowd. The arena lights focus on him, surrounding him like fire. He jumps the barricade and slides into the ring. Tim Marshal: Making his way to the ring, from Halifax Nova Scotia, Canda, weighing in at 210 pounds, Thundervolt! Bob: Quite honestly, I don't know where this guy's head is. Jerry: It's on top of his shoulders, genius. Bob: No no, that's not what I meant. He seems confused. There's no telling if Aldranix is still his partner or not, and most of the time he's weirded out. Jerry: Not only that, but he's suddenly started attacking anybody he can get his hands on. Bob: Yeah, but I think he's learned his lesson there. Aquiro made him pay for that one. As "Oye Mi Canto" plays, Cedro comes out with much energy, celebrating with the fans. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 182 pounds, Cedro Martinez! Jerry: Now here's a real winner. And that, Bob, was real sarcasm. We haven't heard a thing from Cedro in ages. Bob: Too true. There's no way to tell if he's prepared for this match or not. We never saw him train, and he never said a word on SWA TV. Jerry: I'll bet Thundervolt is going to show him how much of a mistake that was. He speeds into the ring as he gets up on one of the nearest turnbuckles. He takes off his jersey and throws it into the crowd. The crowd goes in a frenzy, as he drops off. Cedro adjust his gloves on his hands as he then bounces around the ring, staring at Thundervolt all the while. Bob: Well you can't argue that Cedro does look ready. Jerry: It's an act. A front! He's goin down. The bell rings just as Cedro is bouncing off the ropes. He flies at Thundervolt, but Thundervolt steps aside and clubs him in the back with his arm while Cedro is still in midair. Cedro flies to the other side of the ring, and both his legs slam into the turnbuckle with a clang. Unable to get his balance on almost nothing, he tumbles out of the ring and lands head first on the floor. Bob: Oh my god! What a horrible start for Cedro Martinez. Jerry: Ugh. You can say that again. It's just like I said. He's going down. Literally. Thundervolt reaches under the ropes and grabs Cedro's feet, which are laying on the apron. Very roughly and aggressively, he hauls Cedro back into the ring where Cedro lays flat on his face. Then, Thundervolt begins to climb the turnbuckle. Jerry: What? He's going for a high risk move already? Bob: I think he's testing just how much that fall hurt Cedro. Jerry: Yeah. There's already a little blood there. Indeed, there is a small crimson stain forming near Cedro's head. Thundervolt reaches the top rope, and leaps off, landing a double elbow drop to Cedro's lower back. Bob: Ouch! Right on the lower back! That can't be good. Jerry: Whew! First his legs, then his head, now his back? What's next? Thundervolt rolls Cedro over and, without hesitation, sits on his stomach. Bob: Oh no. He's gonna do this? After what he's already done? Jerry: Judging by the fact that he's got ahold of Cedro's legs, I'd say yes. Thundervolt grabs both Cedro's legs and pulls back, wrenching both his hurt legs and his hurt spine. Bob: He calls this the Rivershack, and as hurt as Cedro is, I sincerely doubt he'll be escaping this one. Indeed, it is not very long at all before Cedro taps out, screaming in agony as his muscles are wrenched violently. Thundervolt lets go and his music begins to play. He stands, and the ref raises his hand. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Thundervolt! Bob: Wow. What a decisive victory. Jerry: Didn't I tell ya Cedro was going down? Bob: Well, at least he's leaving under his own power. Still, he's staggering quite a bit. Thundervolt gets his hand raised, and wastes no time walking to the back. Cedro hobbles a bit, but he makes it eventually as well. Bob: Well after that total annihilation, we're waiting for our next match. Seth Wilson is just about to take on Joey Flash. Jerry: Oh yeah. Joey Flash is that guy who used to be Cruiserweight champion. Really cheap guy. Barely stayed in the ring during the battle royal. I loved it! Bob: You would, and we're just about to find out if he's still going to wrestle that way. ( Joey Flash vs. Seth Willson ) Tim Marshal: The following match is one fall,
and now heading to the ring weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five
pounds, from Flint, Michigan, is Seth Wilson! Bob: Message or no, the night is moving on. Up next ladies and gentlemen is what some are calling a match of the year candidate. And it is a match that scares the crap outta me. Jerry: Really? I'd say the Barbed wire Cage Match isn't half as bad as the Barbed wire and Brimstone match that we'll see later on. Bob: Couldn't agree more. Let's kick it to Tim Marshall for the particulars. ( Steve Evans vs. The Brown Brothers ) Tim Marshall: The following contest is for the Intercontinental Championship. And here are the stipulations. The Brown Bros. must both escape from the cage to win the match while Steve Evans must either escape the cage or, in the event of one of the Brown Bros. managing to escape the cage, pin the remaining Brown a total of three times in a row to win. And now, introducing first, from Jackson Michigan, Michael Brown and the Intercontinental Champion, Russell Brown! Firefly by Breaking Benjamin and the lights turn gold and blue. Russell and Michael Brown come out from the back and raise their arms. A shower of sparks rain down upon them as they make their way to the cage. They enter and then climb up on two of the turnbuckles, posing for the crowd. As the music fades, Michael instructs Russell to enter the empty chamber as he wants to begin the match. Bob: The Browns aren't taking any chances here. Leading with the Blood Beast himself is a good choice to put Evans away fast. Jerry: I still say Evans has something up his sleeve. We don't know what's in the other three chambers and that might even up the score. The arena goes dark, then a strobe light starts going off near the curtain. White smoke starts to fill the arena as "I Walk Alone" - Saliva hits the speakers. The white smoke forms a gate over the ramp and from out of that gate comes all three members of CTU, Steve Evans in the lead. Tim Marshall: And, from St. Louis, MO, being accompanied to the ring but the special guest enforcers, CTU, Steve Evans! Bob: I gotta say that Evans really has his work cut out for him right now. Jerry: You don't have to say it. You know it, I know it, he knows it, everyone watching this brawl knows it. But you have to wonder why Evans just doesn't look too concerned that Michael Brown is starting things off. Bob: Who knows but we do know this. Evans wants Russell Brown so bad he can taste it. Let's see what he can do. Evans climbs into the ring and the cage door is shut and locked. Kaiser and Jeff Stark then begin climbing the cage until they stand on top of it, near the door that'll allow a competitor to get out in case of an escape attempt. The ref looks at Evans and Michael and calls for the bell. Evans and M. Brown lock up center of the ring. Michael Brown manages to use his weight and his strength to push Evans into the ropes. He then whips Evans off the ropes and catches him on the return with a huge ass sidewalk slam. Brown doesn't go for the cover, preferring to pick Evans up and whip him to the ropes again. He hits another sidewalk slam and this time goes for the cover. He gets a two before Evans kicks out. Bob: Wow. The Blood Beast is really taking it to Evans. Jerry: I think this is part of Evans' plan. Evans gets up to his feet but Michael Brown doesn't give him time to catch his breath. Quickly, he plants a foot in the gut of Evans and hits a Brown Bomb, this time getting the one two three. A buzzer sounds and the door on top of the cage opens up. At the same time, Russell is released from his chamber. He rushes Evans who nips up and tackles Russell Brown to the man and starts exchanging lefts and rights. Michael Brown uses this distraction to climb up and out of the cage. Bob: And the Brown Bros. are halfway to winning this match! Jerry: Yes they are and...what the hell? Michael Brown isn't leaving! Michael Brown is still standing on top of the cage, shouting down to Evans. He doesn't see Jeff Stark and Kaiser approach him from behind. The two other members of CTU slam Brown with double ax handles, sending the Blood Beast stumbling to the edge of the cage. Brown doesn't tumble over though, he simple spins around, glaring at Jeff Stark and Kaiser. The two men rush Brown, attempting to tackle him but the big man just double DDTs them both. He cockily walks away from them, not seeing the two men nip up. Jeff Stark spins Brown around and kicks him in the groin. Stark drapes one arm over his back and prepares to suplex Brown. But Michael proves too heavy to lift. So Kaiser gets on the other side and together, the two CTU members double suplex Michael Brown to the floor, the arena reverberating with the impact. Bob: OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT! Jerry: I most certainly did. That was a thing of beauty. Jeff Stark and Kaiser both climb down the cage and drop to either side of Michael Brown. They grab his shoulders and drag him up the ramp and to the back. Meanwhile, in the ring, Russell and Evans are both battling for all their worth. Evans manages to get the upper hand and sends Brown to the corner. He backs up and runs right at Brown, hitting a Stinger Splash in the corner. As Russell Brown comes stumbling out of the corner, he's floored with a clothesline to the back. A timer appears on the tron, counting down from 5. At 1, a buzzer sounds, and one of the chambers is suddenly opened. Inside are all sorts of weapons, all of them wrapped with barbed wire. Bob: Oh dear lord. I shudder to think at what Evans or Brown can do with those. Jerry: I CAN'T WAIT! IT'S TIME FOR BLOOD! Evans grins evilly and walks over to the chamber. He rummages around, throwing various barbed wire implements out of the chamber. He tosses a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire on top of the chamber and pulls out a kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire. He holds it up over his head as the crowd roars in approval. He turns around, only to be met with a home run swing of a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, wielded by Russell Brown. Evans goes down like a felled tree and Brown goes for the pin. 1, 2, 3, he gets it, causing the door on top of the cage to open up. Brown cockily walks over to the ladder leading up and out and begins to climb, taking his time. He's nearly halfway up, and has 20 seconds to go, when he's pulled down by a bleeding Steve Evans. Evans begins to pummel Russell Brown, causing the timer to expire and the cage to shut. Bob: Wow...I think Russell didn't knock him hard enough. Jerry: BLOOD! Evans makes sure Brown stays down by picking him up and planting him with a DDT. He goes over to where a pool of his own blood is and picks up the kendo stick. He walks over to Brown and pulls him to his knees. He taps Brown's shoulders with the kendo stick, almost as if he's knighting Brown, then slams the Kendo stick on Brown's head as hard as he can. The force of the impact breaks the kendo stick, barbed wire and all and Evans discards it. He picks Brown up and takes him over to the ropes. A quick clothesline sends Brown over the ropes, right on the side with barbed wire on it. Evans picks up Brown and stands him on the apron. Evans runs back to the ropes, bounces off, and comes at Brown with a huge splash, sandwiching Brown between Evans and the barbed wire wrapped cage wall. Evans gets up, picks Brown up again, and does it again, lacerating Brown's back good and bloody. Bob: Man, look at Evans go! Jerry: He's still bleeding alot. Let's see if this slows him down a bit. Evans pulls Brown from between the ropes. He flips him upside down and applies the Evans Lock, sinking it in hard. Brown screams out in pain, flailing about before tapping as fast as he can. Evans immediately breaks the lock and retreats to a neutral corner as the ref checks on Brown. As the ref does this, another timer appears on the Tron, counting down from 5. At 1, another buzzer sounds and a second chamber opens up. Inside this one are all sorts of weapons, all of them made of steel. Evans smiles evilly as he goes over to the chamber and rummages around, throwing various weapons out of the chamber. He finally pulls out a steel garbage can and holds it up over his head. He turns around and runs at Brown who is just getting up to his feet. He smashes Brown over the head with the can, denting it slightly. Evans puts the can down, open side up and positions Brown's throat at the edge of the can. He runs to the ropes, bounces off, and hits a drop kick on the back of Brown's head, causing his throat to be crushed by the steel can. He goes for the pin. 1..2..3! Evans scores a second pinfall in a row. Bob: Evans is just 2/3 of the way there. If he can hit one more pinfall, he has done it. Jerry: Let's not forget, all Russell Brown has to do is get one pinfall and get out of that death trap. Evans retreats back as the ref checks on Brown. Brown tells him he's ready to go and gets to his feet. He glares at Evans and charges him, hitting a series of lefts and rights that surprises Evans. It surprise him so much, Brown is able to land a ShockStar. Brown goes to one knee as he gets up and climbs a turnbuckle. He then climbs onto the top of one of the neighboring chambers and stands atop it. He poses for a second and then hits a Rising Star on Evans. He goes for the pin and gets the 1, 2, 3! The cage door opens up but Russell Brown can't capitalize. He simply lays there next to Evans, blood from both of them pooling underneath their broken bodies. Bob: Evans goes back to 0 but Brown can't get up to climb the ladder. Jerry: I think those moves took alot out of Brown. Maybe too much. Let's hope Russell is able to get another pinfall and get out of there. Evans and Brown both start to stir. They manage to get up and both glare at each other with pure hatred. The start to exchange punches, both men giving his opponent everything he has. Brown manages to hit 5 punches unanswered and backs Evans to the ropes. He Irish Whips him to the other ropes but gets caught by Evans in an STO judo take down. Evans gets back up, his bloody face making him look very scary and demonic. As Brown gets up, he hits him with a running clothesline, slamming him back down. Evans begins to get more and more momentum, getting very very very psyched up from the crowed. He turns around, right into a barbed wire wrapped steel chair that is thrown by Brown right into his face. Brown then hits a leg drop and goes for the pin, getting 2 before Evans kicks out. As Evans gets up, Brown hits him with a drop kick, then locks in an armbar. Evans screams in pain but refuses to tap, squirming around and managing to hook his feet in the ropes. The ref gives Brown a 4 count before Brown lets go, a cocky look on his face. He waits for Evans to get up, but Evans doesn't. Instead Evans goes for a double leg takedown, straddling Brown and unleashing a devastating series of lefts and rights. Evans gets off of Brown and stalks around the ring, waiting for Brown to get up. As Brown does, Evans gives him a kick to the gut. This sets up the Evans Bomb, which Evans hits hard on the barbed wire steel chair. Evans then goes for the pin. 1, 2, 3, Evans gets another pinfall! Bob: You have to admire the admiration of Evans. He's not letting anything get in his way. Jerry: Oh yeah but remember, all Russell Brown has to do is get one pinfall, submission, or knockout and escape and that's it for Evans. Evans waits for the ref to tell him that the match can go on, before rushing at Brown. Brown is ready for Evans and neatly sidesteps, Evans momentum sending him flying into the steel cage's walls. Brown pulls Evans out from between the ropes and knees him in the gut. He then hits a gut-wrench backbreaker, slamming Evan's back across his knee. He then goes for the pin but only gets a 2 count before Evans manages to kick out. On the tron, another countdown begins, starting at 5. When it hits 1, a final buzzer sounds and the final chamber opens up. Brown walks over and looks inside. He smiles and begins to pull out various objects, like cookie sheets, street signs, a pair of kitchen sinks and a brown square. He examines the square and then smiles. He puts the square down and begins to unfold it, revealing that it's a table. He manages to get the entire table unfolded and starts setting it up, obviously preparing to do something to Evans with it. As he gets it set up, he turns around, only to be met by Evans who smashes the two kitchen sinks on Brown's head, sandwiching his head in between. Brown goes down like a felled ox and Evans goes for the pin. 1..2..3! Evans is told by the ref to back off and he does, going to a far corner and soaking up the screams of the fans. Bob: Steve Evans is back up to where he was before! He only needs one more pinfall to beat Russell Brown and become the new Intercontinental Champion! Jerry: But all Russell Brown needs to do is get on pinfall and escape the cage and that's it! Bob: You've said that like three times. Jerry: Well someone has to root for Russell Brown. Russell manages to get to his feet but it's obvious that he's not 100% all there. He nods blankly to the ref in response to a question if he can continue and shakes his head to clear it of the cobwebs. He walks over to Evans, his arms spread wide in preparation for a lock up but Evans simply hits a USAF Spin, slamming Brown down on the mat hard. He points to the table and the crowd roars it's approval. Evans goes over to the table and drags it over to the chamber that the barbed wire weapons were stored and where a barbed wire wrapped steel chair is. He picks up Brown and punches him onto the table, laying him out. Evans then climbs the turnbuckle and then climbs onto the chamber. He picks up the barbed wire wrapped steel chair and poses for the the crowd as the flashbulbs go off. Evans then looks down at the prone Brown and puts the chair in front of him. Evans then hits the Evans drop, smashing the chair on Brown's face and head and causing the table to shatter into pieces. Evans groggily makes the pin. 1.. 2... 3! Bob: OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT! Jerry: I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES! "I Walk Alone" by Saliva hits the speakers as Steve Evans wearily pulls himself up. He blinks once, then twice as he can't believe his ears as the ref hands him the Intercontinental belt. Tim Marshall gets on the mic to make it official. Tim Marshall: Here is your winner and NEW! Intercontinental Champion...STEVE EVANS! Evans begins to celebrate in the ring as the cage is lifted up. EMTs come down to the ring to attend to Russell Brown as CTU also comes out to celebrate with their team mate. Bob: Whatever you want to say about Evans, he has in my mind secured a spot in SWA history with this match. Jerry: Poor Russell Brown. He's never going to be the same Bob: Coming up next we've got Korgoth taking on Jeff Stark. Jerry: What a weird pairing that is. Bob seems as if he's about to say something and the cameras cut to Tim Marshal, when all of a sudden the sounds of headsets being removed and a startled "Hey" from both Bob and Jerry is heard. Some Japanese mixed with American is heard but clearly two fans have hijacked the ringside microphones. Man1: We want to comentate! Man2: We love the SWA! Man1: Let's get this match started! Bob and Jerry are heard shouting into the microphones. Bob: Somebody turn off the microphones! Give us those! Jerry: I really hate this place and I'll be so happy when we can go home... Bob: Jerry shut up and help me get the microphones from these people! The microphones then cut off completely. Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled
for one fall! Jerry: Stinking country..I'm glad we're leaving after tonight. Bob: Well that was rather odd...I must admit that our eyes were not on the match ladies and gentlemen. If you just tuned in, two fans had just stolen our headsets during this match. Apparently Stark picks up the victory tonight Jerry. Jerry: Great..can we go home now? Bob: No Jerry..we have four more matches yet.. Jerry: Oh God! Woe is me! Bob: Well while my colleague here laments, we're ready for tag team action as the Star Brothers defend their titles against the force that is McGoldrick and Shadow. ( McGoldrick and Shadow vs. The Star Brothers ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is for the SWA Tag Team Championships and is scheduled for one fall. The lights in the arena go out. A few seconds later, the voices of Mark and Jake star can be heard. "Stardom is our life." Then Down, Set, Go by Underoath hits the speakers as five pyros go off on the stage. The lights flash back on and Mark, Jake and Kid Kaos step through the curtain and make their way down the ramp. Tim Marshal: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Kid Kaos, at a combined weight of 657 pounds, the are the SWA Tag Team Champions, Mark and Jake, The Star Brothers! The three of them reach the ring and enter it at the same time. Kid Kaos moves to the center of the ring, and his two clients climb the turnbuckles. Kaos looks up at them, smiles, and then steps out of the ring and onto the apron. Mark and Jake hop down, and Jake joins his manager on the outside, leaving Mark to start the match. Bob: Well it looks like these two are ready..but can they really withstand the force of McGoldrick and Shadow? Jerry: They sure didn't last week Bob..and I think they're in even more trouble now that McGoldrick and Shadow have faced them both. They have a little insight on how they work in the ring now. A gong sounds and some very generic oriental music hits the speakers. The lights flash brightly and the Skytron shows a Karate Dojo. In the video, Shadow and McGoldrick stand on mats spread out on the Dojo floor, and proceed to pummel several poor saps with flurries of complicated martial arts maneuvers. Every time a punch or kick is thrown, the lights flash and change to a different color. The Shadow and McGoldrick in the video suddenly look at the camera. Both lunge at the same time and smash it to bits with another couple martial arts maneuvers. At that very moment, the real Shadow and McGoldrick drop from the ceiling and land just below the Skytron, making it appear as though they came straight out of it. The throw a few kicks and punches at the air in unison, then both proceed down the ramp. Tim Marshal: And the challengers..McGoldrick and Shadow! Bob: Well I don't quite understand how these two ended up working together Jerry but it seems to have been a good choice. These two seem to be a very dominant tag team. Jerry: I have to agree with you there. They came out their first night and defeated the Star Brothers..although that's not a huge feat. The bell rings to start the match and Shadow steps onto the apron as Mark star makes his way to the center of the ring and McGoldrick follows suit, taking a defensive stance. Mark swings at him and Mcgoldrick grabs his arm, elbowing him in the back of the head. He then knees him in the gut and Mark falls to his knees. Bob: McGoldrick in control at this point and it seems as if Mark is already in a bad way. McGoldrick grabs Mark by his hair and pulls him up, irish whipping him into the corner beside theirs, well away from his partner who is stomping on the apron. Mark bounces off the turnbuckles only to be caught with a clothesline. Kid Kaos starts to enter the ring and Shadow starts to do the same, having his partner's back. The ref however gets to Kid Kaos first and the two begin to argue. Bob: This may do more harm than good.. Jerry: haha that would be great if Kaos caused these two idiots their titles! McGoldrick sees this and nods to Shadow who nods back. Mark begins to get to his feet as Shadow moves behind Mark and McGoldrick stays in the front. Shadow then hits Mark with a super kick as McGoldrick hits him at the same time with the mac attack. Bob: Oh my God! What a devastating show of team work from Shadow and McGoldrick. Jerry: That'll scramble your eggs. Shadow quickly gets out of the ring and as Mark falls to the mat, the referee turns around just in time to see McGoldrick go for the pin. He moves into position and begins to count. 1... 2.. 3... Jake shoves Kid Kaos, yelling at him as the ref holds McGoldrick's arm up in Victory. Shadow gets into the ring and the two of them receive their new tag titles. Tim Marshal: Here's your winners and new SWA Tag Team Champions! Shadow and McGoldrick! Jake gets into the ring to help his brother out as McGoldrick and Shadow raise their belts high. The cameras cut back to Bob and Jerry. Bob: So far tonight three out of four titles defended have changed hands. Jerry: I think for the better in some cases. Bob: There are still two more that could change hands. Both are scheduled for the end of tonight and one of them is a match that makes everyone in the SWA shudder now..I'm talking about none other than Barbed Wire and Brimstone. Jerry: It's an awesome match and this time it has the aura of revenge to fuel it Bob. It's gonna be great! Bob: You are sick and twisted Jerry..and speaking of sick and twisted, we're set to see Trihorn take on Behemoth. Jerry: No offense, but who cares about that match, anywho? We still have the SWA Championship being defended in the main event! Ventor and Kaiser will finally go at it! Bob: That will be a good match, but can you just focus on what's happening in the present? Sometimes I wonder if you have A.D.D. Jerry: Yawn.....oh sorry, Bob. I was busy not listening to the nonsense spewing from your gullet. What were you saying, now? "King of My World" by Saliva begins to play. Behemoth comes out with a mean look on his face, walking menacingly to the ring. There are no fireworks, just a column of fire lights up both sides of the ramp as Behemoth walks to the ring. As he enters the ring, fire lights up the edges of the ring, making it appear as if Behemoth is standing in a burning square. Tim Marshal: The following contest, is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring, from Munich, Germany, weighing in at 530 pounds.....Behemoth!! Behemoth's music begins to fade out a bit and the lights go back to normal. Bob: Everytime I see this guy, I still can't believe how big he is. How is Trihorn going to take someone down this massive? Jerry: Nothing's impossible for Trihorn. Have you seen this guy in action lately?? He's on fire!! Step Up by Drowning Pool hits the speakers as the lights cut out. The words "Not Messing Around" appear on the 'tron. From the back, racing down the ramp, comes Trihorn, cape streaming behind him. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles on the far side. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 220 pounds, Trihorn!!! He does a crucifix pose on the turnbuckle, then hops down from the middle turnbuckle, spinning around as he does to face the entrance way. He unclasps his cape, then sinks, looking straight at Behemoth. Bob: He has been on fire, I can't deny that. But look at the size differences. 220 pounds going up against 530 pounds.... Jerry: Well, referring back to the Wristlock, I couldn't agree with Ventor more. These two are going to end up knocking each other out for a double count out! Bob: Look at the intensity of Trihorn. He wouldn't back down if the choice was given to him.. Trihorn stands up and walks over to Behemoth, clearly shorter than his opponent. Referee Jack Briggs rings the bell to start the match off. Both men lock up, but Behemoth uses his ungodly strength, tossing Trihorn straight into the turnbuckle with ease... Bob: Behemoth just threw Trihorn like he was nothing more than a ragdoll... Behemoth backs up and goes for a spear, but Trihorn dodges this. This sends Behemoth straight into the corner. Taking advantage, Trihorn ducks down and sends a clothesline right to the back of Behemoth's leg. This makes Behemoth fall a little bit more off balance. With as much power as he can, Trihorn grabs Behemoth by the head and slams him down with a spinning headlock takedown... Jerry: Am I seeing this correctly?! Behemoth is down! Behemoth is down! Bob: Don't give your hopes up....not for long.... Behemoth, while still on the ground, begins to laugh loudly. He stands up without a problem. Before Trihorn can reverse, Behemoth knocks him out with a big boot. Trihorn falls straight to the ground. Jerry: Beautiful move! Behemoth's got it wrapped up already.. Bob: That's the same big boot we saw Behemoth do on The Vent last week! Behemoth, using only one foot, covers Trihorn's shoulders to the mat.. One!! Two!! Th......Kickout by Trihorn. Jerry: Phewiee. Close one... Behemoth doesn't let his failed pin attempt stop him. He grabs Trihorn by the head, lifts him straight off the ground with a double throat grab position. Lifting him up as high as possible, he starts to choke Trihorn out... Bob: Don't tell me he's going for a double handed chokeslam! Say it ain't so.. Before Behemoth could execute this maneuver, Trihorn takes one of his free hands, giving Behemoth a huge eye rake. This causes him to let the choke go. Trihorn winds his leg back, sinking a knee strike right into the gut of Behemoth. Behemoth ducks down, holding his stomach... Bob: Looks like Behemoth has the wind knocked out of him. Trihorn continues the assault by bouncing off the ropes, running forward, and hitting a jump scissors kick right to the back of Behemoth's head. This doesn't knock him down, however, he is still leaning forward like usual. Trihorn bounces off the ropes and tries again, hitting an even harder scissors kick. This makes Behemoth almost fall, only to his knees. Jerry: Would you knock him down already?? He bounces off a third time, hitting the move yet again. This time, Behemoth is laid out on the ground. Bob: Look, you got your wish! Behemoth is laid out. Jerry: And look, I think Trihorn is going for that pinfall. Just as Trihorn is about to Behemoth over, from the back comes the Masked Man. Boos fill the arena as he runs down the ramp with a steel chair in hand. Jerry: It's that Masked guy again. First he was after Ventor, but what's he doing now? Bob: Maybe since Behemoth helped him out on the Vent, he is returning the favor here tonight. The Masked Man slides into the ring, still holding the steel chair. As the man runs forward, Trihorn sees this out of the corner of his eye. Trihorn lifts the guy up before he could use the steel chair, spins him around, and executes one of his finishing moves...The Charge! Bob: The Charge has just knocked this masked guy out! Jerry: But Trihorn has to watch out! Behemoth is about to get up! With that one move, the masked man rolls out of the ring to take a breather. Behemoth stands up and waits for Trihorn to turn around, knocking him out with a huge chop to the forhead. He then lands all 530 pounds on the head of Trihorn with his finishing move, the Head Crusher. Bob: Oh my god! Trihorn could be severely injured after that move. This all thanks to that guys interference! Behemoth quickly hooks the leg for the cover... One!! Two!!! Three!!! The bell rings and the fans boo even louder as Behemoth stands up, getting his arm raised in victory. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Behemoth!!! Behemoth laughs, curses the crowd off, then procedes to trash talk Trihorn, who is still laid out. Behemoth then slides out of the ring, helping the Masked Man up to this feet. The two begin to walk towards the back, getting some huge heat from the fans... Bob: I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Jerry: Well, I guess this proves one thing. Size does matter! Bob: One thing I am still trying to figure out is, what is the relationship between this Masked Man and Behemoth? Jerry: I don't know, and quite frankly, I don't care right now! All I have on my mind is Barbed Wire and Brimstone!! Hooray! Bob: That's right. McGoldrick defends his title against Ironbite, Stevie Corah, and Alexander Fritz in Barbed Wire and Brimstone II, and that's coming up next. I can't believe we're doing another one of these Jerry.Jerry: I can. The SWA is a bunch of cruel, sick, twisted individuals. I mean, they did hire me, after all. ( McGoldrick vs. Ironbite vs. Alexander Fritz vs. Stevie Corah ) The barbed wire fence has been quickly set up around the ring and ramp area. The door stands open and officials are checking the places near the ring from which the fire will come. Finally they all nod to each other, they call out "clear," and the crowd cheers as they exit. Bob: I was almost hoping something wouldn't work. Or that the fence would break... or something. Jerry: Ha! You're forgetting two important things, Bob. We're in Japan. That means that everything is built too well not to work, and they love this sort of thing. Japan is known for its crazy and insane matches. At least this isn't a C4 match or something. Bob: That might be a bit less brutal. Jerry: Ha! Er, wait. Doesn't look like we're gonna start the match quite yet. Bob: Hmm. The scene fades away from the ring. Then, slowly, the scene opens up in Corah\'s dressing room. The only light on is a desk light. Darkness shrouds a dimly lit Stevie Corah. He is holding a long piece of wood, which broadens at one end, he rests it on the desk and takes 3 nails. He takes a hammer and positions one over the wood. Corah: Fritz He hammers the nail into the wood with a loud bang. He takes another. Corah: McGoldrick A second nail is hammered in. He takes another, a small smiley face is drawn onto it with a white marker. Corah: Ironbite He hammers this final nail in and grins. The nails are protruding through the other end of the wood, together with 40 other sharp, sickening others. He holds it by the narrow end and scratches the nails into the desk. A deafening noise fills the room as it scrapes the surface. Corah: Now, may the maims begin Corah grins and vanishes into the darkness. Silence fills the room until a loud smash is heard as the spiked club smashes the desk lamp with a spark. Silence and complete darkness fills the room as the promo ends and the view switches back to ringside. Or fence-side, if you prefer. In any case, things have already begun to happen. Apparently unable to wait, McGoldrick, Ironbite, and Fritz are already rushing through the barbed wire gate, fighting all the way. Fritz has Ironbite by the neck, pulling and torking as best he can, and McGoldrick is shoving Fritz, eager to get in the ring and get this thing started. All three are headed rapidly towards the ring. Bob: Woe! Uh, we're back after that promo, or whatever it was, and as you can see, three of our four competitors are eager to get this match underway. Jerry: I'll say. The very three that were in the first Barbed Wire and Brimstone match. Bob: Well since Tim Marshal wasn't able to introduce the match, I feel I should say that it is for the SWA Xtreme Championship. Jerry: Of course it is, Bob. How could a match like this be for anything else? Fritz releases his hold on Ironbite, and tosses him into the ring. Then, with a little shove from McGoldrick, Fritz gets in himself. McGoldrick leaps in, almost landing on Ironbite, who rolls and hops up. Only then does Stevie Corah come charging through the open gate and down the ramp, spiked club in hand. A quick official slams the gate shut and locks it as soon as Corah is through. Corah reaches the ring and slides in, then quickly stands and looks around at his opponents. Then, looking down at the club he holds, he sets it down in a corner. Again, things happen almost instantly. As soon as Corah's club is placed, the fire around the ring is lit, giving off an intense heat and bathing the ring in a fiery glow. Bob: Oh great. Here we go. Jerry: Ha! This is gonna be so great, Bob. There's gonna be so much blood, so many bruised and charred bodies... Bob: Ya know, Jerry, if you like it so much, why don't you just hop on in there? Jerry: Well, uh, I didn't quite mean that... I... Bob: That's about what I thought. Jerry: Ya know, the only thing I don't like about this match is the fact that we have to watch it on the monitors. Stupid ring cameras. Bob: Ah. Changing the subject now, huh? Jerry: No... I just... I hate those cameras. Bob: Well it's because of the fire you love so much, ya know. Jerry: I know. Hey Bob! Look at the superstars in the ring! Bob: Wow. You're right, Jery. Look at the anticipation building in their eyes. Now that everyone is in the ring and the fire is lit, nobody is moving. For the moment, they're all just staring at each other. Bob: I wonder if that spiked club of Stevie Corah's will become a factor in this match. Jerry: Yeah, I wonder the same thing. Honestly, compared to the environment, a spiked club seems like the least of their worries. Every superstar appears absolutely on Edge. And then... the bell rings. All four superstars move as one toward each other. Corah raises a fist and clocks McGoldrick in the side of his head while he is looking at Fritz. McGoldrick staggers and turns, but doesn't go down. It is decided. McGoldrick goes after Corah, and Ironbite goes after Fritz. Ironbite lashes out, striking Fritz several times and driving him back against the ropes early. Fritz staggers, fighting to keep his balance. He succeeds, and begins battling back with lefts and rights of his own. Meanwhile, McGoldrick leaps at Corah, connecting with a flurry of kicks and punches before he can do anything, and knocking Corah to the mat. Bob: Well Ironbite and McGoldrick are establishing their dominance early. Jerry: Did you see the way Fritz flailed when he got near the ropes? He's not too keen on going back into that fire. Bob: And Ironbite knows it. Look at him keeping Fritz right up against those ropes. Fritz can't get the upper hand. But suddenly, Fritz does. He throws both fists forward, breaking through Ironbite's defenses and slugging him in the ribs, knocking him back. Then Fritz lunges, scoops up Ironbite, and shoots across the ring right past McGoldrick and Corah to land a running powerbomb in the opposite corner. Jerry: Woe! I certainly didn't see that one coming. Bob: Me neither. Amazing move by Fritz. I think Ironbite may have made him angry. Jerry: No. Really? Wow, Bob. You're perceptive. Corah rises to his feet, and McGoldrick takes hold of his wrist, trying to spin him around. It is no good. Corah overpowers him, and sends him tripping over Ironbite and into the ropes. Grinning, Corah runs forward, lowers his head, and connects with a headbutt to the gut. McGoldrick is blasted right through the ropes and into the flames. The very very hot flames. He screams with agony, and begins thrashing about, trying to free himself from the fire. Bob: Oh my god! McGoldrick is the first to be sent into the fire. Jerry: Yeah. Ain't it funny? He barely got burnt last time, and this time he was the first to go in. Ha! Hey wait a minute, I just thought of something. Where's Kellon? Bob: She's in a "safe location" according to her. She had no desire to come back to this horror we call a match. Jerry: Gee, Bob. I wouldn't be surprised if you were the next one fired. Quite a lot of nerve you've got insulting a match like that. Bob: All I’m saying is that after seeing the first one, I can't imagine how anyone could sanction a second. McGoldrick continues screaming and clawing at the bottom rope. Corah smiles and turns away just in time to see Ironbite getting up. He steps quickly to his corner, which still contains the spiked club he brought to the ring with him. Still smiling, he lifts it, running his hands along the shaft, then walks back to Irnobite just as he gets to his feet. He notices Fritz nearby, and looks at him. Fritz just nods. As Ironbite is turning to look around the ring, Corah nails him with the club's business end, the three nails plunging themselves into his face. Ironbite cries out, more in surprise than pain, and Corah speaks, easily heard over the ring mics. Corah: Are you laughing now? For a moment, Ironbite doesn't answer. Then, he reaches up, and pulls the spiked club free of his face, paying no mind to the bloody gashes left by its departure. Ironbite: Yep. Hahahahaha! Bob: What? That's insane! Jerry: That's Ironbite. You can't hurt that guy. You just can't. Corah, who lost his grip on his club when Ironbite pulled it free, steps back a few paces, a bit shocked himself. Then Fritz, who seemed to have been waiting for just this moment, attacks him, clotheslining him in the back of the head, lifting him up before he can fall, and powerslamming him to the mat. Ironbite nods with approval and continues laughing. Meanwhile, McGoldrick's cries of agony have ceased. This, viewers are shocked to behold, is because he has actually clawed his way back into the ring, and is now trying to get his breath against the ropes while the fire rages on outside. Bob: Wow. I don't believe McGoldrick is back in the ring. Why didn't he just roll the rest of the way through and wait for the others to join him? Jerry: Who knows. Even weirder, he's actually on his feet. Go figure. Ironbite and Fritz ignore McGoldrick for the moment, which is quite fortunate for him. It gives him time to recover from the coughing spasm he is currently in, and it gives him time to look over his burnt and raw hands and torso. Ironbite and Fritz look at each other, Ironbite smiling as he atempts to project memories of the flames into Fritz's head, Fritz shaking his head because he has no idea what Ironbite is doing. Then, Ironbite attacks. He lunges, flailing insanely at Fritz, who gives him a punch to the head so powerful it sends him skidding back across the ring. Fritz stalks forward, takes Ironbite by the throat, and shoves him back against the ropes. Bob: Uh-oh. I don't think Ironbite should be messing with Fritz right now. He seems to be out for blood. Jerry: Once again, Bob, you deliver an incredible insight into the workings of Ironbite and Fritz. I commend you for... Bob: Shut up, Jerry. Fritz smiles as he heaves Ironbite into the air, and calmly drops him into the flames. What follows is a similar oddity to the one seen in the first Barbed Wire and Brimstone match. Ironbite lands in the flames... and laughs. Not only that, but he rolls around in the flames as they envelope his whole body. Finally he rolls through, opting to wait for the rest of his opponents on the other side of the fire. Bob: Wow. How can Ironbite just take it like that. Jerry: My guess is that he's done some prison time. Bob: Ugh. Jerry: Seriously though, it doesn't matter how much he enjoyed that. He's gonna need some serious bandaging when this is over. Bob: True. And it also looks like the flames cotterized the wounds on his face. That could be a good or bad thing. I wonder if it'll slow the healing process. Jerry: Oh shut up about healing processes. We're here to see people get hurt, not get better. Fritz shakes his head and turns away, deciding he should deal with McGoldrick. McGoldrick tenses, having recovered from his coughing fit. One of his hands starts to clench into a fist, but he winces and the fingers uncurl. Fritz continues to approach, pulling back his own fist. McGoldrick looks down, and notices the spiked club laying near his foot. Just as Fritz is about to take his swing, McGoldrick kicks the weapon through the ropes. It lands in the fire, making the flames shoot even higher with a loud "fwoof" sound. This distracts Fritz, and McGoldrick takes advantage. Temporarily ignoring the pain, McGoldrick takes hold of Fritz's arm and punches his face, then uppercuts his chin, then shoves him into the ropes. He steps back, leaps up, and kicks Fritz in the head, sending him toppling into the flames. Jerry: Yes! Fritz is on fire again! Bob: My god this must be like reliving a nightmare. He never really fully healed from his last encounter with fire. Now it's going to be a much longer road for him. Fritz emits agonized screams as his skin begins to burn for the second time in two months. For a moment he lies motionless, being consumed by the flames. But suddenly he seems to overcome his fear and roll through the rest of the way, joining Ironbite on the fire's other side. Bob: Good. I'm glad he made it through at least. Jerry: Pfft. I'm not. He looked so scared while he was in there. Bob: You would too, Jerry. Jerry: Ha! Nothing scares me. Bob: Right. Sure. If you say so. Of course Ironbite wastes no time in attacking Fritz as soon as he's through the fire, tripping him up and sending him down to the ramp, then stomping mercilessly on him as he tries to recover. Then, something unexpected happens. Ironbite hauls Fritz up and prepares to drop him again with another quick move, but Fritz grips his arm suddenly, throwing him off balance. Fritz shoves him, then kicks the back of his legs, causing Ironbite to fall forward... and connect face first with the barbed wire fencing. Even Ironbite cries out as the barbs rake across his flesh and plunge into it, bringing blood instantly in spurts and large drops. Fritz steps forward as if intent upon causing more pain to Ironbite, but then steps back, opting for the recovery time instead. Bob: Oh wow. Look at the blood just pouring out of Ironbite's face. Jerry: Yeah, as if it wasn't bad before. Don't forget he had some nails in his face earlier. Bob: Oh god, you're right. Wow. Ironbite's gonna need to go to a hospital after this, no matter how much he protests. Meanwhile, in the ring, Corah is locked up with McGoldrick. Due to the condition of his hands, however, McGoldrick is easily overpowered. Corah throws him into the corner, lifts him up, and places him on the top rope. However, McGoldrick is not as stunned as Corah believes he is, and his legs still work pretty well. Suddenly McGoldrick pushes himself up and vaults off the top rope, flipping over in midair to land behind Corah. Then, in a style not usually shown by McGoldrick, he spears Corah right through the ropes. And now Corah is in the flames. The screams are immediate and intense, filled with both rage and agony, anger and pain. Jerry: Gee, Bob. You'd think Stevie Corah had never been in a match like this before. Bob: That's because Stevie Corah never has been. Those flames just aren't something you can prepare for. No matter how much training he did, that had to be a shock to the system. Suddenly, intent on not letting himself get burnt too badly, Corah rolls quickly through, standing up next to Alexander Fritz, whose many burns look very raw and painful. Corah tries to catch his breath, and to his credit, does so very quickly. He looks down at himself and, although he has sustained several burns, none of them are serious. He smiles, and then gets clocked in the mouth by Fritz. He staggers back, and spits blood. Bob: Well now we have three people on the outside, and just like the first Barbed Wire and Brimstone match, McGoldrick is the only one in the ring. McGoldrick also seems to have realized this. He looks around, and climbs the turnbuckle again. Jerry: It looks like he's gonna use the same trick as before to get out. Bob: Well as burnt as he is, I don't blame him. Once again McGoldrick flies off the turnbuckle, sailing over the fire for the most part. Unfortunately, his legs take some scorching on the way down, causing him to cry out. However, he also ends up landing a double fist on Fritz's head, sending him to the floor. Jerry: Well, I guess you could call that a compromise. Bob: What? Jerry: Well he got a bit burnt there, but he hit Fritz. Bob: Hmm. I guess you could. McGoldrick gets to his feet just in time to see another horror taking place. Ironbite, whose face is stuck to the barbed wire fence, suddenly strains and screams in pain and defiance as he pulls it free. It comes away with a wet slapping sound, and more blood patters onto the floor. Ironbite's scream continues for a few seconds, then ceases. The usual Ironbite grin returns. Bob: My god. How can he keep smiling like that. Jerry: That's Ironbite. McGoldrick and Stevie Corah, who were temporarily frozen by what just happened, now take action. McGoldrick connects with a forearm, but cries out, giving Corah time to take advantage and grab McGoldrick by both shoulders. However, McGoldrick takes the advantage right back and spins out of Corah's grasp, sidestepping him and kicking him in the midsection. He then uses his badly burned and weak hands to shove the doubled over Corah toward the fence, reaches up, grabs his head, and slams it into the barbed wire. Jerry: Ouch! Well, I think I know what McGoldrick's going to do now. We saw him do this last time too, but his victim then was Ironbite. Bob: I wonder if McGoldrick thinks that following the same basic patern will get him the victory. Jerry: Well if you judge by this move alone, it just might. Corah cries out and tries to free himself, but the barbs are firmly lodged in his head. McGoldrick leaps up, delivers two kicks to each side of Corah's head, then one to the back, driving the barbs in further. Blood pours from Corah's forehead right over the barbs. Bob: Oh wow. Look at all that blood. McGoldrick may have already seriously injured Stevie Corah. Jerry: No kidding, Bob. That's barbed wire, in case you didn't know. It can seriously injure you when you touch it, let alone when your head is driven forcefully into it. Suddenly, McGoldrick is struck in the head, sending him falling forward and almost into the barbed wire. He gets up quickly despite the pain and turns around, only to get hit again by Alexander Fritz. Fritz then lifts him, spins, and smashes him into Stevie Corah, which serves to Jarr Corah loose. Corah tumbles to the ground and Fritz puts McGoldrick down. McGoldrick is a bit stunned, and Corah is likely planning to do something else, but suddenly Corah rises up and takes out Fritz's legs. Corah stands, his face a mask of blood, pain, and rage. Bob: What? He's on his feet? After taking all those slams into the barbed wire? I wouldn't believe it if I weren't seeing it. Jerry: Hey wait. Uh, Bob? Where did those come from? Bob: Uh... I don't know. Who brought weapons in here? Indeed at that very moment, the camera moves to one corner of the fence near the door where several weapons have been placed. Corah sees them, looks over at McGoldrick who is stomping away at Fritz, and rushes up the ramp to the pile. From it, he takes a long metal pole. Bob: Oh come on. You've already got barbed wire and fire. You don't need weapons, Corah. Jerry: Ha! You do too. Weapons make it so much more fun. Corah runs back to the action and, while everyone is oblivious, including Ironbite who seems to have withdrawn into himself for the moment, Corah carefully puts one end of the pole into the fire. Jerry: Oh. Looks like Corah's going for two out of three. Bob: Now this is going too far. I don't know who put those weapons there, but they should be fined. Or fired. Or something. Jerry: Ah, but what if it was upper management? Bob: It wasn't. Nobody in upper management is that sick. That twisted. Jerry: Eh, I guess you're right. Corah turns back to Fritz and McGoldrick. McGoldrick is looking down at Fritz, who is slowly rising to his feet. Neither of them sees Corah behind Fritz, or predicts what happens next. As soon as Fritz is standing, Corah winds up his shot and smashes the fiery pole into the back of Fritz's head with a dull sickening thud. Fritz goes down, and doesn't move. Some of his hair catches on fire, and that all-too-unpopular smell permeates the air. McGoldrick's head snaps around, and Corah considers hitting him with the pole as well, but decides against it and puts down the pole with a grin. Jerry: Hey! Corah, you could've won the match right there! Look at Ironbite! He's out of it! Bob: Ironbite has lost so much blood. I don't know what's keeping him upright. As for McGoldrick, I'd be willing to bet Corah has other plans for him. Why else would he have dropped that pole? Bob is right. Corah takes McGoldrick's arms, initiating a lockup. McGoldrick tries desperately to fight back, seemingly having the same idea as Bob, but it is no good. His arms are too badly burnt and weak to do any good. Corah lifts him up into a vertical suplex, then looks over at the fence. He slowly walks closer to it under the weight of McGoldrick, and finishes the move. He does not slam McGoldrick on the floor, however. Instead, he slams him directly into the barbed wire, filling his back and the back of his neck with sharp, cruel barbs. McGoldrick's scream is inhuman. For a moment he struggles, attempting to pull himself free, but this only causes more pain as the barbs tear into him. He is literally stuck to the side of the fence, blood pouring from many many wounds and pooling under him on the floor. Jerry: Woe. Just... just woe. Bob: Finally. Finally, Jerry, you've seen too much. Do you agree that this thing needs to be stopped? Jerry: I... I don't know... I... guess maybe I do. This is crazy. Bob: Thank God. This is serious, Jerry. Really really serious. The lives of these superstars is on the line, and I'd say they're all very close to losing them. Jerry: Woe. Just... just woe. Corah grins and moves back to the weapon pile. Bob: No. Oh no. Someone stop this. Don't let him do this. Just pin somebody, Corah. Come on! But of course, that is not what Corah is about to do. He takes from the pile of weapons a folded table, which he quickly unfolds and sets up on the stage. Jerry: Alright, Bob's right. Put the table away. That's too much. Corah looks back at the pile of odds and ends, then spots something he really likes. He reaches in, and returns very carefully holding a board topped with barbed wire. This he places on the table. Bob: No! Come on! Stop! This is ridiculous! Just stop! Corah's still not done. He picks up the table, board and all, and thrusts it at the fire. It immediately catches, and Corah quickly puts the table back down before the flames reach him. Jerry: My god. My god, Bob. Corah's going for all three. A weapon, barbed wire, and it's on fire. My God. Bob: Don't we have any competent people in this company? Come on! You can't let him do this. You can't let anyone do this! But once again, Corah still isn't done. Back to the weapons pile he goes, this time retreiving a ladder, which he sets up right next to the burning barbed table. Bob: ... Jerry: ... Now Corah looks around, deciding on a victim. He settles on Ironbite, who still appears distant and fading. He whistles to him, and Ironbite raises his head. Corah... beghins climbing the ladder. For a second, the Ironbite grin returns. Ironbite takes a staggering step forward, and he too begins climbing. Bob: No, Ironbite. Get down. You can just end this if you get down. You don't have to go through this. Jerry: Ironbite, stop. Just lay down. Let him pin you. This is just stupid. Both men climb, Corah slightly faster than Ironbite. Corah waits for him at the top, and immediately throws a punch once he's there. But it is blocked, and the crowd suddenly cheers wildly. Bob: Woe! Ironbite may have some fight in him yet. Corah throws another punch. Blocked again! Then Corah grapples him. This seems to be the right move for Corah, as Ironbite doesn't seem to have the strength to grapple very well. Suddenly, Ironbite uses what strength he has to force his arms away from Corah's. Then, very ungracefully, Ironbite leaps off the ladder... and kicks it in midair. It rocks dangerously... then tips over! Stevie Corah plumets backwards and lands HEAD FIRST on the burning barbed wire-covered board, and goes smashing right through the table. Bob: No! No! No! No! Oh my god! Oh my god! He's dead! Jerry: He's gotta be dead! Ironbite killed Stevie Corah! Of course, Ironbite didn't land on a bed of roses either. He hit the stage pretty hard, but unlike Stevie Corah, Ironbite is still conscious. What's more, beyond all belief, the Ironbite grin, that sick twisted smile, is back and at full force. Blood still pours from Ironbite's many wounds, but slowly, agonizingly slowly, he begins to crawl. Over the ladder, then onto the smoldering table, and onto Corah for the cover. Bob: Yes. Pin him. End this. The ref is all-too-eager to get into position. 1... 2... 3! The bell rings, and Ironbite's music begins to play. Using the last of his strength, he stands as the referee approaches him with the Xtreme title. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the new SWA Xtreme champion, Ironbite! Ironbite takes the title, a tiny gleam in his eye. He manages one small chuckle. Then, something happens. The gleam fades. Ironbite loses his grip on the title and drops it... then slumps slowly to the floor. Bob: My god, Jerry. Ironbite just passed out. He's out cold! Jerry: So is everyone else by the looks of it. Bob: Alright, we need EMT's out here right now. Folks, we're gonna take a break while we get this straightened out. I'm sorry, but what the EMT's have to deal with here, especially where Corah and McGoldrick are concerned, may just be too graphic. Jerry: Yeah. Let's show a commercial or something. Bob: Ladies and gentlemen, the night is most certainly not over. We will be back right after this. ( Commercial Break) Announcer: The Invasion is almost over and the SWA is heading back to the states. What will be the repercussions of the pay per view? Watch Friday night Edge next week to find out... The Edge logo appears. Announcer: Friday night Edge...Just another reason to long for the end of the work week. ( / Commercial Break ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled
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