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[The screen is black, and then we see a light shine across an empty wrestling ring as we hear a deep voice.]

VOICE:  Four men.

[The screen shows faded, almost transparent pictures of the faces of the semifinalists in the Lonestar Tournament. The faces of Pat Gordon, Jr; Caleb Foley; Sean Darring; and Sagawa are seen for a moment and then fade away.]

VOICE:  Four men of valor who all seek one opportunity.

[The image of the SCW Lonestar Title files the screen. We also begin to hear the instrumental of "Legendary" by Skillet begin to play behind the voice.]

VOICE:  The road has been paved with difficulty and violence, but these four will do battle for the top price, while others seek to gain personal vindication.

[We see "Big Kid" Chris Smith and Kid Chameleon fading in as if staring each other down.]

VOICE:  Two men who hatred has grown deep will finally do battle after months of dancing around each other.

[The pictures change to Las Preguntas and Davey-boy O'Brien and Keegan.]

VOICE:  A young man beaten down by overhwelming odds brings his mentor to even the battle and gets a title opportunity.

[The pictures change to Jonny Bedlam and Harrison Daniels III.]

VOICE:  Two newcomers seek to prove that they individually are the future of SCW

[A ladder is seen and around it are six spots. They fill in quickly as Johnny Psychotic, Alfie Button, Windham Brody, and Tripp Skylark's faces appear with two question marks.]

VOICE:  Six men will enter and try to climb the ladder to success where a clip board and Lonestar Title Shot are hanging from the rafters.

[The pictures of Dylan Goyette and Michael Wilson are seen.]

VOICE:  Two men whos hatred knows no bounds finally meet with eternal bragging rights at stake.

[The pictures all return all over the screen with the ring still visible in the background.]

VOICE:  When this night is over, one man will stand above them all as the first Lonestar champion. In the State of Texas, what could be more fitting than for the first champion to survive a literal....SHOWDOWN!

[The PPV logo fills the screen.]




[The songs ends and the logo breaks into pieces and flies off the screen, revealing the inside of the Phoenix Arena in Dallas, Texas. The sell-out crowd is still rocking from the free-for-all period and louder than ever. We hear our announcers over the view.]

CHANEY:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO SCW SHOWDOWN!!! This is the first internet pay-per-view for SCW and we are excited and ecstatic to be bringing this live from Dallas, Texas!

[The screen switches to show our ringside announce team for this event. We see Eric Chaney, wearing a tuxedo with a burnt orange bow tie and he has his dark hair slicked back, looking as "GQ" as humanly possible. While next to him, Larry Watters is wearing a tuxedo as well and trademark scowl, which even with his grey beard is unmistakable as a man who attempts to stay unhappy most of the time.]

CHANEY:  My name is Eric Chaney and with me, as always, is wrestling legend Larry "The Crusher" Watters!

WATTERS:  Hello out there!

CHANEY:  Nice of you to dress for the occassion, Larry

WATTERS:  Knock it off, Chaney. You know damn well my contract forces me to wear this monkey suit for events like this.

CHANEY:  Fans, we are in for an amazing night of battles and triumphs.

WATTERS:  Not to menion beatdowns and defeats.

CHANEY:  Way to look on the bright side, Larry.

WATTERS:  I'm a realist.

CHANEY:  Tonight the Lonestar Tag Team Titles will be on the line as Las Preguntas defends against Davey-boy O'Brien and Keegan!

WATTERS:  The kid brings an old man to a fight. That sounds like the start of a bad joke to me!

CHANEY:  I doubt it will be a joke at all! Keegan can still go! We will also have the tag team division placed strong on this event as American Revival battles The O'Malley Brothers and Border Control takes on Trailer Park Assassinz.

WATTERS:  Not to mention walking the plank!

CHANEY:  That's right! Sweaty Bling and the Masked Bros face off in a Walk the Plank Match!"

WATTERS:  That has been an odd rivalry, but no better way to see those two teams face off than in a match that could cause one or all of them to get hurt!

CHANEY:  Also entering the tag scene will be Gordon Gaines and the Son of Malta as they team to face the Health Fanatics!

WATTERS:  Gaines is doing all he can to become relevant. Good luck, kid.

CHANEY:  Aside from the tag division, we have Jonny Bedlam getting a shot at heelnation member, Harrison Daniels III!

WATTERS:  Bedlam may wish he had stayed in the small pond when this night is over.

CHANEY:  What do you mean by that?

WATTERS:  You heard me. The guy needs to prove himself and claming titles from elsewhere won't cut it with me.

CHANEY:  But...

WATTERS:  Move on, Chaney. I have spoken.

CHANEY:  Someone finally started watching The Mandalorian!

WATTERS:  .... (just shakes his head to move it along)

CHANEY:  We also get a clash of rivals that has spanned multiple federations and countries to date as Chris Smith finally gets his hands on Kid Chameleon!

WATTERS:  And I hope he squashes the little geek. I still don't understand why people love him.

CHANEY:  Then the big grudge match as Michael Wilson and Dylan Goyette finally meet one on one!

WATTERS:  The battle against the bastard!

CHANEY:  Was that another pop-culture reference, Larry?

WATTERS:  No clue what you are saying there, but Goyette IS Hopper's bastard, right?

CHANEY:  I'm definitely not going there.

WATTERS:  Wimp.

CHANEY:  However it all kicks off with the semifinal matches of the Lonestar Title Tournament!!!

WATTERS:  Now it gets real!

CHANEY:  It certainly does as Pat Gordon Junior takes on Caleb Foley to kick our show off in style!

WATTERS:  Gordon came through the toughest bracket in the history of wrestling and should have been undefeated if not for Darring a month ago. Foley was in the easiest bracket. This one isn't even close to me.

CHANEY:  Of course not.

WATTERS:  What do you mean?

CHANEY:  Larry, you have been rooting for Gordon from the moment he signed to become part of the SCW locker room and you know it!

WATTERS:  The man is a skilled wrestler and one we all should get behind in these times and he is managed by one of the truly great managers in wrestling!

CHANEY:  Well, he goes in without El Gringo Loco tonight!

WATTERS:  Oh yeah, I almost forgot that rule was added!

CHANEY:  Yes to keep things from happening and to get a clear winner, SCW has banned all managers, partners, and what not from ringside during tournament matches.

WATTERS:  That is so wrong because all they do is give support!

CHANEY:  And an occasional cheap shot or illegal weapon.

WATTERS:  Whatever!

CHANEY:  So they are not allowed out here and if anyone does interfere, they are suspended sixty days!

WATTERS:  And those suspension are serious! We haven't heard from Chase Williams in more than four months and he was only suspended sixty days!

CHANEY:  So who wins this match and why Larry?

WATTERS:  Gordon is arguably the top technical wrestler in SCW. Foley is possibly the best brawler in the purest form.

CHANEY:  Yet they both cross over to the other's strengths at times.

WATTERS:  True.

CHANEY:  So?

WATTERS:  If forced to make a choice, I'd say Gordon advances because he is the better performer. Foley is always going to be Foley.

CHANEY:  That is scathing.

WATTERS:  No, just honest. The fans love him becausehe is that guy who gets close and they want him to finally overcome. I just don't see it tonight.

CHANEY:  Well let's head to the ring and see how this first semifinal plays out!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]

SCW LONESTAR TITLE TOURNAMENT SEMIFINAL



[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphys plays over the PA as the arena goes completely silent.]

BUFFINGTON:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a semi-final match in the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Championship tournament. 

Introducing first... from Dublin, Ireland, standing at six feet and one inch tall, weighing in at 215 pounds...

      "C E L T I C   C R I P P L E R"

      C  A  L  E  B    F  O  L  E  Y    !  !  !

[A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley, and the crowd absolutely explodes with cheers. Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins to walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a tribute to his deceased father.]

CHANEY:  Well here comes Caleb Foley, and that means we’re almost ready to get tonight’s action underway! Foley, of course, beat Jed Johnson and El Principe in the group stages and Johnny Psychotic in their quarterfinal matchup a few weeks ago on Rampage to earn his spot in tonight’s semi-finals. He also beat El Principe in the first ever SCW match to be televised. 

WATTERS:  There’s no doubt he’s a talented athlete, but he’s also been spouting his mouth off about El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior, on Twitter, Chaney. 

[Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his once did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business. Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against the ropes.]

CHANEY:  Well, he has gone on record over Twitter as saying that he doesn’t trust EGL’s antics outside the ring during matches, and I can’t say I blame him.

WATTERS:  He also said that Pat Gordon, Junior was a disgrace to his family name! Those are fighting words if I’ve ever heard them, Chaney. 

CHANEY:  Well, he was just referring to Gordon cheating to win matches, Crusher. 

[The Oklahoma University fight song, “Boomer Sooner,” blares into the arena. Pat Gordon, Junior steps into the arena, carrying his black duffel bag over his shoulder. The crowd boos as he marches toward the ring.]

BUFFINGTON:  And his opponent... now residing in Muskogee, Oklahoma, representing El Cartel de Loco, standing five feet and eleven and a half inches, weighing in at 247 pounds... 

        P  A  T    G  O  R  D  O  N,

 
             J  U  N  I  O  R  !  !  !

CHANEY:  Here comes Pat Gordon, Junior. In case you folks watching at home are wondering where El Gringo Loco is, well, it was announced over the SCW Twitter @official_scw about two weeks ago that managers are going to be banned from ringside tonight for the semi-finals and finals, and anyone who interferes will get a sixty day suspension! 

WATTERS:  Yeah, thanks Caleb Foley’s whining and complaining, Chaney. El Gringo Loco is a licensed manager, and he’s the boss of the Cartel. He has every right to be out here!

CHANEY:  Well, that may be your opinion, Crusher, but it’s not up for you or me to decide. That order came from the Executive Vice President of Talent Relations himself, Mr. ‘Too Cool’ Chris Hopper! 

WATTERS:  Well, it’s a terrible decision, if you ask me. By the way, Pat Gordon, Junior’s “Isn’t That Just Peachy?” t-shirt is available in the shop on scw.fwrestling.com for $24.95.

[Once he reaches ringside, PGJR shoves his duffel bag right up to the nearest camera and points at the words “It’s in the Bag.”]

PGJR::  That’s right. It’s in the bag! 

WATTERS:  And that super high quality duffel bag is available for the low, low price of $29.95! 

CHANEY:  Is EGL giving you commission to sell Cartel merchandise, Crusher? 

WATTERS:  Hey, this stuff sells itself, Chaney! 

[Gordon sets down his duffel bag on the ringside floor and scales the steps. He steps through the ropes.]

[DING! DING! DING!]

CHANEY:  Well, there’s the bell. Collar-and-elbow tie-up. Caleb slips behind him into a rear waistlock. Gordon reverses. Foley breaks it with a wristlock... spins into a hammerlock. 

WATTERS:  And look at that fireman’s takedown to get out of it. I told you Gordon was a world class wrestler, Chaney.

CHANEY:  There’s no disputing that, Crusher, but that’s why so many people, Foley included, are frustrated that he’d be influenced by a man like El Gringo Loco. Outside wrist lock by Gordon... doubled. 

[The Celtic Crippler kips up to get off his back.]

CHANEY:  Foley is quick to get back to his feet... And Gordon pulls him back down by the hair! There’s that influence I was talking about that has so many people upset, Crusher.

WATTERS:  What? I didn’t see nothing, and neither did the referee. 

[Caleb Foley complains about the hair pull, but as Barry Snider was out of position to see it, all he can do is question PGJR about it.]

WATTERS:  See? Pat Gordon, Junior says he didn’t do anything wrong.

CHANEY:  Well, of course he’d deny it, Crusher. 

[The Celtic Crippler kips up again.]

CHANEY:  Caleb Foley back to his feet again, and this time, he takes Gordon over with an armdrag! And now Pat Gordon, Junior is claiming that Caleb Foley pulled his tights. 

WATTERS:  Barry Snider should do something about that.

CHANEY:  I don’t think he did it, Crusher. I didn’t see anything, and neither did anyone in the arena.

WATTERS:  Well, Pat Gordon, Junior is a really trustworthy guy. I’m sure we can take his word for it, Chaney. 

CHANEY:  [Channeling Al Borland.] I don’t think so, Crusher. 

[Barry Snider finally calms down Pat Gordon, Junior, and the two are ready to get back to it.]

CHANEY:  Collar-and-elbow again. This time Gordon applies a hammerlock and plants Caleb Foley onto his back with a belly to belly suplex. Pat Gordon, Junior now with the wristlock. He could be trying to soften up that arm for the Pat Lock.

WATTERS:  Look how he’s using his knee as a fulcrum to leverage extra pressure onto Foley’s elbow and shoulder, Chaney. And see how he’s not just bending Foley’s wrist back, but his fingers as well? It’s those little extras that matter. 

CHANEY:  That does look painful, Crusher. Caleb pushes his way back to his feet and sends Gordon over with a monkey flip!

[Both men get back on their feet and square up face-to-face.]

WATTERS:  Ooh! Foley says something Gordon doesn’t like, and Pat Gordon, Junior just spits in his face!

CHANEY:  And Caleb Foley just slapped the taste out of his mouth! Gordon comes back, but Caleb puts him on his back with a hip toss. Cartwheel... and a dropkick to Pat Gordon, Junior’s face!

WATTERS:  He hit that right on the button. 

CHANEY:  Indeed he did, Crusher. Vicious running kneelift from Caleb Foley! He does it again! And another one! And another! 

WATTERS:  And a rollup by Gordon. Foley went to the well too many times! 

CHANEY:  Caleb Foley rolls through... and he scores with a big running knee smash! 

WATTERS:  I’ve gotta hand it to Foley, that was a great counter.

CHANEY:  That it was, Crusher. Now Caleb cinches in a sleeper hold. 

WATTERS:  He’s got his legs wrapped around Gordon’s body, too. That’ll squeeze the air out of his lungs, and that extra bodyweight will make it harder for the Oklahoma Orthodontist to get back on his feet or make it to the ropes, as well.

CHANEY:  Good point there, Crusher. 

WATTERS:  I make them all the time, Chaney. You just need to listen more. Gordon’s bridging his body back into a pin!

[Barry Snider sees both of the Celtic Crippler’s shoulders flush against the canvas and drops to make the count.]

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................Foley rolls off his back! 

CHANEY:  Only a two count, says Barry Snider. Nice effort by Pat Gordon, Junior, but he’s still in that sleeper. 

[The Muskogee Mauler starts to drift off into the land of nod. Barry Snider raises his arm. He steadies it and releases.]


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[The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Barry Snider holds up PGJR’s arm for the third, and possibly final, time. He lets go…]

CHANEY:  This could be the end of his chance at becoming the first ever Lonestar Heavyweight Champion here in SCW if he can’t find a way out. Caleb Foley could be moving on to the finals right here! PGJR’S ARM STAYS UP! 

WATTERS:  It looks like he’s just found one!

[PGJR unlaces Caleb Foley’s boot and points it out frantically to official Barry Snider, who, in turn, orders the Celtic Crippler to break the hold.]

CHANEY:  Well, there’s an old trick! Pat Gordon, Junior untied Caleb’s boot, and now Barry Snider is making him break to get it sorted out.

WATTERS:  Smart move by Gordon. I saw his dad do that once, but it’s not the kind of tactic he would employ if it weren’t for the influence of El Gringo Loco. 

CHANEY:  Pat Gordon, Junior takes advantage of the situation and crowns Foley right on the top of the head with an elbow smash! What a cheap trick by Pat Gordon, Junior, using the unfair advantage to take control of the match.

WATTERS:  Hey, what’s that you’re always telling me, Chaney? There are no timeouts in wrestling? What’s he supposed to do? 

CHANEY:  Give the main a fair chance. And now he’s just biting him!

WATTERS:  He’s probably hungry, Chaney. Maybe he skipped lunch. And besides, if he beats Foley, he’ll need something to eat to keep his strength up for the main event! Haha! 

[PGJR is still feeling the effects of the sleeper hold, holding his throat, as he brings Caleb Foley back to his feet by a fistful of hair.]

CHANEY:  Gordon locks up for a suplex. He hooks the leg.

WATTERS:  THIS COULD BE IT! TRUST THE GORDON’S FISHERMAN SUPLEX!

CHANEY:  Punch to the breadbasket from Foley. And another. A third one breaks it! Now Foley staggers him with a European uppercut!

WATTERS:  Gordon fires back with a big right hand!

CHANEY:  Another European uppercut from Caleb Foley!

WATTERS:  Another punch from Gordon!

CHANEY:  Foley!

WATTERS:  Gordon!

CHANEY:  Foley!

WATTERS:  Gordon!

CHANEY:  Foley rocks him with another European uppercut! And another! And another one! 

WATTERS:  IRISH KISS BY THE OKLAHOMA ORTHODONTIST! 

CHANEY:  That desperation headbutt by Pat Gordon, Junior seemingly came out of nowhere. He’s got Foley in a full nelson, now. 

WATTERS:  He could be looking for a suplex here. Usually he bridges it into a pinning combination, if that’s what he’s going for.

CHANEY:  Caleb breaks the hold. He spins around behind Gordon and shoves him chest-first into the turnbuckles. Foley charges in and spikes him with a springboard DDT in the corner!

[The Celtic Crippler transitions a handstand on the top turnbuckle into a split legged moonsault.]

CHANEY:  DUBLIN DELIVERY CONNECTS!

[Barry Snider is on the job!]

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................FOOT ON THE ROPES!

WATTERS:  That was close, but what ring presence by Pat Gordon, Junior to know exactly where he is and get his foot on the ropes!

CHANEY:  Foley almost had him that time, but Barry Snider confirms, it was just two. 

WATTERS:  Now what’s he doing?

[Caleb drags PGJR toward the center of the ring. He goes up top.]

CHANEY:  FLYING ELBOOOO - NO! PAT GORDON, JUNIOR GOT HIS FOOT UP!

WATTERS:  And he caught him right under the chin! That’s 215 pounds coming from, well, he must have gotten at least ten feet in the air. That’ll gnash your teeth, for sure!

CHANEY:  And that could have broken any normal person’s jaw, couldn’t it, Crusher?

WATTERS:  Yes it could, Chaney, but these guys are anything but normal.

CHANEY:  And that’s why we urge you fans not to try this at home. These men are trained professionals. Both men are still down, and Barry Snider is starting his mandatory ten count.

[Snider counts.]

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[Junior makes it to all fours.]



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[Caleb Foley starts to stir.]



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[Gordon is back on his feet. Foley gets to a knee.]

CHANEY:  Boot to the midsection from Gordon, and he puts Caleb on his back with a gutwrench suplex. Pat Gordon, Junior catches him in a bow and arrow submission! 

WATTERS:  Hey, Chaney, check out Gordon’s hand. Most people put that hand underneath their opponent’s chin, but he’s got it in Foley’s mouth! 

CHANEY:  Good catch, Crusher. Gordon with that bow and arrow and fish hook combination. That can’t be comfortable for Caleb Foley. 

[Barry Snider asks Caleb Foley if he wants to submit, but the Celtic Crippler waves the referee off.] 

CHANEY:  Caleb Foley is in trouble here.

WATTERS:  I’ll say. 

CHANEY:  He’s fighting valiantly to hold on, but it could just be a matter of time here. 

PGJR::  Save yourself the pain, Foley, tap out! 

[Barry Snider checks on Caleb again, but the Celtic Crippler is still no closer to tapping out.]

WATTERS:  You know, Chaney, even if Caleb Foley makes it through to the finals, you have to wonder what shape he’ll be in. Heck, you’ve gotta wonder what shape either of these two will in after this one!

[The crowd starts to chant for Caleb Foley. Barry Snider notices Pat Gordon, Junior’s shoulders on the mat and drops to count the pin.]

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................SHOULDER UP!

CHANEY:  Well, Pat Gordon, Junior relaxed his shoulders for a second there, and he almost pinned himself!

WATTERS:  That’s one of the dangers of a hold like this, Crusher. With his back on the mat and bending Caleb Foley’s body over his knees, he’ll really have to be careful about his shoulders touching the canvas. Especially with a biased referee like Barry Snider in there circling him like a vulture!

CHANEY:  Barry Snider is probably the most unbiased referee I know!

[The Celtic Crippler manages to break the hold by biting PGJR’s hand.]

WATTERS:  Did you see that, Chaney? Foley just bit Gordon’s hand!

CHANEY:  Turnabout is fair play, Crusher.

[The crowd pops! Hooray!]

CHANEY:  Foley catches Gordon with a skull splitting enzuigiri as he tries to get back to his feet! Did you hear that smack, Crusher?

WATTERS:  They could hear that all the way back in Oklahoma, Chaney!

CHANEY:  Caleb heads to the apron. He waits for Gordon to get back to his feet... Springboard dropkick by Caleb Foley hits the bullseye! 

WATTERS:  That sent poor Pat Gordon, Junior rolling to the apron. Foley’s following him. What does he have in mind here?

[Caleb Foley drives PGJR’s head into the ring apron with a double arm DDT.]

CHANEY:  CELTIC HORNS... ON THE RING APRON! 

WATTERS:  That made me cringe, Chaney! That apron is made of wood and a steel frame. There’s really no padding on it, either. 

[PGJR flops off the apron to the ringside floor. Caleb picks him up with a fireman’s carry and rolls him back into the ring.]

CHANEY:  Pin by Caleb Foley. He hooks the leg... 

WATTERS:  I hate to say it, Chaney, but it looks like it’s all academic from here.

[Barry Snider makes the count.]

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................NO! GORDON GETS A SHOULDER UP! 

CHANEY:  He got him! No, wait. Barry Snider says it was just a two count!

WATTERS:  I spoke too soon, and I couldn’t be more happy I did! Gordon digs down and gets his shoulder up!

[Caleb Foley checks with the official, who confirms it was, in fact, only a two count. Disappointment doesn’t begin to explain the look on Caleb’s face and his slinking posture.]

CHANEY:  Foley goes for another cover. 

[Snider with another count.]

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................KICKOUT BY GORDON! 

WATTERS:  Hey, look, it’s Santa Claus!

[“Here Comes Santa Claus” plays as a portly man dressed up as Santa Claus comes down the ramp, handing out presents from his big, red sack to all the kids flocking to the barricade.]  

CHANEY:  ‘Tis the Christmas season, Crusher! Those kids sure are happy to see him, and who can blame them? As long as they’ve been good all year, of course!

WATTERS:  Hey, I’ve been good all year, Chaney. I can’t wait to see what Santa brought me!

CHANEY:  Meanwhile, in the ring, Caleb Foley has Gordon set up for a reverse suplex. Oh but Pat Gordon, Junior counters with a thumb to the eye! 

WATTERS:  Well, that’s one way to turn the tide. 

[Pat Gordon, Junior fires off a couple of punches and then lands an elbow smash to the top of Foley’s head. He escorts Caleb over to the ropes and then locks up for a suplex. PGJR bounces Caleb’s legs off the top rope and drops him with a slingshot screwdriver.]

CHANEY:  RED RIVER DRIVER! 

WATTERS:  That’s got to be it, Chaney! Pat Gordon, Junior has him now, for sure! 

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................FOLEY KICKS OUT!!! 

CHANEY:  No! Caleb Foley is still alive in this one, according to head referee Barry Snider! 

WATTERS:  What does he have to do to put this one away and put a stop to Caleb Foley’s title chances?

CHANEY:  A lot more than that against a man with an iron will like Caleb Foley, Crusher. 

[Santa Claus circles the ring, handing out presents to the kiddies at ringside. He even drops off something for Eric Chaney and Larry Watters!]

CHANEY:  It looks like we made it on the good list this year. Santa Claus just gave us presents. Thank you, Santa! 

WATTERS:  Hey, thanks, Santa!

[PGJR is still shaking out the cobwebs from being hit with the Celtic Horns on the ring apron at the hands of the Celtic Crippler, despite the recent change in momentum. He slowly pulls Caleb up from the mat and steps one leg on either side of Foley’s head. The Oklahoma Orthodontist plants Caleb Foley face-first into the mat with a devastating double underhook Dominator!]

WATTERS:  What a move by Pat Gordon, Junior! I think if he pins him now, this could be it. WAIT! THERE IT IS, CHANEY! THE PAT LOCK!

CHANEY:  Pat Gordon, Junior has Caleb Foley in the Pat Lock, that modified double wrist lock with his leg over the back of Foley’s neck. This is how he beat Leon Corella to successfully defend the United Wrestling League World Title about six and a half years ago! 

WATTERS:  And look at Foley’s face. He can’t hold on forever. That grimace says it all! 

[Caleb is screaming in pure, unadulterated agony. His face is twisted into a gruesome sight.]

CHANEY:  Well, he does have to do something, and fast, before Pat Gordon, Junior breaks his arm! 

PGJR::  Snap or tap, Foley! Snap or tap! 

[Every fan in the crowd and watching at home on iPay-Per-View looks on at the height of concern. They cannot take their eyes away, even though they cannot bear to watch, either.]

CHANEY:  Foley is fighting the pain as best he can, but I don’t know how much longer he can hold on. Still, you have to admire his heart and tenacity. 

WATTERS:  It’s stupidity, if you ask me. He should just quit now and save himself from injury - maybe even permanent injury! 

CHANEY:  Oh please, Crusher! Caleb Foley is a valiant warrior. Granted, he’s carrying a heavy risk of injury, but even you have to appreciate his will to continue, his fighting spirit!

WATTERS:  Nope, I’m in pain just watching this. I wish he would quit already!

CHANEY:  Well, Caleb Foley refuses to surrender, and these fans sure appreciate it. They’re vocalizing their support, now!

[The chants are quite loud.]

CROWD:  CA-LEB FO-LEY! CA-LEB FO-LEY! 

[Foley inches his way toward the ropes.]

CHANEY:  Caleb Foley is fighting to get to the ropes. He’s almost there…

[Caleb Foley stretches out a leg and hooks the bottom rope.]

CHANEY:  He’s got it! Barry Snider is ordering Pat Gordon, Junior to break the hold. 

WATTERS:  Don’t you do it, Pat!

[Barry Snider counts when Gordon is slow to relinquish the Pat Lock.]

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FIVE!

CHANEY:  Barry Snider now threatens Pat Gordon, Junior with a disqualification, and that gets him to let go.

WATTERS:  Well, he doesn’t want to ruin his shot at becoming the first Lonestar Heavyweight Champion because of a disqualification! 

CHANEY:  True, Crusher. Barry Snider is giving Pat Gordon, Junior a lecture. 

WATTERS:  Don’t turn around, Gordon! 

[But Junior does turn around, right into a spear followed by a standing moonsault by Caleb Foley.]

CHANEY:  AN IRISH BLESSING! 

[Caleb Foley decides not to go for the pin. Instead, he rides the wave of adrenalin from the momentum shift and runs into the ropes. He times it perfectly and catches PGJR with a handspring cutter.]

CHANEY:  AND AIR DUBLIN! 

[Before Foley can make the pin, Santa slides a large, rectangular, gift-wrapped box into the ring next to Pat Gordon, Junior. He then quickly circles around and climbs onto the ring apron. He calls Foley over and hands him a smaller box. Caleb Foley opens the box. His face sours when he pulls out a lump of coal! Barry Snider also makes his way over to admonish Santa Claus for the distraction.]

WATTERS:  Ha ha ha! Look at that, Chaney! Caleb Foley is on the naughty list, all he got was a lump of coal! 

CHANEY:  This can’t be right, and you can bet that’s no lump of coal in the box he gave to Gordon!

[In fact, it isn’t. PGJR tears the wrapping paper off the box and opens it to reveal a steel chair.]

WATTERS:  WORLD’S WORST CHAIR SHOT! WORLD’S WORST CHAIR SHOT!

CHANEY:  Pat Gordon, Junior just walloped Caleb Foley over the head with that steel chair, and now he disposes of the evidence! Not like this! Not like this!!!

[PGJR makes the pin as Santa jumps off of the apron and hightails it to the locker room. Barry Snider makes the count.]

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THHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHANEY:  WHAT A FINISH BY GORDON!!!

WATTERS:  YES! HE DID IT!!!

[DING! DING! DING!]

[Pat Gordon, Junior wobbles on his feet as Barry Snider raises his arms in victory.]

BUFFINGTON:  The winner and advancing to the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Championship tournament final... 

PAT…

GORDON…

JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNIOR!!!

CHANEY:  WHAT’S GOING ON HERE? PAT GORDON, JUNIOR JUST STOLE A SPOT IN THE FINALS... AT THE HANDS OF SANTA?!? 

WATTERS:  Ha ha ha! It’s a very merry Christmas, indeed, Chaney! 

CHANEY:  Well fans, I don’t understand this one - heck, I can’t believe this one! But Pat Gordon,  Junior has just become our first finalist in the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Championship tournament.

WATTERS:  Thank you, Santa!



[The screen returns to our broadcastteam sitting at ringside as they continue speaking.]

CHANEY:  Not the kind of gift we expected to be given, huh Larry?

WATTERS:  It was perfect! Gordon is going to be fresher than his opponent because he got to go first tonight. That is like being given a handicap advantage!

CHANEY:  You realize that he will face one of the two men in our next semifinal match? That means he gets either "Legend" Sean Darring or the enigma known as SAGAWA!

[The color seems to drain out of Larry's face.]

WATTERS:  Gordon still has the advantage, though I must admit it isn't as great over men of that stature.

CHANEY:  And that is what we have before us now in this second semifinal. Sean Darring and Sagawa!

WATTERS:  Sean Darring is a technician's technician. He is the only guy who can match pat Gordon hold for hold in the ring.

CHANEY:  Does that give him enough of an advantage?

WATTERS:  Well he did win the Group of Death in the early stages and systematically took down big Windham Brody in the quarterfinals. There isn't much he can't handle.

CHANEY:  And what of Sagawa?

WATTERS:  That may be the only guy immune to technical know-how.

CHANEY:  What do you mean?

WATTERS:  He is the kind of guy you cannot pigeonhole into a specific type. All you know is that he will never give up and will fight until his last breath.

CHANEY:  Even if it backfires?

WATTERS:  None of that matters! The guy got beaten to a pulp in a cage match against Johnny Psychotic and still shocked everyone to beat Alfie Button in the quarterfinals even not knowing if he would be able to actually wrestle or not.

CHANEY:  So who you got?

WATTERS:  I honestly don't know. This may be the toughest match to predict on the entire show tonight!

CHANEY:  Well since you can't make your mind up, let's head to the squared circle and see who gets to move on and face Pat Gordon in the main event tonight!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]

SCW LONESTAR TITLE TOURNAMENT SEMIFINAL



[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and is a semifinal match in the Lonestar Title Tournament! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida... Standing at six feet, four inches and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... he is…

          "T H E   L E G E N D"

                   S E A N   D A R R I N G   ! ! !

[The fans begin to cheer as green mist emerges from the back.  "The Legend" Sean Darring walks through the mist as he walks down the aisle way.  Decked out in a full-blown golden robe with the words "The Legend" written in silver glitter letters.]The fans reach across their seats and into the aisle way trying to the legend.  Sean Darring stops along the way to greet young fans and spend a few seconds with them as he continues towards the ring.]

CHANEY:  The title is in his sights!

WATTERS:  Darring is a special breed, to be sure. However, please remember the man is the elder statesman of the SCW locker room. He's an old man!

[Finally, after what felt like a long few minutes, The Legend steps between the ropes and into the squared circle. Sean greets the fans. He turns one final time with his long elegant robe and raises his arms bringing the fans to their feet.]

CHANEY:  This old man has been managing his way throughout this entire tournament and tonight he gets his chance to make history!

WALTERS:  He may have, but he hasn't faced someone like Sagawa. Pain is like a voodoo thing with him.

[The robe comes off and Sean Darring takes in a massive ovation from the crowd before he folds the robe up and tosses it aside to a stagehand. The referee motions for him to stand to a corner as he awaits his opponent.]

CHANEY:  If any man can figure out how to take advantage of an injury, it is Darring.

WATTERS:  I can agree with that, but Sagawa isn't ordinary by any stretch!

CHANEY:  This one is truly going to be a battle and the winner gets Pat Gordon Jr in the main event tonight.

WATTERS:  Another guy who knows his way around the ring.

[No sooner do the words escape the mouth of Aaron Buffington, then the lights inside The Phoenix begin to fade to black. From the entrance tunnel a fog starts to pour forth, accented by a dark green lighting. In the distance, heavy drums and tribal cries can be heard as a figure steps forth dressed in long khaki cargo pants, a khaki button down safari style shirt, and a wacky looking white mask with an exaggerated facial expression on it, and a black moustache than connects to the mullet that sits atop his head.

This is SAFARI Jones.

Lights Out.]

WATTERS:  Now there is a face that I haven't seen in ages.

[Soon the lights begin to slowly rise again. But the individual standing atop the aisle is now holding a "disembodied" head of SAFARI Jones, hanging from the business end of a noose. The green light has been replaced by a pulsating strobe. And the tribal drums, has given way to a beat that the SCW Fans know well. Shinedown's "The Sound of Madness"]

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!

BUFFINGTON:  He comes to us tonight from The Aokigahara Forest by way of The Kochi Prefecture in Japan. He weighed in tonight at one hundred and ninety-three pounds. He is ...

                              T H E   K O C H I   C A N N I B A L

                                         S A G A W A ! ! !
                                         
[Throwing himself around to the music blaring through the sound system, SAGAWA makes his way down the aisle to a lively reaction from the crowd. His arms outstretched to slap hands with fans as he brings all the pomp and circumstance with him.]

CHANEY:  What is that all about?

WATTERS:  Long before he was known as SAGAWA or even Freddie Sagawa, this man was a light hearted - some would even say comedic character by the name of SAFARA Jones. After some dissension with some stablemates of his, he effectively "killed" his old personality and became the man that we know today. A man who has seen great success all over the world ...

CHANEY:  And is looking to do the same here tonight by returning to that same energy. To that man who just wanted to break free?

WATTERS:  It would seem that way.

[Diving under the bottom rope, SAGAWA scurries to his knees at the feet of Aaron Buffington and holds up the head for his own amusement. A bit weirded out, Buffington takes a step back and throws up an open palm to keep him at bay as Shinedown fades.]

CHANEY:  How classic of a contrast of styles are we looking at here, Larry?

WATTERS:  This one is going to either be a technical showcase or a mess. No inbetween!

[Darring comes in, looking to tie up with his opponent, but SAGAWA is NOT going to play his game and blasts him with an elbow across the face! The blow is heard in the arena and sends Sean reeling back from the impact!]

CHANEY:  Oof! Stiff elbow from SAGAWA there!

[SAGAWA doesn't let up. A barrage of elbows hammers down on The Legend! Striking painfully at vulnerable flesh as Sean tries to cover up, the attack backing him up into the corner as the crowd and commentary come out of their seats at this unexpected early attack from the younger man! Switching offense, SAGAWA tries to whip Sean out of the corner, but this brief respite allows Darring to use his technical prowess to plant his feet and pop his hips to counter the whip and take SAGAWA down with a surprising headlock takeover that gets a respectable 'ooh' from the audience. Wasting zero time, the veteran looks to take advantage of this opening and apply his patented "Legend Lock" before SAGAWA can get off another blitzkrieg of offense! It's too early though, and the positioning isn't right. Even with Sean's superior technique and experience, SAGAWA easily slips out. As he slides back however, putting some distance between himself and the submission specialist, SAGAWA suddenly flinches. His hand instinctively going up to his heavily bandaged neck.]

CHANEY:  That neck was recently injured in a match four weeks ago against Johnny Psychotic. SAGAWA refused to take time off for healing. We'll see if this plays into their match.

WATTERS:  If Darring has any sense at all, it will.

[Contrary to Watters statement however, Sean Darring actually seems a little hesitant. Looking at SAGAWA with concern on his face.]

CHANEY:  Seems Darring disagrees. He wants to win as much as any other wrestler, but that doesn't mean he wants to beat up an injured man.

WATTERS:  Man's gotten soft then. SAGAWA agreed to the match, the doctor cleared him. You do what you have to do I say.

[Sean has moved closer to SAGAWA.]

DARRING:  Listen kid. I know you want to prove yourself, but you don't need to-

[SAGAWA PRACTICALLY RIPS SEAN'S CHEST OPEN WITH A THUNDEROUS CHOP!! the sound is like a gunshot and the entire crowd gasps at that while Sean stumbles back from the blow, his eyes wide and his chest already a deep, inflamed, crimson from that impassioned chop! Grinning like a madman, SAGAWA motions to Sean with both hands in a 'Come-on-bring-it!' gesture before winding back and slapping the taste out of his mouth! Spit flying across the ring and Sean once again reeling in shock and pain while SAGAWA nods his head, still grinning madly and making the same taunt.

WATTERS:  Yes! YES!! I LOVE it!! SAGAWA is making Sean Daring his BITCH!! That's what you get for looking down on your opponent you old Has-been!

CHANEY:  Looking down on...? He was showing concern for his fellow wrestler!

WATTERS:  To a man like SAGAWA, there's no difference.

[Darring certainly isn't looking very compassionate NOW though, as he buries his boot into the taunting SAGAWA's gut! The blow knocks the wind from the japanese madman's lungs and Darring applies a front-facelock! Looking to DDT SAGAWA straight down on that injured neck! The scrappy SAGAWA sees this coming though and charges forward, ramming Sean into the corner once again! Now it's Sean's turn to have the wind knocked from his lungs and SAGAWA uses that respite to get some distance and a little bit of breathing space before coming in with a running knee. Sean dodges out of the way, but the agile aerialist leaps onto the middle-rope and off again, spinning in mid-air to catch Sean with a sunset flip off the middle rope!

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................NO!!  SEAN REVERSES THE PIN INTO AN OMOPLATA CROSSFACE!!

[Before Sean can apply the neck crank however, the ref is already motioning for him to let go. They're right near the corner, and this let SAGAWA extend his leg so it was under the bottom rope the second he felt the crossface being applied. The referee starts his count, but Sean is already letting go of the hold. Still trying to keep this match clean. He takes his eyes off SAGAWA for a second too long though, and SAGAWA suddenly grabs him by the tights and sends him tumbling head first out the ring!]

CHANEY:  A nasty landing from Darring there!

[With Darring down and stumbling to his feet, SAGAWA measures him, building up steam before he hits the ropes and comes flying out the ring with a dazzling Sasuke Spe-

CHANEY:  OH MY GOD!

WATTERS:  HOLY MOLY!!!

[Hands have gone to horrified mouths as SAGAWA's foot catches on the top rope mid-dive and instead of flipping out the ring to take out Darring, SAGAWA's head, neck and shoulders just went straight down onto the ring apron!]

CHANEY:  This isn't good. I think the ref may have to call this one.

WATTERS:  I agree. SAGAWA could have broken his neck there. Live to win another match kid.

[SAGAWA has managed to crawl back into the ring and the ref is checking on him. An obvious look of worry on his face. Sean has also re-entered the ring, and is slowly approaching SAGAWA, but there's no malicious intention. Like everyone else, he just wants to make sure his co-worker didn't just break his own neck.]

WATTERS:  I've said it before. Wrestling is a harsh sport. We're men. We deal with pain. We inflict pain, and I've always said you do what you need to win. But at the end of the day, no-one wants to see a career end or put someone's livelihood in danger. Sean should take the forfeit and be proud. They've given enough.

CHANEY:  Agreed. I don't think SAGAWA can continue under these-Wait a minute! SAGAWA just caught Darring in a roll up!!

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................SEAN KICKS OUT!!

CHANNEY:  SAGAWA nearly caught Sean right there, and Sean doesn't seem too pleased about having his kindness taken advantage of for a second time!

WATTERS:  'Not too pleased'? Sean looks like he's about to KILL SAGAW- OW!!

[That cry is in sympathetic response to an enraged Sean SLAPPING SAGAWA across the face with the same gunshot like ferocity that SAGAWA chopped him earlier. But on that note, that's exactly how SAGAWA responds here. Lighting up Darring's chest with a knife edge-chop that Sean answers in kind! The two of them are on their knees, brutalising each other with chops coming so hard and fast that the crowd is WINCING rather than 'wooo'ing.]

[Being the better striker of the two, SAGAWA manages to get the upper hand, slicing Sean's chest a second, third, fourth, but before he can get to five, his hand is suddenly clutching at his injured neck again!]

[There is no hesitation from Sean Darring this time as he launches himself at SAGAWA with a double leg takedown and immediately goes to town on him with some Lou Thez style punches! The ref is about to pull him back when SAGWA suddenly grabs the offending arm and bites down on Sean's hand!!]

WATTERS:  Now THAT'S the fire I like to see! SAGAWA doing everything he can to not go down tonight!

[The ref immediately warns SAGAWA off, but as a shocked Sean reels back in pain, Sagawa uses the opening to catch Sean and drop him straight on his head with a swinging reverse STO!]

WATTERS:  And a fantastic use of both leverage and opportunity there!

[SAGAWA is using the momentum to stay on the offense as he stomps down on the hand he just bit. His boot crashing down onto those fragile bones! Then he drops his knee onto Sean's hand and Darring cries out in pain! His yell only gets louder when SAGAWA grabs Sean's fingers and starts bending them back against the knee!]

CHANEY:  SAGAWA is relentless!

[The ref starts counting again, and SAGAWA lets go. Only to then hit the ropes and come back in with a running dropkick that BLASTS Sean directly in the shoulder as he was on his  knees! The blow knocks Sean back to the mat, and both men lie there. Sean due to the attack on his arm, and SAGAWA because that last move exacerbated his neck problems. ]

[If we're discussing injuries though, SAGAWA definitely has the worst of it despite his fire, and Sean makes it to his feet first. Shaking his arm a bit. Moving over to SAGAWA, he goes to pick him up - AND SUDDENLY GETS CAUGHT IN A MODIFIED ARMBAR/TRIANGLE CHOKE COMBINATION!!]

WATTERS:  Triangle Choke! Hyperextending the elbow! Great combination there by SAGAWA!

CHANEY:  This is more technical skill than we normally see from SAGAWA.

WATTERS:  Of course it is! The man is using EVERY trick he has to win this match! We saw earlier that he can't rely on his normal moves to win him the match with his neck the way it is. So he has to be smarter, scrappier and more vicious than he ever has before, if he wants to get to the finals!

[Sean Darring is struggling to lift SAGAWA, trying to counter the choke into a powerbomb. But with his arm bent like it is, he's struggling to get the leverage!]

WATTERS:  Sean Darring is effectively trying to lift SAGAWA'S entire bodyweight with one arm!

[With a yell and a burst of adrenaline, Sean JUST manages to lift up SAGAWA and drop him down, straight onto his neck!]

CHANEY:  What tremendous power by the legend! And now he stacks it! Going for the cover!

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................RELENTLESS SAGAWA JUST TURNED THE PIN INTO AN ARMBAR!!!

[The crowd pops at that counter and SAGAWA'S refusal to stay down, but once again, Sagawa's neck is taking its toll on him and he can't keep his grip with the jolts coursing through his spine. He's forced to release the hold and backs up a bit. Rolling onto his hands and knees and breathing steadily. Once more, both men seem to be taking time to recover. Then SAGAWA slaps himself across the face!]

[Then again! And again! Roaring out loud as he stands up straight! Slapping himself again and again!]

WATTERS:  SAGAWA is psyching himself up! Trying to will his body to fight through the pain! Fight through the injury! Do anything it takes to get that W'!

[Measuring Sean, he waits until Sean is halfway standing then hits the ropes! Coming back at him with a Buisakai knee!]

CHANEY:   Wait! Sean ducks it and SAGAWA goes past him! Narrowly avoiding falling out the ring! Sean grabs SAGAWA by the tights and pulls him back! Going for a kneebreaker attempt, but SAGAWA fights back and drives elbow after elbow into Sean's bad shoulder! Forcing Darring to let go! Immediately, SAGAWA grabs Sean's injured arm and takes him off his feet with an armdrag! But Sean comes back and trips SAGAWA up with a legsweep! Going for the cover!

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................SAGAWA GRABS A KIMURA ON THE BAD ARM!!

[Once again, the ropes save a wrestler from submission as Sean is just able to extend his foot to touch them. Unlike before though, SAGAWA is not as content to play nice as Sean was and doesn't let go until the official gets to four. Sean's arm is in a bad way now, and SAGAWA can sense the vulrnerability. As Sean starts to rise, holding his arm, SAGAWA hits the ropes again and charges in with another flying knee! But Sean suddenly drops to the mat and SAGAWA goes out the ring!!]

WATTERS:  That's the veteran instincts of Sean Darring right there! He knew SAGAWA would try for that knee again and he baited him in!

CHANEY:  And now SAGAWA's leg is caught up in the ropes!

[It is, and SAGAWA is now hanging upside down with his head and neck right near the ring apron. Taking a second to nurse his still injured arm, Sean climbs out so that he two is out on the apron. Now glaring down at SAGAWA, who eyeballs him right back.]

[Then Sean stomps on his head! ]

[And keeps stomping! Again and again! Crushing SAGAWA'S head and injured neck between his boot and the ring apron! A vicious, brutal assault against a helpless and injured opponent that earns him his share of boos from the audience!]

CHANEY:  I don't think the fans appreciate this assault on SAGAWA's neck injury.

WATTERS:  I'd say Darring's pity-well for SAGAWA has bottomed out. SAGAWA has taken one too many liberties with Sean and now he's getting the reciept! This is the edge I've been saying Darring was missing since he came back!

[The referee is on the fans side, and begins to count, but like SAGAWA earlier, Sean doesn't stop until four. Then he seems to practically RIP Sean off the ropes and drag him back into the ring! Pulling SAGAWA up by his hair, Sean locks in a front-facelock with his good arm!]

CHANEY:  Sean's calling for it! Front Face DDT!

WATTERS:  It's over!

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TTHHHHRRRREEEEE...................SAGAWA KICKS OUT!!

CHANEY:  HOW??? HOW DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT! SEAN NEARLY DECAPITATED HIM A SECOND AGO!! WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE TO PUT DOWN SAGAWA!??

WATTERS:  I think Sean is asking himself the same question! Look at him, he's in shock!

[Indeed, Sean is sitting on the mat with head in his hands and he is staring in open mouth horror at his opponent who has rolled onto his shoulder now and seems to be GRINNING up at Sean!]

WATTERS:  This lunatic is like someone out of a horror movie! And it's even worse for Sean, because that last move also impacted his own arm!

CHANEY:  Yeah, but SAGAWA can't take much more of him, can he?

WATTERS:  I don't even know at this point!

[SAGAWA is now lying on his front. beckoning Sean over.]

CHANEY:  SAGAWA looks ike he's in perfect position for the Legend Lock.

WATTERS:  Yeah. "Looks Like". No way is Darring falling for that trick.

[SAGAWA even offers his arm as a free target, but an incensed Sean  Daring kicks it away, only for SAGAWA to suddenly grab the leg and  sink his teeth into it! Daring yells out in pain but fights back by trying to rake SAGAWA's eyes! The referee tries to get in between them and pull them apart, but Sean LAUNCHES himself at SAGAWA and the two are now going at it like two Canadians at a hockey game! Their wild brawling sending them both tumbling out of the ring as they fight on the floor!]

WATTERS:  Can someone get the ring out the way so these two can fight!?

[SAGAWA once again gets the better of the brawl and is laying into Sean on the outside! hammering down punch after punch after punch! Standing up, he looks like he wants to start stomping down on Sean, but that blasted neck of his plays up again!]


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[Bam! The veteran Sean Darring sees his opening and kicks out SAGAWA's knee! As SAGAWA stumbles, Sean grabs the arm from the floor and brings him down with an  arm drag!]


EIGHT!!


Realising the peril, Sean Darring dives back into the ring!


NINE!!


[But SAGAWA is a second behind him! Both of them slowly stand to their feet. Still dealing with their respective injuries.  Once again, Sean is the aggressor! Attacking SAGAWA's legs to try and take away some of that speed! SAGAWA tries to fight back with a guillotine, but Darring rushes him into the corner! Ramming SAGAWA's back into the turnbuckles to break his grip then going to town with a violent barrage of knuckle arrows, only for SAGAWA to duck a punch, grab Darrings shoulders and maneuver them so that SEAN is now in the corner getting pummeled by SAGAWA! SAGAWA is still the better brawler of the two, but Sean has experience. He kicks SAGAWA in that same knee again, giving him an opening to switch and continue his attack on his rival! Once again, the official tries to get in between them to break it up, but SAGAWA uses the seperation to SPIT IN DARRING'S FACE!!]

CHANEY:  Complete disrespect by SAGAWA there!

WATTERS:  SAGAWA didn't come here to exchange pleasantries, he came to fight! He want Sean to bring everything he has because he damn sure is gonna bring the same!

[Darring looks like he wants to wring SAGAWA's neck, but the ref is once again trying to seperate them.]

CHANEY:  Referee Barry Snider trying to talk some sense into Sean Darring. Trying to restore order to this ma- LOW BLOW! SAGAWA just kicked Sean between his legs!

WATTERS:  The ref didn't see it! He was looking at Darring!

[SAGAWA grabs Sean before the referee realises what's happening, putting him in the corner and SLAPPING The Legend across the face! Sean is obviously stunned from those two moves, and SAGAWA grabs a Front Facelock. Moving onto the top turnbuckle.]

CHANEY:  Looks like SAGAWA's looking for a Tornado DDT! Risky move at this juncture!

[...Then SAGAWA throws Darring's arm over his shoulder and pulls him up with him.]

WATTERS:  That's... NOT how a DDT looks

CHANEY:  He... He can't be serious. Is he... IS HE GONNA SUPERPLEX DARRING TO THE OUTSIDE?!?!?!

WATTERS:  I think he might be that crazy!

[The crowd is wild with anticipation now and even Sean has realised the kind of peril he's in! Hammering down on SAGAWA'S neck with his good arm to try and break the hold! He causes a second of release from the oriental maniac and he takes it! Grabbing a facelock and leaping from the top!]

CHANEY:  AVALANCHE SPINNING NECKBREAKER!!

[The impact is THUNDEROUS! The crowd is off their feet from that! SAGAWA is barely moving! Sean doesn't look much better, but he crawls! CRAWLS to make the cover!

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SAGAWA KICKS OUT HALF A SECOND TOO LATE!!

[DING DING DING!]

BUFFINGTON:  Here is your winner! SEAN! DARRING!!

WATTERS:  And that is all she wrote people! Sean Darring advancing to the finals after nearly breaking SAGAWA'S neck!

CHANEY:  But what an effort by his opponent here tonight! I don't condone his tactics or his attitude, but you have to respect his fire!

WATTERS:  He brought one hell of a fight tonight Chaney, injured or not! I have a feeling this won't be the last fight these two have against one another.



[The screen returns to the ringside announce table view as our announcers continue their discussion.]

CHANEY:  Hopefully next time, they'll BOTH be at 100%.

WATTERS:  I can't wait! These two men brought the best out of each other here tonight! I haven't seen this kind of aggression from Sean since the old days! A fantastic performance by them both!

CHANEY:  And speaking of fantastic, the SCW tag team division has been just that!

WATTERS:  No doubt about it, Chaney. The tag scene in SCW is as white hot as has ever existed! When you get legends like Gorilla Smith saying he wished he could get the Psychotic Doctor back ingthe ring to be in the division, that is something.

CHANEY:  Certainly is a testament to the depth of the division, but one team that has risen to the top is American Revival.

WATTERS:  Colby Prince and Ryan Paris have rampaged their way through the SCW tag division. See what I did there, Chaney? Rampaged their way through....

CHANEY:  Yes, I got that. Good one using the name of our television show.

WATTERS:  Thanks.

CHANEY:  You were saying?

WATTERS:  They are rampaging (winks) their way through the division. No losses and a few of the matches have been destructions!

CHANEY:  Many feel this team is the one who will eventually be tougher champions than our current pair, Las Preguntas.

WATTERS:  Very well could be. They are technically sound, both have plenty of individual skill and they work together famously!

CHANEY:  Yet tonight that bond may not be stronger than the brothers they face in The O'Malley Brothers!

WATTERS:  Anthony and Marcus O'Malley have enjoyed success elsewhere, but they walk in here and get one easy win and then act like they are ready for the top?

CHANEY:  You don't think so?

WATTERS:  They very well may be, but this is the deepest tag scene in the world! It takes more than a single victory to get in that tier. At least that is where I stand.

CHANEY:  So you think American Revival wins this.

WATTERS:  With ease.

CHANEY:  Let's take it to the ring as we are ready with the next match here at SHOWDOWN!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]




[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, this tag team match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Making their way to the ring...

[The opening guitar rift from “Have A Drink On Me” rips throughout The Phoenix as the crowd starts to pop in excitement.]

#Whiskey, gin and brandy#
#With a glass I'm pretty handy#
#I'm trying to walk a straight line#
#On sour mash and cheap wine#
#So join me for a drink boys#
#We're gonna make a big noise#
#So don't worry about tomorrow#
#Take it today#
#Forget about the check#
#We'll get hell to pay#

BUFFINGTON: ...weighing a combined four hundred and eighty pounds...Marcus and Anthony...

       T H E    O’ M A L L E Y

          B R O T H E R S ! ! !

[The brothers come out from behind the curtain to the loud cheers of the fans. Marcus stands in the center of the stage with his kendo stick raised high in the air with his right hand as Anthony bounces all over the stage getting the fans riled up.]

#Have a drink on me#
#Have a drink on me#
#Have a drink on me#
#Have a drink on me (on me)#
#Get stoned#
#Have a drink on me#
#Have a drink on me (yeah)#
#Have a drink on me, come on#

[The brothers reach ringside as Anthony slides under the bottom rope while Marcus steps up the ring steps and through the middle rope and into the ring. They stop in the middle of the ring and give an Impact Players-like pose as Anthony flexes like Shawn Michaels and Marcus poses behind him holding his kendo stick high in the air as the fans cheer loudly.]

CHANEY:  Firstmajor match for the O'Malleys here tonight!

WATTERS:  We will find out how ready for prime time they are because they will need to be on their toes in this one.

CHANEY:  They have has success elsewhere. I have no doubt the same will be said here.

WATTERS:  We will see. They have a lot to prove.

[Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.]

BUFFINGTON:  And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of four hundred, twenty-seven pounds. Here are Colby Price and Ryan Paris, the....

            A M E R I C A N

                      R E V I V A L  ! ! !

[A heavy metal style riff of music begins to play as the newest SCW tag team steps out from behind the curtain. Colby has a classic wrestler build, very athletic build and wears black pants with white lettering on it. Paris has short, dark hair and an athletic build. He wears matching black pants to Prince with white lettering. They step into the ring and stare down the entire Rich Family as we still do not know which two will be in this match, disrespecting them with their glare as they await the start of the match.]

CHANEY:  Prince and Paris have become quite a sensation in this stacked tag team division.

WATTERS:  They reallyhave opened people's eyes and nobody had seen them in so long that they forgot just how good they are.

CHANEY:  Well that has been corrected.

WATTERS:  It really has. I don't envy the referee tryign to keep peace in there with two teams trying to prove how good they are tonight.

[The O'Malleys then walk toward the center of the ring, where American Revival meets them. The two duos start talking to each other at each other, Anthony and Marcus doing most of the jaw-jacking as Prince and Paris just stand there with stoic smirks on their faces and saying "Yeah, ok" back to them.]

CHANEY:  Look at this... the tension already building.

WATTERS:  As good as the O'Malleys are, there is a reason why they call Prince and Paris the future of this great tag team division! And tonight, the O'Malleys' are gonna find that out the hard way.

[After a few moments, Prince motions to Paris, then steps closer to his opponents. Marcus motions to Anthony, who slowly nods and then steps back himself, he and Paris both exiting the ring.]

CHANEY:  Prince and Marcus still standing at the center of the ring with their eyes locked on each other... Marshall Noblitt calling for the bell.

WATTERS:  And look at this... both guys already in each other's faces.

[Prince and Marcus are nose to nose, Marcus is jawing at Colby.]

CHANEY:  And these two men not wasting any time talking trash.

WATTERS:  If Marcus was smart, he'd be acknowledging that Colby Prince is the better wrestler.

CHANEY:  So in other words, he should back down and let Prince do what he wants?

WATTERS:  Don't put words in my mouth, Chaney!

CHANEY:  Well, that would be a way of acknowledging who is the better wrestler, wouldn't it?

[And then, the fists start flying between the two wrestlers in the ring.]

CHANEY:  And here we go! Marcus and Prince exchanging fists... Noblitt already warning both men about closed fists.

WATTERS:  Now that's the guy who needs to back down and let the men do what they want!

CHANEY:  Neither man backing off as they exchange fists. Prince with a kick to the midsection!

WATTERS:  He's backing up Marcus into the ropes. There's an Irish whip.

CHANEY:  Clothesline attempt misses and Marcus is on the rebound and his clothesline does not miss!

[Marcus immediately dives on Prince and starts hammering away.]

CHANEY:  And it's Marcus with the advantage as he continues to nail Prince with those fists!

WATTERS:  I will say this:  Marcus seems to have the fire now. Prince is gonna have to find a way to keep it a technical-based matchup and get the advantage.

CHANEY:  At the moment, Prince is just trying to withstand the assault!

[With Marcus not listening to Noblitt's demands to break it up.]

CHANEY:  Noblitt demanding Marcus listen to the count.

WATTERS:  Why should he? Just let 'em fight, Noblitt! It is their only chance against these guys!

CHANEY:  Prince clips Marcus from behind!

WATTERS:  And now we're gonna see the great technical wrestler that is Colby Prince!

CHANEY:  Prince grabbing Marcus by the legs and drives a boot right into the midsection!

WATTERS:  He's gotta keep Marcus grounded. Don't let him get to a standing position where he can really use those fists.

CHANEY:  Prince has Marcus's right leg and it looks like a figure four he is trying to clamp on! No, Marcus kicks him off!

[And right into the corner, where Prince's shoulder hits the ringpost.]

WATTERS:  That's gonna hurt!

CHANEY:  Prince clutching his shoulder as it went right into the post. Marcus on the attack!

WATTERS:  Marcus grabbing him by the arm and he twists it and starts hammering it with those fists!

CHANEY:  Marcus shoving Prince shoulder first into the corner. Prince holding his arm in pain! I'm shocked atthe amount of intensity we are seeing from Marcus O'Malley!

WATTERS:  I know what you mean, Chaney! Marcus draping that arm across the top rope. Just look at those elbows to the shoulder!

CHANEY:  Marcus again drawing a warning from the referee!

[As Noblitt shouts at Marcus, the the O'Malleys member finally turns to him and argues again.]

WATTERS:  Finally people realize you have to do your worst against teams like the Revival to even stand a chance!

CHANEY:  Prince shaking his arm off and he takes off for Marcus from behind!

WATTERS:  Nice! Look at that clothesline to the back of the head!

CHANEY:  Prince dragging Marcus off the mat. He looks over and a tag is made to Ryan Paris!

[Prince holds Marcus's arm from behind as Paris plants a kick to the midsection.]

CHANEY:  Paris taking control of Marcus and grabs him in position, trying for a DDT.

WATTERS:  Marcus back body drops Paris!

CHANEY:  Marcus with the presence of mind to escape the move. Now he stomps on Paris!

WATTERS:  He better keep him down. Paris is dangerous when he's on his feet because then he can take to the air!

CHANEY:  It's Marcus in control as he pulls Paris off the mat. He scoops Ryan up and runs forward for a powerslam! And he covers!

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WATTERS:  Kickout at one! Nice power move but it takes more than that to beat American Revival tonight!

CHANEY:  Marcus pulling Paris up again. He whips him into the corner. following up with knee strikes!

WATTERS:  Marcus showing fire I didn't know he had in him!!!

[Once again, the referee asserts himself and draws the attention of Marcus in the process.]

CHANEY:  Noblitt in there doing his job and again Marcus' advance is stopped.

WATTERS:  Yeah, but I love seein ghow aggressive Marcus has been. I wonder if Anthony will be the same?

CHANEY:  Paris dropkicks Marcus from behind!

WATTERS:  And once again, American Revival takes advantage of the situation!

[Paris, meanwhile, has scaled the second turnbuckle as Marcus gets to his feet.]

CHANEY:  Paris coming off the second rope and hits a cross body block and the cover!

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CHANEY:  NO, KICKOUT AT ONE!

WATTERS:  With what we have seen so far, neither team will be beaten that quickly.

CHANEY:  Paris pulling Marcus up and he tags Prince back in!

WATTERS:  And it's time to see what American Revival does best!

CHANEY:  Paris with a sitout facebuster on Marcus. Prince follows with an elbowdrop to the back!

WATTERS:  Prince bringing Marcus back up and whips into the ropes.

CHANEY:  He catches him with a spinebuster! And there's a cover attempt!

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CHANEY:  NO, KICKOUT BY MARCUS!

WATTERS:  Quick tag again by Prince. This is what makes the team the future of tag team wrestling!

CHANEY:  Marcus again sent into the ropes and a clothesline takes him down! Meanwhile, Paris running into the ropes and he connects with a snap legdrop!

WATTERS:  Count it, ref!

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WATTERS:  Oh, come on, slow count!

CHANEY:  You can't underestimate Marcus's tenacity!

WATTERS:  No, but I can argue with the count all I want!

CHANEY:  Marcus being pulled off the mat. Quick belly to belly suplex by Paris!

WATTERS:  These two are dominating now!

CHANEY:  Paris tags out again to Prince and he sets Marcus in position for a powerbomb.

WATTERS:  I see where this is going!

CHANEY:  Paris lifts the powerbomb and here comes Prince with the jump for the knee strike...REVIVAL POWERBOMB!!!

WATTERS:  DAMN!!!

CHANEY:  Paris rushes over the moment he droppedthe powerbomb and he hits a forearm to the side of Anthony's head, knocking him to the floor!

WATTERS:  This is great! Prince covers!

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CHANEY:  AMERICAN REVIVAL GET THE VICTORY!!!

WATTERS:  These guys are nasty in there!

CHANEY:  And they aren't done!!!

WATTERS:  Paris has hold of Anthony at ringside and lifts him for a powerbomb onto the guardrailing!!!

CHANEY:  Parince slides out of the ring and stands next to his partner as the fans start booing them loudly.

WATTERS:  This is what it is all about. It is better to be feared than loved in wrestling!



[The feed cuts to the back, where a hallway-roving camera catches Boss Hogg talking to his two proteges outside a locker room. As the cameraman sneaks closer, careful not to disturb the scene, the trio's words become audible to the naked ear.]

HOGG:  All right, y'all...y'all ready to do this?

[The two men collectively known as the Trailer Park Assassinz assent enthusiastically, bringing a grin from their grizzled mentor as he continues.]

HOGG:  All right, well...I been thinkin' and I reckon y'all don't need me out there tonight.

[As abruptly as they had begun expressing themselves, the Assassinz now fall silent, their body posture indicating surprise. Hogg, however, seems quite calm and collected as he elaborates.]

HOGG:  Don't act so surprised, boys... Ain't like I'm ditchin' y'all. I'm still gon' be right here, watching in the wings. Y'all need me, I'm there like a shot. I just reckon...with this being y'all's first Pay-Per-View match 'n' all...y'all don't need a babysitter. Y'all earned the right to do this on your own.

[The two masked men still look rather dubious, but the big biker reassures them with one skillet-sized hand on each of their shoulders.]

HOGG:  Honestly...ain't nothin' to be scared of. Everything's gonna be just dandy. I trust y'all. I have faith in y'all.

[This appears to go at least a little way towards reassuring the two youths, and it is with a rather more confident posture that Hogg sees them off with a pat to each back.]

HOGG:  Now, off y'all go!

[With that, and after lingering for a moment to see his charges off safely, the big man turns and opens the door to the locker room behind him, promptly crossing the threshold and disappearing from view. With nothing interesting left to film, it does not take more than a minute for the camera person to switch off his or her feed and throw the broadcast elsewhere.]



[The screen returns to Chaney and Watters at ringside.]

WATTERS:  And the baby ducks are sent packing! I love it!

CHANEY:  Boss Hogg telling the Trailer Park Assassinz that they are ready for the next step.

WATTERS:  We will find out later when they step in against Border Control! It could be another case of the O'Malley syndrome!

CHANEY:  What do you mean?

WATTERS:  You look really good and then suddenly....WHAM! Good night Irene! (laughs)

CHANEY:  Well I hope you have a better impression of the men involved in the next match, Larry.

WATTERS:  What is up next?

[Eric rolls his eyes.]

CHANEY:  If you would ever look at the sheet in front of you! The next match is Jonny Bedlam against Harrison Daniels!

WATTERS:  Oh, ok. Yeah this one has potential!

CHANEY:  Why do you say that?

WATTERS:  Harrison Daniels has all of the skills you need to be successful. In fact, he even has the connections you need to rise up because of his connection to heel nation.

CHANEY:  So because he is a friend of Wilson he is favored?

WATTERS:  That isn't the sole reason why, Chaney.

CHANEY:  Do tell.

WATTERS:  Daniels has been around long enough to know how to ease in and make a name. He isn't walking in here calling himself "two belts" or whatever the announcement said.

CHANEY:  I don't think Bedlam was referring to himself that way.

WATTERS:  I'm just saying. Daniels knows how to do things right and Bedlam is a loud-mouthed guy with a taste for single-malt!

CHANEY:  Bedlam is a former World Champion, where as Daniels is not.

WATTERS:  That doesn't matter to me. WHERE was this World Title won? Some place forced to operate in a third-world nation because ownership doesn't know its ass form a hole in the ground?

CHANEY:  Well...

WATTERS:  That doesn't mean squat. I know idiots who stand in front of an ipad and wear plastic titles and claim to be world champions.

CHANEY:  But...

WATTERS:  Those people are pathetic!

CHANEY:  Well I think we get your point.

WATTERS:  No, you don't!  I've been in that ring and fought wars in that ring. I know what it is like to give every ounce of strength and sweat in order to become a champion. A lot of these guys don't understand it and will NEVER understand it.

CHANEY:  Larry, the times are different.

WATTERS:  Don't remind me.

CHANEY:  Before Larry goes further into his "grumpy old man" routine. Let's go to the ring and see how this match between Bedlam and Daniels unfolds!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]




[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first...

[The excited and energized crowd starts to boo with fervent heat as Lily Allen’s “Silver Spoon” begins blaring throughout The Phoenix because they know who will soon appear...]

#So I went to posh school#
#Why would I deny it?#
#Silver spoon at the ready#
#So don't even try it#
#Yeah the house I grew up in it was Georgian#
#Ten bedrooms, beautiful proportions#
#Can't say that life isn't easy#
#Double negative, can't nothing please me?#
#Only make it here#
#'Cause of my daddy#
#[BLEEP] your tea bags#
#Yo, where's my tea caddy?#

BUFFINGTON: Making his way to the ring…..from Waterbury, Connecticut….weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds. He is a member of Heel Nation...

         H A R R I S O N

     D A N I E L S    I I I ! ! !

[HD III steps out from behind the curtain, slowly soaking up the boos from the fans. With a smug look of arrogance on his face, he looks around the arena as he playfully rubs his abs through his shirt as his music continues to play.)

#Life isn't fine but we all can try#
#(Not fair, it's not right)#
#Doing my thing I'm just#
#Keeping my head down and#
#Do we have to#
#Keep talking about#
#Where you think it is I'm from?#
#I'ma make you see#
#You don't know me#
#You don't know me#
#No things never change#
#No talent on me#
#I don't believe#
#I'm still here#
#Still telling you that you're wrong#
#Are you losing sleep#
#You don't know me#
#You don't know me#
#No things never change#
#No talent on me, boy#

[Daniels walks past the aisleway of fans holding their noses or giving thumbs down gestures as he makes his way to the ring. Once he reaches ringside, Daniels steps up the ring steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing into the ring. Once inside the ring, Daniels walks to the ropes and climbs on the middle rope, holding his right fist in the air while extending his right pinky finger. Daniels steps off the ropes, removes his shirt and begins stretching in a nearby corner as he insults fans at ringside.]

CHANEY:  Daniels looks ready to take on Jonny Bedlam here, Larry.

WATTERS:  He is more than ready, and heel nation is going to be making a splash tonight. You just watch!

CHANEY:  With that Television Title coming, both of these men may well have designs on it.

WATTERS:  As well they should, but Daniels may be front runner for that one, if you ask me.

[Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.]

BUFFINGTON:  And his opponent! standing six feet, two inches tall and hailing from Dallas, Texas! Here is...

                   J O N N Y

                           B E D L A M  ! ! !

[The first few notes of "Bastards of Young" by The Replacements ring out across the arena.  Jonny Bedlam strolls out from the back wearing a zip-up hooded sweat-shirt.  When Westerberg screams after the first few notes of the song, Jonny takes the hoodie off and throws it into the crowd.]

#God What a Mess#
#On the ladder of Success#
#You take one step#
#and miss the whole first rung#

[Jonny took in the crowd on the first verse, then ran Berzerker-style towards the ring and slid under the bottom ropes.  He stood in the middle of the ring for a moment.] 

#We are the sons of noooooo one#
#Bastards of young#

[As the chorus came in, he pounded one side of his chest, then the other, then the other, then the other one last time then stuck one finger directly up into the air, and looked up.]

CHANEY:  New signing, Jonny Bedlam, has the tough task of facing Harrison Daniels the third here in only his second SCW appearance.

WATTERS:  There’s never a good time to meet Harrison Daniels, who grew up on the flush streets of Waterbury, Connecticut, but unfortunately for everyone at his high school, Daniels was the type of person you didn’t pick on for lunch money.  He didn’t grow up the hard way, which actually makes him hardcore, because he worked incredibly hard to get to where he is now.  He doesn’t have to work; he wants this, wants it badly and his ego drives him on to be the best he can be.  Jonny Bedlam is in for a much harder night than his debut with respect to Jed Johnson.

CHANEY:  No doubt about that.

WATTERS:  Daniels has got enormous wealth in the bank and enormous ability in the ring.  He’s got more keys than a Buckingham Palace janitor and any one of them could open doors for him tonight.

CHANEY:  But, Bedlam’s got an awful lot of strings to his bow too, Larry:  He’s an accomplished wrestler, martial artist, high flyer and extremist, plus he’s unpredictable.

WATTERS:  You mean he’s crazier than a cowboy’s horse.  It should be a great bout.

CHANEY:  Agreed.

WATTERS:  Oh no, something’s wrong.  I’ve changed my mind.

[Bedlam raises his right arm, inviting Harrison Daniels III to participate in a bout of Greco Roman Knuckle Lock.  HDIII accepts the offer as both men jockey for position.  There’s no give the first time round, so they come together for Take 2 and as Daniels looks set to take a shortcut, Bedlam gets the boot in first and turns Harrison’s knuckles.  Bedlam smiles down on Daniels from a dominant, upright position.]

WATTERS:  Shortcut by Bedlam there, Eric.  Deny it.

CHANEY:  I won’t, but I suppose you will deny that Daniels had it in mind first.

WATTERS:  You are correct, your honor.

[Harrison Daniels works his way back up, but Bedlam turns the fingers again and brings Daniels back down and kicks Daniels a few times to the chest before letting go.]

CHANEY:  Bedlam bounces off the ropes and catches Daniels with a stiff running knee to the face.  Daniels rolls out of the ring for a breather and it’s been another bright start by former world champion, Jonny Bedlam.

WATTERS:  Harrison Daniels won’t be out of here in 5 minutes flat.  There’s a long way to go.

{Daniels is trying to get the feeling back in his fingers as the official counts.  Bedlam decides he has had enough, joining Harrison on the outside.]

CHANEY:  Harrison wants no part of Bedlam at this juncture.

WATTERS:  He’s making Bedlam come to him.

[Daniels runs around the corner of the ring and then slides back in, leaving Jonny on the outside, then waving Bedlam back in.  Jonny obliges as they engage in a collar-and-elbow.}

CHANEY:  Whatever Daniels has tried so far hasn’t worked as Bedlam gets the better of yet another exchange and marches Harrison into the corner.

WATTERS:  Counter by Daniels.

CHANEY:  And Bedlam reverses it.

WATTERS:  Only for Daniels to recounter it.

CHANEY:  Before Bedlam does it again and this time he keeps Harrison there, once and for all.

[A clean break is observed as both combatants cautiously break their hold on one another.  Daniels attempts a right hand, but Bedlam blocks it and responds in kind.  Before he can follow up and fire off another shot, Daniels puts his head between the top and middle ropes to force the referee to step in.]

WATTERS:  Daniels using his head there - figuratively and literally.

CHANEY:  Harrison is happy with how far the referee has instructed Bedlam to get back, and now chooses to engage in the form of another collar-and-elbow, only to execute a go-behind.  

[Harrison tries to shove Bedlam up against the ropes, but Bedlam doesn’t play ball, butt-thrusting Daniels, who fails with his roll-up attempt. However, he performs a back roll and as Bedlam swivels around, Daniels rebounds off the ropes and scores with a flying forearm and a kip-up, a la HBK.]

WATTERS:  And, Harrison Daniels has arrived in this match.

CHANEY:  His little show for the crowd, who don’t approve, is fortunately cut short.  Inverted atomic drop by Daniels.

WATTERS;  No cover either.  He’s looking to make Bedlam pay and it’s about time.

[Belly-to-belly by HD3 is promptly followed by a proper pose and bow.]

CHANEY:  Should he be wasting so much time?

WATTERS: Harrison Daniels the Third has done more in thirty seconds than Bedlam all match.  Jonny’s in serious trouble and Daniels has got Bedlam exactly where he wants him.

[An Irish whip west sees Bedlam arrow back into a grateful Harrison’s path as a spinning heel kick floors the newcomer.]

WATTERS:  I rest my case.

[Daniels whips Bedlam to the other side...No Siths Allowed!  A mirror image in the form of a second spinning heel kick and now Bedlam’s back in control.]

CHANEY:  You were saying?

[TAZZMISSION!  HDIII ushers Bedlam back into the corner before it can kick in and rams into the buckle twice, thrice…]

WATTERS:  Desperate men and all that.  Not going to lie, Chaney, but Bedlam could have had Harrison Daniels in serious jeopardy there, but again, Harrison’s experience and intelligence come into play.  He’s a ring general and he knew exactly where he was.

CHANEY:  HARD knife edge chops stings Bedlam’s chest and Daniels is doing damage.  Wait a minute..Jonny throws a meaty right hand back, but Harrison cuts him off with a chop and another and he’s certainly winning this exchange.

[Another whip, this time to the corner, sees Bedlam smack the top turnbuckle sternum-first, favoring his chest.]

CHANEY:  German suplex!  

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WATTERS;  Any time Harrison Daniels has been on the attack, it’s been more convincing than Bedlam.  Maybe this Bedlam character isn’t as bad as he’s made out.

CHANEY:  And that hurricanrana by Harrison wasn’t bad either, but just two for Daniels the third as Bedlam rolls him up...one...two...both men exchanging close falls there.

[Seated superkick!]

WATTERS:  Thereee’s Jonny!

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{A double down commences a count, which we’ll fast-forward to five.  Both men aren’t exactly stable when they start slinging punches, the crowd cheering for Bedlam’s efforts while jeering the digs by Daniels.  At 3 apiece, Bedlam opts for a lariat to mix things up, misses and is punished by a half-nelson backbreaker.]

WATTERS:  Daniels is a smart guy.

CHANEY:  Predictable himself at times, though.  Bedlam has countered Harrison on multiple occasions here and deserves a  lot of credit for his wrestling ability, as well as heart, desire and a whole host of attributes he brings to the table.

[In the time Chaney’s been speaking, HDIII has jumped over the top rope and is poised to score with a springboard clothesline, which connects, and he posts two.  He questions the referee’s count and gets a reminder in the form a Churchill-esque V for Victory sign.  Only it’s not.]

CHANEY:  Daniels comes off the ropes and it’s a drop toehold by Bedlam, who clearly saw that coming.

WATTERS:  Okay, Chaney.  OH NO!

CHANEY:  Peruvian necktie from Bedlam.  But, Daniels gets to the ropes before Bedlam can apply it properly and the hold has to be released.

WATTERS:  Get him off, ref.

[HDIII comes to the outside, just like he did earlier, to halt any momentum.  However, Bedlam has other ideas, gaining full head of steam and surprising everyone in the audience, his opponent most of all, with a sumptuous vaulting body press and a barrage of punches in its aftermath.]

WATTERS:  Where did that come from?

CHANEY:  Jonny Bedlam is full of surprises.

[Bedlam rolls HDIII back into the battleground, only for Harrison to beg off as Jonny draws closer.  Suddenly, Daniels grabs a handful of tights and deposits Bedlam to the outside, a la Hogan, maintaining he’s done nothing wrong even while receiving a reprimand from the referee.  Our official then turns his attention to a count, Bedlam’s up pretty quickly, until Harrison sets off and meets his man with a dropkick that sends Jonny off the apron and back onto the floor.]

WATTERS:  Daniels now two steps ahead of Bedlam.

CHANEY:  And I suppose it all started with that ‘leverage’ move.

[Daniels is fixed to quash Bedlam’s entry again, the count reaching five this time, but a baseball slide sees Harrison go careering straight out of the ring, only to be mowed down by a HARD lariat.]

CHANEY:  Bedlam’s turn to be  two steps ahead of Daniels in this keenly-contested bout.  Bedlam sends Daniels into the ringpost with authority!  

WATTERS:  Daniels doesn’t know where he is.

CHANEY:  Jonny rolls him back in and makes the cover.  

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WATTERS:  Maybe he does know where he is, after all.

{A Russian legsweep by Bedlam.]

CHANEY:  Rather than complain after every count, as Daniels has done, Bedlam just gets on with it.  Now, he has an octopus hold applied.  Daniels is struggling.

WATTERS:  Don’t count Daniels out.  Yes, he backs and rams Bedlam into the corner, again showing great ring generalship.

[Not only that, Daniels has hoisted himself up onto the top rope.]

CHANEY:  Tornado DDT from Daniels. 

WATTERS:  He hooks the leg.  Harrison has pulled it out of the bag.

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CHANEY:  No, he hasn’t!  Late kickout by Bedlam, but unquestionably, Harrison’s closest call yet and of course, he questions the referee once again, wasting critical time when he’s got Bedlam in a precarious position.

{Daniels hooks Bedlam, once over the frustration, and takes him over with a technically-sound fisherman’s suplex.]

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[Same result.  Another near-fall for Daniels. Harrison is fed up with our official.]

DANIELS:  Four or five times, ref.  Has Bedlam got you in his pocket?  What’s the deal?

WATTERS:  You tell him, Harrison.

[HDIII grabs Bedlam by the hair, but Jonny fights back with two blows to the body and one upstairs, which forces a startled Daniels, who has no answer to Jonny’s aggression, back towards the ropes.  Jonny continues his fine work with a judo throw.  Instinctively, Daniels gets up and immediately wishes he hadn’t when he’s put down with a fabulous roundhouse kick.]

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CHANEY:  Scoop slam puts Daniels down again.

WATTERS:  Hey, wait.  Where’s he going?

CHANEY:  To the top rope.  Jonny Bedlam is going to take a chance here.    He sets himself...incoming!  Elbow drop.

WATTERS:  Ha!  Missed.  Daniels was playing possum.

[In fact, Harrison is now up on his feet and pleading with Bedlam to join him upright.]

CHANEY:  SUPERKICK!

WATTERS:  Nearly took his jaw off.

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[Daniels pushes the referee and almost instantly regrets it.  He apologizes profusely as the zebra threatens to wave this off if he does it again.]

CHANEY:  He’s had his warning and now…

WATTERS:  Sense of Enti…

CHANEY:  Bedlam’s turn to force Daniels into the corner spine-first, dodging a bullet and not eating Harrison’s patented hammerlock DDT, which surely would have been it.  

WATTERS:  Again, up to the top?  Does he have dementia?

CHANEY:  Will it be different this time?  CALF BRANDING!  This move finished Jed Johnson off on Bedlam’s introduction to SCW inside a minute and it’s a dangerous time in the contest for Daniels to digest it.

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WATTERS:  As much as I like him though, Jed Johnson is no Harrison Daniels the Third.  That was close, though!  

CHANEY: Great resilience and heart shown by both men, who sense the end is nigh if they can hit one more meaningful maneuver.  Bedlam went close with calf branding; Daniels thought he had it with the superkick.  

[Just as Jonny picks up Daniels, Bedlam eats an unexpected throat thrust.  Subsequently, the attempted Sense of Entitlement is rebuffed by elbows.]

CHANEY:  Harrison is eager to hit his finisher, which would surely be enough, but unfortunately, it’s telegraphed.  Now, he’s searching for a second superkick.  Bedlam ducks underneath and goes low with a leg sweep.

WATTERS:  Despite coughing and spluttering after that throat thrust, Bedlam still had the presence of mine and determination to fight through the pain.  I admire that.

CHANEY:  You admire Jonny Bedlam?

WATTERS:  Quit while you’re ahead.

CHANEY:  And now Bedlam’s ahead.  Get the stretcher ready.

WATTERS:  Why?

CHANEY:  Daniels is going to BETHLEM ROYAL HOSPITAL!

[Bedlam’s finisher, the beautiful butterfly kick, has seemingly rendered Daniels unconscious.  Let’s find out.]

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CHANEY:  Another impressive win for Jonny Bedlam; most definitely hard-fought.  Harrison’s technique and athleticism posed certain problems, but Bedlam’s got a lot in his locker, Larry:  He can wrestle, fight, fly and take punishment.  He’s a well-rounded machine and that’s why he’s a former world champion in his own right.

WATTERS:  Okay, I admit that:  You’re not number one in any organization if you’re one-dimensional.  That could have gone either way, though.  Daniels will be back, but Bedlam showed he belongs in the big leagues.  They were one move away from winning the match and Bedlam got that with his kick.

[A replay is shown of BRH decking, and ultimately, defeating Daniels before Bedlam makes the cover, hooking the leg and recording his second successive triumph here in SCW.]

CHANEY:  Neither man disgraced themselves.

WATTERS:  Far from it.  When you see the name Harrison Daniels or Jonny Bedlam as your opponent, you’re never in for an easy fight or night and so it proved.  Bedlam won tonight, but Daniels will be back.

CHANEY:  What do you see in both men’s futures?



[The the discussion cotinues, the screen switches to show the announcers at the ringside table.]

WATTERS:  Tough matches, whichever route they go.  Harrison Daniels wants to be among the very best, somewhere he has been before, his ego demands it.  He’s not going to be a curtain-jerker for anyone. Jonny Bedlam had a lot of momentum before coming here and even more so now with that win.  He still needs to work his way up, but he hasn’t come here as someone who’s going to stay in the second match.

CHANEY:  Both men could have big futures and will want to be in contention for the Lonestar title, regardless of who wins later on.

WATTERS:  Jed Johnson may put the ‘W’ in SCW, but the ‘C’ stands for competition.

CHANEY:  Sure does, and we’ve got that in abundance, as well as action. Like what we are about to see up next.

WATTERS:  The crew is already rushing out here! They work so damn fast!

CHANEY: Folks, while the ring crew finishes getting things ready for the Walk the Plank match.  Let's revisit this feud.

WATTERS: Let's not and say we did, Chaney.

CHANEY: Things started when Tony Sweat took offense to Masked Maniac's attention by the opposite sex.

WATTERS: I mean really, how can any lady be attracted to that masked moron?   Tony has a bit of a sweat issue he needs some medicine for, but he is twice the man that Maniac is.

CHANEY: "A bit of a sweat issue"?   That is putting it mildly don't ya think, Larry?

WATTERS: Well the guy has hot flashes.  Leave him alone!

CHANEY:  Things escalated when their partners arrived and we were treated to Ladies Night at Funky Town.

WATTERS: You and I have different opinions on being treated, but in the end, Sweaty Bling reminded us this is a wrestling event and beat down those two masked morons.

CHANEY: From there we have had some words traded.  There have been some brawls.   We had a towel match that Masked Maniac takes very personal.    And in the end, here we are with a rare old-school Scaffold rules match, called a Walk the Plank match.

WATTERS: It's going to be quite funny when the masked morons fall from that scaffold and down on the mat.

CHANEY: In a dangerous stipulation like this, I don't think it's funny when either side falls from such heights.  That could cripple a man if he landed wrong.  It looks like the Scaffold is up and we are ready to cut to the ring.

WATTERS: It's time to WALK THE PLANK!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]

"WALK THE PLANK" MATCH



[The graphic leaves as we cut to the ring where the scaffold sits high above the ring. There is a ladder on each side leading up to the scaffold that in this match is called the plank.  The ring announcer, Aaron Buffington stands under and he is looking up at the plank that sits above him high in the air.   It really drives home the distance and danger that stands before both tag teams.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the Walk the Plank match!

[The rabid SCW faithful give a roaring POP for the unique and dangerous stipulations.]

BUFFINGTON:  This will be a tag team match and to win the match you must send a member of the opposite team off the scaffold and into the ring.

[HELL YEAH POP!]

BUFFINGTON: Introducing first ...  From the Seven Seas?

[Buffington pauses questioning what he is reading, but he continues as the professional he is.]

BUFFINGTON:  The team of Masked Maniac and The Masked Wingman ...

T H E   M A S K E D   B R O S  ! ! !

[Instead of Masked Bros before Hoes their usual theme song ...   Yo Ho A Pirates Life For Me hits the PA system.   A-bit of confusion sets in the arena until the fun fan favorites Masked Maniac and the Masked Wingman pop out from the curtains.]

[The Masked fan favorites are dressed for the occasion.  They have on black pirate skull caps with jolly rogers on over their black Lucha masks. They have black rain boots.   The Masked Maniac storms down carrying a mop while the Masked Wingman waves a Masked Bros pirate designed flag.]

[They make their way down to ringside.  The Masked Wingman stops at the ladder and shows his immediate discomfort with the stipulations and the fact he is being asked to climb the ladder up to the scaffold plank above.]

CHANEY:  The Masked Bros seem to be ready for the occasion.

WATTERS:  The Masked Wingman looks scared to death of climbing that ladder and up to the plank.   And, I must ask what is the mop going to do, Chaney?

CHANEY:  Well, I think it's to take away the game plan of Tony Sweat making the plank slippery with his sweat problem.

WATTERS:  Isn't that what the "rain boots" are for?

CHANEY:  There is a lot of sweat when it comes to Tony.

WATTERS:  I will give you that.

[The Masked Maniac seems to be talking to his partner trying to eliminate his fear of heights.   Finally, the big masked man starts to slowly climb the ladder as his mentor, Masked Maniac is right behind him playing the crowd as they make their way up the ladder and await their opponents.]

WATTERS: Don't fall!

CHANEY: I'm not sure the Masked Wingman finds you amusing, Larry.

WATTERS:  Awww .. Come on now.   It's all in good fun.

["Sweating For The Gold" plays over the PA and the fans start to BOO as out from behind the curtains walks the Pirate of Bling, in his black & gold pirate-themed gear, and Tony Sweat, in his black & gold gear, aka the tag team known as SWEATY BLING!]

BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, Tony Sweat and the Pirate of Bling... 

              S W E A T Y   B L I N G ! ! !

[The boos rain down as the two men confidently stride down to the ring with large confident smiles on their faces. Tony winks at a pretty lass in the front row while sweat streams down his face and body leaving a trail behind him of sweat droplets on the floor.]

CHANEY: It appears that Tony is already getting himself worked up. The rain boots may have been genius.

WATTERS: Hey, give the guy a break, Chaney.  It's a big night and under the lights, it feels about 90 degrees!

[They stop to check out the unique gear their opponents are decked out in before breaking out into hearty laughter!]

CHANEY: Sweaty Bling is having a good laugh at the Masked Bros.

WATTERS: They aren't the only ones, Chaney!  HAHAHAHA!

[The Masked Wingman would be mad, but he has his feet firmly on the Scaffold as he stares down below at his foes.  The Masked Maniac pats his partner on the shoulders bringing comfort to his partner. Bling stifles his laugh while putting his hands in the air as if to say "My bad" but obviously he's not really remorseful for laughing at his opponents. Tony is in full rant mode though, yelling and waving his arms around which sends sprays of sweat onto the fans in the first few rows.]

CHANEY: Just seeing that makes me want to go take a shower!

WATTERS: You can feel the tension in the building.   These two teams want to tear each other apart ... One team will have the satisfaction of tossing the other team from that scaffold!

CHANEY:  Sweaty Bling is now headed up the ladders joining Masked Bros up in the air on the plank.

WATTERS:  Look how comfortable The Pirate of Bling looks over there. He is hopping around and moving like his feet are on the ground.  I guess living on the plank is a pirate's way of life.

CHANEY:  I don't think being up that high on that scaffold is anyone's way of life, but he does look awful comfortable up there.  Even Tony Sweat is trying to find his footing.   Then you have poor Masked Wingman and he looks just terrified.

[DING!  DING!!  DING!!!]

[And the bell sounds as the assigned SCW official Skaggs stands down in the center of the ring looking up as the four men stand on the scaffold across from one another.  Masked Maniac still has a hold of that mop and he extends it out like a sword challenging the Pirate of the Bling.]

WATTERS:  What is going on?  It looks like the Masked Maniac is taking this walk the plank match to heart.

CHANEY:  Masked Maniac never half way's anything, Larry.   However, even Pirate of the Bling looks a little confused on this one.

[The Pirate of Bling holds his finger up telling Maniac to hold on one moment.  He turns and hightails it down the ladder ....  Tony Sweat is looking down at his partner yelling,

"Where are you going?  Let's get these scammers!"]

CHANEY:  I am not sure what Bling is doing.  I am not even sure it's legal to go down that ladder, but the referee is as confused as we are.

WATTERS:  He is going through something ... His entrance gear.

[Bling holds up a small wooden peg leg with a grin.  He then starts to head back up the stairs.]

CHANEY: Wait, what?  Why does he have _THAT_ with him at ring side? He has both of his legs!

CHANEY:  A pirate always comes prepared, Chaney.  Don't you know anything?

[The Pirate of Bling scales the ladder with ease and rejoins his partner and holds up the wooden peg leg and extends it accepting Masked Maniac's challenge.]

CHANEY:  Folks, this is something I thought I never would say calling a wrestling match, but I guess we are going to have ourselves a sword fight with a mop and a wooden leg.

WATTERS:  This thing may be over rather quickly.  You have to assume that the Pirate of the Bling is a master swashbuckler.

CHANEY:  I guess?  I have never really thought about it.

[... and Pirate of the Bling extends that wooden peg leg out like he is indeed a master swordsman.  He holds his left arm behind his back and he starts to dance across the scaffold with ease and grace.   Tony Sweat stands back behind his partner well sweating but cheering him on.]

WATTERS:  You were saying?

CHANEY:  I ... I just don't know what to say right now.

[The Masked Maniac not wanting to be out done extends the mop out like it's a master crafted sword.  He looks back at his partner and gives a thumbs up and begins to side step his way towards the middle to meet the Pirate of the Bling in a sword fight.]

CHANEY:  Folks, bare with me.   We have Masked Maniac and Pirate of Bling in the center of the scaffold they are now ... well sword fighting.

"__SMACK__"

"__THWAP__"

"__SMACK__"

"___THWAP__"

... That is the sound of a wooden mop smashing into a wooden peg leg. When we say anything can happen in the SCW, well we mean it!

[Mop vs wooden peg leg continue to clash as Tony cheers his partner on.  Maniac's mop is longer and he begins to back up the pirate.]

CHANEY:  It looks like Masked Maniac is starting to get the upper hand with the long extension of the mop handle.

[Bling looks to be on his heels and using that peg leg to keep Maniac at bay.  He then turns the wooden peg leg down to the scaffold and taps it down.   Maniac goes for the big clubbing blow, but Bling uses the peg leg to block and ---]


"___CRAAACCKKKKAAALLLAACCKKKAAA___"


[HOLY CRAP POP!]

CHANEY: THE MOP HANDLE BREAKS IN HALF!

WATTERS:  A pirate always has something up his sleeve!

CHANEY: It looks like that wooden peg leg is loaded somehow and it just shattered that map handle in half!

[Maniac's eyes grow wide as he tosses what's left of the mop to the side.  The Pirate of the Bling flashes a cocky pirate smile and lunges forward with a finishing blow with that loaded wooden peg leg, but Masked Maniac a master of retreat ducks under and crawls between the Pirate of the Bling's legs and pops up only to meet Tony Sweat head on!   Meanwhile, Pirate of the Bling is met with a the other masked man, The Masked Wingman with a kick in the stomach that sends wooden peg leg out of Bling's hand.]

CHANEY:  The sword fight is over and now we have a scaffold fight!

WATTERS:  I need some binoculars to really get a good clear view of this match.

[Maniac driving his fist into the side of Tony Sweat's head.  With each blow you can see the sweat spray out from the side of Tony's head.  Tony is wobbly and Maniac goes for a big KO punch, but slips ... slides ...]

CHANEY:  Maniac losing his traction.   We knew that being up that high in the air on that scaffold with Tony's sweat issue could cause the Masked Bros some issues.

WATTERS:  For maybe the first time in a match his sweat issue is an advantage, Chaney.  Let the guy have it!

[Sweat now on the attack and down goes Maniac.  Meanwhile, across the scaffold on the other side Bling is down on all fours crawling trying to get back on his feet and Wingman with one hand back holding onto the railing drives his big boot down into the side of Bling's head with a kick to the skull.   Another one ... a third.]

CHANEY:  You can tell underneath the silliness and games this has gotten personal.

WATTERS:  I don't blame Sweaty Bling.  I hate scammers myself!

[Tony now having the better of Maniac points at Masked Wingman and shouts - "Come at me bro!"]

CHANEY:  Tony Sweat is challenging the Masked Wingman, but Wingman isn't too keen on leaving the railing area of the scaffold.

WATTERS:  Let's just call him the Masked Chicken.

[Wingman uses that boot and shoves the Pirate of the bling backwards with it towards Tony Sweat.  Sweat looks down at his partner and helps him back to his feet.   He points towards Wingman, who is obviously terrified of heights and does not want to move from his comfort zone.

"Let's get the scammer!"

However, his partner stops Tony.  Bling turns the other way where the other masked man, Masked Maniac is making his way to his feet.   He points towards the smaller masked man and then the two men begin to move towards Maniac instead.]

CHANEY: This does not look good for Masked Maniac.  Both of Sweaty Bling are headed towards him.  The Masked Wingman hasn't moved from the railing area from the scaffold.   He is obviously a bit uncomfortable up on that scaffold.  Masked Maniac appears to be in some danger up there.

WATTERS:  This is going to be over quickly.

[Maniac fights valiantly for about 8 seconds before he is overwhelmed by both members of Sweaty Bling.  Tony slides behind the masked icon and holds him in a full nelson as the Pirate of the Bling begins to open up on the rib cage area of Maniac.]

CHANEY:  Sweaty Bling is working over Masked Maniac and the Wingman is trying to muster enough courage to walk across that scaffold to assist his partner.

WATTERS:  Maniac got himself into this mess.  He accepted the match and now he is being worked over by both members of Sweaty Bling.

CHANEY:  Big right hands by Bling ... CLOSE FOREARM SHOT!  Tony had to keep Maniac up after that shot.   This isn't a wrestling match folks. It was never intended to be with these stipulations.  It's a four man brawl high in the air until one unfortunate wrestlers falls from that scaffold.  Right now that may be Maniac.

WATTERS:  That will teach him from scamming us all.

[The Masked Wingman has now inched himself a few inches away from the railing.  The fans begin to cheer in support of the big man as he slowly steps towards his mentor getting pummeled and worked over by Sweaty Bling.]

CHANEY:  The Masked Wingman is starting to work his way towards his partner!

WATTERS:  Is it too late though?  By the time he gets there, his partner may be a pancake in that ring.


WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!

WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!

WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!   WINGMAN !!!


[Wingman drops down to his knees as he approaches the middle of the scaffold and starts to crawl keeping both hands on the floor now. Bling really working over Maniac now as Tony Sweat shouts - "Take that scammer!"]

CHANEY:  Wingman CRAWLING towards his mentor and partner!   He is overcoming his fear just to save his partner.

WATTERS:  By the time he gets there he is going to be too late. Nearly all Sweaty Bling needs to do is toss Maniac aside and off the scaffold.

[Wingman looks down and he stops in his tracks on the middle of the scaffold.  He is frozen in time.  Tony Sweat is now trying to toss Maniac aside, but he has grabbed a hold of the railing on the other side... He is holding on for dear life.]

CHANEY:  Masked Maniac is holding onto that railing!

WATTERS:  How fast do you think a masked goofball will fall?

[Wingman notices that his partner is holding on ... his fingers are slipping ....  He starts to crawl with desperation and he makes it towards Bling who meets him as he is getting there.  The two lock up in an elbow-collar-tie up on the scaffold as they try to position themselves.]

CHANEY: WINGMAN HAS MADE IT OVER!!!!

WATTERS:  Maniac is still in danger his fingers are slipping!

[... And Maniac does slip out of the sweaty lock by Tony Sweat and tight walks the side of the scaffold and drops down with a jawbreaker on Tony Sweat who stumbles around on the scaffold and now slipping around on his OWN sweat!]

CHANEY:  The tides are turning!  Tony Sweat just slipped and fallen onto the scaffold and it shakes causing Wingman to drop to his knees in that tie-up.

WATTERS:  Total chaos up there!

[Wingman uses his muscles and drops Bling down with him and pushes him chest first down on the scaffold.  He starts to push Bling off the Scaffold, but Bling is about as comfortable up there as if it's his own living room.  He locks his legs around the neck area of Wingman and his head hangs back a bit off the scaffold - "AHOY MATEY!]

CHANEY:  Some close calls up there!   Maniac was close to falling ... Tony was close ... Wingman was close ... Bling has been close!

WATTERS:  Look at Bling.  He is having a great time up there.

[The fans give a nervous pop as things are getting intense.]

CHANEY:  This hasn't been a glamorous match.   We were not sure what to expect in this one.  However, here we are four men fighting high in the air and one of those four men SOON will be falling off.

WATTERS:  If Wingman falls his heart may just fail mid way.

[Bling now grabs the arm of Wingman and has transitioned himself to safety with an armbar.]

CHANEY: Counter by Bling ...   Meanwhile, Tony just Knife-Edge-Chops across Maniac's chest!

"___THWAAAAAPPPP___"

[Not to be out done, Maniac rifles back and returns one of his own that echoes through the arena.]

"___WET THAAAAAPPPPAAAWAAAPPPAA___"

CHANEY: Both men are up in the air just chopping away at one another's chest.  They are stumbling around just firing back at one another.

"___THWAP!___"

"___THWAP!___"

"___THWAP!___"

"___THWAP!___"

"___THWAP!___"

WATTERS:  Back and forth!  This is insane!

[The fans are going ballistic for the trading of stiff chops between Tony Sweat and Masked Maniac.  Wingman has broken out of the arm lock ....  However, Tony who stumbled back towards his entrance railing notices that wooden peg leg from earlier sitting there for the taking. His eyes open wide and a smile forms across his lips.  He bends down and grabs the wooden loaded peg leg.]

CHANEY:  This isn't good ... Tony has that wooden peg leg!

WATTERS:  He is lining up ... He looks ready to do some damage as he points towards Manaic.

[...  The Masked Wingman sees Tony Sweat with that dangerous loaded wooden peg leg and charges with a clothesline.  Tony Sweat notices the charging Wingman at the last second and just as he is getting clobbered with that massive arm he tosses the weapon to his partner, the Pirate of Bling.]

CHANEY: Wingman just clobbered Sweat with a clothesline, but Bling now has the loaded peg leg!

WATTERS:  Maniac turns ...

[... The Pirate of Bling goes to drill the Masked Maniac with the weapon, but unexpected, Masked Maniac dodges with instincts of survival in a matrix like dodge.  He then grabs the head of the Pirate of the Bling and spikes him down with a DDT!]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


[FIIINNNIIISSSSHHHAAAA POP!]


CHANEY:  MANIAC SPIKE ON THE SCAFFOLD!

WATTERS:  How the heck!?!?!

[The Masked Maniac now picks up the loaded peg leg and he raises it in the air like it's the sword of excalibur to a roaring blood hungry crowd.]

CHANEY:  Masked Maniac now has that loaded wooden peg leg.   How many times am I going to have to say loaded wooden peg leg?

WATTERS:  More times than any of us should.

[The Masked Maniac points at his rival, The Pirate of the Bling and taps his shoes like he is waiting for Bling to get up and hit a homerun with it.]

CHANEY:  Tony Sweat with a thumb to Wingman's eye and a PUNCH to the throat.

"__THUD__"

WATTERS:  Just what this match needed ... A punch to the throat!

[... blinded and gasping for air, Wingman stumbles back and is in a dangerous place near the side of the scaffold.   His arms start to wave trying to grab a hold of anything and keep himself from falling and probably crapping his trunks.]

CHANEY:  WINGMAN IN TROUBLE!

[GASPING POP!]

[Maniac nails Tony Sweat in the ribs as he charges with that wooden peg leg.  Tony Sweat drops to his knees holding his ribs as Maniac turns and extends the wooden peg leg towards his protege and partner, the Masked Wingman. "Masked Bros before hos!"]

[SAVING POP!]

CHANEY:  WINGMAN HAS A HOLD OF THAT PEG LEG SAVING HIM FROM FALLING FROM THAT SCAFFOLD!

WATTERS:  I have to admit what a heads up move by Maniac.

[The Masked Wingman stumbles to his knees and grabs the scaffold praying and thanking the lord.   The Pirate of Bling is now on his feet and notices the chaos.  Tony Sweat is still on his hands and knees from that rib shot.  Bling takes off and uses his partners back and leaps off it hitting his knees into the Masked Maniac who turns just in time to receive it right to his chest.]

"___SMMMAAAACKKK___"


[OOOOOHHHHH NOOOOOO HEEL POP!]


CHANEY:  THERE GOES MANIAC ..... HE IS FALLING ....


"____THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD____"


[DING!  DING!!  DING!!!]


[The double knee to the chest hit Masked Maniac perfectly and sent him flying back and off the side of the scaffold.  The Pirate of the Bling landed just in front of the side and had a front row view of the masked ladies man fall from the scaffold and land on his back in the middle of the ring.]

CHANEY:  The referee, trainers, and a medic has been standing by and has quickly rushed in the ring to check on the Masked Maniac who hasn't moved yet.

WATTERS:  I have never seen a masked man fall like that!

[The Masked Wingman found enough courage to begin the quick climb down the ladder as the announcer, Aaron Buffington's voice is heard.]

BUFFINGTON:  The winner of the Walk the Plank match is the team of Tony Sweat and The Pirate of Bling,  SWEATY BLING.

[BOO's!!!]

[The Pirate of Bling raises his hands as Tony Sweat leans over and looks down at his rivals with a big grin on his face.]

CHANEY:  What a chaotic match.   There was a sword fight ... There were plenty of close calls.  That loaded wooden peg leg returned late in the match, but it was the Pirate of Bling who shined at the end with a double knee to the chest of Masked Maniac to send him to his doom.

WATTERS:  A thing of beauty, Chaney.



[Backstage we go and you see Caleb Foley standing in the middle of the hallway looking completely shocked. As the sweat comes down his chest he let's out a scream...]

FOLEY::  SCREWED BY SANTA! 

[Caleb just shakes his head in disbelief.]

FOLEY::  Never thought the day would come that Good Old Saint Nick would give me coal but I have always said to expect the unexpected. So PGJ probably thinks he outsmarted me. Congratulations PGJ as you proved to me that you can't beat me fair and square. You needed the help of someone. It was probably someone you hired off the streets. You knew in your hearts that I was the better wrestler.

[Caleb regains his composure as he continues to speak.]

FOLEY::  Pat ... I will be rooting for you to win the SCW LoneStar Heavyweight Championship not because you deserve it but because I want to be the man to dethrone you. So in order to do that I need to focus on the next task at hand a Ladder Match. Six individuals trying to grab the briefcase above the ring. Bodies will be flying all over the ring. Risks will be taken. Bumps and bruises will definitely happen. Maybe even an injury. You never know what to expect in a ladder match.

[Foley clears his throat.]

FOLEY::  Six men in a match is crazy but when you throw a ladder into the mix it is absolute chaos. A ladder can be very unforgiving. It is the wild card in the match. It has no alliance to anyone in the ring. The fans love it when someone gets struck by a ladder ... or the ladder gets pushed with people on top of it ... it maybe even be more exciting when the ladder is used for more force of a move like a frog splash onto a prone opponent on the ladder or a slingshot into it. 

[Caleb pauses for a moment as he takes a deep breathe in and slowly exhales.]

FOLEY::  I am already going into this match at a disadvantage having wrestled against PGJ. Four wrestlers will be completely refreshed and hungry looking to take someone out as quickly as possible. As the numbers dwindle inside the ring you have a better chance at grabbing that briefcase. This is going to be a match people talk about for a long time as it will set the standard for it. Alliances will be formed and broken in the blink of an eye. You better have eyes not only in the back of your head but also your peripheral vision better be on point.

[Caleb just shakes his head.]

FOLEY::  My night may not have started have I wanted it to but it will end with me standing on top of the ladder with the briefcase in my hand. No disrespect to Alfie Button, Tripp Skylark, Windham Brody, Johnny Psychotic, SAGWA or Sean Darring. They are all worthy of being the number one contender but I came to SCW for one reason and one reason only. I have said it since day one I came back to wrestling to be the GUY of the promotion. I want to accomplish the dream I had when I was a boy growing up. I will do anything in my power to leave Dallas, Texas with a briefcase in my hand. I wish everyone in this match the best of luck and may the best man win. Time for talking is over it is time to put up or shut up. 

No excuses. 

It is MY time to shine.

[Camera fades out with Caleb Foley walking down the hallway talking to himself.]



[The camera switches to show a view of them at the ringside announce table.]

CHANEY:  Caleb Foley is quick to repurpose himself for that ladder match later, Larry.

WATTERS:  Well after the battle he had in the opening match, I'm sure he better focus on something than to realize how bad he faltered against one of the greats in Pat Gordon.

CHANEY:  Well he has a lot of company in that match and it will be a fun one later on tonight.

WATTERS:  You can say that again! This isn't a game for sure!

CHANEY:  Games are a specialty of one of the wrestlers in the next match. Kid Chameleon is a widely-regarded gamer!

WATTERS:  And a pest!

CHANEY:  Pest?

WATTERS:  Have you been watching the same shows I have, Chaney?

CHANEY:  No need to get that way, Larry.

WATTERS:  I'm serious here! This guy has been sneak attacking the bigger guy because he can't win a fair fight. He pretended to be a camera guy and even one of our masked interviewers to get close to him.

CHANEY:  That is just part of the back and forth between them.

WATTERS:  Wrong! That is being a nuisance! And yet these peopel cheer the little gamer geek!

CHANEY:  They see him as the underdog and how Smith is taking advantage of kids to do the things he does.

WATTERS:  Oh please.

CHANEY:  Seriously!  Have you seen him do one charitable thing in SCW? One thing at all for the kids, Larry?

WATTERS:  He does everything he does for the kids! All of it!

CHANEY:  Oh give that a rest, Larry! The jig is up with this guy and now he has to face someone who is sick of his actions in the ring.

WATTERS:  Whatever. Don't cry to me when the little freak gets squashed in there.

CHANEY:  Let's find out! It is time for this next match and we will see what happens when they both finally get in that ring!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]




[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a special grudge match! Introducing first, hailing from the nearest playground and weighign in at just under four hundred pounds....here is....

            "B I G   K I D"

         C H R I S   S M I T H  ! ! !

[Alice Cooper’s "School's Out" blares out over our speakers in the SCW Arena and ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith, sporting a throwback vest to the days of Big Daddy in Britain, hops and skips his way down the aisle, applauding the audience, who do not return the favor.  6’6 and weighing close to 400lbs, it isn’t a pretty, athletic or convincing sight to see Smith hop down the aisle, but he’s deceptively fit.]

CHANEY:  This is so personal.

WATTERS:  And childish.

CHANEY:  What do you mean?

WATTERS:  What do I mean?  Did you hear Kid Chameleon’s comments moments ago or were you listening to Baby Shark again?  I mean...what planet is that guy on and who’s this?

THE MARK:  I'm Mark and I’m here to call Kid Chameleon’s moves because nobody else can.

CHANEY:  We really appreciate you joining us…

WATTERS:  Wait, who’s we?

CHANEY:  Nobody else knows…

WATTERS:  We don’t need a fanboy at the desk, Chaney.  I carry you anyway.

[Mr. Bungle’s  rendition of the Super Mario Bros theme means only one thing and that’s the World’s Greatest Gamer.]

BUFFINGTON:  FRESH FROM BOWSER’S CASTLE, DARK LAND, WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND FOUR POUNDS - NINTENDO’S NUMBER ONE, SEGA AMBASSADOR, X-BOX’S X-FACTOR, ‘THE PLAYER’... 

              K I D   C H A M E E E E L E O N  ! ! !

[As Kid Chameleon is exchanging high-fives with spectators on the right side of the aisle, ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith jumps the gun and nails his nemesis with a running forearm smash from behind, sending Sega’s Ambassador sprawling to the floor heavily.]

THE MARK:  NO!

WATTERS:  YES!  Don’t say a thing either, Eric.  Kid Chameleon has tormented Chris Smith for weeks, dressed up as The Informer and been responsible for Smith not being involved in the quarter-finals.

THE MARK:  No, he didn’t.

WATTERS:  Don’t be so naive.  In fact, you were probably in on it together.

.{Smith scoops Chameleon up and rams his head into one barricade and then does it to the other shortly thereafter.}

CHANEY:  Chris Smith certainly means business here.

WATTERS:  Why wouldn’t he?  Kid Chameleon has interfered in his BUSINESS and cost him BUSINESS by illegally removing his name from the hat in the so-called random draw.

THE MARK:  Ever heard of…

CHANEY: Snake eyes on the barricade and Chameleon is coughing.  Sorry, Mark…

THE MARK:  No problem.  Ever heard of innocent until proven guilty?

WATTERS:  Yes.  But, it’s blatantly obvious to anyone with a pair of brain cells that Kid Chameleon’s the culprit and I hope Chris makes him pay for his crimes tonight.

{Chris drags Chameleon down the aisle a couple of metres before taking a brief pitstop, whipping Chameleon into the left barricade.  As Kid rebounds back into Smith’s path ever so gratefully, Chris repeats the feat on the right side.  Kid is down and suffering the effects of this pre-match assault, the referee’s demands to get it in the ring once and for all falling on deaf ears, presumably because Smith, who may not be as daft as he makes out, knows fine well he can’t be disqualified at this juncture.}

CHANEY:  Smith seeks adulation that’s not coming his way anytime soon, and the referee is helpless in this situation, Larry.

WATTERS:  As is Chameleon.

THE MARK:  We’ll see about that.

{Chris leads Kid down the aisle so they’re in the ringside area and sends Chameleon into the edge of the ring with an Irish whip.  Again, Kid boomerangs back towards ‘Big Kid’ who shows off impressive strength, elevating KC up into the air with a gorilla press slam for seven, eight seconds until he suddenly drops Chameleon like a bag of unwanted clothes at the skip.}

CHANEY:  No remorse here.

{‘The Player’ nurses his back, which has taken some beating so far.}

WATTERS:  No, and there shouldn’t be.  Mark, you’re quiet over there?

THE MARK:  Don’t worry, I’ll start calling the moves you can’t when Kid comes back.

WATTERS:  You mean if, not when?

THE MARK:  When.

{Chris Smith rolls into the ring, joined by our designated official, who issues a warning and Chris predictably holds his hands up apologetically before ordering the referee to count.}

THE MARK:  Surely, this match should start - and here’s this word again - WHEN both of them are inside the ring?

WATTERS:  Not necessarily.

CHANEY:  I believe The Mark is right.  Is this another case of Shane Staggers being pushed around?  His performances at Rampage eight left a lot to be desired, and it looks like that has continued here at Showdown.

{8 is also the number Shane reaches when Smith stops the count, extracting boos from our capacity crowd and neither is Shane, confused and angry at BK’s pre-match antics, which have continued here.  Smith smiles and orders the referee to restart his count.}

WATTERS:  He’s actually doing Kid a favor.

CHANEY:  How do you figure?

WATTERS:  The match would’ve been over already.

THE MARK:  It was over before it started.

{1...2…}

WATTERS:  So, you’re giving up on your boy then?

{3...4…}

THE MARK:  I’m not saying that.

{5...6...Kid is slowly making his way to a vertical base, aided by the apron.}

WATTERS:  What are you saying?

{7...8…}

THE MARK: Look, he’s still in this.

{A grinning Smith grabs Chameleon, who is barely on his feet, and suplexes Kid Chameleon from the outside in, all damage done affecting the back once again.{

WATTERS:  You were saying?

{1...2...Kid kicks out!}

THE MARK:  He’s still in this.

{Smith stares at the referee, who waggles two fingers back in BK’s direction. Chris picks Kid up and whips him into the right set of the ropes, taking Chameleon down nicely with a drop toehold.}

WATTERS:  INCOMING!  If he hits this, it’s over…

CHANEY:  Smith misses with the BIG SPLASH!!

WATTERS:  It would have been over.

THE MARK:  But, it’s not.  Come on, Kid!

{At 5, the double down is squashed, Smith retreating to the left set of ropes with Chameleon directly opposite from him.  Chris sprints, well for him, only to eat a punch to the chest bone, a meaty left hook and a right hook that definitely wobbles his much larger opponent.}


THE MARK:  Gold Rush!


{A sharp right hand takes the near 400-pounder off his feet.}


WATTERS:  Wow.


THE MARK: Wait until you see what comes next.

{Chameleon wraps his hands tightly around their torso, akin to a Front Chancery, and delivers SEVENTEEN knees to the top of the head.  The crowd counts along with every single one and then cheers raucously as Smith appears to be out.  Kid is requested to report to a neutral corner as Staggs starts a very SLOW count.}

THE MARK:  Hell hath no Kid scorned like Hell Rush!  Two moves and the tide has turned.

{STAGGS:  ONE}

WATTERS:  Two moves?  You’re not counting the fifteen, sixteen…

{STAGGS:  TWO}

THE MARK:  Seventeen.

WATTERS:  Knees, the three punches and all of that individually?

{STAGGS:  THREE}

THE MARK:  No.

WATTERS:  Who is this guy?

{STAGGS:  FOUR.}

CHANEY:  The Ma…

THE MARK:  The guy they brought in because you don’t have a clue about Kid Chameleon’s repertoire.

{STAGGS:  FIVE}

WATTERS:  I don’t CARE about Kid Chameleon’s repertoire.

{STAGGS:  SIX - Sensing Smith, who ordinarily would have been counted out by this point, was ready to pop up, Chameleon closes the gap and STUNS Smith with a STUNNER!!!}

THE MARK:  Representin’ Jersey!  One...two ...close!  Hey Larry, what have you got to say now?

WATTERS:  Your mom.

{Chameleon continues the great handiwork with a stiff spinning backfist to the back of Smith’s neck before forming a baseball bat with his two hands, potentially KNOCKING Chris OUT again with an excellent enzui lariat.}

THE MARK:  Blazin’ Tornado.

CHANEY:  How do you know all this?

WATTERS:  He’s a freak.

{Kid applies a waistlock and ironically ‘belly bounces’ Smith, not causing that much distance in actual fact, before taking Smith down again with an enzui crossbody block.}

THE MARK:  Never scared - and Kid certainly isn’t.

WATTERS:  I am amazed right now.

CHANEY:  What at?

WATTERS:  This guy’s geekiness, how hard Chameleon hits.  I NEVER imagined he could hurt Chris Smith as badly as he has.  He’s HALF Smith’s size for a start.

THE MARK:  That’s why you never ever count him out, Larry.

CHANEY:  And Smith is really ROCKED after that.

THE MARK:  Tiger KNEE!  Sagat lives, baby, and Kid usually uses that when his opponent is tired and Smith is.  He’s on the ropes.

CHANEY:  Literally and figuratively, holding his chin.

{Kid takes Smith by the head, something Chris did plenty of pre-bout, and rams the back of Smith’s noggin into the top turnbuckle twice before swivelling Chris around in an instant, slamming Chris face-first into the middle turnbuckle.}

THE MARK:  Crow’s Nest.

{Kid gets a warning of his own, but the fans LOVE this next move.  Chameleon rakes Chris, again face-first, along ALL of the top rope and before the count of 5, rams Smith’s head into the middle turnbuckle on the left hand side, just seconds after doing it in the adjacent corner.}

CHANEY:  Outstanding offense.

THE MARK:  As always, and that is called Foul Play by the way.

WATTERS:  I hate to say it, but Foul Play is fair play here.

{Chameleon is up on the second rope in the corner and set to jump off it with a DDT in mind until Chris intercepts him with an outstretched paw.}

THE MARK:  NO, NO, NO!!!

WATTERS;  Never write Chris Smith off either…

CHANEY:  SCHOOL’S OUT…

{Chameleon slips out of his opponent’s defining vertical suplex side slam.}

THE MARK:  Kid’s out!!!

THE MARK:  DARKNESS SWORD!

CHANEY:  Will Kid’s superkick be enough to put Chris Smith to the sword?

{1...2...not this time! Chameleon is on the move, but he gets caught with a cracking clothesline, which gives Smith some time to shake those cobwebs loose.}

WATTERS:  What does he have in mind here?

{Smith starts by dragging Kid over to the ropes and choking him, breaking on Shane’s count of four.}

THE MARK:  Who cares?  Boring.

CHANEY:  Full body guillotine by a man of nearly four hundred pounds may or may not be boring, but it’s definitely brutal!

WATTERS:  Damn right, Chaney!

CHANEY:  Chris drags Kid Chameleon out of the ring, no respect shown there, and lifts him up...backbreaker out on the floor!  Both men are targeting the head and back, which is an interesting strategy, but who will win out?

WATTERS:  Smith.

THE MARK:  Kid.

CHANEY:  Let’s find out.

{Smith rolls Chameleon back into the ring and rejoins him, not interested in the official’s count at all.  Chris wants to win cleanly and decisively now, it seems.  However, he breaks another rule in the meantime, putting Chameleon’s head under the bottom rope and choking KC with size God-knows-what somewhere at four and a half during Shane’s count.  Smith takes a step back while Chameleon nurses his spine…}

CHANEY:  Seated Senton to the back!

WATTERS:  Yes!

CHANEY:  Make that two.

CHANEY:  Chameleon has shown remarkable resilience, but you can’t take too many of them.

{An Irish whip fires Chameleon west and as he returns dead centre, Smith has an earth-shuddering snap powerslam with the Sega Ambassador’s name on it.  1….2 ...2 and a half, which frustrates Smith, who smacks his big paw off the canvas.}

WATTERS:  You’re in control, Chris.

{A whip back the opposite way…}

CHANEY:  Big-time spinebuster and Smith got all of it!!!

WATTERS:  ONE...TWO….

THE MARK:  KID KICKS OUT!!!

WATTERS:  Oh, you’re awake, are you?

{Smith scrapes Chameleon, who is favouring his spine, up and whips him into the ropes, the gateway to a hard rebound forearm smash that sees Lara’s Boyfriend sink to his knees.}

CHANEY:  That was some shot.

{In control, Smith showcases his size and strength advantage with a serving of double Irish curse and can’t conceal his anger at Staggs, Chameleon and the world when his latest onslaught results in ‘just’ two and a half.}

WATTERS:  I will say this:  Chameleon has got incredible heart, they have both surprised me with the punishment they’ve taken, this is a physical affair.

THE MARK:  It always is.

WATTERS:  I thought Smith would be way too big…

THE MARK:  It’s not that.  Do I accept Chris is bigger and stronger?  Sure.  But, as you can see, Kid hits hard, especially for someone just over two hundred pounds.  It’s more of a mental barrier with Kid.  He has his moments against Smith, but because it’s so personal, I don’t know.  I can’t explain it myself and I know Kid as well as most people, in the ring, bar none, but it’s something in the mind, not body.

CHANEY:  Great insight by someone who knows Kid Chameleon better than ninety-nine percent of people watching or who’ve even been in the ring with him, but these two guys know each other well, don’t they?

THE MARK:  They should.

{Smith’s breather comes to an end; Chameleon appears there for the taking.  Chris lifts Kid up again…}

CHANEY:  School’s Out…

THE MARK:  Kid’s not going to give in.

CHANEY:  And, again, Chameleon has dug those heels in and planted his feet really well to avoid School’s out for the second time.  So, Smith changs tact with a rip cord!  Could that be it?

{1...2...and no, it’s not.}

WATTERS:  Chris is getting closer.

{Another whip sees Smith lower his head and pay the price on that one…}

THE MARK:  Machine gun knee lift!  

CHANEY:  Kid is back in it.

WATTERS:  Smith let himself down there.  I don’t know whether it was tiredness, but way too many people in professional wrestling lower their damn head too early and telegraph what’s coming.

{As soon as Smith rises to his feet, a roundhouse kick comes his way, stunning Chris considerably, which in turn allows Gouken’s 3rd disciple to slide through his long-term rival’s legs and execute Edge-o-Matic!}

THE MARK:  Judgment Call!

CHANEY:  And could it be Judgment Day for one Chris Smith? 

{1...2...NO!}

CHANEY:  So close.

WATTERS:  I know Mark said that it’s a mental thing for Chameleon, but he doesn’t allow these near-falls to affect him anywhere near as much as Smith.

{In fact, Kid is already on the move and again, perched on the second rope to score with a knee drop to the back.}

THE MARK:  Verdict’s in.

CHANEY:  And will that be enough?

WATTERS:  NO!  Close again though.  

CHANEY:  This match is ONE big move away from being over as the two Kids, Chameleon and Smith, throw everything at each other to settle the score at Showdown.

{The crowd stands up as Chameleon tries to lift Smith, including The Mark.}

THE MARK:  Kid Chameleon has never hit Chris Smith with the Mega Drive.  If he does...NO!

CHANEY:  Smith falls back onto Chameleon, too much weight!!!  One...two….

WATTERS:  Did he get it?

{Staggs shows two fingers to Smith, no, not in the way, and the crowd cheers while The Mark breathes a sigh of relief.}

WATTERS:  Was that the mental block?

THE MARK:  No, that time Larry, it was purely physical.  Chris Smith weighs four hundred pounds and with Kid’s back…

{Chameleon now has more to worry about that just his back; the spot, a carbon copy of Andre and Hogan at Wrestlemania III, has left Nintendo’s Number 1 in a heck of a state.  Can he recover or is time for School’s Out?}

CHANEY:  Chris tosses Chameleon out of the ring in frustration.

WATTERS:  Smith needs to keep his cool here.  He’s close to winning this, once again, but one major mistake, and we’ve seen some creep in for both men, could be the difference between bragging rights and regrets.

{Count reaches 8.  Chameleon is greeted by a lariat on the apron before Smith joins him in what could be a precarious predicament for ‘The Player.’}

WATTERS:  What does Smith have in mind?

THE MARK:  I know, unfortunately.

CHANEY:  Chris picks Kid up as if he were a kid, literally….CHOKESLAM on the apron!!!

WATTERS:  That’s it.  Surely.

CHANEY:  Not sure, Larry.  I think Smith wants to make sure once and for all.

{The Mark can’t watch as Smith hauls Kid Chameleon up for School’s Out.  Third time lucky?}

CHANEY:  Again, Chameleon is spared School’s Out by slipping out…

THE MARK AND LARRY WATTERS:  NO WAY!!

CHANEY:  Mark, call it.

THE MARK:  MEGA DRIVE!!!

{Kid’s patented take on the Michinoku Driver II, amazingly connects, but it has given The World’s Greatest Gamer extra jip with his back and he can’t execute the cover that would seal his first ever victory over nemesis, Chris Smith. The Mark is still standing up, praying and willing his close friend to find the inner strength to do what it takes to defeat Smith.}

CHANEY:  The Mark and the fans are firmly behind Kid, who is starting to stir…

THE MARK:  You can do it, Kid.

{The roar gets louder as Chameleon starts to crawl, his back clearly bothering him, but seemingly not enough to stop X-Box’s X-Factor from what would be an emotional triumph.}

THE MARK:  What the….?

CROWD:  BOO!

{Why?  The lights have just gone out as Chameleon was poised to make the cover.}

THE MARK:  NO WAY!

{Sirens start blaring out over the PA system and ‘Police Truck’ by The Dead Kennedys is accompanied by the sight of two uniformed officers standing at 6’6 and 6’9 respectively.}

THE MARK:  I don’t believe it!  It’s THE LAW!  What are those scumbags doing here?

{Strauss, the smaller of the two officers, sprints down the aisle and underneath the bottom rope, and as Kid Chameleon stands up, he is put in a hammerlock by Strauss, until Strauss can cuff Kid.  Brady steps over the top rope as the lights come back on and the referee, who seemingly knows Brady, extends his hand to his fellow lawman while Strauss puts Chameleon’s head through the ropes and rolls out to wait for him on the arena floor before dragging him up the aisle and out of Showdown, boos emanating from various sections of the building.  Our fans are clearly displeased with the cheap victory and tactics displayed by Chris and his cohorts, The Law.]

CHANEY:  Mark?

THE MARK:  I am speechless.

WATTERS:  Finally!  And no wonder.  What an ingenious insurance policy by ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith.

CHANEY:  That’s called cheating.

WATTERS:  Not if the referee is in on it.  And, after everything Kid Chameleon has pulled…

THE MARK:  Shut up, Larry!

WATTERS:  Or else?

{Brady instructs Shane Stagger to count Chameleon out.  Strauss walks Kid back up the ramp to a chorus of boos as the referee reaches ten and the bell sounds to signify another triumph for Smith in this long-running series.  Chris demands his hand be raised as the official word is read out.}

THE WINNER, VIA COUNTOUT, ‘BIG KID’ CHRIS SMITH!

THE MARK:  This is a disgrace and it demonstrates Chris Smith knew he couldn’t beat Kid Chameleon if this were already in place.  The dude doesn’t believe in himself…

WATTERS:  But, Chris Smith has beaten Kid Chameleon…

THE MARK:  BY CHEATING!  Not once has he done it without interference or shortcuts.  How about this?  Chris Smith has NEVER won a match against Kid and Kid’s unbeaten in this series.

WATTERS:  Don’t be ridiculous.  Where are you going?  Hightailing it out of here because your buddy hasn’t got what it takes?  Talk about a bad loser.

CHANEY:  Emotions are obviously running high.

WATTERS:  While sportsmanship is obviously running low.

[Chris demands his hand be raised again, which it is.  Brady smiles at him and is waiting to embrace Smith, once BKCS has left the squared circle, pleased with themselves that this back up plan paid off.]

CHANEY:  I cannot believe that Smith actually used bodyguards!

WATTERS:  Maybe they are just other guys sick of that little twit!



[The screen switches to the ringside announce table as they keep talking.]

CHANEY:  That was a disappointment there, and I hope that Kid Chameleon doesn't let that sit!

WATTERS:  Sit? The kid has been taken out! Game over man!

CHANEY:  He will be back and make Smith pay for what he did tonight.

WATTERS:  Whatever!

CHANEY:  Fans, the next internet pay-per-view coming up is going to be Bloody Sunday!

WATTERS:  That's right!

[The screen shows the following image...]




[They continue speaking as you see the image.]

CHANEY:  Sunday, March fifteenth in Corpus Christi, Texas! The SCW will present a night full of action!

WATTERS:  It is promising to be a great event, and I'm hoping blood gets spilled with a name like that!

CHANEY:  You never know, Larry! So make plans to join us that Sunday in March for some great SCW action and watch history unfold!

[The PPV logo fades quickly and the screen returns to show our announcers at ringside.]

WATTERS:  That is going to be one hell of a night for SCW!

CHANEY:  Well, fans, we hope you’ve enjoyed the action so far. We’ve got lots more coming your way, including Border Control versus the Trailer Park Assassins, the six man Top Contenders Ladder Match, the finals of the Lonestar Heavyweight Championship, and more! But first, the tag team titles are on the line as Las Preguntas defend against Davey-Boy O’Brien and Keegan in a Texas Tornado Grudge Match!

WATTERS:  And let me tell you, the grudge is strong in this one, Chaney. This all started when Davey-Boy O’Brien turned down an invitation from El Gringo Loco to join the Cartel. 

CHANEY:  Well we all saw Las Preguntas nearly end Davey-Boy’s career about a month ago on Rampage at the orders of El Gringo Loco. Don’t you think that’s a tad over the top just for not joining the Cartel? It seems petty to me. 

WATTERS:  Do you even know how cartels work, Chaney? El Gringo Loco is used to getting what he wants, and if he doesn’t get it, he takes it. Davey-Boy O’Brien disrespected him by not joining, Chaney. Besides, the Cartel was good enough for Davey-Boy to accept their gift. Why aren’t they good enough for him to join? 

CHANEY:  What do you suppose was in that box, anyway, Crusher? Do you have any idea?

WATTERS:  I don’t know, Chaney, but I saw that gold reflection when he opened it. It was just like that scene in Pulp Fiction! 

[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]



TORNADO TAG MATCH



[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

[The iconic saxophone tune of “Baker Street” by Gerry Rafferty echoes throughout the arena. Davey-Boy O’Brien and his mentor, Keegan, emerge from the entrance tunnel. They make their way down the ramp, tagging a few hands until they reach the ring stairs.]

BUFFINGTON:  This next match is a TEXAS TORNADO GRUDGE MATCH for the SCW LONESTAR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of thirty two stone and thirteen pounds, the challengers... 

First, from Newcastle, England... KEEGAN! 

And his partner, from the Journey’s End, Scotland... The Man with the Magic Moustache, the Scottish Terrier... DAVEY-BOY O’BRIEN!!!

[The crowd erupts into cheers for these two.]

WATTERS:  Lookit, Chaney, Keegan has his fists taped!

CHANEY:  Well, he did have his fingers broken at the hands of Alex Reyn the last time he wrestled.

WATTERS:  How many?

CHANEY:  Just about all of them. 

WATTERS:  Well, he’s gonna get them broken again tonight by Las Preguntas if he’s not careful! 

[When they reach the ring, Davey-Boy climbs the steps and wipes his feet on the apron before ducking into the ring. He hooks his leg over the top rope and twists his moustache while Keegan bounces off the ropes and throws some punches like a boxer would to loosen up for the match.]

CHANEY:  These two should have quite an interesting dynamic. Keegan is Davey-Boy’s mentor, so I would expect them to have some pretty good chemistry as a team. 

WATTERS:  But they’ve never wrestled together as a team, Chaney. Las Preguntas have and they’ve won tag team gold together more than once. Of course, none of that matters in a match like this, where there’s no count outs, no DQs, and no tagging in and out!

CHANEY:  And Keegan is definitely no stranger to that kind of an environment. He is a three time Fighting Zone Champion, after all. 

[The crowd boos as “Como, Cuando, y Porque” by Lorenzo Antonio, Junior brings out the tag team champions and their boss, El Gringo Loco. EGL is wearing both of the SCW Lonestar Tag Team Titles belts around his waist. The trio raise their arms and head to the ring.]

WATTERS:  And here come the SCW Lonestar Tag Team Champions, with the man himself, El Gringo Loco! 

BUFFINGTON:  And their opponents, at an estimated combined weight of 500 pounds... Led to the ring by the Boss of the Cartel, El Gringo Loco... They are the SCW Lonestar Tag Team Champions... Duda y Marca…


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CHANEY:  You know, for as long as these two have held the Lonestar Tag Team Titles here in Southwestern Championship Wrestling, we sure don’t know much about who they are, do we, Crusher?

WATTERS:  No, we don’t, Chaney. El Gringo Loco’s lips are sealed tighter than that old jar of pickles I found in your mom’s cupboard. How old is that thing, anyway, ten years? 

CHANEY:  No it’s - wait, what were you doing at my mom’s house?

WATTERS:  Well, Chaney, when a man and a woman... Hey, look at that old guy giving the business to Marca! What gives?

CHANEY:  That’s lucha libre legend Ringo “Hurricane” Cesar Sanchez! What’s he doing here, and what does he have to do with La Pregunta Marca?

RINGO:  Que haces con el? Creeme, no quieres tener nada que ver con el! 

EGL:  Callate! Dejar a mis hombres solos, Ringo!

RINGO:  Eres una meiuna, El Gringo Loco, una meiuna! 

[EGL ushers his team away from the lucha legend and toward the ring.]

WATTERS:  Well, that was odd. 

CHANEY:  I mean, it’s EGL. Lots of people hate him.

[The Newcastle native nudges his Scottish protégé, apparently a well-rehearsed routine unfolds as they roll out of the ring, causing El Gringo Loco, up front and center as usual, to scarper, but not before bellowing ‘MIRA’ at the top of his lungs.  It gives Marca and Duda some time to react, though Keegan gets the first big bomb in on the earmarked Marca with a beautiful right hook that startles Marca, who to his credit, holds the shot well before returning fire with his own and it descends into a fistfight between the two largest men in this tag team title tussle.]

CHANEY:   The referee is going to struggle trying to control this one.

WATTERS:   You sound surprised.  It’s a Texas Tornado Grudge match!

[Davey boots Duda to the gut and sticks the head on him with a good, old-fashioned Glasgow Kiss or Malcky as I like to call it.  Keegan and Marca are still dropping hand grenades on each other in the form of right hands.  Davey-Boy drags Duda towards the ring, finding a spot he likes and it appears the Scot has a wicked piledriver in mind, though we never find out as Marca, too fresh and fit in mind and body counters with an unforgiving back body drop.]

WATTERS:   I suppose you condone that, Chaney?

CHANEY:   You were the one who said it’s a Texas Tornado Grudge match.

WATTERS:   I’m pretty sure El Gringo Loco, the genius, came up with it.

CHANEY:   What part will he play tonight?

WATTERS:   One way or another, a crucial one.

[Keegan is getting the better of Marca with punches until Duda blindsides the British Bomber with a rock-hard right forearm to the back of the head, flooring the 3-time Fighting Zone franchise in the process.  At the moment, it’s evident that Keegan and Davey’s pre-match plans have backfired, both battlers down on the deck.  That in itself gives El Gringo Loco the confidence to reappear from the hole he’s been hiding in.]

WATTERS:   EGL picks his moments.

CHANEY:   He does.  Duda nails Davey Boy with two, three double axe handles to the back, capitalizing on the back body drop from moments ago.

WATTERS:   Marca’s making it look easy with Keegan too; HARD kick to the ribs.  What’s that song, Chaney?

CHANEY:   Which one?

WATTERS:   Take my breath away.  That’s what’s just happened to Keegan.

[Duda takes Davey towards the ring and rolls the Scottish Terrier in.  Marca is content on the outside as he mounts, Keegan, and pelts him with hard rights to the face.]

CHANEY:   Las Preguntas are really taking it to their challengers.

WATTERS:   They’re champions for a reason and with El Gringo Loco behind them, it’s going to take a special team, not these chumps, to take the titles away from Marca and Duda.

[Duda snap mares the Scotsman over and keeps him in position with a hard knee to the back before setting off, bouncing off the ropes and returning to perform a lovely rolling neck snap.]

WATTERS:   Perfect.

[Meanwhile, Marca executes an exquisite tilt- a-whirl headscissors on Keegan out on the floor.]

WATTERS:   I wonder if he enjoyed the ride.

CHANEY:   So far, Las Preguntas have taken Keegan and Davey-Bay O’Brien for one and look in fantastic form.

WATTERS:   This is a mismatch.

[A backbreaker by Duda to Davey further asserts the champions’ dominance and our head referee, the consistent and no-nonsense Barry Snider, is called into action for the first time to record barely a two, hardly surprising, given Duda’s arrogant cover, a lazy, lateral press with no hooked leg nor weight on the shoulders.]

CHANEY:   They’re not going to retain the titles that way, Larry.

WATTERS:   It’s early, Eric.  Keegan and Davey aren’t going to go down without a fight, but they will go down.

[Duda deposits Davey to the corner and takes his time, ushering several stiff shoulder thrusts, wearing the wee man out.  Marca rolls Keegan into the ring and Duda takes a moment away from Davey to choke Keegan, buying Marca some time to get up onto the apron.]

WATTERS:   Excellent teamwork by the champs and that’s the difference right there.

CHANEY:   It could be.

WATTERS:   Look out!

CHANEY:   Senton Atomico!

[Content with his partner’s handiwork, Duda reverts his focus back to O’Brien, who’s ready and waiting with a few rib-ticklers, but Duda takes a shortcut in the form of an eye poke, which he refers to as ‘Es lo que hay’ and in a match of this nature, in spite of Snider’s warning, ‘it is what it is’ and the tough official can’t actually do anything about it and Las Preguntas, no doubt well drilled by their boss, know it.]

MARCA:   Duda, venga.

[Duda brushed off Marca’s disapproval of his underhand tactics from time to time, he’s used to it by now and scoop slammed Special K, setting the veteran up for Marca, who is heading up to the top rope.  For a guy of 6’2 and 251 pounds, Marca is incredibly graceful and this is further testament to that with a gorgeous crossbody block-ed...until the Englishman plucked him out of the air and punished the error with a contemptuous fallaway slam.]

CHANEY:   Could that be a turning point?

WATTERS:   No.  Duda is there to cut him off with a right hand.  Watch out, Davey’s behind…

CHANEY:   What strength!  Deadlift German suplex.

[Keegan and Davey whip Las Preguntas into each other with Marca taking a bump through the ropes on the opposite side.  Keegan follows him outside while Davey stays with Duda.]

KEEGAN:   Don’t even think about it, you old goat.

WATTERS:   What is his problem?

CHANEY:   Keegan knows El Gringo Loco.

[Special K stares at the Mexican Mastermind.  Keegan takes the tape off his left wrist before wrapping it around Marca’s throat.]

WATTERS:   You do what you’ve got to do, I guess.  I can respect that.

CHANEY:   I’m sure Keegan’s pleased he has your approval.

[Duda, yet again, goes for Davey’s throat with a thrust and catches Keegan’s eye while K is still choking the life out of Marca.  It’s a mirror image in the squared circle, Duda deciding to follow suit and doing exactly the same to Davey after removing his own wrist tape.  It essentially devolved into a stare-off with both men not taking their eyes off one another.]

WATTERS:   Brilliant tactic by Duda.

[Larry’s line proved true, Keegan giving in and sliding into the ring, but Duda lets go of Davey to confront Keegan.  He slaps a front chancery and attempts a suplex, only for the mentor and experienced campaigner to slam the brakes on and deny Duda what he wants.  But, as Keegan lifts Duda to reverse the suplex into one of his own, Marca has reappeared on the apron and reaches in to drag his partner out of Keegan’s clutches and to safety in the form of the apron.]

CHANEY:   Suicide dive by Davey Boy on both of Las Preguntas and they’re right in front of us.

WATTERS:   Where did that come from?  

CHANEY:   Real bravery by Davey-Boy O’Brien.

[Three alternating European uppercuts and a discus forearm shiver comprised ‘A Square Go’ on Duda.  Keegan dropped Marca with a snap suplex on the floor, forcing Marca to tend to his spine.  Davey and Keegan line their two opponents up, a la the finale of Casino.  Davey climbs up onto the apron.]

CHANEY:   You can feel the anticipation building here as our fans rise to their collective feet.  Keegan picks Davey up into a gorilla press slam and drops Davey onto Marca and Duda for a heck of a splash!

WATTERS:   How did they learn to do that?

CHANEY:   They may not have teamed together, but they are wrestler and manager and are pulling out all the stops to win the Lonestar Tag Team titles.

WATTERS:   They’re going to have to.  And, this is where El Gringo Loco earns the big bucks, pesos…

[El Gringo Loco’s intention to take his cane to Keegan’s back is nipped in the bud when the Newcastle native turns around to face the schemer, who retreats instantaneously.]

WATTERS:   Duda’s there!  Sleeper!

CHANEY:   Buenas Noches, Irene on Keegan.  Davey punches Marca hard to the nose.  Oh, come on!

WATTERS:   What?  I didn’t see it.

CHANEY:   Judging by the boos, you must be the only one who didn’t.  And again...El Gringo Loco drives his cane into Keegan’s ribs as if Duda’s signature sleeper isn’t bad enough.

WATTERS:   All legal.

CHANEY:   Unfortunately, you’re right.

WATTERS:   You’ll learn one day.

[The Geordie Genius grimaces through a combination of the cane and Duda’s still-applied sleeper. The baton is being handed back to the champions as Marca let Davey have it two massive chops and a third one that forced the Wee Terrier back a pace or five.  Buoyed by his inroads, Marca darted towards Davey-Boy…]

CHANEY:   SPINEBUSTER ON THE FLOOR!!!

WATTERS:   Wow.  

CHANEY:   Amazing power by Davey and what impact to Marca, who’s in a world of hurt.

[El Gringo Loco orders Duda to drop Keegan, and he does what he’s told, to interrupt Davey’s cover on Marca, arriving in the nick of time to prevent surefire defeat.]

CHANEY:   That was close.

WATTERS:   Too close and that’s why EGL isn’t going to leave it to chance.

CHANEY:   Again, he uses that cane to dig it into Keegan’s right hand and look at the pain on Keegan’s face.

WATTERS:   Makes him even uglier.  Cameraman, you’re fired.

CHANEY:   EGL recalls that the last time Keegan fought, he had all of his fingers broken.  They have probably recovered…

WATTERS:   Or not.  Either way, that’ll hurt.

CHANEY:   Exactly.

[Duda picks Davey up like a child and throws him through the ropes and back into the ring - ironic given how he left the ring with the suicide dive.]

WATTERS:   Talk about going back where you came from.

[Duda gives Marca a tap on the shoulder.  Marca is still feeling the spinebuster on the ground, understandably, while Duda takes Keegan by the hand and drags him to the corner to ram the sore right paw into the ringpost.  Special K isn’t having the time of his life.  Marca is up on the apron ready to stick it to Davey with a springboard missile dropkick.]

CHANEY:   Great ring awareness by the diamond in the rough, Davey-Boy O’Brien, who took a step back at the last moment and now turns Marca over for a single leg Boston crab.

WATTERS:   No need to panic, Duda is on the scene.

[Before the hold can really, er, take hold, Duda’s about to rescue Marca, but Davey willingly gives up his seat, standing up to surprise Duda with a fantastic right hand - and another - to force Duda back into the north-western corner.  DBOB lines Duda up and times it perfectly to whip his man into Marca…]

CHANEY:   Great athleticism by Marca to get out of the way with a leapfrog.

WATTERS:   And thinking.

CHANEY:   Duda still hits the buckles sternum-first on the other side and now a great dropkick by Davey-Boy O’Brien which sends Marca into Duda for a double whammy!  And Marca is stumbling around...roll-up!  One...two….shoulder up!

WATTERS:   Whoah!  El Gringo Loco is sweating out there.  Get it together, Las Preguntas!

CHANEY:   Are you worried?

WATTERS:   No. HA!  Duda and Marca both tag Davey Boy at the same time.  Oh, here comes Keegan, the big hero and they kick him too.  Go get him.

CHANEY:   Double vertical suplex and beautifully done.

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CHANEY:   Davey has been forgotten about...big mistake.  A springboard European uppercut takes Duda out of the game.  Marca’s there to take the wind out of Davey’s sails with a whip, no, Davey turns the tables with a reverse elbow….Tornado DDT!!!

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CHANEY:   Duda saves Marca again.  But, wait, Keegan’s back in the game and gives Duda a Glasgow Kiss, like Davey did earlier, and a clothesline sends Duda out over the top rope and to the outside.

[Keegan steps through the ropes and as soon as he does, EGL flees the scene.  Keegan glares at the Mexican Mastermind, almost daring the manager of champions to make a move.  Anyway, Davey is revelling in the spotlight, showcasing his sensational strength with a spiral vertical suplex.]

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[No!  Marca doesn’t need any assistance on that occasion, exhibiting resilience.  Davey looks to build on his momentum, whipping Marca to the southern set of ropes, only to see Marca reverse it…]

CHANEY:   Rebound lariat from Davey takes Marca by surprise.

[Keegan is about to post Duda, but Duda slips out and pushes Special K into the steel instead.]

WATTERS:   Couldn’t have happened to a better guy.

[Duda winds Keegan’s right arm up and gnaws away at some of the fingers with a wristlock still intact.]

CHANEY:   That’s low.

WATTERS:   You do what it takes to win.

[Davey-Boy sprints towards Marca, only to eat a Super Patada!]

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[The superkick almost brings about a victory for the champions.  Keegan keeps Duda at bay with a left hand, given his right hand is in agony right now, and winds up for THE ORIGINAL five knuckle shuffle, which is a discus punch! On the inside, Marca is set to scramble Davey-Boy’s brains even further when Keegan, no longer distracted by Duda, senses this and slides in…]

CHANEY:   SPEAR BY KEEGAN!!!

WATTERS:   That’s not fair!  Two on one.

CHANEY:   You do what you have to win and it’s Texas Tornado Grudge match rules.

WATTERS:   Shut up, Chaney!  Where did he come from?!

[After taking out Marca for his partner, Keegan spies Davey-Boy getting to his feet. There’s a quick exchange of communication between the two United Kingdom wrestlers before Keegan stalks out of the ring after Duda who is stumbling around outside the ring while El Gringo Loco is trying to help stabilize him. Once Keegan reaches Duda though, EGL has no choice but to retreat to safer grounds as Duda gets pummeled by a rampaging Special K.]

WATTERS:  Run, Loco, run! 

CHANEY:  Well, while Keegan goes to work on La Pregunta Duda outside the ring, Davey-Boy has Marca right where he wants him:  in the ring, all to himself! 

[Meanwhile, back in the ring, Davey-Boy takes a couple stiff punches to Marca’s forehead. The blows are staggering to luchador due to the depth of the match. With Marca stunned, O’Brien reaches into his tights with his left hand. When his hand comes back out, the gleam of gold shines in Davey’s hand as he slides a pair of golden knucks onto his right hand. Marca takes a wild swing at Davey’s face, desperate to get himself back into this fight. Unfortunately, the wild attempt left him wide open to be scooped up into a fireman’s carry by Davey-Boy O’Brien! With Marca on his shoulders, Davey begins his Airplane Spin!]

CHANEY:  Great move by Davey-Boy O’Brien to use that airplane spin!

WATTERS:  But at this stage of the match, Chaney, he’s gotta be making himself dizzy, too. Heck, he’s making me dizzy just watching! 

CHANEY:  Good point, Crusher. We’ll have to see how that affects him, as well. 

[The crowd counts along as Davey-Boy completes five revolutions before releasing Marca back to his own feet. The masked luchador—who is clearly dazed—stumbles in a semi-circle before eating a haymaker to the chin from Davey-Boy’s gold knucks-reinforced right hand. The punch sends Marca spinning back into a faceplant to the canvas.]

WATTERS:  Look at that, Chaney, Davey-Boy just blatantly hit poor Marca with a pair of gold knucks! You can’t tell me that’s fair!

CHANEY:  No DQ, Crusher. Besides, we’ve seen similar from Las Preguntas. Turnabout is fair play! Hey, do you suppose those knucks were what was in that box from El Gringo Loco?

WATTERS:  Those have to be from El Gringo Loco look at that craftsmanship! Only the finest!

[With the crowd on their feet, Davey-Boy shoots the half and falls over Marca’s lifeless body. Barry Snider slides into position…]

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TWO!!
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THHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING! DING! DING!]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by pinfall and NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Southwestern Championship Wrestling Lonestar Tag Team Champions, DAVEY-BOY O’BRIEN AND KEEEEEEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAAN!

[Davey-Boy—at first—seems in disbelief. He has to double- and triple-check with Snider. As the head referee walks over to the ropes to retrieve their newly-won Tag titles, Davey-Boy O’Brien follows him like a terrier expecting a treat. Unfortunately, when Barry Snider goes to receive the titles from the timekeeper, EGL has taken them hostage. Barry Snider—the no-nonsense official that he is—has no issue getting out of the ring and having a tug-of-war with EGL over the titles. El Gringo Loco tries to keep Snider from taking the titles, but ultimately fails which gives way for a loud chant in favor of SCW’s head official Barry Snyder as he re-enters the ring!]

CROWD:  BARRY! BARRY! BARRY! BARRY! BARRY!

[Needless to say, once Barry Snider hands the titles off to the new Lonestar Tag Team Champions, the crowd really erupts. Keegan seems proud of the accomplishment but being a veteran is fairly reserved. Davey-Boy O’Brien—on the other hand—is on cloud nine and is already on the turnbuckle celebrating with his title held high on the air! Davey kisses the title then kisses his gold knucks which are—of course—still on his fist.

It takes him a moment, but Davey finally notices that Eric Chaney had entered the ring and is standing with Keegan. As he joins them, Chaney begins the interview.]

CHANEY:  Keegan and Davey-Boy, congratulations on your victory and becoming the new Southwestern Championship Wrestling Lonestar Tag Team Champions! Simple question, gentlemen:  how does it feel?

KEEGAN:  Eric, I’ll let Davey answer this one.

DAVEY-BOY O’BRIEN:  Chaney, this is validation! Muh ferst evuh championship! Ah may be a rookie in Southwestern Championship Wrestlin’, but Ah been bustin’ m’arse for years now. Even before Ah ever had a square go in an SCW ring, Ah wrestled in UKWF. Keegan was one ‘uv two men responsible for me bein’ ‘ere today. The other is Baz Jones; thanks both ye auld codgers!

[Davey glances over at Keegan who just laughs in response.]

DAVEY-BOY O’BRIEN:  Last, Ah would like t’ thank muh Ma for all of her love and support.

CHANEY:  I’m sure she will be proud of what you’ve accomplished tonight. So, Davey-Boy, if I can direct your attention to the screen, please walk us through the ending.

[As a replay of the ending displays on the new SCW tron, Davey-Boy begins to explain:]

DAVEY-BOY O’BRIEN:  Marca took a wild swing so Ah saw muh chance and took it. El Gringo Loco, Ah ‘ave only one question. Howssit feel to lose to your own gift?!

[While Davey brashly taunts by raising the gold knucks fist into the air, Keegan stands there with his hands on his hips, irritation evident on his face.]

KEEGAN:  You got those from him?

DAVEY-BOY O’BRIEN:  Aye.

KEEGAN:  We’re gonna have to have a little chat later, lad... 

[With that, Keegan exits the ring loosely followed by Davey-Boy O’Brien who is still kind of celebrating with the fans as he makes his way up the ramp still very conscious of Keegan’s disappointment.]

WATTERS:  Looks like the kid learned something afterall!

CHANEY:  Those have to be from El Gringo Loco look at that craftsmanship! Only the finest!



[As they speak, the vew switches to shwo them at ringside.]

WATTERS:  Stop assuming anything, Chaney!

CHANEY:  You make assumptions all the time like with our next match!

WATTERS:  What?

CHANEY:  Dylan Goyette.

WATTERS:  Oh give me a break! That kid is a spoiled brat.

CHANEY:  Why?

WATTERS:  The kid is Hopper's bastard son and he only has a job here because Chris is now the Commissioner.

CHANEY:  What does that matter?

WATTERS:  Really? Really, Chaney? Hopper gets a talent position here and suddenly his kid shows up in the front row picking fights with heel nation. You think that is a coincidence?

CHANEY:  He wasn't here for any of those things! He was here watching a show.

WATTERS:  Oh yeah (rolls eyes)

CHANEY:  He said so himself!

WATTERS:  Whatever. He came here just to screw with Michael Wilson's ascension up the ladder and he knew his Daddy would let him do it!

CHANEY:  That isn't fair at all. Anyone who was here that night saw Wilson pour gas on the fire and cost himself a match against Luscious Jasmine. And why? Because Goyette nearly broke a record for length of a World Title reign WIlson owned somewhere else? Tasteless!

WATTERS:  If Goyette had not been here, he wins that match easily. It is Goyette's fault and tonight he pays the piper!

CHANEY:  Why do you think he will be so overhwlemed.

WATTERS:  Because let's be honest, Wilson doesn't care! He's been ran out of places before and doesn't care if he gets ran out of here for beating th crap out of the boss' son!

CHANEY:  Let's just see if that happens! Let's take this back to the ring and see which man is truly better!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]

GRUDGE MATCH



[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a grudge match set for one fall! Introducing first... 

["Jungle" by X Ambassador blairs across the arena to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Michael Wilson emerges from the entrance tunnel with Harrison Daniels right behind him. He ignores the fans as he makes his way to the ring.]

BUFFINGTON:  Weighing in tonight at two hundred, twenty-seven pounds, hailing from Long Island, New York, he is the leader of the heel nation. Here is...

           M I C H A E L

                    W I L S O N  ! ! !

[Michael Wilson enters the ring and HD3 follows right behind him. He mounts his respective turnbuckle and looks around at the crowd before dropping down and stretching for the upcoming match. He walks around the ring and jaws at the crowd, pointing back to himself as the greatest. Daniels stands at center ring and just nods along. He snaps back and raises his arms to taunt the crowd, who give him heat right back.]

CHANEY:  These two are quickly becoming very disliked in SCW.

WATTERS:  I honestly don't think they are able to care any less about the feelings of the sheep in the stands, Chaney.

CHANEY:  I disagree, Larry. I think they want them to hate them as much as possible.

WATTERS:  Nah, you got it wrong. #heelnation is about not giving a rat's ass about anyone other than yourself and what YOU want in life. These people don't factor into that.

[Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.]

BUFFINGTON:  And his opponent...standing six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at two hundred, thirty-six pounds. Hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada. Here is

DYLAN GOYETTE!!!

[The lights go out as a voice is heard.]

VOICE:  I wish I could be...as cool as you!

[As the word "you" echoes, purple and gold laser lights begin to fill the arena as the voice of Kevin Rudolph is heard again, singing his hit song "Let it Rock".]

#Because when I arrive#
#I, I'll bring the fire#
#Make you come alive#
#I can take you higher#
#What this is, forgot?#
#I must now remind you#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock (heyyyyy!)#


***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!*******


[A MASSIVE explosion hits as the big screen lights up with a purple background, and a gold outline of a man dropping into a squatting flex pose. The song continues...]

#Because when I arrive#
#I, I'll bring the fire#
#Make you come alive#
#I can take you higher#
#What this is, forgot?#
#I must now remind you#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock#

[The screen shows the following words switching back and forth between purple background and gold letters and gold background with purple letters...


                     D Y L A N

                          G O Y E T T E   ! ! !


[The second verse of "Let it Rock" begins to be heard as Goyette walks out from behind the curtain. Dylan is wearing his purple tights that now have gold crosses on the legs. Dylan's hair is long and slicked back as he grins with excitement for the moment. Dylan shakes a little in anticipation and starts walking down the aisle.]

#Now the son's disgraced#
#He, who knew his father#
#When he cursed his name#
#Turned, and chased the dollar#

[Goyette walkS down the aisle, shaking hands with rans on both sides of the aisle.]

#But it broke his heart#
#So he stuck his middle finger#
#To the world#
#To the world#
#To the world#

[He reaches the ring area and walk around the ring, continuing to greet fans and stare toward his opponent and the stable-mate standign next to him.]

#And you take your time#
#And you stand in line#
#Well you'll get what's yours#
#I got mine#

[Dylan slides under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet, spinning in a circle with his arms out wide to celebrate with his fans.]

#Because when I arrive#
#I, I'll bring the fire#
#Make you come alive#
#I can take you higher#

[Goyette goes to the in the middle of the ring and drops into a squatting position and flexes as the pyro explodes behind him on the word "Rock."]

#What this is, forgot?#
#I must now remind you#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock#
#Just Let It Rock (rock!)#
#Let It Rock (rock!)#
#Let It Rock#
#Let It Rock...#
#Let It Rock...#

[As the music dies down, Goyette removes his entrance wear and readies himself in the corner for the start of the match.]

WATTERS:  The picture of entitlement right there.

CHANEY:  What do you mean, Larry?

WATTERS:  You know damn well that we have tried to get guys to not take forever getting to the ring and this kid took nearly an entire freaking song!

CHANEY:  It is his first match in several months, Larry.

WATTERS:  I don't care if it was the damn pope! The only reason he gets an entrance like that is Daddy allowed him to. He's an entitled little prick and I hope WIlson cleans his clock for him!

[DING! DING! DING!]

CHANEY:  This one is under way and you can tell just how much these two hate each other!

WATTERS:  When you have history, it doesn't take much to light a flame, that is for sure.

CHANEY:  Well you certainly have an opinion about these two.

WATTERS:  Of course I do. Wilson came up the hard way and Goyette is a little silver spoon that is about to get polished!

[Goyette and Wilson face each other and are just jawing. They start nodding at each other and without any real notice, begin throwing haymakers at each other. Each one grabbing the other with their left hand around the neck and the right hands swinging widely to hit the other in the side of the head. The crowd starts going bananas as they wail on each other.]

CHANEY:  AND THE HATE EXPLODES!!! THEY ARE JUST TEEING OFF ON EACH OTHER, LARRY!!!

WATTERS:  This is what happens when you go years dancing around each other and finally get within reach!

CHANEY:  This is a lot of punishment in a short period. Is this as damaging as it looks?

WATTERS:  Could be more as you aren't really aiming well at this point, just going nuts on the other guy.

[Goyette, due to being slightly larger, gets the upper hand and hits a couple of consecutive shots before yanking down on Wilson's neck and driving his head into his lifting knee, sending Wilson flying backward to the mat as the fans cheer louder.]

CHANEY:  Goyette manages to land a big knee lift and Wilson is down! The fans are loving this!

WATTERS:  The kid has a slight size advantage, that can work wonders for you in the ring!

[Goyette pumps both fists as the crowd cheers. Dylan runs toward Wilson and leaps into a sliding dropkick that nails Wilson right on the chin and knocks him back under the rope and into the corner.]

CHANEY:  Goyette stays on the attack and nails a solid dropkick.

WATTERS:  It wasn't pretty, but can be just as effective. Some of the ugliest moves I ever saw caused the most damage.

CHANEY:  Any of them yours?

WATTERS:  I never worried about how I looked when doing things, just whether or not the other guy was laid out.

[Dylan continues the movement through to the outside and starts chasing after Harrison Daniels, who quickly takes off away from the fired-up second generation star. Goyette gets back in the ring and pulls Wilson to his feet in the corner. He sets him up for an Irish Whip, but then drops him with a sudden short-arm lariat.]

CHANEY:  Goyette going old school with a short-arm lariat there! This kid hasn't missed a beat in his time away.

WATTERS:  We will see if he stays that way after some more shots to the head. COncussions are funny things that way.

CHANEY:  I'm betting you have some experience there.

WATTERS:  I have given and received them. They are a pain in the ass!

[Dylan pulls Wilson up again, but Wilson attempts to throw a punch that connects in the abdomen, but Goyette no sells it and spins around to hit a spinning elbow strike to the side of Michael's head, dropping him to the mat again as the crowd cheers.]

CHANEY:  DYLAN GOYETTE A HOUSE OF FIRE AS HE DROPS WILSON AGAIN!!!

WATTERS:  That is one of the nastiest strikes I have seen in the ring for awhile! I'm not sure it is a hundred percent legal either!

CHANEY:  It wasn't a closed fist, was it?

WATTERS:  No, but the blurring between mixed martial arts and professional wrestling should expand what is allowed and not allowed.

[Referee Shane Staggs immediately steps in and checks Wilson's eye after the elbow strike and also gave a closed fist warning to Goyette, more because of the strike itself than the use of a fist. "This isn't MMA" yelled Staggs. Dylan shrugs it off and plants a boot into Wilson's shoulder as he haunched down on one knee.]

CHANEY:  Goyette is defending himself to the referee.

WATTERS:  It is obvious Staggs agreed with where I'm at on this issue. I knew I liked that kid.

CHANEY:  Regardless, Dylan Goyette has control and Michael Wilson is getting more than he bargained for thus far!

WATTERS:  Wilson is a closer. He's a gamer. Don't count him out.

["This is personal so butt out." Goyette yells at the referee before turning back around and receiving a finger in each eye courtesy of Wilson. The fans start booing as Wilson follows it up with a kick to the right knee that drops Goyette down to a kneeling position.]

CHANEY:  WILSON TAKES ADVANTAGE WITH A CHEAP SHOT!!!

WATTERS:  What should he do? Wait for the prince to finish yapping and then allow him to hit him again? He did what was necessary to gain control from the entitled punk!

CHANEY:  Wilson tried to blind him and now has tried to injure him.

WATTERS:  Says the guy defending an illegal elbow strike!

[Wilson stands up and holds his arms out, both taunting the crowd and preparing for his assault, and then grabs Goyette to drop him with a snap DDT in the center of the ring. The impact caused Dylan's legs to fly over as he flipped over completely due to the move.]

CHANEY:  NASTY DDT BY WILSON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!

WATTERS:  He literally snapped him over with that one! Wow!

CHANEY:  Wilson has seized the moment, I must admit that.

WATTERS:  And when he seizes a moment, he seizes the entire match!

[Wilson kips up and gets congrats from his running buddy on the outside of the ring. He then pulls Goyette to his feet and grabs him by the side of the head. Wilson begins driving knees to the ribs of the taller man over and over until Dylan's back hits the turnbuckles.]

CHANEY:  Michael Wilson driving those knees over and over! Goyette has no defense right now!

WATTERS:  That is the experience factor! Wilson has been at this longer than this little punk! It shows in this exchange for sure!

CHANEY:  But Goyette has been in the ring for more than a half decade now.

WATTERS:  DOESN'T MATTER!!! Wilson still has the experience edge and experience counts!

[Wilson, with a sly grin on his face, sets up to whip Dylan across the ring, but Goyette reverses it. Wilson rebounds off the ropes as Goyette rushes for a spear, only for Wilson to think fast and leap to get his knees up and drive Dylan's face into those knees and send him flipping back to the canvas again.]

CHANEY:  CODEBREAKER TO COUNTER THE SPEAR!!!  Wilson in utter control now!

WATTERS:  Goyette thought his size could reverse that, but Wilson has an answer for everything!

CHANEY:  That was quite a shocking reversal on both side there and now Dylan Goyette is in serious trouble.

WATTERS:  I will say it again for those either too deaf to hear or too dumb to catch it the first time....experience counts!

[Wilson gets up a little slow, but still fast enough, and he goes to the corner and slides through the ropes and then climbs up the outside of the corner. He perches on the top rope and just looks down on Dylan, who has rolled over and is still trying to shake the cobwebs out.]

CHANEY:  Wilson in the corner on the top turnbuckle. He is taking a lot of time perching there. No way he pulls something this crazy now, right?

WATTERS:  Wilson is the kind of guy that literally does whatever he wants!

[Wilson finally leaps into the air and connects with a picture-perfect elbow drop from the top rope. The fans erupt in boos.]

CHANEY:  FLYING ELBOW DROP BY MICHAEL WILSON!!!

WATTERS:  THAT WAS PERFECT!!! The Pin!

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THHHHHRRRRRR...........................NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

CHANEY:  DYLAN GOYETTE SURVIVES AT THE LAST SECOND!!!

WATTERS:  Wilson has a case to be upset there! I truly think Staggs was a tad slow on those counts.

CHANEY:  He wasn't at all. Even Wilson has to realize that.

WATTERS:  Never doubt the length people will go to shade against those who think for themselves, Chaney!

[Wilson gets to his feet and shakes his head at Referee Shane Staggs, but never takes his eyes off his prey. He reaches down and pulls Wilson to his feet only to grab him quickly and lift him for a German Suplex.]

CHANEY:  Wilson with a German Suplex and he is almost mechanical now in his approach!

WATTERS:  Michael Wilson in his true form has not been seen in years and this SCW run has been a revival of who he really is.

CHANEY:  You are saying that he phoned it in elsewhere?

WATTERS:  I don't know if you can say that, but for whatever reason he has a fire lit under his ass here and it shows.

[Wilson is getting a tad confidant now as he gets to his feet and holds his arms out again. The "asshole!" chant is filling the arena as he simply nods his head to the public watching the match. He steps through the rope and perches on the ring apron, holding onto the top rope and just waiting for Goyette to get to his feet.]

CHANEY:  Wilson just standing there and waiting for the perfect shot.

WATTERS:  He's a machine that won't stop until the little prince is finally put down for good!

CHANEY:  Easier said than done, Larry.

WATTERS:  Not from where I'm sitting! Wilson has dominated this one so far!

[The fans begin chanting Goyette's name as the second-generation star gets to the ropes and begins to pull himself up. The moment he turns around, Wilson pulls on the top rope and leaps up, landing his feet on that top rope and using it to propel himself into the air for a springboard forearm attack. Goyette falls down almost immediately and while not hit directly is grazed by it.]

CHANEY:  FLYING FOREARM BY WILSON THAT HITS JUST ENOUGH TO DROP GOYETTE!!!

WATTERS:  Been awhile since he pulled that one out and yet it still was nearly flush! Had Goyette not regressed and fell, that would have been devastating!

CHANEY:  That couldn't have been planned for.

WATTERS:  Well that is true as he cannot foresee just how much damage he had already caused before trying that move.

[Wilson is again playing to the crowd and soaking up their hatred with a proverbial spoon. He points to the corner adjacent to where Dylan is on the mat and nods after approval is given outside by Harrison Daniels III. He climbs the corner deliberately and Dylan is still not moving much at all.]

CHANEY:  Wilson wants to climb the corner again and Harrison Daniels is giddy at the prospect!

WATTERS:  Heelnation knows what it is doing. They are in lockstep!

CHANEY:  If only that worked earlier against Bedlam.

WATTERS:  We won't be discussing that travesty, Chaney.

[After steadying himself, he leaps into the air with a frog splash leap, however at the same time, Goyette does a kip up of his own and it is timed to perfection to allow him to throw a European Uppercut that connects with the face of Wilson. Wilson contorts and land awkwardly and Dylan holds his elbow after being sent back to the mat on the impact.]

CHANEY:  GOYETTE KIPS UP AND HITS A MODIFIED EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ON A PRONE WILSON!!!  BOTH MEN DOWN!!!

WATTERS:  I cannot believe what I just saw!

CHANEY:  Experience may count, Larry, but youth just served up a wallop and a half right there!

WATTERS:  Wilson had no defense. You take to the air you kind of put yourself at jeopardy.

CHANEY:  He left himself open and Goyette did what needed to be done.

WATTERS:  And may have jacked his shoulder and elbow up in the process! Sometimes great hits take their toll on both men!

[Both men are down, but the referee isn't bothering with a count. This match deserves an actual winner. The two men slowly work themselves to their feet, pulling on the ropes all the way up. Finally they get to their feet and Wilson rushes over and plants a boot in the midsection to keep control. He sets up for an Irish Whip, but Goyette reverses it into the corner and the impact is so hard that Wilson flips over the top turnbuckle and onto the arena floor as the crowd goes nuts.]

CHANEY:  GOYETTE WHIPS WILSON RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!!!  WHAT FORCE!!!

WATTERS:  The kid is a little bigger and stronger than Wilson, but the momentum is the real key to that exchange.

CHANEY:  If anything good came of that for Wilson it is falling near Daniels' feet at ringside.

WATTERS:  It is always nice to have a friend there to back you up in the worst moments.

CHANEY:  Friends make the world go round, Larry. You would know if you had any.

WATTERS:  I have plenty of friends. You haven't met them because they think you are a pathetic excuse for a human being!

[Harrison Daniels III rushes over to help his friend and also act as a bodyguard of sorts. Goyette is in the ring watching them and turns to the fans and they give him a raucous round of applause. Daniels reaches to pull Wilson to his feet, but in the same moment, Goyette has rebounded off the ropes and took off in a spring toward the ropes. He leaps over the top rope and lands on both men with a plancha, taking all three men down outside the ring.]

CHANEY:  GOYETTE TAKES TO THE AIR AND TAKES HEELNATION OUT AT RINGSIDE!!!

WATTERS:  That was a major risk for a guy whoa already has taken punishment!

CHANEY:  It worked! High risk sometimes means high reward and right now Dylan Goyette has control over both members of heelnation!

WATTERS:  The key words there are "right now."

[Daniels immediately is grabbing at his knee and seems hobbled in a bad way as he is pulling himself up by the guard railing. Wilson took the brunt of that plancha as Goyette is pulling himself up by the ring apron. Dylan looks over and smiles at one of the fans.]

CHANEY:  Goyette is eating up the fans' involvement in this match.

WATTERS:  Stupid sheep!

CHANEY:  Oh get over it, Larry! This is why we do this!

WATTERS:  No, THIS is not why we do this. THIS should be illegal!

[He steps over and takes a steel chair from the hands of one of the ringside fans and tells them thanks. He then turns and takes a massive step to whack a now standing Wilson with it, but Michael ducks out of the way and the chair literally gets hung around Daniels' neck as he drops to the floor.]

CHANEY:  GOYETTE GETS A CHAIR FROM A RINGSIDE FAN AND DRILLS DANIELS WITH IT!!!

WATTERS:  Well admittedly, Daniels wasn't the target, but he took one for the team.

CHANEY:  Harrison Daniels is out cold now and Wilson escaped a major attack there.

WATTERS:  Wilson is an extreme opportunist in every aspect!

[Goyette doesn't stop to fret over what just happened. He grabs Wilson from the side and throws him into the ring steps as hard as he can, knocking the top section off of them. As Wilson rolls over, we see him bleeding from above his right eye and the fans erupt in cheers.]

CHANEY:  WILSON IS CUT!!!  WILSON IS CUT!!!

WATTERS:  This match should be over, but the referee isn't counting or doing ANYTHING about the use of foreign objects, and all done by GOYETTE!

CHANEY:  Shane Staggs wants this match to end in the ring and with a true result. This deserves a true finish.

WATTERS:  And so they plan to let Goyette use all manners of illegal behavior to get a win? That is wrong!

[Dylan reaches to pull Wilson up, but Michael counters with a low blow to the "nether regions." The fans blast him with heat for the cheating move. Wilson grabs Dylan's head and starts driving it over and over into the bottom section of ring steps.]

CHANEY:  LOW BLOW FROM WILSON LEADS TO A SERIES OF HEAD SHOTS INTO THOSE STEPS BY WILSON!!

WATTERS:  The man has had enough and will fight fire with fire!

CHANEY:  Not sure that is exactly what happened there.

WATTERS:  Sure it is! And he keeps planting that little punk's head into those bottom steps. I love that noise!

[After several of those shots, Wilson pulls Goyette's head up and slams it into the ring post. Then he grabs him by the hair and tights, spinning him around and whipping him into the ring under the bottom rope, following him by sliding under the ropes.]

CHANEY:  Both men back in the ring now as Wilson wants to win this.

WATTERS:  That is the whole point. The kid may be after doling out a beating, but Wilson is true to his purpose - gaining a victory in the squared circle.

CHANEY:  Both of these men doing their best to achieve that goal in there.

WATTERS:  Yeah, whatever. Wilson never got hold of a chair.

[The two men struggle to get to their feet and Wilson is way ahead in that race. Finally Wilson gets to his feet and yanks Goyette into the corner, delivering a set of elbow strikes to the head, one of which connects just right to bring a cut to the left eye of Goyette.]

CHANEY:  GOYETTE IS BUSTED OPEN NOW!!! HE IS BLEEDING IN THERE!!!

WATTERS:  In an age where blood isn't seen as much, this has turned a little nasty in there.

CHANEY:  Well like you said, they have hated each other a LONG time!

WATTERS:  I did make a good point there. Thanks for the reminder!

[Wilson sets up for an Irish Whip and sends Dylan across the way, but Goyette leaps to the second rope with his left foot and the top rope with his right and propels himself back with a spinning kick that connects on a charging WIlson perfectly.]

CHANEY:  GOYETTE NAILED THE SHOWTIME KICK!!! Wilson is out and he hooks a leg!

WATTERS:  Is that even legal?

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THHHHHRRRRRR...........................WILSON KICKS OUT!!!

CHANEY:  WILSON MANAGES TO SURVIVE THE SHOWTIME KICK THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!

WATTERS:  The punk used every last ounce he had to nail it though. Look how out of it he looks in there.

CHANEY:  Both men are still down now, Larry, they BOTH look like hell now!

WATTERS:  Someone notify the ring crew they need a little cleanup down here post match!

[Both men are still down after the near fall. Dylan is reaching for the ropes and showing the fire to get to his feet as Wilson is still woozy after the showtime kick. Goyette gets to his feet first and stumbles over toward Wilson, dropping a leg drop over the back of his neck.]

CHANEY:  A legdrop from Goyette, but all it did was keep Wilson down.

WATTERS:  That looked weak compared to other offense, but both men are so beaten down that it still had effect.

CHANEY:  Goyette still trying everything he can to finish this one off.

WATTERS:  Until he gets Wilson turned over and holds him down for a three count, nothing is even close to done here.

[Goyette gets up and grabs the feet of Wilson, and locks on a sharpshooter submission hold. He cranks back on it and Wilson is feeling the pain, his face contorting in a nasty way as he yells out. The fans are cheering this offense at a loud clip.]

CHANEY:  CHILL FACTOR!!!  HE LOCKED ON THE CHILL FACTOR!!!

WATTERS:  Wilson is fighting the pain as his legs are being twisted up pretty good there.

CHANEY:  Goyette's father perfected this hold years ago and now his son is using it to try and finish off Wilson!

WATTERS:  He's trying, but not getting the tap out yet!

CHANEY:  How much can Wilson take after all of this action?

WATTERS:  He can handle a lot of pain, we know his history!

[Wilson strains and strains and just seems to miss grabbing the bottom rope. Referee Shane Staggs is watching intently and asking Wilson if he gives up. Goyette is yelling out though his blood-soaked face that there is "No shame in quitting" to Wilson.]

CHANEY:  Both men bleeding and beaten down! Can Goyette finish off Wilson here tonight!  He keeps wrenching it over and over!

WATTERS:  Wilson isn't giving up no matter how many times Staggs asks!

CHANEY:  Michael Wilson continues to miss that bottom rope and he is very close.

WATTERS:  Come on, you son of a bitch!

[Wilson finally manages to grab the bottom rope and Goyette holds on for a couple of extra counts before letting go of the legs and allowing them to crumple to the canvas in front of him. He turns to the referee and nods.]

CHANEY:  Goyette has finally broken the hold.

WATTERS:  And where was the complaint about extra time there, Chaney? The referee started counting there to force the break!

CHANEY:  Like you have said, Larry, lots of hatred here.

WATTERS:  The kid is a little asshole version of his Dad. There, I said it.

[Goyette pulls Wilson up and holds him in DDT position as he steps them both back to the middle of the ring. Dylan has a confidant smile as he nods to the fans cheering him on. Suddenly Wilson jerks his head out of the hold and grabs Dylan's head, dropping him straight down with his cutter variation.]

CHANEY:  GREATNESS TO REALITY!!!  GTR!!!

WATTERS:  HE NAILED IT!!!

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CHANEY:  WILSON DID IT!!!  HE WON THE MATCH!!!

WATTERS:  I told you WIlson was the better man, Chaney! Now do you believe me?

CHANEY:  What a finish as nobody expected Wilson to snap out like that!

WATTERS:  Michael Wilson is a closer. If you don't know this, you haven't been watching for long!

[Wilson sits up and raises both arms as the crowd boos. Goyette is not moving and Referee Staggs is checking on him as Michael slowly pulls himself up by the ropes.]

CHANEY:  The referee is checking on Goyette, but WIison is giving that evil grin as he sits next to his fallen opponent!

WATTERS:  The guy KNOWS he is the man. Right there is a man worthy of the top title!

CHANEY:  You mean instead of Darring or Gordon?

WATTERS:  I'm telling you right now that I doubt either would want a real match with Michael Wilson right now. If they were honest with themselves.

[Michael Wilson leans on the ropes, but holds his arms high and yelling "I told you so" over and over as the fans boos him mercilessly.]

CHANEY:  Wilson back to himself as he taunts the fans. What arrogance!

WATTERS:  It isn't bragging if you can back it up and tonight he backed it up in truckloads!

CHANEY:  Wilson with a huge win, that is for sure.

WATTERS:  In Heel We Trust!

[The screen cuts away.]



[Steve Blaine holds a microphone in front of the SCW backdrop with El Gringo Loco next to him, and Pat Gordon, Junior on the other side of EGL. Gordon and Loco look to be in better spirits than they were on Free For All. Pat Gordon, Junior is carrying his “It’s in the Bag” duffel bag (available for the affordable price of $29.95 in the SCW Shop at scw.fwrestling.com!) over his shoulder.]

BLAINE:  I’m standing here with El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior. Earlier tonight, Pat Gordon, Junior, you picked up a controversial victory to earn a spot in the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Championship tournament final. We all know tonight’s rules: no managers at ringside, and anyone who interferes in the semi-final or final matches will be suspended for sixty days. Who was that Santa Claus, and does he have anything to do with the Cartel?

[El Gringo Loco swoops in to answer.]

EGL:  We don’t know anything about any Santa Claus, Steven Blaine. We don’t have anything to do with that. What we do have to do with is the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Title tournament final later tonight against Sean Darring, and let me tell you, Patricio Gordon is looking forward to getting his hands on him!

PGJR:  That’s right, Blaine. It wasn’t that long ago that Sean Darring, the so-called ‘Legend,’ pulled off the upset of the century and walked away with a fluke victory over me to win our group, the Group of Death. 

EGL:  Grupe de la muerte! 

PGJR:  And now, here he is, my opponent in the finals. Isn’t that just peachy?

Well, Darring, I gotta hand it to you, you fought hard out there. Heck, I’ll admit it, you were better than I expected... Way better. But that’s still all it was, a fluke. Look at how everything turned out, Darring. Despite you beating me, I’m still here. You think you’re better than me? You think you’re gonna be the first ever Lonestar Heavyweight Champion in SCW? Well, I’ve been praying for this very opportunity to surface, the opportunity to go out there and prove that I can be better than you when it counts the most, when all the chips are on the line. 

I’m a world class wrestler. It doesn’t matter that El Gringo Loco can’t be out there to see me do it, and I proved that earlier against Caleb Foley.

Like I said way back at the start, I’ve already won this tournament. 

[Pat Gordon, Junior points at the writing on his black duffel bag.]

PGJR:  It’s in the bag! 

[Pat Gordon, Junior and El Gringo Loco laugh as they walk off.]

BLAINE:  Back to you, Chaney and Crusher!

[The screen cuts away.]



[The view goes back to the ringside announce team.]

CHANEY:  Pat Gordon Junior is full of confidence!

WATTERS:  As he should be! He and Darring are perhaps the most evenly matched title match in history! This is like Ali versus Foreman in the squared circle!

CHANEY:  That main event is still to come as we just witnessed Michael Wilson defeat Dylan Goyette.

WATTERS:  I'm sure the boss is back there weeping in his beer!

CHANEY:  That pains you doesn't it?

WATTERS:  Oh yeah! (laughs)

CHANEY:  An amazing effort by both men and Wilson now seems like he could be a contender.

WATTERS:  He always has been. If he had been in any other group, we might be seeing HIM in the main event tonight!

CHANEY:  Well his time on that level will come, I'm sure after seeing this display!

WATTERS:  He's the real deal!

CHANEY:  Well we have reached the moment where Border Control is about to come out and I have been asked to say that some of the things Lexi Darlington may say or do are not necessarily the views of SCW or any of the companies that contract with us.

WATTERS:  Are you serious?

CHANEY:  She is quite...uh....engaging with her views.

WATTERS:  She has a right to them and to say them verbally. Deal with it.

CHANEY:  Well tonight the Border Control finally get in the ring with the Trailer Park Assassinz!

WATTERS:  Finally those morons are put out of their misery!

CHANEY:  They are scrappy!

WATTERS:  You know everybody hated Scrappy-Do right?

CHANEY:  That wasn't what I mean.

WATTERS:  I know, but they have the same effect on me. They make my skin crawl!

CHANEY:  Well get some cream ready because it is time to go to the ring and see how well they do against Border Control! Let's get to it!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]




[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, this tag team match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Pine Bluff, Arkansas, at a combined weight of three hundred pounds...the team of Brutalizer and Destruktor...the 

         T R A I L E R   P A R K

                      A S S A S S I N Z  ! ! !

[A moment later, the two Assassinz erupt through the curtain, in all their chest-thumping, devil-horning, homemade-mask glory. They pause for a moment on the entrance platform, the better to headbang to their own entrance song, then briefly turn their heads towards one another before running in for a full-on chest-bump. Only then do they resume making their way down to the ringside area and slide into the ring, holding their arms up for a modestly mixed greeting from the crowd.]

CHANEY:  The Trailer Park Assassinz have entered the arena!

WATTERS:  And all alone! The little ducklings left to fend for themelves!

CHANEY:  Big Boss Hogg told them to go out and use what they have learned. Now is the time to do that.

WATTERS:  Hogg let go of losers. I never knew he had that in him to let go of a losing hand like that!

[The Assassinz have barely had time to get their bearings inside the ring before John Phillip Sousa's 'Stars and Stripes Forever' begins to play, heralding the arrival of their opponents – and immediately drawing a VERY mixed reaction from the crowd.]

WATTERS:  ...are these people seriously booing the American anthem?!

CHANEY:  That's not the anthem and you know it, Watters!

WATTERS:  Yeah, yeah. It might as WELL be the anthem! Anyway, it's unpatriotic! Where's the NSA when we need it?!

CHANEY:  ...the...NSA...?!

[Before Watters has a chance to reply and keep the argument going, however, he is cut off by another, rather more feminine voice. From her moving pulpit near the entrance way, Lexi Darlington has begun addressing the crowd in attendance at the Phoenix Arena.]

LEXI DARLINGTON:  My fellow Americans...

'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

WATTERS:  See what I mean? Unpatriotic, I'm tellin' ya!

[The brunette, however, seems rather less fazed than SCW's color commentator, as she simply continues.]

DARLINGTON:  ...we have an important announcement to make.

[More boos nearly drown Border Control's manager out, but she staunchly presses on regardless.]

DARLINGTON:  A few weeks ago...

CROWD:  BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

WATTERS:  Oh, let the girl FINISH, you inbreds!

[THIS time, Darlington does appear somewhat thrown off by the interruption, but equally as determined not to let the crowd's reaction daunt her. Proof of this is that, after no more than a moment's pause, she starts her latest sentence over again, her tone more forceful this time around.]

DARLINGTON:  SEVERAL WEEKS AGO...an anonymous source...a true patriot...provided us with some HIGHLY incriminating evidence against THOSE TWO MEN...those TERRORISTS!

[The manager's tone becomes shrill as she points at her team's masked opponents, whose body language conveys surprise and shock. Brutalizer and Destruktor immediately begin to yell out defensively off the mic, but Darlington – her usual smirk now firmly planted on her features – simply continues her speech, talking right over the two men's protestations.]

DARLINGTON:  And as God-fearing, flag-loving Americans, Agents Washington and Lincoln were absolutely adamant that we could not keep such blatant proof of these men's true nature to ourselves. Which is why we have decided to do our patriotic duty, and share it with you all, here tonight.

[The camera pans over the booing fans for a moment before returning to Darlington, who is now leaning over her lectern, a grave expression on her features.]

DARLINGTON:  Before we do, however, I feel it necessary to issue a trigger warning. The images you are about to see may offend some sensibilities. Viewer discretion is advised – ESPECIALLY for younger viewers.

[More boos float over from the stands in response to this blatantly insecere sentiment, which Darlington ignores as she lifts a hand and gestures to no one in particular. Then, turning towards the overhead screen along withWashington and Lincoln, she adds simply.]

DARLINGTON:  Now...

[As if on cue, the screen lights up, displaying footage of what appears to be a perfectly non-descript suburban backyard. Perfectly non-descript, that is, except for the wrestling mat set up right at center-frame, atop which two lithe masked figures make a poor attempt at chain-wrestling. The crowd cannot suppress a gasp as they recognise the two men in the video – and even more so the large, lumbering figure who approaches them a moment later.]

CHANEY:  ...what?! Boss Hogg?! And those are... How did they get this?!

WATTERS:  Didn't you hear, Chaney? An anonymous source sent it in! A true patriot, like Lexi Darlington said!

CHANEY:  ...right. Color me skeptical, Watters.

WATTERS:  You're always skeptical when it comes to patriotic acts, Chaney. You darned liberal!

CHANEY:  I very much disagree that this is in any way patriotic. And let's keep politics out of this, shall we?

[As the two announcers banter, on screen – both in the arena and at home – the two men attempt to start the sequence over, after some corrections from Boss Hogg. Once again, however, the results are less than stellar, landing somewhere between sloppy and not quite there – and once again, Boss displays considerable patience in stopping the two men, correcting their stances and giving pointers. In the real world, inside the Phoenix Arena, a gleeful Lexi Darlington quips.]

LEXI DARLINGTON:  Ladies and gentlemen...meet the REAL Trailer Park Assassinz!

[As she says this, in the video footage, Brutalizer lifts up Destruktor for a suplex, on Boss Hogg's command. The move is, to the Assassinz's credit, relatively well executed; Brutalizer, however, misjudges the strength of his throw, sending his partner flying out of the mat and over the garden fence as a result! A moment later, an indignant yell issues from off-camera, presumably from somebody next door.]

VOICE:  MY CABBAGES!!!

[At this, the crowd cannot help but titter, as the real-time Brutalizer and Destruktor look increasingly horrified at the footage Border Control has obtained about them. Even still, the two continue to try and defend themselves – to no avail, as Washington, Lincoln and Darlington are clearly not even listening. Their agitation briefly turns to relief as the video ends – on an undignified image of the two scarpering at full pelt, no less – only to be replaced once again by nervousness as their opponents finally turn their attention away from the screen and back towards them. The smirk on Darlington's features as they do so cannot be described as anything other than malevolent, as she once again leans over to speak into the mic.]

LEXI DARLINGTON:  There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Proof positive that the two men in that ring are nothing but a fraud. And in just a short few minutes, Agents Lincoln and Washington will expose that fraud once and for all!

[With that said, the manager gestures towards her two charges, who pause only to nod in understanding before rushing the ring, hell-bent on delivering on their manager's promise!]

[Already being in the ring, Brutalizer and Destruktor are not caught as unawares as they might have otherwise been, and welcome Border Control with raised fists and a fighting stance! As they slip underneath the bottom rope and pull themselves to a vertical position, Washington and Lincoln are surprised to find themselves accosted by the two smaller men, who launch forward in unison with a flurry of quick but seemingly effective punches!]

WATTERS:  Are those guys...going on the OFFENCE?

CHANEY:  They certainly are, Watters!

WATTERS:  But...the bell hasn't rung! There aren't any legal men yet!

[The crowd seems just as surprised as the announcers, but in the best possible way. The TPA's initial flurry is met with a roar of approval, and their subsequent dodge out of the way of Border Control's retaliation does not at all diminish this reaction.]

[The two masked men have, however, no time to bask in the praise, as their opponents are still coming for them hard and fast. Another stereo clothesline attempt by Washington and Lincoln is ducked, and as the two agents turn around, they are met with stereo dropkicks from the two self-styled Assassinz!]

CHANEY:  Well! Whatever Boss Hogg was teaching these boys back in that video, it looks like it's worked!

WATTERS:  ...or maybe it's a tactic by Border Control to lull these guys into a false sense of security so they'll bring their guard down. DUH. You're such a mark, Chaney!

[Whatever it is, it certainly does appear to be heightening the TPA's confidence, as evidenced by the fact that, after landing the simultaneous dropkicks, Brutalizer waves for his partner to retreat behind the tag rope, and prepares to take on Border Control's legal man with a defiant posture and puffed-out chest!]

WATTERS:  ...seriously? Well...it's your funeral, boy.

[Border Control's legal man, Washington, immediately attempts to rush him, but Brutalizer once again shows quick reflexes, sliding underneath his opponent and attempting a quick surprise roll-up!]

WATTERS:  HA! In your dreams, sonny!

[Indeed, Washington does not so much as budge from the rollup. On the contrary, the attempt only seems to succeed in making him angry, and he quickly yanks himself from Brutalizer's grasp to land a harsh stomp on the smaller man's hand! Caught unaware, the Assassin cries out in surprise and pain, earning his opponent a round of disapproving boos from the crowd.]

WATTERS:  What exactly are they booing for? He's done nothing illegal! It's called a counter, you sheeple! Do your research!

[This time, Chaney does not so much as attempt to disagree with his announce partner, instead watching on as Border Control turn the tide of the match around. Having succeeded in bursting his opponent's bubble of confidence, Washington now grabs the Assassin by the top of his mask and brings him to his feet. Then, without so much as giving him time to react, he lifts him up and throws him across the ring with a big fallaway slam!]

WATTERS:  ...told ya it was a bad idea, son!

CHANEY:  TPA started off surprisingly strong, but it did not take long for Border Control to turn the tide here!

WATTERS:  Of course not. Did you miss the part where these guys have been steamrolling EVERYONE? If they steamrolled EVERYONE and these two aren't ANYONE...well, you do the math.

CHANEY:  ...I don't know about TPA not being 'anyone'...but I guess you have a point.

WATTERS:  'Course I have a point. I always have a point.

[Chaney knows better than to rise to this low-hanging bait, instead turning his attention back to the ring, where the methodical brutalizing of Brutalizer continues. The fallaway slam is quickly followed by a football tackle as the masked man returns to his knees, which takes him straight back down, then by a series of mounted punches, which referee Staggs makes no attempt to try and stop, much to the displeasure of the crowd.]

WATTERS:  Credit to the referee there, letting the match run its course. I hate those kinds of referees that stop matches for EVERY. LITTLE. THING...you know?

CHANEY:  ...uh-huh...

[Unencumbered by something as trifling as 'the rules', Washington continues to mount and punch the small man to his heart's content, before eventually getting bored and rolling off the top of him. Once back to a vertical position, he wastes no time in lifting Brutalizer back to his feet again, only to take him right back down with a short-arm clothesline. With his opponent on the ground and at his mercy yet again, the big man decides to share the wealth, and leans over to his corner to bring his partner into the fray!]

CHANEY:  Lincoln coming into this match for the first time to capitalize on his partner's work!

WATTERS:  Yeah. You know. Like REAL teams do...

[And teamwork is certainly something Border Control display in spades after Lincoln enters the ring, with the two members joining forces to stomp a mudhole into their fallen opponent. Once again, referee Staggs is surprisingly lax for an ex-law enforcement officer, and it is rather more than five seconds before the bigger man retreats behind the tag rope and leaves his partner to finish the job alone.]

CHANEY:  Referee Shane Staggs seems a little less than focused on the job at hand...

WATTERS:  What are you insinuating, Chaney?

CHANEY:  ...nothing...just remarking that...

WATTERS:  Are you insinuating that Washington and Lincoln need HELP to beat these bozos? Because THAT may be the funniest thing I've heard all year!

[Be that as it may, one thing cannot be denied:  the referee's sluggishness is clearly benefitting Border Control in this match. When Washington finally retreats behind the tag rope, Brutalizer is well and truly worn down, and easy pickings for even the smallest of the two Agents. Lincoln wastes no time capitalizing on this, and builds up on his and his partner's work by landing a vicious curb-stomp kick to the fallen Assassin, before dropping down for a cover. THIS time, the referee does not evidence any vision impairment issues, as he slides in and counts.]

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[The crowd roars as the smallest of the two Assassinz, seeing the end nigh for his team, launches himself from the turnbuckle, landing on top of Lincoln with a big crossbody to break up the pin! Less fortunate is the fact that his flight also connects with the referee, who is immediately knocked down and rendered unconscious!]

CHANEY:  Impressive pin break there from Destruktor, but with unforeseen consequences! The referee's down, and that young man may have just made the situation worse for his team!

WATTERS:  'Course he did, Chanes. He's a backyarder. Backyarders are dumb.

[Destruktor certainly does appear to think of himself as not particularly intelligent just then – at least judging by his frustrated and slightly nervous body language as he rolls off the heaped pile of semi-conscious bodies beneath him. And as it turns out, his apprehension is not unfounded, as, the minute he saw the referee collapse to the mat, Washington sought to get involved in the match once again – and this time, with the help of a tyre-iron to further unbalance things!]

CHANEY:  NO!

WATTERS:  YES!

[Destruktor, however, is not unresourceful in his own right, and promptly seeks to put as much distance as possible between himself and his oncoming aggressor by sliding out of the ring and underneath the apron. Not wanting to risk hitting the prone and still unconscious Lincoln while aiming at Brutalizer, Washington dawdles, and the smallest of the two Assassinz has time to rummage underneath the ring and re-emerge wielding his weapon of choice – a trash can!]

CHANEY:  .Destruktor seeking to even the odds for his team..what were you saying about him being dumb?

[For once, Watters has no reply – and even if he had had one, it would have gotten drowned out by the roar of the crowd as the smallest man in the match re-enters the ring and flings the trash can at his opponent with all his might!]

WATTERS:  INCOMING!

[Their joy is short-lived, however, as Washington easily bats the can aside with his tyre iron, before bearing down on the Assassin with malicious intent!]

CHANEY:  WATCH OUT!!

[Once again, however, Destruktor's quick thinking keeps him standing, as he dives for the trash can lid and holds it up just in the nick of time, blocking what would otherwise have been a knockout blow! The crowd comes alive once again as the small but resourceful Assassin rolls out of the way of a second blow and back onto his feet just in time to block a third!]

CHANEY:  Destruktor in his element here...but how much longer can he hold on?

WATTERS:  Not much longer, Chaney. Trust me.

[For once, Chaney does seem inclined to trust his partner, even as Destruktor continues to parry Washington's repeated attempts at blows, in a sort of modern mimickry of a medieval fencing match. The Agent is, however, clearly losing his patience, his strikes becoming less clinical and more haphazard. Destruktor seizes on this, and capitalizes on his chance as, a moment later, Washington neglects to protect his head, which is promptly made to ring by a trash-can lid blow!]

CHANEY:  BULLSEYE!

WATTERS:  ...lucky blow. He won't get another one.

[Buoyed by his success, but knowing himself still pretty much on the back foot, the Assassin – perhaps wisely – chooses to take the brief respite to once again put some distance between himself and Washington. This time, however, the Agent is quick to give chase, and it does not take more than a moment for both men to be out in the concrete surrounding the ring – the scene now closer to a horror film, with Destruktor frantically looking for another weapon as Washington inexorably gives chase.]

[A moment later, the youth's luck seems to have picked up again, as he re-emerges from the ring wielding a steel chair. He wastes no time throwing this onto the startled Washington, before launching himself into the air with a dropkick! The ploy is successful, and the biggest of the two Border Control agents is knocked back by the force of the impact, falling over the steel ring steps! Destruktor once again sees his chance, and promptly vaults onto the apron, taking a few running steps before rolling into a cannonball senton!]

CHANEY:  Great agility by Destruktor, and he seems delighted by it!!

[In fact, the smallest of the Assassinz can now be seen celebrating his successful offensive momentum with the front-row fans in attendance, pumping his fists and screaming before launching into a round of high-fives with every hand in sight! The delighted fans respond in kind, pouring beer and soda over the masked man and patting him in the back encouragingly.]

CHANEY:  It's all well and good to celebrate, but that young man mustn't forget where he is and what he has to do...

[As if he had heard the announcer's remark, Destruktor reluctantly pulls himself away from the impromptu party and turns around, intending to capitalize on his prior offensive move...]

[...only to find himself doubled over by a kick to the mid-section!]

WATTERS:  ...yup. And there it is.

[The crowd is deflated as quickly as the Assassin as a recovered Washington profits from the element of surprise to regain the upper hand, draping his opponent over one shoulder and turning around to face the ring before taking off running and delivering his trademark Deportation running powerslam...]

[...ONTO. THE. STEEL. STEPS!]

CHANEY:  My God! That man is broken in half!!

[The crowd seem equally as shocked, uttering a horrified gasp as the Assassin goes flying into the steps. It is not long before the horror turns to displeasure, as Washington mockingly imitates Destruktor's celebration, drawing the ire of the crowd.]

WATTERS:  ...why are they angry? He has the right to celebrate just as much as that other guy!

[Chaney is, perhaps, too distraught to respond to his partner – or perhaps his attention is simply taken up by movement INSIDE the squared circle, where the three fallen men are finally showing signs of life. Shane Staggs is the first to revive, and – seeing the still-prone Lincoln directly in front of him, his arm over the similarly groggy Brutalizer – painstakingly pushes himself a few inches forward to count the pin!]

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[In more or less dignified fashion, Border Control's undefeated streak continues!]

[Washington and the groggy but revived Lincoln are, however, still not done. At a sign from manager Lexi Darlington, the two spring into action once more, Washington rolling the unconscious Destruktor into the ring while Lincoln kneels down to secure Brutalizer in a choke hold. Then, in a concerted gesture, both men begin prying the masks off their respective Assassin!]

CHANEY:  What are they doing?!

WATTERS:  They're doing what they said they would! They're exposing these bozos! That's what they're doin'! Yee-haw!

[And that does, indeed, seem to be the two men's intent. With a gleeful Lexi egging them on, the two slowly, methodically pull each Assassin's mask up, as the crowd watch on with held breaths, in horrified anticipation...]

[...which turns into effusively vocalized relief as the two Agents get clobbered from behind by a suddenly appearing third party!]

CHANEY:  HOGG! IT'S BOSS HOGG! IT'S BIG BOSS HOGG!

WATTERS:  WHAT?! Where did HE come from?!

[Where he came from might not be entirely clear, but where he is GOING is unmistakable. Stopping only to pick his two charges up and drape one over each of his massive shoulders, the Trailer Park Assassinz's mentor promptly takes off running up the ramp and through the curtain, leaving a dazed Border Control to get their bearings after being knocked down by the Boss's skillet-sized hands. It is on a shot of a livid Lexi Darlington glaring up at the entrance curtain that the feed cuts away from ringside.]



[It's already been an epic night in Texas, but once more we cut backstage the Phoenix where one of the finalists for the SCW Championship match sits backstage, "The Legend" Sean Darring.   The Legend has showered and changed to his white and gold singlet.   He appears to be lacing up his boots as he looks up at the camera.]

LSD:  It's been the night we have all expected up until this point.   The fans arrived hungry.   They arrived rabid for good old fashion wrestling.   The boys in the back have stepped out and brought their A-game.   Sagawa took me to the limits.   It was one of my most difficult matches thus far in the SCW.   He came motivated and unpredictable and at times he was _THIS_ close to winning and sitting here talking.

But, he didn't.

[Classic Legend smile.]

LSD:  I've been doubted since the day I signed the SCW contract.  

"Sean Darring is too old."

"The SCW roster is stacked and Darring will get lost in it."

"He should just retire."

[Darring gives a shrug.]

LSD:  Well, here I am in our first IPPV headed into the Main Event for the SCW Championship title.  

I survived the ring rust.

I survived the group of death.

I defeated Michael Wilson.

I defeated Pat Gordon Jr.

I just defeated Sagawa.

[The Legend pauses letting that sink in.]

LSD:  Does that sound like a man who is "too old"?  

[Darring playfully shakes his head.]

LSD:  So here we are ... Pat Gordon Jr, the Chosen One.   You were hoping Michael Wilson would take care of me the first time.  

He didn't.

You were hoping Sagawa would take of me tonight.

He didn't.

We have done this dance once before.   You failed.  In the back of your mind you are sitting down just like I am, but instead of talking about a great journey you are questioning yourself.   You are thinking back to the first match and then looking up at the Legend as he wins the group of death.  

Doubt is setting in.

[A slow nod.]

LSD:  I have watched you night after night.   You are good.   Quite possibly the best in the SCW.   You are the Chosen One.   However, you learned a hard lesson.   You learned the lesson we all eventually learn.  

The best doesn't always win.  

[Another hard pause letting some truth sink in.]

LSD:  Sometimes the smarter, more experienced, war battled veteran teaches that shiny new name a hard lesson.   Gordon, our first lesson was the wake-up call.   Tonight, I finish that lesson.   I've been here before.  

Tonight, there are no butterflies.    

Tonight, there are no doubts.

Every time I play out this match it happens the exact same way.   Epic battle... Legend Lock... Hand raised.  

Rinse and repeat.

Every time I picture you I remember that look in your eyes.   The jokes didn't work.  The mind games failed.  You finally stepped inside the ring with not just a title, but a true living legend.   These words echoed loud and clear inside your brain -

Champions come and go ...

Legends last forever.

[Those words usually end the interview, but not this time.]

LSD:  However, tonight the Legend becomes the Champion.

[...and with that, we fade.]



[We return to the ringside announcers.]

CHANEY:  Sean Darring with strong words. Tell me he doesn't sound like he is destined to be the first champion, Larry!

WATTERS:  He is always a contender. The man is not only nicknamed "Legend," but he literally IS a legend!

CHANEY:  I hear a but coming?

WATTERS:  That is disgusting, Chaney! This is a family broadcast!

CHANEY:  Not what I mean, you perverted freak!

WATTERS:  I know, I just love seeing that face you make when I gross you out.

CHANEY:  So?

WATTERS:  BUT! Despite being a legend, he is facing a man younger than he is that just may be a better technician than he is. It is an interesting battle we will see later.

CHANEY:  Darring versus Gordon in the main event for the right to be the first Lonestar Champion! However who will be the challenger for that Champion at "Bloody Sunday" in March?

WATTERS:  We are about to find out!

CHANEY:  That is right Johnny Psychotic, Alfie Button, Tripp Skylark, and Windham Brody are ready and joined by those who fell short in our opening semifinals tonight...

WATTERS:  Exactly! That means Caleb Foley and Sagawa will be in this one and that will light a fire under Psychotic's ass for sure!

CHANEY:  Lots of bad blood and lots of skill involved.

WATTERS:  And all wrapped around ladders to try and reach a clipboard!

CHANEY:  This one could prove to be the showstealer! Let's go to the ring now and see who can overcome the odds and get a title opportunity!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]

6-MAN LADDER MATCH FOR #1 CONTENDERSHIP



[The graphic leaves and the camera fades into the ringside area, which has been transformed during the short departure and is now adorned with almost a half a dozen solid steel ladders. The aisle that leads from the backstage area has a trio of ladders as well, one an impressive 16 feet high. There is a definite buzz of anticipation in the air as the fans jam-packed into The Phoenix know what is about to go down.]

BUFFINGTON:   The following contest is the ...

                                             T O P   
                                 
                                       C O N T E N D E R S

                                   L A D D E R   M A T C H ! ! !
                                
[And as the crowd goes crazy for the announcement, as the camera zooms in on the clipboard case that hangs from a chain and carabiner over the ring.]

CHANEY:   Here we go folks! Without question this is one of the more anticipated match-ups tonight at Showdown, as six men that were within spitting distance of The Lonestar Championship are about to do battle - and one will force his way to the front of the line by grabbing THAT contract overhead.

WATTERS:  But keep in mind, four of these competitors tonight knew what they were getting into. Four of these men knew that they were stepping into this ladder match after their losses on the last episode of Rampage. Meanwhile two of the competitors have already been to war once here tonight at Showtime.

[As if on cue, the sound of "Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's goes live for the second time this evening, and an amped up Caleb Foley pushes his way through the curtain - running a hand back through his slicked back red hair as he surveys the crowd.]

BUFFINGTON:  Introducing first, he hails from Dublin, Ireland and weighed in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is ...

                              T H E   C E L T I C   C R I P P L E R

                                   C A L E B   F O L E Y ! ! ! 
                                   
[Making his way down the aisle, Foley slaps his hands off each ladder that he passes in a sort of bonding moment - while The Dropkick Murphy's fade out only to be replaced by "13" by Danzig. The reaction of the fans quickly switches to a mixture of jeers and awe as the next competitor through the curtain.]

BUFFINGTON:  The next competitor comes to us tonight from Lucifer, Arizona and weighs in at three hundred and seventeen pounds. Please welcome ...

                                            W I N D H A M

                                           B R O D Y ! ! !
                                            
[The towering monster known as Windham Brody scowls at the fans as he makes his way towards the squared circle clad in his trademark biker gear and leather jacket that reads the word "Survivor" on the back. Stepping up onto the ring apron with his long legs, the intimidating Arizonian points a warning finger in the face of Caleb Foley. Soon the sound of Glenn Danzig's voice fades as the pounding beat of Shinedown's "The Sound of Madness" plays for the second time this evening.]

BUFFINGTON:  Up next, he now hails The Aokigahara Forest by way of The Kochi Prefecture, Japan. He weighed in tonight at one hundred and ninety-three pounds. He is -

                                 T H E   K O C H I   C A N N I B A L 

                                            S A G A W A ! ! !
                                            
[Making his way through the entrance tunnel, The Aokigahara Angel of Death appears once again - head banging along to the sounds of Shinedown as he heads towards the ring. About halfway down the aisle, he takes notice of the giant sixteen foot tall ladder and turns around, starting to scale it. Back inside the squared circle, Foley and Brody look on with confusion as The Wildman perches himself atop the steel structure.]

BUFFINGTON:  The next competitor weighed in tonight at one hundred and eighty-seven pounds. He is Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania's own -

                                               T R I P P

                                           S K Y L A R K ! ! ! 
                                           
[No sooner does the music fade out than Skylark struts on out from behind the curtain, sporting his street clothes and those damned sunglasses. Making his way down the aisle with a little pep in his step, he comes to a pause as he notices SAGAWA atop the ladder as the maniac eyes him just as curiously. But the sound of "Take Me to the Hospital" by Prodigy hits the PA System and the crowd quickly turns hostile.]

BUFFINGTON:  The next participant in this Ladder Match comes to us tonight from Long Island, New York and weighed in at two hundred and sixty-three points. This 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 ! ! !
                                 
[And out through the curtain comes a smirking Johnny Psychotic, who simply basks in the disdain of the Texas crowd. Raising both fists in the air, he nods his head confidently and with some swagger in his step he starts his trek to the ring. As he makes his weigh down the aisle, he surveys the scene - the competitors in the ring - and the one man atop the steel staircase. Snickering to himself, Psychotic approaches the ladder and reaches out to grab both sides and beings to push.]

CHANEY:  OH GOD NO!!! 

[With the fans quickly rising to their feet in horror, Psychotic gives the ladder a push and it starts to tip - but rocks back to its original position. Nodding his head, and determined, he gives it a second shove, but is soon cut off with a forearm across the back of the head as the crowd goes absolutely banana.]

WATTERS:  What is HE doing out here?!?!

CHANEY:  Alfie Button coming to the air of SAGAWA, who is holding into the top of the ladder for dear life! Another forearm between the shoulder blades, as Psychotic turns around and delivers an elbow strike of his own.

WATTERS:  What? Couldn't wait for his own entrance music? Had to get a jump on things?

CHANEY:  Let's be read, Lar. He came out because he didn't want to see SAGAWA end up on the floor like a bug on a windshield, and if Psychotic had his way -

WATTERS:  If he didn't want to see that, then he has no place in a Top Contenders Match! Killer instinct is what it is all about, and Psychotic has that in spades. Psychotic now with a thumb to the eye. Handful of hair, he goes for a whip - Alfie Button reverses it - 

CHANEY:  WHIP INTO THE LADDER!!!

[With the momentum it with a thud. The giant structure rocking backwards, as a worries and panicked looking SAGAWA searches for an escape route. Just before he falls, SAGAWA takes a leap of faith and manages to make it safely onto one of the other ladders standing nearby as the building collectively exhales in relief.]

CHANEY:  Sweet Buttery Jesus that was so close! SAGAWA now climbing down as quickly as he possibly can, while Alfie Button grabs Psychotic from behind in a waistlock. He rolls him back, O'Connor roll? No! He rolls through - 

WATTERS:  HERE COMES SAGAWA! SHOTGUN KNEE TO THE TEETH OF JOHNNY PSYCHOTIC! GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR FROM ALFIE BUTTON!!!

CHANEY:  THE TROPHY KILL!

WATTERS:  What?

CHANEY:  That is the move that SAGAWA won multiple tag team titles with while tagging with WILDBOY Ningenku! 

WATTERS:  And that may ALSO just have taken Johnny Psychotic out of the equation!

[As Alfie Button kips up to his feet amidst the adoring SCW Faithful and high-fives SAGAWA, Psychotic rolls around on the concrete floor clutching the back of his head with both hands. Walking over his fallen prey, SAGAWA looks down and does the one thing that seems to convey his feelings for The Human Heart Attack ... He spits on him.

Amidst the celebration, the camera cuts back to the ring where the other three competitors have been watching the chaos erupt at ringside. Glancing over at Tripp Skylark, Caleb Foley shrugs his shoulders and the two men dive towards Windham Brody, catching him from behind with a flurry of forearms as Referee Shane Staggs turns to the time-keeper and calls for the bell.]

DING! DING! DING!

CHANEY:  And this one is underway! One of these six men ...

WATTERS:  Five.

CHANEY:  One of these six men will climb a ladder, claim that contract, and be the first person in line for a Lonestar Title Shot after Sean Daring and Pat Gordon Jr. do battle in tonight's Main Event!

[The forearms catch Brody by surprise as he slumps forward on the ropes, each blow from Foley and Skylark making a defined smacking sound against his flesh. Spinning Windham around, they whip him off the ropes and link hands as they charge forward for a clothesline.]

CHANEY:  Foley and Tripp with a double clotheslin- No! Brody Windham barreled right through their arms and stops dead in his tracks. About face, Foley and Tripp doing the same -

SMACK!

... the sound of Brody's hands around both of their throats echoing here in The Phoenix!

WATTERS:  The big man going for a Double Choke Slam! No! Both men block! Both men back! STEREO SUPERKICKS!!!

CHANEY:  They almost took Brody's head clear off! He staggers back -

WATTERS:  But he does NOT go down! And Skylark and Foley just realized that.

[The look on the face on Windham Brody indicates that the Superkicks did nothing more than irritate him, as his mug contorts into an angry sneer and he charges forward towards his two adversaries for a clothesline of his own.]

CHANEY:  Both men in retreat towards the ropes .. low bridge .. Windham Brody up, over, and to the floor! Great teamwork from Foley and Skylark, much like we saw from Button and SAGAWA on the outside. And speak of the devils!

[Before Caleb Foley and Tripp Skylark can celebrate their one-upmanship, the pairing of Alfie Button and SAGAWA dive under the bottom rope - coming face to face with the duo already in the ring. All four men exchange looks with one another, before extending a hand in a show of sportsmanship.]

CHANEY:  It is moments like this when I truly love the sport of professional wrestling.

WATTERS:  And it is moments like these that I feel the need to vomit into this trash can that I keep here at ringside.

CHANEY:  But I thought you loved SAGAWA?

WATTERS:  Not when he is all kumbaya, Chaney!

[The mass shaking of hands lasts for merely a moment, before all four men dive forward into a collar-and-elbow tie-up - SAGAWA pairing with Caleb Foley and Tripp Skylark with Alfie Button. Skylark and Foley taking control as they back their opponents up against the ropes. While not breaking would not result in a disqualification, Referee Shane Staggs is right there with a five count in an attempt to keep some order.]

WATTERS:  What a waste of time.

[And as he reaches 4, Foley and Skylark break.]

CHANEY:  And _that_ speaks to the type of men we are dealing with in the ring right now, as they still broke the lock-up!

[A small smattering of applause comes from the crowd before they switch it up and Foley locks up with Alfie Button and Tripp Skylark with SAGAWA. Again the attempt to assert some dominance, this time SAGAWA backing Skylark into a corner as Foley manages to overpower Alfie Button.]

WATTERS:  Into the ropes once again .. and the official needlessly counting once again ...

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIV-

CHANEY:  And we have a brea- OOOH! No! Caleb Foley with an elbow back into the teeth of Alfie Button!

[Realizing what has happened, SAGAWA turns his attention towards Foley who is casually shrugging it off giving Tripp Skylark and opportunity to hook him by the jaw from behind and yank him backwards into a Seated Reverse X-Factor.]

WATTERS:  Ha HA! There we go! At least we know which pair of losers actually _wants_ to win this match up. Foley extending a hand to help Skylark back up to his feet - YES! Foley right into an Irish Whip on Tripp!

CHANEY:  Skylark off the ropes, Foley drops down to his stomach and Skylark up and over. Skylark rebounds off the ropes and now Button drops down to his stomach ... Skylark up and over Button ... Foley down ... Skylark up and over Foley ... He rebounds.

WATTERS:  Now SAGAWA steps in, and drops down ...

Skylark over SAGAWA ... 
Skylark over Foley ...
Skylark over Button ...

Skylark off the ropes again ...

Skylark over Button ...
Skylark over Foley ...
Skylark over SAGAWA ...

CHANEY:  Skylark off the ropes ...

WATTERS:  HOLY HELL!

CHANEY:  Skylark over SAGAWA ...
Skylark over Foley ...
Skylark over Button ...

Skylark off the ropes.

[Having rebounded off the ropes and jumped over numerous opponents, Skylark slumps against the ropes and throws up his hands in a "T" as he starts to suck some wind and calls to Referee Shane Staggs for a timeout. Laying chest first on the canvas, a confused Alfie Button looks up at Skylark and yells at him to keep going. Adamantly Skylark shakes his head to the negative ...]

SKYLARK:  No! You do it!

[And with the assistance of the ropes, he slowly lowers himself down onto his stomach on the canvas and gestures to Button to run the ropes. But as they bicker, it is instead SAGAWA who leaps to his feet and jumps over Caleb Foley, over Alfie Button, and then over Tripp Skylark.]

CHANEY:  It looks like SAGAWA is game!

SAGAWA over Skylark ...
SAGAWA over Button ...
SAGAWA over Foley ...

SAGAWA off the ropes ...

SAGAWA over Foley ...
SAGAWA over Button ...
SAGAWA over ...

CHANEY:  Tripp Skylark rolling out of the ring and waving it off as everyone looks on in confusion.

[Up on his knees, Caleb Foley yells to Skylark ...]

FOLEY:  What the hell are you doing?

SKYLARK:  I am BORED with this.

CHANEY:  Tell me about it.

[And pointing at the two men still in the ring, SAGAWA questions if they should continue with just the three of them. Nodding his head, Foley drops back down to his stomach as SAGAWA hits the ropes once again...

SAGAWA over the spot where Skylark should have been ...
SAGAWA over Button ...
SAGAWA over Foley ...

SAGAWA off the ropes ...

SAGAWA over Foley ...
SAGAWA over Button ...

TOPE CON GIRO!!!]

CHANEY:  SAGAWA over the top with a somersault plancha onto Tripp Skylark!

WATTERS:  Skylark did NOT see that one coming!

[As the crowd cheers for the spectacular flip, SAGAWA quickly pulls himself back up to his feet and throws his arms out in celebration ...

C L A N K ! ! !

... only to be caught right in the face with the top end of a steel ladder, courtesy of the new pairing of Windham Brody and Johnny Psychotic!]

WATTERS:  IT'S LADDER TIME!!!

CHANEY:  It looks like the time for fun and games is over, as Psychotic and Brody are sliding that ladder in between the middle and bottom ropes!

WATTERS:  Not so quick! Caleb Foley running the ropes, and springboarding off them - SENTON ONTO THE LADDER!! NO!!!

[Just as Caleb Foley is about to nail a senton onto the top end of the ladder, Psychotic and Brody take note and pull the ladder back and "The Celtic Crippler" lands back first on the canvas - knocking the wind from his lungs.]

CHANEY:  No water in the pool for Caleb Foley, and NOW he is in the wrong part of town! 

[Sliding the top end of the ladder back between the ropes, Brody and Psychotic lift the piece of steel and bring in slamming down across the chest of The Irishman ...

C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !

... each shot causing Foley to cringe.]

WATTERS:  To steal a line from one of the greats, they are beating Caleb Foley like a government mule!

CHANEY:  That they are! But keep an eye on Alfie Button!

[Having rolled to the apron of the ring, Alfie Button grabs hold of the top rope and springboards to the top, before taking air and coming down across the top half of the steel staircase with a highlight real worthy frog splash ...

... the bottom rope creating a seesaw like effect, as the lower half comes springing upwards and catches Johnny Psychotic and Windham Brody in the lower jaw, and snapping their heads backwards.]

CROWD:   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   

	BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   
	
	BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   BUT-TON!   

CHANEY:  Button might have just loosened some teeth!

WATTERS:  Nevermind that! Alfie Button just crushed Caleb Foley under the ladder!

[Clutching his ribs and rolling around in the middle of the ring, Alfie Button takes notice for the first time and look of concern crosses his face. He takes a stagger step towards Foley to check on him, but then looks up - at the contract that is hanging overhead.]

CHANEY:  It looked like he was going to help Foley, but then realized that the Top Contender spot is on the line and he is going for the ladder.

WATTERS:  Finally, someone with the right idea. You can kiss and make-up once that final bell as rung. Alfie Button standing the ladder up now and drawing it to the middle of the ring, as Caleb Foley is fighting to get back to his feet.

CHANEY:  Alfie starting to climb - NO!

[Seeing Button about two rungs up the ladder, Foley lunges forward and pulls Button back and spins him around. Not as jovial as he was earlier, he points a warning finger at Button as asks him what is up. Button responds by pointing up towards the contract to make his point. Meanwhile, the other bodies in the back have started to stir.]

WATTERS:  All these two are doing with their bickering is buying time for someone that wants to be the Top Contender. 

[The first of which is "The Kochi Cannibal" SAGAWA, who has found the time to roll underneath the bottom rope and get to his feet. As the two men continue to argue, SAGAWA pushes back off the ropes and charges forward. At the last second, Button and Foley take note and take a step back as The Madman from Japan builds up more speed, and leaps forward, diving underneath the upright ladder and through the ropes ... ]

CHANEY:  TOPE SUICIDA UNDER THE LADDER!!!!

[But then the crowd groans]

WATTERS:  And right into the waiting arms of Johnny Psychotic and Windham Brody on the floor!

[Proud of their smarts once again, the two bigger competitors clutch the flailing body of SAGAWA and make a slow and deliberate turn to show off to all of his fans - that they are in the dominant role. But the attention of the fans is not on them. Instead the attention is on the man who has slowly ascended to the very top of the ladder where he is trying to get his balance.]

CHANEY:  Tripp Skylark is at the top of the ladder!

WATTERS:  And Button and Foley are not paying attention to a damned thing!

CHANEY:  Foley shoves Button! Button shoves back!

[Throwing his hands up in the air in surrender, The Celtic Crippler shakes things off and instead turns towards the ladder that Tripp Skylark is perched precariously atop. Or so it seems, as Foley charges forward into a handspring and bounces back off the ladder ...

... as he rebounds off the steel staircase, he catches the unfocused Alfie Button with a cutter, that drives him head and chest first into the canvas.]

CHANEY:  AIR DUBLIN ON ALFIE BUTTON!!!

[But the impact against the ladder sets off a domino effect as the wobbly Tripp Skylark loses his balance and is send flipping through the air, down atop the waiting bodies of Johnny Psychotic, SAGAWA, and Windham Brody.]

WATTERS:  SKYLARK FALLS!!!

Not the move ... But he actually fell!!!

CROWD:   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   

	S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   
	
	S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   S-C-Dub!   

WATTERS:  It's like a human demolition derby out there and these fans here are loving every single moment of it!

[An overhead shot inside the ring shows all the carnage in the early goings of this match-up, as only one man remains on his feet.]

WATTERS:  Now Foley! Get that ladder! Get that contract! Now is your time!

CHANEY:  It is almost like Foley heard you, as he is pulling that ladder to the center of the ring, and positioning it right under that prize.

WATTERS:  Think about it. Foley against Sean Darring. Foley against Pat Gordon Jr. These fans would absolutely spend their kids college tuition to see those matches.

CHANEY:  But Foley is slow with the climb. I wonder if the handspring off the ladder did a little damage to his ankle.

WATTERS:  That could very well be the case.

[Using his right leg to lead rung by rung, Foley continues to climb the ladder, while on the other side Alfie Button uses the rungs to help him back up to his feet. As he gets back to his feet, he clutches at his neck for a brief moment.]

CHANEY:  The A-Lister feeling the effects of that Air Dublin Cutter it seems, but starting to ascend the ladder as well.

WATTERS:  I think Caleb Foley just took notice of him as well, as he is waiting atop the ladder and catches Button in the top of the head with a right hand. But Button holds his ground, and repays the favor with a European Uppercut!

CHANEY:  Both men now at equal height as Foley delivers another right ... and this time Alfie Button fights back with a knife-edge chop to the chest. 

[Enjoying the exchange it seems, Foley takes both hands off the ladder and grabs The Englishman by the side of the head and drives his forehead right into the forehead of his opponent, the dull thud of bone on bone causing the nearby fans to cringe.]

WATTERS:  That was one sick ass headbutt from Caleb Foley!

CHANEY:  That it was. These two have built up quite a bit of animosity in the short time they have been in the ring together tonight.

WATTERS:  Its competitive spirit, Eri- UH-OH!!!

[With their attention focused on one another, Alfie Button and Caleb Foley paid no attention to the fact that Johnny Psychotic and Windham Brody who have returned to the ring for the first time in quite a while. Sliding into the squared circle, both men position themselves under one of the two battling men and begin to walk away - leaving the ladder empty.]

WATTERS:  This is NOT going to end well! Psychotic has Button and Brody has Foley in position for aaaaaa ... POWERBOMB!!!

[Together both men lunge forward and drive the head, shoulders, and back of their victims into the canvas for a bone-jarring powerbomb. While the fans gasp, neither man releases their grip, and they hoist Button and Foley up into the air once again. But this time, they turn back around and charge together in stereo towards the steel ladder in the center of the ring ... ]

CHANEY:  DOUBLE POWERBOMBS INTO THE LADDER FOLDS IT IN HALF!!!

[And the description is 100% accurate as the ladder folds itself in half as the backs of Foley and Button and rammed forcefully into it by their powerful adversaries - who _still_ have not released their grips. As the ladder tips over towards the ropes, Psychotic and Windham Brody exchange a glance before throwing their own feet out from underneath them.

WATTERS:  STEREO SIT-OUT POWERBOMBS!

CHANEY:  If this were a regular match-up, these two would probably be mere seconds away from a 3 count. But this is no regular match!

[Windham Brody and Johnny Psychotic slowly get back to their feet, basking in the carnage they just unleashed as their opponents roll out of the ring and to the floor. They look at one another, before bailing to the outside to grab ladders that are on the floor. But as they do, they are replaces in the ring by Tripp Skylark and SAGAWA who charge towards one another.]

CHANEY:  Skylark charges SAGAWA, SAGAWA up for a leapfrog! Skylark down, underneath, and into the ropes! Jumping spin kick by SAGAWA, but Skylark with a baseball slide to avoid it!

WATTERS:  Skylark almost hit that ladder that fell over against the middle rope! But Skylark is back up to his feet! Skylark with a charging clothesline!

CHANEY:  NO! SAGAWA with an evasive kip-up and Skylark off the ropes one more time! As Skylark reverses direction, The Aokigahara Angel of Death lowers his head for a back bodydrop. 

[Noticing the back bodydrop attempt coming, Tripp Skylark feeds into it and takes the backdrop as he does a full 360 degree flip. With great ring positioning, he manages to land with both feet on the ladder that is propped against the ropes. Using the spring from the stretches cables, Skylark vaults himself backwards and lands squarely on the shoulders of SAGAWA who is still facing in the opposite direction.]

CHANEY:  SLINGSHOT RANA FROM TRIPP SKYLARK!!!

[The momentum from the hurricanrana sends SAGAWA rolling through the ropes and to the ring apron where he grabs the middle rope and starts to pull himself back to his feet. Noticing the reflexes of SAGAWA, Skylark charges forward again as The Wildman drives a shoulder into his midsection and again goes for a backdrop, this time over the top.]

WATTERS:  Backdrop from SAGAWA, but Skylark holds into the top rope!

[With both hands clenched around the top rope, Skylark uses the back of the doubled-over SAGAWA as a platform of sorts to stop his momentum, and pushes back as he rolls himself back into the ring and to a vertical base.]

CHANEY:  Great athleticism from Skylark, who avoided an uncomfortable landing on the concrete! But keep an eye on SAGAWA!!!

WATTERS:  No time for showboating!

[Tripp celebrates his maneuver just a little too long as SAGAWA seizes the top rope and vaults to strand, throwing his body into the air and his knees down into the neck and shoulders of the Pennsylvanian.

C L A N K ! ! !]

CHANEY:  METEORAAAAAA INTO THE LADDER!!!

WATTERS:  You lose focus for just one millisecond in this match and the game changes! There are too many people to worry about. 

[And that is the gameplan that makes sense to SAGAWA as well as he grabs the ladder that he just drove Skylark into and pulls it towards the corner of the ring, and starts to open it up.]

WATTERS:  The contract is in the middle of the ring!

CHANEY:  I think he wants to finish Skylark off before going for that guaranteed Lonestar Title Shot on a future date.

WATTERS:  And I am sure SAGAWA would love nothing more than a chance to even things up with Sean Darring after their match-up earlier tonight, should Darring leave with the gold.

CHANEY:  I don't think there is a single fan who would mind seeing that.

WATTERS:  Meanwhile SAGAWA needs to get past all these moving parts as it looks like Windham Brody was just waiting for the right moment to throw a second ladder into the squared circle.

[The Man from Arizona aggressively slides the ladder underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. But not being the quickest competitor in the match-up, his race towards the ladder is intercepted by Alfie Button and Caleb Foley who each grab opposite ends and try to claim it as their own.]


CHANEY:  We have a tug of war between Foley and Button.

WATTERS:  A little bit of a dick-waving contest if you ask me. If these two would just work together, they can take everybody else out.

[As the two competitors pull back and forth on the ladder, a groggy Tripp Skylark gets back to his feet, his arms folded across his chest as he still feels the effect of The Meteora from SAGAWA, who is now watching from the far side of the ladder propped up in the corner. Curiously. And then almost as if they heard the words of Larry Watters at ringside, they each lock their grip on the ladder and charge forward towards Tripp Skylark.]

C L A N K ! ! !

WATTERS:  HOLY HANNAH MONTANA! They listened to me and almost took the head off of Tripp Skylark with that ladder!

CHANEY:  But here comes Windham Brody!

C L A N K ! ! !

WATTERS:  And he eats some steel as well!

[Taking notice of the two men working together, a wave of support begins to sweep over the fans. Meanwhile Johnny Psychotic seizes this brief moment to slip inside the ring and almost dare them to charge at him.]

CHANEY:  Johnny Psychotic calling on Button and Foley who charge towards him with that ladder - Psychotic ducks underneath it!

WATTERS:  Great evasive maneuver from Psychotic who is now practically running up that ladder in the corner where SAGAWA is waiting!

CHANEY:  I don't even thing SAGAWA realizes it - NO! Psychotic with a huge forearm to the teeth of SAGAWA, as Foley and Button are left doing nothing but holding that steel ladder down below.

[The sudden shot from Psychotic catches SAGAWA completely off guard, and his legs go slack as the taste is elbowed out of his mouth. But before he can tumble from the ladder, Psychotic grabs ahold of him and drapes an arm over his neck. Almost instantly the crowd lets loose an audible gasp as they do the math.]

CHANEY:  You don't think?

WATTERS:  ABSO-FREAKIN-LUTELY! Why wouldn't he?

[Twelve feet above the ring, Psychotic drapes SAGAWA's arm over his own neck and hooks the tights. In one swift motion, he hoists the body of SAGAWA into the air ....]

CHANEY:  PSYCHOPLEX OFF THE LADDER!!!!!

[... and Foley and Button quickly realize what is coming as well.]

C R A C K ! ! !

WATTERS:  THROUGH THAT SOLID STEEL LADDER!!!!

CROWD:  HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   

       HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   
       
       HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   HO-LY [BLEEP]!!!   
       
[With jaws agape, Caleb Foley and Alfie Button are unable to do anything but watch on as they each hold onto separate halves of the ladder that was once joined. Meanwhile Johnny Psychotic fights his way back to his feet and throws his arms out to his side in celebration of the crowds stunned reaction to his move.]

CHANEY:  Johnny Psychotic is basking in the glory of these fans! They may not be cheering for him persay, but you bet your ass that he is going to accept all the adulation that he can get.

[Looking around at the capacity crowd a seemingly irate Johnny Psychotic thumbs himself in the chest and threatens them.]

PSYCHOTIC:  CHANT MY NAME! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!

[And it is at that moment that Foley and Button decide to pay attention to Johnny Psychotic, as they each lift their half of the now broken ladder. In a moment that will live in Ladder Match Infamy, Alfie Button swings his half of the ladder towards the face of Psychotic as Foley swings his half towards the back of Johnny's knees.]

WATTERS:  MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!!!

CHANEY:  TOTAL ELIMINATION WITH THE BROKEN LADDERS!!!!

[Realizing what they have just done, Button and Foley throw down their halves of the ladder and charge towards one another in the middle of the ring as they lock in an embrace of unity and of friendship as support is shown for them.]

CROWD:    FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   

         BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!
         
         FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   FOL-EY!!!   
	 
         BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!   BUT-TON!!
         
[As they embrace over the broken body of Johnny Psychotic, "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley points down at their fallen foe and clearly delivers a message to Alfie Button.]

FOLEY:  Let's .. take .. him .. out!

[.. and in unison they bend over and grab their halves of the ladder. Leaping over the body of Johnny Psychotic, Caleb Foley charges towards the ropes and clutches his piece of ladder to his chest. In a great show of athleticism he leaps to the middle of the top rope, and vaults backwards with a ... ]

CHANEY:  SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT WITH THE LADDER BY CALEB FOLEY ONTO JOHNNY PSYCHOTIC!!!

WATTERS:  BUT HERE COMES ALFIE BUTTON!!!

[Following suit, Button clutches his segment of the ladder to his chest and leaps onto the second rope, but instead of vaulting back in a moonsault, he twists in the air and turns to collide chest first with the still stunned Psychotic.]

WATTERS:  SPRINGBOARD PHOENIX SPLASH WITH THE LADDER!!!

CHANEY:  BUT LOOK OUT!!!

[Even though his wasn't invited to the party, Tripp Skylark managed to find his way up onto top of the ladder that still stands in the corner. Without warning he takes to the air, twisting and careening in a maneuver that always manages to drive the SCW Faithful in a frenzy.]

CHANEY:  SKYLARK FALLS OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!

WATTERS:  THE MOVE! NOT AN ACCIDENT THIS TIME!!!

[Pumping his fist in the air, Tripp Skylark leaps to his feet and twirls around in celebration of the breath-taking maneuver that was probably captured through the lens of every cellular device in the building. Meanwhile behind him, a confused Caleb Foley looks on.]

CHANEY:  Foley does _not_ look happy about Skylark's showboating.

[Stepping forward, Foley throws his piece of the ladder over the head and neck of Tripp Skylark, and before he even has a chance to react, Foley tosses him up and overhead with a vicious looking Half and Half Suplex. The steel of the ladder connecting with the canvas, before it is driven right into the back of Tripp's neck. The move is accentuated by a rather vile sounding crack, that quickly sucks the wind out of The Phoenix.]

CHANEY:  OH MY LORD!

WATTERS:  What? Skylark tries to steel the thunder of Button and Foley, and now Foley has stolen this match from Tripp Skylark.

CHANEY:  This match? He may have just very well stolen the _career_ from Tripp Skylark.

WATTERS:  Oh shut up. You're just being dramatic. I am the one who is supposed to add "the spice" to things.

[But the look of shock on the face of the fans is echoed on the face of Alfie Button, who looks on with his jaw agape. Taking a step forward Button goes to speak to Foley, but Foley brushes past him and reaches for the ladder.]

WATTERS:  Foley now getting his head back into the game as he goes for the ladd- No! Button spins him around

CHANEY:  I don't think Button agrees with those antics at a- LOOK OUT!

[From out of nowhere, Windham Brody comes charging across the ring with a double lariat that sends Caleb Foley and Alfie Button spinning violently through the air - before crashing to the mat in a heap atop each other.]

WATTERS:  And that is it! Windham Brody has got this match won! Psychotic and SAGAWA are clearly out of it. Button and Foley were just decapitated. 

CHANEY:  And Tripp Skylark is as good as dead.

WATTERS:  Snowflake.

CHANEY:  Excuse me?

[But the story that really matters is the one of Windham Brody as he reaches out and grabs the ladder, pulling it to the center of the ring amidst the broken bodies.]

WATTERS:  It is time to start printing up those posters. The posters for the next SCW Pay-Per-View that says ... (Challenger) Windham Brody.

[Grasping at the rings, the big man begins his ascent up the ladder, as quickly as a man his size can. Hand over hand. One rung at a time. Until a hand reaches up and seizes him by the ankle in an attempt to slow him down - and the crowd goes nuts.]

WATTERS:  How is he still ...

CHANEY:  Alfie Button still has some life in him! 

[Shaking his head, Windham Brody jumps down from the third run of the ladder to the floor and quickly wraps an open hand around the throat of Alfie Button. With a subtle groan of exertion, he hoists Button into the air and holds him aloft as he makes a short walk around the ring - the legs of Alfie flailing as he does.]

CHANEY:  Look at the strength of this man. He may not have won The Lonestar Title, but there is not a doubt in my mind that he is a future champion.

WATTERS:  Carrying the two hundred and four pound Englishman around the ring with ease before ...

CHANEY:  OOOPH! He just chokeslammed Alfie Button over the top rope and onto the ring apron!

WATTERS:  As a former competitor, I have to tell you THAT is the hardest part of th-

CHANEY:  Yeah, we know.

WATTERS:  No, I know you know. But I am required to say it.

CHANEY:  You're not.

WATTERS:  But I really want to.

[While the commentators bicker, Windham Brody turns his attention back towards the ladder that he had tried climbing - only this time it is Johnny Psychotic that stands between him and a golden opportunity. The chest of Psychotic swollen, red, and bleeding in parts. But shaking his head, he points at the dangling contract and mouths the words "It's Mine"]

CHANEY:  They worked together earlier, but now that we are down to the wire - Johnny Psychotic and Windham Brody are going to have to go head to head. It was inevitable.

WATTERS:  I ain't gonna lie. The potential of these two doing battle, kind of gives me the tingles. 

CHANEY:  Seriously?

[Smirking a bit and perhaps relishing the challenge, Windham Brody beats his forearm across his own chest and accepts the challenge of Johnny Psychotic. As The Human Heart Attack stands between him and the ladder, Brody decides to make the first move and retreats back against the ropes to build some momentum. As he rebounds, he pushes forward with his shoulder into the shoulder of Psychotic, who leaps just a hair ...]

CHANEY:  Shoulder-block from Windham Brody, and though it took some effort, Johnny Psychotic did not budge.

WATTERS:  Classic strategy. The Irresistible Force meeting The Immovable Object. Windham Brody now challenging Johnny Psychotic to give it a go.

CHANEY:  Psychotic revving it up, and running the ropes! Here comes a huge shoulder bl- NO!

WATTERS:  HAAAAA!!!! HE SUCKERED HIM IN!!!

CHANEY:  Brody just drove Psychotic through the mat with The Road to Hell!

[Though it means nothing within the context of the match, Brody floats over atop the body of Johnny Psychotic and delivers a three count - just for emphasis.]

WATTERS:  Windham Brody showing Johnny Psychotic just who The Alpha Male is around here. He is _not_ going to let anyone come between him and what he feels he rightfully deserves.

CHANEY:  Well ...

WATTERS:  What?

CHANEY:  I think Caleb Foley may have something to say about that.

[As Brody slowly gets back to his feet, a game Caleb Foley stands behind him with a ladder in each of his hands. Staring back into the eyes of the much bigger Windham Brody, he outstretches a leg and draws an imaginary line across the center of the ring.]

CHANEY:  Caleb Foley drawing a line in the sand. Figuratively and Literally.

[And with not an ounce of intimidation in his body, Caleb Foley turns his back to Windham Brody and picks up one of the ladders that he is holding - inverting it and weaving it upside-down between the top, middle, and bottom ropes so it stands firmly. As he begins the process, a curious Windham Brody takes note and uses the other ladder on the apron to do the same across the ring.]

WATTERS:  What are they doing?

CHANEY:  I have no idea. I've never seen anything quite like this.

[With the ladders trapped in the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, a more "bad ass" Caleb Foley awaits Windham Brody to turn around before gesturing towards him as if to say "Are you ready to do this?" A confused Windham Brody starts to inquire as to what he is thinking, but Foley charges forward and puts his forearms to the chest of The Big Man and drives him backwards like a lineman and into the steel ladder.]

C L A N K ! ! !

CHANEY:  WOAH!

[Arching his back some in pain, Windham Brody looks back at Caleb Foley with a bit of surprise on his face. But before Foley has much of an opportunity to gloat, Windham Brody wraps a hand around his throat and drives him backwards into the ladder on _his_ side of the ring.]

C L A N K ! ! !

WATTERS:  Well I'll be damned! Looks like we have a little bit of a stand-off on our ha- FOLEY CHARGES!!!

C L A N K ! ! !

CHANEY:  He lifts Brody and drives him right back into the ladde-

C L A N K ! ! !

WATTERS:  Brody pushes Foley back by the should-

C L A N K ! ! !

CHANEY:  FOLEY!

C L A N K ! ! !

CHANEY:  BRODY!

C L A N K ! ! !

WATTERS:  BACK AND FORTH!

C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !

[The two men give up on finesse and instead rely on brute force as they drive each other back and forth into the sturdy ladders. Each shot having its intended effect as it breaks the other man down, the solid steel catching them in the spine and between the shoulder blades. Each deliberate short making this crowd even more raucous.]

CHANEY:  I don't even want to talk. I just want to listen to the carnage.

[But the carnage may be over, as both men pause on their side of the ring and double over, a mixture between the damage done to their spin and being winded from the exertion of their stand-off.]

WATTERS:  This might be one of the most barbaric. One of the most primitive things that I have ever seen.

CHANEY:  I can't argue with you the- FOLEY CHARGES!

C L A N K ! ! !

WATTERS:  Here we go again!

C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !
C L A N K ! ! !

[Both men continue to push each other into the steel, before finally they both collapse face first to the canvas in a heap. Almost immediately The Phoenix explodes with cheers once again.]

CHANEY:  What a WAR we are witnessing! There is not a man left standing - but SOMEBODY has to claim that opportunity. Somebody has to become Top Contender. Somebody has to-

[But the words of the announcer are drowned off by the quick turn of the crowd. Their once rowdy cheers turn to universally deafening boos as the camera pans down the aisle. All their hatred is focused on one individual. Their venom directed on one man as he makes his way back out through the curtain.]

CHANEY:  Well I will be damned!

WATTERS:  TIBERIUS NIXON IS HERE AT SHOWTIME!!!

[With a fecal consuming grin that stretches from ear to ear, an excited Tiberius Nixon struts his way down the aisle at a rapid pace. Arriving at ringside, he drops down to his knees alongside a wiped out Johnny Psychotic and fans him in an attempt of reviving him. Psychotic begins to stir, but it isn't fast enough for his liking. Popping up to his feet, Nixon looks at the ladder, looks at Psychotic, and begins to slip his suit jacket off.]

CHANEY:  You don't think?

WATTERS:  I have no idea. Would it count?

[Sliding underneath the bottom rope, Nixon grabs the lower rungs of the one standing ladder and pulls it out to the center of the ring.]

WATTERS:  Finally! Somebody realizes that a ladder is more than just something that you beat your opponents with. Somebody is going to climb the damn thing!

[And that is exactly what Tiberius Nixon does, all the while screaming to get the attention of Johnny Psychotic. Frustrated, he scurries up the ladder a bit quicker, hoping that he doesn't have to explore the loophole of grabbing the Top Contendership for himself.]

CHANEY:  Nixon is up on top of the ladder!

WATTERS:  DO IT FOR PSYCHOTIC!!!

[Nixon bits his lip a bit nervously and reaches skyward towards the clipboard that hangs overhead, holding the contract. But just as his fingertips tap the casing, he notices a figure climbing up onto the ring apron.]

WATTERS:  OH NO!!!

[We quickly learn that despite this being a "LIVE" show, a delay is in effect as a censored block flashes over the mouth of Tiberius Nixon as he says "Oh F[bleep]" pretty clearly. Carefully he sits down atop the ladder and begins to beg and plead with the man on the apron.]

CHANEY:  SAGAWA IS UP!!!

[Looking around The SCW Arena, SAGAWA backs in the adulation of the crowd as Nixon folds his hands in prayer, saying the word "Please" over and over again. SAGAWA however just smiles from ear to ear, anticipating whatever sick thought is formulating in his mind. With his eyes transfixed on Nixon, he reaches down with one hand and produces a ladder. Placing the folded ladder against the inside buckle, SAGAWA slowly and deliberately begins to ascend towards the top buckle.

Meanwhile, Johnny Psychotic rolls into the ring rather slowly and crawls into a position between his foe, SAGAWA, and his confidant. With the assistance of the ladder, The Human Heart Attack pulls himself to a vertical base and points a warning finger towards The Kochi Cannibal.]

CHANEY:  Look at Psychotic, coming to the aid of Tiberius Nixon. A man, who a few weeks ago was absolutely bludgeoned by SAGAWA with a fork.

[But the look in the eyes of Psychotic is stern, as the camera catches his words.]

PSYCHOTIC:  So help me .. I .. will .. kill .. you!

WATTERS:  He kinda tried that once before.

[Reaching into his boot, SAGAWA pulls out a fork and throws it into the ring at the feet of Johnny Psychotic. Then, in crystal clear English, The Aokigahara Angel of Death says two words ...

Try it.

The fans close enough to hear it go absolutely berserk, but Psychotic decides to take him up on the challenge and reaches down to scoop up the fork. But as he gets himself back to a vertical base, SAGAWA places a foot on one of the upper runs of his folded ladder and pushes off the top turnbuckle as he goes for a ride.]

CHANEY:  SAGAWA IS RIDING THAT LADDER RIGHT TOWARDS JOHNNY PSYCHOTIC!!!!

[Seeing the impeding doom coming, Johnny Psychotic covers his head and neck and braces for impact, as SAGAWA leaps from the ladder and extends an arm that connects across the chest of Tiberius Nixon. As the two men collide, Nixon goes flipping backwards off the ladder and down towards the mat as the body of The Human Heart Attack gets sandwiched between to solid steel ladders.]

WATTERS:  A LADDER ASSISTED DOOMSDAY DEVICE TO TIBERIUS NIXON!!!

CHANEY:  BUT PSYCHOTIC WAS BETEEN THE LADDERS!!!

[SAGAWA quickly pulls himself back to his feet by the ropes and stands over the fallen body of Nixon, bit behind him a buzz builds as the camera picks up a shot of Johnny Psychotic getting back to his feet much quicker than The Kochi Cannibal anticipated.]

WATTERS:  Psychotic is up!

CHANEY:  TURN AROUND SAGAWA!!!

WATTERS:  SAGAWA turns but here comes Psychotic!!! He charges with a clothesline and SAGAWA up and ove- NO!!!!!

CHANEY:  SAGAWA's neck is pinned in the ropes! The Wildman from Japan is hung in the ropes - and DEAR GOD!!!

WATTERS:  PSYCHOTIC HAS THE FORK!!!

[There is no pomp and circumstance. There is no building anticipation. Like a man incensed with rage, Johnny Psychotic lifts the form and drives it down into the forehead of his long time foe again and again ... the metal tines digging into the fleshy tissue of his scalp ... again and again ... and again ... and again ... and again.

Each piston-like shot with the fork is accentuated by an exhale from The Human Heart Attack, the second or third shot managing to draw blood, but doing nothing to calm the ire of The Bastard of Long Island.]

CHANEY:  Psychotic is out of control! I feel like we say this every other week, but it still holds true! Someone from the back get out here and stop this!

WATTERS:  I don't know if they can?!?!?

[A close up camera shot shows the thick red blood adoring the face of SAGAWA once again, as finally a host of officials manage to talk a heavily breathing and red faced Johnny Psychotic down. But the energy running through Psychotic's body is pure adrenaline, and as he turns around he takes notice of Windham Brody as he has gotten to his knees and started to scale the ladder.]

CHANEY:  Officials are out here to check on SAGAWA, but we still have a match going on! Windham Brody realized that and he is almost on top of the ladder!

WATTERS:  I would NOT want to be in Johnny Psychotic's way right now!

CHANEY:  Psychotic with a forearm to the small of Brody's back! And another!

[The shots to the lower back only accentuate the damage done by the ladder shots earlier, and Brody arches back some as Johnny Psychotic hooks one of his legs and his neck and pulls him into a Torture Rack style backbreaker.]

WATTERS:  MY LORD! That is nearly three hundred and twenty pounds across the shoulders of Johnny Psychotic right now - who is starting to spin!

CHANEY:  Pure adrenaline! He is spinning with that massive man on his shoulders and if he wasn't as fired up as he is right now, I don't know if he - 

[Using the momentum from the spinning, Johnny Psychotic lowers his head causing the body of Windham Brody to swing out and come crashing down across one of the ladders that lies in the ring.]

CHANEY:  ... SPIN DOCTOR ONTO THE STEEL!!!!

WATTERS:  This is your moment! Get that monkey off your back named SAGAWA and claim that Top Contender Spot! 

CHANEY:  That is what he is going for! 

[Nodding his head confidently, Johnny Psychotic manages to start to scale the ladder - but as he does another figure starts to climb from the other side. Hand over hand. Rung over run. The Human Heart Attack hits the top of the ladder only to look into the eyes of ...]

WATTERS:  IT'S CALEB FOLEY!!!!

[The crowd goes bonkers]

CHANEY:  It is like everyone is still in the running here! Foley with a shot to the jaw of Johnny Psychotic who just waves it off. Now a shot from Psychotic to Foley!

WATTERS:  Both men exchanging blows across the peak of the ladder as that change. That opportunity dangling just a few mere inches above their head!

PSYCHOTIC!
FOLEY!
PSYCHOTIC!
FOLEY!
PSYCHOTIC!
FOLEY!
PSYCHOTIC!
PSYCHOTIC!
PSYCHOTIC!

CHANEY:  Foley hanging on to the top of that ladder, but Psychotic in control! I don't know what else Foley has in him, as Psychotic is reaching for the clipboard!

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CHANEY:  His fingers are touching it!

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WATTERS:  SAGAWAAAAAAAA!!!!!

[His face covered in his life juices, SAGAGA springboards off the top rope and through the air, wrapping his arm around the neck of Johnny Psychotic and shifting all his weight into the throat. As he does, Psychotic's fingers brush against the clipboard once again and sends it swinging.]

CHANEY:  He had it! Psychotic had that contract in his grips and now SAGAWA is reaching up for that extended arm and pulling it backwards!

WATTERS:  SAGAWA going DEEP into his playbook, as he pulls that arm back into a chicken wing. Most people know this as a Cross-Faced Chickenwing, but to fans of The Kochi Cannibal it is known simple as Zonbimeka .. or The Zombie Maker.

[The camera picks up the look of rage on the face of Johnny Psychotic, as his fingers are pulled further and further away from that contract, and twisted behind his own back. The tone of Psychotic's face going from red, to almost purple as SAGAWA wrenches on the hold.]

WATTERS:  They said it before .. But these two are going to have to legitimately kill one another for this feud to end.

[The legs of Johnny Psychotic start to go a bit slack, as Caleb Foley starts to regain his composure atop the ladder. Looking down at the slumping Psychotic and SAGAWA, he casually shrugs his shoulders and with a cocky smirk on his face he mouths the word "Sorry" before winding up and delivering a Bionic Elbow between the eyes of The Long Islander. Upon impact, the two men spill from the ladder and hit the canvas with a loud thud that leaves one man atop the ladder.]

CHANEY:  Ladies and Gentleman, Caleb Foley has done it! Many thought that he was possible shoe-in to be the very first Lonestar Champion - but then Pat Gordon Jr happened tonight.

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[Climbing another step, Foley reaches up and wraps his hand around the carbiner and starts to unclasp the clipboard.]

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[And flying through the air comes yet another figure, this one with a forearm directed squarely at the exposed face of Caleb Foley. As his eyes open wide, a Diving Forearm Smash better known as "Damn It!" connects with his teeth, his body being knocked backwards through the air and down to the waiting mat below.]

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CHANEY:  HE CAME FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

[DING! DING! DING!]

WATTERS:  We said this was anybody's game! But when it was all said and done, The Top Contender for the SCW Lonestar Championship is ...

[The crowd leaps to their feet in cheers as "Freed from Desire" by Gala hits the PA System.]

BUFFINGTON:  Your winner of this match and The Top Contender is ... 
  
  
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CHANEY:  What a match-up! It was literally anybody's game until the last minute, but Ladies and Gentleman, Alfie Button has done it! The man made it through the Group Stage unscathed, but then hit a bump in the road ...

WATTERS:  A bump in the road that very well may have helped hand him that victory. Because, if it were NOT for SAGAWA, I think Johnny Psychotic would be looking at that golden opportunity.

CHANEY:  It is all speculation Larry. All we know is that we have officials trying to help all the other competitors to the back, and only one thing needs to be done.

[Inside the ring, Aaron Buffington pulls out a fancy ink pen and passes it to Alfie Button as he climbs back down the ladder to the sound of his theme music and adulation of The SCW Fans. Taking the pen, a smiling Button takes the clipboard and signs his name to the contract. With an ear to ear grin on his face, he holds his trophy high for all to see as flashbulbs explode through-out The Phoenix.

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... and then he doubles over in agony.]

CHANEY:  WHAT THE?!?!?

[As the camera pans back from the doubled over Alfie Button, a figure rises back to a vertical base - content with having placed a firm fist to The Englishman's nether regions. The gasp from the crowd is a mixture of shock, disgust, and confusion as Button's victory ceremony is ruined. Backing up, with a nod of his head, he bails to the floor and starts towards the locker room.]

CHANEY:  Caleb ... How could you?

WATTERS:  Yeah?!? I don't know what to say.

[And seemingly proud of himself, "The Celtic Crippler" undoes the tape from his wrists as he makes his way out of The Phoenix and we fade.]

CHANEY:  I'm totally shocked at that behavior!

WATTERS:  I'm not. How long must a man come close and close and close and always fall short. Then everyone loves him so they expect him to just clap his hands and move on.

CHANEY:  What is wrong with that.



[The screen switches back to the ringside announcers mid discussion.]

WATTERS:  It isn't human, Chaney! You lose, you don't always feel happy for who beat you! You want to win!

CHANEY:  I understand that, but that isn't who Foley is!

WATTERS:  Maybe he feels the need to change! We all can change.

CHANEY:  I hope that isn't the case. I really hope Caleb Foley just had a bad moment there and he keeps on keeping on.

WATTERS:  (mocking) Ahh yes, Caleb. Just be SCW's Joe Dirt and all will be fine.

CHANEY:  You don't have to be rude.

WATTERS:  And he doesn't have to stay stupid! People can change!

CHANEY:  Well I will agree there is some truth to that. Look at the transformation one of the tag teams in our next match has undergone!

WATTERS:  Who?

CHANEY:  Gordon Gaines and the Son of Malta. When he first entered, the Son of Malta looked like the kind of man that only wanted to beat down the man in front of him and move on.

WATTERS:  And Gaines couldn't win a match to save his life!

CHANEY:  Now Malta is mentoring him and Gaines is getting some real traction as well.

WATTERS:  Until tonight when they face a polished tag team on a roll in the Health Fanatics.

CHANEY:  Somner and Matthews have a great reputation as performers and athletes. It is going to be a great test.

WATTERS:  Test? Malta may keep them in this match, but he has to be IN the match. Remember while back Anthony O'Malley never got in the match against the American Revival!

CHANEY:  Meaning?

WATTERS:  A polished tag team knows how to cut the ring off and if they isolate Gaines and keep Malta outside. This may not be much of a match!

CHANEY:  Well it is time to find out, Larry! Let's head to the ring!



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[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, the team of "˜TheEngine" Damon Somner and "The Powerhouse" Greg Matthews

       T H E   H E A L T H   F A N A T I C S ! ! !

[Call on Me plays loudly, blue strobes beating in perfect harmony to the tune. In matching red frat-like jackets from Washington State University, Damon Somner performs several star jumps while Greg Matthews completes the Farmer's Walk, carrying two black cast-iron kettlebells, weighing 20 kilos each.]

[Damon arrives at ringside, rattling off another rapid trio of star jumps before taking a run and a jump onto the apron. The more methodical Matthews takes a wee while to join him, electing to take to the stairs.]

[Now inside, together again, Matthews shows off his muscles as Somner stoops in front, setting off a flurry of fireworks in the process.]

CHANEY:  These two are on a  little streak now and showing off at every turn.

WATTERS:  You ought to be proud of your body and these two are!

CHANEY:  Oh please!

[Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.]

BUFFINGTON:  And their opponents, One man hailing from Eden Prairie, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred-forty-one pounds. His partner hailing from Malta and weighing in at two hundred forty-two pounds. Here are...

             "G O O D"   G O R D O N   G A I N E S

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               T H E   S O N   O F   M A L T A! ! !

[The Maltese anthem plays as the two men step out from behind the curtain to a solid pop. The Son of Malta makes his way out wearing his usual black trenchcoat with a huge white Maltese Cross on the back, while Gaines is wearing his blue wrestling tights and a black suit jacket as he walks down to the ring looking focused as ever. The two enter the ring and raise their arm to the crowd before staring down their opponents.]

CHANEY:  Gaines walked down tot he ring as slow as the Son of Malta. He must really be learning from his mentor, Larry.

WATTERS:  The only good thing about Gaines was his Bon Jovi entrance music and now he's given that away. Very sad.

CHANEY:  THAT is what you are upset about?

WATTERS:  It's a good song, Chaney. I mean come on, it's from Young Guns Two for crying out loud!

CHANEY:  Referee Marshall Noblitt has called for the bell and this one is ready to go.

WATTERS:  It is an underrated movie, you know.

[The bell rings and Somner stays in the ring and turns to see that the Son of Malta has remained in the ring. Referee Marshall Noblitt motions for them to get it on and the two men slowly walk toward each other. Somner is talking, but we can't make out what he says. The two get within a foot or so of each other and Somner just keeps nodding and saying, "You know I'm right" over and over again.]

CHANEY:  Somner is still jawing at the Son of Malta, Larry.

WATTERS:  I'm not sure what he is right about, but one man I certainly wouldn't be taunting is this guy right here. The Son of Malta will seal your fate for you if you aren't careful.

CHANEY:  He is definitely the most skilled in this match.

WATTERS:  Most dangerous for sure.

[Suddenly Malta slaps Somner in the face and it was such an attack that spit flew into the air as the fans erupt.]

CHANEY:  MALTA SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF SOMNER'S MOUTH!

WATTERS:  Well, we warned him.

CHANEY:  Damon Somner paying for his remarks as the Son of Malta is on the attack.

WATTERS:  This is a guy you not only would never want to meet in a dark alley, but rarely want to piss off in a wrestling ring!

[Malta grabs Somner and whips him into the ropes, catching him off the rebound with a clothesline that sends the fitness freak to the canvas with authority. He immediately jumped into the air and drops a knee into the shoulder of Somner.]

CHANEY:  SON OF MALTA TAKING THE FIGHT TO SOMNER WITH THAT KNEE TO THE SHOULDER!!!

WATTERS:  Best way to go after someone who is physically fit is to attack joints.

CHANEY:  You don't think the muscle and fitness protects the joints?

WATTERS:  Give me the best crossfit athlete in the world and if you take out a knee or shoulder, he isn't doing jack squat!

[Son of Malta pulls Somner to his feet and then spins for a heel kick to the stomach that bends him over. Malta grabs Somner's ear and yanks him toward the corner where his partner awaits. The Maltese beast then grabs onto Somner in that corner and begins delivering knees to each side of his ribs.]

CHANEY:  Son of Malta showing Damon Somner what it means to be a Maltese Brute!

WATTERS:  Somner's lack of fat actually causing those knee strikes to hurt more. When you don't have padding, you open yourself up.

CHANEY:  So it is better to be larger in the wrestling ring?

WATTERS:  In my experience, bigger is ALWAYS better.

CHANEY:  Oh goodness.

WATTERS:  What?

[Malta tags Gordon Gaines into the match and Noblitt makes the signal for a legal tag. Gaines steps in and Malta holds Somner's arm up in the traditional style, allowing Gaines to kick him square in those left ribs. Gaines immediately locks on that side headlock Malta has been teaching him.]

CHANEY:  Gordon Gaines in and he LOCKS ON THE SATAN OF SIDE HEADLOCKS!!!

WATTERS:  Malta is really teaching this kid something, if he can master this hold.

CHANEY:  What makes this hold so devastating, Larry?

WATTERS:  Well it does a few things. It cuts oxygen down from the brain, it forces the head down and restricts blood flow, and honestly it is not something most guys worry about defending because so often it is an easy escape.....but not this one!

[Gaines is maintaining the headlock as Malta continues giving instruction from the corner, even motioning how to cinch the hold tighter. Gaines follows instruction and with each flex, Somner's arm flies out as if signaling pain. The crowd cheers each time Gaines tightens the hold.]

CHANEY:  You are right, Larry. Gaines is really working that headlock now.

WATTERS:  Malta is one of those guys that you may not hate, but you have to respect his ability.

CHANEY:  Respect? Is this Larry Watters I'm sitting next to?

WATTERS:  I'm capable of respect. I think he's an idiot for teaching this kid his knowledge instead of using it to mow through people, but I can respect what he can do in there.

[Somner's arms seem to be lowering as the headlock is having an effect. Suddenly Matthews rushes in and smacks his forearm against the back of Gordon's head, forcing a break of the hold. Noblitt goes postal, yelling at Matthews to leave even as the fresher Fanatic is sliding under the ropes to leave. The fans boo loudly at this attack.]

CHANEY:  MATTHEWS DOES A DRIVE BY TO BREAK THE HOLD!!!

WATTERS:  He wasn't driving, Chaney!

CHANEY:  You know what I mean! He ran into the ring just to break that hold and got out as fast as he got in!

WATTERS:  That's what she said! I'm here all night folks!

[Somner is shaking the cobwebs out of his head when Gaines rushes to regain control, only for Somner to duck his arms and somersault toward his corner and tag Matthews into the match. Matthews leaps over the top rope and grabs Gaines as fast as possible, lifting him for a belly-to-belly suplex. Malta is seen just shaking his head watching Gaines get caught.]

CHANEY:  Somner tags Matthews into the match now and that belly-to-belly suplex looked nasty!

WATTERS:  These two are a well-oiled tag team machine, Chaney. You can't throw two singles guys together and expect the same mechanics in a tag match.

CHANEY:  Is it that difficult?

WATTERS:  Depends on the guys, but remember both Gaines and Malta have been singles for their entire career. Expect growing pains here.

[Matthews continues his assault as he dead lifts Gaines up into the air for a German suplex. He maintains his hold and rolls through for a second one, and then a third one. The third one, he releases and Gaines lands awkwardly as the fans boo loudly.]

CHANEY:  MATTHEWS WITH A TRIO OF GERMAN SUPLEXES AND GAINES IS IN TROUBLE!

WATTERS:  I told you, Chaney, a well-oiled machine!

CHANEY:  Greg Matthews in control and look at him do those push ups. The crowd is hating on him for it!

WATTERS:  You always hate what is better than you. That is partly why I'm so misunderstood!

[Matthews does five very fast push ups, showing off his fitness, and then taunts the crowd a little as Somner points to him and praises his athleticism. Greg then pulls Gaines to his feet and lifts Gordon into the air with a Gory Special before dropping him with a sit out power bomb.]

CHANEY:  NASTY POWERBOMB BY MATTHEWS!!!

WATTERS:  This one is over!

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CHANEY:  GAINES GETS A SHOULDER UP IN THE NICK OF TIME!!!

WATTERS:  Malta is just shaking his head in agony out there. I bet he can't believe he put his undefeated record on the line to team with this moron!

CHANEY:  It doesn't look like that at all, Larry!

WATTERS:  My eyes aren't wrong, Chaney. He's beside himself!

[Matthews gets to his feet and stares at Noblitt, who defiantly holds up two fingers to Greg's face. Matthews shakes his head and pulls Gaines up, lifting him again with a belly-to-belly lift, but this time releases mid suplex to send Gaines into the turnbuckles with a nasty thud. The crowd and Son of Malta are both vexed by this impact.]

CHANEY:  GAINES IS SENT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES LIKE A RAG DOLL!!!

WATTERS:  The Health Fanatics are showing what it means to dabble into the deepest tag division in the wrestling world!

CHANEY:  But didn't Davey-Boy and Keegan win the titles tonight on their first try in the division?

WATTERS:  There are always exceptions to the rule, Chaney, but never more than one and that was the one!

[Matthews tags Damon Somner back into the match and then drops Gaines with an atomic drop, leaving him prone for his partner. Somner takes advantage of it by grabbing his head and snapping him over before driving his forearm into the back of his neck as hard as he can.]

CHANEY:  Somner back in and staying in control!

WATTERS:  The longer this lasts, the less change Gaines has to mount any comeback. That is what tag team wrestling is about!

CHANEY:  You weren't a tag team wrestler, Larry.

WATTERS:  I was THE wrestler of my day, Chaney. I know stuff. Why do you think they have me here at this table?

CHANEY:  Pity?

WATTERS:  Jealous?

[Somner points over to Son of Malta and taunts him about how awful his partner is conditioned. Malta simply makes a motion for him to come over and say that, but Somner instead grabs the left arm of Gaines and puts it in a hammer lock forcing his face into the canvas. He starts driving knees into the exposed ribs.]

CHANEY:  DAMON SOMNER GOING OFF WITH THOSE KNEES!!!

WATTERS:  He is doing what he has to do, but he better watch out the taunting as Malta shouldn't be trifled with!

CHANEY:  Gaines is taking an awful lot of punishment.

WATTERS:  And it won't end soon if they work like they should in there!

[Somner pulls on the hammerlock and manages to get Gaines to his feet before grabbing the larger man and lifting him into the air for a hammerlock slam. He then jumps into the air and hits a legdrop on that arm before Gaines had a chance to take it from the hammerlock position. The fans boo loudly as Somner gets back to his feet and does a set of jumping jacks.]

CHANEY:  Somner continues taking it to Gaines and now does jumping jacks to show off!

WATTERS:  These two are in utter control. They are ready to finish it off.

CHANEY:  They better finish it off soon because all of this trolling in there is going to get them caught and exposed for a beatdown.

WATTERS:  I just love you have this extreme belief that the weak can still overcome.

[Somner shakes off after the exercises and reaches to pull Gaines to his feet. Gaines looks really rough as Damon grabs him and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Somner leaps for a cross body, but misses as Gaines drops to the mat and rolls under, before popping up just in time to slap the hand of the Son of Malta and tag him in. The crowd cheers the exchange.]

CHANEY:  GAINES MAKES THE TAG AND HERE COMES THE SON OF MALTA!!!

WATTERS:  This could be bad.

CHANEY:  I told you.

WATTERS:  Shut up, Chaney!

[Malta rushes in and nails a superstar kick to Somner, and then turns and hits a high knee to a charging Greg Matthews. He then lands a lariat on Somner, then one on Matthews. He grabs Matthews and whips him so hard into the corner that he actually goes over the top rope and out of the ring. The crowd is cheering loudly as he cleans house.]

CHANEY:  DOWN GOES SOMNER, DOWN GOES MATTHEWS AGAIN!!!  Son of Malta is showing how strong he truly is!!!

WATTERS:  I've never doubted his ability and the Fanatics are paying for their mistake.

CHANEY:  I thought you said they were finishing this one off?

WATTERS:  I hate having myself quoted back to me like that.

[Malta returns to Somner and pulls him up and into position to lift him from behind. He connects with an avalanche belly-to-belly suplex that drives Somner into the canvas with authority as the crowd begins to chant for Malta.]

CHANEY:  The crowd behind the Maltese Beast as he drives Somner into the mat!

WATTERS:  Somner has been talking a lot this match and most of it directed at Malta. Maybe not the smartest move.

CHANEY:  I agree because one he got in there, Somner has been toast!

WATTERS:  Well, he still has opportunity to escape, but it was a bad decision to taunt someone like Malta in there.

[The Maltese Warrior grabs Somner and locks on his double undercut cross face submission hold. Somner has nowhere to go in the center of the ring and after about three seconds, Noblitt starts signaling for the bell.]

CHANEY:  MALTESE CROSS!!!  HE LOCKED IT IN AND THIS ONE IS OVER!!!

WATTERS:  Son of Malta was a man possessed in there! The moment he got back in the match, this one was over.

CHANEY:  And how! Somner submitted seconds after getting locked in that hold.

WATTERS:  Well in that hold it is either submit or potentially get injured in areas that could hurt careers!

[Malta releases the hold and Somner drops down to the mat like a ton of bricks. Gaines enters the ring and lifts the arm of his mentor and partner as the crowd cheers their names being announced as victors.]

CHANEY:  Victorious in their tag team debut! The Son of Malta and Gordon Gaines. Do you think they will continue tag teaming?

WATTERS:  Not sure. It is a difficult division to break into strongly right now.

CHANEY:  I wouldn't ever bet against these two at this point.

WATTERS:  They surprised tonight, but the surprise is gone now. The SCW tag teams will now know what they have to offer and the road would be more difficult from here.

[Screen cuts away.]



[The feed cuts to the outside of the arena, where Boss Hogg is seen ushering his two charges out, giving them an earful as he does so.]

HOGG:  How many times I gotta tell y'all to be careful out there? Y'all saw what just happened back there! What if I wasn't there to save y'all's sorry behinds? AGAIN?

[To their credit, the two Assassinz do appear contrite as they let Hogg lead them towards his, well, hog, parked not far away. As they approach the vehicle, however, their attitude changes from a humble sagging of the shoulders to a posture of tense fright, as they spot something off-screen. A moment later, the roar of an engine steadily approaching is heard from somewhere off-camera, as Destruktor yells out.]

DESTRUKTOR:  BOSS, LOOK O---

[The smallest of the two Assassinz never finishes his warning, however, as he is toppled off-balance by Hogg, who has pushed him and Destruktor out of the way of the oncoming vehicle. A moment later, a sickening CRACK reveals the big man's reward for his efforts, eliciting a horrified scream from his two charges.]

BOTH:  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Brutalizer and Destruktor run over to their fallen mentor, whom they are quick to check on. As they kneel beside the groaning Hogg, the SUV responsible for the deed can be seen slowing down directly behind them, lingering just long enough for an arm to lean out the window and give the two Assassinz the bird. As it does so, someone – presumably the driver – toots the vehicle's horn, producing not the usual honking sound, but rather a familiar melody. The Stars and Stripes Forever echoes through the night air as the segment pulls away from the unfortunate trio.]

[The screen cuts away.]



[We return to the view of our ringside announcers, both with confused and worried looks on their faces.]

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

CHANEY:  Did what we just saw actually happen? Boss Hogg seems to have been ran over and that music sounded familiar!

WATTERS:  There are tons of people who listen to patriotic music!  This is 'Merica after all!

CHANEY:  We all know who did this! It was Lexi Darlington's crew!

WATTERS:  You cannot prove that! You saw nothing! None of us saw anything!

CHANEY:  I swear if we hear anybody say they did it for Lexi, I'll be disappointed!

WATTERS:  You won't because that lady had NOTHING to do with it!

CHANEY:  I don't know how to explain much more, so let's just go ahead and get to the main event.

WATTERS:  It all comes down to this right here! Lonestar Title Match!

CHANEY:  Darring versus Gordon! All night we have talked about their path toward each other and now we see it has come true.

WATTERS:  A month ago, Darring defeated Gordon to win the Group of Death in the first stage of the tournament. That was a big victory, but he had to really pull out the stops to do it. And you know what they say...

CHANEY:  I really don;t.

WATTERS:  It is hard to beat somebody too many times in a row. It is like when teams from the ame divisions meet in the playoffs and one of them swept the two regular seasons games. It is hard to win three straight.

CHANEY:  The plague of knowing your opponent well?

WATTERS:  Exactly!

CHANEY:  You really think Darring will struggle with that?

WATTERS:  Perhaps. The guy is a legend and he has skills for years, but it is recent and Gordon is a very fast learner.

CHANEY:  I'm sure it goes both ways. Darring would be smart to change up what he does and he may have to after that arm looked worse for wear after the semifinal.

WATTERS:  It all adds up to a Pat Gordon victory in my eyes.

CHANEY:  I think Darring overcomes. But you know there is only one way to know for sure.

WATTERS:  The table is set and its time for the main dish!

CHANEY:  That's right! Let's head to the ring for our main event! Time to crown a champion!



[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]








[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.]

BUFFINGTON:  Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!

[The crowd erupts in cheers.]

BUFFINGTON:  This match this match is set for one fall and is for the SCW LONESTAR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

[More cheers.]

BUFFINGTON:  Introducing first, now residing in Muskogee, Oklahoma, representing El Cartel de Loco, standing five feet and eleven and a half inches, weighing in at 247 pounds... 

        P  A  T    G  O  R  D  O  N,
 
             J  U  N  I  O  R  !  !  !

[The Oklahoma University fight song, “Boomer Sooner,” blares into the arena. Pat Gordon, Junior steps into the arena, carrying his black duffel bag over his shoulder. The crowd boos as he marches toward the ring. He enters the ring and stands resolute as the fans give him some heel heat.]

CHANEY:  Gordon looks ready to bring home some gold.

WATTERS:  I hope he does. The hardest working man in wrestling should be the first champion of SCW.

CHANEY:  You think that alone is worthy?

WATTERS:  It is better than almost all other prospects. At least for me! The Cartel will have all the gold!

[Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.]

BUFFINGTON:  And his opponent! from Miami, Florida... Standing at six feet, four inches and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... he is…

          "T H E   L E G E N D"

                   S E A N   D A R R I N G   ! ! !

[The fans begin to cheer as green mist emerges from the back.  "The Legend" Sean Darring walks through the mist as he walks down the aisle way.  Decked out in a full-blown golden robe with the words "The Legend" written in silver glitter letters.]The fans reach across their seats and into the aisle way trying to the legend.  Sean Darring stops along the way to greet young fans and spend a few seconds with them as he continues towards the ring.]

CHANEY:  Darring was thought to be too old and yet here he is in the main event!

WATTERS:  Count out a man like Darring and it could cost you, but two matches in a single night for a man this age is really pushing it.

[Finally, after what felt like a long few minutes, The Legend steps between the ropes and into the squared circle. Sean greets the fans. He turns one final time with his long elegant robe and raises his arms bringing the fans to their feet.]

CHANEY:  He survived Sagawa in the semifinal, though his arm did take a beating.

WALTERS:  That arm may not hold up as well as many hope, Chaney

[The robe comes off and Sean Darring takes in a massive ovation from the crowd before he folds the robe up and tosses it aside to a stagehand. He stares toward Gordon with a "we meet again" look on his face. The referee motions for him to stand to a corner as he awaits his opponent.]

CHANEY:  Well they are in the ring and referee Barry Snider is calling for the bell!

WATTERS:  Let's get it on!

[DING! DING! DING!!!]

CHANEY:  These two met just a few weeks ago and it all comes back down to these two!

WATTERS:  Not a shock. They were the survivors of the Group of Death and it is only fitting they meet for the title!

CHANEY:  And after both managed victories in semifinal matches earlier tonight!

WATTERS:  That just means that this match could have an even worse physical toll with the expended energy and strength earlier

[Darring and Gordon circle a bit as both know this won't be like their last encounter. Gordon  takes a swipe, but Darring dodges it as they continue to circle. Finally they tie up, and after a little back and forth, shove each other away. The fans are eating this up as the two men return to circling slowly in the ring.]

CHANEY:  No opening there as both men attempted the same thing.

WATTERS:  They are both technicians of the highest order, so expect a lot of that in this one!

CHANEY:  They managed to defeat brawlers and all manners of men on their way to this match and it seems as though they are mirror images of each other.

WATTERS:  They are! And it is showing here early!

[They finally tie up again and Darring gets a side headlock on Gordon, but Pat reaches and pulls the hair. He uses that hand full of hair to gain control and shove Darring into the ropes, but Darring rebounds and drops Gordon with a shoulder block. Gordon right back up, but Darring hip tosses Gordon back to the mat and with such a fury that Gordon slides out of the ring to the fans' delight.]

CHANEY:  DARRING RETURNIGN FIRE AND GORDON IS OUTSIDE!!!

WATTERS:  These two know the ring well, getting a leg up won't be easy.

CHANEY:  Not when they both are such strong ring generals that they know where they are at every turn.

WATTERS:  Gordon knows he is safer out there right now. That is why he allowed Darring to get that attack in.

CHANEY: Allowed?

WATTERS:  I call it like I see it.

[Darring stalks in the ring, flexing out that arm that he is still favoring after the semifinal match as Gordon walks around angry at the openign exchange. Finally Pat slides back into the ring and the two men lock up again, and just like before Gordon grabs the hair ou tof a side headlock and whips Darring into the ropes. Darring rebounds and grabs the hand of Gordon, leaping to wrap his legs around the right arm.]

CHANEY:  CRUCIFIX PIN ATTEMPT BY DARRING!!!

WATTERS:  This can't happen!

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CHANEY:  Gordon escapes!

WATTERS:  It was a tad quick, even for a vet like Darring.

CHANEY:  You take your shots the best you can and wherever they open up to you. Darring saw an opening!

WATTERS:  Pat Gordon is just too good to take down fast and quick like that!

[Gordon is back to his feet immediately and Darring grabs him with a side headlock and takes him to the canvas, driving him into the mat with the hold. Pat reaches and pulls on the hair again and actually yanks Sean all the way down to a near pin, but referee Barry Snider catches it and tells him to let go, allowing Darring to solidify that hold again.]

CHANEY:  Pat Gordon uses the hair and Snider is quick to jump on that!

WATTERS:  He is doing what he has to do in order to get out of this choke hold and stay in the match!

CHANEY:  It isn't a choke hold, Larry! He has a legitimate headlock on there.

WATTERS:  Oh please! You can't see the elbow under the chin there? Straight up illegal!

[Gordon gets to a knee and then pulls the hair again to get all the way to his feet and start another whip, but Darring finally has had enough and pulls Gordon's hair in return, yanking him back down to the canvas with that headlock. The fans cheer Darring fighting fire with fire.]

CHANEY:  DARRING GIVING A LITTLE BIT BACK TO GORDON!!!

WATTERS:  Also known as cheating his ass off in there!

CHANEY:  Oh come on!

WATTERS:  Open your eyes, Chaney!

[The hold is maintained even with Gordon reaching and pulling on the hair. Each time Gordon goes for the hair, referee Barry Snider is there to smack Pat's hand and yell for him to let go.]

CHANEY:  Snider again keeping Gordon from grabbing the hair.

WATTERS:  Protecting Darring. It is clear the referee has an agenda here!

CHANEY:  He's just keeping things fair, Larry!

WATTERS:  And allowing Darring free reign in there!

[Finally the back and forth on the hair gets both men back up to their feet in full. Suddenly, Gordon lands a knee intot he stomach and breaks the hold. He whips Darring into the ropes and misses a lariat attempt only to have Darring leap at him on the rebound in a high cross body.]

CHANEY:  HIGH CROSS BODY BY DARRING OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

WATTERS:  NO!!!!

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CHANEY:  Gordon with authority!!!

WATTERS:  Still too soon! Gordon is just too smart to get caugh like that!

[The kickout rolled Darring all the way under the ropes and out of the ring. Sean doesn't miss a beat, landing on his feet and jumping right back to the ring apron, meeting Gordon and lunging to shoulderblock him in the stomach and grab the ropes, leaping over him for a sunset flip.]

CHANEY:  SUNSET FLIP FROM DARRING!!!  You were saying?

WATTERS: Give it a rest! 

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CHANEY:  Gordon uses his feet to kick at Darring's ears and breaks it up!

WATTERS:  That Pat Gordon is so damn smart!

[Gordon backrolls out of the pin after the earringer with his feet and charges at Darring, who sidesteps the charge and grabs his head, flipping Gordon over once again into a side headlock as both men land on the mat.]

CHANEY:  Darring refusing to let that headlock go! He clamps it on again!

WATTERS:  Gordon has been rumored to have won a match years ago with a twenty-minute headlock!

CHANEY:  That is just urban legend!

WATTERS:  It explains why Darring wants to try to do it to him here tonight! Trying to up the ante!

[Once again Gordon tries reaching for the hair and each time he gets a handful, the referee is there to smack the hand away. However each attempt allows Gordon to get a leg twisted up and start forcing his way back to his feet. Eventually they end up standing, both not wantign to let go, Gordon gains position and manages to get free before landing a knife-edge chop against the ropes.]

CHANEY:  CHOP BY GORDON! THE CROWD RESPONDS AS YOU EXPECT!

WATTERS:  They are just pavlov's sheep!

CHANEY:  wait....sheep? I thought he had a dog?

WATTERS:  Does it matter? Gordon doesn't care if they lap up what he throws down or not. He is in there to win a title and not please these little pukes in the arena tonight. Focus is everything, Chaney!

[Gordon grabs Darring and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound he goes for a boot tot he gut, but Sean catches the foot and holds it there as the fans erupt. Gordon reaches out and tries to slap, but can't get [ast his own extended leg. Finally Darring kicks the other legout from under him and Pat drops to the canvas. Darring has hold of both feet now and the fans want him to attack as Pat struggles.]

CHANEY:  Sean Darring has the wishbone ready, all he has to do is make a wish!

WATTERS:  That shows what kind of man he really is and if he does it, I'll respect him more!

CHANEY:  Why would cheating make you respect him?

WATTERS:  Because he would finally be acting like the man I knew years ago that would do whatever it takes to have the gold around his waist!  I can respect that thinking.

[He finally stomps Gordon in the stomach and throw his legs to the side as the fans erupt. Gordon quickly gets to his feet, but raises his head only to receive a hard right fist from Darring to the side of the head, staggering him back into the corner.]

CHANEY:  Darring teeing off on Gordon.

WATTERS:  Illegal closed fists, I might add to your commentary, Chaney.

CHANEY:  Why point that out when everbody does it?

WATTERS:  Why do you think?

[Darring goes for a whip across the ring, but Gordon reverses it and sends Sean hard back-first into the turnbuckles. Darring hits with a thud and staggers back into a bodyslam by Gordon as the fans erupt in boos.]

CHANEY:  PAT GORDON WITH A SCOOP BODYSLAM OFF THE REBOUND!!!

WATTERS:  The guy is a machine!

[Gordon goes to reach for Darring, but Sean kicks both feet into the air and hits Pat's shoulders and sends him backwards. Both men up quickly and Darring grabs Gordon and performs a scoop bodyslam of his own.]

CHANEY:  DARRING WITH A KICK AND RETURN SLAM FOR GORDON'S TROUBLE!!!

WATTERS:  Back and forth go these two legends of the ring!

CHANEY:  It really is a battle of titans.

WATTERS:  Indeed. A pair of all-time great technicians duking it out in there!

[Darring goes to reach for Pat, but Gordon returns the favor with a double kick up into the shoulder that sends Sean to the mat for a split second and both men are quickly back to their feet. Gordon charges, but Darring sidesteps and sends him over the top rope and to the outside.]

CHANEY:  GORDON GOES FLYING OUT OF THE RING!!!

WATTERS:  There was a time when something like that was an automatic disqualification, Chaney.

CHANEY:  I remember those days, however I don't think a title tournament final would ever be allowed to end that way, do you?

WATTERS:  Not really.

[Gordon walks around outside as the referee begins the obligatory count, but we all know it isn't ending that way. Annoyed, Darring slides out of the ring and rushes behind him on the outside, grabbing him from behind and whipping him back under the ropes and into the ring as the fans cheer.]

CHANEY:  DARRING GETS HIM BACK IN THE RING!!!

WATTERS:  That is the only place this match can end, so it was a smart move.

CHANEY:  Was Pat Gordon trying to exit the match?

WATTERS:  Not at all! Gordon is a fighter! He was just taking a few moments to try and gather himself and get his attack plan forumlated,

[Darring gets into the ring and Gordon immediately starts begging off from his seated position. As Sean takes steps toward him, Pat gets up and leans his upper body between the top and middle ropes in the corner. Darring rushes over and steps onto the middle rope, right fist closed and ready, but Barry Snider pulls him down off the corner as Gordon is in the ropes.]

CHANEY:  Barry Snider forcing Darring away from the corner!

WATTERS:  Doing his job like the head referee ought to do!

CHANEY:  Didn't you just a literally a minute ago say that Snider had an agenda for favoring Darring? How do you explain reacting that way?

WATTERS:  Because he is correcting his behavior right there!

[The two men lock up and Darring pushes Gordon into the corner with the tie up. The moment Pat's back hits the corner, referee Snider rushes in to break the tie up. He pulls to no avail and finally steps in between the men to force the break, Gordon takes this opportunity to plant a hard right hand to Sean's face and drop him. Snider nearly catches him and Gordon tries to convince him he shoved him out.]

CHANEY:  Now Gordon is doing the illegal activity!

WATTERS:  There's that double standard again, Chaney!

CHANEY:  You are the one with the double standard! Tell me that wasn't a bold-faced lie Gordon just told the referee!

WATTERS:  It was his interpretation.

[Gordon pleads his case enough that Snider shrugs and agrees, since he didn't see it himself afterall. Pat then turns and takes two steps and plants a kick into the ribs of Darring as he was trying to get to his feet. The crowd boos the attack.]

CHANEY:  GORDON LOOKING LIKE HE IS TRYING OUT AS AN NFL PLACEKICKER!!!

WATTERS:  That is a fifty yarder right into the ribs of Darring!

CHANEY:  And now the breath is forced out of those lungs and air is not something you can afford to lose in a spot like this!

WATTERS:  You can say that again. Ribs can take shots like that, believe me as I have been both a giver and receiver in that department.

[Gordon pauses and takes measure of everything. He waits for Darring to roll back over a little and  then takes off again and lands another kick to the ribs. This time Darring flips over and rolls out of the ring to the outside. Gordon just smiles and makes the motion on his waist for a title.]

CHANEY:  Gordon showing absolute confidence right now, Larry

WATTERS:  Well you have to know what you can do in there and know you do it well to win a title. He has that kind of knowledge all day long.

CHANEY:  No chance of being over confident?

WATTERS:  There is no such thing when you enter the squared circle. You eithe know you can win or you lose.

[Sean is on the floor trying to regain his breath after those kicks and Gordon exits the ring and goes to him, pulling him to his feet only to drop him to the floor again with a knife-edge chop to the chest. Gordon then steps on the shoulder of Darring's roughed-up arm and gets back into the ring under the bottom rope.]

CHANEY:  PAT GORDON JUNIOR USING DARRING AS A STEP STOOL!!!

WATTERS:  I do love it so! This is the Gordon we deserve as our first champion!

CHANEY:  A guy that literally walks over people to get to the title.

WATTERS:  That is how you show you WANT IT MORE! For crying out loud, Chaney, don't you understand anything?

[Barry Snider gives strong words to Gordon about attacking outside of the ring before he finally begins the mandatory ten count. Darring is pulling himself up by the ring apron to get to his feet, and then begins to stagger around out there once he has stood up.]

CHANEY:  Gordon is ignoring everything Snider is telling him in there.

WATTERS:  He's not breaking a single rule. Is he bending them? Perhaps. But Snider needs to calm down a notch.

CHANEY:  If the shoe was on the other foot, you'd be screaming.

WATTERS:  Not true!

[Darring manages to pull himself up to stand on the ring apron. He has hold of the ropes and looks ready to re-enter the ring, when Gordon walks over and hits another haymaker to the side of his head. This drops Darring hard into the ring apron on the bad arm and he falls the rest of the way to the arena floor.]

CHANEY:  PAT GORDON JUNIOR ATTACKING AND NOT ALLOWING DARRING BACK INTO THE RING!!!

WATTERS:  He is taking advantage of having the high ground. This has been a part of strategy since the dawn of time!

CHANEY:  You can't win a match if you never let the guy into the ring, Larry!

WATTERS:  True, but he can't win either and with a title on the line, you knock them down every time they get set up, period!

[Snider stops the count and really gives Gordon the business about what he just did. All the while Sean is attempting to get back to his feet outside. Snider returns and restarts the ten count (because that's how it goes) and finally Darring gets back onto the ring apron, expending a ton of energy just to get back to his feet up there. Gordon rushes over and shoulder blocks Darring off the ring apron and he lands with that bad shoulder and elbow on the guard railing. The crowd gasps as he hits awkwardly.]

CHANEY:  SHOULDERBLOCK BY GORDON SENDS DARRING INTO THE GUARD RAILING!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!!

WATTERS:  Darring's shoulder took another big shot there and now Gordon has complete control of this situation.

CHANEY:  If he ever lets the man back into the ring! Snider is again giving him all sorts of hell over it.

WATTERS:  He can yell until he is blue in the face, that was all legal.

[Snider really yells at Gordon now about breaking the count and attacking when he should just be staying out of the way. Gordon holds his arms out wide with a sly grin on his face, nodding to the referee that he understands. Darring is struggling to try and regain his footing out on the floor.]

CHANEY:  Gordon really playing it up to the referee now.

WATTERS:  Snider understands that he has to say those things and Gordon fully gets it.

CHANEY:  I'm not so sure this isn't a snow job by Gordon to gain another cheap shot on Darring. That is the only way he has managed to regain control here.

WATTERS:  Stop whining and get over it!

[Snider reads the riot act long enough to Gordon that Darring manages to get onto the apron and step back into the ring. The fans cheer as he re-enters. Gordon pushes past Snider and goes for another right hand, but Darring blocks it and hammers him with a right hand of his own.]

CHANEY:  DARRING WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

WATTERS:  Illegal!  Get in there Snider!

CHANEY:  Fighting fire with fire! Sean Darring isn't allowing this match to get away from him that easily, Larry!

WATTERS:  This only happened because Snider kept Gordon from being able to cut him off as he normally would.

[Darring plants another right hand and then goes for a whipe across the ring. Gordon reverses it and sends Seaninto the corner hard, following him in with intent. Darring grabs the top rope and kicks his legs into the air leapfrogging the rushing Gordon, grabbing him by the waist and yanking back into another roll up attempt.]

CHANEY:  ROLL UP OUT OF THE CORNER!!!

WATTERS:  TRAVESTY!!!

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CHANEY:  NOT ENOUGH AS GORDON MANAGES TO KICK OUT!!!

WATTERS:  Gordon is a freaking beast in there! These two are so evenly matched!

[Darring gets to his knees and turns just as a sitting Gordon throws a nasty right hand that connects with Sean's jaw. Darring is back on the mat as Gordon gets to the ropes and pulls himself back to his feet.]

CHANEY:  Gordon with a nasty right hook that floors Darring again. Neither man is fully up to his feet and they still throw punches!

WATTERS:  That shows you just how bad they want this Lonestar Title!

CHANEY:  It is a war of attrition now!

WATTERS:  Which is a fancy way of saying they are beating the living crap out of each other!

[Gordon, breathing heavy, walks slowly over to Darring and plants a boot square into his forehead. He then reaches and pulls Darring up by the hair and then slams his head with both hands into the top turnbuckle, returning him to the canvas as the crowd gives him major heel heat.]

CHANEY:  Pat Gordon is just attacking in every way he can. I'm not certain he is using any of the technical know-how we coem to expect!

WATTERS:  At a certain point, you usually end up throwing game plans out the window and just fight like a caged animal.

CHANEY:  Gordon is at that point?

WATTERS:  You do what you have to do, Chaney!

[Gordon, smiling slyly, pulls Darring up in the corner again and stands him up straight only to drill him with another knife-edge chop. Gordon then grabs Sean and whips him as hard as he can across the way, where Darring his his back against the turnbuckles with a loud thud and drops back to the mat.]

CHANEY:  WHAT A WHIP BY GORDON AND NOW HE JUST LAYS DOWN ON TOP OF THE LEGEND!!!

WATTERS:  THIS IS IT AND HE KNOWS IT!!!

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CHANEY:  DARRING WITH A SHOULDER UP!!!

WATTERS:  I seriously am doubting Snider can even count to freaking three at this point!

CHANEY:  You know better, Larry.

WATTERS:  If I ask the damn question, then I obviously don't!

[Gordon gets to his feet and stares down Snider for a second. Snider shows him two fingers and Gordon shakes it off. Darring sits up just in time for a rushing Gordon to leap over him and grab his head for a snap neckbreaker. After getting to his feet, Gordon grabs the legs and flips over to turn it into a pin.]

CHANEY:  GORDON FLIPS OVER FOR ANOTHER PIN AND HE HAS BOTH LEGS ON THIS ONE!!!

WATTERS:  FINALLY!!!

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CHANEY:  SEAN DARRING ESCAPES YET AGAIN!!!

WATTERS:  Gordon really is doing everything he can to win that gold!

CHANEY:  And Darring is doing his best as well. These two are throwing everything at each other!

WATTERS:  As it should be!

[Gordon gets right to his feet and stares at Snider, who immediately tells him the shoudler came up and does hand motions to aid his point. Pat rolls his eyes and pulls Darring to his feet, whipping him across the ropes. Darring reverses the whip and drops his head, allowing Gordon to take advantage and hit a kick to the face. Gordon quickly then leaps and hits a dropkick that sends Darring rolling back out of the ring.]

CHANEY:  DROPKICK BY GORDON AGAIN SENDS DARRING TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

WATTERS:  These two are giving it their all and with how tired they are, every shot is like getting hit with a sledge hammer.

CHANEY:  Can Darring get back in that ring, and will Gordon let him.

WATTERS:  That will depend on how anal Snider will be in his officiating.

[Darring gets to his feet outside and starts to go to the ring, but Gordon walks over to those ropes and Darring backs off to avoid another attack. He walks around the corner and starts again, but Gordon is there. The moment Darring turns, Pat gets out of the ring and walks up behind him, spinning him around for another hard right hand.]

CHANEY:  GORDON PASTES HIM RIGH TIN THE FACE AGAIN!!!

WATTERS:  Gordon looking more like a street fighter right there. That is what it means to be from Oklahoma!

CHANEY:  You know he isn't really from there.

WATTERS:  Yes he is! The Buff said so more than once tonight!

[Gordon lands another shot and goes for another, but Darring blocks it and hits a righ thand of his own as the crowd cheers. He kicks a boot to Gordon's gut and turns to try and re-enter the ring. As he gets to the ring apron, Gordon plants a right hand into the kidney area and drops Darring back to the floor as the crowd boos loudly.]

CHANEY:  Gordon hitting a punch that is outlawed in boxing!

WATTERS:  Who cares if it is outlawed in boxing?!?! This is for the top title in, by God Texas, son!

CHANEY:  SO that makes it a good thing?

WATTERS:  Get your head out of your ass, youngster! We have worked together long enough fo ryou to know the truth on that!

[Gordon goes to the corner and climbs onto the ring apron. He looks like he is going to climb the corner and the moment he gets his feet on one of the ropes, Darring is up on the apron and hits him with a forearm shiver to the head.]

CHANEY:  Gordon in teh corner and Darring is up hitting him with a forearm! These two are in dangerous territory!

WATTERS:  An area neither on goes to very often!

CHANEY:  Darring is probably just trying to keep Gordon grounded, but is now finding himself in a bad spot in that corner too!

WATTERS:  This won't end well for one of them.

[The two men trade shots as both men are now standing on opposite sides of the corner and both have their feet on the middle rope. They hit fist after fist against each other as they try to get position in this bad spot to be unsure in.]

CHANEY:  THESE TWO TEEING OFF ON EACH OTHER AS THEY BOTH STAND HIGH UP IN THAT CORNER!!!

WATTERS:  They aren't pulling anything. Somebody will get hurt here!

CHANEY:  Back and forth!

WATTERS:  Haymakers galore!

[Finally both men land nasty shots at almost the exact same time and Darring tumbles over and bounces off the top rope before lnding on the mat. With his counter-balance gone, Gordon also falls forward and ends up hitting the mat also his arm landing on top of Darring.]

CHANEY:  DARRING IS DOWN AND SO IS GORDON AND GORDON LANDS ON TOP!!!

WATTERS:  GET IN THERE SNIDER!!!

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CHANEY:  DARRING GETS HIS HAND ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!

WATTERS:  He wasn't trying to break a pin! That was instinct!

CHANEY:  The instincts of a man who knows how to win a title! Darring is always moving toward the gold!

WATTERS:  Both of these men are spent in there!

[After several seconds, Gordon gets to his feet. He pulls Darring up and slowly moves him into the corner. He gets him into the corner securely and then hauls off and slaps the taste out of Darring's mouth. The crowd erupts in boos at the disrespect.]

CHANEY:  SLAP TO THE FACE OF SEAN DARRING AND YOU CAN SEE TEH SWEAT AND SPIT FLY OFF HIS HEAD!!!

WATTERS:  Gordon is getting another wind here.  He is looking to end this one!

CHANEY:  Gordon showing that side of himself that the Cartel has cultivated in him.

WATTERS:  He's always been a bad ass, Chaney. Where you been?

[Gordon slaps him again and the crowd boos louder. Pat gets right into his face and yells "The belt is mine!" as loud as he can. He then puts his fingers in the fair as tight as he can and jerks out of the corner and flips Darring over by his hair, forcing him awkwardly onto the canvas.]

CHANEY:  PAT GORDON JUNIOR IS A MAN POSSESSED!!!

WATTERS:  Possessed by GOLD! He knows he has to dig deep in order to walk out of Dallas with the Title!

CHANEY:  And he has to act this way because he doesn't have his manager out here to help him cheat either.

WATTERS:  Right......er.....what?

[Snider warns Gordon about the hair pulling and Pat just slyly grins and shrugs him off. He pulls Darring to his feet and whips him across the ring into the ropes. On the rebound, Gordon jumps into the air as Sean passes by and he grabs hima round the head, sinking in a sleeper hold that gets Darring to a knee immediately.]

CHANEY:  SLEEPER HOLD BY GORDON!!!  HE HAS IT LOCKED IN!!!

WATTERS:  That technical savvy showing through again, Gordon taking him down with a technical hold!

CHANEY:  It would take someone with the same acumen for technical wrestling, but I thought he was now using brawling and leaving technical skill behind?

WATTERS:  Don't misunderstand what a man like Gordon can do. The technical is ALWAYS there for use!

[Gordon pushes down on the sleeper hold from the positioning he has and Darring is losing gas quickly. Referee Barry Snider checks on him and goes to touch his arm, but Darring jerks the arm straight into the air and the crowd erupts in cheers that he isn't done yet.]

CHANEY:  DARRING ISN'T GIVING IN AND IT ISN'T CLOSE!!!

WATTERS:  Darring has to be cheating to escape this hold!

CHANEY:  It isn't cheating it is just sheer will! Listen to this sell-out crowd get behind the Legend!

WATTERS:  Their screams give me headaches!

[Gordon tries keeping the hold, but Darring begins getting to his feet. He manages to hit an elbow shot to Gordon's stomach, and then another. The hold releases and Darring propels himself back off the ropes and into the air going for another cricifix, but Gordon stops it and drops him with a slam to the canvas.]

CHANEY:  GORDON REVERSES THE CRICIFIX INTO A STRAIGHT DROP AVALANCHE SLAM!!!

WATTERS:  And he stays there for a pin!

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CHANEY:  DARRING GETS A SHOULDER UP!

WATTERS:  Thsi man just won't die! He keeps surviving time after time!

CHANEY:  That is what Legends are made of, Larry. I figured you might understand that.

WATTERS:  I don't like the tone you said that with, Chaney.

[Gordon is sitting up and looks at Snider, who again motions two fingers. Pat shakes his head and gets to his feet. He pulls Darring up and shoves him into the corner, delivering a knife-edge chop that sounds wicked. He hits another chop and then another.]

CHANEY:  Gordon literally chopping Darring down in that corner!!!

WATTERS:  And Snider letting the man do his job in there instead of breaking everytime somebody touches a damn rope!

CHANEY:  You have to let that go, Larry.

WATTERS:  I'll let it go when Gordon holds that strap up high!

[Pat then grabs Darring by the head and leads him out of the corner and into an Irish whip. Gordon puts so much into the whip that he falls down as he releases and Darring hits the turnbuckles in the corner chest-first and after the loud thud falls back to the mat.]

CHANEY:  THE NASTIEST IRISH WHIP EVER THERE AS DARRIGN HITS HARD!!!

WATTERS:  Gordon covers!

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CHANEY:  DARRING WITH A SHOULDER UP!!!

WATTERS:  Even with his chest caved in, he manages to get a shoulder up. It is a miracle!

[Gordon gets to his feet and starts yelling how this is "in the bag" and the crowd responds with boos.]

CHANEY:  Gordon still showing that confidence.

WATTERS:  He believes, Chaney. Yous hould too.

CHANEY:  We shall see when this one is over, as Darring is far from finished.

WATTERS:  It's truly in the bag, Chaney. Believe the man!

[Gordon back over and he starts pulling Sean up, but Darring plants a fist to the stomach to end momentum. He gets to his feet and hits another punch to the bread basket. Darring grabs Gordon and hits an inverted atomic drop that staggers Gordon into the corner as the crowd erupts in cheers.]

CHANEY:  INVERTED ATOMIC DROP!!!

WATTERS:  That will hurt your celebration plans!

CHANEY:  Gordon is in serious trouble now as Darring is the one getting another wind in there!

WATTERS:  These two are so even, it is a bookie's nightmare match!

[Darring grabs Gordon by the hair and proceeds to return the favor by yanking him out of teh corner by it and flipping him over to the canvas. The force is so great that Pat ends up under the bottom rope and crotched against the steel ring post.]

CHANEY:  HOLD THAT POUND OF AUNT'S BETTY'S NUT BUTTER RIGHT THERE, PAT!!!

WATTERS:  That shouldn't be allowed!

CHANEY:  You can't control how far someone goes when you hit them hard enough! Gordon caused that.

WATTERS:  Give me a break!

[Darring moves over and pulls Pat to his feet, grabbing him and putting him in suplex position. He pauses to gather strength and then lifts him high into the air before dropping him with a vertical suplex. The crowd starts chanting for the Legend as this connects.]

CHANEY:  VERTICAL SUPLEX BY DARRING!!!  I think he is tuning up for the Legend Lock!

WATTERS:  No way he gets that locked onto Pat Gordon!

[Darring pulls Gordon up and grabs him from the side and lifts him off the mat before dropping him across his right knee.]

CHANEY:  BACK BREAKER BY DARRING.  This could be it!

WATTERS:  He won't get it locked.  No way. Gordon is too good and too prepared.

CHANEY:  You can be prepared all you want and knwo its coming. If a guy liek Darring wants to lock you down, he can do it.

WATTERS:  Not Gordon. I refuse to think that will happen!

[Darring is taking a moment to get his breath back as Gordon is still attemting to move and roll over. Sean goes over and pulls Gordon up and yanks his head back from behind into inverted DDT position. Darring cracks a slight smile as he walks to the corner and steps back onto the second rope. He leaps and spins Gordon around for in inverted spike DDT.]

CHANEY:  INVERTED SPIKE DDT BY DARRING AND HE HAS THIS ONE LOCKED DOWN!!!

WATTERS:  That is if he can finally finish!

[Suddenly the screen widens and the crowd gasps as another man is in the ring and the referee is down in the near corner.]

CHANEY:  WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM?!?!?!

WATTERS:  SNIDER IS DOWN!!!!

[The lights come back on and in the ring stands a figure we saw last Rampage. The man responsible for all the havoc at live events and the injuries to Big Red Love Machine and Hank Wright. He is standing right behind Darring as the Legend gets to his feet. In the background, we can see that referee Barry Snider is down and out in that near corner.]

CHANEY:  ALEX REYN!!!  ALEX REYN IS IN THE FREAKING RING!!!

WATTERS:  This isn't going to be good for anybody, we saw what he did to Hank Wright last Rampage!

CHANEY:  Where did he come from? We never saw him come from the crowd or anything! He just suddenly was there!

WATTERS:  That is the scariest part about him. He's like the boogeyman! BOBAYEGA!!!!!

[Reyn grabs Darring by the head in a chancery hold, lifts him into the air horizontal to the canvas and drops him with a spinning cutter to the mat. Darring is laid out as Reyn stands above him with a cold look on his face.]

CHANEY:  EAST WIND CUTTER!!!  REYN JUST DROPPED DARRING WITH THE EAST WIND CUTTER!!!

WATTERS:  Well if you are Pat Gordon, you better feel good because he may just hand you the title here.

CHANEY:  But why Darring?

WATTERS:  Who knows with this guy? All I know is that I hope he doesn't know the hotet I stay at!

[He reaches down and pulls Darring to his feet in a chancery hold. And once again delivers the East Wind Cutter with nasty profficiency. The crowd is booing loudly as Reyn stands again over his prey and then turns his head to a moving Pat Gordon Jr.]

CHANEY:  ANOTHER EAST WIND CUTTER ON DARRING!!!

WATTERS:  OH NO HE JUST SAW GORDON IN THERE!!!

CHANEY:  I don't think he's finished! I think he is here making a point in the worst way at the worst time for SCW!

WATTERS:  BOBAYEGA!!!!!

[Reyn goes over to Gordon and pulls him up, then begins landing strike after strike against the corner before grabbing him by the head and taking off for a running front flip DDT that snaps Gordon back to his feet long enough for Reyn to plant a superkick to Gordon's face and stagger him into the corner.]

CHANEY:  ASCENDANT'S WRATH!!!  GOOD LORD HE NEARLY KICKED GORDON'S HEAD OFF!!!

WATTERS:  WHAT IS HE DOING?!?!?!

[The view widens back to the full ring and Reyn is now nowhere to be seen.]

CHANEY:  WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!?!?!

WATTERS:  We've heard stories of this guy, but he literally just kind of disappeared!

CHANEY:  And Gordon is reeling!

WATTERS:  Good God he attacked everybody in there!

[Gordon takes a step out of the corner and falls forward to the canvas near where Darring is laid out. Pat's arm falls across the knee of Gordon as Barry Snider rouses himself to see the scene in front of him. He makes his way over and groggily counts.]

CHANEY:  YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!

WATTERS:  THIS IS AWESOME!!!

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CHANEY:  THIS ONE IS OVER AND GORDON IS CHAMP!!!

WATTERS:  PAT GORDON JUNIOR IS THE LONESTAR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!  Say it with me people!!!

CHANEY:  This was the oddest ending I have ever witnessed, and I have witnessed a hell of a lot!

WATTERS:  Best. Night. EVER!!!

[The fans erupt in boos as Gordon's name is announced as the winner. Gordon slowly begins to rouse up as the referee receives the Lonestar Heavyweight Title belt. He walks over to Gordon, and helps him the rest of the way up before handing him the gold.]

CHANEY:  He may not have a clue where he is right now, but at some point Gordon will realize he has the gold!

WATTERS:  THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT IN SCW HISTORY!!!  Pat Gordon has the belt!

CHANEY:  You are really excited!

WATTERS:  The man overcame every possible obstacle to do it, even beating the only man that has beaten him in SCW to this point.

[El Gringo Loco has slid into the ring and starts celebrating as he holds the hand with the belt in it high. Gordon still looks a little punchy, but is smilign now as his manager keeps yelling "in the bag" as loud as he can. Gordon's delight is obvious as they continue celebrating the victory.]

CHANEY:  Pat Gordon Junior is champion and he knows Alfie Button is next on his list!

WATTERS:  That is a matter for another time, Chaney! Tonight, we celebrate!

CHANEY:  And what will be done with Alex Reyn! He interferred in a title match! Is he suspended?

WATTERS:  HOW?  He isn't on the roster!

CHANEY:  Fans so many questions as we celebrate the first Champion in SCW history!

WATTERS:  Gordon reigns supreme! His family must be proud tonight!

CHANEY:  And on that note, we say goodnight everybody! For Larry Watters and the entire SCW crew, this is Eric Chaney saying so long from Showdown in Dallas, Texas!

[The screen fades to black from seeing Gordon and EGL celebrate inthe ring with the Lonestar belt held high.]




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