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The first thing we see is a shot of a bare wooden floor. A cockroach scuttles into the frame, and continues moving along, seeking some morsel of food. Voice: A cockroach. Such a small creature, but perhaps the most perfect example of evolution. Here is a race that doesn’t need to change, for they are already fully equipped to outlast every other. The voice pauses, and we see the roach slipping into a crack in the wooden floorboards. Voice: Whether something grows or shrinks, it is still evolving. Whether it forms sharp claws, or large blunt paws, that is merely the path evolution is taking. It is bound to happen, and cannot be stopped. The floor fades away, and is replaced by an SWA banner. Voice: Tonight, there is a chance that an extremely large change will take place. A chance that a new company owner will take power. We see a picture of Crystal Cole being superseded by one of Reynolds. Voice: We don’t have to like it. We don’t have to support it. But we do have to accept it, because evolution cannot be stopped. It cannot be avoided. Even if it is put on hold, it will eventually come to pass. And besides, Evolution is always taking place in both large and small ways. And so, regardless of our own feelings, we all have no choice but to give into the power… There is a pause, and then flashes of all the competitors participating in matches are shown. Voice: Of evolution. As soon as the last word is finished, Breaking Benjamin’s Had Enough begins to play with a crash of symbols and a low strum of guitar. We cut away from the still images, and into the arena, where pyros are exploding, and the crowd is roaring. The New Years Evolution banner flies high, along with another one simply wishing everyone a happy new year. We pan over the crowd as they gesticulate wildly, waving their arms, signs, or both, and then come to rest on Bob and Jerry. Jerry: Hello, and Happy New Year, folks. I’m Jerry Sheppard, and I’m sitting next to Bob Macatire, who is understandably not in the Holiday spirit. Bob: Right now, I’m here to do a job. You know it, upper management knows it. Jerry: I gotcha. No worries, Bob man. Let’s talk about the show tonight, shall we? We’ve got an Anarchy title defense which is, by the way, a triple threat, we’ve got some crazy, crazy, crazy match called the Devil’s Playground, and let’s not forget, the very ownership of this company is on the line tonight as Crystal Cole takes on Reynolds. Bob: It is indeed. But not complete ownership. Even if he wins, he will only own Crystal’s third. Jerry: Oh yeah. I guess that is true. Well, we had better… Get to what we have to show you backstage. Bob: You just heard about that, didn’t you? Jerry: No no, I already knew. Show us! The scene fades in on a black night sky. The wind blows the branches of a barren tree. Graves stand silently, many in disrepair. The camera pans along this scenery for a few moments before slowing to a stop as a hooded figure is seen standing alone in the graveyard, looking up at the night sky. Lich: Change is the only constant. Tonight is a night of change. A night of growth and adaptation. The beginning of a process wherein weakness is culled away, leaving only strength to remain. A night of evolution. Lich lowers his head, staring across the tombstones. Lich: But some changes are happening too suddenly. Faster than I anticipated. I've been given a choice. Adapt, or be cast aside. Lich returns his gaze to the sky, dark clouds beginning to gather and slowly block the stars. Lich: I have been distracted for too long. Debating, deciding... distracted. There's no time left for that. Tonight is the night I take action. Tonight I take the first step down a dangerous path. A path from which there is no turning away. Lich lowers his head solemnly and closes his eyes. Lich: And I intend to see it through to the end. Lich opens his eyes, a flash of lightning firing off at the same instant. Thunder booms through the night sky as the wind picks up, Lich storming off screen through the graveyard, his robe billowing in the wind behind him as he walks against it and into the darkness. We fade slowly back to the arena. Jerry: Wow. Uh, alright then. You do that, Lich. You see that path right on through. Bob: He still creep you out? Jerry: Yeah, he does. Bob: I wonder what sort of action he’ll take. Jerry: This is Lich. It could be anything. Bob: That’s probably true. Jerry: Anyway, let’s get to our first match. Bob: First up we have Michael Anthony Boyd taking on Kevin Hardaway. Jerry: Hopefully we’ll see some blood. Bob: But first I’m getting reports from back stage. Jerry: You this time? We cut to inside a locker room in the SWA Arena. Inside this locker room is SWA superstar, Damien Blood, and his manager, Angel. Angel: Don't worry about it. Damien Blood: But I do worry about it. And it is something that I shouldn't worry about. Angel: Well, look at it like this. You are a wrestler... Damien Blood: Yeah, so... Angel: So go out there and treat this match as though your life depended on it. Damien Blood: But my life does depend on it. Angel: No it doesn't. You can stand up to these people if you want to. Damien Blood: But what is the use? Maybe the wrestling world has passed me by? Maybe there is no room in the SWA for an innovative fresh character like me. Everyone thinks I have to fit a mould. Everyone thinks that I have to do this, or I have to do that. Everyone thinks that I should be reciting the passages of the bible, and destroying all those who defy me. Angel: Not everyone thinks like that. Damien Blood: Well, almost everyone does. But if they want to think like that, then fine...let them think like that. They want to say I'm crap, when it is them who bring new meaning to the word crap...let them. I know I am not the best, but at least I know I am better than them. Angel: Come on... Damien Blood: Forget it. Just forget it. I am going out to that ring tonight. I am going to compete in my match tonight. I am going to beat Simon Cagero's worthless ass...or, if what everyone thinks will I happen, I will go out to the ring, lay down, let Simon Cagero defeat me, then leave the SWA for good. Angel: Leave? Damien Blood: Yes, leave. If I don't want to conform to the normal way of thinking, I don't have to. And I am not going to be bullied into doing things the way some talentless bums think I should. If I am pressured, just once, into doing something that I don't want to do, then I am out of here. Gone. Now, I don't want to talk about it anymore...those talentless bums are probably listening in on this anyway and thinking that this doesn’t fit with who they think I should be. The cameras cut back to ringside. Jerry: When I said I wanted to see blood, I didn’t mean him. It sounds like someone’s throwing a hissy fit. Bob: That may well be, but Now we have a match to get down to. ( Kevin Hardaway vs. Michael Anthony Boyd ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. The lights immediately go out now inside the arena. Everybody officially goes ape crazy, because some know who it is, and the rest...well, they like when lights go out. They think it's cool, you know. As the lights are out, spotlights fill the arena, white ones...like lightning as the sound of thunder crackles along the PA system. More spotlights come as more thunder is played along the system. It's when guitars fill up and the following is heard. All of a sudden, the opening drum and guitar riffs of "Charisma" by W.A.S.P. kicks on the PA system as white smoke fills the entrance ramp. It's to the point where the white spotlights are strobing to the beat of the song. Tim Marshal: From Baltimore weighing in at 230 lbs. Standing at 6’1 KEVIN HARDAWAAAYYYYY Jerry: Hardaway better watch himself here, Bob, because Boyd has had an impressive run since his debut. Bob: Yes he has Jerry but Kevin is a veteran of the sport. The song finally kicks in, the strobe lights are going mad as out from the white smoke, is Kevin Hardaway, black hoodie on over his ring gear as he gives off a wicked smile to the crowd and walks slowly to the ring. He walks up the ring steps now and perches himself on top of the nearest turnbuckle, like a hawk ready to strike as the song reaches fever pitch. He keeps smiling to the crowd as he jumps off and leans against the turnbuckle, and takes off his hoodie...ready for battle. The opening drum beat of "Papercut" by Linkin Park fills the arena, followed shortly by the first guitar riff as the lights dim down and the stage fills with fog. Tim Marshal: From San Diego, California standing at 6'2" weighing235lbs this is MICHAEL ANTHONY BOYYYYDDDDD Bob: Boyd Comes from a wrestling family and seems to be doing the name proud. Jerry: That maybe Bob but that could end tonight. As the first verse begins, Michael Anthony Boyd emerges from the fog onto the stage with a big smile and a white towel draped around his neck. He holds his arms out to his sides as he looks around the arena, and begins his walk towards the ring, slapping five with fans along the way. Just before he hits ringside, he goes into a little jog and leaps up onto the apron, swinging himself around to look back out to the crowd while holding onto the top rope. He then steps into the ring and pulls the towel off of his neck, wipes his face, and tosses it out of the ring. The bell rings, and both men hook up jostling for position. Hardaway locks his arm around Boyd’s head, attempting an early DDT. Boyd counters by locking his arms around Kevin’s waist and lifting him up in to a release belly to belly. Kevin uses the momentum to carry him over performing a flipover neckbreaker. Bob: Nice set of counters there. Jerry: It looked like they were dancing, but I don’t want to see dancing. I want blood! Boyd hit’s the floor, and his body spasms from having his neck wrenched. While he is on the floor, Kevin quickly locks on a Dragon Sleeper. Boyd struggles, pulling himself up as Kevin continues to work his neck. He slowly starts to fade as he edges to the ropes. With his last ounce of strength he manages to grasp the ropes. The referee calls Kevin off, and he lets go reluctantly, shaking his head. Bob: Hardaway is working on that neck. Jerry: it’s a good plan. If he can’t move from the neck down, this match is over. Kevin lines up with Boyd’s head. He pulls his leg back to perform a snap kick but Boyd manages to have enough ring awareness to drop under it and take out Kevin’s knee with a tackle. Using a moment to regain his composure, Boyd locks Kevin in an arm bar. Hardaway grits his teeth as Boyd locks on the hold. Bob: Boyd’s back on top, nice arm bar Jerry: you’re getting excited by an arm bar really? Kevin manages to get a little leverage. He goes old school and pokes Boyd in the eyes. Boyd releases the hold, allowing Kevin to get back to his feet, and the two start trading blows. Kevin gets the upper hand using a variation of palm strikes and kicks forcing Boyd in to the corner. He grabs Boyd’s head and bounces it off the turnbuckle. As Boyd seems dazed, Kevin steps back and attempts a corner running knee. Boyd jumps out of the way as Kevin hits the ring post. When he turns, he’s met with the educated feet of Boyd who hits him with a shining wizard. The kick knocks the spit from Kevin’s mouth and bloodies his teeth. Bob: There’s Blood, Jerry. Jerry: Come on, Bob. It’s hardly worth it. I’ve seen more blood watching Saturday morning cartoons. As Kevin turns he gets caught by Boyd who picks him up and hits him with an inverted atomic drop. Kevin rolls away, and as he gets to his feet, Boyd charges forward, trying to hit a high cross body. Kevin Catches him and turns it in to a spinning sit out power bomb, driving him down hard in to the mat. Kevin goes for the pin. Bob: power bomb! That could be it. ONE Jerry: Yeah, and Steve could pass a table of donuts. TWO Bob: This may be a close call. THRRR Kick out by Boyd. Kevin looks annoyed as he pulls Boyd back to his feet. He Irish whips Boyd in to the ropes who uses the momentum to perform a sunset flip, rolling Kevin up in to a pin. Bob: Sun set flip, nice reversal. ONE Jerry I think that took Hardaway by surprise. TWO Kick out, Boyd gets up looking angry. He scoops up Kevin, hitting a German Suplex. Kevin’s body bounces across the ring and Boyd climbs to the top rope Jerry: Where is he going? Bob: I don’t know but this could be bad for Hardaway. Boyd comes off the ropes hitting a perfect hurricanrrana throwing Kevin in to the ropes. Boyd quickly gets back to his feet and starts to stalk Kevin. Bob: The Final Cut. Jerry: Where? I don’t see any blood. Hardaway pushes himself off the ropes, and back to his feet. As he turns around, Boyd jumps up, grabbing Kevin's head and driving his knees into his face. Bob: OH MY GOD! He just hit The Box Office Smash! Jerry: What? Is Emilio Estevez back again? Boyd quickly makes the pin, the referee hits the mat. ONE Jerry: This looks like its over Bob. TWO Bob: I think your right Jerry. THREE Tim Marshal Your winner by pin fall MICHAEL ANTONY BOYYYYDDDDDDD The referee raises Boyd’s hand as we cut over to Jerry and bob. Jerry Sheppard: Well, that was a good match, and I’m not lying, but ladies and gentlemen, I'm being told now that Skyfall's own Calvin Saunders is backstage with a man who calls himself the hottest rookie sensation since Lebron James in Eli Young. Bob: Eli who? The scene cuts backstage to where Calvin Saunders is standing in front of the SWA logo dressed in his best suit and tie for the event. He looks up at the camera and smiles before he begins.. Calvin Saunders: Hello folks I'm Calvin Saunders and I'm standing here with a man who calls himself the hottest thing since hot coco in Eli Young... Eli Young steps into view of the camera dressed in a pair of torn jeans, a black wife beater, and a kum and go trucker cap with some old aviator glasses on a crooked smile on his face.. Calvin Saunders: Now Eli, everyone here at the Skyfall corporation have been asking all week who are you and why.. why are you here? Eli's expression suddenly goes from one of glee and joy to one of sternness and complete seriousness… Eli Young: Who.. Who am I? Are you fucking kidding me you pocket protector wearing, coke bottle glasses loving, Freud wanna be.. I am none other than the true main attraction, the innovator of everything that you see before you today, I am "The Future" Eli Young. Eli Young: Now I guess the next question you had is why is Eli Young showing his beautiful face around this piece of trash known as Skyfall Wrestling? Well it's quite simple Calvin. You see I received a phone call from an old friend in Shane Clemmens and Shane said to me he said. Eli now changes position a little bit to an almost Macho Man like stance as he begins to speak again.. Eli Young: Eli, it's Shane. Of course as you can imagine by this point due to advances in modern technology and shit I knew who the hell it was. I said I know. He said Eli I need you to come keep me company in this place it's called Skyfall Wrestling. I said ok and I packed my bags and headed for the place I would swear the Beverly hillbillies originated from. I mean seriously upon arrival here I was greeted by some faggot in a cheap suit and then I took a look around and you know what I saw Calvin? Calvin Saunders: No, no Eli I don't, but I do take offense to your comment. Eli Young: Whatever monkey boy. I looked around the Skyfall corporation and I saw a bunch of washed up has beens, a bunch of wanna be's, and quite a few never will be's. Now I know I probably don't need to break this down as to who is who because quite honestly you fans out there all know who the hell I'm talking about in all of the above categories. However, me being the man I am I do have to address one person... Well two actually you see when Shane called me after all the bullshit and drama he got to the point and he told me he said... "Eli, there's this guy they say is pretty damn good. He's a triple champion and he's the biggest damn dog in the yard his name is Larell." Eli now shifts slightly as he counts 1..2..3.. on his fingers a couple times and then shakes his head.. Eli Young: You know Calvin holding one damn championship in a place is impressive but a triple champion yes count 'em folks that's 1..2..3.. titles at a time. I mean seriously who's pussy is this dude licking and why the fuck ain't he sharing with Eli Young? I mean seriously come on, Larell. Get your tongue and your dick out of the boss' cookie jar and go out on your own and lets take us a look at how big a boy you really are. You know and I know that without your little secret recipe for success you ain't nothin more than a run of the mill tattooed, didn't graduate high school, McDonalds grill boy. Now if you wanna prove me wrong son you know where to find me it's not that hard you just follow the bread trail to the ass kicking your mommy never would give you because she was too scared your hillbilly daddy would bitch slap her again. Mind you she probably deserved it but that's another story all together. So are you gonna put up or are you gonna be the bitch you always are and shut up? Eli now attempts to get serious again a feat which eludes him as he can't stop laughing.. Eli Young: McDonalds grill boy... who the hell writes these insults? Oh wait that'd be me wouldn't it... Oh well moving on.. Now to wrap this thing up tighter than the hooker that your momma bought you for Christmas there Calvin I'm going to say this in a stern warning to everyone on this mother fucking corporation's payroll. I'm Eli Young and I'm here for two reasons to kick ass and fuck cheerleaders unfortunately I ran out of cheerleaders last night... So you do the math I 'm outta here.. With that Eli walks out of the picture shoving Calvin into the logo and over some trash cans. The cameras cut back to Jerry and Bob. Jerry: Jeesh. That guy doesn’t know… anything. Bob: No, he surely doesn’t. And it’s a shame to go into a company like that. But it’ll be his undoing, not ours. Jerry: Yep. I would like to see him take on Larell, and then make those remarks. Bob: Larell’s probably laughing even now. Jerry: Either way, we have a match to which we should move on. Bob: Indeed. A match with a seemingly uncertain participant, as we saw earlier. Jerry: Yeah. It had better be good. Tim, you wanna… Hold on for just a moment? We have...another thing to show you all. Bob: Well, this night’s kickin off to a great start. The cheers and screams of fans are muffled in the backstage area as the camera turns to show a man in a brown UPS uniform from behind. The delivery guy walks up to a door marked "Brad Jackson" and knocks three times before setting down a package wrapped in glittery Christmas paper. Atop the package is a large crimson red bow with a note attached. The UPS delivery guy knocks again before leaving the scene. Shortly after that the door opens up as Jackson sticks his head out. Jackson looks back and forth down the hallway before looking down at the present at his feet. To this he raises an eyebrow. Jackson: Uh, Christmas is over. Jackson picks up the package and quickly rips off the wrapping paper. Before opening the box, Jackson holds it up to his ear and shakes it a few times. Jackson: Ugh, clothes. Jackson pulls the top off the box and reaches inside. Jackson: Uh. The box falls way from the present inside which appears to be a t-shirt. On the back of the shirt it reads in crimson red font "Eat a Dick." Jackson flips the shirt around to look at the back and reveals the picture of Shane Clemmens along with "DIRTY DOG" in crimson red across the front of the t-shirt. Jackson: Well I'll be. Jackson looks back up and down the hall one more time before disappearing back inside his locker room as the door slams shut. Seconds after that, crimson red smoke begins to rise out of the box. The screen goes black as the camera man begins to cough on the smoke. In large crimson red font the words appear: "NEXT WEEK, SWA MATURES." That is followed by a flash of the letters: "N$V" Renegades of Funk by Rage Against The Machine can be heard as the letters fade and suddenly cut to static. Jerry: Huh. What was that about? Bob: Apparently someone else is coming to the SWA. That’s the impression I got. Jerry: Well duh, Bob. That’s not what I meant. Seems like a strange, and very simple reaction from a guy like Jackson, don’t you think? Bob: Hmm. I hadn’t thought of that. Jerry: Well, we don’t have time to think on it any further, because we really, really have to get to… What? You’re kidding me. We have another thing we have to show first? Look. I saw Aggression this week, and Reynolds is NOT controlling this show. So what’s going on, Brandon? Bob: Just get to it. Jerry: Fine. The scene opens backstage, in front of Simon Cagero’s dressing room. One can hear a repeating thud against some hard object, followed by a scream. The door opens, suddenly, as Simon barges out of the door. Simon: Son of a FUCKING bitch, why did he have to get her involved? He pushes the camera out of the way. Simon: Why did he have to piss me off? Simon punches the wall, hard, as he continues to walk down the hallway Simon: All I wanted to do is something I love; all I wanted to do was wrestle. But no, Damien didn’t want that to happen. He wanted to make it personal. He wanted me to go beyond my mother fucking limits... Well, I suppose... Simon stops, and starts to laugh. Simon: I suppose I can’t blame him. Simon shakes his head. Simon: After all, he’s a fucking idiot. He doesn’t know any better, the fucking piece of shit. All he knows how to do is hit, that’s all... But that’s okay; bones heal... Simon starts to laugh, again, this time harder Simon: However, minds don’t... and I will show him exactly why you don’t mess with Simon Cagero, why you don’t involve the personal life of someone so unstable... Simon brings his fist up to his mouth, before continuing walking down the hallway, making note of the stage hands. Simon: See, this is what normal people do; they don’t attack people that can’t defend themselves, because they think it’ll make their promo better, or more exciting. Simon continues walking, until he sees one of SWA’s interviewers, Doug Ferris. He walks up to him, and grabs him by the scruff of the shirt. Simon: Does this make you comfortable? Simon stares Doug in the eye, a half-smile across his face. Doug doesn’t answer. Simon: Well, Doug... DOES IT?! Simon drops Doug, before he kind of laughs Simon: Sorry, I was just seeing if you agreed with Damien’s methods. Doug: Of course I don’t. Didn’t he attack Ciara? Simon lunges past Doug, and punches a wall again. He settles down immediately afterwards. Simon: I guess it’s over with now... Nothing I can do about it. Doug: I see... Simon closes his eyes, and breathes in deeply. Simon: I guess there is no other choice for me, though. Simon opens his eyes, before running his hands over his face. Simon: He preaches the darkness; he believes that the evils speak volumes... He wants to feel the purity of the darkness, the pain of the world... He wants the world to understand him; he wants people to understand... Doug nods. Simon: But there isn’t any understanding of such a man. How can one seek to understand a man that won’t go out to understand others? It’s a simple concept; it’s a reality he needs to believe in. Simon lowers his head. Simon: That’s what I believe, anyway.... Seek to understand, before being understood; one cannot play the hypocrite in this world; one cannot stand idly by, and expect things to be crystal clear... Most of all, one cannot try to invade someone’s life, in a quest to be understood. Simon takes another deep breath Simon: The harming of a child, is that what we’re resorting to? Well, I guess I’ve done no better, I’ve hurt your mind, which seems to be younger in years, Damien, but to lash out, to try to make me angry in the match of your life? Simon sighs... Simon: You truly want to lose... You really want to be Silenced by someone that nobody can understand... And it’s funny, too; you believe you have the edge, by taking out Ciara... See, I can control my emotions; I’m a little ticked, yes, but my mind is still clear. Simon smiles. Simon: Where as yours, Damien, is clouded with anger, and frustration; you’re doubting yourself, because you’ve allowed me to get into your head, you’ve allowed me to toy with you, just like I said I would... And why? I’m not really sure why you would do such a thing, Damien, but regardless, you did. Simon puts his arm over Doug’s shoulder. Simon: Don’t worry, Doug-ee, I’m not going to hurt you, I just wanted to perform an experiment. Now, can you see where I come from here, why I believe that Damien’s not going to last? Doug nods his head. Simon: You see that I broke his mind, and soul; and now there’s one thing left. His body... The Silence holding it together, making it whole, after the complete massacre I’ve unleashed on him. Now, it’s time to Simon takes his arm from around Doug’s shoulder. Simon: Break it... Simon: Break the Silence... Simon starts walking towards the stage area as the camera cuts to the announcers table. Jerry: Good lord. You’ve gotta believe that, after what we saw from Damien earlier, he’s really, really in for it. Bob: Damien? Jerry: Yes, Damien. Simon’s out to kill him. Bob: Well, Damien did attack the only woman Simon cares about. Jerry: Which of course, brings us to the point I’ve made so often recently. Once more, a woman will be the ruination of two more men. Bob: Wow. That serious, eh? Jerry: You know I feel that way. Now let’s get to the match. Tim? ( Simon Cagero vs. Damien Blood ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
I'm One Step The lights start to flicker as "Pardon Me" by Staind plays throughout the arena. The fans rise to their feet, upon this momentous occasion. The music dies down a little, as a voice comes over the speakers Simon: LAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Simon Cagero walks out from the backstage area, wearing ripped jeans, and no shirt. Simon: Are we ready.... Simon walks to the edge of the stage, a smile across his face. He scans the arena Simon: To get.... Simon looks down, toward his feet, before taking a deep breath, and continuing Simon: A LITTLE WASTED?! The fans cheer, as loud as they possibly can. Simon: This little piece of work, coming to the ring, hails from New York City, but don't worry boys and girls, he's not out to steal your wallet. Simon starts to walk down the ramp, while holding his arms out, and spinning around. Simon: He also weighs a whopping 195 pounds! Simon reaches the end of the ramp, and stops Simon: I am proud to announce... The smile fades, as he walks to the stairs on the outside of the ring, and climbs up Simon: The most Wasted Man on the SWA roster.. He turns around, on the top stair, and holds the microphone close to his mouth Simon: SIIIIIIIIIIMON CAGEEEEEEEEEEERO! Fireworks fall from the rafters, in a shower of gold. He tosses the microphone aside, as he jumps into the ring, bouncing around a little, awaiting the start of the match. Jerry: He does his own ring announcing? Poor Tim. Bob: I didn’t realize it either. Jerry: Tim already says so little throughout the day. And now Simon’s just taking work from him. Good thing he’s not paid by the word. Bob: Ya know, it was amazing he was able to give us that entrance, given his attitude only minutes ago. Jerry: Yeah, I suppose. Tim Marshal: And his opponent… The lights in the arena dim, and a hush comes over the crowd. Crazy Little Voices, by Ra, starts to play across the PA, as red and orange lights start to flicker across the arena. The main guitar riff begins, and a row of 8 foot high flames start to shoot up from the edge of the stage, in continuous bursts every second. He walks up to the stage then signals for someone to cut his music as he walks back towards the curtain to grab a microphone. Damien Blood: Cut the music. Cut these bullshit lights and pyro. Cut it all. The lights in the arena return to normal and then the pyro stops. Damien Blood: Simon Cagero, you said some bullshit stuff…just like some of the other assholes in the back there. I am my own person. I do and say what I want. I don’t care about people saying I should be doing this, or I should be doing that. Tonight, it is just you and me in that ring. If you are ready to compete against the real me, and not what you and the other assholes are trying to turn me into then lets get it on. Damien Blood runs down the ramp towards the ring and slides into the ring through the middle. Right after he gets in, the ref restrains Simon from attacking him before the bell finally rings. DING DING DING At the instant the bell rings, Simon is seen running towards Damien and hits a Lou Thesz Press hitting quick lefts and rights to the face. Damien is seen having trouble covering up as the ref starts counting for him to break it up. One… Two… Three… Four… He reluctantly stops then turns around to look at the ref in frustration. Bob: looks like Simon didn’t want to wait for the match to start… Jerry: Can you blame him? Especially after what happened to Ciara, you’d want that guy dead too. Bob: True…the good thing is that Simon is better at controlling his anger than others. The ref continues to scold him letting him know about the closed fist punches as Damien begins to get up slowly, still feeling a little groggy from the punches. He sneaks up behind Simon and applies an elevated double chicken wing. Simon is heard shouting no continuously at the ref once he does get closer. Damien continues to hold on to it until Simon nearly passes out, he then lets him go and tosses him forward. His face bounces off the canvas as Damien looks down at him with a smirk on his face. He walks over towards Simon and kicks him on his side flipping him over. He then places a foot on his chest and demands that the ref count as Simon is seen grimacing. One… Two… Shoulder up! Bob: Whoa, what has gotten into Damien? Jerry: I’m wondering that myself, I’m beginning to wonder if that speech was going to make him snap or not…now we’re seeing it. Bob: Snapped? He’s tossing Simon around like a rag doll! Damien looks at the ref in surprise and then shakes his head in Simon’s direction. He lifts up by the throat into a double handed choke slam position. Simon swings forward and kicks Damien in the chest then falls down catching Damien with a DDT along the way. Simon starts crawling towards the ropes while Damien is seen knocked out. Once Simon reaches the ropes, he leans on them to catch his breath. Damien is seen barely starting to get up and he looks at Simon with a smirk on his face. He runs forward attempting to hit a big boot, only for Simon to duck down and for Damien to land on the top rope in a seated position by the time he stops. Simon takes advantage and jumps landing a spin kick to Damien, which sends him to the outside. Bob: Holy crap, that was a hell of a counter there by Simon. Jerry: Feeling bad for Damien at the moment, did you see how he landed there? Bob: Haha, yeah I’m sure Ciara got a kick out of that too. Simon looks onto the outside with a smile on his face and then runs towards the opposite ropes. He jumps onto the ropes and hits a hurricanrana sending Damien towards the barricade! The crowd erupts into cheers as Simon sits up smirking in their direction. The ref begins the count… One… Two… Simon stands up and then squats down looking at Damien trying to get up. He keeps taunting for him to get up and then runs forward hitting a shining wizard right onto the barricade busting him open! Bob: That was SWEET! Jerry: YES! Blood! About damn time, that looked sick! Bob: Bet you Damien is started to regret his actions towards Ciara after that. Jerry: Doubt it, this guy’s a monster…even the way he acted towards her, you could tell it was intentional. Three… Four… Five… He gets up and runs towards the ring. Six… Seven… He slides under the ropes then slides back out restarting the count. He then runs back towards Damien who is still knocked out. Bob: He barely was able to beat the 10 count. And thankfully, because this bastard isn’t getting away with it that easily. Jerry: Bob? Bob: What? He brutally attacked a minor, he got what’s coming to him, good riddance. Jerry: I guess… He lifts him up and then whips him towards the ropes, which he hits with his stomach and then falls back down. One… Two… Three… Four… He follows quickly behind him and then lifts him up rolling him under the ropes. He pulls him a few feet from the ropes and goes for the cover. One… Two… Kick out, and a powerful one at that which sends Simon flying back a couple of feet! Bob: Whoa, even after all that Damien was STILL able to kick out! Jerry: I’m as surprised as you are…once I saw him busted open I thought it was over. Simon looks at Damien in awe of his power while the crowd yells two with the ref. Damien crawls forward a couple of feet still feeling groggy not knowing where he is. Simon runs forward attempts another shining wizard all for Damien to catch his foot and deliver a dragon screw. He quickly transitions it into a single leg Boston Crab as Simon is heard yelling no at the ref in between yells of pain. Simon tries to crawl towards the ropes but Damien pulls him right back towards the center. Simon falls back down and continuously yells no at the ref. He attempts to lift himself once again and crawls over towards the ropes. Damien is growing frustrated with every passing inch while the crowd’s cheers increase. Simon finally is able to reach the bottom rope with both hands, but Damien won’t let go. He keeps it locked in while the ref starts the count… One… Two… Three… Four… He reluctantly lets go then turns around to argue with the ref. Bob: You gotta admire Simon’s will to fight, how much more damage can this guy take? Jerry: As much as is necessary, Bob…I’m sure Simon wants to end this on his terms, Damien won’t have the chance to embarrass him after that. Simon uses the ropes to slowly get up and lean on them while catching his breath. When Damien turns around he sees Simon leaning on the ropes again. This time he walks over and delivers a pair of knife edge chops to the chest. Simon barely manages to not flip over by grabbing the ropes. He turns around and returns the favor with a set of knife edge chops which he finishes with a European uppercut and an Irish whip to the other side. On the rebound Damien tries to hit a clothesline on Simon but he ducks and hits a crucifix hurricanarana that sends Damien flying over the ropes again! Simon barely manages to hold onto the ring ropes and stands on the apron with a smirk on his face. He jumps and lands a moonsault onto Damien perfectly! Bob: Unbelievable, this guy is awesome! Jerry: SWA hit the jackpot by signing Simon Cagero, I can’t wait to see more of this guy. He once again picks him up by the hair and tosses him to the inside before the ref can even get to three. He drags him a couple of feet away from the ropes before placing one foot on his back and grabbing his arms. The crowd cheers in anticipation as he hits the Curb Stomp! Jerry: Yes! The Curb Stomp! Bob: Thank God, that prick got what’s coming to him. He goes for the cover… One… Two… Three! Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, Simon Cagero! Simon goes to celebrate on the top turnbuckle embracing the cheers around him. He repeats on the other turnbuckle lifting his right arm to the air. Right as he’s jumping off, Damien spears him right onto the turnbuckle and starts mudhole stomping him. The ref forces him off and then he looks at the ref in frustration. He goes to grab a microphone from the ring announcer and looks at the ref in a pissed off mood. Damien Blood: I have had enough of this. I have had enough of this bullshit. SWA, you have mocked me for the last time. Damien Blood drops the microphone, and looks up to the skies. A huge lightning bolt comes from almost out of nowhere, and strikes Damien Blood down. A huge plume of smoke surrounds Damien Blood, and when the smoke clears, Damien Blood is nowhere to be found. Bob: Could we have a show WITHOUT something weird happening? First this Thomas vampire guy asking Christi McFarland out, and that whole wall of flames thing, and now this? I’m beginning to wonder if we’re in some Friday the 13th movie. Jerry: Haha, definitely. I’m just hoping he’s being honest and actually leaves. Talk about a sore loser, attacking Simon from behind. Maybe this guy belongs in an asylum instead of actually wrestling. Bob: After all the crazy people that have entered these doors the past few months, I highly doubt it. Simon gets to his feet, looks around, shrugs, and at last leaves. Jerry: Well, as good, and weird, as that match was, we really do have to move on, as it turns out. Wanna know why? Because we keep wasting all this time on things happening backstage! Bob: Well, uh, Jerry, it looks like we won’t be moving on just yet. We’ve got another one. Jerry: What? And they didn’t tell me why? Bob: They thought you’d just yell at them. Jerry: Oh I’ll yell at them. I’ll… Nevermind. Just show it. The scene returns to the same graveyard where Lich was last seen. Rain falls as the camera pans slowly along the ground, near the bases of graves. Two voices are heard off screen; Lich and a female speaker. He voice sounds unfocused and distant. Female: Good. Very good. Lich: Shall I continue with you? Female: No. There is no need to continue this display. As the camera pans, it passes over a blood soaked hand flopping out from behind a gravestone. Lich: What was the meaning of this? The camera continues, revealing several bodies lying against tombstones. They are draped in blood soaked robes, blood staining several of the graves they've been propped up against or cast onto. Female: This was a test. As the camera continues, the ground of the cemetery is simply drenched in blood from the bodies strewn about, the rain doing little to wash it away. There are a few freshly smashed headstones, and several cracked heads spilling fresh red blood upon the dirt. Lich: A test? The camera stops panning as it reaches a circle of fallen bodies, all bleeding heavily as they rest limply against headstones. Female: My master felt it was important to make sure he'd chosen wisely. In the past, you have shown tenacity, ambition, and cunning, and even bested him in combat. But he wasn't certain you were up to this task. The camera slowly begins to tilt upward, revealing the two speakers' legs standing in the center of the ring of fallen bodies. Lich: Understandable. My focus has been divided recently. I can see why he would want to test me. The camera continues to tilt upwards, revealing that Lich himself is soaked in blood to the point of dripping red as the rain hits him. His face and that of whom he is speaking to remain out of the frame, however she is wearing the same robes that every bloodied body in the graveyard was wearing. Female: It is not only your focus my master wanted to test. The female takes a step forward and raises a hand, the camera rising to show her slide a fingertip along Lich's neck and chin, lifting his chin slightly. Female: He had to test your desire. He needed to know that you wanted this. And he wanted you to know something of his own needs. The camera tilts up to reveal the faces of Lich and the same young woman who announced Thomas von Karstein's burial on edge a few weeks ago. Lich's face stoic, blood spattered and forming trails from his lips to his chin. Lich: And have I passed? The Speaker smiles slightly, her eyes and voice still distant. Speaker: Yes. Lightning flashes and thunder echoes throughout the night as the rain falls harder and the scene fades slowly to black, then back into the arena. Jerry: Well, I guess the weird things for the night aren’t quite over yet, eh Bob? Bob: Indeed. I don’t know exactly what all this talk is hinting at, but something big is going down here. I can feel it. Jerry: Well, speaking of going down… Look up. The lights in the arena begin to flash in a strobe effect as the cameras in the arena all lock on the giant domed steel structure that is slowly being lowered to the arena floor. The square cut out in the center pentagon of the solid floor slowly lowers over the ring and ominously comes to a rest on the arena floor. Bob: Folks here we go! The Devils Playground is slowly lowering to the floor and we are about to witness what I believe to be possibly one of the most demonic matches of all time! Jerry: Bob, I think tonight you and I are in complete agreement. And I think its safe to say that we both wish a certain superstar to win here tonight! Once it reaches its resting position the camera view looks around inside of the demonic structure, panning around the inside of the contraption. The five vaults are shown as well as the black boxes being placed and secured by ring techs as Tim Marshall is now seen standing next to Bob and Jerry at the announce position. ( Steve Evans vs. Shane Evans - Devil's Playground ) Tim Marshal: Ladies and gentlemen the following is the first ever Devils Playground Match! The only way to win this match is via pin fall, and the loser will be forced to leave the SWA for good! The bell rings as the fans begin to cheer loudly as they anticipate what this match can entail. Tim Marshal then makes the introductions of the two participants that will be put through hell on this fateful night. Tim Marshal: Introducing first. He hails from St. Louis, Missouri. Weighing in at 238 pounds, this is Steve Evans! “Different Than You” by The Exies begins to play as Steve comes walking out through the curtain in jeans and boots. He wraps his wrists and hands in tape as he slowly makes his way down to the structure looking up at the colossal design. He stands in awe of the structure that his brother designed before slowly making his way up the steps and through the steel barred door. Bob: It looks like Steve Evans is a bit intimidated by this structure Jerry. Can't say I blame him much… Jerry: You said it Bob, this thing is huge! And what I want to know is what the hell is in those boxes! Bob: I got a feeling with the name The Devils Playground, it may just be Hell in those vaults, Jerry. And that is a very likely possibility. He steps foot into the playground and slowly walks around looking at the vaults, and then makes his way over to the ring stepping inside of it and climbs the corner and poses to the fans as boos rain down over him. A “You Suck” chant begins to fill the arena as dose “We Want Shane”. The fans don’t have to wait long as Steve’s music dies down and silence once again fills the SWA Arena. Bob: Well it seems the SWA fans don’t have much love for Steve Evans. Jerry: Well when you don’t give the fans love, they aren’t really going to go out of there way to cheer for you. It’s wrestling 101 Bob. Tim Marshal: And the challenger. Weighing in at 235 pounds, hailing from Cape Girardeau, Missouri; Shane Evans! Bob: This is what the fans have been waiting for since the match was made! Jerry: And this is the guy who is fighting for the survival of the SWA! Bob: How do you figure Jerry? Jerry: A guy like Steve Evans is a cancer, Bob! And Shane Evans is the cure for that cancer! Bob: Well yes, but Steve’s hardly the worst thing around the SWA these days. Jerry: Hmm. Yeah, you’re right about that. I just want him gone. “Stronger” by Trust Company begins to play through the speakers as the fans all jump to there feet. The lights in the arena quickly go out as a single white light shines up from the center of the entrance stage. Soon Shane is seen slowly rising through the stage dressed in jeans, boots and wearing black work gloves. The lift he stands on comes to a level position with the stage and Shane smiles as he looks out into the crowd. He raises his fists into the air as the lights come back on and at the same time pyro shoots off all around him. He looks out over the crowd as he smiles and then looks at the Devils Playground and his smile soon fades. Bob: Folks, Shane Evans is a man who truly wears his emotions and heart on his sleeve. And you can see it in his face here tonight. He knows this could be his last match in the SWA. And he’s not going to try and play it cool and cover it up, he’s the real deal when it comes to emotion and a connection with these fans. Jerry: Bob, Shane is one of few within the SWA who truly connects with the SWA audience. He isn’t afraid to tell it like it is, and the people really like it. This kid hopefully has a long run here in the SWA. He bounces on the balls of his feet and then removing his skull cap via throwing it to the crowd he makes his way down to the steps leading into this structure. Shane stands at the base of the structure and then jumps up into the D.P. and looks across the dome at his brother who stands outside of the ring. Shane climbs up on the outside of one of the corners and poses on the top rope as pyro begins to shoot out around the top of the dome. The fans cheer loudly as Shane hops down from the rope and looks over at his brother again, both trading knowing glances that this is one of their last nights in the SWA. Bob: Lets go over the run down of this match real quick before these two destroy each other folks. There are five vaults within this structure. At random points throughout the match the vaults will unlock and lift away. At that time the contents will be revealed and then are eligible for use. Now above each corner sits a black box. Each box holds weapons of some sort or another. The weapons within the boxes are usable at any time. And as our friend Tim Marshall stated, the only way to win is via pin fall. Jerry: I couldn’t have said it better myself Bob. Also, in this match we know that we can see some pretty violent and horrific images and moments. So we strongly urge the parents and people out there who don’t wish any little ones or themselves who may have weak stomachs to please turn away for this match. The referee calls for the door to the dome to be closed and locked down as he calls for the two men to begin the match. Shane and Steve stand across the ring from each other and as if they were thinking the same thing they quickly turn to the corners they have there back to and climb up to retrieve what is within the boxes. Shane quickly reaches into his and pulls out a barbed wire wrapped aluminum baseball bat as Steve reaches into his and removes a long steel chain with a pad lock on the end of it. Steve drops the chain looking at it as it hits the steel floor with a clank. He reaches into the box and this time removes a steel pipe, he tosses it to the side as he then removes a wooden baseball bat of his own with razor wire wrapped around his. He looks at the bat and smiles to himself as he is paying no mind to Shane, a mistake that quickly costs him big time as Shane runs from behind and shoves Steve face first into the box. Steve bounces off of the box and falls to the steel floor on the outside. He lands with a thud as he rolls off of the steel. He holds his back in pain upon impact. Bob: What a fall! That has got to be painful! Jerry: You have no idea what that feels like, Bob. Shane smiles as the sound of a buzzer is heard and he looks over at a vault that is now being lifted away. Under the vault lays an abundant amount of tables, ladders and chairs. Shane smiles as he makes his way over to grab a chair. But as he passes his brother he is tripped in a leg sweep sending him chest first into the floor. Shane holds his chest for a second as Steve kips up and quickly grabs a chair, walking over to his brother and as Shane turns around, Steve smashes the chair over his skull with a sickening crack. The chair completely wraps around Shane’s skull as he stumbles backwards into the ring ropes. Steve cocks back for another swing but is caught with a swift low blow by Shane. Shane’s foot connects violently between Steve’s legs, doubling over the older brother. Shane takes the opportunity to return into the ring and opens another black box. Bob: Looks like Shane is wanting to uncover the rest of the boxes here, Jerry. Jerry: I think Shane is just looking to punish and brutalize his brother. This time, Shane finds himself removing a bottle of lighter fluid and a Zippo. Shane smiles to himself as he holds the two items in his hands looking at his brother on the outside who is holding his groin in pain. Shane puts the Zippo in his pocket and opens the bottle of lighter fluid as he makes his way slowly behind his brother. Shane looks to douse his brother with the fluid but Steve quickly rolls out of the way and begins to hit Shane with right hands to the face. Shane wheels backwards as the punches connect. Steve continues his assault as Shane steps backwards with each shot he takes but is forced to stop as he comes into contact with another of the vaults. Steve takes a few steps back and then charges at his brother pulling his foot up and crashing it into the skull of his brother, smashing it into the vault wall. Shane crumples down to the floor with a far away look on his face. Bob: OH MY GOD! WHAT A KICK! Jerry: That’s it Bob. This is over. Bob: I don’t think so, Jerry. It looks like Steve has something else in mind! Steve leaves his brother for a second and returns to where the first vault revealed the TLC contents. He pulls a ladder from the selection and throws it into the ring. He grabs a table and places it near the ring ropes and then grabs a chair, placing it on the table as he returns to his brother. Steve grabs Shane by the hair and drags him to the table. Steve picks up Shane by the hair and looks at him in the eyes smiling as he screams at him “FUCK YOU!” followed by spitting in his face. Steve then quickly hits a DDT on Shane sending him skull first into the steel floor. Steve steps into the ring and grabs the ladder setting it up near the ropes on the other side of the table. He then returns to the outside and smiles as he taunts the crowd as they boo him loudly. Bob: Steve looks to be taking some time out to taunt the fans. Jerry: And that could cost him, Bob. One thing we know about Shane is you should never count him out! Grabbing Shane by the hair Steve smashes his face off of the table and then lays him across the wooden weapon. Steve then takes the chair and lays it across Shane’s chest as he climbs into the ring and slowly climbs up the ladder yelling at the crowd that the match is over. Steve reaches the top of the ladder and gives all of the fans a one finger salute as he prepares to crash through his brother. As Steve continues to taunt the crowd, Shane manages to shake the cobwebs and quickly rolls off of the table and begins to climb the other side of the ladder. Shane takes Steve by surprise, smacking him in the face, then grabbing him for a DDT off of the ladder. The fans cheer loudly as Shane then leaps from the ladder with Steve in his clutches. The two crash through the table on the outside of the ring and through the table. Jerry: WHAT A DDT! OFF OF A LADDER! Bob: These two cant keep going. After that fall from the ladder through the table, no one should be able to stand and finish a match after a fall like that! Both land hard on the steel floor as the fans cheer and begin the “HOLY SHIT” chant. As both men lay motionless on the floor, the sound of a buzzer is heard and another vault is unlocked and lifts away from the floor revealing an entire pool of barbed and razor wire! The fans cheer even louder now as they see the sick looking box that was under the vault. Shane is the first to his feet, slowly staggering over to look at what was in the second vault smiling as he sees the sharp contents. Shane soon gets an idea as he returns to the ring grabbing the bottle of lighter fluid that was dropped earlier and returns back to the wooden box housing the wire. Shane removes the bottles cap and douses the entire box in lighter fluid. Making sure he got every last bit of the wire he tosses the bottle to the side. Shane turns around to see his brother still lying motionless on the floor as he pulls the Zippo from his pocket looking at it and the box of sharp wire and then shakes his head placing it back into his pocket much to the fans dismay. He smiles as he heads over to the ladders and grabs a medium sized one and returns to the box, dragging the ladder behind him, letting it smack into his brother. Bob: What in the world is Shane going to do here?! Jerry: It doesn't look good whatever it is… Shane pulls the ladder setting it across the top of the box as he places it in the center of the box. He then returns to the ring as Steve slowly stirs to his feet, Shane reaches outside of the ring and grabs Steve around the neck and picks him up in a suplex but then lets him fall face first to the steel floor causing his nose to bleed instantly. Shane grabs the ladder from inside the ring and tosses it to the outside of the ring. Shane sets up the other ladder near the box so that it sits side by side with the box. He then makes his way back over to his brother who is bleeding badly from the nose. Seeing this, Shane quickly punches Steve in the nose causing it to bleed more and getting a violent scream from his brother. Shane smiles as he then grabs Steve by the wrist and pulls him towards the box using his weight to whip his brother towards the box. The momentum behind Steve sends him towards the box. He manages to stop short of the box, but is quickly bulldogged from behind by Shane who drives his face into the steel floor again. Shane stands over his brother for a moment, then grabs him by the back of the head picking him up slowly, and looking at him. Steve manages to get a quick rake to the eyes on Shane. Shane backs up a few steps holding his face as Steve runs at him and connects with a quick super kick to the face knocking Shane down to the floor hard. Steve tries to wipe away some of the blood on his face as he grabs Shane by the hair and pulls him towards the box. He moves quickly behind him, and picks him up in an electric chair position, placing Shane on the ladder next to the box. Steve begins to climb the other side, grabbing Shane by the head in a DDT position and looks to do the same as his brother did to him. But out of nowhere Shane manages to get a quick throat thrust to Steve causing him to hold his throat in pain. Shane surveys where they are at the top of the ladder and smiles pulling the Zippo from his pocket and lights it letting it fall into the box of barbed and razor wire, igniting the lighter fluid and causing flames to instantly kick up and engulf the box. The fans instantly cheer loudly as Shane looks down at the burning wire and wood and at the ladder and then positions himself so that he has his brother in a power bomb position and then pulls him up and with a leap of faith hits a sickening sit down power bomb through the ladder and into the burning razor and barbed wire. Bob: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Jerry: This is just sick! The force of the crash causes the box to burst apart and the men lay motionless atop the broken ladder and in the burning wire. Both men soon roll away from the wreckage as they are now both bleeding and slightly burned from the impact of the bomb through the ladder. The fans chant “HOLY SHIT” loudly as they cheer and cant believe the amount of damage caused already. Jerry: B… B… Blood? Bob: Have we finally reached your limit? Jerry: I don’t know. I’m still working that out. Soon another buzzer is heard and the third vault lifts revealing a giant steel cross. The fans cheer even louder as they realize the potential with this latest vault. Shane slowly tries to rise to his feet, having to use the dome itself as help. Shane looks at the damage and wreckage before him and smiles before feeling the mind numbing pain from the wire ripping into his flesh. He slowly stumbles over to the ring ropes using them for support as Steve lays motionless on the steel floor. Bob: That steel cross is just ominous, Jerry. I have to say this could lead to something very sick and vile. Jerry: Bob, I have to agree completely. Shane climbs into the ring and makes his way across the ring to where the latest vault has opened. He climbs through the ropes again trying to maintain his stability. He walks over looking at the steel cross and shakes his head looking at the giant structure. He realizes that the steel cross beam has barbed wire arm holders on both sides. Shane smiles as he looks back at his brother who is just now starting to show signs of life. He makes his way back into the ring and stumbles to the top of the last corner to open the final box. Shane reaches his hand inside of the box and removes a noose. He looks at it and smiles again. He then falls to the mat and tries to make his way over to the ladders. Now crawling he tosses the noose over by the steel cross. Shane manages to pull himself up, again using the dome itself as he grabs a hold of one of the big ladders, and drags it over to the steel cross. Bob: What is Shane doing?! Jerry: It looks like Shane is about to hang his brother! He sets the ladder up next to the cross and with noose in hand begins to climb the ladder. He looks over and sees Steve trying to get to his feet, but quickly failing, collapsing under the pain. Shane goes back to his task at hand and takes the free end of the noose and loops it through the open hole on the bottom of the vault that would lock into place at the base of the structure. Shane ties it through the hole and knots it making sure it was sturdy and long enough to hang down near the cross. Shane begins to climb down the ladder when Steve is able to finally get to his feet and begins to make his way over to Shane. Seeing this Shane leaps from the ladder when Steve is near enough and looks to nail a cross body on his brother but Steve has him well scouted and side steps the move sending Shane crashing full body into the steel floor. Steve attempts the first pin of the match. 1 2 KICK OUT! Bob: I thought it was over there folks! That missed cross body could kill you if you don’t land right. Jerry: These guys train for this stuff though Bob. Shane manages to get his shoulder off of the steel floor at the very last split second. Steve rolls to his back spent from the continuous impacts of his body smashing into steel and other rough surfaces. Shane and Steve both lay motionless as the sound of the fourth buzzer goes off and the fourth vault releases and lifts up revealing a casket! The fans cheer wildly as both men stay motionless on the floor, both bleeding. Shane slowly tries to sit up but cant as both lay spent and hurt from the match. Shane finally manages to get to his feet after a few moments of trying. Standing and looking at his brother who is at his feet as well. Shane runs at his brothers and connects with a vicious spear crashing both men against the last vault wall. The impact causes the last vault to unlock and it lifts up slowly as it dose the intense heat is felt as a steel box that is roughly 10 feet long and 5 feet wide is shown with a continuous lake of fire leaping up from the container. Bob: NO! THIS IS SICK! STOP THIS MATCH! Jerry: Is that a lake of fire?! OH MY GOD! The fans cheer again as both men lay dangerously close to the edge of the container. Shane rests on his knees as he sits up realizing that now all five vaults are open. He looks around spotting the casket and his eyes widen. He smiles as he stumbles to his feet and makes his way over to the casket, grabbing it by one of the handles and dragging it along the steel floor towards where his brother still lays. Shane drops the casket as he feels the pain shoot through his body from the missed cross body earlier in the match. Steve takes this advantage and quickly kips up and grabs his brother by the throat and hits the Cause And Effect, knocking both men crashing to the floor. They lay motionless as the referee looks on as there is nothing he can do and there is no stopping the match. Steve manages to get to his feet first and looks at the casket and then over at the steel cross and then down at the fire pit near both him and his brother. He tries to shake the cobwebs from his head as he grabs Shane under the arms and drags him over to the steel cross base. Using his military background, Steve picks him up under the armpit and places him up on the ladder, slowly pushing him up the ladder higher and higher as they near the noose. Bob: I don’t like this. I got a very bad feeling here Jerry. Jerry: You aren’t the only one Bob. Steve holding onto Shane grabs the noose in one hand and bashes Shane’s skull off of the steel cross for good measure. Then in a sick and vile move Steve wraps the noose around Shane’s neck and tightens it as he pulls him off of the ladder. Shane hangs from the noose his legs kicking as he holds onto the rope around his throat trying not to suffocate. Steve begins to laugh as he hits a swift snap kick to the face of his brother causing Shane to stop struggling and hang motionless in the noose. Steve then grabs one of Shane’s arms and places it into the cross’s barbed wire arm slot. He then grabs the other and repeats the act on the opposite side. Then falls from the ladder as his brother hangs bleeding and choking on a steel cross inside of the Devils Playground. Steve stands at the base of the cross laughing as he looks up at the carnage he has caused. Bob: OH MY GOD! SHANE EVANS HAS BEEN CRUCIFIED HERE! Jerry: GET HIM DOWN DAMN IT! HE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS! The ref pleads with him to get him down as the only way to win is via pin. Steve shakes his head and then slowly climbs the ladder, partially in spite and partially from exhaustion. He finally reaches the top and releases the noose from around Shane’s neck and then frees one of his arms. Shane’s body falls suddenly, and he is hanging by one arm still trapped in barbed wire. When Steve finally releases the last side Shane falls with a sickening thud to the steel floor. Steve smiles as Shane lays motionless on the floor on his back. Steve leaps from the ladder looking for a body splash, and connecting. At the same Time, however, Steve is reversed as Shane grabs a hold of Steve’s left arm, placing it between his legs to trap it, and then placing his right shin across the throat of his brother. Shane then throws his left leg over Steve’s back and grabs a hold of Steve’s head, locking in his submission hold known as the “Welcome Home”. Bob: The Welcome Home! Out of a body splash from the top of the ladder, Shane locked in the Welcome Home! What a counter! Jerry: What a smart maneuver by Shane! Especially after being hung in that noose and crucified! Steve begins to flail his free arm wildly as he tries to escape the hold that came out of nowhere. The life slowly begins to fade from Steve as Shane holds as tight as he can, choking and squeezing the life from his older brother. As the blood begins to pour from Steve’s mouth Shane finally let’s go of the hold releasing Steve. Shane slowly climbs to his feet, the blood pouring from his body and his exhausted flesh is barely able to stand under its own control. Shane makes his way back into the ring grabbing the steel chain that Steve dropped earlier and then makes his way back over to his prone brother. Shane takes a hold of Steve by the foot and drags him towards the casket with the chain in hand as well. Nearing the casket Shane begins to think out how he wants to go about this and decides this has to end soon, as he is losing a lot of blood. As he finally reaches the casket Shane drops the chain, laying it out in a straight line. He looks at the length of the chain in comparison to the casket and smiles as he opens the casket to find the casket filled with thumbtacks. Bob: This has got to be nearing the end. They cant keep going! Jerry: I hope this is near end, Bob. This is just… Wrong on so many levels. He smiles widely as he pulls his brother to his feet and pulls him in for another power bomb, he measures the casket and then lifts his lifeless brother up and with a sickening impact smashes his brother into the casket filled with thumbtacks! Steve lands in the casket with a thud, sending loose thumbtacks flying but mostly driving them into his flesh. Steve screams out in pain as the ripping flesh awakens him again and he quickly rolls from the casket. The camera zooms in on his back and not a single spot of flesh is seen as nothing but shiny silver tacks fill his back. Steve rolls in pain as Shane pushes him back towards the casket. Bob: LOOK AT THAT! All those thumbtacks in this kids back! Good God! Jerry: BLOOOOOOOOOOD! Bob: Wait a minute Jerry! I thought we were seeing your limit! OH! LOW BLOW! Jerry: We were, but I think my standards just got higher. Shane picks Steve back up but Steve falls to his knees and lands a low blow uppercut with both arms causing Shane to double over in pain. And out of nowhere Steve nails the Evans Effect cutter. Both men land hard on the steel floor and lay motionless as Steve lands just a few feet away from his brother, both men laying on there back as the crowd now rise to their feet cheering louder and louder as this tortuous match goes on. The ref looks on from the ring as he tries to stay back from the weapons and all he can do is look on. Steve slowly tries to roll over to make the cover but he can’t fully roll over and he ends up on his back again. Bob: Steve tried to make the cover but just doesn't have the strength to make the cover! Jerry: And it’s a good thing too! I think that Shane wouldn’t have been able to kick out. The fans are on there feet in anticipation as to who could possibly come out victorious in this match. As the two manage to get to their feet, they quickly lock up and Shane manages to get a quick snap suplex on the steel floor, Steve landing hard driving the tacks in his back in again and even landing on new ones. Shane walks over towards Steve and calls for a Warriors Code, but as he stands over his brother he is met with a leg trip sending him face first into the thumbtacks. Both men lay motionless and in a pool of there blood. Bob: Good God! Shane just went face first into those tacks! Jerry: BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOOOOOD! Both men slowly start to get to there feet and begin trading blows back forth. Shane quickly hits a super kick to his brother knocking him backwards and down to the floor. Returning to the vault area that housed the TLC items, Shane finds a glass table and smiles as the crowd erupts in cheers. He takes the table over to the ring ropes where he suddenly has to set the table down from the pain shooting up and down his body. He leans the glass table against the ropes in case he is able to use it later and then falls to his knees. Shane turns around and crawls over to it then grabs the casket and turns it over emptying out the tacks all over the floor. Bob: Shane just littered the steel floor with thumbtacks! Jerry: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… BLOOOOD! Standing up Shane pulls the casket up to a standing position. Turning around he measures his brother and aims to whip him into the casket and seal him inside. Once Steve is up and on his feet, Shane grabs a hold of him and tries to whip him into the casket but Steve stops just short, stopping himself from going in. Turning around Steve is met with a sickening spear that sends both men into the casket and out of the bottom of the wooden death box. Both men fly through the back of the casket and through the glass table that was set up against the ring ropes. The spear carries the two men through the middle and top rope landing them hard in the ring. Bob: OH MY GOD! WHAT A SPEAR! Jerry: There dead! This has to be over! I don’t see how either of these two could out do themselves now! The crowd starts the HOLY SHIT chant again as both men lay motionless but as they landed Shane landed on Steve who landed on his back. He lands merely an arm on top of his brother but its enough as the referee quickly drops down and counts the pin. 1…2…3!!! Shane has done it! Shane wins inside of the Devils Playground after a vicious spear through a casket, glass table and the middle and top rope! Tim Marshall: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! SHANE EVANS! Bob: Shane did it! Shane did it! Shane by god damn did it! Jerry: The SWA is finally rid of Steve Evans! “Stronger” by Trust Company begins to play through the speakers as Shane lays motionless with his arm barely draped over his brother’s chest and the referee quickly raises his hand as he lies in his own blood. Steve still lays motionless in the ring as the fans cheer wildly as they realize that Steve is now gone from the SWA. Bob: Folks that was one hell of a match! And now we know who the better brother truly is! Jerry: And look at this reaction for these two Bob! Simply amazing! There isn’t a seat that has a person occupying it as they all stand and give the two men a rousing applause. Shane slowly rolls over and sits against the ropes as the structure begins to ascend back up to the rafters as both Shane and Steve put themselves through hell for their careers, and to settle once and for all, who the better man was. Steve slowly sits up realizing his career with the SWA is over as he breaks character and shows his true side, the emotion and feeling coming out after a hellacious match with his own blood brother, and going to lengths never seen before in the SWA. Both men take a few minutes and finally rise to there feet and stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring. Both bleeding badly and undoubtedly injured after the bumps and bruises sustained Shane slowly draws his fists up ready to still fight and Steve just puts his hand on Shane’s shoulder smiling and the two hug in the middle of the ring. The crowd erupts again as they embrace and the emotion of the long and tedious road that lead to this final match pour from them. Steve slowly steps back offering his hand to his brother and Shane quickly shakes it. With the hand shake Steve raises Shane’s hand in victory as the two embrace once more. Bob: Folks there you see it, away from the storylines and gimmicks, two young men with an enormous amount of respect for one another. Jerry: This is a great day for Shane Evans! I predict some very great things in this mans future. Suddenly, Shane’s music cuts out, and is replaced by Remember the Name by Fort Minor. Jac Morgan steps out, looking down at the ring. He holds a microphone in the crook of his arm, and claps sarcastically, then shakes his head, grinning. Jerry: Oh now what’s he doing out here? Bob: Your guess is as good as mine. Jac: "Wow, I go away for a couple of months and all I have to say, the more things change the more they stay the same." He shakes his head. Jac: "Here we are at a Pay Per View, these millions of fans are paying big money to watch the best and the brightest of our talent…" He pauses and laughs. Jac: "But here we are, at a PPV watching you Evans brother's kick the shit out of each other yet again!" He shakes his head. Jac: "Ya know I have an older brother too, and he's a right sorry asshole if you ask me." He sighs. Jac: "But we had ONE match." He holds up one finger. Jac: "I wouldn't say we’re the best of friends anymore, but hell we don't fight constantly." He pauses. Jac: "Cause seriously where is the fun in that? Who wants to watch the same damn thing over and over again?" He fakes a huge yawn. Jac: "BORRRING!" Jac: "I mean it would be like ordering Wrestlemania and watching uh, The Undertaker Vs Uh..." He taps a finger on his chin. Jac: "Randy Orton year after year after year its sooooo boringly LAME! That eventually no one's gonna order your product." He shakes his head as he walks along the top of the ramp. Jac: "So seriously Evan's brothers if you two can't just fucking get over each other go get a hotel room and make nice with some KY Jelly and have some serious fun together." He laughs then waves a hand. Jerry: What? Was he too busy waddling out here to see the show of respect these two just offered one another? Bob: I… guess so. Jac: "Moving on, I've taken time off and I know...." He pauses. Jac: "you all missed me so bad," He blinks at the boos. Jac: "I'm hurt...in here." He taps his chest. Jac: "Seriously....one tear." He runs a finger down his cheek then laughs. Jac: "Do I give a SHIT! What you people think of me? NO not at all" He snorts. Jac: "I'm so tired of all the bitching! And whining, and crying that takes place in this fed! Week in and week out, I see unworthy bastards getting title shots, and people that I could beat easily." He snorts again. Jac: "Now I know what Ms. Cole's going to say to this, I really do." He grins. Jac: "She's gonna come out flapping her Jaws going, Well then Jac! If you think you can handle what I think is the best then," He chuckles. Jac: "Well then I'll just have to have you face whoever I think is the best." Jerry: That is always assuming Crystal wins her match tonight… Bob: True. He blinks. Jac: "You know what I say," He smirks. Jac: "Fuck that! I'll do what I want, Say what I want and take this fed back to what it once was, and that was the best damn place to wrestle the worlds ever seen." He tosses the microphone down, and turns as his music starts up. Again. He walks out. Shane and Steve, who had actually remained in the ring that whole time, shrug, shake their still-bleeding heads, and leave. Jerry: Man. What’s up with all these clueless people? Bob: I don’t know, Jerry. I really don’t. Jerry: Well, while the officials clean up the freakin mess, we’ll go to yet another backstage event. Yes, you heard me right. I’m just gonna shut up now. The scene opens inside the locker room of Damien Blood. The only person in the room is his manager, Angel. She i in tears at what she saw earlier tonight, with Damien Blood disappearing in a cloud of smoke, after a lightning strike. Angel: What am I going to do? Angel starts going through some of Damien Blood's things. She gets to a book that he had been reading recently, when the mirror in the locker room starts to fog up. Angel: What the hell? Angel looks at the mirror, and starts to see lines appearing in the fog. Soon, those lines start turning into letters, and the letters into words. When it is finished, Angel reads the words. Angel: I am gone...gone from the SWA. Why would anyone want to belong to a place where they are treated with a total lack of disrespect by people who are worse than they are. The only chance anyone will ever see Damien Blood in the SWA ever again, is if the idiots learn to shut their mouths, and learn from the abuse they gave to me. All of a sudden, everything vanishes from the glass. Angel: Oh well, Damien's gone...and we all know who to thank for that. Angel continues going through Blood's stuff, and the scene ends. Jerry: And another one bites the dust. Man. We’re gaining people, and losing people, all in one night. Bob: This is, by far, the craziest night we’ve had in a long time, Jerry. Jerry: You can say that again, but please don’t. Bob: We do have to move on anyway, so let’s do that. Jerry: Yes. Let’s. If we dare. Bob: I know what you mean, but really we don’t have much of a choice. Jerry: So yeah. Now it’s time for a triple threat match. And the winner of this… Take the Power by The Cult hits the speakers and Crystal makes her way out onto the stage with a microphone. Her music cuts and she begins to speak. Jerry: Always to me. This always happens to me. Bob: Hush. Crystal: Tonight, in the main event, I face off against Reynolds for my ownership rights. The crowd boos loudly. Crystal: I know.. But sometimes things have to be done that we don’t exactly like. So with that said, there’s a slight chance that I might not be the owner of the Skyfall Wrestling Alliance after tonight. The fans boo louder. Obviously they’re not happy with the situation at all. Crystal: So with that said, this might be the last choice as upper management that I’ll make. Back in November, at Frequency, I told you all that I was going to appoint a new commissioner tonight at New Year’s Evolution. There were a few applicants, some of which you saw on SWA TV and some which you didn’t. Some were absolutely ridiculous, while others were genuinely sincere. I’ve had a month to interview these people and think about whether or not they’d be good for the job and I’ve reached a decision. She looks expectantly towards the entranceway. Suddenly Original Prankster by The Offspring plays around the Arena. Steve steps out wearing a suit, his hair tied back, and oval bifocals perched on his nose. He walks down to the ring waving to the crowd, carrying a microphone. Jerry: Ok. So Steve’s just out here to introduce the guy, right? Bob: Uh… Well I kinda think Crystal made all the introductions. Jerry: You can’t mean… Bob: Yes, Jerry. I can. Steve: Hey guys. Seems like you have a new Commissioner! I'd first like to thank Mrs. Cole for entrusting me with this position. I am very honored to be given this privilege and I know what you’re asking yourselves. Why did Crystal pick me? Is it because I'm steadfast and loyal? The crowd cheers. Steve: Maybe, is it because All I really want to do is give every one here the best show possible? The crowd cheers again. Steve: Maybe, but I'm not sure if I could get Chuck Norris and T to team up. A you can do it chant starts. Steve grins. Steve: Or it could be I work for donuts..In all seriousness I'm here as commissioner because I'm not going to back down to bullies. I wont be bribed to for all the Donuts at the patrol man’s ball, you couldn't even bribe me with a limited edition original press Boba Fet. Jerry: Insane. This is insane. Crystal, I love ya, but… Seriously… Bob: I don’t know. It might not be so bad… Jerry: Right. I now expect to be fired. Bob: Hey, I don’t think he can just fire you… Steve: This is one office not up for sale. That is unless the owners of the building sell it, then it kinda is, but I still won’t sell my allegiances. You guys know who my back up is and who my friends are and I won’t treat them any differently to anyone else. But I'm sure they have my back in this endeavor. I won’t be a sit on my hands commissioner, so my door's always open ladies and gentlemen so feel free to drop by. The fans cheer wildly and Steve hands the microphone back to Tim Marshal. With a wave to the fans, he departs the ring and heads backstage. Jerry: I just… How did… Why did she… Bob: It will be OK, Jerry. Look at it this way. Strange attitude or not, Steve is on our side. That’s something we definitely need right now. Jerry: Yeah, I guess. Folks, if you’re just tuning in, Steve, uh… What’s his last name? Bob: Ya know, I actually don’t know. Jerry: Right. Well, um, he’s our commissioner now. How exactly do we follow that? BlairVision theme starts up. Fans immediately begin to boo even before the curtains move. A few seconds later, the curtain is moved and out comes Paul Blair with his left hand raised in the air - allowing the fans to know how much better he is than anyone else. Jerry: Huh. I guess that’s how we follow it. Who is this guy? Bob: I don’t know for certain. One of the tons and tons of newcomers to the SWA. Jerry: Must be. Amazing you don’t know, though. You’re usually up on this sort of thing. Bob: A lot has gone on lately, and you know it. He uses his right hand to keep Robin Cradle as close to him as possible. Blair slowly makes his way down the aisle with Robin right in front of him. Popcorn and other garbage is being tossed at him from the fans. Blair moves over as if he's about to go attack one of the fans but after a brief staredown, he continues back towards the ring. Finally he walks up the steps and holds the ropes open for Robin. After she walks in - bending over to give the male fans near ringside a great view. Paul then steps in and Robin takes off his robe. Paul then gives her a kiss on the cheek and grabs a mic. ] Blair: Welcome SWA. So I should not have to introduce myself but as I was in the back - I saw some of your so-called superstars who seemed confused as I walked around back there. So maybe there are some of you peons out there who feel the same way. Blair smirks and brings Robin Cradle in closer. Blair: Allow me first to introduce the first lady of wrestling. Peons and peons, I give you the love of my life, Robin Cradle. Blair spins her around, showing her off to everyone. Her short skirt goes up in the air a little giving the fans in the front row a little bit of a show. She then gives Blair a kiss on the cheek and Blair continues. Jerry: Oy. Women. Bob: Seriously? A guy like you isn’t at all affected by her? Jerry: Nope, cause now I see how stupid it all is. She doesn’t even love him, you know. It’s all right there. Love of his life. Pfft. Blair: As for me? Who am I? What am I doing here? {laughs} I'm the very first superstar here in the SWA. I see you have a Hall of Fame. But welcome to the real first great wrestler you have ever had. The name is Paul Blair, over 18 times I have held the World Title. Furthermore over 54 titles have been held around my waist and I will just continue to add to that. Jerry: Huh. He’s one of those. Bob: Seems like it. Thinks he’s the only one worth anything. Well, I’m sure he’ll get a quick lesson here. Blair pauses, as the fans boo him. He waits for them to quiet down. Blair: Are you finished? Are you done booing yet? Good. As I was saying, the SWA has waited their entire time for a "REAL" wrestler. I'm here now. I'm a legend, an icon, and everyone's dream. Whether you want to admit it or not, you all dream of being just like me. By the time my SWA stint is over, you will all know and remember that the Ruler always measures up. The fans are booing Blair again and chanting Blair sucks! Blair Sucks! Blair smirks at them and continues. Blair: To finish up here, it's good to see some old familiar faces. As we drove in, I heard the Simon Cagrero promo and I must say I was impressed. Yeah it's true, you impressed me. Blair ponders what to say for a second. Blair: I guess impressed is the wrong word. You see most people Simon by this point in their career would not try the same old thing but here you are doing, all this time later and you are just as good at being pointless and boring and wasted. I sat there listening as we drove here and it's a damn good thing I have a driver. Had I been driving then we might have had to charge you for being the reason I was in an accident. But that's ok Simon, I don't expect to see you change. Anyways Simon good to see you still around and I know we will meet again. And this time I will do what I should have done the first time and that's SILENCE you. Let's see who else. Ah Damien Blood. I have not heard that name in a while - probably a good thing for you right there Damien? How much longer until the rest of your boys show up here? I'll be right here in the SWA so tell them that if they want to try and get some of Blair again to just get in line. I'll be taking on all comers. Robin whispers something in Blair's ear. A smirk comes across his face. Blair: Alright peons, it looks like it's time to go. SWA, you have been warned. The Ruler is here and that means everyone else is fighting for second place. Blair holds the ropes for Robin and then follows her out of the ring. The fans continue to boo as the two walk down the aisle and finally make it to the back. Jerry: Right. Uh… Can we move on now? Bob: I hear ya. This guy thinks we’re gonna take his word seriously? Jerry: They all do. Let’s just get to the match. Bob: Right. The Anarchy championship is about to be on the line. And given that Larell, our current Skyfall Champion, is also the Anarchy champion, this is gonna be big. Jerry: Now that even I can agree with. But he’s got a couple of fired up opponents as well. Bob: Yep, and altogether, this should make for one incredible match. Jerry: Tell ‘em, Tim. ( Larell vs. Jay Williams vs. Russell Brown - SWA Anarchy Championship ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWA Anarchy Championship! Blind Man by Black Stone Cherry hits as Jay walks out with a smirk on his face. He stands at the entrance ramp and lifts his arms in a victory pose as pyros go off from left to right making a full round on each side until they finally meet back facing each other. Tim Marshal: Introducing first, from La Grange, Texas, weighing in at 245 pounds, Jay Williams! Jerry: Well, Jay believes that he can take this match, and this title. Bob: That he does, but it seems a lot of his belief has a lot to do with matches he’s had previously. Sure he’s good, but tonight, he’s gonna have to be that much better. Jerry: Huh. An interesting argument, Bob. I shall ponder this throughout the match. Bob: Really? Jerry: No. Actually I already forgot what it was. During the pyros, the song pauses, allowing the pyros to be heard. (Ala Batista's song.) He then walks down the ramp normally once the pyros end and the song continues from where it left off, ignoring the fans boos along the way. Once in the ring, he climbs the top rope and taunts the fans for a while. He then jumps off and gets ready for his match. Frontline by Pillar slams on the PA. As the song begins to pick up the tempo, Brown appears on the stage with his arms spread looking like a “star” pose and pouring down on him is the gold pyro. A few seconds later he walks down the ramp and as he gets on the apron he faces the crowd, rips off the hood of his jacket and spreads his arms. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, currently residing in Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 228 pounds, he is the Rising Star, Russell Brown! Jerry: Now you wanna talk about a guy that’s with it, Bob. There was a definite fire in the eyes of Russell Brown this week. Bob: Yep. And from the looks of things, he’s still got it. He’s taking this really, really seriously, and that may be a really really good thing for him. Jerry: As long as he never forgets who he’s contending with here. Brown gets in the ring, spreads his arms once again in the middle of the ring and then stands in the corner waiting for his opponent. The SWA logo on the Skytron suddenly goes to static as sparks shoot out from the corners of the Skytron. Steven: We’re on in three… Foamy the Squirrel; flipping the bird. Steven: Two… Naruto; awakening the nine-tail's power. Steven: One… A spider monkey; holding a lightsaber. Steven, Glacier, Sinada, and Larell: PUNKZ TV! “Swan Dive” by Hed PE plays over the P.A. as a video comes on the Skytron. Thousands of people wearing grey hoodies, pulled up, with the Punkz logo on the front empty into the streets from buildings and fire escapes. They all pile up at a four way street and begin to pump their fists in the air. It pans quickly up a large glass building and Larell is standing on the edge of the roof; looking down. He does the “So Damn Fly” flip off of the building and the video switches to footage of people he has hit with the “So Damn Fly”. As the video plays; Larell and The Punkz come out onto the ramp. Larell takes off his bucket hat and sends it flying into the crowd as Glacier, Steven, and Sinada rile up the crowd. Tim Marshal: And introducing the SWA Anarchy Champion, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at 175 pounds, Larell! Jerry: Now this guy, well, he always looks fired up. Bob: He does. That’s why Russell needs to keep everything straight in his head. This fire from Russell, which is just as powerful, if not more so than Larell’s, is good to see, but he needs to keep it in control. Larell continues to walk down the ramp giving high fives to everyone, followed by The Punkz; with a quick run Larell slides under the bottom rope and hops back up to his feet. The Punkz circle the ring, throwing out “Punkz” shirts to the crowd, as Larell makes a quick jolt to the closest turnbuckle and raises his fist towards the sky and hops down. He runs over to the opposing corner, up the turnbuckles, and this time looks down at the crowd and begins to scream along with them; taking a “Punkz” shirt from his back pocket and throwing it to the crowd. He hops back down and uses his hands to give his head and neck a crack in both directions, as he leans against the turnbuckles of his corner; seemingly very relaxed. The others settle into their turnbuckles, and all look around at the others. Jerry: Well, here they are, ready to rock. Bob: They all know what’s at stake here. Especially Larell. Jerry: Well, if Larell were to lose this match, it wouldn’t really hurt his reputation. The man still is the Skyfall Champion. Bob: Yes, but having all three titles is a pretty nice perk. Jerry: I could continue this debate but… There’s the bell. The bell rings, and Russell Brown moves first, running across the ring, and bouncing off the ropes right next to Jay. Jay, however, steps forward to try and meet what he thought was a Russell Brown coming straight at him. Brown takes advantage of this, and sends a clothesline right into the back of Jay’s head. Jay goes down hard, and Russell tries to reverse direction in an attempt to take out Larell while he still has momentum built up. Larell, however, knows exactly what’s going on, and drops to the ground just as Russell leaps at him. Russell still manages to land on Larell’s back, but Larell extends his arms upward, grabbing Russell by the ankles, and pulling with such force that Russell’s lower body is flung forward. His upper body starts to lean back due to a loss of balance, but Larell throws his own body upward, slamming his shoulder into Russell’s chest on the way, and causing Russell to fly off of him, landing hard, and awkwardly, on his back. Jerry: Woe! What kinda move was that, Bob? Bob: I don’t think it really was a move. It was simply Larell being the quick-thinking and resourceful guy he is. Larell is on his feet, now, and looks around at the two men lying in the ring. Jay is the first to get up, and he and Larell approach one another. Jerry: Wow. Brown must’ve landed harder than I thought. Jerry: Either that, or he’s using his time wisely. Jerry: Russell Brown? I don’t know… Maybe… Bob: I think you’re underestimating him. Jerry: Am not! Larell and Jay lock up in the center of the ring, and Jay is quickly able to overpower Larell, lifting him into the air and connecting with a vicious backbreaker. Jerry: Ouch. A move like that’ll decrease Larell’s chances of retaining in a heartbeat. Bob: Very true. All movement is centered on the spine. You hurt the spine, you hurt everything. Larell lays in the ring after the backbreaker, and Jay approaches Russell Brown, who is only now starting to get to his feet. Jay looks suddenly furious as Brown slowly rises. Jerry: Uh-oh. I think William’s has realized Brown’s game. Bob: So you acknowledge that that’s what he was doing? Jerry: Seems pretty difficult to deny at this point. Jay lunges at Russell, fists raised, but Russell ducks and headbutts Jay in the gut. Jay doubles over, and Russell hits him with a boot to the side of his head. Jay topples, and Russell keeps his balance, whirling around instantly to track Larell. Jerry: Man! Great shot by Russell Brown! Bob: Yeah. Jay may not’ve liked it, but you cannot deny the benefit of biding your time. Larell gets to his feet, and Russell is on top of him in an instant. Larell gets his fists up in time, though, and they start trading blows. Jerry: Man! Look at ‘em go! Bob: Russell’s really on fire tonight. But Larell seems equally so. Both men continue punching and punching, connecting with a surprising amount of blows. Neither man seems to have any real desire to block. They only want to attack. Then, suddenly, Russell’s face contorts, and he hits Larell with a staggering combination of blows, knocking him back. Russell then uses his boot, but this shot connects directly to Larell’s face. Jerry: Wow! Did you see that? Larell’s down! And he might just be out! Bob: He may be, Jerry. Russell really laid into him there at the end. Jerry: Looks like he’s getting ready to cover him… Wait! There’s Jay! Suddenly, Jay Williams is standing right behind Russell. Russell doesn’t see him, and Jay hooks his head, and slams his face down onto the mat, and hard. Jerry: Now Russell’s down! Is Jay gonna take advantage? For a moment, it seems as though Jay is. But then, Russell leaps to his feet, seemingly out of nowhere, and smashes Jay’s face with a back elbow. Then, he grabs Jay’s arms, and sends him violently into the corner, where another punch to his head causes him to slump. Larell, however, is getting up by this time. Jerry: Russell’s nonstop here, Bob. Now Jay’s down, but Larell’s back up. Bob: I think Russell knows it, though. Russell turns to face Larell, and they steadily approach each other. They lock up in the center, much as Larell and Jay did earlier. Bob: Well, Brown and Larell are locked up, but if Larell’s previous lockup was any indication… Jerry: Yeah, but Russell is hurt, too. Larell connected with a lot of punches back there, just like Russell did. Larell seems to be getting the upper hand of this lockup, however, and is eventually in control. He goes for a takedown, and almost succeeds, but Russell suddenly counters, reversing the momentum and managing to get behind Larell. Russell executes the simple takedown move instead, but it’s all he needs. As soon as Larell is on the ground, Russell leaps into the air, and executes a corkscrew shooting star press, which connects perfectly. Jerry: Simply Sensational! Rusell just hit his finishing move on Larell! Bob: Could it be? Could it be that Russell Brown is about to become the Anarchy champion? Jerry: Jay’s getting up! The cover! 1… Bob: No way… 2… Jerry: No way! Jay tries to hurry over once he realizes what’s going on, but he falls far short. 3! Bob: He did it! The crowd roars as the bell rings and Russell Brown’s music begins to play. Tim Marshal: Here is your winner, and the NEW SWA Anarchy champion, Russell Brown! Bob: Russell Brown went all the way. He was feelin this all week, and it payed off. Jerry: I can’t believe Russell Brown actually took down Larell! Bob: It was an incredible match, and I can imagine it won’t be long before Larell asks for a rematch. Russell grins crazily as he’s handed the belt. He turns his grin on Jay Williams, who looks slightly disbelieving, and on Larell, who is still down. Then, after a few nods to the fans, he leaves the ring and heads to the back. Jay follows shortly afterward. Jerry: I believe you’re right on that, Bob. Larell isn’t going to take this lying down. No pun intended. Larell manages to get up at last. He looks around, slowly nods, and then makes his own exit. Bob: I think we just witnessed Larell acknowledging that this time, he had been beaten. Jerry: I guess so. And apparently, we have something happening backstage. Bob: That fast? Well… Jerry: Yep. Roll it. Blair and Robin Cradle appear to be heading out of the building. Blair suddenly stops and looks over at something. Blair: Well if it isn't Damien Blood? Long time no see pal. Blair is face to face with Damien Blood. Well not the real Damien but rather a cardboard cutout of him. Blair: So what do you think you have here that you didn't have before? I'll tell you what you have. You had a couple days to make a name for yourself but now that Paul Blair is here, your time is already over. Do you really think that this thing between you and I will ever change. Do you think that one of these days the ending will be any different? I am the Ruler and you are just a big nobody. Do you see that changing anytime soon? I doubt it. I'm a legend and you - well you are Damien Blood. I think that sums it all up. I'm a legend and you wish you were. In fact, I have nothing else to say to you. Blair walks back towards Robin. He stops just before he gets to her. Blair turns around and goes back over to the cutout. Blair: What did you just say? Who do you think you are? I'll tell you what, maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow. But someday real soon, you will regret having just said what you said. Blair turns around again but this time he quickly turns around and nails the Blairkick on the cutout of Damien sending it flying ten to twelve feet backwards. Blair looks down at the fallen cutout. Blair: What the hell, maybe it will be tonight that you regret it. Don't ever think you can get one over on the Ruler, you little punk ass rollie pollie. Let's go Robin. Robin Cradle walks over to Blair and kisses him right over top of the cutout. After a few seconds, the two walk out of the building hand in hand. We fade back to the arena. Jerry: Cardboard cutouts? Bob: Was he… actually talking to it? I mean, did he think it really responded? Jerry: I have no idea, but I think we’re really in for it with this guy. He seems to bring crazy to an entirely new level. Bob: And speaking of crazy… Jerry: You talking about Brad Jackson? Bob: Yeah, kinda. I mean, the man is talented. There’s no question about that. But I find myself wondering if he’s all there. Jerry: Well, he reacted rather strangely when he got that little gift earlier. Bob: Exactly. And now, he’s going to take on Sensei Shredder, with the Xtreme title on the line. Jerry: Yep. Even more blooooood. Awesome. Bob: Your hunger is never sated, Jerry. Jerry: Not really, no. Tim? The lights go out, and there's a flash of light followed by the roar of thunder. A low level mist begins to cover the ramp, as a second flash of light follows again accompanied by the sound of thunder. The main screen lights up, showing two lightning bolts hitting a pair of skyscrapers and "Defy You" By Offspring kicks in around the arena. The arena lights up again, and this time, instead of thunder, two white pyros shoot down from the sky hitting the stage, Setting off a larger wall of blue fountain style pyros. The Smoke clears and James Lightening Steps forwards on to the stage. James is dressed in his street clothes and carrying his black bat. He strides down to the ring, sliding under the ring ropes. He grabs a microphone. Jerry: Ok, that is not Tim. Bob: Nope. It sure isn’t. James: Well ya know what? I'm sick of this bullshit. I'm sick of the self righteous jackasses saying they’re gonna do this and that. I'm sick of hearing that they're here for the SWA, that being the big bad heroes they are, they’re going to stomp all over these son's of bitches that come steamrolling through here. Rolling his shoulder, James grips the angle of the bat tightly. James: You know what the problem is with these people? They do nothing. They sit on their asses. I made that mistake once. I sat back and let bad people do bad things. I paid the price, and ya know what? It's not worth it. So listen up, butt monkey's. We have all these wannabe Bad Boy's running around acting as if they’re the ultimate god damn shit, taking what they want when they want, and laying there hands where they don't belong. He glares into the camera, never blinking. James: And I, for One, aint gonna take it. I'm gonna take back what's ours. Take back a little bit of damn pride. Don't think I'm playing hero, because I ain't. I'll just be damned if this shit is going to escalate. If we don't stop these assholes now, who's next? What target will they aim at to get the rest of your god damn attention? Who's next? James grits his teeth. James: What's Next? The people you love? Your friends? Your family? None of them are safe while these assholes run riot. I'm gonna stand front and center, ready to take the battle to these assholes, and all I need to know is who the hell is gonna stand up and be counted? It’s time you made a choice, butt monkey's. I've made mine. The Skytron flickers to life, showing the porcelain mask of The Master. We see a dark red room. The Master sits back in his black leather chair. In his hand is a glass of red wine. The flickering candlelight catches the fibers of his long golden robe. Master: The True Star, A man that denies his moral compass but still tries to straddle the line angels walk. We both know you are an angel to some, but to most you’re me. You’re nothing but fallen. Any grace or favor you had slipped away in a moment of anger. A moment of rage drained what ever came before. James eyes fill with anger as they burn a hole in the image on the screen. Master: Look at you posturing. Really, you stand here, calling your brethren to arms. Why truly are you doing this? Because we placed our mark upon the whore that scorned you? Why honestly do you even bother? James spins the bat in his hand. Master: You will soon see that there are consequences to defying your Master. All of you will learn that you are all fallen, and hell has arrived, just like Aaron did. Slowly a huge black crucifix is lowered from the rafters with Aaron Nexus tied to it by barbed wire. His limp body hangs loosely from the wooden structure as James looks on in horror. Master: defiance will not be tolerated. James runs up the ramp way to get Aaron down. As he gets to the top of the Stage, he's blind sided by the wicked Clowns who Jump him From behind causing him to drop his bat. The clowns Hit James with a 3D then toss him off the Stage. Wicked Clowns: All Fall Down. Jerry: No! James Lightening has just been tossed off the stage! I mean, I don’t agree with everything he said, but… Bob: This is crazy. This is absolutely insane. So much is happening tonight… Jerry: And there’s more to come! Someone get James outa there, cause we gotta move on. Bob: Those clowns sure didn’t stick around… Jerry: No indeed. Tim, do your thang. I guess we’ll just have to… Oh wait, there’s the EMT’s. OK, go ahead, Tim. ( Brad Jackson vs. Sensei Shredder - SWA Xtreme Championship ) Tim Marshall: The following is one fall and it is for the SWA Xtreme Championship. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, the current Xtreme Champion, Sensei Shredder! The guitar kicks in and the arena lights go dim. White strobes go off and white smoke appears over the stage. "Go" is heard and Shredder jumps out from beneath the stage, through the smoke, and fireworks blast behind him. The crowd goes wild. Shredder pumps his fist in excitement as he approaches the ring with a slow jog, giving high fives to various fans. He slides into the ring and goes to each turnbuckle and raises his fists in the air, yelling in excitement, giving the fans his love. He then jumps down from the last turnbuckle and waits in the center of the ring, focused on his incoming opponent. Tim Marshall: And the challenger, weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds, The Mechanical Animal himself, Brad Jackson! The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and Jackson's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of 'Lies' by Evanescence filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Jackson stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback. Jerry: Well here we go, time to see if Brad Jackson has what it takes to relieve Sensei Shredder of the Xtreme Championship belt. Bob: That’s right Jerry, it looks like there’s been a lot leading up to this match, Jackson attacking Shredder from behind, which he obviously didn’t appreciate. Jerry: You know, Shredder has been going on and on about how under handed it is to attack someone from behind but isn’t that what he just did at the end of Aggression last week? Bob: That’s true, Jerry, but let’s just see how this match ends up. The ref calls for the bell and the match is underway. Shredder and Jackson circle each other in the ring for a moment before Shredder goes on the attack. He rushes forward, catching Jackson in a sidewalk slam. He hit’s the mat hard, arching his back in pain as Shredder continues the attack with hard stomps to the midsection. The ref moves in to break it up and Shredder picks Jackson up before hitting him with a hard DDT. Jerry: Shredder is really showing just how serious he is about this match, I think Jackson might be having second thoughts about everything he’s been saying about our Xtreme Champion. Bob: You might be right there, Jerry but it’s still early in the match and could be anyone’s game. Shredder is still on the attack, grabbing Jackson back up to give him a devastating backbreaker. Jackson rolls to the far side of the ring as Shredder takes a moment to play to the crowd. He takes his attention off of Jackson who takes the opportunity to drag himself back up in the corner. He turns towards the gloating Shredder, obviously preparing for a spear. As Shredder turns back around Jackson explodes from the corner but Shredder manages to side step at the last second, causing Jackson to get tangled up in the ropes. Jerry: Uh oh, looks like Jackson’s in a tight spot! Bob: If he can’t get free I’m afraid it’s all over for him! Shredder notices Jackson, a sadistic smirk forming on his lips as he moves over and begins delivering hard rights to the side of Jackson’s head. The ref moves in, trying to break them apart while at the same time trying to untangle the helpless Jackson who tries to kick Shredder away from him. He manages to pull Shredder off into the center of the ring, standing there and giving him a lecture about the rules. Shredder pushes him aside and turns, taking a bit of a running start and catching Jackson in the head with a big boot. The impact sends Jackson spinning over the top, untangling him as he lands hard on the outside of the ring. Jerry: He nearly landed at our feet with that high impact move! Bob: Hell, I think I saw some of his teeth fly into the second row! Shredder picks Jackson up and gets ready to Irish whip him into the metal ring post but somehow Jackson manages to counter, sending Shredder head first into it instead. Jackson finally on the attack and catching his second wind, grabs Shredder by the head and rams it into the ring post a few more times for good measure, before sending him back first into the steel steps. Jackson picks Shredder up from the heap on the floor and rolls him back into the ring before climbing in after him. He picks the dazed Shredder back up to his feet before quickly scooping him up with a hard body slam that shakes the entire ring. Jerry: Now I know that that had to hurt! Bob: It’s called payback, Jerry, and Jackson is way over due in this match! Jackson drops down, going for the pin, the ref quickly getting into position. 1... 2... Shoulder up, Jackson does not look at all pleased as he sit back on his knees, looking around at the crowd for a moment before slowly getting to his feet. He holds onto the top rope and precedes to stomp on Shredder’s already injured head. The ref manages to push him back but Jackson is already seeing red. He picks Shredder up and wraps one big hand around his throat, setting him up for a choke slam. This seems to wake Shredder up as he begins delivering hard kicks to Jackson’s midsection. He hits the sweet spot, Jackson releasing his grip and doubling over slightly. Shredder runs back, springing himself off the ropes and hitting Jackson hard with a clothes line. The impact is enough to cause him staggering back a bit and Shredder doesn’t look at all happy about that. He goes off the ropes again, another hard clothes line and this time Jackson is left sprawled out on the mat. Shredder looks up, taking a look around the arena as he begins to signal for his finisher. Jerry: Looks like that’s all she wrote, the chickens are coming home to roost, the cows are heading into the barn, and good ol’ Aunt B’s pie is just about cooled off. Bob: You watch too much T.V. Suddenly Mexican Rap hit’s the PA system, causing Shredder to whirl around, expecting to see The Unholy Two. Sure enough, they emerge at the top of the ramp, pointing down at Shredder in the ring and shouting something that doesn’t sound very nice. The ref is hanging over the ropes, waving his arms and telling them to head backstage but The Unholy Two don’t seem to want to hear it. They start moving towards the ring. Shredder drops back a bit, turning to make sure Jackson is still down when out of nowhere Reynolds hits him with a chair shot right between the eyes. He smirks as Shredder is busted open and he rolls Jackson over on top of him for the pin before rolling out of the ring and ducking from view. The ref turns and sees the cover, quickly going for the count. 1... 2... 3! The bell rings as the ref helps Jackson up, handing him the Xtreme Championship belt. Tim Marshall: Here is your winner and new SWA Xtreme Champion, Brad Jackson! Jerry: Oh dear god, Shredder has been screwed out of his title by the members of Unholy Inc.! We need the paramedics down here! Bob: I hate to say it Jerry, but he should have known he had it coming after last week’s Aggression. It’s like they say in Texas, ‘Don’t mess with the bull, or you’ll get the horns.’ And in this case it was completely legal. I’m sure that Jackson will not be happy with this when he finds out either. Jerry: Well let him take it up with Reynolds. I’d love to see tha… Jerry is cut off as the scene opens in a dark room with grey stone walls. The ground is dark muddy earth. The room is mostly shadows, the only light emanating from a torch held aloft by the speaker. She stands to one side of Lich, who is standing before a large opened hole in the earth, holding a shovel. A black casket is visible within the hole, its ornately designed cover stained with dried blood and grave soil. Lich: So. This is it. Speaker: Yes. Within this casket sleeps my master. Lich casts aside the shovel, kneeling down before the casket. He reaches into his robe and retrieves a small bag full of black and red powder, sprinkling it liberally over the coffin. He then stands and begins to speak. Lich: Thomas von Karstein. I have come to this tainted crypt to awaken you from your slumber. Lich reaches into his sleeve and retrieves a match, striking it and dropping it onto the casket. The powder he'd sprinkled ignites instantly, flaring up in a brilliant lavender spike of flame before going out almost as quickly. He then reaches in his robe for another, larger bag. This time it is filled with white powder and he scatters it around the coffin in a ring. He nods to the Speaker who lowers her torch to touch the ring, and the powder ignites into a circle of flames. Lich: I am not one of yours, vampire. I will not shed my blood for you because it is not yours to demand of me. Now I command you, Thomas von Karstein... ARISE! As Lich speaks, the casket lid suddenly cracks in two, splintering as Thomas von Karstein rises from the ring of flames and grips Lich by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. The ring of flames flares up and changes color to a deep blood red as Karstein's grip on Lich's neck increases slightly, Lich flailing a bit before von Karstein, laughing, lowers him to the ground as the flames die out. Thomas: Give commands to the veak and powerless, Lich. Not me! Thomas releases his hold on Lich's neck, tossing him back a bit. The Speaker stands motionless behind Karstein, a smile on her face. Thomas: But you show courage. As I thought you vould. Vhat do you vant from me, Lich? Lich rubs his throat and catches his breath a bit before answering. Lich: Nothing more than what I offer you in return. I am here to suggest a partnership between us. Thomas crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow, but is still smiling. Thomas: And vhy do you think I vould be interested in such a partnership? You don't seem to be someone vho has problems looking out for himself. Lich: Things are changing in the SWA. Faster than I had anticipated. If I am to enact my plans for this organization I will require assistance. Lich smirks and looks at the vampire, his eyes full of an ambition. Lich: And believe me Thomas. Once I inform you of what those plans are I have no doubt you'll be more than willing to assist me. Thomas smirks at Lich. Thomas: Ah, unbound pure ambition. Thomas chuckles in delight. Thomas: I have seen that look on so many people. But you're one of the few vho come to me vith them. Tell me Lich, if I agree to joining forces vith you. Vill I get to fight? Vill I get to conquer? Vill I get the blood and entertainment I crave so much? Lich grins wickedly, the red stains on his teeth apparent. Lich: Oh, I assure you Thomas von Karstein. There will be blood. Thomas begins to laugh in an evil, frightening manner. The Speaker suddenly looks terrified and backs off several steps. Karstein calms down again and looks at Lich with a predatory smile. Thomas: Alright Lich. Lets play your game for a vhile. It should be interesting enough. Thomas suddenly lunges forward, stoping exactly in front of Lich. Lich remains motionless, the grin not leaving his face. Thomas: Just don't forget Lich. I am your Partner, not some thug you could command. Try that and I vill drink your blood. Thomas smiles evilly at Lich and steps back again. Holding out his hand. Thomas: Do ve have an agreement? Lich takes Thomas' hand and shakes it firmly, nodding his head. Lich: We certainly do, vampire. Thomas begins to laugh wickedly once more as the scene fades to black. The cameras cut back to Bob and Jerry. Jerry: So a new alliance has been formed. Bob: Yeah. Jerry: Well we’ll have to see where that goes. Right now, we have to move on though to something I can safely say that not many of us have been looking forwards to. Bob: Jerry this could decide the future of so many people who are part of the company. Jerry: Don’t forget that he has only one third of the vote. Bob: Even so, I am really not looking forwards to that man even coming close to a position like this. Jerry: He has to get past Crystal Cole first and this will certainly be a challenge. Bob: Yes and I would love to be sat here at the end of the match seeing Reynolds face after he has been beaten by Crystal. Jerry: Well as much as it pains me to say this, say this I must. Let’s go down to ring side and Tim. As Riz's entrance music starts to play the lights slowly turn purple, yellow and green. The camera pans around and shows the fans before coming to rest on the ramp. Riz then walks through the curtains and then begins a slow saunter to the ring. Bob: Oh great he is headed this way. Jerry: Riz is joining us for commentary? Let’s leave now. Riz goes to the table and gets ready to take his position when Sirus Shade jumps the barricade and attacks him from behind. Sirus strikes him in the back of the head with the chair a few times and Riz falls onto the ground. Riz manages to kick Sirus in the knee which forces him back. Sirus is angry though so he goes forwards and punches away at Riz. Security comes down to the action and breaks it up. Riz is taken away and Sirus takes a chair and sits at ring side. Jerry: Apparently, Sirus bought a ticket. I am so glad we didn’t have to put up with Riz on top of everything else. Bob: I couldn’t agree with you more Jerry. Jerry: Now let’s get down to ring side and Tim Marshal. ( Crystal Cole vs. Reynolds for the CEO position ) Tim Marshal: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the CEO position of the SWA Blue and white strobes begin to flash as Take the Power hits the speakers. Crystal then steps out onto the stage as white pyro erupts. Tim Marshal: Introducing, from Norfolk Virginia, weighing one hundred and thirty pounds, here is the SWA president and CEO, Crystal Cole! Bob: With all that has happened it is all going to come to a head tonight. Jerry: And Reynolds cannot afford to even contemplate any complacency because if he does this match will be all over. Bob: Let’s hope so. She makes her way down to the ring, wasting no time whatsoever. As My Gift To You hits the PA system, the lights dim, red white and blue strobes flash over the arena and Reynolds appears on the stage. He raises an arm, eyes fixed on the ring as he slowly makes his way down, ignoring the cheers and jeers coming from the crowd on all sides. Tim Marshal: And the opponent, from Houston Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, Here is Reynolds! Bob: Here is that sick and despicable human being. Jerry: Well You know Bob Kristen had to do what she did. Bob: Yeah and I can’t wait till we have to have Sarah back safe and well. He enters the ring and shoves past the announcer, moving to the far corner and leaning against it. The bell rings and this match is ready to begin. Crystal and Reynolds meat in the middle of the ring. Crystal has a look of grit and determination on her face and Reynolds just has a cocky smirk. Bob: Just look at the look on his face, he is just loving this. Jerry: Yes but the way Crystal is looking this is going to really be a big test for him and he better be ready for it. Crystal punches Reynolds hard in the face and he staggers back. She follows it up with a knee to the chest and finishes it off with a dropkick to the face. Jerry: Big start for Crystal and a nice combination. Bob: Yeah and Reynolds is not smirking now. The crowd cheer as Reynolds hits the mat back first. Crystal bounces off the far ropes and just as Reynolds is getting up she drops him down with a clothesline. She goes to where his head is and angrily punches away at his face. Reynolds covers up and rolls away. Crystal follows him and drags him to his feet. She takes him to a corner and rams his head into the corner a few times. Reynolds staggers a little but not far back enough and Crystal is able to hook his head and using the ropes deliver a tornado DDT. She hooks the far leg and senior Referee Bill Graves administers the pin count. Jerry: A tornado DDT by Crystal and she is going for the pin here. Bob: This could end it early and I sure hope it does. One... Two... Kick out! Bob: No, only a two Reynolds still has plenty left. Jerry: Yes but I am sure that you new Bob that it wasn’t going to be that easy. Crystal jumps on to the second rope and comes off with a moonsault, Reynolds gets his knees up though and she lands on them abdomen first. Reynolds gets to his feet and tosses Her out of the ring as the Ref begins a count. Bob: Momentum has turned and look at that she has been tossed out of the ring. Jerry: Yep and the ref is now going to administer a count. One... Two... He follows her out and manages to find a chair. The Ref is watching so he puts it down. He drags Crystal to her feet and body slams her straight onto the floor. Jerry: A body slam on the floor. Bob: There is little protection with that thin mat, it provides very little padding. Three... Four... Reynolds rolls her back in the ring and follows her in and the count is stopped. Reynolds drags up Crystal and delivers a gut wrench powerbomb. He then goes for a rather nonchalant pin attempt. Jerry: Look at him , I really don’t think he expects to get the win like that. Bob: No he is just showing off. One... Two... Jerry: Kick out! Crystal is pulled to her feet and whipped into the ropes. She bounces back towards Reynolds and gets caught in a sleeper. Jerry: Sleeper applied by Reynolds and Crystal is now in big trouble. Bob: The fans are trying to cheer her on to escape. The crowd try to will Crystal out by cheering. She tries to struggle free but it is locked on to tight so she is not able to escape. Reynolds falls backwards and drives Crystal head first onto the mat in a sleeper slam. He turns her onto her stomach and with one foot firmly planted on Crystal's back he grabs the arms and pulls up on them in a surfboard. Bob: A surfboard. Jerry: Reynolds’s is hanging ten, or in his case five. Bob: Yeah, really funny Jerry. Jerry: I thought it sort of was. Bob: I really don’t want to hear what you call jokes. Jerry: What’s got your goat Bob? Bob: Nothing, I am just not in the mood right now. Jerry: perk up Bob we have a job to do. Crystal screams out in pain as the hold is tightened. With her foot Crystal is able to reach the bottom rope and the Ref begins a count. One... Two... Three... Bob: He better break the hold quick or he will be disqualified. Four... Reynolds reluctantly breaks on the four count. As Reynolds walks forwards He is tripped with a drop toe hold from out of no-where by Crystal. He lands throat first on the bottom rope. As Reynolds tries to recover Crystal uses the time to do likewise. They both get to their feet at just about the same time and Crystal charges forwards and kicks Reynolds in the chest hard. She whips him towards the corner but Senior Referee Bill Graves is standing in the way and is not able to move quick enough and is hit by Reynolds. Jerry: Oh dear, the Ref is down, this match is going to turn ugly. Bob: As if it wasn’t already. Jerry: It is going to turn even more ugly then. The ref hits the mat hard as a smirking Reynolds looks back at Crystal. She looks back at him with a very defiant expression. Reynolds walks forwards and attempts a big right hand. Crystal ducks it and kicks him in the groin. Reynolds doubles over in pain and Crystal uses this predicament to deliver a double under hook DDT. Bob: The Ref is down and instinctively Crystal was going to go for the pin after that Under hook DDT. Jerry: An don’t forget the low blow Bob. Bob: Oh yes of course how could I forget that. Jerry: Do what works Bob. Bob: It’s Reynolds I don’t disagree with her tactics. She instinctively turns him over but then looks over realizing that the ref is still down. She drags Reynolds to his feet and steps away from him. She charges at him with a Crystal shard but he steps out of the way and she ends up in the ropes. Reynolds quickly gets out of the ring and grabs the chair. He gets back in and walks towards Crystal who is untangling her-self from the ropes. She is not able to do this quick enough and Reynolds uses the opportunity to strike her on the back with the chair. Jerry: Cheap shot, an attack with the chair. Bob: Reynolds is full of cheap shots. The Crowd gasps as Crystal hits the mat. Reynolds backs off as Crystal gets to her feet. He charges forwards and connects with a Don’t mess with Texas. He looks over at the Ref disdainfully as if to say get up. The ref is now beginning to move. Reynolds hooks the near leg and goes for the pin. The Ref groggily walks over and drops to make the count. Jerry: Don’t mess with Texas but the Ref is only just able to get over to make the count. Bob: And he looks out of it. One... Two... Thr Kick out! Bob: Crystal only just managed to kick out, this is incredible. Jerry: That was pure instinct and also the delay from the Ref didn’t help. Bob: no just look at Reynolds looking at the Ref. Reynolds looks at the ref with the intension to admonish him and Crystal uses this opportunity to come up from behind him and roll him up in a victory roll. One... Two... Jerry: Victory roll from out of no-where. Kick out! Bob only a two count, good idea though. Crystal then throws a few lefts and rights which all connect. She then executes a hurricanrana and Reynolds hits the mat. Crystal then goes for a Crystal prism. Jerry: Crystal Prism, Crystal Prism. Bob: This could be it Jerry. How is Reynolds going to escape from this? Jerry: I don’t think he can. She is able to lock it in and Reynolds screams out in pain as the hold is firmly locked on. The fans begin to clap their hands and stamp their feet willing Reynolds to tap. Chrystal maintains pressure on the hold and Reynolds has now choice but to tap. He taps once... Bob: He is tapping out. Twice... On the third his hand lands on the bottom rope. Jerry: His hand landed on the bottom rope. Bob: What a fluke. I can’t believe it. The Ref begins the count and Crystal breaks on the fourth. Crystal goes to the top rope and leaps off with a senton bomb. Reynolds rolls out of the way and she lands on the mat back first. Jerry: She missed the Senton bomb. Bob: Ouch, she has to be winded. Both competitors are now down so the Ref begins a count. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Bob: We could be looking at a count out here Jerry. Jerry: Yes maybe but I don’t think so. Bob: Just listen to the fans, they have really enjoyed the match and they have really enjoyed themselves tonight. Six... Seven... Eight... They both begin to get to their feet as the count is now stopped. Reynolds goes behind and delivers a back drop suplex. Reynolds drops a knee to the shoulder of Crystal and she rolls around in agony. Reynolds hits a standing drop kick to the rising Crystal and she hits the mat hard once again as the drop kick connected with the face of Crystal. Reynolds walks towards the fallen body of Crystal and bends down to taunt her. Bob: Look at him taunting Crystal. Jerry: He thinks he could have this match and I am not sure I can disagree. From out of no-where Crystal rolls him up with a small package. Jerry: Small package, this could be it. One... Two... Thre Kick out! Bob: Oh, so close. Crystal using the momentum of the surprise attack starts attacking Reynolds with rights and lefts. He covers up and backs off. Crystal runs forwards and hooking the head she falls back in a kind of swinging DDT. Reynolds is dragged up and Crystal uses a fireman’s carry take down to put him in position. Crystal goes to the top rope and jumps off looking to connect with a shooting star press. She is able to do just this and after the completion of the move she hooks the leg looking for the pin. Bob: Nice shooting star press from Crystal this has to be over now. Jerry: She is going for it. One... Two... Thre shoulder up! Jerry: Only just got the shoulder up, that was so close again. Bob: Look at that. The Unholy Two appear on the stage with a wheelchair which has Sarah in it. Jerry: Unholy Two with Sarah and Crystal has seen it. Bob: Look out Crystal! Crystal looks over to the entrance area and spots this. She turns back around only to be met with the Don’t mess with Texas. This connects fully and this time Reynolds wastes no time in going for the pin. Bob: Don’t mess with Texas, It can’t end like this, it just can’t. Jerry: He is wasting no time this time and he is going for the pin. One... Two... Three! Jerry: That is it. It’s all over. Bob: This is disgusting. Crystal doesn’t seem too concerned about the loss. Instead, she gets up, departs the ring and heads towards the ramp. The Unholy Two push the wheelchair down towards her and it hits her. Security comes out and grabs the Unholy Two as they look at Reynolds for help but he just waves at them as security leads them away. Sirus runs towards Sarah as B. Cool and Kristen also come down the ramp towards ringside. B. Cool goes to check up on Crystal and Kristen goes towards Sarah and Sirus. After a few moments they all look into the ring at the smirking face of Reynolds as the scene fades to the SWA logo and then to black. |
