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All is black and silent at first. Then, a voice speaks from the darkness. Voice: Tonight is a night of change. A scene showing a large crowd of people slowly begins to fade in. Voice: A night where nothing is certain, and everything is questionable. The scene comes into sharper focus. We see that the members of the crowd wear party hats, and some hold noisemakers and other assorted party favors. Voice: Tonight, 2006 ends… The scene is entirely clear now. The crowd is cheering and waving as an enormous ball begins to drop. 5… 4… Voice: And 2007 begins! 2… 1! As the ball lands, the entire scene explodes into nothing more than swirling colors. The colors become images which flash across the screen. Ventor and Behemoth, Rachel and Isabella, the participants of the Pyramid match, the pyramid itself, on and on and on. Voice: Get ready to witness what normally takes thousands of years to achieve. The images swirl faster, some repeating themselves as if to drive the point home. Voice: Get ready to witness… Evolution! Everything explodes again, this time leaving only blackness. Then, Immortal by Edema begins to play, and we switch to a view of the arena. Fireworks of all colors are going off all over the stage, and fans are screaming with excitement. The camera pans around the jumping screaming fans for a bit, then moves to Bob and Jerry at ringside. Bob: Happy New Year everyone, and welcome to New Year’s Evolution! I’m Bob Macatire alongside Jerry Sheppard, and we are live from the SWA arena in beautiful Columbus, Ohio. Jerry: Beautiful? Listen, Bob. You let me know when you see any beauty. I certainly haven’t seen it yet. Bob: Well maybe that’s just cause you have no holiday cheer, Jerry. Jerry: Holiday cheer? Christmas is over! Bob: Well it’s not gonna feel like it after tonight. We’ve got a great pay per view in store for you, and we’re glad all of the fans here as well as those watching at home get a chance to see it. Jerry: Well, you’re glad. I would just as soon be on vacation. Bob: Yes, folks, Jerry has been replaced by Mr. Scrooge for this broadcast. Jerry: Shut up, Bob. Bob: Well anyway, there’s a lot going down tonight. We’ve got our first ever pyramid match, a four-way tag team bout for the championships, and a women’s title defense as our main event. Jerry: Ah yes. If I give this show one thing, it’s the main event. Great choice by upper management with that one. Bob: Well I hate to stop you, Jerry, but we have to get to our first match. Jerry: Oh fine. Be that way then. Bob: What an opener we have in store tonight. We have seen over the past week or so Dr. Ironfist make his presence known in the form of promos, but for the first time in the SWA, he has a chance to wrestle. Jerry: Yeah, but unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong night to debut. He's fighting a giant, Bob! We've seen what Goliath can do to his opponents in the past. Bob: Well, you're correct by saying that. Dr. Ironfist, although he may have the better fighting skill, is only half the weight of the big Goliath. Jerry: Bob, skill is a great thing to have in the ring, but I don't care what anyone says. Size does matter! Bob: Oh, you must know from experience, huh?? Jerry: Ew, Bob. You are the most perverted man I know! Lights fade everywhere except for a blue glow at the entrance, with Gregorian chants, followed by a single gong. Then the bass picks up. "Say Your Prayers" begins, with Goliath coming out, holding a microphone as he is the one singing the song. As he reaches the ring, he pushes the top rope down slightly, then steps over it. Tim Marshal: The following contest, is scheduled for one fall!!! Making his way to the ring, from Longview, Texas, weighing in at 520 pounds....Goliath!!!!!!! He ends the song, then tossing the microphone, he raises his arm as if he has someone in a choke grip. He watches his next opponent come to the ring. Jerry: This guy is even bigger in person. Can't you picture this man as SWA Champion some day? Bob: I wouldn't doubt it, but he'll have to get through a huge name of opponents.....The Brawler, Aquiro, Atomic Punk, and the SWA Champion himself, Mark Ventor.... "Sonne" by Rammstein hits the PA. As the heavy guitar comes in, Dr. Ironfist struts arrogantly onto the stage, to huge boos from the crowd, his hands in the pockets of his white doctor's coat. He then continues to make his way down the ramp, taunting the fans with his stethoscope. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Kiev, Ukraine, weighing in at 250 pounds......Dr. Ironfist!!!! As he reaches the ring, he climbs up the steps, walks along the apron, and climbs in over the middle rope. He punches his fist in the air in time to the German numbers in the music, takes off his coat, and resides to his corner. Goliath and Dr. Ironfist exchange menacing looks with one another. The bell rings to start off the match. Jerry: Man, this Dr. Ironfist is a weirdo. Whoever let this maniac into medical school was either drunk, high, or both! Bob: Now, don't let his looks fool you, Jerry. He could be the best technical wrestler the world has ever seen, for all we know. Jerry: Hmm, maybe you're the one that’s drunk and high, Bob. The two meet in the middle of the ring. Referee Ned Lewis allows the two to start the fight. For the first move of the match, Dr. Ironfist enters a test of strength with Goliath, only to get both of his hands crushed. Bringing Dr. Ironfist close to the ground, Goliath gives him a quick front kick to the stomach, followed by a big uppercut to his face, knocking him to the canvas. As he falls to the ground, he takes off his white coat and throws it to the outside of the ring. Goliath picks up Dr. Ironfist by the neck with both hands, lifts him up to his feet, and slams him all the way across the ring, to the other side. Bob: Just as I presumed, Goliath is using nothing but his pure strength in this match, but who could blame him?? Jerry: I'm glad he calls himself "The Lone Wolf" now. He doesn't need the rest of Revelation!! Dr. Ironfist stands up, positioning himself next to the turnbuckle. Goliath begins to chase after his opponent, trying to go for a big splash into the turnbuckle. Dr. Ironfist sees this, and before Goliath can land, he lifts his boot up high, almost knocking Goliath to the ground. Bob: There we go! That's the only way Dr. Ironfist has a chance. He has to use his speed and agility! Jerry: I can't believe it. The giant is laid out... Dr. Ironfist finishes off the offense with a shining wizard. With Goliath finally laid out, he goes for a pin attempt. One!!! With just a one count, Goliath easily kicks out, pushing Dr. Ironfist off with such impact, he falls straight out of the ring. Dr Ironfist staggers up, looking around in confusion. Jerry: Sometimes I think Goliath doesn't know his own strength. He just threw Dr. Ironfist out of the ring, literally! Goliath stands up very easily. He taunts the crowd, getting positive feedback. Dr Ironfist reaches into his pocket of his coat, grabbing his stethoscope. Bob: He's got that weapon! What a cheater! Jerry: Hey, maybe the ref should let him. One stethoscope isn't going to help destroy a 500 pound man, I'm afraid. Dr. Ironfist slides into the ring, chasing after Goliath with his weapon in hand. He lunges forward with it, but luckily Goliath sees this ahead of time and grabs it. Once this happens, Goliath goes for a clothesline. Dr. Ironfist ducks, jumps onto the back of Goliath, and applies a headlock from behind, attempting to choke the life out of Goliath. Bob: Dr. Ironfist has that tight headlock applied. Goliath is trying to get him off his back... Jerry: He should have no problem with that task! Goliath struggles to get Dr. Ironfist off, but he can't seem to get the job done. Slowly fading out, he falls to the ground onto both knees. His face turns bright red, obviously loosing too much air. Referee Ned Lewis checks on Goliath, seeing if he's unable to continue. He lifts his hand up once, but there's no response. He lifts the hand up again, but still no response.... Bob: Oh no, if Ned Lewis holds his hand up a third time, this match is going to be all over! Jerry: Maybe I was wrong about Dr. Ironfist. The match seems to be over, but when the ref raises the hand the third time, Goliath maintains strength and gets to his feet. Once he's up, he elbows Dr. Ironfist in the gut three times, finally getting her off. Out of no where, Goliath picks up his opponent, falls down, and hits him with a death valley driver in the center of the ring. Jerry: This match has been turned around! Goliath is in control finally! Goliath goes for a pin in the middle of the ring.... One!! Two!! Last minute, Dr. Ironfist places his left foot on the bottom rope. Goliath gets up and yells with much anger. Once Dr. Ironfist gets up, Goliath goes for a huge chokeslam.. Bob: This could be over right here! Dr. Ironfist better watch out!! When Goliath grabs him for a chokeslam, Dr. Ironfist reverses, giving him a few quick kicks to the gut. When Goliath is bent over, Dr. Ironfist lands a huge knee strike, sending Goliath to the ground. Dr. Ironfist goes over to Goliath, picking him up by the hair. Once Goliath is up to his feet, Dr. Ironfist bounces off the opposing ropes and jumps in the air. With much anger, Goliath lifts his leg up, hitting him square in the head with a big boot to the face. Dr. Ironfist lays on the mat, unmoving... Jerry: What a boot! Dr. Ironfist just got his head knocked off.. Bob: I don't know if it did that exactly, but it sure was powerful. Is Goliath going up on the top rope?? Jerry: He's going for his finishing moonsault... Jumping on the top turnbuckle, Goliath jumps off and spins in the air, hitting Dr. Ironfist with the Falling Star!! Bob: Falling Star!! Falling Star!! All 500 pounds just crashed down onto Dr. Ironfist!!!! Once Goliath hits his move, he quickly grabs Dr. Ironfist's head and leg, cradling him for a three count.... One!!! Two!!!! Three!!!!!!!!! "Say Your Prayers" begins to play as Goliath gets to his feet, holding his gut in pain.... Tim Marshal: Here is your winner...........Goliath!!! Leaving Dr. Ironfist laid out in the center of the ring, Goliath gets his hand raised by the ref. Goliath rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, holding one arm in the air. The fans go insane. Eventually, Ironfist gets to his feet and lumbers off as well. Bob: Dr. Ironfist surprisingly put up an amazing fight, but in the end, Goliath is just too damn big... Jerry: Look at Dr. Ironfist! He so flattened out, he looks like a damn human pancake!! Bob: What a great opener. Next up, we're going to see more single's action. Val Soul takes on Jack Sabbath next up on New Year's Evolution!!!!!! Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Loverman by Metallica begins to play, and fireworks explode on stage. Jack Sabbath appears in his blood red robe, and begins walking down the ramp. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from the Seventh Layer of Hell, weighing in at 310 pounds, he is the Satanist, Jack Sabbath! Bob: Jack Sabbath’s on a bit of a downward spiral of late, but there’s no denying his potential here in the SWA. It wasn’t so long ago that he faced B Cool for the SWA championship. Jerry: And lost horribly. Were you even watching that match? It was a joke! Bob: Well some humorous things happened in it, but that doesn’t mean the whole match was a joke. Jerry: No, it was a joke. Seriously. Hellfire shoots up around the ring, nearly touching the top rope. Jack Sabbath keeps walking, never missing a stride. When he reaches the ring, he waves a hand and the hellfire disappears. He climbs in, and moves to his corner. Finally, he takes some time to badmouth the crowd, who begin to boo him just a little louder as his music fades. The lights go out as the beginning cords of "Beautiful Lie" by 30 Seconds to Mars begin to play over the sound system. On the Skytron a pentagram pulses with the beat of the music. When the cords change and the song really begins, the pentagram shatters like glass and an image of Val Soul stands holding a candle with a black hood over his head. At this time Val enters the entrance ramp and slowly makes his way to the ring pausing every now and again to look over a person in the crowd. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 205 pounds, The Myth, Val Soul! Jerry: Now Bob, this Val Soul guy, unlike Jack Sabbath, has been on a winning streak lately. And that’s why he’s going to pound Sabbath into the ground. Bob: As I’ve already said, Jerry, Sabbath may’ve lost a few times recently, but he has great potential. You never know when things might turn around for him. Jerry: I think he should just turn around and walk back up the ramp while he still has a chance. Bob: Jack Sabbath would never do that, and you know it. He’s a fighting Britishman. He would never back down. Jerry: It’s his funeral. Val Soul slips into the ring through the middle and top rope and looks over the crowd. Val holds his hand in the air with his index and middle finger extended and makes the pentagram symbol in the air with his eyes closed and lips moving as if saying a prayer. He then moves to his corner and looks across at Sabbath who glares back at him. Bob: Looks like we’re about to get underway here. Jerry: Good night, Sabbath. It’s been real, but you’re going down after the first punch. The bell rings and Val hurries forward toward Sabbath. He is swiftly layed out by a vicious clothesline to the face. Bob: Wow, Jerry. Looks like Val didn’t get that first punch. Jerry: Well as soon as he does… Val gets quickly to his feet, determined not to let that happen a second time. He swings hard at Sabbath’s head, but Sabbath ducks. Val’s momentum carries him forward, right in front of Sabbath, and Jack moves his head up, perhaps even by accident, to head butt Val hard in the jaw. Val’s eyes roll up, and he falls backward. Bob: Woe! Did you see that? I think Val’s out! Sabbath just took Val out! Jerry: But… but… That wasn’t even on purpose! Val was just in the wrong place. He’ll be ok. He will! Sabbath looks down at Val, and his trademark mean look grows a bit meaner. He kicks Val several times, first kicking him into the ropes, then through them out of the ring. Sabbath then climbs out as well, and the ref begins to count. 1… 2… 3… Bob: What’s he doing here? Jerry: Uh, maybe giving Val time to get back up? Jack scoops Val up as if he were a baby, and flips him upside down. Bob: Oh no! I know what’s coming! Not on the concrete, Sabbath. Not the concrete! Jerry: No! Val! You’ve gotta counter! Come on, counter! It is no good. Sabbath easily sets Val up, and delivers the Widowmaker with crushing force onto the concrete. 4… 5… 6… Bob: I don’t believe this. Come on, Sabbath, now that was just too much. Sabbath quickly drags Val back into the ring and slides in, not wanting to win by count out. He immediately goes for the cover. Jerry: No! 1… 2… 3! Jerry: Nooooooo! Bob: Sabbath did it! He came, he saw, and he conquered here at New Year’s Evolution. The bell rings and Sabbath stands. The referee raises his hand in victory, and he looks down at Val Soul again, contempt in his eyes. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, the Satanist, Jack Sabbath! Jerry: No! This isn’t what was supposed to happen! Someone get the EMT’s out here, quick! Bob: It may not’ve been expected by some, but Sabbath pulled through, and made a fine showing of it. I, for one, am proud of him. EMT’s rush to the ring and quickly collect Val Soul, who hasn’t yet come to. Sabbath smugly exits the ring, and follows behind the EMT’s as they carry Val to the back. Jerry: Oh man, I don’t think I’m gonna recover from this one too quickly. I was so sure! So certain Val would dominate him. Bob: And it went exactly the other way. Jerry: Yeah! Bob: Well, folks, the fun has just begun. In just a few seconds, one of our newer talents, Logan Alexander, is going to take on Syndicate member Xander Scott. Jerry: Xander Vs. Xander! I love it! ( Xander Scott vs. Alexander Logan ) Tim Marshal: The next Match is scheduled for One fall! Making his way to the ring first weighing in at 237 pounds Xander Scott!!! X is Gonna give it to ya Blasts out over the Arena as the lights go down in the SWA arena as a Large Red X floats across the SWA-Tron. A laser then scribes the letters 'ander' between the bottom two sticks of the X, and a massive explosion of pyrotechnics shoot bright green fireworks atop the stage in the shape of an X. 'X Gonna Give It To Ya' by DMX blares across the public address system, as Xander Scott makes his way from behind the curtain. He raises his arms up above his head and crosses them making an X. He then brings that X down across his pelvic region, crotch-chopping at the audience; resulting in a chorus of negative cheers. He arrogantly walks down the ramp and hops onto the apron. He enters through the middle rope, and raises his arms again, crotch-chopping at the crowd. He removes his jacket and X-shaped sunglasses as he awaits the opening bell. Bob: Xander Scott’s a well-established member of the Chaos Syndicate. He’s been in some truly Xtreme matches, and I’m willing to bet this singles match is an interesting change for him. Jerry: I’m sure he loves it. Even Syndicate members need a little break from the norm.
Tim Marshal: His
Opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds Logan Alexander!!!! The song "Blow Me Away" blasts through the speakers and the stage lights go green and Logan Alexander comes out in his ring attire. He stands at the top of the ramp and then a voice over in the song comes on and says "MONEY TALKS! AND THE WORLD IS LISTENIN!" and then green pyro shoots up around him as he poses on the stage, then runs down to the ring and slides in. He flips up onto his feet and jumps up to the turnbuckle, and poses. Bob: Well, this match is a pretty promising one I think, Jerry: Yeah, sure. If you say so. The two men square off, and Logan grabs Xander by the arm and yanks his arm back behind his back and wrenches it. Scott kicks back once hitting Alexander in the knee, the two men break apart. Jerry: So exciting yawn can I go get some popcorn now? Bob: You’ve done that enough over the past couple shows. Just try to commentate the match, if you would. Jerry: (sighs) Fine. The two men lock up again and Logan Alexander drops him to the floor, then pulls him to his feet by his hair and sends him into the turnbuckle. He runs at him and slams into him driving his ribs into the ring post. Alexander steps back and Scott falls to the ground. Logan leans down to drag Xander to his feet as suddenly from the back comes Nadia. Jerry: Things are starting to look more interesting. Bob: What’s she doing out here? Jerry: I don’t know, but I’m liking what I see. Bob: Ugh. Nadia climbs into the ring and goes over to Xander helping him to his feet seemingly to check if he’s okay. While she checks over Scott, Alexander starts complaining to the referee effectively distracting him as Nadia suddenly winds back and kicks Xander between the legs. Jerry: Ow! Now I’m not sure if I like her as much. Bob: Camel toe very painful indeed. Nadia spins around and drops Xander with the sit down Powerbomb, then rolls from the ring as Logan Alexander climbs the turnbuckle and does the Bank roll slamming down across Xander Scott’s Torso and grabbing his leg to roll him up for the pin. 1.... 2..... 3.... Logan rises to his feet holding his hands up. Tim Marshal: And here is Your Winner Logan Alexander!!! Nadia comes back into the ring and Takes Alexander’s hand rising it up as she proclaims her winner to the crowd. They then turn to each other and make out passionetly. Jerry: Hey! Bob, why is it that the hot chicks always make out with the wrong guy. It’s supposed to be me in that ring! Bob: Are you sure? I mean, after what she did to Xander… Jerry: Uh, yeah. Maybe you’re right. Heheh. Keep it up, you two. After a few long moments, their little session ends and they both exit the ring together. Xander Scott staggers to his feet and exits as well. Bob: Well that match got interesting real quick, but now we must move on. Jerry: Awwww, must we? I’m sooooo disappointed. Bob: Anyway, moving on to our next contest... a controversial match to say the very least! Rachel Kay & Isabella Pazzini will team up for one last time, despite the fact that they are facing off in tonight's main event for the Women's Championship! If that wasn't crazy enough, their opponents are Illiana Rasputin, and Isabella's own sister, Camilla! Both of these women are allied with Isabella in her fight against the Chaos Syndicate, however there have been some harsh words flying around this week, particularly from Camilla's mouth. So the real question is, just how strong really is the bond between Isabella, and Raz & Paz? And assuming that their bond is very much intact, is Rachel walking into a potential 3 on 1 death trap here? Jerry: Have you got both your contacts in one eye Bob? Would you honestly trust that Italian Jezebel, Isabella Pazzini? Rachel was right in casting her off when she did; then again most things Rachel does is right. Even in the inevitable case of a cowardly gang attack here, Rachel will have no problem dealing with that wily backstabber, and to call those two mindless morons a threat is a joke! Bob: Oh you're full of it! Isabella may be outspoken, and perhaps even a little arrogant. But I believe she has a tremendous respect for Rachel, and what she has achieved in this business. Plus, as history has showed us, Isabella is plenty good enough a match for Rachel one-on-one, as tonight's main event will doubtless show! Jerry: Well surprise, surprise! I see she's got you fooled! Why don't you just start waving an Italian flag around right now? Bob: Look Jerry, I'm staying completely objective here, unlike some people. But let's get back to the immediate future. Raz & Paz have the chance to become the first ever female SWA Tag Team Champions in the match straight after this. But it is straight after. Even if they win this bout, how are they supposed to keep enough in the tank, with no recovery time, to achieve Tag Team Gold? Jerry: Why are you asking pointless questions Bob? It's obvious Rachel will destroy them single-handedly, so they won't even be able to contest the title match! Plus, do you really believe two silly little girls could challenge for the Tag Team Titles even without this match? You're living in cuckoo land! Bob: Could you be open-minded for once in your life Jerry? I suppose it is too much to ask. Anyway, over to you Tim Marshal! ( Hell Hath No Fury vs. Raz & Paz ) Tim: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall!
'My
Goodies' by Siara hits the PA, and Rachel pops up from the floor, down,
with the SWA Women's Championship over her shoulder. 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.
Tim:
Introducing first! From New York City, New York! Weighing in at 110 lbs,
the SWA Women's Champion, Rachel Kay!
Jerry:
There she is! The greatest and most beautiful woman in the business! And
I know we're about to see how good she really is!
Bob:
Maybe yes, maybe no. I for one have no earthly idea what's gonna happen
here!
Rachel
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 holds her title and moves towards her & Izzy's corner, handing Katie
Williams the title as. Suddenly, 'To the Edge' by Lacuna Coil hits
the PA, smoke
enveloping
the
stage
as the song begins. As the heavy guitar riff kicks in, Isabella appears
and walks out onto the stage. At the top of the ramp she raises her
right
arm
up, stares at the
ceiling,
and then brings her arm crashing down to a pyro explosion at either side
of the stage.
Tim:
And her tag team partner! From Palermo, Italy! Weighing in tonight at
135 lbs, 'The Diva of Extreme', Isabella Pazzini! Bob: Now will these two women be able to co-exist? We shall see! Jerry: Need I say this again, Bob? They don’t need to! Rachel’s got this! Isabella walks down the ramp, waving at the cheering fans as she goes. As she reaches the ring, she climbs up on the apron, and jumps over the top rope. She walks over to the turnbuckle at the far side, climbs onto the second rope, and raises her arm up in the air to more cheers. She climbs down, and walks over to Rachel. The two look closely at each other, and say something inaudible to each other. Jerry: See Bob! Tension! I bet Isabella's threatening her... that European bitch! Bob: I somewhat doubt that Jerry. These women are both trained professionals, and I'm sure they'll be able to keep their differences to one side, at least for now! The opening bars of 'Riding' By Chamillionaire hit the speakers. Bob: What? The Hawaiian Hustlers? What the hell are they doing here? Suddenly, as the vocals hit, it becomes apparent that it is not 'Riding', but 'White & Nerdy', the 'Riding' parody by Weird Al Yankovic. Jerry: Weird Al! Hahaha! Suddenly, from out of the back Illiana Rasputin & Camilla Pazzini come out, dressed as the Hawaiian Hustlers, Raz as Kimo, and Camilla as Chris, Camilla holding her EGW Women's Title over her shoulder. They then proceed to head down the ramp imitating the Hustlers. Rachel & Isabella look on dumbfounded from the ring. Tim: And the opponents! At a combined weight of 243 lbs, they are Illiana Rasputin, and the EGW Women's Champion Camilla Pazzini, Raz & Paz! Raz & Camilla make their way to the ring, imitating Chris & Kimo all the while, much to the delight of the crowd. Bob: Have you ever seen anything like this Jerry? Jerry: Hahaha! It's classic! Rachel will still beat them down though! Raz & Camilla hop on up to the apron. They mount the turnbuckles and pose stupidly for the cameras. They then climb down, and strip off their Hustlers' costumes, revealing their ring gear underneath. Camilla climbs out to the apron, and starts talking to Raz. Isabella & Rachel briefly exchange words, then Isabella follows her sister's lead and stands out on the apron. Bob: Looks like Rachel & Raz are gonna start this one off folks! Jerry: Ha! This won't last long! The bell rings. Raz runs straight at Rachel and baseball slides right through her legs. She dives back up, and dropkicks Isabella off the apron to the floor. Bob: What? Isabella's not the legal woman! Rachel looks puzzled by this, but doesn't have much time to react as suddenly Camilla hits a flying plancha off the top rope, knocking her to the floor. Jerry: Hey! Get her out of here! She's not the legal woman either! Katie Williams tells Camilla to get out, which she duly does. Raz attempts to lock in an armbar on the grounded Rachel, but she pushes Raz away, jumps to her feet, and launches a quick missile dropkick into her jaw. Meanwhile, a shocked Isabella climbs back up onto the apron. Rachel pulls Raz back up to her feet, then bulldogs her back down to the mat again. Jerry: This is great! Rachel is showing just why she's the greatest woman in the SWA! Bob: Rachel is certainly gaining the upper hand, but I wouldn't count your chickens Jerry.... Raz kicks Rachel away, scrambles to her feet, and tags in Camilla. Camilla charges in like a demon, and hits Rachel with a high-impact body tackle, following through with a series of aggressive punches. She moves off just in time for Raz to hit Rachel with an elbow drop from the top turnbuckle. Camilla drops for the cover.
One! Bob: And our first near fall of the night. Jerry: Please! It's going to take more than that to beat the champion! Get them Rachel! Rachel grabs Camilla as she's getting up, and rolls her over into a pin. One! Two... Camilla manages to roll Rachel over into a pin of her own. One! Two... Rachel forces her off. Bob: Wow. Both women trying to steal quick victories here. Both women get to their feet, and stare each other down. Rachel decides to head back to her corner and tag Isabella in. Bob: It's the two sisters now! What's going to happen? The sisters tie up in the centre of the ring, testing each other's strength. Camilla, as the more powerful one, forces Isabella down to her knees. She releases her hands, and hits Isabella with a front dropkick, right to the face. She raises her arms in the air, appealing to the crowd. Jerry: Look at her! One dropkick and she thinks she's all that! Isabella gets back up, and attempts to Irish whip Camilla into the ropes.She counters however, sending Isabella off the ropes. As she comes back, Camilla lifts her up above her head in an amazing show of strength. She walks over to Rachel & Isabella's corner, and gorilla presses her sister right on top of Rachel, sending both women crashing to the outside. Bob: Good Lord! What a show of raw power there! It appears what Isabella said was right... Camilla is deceptively strong! As Katie Williams starts the ring out count, Camilla heads back to tag Raz in again. She then returns to the other side of the ring, and goes down onto all fours. Raz runs right up Camilla's back, and does a somersault plancha to the outside, hitting both opponents. Bob: What superb teamwork here by Raz & Paz! They're like clockwork! Jerry: It'll change! Trust me, it'll change! Raz throws Rachel back into the ring, while Camilla slides out of the ring herself, and locks in a sleeper hold on Isabella. Katie Williams re-starts the count. One. Two. Three. Raz picks Rachel up, and clotheslines her back down again. She then too locks in a sleeper hold on Rachel. Both Raz & Paz keep their holds locked in tight. Four. Five. Bob: Hang on! Isabella's the legal woman here, and Camilla isn't! Neither woman is getting out of those sleepers in a hurry. Does this mean...? Jerry: Surely not! This CANNOT be happening! Eight. Nine. Ten! Katie Williams calls for the bell, amidst boos from the crowd, clearly upset with the outcome. Camilla & Illiana release the holds as 'White & Nerdy' hits the PA once more. Tim: Your winners of the match, as a result of count out... Raz & Paz! Jerry: You have got to be kidding me! What the hell was that?! Bob: Well, disappointing as that finish was, you can't fault the game plan of Raz & Paz. They have to fight again in a Tag Team Title match right now! They're just trying to save some energy! Jerry: But still! That wasn't a proper finish! How dare they embarrass Rachel like that! BOOOO!!!! Camilla & Raz celebrate in the ring, to a fairly negative reaction from the Columbus crowd. Isabella gets to her feet and appears to shout something at Rachel, apparently angry that she didn't do anything to help. Rachel shrugs at her, gets her Women's Title and leaves. Isabella shakes her head, and follows her back to the locker rooms, not even looking at Illiana & her sister. Raz & Paz laugh to themselves in the ring, then reside back to their corner, waiting for their next set of opponents. Jerry: Here we go, Bob! This is when the real action starts.. Bob: Well, the last four matches were great to watch, too. Can you believe Raz and Paz picked up the win against Rachel and Isabella? That will certainly lighten up the fire between those two divas.... Jerry: They hate each other more than ever now. I love both of those divas so much!! Bob: That's great to hear, Jerry. Well, Raz and Paz are still in the ring, because they will be pulling off double duty, right now. Since Miguel Diaz left the company, the SWA Tag Team Championships are up for grabs in a four way tag team match. Not only will Raz and Paz be involved, but the teams of The Hawaiian Hustlers, Wreck and Rage, and Logan Alexander/Nadia will all be involved in this one.. Jerry: I think Raz and Paz are going to win this match too. They already have proven to be the best tag team, just a few moments ago. Bob: They did have a great showing, and perhaps they may become the first ever female Tag Team Champions. Jerry: Plus, we see the debut of the new hyped up tag team, Wreck and Rage. They are going to learn what it truly means to be SWA superstars. In the middle of the ring, Raz and Paz take opposite turnbuckles, moving their hands around their waists, signifying they will become the new champions. Out of no where, "Ridin' Dirty" by Chamillionaire blasts aloud as Chris Ross and Kimo Newton make their way to the ring in a Buick Le Sabre, looking quite ghetto. They slowly drive their car up to the stage, jump out of the car, and make their way to the ring.... Tim Marshal: The following contest, is a four way tag team match, and is for the vacated SWA Tag Team Championships! Making their way to the ring, from Hawaii, weighing in at the combined weight of 460 pounds.....Kimo Newton and Chris Ross................. The Hawaiian Hustlers!! Kimo and Chris slide into the ring and raise both of their hands simultaneously, getting a mixed reaction, but mostly boos. Bob: The Hustlers have made it here tonight! These two aren't getting much of a good reaction from the crowd, surprisingly... Jerry: What did you expect? They're Hawaiians trying to be ghetto! It's just not working out for these two. I can't believe Crystal hired them in the first place... The Hawaiian Hustler's music fades out as the two stare at Illiana Rasputin and Camilla Pazzini, who are already in the ring. Bob: I hate to say it, but Raz and Paz shouldn't be staring down the Hustlers. These two combined are well over 450 pounds!! Jerry: Not to mention they made fun of the Hustlers’ entrance in that last match. Bob: You loved that though. Jerry: I never said I didn’t. But I’m sure they didn’t. The two teams look like they're about to go at it, but a new team makes their way to the ring. "Blow Me Away" begins to play as Logan Alexander and Nadia make their way to the ring. The words "Money Talks! And the world is listening!" is heard aloud as a green pyro erupts from the stage. Nadia and Logan make their way down the ramp. Tim Marshal: From Cape Girardeau, weighing in at a combined weight of well over 300 pounds......Logan Alexander, and Nadia!!! Nadia walks up the steel steps, followed closely by Logan Alexander. The two enter the ring, getting a huge pop from the crowd. Jerry: Do you see these guys, Bob? They think they're soooooo rich. Money is great, but you're going to need more than that to get far in the SWA. Bob: Have you seen these guys perform yet? Until that, don't assume. You'll make an ass out of you and me... Jerry: Clever, Bob. Real clever.. Logan Alexander and Nadia stay close to the nearest turnbuckle. The Hawaiian Hustlers begin talking strategy, while Raz and Paz begin stretching out for their big match. Bob: Now that the tag titles are vacated, it looks like all six of these superstars are more ready than ever. Jerry: Hey, don't forget about the last two, you forgetful person you... "Black and Still in Pain" begins to play throughout the arena as Wreck and Rage make their debut appearance. Red and black strobe lights begin to light up the entrance and the two make their way to the ring, greeting the fans in the process. Tim Marshal: And the final two competitors in this match! From Westchester, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 451 pounds.........Wreck and Rage!!!!!!! The two roll into the ring at the same time. Bob: In this match, we see the debut of three brand new male wrestlers, as well as one diva. Jerry: Hopefully all of these superstars will erase from our minds the horrible former champions.....Miguel Diaz and Joey Flash! Miguel Diaz left the SWA like the child that he is! Wreck and Rage stands up, staying away from all the other competitors. Referee Jack Briggs holds up the vacated Tag Team Championships in the air. Their music fades to nothing and the bell rings to start off the match. Bob: Here we go!! Wreck and Rage go over to Logan Alexander, double teaming him so much that Logan rolls out of the ring. Nadia goes to the outside of the ring, making sure Logan is fine... Jerry: Just a few seconds into this match, and Logan Alexander is already laid out! I knew he wasn't cut out to be in the SWA.. Wreck and Rage turn around, only to be met by an attack by the Hawaiian Hustlers. Kimo attacks Rage, sending him down to the mat with a fallaway slam. From the enormous impact, Rage rolls to the outside of the ring. This leaves Wreck to be double teamed by the Hustlers. Chris grabs Wreck, gives him a quick kick to the stomach, and lifts him up in a powerbomb position. Kimo jumps up to the top rope. As Chris slams him down with a powerbomb, Chris hits Wreck with a clothesline. Once Wreck hits the ground, the two Hustlers grab Wreck and throw him out of the ring. Bob: Look at this excellent double team work by the Hawaiian Hustlers! These two could become our next tag team champions! Jerry: They're not even focusing on Raz and Paz! Watch out!!! Referee Jack Briggs is focused on what's going on outside of the ring, with Logan Alexander and Nadia attacking Wreck and Rage with a series of big stomps. With the referee distracted, Raz and Paz take advantage, giving both Kimo and Chris low blows! Bob: Look at that cheap move by Raz and Paz! The ref didn't even see it!!! Jerry: They deserve it, if you ask me... Bob: Too bad no one asked you, Jerry. With Kimo and Chris bent down, Illiana and Camilla each grab a Hawaiian Hustler by the leg, and roll them up with a school boy.... One!! Two!!! Three!!!!!!!! Bob: What!! Not this way!!!! Jerry: Yes! Raz and Paz are awesome!!! Tim Marshal: The Hawaiian Hustlers......have been eliminated!!!! Chris and Kimo slowly stand up, with confused yet angry looks on their faces. They begin to argue with the referee's decision. Raz and Paz just laugh at the Hustlers, making them even more humiliated... Jerry: That must have been the shortest elimination in SWA history! Well, there was that one match between Ventor and Rachel a year ago.... Bob: Let's stay focused here, Jerry. The Hustlers quickly have been eliminated, but let's check out the remaining three teams in the ring... In the ring Logan Alexander is taking on Wreck, Nadia is fighting Illiana, and Rage is battling with Camilla. Wreck takes advantage, hitting Logan with a few left hooks, followed by a spinning right hook, knocking Logan off his feet. Nadia gets the upper hand on Illiana, hitting a huge hurricanrana in the center of the ring. Bob: Beautiful take down by Illiana Rasputin. Wait, what's Rage pulling off on Camilla?? Rage grabs Camilla around the waist, throwing her out of the ring with a german suplex! Flying many feet up in the air, Camilla finally crashes down, not really knowing what just happened. Rage just grins, and makes his way to the outside.. Bob: She could have just broken her damn neck!!! What the hell did Rage do that for??? Jerry: Her neck can't be broken....she's still moving..... Illiana doesn't even see what has happened to her tag team partner. She continues to be assaulted by Nadia. When Nadia goes for a clothesline, Illiana luckily grabs her arm, and slams her straight down with a single armed takedown. Illiana goes to the outside of the ring, checking on the knocked out Camilla. On the other side of the ring, Logan Alexander sends Wreck down with a reverse DDT. With Wreck laid out, Logan goes for the pinfall.... One!! Two!! Kickout by Wreck!!! Logan gets up, yelling at Jack Briggs to count faster. He picks up Wreck again and bounces off the ropes. Rage, who's on the outside, sees that his tag partner is in danger. When Logan runs back to Wreck, Rage slides in. Wreck and Rage jump in the air, sending Logan to the mat with a double dropkick!! Nadia tries to help Logan out, foolishly running after both Wreck and Rage. Wreck and Rage simply do s shuffle step forward, hitting Nadia with a double shoulder block. Logan gets back up, grabs Rage by the head, and slams him down with a huge bulldog. Wreck sees this, grabs Logan by the neck, and hits a swinging neckbreaker! Bob: Impressive teamwork by Wreck and Rage. Logan needs to regain himself, as does Nadia as well.... Logan begins to get up, but from outside of the ring, Camilla and Illiana grab Logan by the leg, dragging him to the outside. They begin double teaming him, slamming him straight into the steel stairs. Inside the ring, Nadia begins to stagger up. Wreck and Rage kneel down, waiting for her to get to her feet... Bob: Don't hurt her!! Jerry: Hey, she had it coming to her. She bided on this match, after all.. Once Nadia is up, Wreck and Rage waste little time. Rage picks up Nadia on his shoulders. Wreck grabs her by the head, slamming her down with the Face Plant DDT. With Nadia knocked out, Wreck hooks the leg for an easy cover... One!! Two!! Three!!! Bob: Another elimination already?! Wreck and Rage have destroyed Nadia!!! Jerry: Yes! We're down to just Raz and Paz versus Wreck and Rage.... Nadia rolls out of the ring. Logan Alexander checks on his girl.... Tim Marshal: Logan Alexander and Nadia........have been eliminated!!!!!!!! Logan picks up Nadia off the ground and begins to walk up the ramp. Raz and Paz slide into the ring, facing eye to eye with the newcomers, Wreck and Rage. Bob: Over the entire match so far, these two teams have each pinned another team. Raz and Paz got the win against the Hustlers, while Rage and Wreck pinned Logan and Nadia.... Jerry: Well, these two teams have proven a lot already, but whoever gets this last pinfall will not only be the best tag team involved, but also our new SWA Tag Team Champs!! Camilla quickly chases after Rage, trying to get revenge from before. Camilla spears Rage, bringing him to the canvas. Illiana takes care of Wreck, jumping off the turnbuckle and hitting an outside crescent kick to the head. With Wreck and Rage down, Camilla jumps in the air, giving Rage a standing moonsault. Illiana jumps too, giving a standing senton bomb. Then, both stand up, bounce off the ropes, and hit the opposite opponents with running leg drops. Camilla hooks the leg of Wreck, while Illiana covers Rage for the pin... One!! Two!!! Th.....both men get the shoulder up!! Jerry: Geez, those women can surely move in the ring! Bob: There not done with their offense yet, I can assure you... Camilla and Illiana jump up onto the top turnbuckles at the same time, attempting to both go for elbow drops. Wreck and Rage see this and roll out of the way. Illiana and Camilla are laid out, giving Wreck and Rage time to stand to their feet. Wreck grabs Camilla by the back of the hair, sending her out of the ring. Rage stays in the ring with Illiana, mounting on top and hitting a series of punches and elbows. Wreck carries Camilla near the announcers table, slamming her head right onto the table.. Bob: Get away from here Wreck!! Jerry: Come on, Camilla! Do another low blow like you did to the Hawaiian Hustler.... Camilla crawls away, trying to get away from Wreck as much as possible. In the ring, Illiana fights back to Rage's attack. She pushes Rage into the turnbuckle and waits for him to turn around. Once this happens, Illiana trips him down to the ground with a scissors takedown, followed by a rear headlock. Applied tightly, Rage struggles to get out in the middle of the ring. Jerry: How do you like that, Rage? You have no bottom rope to grab, my friend!! Bob: She better look out for Wreck! He's sliding back into the ring. Wreck helps his partner from the headlock, grabbing the back of Illiana's hair. This forces her to let the headlock go. Wreck continues to grab her locks, slamming her to the mat with with a hair-grab takedown. Rage gets to his feet, obviously in discomfort from the headlock he was recently in. Wreck and Rage pick up Illiana into a double powerbomb position... Bob: This could be all over right here!! Wreck and Rage are about to slam her down, but Camilla quickly gets back into the ring and clotheslines the back of both Wreck and Rage's legs, knocking them straight to the ground. Illiana falls to the ground, but lands in a safe position and gets to her feet fast. Camilla grabs Wreck's legs and Illiana grabs Rage's legs, both applying sharpshooters submissions!!! Jerry: Wreck and Rage are going to tap out, right here!! Do you see those Sharpshooters, Bob? Bob: I do, but you can't underestimate the power of the new tag team. Remember, Wreck and Rage have a size advantage over Raz and Paz. In the middle of the ring, Wreck and Rage are still locked in the submission holds tight. Luckily, they have a plan to escape. Grabbing each others hands, Wreck and Rage manage to apply enough power to get out of the sharpshooters, using their combined weight to shake Raz and Paz off. Finally, both men slowly make it to their feet. Raz and Paz chase after both men. Wreck and Rage duck out of the way, causing Raz and Paz to clothesline each other to the mat. Bob: Smart tactic by Wreck and Rage. Illiana and Camilla are finally on the ground!! Wreck goes over to Illiana, grabbing her and slamming her down with a huge scoop slam. Camilla is attacked by Rage, but Camilla reverses his punch. She gets her leg high in the air, sending Rage down with a roundhouse kick to the face. Camilla then climbs the top rope, but before she can jump off, Wreck bumps into the ropes next to Camilla, causing her to loose her balance. Before she can fall completely off, Wreck and Rage put her in the Tree of Woe, leaving her upside down, unable to escape the turnbuckle. She attempts to struggle out, but it is no use. Wreck and Rage then focus their attention on Illiana Rasputin. Jerry: That should be illegal! Disqualify their asses, ref! Bob: No, Jerry. Technically, as horrible as the Tree of Woe is, it's all legal. Illiana begins to crawl away, but Wreck grabs Illiana by the legs, applying a double leg boston crab in the middle of the ring. Rage makes the submission even worse, locking in a crossface. Camilla struggles still to get out of the Tree of Woe, but it is still no use. Illiana, desperate to get out, has no choice but to tap to the huge double submission move! The bell ring to signify the end of the match. Bob: It's over! Illiana Rasputin tapped! Camilla couldn't help!! Jerry: This can't be right! Reverse the decision at once!! Wreck and Rage are handed the Tag Team Championships from referee Jack Briggs. Tim Marshal: Here are your winners, and NEW SWA Tag Team Champions............Wreck and Rage!!!!!!!!!! Wreck and Rage exit the ring, holding up their newly won titles high in the air. Camilla escapes the Tree of Woe, and sees if Illiana is fine. Once it is determined that she is, they too exit the ring. Bob: Well, whether anyone likes it or not, we have ourselves new champions. Jerry: I can't believe it.. Bob: Folks, coming up next we have another title defense. The Cruiserweight Champion, McGoldrick, goes up one on one against the challenger, Sensei Shredder! Don't go anywhere, folks! ( Sensei Shredder vs. McGoldrick ) Tim Marshal: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWA Cruiserweight Championship! Introducing first, standing at 6 foot, 1 inch,...weighing in at an even 200 pounds, from Ireland, McGoldrick!!! "Root" by The Deftones hits as McGoldrick makes his way to the ring in his typical karate uniform. He comes out with a kendo stick as he comes down the ramp. He then drops the weapon and makes his way inside the ring. Bob: McGoldrick isn't alone as he's carrying along his kendo stick! Jerry: He won't be allowed to use that in this match. He should have left it in the locker room. Bob: No kidding, Jerry. But he didn't. Tim Marshall: His opponent, standing 5 foot, 9 inches,...weighing in at 149 pounds, from South Jersey, Sensei Shredder!!! Breaking Me Down by Soil hits the speakers and when the lyric "Here it goes!" is heard, fireworks go off in the entrance. Sensei Shredder runs out onto center stage all pumped up and ready to go, motioning for the crowd to get on their feet. He then walks down the ramp, giving high fives to as many fans he can before he finally slides into the ring. Shredder then goes to each corner and stands on the turnbuckle raising both fists in the air. Finally he jumps back into the center of the ring and stares down McGoldrick as he waits for the match to start. Bob: This should be an interesting match-up with two cruiserweights like these. Sensei Shredder seems pumped up and confident about tonight's showing! The two stand face to face in the ring as they go to nod, as Sensei Shredder goes to nod, McGoldrick tricks him and uppercuts him. Sensei Shredder drops back as McGoldrick goes and begins giving a string of flurry kicks, left and right to the body of Shredder. Shredder backs up into the corner. McGoldrick jumps up on Shredder, as he flips him back, in one swift motion, delivering a monkey-flip. Bob: A nice-looking monkey flip by Sensei Shredder. Jerry: Yeah, yeah. So he's good. I'm still not impressed! McGoldrick karate punches Shredder on the mat, as he does it again, and again and again. He tries it again, but Shredder catches his arm and arm drags McGoldrick to the mat, as he bounces right back up. Shredder flips up, as he gets back into his stance, Shredder runs at McGoldrick dropping him with a beautiful dropkick. Shredder goes and covers McGoldrick. Bob: An excellent dropkick by Shredder and here's the cover! Referee: 1....2.. McGoldrick kicks out at the count of two. Shredder picks up McGoldrick and goes to DDT him, but it gets halted. McGoldrick uses his momentum as he goes and overhead suplexes Shredder over him out onto the hard floor, covered by the thick padding. Shredder leans on the barricade, trying to catch a breath. The referee begins the count. Referee: 1....2.....3......4.... Sensei Shredder steadily sits there catching his breath, trying to show signs of getting back up. Referee: 5....6.....7... Shredder finally gets up to one knee as he uses the barricade to help him the rest of the way. Referee: 8...9.. Shredder quickly slides into the ring, avoiding the ten count. Bob: A close,...close call there for Shredder. He must be careful with the timing. Shredder gets back up as he runs towards McGoldrick. He hits him with a high-flying cross-body press, as he gets back up, whip lashing McGoldrick with a modified sit-down stunner, causing the neck of McGoldrick to snap back. Shredder goes and covers McGoldrick. Bob: Another cover by Sensei Shredder! Referee: 1....2.... Bob: Kickout by McGoldrick! Shredder begins showing signs of bitter frustration. Sensei Shredder climbs the ropes as he awaits for McGoldrick. McGoldrick finally gets up, but quickly notices the presence of Shredder. In less than a second, McGoldrick bursts up onto the second turnbuckle where Shredder was. McGoldrick quickly, underhook suplexes Shredder off the top, as he crashes with the mat, holding Sensei Shredder's legs, as he calls for the pin.... Bob: A comeback by McGoldrick. This could be it! Jerry: Come on, McGoldrick! Let's end this! Referee: 1....2..... Bob: What the hell??!! McGoldrick looks up to see Thundervolt coming at him with his own kendo stick. As Thundervolt slides into the ring, McGoldrick is waiting for him. He dodges the stick, then grabs it from Thundervolt, beating him out of the ring with it. Then, turning his attention back to Sensei Shredder, he spins a crescent kick to the challenger's face. Bob: McGoldrick with the Mac Attack! Jerry: McGoldrick, pin him already! Referee: 1.....2.....3! McGoldrick's music hits and he stands in the ring in a martial arts pose before quickly exiting, not giving the referee time to raise his hand. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and still the SWA Cruiserweight champion, McGoldrick! Bob: Well Sensei Shredder showed that determination and heart we’ve seen in him over the past few weeks, but in the end it just wasn’t enough. McGoldrick retains his title. Jerry: Poor poor Shredder. He tried so hard. Shredder gets painfully to his feet, looks around once, and exits the ring without saying a word, his expression blank. Bob: He certainly did, and he’d better be prepared to try just as hard, if not harder later on tonight when he has a chance to become Xtreme champion. Jerry: Pfft. I don’t agree with him having two title shots in one night, but whatever. Bob: He’s not the only one. Jerry: What? Oh great. This show’s ruined. Thanks, Bob. Just move onto the next match and please don’t tell me anymore about this crapfest I didn’t already know. Bob: Folks, here’s a match that’s been long in coming. It’s Weapons Versus Weapons, number two! Jerry: Even I won’t say anything here. Phoenix definitely owes Shadow some payback after what he did to her in the last match. Bob: What? I’m… I’m speechless. Jerry, without a negative comment? Quick, over to you, Tim, before he can think one up! Home Again by This Fire’s Embrace begins to play throughout the arena. Tim Marshal: The following is a Weapons Versus Weapons match. The wrestler with the fewest wounds at the end of the match will be declared the winner. Huge continuous pyros erupt at the edges of the stage, giving it the effect of being completely covered in flames. Tim Marshal: On her way to the ring, Phoenix begins to rise from the center of the stage. As she reaches the top of her ascent, she steps forward toward the flames and undoes the black clasp on her cloak, removing it from her shoulders with a flourish. Tim Marshal: Standing 5 8 and weighing in at 126 pounds, As if the flames were part of her cloak, they slowly waver and extinguish themselves as she drapes the cloak over a chair near the ring and climbs the steps. Her claws have seemingly appeared in her hands out of nowhere, and she is weaving them in the air in front of her in a deadly pattern, the blades gleaming in the arena lights. Tim Marshal: It’s Phoenix! Phoenix slides under the bottom rope, coming up in the center of the ring, claws still whirling before her as though she were getting in one last bit of practice before the match. Bob: Looks like phoenix won’t be caught off guard this time. She’s already got her claws in full motion, and I can’t see how Shadow could possibly penetrate a whirling defense like that. Jerry: Yeah, maybe she’ll cripple him like he did to her. Let’s hope so, Shadow sucks! Bob: Well folks, looks like good ol’ Jerry’s back. Suddenly the Skytron lights up with a vibrant image of a red rose, pedals quivering in the light. Tim Marshal: And the opponent, Pompeii hits the speakers and the rose slowly loses life, the color draining from it until it is pure grey and the pedals have stopped quivering and moving, giving the flower the image of having transformed into steel. Suddenly twin blue orbs open over the flower and the words “No longer waiting.” Sprawl out over both images. Tim Marshal: On his way to the ring, A huge blast of pyro goes off at the top of the ramp. When it diminishes, a gate of fog is revealed, a black-clad figure emerging from within it. The crowd goes wild. Tim Marshal: Standing 5 8 and weighing in at 220 pounds, Shadow walks out of the fog, staring down at his opponent in the ring. He slowly walks toward the ropes, raising his arm high. Tim Marshal: It’s Shadow! As Marshal yells his name, Shadow’s arm drops, causing pyro to flame up near him. As the pyro goes out, Shadow reaches to his sash. Bob: Isn’t this supposed to be a weapons versus weapons match? Where’s Shadow’s steel rose staff? Jerry: Looks like its been replaced. Bob: Huh? In a blur, a long, black-bladed katana appears in Shadow’s hand, gleaming dully as he spins it in a beautiful wheel of death above his head. He leaps over the ropes, swinging at Phoenix’s neck, but the girl stops the swing cold with her claws, releasing the blade and shoving him back to his corner using his own momentum. Bob: Looks like Shadow’s pretty eager to get this thing under way. Ref Jack Brigs signals for the bell. Almost before he can step back, the two opponents shoot across the ring toward each other, respective weapons slicing the air. Shadow is first to swing, katana coming up from the hip in a long arc toward Phoenix’s shoulder. Her body twists with catlike agility and she slides her claws together, catching the swinging blade between the two claws like a pair of jaws. She wrenches up on the blade, pulling Shadow’s arm up with it till it is nearly level with her face. Her wrists are twisted to keep hold of the blade and she suddenly twists them back into a vertical position, putting huge strain on Shadow’s single wrist till he releases the blade. His own sword spins in the air, caught in Phoenix’s claws. He leaps back and she releases the sword in a looping arc so that it soars across the ring. Shadow claps his hands over the blade just in time to stop it from impaling him, but the razor-keen steel cuts into his palms, causing them to bleed. Bob: First blood by Phoenix. Jerry: C’mon, keep it up! You owe him for this! Tim Marshal: Phoenix gains two points. Shadow ignores his bleeding hands and grips the hilt of his sword two-handed. He moves across the ring, blade spinning in front of him. Phoenix throws her claws up into a defensive position, crossed in front of her once again, ready to catch the katana. Shadow moves in and suddenly swings. As expected, Phoenix clamps her claws shut, but Shadow pulls his katana up, avoiding the claws by inches. He presses the tip of his katana into Phoenix’s left shoulder, dragging it downward and causing blood to ooze out as Phoenix gasps. Bob: And Shadow goes for the shoulders. Let’s hope he doesn’t try to cut any major muscles again. Jerry: Come on Phoenix, don’t let him land another hit! Tim Marshal: Shadow has one point. Phoenix uncrosses her weapons, sweeping them toward Shadow’s eyes. Shadow throws his head back and drops into a crouch, the claws flying out wide. He raises his blade and runs the edge along Phoenix’s flat stomach, opening a long, bleeding wound on her upper abdomen. Tim Marshal: Shadow has earned two points in total. The woman pulls her lips back over her teeth in a snarl. She angles her claws downward as Shadow is preparing to slice her stomach again, and drives the weapons down into his shoulder blades, the triple claws tearing through muscle. She rips upward, causing blood to spray out over the mat. Shadow falls forward. Bob: Oh god, so much blood. Jerry: Yes, yes! Keep going! Do to him what he did to you! Tim Marshal: Phoenix now has four points. Phoenix kneels by Shadow’s leg, driving the claws into the muscle at the back of his thigh. She begins to tear in, but suddenly Shadow rolls. Blood sprays from his leg, but the claw tears free and the hilt of Shadow’s weapon crashes into Phoenix’s ribs, throwing her over hard on her back, trying to catch her breath. Tim Marshal: Phoenix has earned five points. Bob: My god, that was almost something I didn’t ever want to see again. Jerry: C’mon Bob, you know Phoenix owes Shadow for this. Bob: Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Both wrestlers manage to get to their feet at the same time. Shadow is the first one to move, however. He swings low, causing Phoenix to sweep her claws toward his blade in a perfect parry. The man pulls the strike short, however, and Phoenix’s claws only clang together against each other. Shadow darts the tip of his sword forward while Phoenix tries to unjam her claws from each other, driving it into her other shoulder and creating the same type of wound. Before Phoenix can even blink, Shadow drops into a crouch, rolling forward between the girl’s legs. His foot lashes up mid roll, catching Phoenix hard in the stomach as he rolls under her. She doubles up and Shadow ends up behind her. He slices the backs of both her legs, then cuts a long wound in her back. The girl screams, whipping around to face him. Bob: Uh oh, it looks like Phoenix is done playing around. Jerry: Let’s hope so, so far she hasn’t been showing her best skills. I want to see that Shadow bastard lying on the ground crying his eyes out like the baby he is. Tim Marshal: Shadow now has six points, Phoenix has five. Phoenix shoots forward, claws flashing. Before Shadow can blink, two long wounds have appeared on either of his cheeks. Then his eyebrows begin streaming, causing blood to flow into his eyes. He wipes it away irritably, just as Phoenix backhands him in the stomach hard, her hand sinking in and the claws strapped there tearing his flesh. The man doubles over, then falls to his knees, coughing up blood from the force of the strike. He then topples to his face as Phoenix smashes both hands into the back of his head, tearing another wound by accident just below the sensitive spot on the back of Shadow’s neck. Tim Marshal: Phoenix now has eleven points. Bob: My god, she almost killed him! My god! Jerry: Bob, we’ve seen a lot worse than that. Shadow manages to pull himself to his feet. He whirls, his blade sliding against Phoenix’s claws. In a flurry of sparks, the two exchange strikes, Shadow mostly on the offensive while Phoenix parries and blocks with her tiger claws. Finally the two break, and Marshal has to visibly count how many wounds each has. Tim Marshal: Phoenix now has 12 points while Shadow… no… on a recount, the score appears to be a tie, 12 on 12. Bob: That was a hell of an exchange. Jerry: Man, look at all the blood covering those two. Still got 5 minutes left on the clock. Shadow begins to run toward Phoenix when suddenly his foot snags on something. He flies forward, slamming face-first down on the mat, his sword leaving his fist. Phoenix jumps on his back, slicing three brutally deep wounds, nowhere near a crippling point. Bob: What? What did… huh? Relic, why is she here? And what’s with the rope? Jerry: Hmm… she tripped Shadow. Wow, Shadow’s gonna lose cuz his own wife tripped him. Well, definitely been an interesting match. Shadow appears to be out cold, he is unmoving, bleeding from the nose. Tim Marshal: Phoenix now has 15 points, while Shadow has 12. After about 2 minutes have passed on the clock and the crowd is starting to get restless, Shadow finally stirs. He jumps to his feet, Phoenix having already gotten off his back. She leaps toward him, claws flashing. His katana is faster, however, and it bypasses the claws, cutting a long wound across her cheek. Bob: And Shadow’s back up! Jerry: C’mon Phoenix, just 2 minutes left! Shadow begins to run toward Phoenix again, but then Relic snaps the rope out again, this time swinging it around his neck. He slams down on the mat flat on his back, the rope pulled taught about his throat. Phoenix glares over at relic as Shadow tries to free himself. She is on the verge of leaping the ropes and breaking Relic’s hold, telling her that this is her match, when suddenly the bell rings. The match is over. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Phoenix, who won by getting 15 points, while Shadow only had 13! Phoenix’s hand is raised in victory. Bob: And Phoenix wins. But why? Why did Relic interfere? There’s just, no reason for it. Jerry: Is there any reason in what Relic does? Bob: … well… I suppose not… anyway, I guess we need to move on. Shadow glares at Relic, who simply walks away. With a look of intense confusion on his face, Shadow takes his kitana and leaves the ring, ignoring the EMT’s that attempt to intercept him on the ramp. Phoenix looks out at him, examining the work she has done. She then shrugs, collects herself, and leaves the ring, grimacing a bit as she moves. She too ignores the concerned-looking EMT’s. Jerry: Wow. They both just walked right past those EMT’s. Bob: Yeah, but I believe they both did it for different reasons. Shadow because he’s as confused as we are about what Relic did, and Phoenix because, well, she’s the kind of person who would want to tough it out. Jerry: Yeah. Well, um, anyway, I think we have a match to get to. Bob: Well we’ll get to that match shortly, but first, check out this preview of next week’s Edge. ( Edge Preview ) The scene cuts away from the arena, and shows what appears to be an enormous shadow. Voice: Next week, prepare to witness a battle that could change the very fabric of the SWA. The shadow resolves into the hulking form of Behemoth. He raises his arms into the air, and grins his evil grin. Voice: A battle that will shake its foundations, and tear at its roots. The image of Ironbite sitting in his Commissioner’s chair appears next to Behemoth. Voice: After this confrontation, the SWA may never be the same again. The image of Behemoth turns to face the image of Ironbite, and laughs its evil laugh. Voice: Behemoth! Ironbite! The SWA Commissioner Championship. It all happens next week. The two men stare at each other as the scene fades, then switches back to the arena. ( / Edge Preview ) Bob: Well that’s certainly something to, uh, look forward to. Jerry: Oh yeah! For once we agree! Behemoth will do things right once he’s commissioner. In fact, I’m certain the first thing he’ll do is give me a huge promotion. Bob: I sincerely doubt that. Well anyway folks, you can see that the pyramid structure has already been assembled, and the superstars are being instructed to enter specific cages. Two superstars a piece will enter the four cages on the bottom, and fight until there is a pinfall or submission. Those who win their matches will move up to the two middle cages, and the last two men will move to the top. This may very well be the most Xtreme match the SWA has ever seen. Jerry: I don’t know about that, Bob. It’s kind of tough to top that midnight mayhem match. Bob: Barbed Wire and Brimstone as well. Still, I think this one will come close. As Bob and Jerry are speaking, the competitors make their way into their cages. McGoldrick is joined by Ace, Trihorn by Kimo, Russell Brown by Chris Ross, and Sensei Shredder by Dennis Allen. Bob: Well, it looks like everyone’s ready to go here. Jerry: I think the one thing you should point out, Bob, is the one thing you haven’t said. Some of these guys have already been in matches tonight. They’re sure to be pretty rusty. Bob: That is indeed a good point, Jerry. And you’ve gotta thing those competitors have a much slimmer chance of making it through this thing. Jerry: Well no duh. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for the SWA Xtreme championship! The men in these four cages will compete, and the winners of those matches will go on to the two middle pages to compete once again. Following that, the winners of those matches will compete in a final match in the topmost cage. The crowd seems to be getting into things as Tim Marshal speaks, and the wrestlers seem to be getting antsy. Finally though, the bell rings, and things happen very quickly. McGoldrick charges Ace, succeeding in nailing him with a flying kick that sends him backwards and into the side of the cage. Trihorn charges full force at Kimo, taking the man off his feet after a series of brutal punches. Chris Ross floors Russell Brown with a flying clothesline, and finally Sensei Shredder succeeds in dodging out of Dennis Allen’s way as he tries to take him down. Bob: Things are starting off fairly quickly here. Jerry: I get the feeling it’s gonna be like that until the very end, Bob. Bob: You’re probably right about that. It’s difficult enough keeping track of this match as it is, there being eight participants and all. Ace hurries forward from the cage and McGoldrick goes for another martial arts kick, but this time Ace catches his foot, lifts him up by it briefly, spins him around, and slams him down on his face. Trihorn continues assaulting Kimo, taking full advantage of the element of surprise and not letting the man get up. Chris Ross picks up Russell Brown, and holds him by the legs, but in a slingshot position, not a powerbomb position. Russell Brown suddenly kicks his legs and, though he misses Ross’s face, succeeds in sliding out of his grasp. Sensei Shredder has continued dodging Allen for a time, and finally goes on the offensive, taking hold of the cage bars, leaping up, and nailing Allen with a quick series of kicks that has the man first staggering, then falling. Bob: Some incredible moves and counters being displayed here. Jerry: Yeah. And look at Trihorn! Poor Kimo can’t even get a word in let alone a wrestling maneuver. McGoldrick rolls and gets to his feet, staggering just a little as he does so. Ace waits for him this time. When McGoldrick approaches, Ace lunges. McGoldrick, however, moves out of the way, and Ace’s momentum carries him into the cage yet again. Trihorn has hauled Kimo to his feet and shoves him to the side of the cage. He then forcefully grabs his head, and slams it again and again into the side of the cage. Kimo’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he appears to be unconscious by the time Trihorn lets go. Kimo falls, and Trihorn goes for the cover. Referee Bob Thomas, the referee overseeing that cage at that time, counts. 1… 2… 3! The bell rings once to signify an elimination. Tim Marshal: Ladies and Gentlemen, Kimo has been eliminated! Bob: Wow. Just like that. Trihorn wouldn’t let up, and he got the first elimination. Jerry: No real surprise. I guess we won’t be seeing the Hustlers face off. Bob: I guess not. Trihorn’s cage door opens, and Kimo is rushed out of it. Trihorn is instructed to step out, and climb up to the first of the middle cages, which he does, still looking as angry as ever. Once he slides in, he straightens and moves to the far side, awaiting the one who will join him. Meanwhile, Ace has recovered from his trip into the cage, and he and McGoldrick are locked up. Ace wins this power contest, heaving McGoldrick into the air and nailing him with a backbreaker. Russell Brown is trading blows with Chris Ross, a contest he appears to be losing… until he connects with a vicious uppercut that knock’s Ross’s head back and into the cage. The two shots combined seem to have rendered Ross unconscious, and he falls forward slowly. Russell catches him, and with a look of near surprise on his face, rolls him up into a pinning combination. Bob: My god! Russell got lucky, and now he’s got the cover! 1… 2… 3! The bell rings once more, and Russell’s cage door is opened. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, Chris Ross has been eliminated! Jerry: Boy. This really isn’t the Hustler’s night. Bob: I’ll say it’s not. As Ross is being taken out and Russell begins climbing up to join Trihorn, we focus on Shredder and Dennis Allen, who are still fighting hard. Allen has made it back to his feet after the brutal series of kicks Shredder threw earlier, and now has Shredder in a tight headlock. Shredder is struggling against him, trying to get free, but is currently having no luck. Bob: Well there ya see Russell Brown joining Trihorn in that middle cage, and I guess for those two, part two of this match is about to begin. Jerry: I can hardly believe Russell made it this far, and judging from the expression on his face when he pinned Ross, he might not be able to either. Ace now really seems to have the upper hand on McGoldrick. He’s got him locked in a painful-looking figure four. However, as none of these cages are actually inside the ring, there are no ropes for McGoldrick to use to get a rope break. He eventually succeeds in breaking the hold, using all the remaining strength in his legs to do it. However, when he tries to stand, he limps badly. Meanwhile, Sensei Shredder suddenly slides his head through Dennis Allen’s arms, escaping from the headlock, and then delivering a vicious headbutt to Allen’s gut. Allen staggers back, and Shredder slams a boot into his jaw. Dennis Allen sprawls, just barely avoiding the same fate as Chris Ross, as his head misses the cage by mere inches. Jerry: Woe! That was a close one. Bob: Yeah, but even that boot to the face may be enough. Shredder may have him here. Trihorn and Russell have met in their cage, and Trihorn once again charges full-force. Russell avoids him, however, and Trihorn careens toward the cage. Somehow, though, he comes to a hault just before slamming into it. He turns, catching Russell Brown with a clothesline to the mouth that knocks him flat. McGoldrick is trying to battle Ace, but is having minimal success as he keeps wobbling and staggering for every punch he throws. He, of course, is not stupid enough to try a kick. Unfortunately for him, Ace takes advantage of one of his stumbles. He catches both of McGoldrick’s arms, lifts him, flips him upside down, and plants him with a powerful piledriver. Without hesitation, he moves into a pinning position. 1… 2… 3! Bob: Wow! McGoldrick fought hard, but that was just too much punishment. We have another elimination. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, McGoldrick has been eliminated! Jerry: Well, that’s three down now. Only five more left to go. Bob: Indeed. And one of those five is going to be our new SWA Xtreme champion. Jerry: Once again, we already knew that. McGoldrick, dazed but still conscious, crawls out of the cage under his own power once its door is open. Ace wastes no time in climbing up to the second cage, where he waits to see who will join him. Bob: And now we have participant number one of that second middle cage, and he’ll shortly be facing either Dennis Allen, or Sensei Shredder. Jerry: Bob, why are you even talking? You’re just stating the obvious. In the other middle cage, Russell Brown is on his feet. He and Trihorn lock up, a contest that Trihorn would surely win if that was Russell’s game, but it’s not. Russell breaks the lockup, and takes a swing at Trihorn’s head. Predictably, Trihorn ducks. However, Russell then catches Trihorn’s head in his other arm, and plants him with a DDT. Meanwhile, in the lower cage, Dennis Allen’s getting to his feet. Sensei Shredder, however, steps back a few paces, almost to the other side of the cage. When Allen gains his feet, he slumps back against the cage while he tries to regain his composure. He doesn’t seem to notice Shredder on the other side. Suddenly, Shredder charges across the cage, and nails Allen with a standing splash that crushes him against the steel. Bob: Bam! My god! He calls that move Ars Arcanum, folks, and boy did he nail it. Right into the cage! There may not be anything left of Dennis Allen now. Jerry: Ars Arcanum? Sounds like a special ability in a video game or something. Bob: Well regardless of what it sounds like, it was very effective. And Sensei Shredder is indeed going for the cover now. 1… 2… 3! Bob: He got him! Sensei Shredder moves on to the middle cage with Ace! Jerry: Which is, most likely, where his part in this match, perhaps his career, may end. Tim Marshal: Ladies and Gentlemen, Dennis Allen has been eliminated! The crowd cheers and Ace smiles slightly as Sensei Shredder begins climbing up toward the second of the middle cages. Bob: Well ladies and gentlemen, we’re at the halfway point. Four men remain, one of which is our current Xtreme champion. Will he be able to retain his title, or will one of these other three competitors be able to dethrone him? Jerry: Oh stop asking questions like the narrator in an old Superman show. Let’s just watch the match, and find out. Bob: Well wait a minute. Take a look at Russell and Trihorn’s cage. What’s he doing? Jerry: He’s going insane, that’s what. As Shredder is just getting into Ace’s cage, Russell Brown has begun climbing the inside of the cage he and Trihorn share. He reaches the top of it, and seems to be preparing to leap off. However, he doesn’t look back, and so doesn’t see Trihorn get to his feet. The crowd cheers as he steadys himself, then leaps off the side of the cage. He is immediately caught by Trihorn, who grabs him by the legs. Then, with an angry roar, Trihorn spins him fully around, and slams him into the cage head first. The impact jerks Russell’s head to the side, and he falls limply when Trihorn lets go of him. Bob: Wow! What a move by Trihorn! He caught Russell coming off the cage and… Jerry: And totally destroyed him. That’s right. Now pin him! Trihorn drops down into a cover. 1… 2… 3! Once again the bell rings, and Trihorn grits his teeth in angry triumph. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, Russell Brown has been eliminated! Bob: Trihorn’s going to the top! Trihorn’s going to the top! Trihorn is officially one of the competitors who has made it to stage 3 of this contest, and is now guaranteed a shot at winning the Xtreme championship! Jerry: Great. Grand. Wonderful. But he’ll be all alone up there until one of those two beats the living snot out of each other. As before, Russell is taken down from the cage by the EMT’s and hauled away. Trihorn makes his climb up to the very top cage, and looks down on Shredder and Ace as they square off. Shredder tries to start things off with a spinning kick, but Ace ducks it. Though he missed, Shredder manages to keep his balance. However, that balance doesn’t last for long. Ace attacks with a crushing blow to Shredder’s ribs, followed by a Russian Leg Sweep to take him down. It all happens very fast, and Ace stands up afterward, looking calm and cool as if he hadn’t done anything. Bob: Looks like Ace is going to try and outfox Sensei Shredder here. Jerry: Looks like it’s already working. Shredder gets stubbornly to his feet, and waits for Ace to make a move. Ace doesn’t. He simply stands there, looking calmly at Sensei Shredder. Shredder appears very uncertain suddenly, not sure how he should attack Ace. Out of desperation he suddenly leaps forward, raising one foot high and attempting to hit Ace with the Slicer. He is, however, unsuccessful. Ace catches his foot, then drops his other arm to take hold of Shredder’s other leg. He lifts him in the air this way, and shoves him forward, slingshotting him head first into the cage. Shredder’s body jerks with the impact, and he curls up as he falls to the ground. Bob: Oh my god! Sensei Shredder was just sent flying into that cage head first! Jerry: Well it’s not like that’s the first time that’s happened tonight. Bob: True, but I don’t think anybody flew into it with quite that much force. Did you see the way he just folded up after that impact? Jerry: Yeah, and now I’m seeing the way Ace is pinning him. 1… 2… 3! Once again, the bell rings. Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen, Sensei Shredder has been eliminated! Bob: There it is! We’re down to two! Ace is going to the top, and then he and Trihorn are gonna battle it out for the Xtreme championship. Jerry: You mean this match is almost over? Whew! Bob: Oh come on. You know you like this match. It’s Xtreme. Jerry: Well, uh… Yeah, I guess it’s not too bad. Bob: That’s what I thought. Sensei Shredder is hauled out, and Ace climbs quickly up to join Trihorn. Once Ace is inside the very top cage, he stands, turns, and faces Trihorn. The two just stare at each other for the moment. Bob: Oh boy. Looks like we’re having a stare down here. Jerry: No surprise there. These two are gonna fight until one of them can’t fight anymore. And one of them is leaving this crazy pyramid as the Xtreme champion! Bob: You are indeed right, Jerry. Jerry: Of course I’m right. When am I ever wrong? Don’t answer that. Predictably, Trihorn is the first to move. He rushes forward, no longer foolish enough to make an all-out charge. Ace raises his arms to block the incoming blows, but apparently he wasn’t ready for the force of Trihorn’s punches. His defenses are quickly broken, and he receives two quick shots to the head. These stun him for a second, but quickly recovers. Trihorn takes another swing, but Ace sends a knee into his gut, doubling him over. Another kick to his back knocks him down. Ace moves as if to stomp him, but Trihorn springs up and grabs his foot. With a twist, he sends Ace to one knee. Then, as Trihorn isn’t quite on his feet yet, he turns and headbutts Ace in the face, crushing his nose and knocking him backwards. Bob: Oh my god! Headbutt to the face! Did you see that? Jerry: More importantly, did you hear it? I think his nose is broken! Blood pours from Ace’s nose, which only serves as inspiration for Trihorn to stomp his face a couple times. Ace grunts in pain, and finally succeeds in rolling out of the way. Bob: Things are looking very good for Trihorn here. Jerry: Well duh. Stomping on your opponent’s face when that opponent has a broken nose is usually going to hurt that opponent more. Ace gets to his feet, staggering a little and clutching at his now blood-streaked face. Trihorn smiles and charges him confidently. However, Ace was, at least partially, exaggerating his injury. His hands lower suddenly and he shoves Trihorn backward. Trihorn goes staggering and stumbling into the cage. Ace lunges, catches Trihorn round the waist, then quick as he can so as to avoid a counter, performs his finisher, the Ace of Spades. Bob: The Ace of Spades! I don’t know where it came from, but it may’ve been Ace’s saving grace. Will it be enough to get the victory? Jerry: I don’t believe it. One moment he’s clutching at his face, and the next, Trihorn’s on the mat! Bob: Indeed. And now Ace going for the cover! 1… 2… 3! The bell rings three times, and Ace’s music begins to play. He stands, and now shows his real pain as one hand returns to his face. Tim Marshal: Hear is your winner, and still the SWA Xtreme champion, Ace! Bob: Wow! Ace went through all that, and still managed to retain his title! I don’t believe it! Jerry: Man, this guy’s Xtreme. First the Midnight Mayhem match to win it, and now this! Bob: I’ll have to agree with you on this one, Jerry. Ace really showed his dominance here tonight. That clever style of wrestling he employs worked perfectly for him. Ace climbs slowly down the pyramid and receives his belt, then hurries off, walking steadily for the most part, to the back. Trihorn comes to in the cage, and lets out an angry roar. He hurries down the pyramid, almost falling in his rage, and stomps off backstage. Following this, officials begin to disassemble the structure and move it out of the way. Bob: Well folks, believe it or not, we’re still not done. Up next, Ventor takes on the newly enraged Behemoth in a nontitle match. Jerry: Yeah. Let’s hope he can bust up the guy who might end up as our commissioner next week. Bob: I agree, Jerry. I agree. Tim Marshall: This match is scheduled for one fall! First coming to the ring, from Munich, Germany, weighing in at 530 lbs, Behemoth! Behemoth comes out with a mean look on his face, walking menacingly to the ring. There are no Fire works, 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. Bob: Look at this guy, Jerry. I truly believe he’s evil incarnate. Jerry: Nah. He’s a pretty cool guy most of the time. I just… don’t think he’d make a good commissioner. Bob: Pretty good guy? Jerry, this man’s never a pretty good guy. Haven’t you seen the things he’s done? Jerry: Yeah. Bob: Ugh. Tim Marshall: Next making his way to the ring, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 290 lbs, your SWA World Heavyweight Champion, Mark Ventor! As Ventor makes his way to the ring, orange pyros erupt from the stage. He begins to strut down the ramp, with his usual grin, getting a huge pop from the crowd. He slides into the ring, raising his hands in the air, to make his arms shaped like a "V." He jumps off and stares down his opponent. Bob: Well, looks like we're ready to get this match underway. Of course this is a non-title match, so even should Behemoth best Ventor tonight, he will not win the title. Although I'm sure it would put Behemoth in the line for a title shot. Jerry: I'm not so sure if that's what Behemoth is after. Bob: I'm not too sure I'd want to know what Behemoth is after, as long as it's not me I'm just fine. Jerry: I agree with you there, Bob. The ref motions for the bell, and both combatants come out to the center of the ring. Locking up, the size difference is obvious, even more so as Behemoth takes a hold of Ventor and physically tosses him into the corner. Behemoth almost immediately follows up by running toward the turnbuckle, intending a body splash, but Ventor rolls out of the corner to allow Behemoth to impact it hard. As Ventor is raising his arms in the shape of a V, in a minor celebration of sorts, Behemoth pushes out of the corner, seemingly unphased and turns back toward Ventor, waiting. As Ventor turns around Behemoth reaches out and catches him up in a bearhug. Bob: I wouldn't be the type to put Ventor out this early, but looking at him dangling up in the air like that, I wonder if even he can manage to get out of that hold. Jerry: I wouldn't count out Ventor yet, he's putting up a fight. Ventor is doing just that, he's slamming both hands down on the shoulders of Behemoth, but it doesn't seem to be having much effect, and his resistance is growing weaker as Behemoth seems to tighten his grip. Shaking Ventor around like a ragdoll, but after a few moments more of this Behemoth just . . tosses him down to the ground suddenly, and Ventor impacts the mat hard. Bob: You know, I really don't know what would make Behemoth toss him down like that. Jerry: I do, it looks like it hurt to me. Bob: Yeah, but he might have won. Jerry: Guess we'll never know. Behemoth starts over toward a turnbuckle, eyeing it as he stands at it. Then he steps over the ropes and starts to climb them slowly. Bob: This could be bad for Ventor. Jerry: Yeah, and he doesn't show any signs of getting up. As Behemoth makes his way to the top, he takes a moment to glance around before he leaps spread eagle for a flying body press, but Ventor rolls out of the way quickly, apparently he had been waiting just for that moment. Leaving Behemoth to perform the like of a belly flop onto the mat. He seems quite affected by that though as he grasps his abdomen after he hits. Ventor after standing back up moves to where Behemoth is and lifts up one of his legs, only to cross his leg over it and fall down with his own weight and the leg to the side. As Ventor stands up, intending to do much the same once more, Behemoth gets his other leg and kicks Ventor away . . and almost across the ring. Bob: What the hell is that? Jerry: What? The camera shifts suddenly, showing Corah rolling out from under the ring just as Behemoth is getting back up to his feet. Corah rolls into the ring, apparently carrying what looks like a spiked club. He approaches Ventor with it, only to have Behemoth suddenly move to stop him. Corah moves then though to strike out at Behemoth instead, striking out with the club at Behemoth's gut, sending the giant down. Though just as Corah is turning back toward Ventor, Behemoth is climbing right back up to his feet. Corah turns around, with a look of surprise, one that becomes all the more so as the club is snatched easily out of his hand. Then with a quick turn, Behemoth thrusts the club into Corah's gut, sending him reeling down to the mat. Behemoth then tosses the club out of the ring and goes for Corah's legs, lifting him as if preparing for the tenderizer, but as he begins to spin him, rather than bringing him to a turnbuckle he releases him to send him flying out and over the top rope. Bob: Well, I'd say Corah got a little more than he expected. Jerry: Yeah, a free all expenses paid flight, courtesy of Behemoth. As Behemoth is turning around, back toward Ventor all he sees is a left hook, just before it impacts the bottom of his jaw, actually lifting the big man off his feet, and down to the mat, the impact resounding almost. Immediately Ventor goes for the Ventornado, locking it in. Bob: Looks like this match is over. Jerry: Yeah, once it's on, it's as good as over for most. True to that, it's only on for a few more moments before Behemoth begins tapping the mat. The ref motioning immediately for the bell. Tim Marshall: Your winner, Mark Ventor! Bob: Wow. Behemoth just tapped! Jerry: I thought he didn’t feel pain. Ha! What a joke. Bob: Well Mark Ventor definitely got the victory, but some may argue that Stevie Corah’s appearance made that victory controversial. Jerry: Bah. Ventor had him the whole time. Bob: Well I’m sure we’ll be hearing from both men on that subject in due time, especially from Behemoth if he becomes commissioner. Jerry: Stop mentioning that! Ventor looks indiffereintly at Behemoth and exits the ring. Behemoth stands, then issues an angry roar. He kicks the turnbuckle hard, causing it to wobble, then exits the ring himself. Bob: Behemoth doesn’t look too happy. Jerry: Yeah. Everyone, stay away from him for the next few hours. Or days. Bob: Well, we only have one match left, folks. Jerry: You know Bob, I think that last match should’ve been the main event! I mean come on it had Ventor in it! Ventor is the SWA Champion! Bob: Yes Jerry but the title wasn’t on the line tonight and the SWA Women’s Championship is held in just as high esteem as the SWA Championship. Jerry: Not exactly..it’s a second rate title for all the little girls who can’t play with the big boys. Bob: That’s not true Jerry and I’m sure half the women on the roster will want to rip you apart for saying that as soon as they find out. Jerry: Well one good thing I guess..I’ll get to see Rachel tonight. Take it away..Timmay! Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWA Women’s championship! My Goodies by Siara hits the PA. Tim Marshal: Making her way to the ring….. Rachel pops up from the floor, head down. Tim Marshal: From New York, New York weighing in at five foot five and one hundred and ten pounds… She waits for the music to pick up and as she slowly rises to a stand, the crowd cheers. Rachel raises her head, holds her championship high and begins bobbing to the music. Tim Marshal: She is your SWA Women’s Champion, Rachel Kay! Jerry: There she is! The darling diva of the SWA, Rachel Kay! Who is going to be celebrating with me and NOT ALAN DRAKE after she retains her title. Bob: I don’t know Jerry, Alan said he had a surprise for her and he has yet to reveal it. I think you’re going to be going home alone tonight…AGAIN. Jerry: Shut up Bob… She begins walking down the ramp, swinging her hips and stepping to the beat. Finally, she reaches the ring, climbing in one leg at a time, and posing sexily on the top rope for a second. Finally she drops down, blows a few kisses to the crowd and holds up her belt once more before handing it to the referee and standing in her corner. Bob: Rachel seems extremely focused. There’s been a lot of issues surrounding this match. The return of Phoenix has seemed to be the catalyst. I’m not sure how far Phoenix is in Rachel’s head or if it’s a good thing… Jerry: I don’t like Phoenix but you have to admit Isabella seems to be up to something. That friendship was a little too quaint don’t you think? You know that song by Jamie Fox…I ain’t sayin she’s a gold digga..but she ain’t messin with no broke… Bob: Jerry! Don’t pull a Kramer! Jerry: It’s nigg AH Bob…niggA..not..nigg… Bob: ENOUGH! Tim Marshal: And the Challenger… To The Edge by Lacuna Coil hits the speakers as smoke envelopes the stage. Tim Marshal: From Palermo Italy, weighing in at five foot ten, one hundred and thirty five pounds….She is the diva of extreme…Isabella Pazzini! As the heavy guitar rift kicks in, Isabella appears and walks through. At the top of the ramp she raises her right arm up, stares at the ceiling, and then brings her arm crashing down to a pyro explosion at either side of the stage. She then walks down the ramp, waving at the cheering fans as she goes. As she reaches the ring, she climbs up on the apron and jumps over the top rope. She walks over to the turnbuckle at the far side, climbs onto the second rope, and raises her arm up in the air to more cheers. She then blows a kiss to the fans, then resides to her corner. Bob: Well for every bit of focus Rachel has, this woman can match it. Jerry: Oh come on if Phoenix could take her out so can Rachel. Bob: Well even in spite of that vicious attack by the bird of prey, Isabella seems to have come out of it with a different outlook. An outlook which wasn’t shared by a previous victim of the same attack. Jerry: Who? Bob: Cassandra Hurst.. Jerry: Who? The bell rings to start the match. Rachel and Isabella both circle each other, each woman waiting for the other to make the first move. Bob: Each woman assessing the other for weaknesses, looking for that first opening to make a move. Jerry: Ah enough already just go at each other! Isabella finally lunges toward Rachel and Rachel locks in a headlock. Isabella tries to get out of it by landing a few elbows to the side but Rachel just tightens the hold. Bob: And the match starts out with a little bit of technical wrestling. Jerry: From the SWA’s darling diva! Bob: Jerry, if she heard you say that she’d probably break your nose. Shut up and commentate. Isabella struggles for a moment before finally kicking Rachel’s leg out from under her and shoving hard with her bodyweight. Rachel is thrown off guard by this move and releases the hold in surprise as she stumbles to keep her balance. While Rachel is stunned, Isabella runs for the ropes and leaps up, stepping on the second rope and using her momentum to carry her up to the top rope where she leaps off, landing on Rachel. Bob: Oh my! What a move from Isabella! She saw an open spot and went for it..then she smelled blood in the water! Jerry: Shut up Bob what do you know about wrestling. Isabella got lucky..wait till Rachel gets up. The ref sees a pinfall opportunity and counts it as such as both women are laid out, Isabella on top of Rachel. 1.. Rachel kicks out and both women get slowly to their feet. Rachel strikes at Isabella twice. The first punch connects but Isabella grabs her arm and counters into an Irish whip. As Rachel comes back from bouncing off the ropes Isabella uses Rachel’s momentum to execute a scoop slam. Bob: What a move by Isabella..I have to say that as of right now the challenger is dominant and the women’s champion is hurting. Jerry: Bob what are you a Pazzini mark? Isabella takes this time to taunt a little which clearly offends the crowd. The woman looks offended so she flips off the fans. Bob: Look at that! She just flipped off the fans. Jerry: I totally agree with this move..I mean how can you blame her? Rachel is the most beautiful, talented and lovely woman in this federation. Not everyone can be the darling diva of the SWA, I don’t care if she didn’t get diva of the year..Only reason she didn’t is Phoenix just scares everybody. Isabella is no competition at all for Rachel. And she’ll find that out when Rachel gets up. So get up Rachel! Rachel spins as Isabella moves toward her, sticking her foot out and sweeping the feet out from under Pazzini. She then kips up and goes on the offensive, rolling over Pazzini and slapping on an ankle lock. Bob: Oh wow! What a move from Rachel! Could she have been playing possum? Jerry: I told you Bob and yes she was. Go Rachel go! Isabella screams in pain and claws at the mat, trying to get to the ropes which are just out of her reach. Rachel drags her back toward the center of the ring and locks it in tighter, yelling for Isabella to just give it up. Bob: I think the diva of extreme is in trouble here..She’s screaming in defiance but we may see her tap out right here. Jerry: Yeah just give it up Izzy! Why delay the inevitable? Isabella claws her way across the mat, the progress is slow and excruciating but somehow she manages to get to the ropes. The ref makes Rachel break the hold and Pazzini gets to her feet. She narrows her eyes at Rachel and once again begins to circle, a slight limp in her step. Bob: I think Isabella is angry, Jerry. This is an aggressive side we haven’t seen much in Rachel. Jerry: Who cares? It’s Rachel smelling blood in the water now! Isabella lunges once again at Rachel, with a flurry of lefts and rights. Rachel is able to block some of them but with whatever hand she blocks with the opposite hand of Pazzini seems to hit home, giving the challenger enough momentum to send Rachel staggering. Pazzini launches herself into the ropes, bouncing off of them and coming at Rachel with a kick which is blocked. Bob & Jerry: Oh no… The crowd seems to come alive in a roar as they all know what’s coming. Pazzini launches up, looking for the Enziguri. Rachel quickly drops the leg she was holding and blocks the other one reversing it into a Rocka-bye Baby. Bob: OH MY GOD! You can’t scout any better than that! Rachel knew what was coming…but wow the reflexes! Jerry: Down for the count..goodnight.. Rocka-bye Baby in the tree tops..when near Rachel Kay..my heart it does stop. Bob: Somebody save me!.....The ref is going for the count! The ref moves into position. 1… 2.. 3.. The ref motions for the bell and heads off to get the belt. Rachel gets slowly to her feet and the ref comes back in and hands her the SWA Women’s Championship. He raises her right hand in victory as she holds her championship high in the left. Isabella begins to stir and rolls slowly out of the ring. Tim Marshal: Here’s your winner and STILL SWA Women’s Champion…Rachel Kay! Bob: What a night! Jerry: What a women’s title match! Bob: What will Edge be like this week?..I’m Bob Maca… Suddenly Soulfire by 12 Stones hits the speakers and as the song picks up, white pyro explodes from the stage. Jerry: Oh my God that’s Alan Drake’s music! He’s not supposed to be here! Bob: Well he did say he had a surprise for Rachel…. Jerry: She doesn’t like him! Bob: That’s what your delusional mind thinks… Alan makes his way down the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope. He hugs Rachel and raises her arm once again in victory. Tim Marshal hands him the microphone. Jerry: Oh great. Now we have to listen to him talk? Get him out of there before he ruins the whole show! Bob: Uh, the show is over. Now shut up, and listen! Alan Drake: Rachel, I know that we've only been together for a short time but this short time has been the best time of my life. I don't ever want it to end an' I've never felt this way about anyone...So I've come out here tonight to take a leap of faith. He drops to one knee and pulls out the small square ring box and opens it. Alan Drake: Will you be Mrs. Alan Drake? Bob: Oh my god! Jerry: No! No! She’s gonna say no, Bob. She’s got to! Rachel looks up at Alan in shock. For a moment, she doesn’t move. Then, suddenly, she bursts into tears and flings her arms around him. Alan holds her by the waist as she leans down to put her face close to the microphone. Rachel: Alan… Oh Alan. Yes! Yes! God yes, I will! The crowd goes insane. Alan lets the microphone drop, and flings both arms around her. She hugs him equally tight, and the two share a lingering kiss, tears of joy running down both their faces. Bob: Wow. There it is, folks. Alan Drake has proposed to Rachel and… and she’s accepted. Jerry: Bob, is that a tear in your eye? I should be the one crying here. Something horrible has happened! Bob: Well, Jerry, it’s just that… Oh, nevermind. The two separate long enough for Alan to retrieve the ring and slip it onto Rachel’s finger. This only makes the crowd cheer louder, and the two embrace again. Bob: Wow. They look so happy. Jerry: Noooooooo! My world is crushed! My life is ruined! Bob: Shut up, Jerry. Shut up! You’re life’s not ruined! I don’t even see you shedding a tear over this! You don’t really care, and you never have. Jerry: Gese, Bob. Calm down. Bob: Well… (sighs alright. I’m sorry. I should be more professional about this. Still embracing, with the crowd cheering them on, the two manage to exit the ring together. Rachel’s belt has somehow managed to stay over her shoulder, so it was not left behind when they left. Bob: It’s a beautiful thing, Jerry. Jerry: (sighs) Yeah, I guess it is. Bob: I’m glad you admit it. Folks, I’m Bob Macatire, and he’s Jerry Sheppard. This has been one great pay per view. Tune in next week for SWA Edge. We’ll see ya then! |
