Toxxic

Oh, so if you do it once you get unlimited points, but to get the special abilities you need to get the downloadable patch? That's not so bad.

Is it me or does Bubba Freakin' Ray do a better job on commentary in five minutes than Tenay and West combined do for the entire show? He puts himself and Devon over, he admits to the talents of other teams whilst still putting 3D over as better, he calls some moves and he explains basic wrestling psychology while West goes 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT A MOVE!' about armdrags, and Tenay takes some sort of ludicrous moral high ground on Roode's haircut, or something.

To prevent anyone giving anything away... ANYONE WHO WANTS A MATCH FOR NIGHT TWO PLEASE PM ME.

Why do I need to take one through? Is that to unlock other stuff? Well, one I can deal with.

I'm going to get this. WHEN I find out that they've released the download where you get instant access to all the CAW stuff instead of playing it through for everyone. Fuck that.

I'm having a bugger of a job getting it to work on the Mac. It keeps doing something so I appear to be permanently right-clicking, meaning I can no longer navigate, save, exit or anything...

Supposing you lose in the first round - who's available for a match on the 'second night'? (i.e. deadline Dec 6th) These non-tournament matches will be issued after we have the initial clusterfuck of CFC marking and forwarding out of the way.

We can... but the thing is, those with things still to promo about will likely be busy writing matches, and the rest probably won't have the motivation to promo about matches that are theoretically still in the future, but which in actuality they've already lost. Personally, I think a few 'SWF.net' board promos might be a better way to go, people can promo as and when they feel like it instead of everyone coming together for an arbitrary date that won't necessarily have any relevance to what they're up to at that time. Sort of following on from Tod's promo, perhaps.

So how do the submissions work? Can anyone actually submit anymore? (seems like a stupid question, but given there were only about eight moves that could get a submission in 08, I wouldn't be surprised).

You can do a cradle tombstone? Awesome.

Oh great. Fuck that shit. I'm not online.

The trouble with having the final on Night Two is that means the finalists have to write FOUR matches in very quick succession which would increase the likelihood of writer burnout, and push the card back further. We went for the more relaxed 'as and when' card approach to prevent people from being in a high-pressure 'write every week' situation. I don't want a situation where the semi-finalists would go "Jesus, even if I win this I've still got to write yet another match straight after, i can't handle that, I'm going to no-show". Maybe the eight-man would have been better so we could get it all done and dusted in one, but we really liked the idea of putting together enough talent to do a sixteen-man(person) tournament. WC - I've have loved to take part in that tournament you suggest (although I'd have had my ass handed to me), but Ejiro and Judge were already retired by the time I came on the scene, and Matthews and Danny were long gone by the time I'd have been anywhere near main event status. I do regret never writing as Toxxic against Mags though, instead I let him write the Round Robin Tournament match where he jobbed.

It had one good line (albeit I only saw the trailer, because I wasn't that stupid). "Will someone please shoot him!?" "What does it look like we're doing?" "Missing!"

The quarters and semis will be on night two, the actual final will be on the other december show. The finalists will have longer to put that match together, while everyone else does everyone-else-type-things.

Sorry WC. We didn't have word on whether you were in or not so booked you as Bruner would be awesome for this tournament, and if you REALLY didn't want to we could always give Alexander a bye or something. Glad you're going to give it a go.

Let's give it a chance, see what happens. This could work really well, or it could be a disaster. Either way, we'll learn from it. Either way, I guarantee it'll be more successful than the Clusterfuck.

The SWF presents... THE COLD FRONT CLASSIC NIGHT ONE: END OF THE FALL LIVE to DVD at 7pm EST Saturday 6th December, from the Times Union Center in New York! THE COLD FRONT CLASSIC The Cold Front Classic, an eight-man tournament to determine the Number One Contender to the SWF World Heavyweight Title, was first conceived in 2004 by Joseph Peters. The inaugural tournament was won by current Commissioner Landon Maddix, and the next two were won by JJ Johnson. This year's tournament doesn't feature either of those two athletes... but that's not the only difference. No, this year we've got sixteen entrants... fourteen men, one woman and a robot! Cold Front Classic First Round Matches Tracey Bruner vs Michael Alexander Tracey Bruner, one half of NYC, tasted defeat as he and his partner attempted to take the Tag Titles from The Breslins at All Hallows. However, now the man they call Mister Bruner gets the chance to go after another title... and this time, he's on home territory. Up against him is Michael Alexander, who failed to use home advantage to its full potential against Va'aiga at Genesis, but may have learned valuable lessons about wrestling a super-heavyweight. One thing's sure, he's going to need them; Bruner's even bigger than Va'aiga, and certainly no more inclined to charitable actions towards his opponents. Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: King Cucaracha Dance Dance Dragon vs MANSON What's this? The opponents from All Hallows where MANSON went completely batshit insane and attacked Dragon, ripping off his mask, are due to go head-to-head in the first round of a tournament? Commissioner Maddix denies any shenanigans (but Toxxic is pointing and nodding behind his back). There's bad blood here for sure, so let's see what unfolds this time! Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: Toxxic Tod James Stuart vs X-Punk Tod James Stuart is no stranger to X-Punk, as the GTA Fight Team beat down on DVS's Team Canada at Toxxic's urging a few months ago. However, this time Punk is prepared and in his ring gear (at least, he will be if he knows what's good for him). Meanwhile Tod is coming off the back of an impressive victory over TKO with his partner Daniel Smith, and the option of adding a little more gold to the impending Tag Title shot surely appeals. Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: King Cucaracha NON-TITLE MATCH Taiga Star© vs Kevin Riggs Taiga has become something of a fixture in the SWF, to the point where she became the first DVS talent to win a title when she took the Cruiserweight belt from Spike Jenkins. This has been something of a bone of contention in the DVS, where she is fighting an ongoing battle against the DVS die-hards, including Team Canada. After his two appearances so far Kevin Riggs, X-Punk's tag team partner, has been tempted back to the SWF for the chance to get a shot at the SWF and perhaps win it... for him, for Canada, for the DVS! However, first he'll have to get past a young lady who tonight will surely have no conflict of loyalties. Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: Toxxic 'Hollywood' Spike Jenkins vs Luke Breslin© Spike Jenkins is always first in line when there is talk of a World Title shot, although he's sometimes also first in line to leave. The fact remains that Spike is, on his day, a fearsome competitor... but tonight he goes up against the SWF's newest champion, the young stud Luke Breslin who is still undefeated in an SWF ring. The Breslin's traded Luke's World Title shot for a shot against TKO for the Tag Titles, which they won - can Luke now get the Big Gold Belt by beating the entire fed to get his shot at the Maori Badass, or will Spike show his ability to throw a spoke in the wheels of the best-laid plans and head after the Maori which he has a long, long, loooooong history with? (mainly of getting lariated out of his boots, but hey) Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: Toxxic Dace Night vs Ryan Styles Dace Night is back in singles competition, and splatting people just like the old days. He's up against Ryan 'Hardkore Jammer' Styles, who has an impressive history elsewhere but has done little in the SWF bar take part in a beatdown on Taiga. Can Dace return to his old asskicking ways and qualify for a title shot against his own tag team partner (which would be interesting) or can Styles show why he's held in such high regard elsewhere and pull off what would have to be considered an upset in SWF terms? Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: Toxxic S.I.N. vs Spyke Sammy Nunez failed in his bid to win tag team gold against the Breslins at All Hallows, and now he's going up against the man who failed to win Cruiserweight gold at Genesis IX. It's the size, strength and attitude of one half of NYC against the speed, savvy and attitude of... well, he also comes from NYC, even though he's not in the stable. Although a stable of S.I.N., Bruner, Spyke and Spike would be both geographically interesting and thoroughly terrifying... but I digress. S.I.N. vs Spyke, both with the crowd behind them (we would presume), and both with their eyes set on the title belt adorning the Maori's shoulder. And lest we forget, S.I.N. attacked and kidnapped Va'aiga's tag team partner while in Puerto Rico, while Spyke pissed Va'aiga off so bad before the DVS Birthday Bash 2008 that Va'aiga completely snapped and got himself disqualified while utterly destroying his opponent with whatever came to hand, including tables. There's history there, and a good reason for both to give their all. Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: King Cucaracha TORU Takahara vs Ghost Machine 4.0 TORU Takahara is a known quality. Big, strong, surprisingly agile and dirty as fuck. Ghost Machine is ALWAYS a surprise, especially since the SWF has now come into possession of a new model, apparently compatible with the iPhone. Predictable, this ain't. Rules: Standard Singles Word Limit: 4000 Send To: King Cucaracha IMPORTANT NOTICE The date of the show up there is just for show. ALL matches and promos for Cold Front Classic: End Of The Fall are due at 7pm EST on THURSDAY 13th NOVEMBER. Please note that due to Landon's stubborn refusal to be available for marking, booking or anything involving the internet at the weekends or any time past Friday lunchtime, extensions are VERY unlikely... but that's why we've set the limits low for everyone. Send all marked matches, promos etc to Toxxic. THE COLD FRONT CLASSIC NIGHT TWO: WINTER IS COMING LIVE to DVD at 7pm EST on Sunday 7th December from the Times Union Center in New York! SEMI FINAL ONE SEMI FINAL TWO QUARTER FINAL FOUR QUARTER FINAL THREE QUARTER FINAL TWO QUARTER FINAL ONE Eight-man tag made up of the Night One losers (just kidding. We'll probably organise something though, including something for Va'aiga to do)

That doesn't mean I want everyone knocking each other out, or hundreds of stables running around. ...OK, that's a lie. I'd LOVE a stable war to break out, because I'm a total mark for stables.

That doesn't sound SO bad. Do you get more points if you whack the difficulty up, or can you just smack Torrie around on Easy for a few minutes and still get a decent amount of points? Also, this had best work for female CAWs too, or my wife is going to be PISSED. Can female CAWs do the Season mode?

8-man tag? Like anyone's going to write an 8-man tag!

No-one spare Tod. Not until second night, anyway.

I still want to know if there's any shortcut I can take to give my CAWs unlimited points. Because I tend to make the full compliment, and fuck if I'm training/career-modeing them all.

CM Punk is a great heel. He's straight edge, just go holier than thou, talk down to everyone who drinks and smokes, easy transition. I don't think Jeff could work as a heel, simply for the fact that his whole moveset is based around popping the crowd, and he's not solid enough on the mic to really give a money heel turn promo. So even if they tried turning him, his high risk moves would still keep him popular. Rey sucked at his failed heel turn for this very same reason. Jeff would work great as a heel. Quit the crazy dancing and put his crazy high-flying over as the fact that he's snapped, he's so desperate to hurt his opponent that he'll take any risk, even one that hurts himself. Get him to sell his own bumps a LITTLE bit less, so they don't generate sympathy, just a realisation that he's putting his body on the line because he's so keen to take out Face Of The Week, and you're there. My idea for Hardy was always that he starts losing until he doesn't care and just wants to hurt people even if he doesn't win. Then, by doing suicidal crazy shit, he starts winning, as a heel. If he's going full-bore, so hard that even if the face is trying to get some space Hardy just goes straight over the top rope after them and keeps pounding, never shows fear because you can't do anything to him that he hasn't already done to himself... sort of like Daredevil on crack, or something.

“It’s time for the big one! Are you ready, King?” “…Am I in prison again?” “No. We’re back on, and it’s time for the main event. The Tag Team Titles are about to be defended for the first time since being won by new champions Luke and Leo Breslin.” “Their reign will be short-lived, I’m sure.” Notorious BIG’s “I Love the Dough” booms from the speakers. The Chicago crowd lets out a collective chorus of boos. Sir Marvelous emerges onto the stage and the letters N Y C dominate the SmartTron over images of S.I.N. and Bruner performing dominating offense. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall,” Funyon starts, “And is for the SWF Tag Team Championship!” “Here come the challengers,” Mak says. “And I know the New York Connection has been itching for their shot at the gold. They’re getting it tonight.” “Introducing first, the challengers,” Funyon says. “Accompanied to the ring by ‘Sir Marvelous’ Michael Alexander, at a combined weight of 720 pounds… from New York City… S.I.N. and Tracey Bruner… the NEW YORK CONNECTIOOOON!” When Funyon finishes, Sir Marvelous is already three-quarters of the way down the ramp. Sammy Nunez and Tracey Bruner are a few strides behind him, their overriding presence sending some fans to silence. The majority of the arena still shows their disapproval of the number one contenders. “These guys… are here to fight,” King says. “Indeed they are. They made handy work of the GTA Fight Team at Genesis IX, where they felt they should have fought TKO.” “Well, they should have. They beat VDN.” “But The Breslins had a personal, long-built vendetta against TKO, not to mention Luke’s pull with what should have been a World Title opportunity.” Nunez climbs into the ring between the ropes. Bruner lifts his legs over the top to step inside effortlessly. Sir Marvelous remains at the bottom of the steel steps, glaring at the fans who show disrespect. Nunez paces back and forth while Bruner twists his neck around a few times to loosen it. “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse hits the speakers, and a nasty scowl emerges on Bruner’s face before the image changes to the top of the stage. Luke and Leo emerge as the song sinks into the cheering crowd. The multi-colored strobes bounce over every corner of the arena. “And their opponents… at a combined weight of 478 pounds, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… they are the SWF Tag Team Champions, Luke and Leo… THEEEE BREEESSSLIIIIINNNS!” Luke and Leo both wear their usual wrestling trunks, but also sport 2008 World Series Champions shirts. Their high energy towards the ring, high-fiving fans and holding their belts in the air with great pride, is matched only by the deafening crowd. “These brothers sure are having a great time. They love seeing their Phillies on top!” “I guarantee their focus on baseball is much greater than that of NYC’s. They better be as focused as they need to be against a team like this.” “I’m sure NYC has been paying just as much attention to the new basketball season.” “…That’s racist.” Luke and Leo both slide into the ring under the bottom rope. They bounce to their feet and meet the eyes of their opponents. The Breslins hold their gold in the air, facing NYC and making sure they see what they accomplished at Genesis. Sexton Hardcastle takes the belts from Luke and Leo, showing them to NYC and the fans in traditional fashion before handing them off to safety outside the ring. NYC’s eyes don’t even move to the gold. They remain fixed on Luke and Leo. The brothers exchange high fives and words of encouragement before splitting, Leo climbing onto the apron. Nunez and Bruner don’t speak. The Big Bully remains stationary while his partner climbs onto the apron opposite Leo. *DING DING DING* “NYC goes with the big man to start this match,” Mak says. “You’re saying that like Nunez is a midget,” King says while Bruner moves to the center of the ring. His arms rest at his side. “Good point. NYC is a huge team. They outweigh The Breslins by around 250 pounds. The Breslins have fought large men before in TKO, but Bruner is on a different level. I’m curious to see Luke’s approach here.” “It doesn’t look like he has one,” King jokes while the younger Breslin bounces back and forth on the soles of his feet. “And if he does have one, I’m sure it’s just surviving.” Luke finally approaches Bruner. He stops a few feet in front of the giant and lifts his dukes. Bruner grins at Luke, staring through his sunglasses at the unthreatening approach. A large arm leaves Bruner’s side and cuts through the air, aimed directly for Luke’s temple. Luke ducks. He drives forward and sends a shoulder into Bruner’s ribs. Bruner stumbles a couple of steps backwards, allowing Luke to get another shoulder into the ribs. With his opponent against the ropes, Luke pulls away from Bruner, standing himself up straight while a European uppercut catches Bruner’s chin. “Bruner’s neck snaps back with that shot!” Mak exclaims. “And another one!” “I’m glad Bruner’s letting Luke have his fun before he really unleashes on the poor kid.” “It doesn’t look like Luke is relenting himself!” Luke changes his mode of attack, abandoning the fists. He sends a knee into Bruner’s ribs. The next shot is even heavier, causing Bruner to bend a bit. Luke takes Bruner’s right arm and pulls him forward, whipping the big man across the ring. As Bruner bounces off the opposite ropes, Luke rushes at him. Bruner lifts a heavy leg, but Luke ducks the big boot. Both men bounce off the ropes again. Leo Breslin manages to catch Luke with a tag to the spine. Bruner runs at Luke again. Luke manages to duck around Bruner and catch his head from behind, bringing him down with a snap neckbreaker. “The ref saw that tag… and Leo’s not waiting to get into the action!” Mak yells while Leo hops off the apron and onto the third rope, the crowd loudening when Leo flies. “What a swift springboard splash there. Maybe these Breslins have done their homework,” King admits. “They’re taking it to Bruner with quick, constant offense.” Leo remains on top of Bruner as Sexton Hardcastle drops to the canvas. ONE! T—Bruner is quick to get his hands under Leo and toss him off. Leo flies a couple of feet above Bruner’s head and rolls out of the escape, climbing to his feet quickly. Bruner’s slower recovery allows Leo a chance to size up his adversary. Leo runs a few steps before sending his feet into Bruner’s right knee with a low dropkick. His legs give and Bruner falls to the mat. “Talk about a mismatch of size,” Mak says. “Yes, sir. Leo is outweighed by 230-ish pounds and out… heighted… uh, by a foot.” “That wasn’t a command. I was more talking to the fans. Anyway, Leo walking circles around Bruner here, stomping him at the knees, the shoulders, in the ribs, all those important joints and cores, hoping to strike something effectively enough to influence Bruner’s performance.” “Mister Bruner is a tank. Leo is pretty much kicking a tank. Dumb.” Leo relents, grabbing Bruner’s head and bringing the big man to his knees. Bruner is soon wrapped in a headlock. With Leo on his knees, he has some leverage. It doesn’t last long. Bruner’s face looks strained, but he still manages to climb to his feet. Leo keeps the headlock in place, but he’s dangling about a foot off the ground. Bruner wears Leo like a cape. The big man is quick to find his position in the ring, and even quicker to back into a corner with surprising speed and power, crushing Leo behind his 455 pounds. Leo breaks the hold and Bruner takes a few steps forward, allowing his squashed victim to slide down the turnbuckles. “And just like that,” King starts. “Bruner’s got a huge upper-hand.” “Leo’s slumped in the corner… and Bruner rushes in there… a knee to the face!” The hard knee sends Leo’s head back between the ropes. He slumps down even further, probably on purpose, and ends up on the canvas, half his body on the apron. His attempts to escape are futile. Bruner heads to his corner and tags Nunez. Nunez’s aggression is evident right away. He remains on the apron and runs across it, jumping off a few feet before reaching Leo, dropping a fist into his skull on the way. Leo rolls out from under the ropes and further into the ring. He grabs his head with both hands, writhing on the ground in obvious pain. “Nunez took it to Leo right away,” Mak says. “And you could expect nothing less from this cutthroat competitor. He’s as tough as they come.” “Luke is calling for his brother, but I’m sure the pain is the only thing on Leo’s mind right now. That fist was right on point, and it had a lot of downward momentum behind it.” Nunez is in the ring now, on his feet. He grabs Leo and pulls him to his feet. Leo’s not allowed up for long. Nunez takes him down with a snap suplex that puts Leo into another wave of pain. Leo struggles to his feet, but Nunez is there to catch him. Nunez hoists him into a fireman’s carry, making sure to face the Breslins’ corner. Luke watches on with helpless eyes as Nunez swings Leo’s legs off the shoulders. Leo drops down, Nunez catching his head in a front facelock and driving it into the canvas. “SLOTH!” King hollers. “How can you remember which is which?” “When you’re me, and you see someone as badass as S.I.N. week in and week out, you just remember, Mak.” Nunez locks eyes with Leo. His malevolent gaze is only broken because of his retreat to his corner. Bruner gets the tag and steps over the ropes. He walks over to Leo and pulls him off the canvas. Leo is lifted up again, this time in a military press. Bruner lifts Leo up and down over his head. Sir Marvelous lets out a cackle from outside the ring, audible only because the wind has been taken out of the crowd’s proverbial sails. He watches on as his giant bully mocks Luke, locking eyes with him before dropping his brother nearly eight feet onto the canvas. “Leo lands on his face and chest,” Mak says. “He even bounced a bit. Ouch…” “Bruner drops down for the pin. Put this lopsided match in the books, folks.” ONE! TWO! TH—Leo gets a shoulder up from underneath Bruner. The crowd lets out a short-lived burst. Bruner is quick to pull Leo to his feet for more mistreatment. Leo stands, stunned, barely able to find his feet. He turns and begins a stumble towards his corner, but Bruner’s momentum off the ropes catches him halfway. The diving lariat has tremendous power behind it. It’s enough to send Leo down onto his shoulder blades, flipping him over so he ends up on his stomach. Bruner walks deliberately to his corner and slaps his partner’s hand enthusiastically. “Nunez is quick into the ring,” Mak starts. “And he takes a few strides towards Leo, jumping up and dropping a leg across the back of the neck!” “Leo’s getting raped in there,” King says. “Keep your hands above the table, King.” “Nunez bringing him back up for more… sending him into the corner this time.” With Leo lodged in the corner, Nunez hurries to the other side of the ring. He runs towards Leo, leaping before he gets to him and hitting him with a full-momentum clothesline. Leo immediately falls down onto his ass, sitting against the bottom turnbuckle. Nunez cracks a smile, knowing that anymore clotheslines are unnecessary to finish his maneuver. With Gluttony in the books, Nunez grabs Leo’s head and pulls him to his feet. He then makes the tag to Bruner. “Big man’s heading to the same corner Nunez just catapulted himself from,” Mak says. “Here he comes!” “Leo drops! Bruner splashes into the turnbuckle. That couldn’t have felt good on his chest!” “Was that an intentional dodge?” “Maybe, maybe not.” Regardless, Bruner finds himself reeling backwards away from the corner. Leo uses a set of adjacent ropes to pull himself out of the corner and onto his feet. Bruner sees this and quickly rushes towards Leo. He offers another splash, but his low momentum is enough for Leo to counter with a back elbow. Bruner gets another elbow for his troubles. Back towards the center of the ring, Leo sends a boot into Bruner’s gut. Bruner catches it. Leo is savvy in such a situation, quick to jump off his other foot and send his boot into Bruner’s skull with an enziguiri. “Bruner’s down! Now that was a connection!” Mak exclaims. “It definitely rattled his cage. He’s looking for his corner… got it in his sights…” “Leo’s making his move, too! The crowd wants Luke! They’ve got him! Double tag! Here comes Nunez, too!” Luke and Sammy meet in the middle of the ring, exchanging punches back and forth. Neither man falters. After nearly a dozen combined punches, Nunez delivers one that knocks Luke off balance enough to allow a boot to sneak into his ribs. Luke is vulnerable in his bent position, and Nunez is quick to take advantage, sticking Luke’s head between his thighs. The hot crowd quiets a bit after the boxing exchange. They wait with bated breath while Nunez attempts to hoist Luke up for a powerbomb. Luke is sure to keep his feet cemented to the ground, however. “Nunez looks frustrated,” Mak says, “and with good reason. Luke’s not giving in that easily… as he stands himself up, his hands on Nunez’s calves to keep him from falling off… and… down goes Nunez, Alabama Slam!” “Bruner didn’t like that… and here he comes!” Luke stands and catches the approaching big man. Bruner finds himself lifted off his feet when he meets Luke. Luke sends Bruner to the ground with a spinebuster that propels the loud crowd into an even louder frenzy. “Luke just took Bruner down! I didn’t think Bruner would leave his feet tonight unless he wanted to!” “I didn’t think The Breslins would still be breathing. Surprises for us both tonight…” Luke clambers to his feet at the same time as the legal man, Sammy Nunez. Nunez is a bit dazed, but able to catch the approaching Luke in a shoulder-and-elbow tie up. The two men jockey for position for about half a minute, trying to overpower one another in the middle of the ring. Sexton Hardcastle focuses on getting Bruner into his corner. Luke gets an arm away from the tie up and brings one of Sammy’s with him, twisting it with an arm wrench. Nunez’s face contorts with the pain, but Luke soon relents by whipping him into the corner with the same arm. “Luke’s rushing in after him… clothesline! Luke’s legs go between the ropes, and that stiff arm practically went through Nunez!” Mak explains. “Where’s Luke going?” “He’s crawling out onto the apron, and… climbing the turnbuckle.” Luke allows Nunez to take a couple of steps out of the corner, but is quick to pull him back once in his position sitting on the top turnbuckle. Luke’s feet are squared on the second adjacent ropes. He wraps an arm around Nunez’s neck and jumps forward, bringing Nunez forward and down with a long, strong bulldog. “Nunez just got his face smashed, and the crowd loved it!” Mak yells. “Luke going for a smart cover here,” King comments. “One… two… Nunez is out! Good try though, Bres…” Luke lifts Nunez off the ground immediately after the pin attempt. He whips Nunez into the ropes, and catches him on the return with a snap powerslam that smacks Nunez’s spine into the canvas. He remains on top of him. ONE! TWO! THR—the quicker pin is not enough to keep Nunez down for three. The tough opponent warrants a tag in the Breslin corner. A recovered Leo steps into the ring to take a run at Nunez. “A boot to Sammy’s gut,” King says, “and Leo is driving his knees into his face. He’s holding the head in place and just… knee after knee. That’s brutal, for a Breslin.” “These Breslins are tough competitors. They’ll pull out what they need to get the job done.” Leo hits Nunez with the fourth knee. Nunez drops to his knees in relief. Being the fighter he is, there’s no choice but to get back up. He tries standing, but the beating endured to his head forces him to pause, bent over with his hands on his knees. In the meantime Leo bounces off the ropes and hops up at just the right time, dropping one leg only inches in front of Nunez’s head, allowing the other leg to drop with a devastating scissors kick that takes Nunez off his feet for good. “A nice sequence from Leo there to take Nunez off his feet,” Mak says. “And Leo’s heading to the ropes… catapults off the second rope and… Nunez rolls out of the way!” “Too bad Leo was only going for a fist drop. He didn’t land too awkwardly.” With Nunez bumbling to his feet, Leo gets himself back to his feet and connects with Nunez. The two men tie up, but only for a few seconds before Nunez breaks it with a knee to the gut. He whips Leo across the ring and bends, waiting for Leo to return so he can lift him up and over. Leo stops short of Nunez, however, able to control his momentum. He takes advantage of Nunez’s position, pulling him down and rolling him a bit into a small package pin. “Out of nowhere! ONE!” Mak yells. “TWO! TH—!” “It was quick and unexpected, but dumb to think that you can dispose of S.I.N. like that.” With the small package undone, both men get to their feet at the same speed. Nunez manages to strike first with a shot to the gut. He squeezes Leo into the same powerbomb position Luke was in earlier. Leo takes the ride to the shoulders much more willingly. His plan comes together perfectly as he cuts the powerbomb off at just the right moment, falling backwards at the apex of Sammy’s move. Leo flips him with a headscissors takeover. Nunez’s bouncing legs are caught and held onto for the tight pin. “Leo’s got him again! ONE! TWO! THREE—NO! Closer that time, but still not enough!” Mak says excitedly. “Nunez better figure something out, and quick.” “Leo’s intuitive nature is allowing him to out-maneuver Nunez.” Nunez’s escape from the pin sends Leo rolling. The older Breslin takes a quick survey of the situation and decides to tag his brother into the match. Luke exchanges some words with Leo, who nods in approval. Nunez soon finds himself in The Breslins’ corner after an Irish whip from Luke. Luke moves three-quarters of the way to the opposite corner, just out of Bruner’s vice-like grip. He runs towards Nunez and squares his shoulder into his ribs with a strong spear that pulls a loud cheer from the crowd. Luke pulls Nunez out of the corner a bit and turns him around. He lifts him up, but instead of completing the back suplex, Luke sits him on the top turnbuckle. Leo helps by locking the leg and completing the tree of woe. “This is bad for SIN,” Mak says. “Very bad indeed…” “You must have been doing this for years, Mak. Another keen observation…” “Luke creates the same distance from Nunez again and… running… knee to the gut!” “You can tell Nunez wants to fall out of this tree, but Leo’s got him held.” Sexton gives a word of warning to Leo, who immediately releases his hold on Sammy’s leg. Luke pulls Nunez out of the upside-down position and once again has him sitting on the top turnbuckle, back facing the ring. Luke turns around, ready to get his hands under Nunez’s arms and deliver a crucifix powerbomb. Instead, Tracey Bruner’s mad rush across the ring delivers, and Luke gets crushed into the corner by an unexpected splash. The impact on the corner nearly knocks Nunez off, but Bruner’s free arms actually manage to steady him. Bruner is quick to send a fist into Leo’s face before he has time to react. Leo falls onto the apron and rolls onto the outside mat. “Bruner knows when his partner needs help, and he’s there with the save,” King says. “Luke really had the right idea with that plan, and it seems Bruner did know it. Now Sexton Hardcastle has the unenviable task of sending Bruner back to his corner.” The odd positioning of Nunez and Luke begins to unfold. Luke stumbles forward, obviously out-of-whack after the 455-pound crushing. Nunez comes to in a strange location. He turns himself around on the top turnbuckle. He surveys the scene. As Luke stumbles forward, he becomes aware again of Nunez. He turns, but just in time to receive a dropkick to the chest from the second turnbuckle. Luke is sent onto his back, but able to come to quick enough to prevent a pin attempt. Nunez gets to his feet slower than usual. “Nunez takes advantage of Bruner’s run-in, and… bringing Luke up with a powerslam—no, swirling him around and… swinging DDT!” “That was SLOTH, Mak! Why am I not paid more than you?” “There was nothing sloth-like about that.” “I bet Luke will be sloth-like the rest of the match.” “This match might be over! ONE! TWO! THR—Luke gets out! Nunez isn’t happy.” Nunez takes his frustration to his corner, where an eager Bruner is ready for a legal return to the match. He lumbers towards Luke and stands over him, watching his opponent. Luke only gets to all fours before Bruner pulls him up. He lets Luke stand on his own before clamping a huge hand around his throat. Luke’s eyes bulge open as the life is choked out of him for a few seconds. He glares into the inert sunglasses that still somehow show ill will. Bruner lifts him high off the mat and holds him in the air for a couple of seconds before sending him crashing to the ground. Luke lies lifeless. Bruner drops on top of him for the cover. “ONE! TWO! THREE! WHAT THE HELL!?” “Leo, slingshot leg drop, right over Bruner, just in time to interrupt the count! An eye for an eye, that’s what Leo just proved!” “Luke wasn’t about to win the match when Bruner splashed him. This is completely different!” “Bruner also clocked Leo for no good reason, and—” “Here comes Sir Marvelous to talk some sense into Sexton Hardcastle. Someone needs to.” With Sir Marvelous on the apron, Sexton finds himself entangled in a debate with him instead of removing Leo from the ring. Sammy Nunez enters the ring and rushes towards Leo. The sprightly Breslin drops before Nunez gets to him, tripping him up with a drop toe hold that ends up sending Nunez’s head into the ribs of the recovering Tracey Bruner. The crowd lets out thunderous approval for Leo’s offense. Leo ignores it, instead returning to his corner as Sir Marvelous relents, realizing his distraction has backfired. “No, what?!” King asks, flabbergasted. “Leo’s caused all this trouble, Sexton! Discipline him!” “Sexton only knows what he sees. And this time, that’s working to the Breslins’ advantage.” Seeing Nunez in the ring, Sexton is quick to push him towards his corner. Leo reenters the ring, pulling Bruner the rest of the way to his feet and tucking his head under an arm in a reverse DDT position. Leo, forced onto his toes due to Bruner’s height, points out to the crowd with his free hand and quickly spins himself and Bruner around, turning the reverse DDT into a cutter with a suddenness that brings the crowd to a raucous climax. Leo returns to the apron just as Sexton settles Nunez back into his corner. All he sees is Luke draping a tired arm over Bruner’s wide chest. “Gold Rush! ONE!” Mak begins. “TWO! THREE!” “HA! NO! Bruner kicked out!” “Luke didn’t have enough weight on top of the big man for that pin to seal the deal. But boy, has Leo ever gotten the crowd back into this!?” “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mak. The match isn’t over yet, and Bruner just proved it in an impressive fashion.” “This match almost ended in the same way as The Breslins’ win over TKO, except that the brothers were in opposite positions.” “Well, it didn’t end. NYC is no TKO. They’re brutal from a different breed.” Luke rolls off Bruner, bringing his arm with him. A few more rolls bring him to the corner, where Leo enters the ring legally and moves towards Bruner. The big man is already on his way to his feet, but Leo helps him. Once on his feet, Bruner stumbles a bit. Leo stays out of his reach and instead opts to climb onto the apron. Leo watches Bruner meander about the ring, looking for his corner in a still dazed state. With the right logistics in place, Leo hops up and springboards off the top rope again, this time catching Bruner’s neck on the way down, pulling his head onto the canvas with a hard DDT. “Springboard DDT!” Mak yells. “And if Bruner’s lights weren’t out before, they sure are now.” “This kid knows how to springboard, for Christ’s sake…” “And it’s always effective and right on-target!” “I was being more sarcastic, but whatever.” Leo rolls Bruner over and drapes himself atop the large man. ONE! Sexton’s hand smacks against the canvas. TWO! The crowd, hot after Leo’s impressive move set, grows more excited. THRE—Bruner manages to lift a shoulder, a far cry from the long toss of Leo earlier in the match from the same position. Leo pulls himself off Bruner and rests on his knees, his hands on his thighs, and he shakes his head. “Looks like Leo is starting to realize that he can’t pin ‘Big Bully’ Bruner,” King mocks. “I’m sure he’ll give the belts to NYC any minute now…” “Luke has a different idea. He’s calling for his brother.” “We saw what happened last time one of Luke’s ideas went into motion. He got crushed!” The Breslins’ small talk is short. Leo nods again, but instead of tagging in his brother, he turns and returns to Bruner. The big man is pulled up and whipped into his opponents’ corner. Leo backs up. Once near the center of the ring, he rushes towards a set of the ropes adjacent to Bruner and hops onto the second one, bouncing off it and sending his legs towards Bruner. The springboard dropkick connects with Bruner’s head, and the big man stumbles forward. Leo is quick to his feet. He uses Bruner’s forward motion to flip him with an awkward snapmare. Bruner’s sitting position doesn’t last long. Leo drops and delivers another dropkick, this time to the back of Bruner’s head. He shoots forward and then backwards, finding himself on his back. “The Breslins are dismantling Bruner!” Mak exclaims. “Keep your hands above the table, Mak.” “What?” “I know you’ve got a Breslin bone.” Leo stands up quickly again and immediately moves to his corner. He hops onto the second turnbuckle and flips himself up and over with a moonsault that connects directly over Bruner. More quickness helps Leo onto the top turnbuckle. He jumps again, this time from a greater height, connecting with more speed and impact. Leo jumps off Bruner again, this time ignoring the turnbuckle and tagging his brother. Luke climbs the turnbuckles from the outside. He takes aim and is flying in a flash. The headbutt connects with Bruner’s head. “Luke really nailed that one! It might be the… nail in the coffin!” “You make me sick.” “He gets a good pin, leg hooked. ONE! TWO! THREE! Damnit, Nunez! He breaks up the count. Luke had him!” “No he didn’t. Nunez was just making sure.” Luke jumps off Bruner and takes the fight to Nunez, delivering fist after fist to his face and midsection. The crowd reacts accordingly, happy that Nunez is getting his clock rung. Unfortunately, the hot-headed reaction from Luke allows Bruner to come to enough to sit up. Sexton is able to pull Luke away and hold him back. Bruner gets onto all fours. Luke escapes from Sexton’s weak interference and connects his fist to Nunez’s head a few more time. Bruner is on his feet. He turns and watches Leo Breslin slingshot off the top rope from the apron once again. Leo’s attempted cross body block fails. Bruner catches him in a powerslam position. Rather than exerting too much energy, Bruner simply drops down and crushes Leo under his 455-pound frame. “That shaking of the ring seems to have alerted Luke,” Mak notices. “He’s relented on Nunez, who stays retreated in his corner.” “And Luke and Sexton both turn around to this carnage! Awesome!” Bruner is back to his feet by this time. Luke rushes at him, determined to help his brother. A big boot to the face halts him in his tracks, and he falls to the mat in a crumpled mess. Bruner takes note of the beating his partner just endures, so he goes on alone, focusing on the legal man. Luke tries to move away from Bruner, but it’s of no use. He finds himself pulled to his feet, his neck wrapped by both of Bruner’s hands. The Big Bully hoists Luke off his feet, holding him above his head in a double chokehold. Luke’s legs flail uselessly while his hands try to release the grip around his throat. Bruner turns his head and takes note of Leo, who’s starting to make his way to his feet after being slammed under Bruner’s weight. “Bruner’s moving towards Leo, still holding Luke, what’s he… OH MY GOD!” Mak yells. “Luke was just tossed like yesterday’s garbage… tossed right into his bumbling brother!” “The collision sends Leo between the ropes and tumbling to the outside. Luke is on the canvas in a mess, trying to catch his breath still.” “The Breslins are getting tossed around now. I’m finally enjoying myself. Bruner has arrived!” Mister Bruner turns away from the mess he made and gets to his corner. Nunez takes the tag and enters the ring, honing in on Luke and pulling off the ground. Sir Marvelous has his arms and head under the bottom rope. He screams for the end. Nunez obliges, holding Luke by the shoulders and glaring into his eyes. “WHO YOU?!” He antagonizes. “WHO YOU?!” He slaps Luke across the face disrespectfully, then turns around drops down, grabbing Luke by the back of the neck and bringing him along for the ride. Luke’s face smashes into Nunez’s shoulder. “7 DEADLY SINS!” Mak screams. “You remember that one.” “Who couldn’t? He really combines all the worst of man into that one move. It’s so… swift and vicious.” “Nunez… to his feet? Pin him!” “No, no… Sir Marvelous has other plans.” The loud manager shouts to his henchmen. “Make him suffer! Get them back, Mister Bruner!” he yells in a cackling voice. Nunez tags his massive partner and then returns to Luke, pulling him into just the right position while Bruner slowly ascends the turnbuckles. Nunez moves to the apron and watches his partner with an anticipative smile on his face. He ignores the fact that Sir Marvelous no longer shouts. Leo turns him around and delivers a short-arm clothesline that takes him down. The quick Breslin hops onto the apron and takes out one of Bruner’s feet, enough to knock the big man completely off balance and hang him up to dry, his legs split over either side of the turnbuckle. “Bruner’s been split! His boys are aching!” Mak yells. “You’ve gone and done it, Leo!” Nunez climbs into the ring from the other side of the NYC corner and runs at Leo. He manages to duck Sammy’s attack and send a shoulder into his midsection between two ropes. His breath taken away, Nunez is stunned for a moment, allowing Leo to step into the ring. He’s quick to aim, and hits the target right on the chin. His superkick requires a full extension to reach all the way up to Nunez’s chin. Nunez is sent onto his back with a heavy thud. “Big superkick! Lights out!” Mak yells. “He’s not legal, ref! Do something!” “Poor Sexton Hardcastle has tried his best. He can’t hold these men back any longer. NYC started the bleeding, for the record. Bruner has unglued himself from the top turnbuckle and begins his descent back into the ring. He receives the same superkick Nunez just took, but this one only reaches the chest of the Big Bully. It sends Bruner into the corner. Sexton looks intent on finally stepping in, but Sir Marvelous foolishly jumps onto the apron, not knowing Nunez is down and Bruner is cornered. Sir Marvelous distracts Sexton just long enough. Leo quickly pulls Bruner out of the corner just enough for him to squeeze in. Leo bends the big man over and hooks both arms above his back. Bruner is locked in a precarious position, and Leo is rapid in his movements. He hops backwards onto the second turnbuckle, then takes another short hop and drops his knees onto the back of Bruner’s shoulders. The big man is shoved down by Leo’s weight. His arms are unable to absorb any of the impact. A massive face plant effectively knocks Bruner out. Leo rolls to the outside. “Luke is back on his feet. He’s got Bruner’s leg, pulling him out a couple of feet from the corner and… down, hooks the leg…” Mak trails off. “This is ridiculous! Sexton Hardcastle needs to face a jury for this!” “ONE! TWO! THREE! They did it! The Breslins warded off NYC!” *DING DING DING* “That little runt, Leo!” “The winners of this match,” Funyon begins, “and STILL the SWF Tag Team Champions… Luke and Leo… THEEEE BREEEESSSSSLLLIIIIINNNSS!” The crowd roars with excitement. “These brothers are the masters of assists. Leo pulls out the win for his brother here, much like Luke did for him at Genesis. What can’t The Breslins overcome?!” “The backlash of this ridiculous match. NYC won’t take this lying down!” “It looks like they are now,” Mak quips. Luke leaves the ring and finds his brother. They make their way towards the announcers’ table and take their belts. They hold the straps high in the air. Their weariness is evident, and they both walk with much less energy than when they entered the arena. But their smiles are large and genuine, and their pride evident. “What an awesome main event to follow up Genesis. Another great All Hallows. We’ll see you soon, fans!” Luke and Leo back up the ramp with their titles, NYC recovering in the ring with the help of Sir Marvelous. Tracey Bruner’s busted sunglasses let us see the disgust in his eyes. No words are necessary to communicate his anger and need for revenge. The scene fades…

The bell rings on Va'aiga and Thoth in the centre of the ring. Suddenly is FULL VIEW of referee Matthew Kivell, Kibagami steps over the ropes and BLASTS VA'AIGA OVER THE HEAD WITH A STEEL CHAIR! As Va'aiga turns to growl at Silent, the ref calls for the bell. Thoth and Kibs roll out of the ring as Kivell holds back a furious Maori. Meanwhile as he walks away from the ring Thoth mouths to the camera. "Not my target. Waste of my time."