[The screen cuts to show the backstage interview are with Tess Wiley standing there alone and looking VERY annoyed. She looks at her watch and rolls her eyes.] WILEY: They said he would be here for this segment, dammit. [She continues to wait, as do we. After another several seconds and very loud foot tapping by Tess, She has had enough.] WILEY: That's it, I'm going to find this prick. [She takes off walking and the camera nearly loses her as they detach from the tripod. She walks around the backdrop to the catering area.] WILEY: There he is. [She make a beeline to a table where we see Flanagan standing next to a high table and taking the final sip off what appears to be a long-neck bottle of beer.] WILEY: Listen up, bud. When someone says do an interview, you do it. Are you ready? [She isn't waiting to hear any answer as she turns and immediately starts the segment.] WILEY: Tess Wiley backstage with Flanagan ahead of his match tonight with veteran superstar Michael Wilson. Mr. Flanagan, may I ask what you think they key to this match will be? [The camera pans over to Flanagan, still standing there and holding his now-empty beer and staring coldly toward Tess. He says nothing and she jerks the microphone back.] WILEY: Are you intimidated facing someone who has won multiple world titles? It has to be difficult to game plan against someone so versatile, right? [Flanagan seems to rub his tongue against his lips from inside his mouth, almost in disgust, but says nothing. He just maintains that stare toward the would-be interviewer.] WILEY: Do you have ANYTHING to say? [Flanagan takes his left hand with the beer bottle and wipes his mouth off with his wrist before he just turns and walks away. The camera goes back to a very annoyed Tess Wiley.] WILEY: ASSHOLE! Where did they find this guys at anyway? [She storms off camera as the screen fades into a cut away...]
[We return to the ringside announce team and Larry is laughing.] CHANEY: Why is that so funny to you Larry? WATTERS: She just gets so upset at the smallest things! The dude doesn't talk. I don't know what she was expecting! CHANEY: She had to try. WATTERS: Alright fine, but to get THAT angry about it? (laughs again) CHANEY: Well fans, it seems what was handed down about the pre-show brawl is no laughing matter. WATTERS: Uh-oh CHANEY: Sagawa was sent to the local precinct here in the neighborhood and they are considering whether or not to press charges because of the violence of the way he stabbed Chase with the fork. WATTERS: And Williams? CHANEY: He is in the hospital ER right now getting treatment. Nothing is said to be terribly there, but Hank Wright has suspended him for NINETY DAYS! WATTERS: WHAT?!?!?! CHANEY: Yes, NINETY DAYS! Chase was the one who started the brawl in the stairwell and that led to a fan nearly being knocked over the rail up there. WATTERS: But he was stabbed too! CHANEY: From what I understand, that is the only reason he wasn't fired. The brawl was both men and Sagawa has been suspended for this edition of Rampage and the next two weeks of house shows and live events. WATTERS: That doesn't seem fair! CHANEY: I'm just telling you what is on this piece of paper, Larry. WATTERS: Doesn't make it right. What happens to the Group in the Lonestar Tournament? CHANEY: Looks like Chase's matches will be forfeited and only one match remains in the future for them as Johnny Psychotic and SAGAWA will meet in the last group match for them. WATTERS: That is just pathetic! CHANEY: Let's get past this and get to action in the ring. WATTERS: I'm all for that! CHANEY: The first match will feature Gazi taking on fan favorite Caleb Foley. WATTERS: The Celtic Crippler has been a surprise in SCW. Nobody knew exactly what to expect, but he has performed well. I just hate that he worries so much about pleasing the people. CHANEY: So you don't think he is doing well overall? WATTERS: I think he could be so much better! CHANEY: Well it's time to see if he stays undefeated in SCW. Let's head to the ring! WATTERS: FINALLY!
[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: Introducing first, already in the ring and weighing in at a hundred and seventy-five pounds. Hailing from Stoke-on-Trent, England...here is.... G A Z I ! ! ! [A generous dance beat, almost techno in sound, begins to play as Gazi steps out from behind the curtain to a modest amount of cheers. He walks down the ring and every so often will act like he will high five one of the male fans only to pull his hand back as if too cool to touch them. He does high five a few ladies along the way though. Gazi slides into the ring and raises his arms to salute the crowd as the techno music comes to an end.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent ... ["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: Hailing from Dublin, Ireland and weighing in at two hundred-fifteen pounds. Here is... "T H E C E L T I C C R I P P L E R" C A L E B F O L E Y ! ! ! [Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins to walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a tribute to his deceased father. Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his once did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business. Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against the ropes.] CHANEY: You know Watters this should be a very fast paced match. WATTERS: You never know what you are going to get when Caleb steps into the ring. CHANEY: Why do you hate The Celtic Crippler so much? WATTERS: It is not hate I am just waiting for him to fall flat on his face as it is more entertaining that way. CHANEY: You know Caleb has been on a roll since SCW has opened its doors. He may very well be the first ever SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion. WATTERS: No chance in hell. If that happens I'll personally wear his t-shirt to the ring and shake his hand. CHANEY: Deal ... WATTERS: Huh ? What I never made a deal I was making a statement. CHANEY: Too late anyway there's the bell. [DING DING DING] CHANEY: We're underway and BOTH GAZI AND FOLEY ARE UNLOADING ON EACH OTHER RIGHT AT THE START! [With the crowd going wild and the bell just finished ringing, Foley and Gazi begin to unload on each other with vicious fists to face. Both men are throwing caution into the wind as they are just brutalizing each other with clubbing blows to the face. Finally, though, Gazi takes the upper hand as he blocks a shot by Foley, delivers a forearm shot in his face, and nearly takes Foley head off with a short armed clothesline while he is stunned.] WATTERS: BRILLIANCE! PURE BRILLIANCE BY GAZI! CHANEY: Gazi has come up on the short end of some matches here recently but he can wrestle. This will not be an easy match for Foley tonight. WATTERS: When has Caleb ever had an easy match. [The crowd still buzzing from how the match began with each competitor not holding anything back begins to settle down. Gazi starts to stomp away at Foley's forehead before picking him and throwing him into the ropes. On the comeback, Gazi rocks Foley with a vicious football spear that almost takes both men out of the ring. Gazi not wasting any time picks Foley up and drives about five or six rapid fire kicks into the midsection of Caleb. Foley is trying to cover up but Gazi kicks him in the shin which brings The Celtic Crippler to one knee and Gazi sees an opportunity and hits a step up enziguri.] WATTERS: You know with the right manager, a change in appearance and attitude I may actually like Gazi. CHANEY: So you want to change everything about him? WATTERS: Not everything. He can keep the name. [With Foley hurt on the mat, Gazi tries to get the crowd behind him as he is telling them to clap their hands to a beat. Gazi begins to dance around in the ring a bit before he makes he way to the outside and starts to climb the turnbuckle. ] WATTERS: Nevermind I take that all back. CHANEY: What now all of a sudden you aren't a fan? WATTERS: He wasted valuable seconds playing to these fans. [As Gazi is on the top turnbuckle Caleb does a kip up and in a fluid motion uses the middle rope as leverage to get more height as The Celtic Crippler rocks Gazi with a vicious enziguiri that sends his opponent and himself crashing to the mat and the crowd to its feet. Foley begins to crawl to the bottom rope to help himself up. ] CHANEY: FOLEY WITH A GREAT COMEBACK AS THAT ENZIGUIRI HIT RIGHT ON THE MONEY! WATTERS: Yeah yeah yeah ... As much as I can't stand him I will say that he has a lot of heart inside the ring. [As Caleb pulls himself up with the ropes. He looks out to the crowd and back in the ring at a downed opponent Foley gets a new look of intensity on his face and picks Gazi up. With Gazi up, Foley clubs him in the face with a punch before nailing him with a vicious DDT. The crowd continues to rock as Foley captures control of the match and cements it as he picks Gazi right back up and whips him into the ropes. On the comeback, Gazi is caught with a kick to the midsection followed up by a textbook double underhook suplex.] CHANEY: Foley is really letting Gazi have it now and it looks like he is going for the pin. ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR.....................NO! WATTERS: NOT EVEN CLOSE FOLEY! [Gazi kicks out and Caleb smells blood in the water as he continues his assault. Foley brushes it off and picks Gazi back up. With Gazi up, Foley puts him in a position for a vertical suplex but, all of a sudden, Gazi blocks it and counters with a vicious snap suplex of his own. Now back in control, Gazi kicks Foley right in the midsection before picking him up and putting him in a vicious piledriver.] WATTERS: And as soon as Foley got control of the match, Gazi takes it away. CHANEY: Gazi now has Foley up and OVER THE TOP ROPE HE GOES AND STRAIGHT TO THE CONCRETE! WATTERS: Gazi just doesn't care about the well being of anyone, other than himself. [With Foley on the outside, the referee decides not to count and it encourages Gazi to follow suit. Now on the outside, Gazi picks Foley up and drives a kick straight into the sternum of Caleb before he grabs Foley by his hair and irish whips him into the guard rail. Over at the guard-rail, Gazi drapes Foley, face first to the crowd, over the rail and Gazi backs up to the apron.] CHANEY: This is going to kill Foley if Gazi hits it....NO OH MY LORD! WATTERS: Wait if Gazi hits this move and ends Foley's career then maybe he has the IT factor. CHANEY: FOLEY MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AND GAZI JUST SPEARED NOTHING BUT THE RAIL! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD ERRUPT! [As the crowd goes crazy, Gazi slowly moves around on the floor after going face/shoulder first into the guard-rail. Foley dusts himself off a bit before he picks his opponent up and drives him face first into the steel post before tossing him back in the ring. Caleb slides underneath the bottom rope. Now back in the ring the action is as Foley bounces off the ropes and drops a leg across Gazi's throat before picking him back up and sending him flying through the air with a breath taking head and arms suplex.] CHANEY: Man the crowd is really behind Foley right now as he is unloading on Gazi who I think is still out from that spear to the guard rail. WATTERS: Wouldn't you be? He may have a concussion. [As he hears the crowd cheering him on Foley picks Gazi up and places him on the top rope. Now on the top rope, Foley dazzles the crowd in attendance as he sends Gazi crashing to the mat with a tremendous belly to belly superplex that rocks the ring and allows Foley to go for the pin...] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRE.....................NO! WATTERS: NO! NO! GAZI KICKED OUT! CHANEY: Yes he did and he kicked out at the last possible second to. [A bit frustrated that Gazi kicked out, Foley slaps the mat. Caleb takes a deep breath in as he tries to remained focused before picking Gazi back up and whipping him into the ropes. On the comeback, Foley stuns Gazi with a dropkick and, while Gazi fumbles around, Foley locks him in a Northern Lights splex into a pinning combination. ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!! [Gazi kicks out right after the referees hand hits the mat for a third time.] [DING DING DING] BUFFINGTON: The winner of this match by the result of a pinfall ... "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 ! ! ! [As Foley raises his arms in victory Gazi is stating his case with the ref that he kicked out before his hand hit the mat. Foley walks over to Gazi and extends his hand. Gazi looks down at it and shakes it. Caleb then raises the hand of Gazi and points to him as the crowd is on their feet cheering this sportsmanship on.] CHANEY: And that is exactly why Caleb Foley is the face of SCW and a role model to all the young kids! WATTERS: Haven't you ever read a western novel before the good guy always dies in the end. Look what happened to Shane? CHANEY: I really do wonder about you sometimes. WATTERS: What happens to Caleb when his luck finally runs out and he starts facing guys like PGJ, Sean Darring, Sagawa, Michael Wilson or his arch nemesis Chase Williams? CHANEY: I can't predict the future but I for one am looking forward to seeing how Foley does against them. [The screen cuts away...]
[We return to the backstage interview area where Steve Blaine is standing by with the Big Daddy lookalike, "Big Kid" Chris Smith, who seems to be shaking nervously or excitedly.] BLAINE: This is Steve Blaine backstage here at The Phoenix Arena and I'm with "Big Kid" Chris Smith ahead of his match against Big Boss Hogg. Are you concerned with his size? SMITH: Are you blind? What is your name again? BLAINE: Steve Blaine, sir. In fact, I have interviewed you before. SMITH: Oh yeah, I remember you now. Ok, Steve, aren't you the guy that works for Them? [Blaine shakes his head furiously.] SMITH: No, you are. I remember now that you came back here before my first tournament match and asked me stupid questions that focused on Alfie Button and Kid Chameleon. BLAINE: With all due respect, sir. They are legitimate questions as Kid Chameleon showed up and actually caused your loss to Button. And then in the tournament.... [Chris genuinely seems upset and he interrupts.] SMITH: Listen here you punk toadie, I won't allow you to take my mind of what I have to do tonight. I have to go to the ring and take on a man with size. They sent you here to mess with my mind and take me off my task. BLAINE: No they didn't. I work for SCW, honestly I do. SMITH: No, no, no. THEY have sent you here to get inside my head again! Kid Chameleon, Alfie Button - you will not deter me. I will take care of business tonight and every night I get in that ring. And at some point, you will not send this idiot to do your work but face me head on. You got anything else to say? [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: Then get out of my way, as I have a match to prepare for because I'm doing it for the kids. [The scene cuts away.]
[The screen cuts to a backstage interview area with the SCW logo emblazoned upon it. Jed Johnson standing along, wearing his ring gear and holding a microphone.] JOHNSON: When I signed my contract, there were some who said that I was "enhancement talent." [His face is as serious as it gets.] JOHNSON: That means that I'm not real competition, but just here to make people look good. I'm here just to be someone the real talent plays around with. [He pauses for a second, and you can see his eyes squint just a bit to add to his serious tone.] JOHNSON: I'm not here to play. I'm here to compete. [He points to off camera, probably toward the locker room area.] JOHNSON: You have all these guys running to the ring and acting like they are the next, great athletic sensation. [Jed laughs loudly before continuing.] JOHNSON: Tonight, I get a guy that actually gets that. I've seen your work, Prince. I can respect your ethic in the ring. I like how you enjoy the technical aspect of the sport. [What hint of a smile that existed is gone.] JOHNSON: Respect goes a long way, but not enough for me to step aside easy in the title run. I've said it before and I'll say it again. [He raises an eyebrow.] JOHNSON: Jed Johnson is going to put the 'W' in SCW. [He points toward the camera.] JOHNSON: And tonight I put the final nail in your title dreams, El Principe. Get ready for a wrestling lesson from the REAL master. [He just drops the microphone and walks off confidently.]
[The screen cuts to the SCW Interview area where the SOn of Malta stands by himself with microphone in hand.] SON OF MALTA: Gaines, Gaines, Gaines ... it seems that this little kid in on a suicide call. Not only have I beat him senseless last week, but now wants to go one on one again against me. Doesn't he realise that I am a well built machine with the only target in my mind to destroy anything and anyone in front of me? [He pauses to lethis words have effect.] SON OF MALTA: I think I have made it perfectly clear that I have nothing left to live for apart this ring and when I get into the ring, I enter with just one thought in my mind, that this will be my last night on earth and by the end of the night I will be near my mentor William Arthur Reagan and my son. [He looks up for a second and then continues.] SON OF MALTA: Thus I don't care whether I win or lose and I don't care whether you beat me sensless or if I beat you senseless but rest assured that I will hit you and punch you like my life depends on it. So you really must think again. You are just a young kid with lots of potential. Do you think it is worthwhile to put your life on the line when you have your life in front of you? [He raises his eyebrows as if that question was legitimately asked.] SON OF MALTA: Think of your loved ones, of your mother and father, of your girlfriend and future kids. Do you want to be the one that causes them so much pain, just because your ego told you that you can go one-on-one with the man without fear? Gaines, if you don't want to learn anything from me just learn one think. Think about yourself first, put yourself at the forefront and don't put yourself in danger for something that you will not gain anything from. [He holds up one finger.] SON OF MALTA: One day you will become a top start with years of experience behind you and then, maybe then, you would be able to go one on one against me and have a fighting chance of winning. But if you come to the ring tonight you are putting yourself in danger, and this nice guy will be gone and you will face the well oiled machine you won't hesitate to terminate yourself" [He walks off out of camera view as the screen cuts away.]
[The screen cuts back to the broadcast team sitting at the ringside announce table.] CHANEY: Is there anythign more dangerous than a man with nothing to live for? WATTERS: I don't know, but last Rampage, Malta made quick work of Gordon Gaines. No clue why the guy would want to fight him again. CHANEY: I'm sure he has his reasons. WATTERS: Deathwish? CHANEY: I doubt that, Larry. WATTERS: Anything is possible. We have learned that tonight! CHANEY: That is true! In that spirit, allow me to announce that the Davey-boy O'Brien versus SAGAWA match is not happening tonight, but in its place we will have the SCW Lonestar Tag Team Titles defended! WATTERS: WHAT?!?!?! CHANEY: Las Preguntas have been scheduled to defend against the Prague Drinking Team! WATTERS: Oh Good Lord! CHANEY: So now we have a title match tonight, how about that? WATTERS: This night just keeps getting better! It is great news to know Duda is healed up after that disgusting attack by the Rich Family weeks ago. CHANEY: Up next is what will turn out to be the next-to-last match in the group stage for Group C after tonight's events. WATTERS: And it shouldn't be much of a match either! Johnny Psychotic gets to take on Joe Public! CHANEY: Public is already a loser in two tournament matches, but he has a chance to stay alive if he can pull off this upset. WATTERS: Good luck, butter cup! CHANEY: Let's head to the ring and see how it unfolds!
[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 C match in the Lonestar Title Tournament! Introducing first, already in the ring and hailing from Lynchburg, Virginia. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds and accompanied by his manager, Jane. Here is... J O E P U B L I C ! ! ! [Jane claps as Joe raises his arm to a somewhat warm response from the crowd in the Phoenix Arena. They begin to talk amongst themselves and strategize as they await the start of the match.] CHANEY: Jane is back out here with Joe Public on this Rampage, Larry. WATTERS: Well he is facing someone dangerous, but Johnny has a manager as well and you need the extra pair of eyes to stay safe, Chaney. CHANEY: So she will keep Nixon in check? WATTERS: I don't think physically, but I think she can watch and warn Joe if "Stud Muffin" tries anything. CHANEY: Only you think this way. WATTERS: What? Realistically? [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent from Long Island, New York and weighing in at two hundred-sixty-three pounds.... "T H E H U M A N H E A R T A T T A C K" J O H N N Y P S Y C H O T I C ! ! ! ["Take Me To The Hospital" by The Prodigy erupts over the PA as Johnny Psychotic steps out onto the entrance ramp, accompanied as always by Tiberius Nixon... Johnny wears a black one piece singlet in black and has a heart on the front of the singlet and the boots and "Human Heart Attack" on the butt... His shoulder length black hair is hanging loose... Nixon is wearing denim jeans, a denim shirt and cowboy boots... His rusty brown hair is tied back...] CHANEY: Johnny Psychotic is coming off a convincing win last Rampage in non- tournament action. WATTERS: And I think it is sad that he had to force his way into a match like that. [They stride down to the ring and Johnny slides under the bottom rope, clambers to his feet and climbs to the nearest middle turnbuckle while Nixon enters the ring by walking up the ring steps and stepping through the ropes... Psychotic drops back down into the ring and talks strategy with Nixon.] CHANEY: I don't like the way Nixon is looking at Jane through the side of his eye there, Larry. WATTERS: He isn't interested. She's literally a "plain" Jane. CHANEY: That is such a wrong way to describe anyone. WATTERS: You think I care? [DING! DING!! DING!!!] [Joe Public starts circling and looking for an opening, but Psychotic doesn't even drop into a stance and just throws out a kick that hits Public on the shoulder and knocks him back. Johnny rushes in and grabs Joe, smashing him with a clubbing forearm to the back of the next to seize control.] CHANEY: Johnny Psychotic wasting no time with those clubbing blows to grab control of this match from the start! WATTERS: He has been aggressive recently and I think it is a great way to go. There is no rule that says you have to lock up in the traditional way to start a match. CHANEY: There's a reason they call it tradition, Larry. WATTERS: And there's a reason people who follow it blindly get their asses kicked, Chaney. [Johnny shoots Public into the ropes for an Irish whip and catches him on the rebound with both arms and lifts him into the air and drops him with a nasty Spinebuster slam. Nixon is already dancing a little and celebrating on the outside as the impact makes a loud noise. Jane winces at the impact.] CHANEY: BIIIIIIG SPINEBUSTER FROM THE HUMAN HEART ATTACK!!! Jane felt that one all the way outside! WATTERS: Probably the most Jane has felt in a long time, considering how ineffectual Joe is in the ring. CHANEY: Larry, that just isn't a fair thing to say on the air! WATTERS: The dude is so vanilla that vanilla is actually pissed off at the comparison. Is that better? [Psychotic pulls his opponent up off the canvas and hits him with a European Uppercut, which staggers him. Then he throws another, driving Public back into the corner. Nixon is excited beyond belief and fans at ringside aren't sure whether he is cool or annoying.] CHANEY: Joe Public is getting ripped to shreds in there. He hasn't had the chance to do anything! WATTERS: That aggressive style Johnny has been using is working. No doubt Tiberius Nixon is behind the idea. CHANEY: Her certainly seems happy out there. WATTERS: He should be. His man is in firm control! [Johnny rushes into the corner, but Public sidesteps out of the way and kicks his leg out from under him as he stumbled back from the turnbuckles. Joe quickly drops an elbow right into Johnny's chest. Joe raises his arms as he gets back to his feet quickly to get excited about his advantage.] CHANEY: NOT SO FAST AS JOE PUBLIC MOVES AND HITS AN ELBOW!!! WATTERS: WHAT?!?!?!?! CHANEY: Joe Public is trying to fight back and stay in this match! The fans are starting to cheer for him, too! WATTERS: They wouldn't know a good thing if it sat on their face! Johnny Psychotic is the one who deserves cheers in there as he is the only one truly showing strength! [Joe Public climbs to the second turnbuckle and steadies himself for the leap, but before anything can happen Johnny has gotten off the mat and rushed over to grab him by the lower body and spin him round for a power bomb in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: POWERBOMB BY PSYCHOTIC!!! PUBLIC IS LAID OUT IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!! WATTERS: See what I mean? Joe got his chance, but he wasn't man enough to take advantage of it. CHANEY: Johnny has been right in his face the entire match and it has worked well for him that is for certain. WATTERS: What do you expect? The man has a genius helping him plan out how to perform offensively in the ring! [Johnny is up and looking angry now, he pulls Joe up and holds onto the sides of his head while driving knees into his chest and ribs. He spins Joe around and grabs his waist, lifting him with a release German Suplex. Nixon continues celebrating and cheering his client on, while also leering at Jane and moving closer toward her.] CHANEY: Look out Jane! Nixon is on the prowl! WATTERS: She should be so lucky! He is probably just making sure she doesn't try to do anything to switch the momentum as Johnny is clearly in control. CHANEY: Yeah, he is such a protector out there. The guy's nickname is "Stud muffin" for crying out loud. WATTERS: That means nothing. Your nickname is "little orphan Annie" and you never seem to take offense. CHANEY: What? [Psychotic lifts Joe up and places him on the top turnbuckle. Everybody knows what is coming next as Johnny climbs the inside of the turnbuckle and gets him set. He lifts him for the superplex off the top rope and lands loudly in the center of the ring. Jane screams in almost terror as the men land.] CHANEY: PSYCHOPLEX!!! PSYCHOPLEX!!! JOHNNY LANDED IT FLUSH AND THIS ONE IS OVER!!! WATTERS: He hooks the leg for fun! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: JOHNNY PSYCHOTIC GETS THE VICTORY! WATTERS: Alright! Now we're talking! CHANEY: Johnny Psychotic gets his first tournament victory and eliminates Joe Public from title contention. WATTERS: Not only that, but now he is in a tie for the lead in the Group C with SAGAWA! [Nixon slides into the ring and raises the left hand of his client as the fans give a decidedly mixed reaction to Johnny's name being announced as victor.] CHANEY: Look at them celebrate in there. WATTERS: And now with Williams gone, Psychotic has all but clinched his ticket to the quarterfinals! CHANEY: Just keeps the suspense, huh? WATTERS: Yes it does! [The screen cuts away...]
[The screen opens to the SCW interview area where "Good" Gordon Gaines is standing in his street clothes (essentially a pair of jeans and an old "Jake Evans" T-shirt) next to Tess Wiley. Tess, who never seems to really smile or show any emotion, lifts the mic and starts speaking.] WILEY: Fans, we're here with Gordon Gaines. [She turns to look at her subject.] WILEY: Mr. Gaines, last Rampage you seemed to have nothing to say publicly about your match with the Son of Malta even though we all saw you practicing in the mirror... [Gordon's face jerks to stare at her, realizing what she said.] WILEY: ...and we know that you have plenty to say. Did the experience of the last match change your desire to speak to us here? [She pushes the mic in front of his face and Gordon is still looking at her with a confounded look on his face. He finally says something.] GAINES: Sort of. WILEY: What does that mean? We were told you asked for this match. Is that true? [He nods.] WILEY: Why? GAINES: Well, I...uhh....just wasn't pleased. [Tess actually allows a mocking laugh to escape.] WILEY: You got your clock cleaned, Mr. Gaines. [He nods again.] GAINES: Yes, I did. WILEY: So, he exposed you as a loser? Is that what this is all about? [At this point, Gaines' expression changes to one of anger. He reaches out and snatches the microphone out of her hand. His face getting a little more red every time he breathes.] GAINES: Listen here, Missy, I've had it up to here with your snide shit. [Her face is now the one confounded.] GAINES: They told me to act sheepish after what happened last show and I tried, but I'm not going to be called a loser by someone who looked like she flunked out of the "Wednesday Addams academy for gothic rejects!" [She looks angry now herself and goes for the mic, but he jerks it away.] GAINES: No way, honey. You just stand right there and watch because I'm sick of this little act you got going. The people need to hear what I have to say. [He turns to look at the camera.] GAINES: My entire career has been one entitles "he's a good hand in the ring." I can wrestle and nobody disputes that... WILEY: (interrupting) EXCEPT the Son of Malta... [He snaps his head to stare at her.] GAINES: Shut up! [He face drains to an even whiter shade as he turns back around to face the camera.] GAINES: Nobody has ever really gotten to hear *ME* talk. They have heard what others have put in my mouth or made me say, but never what *I* wanted to say and that changes right now! [He pauses for a breath.] GAINES: I'm here in SCW to change my luck and my career. I'm not here to just be happy looking good and losing all the damn time. I'm here to make a real go of it. I asked for this rematch tonight not because I was ashamed of what happened last time out, but because I want to show the SCW fans out there who *I* really am! [He takes a moment and continues.] GAINES: You think I'm really the kind of guy that gets his ass handed to him like that? Really? [He shakes his head.] GAINES: I'm not. I'm going out there tonight and I'm going to show the Son of Malta that I'm every bit as good in the ring as he is. I'm going to make him PROVE he belongs in SCW and I'm going to give him the best fight he has had in a long time. [He pauses again to catch his breath.] GAINES: I may win and I may lose. Who the hell really knows? But one thing is for sure... [He grins.] GAINES: It's going to be "good!" [He throws the microphone over his head and walks off as we see Tess catch it in the background before the screen cuts away.]
[Colby Prince and Ryan Paris are backstage standing by preparing for their next match. The duo that goes by the name, American Revival are only moments away from their next challenge. They stand confident and ready for the task at hand.] PRINCE: SCW ... we are in the heart of America, Texas. It's time to bring an American Revival! The American Revival has arrived and we are here to make some noise! It starts this week against the team called, Nuff Said. [Price and Paris look at each other and shrug.] PRINCE: Either you two are pretty delusional or you mean something around here. I am going to go with delusional. [Colby cracks a smile.] PRINCE: The American Revival is here for one purpose and one purpose only ... To take the SCW by storm and become the top tag team in the company. There is no doubt the tag team roster is stacked full of quality teams. When we looked at all the offers that were on the table. The level of competition is what brought us to the SCW. The ability to claim being one of the best tag teams in the world is what _brought_ us to the SCW. PARIS: ... and it begins tonight. What better way with a match with the tenured team Nuff Said. The American Revival is going to make a statement. We aren't here to become a time filler tag team. We aren't here to become fodder to the top teams in the league. No, we are here to spoil each and every plan that every team has made. We are here to spoil every teams 2019. American Revival is going to finish the year strong. We are going to make a statement here tonight and get the SCW locker room talking. [Fist pump by both men.] PARIS: Nuff Said, I hope you did your home work. I hope you prepared yourself for a battle. There is a revival brewing. PRINCE: A tag team revival! PARIS: It begins with you. It ends with those SCW belts around our waist. [Paris and Prince motion as if the tag team titles will soon be around their waist.] PRINCE: Nuff Said ... Sweaty Bling ... The Rich Family ... Las Preguntas .... .. and the rest of you! We are coming for all of you. One by one, the American Revival is going to beat you. PARIS: Call it destiny. Call it fate. We like to call it being the best tag team in the world. PRINCE: And tonight is the first step to an American Revival in the SCW! [The two men turn and head to the ring.]
[Back to the ringside broadcast team.] CHANEY: Gordon Gaines talking big tonight. WATTERS: I admit I liked what I heard. I liked the fact that he is ready to step forward. CHANEY: But? WATTERS: But the Son of Malta is just too much. That one won't end well for Gaines. CHANEY: Another group set for big things are American Revival! WATTERS: They sounded ready to go moments ago. CHANEY: I think they are and tonight they make their SCW debut against Nuff Said. WATTERS: And that is as fitting as can be. CHANEY: What do you mean? WATTERS: 'Nuff Said. American Revival will win easily. 'Nuff Said. CHANEY: No that is their opponents, Larry. WATTERS: I know, believe me. CHANEY: (rolls eyes) Alright, let's get to the ring before we do our own rendetion of "who's on first." Take it away "Buff!"
[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 tag team match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, already in the ring, at a combined weight of 431 pounds, the team of "Kamikaze" Keith and "Suicidal" Steve... 'N U F F S A I D ! ! ! [A small but enthusiastic reaction erupts as the two team members once again acknowledge the crowd, before returning to their limbering exercises as they wait for their opponents.] CHANEY: There's the two plucky guys people know and love! WATTERS: Yeah, we love to watch them get destroyed! CHANEY: Yet they keep coming back and taking their shots! You have to love that. WATTERS: Whatever! [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of four hundred, twenty-seven pounds. Here are Colby Price and Ryan Paris, the.... A M E R I C A N R E V I V A L ! ! ! [A heavy metal style riff of music begins to play as the newest SCW tag team steps out from behind the curtain. Colby has a classic wrestler build, very athletic build and wears black pants with white lettering on it. Paris has short, dark hair and an athletic build. He wears matching black pants to Prince with white lettering. They step into the ring and stare down their opponents, disrespecting them with their glare as they await the start of the match.] CHANEY: These two certainly looks like they intend on making a splash in their debut. WATTERS: They are guys that have been around and know how to succeed in tag team wrestling. CHANEY: So you know of them, Larry? WATTERS: I know EVERYTHING, Chaney. And yes, we are lucky to have them in SCW. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: There's the bell and this one is under way! WATTERS: This tag team division is getting deeper every time we have a show in Dallas! CHANEY: Dallas is just reclaiming its spot in the wrestling world, Larry. WATTERS: Rightfully so. Love this place! [Colby Prince and "Kamikaze" Keith start things off. They lock up and Colby quickly takes his opponent down with a side-headlock takeover before transitioning to a head scissors. CHANEY: Some great wrestling shown by the newcomer right there! WATTERS: I told you they have some real skills. It isn't just about overwhelming with power, you have to wrestle too. These boys can do just that! [Keith struggles in the hold before getting his foot on the ropes. Colby holds until four before releasing and backing up.] CHANEY: Well at least he did break the hold. WATTERS: And within the time limit he had to do it. Can't be upset when they follow the rules even if you don't like them. CHANEY: Who said I don't like them? I don't know them! WATTERS: Come on, Chaney. [They go to clash again, but this time Keith uses his speed to duck past Colby, hand spring off the ropes and catch him with a corkscrew enzuigiri! The crowd pops at that as he kips up and starts clapping to get the crowd into the match. Tagging "Suicidal" Steve as Colby tags in Ryan Paris.] CHANEY: WOW!!! Turnabout is fair play and now both teams tag their partners in! WATTERS: Tag Team wrestling at its best! CHANEY: You can say that again, Larry WATTERS: No. No, I won't. [Keith and Steve are both in the ring, Steve rushes to dropkick Ryan Paris as Keith runs to the opposite side and forearms Prince off the ring apron and to the arena floor. Standing tall the two men get to their feet and raise their fists to an excited crowd cheering them on.] CHANEY: 'NUFF SAID WITH A SHOCKING MOMENT!!! WATTERS: I never thought they had this in them! Look at them standing tall! CHANEY: They are showing the new guys what SCW is all about. WATTERS: Don't go too far with the gushing, Chaney. [Out of nowhere and in perfect synchronization, Paris and Prince leap to the ring apron and hit both members of 'Nuff Said with mid-flight roundhouse punches. that stagger the boys back with force. The crowd groans at the connection.] CHANEY: STEREO SUICIDE-! WATTERS: Looks like the American Revival learned the lesson quickly! CHANEY: Indeed they did, Larry! WATTERS: This will get ugly now! [Colby and Ryan pull their stunned opponents out onto the apron, lock eyes, and hoist them up and drop them with cross-legged fisherman busters on the ring apron as the crowd gasps in horror at the impact.] CHANEY: END OF TIMES IN STEREO!!! GOOD GOD!!! WATTERS: These guys are dead now! CHANEY: They could be seriously injured. WATTERS: Now *THAT* is making a debut statement, Chaney! Hot Damn! ['Nuff Said have gone limp, and American Revival roll them back in the ring. Colby locking in a Kimura with Neckscissors on Keith, while Ryan grabs up an Achilles Lock on Steve. The crowd is going nuts booing these guys.] CHANEY: Okay, this is just unnecessary! Buff Said isn't moving! They cant even feel these submission holds, let alone tap out! WATTERS: It's about sending a message, Chaney! CHANEY: And that is? WATTERS: Don't screw with us, or we'll wreck you all, son [The referee doesn't wait long at all, seeing no reaction from Steve and Keith, he starts to frantically wave his arms toward the time keeper to ring the bell. American Revival are announced as winners by submission as the crowd boos loudly.] CHANEY: The referee calls for the bell and American Revival are the winners! WATTERS: Not surprising that they won. How fast they won is a bit shocking. CHANEY: I think everyone feels that way. What a debut! WATTERS: And now the locker room better take notice of these two. They are on a mission! [Their music plays and the winning team is on it's feet. Prince and Paris fist-bump briefly before rolling out the ring, leaving their opponents laying.] CHANEY: Steve and Keith look like they may really be hurt in there. WATTERS: That was a nasty impact on the ring apron. CHANEY: Indeed it was. We may need some medical help out here for them. WATTERS: And for the next team American Revival faces off against. These guys are as good as advertised! [The screen cuts away...]
[The screen cuts to the SCW interview area where Josef Skala and Jan Bosko are standing by themselves. They are wearing their Prague Drinking Team shirts (now on sale, get yours people!) and are already in their wrestling gear.] BOSKO: Tonight is our night people! We have been given chance to go after tag team titles and we will walk out of here as champions! SKALA: Just as sure as we can drink any team under the table, we know that we can out wrestle those masked fruits in the ring. [Jan nods and continues.] BOSKO: When you are as well traveled as we are, you know a lot about the world and how it works. SKALA: And everywhere we go, people ask us what is our favorite drink. [They look at each other.] TOGETHER: VODKA!!! [The laugh, but Josef continues.] SKALA: However, in special occasions, we look for something different. BOSKO: And tonight will be special event for sure! [They both yell and make the title belt gesture.] TOGETHER: TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! [They flex a little, but they are having fun.] SKALA: And when we have the belts, we will celebrate as people should. With Champagne. [Jan's nose ruffles a little.] BOSKO: But that stuff sucks! SKALA: Hey, its a celebration! [They raise their hands as if holding a drink.] TOGETHER: CHEERS TO US! [The walk off as the screen cuts away.]
[Tommy Gordon hasn't been Pete Whealdoned out yet, but here he is in the interview area with a grappler not renowned for his friendliness or even English for that matter.....El Principe.] GORDON: Tommy Gordon here, standing... PRINCIPE: Gordon, como Pat Gordon? Encantado de conocerte. Pero no hablas espanol, verdad? No, no lo creo. Da eso aqui y hasta luego. [With that, the second generation Mexican star snatches the microphone, a growing trend here on Rampage, and set about addressing his opponent, Jed Johnson, and the audience - not that they will have a scooby of what he's primed to say.] PRINCIPE: Si no puedo ganar contra Jed aqui esta noche, entonces no estoy usando una corona en mi cabeza. [He gestures towards the said crown on top of his blue and gold mask prior to wagging his finger in our pobre cameraman's direction and continuing with his Spanish spiel.] PRINCIPE: No solo eso: dejare este basurero si no gano y puedo garantizarlo. El dice que pone la W en SCW. Puse el EL en los dos LL de Lucha Libre. [A brief breath is taken before the luchador signs off with a closing statement.] PRINCIPE: Yo soy El Principe Todavia estoy en este torneo y lo estare esta vez la proxima semana. Jed Johnson, vas a luchar mi pelea esta noche y eso sera una L para ti, cortesia de El Príncipe. [He walks away with Gordon looking perplexed as the screen cuts away.]
[The screen cuts back to the announce team ready to continue the broadcast from ringside.] CHANEY: I wish we had sub titles or an interpreter for Principe. WATTERS: You don't need to know everything. You can tell what he is saying by the look in his eyes. CHANEY: Huh? WATTERS: He is fired up and believes he is the best. Tonight he will prove it in the ring. CHANEY: That is what he said? WATTERS: I don't know, but I think that is what will happen. I took a chance and guessed. CHANEY: Speaking of chances, it is time for Gordon Gaines and his match against the Son of Malta. WATTERS: Dead Man Walking! CHANEY: Stop it! WATTERS: Again, just guessing here. (laughs) CHANEY: He legitimately wants to test Malta and perhaps we will see a different side of Gordon Gaines. WATTERS: You mean besides his face looking up at the lights as the pinfall gets counted? CHANEY: Stop that! Let's go to the ring already!
[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 Eden Prairie, 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 begins to play and Gordon Gaines walks out from behind 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: Gordon Gaines really showed a side of himself I never thought we would see, Larry. WATTERS: I liked it. He needed to get fired up and stop letting others direct his career. CHANEY: Certainly surprised Tess Wiley. WATTERS: Well she called him a loser and that just doesn't fly with anyone regardless of their history and success. CHANEY: How would you have handled it? WATTERS: She might have gotten a fat lip in my day....but those days are long gone, Chaney. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, hailing from Malta and weighing in at two hundred forty-two pounds. Here is... T H E S O N O F M A L T A ! ! ! [As the first notes of the Maltese National Anthem start playing, the lights dim and half of the arena starts screaming "Malta, Malta, Malta". Suddenly 6 persons wearing from head to feet in all black come out one after the other holdings a card each in this order: Card 1 - "Malta's Favorite Son" Card 2 - "Mentored by William Arthur Reagan" Card 3 - "The Best in the ring and in the Zone" Card 4 - "The man who is always followed by tragedy" Card 5 - "The man with nothing else to lose" Card 6 - "The Son of Malta" [Once all six are out they form a guard of honor with three on each side and the lights all come back at the same time as The Son of Malta makes his way out wearing his usual black trenchcoat with a huge white Maltese Cross on the back. He walks slowly to the ring and takes his place in his corner.] CHANEY: He looks even more menacing this time, doesn't he Larry? WATTERS: Put it like this: He got called out for a rematch by a guy he beat in a short order. This guy is a tad mouthy these days and all you want to do is shut him up. CHANEY: So what do you think will happen? WATTERS: I think the Son of Malta finishes Gordon Gaines of in record time and makes believers out of every person in this arena! CHANEY: That is high praise. WATTERS: You're damn right it is! And he has earned it! [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: There's the bell and this one is under way. WATTERS: It is already a longer match than I expected. CHANEY: Larry, that is ludicrous! WATTERS: The fact we are several seconds in and Gaines is still standing is a shocker to me. [The two men circle a bit and finally Gaines lunges in. Malta reacts quickly and went for a quick attack, but Gordon sidesteps the veteran's reach and plants a kick to the back of Malta's knee. Malta reacts with anger and takes another swing, but it plays out the same with Gaines dodging and then hitting a shot to the other knee.] CHANEY: Gaines with a great stick-and-move strategy and he is attacking the back of those knees! WATTERS: If he takes the knees out, this entire match changes. [Gaines hauls off with the momentum and pegs Malta with a punch right to the bottom of the chin, which staggers the beast back a bit into the corner as Gaines reacts to the positive energy from the crowd.] CHANEY: GAINES SLUGS MALTA RIGHT ON THE KISSER!!! The big man is staggered by it! WATTERS: All that happened is that it woke him up. He didn't go down at all. [Gordon's is shocked at his quick advantage and he rushes toward the corner where Malta had fell backward into the adjacent ropes. Gaines jumps up and stepped his right foot on the middle rope, then his left foot on the top rope, propelling himself back toward his victim with a spinning superman punch that connects squarely on the jaw of the staggered veteran.] CHANEY: SPINNING SUPERMAN PUNCH BY GAINES AND THE CROWD IS RIGHT BEHIND HIM!!! WATTERS: I can't believe Malta allowed that to happen! Gaines really surprised him. CHANEY: Overconfidence? WATTERS: Perhaps so. I'm really confounded by that. [Son of Malta crashes to the canvas after the punch and the crowd erupts for Gordon's sudden surge. As he stood up from his landing space, Gordon took in the crowd's cheers and smiles broadly, raising his arms in triumph.] CHANEY: Gordon Gaines showing off a little for the fans! WATTERS: That is a major mistake! He takes his eye off the ball at a crucial moment when he could have gone for a major impact and perhaps got a pin. CHANEY: I hate agreeing with you, Larry. WATTERS: When this match ends, that is the moment Gaines will regret. I guarantee it. CHANEY: You may be right. WATTERS: I know I am. [Gordon finally turns to again focus on his opponent, only to find that Malta has begun to stand to his feet and was rubbing his right hand against the cheek that was impacted by the attack. Gordon's smile left his face quickly and he rushes over to try and regain his advantage. Gordon lunges in and Malta faked the same attack from earlier, quickly pumping out his knee. Gaines's shins hit the knee instead of the meaty part of the leg and the pain showed all over his face. The crowd noticed as well as the cheers immediately turned to groans with the impact.] CHANEY: Gaines looks like he hurt his leg there, Larry! WATTERS: He went to the well one too many times. A veteran like Malta can only be fooled so many times. [Malta turns as fast as possible and lands an elbow to the sternum of his opponent. This causes visible trouble for Gordon in catching a breath and Malta knows he has the upper hand once again.] CHANEY: ANNNND Malta crushes him with an elbow yet again! WATTERS: In wrestling, you cannot take time to smell the roses. CHANEY: Why not? WATTERS: Your nose gets caved in. That's why. [Malta pulls on Gaines' arm and whips him across the ring and into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a clothesline that nearly flipped him around completely. Gordon crumble to the canvas, but immediately starts to push his hands against the mat in order to try and get back to his feet.] CHANEY: Gordon Gaines fighting to get back to his feet! What a show of will! WATTERS: I will give him credit, he is trying to prove a lot here tonight. CHANEY: But? There is always a but with you, Larry. WATTERS: But it is still stupid to get back up when you know you will be knocked down again. [Before he could get much distance off the mat, Malta connects with a boot to the side of the head that sent him right back down and the crowd erupted in boos as Malta's attack laid out his opponent. Son of Malta starts yelling at his younger counterpart. He yelled that he told him he wasn't ready for this kind of match. Then he picks Gaines up and held him in a waist lock from behind.] CHANEY: Oh this doesn't look good for Gordon Gaines at all! WATTERS: Yeah, Chaney, he's in a really bad spot here as Malta has total control. [He lifts Gordon and throws him with a perfect German Suplex. Gordon lands so ferociously that it looked like his knee actually ends up hitting him in the forehead on impact across the way. The crowd groans loudly at the impact.] CHANEY: GOOD GOD GORDON GAINES JUST GOT CRUMPLED BY THAT GERMAN SUPLEX!!! WATTERS: Malta's power is a little shocking. Yes he is solid, but my goodness when a suplex! CHANEY: Any buts on that one? WATTERS: Nope. Just glad I'm here in the booth and not in Gaines' shoes. [Malta shrugs off the crowd response and turns around to make his way back to his prey, who had begun standing up yet again, using his left hand to push off the mat. Malta rushes the corner, but Gordon ducks the knee meant for his head and rolls out of the corner. Malta's knee connects with the turnbuckle with a loud thud.] CHANEY: GAINES OUT OF THE WAY OF THAT ATTACK! WATTERS: He got out of the way, but didn't follow it up! Get in there for crying out loud! CHANEY: Well he has taken a lot already. WATTERS: No excuse. [Gaines again starts to stand as the crowd continues to back him with cheers. Malta pulls his leg back from the turnbuckle and turns to see Gains stand up and motion for him to "bring it on" as the fans erupt in a louder cheer.] CHANEY: Gaines is still got fight in him! Look at him egg Malta on to fight some more. WATTERS: I can't tell if this is the definition of courage or stupidity! [Malta rushes over and Gaines throws a straight jab that connects with the Son's jaw, but the advance wasn't stopped by the shot. Gordon goes to throw another shot, but Malta gets there too fast and headbutts him right on the nose to end the attack.] CHANEY: HEADBUTT BY MALTA!!! WATTERS: Headbutts don't always connect exactly as you want them to, but that one was flush on the nose. Damn! CHANEY: The Son of Malta is in utter control now. WATTERS: As he should be. This one ought to be over any time he wants it to be over. [Malta grabs Gaines and shoves his head down between the knees and then lifts him into the air for a power bomb. The Maltese Executioner turns and throws his victim into the corner with a ton of force. Gordon bounces off the corner in a nasty way and yet remains on his feet long enough for Malta to rush over. He grabs Gaines by the waist and lifts him into the air only to drop him neck-first across the top rope as the crowd groans.] CHANEY: HE JUST TRIED TO DECAPITATE GAINES THERE!!! GOOD GOD!!! WATTERS: You know in all the discussion of this guy, nobody talked about how sadistic he could be. CHANEY: And? WATTERS: I like it. [Malta grabs his opponent by the throat and pulls him up yet again. He lifts him straight up and drops him with a sitdown chokebomb. Malta rolls over him and looks at the referee, telling him to count the pin.] CHANEY: CHOKEBOMB!!! WATTERS: He calls for the pin! NEAR FALL CHANEY: GAINES ESCAPES THE PIN!!! WATTERS: Malta was overconfident there as well as he didn't hook the leg. That is a common mistake, as we see often. CHANEY: By veterans as well as newbies. WATTERS: Very true, Chaney. Very true. [The Son of Malta gets up and reaches down to pull Gaines back to his feet again. This time he scoops him up for a bodyslam, but instead drops him with a back breaker right across his knee. He didn't let go, standing up while still having Gordon in his arms, dropping him again with a back breaker over the knee.] CHANEY: Nasty back breaker by the Son of Malta! WATTERS: Gaines may never be the same after this. [Malta continues to keep hold as he stood up again. The Son of Malta steps back into the ropes and propels himself with a massive powerslam.] CHANEY: MALTA TURNS IT INTO A POWERSLAM THAT SHAKES THE RING!!! WATTERS: THIS ONE IS OVER!!! NEAR FALL CHANEY: GAINES ESCAPES AT THE LAST POSSIBLE NANO-SECOND!!!! WATTERS: Gaines refuses to die in this one, which would be an admirable trait if not for the fact that he is showing how stupid he can be by doing it. CHANEY: Larry! WATTERS: I'm serious. He has a death wish. I'm certain of it now! [Malta rolls off his victim and begins talking to the referee. He explains loudly enough to be heard that he should protect Gaines before he kills him. The referee tells him he should just pin him and end it then and at that moment a loud thud is heard as Gaines smacks his hand against the mat to again push himself up.] CHANEY: GAINES IS STILL TRYING TO GET TO HIS FEET!!! WATTERS: This match ought to be over. Malta is right about that and the referee should be ashamed for letting this one go as long as it has. CHANEY: Gaines is still showing fight and that means he has to let it go. WATTERS: And that may be what kills Gaines in there. [Just as Gaines begins to pull himself up, Malta rushes over and smacks a hard right hand to the side of his face. Then he drills him with a hard left that floors Gaines again. The Maltese Beast turns to the referee and again tells him that he has nothing left, but the referee just points toward the corner where Gaines is almost to his feet yet again to the crowd's delight.] CHANEY: Son of Malta continues his assault and GAINES IS STILL TRYING TO STAND! WATTERS: The kid has pluck, but like a chicken, it only means death in the end. CHANEY: Such a positive way to look at things, Crusher. WATTERS: Fine then. I'm positive that if the referee doesn't do his damn job, Gordon Gaines will die in that ring tonight. [Malta turns and looks at Gaines trying to stay in the match and shrugs before he grabs him by the neck and shoves him into the corner. Malta hits him with a barrage of knee strikes in the corner to the ribs. Right side, then left side. Over and over before he finally pulls him out of the corner and lands a devastating uppercut that sends Gaines to the mat in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: MALTA WITH AN UPPERCUT A HEAVYWEIGHT BOXER WOULD BE PROUD OF!!! WATTERS: How much more can Gaines take? CHANEY: Malta wants this over as much as we do. Gordon Gaines knows no quit tonight! WATTERS: Moron. [The Son of Malta stares at the referee as he walks toward his opponent, who was obviously rocked by the last exchange. Malta shakes his head disapprovingly of this match being allowed to continue, before stooping down and grabbing Gaines in his submission hold, "The Maltese Cross." Gaines barely tries to fight against it and the referee calls for the bell.] CHANEY: MALTESE CROSS!!! THSI ONE IS OVER!!! WATTERS: Thank God! [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: The referee calls for the bell to save Gaines, who isn't moving much at all at this point. WATTERS: And may never again! CHANEY: What a win by the Son of Malta! WATTERS: He is a bad, bad man! [All eyes watch the Son of Malta as he exits the ring and makes his way up the aisle. When he reaches the entrance curtain, he turns his head back and looks at the ring. In the ring, Gordon Gaines was again grabbing the ropes and was attempting to pull himself back to his feet. Gordon's attempt drops him back to his knee, but he continued to try and stand.] CHANEY: Gaines is STILL trying to get to his feet in there, Larry. WATTERS: And the match is over. CHANEY: The fans are chanting his name and this arena is getting LOUD! WATTERS: People love an underdog, especially a too-stupid-to-know-they-are- whipped underdog. [The Son of Malta simply nodded as he watches the scene unfold. In fact, he almost seems to crack a small grin. The show of respect ends and he walks out of the arena as the crowd continued to chant Gordon's name to show how much they loved his desire to compete.] CHANEY: Is that a smile from Malta? WATTERS: The kid took a beating and kept coming. It was a solid display. CHANEY: If anything, Gordon Gaines proved he is tough as nails tonight! WATTERS: Or dumb as a box of rocks. But he has balls of solid brass! I'll give him that! [The scene cuts away...]
[The feed cuts backstage to find the intrepid backstage interviewer known simply as The Informer looking zoned-out, a big, goofy grin on his features as he stares at a point somewhere to his left, and the camera's right. After a moment, it becomes apparent that the reason for his trance is anything but drug-related, and may have more to do with matters of the heart – or, at the very least, the loins. For striding into frame, her two acolytes in tow, is none other than Lexi Darlington, spokesperson and Chief of Staff of the SCW Border Control. Not one to misinterpret such obvious body language, the brunette graces The Informer with a beaming smile, laying on an extra dose of Southern charm as she trills on.] LEXI DARLINGTON: Why, hel-LO, Mr. Informer! How d'you do? [The Informer can barely keep himself from babbling as he responds.] THE INFORMER: I'm fine, thanks, Ms. Darlington. I was wondering if, uh, if you had a minute to, uh, answer a couple questions? [Lexi smiles again, ingratiatingly.] LEXI: Sure. Just let's not bother my boys too awful much, shall we? They're still suffering a little from that TERRORIST ATTACK they were involved in two weeks ago... [As if on cue, Lincoln and Washington – both of which are sporting not entirely convincing bandages on their forehead, and shiners which look just a little too symmetrical to be authentic – put on long-suffering expressions, milking the situation for all it is worth. The Informer, for one, appear to fall for it hook, line and sinker, nodding solemnly and sympathetically as he retorts.] THE INFORMER: Of course. Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Your team is set to make their official in-ring debut here tonight, but after the events of Rampage #3, I have to ask...are they cleared to compete? [Lexi's expression matches The Informer's for sympathetic sorrow as she replies.] LEXI: Actually, Mr. Informer...I was hopin' we could keep this a secret...but I suppose I might as well tell you, as a friend. The fact is, you're right. Misters Lincoln and Washington were advised not to compete tonight. They were advised to rest and recover from the HORRIFIC injuries they suffered at the hands of TERRORISTS! But do you know what they replied, Mister Informer? [The Informer, enraptured, can just about bring himself to shake his head, causing Lexi to grin as she responds.] LEXI: They said, Mr. Informer, that standing down from TERRORISTS would go against their principles as American citizens. They said ignoring a threat like this would be unpatriotic, anti-American and against God's will! [Behind Darlington, the two team members can be seen nodding in agreement, as front and center, their spokesperson hits her stride.] LEXI: That's right, Mr. Informer. These two men discharged themselves from hospital earlier today, AGAINST DOCTORS' ORDERS, so that they could be here tonight and stand up for American values! For Truth, Justice, and the American Way! And God willin', that is just what they are going to do. Thank you. [With that, and without another moment's delay, the brunette and her two silent acolytes exit stage left, leaving a smitten Informer to gaze wistfully after them, nearly missing his cue to end the segment and throw the feed back to ringside.]
[CUT TO THE BACK!...where the one... the only.. The "Stoned Submission Specialist" TRIPP SKYLARK standing in front of a full length mirror, wrapped only in a purple towel with green "doughnuts" all over it. Staring in the mirror with a sly look on his face, Tripp begins to share his wisdom.] TRIPP: When I jumped off, I had a bucket full of thoughts... [Tripp pauses as the smile rises.] TRIPP: When I first jumped off, I held that bucket in my hand. It was full of Ideas that would take me all around the world. I stood and watched the smoke behind the mountain curl. Man, It took me a long time to get back on the train! [Trip turns, facing the camera.] TRIPP: Now I'm gone and I'll never look back again. I'm gone and I'll never look back at all. You know I'll never look back again. [Tripp looks him behind him, just for a second.] TRIPP: I turn my face into the howlin' wind! It took me a long time to get back on the train. I See my face in the town that's flashing by. See me standing at the station in the rain. See me running there beside the car. I left it all behind, again. I'll travel far. It took me a long time to get back on the train. [Tripp nods, that smile just beaming.] TRIPP: But back on the train, I am! The train of VICTORY!!! And this train isn't gonna stop at the next station. Oohhhh nooooo! After hearing that crowd go wild last week... After "Falling From the Sky" and stumblin', bumblin' my way into victory... I actually have a shot in this thing! [Pause.] TRIPP: They always said.... "What IF" about me... What "IF I took things seriously... What "IF" I really applied myself.... Now's that what "IF" folks! And I'll be damned if Windham Brody or anyone is going to stand in my way! Because... When.....I wear.... my MAN pants... [Tripp quickly rips off the towel.... Revealing a pair of black and red patchwork cargo shorts.] TRIPP: ...I CAN DO ANYTHING!!!!! [Tripp giggles, and raises his arms into a "flying superman" pose then flies off screen right, mumbling "SKYLARK AWAY" as he goes.]
[We cut back to the ringside announce table where our broadcast team jumps right in.] WATTERS: Give me some of what he's smoking back there! CHANEY: Are you insinuating? WATTERS: I'm more than insinuating, I'm flat out stating it. The man is high as a kite if he thinks he can do ANYTHING, including beating a man like Windham Brody. CHANEY: I guess we get to see what happens later when they meet in their Group B Contest. WATTERS: You can say that again! CHANEY: Fans we have come to the Group A match between El Principe and Jed Johnson. WATTERS: Both of these guys have already lost, so this one is vital! CHANEY: For Principe it could also be a matter of honor fighting so close to his native soil of Mexico. WATTERS: Both of these men have skills and I expect a great one. CHANEY: Let's take it to the ring and let Aaron Buffington get it 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 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 talked as though he was ready earlier, Larry. WATTERS: He isn't much of a talker, but the man does know how to wrestle. CHANEY: Is that enough? WATTERS: In the ring? Yes. To be a superstar, who knows. However, at least he speaks Engish and people can understand him. CHANEY: That isn't a nice way to talk, Crusher? WATTERS: Hello. Have we met? [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 near ringside.] CHANEY: There's the Mexican Prince, Larry. Do you thnk he really is royalty? WATTERS: Perhaps we are misunderstanding his name and he is always telling us he isn't. We can't understand him, you know. CHANEY: I doubt that is the case. WATTERS: Anything is possible. I know that this guy is better than his record and people need to take note or suffer the consequences. [The two men are read for this one, waiting for the referee to finish his instructions.] CHANEY: So the participants are in the ring ready for this Group A match. Thing is – the crowd don't particularly like them. WATTERS: Who cares what the fans think. I'm with these two guys – to hell with the fans. Who needs them. CHANEY: Well we do to be fair, Larry. Without them, we wouldn't get paid. WATTERS: Whatever. Let's get this one underway. [DING! DING!] CHANEY: These two are circling each other now. Johnson grabs Principe's arm and whips him into the ropes, aiming for a backdrop and he catches him with it. WATTERS: Principe is quickly up to his feet though and runs into the ropes, catching his opponent with a shoulder block on the rebound. CHANEY: You know what Larry. The fans might not like these guys that much but this match has a lot riding on it. WATTERS: It does? CHANEY: Sure. These guys both already have a loss in Group A. This match could be the make or break of them continuing. WATTERS: Indeed. The winner of the match still has a chance to make it to the quarter-finals. And the loser should pretty much forget about going any further. CHANEY: Principe drags Johnson back up and takes him back down to the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex. WATTERS: Principe hits Johnson with a kick and then runs into the ropes. But no – Johnson is waiting for him and catches him with a backdrop. In fact, he just sent him over the top rope to the arena floor. CHANEY: Johnson rolls out under the bottom rope and Steve Anderson starts the count. WATTERS: Johnson runs Principe into the ring steps and the two of them are brawling at ringside now. CHANEY: Johnson bounces Principe's head off the guardrail at ringside and then slides back into the ring. WATTERS: Principe looks a bit dazed but he follows Johnson back into the ring. Principe bounces off the ropes and catches Johnson with a shoulder block sending him to the canvas. CHANEY: Principe drags Johnson back to his feet and then sends him crashing back down with a belly-to-back suplex. WATTERS: The fans weren't happy with that move. I still don't think they know who they should or shouldn't be cheering. CHANEY: Principe executes a vertical facebuster on Johnson and Steve Anderson goes for the pin. ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRE......................................KICKOUT!!! WATTERS: So – who is this Steve Anderson guy? CHANEY: He's an accomplished referee that formerly worked for the IXWA. WATTERS: That was the fed that Damian Payne owned wasn't it? CHANEY: It was indeed. But I don't think Payne has any plans to resurrect it. WATTERS: Oh? CHANEY: Yeah. He's happily retired and rumor has it that he and Hannah are planning a third child. WATTERS: Fair enough. Right – back to the match. CHANEY: Principe hits another belly-to-belly suplex on Johnson and then slaps on a figure-four leglock. Johnson's shoulders are on the mat. ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .....KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Principe sends Johnson into the turnbuckle and catches him with a belly- to-back suplex as he staggers backwards. WATTERS: Principe drags Johnson up and hits him with an Aztecan suplex. CHANEY: Principe goes for the pin but Johnson kicks out at one. Principe is yelling at Anderson now saying it was a fast count. WATTERS: Principe runs into the ropes and hits Johnson with a shoulder block. Principe is going for the cover. ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRRE......................................KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: Johnson executes a single-arm DDT on Principe and follows it up with a tiger suplex before locking in an abdominal stretch. WATTERS: Principe is struggling and he grabs the ropes after 14 seconds. CHANEY: Johnson pulls Principe to his feet and hits a swinging neckbreaker. WATTERS: He follows it up with a vertical suplex and the crowd is getting behind him now. CHANEY: Johnson goes for a single-arm DDT, but Principe blocks it and manages to whip his opponent into the ropes. WATTERS: Johnson comes back out of the ropes and hits Principe with a shoulder block. CHANEY: Johnson gets an abdominal stretch on Principe. WATTERS: He's reaching for the ropes but Johnson pulls him back. CHANEY: Principe is valiantly trying to break the hold though and he's still reaching for the ropes. Inch by inch he's pulling himself across the ring. WATTERS: Principe manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for the best part of 30 seconds. CHANEY: Johnson pulls Principe up and drills him with a DDT. WATTERS: Drags him up again and rocks him with a European uppercut. CHANEY: That just knocked Principe giddy. WATTERS: Not that giddy though. Principe nails Johnson with a Northern Lights suplex. He then pulls him to his feet and shoves him through the ropes to the outside. CHANEY: Whilst Johnson picks himself up and makes his way back into the ring, Principe is taking the opportunity to catch his breath. WATTERS: Johnson is back in and gets caught with a belly-to-belly suplex. CHANEY: Principe runs into the ropes but Johnson is back on his feet and drills Principe with a clothesline. WATTERS: Johnson whips Principe into the ropes, but Principe reverses it. CHANEY: Principe executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Johnson. He climbs to his feet and gets caught with another belly-to-back suplex. WATTERS: The crowd is still not sure what to make of these two but they seem to be getting behind El Principe now. CHANEY: Principe throws Johnson into the turnbuckle and follows him win with a clothesline. WATTERS: Johnson literally doesn't know where he is. He staggers out of the corner and he shoves Steve Anderson! CHANEY: Anderson's a big lad though. He hasn't gone down. He's getting in Johnson's face now. WATTERS: Johnson backs off a little bit and walks straight into the Crowning Moment! CHANEY: El Principe goes for the pin. Steve Anderson counts: ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRREEEEEEE!!! [DING! DING! DING!] WATTERS: El Principe wins the match and he carries on in the round-robin. Johnson, however, is getting a dressing down from the new referee. CHANEY: I like that guy. I certainly wouldn't want to push him around. [The screen cuts away...]
[Camera goes backstage and you are in the trainer's room. Foley is sitting on the trainer's table as a female EMT is wrapping up his ribs. Caleb winces as his ribs must be a little sensitive.] FOLEY: Easy ... I just had a match against Gazi. They weren't lying when they said he could kick down a coconut tree. [Foley lifts up his left arm so the EMT can continue to wrap around the ribcage area.] FOLEY: It is only going to get more difficult from here on out. I am sure to get more bruises and bumps along the way, however, nothing will stop me. When I came back to pro wrestling I made a promise to myself that I would do whatever it takes to become not only the face of the organization but also the man everyone is chasing at the top of the food chain. [As the EMT finishes wrapping up the ribs of Foley he pushes himself off the table.] FOLEY: Thank you. [Foley exits the trainer's room. He looks over his shoulder down the hallway and it is like a ghost town. No one is in the long corridor. No referees. No interviewers. No sound guys. No wrestlers. Kind of odd and it gives you an eerie feeling but Caleb walks down the hallway anyway.] FOLEY: Like I was saying ... Right now this is my time. No distractions. No injuries. No pressure. I know what I have to do in order to succeed here in SCW. Keep my nose clean and don't stick it where it doesn't belong. As long as I remain focused and keep my eye on the prize I will accomplish everything I want here. Last time I felt this pumped I was a rookie breaking into the business and selling out arenas in Phoenix. It didn't matter who I wrestled I gave it my all. I went to the ring and took care of business as I am doing now. Fans were chanting my name. Little kids were waiting in lines before the show to get my autograph. Such a great feeling to have. [Foley pauses for a moment.] FOLEY: Some people think I am out of my mind to set such high standards and goals for myself. Yet a wise man once said ... All who have accomplished great things have had a great aim, have fixed their gaze on a goal which was high, one which sometimes seemed impossible. Let that ponder in your mind and then ask yourself ... How easy are my goals to attain? [Camera cuts off as Caleb enters the dressing room.]
[The screen cuts to a view of Windham Brody standing in a stairwell, leaning up against a railing. His shadow makes him look even more menacing than he is. He looks into the camera and begins speaking.] BRODY: Tripp Skylark... [He pauses to let the calling otu of the name sink in.] BRODY: A man whose reputation proceeds himself. [Another pause.] BRODY: The daredevil. The loveable underdog. The... [He almost smirks as he finishes.] BRODY: ...giant killer. [He laughs a little.] BRODY: Tripp, having a reputation like that is great. It means people think enough of your abilities and results to raise you up onto a different level. But... [The grin disappears.] BRODY: Let me tell you what reputation gets you in my world. [A Smirk comes across his face, then disappears just as quick as it appeared.] BRODY: Not a damn thing. Because reputation is what you've done before. It speaks to what you did before you stepped into the ring on any given night. Yes, you have won matches that looked lost. Yes, you have defeated men who were much larger than you are. Yes, you may have earned every accolade tossed your general directions. [He raises a finger.] BRODY: BUT! Let me you assure you very little can prepare you for when you're across the ring against yours truly! [Pushes his hair out of his face.] BRODY: I've shown what I can do and that is complete and total destruction! So what I suggest you do is go and curry favor with all those fans you seem to love so very much. Make sure they root for you and cheer you on as much as they can... [He makes a pointing motion to go as he says this.] BRODY: ...because you are going to need all the help you can get if you expect to survive against me. Forget about advancing in this tournament, son. Right now all that matters is this match and whether or not this big man finally squashes you like the bug you are. [He clasps his hands together in a "splat" motion.] BRODY: I've never hidden my motivation. I'm here to cause suffering and visit that pay window. No making friends, no kissing babies or glad handing the masses nothing more nothing less. [He again pulls his hair back.] BRODY: So harness all that amateur wrestling ability and high flying garbage. Get prepared for a fight because the Boogeyman is real and he's only got one thing on his mind - to make every one accept the simple truth that Brody rules! [Walks down the stairs and out of camera view as the screen cuts away.]
[Back to the broadcast team at ringside, where they are ready to roll!] WATTERS: Windham Brody is a man among boys right now. He could really be our first champion! CHANEY: You think so! WATTERS: I really do. He ha sthe size and demeanor to make him tough to beat. Championship gold is not out of the question with those ingredients. CHANEY: And speaking of champions, next up we have an SCW Lonestar Tag Team Title defense scheduled, as Las Preguntas are set to take on the Prague Drinking Team. WATTERS: And I can't wait, Chaney. Of all the great tag teams in SCW right now, American Revival, Health Fanatics, Border Control, Las Preguntas are the best. They're the tag team champs! They'll mop the floor with those drunks. CHANEY: That is IF they defend their belts tonight, Crusher, and that is a big if. At the last Rampage, they were scheduled to defend against the Rich Family, but they weaseled out of it by claiming that Duda was injured. WATTERS: Well you saw him just like I did. The man was in a neck brace after the Freddie Rich put him through a table with his Rags to Riches cradle piledriver! You'd be injured, too. CHANEY: Be that as it may, El Gringo Loco is afraid of letting Las Preguntas defend the tag team title belts against the Rich Family. We'll see what he does this week. Let's send it to the Buff for the introductions. BUFFINGTON: This next match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit, and it is for the Lonestar Tag Team Championship. Introducing first - [Aaron Buffington is cut off.] EGL: Disculpame. Lo siento! Disculpame. Pero... esta noche no habrá defensa del título de Lonestar Tag Team. There will be no Lonestar Tag Team title defense tonight. [With a microphone in one hand, El Gringo Loco pushes La Pregunta Duda ahead of him in a wheelchair onto the stage. Marca follows behind. Tonight, Duda is wearing a neck brace, and his right arm is in a cast and a sling.] CHANEY: Of all the... They're clearly faking this injury. Two weeks ago, Duda only had the neck brace! Now his arm is in a cast, too? WATTERS: This is terrible, Chaney, he got worse! CHANEY: You don't really believe that, do you, Crusher? WATTERS: Well, just look at him. EGL: As you can see, La Pregunta Duda is still injured and unable to compete. [The fans boo because that is one less match they will get to see, and they came to see action. Also, it's pretty clear to them what's going on.] EGL: Yo se, yo se. You all were looking forward to seeing yet another successful Lonestar Tag Team Title defense by el mejor equipo en SCW... Las Preguntas! Yo tambien. So was I, and they were looking forward to defending their titles. They really, really wanted to! MARCA: [Off mic.] Sé que estaba. EGL: Pero... as you can see... Well. Just remember who you have to thank for this, the Rich Family. It was because of their calculated and malicious attack that Duda y Marca are unable to entertain you all and display their tremendous wrestling prowess. But I suppose that's what happens when you come to Tejas. Lo siento. We are very and truly sorry. We are. Try to enjoy the rest of the show. Pat Gordon, Junior is in the main event, so the night won't be lost for you! [With that, El Gringo Loco and company head back to the locker room.] CHANEY: Well, I can't say that I'm surprised by this. El Gringo Loco has gotten his team out of yet another title defense. They're really milking that attack. WATTERS: I can't believe you, Chaney. Here poor Duda is injured, in a neck brace, and you're victim shaming him! I'll bet you wouldn't be doing that had it been Freddie or Todd Rich, instead. CHANEY: Crusher, he's obviously faking! Anyway, I'm being told that we do have some footage of courtroom proceedings involving Las Preguntas' lawsuit against the Rich Family. I guess we can use this time to show the tape, instead. [The show finds itself in the midst of a Dallas, Texas courtroom. There are dozens of spectators, a statue of Lady Justice, a defense attorney and one for the plaintiff, the honorable Judge Reinhold - not the movie actor - and plenty of other people who aren't as important as the main players. Freddie and Todd Rich are seated next to their lawyer at one table. Across the aisle, El Gringo Loco and Marca are seated next to their lawyer with Duda next to the witness stand in his wheelchair. He is wearing his neck brace and his arm is in a sling and a cast.] LAS PREGUNTAS' ATTORNEY: La Pregunta Duda, could you describe, in your own words, what happened on the night of July 2, 2019. EGL: Permitame, your honor. This man, he doesn't speak English. I usually act as his interpreter. REINHOLD: I'll allow it. [EGL approaches Duda on the witness stand. He leans over and whispers something to him, presumably a translation of the question that the attorney asked, but this is El Gringo Loco. Duda mutters back.] EGL: He says we had just won the SCW Lonestar Tag Team Titles two weeks before. It was a long, grueling four corners match, so on July 2 we had decided to celebrate. Our magnificent, wonderful, generous boss, soy yo, bought them a beautiful and expensive cake and threw them a party for all of the fans to enjoy. That is when the Rich Family decided to ruin our celebration and launch a cowardly sneak attack against them. They picked him up and put him on the table. The next thing he knew, Freddie Rich put him headfirst through the table with his move, the Rags to RichesIt is a form of piledriver. They ruined the beautiful and expensive cake in the process. The brave El Gringo Loco, again, soy yo, led them to try to fight back, but since we were not expecting to wrestle that night, they caught us off guard. PREGUNTAS' ATTORNEY: And what injuries did you sustain as a result of the attack? [EGL whispers again to Duda, and he whispers back.] EGL: He says he received whiplash and a broken wrist. He is unable to compete, so he is unable to make money. What's more, he has overwhelming medical bills, and now he has a fear of tables. [EGL does a doubletake.] Tables? Mesas? Erm... He is afraid for his life that they will come back to finish him off. PREGUNTAS' ATTORNEY: And are the perpetrators of this planned assault present here today? [EGL again whispers to Duda, who points at the Rich Family.] EGL: Si, them, the Rich Family. [The trial spectators all gasp.] EGL: Si, si. Es verdad. They are terrible, terrible, cruel and violent criminales! They should be locked away! REINHOLD: Order in the court! Order! Order! [The show goes back to Eric Chaney and Larry ‘Crusher' Watters.] WATTERS: Wow, you've really got to feel for Las Preguntas. CHANEY: They're turning that courtroom into a sideshow! There's no way Duda said all that. Half the time, El Gringo Loco wasn't even listening. WATTERS: You know how languages are, Chaney. Sometimes a few words in one language are a whole paragraph in another! Besides, are you denying that the Rich Family attacked them? CHANEY: No, I'm denying the extent of his injuries. WATTERS: Who are you, Eric Chaney, M.D. all of a sudden? Maybe I should start calling you Dr. Eric. You don't know how badly he's injured, Chaney. CHANEY: ... WATTERS: Exactly. [The screen cuts 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.]
[Back from commercial with our ringside announce team hard at work.] CHANEY: And yet another artful dodge of a title defense by Las Preguntas. WATTERS: He;s legitimately hurt, Chaney! After a night like tonight you think you would have more compassion than this. CHANEY: Oh give me a break, Larry! Stevie Wonder can see that Gringo Loco and the boys are just avoiding the Riches as longa s they can! WATTERS: That is just wrong and I hope special interest group go nuts on you for it! CHANEY: Well special interest definitely appeals to the next match as Border Control make their in-ring debut. WATTERS: Lexxi has a great team and wehave seen them, but not in action. This ought to be fun as they get to tangle with Thunder and Lightening! CHANEY: Another great tag team debut and it is time we head to the ring and see what happens! 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 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: Thunder and Lightening are back to compete in SCW yet again! WATTERS: Let's hope this time goes better than the first one. CHANEY: We have a deep tag division, Larry. WATTERS: Yes we do, and it is about to get deeper! [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 550 pounds, the team of Lincoln and Washington...the B O R D E R C O N T R O L ! ! ! [John Phillip Sousa's "Stars and Stripes Forever" announces the arrival of agents Lincoln and Washington, collectively known as the Border Control. As they come out through the curtain and onto the entryway, the two members of the team share a slight glance and a nod, before each stepping slightly to one side, to open a corridor down the centre of the ramp.] CHANEY: Look at those guys! They look ready for battle! WATTERS: Not good news for the storm boys in the ring! [Into this corridor, a moment later, comes the wheeled lectern carrying the third member of the divisive group, manager and aspiring politician Lexi Darlington. Lincoln and Washington's attitude is deferential almost to the point of devotion as they clear a path for their employer, taking the time to make sure everything is in order with Darlington's chosen means of transportation before beginning to make their way to the ring. The reaction for the duo is split straight down the middle as they walk down the ramp, always keeping one step ahead of their manager.] CHANEY: The divisive Border Control about to make their official debut here tonight, and we're all curious to see if they can put their money where their mouth is! WATTERS: Need I point out that these boys are wrestling INJURED here tonight, against doctor's orders! What a rousing display of American spirit! These young men really are the perfect role models for our American youth! CHANEY: I don't know about 'injured'...it's been two weeks at this point... WATTERS: ...so what?! Some injuries take longer to heal! Look, their manager JUST said moments ago that they were injured. Why would she lie about that?! And BESIDES...see the BANDAGES? They wouldn't have THOSE if they weren't hurt...just sayin'... CHANEY looks set to reply to this, but before he can, the appearance of two figures at the ramp commands his – and the crowd's – attention. WATTERS: Oh dang, it's them two clowns again! [Indeed, the two masked men collectively known as the Trailer Park Assassinz have just materialised from out of the crowd to stand in Lincoln and Washington's way. Clearly, Brutalizer and Destruktor are seeking to turn the events of Rampage #3 on their head and give Border Control a taste of their own medicine, TPA-style!] WATTERS: Aw, come ON! [Despite the Assassinz defiant, determined body posture, however, their presence barely seems to rattle Lincoln and Washington. As Darlington graces both masked men with a smug smirk from atop her podium, her two acolytes rush forward, arms outstretched, and nearly behead the two Trailer Park Assassinz as they connect with stereo lariats!] WATTERS: Ha! WELCOME TO AMERICA, suckers! [With that slight inconvenience taken care of – and having indulged in a quick fistbump – the two Border Control agents quickly resume their march down to ringside, followed closely by their pedestal-riding manager. It does not take more than a few moments before the two competing members of the trio are inside the squared circle, and locked in a defiant stare-down with Thunder and Lightning.] CHANEY: If any two men can match Lincoln and Washington for physicality, it is Thunder and Lightning...and even they come up short pound-for-pound! WATTERS: And speaking of pounding...we're about to see one! [Indeed, as the two announcers bantered, the ringside bell has been rung, officially signalling the start of the match. Agent Lincoln has taken up legal-man duties for his team, while Thunder does the honours for his side – and straight away, the Border Control agent's attitude towards the match becomes apparent, as he mockingly points at his outstretched cheek, daring Thunder to hit him 'right there...right there'. This, predictably, does not sit well with Thunder himself – a feeling seemingly shared by the crowd, who have no qualms booing Lincoln – but the fan-favourite is clearly too smart to take the bait, and tells the Border Control agent as much through a shake of the head and a dismissive hand gesture.] CHANEY: Whatever that man is selling, Thunder is not buyin' it! WATTERS: I don't see why not. Way I see it, he's turnin' down a free shot at the guy. What kind'a freakin' dumbass turns down a free shot at somebody? CHANEY: Somebody who smells a rat... [Lincoln, however, is not best pleased about Thunder's dismissive attitude – or about having someone's back turned on him. In fact, so indignant is he that he immediately rushes in from behind to trap Thunder in a headlock!] WATTERS: HA! He had THAT coming! [Despite being successfully applied, however, the hold is quickly broken by Thunder, who throws an elbow into the side of Lincoln's head, rattling him just enough that he loosens the hold and allows Thunder to slip off. A moment later, it is the fan- favourite's turn to taunt the Border Control agent, as he points at the side of his head, indicating he is too smart for Lincoln.] CHANEY: Looks like the former agents aren't the best in every way after all! Interesting! WATTERS: Oh please! They have had the besttraining in every way. These two aretoying with the chumps like a cat toyes with a mouse. [This, predictably, enrages the Border Control officer even more, and Thunder quickly finds himself at the receiving end of yet another headlock! Once again, however, the result is the same – a swift, well-applied elbow from Thunder breaks up the hold, and the stalemate between the two men resumes.] CHANEY: Thunder using his superior intellect to his advantage here, and proving too smart for Lincoln in the early goings of this match. WATTERS: He better not get used to it, though, 'cause here comes the big one! [In fact, Lincoln's patience appears to be short enough as to have already run out, and the smaller of the two Border Control agents can now be seen stomping huffily into the corner and tagging in his partner. As Washington makes his way into the ring, his partner can clearly be seen and heard demanding: 'you deal with him!'] CHANEY: Perhaps he knows he can't handle these guys himself, Larry WATTERS: You just leave that garbage at the door, Chaney. Don't ever say that. CHANEY: Denial isn't a river in Egypt, huh Larry? [And 'dealing with him' does appear to be the top priority in Washington's list – at least judging by the speed with which the big man steps through the ropes and makes a beeline for Thunder. To his credit, however, the fan-favourite is once again ready to tackle the challenge head-on, and shows quick enough reflexes to dodge the agent's initial attempt at a running clothesline. Washington, however, is equally as quick – deceptively so for his size – and as Thunder turns around, he gets caught with a huge shoulder tackle from the big man, who has rebounded off the ropes and gone straight back on offence again!] WATTERS: What'd I tell ya, Chaney? [Indeed, even though he has only just managed to gain the advantage, Washington does not appear in any danger of losing it. Proving to be smart as well as quick and strong, the agent takes advantage of Thunder's prone position to connect with a series of stomps to the head and back, wearing the fan-favourite down and causing an increase in boos from the still somewhat divided crowd. Predictably, this does not sit too well with the match official, either, and Washington is promptly and suitably admonished, and told to put an end to his questionable offensive tactics. This, also quite predictably, causes a flurry of protests from not only the agent, but his manager at ringside, both of whom seem to think such a strategy is not at all beyond the pale for a God-fearing American, and that the referee thinking as much clearly marks him as an unpatriotic liberal sympathizer!] CHANEY: They really shouldn't go after the referee like that! He is just doing his job! WATTERS: Listen, if he lets his politics get in the way of calling the match right down the middle, then he ought to be called out for it. CHANEY: But he didn't do that at all! WATTERS: You shut your mouth when you're talking to me, Chaney! [To his credit, however, the official stands his ground, and Washington has no choice but to start over, which he does somewhat huffily, petulantly shrugging his shoulders as he turns and brings Thunder to his feet, no doubt intending to drop him with some sort of power manouevre. Once again, however, the fan-favourite makes good use of his smarts, springing suddenly up with a headbutt which rocks the big man and sends him stumbling forward a couple of steps! Quickly gathering his bearings, Washington wastes no time launching onto the attack once again, but the few seconds Thunder has bought for himself allow him to duck the oncoming clothesline and make a beeline for his corner, where Lightning awaits, hand outstretched! The crowd roars as the tag is made, and the high- flying member of the fan-favourite duo enters the fray for the first time!] CHANEY: Tag made, and Lightning's about to strike! WATTERS: Not likely... [The fans in attendance, however, seem to agree with Chaney, and the cheer for Lightning only grows louder as the smaller member of Thunder and Lightning seeks to make an immediate impact with a high-flying manoeuvre off the top turnbuckle! The cheers just as quickly turn to a sympathetic groan, however, as the attempt at a very flash, very high cross-body gets caught by Washington, and turned into a tilt-a-whirl slam!] WATTERS: De-NIED! CHANEY: A costly miss right there as Washington caught him in mid-air! WATTERS: That takes skill, Chaney. CHANEY: I cannot deny that at all. WATTERS: True skill in the squared circle can overcome any negative feelings, it seems. [The big move inexorably gives the advantage back to the Border Control agent, who immediately seeks to retain it, to the raucous encouragement of both his manager and his partner. A big curb-stomp keeps Lightning down, but – perhaps wanting to avoid a reprise of the scene with the official from moments before – the agent leaves it at that for the moment, settling for hurtling mocking taunts at the fallen man instead.] CHANEY: Border Control inflicting plenty of damage now, Larry. WATTERS: And getting better asthey do it. Now they are avoiding the referee issues, which means less time for their opponents to recover. CHANEY: Doesn't bode well for Thunder and Lightening. WATTERS: Nor anybody in the future! [The joy of ;rubbing it in' does not, however, distract the agent from his initial goal, and it is not too long before Washington is bringing Lightning to his feet once again, only to grab him around the waist and throw him overhead with a suplex! The wiry risk- taker lands with considerable impact, but still struggles mightily to roll over and get to his feet quickly; his best efforts, however, prove in vain, as Washington once again showcases his deceptive speed and rushes in with a big kick to the side of the head!] CHANEY: BIIIIG KICK TOT HE HEAD BY WASHINGTON!!! WATTERS: Lights out! I bet he wishes he had stayed in bed this morning! CHANEY: There are times when ALL of us feel that way. WATTERS: What are you saying? [Lightning falls to the mat, seemingly unconscious, and the big man defiantly pounds his chest in acknowledgement of his prowess. Despite the clear pinning opportunity, however, he neglects to cover Thunder and Lightning's legal man; instead, he glances towards his partner in the corner, a slight smirk broaching his features for a moment before he steps in and brings Lincoln back into the match! WATTERS: Aw, ain't that sweet? He wants his buddy to join in the fun! CHANEY: Lexie has these guys working well as a team. I guess I expected them to be more all over the place with the way we saw them on film. WATTERS: You thought wrong! These guys are a well-oiled machine trained by the best government to ever grace this planet! [Lincoln takes no more than a moment to lean in and bring the smallest member of Thunder & Lightning to his feet. Another moment later, the groggy fan-favorite is at the receiving end of a flurry of punches, which drive him progressively closer and closer to Border Control's corner. A final headbutt sends him flying into the turnbuckle, to which he gets pinned a moment later by a running clothesline from Lincoln! The advantage for his team firmly retained, the smallest of the two Border Control agents is quick to once again tag in his partner, who appears to relish the prospect of having one of the opponents trapped in the corner, at his mercy.] CHANEY: They are methodical in their attacks. WATTERS: They know how to hurt you in many ways. Here is the scary thing: this is their debut! CHANEY: Oh my. I almost forgot that part. WATTERS: They will only get better and nastier as they go from here! [Just to make absolutely certain that Lightning goes nowhere, Lincoln sneakily wraps the tag rope around the fan-favourite's neck, applying just enough pressure to choke him slightly without making it too blatant. His view blocked by Washington's immense back, the referee fails to spot this, and makes no attempt to intervene as the big man connects with a big running turnbuckle splash!] CHANEY: You almost want to throw in the towell for them. WATTERS: Perhaps if I weren't enjoying this as much as I am, Chaney. CHANEY: You would enjoy this level of carnage. WATTERS: They aren't using any other weapons than their hands and feet. They are playing within the rules. They are just really good at it! [With his partner still firmly holding the opponent in place, he then backs up and delivers a second one, just as Lincoln releases the pressure around Lightning's throat, allowing the small man to slump to the floor. Another clear pinning opportunity is created, but still the two Border Control agents willfully overlook it, preferring instead to lean in and use their combined efforts to bring Lightning to his feet and whip him across the ring towards his own corner!] CHANEY: Why would they do that? WATTERS: Confidence. [The intent of the move is, quite clearly, to bring the smaller man into a collision course with his partner, laying out both members of the team in one fell swoop. This plan, however, suffers a slight setback when Thunder, understanding what is about to happen, leaps over the turnbuckle just in the nick of time, slapping his hand against Lightning's back on the way down to bring himself into the match and give his partner a helping hand!] CHANEY: THUNDER IS IN THE MATCH!!! WATTERS: WHAT?! He can't do that! CHANEY: Nothing says he can't, Larry! [Indeed, the referee makes absolutely no attempt to stop the bigger member of Thunder & Lightning as he nips up out of a forward roll and defiantly stands up to the two Border Control agents. He appears to have a few very harsh thoughts to share about what the two did to his partner, and soon seeks to turn his words into actions, as he gears up for what looks to be an uphill, one-on-two battle!] WATTERS: What is this guy, crazy?! CHANEY: He's standing up for his friend, Watters. People do cet [He seems determined enough that the crowd become convinced that he might, just might, succeed, and give him a deafening cheer of encouragement. Buoyed by this, the bigger half of Thunder and Lightning makes a show of putting up his dukes and taunting his opponents, before rushing boldly in to tackle one or both of them......and instead finding himself at the receiving end of stereo lariats from both members of Border Control!] CHANEY: LINCOLN AND WASHINGTON WITH LARIATS IN UNISON!!! WATTERS; I've said it once, and I'll say it again...WELCOME TO AMERICA, sucker! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: BORDER CONTROL WITH A DEBUT VICTORY!!! WATTERS: A big win for Border Control here, and a big win for America! [Not happy with completely dominating one member of Thunder & Lightning, however, the two Border Control agents seek to go for the double. Shaking off the referee as he seeks to lift his and his partner's arm Lincoln gestures for Washington to retrieve the groggy Lightning from the corner and bring him towards the centre of the ring, to join his equally-as-out-of-it partner. Once both halves of Thunder & Lightning are lying together in the centre of the mat, each man brings one of them to his feet, leaving them to teeter for a second....before dropping both at once with another Welcome to America joint lariat!] CHANEY: Aw, come ON, now! Is that really necessary? WATTERS: They're showing this crowd what to expect from them, Chaney! And why not? A show of force is always a good way to reassure the public! CHANEY: A show of force against men who can't fight back? [That kind of concern seems, however, totally beyond the two Border Control agents, who continue to delight in stomping and kicking at the downed Thunder & Lightning. These antics, while amusing to the two men and their manager, nevertheless succeed in making the still-mixed reaction progressively less so – most of the fans in attendance are now booing the unnecessary show of brute strength on the part of Lincoln and Washington. Still, however, this does not stop the two men, who once again pick up both of their – by now – completely dazed opponents. Washington drops Lightning with a running powerslam, while Lincoln lifts Thunder just enough to apply a kimura, which he cinches in as he shouts in his opponent's face, asking if he 'wants to mock me some more, huh?'] CHANEY: SOMEBODY GET OUT HERE AND HELP!!! This is disgusting! WATTERS: This is hilarious! [This state of affairs only changes when Washington, alerted to some movement near the ramp, shakes his partner by the shoulder. When Lincoln looks up and around at what his associate spotted, however, the expression on his face betrays, not terror, but amusement. In fact, both men are grinning widely as they throw taunts at the two freshly-recovered masked men on the ramp, clearly relishing the prospect of administering yet another beatdown and once again asserting their authority over the self-styled Assassinz.] CHANEY: THE TRAILER PARK ASSASSINZ ARE DOWN HERE!!! WATTERS: That is like sending an ant to fight a toad. [The tide changes once more, however, as a third figure comes barrelling down the ramp to join Brutalizer and Destruktor – a figure who towers over everyone but Agent Washington, and has an advantage over even him when it comes to girth.] CHANEY: HOGG! IT'S BOSS HOGG! [Understanding their fate may be about to change, Lincoln and Lexi Darlington are quick to put some distance between themselves and the newcomer, pushing through the crowd so eagerly that they neglect to even bring Darlington's lectern, which remains abandoned at ringside. Washington, on his part, seems willing to at least stand up to the Assassinz and their new-found ally, but some sharp, urgent words from his associates help change his mind, and he, too, pushes through the largely disapproving crowd. The Assassinz and their newly-arrived reinforcement are therefore left to check on the condition of Thunder and Lightning.] CHANEY: They run when the numbers don't favor them! WATTERS: Well yeah, they aren't stupid, Chaney! CHANEY: I was just commenting on the fact that they are the kind of guys who are just sadistic bullies and have to have numbers to succeed. WATTERS: Sure, sure. Just wait. These guys will all meet up again. [The screen cuts away...]
[The scene transitions to the locker room where a few wrestlers are walking around, but the camera focuses in on Davey-Boy O'Brien. He seems to be inspecting something gold and shiny within that walnut box he was given by El Gringo Loco as the door to the locker room swings open as Tess Wiley waltzes through the door without a care in the world if the wrestlers are dressed. Davey-Boy, knowing this interview is for him, immediately closes the box and goes to stuff it into the jacket pocket of his street clothes when Tess addresses the box directly.] WILEY: What's in the box, Davey? [For a second, Davey looks like a deer in headlights. Then, Keegan, right on cue, walks into the dressing room just to catch the end of Miss Wiley's question.] KEEGAN: Evening, Tess. How about keeping these questions wrestling-related, eh? [The Englishman taps his charge on the shoulder and gives him a reassuring wink. This seems to make Davey feel more comfortable. Tess, on the other hand, seems a bit annoyed at this interruption, but she doesn't want to rock the boat so she moves on.] WILEY: Uh, right... KEEGAN: Tess, what is it you want to ask? WILEY: Well, I've asked the question I really want to know. KEEGAN: And you've got nothing else? WILEY: Not really. KEEGAN: So, you've come into this interview with one question? WILEY: Pretty much. KEEGAN: Well, let me combine my advice for the two of you then... [The wrestler-cum-trainer gathered the pair of them together, figuratively and literally almost, taking them under his wing.] KEEGAN: In wrestling, interviewing and in life, you never know what you're going to get. Forrest Gump was actually right. So, never go into a match, interview or ANY situation with one plan or hope for one result. Davey, if you're not focused on your opponent because others have turned your head, someone ends up dropping you on your head and guess what? That interest goes away anyway. [Davey nods in agreement, pensive.] KEEGAN: Tess, one question or the WRONG question, hello Hank, and your interview falls apart. Your guest walks out and it's you who looks like a fool. So, always have a Plan B, C, D, E, F AND G just in case and always be prepared because just when you think something goes well, a knee pops out of place, a guy uses a move you've never seen before and it's all over - just like that. [Special K's snap of the finger sums up the last part.] KEEGAN: Tess? WILEY: Whatever. [Defeated, Miss Wiley walks off. Plan K, seemingly successful.] KEEGAN: Okay, Davey... DAVEY-BOY: Whatever. [Davey-Boy says, mimicking Tess.] KEEGAN: Look, boyo, you can't let your guard up just because you don't have a match tonight. DAVEY-BOY: Yeah, yeah, Ah know... [Davey-Boy disappears into the locker room with his boisterous voice trailing behind him. As he does, Keegan shakes his head and follows his charge as the segment fades.]
[We are backstage in the locker room area where Steve Blaine, microphone in hand, is standing in the middle of The Rich Family. To his right - The elder duo of Freddie and Todd with the "babies" of the family on his left – Declan and Donny.] BLAINE: You don't need any introduction in these parts. The Rich Family, Dallas born and bred! Tonight you all will face off against a pair you know well from other areas, The Health Fanatics. I guess teh first question is who is going to represent you tonight in that important match? [They all looked at one another and shrug playfully.] FREDDIE: Who knows, Steve? It could be Todd and Declan. It could be Donny and me or any combination in between and you, like everyone else, will be kept guessing until it's time. I can tell you this, these two bette rnot pull the stuff our supposed "Champs" did last time and avoid facing us. BLAINE: There are some who wonder why you came out and did what you did to Las Preguntas a few weeks ago. Is there an answer to this one? FREDDIE: Of course there is a reason, but it isn't for y'all to know or understand just yet. Those tag titles will be coming home with us soon enough. TODD: And that is where they belong! Dallas has a long history of champions and we are goign to continue that tradition. Becuase we are truly Texas Strong! [The entire Rich Family lets out a "yee haw!" that is pretty loud.] BLAINE: Declan, are you ready tonight is called upon? DECLAN: I'm ready every night, Steve. My last name is Rich and that means when it comes to that wrestlign ring, I'm by-God ready every night. FREDDIE: Hear, hear. TODD: Damn right. BLAINE: Donny, you don't seem quite as fired up as your brothers in this moment. Is there some tension or something that has you not on the same page as the rest of the family? FREDDIE: Whoa, now Steve. That kind of talk just ain't right. Donny is right in with the rest of us and you know that. DOn't go spreading that gossip stuff out there as if something isn't right. Tell 'em little brother. [Donny cracks a smile.] DONNY: The only thing on my mind is whether I will raise my right hand and give the cowboy yell, or my left. It's a hard decision, Steve, it really is. [Steve looks disappointed that he didn't get any real answers, but he again looks to the camera.] BLAINE: Well it looks like the Rich Family is confident and ready for tonight against the Health Fanatics. Time to send it back to you all. [The screen cuts away.]
[The screen returns to the broadcast team sitting at the ringside announce table.] CHANEY: The Rich Family look like they are primed to compete againstthe Health Fanatics tonight, but you know they are chomping at the bit to go after the belts. WATTERS: And perhaps they shouldn't have attacked the champs. Then they migh thave had their shot. CHANEY: Oh my goodness, Larry! WATTERS: It's true. They are their own worst enemies! CHANEY: I'm going to talk about the Group B Match between Tripp Skylark and Windham Brody, as it is what is on tap next on Rampage. WATTERS: Skylark sounded like he could walk on water and whatever else that wacky weed can help you think youc an do. But Windham Brody is a straight-up killer. CHANEY: He certainly has the size advantage. WATTERS: And size matters. CHANEY: Don't start, Larry. WATTERS: In the wrestling ring, you pervert! My God! CHANEY: Let's go to the ring before Larry decides to discuss more risque things on the air! Take it away Buff!
[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, with a fifteen-minute time limit and is a match in Group B of the Lonestar Title Tournament! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 187 pounds... T R I P P S K Y L A R K ! ! ! [With that, the fans rise to their feet and begin to let Tripp hear their ovation for him. The noise is simply deafening, especially because Tripp doesn't even bother to have any music played for him! He just struts on out behind the curtain, sporting his street clothes, and those damn sunglasses. Quickly he makes his way down the aisle, smiling at the fans as he gives some high fives to the crowd left and right. He rolls underneath the rope, and stands up in the middle of the ring. He drifts back to his corner, getting ready for his match with a few stretches.] CHANEY: Tripp Skylark is beloved here in SCW and it didn't take long. WATTERS: Well it wouldn't because he is the same kind of undersized slacker these idiots look up to. CHANEY: You resent his lifestyle, huh Larry? WATTERS: I resent anybody who thinks high and stupid is the best way to go through life. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent from Lucifer, Arizona and weighing in at three hundred- seventeen pounds, here is... W I N D H A M B R O D Y ! ! ! ["13" by Danzig begins to play as the fans seems to enjoy the music, but the mood turns somber the moment Windham Brody steps out from behind the curtain. Brody has his trademark biker gear on with a leather jacket that simply has the word "Survivor" on it. He walks slowly down the aisle, staring toward the ring as if focused on making it his own personal domain. He reaches the ring and steps through the ropes and inside the squared circle.] CHANEY: Windham Brody has a massive size advantage here, Crusher. WATTERS: He really does and that should make this match difficult for someone as small as Skylark. CHANEY: The referee is giving instructions and they look at each other, well Skylark is lookd up at Brody. WATTERS: And that may be the norm for the next four or five minutes. (chuckles) [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: THERE'S THE BELL AND HERE WE GO! WATTERS: I would avoid Brody at all cost early on and use speed. It is Skylark's only offensive option. CHANEY: The guy is world class. That is why he is here in SCW, he can throw down with the best of them. WATTERS: Maybe in munchkin land! [The two men stand staring at each other from their corners. Windham Brody begins moving his arms as if preparing for a battle, making him look even more imposing as the two men move closer and begin to circle around looking for that spot to attack and start this one off.] CHANEY: Brody looks limbered up and these two just keep staring each other down. WATTERS: Skylark knows he can't match power with him. If Skylark thinks he can, he's an idiot. CHANEY: I doubt he thnks that, Larry. He seems just fine searching for a way to utilize that speed and agility he has. WATTERS: The fans have been waiting for this moment, and Brody is going to finish this one fast! [After some more dancing around each other, Brody finally unloads a big right hand that Skylark dodges with ease. Skylark sidestep puts him in position to drill Brody with a knife-edge chop as the big man turned around. Brody just stands there, unshaken by the strike.] CHANEY: Skylark manages to get the first strike, but Brody is having none of it! WATTERS: You can't take down a redwood with an icepick! He better find more than that and soon! CHANEY: Skylark is an offensive innovator. He is more than capable. WATTERS: Then he better start innovating! [Once again they start to dance and Skylark ends up near a corner, where Brody goes for another big strike, only to have Skylark sidestep and make him miss again. Skylark throws another chop as Brody ends up in the corner. He chops him again before backing out and almost dancing away from the corner.] CHANEY: Skylark again gets some shots in and the speed is playing a role early with Brody unable to connect. WATTERS: It only takes one, Chaney. One of those fists lands and the match changes dramatically. CHANEY: It has to happen first, Crusher. WATTERS: Why do you think he danced out of that corner instead of continuing? He knows Brody's power and he is afraid of it! [Brody seems a little more upset after that exchange and rushes out of the corner toward Skylark. Skylark ducks another big attack and returns fire with a forearm to the side of the head. He hits another and gets Brody in the corner.] CHANEY: SKYLARK WITH A BIG FOREARM SHIVER TO THE SIDE OF BRODY'S HEAD! WATTERS: That surprised me there! CHANEY: I think it surprised Brody as well! WATTERS: If he adjusts, it is lights out, but Skylark really is using his quickness well so far. [Skylark jumps to the second rope and starts landing forearms to his head over and over until the referee calls him to break it up. Skylark hops back and then rushes right back in and hits a chop with enough momentum that it causes Brody to stumble out of the corner.] CHANEY: TRIPP WITH A MOMENTOUS CHOP TO BRODY'S CHEST!!! WATTERS: Skylark really going after the big man! I'm shocked that he is attacking so forward this early! [Skylark grabs Brody and goes for an Irish whip, which the bigger man immediately reverses. On the rebound he misses his lariat attempt, and Skylark returns fire with a punch that Brody catches with his right hand.] CHANEY: BRODY CAUGHT THE FIST! WATTERS: Here it comes, Chaney! The big man has had enough and catching that fist shows Skylark he is now owned. CHANEY: This has to really be a blow to Tripp's will here. WATTERS: You think? Skylark just got stopped mid attack. That is hard to forget as a match wears on, I would imagine. [Brody throws Skylark' fist away and then grabs him by the throat with both hands. He lifts him into the air and throws him toward the corner where Skylark actually goes over the top turnbuckle and lands on the connecting cable from the post before getting his feet on the ring apron outside the ropes.] CHANEY: GOOD LORD BRODY JUST THREW SKYLARK BY THE THROAT AND NEARLY OUT OF THE RING ENTIRELY!!! WATTERS: Windham Brody now going to work! This is the strength I was talking about. CHANEY: And Skylark is lucky to be standing on that ring apron. WATTERS: He is lucky to still be conscious! [Brody rushes in, but Skylark pegs him with a straight right jab that sends the larger man stumbling back toward the middle of the ring. Skylark quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle as Brody rushes and Skylark leaps over him and lands on his feet.] CHANEY: SKYLARK LEAPING OVER BRODY AS HE RUSHES IN!!! WATTERS: That agility coming into play again. Brody made a mistake there, it was too early for a rush in. CHANEY: Skylark showing he can handle what Brody is throwing so far. WATTERS: He may not be taking the shots just yet, but you wait. The monster hasn't really been unleashed just yet. [Brody turns around in the corner and sees Skylark landing after the leap. He looks angrier than ever as he rushes the champ, but gets met with a Thesz Press by Skylark! They go down to the mat as Skylark begins reigning down punches from both sides to Brody's head as the fans cheer Skylark on.] CHANEY: TRIPP SKYLARK POUNDING AWAY ON WINDHAM BRODY!!! WATTERS: WITH ILLEGAL FISTS! GET IN THERE REFEREE!!! CHANEY: Tripp Skylark is showing Brody that he won't dodge him, but go right after him. You have to admire the moxy of the smaller man! WATTERS: Does a funeral goer admire the moxy of the person in the casket? All I see is someone willing to literally throw his life away. We're witnessing Skylark's suicide right in front of us. [The referee is over and trying to get Skylark to stop using the closed fists. Finally, Brody's anger explodes as he just shoves Skylark off him. He gets to his feet and grabs Skylark again by the throat, tossing him into the corner, where Skylark literally bounces off the turnbuckles and into a hard right hand from Brody.] CHANEY: BRODY WITH A DAMAGING FIST TO THE HEAD THAT STAGGERS SKYLARK! WATTERS: See what I mean? Brody is now showing why he is destined to be a Champion! CHANEY: Brody is throwing Skylark like a rag doll and Skylark is not quite as quick as he was moments ago. WATTERS: Getting your ass kicked can do that to you, Chaney. [Brody starts teeing off with massive punches. Each punch to the head sends Skylark legs into the air and his head way back over the top turnbuckle. Brody hits him with a stomach punch that bends him in half. Brody pauses and then hits a big right fist that drops Skylark to the canvas.] CHANEY: Brody is just doing work now. He is taking advantage of every asset in his arsenal! The height, the strength... WATTERS: The sheer will! The man is a beast and nobody will take the title from him if he wins this tournament. CHANEY: That might be the scariest thing you have said all night, Larry. It is frightening to think you could be right. WATTERS: And what is worse, he KNOWS it! Look at this beating! [Brody pulls Skylark to his feet and pulls him to the nearest corner, wrapping his left arm around the top rope and then drilling him with a hard right hand. Then he grabs him by the hair and delivers a nasty head butt that actually drops Skylark to sitting on the bottom turnbuckle.] CHANEY: Windham Brody just driving Skylark further down with every strike! WATTERS: Tripp Skylark is probably regretting he signed that contract at this point, Chaney. CHANEY: I wouldn't go that far, but Windham Brody is certainly taking every ounce of frustration out on him, that's for sure. WATTERS: You have to wonder how much longer before Skylark's fight leaves him fully. [Brody whips Skylark with such ferocity that he flips up the corner and then right back the same way, staggering back to Brody, who drops his head and lifts Skylark with a massive back body drop that sends the champ to the mat in the middle of the ring.] CHANEY: SKYLARK SENT FLYING REALLY HIGH ON THAT BACK DROP!!! WOW! WATTERS: Even the referee yelled "Holy Moly!" right then. When you get the referee to mark out like that, you know it was a nasty counter! CHANEY: Windham Brody once again in control and Skylark's title opportunity is in serious jeopardy unless he can figure out a way around the massive size and power of Windham Brody. WATTERS: So, you finally agree Tripp is in trouble, huh? [Brody stalks his downed opponent and as Skylark finally gets to his feet, he grabs him and just lifts him above his head in a gorilla press lift as if he was weightless. He holds him up and begins walking around the ring to show off his power.] CHANEY: BRODY LIFTING SKYLARK LIKE A SIMPLE TOY!!! LOOK AT THE POWER!!! WATTERS: This is what I have been saying all damn night! This power advantage is simply too great! CHANEY: Tripp Skylark is more than a story in the air right now as Brody holds him up there for all the world to see. WATTERS: And for all the world to finally understand their need to fear him. This is the WIndham Brody we have been expecting to see in SCW. [Brody, after showing off to the crowd, flips Skylark over and down in the press slam. He backs into the ropes and rebounds off to deliver a leg drop right across the smaller man's throat. He stands to his feet and drops a standing elbow drop to the chest.] CHANEY: STANDING ELBOW DROP BY BRODY AND HE QUICKLY COVERS! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW...............TRIPP GETS HIS SHOULDER UP FAST!!! WATTERS: Brody went for it thinking Skylark might be stunned enough to pull it out. CHANEY: The way I see it, Skylark's resiliency has caused Brody to think that he needs to finish now or risk Skylark getting his second wind. WATTERS: You are saying Brody acted in fear? CHANEY: No. I'm saying Brody understand the way things work and is smart enough to know what could happen. WATTERS: That is true. [Brody pulls Skylark up and he plants a big boot in the stomach of the smaller man. Then he lands a second one. Then he unloads a hard right fist that nearly sends Skylark over the top rope. Then he pegs him a second time with that big right fist.] CHANEY: WINDHAM BRODY IS JUST HAULING OFF WITH HAYMAKERS ON SKYLARK! WATTERS: Skylark's brains may be utterly scrambled in his head right now. He may not know what his own name is if you asked him! CHANEY: And Brody is just making it look easy yet again. WATTERS: This is great! What a night here in Dallas! [Brody lands another boot and then grabs Skylark for a whip across the ring. Skylark hits the corner squarely and with a ton of force. Immediately after hitting the corner, Brody connects with a running clothesline in the corner that leaves Skylark with his arms hanging over the top rope.] CHANEY: Brody hits Skylark with that running clothesline in the corner and it squashes Skylark so bad he is just seemingly hanging there by his arms! WATTERS: Brody has beaten the fight right out of this kid! CHANEY: I hate to say it, but it doesn't look good now, Larry. Tripp Skylark is taking big shot after big shot from one of the biggest men in SCW. You can only do that so long before the body just can't recover. WATTERS: It really is difficult for speed to ever truly trump power and size. [Brody rushes and connects on another running clothesline, which staggers Skylark out of the corner and into the waiting arms of the larger man. Brody lifts Skylark onto his shoulder and then drops him dead onto that corner where Skylark hits the turnbuckle with his forehead. As Skylark staggers out of that corner after that impact, Brody hits a running big boot that drops the champ to the mat.] CHANEY: RUNNING BIG BOOT BY BRODY! HE DROPS ON TOP FOR A PIN! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHRRR............NO! SKYLARK GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!! WATTERS: NOOOOOOO!!! CHANEY: Tripp Skylark manages to get his shoulder up and Windham Brody is still without a victory! WATTERS: I doubt Skylark realizes this right now as he probably actedd on instinct, but this probably did nothing but piss Brody off further. CHANEY: Maybe, but he is still in this match! WATTERS: For now. [Brody pulls Skylark up and lands a big left hand. Skylark returns fire with a knife- edge chop that gets the response from the crowd. Brody hits a big right punch that sends Skylark into the ropes. Brody grabs Skylark and whips him into the ropes across the way, but dips his head too early and Skylark rebounds and connects with a kick to the chest.] CHANEY: TRIPP TAKES ADVANTAGE OF A RARE MISTAKE BY BRODY!!! WATTERS: I can't believe it, but look at his face! Brody is PISSED!!! CHANEY: He stood straight up there and stares down Skylark. WATTERS: Run little guy, run for your life! [Brody's anger seethes as he lunges for another haymaker, but Skylark dodges and connects with a chop. Brody throws another punch, Skylark dodges and connects with a chop. Then another chop, then another chop as the fans go nuts. Skylark whips Brody into the ropes and then propels himself toward him with a leaping spinning elbow that sends both men to the canvas.] CHANEY: SKYLARK WITH A SPINNING ELBOW STRIKE AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!! WATTERS: A war of attrition as these two almost seem like they are willing to kill each other in there! CHANEY: Skylark's small bursts of speed and agility have managed to keep this one off center for Windham Brody, whose game plan of power had works until just recently. WATTERS: And energy runs out, but power stays a long time. [As both men lay on the mat for several seconds, Skylark legs go into the air and he kips up as the crowd erupts. Skylark stands in a corner as Brody is not far behind getting to his feet. Brody gets to his feet and Skylark is over, grabbing him and lifting him for an inverted atomic drop that staggers him into the ropes.] CHANEY: TRIPP GOING TO WORK AND THE CROWD LOVES IT!!! WATTERS: I have to give him credit for being willing to take chances with his own life by diving right in against someone so much bigger than he is! CHANEY: No guts, no glory, Larry! I told you he is in SCW for a reason! WATTERS: Brody needs to just end this as soon as he can now because the longer this goes, I worry about his stamina! [Skylark hits another knife-edge chop and then grabs Brody for another inverted atomic drop. This staggers Brody long enough for Skylark to run into the ropes and propel himself back toward his opponent with a flying clothesline that again sends both men to the canvas.] CHANEY: FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM SKYLARK!!! WATTERS: The big man is down again and I cannot believe what I am seeing! [Skylark gets to his feet and Brody is still on the mat. He goes to the corner and begins climbing the corner and the fans are excited as this means "The Skylark Falls" is coming.] CHANEY: SKYLARK SIGNALS THIS ONE IS OVER! WATTERS: Brody is still trying to get to his feet and Skylark has no idea that he isn't just laid out down there. Boy is he in for a surprise! CHANEY: Windham Brody is almost to his feet and Skylark is finally on the top turnbuckle. WATTERS: This will be ugly. [Brody gets to his feet just as Skylark stands on the top turnbuckle and Skylark changes his mind and leaps toward the larger man with a double ax handle, but gets caught by the giant in mid air. Brody adjust Skylark in his arms and turns it into a pendulum back breaker. After impact, Brody stretches Skylark' back across his knee for a submission hold.] CHANEY: BRODY WITH A PENDULUM BACKBREAKER INTO A BRIDGING SUBMISSION HOLD!!! WATTERS: Brody taking advantage of Skylark's dumb mistake. That was just stupid. CHANEY: Tell us how you really feel, Larry! WATTERS: It was stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! CHANEY: We get the idea. WATTERS: I'm just saying. You see him standing up and you STILL jump at him? Stupid! [Brody presses down hard on that hold and really drives that knee up into Skylark's back. The referee is checking on the smaller man, but he refuses to give in. The look on Skylark's face shows just how painful it is. Finally one of his flailing legs make connection with the bottom rope and the referee calls for the break. Both men are on the mat.] CHANEY: Brody is still just forcing Skylark right down over that massive right knee. Look at the pain on the smaller man's face! WATTERS: He is literally in the mouth of the beast now! Brody can almost break him in half from this position. I've seen him do it! CHANEY: You have not. WATTERS: Not literally, but I have seen him make men go limp doing this on footage I watched from back in the day. [Skylark grabs the bottom rope, but his position was awkward and he ended up rolling to the arena floor. Brody begins pulling himself up and see this, so he follows him outside the ring slowly. The referee begins warning them to get back into the ring.] CHANEY: THE HOLD GETS BROKEN!!! TRIPP FALLS OUT OF THE RING! WATTERS: Safest place for him right now, I would say. Well until Brody catches up to him. [They stagger around the corner, Skylark first with Brody several feet behind him in pursuit. Skylark looks to be heading back into the ring when Brody grabs him from behind and takes his head, slamming it into the steel ring steps.] CHANEY: BRODY SENDING SKYLARK INTO THOSE STEELS STEPS!!! WATTERS: Carnage, they name be Windham Brody! This is his element and Skylark literally walked right into it! CHANEY: Tripp Skylark has no idea what is going on now. I'm not even sure he can put up a decent fight after that shot. WATTERS: The referee should call this match and hand the belt to Brody. This one is over! [Brody pulls Skylark and rolls him back into the ring, following him right behind. He hauls off and kicks Tripp in the side of the head as the fans boo him loudly for it.] CHANEY: RUNNING BOOT TO THE SIDE OF SKYLARK'S PRONE FACE!!! WATTERS: Brody is starting to go past winning this match and straight to embarrassing the little guy! CHANEY: He is certainly going the extra mile right now to cause Skylark pain and take him out of this match. WATTERS: When you can't keep him down three full counts, you beat him as much as you can to make sure next time you pin those shoulders down, they stay down! [Brody sits and waits in one corner, putting on an act to look worn out for when Tripp looks his direction. Finally, Skylark stands to his feet on the other side of the ring. He stands there hearing the chants of the crowd and rushes for that standing side kick, but Brody again dodges it and grabs him around the throat, lifting and dropping Skylark with a choke slam.] CHANEY: GOOD LORD!!! CHOKESLAM BY WINDHAM BRODY!!! WATTERS: THIS IS IT! HE'S DEAD! THE PIN!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! The referee has only two fingers up as Skylark got his shoulder up at the last possible moment! That was as close as you will EVER see in the ring, folks! WATTERS: That should have been it! Brody put a lot into that choke slam. That ought to have ended it. CHANEY: I would have to think that is what he is wanting to do as soon as possible. WATTERS: It is the smart play! [Brody slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Skylark up as well. Brody reaches for the throat of the smaller man, but Skylark takes his hands and smacks Brody's hand away form his throat, countering with the standing sidekick he tried earlier and sending Brody to the canvas. Skylark also falls to the mat after putting everything into that kick.] CHANEY: STANDING SIDEKICK BY SKYLARK!!! He put his all behind that and both men are down again!!! WATTERS: These two continue to wail on each other and neither one can seem to put the other away! CHANEY: Skylark is moving and has the clear advantage! This could finally be it if he can get to his feet and cover. WATTERS: He is taking far too long to just pin now, but it looks like he has other plans anyway! [Skylark slowly pulls himself up in the near corner. He stands and climbs the corner as Brody still hasn't moved. Skylark gets to the top and leaps, landing a picture-perfect corkscrew shooting star press that gets the crowd excited.] CHANEY: SKYLARK FALLS!!! SKYLARK FALLS!!! TRIPP HIT THE FOUR-FIFTY SPLASH RIGHT ON THE CHEST!!! HE HOOKS THE LEG!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! [Crowd goes absolutely nuts for the upset.] CHANEY: HE DID IT!!! TRIPP SKYLARK UPENDS ONE OF THE GIANTS!!! WATTERS: I think both men played some gamesmanship there to try and fool each other and Skylark did it better. Disappointing, but well done. CHANEY: Tripp Skylark with a major momentum shift in this group! WATTERS: He will have to cross with Brody again, and when he does, I wouldn't want to be the little guy. [Skylark looks exhausted, but raises his arms to a massive ovation from the SCW crowd who begin chanting his name.] CHANEY: What a night for Tripp Skylark! WATTERS: The midget looks strong for now, but show by show can change everything. CHANEY: That's very true, Larry. WATTERS: That's life, Chaney. [The screen cuts away..]
{We cut to the backstage area where the gym equipment is located. We see, in red t- shirts, the duo of Damon Somner with his brushed-forward light blond hair and Greg Matthews, built like a bull with tree-like thighs and dark eyes, are seen smiling at the camera.} SOMNER: Hey, Health Fanatics here. The fittest man in professional wrestling, yours truly, and the strongest man you'll ever meet alongside me, "The Powerhouse" Greg Matthews. Greg, ready to give some advice? MATTHEWS: I live for it! [Damon has a pile of papers and throws the first two pages away with disdain.] SOMNER: This one. Greg, what is the secret to longevity in sports? MATTHEWS: This one is simple. You keep going. So many people stop when something gets hard and never give it a try again. [He goes into mockery mode.] MATTHEWS: (mocking voice) I think my arms are sore after lifting that fiftty pounds at the gym. My body is just too weak to be a real man, so I'll just stop and become the cuddly resident of the friend zone for the rest of my life. SOMNER: That's harsh. [His face goes stern.] MATHEWS: But true. And if he had a real pair of balls, he would go right back to the gym the next day and the next day and the next day. And every day the weight is easier and he might even be able to lift more instead of being a pansy. SOMNER: Next. [Damon throws that letter away.] SOMNER: This is getting old, so let's just ask the REAL question MATHEWS: What's that? SOMNER: Why aren't we getting a Lonestar Tag Title shot already? We are the best looking physical specimens in SCW and we deserve to have gold around our waistes. MATHEWS: I can't agree more! That is why we are goign to have to destroy that genetic ceasepool known as the Rich Family tonight. When an obstacle comes in yoru way, you overcome and take that obstacle OUT! SOMNER: That's right! You and me are going to beat down the Riches in their home town and then teh gold has to be in line for us! How can it not when we look this good? [The both flex before high fiving each other and walking away as the screen fades out.]
[We return to our ringside announce team.] CHANEY: Fans....(interrupted by music) [Masked Bro's by Droner blasts over the PA system and out walks a usual playful and happy Masked Maniac walking down the aisle way at a swift pace with the Masked Wingman right behind him.] WATTERS: Oh no, who invited these masked clowns? CHANEY: It appears that the Masked Maniac has something to say. They aren't scheduled for a match here tonight and by the look at things, he is already inside the ring and asking for a microphone. [Ask and you shall receive as a microphone is handed to the masked icon.] MM: So it appears I have myself a little stalker. [Maniac paces the ring frustrated.] MM: Now usually, when my stalker comes at me all soaking wet it's a bit more flattering, but not with this soaked up sweat ball! [The fans give a laughter pop!] MM: Last week you interrupted our grand debut. You ruined what was set to be a special night for the Masked Bros. I was so disappointed we didn't attend our after party. There was a ton of upset and lonely ladies thanks to you! [The Masked Maniac shakes his head.] MM: So in the defense of all those lonely ladies who didn't get to see and have a wild party with me ... I am calling you two out here to settle this MEN TO MEN! CHANEY: Masked Maniac has called out Sweaty Bling after the brutal attack last week. WATTERS: The Masked Wingman is just standing there like a dope as usual. ["Sweating For the Gold" plays over the PA and out walks a very wet and irate Tony Sweat, dressed in a drenched Hawaiian shirt, jeans & sneakers, followed by the black & gold themed pirate costumed Pirate of Bling, who is much calmer and with a bemused look on his face.] CHANEY: You ask ... and here they come! WATTERS: In the SCW you have to be careful what you demand. Masked Maniac was talking all big in the ring and now he is going to have to pay the piper! [They make their way in the ring and Sweat is lunging for Masked Maniac but Bling stops him, sending waves of sweat pouring down Bling's now soaked arm and a spray of body moisture showering the Masked Bros who take a step back to avoid the shower of Tony Sweat juice.] CHANEY: Tony Sweat is sweating as usual here tonight. WATTERS: He is passionate about teaching these two a lesson. [The Pirate of Bling calms Tony down in a corner while wiping sweat off his arm with a small towel he carries around for obvious reasons when you tag with a sweat monster like Tony. The Pirate gets a microphone and motions towards the gagging & grossed out Masked Bros.] TPOB: Ahoy there! [BOOS] TPOB: Avast ye bilge-sucking sons of biscuit eaters! Me matey, Tony, says you scurvy dogs be doing some kind of survey scam and here to take away our jobs. [Tony, standing behind Bling, angrily motions at the Masked Bros while accusing them of being con artists and job stealers. Bling rolls his eyes but flashes a Cheshire cat smile.] TPOB: I admit I am not all that concerned whether he be correct on the matter. You two scallywags be competition standing in our way towards claiming the booty to be had here in SCW! [Sweat laughs, shaking his head, sending sprays of perspiration all over the ring before leaning over towards the microphone, while dripping sweat down upon his unfortunate partner.] TS: Sorry, everyone. My friend here is obsessed with booty, man. He's got a one track mind. C'mon dude, focus on the situation at hand! [Tony gives Bling a sweaty pat on the back and the Englishman shivers from disgust at all the sweat on him but he bravely carries on.] TPOB: Last week was just a a shot across the bow, but make no mistake about it.. If ye scallywags do not move out of our way then ye best be prepared to walk the plank and become shark bait because SHIVER ME TIMBERS... We be ready to execute the orders to cleave you to the brisket and put you away in Davey Jones Locker as we continue onward to claim the gold, doubloon and pieces of eight here in SCW! Savvy?! [The Masked Men huddle up as Sweaty Bling look on. Masked Maniac nods and he turns to raise the microphone to respond.] MM: Well it seems we have ourselves a little jealousy problem. [The fans agree, but Tony and Bling are taken a-back shaking their heads in full disagreement.] MM: You know, I should have seen it. Everywhere I go I attract quite an audience. And since that Jack Sparrow look-a-like, there is obsessed with the booty. [Bling tries to explain, but gives up.] MM: That gave me an idea. You see, you two like chicks, right? [Sweat nods his head excitedly while flexing his muscles for the ladies in the crowd. Bling can be heard saying "I'm a married man" but no one pays attention to him.] MM: They may not like you, but I get it ... You think you are a real Casanova. So let's put your money where your mouth is. Let's go to Funky Town since you two seem like some funky cats. All four of us will walk in like the cock of the walk. On the next Showdown, it's going to be LADIES night! My favorite night by the way. [The ladies give a nice hoot and holler.] MM: Whatever duo gets the most phone numbers ... Well, it's simple they win the challenge and the night of action! Let's see if you two are really a couple of Casanova's or just full of hot air and soaking wet machismo. [The Pirate of Bling shakes his head vigorously.] TPOB: No. I am happily married man I do not- [Tony snatches the microphone away from his partner, all hyped & pumped up and brushes past the Englishman to step up towards Maniac.] TS: WE ACCEPT! [POP] [Bling hangs his head in total despair.] TS: See you at Funky Town, scammers! [Tony tosses the microphone at the Masked Wingman who looks at it with total confusion, then Sweat jumps up and down pumping his arms in the air excitedly, sending everyone running from his perspiration shower.] CHANEY: Well, this just turned into an interesting challenge. WATTERS: Watch out, Chaney! [Some noise on the headset tells the story of desperation as both announcers fight to dodge the flying sweat showers from Tony Sweat.] CHANEY: Sorry folks, Tony just tried to share some of his sweat with us. WATTERS: He sure is an excited fellow. CHANEY: Next Showdown we are going to have ourselves a Funky Town Challenge. WATTERS: I thought, I have seen it all in my days ... CHANEY: So ladies if you like what you see in one of those four then find a ride up to Funky Town and give your number to an SCW superstar. [The screen cuts away.]
[Looking at the doors outside the building, we are treated to the Trailer Park Assassins facing down the camera. However, they aren't the ones talking.] BIG BOSS HOGG: All right, boys...here's the deal. [The big Texas biker man's voice rings out from somewhere off-scene. The boys, masks and all, are soaking in every word.] BIG BOSS HOGG: I see the fire in you. I see the fight, and I see potential. Y'all just ain't been taught ‘nothin yet. And that's fine. You boys know who trained me? Flex Johnson. Ever heard of him? BRUTALIZER: Uh...duh. . BIG BOSS HOGG: So y'all know what has to be done then. Y'all need to be taught. And I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna show y'all what you're missin' and then y'all are gonna go make history. [The two Assassinz look at each other, their masks preventing any expression from coming through. However, if their body language is to be trusted, both members of the team are very, very excited indeed about the prospect of being trained by the Boss. As for Hogg himself, he simply nods, a benevolent grin on his features, looking to all the world like Santa Claus, if Santa Claus was a biker. The fond expression quickly disappears from his face, however, as his focus moves away from the future of the Assassinz to settle on their present.] BIG BOSS HOGG: And as for Border Patrol... [The big man now enters the scene - with a black bandana covering his face. Now the trio is addressing the viewers through the camera. BIG BOSS HOGG: Y'all wanna call us terrorists? The only ones we fixin' to terrorize is YOU. And we...will...break...you. If we's what y'all is afraid of, then we gonna choke you to death with your own fears. These boys got more heart and soul in one of their nuts than y'all got in your entire bodies. And now they got themselves a set of eyes to watch their backs, and a set of hands to help them deal with you clowns. [From behind Hogg, the Assassin known as Destruktor pipes up. Standing behind the imposing Hogg, the scrawny, gawky masked man projects all the menace of a cartoon sidekick, but this does not prevent him from putting all of his conviction behind the few words he utters.] DESTRUKTOR: Yeah! Y'all ‘bout to get yours for messin' with us! [Brutalizer's body language shows he is less than pleased at his partner for jumping the gun, but the biggest of the two Assassinz still makes a valiant effort to rescue his team's dignity as he steps forward. The second Assassin's voice is in full-on deep, gravelly Batman mode, as if to overcompensate for Destruktor's lack of menace, as he utters.] BRUTALIZER: No remorse. [Buoyed by his partner's effort, Destruktor speaks up again, his voice now much more threatening.] DESTRUKTOR: No repent. [Boss, of course, needs to make no effort to sound menacing and intimidating as he adds a threat of his own.] BIG BOSS HOGG: No Vaseline. [We now return to ringside.]
[Back to the ringside announce table where the broadcast team is ready to push forward.] WATTERS: Well THAT is a phrase I never want to hear again! CHANEY: Looks like Big Boss Hogg is goign to take an advisory role with the Trailer Park Assassinz. WATTERS: Well with advice like his, I'm not sure they will go anywhere! He gets to lead by example later on against Chris Smith. CHANEY: Indeed he does, but up next is Multi-time World Champion Michael Wilson and his match against Flanagan! WATTERS: The mute warrior! In all honesty, Wilson is in a different class and I expect his hand to be raised. CHANEY: I think most do, Larry. Wilson has been showing the form that had him on top of the wrestling world a few short years ago. WATTERS: And that streak continues tonight! CHANEY: Let's head to the ring and see what happens!
[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 your local pub and weighing in at two hundred-forty-five pounds. Here is.... F L A N A G A N ! ! ! [Flanagan, wearing jeans and his shoulder-length black hair covering his glazed over eyes, stumbles down the aisle a little worse for wear, remembering to exchange some high-fives with ringside observers.] CHANEY: Flanagan is in the arena and didn't have anything to say backstage, Larry. WATTERS: He does his talking in the ring, everything else is whiskey. CHANEY: You mean gravy? WATTERS: No. Look at the man, whiskey is definitely the right word there. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent... ["Jungle" by X Ambassador blares across the arena to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Michael Wilson emerges from the entrance tunnel. He ignores the fans as he makes his way to the ring.] BUFFINGTON: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds, hailing from Long Island, New York, this is... M I C H A E L W I L S O N ! ! ! [Michael Wilson enters the ring. He mounts his respective turnbuckle and looks around at the crowd before dropping down and stretching for the upcoming match. In the opposing corner, Keegan drops down from the ring apron and takes his spot ringside. Meanwhile, back in the ring, the referee calls for the beginning bell. Unbeknownst to the competitors, El Gringo Loco walks out onto the entrance stage to watch the match.] CHANEY: Wilson seems to love taunting the fans as much as he does wrestling. Isn't that a little off, Crusher? WATTERS: Compared to what? A wise man once said that the goal is to get a reaction for as long as you can get it. Wilson does that each and every time his face shows up on a screen. It is like a cash register, Chaney. Can't you hear that? CHANEY: I guess we see things differently. WATTERS: We do. I like guys who are winners and can make money for a league. You like idiots who seek moral victories and end up bankrupt. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: The referee has called for the bell and this one has started, but Flanagan is still just kind of standing there. WATTERS: Let him get his ring legs underneath him, Chaney. Stop pushing! CHANEY: But the match is started! WATTERS: Doesn't matter. Wilson is going to clean his clock. [Wilson walks up and extends his hand to Flanagan and Flanagan looks at it and then to the crowd. The crowd immediately reacts negatively that he shouldn't take the hand, but the drunken grappler starts to reach for it anyway. In that moment, Wilson jabs his thumb right into the left eye and the crowd reacts strong with boos.] CHANEY: WILSON WITH AN ILLEGAL STRIKE RIGH TIN FROTN OF THE REFEREE!!! WATTERS: Flanagan never saw that coming! I cannot believe he fell for the oldest trick in the book! CHANEY: Well he is a tad buzzed in there, Larry. That might impair judgment. WATTERS: One could argue his judgment is always impaired. [Michael begins throwing forearm strikes at Flanagan and after a couple from each arm, He drops down and lands a pele kick right to the forehead, sending Flanagan stumbling into the corner. Wilson gets to his feet and taunts the crowd holding his arms out wide in celebration.] CHANEY: Michael Wilson is just full of himself in there. He is just too overconfident! WATTERS: They say if someone says you are over confident, then you have a pretty damn good reason to feel confident. CHANEY: So Wilson should be an obnoxious jerk in there? WATTERS: He's the better man and he knows it. You probably have never had that feeling in your entire life. [Wilson lands an European Uppercut and follows it with a knee to the stomach in the corner. He does this combination a second time and spit flies out of Flanagan's mouth with the uppercut connects. Wilson then just slaps his face as a sign of disrespect.] CHANEY: Wilson with nasty combinations in that corner and Flanagan is in real trouble. WATTERS: This match could be a really bad one for the drinker. CHANEY: You mean like a drinking game college students play? WATTERS: No, but that does sound like a fun concept. When Wilson lands a move, take a shot. When Flanagan lands one, drink three shots. [Wilson grabs Flanagan and shoots him across the ring to the opposite corner. He follows right after for a splash, but Flanagan jumps to the turnbuckles and propels himself back with a high cross body attack that lands flush on Wilson's chest, sending them to the canvas.] CHANEY: HIGH CROSS BODY BY FLANAGAN!!! WATTERS: WHAT?!?!?! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW................KICKOUT!!!!!! CHANEY: WILSON ESCAPES!!! WATTERS: That was faster than expected. Flanagan surprised everyone there with a smart reversal of fortune. The real kicker will be if he can keep the advantage. CHANEY: And if they listened to your drinking game, there will be some really drunk people at home. WATTERS: Well congrats to them, I guess. [Flanagan gets up and reaches to pull Wilson up. Michael fires a wide roundhouse punch that misses badly and Flanagan grabs him by the waist and lifts him into the air, dropping him for an atomic drop as the fans get excited. Flanagan follows up with a swinging neckbreaker that gets the crowd off their chairs.] CHANEY: FLANAGAN WITH A NECKBREAKER ON ATTACK!!! WATTERS: He hooks a leg! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHH.....................NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: WILSON BARELY GETS OUT OF THAT ONE!!! WATTERS: Michael Wilson has ring savvy. Nobody ought to be worried on whether or not he knows what is going on and where he is in the ring at all times. CHANEY: A lot of faith in a man who is in trouble right now. WATTERS: You were saying? [Flanagan quickly gets up and grabs Wilson by the hair, only for Michael to land a low blow to the heavy drinking wrestler. Flanagan drops to a knee and Wilson is up to land a series of kicks to the chest and shoulders before smashing him with a kick to the head as the fans immediately begin booing again.] CHANEY: MICHAEL WILSON USING A LOW BLOW TO TURN THE TIDE!!! WATTERS: And now he is taking out all his frustration on Flanagan! CHANEY: Wilson is reigning down blows all over the upper body and Flanagan looks like somebody in the middle of an accident with arms flailing around. WATTERS: Odds are he will not get hurt as bad because of his flexibility. Yet I find it fun watching him get his ass kicked. [Wilson rushes to the corner and climbs up. He gets to the top turnbuckle and points out wide in taunting the crowd as he perches. He sets up and leaps, landing a textbook flying elbow drop into the chest of Flanagan.] CHANEY: FLYING ELBOW DROP BY WILSON!!! WATTERS: OHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRREEEE...................NOOOO!!!! KICKOUT!!!! CHANEY: Flanagan managed to get a shoulder up and Wilson is livid! WATTERS: He made the mistake of not hooking the leg. This match is over if he does that. CHANEY: A rookie mistake for such a veteran. WATTERS: Everybody makes mistakes, Chaney. Look at your hairstyle. [Wilson gets to his feet and pulls Flanagan up. He grabs hold of him from behind and lifts for a German suplex. Flanagan gets crumpled like an old accordion with the impact as the fans groan loudly. Wilson is up and he stands over Flanagan and taunts him, calling him names.] CHANEY: Michael Wilson is again taunting a downed opponent. What a jerk he can be! WATTERS: Perhaps, but he is a jerk who can go in the ring. CHANEY: I can't dispute that fact. I just wish he had a better attitude. WATTERS: If he tried to be nice and all that, he wouldn't be the Wilson he truly is. That would be a shame. [Flanagan rolls over and starts to try and get up and Wilson stomps on his fingers, causing him to jump up to be on his knees. WIlson wastes no time and grabs him from behind for the kata-hajime submission hold. He wrenches the hold back and has it cinched in.] CHANEY: WILSON LOCKING ON THE SUBMISSION HOLD!!! WATTERS: This one might be over fast! CHANEY: Flanagan is struggling against it, but not as furious as we might expect. WATTERS: Drinking helps you accept things easier, I guess. [The referee is checking on Flanagan, who is not faring well. In the wrenching of the hold, Flanagan's left leg went out to the side and managed to touch the bottom rope. The referee saw it and begins calling for the break. He starts to count to five and at the final count, Wilson releases the hold.] CHANEY: WILSON FINALLY RELEASES THE HOLD!!! WATTERS: He isn't happy about the referee getting that involved in the match. CHANEY: It was an illegal hold the moment Flanagan's foot hit that rope and you know it. Wilson knows it too, but he just doesn't want to admit it. WATTERS: He was allowed five counts to let go and he used them well. He still stayed within the rules. [The referee is giving Wilson what for due to the ignoring of the call for a break. Wilson is no selling the referee completely and that only makes it more tense. All the while, Flanagan is slowly moving and trying to get to his feet. Wilson finally holds both hands up and yells "I GET IT!" to the referee, finally ending the exchange.] CHANEY: Wilson really getting angry with the referee! WATTERS: Be care, Mike! You wouldn't want to get disqualified or even fired for talking back like that. SCW is getting a little strange about stuff tonight. [WIlson yells at the referee again, but this time actually pushes his hand away and the referee immediatly turns and begins throwing his hand toward the time keeper.] [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: HE DISQUALIFIED WILSON!!! WATTERS: That is insane!!! Why would he do that? CHANEY: There is only so much a staff can put up with and after tonight, I can only imagine that this was that preverbial straw that broke the camel's back! WATTERS: This is a travesty of justice! [Wilson rolls his eyes as he steps away from the referee and looks over to see Flanagan almost to his feet. Flanagan pulls himself up and turns around only to have Wilson grab him out of nowhere and drop him with his version of the cutter in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: GTR!!! GTR!!! WATTERS: HE HIT HIM WITH IT ANYWAY!!! TALK ABOUT PROVING A POINT!!! CHANEY: There was no need for that! The match was over! WATTERS: That GTR is spectacular. When the referee screws you, it is time to make a stand for yoru rights in that ring!! [Wilson holds his arm up for a second and the crowd boos him loudly, but then climbs to the second turnbuckle and motions as if a title belt will eventually be around his waist. He holds his arms out wide and taunts the crowd to an even further fury.] CHANEY: And there he goes taunting the crowd now. WATTERS: Ca-ching! Ca-ching! The register just keeps ringing, Chaney. CHANEY: Good lord, Larry. You can get over without being an asshole. The guy didn't even win the match! WATTERS: That doesn't matter in this moment. He proved he was better even if teh referee stole a win from him! [The screen cuts away.]
[As commercials begin to play, this one runs first.] [The screen fills with flashing pictures of SCW superstars such as Pat Gordon Jr, Sean Darring, Freddie Sagawa, Caleb Foley and others all wearing new T-shirts for sale via the SCW Merchandise hotline. As each one flashes up we hear the familiar deep voice over the pictures.] VOICE OVER: Wanna wear the hottest new gear from the biggest names in the SCW? [We see pictures of some of the superstars pimping their gear. Prague Drinking Team taking a big gulps from their beers as they wears their "got pivo?" shirt. That is followed immediately by Las Preguntas showing off their new shirts with the Tag Titles around their waists.] VOICE OVER: Ever wanted to dress like your favorite SCW superstar? [The pictures come faster and faster for about 3 seconds until they just explode into a black screen.] VOICE OVER: Well now you can! [The words come over the screen in white letters, they say "SCW SUPERSTORE"] VOICE OVER: Just hit the website and find the gear you are looking to grab, then call this number to get the threads of your favorite superstars of the SCW! [The screen fades to total blackness again. The numbers come over the screen in white letters. It says 1-888-SHOP-SCW.] VOICE OVER: Just call the following number, One-Eight-Eight-Eight, SHOP SCW! That is One-Eight-Eight-Eight, Seven-Four-Six, Seven-Seven-Two-Nine. You must be 18 years of age or older to place any orders. [Fade to black.]
[SCW Rampage is back fresh from the commercial.] CHANEY: Welcome back to Rampage, SCW fans! What a night we've had so far, and we've got more in store. Up next is - [Eric Chaney is cut off.] EGL: BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIENVENIDOS!!! a SCW... es... LOCO!!! ["Okie from Muskogee" by Merle Haggard plays, and the fains rain down boos while El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior walk down the ramp. The El Chapo de Lucha Libre has a mic in his hand. Pat has that black duffel bag that he's been carrying with him.] WATTERS: There go the rumors I've been hearing that Pat Gordon, Junior is La Pregunta Duda. CHANEY: What do you mean, Crusher? WATTERS: Well, look at him! Earlier we saw Duda in a neck brace and a wheelchair with his arm in a cast. Pat Gordon, Junior is fine. CHANEY: I'm not saying that I think these two are one in the same, but you know Duda is faking it. WATTERS: So say you, Dr. Eric. Quack. [When they get to the ring, they both scale the steps. They take turns holding open the ropes for the other to enter. PGJR holds them first for EGL, who then reciprocates.] EGL: Buenas noches, fanaticos! You are all very lucky, porque esta noche, tonight, you will get to see Patricio el Gordon show why he is el mejor luchador del mundo when he destroys Bam Markham in the main event and secures not just his spot in the quarterfinal of el torneo del Campeonato de Lonestar, pero... his place at the top of the grupo de la muerte, tambien! [EGL passes the microphone to Pat Gordon, Junior.] PGJR: That's right! Bam Markham, you come out here with your grandfather, Cam ‘Slam' Markham in your corner and think that means you got wrestling in your blood. Well, isn't that just peachy! But you see, my family didn't decide to skip a generation when it came to pro-wrestling. My father and my uncle were both wrestlers. I was BORN for this sport. I was born to be a champion! And with the legendary El Gringo Loco in my corner, I can't fail. This tournament is just a formality. I'M the Lonestar Heavyweight Champion. I already won this tournament before it even began. And tonight, I'm gonna prove it when I grab the Big Bad Bull from Boulder by the horns and turn him into a Whataburger combo. You're big and bad, I'll give you that, but you just aren't good enough to be a Grade A sirloin steak. So tonight, I'm gonna show you all why the Hardest Working Man in Wrestling is the man to beat when I pin Bam Markham and win the group of death. Next stop, quarterfinals. End of the line, Lonestar Heavyweight Championship! ["Okie from Muskogee" plays again as El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior go back to the locker rooms.] CHANEY: Well, Pat Gordon, Junior certainly is confident. WATTERS: Wouldn't you be with the blessing of the boss of the Cartel? [The screen cuts away.]
[In the parking lot we are and you see Caleb Foley standing in front of a green Grand Jeep Cherokee. The look on his face is one we have never seen from The Celtic Crippler. He looks completely shocked. His hands are on his head ..] FOLEY: Who in their right mind would do this? [As soon as Foley says those words the camera pans around and you see the windshield to his vehicle is completely shattered. Caleb turns to the camera...] FOLEY: Come out and fight me like a man. Only a coward would do this. [A little closer look at the vehicle and on the hood of the car written in red you see the words ... "Consider your ride PIMPED now! See you soon :-)" ... Foley looks up and sees a camera in the parking lot, however, it is destroyed and Caleb is last seen shaking his head in disgust.]
[We cut back to our broadcast team at the ringside announce table.] WATTERS: Looks like Foley is having some car trouble! CHANEY: I tell you what between brawls, injuries, suspensions, possible assault charges, and now vandalism....SCW seems to be bringing a lot of crime to this arena! WATTERS: Some of it is just overreaction, but others of it are really troublesome. CHANEY: So you upset about this car issue? WATTERS: Nope. They don't know which vehicle I drive, so I'm not worried. [Eric rolsl his eyes.] CHANEY: Fans, we have come to the true answer to the question of "where's the beef?" WATTERS: Damn, you are old to remember that line, Chaney. CHANEY: Well the answer is this ring right here as Chris Smith and Big Boss Hogg are about to do battle in a true battle of heavyweights. WATTERS: These guys are so big, we could have a sumo division for them here! Hey, wait a minute! CHANEY: No, Larry. Just....no. WATTERS: But it would sell. I know it would. CHANEY: No, Larry. In fact, let's head to the ring before he tries to storyboard a version with the sumo costumes. Take it away Buff!
[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.... [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: I'm still awestruck by just how big this guy is. WATTERS: Chaney, he has been around forever! How did you not know that his name wasn't ironic? 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: B I G! B O S S! H O G G! [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 ring post, remaining there to await instructions from the referee.] CHANEY: And there is one of the biggest men you will see in the ring. WATTERS: Well until his opponent arrives. CHANEY: (chuckles) You may be right. Both these men go around six foot six or seven, and Hogg is just over three hundred pounds. WATTERS: While Smith is ninety pounds heavier. This is a battle of the behemoths! CHANEY: For once, I agree with you, Larry. WATTERS: It's about time. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, hailing from the nearest playground and weighign in at just under four hundred pounds....here is.... "B I G K I D" C H R I S S M I T H ! ! ! [Alice Cooper's "School's Out" blares out over our speakers in the SCW Arena and ‘Big Kid' Chris Smith, sporting a throwback vest to the days of Big Daddy in Britain, hops and skips his way down the aisle, applauding the audience, who do not return the favor. 6'6 and weighing close to 400lbs, it isn't a pretty, athletic or convincing sight to see Smith hop down the aisle, but he's deceptively fit.] CHANEY: How can that ring hold both of these men? WATTERS: Seven hundred pounds of athletic brilliance in there and Chris Smith is about to take out a Hogg for the kids! CHANEY: The referee has given his instructions and now it is time for these two to go at it. WATTERS: REAL Heavyweights in action! This will be interesting to see what happens. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: And there is the bell. These two are sizing each other up. WATTERS: You have to be careful as a wrong move against someone this size can be costly. CHANEY: Even if you are the same size as the other guy? WATTERS: Absolutely. Just because you are a big guy yourself doesn't mean offense won't have an effect. [The two men look at each other and Hogg nods his head and shrugs before reaching a hand out. He isn't trying to shake hands, he wants a test of strength. The fans are cheering to see it and Smith's reaction is dismissive, but he finally agrees and the two men clasp hands in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: TEST OF STRENGTH!!! WATTERS: This will be interesting! They are about the same height, but Smith is much larger! CHANEY: Neither man has an advantage yet. You can see their knuckles have gone white in the strain! WATTERS: Nothing like a good old-fashioned measuring contest to start it off. [The arms are out wide and the two men are chest-to-chest as they continue trying to get the better of each other in this test of strength. You can see both men are straining to give it their all and the fans are now chanting for Hogg to prevail. Smith finally seems to have had enough and he lifts his knee sharply into the groin of the Boss.] CHANEY: SMITH WITH A LOW BLOW!!! WATTERS: Well, Hogg left himself wide open for that. You focus too much on winning with the arms you forget the kegs have some bite too. CHANEY: Well you don't always expect your opponent to do that when you have a real contest. WATTERS: Grow up, Chaney. Of course they will! [Smith grabs Hogg and whips him across the way and into the corner with a fury. The "Big Kid" rushes in and smashes into him in the corner with a full on body avalanche. The crowd groans with the impact.] CHANEY: BIIIIG IMPACT IN THAT CORNER!!! WATTERS: I think the ring moved with that one, Chaney. CHANEY: The sheer weight along with the momentum of the impact could very well have done that. These men are large individuals and it shows. WATTERS: This is the kind of match that can really hurt the progress of a bigger guy too. Lots of impact here to be taken. [Smith continues the assault by pulling the Boss up and whipping him into the ropes, but Hogg ducks the lariat and rebounds off the other side, blocking another big haymaker from Smith before swinging for his own. Smith ducks the roundhouse swing and uses it to lift Hogg into the air on his shoulders for a Samoan Drop.] CHANEY: SOMOAN DROP BY SMITH!!! WATTERS: Hogg again leaving himself open for attacks and Smith is taking advantage every time. If this keeps up, Hogg is in trouble. CHANEY: I hate agreeing with you, but Smith is in control right now. WATTERS: Doing it for the kids, no less. [Smith has a grin on his face as he gets to his feet rather quickly and jumps into the air again, landing a senton splash on top of Hogg's back. The crowd lets loose a collective gasp as Smith hooks a leg.] CHANEY: SENTON SPLASH!!! WATTERS: He hooks the leg! NEAR FALL CHANEY: HOGG KICKED OUT JUST IN TIME!!! WATTERS: That was pretty close, but you have to think Hogg isn't down enough to be completely finished off yet. CHANEY: You would think. WATTERS: Smith is doing what he is supposed to do, go for that win at all cost. [Smith shakes his head as he stands up. Then he pulls Hogg up and again goes to whip him across the ring and into the ropes. Smith misses another lariat attempt and this time Hogg rebounds off the ropes with a massive big boot to Smith's face as the crowd erupts.] CHANEY: HOGG WITH A BIG BOOT TOTHE FACE OF SMITH!!! WATTERS: Didn't see that one coming. CHANEY: Smith didn't either and now this one is more on an even scale! WATTERS: Hogg knows how to deliver that big boot just right. Smith needs to pay attention more so he doesn't eat any more of them. [Hogg pushes his hair back as he lifts his head and sees Smith standing to his feet. He rushes over and grabs Chris by the head and jumps into the air, driving him into the canvas with a running bulldog. The crowd pops again for this offense.] CHANEY: RUNNING BULLDOG BY BIG BOSS HOGG!!! WATTERS: Smith is reeling and Hogg has the momentum. He needs to seize it now or Smith will return to form and take him out. CHANEY: I think he heard you, Larry. Hogg seems to have designs on that camel clutch! WATTERS: Snap out of it, Kid! [Hogg steps over Smith and reaches to attempt a camel clutch, but Smith recognizes this and begins flailing his arms and backing away to avoid the hold. Smith ends up in the corner on his knees with both hands up and begging off as Hogg turns to face him. "Think of the kids!" Smith yells as Hogg advances. Boss allowed that to pause him for a second and again the "Big Kid" connected with a low blow to regain footing in the match.] CHANEY: ANOTHER LOW BLOW BY CHRIS SMITH!!! WATTERS: Ahh, but it was survival mode. He fought his way out of that camel clutch attempt and did what he needed to do in order to regain the advantage. CHANEY: But it wasn't fair play! WATTERS: Who cares? All is fair in love and war! [Smith grabs Hogg by the face and grinds his cheek against the top rope as the fans begin booing loudly. Smith pokes Hogg right in the eye and that gets a massive amount of crowd heat and referee admonishment before he whips Hogg across the ring and into the turnbuckles.] CHANEY: Another big corner crash for Big Boss Hogg! Smith is using those turnbuckles to perfection. WATTERS: He really is. He has found what works and Hogg seems to be apt to being whipped around the ring, literally. CHANEY: Maybe he is setting him up. WATTERS: Dare to dream. [Smith grabs Hogg and goes for another whip, or so it seemed until he snapped Hogg back into a short-arm lariat that shocked everyone. Smith held onto that arm and dropped a leg drop right over it as the crowd groaned.] CHANEY: SMITH LEGDROPS THAT ARM AND HE COULD HAVE REALLY HURT HIM THERE!!! WATTERS: That can dislocate an elbow really fast! Hogg looks to be in pain. CHANEY: Yes he does, Larry, and Chris Smith may have hit the one move that keeps this match permanently in his favor. WATTERS: Yeah that arm is necessary if you deal with someone Smith's size. [Hogg is strategically lying on the mat near a corner and Smith grins again as he looks at the turnbuckles. He gets to his feet and grabs the top rope, climbing to stand on the middle rope before he leaps into the air back and lands in a splash across Hogg's chest.] CHANEY: SPRINGBOARD SPLASH BY THE BIG KID!!! WATTERS: I LOVE IT! A COVER!!! NEAR FALL CHANEY: HOGG'S FOOT WAS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! Talk about your lucky escapes! WATTERS: And Smith is livid about it. I don't think he noticed the foot on the rope at all. CHANEY: He definitely doesn't believe the referee. WATTERS: Smith needs to be careful as he could get disqualified from a match he is in total control of. [Smith is angry that the referee ended the pin, but the referee defends the fact Hogg's foot was on the bottom rope. Smith continues to act like a bully to the referee and even pulls back his fist to threaten him. He keeps it cocked back for several seconds as he yells how the referee is disappointing the kids.] CHANEY: WHOA NOW, CHRIS!!! Don't hit him there! WATTERS: Smith is angrier than I thought. He is letting his emotion take him out of his purpose. CHANEY: And it is giving Hogg a chance to recoup and get his bearings back. WATTERS: I hate when you are right, Chaney. I really do. [Smith finally finishes berating the referee and turns around as the crowd begins to erupt in cheers. Hogg was on his feet and standing behind the "Big Kid" and the moment he turned around, the Boss hauls off and drills him right in the nose with a right jab.] CHANEY: JAB TO THE NOSE BY HOGG!!! WATTERS: Almost as if on cue, the big biker sneak attacks an irate opponent. And you were whining about fair play. CHANEY: He let him turn around! WATTERS: THAT is the definition you want to use now? Give me a break. [Smith ends up in the corner and holding his nose as Hogg rushes the corner for a corner splash of his own. Just before impact, Smith grabs the referee and pulls him between the massive heavyweights and he gets the brunt of the attack. Hogg looks down as the referee falls to the mat and never sees Smith's thumb as he jabs him in the throat.] CHANEY: REFEREE IS DOWN AND SMITH DID IT INTENTIONALLY!!! WATTERS: He was messed up by the punch to the nose. It was accidental! CHANEY: Oh please! WATTERS: It was! Check the tape! [Smith steps through the ropes and grabs Hogg by the head. He drops off the ring apron, and brings Hogg's neck right across the top rope in a stunning move that sends Hogg backward and to the canvas holding his throat.] CHANEY: SMITH DROPS THAT NECK ON THE TOP ROPE AND HOGG IS IN TROUBLE AGAIN!!! WATTERS: This is how you do it. CHANEY: With the referee down. WATTERS: You take advantage of the spots handed to you. And now Smith can really go to work. [Smith looks around and finds a steel chair, folds it up, and tosses it into the ring. The referee is still out inside the ring and isn't seeing ANY of this. Smith slides into the ring, as fast as a guy his size can, anyway. He gets to his feet and picks up the chair.] CHANEY: SMITH HAS A CHAIR IN THE RING!!! WATTERS: So? No referee to stop him! Hogg is about to have his lights put out! CHANEY: This is just wrong. WATTERS: That's life. The good don't always win, Chaney. (chuckles) [Chris goes to swing the chair into Hogg's head but the chair is caught on the back swing by the shocking appearance of Kid Chameleon. The Kid holds onto the chair and won't let Smith swing it.] CHANEY: KID CHAMELEON IS IN THE RING AND NOT LETTING THE CHAIR GET SWUNG!!! WATTERS: Get that fruitcake out of here!!! CHANEY: No referee, Larry. I know you understand. WATTERS: Son of a bitch! [Smith yanks the chair hard and out of Chameleon's grasp. He decides to swing at the Kid instead and misses. Chameleon jumps and lands a dropkick on Smith that sends him back. Smith is enraged as he hits the corner.] CHANEY: DROPKICK BY KID CHAMELEON!!! WATTERS: That may not have been a smart move for someone his size. CHANEY: Smith looks angry now. WATTERS: Yeah, and it is about to get bad in there. [Smith yells and rushes toward Kid Chameleon and swings the chair again, missing wildly. Kid jumps up and lands a spinning kick to the chair and sends it back into Smith's face as the crowd erupts.] CHANEY: KID CHAMELEON KICKS THE CHAIR BACK INTO SMITH'S FACE!!! WATTERS: And that does it!!! [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: WHAT?!?!?!?! WATTERS: The referee saw it! He saw what Kid Chameleon did and this one is over! [The referee, still lying on the mat, raised his head up at the worst time in fans' eyes and caught Chameleon kicking the chair into Smith's face and he called for the bell. The fans erupt in boos as Chameleon rushes over to the referee and tries to explain, but the ref only shakes his head no.] CHANEY: It can't end like this! WATTERS: It can and it did! Kid Chameleon may have thought he was doing the right thing, but all he did was gift wrap a disqualification victory to Chris Smith. CHANEY: Kid is trying to explain things to the referee, but he is having none of it. This isn't right. WATTERS: Hogg ought to clean his clock for this. [Smith exits the ring laughing as Hogg and Chameleon are left dumbfounded in the ring.] CHANEY: Smith is getting out while he still can! I can't believe this. WATTERS: When you let your feelings lead, bad things happen. Kid Chameleon just cost Boss Hogg this match. Thought I think he was in trouble anyway. CHANEY: Only because that chair was going to be used. WATTERS: Stuff happens! This is the SCW, Chaney. [The screen cuts away.]
[The scene opens to the backstage area - pretty close to the door to the parking lot. Tiberius Nixon and a freshly showered Johnny Psychotic are heading towards it before they are intercepted by Tess Wiley.] WILEY: Wait. Johnny. I need to speak to you. Wait up. [Psychotic and Nixon stop and turn back to Tess. They are both laughing.] WILEY: Thanks for stopping, gents. Hank wanted me to talk to you about your victory. Hold on - what's funny. What's the joke? [Psychotic smirks.] TIBERIUS NIXON: The joke is Chase Williams. Or rather is on Chase Williams. WILEY: I don't understand. What do you mean? TIBERIUS NIXON: Hold on. Haven't you been watching what's been going on tonight? WILEY: Hahaha. No. I have magazines to read. What are you talking about? [Nixon and Psychotic look at each other in disbelief.] TIBERIUS NIXON: Chase Williams and -- [Nixon turns to the camera.] TIBERIUS NIXON: "SAGAWA!" [He turns back to Tess.] TIBERUS NIXON: -- started the show this evening brawling in the crowd up on the top tier. WILEY: They did? I missed that. [Psychotic nodded.] TIBERIUS NIXON: Oh yeah. Escalated pretty damn quickly and got out of hand. Some poor kid damn near plunged to his death after Williams shoved him out of the way. WILEY: But wait. That's not funny. TIBERIUS NIXON: I KNOW. And I hope the kid's alright. Last I heard they had been taken to a nearby medical facility. Apparently Hank Wright's already offered the family some tickets to the Showdown iPPV. WILEY: So what's funny? TIBERIUS NIXON: What's funny here is that due to that happening, Hank Wright has had no choice but to indefinitely suspend Williams and he will be taking no further part in the Lonestar Championship tournament. Have you really missed all this happening? Are you actually employed here? WILEY: Sure I am. It was a great article I was reading. [Psychotic shakes his head.] TIBERIUS NIXON: Anyway - the upshot of all this is due to the fact that Johnny here annihilated Joe Public tonight and put him out of the tournament - Williams removal from the tournament now means that after just one match in the round robin stage - "The Human Heart Attack" Johnny Psychotic is automatically in the quarter finals. WILEY: That's good. Isn't it? TIBERIUS NIXON: Yes, Tess. It's great news. Admittedly we still have -- [Nixon turns to the camera.] TIBERIUS NIXON: "SAGAWA!" [He turns back to Tess.] TIBERIUS NIXON: -- on the horizon. But win, lose or draw in that match, Johnny is a step closer to the championship. THAT is why we are laughing? WILEY: Oh riiiiiiiiiight! So - where are you off to now? TIBERIUS NIXON: Well Tess. Our work here is done and we're off to get something to eat. Care to join us? [Tess thinks for a moment.] WILEY: Sure. Why not? [Tess hands her microphone to the cameraman who watches on as Nixon, Psychotic and Wiley leave through the door to the parking lot. The screen then fades out.]
[The screen cuts back to the broadcast team sitting at ringside. Larry is chuckling to himself.] WATTERS: I love that! CHANEY: What? WATTERS: Nixon and the way he was calling out to SAGAWA. CHANEY: Easy to do when you know the man isn't in the arena anymore. WATTERS: It was just funny to me. "SAGAWA!" (laughs) CHANEY: Nixon knows that now Johnny is truly "in" far as the tournament grows. His victory tonight with the events that unfolded may bring out a new level in that man. WATTERS: That could be interesting to see. We've never really seen a standout solo Johnny Psychotic before. CHANEY: And with Nixon, anything can happen. WATTERS: The man could quite possibly be a genius! CHANEY: Our next match is the final tag team match of the night as the Rich Family will battle the Health Fanatics. WATTERS: Matthews and Somner are a force to be reckoned with and have never been given a real chance to shine. Tonight I think they shock this crowd and beat the hometown boys. CHANEY: The Riches are Dallas wrestling royalty. WATTERS: Doesn't make them invinecable! CHANEY: True. WATTERS: These guys could be ripe depending on who they pick to be the team of the night. CHANEY: Well let's wait no further as we 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 tag team match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas, here are Declan and Donny Rich... T H E R I C H F A M I L Y ! ! ! ["God Blessed Texas" by Little Texas begisn to play and teh crowd literally goes ballistic for their hometown heroes. Donny and Declan walk out and pause, motioning for the rest of the family to stay in the back. Then they walk down the aisle, perhaps a tad too close to the crowd as young ladies begin grabbing at them. They reach the ring and hold their arms out wide to welcome the cheers of the crowd.] CHANEY: The Rich Family sends Declan and Donny out tonight. WATTERS: That is a surprise as these two are not the best team. CHANEY: Is there a bad Rich duo to throw out there. WATTERS: You're about to see it, Chaney. I'm not sure what this family is trying to prove tonight, but I think the Health Fanatics better thank their lucky stars. CHANEY: Tell us how you really fell, Larry. WATTERS: We don't have the money for the FCC fines, Chaney. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, hailing from Washington DC, at a combined weight of four hundred, sixty-eight pounds, "The Engine" Damon Somner and "The Powerhouse" Greg Matthews... T H E H E A L T H F A N A T I C S ! ! ! ["Call on Me" plays loudly, blue strobes beating in perfect harmony to the tune. In matching red frat-like jackets from Washington State University, Damon Somner performs several star jumps while Greg Matthews completes the Farmer's Walk, carrying two black cast-iron kettlebells, weighing 20 kilos each. They suddenly drop their props and begin jogging down the aisle.] CHANEY: These two are in good shape. WATTERS: EXCEPTIONAL shape, Chaney, they are fanatical about their bodies. CHANEY: I can see that. WATTERS: You could learn something there. [The Fanatics waste no time at all, streaking to the ring and attacking their opponents while the entrance music dies down. Greg Matthews spears Declan Rich to the canvas, while Damon Somner manages to overwhelm Donny Rich and send him over the top rope and to the arena floor. Donny Rich hits hard against the guardrail.] CHANEY: This one gets started in a hurry! WATTERS: That's what happens when everyone thinks they have a chance at the tag gold...all Hell breaks loose! [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: The referee finally rings for the bell as Donny Rich makes it back to the corner and Greg Matthews steps out also. WATTERS: Now this one settles down. CHANEY: You have to wonder if the champs will ever defend the titles again and if one of these teams has a shot. WATTERS: Duda is legit injured and it isn't right if they are made to fight less than top condition. [Damon Somner begins working on Declan Rich in the ring. He body slams Declan Rich and then drops a knee right onto the forehead, with the crowd groaning with the impact.] CHANEY: Declan Rich in a bad position right now as Damon Somner just treats him like a doll with the bodyslam and knee drop. WATTERS: These two are nearly the same size, but Somner just has more of the will in him to do what it takes to win. May make for a long night for the Riches. [Damon Somner tags Greg Matthews and then grabs Declan Rich for a lift. Damon Somner holds Declan Rich up in the air as Greg Matthews climbs the turnbuckles. Greg Matthews leaps and nails Declan Rich with a flying clothesline that flips Declan Rich out of Damon Somner's hands and hard to the canvas.] CHANEY: WHAT AN IMPACT! WATTERS: I think Declan Rich is dead! CHANEY: Greg Matthews drills a flying clothlesine and Declan Rich is in a bad way. WATTERS: I'm pretty impressed with the Health Fanatics right now. They really have things going in the right direction. CHANEY: They definitely are managing to divide and conquer. WATTERS: That is how you win tag team matches. You have to keep one guy in there and beat him senseless! CHANEY: Donny Rich is dying to get in that ring and help, but Declan Rich is stuck in no-man's land! WATTERS: Also known as the other team's corner! CHANEY: Right you are! WATTERS: I'm always right! CHANEY: Don't go too far with that assumption. WATTERS: Whatever! [The Fanatics continue to cut the ring off. Greg Matthews connects with a European uppercut that sends Declan Rich back into the corner where Damon Somner grabs hold of him to hold him for Greg Matthews's spear in the corner. The crowd groans again as Declan Rich drops to his butt in the corner and Greg Matthews stomps away.] CHANEY: The Fanatics have been perfect thus far in their plan to keep Declan Rich from making anything close to a tag to his partner! WATTERS: It is classic tag-team wrestling, Chaney. The kind of thing that has been in style since before you got turned down by your first crush! CHANEY: Give it a rest. WATTERS: Seriously! The Health Fanatics know exactly how to slice the ring in half and work on their opponents. CHANEY: I'm sure the Riches and many other teams will have something to say about that! WATTERS: Not much if this is an indication. CHANEY: Greg Matthews tags in Damon Somner once again! [Greg Matthews holds up the left arm of Declan Rich and Damon Somner plants his boot squarely into his exposed ribs. Greg Matthews rushes over to the opposite corner and punches Donny Rich off the canvas and down to the arena floor!] WATTERS: That is how it's done Chaney! CHANEY: The Fanatics double-team after a tag on Declan Rich and then a cheap shot on Donny Rich! DONNY RICH ENTERS THE RING! HE'S HAD ENOUGH! WATTERS: Uh-uhhhh...no can do little man! CHANEY: The referee cuts off Donny Rich and is trying to force him back out of the ring. WATTERS: He was in there illegally and you know it! CHANEY: He was trying to protect.....and now you see why! [Greg Matthews takes some athletic tape and begins choking on Declan Rich in the corner as Damon Somner pummels Declan Rich's mid-section with punches and kicks. The referee is still trying to force Donny Rich out of the ring and doesn't see any of it. Just as the referee gets Donny Rich out and turns around, Declan Rich hits the mat after finally being released by Greg Matthews.] WATTERS: Finally he's out of the ring and this match has order! CHANEY: What are you talking about order when Greg Matthews practically tried to kill him with that tape around the throat?!?! WATTERS: It's tag wrestling at its finest! CHANEY: Give me a break! WATTERS: A Kit-Kat bar? CHANEY: Greg Matthews is taunting Donny Rich from across the ring, almost daring him to come on into the ring and stop it. WATTERS: I doubt even Donny Rich would make that mistake again. [Damon Somner grabs Declan Rich and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a spinebuster that lands with a very loud thud! The referee drops down, thinking that he will go for a pin, but Damon Somner quickly yanks the head up and shakes the referee off.] CHANEY: He didn't go for the pin attempt there and that could come back to haunt them! WATTERS: Why does showing some good sportsmanship have to haunt them? CHANEY: Sportsmansip? WATTERS: Yes sportsmanship. Even Damon Somner knows that one spinebuster isn't going to knock out a guy like Declan Rich. There needs to be more damage inflicted to get that result. CHANEY: I would agree normally, but Declan Rich has spent several minutes now in that corner area being beaten down. WATTERS: And it isn't over yet! [Damon Somner tags Greg Matthews and the two men grabs an arm apiece and whip Declan Rich across the ring and into the ropes. Declan Rich rebounds and ducks the double lariat attempt, before rebounding back and leaping OVER the Duo's charge. He lands on his hands and immediately kicks back, nailing his opponent with a foot each to the face. The crowd erupts as Declan Rich tries to get up after the expending that energy and with both Fanatics down.] CHANEY: DECLAN RICH TURNED THE TIDE! WATTERS: I can't believe it! CHANEY: Declan Rich managed to take both Fanatics down, but can he get to the corner and tag Donny Rich?!?! WATTERS: The Fanatics aren't down for long though CHANEY: Declan Rich reaching as far as he can form his prone position. WATTERS: Greg Matthews over and he grabs the referee, telling him about Declan Rich's illegal kick. CHANEY: Illegal? You gotta be kid.....DECLAN MADE THE TAG!!! HE GOT THERE! DOWN GOES DAMON SOMNER AGAIN! DONNY RICH AFTER....YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME?!?!?! [The referee didn't see the tag thanks to Greg Matthews's whining. That means he immediately stops Donny Rich's offensive and pushes the fresher of the Richs to the outside again. While his back is turned, the Fanatics takes their shots, choking Declan Rich with the bottom rope and double-teamming him mercilessly near their corner.] WATTERS: Those are the rules Chaney. CHANEY: That's a travesty! WATTERS: That is called a tag team using every possible means to keep an advantage. CHANEY: It's wrong! WATTERS: Go write the President then. Because it is the way things are supposed to go by rule. CHANEY: That doesn't make it right! And now Declan Rich is again stuck in that loathsome corner as Greg Matthews pulls him to his feet. Wait a second, Greg Matthews wasn't the legal man and they never tagged! Where is the referee there? WATTERS: He had his back turned. CHANEY: He shouldn't allow that tag then! WATTERS: He makes more than he misses Chaney. CHANEY: THAT'S your excuse? WATTERS: Works for me. [Damon Somner tags out to Greg Matthews in the corner. Greg Matthews enters and taunts the crowd a little before beating Declan Rich in the exposed ribs as Damon Somner holds the arm up for him.] CHANEY: More double-teaming by the fitness duo. WATTERS: They are the best out there, by far! CHANEY: We'll see about that! Greg Matthews keeps taunting the crowd as he has Declan Rich stuck in a piledriver position. He lifts him up into a powerbomb!!! WATTERS: HOLY MACKERAL!!! CHANEY: Greg Matthews nails a powrbomb near center ring and this one might be over! WATTERS: Might be? CHANEY: Here's the pin attempt! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THRE.........................................................NOOOOOOO!!!!! [At the last second, Donny Rich breaks the pin with a boot to the back of Greg Matthews's neck.] WATTERS: GET HIM OUT OF THERE!!! CHANEY: What a save by Donny Rich! WATTERS: Save? He illegally entered the ring to break up the pinfall. That is not right at all! CHANEY: Oh give it a rest already. That's tag team wrestling. WATTERS: Oh great. You recycled my own words against me. How original. [Donny Rich finally exits the ring as Greg Matthews pulls Declan Rich nearer to the his team's corner and locked on a single-leg Boston Crab. He wrenches it in tight as the fans erupt in boos as Damon Somner and Greg Matthews talk trash in the ring.] CHANEY: Declan Rich has taken a beating and now he is locked in that single-leg Boston crab hold. WATTERS: It is amazing he is still fighting, much less conscious. CHANEY: Declan Rich is struggling against the hold, but Greg Matthews has it locked in tight. The amount of pressure and torque on Declan Rich's back and leg has to be excruciating. WATTERS: Every second Greg Matthews holds this submission it becomes less likely Declan Rich can ever mount a serious comeback. CHANEY: The referee keeps asking Declan Rich if he gives up, but the he refuses loudly. WATTERS: Nothing is going to help him in there! CHANEY: The fans are trying to give some boost to Declan Rich! WATTERS: They can't help at all! CHANEY: Declan Rich still trying to fight it off and make it to that bottom rope, but he is a foot away and just can't seem to reach! WATTERS: And no amount of crowd cheers can make a guy's arm a foot longer. That is pure biology. CHANEY: Declan Rich kicking that free leg to try and get loose enough to reach. Every time his boot slams the canvas, he gets an inch closer. It may not be longer now! WATTERS: Greg Matthews wrenches the hold tighter. He won't let go easily! [A final gasping reach and Declan Rich manages to reach the bottom rope. The referee signals for the break and even taps Greg Matthews on the shoulder to call for it. Greg Matthews ignores him and keeps the hold locked on.] CHANEY: HE MADE IT TO THE BOTTOM ROPE! DECLAN FORCES THE BREAK! Why isn't Greg Matthews letting go of the hold?!?! WATTERS: He has five seconds to do so, you know that. CHANEY: Greg Matthews FINALLY lets go of the Boston Crab variation just before the referee hits the five count and Declan Rich looks exhausted! WATTERS: He certainly does! [Greg Matthews pulls Declan Rich up and whips him into the ropes. Declan Rich ducks the lariat attempt and rebounds off the other set of ropes with a spinning leg lariat, which floors Greg Matthews and causes the crowd to erupt with one of the loudest pops of the night.] CHANEY: DECLAN RICH TOOK HIM DOWN!!! WHAT A REVERSAL! WATTERS: But can he take advantage? CHANEY: Declan Rich somersaults out of harm's way and toward his corner...HE MAKES THE TAG TO DONNY!!! WATTERS: NO!!! CHANEY: YES!!! Donny Rich is a house of fire! Down goes Greg Matthews with a roundhouse punch! Down goes Damon Somner with a roundhouse! WATTERS: Illegal closed fists dammit! CHANEY: Down goes Greg Matthews to a running clothesline! WATTERS: This is just wrong! CHANEY: DOWN GOES DAMON SOMNER WITH A CLOTHLESLINE!!! [Donny Rich continues his assault with a hip toss on Greg Matthews, followed by a hip toss on Damon Somner. As the crowd continues erupting in pleasure for the moment, Donny Rich grabs Greg Matthews and tosses him over the top rope and to the arena floor.] WATTERS: Someone stop this! CHANEY: DONNY RICH IS CLEANING HOUSE! Now it's down to just Donny Rich and Damon Somner in the ring! WATTERS: Damon Somner isn't the legal man, either! Greg Matthews is the one who was in the ring legally and he's on the outside! CHANEY: I guess this was one the referee missed. Huh? WATTERS: Now THIS is a travesty Chaney! Almost as bad as your wardrobe! CHANEY: Donny Rich nails Damon Somner with a few stiff jabs that send Damon Somner backward into the corner! WATTERS: If Donny Rich manages to win over Damon Somner right now, then the Fanatics can protest the result due to Damon Somner not being legal in the ring. CHANEY: But will protesting help as they move forward in the tag team series? WATTERS: Well if the result were reversed due to the appeal, it could change the way it all shakes out! [Donny Rich whips Damon Somner across the ring and hard into the opposite corner. "The Engine" hits with a major thud and then staggers out of the corner back toward Donny Rich. Donny Rich picks him up for a high angle belly-to-back suplex that pops the crowd.] CHANEY: DONNY RICH WITH THAT BIIIIG SUPLEX!!! The tide has definitely turned in this one! WATTERS: Illegally. CHANEY: Let it go Larry. WATTERS: Why should I? You cry when certain guys are not getting their due. CHANEY: I do not. WATTERS: Rewind this match when you watch it later and see it for yourself man. The benefit of hindsight might actually prove you are full of crap! [Donny Rich continues by flooring Damon Somner with a running clothesline. Donny Rich doesn't wait as he rushes to pull him back to his feet and lift him up with a vertical suplex lift. Instead of dropping it immediately, he holds it there for a bit and then drops him with a nasty brainbuster.] CHANEY: BRAINBUSTER BY DONNY!!! WATTERS: NOT THIS WAY!!! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . [Just as Matthews tries to enter the ring, Declan grabs his feet and pulls them out from under him, causing the biggest man in the match to tumble of fthe ring spron and to the floor as the final count hits.] . . . . . . . . . . . THREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: THE RICH FAMILY WIN THE MATCH!!!! WATTERS: I cannot believe this happened! CHANEY: Believe it as Declana nd Donny get the big win and now all four brothers have a victory in tag action to date! Those titles better be shined up once Duda gets healthy. WATTERS: I don't like how you said that, Chaney. [In a show of solidarity, the other members of the Rich Family rush out to celebrate with their brothers.] CHANEY: The entire family is out to celebrate! WATTERS: Good thing, too. I think Matthews and Somner might have gotten some revenge had they not showed up. CHANEY: What is family for, Larry. WATTERS: Ulcers. Pain. General unrest. The usual.
[Back to the view of our ringside announcer.] CHANEY: What a way to look at things Larry. WATTERS: The truth is the truth, Chaney. CHANEY: Fans, you have seen him in SCW and possibly for many years, but earlier thsi week our Steve Blaine caught up with "Legend" Sean Darring and had an interview. WATTERS: Oh great! The legend speaks! What a ham! CHANEY: We want to show you that interview, so here it is. Roll that footage!
[We cut to a studio set up. The giant SCW logo sets above a big screen TV. A long couch and two chairs finalize the set. SCW personality, Steven Blaine sits on the chair and across from him is wrestling legend, "Legend" Sean Darring. As usual, the Legend is dressed for success. He has a black tailor-made suit on with a golden tie. The Salt- and-peppered wrestling icon is relaxed and leaned back in the up and close personal interview setting.] BLAINE: Thank you, Mr. Darring, for joining us for an up and close discussion about your return to the wrestling world and the SCW. LSD: First ... Please, while I am out there wrestling and getting my brain bashed in to treat me just like the rest of the guys. Call me Sean. [Blaine eagerly nods.] LSD: Anyways, thanks for having me. It's always a nice honor to be awarded precious air time. BLAINE: It's a great honor for me to be able to interview you. Before, we get to what is going on in the ring and the championship tournament. Can you speak to your thought process when you decided to return to the ring? [The Legend smiles.] LSD: I guess it's like that athlete that doesn't know when the quit syndrome, Steve. No, I am serious. When you spend your whole life living a dream. When you spend year after year on the road and dedicating every aspect of your life to something it's hard to hit the final nail in the coffin. I have retired a few times before. Each and every time, I meant it. I have been inducted into Hall of Fames. I have invested in new careers. However, it sits in the back of your mind. What if? [The Legend pauses.] LSD: What if I returned. What if I stepped back in the ring. Could I compete with these new super athletes? Will I continue to be as great as I once was? While these old bones have aged and it's a little more difficult getting up in the mornings. My mind feels as sharp as ever. And it took the perfect opportunity to make that what if a reality. SCW was that perfect opportunity. BLAINE: We are so glad that you decided to return! Now, let's discuss what it's felt like being back inside the ring after being off for a few years? LSD: It's hurt. [Both men have a laugh.] LSD: No, I am serious. I knew it was going to take a little longer to recover, but I didn't realize how fast the recovery process would start. Hey, it's no secret that my career is on life support. It's my last run. I am not a young pup like most of the guys in the locker room. However, so far I have felt good. I won my first match against a worthy opponent. Last week, I was seconds away from beating a young third-generation superstar. Not bad for an old relic like me, eh? BLAINE: Not at all! I think we have all seen some ring rust, but there have been flashes of the Legend we all grew up watching! LSD: Grew up watching, hah! Now you are really making me feel old. However, I knew there would be some ring rust to shake. Timing hasn't been the best with the group stages starting so quickly. [Steve Blaine cuts right in.] BLAINE: Speaking of the group stages, what do you think about being in the group of death? LSD: Well, it would have been nice to shake some ring rust before stepping in the ring with some of these amazing superstars, but like I said a few shows ago. To become a Champion you must beat the best. So why not get them out of the way right out of the gate? Haha, no seriously the SCW is loaded with capable and future champions. Just look down the roster - You have former champions like Michael Wilson, Chase Williams, and Pat Gordon. You have crafty veterans like Caleb Foley, Tripp Skylark, and Johnny Psychotic. You have hungry rising stars like Bam Markham, Sagawa, and Davey-boy. And, there are names I am obviously missing. The SCW roster and talent pool is stacked, Steve! BLAINE: You aren't kidding. What is next for the Legend? [Darring leans forward rubbing his chin as he is thinking.] LSD: Well, in the short term it would be surviving the group of death. Each and every match is tough and tonight we find out who sits in the driver's seat between Bam Markham or Pat Gordon Jr. However, in the short term as I work through some of this ring rust I would like to find my way past the group stages. [Blaine has a big grin as he asks the next question.] BLAINE: So when this tournament is all said and done. Who has the belt around their waist? LSD: Well, isn' it obvious? The Legend of course! [Famous Darring cocky smirk.] BLAINE: I wouldn't have wanted a different answer! LSD: Ring rust will go away. Allowing me to survive the group of death will be very dangerous for every one advancing. My resume ... my legacy speaks for itself. My body takes time to recover, but my experience and ring awareness makes up for anything I have lost. I was asked to return to assist the SCW in building a foundation. I didn't return to be a bystander. My final run will end with gold. BLAINE: Sean, it's been an honor. Is there any final words as we close this up and close interview? LSD: There is only one thing left to say. Champions they come and go. Legends last forever. [... and with the famous lines of the legend we cut back to ringside.]
[Teh screen cuts back to our ringside announce team.] WATTERS: That guy is a legend, but the way he panders now makes me sick! CHANEY: Oh Larry. Did you face him once years ago and not manage to win that one? WATTERS: I don't want to talk about it. CHANEY: So, Darring did beat you years ago! I knew there was a reason why you hated him! WATTERS: Shut up, Chaney. That was a long time ago. We have all moved on. CHANEY: Well, another episode of Rampage is drawing to a close, Southwestern Championship Wrestling fans, but before we go, we have what promises to be an action packed main event as Bam Markham takes on Pat Gordon, Junior in Group D of the Lonestar Championship tournament! WATTERS: I can't decide if I'm sad to see this week's action end or happy to get away from you, Chaney. All I know is I'm excited to see this next match. This tournament has been throwing up matches that could go on pay-per-view! CHANEY: You're right about that, Crusher. And remember, SCW fans, the best way to see wrestling is to see it live, so get your tickets at your local Ticketmaster box office today! Now let's go to 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, this match is a Group D match in the Lonestar Championship tournament and is your main event of the evening! Introdu CAM MARKHAM: Sir, sir, sir... I'll take it from here if you would be so kind! [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. This is the manager and grandfather of The Big Bad Bull from Boulder... Cam Markham!] CAM MARKHAM: Introducing first... the man that'll be 25 points closer after this match and YOUR future champion! The man that cannot be stopped by any Boss, Legend or anybody in between! Standing at six-foot five! Weighing in at two-hundred eighty-six 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!!!!! B A M M A R K H A M ! ! ! ! ! ["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: Bam Markham has been nothing short of impressive since he turned up here in SCW, with a victory over Big Boss Hogg and going to a time limit draw in our last main event with none other than the Legend himself, Sean Darring! WATTERS: He has, Chaney, I'll give you that, but Pat Gordon, Junior is 3 and 0 and has the lead in Group D with 25 points and the only win! Plus, this is his second time in the main event here on SCW Rampage. CHANEY: Well, it's Bam's second main event, too, and he has about five inches and forty pounds on Gordon. WATTERS: But the Oklahoma Orthodontist has El Gringo Loco in his corner. CHANEY: And Bam Markham has his grandfather, Cam Markham, in his. He could very well negate the effect El Gringo Loco has on this match. It's a cancel out combo. [Bam Markham enters the ring and has a seat square in the middle, arms folded in the ring with the towel still on his head.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, now residing in Muskogee, Oklahoma... ["Okie from Muskogee" by Merle Haggard is met with boos, and there are even more boos when El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior step onto the ramp and make their ways to ringside.] BUFFINGTON: Weighing in at 247 pounds... He is led to the ring by the Mexican Multimedia MEGA STAR, El Gringo Loco, representing El Gringo Loco's Professional Wrestling Cartel, the Oklahoma Orthodontist, PAT... GORDON... JUNIOR! P A T G O R D O N , J U N I O R ! ! ! ! ! BUFFINGTON: Barry Snider is the referee. CHANEY: Well, Pat Gordon, Junior is carrying that black bag once again. I wonder what's in the bag, Crusher. WATTERS: What's in the bag, Chaney? The tournament is in the bag! Hahaha! CHANEY: Well, that's certainly what El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior say whenever anyone asks them. While we don't know exactly what actually is in there each week, one thing is for certain, it's something to give them an unfair advantage. WATTERS: Tomato, tomahto, Chaney. You see it as unfair, I see it as just being smart. [At ringside, PGJR sets the large black duffel bag on the floor and grabs a microphone from the timekeeper before the match. He scales the steps behind the boss of the Cartel, who then holds open the middle and top ropes for PGJR to step through. Normally, El Gringo Loco would follow inside to go over some last minute strategy, but tonight he opts to just say a couple of quick words to his enforcer before heading to the floor.] CHANEY: Well, it looks like Pat Gordon, Junior is going to try to drag this out before the match gets underway. He doesn't want a piece of the Big Bad Bull from Boulder! WATTERS: He probably just wants to wish Bam Markham luck, Chaney. CHANEY: That's very doubtful, Crusher. [Bam Markham looks ready to get to the action and steps toward Pat Gordon, Junior, with his fist cocked for a punch. Gordon puts his hands up to tell him to stop.] PGJR: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, big fella. Listen, Markham, before we get started, I just wanna say... THUMP! SCREEEE! [The Oklahoma Orthodontist hits Bam with the microphone before the bell!] WATTERS: Ha! Pat Gordon, Junior suckered him in! CHANEY: What a cheap move, hitting him with the mic before the bell. WATTERS: I love it! [DING! DING! DING!] [Referee Barry Snider gives Pat Gordon, Junior an earful and takes the microphone away. Gordon nods and replies with a very halfhearted apology before going to work on the Big Bad Bull from Boulder. However, the brief distraction by the official gives Bam enough time to get to his knees, and he socks PGJR square in the stomach!] CHANEY: Bam Markham is fighting his way back to his feet with those clubbing blows to Gordon's midsection. WATTERS: Barry Snider needs to do something about this. I'm pretty sure I just saw Bam Markham hit him with a low blow! CHANEY: He did no such thing, Crusher! [Chaney's right. There's no low blow. Pat Gordon, Junior fights back, firing off a couple of fists to Bam's face, but the Big Bad Bull from Boulder grabs him by the arm and sends him for a ride into the ropes.] CHANEY: Irish whip and Markham leapfrogs over. Gordon comes back again and gets hit square on the chin with a big running dropkick from Bam Markham! Listen to the crowd get behind this young man! WATTERS: These fans should be ashamed of themselves, taking pleasure in someone's misfortune like they are. [Pat Gordon, Junior gets back to his feet, only to get steamrolled over by a lariat.] CHANEY: A big lariat takes Gordon off his feet. And another, and another! [The Big Bad Bull from Boulder lines PGJR up in his sites and waits for him to get back up again.] CHANEY: And a big running shoulder block sends Pat Gordon, Junior flying! [PGJR lands next to the ropes. Markham measures him up and takes off with a big boot.] WATTERS: I hate to say it, Chaney, but this match has been all Bam Markham since the opening bell. Pat Gordon, Junior could be in for an early night. [Gordon moves out of the way at the last second, leaving poor Bam straddling the top rope!] WATTERS: I spoke too soon. CHANEY: Bam Markham misses the big boot attempt, and now he's in trouble. WATTERS: That's going to put a crimp in his dating life. [The Muskogee Mauler goes to work shaking the top rope up and down as hard as he can, which, by the look of it, is quite difficult with the 6'5 286 lbs. Big Bad Bull from Boulder nesting on it.] WATTERS: It looks like the Big Bad Bull from Boulder could be on the Rocky Road to Dublin right here! [Gordon runs the ropes in front of Bam, who is holding his Alpha Bits, and comes back looking to complete the trademark move with a big clothesline.] CHANEY: NO! Markham gets his foot up in the nick of time. WATTERS: He almost knocked Pat Gordon, Junior's head clean off of his shoulders! [Bam Markham gingerly steps back into the ring over the top rope. He picks PGJR up and clobbers him with some big clubbing forearm blows to the back and base of his neck. The Muskogee Mauler tries to fight back with punches to Bam's belly, but they have no effect on Markham's abs of steel. Bam Markham sends Pat Gordon, Junior into the ropes.] CHANEY: Irish whip into the ropes, and Bam takes him down with a BIG cross body. [BM lands right on top of PGJR and BS makes the count.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT! CHANEY: Well Pat Gordon, Junior isn't done yet. He manages to kick out at two says referee Barry Snider. WATTERS: Of course, Chaney. There's too much on the line. He'll do whatever it takes to keep in this. CHANEY: And Bam Markham will do whatever it takes to win it and take the Group D lead away from him. [Bam brings Junior back to his feet and scoops him up. He lurches backward, throwing Pat Gordon, Junior over his head with a fallaway slam that sounds like an M-80 exploding when PGJR hits the mat!] CHANEY: Big fallaway slam by Bam Markham. Now he's measuring Pat Gordon, Junior up. He could be looking for... THE MEAT HOOK! [With a weary Gordon wobbling on his feet, Bam fires off his patented KO left hook in hopes of ending the match.] WATTERS: HE MISSED! [PGJR luckily ducks, causing Bam to spin around on his heels. Gordon catches him from behind and picks him up for an atomic drop! However, Bam Markham uses his height advantage to thwart Pat's plans.] CHANEY: Bam blocks the atomic drop attempt. Snap mare, and he follows it up with a ferocious punt kick to the spine! WATTERS: That was just nasty! [Pat Gordon, Junior howls in pain. Fortunately for him, he lands close to the ropes. He rolls out of the ring and holds his back, desperately seeking some time to recuperate. Meanwhile, Bam Markham spies an opportunity and heads to the top rope. Barry Snider admonishes him to get down and starts a count, but it isn't enough to keep the Big Bad Bull from Boulder from flying!] CHANEY: Bam goes up top. What does he have in mind here? WATTERS: He's making a mistake going to the top rope. CHANEY: PLANCHA!!! [The crowd comes alive as Markham flies from the top rope. It isn't pretty, but it sure is exciting to see the big boy launching himself from the top rope to the ringside floor.] EGL: Mira! Mira, Patricio, mira! [Pat Gordon, Junior hears the Mexican Mastermind's warning and moves out of the way. Poor Bam Markham CRASHES and BURNS.] *****THUD!***** WATTERS: This is what it sounds like... when bulls fly! Ha ha ha! I told you, Chaney. They aren't called ‘high risk maneuvers' for nothing. And now Bam Markham is paying the price! CHANEY: Wrong move, Crusher, but you were right about one thing. Bam Markham went for something big, and it backfired. Now he's feeling the effects of his own recklessness. Still, you've got to admire someone who is willing to put his body on the line like that. WATTERS: I'll give you that, Chaney. He is gutsy. But in times like this, it's better to be smart than courageous. [Barry Snider looks on in concern for Bam's well being. In the end, he has no choice but to implement the ten count, during which Pat Gordon, Junior seizes the much needed opportunity to recuperate and draw a couple of deep breaths.] ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . THREE! [Gordon rolls under the bottom rope just enough to break up the count and then goes right back outside the ring.] WATTERS: Not only did Bam Markham's big move not payoff, but now he's caught outside the ring with Pat Gordon, Junior. And that is one place you don't want to be! [PGJR drags Bam to his feet by the hair. He wraps his arms around Markham and rams him back against the barricade.] ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . [The Oklahoma Orthodontist puts a couple of boots to Markham's middle and then peels back the mat, exposing the cement ringside floor.] CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior has just pulled the mats off the cement floor! Barry Snider needs to put a stop to whatever Gordon might be planning! WATTERS: This can't be good for Bam Markham. It'll be good for my pocketbook, though. I put money on Gordon! [Barry Snider keeps counting.] THREE! . . . [The Oklahoma Orthodontist folds Bam Markham over and puts a thigh alongside each of Markham's ears.] WATTERS: It looks like he's going to give him a piledriver on the concrete floor! CHANEY: Barry Snider needs to stop this! He could end that poor boy's career! [Pat Gordon, Junior tries to lift Bam, but the Big Bad Bull from Boulder kicks his legs and gets his feet back on the floor.] FOUR! . . . [Pat tries again, but just like the last time, Bam manages to get his feet back flat on the floor.] CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior's attempts at the piledriver are blocked, and now Bam Markham sends him up and over with a back body drop onto the cement floor! His plan backfired on him, Crusher! WATTERS: And did you hear that thud? It made me cringe! [Indeed, now it is Gordon's turn to have his plan play against him. He bellows and holds his aching back as Bam turns to face him.] FIVE! CHANEY: The tides have turned, and now Pat Gordon, Junior finds himself in no man's land! [Before Bam can do any further damage, El Gringo Loco is on the scene, jawing at the Big Bad Bull from Boulder and threatening to give him a rap with his cane!] CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior may have just had his hide saved by the distraction from El Gringo Loco. WATTERS: That's what he's there for, Chaney. EGL has an invested interest in this match. He'll protect it at all cost. [The crowd comes alive as Cam ‘Slam' Markham comes up from behind El Gringo Loco and turns him around! The two managers engage in a standoff, with Cam threatening to punch EGL and the Mexican Mastermind brandishing his cane.] SIX! CHANEY: And now here comes Cam Markham to even the odds for his grandson! WATTERS: Barry Snider should eject him from ringside! He has no business getting involved like this! [The whole ordeal allows Gordon to get back on his feet. He rakes his fingernails down Bam Markham's back. The Big Bad Bull from Boulder turns around with a menacing look on his face. PGJR fires off a right hand, but Bam doesn't even flinch. Another punch fails to stop Markham's advance. Pat looks vexed and punches him a third time, but still Bam is unphased.] SEVEN! CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior's punches are having no effect on Bam Markham. WATTERS: Get out of there, Patricio! [PGJR's expression changes quickly. He makes a T with his hands, asking for a timeout and pleading for mercy.] EIGHT! CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior wants a timeout, but he won't get one. Markham scoops him up into his arms and throws him onto the exposed concrete floor with a powerful body slam! WATTERS: Come on, Chaney, now you can't say this is fair. The man asked for a timeout! CHANEY: There are no timeouts in wrestling! [Noticing how late in the count Barry Snider has gotten, Cam yells to Bam to break up the count. Bam heeds his grandfather's advice and ducks underneath the bottom rope just long enough to get Barry Snider to start back from one.] ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . [Bam peels Pat Gordon, Junior off the cement floor and hoists him up onto his shoulder. He backs away from the ring, and then runs back, dropping Gordon with a Snake Eyes right onto the ring apron!] THREE! . . . . . . FOUR! . . . CHANEY: IDIOT TOSS ONTO THE RING APRON! WATTERS: Pat Gordon, Junior is in big trouble right now. Bam Markham could end up taking his lead away from him! [At this point, Bam Markham takes the fight back into the ring. PGJR is dazed and quite possibly unconscious, so Bam goes for the pin and the win.] CHANEY: Pin by Bam Markham, and he hooks the leg. [Barry Snider is on the job!] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . THREE............................. KICKOUT!!! CHANEY: So close! Bam Markham was just a hair away from the win, but it's a two count only according to Barry Snider. WATTERS: I don't know how many more times Pat Gordon, Junior is going to be able to do that, Chaney. And I don't know how much more of this my heart can take! [Pat Gordon, Junior is definitely worse for wear, and Bam doesn't let up, picking him up off of his feet with a bear hug.] CHANEY: Bear hug applied by Bam Markham, as he tries to squeeze the life right out of Pat Gordon, Junior. WATTERS: Look at how he's got his hands right underneath the ribs. That doesn't just hurt your back, it also makes it extremely difficult to breathe. [The Muskogee Mauler bops Bam Markham in the forehead in an attempt to break loose. The Big Bad Bull from Boulder's grip is unchanged, so Gordon punches him again. And again. All he gets for his trouble, though, is the Big Bad Bull from Boulder swinging him back and forth.] WATTERS: Look at Bam Markham. He's swinging him around like a rag doll! I can't believe it, Chaney! CHANEY: Indeed, Crusher, it is an impressive display of strength from Bam to say the least. And Pat Gordon, Junior looks like he's starting to fade away. [The crowd cheers for Bam Markham as Pat gives a last ditch effort to get himself out of the troublesome hold with a facebite. Bam just swings him around some more, forcing the wind out of Gordon's lungs. PGJR's body goes limp, his arms sagging down next to him. Barry Snider lifts one of his arms and holds it for a second before he drops it. It falls.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . [Snider raises Gordon's arm again. He releases it. It falls.] . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . CHANEY: Well, this could be it, right here, Crusher. If Pat Gordon, Junior's arm falls this time, that's three, and it's over! [Snider lifts PGJR's arm for the third and possibly final time. He holds it for a second before letting it drop. The arm falls... no! It shoots back up!] WATTERS: He's still alive! [Pat Gordon, Junior grabs Bam's head with both hands and smashes him with a desperation headbutt.] WATTERS: IRISH KISS!!! CHANEY: Irish Kiss headbutt out of desperation, and Pat Gordon, Junior has managed to free himself from Bam Markham's grip. WATTERS: It's such a great move, Chaney! CHANEY: Be that as it may, he still isn't out of the woods yet. [Both men are on the mat. Before Barry Snider can begin his mandatory ten count, however, Bam is back on his feet.] CHANEY: Bam Markham is shaking out the cobwebs, but he's still the first one to his feet. That gives him an advantage. He goes into the ropes... Would you look at that? El Gringo Loco tried to trip Bam Markham! WATTERS: What? I didn't see anything. CHANEY: He did! El Gringo Loco used his cane to hook Bam Markham's leg with his cane! WATTERS: You know how those things are, Chaney, they probably just got tangled up. [Bam turns around to argue with EGL about his interference. It isn't long before Cam Markham and Barry Snider are both on the scene to break it up. The Mexican Multimedia MEGA STAR backs off, and Bam turns his attention back to Pat Gordon, Junior, who is on one knee. The Big Bad Bull from Boulder charges his opponent, only to get caught with a belly to belly suplex!] CHANEY: Belly to belly suplex by Pat Gordon, Junior, as he takes advantage of the distraction by El Gringo Loco. WATTERS: And it was beautifully executed, too. Give credit where credit is due, Chaney. [Gordon sits down behind Bam Markham and wraps his legs around him with a scissorhold.] CHANEY: Bodyscissors applied by Pat Gordon, Junior. WATTERS: Maybe now he can settle in and slow things down a bit. That's going to work to his advantage, Chaney. He's a better mat wrestler than Bam Markham. CHANEY: Look at this, Crusher! Bam is using his sheer strength to pry Gordon's legs apart! [Pat takes a shortcut to stop Bam Markham from breaking the hold and reaches around to rake the big man's face. Having stopped Bam's progress, he puts the squeeze back on.] CHANEY: And a rake of the eyes puts a stop to that. Unbelievable the shortcuts he's willing to take. I remember when Pat Gordon, Junior was known as a fair fighter! WATTERS: El Gringo Loco has just wisened him up, Chaney. That's all. There's nothing wrong with that. CHANEY: But he has a complete disregard for the rules. WATTERS: He's showing shades of his father. You know, he felt it was DISRESPECTFUL to not do anything you can to beat your opponent. God rest his soul. CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Senior was a legend in the sport of wrestling. Don't spoil his name like that, Crusher. WATTERS: It's true, Chaney! Look it up! [Meanwhile, Pat Gordon, Junior still has that scissorhold locked on tight. As Bam Markham starts to weaken, Pat rolls him over onto his shoulders.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . [Bam Markham rolls back off of his shoulders and onto his seat.] CHANEY: Pin attempt from Gordon only gets two. WATTERS: Touche, but just watch as the Muskogee Mat Master goes to work. CHANEY: How long have you been waiting to call him that, Crusher? WATTERS: Two weeks. [PGJR reaches up and adds the old fish hook as a combination to the scissorhold. Bam gurgles a bit trying to shout.] WATTERS: Boy he's really got a mean streak these days, doesn't he? CHANEY: And I'll bet you just love it, don't you, Crusher? WATTERS: I do, because that's why he's the Lonestar Heavyweight Champion! CHANEY: Self-proclaimed Lonestar Heavyweight Champion, Crusher. The tournament is still in its early stages. WATTERS: And he's already won it. Now that's impressive! [Pat Gordon, Junior transitions from the bodyscissors and fish hook combination into a sleeper hold. Bam reaches out, looking for a way to keep himself from falling asleep.] CHANEY: Pat Gordon, Junior now with the sleeper hold. WATTERS: I told you, Chaney, the Muskogee Mat Master. First, he squeezes the air out of Bam Markham's lungs with that scissorhold, and now he cuts off the supply of blood to his brain with the sleeper hold. That's what squeezing the carotid arteries will do, cut off the blood and oxygen to the brain. [Bam starts to fade away. Now his arms are the ones drooping as Barry Snider checks to see if he is still conscious. Cam gets the crowd behind his grandson, while Snider raises his arm and lets it go.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . CHANEY: Now Bam Markham finds himself on the verge of going to sleep here. His arm drops! WATTERS: Come on, just two more times. [Barry raises Bam's arm a second time. He holds it steady and then releases it. Again it drops.] TWO! . . . . . WATTERS: That's two, Chaney! If his arm drops one more time, Pat Gordon, Junior has his spot in the quarterfinals sealed up! [The crowd is loudly chanting for Bam Markham as Barry Snider lifts his arm for the third time. He lets go, and... it shoots back up!] CHANEY: Bam's still in it, and listen to the fans come alive, Crusher! They're practically willing him back to his feet! WATTERS: They should be quiet. Don't they know this is a professional sporting contest that requires intense focus? CHANEY: This isn't tennis or golf, Crusher! Fans are allowed to cheer if they want to. [Bam starts to power his way back to his feet, turning his body so that Pat Gordon, Junior's sleeper hold is less effective. He buries an elbow into Pat Gordon, Junior's gut. And another!] CHANEY: Bam Markham is trying to fight his way out! One more ought to do it! [The Oklahoma Orthodontist relinquishes the hold to drive his elbow into the top of Markham's head, cutting off his comeback.] WATTERS: Nice elbow smash by the champ. CHANEY: He's not the champ yet, Crusher. He's got a long way to go for that. WATTERS: It's all academic, Chaney. [Pat Gordon, Junior runs Bam Markham's face along the top rope. Barry Snider gets in his face about the use of the ropeburn. Pat Gordon, Junior puts his hands up and swears he won't do it again. He locks up the Big Bad Bull from Boulder for a suplex and hooks his leg.] WATTERS: GORDON'S FISHERMAN SUPLEX!!! [Barry Snider makes the count.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT! CHANEY: Only two! WATTERS: [A bit dejected.] He couldn't get his fingers locked together. Bam Markham is just too big. [The Muskogee Mat Master brings Bam Markham back to his feet, but receives a kick to the gut for his troubles. Seeing Pat Gordon, Junior doubled over, Bam puts him in a standing headscissors and picks him up for a devastating powerbomb! He folds PGJR up for the pin.] CHANEY: BAM BOMB! BAM BOMB! THIS IS IT! WATTERS: But there's no referee to count! Barry Snider got hit by Pat Gordon, Junior's leg when Markham was picking him up! [With the referee indisposed, EGL slithers into the ring. He stalks up to Bam Markham and throws a fireball right in his face!] WATTERS: LA BOLA DEL FEUGO! CHANEY: Of all the despicable... El Gringo Loco may have just handed this win to Pat Gordon, Junior, and he may have ended this young man's career in the process! [This promptly brings Cam Markham into the ring. El Gringo Loco hightails it out of the ring, and Cam gives chase.] CHANEY: There goes El Gringo Loco running. He wants no part of Cam Markham! WATTERS: Well, he's not a luchador anymore, Chaney. He's not here to wrestle. CHANEY: Then why is he involving himself in the match? WATTERS: Pipe down. [Pat Gordon, Junior starts to come around. He's still groggy, but he spots Bam Markham rolling around holding his eyes. He crawls toward Bam and gets an arm over his chest. Timing can be everything, and this rings true here. Just then, Barry Snider also comes to, and he sees Pat Gordon, Junior making the cover.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . CHANEY: No! Not like this! Not like this! [Back to Barry's ever so slow count.] TWO! . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! [El Gringo Loco reenters the ring and raises Pat Gordon, Junior's hand, ecstatic about the win.] CHANEY: I can't believe it. El Gringo Loco throws a fireball into poor Bam Markham's face, and now Pat Gordon, Junior walks away with a win. WATTERS: And another twenty five points, Chaney! He's going to the quarterfinals, no matter the outcome with his match against Sean Darring! CHANEY: Twenty five points and a trip to the quarterfinal that have been STOLEN by the Cartel! But that's all the time we have for this week, Southwestern Championship Wrestling fans. Tune in to the next installment of SCW Rampage as the Lonestar Heavyweight Championship tournament continues, and hopefully we will have an update on Bam Markham's condition by then. WATTERS: It's been a pleasure! CHANEY: Until next time, this is Eric Chaney, for Larry "The Crusher" Watters, saying good fight, and 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