[Cue the music as "Goin' Out West" by Queens of the Stone Age begins to play.] #Well I'm goin' out west# #Where the wind blows tall# #‘Cause Tony Franciosa# #Used to date my ma# #They got some money out there# #They're giving it away# #I'm gonna do what I want# #Do what I want# #And I'm gonna get paid# [Standing at the top of the stage, head tilted, cowboy hat in tow, the Texan tips his hat to the people who have always loved him, no matter whether he is a hero or a villain in other parts. But, right on cue...The WRIGHT time....The WRIGHT place....Finally, Hank Wright returns to Texas.] #Little brown sausages# #Lying in the sand# #I ain't no extra baby# #I'm a leading man# [Wright waits for the chants of ‘HANK, HANK, HANK' to die down before he carefully removes his hat and throws it right off the stage, giving someone a memory from the first-ever Rampage that they'll never forget or at least a little bit of income by shifting it on eBay. He begins sauntering toward the ring.] CHANEY: Hank Wright isn't that far removed from being in the ring, Larry. WATTERS: That was one of the drawing cards for him to be in this position. The guys in the locker room will respect someone they know has been in the ring and done well. Hank seems to have that reputation now after all these years since I last saw him. CHANEY: He certainly has made a career for himself winning tournaments and titles around the globe! WATTERS: And now he leads SCW into the forefront. This ought to be good. [Hank stands in the center of the ring. He takes a bow to two sides of the arena and thumps his chest. Then, he lifts the microphone up to his mouth and finally speaks over the cheers.] WRIGHT: Thank you everyone! I'm glad y'all are here! LOUD FEMALE VOICE: WE LOVE YOU HANK! [The Commissioner's grin widens.] WRIGHT: Well, I love you too, little lady! [Small crowd pop for the interaction.] WRIGHT: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to welcome you to SOUTHWESTERN CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING!!! [The great ringside crowd yells loudly in response.] WRIGHT: Tonight is the start of a journey in many ways. It marks the SCW's entrance into the world of professional wrestling as we seek to return it to the glory days thought long forgotten. Back when the heroes were worth cheering for and the villains were nasty as hell! [The crowd seems to be rolling right with "The Governor" as he speaks.] WRIGHT: You miss those days? [Crowd cheers in agreement.] WRIGHT: And it is time to bring Texas Wrestling back to the forefront! [Another loud pop.] WRIGHT: Not only is it our start, but it is time to announce the start of the path to crowning our first-ever SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion! [The crowd is eating out of the palm of his hand.] WRIGHT: We are going to have sixteen wrestlers divided into four groups. Over the next six episodes of Rampage, there will be a match from each group until each wrestler has squared off against the other three in their group. Now. bear with me because there is math involved. [A laughing sigh from the crowd as Hank smiles at the reaction.] WRIGHT: If a wrestler wins cleanly by pinfall or submission, they get twenty-five points. A victory by countout is worth fifteen points. To gain a victory by disqualification earns a wrestler ten points. And if the match ends in any form of a draw, then both men will receive five points. [The crowd cheers, but our ringside announcers can be heard.] WATTERS: So no points lost if you lose? CHANEY: It doesn't sound like it, Larry. WATTERS: That is such a pansy way to do things. A loss ought to cost you points and be something to avoid at all costs! [Hank raises the microphone back to his mouth.] WRIGHT: Now, to introduce the wrestlers who will be competing for the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Title! The first name is...... [Alas, the crowd doesn't get to hear the first name. They want to know! Instead, Hank Wright is cut off by Merle Haggard's old country hit "Okie from Muskogee.” The Dallas fans instantly whip into a booing frenzy in response to the song about being proud to be from Oklahoma. Two men emerge from the back.] WATTERS: Look who it is! It's the El Chapo de Lucha Libre, the Mexican Multimedia MEGA STAR, El Gringo Loco! And he's got Pat Gordon, Junior with him! CHANEY: Just to let our viewers know: El Gringo Loco and Hank Wright used to be partners in Mexico and judging by Hank's expression, it's a distant memory. WATTERS: And El Gringo Loco used to carry the team down there. CHANEY: I think you were the only one that watched that program. [EGL is short and portly and looks like a Colombian drug lord from a 1980s cop movie in his white suit with the shirt halfway unbuttoned, showing off his pale chest. He's also wearing a lucha mask and carrying his signature cane in one hand and a mic in the other. PGJR is wearing an Oklahoma Sooners style football jersey with the number 6 on it and "CARTEL” replacing the name of the team.] EGL: Hank Wright! Mi amigo viejo, no no, mi HERMANO! How have you been? I heard about what happened to you down in Mexico. Tsk tsk tsk. [El Gringo Loco shakes his head sympathetically.] EGL: I was so worried about you! Did you get the card I sent you? WRIGHT: Heard about what happened? You watched it backstage. I know you were behind it. EGL: ¿Cómo? Me? Never! WRIGHT: Like it's never you, Loco. It wasn't you last time or the time before that OR the time before that - you see where this is going. EGL: It wasn't me this time, I swear! Escuchame, I was just as upset as you were about it. You know I don't like it when other people act on my turf without my permiso. Mira, yo quiero decir gracias por la oportunidad que nos diste esta noche para luchar por los títulos mundiales. Pero... now I know you're not one for Twitter, and confia en me y yo tampoco, pero... I couldn't help but notice whoever you have running it made such a big fuss over this Sean Darring and Freddie Sagawa joining. Even Bam Markham and Sweaty Bling and the Maniacs got announcements. Pero... por nosotros... nada. Las Preguntas, nada. Patrício Gordón... nada! ¿De qué se trata? What's that about, Hank? Where's the red carpet? Where's the big feast and the parade in honor of El Cártel? [PGJR asks the Mexican Mastermind for his microphone. EGL hands it to him.] PGJR: You know, I'm a two time World Heavyweight Champion. I was a hall of famer by the time I was twenty three. I've wrestled in main events all across America, in Canada, the U.K.... Hell, I was the main event in NEW ZEALAND! And I've even been a TV Champion here in Texas. I deserve a little recognition, don't you think? [PGJR passes the mic back. This might happen quite a bit, so it should be easy to figure out when it happens, yeah?] EGL: ¡Sí, claro! PGJR: Now, I recently moved away from my home in Boston, and let me tell you, all of this... [PGJR waves his hand around, gesturing at everything going on around him.] PGJR: From you fans to SCW, hell, EVERYTHING about Texas, made me realize that I made the right decision moving to the heartland of America... MUSKOGEE, OKLAHOMA! [No sir, the Dallas fans don't like that one bit.] EGL: And Hank, about this tournament. Is it really necessary? Mira, todos sabemos el resultado. We all know the outcome, Hank. Like Hornet, no, mejor que Hornet... Patrício Gordón WINS! Why not just give him the Southwestern Champion Wrestling Lonestar Heavyweight Championship right now? That is, if you know what's good for you. WRIGHT: First of all, Sean Darring is a bonafide LEGEND in the sport of pro-wrestling. Sorry if you feel you've been overlooked, but he and everyone who has signed a contract have deserved the attention they got, on Twitter or otherwise. As regards the tournament... These fans in MY HOME of Texas deserve to see a champion get crowned LEGITIMATELY. They deserve this tournament, and so does everyone in the locker room. Now, Gordon, I've got to be fair to everyone in SCW, and this tournament is going to happen. Look, you're in the tournament. If you think you deserve that belt, go out and win it. If you do that, it's yours. In the meantime, you've got a match tonight against Tripp Skylark... PGJR: Well isn't that just peachy! You know what, Hank Wright, you can have your little tournament, but lemme tell you, I'm the winner! I've already won it. When it's all said and done, that Lonestar Title is going above my mantle in OKLAHOMA! And as for tonight, well I'm gonna use Tripp Skylark to send a message to everyone in SCW that the Cartel es numero uno! [Gordon and EGL smile at Pat successfully using the Spanish that Loco has taught him.] PGJR: Listen, Tripp Skylark, I loved watching you on Fairly Oddparents growing up. But this isn't basketball, and it damn sure isn't a cartoon about a kid with eccentric fairy godparents. This is professional wrestling. You remember those old commercials, the ones where they say Heinz gravy is just like homemade, but where are the lumps? Well, tonight I'm gonna answer that question, because Tripp Skylark, when I'm done with you, those missing lumps are gonna be all over your head! [El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior storm off, leaving Hank Wright once again on his own in the ring, shaking his head.]
[Wright' music again plays as he exits, the screen switches to show the ringside announcers again.] CHANEY: Well THAT didn't take long, did it Larry? WATTERS: What would you expect from The Cartel? They shuold be getting *THE* top billing, or at least among the top. It is a travesty that Gordon was not just announced as a finalist for the Lonestar Title right off the bat. CHANEY: Seriously? WATTERS: Have you followed him at all, Chaney? I mean you are supposed to know things. CHANEY: I know exactly who he is, but shouldn't we make everyone prove themselves? WATTERS: He *HAS* proven himself. CHANEY: Well fans despite the feelings of my colleague, I hope to be able to finish the announcement Commissioner Wright was trying to make and have Lonestar Title tournament information for you before this broadcast is finished. WATTERS: Can we just get some action in that ring already and stop talking about what is to come? CHANEY: Yes, Larry, we can! In fact our opening match on Rampage pits a pair of veterans that have never crossed paths before in Caleb Foley and El Principe'! WATTERS: That is hard to believe as Foley has literally been EVERYWHERE in his career. CHANEY: Stop the hyperbole, Larry! WATTERS: Seriously! Phoenix, Indianapolis, Pittsburgh, St. Louis, New York, now Dallas, and tons of other places I can't even remember! He has been everywhere! CHANEY: Well here is where he will face off against Mexican star El Principe' and this ought to be a good one! Let's head to the ring!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! [This is great ring announcing, and everyone knows it! Just listen to thet pop.] BUFFINGTON: Introducing first, hailing from Mexico City, Mexico and weighing in at two hundred- thirty pounds. He is considered wrestling royalty from south of the border. Here is... E L P R I N C I P E' ! ! ! ["Los Consejos de un Padre" by Gerdo begins to play and the arena begins to boo because, let's face it, Gerado sucks. Finally el Prinicpe' steps out from behind the curtain and holds his arms out expecting jubilation, but gets none. He may have been reaping what he had sowed for several years, relying on his father's reputation and underhand tactics to attain many a title and fans in Texas would know such things. He walks down the aisle and seems to be yelling at the crowd in Spanish as he gets to ringside and slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring.] CHANEY: El Prinicpe' has arrived in SCW! WATTERS: The man is a verifiable legend, Chaney. Don't mock him. His father was the KING of wrestling in Mexico for years and his name means "The Prince" for a reason. [Prinicpe' gets to his feet and again tries to show off, but gets boos for his trouble. He is left shaking his head.] CHANEY: The fans don't seem to keen on him. WATTERS: Well admittedly, last time he was in Texas there was some hard feelings about the way he won a match. CHANEY: And how was that? WATTERS: Honestly, Chaney, we aren't allowed to speak about it due to litigation. Let's just say he did some things he had to in order to win and then had to.....uhm......defend himself when people got upset about it. ["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the arena goes completely silent.] #I first meet this man at the Cammen street Tracks # #In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast# #He may have been someone once by the sound of his call # #Now he answers to no one# #NO-ONE AT ALL!# [A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the crowd has absolutely exploded now with cheers.] #We all die alone, he shouted as he passed# #With no sense of regret, see he never looked back# #Though his pride was wounded, his ego was strong# #Yea that was his Trouble and this is his Song# #You said we die alone, in this case you were right# #No friends by your side or family in sight# #There'll be no talking your way out this time# #So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind# BUFFINGTON: And his opponent from Dublin, Ireland and weighing in at two hundred-fifteen pounds. Here is... "T H E C E L T I C C R I P P L E R" C A L E B F O L E Y ! ! ! [Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins to walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a tribute to his deceased father. Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his once did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business. Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against the ropes.] CHANEY: This crowd loves Caleb Foley already! WATTERS: Well honestly they were hoping that the pimp version might show up with some good looking women. Some of these women in Texas are unattractive. CHANEY: Larry! WATTERS: Seriously. When they said everything is bigger in Texas, I was hoping to T or A, but instead it was TEETH! (makes a horse whinney noise) CHANEY: LARRY THAT IS UNCALLED FOR!!! [The two men walk toward the ring and Prinicpe' takes a stance that almost demands Foley show respect. Foley looks to the crowd and flashes a grin before he motions for the "prince of wrestling" to move away. Referee Barry Snider motions for the bell.] WATTERS: I'm just being honest here! CHANEY: The referee motions for the bell and we are ready with the first match in SCW history right here! WATTERS: Well alrighty then! [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: These two look ready to go at it and with their reputations, we should be in for quite a bout! WATTERS: Prinicpe' is known as a world-class technician in the ring. CHANEY: Foley is no slouch in that department. WATTERS: Perhaps, Chaney, but Foley has more of a brawling reputation and it has deifnitely garnered him some attention ove rthe years. [The two circle each other a bit as the smirk is never off Foley's face as he finaly lunges in and ties up with Prinicpe'. The Mexican star gets a slight edge in the first push, but Foley uses it to his advantage and drops to flip Prinicpe' over with an arm drag.] CHANEY: Great opoening salvo by Foley and Prinicpe' now knows he can't easily outwrestle Caleb Foley! WATTERS: A great tactician knows that every so often he may have to change strategy. Prinicpe' has the breeding to do this and do it well. You wouldn't understand, Chaney. CHANEY: What? Why do you say that? WATTERS: Exactly. [Both men up quickly as Prinicpe' nods, knowing he lost that first point. They go for another tie- up, but Prinicpe' goes a tad lower and drives his shoulder into Foley's stomach, focring him into the corner. The referee is over to try and break it up, but Prinicpe' slaps Foley's face as he breaks. The crowd boos this loudly.] CHANEY: El Prinicpe' takign liberties as the referee was actually used as a means to get a sneak attack in! WATTERS: Did the referee disqualify him for it? CHANEY: Well, no. WATTERS: Then shut up! If he didn't get hammered with the "DQ" then it was legal in the match. You still sound like a whiney woman after all these years. [Foley doesn't allow for much time as he rushes in anger towards Prinicpe' while he was still being led back by referee Barry Snider. Foley leaps over Snider's arm and lands a forearm into the face of the masked Mexican. The fans erupt as Foley gets the first knock down.] CHANEY: CALEB FOLEY FLIES THROUGH WITH A FOREARM!!! WATTERS: And you are fine with that, I suppose? CHANEY: What? It is no different than what you said was legal a moment ago, so why should I be against it? WATTERS: You really are cardboard sometimes, Chaney. Utter freaking cardboad. [Foley waits a second for Prinicpe' to get to his feet and then rushes him again, grabbhim by the head and jumping onto the middle rope to propel himself around with a DDT into the middle of the ring.] CHANEY: SPRINGBOARD DDT BY FOLEY!!! That was fast! WATTERS: He smartly goes for a pin! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRE...............................KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: PRINCIPE ESCAPES!!! WATTERS: Foley did the smartestthing I have ever seen him do: Go for the pin the moment he had a chance. So many guys assume they need to do more and sometimes a big move works at the right moment and you can end it fast. CHANEY: I can't believe you just complemented him, Crusher. WATTERS: Me too. I'd like that to pass as quickly as possible to be honest. [Foley pulls Prinicpe' up and steadies him before landing a European Uppercut that staggers his masked opponent. He hits a second one that sends Prinicpe' into the corner. Foley rushes, but Prinicpe' sidesteps out of the way and Foley catches himself in the corner. He turns around with a smile on his face only to get kicked right in the groin by Prinicpe'.] CHANEY: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?! LOW BLOW BY PRINCIPE!!! WATTERS: The great equalizer! CHANEY: The referee ought to disqualify Prinicpe' right here and now! That might play in other places, but not in Texas! WATTERS: I love how you speak like you actually are from Texas and we all know you aren't. [Princpe takes advantage and grabs Foley, whipping him into the corner nearest to them. The short distance allowed Prinicpe' to send Foley over the top rope and to the arena floor as the crowd gives the masked heel the business for doing something obviously trying to hur this opponent.] CHANEY: PRINCIPE SENDS FOLEY OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!! WATTERS: The man came to win tonight! I love seeing this kind of desire and will from someone in the very first match! I see great things from this man. CHANEY: He is doing things nobody ought to do just to try and win. It is sickening! WATTERS: Did you not read his bio for crying out loud?!?! The man will ALWAYS do what he must to win! [Prinicpe' again seems to be yelling at the crowd in Spanish about respect, but no translator is on staff to tell us what he said. Then he takes off running as Foley is starting to get to his feet outside the ring and leaps into the air and over the top rope in a suicide dive that takes Foley down again outside the ring.] CHANEY: TOPE SUICIDA!!! HOLY MOLY HE WENT FLYING!!! WATTERS: And Foley is downa nd out on the arena floor! El Prinicpe' is the real deal folks. You better watch out if you draw him in the tournament! CHANEY: We never got to hear who was in teh tournament, Larry. WATTERS: If you don't thnk both fo these men are in the tournament, then you aren't paying attention. They are destined to be inthat field and I would stake my reputation on it! [Prinicpe' stands and attempts to look impressive for a second as the fans begin an appreciative chant for the action. He pulls Foley up before Snider starts any form of a count and rolls him back into the ring. He follows under the bottom rope and gets to his opponent quickly. Prinicpe' grabs Foley and locks him in a Dragon Sleeper hold.] CHANEY: Both men back in the ring and Prinicpe' locks in that Dragon Sleeper! WATTERS: We told you he knew technical wrestling and now you are seeing it in spades! CHANEY: Foley fighting it and trying to not give in. What a position he is stuck in! WATTERS: No shame in losing to someone like Prinicpe', especially when he has more skill than you do inside the squared circle. [Prinicpe' nods in triumph as he works that sleeper hold. The referee is checking Foley as he is in that submission hold, but Foley still seems to be fighting against it so he cannot call the match. Foley, bent backwards, tries to swing his legs to escape El Prinicpe''s expertly applied Dragon Sleeper.] CHANEY: Foley still trapped in that Dragon Sleeper, Larry. WATTERS: Someone as skilled as Prinicpe' won't allow someone to escape easily, if at all! Foley may well be finished in this one. [Foley unfolds his legs, loosening Prinicpe''s grip, and he manages to swing a boot over the bottom rope.] CHANEY: Foley did find an escape, and that one took guts! WATTERS: Or a ton of luck. [The referee forces El Prinicpe' to break the hold, and he reluctantly backs off. Foley rolls to his feet, throws a jab at Prinicpe''s abdomen, but it decidedly lacks any substantive affect.] CHANEY: The Sleeper took it's toll and... *___THWAACK___* CHANEY: ...OW! [Prinicpe' replies with a lightning quick roundhouse kick to the ribs that takes Foley back down to his knees.] WATTERS: That packed a sting! CHANEY: Prinicpe''s technical ability and quick strike mentality showing right there and Foley is still a step slow. WATTERS: I'd say he is more than a step slow, probably more like three or four! [Prinicpe' picks up Foley for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Foley floats over and rolls through into a Sunset Flip!] CHANEY: A pin! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR.....................NO! WATTERS: Prinicpe' kicks out! CHANEY: Prinicpe' sapped so much of Foley's strength away, he didn't have anything left to keep Prinicpe' pinned down. WATTERS: And that's why Prinicpe''s up first again. The guy is like the energizer bunny, but with a mask and great wrestling ability.....and he's not a rabbit. [The former multiple time Champion hooks up his opponent, tries to lift him up, but Foley entangles his leg into Prinicpe''s and blocks the attempt! Before Prinicpe' can try again, he's the one getting suplexed!] CHANEY: Snap Suplex by Foley! WATTERS: Can Foley swing the momentum around? [Prinicpe' groggily gets to his feet, and straight into a big gutwrench DDT!] CHANEY: DDT! That will stun a man. WATTERS: But will it stun a wrestling prodigy? [Foley turns Prinicpe' on his back, hooks the leg...] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THR..................... CHANEY: KICKOUT! WATTERS: Oh good! I was afraid Prinicpe' was going soft on us. [Fatigue has definitely set in, slowing both men down considerably at this point. Foley stretches, then signals to the crowd, drawing cheers from the Texas crowd. He springboards off the ropes, flies through the air and plants both feet right on Prinicpe''s chin!] CHANEY: SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! WATTERS: Did that dislocate Prinicpe''s jaw?? [Foley tries to catch his breath, weakly rolls Prinicpe' over, then hooks the leg again...] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THR..................... CHANEY: NO! SHOULDER UP! WATTERS: That was close! [Foley, picks up Prinicpe', who's wavering in and out of consciousness, pushes him into the corner, hoists him up into a seated position on the top turnbuckle...] CHANEY: Foley jumps, climbs... jumps... TOP ROPE HURRICANRANA! [The fans go ballistic as he hits that perfect Frankensteiner off the top!] WATTERS: Is it me or did the back of Foley's head connect with the mat? CHANEY: He holding the back of his head, Larry. You may be right. WATTERS: That's his best chance to pin Prinicpe' so far, and he can't make it! CHANEY: He may have lacked the strength to get maximal rotation! [Foley struggles and crawls over Prinicpe'...] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THR..................... CHANEY: PRINCIPE GETS A SHOULDER UP! WATTERS: That looked like a weak pin to me, Chaney. I don't know how much either man has at this point. Whata war this has been! CHANEY: Foley's on the offensive, but his reserves are getting lower and lower. [Foley floats over to Prinicpe''s legs, he grabs them with both arms, then flips over to pin Prinicpe' with a bridge!] CHANEY: Another pin... ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THR..................... CHANEY: KICKOUT! WATTERS: AT TWO AND THREE QUARTER! CHANEY: More like two and nine tenths! [Foley shakes his head, wraps his arms around Prinicpe''s neck and shoulder, then bridges over again into the Horns of Aries!] CHANEY: CELTIC FLASK! WATTERS: No human was meant to bend that way, Eric! Not even those tiny little Chinese girls at the circus! CHANEY: Prinicpe' is trapped, but does Foley have enough strength to keep the hold applied? WATTERS: I gotta say, Foley's in rare form tonight. Sometimes, I feel we never know what to expect with that guy, but he is giving it all he has tonight. Not sure it will be enough to defeat someone like Prinicpe'. CHANEY: Sometimes he's too laid back and unfocused, perhaps, but Foley certainly is focused tonight. [Foley still has the hold firmly applied. The referee asks Prinicpe' whether he quits, and Prinicpe''s answer remains a clear no.] CHANEY: WATTERS: [In his struggles, Prinicpe' manages to twist his body in such a way that he pushes off the mat with his legs, rolls over Foley.] CHANEY: Prinicpe' just rolled over Foley to reach the ropes, and Foley'll be forced to break the hold! WATTERS: I wouldn't expect any less from a legend! [Foley's forced to let go, and both men slowly get to their feet. Foley lands a knee to Prinicpe''s abdomen, then tags him with an European Uppercut that sends Prinicpe' into the turnbuckles.] CHANEY: Foley had to catch himself with the ropes after he landed that uppercut! WATTERS: I can't even tell who's more tired anymore! [The Irishman regains his balance, sizes Prinicpe' up, but advances into a front kick by Prinicpe'. Foley staggers backwards, giving Prinicpe' enough room to catch his breath and land a back elbow. Prinicpe' grabs Foley, trades places and shoves him into the turnbuckles.] CHANEY: SPINNING BACKFIST BY PRINCIPE! WATTERS: Foley's used to eating potatoes, but that one knocked the beer right out of Foley's mouth! [Prinicpe' makes his way to the middle of the ring, massaging his neck. He catches his breath, lines up Foley and rushes at him, leaping into the air.] CHANEY: FOLEY GOT OUT OF THE WAY!! [Foley dodges the attack, and Prinicpe' adjusts in mid-air just enough to land almost as if using parquor as his feet are on the middle turnbuckle and his hands grasp the top rope.] WATTERS: Prinicpe' missed, but I think he narrowly dodged a horrible fate as well! What a save! CHANEY: You're right, Larry. It's the sort of thing years of experience in top level matches brings you! [Before Prinicpe' can get off the turnbuckles, Foley rushes over and grabs him from behind and hits an elevated German Suplex that crushes the masked superstar into the center of the ring. The crow dbegins to chant "Holy Shit!" over and over, the delay not able to bleep all of them out.] CHANEY: FOLEY LANDS THAT GERMAN SUPLEX BUT BOTH MEN HIT THE MAT HARD!!! WATTERS: It was all he could do otherwise Prinicpe' was going to turn the tide in full and probably win this one. CHANEY: Both men are not moving right now! I think that took everything out of both of them! WATTERS: That idiot Foley may have cost himself the match by not holding on and bridging through that suplex! CHANEY: I don't think he had the strength to pull that off Crusher. [Prinicpe' finally begins to move at about the same time Foley does. He rolls over and grabs hold of Foley's hair to slam his face into the canvas as hard ashe can from the angle at which he is laying on the mat.] CHANEY: Prinicpe' not giving up and still advancing. WATTERS: This is what legendary performers do, Chaney. They are always advancing! [Prinicpe' pulls himself up to hsi feet and takes a breath. Foley's momentum was stopped by the face smash and that allows the Mexican superstar to gain his bearings.] CHANEY: Prinicpe' gets some VERY important breaths in as he looks down at Foley. WATTERS: He can't wait too long as this kind of advantage doesn't happen often, but he knows that better than most. [El Prinicpe' hoists Foley up into a vertical suplex, but at the apex, turns Foley to the side and drives him into the canvas with a picture perfect Jackhammer.] CHANEY: AZTEC SUPLEX! WATTERS: Foley's done....he may even be dead! [From his current position, El Prinicpe' only needs to hook Foley's leg and...] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THR.....................SHOULDER UP! CHANEY: FOLEY'S STILL IN THIS! WATTERS: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! [Neither can't Prinicpe'. The Mexican superstar pushes Foley down more firmly, applying a stronger lateral press.] CHANEY: Here's another go! WATTERS: Foley can't possibly do it again! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THR.....................SHOULDER UP! CHANEY: Foley with the shoulder up again. So much fight in this man!! WATTERS: But... [Prinicpe' gets up to his knees, shaking his head, then pulls Foley up again. But in the blink of an eye, it's Foley who hoists him up - then down - with a legsweep!] CHANEY: BIG RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP FROM FOLEY! WATTERS: THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!! [Foley bumbles to his feet, trips, catches himself with the ropes, guides himself to the corner of the ring. He raises a hand, drawing cheers, then climbs up to the top... and leaps off!!] CHANEY: ELBOW DROP!! CHANEY: Foley going for the pin, here, this could be it! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THR.....................KICKOUT!! CHANEY: Prinicpe''s still in this! WATTERS: This... this is just the perfect metaphor for your career, Chaney! CHANEY: What? WATTERS: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! CHANEY: Regardless, what a match we've seen so far! [Frustrated, Foley looks to the rafters imploringly and the fans respond with cheers. When he notices Prinicpe' starting to get up, he lines him up, jumps in the opposite direction, springboards off the ropes, and grabs him for a nasty looking cutter] CHANEY: AIR DUBLIN!!! WELL SORT OF!!! WATTERS: He didn't have enough in him for a handspring, but that cutter may be enough if he covers! CHANEY: HERE IS THE COVER!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: CALEB FOLEY WINS THE MATCH!!! WATTERS: Both of these men are looking good for the future of SCW. But how much did this take out of them? I can't wait to see Principe' eventually holding some gold, Chaney. CHANEY: They are both worthy contenders and SCW is off and running with a great start! WATTERS: I hate agreeing with you, but that is a true statement!
[The screen cuts to show Windham Brody shown sitting behind the arena up against the arena's dumpster with his head down he slowly raises it and begins talking.] Windham Brody: Ive been called many things by many people but let's just skip the formalities and just say you can call me Windham. [Sinister smirk crosses his face.] Windham Brody: Windham Brody to be exact. It seems that folks need to be reminded just who i am and what exactly I am exactly about. [Pushes hair back away from his face.] Windham Brody: the first person I'm go to get introduced to yours truly is an individual by the name of the big red love machine. [He seems bemused by the name.] Windham Brody: love. There's not a concept I'm that familiar with. Partly by choice, mostly by fate. It's not a emotion that one should expect during this match. Neither is mercy. [Looks dead in the camera.] Windham Brody: what you can expect from me? A lot of big paydays and broken bodies from the people foolish enough to try and stop me. Key word is try. [Does air quotes with his hands.] Windham Brody: no this is the first step in the era of Brody. A lot of folks are going to fight it but their broken bodies are going to be the cobblestones on my path to the top. When that happens there will be one truth above all others and that's Brody rules! [Fade to black.]
[We cut backstage and we see a tall tanned man in phenomenal shape wearing a very wet white shirt, tight blue jeans and some boots. His skin is glistening from the copious amounts of sweat that is pouring out of his body. Is he nervous? Scared? No, in fact he looks pretty confident and full of swagger with an almost lecherous smile on his wet sweaty face.] SWEATING MAN: SCW! I told ol' Pirate boy I would give this place a look over before he arrives from overseas so he can enjoy some more time with his family and Tony Sweat keeps his word, yo! [Indeed, Tony Sweat from the tag team Sweaty Bling is in the house! He struts a bit more before his eyes widened and his lecherous smile grows bigger & creepier.] TS: Well, well, well! SCW is looking pretty good right now! [He walks up to a young woman with a headset on, dressed in "SCW" t-shirt, blue jeans, and holding a clipboard. She looks up with a courteous smile.] WOMAN: Hello! Can I help you? [Tony nods his head.] TS: Yeah, doll! I'm with Sweaty Bling, the tag team, and am here to check out the scene. [She smiles politely.] WOMAN: Oh, that's great! [She motions around w/ her hand.] WOMAN: Catering is down that way and the interview area is down that hall and.. [Her voice trails off as she notices sweat just streaming off the man, droplets falling on the floor.] WOMAN: Oh My Gosh! Let me get you some water, sir, you look like you are feeling the heat. [Tony nods excitedly.] TS: Yeah! I'm feeling the heat alright, sugar! [She is not picking up on his creepy vibes and reaches into a nearby ice chest and produces a bottle of water.] WOMAN: Here you go, sir! Gotta stay hydrated in this summer heat! [She offers the bottle to Sweat who instead of grabbing the bottle, grabs her hand and suddenly a river of sweat starts pouring from his hand onto her and the poor woman has an involuntary immediate reaction.] WOMAN: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *THUD* [She yanks her arm away, now covered in sweat, and drops the bottle while she takes off running away. Tony looks confused.] TS: What the..?! [He shakes his head incredulously.] TS: Women. [He picks the bottle up off the floor and walks off screen.]
CHANEY: Looks like Tony is having a rough day, Larry. WATTERS: Well he needs to focus on when his tag team debuts and not worry about picking up strange in the gym! CHANEY: They may not be scheduled tonight, but Sweaty Bling will certainly play a role in the tag team division. WATTERS: They are said to be able to handle themselves for sure. CHANEY: And so is Windham Brody, who wrestles in the next match. WATTERS: I'm ready for this one! This big guy can go!
[The screen cuts to a wide shot as the following graphic comes over the picture of the ringside crowd.]
[The screen cuts to show the ring where Aaron Buffington is ready to start this match.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and has a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, from Lucifer, Arizona and weighing in at three hundred-seventeen pounds, WINDHAM BRODY! ["13" by Danzig begins to play as the fans seems to enjoy the music, but the mood turns somber the moment Windham Brody steps out from behind the curtain. Brody has his trademark biker gear on with a leather jacket that simply has the word "Survivor" on it. He walks slowly down the aisle, staring toward the ring as if focused on making it his own personal domain. He reaches the ring and steps through the ropes and inside the squared circle.] CHANEY: That guy is every bit as big as I remember him, Larry! WATTERS: I actually think he has gotten meaner. CHANEY: Last time I saw him, he was walking around with a Television Title and now I think he want smore! WATTERS: I can't blame him. Big Dog has gotta eat! [Buffington continues the intros.] BUFFINGTON: And the opponent! From Philadelphia Pennsylvania! The big! RED!! LOVE MACHINE!!! [The crowd gives a polite clap as their heads turned to the walkway, waiting for Big Red to step out from the curtain.] [They wait....] CHANEY: Where is Big Red? The guy is usually first to get to a show back there? [Still waiting.....] WATTERS: This is pretty damned unprofessional if you ask me. [And wait some more.....] CHANEY: Should we be worried here? WATTERS: Who cares? Let's move on already! [The fans are getting restless now, shifting in their seats, Brody seems to be complaining animatedly to the ref who now rolls out the ring to talk with a few crew members. From the back, we can hear angry shouts and what sounds like confusion over the ever-growing boos of an increasingly more dissatisfied crowd.] CHANEY: Windham Brody seems to be getting a little angry in there. WATTERS: Well wouldn't you? He has a right to be mad because *HE* showed up! Machine may be a great guy, but in my book if you pull this, you get fired! [After a few minutes, a clearly frustrated official comes back to the ring. Trying to talk to the announcer, the referee and Brody over the din of the crowd.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentleman, we regret to inform you that The Big Red Love Machine is not here tonight. [Boos at that.] BUFFINGTON: Rest assured, he will be punished for unprofessional conduct, but for tonight, we do have a replacement! Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome "GOOD”! GORDON!! GAINES!!! [Gaines's music cues up and "If the Good Die Young" by Tracy Lawrence begisn to play and the crowd immediately cheers because they likethe country favorite from years ago. Gaines comes out, obviously frustrated because he wasn't scheduled. But he smiles as best he can and slaps a few hands at the ringside area before climbing into the ring.] CHANEY: Gordon Gaines is in the ring. WATTERS: Call him what he is! "The Sacrificial Lamb!" CHANEY: Be nice, Larry! WATTERS: Hes not ready for a guy like Brody! Hell, Big Red Love Machine didn't show up because of this match! He was scared and Gaines thinks he has a chance? Give me a break! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] [Gaines barely has time to get his guard up before he's FLATTENED into the corner by a charging Brody! The crowd wincing at the crushing impact. Brody grabs Gordan's arm and sends him into the opposite corner, before crushing him AGAIN in the corner with a charging lariat!] CHANEY: Good Lord, Brody has just gone off on this man! WATTERS: I told you! [Again whipped into the opposite corner! And again a lariat! Now Windham begins to go to town on his opponent. Venting his fury at being slighted by the Big Red Love Machine.] CHANEY: Okay, that's enough! He doesn't need to do that! WATTERS: Ah, quit yer bitchin' ‘E's lettin' off steam. Besides, a good old fashioned beating will probably do wonders for a chump like Gaines. [The ref orders Brody (Who is now walking the proverbial mudhole dry) to get Gordan Gaines out of the corner. Brody eventually complies. Dragging his hapless foe out of the corner and lifting him up for a devastating Powerbomb!] CHANEY: Oh Good God! [...Then he picks him up again! [POWERBOMB!!] WATTERS: DAMN, SON! [And again.] [POWERBOMB!!] CHANEY: Get the medics! WATTERS: Get a herse! [And again.] [POWERBOMB!!] CHANEY: Folks, Windham Brody is going far beyond the levels of good taste! [And again.] [POWERBOMB!!] WATTERS: He just doesn't give a damn! CHANEY: I don't think he does. WATTERS: Oof.. I'm almost startin' to feel bad for Gaines. CHANEY: SEE?! Now can we both agree this madness needs to- WATTERS: Simmer down Sally, I said ALMOST. [Having finally seemed to finish pounding his opponent into the maY. Windham casually hoist his opponent up into a snake-eyes position. Parading around the ring with Gordan's limp body in a callous display of his raw pow-] CHANEY: Oh no, please no... [Perhaps on instinct alone, Gordan suddenly slips out of the hold and grabs Brody from behind! He goes for The Cleanup!! (Inverted DDT), but exploding into sudden action, Brody twists out and nearly DECAPITATED Gaines with a short-arm clothesline!] WATTERS: Gaines is dead. Utterly dead. CHANEY: He nearly had the biggest upset of the night right there. [But his expression has changed. There is a look of shock on his face. A grim countenance at how close he'd nearly come to being beat by some loser.] WATTERS: Brody took his eye off the ball. Have fun if you want, but DON'T let up. You're here to win. [Windham seemed to take that to heart, still holding onto Gaines wrist, he pulled him up and TOSSED him into the air for a liftign reverse STO.] CHANEY: ROAD TO HELL!!! THAT HAS TO BE IT! WATTERS: Gaines better hope so! ONE!! . . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . THREE!!! [DING! DING! DING!] BUFFINGTON: Here is your winner! Windham! BRODY!! CHANEY: Windham Brody making an emphatic statement tonight on Rampage! WATTERS: Yeah. He just told everybody don't piss him off! CHANEY: You have to worry about Big Red Love Machine and why he wasn't here. WATTERS: Well I figure he is at home watching and thanking his personal god that he didn't show up after what we just saw! [With that emphatic victory, Windham rolls out of the ring, leaving his opponent lying in a battered heap as the screen cuts away.]
[A video begins to roll and we hear voices before we can actually see anything in focus.] "Hey, Bammer... ready to start somewhere new?" "Yep." [The southern drawl and subsequent chuckle are clues to the identity of the voice. The large man with the weathered face taps his cane against the ground and smiles.] "I done found us a new playground to play in!" [Inching backwards, the view puts the Markham family on full display in front of an SCW interview backdrop. The man with the cane nods.] "SCW! Sure is nice to meet ya! Name's Cam "Slam" Markham! And for close to thirty years, this old body of mine TORE through every man, boy, and pretender to my throne in good ol' Memphis, TN. For thirty years, I RULED that ring and for thirty years, I was incitin' riots and droppin' more panties than snowflakes fallin' in the cold Winter air!" [He sighs.] "But sadly, time's the one enemy that even the Markhams can't beat. But while I retired and left behind a great career, I turned my attention to the... well, not the next generation but the one AFTER that. My son didn't want nothin' to do with wrestling, but my grandson did. And as it turns out, he ain't half bad!" [With that, a MASSIVE mountain of a man appears at the side of Cam Markham, snorting hot breath. Wearing a grungy "Markham Compound" hoodie, the hood comes off to reveal a wild mane of unkempt brown hair and a small, but bushy beard in the same condition.] "Meet the next heir of the Ol' Markham Dynasty! Bam Markham!" [A small nod of acknowledgement from Bam.] "Call him The Big Bad Bull from Boulder. Call him Mr. Heritage. Call him whatever you like, but know that above all else... you'll be callin' him a WINNER." [He turns to Bam.] "Bam... say a few words for these kind people if you would." [Bam shrugs. Cam chuckles.] "That's just fine. Save it for the ring. See... whether Markhams have been cheered and respected for our fightin' prowess or hated for our opinions, one thing is TRUE in the sport of wrestlin' today. Everybody TALKS and TALKS and TALKS... and almost nobody's about action anymore. That's where we come in." [Bam pops the bones in his neck as Cam continues.] "If you're a fan of somebody bustin' heads like ripe melons? Bam's your guy. If you're a fan of knock-down drag out got-damn fights all over the arena? Bam's your guy. You want to see somebody that handles their business by themselves the way The Man Upstairs intended?" [He beats his cane on the ground with each word.] "Bam. Is. Your. Guy." [Cam composes himself after a soft chuckle.] "We ain't here to appease a boardroom. We ain't here to get ahead via an "authority figure." We ain't here to be Sports Entertainers... we're here to FIGHT and SCW is where the fights are! Now... if you ARE entertained by the Markham brand of sport... then next week, we got somethin' just for y'all." [It's now that Bam decides to greet the audience.] "See y'all soon." [A smile... complete with jagged teeth. ] [Then static.]
[Cut to SCW backstage interviewer, THE INFORMER who is standing by himself in the middle of the screen.] THE INFORMER: One of the more interesting signings by SCW Officials is the one and only "Stoned Submission Specialist"... TRIPP SKYLARK!!! It's been a few years since Tripp was seen on the wrestling circuit! Let's check in with him now and get his thoughts about his match later tonight! [The Informer motions to his right, where the camera turns to... find a sleeping Tripp Skylark. Dressed like a teenager skate punk that never grew up, Tripp is not only sleeping, but snoring. Loudly. With his head leaned back and his mouth wide open, Tripp looks as if he is about to fall of the chair he's currently occupying.] THE INFORMER: Uhh... Tripp? [Snoring. Nothing but snoring.] THE INFORMER: Urmm... Excuse me, Tripp Skylark? [More snores, so The Informer reaches out and pokes Skylark right in the chest. No movement from Tripp. The Informer shrugs, and knocks on Tripp's head.......] SKYLARK (Startled): ....Poopytrim.... Uh... mmm... What's going on man? THE INFORMER: Hello, Tripp! I am the one and only Informer, here to get the scoop on your thoughts about your upcoming match? SKYLARK (Scratching his head, confused): Match? What match? THE INFORMER: You know, your one on one bout later this evening with... PAT.. GORDON... JUNIOR? SKYLARK: Yeah, gots no idea what your talking about, buddy. I'm just here for the monster trucks and backstage freebies. THE INFORMER: Monster Trucks...? Backstage freebies...? Tripp, there's no monster trucks or backstage freebies here. Tonight's inaugural SCW RAMPAGE!! Where you get to wrestle the incredibly savvy veteran, Pat Gordon, jr!! SKYLARK: Who? What? Never heard of him, but that doesn't mat-- THE INFORMER: Pat Gordon, Jr? The former heavyweight champion? Doesn't ring a bell? SKYLARK: No, it doesn't, but not like even matters. Rasslin' ain't even today. Rasslin' is in a few days from meow. Today's monster trucks. I'm sure of it. Look, I even wrote it down.... [Tripp stands up from his chair, and begins digging into his pockets, searching for something. With a puzzled look on his face, Tripp continues the search... until he pulls out a heavily weathered piece of paper. He holds the paper a few inches from his face.] SKYLARK: See, I have it right here... Monster Trucks are on Sunday.... Rasslin is on.... GAZZOOOOOOKS!!! You're right! Wrestling _IS_ tonight! [A panicked look comes over Skylark, as he fumbles to get the paper back into his pockets.] THE INFORMER: So, now do you have any thoughts on your match tonight with Pat Gordon, Jr? [Skylark pauses, bringing his hand to his chin, rubbing it slowly, thinking so hard he might blow a gasket.] SKYLARK (pauses for a moment): Yes! I do! You better always remember that whatever you do, you always gotta take care of your shoes! [Tripp gives The Informer a nod of his head, and wonders off camera left. The Informer has a puzzled look on his face as the camera fades...]
[We return ringside with our announcers.] CHANEY: (laughing) That Skylark is always a load of laughs. WATTERS: Except when he isn't. CHANEY: And when is that? WATTERS: Most of the time. I'm no prude, but someone who goes through life acting loopy because of his love of a certain kind of plant life doesn't inspire much laughter out of me. CHANEY: Were you born at sixty years old, Larry WATTERS: Stuff it, Chaney. CHANEY: The little-known team of Greco-Roman meets a team we are familiar with, Larry – Nuff Said. WATTERS: Little-known to you, Chaney. I know a lot about Greco-Roman. CHANEY: You do? {Larry nods.} CHANEY: Care to elaborate? WATTERS: Nope. It's your fault if you flunk the exam. CHANEY: And Greco-Roman gets the chance to prove their worth as they face off against Steve and Keith, the team known as 'Nuff Said. WATTERS: I think that is just right? CHANEY: The team name? WATTERS: No, the fact that you have said quite enough at this point. Let's just get to the ring and get thsi one started so people see what real tag team wrestling is about. CHANEY: You said it, Crusher! To the ring and Aaron Buffington!
[The screen cuts to a view of the ringside crowd and the following graphic comes across the screen.]
[The screen cuts to the ring view and Aaron Buffington ready to announce.] Buff: To my left, from Niagra Falls New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 431pounds...Kamikaze Keith...Suicidal Steve...Nuff Said! {KK and SS smiled and exchanged high-fives, getting some cheers in the process.} Buff: To my right, from Morelia, Mexico and Parts Unknown respectively, at a combined weight of 435 pounds...Alejandro Greco and Roman Kapowski...Greco-Roman! EC: No response to this debuting team. Why's that, Larry? LW: Why are you asking me? EC: I thought with the extensive amount of homework you'd done on them; you might know the answer. LW: I do. EC: And? LW: They're boring. EC: Sorry... LW: That's why I gave up shortly after I started researching them. EC: So, you don't really know anything then? {During that so-called banter, the two teams had made up their minds who was going to start.] EC: So, here we go. Alejandro Greco and Kamikaze Keith will get us underway. {Keith storms in with a WILD roundhouse kick that Alejandro easily sidesteps. Thereafter, Kamikaze attempts to walk Alejandro down, only to be taken down...} EC: Double leg takedown by Greco, who I heard is an accomplished wrestler. Is that correct, Larry? LW: Yep. EC: Some help you are. Greco wailing away with punches, forcing Kamikaze Keith to cover up. Keith reaches the ropes, forcing a count and now both men are back on their feet, though Kamikaze Keith looks a little dizzy after that last flurry. {On this occasion, Greco and KK negotiated a conventional collar-and-elbow tie-up, which Alejandro trumped in with a smooth side headlock takedown, denying Kamikaze Keith's go-to headscissors counter.} LW: Greco knows what he's doing in there. EC: Looks like, Larry. But, Keith pushes Greco off, dropdown by Greco and an attempted leapfrog by Kamikaze Keith. {Greco merely watches Keith jump up and down the spot, admiring KK's leapfrog rather than falling for it.} EC: Hard kick to the midsection by Greco, who looks like he doesn't suffer fools gladly. LW: No, he just makes them suffer instead. EC: Indeed, Torture Rack by Greco! LW: Not for long, here comes Suicidal Steve to save the day. EC: The referee reprimands Suicidal Steve for his interference, though I completely understand why he took the hit to save Keith from further punishment. It was a precarious place to be in. {While both men are down on the ground, the official issues a double count, which is quashed on four as Greco grabs Keith.} EC: Enzuigiri from out of nowhere. Can Keith tag Steve in? Yes, he can! European uppercuts send Greco back to the corner, Steve is on fire here. Big-time Hiptoss takes Greco out of the corner. LW: Sent him back to Greece, you mean? EC: It looks like Suicidal Steve is preparing Greco for a powerbomb, but Greco doesn't want any part of that, falling to his knees. LW: Smart tactics by that ‘accomplished' wrestler, eh, Eric? {Steve dishes out sledges to soften up Alejandro's spine and resistance, seemingly intent on pulling off the pre-planned powerbomb. Try saying that after ten shots of tequila.} EC: Out of nowhere, Greco takes Steve down and now has a dragon sleeper applied, but he can't cinch it in as Suicidal Steve smartly extends his feet to touch the bottom ropes. LW: Perhaps Steve has become an accomplished wrestler as well. You wouldn't know though, would you? EC: Even a broken clock is right one minute of the day. Tag by Greco to Roman Kapowski, who we've heard great things about. LW: Oh, you did your homework on him, did you? EC: As a matter of fact, I did. Roman is staring Steve down, practically inviting him in... LW: And, Steve is going to bite... EC: German suplex into the turnbuckles!!! LW: He actually calls that the ROMAN suplex. {In the aftermath, Kapowski tosses Suicidal Steve out over the top rope, essentially negating him as a factor in the match. Despite a call from Greco, Kapowski didn't heed his partner's warning in time and was jumped on by Kamikaze Keith.} EC: Keith is giving it all he's got... LW: It won't be enough. EC: Who knows? Hard kick by Keith to the midsection and it looks like a piledriver attempt this time... LW: WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! EC: Roman's kryptonite krunch was certainly Kamikaze Keith's Achilles heel. LW: Roman Ruins, you mean. EC: Larry, we can't say HIS name on television. {Meanwhile, the official produces an academic count once Kapowski covers Kamikaze Keith, hooking the leg for extra yet unnecessary leverage. ‘1...2...3!!!} EC: A very good victory for Greco-Roman here on their debut. LW: Not bad. EC: Nuff said? LW: Yeah, I'd say so. EC: No, I meant what was your assessment of Nuff Said's performance? LW: Awful. EC: Greco-Roman will have one eye on the winners of tonight's main event, a four corners match for the SCW tag team titles, still that and plenty of other action to come. [Cut away.]
[We cut backstage again ... The camera focuses in and finds Tony Sweat again talking to some poor lady. From a distance we can hear her response - GROSS! Tony Sweat seems bewilderingly encouraged by her disgust!] TS: Yeah! That is what I'm saying, girl! Lets go make that gross stuff happen! [The gorgeous blonde has a look of displeasure as she looks around to see the quickest way to exit this uncomfortable situation. However, out of nowhere arrives her white knight ... or should we say her masked black knight, Masked Maniac. The masked ladies man slides between the soaking wet Tony Sweat and the disgusted damsel in distress.] MM: I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours? [The blonde's look of distress and discomfort turns to relief as she smiles.] Blonde: Of course! [Tony has a look of disbelief.] TS: Hey, man! I don't know why you want other people's phone numbers, maybe it's some telemarketing thing, but go conduct your survey business elsewhere, alright? Me and this lady are planning out a good time tonight! [The Masked Maniac puts his right arm around the blonde and as they start to walk off, Maniac turns back to the dripping wet sweat monster and says -] MM: Better luck next time, amigo. [Tony looks visibly annoyed.] TS: I don't know who that masked telemarketer guy is but I am gonna' knock his teeth down his throat the next time I see him! [Cut to..]
{In red t-shirts, the duo of Damon Somner with his brushed-forward light blond hair and Greg Matthews, built like a bull with tree-like thighs and dark eyes, are seen smiling at the camera.} Damon: Hey, Health Fanatics here. The fittest man in professional wrestling, yours truly, and the strongest man you'll ever meet alongside me, ‘The Powerhouse' Greg Matthews. Greg, ready to give some advice? {Somner has a pile of papers and throws the first two pages away with disdain.} Damon: This one. Greg, how can I get a body like yours? Greg: Easy. Stop playing video games, eat right, go to the gym once in a while and actually use the membership card you got in January that you've only used twice when it's now June. Damon: Next. {Throws that letter away.} Damon: This one's for me: How can I improve my fitness? Greg: Can I? Damon: Go ahead... Greg: Easy. Stop playing video games, eat right, go to the gym once in a while and... Damon: Yep. What he said. These questions are so boring and basic. It's obvious nobody exercises properly, and you're all so lazy, you've got the world at your fingertips and you still can't be bothered to type words into Google, even when it's your damn home page. {Josef Skala and Jan Bosko, their red Prague Drinking Team hoodies and black shorts and boots on, stop by just as Damon throws the collection of mail over his shoulder.} Josef: So, now I can see why, Greg does all of the heavy lifting: You can't even suplex a silly pile of letters you wrote yourself. {Somner smiled.} Damon: Oh, look, we're the Prague Drinking Team: We stole our name from tourists' clothes, we're fat, out of shape, eat kebabs, drink beer every night and get our asses handed to us because we've got more balls than brains, but the crowd likes us because we're just like them. Get out of here. Bosko: Maybe they like us because we're not assholes. Matthews: Hey... {Skala and Bosko both stepped to Matthews.} Damon: Steady on, guys. We wouldn't want you to sacrifice your only ever chance at a championship. You haven't earned it, but you're here and you can drown your sorrows later and get into a fight with people you can actually beat. {Bosko wagged his finger.} Jan: The only things you've got going for you are your stamina and your mouth and they won't help you when Josef and I kick the shit out of you. [Fade out.]
[We cut back to the ringside announcers.] CHANEY: Two of our four teams on a collision course in the main event just met each other there, Larry. WATTERS: They have met before and I bet this isn't the last time the cross paths in SCW. CHANEY: Probably not, but will the Lonestar tag titles be on the line? WATTERS: They certainly are tonight, Chaney and all four of those teams would be worthy champions, but I can't bet against El Gringo Loco and his Cartel. I just can't. That is a squared away crew right there. CHANEY: Speaking of the Cartel, one of the members of the Loco Cartel is in action next and we have seen him already tonight, haven't we? WATTERS: Chaney, Pat Gordon Jr has been a household name in wrestling for a long time, but in the past year or so he has blossomed into one o fthe best talents in the world. CHANEY: He certainly has, even though it came with an attitude adjustment that hasn't pleased many fans. WATTERS: Who cares about them? You don't win gold making little Johnny jump out of his seat and pee his pants! You win gold by beating your opponents and making *THEM* pee their pants! Gringo Loco convinced Pat of that and he has a World Title run under his belt recently to show it was the right advice. CHANEY: Well I never doubted you would think that. You always look favorably upon the ones who break rules. WATTERS: Not so! I like the ones who bend them also! CHANEY: Good grief! WATTERS: I knew you worked for peanuts, Chaney. I never knew you quoted them. CHANEY: Well this next match should be interesting, as we'll see a stark contrast in personalities between the fun loving stoner, Tripp Skylark, and the Boston Bruiser, Pat Gordon, Junior. And with Tripp being from Pittsburgh and Gordon from Boston... WATTERS: I believe you mean the Oklahoma Orthodontist, Chaney. Remember, Patrício el Gordon moved to Muskogee. He's an Okie, now! CHANEY: Be that as it may, two different attitudes entirely and different wrestling styles will make this one interesting. WATTERS: Do you know why they call him the Oklahoma Orthodontist, Chaney? It's because anyone who wrestles him loses some teeth! CHANEY: We'll just see about that, let's hand it to Aaron Buffington and get this one underway!
[The screen cuts to a view of the ringside fans cheering as the following graphic comes across the screen.]
[The screen switches to show Aatron Buffington in the ring, microphone in hand.] BUFF: This next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 187 pounds... TRIPP SKYLARK! [With that, the fans rise to their feet and begin to let Tripp hear their opinion of him. The noise is simply deafening, especially because Tripp doesn't even bother to have any music played for him! He just struts on out behind the curtain, sporting his street clothes, and those damn sunglasses. Quickly he makes his way down the aisle, smirking that cocky smirk of his at the crowd left and right. He rolls underneath the rope, and stands up in the middle of the ring, still smirking. He drifts back to his corner, getting ready for his match with a few stretches.] CHANEY: You know, Larry, I still can't get over that announcement from the beginning of the night that we're going to kick off the Southwestern Championship Wrestling Lonestar Heavyweight Championship tournament on the very next Rampage! WATTERS: That's right, Chaney, and we're about to see the man who won it coming up next. CHANEY: Well, that's what he claims, but how can he win a tournament that hasn't even started yet? WATTERS: That's what makes it so impressive! [The Dallas crowd boos as soon as they hear "Okie from Muskogee” by Merle Haggard. It's the second time they have heard it tonight, and they REALLY aren't feeling this whole Oklahoma thing Pat Gordon, Junior is doing now. Texans HATE Oklahoma! Anyway, El Gringo Loco leads Pat Gordon, Junior down the aisle and to the ring.] BUFF: And his opponent, now residing in "the heartland of America,” Muskogee, Oklahoma, representing the Loco Wrestling Cartel... weighing in at 247 pounds... the "Oklahoma Orthodontist”... PATRÍCIO EL GORDÓN!!! [Once they reach ringside, EGL holds open the ropes for PGJR, who then returns the favor for the Mexican Mastermind. They discuss some last minute strategy, ducking away from Tripp Skylark, who tries to come at them early. El Gringo Loco complains to the referee about it before leaving the ring to take his post as Gordon's manager.] CHANEY: You know, Larry, Tripp Skylark is a gifted athlete, and he even has an outstanding high school wrestling background. He might be the hands on favorite to win this match tonight! WATTERS: Don't forget, Pat Gordon, Junior wrestled and boxed in college. AND he has the genius of El Gringo Loco to guide him! CHANEY: You mean to help him cheat. WATTERS: The man doesn't cheat. He's just there to offer his strategies and advice. CHANEY: [A tad sarcastically] I stand corrected. [Pat Gordon, Junior and Tripp Skylark meet in the middle of the ring, where Tripp catches Gordon off guard with an arm drag. Both men get back on their feet, and PGJR looks a bit surprised.] CHANEY: Nice arm drag takedown by Tripp Skylark, and it looks like Pat Gordon, Junior may have underestimated him! WATTERS: Don't be so sure, Chaney. [Tripp catches Gordon with a second arm drag, and follows it up with a quick dropkick.] CHANEY: Another arm drag by Tripp Skylark, and a beautiful dropkick to follow. Now Tripp is locking in an armbar. WATTERS: Well, he's definitely going to want to wrestle a fast pace if he wants to beat Patrício Gordón here tonight. [Pat pushes his way back to his feet and lays a couple of wicked chops across Tripp's chest before whipping him across the ring.] CHANEY: Irish whip from Pat Gordon, Junior. Skylark ducks underneath the clothesline and comes back with one of his own! These fans here in Dallas are starting to get behind Tripp Skylark already. WATTERS: Would you get his name right, Chaney? CHANEY: I believe I did. It's Pat Gordon, Junior. WATTERS: It's Patrício Gordón. CHANEY: That's not what his father named him. WATTERS: Well that's what El Gringo Loco calls him. Anyhow, he's not happy with Tripp Skylark's flurry of offense in the early goings of this bout. [Indeed, Pat Gordon, Junior isn't happy. He slaps the mat with both hands and rolls out of the ring to consult with El Gringo Loco. The Mexican Mastermind offers him some words of encouragement to calm him down and perhaps a little advice to get things going his way. The referee starts a count, but it doesn't last long before El Gringo Loco pats Pat on the back and sends him back into the ring.] CHANEY: Well, Pat Gordon - [Larry Watters clears his throat.] - sorry, Patrício el Gordón takes a brief timeout to talk over what's going wrong with El Gringo Loco, but it looks as if he's ready to continue now. WATTERS: Hey, what do you know? You're learning, Chaney! [Pat.. erm... Patrício Gordón approaches Tripp Skylark with caution this time. Tripp throws a feint kick to keep him at bay, but once he has an opening, Gordon comes in low and implements a fireman's takedown to put Tripp's back on the mat.] CHANEY: Nice fireman's takedown by Pat Gordon, Junior, and he slips on a reverse chinlock. WATTERS: Smart move by Gordón. You know, most people would go for the legs against a high flyer like Skylark, but taking away the oxygen supply to his brain can do the same thing, and that's what Gordón is doing right now by putting pressure on the carotid arteries. Well, that's if Tripp Skylark even has a brain, anyway. The jury's still out on that. [Tripp looks to be fading out of consciousness. He starts pumping his fist in the air and the fans get cheer him on. Tripp starts to fight his way to his feet and punches the Muskogee Mauler in the stomach. He gives him another one of the same before burying his elbow in Gordon's breadbasket. Two more elbows to the gut Tripp's freedom from the reverse chinlock!] CHANEY: Tripp Skylark breaks the hold with those elbows to Gordon's midsection, and now he capitalizes with a back fist! Side headlock by Skylark... and it's the Atomic Noogie! [Tripp digs his knuckle into Pat Gordon, Junior's scalp. In response, Junior stomps his feet up and down before shoving Tripp off of him and into the ropes. Gordon ducks his head for a big back body drop, or maybe a spinebuster.] CHANEY: MAT SLAM! [Tripp counters with a sitout faceslam. He rolls Pat Gordon, Junior onto his back and goes for the pin.] WATTERS: Come on, Gordon, kick out! CHANEY: I thought you said it was Gordón, Larry. WATTERS: Shut up, Chaney! [Pat kicks out after a two and a half.] CHANEY: Near fall there. I thought he had him. WATTERS: He's the Hardest Working Man in Pro-Wrestling. He's not done yet. [It's Skylark's turn to show off his submission prowess, as he locks the Boston ex-patriot in an inverted face lock, otherwise known as a dragon sleeper. The fans are behind Tripp Skylark, but El Gringo Loco raps the apron with his cane in support Pat Gordon, Junior.] CHANEY: Great submission move here by Tripp Skylark, as he looks to take a page out of Gordon's playbook and wear him out. He could put Gordon to sleep right here! WATTERS: I wouldn't count on it, Chaney. Gordón is tough. He'll find a way out! [In fact, the Muskogee Mauler does find a way out, and it's a reverse thumb to the eye. Boos from the crowd, who were excited that they might see him lose.] CHANEY: Well, right you are about him finding a way out, but wouldn't you just know it, it's a shortcut. WATTERS: Hey, it got him out of the hold, didn't it? Besides, shortcuts get you there quicker, Chaney. That's why they're not called longcuts. CHANEY: Well, it certainly put a smile on El Gringo Loco's masked face. Although he's the only one. Well, except for you, Larry. [Pat lies on the mat, holding his throat, and gasping for air, while Tripp takes a knee holding his eye. Tripp is on his feet first, but Pat catches him coming in with a belly-to-belly suplex.] WATTERS: Yes! Would you look at that? Gordon's on the comeback trail! [The Hardest Working Man in Pro-Wrestling goes for a running kneelift to follow it up, but Tripp trips him up and locks in an Achilles tendon hold. El Gringo Loco puts his head in his hands. Just when things were starting to go their way.] WATTERS: It looks like I spoke too soon. CHANEY: You sure did, Larry. Tripp Skylark has that Achilles tendon hold locked on tight. WATTERS: But they're too close to the ropes! Look, Gordón has the bottom rope! [EGL is hastily on the scene to point out that Gordon has a hold of the bottom rope. The referee sees it and orders Tripp to relinquish the hold. No arguments, no complaints. Just compliance. Still not quick enough for El Gringo Loco, who gets onto the apron to complain. Tripp comes over and joins in the argument.] CHANEY: Watch out! [The Muskogee Mauler charges Tripp Skylark from behind, but Tripp is quick to get out of the way. PGJR puts on the breaks at the last possible second to avoid colliding with the boss of the Loco Wrestling Cartel. Pat taps on his head, indicating he's got the smahts, but Tripp catches him with a dropkick to the back that knocks Gordon right into El Gringo Loco! The Mexican Mastermind falls from the apron to the ringside floor. Skylark rolls him up from behind with a schoolboy.] WATTERS: He should have been paying attention instead of showboating. CHANEY: Indeed. A dropkick from Skylark sends Gordon crashing into El Gringo Loco, and now the roll-up from behind! [Gordon kicks out at two.] CHANEY: A near fall, but the match will continue. Sooner or later, Tripp is going to put Gordon away. WATTERS: I hate to say it, but you could be right. He's dominated this contest so far. [Once both men are back on their feet, Gordon catches Tripp with an old fashioned kick to the gut that set up a gutwrench suplex. The Oklahoma Orthodontist grabs Tripp Skylark by the hair and drives two rights into his temple before bringing him back to his feet the hard way. Pat puts one leg on either side of Tripp's head and lifts him up.] CHANEY: PILEDRIVER! WATTERS: It's doomsday on the skull! CHANEY: Gordon now with the cover. [The cover gets two.] WATTERS: Come on, ref! That was a slow count! CHANEY: It appears El Gringo Loco agrees with you. He's giving the referee an earful. WATTERS: Somebody needs to do it. [The Oklahoma Orthodontist escorts Tripp Skylark to the corner and smashes him face first into the top turnbuckle.] WATTERS: Skylark looks like he's getting pretty friendly with that turnbuckle, kissing it like that. [Watters laughs at his own joke and then Junior grabs Skylark from behind and hoists him up, dropping him crotch-first onto the top rope. Pat shakes the rope up and down, giving Tripp a rough ride before knocking him off the rope with a monstrous lariat! Luckily for Tripp, he fell back into the ring.] CHANEY: ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN! And now Gordon goes for another pin, but the referee isn't there. He's still arguing with El Gringo Loco! WATTERS: Come on, ref, do your job! [El Gringo Loco points to the pin attempt. Pat gets up to go get the referee. Another cover, and this time the referee is there to count. The pin only gets a two count, however, in no small part due to the extra time it took for Pat to fetch the official.] CHANEY: Gordon only gets a two count there. He's not giving up, and he goes for another pin. This one gets a two. There's a third pinfall attempt, but Skylark kicks out at one! And a rake to the eyes by Pat Gordon, Junior! [Sarcastically.] His father must be so proud. WATTERS: Hey, he'll do what he has to do to win, and that makes El Gringo Loco proud. [Patrício el Gordón brings Tripp Skylark back to his feet. He grabs him from behind for a big backdrop suplex.] WATTERS: Yes! Here it comes, the Sunday Morning Hangover! CHANEY: NO! BULLDOG BY TRIPP SKYLARK! [Fortunately for Tripp, they're close enough to the ropes for him to kick off of them and counter the Sunday Morning Hangover with a big bulldog. El Gringo Loco is beside himself as Tripp pulls Junior into place and heads up top. Tripp gestures for the end and leaps off the top rope with a corkscrew shooting star press. The Mexican Multimedia MEGA STAR holds his breath as all he can do is watch.] CHANEY: SKYLARK FALLS! WATTERS: Boy did he ever! Hahaha! Gordón rolled out of the way! [Yup, unlucky for Tripp Skylark as Pat Gordon, Junior manages to roll out of the way at the last possible second, leaving Tripp Skylark to crash and burn. Pat scrambles over to make the cover. 1... 2... 3!!!] RING BELL: DING DING DING! WATTERS: That's why you don't take high risks, Chaney. Tripp Skylark was done in by his own move! CHANEY: That he was, Larry. A tragic ending to this contest as Pat Gordon, Junior picks up his Southwestern Championship Wrestling debut win right here on Rampage. WATTERS: You call it a tragedy, Chaney, I call it Tripp Skylark's own stupidity. But either way, the right man won tonight. I can't wait to see Pat Gordon, Junior run roughshod over this SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Championship tournament. CHANEY: Tripp Skylark was just a second away from picking up the win over Pat Gordon, Junior, and there's no doubt in mind if these two met again, he would come out on top. I'm sure we'll see lots of victories for Tripp Skylark moving forward. WATTERS: If onlys and justs were candies and nuts, then every day would be Erntedankfest. CHANEY: I... what does that even mean? WATTERS: I have no idea. I saw Dwight Schrute say it once on the Office, but I'm sure it applies here! CHANEY: Well, that certainly explains a lot. [The fans are left with a bad taste in their mouths while El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior celebrate victory to the tune of "Okie from Muskogee.”]
[Briefly, between segments, we hear the roar of a Harley tearing up a two lane country road as the scene shows us a nighttime scene of the North Texas badlands. A large man with long grayish brown hair and a big burly beard is driving.] BIKER: "Big Boss Hogg is coming home to tell everyone in SCW....what's wrong with America." [The big man flies past the camera after his voice over, the Texas flags on his helmet the only non black item on his body. When his bike leaves the scene, so does the scene leave the screen.]
{We open up to seeing a split screen arrangement with Alfie Button in a techicolor dreamcoat on the left, not that we know it because this segment is being shot in black and white. On the other side, the white hat of Chris Smith and his singlet.} {Then, we see a masked man in a studio. He is wearing a cream trench coat, white shirt and black tie.} The Informer: Welcome to Black and White. I am joined by two rivals for a verbal confrontation and I am your host, The Informer. Six weeks ago or so, ‘Big Kid' Chris Smith savagely attacked Ali Amore and racked up multiple falls over the former World champion, attempting to end the Colombian's career with splashes to his defenceless corpse until a BRIGHT knight rode in by the name of Alfie Button, who couldn't stand around and see his friend's career be cut criminally short. Tonight, here on Rampage 1, the SCW will be the atmospheric backdrop for this grudge to be resolved or even escalated. Gentlemen, welcome. Alfie: ‘ow's it ‘angin', Informer? The Informer: Chris, if we can start with you: Why did you attack Ali Amore? What had he done to you to warrant such a ferocious beatdown, seemingly unwarranted or uncalled for? Smith: Ali Amore was taking a paycheque and giving the fans of nbW, specifically children, the belief he could still compete at the highest level and I decided to expose that before he raised their expectations. You know how it is, Informer: You're in the exposure business... Alfie: Nobody would know about ya, mate. There's not much different, about an inch, maybe? Smith: Filthy mind. The Informer, can we edit that out? That type of language is totally inappropriate... The Informer: Unfortunately, this show is live... Alfie: Yeah, Chris, and ‘ere's a live opponent in front of ya. Ali Amore woulda done you in five minutes if it ‘ad been a fair fight, but ya ‘ad to jump ‘im because ya're a coward, mate. I don't buy this ‘ole fing of ya doin' it for the kids or being thick – you know what you're up to, you know exactly what ya're doin' and I won't fall for ya monkey business. The Informer: Alfie... Chris: You're seriously not going to ask him a question after his little rant, are you? He has hijacked this entire interview. Alfie: Entire interview? ‘ow long ‘ave we been on? A minute? What a drama king, you are. ‘ow about you givin' us a proper reason for ‘ighjacking Ali's career, ya mug? {Chris removes his mike and walks off, mumbling that there is no point in this.} Alfie: There we go. ‘Big Kid' is right. ‘e's just quit the interview and ‘e'll quit when we ‘ave it out in the ring later on. Informer, that's your scoop. Fanks for ya time, mate. The Informer: By my own admission, that was a disastrous debut for this show, but the truth will out in the ring. Will the headline read: Smith teaches Button a lesson? Or will Alfie press the button on Smith for what ‘Big Kid' did to his friend, Ali Amore? Revenge or repeat? Size or speed? Who will show more maturity? Will Alfie's anger drive him onto even greater speed or blind the dazzling athlete? Can Smith add another A to his A+ dismantling of Double A, Ali Amore, weeks ago? All these questions will be answered momentarily. Always remember: The truth is in black and white. Goodnight, everybody. [Fade out]
[The camera returns to the ringside area as the bell rings and two men begin to circle one another inside the squared circle. One man is decked out in black and purple attire split down the middle - his face shielded behind a traditional luchador mask, while the other is much smaller and stature and takes the swipe at the masked man's shin with a quick kick.] EC: Welcome back folks where the action just keeps on coming. In the ring right now we have the debut of Gazi from Stoke-on-Trent, England as he is ready to do battle with a man both myself and Larry are quite familiar with ... LW: ... The perennial ceiling inspector, Gemini. [In a very quick cutaway, the following graphic appears over the crowd shot.]
[And we're back to a view of the ring and action ready to go.] EC: Gazi brings quite a bit experience to the ring though as well, though primarily in the realm of tag team wrestling. But we are underway as the two circle one another, and quickly in for a collar and elbow tie-up. [Larger and more powerful, Gemini quickly backs Gazi up into the ring ropes as the official gets in to start his count - the masked man playing by the rules and breaking his grip on a 4 count. With his hands raised in surrender, Gemini starts to back away, only to receive another quick swat kick directly to the chin.] LW: Gazi quite quick with the feet, and powerful as well, as you heard the echo when his foot connected with Gemini's calf. EC: Another collar and elbow, and it looks like more of the same, this time Gemini directing the smaller man back into the corner. Marshall Noblitt is the third man in the ring, and again right there to administer the five count. [Before the referee can hit five, Gemini starts to back off, and more speed goes on display as Gazi goes for a roundhouse kick. Loosing his balance some as Gemini ducks, Gazi is quickly pulled into a side headlock from his bigger adversary.] EC: Gemini showing a solid understanding of the basics, as he wrenches on the side headlock. Gazi backs him into the ropes and pushes him off! Gemini off the opposite strand, and Gazi charges and catches him with a solid basement dropkick to the kneecap! [As Gazi's feet connect, Gemini starts to scream something out but is forced to self-censor, instead making an indistinguishable sound. Down on one knee, Gemini tries to get back to his feet, but soon finds himself on the receiving end of a knee strike to the teeth from the English-man, that puts him flat on his back.] LW: That knee hit like a bullet and Gazi quickly drops for the cover - ON- ... Nope! Gemini quick with the kick out! Gazi back to his feet and drops a sudden elbow before Gemini can even start to get back up. EC: Speed and impact certainly seem to be the name of Gazi's game, following up with a second elbow, and a third! LW: Fundamentals are on display here in this showdown, but I would venture to say that it is going to take a little more than a few elbow drops to get this crowd going after some of the action that we saw earlier tonight. [With a handful of purple and back mask, Gazi pulls his opponent to the feet. Squaring up, he takes a step back and then lunges with a beautiful kick to the pectoral region that hits with such ferocity that it echoes from the rafters of the SCW Arena, garnering an "Oooooh" from the crowd.] EC: I heard THAT one. LW: Heard? I FELT that one! EC: Squaring up again - THWACK! ... Gazi connects with another picture perfect kick to the chest. Gemini is NOT liking the feel of those kicks at all. Gazi throwing a finger up into the air and asking these fans if they want to see one more, as Gemini begs off some. LW: And you know these fans here in Dallas aren't gonna turn down a good whooping! [Lunging forward with the kick, Gazi connects squarely with the chest of Gemini, who instinctively catches the leg. Caught off guard by the sudden offense from the masked man, Gazi starts to drop to his back and drives the sole of his boot onto the chest of Gemini with a modified dropkick. Staggering back into the ropes, Gemini starts to rebound as ... ] EC: Kip-up by Gazi! Gemini off the ropes, Gazi with a leapfrog! Gemini coming back off the strands and Gazi with a drop down. Up and over goes Gemini but Gazi back up and charging in! Gemini is waiting on him though as he hoists Gazi up for a MILITARY PRES- NO! Gazi drops down behind Gemini! Knee to the small of the back aaaaaand ... LW: ... a chinlock. [Gemini down on both knees, finds the hands of the much quicker Gazi wrapped just below his chin as he drives a knee right between the shoulder blades. And much like the kicks to the chest a few moments ago took all the windo out of Gemini's lungs, this chinlock takes all the wind out of the crowd inside the SCW Arena.] Crowd: BOOOOOOORRRIIIIIIIIIIING! BOOOOOOOOOOORRRRIIIIIIIIIIING! EC: These fans here in Dallas are unforgiving tonight. Letting Gazi and Gemini know exactly what they think of this match. [Reaching forward, Gemini uses his longer arm to seize the middle rope and force a break of the chinlock as Referee Marshall Noblitt is right there with his mandatory 5 count. As the chinlock is broken, the crowd breathes a sigh of relief and Gazi quickly steps in alongside Gemini, grapevines a leg, and hooks the masked man around the shoulder.] EC: SIDE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP BY GAZI! Gazi now floats over behind Gemini and pulls him up into a seated position aaaaaaand .... Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! EC: ... back to the chinlock! LW: Oh come on! I thought we were in the big leagues here! Save those chinlocks for up North! These fans want action! These fans demand action! These fans insist that we ... Crowd: END THIS S(BLEEP)! END THIS S(BLEEP)! END THIS S(BLEEP)! EC: Yikes! Crowd: END THIS S(BLEEP)! END THIS S(BLEEP)! END THIS S(BLEEP)! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!! [The reaction of the crowd suddenly changes however as the ring is plunged into totally darkness, and they are spared the vision of what was the Gazi versus Gemini match.] LW: Did somebody forget to pay the electric bill? EC: Seriously? LW: Oh come on, it's instinct! [The murmuring of confusion and anticipation of the crowd is soon drowned out by the pounding drum beat that is the opening of "The Sound of Madness" by Shinedown. While some fans aren't quite sure what to expect, those that are in the know shake the rafters of the newly renovated building with cheers as single spotlight highlights a figure crouched low at the end of the aisle ... o/~ Yeah, I get it you're an outcast o/~ Always under attack always coming in last o/~ Bringing up the past no one owes you anything o/~ I think you need a shotgun blast a kick in the ass o/~ So paranoid o/~ Watch your back! ... The camera quickly pans down the aisle in a schizophrenic motion, as the figure rises from his crouched position and throws his arms out to the side - letting out a blood-curdling, banshee-like screech. Literally frothing at the mouth, the Japanese born superstar marches down the aisle, his head cleanly shaven with the exception of a two foot long red and black braided ponytail jutting from the top of his skull and hanging over his shoulder. Passing by the camera, he exchanges a look with the viewers at home from his pale-gray almost colorless eyes, and he bares horribly discolored pointed teeth.] EC: Watters! Will you listen to this crowd! LW: HE IS HERE! THE KOCHI CANNIBAL HAS ARRIVED IN SOUTHWESTERN CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING! [Inside the ring, the chinlock has been broken as Gazi and Gemini start to pace back and forth in the center of the ring, confusion over their faces as Freddie Sagawa stalks his way down the aisle - his arms outstretched to slap the hands of the fans in the narrow passageway.] LW: Folks, if you have never had the opportunity to see Freddie Sagawa in action before, you, like all these fans in Dallas are in for a treat! EC: But why is he here? LW: Why is he here? Because he is our Gee Dee Savior right now! [And without missing a beat, The Kochi Cannibal dives headfirst underneath the bottom rope and charges towards Gazi. Instinctively Gazi drops to his knees to avoid a clotheslines, but instead provides a launching pad as Sagawa steps off his back and drills both feet into the chest of Gemini with a shotgun dropkick that sends him careening back into the turnbuckles and collapsing into a seated position.] EC: What a dropkick from Sagawa! The Kochi Cannibal now in one fluid motion vaults to the apron and then back to the top rope as he waits on Gazi! [Confused, Gazi spins around in a full circle, unsure of where Freddie Sagawa will come from next - but soon finds out as The Cult Icon leaps from the top strand, wraps his legs around the English- man's head and floors him with a twisting hurricanrana. Flipping involuntarily through the air, Gazi is sent to the floor of the SCW Arena - and Sagawa continues his onslaught.] EC: Gazi trying to get his bearings about himself on the floor, meanwhile Sagawa turns his attention back towards Gemini who hasn't moved from that seated position in the corner. LW: Sagawa sees him sitting there and here he comes! [Charging towards the corner, Freddie Sagawa pushes off the canvas and flips forward with a vicious corner cannonball to the chest of Gemini. The shot in the corner is so impactful that he rebounds off of Gemini's chest and back to his feet, before doing a 180 and sprinting back towards the opposite corner of the ring where Gazi is getting back to his feet on the floor] EC: Sagawa is a man possessed! TOPE SUICIDAAAAAAAA!!!! [... and like a shotgun blast to the chest, Sagawa connects with Gazi and sends him back hard into the corner of the rails. Biting his bottom lip with excitement, Sagawa pulls himself back to a vertical base and in one slow turn, he takes in the overwhelming response from the fans. Meanwhile in the opposite corner of the ringside area the camera picks up Referee Marshall Noblitt as he is conversing with Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington.] AB: Ladies and Gentleman. The referee has just informed me that this match is now a Triple Threat Match! One Fall to a Finish! [Instantaneously the crowd breaks into cheers and starts a chant to let everybody know exactly who they are behind.] SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! SA - GA - WA !! [In a very quick cutaway, the following graphic appears over the crowd shot.]
[And we're back to a view of the ring and action ready to go.] [Hearing his name repeated in solidarity, The Kochi Cannibal begins a sprint around ringside, as he seizes any empty steel chair that he can find and tosses it up into the ring as Gemini starts to pull himself back to his feet. Ducking a chair, he screams something incoherently at Sagawa and challenges him to get into the ring.] EC: Gemini calling out Sagawa as he is back to his feet - and something tells me that this man who has competed in death match tournaments worldwide is NOT going to back down! Sagawa up onto the apron! [Though his words cannot be understood, Sagawa shouts something that sounds threatening to Gemini before grabbing the top rope and vaulting himself into the ring. As he springboards off the top strand and through the air, Gemini snatches one of the chairs off the mat and hurls it straight towards the flying cannibal ... ] C L A N K ! ! [... and catches him right between the eyes!] EC: Great instincts by Gemini - and now thanks to the Triple Threat Rules, that chair has now becomeas legal as .. as ... LW: ... as a chinlock? EC: Seriously? LW: Oh please! But Sagawa seems only temporarily fazed by the chair shot, as he charges back towards Gemini and rolls up his body! Gemini catches him in powerbomb position! [Sagawa throws a few fists down into the skull of Gemini, who weathers them and moves towards the turnbuckles and throws Sagawa in the process.] EC: BUCKLE BOM- NO! Sagawa landed seated on the top rope! Gemini on the attack into the corner ... Boot from Sagawa! Gemini staggers back .. Sagawa to the top ... [Bracing his feet on the top rope, Sagawa dives through the air and lands with both knees on the shoulder and chest of Gemini as he drills him backwards, towards the mat, and into a pile of steel chairs that lay center ring.] LW: METEORA INTO THE CHAIRS! SAGAWA GOES FOR A COVER! EC: No! Superkick from Gazi to a seated Sagawa! Sagawa clutches at his jaw but is getting back to his feet. Gazi rebounding off the ropes - AXE KICK TO SAGAWA! [The impact from the axe kick drives the face of Sagawa into one of the chairs on the canvas, and Gazi dives over the body of Gemini as he is starting to get up. As Gazi lowers himself for a vertical press though, Gemini hooks him in a rear waistlock and lifts him off the body of the prone Kochi Cannibal.] EC: Big waistlock from Gemini! Showing his power now as he goes for a ... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Gazi sent sailin- HE LANDED ON HIS FEET! LW: And now these two men have some fire underneath their asses! Gemini scurries in for a cover on Sagawa, but Gazi is off the ropes! [Knowing his ring positioning well, Gazi dives forward towards Gemini who is atop Sagawa and hooks the chin. Pushing off the canvas, the English-man executes a textbook front flip that takes the neck of Gemini and snaps it backwards rather violently.] EC: Gazi just jacked the jaw of Gemini, and this has bought Sagawa a little bit of time as he is getting back to his feet. LW: Gazi isn't sure what is coming next from Sagawa. He backs towards the nearest corner as Sagawa charges towards him. Gazi ducks low, and ... [... in a move that fans have a seen a million times over, Gazi goes for a back body drop. But positioning being what it is, the tale becomes a million times worse, as his backdrop takes Sagawa up, over, and through the air as he lands suddenly and grotesquely ... ] EC: SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! HO-LY S(BLEEP)! EC: ... Gazi just freakin' backdropped Sagawa on top of the ring post! Sagawa has collapsed to the ground, and Referee Marshall Noblitt has bailed to the outside the check on him. [The camera quickly cuts to the ringside area as Sagawa rolls around on the padded floor clutching at his lower back, the area that struck the solid steel ring post.] EC: The human body is NOT made to take an impact like this in and way, shape, or form! I can't even begin to fathom the agony that must be coursing through his body. [From up in the ring, Gazi watches on as the camera picks up a pair of paramedics as they make their way down the aisle with a body board in tow. They quickly drop to their knees alongside Ref Noblitt as Sagawa lets loose an inhuman screech. Unsure of how to react, Gazi turns his attention back towards Gemini as he starts to get to his feet. Moving behind him, Gazi does what comes naturally and starts to reach for a chinlock. But sensing the crowd as they gasp, Gazi shakes his instinct off and instead bends the neck of Gemini back towards the lights before driving the point of his elbow down between the eyes. Grunting, Gemini covers his face and Gazi charges the ropes.] EC: I guess this match is continuing? Larry? LW: Yeah. Yeah. Fine. Um ... Sagawa off the ropes ... EC: You mean Gazi. LW: Yeah. Jesus. I can't freaking focus. [A wide shot shows Larry Watters as he stands in his broadcast position, his eyes moving back and forth between the ring and what is happening at ringside. Meanwhile Gazi hits the ropes and leaps into the air, his head aiming for the back of a kneeling Gemini's head.] EC: Gazi up for a curb stomp - Gemini out of the way! Gazi's foot hits the canvas and sends a shock up the length of his leg! Gemini now behind him and hooks the head and leg! Gemini lifts Gazi into the air for a Torture Rack Backbreaker!! Could we have a submission? [Realizing he has to do his job, Referee Noblitt dives under the bottom rope to check on the action. Using all the strength he can muster, Gemini starts to bend Gazi at an awkward position as he bounces him up and down across his shoulders.] EC: Many a man has fallen at the hand of this move through the years - will this be what it takes for Gemini to garner one of those evasive W's? The ref is right there checking on things, and Gazi looks to be seeing stars. The referee reaching for the arm of Gazi and raising it ... and it falls! LW: Wait, what? [Larry Watters snaps back into things, his tone is one of awe as Gemini inches closer to a victory than he has in quite some time. Inside the ring, the official grabs the arm of Gazi and raises it for a second time ... it falls.] LW: TWICE! ONE MORE AND THIS ONE IS OVER! EC: The referee has Gazi's wrist! He is raising the arm ... [But out of nowhere, the crowd erupts as over the shoulder of the referee a grimy and blood stained hand reaches up and seizes the second rope. In a shocking moment, Freddie Sagawa has pulled himself back to a vertical base and has thrown a knee up onto the apron of the ring.] LW: HE IS BACK UP!!!! [The sight of Sagawa back in the action is all it takes for Gemini to make a fatal mistake and release his grip on Gazi, causing him to collapse to the canvas.] EC: Not only is he back up, but he is going to the top! Sagawa is scaling the ropes, and here comes Gemini to meet him! Gemini with a huge right to the teeth of The Kochi Cannibal, causing him to land groin first on the top rope! LW: Sagawa rising from the dead like one of those horror movie villains he idolizes! I cannot believe what we are witnessing! But Gemini is trying to play spoiler as he meets Sagawa on the second rope and hooks him in a front chancery. Could we have a superplex in our future? EC: If he lands a superplex after everything Sagawa's back has already been through tonight, this one is as good as over. LW: Anything to win! Because that is exactly what he is looking fo- Wait! Here comes Gazi! [Seeing the positioning of the two men on the top rope, preparing for a superplex, Gazi turns his back to the corner and slips his head and shoulders up between the legs of Gemini. Wrapping his arms around the legs, Gazi grunt and tries to lift his bigger opponent into a powerbomb position.] EC: TOWER OF DOOM!!!! [But the size difference causes some struggling, as the camera zooms around the men to take in the sight of their efforts. But as Gazi struggles with Gemini, a hand of Freddie Sagawa slides down to his own boot and unsheathes a taped up object of some sort, which he hoists into the air as the lights shine off of it.] LW: OOOOOOH YEAH! SAGAWA HAS GOT A FOOOOOORK!!! EC: WHAT IN THE HEL- [The words of Eric Chaney are cut off though as the jeers rain down, Referee Marshall Noblitt trying to regain some semblance of order and yanking the fork out of Sagawa's hand. Turning towards the opposite side of the ring, he goes to hand the weapon to the time keeper.] LW: Oh come on! It's Triple Threat! The rules our out the window! EC: We have to draw a line somewhere, and I think the official has just done tha- [Yet again the words of Eric Chaney are cut off, this time as a giant cloud of red mist spews forth from the lips of The Kochi Cannibal and into the eyes of Gemini. As the crowd gasps and cheers, Gazi uses the momentum to drive Gemini head and shoulders first into the canvas.] EC: POWERBOMB FROM GAZI! THIS COULD BE IT! LW: The hell it is! Sagawa has a handful of Gazi's hair and he pulls him back into the canvas. [From the ring apron, the camera man moves in on the mist covered mouth of The Kochi Cannibal as he leans in closely to the pained face of Gazi ... ] Sagawa: GWEILO GONNA DIE!!!! [... and in one swift moment, Sagawa locks in a reverse chancery, hooks the tights of Gazi, and starts to hoist him vertically for a reverse suplex. Using the positioning, Sagawa places Gazi over his shoulder in an inverted position before kicking his own legs up and over the top rope.] EC: Sagawa standing on the second rope with Gazi upside down! What does he have in mind? LW: AVALANCE TOMBSTONE!!! [Leaping through the air with Gazi in Tombstone Piledriver position, he throws his legs out from underneath and sits out with the devastating move - his backside landing squarely across the chest of the downed Gemini as his two opponents collide skull to skull.] EC: TOMBSTONE ON GAZI ON _TOP_ OF GEMINI! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! HOLY S(BLEEP)! [The camera sweeps over the two thousand plus fans inside the SCW Arena as they count along with the referee, who has dropped into position for a count that is just a formality ...] ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! [No sooner does the bell ring, than Shinedown hits the PA System once again, and the fans erupt with cheers. Smiling as the red mist still drips from his mouth, Freddie Sagawa hands his hand to the official to raise as he remains seated across the chest of his bigger adversary.] AB: Your winner of this match "T H E K O C H I C A N N I B A L" F R E D D I E S A G A W A ! ! ! [With his name ringing through the building, Sagawa pushes himself up to his feet and instinctively clutches his back with one hand as he looks towards the camera and makes a motion around his waist with the other hand. Looking squarely at the camera he clearly says something in an unknown foreign language] EC: What a victory! LW: He rose from the dead and defeated not one but two men here tonight! I have NO idea what he just said, but that motion around his waist is a universal language. It sounds to me like The Kochi Cannibal is ready to feed on all the competition here on Southwestern Championship Wrestling - and he _wants_ the Lonestar Championship!
[The screen cuts to show a black background and a countdown begins at ten and counts down in red numbers...] 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... [Once the countdown reached zero the first two notes of the Maltese National Anthem played and various snapshots of beautiful places in Malta were shown, starting with Valletta, Gozo, Sliema and finally Golden Bay.] [The video stopped for a couple of seconds and zoomed to a shot of one of the most mesmerizing nights in wrestling history in Malta, when a Pay-Per-View was held at Golden Bay.] [Following the shot of the PPV held in Golden Bay, the screen goes dark again and a huge Maltese Cross comes up following with a shot of a man from behind. The camera zooms slowly as he turns facing it and suddenly the arena explodes as they immediately recognize him. As the camera continues to zoom in he looks at the camera and speaks.] "The Son of Malta is coming to SCW soon!" [The goes black again as the video comes to an end.]
[The scene opens up to backstage at the SCW Arena where an interview area has been set up. A cameraman is all set up but there are no interviewers in sight. Johnny Psychotic and Tiberius Nixon are standing there though. Psychotic looks fairly laid back but Nixon keeps checking his watch and tapping his foot impatiently.] TN: I've had enough of this, Johnny. You have a match to prepare for. Hey numb-nutts is this recording? [The cameraman nods. The scene now shows Psychotic and Nixon standing directly in front of the banner.] TN: So this is SCW, right? Well SCW. We were head-hunted by the powers that be to bring some star power to the roster. I mean don't get us wrong we've heard of some of the guys here - ones like Caleb Foley. [Psychotic smirks.] TN: Tripp Skylark. [Psychotic shakes his head.] TN: Sean Darring [Psychotic nods his head in approval.] TN: Windham Brody [Psychotic shrugs and mouths the word "Who?".] TN: But then there's guys like Alfie Button, Jed Johnson, Bam Markham, Freddie Sagawa and Chris Smith. [Psychotic can be seen scratching his head.] TN: Tonight though the first guy on the roster to feel the effects of Johnny's PsychoPlex is some drunken bum called Flanagan. [At this point Psychotic bursts out laughing. Even Nixon starts to chuckle.] TN: Is that seriously the best you can do, Hank Wright? Well I hope there's a higher level of competition in the upcoming Lonestar Heavyweight tournament. Because if there isn't then you might as well just hand that belt over right now. [Psychotic mimes strapping a championship belt around his waist.] TN: Right. Still no interviewer. We're done here. Come on Johnny - you've got an alcoholic to annihilate. We're out of here. [With that Nixon leads the way as he and Psychotic walk off. Seconds later Psychotic pops his head back into shot and gives the cameraman a thumbs up.] JP: We're done, bro. Fade to black. [The scene fades out. To black strangely enough.]
[Steven Blaine is standing by in the locker room with El Gringo Loco and his tag team, Las Preguntas.] BLAINE: Greetings, SCW fans! Steven Blaine here, and I'm with El Gringo Loco and his team, Las Preguntas, who will be wrestling tonight in a four corners tag team match to decide the very first ever Southwestern Championship Wrestling Lonestar Tag Team Champions! El Gringo Loco, earlier we witnessed Pat Gordon, Junior getting a lucky win over Tripp Skylark. In just a short while, we'll see Las Preguntas taking on the Prague Drinking Team, the Health Fanatics, and Dallas's own Rich Family! Are you confident about your team's chances here tonight? [The boss of the Loco Wrestling Cartel is annoyed at Blaine insinuating Pat Gordon, Junior's win was down to "luck.” As a result, he's a bit gruff with the interviewer.] EGL: Escuchame, young man, I'm going to keep this brief, because we still have a lot of preparations to make ahead of tonight's match for the Lonestar Tag Team Titles. BLAINE: My name is - EGL: I know what your name is. I know your favorite pet growing up. I know who your third grade teacher was and what you had for breakfast this morning. I even know which way you like the toilet paper to hang from the roll. And I know all of these about our opponents tonight, too! I do my research, Steven Blaine, because with knowledge comes power... "the power of personal achievement, self respect!”* And I possess that power. That's why El Cártel de Lucha Libre de El Gringo Loco es numero uno en todo el mundo! Number one in the whole world... Rich Family, I know what you're all about. I know you come from a wrestling family. I've watched your father wrestle over the years, and I know he's watched me. I understand you two come from a great wrestling background, but these two men, Las Preguntas, ellos son hijos de leyendos de la lucha libre, también. Y yo... I have used that knowledge of our opponents, that power, to develop una estrategia perfecta, one that these two sons of wrestling legends will carry out to perfection. [La Pregunta decides he has something to say. However, he only speaks Spanish.] MARCA: No me importa si es la Familia Rich, el Prague Drinking Team o los Health Fanatics. ¡No importa! Nadie se interponga en nuestra forma de convertirse en los Campeones en Parejas de Lonestar de SCW esta noche. [El Gringo Loco pats Marca on the back, and the trio takes its leave. They have business to attend to.] BLAINE: [Shouting after them.] Wait, what did he say? What did he say??? [Fade out.]
[And we cut back to our ringside announcers.] CHANEY: SON OF MALTA ON HIS WAY TO SCW! And we thought the roster was stacked already! WATTERS: It is! Didn't you hear the name dropping by Johnny Psychotic's manager, Tiberius Nixon? Or see the fact that El Gringo Loco's Cartel is waiting in the wing to claim the tag titles? We are hip deep in talent here in SCW already, Chaney! CHANEY: We really do and that tag team match is going to be something in our main event. WATTERS: It really is. The gold will shine brightly on the best of the best in that one. But.... CHANEY: But what? WATTERS: We all know it will be The Cartel. They will always be the brightest jewel in the tag division! CHANEY: Oh brother! We better move on before Larry goes extolling the virtues of El Gringo Loco. WATTERS: You give him a chance, and you'll love him, I swear! CHANEY: Folks this next match has history written ALL OVER it! WATTERS: And it isn't positive history between "Big Kid" Chris Smith and Alfie Button. EC: In another promotion recently, Chris Smith jumped the returning Ali Amore in an unprovoked attack and would've ended the Colombian's career if Amore's friend and fellow student, Alfie Button, hadn't rushed to his rescue. LW: Now, they're both here, they're gonna have themselves a grudge match? EC: Pretty much. LW: Okay, I'm sold. My money's on ‘Big Kid.' He's six six and almost four hundred pounds. What's the other guy? EC: Alfie Button is five feet ten inches tall and just over two hundred... LW: Chris Smith is doin' it for the kids and my money.
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves as Alice Cooper's ‘School's Out' blares out over our speakers in the SCW Arena and ‘Big Kid' Chris Smith, sporting a throwback vest to the days of Big Daddy in Britain, hops and skips his way down the aisle, applauding the audience, who do not return the favor. 6'6 and weighing close to 400lbs, it isn't a pretty, athletic or convincing sight to see Smith hop down the aisle, but he's deceptively fit and no mug on the mat. His sheer size will surely cause problems for Alfie Button as well.} LW: Look at how confident and relaxed ‘Big Kid' Chris Smith is. He was in the back earlier, laughing and smiling, and he has carried that confidence into the ring with him. Alfie Button is so worked up about getting revenge for his buddy that it'll play right into Chris's massive hands. Alfie Button had better watch himself around Chris Smith; he should be on his toes, on alert at all times because for every three to four shots Alfie hits, it just takes one from ‘Big Kid' to put the Brit flat on his back. EC: Some credible insight from my colleague for once. LW: You're welcome. {Chris Smith is leaning on the ropes, pacing the canvas and talking to himself.) {Gala's ‘Freed from Desire' gave the SCW spectators an opportunity to stand up, have a dance and enjoy the charismatic cockney's entrance. Alfie Button, wearing a purple jacket to his kneecaps, and tights capturing various shades of turquoise, yellow, pink and red looks like a cross between Elton John, Randy Savage and Rod Stewart, especially with his mane and jet black hair flowing.} {When the chorus kicks in, the wrestler plays rock frontman too.} Alfie: ALFIE'S ON FIRE – CHRIS SMITH IS TERRIFIED! ALFIE'S ON FIRE – CHRIS SMITH IS TERRIFIED! {It doesn't take long for the crowd to get the hang of that and there's a marvellous moment when Alfie asks for the music to be cut just as he's approaching ringside and the crowd howl the new lyrics to the Gala classic. It's an intimidating sigh for Chris Smith, and when Alfie takes off his jacket and sprints into the squared circle, Smith doesn't hang about and exits the ring on the northern side.} EC: What an incredible atmosphere. Button's not going to allow Smith to take off... LW: Run, Chris, run. EC: There's no way Smith can win this one. This is the equivalent of Eric Butterbean trying to outrun Usain Bolt. LW: But, imagine when Butterbean eventually DID get his hands on Bolt. That's what's going to happen to this loud-mouth Brit. {Chaney's obvious prediction comes trues as Button catches Chris before Smith can roll in. Alfie drags Smith out...} Alfie: I PITY THA FOOL! I PITY THA FOOL! I PITY THA FOOL! LW: What's with the Mr. T impressions? EC: Alfie's European uppercuts are called that and he's got a habit of uttering it when he unleashes those bombs and I suggest you get used to it. Alfie: I PITY THA FOOL! LW: On cue. EC: Alfie smashes Smith's head into the ring steps, forcing the referee to step in and have a word. He's going to have his work cut out for him tonight. LW: Chris Smith almost had his head cut off for him. EC: Now, Smith is begging off, but Button refuses to hear it...Penalty Kick to Smith's head. Chris almost appears unconscious already. LW: Get him off, ref. {Larry takes exception to Alfie mounting Chris, firing in unanswered shots, which are completely legal. However, Smith suddenly recalls where he is and his size comes into play for the first time thus far, him brushing Button off quite easily with an assertive shove.} EC: Alfie isn't deterred. The Englishman with the Irish whip attempt, which Smith reverses easily, but Button just as effortlessly leapfrogs ‘Big Kid' on the rebound. LW: Oh- EC: Overhead kick, which Alfie dubs Match of the Day. LW: What's he got in mind? EC: Alfie Button has got Chris Smith at his feet...Kneeling DDT! The Weakest Link, but will it be goodbye for ‘Big Kid?' {1...2...No, it's not.} EC: Button is patiently waiting for Chris and I think I know what he's got in mind for Smith... LW: Another one of those annoying European uppercuts? EC: No, but you'll soon get used to seeing this too...Superk-caught! LW: Ha! You were saying... EC: Smith turns Button round... LW: Lariat and boy, did he ever catch him with that. And now, Chris looks like he's on the rampage...here on Rampage! Get him, Chris. EC: Smith picks Button up and hurts the cruiserweight with a thudding headbutt to the spine, shoving him off in the ropes...rebound forearm smash. Button falls to the canvas, though it doesn't look like Chris, who has done well to weather the storm, is going to allow Alfie any let- up whatsoever. LW: Does it again. Yes, I love it. EC: Indeed, those rebound forearm smashes will add up and ultimately catch up with Alfie Button if he continues to eat them. LW: ‘Big Kid' looks like a guy who gets his value at the local buffet and this match is no different. Do it a third time. EC: I don't know whether Chris heard my colleague, but it certainly seems lie he's going to follow Larry's expert advice... LW: OH NO! EC: Overhead Kick again! And will Button's second showing of Match of the Day give the soccer fan his goal – a win here and revenge for friend, Ali Amore? LW: Only two. Come on Chris. He looks wobbly, Chaney. EC: He certainly does, Larry. And, now, Alfie's going to TAKE OFF...Cliffhanger! {A beautiful rendition of Randy Savage's patented hair-pull hangman, which takes the wind out of Smith's sails while the brash Brit, Button, bows before an appreciative audience on the outside. Suddenly, Alfie hops back onto the apron, impressive in its own right, and scales the top rope...} EC: No way, Alfie looks like he's going for his finisher, the exquisite seventy-twenty DDT... LW: CAUGHT! And now, Chris is going to try and win it with School's Out! EC: Desperate elbows by Button keep Chris at bay, who, as you said Larry, has that signature vertical suplex side slam firmly in mind. Alfie must utilise every ounce of his vast speed and flee this scene. Alfie: I PITY THA FOOL! LW: That's annoying. EC: Get used to it. LW: Oh, believe me, I won't. Alfie: I PITY THA FOOL! LW: Don't say anything, Eric. EC: I w-hoah. LW: Yes! I DON'T pity this English fool. EC: Pop-up slam by Smith, and unbelievable HANG time in the air by Button, but not the normal type he's used to as this was against his will. LW: Chris just got some himself, jumping up into the air to celebrate it, as he should. Beautiful counter, Chris. EC: Smith looks like he's going to take his time with Alfie, not something I would suggest. You can't be complacent with an athlete this explosive, and that proves it. Alfie catches Chris coming in with a shot to the ribs and a second... LW: But, when you're that big and strong, one headbutt makes a difference. Good work, Chris. Do it for the kids. {Chris scrapes Alfie up, staring him dead in the eye before unleashing with three bionic elbows to the top of the head. Smith seeks accolades that aren't coming, except from Messrs. Watters, who applauds approvingly.} LW: Ha, a wedgie for this little punk. EC: And another rebound forearm smash. Alfie can't afford to take too many more. Irish whip... LW: This time TO the annoying Englishman...WHOAH! EC: And another pop-up move, but he upped the ante with a Samoan drop. LW: That's it! {Chris, who has a nonchalant cover, obnoxiously picks Alfie up by the head and digests dissent from the disappointed crowd and official, it all falling on deaf ears as Chris continues his business with a backbreaker and another cover, which results in the same action.} EC: Larry, what is he doing? LW: He's got this idiot beat and he knows it, but if he's not careful, it may come back to haunt him. Crowd: ALFIE, ALFIE, ALFIE!!! EC: Especially with the audience firmly behind Button. LW: He doesn't need them. Come on, Chris. {Smith drags Button to the ropes to choke the cockney on the middle one, BKCS testing the official's count, ensuring it evaporates just after four and a half.} EC: Full Body Guillotine!!! LW: That was IMPRESSIVE. God, Alfie looks drunk, Larry. EC: And more choking by Chris with Alfie lifeless on the apron. LW: Chris breaks the count – just. That's all that matters. EC: And now, Smith is going to join Alfie up on the apron. This doesn't bode well for Button. Oh, Chris is searching for an apron chokeslam, but Button senses danger and is again desperately trying to elbow his way to safety....SUPERKICK!!! LW: How did he do that? EC: Lighting quickness! He caused just enough separation and rolled the dice! Both men are down. {Chris had actually fallen off the apron while Alfie is slumped on it still, resembling an overnight passenger waiting for an early flight first thing. The official's count reaches 6.} EC: Button is up... LW: No way. EC: Cabin crew, seats for landing...SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF THE APRON!!! LW: I'm not gonna lie, Eric. That was amazing and our fans LOVED it. But, Alfie now has to pick Smith up and get him back into the ring where he can cover him, which won't be easy. EC: Those four rebound forearms will hatch before Button does it. {In the meantime, Button set about doing just that, scooping Smith's limp 390-pound carcass up off the floor, injured ribs, back and all, and urged on by the crowd, could the Londoner manage the load?} EC: Button, somehow, rolls Smith back in. Sheer determination and will to avenge Ali Amore must be the reasons behind that. And now, Alfie is perched on the top rope... LW: Brilliant! {Chris CROTCHES Button on the top rope just prior to take off...} EC: WHAT A CHOKESLAM! LW: That is IT! {ONE...TWO....THRE-ATENING!] LW: WHAT?! How?! EC: The cocky cockney from London, England shows he can be a tough cookie too. Smith CHOKESLAMMED him from the top rope to the center of the ring. It was a hell of a fall. LW: And a hell of a near-fall too. {A frustrated Smith smacks the mat, grabbing the referee, who warns ‘Big Kid' to let go of him. While beside himself, Chris composes himself for a moment, realizing the disastrous consequences of a debut defeat, albeit via disqualification, particularly to THIS guy. And then...} EC: SUPERKICK. LW: Again? EC: Smith down to one knee, but so is Alfie. Who will get up first? {The answer is Chris. He is looking for a telegraphed double axe handle, only for it to be nipped in the bud by, yes you've guessed it, ANOTHER stunning superkick!} EC: One...Two...not far away! LW: I honestly though he had Chris there. EC: Alfie going back to the ropes here, they serve him so well....THE RED BUTTON!!! {Larry had his head in his hands, seeing Button SCORE with the phenomenal flying chuck kick. 1...2...?} LW: Did he get it?! EC: Chris Smith is still alive... LW: And doin' it for the kids! Come on, Chris! EC: Alfie cannot believe it! And I don't blame him. He isn't going to feel sorry for himself. He's got Ali, Keegan and victory on his mind as he comes to the outside, for one last hurrah... LW: He's going for it, isn't he? {Alfie had stepped through the ropes gingerly, breathing heavily, waiting patiently and with the time seemingly right, he leaps onto the top rope and then into the air with sublime grace...} LW: FORGET ABOUT IT! EC: SEASON FINALE!!!!!!! {The sensational 720 DDT drills the 390-pound bully into the canvas face-first. 1...2.... 3? 3!!!} {Alfie flops off Chris, his lateral press proving to be enough after the 720 DDT had done an AWFUL amount of damage. Button is still groggy as the referee raises his arm into the air from a kneeling position. It then dawns on Alfie what he has achieved and he staggers over to the north- eastern set of turnbuckles to scale them and salute a cheerful crowd, behind him from the get-go.} EC: That Season Finale, here on his debut and our very first show, was a thing of beauty, Larry. LW: It sure was. No matter how big you are, this British brat hits that on you, and you're in trouble. I didn't think he could beat Chris with an impact move, but I didn't bank on him hitting that. {Alfie comes down off the apron and the official raises his arm a second time as the official word is given – a Button victory.} EC: It's certainly a formidable weapon – a unique take on the DDT – and earmarks Alfie Button as one to watch. What will that win do for him and what will the defeat do for ‘Big Kid' Chris Smith? LW: Back to school for now, but he'll be back and doin' it for the kids in no time at all. Don't be sure that Alfie's seen the last of Chris Smith. EC: Watch out! {Chris Smith is not only up, but poised to plant Button with an avalanche belly-to-back suplex, reminiscent of Razor Ramon, circa 1993.} LW: I'm a prophet. {Cheers turn to jeers as Smith's suplex sends Button crashing to the canvas, the Englishman clearly tending to his back upon impact. Smith's cheeks are puffy and the near 400-pound playground bully's handiwork isn't over as he leans against the ropes...} EC: SPLASH!!! LW: Who's the fool now, Alfie? {The bell tolls repeatedly, not that Smith is listening and if officials can't get this under control pronto, it may toll on young Alfred's career as Chris ignores the referee and the second one on the scene to deliver a second splash.} EC: This is uncalled for. LW: Is it? If Alfie hadn't played the hero, he wouldn't be the victim here. EC: And just allowed Ali Amore, someone he trained alongside and is a role model to him, to take the same treatment that Alfie is now experiencing for himself? LW: Absolutely. {A third? Chris has it in mind, though the growing number of referees and agents filling the ring try to surround him, but when push comes to shove, they ultimately part like the Red Sea...} EC: SUPERKICK!!! {That wasn't by Button.} LW: Who is that? Where did he come from? {A man standing around 5'10 tall, Fonz-like shades occupying his face and a matching leather jacket and white detonated Alfie's spammed signature on Smith's chin, which has taken a pounding tonight. The mystery white knight decked out in dark clothing gives Alfie a hand. Button, confused for a moment, was about to bite the said hand that fed him, believing ‘Big Kid' Chris Smith was in the vicinity, only to discover a familiar face and one-time foe stood in front of him, extending an olive branch in the form of a handshake.} LW: Who is that? EC: Chris Smith's most bitter rival has come to Alfie Button's aid just as Alfie did for Ali Amore. LW: Who? EC: His name is Kid Chameleon and he's doin' it for Alfie Button.
[In a break between matches, the camera cuts to the outside of the arena, where an errant cameraman bides their time on the off-chance something will happen. And what do you know, their patience ends up being rewarded, as their camera catches two masked figures slinking out of an alley, still pulling their cheap latex masks over their heads. Anywhere but outside a wrestling show, the sight of these two would have people reaching for their phones to call the police; here, however, it barely raises more than an eyebrow, especially after the camera's microphone picks up the duo's conversation.] Short Masked Man: This ain't gon' work, bro. Our asses 'bout to get busted big-time! Tall Masked Man: Nah, nah, nah....f(BLEEP) outta here with that scaredy s(BLEEP). We 'bout to rock this s(BLEEP), yo! [The shorter of the two men – who sounds remarkably young, even allowing for the muffled distortion caused by the mask - is still clearly not convinced. Before he can object, however, he gets nudged by his taller companion, who points at the nearby cameraman:] Tall Masked Man: Yo, yo, yo...camera! [Immediately, the duo's posture changes, all apprehension vanishing to be replaced by an exaggerated, gorilla-like swagger as the two step up to the camera. The next time one of them talks – the tall one – it is in a deep, gravelly, almost caricatural voice, not unlike that of Christian Bale's Batman – a radical departure from the duo's previous youthful tones. Still, Tall Mask sounds like he means what he is saying as he spits:] Tall Masked Man: That's right, mu'f(BLEEP)as! It's Brutalizer 'n' Destruktor, the TRAILER PARK ASSASSINZ up in this bitch! And y'all better get some rollie paper for to put y'all asses in...'cause the TPA 'bout to be smokin 'em! [With that, and with what sounds like a growl from the smaller of the two men, the pair make their way off-camera. As they step out of frame, the tall one – who appears to be the leader – is seen throwing his arms up in the air and starting a chant, which his partner quickly picks up on:] Both: TPA! TPA! TPA! TPA! [It is to the sound of the two men gleefully chanting their own initials that the feed cuts to commercial.]
[We come back from commercial just in time to catch some ringside excitement, as two figures jump out of the crowd, over the barricade, and onto the area in front of the entrance curtain. Upon closer inspection, these are revealed to be the very same two men that fans watching the telecast had an opportunity to meet moments before – the two mysterious masked thugs who dub themselves the Trailer Park Assassinz. [As the camera focuses on them, they just about manage to narrowly avoid being captured by venue security, and waste no time legging it to ringside and diving under the ring. When they emerge, each of the two men has his arms loaded with an assortment of weapons and foreign objects impressive enough to deter the rent-a-cops, who choose not to take action and simply let the two men regain their spot near the entranceway. Visibly proud of themselves after such a major win, the two masked figures quickly set about arranging their weapon in a neat display, as if exhibiting them at a school science fair. There is a table, which the two unfold and set up, a ladder, which they place next to it, two steel chairs – one for each man to sit on – a roll of barbed wire, and a motley arrangement of smaller implements, ranging from kendo sticks to a trash can lid. The two men take a moment to proudly survey this impressive display, before the taller of the two requests a microphone. Reluctant at first to give him one, ring technicians eventually think better of it, however, and the almost comedically gravelly tones first heard outside the arena are soon being heard [i]inside[/i] it, as well: Tall Masked Man: Damn straight, bitches! Tables...ladders...chairs...'n' bob wire! We makin' it hardcore up in this mu'f(BLEEP)a! 'Cause ain't no other way we know how! An' if any y'all suckas back there wanna be steppin' up to the TRAILER PARK ASSASSINZ...we gon' be right here waitin' for ya punk ass! [With that, each man plops down onto their respective steel chair, making a show of slouching back and getting ready to wait for their opponent. [Their show of confidence does not last more than a few moments, however, before they are quite literally forced out of the way by a large structure coming through the entrance curtain. As it makes its way through the curtain and onto the entrance area, toppling the masked duo's display over in the process, this is revealed to be a pulpit, flanked by two burly men in dark suits, and upon which rides an attractive young brunette in a sharp tailored blazer jacket. Her chosen method of locomotion, along with 'Stars and Stripes Forever' being piped in through the speakers as it makes its way through the entrance area, give the whole thing a formal, official feel, somewhat at odds with the rest of the show. The youngster, however, seems oblivious to the cognitive dissonance she has created, simply taking a moment to survey the crowd around her before speaking: Woman: [i]THIS[/i]...is what we have too much of. [She gestures dismissively towards the array of weapons her pulpit has pushed aside, and sneers even more dismissively at the two masked men responsible for putting it in her way. Woman: Yes...this is what wrestlin' has too much of. People in masks. People who don't look right. People who don't act right. People who can't even speak [i]American[/i] right. Who speak American with an [i]ac-cent[/i]. [The youth, who speaks in soft, modulated Southern tones, pauses just long enough to cast a quick glance off to one side, where her duo of burly men in dark suits is forcibly restraining the not- quite-so-burly duo of men in masks. The self-styled Trailer Park Assassinz vocal struggle against these hefty odds seems, however, to barely faze the youth, who simply presses on, in her modulated Southern tones: Woman: If you agree with me...if you wish wrestlin' would go back to the way it used to be...before people like [i]these[/i] ruined it...then help me do what's right for this company, for this business, and for the great nation of America. [The brunette seems to know exactly where the hard camera is, as she flashes a dazzling if somewhat plastic smile towards it: Woman: My fellow Americans...my name is Alexandra Darlington, and I'm here to put [i]America[/i] back into wrestling. So if you agree with me...join me. If you agree with me, VOTE FOR LEXXI...and let's make wrestling great again! [The LCD screen at the front of the pulpit lights up with the message '#VOTEFORLEXXI' as the woman herself raises an arm to what is, however, a less than adulatory crowd. Ms Darlington, however, allows no more than a scowl to cross her features by way of a response to this reaction, instead turning to her security guards and issuing a sharp command. Having successfully subdued the masked Trailer Park Assassinz, the duo quickly rushes to comply, taking their positions at either side of the pulpit as, slowly but surely, it turns around and makes its way back through the entrance curtain and into the backstage area. The dejected TPA are, therefore, left to pick up the scattered remains of what was once a statement of intent, as the camera cuts away from the ringside area.]
{Steve Blaine, microphone in hand, was standing in the middle of The Rich Family, which generated some noise out front, let me tell you. To his right: The elder duo of Freddie and Todd with the ‘babies' of the family on his left – Declan and Donny.} Blaine: You don't need any introduction in these parts. The Rich Family, Dallas born and bred, who is going to represent you tonight? {They all looked at one another.} Freddie: Who knows, Steve? It could be me and Todd. It could be Donny and Declan or any combination in between and you, like everyone else, will be kept guessing until it's time. WHOEVER it is, we'll be sending out a strong team to go and be the first team to win the SCW tag team titles. Blaine: Todd, who do you see as the biggest threat to The Rich Family? Todd: Ourselves. If we do what we know we can, we'll win this match. But, they're all good teams. The Cartel have got the most experience and knowledge, Prague Drinking Team are the toughest and you've got Health Fanatics with stamina and strength. But, we feel we're the best all-round wrestlers in that ring and tonight is the type of night you've got to use ALL your attributes and we're gonna do that. Plus, we've got Dallas on our side. (Cue cheers, and I mean cheers, throughout the SCW Arena.} Blaine: Declan, is the biggest night of your young career? Declan: It's the biggest night of ALL our careers. Freddie: Hear, hear. Todd: Damn right. Blaine: Donny, what kind of role can you play tonight? You're seen as the baby and we- Freddie: We've all got a part to play, Steve. All four of us and the fans out there. Our dad's helped us prepare for this moment and we're gonna make OUR dreams come true. Come on, let's go. {Adelante. The Rich Family are on their way to try and make history in their hometown. Can they do it?}
[And we cut back to our ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: Hometown heroes right there, Larry! WATTERS: The Rich Family has roots that run as deep as our owner's in these parts and the fans were excited to hear that all four of them signed to wrestle here. I found it sad, really. CHANEY: What? Why is it sad for us to get that kind of talent. WATTERS: I think it is sad that they want to stay in this home area instead of growing beyond and seeing what is out there. They could have been champions elsewhere, but here they will also find themselves getting punked by Las Preguntas and the like. CHANEY: I think you underestimate them, Crusher. WATTERS: And I think you are clueless most of the time, Chaney. CHANEY: Fans up next is an interesting match between Flanagan and Johnny Psychotic. WATTERS: The interesting part is that it could literally get bloody. Both of these guys are known for being a tad wild in the ring. CHANEY: So let's see what is in store as we send it to Aaron "The Buff" Buffington in the ring!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Long Island, New York and weighing in at two hundred-sixty-three pounds.... "T H E H U M A N H E A R T A T T A C K" J O H N N Y P S Y C H O T I C ! ! ! ["Take Me To The Hospital" by The Prodigy erupts over the PA as Johnny Psychotic steps out onto the entrance ramp, accompanied as always by Tiberius Nixon... Johnny wears a black one piece singlet in black and has a heart on the front of the singlet and the boots and "Human Heart Attack" on the butt... His shoulder length black hair is hanging loose... Nixon is wearing denim jeans, a denim shirt and cowboy boots... His rusty brown hair is tied back...] CHANEY: So good to see Johnny branching out on his own. WATTERS: Meh. Payne was always the driving force in the Ambassadors of Napalm. Psychotic doesn't stand a chance on his own. [They stride down to the ring and Johnny slides under the bottom rope, clambers to his feet and climbs to the nearest middle turnbuckle while Nixon enters the ring by walking up the ring steps and stepping through the ropes... Psychotic drops back down into the ring and talks strategy with Nixon...] CHANEY: Rumour has it that Damian Payne has hung up his wrestling boots for good. WATTERS: Oh no. You don't think he's going to start the IXWA again, do you? CHANEY: Hahaha. No. I don't think Hannah will let him. WATTERS: Ha. I guess not. Hold on, wait. Who's Hannah? CHANEY: Oh boy! [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent! Hailing from your local pub and weighing in at two hundred-forty- five pounds. Here is.... F L A N A G A N ! ! ! [Flanagan, wearing jeans and his shoulder-length black hair covering his glazed over eyes, stumbles down the aisle a little worse for wear, remembering to exchange some high-fives with ringside observers.] CHANEY: We don't know much about this guy, at least as far as I have in my notes. WATTERS: That's rich! (begins laughing out loud) CHANEY: What could be so funny? WATTERS: You need notes to do this job! CHANEY: Why is that worth laughing about, Larry? WATTERS: Just react, man. You've been doing this for years! Listen, Flanagan is a true wildcard. We don't know much about him which means he could do anything! He could be a true shocker in many ways. [The two men walk up to the referee and before a word can be said, Flanagan throws a lightening fast, open-handed slap to Johnny's face and the referee jumps back and calls for the bell as the fans react to the action.] WATTERS: See what I mean? [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: Flanagan with a little grin as he doesn't follow up the slap at all! WATTERS: I told you he was a wildcard, Chaney! [Flanagan, circling the ring with a smirk on his face staring Johnny down like a piece of meat, as Psychotic reverses from that slap with a scowl on his face. Nixon yells to his charge to get in there and tear him up. Johnny going in for the tie up as Flanagan elbows Johnny in the face knocking Johnny back again.] CHANEY: Flanagan continues to be difficult for Psychotic to get a handle on! WATTERS: Payne usually started their matches, so perhaps he isn't used to a fresh opponent in the ring when he first gets in there. [Johnny is trying to get a grip as Flanagan grabs him and throws him into the ropes for an Irish whip. Johnny rebounds back as Flanagan goes for a shuffle kick, but Psychotic ducks under with a quick shoulder block, dropping Flanagan tot he mat. Flanagan quickly gets back up looking like he is shaking the cob webs out of his head.] CHANEY: Psychotic with a little return of favor and now Flanagan knows what he can do! WATTERS: These two could get nasty in a bloody way if they aren't careful. Neither seems to have full impulse control. CHANEY: Johnny is waiting for Flanagan to get up. WATTERS: This is where his idea of fairplay will cost him. You should be taking advantage when you get your opponent down like that! [Just as Flanagan reaches his feet, Psychotic unleashes another vicious knife-edged chop to the chest that floors Flanagan again. The crowd again giving the obligatory response.] CHANEY: DOWN GOES THE PUB BRAWLER AGAIN!!! WATTERS: Johnny need to really go after him now! Get to work young fellah! CHANEY: Tiberius Nixon is saying the same thing right now, Crusher! He wants Johnny to go in for the kill. WATTERS: Smart man, that "Stud Muffin." I wonder why he has that nickname anyway? [Just as he starts to get to his feet, Flanagan is met suddenly by a running, full-force lariat from Psychotic. Johnny put his entire bodyweight behind the lariat and dropped Flanagan onto the canvas with authority. The crowd erupts with a pop at the sight of such an aggressive move.] CHANEY: WHAT A LARIAT BY PSYCHOTIC!!! THAT WAS SURPRISING! WATTERS: AND HE GOES FOR THE PIN!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRE...............................KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Flanagan kicks out! WATTERS: Not a real shocker. The lariat caught him off guard, but it wasn't going to take don a brawler like Flanagan. CHANEY: You know more about him than I do? WATTERS: The guy hails from :your local pub" which means he is a drunken bar fighter. You ever know many of them to go down without being beaten half to death? [Johnny gets to his feet and reaches down to pull Flanagan to his feet, but the brawler claps his hands on the ears of his opponent. Tiberius Nixon is screaming bloody murder now and trying to get the referee to admonish Flanagan as Psychotic stumbles back holding his ears.] CHANEY: Flanagan with an ear-clapper that stuns Psychotic! WATTERS: Brawler mentality! Anything is permissible in a fight. Who cares if he can hear anymore? CHANEY: This isn't a fight though, Larry, it is a wrestling match! WATTERS: Don't tell that to him as he probably thinks he is back in the pub and on his eighth jagerbomb. [Flanagan gets to his feet as Johnny is staggered by the ear clapper and walks up to his opponent, hauling off and kicking him right in the stomach. Johnny drops to his knees and then slowly leans to land on the mat.] CHANEY: FLANAGAN STAYING IN CONTROL! WATTERS: I love this guy! He goes right for where he can do the most damage! CHANEY: He didn't hit him too low there, but it was close. If he is smart he watches what he does so he doesn't get disqualified. WATTERS: He doesn't care. All that matters is that he comes out on top. That is the law of the bar fight. You have never been in a bar fight have you, Chaney? CHANEY: Uhm.....no. WATTERS: Yeah, I thought so. That is the true measure of a man right there. [Flanagan grabs the top rope and leans in to begin a barrage of stomps on his downed opponent. Johnny is trying to cover up and Tiberius Nixon is going crazy outside the ring. Finally Nixon gets on the ring apron and Flanagan stops stomping and starts to walk toward him as the referee immediately gets in his way.] CHANEY: Flanagan stomping the old Texas Mudhole into the New Yorker! WATTERS: I'm not sure Psychotic was as ready for a solo career as he might have thought, Chaney! CHANEY: The match is far from over, but Flanagan is really showing us something in there! WATTERS: Aggressiveness is always rewarded. [Nixon drops down from the apron, his purpose fulfilled as the stomping attacks ended. Flanagan quickly turns and grabs Psychotic as he was starting to get to his knee and puts him in a suplex position. He goes for the lift, but Johnny uses his right foot to block the lift.] CHANEY: Psychotic with a block to make sure Flanagan can't lift him! WATTERS: That is a veteran move right there. CHANEY: I thought you said he wasn't ready? WATTERS: Perhaps to be a solo act, but the man has been around for years! He would know how to handle this. [Psychotic reverses the lift and takes Flanagan into the air for a vertical suplex that gets a round of jeers from the crowd when Flanagan's body lands hard in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: Vertical suplex by Johnny Psychotic! WATTERS: Flanagan better find that inner "drunken warrior" or he could be done for. CHANEY: Tiberius Nixon continues to yell out directions for his client and he has turned out to be the difference here. WATTERS: Great managers usually do make a difference, Chaney. [Psychotic grabs Flanagan and wraps his arms around his waist before lifting him with a quick twist and nailing him to the canvas again with a belly-to-belly suplex. Nixon is almost ready to do cartwheels on the outside of the ring.] CHANEY: Johnny Psychotic in full control and that suplex was devastating! WATTERS: It really is as the body lands in a way that takes the breath out of your opponent. CHANEY: You use that a lot back in your day? WATTERS: Son, I used everything back in my day! [Johnny pulls Flanagan up and sends him into the ropes for an Irish whip. Flanagan rebounds right into a massive spear by Psychotic. Johnny immediately jumps back to his feet looking like he is conquering the world.] CHANEY: JOHNNY PSYCHOTIC WITH A SPEAR THAT NEARLY CUTS HIM IN HALF! WATTERS: Nobody saw that coming! CHANEY: It is safe to say Flanagan is in some real trouble, Larry. WATTERS: This one might be all but over, little man. [Psychotic lifts Flanagan up and into the air with a power bomb lift, but he throws him toward the corner. Flanagan bounces awkwardly off the turnbuckles and into another massive lariat by Psychotic that floors him again.] CHANEY: Oh My Goodness! Johnny is going to town now! WATTERS: The veteran knows his way around the ring and has found his "singles legs" so to speak! CHANEY: It looks like he wants this one over now as Nixon is pointing to the top turnbuckle! WATTERS: You're right for once, Chaney! Nixon knows what needs to be done and you cannot let a brawler like Flanagan have any opportunity to gather his bearings. [Johnny pulls Flanagan up again and lifts him into the air to sit him on the top turnbuckle. He begins to ascend the corner as well and gets his opponent in position for a superplex. Johnny readies himself and then lifts, dropping back into the ring....] CHANEY: PSYCHOPLEX!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!! WATTERS: JOHNNY HOOKS THE LEG! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: JOHNNY PSYCHOTIC WINS HIS SCW DEBUT! WATTERS: Never had any doubt at all! CHANEY: Really? WATTERS: Really. When a veteran like Psychotic has a good mind with him like Tiberius Nixon, all bets are off on just how far he can climb. Now the singles run is off and running! [Nixon slides into the right and raises Johnny's arm as the fans give them a very mixed reaction and his theme music begins to play again.] CHANEY: I'm interested to see where Johnny lands in the Lonestar Title Tournament now. WATTERS: I am as well. He has to be part of it, unless you want it to be less than the best guys in the locker room. CHANEY: I have to agree at this point. He really showed us what he can do. WATTERS: Chaney, he showed us the start of what he can do. I bet this is the tip of a much larger iceberg. [View cuts away.]
[The show cuts away to the backstage where we see a very familiar face to the wrestling world, NBW Hall of Famer Keegan. Needless to say, the crowd in attendance gives the wrestling legend is proper appreciation with a loud pop. The camera then pans away from him to show two shorter men standing next to him—one on either side—Steve Blaine and a new face to Southwestern Championship Wrestling who appears to be even slightly shorter than Blaine even. This young man is definitely shorter than 6-feet and almost appears to be a dwarf standing next to Keegan. A pleased look crosses the big Scottish legends' visage as he patted the young grapplers' shoulder supportively as Steve Blaine starts off.] Steve Blaine: We have witnessed some amazing action here tonight, and the night only looks to get hotter as we roll toward the main event to crown our Lone Star Tag Team Champions. That business aside for now, NBW Hall of Famer Keegan, there is a lot of buzz in the wrestling world surrounding the young gentleman standing to your side. Why don't you fill our fans in a little bit on this kid? [The camera focuses in on Keegan, but the big man lifts a hand as if to block Steve Blaine's attention.] Keegan: Listen, I ain't here to talk for the lad, Blaine. Davey, ye ready, mate? [Keegan directs the question at the end toward the young man at his side. Davey nods smartly as the camera gives us our first focused look at this young man. Despite being significantly smaller than Keegan, Davey seemed to be very impressive physically. As per the norm for him, Davey is dressed in his ring gear—ready to compete—a pair of black trunks, wrestling boots, complete with a wrestling jacket. Neatly combed hair and a well-kept and twirled mustache topped off what seemed to be a prime candidate for the title of "Blue Chipper” aside from his stature of course.] Steve Blaine: Davey, some in SCW may be unaware of your success elsewhere. If you had an opportunity to tell the Southwest anything about past successes and why you'll bring that success here, what would you say? [This question was particularly tough because how did one draw a crowd by recounting his past victories?] Davey-Boy O'Brien: Look, all due respect, Mr. Blaine, but Ah ain't a dafty. Ah could stand ‘ere all the live long day and craic about what Ah did in the past, but if there is one thing Ah've learned ‘bout this sport in the short time Ah've been innit; Ah'm much better off showin' ye what Ah can do in the ring. [Keegan looks pleased with the assessment of Davey as the young man continues.] Davey-Boy O'Brien: So, with that in mind, I challenge any man on the SCW roster to ‘ave a square go with me. [Steve Blaine looks up at Keegan for some assistance.] Keegan: Basically, he's ready to fight anyone on this roster and show what he's about, which makes me damn proud to be his trainer and manager. His past doesn't matter - he'll show you and everyone else here that Davey-Boy O'Brien is flying the flag for British wrestling and a big part of SCW's future. Have you got anything else to say, Steve? You look out of your depth here - you're not the only one. Most people feel like that around Davey, whether it be an interview or in the ring. [Despite Keegan kind of pestering him, Steve Blaine laughs and ventures a reply] Steve Blaine: I don't think there is anything else to say, Keegan, but I think Davey-Boy O'Brien's words are loud albeit for those in the Southwestern United States might not be quite so clear. Davey-Boy is ready to take on any challenges, and with a roster full of wrestlers ready to prove their mettle, I don't see Davey-Boy O'Brien having any trouble finding a suitable opponent here in SCW. [Screen cuts away.]
[The iconic opening chords of "Final Countdown" by Europe blasts as the camera cuts to early 90's footage in Florida. The small regional promotion - Florida State Wrestling. A young "The Natural" Sean Darring is seen in a series of highlights. Ducking and weaving ... ... Vicious knife-edge chops! "___THHHWWWAAAAAACCCCKKK___" "___THHHWWWAAAAAACCCCKKK___" "___THHHWWWAAAAAACCCCKKK___" Old School figure four leg lock. His opponent thrusting his arms in the wind trying to find the ropes to end his pain and suffering. double underhook suplex on the outside. We cut to a number of years later. The Natural has become The Legend. With experience and success under his belt - The crafty Veteran stands in his full glory with his arms expanded showing off his golden legendary robe. As the guitar blasts by Kee Marcello. The Highlights pick up, but this time on the big stage. Highlights from WEW, EWA, NCW, PCWF, POW, IWF, CWF, and Cradle, Back to Back Roll Over. Dirty Tactics ... A Low Blow.... Eye Gouge ... Choke. Figure four leg lock around the guard rail. Inverted Indian Death Lock. Quick snap suplex. "___THUD__" Old School Northern Light Suplex. "___THUD__" Slow forming belly to belly suplex. "___THUD__" ... low blow ... another low blow ... pour saps all around getting a low blow. Opponent laying on his stomach as The Legend applies a scissor lock to his opponent's arms. Darring rolls in the same direction his opponent's head, forcing his body up at an angle where their neck is supporting their own body weight. At the same time, Darring is trying to hyperextend his opponent's elbow across his body. This is known to the world as The Legend Lock and has putten away many of good men. The music starts to fade away as The Legend stands after winning the WEW title in the mid 90's and one of the biggest titles in his young career. LSD: This is one of the finest moments of my career. However, champions come and go. Legends, they last - Forever! [As the famous tag line is heard a final smile is flashed by the man who has spent 27 years in this industry.]
{The camera goes backstage and you see Caleb Foley walking in the back. You can tell just by the look on his face that he was in a battle with El Principe' after his hard fought victory. He looks up and sees The Informer sitting in a chair as he is scrolling through his phone for gossip.} Caleb Foley: History was made tonight. El Principe your father would of been proud of you tonight. He trained you well and it was an honor to be the first match against you tonight. We gave it everything we had in the ring. {The Informer stands up and tries to get a word with Caleb.} The Informer: Caleb ... everyone wants to know why you came out of retirement? Caleb Foley: It was the right thing to do. I didn't want to be remember as the guy who choked at every big opportunity he was ever given. I had to comeback to change my luck and give it one more try. The Informer: Yeah but what if your luck doesn't change. Let's be honest looking at you right here and right now you seem like the same guy. Maybe you got a little older in the face and added a few pounds but nothing seems to have changed. You still always see the good in people. You don't have a mean streak in you. You ... {Caleb cuts off The Informer ...} Caleb Foley: Listen here Informer I do not know where you are getting your information from but I have changed. My mistakes I have learned from. I have become wiser. I lived on the streets for a few months when times got tough. Do not judge me by my looks as they don't make the man. You have no idea what it is like .. {Caleb realizes he is about to say something and suddenly stops. The Informer notices and tries to do some more digging.} The Informer: Enlighten us then? Caleb Foley: Not the time nor the place. But stick around as this is a new and improved Caleb Foley. I will surprise you as I am not that same red haired Mick that debuted in two thousand and eight. Eleven years have passed and I have learned quite a few things. I have yet to even scratched the surface of what I am capable of. Sure I may take a beating but the old Caleb would of came up short tonight. I found a way tonight to dig down deep and grab a victory over a lucha libre legend. The Informer: Ummm ... you do realize you were facing El Principe and not his father The King right? Two different men ... Caleb Foley: Don't underestimate El Principe. Just because he wears a mask doesn't mean he can't wrestle. I am sure I will be crossing paths with him again. Maybe even in the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Title Tournament. The Informer: Speaking of that ... How confident are you that you can be crowned the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion? Caleb Foley: A lot of it depends on luck of the draw. If I am in it you can bet that I will give it one hundred and ten percent. Now if you will excuse me I have some other business to take care of. The Informer: Wait one more question ... Whatever happened to your nymphos? {Foley shakes his head as he walks pass The Informer ignoring his question.}
[And we cut back to the ringside announce team, who both are chuckling as they were watchign the little screens in frotn of them on the announce table.] CHANEY: Ahh the question that will haunt Caleb Foley forever! WATTERS: Where's ya Hoes, boy?!?!?!?! HA! CHANEY: That pimp phase never really saw the inside of an arena, but the twitterverse certainly got an eyeful of it. WATTERS: And the man will NEVER live it down. CHANEY: Give him his due though, he won a hard-fought contest tonight against El Principe' and we can now say he is part of the Lonestar Title Tournament! WATTERS: You got the list! CHANEY: Yes I did! WATTERS: About damn time! CHANEY: We do not know the match-ups from week to week yet, but we can announce the groups and who all are in them. WATTERS: Let's get going! CHANEY: In Group A! Caleb Foley, Jed Johnson, Alfie Button, and El Principe' are in that group! WATTERS: Holy Moly! Foley and Principe meeting again during the group stage? That will have some fireworks involved! CHANEY: Especially after the classic they put on in our opener! WATTERS: If that is not the toughest group, I don't know what could top it. CHANEY: How about Group B! WATTERS: Let's hear those names! CHANEY: Group B has Tripp Skylark, "Big Kid" Chris Smith, Gazi, and Windham Brody! WATTERS: Can you imagine how each of those guys must feel now after seeing what Brody did to Gordon Gaines earlier? They better have their health insurance paid up and their affairs in order is all I'm saying! CHANEY: Group C has Johnny Psychotic, "The Kochi Cannibal" Freddie Sagawa, Joe Public, and "The Conceited Bastard" Chase Williams! WATTERS: Chase Williams is in SCW! There were rumors the big man had signed, but he wasn't here tonight so no confirmation until now. What a get! CHANEY: Williams is a game-changer with his size and skill, and the fact he is a former champion gives him pedigree. WATTERS: Sagawa and Williams will be an interesting and violent match. That is one to watch! CHANEY: And then Group D! The Group of Death! WATTERS: Why do they always have to have one of those? CHANEY: This group is easily the toughest group from what I can see on paper. You have this kind of group in order to battle test the tougher men and make sure the best truly are advancing to where it counts! WATTERS: Who is in this one? CHANEY: Pat Gordon Jr. WATTERS: That right there makes it the highest rated group. CHANEY: Michael Wilson. WATTERS: Two time world champion who once held a world title for more than five-hundred days! Another major signing! CHANEY: The third man is "The Big Bad Bull from Boulder" Bam Markham! WATTERS: We saw him earlier! He is massive! CHANEY: And the final member of Group D...."The Legend Sean Darring!" WATTERS: Whomever comes out of this group will be lucky to be alive and someone like Chase Williams or Windham Brody could literally bulldoze through to a title. Wow! CHANEY: That is the list for the groups tage of the tournament! The matches begin next week with one match from each group on every edition of Rampage for the next six shows! The quarterfinals will be held on the Rampage before our special event that we are calling "SHOWDOWN!" WATTERS: And the four winners advance to Showdown to crown our first champion! CHANEY: Correct. However the four quarterfinalists that lose their match and the two semifinal losers at Showdown will get to take part in a ladder match at Showdown where one of them gets a chance to earn a title shot against whomever wins the gold! WATTERS: That is one way to get a worthy contender and possible kill some unwanted losers at the same time! CHANEY: It all goes down at Showdown on Sunday, October 13! WATTERS: And it looks like the time has come to crown some tag team champions tonight! {All of a sudden, there is a commotion as spectators spot Freddie Rich and Todd Rich emerge from nowhere. Usually, they are accompanied by Declan and Donny, the younger half of the stable, but the two elder statesmen are on their tod, pun intended, though that is hardly true with this capacity crowd firmly behind the two Texans.} EC: The fan favorites and maybe the overall favorites to be crowned the first SCW tag team champions here in our very first Rampage main event. {Todd strutted up the steel steps, wearing green tights reminiscent of the magnificent Mitsuharu Misawa, with a white trim. Meanwhile, Freddie's flowing blond locks are only outdone by his bright orange tights. Upstairs, he has a black leather jacket with an orange logo of ‘The First' emblazoned on the back of it, which he points at upon assuming the middle of the ring, ready to do battle.} Buff: The following contest is tonight's Main Event, and it is a four corners tag team match for the vacant SCW Lonestar Tag Team Championship! [A short pause allows the following graphic to be seen over the screen.]
[And Buffington returns to speaking after that few seconds of pause.] Buff: Introducing first, from right here in Dallas, Texas! At a combined weight of 477 pounds, Freddie Rich and Todd Rich... the Rich Family! EC: What an ovation for The Rich Family in what is a big, big evening for them. This could be the greatest night of their careers and young lives if they pull this off. LW: A big if, especially with Declan and Donny being babysat at home. It's not the fans that help wrestlers win titles, it's REAL support and they're supposed to be a family? {Call on Me plays loudly, blue strobes beating in perfect harmony to the tune. In matching red frat-like jackets from Washington State University, Damon Somner performs several star jumps while Greg Matthews completes the Farmer's Walk, carrying two black cast-iron kettlebells, weighing 20 kilos each.} LW: It's survival of the fittest and why Health Fanatics, with the strongest and fittest wrestlers in this match, MAY just be a match for Las Preguntas and El Gringo Loco. I would not be surprised if these guys win the title tonight and return to the gym for a Powerade to celebrate. That's how dedicated they are. {Damon arrives at ringside, rattling off another rapid trio of star jumps before taking a run and jump onto the apron. The more methodical Matthews takes a wee while to join him, electing to take to the stairs.} Buff: From Washington DC, at a combined weight of 468 pounds, ‘The Engine' Damon Somner and ‘The Powerhouse' Greg Matthews - the Health Fanatics! {Now inside, together again, Matthews shows off his muscles as Somner stoops in front as Health Fanatics were subject to a smattering of boos.} Buff: Introducing next, from Prague, Czechia at a combined weight of 517 pounds, Josef Skala and Jan Bosko. {Morava's ‘Pivo' plays - a track that pays homage to beer and cheers accompany the arrival of long-haired, robust Jan Bosko and Josef Skala, 6'3 and 6'4 respectively, wearing the red conventional hoodies, a popular souvenir from the Czech capital, that bear and gave them their name.} Buff: Prague Drinking Team! LW: Ugh. Talk about a contrast. EC: You're right. We saw it earlier on and no doubt, we'll see it here in this match too. Health Fanatics and Prague Drinking Team - there's no secret what the priorities of both teams are - but they are united by the desire to be crowned the inaugural SCW tag team champions. How they go about it? Prague Drinking Team will be up in anyone's faces, they're both brawlers blessed with power and toughness and when not in there with The Rich Family, they'll have these fine fans behind them as well. LW: It won't be enough against these guys, I tell you. {Lorenzo Antonio's Mexican pop hit "¿Cómo, Cuándo y Porqué?” announces the arrival of El Gringo Loco and his team, Las Preguntas. EGL leads them down the aisle and to the ring. Once there, the Mexican Mastermind goes over some last minute strategy with his team.} BUFF: And finally, hailing from Dos Aguas, Mexico, representing El Cártel de Luch Libre de El Gringo Loco and accompanied by El Gringo Loco himself... at an estimated weight of 500 libras, Duda and Marca... LAS PREGUNTAS! {After the meeting, Marca hops onto the apron, while Duda takes the steps and steps through the ropes.} EC: So, our maiden main event here on Rampage is about to get underway and it looks like La Pregunta Duda, a former tag team champion in recent months, and Jan Bosko of the Prague Drinking Team will be the chosen two. {A collar-and-elbow goes back and forth between the two, think of old-school wrestling games on the SNES and Genesis as a reference point, with Duda finally triumphing via a side headlock, which quickly made way for a choke that the Mexican was keen to cover up.} EC: Hey, referee, you might want to check that out. It looks like a choke from here. LW: How can you see that, Chaney? You should be an optician. {Our official heeds the main announcer's hint, albeit probably without hearing it above this hot Texan crowd. Of his own accord, the authority figure suspects it's an illegal choke, which it actually is and as a result, he requests a break from Duda, who denies any wrongdoing. However, our authority figure's count, squashed on four, ensures a termination and Duda looks up disapprovingly.} Duda: Joder {And he said that a second time once he realized he was about to be rolled up by Bosko, which posts a 2.} LW: Duda is too experienced for that. EC: You're probably right, but some of the best competitors this business has ever seen have fallen prey to roll ups... LW: I never did. EC: I said the best... LW: And I SAID I never fell for it. EC: Anyway, Duda misses with a clothesline attempt and is going to be punished by Jan Bosko, who scoops the masked man up. Duda struggles to safety, escaping, and now pushes Bosko into the ropes. It's his turn for a roll up, oh wait, Bosko hangs onto the ropes and doesn't buy the attempt, shoving Duda off. Now, it's Bosko's turn to launch himself at Duda... {Duda anticipates the pending dive and pulls the ropes down, which in turn sends Jan hurtling up, over and to the outside.} LW: Smart move by Duda. EC: Indeed, it was Larry. Duda is coming to the outside. He helps Bosko up and sends him back into the ring. It looks like we're going to have our first cover of the contest. One...two...and only two. LW: Never going to pin Duda with that. What a waste of time - a bit like you, Chaney. EC: Why, thank you, partner. Belly-to-belly by Duda. No, Bosko isn't going for it and turns the tables with a belly-to-belly suplex of his own, Larry. LW: Thief. EC: It isn't illegal to use someone else's moves, you know? LW: Then, why are they called patented moves? EC: I...I won't get into that right now. Both guys are up...barely. Bosko is crawling and does tag in his partner, the slightly burlier and stronger, Josef Skala. LW: I can't tell the difference. One is Michael and the other's Latoya. I'll call this one Latoya as he's manlier... EC: Straightaway, Skala introduces himself with a couple of sharp right hands, setting up a whip to the ropes...SPINEBUSTER! LW: Great move and I ain't talking about the spinebuster. EC: You're right, Larry. Among all of that, I believe Damon Somner tagged himself in at Duda's expense and is now the legal man... LW: Believe it, Chaney. It's a fact. EC: Fantastic calf kick dropkick by Damon. LW: And, he's not done. EC: Somner now with a snap mare and he rebounds off the ropes...clothesline to the back of the neck. LW: Well, it wouldn't be the front of the neck, would it? Not from that position. EC: What's your problem, Larry? You're in a funny mood. LW: Years of working with you, Chaney. And NEVER say what's your problem to a wrestler, I'll still kick your... EC: And a kick out by Skala on the stroke of one and a half. Can he improve on that...swinging neckbreaker. One, two...just. Somner now locks on a front chancery, but Skala is going to try and move him - he can't do it. Tries it again... {The crowd cheered as Skala LAUNCHES Damon halfway across the squared circle. Damon held his hand out to tag out to partner, Greg Matthews.} EC: The Engine has gassed out, momentarily, but here comes The Powerhouse - Greg Matthews. Collar-and-elbow with Skala, which Greg wins, unsurprisingly...and Skala is a strong man in his own right, but I don't think anyone can match power with Matthews in this match. Pound for pound, one of the strongest men you could ever meet. Crowd: WHOO! LW: Skala will still be feeling that when Rampage two comes around. EC: A heck of a chest slap from Matthews there and A BIG BIEL throw!!! LW: Skala's not a small boy is he, Chaney? What does he weigh? 250? EC: Something like that. Skala retreats to the corner, unfortunately, he's just wandered into Health Fanatics territory as Damon Somner ties the Prague Drinking Team member's arms behind his back, keeping him in place for Matthews, who's going to charge in like a bull. LW: Watch out... EC: Elbow by Skala on Somner and Matthews misses with a corner splash. Skala scales the second rope...bulldog! {That drew a 2. Skala then shows off, and who better to do it against than Greg, with a walking scoop powerslam for another 2.} LW: Skala doesn't want to push his luck against Greg. EC: Not many would, but Skala can handle himself. LW: We'll see about that. {Meanwhile, Josef keeps it in house, moving Matthews a bit closer to the corner, so Jan Bokso can nail Matthews with a second rope leg drop and that yields a two and a half count.} EC: Impressive agility by a man of Skala's size. LW: Not bad. Seen better. {Bosko whips Matthews to the ropes, but Greg reverses the fortunes and Matthews takes Jan down with a cracking pop-up powerslam.} LW: I hate to say I told you so... EC: No, you don't. LW: You're right - I don't. I told you so. {Greg heads towards the wrong corner and Duda holds his hand out. TAG! Matthews realizes the error of his ways and heads out of the ring.} LW: These guys are idiots. EC: It's grueling in there... LW: Don't lecture me about being in the ring, Chaney. Who did you ever beat? They're still idiots - and so are you. {Duda gets to work with a bridging backdrop suplex for a 2. A snap mare and a neck snap are put together seamlessly for a second near-fall in the space of a few seconds.} LW: I like Duda, though. He reminds me of someone. I just can't put my finger on it. {Duda steers Bosko towards the corner and slams his head into the turnbuckle, tagging Marca, and Duda sets the table with a gutbuster.} EC: Marca looking... LW: To leave his mark? Pun absolutely intended. EC: I guess, yes. {Marca enters spectacularly with a lovely senton atomico and that extracts a 2 and a half count and, along with it, EGL dissent from the outside.} LW: You tell him, El Gringo. EC: What did he say? LW: Not a clue. I think it had something to do with Doritos Man, though. {A hurricanrana and another pin for the closest of the contest so far, which Duda applauds. Meanwhile, a whip from Marca paved the way for another bite of the cherry.} EC: Un cuestion de tiempo, a fantastic forearm from Marca. One, two....No. Las Preguntas are coming closer to securing the first fall in this elimination match and Josef Skala has to be worried about his partner, Jan Bosko, who has taken the most punishment in this match by some distance. LW: They get more bounce in Czechia. EC: I thought it was California. Anyway, Marca heads to the outside. What has he got in mind here? Sensation springboard missile dropkick to the rising Boski is the answer. {Skala interrupts the count by pulling Marca off, no, not in that way, clearly not taking any chances there.} EC: El Gringo Loco not happy at all with Skala's interference... LW: And he shouldn't be. The referee is playing favorites, scared to upset the fans here and people wonder why they get a bad name. {Marca whipped Bokso to Las Preguntas' territory and La Pregunta Marca vacates in style with a stunning stinger splash, gushed over by EGL in the corner. A tag to Duda, and the other half of LP gets to work on his man with shoulder thrusts to the gut with Bokso helpless in the corner.} LW: I love the aggression shown by Duda here. EC: He follows that up with a suplex. One, two..and no more. {Duda questions the referee's count, but our main event official remains firm by showing Pat the peace sign - only two, my boy.} EC: Duda is trying to slow things down, but keep the pressure up with a reverse chinlock. LW: EGL would've told Duda and Marca to do that and it's just as effective now as it was when I wrestled, when my father wrestled and when your grandmother wrestled, Chaney. { The Texan crowd tries to rally Bokso, who's had quite a time recently. He gets to his feet and tries to push Duda off, but Duda holds on for a side headlock takedown, though Bokso rolls him up for a 1-count.) EC: Back to the side headlock. Bokso pushes Duda off this time, but foolishly lowers his head and is made to pay...Piledriver! {1...2...Skala interrupts again and is issued with a final warning by the official.} LW: About time too. {The cameras show an eager Rich Family. Thus far, they've been a non-factor in this match, though that could work in their favor at the business end of the bout. Meanwhile, Duda slowly picks up Bosko and stares at Skala, daring him to waste his final chance before what must be an automatic disqualification for Prague Drinking Team.) EC: BUENAS NOCHES, IRENE. {The tried and tested sleeper hold perfected by Duda is IN and you can most definitely tell to quote Deontay Wilder: Bosko is fading and fading fast. Duda continues to apply the pressure until Bosko falls. Again, our audience rallies Bosko with applause. Eventually. he gets up, ramming Duda into the LP corner.} LW: Marca tagged there! EC: Yes, he did and Bosko doesn't know, which is why Marca unapologetically says LO SIENTO!!! {Marca's finisher, the back brain kick, connects and Skala's hands cover his face. He prays Jan can make a recovery here. 1...2...3!!! Alas, he can't.} BUFF: THE PRAGUE DRINKING TEAM HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! EC: We are down to three times as Bosko rolls out and that was only a matter of time, Larry. LW: Brilliant teamwork and strategy by Las Preguntas. El Gringo Loco is the genius behind the team, but you've gotta give credit to Duda and Marca because they gotta carry out El Jefe's instructions and they have. EC: Here comes Todd Rich! LW: Finally, The Rich Family grow a backbone and stop being cowards. They've let all the other teams do their dirty work for them, just like their father used to, and they're here to take all the glory. Come on Marca! { An exchange of punches plays out. Marca throws first, but once they are 3 apiece, Todd connects with a hard knee that puts Marca on the mat and checking to see if his dinner hasn't been brought up. Todd doesn't let his Mexican opponent rest, not even for a breath, sending him to the ropes with an Irish whip.} EC: Snap powerslam. Wait, Todd's not going for the cover here. LW: I'm surprised because The Rich Family are glory hounds. Then again, I'm not surprised because they're also stupid. {Todd kept the heat on with a hangman's neckbreaker.} EC: Still no cover. LW: Still stupid. EC: Hang on, Larry. Todd's got Marca up....BRAINBUSTER! {1...2....Thre-----Shoulder up.} LW: Marca's tough. EC: That he is. Todd has really dished it out, he's fresh, strong... LW: And stupid. {Todd pointed to his cousin, Freddie, who this audience is itching to see. However, Duda nips that notion in the bud by taking Todd down with a wicked rabbit punch to the back of the bonce.} LW: The Mexican mastermind at it again, Chaney. I saw him whisper something to Duda as soon as Todd pointed to Freddie. Okay, predictable on The Rich Family's part, but the brilliance of The Cartel coming to the fore again, the main man - El Gringo Loco. EC: There's no questioning his credentials or cheating, Larry. LW: What? EC: Both legal men, Marca and Todd, are down and this crowd is trying to get Todd up, just like they did with Jan Bosko... LW: Remind me: Did it work for Jan? EC: No, it didn't. LW: I know who I'd rather have on my side between El Gringo Loco and these thousands of idiots. { At around five, Todd gets to his feet first, but Marca takes him by surprise with an inside cradle - 1, 2...Todd reverses - 1,2...} LW: Another reversal by Marca...uno, dos... EC: And another reversal by Todd...one, two... {Duda comes in, which in turn prompts Freddie to trespass as well. This simple ploy works a treat as the referee turns his attention to stopping Freddie, allowing Duda to turn the tide and put Marca back on top in the never-ending inside cradle, but he accidentally puts too much purchase on it and only serves to help Todd with another pinfall attempt. Before he can ‘Wright' his wrong, the official swivels and Duda has to high-tail it out of there.} EC: One...Two...Marca kicks out! LW: That.... EC: Yes, it was stupid from Las Preguntas, who are now arguing! Marca is reprimanding Duda in the corner. Duda steps between the ropes and El Gringo Loco is beside himself, trying to get his team back on the same wavelength. LW: Behind you... EC: Good call, Larry. Double clothesline by a waiting Todd!! LW: EGL had tried to warn them, but they didn't listen and that's what happens when you don't listen to one of the greatest managers that ever lived. EC: What did you say, Larry? I can't hear myself in here. LW: Oh no, Todd's gonna...HA! Marca and Duda put their petty squabbling to the side for the start. They lift Todd up...double atomic drop! Crowd: YEAH! LW: You idiots! {The atomic drop had inadvertently sent Todd straight into the path of his own corner.} EC: Now, Freddie Rich is officially the legal man.. {The introduction of local lad and de facto Rich Family frontman, Freddie, raises the audience levels a decibel or ten.} LW: What?! You saw a bitch that suspiciously looks like a man? Where? I can't hear a thing. {Marca tastes a right hand from Freddie, La Pregunta falling straight to the canvas. Then, Duda confronts this unwelcome entrant, going nose to nose with ‘The First.' Duda throws the first punch, but it is blocked and returned with interest, Freddie unloading with a flurry of four fists, paving the way for another whip and a shit-hot dropkick.} EC: FIRST CLASS! An arm wringer now and Freddie follows up with repeated punches...Duda is hurt... LW: Duda is brilliant - eye poke! EC: Es Lo Que Hay - it is what it is and the eye poke takes all of the wind out of the hometown boy's sails... LW: Not to mention this moronic crowd and finally, I can hear myself think. The side-effect is I can also hear you again, Chaney. You have to take the rough with the smooth in the wrestling business. EC: Butterfly suplex! Duda is being booed, the crowd doesn't like the shortcut... LW: Chaney, he doesn't care about them: He's got gold on his mind, and if he doesn't get it, the wrath of El Gringo Loco will be on his mind, in his eyes, ears and as... EC: As you said, Larry. You're right. LW: I don't need your validation. {Duda sees the opportunity to bring Marca back in and tags his partner in.} EC: I wonder what Las Preguntas have got in mind here. LW: I've seen, felt and done this enough to know what's coming next... {Marca stands up on the second rope while Duda picks Freddie up. A quiet hush descends on the SCW Arena as Marca lets fly.} LW: SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!! {Todd has to come in and stop the inevitable 3-count, which gets him a first warning from the referee as Las Preguntas complain to the referee, and of course, El Gringo from the outside.} LW: How many times are we gonna see these so-called ‘fan favorites' be favored by this referee? It's disgusting. {Marca is the legal man. Freddie is already there for the taking and Marca is about to capitalise, picking Freddie up. POP from the crowd!} EC: Great move by Freddie Rich to counter with the inverted atomic drop as Marca tried to pick him up. Oh and a big shin breaker to follow it up! What a reversal of fortune. LW: But look at him, Chaney, he can't capitalise. He's still reeling from that Spike Piledriver. EC: Well he has taken a lot of punishment in this match, but listen to this Dallas crowd get behind their hometown hero! {Marca is rolling around on the mat, holding his leg, and all Freddie can do is lie on his back sucking wind. Marca reaches out and makes the tag to the closest man to him, who, thanks to the short chain of moves from Freddie, is not his partner. It's Greg Matthews of the Health Fanatics.} EC: Well the tag is made to Greg Matthews. He comes back in and locks Freddie Rich in a full nelson. Matthews lifts him right off the canvas and slams him down! LW: What an impressive show of strength by Greg Matthews! He just picked Freddie Rich up like he was a rag doll I tell you, when it comes to physical fitness, these two are on a whole other level. EC: I've got to agree with you there, Larry. Cover by Matthews gets two and a half! Close call there. LW: More like two and three quarters, Chaney. Your hometown hero is weakening. It's only a matter of time before the Rich Family is eliminated. {Matthews drags Freddie back to the Health Fanatics corner where he tags in Damon Somner. The Powerhouse holds the eldest of the Rich Family in place for a slingshot senton bomb from the Engine!} LW: Beautiful move from Damon Somner! That's gotta be it, Chaney. {Somner hooks the leg, but Freddie Rich is still able to kick out before three.} EC: Another near fall, but the Rich Family isn't out of this yet. And another tag by the Health Fanatics. Greg Matthews is back in and stomping away at Freddie Rich. {The Powerhouse brings Freddie back to his feet, crowning him on the forehead with a brain rattling punch along the way. He whips Rich into the ropes and picks him up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.} EC: Tilt-a-whirl by Greg Matthews, but Freddie Rich comes loose and lands on his feet behind him! LW: Where's he going? He's headed to the wrong corner! {Since Matthews is cutting him off from his cousin Todd, Freddie Rich heads to Las Preguntas' corner to make the tag instead. Duda gives him a punch in the mouth, but not before the tag is made!} EC: He just tagged in one of Las Preguntas! LW: And Duda doesn't like it one bit. {Duda tags Freddie Rich right back into the match, who in turn tags Duda back in. They continue tagging one another back in until Duda finally gives up and tags in...} EC & LW together: DAMON SOMNER??? EC: Well Duda has just tagged in Damon Somner, much to the confusion of our referee. El Gringo Loco and Duda both are insisting that it's a valid exchange. It looks like he's going to allow it! LW: Brilliant move on the part of Duda. Let the Health Fanatics eliminate themselves! {The referee instructs the Health Fanatics to go ahead and lock up. They meet in the middle of the ring and both go for a lockup. Nope, they pull away at the last minute. It was all just a tease! Instead, Somner tags in Todd Rich!} LW: Of all the... why him?!? Tag Freddie, not the fresh one! {Todd comes in like a house on FIRE! A series of punches has Damon Somner reeling, and Todd punctuates it by scooping the little Engine up and slamming him down! And a bodyslam for Greg Matthews! Todd keeps the momentum going with a flapjack on Somner. And one for Matthews! Duda enters the ring, and he gets a flapjack, too! So does Marca! This Dallas crowd is H-A-W-T... HAWT!} EC: Listen to the fans go wild! Todd Rich has cleared the ring and they're loving every minute of it! LW: El Gringo Loco isn't loving it. EC: Of course not, his team just ate those flapjacks! LW: All this talk about eating flapjacks is making me hungry. EC: I saw an IHOP down the street. You can go when we're done here. {Todd grabs Greg Matthews by the head and plants him with a jumping DDT! He goes for the pin and gets a two count.} EC: Near fall by Todd Rich, but Matthews kicks out, and now Todd changes tactics a bit, as he sinches in the dragon sleeper. LW: As much as I hate to say it, I have to give it to him, that's a smart move. Wear the Powerhouse down by cutting off the oxygen supply to his brain. He could even eliminate him from this! {The referee asks Matthews if he wants to give up, but the Health Fanatic responds "no.” He starts to fade fast, though, and it isn't long before his body is drooping. The referee picks up his arm and drops it. It falls.} EC: The referee is checking to see if he's still conscious. If his arm falls three times, the Health Fanatics will have their Lonestar Tag Team Championship opportunities ended early. That's one! LW: Come on Matthews, hang in there. {The referee checks the Powerhouse's arm again. It falls.} EC: That's two! One more time and they're out! {Just as the referee is about to drop Greg's arm for the third time, Damon Somner comes in to break the hold with a calf kick dropkick. This, in turn, draws Freddie Rich back into the ring. Freddie doubles over Somner with a boot to the gut and spikes his head into the mat with a cradle piledriver!} EC: RAGS TO RICHES! RAGS TO RICHES! Freddie Rich just hit his patented cradle piledriver on Damon Somner! {Todd Rich is back up before Greg Matthews and drives him into the canvas with a cradle DDT!} EC: And now Strike It Rich from Todd Rich! Both members of the Rich Family pin the Health Fanatics, respectively! LW: I can't believe it! {The Dallas fans are going ballistic. 1... 2... 3!!!} BUFF: THE HEALTH FANATICS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED! EC: Listen to this crowd! They're loving every minute of this as the Rich Family get one step closer to winning tag team gold, right here in their very own hometown of Dallas, Texas! LW: The Health Fanatics may be out of it, but don't forget they've still got to get past Las Preguntas, and with a mind like El Gringo Loco in their corner, that won't be an easy chore! {Under direction from the Mexican Mastermind, La Pregunta Duda tried to sneak up behind the Rich Family to sneak in a quick roll-up while they were celebrating. However, they turned and caught him just in the nick of time.} EC: Well, Duda's plan to try and sneak a win may have backfired here. He's stuck in the ring alone with both Freddie and Todd Rich! {Duda pleads his case, backing up and asking them to give him a reprieve, but the Rich Family both boot him in the gut and take him over with a double snap suplex!} EC: Great move by the Rich Family, and now they've got Duda in trouble here. LW: You would say that, Chaney. The referee needs to put a stop to this. It's two on one! {Freddie whips Duda into the ropes and follows quickly behind him, scoring with fast, point blank dropkick.} EC: First Class from Freddie Rich sends La Pregunta Duda over the top rope and all the way to the ringside floor! LW: More like No Class. He's not even the legal man in the ring. {Todd Rich measures him up and runs into the ropes across the ring from where Duda is standing. When he comes back, Todd shoots through the ropes, connecting with a suicide dive! The Dallas crowd lets out a huge roar of approval for that one!} EC: What an ovation for that suicide dive from Todd Rich. I can barely hear myself above the noise! LW: I wish I couldn't hear you, EC. You're gushing over the Rich Family's shenanigans. That was an illegal double team, and you know it. {Meanwhile, La Pregunta Marca storms the ring and lays out Freddie Rich spread eagle with a superkick.} LW: SUPER PATADAAAAAA! {Marca goes for the pin. 1... 2... but Freddie kicks out!} EC: Talk about not being the legal man, Larry, neither Marca nor Freddie Rich are legal here. LW: Oh but if it were the Rich Family doing it, it would be fine. {Marca spots Todd slugging away at Duda on the outside and goes up to the top rope, setting his sights on the second-in-command of the Rich Family. He leaps off and connects with a corkscrew plancha that takes down both Todd and Duda!} EC: Marvelous corkscrew plancha by La Pregunta Marca, but he caught his own partner as well. LW: And it looks like he hurt himself, in the process. {With Freddie Rich being the only participant in this match standing in the ring, the referee starts to issue a ten count. El Gringo Loco grabs Duda's hand to help him to his feet. EGL can only get him to a knee, however, so around the count of five, he revives Marca to help. La Pregunta Marca rolls Duda back into the ring.} EC: Did you see that? It looked like El Gringo Loco slipped something into Duda's hand! LW: You're paranoid, Chaney. The man was just trying to help him get back to his feet! Just because they're Mexican doesn't mean they're murderers and thieves. {EGL and Marca may have saved their team from being counted out, however, Duda was in a bad state. Freddie Rich saw him lying prone on the mat. He started to stomp his foot, signalling for Freddie's Nightmare! Freddie brought Duda back to his feet and whipped him across the ring. Rich went into the ropes on the other side, but El Gringo Loco hooked his cane around Freddie's ankle! The leader of the Rich Family turned his attention outside the ring to argue with the Mexican Multimedia MEGA STAR.} EC: Freddie Rich is having words here with El Gringo Loco about his interference. LW: What interference? Freddie Rich's foot just accidentally got caught on Loco's cane! EC: And I'm sure that's what Loco is telling him, too. {Duda blindsides Freddie Rich, knocking him out cold with a punch! La Pregunta Duda "adjusts” his singlet and pulls Freddie away from the ropes to go for the pin. 1... 2... 3!!! The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos for their hometown team being cheated.} RING BELL: DING DING DING! BUFF: THE RICH FAMILY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Your winners and FIRST EVER Southwestern Championship Wrestling Lonestar Tag Team Champions... LAS PREGUNTAS! EC: There! Did you see that? Duda just stole the win for his team with the use of a foreign object! LW: You need to get your eyes checked, Chaney. What I saw was Duda knocking Freddie Rich's lights out with a perfectly placed punch. {El Gringo Loco and Marca both join Duda in the ring so the referee can award the Lonestar Tag Team titles to Las Preguntas. Duda and Marca are each handed one of the belts. EGL raises their arms in victory, but Marca pulls his arm down.} EC: I saw it, the fans saw it, and look, even Marca saw it! He's arguing with Duda about it right now! LW: Are you fluent in Spanish, Chaney? How do you know it's not just an argument over their hotel tab? {Duda looks at EGL in confusion, and the Mexican Mastermind tries to talk some sense into Marca. They appear to eventually reach an agreement, and Loco holds up both of Las Preguntas' arms in victory, a moment that the Dallas fans absolutely despise.} LW: See? Look, it was just a misunderstanding. Loco's got everything cleared up, now. EC: Well, be that as it may, thanks to underhanded tactics and downright cheating, Las Preguntas have become our first ever SCW Lonestar Tag Team Champions. That's all the time we have this week, fans, be sure to tune in next time when we get our tournament underway to crown the first ever Southwestern Championship Wrestling Lonestar Heavyweight Champion! LW: It's been a pleasure. EC: You just had to do it, didn't you? So long everybody from Dallas, Texas, and we'll see you next time on SCW Rampage! [The screen fades to black and then begins showing stills from events that happened during the show as the song "Legendary" by Skillet again plays over the screen. After a lot of hard guitar riffs and drums, finally we hear that final lyric...] #LEGENDARY!# [The music fades out, as do the picture stills and all that is left is the black screen] (c) 2019 RSE, Inc., All Rights Reserved