[The screen is black as the beginning notes of "Legendary" by Skillet begin to be heard.]

[As the melody begins to be heard, we see the SCW letters flash across the screen in
brilliant burnt orange letters.]

#Legendary. OHHHHHHHH!!!#

[The music continues as the word "RAMPAGE" superimposes in white letters over the burnt
orange SCW letters.]

#Legendary. OHHHHHHHH!!!#

[The guitar riffs kick in as the logo breaks into flame in the center and burns toward the
outer edges of the screen like Bonanza's old theme.]

#OHHHHHHHH!!!  Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh#

[The moment the lead singer's first "OH" is heard, the flames dissipate and allow us to see
a the screen split into a pair of pictures. The first is Pat Gordon Jr. standing on the
turnbuckles in the corner on the left, while the right picture is Caleb Foley standing in
the center of the ring holding a finger out to point at the fans.]

#OHHHHHHHH!!!  Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh#

[The screen switches to show Windham Brody stepping over the top rope.]

#My heart bleeds adrenaline#
#The fire I breathe is where I live#

[The screen shows a vid cap of Bam Markham pounding his fist into his chest.]

#(Say my name) Incredible#
#(Say my name) An animal#

[Switch to show vid cap of Chris Smith clotheslining an opponent and then raising his arms
in triumph.]

#One life to live#
#I never give up, I never give in#

[The screen switches to show all four brothers of the Rich Family walking down the aisle and
greeting fans, only to switch to El Gringo Loco and Las Preguntas standing in the ring
taunting ringside fans.]

#Some people wanna turn and run#
#But the strong rise under the gun#

[Screen shows Tripp Skylark leaping off the top turnbuckle and high into the air toward the
outside of the ring before it dissolves into the next vid cap.]

#Top, to the top#
#Ain't never gonna stop#

[Video cap of Chase Williams grabbing hold of a wrestler and crashing him to the canvas with
a choke slam.]

#To the top, to the top#
#Ain't never gonna stop#

[Quick vid cap of Alfie Button kipping up in a match.]

#Never gonna keep me down (never keep me)#

[A few quick pictures are quickly seen of Gazi, Steve Dann, Michael Wilson, and Johnny
Psychotic.]

#Still the one that's standing now (never falling)#

[Vid Cap of Pat Gordon Jr locking on the "Pat Lock" submission hold.]

#Destiny is calling me#
#Go down in history#
#Every day I'll fight to be#

[The vid cap shows Alfie Button poised on the top rope and leaping into the air for a 720
DDT on his opponent. He hits and jumps up right as the title words are sung.]

#Legendary#

[Vid cap of Johnny Psychotic landing his top rope superplex finisher.]

#OHHHHHHHH!!!  Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh#

[Pictures of the Health Fanatics, Prague Drinking Team, Sweaty Bling and The Maniacs are
seen quickly.]

#OHHHHHHHH!!!  Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh#

[The screen shows the vid cap of Sean Darring smiling and pointing an index finger toward
the camera.]

#Legendary#
#OHHHHHHHH!!!!#

[As the driving music continues the screen explodes into a million pieces and as the pieces
disappear we see a studio that looks similar to those used by sports shows and other
sporting related news editions. There is a large, tan desk with the letters 'SCW" put forth
matching the company logo on the website on the front of it. As the screen pans back, we see
two men at the desk. Sitting to one side is SCW announcer Stan Conlon and to his left is the
co-host, Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

[Conlon is wearing a dark blue "UPW" polo shirt and his gray hair is meticulously sculpted
in an old school newscaster look. He's obviously an old-school kind of presence. Robert is
wearing his usual denim shirt and a confident grin on his face. Conlon's smile widens as he
finally begins to speak.]

CONLON:  WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE NEW AND IMPROVED SCW RAMPAGE! We are here in the SCW
Studio to bring you the action that occurred last night at The Phoenix Arena in Dallas,
Texas! My name is Stan Conlon and with me is tag team wrestling legend Robert "The Gorilla"
Smith!

SMITH:  Nice to be here, Stan "The Man!"

CONLON:  What a night of action we have for you as we begin this studio era of
Rampage in SCW!

SMITH:  Yeah whomever screwed with telecasts and live events that gave us problems
ought to pay dearly for taking away live wrestling!

CONLON:  Speaking of which, the Texas State Police want to make sure everybody that
watches our shows on the air, or at our live events around the great State of Texas, please
be careful when you are out and about.

SMITH:  Moron. I hope this guy fries.

CONLON:  There have just been a string of disappearances and assaults at or around
SCW events. Part of the reason we were allowed to get back on the air in Texas was that we
would warn people of these events in hopes that all will be safer and on their guard.

SMITH:  Just don't go out after dark, you'll be better off.

CONLON:  A more difficult feat considering we do the "fall back" time change next
weekend and it will get dark at five instead of later.

SMITH:  Until this piece of work is arrested or beaten to a pulp, it is better safe
than sorry.

CONLON:  I agree, Gorilla.

SMITH:  Now can we get to the actual SCW action, please?

CONLON:  Indeed, lots of action took place last night in Dallas, and it all started
off with the debut of a new tag team in SCW, the O'Malley brothers!

SMITH:  We got to see a preview of them last Rampage and on this night, the real
thing was set to debut.

CONLON:  Let's go to the tape and see how they fared!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]








[The video footage begins as Lighting moves towards Marcus O'Malley he gets caught with a
spinning heel kick. Momentarily stunned he doesn't see the barrage of jabs to the side of
the head that Marcus O'Malley catches him with – much to the appreciation of the crowd in
attendance.]

CHANEY:  Marcus is on fire now and that slow start seems to be quickly over.

WATTERS:  Lightning had the right idea, but couldn't hold on.

CHANEY:  That happens when you face guys you don't know anything about.

WATTERS:  They had their opening, but now Marcus seems to be in control.

[O'Malley goes for a facerake, but Lightning blocks it and quickly tags out to Thunder.
Thunder and Lightning grab Marcus O'Malley and whip him into the ropes before catching him
with a double elbowsmash.]

CHANEY:  THUNDER AND LIGHTNING TAKE CONTROL RIGH TBACK WITH THAT ELBOWSMASH!!!

WATTERS:  I'll be damned!

[Anthony O'Malley enters the ring and clotheslines Lightning out of the ring over the top
rope. The referee sends Anthony back to his corner.]

CHANEY:  Anthony O'Malley gets things squared up, but the referee ushers him out!

WATTERS:  It was the right thing as he was in there illegally.

CHANEY:  Youknow how often you praise other teams for doign just what he did there,
Larry?

WATTERS:  I'm fickle. Sue me.

[Thunder executes a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Marcus O'Malley whilst he is distracted and
then locks in a bodyscissors submission. He lets go after about 10 seconds and then goes for
a series of stomps, but Marcus rolls out of the way.]

CHANEY:  Marcus avoiding the stomps! Thunder was living up to his name for a second
there.

WATTERS:  If they faced a team with more killer instinct, the O'Malleys might be in
trouble.

CHANEY:  What are you saying?

WATTERS:  I'm saying they look rusty, Chaney. I've seen them light the ring on fire.

[Marcus tags out to Anthony O'Malley and Thunder sends Anthony into the turnbuckle, but he
reverses it and charges in with a clothesline. Anthony follows this up by taking Thunder
down with a bulldog.]

CHANEY:  BIG BULLDOG BY ANTHONY O'MALLEY!!!

WATTERS:  They looks more normal, I hate to admit.

CHANEY:  You don't like these two, do you?

WATTERS:  It isn't that I don't like them, I just don't like that they seem to be
enjoying the sheep's support and not going for the throat and quick win they could get.

[Thunder scrambles back to his feet and tags out to Lightning. Lightning and Thunder whip
Anthony into the ropes and attempt a double clothesline, but he counters it with a duck-down
move; bounces off the opposite ropes and drills them with a double clothesline.]

CHANEY:  ANTHONY TAKES BOTH OPPONENTS DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE!

WATTERS:  This is Texas, Chaney, it's a lariat down here.

[Thunder leaves the ring under the bottom rope. Anthony catches Lightning with a German
suplex.]

CHANEY:  BIG GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

WATTERS:  A COVER!

ONE!
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CHANEY:  Just not enough yet!

WATTERS:  That should have ended this one. These two are just showing off at this
point.

CHANEY:  You think he allowed the kickout?

WATTERS:  I don't know, but I know they should have finsihed them off by now. Either
they are rusty or they are simply showing off for the fans, which disappoints me.

[Marcus O'Malley enters the ring for a spot of double teaming as they whip Lightning into
the ropes and catch with a double fist to the midsection and a double elbow smash to the
back of the head. Marcus leaves the ring to brawl with Thunder. Anthony goes for a legdrop,
but Lightning rolls out of the way.]

CHANEY:  LIGHTNING MOVED OUT OF THE WAY THERE!!!

WATTERS:  If they lose, I'm going to laugh my hairy ass off!

[Lightning goes for a Huracanrana, but Anthony counters it with a power bomb. Anthony pulls
Lightning to his feet. The crowd is cheering on Anthony as he executes the Brooklyn Bomber.]

CHANEY:  THERE'S THE BROOKLYN BOMBER!  HE CAUGHT HIM BIG TIME!!!

WATTERS:  Now he tries to end this one!

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THHHRRRREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHANEY:  They win their debut in style!

WATTERS:  This is going to be unbearable.

[The ref raises Marcus and Anthony's arm in victory as the crowd cheers in approval. The
brothers share a fist bump and a quick hug before Anthony motions to the timekeeper for a
mic. With mic in hand, Anthony looks out among the crowd before speaking.]

Anthony: Ladies and gentlemen, the Chunk and the Hunk have arrived in SCW and I know what
you're thinking: you're thinking that we are way out of our element here. A couple tough-
skinned alley cats from Brooklyn have somehow managed to land in the middle of Rattlesnake
country. How on earth are we going to survive?

[Anthony pauses briefly before answering.]

Anthony: That's the same question we constantly answer every time we step into this or any
other ring. If there's one constant in this business, it's that talking only gets you so
far. Eventually, the only way to prove your mettle is by putting action behind your words.
And if it's action you want, then we'll be your Huckleberries. One by one, piece by piece
and brick by blessed brick, Marcus and I will go through this tag team division and stand it
on its head until we get what we have ultimately come here for....and that's the SCW Tag
Team Titles. Ain't that right, bub?

[Anthony hands the mic over to his older brother who smacks his lips before speaking.]

Marcus: Boys, we didn't come all this way to be empty handed. It may not be tomorrow; it may
not be next month. Hell, it may not be sometime this year but eventu'lly, ye an' I will be
findin' ourselves standin' across the ring from The Preg'ant Ones.

[A shocked and confused look creeps upon the face of Anthony.]

Anthony: Pregnant ones??

[Marcus looks back at his little brothers with a toothless confused look on his face.]

Marcus: Ya. Ya know....the tag team champ'ons. The Preg'ant Ones. Joanie an' Chichi.

[A slight chuckle slowly begins to go through the crowd as Anthony facepalms himself.]

Anthony: Their names, Bub, are La Preguntas. Duda and Marca.

[Marcus slowly shakes his head in frustration.]

Marcus: Whatev'r. Same thing. The point I'm tryin' to make is this: Somewhere down the line
kiddies, ye will find yerselves lookin' down the barrel of a gun named O'Malley. An' at that
moment, you're gonna have to nut up or shut up but don't be afraid of the inevit'ble because
as I always say, if fear's all that's stoppin' ye, then damn ye souls cause our Lord hates a
coward.

Anthony: And that my friends is the Gospel according to O'Malley!

[Anthony drops the mic as "Have A Drink on Me" begins blaring throughout the arena.]

[The screen fades out.]







[The view switches backstage where Tess Wiley enters the shot with El Principe, who
immediately snatches the microphone away from her as she looks on aghast.]

EL PRINCIPE:  Largate!

WILEY:  Huh?  So rude!

PRINCIPE:  Vete!  Andate!  Largate!  Fuera!

[Even though Wiley doesn't understand Principe's various ways of telling her to leave, she
soon gets the picture and gives Principe his time to speak.]

PRINCIPE:  Eres un inutil.

WILEY:  I get paid anyway.  Whatever.

[She hands the microphoen to the Mexican star and he just takes over.]

PRINCIPE:  Caleb Foley, Somos solo nosotros ahora, mi amigo.

La suerte de los irlandeses, ¿eh? Necesitarás mucho más que eso esta noche. Estás en
presencia de la realeza, está en mi sangre, crecí en este deporte y lo descubrirás pronto.

He ganado muchos, muchos títulos en México y tu no has hecho nada en 15 años. No me llegas
ni a la suela de mis zapatos.

Y para citar a tu paisano, tampoco vas a hacer nada esta noche.

[El Principe tosses the microphone back to Tess as the screen fades out.]







[We cut to the Masked Wingman doing push-ups military-style one after another with a
perfectly folded towel dog with a painted black mask matching the masked bro's sitting on
the Masked Wingman's back.  Standing next to the Wingman is his idol, Masked Maniac.]

MM: 50 more!   We can't let these lunatics get the best of us tonight, Wingman!
Enough is enough!   Tony has been making a mockery of the Masked Bro's way of life for too
long.   He calls us scammers.   We proved his claim to chick fame was in his head.   Now,
it's one on one in a pin or towel match and there is no way - Masked Towel-bro is going in
that ring.

[The camera focuses in on the folded towel into a dog.  It looks like a towel wiener dog
with a painted black mask on his face.]

MM: Under _NO_ Circumstances.  He is one of us now.

[The Masked Wingman nods in agreement as he continues to do as his mentor asks.]

MM:  I will have both eyes on Tony Sweat all night.  Don't you worry?   You just make
mince-meat out of Bling.   It's time to show the SCW what Masked Bro-life is about.  You
feel me, ami-bro.

[Wingman is full of words like every time we see him.  He grits his teeth and lets his
mentor speak for both of them.]

MM:  Sweaty Bling you guys have gone too far this time.  It's time we got serious
around here.   We are in the zone and focused on the important things.   Masked Bros before
hoes...   Tonight, you find out what that means.   Bling you are going to be stomped into
the mat and Tony Sweat will have no other option but to toss that sweat-soaked towel over
the top ropes and into the ring.

[Masked Maniac seems sure of the result as he nods eagerly.]

MM:  You see this war machine.  Just look at him work.

[Maniac kneels down with looking up dominating the camera as it tries to do what he asked
and focus on the Wingman.]

MM:  Just remember this is all _YOUR_ fault.   You two brought this on yourselves.
You wanted our attention, well now you have it.   The first chapter was the Funky Town flop.
Now you find out just how dangerous we are in the ring.

[Maniac gives a thumbs-up as the Masked Wingman finishes his last push up.  The camera fades
as you hear the Maniac shout - just 25 more!]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

CONLON:  Great debut from the O'Malleys and it seems like the Masked Brothers are
ready for their match later in the evening.

SMITH:  The SCW has a really deep tag team division. In fact, it makes me wish my old
parter Psychotic Doctor was still active so we could be part of it.

CONLON:  Now THAT would be something to have you guys involved.

SMITH:  It's not happening, but that is just how strong this division is.

CONLON:  The tag division isn't the only strength as our Lonestar Title Tournament
qualifying stage ends this evening!

SMITH:  First up is the last match in Group A.

CONLON:  Caleb Foley against El Principe, the winner is the number two qualifier from
Group A after Alfie Button clinched the top spot on the last Rampage!

SMITH:  Foley started as a house of fire in SCW, but every match also seemed to be a
struggle. Principe is dangerous in this situation.

CONLON:  Let's go to the video footage and see how it turned out!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]










[As the footage begins to play, we see that El Principe has managed to use his trickery to
trap his opponent in a kneebar on the outside and now has a single-leg lion tamer applied.
Leaning back to apply pressure and wrench on the leg.]

CHANEY:  Foley in real trouble as Principe suckered him in and now has that
submission lock on the left leg.

WATTERS:  Principe is a great technical wrestler. People tend to forget that when
they see him as they think he is all speed as many masked guys from down south tend to be.

CHANEY:  I think Foley should know better as they have squared off before.

WATTERS:  For once, you make some sense, Chaney. But Foley is an idiot at times.
Remember his pimp phase a few years back. (chuckles)

[Despite the pain, Foley is able to drag himself over to the ropes. Reaching out, he makes a
grab for the bottom  rope and manages to get a grasp on it. Principe however, refuses to let
go of his leg! Ignoring the referee who has now begun to count! Finally at four El Principe
reluctantly releases and the referee warns him not to pull a trick like that again. Principe
snaps back at the referee, and the two are now arguing!]

CHANEY:  FOLEY ESCAPES THE HOLD BUT PRINCIPE IS ARGUING WITH THE REFEREE!!!

WATTERS:  There is only so much insolence a person of royal blood should tolerate.
The referee overstapped.

CHANEY:  OVERSTEPPED?!?!?!  He just forced the break of the hold!

WATTERS:  He got in the Prince's face. In some countries, he'd be dead now because of
it.

[Which gives Foley all the time in the world to dropkick a distracted Principe in the knee.
El Principe drops to one knee! Holding it as he lets out a pained and shocked gasp!  Taking
advantage, Caleb follows up with a powerful European uppercut that rocks Principe's head
back and sends spit flying out of his mouth!]

CHANEY:  FOLEY FIRING BACK!!!

WATTERS:  Principe just committed a big time error and Caleb is veteran enough to
take advantage.

CHANEY:  Foley in control again and he will be looking to do what he did the first
time and get that pinfall!

WATTERS:  Principe isn't some random loser. The guy learns from mistakes better than
anyone. This one isn't going to end like last time.

[The Mexican prince is wobbly now and Foley continues the attack with a brutalising
clothesline that damn near decapitates his duplicitous disputant! El Principe hits the
ground with a loud 'thump!' to the cheers of the crowd as Foley is rallying!]

CHANEY:  FOLEY NEARLY TOOK HIS HEAD OFF WITH THAT LARIAT!!!

WATTERS:  Foley is a pure brawling maniac. You let th ematch devolve away from skill
and technical know-how and this is what will happen.

CHANEY:  Foley is not just a brawler. He has technical skill as well.

WATTERS:  Perhaps, but he usually wins by beating someone in a brawling fashion. So
do the math, Chaney.

[Foley takes a moment to feel out his leg and make sure he is good to go before rushing to
where Principe is and leaping for a moonsault that Principe counters perfectly with raised
knees to the gut, but Foley backflips OVER Principe, lands on his feet and grabs the
Luchadore's legs! There's a lock of panic on Principe's face as he realises, too late, that
he's been played, before Foley turns him over into the CELTIC CLUTCH (Gorilla Clutch)!!]

CHANEY:  HOLY MOLY FOLEY!!!  BACKFLIP TO AVOID THE KNEES AND TURNS IT INTO THE CELTIC
CLUTCH!!!

WATTERS:  That even has me a little impressed. I thought for certain he was going to
eat those knees and Principe would be back in the driver's seat.

CHANEY:  Foley is working that hold for all it is worth and Principe is literally in
the center of the ring!

WATTERS:  Really bad placement for Principe. Not sure if that was luck or Foley
actually planned it to work out that well. I vote luck.

[Principe screams out in agony as the pain courses through his leg and spine like a live
wire! Instead of trying to kneel on his bad knee, Foley is instead leaning INTO Principe!
Using his opponent's OWN twisted limbs to support his bodyweight and bending Principe like a
pretzel! The referee continues checking things as Foley works the hold.]

CHANEY:  Pricnipe really feeling it now!

WATTERS:  Foley has to be cheating to be doing this to Principe!

CHANEY:  He's not cheating.

WATTERS:  How do you know? You aren't in the ring.!

[There's only so long a wrestler can withstand that type of torture, and El Principe taps
out on the mat and the referee signals for the bell.]

CHANEY:  PRINCIPE TAPPED OUT!!!

WATTERS:  I cannot believe this!

CHANEY:  Caleb Foley has managed to submit the Mexican superstar!

WATTERS:  On my life, I couldn't have saw that coming! I didn't think he had it in
him!

[Foley releases the hold and stands to his feet with the crowd cheering his name. His music
begins to play and he celebrates a little with ringside fans as he exits.]

CHANEY:  The fans are giving Foley some praise for a job well done tonight!

WATTERS:  I still say he cheated.

CHANEY:  Either way, he clinches the second spot from Group A in the Lonestar
quarterfinals!

WATTERS:  What a sad day this is when a man like Principe isn't vying for a title.

[Fade to black.]







[The screen shows the locker room area where we see Gordon Gaines in his wrestling gear
preparing for his match tonight. Standing next to him is the Son of Malta. Gaines is staring
into the mirror as Malta talks him up.]

SOM:  Gaines, listen and listen well. Tonight you have an important match against
Steve Dann. If you want that we can continue this, you need to add another W to your SCW
record.

[After a couple of seconds, Gaines nodds his head.]

SOM:  Good. The first thing you need to keep in mind is that the majority of the
matches are not won in the ring, but they are won in the dressing room. Thus the first thing
I want you to do is clear your mind of everything and focus on just one thing, Steve Dann.

[Gaines closes his eyes and snaps his head from one side to the other before opening his
eyes again, nodding that he has completed his task.]

SOM:  Next, with your mind clear and with just one focus you need to start your
breathing exercises. Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out.

[Gaines begins to breath in deeply as his mentor commands and exhales just as completely.
Malta's "Mr. Miyagi" technique seems to be doing what it is intended as Gaines is looking
more and more confidant.]

SOM:  Alright, now that you are completely focused there is one thing left to do.
Walk slowly to the ring and wait for Steve to enter. Once the official rings the bell, look
him in the eye and just start pumping him with lefts and rights. I want you to get the three
count in less than 5 minutes.

[Gaines turns his head and looks at Malta.]

SOM:  Are you up to the challenge? Will you defeat Steve Dann in less than 5 minutes?

[Gaines turns back toward the mirror with a look of utter focus upon his face.]

GAINES:  Yes. I. Will.

[The screen goes black.]







[Merle Haggard's 'Okie from Muskogee' puts the Texas fans in a sour mood. The crowd's mood
gets even worse when everybody notices El Gringo Loco wearing both of the SCW Lonestar Tag
Team Championship belts around his waist and carrying a microphone. He leads Pat Gordon,
Junior, who has that black duffel bag slung over his shoulder, to the ring.]

EGL: BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIENVENIDOS a Rampage... es... LOCO! Yo
soy El Gringo Loco, the boss of El Gringo Loco's Wrestling Cartel, y este...

[EGL pats Pat Gordon, Jr. on the back.]

EGL: This is the first SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion, Patricio Gordon! He has
already survived the Group of Death, y esta noche, when he beats Sean Darring, he will be
the undefeated victor of his group with an unprecedented setenta y cinco puntos!

PGJR: Sean Darring, you got to have your dream match and beat your role model two
weeks ago at the last Rampage. Isn't that just peachy? Well, you know what? I'm glad you got
to win your dream match against Michael Wilson, I really am, because tonight you're gonna be
living your worst nightmare when you get in this ring with me!

That's right. You see, Sean Darring, you measure yourself by Michael Wilson's standards, but
guess what. I already beat him. And (mockingly using air quotes) "The Big Bad Bull from
Boulder," the guy you only could manage a draw against, I beat him, too. You're measuring
yourself with a twelve inch ruler, but I'm a full yardstick. I don't measure myself against
anyone else in SCW, hell, I don't even measure myself against in pro-wrestling. I use the
standard everyone else in wrestling should be using... me.

Hell, Caleb Foley may be a dobber, but at least he knows enough to know that the Gordon
family is the real deal.

Now, don't get me wrong, Darring, I know you're no slouch. Who knows? Maybe you'll be able
to win your side of the bracket and then lose to me again in the finals.

[Pat Gordon, Jr. and El Gringo Loco both laugh.]

EGL: Sean Darring, la llamada leyenda, so-called Legend, maybe you're not used to it,
pero... the odds are against you in this one. You and Patricio, you're both already
qualified for los cuartos, pero... usted necesita un pin o sumision in order to win the
group. Patricio, on the other hand, he can even LOSE by countout or descalificacion and
still take first place. Por supuesto, the Hardest Working Man in Pro-Wrestling won't settle
for a loss or a draw. Darring, you'll be lucky if you make it out of this match in one
piece!

PGJR: It's like I said, I've got this tournament...

[The Oklahoma Orthodontist pats the black duffel bag]

PGJR: in the bag!

[The screen fades out.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

SMITH:  Caleb Foley clinches the second spot from Group A and then gets called names
by Pat Gordon Jr!

CONLON:  Do you think this means Gordon sees Foley as a potential problem?

SMITH:  Could be. Of course, it could also be that he is dismissing Foley and let's
be honest that is the book on Foley.

CONLON:  What do you mean?

SMITH:  Great qualifier, but no follow through. We've all heard the jokes being told
about Foley and the World Title.

CONLON:  No, I've never heard them.

SMITH:  Exactly.  (Begins laughing)

CONLON:  Well before Gorilal starts his next comedy routine, let's discuss the next
match on tap between Gordon Gaines and Steve Dann.

SMITH:  The Fat Man!!!

CONLON:  Indeed!

SMITH:  You have to love a guy who owns what peopel would see as a negative in him.
He's cocky and that works for him.

CONLON:  Gaines has the added benefit of being mentored by the Son of Malta. Will
that translate to a victory?

SMITH:  Well we heard Malta's challenge of winning in under five minutes, but Steve
Dann isn't an easy take out, even if you had three times that time.

CONLON:  Well let's see what happens when Gaines and Dann get in the ring!  Roll that
footage!







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[The video footage begins playing as Gordon Gaines dodges a corner rush by Steve Dann, who
hits the turnbuckles hard andbounces back toward Gaines. Gordon hears instructions from Son
of Malta and immediately grabs him in a side headlock as the fans erupt.]

CHANEY:  THE SATAN OF SIDE HEADLOCKS!!! Gaines has learned yet another new trick!

WATTERS:  He's been full of surprises tonight and Dann has not been able to keep up
as well as I had hoped.

CHANEY:  His size has kept this one tight.

WATTERS:  True, but Gaines has vastly improved his grappling.

[Gaines has a smile of accomplishment on his face as he holds that side headlock as tight as
he can to cut Dann's oxygen off and take him down. The fans are cheering loudly as Dann's
arms aren't flailing as they were at first.]

CHANEY:  Steve Dann in serious trouble now! That headlock doing its job.

WATTERS:  The Son of Malta has used this for years and now he has passed it on. Very
dangerous hold!

CHANEY:  The referee is starting to look at Dann seriously.

WATTERS:  The Fat Man's fat wife seems to be warming up for her solo.

[Dann suddenly grabs Gaines around the waist andlifts him to the air with a side slam to
break the hold. Malta smacks his hand on the ring apron in anger at the reversal.]

CHANEY:  SIDE SLAM BY STEVE DANN!!!

WATTERS:  Once again, if you have EVER doubted, size truly DOES matter! (chuckles)

CHANEY:  Steve Dann's massive size saved him from losing this match. He powered
through thathold to get that slam.

WATTERS:  Yes he did and you have to admit that was impressive as it looked like
Gaines had it cinched in really well.

[Dann gets to his feet and drops another elbow on top of Gaines' back just as he was
starting to stand. Both men hit the canvas and Gaines quickly reaches to hold his ribs. Dann
gets to his feet and again holds his arms out to get a reaction from the crowd.]

CHANEY:  Elbow drop by Steve Dann and now the fans are seeing just how agile the big
man can be!

WATTERS:  Drink it in people! The Fat Man can do anything it seems!

CHANEY:  I hate to admit it, but I doubt people really understand just how quick Dann
is on his feet for someone of his girth.

WATTERS:  He's a physical specimen for sure. Not one for nude modeling or anything,
but definitely someone you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley.

[Dann waits as Gaines slowly pulls himself up. Dann has begun jawing at Son of Malta,
telling him how little his training has been effective against the fat man. Malta ignores
him and tells Gordon to get up. Just as Gaines gets to his feet, Dann attacks with a two-
handed throat jab that drops Gordon back to the corner.]

CHANEY:  TWO HANDED THROAT JAB BY DANN!!!  Isn't that illegal?

WATTERS:  Not completely. Dann did it correctly, but if he had led with the thumbs,
then it is an illegal blow.

CHANEY:  That is a little distinction.

WATTERS:  Sometimes that is all the difference it takes. Dann knows what he is doing
in there.

[Dann again taunts Malta and then rushes in for an avalanche in the corner and that sends
Gaines to the canvas completely. Dann pulls Gaines up and whips him into the ropes, but
misses a lariat due to Gaines ducking. Gordon rebounds and manages to spear Dann's left knee
out from under him and the big man went down hard.]

CHANEY:  GAINES WITH A DUCK AND THEN HE TAKES OUT THE LEFT LEG!!!  What a turnabout!

WATTERS:  I'm speechless!

CHANEY:  Really?

WATTERS:  Yes! That shouldn't happen like that! That could have and should have been
the end of this match!

[Gaines wastes no time in grabbing the massive legs of Dann and contorting them into the
modified cloverleaf he recently learned from his mentor. He turns it over and leans back to
add torque to the hold as Dan suddenly begins to hit the canvas furiously with his hand,
giving it up.]

CHANEY:  HE TAPPED OUT!!! HE TAPPED OUT!!! GAINES LOCKED ON "THE MALTESE CLOVER" AND
THIS ONE IS OVER!!!

WATTERS:  I cannot believe what I'm seeing!

CHANEY:  Gordon Gaines with an amazing victory as he tapped out Steve Dann!!

WATTERS:  Even I am shocked at how well Gaines has listened to the Son of Malta!

[Malta enters the ring and lifts Gaines' hand in victory. The crowd begins chanting for
Gaines as he celebrates the victory with his mentor.]

CHANEY:  He isn't smiling, but you can see the pride on the Son of Maltas face as
Gaines raises his arms to this adoring crowd!

WATTERS:  I just wish he would take Gaines out and be who we know him to be!

CHANEY:  He likes the kid, Larry.

WATTERS:  Never let how you feel about somebody take you away from being the wrecking
ball you know you can be. Those are words to live by, Chaney!

[The screen fades to black.]







[We cut backstage the SCW Arena.   Sitting in an empty locker room is the man set to do
battle with the chosen one later tonight, Pat Gordon Jr.    "The Legend" Sean Darring is
already dressed...   His boots are laced.   He looks down thinking through playing through
possible scenarios.   The scars on his forehead tell a story of those great matches in the
past.  They tell the years, traveled roads, and legacy.   Finally, the Legend turns towards
the camera and begins to speak.]

LSD:  They say this is a young man's game.   At times, I can't say I disagree.
However,  I think I have bucked the odds just a little bit.   Tonight is the night all the
critics have been talking about since the group stages have been released.

[The Legend slowly nods.]

LSD:  What will happen when the great Pat Gordon Jr and the ol' savvy legend steps
inside the ring in the group of death?

[The Legend playfully shrugs with the question.]

LSD:  Pat Gordon Jr has won match after match.  He has looked like the top dog
winning matches decisively.   On the other hand,  I tripped up having a time limit draw.
And, let's call a spade a spade, I haven't looked like a million bucks fighting my way to
tonight.

[The Legend gives a "yikes" look.]

LSD:  However, the young men have allowed the ol' savvy legend to stick around.   You
didn't finish me and eliminate me when the ring rust was there.   You didn't take advantage
of the missteps.   Instead, here we are the Chosen One versus The Legend for the top spot
leaving the group of death right here in The Phoenix!

[Excitement in the Legend's voice.]

LSD: A fitting place for such a fitting moment.   Because tonight it's time to remind
the world that some of us aren't dead yet.   Just like the Phoenix, my legacy will rise from
the ashes and burn bright once again.   This half-broken body is ready for one final
journey.   The life support has been pulled and I am still standing.

[The Legend rises to his feet as he speaks.]

LSD:  Pat Gordon Jr things have been a little too easy around here for you.   It's
been all fun and games up to this point.   You want to talk about old folk's homes and
walkers.   Let me ask you this.   How's it going to look when that old man makes you slap
that hand on the mat tapping out in front of the world?   The fun doesn't last forever.
Tonight, you have the ol' savvy dog in survival mode backed in a corner.   I know the odds
are against me.   Pat Gordon Jr isn't just good.

No, he is great.

[A pause to let that sink in.]

LSD:  Rule one in being great.  You never let the smarter man stick around.    You
never let the old veterans that know every trick in the book continue to have a chance.

Tonight, I will make you pay.

Tonight, even if it's for one night - this once great wrestler will stand toe-to-toe with
the best in-game today.

[Big Legend grin.]

LSD:  Pat Gordon Jr, night's like tonight is what is remembered when we are done.
Night's like tonight are what we live for.    It's what legacies are built on.    It's a big
night tonight.   There is an exciting cage match later in the night, but make no mistake all
eyes will be on us.

And when it's done they will be talking about how the Legend taught the Chosen One a lesson-

That champions come and go.

Legends they are forever!

[Cut.]







[We cut backstage to the SCW banner and standing in front of it is the Pirate of Bling, in
his wrestling gear, and Tony Sweat, in faded blue jeans & a Hawaiian shirt open to his
navel, aka.. SWEATY BLING! Tony is holding a white towel in his hands.]

TPOB: Ahoy, me Hearties!

[Bling flashes a sinister smile while Sweat nods his head with gusto and droplets of sweat
are flying through the air.]

TPOB: Tonight I will be stepping in the ring against that bilge-sucking Masked
Wingman! Yo Ho Ho! Wingman, You son of a biscuit eater, I can't wait to heave ho into the
ring and cleave you to the brisket, ye scallywag! But, since this is no ordinary contest
between fighting men, we be having these things involved too for reasons no doubt to
horswaggle Tony and I of victory here!

[Bling points to the towel that Sweat holds up. The towel is looking damp because the man
holding it is pouring sweat non-stop onto it.]

TS: These scammers, man! They'll do ANYTHING to cheat us out of what is ours! Women!
Gold!

[Tony's face contorts in anger.]

TS: I just want to punch those masked guys in the face...

[He starts punching in the air while holding the towel, sending sweat flying everywhere!
Bling is being covered in it, the camera is getting droplets on it, everything!]

TS: AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!

[Tony's body heaves up and down from the air punches, sweat running like a fountain off the
tall tanned man. Bling shivers in revulsion for a moment at being covered in his tag team
partner's sweat but then takes a deep breath and motions for the towel. Tony looks confused
but hands the Englishman the towel. The Pirate wipes Tony's sweat off of his face and arms
before handing it back to his tag partner with a nod.]

TPOB: Well guess what, Tony? Avast ye at this!  Their plans are not going to work!
I've got the hempen halter and soon Wingman will be hangin' from the yardarm! Nothing will
be standing in between us and that booty, ye hear?!

TS: Yeah! Don't try to stop us chasing after the skirts!

TPOB: Victory will be ours tonight in this towel match and...

[He eyes the damp wet towel in Tony's hand with a mischievous look, as if an idea has
arrived to him.]

TPOB: We shall do it by the SWEAT..of our brows! ARRRRRRGHHHH!

[He strikes a pirate pose while Tony makes a "tough guy" expression before we cut away.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith and both
men are laughing after seeing the previous segment.]

CONLON:  Those two are funny in a cracked up kind of way.

SMITH:  That entire situation is both funny and frightning! These guys all seem a
little cartoonish and yet every one of them is skilled and dangerous in the ring.

CONLON:  Even Tony?

SMITH:  Especially Tony. The guy could literally be untouchable with this sweat
issue!

CONLON: Speaking of emerging strength, how about Gordon Gaines tapping out Steve
Dann!

SMITH:  I was surprised that it ended that way, and even more hocked that it happened
in about four minutes!

CONLON:  Gaines seems to be learning from the Son of Malta and the sky could be the
limit for him!

SMITH:  If he continues on this path, he will work his way into contendership for
certain!

CONLON:  Fans, we have coem to the final match from Group D.

SMITH:  The Group of Death!

CONLON:  It really has been and the group saw both Bam Markham and Michael Wilson
fail in advancing as  both Sean Darring and Pat Gordon Jr emerged as the strongest
candidates.

SMITH:  Tonight, the Group D qualifiers gain their pecking order!

CONLON:  Darring versus Gordon! Winner is top spot in Group D!

SMITH:  This one is two vetersn ready to go at it. In the end, El Gringo Loco may be
the difference maker!

CONLON:  We'll find out as former World Champions collide! Let's go to the footage of
teh Group D final!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]










[The match footage begins as Darring is working over Pat Gordon, Junior, who is already
bleeding, outside the ring. The Legend gives Gordon a snap suplex onto the ringside floor!
The referee is inside the ring, counting them both out.]

WATTERS:  I love seeing this fire in Darring, but nothing is won out there!

FOUR!

GORDON:  Darring is just taking advantage of Gordon pinging off that ring post moments ago.

FIVE!

WATTERS:  That should have ended the match.

CHANEY:  He charged at Darring, was he supposed to stand there and get hit?

SIX!

[Gordon slithers over to the ringpost so he can use it to pull himself up. Sean Darring goes
after him, but PGJR catches him with a boot to the breadbasket. The Oklahoma Orthodontist
grabs the Legend by the waistband and pulls on it, sending him face-first into the
ringpost!]

SEVEN!

WATTERS:  GORDON STILL FIGHTING!!!

EIGHT!

CHANEY:  This needs to be back in the ring.

[Gordon gets back to his feet and rolls into the ring. The referee breaks his count to check
on him.]

WATTERS:  He got back in!

CHANEY:  And brokethe count up in the process. You think he intended to give new life
to Darring out there?

WATTERS:  Probably not. However, I don't think he fully knows what is happening after
that shot to the ring post.

[The referee starts his count again with Sean Darring lying on the floor mats, holding his
head. Blood is now starting to drip from Sean's forehead, as well.]

CHANEY:  Darring is bleeding out there and I don't think anybody anticipated such a
violent match tonight, Larry

WATTERS:  This is Texas, Chaney! You get shot just trying to get INTO this state for
crying out loud. Of course we do violence here!

CHANEY:  That wasn't what I meant.

WATTERS:  I don't care! My point is valid!

[At the count of five, Darring grabs the ringpost and uses it to pull himself back to his
feet. He grabs the middle rope and climbs to the apron. Pat Gordon, Jr comes after him, but
Sean counters with a shoulder to the gut. Sean grabs him by the head and drops him with a
spinning front face DDT over the middle rope! Darring slides back into the ring and makes
the pin.]

CHANEY:  DARRING WITH A DDT AND THE CROWD IS SHOCKED!!!

WATTERS:  He's got a cover!

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CHANEY:  Gordon escaped there and these two continue in their struggle for the top
spot in Group D!!!

WATTERS:  The group of death has lived up to its nickname for sure tonight.

CHANEY:  Certainly has, Larry. Darring has caught his second wind and Gordon is
struggling to find any counters to this offense now!

WATTERS:  This is Darring as we all know him. He is ruthless in the ring with the
technical savvy to tear you limb from limb.

[Sean Darring fires off a couple of punches to the cut on the Muskogee Mauler's head, making
it bleed a little worse. Then he goes after Gordon's legs, slapping on the figure four leg
lock! Pat Gordon, Junior is writhing in pain.]

CHANEY:  FIGURE FOUR BY DARRING!!!

WATTERS:  As if the bleeding from the head isn't enough, now Darring has the legs in
trouble!

CHANEY:  Gordon is no spring chicken either, and yet Darring is twisting him at will!

WATTERS:  It wouldn't surprise me if Gordon has a concussion right now. It woudl
explain Darring so easily working him over right now.

[The referee asks Gordon if he wants to submit, but he shakes his head no. Pat's back falls
flush against the canvas, and both of his shoulders are down.]

CHANEY:  Darring continues working that figure four and Gordon's shoulders are down!

WATTERS:  NO!

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CHANEY:  Gordon gets his shoulders up, but you can see him wearing down.

WATTERS:  Once his head gets un-tangled in there, the hardest working man in
wrestling will get out of this hold.

CHANEY:  What if he doesn't?

WATTERS:  His skill will take over. Nobody can truly outwrestle Gordon in the ring. I
don't care who it is, even one of the greatest legends ever like Darring. Nobody can do
outwrestle him, period.

[PGJR sits up so that both of his shoulders are off the mat. It isn't long before he's on
his back again. He rolls onto his side a bit to avoid another pinfall attempt. Gordon is
still howling in pain. He accuses Sean Darring of using some kind of unfair leverage. Even
though Darring is in the middle of the ring, the referee checks, at Junior's insistence.]

CHANEY:  Gordon going the latino heat direction and trying to blame Darring for
infractions that didn't happen.

WATTERS:  You aren't in there, Chaney! You can't say it didn't happen.

CHANEY:  We have monitors and are sitting at ringside, Larry. I'm not blind!

WATTERS:  Just slanted.

[The wily coyote he is, El Gringo Loco uses the referee's back being turned as an
opportunity to slide the handle of his cane into the ring. Gordon latches on, and EGL drags
him close enough to grab the middle rope.]

CHANEY:  NOW THAT IS CHEATING RIGHT THERE!!!

WATTERS:  That is a good manager, Chaney!

EGL: Mira! Mira!

CHANEY:  El Gringo Loco literally saved Gordon right there, Larry! That should force
him to be ejected from ringside!

WATTERS:  The referee didn't see it and therefore cannot rule on it. You know how
that works!

[The leader of the Loco Cartel jumps up and down, shouting frantically to get the referee's
attention. He points to the Oklahoma Orthodontist holding the bottom rope. The referee calls
for the break. Darring is a bit slow in releasing the hold, so the referee counts until the
figure four leg lock is relinquished.]

CHANEY:  Darring let's go of the hold at the referee's urging.

WATTERS:  But he didn't want to! The old Darring would have dared the referee to
actually lay hands on him to break that hold. This version just isn't quite as ruthless.

CHANEY:  And that is a bad thing?

WATTERS:  If he wants another chance at title glory? Yes, it is.

[Pat Gordon, Junior is finally free from the figure four. Darring brings him back to his
feet and ushers him to the corner. He smashes Gordon's head into the turnbuckle and then
hoists him up, setting Gordon onto the top rope.]

CHANEY:  Darring setting up for something on that top turnbuckle.

WATTERS:  It's a pretty dangerous place to be regardless of your level of skill.

CHANEY:  I hate agreeing with you, but Darring has always known what he is doing in
the squared circle.

WATTERS:  But has he faced someone like Gordon, who can match him hold for hold?

[Darring climbs up, but PGJR fights back with a couple of fists to the midsection. The
Legend returns fire, regaining the advantage. He locks up and sends Junior crashing onto the
canvas with a devastating superplex! Darring makes the cover.]

CHANEY:  SUPERPLEX BY DARRING!!!!

WATTERS:  HE HOOKS A LEG!!!

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CHANEY:  GORDON ESCAPES BY THE THINNEST OF MARGINS!!!

WATTERS:  That was way too close for comfort, Chaney!

CHANEY:  Sean Darring is in total control and Gordon's grasp on Group D is slipping
away!

WATTERS:  Don't call it yet. He is far from finished.

[Pat Gordon, Junior gets his shoulder up! Sean peels the Muskogee Mauler off the mat and
whips him into the ropes. However, Pat Gordon, Junior slaps on the sleeper hold on the
return!]

CHANEY:  GORDON REVERSES INTO A SLEEPER HOLD!!!

WATTERS:  I told you so!

CHANEY:  You love saying that, don't you?

WATTERS:  Gordon is the hardest working man in wrestling for a reason. You cannot
keep him down for very long at all.

[Sean Darring fights to stay conscious. He grabs the top of Junior's head and drops down,
breaking the hold with a jawbreaker. The Oklahoma Orthodontist checks his dental work, as
Darring is slow to get back to his feet. The Legend eventually does get back to a vertical
base and goes after PGJR, only to receive a knee to the stomach for his troubles. Gordon
follows up with a butterfly suplex into a bridge.]

CHANEY:  DARRING TRIES TO FIGHT OUT, BUT GORDON SUPLEXES INTO A PIN!!!

WATTERS:  YES!!!

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CHANEY:  DARRING KICKS OUT!!!

WATTERS:  But it wasn't with authority. Gordon is wearing The Legend down now as
well.

CHANEY:  You may be right.

WATTERS:  I know I am!

[Darring kicks out, but the Muskogee Mauler now has the upper hand. El Gringo Loco unzips
the black duffel bag and pulls out a steel chair! He slides it into the ring.]

CHANEY:  Gringo Loco produces a steel chair!

WATTERS:  This doesn't look good for Darring!

EGL: Plan B!

CHANEY:  I think that they are just wanting to make sure Gordon stays atop the group
no matter what.

WATTERS:  That should be the goal.

[Gordon picks up the chair and waits for Darring to stand up. He swings it, right in full
view of the referee. He swings the chair, but Darring ducks and counters with a hangman's
neckbreaker! Gordon grabs onto his neck and rolls out of the ring.]

EGL: Vamos! Plan C! Let's go!

CHANEY:  HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER BY DARRING AND GRINGO LOCO SIGNALS RETREAT!

WATTERS:  When in doubt, just pull a walkout. It always works when you want to lose
without hurting yourself.

CHANEY:  When do people desire to lose? That is surprising.

WATTERS:  A clean loss hurts, a countout on the other hand, he stays Group D winner.

[EGL grabs PGJR and they start backing up the ramp, content on losing the match by countout.
This way, Sean Darring still doesn't get enough points to overcome Gordon at the top of the
group of death, a fact that does not sit well with the fans, who let the boos ring out in
full force.]

CHANEY:  Look at that, he is celebrating already and the referee has only srated
counting.

WATTERS:  He knows ow this works out, and so do you, Chaney.

CHANEY:  Doesn' tmake it right.

WATTERS:  Who cares about that?

[Those boos turn to cheers as Darring rushes out of the ring and grabs Gordon from behins by
the head, yanking him back toward the ring. Gringo Loco attempts to intervene, but is shoved
to the floor by Darring, who looks as angry as ever.]

CHANEY:  DARRING IS GOING AFTER GORDON TO GET HIM BACK IN THE RING!!!

WATTERS:  Now THAT is a travesty. He should be content to get a victory.

CHANEY:  Not if it keeps him from a chance at the top of the group!

WATTERS:  Whatever. Gift horses should never be stared at for too long, Chaney.

[Darring rolls Gordon back under the bottom rope and follows right behind. Wasting no time
with such an advantage, Darring locks on the Legend Lock, and Gordon has no choice but to
tap out! The referee calls for the bell and the crowd erupts.]

CHANEY:  LEGEND LOCK HAS IT!!!

WATTERS:  This should have an asterick next to it for sure.

CHANEY:  Darring has knocked off Pat Gordon Jr and wins Group D!

WATTERS:  Gringo Loco ig pissed in the aisle, and he should be!

[Darring gets to his feet and raises his arm in victory as teh crowd erupts.]

CHANEY:  Darring is now arguably the top seed in the tournament after this one.

WATTERS:  These quarterfinals will be interesting, to say the least.

[Fade to black.]







[The feed cuts to footage captured backstage, and obviously by accident, if the slightly
disadvantageous and distant viewpoint is any indication. Even still, whoever shot the scene
had the good sense to not only keep filming, but take cover behind a pillar, so as to not
make their presence entirely evident to the four people standing a few feet ahead, and whose
voices now drift towards the concealed camera-person.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: Mr. Informer...

THE INFORMER: Evenin', Miz D.

[Despite the less than ideal vantage point, the camera still manages to put across most of
Lexi's dazzling smile as she gently scolds.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: Mr. Informer...I thought I'd told you to call me Lexi.

[The Informer, appearing less flustered and more composed than normal in the presence of
Border Control's manager, simply nods.]

THE INFORMER: Right...Lexi.

[It is Lexi's turn to nod, her tone taking on a significantly more professional note as she
inquires.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: Did you manage to get what we agreed on?

[The Informer nods once more.]

THE INFORMER: Yes. I put it on YouTube. Set to private. Sent you a link on Twitter DM
last night.

[Lexi smiles again, more of a grin this time.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: I know. I saw it. I was testing you, Mr. Informer. And I'm happy to
say, you passed. You've shown me that you can be trusted.

[The Georgian's smile once again gains wattage as she adds.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: The money will be transferred into your account tomorrow.

[Darlington reaches in once again, this time to place a hand on The Informer's shoulder.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: Pleasure doing business with you.

[Then, with a gesture for her two Border Control acolytes to follow, she strides
purposefully down the hallway. Washington and Lincoln pause just long enough to give The
Informer pats on the shoulder of their own before following their manager out of frame, As
for the SCW backstage interviewer, he stands rooted to the spot for a moment, taking stock
of what just transpired, before heading the other way, with an expression of quiet pride on
his features. With nothing left to film, the hidden cameraman then turns off their
apparatus, ending the footage. A moment later, the feed returns to the studio, and SCW's
resident announcer duo...]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

SMITH:  That Border Control team is interesting and follows in the long tradition of
great tag teams with strong female managers.

CONLON:  You know a bit about that, right Gorilla?

SMITH:  Back in my heyday, we had to deal with the Perfectly Perfect Duo and their
manager "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins. She was the scariest mix of beauty and brains with a
strong hint of ruthless mixed in for good measure.

CONLON:  You see Lexi in that same vein?

SMITH:  I do.....and perhaps a tad more ruthless, if I must be honest.

CONLON:  Well staying within the tag division is our next singles match pitting the
Pirate of Bling against the Masked Wingman.

SMITH:  These two teams nearly tore down funky town a month ago and then got into a
battle at the last Rampage, forcing this interesting "partner's choice" match.

CONLON:  The man's respective partners will ave towells they can throw in shoudl they
want to save their partners from a beating. The question is whether or not either man will
actually do it.

SMITH:  In a tag team situation, you have to turst you partner. I honestly don't see
either man throwing it in.

CONLON:  Well let's see how it happened as we head to the video footage!







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[The video footage begins as Masked Wingman Has a side headlock on The Pirate of Bling, then
he transitions into an Irish whip, nailing the Pirate with a standing side kick as he
rebounds off the ropes.]

CHANEY:  Masked WIngam continues to be in control of this one and the Pirate eats
another standing side kick.

WATTERS:  It is almost like he only knows this move well as he has nailed it five or
six times.

CHANEY:  The Pirate ought to know it is coming then, but if he doesn't catch what is
coming his way, doesn't he deserve to get smacked with it?

WATTERS:  That may be the first good point you have ever made, Chaney!

[In the background, we see Tony Sweat taking the towell of fhis neck and wringing it out at
ringside. The fans are actually looking disgusted by the amount of moisture that comes out.
In the ring, the Masked Wingman has hold of the Pirate's left leg and drives the knee into
the canvas multiple times.]

CHANEY:  Wingman taking that knee and driving it over and over into the canvas.

WATTERS:  He is trying to injure the Pirate of Bling! That is treachery!

CHANEY:  That is technical wrestling! Perhaps if he gets all the sweat out of the
towell, Tony might throw it in and save his partner's legs!

WATTERS:  That isn't happening.

[Wingman sets up the Pirate for a slingshot into the corner, Pirate hits his head on the
ring post and falls back to the mat as the fans erupte. on the opposite side of the ring, we
see Masked Maniac showing off the "towell dog" to a young brunetter at ringside, obviously
doing more flirting that watching the match.]

CHANEY:  SLINGSHOT BY WINGMAN!!! The Pirate's head hit the ringpost as if it was
magnetically drawn to it!

WATTERS:  Looks like Maniac is using his magnetism as well out at ringside. At least
Tony is paying attention.

CHANEY:  He knows his partner is in control and no reason to worry. But don't mistake
that for not knowing what is going on.

WATTERS:  Yeah, sure.

[Wingman goes to pull the Pirate up, but the swashbuckler jabs him in the throat and Wingman
stumbles backward. Tony Sweat wrings another several ounces of moisture from his towell at
ringside and the fans groan in reaction.]

CHANEY:  PIRATE OF BLING WITH A JAB TO THE THROAT!

WATTERS:  Turning the tide, baby! Love it!

CHANEY:  You would!

WATTERS:  You do what it takes to win, Chaney. At what point is acting nice and
losing worthwhile? I have never understood that thinking.

[The Pirate pulls himself up and catches the punch thrown by Wingman, then grabs him quickly
for a textbook fall-away slam. Pirate yells down to Maniac and tells him he should throw the
towEll in for his bro, but Wingman waves him off as he continues hitting on the ladies at
ringside.]

CHANEY:  PIRATE OF bLING HAS TURNED THE TIDE!

WATTERS:  And he is letting Maniac know about it, but the ladies man doesn't want to
hear it. That isn't teamwork there.

CHANEY:  Like I said, he knows the situation. If he seriously thought there was
danger, he would be over there in a heartbeat.

WATTERS:  If you say so.

[The Pirate pulls Wingman up and gets him in position for a vertical suplex lift, but he
transitions it around on the lift and drops Wingman's back right over his knee. The crowd
groans as the impact occurs.]

CHANEY:  NASTY BACKBREAKER BY PIRATE!!!!

WATTERS:  BLINGY WITH THE PIN!

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CHANEY:  Wingman escapes at the last moment and the fans love it!

WATTERS:  It looks like Tony Sweat is happy about his partner's advantage.

CHANEY:  He's trying to do the same thign you were rantin gon Maniac about!

WATTERS:  He's just discussing things, not flirting.

[Tony Sweat seems to be bragging about his partner and tries to talk to a lady at ringside,
but the moment he turns to say something else, a large wave of sweat flies off his head and
drenches the lady as if standing at an amusement park bridge near a log ride.]

CHANEY:  ANNNNND the flirting is over!

WATTERS:  That is very disgusting even for Tony. I...uh...have no words.

[In the ring, the Pirate again goes for an Irish whip only to drop his head too quickly and
eat a snap DDT from Wingman.]

CHANEY:  DDT FROM MASKED WINGMAN!!!

WATTERS:  Wingman starts to hook a leg, but sees Tony Sweat and gets to his feet.

CHANEY:  Wingman yells for Maniac and the chase is on!

WATTERS:  This won't end well!

[Maniac notices Tony starting to get in the ring and takes off after him. The two begin
running around the ring. Maniac slips on some residual sweat and loses the handle on his
towell dog. The fumble into the air is shocking as it lands in Tony's hands. In the ring,
Wingman lands a chokeslam on the Pirate of Bling.]

CHANEY:  CHOKESLAM BY THE WINGMAN!!!

WATTERS:  He's just not finishing as well. You have to thnk that havign to go all out
the entire match is taking its toll on both of these guys.

CHANEY:  Teag team wrestlers do struggle with such issues, I would imagine.

WATTERS:  You are damn right. You are used to getting rests durign the match by being
outside the action for a time.

[Tony throws the towell dog into the air to get Maniac off his trail. In the ring, Wingman
hits a bodyslam, followed by an elbow drop to the sternum of the Pirate.]

CHANEY:  Those two are still chasing each other and that dog has finally gotten back
into the hands of its owner as Pirate eats an elbow drop from Wingman.

WATTERS:  More action outside the ring than in it! That is really something
different, but does anything these two teams do really surprise you?.

CHANEY:  At this point, not really.

WATTERS:  Tony starting to give the business to wingman.

[Tony starts jawing at Wingman and the masked bro looks over just in time to get snapped in
the face by the extremely wet towell of Tony Sweat! The referee missed it completely as
WIngman stumbles back into the arms of the Pirate of Bling and a roll-up.]

CHANEY:  TONY SWEAT SNAPS THE TOWELL IN WINGMAN'S FACE AND PIRATE OF BLINGS ROLLS HIM
UP!!!

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THHHHRRRRRRREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WATTERS:  YES!!! PIRATE OF BLING WINS THE MATCH!!!

CHANEY:  Due to help from his teammate! One could say that was illegal.

WATTERS:  If the referee didn't see it. I'm a damn broken record on this tonight.
Leanr the lesson already Chaney!

[The bell rings, but Wingman is up and drops the Pirate with a clothesline before grabbing
him and throwing him over the top rope. Maniac is nowhere near the ring as he sits on the
outside holding his towell dog, whose facepaint was obviously messed up by the moisture of
Tony Sweat's hands.]

CHANEY:  Looks like Towell Dog has had some problems with the acidic levels of Tony's
sweat.

WATTERS:  That entire sentence is offensive.

[The crowd cheers as Wingman stands tall and Sweaty Bling backs up the aisle. Maniac
continues yelling "NOOOOO!" as he stares down to the towell dog.]

CHANEY:  Fans this is far from over between these two teams and now Maniac has the
added level of issue due to the towell dog.

WATTERS:  If that becomes an issue, this will take a new level of crazy.

CHANEY:  It doesnt have to make sense to you, Larry. Maniac is traumatized it seems.

WATTERS:  I could think of other words to describe that fruitcake!

[Fade to black.]







[Back in the interview area, Tommy Gordon is standing by with El Gringo Loco and the SCW
Lonestar Tag Team Champions, Las Preguntas, flanking him on either side. EGL is wearing both
of the title belts around his waist. Behind them is a the SCW logo.]

GORDON: Hello, SCW fans, I'm here with the boss of the Cartel, El Gringo Loco, and
the Lonestar Tag Team Champions, Las Preguntas. Everybody knows that SCW has the most
competitive tag team division in professional wrestling today, and Las Preguntas are right
at the top of it. You must be pleased about that, El Gringo Loco.

EGL: Tommy Gordon, no hay duda de que la division de equipos here in SCW is the best
and world, and Las Preguntas are the Lonestar Tag Team Champions. That makes them the number
one tag team in the entire world! Numero uno!

Now, every week I am inundated with letters and emails and emails saying, "Quienes? Quienes
son Las Preguntas? Who are Las Preguntas?" Do you know?

GORDON: I don't know. Do you know?

EGL: Si, claro! Of course I know!

GORDON: Who are they?

EGL: Mind your own business! The only thing I will say is that they are dos hijos de
dos leyendas de la lucha libre... two sons of two professional wrestling legends! And they
are here to dominate the Lonestar Tag Team division and do whatever I tell them to do.

GORDON: Speaking of them doing whatever you tell them to do, El Gringo Loco, tonight
they'll be putting the Lonestar Tag Team Titles on the line in a handicap match against "The
Scottish Terrier" Davey-Boy O'Brien. Is this your way of taking revenge on him for refusing
your invitation to join the Cartel?

EGL: Esa es la verdad, Tommy Gordon, that is the truth. Davey-Boy O'Brien, I offered
you la oportunidad of a lifetime... a lifetime! I offered you the chance to join the Cartel.
I even gave you a very expensive gift, and you spat in my face! Well, esta noche, you will
have una otra oportunidad of a lifetime when you challenge for the SCW Lonestar Campeonatos.
Pero... Las Preguntas will make an example out of you and show everyone that you don't go
against the Cartel.

Nunca! Nunca, nunca, nunca!

[The exit as the screen fades.]







[The screen shows "Big Kid" Chris Smith standing alone in front of the SCW Logo in the
interview area.]

SMITH:  Tripp Skylark, you need to be grounded.  Not only in the ring, but
outside.  Your lifestyle sets an awful example to the youth of America.  Canada may've
legalized your go-to drug, so why don't you move there instead of polluting our air with
fumes and poisoning our young fans' minds with your delusions and poor choices?

SMITH:  Nothing's serious to you, is it?  Turn up, out of your mind and not a
care in the world.  You don't live in the real world.  You live in YOUR own world and to
hell with what anyone else thinks, laughing mindlessly and endlessly for inexplicable
reasons.

SMITH:  The gateway drug.  How long is it before your showing up to the arena
on 'Legend' Sean Darring or white Coca-Cola?

SMITH:  You need to have your wings clipped.

SMITH:  You need to be put in your place.

SMITH:  I'm going to be the one that does it..

SMITH:  I'm going to do it for me, SCW and society.

SMITH:  My name's Chris Smith...

SMITH:  And I'm doing it for the kids.

[He walks off as the screen fades.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

CONLON:  The Pirate of Bling is victorious, Chris Smith is doing his thing for the
kids, and Davey-Boy looks to be in for a lot of pain after hearing what El Gringo Loco had
to say.

SMITH:  I'm not surprised about the Pirate winning the match. I was surprised that
Tony Sweat used the nastiest, wettest, towell snap in history to help hsi partner get that
victory.

CONLON:  And you know the Masked Bros won't let that sit.

SMITH:  No doubt. They don't like losing, especially to those two.

CONLON:  And speaking of teams that hate to lose, is there any chance Las Preguntas
taste defeat tonight?

SMITH:  I'd like to try and say Davey-boy's pluck and drive will sevre him well, but
he is in against the Lonetar Tag Team Champions and their devious manager.

CONLON:  So, its a tall order?

SMITH:  It's equal to climbing Mt. Everest in my mind, Stan. Can he do it? Of course
as anythign can happen on any given day.....but.....I'm doubtful.

CONLON:  The statement of anything can happen definitely applies to this next match
as last Rampage the Prague Drinking Team was hosting some VIPs in an upper room of the
Phoenix Arena and having a good time when the Health Fanatics came up.

SMITH:  And when Somner and Matthews walk in and see the drinking and carousing,
their inner health trainer kicked in and they began to berate Skala and Bosko for allowing
these important men to be tempered with such livation.

CONLON:  And as it always does with these four men, tempers flared and a brawl browk
out.

SMITH:  We were actually lucky security was on such high alert that night because a
VIP could have gotten hurt in the fight.

CONLON:  Luckily noone was seriously injured, but it led to a match being put on the
docket between these two teams.

SMITH:  And they know each other very well with a ong history of crossing paths in
the ring.

CONLON:  So how does this latest installment play out? Let's go to the footage and
find out!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]








[The video footage begins as Damon Somner has Josef Skala grounded in a reverse chinlock.]

CHANEY:  Up until now, I'd say this match has been fairly, though if it were on
points, I believe Prague Drinking Team have just shaded it.

WATTERS:  Please!  What match have you been watching?

CHANEY:  The same one as you.

WATTERS:  Obviously not.  Yes, Prague Drinking Team stormed out of the blocks, but
Matthews enjoyed a lot of success against Skala while Bosko stood there, too scared to move
and Somner is the classiest wrestler in this match.  Don't be taken in by two, three big
moves, Chaney.

[The never-ending reverse chinlock is brought to an abrupt halt by a now standing Skala, who
converts it into a belly-to-back suplex.]

CHANEY:  Like that one, for instance?

WATTERS:  My point exactly.

[The referee count reaches four and it's Josef Skala that squashes it, but rather than head
home to tag in an eagerly-awaiting Jan Bokso, he takes the shorter trip to a neutral corner,
presumably for a high-risk and high-reward situation that he may or may not have truly
analyzed.]

CHANEY:  What does Skala have in mind here?  Somersault leg drop...

[Somner rolls away half a second before the Czech cannonball would have surely hurt him and
lives to fight on longer.]

WATTERS:  Skala never has anything in mind, Chaney.  You need a mind to start with.

[Damon isn't messing around here:  He takes Josef over with a textbook snap mare and doles
out an enzui lariat with some meat on the bone.  Apparently, he's not done there.  He
rapidly rebounds off the eastern set of ropes and then heads west, not Hank Wright style,
attempting to take Skala's head off with a penalty kick.]

CHANEY:  Misses with the punt.

WATTERS:  Maybe there's half a brain in there.  There wouldn't have been if that had
landed.

CHANEY:  Drop toehold by Skala!  I wasn't expecting that.

WATTERS:  Neither was I!  He's making it up while drunk, he must be.  That's the
first wrestling move he's done in his life...

CHANEY:  Make that two as Skala transitions into a front facelock.

WATTERS:  Five-year-olds know how to do that, Chaney.

CHANEY:  Snap suplex!  That is definitely in Prague Drinking Team's playbook.

[Skala elects not to go for a cover and hauls Damon up into an airplane spin position,
rotating four, five, half a dozen times.]

WATTERS:  Watch Matthews!

CHANEY:  SPEAR!!!

WATTERS:  That's what you call tremendous teamwork.

CHANEY:  I call it cheating - right in front of the referee too, who isn't happy.
That wasn't very clever.

WATTERS:  It was brilliant.  He did it and got AWAY with it, which he knew he would.
That's even better than doing it behind someone's back.  To quote a wrestling genius:  If
you're gonna lie to me, at least be honest about it.

[Matthews is shepherded out by the referee and accepts his warning without too much dissent.
Seemingly, our color commentator and ex-professional is spot on in his analysis.  Meanwhile,
the official issues another count and to spare you sitting through it, let's rejoin it at 5
in which Somner has broken it, Matthews-bound.]

CHANEY:  Tag to Matthews and I must say, this is an interesting approach.

[Greg is NOT trying to stop Skala, who is struggling to get to Bosko and could easily be
halted by Matthews.  However, it's evident that 'The Powerhouse' wants Jan.  Over to you,
Larry.]

WATTERS:  That's SMART!  Do you not remember what happened at the last Rampage?  What
brought this match about, Chaney?  Bosko hit Matthews in the side of the head with a beer
bottle, which caused Matthews stitches and hours in the hospital.  Sometimes, this is
business and other times, it's personal and Greg has a score to settle with Bosko.  He WANTS
this.

[Tag is made and Jan Bosko is now Prague Drinking Team's legal man as Greg growls.]

CHANEY: Be careful what you wish for.  Matthews may be too pumped for this.

WATTERS:  Eric, you might be right on that.  Good point.

[Bosko goes for broke and moves Matthews back with a shoulder block before beating Greg to
the punch with a trio of stiff right hands that would have knocked over 90% of men walking
down the street, but Matthews still stands, running on adrenaline and animosity.  Finally, a
boot to the gut paves the way for an impactful inverted DDT and a subsequent two-count for
Jan's efforts.]

CHANEY:  Impressive work by Bosko and now, he plants Matthews with a two-handed
bulldog.

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WATTERS:  Close, and to give Bosko credit, I thought he'd run away from Matthews in
this mood.  He's fought fire with fire and used Greg's aggression against him.  They have
got a brain between them after all.

CHANEY:  Bosko off the ropes here...come on!  A kick to the back by Somner, on the
outside, and how the referee didn't see that, I'll never know.  But, Bosko is livid.

WATTERS:  Damon's brilliance there has now levelled the playing field.  Bosko is so
blinded to get at Damon, look, he's going straight after him!  Ha, ha!  What a move by
Damon.

[Somner jumps off the apron and gives Jan the finger, which gives Matthews the opportunity
to blindside Bosko with a heck of a clothesline.  Damon's taunting has got Skala running
around after him on the outside, and there's only one winner in the speed stakes, and that's
Somner all day long.]

CHANEY:  What a farce.

WATTERS:  I love it.  Prague Drinking Team, who caused this match by the way, have
lost their heads and speaking of which...it could happen literally here.

[The referee is on the outside in the middle of Skala and Somner, Damon winning the race,
but he has now stopped to taunt the irate Eastern European.]

CHANEY:  Where did Matthews get that from?!

WATTERS:  What are you talking about?

CHANEY:  Larry, look at your monitor!  He's got a goddamn dumbbell in his hand!

WATTERS:  So he has!

[Matthews had quickly exited right and rummaged around under the ring to find the
conveniently-placed cast-iron 10k weight and was set to...]

CHANEY:  Come on!  Greg Matthews has just BLASTED Bosko with that dumbbell.

WATTERS:  Eric, what is wrong with you?

CHANEY:  Wrong with me?  What's wrong with you?  What's wrong with Greg Matthews?

WATTERS:  Greg Matthews?  Huh, let's see:  BOSKO hit him with a BOTTLE two weeks ago!
Turnabout is fair play and you know it.  Time for Bosko to go to the hospital and get some
stitches.  He deserves it.  Count!

[Skala is getting the better of the fisticuffs with Somner on the outside when he realizes
the referee is back inside and about to deliver a count.]

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THHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHANEY:  I can't...

WATTERS:  I don't wanna hear it, Eric!  You do what you have to and if someone
scrambled your brains with a beer bottle, you'd do the same back , which is what Greg
Matthews has done.  He had every right to do it, don't defend Prague Drinking Team and the
fact they were drunk two weeks ago, it doesn't cut it!

[Skala looks concerned as he stares down at Bosko, who is completely unconscious,
unsurprisingly, while Health Fanatics raise their hands in victory, Damon Somner doing two
or three ridiculous star jumps, not only his trademark, but also to suggest that they had
made short work of Prague Drinking Team, which doesn't tell the story of the match  However,
the record books, rightly or wrongly, had a new entry with a 'W' next to Health Fanatics'
name and isn't that what it ultimately comes down to?]

[The screen cuts away.]







[The screen is black and the following words come across the screen...]

Somewhere Else.
1907.

[The midnight air is cold and visible, a thin mist gliding through the night breeze. The sky
is clear with the exception of a single cloud that obscures a fraction of the moon with its
abstract shape. It hangs in the sky as still as a corpse showing no signs of ever moving. As
though it were a prop dangling from the rafters from fishing wire.  In the distance a dog is
barking impatiently. The sound never grows closer, nor father away. The oak trees rustle
gently in the slight breeze. Below one such tree stands an old, moss covered headstone. Its
wording long-since worn by the years of weather blasting against it has become almost
illegible. Slowly, the memory of the graves occupant too, is irrevocably, inevitably, eroded
by the sands of time. So too will yours be.]

[A scratching begins. It is much closer than the abstract cloud, closer even than the
barking dog. It is closer even than the oak tree that stands behind the gravestone. Yet in
some ways the sound is further than those things. Further than the moon itself. It is a dry,
muffled scratching to begin with. Slow. Methodical. Repetitive. Were it not taking place in
a graveyard it might be described as a hypnotic or meditative sound. Quite relaxing. A sound
one could sell on CDs as a sleep aid. Alas, the sound is indeed coming from beneath the
weathered headstone of a century-old grave.]

[The scratching soon becomes moistened by the fresher dirt, and then the sound of the earth
caving in beneath itself fills the crisp night air.]

[A pale naked hand rises from the grave. Then the back of a head, still thick with dark
brown hair.  As the large, muscular frame pulls itself from the grave a deep, rasping breath
gasps. A few more, less laboured breaths leave the man's lungs before he can finally stand.]

[Covered in dirt, the man wears a once-white pinafore, a few smatterings of blood
thoughtlessly wiped around the hips. Thick, brown corduroy pants and a white shirt below the
pinafore. Covering his face is the mask of a Plague Doctor.]

[He readjusts his mask and slowly walks into the darkness of the night. Behind him he leaves
two things. An empty grave, and an aged headstone reading simply: "Isaac Danvers".]

[The screen goes black.]







[The broadcast once again cuts to the arena, where yet another roving cameraman catches Lexi
Darlington striding down a corridor, her two associates in tow. As they follow their manager
across the backstage area, Washington and Lincoln seem unusually excited about something,
the latter even giving off nervy, high-pitched giggles reminiscent of the cartoon character
Beavis.]

LINCOLN: Heh, heh...dang, boss! That BLEEP is dynamite! Heh, heh... Those two
BLEEPheads ain't even gonna know what hit 'em! Heh, heh...

[Darlington, however, remains perfectly composed as she replies.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: Yes, I know, Lincoln. That's why I asked for it.

[Suitably put in his place, the smallest of the two Border Control agents is seen scowling
petulantly for a moment as, at Lexi's other shoulder, his tag team partner enquires.]

WASHINGTON: What we gon' do with it, Miz D?

[His huff quickly forgotten, Lincoln instantly joins in with the questioning, his enthusiasm
back in full force.]

LINCOLN: Yeah, boss...heh, heh...what we gonna do with it? Huh? What we gonna do with
it? Heh, heh...

[Still Lexi's demeanour remains as composed as ever as she replies.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: Simple, boys. We're going to hold on to it...an' we're going to
wait.

[This obviously comes as quite a shock to both agents, who all but talk over each other in
their confusion.]

WASHINGTON: Wait? We just gon' wait?

LINCOLN: Whaddayamean, HOLD ON TO IT? You mean we ain't gonna use it?

WASHINGTON: We just gonna SIT on it?

LINCOLN: Why? BLEEP waitin'! Let's just use it an' nail those BLEEPsuckas!

WASHINGTON: Yeah! Yeah!

[Lexi, however, seems pointedly displeased with the two men's insistence, and goes so far as
to give an irritable jerk of the head towards the looming cameraman. The message is clear,
and it takes Lincoln no more than a second or two to comply. Washington is somewhat slower
on the uptake, but a well-placed elbow from his tag team partner puts the point across in
its own forceful way, and renders the big man silent as well. With order restored, and the
reins once again firmly in her hand, Lexi makes a point of asserting her superior intellect,
snapping briskly at the two men.]

LEXI DARLINGTON: I SAID...we WAIT. Daddy always says, when you got something on yorr
opponent, it all comes down to timing. You show your hand too soon, your whole play falls
flat. But if you hold on to your cards 'til it's the right tme to play 'em...your opponent
never even sees it coming.

[This appears to make sense to Lincoln, who nods along in agreement as Lexi expounds on her
points; Washington, on the other hand, still appears to be having some trouble grasping his
manager's concepts.]

WASHINGTON: Cards? We playin' cards with them dudes? I thought we wanted to kick
their asses!

[An elbow to the ribs from his partner is, however, all the answer he gets to his query, as
the trio known as Border Control resumes their way down the corridor and out of frame,
Washington's voice still audible as they advance.]

WASHINGTON: Lincoln? Linc? Ain't we kickin' they asses no more? ...Miz D...? Why
nobody never tell me BLEEP? Linc? Linc...?

[It is with the agent's befuddled voice still echoing in the otherwise empty corridor that
the feed returns to the studio.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

CONLON:  The Health Fanatics with a victory on Rampage and these two are definitely
looking strong under the radar in the tag team division.

SMITH:  They really are, and I know a lot about tag team wrestling. SCW's tag team
division could be the deepest in the entire wrestling world.

CONLON:  One could say with teams like the Health Fanatics and prague Drinking Team
being here only makes that claim stronger.

SMITH:  You can say that again! Las Preguntas better start watching over their
shoulder as they are six or seven teams that could seriously be trouble for them, including
Border Patrol, who we just heard from as well.

CONLON:  Those two agents are very intimidating and Lexi has them pointed toward
glory.

SMITH:  That is what you need to succeed, Stan. You need both brawn and brains. Many
of these teams have both.

CONLON:  Speaking of brawn, our next match has one of the bigger superstars in SCW as
Chris Smith will be in action against Tripp Skylark in Group B action.

SMITH:  A lot on the line here as Skylark and Brody both sit at fifty points each,
while Smith is at twenty-five. We could end up with a tie-breaking situation if Smith beats
the snmaller man.

CONLON:  And yet Skylark is the favorite here because he has truly shown himself to
be the giant killer thus far in SCW.

SMITH:  He's made a career out of it, Stan. He reminds me of many smaller guys of the
past like Jim Lewis Jr and Dexter Payne. Both of those guys were champions of the top degree
despite being half the size of most rosters they were on.

CONLON:  It's all about heart and Skylark has tons of it.

SMITH:  That and being too stoned to feel pain could play a part too.

[The two men share a chuckle.]

CONLON:  Well let's see how Group B ends up as Skylark and Smith do battle!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]










[The footage begisn to play as Smith scoops Skylark up after nailing him with a hard knee to
the midriff.  Paranoid, he takes his eyes off Skylark to scan the entranceway and commentary
desk.]

CHANEY:  Skylark has had a lot of success in the early going here, his superior speed
negating Smith's size, but Chris constantly looking over his shoulder hasn't helped either,
has it?

WATTERS:  Not at all.  I mean, Kid Chameleon's a lowlife for attacking Chris the way
he did, and Skylark's Skylark, but Smith hasn't helped himself.  His head's not in the game.

CHANEY:  Every time, he gets on the offense, he lets it slip.

[Right on cue, Chris takes too long looking for Chameleon, it gives Skylark SECONDS to avoid
the inevitable and telegraphed leg drop and Smith's holding his back on the mat.]

CHANEY:  Atomic Noogie!  Skylark's patented knuckle to the head and it looks like
he's not done - MAT slam.  Nicely done.

[The X-Factor connects flush and the crowd etrupts as Tripp hooks a leg quickly.]

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CHANEY:  Skylark is in total control once again, shoving Smith into the ropes, but
Smith wakes from his slumber to reverse it...

[...Only for Smith to lower his head and pay the price via a second mat slam in as many
moves!  Talk about lightning striking twice.]

WATTERS:  Come on, Chris ...You're better than this.  Kid has done a number on Big
Kid, all right. Here's a cover!

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CHANEY:  Skylark's got that bit between his teeth...

WATTERS:  You mean he's high?

CHANEY:  I thought you said being drunk affected Prague Drinking Team's judgment.

WATTERS:  You can't compare alcohol to...

CHANEY:  How can you not?

WATTERS:  Just what I've heard.

CHANEY:  Backfist by Skylark!  One...two....Tripp's getting closer here.  Crossface
applied.  Chris is in BIG trouble.

[Big Kid uses his legs to move himself backwards and his long, left leg touches the rope
forcing a break.]

WATTERS:  Smith wasn't focused on Chameleon there and it told.  He knew exactly where
he was, great ring generalship and maturity by Big Kid.

CHANEY:  Dragon sleeper by Skylark.  Have you been impressed by Tripp's technique in
this match?

WATTERS:  Meh, it's been okay.

[Smith moves Skylark by picking him once and then putting him back down a yard or so
forward, paving the way for a second attempt, which launches Tripp across the ring with a
Biel-like throw.]

WATTERS:  I was impressed with Smith's strength and awareness once again there,
though.

CHANEY:  I thought you might be.

[Skylark backtracks into a corner, enabling Smith to storm in, but by the time Big Kid gets
there, Tripp's gone out, locked the door and is already at his dealer's house. In other
words, Chris missed with his splash attempt.]

CHANEY:  Talk about Skylark's ring awareness there.  Tripp is set to take Chris on a
trip...BULLD-ENIED!

[Not only has Chris avoided the bulldog attempt, but he shoves Skylark with so much velocity
that Tripp hits the top turnbuckle sternum-first, a la Bret Hart in his heyday.]

WATTERS:  Talk about impact!  I love it.  Now, where's your praise for Smith's
presence of mind?  He whipped Skylark into that turnbuckle like me snatching the shopping
cart from the wife and sending it down the alcohol aisle.

CHANEY:  But, Chris is looking around again!  He can't keep his eyes and head on this
match.  He is so paranoid.

WATTERS:  And no wonder.  Chameleon's a menace to society.

CHANEY:  I thought you had him down as a geek.

WATTERS:  You can be both and he is.

[Smith applies a side headlock, but again, he's not concentrating on what he's doing and
Tripp escapes easily, slipping out and applying a hammerlock that causes Chris some pain.
But, back in the game, Chris forces separation with a single reverse elbow, which gets Tripp
to tend to his nose, before the near 400-pounder mows the plucky Skylark down with a
substantial clothesline.]

CHANEY:  No question, who has the power advantage here - or speed.  When it's boiled
down to those two things, we've seen both men enjoy their moments of success.

[Meanwhile, Smith shoves Skylark into the ropes nearest the commentary desk and punishes
Tripp's spine with a rebound forearm smash.]

WATTERS:  And, to be fair, they've both been okay in the wrestling department.
That's what could decide this once and for all - or THIS MAN - I mean KID.  What is HE doing
out here?

[Kid Chameleon is on the scene as Smith, dumbfounded, watches Kid bypass the ring on the
left, heading towards our team of Eric and Larry.]

CHANEY:  Scouting.

WATTERS:  Oh, really?  It seems Chris is watching Chameleon more than the other way
round.

CHANEY:  Welcome, Kid.

WATTERS:  Not by me, he's not.

CHAMELEON:  Thanks, Eric.  Later, Larry.

WATTERS:  What are you doing?

CHANEY:  Watching the match like we are.  Inside cradle by Skylark.
One...two....nearly!

WATTERS:  See, this menace almost causes Chris to lose - again!

CHAMELEON:  Hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated.  And the witch hunts will never
be about witches.  To have a scapegoat, that's the key.

WATTERS:  What?!

[Smith stops Skylark in his tracks with a body slam, but yet again, takes his mind off the
action to yell at Kid.]

SMITH:  GET OVER HERE!

CHAMELEON:  Who are you?  Scorpion?

SMITH:  COME ON!

WATTERS:  Why aren't you taking him up on his offer?

CHAMELEON:  A man chooses; a slave obeys.

WATTERS:  I thought you were 'a kid?'

CHANEY:  A sleeper by Skylark.  Smith could be in trouble here.

WATTERS:  Smith is too big and strong.

CHAMELEON:  Tripp may be small, but he'll die a colossus.

WATTERS:  I think you mean he'll die of cannabis, but whatever.

[Smith stings Skylark's breadbasket, cheers Gorilla, with one shot and that's enough to
quash the sleeper.  But, as Chris leans back against the ropes close to the commentators,
Skylark meets him in the middle with a delightful dropkick and wants to slap on an STF, but
'Big Kid' lives up to his name and grabs the ropes, virtually hugging them to be honest, and
demands the referee get Skylark off him]

CHANEY:  That was embarrassing.

CHAMELEON:  The hardest battles are fought in the mind, not with the sword.

WATTERS:  Have you been hanging out with Skylark?  What's with this guy?

[Smith shoves Skylark back after regaining his vertical base and Tripp retorts with his own
shove.  Chris applies another side headlock, but Skylark rains in a couple of blows to the
stomach and throws Smith across the ring and leapfrogs Big Kid on the rebound.  When BKCS
comes back with interest, Skylark stuns him with a kick, DDT and a cover!]

CHANEY:  HE GOES FOR THE COVER!

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WATTERS:  Never in doubt.

CHAMELEON:  Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about.  And the more
ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.

WATTERS:  Are you talking to me?

CHAMELEON:  Yes, De Niro.

WATTERS:  I have won more wrestling matches than you've had video games and forgotten
more about this sport than you'll know in ten careers.  Watch what you say around me or I'll
do what Chris Smith is going to do to you at Showdown here and now.

CHANEY:  Gentlemen, Skylark's going upstairs and I think we all know what that
means...SKYLARK FALLS!!!

WATTERS:  KNEES UP!  Smith wasn't thinking about this freak next to me, and that's
what he can do, he's a big, strong, heavy guy that can accomplish an awful lot in SCW as
long as he doesn't get personally involved with our 'guest.'

[Chris is up, whips Tripp into the ropes...]

WATTERS:  SCHOOL'S OUT!!!  Just as it will be for you at Showdown, Kid.

CHANEY:  He hooks the leg on Skylark!

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WATTERS:  YESS!!!!!

CHANEY:  Smith just made this group a three-way tie!!!

[Smith is up to his feet quickly and raises both his arms without being prompted by the
referee, which incites another round of boos from the crowd. He then points toward the
announce table and makes the hand motions of breaking something, obviously sending a
message.]

WATTERS:  Looks like he wants  to get it on right now, Kid.

CHAMELEON:  He will get his chance, believe me.

CHANEY:  Smith may have other things to worry about as now he's a potential title
threat!

WATTERS:  He should have been all along!

CHANEY:  Smith is a larger athlete that may give many people fits with his style in
the squared circle. I think people counted him out over the past couple of months due to
Chameleon being at the forefront of his mind and Skylark's massive giant killer streak.

WATTERS:  Well that streak ended tonight and Smith did it for the kids!

CHANEY:  It certainly seems so. Who knows where this leaves the group now!

[The screen fades out.]







[The screen shows the backstage interview area where Steve Blaine is ready to go.]

BLAINE:  We're joined by Group A winner - Alfie Button.  How does it feel to finish
top of your group and have your second round spot sealed?

BUTTON:  Cosmic, Stevie.  It's been a blast, and I 'ope I can go on and do the
business in the semis and final too, mate.  I don't know whevver you know this or not, but
I'm a pretty confident guy and this 'as given me a boost, but anyfing can 'appen nah.  I
could go out in the next round, semis or not at all, you know what I mean?

BLAINE:  How would you assess your opponent and performances?  And who do you think
will win between El Principie and Caleb Foley to join you in the enxt round?

BUTTON:  Caleb Foley was a proper geezer, tougher than the meat in my local Chinese,
and it was an honour to 'ave it out wiv 'im, but the ovver two?  Nah, they don't float my
boat at all.  I reckon the two right geezers 'ave 'ad it out and are going froo, and if we
meet again, that'll be a corker.  But, Principe and Jed Johnson?  Chancers, man.  So, yeah,
I'm pullin' for my mucker, Caleb, later on and fink 'e'll do it, no bovver.  Come on, Caleb,
my son.

BLAINE:  You've come out of Group A convincingly, but there's a number of tough
competitors that have come through difficult groups, namely Group D...

BUTTON:  Ah yeah, the so-called group of deff.  Couldn't give a monkeys about any ov
that nonsense, Stevie Boy.  What will be will be and Group A was all abaht Alfie.  Let's see
what 'appens next.  Everyone is quality in the second round, I don't deny it, but if you
wanna win the Lonestar 'eavyweight title, you're gonna 'aff to beat some naughty buggers
along the way and I'm ready to 'ave a row wiv anyone.  I'm not scared of no mug and as long
as I'm still in it, I'm a freat because skills pay the bills and speed kills and I've got
bof in ABUNDANCE.  The House of Abundance.  Bring all of 'em, their muvvers, bruvvers and
mainly their sisters because they'll need all of the 'elp they can get.  You're all top
drawer, you're all pukkka, you're all my cup of tea, but you're not Alfie and when all is
said and done, you're all mutton dressed as BUTTON.

[The screen fades out.]







[In the men's locker room, Davey-Boy O'Brien is standing in front of his locker with his
jacket on and that signature towel around his neck.  The locker door behind him is open
enough for us to see that seemingly ever-present walnut box. He shuts the door upon noticing
the camera is there for him. The Scottish Terrier turns to meet the camera's lens almost
instinctively as he begins talking. At the same time, another larger figure steps into the
camera's view as well, none other than: Keegan.]

DAVEY-BOY O'BRIEN: Tonight, Ah get my first Square Go at SCW gauld, and Ah'm readeh.
Ah couldnae be more readeh. Last show, Ah denied The Cartel's invitation to join 'em. Ah
'ave a perfectly good mentor in Keegan and no amount o' gift-givin' or . It dinnae matter if
there are two o' ye against just me or the whole damn Cartel, Ah came tonight to become SCW
Tag Team Champion.

[Davey seems to puff out his chest as he makes this claim before stroking his mustache
almost on instinct.]

KEEGAN:  Just in case you didn't understand the Queen's, Gringo, Davey said he's
ready.  We've prepared, gone over things and Davey's ready to upset the applecart and The
Cartel.  Like he's just told you, it doesn't matter whether there's one, two, three,
thirteen or thirty of you, this lad's got power, technique, belief and those things can
always take a man far, but I'll also be out there, guiding him.  I know what it's like to
fight against and overcome the odds.  EGL, you've always tried to set the odds, hide behind
numbers and you can't teach your fellas that because you haven't got it in you and neither
do they.  Davey's got bollocks the size of Edinburgh Castle and potential as wide as the
Clyde.

[Davey's focus is on Keegan's words as he speaks them, he nods his head in agreement as the
ring legend talks his charge up.]

DAVEY-BOY O'BRIEN: Ah ain't dafty, Las Preguntas. Don't make that mistake 'cause any
o' my moves can 'ave ye findin' yerself on your back... 1... 2... 3! Ye want yer heidline?
Ye won't 'ave to search too far, Ah'll be right there on the front page. Tonight, the upset
of the century 'appens.

[Davey-Boy beams, looking very well prepared. It seems the audience approves of the
confidence because the rumble of the audience can be heard. Smugly, he nods as his eyes land
on the camera and Keegan claps a large hand on Davey-Boy's shoulder as the scene fades out.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

SMITH:  So the question really is needing to be answered as Group B has ended in a
three-way tie as WIndham Brody, Tripp Skylark and Chris Smith all have fifty points each!

CONLON:  Well Gorilla, you asked and allow me to introduce someone who will have that
answer....and I believe you know him very well.

[The screen widens and sitting next to Smith a foot or so further down that desk is none
other than wrestling legend "Too Cool" Chris Hopper in a black armani suit complete with
white shirt and an orange tie to boot. He looks good for his age as Stan continues the
introduction.]

CONLON:  Chris Hopper has been added to the administrative team here in SCW as an
Executive Vice President for Talent Relations. Nice to have you here Chris.

[Chris smiles as he responds.]

HOPPER:  It's great to be here, and as for what my title means, it means Hank gets to send
me out here to answer questions like this.

[They all chuckle and Chris looks to Smith.]

HOPPER:  Hey partner, long time my friend.

SMITH:  Yes it has. We were one of the top tag teams for the better part of the late
ninties. Glad to see you be part of this here in Texas.

HOPPER:  Well here is how things were decided this morning at headquarters. Normally you
look at head-to-head, but we can't really go there with these guys.

CONLON:  Basically they all beat each other.

HOPPER:  Exactly.

SMITH:  So do you now look at the matches outside the group or something?

HOPPER:  Nope. You are going to love this, old friend, because we went truly old school.

SMITH:  Oh no. (begins to chuckle)

HOPPER:  We literally drew names out of a hat.

CONLON:  You what?

HOPPER:  Well flipping coins is tough with three men involved. We didn't feel right with
going to alphabetical order, especially since Smith woudl have been odd man out even though
he won this last match.

SMITH:  Good point.

HOPPER:  So we put their names in a hat and drew them out. First name would be called first
place in the group, second woudl get the other quarterfinal spot and so on.

CONLON:  This has match-up implications for the quarterfinals. Did that enter into
things?

HOPPER:  Not really. Whomever gets in will face someone and that is juwt how it will go
regardless of the names drawn. So we figured it was the most fair and equitable decision.
Every one of the three had an equal chance.

SMITH:  So what happened?

HOPPER:  The first name drawn out will face the second place finisher from Group D in the
quarterfinals. We now know that will be Pat Gordon Jr. after Sean Darring's victory at
Rampage.

CONLON:  True. So who was it.

HOPPER:  The first name drawn was Tripp Skylark.

SMITH:  Whoa!  Gordon versus Skylark in the quarterfinals next Rampage!

CONLON:  So who gets Sean Darring in the quarterfinals?

HOPPER:  The second name is someone who will be a big challenge for the Legend.....Windham
Brody.

SMITH:  WOW! Brody against Darring! The veteran will have a real fight on his hands.

HOPPER:  Yes he will. Chris Smith mises out, but his performance will have him in
contendership soon enough I would think.

CONLON:  Chris, we thank you for joining us to explain how it all is shaking out in
the quarterfinals.

HOPPER:  It was my pleasure. Have a great rest of the show!

SMITH:  See you my friend!

HOPPER:  Not if I see you first big guy!

[They shake hands as Chris stands and exits the studio area, then Stan pushes forward.]

CONLON:  As you can see SCW is pushing forward with soem great matches to come for
the Lonestar Title Tournament!

SMITH:  But now we have to see what happens with the Lonestar Tag Team Titles.

CONLON:  Strange match ready to come next as Las Preguntas are putting th ebelts on
the line against Davey-boy O'Brien, who happens to be all by his lonesome.

SMITH:  I still cannot believe they booked this match simply because gringo Loco was
tweaked at being turned down for Cartel membership.

CONLON:  Beefs have started for less.

SMITH:  That is true. I remember one major fight between two big time guys started
from spilled coffee backstage.

CONLON:  Exactly. The only thing here is whether Davey-boy can survive.

SMITH:  Yeah, winning may be a stretch. The kid just needs to survive this onslaught
and I think he makes his point.

CONLON:  Let's take you to the video tape and see what happened as O'Brien gets a tag
title shot against las Preguntas! Roll it!







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[The match footage begins just as La Pregunta Marca goes over Davey-Boy O'Brien's head with
a leapfrog. The numbers and frequent tags in and out by Las Preguntas have been getting to
Davey, who looks a bit wobbly. When Davey comes back off the ropes, Marca drops down for a
reverse monkey flip, but the Boy O'Groats dives over him and rolls back onto his feet.]

CHANEY:  Davey-boy showing off some skill as he ends up on his feet.

WATTERS:  For now...

[Just as D.O.B. turns around, he eats Marca's foot in the form of a SUPER PATADAAAAAAAAA!
Davey is stunned.]

CHANEY:  MARCA STUFFS HIS FOOT DOWN HSI THROAT!

WATTERS:  See what I mean? This kid has moxey, Hell that is why they wanted
him....but he can't do this alone.

CHANEY:  He is certainly showing that he has a future in SCW.

WATTERS:  Not if he keep eating shots like those from Marca. He's a dead man walking!

[Marca scrambles to the ring apron and springboards off the top rope into a 360 degree flip.
He catches Davey in a front facelock and, instead of landing, LPM bounces off the canvas for
a flipping DDT! Marca makes the cover.]

CHANEY:  MARCA NAILS A DDT AND THAT MAY BE IT!

WATTERS:  I hope so or this kid may die.

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CHANEY:  DAVEY-BOY ESCAPES AGAIN!!!

WATTERS:  This kid has alligator blood, you can't get rid of him!

CHANEY:  Watching Rounders again lately, Larry?

WATTERS:  My viewing habits are not your concern, Chaney. What does matter is that
Davey-boy continues to be stupid and kick out when he is destined to have his ass handed to
him!

[Marca picks Davey-Boy back up his feet and whips him into the ropes. However, O'Brien
bounces shoulder-first off the top rope and comes back with a vicious Rebound Lariat that
turns Marca inside out! Davey-Boy collapses to the mat himself, too winded to make the
cover, but he has turned the Tide (now with color safe bleach!) The referee starts a
mandatory ten count.]

CHANEY:  O'BRIEN WITH A MASSIVE LARIAT!!!  MARCA IS DOWN!!!

WATTERS:  And so is he. The kid literally served up his last bit of energy to pull
that off.

CHANEY:  If you are the tag champs and you end up in a double countout here, what
does that say about their reign that a single man could take themthat far?

WATTERS:  You just shut up with that negativity, Chaney!

[At the count of five, both EGL: and Duda are behind Marca, trying to motivate him to
get to his feet first. The crowd is behind Davey, trying to will him to win the race to a
standing position.]

CHANEY:  Will either man get to their feet?

WATTERS:  Both are trying, but this match has been much more physical than even I
anticipated!

[As the referee hits seven, Marca flops onto his stomach. Davey-Boy crawls to the ropes and
starts to pull himself up.]

CHANEY:  Both men are up to a knee now!

WATTERS:  But not to their feet!

[Marca and Davey are both to one knee.]

CHANEY:  Both men yank and stand as the referee hit the nine count! That was close!

WATTERS:  Yes it was, but can either man do anythign with it?

[Marca is on his feet. He goes after Davey, but the Scottish Terrier jumps up at the last
possible second and catches the luchador with a left-handed European uppercut. O'Brien
follows up with another European uppercut, this time with his right hand. It's back to the
left hand for the third European uppercut, and then Davey finishes off with a discus forearm
shiver. A SQUARE GO! Marca is on his back, and Davey-Boy goes for the pin, hooking the leg.]

CHANEY:  SQUARE GO!!!  DAVEY-BOY LANDED IT ON MARCA!!!

WATTERS:  NOOOO!!!!

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TTHHHHRRRR................DUDA WITH A SAVING BOOT TO THE BACK!!!!

CHANEY:  DUDA IN FOR THE SAVE!

WATTERS:  That is why they are tag champs!

CHANEY:  O'Brien has proven to be surprisingly tough in this one and he could still
walk out a tag champion.

WATTERS:  It is like pluralizing the Lone Ranger....you can't do it!

[The referee forces Duda out of the ring, reading him the riot act as he goes. Duda puts up
his hands and nods his head, promising it won't happen again.]

CHANEY:  The referee finally gets Duda out of there and he plays as innocent as can
be, which we know is garbage.

WATTERS:  He is innocent! Duda is not a cheater!

[Davey-Boy O'Brien whips Marca into the ropes. However, it is the side near Duda, who makes
the blind tag. Unaware that the tag has been made, Davey-Boy takes Marca over with a
Northern Lights Suplex.]

CHANEY:  MARCA REBOUNDS INTO THAT NASTY SUPLEX AND DAVEY-BOY HAS CONTROL!

WATTERS:  But NOT over the man who is the legal man! A tag was made!

CHANEY:  True and Davey-boy has no clue that Duda is the legal man. He is used to
just taking down the man across from him!

WATTERS:  Again, great strategy by the tag team champs.

[D.O.B. arches his back into a bridge for the pin, but since Marca is not the legal man,
there is no count. Duda enters the ring and flattens Davey-Boy with an elbow drop to the
breadbasket. Duda immediately starts choking the Solid Man with the Magic Mustache while the
referee escorts Marca from the ring.]

CHANEY:  DUDA TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE DISTRACTION AND CHOKING DAVEY-BOY BLATANTLY!!!

WATTERS:  The referee is busy taking Marca out of the ring, it is what he should do!

CHANEY:  You said Duda never cheats!

WATTERS:  He's not cheating because the referee isn't making a ruling and calling for
a break! The eyes have to witness cheating, Chaney!

[Duda breaks the choke before the referee can catch him. He takes Davey-Boy back to Las
Preguntas' corner and stuffs him into a standing headscissors before tagging in Marca. Now
the legal man, Marca heads up to the top turnbuckle. Duda picks up Davey-Boy for a
piledriver, and Marca jumps from the top, pushing down on Davey's feet.]

CHANEY:  SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!!

WATTERS:  Marca makes the pin!

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TTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHANEY:  The Champions retain!!! Getting a resounding finish against a lone man!

WATTERS:  Is that sarcasm being used to describe a great victory, Chaney? You should
be ashamed.

CHANEY:  Well it was two on one for the entire match.

WATTERS:  He asked for it when he turned them down!

[The referee calls for the bell, but El Gringo Loco isn't through with Davey-Boy O'Brien
yet. He is still infuriated that Davey had the gall to turn down joining the Cartel and
wants to make an example out of him.]

EGL:: Otra vez! Otra vez!

CHANEY:  Gringo Loco calling for his man to continue the beatdown!

WATTERS:  This is going to get really ugly!

CHANEY:  And for what? Because he said no to them?

WATTERS:  Well, yeah!

[Under EGL:'s direction, Las Preguntas give Davey a second Spike Piledriver! Keegan
can not watch anymore. He grabs a chair as Las Preguntas are setting up for a third. El
Gringo Loco scurries away, giving Keegan free entrance into the ring.]

CHANEY:  KEEGAN GETS A STEEL CHAIR AND IS IN THE RING!!!

WATTERS:  CHAIRSHOT TO DUDA!

CHANEY:   CHAIRSHOT TO MARCA!

WATTERS:  THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!!

CHANEY:  Keegan has dropped both members of the tag team champions to the canvas with
that steel chair and the fans are loving it and chanting his name!

WATTERS:  He should be banned from the buulding for life!

[Both of Las Preguntas roll out of the ring and back away, holding their heads, with El
Gringo Loco right behind them.]

EGL:: Usted se rue el dia, Keegan! Usted se rue el dia!

CHANEY:  Keegan is not moving from Davey-boy's side as the champs slink away.

WATTERS:  This may be the beginning of a nasty war, Chaney!

[Keegan checks on his protege, Davey-Boy O'Brien, who looks all the worse for wear.]

CHANEY:  Davey-boy's future career may have just been saved by his mentor!

WATTERS:  And the steel chair, which I remind you is ILLEGAL to have inside a
wrestling ring!

CHANEY:  Technically it was AFTER the match and to protect his protoge.

WATTERS:  Oh sure YOU can justify it, but I'm always wrong. Either way, this isn't
over by a long shot!

[The screen fades to black.]







[Scene opens backstage where Steve Blaine is standing with Johnny Psychotic. Psychotic looks
understandably incensed and stares straight ahead.]

BLAINE:  Eric, Larry. I'm standing here with Johnny Psychotic. For obvious reasons
Tiberius Nixon can't be here tonight as he hasn't been cleared by our medical team. I'm
going to see if I can get an update.

[Blaine turns to Psychotic.]

BLAINE:  I'm not going to waste any time because I know your match is happening soon
and you need to prepare. Can you give us an update on how Tiberius Nixon is?

[Blaine holds the microphone out to Psychotic who stands impassively staring straight
ahead.]

BLAINE:  I guess not. How do you feel about what happened?

[Again Blaine extends the microphone to Psychotic who continues to stare impassively
forward.]

BLAINE:  I've watched the footage back a couple of times and Sagawa really goes to
town on him. He really messed his forehead up big style. Any response to that?

[Blaine offers the microphone to Psychotic. You can see the anger descending through
Psychotic's eyes and he snaps his head to the side to glare at Blaine who understandably
steps back and retracts the microphone. Psychotic stares forward again.]

BLAINE:  I'm not trying upset you, Johnny. I just want to know if you have anything
to say to Sagawa about his heinous act?

[Blaine doesn't even offer the microphone this time because he knows it is unlikely
Psychotic will respond. You can sense that Psychotic is getting increasingly annoyed as he
is clenching his jaw and his breathing is starting to get heavier.]

BLAINE:  And Hank Wright has decreed that you two are going to settle your
differences in SCW's first ever steel cage match. Any thoughts?

[Psychotic closes his eyes and slows his breathing down. Just as Blaine is about to speak -
Psychotic's hand whips out and snatches the microphone.]

PSYCHOTIC:  The time for talking is over. It's time to get Psychotic!!!

[With that Johnny strides out of the cameras view. The camera pans round and sees Johnny
striding away past a large temporary sign on the wall showing the way to ringside. The
camera pans back round to Steve Blaine.]

BLAINE:  Back to you guys.

{Fade to black.]







[Cut backstage to the intense stare downs of pure intensity from SCW tag team, American
Revival.   Ryan Paris and Colby Prince are dressed and ready for action as they prepare for
a little camera time.]

PARIS: Tonight on Rampage we have ourselves a little eight on eight war.   The SCW
tag team division has been the talk of the wrestling world and tonight all eyes are upon
it's greatness as we team with Border Control to take on the team of Trailer Park Assassinz
and Nuff Said.

[Paris pauses and looks over at his partner and they try to keep the act of intensity going,
but it can only last so long as they crack smiles.]

PARIS: Okay, we tried ... We really did!   Yes, seriously Border Control and
ourselves are stepping inside the ring with the TPA and Nuff Said.   I don't know what the
Assassinz or Nuff Said to get so far down in the dog house to be placed in a blood shed of a
match like this, but we have no problems being the executioners.   Even with the outside
help of Boss Hogg there isn't going to be anyone around to save you when that bell rings.
In this stacked tag team division every opportunity counts.   Every time you step inside
that ring you have to make an impact.   Tonight, is our opportunity and while Border Control
stands besides us, for now.   It's _OUR_ time to make a splash.

[Colby Prince nods in agreement with his partner.]

PRINCE:  That's right.  We didn't travel back from the land of the Rising Sun to play
second place to no tag team!   Last week, we found ourselves in the middle of comedy hour.
We don't do comedy hour!   So tonight, we are going to make up for clown hour and remind
everyone what an American ass kicking is!   You see, it doesn't really matter who steps in
the ring with Ryan or myself.   TPA?  Nuff Said?  Or even the Border Control?   In the end,
we made the trip home for one reason only.

[Close up.]

PRINCE:  To win the SCW Tag Team titles.   Everything else?  It's just our American
duty.

[Ryan pats his partner on the shoulder in support as he cuts back in.]

PARIS:  Tonight, everyone is talking about the group of death.   They are talking
about the Steel Cage Match.   They are talking about the Lonestar Tag Team Title Handicap
match.   When we are done wit the Trailer Park Assassinz and Nuff Said they will be talking
about the American Revival.

PRINCE:  And Border Control are just along for the ride.

[Laughs as we cut back to the studio.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

CONLON:  American Revival looks to be primed to look toward the tag gold.

SMITH:  We say it over and over again, but this tag division is deep and these two
are I think the two that will give Las Preguntas a run.

CONLON:  Well it ought to be tougher when you go two on two instead of handicapped.

SMITH:  Yeah that match was one that shouldn't have been booked, but Davey survived
and that is what matters.

CONLON:  Speaking of survival, Luscious Jasmine has arrived and his first assignment
in the squared circle is to take on the leader of #heelnation, Michael Wilson.

SMITH:  Record-setting, former multiple-time World Champion Michael Wilson.

CONLON:  Sounds liek you got some respect there.

SMITH:  Who wouldn't with a resume like that? This guy has shown up in a big way and
now with Harrison Daniels here, anythign can happen.

CONLON:  Let's take you to the ring and the action from SCW Arena as Wilson battles
Jasmine!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]








[The video footage begins playing and we see Michael Wilson arguing with the referee while
Harrison Daniels III uses a turnbuckle rope to choke a downed Luscious Jasmine in the
opposite corner. The fans are going nuts at this heelish activity.]

CHANEY:  Harrison Daniels is just going full on thug in that corner and the referee
is not seeing a damn  bit of it!

WATTERS:  You act like that is the first time it has happened in this match, Chaney.
Wilson and Daniels are showing why they are the strongest group in SCW right now.

CHANEY:  It just isn't fair!

WATTERS:  Life isn't fair!

[The referee turns around and just misses seeing Daniels, who now is looking as innocent as
he can. Wilson rushes over and begins laying stomps to the chest of his downed opponent.
Then he begins taunting the crowd. Suddenly he stops, focused on something he saw in the sea
of fans.]

CHANEY:  AND NOW WILSON IS STOMPING AWAY AT JASMINE'S CHEST!!!

WATTERS:  All I can say is the tag division better be glad these two want to focus on
the solo roster right now because they might be tough to beat otherwise.

CHANEY:  I hate agreeing with you, Crusher!

WATTERS:  Even if it gives you comfort in knowing you are right when you do?

[Wilson walks over to the middle of the set of ropes and begins jawing with someone in the
front row. The camera gets a fix on him and we see a good looking young man just laughing
off Wilson's verbal jabs.]

CHANEY:  Wait!  That's DYLAN GOYETTE!!!

WATTERS:  No way!

CHANEY:  It is! Former World Champion elsewhere sitting here at ringside and he is
definitely catching Michael Wilson's attention!

WATTERS:  Why is he even here? I thought he was all but retired!

[Finally Wilson says something that strikes a nerve and Goyette stands to his feet as the
crowd begins to roar. Daniels starts to walk over and Goyette holds out his hand to stop him
in his tracks. Goyette is jawing at Wilson and the two are getting heated. Microphones
cannot seem to pick up what they are saying, but it does involve inappropriate relations
with a mother.]

CHANEY:  These two are REALLY jawing at each other now! Wilson and Goyette were
champion of the same organization at different times and both had length reigns!

WATTERS:  Wilson still has the record, I might add. His Daddy couldn't get him that
record like he did these ringside seats!

CHANEY:  Larry! That was uncalled for.

WATTERS:  We all know he is Hopper's son. This isn't a secret. Now he is here and it
seems just to screw with Michael Wilson's match.

[The referee is over and trying to get Wilson to leave it alone and get back to wrestling.
Suddenly, from behind Jasmine grabs Wilson for a small package.]

CHANEY:  JASMINE WITH A ROLL-UP OUT OF NOWHERE!

WATTERS:  SON OF A BITCH!!!

ONE!
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TW.................KICKOUT!!!

CHANEY:  WILSON POWERS OUT WITH RELATIVE EASE!!!

WATTERS:  Still too close of a call and I hope that puke gets what he deserves for
causing such a thing to nearly happen.

CHANEY:  Goyette was just responding to what Wilsonw as saying. That is his right as
a part of the crowd!

WATTERS:  Give me a break!

[Wilson is up immediately and starts stomping at Jasmine again. The plucky kid cannot seem
to get back to hsi feet and Wilson grabs him and pulls him up for a German Suplex. Wlson
again taunts the crowd, but this seems pointed at Goyette, whom security has now come to
stand near as he is a spectator.]

CHANEY:  Wilson with a nasty suplex and now he has Jasmine all but done.

WATTERS:  You could have said that a few minutes ago. Now he's making a point to "the
boy" over there.

CHANEY:  So disrespectful!

WATTERS:  Listen the little prince just stepped foot in SCW without warning and
started jack-jawing with a wrestler. That isn't manly....he's a boy.

[Wilson pulls Jasmine up and whips him into the corner as hard as he can. Jasmin hits with a
thud and drops right to the canvas on his rear end. Michael goes over and begins landing a
series of kicks to each side of his head. Finally, the referee tells him to back off so he
can check on Jasmine.]

CHANEY:  Michael WIlson in complete control!

WATTERS:  He's always in control. That is what true champions do.

CHANEY:  I understand that, but this has been an exercise in destruction by both
members of #Heelnation.

WATTERS:  (chuckles) yeah! In Heel We Trust, baby!

CHANEY:  Wilson e finally stepping away to again taunt Goyette. What a jerk!

WATTERS:  He's just working the crowd, Chaney. Let the man have some fun.

[Wilson again taunts the crowd (and Goyette specifically) as the referee finishes checking
on his opponent. Wilson then goes back and pulls Jasmine up and drops him with his variation
of the cutter.]

CHANEY:  GREATNESS TO REALITY!!!  HE HIT THE GTR!!!

WATTERS:  It's over!

CHANEY:  Here we go again! Why isn't he pinning him after the finisher?

WATTERS:  Goyette needs to be told to sit his pansy-ass down! Someone call his Daddy
out here already!

CHANEY:  Chris has let him take his own battles for years now, Larry.

WATTERS:  Well the kid better be careful or he walks out of here tonight with a
beatdown and an arrest. He is a "spectator" afterall, right?

[Wilson rushes out of the ring and security stands between Goyette and both members of
#heelnation as they rushed over to where he was sitting. They begin arguing again and we can
hear Wilson telling him that it must be nice to be protected by Daddy.]

RING ANNOUNCER:  THE RESULT OF THIS MATCH IS A VICTORY BY COUNTOUT IN FAVOR OF LUCIOUS
JASMINE!!!

WATTERS:  WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!

CHANEY:  Goyette and Wilson are near blows as security finally splits them up!

WATTERS:  What a trevesty!!!

[Jasmine's music begins to play and security finally gets the duo to start walking back up
the aisle as they continue to throw insults at the former World Champion. Goyette is yelling
at them with a grin, knowing he screwed up the night for heelnation.]

CHANEY:  Wilson and Daniels are up the aisle, but you can see there is no love loss
there.

WATTERS:  I'm not shocked. Everybody is jealous of these two.

CHANEY:  Everybody?

WATTERS:  Well only those who wish to be truly great anyway.

CHANEY:  We will see what happens in the future, Larry. These two are going to be
tough for SCW to tame for sure.

WATTERS:  Yeah, that won't be happening anytime soon!

[Screen fades to black.]







[The screen is black and the following words come across the screen...]

Somewhere Else
2019

[The night is brisk, a cold wind howls causing the leaves of a large, aged oak tree to
flutter loudly. The sound is coupled by a man-made rustling, a sound almost as loud as the
noise made by the entirety of the trees leaves. In the distance a dog barks, impatiently
waiting for its masters arrival and its evening meal. Little does the hound know that his
master will never be seen again.]

[The night sky is thick with dark, heavy clouds, shutting out all natural light. The ominous
clouds threaten rain as they sink low in the sky.]

[Beneath the thick oak tree lies a crumbling pile of moss-covered stones. It is clear that
for many years they had stood as one entire piece, but time has worked its inevitable and
enviable magic upon the stones. Here they lie, amongst overgrown grass, beneath a large, old
oak tree, long-since forgotten. The stones owner forgotten even longer ago. Yet somehow, a
pair of well tended dress shoes stand before the collection of stones.]

MAN:  It came and went without a sound
        A man whose legacy we can forget
        But then once more he came around
        A chance, I see, for his revenge to get.

[The owner of the shoes sniffs the air.]

MAN:  Hmm.

[he says to the wind.]

[The man absentmindedly kick the grass and stones around.]

MAN:And yet this man can easily be found
       Walking the earth his fate unmet
       Centuries passed beneath this ground
       But remember me he does that's a safe bet.

[The pinstripe suit pants of the man are crisp and neat. As too is his complimentary blazer.
He adjusts the bag upon his head.]

MAN: For no man forgets the name...

D  O  R  I  T  O  S

[The screen goes black.]







[The screen opens to the backstage interview area where Tess Wiley is shown standing next to
Windham Brody, and judging by her expression she's not relishing the assignment.]

WILEY:  I'm here once again with Windham Brody coming off his big win last week.

[She turns to face the taller man.]

WILEY:  That was quite the performance. So what's to come up next for you?

[No immediate answer as Brody looks down at her with this disgusted look on his face that
shows the feeling she had is very mutual.]

BRODY:  First of all, kitten, don't even look pissed off toward me. You may not like
it, but you are interviewing the biggest, baddest man in the SCW jungle right now and that
deserves your respect and it also deserves respect from every person watching at home.

[Tess rolls her eyes, which Brody doesn't see as he is looking toward the camera.]

BRODY:  As for what's to come? More of what you saw last week. I plan on paving my
way to the top with the broken and battered bodies of my victims. And the end of that road
is glittered with gold and green, baby!

[He looks down and sees her almost ignorin ghim as he answers her.]

BRODY:  I'm talking here, honey.

[She snaps back to reality and looks up at him.]

BRODY:  The only person in my opinion who's going to be able to stop me is myself!
Cause the lessons are going to get harder and harder from here and sooner or later everyone
including you tootsie is going to learn the Golden rule and that's the fact that....

[Everybody knows what is comign now.]

BRODY:  BRODY RULES!

[He walks off as the screen fades out.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

SMITH:  Talk about shocks! Dylan Goyette at ringside and that seemed to REALLY get
under WIlson's skin.

CONLON:  I'm not exactly sure why, Gorilla. They have never been in the same place
for any real length and theyr title reigns elsewhere never crossed.

SMITH:  I think it isthe fact that Dylan nearly broke Wilson's record for longevity
as Champion.

CONLON:  You think?

SMITH:  A man with an ego like Wilson probably wouldn't let that settle easily.

CONLON:  Has Goyette signed? Is he in the SCW?

SMITH:  I don't think so. Hell, we should have asked Chris that when he was here
awhile ago. It is his son, you know.

CONLON:  Yes, I'm aware. Still shocked at his appearance! Almost as shocked as they
strange segment we saw with the simple word "Doritos" appearing. What is that about?

SMITH:  Uhm.....chips? I really don't know.

CONLON:  There is so much happening in the SCW as of late!

SMITH:  And some of it is absolutely insane! Like the eight man tag match that is up
next!

CONLON:  It is going to be a genuine spotfest as Nuff Said and the Trailer Park
Assassinz go up against American Revival and Border Control.

SMITH:  One team has the experience and the size and the other has youth....and youth
is not generally a strength to be excited about!

CONLON:  Well you never know until you get in there, so let's head to the ring and
see how this eight man tag team match played out!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]








[At this point, the broadcast cuts to footage of the eight-man tag team match, which
descended into chaos before it so much as had a chance to properly get started. From the
looks of things, both Border Control and American Revival took it upon themselves to gain
the upper hand by any means necessary, and have bum-rushed their fan-favourite opponents
from behind, effectively managing to catch them completely by surprise. As the studio
broadcast joins in on the action, the Trailer Park Assassinz are already on the floor,
seemingly unconscious, while Boss Hogg is engaged in single-handed combat with the two
members of Border Control. Nearby, directly behind the two black-clad agents, Suicidal Steve
and Kamikazee Keith can be seen brawling with American Revival, obviously having had the
presence of spirit to turn around at just the right time to minimise their opponents'
element of surprise.]

CHANEY:  ALL HELL IS BREAKING LOOSE AND THE MATCH HASN'T STARTED YET!!!

WATTERS:  I am not sure what brilliant person thought it would be smart to bring all
of these guys out here at the same time.

CHANEY:  It's for the fans. You know that, Larry.

WATTERS:  Bull! They want to cause as much chaos and drama as they can so sheep show
up and buy the merchandise and tickets. This is going to get someone seriously hurt! I'm ok
with certain people being hurt that don't belong, but damn!

[Even still, the two fan favourites are barely managing more than to hold their own against
the relentless American Revival, and are still very much on the back foot as they try to
hold their opponents off. The effort sees them walk backwards all around the ringside area,
fending off the Revival's punches, forearms and axe handles as they desperately try to
prvent their opponents from finding an opening through which to penetrate their defences.]

CHANEY:  Brawling everywhere as Nuff Said is fighting off American Revival!

WATTERS:  The referee is trying to corrall everyone, but not having a lot of success!

CHANEY:  Hard to get a match officially started when you can't even calm them down as
they enter!

WATTERS:  It's seriously like herding cats or some stupidity like that!

[However, while the duo of Suicidal Steve and Kamikazee Keith are being successful in this
endeavour – though mildly – the same cannot be said of Boss Hogg. All the girth and strength
in the world only goes so far in a 2-on-1 fight, and while the Assassinz' mentor has so far
fared admirably, he is now starting to falter ever so slightly, buckling slightly as he
blocks a forearm from Washington and allowing Lincoln to aim a kick at the back of his knee,
which effectively causes him to drop down for the first time in the contest.]

CHANEY:  Over there, Boss Hogg is having issues with Border Control again.

WATTERS:  That idiot shouldn't be out here after last time when he got beat down by
Lincoln and Washington! Here he is trying to take them alone again.

CHANEY:  I think he is trying to shield the men he is mentoring.

WATTERS:  (mocking) "Hey guys, watch me get my ass handed to me and learn what NOT to
do!"  Yeah, that is freaking brilliant!

[Lincoln wastes no time capitalising, and promptly aims a punt at the bigger man's head, but
Hogg still has enough presence of mind to catch it mid-air, and send the smallest of the two
Border Control agents sprawling onto his backside, much to the delight of the crowd.]

CHANEY:  HOGG NOT GIVING UP!!!  WHAT POWER!!!

WATTERS:  The guy is a beast, I admit that, but he is taking on two guys nearly the
same size as he is and trying to do it alone.

CHANEY:  He is holding his own.

WATTERS:  That only lasts so long and then you become a martyr!

[Even still, this is barely a motive for celebration – especially since, seeing his tag team
partner humiliated, Washington promptly redoubles the vehemence of his attacks, seeking to
punish Hogg for his actions. The bigger of the two big men is trying desperately to return
to his feet under his opponent's rain of blows as the camera moves past them to once again
focus on the brawl between Suicidal Steve and Kamikazee Keith and the American Revival.]

CHANEY:  This brawl is all over the place and there seems to be no way to get it
stopped!

WATTERS:  And to think when we do finally get this calmed down, they have a match
left to wrestle!

CHANEY:  Will any of them be physically able to start one? That is the question.

WATTERS:  With this kind of brawl, only the last clown standing will prevail!

[Here, too, things are not exactly coming up Milhouse for the fan-favourite team. Though
hardy and resilient, it is apparent that both members of Suicidal Steve and Kamikazee Keith
have more than met their match, and their efforts to remain on an even keel with their
opponents are increasingly more fruitless. A shoulder tackle from Suicidal Steve on Colby
Prince buys the duo some time, especially once Kamikazee Keith makes good on his name and
pulls off a springboard dropkick onto the staggering Revival member, sending the fans wild.]

CHANEY:  KAMIKAZEE KEITH TAKES TO THE AIR AND DROPKICKS THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT ON
COLBY PRINCE!!!

WATTERS:  That may be the best offensive move they have EVER pulled off!

CHANEY:  This brawl seems to be bringing the best out of all eight people involved
and yet there may not be a true result as no match has begun yet!

WATTERS:  This is the oddest match in SCW history I think!

[Their rapture – and the team's – does not last long, however, as Ryan Paris shows some
quick thinking of his own, and floors Suicidal Steve with a crescent kick for his troubles.
With one half of their opponents well and truly out of contention, Paris then turns around
to ensure his partner regains the upper hand. This he achieves by dragging Kamikazee Keith
to his feet, spinning him around, and dropping him with a lariat! Then, not wasting another
moment, he helps Colby Prince back up to his feet, and the two set about rolling the hapless
Kamikazee Keith into the ring.]

CHANEY:  Looks like Nuff Said is getting smart and if the referee otices, this bell
can ring even with the carnage outside the ring!

WATTERS:  Anything is possible, but I'm not holding my breath.

CHANEY:  What an upset if this goes Nuff Said's way!

WATTERS:  You're telling me! I'd owe jimmy the stagehand a thousand bucks on hundred-
to-one odds!

[As this is going on, a few feet away, Boss Hogg finally finds a way back from underneath –
quite literally. As Washington rears back for his own attempt at a punt to the head, the big
Boss throws fair-play to the wind and aims a fist straight at his opponent's crotch. The
crowd erupts as the biggest of the two agents is brought to his knees at long last, his howl
of pain audible across the arena:]

WASHINGTON: ....my CABBAGEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!

CHANEY:  The fans love that Washington got pegged there!

WATTERS:  They are such idiots to not see the good that those two are really trying
to do.

CHANEY:  Please don't go political, Larry.

WATTERS:  It isn't politics. It is just the right thing, period. People need to
understand that. Lexi really does have a point!

[At this, a peal of laughter erupts from the crowd, quickly followed by a cheer as Hogg
staggers to his feet and turns around to face the second member of Border Control...only to
get blasted with a steel chair shot, which finally takes him down and out!]

CHANEY:  HOGG DRILLED WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!!

WATTERS:  Good night gracie!!!!  Damn, that was solid!

CHANEY:  Weren't you complaining about chair usage just awhile ago?

WATTERS:  Listen, you and I both agree that outside of an official match, the word
illegal is really hard to throw out there. So deal with it!

[The crowd's cheers quickly turn to jeers as, his mission accomplished, Lincoln takes off at
full pelt towards ringside, where Ryan Paris and Colby Prince have just finished rolling
Kamikazee Keith into the ring. He leaps forward and grabs Paris's leg just as he is about to
enter the squared circle, clearly intending to steal the upcoming pin attempt for himself!
He would have reckoned, however, without Colby Prince, who barges in from the side with a
running elbow smash, which takes the agent to the ground.]

CHANEY:  Now things are devolving! I think this match may neve rget off the ground!

WATTERS:  We have brawling over whow ill get the pin now!

CHANEY:  It is an abolsute example in chaos, Larry!

WATTERS:  And it may not end soon if they start fighting over who gets to start and
end the match!

[Prince intends for it to stay that way, and promptly begins whaling on Lincoln, to ensure
he stays right where he is. Lexi Darlington rushes forward, steel chair in hand, but Colby
sees her coming and snatches the chair out of her hands, sending her hurtling forward in the
process. With Washington still hobbling from the pain in his privates, and therefore
incapable of helping his tag team partner, Paris is free to once again climb the apron and
enter the ring to cover his opponent.]

CHANEY:  Paris takes the steel chair and it looks like Lexi is lucky to still have
hear head attached.

WATTERS:  That would be a shame to see her get hurt.

CHANEY:  But a lot quieter!

WATTERS:  Chaney, that was just plain offensive!

[Long minutes after the teams have entered the ringside area, the bell finally rings for the
start of a match which ends almost immediately afterwards, as the referee drops down and
counts.]

CHANEY:  The bell rings and now we have a cover by Paris!!!

WATTERS:  You have got to be kidding me?

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CHANEY:  American Revival and Border Control win the match!

WATTERS:  Can we really call this a match? It lasted literally seven seconds!

CHANEY:  That's what she said!

WATTERS:  Very funny, Chaney. Now try announcing as grown-up Chaney for the rest of
the night.

[As the bell rings, Prince finally relents on his beatdown of Lincoln and enters the ring to
celebrate with his partner. As for Border Control, despite shooting American Revival dirty
looks, they are in no fit state to try anything further, and are therefore forced to accept
defeat and limp backstage, clearly not happy but in too much pain to do anything about it. A
moment after they are seen slinking through the entrance curtain.]

CHANEY:  If anything we saw just how rutless American Revival can truly be!

WATTERS:  I wouldn't want to mess with those two and the tag division will soon
understand how touch it will be to get hardware off them if they ever sniff those belts.

CHANEY:  One might say they may be unstoppable if they get their shot at the top.

WATTERS:  I have no doubt about that!

[Fade to black.]







[A man is seated on a couch in a somewhat darkened room with a coffee table.  He is wearing
a loose jacket and a colorful knit cap, holding a red plastic cup in one hand, from which he
took a sip. The camera zooms in a little closer as the gentleman chuckled and positioned
himself to be the focus of the camera. He took another big sip from his cup, then put it on
the coffee table next to him.]

STRANGER:  Why hello SCW.  You may or may not know me.  If you don't, that's ok, we
will get acquainted.  You see, SCW is going to be home to my show...and to me...as well.
It's called On the Rocks.  See, that's kind of a pun because I have a bit of a drinkin'
problem.  I'm making my misery your joy.

[A hot reel then begins to play of the many fights that occurred during what appeared to be
a chat show on "some other" wrestling promotion.  Several wrestlers are thrown over couches
and chairs.  Several doors are kicked in.  Several drops and slams were made through coffee
tables.  The sizzle reel ended with numerous shots of a lovely blonde wrestler, who shall
remain unnamed, kicking various wrestlers in the posterior.  The last shot of the reel was
the wall of a building coming down and the previously unknown "Stranger" coming through a
wall with a police battering ram and the reel slowed down to his face full of fury.]

[The stranger frowns, then reconsiders, and shrugs.]

STRANGER:  We have a lot of fun on my show, as you can see.  Ohh I'm sorry, I haven't
introduced myself.  My name is Jonny Bedlam for those who don't know.

[A reel of Jonny Bedlam placing various "famous wrestlers" in the Kata Hajime and the
Peruvian Necktie and a few of them tapping out plays.  The reel shifts to Jonny performing
his BRH Butterfly Kick on various wrestlers.  Then an alternating reel of him performing the
Arabian Facebuster and the Branding Iron on various wrestlers played.  Finally, several
shots of him lifting one or two title belts in victory, including what appear to be a world
title, with the lettering on it blurred out.]

BEDLAM:  So anyways, now that we've been introduced through industry methods of quick
introduction.  Let's give you a little sneak peek of what's to come.  LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!!

[The lights in the room lit up instantly and we could see a scene very similar to that of
the one in the sizzle reel.  Off in the corner is a full bar and on the back wall is a neon
sign reading "On the Rocks with Jonny Bedlam."]

BEDLAM:  Let's tear this place apart, guys.

[Fade out.]







[The camera goes backstage and you see "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley still in his ring
year. He is sitting on a chair bent over with his head in his hands. He slowly lifts his
head up and notices the camera. ]

FOLEY:  Tonight not many people believed in me. They thought after I lost to Alfie I
would do what I normally do. They didn't believe that this is my time to shine. Not taking
anything away from El Principe as he is a great competitor but let's face it I am a
different man than in the past. In the past after a hard fought lost I would beat myself up
over it. I would watch the match over and over again and see what I could have done
different to have left the victor.

[Brief pause by Foley as he stares off into the distance. ]

FOLEY:  I learned from my time away the ring that what happens happens you have no
control over it after the outcome. All you can do is look forward and focus at the next
match at hand. I did just that and now it is time to focus at my next match. Take it one
step at a time to reach the ultimate prize of becoming the first ever Lonestar Heavyweight
Champion.

[Caleb stands up from the chair and looks square into the camera. ]

FOLEY:  I don't care who I have to face. Pat Gordon Jr, Alfie Button, Tripp Skylark,
Brody Windham, Sean Darring, SAGAWA or even Johnny Psychotic you are all on my radar. All I
need to do is win three more matches. It won't be an easy feat but I am up for the challenge
of proving each and everyone of you wrong. Go ahead and doubt me because it only puts a
bigger smile on my face when I realize my childhood dream of being the first ever champion
in a federation. The time for talk is over it is time to go to war!

[Camera fades out as Foley is seen walking into a locker room.]







[We return to the Rampage Studio with Stan Conlon and Robert "The Gorilla" Smith.]

SMITH:  "Johnny Two Belts" has arrived in SCW!  I tell you what that is another piece
of shocking news and it shows just how much buzz there is out there about SCW.

CONLON:  I agree, Gorilla! Johnny Bedlam is yet another former World Champion to walk
into the locker room and you have to feel good about that.

SMITH:  Even better when they have that level of pedigree! He will be a title
contender quickly, I think.

CONLON:  But who will he be among the contenders to face? The Title Tournament's
final group stage match is upon us and it isn't exactly what was expected.

SMITH:  You can say that again. Group C has been shockingly topsy-turvey!

CONLON:  From the shocking suspension of top contender Chase Williams, to the utter
hatred between Johnny Psychotic and Sagawa!

SMITH:  Nobdy sawe this coming and Hank Wright even forced them to square off in a
steel cage to decide which one would be group leader and who would be second.

CONLON:  The winner of this match will be Group C winner and square off with Caleb
Foley in the quarterfinals, while the loser of this match gets an even tougher match against
Alfie Button.

SMITH:  Either way you go, you end up with a tough road to travel for gold!

CONLON:  Most definitely. Add to that the fact that Johnny Psychotic's manager
Tiberius Nixon is injured and will not be at ringside, you have to wonder if that will
affect him.

SMITH:  It will. My old tag partner had a manager named The Zookeeper and once he
wasn't with us anymore, the Doc wasn't quite as focused. Now for others, the manager keeps
them even and they become savages without them. Which will Johnny be? We will soon find out.

CONLON:  Yes we will, Gorilla! It is time for the main event of Rampage and we are
going to send you to the match in its entirety and that will close out our broadcast! Enjoy
the footage from Dallas, Texas!







[As the screen transitions to the video footage,, the following graphic fills the screen.]














[The footage begins to play with SCW Ring Announcer Aaon "The Buff" Buffington in the ring.]

BUFFINGTON:  The following contest is your Main Event of the evening. It is a Final
Match in Group C of the Lonestar Title Tournament, there must be a winner, and it will
contested inside of a ...

                                    S T E E L   C A G E ! ! !

[As the camera cuts down to the ringside area, it catches a view of ringside attendants
locking the intimidating silver structure into place on the ringposts, as the near capacity
crowd inside The Phoenix looks on, impressed.]

BUFFINGTON:  One the bell rings, the official in charge will be SCW Head Referee
Barry Snider. But now, lets bring out the participants!

[No sooner do the words of Aaron Buffington leave his lips, then the electronic beat of
Prodigy's "Take Me to the Hospital" hits the PA System and the fans take to their feet. As
the curtain at the end of the aisle parts, a stoic looking figure makes his way out into the
building, running a strong hand back through his long mane of dark black hair.]

BUFFINGTON:  Introducing first ... He comes into tonight's match with 30 Points in
Block C of the Lonestar Title Tournament. He weighed in tonight at 263lbs and hails from
Long Island, New York. He is ...

                          "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 ! ! !

CHANEY: This is it, Larry. This is the match we have been waiting for, and man oh man
does Johnny Psychotic have his game face on. I don't know if this is 100% accurate, but I
know I personally have never seen Psychotic head into battle without his confidant and
manager, Tiberius Nixon.

WATTERS: Me neither Chaney, and I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
He could totally be lost for direction but that the same time, he could be seething with
pent up anger and aggression. For our sake, I hope it's the latter - because then we will
have two absolute _animals_ locked inside the cage.

[The stroll to the ring by Psychotic is slow and deliberate, as he takes the time to stare
down a couple of fans along the aisleway. As he reaches the ringside area, he reaches with
his hands and intertwines his fingers in the mesh of the cage and gives it a shake - the
steel making a loud clanging side under his grip.]

CHANEY: Well for people that don't know the past history of SAGAWA, at lease in the
United States, he was always under the mentorship of one Cameron Lee Waubahs - until
Southwestern Championship Wrestling came along - and well, we know the kind of beast he has
become here. Could the same thing be in the cards for the Long Islander.

[Rounding the corner of the ring, Psychotic grabs the corner of the cage and starts his
ascent of the steel steps. Each step quite heavy, and very deliberate ... a loud thud
emanating as the sole of his boot meets the metal. Passing through the portal doorway of the
cage, he pauses just outside the ropes to really take in the scope of things. Nodding his
head, and what appears to be a smirk appearing in the corner of his lips.]

WATTERS: Ain't gonna lie to ya Chaney. If I didn't know better, I would say that they
smirk on the face of Johnny Psychotic is a tell. A tell that this is _exactly_ the
environment he wants to be in tonight to do battle with well ... this man ....

BUFFINGTON: And his opponent ...

[No sooner do the words leave the lips of the ring announcer, than all the lights inside The
Phoenix quickly cut to darkness. As usual the blackness is met with instinctual "OOOOHs",
"AAAAHs", and a couple of screams before "The Sound of Madness" by Shinedown blares into the
building. Near the entrance portal begin to pulse to the driving beat of the music.]

o/~ Yeah, I get it you're an outcast
o/~ Always under attack always coming in last
o/~ Bringing up the past no one owes you anything
o/~ I think you need a shotgun blast a kick in the ass
o/~ So paranoid
o/~ Watch your back!

[With a raucous response from the fans, the camera quickly pans down the aisle as a fired up
SAGAWA stands amidst the strobes, headbanging with long braided ponytail thrashing around in
the air. No sooner does the camera get close to The Aokigahara Angel of Death, than he stops
his spastic motion and stares directly into the lens - a shining silver fork is grasped
solidly between his crimson stained teeth.]

BUFFINGTON:  He enters tonight's match also with 30 Points in Group C of The Lonestar
Title Tournament. He weighed in at 193lbs and now resides in Aokigahara by way of The Kochi
Prefecture in Japan. He is The Kochi Cannibal. The Aokigahara Angel of Death. The Madman
from Japan. He is ...

                                          S A G A W A ! ! !

[The words of the ring announcers are echoed by the fans as they scream his name almost like
a war cry as SAGAWA charges down the aisle, still holding onto the fork within his bite.
From over his shoulder, the camera picks up Johnny Psychotic as he stands almost motionless
in the center of the ring - staring down the the Japanese born star. SAGAWA responds by
pulling the fork from the clutches of his teeth and hurling it up over the top of the cage
and into the ring. The sharpened metal object clearly bounces off the chest of Psychotic who
is completely unfazed by the contact.]

CHANEY:  And here comes SAGAWA, and Lar, I would venture that he came tonight to
fight! He just has that look in his eyes that we have come to know oh so well. That look
that says he is here to raise a little bit of hell.

WATTERS: Right you are, Chaney, and that is when I love him. When he rains down the
chaos, it drives this crowd and me personally into an absolute frenz- LOOK OUT!

[The camera quickly cuts back to the ring as SAGAWA seizes a chair from a fan at ringside
and chucks it up over the top support beam of the cage so that it crashes to the mat with a
loud clank. Circling the ring, SAGAWA grabs a second, third, and fourth chair and follows
suit, chairs flying through the air and into the ring as Johnny Psychotic slowly turns to
keep his cold stare focused on SAGAWA.]

CHANEY: Both of these men have a completely different energy about them, but both
have a same goal. Win this bracket. Win this tournament.

WATTERS: And destroy their competition.

[Stopping at the side of the ring opposite the aisleway, SAGAWA looks around to the fans as
the music of Shinedown begins to fade and reaches out to grab the wall of the cage. Nodding
his head as if to convince himself that it is the right thing to do, SAGAWA presses a foot
against the bottom brace of the cage and begins to ascend the outside wall.]

CHANEY: AND HERE WE GO! SAGAWA climbing the outside of the cage while his opponent
just stands there - motionless - but begging him to bring it on!

WATTERS:  Like a creature in the jungle, SAGAWA scaling that cage with ease as he
throws a leg up over the top and is now pushing himself up to his feet.

[The view switches to a wide show, as SAGAWA stands atop the cage looking down at a game
Johnny Psychotic - Referee Barry Snider motioning up towards the lunatic that he needs to
bring the action inside the ring. We cut closer to ringside as the mouth of SAGAWA upturns
into an almost Cheshire- like smirk as he subtly nods his head.

In one fluid motion, he steps off his ledge atop the cage and drops towards the top rope. No
sooner do both feet hit the top rope in unison than he springboards off it and into the air.
Showing his catlike reflexes, SAGAWA manages to get some height on the springboard as he
vaults himself up and over the head of Johnny Psychotic.]

WATTERS: IT'S GO TIME!!!

[But as SAGAWA springs over the head of Psychotic and spins around, Psychotic turns on a
dime as well and drops to a knee. In one swift motion, he folds his arm in half and brings
it swinging upwards just in time to make connection with the nether-regions of SAGAWA. His
eyes nearly crossing from the pain, SAGAWA throws his head back and lets a cloud of Red Mist
spew forward and into the sky.]

WATTERS: RED MIST!!! RED MIST!!! SAGAWA had The Red Mist ready to go, but Psychotic
anticipated and did the only thing he could think of.

CHANEY: He punched him right in the ...

[The bell sounds]

DING! DING!

[The bell echoes through the building as the official steps in and tries to give a warning
to Psychotic, who responds by shaking his head. Grabbing the official by the shirt, he
forcefully moves him back to a neutral corner and can be heard giving a warning of his own
... "You're here to count to three, that's it! So stand here, and wait til I am ready for
you!"]

CHANEY: Bold words from Psychotic, but in tonight's Main Event he isn't wrong! This
one will end with a clear-cut winner. Pinfall. Submission. Escape the cage. That's it.

WATTERS: But Psychotic has to keep his focus on SAGAWA, who is now back to his feet.

[The warning of Watters seems apropos, because as Johnny turns around, SAGAWA comes charging
across the ring with an arm outstretched for a clothesline.]

CHANEY: SAGAWA with a clothesline, but Johnny ducks underneath and goes behind for a
waistlock. Psychotic pops the hips - Overhead German Suple - NO! SAGAWA flips through it and
lands back on his feet! Psychotic up, he turns and here comes SAGAWA again! Psychotic lowers
his head for a backdrop, but SAGAWA rolls up and over the back - HE ALMOST HIT THE REFEREE!

[SAGAWA freezes in his tracks, and grabs the ref by the should to move him out of the way.
Springing up to the second rope, SAGAWA flips backwards blindly with a picture perfect
moonsault as Psychotic moves in towards the corner.]

WATTERS: Psychotic caught SAGAWA! Psychotic charges towards the side of the cage with
a Snake Eyes...

CHANEY: But SAGAWA slips down over the back! Psychotic rebounds off the ropes and
attempts a clothesline of his own! SAGAWA down underneath, he hooks the arms - BACKSLIDE!
The ref is down for the count ..

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CHANEY:  NO CHANCE! Its a game of evasion for these two so far.

WATTERS: Like a hunter and their prey. But who is what role? That is what I want to
know.

[Using the momentum of the attempted backside, Psychotic manages to roll through with
relative ease and get himself back up to his feet. Facing SAGAWA, he again charges forward,
but The Madman from Japan drops into a baseball slide and ducks between the legs of The
Human Heart Attack.]

CHANEY:  SAGAWA now back up to a vertical base and sailing into the ropes! The
wildman lets out a banshee like scream and charges towards Johnny Psychotic as he turns
around, but Psychotic is waiting for him! He sidesteps SAGAWA and continues his momentum
forward towards the cage.

WATTERS: But SAGAWA is quick on his feet, as he leaps over the top rope and spins
around to face the rin-

C L A N K ! ! !

WATTERS: SWEET BUTTERY JESUS!

CHANEY: Psychotic just threw one of those chairs that SAGAWA pitched into the ring
earlier, and it caught him right between the eyes! SAGAWA slumping against the mesh of the
cage, and here comes Psychotic again - LEAPING KNEE!!!!

[A shot from the outside of the ring shows the shimmering mesh threatening to give way from
the weight of two men as Psychotic leaps and drives his knee right into the teeth of The
Kochi Cannibal as he is propped against the wall of the cage. A switch of shots shows the
almost lifeless expression on the face of SAGAWA as he slouches to an almost seated position
while Psychotic doesn't waste a moment and hits the opposite ropes once more.]

CHANEY:  Johnny Psychotic has just taken control of this one and in quick fashion as
he charges for another knee!

WATTERS: SAGAWA grabs the bottom rope and uses it to propel himself between the legs
of Psychotic once again. A little game of opossum from The Aokigahara Angle of Death?

CHANEY: Maybe? SAGAWA getting back to his feet and starting to turn around as
Psychotic continues his momentum off the ropes. He turns around - YAKUKA KICK FROM PSYCHOTIC
TO THE MUSH OF FREDDIE SAGAWA!

[The impact as the sole of Psychotic's foot connects with the face of SAGAWA, causes the
Japanese born athlete to do a full flip before landing face first on the canvas - his arms
tight against his side. Psychotic isn't done however as he quickly flips his hair back out
of his eyes before turning and grabbing the scruff of SAGAWA's neck along with his
camouflage shorts and pulls him back to his feet. Deliberately and with malicious intentions
he throws SAGAWA head first between the ropes, the top of his skull hitting the mesh of the
cage.]

WATTERS: He may have been stoic when he came to the ring, but it looks like Psychotic
was reserving all his energy for this onslaught!

CHANEY: SAGAWA's body draped over the second rope and Psychotic is on the attack
again. He hits the opposite strands and rebounds - knee across the back of the head! SAGAWA
staggers back from the ropes and Psychotic with the waistlock again! OVERHEAD RELEASE GERMAN
CONNECTS THIS TIME!

[The rolling of the body is uncomfortable as SAGAWA connects with the back of his head on
the canvas, and his form folds into a jackknife position. Charging forward, Psychotic makes
eye contact with Referee Barry Snider and screams "COUNT!" but before he can even get into
position, the instincts of SAGAWA kick in and he kicks out.]

WATTERS: NOT EVEN A ONE COUNT!

[Rolling to his stomach, SAGAWA starts to push himself back up to all fours - but before he
can even get his wits about him, Psychotic connects again with a charging knee to the side
of the jaw that jerks his neck violently.]

CHANEY: I am not going to lie. In the seven weeks that Southwestern Championship
Wrestling has been around, I have never seen Johnny Psychotic like this.

WATTERS: Focused. Focused on absolutely decimating the man that took out his friend
and mentor last week with a fork ... and speaking of.

[Wandering over towards one corner, Johnny Psychotic eyes the object that did Tiberius Nixon
in on the last episode of Rampage. Bending over, he picks it up and eyes it curiously, as he
stalks back over and straddles the prone body of SAGAWA. If it weren't for the labored
breathing, one may describe his form as lifeless. With a fork in one hand, Psychotic reaches
down with the other and wraps it up in the long braided ponytail of his adversary.]

CHANEY: With a handful of hair, Psychotic is pulling SAGAWA up to his knees.

WATTERS:  I talked with him earlier tonight, and he said that he was coming for his
pound of flesh. What better way to do it than making him fall on his own sword.

[His arms hanging at his side, SAGAWA is yanked up onto a kneeling position, as Psychotic
not-so- gingerly pulls at his jaw to expose his forehead upward. Raising the fork in the
other hand, he angles the sharpened tines downward towards the fleshy tissue of SAGAWA's
skull - before shaking his head back and forth.]

CHANEY: NO? Psychotic is shaking his head no. No what?

[Changing his mind, possibly, Psychotic takes the fork and throws it as far as he can - the
object sailing through the air and disappearing into the masses assembled inside The
Phoenix.]

WATTERS:  He doesn't want to use the fork. It is like he is saying to SAGAWA that he
doesn't need any weapons.

CHANEY: What are you talking about? He used the chair earlier.

WATTERS: Keep your facts to yourself.

[Meanwhile, with SAGAWA still in position, Psychotic balls his hand up onto a tight fist -
leaving one knuckle deliberately protruding. Grinding his teeth in tension, he turns the
knuckle downward and drives it purposefully and deliberately into SAGAWA's forehead, just
above the eye socket. THUD!]

WATTERS: Ew!! That sound of knuckle on bone was well .. kinda gross ...

CHANEY: He ain't looking for style points Larry.

WATTERS: Damn right. He is looking for the 25 points that puts him atop Block C!

[The sound of a thud echoes again as Psychotic drives his knuckle into the forehead of
SAGAWA a second time .. and then a third .. picking up the pace with each piston-like shot
to the fleshy tissue that protects the former Big Game Hunter's skull. After about a dozen
repeat punches, Psychotic lets go and SAGAWA slumps to the canvas. Meanwhile, he turns his
attention towards the exposed knuckle that is showing a little bit of color.]

CHANEY: Did he skin his knuckle?

WATTERS: Really?

[Reaching down, Psychotic grabs the shoulder of SAGAWA and rolls him over onto his back as
the scene becomes obvious - a decent sized gash now opened just above the eye. A steady
trickle of blood runs down the side of his head, as slowly Psychotic drops to his knees
before laying across his chest and hooking the leg.

CHANEY: We have a cover!

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CHANEY: KICKOUT!

WATTERS: And Psychotic seems just fine with that!

[His face turned into a bit of a smirk, The Human Heart Attack shrugs his shoulders non-
chalantly before seizing the hair and pulling SAGAWA back up to his knees.]

WATTERS: I don't think Johnny Psychotic is going to lose any sleep over the fact that
he is going to have to dish out some more punishment to SAGAWA.

CHANEY: Not a single second. Psychotic now facing SAGA- Forearm to the teeth! And a
second! Johnny takes a step back .. ROLLING ELB- NO! SAGAWA DUCKS! SAGAWA with a push off
into the ropes, Psychotic rebounds and SAGAWA leaps with both knees - CAUGHT!

[With an attempt at a Standing Double Knee, Psychotic manages to catch SAGAWA and wrap both
arms firmly around the back of his legs. Holding him in position, The Human Heart Attack
charges in what looks like an attempt to drive him back first into the cage, but The
Aokigahara Angel of Death shifts his weight and rolls down over the back for a sunset flip.]

CHANEY: But NO! Psychotic rolls through and is back to his feet - Psychotic charges
SLIDING D!!!!

WATTERS: That Diving Elbow Strike flattened SAGAWA and we have another cover!

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CHANEY: SAGAWA got his shoulder up! It doesn't look like anybody is home, but yet he
continues to kick out.

WATTERS: I think that property has been abandoned for a long loooong time Chaney, but
that is what has endeared SAGAWA to so many of his fans. The problem is, tonight, there is
just a viciousness in Johnny P that we haven't seen since his debut here in SCW.

CHANEY: Johnny P?

WATTERS: Yeah, it's my name for him. You got a problem with it?

CHANEY: No, SAGAWA is the one having problems with Johnny P. Each time Psychotic goes
for the cover, it is getting more and more difficult for SAGAWA to kickout.

WATTERS: A cat only has so many lives, and SAGAWA now crawling across the ring on all
fours like a feline as Psychotic just takes his time and for lack of a better word .. stalks
The Kochi Cannibal.

[On all fours, SAGAWA crawls towards the opposite side of the cage in an attempt to create
some distance. Meanwhile as Psychotic gets back to his feet he lines himself up with the
head and neck of his adversary - targeting him as he lets out a soft cackle.]

WATTERS: Not liking the sound of that laugh. Not one bi-

[Using the nearby ropes for some momentum, Psychotic charges across the ring and lifts his
knee for a collision with SAGAWA's head, but at the last moment SAGAWA kneels up and Johnny
charges past him. Before he can get to far away though, SAGAWA shifts his position, cradles
Psychotic from behind and jerks him back to the canvas.]

CHANEY: THE REF DOWN FOR THE COUNT!

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THR-

CHANEY: Kickout! Both men back to their feet quickly! SAGAWA charges! Psychotic
charge- No retreats!

[Seeing SAGAWA taking the offensive stance, Psychotic backs up a step or two before seizing
the top strand and dropping to his back. As he falls back, SAGAWA spills over the top, and
shifts his weight so he lands on on his feet between the ropes and the cage. Rolling to his
stomach, Psychotic gets back to a vertical base and throws a wild right hand -]

CHANEY: Right hand blocked! Psychotic with a left - also blocked by SAGAWA! Right
from Psyh- fake out!

[As SAGAWA moves to block the right hand, Psychotic lifts a knee and drives it into the
midsection - doubling him over as the wind is knocked clear out of his gut. Dazed as a
result of the knee, The Long Islander seizes the moment and grabs a handful of SAGAWA's
ponytail and runs him head first into the turnbuckle.]

WATTERS: SAGAWA goes weak in the knees! Johnny just ran his head into the turnbuckle
.. not the padding .. but the actual steel bolt that connects the ropes to the ring post.
And oh ....

CHANEY: Yeah.

[As an uncomfortable silence fills the broadcast booth, a malicious and confident Johnny
Psychotic grabs the long braided ponytail of his adversary once again and drives the
forehead into the steel buckle with a dull thud. Raising both hands to cover his face,
SAGAWA drops limply to his knees and turns to show off the damage to a nearby camera
operator. Where he once had a single gash over his eyelid from the deliberate knuckle
punches of Psychotic, SAGAWA is now clearly developing a goose egg in the center of his
forehead.]

CHANEY: God Larry, I know that we want a clear winner in this battle - but Referee
Barry Snider seriously has to consider the well-being of Freddie Sagawa at this poin- UGH!

[The camera still transfixed on the visage of The Kochi Cannibal picks up the vile nature of
The Human Heart Attack as he presses his face against the wire mesh of the cage and begins
to run it back and forth along the steel. After two good passes, the once swollen goose egg
begins to run red.]

WATTERS: Like a damn cheese grater, Johnny Psychotic is absolutely maiming SAGAWA. I
mentioned it earlier but Johnny said he was coming for a pound of flesh and he is clearly
taking it.

[Despite the guttural screams of SAGAWA, Johnny Psychotic continues his vicious onslaught as
he drags the face across the cage a few more times. Basking in his handiwork, he spins
around to show off his blood stained hands to the fans on the opposite side of The Phoenix
as SAGAWA slumps back once again - his life fluids running down over his face, mouth, and
fang-like teeth. Meanwhile the rubber glove wearing official dives in to check on the status
of the former Big Game Hunter.]

CHANEY: Pride. That is the perfect word to describe the look on the face of Johnny
Psychotic. This torment. This beating. This reprehensible destruction of another human being
has gone right to his head.

WATTERS: But when you think about it, it is all SAGAWA's own doing. He is the one
that attacked Nixon with a fork. He is the one that drew first blood. Johnny Psychotic will
be _damned_ is he becomes just another victim.

[Content with his showboating to the hostile crowd in The SCW Arena, Psychotic turns on his
heels and puts his focus back on SAGAWA who is trying to pull himself to his feet with the
assistance of the ring ropes. As Psychotic reaches in for another fistful of hair however,
SAGAWA swats his hand away and lunges his head forward ...]

CHANEY: RED MIST! RED MIST! RED MIST INTO THE FACE OF JOHNNY PSYCHOTIC!

WATTERS: Yeah I don't know about that. This looks alot more um .. viscous than the
usual mist that SAGAWA uses.

CHANEY: You mean-

WATTERS: Yeah.

[It is about this time that the crowd also comes to the disgusting revelation that SAGAWA
unleashed a mouthful of his own blood into the face of his opponent - who now spins around
clutching at his own face. Noticing the opening, SAGAWA grabs the buckle that he was run
into a few minutes earlier and starts to scale to the top.]

CHANEY: SAGAWA going high as The Long Islander tries to wipe his opponents blood out
of his own eyes. Christ, talk about things I never thought I would be saying.

WATTERS: The Madman from Japan has something up his sleeve as he positions himself on
the top rope right behind Psychotic! HE LEAPS! DOUBLE STOMP!

CHANEY: NO! Psychotic collapses back into the buckle and SAGAWA drives his feet in
the canvas and either he had a misstep or he just tweaked his own ankle! Psychotic moves in
from behind .. rear waistlock .. GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

[Popping his hips as he throws himself backwards, Psychotic pulls off a picture perfect
release German Suplex - causing the body of his opponent to go sailing, the back of his
skull connecting with the middle turnbuckle pad before his jackknifing in half.]

CHANEY: Things just are NOT going SAGAWA's way tonight!

WATTERS: He has been on the receiving end of so many gross and debilitating maneuvers
that win, lose, or draw he will be lucky if he is able to compete next week as we start the
bracketing for the Lonestar Title Tournament.

CHANEY: As SAGAWA rolls around on the canvas, both hands holding the back of his
skull and his neck, a relentless Johnny Psychotic stays on top and pulls him back to his
feet. Grabbing him now by the neck and the midsection - he hoists him high for a Military
Press!

[Showing a little bit of a power game, Psychotic holds SAGAWA in the air, parallel to the
canvas and walks around the ring in a display of strength. As he does, a thick, steady
stream of blood pours out from the eyelid and the goose egg and stains the canvas of the SCW
ring. A cut shot shows a mother covering her young childs eyes, while another shows a full
own adult dry heaving at what is transpiring in the ring.]

CHANEY: Referee Barry Snider in there to check on things once agai- NO!!!

WATTERS: Ha HA! Charging forward, Johnny Psychotic just pitched a gushing SAGAWA head
first into the mesh of the cage like a damned lawn dart!

[With no way to protect himself, the forehead of SAGAWA bounces off the mesh and he rebounds
backwards and onto his feet inside the ring. Before he has a chance to regain any sort of
composure, a charging bull named Johnny Psychotic goes low and drives his shoulder into the
calf muscle of The Aokigahara Angel of Death.]

CHANEY: CHOP BLOCK!!! He has done damage to the forehead. He has done damage to the
head and neck. And now he is doing damage to the ankle that he clearly saw SAGAWA tweak
before. For all intents and purposes, Johnny Psychotic is systematically destroying The
Kochi Cannibal.

WATTERS: I couldn't describe it better myself. I feel like despite a few covers,
Psychotic did NOT come in here tonight for a quick and easy 3 count. He had .. strike that
.. he HAS one goal on his mind. Complete, total, and utter destruction his adversary.

[Once again the official leans in to check on SAGAWA, but is pushed out of the way by
Psychotic. A bit fed up with the complete disregard for authority, Referee Barry Snider
shakes his head and tugs at Johnny's arm to get his attention. As Psychotic looks at him,
Snider points a warning finger at the black and white zebra stripes of his shirt - a stern
reminder that even though there are no disqualification or count-outs there is still an
authority figure inside the confines of the cage.]

WATTERS: Johnny Psychotic clearly rolling his eyes at the referee.

[As the official continues to read Psychotic the riot act, he just smirks a sinister smile
as he takes a few steps back and scoops up one of the chairs thrown into the squared circle
earlier. Gazing down at SAGAWA, he sizes things up before taking the edge of the solid steel
folding chair and driving it right into the bony protuberance of the ankle, causing a scream
to escape the lungs of The Madman from Japan, whether he intended to our not.]

CHANEY: SAGAWA rolling himself up into a fetal position as he clutches at that ankle,
but Psychotic is having none of it as he measures things up and AGAIN drives the chair right
down into the ankle of his opponent.

WATTERS: And these fans here in Texas are NOT enjoying it at all. They are letting
Psychotic know exactly how they feel as he doles out a beating like one I have not seen in
ages.

CHANEY: Psychotic is just gloating as he holds that chair high, while stepping right
on the ankle of SAGAWA.

[The official doubles over to check on SAGAWA who is visibly biting his own knuckles in an
attempt to muffle the screams that his body wants to release. The referee asks if he wants
to give it up, but SAGAWA refuses to respond at all. Meanwhile the calculating Psychotic
circles his prey, trying to plot his next move. Finally, he seems to come up with something
as he reaches down and grabs at the ankle of The Kochi Cannibal and drops to his back -
scissoring his leg and twisting at the ankle.]

CHANEY: ANKLE LOCK!!!

[No sooner is the move applied that an agonizing and bloodied SAGAWA pushes up against the
canvas in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure. His eyes open widely as he feels the
anguish coursing through his ankle bone, he looks around as the fans that have grown to love
him break into a chant in an attempt to show their support ... ]

PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!

PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!

PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!

[... as Referee Barry Snider reaches into the check for a submission, SAGAWA vigorously
shakes his head back and forth in the negative. Meanwhile Psychotic shouts out an obscenity
before wrenching on the limb once more.]

CHANEY: Johnny Psychotic looking for a submission!

WATTERS: After what he put Nixon through on the last episode of Rampage, I don't know
if there would be a more validating way to end it. Not just beat him, but to make him quit.
Make it so he says that he is unable to continue.

PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!

PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!     PLEASE DON'T TAP!

["TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH" are the words that Psychotic utters though as he pushes his hips
upwards and applies more pressure to the ankle and leg of SAGAWA. "TAP!" he screams out
again as the arms of The Kochi Cannibal go slack, his head bouncing off the canvas with some
definite oomph behind it.]

WATTERS: THAT doesn't look good at all. SAGAWA had some fight in him .. but now ..
Referee Snider is right in there asking if he wants to give it up.

CHANEY: But SAGAWA isn't saying a thing. If SAGAWA doesn't respond, it is well within
the jurisdiction of the official to end it. He has every right to call it quits and award
the match to The Human Heart Attack.

WATTERS: And at this point. After everything SAGAWA has gone through, one might call
it a mercy killing. He may actually _want_ to go down that road.

CHANEY: Still no response from SAGAWA though and the official goes in to check the
arm ...

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CHANEY: One more time and this match-up is over. One more time and Johnny Psychotic
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[And again the arm falls, but only for SAGAWA to plant his forearms on the canvas and push
his body back up once again.]

WATTERS: HE'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!

[Nodding his head furiously, the fans behind to clap along in rhythm as SAGAWA sets his eyes
on the nearby ropes and begins to military crawl towards them. A bit surprised my the sudden
show of life, Psychotic tries to sandbag it, but the determination and heart of The Kochi
Cannibal is strong.]

CHANEY: These fans are electric as SAGAWA is just inches from the bottom rope - HE
HAS IT!!!

[As his fingers wrap around the bottom rope, the crowd goes absolutely bonkers.]

WATTERS: But there isn't a damn thing that Referee Barry Snider can do about it!
There are No Disqualifications! If he doesn't want to break the hold, he doesn't have to.

[To echo the sentiment, the official looks back at Johnny Psychotic who is grinning from ear
to ear as he shakes his head. Defiant? Sure. But well within the stipulations set forth in
the Steel Cage Match. Realizing that it is all for naught, SAGAWA pulls himself forth
another couple of inches and this time wraps his fingers up in the mesh of the fencing.]

CHANEY: SAGAWA's hands have moved from the bottom rope to the cage.

WATTERS: Why? The cage isn't going to force Johnny to break the hold either. Lets
face it, SAGAWA is a goner. He is a done deal. There is nothing that he can do to save his
ankle. It will end in either a tap or a snap.

CHANEY: OOOOOOR -

[Before Chaney can get the thought out of his mouth, a swell of cheers fills The Phoenix as
SAGAWA laces his second hand in the mesh of the steel and starts to go hand over hand, up
the side of the cage. The Human Heart Attack is caught completely off guard as SAGAWA shows
off a bit of power as he continues to scale the wall of the cage with Psychotic in tow.]

CHANEY: I don't know where he finds the will. I don't know where he finds the
reserve. But somehow SAGAWA has kicked into a secon- strike that ... a third wind. There is
no denying his heart and desire. He wants this win.

WATTERS: And if you listen to these Texas Fans they _want_ him to get that win as he
continues to scale the wall.

[In a state of shock at what is transpiring, Psychotic releases his lace of the leg and
rolls backwards and to his feet as SAGAWA uses the fencing to get back to his feet. His
chest heaving heavily as he breathes, the former Big Game Hunter places a foot against the
wall of the cage and continues to climb.]

CHANEY: We said at the opening that this match could end by pinfall. We said it could
end by submission. But with the dominance that Johnny Psychotic has shown, that is probably
and insurmountable task. But there was one other way. A way neither man has attempted until
now.

WATTERS: ESCAPE THE CAGE!

[And hand over hand he continues to climb, his body drawing closer to the top of the steel
apparatus that has contained this holy hell of a battle tonight. But behind him, a curious
Johnny Psychotic raises the steel chair once again and swings for the fences - the target?
The ankle of SAGAWA.]

CHANEY: HE SWINGS!

[Planting his feet on the top rope, SAGAWA uses the spring of the cable to propel him
upward, as the seat passes beneath his feet and connects with the cage instead. The bounce
of the rope helps SAGAWA to swing a leg over the steel trestle and straddle the top of the
cage.]

WATTERS: I did not see this coming! I am a huge fan of SAGAWA, but I thought it was a
done deal. But he has that fight in him dodgammit!

[Realizing the SAGAWA is one ill timed fall from spilling over the top and to victory,
Psychotic tosses the chair over his arms and begins to ascend the cage as well. Realizing
his opponent is drawing near, the crimson masked SAGAWA prepares for battle and slides back
along the trestle some to make room for his rival.]

CHANEY: Here we go Larry! Psychotic throwing his leg over the top of the cage as
well, and SAGAWA immediately meets him with a straight right to the teeth!

WATTERS: Psychotic responds with a forearm to the neck of The Kochi Cannibal. The
neck that he worked on earlier tonight.

CHANEY: A right from SAGAWA!

A left from Psychotic!

SAGAWA!

PSYCHOTIC!

SAGAWA!

PSYCHOTIC!

[And with each shot that these two unleash on one another, the crowd grows louder and
louder. The shots are matched with chants of YAY for SAGAWA and BOO for Psychotic. Each blow
echoes some as the dangerous still chair sits on the trestle between the two men.]

WATTERS: HEADBUTT FROM SAGAWA!

[The impact from the headbutt leaves a bloody stain between the eyes of The Human Heart
Attack, who returns fire by grabbing the back of SAGAWA's head and drives it downward into
the seat of the steel chair with a loud thud. Reeling from the impact of the chair, SAGAWA
starts to tilt to the side, his body almost spilling to the floor of The Phoenix. But
Psychotic reaches out and steadies him - to prevent the fall.]

WATTERS: Psychotic showing great instincts there aaand .... drives the face of SAGAWA
down into the steel chair once again.

[But this time SAGAWA doesn't bounce back up, instead he stays doubled over with his body
resting against the steel chair as his back rises and falls with his labored breathing.
Sensing matters are back in his hands, he delivers a chop between the shoulder blades of
SAGAWA, but receives little to no reaction from The Aokigahara Angel of Death. Looking down
towards the ring and then back at SAGAWA, he starts to concoct a plan.]

CHANEY: I don't like that look in the eyes of Psychotic at all.

WATTERS: That look lets us know EXACTLY where his name came from.

CHANEY: The Long Islander now carefully pulling himself up into a standing position
on that piece of trestle that outlines the top of the cage. Talk about a precarious
position.

WATTERS: You can say THAT again and now he is pulling The Kochi Cannibal up there as
well.

[Very little resistance is shown from SAGAWA as he is pulled into a standing position atop
the cage as well, the wound on his forehead freshened up thanks to the steel chair that his
head was just driven into - and blood pouring down towards the canvas. The graphic nature of
the scene causes Referee Barry Snider to ascend the ropes to check on SAGAWA, but Psychotic
wants nothing to do with it.]

CHANEY: Larry, I am not liking the looks of this.

[With a clear shot to the midsection, Johnny Psychotic doubles SAGAWA over and locks his
head between his knees in a standing headscissors - a move that normally ends in one of two
ways. As Psychotic bends over and hooks his wrists around the waist and starts to life, the
answer seems obvious .... ]

WATTERS: NO WAY IN HELL!

CHANEY: HE IS GOING TO POWERBOMB SAGAWA FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!

[The audience collectively gasps as Psychotic lifts SAGAWA onto his shoulders and then
carefully starts to turn towards the ring. Tension hangs in the air and an eerie silence can
actually be felt as Psychotic carefully watches his footing. From below, hundreds of camera
flashbulbs start to go off in an attempt to capture this moment in Southwestern Championship
Wrestling history ....]

WATTERS: SAY SAYONAR-

[... but the risque attempt at humor is cut off, as SAGAWA's wits come about and he drives
the palm of his hand downward and into the nose of Johnny Psychotic. No sooner is impact
made than Psychotic lets out a blood curdling scream.]

CHANEY: PALM THRUST TO THE FACE! I don't think Johnny Psychotic knew he had that in
hi- JESUS CHRIST!

[Before the crowd can even have a chance to react to the resurgence of SAGAWA, Psychotic
starts to stagger and SAGAWA slides down off his shoulders towards the trestle - but it is
too narrow and he continues to fall towards the ring, grasping the upper edge of the cage at
the last possible second.]

WATTERS: SAGAWA just avoided certain injury! He almost fell from the top of the cage
to the ring but managed to catch on.

[Doubled over, Psychotic looks at his own open palm and realizes that blood is now coming
out of his nose, which is clearly broken. Through tear filled eyes he glances down at SAGAWA
who is holding onto the edge of the cage with all his might.]

CHANEY: These two men have been through hell tonight. There is no question that this
contest will go down in the annals of SCW history but ... OH COME ON!

WATTERS: Yeah, I am not liking the look of this.

[Realizing SAGAWA is absolutely helpless, Psychotic reaches down and grabs the back of his
head and pulls it forward, towards the trestle. Flipping the ponytail over the trestle, The
Human Heart Attack places a foot on the long strand of hair and starts to force SAGAWA's
mouth open - placing his upper teeth on the steel of the trestle. SAGAWA tries to pull away,
but the foot on the ponytail holds him in place.]

CHANEY: WHAT THE HELL!

WATTERS: COME ON! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!

[Knowing SAGAWA has nowhere to go, Psychotic reaches to his left and lifts up the steel char
that he brought up with him earlier. Trying to free himself, SAGAWA kicks his feet free from
the wall of the cage, but is locked in place. Instead his legs flail violently in the air as
all his weight is supported solely by his mouth which is clamped against the trestle.

The camera cuts to ringside as Larry Watters and Eric Chaney have left the broadcast booth
and are screaming up at Psychotic to cut things out. Meanwhile back inside the ring Referee
Barry Snider is screaming at the top of his lungs to stop whatever is going through his
mind. But it all falls on deaf ears of Johnny Psychotic as he raises the steel chair and
nods his head. Though fans and officials alike are yelling to stop - the voice of Nixon is
ringing in the back of his mind saying "DO IT"

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In one swift motion he swings the chair downward across the back of SAGAWA's skull and
forces his opened mouth and teeth forward against the top of the cage.

C L A N K ! ! !

And then the building falls silent.]

CHANEY: ...

WATTERS: ...

[The swinging of the chair shifts Johnny Psychotic's foot just far enough to free the
ponytail of SAGAWA, who goes tumbling backwards off the side of the cage. His body twists
through the air in a an unnatural position before his legs bounce off the ropes and the back
of his head hits the canvas in a jackknife position. His body flails to the side and his
mouth falls agape, a number of his upper teeth clearly chipped or missing.

Before Referee Barry Snider can even get down from his perch on the ropes, a puddle of blood
has already begun to pool around the head of The Kochi Cannibal. Snider quickly drops to a
knee and checks on the condition of the former Big Game Hunter, before spinning around and
calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Leaping to his feet, Barry Snider starts to call towards the locker room area, waving on
assistance - while overhead a smiling and proud Johnny Psychotic watches on. His look his
cold. His look is unforgiving. His look is without remorse. As the camera zooms up on his
face, another voice break into the broadcasting scream frantically.

VOICE:  WE NEED TO CUT THIS. FADE TO BLACK! FADE TO BLACK!

[Fade to Black]





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