[The screen is black as the beginning notes of "Legendary" by Skillet begin to be heard.] [As the melody begins to be heard, we see the SCW letters flash across the screen in brilliant burnt orange letters.] #Legendary. OHHHHHHHH!!!# [The music continues as the word "RAMPAGE" superimposes in white letters over the burnt orange SCW letters.] #Legendary. OHHHHHHHH!!!# [The guitar riffs kick in as the logo breaks into flame in the center and burns toward the outer edges of the screen like Bonanza's old theme.] #OHHHHHHHH!!! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh# [The moment the lead singer's first "OH" is heard, the flames dissipate and allow us to see a the screen split into a pair of pictures. The first is Pat Gordon Jr. standing on the turnbuckles in the corner on the left, while the right picture is Caleb Foley standing in the center of the ring holding a finger out to point at the fans.] #OHHHHHHHH!!! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh# [The screen switches to show Windham Brody stepping over the top rope.] #My heart bleeds adrenaline# #The fire I breathe is where I live# [The screen shows a vid cap of Bam Markham pounding his fist into his chest.] #(Say my name) Incredible# #(Say my name) An animal# [Switch to show vid cap of Chris Smith clotheslining an opponent and then raising his arms in triumph.] #One life to live# #I never give up, I never give in# [The screen switches to show all four brothers of the Rich Family walking down the aisle and greeting fans, only to switch to El Gringo Loco and Las Preguntas standing in the ring taunting ringside fans.] #Some people wanna turn and run# #But the strong rise under the gun# [Screen shows Tripp Skylark leaping off the top turnbuckle and high into the air toward the outside of the ring before it dissolves into the next vid cap.] #Top, to the top# #Ain't never gonna stop# [Video cap of Chase Williams grabbing hold of a wrestler and crashing him to the canvas with a choke slam.] #To the top, to the top# #Ain't never gonna stop# [Quick vid cap of Alfie Button kipping up in a match.] #Never gonna keep me down (never keep me)# [A few quick pictures are quickly seen of Gazi, Steve Dann, Michael Wilson, and Johnny Psychotic.] #Still the one that's standing now (never falling)# [Vid Cap of Pat Gordon Jr locking on the "Pat Lock" submission hold.] #Destiny is calling me# #Go down in history# #Every day I'll fight to be# [The vid cap shows Alfie Button poised on the top rope and leaping into the air for a 720 DDT on his opponent. He hits and jumps up right as the title words are sung.] #Legendary# [Vid cap of Johnny Psychotic landing his top rope superplex finisher.] #OHHHHHHHH!!! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh# [Pictures of the Health Fanatics, Prague Drinking Team, Sweaty Bling and The Maniacs are seen quickly.] #OHHHHHHHH!!! Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh# [The screen shows the vid cap of Pat Gordon Jr smiling and holding his arms out wide showing off as he nods toward the camera.] #Legendary# #OHHHHHHHH!!!!# [As the driving music continues the screen explodes into a million pieces and reveals the SCW Arena with the ring in the center of the view. The crowd is sparse in the upper regions, but the ringside seats are jam packed as we see them cheering loudly and hear the sounds of enthusiasm as our host announce team begins to speak.] CHANEY: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO SCW RAMPAGE! We are LIVE from The Phoenix arena here in Dallas, Texas for another exciting edition of professional wrestling from deep in the heart of Texas! WATTERS: Do you think you might be overselling the fact we are in Texas, Chaney? [The screen fades form the view of the ringside fans to the announce table at ringside where our announcers will call the action. Chaney is wearing a black "SCW" polo shirt and has his dark hair slicked back, looking as "GQ" as humanly possible. While next to him, Larry is wearing his usual denim shirt and trademark scowl, which even with his grey beard is unmistakable as a man who attempts to stay unhappy most of the time.] CHANEY: My name is Eric Chaney and with me, as always, is former wrestling champion Larry "The Crusher" Watters! WATTERS: Hello to all the little people out there! Welcome to my show! CHANEY: It isn't your show, Larry. WATTERS: Keep telling yoruself that. CHANEY: Fans we have a packed show tonight with ten matches, including the first four matches in the Lonestar Tournament group stage! So, we want to quickly take you backstage for a word with one of the men competing for the Lonestar Title, Joe Public! WATTERS: Oh God! CHANEY: What? WATTERS: Nothing.
[Tess Wiley is standing by, flicking her hair while waiting for a cue to interview the 5'9", black-haired wrestler in red tights and matching boots.] WILEY: So, Joe Public, you wrestle Freddie Sagawa tonight. What are your thoughts? PUBLIC: Thoughts on what? WILEY: You know...the match and stuff. PUBLIC: It is going to be a tough match against one of the very best in the world. He was great last week and he’s difficult to stop when in full flow. WILEY: You're full of praise for him, Joe. Can you beat him? PUBLIC: Any man can be beaten. It's the hardest match of my career and I'm an ordinary person in extraordinary circumstances. But, if I work hard and catch Freddie on an off day, who knows what can happen? WILEY: Good luck, Joe. [Cut Away.]
[The screen switches back to the ringside announcers and Larry Watters is snoring. Chaney looks appalled at this.] CHANEY: Larry! WATTERS: Mm...I swear, I didn't know who she was! CHANEY: What? Who are you talking about? WATTERS: Where am I? Oh, has that Joe Public finished his interview? CHANEY: He has. WATTERS: Thanks God, Jesus and all of the apostles for that. That guy has ZERO personality and could put a teddy bear in a coma. No wonder, he’s called Joe Public. Incredibly, he might be more boring than all these fickle fans combined. CHANEY: He certainly has his work cut out for him against Freddie Sagawa and I think his humility and respect is refreshing in a modern world... WATTERS: It's disgusting. Please don't hurt me, Sagawa, I've got kids you know....go easy on me. [The words of the announcers are suddenly cut off as the arena is engulfed in total darkness, drawing some gasps of surprise from the crowd. No sooner does things go black than the pounding entrance beat of Shinedown's "The Sound of Madness" fills the air - he calling card of Cult Icon known as "The Kochi Cannibal" Freddie Sagawa.] 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! [A solitary spotlight soon finds its way to the end of the aisle, where the Japanese Born Superstar lurks in a crouched position – his eyes transfixed upon the squared circle that will soon play the role of his hunting ground.] WATTERS: Here we go Chaney! Last week The Kochi Cannibal indicated that he was going on a hunt for gold and tonight he sets out on that mission in the very first match- up of The Lonestar Title Tournament! [The camera cuts up to the squared circle and Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington] BUFFINGTON: Our opening match-up tonight is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit and is a Block C Match-up in The SCW Lonestar Championship Tournament! [Dressed in well-worn and baggy camouflage colored cargo shorts and a black tank top, the scared beast Freddie Sagawa stalks his way down the aisle with his arms outstretched to slap hands with the fans lucky enough to get their seats on the aisle.] BUFFINGTON: Introducing first, he hails from The Kochi Prefecture in the Land of the Rising Sun, Japan and weighed in tonight at 193 pounds. Please welcome ... "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 ! ! ! CHANEY: Not going to lie Larry, on the last episode of Rampage, Freddie Sagawa made one _hell_ of a debut as he took down not just one, but two of the finest athletes that SCW has to offer and as a result, he finds himself part of this huge tournament to crown our very first singles champion in SCW. WATTERS: He showed a never-say die attitude, inhuman resiliency, and innovative offense and because of all that – we finally agree on something! BUFFINGTON: And his opponent comes to us tonight for - [Buffington is forced to flee the ring however as Freddie Sagawa dives under the bottom rope and leaps into the air with a flying body splash that crushes his opponent in the corner, as a graphic sweeps over the screen.]
CHANEY: No time for introductions as The Kochi Cannibal isn't waiting for the bell and quickly begins his onslaught of his opponent tonight Joe Public! Public staggers out of the corner, and Sagawa pushes him face first down into the canvas. WATTERS: Sagawa hits the ropes and quickly rebounds off with a leaping senton across the back of Public. That's what I love about this guy, he is a perpetual ball of energy and everything he does is just absolutely devastating. [Letting out an involuntary scream, Public grabs at the small of his back and tries to get up to his knees. On all fours he leaves his face exposed as Sagawa holds his head in place and starts to hit rapid fire kicks to the face, his shin bone connecting with each shot.] CHANEY: Kawada Kicks from The Kochi Cannibal knocking Joe Public for a loop! Sagawa hits the ropes again, and this time rebounds with a dropkick right to the ear of his opponent! Down for the cover ... ON- WATTERS: Not even a one count! If Public knew what was good for him, he would stay down. Sagawa now pulling him up to his feet, Irish Whip, Public ducks a wild clothesline attempt from Sagawa, off the ropes again and The Kochi Cannibal reverses his momentum and catches Public with an elbow against the ropes! CHANEY: He seems like a wildman, but he has a hell of a head on his shoulders Crusher. WATTER: You don't have to sell me on that, as Public slumps backwards and falls through the ropes and to the floor of The Phoenix. Sagawa sensing the position of Public on the floor and without missing a beat his rebounding off the opposite ro- TOPE CON HILO!!!! [Screeching with his arms outstretched, Sagawa lands a picturesque flipping dive over the top that lands squarely on Joe Public as both men collapse to the arena floor. Reaching out for the guardrail, Sagawa pulls himself back to his feet, basking in the reaction of the Texas fans.] 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! [... and with a handful of tights and hair, Sagawa pulls Joe Public to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Almost defensively however, Public continues to roll, crossing the full length of the ring until he reaches the apron on the opposite side. With the assistance of the ropes, he starts to pull himself to his feet, just in time as The Kochi Cannibal slides under the bottom rope and takes off with lightening speed towards him. Almost instinctively, Public lowers his shoulder between the top and middle strand, driving it right into the gut of the oncoming Sagawa.] CHANEY: Shoulder to the breadbasket by Public! Sagawa doubled over, and Public propelling himself up and over the top for a Leaping DDT! Sagawa head first into the canvas and the tide has changed! Cover - ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW- CHANEY: Easy kickout by Sagawa, but he seems a bit rattled. Public now seizing Freddie in an arm wringer as he pulls The Kochi Cannibal back up to a vertical base. [With his arm being worked over, Sagawa contorts his face in pain as he slaps at the shoulder that is being wrenched by Joe Public. The Japanese-born star tries to throw a punch towards the midsection, but Public is fully in control as he steps back evasively while maintaining his grip. Looking for an escape route, Sagawa reaches out with his free arm and grips the top rope before squatting and then pushing up off the mat.] WATTERS: Sagawa flipping out of the arm wringer. He seizes the wrist of Joe Public and pulls him in for a short arm clothes- Public ducks! Around behind Public with a waistlock ... a roll up ... But Sagawa pushes Public off into the ropes. He rebounds as Sagawa kips up and - OOOOOOOH!!!! [The camera shows Sagawa kipping up to his feet as Public hits the ropes and immediately rebounds into a leaping knee from The Kochi Cannibal. As the knee connects with Joe's jaw, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he immediately crumbles lifelessly to the canvas.] CHANEY: Possibly knock-out blow from Sagawa! But he isn't going for the cover, instead, pulling Public to the center of the ring. Sagawa now running towards the ropes, leaping to the second rope - MOONSAULT CONNECTS! Cover? No! WATTERS: It looks like the impact from that moonsault might have snapped Public back into things too, as he is starting to stir. CHANEY: Public rolling over to his stomach, a smart move if you want to avoid being pinned. But Sagawa has his sites set on something. Public up to one knee ... [And as he gets to one knee, The Kochi Cannibal comes charging in and leaps up onto his shoulders. Twisting his body backwards at a sharp angle, Sagawa takes the top of Public's head and drives it into the mat with a sickening thud that echoes in the ringside area.] WATTERS: RANA DRIVER! I THINK PUBLIC IS OUT COLD! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRE- [At the last possible second, Public drapes a foot over the bottom rope - just in time to interrupt the count.] CHANEY: Foot on the ropes! Sagawa looking to the ref to see if it was a three, but Referee Shane Staggs holding up two fingers. WATTERS: So close! But close only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and unwanted pregnancies! CHANEY: LARRY! [Unhappy with the referee's call, Sagawa crawls over the chest of Joe Public to argue, but places his shin over the throat of Joe Public. The antics work for a moment before the official realizes what Sagawa is up to and quickly begins to administer a five count for a break ... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIV- ... which he gets at the last possible second. Recognizing that he doesn't need to be as coy about things, Sagawa spins around and wraps both hands around Public's throat as he shifts his weight onto the neck ... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIV- ... and again gets a last second break.] CHANEY: Referee Shane Staggs with a stern warning for The Kochi Cannibal - but all Sagawa does is smile back at him. WATTERS: Not sure if Sagawa is being condescending with that smile or if he has no idea what the referee is saying - but I love it. The Kochi Cannibal knows the stakes of this match and is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that belt ends up around his waist come the end of this tournament! CHANEY: Sagawa now grabbing at the ears of a still coughing Joe Public and pulling him back up to his feet. [A hand wrapped around each of Public's ears, Sagawa smiles menacingly into his eyes before pulling his head forward and ... THUD! THUD! THUD! ... landing a trio of disgusting looking headbutts, that cause Public to slouch down to his knees. As the camera spins around to take in the view, a small trickle of blood drips from right between the eyes of The Kochi Cannibal.] CHANEY: Okay, those headbutts were gross! No other word to describe them, and Sagawa has drawn his own blood. [Reaching up between his eyes, Sagawa runs his taped hand through the blood - gathering some of vital fluid on his own hand before tauntingly rubbing it in the face of Public.] CHANEY: OH COME ON! [Still on his knees, Joe Public slumps backwards as Sagawa rubs the blood in his eyes - slouching his shoulders back against the canvas from the kneeling position. As he contorts his body awkwardly, Sagawa quickly goes back onto the offensive as he leaps forward.] WATTERS: DOUBLE STOMP TO THE CHEST FROM SAGAWA! CHANEY: HOLY HANNAH! HE COULD HAVE TORN SOMETHING IN HIS KNEE! SAGAWA WITH A COVER! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE! CHANEY: NO! Public weakly rolled his shoulder at the last possible millisecond! This match will continue! [Resting his hands on the mat next to the out-of-it Joe Public, Sagawa lets loose a banshee like screech directly into his ears, that starts as random gibberish but ends with words that long-time fans of The Kochi Cannibal are familiar with - a few even joining in with him.] SAGAWA: DIE GWEILO DIIIIIIIIIE!!!!! [His primal instincts taking over, Sagawa grabs at the face of Joe Public in a claw-like grip and starts to pull him back to his feet. With no other choice, Public starts to get up and quickly finds his wrist in Freddie's clutches.] CHANEY: Irish Whip by Sagawa to the corner! He follows in from behind! Joe Public up and over the back of the charging Sagawa, schoolboy! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW- WATTERS: Sagawa kicks out! Back up, Public with a Backslide! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR- WATTERS: No! Another kick out! Both men up, Public with a small package! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRE- CHANEY: Another kick out! Public up! Sagawa up! [Unfortunately Referee Shane Staggs isn't as quick to his feet, as Freddie Sagawa seizes the money.] WATTERS: RED MIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!!!!! [Blinded by the spew, Joe Public cups his hands over his eyes, and Sagawa pulls him right into a front chancery. Hoisting him high into the air, perpendicular to the canvas, Sagawa charges across the ring before throwing his own feet out from underneath him.] WATTERS: BRAINBUSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!! ... But he isn't done! Sagawa through the ropes, as the referee tries to comprehend everything going on right now! Sagawa on top! CHANEY: Public is prime position ... What does The Kochi Cannibal have in store .... SHOOTING STAR SENTON!!! WATTERS: GREETINGS FROM BABA YAGA!!!! COVER!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE! [DING! DING! DING!] [Immediately the crowd bursts into cheers as Sagawa pushes himself up to a kneeling position, and thrusts his fists into the air. Referee Shane Staggs reaches in to raise the hand, but Sagawa lets looks an intimidating hissing sound that backs the ref away. Overhead "The Sound of Madness" begins to play once more] BUFFINGTON: Your winner of this match by pinfall, earning 25 Points in the Lonestar Title Tournament ... "THE KOCHI CANNIBAL" FREDDIE SAGAWA!!!! WATTERS: And we officially have somebody on The Leader Board for the tournament as The Kochi Cannibal has won this opening contest tonight! CHANEY: Chase Williams and Johnny Psychotic definitely have to keep their eyes on this one as the tournament continues, as he is undoubtedly a threat to win that championship gold. And speaking of Chase Williams, he is up next in action! [Before the camera cuts away, it catches a parting shot of Freddie Sagawa as he mounts the second rope with arms raised victoriously and letting another cloud of Red Mist escape his mouth.]
[We cut to a "SCW" banner backstage where we see a caucasian man dressed in garish black & gold themed pirate gear, including a gold colored bandana over the top of his head, and a tall tanned caucasian man who is glistening from sweat pouring out of him at an alarming rate.] PIRATE: Ahoy, me Hearties! I be the Pirate of Bling! SWEATING MAN: 'Sup! I'm Tony Sweat! PIRATE OF BLING: And together we are... [They strike a pose.] TOGETHER: SWEATY BLING! [They look pleased with themselves.] PIRATE OF BLING: And make no mistake about it, mateys.. We have come down south for GOLD! [Tony Sweat pumps his fists, sending sprays of sweat flying which Bling seemed to anticipate as he manages to just sidestep the volley of perspiration.] TONY SWEAT: We want all the gold, YEAH! PIRATE OF BLING: We plan on plundering through every team here down south until all that booty be ours! [Tony chuckles.] TONY SWEAT: Heh! Booty! Yeah, I'm with you there man! PIRATE OF BLING: But, batten down the hatches! First up is a bit of Thunder and Lightning! A right proper storm is a brewing! [Tony gets a look of concern.] TONY SWEAT: There's a storm coming, man? Are they going to cancel the show 'cos of the weather?! PIRATE OF BLING: Ah, no. It is just the name of the tag team we be facing tonight. [Tony makes a disgusted face.] TONY SWEAT: What?! They call themselves that?! Do they think they can scare up some women with a name like that?! [Bling looks confused.] PIRATE OF BLING: Ah.. I might regret this but.. I don't quite follow you, matey. TONY SWEAT: Look man, the ladies.. they don't like storms. They get scared and stuff. These guys must be some really beta fools if they think that reminding chicks of storms will get them some play. [Pirate shrugs.] PIRATE OF BLING: Whatever, but. Avast ye, Thunder and Lightning! You are between us and our goal of gold! We be giving the orders to cleave you both to the brisket and send you down to Davy Jones' locker! [Tony looks around, somewhat excitedly.] TONY SWEAT: Davy Jones was here?! He's got a locker around, man?! PIRATE OF BLING: Ah.. TONY SWEAT: The Monkees were happening, man! Davy got ALL the girls with those stars in his eyes! [Tony rapidly opens & closes his hands as he puts them near his eyes to mimick stars in his eyes, sending showers of sweat flying and Bling barely manages to escape, not as prepared as he was for the last volley.] TONY SWEAT: I bet there is some ladies around that locker, man! We should go find it 'cos they bound to be there and you know what the ladies have, man? [Bling is legit frightened about what is going to happen.] PIRATE OF BLING: Ah...ah... [Tony excitedly pumps his hips into the air, sending splattering of sweat towards the camera.] TONY SWEAT: BOOTY! HEH HEH! [The Pirate tries to think of how to recover but just continues.] PIRATE OF BLING: Thunder and Lightning, prepare to be fish food as we fly the Jolly Roger in our quest towards the gold! [Tony, with a big smile, puts his arm around his tag team partner, whose face drops with defeat, as sweat pours off of Tony and onto the Pirate.] TONY SWEAT: WE COMING FOR THAT BOOTY, YEAH! [Bling shivers as we cut away to...]
[The screen cuts back to the arena view as "Everybody Wants Rule the World" By Tears for Fears echo's throughout the buiklding as the crowd rises in anticipation] ##Welcome to your life## ##There's no turning back## [Anticipation gives way to massive hate from the crowd as wrestling's gift from god himself makes his return to the wrestling world.] CHANEY: Chase Williams is here and the crowd is less than thrilled! WATTERS: Less than thrilled?!? They should be on their knees in reverance that the conceited one would even lower himself to be here tonight! This man is wrestling royalty and I for one am priviliedged to watch him perform! [The crowd is extremely hateful as per usual as Chase just soaks it in, smirking, adjusting the cuff of his pastel pink dress shirt as he walks slowly to the ringside.] ##Even while we sleep## ##We will find you## ##Acting on your best behavior## ##Turn your back on mother nature## ##Everybody wanst to rule the world## [He slowly climbs the ringsteps and steps confidently through the ropes as he calls for a mic and stands smug, in the center of _his_ ring, basking in the adoration for several moment before slowly raising the mic.] WILLIAMS: Is that any way to greet the greatest wrestler alive today? I guess I shouldn't expect anything less from a hovel like this. You people wouldn't know greatness if it slapped you with its... [Pause. Smirk. The heat is palpable. Chase laughs and paces slowly.] WILLIAMS: Anyway, as I was saying, I'm back and still the best. You're all still here, wasting my air, and as if we needed some reintroduction to my greatness I have been tasked with beating ten shades of blue out of some scrub that calls himself the, uh... [Beat.] WILLIAMS: Regulator? [The crowd responds to the question with a ringing "Billy James" chant. Chase looks amused and pauses momentarily.] WILLIAMS: So yeah, Gods gift, the uncrowned champ, and your mother's favorite wrestlers gonna mug Wee Willy and put the rest of you chumps on notice. Bring the sarif his crown. [He spits and sneers.] WILLIAMS: Southwestern Championship Wrestling, scorched earth starts tonight. Billy James gets to be the first guy to leave in a bag. No remorse, no regard, no excuses, no surrender. End of discussion. And that starts now. -THUD- [Chase drops the mic and rolls out of he ring as he heads up tha aisle, again basking in the boos as he disappears through the curtain.] CHANEY: Chase Williams is HERE! WATTERS: The man makes a triumphant return and demands gold. Frankly its hard to argue with such a legend! I don't know where Billy James is, but if I were him, I'd be finding out where Big Red Love Machine is hiding and join him! [Cut away.]
[As commercials begin to play, this one runs first.] [The screen is black and we hear a very low booming voice come over the black screen.] VOICE OVER: There are millions of ways to find out more about the SCW and it's superstars. But here is the best way... [The screen stays black as we hear a mouse click and then the screen goes to static for a second. Finally when the static leaves, we see the main page of the SCW Web site.] VOICE OVER: The internet. SCW is now on the internet with all sorts of information about your favorite wrestling superstars. There are the current results and fan reactions and the ever popular Title Histories page. [The screen shows a mouse pointer being moved over to the side menu and clicking on the link to show the Forum blog.] VOICE OVER: There is even a blog to interact with your favorite SCW superstar! See what your favorite wrestler has to say away from the ring. [The mouse pointer goes over to the side menu and clicks on the roster link.] VOICE OVER: You can even see the vital statistics on all of your favorite SCW superstars. Where did they come from and why did they begin wrestling? It is all inside the roster section waiting to be explored. [The screen switches to show the mouse clicking on the rumors page link.] VOICE OVER: Go to the rumor section to find out some information that even the SCW leadership may not want the public to see. It is all here right now, and you have to do is point and click. [The screen shows the mouse going back to the home page and the logo from the screen literally jumps from the computer screen to fill the entire screen.] VOICE OVER: Yes SCW has gone cyber with their new web site. So get you hook up here! [The voice trails off and we see the logo stay on the screen as the following URL come just under the logo] http://www.scw.fwrestling.com/ [Fade to black.]
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and the view is square on the entrance curtain.] [Everybody Wants Rule the World" By Tears for Fears echo's throughout the buiklding as the crowd rises in anticipation] ##Welcome to your life## ##There's no turning back## [Anticipation gives way to massive hate from the crowd as Billy James Stumbles through the curtain with Williams in hot pursuit!] CHANEY: This was supposed to be the next scheduled match but I guess Chase feels like he doesn't have to follow the rules! Freddy Sagawa didn't even make it to the back yet! WATTERS: Good! Maybe He'll learn a thing or two from da champ! [Williams continues to beat the breaks off of poor Billy , who attempts to escape into the ring. Williams stops to exchange pleasantries with Sagawa, who responds with a finger. Betcha can't guess which one! MONSTER crowd pop!] CHANEY: And Sagawa is having none of it! He gives Chase the one fingered salute and tells him to get in the ring! Williams spits at Sagawa and rolls into the ring before Sagawa can react! Freddy is now just watching from ringside as Chase screams at him and points at the curtain! WATTERS: Sagawa is a disrespectful punk! He should take notes! or let the legend do what he does best! [Chase is still redfaced and jawing at Sagawa as James rolles up Chase from behind!] ...1!!! ...2!!! ...3!!? CHANEY: Noooooo! The ref is holding up two fingers and Chase is livid! He is already on his feet and stomping the life out of James! WATTERS: Now Chase is gonna Sagawa how a champ keeps his peasants in line! [Williams yanks James to his feet and absolutely _obliterates_ him with a rainmaker lariat He has dubbed the "Hand of God"] [Sympathy pop!] CHANEY: Williams just turned James into mush with lariat and now hes jawing with Sagawa again! WATTERS: He needs to go to the back Chaney he has no business being out here! [Williams drags the limp carcass of Billy James up and lifts him into a vertical suplex, showing off ridiculous power as he points at Sagawa, before burying James into the mat by dropping him into a cradle piledriver.!] [Major Heel Pop!] "_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____" CHANEY: Jesus, Mary and Joseph Chase just spiked Billy James with "Gods last Gift"! WATTERS: That is a move that is going to end some careers here! [The crowd erupts as instead of pinning James he pulls him up, again pointing at Nasawa!] CHANEY: Freddy Sagawa needs to leave ringside before Billy James gets killed! WATTERS: Sagawa is poking the wrong bear! [Sagawa jumps briefly onto the apron, Williams drags James towards him jawing the whole time. As he gets closer, Sagawa tries to blow mist in Williams face! He is barely able to avoid it as the crowd explodes!] CHANEY: Chase got too close and Sagawa tried to hit him with the mist! WATTERS: Chase was barely able to get out of the way and he has now rolled out of the ring and is after Sagawa! CHANEY: The ref is still counting! He's pointing to the timekeeper! CHASE JUST GOT COUNTED OUT!!! HAHAHA! [The crowd is having an absolute party as Williams loses his mind at ringside, Sagawa finally stops running and now the two men are brawling up the aisle.] WATTERS: Freddy Sagawa must have a deathwish! Chase is going to kill him! [The two re-appear, still brawling through the curtain, Chase gets the upper hand by virtue of size and throws Sagawa hard off a steel garag door and as he rebounds, Chase kicks him square in the balls, grabbing him into a front chancery he lifts him quickly, and drives him headfirst into the concrete with Gods last gift.!!!] "___CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!____" [HEEEEEEEEEELPOP!!!!!!!!!!!!] CHANEY: Oh No! No no no somebody get the medics back there! WATTERS: Thats what he gets for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong!y CHANEY: Chase Williams is here and the crowd is less than thrilled! WATTERS: Less than thrilled?!? They should be on their knees in reverance that the conceited one would even lower himself to be here tonight! [The crowd is extremely hateful as per usual as Chase just soaks it in, smirking, adjusting the cuff of his pastel pink dress shirt as he walks slowly to the ringside.]
[Windham Brody stands outside the back door of the scw arena. He paces around several times before he stops turns to the camera and speaks.] BRODY: seems like the question on everyone's mind is what happened to the Big Red Love Machine? Well I'm here to put everyone at ease. [Wicked smirk crosses his face.] BRODY: The answer is he did the smartest damn thing he ever did in his career by not showing up! He saw what he was facing and said "nope" leaving Gaines to be the sacrificial lamb to be slaughtered. [Rubs his hands together.] BRODY: Gaines, I'll give you credit to your guts. Of course they nearly got left all over the ring, but you got guts and you nearly had your moment with that DDT attempt but a moment was all it was. [Pushes his hair out of his eyes.] BRODY: Then the natural order of things took hold and yours truly left with his arm raised which is exactly what's going to happen this week with Chris Smith, the man who carries the nickname "big kid." [He pauses for a moment as if he's thinking about what to say then a sadistic smirk comes across his face.] BRODY: Well you know what they say - "the bigger they are, the harder they fall" and you my portly friend will make a deafening sound when you do just that. One that will be heard loud and clear all up and down my road. One that will lead grown men to shake their heads in disbelief and wonder "what's next?" [Looks at the camera burning a hole into it with his eyes] BRODY: What is next is another win, another cobblestone in place in my road to championship glory and the latest example of why Brody Rules [Cut Away.]
[The camera fades backstage and you see Caleb Foley stretching for his match later on tonight. Already dressed in his ring attire he bends down on his right knee. He blesses himself and bows his head. We can assume he is saying a prayer to himself. As he lifts his head up he notices the camera and stands up before he speaks...] FOLEY: Two weeks ago I made history by becoming the first man to get a victory in Southern Championship Wrestling. It is an honor and privilege that I will always remember. Then later that night I come to find out I am in Bracket A for the Lonestar Heavyweight Championship Tournament. [Brief pause by Caleb as he looks around.] FOLEY: I was kind of shocked to see who was in my bracket. Personally I would of rather face some of my old enemies like Chase Williams or Michael Wilson. I have a history with them and know what to expect when stepping in the ring with them. Or I would of love to have tangled with a legend like Sean Darring to prove that I am not the same Caleb Foley that had the fans behind him night in and night out in PVW. [Foley slowly turns his neck to the left and then quickly to the right as you hear the crack and a look of relief comes across the face.] FOLEY: But I will deal with what the cards have dealt me and tonight it starts against a man named Jed Johnson. Should I call him Double J? [Caleb smirks.] FOLEY: I did my research and have found out that Jed has been a traveling man for this sport. He has had matches all around the world and is known for being a cruiserweight bully according to my sources. [Just then The Informer walks by with a cup of coffee in his hands and Foley shakes his head as he begins to walk down a long corridor.] FOLEY: So I am dealing with a bully tonight? I have dealt with my fair share of bullies in my life and you know you guys are all the same. You are cocky, arrogant, full of yourselves and think you are unstoppable. Well I have news for you Jed your bullying ways end tonight. [You get a head shot of Caleb as you can tell he is getting amped up for his match. His face begins to turn bright red as he continues to speak.] FOLEY: I am going to be that annoying little gnat that keeps flying around the ring. It doesn't matter how many times you knock me down I will get back up each and every time and ask for another shot. And what will happen Jed is that it will get under your skin. It will annoy you. You will lose focus on what is at stake in this match. It is an opportunity to get a victory and that is when I will hit Air Dublin from out of nowhere for the ONE ... TWO ... THREE! [The camera zooms out as Caleb is now standing in front of a black curtain.] FOLEY: So go ahead Jed and hit me with your best shot because tonight the bully gets beat! [Screen cuts away.]
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: Caleb Foley is certainly primed and ready to start his Lonestar Title journey, Larry. WATTERS: He has had a taste of gold before and he obviously wants more of it. I can't blame him, just like I can't blame the Pirate of Bling and Tony Sweat for wanting some gold. CHANEY: Those two make their in-ring debut tonight in our next match. They will be taking on Thunder and Lightening! WATTERS: I haven't seen the Pirate and Tony perform in the ring, but I know they have to be able to take Thunder and Lightening. CHANEY: I guess we will see, as it's time to 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! Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred pounds, here are... T H U N D E R & L I G H T E N I N G ! ! ! [Loud claps of thunder are heard as the guitar riffs that open "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC are heard. The crowd is getting into it was another clap of thunder is heard and the team members step out from behind the curtain. They walk to the ring as the instrumental chorus of the song hits with loud guitar strums. They enter the ring and raise their arms to a decidedly lukewarm reaction.] CHANEY: There they are making their SCW debut, Larry. Thunder and Lightening! WATTERS: That is great, but only because I like this song. I'm surprised they didn't pick a song by Earth, Wind and Fire to enter with. CHANEY: Why is that? WATTERS: Well I figure a generic team deserves something from a generic group. CHANEY: There was nothing generic about how that group got down in the seventies. WATTERS: You weren't even old enough to remember music in those days, Chaney. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred- eighty pounds! Here are Tony Sweat and the Pirate of Bling.... S W E A T Y B L I N G ! ! ! ["Sweating for the Gold" by Dro begins to play over the loud speakers as both Tony Sweat and the Pirate of Bling step out from behind the curtain. They ignore the fans as they walk down to the ring, focusing on their opponents and the upcoming match. Tony is already dripping with sweat before he even gets to the ring and he does a double take to see an attractive lady near ringside, which sends a copious amount of sweat flying in thick drops onto some of the ringside fans and all of them freak out. The moment he takes a step toward her, the lady's face cringes in fear and she dips back into the sea of cheering fans. Tony shrugs it off with disappointment and steps onto the apron, following his partner into the ring.] CHANEY: Looks like Tony Sweat is STILL trying to find him a lady out there. You think it is the fact that he literally sweats so much? WATTERS: They just don't understand, Chaney. That sweat could be the best lube in certain situations. CHANEY: How disgusting, Crusher! WATTERS: Just stating the obvious, little man. Like stating these boys are going to tear Thunder and Lightening a pair of new ones tonight. [The referee tells the teams to decide on one man and get this one started. Lightening stays in the ring for his team, while Tony Sweat remains for Sweaty Bling.] CHANEY: Looks like the teams have their starters and this one is ready to begin! WATTERS: Double debut match right here! [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: And we have begun! Tony Sweat is looking to get his hands on Lightening and cause some damage. WATTERS: That is exactly what will happen if they do lock up. Tony is liable to do anything in there. [The pair lock up, and Tony immediately turns it into a side headlock, but Lightening slips out of his grasp just as quickly and begins to wipe himself like crazy about his head and neck. The fans begin to laugh at his reaction to Sweat's hold.] CHANEY: Whoa there! Lightening seems to have found out why Tony has troubles with the ladies! WATTERS: What an overractor! It isn't that bad. Get in there and fight! CHANEY: Tony is shining for crying out loud! The light glares off him. WATTERS: Do you realize how stupid you sound right now mocking him for his affliction? [Tony gets sick of it and rushes Lightening, dropping to a knee and just punching him in the groin. He stands to his feet nodding as Lightening drops to his knees in pain. The fans begin to boo, but Sweat waves his hand to dismiss them.] CHANEY: TONY SWEAT WITH A BLATANT LOW BLOW!!! That was uncalled for! WATTERS: I think after what Lightening did mocking him, it was perfectly alright. Teach the moron a lesson! CHANEY: He was just reacting! WATTERS: He was mocking! Learn the difference and it could very well save your life, Chaney! [Sweat lands a clubbing blow to the back of Lightening's neck, and then another. He grabs and whips his opponent into the corner where Lightening hits his chest hard on the turnbuckle and bounces back into a lariat to the back of the neck by Sweat.] CHANEY: Tony Sweat going to work on the neck. That was a nasty impact there, Larry. WATTERS: It was. For all the grief Tony Sweat gets about things, the man is not someone to mess with inside the squared circle. He can go. CHANEY: Lightening is learning that lesson right now. WATTERS: You better believe it! [Tony begins to stomp on the shoulder and neck area of Lightening as the referee tries to pull him off the cornered victim. Every time the referee grabs at Tony, his hands slip off. Finally, he yells loud enough to get Tony's attention and the stomping ends.] CHANEY: Tony Sweat finally stops the stomping and Lightening can finally recover a little. WATTERS: He better get the hell out of the ring while he can! The referee saved him there! CHANEY: Sweat is definitely in control right now, that much is for sure. WATTERS: And we may get to see the Pirate of Bling now! [Sweat pulls Lightening to his feet and leads him toward his partner in their corner. He tags out to the Pirate of Bling, who enters the ring and plants a boot in Lightening's exposed ribs as Sweat lets go of the raised arm.] CHANEY: The Pirate enters the ring and takes advantage of the opening provided by Tony Sweat! WATTERS: These two work well together. CHANEY: Indeed they do. You sound surprised by that. WATTERS: Well considering how very different they are, and how odd the Pirate of Bling seems based on his looks. But it works people! It works! [Sweat continues to nod as he stands and watches his partner pick up Lightening and perform a fallaway slam. Pirate stands to his feet and shares a moment with his partner before reaching down and picking Lightening up again for a second fallaway slam.] CHANEY: Fallaway slam by the PIrate of Bling and Lightening is in serious jeopardy right now. WATTERS: Yeah, I think they are just showing off right now. It is never too early to try and impress the ladies. CHANEY: You really think that is their mind set? WATTERS: Honestly? No.....well maybe Tony a little. The dude should be a babe hound! [The Pirate pulls Lightening up and goes for an Irish whip into the corner, but didn't pay attention to which one he directed the motion, sending Lightening into his own corner. Lightening hit the corner hard, but his hand did make contact with the hand of Thunder and the referee motioned that a tag had been made.] CHANEY: TAG OUT TO THUNDER!!! LIGHTENING MANAGED TO MAKE THE HOT TAG!!! WATTERS: I don't think Thunder even realized he got tagged until the referee motioned it had been done. You can't have a hot tag if the person being tagged is clueless. CHANEY: I don't think clueless is the right way to describe it. WATTERS: Oh, I'm so sorry. Attention depraved. Is that better? [Pirate shrugged it off as Thunder entered with a head of steam, but is stopped in his tracks by a jab to the throat from the Pirate of Bling. The fans begin booing immediately as Pirate then rakes Thunder's back after he jerks around from the throat jab.] CHANEY: He just jabbed him in the throat! That is illegal! WATTERS: He's a pirate. CHANEY: You can't use the fact he dresses as a pirate as an explanation for illegal behavior in the ring, Larry! WATTERS: Think about what you just said. The man is a PIRATE! Doesn't that pretty much mean he does what he wants? [Pirate almost seems giddy as he again rakes the back of his opponent. Thunder looks like his soul just got scratched from his body as the fans erupt in boos. The Pirate of Bling grabs Thunder from behind and lifts him with a belly-to-back suplex, crashing him in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: BIIIIGGGG Belly-to-back suplex by the Pirate of Bling! That had some real power in it, Larry. WATTERS: The guy can go. Both of them can. Don't be taken in by the way they act and dress. These guys are legit in there. CHANEY: Thunder in bad shape and it looks like the Pirate of Bling is read to end it. WATTERS: Nice knowing you "storm-boy!" [Pirate motioned to his partner that he has this under control and waits for Thunder to get to his feet before grabbing him for a nasty looking swinging neckbreaker.] CHANEY: SWINGING NECKBREAKER FROM THE PIRATE!!! WATTERS: He hooks the leg and this one should be over! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: SWEATY BLING WITH A CONVINCING VICTORY TONIGHT!!! WATTERS: It was never in doubt from the moment the bell rang, Chaney! [Tony Sweat enters the ring and pulls Thunder to his feet and throws him over the top rope and out of the ring. The fans are booing as the guys celebrate their victory and Tony starts pointing at yet another female he seems to have found in the crowd.] CHANEY: There goes Thunder out of the ring and Tony is already looking for a companion! WATTERS: I hope he gets lucky because this performance deserves some celebrating! CHANEY: Sweaty Bling sends a message tonight with this victory. WATTERS: And that message is that the gold will eventually be theirs! [Cut Away...]
[Steve Blaine is standing by with the Big Daddy lookalike, "Big Kid" Chris Smith, who seems to be shaking nervously or excitedly.] BLAINE: I may get a proper interview this time. I am with ‘Big Kid' Chris Smith ahead of his first round clash with Windham Brody in the Lonestar tournament. Chris, you lost to Alfie Button last week. How will that affect you going into tonight's all- important opener with Windham Brody? SMITH: I didn't lose to Alfie Button. What's your name again? BLAINE: Steve Blaine, sir. SMITH: Steve, do you remember when you were at school and about to win a game or draw a picture and a bigger kid came in and just KICKED the ball away at the last minute or DESTROYED your drawing just as it was finished? Do you? [Blaine nods.] SMITH: That's how I felt last week. BLAINE: With respect, Alfie had already beaten you before you then attacked him, prompting Kid Chameleon to come out and save the day. [Chris genuinely seems taken aback by Blaine's assessment of Rampage 1, even though it is accurate.] SMITH: You work for THEM, don't you? BLAINE: I work for SCW. SMITH: No, no, no. THEY have gotten to you. Kid Chameleon, Alfie Button - you can run, but you can't hide. In fact, you can and I advise you to NOT stick your nose in my match with Windham Brody tonight or I'll crush you both again, like I have EVERY time I have faced EITHER of you, like I did last week. Any more questions? [Just as Blaine is about to say yes, Smith covers the microphone with his hand, glares at Blaine and looks him dead in the eye.] SMITH: I didn't think so. [The scene cuts away.]
*****S M A C K ! ! !***** [The loud crashing sound of a door hitting a cement wall is heard and the camera swivels quickly to see "Good" Gordon Gaines not looking so "good." He is dressed in his wrestling gear, but has a piece of paper in his hands and looks annoyed.] GAINES: WHERE'S HANK? [He looks around a bit and walks over to the end of the room, peering around the corner. He turns around even more annoyed than he already was.] GAINES: SONUVABITCH!!! [As if summoned out of nowhere, The Informer suddenly stands next to the irate wrestler and begins to speak.] INFORMER: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Informer here with another special report from the locker room area here in The Phoenix Arena. [Gordon realizes that he is next to him and looks at him with confusion and anger.] GAINES: Who the hell are you? [The smile can be seen from the mouth hole in the mask.] INFORMER: I'm The Informer! I get the news because I get there first! Tell me, my friend, why are you so angry? GAINES: Why do you care? INFORMER: THE PEOPLE! I care because they care! Now tell us all, Mr. Gaines, what has you so turned about right now so close to your match tonight? [Gordon realizes that this may be the only chance to air his issue and takes a deep breath, which seems to almost calm him down a notch before he speaks.] GAINES: You see, last Rampage I was here, but not scheduled. That is the norm for me because my contract states I have to be here. And out of nowhere, I get told to go to the ring and wrestle. INFORMER: And the problem is? [The face of Gaines contorts as the anger rises up again.] GAINES: THE PROBLEM? The problem is that Big Red decided to not show up. That is a shock in itself, but then I get to the ring and get laid to waste by Windham Brody! Who could be prepared for that kind of match on no notice at all? So I decided that tonight I was taking the night off and going to let Big Red take my place in this match against O'Brien! [He chuckles a bit.] GAINES: I mean fair is fair, right? [There is a pause as Informer slowly moves the microphone back toward his face.] INFORMER: My friend, I have some news for you... GAINES: What now? INFORMER: Big Red Love Machine is not here tonight. GAINES: He's...... INFORMER: NOT HERE! Correct! GAINES: But all of our contracts say the same thing. He must be here...he *HAS* to be here! INFORMER: BUT he is not! GAINES: What the hell is going on around here? [Gaines just stands there almost talking to himself. His lips are moving slightly, but no sound is actually coming out of his mouth. Whatever is happening in this conversation now is inside his head. Informer waits a bit and pulls the microphone back.] INFORMER: And on that note, More news to come! [Informer walks away, leaving Gaines still muttering.] GAINES: Something is up or I'm being royally screwed here. Guess I have no choice, but to go and take down O'Brien. [Gordon walks away as the screen fades out.]
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: Looks like Gordon Gaines is still fuming over being thrown to the wolves last Rampage after Big Red Love Machine no showed. WATTERS: The "Wolves" being one massive beatdown from Windham Brody! I can't blame him for being angry, I'd be pissed off too! CHANEY: And fans we still don't know what happened to Big Red Love Machine! He hasn't been seen or heard from since before the first Rampage! WATTERS: Looks like "Big Red" may have gained a little yellow streak! CHANEY: I doubt that! WATTERS: He didn't show up to fight! That is enough for me. He isn't like Freddie Sagawa who looks for a fight any and everywhere he can! CHANEY: Speaking of Sagawa, we have heard that he was transported to Methodist Hospital and we hope to have more information on that later in the broadcast. WATTERS: Talk about an exchange! And to think in a few weeks Sagawa and Williams have to square off in the Lonestar Title Tournament! CHANEY: That may be one that needs extra security for sure! WATTERS: Prison guards perhaps! Both of them are wild men! CHANEY: And that brings us to our next tournament match as Windham Brody gets to take on another man with some considerable girth, "Big Kid" Chris Smith! WATTERS: This is a match that could cause that ring to move around! Both of these guys are hosses in every way! CHANEY: And one of them will take a big step forward toward that Lonestar Title! WATTERS: I don't think I can bear this one as both are worth putting the belt on! CHANEY: Watch you must, Larry! It is time to head to the ring and get this one started! [As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we hear Chaney start talking.] CHANEY: We've got first round action next... [Suddenly, the arena fades into darkness, except for some mobile phones eagerly hoisted into the air, waiting to see what or who has caused the temporary blackout.] #MY LOVE HAS GOT NO MONEY, HE'S GOT HIS STRONG BELIEFS.# [The line is repeated four times, the SCW Arena bouncing, not because of who is coming out, but merely because our audience members love the iconic 90s anthem.] WATTERS: Oh, no. [Alfie Button did get SOME cheers upon arriving on the scene.] WATTERS: What is he doing here? CHANEY: I believe he's joining us for commentary. WATTERS: What?! You didn't say anything about a special guest commentator. CHANEY: Commentators. WATTERS: As in...? CHANEY: The plural of commentator - more than one. WATTERS: Anyone would think you were an English teacher in Spain. [By this point, Alfie reaches the desk having headed down the aisle, slapping supporters' hands with high-fives. The extravagantly-dressed performer, a purple fur coat with tights of various pinks, blues, yellows and an abundance of colors, shakes hands with Eric Chaney.] BUTTON: 'ow's it goin', Eric? CHANEY: Welcome Alfie. [Alfie extends his hand to Watters, who looked down on it and Button nods, effectively repeating the gesture and Larry eventually accepted the gesture.] BUTTON: That wasn't 'ard, was it? [While Button puts his headset on, an orchestra version of Super Marios Bros. theme, which Alfie recognizes, plays to mark the arrival of Kid Chameleon, who saved Alfie Button from Chris Smith during Smith's post-match assault.] BUTTON: What's goin' on 'ere, then? [Chameleon pops his headset on and doesn't acknowledge anyone at the table, who all look at one another, wondering what's going on.] CHANEY: Kid Chameleon and Alfie Button have joined us on commentary and something tells me one of them will be a lot more vocal than the other. WATTERS: Talk about stating the obvious. [It is Chris Smith's turn to walk out, tentatively, as he receives boos for his actions after assaulting Alfie, who defeated Smith following the Season Finale 720 DDT on the inaugural Rampage. Smith exhibits an odd mix of fear and fury, visibly annoyed that Button and Chameleon are so close to the action. He enters the ring and looks down over the rope at Chameleon and then Button.] CHANEY: This could get tense. WATTERS: It already is, Chaney. BUTTON: Want some, big fella? Anytime, mate. Smith: Brought your friend to fight your battles? BUTTON: Don't need anyone, I battered ya last time out. No offence, Kid. [Smith almost vacates the squared circle to confront Alfie, who stands up and that gees the crowd up. However, 13 by Danzig airs and the imposing sight of Windham Brody grabs Smith's attention, who turns round, though not before a parting shot.] Smith: You're fortunate. BUTTON: You're the lucky one, mate. [Smith can't help but peer over the top rope and glare at not one, but TWO of his rivals on commentary and is still distracted even as the bell sounds to signal that this one is officially underway, not that you'd know it on Smith's part.] CHANEY: Brody storms in like a mack truck... WATTERS: HE's watching, you know... CHANEY: Who? Smith JUST avoids contact and puts Brody in the corner. Kick by Smith...and another...make it three. But, he's somewhat distracted by our guests. BUTTON: So unprofessional, eh? WATTERS: You shouldn't be out here, but I actually agree. CHRIS!!! [Larry's call fell on deaf ears: Brody swivels Smith around and stomps a mudhole in him, Chris hapless to resist Windham's overwhelming assault. Windham scoops Smith up from the bottom ropes and follows up with an Irish whip.] CHANEY: Not many people can handle Smith as easily as this. WATTERS: Don't our guests know it. Neither of them have ever been able to do this to Chris. BUTTON: It's early doors, geezer. CHANEY: Chris explodes out of the corner with a clothesline! CHAMELEON: Leisure Suit Larry - did he ever tell you... WATTERS: Hey, you speak. What did you call me? CHANEY: Meanwhile, in the ring, Chris doesn't even collect a two from the lateral press. [A reverse chinlock slows the tempo down considerably. Smith couldn't help but look over at our 4-strong commentary team.] CHANEY: Windham is rallying back, he's up to his feet...Brody shoves Smith into the ropes - a rebound forearm smash. WATTERS: You ate a few of them last week, didn't you? BUTTON: Yeah, would you like me to show you one right now? WATTERS: Wh... BUTTON: Sit down and don't embarrass yasel, ya codger. [Windham picks Smith up, impressive in itself, and tries a Snake Eyes, but Smith slips out of the back door and pushes Body into the turnbuckles..] CHANEY: A receipt in the form of a rebound forearm smash. BUTTON: Great shout, E. CHANEY: Thank you, Alfie. Now, Smith lifts Brody onto the second rope...headbutt by Brody sends Smith to the ground. [The audience gets excited as Brody comes down off the second rope with double knees...] BUTTON: Misses by an absolute mile. [Chris Smith is up, wrenching on the leg before 'making a wish' on Brody's behalf.] WATTERS: I like both of these guys in the ring, and yes, a hell of a lot more than these two morons beside me. BUTTON: Watch 'oo ya callin' a moron or I'll superkick you into retirement quicker than Boris Becker does 'is business in a broom cupboard. (4 repeated stomps to the knee by Smith have Windham understandably worried. Chris then takes Brody to the rope closest towards the commentary table, draping Windham's left leg over the bottom rope.] CHANEY: Does it again as Smith catches Chameleon and Button's gaze down by me. Now, he gets his head back in the game, but it's too late! Windham shoves Smith's near 400-pound frame over the top rope and down to the floor in front of us. WATTERS: This could get interesting really quickly, look at these two guys squirm now Chris is here, they don't want to know... BUTTON: Ah'm chompin' at the bit, guvnor. [Windham gets up and is clearly limping, but that doesn't deter him from coming to the outside. In fact, Smith is right next to the table and Chaney stands up, which Watters berates him for while Chameleon is left unmoved.] WATTERS: He's not going to mess wth the table, Chaney. Sit down! [Windham has a wry smile as he rams Smith's head into the desk and then takes Smith back towards the ring, rolling Chris in before following him back.] BUTTON: They didn't want any of me. WATTERS: You say that when they're a mile away. [Windham is a tad slow returning to the battelground, which allows Chris to cut him off with a kick. A suplex attempt by Smith, which is blocked. Brody reverses it.] CHANEY: Great reversal by Brody. WATTERS: It is NOT easy to do that to 'Big Kid.' Isn't that right, Alfie? BUTTON: No, because he 'eighs a ton. Eric, did Larry mention my speed, agility or anyfing when I beat Chris Smith last week? CHANEY: No, I don't believe he did. BUTTON: Cheers, Larry. [Meanwhile, a swinging neckbreaker by Brody. And the raw hoss isn't finished there.] CHANEY: Sidewalk slam. Windham's going up to the second rope. WATTERS: That doesn't look good for Smith - or anyone on the SCW roster. CHANEY: Diving fist drop! One...Two... WATTERS: Nearly had it, but a big congratulations to 'Big Kid' on kicking out. Hey Alfie, Smith's resilient, but Windham's beating him easier than you did. [Windham stands Smith up - short-arm clothesline] CHANEY: Wait, Smith turns it into a backdrop driver! [A double down commences. To spare you the boredom of me proving I can count, we'll catch this back at five with both competitors stirring. They're both up on six and another running clothesline by Brody is ducked by Smith, but Brody hits the ropes on the other side.] WATTERS: BIG BOOT BY BIG KID!!! BUTTON: Maybe I wasn't so bad after all. WATTERS: No... CHAMELEON: No, YOU suck, Leisure Suit. WATTERS: IT speaks? [Smith sends Brody to the right hand side of the squared circle and follows in with a kitchen sink. A whip back to where they came from, Smith jogs to the middle of the ring and waits for the boomerang Brody to rebound into his waiting arms, no, this isn't a rom- com.) CHANEY: POP-UP SAMOAN DROP! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRR............................KICKOUT!!! WATTERS: Smith picks Brody up off the mat and is about to lift him into the air, clearly seeking his trademark SCHOOL'S OUT - vertical suplex side slam, but Windham seems wise to that, so Chris changes Larry Tact., but a punch from Brody paves the way for...] CHANEY: Chokeslam by Windham from leftfield! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRREEE........................KICKOUT!!! WATTERS: Smith JUST gets out of there. Brody picks Smith up....LARIAT!!!] CHANEY: Surely it! WATTERS: It could have been, but I think Brody wants to make sure. [Instead of going for the cover...ROAD TO HELL!!! CHANEY: Looks like you were right, Larry. WATTERS: I'm ALWAYS right, Chaney. ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: Twenty-five points for Windham Brody with an impressive performance. Larry, I felt that was a test, but Windham passed it with flying colors and made a tricky match easier than it should have been. Is that testament to Windham or was it an off- night for Chris? WATTERS: Both, Eric. Brody's a real prospect. Yes, he's rough around the edges and raw, but he has so much strength and determination and that always gives him a chance. You need to be on your game to deal with him, and Chris wasn't concentrating because of these two here. CHANEY: Isn't that Smith's fault? WATTERS: Yes, I guess. Their presence didn't help, but if you're going to be a main eventer and a world champion, you have to deal with everything and Chris didn't do that tonight. He's experienced, but not not mature enough himself and he also fought Windham's fight. He didn't make it different or difficult for Windham, he didn't utilize his own size and didn't build on the brief moments he had. He'll be going home disappointed. He lost tonight, he can't run away from that one. BUTTON: Not like the last one. Anyway, lads, a pleasure. CHAMELEON: Bye. CHANEY: See you. WATTERS: And, he did it A LOT easier than Alfie Button did last week. CHANEY: I wish you'd say that while he was here. WATTERS: Luckily for him, I didn't. CHANEY: A wonderful win for Windham Brody. Next week, Tripp Sylark meets Gazi in the other Group B encounter. Meanwhile, it is Skylark next for Brody on Rampage four and Chris Smith will try to get his championship challenge back on track against Gazi on Rampage five. WATTERS: It's Windham Brody's group to lose. [The screen starts to fade as it cuts away.]
[The screen cuts to a black screen, but a voice is heard.] JOHNSON: 'To wrestle...' [We see 5'8 Jed Johnson, a white singlet and blue trunks, place someone in a grinding side headlock] JOHNSON: To fight by pushing and holding someone... [During the same match, a collar-and-elbow tie-up is negotiated, Jed pushing his opponent back to the corner.] JOHNSON: But without using your fists, especially as a sport. [Following on from the previous sequence, Jed observes the break enforced by the official.] JOHNSON: This is still a sport. Unfortunately, guys my size don't know a dictionary from their... [We hear Jed laugh over the top of the same match as his opponent crashes and burns with a big-time shooting star press.] JOHNSON: It's time to stop the flips, the gymnastics and jumping around. [Four snap suplexes chained together smoothly and seamlessly.] JOHNSON: Great competitor. The Celtic Crippler is a cool moniker, but when he faces me, I'll mock him for that while he's tied up like a bank manager in a raid. [Jed is seen mocking an in-agony opponent with a bow and arrow hold executed flawlessly.] JOHNSON: Jed Johnson is going to put the 'W' in SCW. [JJ with a lateral press, nodding along to a referee's count until the decisive 3.] JOHNSON: And put his first 'W' on the board against Caleb Foley too. [His arm raised in triumph as the scene fades out.]
[The camera cut from Chaney's face at ringside as another camera opened up back stage to show Tess Wiley with a microphone in hand, and a half hearted smile on her face as she opened up.] WILEY: "Ladies and gentlemen ..... Michael Wilson." [With that introduction, into the camera walked Michael Wilson to an eruption of mixed reactions from the crowd on hand. Wilson, dressed with his self-made 'IN HEEL WE TRUST,' Heel Nation tee-shirt snuggly fitting his toned upper torso. His hands wrapped firmly abound with some white tape, as he raised his taped right hand to his scruffy dirty blonde beard, stroking it briefly. His long dirty blonde locks were drenched and slicked back, as his ends dripped onto his tee-shirt. His jaw moved side to side as he chewed a piece of gum, while his icy blue eyes were covered by a pair of blacked out Oakley sunglasses. Wilson moved his hand from his beard up to his sunglasses and slowly removed them, folding them up and slipping them onto the neck hole of his shirt. Wilson's lower body was dressed in a pair of glossy black trunks, with a white and red lines running down the sides. His glossy black boots were laced all the way up to his knees, where they were greeted with a pair of black knee pads. Wilson's icy blue eyes shut for a moment as he took in a long breath, then glanced down at Tess Wiley.] WILSON: "Why are you dressed like that? Come on, darling. Show the people a little something. They came for a show, you know." [Wilson gave a cocky smile as he chewed away at his stick of gum. Tess glanced up at him and gave a roll of her eyes while shaking her head. Tess placed the microphone to her lips and engaged the interview.] WILEY: "So .. you're supposed to be this big hot shot here in SCW, correct? I saw the numbers, I didn't see any tee shirts sold for you at last Rampage, I did see your opponent this evening almost sell out though..." [Wilson quirked a brow and gave a Cheshire cat like grin, nodding slowly, as Tess raised the microphone up to his lips.] WILSON: "A smartass, eh? I like that. That's why I chose you to interview me, instead that other moron that wanders around back here. As for me being a big hot shot? You're god damned right about that, Tessie. I was brought here to put even more asses in the seats. I was brought here to help secure any and all future television deals and sponsorships. I was brought here, because, I am in fact ... the Best Ever." [Tess gave a nod, and went to bring the microphone back down to her lips; Wilson gave a shake of his head and stopped her while bringing her hand with the microphone back up to his lips.] WILSON: "No one just interrupts me, Tessie. You see ...I'm not like the rest of this roster. I'm not like the rest of the wrestling industry. I do what I want. I say what I want. Whenever I want. You want to talk about tee-shirt sales? Pat Gordon couldn't sell out, what? Two hundred tee-shirts? I've sold out Madison Square Garden. I could give a damn less about how many tee-shirts Patsy Gordon sold, didn't sell, made, didn't make. At the end of the day? His merchandise is the nothing but toilet paper to me, in fact, that's probably what ended up happening last Rampage, the Phoenix ran out of toilet paper. That's the only way Patsy Gordon and that other hack, Caleb Foley sold anything." [Wilson paused for a brief moment as he garnered the mixed reaction from the crowd on hand. Some people loved Wilson, some people despised Wilson. That was nothing new to the megastar. Wilson chewed his gum for a moment, and looked down at Tess before proceeding.] WILSON: "Tessie, I told you the reasons I was brought here ...I'm a global talent, known worldwide. Do you and everyone else here want to know the reason I actually came to SCW? Because, I'll tell you this ... It isn't about the money. I haven't needed money since I beat the brakes off of Dominick Shore to become World Champion in some other shit show. It isn't about the recognition. I haven't needed recognition since I reigned as World Champion for FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS!" [Wilson obviously began to get a bit emotional as he paused for a brief moment, grinning for a split second and carrying on.] WILSON: "I didn't come here to deal with politics and puppets. I came here for one simple thing. To wrestle. To do what I do best, to put on a show that is like no other. To beat anyone in my path from obtaining whatever I desire. To beat those people from pillar to post. I came here to win. I do what it takes, and I carry every company I've ever worked for on my shoulders. I'm the Franchise. I'm the Face. I'm the Best Ever. I'm what it takes to be Great. I'm not riding coat tails of anyone who groomed me in this industry, and my accomplishments aren't some mythical, made up non sense. Tessie, are you familiar with the saying Be like Mike?" [Tess gave a half laugh, before bringing the microphone down to her lips and responding.] WILEY: "Is it my turn now? Yes ...I've heard the saying. I believe it pertains to Nike and Michael Jor..." [Wilson raised a hand, cutting her off in mid sentence and pulling the microphone back to his parting lips.] WILSON: "This ain't basketball, Tessie. Be Like Mike, in the wrestling industry, revolves around me. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry want to be the next Michael Wilson. That's what it's all about. You know why that's the case, Tess? Because I'm self made. No one gave me anything in this business, and in SCW ...No one is going to take anything from me either. Tonight, in the Rampage main event ...Pat Gordon Junior, Pat Gordon Senior, Jeff Gordon, Pat Gordon the Fourth, fifth, or sixth … It doesn't matter." [Tess perked up a bit as she looked as if she wanted to ask a question, Wilson obliged as she brought the microphone down to her lips.] WILEY: "So, correct me if I'm wrong here, Michael ...but you're stating that Pat Gordon Junior essentially stands absolutely zero chance tonight against you in the main event? That's what you're telling me and all the fans of SCW?" [Wilson shook his head side to side slowly, as Tess raised the microphone back to his parting lips.] WILSON: "Tessie, Tessie, Tessie ...What I'm stating is nothing but truth and facts. Patsy Gordon could have his cousins, brothers, uncles, sisters, mother, father ...Tessie, Pattie can summon SANTA CLAUS HIMSELF, ALONG WITH RUDOLPH, THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN, BIG FOOT, LITTLE FOOT, PRANCER, DANCER, DONNER, AND BLITZEN ...HELL, HAVE SANTA BRING ALL HIS ELVES FROM THE NORTH POLE WITH HIM..." [Wilson paused and flashed that cocky Cheshire cat-like grin once more before continuing.] WILSON: "It's all going to end the same. You see, tonight it's Pattie, and all his little mythical friends from the North Pole. Next Rampage it's someone else, and so on, and so on. Until I brand the SCW the way I want it, Tessie..." [Wilson took a second and held out his hands, his taped palms facing up, as he looked at Tess with his icy blue orbs.] WILSON: "Until I possess the Lonestar Championship ...It's simply, Greatness to Reality, baby." [Wilson then quickly placed one palm on his well toned chest, and with his other hand began pointing passionately downward with his pointer finger..] WILSON: "Because in THIS business ... in THIS industry ...There is only FOUR words that will resound and ring true in ANY city, state, or venue you go to ...I don't lie, I'm not some story teller from the sticks trying to make it in the big city, I've earned respect through my blood and sweat in every ring I've ever performed in, and I've amassed legions of followers who live, and breath those FOUR words.." [Wilson looked away from Tess Wiley for a moment and into the lens of the camera as he slowly mouthed those four words.] WILSON: "IN ...HEEL ...WE ...TRUST." [Wilson turned to Tess and shot a wink before turning back to the camera and spitting his chewed piece of gum into the lens. Wilson then slowly exited off camera, as Tess stood with a puzzled look on her face.] WILEY: "...Interesting, to say the least. Back to you guys, Eric." [The camera feed back stage cut off and reopened ringside with Eric Chaney at the announcer's table..]
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: I can honestly say that I didn't expect that right there, Larry? WATTERS: What? CHANEY: Michael Wilson has been notoriously silent for a long time. He has wrestled here and there, but never truly allowed his voice to be heard and now he had plenty to say toward Pat Gordon and the rest of the field! WATTERS: Let me tell you something, Chaney, Michael Wilson is a true talent. I don't mean one of these talented guys that we sign and hope he develops. He is a true talent. A World Champion of record-setting proportions. The fact that he opened his mouth tells you where he wants to be and what he wants to do. The rest of SCW ought to be a little afraid if he is that motivated. CHANEY: He's in our main event tonight against Pat Gordon Jr in their first match within the Group of Death, Group D! WATTERS: And Gordon better be mindful because this guy can match him hold for hold. That will be something special in that main event! CHANEY: But before we get to that main event, we have the debut of Davey-boy O'Brien! Keegan hand-picked his opponent and chose Gordon Gaines to be the man O'Brien takes on in his first match. WATTERS: Not a bad choice when you think about it. However, I don't think Keegan took Gaines' anger toward management and Big Red Love Machine into account. This may not go as he hopes. CHANEY: Only one way to find out and that is to take it 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! Introducing first, from El Paso, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred-forty-one pounds. Here is... "G O O D" G O R D O N G A I N E S ! ! ! [""Blaze of Glory" by Bon Jovi begisn to play and Gordon Gaines walks out from behidn the entrance curtain. Gaines is wearing his blue wrestling tights and a black suit jacket as he walks down to the ring looking focused as ever. He gets in the ring and raises his arms to a modest pop from the Dallas crowd.] CHANEY: Gaines finally gets his entrance music played, Crusher. WATTERS: I still always figure he will do a little chippendale dance with that jacket he wears. CHANEY: That is mean, Larry. WATTERS: He just needs that little bow tie they wear. CHANEY: How would you know about that anyway? WATTERS: Your mother told me. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by wrestling legend Keegan, hailing from The Journey's End, Scotland and weighing in at one hundred-ninety-three pounds. Here is the Scottish Terrier himself.... D A V E Y - B O Y O' B R I E N ! ! ! [The iconic saxophone tune of "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty echoes throughout the arena. There are some in the crowd who are aware of who this music belongs to so we can hear a few good cheers. Shortly after the music begins, "The Scottish Terrier" Davey-Boy O'Brien emerges from the entrance tunnel clad in a white wind-breaker with the words "Journey's End" with a silhouette of presumably Davey locking in the submission move by the same name.] CHANEY: This youngster has a bright future here in SCW. WATTERS: We'll see. If he wastes time pandering to the sheep, then he will be the one who gets slaughtered. [As Davey makes his way down the ramp, he tags a few hands until he reaches the ring stairs. He jobs up the stairs before pivoting once he reaches the apron so he can back his way across the apron, putting him in perfect position to wipe his feet off on the apron and stepping through the ropes in a fairly quick motion. He immediately walks across the ring, steps up onto the ropes, and hooks his leg over the top rope before grabbing each end of his mustache twirling it then pulling letting his arms swing out to some approval from the Dallas crowd. He dismounts the ropes then takes his corner as he removes his wind-breaker.] CHANEY: Such a positive thinker, aren't you, Larry? WATTERS: I just know how this business works. Remember, I've been around a very long time in this industry. Not much will surprise me. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: The fans seem to like both of these men in there, and I can't say I blame them. WATTERS: They don't like O'Brien. They like the guy with him. He's using Keegan as a crutch to get cheers. CHANEY: Seriously? WATTERS: Look at it! Just look! [O'Brien leans over the top rope and gets some last-second advice from Keegan as Gaines stands ready in the middle of the ring. After a bit, Gaines yells that the bell has rung and they need to get going already.] CHANEY: Gordon Gaines seems a little anxious to get this one going. WATTERS: Well last Rampage he didn't get much advance notice, so I think he is more than ready this time. CHANEY: You saying he has a lot to prove. WATTERS: I think he believes he does. [O'Brien walks up and Gaines reaches out a hand. Davey looks at his hand and then over to Keegan, who nods approvingly. O'Brien then reaches his hand out and shakes it as the fans cheer a sign of respect between the performers.] CHANEY: I love good sportsmanship! This is what it is all about, Larry! WATTERS: All I know is either of these idiots would have gotten a thumb in the eye if they tried that stuff with me. CHANEY: I'm sure. But you liked to play fast and loose with the rules when you wrestled. WATTERS: I liked to win. Period. [The circle around and lunge in for the typical tie-up and begin trying to gain an advantage. O'Brien is shorter and smaller, but uses his stature to keep from being overrun. Finally, Davey-boy drops down and uses his right foot to flip Gaines over and onto the mat.] CHANEY: What technique by Davey-boy! He made his smaller size an advantage! WATTERS: Chaney, when a guy has a lower center of gravity it really *IS* an advantage at times. The only times it isn't is when a giant guy gets hold of you. Gaines is bigger, but he isn't a beast. [O'Brien grabs his wrist above his head and quickly dives back down and drops an elbow onto Gaines' forehead. This stuns the bigger man and allows Davey-boy to get back to his feet and do it again.] CHANEY: Elbow drops by O'Brien. He is using some speed there. WATTERS: He has to. Keegan has taught him what works and he is using that knowledge. CHANEY: So you say Keegan is a good mentor? WATTERS: I'm not talking about him. I have bad memories there. [O'Brien picks Gaines up by the ear and gets him to his feet. Then he sends him into the ropes for an Irish Whip. Davey drops his head for a back drop only for Gaines to go old school and stop himself, drop to his back and land a punch right on the nose that staggers Davey back into the corner.] CHANEY: Rookie mistake by O'Brien! WATTERS: Veterans make that mistake sometimes as well. It is a timing issue and can be fixed, but if he doesn't learn, he'll pay dearly for it. CHANEY: Did you make that mistake in your early days. WATTERS: Never! [Keegan is near the corner telling Davey he dropped his head too early as his charge is feeling his nose a bit. Gaines gets up and rushes the corner with a double axe-handle, but O'Brien moves and he hits nothing but turnbuckle.] CHANEY: GAINES LANDS ON NOTHING BUT TURNBUCKLE!!! WATTERS: O'Brien grabs him from behind with a backslide! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW...................GAINES POWERS OUT!!! CHANEY: Gordon Gaines nearly lost in a flurry there, Crusher! WATTERS: Gaines needs to calm down a bit and get his bearings. I like where his head is at right now, but he can't rush against a faster opponent. CHANEY: You think the beatdown he took last time from Windham Brody weighs on his mind. WATTERS: I think it has him pissed. I know it would me! [Gaines gets up almost immediately, but eats a knee to his face that stuns him. Keegan claps on the outside as Davey pulls Gordon up to his feet and nails him with a European uppercut from the right arm, then one from the left, then another from the right, before he spins around and lands a discuss forearm shiver that sends Gaines careening into the corner.] CHANEY: A SQUARE GO! O'BRIEN IS ON FIRE!!! WATTERS: Gaines is leaving this kid too many openings. Very disappointing to me. CHANEY: Davey-Boy has control and you have to wonder if he will take advantage or continue playing to the fans. WATTERS: Uhm, Chaney? It isn't just the fans. Look up there! [Davey-boy hears the cheers of the fans and pauses to smile to them and raise his hands to egg them on a bit. He looks up at the entrance aisle and sees El Gringo Loco standing there and watching. EGL nods toward the youngster and O'Brien returns the favor respectfully. Keegan is unhappy with this as he wants him to stay focused. O'Brien looks at his mentor and gives him a double thumbs up as the fans cheer again.] CHANEY: El Gringo Loco is watching the match! Could he be scouting the youngster to offer him a spot in the Loco Cartel? WATTERS: It would be a great move for him. No more of this pre-match handshake crap. CHANEY: You have to wonder if the history between Gringo Logo and Keegan plays a role. WATTERS: Never know. O'Brien may be having a moment and he should take advantage of it both in the ring and out of it. [Davey gets to the corner and grabs Gaines for a whip across the way, but Gaines reverses the whip and then yanks Davey-boy back in with a nasty short-arm lariat. Gaines put so much into the move that he dropped to a knee after the impact.] CHANEY: WHAT A LARIAT BY GORDON GAINES!!! WATTERS: I think he nearly took the kid out of his boots there! CHANEY: A veteran move by the "Good one" and now it is anybody's match yet again! WATTERS: That was a great equalizer for sure. [Gordon pulls Davey-boy to his feet and whips him across the ring into the ropes. O'Brien ducks the clothesline attempt on the rebound and jumps to the ropes after the pass and propels himself off the middle rope and lands a springboard European uppercut that staggers Gaines back into the corner.] CHANEY: REVERSAL BY O'BRIEN!!! What an uppercut that was, Larry! WATTERS: He has a knack for coming up with surprising change-ups. CHANEY: Are you saying something impresses you about this kid? WATTERS: I'm saying that he is always fighting from behind and having to do things like that. If he was smart, he would gain an advantage and be working to keep it instead. A place of strength is easier and preferable to a place of weakness. [O'Brien jumps to his feet and rushes over and leaps into the air to go for a splash, but Gaines catches him in mid air and runs to the opposite corner and smashes his back against the turnbuckles. He then spins and drops him with a belly-to-belly suplex into the center of the ring. Keegan throws his hands up, knowing the mistake his client just made.] CHANEY: BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX BY GAINES!!! And the pendulum swings again! WATTERS: These two are just throwing it all out against each other. CHANEY: Respect is on the line! WATTERS: And that is about all they will have if they beat the crap out of each other in this one. [Gaines stands and measures Davey-boy before dropping the left knee right into his forehead. Gordon continues his assault by pulling O'Brien up and lifting him into his shoulders before turning and dropping him with a modified juvi-driver.] CHANEY: JUVI-DRIVER AND GAINES MAY HAVE THIS ONE!!! WATTERS: He hooks a leg! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRRRRRR.................KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Davey-boy survives! WATTERS: That was a nasty impact though. Gaines may have tilted the balance in his favor for good, Chaney! CHANEY: I'm not sure that the size difference will allow O'Brien to survive many more like that. WATTERS: And Gaines knows it. Look for him to use his power advantage in a big way now. [Gaines shakes his head. Not because he doesn't believe the referee's count, but because he knows he should have done more before going for the pin attempt. Gaines gets up and reaches to pull O'Brien to his feet. He almost literally throws him into the corner and then backs up to take a run at the smaller man...] CHANEY: O'BRIEN MOVES AND GAINES SPEARS THE RING POST!!! WATTERS: I heard him hit the post all the way over here! That was nasty! CHANEY: We were talking about power moves and Gaines went for it. WATTERS: Thing is he relinquished control the moment he tried to run up and nail anything. He should have kept hold of the kid and he could have pummeled him into the mat! CHANEY: Perhaps. WATTERS: No perhaps about it! Gaines screwed up and now he may have injured his shoulder! [Keegan slams his hands against the ring apron as Davey-Boy turns to see Gaines slowly getting out of the corner and holding that left shoulder. O'Brien goes over and acts as if he will punch, but it was just to get Gaines to take his left hand to block. O'Brien grabs that left arm and twists it quickly into the Jim Breaks Special hold.] CHANEY: JOURNEY'S END!!! HE HAS IT LOCKED IN!!! WATTERS: He needs more leverage! [Davey-boy uses his shorter size to get under and get the hold into the air and Gaines immediately yelps out and nods his head as the referee begins to call for the bell with both hands.] CHANEY: THAT'S IT!!! GAINES SUBMITTED AND O'BRIEN GETS THE VICTORY!!! WATTERS: I cannot believe Gaines tapped out like that! CHANEY: You said it yourself that he may have injured his shoulder. That hold really puts the torque on that joint. WATTERS: I know it. I have both used it and had it used on me. CHANEY: Of course you have....did you submit. WATTERS: Hell no! I'd rather have my arm torn off, Chaney! [O'Brien releases the hold and raises his arms as Keegan enters the ring to congratulate his charge. The fans cheer both men for the hard fought contest and Gaines is left rubbing his shoulder near the corner, knowing he had a great chance to win tonight. Keegan and Davey-boy look up and they see EGL clapping and his mouth can be read as saying "bueno" over and over as he backs out through the curtain and exits.] CHANEY: El Gringo Loco seems impressed by Davey-boy O'Brien tonight, just like the rest of Dallas. WATTERS: The kid showed some potential, but what he does with it remains to be seen. CHANEY: It is great to see him garner a win though. What a night for this youngster! WATTERS: Go have a cold one and get laid, kiddo. You earned it, I guess. [The screen fades and then quickly cuts away...]
[El Principe is about to be interviewed Steve Blaine when Principe snatches the microphone out of his hand.] EL PRINCIPE: Puta madre! No hablas espanol, asi que no hay razon para que estes aqui. Voy a hablar con mi publico. [Principe glares daringly at Blaine to re-enter the shot. When the luchador is fully settled he won’t be interrupted, he holds the microphone to the hole in his gold-and-blue mask, which matches his full body attire, but not before re-adjusting the ridiculous crown that sits atop his 'cabeza.'] PRINCIPE: Darring, podrías ser una leyenda, pero soy el hijo de la realeza. He ganado mas títulos de los que has tenido cervezas, amigo mío. La ultima pelea esta en el pasado. Al igual que su reputacion. Ayer no importa. Esta noche tampoco. Todo eso sale por la ventana cuando comienza el torneo y el príncipe se convierte en el rey de SCW. Vamos! [With that, Principe claps and heads left, ready to do battle with "The Legend" later in the broadcast.]
[The chugging riffage of Obituary's "Redneck Stomp" breaks the relative silence of a between-matches lull, and causes a large portion of the crowd in attendance to crane their necks towards the entrance ramp, the better to see who may be emerging through the curtain.] [Their curiosity is soon satisfied, though likely not to its fullest – though who knows? Some of the ticket holders may well be fans of undersized, smooth-chested wrestlers in home-made lucha libre masks. To them, this moment alone will probably be worth the price of admission; the rest of the crowd, however, give a somewhat mixed and overall less than enthusiastic reception to the entering tag team of self-styled Trailer Park Assassinz, with a Z at the end.] [No bother, though – Brutalizer and Destruktor (with a K, because 'METUHLZ') appear to have more than enough hype to keep themselves going, as they pause momentarily by the entrance way and lunge towards each other for a chest bump, complete with manly yell. Their spirits have not subsided in the slightest when, a moment later, they begin to make their way towards the ringside area, pushing a weapon-laded cart ahead of them.] CHANEY: And here we have the two masked young men we've seen in this very ring two weeks ago, calling for a challenger...but who are nevertheless still not booked to compete here tonight. WATTERS: And rightly so. I mean, look at 'em! They're a coupl'a chumps! We don't need this kind of thing out here, making our company look like a joke! CHANEY: Well, it seems like we're about to get it, anyway... [In fact, as the two announcers bantered, the two Assassinz have made their way to the apron, under the ropes, and into the squared circle. It is there, dead in the center, that the smallest of the two sets up a couple of chairs, as his partner gestures for a microphone. A moment later, they each take a seat in one of the unfolded steel chairs, as Brutalizer, AKA The Tall One, brings the microphone to his lips and addresses the crowd.] BRUTALIZER: We came 'ere to chew bubblegum an' kick ass...an' we all outta bubblegum! [The crowd give a cheer, not so much for the wrestlers as for the legendary pop culture reference they recognise – though judging by their body language, however, the TPA appear to have gotten the wrong impression. Indeed, Brutalizer's chest is significantly more puffed-out than before as he continues.] BRUTALIZER: That's right, bitches. We all outta bubblegum, so now, we fixin' to kick some ass! [Another cheer – and this time, it IS for the team.] BRUTALIZER: Only one problem...couple weeks back, me'n'my bro Destruktor here done stood right there, right up on that ramp...an' called out any muthaBLEEPer wanted to come down here an' get they ass whupped. An' know what, y'all? ...We still BLEEPin' waitin'! [The masked man's tone rises – both in volume and, oddly enough, in pitch – as he proceeds.] BRUTALIZER: That's right! Been two whole goddamn weeks, an' ain't ONE...not ONE y'all suckers in the back had the stones to step to us! Ain't none y'all even come NEAR our asses! [Brutalizer nods as an agreeing half-boo, half-cheer emerges from the crowd.] BRUTALIZER: An' seein' as both me'n' Destruktor ain't like to repeat ourselves...we gon' say this one more time, an' one more time only. Any y'all spoilin' for a fight...we out here waitin' on y'all asses! [With this, the masked man throws the microphone down onto the canvas and grabs hold of the weapon he brought into the ring with him, a baseball bat. By his side, the second Assassin does likewise with a 2 x 4, as both members of the team stand up and look expectantly towards the ramp, confident their challenge will be answered.] CHANEY: The Trailer Park Assassinz once again laying down the gauntlet...but will anyone answer? WATTERS: Are ya kiddin' me? Hell no! Nobody wants to look like a joke by associa--- [Before the second announcer can finish his scathing assessment of the team, however, he is forced to swallow his words, as the Assassinz DO see their challenge answered – or, at least, so it would appear, as the 'Stars and Stripes Forever' begin to play across the venue's PA system.] CHANEY: ...you were saying? [Nobody seems more stoked than the Assassinz themselves to hear the popular patriotic march. This is it, their body language appears to say. Their big moment! Their first match!] [...any moment now...] [...aaaaany moment now...] WATTERS: ...YOU were saying? [The crowd's excitement deflates right along with the Assassinz as they begin to realise there has been some sort of bait and switch, and a match is not forthcoming. Cheers turn to sympathetic half-boos as the two masked men, their shoulders sagging, give up the ghost and begin to fold up their steel chairs, throwing in the towel for another fortnight...] [...and get jumped from either side by two onrushing figures!!!] CHANEY: WHAT??? What is going on?! [The half-boos become full-blown as the two masked Assassinz, caught by surprise, find themselves at the receiving end of a chop block and a double-leg takedown, which throw off their balance and send them crashing to the mat. This is all the opening the two men in dark suits need to get on top of either of their opponents and begin punishing them with repeated punches to the face from a mounted position.] CHANEY: What is happening?! WATTERS: Well, they did ask for a challenge...looks like they got one! ['Challenge' is not quite the right word, however; this is more like a thrashing, as the two dark-clad men never let go of the advantage they gained through the element of surprise, and the underdogs are never even close to mounting a comeback, despite their best efforts. It does not take long for the camera to be zooming in on a pair of off-white masks turned brown with caked blood, which disappear out of frame just as quickly as the pair of self-styled Assassinz is brought up to their feet by the two Men in Black. One of them then momentarily lets go of his stumbling, semi-conscious quarry – though just long enough to slide the pair's steel chairs back towards the center of the canvas. He nods to his partner, who pushes the chairs into position beside one another as each man lifts up their respective Assassin...] CHANEY: NO!!! [...and DROPS him with a spinebuster onto the chair!!!] CHANEY: GOOD LORD ALMIGHTY!!! THOSE MEN ARE BROKEN IN HALF! [LOUD boos of shocked disbelief now rain down on the two men in suits, who nevertheless retain their composure as they roll each unconscious Assassin off his respective chair and bend over to pick the foreign objects up. They each tuck a chair under their arm as they leave the ring, nonchalantly adding the weapons cart to their bounty as they make their way around the ring towards the curtain area, where a familiar face awaits. The impeccably-clad female member of the trio, once again astride her pulpit, is all smiles as her two lackeys silently, efficiently deliver the loot picked up from the two hapless Assassinz moments before. Then, without another word to each other or the crowd, the group make their way back through the curtain to the backstage area, leaving a trail of boos in their wake.] CHANEY: Oh, the humanity! Think of the children! WATTERS: Would you stop bein' such a snowflake? They wanted a challenge, they got it – they can't hardly complain, can they? [He is right about that, at least – even had the two masked Assassinz wanted to complain, they would have hardly been able to, seeing as the attack from the two men in black has left them totally unconscious.] [And all before the bell ever rang.]
[The feed resumes in the backstage area, where the SCW interviewer and budding investigative journalist known simply as The Informer awaits his next victim – er, interviewee. And it appears as though he is about to get his wish, as soon raised voices are heard from somewhere off-camera, coming gradually closer.] VOICE: You see that BLEEP, bro? I NAILED that dude! [The two Men in Black are still chortling – one of them idly twirling a baseball bat and taking pretend practice swings – as they step in front of the camera, accompanied by their female counterpart. A pointed cough from the latter, however, brings them back down to reality, and their posture immediately becomes serious and official as they notice the lens being trained on them. Seeing his cue, The Informer immediately steps in front of them, cleverly blocking their path.] THE INFORMER: Excuse me, gents...the nation wants to know...what motivated the attack on that masked team moments ago? [The two Men in Black appear about ready to show The Informer what they do to people who block their path, but to his utmost fortune, a word from the lady of the trio stops them in their tracks before any bloodshed can happen. The brunette then graces The Informer with her most winning smile as she replies.] WOMAN: Why, it's mighty simple, Mr...? [Visibly at a loss, The Informer compromises with...] THE INFORMER: Uh...just call me The Informer. [The brunette nods, grinning pleasantly once again...] WOMAN: Well, Mr. Informer, it's very simple. These two upstanding, red-blooded, God-fearing young gentlemen just put their bodies on the line in the service of our great nation of the United States of America! [The Informer looks like a pig who just saw a particularly inviting mud puddle as he interjects.] THE INFORMER: How so? [The brunette gestures towards her two acolytes, prompting them to exhibit their loot for the cameras as she explains.] WOMAN: As you can see, Mr. Informer...we have apprehended a number of highly dangerous objects, illegally acquired with the intent to cause harm by two highly suspect individuals! [The two Men in Black nod wisely as their mouthpiece continues.] WOMAN: In fact, Mr. Informer, in the light of the evidence gathered here, it isn't hard to see that by intervening when they did, these two American HEROES succeeded in preventing a TERRORIST ATTACK! [The Informer nearly jumps as the brunette spits these last two words, quickly following them up with.] WOMAN: YES, a TERRORIST ATTACK. Those two men – those two MASKED men – verbally threatened to cause harm to American citizens, WITH THESE WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION! That, Mr. Informer, constitutes not only a particularly dangerous case of TOXIC MASCULINITY...but also a CRIMINAL OFFENCE in line with the Constitution of the United States of America! [Informer goes to interject once more, but is yet again cut off by the brunette, who is now in full-on speech mode.] WOMAN: And YET! And YET, how are these fine, upstanding American boys rewarded for their efforts? They are JEERED, Mr. Informer. JEERED! For protecting this sport! For protecting our NATION! These boys, who should be looked up to as role models by the American youth, are made out to be the BAD GUYS in a TERRORIST scenario! [The woman is shaking with rage by this point – that, or she is a damn fine actress. Either way, it takes her several seconds and all of her willpower to compose herself, in time to conclude:] WOMAN: And this, Mr. Informer, is what needs to change. This is what we propose to change. This impunity given to people who want to actively go against the American way. This freedom for people with dangerous motives to try and bring down our great Nation, one combat sport at a time! [The brunette pauses once again, for effect, lifting her head to scorch the lens as she continues.] WOMAN: This, Mr. Informer...is what we have to offer this company. Protection from these dangerous influences, these outside threats that help undermine the purity of the sport of wrestling with their fake identities and their calls for violence. We are what the company needs if it is to remain true to its ideals of truth, justice and the American way. Gatekeepers. Arbiters. [Another pause for effect, then she concludes.] WOMAN: Mr. Informer, if this company is to thrive, free of threats, free of toxic influences...then it needs me and my associates. If this company is to represent the true American spirit, the American passion, the American grit, then it needs to remain American. And to remain American... ...it needs BORDER CONTROL. [With that, and having seemingly name-dropped her own group, the brunette once again stares sternly into the camera, her acolytes following suit a moment later. It is with all three members of the group offering the camera their most determined glares that the feed fades to black...]
[The scene opens up in the catering area backstage at the SCW Arena. Tucked away in the corner, Johnny Psychotic and Tiberius Nixon can be seen discussing tactics. Well, to be honest Nixon is doing most of the talking. Psychotic is on his second plate of chicken and pasta whilst Nixon is writing notes on a notepad whilst occasionally taking a sip of water from the glass in front of him.] NIXON: So - you're not in action tonight. We only came here to witness first hand what this Chase Williams guy is all about. [Psychotic picks up a chicken leg and bites into it.] PSYCHOTIC: Mmmhmm. NIXON: You saw the beating he put on Billy James earlier on right? That's what you have coming up on July 15th. Are you ready for some competition? PSYCHOTIC: Mmm. Good. NIXON: Good? This guys a former World champion and with all due respect Johnny - you've held some tag team championships with Alex and Damian and you haven't really made an impression as a singles wrestler. You're gonna have to up your game for this one. [Psychotic looks up and nods.] NIXON: Admittedly - I think you may well be the two elder statesmen of this tournament. The two oldest guys in it. One of you is going to pick up a loss and that's never a good thing anyway but especially in the beginning of a round robin tournament. You're fairly even in weight but I think you have it when it comes to stamina. Wear the guy out and wear him down and then when the time is right. You'll know. [Psychotic reaches over and plucks Nixon's glass from in front of him and drains it in one gulp of the water before letting out a BELCH!] NIXON: Pardon you. Right - let's head out to the stands and go and watch the main event. The two guys in it are likely to play a part in our future at some point. [With that - Nixon gets up from the table and walks off screen to the right. Psychotic stands and picks up his plate before looking at it and then over at the catering area. He looks down at his plate again and looks in the direction that Nixon left in before shrugging and turning to walk off towards the catering area. The screen fades out to black.]
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: Is it possible that we can do something about some of the craziness that seems to follow those Trailer Park guys? WATTERS: You can't censor the truth! There are some things that are just fundamental... CHANEY: (interrupting) Larry, please tell me you don't believe the same way they do. WATTERS: I believe in free speech! You're damn right, I do. They have a right to come out here and sound as stupid as they want or as smart as they want. They can say whatever they damn well please. CHANEY: And if people disagree with them? WATTERS: Then boo the living F(BLEEP) out of them! CHANEY: LARRY!!! WATTERS: Just because you have the right to say something doesn't mean there won't be consequences. That is why we have that ring over there. CHANEY: And next up in that ring is the first match in Group A as Caleb Foley will do battle with Jed Johnson! WATTERS: Foley has been turning heads and getting some real mentions out there as someone who could be a championship contender. Well tonight he gets to prove it. CHANEY: And that time is right now! Let's give it over to "The Buff," Aaron Buffington!
[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 and is a Group A match in the Lonestar Title Tournament! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred-six pounds.... J E D J O H N S O N ! ! ! [No music. No fanfare. Johnson walks out in his generic gear with a look of anger and frustration on his face. His eyes looking directly toward the ring as he walks down the aisle. The fans not reacting positively, more because he chooses not to placate them with music. No, they must deal with the stark reality that is a man like Jed Johnson. They will take every bit of it and either regret it or fall in love with him. He reaches the ring and steps through, refusing to even raise his arm in recognition of the paying consumer.] CHANEY: Jed Johnson has an uphill climb tonight, Larry. WATTERS: Anybody can beat anybody on a given night. CHANEY: We learned that tonight, didn't we? WATTERS: Absolutely! And Jed Johnson has the chance to do exactly the same thing here and take the first step forward toward title glory! ["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. Johnson takes the chance and starts to rush over and Foley dodges his double axe-handle attempt as the referee signals for the bell.] CHANEY: JOHNSON OFF TO A FAST START AND THERE IS THE BELL! [DING! DING!! DING!!!!] WATTERS: I admire his desire and willingness to take a chance. CHANEY: But? WATTERS: Foley is too much of a veteran to pull that off on. At least at the beginning of the match. He tends to get dumber as the match wears on! [The two of them lock up and Jed immediately catches Foley in a side headlock, squeezing down on his skull. Caleb tries to fight back with his elbows, but Jed pushes him back against the ropes before shooting him off.] CHANEY: Johnson getting the early jump with the whip! [Caleb hits the ropes on the other side of the ring, but as Jed tries to catch him with a clothesline on the rebound, he ducks under it, hitting the ropes again! Jed swings, but again Foley ducks under it and now he's building momentum! He leaps onto the top rope, springing off with a backflip that carries him behind his opponent! And as Johnson turns around... CHANEY: BOOM!!! DROPKICK RIGHT IN HIS KISSER WATTERS: You are a little too fired up for a simply dropkick, Chaney. CHANEY: What are you saying? WATTERS: I don't think you have pure objective reporting when it comes to Foley. Did he get you a nympho way back? [The move knocks Johnson flat and Caleb kips up to a pop from the crowd. A dazed Jed tries to pick himself up, only to meet an old fashioned headbutt that sends him straight back down! Now Foley has backed up a bit, crouching in the corner. Beckoning for Jed to get up! The crowd is getting louder, they know what's coming...SPEAR BY FOLEY!! That's not all...A STANDING MOONSAULT!!] CHANEY: Irish blessing! We all know what that's a prelude to! He could win this whole match right here! WATTERS: It's barely been a minute! This kid's completely in control! [Foley roars with adrenaline and the crowd cheers! He begins rhythmically clapping, encouraging the crowd to do the same as the rhythm spreads throughout the arena. He points to the ropes, signaling for "Air Dublin" (Handspring Cutter) to put this match away in record time. The clapping is increasing in tempo now, almost like a drumbeat as Foley plants his feet, looking for a running start...] CHANEY: CHOP BLOCK BY JED JOHNSON!! WATTERS: He really caught him off guard there! [The crowd gasps in shock as the wind is suddenly taken out of their sails. Foley had been facing away from Jed and hadn't seen him slowly recovering from the Irish Blessing in time to brutally target Foley's left knee and cut off his momentum.] CHANEY: Cheap shot by Johnson! WATTERS: You call it cheap, I call it smart! That's what you get for pandering to these idiots! Johnson taken advantage of a perfect opportunity! I LOVE it! CHANEY: Take advantage he certainly did, Larry. We know Foley has had a history of injuries on that left knee. We'll see how that may come into play throughout this match. WATTERS: It's gonna make it harder for him to flip around like he does. Which is a blessing as far as I'm concerned. [Now the crowd begins to boo as the opportunistic bully grabs Foley's ankle and SMASHES his knee down into the mat, then immediately cinches in a kneebar! Caleb cries out in agony as his long injured leg is bent in a way it was never meant to go!] CHANEY: Johnson taking the fight to the ground. WATTERS: Well he hates doing it any other way. He really is like an old-fashioned junk yard dog. CHANEY: What do you mean? WATTERS: Once he gets that bone, he isn't letting it go. [He's able to crawl to the ropes, but even then Johnson refuses to break until four. At which point, Jed stands up, grabs Foley in a grounded waist lock and THROWS him overhead with a dead lift, wheelbarrow German suplex.] CHANEY: JOHNSON IS ON FIRE!!! WATTERS: It's upset night here in Dallas! [The impact looks sick and Foley falls out the ring with Jed gingerly favoring his sore ribs (That Irish Blessing hurt like a Mother Hubbard) before going out after him.] CHANEY: Johnson going out after Foley. WATTERS: That probably isn't the smartest move when a countout gets you points! [Down on the outside, Jed attacks Foley with a kick to the back of his left knee before striking him with a clubbing blow to the back of his neck.] CHANEY: Foley really has not gotten a foothold in this one, Larry! WATTERS: Go, Jed, Go! [He goes to attack again, but the scrappy Foley suddenly springs to life, grabs Johnson by the back of his neck and sends him face-first into the ring post!] CHANEY: FOLEY STAYING ALIVE!!! What a time for him to get that shot in! WATTERS: It may have been a game-save for him, Chaney. [The crowd is getting behind Caleb again as he goes after Johnson with a pair of knuckle arrows on the outside! But he's shut down as Jed opportunistically kicks out his left knee and then throws him into the barricade with a butterfly suplex!] CHANEY: Jed Johnson is relentless! WATTERS: I'm pleased to see it. You have to wonder if watching the upsets we have seen since SCW began got him pumped up and thinking he could do the unthinkable here tonight! [Caleb crumples to the floor and Johnson rolls into the ring. Clearly willing to let the referee's count deal with his opponent.] CHANEY: Speaking of which, the referee is at seven and Foley is still struggling to get to his feet. Eight!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . WATTERS: Foley has managed to get to his feet, but he's on wobbly legs. Nine!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . He tries to shake of the pain... TE-!! CHANEY: Foley JUST makes it back in! WATTERS: But Jed is already on top of him, stomping away at his back!!! What tenacity Jed is showing in there right now! You have to be impressed! [Jed finally tries to negotiate a half-crab, this time with Caleb facing AWAY from the ropes! The two struggle, and Foley manages to roll onto his back and lash out with a kick that strikes JOHNSON in his knee! The move trips Johnson about and Foley rolls him up into a small package!] CHANEY: HE ROLLS HIM UP!!! ONE!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR.....KICKOUT BY JOHNSON!!! WATTERS: Foley might be realizing just how tough this Lonestar tournament will be. CHANEY: I think we are all starting to see that! WATTERS: SCW doesn't have a slouch in the locker room anywhere! [They both break apart, but now Johnson seems to be favoring HIS leg as he's limping slightly. It gets worse as Caleb scores with a basement dropkick that takes Jed completely off his feet!] CHANEY: FOLEY THROWING IT ALL AT JOHNSON!!! WATTERS: He's digging deep now! Trying to find that next gear! [Johnson has now rolled to the outside, getting some distance from his opponent. Trying to get some breathing room against the Celtic Crippler.] CHANEY: Johnson going to the outside to escape the Celtic Crippler. WATTERS: It has to be a retreat with purpose. He has been too strong thus far to retreat! [Foley tries to go for a slingshot, but Jed once again shows great savvy by falling into the ropes to unbalance Foley, then pulling on his ankle to take him off his feet!] WATTERS: See? Great ring presence by Johnson there! CHANEY: Yeah, but I don't like that look in his eye... [Indeed as Jed pulled Foley into the corner... AND LOCKED IN A FIGURE FOUR AROUND THE RINGPOST!!] CHANEY: JOHNSON WITH THAT NASTY LEGLOCK AROUND THE RING POST!!! WATTERS: I LOVE this kid! [The crowd is booing and the ref counts again. Once again though, Jed is content with letting him get to four before letting go of his submission. Dropping to the floor as Foley clutches at a knee that must be KILLING him.] CHANEY: The pain in Foley's leg has to be excruciating! WATTERS: Good. CHANEY: You're sadistic. WATTERS: Good for Foley I mean. If he's feeling pain, that means he can FEEL his leg. And if he can feel it, he can use it. It'll hurt, but he can use it. We're men. We deal with pain. It's if the leg goes NUMB, THAT's when you have a problem. [Meanwhile Jed is getting back in the ring. And to the utter shock of EVERYONE, he's climbing the top rope!] WATTERS: Is he actually... CHANEY: We've never seen this from Johnson! [Jed rises to his feet, perhaps looking for the first aerial move of his life! He points down at his one legged opponent, then raises his arms to salute the crowd...With one finger each.] WATTERS: (Laughing) Holy Smokes! They actually bought it! Those marks actually thought he'd go high risk for them! Oh I can't breathe! I can't breathe! [There's a brief pause, and then the boos rain down as the fans realize they've been had. Johnson drops down off the top and the mic picks up him scoffing to the audience.] JOHNSON: As if! [CLOTHESLINE FROM CALEB FOLEY!!!] WATTERS: Ah, shoot! And you were doing so well kid! Keep your eye on the ball! [That move was as brutal as it was cathartic, but now Jed's earlier deposit on Foley's knee is paying off as Caleb is unable to capitalize! Clutching at his left knee from the pressure that attack had put on it.] WATTERS: Oh walk it off you pansy! You probably went through more pain when you lost your virginity! CHANEY: LARRY!! WATTERS: What?! He's Irish! Have you SEEN the women down there?? CHANEY!!: Bill!! Our sponsor is Caitlin O'Reily!! WATTERS: ...Oh shit. [Still, Foley is a fighter, and he pulls himself up. Climbing to the top rope...DUBLIN DELIVERY!! (Turnbuckle handstand transitioned into a split-legged moonsault)] WATTERS: I think I might be about to lose my mind, but... that was actually ingenious. CHANEY: Excuse me? WATTERS: Look, I hate that ridiculous circus crap as much as any other respectable individual, but using his hands and the ropes like that let him get full momentum without putting any torque on his knee. CHANEY: COVER!! ONE!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR....NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! WATTERS: JED GETS THE ROPES!!! [Foley is trying to shake of the pain in his leg, trying to get that wheel spinning. As Jed rises, Caleb beckons his opponent to "put up his dukes!" as the expression goes.] CHANEY: Foley urging Johnson to bring it on! The sheer will and fortitude to keep fighting. This is why the fans love this guy! WATTERS: This is why they will eventually bury him also! [Jed comes in, but the much quicker Caleb scores with a headbutt that rocks Johnson! Johnson tries to gain control with a kick to the knee again, but Caleb sees it coming this time and catches the kick!] CHANEY: DRAGON SCREW BY FOLEY!! WATTERS: The man simply won't have the decency to just die! [The crowd pops and Foley is riding the high! He takes Jed down with a Hip toss then goes for a cartwheel dropkick! But on the "Dropkick part of that sequence, his left knee buckles! He bends down to steady it...AND THAT LETS JED CATCH HIM IN A TRIANGLE CHOKE!!] CHANEY: JED JOHNSON IN FIRM CONTROL WITH THAT TRIANGLE CHOKE!!! WATTERS: We may literally be seeing the last gasps of Foley's career! CHANEY: He never gives up, Larry! WATTERS: Then in the words of Ivan Drago, "If he dies, he dies." [Caleb struggles in the choke! Trying to lift Jed up, but his leg just can't carry the weight and he drops back down! He tries again, but again it's too much!] CHANEY: Foley is trying to fight out of it, but the command is just too strong by Johnson. WATTERS: Jed came with it tonight! [There's no way he can slam Jed down to escape the hold, so he begins to crawl. Trying to get his body closer to the ropes. Trying to drag both his own bodyweight and the weight of Johnson who is now driving the point of his elbows into his trapped crown!] CHANEY: Referee still checking and getting the no from Foley. WATTERS: Showing what an idiot he truly is! CHANEY: Caleb reaches out...JUST gets his foot on the ropes! WATTERS: Lucky Son of a gun! [The crowd claps, but Johnson is getting frustrated now and rolls them both over so they're away from the ropes and he's on top in a mount ramming elbows down at Foley. Trying to punish his opponent! Attempting to establish dominance, Jed slaps his opponent across the face!] CHANEY: ...That was a mistake. [Foley springs to life! Suddenly reversing the mount and rolling up Johnson for a cover! ONE!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRR.......................KICKOUT!! CHANEY: That was very close! WATTERS: Foley has used up at least six or seven of his lives tonight. How much does he have left? CHANEY: And can Johnson keep from feeling the yips coming on because he hasn't been able to finish him off? WATTERS: God, I hope not! [But now Jed is REALLY getting frustrated at Foley's tenacity. He lashes out, but the swing is wild and Foley easily ducks. Firing back with open-hand shots that overwhelm his adversary. Feeling some momentum building, he send Jed into the ropes and manages to ignore the pain in his knee to catch him in a hurricanrana!] CHANEY: FOLEY WITH A HURRACANRANA!!! WATTERS: NO!!! ONE!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR..................NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: JED REVERSES THE PIN!! ONE!!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW....................NOOOO!!!! WATTERS: CALEB COUNTERS INTO A HALF CRAB ON JED'S BAD KNEE!! CHANEY: But something is wrong, the move doesn't seem nearly as effective as it should be. WATTERS: It's his knee. You need to REALLY lean back to get a good use out of the Boston crab and that means putting all your bodyweight on your knees. Foley just can't do it. [Jed is able to take advantage, able to reach back and grab a hold on Caleb's bad wheel. Reversing the hold into one of his own. However, rather than settle for a half-crab, he decides to go for an old classic...] CHANEY: THE FIGURE FOUR!! He has it locked in again! WATTERS: And you could say that this time there is no pole to takes some of the stress off those joints! [Foley is screaming now at the pressure on his leg! His hands have gone to his head as if overwhelmed by the pain! He's scrambling! Trying to get to the ropes! Trying to escape! To roll over and reverse the pressure!!] CHANEY: Foley trying to reverse the hold. WATTERS: I'm not sure he has the strength to do it. CHANEY: HE DOES IT! FOLYE REVERSES IT AND JOHNSON IS FEELING THE PAIN NOW!!! [Now it's JOHNSON's turn to scream in agony as he feels indescribable torque upon his knee! Fortunately for him, he's able to quickly grab the ropes. And equally fortunately for him, Caleb let's him out right away.] WATTERS: Oh you IDIOT! That was your chance! That was your chance to get even on him! CHANEY: Two wrongs don't make a right Larry. Caleb wants to win this his own way. WATTERS: Yeah, but first you have to actually WIN! GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, YA MOOK!! [Both men are back up, and they lock up again! But an increasingly frustrated Jed suddenly shoves Foley into the corner! Trying to grind his forearm into his face! The referee is there immediately, ordering Jed to back up and let Foley out of the corner! Which Jed courteously obliges.] WATTERS: See? Jed's a real gentleman once you get to know him. [...But not before kicking a trapped Foley right in his bad leg and tossing him out the corner!] CHANEY: Gentleman, my foot. WATTERS: Now we aren't supposed to judge our fellow man, Chaney. That just isn't the right thing to do. CHANEY: Like you have ever cared about that! [Jed isn't done there and starts undoing the top pad on the turnbuckle! Of course the ref having none of that and immediately orders Jed to stop. Jed obliges and drops the pad, holding up his hand with an insincere "Okay, okay! I'm sorry." But as the referee turns away...] CHANEY: LOW BLOW TO CALEB FOLEY!!] WATTERS: YES!! OH YOU MAGNIFICENT GENIUS, THAT WAS BRILLIANT!! [But as the Irishman collapses to the floor, looking like he's about throw up, he rolls out the ring and drops to the floor before Jed can pin him!] WATTERS: And a genius move by FOLEY!! ...Did I wake up on the right planet? He rolls out of the ring so Jed can't get the pin! And with the ref fixing the pad, he has more time to recover before the count! [Jed screams out in fury as victory slips from his grasp again and goes out after his opponent! Grabbing him and RAMMING him headfirst into the ring steps! He then rolls back into the ring! Grabbing the referee's arm and pointing to Caleb!] JOHNSON: Count him! Count him! [The ref starts his count, but Jed is shocked to see that a gutsy Foley is already trying to climb back into the ring! Jed goes after him, screaming at his opponent!!] JOHNSON: STAY DOWN!!! CHANEY: Jed Johnson seems to be trying to angle for the countout! WATTERS: Fifteen points and hanging a loss on one of the favorites is a great night. CHANEY: I guess I see your point. WATTERS: I'm right most of the time. [He grabs Foley, looking for a power bomb on the outside ramp! But Foley counters with a back bodydrop on the floor! Taking advantage, he whips Jed into the apron, and follows up with a flying knee! The move hurt his knee again, but he fights past it, rolling into the ring and going up top! FLYING MOON SHOT!!] CHANEY: FLYING MOON SHOT!! TRIBUTE TO THE LEGENDARY JACK HARMEN!! WATTERS: NO!! CHANEY: JED ROLLS OUT THE WAY! HE GRABS A DAZED CALEB FOLEY...SIT OUT POWERBOMB!! WATTERS: Here's a cover! ONE!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR......................FOLEY KICKS OUT!! CHANEY: Jed's head is in his hands! He's beside himself! He thought that was IT! WATTERS: This is where Jed's inexperience is a factor. He's used to quick matches. He's not used to wrestling at this kind of level. Against this type of tenacity. He needs to keep a cool head. Needs to stay focused on the strategy. [He's got Foley in a front chancery now. Dragging him into the corner. Lifting him up, going for a superplex. Foley is a LOT more comfortable up there though and fights back with elbows that force Jed to retreat. The moment Jed charges, Caleb reacts swiftly and grabs his head and propels himself around with a DDT finish.] CHANEY: TORNADO DDT COUNTER!! WATTERS: He walked ran into it!!! CHANEY: Jed went to the well one too many times there and it cost him! BEAUTIFUL counter by Foley! [Both men are down, Caleb is rising to his feet! Looking for one last shot at Air Dublin!] CHANEY: This might be his last shot...! [Running! Handspring! Cut- but the leg doesn't hold fast in the middle of the move and Foley stumbles into Johnson as the both crash back to the mat.] CHANEY: THAT KNEE BUCKLES!! JED CATCHES HIM IN A SLEEPER FROM BEHIND!!] WATTERS: YES!! [BUT FOLEY ROLLS BACK SO HE'S PINNING JED'S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!!] CHANEY: WAIT A MINUTE!! WATTERS: What the-! [HE HOOKS JED'S BAD LEG!! ONE!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!! [DING! DING! DING!] CHANEY: FOLEY WINS!! [Foley rolls out the ring and away from a livid Johnson as a member of staff comes over to hand him an ice pack that he immediately applies to his leg, raising his hand to a cheering crowd as the referee is trying to stop Jed from going after him.] CHANEY: And Caleb Foley with his second win here in SCW and a solid twenty five points! WATTERS: I gotta give him credit, that was fantastic ring savvy of Foley to counter Jed's sleeper like that. Even taking advantage of Jed's own bad leg. I might not like Foley's style, but wins are wins and the Celtic Crippler is now 2-0 at SCW! [The screen fades and then cuts away.]
[EARLIER TODAY: Outside in the parking lot.] [Thunk.] [Thunk.] [Thunk.] [The sounds belong to "The Big Bad Bull from Boulder" Bam Markham honing his strength with some tire flip exercises before his big match with the Texas wrestling veteran Big Boss Hogg. In the foreground, a smiling Cam "Slam" Markham can be seen showing off his client/grandson as he continues his training regimen.] CAM MARKHAM: SCW's already in full swing! A GRUELIN' tournament over the next six weeks to crown the first ever SCW Lonestar Champion! And SCW done dropped Bammer right into the thick of it! The D Block! The Group of Death, they's callin' it! right along with three men with world championship pedigrees! Surely, the odds are done stacked against my grandson there! Right? [A chortle from Cam.] CAM MARKHAM: Nah, not for him. Not for my boy there. You see this right there, cameraman? See that? That's a man with WRASSLIN' in his Dee-Enn-Ay! Right after his big ass barely graduated high school, his mountain boy ass flew out to Memphis to be trained by ME to become a mountain MAN! He went right to me ‘cause he knew THIS is what he was put on this Earth to do! He didn't wanna do nothin' else. THIS is what he knows and THIS is what makes him so dangerous to anybody that tries steppin' to Bammer! [As Bam continues his training in the background, Cam continues.] CAM MARKHAM: We've been all across this great country of ours and spent a lot of time in the last year up north in Canada and Michigan, whompin' ass. We made a lot of enemies, but eventually them enemies turned to allies after we beat the respect into one another. We made a lotta enemies out of the fans cause they didn't like us tellin' it like it is… but over time, we done won over the fans ‘cause at the end of the day, Bam's a WORKIN' man that fights for everything he gets in life. We Markhams are truthsayers, you might say. When we SAY what we're gonna do, you have our damn WORD that we're gonna do just that… and now that we're here in SCW, before we get to our first D Block match next week… we got y'all, Mr. Big Boss Hogg… [Bam stops flipping the tire and has himself a swig of water while Cam smirks.] CAM MARKHAM: Now, Mr. Hogg, we got nothin' but respect on this side of the table for a guy like you. A guy that comes out, throws shots and FIGHTS for what he wants. You've busted that big ass of yours for a long time and we can respect that… but y'all gotta respect the fact that tonight, you're an obstacle, plain and simple. We ain't gonna talk any smack because y'all ain't done anything to deserve it. We're simply gonna tell it like it is… [Bam finally appears into view, shoving the water at Cam.] BAM MARKHAM: I'm walkin' into the Group of Death with a big damn W. Plain and simple. [Cam pats his grandson on his massive chest and grins.] CAM MARKHAM: We'll be seein' ya soon. [The group seems to be enjoying themselves as the screen fades to a commercial break.]
[RAMPAGE comes back from commercial to find a red carpet leading down the aisle, around the ringside area, up the steps, and into the squared circle itself. The red carpet leads right up to a table that is covered with drinks and goodies. The centerpiece of the table is a large, chocolate cake with “FELICIDADES, CAMPOS!” written on it in icing.] CHANEY: Welcome back to SCW Rampage, wrestling fans! As you can see, El Gringo Loco has scheduled a party to celebrate Las Preguntas winning the Lonestar Tag Team Titles. WATTERS: And I can't wait, Chaney. That main event at Rampage's debut was so great. They really put the Rich Family in their place! CHANEY: Oh please! They cheated Freddie and Todd Rich out of the championships, and you know it! WATTERS: They didn't do anything wrong. They won fair and square. CHANEY: One of them used a foreign object! You were there, you saw it! WATTERS: I saw no such thing. CHANEY: And Freddie Rich wasn't even the legal man when he was pinned. WATTERS: Quiet, Chaney. The party is about to start. [El Gringo Loco steps out from the back, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. He has a mic in his hand.] EGL: BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIENVENIDOS! [EGL takes a brief pause for dramatic effect, or to catch his breath. He is getting on in his years, afterall.] EGL: a RAMPAGE... ES... LOCO!!! WATTERS: [Squealing like a teenage girl meeting Zac Efron] He said it! I can't believe he said it! You know, I was hoping he would, and he did, and it was GLORIOUS! CHANEY: Calm down, Larry. [The El Chapo de Lucha Libre makes his way to the ring and looks out at the Dallas crowd.] EGL: Te presento, Los Campeones de SCW Lonestar Tag Team y al segundo mejor equipo en la historia de la lucha libre... Duda y Marca... LAS PREGUNTAS! Venga, venga. [El Gringo Loco waves Las Preguntas on as they come to join the Mexican Multimedia MEGA STAR in the ring. Lorenzo Antonio's Latin pop hit “Como, Cuando, y Porque” plays in the background. The fans boo the Cartel members, who are wearing the SCW Lonestar Tag Team Championship belts around their waists.] EGL: [To Las Preguntas] Felicidades, mis amigos, felicidades. Estoy muy orgulloso de ti! [Loco turns to the crowd.] EGL: I'm so very proud of them! Aren't you all so very proud? Let's hear it for your FIRST EVER SCW Lonestar Tag Team Champions... LAS PREGUNTAS! [Marca asks EGL for the mic.] MARCA: Hace dos semanas, vinimos aqui y dijimos que ganariamos el Campeonato en Parejas de Lonestar de SCW, y lo hicimos. Luchamos contra tres de los mejores equipos de La SCW, y fuimos victoriosos. La forma en que ganamos puede haber sido cuestionable... [El Gringo Loco hears what he is saying and cuts him off, snatching the microphone right out of his hand.] EGL: Si, si, si! Gracias, Marca. [Loco covers the microphone to address Marca privately.] EGL:Hablamos de eso, recuerdas? [He then uncovers the microphone and turns back to the fans.] EGL:Escuchemoslo por Marca, todos! Let's hear it for Marca! Yay! [He claps his hands.] EGL: You two said you would out there and win, and you did just that. You sent the Rich Family packing! So, mira, I'm throwing you a fiesta! We have finger sandwiches, and Jarritos, and even a cake. Espera, wait. What would a fiesta be without musica, hmm? Hit it! [The fans actually boo when “Celebrate” by Kool and the Gang plays. They love the song, but hate that it is being used to celebrate Las Preguntas winning the tag team championships. The trio start to enjoy themselves, eating, drinking, and dancing. It isn't long until the crowd erupts into cheers.] CHANEY: It's the Rich Family, Freddie and Todd! WATTERS: What are they doing here? Were they even invited? [That makes more sense, the fans are cheering for the Rich Family crashing the party! El Gringo Loco starts to bark orders at Duda and Marca, who go to meet Freddie and Todd as they roll into the ring. It's a bit too late, and the cousins are on their feet slugging it out with Las Preguntas!] CHANEY: Listen to this crowd! The Rich Family have come seeking payback on Las Preguntas for being cheated out of the SCW Lonestar Tag Team Championships! WATTERS: This is a disgrace. They have no right to be here, Chaney. This isn't a scheduled match. [It isn't long before both members of the Rich Family get the upper hand on Las Preguntas. El Gringo Loco scrambles to safety on the other side of the snack table. Freddie Rich takes Duda off his feet with a sick kick.] CHANEY: FREDDIE'S NIGHTMARE! WATTERS: This is despicable. [Todd catches Marca with a cradle DDT that sends the tag team champion rolling lifelessly from the ring.] CHANEY: STRIKE IT RICH! [Poor Duda is left all alone in the ring with the Rich Family. That is, except for EGL, who is trying to stay out of harm's way on the other side of the snack table. Freddie climbs onto the table, and Todd helps him get Duda up there with him. Freddie Rich sets La Pregunta Duda up for a cradle piledriver right into the chocolate cake and through the table!] CHANEY: O... M... G... RAGS TO RICHES... THROUGH THE TABLE!!! [Duda is motionless in the middle of the ring. The Rich Family turn toward the fans and raise their arms for a celebration of their own. “Celebrate” by Kool and the Gang plays again, but this time the fans go wild! El Gringo Loco, however, is beside himself.] CHANEY: Duda went head first right through that table, and through the cake, too, perhaps adding a little insult to injury. EGL: [Barely audible without a microphone] No, no, no! No toques esa musica ahora! This can't be happening! [The boss of the Cartel winds up his cane, ready to strike Freddie Rich from behind. However, he doesn't get the chance, as both members of the Rich Family turn around in time to catch him in the act! The Mexican Mastermind changes his tune instantaneously.] EGL: No, no, no. No me toques. No me toques! [Loco backs away until he is up against the ropes with seemingly nowhere to go. He pleads with the Rich Family to let him go. They show no interest in letting this slippery fish get away. They whip him into the ropes and send him flying with a huge double back body drop! The Dallas crowd goes absolutely insane as El Gringo Loco rolls out of the ring holding his back.] CHANEY: Well, the Rich Family has definitely sent a message here tonight, Larry! WATTERS: Yeah, the message came through loud and clear, and it's the Rich Family are sore losers. CHANEY: Well, paint it however you want, but Las Preguntas stole those tag team titles from the Rich Family, and many would argue that they got what they deserved. [Screen cuts away.]
[Jan Bosko and Josef Skala are just putting their new blue 'Prague Drinking Team' shirts on when Bokso throws Skala a can of beer.] SKALA: I thought you didn't want me to do that before matches any more? BOSKO: Pfft. Like you listen to me. You’re not the same without it. [Skala nods before taking a swig.] BOSKO: Can you believe those Preguntas are tag team champions? SKALA: Like Mayweather being the face of boxing. What kind of world do we live in today? BOSKO: Well, are you ready for our fight with the Brothers Grimm tonight? [Josef dumped the can in the bin and rubbed his hands.] SKALA: Do the Irish drink Guinness? [The two share a laugh as they walk out of the camera's view.]
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: The Prague Drinking Team will be in action a little later, but I think we need to really get our heads wrapped around what happened between the Rich Family and Las Preguntas! WATTERS: You saw it! It was an unwarranted attack! And people like to say the Riches are just such good people! Bah! CHANEY: Well Larry whatever the issue, next Rampage it gets settled as I just received a text that Las Preguntas will defend the SCW Lonestar Tag Titles against The Rich Family on our next edition of Rampage! WATTERS: Now that will give us a sell out! CHANEY: It very well could! Title matches add to a federation's appeal...as do heavyweight matches like the one we are about to see! WATTERS: A real match of heavyweights as Big Boss Hogg steps in there with Bam Markham! CHANEY: These men are both enjoyed by the fans and will be making their SCW debuts against one another. WATTERS: Another ring shaking match. I thought Smith and Brody were bad, but Markham is called "The Big Bad Bull from Boulder" for a reason! CHANEY: It is an exciting time as we get set for another slobberknocker and a half here on Rampage! Let's send it to Aaron Buffington to get this one started!
[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... CAM MARKHAM: Young man, I got this one! [The camera cuts to a man in black jeans, a red t-shirt and a black jacket standing on the entrance ramp. The crowd cheers as he taps his cane on the stage and grins with a microphone in his other hand.] CAM MARKHAM: Standing at six-foot five! Weighing in at two-hundred eighty pounds! He is the BIG! BAD! BULL! ALL THE WAY FROM BOULDER, COLORADO! He's the man you all paid to see whoop somebody's ass... BAAAAAAAMMMMMMM MAAAAARRRRKKKKHHHHAAAAMMM!!!!! ["World On Fire" by Corrosion of Conformity thunders over the PA and out comes the Big Bad Bull from Boulder himself. Black towel draped over his head, he acknowledges the cheering crowd with a nod and then he and his grandfather head on down the ramp.] CHANEY: This man, Bam Markham! Only twenty-five years of age! He's the very definition of a blue-chipper. And you heard Cam talk him up earlier. He's as serious as a heart attack about every match he fights in. WATTERS: He's big, he's bad, I hear he's got a KILLER left hook! And his trainer is the legendary Memphis star, Cam "Slam" Markham who had a career spanning thirty years. Between all that, Bam ticks all the boxes to be a champion, no doubt. {The opening chords to "The Bomber" begin to play over the arena's PA system.} BUFFINGTON: And now coming to the ring, weighing in at 307 pounds... {The big bad biker man steps out from the curtain, holding a Texas flag out in front of his face. He drops it down quickly and hoists one hand in the air in the shape of the Texas longhorns, yelling out loud to a large roar from the crowd.} CHANEY: Hear this ovation! Big Boss Hogg, a respected veteran from right here in Texas! He's gotta be the sentimental favorite in this one! WATTERS: He's bigger than Bam. He's got experience on his side. But Bam is a BAD, BAD dude. But these two are going to CLUBBER one another and we're ALL gonna be winners tonight! BUFFINGTON: From Blackwell, Texas, HE IS THE... {One step at a time, the 6'7" monster of a man makes his way to ringside, slapping several fans' hands on the way down. He makes sure to salute any veterans at ringside, stopping to shake their hands.} BUFFINGTON: BIG! BOSS! HOGG! {Upon reaching the ring, Boss steps up to the apron, grabbing onto the ropes and bypassing the ring steps. He comes in underneath the top rope, then bounces his back off the ropes a couple times. He stands in the center of the ring next, again throwing up the bullhorns and getting yet another loud cheer in return. Hogg drapes the Texas flag over his corner's ringpost, remaining there to await instructions from the referee. Bam talks over last- minute strategy with Cam in his corner while Hogg waits to start. The two competitors don't offer a handshake but do nod in a show of respect.] CHANEY: Hold on a second, I think Boss Hogg is coming towards us... WATTERS: Mic! He wants a mic! [The timekeeper provides him with Buffington's ring announcing PA mic. Boss starts by motioning towards Bam.] BIG BOSS HOGG: I need a second before we get started, big man... [Boss turns, slowly, to face down the Texas crowd.] BIG BOSS HOGG: Let me tell YOU...WHAT'S WRONG WITH AMERICA! [Boss gets several cheers from the crowd.] BIG BOSS HOGG: We have a lot of folks here who want to fight for their keep. Folks like me and this man right here... [Boss motions back towards Bam, who nods in approval.] BIG BOSS HOGG: And we got folks who want to just come in here and use y'all as a platform to push their crappy agenda! We got some woman who came out here a couple of weeks ago, and said some stuff about people in masks and people with accents... [The anger in Boss' voice only rouses up the Dallas crowd.] BIG BOSS HOGG: At least them boys showed up here ready to work! They didn't come here to talk and have other people do their fighting for ‘em! If you think us funny talkin' Southern boys are a problem...then come get some of the Big Boss Hogg, and find out what a REAL PROBLEM IS! NOW.... [Boss has to stop briefly when the people roar in approval, applauding him.] BIG BOSS HOGG: I ain't tryin' to disrespect you, Bam, we got our own thing to do here right now...and when this match is over, we fixin' to hit the bottle harder than we hit each other. Good luck to ya, and GOD BLESS TEXAS! [Boss is kind enough to walk the microphone back to Buffington, and Dallas is absolutely amped up at his words. Boss and am exchange a second nod to each other, and there's nothing left to do but wait for the ring of the bell.] CHANEY: And Big Boss Hogg lays down the law! WATTERS: You don't mess with Texas. This guy is as Texas as they come. CHANEY: I think Lexxi Darlington might want to listen to what he just said, and then watch this match! [DING DING DING!] CHANEY: And here they go! Bam and Hogg already getting into this one with a STRONG Collar and Elbow tie-up! Look at ‘em go! WATTERS: That's two big slabs of Grade A beef, Chaney! [The crowd looks on, seemingly impressed by the ultra-aggressive lockup between the two large men. It's Hogg that has the slight height and weight advantage, but don't tell Bammer that as he continues to push. They continue to struggle all the way across the ring, hitting one side after the other!] CHENEY: Bam and Hogg seemingly have mutual respect for one another, but they're both proud big men that both WANT this win! [After a few more moments of a hefty struggle, the two men then break it off! Bam doesn't waste time and dares Hogg to try his luck to knock him down. Hogg accepts the challenge and springs off the ropes, but when he hits Bam, he doesn't go down.] WATTERS: That's crazy! Bam's still upright! CHANEY: Now Hogg challenging Bam to try his luck. [Bam rises to the challenge of Big Boss Hogg and hits the ropes himself with Cam watching. He runs smack-dab into Hogg, but the Big Boss doesn't move and he greets Bam with a grin... Bam responds with a TIGHT Headlock! But the savvy Hogg quickly heads to the ropes. Bam breaks off the hold clean... THUNK! The crowd lets out a loud "ooooh!" as Bam smirks, delivering the first physical blow.] WATTERS: Clubbing Forearm! And that's Bam FIRING the first shot! CHANEY: That he did and you could hear that in the nose bleeds! [Hogg does reel for a moment from the Clubbing Forearm by Bam with The Big Bad Bull daring him to take his shot. Hogg grins before he fires back with a Forearm of his own into the chest of Bam. Bam fires back with one. Now Hogg. Now Bam. Hogg. Bam. Hogg. Bam. So on and so forth and the crowd goes nuts!] CHANEY: Good lord, they're tearing into each other now! SCW management knew what they were getting with this match! A real fight! WATTERS: Hell yeah, bring on the slugfest and it looks like we've got a visitor out to watch teh match! [The blows between the two men continue and as they do, the camera catches the familiar mask of El Gringo Loco looking out, watching the two behemoths trade bombs. The veteran Hogg finally blocks one and returns fire with a blow to the stomach. He shoves Bammer into the ropes and waits for him to come back. He swings with a left...] WATTERS: Swing and a miss! [Swings with a back elbow upon his return...] CHANEY: Misses again... HOLY CRAP DID YOU JUST SEE THAT? WATTERS: HE KNOCKED HIM OVER! [The crowd goes nuts when Bam CRASHES right into Big Boss Hogg with a Running Crossbody that knocks him clean off his feet! El Gringo Loco winces at the blow! Bam rolls through and makes it to his feet with Cam Markham cackling at his grandson's actions, talking him up at ringside! Bam runs off the ropes and then stops short, slashing a thumb across the throat and then delivering a big Senton! He goes for the first cover of the match...] ONE!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT! CHANEY: Two-count by Bam! But what a series of moves! Bam's almost as big as Hogg but has youth and athleticism on his side! I've heard of him being able to bust out a few big moves like that! WATTERS: And listen to Cam! He's a great coach, telling Bam to stay on him! [Cam orders his grandson to stay on Hogg. Bam does so and throws a few more Clubbing blows to the head of Hogg as he gets him up. He tries to whip the veteran across the ring, but some slick footwork by the bigger man sends Bam into the ropes. Hogg steps off the side...] CHANEY: HOGG FIRES BACK WITH A SPEAR OFF THE ROPES! HE GOT ALL OF THAT ONE! WATTERS: This is a damn hoss fight, Chaney, I love it! EGL himself has a front row seat, too! CHANEY: No doubt scouting either for more clients down the road or even looking out for Bam when he mixes it up with his client, Pat Gordon Jr. during our title tournament! Now Hogg with the cover! [El Gringo Loco once again winces and so does the crowd who count along with Hogg as he goes for the cover on Bam.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NO! [Bam's shoulder comes up off the mat, but Hogg now has the control of the Big Bad Bull from Boulder and pounds away with a few more Forearms followed by a Knee Lift that shoots Bam into the corner. He runs forward and CRUSHES him with a big Body Avalanche!] CHANEY: Big Boss Hogg may be the vet, but the Texan favorite is showing Bam he isn't somebody that's just going to roll over. WATTERS: And now... Bulldog out of the corner! Big Boss Hogg can string moves together, too! [After the Running Bulldog out of the corner by the big man, it's now Hogg's turn to roll Bam over and go for another cover...] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . SHOULDER UP BY BAM! CHANEY: Bam's got a whole lot of fight in him and now he's picking him up. Where's he gonna take him? WATTERS: Out, Chaney! That's what he has to do if he wants to win! Just think, if Boss Hogg can pull out this win, he could feasibly make a case to be put into the Lonestare Title tournament! [EGL continues to watch, studying closely. The camera momentarily cuts away from the action in the ring to focus on two figures standing in the front row, loudly cheering on the hulking Boss Hogg. These are not just any two random fans, however – on the contrary, they are none other than the hardcore-loving, Dollar Tree-masked tag team of self-styled Trailer Park Assassinz. The duo, whose voices appear to have dropped an octave when compared to their on-camera appearances at Rampage #1 – hoot, holler, whoop, fist-pump, slam their hands against the protective barricade and generally raise hell as they show support for the big man: BIG ASSASSIN: Git 'im, Hogg! LITTLE ASSASSIN: Yeah! Kill 'im, Boss Hogg! CHANEY: Big Boss Hogg in the corner... [THUNK! A particularly nasty Headbutt from Big Boss Hogg doubles Bam over in the corner for the moment. The non-Bruce Springsteen Boss takes a second to shake out the cobwebs, but when he does... ] WATTERS: NO WAY! BAM'S ALIVE! CHANEY: He is! [Mr. Heritage as he is known in other wrestling circles turns and shoves Hogg into the corner... THUNK! A sick Headbutt of his own! The two men are both reeling, but Hogg grits his teeth and wants another...] [THUNK!] [Bam reels back for a moment and then grits his teeth before he clubs Hogg in the chest hard and then throws him into the corner...] [THUNK!] CHANEY: Have you EVER seen two men trade Headbutts like this before? They're both FIGHTERS! WATTERS: That they are! Love this! [Bam has the upper edge and then tries to go for broke with a charge in the corner when Hogg gets his elbow up, stunning the young mountain man. Bam takes a second to shake his head and then charges again, only this time eating a boot! With Bam stunned, he SCOOPS Bam onto his shoulders and DRILLS him center of the ring with a ring-shaking Belly to Belly Suplex!] CHANEY: Great series of moves! Could this be all? ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRE......................................KICKOUT!!! WATTERS: Bam's a damn machine! Trading Headbutts with men and taking Big Boss Hogg's best here! CHANEY: Both men want to impress in their debut, but only one man can take the win tonight! [EGL is golf clapping at ringside. Hogg continues throwing shots to Markham in order to slow him down some until he backs him into a corner. He charges in again and connects this time with a big Running Hip Attack in the corner! The wind gets knocked out of Bam after the shot and then he follows with a big Snapmare, throwing Bam to the ground before going for a Buffalo Sleeperhold!] CHANEY: This might be the only proper wrestling move we see in this match, but smart thinking by Hogg! He's slowing down the pace for Bammer. WATTERS: Yeah, Hogg is crazy but he's a veteran! I'm sure a wrestling move is in that brain of his somewhere! [The crowd is still firmly behind either man and Hogg continues putting the pressure to Bam as he pulls back on the arm while subduing him with a Rear Chinlock in the same go! Cam yells at Bam to fight his way out of it and he's trying the best he can, but it isn't often that Bam Markham gets outpowered by anybody. He uses his free arm and bites his lip while the official asks him if he wants to give up...] MARKHAM: F[BLEEP]! NO! CHANEY: I... I don't think he can be any clearer than that! WATTERS: The Markhams are a PROUD wrestling dynasty and they'd probably soon rather get beat half to death than admit defeat! [Hogg continues to crank back on the hold, but is surprised when the pro-Bam portion of the audience wills the fighting man from Boulder up to a knee. Hogg tries to keep him restrained, but Bam fights back with elbows to keep him off his game and then finally backs him into the turnbuckle to make Hogg let him go. Bam falls to a knee trying to catch his breath, but it doesn't take too long for Hogg to come back, aiming for a Clothesline ... ] CHANEY: NO! BAM JUST THREW HIM DOWN WITH THAT MODIFIED POWERSLAM OF HIS! WATTERS: That was an IMPRESSIVE throw! There probably aren't too many times that Boss Hogg has been thrown around like that! [The big Texas doesn't know what hit him and he stumbles to one corner while Bam remains on the opposite side, trying to catch his breath before plotting his next plan of attack... which is apparently just to attack! As Big Boss Hogg reaches his feet he charges at Bam looking for another Running Hip Attack when he catches a shot to the back of the head. Hogg gets doubled over and when he turns around, he's greeted with the sight of the 286-pound Bam coming off the middle rope with a sloppy, but effective Missile Dropkick knocking him clear off his feet!] WATTERS: Is Bam Markham really just two jacked cruiserweights stacked on top of one another, Cheney? CHANEY: I don't know, but I do know Bam's in control right now. He's waiting as Hogg sails back to the corner... then lets him have it with that Corner Lariat! [Hogg rattles after the big Lariat in the corner, but Bam isn't done as he backs away for a moment, only to come back with an even stiffer Running Knee Strike that SMACKS Hogg upside the head! The big man is clearly rattled and out on his feet when Bam sneaks up from behind... THROWING him with a Release German Suplex! WATTERS: And that's Bam showing the only wrestling move HE knows! And trying to take the win! ONE!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRE......................................KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Hogg kicked out of that big volley of moves! I don't know how, but he did it! WATTERS: Now what's this big monster child doing?! [The 25-year-old Bam waits for the veteran to try and stand with a fist being balled up. Cam watches intently as Bam looks for a signature left hook that has garnered him titles elsewhere. He lines him up...] CHANEY: NO! Bam's signature Meathook gets blocked... BUT HOGG'S CHOKESLAM DOESN'T! [Now the crowd goes nuts as Hogg covers!] ONE!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRE......................................KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: What a fight this is! These two men have been matching each other blow for blow and neither man looks like they're going to stop! WATTERS: Hogg's gotta go for his biggest move! He's got the chance! And EGL hasn't been able to watch anything but this match! [EGL even looks a little enthused by the match and composes himself as he watches the two bruisers. The proud Texan doesn't mince words or waste time as he goes to set Bam up for a move called The Boss Bomb. If the Double Underhook Bomb connects, he would definitely win. He underhooks the arms... but Bam kneels down and breaks free of his grip! Hogg throws a couple sledges to wear Bam down, but when he tries again, Bam FIRES him over with a Back Body Drop that dumps Hogg on his back!] CHANEY: That's some AMAZING strength by Bam! Can he follow up?] [Bam gnarls his teeth and prepars the big left hand again... AND NAILS THE MEAT HOOK! A gob of spit goes flying out of Hogg's mouth and he's BARELY upright when Bam boots him in the gut...] CHANEY: Bam nails the Meat Hook this time! And goes right into... WATTERS: BAM BOMB! DAMN HE NAILED IT! [The crowd POPS when Bam gets Hogg off the ground and SPIKES him with a full-force Powerbomb right into a pin!] ONE!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Bam collapses to the side takes a breather for the moment while the crowd goes nuts for the big slugfest they just witnessed! Hogg is sprawled out on the mat, but both men went out with both barrels and the crowd now applauds both their efforts. EGL has seen all that he wants to see after this match and decides to head back up the ramp.] CHANEY: This is only the second show we've done on SCW, but we just witnessed a war between two of this promotions biggest and baddest. Bam Markham is the winner for now, but let me tell you that Hogg could have just as easily won it. And after watching this, you have to wonder if EGL or any of the other Group D competitors are concerned after this performance. WATTERS: The real winner is me cause I watched two big'uns clobber the STANK off one another! [Cam walks into the ring and raises the hand of Bam, cheering the crowd before Bam walks over and helps Hogg back up to his feet. He pats him on the shoulder and though groggy, Hogg returns the favor with a fist bump to Bam before raising his arm.] WATTERS: Sportsmanship. Kill me. CHANEY: Hogg is definitely one you need to watch in the weeks to come. And Bam makes a statement to the others in the Group of Death... he's going to FIGHT and he's going to WIN. [Cut away.]
[As the scene cuts backstage, we see Davey-Boy O'Brien walking into general locker room still clad in his wrestling gear. Upon opening his locker, Davey-Boy sees a single nogal wooden box. When O'Brien reaches for the box to examine it, he is startled by a figure appearing in the doorway.] EGL: Bueno! I see you ha recibido el regalo I left for you! Just a small, como se dice... token of congratulations. For your win. [Davey-Boy looks slightly puzzled for a moment before looking down at the nogal box. The young grappler tries to hide his slight smirk at the generous gesture. A moment passes or was it an hour? Davey-Boy feels as though he needs to say something... so he does.] O'BRIEN: Much obliged. The lad gave me a solid square go, but Ah wasnae danger! [Davey-Boy pumps out his chest brashly. The boss of the Loco Wrestling Cartel doesn't understand the words coming out of Davey-Boy's mouth.] EGL: Que? No entiendo... KEEGAN: Ahem. [El Gringo Loco XLVII turns to see Keegan arriving before the conversation can go any further. Keegan gives the Mexican Mastermind a stern look.] EGL: Escucha, I just wanted to wish you congratulations. [EGL checks his wrist where his watch would go, if he wore a wristwatch, which he doesn't.] Well, I really do have to get going, now. Adios! [El Gringo Loco hurriedly takes his leave, like he has just been caught with another man's wife.] KEEGAN: What was all that about? O'BRIEN: I dunnae. Just payin' a compliment. [The Boy O'Groats' mentor regards the youth for a moment, not noticing the small box in his hand.] KEEGAN: Awright, lad. Hop to. We have a victory to celebrate! [Davey-Boy grins and disappears into another room to presumably change, as Keegan takes a cautious step back toward the door and glances out before pulling the locker room door fully shut. Keegan was clearly a bit suspicious of the visit from El Gringo Loco. The scene cuts out.]
[The screen cuts to show the following video.] [The screen is black and the first notes of the Maltese National Anthem are heard and a huge Maltese Cross comes on the screen.] [The screen then fades to a location in Malta. The camera continues to zoom and goes inside the room where a man is sat in the corner facing down wearing jeans and a Manchester United football shirt. As the camera focuses on him, he turns to face the camera and it is the Son of Malta. With a smirk on his face he starts talking to the camera.] SON OF MALTA: You can either love me or hate me, but the Son of Malta is officially signed to SCW. [He Pauses.] SON OF MALTA: The last time you saw me, I went toe to toe with the rookie known as Tyson Xavier, at the place I called my wrestling home for the last couple of years. Who would have thought that it would have been my last match at that place? They say a week is a long time in wrestling and that is true. [He turns the rest of the way to face the camera. His strength evident with every move.] SON OF MALTA: Following that match, I asked and got my release and now I am here in SCW. For those who don't know who I am, I will give you a small brief. [Another pause.] SON OF MALTA: I am a fighter. I was mentored by the great William Arthur Reagan. I competed in The Zone. I bled inside the cage. I saw my mentor being murdered by Keegan in the battle of Palermo. I retired from wrestling and then I had my son killed in an accident and he died in my arms after going to a wrestling show in my native country. [The pause is different this time. Not menacing, but pregnant all the same.] SON OF MALTA: As you have seen I have lost everything and have nothing else to lose. So when I get into the ring, I fight like it is the last match of life, like my life depends on it. They say that the most dangerous people are those with nothing to lose. Well when you meet me in the middle of the ring you will realise that is true. [He raises his right index finger.] SON OF MALTA: So if you want to see a sadistic man like you have never seen before in a wrestling ring, tune in to the next Rampage for the debut of the Son of Malta. [With that the cameras fade back to black.]
[We cut backstage and Sweaty Bling is hyped after their win.] PIRATE OF BLING: Yo Ho Ho! That is how we begin our journey to all the plunder and gold we be wanting! TONY SWEAT: Yeah, man! Did you see when I did that thing?! [Tony mimicks hitting a move on an opponent, sending a shower of his sweat all over his tag team partner who tries his best to resist shivering from disgust because he should be used to it after years of teaming with this guy but can one ever be used to such a thing?] PIRATE OF BLING: Aye. That was the bee's knee, matey. [Bling pulls out a handkerchef and starts to wipe some of Tony's sweat off of him.] TONY SWEAT: Or when you had that dude and did this to them! [Tony excitedly mimicks one of the Pirate's moves, sending another shower of sweat all over his poor tag team partner. Some of the sweat got in his eye and now he is in some personal distress.] PIRATE OF BLING: Ah.. yes. I.. I try my bes-UGGH! [Tony pumps a fist, sending another spray of his sweat flying and some of it in his partner's open mouth as he was in mid speech.] TONY SWEAT: We are the BEST! TEAM! AROUND! [Bling's face is turning various shades of green and he holds up a hand.] PIRATE OF BLING: Excuse me, matey. This ol' seadog has to visit the head. [The Pirate sprints away with a sense of emergency while Tony laughs.] TONY SWEAT: Visit the head? Haha! That's the spirit, man! Go get some action! [Tony looks around with an arched eyebrow.] TONY SWEAT: Looks like there is some action happening over there, better go take a look at that! [Sweat makes his way to a large gathering of ladies. He checks out the scene with excitement before approaching a nearby road agent.] TONY SWEAT: Hey, man! [He motions with his head towards the ladies, sending some sweat flying onto the poor agent.] TONY SWEAT: What's happening here, man? [The agent looks as if he is about to blow a gasket.] AGENT: Masked Maniac is entertaining the ladies again. Annoying eh? I am here trying to direct traffic and this guy wasting my time. [The Road Agent walks away annoyed and wiping his face of Tony's sweat. Tony shrugs with a smile.] TONY SWEAT: Whatever, man. I'm gonna get me some of this action! I'm a winner tonight! [Tony confidently struts towards the ladies when his progress is halted by a large masked man who happens to be one half of the team team the Masked Bros! The Masked Wingman holds his big right gauntlet up to stop the approaching sweat monster.] TONY SWEAT: What is your problem, meatball? Don't try to touch my chest, just cos I'm a winner! This chest action is for the ladies.] [The Masked Wingman doesn't speak, but shakes his head "No" indicating that he isn't allowed to approach and interrupt his idol, The Masked Maniac. All Tony sees is a big masked dude with a clipboard though.] TONY SWEAT: Wait a minute! You telemarketer scammer dudes are signing people up again?! [The Masked Wingman doesn't reply, only continues to shake his head. Sweat gets angry.] TONY SWEAT: I've HAD IT with you survey scamming dudes! I am gonna' go find security and do something about preventing you guys from showing up around here in the future! Just you wait and see meatball! [Sweat shakes his finger at the Masked Wingman who now becomes the drenched Masked Wingman, then Tony storms off while the big masked man wishes he had used his clipboard as a shield amid the racket of ladies giggling in the distance as they are entertained by the unseen Masked Maniac.]
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: How about those two, huh Larry? Sweaty Bling! WATTERS: They would be on cloud nine if it wasn't for those masked wingnuts! CHANEY: What? It isn't the fault of the Masked Brothers if Tony can't close the deal. WATTERS: Like you have ever closed anything other than a refrigerator, Chaney. CHANEY: (ignoring the comment) Fans, it is time for our next tag team bout as the Prague Drinking Team will square off against the debuting team of Grimmace and Grimmley, the Brothers Grimm! WATTERS: Grimmace is bigger than almost everybody around here, so Bosko and Skala better be drunk enough to handle it or it might be a long night for them! CHANEY: It's time to find out as we head to the ring! Take it away!
[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, hailing from Peoria, Illinois and weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and eighty-five pounds. Here are Grimmace and Grimmley.... T H E B R O T H E R S G R I M M ! ! ! ["Come Out and Play" by Offspring begins to play over the speaker system and the fans react with a little bit of awe as Grimmace walks out first. The 6'6", 345 lbs beast wears his tattered blue jean shorts and lumbers toward the ring. Behind him is Grimmley, the smaller of the brothers at 6'3" and 240 lbs. He is a little more lively and interacting with fans down the aisle even if it isn't always a positive interaction. They reach the ring and enter, awaiting the introductions of their opponents.] CHANEY: We've seen these guys many times over the years, Larry, and yet I still find myself shocked that they are related. WATTERS: Maybe they aren't related at all. CHANEY: But... WATTERS: Just because people hail from the same town and CLAIM to be brothers doesn't make them brothers. CHANEY: That shouldn't happen. WATTERS: You really are a rube at times, Chaney. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, from Prague, Czechia at a combined weight of 517 pounds, Josef Skala and Jan Bosko.... T H E P R A G U E D R I N K I N G T E A M ! ! ! [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.] CHANEY: The fans love these guys already! WATTERS: Of course they do! These guys pander to drunk morons who don't know any better. (mocking) Yay Beer! Like us you drunk losers! CHANEY: That is a little broad in your considerations, Larry. WATTERS: I never consider little broads, Chaney. I like a big ass. CHANEY: Oh goodness. The referee has them settled and he is calling for the bell. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: Looks like it will be Grimmley starting out against Jan Bosko. WATTERS: These guys are almost the same size. Nice to see an even-keel battle to start. CHANEY: You have never liked a fair fight in your life! WATTERS: Not true! Every fight I have ever had was fair, you just have to understand what is allowed to take advantage of within it! [Bosko and Grimmley circle each other and finally lunge in for the tie-up. Bosko shifts first after a bit of back and forth, transitioning into an arm bar, which Grimmley reverses into an arm bar of his own before Bosko jumps and plants a version of a pele kick into the head of Grimmley, which staggers him.] CHANEY: Shocking kick there by Bosko and I don't think Grimmley saw that coming, Larry! WATTERS: It was a surprising move, but I'm more surprised that Bosko thought of it after all the beer he seems to ingest on a daily basis. CHANEY: Perhaps he hasn't started consuming it yet. WATTERS: Yeah, that'll be the day! [Bosko reacts quickly and gets to his feet to grab hold of Grimmley and whip him into the ropes. He plants a textbook dropkick on Grimmley off the rebound and then jumps up to his feet and salutes the crowd, which gets him a cheap face pop.] CHANEY: The crowd loves these guys! And that dropkick was perfectly placed right there! WATTERS: It is amazing what someone can do with a little blood in their alcohol content. CHANEY: Larry, I think you need to come up with better things to say instead of ripping their hobby. WATTERS: I'm still waiting for the "Miami Crack Smoking Team" to arrive and feud with them. [Jan pulls Grimmley up and leads him into the Drinking Team's corner. He tags out to Josef Skala and then lifts the arm of Grimmley as all tag team wrestlers are taught to do. Skala enters the ring and plants a boot in the exposed ribs before grabbing the same arm and wrenching it further.] CHANEY: Tag in for Josef Skala, and he keeps the control on that arm. WATTERS: I will give them their due, they are working a solid tag team strategy. Always isolate and destroy. Smart stuff. CHANEY: These men are experienced and we should never have expected less. WATTERS: Listen, I have seem some pretty crazy stuff in my day. You *NEVER* know what to expect when it comes to the world of professional wrestling. [Skala takes his right hand and swings it wide for an overhead chop to the back of Grimmley's head. He does it again and the crowd is eating his antics up. Then Skala scoop lifts Grimmley into the air and hits him with a walking scoop powerslam that hits the canvas with authority and gets a pop from the crowd.] CHANEY: BIIIIIG POWERSLAM FROM SKALA!!! That shook the ring, Larry! WATTERS: It had a nice impact, but I did it better back in the day. There is an art to the scoop powerslam. CHANEY: I bet you say it is in the knees. WATTERS: It is all in the knees! This was good, but not great. He has room to improve, though. [Skala doesn't even attempt a pin after the powerslam. He decides to pulls Grimmley up and lift him into the air, dropping him with his ribs right across Skala's knee. The fans give a toast to the move as Skala drops him to the canvas.] CHANEY: RIB BREAKER BY SKALA!!! WATTERS: I think he fractured a couple right there! Now he hooks a leg! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHH...................KICKOUT BY GRIMMLEY!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: He got the shoulder up, but the look on his face shows it was painful. WATTERS: If he does have broken ribs, the fact he moved at all is a major accomplishment. CHANEY: He seems to be struggling for air right now. WATTERS: They need to be careful as if he hurt a rib, it could be legit dangerous. Grimmley needs out of there as quick as he can. [Skala pulls Grimmley up and leads him to the corner again, and tags Bosko back into the match. The crowd toasts Jan as he steps into the ring and he takes the arm bar from his partner and begins pulling and yanking on it as he takes him out of the corner.] CHANEY: Bosko keeps control on that arm. WATTERS: Good thing for Grimmley as it lets those ribs stay safe. If Bosko was smart, he would go right after the ribs and put him away. CHANEY: Taking him down little by little. WATTERS: Just allowing somebody to stay alive. It is a stupid strategy, Chaney. [Bosko finally uses the control of the arm to whip Grimmley into the corner across the way and then follows him in almost immediately. He jumps into the air for a corner splash, but Grimmley ducks out of the way and he tastes nothing but turnbuckle. Grimmley quickly moves and tags Grimmace into the match.] CHANEY: And here comes BIIIIG Grimmace! WATTERS: Yeah this match just took a seismic shift in ways that can't be undersold. That guy is bigger than either member of the Drinking Team. CHANEY: This doesn't look good for Skala or Bosko. WATTERS: Big country hick that only knows how to eat and kick ass.....and there isn't a dinner table in the ring. Nice knowing you guys! [Grimmace steps into the match and is noticeably bigger than Bosko. Bosko throws punches at the beast, but Grimmace no sells them as if they were attacks from a gnat. Grimmace reaches out and grabs Bosko by the throat. He lifts him into the air....]
[The video feed is gone, but we can still hear the announcers.] CHANEY: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!?!?! WATTERS: The lights are out and our monitors are showing nothing but a color test pattern! CHANEY: (as if talking to someone near him) Are you saying that nobody can see anything? WATTERS: Looks like the fans are missing out on my expect commentary! That is so sad for them. CHANEY: Larry, I was just told our microphones are still hot, but the video feed has been interrupted somehow and the lights are out here in the arena! WATTERS: We just opened this place a month ago! How the hell are the lights having difficulties? CHANEY: I don't know. It isn't finances, something is going on and it shouldn't be this way! WATTERS: I hear the ring having impacts, so something is still happening in there! Fans are getting their cell phones out and the place is starting to look a tad blue! CHANEY: It is giving us some light though and it looks like Grimmace is laying out here in front of our table, Larry! WATTERS: How the hell did he end up out here? CHANEY: That may have been the impact you heard, Crusher! WATTERS: It is hard to tell what is going on in there, even with all these call phones lighting the place up. CHANEY: Well we need to describe things for the fans as they cannot see because the video feed is currently not working! WATTERS: Well it looks like Bosko and Skala aren't even in the ring! Grimmley is in there, but looks confused. CHANEY: The Prague Drinking Team is over on the left side of the ringside area. WATTERS: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!?!?! CHANEY: They are drinking with the ringside fans! [We can hear the "chug!" chant begin over the audio feed.] WATTERS: Those idiots are going to incite a riot! CHANEY: It looks like one fan had a beer bong with him and Skala is downing a beer from it! WATTERS: Good God! [The fans erupt in cheers.] CHANEY: Looks like Skala finished the hit in record time! [Suddenly the test pattern disappears and the screen comes back to life. We see Grimmley standing in the ring and looking down at his fallen partner. On the adjacent side, we see the Drinking Team celebrating with fans. Cell Phones lit up all over the arena and the fans cheer as the lights return.] WATTERS: ABOUT DAMN TIME!!! CHANEY: Bosko and Skala are out there drinking with the fans and Grimmley is in the ring. WATTERS: Who is the legal man for each team? CHANEY: I'm not certain. The lights were out and nobody seems to know what happened. WATTERS: But we can see trouble on the horizon! [Grimmley climbs the corner and gets to the top turnbuckle as he looks down at the Prague Drinking Team having fun with fans. Just as he goes for the leap, the guys notice and both lift their legs in a kick that connects with him in the gut on each side as he lands hard to a massive "OHHHHHHHH!!!" from the crowd.] CHANEY: GRIMMLEY REAAALLLLLLY MIS-TIMED THAT ONE!!! WATTERS: And he paid for it dearly! The Drinking Team just aware enough to not be caught off guard and this one has to be over. CHANEY: Well, once they get it back in the ring. WATTERS: They may be half in the bag, but these guys know enough to put a man in the ring to win a match. [Skala and Bosko pull Grimmley up and roll him into the ring. They slide in after him and stand up on each side. They pull Grimmley up and nail him with a double flapjack in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: IMPERIAL PILSNER!!! WATTERS: Bosko hooks the leg! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: PRAGUE DRINKING TEAM WITH THE VICTORY!!! WATTERS: Well it is an easy win after your opponent takes a header off the top. CHANEY: He was trying to pull a surprise. WATTERS: And I bet he was really surprised when he got kicked on the way to hitting the arena floor. SURPRISE! [Bosko and Skala raise their arms in celebration as the fans start another "chug!" chant in the arena as their theme music begins to play.] CHANEY: These guys are quickly becoming fan favorites here in Dallas! WATTERS: If they start wearing cowboy hats, I will refuse to call their matches. CHANEY: Is that a threat? WATTERS: It's a promise, Chaney! [The screen cuts away as it fades.]
[The program shifts to the locker room area, where Tess Wiley is standing in front of a basic white background with an SCW logo on it. With her are El Gringo Loco XLVII and Pat Gordon, Junior, who is carrying a large black duffel bag. Tess looks as bored as ever, chomping on a piece of gum in her black jeans and a t-shirt that has EGL a little unhinged. The shirt features Dallas goth band Aztec Death. Her hair, eye makeup, and lipstick all match: midnight black. She perpetuates the goth archetype.] WILEY: [Very flatly and uninterestedly] Hello SCW fans. This is Tess Wiley standing by for a very important interview with El Doritos Loco and... EGL: [Annoyed as he corrects her] That’s El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior, young lady. WILEY: Right. [The bag catches her eye, and she suddenly is a little bit interested.] Hey, man, what’s in the bag? You got a dead body in there or something? EGL: I’m glad you asked, young lady. What’s in the bag? [The Mexican Mastermind pats the duffel bag that PGJR is holding.] The tournament is in the bag! Hahaha! The hopes and dreams of fifteen other men, every one of them desiring the same thing, the SCW Lonestar Championship... That’s what’s in this bag. And it all starts tonight, with Patricio Gordon in the main event facing Michael Wilson! [And her interest is as lost as her putrid soul again.] PGJR: That’s right. Everyone saw my match two weeks ago with Tripp Skylark. Now, Tripp is a great wrestler, but as hard as he tried, the Oklahoma Orthodontist was the one who came out on top, showing everyone in Texas how truly great Okies can be. Tonight, I start my march to winning the Southwestern Championship Wrestling Lonestar Heavyweight Title and bringing it home to Oklahoma. [The Hardest Working Man in Pro-Wrestling smiles like a kid on Christmas as he basks in the thought of winning another major championship.] PGJR: And it all starts with you, Michael Wilson. Now, just in case you think you’ve got one up on me, let me set things straight. You wrestled in high school. I wrestled and boxed my way through college. You’re a two time former World Heavyweight Champion, well so am I. You’re a legend in CWF. I’m a legend everywhere I go. ANZAC Pro Wrestling in New Zealand, Canadian X-Pro, FGA out east, Hate City Syndicate in Fort Worth, Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER in the UK, hell, right here in SCW, it doesn’t matter! Anywhere I go, I’m an instant legend. There’s one more thing we got in common... Your dad was a pro-wrestler. So was mine. My dad was the most bad ass hardcore wrestler ever to come from Ireland. Wanna know how hardcore I can be? I was engaged to Julliet Brooks for over a year, and to this day I still can’t make it through Saw without needing a cold shower. Just ask C.J. O’Donnell, he knows what I’m talking about. [Suddenly, Tess perks up and smiles at the Oklahoma Orthodontist.] WILEY: Saw? So, you can get pretty rough, huh? [Unfortunately for Pat Gordon, Junior, it is then that “Celtic Crippler” Caleb Foley happens upon them.] FOLEY: Holy smokes … As I live and breathe Pat Gordon Junior. Maybe he can help me. [Caleb goes to touch PGJR on the shoulder but El Gringo Loco XLVII interrupts him. ] EGL: Espera, young man. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a very important interview? FOLEY: Maybe you can help me then. Do you know where a good place to get Spanish food is? I could really use a burrito or two from Taco Bell. I tried to ask Siri but for some reason my WiFi isn’t connected. You seem like you know where I can get good Spanish food. EGL: [Indignant and full of ire] Te atreves? Como te atreves a interrumpirnos con algo tan trivial! Pero... there is a place down the street. Es muy bueno. No, no, no. No puedes estar aqui right now. [Loco prods Caleb with his cane to try to get him to leave.] FOLEY: Excuse me old man but if you poke me with your cane one more time I’m gonna make you a puppet. [Caleb slaps the cane away which gets the attention of PGJR.] FOLEY: Ahhh … I see I have your attention now. Before you sent your little Chalupa over here I was just going to tell you Pat that it was an honor watching your father wrestle. He was a great man. I am sure you are proud of everything he accomplished and how he paved the way for you. [Gordon nods in agreement. Tess loses her interest again.] PGJR: As a matter of fact, I am. My father was a great wrestler, God rest his soul. [Pat makes the sign of the cross three times, once over his forehead, once over his lips, and once over his heart.] PGJR: Thank you. Finally, somebody around here who shows me the respect I deserve! I just wish my old man could be here to see it when I win the Lonestar Heavyweight Title. FOLEY: That’s gonna be hard to do, especially since I’m going to be the first ever Lonestar Heavyweight Champion. But hey nothing wrong with coming in second place. It’s like being the first loser. [Caleb chuckles but PGJR doesn’t look amused at that last comment.] FOLEY: You know we Junior we have a lot in common. I mean we both have a storied past and have been the face of every organization we have been in. We put butts in the seats and entertain the fans. We have given our all to this sport. Maybe one day you will come back to the good side and leave these Cartel goons. WILEY: Whatever, this is boring. That’s all the time we have here. Back to you, Chaney and Watters. [Completely losing her interest again, Tess Wiley cuts of the interview and walks away.] PGJR: Well isn’t that just peachy! You come out here and interrupt my interview, and now we’re out of time! [Pat Gordon, Junior and El Gringo Loco continue to bicker inaudibly with Caleb Foley as the program goes back to ringside.]
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: Looks like Pat Gordon and Caleb Foley aren't going to get along very well. WATTERS: And that shocks you? Foley should have kept his chicks around and perhaps then people wouldn't be sick of him within seconds. CHANEY: Larry that is the worst critique of a person I have heard in... WATTERS: (interrupting) and you are about as dumb as box of rocks for thinking otherwise. CHANEY: ...a few seconds. (breathes) Well fans, it is time to see the debut of "Legend" Sean Darring. We have heard a lot and expect even more, but can the veteran live up to the hype? WATTERS: Honestly, who knows. If we get vintage Darring, who will do whatever it takes to win, this will be a great night. If we get "uncle fluffy, please love me" Darring. God only knows. CHANEY: Well it's time to find out as we are ready to take it 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 as the legendary opening chords to the Final Countdown by Europe blasts over the PA system ...] BUFFINGTON: Introducing from Miami, Florida... Standing at 6 foot 4 and weighing in at 240 lbs... "T H E L E G E N D" S E A N D A R R I N G ! ! ! [The fans begin to cheer as green mist emerges from the back. "The Legend" Sean Darring walks through the mist as he walks down the aisle way. Decked out in a full-blown golden robe with the words "The Legend" written in silver glitter letters.] [The fans reach across their seats and into the aisle way trying to the legend. Sean Darring stops along the way to greet young fans and spend a few seconds with them as he continues towards the ring.] [Finally, after what felt like a long few minutes … The Legend steps between the ropes and into the squared circle. He turns one final time with his long elegant robe and raises his arms bringing the fans to their feet.] CHANEY: The fans have been waiting eagerly for the Legend to arrive, and here he is! WALTERS: Darring has had a storied career, however, the fact is he isn't a young pup anymore. CHANEY: The Legend will be counting on his experience and ring IQ to bail him out of jams that his age has put him in. However, before we get to his match it looks like Sean Darring is asking for a microphone. [The Ring Announcer from the outside hands Sean Darring a wireless microphone as the fans continue to roar waiting for the Legend to speak for the first time in the young SCW. Darring stands there soaking up the cheers looking around with a smile on his face. After allowing the fans to give their gratitude for a good 45 seconds, he raises the microphone and begins to speak.] LSD: Thank you. [You can barely hear the Legend over the Texan crowd. Instead of talking this time, Darring brings his right hand and taps his heart - showing thanks by a simple gesture.] LSD: No truly, thank you for the warm welcome. It's amazing to be back in Texas. I have had many great times here. You Texan fans have always given me a deserving reaction. Of course, I haven't always deserved this kind of respect. [Darring chuckles as he hints towards his days of being a heel.] LSD: I know the million dollar question is out there. Why did I decide after all these years to return back to the ring? A lot of rumors have been floating about, but the simple fact was I missed it. I missed the excitement ... I missed the action ... I missed all of this - [The Legend does a 360 pointing to all the fans in the arena.] LSD: I have spent over 20 years in this business. I am in a few Hall of Fames. My time is nearly over and let's be honest I am rusty as hell. But, when I got the call from a good friend of mine and that itch returned. Well? It was an itch I just had to scratch. And after tonight, standing right here inside this ring. I know I made the right decision. [LEG----END! a chant breaks out.] LSD: It will be interesting to see how this old body stands up to the wealth of talent on this roster. It appears there is a Lonestar title tournament going on... They say it doesn't get any bigger in Texas, but that is BIG! [Darring slowly nods, but holds up his index finger.] LSD: Apparently, my name has already started coming out of some of the boy's mouth in the back. [More chuckles.] LSD: I know that game all too well. I guess all in due time, I will get familiar with each and everyone on the roster. I am not a very hard guy to find. I am not here to dodge anyone. If you want to prove that you are good, then let's lace them up. My home has been in Miami, but now... Now it's right here in Texas. [Big POP!] LSD: So let the fun begin. This industry has given me more then I could ever ask for. It's my life. I look forward to the final chapter and giving back just maybe a little back into the world that has given me everything. El Principle, I can't understand a word you said earlier, but good luck, kid. [... and with that Darring turns and underhand tosses the microphone to the outside back to the ring announcer. The Legend is ready for his first official match in the SCW ... his first official match in years.] CHANEY: The Legend is back! WATTERS: Chaney, I have always been here! CHANEY: You know what I meant, Larry. WATTERS: I do and you are still WRONG. Darring will be as rusty as I would be right now. That isn't a good thing for him. CHANEY: I guess we will see. WATTERS: Somebody get that container of oil for the tin man in there because he's not going to move very well! [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, 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. He looks at Darring and the veteran smiles back at the masked superstar, but Principe waves him off dismissively.] CHANEY: El Principe is not impressed it seems, Larry. WATTERS: Well the guy is LITERALLY wrestling royalty. A guy that calls himself a legend shouldn't rank on his radar I would assume. CHANEY: But you would agree Darring has legendary cred, right? WATTERS: Yes. I hate to admit it, but the man has always been a top performer. Just not sure if he is up to the challenge at this age. CHANEY: Well it is time to find out as the referee has called for the bell. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] WATTERS: And now we see if an old man can contend in this young man's game. CHANEY: You sound a little bitter there, Larry. WATTERS: Not at all. Your body tells you when it is time to hang it up. In my case I was about three years younger than Darring is now, but I believe I wrestled more than he did in that time. CHANEY: Seriously? WATTERS: Absolutely! Darring hasn't been in the ring in a few years, Chaney. I stayed active for twenty-three years straight. [The two veterans begin to circle, as is the custom at a match's beginning, And they lunge in for the tie-up. After some initial back and forth, Darring manages to get an advantage and twists around on Principe to gain a hammer lock. He quickly steps in front of his opponent and delivers an elbow to the stomach before taking him by the head and flipping him with a snap mare take down.] CHANEY: Snap Mare by Darring and it looks like he is holding form early on. WATTERS: Well anybody can do a snap mare. I'm more interested in what happens next. CHANEY: The bar seems set high for Darring in your book. WATTERS: You call yourself "The Legend" then you better back it up. [Darring gets up and the fans give him a cheer for the old-school chain wrestling, but Principe jumps to his feet immediately and starts complaining to the referee. He motions as if tugged in the back of his head by his hair. Darring begins laughing and shaking his head as Principe pleads his case to the referee.] CHANEY: Principe pleading his case to the referee that Darring pulled his hair. HE IS WEARING A MASK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! WATTERS: He could still have hair, Chaney. CHANEY: BUT HE DOESN'T!!! Just look at him right now! He is lying so hard that he could get elected to Congress! WATTERS: If he says it happened, who are we to judge? [They lock up again and Darring uses his size advantage to push Principe into the corner before delivering a chop to the chest, and another, and then a third. The crowd giving the appropriate response each time. Principe manages to stick his head between the middle and top rope and the referee steps in to stop any more chops from being delivered.] CHANEY: Once again Principe escapes Darring's assault. WATTERS: Ring awareness is what that is, Chaney. Not everybody has it like The Prince does. This is why he is a legend in Mexico. CHANEY: And I suppose he has proven himself in your book? WATTERS: Just watch him work and the answer is clear. [The Legend is not amused at this point and as he walks back up to Principe, the Mexican star reaches out and jabs a thumb into Darring's eye. Sean staggers back as Principe rushes and delivers a chop block to the back of the right knee, sending Darring to the canvas as the crowd boos loudly.] CHANEY: PRINCIPE JABS DARRING IN THE EYE! WATTERS: Now he has total control and that allowed him to go after the joints of the old man. CHANEY: You do have to wonder how his forty-six year old body will stand up to attacks like that. WATTERS: Knees don't stay bouncy forever. I can attest to that. [Principe moves to take the back of Darring, grabbing him from behind in an inverted DDT hold, but he lifts the bigger man up in an inverted suplex lift to drop him down over his knee in a modified back breaker.] CHANEY: back breaker by Principe! That look nasty! WATTERS: He knows that a veteran like Darring will not be taken down cheaply. He is attacking in a way to wear him down for the kill. CHANEY: He has a single focus, that is for sure. WATTERS: A vital component to winning in the ring. [As Darring is trying to get to his feet, Principe moves and drills him in the back of the head with a knee strike. He then stomps on the right leg of Darring over and over as the fans really begin to boo him. Principe just steps back and holds his arms out as if taunting Darring and the fans, even though Sean is still on the mat.] CHANEY: Principe certainly seems proud of what he is doing, Larry. He is just tainting everybody right now. WATTERS: When you have the advantage, you can do almost anything you want in there. CHANEY: Almost? WATTERS: Well you have to stay focused because stuff happens if you don't. [Principe pulls Darring up to his feet and then drops down as fast as possible and grabs the right leg, spinning Sean around with a dragon screw legwhip. Darring rolls against the ropes and his right leg ends up landing on the bottom rope.] CHANEY: Dragon Screw Legwhip and Darring's leg is just getting torn up in there! WATTERS: That would hinder someone half his age. CHANEY: His style isn't speed oriented, Crusher, so this may not be as worrysome as you make it sound. WATTERS: Listen, you can't do technical wrestling if one of your wheels is not full strength....at least you can't do it well. [The Mexican star gives no time to react for his prey as he runs over and leaps into the air, landing a Seated Senton splash on the right knee as it sat elevated by the bottom rope. Darring yelled out in pain at the impact and the crowd again sent jeers Principe's way.] CHANEY: SEATED SENTON RIGHT ON THAT RIGHT KNEE!!! WATTERS: Darring may end up needing a walker or even a wheel chair when this match is over! CHANEY: Principe has the entire wrestling world on edge right now with his pushing Darring to his limits. WATTERS: You have to keep going though. You have to follow through. [Principe grabs Darring's legs and stands with his rear facing his opponent. He puts the legs wrapped around his in an inverted figure four before using the natural lock created and leaning back in a bridge, forcing Darring's shoulders to the mat.] CHANEY: Principe has an inverted figure four hold and he turns it into a pin! WATTERS: Oh wow! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . [Principe reaches and grabs the rope to steady his bridge with his free hand.] . . . . . . . TH...............REFEREE CALLS FOR THE BREAK! CHANEY: THE REFEREE SAW HIM GRAB THE ROPE!!! WATTERS: That is a travesty! CHANEY: But he was cheating, Larry! WATTERS: Doesn't matter, Chaney! The count should have been completed and all complaints registered afterward! [The referee forces the break as he saw Principe reach and grab the ropes for leverage. The Mexican star lets go of the hold and begins to get very animated and yelling at the referee in Spanish.] CHANEY: I think Principe agrees with you, Larry. Look at him give a piece of his mind to the referee. WATTERS: Remember what I said about staying focused? The Prince is not focused now. He's just pissed off. CHANEY: You think it will cost him? WATTERS: The longer he gripes at the referee, the more opening he offers. It is the equivalent to a villain monologuing in the movies. [The exchange between Principe and the referee continues as he won't let it go. Principe continues berating him for his cowardice to let this match end and claiming the ref is biased toward Darring because he worshipped him as a child. At least we think that is what he said as it was all in a foreign tongue.] CHANEY: I think I'm glad we can't fully understand what was being said there. WATTERS: I understood it all. CHANEY: You did? Enlighten us then, my friend! WATTERS: I can't. This is a family show I have been told. [Principe waved his hand at the referee and walks away. He goes back to Darring and leans down in order to pull him back to his feet, but the Legend swiftly grabs the smaller man and flips him over into a small package.] CHANEY: SMACK PACKAGE BY DARRING!!! WATTERS: NOOOO!!!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRRR...........KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Principe nearly lost this one in short order! WATTERS: I told you he needed to stay focused. Darring is too smart to let him have that much time. CHANEY: And Principe is irate yet again! WATTERS: He thinks the referee is against him, and I have to admit I agree to a point. [Principe again is up in the referee's face because he felt like the referee caused the near fall to happen. While he is going off, Darring pulls himself off as the fans cheer his recovery. He reaches out and taps Principe on the shoulder, and Principe turns around...] CHANEY: DARRING WITH A NASTY RIGHT CROSS RIGHT TO THE JAW!!! WATTERS: That was the kind of knuckle sandwich we used to throw back in the day. Wow! CHANEY: Sean Darring seems to have had enough of Principe's antics and attitude! WATTERS: I wonder if he had that fist loaded in any way. I couldn't see anything, but Darring is able to do wonders when he sets his mind in the right way. [The Mexican star staggers from the hard punch and Darring moves quickly, grabbing Principe and hitting an inverted Russian legsweep. Before Principe can react, Darring grabs the left leg by the foot and slams the knee into the canvas as hard as he can.] CHANEY: Darring going to work on Principe's knee now! WATTERS: These two are very similar in their styles. Both are solid technically and that means this will be more of a grind between them. CHANEY: No fireworks then? WATTERS: There will be fireworks, as we have seen. Just no high flying craziness off the top and stuff like that. [Darring is in control as he pulls Principe up by his mask and throws the arm over for a vertical suplex lift, only to drop his opponent down with a brainbuster. The fans erupt as the Legend looks to be back to form.] CHANEY: BRAINBUSTER BY THE LEGEND!!! WATTERS: Darring is showing why SCW got him out of retirement. He has shaken off his ring rust and now Principe could be in trouble. CHANEY: It was only a matter of time. WATTERS: It was. You cannot let a veteran like Darring hang around forever. Especially if you have an advantage. [Darring pulls Principe to his feet again and grabs him by the sides of his head and yanks him down with his jaw against the hardest part of his forehead. The jawbreaker staggers Principe into the ropes and he rebounds back into Darring's arms for a spinning front face DDT that gets the crowd to pop loudly.] CHANEY: BIIIIIGGGG DDT FROM DARRING! WATTERS: He hooks the leg and it could be it! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRE......................NO!!! KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Principe survives the moment! WATTERS: Darring is in full control though, Chaney. And that DDT does what it was meant to do. CHANEY: Get a near fall? WATTERS: Soften up the head and neck area for when he gets the chance to put that "Legend Lock" on. [Darring doesn't say a word as he gets to his feet. He reaches down and grabs Principe's feet and moves them around his calves, then he reaches down and grab his arms and rolls over into an Octopus hold. Principe's head starts reeling around as if possessed by the pain the hold is causing.] CHANEY: LOOK AT THAT OCTOPUS HOLD, LARRY!!! WATTERS: Somebody get a priest in here with some holy water! CHANEY: Principe is in serious pain! He may give up! WATTERS: How? We can't understand him and his arms are tied up! [The referee continues checking to see if Principe will give up, but the only sounds are in Spanish yelling about the pain in his body. Darring is bridging him as far as he can to cause maximum difficulty for the Mexican star.] CHANEY: Darring is really torquing the hold right now! WATTERS: He pulls any further and Principe could crack something in his spine! CHANEY: This hold is draining the masked man quickly. His head isn't thrashing as bad as it was seconds ago. WATTERS: Principe may never be the same after this. [Finally, the struggle to maintain the hold forced Darring's head under the bottom rope enough for the referee to call for the break. Sean holds for a couple of seconds before letting go of the hold and allowing Principe to crumple to the mat looking as if he was drug though a wringer.] CHANEY: The hold is broken and Principe looks like he is jelly! WATTERS: I say the same thing I said earlier. You need to keep pressing. CHANEY: Darring isn't getting to his feet quickly, but he is lowly yanking himself off the mat. WATTERS: And when he gets to his feet, It may be time to put an end to this one before it is past time for him! [Darring gets to his feet and pulls Principe up to a knee when the Mexican star suddenly lashes out with a low blow. The fans react as one would expect, heaping a ton of shade on the masked star for cheating so blatantly.] CHANEY: LOW BLOW BY PRINCIPE! WATTERS: The great equalizer! CHANEY: What a cheater! He is doing anything he can to stay in this match even if it means flaunting against the rules of the ring! WATTERS: It's a fight now. You do what you have to do in there. [Principe grabs Darring and whips him into the corner as hard as he can. Sean hits with a thud as his chest connects with the turnbuckle and he staggers back toward Principe, who uses the momentum to lift the slightly bigger man into the air for a bridging northern lights suplex.] CHANEY: NORTHERN LGIHTS SUPLEX WITH A BRIDGE!!! WATTERS: Where did THAT come from? ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHRRR.......................NO!!!!!!! CHANEY: Principe just lost control there, Larry! WATTERS: He used every ounce of energy he had to get the suplex over, but he didn't have anything left to hold that bridge. CHANEY: He knows it too. WATTERS: A veteran knows every missed opportunity in there and you never forget them, either. [Principe is shaking his head because he feels he should have won right there, and if he had more strength perhaps he might have. Principe gets to his feet and makes it over to where Darring is trying to get to his feet as well. He walks up behind him just as Darring kicks his foot back and makes contact with a low blow that drops Principe to the mat.] CHANEY: DARRIGN RETURNS THE FAVOR!!! WATTERS: If what Principe did was cheating, so was that! Call it what it is! CHANEY: His back was to him and we have no way of knowing if it was deliberate or not. WATTERS: It's SEAN FREAKING DARRING! Of COURSE it was deliberate! [Darring takes a moment to recover before stepping over to Principe, whose Spanish is in much higher pitch now, and he pulls him up to his feet. This lasts only for a second as Sean spins Principe for a nasty Hangman's Neckbreaker.] CHANEY: HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER BY DARRING! WATTERS: Softening up that neck even more. This guy is still good. CHANEY: Does it drive you nuts? WATTERS: Yes. CHANEY: Nothing more to say there as to why it does. WATTERS: I'm not saying another word. [Darring has a sly smile on his face as the fans cheer him on. He rolls over and finds Principe on his stomach. He uses his legs to lock in a scissor lock on Principe's arms and then rolls in the same direction to get him on his head, which makes Principe's entire body weight forced onto his neck. At the same time, Darring bars one of Principe's elbows across his body and hyperextends the joint.] CHANEY: LEGEND LOCK! HE HAS IT CINCHED IN!!! WATTERS: That looks disgusting! Principe is literally in a knot! CHANEY: The referee is checking Principe as you have to think that mask makes this even worse! [We hear Principe begin yelling "Si! Si! Si!" over and over.] WATTERS: It's over! Darring has submitted him! CHANEY: The referee is calling for the bell and Sean Darring has managed to win by submission in his SCW debut! WATTERS: That is one nasty hold. The locker room better be watching there. [Darring releases the hold and the fans erupt as the announcement is made of his victory. He gets up to his feet and raises his arms in triumph, but still looks like he has been in more of a fight than he figured it would be.] CHANEY: The old man still has it, Larry! WATTERS: Why thank you, Chaney. Always nice to be recognized. CHANEY: Not you! I'm talking about Sean Darring! And now he can focus on making his run at the Lonestar Heavyweight Title! WATTERS: He's in the group of death, so we'll see what they have to say about that. [The screen fades out as it cuts away...]
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[CUT TO THE BACK!] [The camera finds up near the back of the arena, where there has been a couple of couches and an old box television sit up. On the screen is a closed network feed of just the wrestling ring as the couches are filled with several SCW fans. But not just fans. In fact, there is one wrestler sitting right in the middle of everyone. Instantly recognizable from the golden looks peeking out from underneath his beanie, TRIPP SKYLARK is in mid conversation with a fan as Tess Wiley saunters up, microphone in hand. Tripp notices her immediately…] TRIPP: Oh no!!! Don’t you be actin’ like I gots some rasslin’ match. I triple checked this time. No Tripp on the bill tonight! WILEY: Are you sure, Tripp? Are you SURE you don’t have a match tonight? [Tess laughs as the self doubt creeps over Tripp’s face.] WILEY: Yes, Tripp, you are correct. You do NOT have a match tonight, which then begs the question… What brings you here this evening? TRIPP: Just chilling... WILEY: ...chilling? TRIP: like a mother fluffin’ villain!
[The screen cuts back to the ringside announce crew.] CHANEY: Tripp Skylark in the back enjoying himself, Larry. WATTERS: That goofball needs to be taken to a looney bin and dried out for awhile. He takes nothing serious except that stupid weed! CHANEY: Speaking of serious, we just learned that Freddie Sagawa walked out of the Methodict Hospital ER and nobdoy knows where he is! WATTERS: Well if I were Chase Williams, I might be finding a new hotel with an assummed name! Freddie's coming for you and that isn't a good place to be no matter how big and bad you are! CHANEY: Alight, alright, alright! The group stages of the tournament to crown the first ever SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion are in full swing, and to cap off tonight’s action, we’ll see the first match from Group D, “the Group of Death.” WATTERS: You know, you sound like Matthew McConaughey when you say that, Chaney. CHANEY: Well then maybe I should say it more often. WATTERS: Don’t. I can’t stand Matthew McConaughey. CHANEY: Be that as it may, we’re about to see two bonafide legends collide for the first time as Michael Wilson faces Pat Gordon, Junior. WATTERS: This one might be too close to call, Chaney. One one hand, Michael Wilson is a two time CWF World Heavyweight Champion and the youngest SGWF Heavyweight Champion ever. On the other hand, Pat Gordon, Junior is an unbeaten former United Wrestling League World Heavyweight Champion, former NBW World Heavyweight Champion, and a former Television Champion in Alan Envy’s short lived Hate City Syndicate in Fort Worth, Texas. CHANEY: Those are two impressive resumes, I’ll give them that. WATTERS: And both of them are willing to do whatever it takes to win. The only thing that’s certain is this has the makeup to be one of the best matches of all time! CHANEY: We will see, Larry. Now let’s send it up to the Buff for the introductions! [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, it is time for the SCW Rampage MAIN EVENT of the evening! The following contest will be a group stage match for Group D in the tournament to crown the FIRST EVER SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion. It is scheduled for one fall with television time remaining. Introducing first, representing El Gringo Loco’s Wrestling Cartel, weighing in at 247 pounds, now residing in Muskogee, Oklahoma… [The fans boo when El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior enter to the tune of Merle Haggard’s “Okie from Muskogee.” Pat Gordon, Junior is carrying the large, black duffel bag from earlier. The pair are all smiles as EGL leads Gordon down the aisle.] BUFFINGTON: Accompanied by El Gringo Loco, he is “the Hardest Working Man in Pro- Wrestling,” “the Oklahoma Orthodontist,” “the Muskogee Mauler,” and master of the Sunday Morning Hangover, the Pat Lock, and the World’s Worst Chair Shot... PAT... GORDON... JUNIOR!!! WATTERS: Here come Pat Gordon, Junior and El Gringo Loco. You know, I heard a rumor that El Gringo Loco is expanding the Cartel. CHANEY: Well, we saw him scouting Davey-Boy O’Brien versus “Good” Gordon Gaines and Big Boss Hogg versus Bam Markham earlier. I suppose anything is possible. WATTERS: But I heard he ALREADY has another member waiting in the wings! CHANEY: Really? I wonder who it could be… WATTERS: Knowing El Gringo Loco, it’ll be someone great. He always gets the best talent. [When they reach the ringside area, Pat Gordon, Junior drops the duffel bag on the floor. He then removes his Cartel shirt and pretends he is going to give the shirt to a lucky little fan in the audience, only to snatch it away at the last minute!] CHANEY: The nerve! Getting that young fan’s hopes up, only to step on them! WATTERS: He’s doing the kid a favor, Chaney. There’s no such thing as a free lunch... or t-shirt. That’s a valuable lesson. [Pat laughs into the camera before scaling the steps. He holds the ropes open for El Gringo Loco to enter the squared circle, who returns the favor. The Mexican Mastermind then goes over some last minute strategy while they wait for Michael Wilson to make his entrance.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 227 pounds, he is a former two time CWF World Heavyweight Champion and the longest reigning CWF World Heavyweight Champion ever... [“Jungle” by X Ambassadors plays, and Michael Wilson is met with boos from the Dallas crowd the second he steps into the arena. He makes his way down the aisle, stopping for a minute to argue with a little kid.] CHANEY: Well, they say he bites his tongue for no man, woman, or child. What do you suppose the argument is about? WATTERS: Probably explaining to the kid what was so terrible about the Game of Thrones finale. CHANEY: Can a child that age even watch Game of Thrones? BUFFINGTON: He is the self-proclaimed “Purveyor of Truth” and master of the GTR... MICHAEL... WILSON!!! [Michael Wilson finally makes his way to ringside and rolls in under the bottom rope. He turns and raises his arms, only to receive boos from the crowd. El Gringo Loco points his cane at Michael Wilson, prompting Pat Gordon, Junior to launch a sneak attack!] CHANEY: Well, at the order of El Gringo Loco, Pat Gordon, Junior isn’t waiting to get this one started! WATTERS: Now, that’s what I like to see. You’ve got to take every advantage you can get when the stakes are this high. [Gordon pounds Wilson in the back of the neck and shoulders with a couple of forearm smashes, while El Gringo Loco takes his leave from the ring. Gordon drags the Purveyor of Truth’s face across the top rope before sending him across the ring with an Irish whip.] CHANEY: Whip into the ropes, Michael Wilson ducks the clothesline and comes back with one of his own! WATTERS: Nice move by Wilson. You’ve got to give it to him, Chaney, even with the early start to the match from Pat Gordon, Junior, Wilson had him scouted. He does his homework. [With PGJR still on the mat, Michael Wilson seizes the opportunity to slap on a reverse chinlock.] CHANEY: Chinlock applied, and Shane Staggs is checking to make sure it’s not an illegal choke. He seems to think it’s kosher. WATTERS: And why wouldn’t it be, Chaney? CHANEY: I was just pointing out that - WATTERS: Why don’t you give these guys a break? They’re out here fighting their hearts out, and all you do is criticize them. Why don’t you talk about what a great hold this is, cutting off the flow of blood to the brain by squeezing on the carotid artery. [The Purveyor of Truth notices that the referee is out of position to see it, so he stretches back and puts his feet on the middle rope for extra leverage. Unable to breathe, Gordon flops around like a fish out of water.] CHANEY: Now look at that! Michael Wilson is using the ropes for leverage. That’s cheating! WATTERS: See, that’s what I mean. Always criticizing. I happen to think it’s a smart idea. CHANEY: Well, El Gringo Loco doesn’t agree with you. WATTERS: Hahaha! You agreed with El Gringo Loco for once. I never thought I’d live to see the day. CHANEY: And you disagreed with him. WATTERS: Wait, I - I didn’t mean to - CHANEY: Mmhm. [In fact, Chaney is right. El Gringo Loco yells furiously at referee Shane Staggs to check Michael Wilson’s feet for the unfair advantage.] EGL: Sus pies! Sus pies! [When Staggs goes to check, however, Wilson’s feet are already back on the mat.] CHANEY: Michael Wilson manages to avoid getting caught. WATTERS: Very clever of him. And look at him adjusting his grip to tighten the hold. Pat Gordon, Junior’s face is turning blue! CHANEY: Indeed, he is starting to fade. [The referee checks to see how Pat Gordon, Junior is doing, and again, Michael Wilson puts his feet up on the middle rope. Gordon starts convulsing.] EGL: Hey, hey! Sus pies! His feet! They’re on the rope! CHANEY: Michael Wilson is at it with those feet on the ropes again, but again, he manages not to get caught! WATTERS: This might be one of those times when having a manager backfires, Chaney. Everytime the Mexican Mastermind complains to the referee, it’s giving Michael Wilson a heads-up to put his feet down. [For the third time, Michael Wilson takes advantage of Shane Staggs being out of position. This time, however, El Gringo Loco hooks his cane over Wilson’s ankle!] EGL: Hey, Arbitro, por aqui! Over here! [This time, the Purveyor of Truth is unable to get his foot off of the rope, thanks to EGL hooking him with his cane! Shane Staggs orders Wilson to break the hold and starts a five count.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . THREE! . . . . . . . . . FOUR! [At the count of four, Michael Wilson breaks the hold. That part of his job done, Shane Staggs then admonishes the Mexican Multimedia MEGASTAR on the outside about interfering in the match.] CHANEY: Well, referee Shane Staggs is exchanging words with El Gringo Loco about interfering in the match. He’s got a point, as a manager, El Gringo Loco shouldn’t be involved. WATTERS: But EGL has a point, too, Chaney. He saved his man from illegal tactics at the hands of his opponent. CHANEY: Larry, weren’t you just applauding those tactics? WATTERS: Come on, Chaney. I’m a fair guy. [PGJR is still on one knee, sucking wind, when Michael Wilson stands him up with a running knee lift! Wilson tries to capitalize, but Gordon doubles him over with a boot to the gut, only to stand him back up with a knee lift!] CHANEY: A knee lift from Wilson and then Gordon with one of his own. Now what are they doing? [Gordon quickly follows up with a facerake, but Wilson answers in kind.] WATTERS: I love it! Usually, you’d see two men trading punches. But these two are trading facerakes! CHANEY: Indeed they are! WATTERS: There’s one from Gordon! And one from Wilson! Gordon! Wilson! Gordon! Wilson! [Eventually, the Oklahoma Orthodontist gets the upper hand by biting Michael Wilson’s forehead! The Purveyor of Truth stomps his feet up and down, while referee Shawn Staggs warns PGJR to stop biting his opponent.] CHANEY: And now Pat Gordon, Junior is just biting him! This is terrible! WATTERS: What? He probably missed lunch. I’m sure you’d do the same thing if your tummy was empty, Chaney. [The Muskogee Mauler scoops Michael Wilson up and slams him on his back. Wilson isn’t down long and he gives PGJR a bodyslam in return. Gordon sends Wilson over with a belly to belly suplex, only to get the same from the Purveyor of Truth.] CHANEY: [Singing.]Anything you can do, I can do better. WATTERS: No you can’t. CHANEY: Yes I can. WATTERS: No you can’t. CHANEY: Yes I can, yes I can! WATTERS: Shut up and just call the match. CHANEY: Wait, is Michael Wilson bleeding? WATTERS: Yeah, there is a little bit of blood on his forehead! It must have been from that facebite earlier. [Michael Wilson goes for the pin.] CHANEY: Well, here’s our first pin attempt of the evening! [Shane Staggs counts.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Michael Wilson only gets a two count, and now he’s arguing with Shane Staggs that it was a slow count. WATTERS: He may have a point there, Chaney. It did seem agonizingly slow to me. CHANEY: Be that as it may, Pat Gordon, Junior kicked out, so this match will continue. [El Gringo Loco slaps the mat, urging Gordon to get up. When he does, PGJR blindsides him with a running double axe handle. Keeping on the offensive, Pat whips Michael into the ropes and drops his head for a big back body drop that sends the Purveyor of Truth flying over the top rope, all the way to the ringside floor!] CHANEY: Did you see that? Pat Gordon, Junior just threw Michael Wilson over the top rope! WATTERS: There’s no way that was intentional. Wilson was carried out by the momentum of the move... Wait, why are we arguing about this? It’s 2019. You can’t be disqualified for throwing someone over the top rope. EGL: [Shouting at PGJR.] No quarter! No quarter! CHANEY: That may be true, and at the insistence of El Gringo Loco, Pat Gordon, Junior has followed him outside. [While the Oklahoma Orthodontist stomps away at Michael Wilson, Shane Staggs starts to count both men out.] ONE! . . . . . [Gordon grabs a handful of hair and brings Michael to his feet, only to slam his face into the ring apron.] . TWO! . . . . . [The Hardest Working Man in Pro-Wrestling punches Michael Wilson, sending him stumbling away.] . THREE! . . . CHANEY: Michael Wilson goes for a walk, trying to get away from Pat Gordon, Junior’s onslaught. . WATTERS: Probably a good idea. . . FOUR! . . . . . . FIVE! . . . . [The Oklahoma Orthodontist catches up with Michael Wilson and drives his head right into the ringpost! More blood streams from Wilson’s head!] . . SIX! . . . . . . SEVEN! . EGL: In the ring. Get him back into the ring! . [Pat Gordon, Junior heeds the wisdom of the Mexican Mastermind and rolls Michael Wilson back into the ring, following close behind.] CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior probably could have left him there and picked up the countout victory, but instead he chooses to help him back into the ring. WATTERS: Of course, Chaney. He wants those twenty five points. You can’t just settle for the fifteen in a situation like this. That’s one area having El Gringo Loco in his corner has really benefited him. I don’t know if he would have done this on his own before joining the Cartel. CHANEY: Lateral press by Gordon. [Referee Shane Staggs counts.] ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE...................KICKOUT!!! WATTERS: That was a close call. My heart skipped a beat! CHANEY: It was. Michael Wilson narrowly escapes defeat, but as narrow as it was, his hopes of picking up those ever so precious tournament points remain alive. [The Oklahoma Orthodontist brings Wilson to his feet with a fishhook and locks up for a suplex. He also grabs the Purveyor of Truth’s leg and locks his fingers together.] WATTERS: GORDON’S FISHERMAN SUPLEX! CHANEY: A big move by Pat Gordon, Junior, for sure, and this could spell the end of the match! [Shane Staggs counts the pinfall. It’s all academic from here. There’s no way Wilson gets out of this.] ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRE...............................KICKOUT!!!! WATTERS: I don’t know how he does it, but Michael Wilson hangs on! Even you have to admire his grit. CHANEY: Indeed, Larry. And have you noticed Shane Staggs’ counts seem to be getting shorter? WATTERS: You have no concept of time. Remember last week when we were supposed to go to the Sizzler? You were an hour late! CHANEY: No, you were an hour early. WATTERS: Can I help it if I wanted to get there for the early bird special? It’s a good deal! CHANEY: Gordon with a whip into the ropes, reversal by Wilson. SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK! WATTERS: He could have sent Gordon’s head into the cheap seats with that one! [Michael Wilson wants to score big and possibly put an end to the match, so he takes up a position on the ring apron with his hands clasped around the top rope. Once the Oklahoma Orthodontist is back on his feet, Wilson launches himself like a missile, connecting with a power packed springboard forearm!] CHANEY: Huge move by Michael Wilson to hit the springboard forearm, and Pat Gordon, Junior has got to be seeing stars! WATTERS: He is, but he still rolled out of the ring on pure instinct. That may have just saved his chances right here. CHANEY: Well, I don’t know how long those chances are going to last, because it looks like Michael Wilson is about to fly! [The crowd pops, not for Michael Wilson himself, because they hate him, but for the suicide dive through the ropes that sends Junior crashing back against the barricade.] CHANEY: Both men are down, but it looks like Pat Gordon, Junior definitely got the worst of that one. The back of his head banged the barricade! But at least it wasn’t a steel guardrail. WATTERS: Unfortunately, he couldn’t counter that suicide dive with the Irish Kiss like he did against Kevin Hardaway back in 2012. [Shane Staggs starts his mandatory ten count. Outside the ring, it’s a snail’s race to see who can get to his feet first.] FANS: S-C-DUB! S-C-DUB! S-C-DUB! ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . THREE! . [Michael Wilson starts to stir.] . . [Pat Gordon, Junior starts to move next.] . . . FOUR! . . . . . . SIX! . [The Purveyor of Truth is halfway on his feet, leaning against the ring apron.] . . . . . SEVEN! . . [PGJR gets a hand on the guardrail. Wilson pulls himself back to his feet and turns around to dump Gordon over the barricade, into the first row of fans’ laps.] . . . . [Michael Wilson rolls back into the ring. He flies through the with a springboard somersault senton, landing right on top of Pat Gordon, Junior in the crowd!] WATTERS: WOW! Did you see that? CHANEY: Did I ever! That was a spectacular move, and the fans here in Dallas are showing their appreciation! FANS: HOLY [BLEEP!] HOLY [BLEEP!] HOLY [BLEEP!] [ Shane resets his count. Meanwhile, Michael Wilson feeds Pat Gordon, Junior a couple of stiff right hands.] ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . THREE! . [Michael Wilson tosses Gordon back over the barricade, into the ringside area. He locks up with the Oklahoma Orthodontist and gives him a snap suplex.] . . . . . FOUR! . CHANEY: That snap suplex right on the ringside floor had to hurt! . WATTERS: It sure does. Those pads take a little bit of the edge off, but not much. They aren’t that thick. . . . . FIVE! CHANEY: Michael Wilson helping Gordon back into the ring, now. He goes for the pin. [Staggs is on the job.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . THREE..................... SHOULDER UP! [Wilson again complains about a slow count. This gives PGJR a few seconds to try to recuperate, but not much. However, he does manage to get to his hands and knees before the Purveyor of Truth turns around.] WATTERS: Michael Wilson is wasting valuable time arguing with Staggs. You can’t do that against a guy like Patricio Gordon. [Wilson takes off running, looking to break his knee off’n PGJR’s skull with a running knee lift. However, the Oklahoma Orthodontist manages to block it and counters with a headbutt that may have been a bit low.] CHANEY: IRISH KISS RIGHT IN THE DING DING! PAT GORDON, JUNIOR JUST IRISH KISSED MICHAEL WILSON’S DING DING! WATTERS: But Shane Staggs wasn’t in position to see it! You can’t call what you don’t see. And you might want to think about things before you say them, Chaney. CHANEY: Mandatory ten count here by referee Shane Staggs, and the first man to get to his feet could be the winner here! [Staggs counts.] ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . THREE! . . . . . . FOUR! . . . . . . FIVE! . . . . [Junior, being the one who hit the last move, starts to slither toward Michael Wilson, who is still rolling around with his hands over his crotch.] . CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior is on the move! Can he make it to Wilson in time? . SIX! . . . . . . SEVEN! . . . . WATTERS: Go, Pat, go! . . EIGHT! . . . . . . NINE! . . . . . [The Hardest Working Man in Pro-Wrestling finally reaches Michael Wilson and drapes his arm over him.] CHANEY: Gordon gets his arm over Wilson’s chest. WATTERS: I can’t watch! [Shane counts the pin.] ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE... SHOULDER UP! CHANEY: You can look now, Larry. Michael Wilson managed to get his shoulder up! WATTERS: I’m speechless! CHANEY: For once. [Pat Gordon, Junior can’t believe that it wasn’t enough, and he decides to end things once and for all. He sluggishly gets back to his feet. He’s even slower in dragging Michael Wilson back to his. Pat gets behind him and signals for the end.] WATTERS: SUNDAY MORNING HANGOVER! CHANEY: NO! Michael Wilson counters with the GTR! WATTERS: You could count to a hundred. Pat Gordon, Junior isn’t getting up from that! [The Purveyor of Truth counters PGJR’s backdrop driver with a massive cutter! He goes for the pin. Staggs with the count.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . THRE.................................. EGL: Su pie! Su pie! FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! WATTERS: What a relief! Somehow, someway, Pat Gordon, Junior had the wherewithal to get his foot on the bottom rope! CHANEY: El Gringo Loco put in there! WATTERS: You’re on a witch hunt tonight, Chaney. [Chaney is right, but Shane Staggs is completely unaware, so the match rolls on. Wilson is absolutely beside himself that he isn’t getting his arm raised right now, and he decides to go for a big move for the win. He heads up top.] CHANEY: It looks like Michael Wilson is going for a high risk maneuver right here. Could this be it? [Wilson soars through the air with a picture perfect “Macho Man” style flying elbow drop!] CHANEY: Nobody home! WATTERS: That’s why I always advise against high risk moves, Chaney. They call them that for a reason, and Patricio Gordon just showed us all exactly what that reason is by rolling out of the way! [Gordon takes a minute to clear the cobwebs, and then he finds Michael Wilson lying on the canvas, holding his elbow. PGJR grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Pat locks in a hammerlock and hoists him off the mat.] CHANEY: Flying hammerlock by Pat Gordon, Junior, as he’s taking advantage of Michael Wilson hurting his arm. WATTERS: We might see the famed Pat Lock, tonight, Chaney! Wilson could have opened the door to it when he missed that flying elbow drop. [Michael Wilson is screaming in pain, but refuses to give up. The Oklahoma Orthodontist swings him around a little bit, putting extra pressure on Wilson’s hurt elbow.] WATTERS: You know why they call it the flying hammerlock, Chaney? It’s because you pick your opponent off his feet and suspend him in midair with the hold. CHANEY: I can clearly see that. Tell me something I don’t know, Larry. WATTERS: Did you know it was made famous by Puerto Rican wrestler Mike “The Hammer” Martillo, a former tag team partner of El Gringo Loco’s, in the 1980s? CHANEY: That, I did not know. [Fortunately for Michael Wilson, the flying hammerlock is a hold that is difficult to maintain. Gordon is eventually forced to drop him back onto his feet. This is but a brief respite, as Pat Gordon, Junior shows him to the corner and smashes his face into the turnbuckle. What follows next is PGJR wrapping Michael’s arm around the top rope and wrenching back in a reverse arm lock.] CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior is working over that hurt arm, but this move is illegal and Shane Staggs tells him to break it up. [It’s a five count carrying the threat of a disqualification!] ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . . THREE! . . . . . FOUR! . . . . [Patricio Gordon breaks the hold just before the five count. Staggs admonishes him, but Pat goes right back to the same hold, bending Michael Wilson’s arm around the top rope. Let the counting commence.] ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . . THREE! . . . . . FOUR! . . . . [Again, PGJR releases just before the five count.] CHANEY: Well, Shane Staggs is giving Pat Gordon, Junior an earful about his liberal bending of the rules, but I’m sure it’s just going in one ear and out the other. WATTERS: That’s the great thing about Patricio Gordon, Chaney, he only listens to what EGL tells him. CHANEY: I really wish you’d stop calling him that, Larry. WATTERS: What, EGL? CHANEY: No, Patricio. His name is Pat Gordon, Junior. WATTERS: Hey, that’s what El Gringo Loco calls him. [Pat Gordon, Junior kicks Wilson’s arm, which is still wrapped around the top rope. He then grabs Michael by the arm and hits it with a series of hammering punches. One! Two! Three! Four! He winds up and gives him one more big punch to the upper arm!] CHANEY: There’s the Boston Charlie Horse! WATTERS: You mean Muskogee Charlie Horse, Chaney. Don’t forget, he lives in Muskogee, Oklahoma, now. And that is such an underrated move. I can’t tell you how much that can knot up your muscles. [Patricio Gordon tries to whip Michael Wilson into the turnbuckle across the ring, but the Purveyor of Truth counters with a thumb to the eye and then reverses the Irish whip. He follows Gordon in and lets rip with a series of striking kicks to Gordon’s ribs while he nurses his elbow.] CHANEY: Those are some violent kicks in the corner from Michael Wilson. [Michael cringes after catching Gordon with an elbow strike to the head.] WATTERS: That was a bad idea from Wilson, hitting Gordon’s hard head with that hurt elbow. [However, Michael Wilson shakes it off and brings the Muskogee Mauler out of the corner to drive his cranium into the canvas with a leaping DDT!] CHANEY: DDT by Wilson, and now he goes for the pin! He hooks the leg… WATTERS: This could be it! Finally, my heart can’t take any more. [That’s right, Shane Staggs counts the pin.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . THREE...................... KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: And Gordon kicks out. WATTERS: What’s it going to take for someone to win this match? It’s like watching two Energizer Bunnies. They just keep going and going and going. CHANEY: That’s right, the Energizer Bunny is a thing again, isn’t it? WATTERS: Yeah. And he saved me 15% on my car insurance when he switched me to GEICO! CHANEY: That’s... never mind. [Michael Wilson catches Pat Gordon, Junior with a swinging neckbreaker, and then he signals for the finish. The Purveyor of Truth brings Gordon back to his feet and grabs him in a three quarters nelson.] WATTERS: Here it comes again, the GTR! CHANEY: No! Pat Gordon, Junior counters with the Sunday Morning Hangover! [Yup, PGJR hits his backdrop driver this time. He goes for the cover. Shane... Staggs... with the count!] ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . . THREEEEEEEEEE...................... FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: Wow! They’re too close to the ropes, and this time it’s Michael Wilson who has the ring presence to get his foot on the rope! WATTERS: I’m stunned, Chaney, I really am! [And Michael Wilson gets his foot on the ropes without the help of a manager, by the way. Anyway, neither EGL nor PGJR can believe it. EGL unzips the large, black duffel bag that they brought to the ring with them and produces a steel chair. Suddenly, referee Shane Staggs turns away and starts to remove a piece of dust that picked just the right time to float into his eye. Loco slides the chair to Pat Gordon, Junior.] WATTERS: THE WORLD’S WORST CHAIRSHOT! CHANEY: That clearly should be a disqualification! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! WATTERS: What you’re seeing and the ref didn’t, Chaney. I know I’ve said it before, but this has to be it! CHANEY: And referee Shane Staggs is just turning a blind eye to the whole thing! WATTERS: What do you mean? He got something in his eye. CHANEY: Balderdash! You’re telling me that he got something in his eye at just that moment in time? WATTERS: Hey, it happens, and look, it’s out now! [Cover. Hook of the leg. And Shane Staggs with the count!] ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING! DING! DING!] BUFFINGTON: Your winner by pinfall, and earning TWENTY FIVE POINTS in Group D of the Lonestar Heavyweight Championship Tournament... PAT... GORDON... JUNIOR!!! [The boos rain down while EGL and Pat Gordon, Junior celebrate outside the ring. When Shane Staggs passes by them, the Mexican Mastermind reaches into the duffel bag and pulls out a fat stack of cash, which he gives to the referee.] EGL: [To Shane Staggs] Por sus esfuerzos. WATTERS: This win was in the bag. Hahaha! CHANEY: I still can’t believe what I’m seeing here. El Gringo Loco bribed referee Shane Staggs into serving this win to Pat Gordon, Junior on a silver platter! WATTERS: Well, everybody knows Shane Staggs has those gambling debts. Maybe now he can pay those off. Anyway, Chaney, Pat Gordon, Junior is the victor, he has twenty five points for the Cartel, and this one is over. CHANEY: [Exasperated.] Well, that’s all the time we have tonight, folks - WATTERS: It’s been a pleasure. Hahaha! CHANEY: Join us again next time for SCW Rampage as the Lonestar Heavyweight Championship Tournament continues. Good night! [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