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Voice: Turbulence can
come in many forms. We see the Turbulence
banner appear on screen as Ryan Star's "This Could Be the Year" begins
to play. Voice: It could mean
trouble with a relationship... We see a shot of
Calypso holding Allister by the throat. Voice: Or it could mean
a simple bump in the road. We see Judas watching
Damien Stivers wrestle. Voice: But all
turbulence can lead to destruction. The lyrics of the song
begin, but they are still in the background, backed by a continuing
guitar riff. We now see Stivers losing his matches, and Carine being
tortured. Voice: And one such
bump can change the course of everything. We see Waldo, title
around his waist. Voice: Tonight is not
just about new turbulence, it is about the consequences and results of
the old. Tonight, everything comes to fruition, and when it's all said
and done, who knows where we'll land. We see the entire list
of matches for the night, all done in fancy font. Voice: There is no
predicting what will happen when you encounter... The words on the screen
explode, and are again replaced by the Turbulence banner as the song in
the background picks up. Voice: Turbulence. We cut to the arena
then, where the crowd is already roaring, and pyros are going off all
around. The SWA and Turbulence banners fly high as we pan around the
arena, and the crowd does their best to make sure their signs are flying
just as high. We pan around them, and then finally come to rest on Bob
Macatire and Cal Norton. Bob: Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Cal: Oh it certainly
will be, Bob. And let's not forget that the Anarchy championship may
also change hands here tonight. Bob: Indeed. All that
makes me want to just jump right in. Bob: No no, I'm
genuinely ready for this night. Let's get down to business.
Bob: We sure should,
and we start it with a new comer by the name of Dominic McManus who will
be taking on Ventor.
Bob: It's going to be a
leap into the lions den for Dominic and a win against Ventor would
certainly put his name out there.
A loss on the other hand may nock back his confidence.
Bob: Good point Cal.
Any ways we won't get any answers by just talking about it so
let's get down to ring side and get this match underway.
( Dominic McManus vs. Ventor
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The music hits the
sound system, the sound of bagpipes filling the arena, quickly
accompanied by drums. As the music begins to get into full swing large
green, white and orange pyros set off on both sides of the stage.
Dominic emerges from the back, seeming to stumble onto the stage. A
bottle of ale in hand, he holds it up, giving a yell at the crowd. He
moves to the edge of the stage, tossing the bottle off to the side and
jumps off of the stage, landing on the floor next to the ramp.
Tim Marshal:
introducing first, from Blackrock
Bob: We have had our
fair share of those before with differing degrees of success and
obviously the Jury is still out on Dominic McManus as this is the first
time we will be seeing him.
He then runs down the
lane, giving high fives to those in front before sliding into the ring
and pulling his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd before turning his
attention to his upcoming opponent.
"Wolfbiker" by
Evergreen Terrace begins to play as Ventor walks out onto the stage. As
Ventor makes his way to the ring, orange pyros erupt from the stage.
Tim Marshal: On the way
to the ring, from
Bob: Perhaps one of
those early nerve things
He begins to strut down
the ramp in a flashy robe, getting huge heat from the crowd. He
slides into the ring, raising his hands in the air, to make his arms
shaped like a "V." He jumps off and takes his robe off. He folds it up
and waits for the match to start.
The bell rings and both
men meet in the centre of the ring.
Keen to make a good start Dominic begins the match with a series
of jabs to the ribs of Ventor.
He winds back, looking to nail Ventor with a hard right hand but
Ventor blocks it by bringing up a forearm just in the nick of time.
The Punch hits the forearm and then Ventor goes on the attack
him-self. He delivers a
series of short jabs followed by an elbow and finishes off the combo
with a knee to the chest of Dominic.
Dominic staggers back but maintains his feet.
Cal: I don't know how
wise it is to be stood in the middle of the ring and trading blows with
Ventor if you are five foot eight and one hundred and forty five pounds
with Ventor being six nine and two hundred and eighty pounds.
Bob: I am sure he is
not going to continue with this Strategy Cal, after all the match has
just started and don't for get he has to get Ventor down on the mat
first too.
Ventor goes for a high
roundhouse kick but Dominic ducks it and kicks out the standing leg of
Ventor. This takes Ventor
crashing to the mat back first and provides the opening Dominic is
looking for. Dominic mounts
Ventor and then unloads with a series of elbows to the head.
Bob:
See there you go
Ventor throws Dominic
off him and rolls over so that he can get to his feet.
When Ventor is on his hands and knees Dominic charges forwards
and drives a knee right into the side of Ventor's head.
This disorients Ventor and causes him to roll over onto his back
once again. Dominic goes for
a pin attempt after a lateral press.
referee Jack Brigs
checks the cover before making the count.
Bob: A pin attempt by
the rookie here, let's see if it's too early.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Dominic then unloads
with some more lefts and rights as Ventor tries to get to his feet.
He backs off and
waits for Ventor to stand.
When Ventor does stand Dominic charges forwards and leaps but the
attempted flying clothesline is countered by Ventor who catches Dominic
in mid-air. Ventor
then plants Dominic with a sidewalk slam.
Ventor drags Dominic to his feet and hooks him up with a double
underhook. He then falls
backwards causing Dominic to land on his head hard.
Ventor then goes for a pin.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal: kick out after two
following that double arm DDT.
Ventor now in firm control but Dominic showing that he is still
here and will not back down so easily.
Bob:
It's the way you have to be in the SWA, those who aren't don't
last long here.
Ventor drags Dominic to
his feet and whips him into the ropes.
As he comes back at Ventor, the latter charges forwards and
spears down Dominic.
Ventor then waits for his opponent to get to his feet.
When Dominic does so Ventor kicks him in the gut and hooks him up
in a vertical suplex position.
He lifts up Dominic but when Dominic is vertical he manages
to slip out of Ventor's grip and drop behind him.
Dominic chopblocks Ventor and this causes Ventor to land on the
mat with a crash. Dominic
then climbs onto the second rope and comes off, landing a knee drop to
the chest of Ventor. Dominic
sits up Ventor and delivers a series of knees to the back.
Ventor manages to escape after about four of these and gets to
his feet. Dominic climbs to
the top rope and as Ventor turns around he leaps off and catches Ventor
right between the eyes with a double axe handle.
This is hard enough to drop Ventor to the mat.
Dominic wastes no time and goes for a pin.
Bob: Such a precise
move there by Dominic and this match could be all over.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Cal; No still not
enough. Dominic has to do
much more than that to beat Ventor.
Dominic waits for
Ventor to get to his feet, when Ventor does so Dominic hooks Ventor's
head. Ventor counters the
attempted DDT by fighting out of it.
Ventor picks up Dominic and falls forwards, landing a gordbuster.
The former champion backs away and as Dominic gets to his feet
Ventor nails him with a Yakuza kick.
Ventor waits for Dominic to get to his feet.
When he Does Ventor goes for the classic left hook but misses.
Dominic had clearly seen it coming and had backed away.
Unfortunately for Dominic this evasive tactic unbalances him and
spotting this Ventor takes him down to the mat with a double leg pull.
Ventor immediately hooks up Dominic and steps over him to lock in
the Ventornado.
Dominic struggles and struggles as he screams out in pain.
Bob: Wow Dominic
avoided the classic left hook only to now get caught by the Ventornado
what a bad spot for him.
Cal: He is trying his
best to hold on but look at the pained expression on his face Bob.
Bob: You are right Cal,
if he can't find an escape soon he will have no choice but to tap.
Dominic holds on for as
long as he can. The pain
though shooting up his legs and back is almost too much to bear.
He attempts to get the ropes but they are too far away.
In the end he has no choice and taps out.
The bell rings and Ventor's theme plays as Ventor releases the
hold.
Tim Marshal: here is
your winner, Ventor!
Cal: What a match bob,
a good debut from Dominic McManus and I know he will be back.
It's onwards and upwards for Ventor though.
Bob: It sure is and
after such a display his confidence has to be soaring.
Dominic climbs out of
the ring and heads to the back as Wolfbiker continues to play and Ventor
stays in the ring celebrating.
Bob: A good way to get
Turbulence underway and there is so much action still to come here.
Cal: Absolutely. No
point in delaying what the fans want to see.
Bob: Well, this next
one is gonna be ugly.
Cal: You can say that
again, a Crucifixion match with a lot of bad blood behind it.
Bob: Stivers is going
to be wanting his revenge here after all Judas has done to his wife,
time to see if he can get it. Let's head to Tim Marshal to get this one
kicked off.
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is a Crucifixion Match, the only way to win is to nail
your opponent to the cross by the side of the stage and raise it up!
After the first verse
of Eye Of The Tiger by survivor, Damien appears on the top of the ramp
and makes his way to the ring without paying attention to anything that
is happening around him while also carrying the whip and battery from
his promo.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds, Damien Stivers!
Cal: Damien has to win
this match, that's really all there is to it. Nothing has gone his way
dealing with Judas thus far and poor Carine has been paying the price
for it.
Bob: He seemed about to
go off the deep end this week, Judas could be playing with fire here
pushing him too far.
Cal: Well we'll see, so
far he hasn't exactly been doing an effective job extracting his
revenge. Obviously I hope he can, but I don't know.
When Damien enters the
ring, he goes to the middle of the ring and draws aside his arms to show
that he is at his place before then lowering them once again.
Fireworks explode from each corner of the ring. Then Damien takes
his corner readying himself for the match.
"Pater Noster" by
E-Nomine is starting to play as the lights dim a little. Judas steps
through the curtains. Wearing his ring attires, the chain with the
silver cross and a metal cilice around one of his tights. Fresh blood is
pouring down his leg in very small trickles. He has a rope in his
hands and stops, smirks sadistic at Damien in the ring and then starts
to pull with both hands on the rope. Slowly he pulls a cart out on the
ramp. On it is a gigantic wood cross. Tied to that cross is Carine
Stivers. She is naked and her body bears the marks of all the tortures
Judas has wracked on the poor woman. A grisly statement of the cruelty
of Judas Iscariot. Besides her are two cans of gasoline.
Bob: Come on now, this
is ridiculous.
Cal: Disgusting really,
why did we hire this guy to begin with anyways? At this point Damien heads out of the ring furious, running towards them, but Judas was ready for that and just races and clotheslines him. Judas music stops as he drags him towards the ring. Damien recovers and starts a brawl with Judas which takes them to the ring side. There Judas slams Damien's head onto the ring stairs. Then he removes his cilice and whips Damien with it. After five strokes he grabs him and pushes him into the ring, only to follow and the match starts officially with the bell ringing.
Cal: Judas getting the
upper hand here before the match even starts.
Bob: You have to wonder
if he was baiting Damien in there.
As Damien rises to his
feet, Judas meets him with a hard forearm club to the back and then
another knocking him back down. With him lying prone face first, Judas
slowly starts working him over with a garvin stomp targeting all of
Damien's exposed limbs. Taking extra time to savor his work, each stomp
is extra vicious before he finally delivers a nasty stomp to the back of
the head. Taking the cilice he goes back to whipping Damien with vicious
lashes, causing welts to start to form on his back. Fighting through the
pain with sheer force of will however, Damien struggles back to his feet
even with the lashes. Judas seems somewhat taken aback as Damien stares
a hole through Judas grabbing the cilice in mid lash and tossing it to
the ground before taking him down with a thesz press raining down wild
punches on him in a fit of rage.
Bob: Stivers has had
enough here, look at the drive he's showing to just shrug off that
onslaught by Judas!
Cal: When you've got
that type of motivation, it causes you to step it into another gear Bob.
Popping back up to his
feet, Damien grabs the whip he brought and starts whipping away at the
downed Judas with a series of hard lashes. He continues to do so, until
Judas manages to slow him down with a low blow to boos from the crowd.
As Stivers falls to the mat, Judas rolls outside the ring to look for
some more weapons to use. After foraging around under there for a while
he proudly emerges wielding a singapore cane. He holds it up in the air
with a sick grin on his face, but unfortunately for him he took too long
and wasn't paying attention to the fact that Stivers had started
stirring in the ring. Judas only notices this as he turns to see that
Stivers has chucked the battery with the electrodes attached to it from
the ring to the outside at full force, moments before it nails Judas
square in the nose causing him to drop to the floor on the outside like
a ton of bricks. Judas' nose appears to be broken by this as blood
starts pouring from it quite profusely.
Cal: Ouch, that could
be a game changer right there.
Bob: It's going to
affect his endurance not being able to breathe properly.
Damien rolls out of the
ring and looks to hook the electrodes up to Judas' chest as he starts to
stir, but is unable to as Judas bites Damien's hand causing him to jump
back and allowing Judas time to return to his feet. As he does so he
nails Damien with a punch that's returned back, and the two begin a wild
exchange as they start to brawl taking them around the side of the
entrance ramp. Getting the better of it, Damien irish whips Judas hard
into the guard rail causing him to fall down clutching his back. Pulling
him back up he delivers a knee to the gut before Judas rakes his eyes to
take the advantage again with a hard scoop slam on the concrete floor.
After delivering a knee drop across the face Judas drags Damien by the
arm over to the area where the cross is set up and goes for hammer and
nails set up over there. As he props him up by the cross, Damien with a
second wind fights back with a few punches. Dropping the hammer and
nails Judas fights back, but is dropped by a clothesline from Damien and
then planted hard with a vicious black hole slam on the floor. Grabbing
the hammer, Damien measures Judas waiting and biding his time for him to
get back to his feet. As Judas finally does so clutching at his back,
Damien smashes him in the forehead busting him open with a hard shot
from the hammer making a sickening sound on impact.
Bob: Judas is down, I
think he's out cold here. Cal: Damien needs to capitalize here, this could be his only chance.
Adding in a full force
shot with the hammer to the ribs of the downed Judas, Damien with some
effort props him up against the cross. It's a disturbing sight as his
limbs are nailed to it, blood dripping as each nail is driven through
his flesh. Suddenly with a sick look on his face, he heads over to the
cans of gasoline that were on the stage and returns with them unscrewing
each can and splashing the gas all over the general direction of Judas
and the cross he's nailed to. After raising the cross with some effort,
the bell rings and with one last glance in his direction Damien grabs a
lighter from his pocket and flicks it as he tosses it towards the cross
causing it to burst into flames. Tim Marshal is slightly taken aback by
this as he announces the winner.
Tim Marshal: Um here is
your winner ... Damien Stivers.
"Eye Of The Tiger" hits
as Damien heads over to untie Carine and take her to the back and the
disgusting sound of screaming and smell of burning flesh fills the
arena. Arena staff quickly run out to put Judas out as quickly as they
can while EMTs follow closely behind.
Bob: Well, Damien got
Carine back and um he also ... yeah.
Cal: Some things are
better just not to talk about.
Judas has been put out
by this point as Damien and Carine have both departed by this point.
Bob: Let's just move
onto our next match, with the Anarchy Title on the line.
(
Stephanie Frost vs Lance King – Anarchy Championship
Cal: Well, here’s
a blockbuster match that everyone has been waiting for, Bob. The
Anarchy Championship is on the line!
Bob: Yes, the
number one contender for the title, Lance King, looks to dethrone our
reigning Anarchy Champion Stephanie Frost!
Cal: We all saw
their numerous promos back and forth this week. Intense words by
both competitors.
Bob: Lance King
has made it very clear that he is going to win this match because he
truly needs the Anarchy Title. Cal: Stephanie wasn’t too impressed by those words obviously. She felt Lance King needed to bring more to the table this week.
Bob: Well, let's see if
he succeeds.
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWA Anarchy
Championship!!!!!!!
“This War” by 30
Seconds to Mars starts up, and after a few moments he appears in the
entrance, standing there in just a pair of jeans and tennis shoes,
leaving his upper torso bare save for the simple white shoulder pads and
wrist cuffs. Long blonde hair falls in curls just past his shoulder
blades. He turns his head quickly to the left and the right, looking out
over the stadium and all the people gathered there, his features looking
solemn and serious at first as a few cheers ring out in the silence. The
look stays on his features until he begins to move down the ramp.
Tim Marshal:
Making his way to the ring, from Parsippany, New Jersey, weighing in at
285 pounds, the number one contender for the SWA Anarchy Championship,
Lance King!!!!!
Then he smiles as he
slaps the hands of a few people that reach out, jogging the rest of the
way down to the ring, to climb up the stairs to the apron quickly. Lance
then pulls the top rope up, stepping over the middle and ducking in
beneath the top rope, before quickly moving his other leg through. He
raises both arms into the air then, looking around the stadium once more
with a grin.
Bob: Lance King
can’t help but to grin here on Turbulence. This could potentially
be the highlight of his career if he can pull a win against Stephanie
Frost.
Cal: That’s the
truth, Bob, but unfortunately that may be easier said than done.
The Bitch from Berkshire doesn’t go down without a fight, that’s for
sure. Lance’s music fades out. The Skytron flickers to a blue background with Stephanie Frost in gleaming silver Writing as “That Girl” by Lindsey Lohan begins to play. The lights turn blue as Stephanie frost steps out onto the stage and looks around with her hands on her hips for a fleeting moment. She then briskly walks down the ramp. Tim Marshal: And his opponent, From Reading Berkshire England, weighing in at 135 pounds, she is your current SWA Anarchy Champion, Stephanie Frost! She hops onto the apron
and steps into the ring over the second rope. Silver pyros go off at two
of the turnbuckles as Stephanie runs her fingers through her hair. She
then runs to a corner and blows a kiss to a random fan. She then meets
up with Lance King and the two stand toe-to-toe in the middle of the
ring. Her music fades and the bell rings to start off the match.
Bob: You can’t
help but admire the confidence in Stephanie. She's less than half
of Lance King’s size and she still has no problem stepping right up to
him.
Cal: Just goes to
show how strong the women of the SWA are compared to other wrestling
organizations.
Lance starts off the
match strong with a side headlock. Lance cranks the hold as hard
as he can, but Stephanie battles back with a few elbows to the stomach,
making him loosen the hold. Once Stephanie escapes fully, she
winds back and attempts to hit Lance with a jumping side kick to the
stomach. Lance reacts in time and catches her foot in mid-air.
He tries to toss her foot down to the ground, but instead it actually
helps Stephanie build momentum for a spinning hook kick right to the
temple, knocking Lance down.
Bob: After a
couple moves back and forth, we see Stephanie pick up the upper hand
early on.
With Lance laid out in
the middle of the ring, Stephanie bounces off the ropes next to her,
runs towards Lance, and goes for a running knee drop. Before she
can hit the move, Lance rolls out of the way and she hits the canvas
instead. Lance gets up and nails a few stomps onto the knee of
Stephanie.
Cal: Nice
reversal by Lance King!!!
Bob: Lance seems
like he doesn’t want to take any risks going into this match. If
it means beating up on the injured knee of Stephanie, so be it.
Lance then sits next to
Stephanie and begins to apply an Indian Deathlock. Stephanie
screams in pain and desperately grabs the bottom rope right away.
The referee forces Lance to break the hold.
Cal: Poor
planning there by Lance King!! He should have pulled Stephanie in
the middle of the ring first. Too late I guess.
Stephanie begins to
limp up to her feet. Lance waits for Stephanie to get up.
Once she is up, Lance charges after her for a clothesline, but Stephanie
simply grabs the top rope and pulls down, causing Lance to fly right out
of the ring. Once he gets back to his feet, Stephanie leaps over
the ropes and delivers a cross body to the outside of the ring.
Both Stephanie and Lance are laid out on the outside.
Bob: Look at
Stephanie and Lance. She knocked herself out delivering that
move!!
Cal: These two
really need to get to their feet or we may have a double count out
coming up.
The referee begins to
count.
One!!! Two!!!
Three!!!
Stephanie slowly gets
to her feet, and Lance doesn’t follow far behind. She grabs him
really quick by the head, slamming him face first into the ring apron.
This stuns Lance a bit, giving Stephanie enough time to roll back into
the ring.
Four!!! Five!!!
Six!!!
Bob: Get back in
Lance!!! Get back in!!!!
Lance finally begins to
shake it off and Stephanie gets to her feet inside of the ring.
Seven!!! Eight!!!
Nine!!!
Lance finally slides
back into the ring to break the count in the knick of time.
Cal: Yes!!!
Lance back in the ring and the match continues!!!!!!
Stephanie doesn’t let
Lance get back up, hitting a few falling elbows to the body of Lance.
Stephanie then grabs the hair of Lance and picks him up onto his feet.
With Lance still bent down a bit, Stephanie steps back and tries to go
for a scissor’s kick. Lance dodges out of the way, and when
Stephanie turns around he delivers a T-bone suplex. Stephanie is
laid out and Lance goes for a pin.
One!
Two!!!
Kick out by
Stephanie!!!!
Bob: First pin
attempt in this match unsuccessful by Lance King!!!
Cal: Stephanie
doesn’t seem to be responding after that huge suplex. What is
Lance planning on doing next?!
Lance picks Stephanie
back up onto her feet and grabs her around the waist. He tries to
go for a belly to belly suplex, but before he can slam her down
Stephanie gives him a double ear slap. Lance breaks the hold and
holds the side of his head. With Lance stunned for a minute,
Stephanie slams Lance down with a running facebuster. She goes for
a cover.
One!
Two!!!
Shoulder up by Lance!!! Bob: The Anarchy Champion gains control again!! Lance’s face has to be sore after those hard shots!
Cal: Yes, but
somehow, someway Lance King got his shoulder off of the mat! Both
of these competitors aren’t giving up just yet!
Before Lance can get
back to his feet, Stephanie leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, facing
towards the crowd.
Bob: This really
doesn’t look good for Lance King right about now.
Stephanie leaps in the
air for a moonsault. Lance manages to raise both knees up, and
Stephanie ends up landing belly first into Lance’s knees.
Cal: You mean
this doesn’t look good for Stephanie!! She could have broken a rib
or two right there!!
With Stephanie kneeling
on the ground, Lance King quickly rolls her up with a small package.
One!
Two!!!
Th….Kick out by
Stephanie!!!!
Bob: If Stephanie
left her shoulders on the mat a half of second longer, we could have
potentially seen a new Anarchy Champion.
Cal: Well, that’s
exactly why she is the champion!
With Stephanie still on
the mat, Lance picks her up and whips her into the turnbuckle, sending
her there back-first. Lance walks over and gives her a few punches
to the head before lifting her onto the top turnbuckle in a sitting
position. Lance walks up onto the second turnbuckle and tries to
go for a superplex, but Stephanie hooks her leg around the rope and
doesn’t budge. She holds on, gives him an upper cut to the
stomach, and slams him off of the turnbuckle. She then leaps off and
nails a leg drop from the top turnbuckle.
Bob: Oh no!!!!
Icing on the Cake right across the neck of Lance King!!!!
Cal: She’s
hooking the leg!!!!!
One!
Two!!!
Three!!!!!!
The bell rings and her
music begins to play. Stephanie gets up and raises her hand high
in the air.
Tim Marshal: Here
is your winner, and still the SWA Anarchy Champion, Stephanie Frost!!!!!
The referee gives her
the title belt. She holds the championship up and leaves Lance
King in the middle of the ring.
Bob: Could we ask
for a better match than what we just witnessed?
Cal: It’s going
to be tough to beat that match, for sure. Stephanie proved exactly
why she is the current champion.
Stephanie Frost raises
her title once more before entering the backstage area. Lance King
rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back too. Suddenly
the Bread Zombie limps out onto the ramp. He moans loudly.
Cal: And what
would an SWA pay per view be without the Bread Zombie!! People pay
their hard earned money to see him.
Bob: We got word
from backstage that he's still searching for Thomas Carmichael.
He limps down the ramp
as fast as he's able to. He comes to the ring and bumps into it. Then he
falls, really falls, to his knees and looks under the ring. Jerkily he
gets up and limps around the ring towards the announcer tables. He then
forces his way between Bob and Cal to look if Thomas is under their
table.
Cal: This is
making me a bit uncomfortable, Bob. Not going to lie.
Bob: Keep still
and don’t move. He won’t bother us that way.
The Bread Zombie limps
to the Spanish announcer table. There he does the same. Frustrated with
the lack of success in his search, he moans angrily and spits a nasty
ball of spit, half chewed bread and something not really identifiable on
their table and limps towards the ring again.
Cal: Ok, that’s
just disgusting.
Bob: At least
he’s walking towards the ring again. That’s a blessing in itself!
Again he falls to his
knees and with one final moan and the cry of "TOAST" crawls under the
ring and vanishes.
Bob: Right.
Cal: Yes, well, I guess
the search continues, though I'm pretty sure he's heading the wrong way.
Bob: yeah, I kinda
doubt he's gonna find Thomas under the ring.
Cal: Though he'll try
his hardest, I'm sure. Bob: Well it looks as
though we've got something noteworthy going on backstage, folks. Cal: Let us not delay.
Roll it! We head backstage to
see our new Xtreme Champion Seth Blitzer walking down the hall dressed
sharply with his title belt slung over his shoulder. Alongside him are
an obedient looking Thomas Von Karstein, and a rather dejected looking
Dr. Lloyd. As they stop in front of a door, Seth can be seen shooing
Thomas away. Seth: Thank you Thomas,
but I won't be needing you here. Dr. Lloyd can protect me for now if
anyone tries to attack. For now, you can go off and fetch me some
coffee. The Blitzman has business to attend to. Thomas bows to Seth,
before hurrying off to find coffee for his Master while Dr. Lloyd looks
horrified. Dr. Lloyd: Um ... what?
No I can't! Seth lets out a hearty
belly laugh and pats her on the back way too hard. Seth: Oh Dr. Lloyd you
fine piece of ass, you're such a joker. She flinches from the
pat, and has a disgusted look on her face as she rubs where he slapped
her. In the meantime Seth has knocked on the door, and one Joe Dick has
opened it up seeming quite confused as to why this man would be
bothering him. Joe: What do you want?
I'm trying to hurry up and watch this Dudley Do Right sketch on my Rocky
& Bullwinkle DVD before the next match starts. Seth flashes an
insincere grin. Seth: I'm sorry to
bother you Mr. Dick, but this will only be a moment. I can assure you
though, it will be well worth your time. Joe rolls his eyes. Joe: First off, no
you're not sorry. Secondly, I can pretty much guarantee it won't only be
a moment. Third, no it won't be worth my time. Seth nods his head and
shoves Joe aside as he enters his locker room. Seth: Excellent, I can
guarantee you won't be regretting your decision. The Blitzman is here to
do what he does best, help people and put smiles on faces. As he finishes that
line, the woman who he makes cry on a daily basis follows behind him
moping along. Seth: See, I've noticed
you've made quite an impact here in your first month Joseph. You're
talented, ambitious, clever and aggressive. When I look at you I see a
future star. Joe nods his head at
that, seemingly digesting all the information. Joe: Thanks, and for
what it's worth when I see you I see a cheap suit, fake rolex, and bad
haircut.
Seth lets out a laugh,
completely phony of course. Seth: Ah see, he's got
a sense of humor too! But allow me to continue, see at Ark Technologies
we have a few core values that I like to stress. Innovation, customer
satisfaction, quality, integrity, brand loyalty, hard work, creativity,
making the customers our priority, motivation, cohesiveness, moving
forward towards a bottom line of satisfying our customers, and last but
not least honesty. And see it's that goal of being a revolutionary and
giving people what they want that led us to grow from just being a small
multi billion dollar technological juggernaut to a pioneer in other
industries as well. See much like the Blitzman, Ark Technologies also
came from humble beginnings until he rose up the ranks and turned it
into the true global entity it is today. Joe yawns loudly,
something Seth seems completely oblivious to as he continues to listen
to himself speak. Seth: And you might be
asking yourself, what is it that gave you the motivation to become the
success you are Seth? What instilled these values in you? Well that's an
excellent question, and let me explain. See the Blitzman wasn't always
the epitome of masculinity you see in front of yourself today. Growing
up he was a small skinny child in an abusive home, he had to find inner
strength and resolve to make something of himself. He'd need to spend
his time on the mean streets of Chicago all day just to avoid his own
home because he knew if his old man had been hitting the bottle, well
it'd be young Seth that paid for it. But even when it came time to face
that, he didn't let that get him down or mope and cry. No, he'd take
each lash from his belt or punch to the face, curse word uttered from
his old man's gin soaked beak and use them as motivation. As motivation
to better himself, and escape that hellhole. Motivation to become
something better than his old man was. And that's the same inner
strength and resolve I look for in any employee I hire. See for example
Dr. Lloyd here may not be a wrestler, but I knew she can handle herself
in this cut throat environment. Why? Because she's a winner, just like
the Blitzman. And even if she has some unfortunate accident or breaks
her neck due to lack of training, something along those lines. She can
take that and use the inner fire it takes to rehab that injury as fuel
to come back better than ever as a research doctor and a wrestler. Joe make a gun shape
with his hand and puts a finger to his temple making a motion as if
blowing his brains out. While this manages to actually draw a slight
chuckle from Dr. Lloyd, Seth is still too wrapped up in his own world to
notice it. Seth: Now as you all
know, I've invested in a few wrestlers before who didn't manage to live
up to their end of things. But, I can tell you're different Joseph; that
you've got what it takes to make it to the top. Realizing he needs to
be a bit more forceful in interjecting, Joe clears his throat loudly. Joe: Can you just get
to the point? Sighing, Seth smirks
and shakes his head. Seth: Such impatience,
but sure I'll be glad to. The point is Ark Technologies would like to
sponsor you, sure you could have success without us but think about it
... the best training
facilities, state of the art supplements at your disposal. An
endorsement deal, commercial spots, money beyond what you can believe
and mainstream starpower. Pausing, Joe stops to
scratch his chin for a moment. Joe: So basically I get
your company more exposure, you reward me handsomely financially, I
scratch your back you scratch mine? Seth nods his head
grinning widely. Seth: Exactly my man. Flashing a smile back
Joe responds. Joe: Excellent, sounds
like everyone comes out a winner. So here's the deal .... you can fuck
off now.
The Blitzman's
expression suddenly changes, he wasn't expecting that. Joe: Oh right .... I
forgot, that was the part where I'm supposed to accept your offer
because I'm the bad guy without morals right? Sorry, I've never been
very good at remembering how these things work. See here's the thing bub,
I really don't give a shit about your money. What, I'm supposed to give
up my freedom and my individuality so I can be a little corporate puppet
for you? All I'll need to do is shine your shoes and make you coffee
right? Seth is frantically
starting to go into damage control mode. Seth: No, no, that's a
completely different situation altogether ... this isn't about working
for me, it's about working with me. Joe clearly isn't
caring what Seth has to say right now as he responds. Joe: You really think I
care about all that Seth? I got into wrestling so I could be a lame ass
pseudo-celebrity shilling energy drinks on late night TV? Take your
mainstream starpower and once again kindly fuck off please. See here's
the thing, we come from completely different worlds and have different
priorities. I'm not some slick big city douchebag like you, I'm a crude
small town douchebag. I'm not in this for the money, and I'm not going
to change who I am for Seth Blitzer. And to be honest, I like my life a
hell of a lot better than yours. I'm not trading in Waffle House to live
in a penthouse and become a giant fake piece of shit. Here's the thing
too, you'll never get why it is I feel that way because you don't know
what it's like to be actually be a wrestler. You're a TV personality who
just happens to wrestle as part of his job, and there's a huge fucking
difference. You don't know what it's like to wrestle on the indies or
Europe, or Japan, or Mexico for shit money and still love it. And you're
not one of those people who may not have taken the traditional route
working their way up the indies, but have a love for this company
either. You're just a leech trying suck this place dry, nothing more. So
yeah, you can totally get
out of my locker room now. An incensed Seth glares
at him, not believing the nerve of this jackass. Seth: Oh the Blitzman
will be going now, but don't think he'll forget this. Come on Dr.Lloyd,
let's depart now. He turns and starts to
storm out when Joe chimes in. Joe: Nah that's cool,
she can stay. Dr. Lloyd amazingly
seems excited about this prospect, apparently anything is better than
spending time with Seth. Dr. Lloyd: Yeah, I'll s
... stay! Whirling around, Seth
clearly isn't amused with Joe. Seth: No she can't, she
has important lab business to attend to. Clearly upset he'd say
that, Dr. Lloyd turns to Seth. Dr. Lloyd: N ... no I
don't, I wish I did. You dragged me along to the stupid wrestling show
instead though. Seth's anger seems to
subside as he lets out another fake laugh. Seth: Poor Dr.Lloyd, no
I didn't! Silly confused girl, it's a good thing your were hired for
your looks and not your brain. Joe can't help but
laugh at that one. Joe: No offense, but
I've heard both of you cut promos and even with her not knowing anything
about the subject matter she comes off as way more intelligent than you. He pauses. Joe: Actually scratch
the no offense part, I got my wording mixed up. I think what I actually
meant to say was that, except the exact opposite. A slight smile crosses
Dr. Lloyd's face ever so briefly before Seth gives a disgusted sneer as
he grabs her by the arm and exits. Joe lets out a deep breath in
disbelief at this whole situation as Dr. Lloyd gives one last glance
back as she exits. Joe: I knew it wasn't
going to only be a moment. We head back to the
arena, and find Bob and Cal both chuckling a little. Bob: Well, it was good
to see Seth Blitzer put in his place. Cal: Yeah, but did you
honestly think he'd be the guy to do it? Bob: Admittedly, no.
And don't get me wrong, it doesn't make me like him any more. He would
do that to anyone. Cal: True enough. Poor
Dr. Lloyd. Bob: Indeed. Hopefully
she comes out of this relatively unscathed. Cal: Somehow I doubt
that. Anyway, we have to move onto a bit of a grudge match. Bob: Yep. Calypso's
about to take on Simon Kayne in an effort to get what Calypso considers
revenge on him for not helping. Simon Kayne, however, seeks actual
revenge for Calypso turning on him. Cal: It was Simon
Kayne's team who scored the victory in the tag match last week. Will
Simon be able to pull off another win here? Bob: lets go to Tim
Marshal, and find out. Tim? Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall! As the power chords to
"More Human Than Human" start, fire engulfs the Skytron. It drips from
the screen as Calypso walks out and receives the boos. Tim Marshal:
Introducing first, from Autumn Valley, weighing in at 410 pounds,
Calypso! Bob: It's strange now
seeing the absence of Allister when we know he's not currently under
captivity. Cal: Yeah, Calypso
kinda tossed him aside, didn't he? Bob: Literally. Now he
walks alone, and maybe this time he's ready to do so. Calypso makes his way
down the ramp, stepping over the top rope to get into the ring, and
moving to his corner, his face a blank, unreadable mask. His music
fades, and he stands calmly waiting for his opponent. The lights go out as
"Bad Company" hits the P.A. system. The screen shows the words, It is
now time for the Feature Presentation, followed by three crowns and the
words triple crown and The Main Event. As the song picks up, pyro
explodes on the stage followed by a showers of sparks. Simon Kayne
appears on stage and throws his hands up in the air. Tim Marshal: And his
opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 237 pounds, Simon Kayne! Bob: Well, one could
argue that Calypso has a lot of advantages on this man physically. More
power, more height... Cal: Yeah, but Simon
is, like it or not, skilled in that ring. Technical skill can definitely
win over power. We've seen it before. Bob: That we have, and
that's certainly Simon's goal here tonight. He slowly begins
walking down the ramp and throws his hands in the air again, while
spinning around. Simon climbs up the steps, wiping his feet on the mat
on his way into the ring. He jumps on the second turnbuckle, throwing
his arms out, posing for the crowd, then climbs down, looking across the
ring at the giant Calypso. Calypso's eerie calm doesn't break for the
moment, as he continues to simply stand there. Bob: How is Calypso
keeping so calm? Cal: I think it's a
well-controlled strategy. He'll let his anger out, don't worry, but
he'll probably do it in bursts. The bell rings, and
both men move forward slowly. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as they
get closer, just waiting for the moment when one of them will strike.
Suddenly, Calypso uses his longer reach to swing straight for Simon's
head. Simon ducks under the blow, but it was only a faint, and Simon
gets clocked with a big boot right to the face. He skitters backwards
before falling flat on his back. Bob: Calypso nails him
with a big boot! Cal: He's really
adopting a more calculating attitude now. This could aid him
tremendously in the future. Calypso moves toward
Simon, still moving slowly. There is still a calmness about him, but it
is overshadowed by a wave of menace that now rolls off him. He struck
the first blow, and he loves that fact. He raises a massive foot over
Simon, preparing to stomp him into the mat, but Simon frantically pushes
himself up, grabs Calypso's leg, and uses it to pull himself to his
feet. IN doing so, he manages to throw Calypso off balance, and
consequently is able to pull off a simple single-leg takedown. Bob: And Simon attempts
to regain a little ground with that takedown. Cal: It's a start. He's
just gotta capitalize. Bob: He's about to try. Without worrying about
the spinebuster portion of the move, Simon Kayne attempts to lock
Calypso in the Lion Tamer. Cal: He's trying to end
it early, that's what he's trying to do. Bob: He's not having
much success right now, though. Calypso manages to
fight Simon off before he can get the move applied properly, and pushes
himself to his feet. He turns quickly, and forces Simon into a grappling
predicament. Simon tries to fight him, but Calypso's power proves too
much for him, and Simon is quickly lifted into the air, suffering a
vicious pumphandle slam. Bob: Oh! And Calypso
strikes back with force! Cal: He's not gonna let
Simon Kayne get any momentum here if he can help it. Bob: He's certainly not
done with Simon yet. Calypso reaches down,
picking up Simon easily. Then, he grabs him around the throat, lifting
him into the air for a double-handed chokeslam. Simon, however, manages
to recover enough to kick Calypso in the gut with both feet. This causes
Calypso to drop Simon and double over. Simon quickly takes advantage,
driving Calypso back, and slamming him viciously into the turnbuckle.
Calypso connects solidly, and appears stunned. Simon rains down a few
punches, but out of instinct, Calypso eventually manages to catch him by
both arms, and sling him across the ring. Bob: Calypso was in a
bad way there against that turnbuckle, but he's bought himself some
time. Cal: Not much, though.
Simon's already coming at him again. Bob: The hatred these
two now have for one another is really blooming here. Simon rushes Calypso
again, and Calypso tries to grab him, but Simon ducks it, this time
successfully, and headbutts him in the chest, driving him once again
back first into the post. Then, Simon grabs one of Calypso's arms,
managing to pull him forward a bit, then spinning him around, and
executing a fabulous rolling German Suplex. Bob: Good lord! A
rolling German Suplex! Cal: It was a good
move, but I honestly wonder how much it took out of him. Bob: Calypso, or Simon? Cal: Simon. He's gotta
fight hard to take down a big guy like Calypso, so that move couldn't
have been easy. Bob: Well, Calypso's
struggling to his feet now. Simon did indeed back
off after the move in order to rest a bit and compose himself. However,
this gave Calypso time to recover, and get back on his feet. Calypso
then swoops in, once more using his reach advantage to pull Simon toward
him, then sling him away again. This time, though, Simon bounces off the
ropes. Calypso puts his hands at chest level in order to catch Simon as
he hurtles back towards him, but is not prepared at all for the Feature
Presentation Simon delivers out of nowhere. Calypso falls like a sack of
bricks as Simon manages to halt his own momentum. Bob: Feature
Presentation! Feature Presentation! Cal: Man, Simon is so
deadly with that move. Calypso just collapsed! Bob: And Simon Kayne
with the cover! The referee drops down
to make the count. It's pretty academic, as Calypso doesn't move. 1... 2... 3! The bell rings, and Bad
Company hits the PA once again. Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner, Simon Kayne! Bob: And Simon Kayne
takes the victory. Cal: yep. Guess it
didn't matter if Calypso saw him as Riz. As Simon predicted, he still
couldn't get the job done. Simon gets to his feet,
smirking down at Calypso before leaving the ring and heading to the
back. Simon's music is still playing as Calypso slowly forces himself to
his feet and does the same. Bob: What a match.
Maybe this will make Calypso take yet another look at himself. Cal: One can hope, I
guess, but I doubt it. It's true, though, that Allister wasn't the only
thing Calypso needs to change. Bob: And speaking of
needing to change, we need to change topics. It's time for some tag team
title action.
Cal: It took Dirk and
Billy a while to get the SWA tag team championships but they sure lived
their dreams at the last PPV and now they defend their titles against
the team of Wreck and rage who beat the Miller brothers to get here.
Bob: All in all it's
set up to be quite the match.
These two teams do have a history too don't forget cal.
Cal: With wreck and
Rage not fulfilling their commitments when they were supposed to train
them this is true too.
Bob: Well Let's get
things going here, take it away Tim. ( Wreck and rage vs. Dirk and Billy - Tag Team Championships )
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWA tag team
championships!
Undead by Hollywood
Undead hits the PA as the words Wreck and Rage appear on the screen.
Blood begins to drip down from the top of the Skytron filling in the two
names as it goes, then on down to what appears to be a man screaming in
agony clinging to the K and R of the two men's names. White and red
strobe lights begin to flash on and off as the Skytron shows off an
array of different matches from Wreck and Rage's Careers. Finally the
two men step out to much cheering and they start there way down the
ramp, both men stopping to sign a few Autographs.
Bob: Wreck and Rage
have been a part of the tag team scene for quite a long time on and off.
If they stick with it they could really make their mark here.
Cal: That's the key for
them, stick with it and see what happens.
You really can't build anything if you float in and out of a
place.
They finally reach the
ring and wait for there opponents.
The guitar strums from
"You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC begins to play as the Skytron
shows two guys with their backs to the screen. As the drums hit, they
both do a jumping turn as the words "THOSE 80'S GUYS" pops under them.
They are shown in different places from the 80's, such as The Breakfast
Club, Fast Times At Ridgemont High...superimposed of course. Just then,
the men known as Dirk and Billy come out from the back.
Bob: Here they are
folks, a rags to riches story if there ever was one.
As we were talking about earlier, at New years evolution these
two won the tag team tournament that they them-selves set up and took
the previously vacated title belts.
Cal: Yes true Bob and I
really enjoyed the video that they compiled this week, that was well
done. Now though let's see
how well they can do in the ring.
They are jumping around
to the sounds of everyone cheering. They run down to the ring, slapping
hands with fans and slide in. They both go to different turnbuckles and
throw their hands up. They look back at each other and hop off,
sprinting before jumping and giving high fives.
The crowd go quiet as
Tim Marshal gets ready to do the introductions.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing first the challengers,
At a combined weight of four hundred and five pounds, here are
Wreck and Rage!
The crowd cheer as Rage
waves and Wreck looks around, no doubt searching for zombies.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing their opponents and the SWA tag team champions, from Chicago
Illinois, at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy three
pounds, here are Dirk and
Billy!
The crowd cheer and
Billy enthusiastically plays air guitar whilst Dirk applauds the fans.
Bob: The talking is
over now let's get this thing going.
Cal: Yes so true Bob, I
am looking forwards to this.
The bell rings and
after a bit of a discussion on both teams parts Dirk enters as does
Rage. Both men lock up in
the middle of the ring and Rage takes control with a side head lock.
Dirk attempts a couple of elbows but Rage doesn't break the side
head lock. After a moment
longer Rage releases on his own accord and whips Dirk into the ropes.
On his way back off the ropes Dirk spots the attempted
clothesline and manages to duck it.
Dirk now behind Rage sets him-self up and when Rage turns Dirk
nails him with a drop kick.
With Rage down Dirk tags in Billy and both men wait for Rage to stand.
When he does they nail him with a double clothesline.
Cal: This match is
really starting off at a high velocity so far, let's see if they can
maintain this all the way through.
Bob: If they can then
we are in for a treat of a match.
Dirk takes his place on
the apron whilst Billy climbs to the top rope.
As Rage gets to his feet Billy leaps off and catches Rage with a
flying body press. When the two hit the mat the referee drops to make
the count.
Cal: Flying body press
right into the pin attempt.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Bob: No too early, but
a nice try.
Cal: Don't patronize
Billy Bob.
Bob: I wasn't Cal, I
was just... Never mind.
As Rage gets to his
feet Billy hooks his head.
Billy is about to fall back looking for a DDT but Rage blocks it and
turns it into a suplex, taking Billy to the mat.
Rage who has been in the match all the way through goes to make
the tag. He makes it and
Wreck switches places with Rage.
Bob: Tag made by Wreck
and Rage and this was certainly needed by the two challengers.
Cal: Yes a breather
needed for Rage and now Wreck in the match gives the extra spark Wreck
and Rage need.
Wreck charges at Billy
and knocks him to the mat with a spear.
Wreck then brings Billy to his feet and executes a couple of hard
forearm shots to the body of Billy.
Billy backs away but misses with the attempted right.
Wreck takes full advantage and hooks up Billy and drives him down
with a jaw breaker. Wreck
then whips Billy into the corner and follows him in nailing him with a
knee. Wreck then climbs to
the second rope. As Billy
gets to his feet Wreck leaps off and hooks up Billy's head and drives
him down head first with a bulldog.
Bob: Wreck and Rage
have full control of this match at this point, it will really test the
toughness of Billy and Dirk.
Cal: Well Dirk more
specifically at this point Bob.
Wreck then hooks the
leg as he attempts a pin fall.
The referee drops to make the count.
One...
Two...
Kick out!
Wreck picks up Billy
and whips him into the ropes.
Billy tries to block the attempted clothesline with one of his
own and the result is that both clotheslines cancel each other out,
causing both men to hit the mat.
Billy heads for his corner to make the tag.
Wreck spotting Billy doing this stops him by grabbing his foot.
Wreck then quickly makes the tag to Rage.
Cal:
Classic tag team work here, keeping the fresh opponent out whilst
they tag in and out as much as they can.
Bob: That's the thing
here both teams are knowledgeable in tag team strategies as they have
been doing it for such a long time.
Rage picks up Billy in
a scoop slam position but Billy slips out and lands on his feet.
Billy then hooks up Rage and executes a neck breaker. Billy then
finally manages to make his way over and tags in Dirk.
Bob: Dirk has been
tagged in and this place has gone crazy.
Cal: This match has
been great so far and the fans have really enjoyed the action.
Dirk charges in and
spears Rage. Dirk then leaps
in the air and lands a leg drop to the chest of Rage.
As Rage gets to his feet Dirk is ready for him.
Dirk delivers a series of lefts and rights and follows it up by
whipping Rage into the ropes.
He catches Rage with an STO. With Rage down Dirk charges to his
corner and tags in Billy.
Billy and Dirk then deliver double elbow drops to Rage.
Billy goes for the pin as the ref drops to make the count.
Cal: Billy and Dirk are
about to retain right here.
One...
Two...
Wreck runs in and
breaks it up!
Bob: Wreck made it in
just in the nick of time to cause the break.
I honestly thought it was over right there.
Cal: I think Rage did
too Bob.
Billy gets Rage to his
feet and goes for an arm
drag but Rage blocks it.
Rage then tosses Billy into the air, which causes Billy to land on the
mat front first. Rage goes
for a pin after the flapjack.
Bob: quick counter by
Rage there and it's all over for Dirk and Billy.
One...
Two...
Thr Kick out!
Cal: No only two but
Rage should have perhaps made the tag there instead of going for the
pin.
Billy gets to his feet
and as Rage charges forwards Billy moves out of the way.
This causes Rage to go shoulder first into the corner hard.
The sickening sound of flesh on mettle is the result, and Rage
falls to the mat clutching his shoulder.
Billy tags in Dirk and Dirk gets Rage to his feet.
Dirk and Billy deliver a double hip toss and with Rage down on
the mat both men go to the top rope.
Cal: They are looking
for the final count down, if they nail this the match is over.
Bob: Yes and after that
sickening crunch in the corner can you really see Rage getting up?
Dirk and Billy then
leap off and land elbows onto Rage at the same time.
Billy goes to keep an eye on Wreck as Dirk goes for the pin.
Cal: They landed the
final count down this match is over.
One...
Two...
Three!
Bob: And so it is Cal.
Big win for Dirk and Billy right here.
Tim Marshal: Here are
your winners, and still SWA tag team champions, Dirk and Billy!
Dirk and Billy's theme
begins to play as the two with huge smiles begin to celebrate their win.
Bob: These two just
love this place. They love
being champions and they are everything that is SWA.
Cal: They sure are and
what an impressive win for the two of them.
Rage and Wreck head to
the back, looking disappointed.
Bob: I know there will
be another day for Wreck and Rage but tonight is all Dirk and Billy's.
Cal: What a title match
too Bob, we were hoping for a great match and that's what we got.
Bob: Speaking of great
matches, up next is the big one, our Skyfall Title match.
Cal: Indeed, I think
most people would call the Champion the favorite but Rachel has waited a
long time for an opportunity like this so you never know.
Bob: That's why they
wrestle the matches Cal, take it away Tim.
Tim Marshal: The
following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Skyfall
Championship!
Britney Spears's Circus
begins to play, and the lights dim. A few seconds in, Rachel appears,
not walking through the curtain, but in the rafters on a zipline. She
speeds down it as the song picks up, and drops off of it when she's over
the ring.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing the challenger, from New York, New York, weighing in at 110
pounds, Rachel Drake!
Bob: Rachel came out of
the gate a bit hesitant in the verbal battle it seemed, but she stepped
up the aggression later on.
Cal: She did end up
having some strong words for Waldo, but it also appeared he had to coax
them out of her.
The song has been
modified here, so the first verse is skipped, and it cuts directly to
the chorus while Rachel poses for the fans, doing a sort of hip hop
dance routine for a time before dancing right into her corner at the end
of the chorus, and looking at the ramp.
"Let Me Entertain You"
hits the speakers. As the piano kicks in the lights begin to strobe in
rainbow colors as the gay pride flag pops up on the skytron and then
disappears until Waldo Valdo Escobar is the only thing left filled in
with rainbow. Waldo comes skipping out onto the stage wearing pink tight
fitting spandex and pink face paint.
Tim Marshal:
Introducing the Champion, from Encino, California, weighing in at 150
pounds, Waldo Valdo Escobar!
Cal: Waldo seemed sharp
and on his game verbally as usual this week, and he's still getting a
great reception from our fans fedora or not.
Bob: Indeed, and if
he's as on his game in ring after a couple months between matches as he
was verbally then he'll probably be looking at a successful defense
here.
After he make it to the
ring and takes his corner the bell rings and Waldo immediately unloads
on Rachel with a big slap, causing her to recoil. Rubbing her face she
steps back forward into his face and returns a shove sending him back
slightly. Grinning, Waldo motions for her to bring it on.
Bob: Looks like Waldo's
making sure he gets the aggression he's looking for from Rachel.
Cal: Yep, not too many
people are just gonna take a humiliating slap like that.
Rachel unloads on Waldo
with a pair of hard forearm shivers, before taking him over with a quick
arm drag. Scrambling up she delivers a second one before quickly locking
in a cross armlock. Waldo quickly manages to make it to the ropes to
force a break, as Rachel steps back breaking cleanly. As he stands up,
Rachel pushes forward but is met with a knee to the gut causing her to
double over. Taking advantage, Waldo grabs her by the hair and pulls her
to the mat with a hard facebuster. Checking to see her positioning in
the ring, he runs and springs off the ropes for a lionsault. Rachel
manages to roll out of the way, but showing great agility Waldo saw her
moving as he sprung off and lands on his feet. Waldo goes for a standing
dropkick as Rachel moves to her feet, but seeing it coming she steps
back allowing him to crash and burn hitting hard spine first. Quickly
turning him over, she pounces on him locking in a half crab.
Cal: This is a good
hold to try and ground the high flyer.
Bob: If she can keep it
locked in for a while it could slow him down considerably.
Rachel wrenches back on
his leg putting pressure on it and his lower back, but Waldo manages to
turn over and kick free to power out of the hold knocking Rachel down
before it could do too much damage. This time as Rachel stands up he
connects with a big jumping roundhouse kick catching her right in the
temple. As she collapses to the mat, he falls into the lateral press as
senior official Bill Graves goes to count.
One ...
Two ...
Rachel gets a shoulder
up with a fairly emphatic kickout.
Bob: It was rather
early for a ring general like Waldo to be going for a cover don't you
think Cal?
Cal: I didn't see an
issue, always good to keep the pressure on. Besides, you never know when
a kick like that could knock someone cold.
Waldo grabs Rachel by
the arm and drags her up looking to whip her off the ropes, but she
reverses and hits a big back body drop on the rebound causing Waldo to
do a flip in midair before hitting the canvas hard. As Waldo gets back
up to one knee, Rachel quickly delivers a crisp snap suplex floating
over into the cover. Bill Graves drops down, checking his shoulders.
One ...
Two ...
Waldo kicks out in a
rather overly dramatic fashion, adding his own little flair to it.
Cal: That's not exactly
going to get the job done either.
Bob: Well you're the
one who said it's good to keep the pressure on. And Rachel does need to
be aggressive here really.
Rachel measures Waldo
waiting for him to return to his feet before driving him back down with
a swinging neckbreaker. Following up she quickly drops a leg across his
throat, and then another. With her opponent downed, she looks to turn
him over into an inverted cloverleaf, but before she can lock it in
Waldo counters into a small package pin. Quickly hurrying into position
Bill Graves counts.
One ...
Two ....
Rachel kicks out and
both competitors scramble back up to their feet in a stalemate.
Bob: Rachel needs to be
careful there, she almost got caught off guard.
Cal: Waldo's crafty in
addition to being skilled, always have to be on your toes against him.
Rachel goes to deliver
a kick to Waldo, but he catches the leg. Before he can go for a dragon
screw leg whip she goes to deliver an enziguiri but he ducks under it
and as she spins back around he leaps catching her in the jaw with a
standing dropkick. A bit stunned from it she walks back up right into a
spinning headscissors takedown before being caught with an enziguiri of
Waldo's own. With her down laying prone, Waldo moves onto the apron and
slingshots himself back in with a flipping senton going right into the
cover. Bill Graves checks both shoulders once more and makes his count.
One ...
Two ...
Another kickout by
Rachel, this one somewhat less emphatic.
Cal: It seems like
Waldo is getting closer to that elusive three count here.
Bob: Yes, but Rachel
isn't going to give in easily with the top prize in the business on the
line.
Motioning to the crowd
and getting a round of cheers, Waldo then ascends the turnbuckles
climbing up to the top rope. As Rachel staggers up, he leaps off looking
to deliver a flipping leg drop to the back of the neck but she just gets
out of the way at the last second. Hitting the mat in an awkward sitting
position, Waldo winces as his spine is compressed from the landing. With
him prone like that, Rachel quickly takes advantage with a shining
wizard to the back of the head. Looking to string together some more
offense she climbs up top as well and as he starts to stand delivers a
missile dropkick catching him right in the face. Dazed and off balance
Waldo stumbles up only to have Rachel put him in a half nelson before
driving him face first into the mat and turning him over so the count
can be made.
One ...
Two ...
Waldo just gets his
shoulder up this time. Rachel looks a bit frustrated, but soon regains
her composure.
Bob: That was really
close there, I thought we might have had a new champion for a second.
Cal: Rachel needs to
keep it together here though, can't lose her focus down the stretch.
Waiting for him to
return to a standing position Rachel aggressively irish whips him into
the corner causing him to hit the turnbuckles spine first. Charging
forward, she's caught in the jaw as Waldo gets a boot up. Using the time
that bought him as she charges back forward Waldo pulls himself onto the
second turnbuckle and jumps onto her back delivering Your My Bitch Now!
With the move already putting him in a pinning position, Bill Graves
goes to make the count as the crowd counts along sensing the end is
near.
One ...
Two ...
Three!!!
The bell rings as the
crowd cheers for Waldo's victory and the efforts of both stars as "Let
Me Entertain You" hits the speakers..
Tim Marshal: Here is
your winner and still Skyfall Champion, Waldo Valdo Escobar!
Cal: He did it, the
first successful title defense of his reign for Waldo!
Bob: And what a way to
cap off our show, hats off to both competitors. Hopefully Rachel can
learn from this and come back stronger down the road.
Waldo's hand is raised
in victory, as he plays to the crowd and celebrates with the Skyfall
Title belt. Meanwhile a disappointed Rachel has come to and rolls out of
the ring.
Cal: He's going to be a
tough one to knock off Bob, he knows the entire roster so well.
Bob: Indeed, but who
knows what the future holds. With that being said, for Cal Norton, I'm
Bob Macatire. Good night everyone and see you on Friday Night Edge! The last image we see is Waldo holding the title belt up as we fade to the SWA logo and then to black.o:p> |
