Swf Defiance (April 28/2002)

[Guest BA_Baracus]

["Defy You" by the Offspring booms over the speakers.

 

Suddenly a series of 4 bright red pyros burst one after another from the left side of the stage to the right.  As soon as they're done, 2 bright white pyros screech down from the rafters and when they hit the stage it erupts with a series of at least a dozen multi-cloured explosions.

 

The "Defiance" logo lights up the tron and after a few seconds the lights return, scan an excited audience then zoom in on the announcer's table...]

 

Curry - Extraaaavaganza!

 

NTD - Gah...stop saying that.

 

Curry - What?  Extravaganza?

 

NTD - Argh!

 

Curry - Er anyways, on with the show!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

5-WAY ICE WATER, G-STRING, POLE MATCH

Johnny Rotten vs. Mistress Sarah vs. Lady Red vs. The Prophet vs. Cardboard Comet

- I warned you bastards!

Match Description – The match will take place in a circular pool around 10 – 15 feet wide.  The pool will be filled with about 4 feet of water as well as many bags of ice.  On one side of the pool is an approximately 10 – 12 foot tall pole, and on the top of the pole will be a hat with the words “Worlds biggest jobber” printed on it.  All the wrestlers must enter the pool wearing nothing but their g-strings (the girls will also be provided with tight, white t-shirts) and the first to grab the hat off the pole and put it on is the winner.  An extra note…if for some reason one of the guys loses their g-string, they automatically lose, but if the girls lose their g-sting they get a cookie.

 

HARDCORE TITLE MATCH

Longdogger Pete © vs. Stryke

- The hardcore champ makes an appearance this Sunday and will take on the newly bumped Stryke.  What will win out, the strength and power of Pete or the speed and agility of Stryke?

Match Description – Regular DQ and count-out rules are not in effect.  Submissions, pinfalls and knockouts count anywhere within the arena.

 

TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH

Thoth & Spider Nekura © vs. Munich & Erek Taylor vs. El Luchadore Magnifico & Chris Raynor

- Yes that’s right…that tag belts still exist!  This Sunday the Clan will defend their titles against the Carnival sponsored team of Magnifico & Chris Raynor as well as the masterfully matched team of Munich and the newly bumped super-face Erek Taylor!

Match Description – DQ and count-out rules are in effect.  3-men are allowed in the ring at once and each wrestler is only allowed to tag his designated partner.  The first team to score a pinfall, submission or knockout within the ring is the winner.

 

US TITLE TOURNAMENT FINAL

Jay Dawg vs. Perfect Bo

- Here we have the 2 finalists of the US title tournament.  Of course, it’s no surprise that they’re both from da Pound, but what kind of a match will we see when these two allies are forced to face each other this Sunday?

 

NO-DQ ICTV TITLE MATCH

Thoth © vs. Sacred

- On Smarkdown Thoth used the name of Sacred’s dead wife to try and get under his skin…and guess what?  It worked!  These two will face each other this Sunday for the ICTV title!

Match Description – Regular DQ and count-out rules are not in effect.  Submissions, pinfalls and knockouts only count within the ring.

 

RETIREMENT MATCH

Edwin MacPhisto vs. Mark Stevens

- Somehow Stevens got it in his head that he was going to have a match with the commissioner, and when he said no the Carnival started a prank war against Stubby that pushed the stressed out and volatile commish over the edge.  Stubby had the upper hand though as he brought back the Suicide King who used a clause in his contract to book an Edwin vs. Stevens career match!  Which one of these beloved stars will survive this Sunday?

Match Description – DQ and count-out rules are in effect.  The man who loses the match loses his SWF contract!

 

SWF HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

Hville Thugg © vs. Fallout

- Ever since Stubby turned on the Clan and joined da Pound the two stables have been involved in a heated feud.  Fallout won the #1 contendership on the last PPV in a match against Magnifico and has had several run-ins with the champ since then.  Will the monstrous Thugg’s reign continue, or will Fallout be able to pull off the win?

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Curry – Well, we’re ready for our first match of the night!

 

NTD – Sure to be a resounding classic for the ages!

 

Curry – Uhhh…it’s going to be 4 people in g-strings wrestling in a pool full of ice NTD.

 

NTD – Like I said…a classic.

 

["Anarchy in the U.K" by the Sex Pistols starts to play and Johnny Rotten walks out onto the stage, wearing a pair or training pants.  Rotten doesn’t even look at the crowd and makes his way down the steps towards the pool (which is setup beside the ramp in what would usually be the technical area).]

 

NTD – Dammit!  Where’s the g-string?!  Get those filthy pants off!

 

[The arena goes black as two red spotlights converge on the entrance ramp. A low, dragging note resonates as red teardrops run down the Smark-tron. The theme to 'A Clockwork Orange' plays, and Lady Red slowly walks out in time to the music, clad in her kimono and hood.  She silently marches down the stairs towards the pool…]

 

NTD – I like that kimono…Red’s the most stylish evil female assassin around.

 

(Poof!  A big cloud of spooky smoke explodes on the stage and the scary Prophet appears out of nowhere like some type of gay magician!  He has his robes on and marches down the stairs.

 

“Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones starts up.  Sarah walks out onto the stage in her g-string and white shirt…no robe or pants for her.  The crowd cheers for her BUTT-cheeks even if she is a heel.  She makes her way down the stairs.]

 

NTD – Sarah’s my type of girl…nice and slu…

 

Curry – Erg…maybe having Sarah come out in thong wasn’t the best idea after all.

 

NTD - …tty!

 

[sarah climbs over the edge of the pool and jumps right in and makes her way towards the side of the pool with the pole.  The 3 others move to get in, but the ref stops them and insists they take off their various g-string concealing articles of clothing.  While Rotten and the Prophet argue with the ref, Lady Red pulls off her Kimono and hops in!]

 

Curry – What?!  Dammit!  Red jumped in too fast!  Now her BUTT’s under the water!

 

NTD – Curry!  What would your wife think?

 

Curry – Whatever I damn well tell her!  By crackey…

 

[sarah’s already climbing up onto the edge of the pool where the pole is, but Red comes up from behind, grabs her by the waist, pulls her onto her shoulder and drops her back into the pool with a belly-to-back suplex!  Both girls fall in the water, then stand up…their shirts now completely see-through.]

 

Curry – Oh baby, zoom in dammit!

 

NTD – Tsk, tsk…you disgust me.

 

[sarah goes for a punch, but accidentally hits the cameraman who has the lens about 2 inches away from her nipples.  Red laughs, and goes for a chop, but nails a second cameraman focusing on her boobs.  Sarah then tries to take advantage with a swift kick, but blasts the guy with the camera between her legs in the face!]

 

NTD – Oh my Gawd!  Sarah’s killing the cameramen!  Fight back Gus!  Use the Tongan death grip I taught you!

 

[Meanwhile the Prophet is walking out on the match, but slips on a piece of ice on the stairs, falls head over heels, hits the floor…then uhhh, explodes!]

 

NTD – Nooooooo!  I can’t believe he’s gone!  

 

Curry – Who?

 

[Finally Rotten gives up, pulls off his pants revealing his alluring, pasty white ass and jumps in the pool.]

 

NTD – Awoooogah!  

 

[NTD crawls under the announce table.]

 

NTD – After seeing that arse I’m gonna’ need about 15 minutes of alone time…cover for me.

 

Curry – Gah!  Get back up here!  

 

[Rotten get in the water, runs towards Sarah and Annie, grabs them by their g-stings and yanks them off!  As the crowd cheers and Sarah’s massive bush whistles in the breeze Ben Hardy runs down the stairs at top speed with 2 cookies, but before the girls can get them, Rotten grabs them and eats them himself!]

 

Curry – The…dastard!

 

[sarah and Red begin to advance on Rotten, but suddenly a massive sea-cow falls from the rafters, lands in the pool and forces all the water out!  Shortly afterwards Rosie O’Donnell, the Elk and the Gowensteiner all fall on top of the sea-cow and lay in a heap.  Rotten gives Red a nipple-twist then turns to Sarah, but looks confused…]

 

Curry – I don’t think Rotten can tell which one is Sarah!

 

[NTD pops his head up from under the announcer’s table.]

 

NTD – Isn’t she the one calling everyone cutie-patooties while eating a glazed ham?

 

Curry – No, no…I think she’s the big brown thing with the flippers.

 

[Rotten takes a stab at it, grabs the sea-cow and slaps it in…a side-headlock!]

 

Curry – Good lord!  How is the sea-cow still standing?!  Oh wait…it’s not standing.

 

[suddenly Sarah springs out of nowhere, wraps her legs around Rotten’s head and ranas him to the floor!  Rotten immediately starts running around screaming, clawing at his face and slams right into the pole, knocking himself out, and it over!]

 

Curry – Whoa!  Sarah’s, killer crabs claim another victim!

 

[sarah runs for the hat that was on top of the knocked over pole, but Red runs up from behind, grabs her by the shoulder, spins her around and punches her right in the boob!  Sarah recoils and then grabs Red by the hair and pulls her to the ground…]

 

Curry – Catfight!

 

NTD – Er wait…uhm…are they fighting or are they fu—

 

Curry – Shut up!  I’m trying to take notes here!  Huh…so that’s where that thing is…I thought it was just a myth!

 

[Around 20 minutes later Sarah’s smoking a cigarette with her arm around Red, but the assassin tells Sarah she has to get up early in the morning, so she’d better go then starts running for the hat!  Red’s almost at the hat when suddenly, Cardboard Comet wafts down from rafters and lands right in her path.]

 

Curry – I was wondering when he was going to show up.

 

NTD – Pfft…what can he do?

 

[Red laughs at Cardboard Comet, but then suddenly one of his cardboard arms starts to move ever so slightly.]

 

Curry – What the hell?!

 

[Red’s shocked and doesn’t know what to do as the inanimate cardboard cut-out’s arm moves closer and closer.  The crowd is on the edge of their seat as the cardboard, seemingly infused with life, reaches forward and…]

 

Curry – This is amazing!

 

[…grabs Red on her bare arse.  Suddenly a voice comes emanates from Cardboard Comet’s mouth.]

 

Cardboard Comet – Are…are…you…a-a farmer?

 

Curry – Huh?

 

Cardboard Comet – Because you have…some niiiice melons.

 

NTD – Wow…replace “melons” with “zucchini” and that’s the best pick-up line ever!

 

[Red’s had enough of this, kicks Comet in his cardboard, g-sting covered testicles then tosses him away like he was made of uhhh…cardboard.  With no-one left in her way Red grabs the hat and is about to put it on her head when…

 

…Ted Flink runs out of nowhere, hits her with a package of Ovaltine and puts on the hat himself!  “O’ Safety-Dance hits and Flink starts wildly raising the roof!]

 

NTD – Uhhh…Curry, what the hell was that?

 

Curry – I don’t know my friend…but I think it’s best if we never…ever mention it again.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

SWF Defiance continues, “Defy You” blaring around the arena as the camera again settles on NTD and Curry Man at the announce desk following the 5-way Ice Water, G-string, Pole Match, a technical masterpiece if there ever was one.

 

Curry: “SWF Defiance continues wrestling fans, and we move from that, well, ‘unique’ match to a contest for the Hardcore Title, between reigning champ Longdogger Pete, and latest JL bumpee Stryke.”

 

NTD: “While I always like a bit of Hardcore fun, I doubt this match will be able to top the match we’ve just seen. I mean, semi-naked bodies, g-strings leaving little to the imagination, the cold water making their nipples all hard and rigid, glistening wet bodies rubbing up against each other, boy, it really gave me a tingle downstairs. And that’s just the male competitors!”

 

Curry: “Boy, it didn’t take you long to start getting unprofessional did it?”

 

NTD: “I’m merely expressing my appreciation of the human body, that’s all.”

 

Curry: “Well do it somewhere else, with your lack of pants we don’t want anything popping out again.”

 

NTD: “Nobody’s forcing you to look you know.”

 

Curry: “Fine. Well anyways, right now we’ve got our first of several big Title matches. Longdogger Pete has been going on strong as the Hardcore Champ, most notably defeating Mistress Sarah in one of the more brutal matches we’ve seen in quite a while, a steel cage match just a few weeks ago.”

 

NTD: “But from what I know of Stryke he’s pretty good himself, being the SJL World Champ before being bumped for tonight. Pete may have quite the fight on his hands tonight.”

 

Curry: “Both Stryke and LDP are undefeated JL World Champions, both vacating the title before ever losing it. They’ve also fought on 3 occassions in the JL, LDP winning two, but Stryke also has a victory over the Miami Menace, and if he can repeat that tonight we’ll have a new champ in town.”

 

Not wasting any further time “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit kicks up, 4 blue fireworks blasting up from the stage, before 4 silver fireworks blast up from the same spots a second later. Finally, a huge blue flame of pyro blasts up from the middle of the entranceway, and when the sparks and smoke clears, Strkye is standing on top of the entranceway, his arms out in a crucifix position.

 

Funyon: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a match for the SWF HARDCORE GAMERS CHAMPIONSHIP! Entering first, weighing 207lbs from Sydney, Australia, STRYKE!!!”

 

After standing there a moment to absorb the boos of the crowd, he heads down the ramp and quickly slides into the ring, before making his way to the far ring corner and climbing up, raising his right arm to the fans, resulting in another wave of hatred for the Australian. As the fans boo their hearts out Stryke hops down into the ring and prepares for the match.

 

Curry: “Stryke in his second WF match, having competed in January’s Clusterfuck Battle Royal. But now that he’s here on a permanent basis I’m sure he’ll be looking to make an immediate impact.”

 

"You will get yours...

you will get yours...

you will get yours...

you will get yours...

 

YOU WILL GET YOURS!"

 

A massive cheer goes up as “Cold Contagious” by Bush kicks up. After the fifth repetition of the opening line, an explosion of white pyro goes off on the stage, and then the entrance fills with smoke.  Pete steps out and wastes little time getting to the ring, usually walking down the ramp with one arm raised in anticipated victory.  The lyrics continue as he enters the ring.

 

"You have no right to calm me down

You were never that around

And I have missed

 

Cold contagious

All the mighty mighty men

What you save is what you lose out in the end

Cold contagious

Cold contagious...!"

 

Funyon: “Now entering the ring, weighing in at 272lbs and hailing from Miami, Florida, he is the SWF HARDCORE GAMERS CHAMPION, LONGDOGGER PETE!!!”

 

NTD: “LDP’s the champ, and he’s shown that he’ll do anything to hold onto that belt. This should be a rip-snorting battle for the ages.”

 

Pete gets in the ring, and wastes no time at all, immediately charging for Stryke.

 

DING DING DING!

 

LDP catches Stryke off guard, hitting Stryke with a barrage of hard overhand punches, sending Stryke reeling back into the ring corner. LDP doesn’t stop the onslaught though, continuing to batter the body of Stryke with hard shots, knocking him down towards the mat. As soon as Stryke is down LDP starts with the stomps, driving his foot repeatedly into the chest of Stryke, each strong stomp drawing larger and larger cheers from the rabid San Diego fans. Finally LDP pulls away, leaving Stryke crumpled in the corner.

 

NTD: “A very aggressive start from LDP, he certainly seems to be pumped up for this one.”

 

Curry: “I don’t think Stryke was expecting a start like that, but if he’s going to compete with the Longdogger he’ll have to step up his intensity level or this could be over before it’s even started.”

 

With the crowd still cheering LDP moves back in, picking Stryke back up off the canvas and taking him by the arm, whipping him hard across the ring into the opposite corner. Stryke slams into the turnbuckle, stumbling forward as LDP charges in after him with a clothesline. Pete telegraphs the move though, and Stryke is able to duck under, slipping in behind LDP and catching him in a rear waistlock. Stryke tries to lift LDP over for a German Suplex, but Pete is able to use his significant weight advantage, shifting his weight and stopping Stryke from getting him up. Stryke goes to try again, but before he can LDP lashes back, nailing a couple of back elbows, jarring Stryke’s head and causing him to release his hold. LDP turns and delivers a kick to Stryke midsection, doubling him over, before moving in and lifting him up on his shoulders, setting for a Samoan Drop. But just before LDP can fall back Stryke is able to slip off his shoulders, getting behind LDP and pulling him back into position for a reverse DDT. Boos flow as Stryke is about to hit the move, but LDP is also able to escape, getting his arm up and nailing a series of punches to the head of Stryke, causing him to loosen his grip on Pete and allowing the Longdogger to stand back up. Pete turns to face Stryke and swiftly brings his knee up into the chest of the Showstopper, taking the air right out of him. LDP wastes no time in taking advantage of the situation, taking Stryke’s arm and placing it between his legs. LDP then hooks Stryke’s other arm and lifts him up, holding him in the air before slamming him into the mat with a Pumphandle Slam. With the crowd cheering the move LDP moves around and covers Stryke for the first pin of the match.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

TH… No, Stryke kicks out without too much trouble.

 

Curry: “A good sequence of counter wrestling there, Pete coming out on top with a Pumphandle Slam.”

 

NTD: “Bah, Screw wrestling, lets see some hardcore action already! Come on, tables, chairs, blood, flaming Piranha’s, that what the fans want to see.”

 

Curry: “Well it looks like you may be getting your wish NTD.”

 

LDP hops up from Stryke and heads over towards the announce table side of the ring, climbing out and moving to the area next to the desk, before telling one of the ring crew to get out of the way and picking up their chair to a big pop from the fans. LDP heads back to the ring, placing the chair just under the ropes before climbing back in and moving towards Stryke. Stryke is just getting to his feet, but once standing he’s immediately met with a stiff punch to the face, again rocking Stryke back. LDP grabs Stryke by the arm, and applies an arm wrench, pulling down on the arm of Stryke, working on both the upper arm and shoulder. With Stryke grasping at his shoulder in pain LDP gives Stryke a kick to the midsection, once again doubling him over, before letting go of him and moving back to the ropes, bouncing off and coming back with a Scissor Kick to the back of the head. However just as LDP swings his leg down Stryke is able to stand back up, the kick missing. LDP quickly attempts to recover, lunging at Stryke with a clothesline, but as he does Stryke catches him in position for a rock bottom, the Breakdown. Stryke quickly draws on all his power to get the heavier man up, and does so, planting him right into the mat. Stryke just lays on tpo for a pin, the referee quickly in position.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THR… No, LDP kicks his legs out and gets out of the pinning predicament.

 

NTD: “Breakdown! Catching Mr. Hawaiian Shirt off guard there.”

 

Curry: “Indeed. LDP can’t afford to take Stryke lightly, though I doubt a man of his experience would make a mistake like that.”

 

Stryke stands back up, and his eye is immediately drawn to the chair LDP placed into the ring earlier. Moving over and picking it up, Stryke holds it high, getting a wave of boos for his troubles. Stryke slowly moves towards LDP, and as Pete is getting back up Stryke swings the chair, smacking it into LDP’s back. Pete arches his back in pain and drops back to one knee, obviously feeling the effects of the shot.

 

NTD: “Now that’s more like it, wack him again Stryke!”

 

LDP gets to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up, but just as he does Stryke is on the spot, nailing Pete in the back once again, boos sounding forth. As LDP stumbles forward Stryke winds up, setting for a knockout blow. Stryke swings as hard as he can, but this time LDP ducks under to a big cheer. Pete runs ahead to the opposite ropes and rebounds off, and as Stryke turns and looks to charge after LDP once more, Pete lowers his head and tackles Stryke in the stomach, taking Stryke down with a high impact spear, drilling the Australian to the mat and knocking the chair out of his grasp. The crowd roars to their feet as LDP stays on top of Stryke, instigating a pin.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THR… No, Strkye is able to get his right shoulder off the mat, stopping the count.

 

Curry: “Stryke getting the chair involved, but a vicious spear from LDP put that to an end quickly.”

 

Pete gets back to his feet, and pulls Stryke up after him, hitting him with several punches before whipping him across to the ropes. Stryke bounces off and LDP moves in to meet him, but Stryke looks to get right back on top, jumping in the air for a dropkick. LDP’s prepared though, and sidesteps, allowing Stryke to harmlessly fall back to the mat, the Australian crashing hard into the canvas. Stryke desperately goes to crawl away, getting away from Pete while getting back to his feet. As Stryke slowly climbs back to his feet LDP sets himself on the opposite side of the ring to Stryke, and as Stryke is on his knees facing away from Pete LDP charges in towards him. Stryke turns and stands up, just in time to see LDP jump up to take Stryke down in a Lou Thesz Press. But Stryke has crawled over to where the steel chair is sitting and he quickly grabs it with his right hand, picking it up and swinging it at LDP, smacking him in the head and sending him down to the mat. Stryke tosses the chair to the middle of the ring, before dropping down and covering LDP, who’s down right in front of him.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THRE… No, LDP gets his shoulder off the mat before the 3 count.

 

NTD: “Wow, LDP getting his brains scrambled there, quite the counter to the Thesz Press from Stryke.”

 

Curry: “LDP certainly didn’t see that one coming although with Stryke only swinging the chair with one hand it wouldn’t of had the force of a two handed chair shot.”

 

Stryke gets to his feet, and moves over to the steel chair once more. The crowd boos Stryke as usual, to which Stryke responds with a middle finger directed right back at them, drawing even stronger and heavier boos in response.

 

Curry: “Well isn’t that charming behaviour.”

 

NTD: “The crowd deserve it, they’re the same people that cheer those Midnight Carnival fools, while booing a fine, respectable group like Da Pound.”

 

Stryke ignores the hatred of the California crowd and picks the chair up, unfolding it before standing it right in the center of the ring. Stryke goes and picks LDP up off the mat, before quickly whipping him across the ring past the chair. LDP collides with the ropes and rebounds back, and Stryke is right on the spot, getting his legs around LDP’s feet and tripping him, sending Pete face first into the chair with a drop toe hold. As boos continue Stryke rolls LDP over, hooking his leg and making a cover.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THRE… No, LDP is able to get his shoulders off the mat in time.

 

NTD: “Boy, that’ll loosen your teeth for ya. Stryke looks to be taking control of the match here, utilizing that chair with deadly proficiency.”

 

Curry: “Stryke certainly isn’t adverse to the hardcore style, and if this continues we could be seeing a new champ crowned tonight. But there’s along way to go, and Pete won’t give up without an almighty fight.”

 

Stryke gets to his knees, giving a quick glance at the referee, a bit frustrated that the drop toe hold onto the chair wasn’t enough to end it. Stryke perseveres though, getting back to his feet and staying on LDP, dragging him back up to his feet. Stryke lays in a few quick punches to the face, stunning LDP and allowing Stryke to reach down and pick the chair up. Stryke folds it up and motions to attack LDP, swinging it at LDP’s head, but Stryke momentary lapse in attack has allowed Pete to recover, LDP ducking the chairshot and getting behind Stryke. LDP hooks Stryke’s left arm with his own left arm, and he grabs Stryke’s right arm with his own right arm, grabbing hold before swinging the arm back in, causing Stryke to smack himself in the face with the Steel Chair! A huge cheer goes up from the very pro-LDP crowd, and Pete doesn’t stop there, doing it over and over, essentially making Stryke pummel himself into oblivion, the crowd cheering, and some even laughing at Stryke’s misfortune. Eventually LDP lets go of Stryke, the Australian dropping the chair to the mat, but remaining on his feet. Stryke stands there very dazed, looking as if a slight breeze would send him toppling over. LDP does the honours for him though, lifting Stryke up onto his shoulders before dropping down in a Samoan Drop, slamming Stryke right on top of the chair, adding extra oomph to an already damaging maneuver. With the fans going wild LDP moves around and covers Stryke, looking for the win as the crowd chant along.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREE… No! Stryke still has some fight left, kicking out with all his might and just beating the count.

 

NTD: “That’s not fair, making Stryke beat himself up.”

 

Curry: “The crowd seemed to enjoy it though, and it came very close to collecting the victory. With that sequence the momentum has definitely shifted in this one.”

 

LDP gets back to his feet pretty quickly, and seeing Stryke down in pain and not showing signs of getting up too quickly he slides out of the ring, moving around to the announce area and going to the ring apron, dropping to the floor and digging under the apron. The fans look on in curiosity at what LDP’s looking for, and they’re pleased when he pulls back, dragging out a rectangular plank of wood, more commonly referred to as a table.

 

Curry: “It seems almost every Hardcore Title match has a table involved at some point, and this match seems to be no exception. As long as it’s not our table getting busted up for once I’m happy.”

 

NTD: “Those tables are dangerous, you could get a splinter from one of them.”

 

Curry: “I think what these two would have in mind will hurt a bit more than a splinter NTD.”

 

NTD: “Yeah, well have you gotten a splinter lately? They bloody well hurt.”

 

LDP picks the table up, folding out the legs before standing it up, setting it in place right in front of the announce table.

 

NTD: “Well whatever’s going to happen we’re going to have a front row view of it. Come on boys, kill each other, lets see more of that hardcore action.”

 

In the time it’s taking for LDP to do all this Stryke is able to get back to his feet, still quite groggy, but well enough to regain his senses and get back after Pete on the outside. Stryke moves to the ropes, but Pete sees him coming, turning around and grabbing Stryke’s feet, pulling him out under the bottom rope. LDP is immediately on Stryke, nailing a series of strong punches, each shot rocking Stryke back. LDP moves in to continue the assault on Stryke, but Stryke catches LDP by the arm and quickly whips him towards the ring steps, Pete colliding shoulder first into the hard steel apparatus with a loud crash.

 

Curry: “Oooh, LDP sent hard into those steps. With both men out on the floor they’ll have to be careful, just about everything can, and probably will be used as a weapon.”

 

With LDP temporarily down, Stryke is able to catch his breath, before going and grabbing LDP, dragging him towards the table, putting him in position for a vertical suplex, the crowd getting to their feet as they see what Stryke has in mind.

 

Curry: “Stryke’s going to suplex LDP longways through that table! If he hits it could break his back.”

 

NTD: “Well that’s what Pete gets for getting the table out in the first place, leaving his opponent and letting them get to their feet.”

 

Stryke goes to lift LDP up, but just before he can Pete uses his free arm to escape, nailing some stiff blows to Stryke’s ribcage, causing him to let go. As Stryke clutches his side LDP doesn’t waist a second, grabbing Stryke by the head and moving to the announce table right beside them, Pete slamming Stryke face first into the edge of the table, the Showstopper dropping to a heap on the floor, clutching his head in pain.

 

Curry: “Look out, they’re coming this way. If they get any ideas we may have to bail.”

 

LDP stays at the announce desk, reaching over and grabbing hold of the nearest monitor, pulling it out of the table and carrying it back towards where Stryke is as the Australian just starts to get to his feet.

 

NTD: “Hey! I was watching porn… uh, I mean following the action on that, give it back! That LDP’s a thief, stealing my monitor like that!”

 

Curry: “If Stryke grabbed the monitor to hit LDP with it you’d be all for it.”

 

NTD: “Well Stryke would just be borrowing it, and I’m sure he’d ask politely first. LDP will probably never give it back, he’ll take it down to the pawn shop and sell it.”

 

Curry: “Firstly, you’re an idiot, and secondly, it doesn’t look like that’s what LDP has in mind.”

 

As Stryke gets back up LDP sets himself with the monitor, and as Stryke turns around unknowing of what awaits him, LDP charges forward, ramming the point of the monitor right into Stryke’s forehead, sending him back down to the mat to a tremendous roar from the crowd.

 

Curry: “Ouch, that may very well have busted Stryke open there, that monitor hitting flush with Stryke’s skull. LDP showing why he’s the Hardcore Gamers Champ here, making use of anything in order to win.”

 

LDP tosses the monitor back onto the announce desk, before dropping to his knees, getting in on top of Stryke and delivering a barrage of punches, shot after shot ricocheting into Stryke’s cranium. The camera can’t get a good view, but it appears that blood has started to trickle down Stryke’s forehead, the monitor and the punches all doing their part. With the crowd starting up a ‘LDP!’, ‘LDP!’, ‘LDP!’ chant Pete finally peels himself off Stryke moving away and revealing Stryke a bloody and beaten mess.

 

NTD: “Stryke’s got quite a flow of blood going there, looking like a vampire’s munched on his face.”

 

LDP doesn’t give Stryke very much respite, and after taking a short rest break he’s right back on Stryke, pulling his tired body up off the floor. Using his quite large strength advantage over Stryke LDP takes him and whips him as hard as he can, sending Stryke just past the steel steps and colliding hard with the steel guardrail.

 

Curry: “LDP’s really on top of this match now, and I don’t know how much more of this onslaught Stryke can take.”

 

With Stryke up against the side guardrail LDP gets another of the ring crew out of the way, taking their chair before tossing it over the ropes into the ring, drawing a big cheer.

 

NTD: “A second chair! Now things should get even more fun.”

 

LDP turns to go after Stryke after tossing the chair in, but sees that Stryke is no longer where he just was. Pete sees Stryke slowly rolling back into the ring, so he quickly slides back in himself, looking to cut Stryke off at the pass before he can get to either of the chairs in the ring. LDP is quickly in and runs at Stryke, giving him a quick kick to the head and putting any possible Stryke comeback on ice. With Stryke obviously hurting LDP drags his lifeless body towards the corner, before going and picking up the chair he just brought into the ring, placing it on top of Stryke. With that done LDP moves to the turnbuckle and starts to climb, the crowd all rising to their feet in cheers as they see the Longdogger going for some high risk action.

 

Curry: “Oh boy, LDP’s going for it all here. He’s moving out of his element, but when Pete goes up top it usually results in the patented Longdogger Legdrop. If he hits that onto the chair that should be all she wrote for Stryke!”

 

LDP gets to the top, turning around and facing into the ring. Pete looks down on his opponent before raising his hands in an ‘L’ shape, drawing a massive cheer from the crowd as he signals for the Longdogger Legdrop. But just as he’s signalling to the crowd Stryke gets a burst of energy from somewhere, lunging up and knocking into the ropes, causing LDP to lose balance and drop, landing crotch first on the top turnbuckle.

 

NTD: “Golly gosh, Pete’s boys will be sore in the morning after that. Makes me queasy just thinking about it.”

 

Curry: “An uncharacteristic error from the Longdogger there, misjudging how out of it Stryke was. That could give Stryke just the opening he needs to get back into this.”

 

With the fans booing their hearts out and Pete holding his privates in pain, Stryke is able to pull himself up to his feet. Stryke wastes little time, grabbing LDP by the head before swiftly dropping down, drilling Pete head first onto the steel chair that was on Stryke moments ago with a DDT from the top rope, the Cliffhanger.

 

NTD: “The Cliffhanger! LDP will be seeing stars after that one.”

 

Curry: “That could very well be enough to win this… but wait, Stryke’s not covering! This could be a big mistake.”

 

Curry’s right, as Stryke doesn’t go for the pin, instead getting back up. Strykepulls the chair out from under LDP, and places it on top of him this time. Stryke then climbs up the very turnbuckle LDP was just on, giving in to his high flying, high risk nature. Stryke gets to the top, and faces out into the crowd, before swiftly leaping backwards as if to perform a moonsault, but Stryke rotates an extra 90 degrees, landing knees first on top of both LDP and the chair. Both LDP and Stryke immediately feel the pain of the Lithium Heartattack, the chair being jammed right into the chest of LDP, and the impact of the move causing Stryke to roll off and clutch his knees in pain, landing right on the chair not the best thing for the health of those joints.

 

Curry: “Lithium Heartattack on the chair! That would have taken a huge toll on both men, and if Stryke can fight through the pain and crawl over on Pete we could have a new champ.”

 

NTD: “Yeah, come on Stryke, start your WF career in style with a Title belt straight off.”

 

Stryke is obviously in tremendous pain, but he’s able to drag himself back over to Pete, draping his arms across as the referee drops down and counts the pin.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREE… NO, LDP somehow kicks out at the last moment, a big sigh of relief going up from the crowd.

 

Curry: “LDP some how kicked out! Looks like Stryke took a bit too much time making the cover there.”

 

Stryke slowly pulls himself to his feet, grabbing the chair that’s right next to LDP as he does so. Dropping it in the middle of the ring Stryke moves back to LDP, picking his weary frame up off the canvas and taking him over to the chair. Bending Pete over, Stryke places his leg over his head and shoulders, getting LDP in position for his fameasser finisher, the Recoil.

 

NTD: “Here it is Curry Man! Stryke setting for the Recoil, a move he’s won many matches with, and if he hits it onto that chair you can add this match to the list.”

 

Curry: “LDP’s certainly in trouble here, and unless he can come up with something quick his title reign will be over right now.”

 

Stryke sets LDP and jumps up, going to crush Pete’s face into the chair. But just as Stryke jumps up LDP thrusts up himself, standing up and sending Stryke falling backwards. Stryke athleticism comes into play though, as he’s able to rotate over and land on his feet. Not expecting Stryke to be on his feet LDP turns, just in time to see Stryke trying to recover with a clothesline. LDP is able to just duck under almost instinctively, and as he does he reaches down, picking the steel chair up. Stryke runs on from the clothesline, hading to the ropes but stopping just before he reaches them, leaning down and picking up the other chair that inhabits the ring. Both men turn, to be greeted with the sight of the other man holding a chair as well, giving each man a sense of trepidation and causing him to pause slightly.

 

NTD: “Both men getting a chair! This is quite the standoff.”

 

Both men ignore perhaps better judgement, charging in at the other and swinging the chair. The chairs hot, and the pair begin to duel back and forth, each mans chair hitting the others. After a series of blocked shots LDP drops down, avoiding an incoming Stryke chairshot and swinging himself, the chair connecting with Stryke’s already hurt knees. Stryke immediately buckles, dropping his chair and flopping to the mat in pain. LDP smells blood (other than the blood that has left Stryke crimson faced) and immediately drops his own chair, grabbing Stryke’s legs, putting his own leg between them and turning Stryke over, locking in a Sharpshooter, the crowd roaring to their feet as Stryke yells out in pain, LDP applying maximum pressure with the submission maneuver.

 

Curry: “A chairshot to the knee followed by a Sharpshooter! Stryke could be in real big trouble here, he must be in incredible pain!”

 

NTD: “Rats, come on Stryke, get to the ropes, you ain’t beat yet!”

 

Stryke’s bloody face is wracked with pain, but he still manages to attempt to fight out of the move, reaching for the ropes and desperately pulling himself closer inch by inch.

 

Curry: “Stryke’s very close to the ropes, if he can just reach out a little bit further he could reach the ropes. But wait! I just remembered that as it’s Hardcore rules there’s no DQ’s, so even if he reaches the ropes LDP doesn’t have to release the hold, he can’t be DQ’d for it!”

 

Stryke just reaches the ropes, but true to Curry Man’s word, the referee just stands there, allowing the hold to go on. Stryke continues to scream in agony, but LDP shows no mercy, sitting further in the move and increasing the pressure. But even though there’s no rope break, Stryke still manages to use the ropes to his advantage, using the bottom rope to pull himself forward and through the ropes. With the ropes in the way LDP can’t hold onto the submission properly, and has no choice but to let go.

 

NTD: “What a clever escape from Stryke, pulling himself out of the ring to get out of the Sharpshooter.”

 

Curry: “That’s true, but the damage may already have been done, Stryke can’t be very well after that.”

 

Stryke is on the apron but LDP doesn’t let him get any further, pulling him back into the middle of the ring. Dragging Stryke up to his feet by the back of his pants, LDP applies a rear waistlock, before lifting him over in a German Suplex, slamming him right onto the steel chair! The crowd ‘ooohhh’s at that one but LDP isn’t finished yet, keeping his hands locked and pulling Stryke up again. Having turned around LDP lifts Strkye over in the second of the rolling Germans, this time slamming Stryke onto the other steel chair! A huge cheer bellows forth from the crowd as LDP lets go, moving around and covering Stryke, the crowd chanting along thinking that that’ll be enough to win.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREE… NO! Stryke miraculously kicks out, and both LDP and the crowd can barely believe it.

 

NTD: “Yes! Stryke kicks out, and the second best Aussie in the SWF isn’t finished just yet.”

 

Curry: “Incredibly Stryke was able to kick out after two brutal German Suplexes, both onto a different steel chair. It’s going to take something very big, and most likely very dangerous and painful to put one of these competitors down for 3.”

 

LDP is showing signs of frustration that he didn’t get the three, but like a professional he quickly puts it behind him and picks Stryke up, looking to finish him once and for all. Drawing on all his strength he lifts Stryke up into a Military Press, the crowd getting to their feet and exploding into a huge ovation as they see LDP going for the Musclehead Slam.

 

Curry: “LDP’s finisher the Musclehead Slam! Ther’s no way Stryke will be able to kick out of that if it hits.”

 

LDP has Stryke up, but before he’s able to drop Stryke down into the Slam Stryke’s fights out, slipping down the back of LDP. LDP turns and grabs Stryke quickly, whipping him hard into the nearest turnbuckle. As Stryke connects hard with the pads LDP moves over and picks up the nearest steel chair, setting himself to take Stryke’s head off once he turns. Stryke slowly stumbles back, LDP waiting for him to start to turn. But LDP doesn’t get the chance, as Stryke explodes forward, launching his leg at LDP and catching him completely off guard, Stryke’s foot hitting the steel chair and kicking it right back into the champ’s face! A big ‘ooohhh’ goes up at Stryke superkick to the chair, the Heatseeker sending LDP to the mat in a heap. Stryke quickly hops down and goes for a pin, hoping to win it right here.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREE… NO! LDP kicks out with only milliseconds to spare, the San Diego Sports Center erupting into cheers as Pete escapes the pin.

 

NTD: “Darn it, that should have been 3!”

 

Curry: “A Heatseeker hitting the steel chair back into LDP’s face, but this time he amazingly kicks out!”

 

Stryke slams his fist into the mat in frustration, sure that that would get the 3 count. With LDP down Stryke gets himself back up, picking up the other steel chair and taking it back to the corner he was just in, taking it and wedging it in between the top and middle turnbuckles.

 

NTD: “Stryke setting the chair up in the turnbuckle! This will end in tears for somebody.”

 

With the chair firmly planted Stryke picks LDP up, taking him closer to the corner before putting his arms around him. Using all the energy he can muster to get the bigger man over Stryke tosses LDP overhead, the Longdogger crashing into the turnbuckle and the propped up chair with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. A very loud, ‘ooohhh’ goes up from the crowd at the move, but in addition to being thrown against the chair-enhanced turnbuckle as LDP hits his legs go over the top rope, and as he drops down they get stuck there, leaving LDP hanging upside down in a tree of woe like position.

 

Curry: “Good god, a Belly to Belly suplex into that chair, and if that wasn’t enough now Pete’s tangled upside down. With the reigning champ seemingly stuck there he could be in big trouble.”

 

Stryke gets to his feet, wiping his still hurting forehead, encrusted with a slathering of dried blood. Stryke moves in to LDP reaching in behind him and pulling the chair out of the turnbuckle, the suplex helping loosen it.

 

NTD: “It’s like the spider and the fly now. Stryke’s the spider, and LDP’s the fly caught in the web.”

 

Stryke takes the chair he has and unfolds it, before sitting it down a bit in front of LDP. The countless times it’s been hit into something leave it a bit out of shape, but it still unfolds properly. With that chair in place Stryke moves across the ring, going to the other chair and lifting it up.

 

Curry: “Oh no, he’s not going to do what I think he is, is he?”

 

Stryke takes the folded chair, holding it high to the crowd, a grin on his face as the fans spew hatred back at him, just the way he likes it. With boos raining down on him Stryke looks back at the upside down LDP, before charging in.

 

Curry: “Dear god, don’t do this Stryke, this is too much, he’s defenceless!”

 

LDP starts to regain his senses, but he’s caught upside down and there’s nothing he can do to stop what Stryke’s planning. Stryke runs in, chair in hand, and once he reaches the unfolded chair plants his foot on it and uses it as a platform, leaping high. LDP can do nothing but look on as Stryke flies up, before dropping down and dropkicking the chair he holds right into LDP’s head. LDP’s head snaps back in a sickening impact, a massive ‘CRACK’ sound from the chair connecting with Pete’s face echoing around the arena. The extreme force of the blow knocks LDP free, dropping down to the mat motionless, the chair busting him open as well. A great ‘aaahhh’ goes up from the San Diego crowd, the sickening chair dropkicked into LDP’s head surely finishing him off.

 

NTD: “Goodness gracious, Stryke could have injured LDP there, nearly taking his head off!”

 

Curry: “That has to be it, the impact of that had to have finished LDP off. And hanging upside down defenceless, Stryke showing no hesitation or compassion for his opponent, that sickening move going over and above what was needed to be done to win the title.”

 

NTD: “Well you don’t know that, in a match like this you have to do whatever it takes to win, including a move such as that, if your opponents hanging upside down defenceless than you have to take advantage.”

 

Stryke gets back up, and lifts the still body of LDP out from the corner ropes, dragging him away from them and to the middle of the ring. But instead of pinning him Stryke isn’t satisfied, instead lifting LDP up into a fireman’s carry. As enourmous boos of hate and disgust come from the sold out from Stryke swings LDP around, crashing him into the mat with a diamond cutter from a fireman’s carry, the Overdrive.

 

Curry: “Well that’s just unnecessary, Stryke had the man beat but he hits his the Overdrive anyway. LDP’s neck would surely be hurt from the chair dropkick in the corner, and that will just magnify any possible injury.”

 

NTD: “He’s just making sure, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”

 

Curry: “Well that’s your story, I say it’s just unnecessary, he’s just trying to hurt the other man.”

 

Stryke finally rolls the still unmoving LDP over, covering him.

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!

 

“Break Stuff” hits, signalling Stryke as the winner as he gets to his feet, raising his arms in victory as he stands over the fallen LDP.

 

Funyon: “The winner, and NEW SWF HARDCORE GAMERS CHAMPION, STRYKE!!!”

 

NTD: “Yes, from SJL World Champ to SWF Hardcore Gamers Champ in a matter of days, Stryke’s certainly going to make an impact in the SWF.”

 

Curry: “Well Stryke wins, defeating LDP, but his tactics at the end, hitting the Overdrive when he already had the match won were hardly honorable.”

 

NTD: “Bah, screw honorable, he’s the Hardcore Champ, he’s not supposed to be honorable.”

 

The referee hands Stryke the Title belt, as Stryke climbs out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp, having achieved what he wanted. LDP at last shows signs of life in the ring, slowly rolling out of the ring and heading backstage, minus his Title belt.

 

Curry: “Well that’s two matches down, 5 to go, including the SWF Heavyweight Title match between current champ the Hville Thugg, and #1 Contender Fallout. And you can’t forget the Retirement match between friends Edwin MacPhisto and “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens. Whatever happens there’s bound to be massive ramifications to the event’s that will take place tonight.”

 

NTD: “And it’s all coming right up folks!”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Fading back in from another desperate shill for SWF merchandise, the camera focuses its attention on the currently inactive stage as the crowd anxiously awaits the next match. With nothing happening at the moment, we switch to an announce table shot.

 

Curry: And welcome back to SWF Defiance, our Pay-Per-View extravaganza for the glorious month of April! It’s time for the second title match tonight, and NTD, who do-

 

NTD: The Lord of the Pudding, NTD!

 

Curry: …Uh… yeah… yeah, that’s what it was. Anyway, it’s time for our Triple Threat Tag Match, in which Spider Nekura and Thoth, who have held the titles for over two months, must defend against the slapped-together team of Munich and Erek Taylor, and the Carnivalicous team of Chris Raynor and El Luchadore Magnifico!

 

NTD: Carnivalicious? That’s a Clan-tastrophe!

 

Suddenly, life is breathed into the San Diego Sports Arena as the first few riffs off "Power Struggle" by Sunna kick the crowd up on their feet! Meanwhile, the lights across the jam-packed arena black out. As the song finishes its intro, blinding white fireworks explode from the sides of the stage! The lights come back as the fire goes out, revealing Munich on the stage! He pauses there for a few seconds, enjoying the moment as Funyon takes up the mike.

 

Funyon: The following is a Triple Threat Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SWF Tag Team Titles! Introducing first, one half of the first team of challengers, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 261 Pounds...Muuuuuuuunich!!

 

Munich quickly walks down to ringside, his hair dripping with water. After he gets into the ring, he quickly strides over to the far turnbuckle and jumps up on to it, thrusting his hand into the air in an impressive display of power. His pre-match celebration soon winds down along with his music, allowing him to begins his stretching in the ring while waiting for his tag partner. A small “MUNCH! MUNCH! MUNCH!” chant is started and killed just as quickly…  

 

Curry: Munich being teamed tonight with SWF rookie-

 

NTD: n00b!

 

Curry: ROOKIE Erek Taylor. Former SJL World Champion and a damn fine athlete to boot!

 

The lights in the arena dim to a pitch black, with the only signs of light are in those of the spotlights shining down and moving across the arena. The music of "I Feel So” slowly eroticates the arena and a missile-like projectile shoots down from the ceiling, exploding on impact as it explodes into a giant mass of pyrotechnics at the top of the ramp! The music kicks up and smoke begins to conceal the curtains, making it impossible for anyone to spot anything on the ramp... As the lights in the arena come back on, the shadow of Erek Taylor blazes down the ramp! The SJL fans in the arena erupt in cheers, and everyone else catches on pretty quickly as Taylor mindlessly spins around and gets into a crouching pose before heading to ringside!

 

Funyon: And now, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at 195 Pounds, he is the newest member of the SWF...Errrrrek Taaaaaaaaylor!!

 

Erek slides beneath the bottom rope once he reaches the ring. He pops to his feet and slowly approaches Munich, his hand outstretched in a friendly gesture. An entertained grin on his face, Munich accepts Taylor’s hand and shakes it vigorously, drawing another pop from the crowd.

 

Curry: Taylor looks absolutely pumped for his first SWF match, and I, for one, welcome him into the federation!

 

NTD: Bah, what’s with these punk kids these days? In my day, you didn’t get a title shot until you won a dozen matches in a row! And that’s if the booker liked ya, by crackey!

 

Munich and Taylor begin to prepare for their match, when the arena lights fade into blackness once more and a soft female voice whispers, “Midnight Carnival.” The SWFTron flashes blazing white in time with the opening beats of the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Love Rollercoaster” as the Carnival’s anthem pumps through the arena, revealing with each flash thin black lettering that reads “Step Right Up!” The arena comes unglued as everyone’s favorite group of weirdo’s sends their representatives to battle!

 

NTD: What is it about these guys that people love?! I MUST POSSESS THE SECRET!

 

Curry: It’s pants.

 

NTD: Never mind.

 

As the guitar part drops in, three blue laser lights trace the arena, all stemming from the same point in the middle of the entrance ramp. As the words “Roll-ah-coast-ah… of Lo-o-ove” echo through the arena for the first time, the laser lights flare out into a blue haze across the entrance ramp with no sign yet of Magnifico or Raynor.

 

NTD: Maybe they nosho-

 

As the refrain arrives for the first time, the arena plunges back into darkness just as purple strobe lights tear through the house and the blue laser lights spiral wildly, when the screeching of tires are suddenly heard echoing throughout the inside of the arena!

 

NTD: Ah damnit!

 

The audience bursts into cheers upon hearing this, and they only get crazier when the Midnight Carnival’s less-than-legal golf cart comes barreling out from behind the curtain, with Raynor at the wheel and Magnifico beside him! Chris does crazy-eights on the stage, then slams on the brakes at the top of the ramp, giving both men an opportunity to step out play to the crowd for a few seconds!

 

Curry: And here comes the Midnight Carnival! And you’ve gotta believe their minds aren’t totally on the mat-

 

NTD: I don’t gotta believe it, and I won’t, Curry-Man! Tonight they say goodbye to one of their members, and I for one won’t miss ‘em!

 

When their showboating is done, Magnifico and Raynor re-secure themselves within the cart, and Chris puts the pedal to the proverbial metal, sending the cart flying down the ramp, Magnifico’s Mexican Flag flapping wildly in the wind!

 

Funyon: And now, representing the Midnight Carnival, at a combined weight of 440 Pounds...the SWF Light Heavyweight Champion, El Luchadore Magnifico, and Chrrrrrrrris Raaaaaaynor!!

 

As the cart approaches the ring, it becomes painfully apparent that the cart has seen better days. Duct tape covers almost everything, and there are tiny replacement pieces falling off, leaving a trail back up the ramp.

 

NTD: Damn it, I thought I’d never have to see that poor excuse for a golf cart again! Jay Dawg destroyed that thing in his match with Raynor!

 

Curry: Maybe so, but the Carnival had it repaired lickity-split! It’s bigger, better, and badder than ever before!

 

The bumper falls off.

 

NTD: You were saying?

 

Raynor suddenly swerves to the left, missing the ring steps by near inches as the Carnies begin to take a pre-victory victory lap! Munich and Taylor watch on with much amusement as Raynor, one hand on the wheel and one hand being used to slap fans’ hands, quickly and dangerously makes his way around on the ring, screeching to a halt upon reaching the ramp again. Raynor and Magnifico make a show of unbuckling their seatbelts, and put the cart in park, then hop out. They slide into the ring and pop to their feet simultaneously, and the luchadore opts to hop onto the nearest second turnbuckle while Chris rips off his jersey and throws it to the overexcited crowd! Magnifico pumps his fist into the air vigorously as Raynor continues charging up his fans!

 

Curry: Interesting to note also, NTD… guess who’s got a birthday soon?

 

NTD: Curry! You remembered!

 

*NTD moves to hug Curry, and gets kicked in the face*

 

Curry: Not you, you freak! The Midnight Carnival!

 

NTD: … oh…

 

The Carnies’ celebration finally winds down, as Magnifico hops off of the corner and joins Raynor in one corner. Their theme music begins to die down, but is quickly replaced by a much less cheery one, as a haunting, bassless beat begins to play while the arena lights are suddenly cut out. Ephemeral flashes of white randomly illuminate sections of the crowd, but as soon as they appear, they leave. The bass becomes more pronounced, gradually, and the crowd can almost feel a cold, foreboding wind blow through the empty air.

 

"What's wrong, motherfucker, you were a man just a minute ago..."

 

BOOM drops the bass, accompanying the entrance of Thoth and Spider Nekura, who slowly step out from behind the curtain, entrenched in their signature Clan robes. Not slowing for an instant, the Clannies make their way through the haze and down the ramp, acting oblivious to the massive boos directed towards them.

 

Funyon: And now, at a total combined weight of 458 Pounds, representing the Clan, they are the SWF Tag Team Champions...Spider Nekura, and Thooooth!!

 

As Nekura and Thoth reach the ring, both simultaneously roll beneath the bottom rope, quickly standing back up once they are inside. Slowly, both men pull back their Clan robes, revealing expressionless, hardened faces that only draw more boos from the crowd. Nekura and Thoth shed their robes, revealing the Tag Titles wrapped around their waist, which are taken off as well and handed over to the referee. The Clannies then retire to a corner of their own, ignoring the glares they receive from the other, less eVil, teams. Spider and Thoth share a silent word, resulting in Nekura stepping out onto the apron. Meanwhile, Raynor and Magnifico take up a quick game of odds and evens, which Raynor is victorious in, sending ELM out to the apron. Munich and Taylor talk for a second, and seemingly agree that Munich should start it off. Erek steps out to the apron, allowing the ref to call for the bell and start the match.

 

*DING DING DING*

 

Curry: A great match for a long-awaited Tag Title defense, eh NTD?

 

NTD: I wasn’t waiting for it. Maybe you oughta think before you make generalizations! Jerk.

 

Curry audibly sighs as Raynor, Munich, and Thoth all exchange glances with one another inside the ring. Suddenly, Thoth hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, stepping onto the floor and drawing another wave of boos towards him. Annoyed by Thoth’s actions, Raynor walks towards him while shouting various insults and angry phrases. Seeing an opportunity, Munich charges Raynor from behind, clubbing him in the back of the neck and sending the Carnie stumbling forward into the ropes! Raynor spins to face Munich, which only makes him an easier target for Munich’s stiff punches, which strike Chris right in the jaw as he leans up against the ropes. Munich then grabs Raynor by the arm and whips him across the ring. Raynor bounces off of the ropes and rushes back towards Munich, and as he approaches, Munchie suddenly leaps towards him and spins around in mid-air, his outstretched elbow knocking Raynor to the ground with a Spinning Back Elbow! Munich jumps back to his feet and begins delivering stomps to Raynor, unaware that Thoth has slide back into the ring, and is approaching him from behind! Moving quickly and silently, Thoth lifts his leg and throws it at Munich’s neck, sending him down to his hands and knees with a High Leg Clothesline! With Munich in that position, Thoth begins dropping his knee on the back of his head, eventually knocking Munich down to mat with the strikes. Meanwhile, Raynor is back on his feet, but Thoth takes notice and approaches Raynor before he can get his bearings straight. He grabs Chris by the arm and attempts a whip, but Raynor reverses it, sending Thoth rushing towards the rope. He bounces off and runs back towards Raynor, and as he approaches, the Carnie suddenly throws his foot into the air, looking to connect with a Big Boot! However, Thoth rolls beneath Raynor’s foot, popping up behind Chris and immediately hitting the back of Chris’s leg with a stiff kick! Raynor takes a step or two forward, holding his calf, as Thoth continues to kick away at it.

 

Curry: Although I’m not a big fan of his techniques, I’ll admit that Thoth definitely knows what he’s doing in that ring. He’s been able to keep in control over two much larger men.

 

NTD: Hey, quit sucking up to the bad guys! I get paid rather well to do that, thank you very much.

 

Curry: We don’t get paid, remember? The only compensation we get is not being thrown out of the building when we show up.

 

NTD: Speak for yourself! Damn punk security guard, I’ll show him! *NTD suddenly stands, but Curry yanks him back down*

 

Thoth delivers a few more kicks, forcing Raynor to head right into the corner. Chris turns around to face him, only to receive a stiff series of kicks to the gut for his trouble. After the kicks, Thoth grabs Raynor by his arm and attempts a whip, but Chris reverses it once more, sending Thoth running across the ring. Unfortunately for him, he’s headed right towards a rising Munich, who suddenly pops up as Thoth approaches him and snaps the Clannie back to the ground with a viscous Clothesline! Munich pops back to his feet after landing the Clothesline, and approaches Raynor, who is still in the corner. As Munich approaches, Chris takes a step out and throws a hard right, which Munich takes but then returns with a shot of his own. The two men begin to brawl in the ring, and Munich shows his experience in this particular area by quickly taking control, backing Raynor back into the corner after landing a chain of his punches. With Raynor leaning up against the turnbuckle, Munich begins wildly stomping away at his gut, eventually forcing Chris to slide into a sitting position, his head leaning against the second turnbuckle as each kick makes his whole body shudder. The corner happens to be where Erek Taylor is stationed, so Munich gives him the tag, bringing him into his first SWF Match to a few cheers.

 

Curry: Let’s see what the-

 

NTD: n00b!

 

Curry: -ROOKIE can do…

 

Taylor gets in a few more stomps, then grabs Raynor beneath his arms and pulls him back to a standing position. Once Chris is secured, Erek begins unloading on him with a set of brutal-looking Martial-Arts kicks, striking Raynor all over his body repeatedly. But as this is going on, Thoth approaches Erek from behind and grabs him by the shoulder, then spins him around and delivers a quick kick to the gut, doubling him over. Thoth then locks him into a Suplex position, holds him there for a second...and then suddenly throws his body backwards to the mat, snapping Taylor into the canvas! Thoth quickly floats over onto Erek for the cover after landing the Suplex, drawing the ref down to the mat for the count...

 

ONE...

 

TWO-No! Raynor stomps on Thoth, but it’s not really needed, as Taylor kicks out at about the same time.

 

Curry: I tell ya, it’s great to finally see Erek in the SWF. He’s one of the best JL Champs in recent memory, and is sure to make an impact-

 

NTD: Wrong! There’s a reason he was SJL World Champ; because he wasn’t good enough to be here! That crappy title might as well be the replica WCW Cruiserweight Championship in the SWF.

 

Thoth tries to stand back up through his own free will, but Raynor grabs him by the arm and violently pulls Thoth to his feet before he gets the chance. Using his grip, Raynor whips Thoth towards the far ropes. The Clannie bounces off and rushes back towards Chris, and as he approaches, Raynor suddenly grabs him by the shoulder and leg, lifts him into the air, spins him around a little, and then slams him into the canvas with a Powerslam! The crowd starts to cheer as the ref slides into position and begins counting...

 

ONE...

 

TW...No! Thoth kicks out at two. After the kickout, Raynor quickly climbs back to his feet and heads over to his corner, tagging Magnifico’s outstretched hand to a decent pop from the crowd. Magnifico quickly climbs into the ring and immediately heads over to Thoth, stomping away wildly at him as the Clannie slowly tries to get up. Out of the corner of his eye, however, Magnifico sees Taylor pulling himself to his feet using the ropes, and falling back into the corner. ELM takes his attention off of Thoth and suddenly charges towards Taylor at full speed! However, Erek sees him coming and throws his foot into the air, driving it into Magnifico’s face as he approaches. ELM grabs his face and turns away from Taylor, giving the noob time to pull himself up onto the second turnbuckle. When the luchadore turns back towards Erek, he takes it as a cue to leap off of the turnbuckle and kick his feet out, driving them straight into Magnifico’s chest with a Missile Dropkick! ELM is sent stumbling backwards by the kick, and stumbles right into a rising Thoth, who grabs Magnifico by the waist and leg, pulling him down to the mat and rolling him up with a School Boy Pin! The ref slides into position as Taylor pops back to his feet and sees what’s happening...

 

ONE...

 

TWO...No! Magnifico escapes from the pin, before Taylor could get over there to break it up!

 

Curry: Like I said, Thoth is damn smart in there. He took Taylor’s effort and used it to his advantage, capturing Magnifico with a School Boy Pin.

 

NTD: Can’t you think of something new to say? You’re a professional commentator, for God’s sakes!

 

Curry: So are you, but you seem to have made it your goal to verbally torture me instead of call the match.

 

NTD: Match?

 

After escaping the pin, Magnifico remains on the mat, while Thoth begins climbing back to his feet. But as he’s doing so, Taylor bolts towards the ropes, bounces off, and rushes back towards him! Thoth gets to his feet just in time to see Erek hop towards him and lash out with his arm, smashing it into the Clannie’s chest with a High Forearm! The force of the blow knocks Thoth into the air and twists him around somewhat, causing him to land awkwardly on his head and motivating the crowd to OHHH! in unison! Cradling his head, Thoth rolls onto his back as Erek quickly heads over to the unoccupied corner. Facing away from both of his opponents, Erek climbs up the turnbuckles, quickly reaching the top rope as a low cheer from the crowd grows louder and louder. Upon reaching the top turnbuckle, Taylor stands up straight and throws his fist into the air, pumping up the crowd for the oncoming aerial maneuver.

 

Curry: Rookie mistake…

 

However, Erek forgets about Magnifico, who, upon reaching his feet, sees Taylor on the top rope and quickly approaches him from behind. ELM clubs him in the back, quickly putting an end to Taylor’s plan and almost sending him off of the top turnbuckle! While Erek struggles to regain balance, Magnifico climbs up the turnbuckles behind him and quickly reaches the top rope himself. Once there, the luchadore wraps his arms around Erek’s waist and places his head beneath his arm, setting Taylor up for a Super Back Body Drop! Magnifico holds Erek there for a few seconds...then slowly falls backwards off of the top turnbuckle, dragging Taylor with him and slamming his neck and back into the canvas with the Super Back Drop! A loud OHHH!! and a throng of cheers rise from the crowd as Taylor, unmoving save the occasional spasmic jerk of his arms, lays next to Magnifico, who took quite a bit of damage himself off of the top rope.

 

NTD: And he pays the price!

 

After a few seconds of motionlessness, ELM slowly rolls towards Erek, draping himself over his chest and making the cover! The ref slides into position as the crowd begins to cheer once more...

 

ONE...

 

TWO...No! Thoth dives on Magnifico at two and a half, breaking up the pin and promptly ending any and all cheering.

 

Curry: Terrific top rope suplex from Magnifico to Taylor, but Thoth wasn’t about to let it end like that.

 

NTD: Um, yeah, maybe because he could have LOST? Damn Curry, are you channeling Captain Obvious tonight?

 

Curry: You’ll be channeling my fist in your jaw if you don’t shut up!

 

After the pin is broken up, Thoth brings himself back to his feet, followed by Magnifico a few seconds later. The Clannie grabs ELM by the arm before he can stand, jerking him to his feet as Taylor remains motionless on the mat. Thoth pulls Magnifico, who is facing the Clannie, towards him, and then wraps his foot around the luchadore’s leg, setting him up for a Downward Spiral! Wasting little time, Thoth immediately falls onto his back, driving Magnifico’s face straight into the canvas and drawing many a boo from the audience. As the luchadore painfully rolls onto his back, cradling his head, Thoth brings himself back to his feet, glaring down at the luchadore as the crowd continues to boo him. After a few seconds, the Clannie brings his head up and draws his arm across his neck, performing the “cutthroat” gesture for all to see! This only makes the audience angrier as Thoth grabs Magnifico by his hair and slowly pulls him to his feet, enjoying the sight of the luchadore twisting and squirming in his grasp. Once ELM is standing, Thoth grabs him beneath the arm and by the leg, lifts him into air, and flips him around, setting Magnifico up for the Riot of the Blood!

 

Curry: Thoth trying to end it quickly-

 

However, while Magnifico is being flipped around, he manages to slip out of Thoth’s grasp, pushing himself over the Clannie’s shoulder and landing on the mat behind him! Before Thoth even has time to turn around, Magnifico grabs him around the waist and sticks his head beneath his arm, then lifts him up into the air as if for a Back Body Drop! But instead of doing that, Magnifico suddenly rotates Thoth’s body around in mid-air so that his back is facing the canvas, then drives him downward, smashing him into the mat with a Blue Thunder Powerbomb! A loud pop rises from the crowd for the quick reversal of fortune as Magnifico slowly brings himself back to his feet. Once he stands, he looks down on the unmoving Thoth for a few moments, then heads over to the unoccupied corner, drawing an anticipatory cheer from the crowd!

 

Curry: Magnifico took Thoth by surprise with his Blue Thunder Powerbomb, and he may be looking to finish it off right here!

 

NTD: No chance! Even if he lands whatever newfangled flip-flop flying move he has lined up, there’s still three men waiting on the outside to break it up!

 

Curry: And if they don’t get there on time?

 

NTD: The universe will collapse. It’s an impossibility!

 

Even though he’s climbing a bit slower than before, Magnifico eventually reaches the top turnbuckle, stands up on it, and slowly turns around so that he’s facing Thoth. He takes a few seconds to balance himself, then suddenly looks over to his Mexican Flag at ringside, proudly saluting it as the cheering fans await the Mexican Pride Press! Their wait is quickly brought to an end as Magnifico turns back towards Thoth and suddenly leaps off of the turnbuckle, flipping backwards in mid-air as he falls right at the Clannie! Thousands of flashbulbs light up the inside of the arena, illuminating Magnifico as Thoth rises his knees at the last moment, driving them straight into the luchadore’s gut! A loud OHHHH!! rises from the crowd as Magnifico bounces off of Thoth’s knees, falling to the mat and holding his gut in pain. Thoth returns to his state of non-movement as Magnifico rolls around on his back, trying to block out the pain.

 

Curry: Ouch! What a counter from Thoth, saving himself from the Mexican Pride Press!

 

Meanwhile, Erek Taylor is finally reaching his feet after struggling to stand while Magnifico and Thoth went at it. As Taylor stands, he sees ELM and Thoth laid out in front of him, seemingly ripe for the picking. A wide grin comes over his face as he heads over to the unoccupied corner and grabs the top rope. He takes a second or two to draw his strength together and block out the nagging pain, then pulls himself up/jumps onto the top rope, drawing a loud cheer from the crowd! Taylor stands up on the top turnbuckle, facing Magnifico and Thoth. He looks between the two, and, after a bit of consideration, shifts his body more towards Magnifico, who is still holding his gut in pain. A few boos begin to rise once the crowd sees his target, but Erek ignores them as he leaps high into the air, twisting his body in mid-air for the Synergy! Another wave of light illuminates the scene as Taylor flips into a Moonsault position, only to crash face first into the mat as Magnifico rolls out of the way! The crowd releases another “OOOOH!”, while Magnifico, Thoth, and Taylor all lay on the mat, desperately in need of a tag!

 

NTD: Well that’s no good.

 

Thoth seems to realize this, as he slowly rolls onto his stomach and begins crawling towards Spider, who anxiously outstretches his hand. Meanwhile, Raynor begins pounding on the top turnbuckle, getting the crowd to clap in unison in support of Magnifico! As the clapping grows louder and louder, the luchadore slowly turns towards Raynor and begins crawling towards him, while Thoth approaches his corner! At the same time, Taylor starts towards his own corner, dead last in this race for a tag!

 

Curry: Thoth’s definitely going to get his partner in, but what about Magnifico and Taylor? Once Spider is in, will he allow them to make their tags?

 

NTD: Hell no! He’ll shoot his web and yank them back towards him!

 

Curry: ...he can’t do that, NTD.

 

NTD: Says you! Just watch and be humbled!

 

After quite a bit of struggling and crawling, Thoth finally reaches his corner, diving at Spider’s hand and tagging him in to a throng of boos.

 

*NTD hums the Spider-Man theme song.*

 

Spider quickly enters the ring and looks between Magnifico and Taylor, who are approaching their respective corner, and tries to decide between the lesser of two evils. Thinking quickly, he heads over to Taylor, who is further away and easier to catch. Erek is only a few feet away from his corner when Spider suddenly grabs him by the leg and begins dragging him towards the center of the ring! However, Erek suddenly turns onto his back and kicks out with his free leg, driving it into Spider’s gut and sending him stumbling backwards across the ring! Spider regains his balance and charges towards Taylor, determined to stop his tag, but his quest is suddenly cut short when Magnifico tags in Raynor to a resounding pop from the crowd! Spider is distracted by the rather large Carnie entering the ring, giving Taylor the time to reach his corner and tag in Munich, to another pop from the excited crowd!

 

Curry: Three fresh men into the ring!

 

Spider’s eyes flash back and forth between Raynor and Munich…

 

… and a few seconds later they’re flashing back and forth between ceiling beams, as a double-shoulder block sends him crashing to the mat! Raynor runs one way and Munich the other, and a double-elbow drop follows!

 

Curry: Nice teamwork from opposing teams!

 

NTD: Sickening, ain’t it?

 

Munich picks Spider up and whips him hard into the Carnival’s corner! Just as Nekura’s back hits the post, he charges after him and crushes him into the corner!

 

“OOH!”

 

Munch steps back to see the effects of his work, and now Raynor runs forward and does the same!

 

“OOOH!”

 

NTD: Oh come on!

 

Munch glances at the Rayn-Man, a look of spite on his face, and after taking a step back he runs at Nekura for a second time!

 

“OOOH!”

 

And now the competition is on! Raynor heads to the opposite corner and begins stomping his foot, and the crowd rhythmically claps along! The beats get faster and faster, and with a resounding “CHARGE!” from the still recovering Magnifico, Raynor rockets across the ring! Spider is dazed, but conscious enough to know what’s coming, and he tries to move-

 

NTD: This isn’t right!

 

Magnifico’s got Spider’s arms! He struggles tohold him steady for Raynor who-

 

“OOOOH!”

 

The Carny steps back, and lets Spider out of the corner. The Clannie takes a few steps out…

 

… then falls flat on his face! Raynor takes a long theatrical bow to the audience!

 

NTD: This is supposed to be a-

 

WHAM! Munich levels Raynor with a clothesline!

 

NTD: Ah, there we go.

 

Raynor pops back up quickly, but he’s beaten back into the turnbuckle once more. A long chain of fists to Raynor’s midsection, and when he finally relents, Raynor falls to his knees and doubles over. Munich then turns to Nekura, who is nearly up to his feet. Spider grabs the ropes and hops up, and is immediately clotheslined over the top! He then tags Erek and points to Raynor. Erek steps into the ring, and Munich follows Spider to the outside.

 

Curry: Munich showing off his newfound aggressiveness, and it could be what gets him his first taste of tag-team gold!

 

NTD: It’s not all its cracked up to be, you know. Tag team gold doesn’t taste very good.

 

Curry: Doesn’t… taste… NTD, tell me you didn-

 

*NTD holds up one of the belts. A bite-shaped piece is missing from the bottom.*

 

Munich very cautiously approaches the Clan‘s leader. When he’s sure of himself, he grabs Spider by the arm and hurls him toward the steel pos-

 

-Reversal! Munchie goes flying and-

 

*THUNK*

 

He collapses to the floor! Spider takes a moment to catch his breath…

 

Back in the ring, Taylor has taken to stomping the piss out of Raynor. He’s reached well over a dozen boots and he doesn’t show much sign of stopping!

 

NTD: And he’s supposed to be a Tag God?

 

Curry: Oh shut up, like you know anything about Tag.

 

*NTD pokes Curry*

 

NTD: Tag!

 

The referee finally has mercy and begins trying to pull Erek away. He turns around to check on Spider… And Raynor kicks him in the back of the knee! Taylor falls to his knees, and before he can try to recover Raynor sends another boot to the back of his head! Taylor’s face slams into the mat! Raynor rolls him over for a quick cover!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH- Spider dives into the ring and breaks the count! He then yanks Raynor up by his hair and winds up a right hand- Raynor blocks and fires one of his own! Spider is stunned, and Raynor follows up with a second, a third, a fourth! Raynor kicks Nekura in the gut, then shoves his head between his legs! The crowd begins to stir as the Rayn-Man hoists his foe up onto his shoulders!

 

“SMAAAAAAASH!”

 

Powerbomb! The entire ring shakes violently from the impact, and a “Smash! Smash! Smash!” chant grows as Raynor lifts Spider back up and drops him backwards right onto Taylor!

 

Curry: Hey- Spider landed on Taylor, an- The ref’s counting!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR- Raynor drops an elbow across the back of Nekura’s head!

 

NTD: Oh that would have been priceless, Curry! Priceless!

 

Curry: Raynor almost SMASHed his team out of the match!

 

Raynor grabs Spider by his hair and yanks him up, while Taylor remains flat on his back. Nekura is dragged across the ring, then bent over and set up for a suplex!

 

Curry: Good lord, Taylor’s not gonna like this!

 

Raynor hoists Nekura up over his head and holds him up high for several seconds, while taking a few steps back… He falls backwards, and Spider again crashes into Taylor!

 

Curry: The ref’s counting it again!

 

ONE!

 

Raynor’s just standing there!

 

TWO!

 

What’s he doing?!

 

T

H

R

E

E- With a slight nudge of Raynor’s boot, Spider is rolled off of Taylor. Raynor covers him instead!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR- Taylor kicks out!

 

NTD: It’s madness!

 

Curry: Raynor is-

 

NTD: MAAAADNEEESSSS!

 

Curry: …

 

Raynor jumps to his feet and picks up both opponents. He gets a firm hold on their heads, then rams them together, and the two grab their craniums and curse like you’ve never heard before! Raynor jumps on the turnbuckle, and another raised fist to the crowd gets another grand cheer! After wasting sufficient time, he turns back to the duties at hand-

 

*WHAM*

 

Taylor had run into the ropes, and just as Raynor turned around he jumped and connected with a Lou Thesz Press! With his right hand around Raynor’s neck, Erek begins pummeling him with his left!

 

Curry: Wow! Didn’t see that one coming!

 

NTD: More power to him! That had to be humiliating, what Raynor just did!

 

Erek breaks the choking before the five-count, but continues to fire right hands into Raynor’s face! After nearly a dozen shots, he gets up and steps back… Raynor slowly climbs to his feet, wondering when his lungs decided to stop working, and he turns around only to receive a standing Hurricanrana! Taylor flings him across the ring, then quickly crawls over for a cover!

 

Curry: This could be a huge upset here!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR-  Raynor kicks out!

 

Thoth is itching for a tag, despite still being a little worn out. Spider is crawling quickly to his corner- Taylor takes notice! He quickly runs for him and drops an elbow on the back of his head!

 

Curry: The rookie’s doin’ alright here!

 

He picks Nekura up and whips him into the ropes. Spider-man comes back and SPEAR! Taylor covers!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

T- Nekura kicks out!

 

Taylor jumps to his feet, and the crowd is cheering the newbie on! He dashes to his corner and tags in a hyped up Munich, and together they pick up Spider and send him into the ropes again! They miss a double clothesline, but on Spidey’s return they deliver simultaneous knife-edge chops, and the Clannie goes down clutching his chest! They then pick of Raynor and throw him across the ring. He comes running back and is double-flap jacked onto the top rope!

 

Curry: NTD, the underdogs are cleaning house! We could see a sort of XF9 reunion if they win the belts- here’s the cover!

 

A double cover, as Taylor takes Nekura and Munich takes Raynor!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR- Simultaneous kickouts! Taylor rolls under the ropes and stands ready in his corner as Munich goes to work on the Carny. He picks Raynor up and positions his jaw over his shoulder - then drops to the mat yanking his head down!

 

NTD: Get that man a dentist!

 

Raynor clutches his mouth and utters obscenities even HE didn’t know existed! Munich then turns to see Spider rising. He charges - Spider catches him! Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

 

Curry: That’ll kill your momentum alright.

 

NTD: Hell, that’ll kill YOU alright.

 

Nekura again begins crawling to his corner… his hand is outstretched, as is Thoth’s! He’s inches away - he pulls back - he swipes his hand forward - he MAKES THE TAG!

 

… with thin air! Raynor has his leg and is dragging him away!

 

Curry: Excellent strategy by Raynor! Never let a fresh opponent in when you’ve got two of them!

 

Raynor drops Spider’s leg and picks him up instead, then whips him into the far ropes. He then sticks his hand out, and Magnifico tags it and leaps over the ropes and stands behind Raynor! Spider hit’s the ropes and comes back - Raynor flapjacks him, and Magnifico springs off the second rope, flies back towards them and dropkicks Nekura in the face!

 

NTD: NO! NOT AGAIN!

 

Curry: The Toaster Oven! Raynor and Spark’s old double team move!

 

Magnifico drops down for the cover as Raynor heads for the corner!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THRE- NO! Spider kicks out!

 

Curry: SO CLOSE! The Carnival almost had this thing won!

 

Munich is back up, and the moment Magnifico pops up to his feet, Munich is all over him with a flurry of rights and lefts! The wily Mexican is driven back into the neutral corner, and Munich begins the knife-edged-chop-athon!

 

*SMACK*

 

WHOO!

 

*SMACK*

 

WHOO!

 

*SMACK*

 

WHOO!

 

NTD: Go Munich! Damn dirty Mexicans!

 

Curry: And again, the third man is being ignored! Spider’s gonna make the tag!

 

Indeed, Spider Nekura is once more crawling for his corner, and neither Magnifico nor Munich manage to see it! Nekura finally reaches the now hyperactive Thoth, and he makes the tag! The crowd boos and hisses, trying to warn the good guys, but Thoth is quickly upon them! He grabs Munich, spins him around, and delivers a stiff Double-Arm DDT! Magnifico tries to charge him, but Thoth is too quick and he hip tosses the luchadore across the ring! Magnifico rolls to his feet and runs at him a second time, but this time he’s back-dropped waaaaay high in the air and he comes crashing down in a painful fashion!

 

Curry: Thoth has been wanting in for a while, and now that he is, he’s cleaning house!

 

NTD: He’s whooping up! He’s on fire! He’s taking them to school! He’s going like there‘s no tomorrow!

 

Curry: And where were you when Taylor was in control?

 

NTD: Eh… he was… OK, I guess…

 

Both Munich and Magnifico are recovering, and Thoth takes a few steps back to prepare. Munich charges first, but for his trouble all he gets is a roundhouse kick to the face! Magnifico is next, and he runs as fast as he can towards Thoth! The Clan member braces himself- Magnifico slides between his legs! The wily Mexican leaps to his feet!

 

… and is also roundhouse kicked in the face.

 

Curry: Well that was anticlimactic.

 

Thoth grabs Munich and drags him to his feet, kicks him in the gut, and for the second time tonight does the cutthroat…

 

Curry: A second Riot of the Blood attempt, this time on Munich…

 

Thoth underhooks Munchie’s arms and prepares to lift him up-

 

A cheer from the crowd as Erek Taylor leaps over the top rope! He jumps onto Thoth’s back and begins pummeling the side of his head, and Munich breaks free!

 

NTD: Come on Curry, you can’t see the clinging-on-opponents-back-and-pounding-away shtick without telling me he’s a n00b.

 

Curry: Well…

 

Thoth angrily swipes at Taylor, and eventually snags his hair. With a great pull, he snaps Taylor over his head to the mat! Erek pops back up, and the two start brawling! Thoth seems to be getting the upper hand, when Magnifico and Munich jump him from behind!

Nekura steps through the ropes…

 

Curry: And here we go!

 

… and so does Raynor! All of the participants begin swinging fists, and eventually they pair off as Raynor/Nekura, Magnifico/Munich, and Thoth/Taylor! One of those pairs doesn’t last long, as Thoth sends Taylor out over the top with a clothesline! Raynor is in a brawl-for-all with Nekura, a brawl which he is winning! He shoves Spider back into the corner and mounts the turnbuckle above him!

 

Curry: Trademark Raynor her-

 

NTD: Lookit!

 

Thoth steps up behind Raynor and locks his arms around his waist! Raynor tries to kick off and away from the ropes, but Thoth is too quick in hoisting him up and over in a German Suplex! Raynor covers his head and rolls under the ropes to the safety of the matted floor. Nekura shakes the cobwebs from his head, nods to Thoth, and the two of them clothesline both Magnifico and Munich together!

 

NTD: Bwahaha!

 

Curry: … that was an awful evil laugh…

 

NTD: Like you could do bett-

 

Curry: It’s starts with an M! Muahaha!

 

NTD: Shows what you know!

 

The referee, beat red from frustration, is shrieking at Nekura to leave the ring, and the Clan’s leader finally obliges. Thoth grabs Magnifico’s arm and picks him up, then whips him into the ropes. As the luchadore makes his return pass, Thoth charges and cross-body’s him into a pin!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

T

H

R

E- Munich breaks the count as Magnifico’s shoulder kicks up!

 

Thoth, angered by Munich’s insolence, stands him up and begins wailing away with chops to the chest! Munich falls back into the ropes, and Thoth attempts the Irish Whip - reversed! Thoth goes running, and he has to hop over Magnifico! He turns to have his back hit the ropes, but the second he comes off Magnifico catches him in a drop toe-hold, and locks a Crossface on Thoth when he hits the mat!

 

Curry: Sangria stretch!

 

NTD: MOR-ON!

 

Munich looks on with a slight grin - until he sees Thoth’s hand begin hovering above the mat! He then immediately dives across the ring and drops an elbow on Magnifico’s back, breaking the hold! The luchadore groggily gets to his feet, but Munich kicks him in the back of the leg, and he falls right back down! Munchie then grabs Magnifico’s legs and steps through…

 

Curry: Now HE’S locking on a submission - his favorite, The Sharpshooter!

 

Magnifico is near the ropes!

 

But facing the wrong way! Munich is face to face with the middle rope, and in a pleasant gesture he smiles to it… then eats it, as a foreign foot comes from behind and nails the back of his head!

 

Curry: Here we go again!

 

Nekura is in, and he’s delivering more kicks to Munich’s unprotected head! Raynor and Taylor both run in at the same time and begin beating on the Clanny! Thoth jumps to his feet and tackles Taylor from behind, and soon they’re paired off! Nekura and Taylor are trading fists while Raynor and Thoth do the same, and Magnifico and Munich are recovering on the canvas!

 

Curry: It’s pier six brawl!

 

NTD: Ever been in a Pier 1 brawl? *shudders*

 

Curry: Pier 1? The store?

 

NTD: FEAR THE LAMP!

 

A stiff right hand sends Thoth down to the mat! Magnifico gets to his feet, a little woozy, but he immediately takes advantage of the situation! Taylor and Nekura are tied up near the ropes, and both Carnies charge them at once and send them flying to the outside! Thoth and Munich attack the Carnies from behind now, and they pair off as Magnifico/Thoth and Raynor/Munich! Thoth blocks a right hand from Mag and begins firing stiff chops to the chest, backing him into the corner! On the other end, Munich is delivering a storm of kicks to Raynor’s gut! Munich looks back and calls to Thoth, who nods, and the two men grab their respective Carny’s and Irish whip them towards each oth-

 

-DOUBLE REVERSAL! Thoth and Munich crash into each other!

 

NTD: Who’s legal!?

 

Curry: Who cares?!

 

NTD: Theoretically, you should. You’re the face play-by-play, and are always shilling for fair play-

 

*WHAP*

 

NTD: Mah nung!

 

Raynor kicks Munich in the stomach and jams his head between his legs!

 

Curry: Another SMASH?

 

Magnifico stands back-to-back with Thoth and locks their arms together!

 

Curry: What the-

 

Raynor waves a hand in a circle above his head, and this produces the loudest pop of the night as everyone in the arena leaps to their feet!

 

Curry: NTD, he’s calling for the Walk-Off! And Magnifico- The Encore Cross!

 

NTD: Cor-ny! Cor-ny!

 

Raynor hooks Munchie’s arms, and jumps! Munich pulls with all his might, but he can’t break his arms free in time, and his face crashes into the mat!

 

Curry: WALKOFF!

 

A second later, Magnifico lifts his Clanny up and viciously spikes him down on the back of his head!

 

Curry: ENCORE CROSS!

 

Both Munich and Thoth lie still on the canvas, and the two Carnies waste no time in making a double cover!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

T

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E

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*DING DING DING*

 

Curry: THEY DID IT! NEW CHAMPS! NEW CHAMPS!

 

NTD: Call the freaking Hallmark channel.

 

“Love Rollercoaster” blares out as the belts make their way to the ring! Raynor and Mag, a little dazed, get to their feet, and slowly come to realize they did in fact win the match! A celebratory (and completely platonic) hug follows for the two Carnies, and soon the referee presents them with their trophies!

 

Funyon: Here are your winners, and NEEEWWWW Smarks Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champiiioooonnss… CHRIS RAYNOR AND EL LUCHADOOOOOOOORE MAGNIIIIFIIIICOOOOOO!

 

Magnifico nearly falls over the top rope as he leans out and snatches the Mexican Flag from the Love Rollercoaster! He then hops up onto the nearest post and waves that sucker like there’s no tomorrow! Raynor climbs on the opposite turnbuckle, and much fist-pumping ensues!

 

Curry: What a way to end the match! Raynor and Magnifico make the best of a bad situation by paying tribute to their friends!

 

NTD: But that doesn’t change the fact that one of those friends goes bye-bye! Let’s hurry the show up and get to that match!

 

On the outside, Spider has recovered, and is slowly making his way around the ring towards Thoth. Taylor is on his feet, dazed and confused, leaning on the stairs for support.

 

Inside the ring, Raynor and Mag hop off their perches and step through the ropes, holding their belts high! They climb into the Love Rollercoaster, and with the horn playing “La Cucaracha”, they begin their victory lap! This time it’s Magnifico’s turn to slap hands, and he does so while leaning dangerously out of the side! Raynor drives in his usual zig-zag style, and misses Spider by mere inches when they pass him! The lights go out unexpectedly, and the San Diego Sports Arena is treated to a beautiful laser-light show from the stage! A pair of blinding headlights pop out of the front of the golf cart, and as they finish their lap they begin speeding up the ramp! A few figure eights on the stage, and the Carnival then takes the party backstage!

 

Curry: We’ve got new tag champs in the Carnival, and we’re not close to done yet!

 

NTD: Not with them, oh no… my precious… precious…

 

Curry: Uh… right… up next we have the final fight in the United States Title Tournament, with two Pound Members fighting for the gold! Let’s show you how the tournament unfolded!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Half way through the PPV, half way through the excitement, the fights, the laughter, the dialog, the shock, we have Ben Hardy standing right next to none other than Bo.  Ben Hardy has a mike in his hand and is ready for an interview.

 

“Hello Bo, how are you doing?”

 

“Chillin, chillin just ready for my match that’s all.”

 

“Yes, you are facing a member of Da Pound, a stable that you yourself are in.  Are you going to take this match lightly because he is your stable mate, or are you going to treat him just like most of your fights?”

 

“If you haven’t noticed, Jay Dawg and I do have a history, a bad one at that…  We’ve never received the match that we wanted but tonight is the night.  Tonight I will remember all the drama that he made me go through.  The bitter memory of taunts and disrespect towards my dead brother.  Tonight we will fight and we will finally finish what we started over a year ago.  I will not hold back, I will show people that I am back and I am filled with fury.”

 

After that statement from Bo silence fills the room, as Bo looks directly towards the camera, ducking his head, eyes straining to see who’s holding the camera as he finally says.

 

“Gus, is that you?”

 

The camera moves up and down.

 

“How you doing Gus?”

 

Gus doesn’t put down the camera since it’s his job to hold it and record everything that’s going on.  He quietly said:  “I’m alright.”

 

“That’s good man, do you still have that problem?”

 

“No.”

 

“I don't think you heard me correctly, do you still have that urinal problem?”

 

“No.”

 

“You, I really hate to repeat my self…  Do you understand what I’m talking about Gus?  I’m going to ask you one more time…

 

“Um Bo…  I have a question.”  Hardy interrupts.

 

Bo’s head quickly jerks towards Hardy’s direction and said:  “Hardy, have you no decency, have you no respect.  Don't you know I’m trying to talk to my friend Gus?”  Bo looks towards Gus. “Right Gus?”

 

“Right.”

 

“See, I aint playing.”

 

“But Bo, what about your revenge?”

 

Silence fills the area again as Bo’s attitude, Bo’s face, and Bo’s composure change.  His smile turns as the word revenge was said.  Bo turns towards Hardy and said:  “Revenge, you want to know about my revenge.”

 

“Yes, it’s happening tonight am I right?  You will reveal who the person is right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What is going to be your actions?”

 

Bo looks directly towards the camera, eyes turning read, veins from his head popping out as he slowly say:  “Death.”

 

Hardy descends the mike from Bo’s lips and that’s when Bo walks away…  Hardy then looks at the camera and then shrugs his shoulders with the mike on his hand.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The San Diego Sports Center is filled to the max. Fans are even hanging off the rafters because there wasn’t enough seats. The camera resonates around them; the California girls rip their shirts off, hoping to make their new implants famous. The Offspring single, ‘Defy You’ plays over the speakers while the crowd starts to sing along.

 

“The more you say… the more I defy you. So get out of my face, oh yeah…

 

Brief pause as the bass kicks in.

 

“You cannot stop us… you cannot bring us down… never give up… we go on and on… you'll never break us… never bring us down… we are alive!”

 

The PPV theme music starts to fade away as the camera skips to backstage. There stands Jay Dawg, his hand raised above his head, reaching for the stars. Upon getting confirmation that he is on camera, he brings his arm down slightly, but it remains about eye level, palm facing him.

 

Jamie: “Jay Dawg and Perfect Bo! Da Pound versus Da Pound! Destiny finally arrives! I was robbed of my U.S. title over a week ago. The punishment may have been served to the criminal, but the crime still stands! Tonight, is my opportunity to become a 3-time U.S. champion! To do that, I have to defeat the Perfect One! I will succeed, and Bo… you will never, ever get a beating like you will get tonight! I guarantee you this! You may be my Dawg at the moment, but the fight is on! You may be able to take all my will… all my strength… rip it out… but I’ll start again! Do you know why!?”

 

Some members of the crowd can be heard asking why, others pop for JD using the Offspring lyrics in his above statement.

 

“Cause THIS IS MAH HOUSE!!!”

 

The camera returns to inside the arena, lights have gone out with the exception of two silver colored spotlights crisscrossing inside the ring. Along with 3 dim, blue strobe lights, which flash around the ramp. Seconds later, the start of D12's ‘Fight Music’ cranks over the speakers, as the commentary duo is once again starting to talk.

 

Curry: “It is time for the finals of the U.S. title tournament! Da Pound vs. Da Pound in what should be a battle of epic proportions!”

 

NTD: “You want to see epic proportions, you have see our Main Event! Which will be ready in an hour or so… Fallout will take on our monster champion and awesome member of Da Pound… The HVille Thugg!”  

 

Curry: “We will have plenty of time to plug our Main Event, but I really want to see this match coming up.”

 

NTD: “You just want to see Da Pound beat the hell out of each other. Sadist bastard.”

 

Curry: “I do want to see that, but these two never got a match against each other! This is going to be great!”

 

Inside the ring, Funyon stands with his PPV rent a tux on. He shouts out, barely heard over the blaring sound of the course to ‘Fight Music.’

 

Funyon: “The following contest is the finals for the SWF United States Championship! With no time limit! Introducing first… Hailing from Vancouver British Columbia… He stands at six feet, four inches and weighs in at 250 pounds! A member of Da Pound and the last SWF U.S. champion…He went through Lady Red and Chris Raynor to get here… JAMIE ‘JAY DAWG’ DRAZON!!!”

 

With the song halfway over, the fourth of the five unknown rappers singing his solo, JD walks through the curtains. The audience starts to grow irate, remembering what he did to Raynor to get this title shot. He pauses at the ramp, placing his hands on his hips, inhaling deeply. He begins to savor the insults and taunts coming his way. By the time the fifth rapper hits his solo, JD walks down the ramp, facial expression positive but plain old pissed off at the same time. At ringside, he begins to glance around, spotting multiple hate signs toward him, like “3 Seconds!? You suck!” and “Jay Job!” He simply smiles at their petty insults, before trotting over to the steps.

 

Eminem: “If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it.”

 

He stands at the top step.

 

“Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it. Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit.”

 

Shooting his arms upward, his head dipped down.

 

“You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis

Watch me, cause you thinking you got me in this hot seat

You Motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me

You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me.”

 

Entering the ring, he rests his shoulders on the ropes, stretching himself out.

 

“I came to save these new generations of babies

from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy

to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy

That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me.”

 

The voice of the rapper grows fainter, but the final lyrics are still heard.

 

“And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong

I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on

And this song is for any kid who gets picked on

A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called Fight Music!”

 

Twisting his neck left and right, JD now waits in patience for his challenge.

 

Curry: “Jay Dawg took an awfully long time to get down here! He knew it would be pissing the crowd off!”

 

NTD: “Good! This crowd sucks unlike their hockey team… who is pounding Phoenix’s ass in the playoffs!”

 

Placing his hands on the top rope, pressing his body into it as the final bit of the ‘Fight Music’ chorus fades away. The camera once returns to backstage, focusing on one well-built black man, his head down and his body heavily shadowed by the lack of lighting. The man begins to crack his knuckles, his body trembling in rage.

 

Bo: “Ohhh…Jay Dawg.”

 

Rotating his shoulders, stretching his arms. He places his hands together, interlocks his fingers, and presses them outward. He raises his head, blinking his eyelids repeatedly. He inhales loudly, breathing through his nose. Although the natural anger is flowing through his body, Bo is quite relaxed.

 

Bo: “Jaaaay Daaawg. You fucked up, son. Tonight will be a fight… we both know that. It is not your opportunity to become a 3-time champion… it is my challenge to become the two-time U.S. champion. Tonight JD, you are not my Dawg, you are not my nigga… you are just another shook one.”

 

“Keep it Thoro” by Prodigy hits, echoing around the San Jose crowd. Bo starts to walk away, toward the backstage curtains. The camera starts in change scenes, flashing inside the arena, showing the SmarkTron come to life with the word “BO.” Old clips of his victories and triumphs start to interconnect on the screen. The scene is backstage again, Bo stands behind the curtains, shaking his body in preparation. He storms through the curtains, appearing on top of the stage and quickly walks down the ramp. Face directed toward the ring, not listening to the fans and definitely not caring about their taunting asses. His face pissed off and most determined to deliver some pain.

 

Funyon: “And his opponent… He hails from The Bronx, in New York city! He stands at six feet, six inches and weighs in at 286 pounds! He went through Johnny Rotten and Munich to get here… A member of Da Pound and recently returned to the SWF… PERFECT BO!!!”

 

His named announce, at ringside, Bo grabs the middle rope and pulls himself onto the ring apron. Showing a little respect, JD slides out of the ring and lets Bo have his time in the limelight. Bo enters the ring as the frightened Funyon scatters to the outside. He holds his arms up high, flexing his muscles unintentionally, the audience boos at the invite for heat. JD rolls inside the ring, walking to his corner.

 

Curry: “This match looks to be finally ready to start!”

 

NTD: “*Sob* Oh well, the title will stay in Da Pound… after tonight, they will hold the three main singles titles! Sacred and the HVille Thugg will have to knock off some Clannites in the process though!”  

 

Curry: “They very well can! But let’s sit back and enjoy this. It’ll be one hell of a slugfest!”

 

*DING* *DING* *DING*

 

The two men rest in their respective corners, a little over twenty feet away from each other. Upon hearing the bell ring, they press out, and circle the ring together in clockwise direction. After rotating halfway around the ring, they finally make a step forward, getting a minor rise out of the crowd. About a foot away from one another, they stop and look into each other’s faces. Studying their obstacles for the evening. JD tilts his head to his left, examining the looks of his larger adversary. Apparently not one to try and think, Bo lunges at JD, forcing him to lock up in defense. They struggle around the ring, although JD holds his own, it is clear that Bo is using his size to his advantage. Finally, Bo ends the struggle by twisting JD into a side headlock, the crowd cheers for the wrestling.

 

Curry: “That’s what I’m talking about! Let’s hope these guys take it to each other!”

 

JD pushes Bo toward the ropes, but the vice like grip is not to be let go. Dropping to a knee, JD suddenly flips his body to his back, and pulls Bo over top of it, knocking the larger man onto his back. Bo gets up, irate at how JD just countered him. He gets right up into JD’s face, and the crowd loves it! His body starts to shake as his right fist clenches. JD stands ready to fight, but Bo decides to back down, shaking his head negatively. The audience boos Da nigga from Da Bronx, but he shrugs them off.

 

Curry: “Bo doesn’t want this crowd to influence him!”

 

NTD: “I guarantee you that neither of these men have any problems backing down! They just here to piss people off!”

 

Bo rubs his hands together, and makes a second lock up with JD. Better prepared for the lock up, JD lowers his body, using his legs he begins to shove Bo around the ring a bit. He twists around, applying a rear waistlock on Bo. JD muscles the big man up, and falls down with him to his side. Bo braces the landing though; his leg and arm blocking the fall. The waistlock intact, they return to their feet. Bo throws back a reverse elbow, knocking JD in the forehead. JD loosens his grips, and completely breaks it as a backhand smacks him in the jaw. JD grabs his mouth, and takes a few steps back; he looks into Bo with murder in his eyes. Bo stands ready, as JD starts to shake this time, clenching his fist. The crowd starts to cheer, hoping that JD has more balls then Bo does. JD winds his fist up, but pulls back, denying the spectators of the slugfest.

 

Curry: “It won’t be long now! This will turn into an all out war if I know these two!”

 

NTD: “You don’t know these two because you suck! It will be a respectful wrestling match!”

 

Curry: “These two never have respectful wrestling matches!”

 

JD rubs his chin gently, thinking of what to feel. Finally he chooses to step up to Bo, but the man from da Bronx lunges at him. JD sidesteps his larger adversary, grabbing his wrist in the process, and rapidly arm-wringers it three times. JD hangs onto the wrist and steps forward with a shoulder thrust. Bo grabs his shoulder with his free arm, trying to rub away the pain, but JD lunges with another shoulder thrust. Bo drops to a knee only to stand back up a second later. He lowers his head, stopping JD from crashing his shoulder. JD loosens his grip, and in that instant, Bo yanks JD forward before flattening him with a short arm clothesline! Bo shakes off the brief amount of pain that was caused in his arm, as JD sits up like he was rudely awoken from a deep sleep.

 

Curry: “Great counter by Bo!”

 

Bo assists JD the rest of the way to his feet, but keeps him in a doubled over position. The gangster hits a pair of knees to the Dawg’s cranium, following it up with a standing headscissors. Bo wraps his arms around Jay Dawg’s waist, but doesn’t get any further as JD launches him with a back body drop. On the other side of the ring, Bo is at his feet, and JD rubs at him, taking him down with a clothesline. Bo returns to his feet, shaking off the blow quite easily. JD dashes toward him, leaping with a crossbody block. Bo catches JD in midair, pivots, and crushes the Dawgmeister into the mat with a powerslam and hooks the leg one moment after!

 

One…

 

NO!! JD rolls his body over onto his chest.

 

Curry: “JD and Bo are exchanging knockdowns.”

 

NTD: “You can knock these two down forever, they will always get back up.”

 

Bo seizes JD by the jowl, squeezing through the teeth and blasting JD in the back of the head with some forearms. The fans start to cheer the violent tactic Bo is using, causing Da larger Pound member to slow down, eventually stopping. He lets JD lie, standing up. He begins to scan the audience, taking deep breaths. Those who were cheering start to die down as Bo angrily glares at them all. He starts to walk around the ring, shaking his head. Finally he flips the crowd off, and shouts “I’M DOING THIS FOR ME!!”

 

Curry: “The crowd is really bothering both JD and Bo!”  

 

JD remains lying on his stomach, and Bo stands over top of him. JD snaps’ awake, pushing backward like a snake, grabs Bo by the ankles and pulls his legs out! The big man drops to his face, and JD springs to his feet. The Dawgmeister starts to stomp the back of Bo’s head; the crowd starts to cheer the violence from him. He pauses, inhaling the aroma of that the thousands cheering toward him. He holds both his arms up, setting them up crucifix like, and sticks up the middle fingers. He has his body revolve around Bo’s while flipping off the people from California.

 

Curry: “Neither man can keep his head on the game!”

 

NTD: “It’s great! These fans are practically doing them a favor! Each time they get too violent, the fans applaud! They remind Da Pound bros. not to hurt each other! Maybe these idiots aren’t so bad after all!” thinks for a second. “Nah. They are dumber then a Thoth title reign.”

 

JD grabs Bo by the back of the head, and easily pulls his challenge to his feet. Bo responds by breaking Jay Dawg’s arms away from him, and shoves him away. He stares at JD, mouthing him off inaudibly. JD stares blankly, then suddenly starts to boil with rage. They both take a step forward, looking each other up and down. The fans start to stomp their feet as the men in the ring shake in anticipation. No is clearly taller JD, looking down ever so slightly. JD cricks and cracks his neck, Bo clenches his fists. The rage starts to build in both men’s bodies, trembling more and more as it flows through them. JD hammers Bo with a right hand and the crowd roars in approval! Bo retaliates with a stiff right of his own, delighting the thousands filling the arena!

 

Curry: “I told you it was going to happen!”

 

NTD: “Shut up! I knew it too, I just hoped it wasn’t true!”

 

They continue to hammer each other, JD hits Bo more times, but Bo hits him considerably harder. After about a minute of solid hits, JD ends the slugfest with a knee into Perfect Bo’s ribs. He pops the gangster with another punch, staggering the bigger man to the ropes. JD walks to the ropes, but gets a punch in the head by Mr. Brown. The shot knocks JD back a step, but he shakes the blow off and dives at Bo spearing him in between the ropes. They fall to the outside, Bo gripping the back of Jay Dawg’s neck, popping a few shots to his back, as they crash into the ring apron and onto the mat outside.

 

NTD: “Where’d they go!”

 

Curry: “Look on your monitor! They may have disappeared on the side of the ring but our camera men are still covering it!”

 

Bo landed on top of JD, and progresses to mounting punches. After five successful blasts to the face, JD gets a guard up and rolls his opponent over. JD begins to punch Bo some more as fans at ringside really start to cheer it on. The ref starts to count both men out, but that seems to be the furthest thing from their minds.

 

“ONE!!”

 

“TWO!!”

 

JD brings Bo to his vertical base, grabs his wrist, and Irish whips him. Bo reverses with a whip of his own, sending Jay Dawg into the steps! The top step flies off from the impact, as JD just sits low in pain, back begins to have multiple spasms.

 

“THREE!!”

 

Bo closes the gap between himself and JD, he drops to his knees, and clasps his hand over Jay Dawg’s throat.

 

“FOUR!!”

 

He starts to choke out his stablemate. Some fan is taken away by security as he was caught trying to steal the top set of steps that were knocked away.

 

“FIVE!!”

 

Bo releases the chokehold and rolls inside the ring. The audience cheers at the carnage started, but can be seen wanting more.

 

Curry: “These two are ready to straight wreck each others shit!”

 

The count is broken as Bo steps through the ropes, and drops to the outside. Approaching JD, who lies motionless. All of a sudden, JD awakens and kicks Perfect Bo right in his Perfect jumblies! Bo’s eyes bulge out, his breath lost, and he soon drops to his knees. JD presses up, using the stairs and nearby ring apron for assistance. He pulls Bo into him, applying a standing headscissors. Ripping the man from Da Bronx off his feet, and falls backward, DROPPING HIM HEADFIRST WITH A PILEDRIVER ON THE STEPS!!!

 

Curry: “That was sick! JD just piledrived his friend on those steel steps!”

 

NTD: “He showed him some respect, sitting instead of jumping…”

 

Curry: “Who are you fooling, NTD?”

 

JD continues to sit on the steps, as the limp body of Bo collapses to the mat. JD pulls on the ring post, groping his lower back as he gets to his feet. He looks down at Bo while standing on the steps only makes the distance greater. Bo is lying on his chest; the blow has left him motionless. He debates the thought for a second, before leaping off the steps with an elbow drop, right into the back of Bo’s head!

 

Curry: “What a sacrifice by JD!”

 

The crowds get on their feet and cheer as both men lie in pain on the outside. Not cheering the risk, but cheering the destruction. JD sits up a bit, raising his arm and drives his elbow into the rear of Bo three more times. Each elbow punctuated by a loud cheer. JD finally gets to his feet. He reaches back down, grabbing the leg of Bo, and drags it toward the ringstep. A small indent can be seen where Bo’s head had landed. JD drags the leg over top of it, holding Bo by the ankle. He pulls the leg high in the air…

 

NTD: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

 

…and smashes the knee down into the steel!

 

Curry: “Holy shit! Jay Dawg just smashed Perfect Bo’s leg into that solid steel!”

 

Bo reawakens, only to feel the sudden jolt of pain caused in his leg. Taking advantage, JD pounces on the weakened knee, punching and striking it many other ways. Finally settling for a pair of elbow drops to the inside of it. Bo reaches out, clawing at JD with his hands but doesn’t quite reach.

 

Curry: “The ref seems to have lost control of this match! JD is trying to rip apart the knee of his buddy!”

 

NTD: “I know for a fact that this is exactly what JD wanted to do over a year ago! In fact, he did it to Mark Stevens before he joined Anarchy!”

 

JD pulls the big man to his feet, and rolls him into the ring seconds later. JD slides under the bottom rope, and makes the cover.

 

One…

 

Two…

 

Bo gets a shoulder up.

 

Curry: “A piledriver on the steps and a massive knee buster, but this gangster is still fighting!”

 

NTD: “It will be a long time before he ever gives up! We both know that… Bo has never tapped out, ever! JD has, but very few times!”

 

JD takes a deep breath before turning his attention back to Bo’s leg. He picks the injured leg up, grapevines his leg into it and twirls around with the spinning toehold. “ARRGH!!” Bo shouts out in pain, as JD applies the torque in the submission. JD leans his body forward, applying even more pressure but Chuck Brown simply snaps at him, swinging with a sharp punch. JD steps back, avoiding the blast but leave Bo’s spare leg enough room to kick him in the face! Dropping his prey, JD staggers back a step, testing to see if he has any feeling left in his face and giving Bo plenty of time to get to his feet.

 

Curry: “A good counter by the Perfect One!”

 

Jay Dawg shakes off the pain of the blast and dives at Bo with another crossbody attempt, but Bo catches him again! Bo practically breaks JD into two with a ribbreaker, then sends him flying to the other side of the ring with a Fallaway slam! JD lies under the ropes as Bo sits up in the ring, cradling his leg.

 

NTD: “JD was hoping that Bo would have the weakened enough leg, but he was wrong!”

 

Curry: “You can tell the offense is starting to have effect though! JD looks to be setting up for his favorite submission, the Hell Busting Knee Trap.”

 

Bo makes it to his feet, walking fairly straight but shaking off his leg every now and then. He wanders over to JD, kicking his foe in the ribs, trying to push him to the outside. He finally succeeds, pushing the smaller man to the concrete covering mats.

 

Curry: “Don’t tell me they are going outside again!”

 

NTD: “So far it’s only JD! Bo might want to end the carnage with a count out!”

 

Bo steps through the ropes, and gently drops to the outside.

 

NTD: “Or not.”

 

Bo hauls JD to his feet, applying a facelock and a suplex set up. JD starts to fight it, kicking Bo in his hurting knee, but BO ignores the pain long enough to lift JD up and drop him chest first over the guardrail! Bo drops down, taking the weight off of his injured knee. JD tries to regain most of the wind he lost hitting the guardrail. The ref begins counting.

 

“ONE!!”

 

“TWO!!”

 

Curry: “Bo just suplexed JD onto the guardrail! He still has a lot of power left, no matter how bad his knee hurts!”

 

“THREE!!”

 

JD flips forward off the guardrail, landing on his back in front of Bo. The larger man gives him a kick, seeing if he’s moving much, but all he gets is a little shrug. He picks the smaller man up, grabbing him by the back of the pants and the neck, moves toward the ring but turns him around and throws him into the guardrail! JD gasps out in pain but to no avail. Fans start padding him on the head, some saying he sucks, while others have some sympathy.

 

“FOUR!!”

 

“FIVE!!”

 

“SIX!!”

 

Bo rolls inside the ring. He shows slight signs of the limp while he glares at the San Jose crowd.

 

“SEVEN!!”

 

Curry: “JD better watch it, or he will get counted out!”

 

JD presses off the guardrail, holding his ribs, but turns around, making the short journey to the ring.

 

“EIGHT!!”

 

Bo looks toward JD, and frowns in anger. He slides under the bottom rope, breaking the count, and swings at JD. The Dawgmeister ducks, and kicks the Perfect one right in the kneecap! Chuck seizes his leg, rubbing the wounded area. He ends it quickly though, as he winds up with another punch, but JD kicks him in the kneecap again!

 

Curry: “Smart tactic by JD, going right back to the knee!”

 

NTD: “It will weaken the Perfect One enough to mount a heavy move, that’s for sure!”

 

JD lunges toward Bo, grabbing the knee. Bo lifts his arm up high, and hammers it down over the back of JD. His leg released, Bo takes a step back to the ring, but JD lunges at his leg again! Perfect Bo kicks and scrapes, trying to knock off his pitbull like opponent. Finally grabbing the back of his black T-shirt, pulling him to his feet. JD punches Bo in the ribs, allowing the big man to drop him. He pulls the big man toward him, grabbing him by his groin and chest, and starts to press him up.

 

Curry: “No way! JD is going to military press Perfect Bo!”

 

Bo squirms out, dropping behind JD. He turns the Canuck around, pulls him into a ¾ nelson facelock, and drops the mat with the Perfect Pain! The audience erupts in approval, marking out for the big man’s finisher.

 

Curry: “Perfect Pain! Perfect Pain! If Bo can get JD inside the ring, it’ll be all over!”

 

NTD: “He’s gotta do that with a weakened leg!”

 

Curry: “Too true! JD hit the piledriver on the steps earlier, and now Bo has just retaliated!”

 

Bo sits up, then rolls over to his knees. He places his hands on his hips as he towers over the carcass of Jay Dawg. He looks around the crowd, slowly thinking to himself that they are responsible. He starts to stand up, when that pain in his leg strikes him, and he remembers that JD is now equally responsible. He picks his opponent up off the ground, and throws him into the ring, then rolls into the ring himself. Bo lies on the mat, crawling toward JD, a sick smile starts to fill his face. Stalking the tranquil JD, he finally relaxes and hooks the leg for the cover.

 

One…

 

Two…

 

Thr…

 

JD gets a shoulder up and Bo is enraged! He topples over JD, grabbing him by what little hair he has, and begins feeding him with punches as the sold out San Diego Sports Center cheers him on.

 

Curry: “Bo took too long to cover JD, and now he’s going to make him pay for it!”

 

NTD: “Bo is mending his mistake!”

 

Da larger Pound member pulls the smaller one to his feet, and latches his hand over his throat. The rage in Bo starts to grow to insanity levels as he tightens his grip around Jay Dawg’s neck. Looking into his glossy eyes, Bo stares a hole into him with his eyes which only hell could contend with. Finally he lifts the Dawgmeister up in the air and slams him to the mat with a chokeslam! JD lies on the mat, cataleptic in motion, not moving a muscle the slightest. A close up of the man standing over him, ripped blue jeans, well built upper torso and the face of one pissed off black man. Bo flexes his jaw muscles before spitting on JD, and the Canadian doesn’t even move to wipe off the loogie plastered over his forehead. Bo drops to the mat and makes the cover, pressing both his hands over Jay Dawg’s torso.

 

One…

 

Two…

 

Thre…

 

NO!! JD kicks out again!

 

Curry: “This can’t be good!”

 

NTD: “I almost think JD should lie down, because Bo might kill him!”

 

Finally moving, JD tries to sit up, but only makes it halfway before he is breathing in pain. Bo grips the top of his polished head, wishing he had hair at the moment so he can pull it out. He stares down at JD while getting to his feet. JD makes the effort of getting up; making it to his knees before finally being assisted by the Perfect One. Bo grabs him by the arm, but JD suddenly shows some life signs, kicking Bo in the knee! As he takes the time to cradle his hurting leg, Bo is Irish whipped. He ricochets off the ropes, and launches his sore leg upward, kicking JD in the face with the big boot of doom! JD staggers backward, falling into the corner, the turnbuckles keeping him afloat. Bo drops to his knees, the sudden leg in his pain is too much to stand with.

 

Curry: “That big boot had little effect from Jay Dawg’s frequent aggression on the leg!”

 

Jay Dawg shakes off the pain, he darts out of the corner, grabbing the leg of Bo, scissorlocks it, and falls to the mat while successfully locking on the Dawg trap!

 

Curry: “Oh my god! Bo is doomed now!”

 

JD heaves on the leg, doing his best to hyperextend the knee. Bo’s eyes begin to water in pain, not tears, but that sharp, stinging pain that all of you know. Bo claws his hands into the mat, trying to pull himself toward the ropes. Finally his body gets closer, he reaches for the ropes, arm stretches out, fingers an inch away. Jay Dawg suddenly applies more torque, ripping the leg even more! “ARRGH!!” Bo pulls his arms together and grabs his head, but suddenly shoots his arm at the cable, grasping the bottom rope!

 

Curry: “He made it to the ropes! I can’t believe it!”

 

The spectators start to boo, wishing they would be the first to see Bo tap out. JD releases the submission, rubbing his eyes in frustration. Bo grabs the middle, then the top rope, using the leverage to pull himself to his feet. Bo rubs his leg, the pain becoming more and more evident. JD reaches at him, pulling the leg out. Bo hobbles around on his good leg, his weak one in Jay Dawg’s arm. JD throws the leg high up in the air; he ducks under Bo’s leg, and kicks the good leg out. Bo lands hard on his back, his weakened leg falls into Jay Dawg’s hands. JD flips over top of Bo, wrenching the leg!

 

Curry: “Right back at the leg! JD might be wanting to use that Dawg Trap again!”

 

JD hangs onto the leg, rolling outside, he drags Bo to the ringpost. “You’re mine!” he shouts, angered as he pulls Bo in between the poles. He stretches the leg outward, and slams it over the ringpole! “ARRRGH!!!” shouts Bo, feeling the pain in his leg. The audience starts to cheer JD systematically ripping apart the leg. JD pushes the leg outward and slams it back into the ringpost. “You’re finished, Bo!” JD shouts, as he crosses the leg over its other leg through the pole. The Canadian positions his leg in there, making a four shape, then lifts his other leg inside, completing the figure four over the ringpole!

 

Curry: “Oh my god! Jay Dawg is trying to destroy Perfect Bo’s leg!”

 

NTD: “But Bo will never ever quit!”

 

Bo screams out in pain, flailing his arms around inside the ring. The pain becomes aggravating especially since he can’t break it. Inside the ring, the ref has been counting, making it to “FOUR!!”

 

“FIVE!!”

 

Curry: “Jay Dawg will have to break this hold or he will get counted out!”

 

NTD: “He’s still got five more seconds!”

 

“SIX!!”

 

JD continues hanging upside down, loosening his grip more and more from all the blood flowing to his brain.

 

“SEVEN!!”

 

And he rolls backward, letting the hold go. Bo grabs the turnbuckles and pulls himself to his feet, he jumps backward to the center of the ring, protecting his leg.

 

“EIGHT!!”

 

He gets to his feet and slides inside the ring. JD stands up inside the squared circle, spotting Bo directly in the center. Hobbling around on one leg, Bo takes a step backward. JD reaches for his leg, but Bo presses his arms down, blocking it. JD reaches upward, grabbing Bo. He grabs the larger man and applies a waistlock. He swerves around to the rear and lifts up, but Bo blocks it. Bo reaches back, applying a ¾ nelson facelock, but gets shoved to the ropes. JD taps his foot off the mat and leaps in the air while Bo rebounds off the ropes. JD thrusts his leg at Bo with the Thai Roundhouse Kick, but the Perfect One ducks, pivots to face JD, applies a ¾ nelson facelock, and drives him to the mat with the Perfect Pain!

 

Curry: “HOLY SHIT!!! Bo just hit the Perfect Pain in the center of the ring! It’s all over now!”

 

NTD: “He just has cover him!”

 

Bo rests on his back, breathing deeply. JD has bounced off the mat face first, and now lies on his back. Bo rolls over to his front, then to his hands and knees. He shakes his head, groping his leg. Eventually he looks upward, he sees the unconscious body of JD and grins from ear to ear. He crawls over and drapes his arm over for the cover.

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

THREE…

 

NO!!! Jay Dawg gets a shoulder up! Bo lifts his head for a second but drops it back down, too tired to make a judgment.

 

Curry: “Jay Dawg kicked out of the Perfect Pain! Bo took too long to cover again!”

 

NTD: “That has to drive him insane! Bo was too sore to make the cover right away, and even when he did make the cover, it was weak!”

 

JD rolls over to his chest, pushing his arms up off the mat, but falls face first back to it. He pushes up again, getting to one knee. Perfect Bo makes the easier journey, already on his knees and makes it to his feet. Bo gets the rest of the way to his feet, and pulls JD into a standing headscissors while he’s at it. JD pulls Bo’s legs out, diving forward with a flip on top of him, double leg cradle!

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

THRE…

 

NO!! Bo kicks out with some authority!

 

NTD: “JD almost had him there!”

 

Bo gets to his hands and knees, and JD sneaks up behind him, locking in a full nelson and rolling him forward with a half nelson cradle.

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

THRE…

 

NO!! Bo gets his shoulder up again!

 

Curry: “I can’t believe it! This match has had so many close calls!”

 

JD springs to his feet, he taunts Bo to stand up as well. Bo slowly makes it upward, as JD starts to tap his foot on the mat. The crowd begins to boo at Jay Dawg’s arrogance, as he teases the set up for “Sweet Tooth Loosening.” Bo makes it all the way to his feet and JD thrusts forward with the kick. Bo catches the leg! JD bounces on his one leg, begging Bo for forgiveness, but the Perfect one has none of it. Bo spins JD in a perfect circle, and when JD returns to his starting position, Bo pulls him into a standing headscissors.

 

Curry: “What a counter by the Perfect One! Jay Dawg is in deep shit now!”

 

Bo powers his adversary upside down, letting his body dangle from his shoulders. JD hangs upside down, struggling, but his arms are soon latched behind Bo’s legs. The man from Da Bronx drops to his knees, crushing Jay Dawg’s shoulders & head to the mat with Ether!

 

Curry: “Oh lord! What a sick variation of the Gonzo Bomb that is! Bo calls that move Ether, and it knocks you out like Ether!”

 

Bo lets his hands hold him up from the mat, as he cradles his knee, the sudden drop brought out a lot of pain. He turns over to JD, rolls him over, and makes the cover.

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

THREE…

 

NO!!! JD gets his shoulder an inch off the ground at the last possible fraction of a second!

 

Curry: “JD just kicked out Ether! This battle will keep going!”

 

NTD: “These are two of the toughest S.O.B.’s out there! Of course Da Pound is filled with tough S.O.B.’s!”  

 

Bo looks over to the ref, eyes piercing him. The crowd starts to taunt Bo now, hoping to trigger some more of his rage. He turns over to JD, reaching down. Suddenly JD headlocks him, and cradles his leg, rolling him up with the small package!

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

THREE…

 

NO!! Bo kicks out with power just in the nick of time!

 

Curry: “Another close roll up by JD!”

 

JD sits up, grabbing Bo’s leg before he can stand up. He quickly scissorlocks the leg and begins to fall back… but Bo kicks him straight in the head on the way down! Bo gets to his feet, standing behind JD who is on his knees. Bo quickly applies a half nelson, and brings his spare arm over to choke JD with the Wild Out!

 

Curry: “JD tried a second time for the Dawg Trap, but is now locked into the Wild Out! A sick version of the Kataha- Jime!”

 

Bo begins to vigorously shake JD like a gorilla, choking his fellow stablemate out. JD desperately grips onto Bo’s arm, trying to loosen his grip. The ref looks into his eyes, seeing if he wants to tap out, or has already passed out. Suddenly, Jay Dawg’s foot flies backward, crashing into the Perfect Jewels with a mule kick! Bo drops the hold and JD quickly mule kicks him in the kneecap. The ref looks at Perfect Bo, who has let his crotch go to grope his kneecap, and the ref can only assume JD used legal tactics. JD turns around, locking Bo into a facelock. He leaps into the air and smashes Bo face first into the mat with the JD DDT!! The Canadian sits up off the mat and roll Bo over, draping his back over top of him for the cover.

 

ONE…

 

TWO…

 

THREE…

 

NO!! Bo gets his damn shoulder up!

 

Curry: “JD just used a low blow, and hit the JD DDT… but that still wasn’t enough to put Perfect Bo away!

 

NTD: “I already said how tough these guys were! All they are doing now is proving me right!”

 

Jay Dawg gets to his feet, he stumbles around for a second, but once regaining his composure, he slices his thumb over his throat. The crowd erupts with boos at the thought of JD finishing the battle now. JD just flips them off, then turns back to Bo, pulling the big man to his feet, and pulls him into a standing headscissors.

 

Curry: “Wait! Is that who I think it is!”

 

JD drops Bo and rushes to the turnbuckle. He lunges at a shapely Japanese woman standing on the top rope.

 

Curry: “It’s Lady Red!”

 

JD pulls the Clan’s Assassin off the top rope. He shakes her around. “I’ll never forget you bitch!” He continues shaking her, before he realizes she has made no attempt at offense. He lets her go, taking a step back. She tilts her head to the side, finally showing emotion with a little smile. JD remains puzzled, and doesn’t see the 6’6, 286 pound black man standing up behind him. Suddenly, Lady Red pulls her arms back, and shoots her mouth forward, JD takes the cue to duck, and the Assassin spits the Green Mist into the face of Perfect Bo!

 

Curry: “JD dodged the Green Mist and it hit Perfect Bo!”

 

Bo desperately grabs at his eyes. He drops to his knees while doing his best to eliminate the acidic pain. JD looks down at Bo, shocked, then turns his attention back to Red. He dives at her, but she slides out of the ring. JD rolls under the ropes, but gets a sharp kick to the ribs. Annie raises her hand and strikes JD with a throat thrust and follow it with an open palm slap spinning him 180 degrees from the impact. She grabs him by the back of the neck, and talks into his ear. The camera gets a close up. “Yes Jamie… You will never forget me. I am your worst nightmare. I win what you can never have.” With that, she lets him drop, and walks up the ramp, disappearing backstage.

 

Curry: “Lady Red fought in a punishing match earlier this evening, and now seems to be getting in Jay Dawg’s business!”

 

As if reawakening from a trance, JD rolls back inside the ring, only to get a kick to the gut from Green face Bo. JD clutches his ribs, as Bo applies a ¾ nelson facelock. “ARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!” JD roars out in rage, while still in the facelock, he scissorlocks his legs into Bo’s weakened leg! Bo drops with the neckbreaker, but JD doesn’t drop with him. Bo’s good leg is pointed toward his weakened and JD steps on the ankle of that good leg. He keeps the scissorlock intact, leaning backward with a variation of the Dawg Trap!

 

Curry: “What the fuck is this!? JD has some sort of Hell Busting Knee Trap locked on!”

 

NTD: “Is it what I think it is!?”

 

Bo can’t move, and JD seems to be hanging off his leg, which is still in the air, being bent in the direction not meant to be! “ARRRRGH!!!” Bo slams his hands off the mat, trying to beat away the pain.

 

Curry: “Oh my god! If Jay Dawg falls all the way back, that will break Bo’s leg!”

 

NTD: “I knew it! He’s pulled back the move that had him win the ML title, when he made the Silencer tapped out!”

 

Curry: “If Bo moves that ankle, which JD is stepping on, JD will fall back! If Bo moves to the ropes, JD will fall back!”

 

Bo grabs the top of his head, digging his fingers into his skull. The crowd starts cheering, hoping Bo will fall back in a way and have his leg be broken! “GO ON, BO!!! DO IT!!” JD shouts, shaking his head, denying any pressure being released. Bo lifts his hand up and smacks it into the mat, once, twice, the fans start cheering, but Bo changes his mind!

 

Curry: “Bo just about tapped out! These fans who are cheering for him to do it, prevented that!”

 

NTD: “He’s been in this hold for almost a half a minute! His leg has to have nearly lost all feeling!”

 

JD continues to torque, pulling back harder on the leg. They both scream out, Bo in pain, JD in anticipation. Blood starts to drip from Bo’s skull, as his fingers have dug in that deep. He suddenly rests his shoulders on the mat, and lifts his right arm up.

 

Smacks it down once!

 

Twice!

 

The audience gazes in as Bo slowly decides this last decision…

 

Curry: “Will he do it…?”

 

His hand falls…

 

…and smack the mat a third and final time!

 

“That’s it, ring the bell!” shouts the ref.

 

*DING* *DING* *DING*

 

‘Fight Music’ kicks up as JD drops the leg lock, and collapses to the mat in exhaustion himself. While lying on his back, the ref travels toward him and raises his arm as the winner.

 

Funyon: “The Winner of this tournament via submission and NEW SWF US CHAMPION… JAY DAWG!!!”

 

A ringcrew assistant hands the ref the US title, and he drapes it over the body of JD. The Canadian lies on the mat, holding his arm up, only to be cursed at by the crowd.

 

NTD: “THREE TIME!! THREE TIME!!! THREE TIME US CHAMPION!!!”

 

Curry: “I don’t believe it! Jay Dawg recaptured the U.S. title for the third time! He made Perfect Bo tap out as well! But what about this thing with Lady Red! It started in the tournament… when will it end!?”

 

JD straps the title around his waist, and walks to a turnbuckle near the ramp. He stands on the middle turnbuckle, holding his arms high in the air, and the crowd starts to boo him out of the building. He simply smiles, as Pepsi Max cups and bags of popcorn are thrown at him. He hops off the turnbuckle, turning around to see Perfect Bo, although killing him to do so, standing up. He walks closer to Bo, and extends his hand out for the handshake. Bo just pushes him aside and slides out of the ring, limping up the ramp.

 

Curry: “Bo won’t shake Jay Dawg’s hand!”

 

NTD: “That doesn’t mean much!”

 

Curry: “It could mean that Bo isn’t happy about having his leg nearly broken!”

 

JD looks up from inside the ring, panting for breath. He looks up at Bo, who disappears through the curtains. He stands puzzled for a second, then rolls out of the ring himself. He shakes his head while the crowd taunts and jeers him. He looks up for a second, pointing to his title, which gets massive heat from the crowd, and allowing him to grin as he disappears behind the curtains.

 

Curry: “Some possible dissension in Da Pound!”  

 

NTD: “Bah! They’re always like this! You’ll see them stick together! They got both Sacred’s and Thugg’s back in their matches tonight!”

 

Curry: “Speaking of which, that ICTV title match is up next!”

 

A little video clip, promoting Sacred vs. Thoth plays up as we fade away.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The crowd cheers, the Smarks Wrestling Federation logo spins in the corner of the screen, and the ring awaits to more men to enter the fray. As 'Defy You' by the Offspring plays in the background, a camera decends from the rafters of the San Diego Sports Center, panning through the crowd, capturing their excited faces as they eargerly await the next match.

 

Two more men who are brimming with joy and such are the legendary Curry Man and NTD, who shuffle some papers, trying to look important, but ultimately fail. Curry Man begins, "And SWF Defiance continues, and NTD, the noise in this arena is deafening! And no wonder, considering what is next up on the card for this evening."

 

NTD nods, and then turns to the camera, a cheesy smile on his brow, and as always, wearing nothing below the desk, "Oh you betcha Curry! An Intercontinental Television Title Match of epic, and of course, evil proportions! Tonight, Thoth, the balancer himself, the ICTV champion of the SWF will take on former United States Champion Sacred, who hasn't been himself lately, and no wonder, after losing his wife Anna in a car accident but three weeks ago."

 

Curry frowns as he faces the camera, "That would be a devestating blow for any man, but Sacred has continued to fight for her, but he faces one of the bigger, if not biggest challenges of his career, when he meets the leader of the Clan, Thoth. Now you have it admit NTD, Thoth's methods of getting into Sacred's mind we're disgraceful, to say the least."

 

"Well..." NTD begins, "Usually I would agree with you, but Thoth is evil, it's in his blood, nay, in his genes to use those underhanded tactics! And it worked didn't it? Sacred heard his wife's name, and went of blindly... Thoth is a master of mind games, and Sacred will be so full of hate going into this match, he won't be able to think straight, and that's where the Balancer will take advantage! He's not the leader of the Clan for nothing Curry!"

 

"You're a bitter, twisted man NTD, but you have a point there." Curry says, groaning as NTD gives him two thumbs up. "But, Sacred had an ace up his sleeve the whole time... he knew something that Thoth didn't want anyone to know, his past, but let's see this little feud in more detail... roll the footage Jimmy!"

 

"... So Curry, wanna join me in my locker room for a few drinks after the show... C'mon, I won't come onto you like last time" NTD hastily says before the footage rolls, and Curry takes a few steps back...

 

The screen slowly fades to black, and the crowd's noise is soon silenced... an eiree sound is heard, and then a woman's voice can be heard, prompting the start of the song...

 

"I knew I was being threatened... Do you think it's worth holding out? I mean I've heard some pretty ugly things about those guys... ugly stories..."

 

The voice is then replaced by scratching. some heavy guitar and somedistorted lyrics, as a 'family portrait' on the clan comes onto the screen, each member in their own poses. Footage of the Clans various victories is shown, as 'It's Going Down' by the X-Ecutioners starts to play over the video. Thoth's victories over The HVille Thugg and then his victory over Edwin MacPhisto to win the ICTV title are shown...

 

We then see a still, black and white picture of Sacred holding a picture of his wife Anna, tears in his eyes... Footage of Smarkdown is played next, showing Sacred recieving the message from the errand boy, and then printing off down the hall into Thoth's clutches... The heavy beats and scratching from the song fade down a little as we hear Thoth meet Sacred in the darkened room...

 

“You,” Sacred starts to say. “What the hell do you know about Anna?”

 

Thoth chuckles, bringing his hand to his mouth. “Me? Hmm hmm... look at you. You’re like a sheep. You hear ‘Anna’ and you come braying, hoping for a morsel of information.

 

Sacred has none of it, charging towards Thoth. “Cut that shit out! What the hell do you know? Tell me NOW!”

 

Thoth holds his hand out, palm outward. “Stop right there,” he says, in a less sinister and more serious tone. “First of all, I don’t know anything about the accident.” Sacred tenses his jaw, and clenches his fists. Thoth leans down a blit, blinks, and smiles as he continues to speak. “I knew that the mere mention of the word ‘Anna’ would bring you running anywhere I wanted you to be. Tonight, I want you here.” Sacred holds his ground, waiting to hear what the Balancer has to say. Thoth can see the question “Why?” etched in Sacred’s eyes, so he continues. “Your alliance with The Pound... makes me angry, Andrew.”

Sacred flinches at the use of his real name... an angry flinch. “Stubby McWeed crossed the Clan, his first, and last mistake.” Thoth starts to pace as thoughts flow through him like a river. “I’ve already proven that the world champion, the HVille Thugg, isn’t invincible. Come this Sunday, the Clan’s favorite son, Fallout, will humiliate him. Jay Dawg is being systematically broken down by our Assassin, Lady Red. But what about you, Andrew? What makes you... tick? I passivlely enjoyed your brief brush with... ‘evil,’ as you called it. Hell, Andrew, I even found it entertaining. But you know what? I hate The Pound. And by proxy, I hate you.”

 

Thoth looks directly at Sacred, meets the Australian’s scornful eyes... with a hateful look of his own. “I heard about your accident... and it made me think, Andrew. It made me think. You didn’t deserve her.” Sacred has heard just about enough. “What the hell do you know, you Satan-sucking piece of shit? Have you ever loved? Have you? Do you know what it’s like to come home, after months on the road, your body and mind... torn to shreds, and to have someone who... who cares? Who will hold you and listen to everything you have to say? You don’t! YOU DON’T!” Sacred’s fingernails dig into his palm as he speaks with force that would move mountains.

 

“You’re right. I don’t,” replies Thoth, calmly. “And that is my strength. Look at you, Andrew. You’re a wreck. A helpless mass of quivering emotion. If you are a living example of the power of love, then I don’t think I want a part of it. ...emotions make you weaker, Andrew. You fight sloppier. Face it. You’re not as strong as you used to be.”

 

“Who cares if you’re strong or weak, all that matters is if you’re happy!”

 

“Happy?” Thoth asks incredulously. “Ha ha ha... ha ha haha! Are you kidding? Happiness is just a delusion based on ignorance. And I know... you’re not stupid. Are you?”

 

The tension snaps in Sacred’s body. “That’s enough!”

 

We see Sacred run at Thoth, but the light goes out, and he's left alone... Just like how he was alone in the ring when Thoth payed him a little visit... Sacred is in the ring, and Thoth, is as always, elusive, but abusive...

 

"STOP IT!" Sacred screams, dropping to his knees, his face buried in his hands, trembling with anger and frustration. "You think... you think this is fun? I... I loved her... I lived for her... how could you be like this?"

 

"Stop snivelling, it's becoming tiresome. You couldn't begin to understand, because... I am much smarter than you... I am better than you in every way... I wouldn't let my feelings get in the way of anything." Footsteps can be heard as Thoth walks along the metal walkways at the top of the arena. Sacred stops trembling... his hands part, and show a grin on his face... he looks up...

 

"Is that right... Yuuichiro..."

 

The footsteps come to a halt, and Sacred hears, "WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"

 

Sacred laughs... enjoying the sound of Thoth, desperate, angry. Sacred gets onto his feet and starts to walk around again... "Yuuichiro... that's your name if I remember correctly... Yuuichiro Kaesame, that's right.."

 

Thoth snaps back, "How did you know that!? How did you know my name?!"

 

"Heh..." Sacred chuckles, "Well... Nekura told me alot of things when I served under him... He told secrets that no one should hear, but he seemed to trust me... ignorant man. He told me of his disiple's around the world... I didn't know you then, but I knew your name... I also know your past..."

 

Thoth is silent... he stares off into the distance...

 

"What could he know?" Thoth thinks to himself...

 

"You know, I hated my father... good for nothing drunkard... what about you Thoth? I heard that Takuma Kaesame... was a great fighter... well, he was once a great fighter..." Sacred looks up, expecting to hear Thoth...

 

And he does, "SHUTUP! Just shutup! Don't you dare speak my fathers name in my presence!"

 

"So Yuuichiro... how does it feel? How does it feel to have someone bring up painful memories? Not so good is it... Now you know how I feel... I lost my Anna, you lost your father..."

 

Thoth just shakes his head, his hand shaking with anger, and his eyes watching Sacred...

 

"I wonder if he's looking down at you and smiling... up there in heaven... or is he ashamed of you? Tell me, have you lived up to his great legacy? Or have you disgraced him... He was a great man you know... until he was killed... actually, maybe he wasn't that great after all..."

 

"I'm going to kill you Sacred... No one should know my past! I swear, I am going to kill you..."

 

Sacred begins to exit the ring, a satisfied smile on his face, "Oh I'm sure you will... but until then... think of your father... I hope you feel the way I do when I think of my wife... I hope you feel lost and alone..." Sacred walks up the ramp, turning around and looking straight at Thoth, like he knew where he was all the time, "I can't wait till we face each other Yuuichiro... until then..."

 

The screen fades out, just as the music does, and the camera comes back to the arena, the fans in a frenzy after seeing the little video... but the screen starts to garble, and everything goes fuzzy. Sacred's face flashes on the screen, as everything turns back and white, and then the camera zooms in on the entranceway. Just as "Seasons in the Abyss" By Slayer starts to play it's evil tune, an eiree mist starts to envelop the entrance, making it hazy and hidden from view. The fans immediately know who it is, and start to boo uncontrollably, but as the camera shows to the world, some have a genuine look of sympathy, but for the most part, everyone is jeering.

 

"And here is the first of the warriors..." Curry begins, watching Sacred walk out through the mist, his eyes focused on the ring, not looking at anyone, and just is a state of preperation. "The Sacred One, one of the greatest United States champions in recent memory, shadowed only by his opponent Thoth."

 

"Well, Sacred has been here a long time, and who knows when he'll retire like you and I, and I think he'll want to create a legacy for himself long after he rests in the IGNWF nursing home. But, Thoth doesn't care about that, he just wants glory for the Clan, and for himself." NTD analyses, in a rare moment of intelligence, and he knows it, giving a stunned Curry another thumbs up and stupid smile.

 

"NTD... just a tip. Steal my spotlight, and I'll punk you out, biatch!" Curry replies, in a rare moment of Thuggness.

 

"Yo, you hasslin' me playa? I'll bust a cap in yo ass if yo not careful!"

 

As this Thug like tirade continues, Sacred slides into the ring, jumping up and looking to the sky, or in this case, the roof, as Funyton, decked out in a classy tuxedo, makes his introductions.

 

"The following match, is a No Disqualification match, for the Smarks Wreslting Federation  Intercontinental Television Championship! Introducing first, from Adelaide Australia, standing at six foot one inches tall and weighing two hundred and thirty one pounds... Representing Da Pound, and one of the longest serving SWF members... please welcome, Sacred!"

 

Sacred looks over at Funyon as he hears the sentence "Logest serving SWF members." His mind recalls great events past, but not for long, as 'Quarintined' by At he Drive in kicks up, and the lights quickly change to a dark blue colour, creating a very haunting feel in the arena. The fans respond with a chorus of boo's, as the SmarkTron shows all of Thoth's greatest matches. The beat suddenly explodes, and the lights turn blood red. This doesn't stop the fans from roaring even more as Thoth appears on the entranceway, his clan robe flowing behind him, making him look an evil villian. He walks down the ramp, holding onto the ICTV title over his shoulder, but his eyes don't stop staring at Sacred...

 

"Thoth has not stopped looking at Sacred since he has make his entrance. These two have feuded for only a week, and already they are determind to cause pain on each other that none of us could even imagine!" Curry yells.

 

NTD thinks of the bloodbath about to ensure, "I hope your right Curry, because there isn't anything I love more in the world than violence of the highest order!"

 

Curry frowns again, "I've probably told you this before my friend... But you are one sick bastard NTD."

 

NTD blushes ans shyly smiles, "Aw thanks Curry! I try, I really do!" Curry groans...

 

Thoth walks up the steel steps, and then leaps up onto the turnbuckle, unhooking his clan robe and sending it flying. He leaps into the ring, right in front of Sacred, as the lights return to normal, and the music fades out. The fans we're booing before, but now they cheer as they watch the two men in the ring stare down!

 

"... And his opponent..." Funyon begins, watching the two men like everyone else. "Standing six foot three inches and weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds... he is the SWF Intercontinental Television champion and the Leader of the Clan... He is the Balancer... he is, Thoth!"

 

Sacred laughs, and then swipes the mic away from Funyon, who hastily exits the ring, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Sacred stands toe to toe with Thoth, looking straight into his eyes.

 

He begins to speak, a sly smile on his face, "Oh no Funyon... you mean, Yuuichiro Kaesame... son of the once great Takuma Kaesame. Heh, I hope you feel great pain hearing your fathers name Yuuichiro, because when you uttered my wife's name, I... was in pain. I hope you know what I feel Thoth, to have to remember the dead every day... to see their face EVERY SINGLE DAY! I'm not going to hold back tonight, Thoth... I hope your ready..."

 

Sacred's eyebrows lower into an intimidating stare, expecting Thoth to be enraged... but Thoth calmly takes the mic away from Sacred's grasps, and addresses him...

 

"Andrew... you think you may have gotten into my head... but far from it... although it does give me great pain to hear my fathers name once again... I am better tthan you... I can forget my past... I forgot it for several years until you brought up it again. You see, I am much strong than you... in mind, body... and soul. And Sacred, I will prove that to you... No matter the cost..." Thoth coldly states.

 

"I'm hoping that you prove it Thoth, because even at your best... I am better."

 

The crowd pops, wanting to witness a good battle, but Sacred suddenly grabs Thoth by the throat and whispers into the mic, "But I warn you... I'm capable of anything, and frankly... the consiquences of my actions don't concern me!" Sacred throws the mic away and runs forward, his hand still grasping onto Thoth's throat, slamming him into the corner, and choking him mercifully!

 

Curry erupts at the sudden action, "And it's on! Both men had some words for each other, and some frightening words at that!"

 

"Sacred caught Thoth by surprise, but now the Balancer has gotten over the shock and is fighting back!" NTD replies entusiastically, as Thoth battles back, turning the tide on Sacred and beating him back into the centre of the ring with some hard righ hands!

 

Sacred tries to get a forearm shot in, but Thoth blocks it and keeps on firing with right hands! Thoth grabs Sacred by the wrist, twists his arms in a standard hammer lock and then pulls him in for a clothesline! Thoth drops to the mat and starts hammering Sacred's forehead with fists of fury, but Sacred out of desperation, rakes Thoth in the eyes, allowing him to get to his feet and recover.

 

As Thoth covers his eyes, Sacred runs over and leaps into the air, knocking him to the mat with a Harlem Side Kick! The fans are still in a frenzy after the early rush as Sacred lifts Thoth to his feet and slows the pace down, scoring with forearms to the jaw, accurately and slowly.

 

"What an opening! The fans and us here w're out of our seats!" Curry exclaims.

 

Sacred's frustration pours into his forearm blows, making them count. Thoth is dazed as Sacred starts hammering him in the corner. Sacred takes a step back and sizes Thoth up, charging at the Balancer and scoring with a shoulder charge to the ribs. Thoth covers his midsection with his arm, but Sacred gives him no time to rest, whipping him across the ring with great force. Thoth hits the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring, and suddenly runs back at Sacred, not allowing him to get an advantage. Thoth tries to clothesline Sacred again, but the Australian ducks and his arm hooks under Thoth's ready for the Spanish Inquisition!

 

NTD isn't too impressed. "Sacred always tries this move at the start of the match, and it never works!"

 

Sacred is quick to pick Thoth up and then slam him down on his back! NTD is flabbergasted to say the least!

 

"I didn't expect the Spanish Inqusition at all! Sacred hit it!"

 

The Australian quickly dives to the mat and covers Thoth, as the ref slides over to make the first count of the match!

 

 

O - N - But Thoth kicks out immediately! Sacred can't believe it... kicking out so quickly after one his his signature moves. Sacred gets back onto his feet and grabs Thoth by the head, starting to lift him up, but Thoth battles back, scoring with a few boxing jabs to Sacred's ribs. Thoth is able to get back on his feet and hit some of those well aimed jabs to Sacred's jaw. Thoth then grabs Sacred by the wrist and throws him across the ring and into th ropes. Sacred comes bouncing back, as Thoth grabs him under the arm and flips him, slamming him ont othe canvas!

 

"What a blow, Thoth ended up on the mat himself!" Curry yells. "Somehard hitting moves hit already, these guys will be dog tired after this match if this keeps up!"

 

"I'm just amazed at how quickly Thoth was able to kick out of Sacred's signature move!" NTD says, watching the replay of Sacred's face after Thoth kicked out. "It didn't seem to phase Thoth at all! They must be filled with adrenaline and frustration these two, and evidence of that is in every move they make!"

 

Thoth keeps hold of Sacred's arm, putting on a standard arm lock submission, but Sacred grabs Thoth by the head with his other arm and snaps him over his shoulder! Sacred quickly applies a sitting chinlock, but Thoth rolls onto his back, kicking Sacred in the face! The Australian is sent barreling backwards, but he is able to jump onto his feet, as Thoth gets up also. The crowd roars as the men circle each other, surprisingly, they both have grins on their faces.

 

"They hate each other, but they live for the competition in the ring, and they know that their thirst for a good fight will be quenched tonight!" Curry says, studying both men as they circle, hesitant in their approach on their opponent.

 

Thoth makes the first move, kicking Sacred in the stomach and doubling him over, and Thoth locks on a front face lock, twisting Sacred's neck. The Australian counters with haste, his hands grabbing onto Thoth's sides and throwing him over his shoulder in a release Northern Lights Suplex! The Balancer won't lie down for long however, and whirls right back onto his feet, blocking a forearm from Sacred and then driving his knee into Sacred's side. Sacred groans in pain from the blow, but Thoth gives him no time to recover as he whips him into the ropes. Thoth ducks his head and raises it as Sacred returns, throwing the helpless Australian over his shoulder and out to the ousid of the ring with a loud thud!

 

Both Curry and NTD lean over the table, looking at Sacred as he grimaces with pain. "Ooh that was nasty!" Curry comments. "He went hurtling into the air inside the ring, and fell right to the concrete outside!"

 

"No DQ rule in effect, which means count outs don't matter! They could go anyway and it wouldn't matter! So much carnage to be had, my legs are tingling with excitement!"

 

"Or maybe it's the cold draft in here... you are wearing no pants you know." Curry responds.

 

"That too Curry, but aren't you brimming with excitement? I mean, we could have two new champions in the next hour!"

 

Sacred's hands grasp onto the commentary table, causing NTD to back away just in case. Thoth grins as he exits the ring, catching up with Sacred as he pulls himself to his feet. Sacred manages to come back though, sending his boot into Thoth's ribs and slamming his head on the table in front of him! The fans go wild as Sacred grabs Thoth and walks him around the ring, the referee in the ring sitting back and letting it happen! Sacred whips Thoth... tries to whip Thoth, but the Balancer reverses the whip, sending Sacred rocketing into the front of the steps! The top set of steps is sent flying, but Sacred is left lying on the floor, his head ringing. Sacred leans over the bottom steps, trying to rest, but the leader of the Clan is merciless, driving his foot into the back of Sacred's head, which snaps forward and slams into the steel with every shot.

 

"A sickening sight that is... Thoth is starting to take Sacred apart slowly but surely, and no one will  be out here to help the poor Aussie!" Curry reminds everyone.

 

Thoth stomps on Sacred again, but this time, he keeps pushing down on Sacred's head, grinding his forehead into the ridges of the steps, Sacrd's skin grinding up against the steel. Thoth doesn't care about the fans yelling at him only a few metres away, as he picks Sacred up and throws him into the barricade at ringside. Sacred stumbles around, dazed and confused after the blows he'[s recieved. Thoth seems to enjoy watching Sacred in a halpless state, and he grunts out a short laugh before grabbing Sacred again and throwing him stright into the ring post!

 

"Sacred is gonna need a few asprin after this is over... as if Sacred's head wasn't traumatised enough with painful memories, now it's just ringing with pain after being slammed into that unforgiving steel!" NTD yells.

 

The aussie hits with a loud clang, falling backwards onto the concrete, certifiably out of it. Thoth takes his time, picking Sacred up and sliding him back into the ring. Thoth covers Sacred, pinning his shoulders down with his hands.

 

"Thoth is taking his time, slowly wearing the Aussie down, bringing him into a Clan type of match... a vicious beating so Sacred will remember Thoth's handiwork well after this match..." Curry observes, cringing as the replay of Sacred's head slamming into the ringpost is shown.

 

 

O - N - E - But Sacred powers out, sitting back up. The Balancer gets onto his feet and circles Sacred as he sits up, his mind in a far off place.Thoth grins as he runs into the ropes, charging back at Sacred and sending a knee flying at his head... but Sacred lowers his head and avoids it! Thoth is about to turn around when Sacred grabs his opponent by the ankles and trips him to the mat! Sacred crawls over and climbs on Thoth's back, grabbing him by his hair and slamming his head onto the canvas over and over and over! His face is a picture of revenge as he pushes Thoth's head down and grinds it in to the canvas! Sacred finally lifts Thoth back onto his feet, and rears back... "WHOO!" He slaps the back of his hand across Thoth's chest. "WHOO! WHOO! WHOO!" Sacred sends some powerful chops flying, but stops so he can whips Thoth into the turnbuckles.

 

Sacred rears back for another chop... But Thoth grabs his wrist! Thoth kicks Sacred in the stomach, and he stumbles backward, as Thoth runs forward and takes Sacred down with a high leg clothesline! Sacred hits the mat hard, but whirls back onto his feet, only for Thoth to whip him into the ropes. Sacred comes back and manages to slide in between Thoth's legs, getting up behind him. Sacred applies a sleeper hold, which slows the match down for a few seconds... but Thoth reaches back and grabs Sacred's head, flipping him over his back. Sacred lands on his feet, and tries for a standing side kick, but it's ducked by Thoth. The Balancer attempts to whip Sacred into the ropes, but Sacred reverses it. Thoth comes back ,and Sacred ducks his head and picks him up in a Spinebuster. Sacred let's Thoth dangle there for a litttle before pushing his arms hinto Thoth's legs and flipping him forward, slamming him to the mat!

 

"Such force there!" Curry yells. "Whiplash and spinal chord damage all in one. This is the life!"

 

"This is a see-wawing battle here, neither man can gain a clear advantage! Maybe some outside forces can have a say in that..."

 

Sacred hooks the Balancer by the leg...

 

 

O - N - E

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - W - But Thoth kicks out once again, much to Sacred's dismay. Sacred grunts and heaves as he lifts Thoth to his feet. He looks at the man in front of him and starts to breath even heavier. Sacred turns around and exits the ring, looking around ringside. He spots the steel steps that went flying earilier, and throws them into the ring! The crowd pops as Sacred starts to grin like a maniac, his yes fixated on the ring. He slides into the ring as Thoth starts to slowly climb to his feet as Sacred picks up the steps, large, but he manages to keep them steady. Sacred stumbles across the ring, the steel steps aimed directly at Thoth's forehead, but the Balancer can see it coming a while away, and superkicks the steps into Sacred's face! The Australian drops to the mat and the steps come crashing down on top!

 

"Sacred had blood lust in his eyes, but his crazy charge was stopped short! A shot like that would make a dent in your forehead!" NTD squeals.

 

Curry replies, "He got too caught up in hurting Thoth, and scarring him, that he was too slow! Thoth saw that coming a mile away!"

 

"That's what he's trying to do Curry. Scar Thoth, so he'll remember Sacred's face forever."

 

"I think Thoth has the same thing in mind... If these guys aren't insane, who is?!"

 

Thoth just shakes his head at Sacred's foolheardy exploits, and lifts the steps from off his chest. Sacred is cut open on the forehead, and is starting to bleed. This seems to spur Thoth on, as he... "OH!" The fams yells as Thoth drives the point of the steps into Sacred's forehead! "OH!" Thoth attempts to open up the wound even more, but throws the cumbersome steps away. Sacred tries to crawl away, using the ropes to get to his feet, but Thoth grabs him and starts to strangle him on the middle rope. Sacred's arm wave in the air, trying to get away, but Thoth holds him down, making sure the camera picks up on Sacred's cut. Thoth finally stops, and Sacred rolls out of the ring to the reletive safety of ringside.

 

But Thoth won't give up just yet, and he rolls out of the ring too. Sacred tries to get away, stumbling up the steel ramp, but Thoth is in close pursuit. Sacred, in a desperate move, turns around suddenly and connects with a forearm! Sacred throws another, and then another, as some of the fans get behind the Australian as he valiantly fights back. Thoth sumbles down the ramp a bit, but comes charging back at Sacred, who nimbly sidesteps. Sacred turns around and runs at Thoth, ducking his head and spearing him right in the ribs! Thoth is knocked to the steel ramp, as the fans pop for the Kamikaze!

 

Curry yells as the replay is shown, "Sacred pulled that one out of nowhere! But that alway takes alot out of him, but he needed to do it, and the fans seemed to actually like it!"

 

"They seem to love it when Sacred gets that look in his eye, when he turns it on and pulls out all the stops!"

 

Sacred holds his head, as Thoth rolls around, cluthching at his ribs. The fans near them taunt them both, saying how weak they are among other things... this seems to inspire the two men, who look at each other as they climb onto their feet. Sacred throws a forearm at Thoth's jaw, but the Balancer replies with a right hand. They exchange blows and they slowly but surely find themselves on the top of the ramp. The Balancer focuses on Sacred's cut, and starts to win the battle, knocking Sacred closer and closer toward the edge of the stage! The crowd start to rise as Sacred tetters awfully close to the edge. But the battling Aussie fights back, countering with a low blow! Thoth struggles to rrecover, as any man would, and this gives Sacred enough time to run forward and clothesline Thoth!

 

"Damnit!" NTD bellows. "I thought we we're going to see someone go over the edge! Imagine the fall! Imagine the crowd!"

 

"Imagine the injury, that's at least a ten to fiften foot drop!" Curry replies in a concerned but loud tone. "You wouldn't be getting up after that for some tme."

 

Sacred lifts Thoth to his feet, and looks around at his surroundings... and then at the fans, who cheer the brutal contest. Sacred grins as he brings Thoth over to the set, slamming his head onto the metal support! Sacred takes it to Thoth, trying to open up a cut similar to his, but has no luck, even though he slams Thoth's head into near unconciouness. Thoth's falls backward, his head spinning, but this just serves to anger the Clan leader, and he runs at Sacred, but the Australian picks hhim up in a Flapjack and throws him over his shoulders! But Thoth manages to grab onto a metal pole that holds up the set. Sacred turns around, expecting to find Thoth lying still, but instead finds him dangling in mid-air!

 

"Thoth grabbed onto that beam! Shades of high school gymnastics there." Curry says.

 

"I hated gym..." NTD grunts. "I climbed the big rope, and I couldn' t get down, and the class left me... It was traumatic..."

 

"NTD, traumatic would be me having to sit next to a pantless freak every night. You know, pants aren't all that bad, at least wear some shorts!"

 

"Don't try and change me babe..."

 

Sacred grabs Thoth's ankles and attempts to pull him off, but Thoth quickly counters, kicking Sacred into the set! Sacred's head bounces off and he stumbles away, while Thoth jumps down and and hits Sacred with a few right hands. The Balancer looks up at the giant SmarkTron which shows he and Sacred on the stage. He looks at Sacred, with one little cut on his forehead, then the large horizontal scars on his own back, and he shakes his head in disgust. Thoth grabs Sacred by the neck and brings him back down the stage, evil intentions in mind as they reach the ring. Thoth fires a punch to Sacred's ribs to keep him down, and then grabs him in a front face lock, hitting a DDT on the concrete! The fans at ringside cringe as Sacred get's folded up in a sick fashion, but the Balancer doesn't care as he ducks down and looks under the ring!

 

"Thoth's looking for an instrument of destruction... something so unholy and evil that it has never been used before!" Curry says like a southern preacher.

 

The crowd eagerly wait as Thoth rumages through the bits and peices on the ring until he pulls out... a barbed wire two by four!

 

"Well, maybe not THAT unholy and evil... ah screw it, it's just a two by four."

 

"Ah..." NTD replies. "But wrapped in barbed wire! Who knows how he will put it to use..."

 

Sacred climbs back onto his feet, but he feels like shit, for the lack of a better word. Thoth looks at the barbs like they we're his children... extremely pointing and flesh ripping children. Thoth grunts out a laugh as he turns to Sacred and waits for him to get in position...

 

Thoth swings the two by four and smacks Sacred in the face! Sacred cries out in pain as he clutches at the little cuts that dot his face and bleed freely. Thoth isn't satisfied yet, as he rolls Sacred back into the ring. The Balancer takes his time, climbing the steel steps at the corner of the ring, almost cocky as he enters the ring, still brandishing that lethal weapon. The crowd boo prefiously as he grins, watching Sacred get onto his feet, blood seeping through his fingers as he clutches at his face. Sacred takes his hands away and looks at Thoth, who is still grinning, still holding the weapon. The Balancer swings again, but Sacred ducks out of the way this time. Thoth recovers and swings again, but the Australian tries to avoid contact at all cost. Sacred decides to act, kicking Thoth in the stomach, doubling him over. Sacred whirls around Thoth and locks on a waist lock. Sacred turns Thoth around a little and picks him up, driving him to the canvas... or should that be onto the two by four! Thoth's head grinds up against the sharp iron as the referee slides down and counts...

 

 

O - N - E

 

 

 

 

 

T - W - O

 

 

 

 

 

 

T -- But Thoth kciks out, at great cost to his own health, as the barbs scratch his face. Sacred is determined to hurt Thoth now, and exits the ring and looks under the squared circle for something. The fans don't care about either man, they just cheer for violence!

 

"Now it's Sacred turn to introduce a weapon, but what will it be? A cricket bat? The ol' jar of Vegemite?" NTD asks the people at home.

 

Curry answers for them, "I don't think that's been used before NTD, but that would hurt like hell!"

 

Sacred finally surfaces again with... a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire!

 

"Jeez louise, more wire!" Curry exclaims.

 

Sacred smiles and nods his head as slides back into the ring, where Thoth is just starting to get up, with help from the turnbuckles. Sacred leans over, waiting for his time to strike, holding onto the chair like a thing you hold onto really tight. Thoth walks out of the corner, and Sacred charrges, swinging the chair, but Thoth kicks it back into his face! Sacred falls stright to the mat, but manages to get back onto his feet. Thoth meets him immediately, grabbing him by the arm, holding it out and then falling backwards, hitting a Downward Spiral onto the steel chair! The audience groan as Sacred's head bounces off the chair...

 

"Holy crap!" Curry yells. "Thoth thwarted Sacred's head on charge again, and then hit the Downward Spiral onto the chair! These guys just won't stop..."

 

"I wonder if there's a gun under that ring, because if there is, they'll need it to win! Guns are allowed in No DQ matches right Curry Man?" NTD asks genuinally.

 

"I think so, but you can't use spoons. Spoons are much, MUCH worse than guns."

 

Sacred is in anguish as he gets back onto his feet, but no rest for the wicked, as Thoth whips him across the ring and into the turnbuckles. Thoth picks up the two by four and clambers over to Sacred, the crowd in a frenzy after the last move. Thoth isn't done though, as his breathing intensifies, looking at Sacred's eyes, which are glazed over, blood trickling down onto his eyelids. Thoth looks down at the weapon he posseses... and then strikes Sacred in the face! The Aussie tries to protect his face as Thoth mauls him with the wire, digging into the side of his face! The referee, who hasn't been able to do anything up to this point, decides to step in, telling Thoth to get off before he does more damage, but he just pushes the ref away! Thoth grinds into Sacred's face, creating even more cuts, but finally stops as he hears the crowd boo and chant, "Thoth sucks! Thoth sucks! Thoth sucks!" He just grins and ignores them, insead, he marvels at his handiwork, the blood streaming down Sacred's face.

 

"This is sick... this is twisted... and I love it!" Says a deleriously happy NTD.

 

"How can you enjoy this NTD?" Curry asks. "Thoth is literally ripping him apart... I don't think he'll last much longer with the blood he's losing, he'll be too weak to fight."

 

Sacred stumbles out of the corner, as Thoth kicks him in the stomach, hooks both of his arms and then DDT's him to the mat! Thoth pins after the Double arm DDT, he is confident he has it in the bag. The referee falls to the mat and slams his hand down...

 

 

O - N - E

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - W - O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - H - R - E - But Sacred gets a shoulder up! Thoth gets to his feet and goes toe to toe with the referee, asking how he could not have won it there. The referee is intimidated by Thoth, ut doesn't back down still claiming Sacred got a shoulder up in time. Behind Thoth, Sacred somehow climbs back onto his feet, grabbing the chair while he does! Sacred holds onto the chair with shaky arms as Thoth just forgets the referee and turns around...

 

WHAM! Thoth falls to the mat as the chair crushes into his skull. Sacred weakily drops the chair and lifts The Balancer back onto his feet. Sacred delivers a few hard knee rises into Thoth's chest, before whipping him into the ropes. Sacred picks Thoth up and and twirls him around, slamming him down onto his knee! Thoth cries out, holding his back with one arm as Sacred grabs the chair again, placing it over Thoth's head!

 

"I don't like the look of this NTD..." Curry says. "Sacred's not in a correct state of mind."

 

"When is he?" NTD asks. "Like he said, he doesn't care about the consiquences of his actions, even if the consequences are his body being totally decimated!"

 

Sacred heads to the top rope, slowly climbing after the injuries he's gotten. The fans roar as he reaches the top, raising his arms into the air... and then leaping off, flying through the air, down to the canvas... hitting a leg drop onto the steel chair! Sacred yelps as he grabs his leg, the barb wire tearing his clothing, but Thoth is much worse for ware under that chair, as he bleeds from the cuts he sustained. Sacred crawls over and covers Thoth with one very tired arm...

 

 

O - N - E

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - W - O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - H - R - No! Thoth turns his body to the side and gets his shoulder up! Sacred just thumps the mat in frustration.

 

"Another kickout!" Is all Curry can scream.

 

Sacred lifts Thoth up and places a hand under his chin... he looks at the Balancers face and smiles, watching him bleed from the many cuts that have appeared... Suddenly, Thoth grabs Sacred's head with one arm and hits a reverse Ace Crusher! The Australian stumbles backward and bounces off the ropes, back to Thoth, and the Balancer scoops Sacred up and posisitions hs head straight down to the mat! The crowd rise and roar as Thoth shows Sacred to the crowd, in his helpless state. He then leaps into the air a litle and drives Sacred's head to the mat!

 

"Riot of the Blood!" Curry screams. "Thoth got an Ace Crusher out of nowhere, while Sacred took his sweet time , and then hit the Cradle Tombstone! He has to have it here! There's not getting up from that NTD!"

 

"There may be Curry! Look who's making their way down to the ring!" NTD yells, pointing and hollering...

 

As Perfect Bo runs down the ramp! The crowd is in a frenzy of boos and taunts as Thoth hooks Sacred by the leg, for what he hopes to be the last time...

 

 

O - N - E - Bo's large frame desperately tries to get to the ring in time...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - W - O - Bo slides into the ring...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T - H - R - E - EEEEE - But Bo slides over and knocks Thoth off of Sacred!

 

“What’s Bo doing out here?! It’s not like he and Sacred are the best of friends!” Curry yells.

 

“He’s just sticking up for his Da Pound brother!” NTD proclaims proudly. “Granted, these two we’re enemies at one stage, but they must have worked out everything.”

 

“Either that, or the Perfect One just wants to get him some of the Clan…”

 

Bo lifts Thoth to his feet and immediately starts to pummel Thoth with right hands! The fans roar as Bo whips the battered and bruised Thoth into the ropes. Thoth comes back, and Bo lifts up his leg and smacks him in the face with a big boot! Thoth falls to the mat and Bo mounts on top of him, laying into the Balancer with some hard right hands!

 

“Well, for whatever reason the Perfect One Is out here, is his taking it to Thoth big time! Wait a second, someone else is coming down to the ring! It’s Spider!” Curry shouts.

 

Indeed, Spider is charging down the ramp, and the fans don’t know whether to boo or jeer all the bad guys! Spider leaps onto the apron and Bo spots him out of the corner of his eye. Bo gets to his feet as Nekura leaps over the top rope and hits a cross body on Bo! Spider lays into Bo with some right hands, but Bo rolls over and counters with some of his own! The two finally roll out of the ring, leaving the two legal combatants! Sacred manages to get to his feet, in time to find his pal Bo battling with Nekura on the outside, and his opponent Thoth out of it inside the ring!

 

“Sacred is just coming to now, and what a pleasant site to wake up to! You’re opponent’s down! It’s a gift for Sacred!” NTD hollers.

 

Sacred grins as he waits for the Balancer to get back up. The fans roar behind him as Thoth begins to stir a little, trying to get onto his feet. Sacred circle’s Thoth as he finally gets up, trying to find out where he actually is. Bo’s boot inmprint can still be see amongst the cuts on his face, but that’s the least of his worries, as he stumbles right into a kick to the ribs from Sacred! The Australian hastily locks on a front face lock, leaps into the air, kicks his legs out and slams Thoth to the mat!

 

“Cruel Fate!” NTD and Curry yell in unison.

 

Sacred shakes off the recoil of the move, his own body on the line in the move, but he manages to crawl over and slump over Thoth’s weary body…

 

The referee slide over to pin as Nekura looks into the ring and desperately knocks Bo away…

 

 

O – N – E

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T – W – Nekura manages to slam Bo’s head into the announce table and rush around the ring – O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T – H – R – E – EEEEEE – NOOO! Nekura pulls the referee out of the ring and stops the count! Sacred has his head covered, waiting to here the dinging over the ring bell, but it never comes! He looks up and sees the ref argueing with Spider! He shakes his head and gets to his feet, but grins as Bo charges over and knocks Spider into the referee!

 

“Sacred had the ICTV title in his grasp, but Nekura pulled the referee out of the ring, and now he’s out of it!” Curry yells.

 

Spider turns around and connects with a right hand to Bo’s jaw, but the big man fires right back, clotheslining Nekura to the concrete! In the ring however, the pace is much slower, as Sacred circles Thoth once more, almost laughing as he watches the Balancer crawl to the corner, trying to lift himself up. Sacred puts his hand to his face and wipes the blood from his eyes, grimacing at the pain, but smiling as he thinks of Thoth’s pain. Sacred calmly walks over to Thoth and lifts him onto his feet, hitting a few forearms, his trademark.

 

The Australian whips the Balancer across the ring and into the opposite corner. Sacred sets himself in the corner, sizing Thoth up before starting his charge. Nekura manages to get rid of Bo again and slides into the ring. He quickly jumps to his feet and Sacred suddenly stops and turns to him…

 

“Spider lines Sacred up in his sights…” Curry begins to say.

 

WHACK! Spiders boot connects with Sacred’s jaw, hitting a Superkick! Sacred falls to the mat as Bo gets onto the ring apron, yelling some ebonics to Nekura. Spider doesn’t take this too kindly of course, and superkicks Bo off the apron! Spider heads out of the ring with a head full of steam as Sacred manages to clamber onto his feet. Thoth Is ready for him now though, and charges out of the turnbuckles. Sacred manages to duck a clothesline, but Thoth quickly hits a reverse elbow to his jaw. Thoth whips Sacred across he ring and into the ropes. The Balancer tries to trip Sacred up with a drop toehold, but Sacred stands firm, blocking it!

 

“Intense stuff!” Curry yells. “Sacred could have finished Thoth off if it weren’t for Spider!”

 

“I don’t know who’s gonna win, it’s just too tight! I mean that in the ghetto sense as well!” NTD replies.

 

“You’re a hardcore playa NTD, yo.”

 

Sacred grabs Thoth by the arm and twist it round his head, looking for the Knifey Spoony Neckbreaker! The fans pop, they have always loved that move! But Thoth counters, kicking Sacred in the groin! Sacred stumbles away, clutching the afflicted area, as Thoth runs to the ropes. The Balancer comes back to Sacred and jumps into the air with his leg our ready for a Fameasser!

 

“He might have it here!” NTD calls out.

 

But Sacred strightens his body up, avoiding contact! Sacred grabs Thoth in an inverted face lock, but Thoth twists his body around and then knee’s Sacred in the ribs! The Aussie is doubled over as Thoth jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and turns around. Sacred faces the opposite way, as the Balancer is ready to jump for the Scim Gale! But Bo interferes quickly, hitting his knee out from under him!

 

“A precarious spot to land, and right after he was about to finish Sacred off! Spider Nekura and Perfect Bo have been massive factors in this contest!” NTD cries, cringing as a replay of Thoth’s arkward fall is shown.

 

Sacred sees his chance as Bo continues to battle with Spider, beating him senseless and leading him up the rampway. Sacred runs over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to Thoth. He locks on a front face lock as the fans all rise, watching intently. Sacred looks at them all before leaping off backwards and kicking his legs out and…

 

Driving the Balancer to the mat with a Cruel Fate off the top rope! Sacred and Thoth lie there without movement for a while, as the fans start yelling out, “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!”

 

“OMIGDZ!” NTD yells out in GORO speak. “SACRED HITTINGZ CRUEL FATINGZ FROM TOP ROPE!”

 

“He has to have it here, if he can only get his arm across his chest or something, but that move took a lot out of him!” Curry replies.

 

“I LIKE EATINGZ CHILDRENZ FOR STRENGTHZ!” NTD yells out, giving a thumbs up the camera.

 

Spider and Bo battle on top of the stage, trding blows… until Lady Red comes out from the back with a steel chair. Bo knocks Spider down with a clothesline, but then Red swings the chair and CRACK! Nails Bo over the head!

 

Back in the ring, Sacred is inching closer toward Thoth… blood pouring from his face, as well as Thoth’s… he makes one more desperate lunge, draping an arm over Thoth! The referee is back on his feet after the blow he received and spots the pinning attempt! He slides into the ring and slams his hand down, as Lady Red gasps and rushes down to stop it!

 

 

O – N – E – Red drops the chair, finding it to cumbersome to carry…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T – W – O – She is down to ringside… “Red’s on her way to stop it! She’s gonna be cutting it REAL close!” Curry yells.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T – H – R – She slides in as the referee’s hand comes down for the… - E – Desperate lunge form Lady Red… - EEEEEE! She’s one hundreth of a second too late! Th referee’s hand comes down and he calls for the bell! The crowd go up as one, not knowing whether to boo or not, but just cheer for everything that happened!

 

“Sacred’s finally done it! He’s one the SWF Intercontinental Television Championship! Red tried her best to stop it, but to no avail! We have a new champion!” NTD yells, going absolutely nuts.

 

“I can’t believe my eyes!” Curry screams, blinking madly. “Inteference abounds, but Sacred manages to pull it off! The fans are just going nuts for the hell of it! Oh, what a contest we just witnessed!”

 

“Seasons in the Abyss” by Slayer kicks up, and Sacred manages to get to his feetm his arm being raised in victory! Spider Nekura is livid as he charges down the ramp, and in the ring, Lady Red picks up that barbed wire chair that is still around…

 

She raises it above her hair and… WHAM! Sacred drops to the mat instantly, and then helps Thoth onto his feet… The Balancer can’t believe he lost… but he doesn’t dweel on it too much… he’s too angry… too enraged to think about it. He starts to mercifully stomp on Sacred, and Lady Red joins in too. Nekura slides into the ring as the fans start to boo the Clan as they beat on Sacred.

 

“It’s three on one in the ring!” Curry cries. “He’s hurt already, he doesn’t need anymore!”

 

“I don’t think they care Curry!” NTD replies. “They just want revenge!”

 

Red raises Sacred to his feet and hooks him in a full Nelson. Nekura slowly picks up the two by four, which has laid dormat on the canvas for quite some time. He rears back and…

 

WHAM! He hits Sacred across the face! Red them throws Sacred to Thoth, who picks Sacred up and turns him around… He jumps into the air and then drives Sacred to the canvas with the Riot of he Blood Tombstone! Sacred lies motionless as the Clan continues to stomp on Sacred. But now Thugg and JD are making their way out, and Bo joins them! The three run down to the ring, and the Clan decides to high tail it out of there.

 

“Da Pound are hear to help, but it may be too late, The Clan as already left their mark on Sacred in a brutal attack!” Curry yells.

 

The clan backs up the ramp, both stables shouting taunts to each other. The Clan reaches the top of the stage and stop there, each member smirking as they see the blood seep from Sacred’s wounds. Fallout appears from behind the curtain and he steps in front of his Clan breathren, staring at Thugg, who stares right back. An intense moment, as the fans cheer wildly!

 

“Sacred is down, but we still have another battle to conclude! Thugg will defend his world heavyweight title against Fallout, in another Clan vs. Da Pound angagement!” Curry shouts.

 

“This is just too much Curry, I can’t wait! But first, Sacred needs some help… he doesn’t look to be in good shape…”

 

NTD is right, as Jay Dawg gets Sacred up onto his feet, and puts his arm over his shoulder, helping him hout of the ring.  Da Pound heads up the ramp as the Clan dissapears once more…

 

“This is going to be huge NTD! A little cleanup in the ring, and we’ll be set to go!” Curry shouts to his partner.

 

“Bring it on Curry! I can’t wait!”

 

“Fallout and Thugg in an epic battle… can Fallout finally win the SWF title after so long? Or will the monster Thugg continue his mighty reign? Only time will tell…”

 

It’s gonna be one to remember forever…

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Curry: My God what a match that was!  Thoth and Sacred absolutely put on a war for the ICTV title NTD!!

 

NTD: They did indeed, and the better man won!!

 

Curry: That remains to be seen, but now Ladies and Gentlemen, we have one of the premier events of the night and one of my most sad as an announcer.

 

NTD: Are you kidding?  I've been waiting for this for ages!!  The carnival is going bye-bye!!

 

Curry: Have some respect NTD!!  Right here before our eyes and the eyes of the millions at home who purchased this Pay-Per-View, we will see the final match of either Edwin MacPhisto, leader of the Midnight Carnival and former ICTV Champion, or "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens, a fellow member of the Midnight Carnival and a Triple Crown Title winner here in the SWF!!

 

NTD: Couldn't happen to nicer guys!!  The Carnival deserves everything that has happened to it lately!  Look at some of the nasty tricks they pulled on the Commissioner!!

 

Curry: And he deserved it after what he did to Grand Slam at the last Pay-Per-View!!  But let's turn our attention to what happened just over a week ago at SWF Storm!!

 

The image fades to a shot of the Commissioner in the ring, surrounded by laughing Carnies...

 

Stubby:  YOU WANT SOMETHING TO LAUGH ABOUT?  LAUGH AT THIS!!!!

 

The Carnies look up expectantly, already preparing to poo-poo Stubby's latest scheme...

 

As a voice long gone but not forgotten echoes over the loudspeakers, and Ozzy Ozborne once again rules the sound waves!!!

 

"ALL ABOARD!!  AH HAH HAH HAH!!!!"

 

Curry: Oh no!!!  NO!!!

 

NTD: Yes!!  This is a great night!!!  My hero has returned!!!

 

"Crazy Train" explodes into the arena and triggers a massive amount of boos from the capacity crowd!!  In the ring, Edwin takes back the mic from Rotten and glares at the curtain, a surprising image of hate on his and Chris Raynor's face.  Stubby, knowing that hanging out longer would be just a little dangerous, rolls out of the ring.  Grand Slam, with a resigned yell, throws the mic he was holding up in the air.  When the lights settle down the Suicide King, the King of Hearts, the Gambling Man walks calmly out onto the stage, dressed to the nines in a new suit and hat... Stubby backs his way up the inclined ramp carefully, making sure no cheap shots are forthcoming before coming to a stop at the side of the Heartbreaker, who regards him with a grin so wide it threatens to let the top of his head fall off!!!   Stubby frantically sends one stressed hand through his wild hair as King makes what appears to be comforting gestures to him...  Stubby hands the King his mic as KoH regards the motley crew in the ring before him...

 

KoH:  Heya boys!  I'm back!

 

Fast edit in the piece, and as ominous music plays...

 

GSMS:  Ok King... I brought you into this business, and I'll be more than happy to take you OUT of it!!

 

Curry:  What a rollercoaster!!  First we thought it was Stevens vs. Stubby, but it turns out it's gonna be the return of the Gambling Man against his former mentor the Heavy Hitter!  The final chapter of a classic feud, only on SWF PPV!!!!

 

Stevens maintains eye contact with the King as a staredown ensues from ring to stage... King breaks it, looking down at his microphone as a glint of mischievousness enters into his voice...

 

KoH:  Who said anything about... me?

 

Grand Slam just turns, a look of mounting frustration in his eyes.  Rotten pats his shoulders, whispering something the camera's mic picks up as "don't let the pantywaist get you pissed."

 

KoH:  Unh unh, Mark.  I promised Stubby the party ends at the PPV, and it will.  One way or another... you see, Mark, your opponent, and the other man putting his career on the line...

 

IS EDWIN MACPHISTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Another fast edit...

 

KoH:  YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!!  I HAVE ALL THE CARDS!!!  And when I say dance til you drop, you will!!  And when the Carnival loses one, or heck, why be pessimistic, both of you... the stable that I built and I made great will finally collapse under the weight of those wanna-bes and poseurs that will be all the Carnival has left!!!  And then, Edwin, Mark, Chris... then, will I have finally, FINALLY won.

 

Curry: I can't believe it!  This is unreal!  This can't be happening!

 

This image dissolves to a more recent picture, Grand Slam and Edwin talking last week on Smarkdown...

 

Edwin: I think there's really only one thing we can do.

 

GSMS: And that is?

 

Edwin: Do it.  Just go through with it.  Wrestle our bodies and our bloody hearts out.  It's been a year, Mark, and you're well right.  The fans deserve it.  They deserve us going out with a bang, not a fizzle.  It just wouldn't be right any other way.  Center stage, curtains open, spotlights shining down...it's perfect, really.

 

One more fast edit...

 

GSMS: The fans deserve it.

 

Edwin: They do.

 

GSMS: And we're going to give it to them.

 

Edwin: We will.

 

GSMS: And that, Edwin...(he snickers)...is a d*mn promise.

 

Edwin: It is.

 

The music swell to a near operatic intensity as the image fades to Grand Slam and Edwin standing back-to-back and loaded for bear at the end of Smarkdown...

 

Then an ominous voiceover...

 

"Two friends...

 

"one contract...

 

"one more time...

 

"For The Fans!"

 

And we are back to live action!!  The arena has been whipped into a frenzy by the spectacular show so far!!  They are yelling, screaming and waving signs around like mad!  One particular shot reveals a small boy, maybe 10 years old, wearing a Midnight Carnival T-Shirt and holding a handmade sign that says, in shaky handwriting, "Edwin and Grand Slam - Please Don't Go!!"

 

Curry: Well, I think that just about says it all NTD!  I have never seen a live crowd so torn for a match!!  Edwin MacPhisto, decimated neck and all, and "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens, one of the best in the biz and a top contender for the Hville Thugg's world championship, are about to throw down!  The fans tonight have been waiting for this one, and they're clearly divided on what's about to go down.  On one hand, they are getting to see two of their favorites and two of the best in the business go at it.  But on the other hand, this is the last time we will see one of these men.

 

NTD: Yeah (giggle), it's just... (snicker) just... (guffaw) terrible!!

 

Curry: I can see you're going to be insufferable during this match...

 

Then the lights go out...

several seconds of hushed silence cause the crowd to become restless...

they are clapping, talking, shouting, waving signs, waiting for whatever is about to happen...

 

 

::Crack!!!::

 

 

The crowd, simply put, explodes!

The crack of a bat and the roar of the crowd announce Grand Slam!! It quickly fades into the opening bass of "Born Bad" by the Gone Jackals. The IGNTron lights up with baseball highlights mixed with big spots from Grand Slam's matches while flashing the words "Grand Slam", "The Heavy Hitter" and "Midnight Carnival". The various multicolored lights flash in time with the rhythmic bass of the song...

 

That's the way it begins -

you try to behave,

yeah, you try to fit in.

Uh-Huh

 

But when you rise and stand

you find a lock-step march -

no room for jazz.

 

...until the first guitar riff when the arena is flooded with bright white light!! Red and white pyro explodes at the top of the entrance ramp!! When the smoke clears and everyone can see again, "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens is standing underneath the SWFTron!!! The crowd erupts in even more cheers for the Heavy Hitter!!!

 

Born bad-

with a slight-o-hand

I go from jam to jam

with a crash, boom, bam.

Born bad -

I dodge a sucker punch

and drop a bomb, like Liston,

on an animal hunch.

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a career vs. career match and it is scheduled for one fall!!  Introducing first, weighing in at 287 pounds and hailing from Lincoln, Nebraska...

 

The camera zooms in on a family in the upper deck.  They are holding a huge sign that reads "We came all the way from Lincoln to see Grand Slam!"

 

Funyon: He is a member of the Midnight Carnival - the Heavy Hitter... "GRAND SLAM" MARK STEVENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

As Funyon makes his announcement, Grand Slam runs down to the ring quickly, waving at the fans the whole way!! And they are going nuts!! Tonight, as the camera zooms in, he is wearing a San Diego Padres baseball cap!! When the crowd sees this, they cheer even louder, nearly drowning out "Born Bad"!! Grand Slam steps into the ring over the top rope and heads to a corner. Stevens climbs to the second turnbuckle, looks at the crowd, then pumps his right fist into the air several times, firing the crowd up even more and causing a flurry of flashbulbs to pop, illuminating the ring like a strobe-light!! Before dropping back to the mat, Grand Slam flings his cap out to the crowd, giving some lucky fan a unique souvenir from the SWF!!!

 

Curry: Let there be no doubt, the Heavy Hitter is in the house, and the fans are going insane!!!

 

NTD: What do they know!!  This guy hasn't had a good match in five months...

 

Grand Slam moves to the center of the ring and starts to stretch, but mostly watches the entrance...

 

The house lights drop out as the hovering, haunting beginning of "Battleflag" by the Lo-Fidelity All-Stars starts to float through the arena. The SWFTron fires up, providing the only source of illumination in the form of grey silhouettes fading in and out, silhouettes of a man with his arms outstretched, a man holding a microphone, and a man leaning on a lamppost. A light beat drops in, and the crowd's roar rises as the voice of Edwin MacPhisto ascends from the back:

 

Edwin: Well here we are, once more unto the breach, once more dear friends, one more time for the party!!!  Let the music play and I want to hear every single solitary human being within the sound of my voice to blow the roof off this joint and crack some windows at home with a big time cheer, a big time roar, a pop unlike any before it as the Midnight Carnival fires up this mother!  Let me hear it once more for the first time!  Are you all ready for the party?

 

A massive pop shakes the house, and the thick human beatbox swells beneath Edwin's words...

 

Edwin: I said, are you all ready for the PARTY???

 

The pop grows exponentially, and now the blue spotlights are swinging, pendulous, shaking in full effect...

 

Edwin: I SAID... ARE YOU ALL READY FOR THE PAARRTTAAAAAAAAYY?

 

The pop from the crowd is so loud, Edwin's voice is drowned out as he adds something to the speech, a soft "Hallelujah," and, in the ring, Grand Slam nods and smiles, listening to the final swell of the music and watching as the spotlights break of their trajectories and crash-land at the entrance ramp, for a brief split second of calm...

 

...and a stuttering drumbeat echoes as the spotlights collide and send forth a wall of sudden purple strobe lights! The vocals of "Battleflag" drop in and two pillars of red pyro streak upwards from either side of the entrance ramp, prompting red and gold disco lights to whirl around the arena as the SWFTron shows highlights from Edwin's career.

 

Funyon: And his opponent... weighing in at 239 pounds and hailing from Amsterdam, England, he is the leader of the Midnight Carnival - the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache... EDWIN MacPHISTO!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

The man himself steps out into the spectacle and pauses at the top of the ramp for a solid fifteen seconds, absorbing the audience's applause.  He then makes his way down to the ring, removing his coat, tossing it over the top rope, and sliding under the bottom rope to catch it on the other side. Edwin discards his accessories, whipping his sunglasses out into the mass of fans!  The mirrored shades disappear into the crowd as Grand Slam hands his suede varsity jacket to Funyon, and Edwin follows suit, handing the ring announcer his signature trench coat.  Funyon hands it out of the ring and climbs out carefully, a strange look on his face...

 

Curry: The Mac Daddy has got this crowd in the palm of his hand!!  They are rabid!!

 

NTD: You know Curry, even I have to admit that this is a remarkable reaction from the crowd!

 

Grand Slam and Edwin shake hands in the center of the ring, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd, then start to circle the ring, waiting for the ref to signal for the bell...

 

They both stop and look around, realizing for the first time that the third man in the match, the oft-overlooked referee is missing.  With an unfortunate frown across his face, Funyon lifts the microphone to his mouth once again and makes another announcement...

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen, your referee for this match...

 

Grand Slam and Edwin both look out of the ring at Funyon, a disbelieving look on their faces...

 

Funyon: ...by decree of Commissioner Stubby P. McWeed...

 

Curry: What??  What the hell?

 

Grand Slam and Edwin lock eyes for a moment, and then they both slowly turn towards the entrance ramp...

 

"ALL ABOARD!! AH HAH HAH HAH!!"

 

Curry: No!  No way!  This situation is going from bad to worse to abysmal!  

 

The crowd is on its feet once more, half-gaping in shock, half-screaming in rage, and in an instant the stage suddenly explodes as a wall of crimson pyro shoots skyward, deafening and blinding the closest spectators with a blast of sensory overload. When the pyro finishes the wailing guitar chords of Ozzy Ozborne's "Crazy Train" pick up in volume and lo and behold, to the entire universe's disgust, the Suicide King is revealed, posing cockily as the crowds pours their derision on him!  Stevens bolts straight for the ring ropes, a look of rage washing across his face, but Edwin gets an arm on his shoulder and barely holds him back, only doing a slightly better job at containing his own outrage...

 

Funyon: Your special guest referee for this match, the Heartbreaker ... the Gambling Man... The Suicide King!!!

 

Curry: Really, what in the bright blue blazing hell is this??  Who does Stubby think he is?  This is ridiculous!

 

NTD: Yes!!  King is the ref!!  That is freakin' brilliant!!  The Carnival is as good as dead!!  There is no way either man will be able to sublimate their hatred for the King of Hearts and focus on the task at hand!!  Double DQ time, babeee!!!

 

Smirking in disdain King makes his way down to the ring, strutting like he is the single greatest thing since sliced bread. Making his way to ringside, he jumps up to stand on the ring apron and moves provocatively between the ropes.  Once inside the ring the Suicide King circles the ropes, revolving around Stevens and Edwin like a shark approaching a shipwreck, making sure that everyone in attendance gets a good, long look at the most talented, entertaining, and handsome man in wrestling today.  Instead of his classic wrestling gear, he wears a referee's shirt, a pair of black slacks, black wrestling boots and a cocky grin.  The Carnies can do nothing but stare burning holes in King as the Gambling Man shouts at the referee, demanding a microphone.  With a little help from Funyon, King is soon equipped, but barely able to speak over the jeers of the suddenly very scared fanbase.

 

KoH: It's so good to see you all again!

 

King smirks as the crowd lays into him with a furious roar.  He quickly shifts his attention to the Carnies before him...

 

KoH: Mark, Edwin, good to see you too.  As you might have guessed by now, you two have the distinct honor of being my charges for the evening!  How's the neck, Edwin?  Heh heh...you didn't really think I could keep myself away from this, did you?  After all, now that Raynor's come back, I haven't technically personally retired a Carnie any more.  That, my friends, is a situation that desperately needs to be remedied!

 

Curry: Listen to that crowd heat-this is unbelievable!  King intends on doing this himself, and apparently, Stubby's going to let him get away with it!  I've got a really bad feeling about this...

 

King continues to speak as Curry worries...

 

KoH: Now, since I'm such a good sportsman, as you two will soon learn, let me lay down the rules here, all right?  The rules are this: don't screw with Da Pound!  Don't screw with me!  And last of all, don't screw with Stubby P. McWeed!

 

In an instant, the Carnies share a glance and are then bursting forward, the crowd now roaring wildly, a blaze of movement barreling straight towards King...who dodges backward and puts up an outstretched hand to stop them in their tracks!  Edwin and Grand Slam skid to a stop as King lets venomous, bilious words spill from his mouth yet again.

 

KoH:  Ah ah ah, you boys didn't say the magic words!  (pointing at his referee garb) Don't you two think for a second that I'm not going to referee this match to the best of my ability!  You two had better play by the rules, and you had most of all better keep your hands off the referee!  I can disqualify you at any time...both of you, for that matter...

 

Edwin and Grand Slam back off and start to conversing, Edwin gesticulating wildly and muttering something about the ridiculous nature of the whole situation while Stevens simply fumes.

 

Curry: If King has his way, he's going to take both of these men out of this federation tonight, and I'll bet a two-dollar bill that Stubby P. McWeed wouldn't have a d*mn problem with any of it!  Can you imagine what a blow that would be to the Midnight Carnival?

 

NTD: I imagine it every day, Curry!  I see it in the face of every child, and the smile of every baby!

 

Curry: ...you're weird.

 

KoH: So, without further adieu, let's get this 'party' started, all right?  Timekeeper, ring the d*mn bell, because these two are as good as gone!

 

The triple clang that signals the start of the match sounds out into the San Diego Sports Center, and King flippantly tosses the microphone out of the ring to clatter away uselessly on the pavement below.  He backpedals and watches eagerly as Stevens and Edwin glare menacingly at him, then turn to each other one last time.  Mark reaches his hand out, and Edwin takes it into a hearty shake.  The crowd pops big, and then the two men back off momentarily, nod to each other...and rush forward into a lock-up!

 

Curry: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen!  It's all on the line now, and careers are about to be decided!

 

The two men push back and forth, jockeying for position as they rock around the center of the ring.  Standing at equal height, the two friends are fairly evenly matched, though Stevens's far superior strength quickly starts to become too much for the wiry Edwin.  The Mac Daddy starts to wobble backward, pressing forward and gritting his teeth with all his might...when suddenly, the Suicide King, looking oh-so-dapper in his referee attire, darts forward and shoots a sharp kick into the back of Grand Slam's left knee!  It buckles almost instantly, and Edwin takes over the lock-up, quickly pushing Grand Slam down to his knees before realizing what's happened.  As soon as he sees King standing behind Mark, Edwin lets go and starts to jaw at the referee, who merely shrugs and grins innocently!

 

Curry: How low is that!  The Suicide King just took a cheap shot at Grand Slam's long-term weakness, the left knee!  As the referee, he can do anything he wants to these two, and with impunity!  Disgusting!

 

NTD: Absolutely!  I can't wait to see what he can do when he gets a hold of Edwin's neck!  Paralysis here we come!

 

Curry: Ugh, you're sick...

 

Edwin helps Stevens back to his feet, trying to ignore the "did I do that?" expression of King.  Stevens brush himself off, and with a nod, the two Carnies head right back into the lock-up...but this time, Edwin quickly scurries out, already feeling the strain on his neck from Mark's two big hands!  He rolls out into a wristlock on Mark's right arm, and as Stevens shoots his left forward to try to take over, Edwin rolls around the back, hammerlocking the right arm briefly before transitioning to a rear waistlock!  Before he can go anywhere, however, Stevens pops a light elbow back into Edwin's side, loosening his grip and allowing the Heavy Hitter to spin off and around into a rear waistlock of his own!  Stevens pulls back...and Edwin kicks his feet and shifts his weight forward, catching Grand Slam off-balance and breaking free!  Edwin lands on his feet and spins to face Mark, and as the crowd hoots and cheers in approval of the exciting exchange, each man grins widely.

 

Curry: Great start from the two seasoned grapplers!

 

NTD: What are you talking about?  Nothing happened!  Nobody got hurt!

 

Curry: You have no appreciation for fine technical skill...

 

NTD: Gimme chairs!  Gimme ultra-violence!  Gimme Carnie blood!

 

Much to NTD's chagrin, the two men step forward and lock up again!  This time King leaves Grand Slam's leg untouched, interested to see where the two men go, and this time Edwin is quickly overpowered.  He manages to pull his right hand off of Stevens in an attempt to break away, but the Heavy Hitter quickly cinches up on the left arm, swings, and sends Edwin sailing towards the ropes.  Edwin bounces back, and Stevens lines up and launches forward, ready to send his pal out of the park with a clothesline...that Edwin soundly ducks!  The Mac Daddy skids to a stop and spins fast on his heel, dropping into a crouch, rearing back with his left palm while Mark turns.  The crowd roars as Edwin launches forward with a trademark shotei, but Stevens gets his defenses up and claps his hands around the incoming strike!

 

Curry: These two know each other like the backs of their hands...or the strikes of their palms, if you will!

 

NTD: I won't.

 

Curry: Stuff it.

 

Out of habit Stevens goes to a traditional counter, rolling out over the trapped arm and snatching Edwin in a tight inverted facelock, but as Edwin winces and lets out a pained sound, Grand Slam quickly releases the hold and backs away!  King is irate, swinging and shouting from the corner!

 

KoH: You pansies!  That's not how you wrestle!  Your careers, dammit-who cares about his neck?

 

Grand Slam stares daggers at King for a moment, and then quickly, soundly, and authoritatively, flips him the bird!  The crowd roars, and Stevens turns to Edwin as King bubbles in the corner.  Edwin is back to his feet and in a bow, thanking Mark for showing some kindness to his vulnerability.

 

Curry: Would you look at that!

 

NTD: What, the pansies?

 

Curry: No, the sportsmanship!  These two are playing it as clean as they can-it's enlightening to watch this play out!

 

Stevens and Edwin prepare to go at it again, when suddenly Mark stumbles forward, victim to a Suicide King balled fist to the back of the neck!  The Heavy Hitter crashes into Edwin but MacPhisto keeps his balance, breaks left around Stevens and charges towards King, drawing another big pop from the fans!  As he raises his fists to strike, King throws his arms up in front of him, grinning as he points towards the bell!  Edwin realizes the risk he's running, and he backs off.

 

Curry: King's making himself a nuisance here!  He's savaging the dignity of the referee's station, getting involved in the match when he well knows that an attack from Edwin or Mark on him will give him enough evidence to DQ the offender and end his career!

 

NTD: I've said it once and I'll say it again: King's the smartest little bastard to ever come through this fed, and I love him for it!

 

Edwin backs off, doing his best to ignore the now-cackling King, and he locks eyes with Stevens.   The two nod to each other and then suddenly lunge forward.  Both men go for a takeover, but Stevens gets his big reach around, quickly securing him in a side headlock.  Feeling a little pressure, Edwin shoots his left leg out and clips Grand Slam's right, trying to break out of the hold, but Stevens counters by shifting his grip into a front facelock.    He grabs Edwin by the waistline of his pants, plants his feet, and gets ready to go!

 

Curry: Looks like Stevens about to get in the first real offensive connection of this match-and here he goes!

 

Stevens lifts Edwin up and holds him high, staying steady before falling back and slamming the Mac Daddy with a textbook vertical suplex!  Leaning against the far turnbuckle and in a relaxed position, the Suicide King grins at the beginning of the end.  Edwin and Stevens are both up quickly after the suplex, but Grand Slam takes a clear advantage and secures Edwin's arm.  He steps forward and whips Edwin across the ring, and this time Edwin's not so prepared on the bounceback: he goes down fast and hard to a thundering Mark Stevens clothesline!  As the crowd cheers on, Stevens pulls Edwin up again, this time whipping him to the opposite ropes.  He preps for another clothesline, but Edwin drops down with a baseball slide and skids to a stop just a foot in front of Stevens!

 

Curry: Effective stop by Edwin, but here comes Grand Slam!

 

Stevens bends down to pull Edwin up off the mat, and suddenly Edwin kips up off the mat and throws out his right arm as he rises!  As he rights himself, the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache catches the bent Stevens in a front face lock and in one fluid motion immediately kicks out his feet and falls right back to the mat from whence he came, this time with 287 pounds of Heavy Hitter in tow!  WHAM!  Edwin's fluid DDT takes Mark Stevens down with shocking speed!

 

Curry: Check those acrobatics, and check that counter from Edwin!  The crowd is going nuts for the Carnival, and we're barely getting started!  Can you hear that, NTD?  The cheers and roars really haven't been manageable since these two first locked up, with amazing spikes of fan support along the way!

 

NTD: I think you're hearing aid's turned up too high!

 

Curry: I don't have a hearing aid, nincompoop!

 

NTD: Bah!

 

Edwin gets to his feet, taking control over the stunned Stevens after the quick DDT counter.   He pulls Mark up, laying in some light body blows along the way, nothing designed really to hurt, just an effort to keep the heavy hitter in check.  Quickly Edwin fires off a lateral whip, sending Stevens sailing perpendicular.  The two-time Heavyweight Champ bounces back right into a shoulder block from Edwin, a quick blow to the gut that doubles the big man over sharply.  With Mark's defenses down, Edwin quickly wraps around him from behind, scoring a rear waistlock and pulling backwards, gritting his teeth and making exaggerated gestures as he tries to lift the man 50 pounds his senior.  The crowd eats it up, and with a burst of strength, Edwin pulls Stevens up, and holds him up in the air!

 

Curry: Delayed German suplex on Mark Stevens!  A great show of strength from Edwin here tonight!

 

The crowd counts along...

 

"ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THREE!"

 

And on three, Edwin finishes the fall backwards, slamming Mark down on his upper back with authority!  As Stevens hits, Edwin rolls off and pulls himself up with the ropes, standing over Stevens, waiting for him to rise.  This pisses King off to no end!

 

KoH: What the h*ll do you think you're doing?  Cover him!

 

But Edwin wags his finger and refuses!

 

NTD: These two are treading in deep water, the tools!  You don't screw with the Suicide King!

 

KoH: Listen to me, you little pricks!  If I don't see a pinfall attempt within the next 30 seconds, I'm going to DQ both of your asses!

 

Edwin briefly shouts "Fine!" and falls on top of Stevens!  King drops to the mat, oh-so-eager!

 

ONE!-and Stevens rolls out of the loose cover, stands up, brushes himself off, and nonchalantly walks away!  The crowd breaks into uproarious chuckles, and King finds himself whipping around, scowling at the hordes of sniggering fans.

 

Curry: Very cute, but even I've got to wonder-how are these two going to get anything accomplished in this match?  If they're not careful-

 

KoH: Hey!  Onion face!  Get the h*ll over here!

 

The King cuts Curry off rapid-fast and beckons to Funyon to get into the ring.  Edwin and Stevens stare on as the frightened announcer stumbles in.  King snatches the microphone out of his hands, shoves Funyon through the ropes, and starts to rail at the Carnies!

 

KoH: All right, listen up!  This is real cute and all guys, real nice that you're still doing your best to keep hope alive, but let me tell you: this'll get you nowhere!  You're gonna tear each other apart, or you're both gone, do you hear me!

 

For once, the Carnies don't have anything witty to really say, as they've been called out on their stalling...

 

KoH: I'm the referee here, and I can DQ you at a moment's notice!  H*ll, I can DQ both of you, and if I do that, then you're both flying home tonight, and for good!  And believe you me-if you don't shape up and start wrestling a real god-d*mn match, none of this "I'm not cover you" crap, then I'll do it!  You two may be pansy-ass showboats, but you're not stupid, so listen well and listen right: I'm gonna shove this microphone back in my pocket, and as soon as I do that, you two had better make up your mind: is it gonna be one of you, or the both of you?  

 

Curry: King, that bastard!  He's not going to give the Carnies any way out of this!

 

NTD: He's just laying down the laaaaw, Curry!

 

Mark and Edwin conference in the corner, the microphone picking up snatches off speech as King impatiently taps his feet and checks his sparkly Rolex watch.

 

"-someone's got to stay--"

 

"-down Da Pound, it's not bloody right if we leave Raynor--"

 

"-do it.  Let's do it.  All of--"

 

"-the best bloody man win."

 

The two shake hands, back off for a second, and the crowd waits anxiously.  The two Carnies hesitate for a little too long, and a frustrated King brings the microphone to his mouth...and in that instant, Grand Slam Mark Stevens and Edwin MacPhisto unload on each other with a barrage of punches, chops, and wild kicks!  The crowd goes absolutely nuts!

 

Curry: Oh my god, NTD, it's actually going down-I didn't think it would happen!  This retirement match is really underway now-good Jesus Christ, look at them go!

 

The Carnies whirl around the ring, a flash of blurred limbs shifting left, right, striking.  The punches are flying and the kicks soaring, and then Grand Slam lays into Edwin with two chops.  Edwin takes the shots, then ducks and launches a snap kick into his side, leaving Stevens room for a knee lift, but Edwin rolls out and hits a spinning back elbow...but gets locked in a full-nelson for his troubles!

 

Curry: Grand Slam has Edwin all set up for...for...it's gonna be the Full-Nelson Bomb!

 

The entire arena is on its feet roaring and pumping fists as Mark hefts Edwin up...and crushes him down on his tailbone with a huge full-nelson bomb...and maintains the hold!

 

Curry: NTD!  NTD!  I can't help it!  I'm marking like a fiend!

 

NTD: Me too!  Carnie blooood!

 

Stevens pulls Edwin off the mat and tightens his grip...and powers forward, drilling Edwin into the mat face first with the Grand Slam full-nelson slam, completing the Double Play!  Stevens falls to his knees and rolls Edwin over hooking the leg!  King dives to the mat, shouting "Now that's more like it!" as he slaps away!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!-and Edwin kicks out, and in a second he's right back on his feet courtesy of Stevens!  Stevens whips him across the ring, and Edwin rockets across and bounces off the ropes!  The Heavy Hitter throws up a big boot, but Edwin plants his Doc Martens and catches the outstretched leg!  In a flash, he leaps into the air, twists...and takes Grand Slam down with an amazing aerial Dragon Screw!!  

 

Curry: What a maneuver-my god, this place is exploding!  I can't even hear myself speak any more!  

 

Even the fans watching at home can barely make Curry's voice out over the crowd as Stevens and Edwin rocket back to their feet at the same time-but Edwin flows straight into a leap and a pump of the legs, taking Grand Slam in the chest with a standing dropkick and knocking him right back down!  Edwin back rolls up to his feet, crouching and waiting for Mark to rise!  The heavy hitter gets up, and Edwin rockets forward with a springing sidekick straight outta Harlem, only to have Stevens dodge left as the leg flashes by!  With his left arm he shoves Edwin's wayward shoulder out and gets Edwin facing him, and with his right hand he unloads body blow after body blow into Edwin's chest!  The Mac Daddy stumbles and sputters under the assault and tries to fight back, but as soon as he preps a shotei, Mark Stevens surges forward, grabs a belly-to-belly waistlock, and pulls backward!

 

Curry:  Northern Lights!  Northern Lights!  

 

WHAM!!!  Edwin hits the ring hard and rolls to the ropes, pulling himself up and shaking off the impact as Mark closes the distance and quickly yanks him off the ropes!  The two end up in a lock-up, but remembering how the earlier effort panned out, Edwin quickly drops out of the exchange and hits the headlock!  Edwin takes a step forward and the crowd starts to swell even louder, but Mark aborts the maneuver with a shove, sending Edwin skittering away a bit.  Edwin pivots on his foot and gets ready to launch his free leg, his back still turned to Stevens, but he telegraphs it and Grand Slam ducks the incoming roundhouse...but not the spinning back kick as Edwin plants and reverses his kick in mid-swing, taking Stevens in the shoulder and blowing him to the side!  With a brief flourish, Edwin dives in for his first cover of the evening, and the Suicide King is close behind!

 

Curry: Amazing reversal on that kick sequence and here's the pin!  Grand Slam's career could be over!

 

ONE!

 

TWO-and Stevens gets the shoulder up!  The pace of the match is absolutely electric at this point, and Edwin shows no signs of stopping: he pulls Stevens off the mat and whips him across the ring one more time.  A slightly groggy Stevens bounces back, and it looks like Edwin's going for a clothesline, but as MacPhisto nears he folds his elbow, wraps around Stevens like a necktie and rotates around the big man's neck like Gene Kelly to a lamppost on a drizzly evening!  He makes the full revolution as the crowd whoops and comes back to face Grand Slam, then plants his feet, lifts slightly, and drills him to the mat with an uranage!

 

Curry: Mac Daddy Driver from-well, who else, MacPhisto!  And here's the cover, and it could be the last!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

T-Stevens kicks out just after two, much to the crowd's relief!  The match is amazing and it's soaring at a mark-out a minute pace, but no one wants to face the truth that one of these men is shipping out after tonight!  A pair of chants rising up, dueling and intertwining!

 

"GRAND-SLAM!  GRAND-SLAM!"

 

"MAC-PHIST-OOOOO!  MAC-PHIST-OOOOO!"

 

"KING-IS-A-TOOL!  KING-IS-A-TOOL!"  That last one pisses King off, and he snarls, baby, he snarls like a beast!  As Edwin pulls Grand Slam up, NTD studies the scene and starts to whine.

 

NTD: You know, I'm all for Carnies kicking each other's asses, but can't King just get this over with?  I'm sure he can find a reason to DQ the both of them!

 

Curry: I think he wants them to hammer along as much as they can.  You know King, NTD!  He derives a sick satisfaction from seeing others suffer and laughing about it!

 

NTD: Good point!  Oh, my hero...

 

As the commentary team waxes eloquent, Edwin starts to chop Grand Slam back into the corner, sending his slightly stumbling form against the post, and as Edwin cycles between body blows, chops, and forearm strikes, the crowd really gets into it!  Taking it in stride, Edwin hops on to the second bottom rope and starts to rain down shots from above, peppering Stevens with shots all over...until suddenly he finds his feet soaring off the bottom rope and into the air, kicking wildly as Grand Slam pulls him off, up, and flips him over!

 

Curry: The heavy hitter counters out of the corner...and it looks like he's about to give us a rare display of pure strength!  It's powerbomb time!

 

As Edwin sits atop Mark's shoulders helplessly, Stevens breaks into a brief dash out of the corner, going three steps before leaping and sitting out!  With a huge impact, he drills Edwin into the mat with a monstrous running powerbomb...and holds it for a pin!

 

Curry: Big pin off a big hit!  

 

NTD: Say goodbye, MacPhisto!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

THR-no, Edwin gets shoulder up, just barely!

 

Curry: Without a doubt the closet pinfall of the night-these two men are starting to get worn down!  They're giving it their all out there, but all this fast-paced action is starting to take its toll!  Neither man can afford a mistake at this point if he wants to keep his career intact!

 

NTD: Curry, what do you think would happen if by some instance both of these goofballs did lose tonight thanks to King's genius?

 

Curry: I think we'd be in a sad state of affairs in this Federation-these two guys are the strongest forces we have to overcome the dominating influence of Da Pound and the sick sadists of the Clan!  If both were gone, the entire league would probably fall into chaotic disarray!

 

NTD: And I like the sound of that!

 

Curry: Sigh...

 

The in-ring action is slowing down a bit as Grand Slam pulls Edwin up off the mat, both men working a little harder to stay alert and on their feet.  The big man, a bit tired from executing the heavy powerbomb.  He lifts Edwin up and throws a big right hand to buy himself some time, but Edwin catches it-and the Heavy Hitter follows through with a short-arm clothesline from the left!  Edwin thunders down again, and Mark Stevens goes for another cover over the weary MacPhisto!  King dawdles a bit, but drops down for the count shortly thereafter!

 

ONE!

 

TWO-and Edwin kicks out a bit quicker this time, having regained a bit of his constitution!  Not entirely sure what to do, Grand Slam pulls Edwin up again-and finds Edwin going for a headlock!  The Heavy Hitter powers out with an elbow to the gut and reverses to a headlock of his own, then transitions to a brief arm twist!

 

Curry: Edwin keeps going after that headlock, but he can't quite get it!  My guess is that he's going for the Midnight Special, but Grand Slam has got it too well-scouted!

 

As Curry proffers his theory, Stevens takes the arm twist into a whip and sends Edwin to run the ropes.  The Mac Daddy bounces back, and the crowd roars yet again as Stevens steps forward and pulls the legs out for a spinebuster-but MacPhisto hops backward, deftly evading Grand Slam's grasp only to shoot forward himself and reverse the spinebuster into one of his own!  Grand Slam goes down fast and the surprised crowd lets out another cheer as the momentum shifts yet again!

 

NTD: Well-scouted?  Now that's what I call well-scouted!

 

Curry: NTD, did you just make an intelligent comment on the match?

 

NTD: Well, I figure I hate them both, so it kind of cancels out...

 

Curry: Oh...well...fair en-oh, no way!  No way at all!

 

What's Curry marveling about?  It's Edwin MacPhisto, nearly tearing his arms out of the sockets as he tries to get Grand Slam up to finish the Love Rollercoaster!

 

Curry: There's no way he can get him!  Grand Slam's too-good lord, here it comes!

 

Edwin crouches, growls, and with all his strength lifts Grand Slam's prone figure up to shoulder height, if only for a brief moment, before slamming him down in the best powerbomb he can muster to finish out the chain!  The crowd goes bananas, and a strained Mac Daddy falls to the mat to loosely drape an arm across Grand Slam's chest...King's on his way...

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO-and Stevens kicks out!

 

Curry: Great effort by Edwin, but not enough!  These two friends are giving us one h*ll of a clinic out there, but we've yet to see either man go for a finishing maneuver.  Stevens and MacPhisto are really laying into each other, but it seems like neither man is willing to go for the decisive blow...

 

NTD: That's cause they're pansies, Curry!  We've been over this before!

 

Curry: Oh, come on NTD!  How do you think you'd feel if you had to live with the memory of directly costing your best friend his job?

 

NTD: How do you think you'd feel if you had live without a job of your own?

 

Curry is silent on that point, and he simply turns his head back to watch the match.  In the ring, King is becoming more and more frustrated as neither man is making any moves to put the other away.  Finally, he steps in between the two, pushing Grand Slam away with his right hand and Edwin with his left.

 

KoH: All right, I have just about had it with you two.  I want to see this thing resembling a real wrestling match or so help me...

 

Grand Slam is heard asking "Or so help you what?" loudly, just coming over the mic.

 

King: Do you really want to know, Mark?  Are you reeeally that interested?  Suffice to say that I have wrestled you both and I have watched you wrestle a hundred times more than that and this is the most pathetic display I have ever seen.  

 

Massive boos from the crowd erupt, causing King to pause a second to let them die down.  He stands, smirking, and speaks again.

 

KoH: Now, either you show me what I know you can do, or kiss your careers, and the Carnival, good-bye.

 

He shoves his mic back down in the pocket of his pants and motions for the two Carnies to engage.  Edwin looks at Grand Slam, Stevens looks at MacPhisto and for a moment they are frozen in time.  They stare at each other for a second then both men smile.  The fans start to cheer, replacing their "Grand Slam" and "Mac-Phis-To" Chants with a rousing "Car-Ni-Val!!  Car-Ni-Val!!"  Edwin's smile only gets larger, threatening to split his face in half.  Across from his, as King silently fumes, Grand Slam nods and holds up his right hand, his index finger in the air as if to say "one more time".  Edwin takes a step at King, then says something the mic does not pick up...

 

NTD: What was that??  What did he say?

 

Curry: I think... I think he just said "If you strike us down, we shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

 

NTD: Edwin's a looney.  What the h*ll is he talking about?

 

Curry (with enthusiasm in his voice): I think he is telling King that no matter who loses this match, that no matter who retires tonight, that the Midnight Carnival will only get better!!  I think he is promising King retribution!

 

NTD: Sigh...that's what I was afraid of...

 

As Edwin backs up, he and Stevens break into a spontaneous laugh at Edwin's shot at King.  King is livid.  Slowly he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the mic again.  Just as Grand Slam and Edwin are about to renew the hostilities, King raises the mic to his lips.

 

KoH: Fine... fine... you have your little jokes, you enjoy yourselves.  But personally, I am tired of being out here and I am tired of the Carnival.  I'm the Suicide King, god d*mnit!  I've got places to be, people to do!  You wanted to know what "or else" was?  Here it is: as of now this match is on a ten minute time-limit!  If there hasn't been a pinfall or submission before time runs out, then this I'm calling this a draw and both of you are losers!  Both of you are gone!  Understood?!?!

 

Curry: What?!?!?!  He can't do that!!

 

NTD: He can indeed!!  He is the Suicide King, and more importantly he is the ref and tonight he can do whatever he wants!!

 

The crowd sits on edge, a mixture of shocked silence and jeers coursing through the seats.  Grand Slam and Edwin are taken aback and stare blankly at King.  Edwin shakes his head and gestures at the timekeeper, who has now pulled out a stopwatch.  Stevens looks like a balloon after the air has been let out.  Edwin argues vehemently, but King just smiles, glancing satisfied at his own tightly wound Rolex...

 

King: Now you only have nine minutes and thirty seconds.

 

Massive boos rain down from the audience as Grand Slam steps in between King and Edwin.  Edwin backs off but, behind Grand Slam, King elbows him in the back!!  Stevens spins around and grabs a fistful of referee's shirt as the crowd just goes berserk!!  Grand Slam cocks his hand back, preparing to deliver a huge right hand into King's expensive dental work, but the Gambling Man just smiles and brushes Grand Slam's hand off his shirt like a piece of lint.  The Heavy Hitter is fuming, twitching a little and turning red in the face!!  Edwin sees Grand Slam about to go off on King and takes the only action he can!!  He grabs Stevens' right arm and pulls, whipping him toward the ropes!!  Bounce back and instinct takes over!!  Edwin throws out a clothesline that Grand Slam ducks under!!  The Heavy Hitter ruins into the opposite ropes and rebounds!  Edwin turns around and dives to the mat, letting the freight train that is Grand Slam go over him and into the ropes again!!  Edwin kippups and tries to catch Grand Slam off guard with a fast strike to the head, but the Heavy Hitter has been around far too long for that!!  He ducks under the punch and reaches over his shoulder, hooking Edwin's chin and dropping him with the fast Falling Neckbreaker!!  Edwin drops to the mat like a sack of dead mice, both hands grabbing his oft-injured neck as he kicks his feet slowly!

 

Curry: Good god!  Mark Stevens just hit Edwin MacPhisto with that big neckbreaker, the very move he shied away from earlier tonight!  

 

Grand Slam pops back to his feet and prepares to drag his opponent off the mat when he realizes what has happened!  He drops to his knees and says something to Edwin, but the Mac Daddy just lays there, kicking and hurting.  In the corner, King is laughing, smirking, sneering...

 

NTD: Yes!!  King's strategy is working!  The Carnies are falling apart!!

 

Curry: That was a mistake and you know it!!  Grand Slam was running on years of training and instinct!

 

NTD: Yup, and now Edwin is paying the price!  Let's see some more instinct, boys!

 

King steps between Grand Slam and Edwin, pushing the Heavy Hitter away, and starts a ten-count!!  The crowd is booing, unable to believe the match could end like this!!  1... 2... 3... in the background, Grand Slam is sitting on the mat, slumped in a corner.  His eyes are locked in a far-away stare, unable to believe he might have just ended his friend's career.  4... 5... 6... 7... Edwin is struggling to his feet... 8... Edwin grabs the ropes and pulls, hauling himself up!!  9... He pushes off the ropes and staggers a little, trying to maintain his balance!!  King starts to count ten, then waves it off and orders the two men to face off again!  A relieved cheer sounds out from the crowd, but as the time display now in the corner of the SWFTron ticks down, they sit with anxiety.  In the corner, Grand Slam pushes himself to his feet and walks across the ring, catching Edwin's attention.  The Mac Daddy, the Leader of the Midnight Carnival, looks at his good friend and shakes his head.  Grand Slam nods and the two begin circling again, looking for a chance to lock up.

 

[8 Minutes Left]

 

Curry: Thank God Grand Slam's mistake didn't end this match!  That would have been hard for the proud man to bear!

 

NTD: But something good came out of it Curry!!  I don't see that amusement in either of their eyes!  These aren't the happy-go-lucky Carnies that walked down the aisle.  I think that neckbreaker finally anchored in their minds the seriousness of the situation!!

 

Curry: Unfortunately, I think you might be right NTD...

 

As Curry worries, the two men continue to circle, becoming painfully aware of the time running down on their careers.  Edwin shoots right, jukes left, and tries to dive at Grand Slam with a dragon screw, but the Heavy Hitter sidesteps, leaving Edwin to blow by and roll back to his feet.  Stevens swings big with a right hook, but Edwin ducks under and darts past Grand Slam's defenses!  The bigger man stumbles forward on the follow-through from the punch, and Edwin fluidly shoots up, catches the bent Stevens in the crook of arm, and powers forward, breaking into a quick jog, maintaining the headlock, leaping as the crowd roars...

 

...and Edwin drives a shocked Grand Slam's face down over his knees to complete the Midnight Special!

 

Curry: Edwin finally nailed it!  He's been going for it all match, and he finally hit it!  We're getting towards the 7 minute mark...and there's the pin!

 

The Mac Daddy rolls over from the sit-out position, pressing Mark with a cover as well as he can.  King eagerly drops to the mat, looking to finish off his former best friend!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

TH-Stevens gets a shoulder up as the clock hits 7 minutes even!

 

NTD: D*mn!  I thought we had one of them there!

 

Curry: These two men have thrown nearly all their signature spots at one another-there's got to be only a few steps more before things start getting drastic!

 

The pressure of the situation is starting to crack Edwin, and he notices the ticking clock in the corner of the SWFTron.  Starting to sweat bullets now, the Mac Daddy yanks Mark off the mat and lets him fly with a rushed whip.  The Heavy Hitter comes back with a charging leap, but Edwin drops his right shoulder and floats Stevens up into a fireman's carry!

 

Curry: Sound Check!  Mark Stevens is going-no, Grand Slam slips out!  

 

Indeed, as Edwin looks to twist for the swinging neckbreaker, the weight of Mark Stevens proves too much!  A twinge in the Mac Daddy's neck forces him to duck forward in pain, breaking Stevens free to stumble and land on his feet.  Grand Slam surges forward, arms outstretched-and suddenly MacPhisto twists up out of his crouch to level the Heavy Hitter with a huge rising shotei!  Caught totally off-guard, Grand Slam stumbles backwards!  Edwin charges forward groggily and dives for a cover, but as he falls Stevens desperately shoots an arm up and laces it between Edwin's legs, bringing him down with a cradle of his own!

 

Curry: Roll-up!  Stevens has the pin on Edwin despite the huge shotei!  There's King!

 

ONE!

 

TWO-and Edwin's frantic kicking breaks him free!  He pushes off the mat with his outside leg and reverses the roll-up!

 

ONE!

 

TWO-Grand Slam surges upward and presses Edwin's shoulders to the mat with his hands, bracing his feet against the mat for another pin!

 

Curry: Another reversal!  It's all breaking down!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH-and Edwin at the last second rolls backwards, flipping Stevens over entirely and flopping with him, coming to a stop with Mark down in a sunset flip!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH-and the Heavy Hitter kicks out powerfully, sending Edwin rocketing backwards, as time continues to trickle down towards 6 minutes!

 

Curry: I thought for sure one of those quick pinfalls would have taken Mark or Edwin down, and the crowd thought so too!  But listen to that ovation, NTD!  The sound has just not let up!

 

Indeed, much to King's annoyance, the crowd is screaming loudly, urging their heroes on to greater and greater heights!!  Both men get to their feet, neither of them moving as fast as they once were.  Edwin shakes his head a little, trying to work out the lingering pain and stiffness in his neck while Grand Slam flexes his left knee, keeping it from tightening up.  King starts to look impatient again, but before the crooked ref does anything, Grand Slam and Edwin collide in the center of the ring!  They work the lock-up for a second, then MacPhisto gets the advantage and rolls around, transitioning into a hammerlock, then quickly sponning around and hooking Grand Slam's arms for a backslide!!  He starts to take a step forward, trying to pull Grand Slam over for the Encore Cross, but the former World Champion plants his feet and pulls, not letting Edwin move!!  Then Grand Slam bends over, pulling Edwin over him and into the mat for the backslide pin!!  King drops to the mat...

 

ONE!

 

TWO-Edwin kicks his legs hard and slides out of Grand Slam's pin!!  The crowd explodes, as the inevitable end is put off for just a little while!  The two men do not seprate far this time, as Grand Slam immediately pops to his feet and grabs Edwin's arm and whips him hard into the ropes!!  Edwin bounces back right into Grand Slam's arms!!  The Heavy Hitter lifts MacPhisto off the mat, spins him around and plants him with a stiff Spinebuster!!  Edwin is flat on his back gasping for air!  Grand Slam decides to not go for the pin, instead he quickly makes his way to the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope!  He faces the crowd and looks out at them for a second.  The fans cheer like crazy, knowing what is coming, but Grand Slam hesitates for a second and just looks out at them.  Then, with a deep breath and to the accompaniment of thousands of flashbulbs, he jumps, flips over once in the air and crashes down on Edwin MacPhisto with the patented Grand Slam Moonsault!!  He hooks MacPhisto's leg...

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

THR-NO!!!  Big kickout by Edwin as the clock hits five minutes!!  Grand Slam rolls to his feet quickly and pulls MacPhisto up with him!!  Whip into the ropes, bounce back, hard toe kick by the Heavy Hitter!!  The crowd explodes as he pulls the doubled over Price of Flash and Panache into a standing head-scissors!!!  King smiles a nasty, devious smile as Grand Slam waves his right hand over his head, signaling for the Walk-Off!!  He hooks the arms, but before Stevens can jump and drive the move home, Edwin bolts into action!!  he gets one arm free, but maintains the hold on the other, spins around behind Grand Slam where he is able to re-hook the other arm!!  MacPhisto vaults forward, pulls the Heavy Hitter up and over, then slams him down into the mat!!  

 

Curry: Encore Cross!!  Encore Cross!!  Wow!!  MacPhisto reversed the Walk-Off into the finisher!!  What a move!!

 

NTD: This is it!!  Grand Scam is gone!!  All my dreams have come true!!

 

Edwin pushes himself up and makes the pin!!!  King drops to the mat and makes the spirited count as the crowd chants along...

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!

 

THREE-NO!!!!  Grand Slam kicked out!!!

 

NTD: At the last possible moment, Grand Slam got his shoulder up!!!

 

Curry: Well, we knew we were going to see something special tonight, and these two are giving it their all!!

 

Edwin gets to his feet a little slowly, but Grand Slam just lies there gasping for breath.  The leader of the Midnight Carnival walks over to the corner and ascends to the top turnbuckle!!  He measures out the distance and leaps, flipping over once and landing on Grand Slam's chest hard with an extended elbow, nailing the Twisting Elbow Press!!  The crowd pops huge for the high-risk move as Edwin hooks the leg and tries to end the match!!

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

THREE-NO!!  Again, Grand Slam kicks out, but not by much!!  Edwin gets to his feet slowly, the high-risk offense taking its toll late in the match!  He pulls Stevens to his feet and lays in a wicked chop [Wooo!!] or two [Wooo!! Wooo!!] as he pushes Grand Slam into the ropes!!  The clock on the big SmarkTron changes from 4 minutes to 3:59 as Edwin whips the Heavy Hitter across the ring!!  Bounce back, Edwin steps up and tries for a simple hip-toss, but Grand Slam is aware enough to throw a leg in front of Edwin's and stop his momentum!!  With a quick move, Grand Slam bends Edwin to the side, steps over with his other leg and locks in the Seventh Inning Stretch!!!  Edwin lets out a yelp of pain and struggles to get free!!  He reaches for the ropes but they are a good two feet away!!  Edwin tries to muscle out of it, but Stevens shakes his head and leans, tightening the grip and causing another yelp of pain from Edwin!!

 

NTD: This could be it Curry!!  And what a way to go out, by quitting!!!

 

Curry: I don't see any quit in Edwin MacPhisto Nathaniel!!  He is fighting this as hard as he can!!

 

King is in his face, asking him... no, really, coaxing him to quit.  Edwin shakes his head no and tries one more tactic.  With his free arm, Edwin reaches across his body and finds Grand Slam's arm!  Grand Slam looks concerned and tightens the hold further, letting their precious time slip away!!  Edwin pushes his fingers into Grand Slam's upper arm just below the shoulder, the draws his hand back and strikes!!  Grand Slam looks stunned!!  Another strike and Stevens tries to cinch in the move even tighter, but Edwin is moving now!  One more strike to the arm and the hold loosens enough for Edwin to plant his feet and pull Grand Slam over, completing the hip toss he started!!

 

Curry: I've never seen anyone reverse the Stretch like that NTD!!

 

NTD: Why are you so surprised?  These guys train together, they know each other's moves!!

 

Edwin falls back against the ropes, taking deep breaths and trying to work the stitch out of his side.  Near the center of the ring, Grand Slam gets to his feet slowly, shaking his right arm, trying to get some feeling back to the abused limb.  The two men get their strength back and start to close the distance as the clock slips away...

 

[3 minutes left]

 

The carnies lock up in the center of the ring!  Grand Slam flexes his arms and drags Edwin into a front facelock!!  He drapes Edwin's arm across his neck, grabs a handful of tights and drives MacPhisto over his head and back first into the canvas with a stiff snap suplex!!  Grand Slam rolls to his feet and grabs a handful of Edwin's hair, pulling him to his vertical base!!  Grand Slam decides to go old-school, grabbing Edwin for a scoop slam, but throwing him over his shoulder, setting up for a pawerslam!  But the wily Edwin is too quick even now, and slides off Stevens' shoulder, landing behind him, hooking his arm and leg and pulling the big man into a fireman's carry!  With practiced motions, Edwin slings Grand Slam around into the inverted facelock, then nails him with a swinging neckbreaker!!

 

Curry: Sound Check!!!  These two are pulling out all the stops tonight!!

 

NTD: Curry, they are friends and allies, but neither man wants to leave the SWF right now, and when it gets down to brass tacks, they will fight with everything they have to stay!!

 

Grand Slam crumples to the mat as Edwin floats over and makes the pin...

 

To be continued...

[Guest BA_Baracus]

Stevens vs. MacPhisto, Part 2.

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THR-NO!!!  Again, Grand Slam kicks out!!  Edwin looks a little frustrated now as he looks at the clock and sees it pass the 2:30 mark.  He pulls Grand Slam to his feet and whips him into the ropes with authority!!  Bounce back, Edwin makes the mistake of dropping his head too early for a back-body drop and Grand Slam capitalizes, pulling him into a standing head-scissors and hooking the arms!!  The crowd lets out a collective gasp as they see the Heavy Hitter jump in the air... WHAM!!

 

Curry: Walk-Off!!  Walk-Off!!  Walk-Off!!  Its over!!  Its over!!

 

NTD: Good-bye Mr. MacPhisto!!!

 

Grand Slam flips Edwin over, hooks the leg...

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

TWO!!

 

 

THREE-NO!!!!!!!!!  Edwin MacPhisto kicks out of the Walk-Off at the last second!!  Grand Slam is stunned and sits back on his knees as the clock changes to 2 minutes.  He stands up, pulling Edwin after him.  Whip into the ropes, bounce back, Grand Slam picks Edwin up, turns him horizontal and drops him with a textbook sidewalk slam!!  Grand Slam is firmly in control, and pulls Edwin to his feet.  A quick punch ends any resistance as Grand Slam whips Edwin hard into the corner!!  The Heavy Hitter follows him in with a devastating avalanche!  Edwin is nearly out of it as Grand Slam pulls him off the mat and places him sitting on the top rope!  Stevens follows, pulling Edwin up as he climbs!  Stevens gets to the top rope and starts to pull Edwin up, but the Crown Prince has other ideas!!  He starts hammering away at Stevens' stomach!!  The crowd is on the edge of their seat, wondering who will get the upper hand!!  Finally, Grand Slam starts to waver!!  Edwin places both hands against his chest and pushes, sending the Heavy Hitter off the top rope and into the squared circle!!  Edwin gets to his feet and waits, perched like a gargoyle as Grand Slam starts to stand!  The Heavy Hitter pushes his way to his feet, but before he can turn around to go after Edwin, the Clown Prince leaps off the top rope, hooks Grand Slam's head in a bulldog, twists it around and plats him into his knee!!  Grand Slam flips over from the impact and clutches his head with both hands!!

 

NTD: That's the Stairway to Heaven!!  Edwin is going for the kill!!

 

Curry: They had better do this!!  Time is running out!!!

 

[The clock on the screen reads 2 minutes]

 

Edwin pushes himself up and drags Grand Slam with him!!  He turns back-to-back with the Heavy Hitter and hooks his arms!!  Again, he vaults forward and plants the Heavy Hitter with the Encore Cross!!  The crowd explodes!!!  King drops to the mat as Edwin transitions into the pin!!!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

THREE!!NO!!!!!  At the least possible second, Grand Slam threw his foot into the ropes!!!  King breaks the count and looks at his Rolex, then smiles...

 

Edwin pounds the mat as he gets to his feet, a quick glance at the clock and he knows time is getting the better of them!!  He pulls Grand Slam up and whips him into the ropes!!  Bounce back and Edwin unleashes a wicked springing sidekick that could break concrete, but the Heavy Hitter grabs the ropes and stops short!!  Edwin loses his balance a little after his misses and Grand Slam steps up, grabbing Edwin in a front facelock and hooking the leg!!  He throws MacPhisto over his head and to the mat with a prime-time fisherman's suplex and bridges into a pin!!

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

TH-NO!!!  Edwin kicks out!!  Grand Slam gets to his feet slowly, one hand in MacPhisto's hair, pulling his opponent up with him and right into a standing head-scissors!!  he spins his arm in the air, signaling for his finisher!!  The crowd goes funky-monkey-on-crack after watching thirteen hours of Gilligan's Island insane!!  Stevens hooks the arms, jumps in the air... WHAM!!!

 

Curry: Walk-Off!!!  Walk-Off!!!  That's it!!  No one has ever kicked out of two Walk-Offs!!

 

NTD: And this will end with a minute and a half still on the clock!!!

 

Curry: And maybe it is a good thing!!  With that neck injury, Edwin has been wrestling hurt for weeks now!!!

 

King drops to the mat!  The capacity crowd, all of them on their feet, count along as the Gambling Man slaps the mat...

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!NO!!!!!!!  At the last possible moment, at the last nanosecond, Edwin MacPhisto pulled his shoulder off the mat!!!  The crowd explodes!!!  King only smiles and looks at the clock tick closer and closer to oblivion...

 

Curry: What heart!!  Edwin MacPhisto has taken everything Grand Slam can throw at him tonight and kept on going!!

 

NTD: I don't believe this!!  Both men are fighting solely on determination and pride right now!!  There can't be much gas left in the tanks after this match Curry!!

 

Grand Slam stands up and slumps against the ropes, nearly exhausted and highly frustrated.  Edwin MacPhisto, obviously the worse for wear, rolls to the corner and starts using the ropes to pull himself up!!  The two warriors stare across the ring at each other, then walk slowly to the center!!

 

NTD: We are under a minute now!!  This could still end with both men's careers over!!!

 

Curry: We can only hop that doesn't happen NTD!  That would be a disaster!!

 

Grand Slam gets the advantage and whips Edwin into the ropes!!  Bounce back, Grand Slam throes up the Big Boot hoping to knock Edwin down but the MacDaddy sees it coming and baseball slides underneath!!  He pops up behind Grand Slam, turns a little, and delivers a textbook springing side-kick that sends Grand Slam staggering into the corner, holding the back of his head!!  Edwin glances at the clock and sees the seconds of their careers slipping away... 31... 30... 29... 28...  Without another glance, he charges into the corner, catching the slowly emerging Grand Slam with a clothesline out of nowhere that plants him firmly back into the corner!!  Edwin grabs a handful of hair and starts to climb the turnbuckles, dragging an exhausted Grand Slam up with him!!  With the clock getting anemic, Edwin stands on the top rope facing the ring, pulls Grand Slam into a front facelock and sets up for a suplex!!  16... 15... 14... With sweat poring down his face and a weary look in his eyes, Edwin takes a deep breath and pulls Grand Slam off the second rope and turns the big man so they are facing each other!!  9... 8... 7... 6...  Then with Stevens high in the air and upside down, Edwin jumps off the top rope and drives Grand Slam's head into the mat so hard the ring nearly collapses!!!  

 

Curry: My God!!!  The Air MacPhisto!!!  Air MacPhisto!!  Grand Slam might be broken in half!!!

 

NTD: But does he have enough time to make the cover??  Look at the clock!!

 

4... Edwin covers hastily, barely hooking the leg!!  3... King drops to the mat and starts counting!!!  The crowd's attention is torn between the Gambling Man's count and the clock slowly ticking away...

 

 

 

ONE!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!!

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!!!!!!

 

The crowd starts to cheer, then realizes that time expired as King pounded the mat the third time and signaled for the bell!!!  The arena is suddenly a chaos of sounds as the buzzer for the timer continues to sound, the ring bell rings three times sharply, and the crowd half-boos, half-cheers!  King stands up and walks to the ropes, handing his mic to Funyon and saying something.  With a sad look on his face, Funyon raises the mic!  In the ring, Edwin has rolled off of a slowly recovering Grand Slam and is flat on his back, gasping for air like a fish out of water!!

 

Funyon: Ladies and Gentlemen...

 

King circles the two Carnies like a shark, a grim smile on his face.  Edwin pushes himself to his feet as Grand Slam finally rocks to his knees, his eyes glazed over...

 

Funyon: the winner of this match as result of a pinfall, EDWIN MacPHISTO!!!!

 

The crowd starts to cheer in a reserved way, the reality of what has just happened finally settling on them.  "Battleflag" begins to play over the PA system.  Grand Slam hears the announcement and falls face first to the mat in anguish.  

 

Curry: I... I don't believe it... Edwin MacPhisto wins the match as time expires!  And "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens loses his contract!!

 

NTD: This is pandemonium in here Curry!  The fans don't know what to think and I'm not sure Edwin does either!!

 

Edwin starts to go towards his friend when King gets in his way, reaching for his arm to raise it in victory!!  Edwin jerks his arm away from King and starts to scream at the Gambling Man!!  Weeks of frustration and anger at this man and Stubby McWeed boil over as Edwin MacPhisto starts giving the Suicide King a good chewing out!!  The Heartbreaker just stands there, letting all the words roll off him like water off a duck's back!!  MacPhisto gets angrier and angrier, his eyes full of fire and his face turning bright red!!  The veins in his neck are bulging as Edwin starts to push a finger in King's chest!!  The Gambling Man starts to look a little angry now, and gets even angrier when Edwin hauls off and pushes him halfway across the ring!!  Now the crowd knows what they can cheer for and do so, rattling windows and making Curry and NTD almost impossible to hear at home!!  Edwin follows King across the ring and pushes him again, drawing another enormous cheer from the crowd!!  King points at his former friend and warns him not to do it again!!!  But Edwin pays pays little heed to anything King says now that the match is over and charges him, intent of separating his head from his shoulders!!!  Battle flag fades away as Edwin swings hard at King, but the Gambling Man, well-rested and fresh, grabs Edwin's arm and twists it into  Half-Nelson!!  With his legendary speed, King places a foot in front of Edwin's leg and drives him forward, face-first, into the mat!!!  The crowd pops for the finisher, but that is quickly replaced by overwhelming boos!!!

 

Curry: This isn't right!!  After everything that has happened, after all that he has put the Carnival through, King doesn't need to do this!!

 

NTD: Of course he does!!  He is sending a message!  he is saying that no matter what, no matter where he is, he will always be able to hurt the Midnight Carnival!!

 

King starts to kick and stomp away on Edwin, tearing off his referee's shirt in the process!!  Edwin is curled up in a fetal position on the mat, trying to protect his neck and chest from the traitorous King's attack!!  King backs off and throws away the shirt, ready to continue the beating, when he backs against something... something large!!  As the crowd starts to cheer, the King of Hearts realizes who it is and his face drops!!  With resignation, he reaches over his head and feels... a goatee.  Then he knows for sure and spins around to attack Grand Slam!!!  But the Heavy Hitter was ready for him!!  He grabs one arm of King's and pulls it into a Full Nelson!!  King kicks and struggles, but Grand Slam is on a mission!!  The Heavy Hitter rears back and sits out, driving King's tailbone up into his spine and causing the younger man to scream out in pain!!!  The mic picks up Grand Slam yelling, "That's for Raynor!!!"  Maintaining the hold, Stevens stands!  He rears back again, and throws King down face-first into the mat!!!  King bounces with the impact and curls up, holding his head with both hands!!  Grand Slam screams again, "That's for the Carnival!!"

 

Curry: Grand Slam is getting some payback for everything King has done to him!!  For all of the pain, for the betrayal, and for tonight!!  Grand Slam wants some revenge!!

 

NTD: But this isn't right!!  Grand Slam no longer has a contract!!  Security should be escorting him from the building!!

 

Curry: Why NTD??  What can the SWF do to him now?  Fire him?

 

Grand Slam grabs a handful of blond hair and hauls King to his feet!!  He pulls the face of the Gambling Man to his and screams into King's face, "and this is for me!!!!"  The Gambling Man starts to fight back, sending a shot to Grand Slam's head, but the blow has no effect at all!!  Grand Slam uses both hands to grab King by the hair, holds him in place, the snaps his head forward, nailing King with a head-BUTT right between the eyes!!  Dazed, the Suicide King drops to his knee, but Grand Slam doesn't let go of the hair!!  As the crowd cheers him on, the Heavy Hitter pulls King back to his feet and into a standing head-scissors!!!  With his right hand, Stevens makes a circle in the air, signaling for the Walk-Off!!  The crowd, raises the volume another level, nearly blowing the roof off the arena!!  Grand Slam hooks the arms, jumps in the air... WHAM!!!!!!

 

Curry: Walk-Off!!!  Grand Slam nails his former student with one more Walk-Off!!!  And listen to the crowd!!!

 

The audience is screaming their approval as Edwin pushes his way to his feet.  Grand Slam peels King off the mat and whips him at Edwin!!  The Crown Prince of the Carnival delivers a nasty shot to the stomach of King, then spins him around and hooks his arms!!  Edwin vaults forward and drives King hard into the mat with a massive Encore Cross!!  Edwin hops to his feet and starts talking trash to a defeated King, yelling and screaming!  The crowd's cheering slows as Grand Slam approaches Edwin from behind.

 

NTD: Here's where we see Grand Scam's true colors!!!  Edwin is going to pay for ending his career!!

 

Edwin takes a deep breath and, knowing who is behind him, slowly turns to come face to face with his friend, his stablemate, his tag partner and the man he just defeated, Mark Stevens.  The two stare at each other for a long minute in the center of the ring as the crowd starts to build up the cheers again.  With no emotion on his face, Grand Slam reaches out and grabs Edwin's right arm.  The crowd gasps, the lets out a cheer unheard of in the annals of pro wrestling as "Grand Slam" Mark Stevens raises Edwin MacPhisto's hand above his head in victory!!!

 

Curry: You are right NTD!!  We did see what Grand Slam is really made of!!

 

NTD: (grumbles to himself)

 

With that, music again hits the PA system!  The Carnival's anthem "Love Rollercoaster" rips across the arena heralding the arrival of the actual Love Rollercoaster!!  The Carnies' gaudy, heavily modified and recently repaired signature ride races down the ramp, filled to the brim with Carnies!!  It skids to a stop next to the ring and the Midnight Carnival piles out and rolls into the ring!!  Edwin and Stevens are joined by El Luchadore Magnifico, Johnny Rotten and the heart and soul of the Carnival, Chris Raynor!!  There are hugs all around as Carnival pays its respects to their friend Mark Stevens.  He is smiling and happy, but there is a little sadness in his eyes...

 

Curry: Some would say that this is the greatest Stable in the history of the SWF NTD, and I would be hard pressed to argue with them!!

 

NTD: As much as I hate them, I can't deny their accomplishments!!  They have a list of gold their members have won a mile long!!!

 

Curry: And I have never seen a stable that were such good friends out of the ring!!  And the fans love them!!!

 

The crowd shows their appreciation too, rising to their feet as one and giving Grand Slam and Edwin the standing ovation they deserve.  "Love Rollercoaster" continues on as the Carnies slowly make their way out of the ring and to their ride.  They all climb into the seats, all except Grand Slam, who is escorted to the top seat, exposed above the roof of the cart!  Slowly, the Love Rollercoaster, driven by Raynor, makes a lap of the ring and heads up the ramp.  The fans cheer Grand Slam and his friends as they go, starting up a "Grand Slam" chant as the golf cart reaches the stage.  The Rollercoaster stops and Grand Slam climbs off, thanking his friends.  The Rollercoaster rolls backstage as Grand Slam remains center stage.  The spotlights all target him and the music changes, one last time, to the Gone Jackals "Born Bad"!  

 

Curry: Listen to the crowd!!  They know what Grand Slam has meant to them and the SWF and they do not want to see him go!!  And he doesn't want to leave!!

 

NTD: You can't deny what the man has done here!  He stands there as the most decorated wrestler in the SWF's history!!

 

On the stage, Mark Stevens looks out at the capacity crowd and holds his right hand high in the air, flashbulbs explode across the arena as his fans take one last picture.  With tears in his eyes, the Heavy Hitter taps his fist over his heart a few times, then points out at the fans who made it all, the pain, the loneliness, the hard work in the gym, all of it, worthwhile.  He tales a deep breath and looks one long last look at the ring through teary eyes.  He looks back at the standing crowd, listens to one last "Grand Slam" chant...

 

Curry: What a show of emotion by Grand Slam and his fans!!!  Saying goodbye is always difficult, but there is some real emotion there!

 

NTD: (sniffle) Goodbye Grand Scam!!

 

Curry: NTD, are you crying?

 

NTD: (huge sniffle)  ...no...

 

Curry: Well ladies and gentlemen, I hope you aren't too drained after that, because there is still our main event to come!!  H-Ville Thugg takes on Fallout for the World Heavyweight Title!!!

 

One last time, the camera focuses on Grand Slam, face streaked by tears, before he turns and leaves the stage...

 

And so another Midnight Carnival comes to a close... All good children must go home to bed.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

(Curry) – The time is here!  Ladies and gentlemen, it’s nearly time for our main event…The Hville Thugg puts his SWF Title on the line against The Clan’s Fallout, a match up a long time in the making.  Many have been begging for this match up for ages, and it’s finally here.  Will Thugg be able to hold off yet another contender, or will Fallout realize his dream of becoming SWF World Heavyweight champion?

 

(NTD) – {sob}

 

(Curry) – Will we see the end of Thugg’s stranglehold over the World title?  Will we see…what the hell’s wrong with you?

 

(NTD) – {sob} I’m just so sad.

 

(Curry) – Damn you’re a pussy…why?

 

(NTD) – We just lost one of the most handsome members of our SWF family.  It’s just so sad…I didn’t get a chance to tell him how I felt.

 

(Curry) – Uhhhhh…I’m going to ignore that last comment.  It’s true folks, we’ve just lost one of our very own.  A man who has given so much to this federation…a man whose career speaks for itself.  This business will never be the same without him, but the show must go on, and it’s nearly time for our main event.

 

(NTD) – You insensitive prick!  He’s gone dammit…gone!  I can’t believe you don’t care!

 

(Curry) – I care, but I have a job to do, and that’s get everyone ready for this huge main event.  You can’t dwell in the past Nathaniel…you’ve gotta move on.

 

(NTD) – I’m trying, but it’s just so hard.  Will we ever see him again?

 

(Curry) – I don’t know man…I just don’t know.  For the fans, we’ve got a special tribute planned for Storm, at which point we’ll pay our last respects to an amazing competitor, a spectacular athelete, and a great human being.

 

(NTD) – But what about right now?

 

(Curry) – Right now we’re gonna take a look at how this match between Fallout and Hville Thugg came to be.  Check this out.

 

The SmarkTron fires up while televisions around the world cut to a black screen, giving way to yet another spectacular SWF montage.

 

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Battleground 2 - March 31, 2002

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Spider and Thoth have just retained the SWF Tag Team Titles, when down to the ring comes Commissioner Stubby McWeed.  McWeed proceeds to DDT Spider out of his boots, and then he hits Thoth in the head with the tag title belts.  As Stubby backs up the ramp, Fallout runs down and kicks Stubby in the back of the head, sending Stubby down to the steel ramp.  After being stomped several times, Stubby rolls off the edge of the ramp and jumps the crowd barrier, Fallout giving chase.

 

The scene switches to the hallway outside the commissioner’s office, where Lady Red and K-Os prepare to beat Stubby into oblivion.  Out of no where, Jay Dawg hits K-Os with a steel chair, saving the commissioner, and then Sacred hits Lady Red with a diving reverse neckbreaker, saving JD and setting the stage.

 

“That’s Da Pound!  Jay Dawg and Sacred just saved Stubby from certain danger!  What’s going on here?”

 

The scene switches to later in the night where Fallout is facing El Luchadore Magnifico in a two fall match up.  This montage picks up the action during the second fall where both men are down and the referee is counting.  At nine, both men get to his feet, and moments later, ELM scores with a monkey flip.  ELM nails Fallout with a belly to back suplex and then climbs the top rope, looking for the Mexican Pride Press, but Fallout rolls out of the way.  Fallout fails on his first attempt at a Meltdown, but scores with his second try, after nailing a low blow.  The ref counts and Fallout becomes the #1 contender to the SWF Title.

 

“The winner of the second fall, and the new #1 contender for the SWF World Championship…FALLOUT!!!”

 

“Dammit!  Fallout has screwed El Luchadore Magnifico out of a World Title shot!”

 

Again we switch to later that night, where HVT, Mark Stevens, and Xstasy battle for the SWF Title…and Thugg’s SWF contract.  We pick it up in the latter stages of the match where the referee is down and Xstasy scoring with the Xception.  Xstasy makes the pin, but there’s no ref, so he gets back up.  Just then, Stubby McWeed makes his way down to ringside where he tries to revive the referee, but when his attempts fail, Stubby dawns the referee’s shirt.  Xstasy, a bit confused, goes up top and delivers an Xstatic on Thugg.  Stubby counts the fall, but stops at 2 and a half for no apparent reason.  Xstasy gets pissed, but becomes a victim to a devastating Paranoid Freakout.  Thugg covers and Stubby counts, but Mark Stevens pulls Stubby out at the last second.  Steven’s save is futile because he also falls victim to a Paranoid Freakout on the outside of the ring.  In the ring, HVT delivers the Untamed to Xstasy, and Stubby makes the extremely quick count and declares HVT the winner.

 

“Your winner…AND STILL SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…THE HVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE THHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”

 

“WHY DID STUBBY HELP THE HVILLE THUGG?? HAS HE JOINED DA POUND??  WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON??  THIS FED WILL NEVER BE THE SAME…”

 

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SWF Storm 2 - April 5, 2002

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Stubby opens the show with a promo…

 

“I went to the Clan because I heard they could get the job done, and they did... they did... for a while.  But you know what?  They slacked off.  Those bastards wanted a free ride, they wanted to ride MY coattails…But that all ended this past Sunday!  I kicked the Clan to the curb, and joined the most dominant force we’ve EVER seen in the SWF: Da Pound!”

 

It isn’t long before Thoth comes out and interrupts Stubby….

 

“Hmm... you’re right, Stubby.  Absolutely right.  We are just people.  But just like everyone else, I am perfectly capable of making you feel pain.”

 

Thoth prepares to fight Stubby, but is attacked from behind by Sacred.  Sacred delivers a Cruel Fate to Thoth, followed by an Untamed by HVT.  

 

“You dumb Clan slut!  You’re right, you are just part of the people, and so is Da Pound... but they’re bigger people, stronger people, and smarter people!  If you want to pick a fight, you’ve got it!  Just be prepared to leave in body bags.”

 

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And so it begins…The Clan vs Da Pound!  “Defy You” by The Offspring plays over the montage as clips from the previous month cut in and out to the beat.

 

Fallout drops Thugg with a steel chair shot on the ramp!

 

Jay Dawg applies the Heart of Darkness on K-Os!

 

Thoth hits Sacred in the back with a chair!

 

Perfect Bo hits Fallout with a Perfect Pain!

 

Thoth hits HVT with a chair!

 

HVT hits Fallout with a Thugg Passion!

 

HVT chokes out Fallout!

 

Fallout with a neckbreaker on HVT!

 

Sacred hits Cruel Fate on Fallout!

 

Then entire Clan and the entire Pound brawl in the parking lot, with neither team getting the best of the other.  Security and police arrive, and as the 2 groups are separated, Thugg has some choice words for Fallout…

 

“YOU'RE DEAD BITCH!  DEAD!  THIS SUNDAY...YOU'RE FUCKIN' DEAD!  I'M GONNA WRECK YO SHIT!!”

 

BOOM!

 

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With that, the montage ends, and we’re sent back live, where we start with a shot of the entrance ramp and the sound of fans boiling over with anticipation.  The arena is dark and “Scum of the Earth” by Rob Zombie hits the speakers as the fans get excited.

 

(Curry) – No more anticipation!  The time is now!

 

BOOM!

 

A faint green light illuminates the arena as Fallout steps through the curtain, setting off a mixed reaction from the crowd.  Some fans boo the Clan member, for obvious reasons, while some cheer the fact that he is facing the most hated man in the fed.

 

(Funyon) – The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF World Heavyweight Championship!  Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 185 pounds and hailing from Phoenix, Arizona…FAAALLLLLLLLOOOUUUUUTTTTTTTTT!!!

 

Again, a mixed reaction from the crowd fills the arena as Fallout makes his way to the ring, clad in his Clan black robe.  Once in the ring, Fallout stands in the center and lifts his arms skyward, causing an explosion of green pyrotechnics behind him.

 

(Curry) – Fallout, one of the greatest light-heavyweight champions this business has seen, is trying to make the leap of all leaps.  The world title is all that’s on this Clansman’s mind right now!

 

(NTD) – The question is…can he take it?  Can he take the Hville Thugg?  Can he take the pain and punishment Thugg is sure to dish out?

 

(Curry) – We’ll find that out in mere moments, but I can assure you that Fallout’s going to leave everything he has out in that ring.  He’ll hold nothing back tonight…the world title is at stake.  It gets no bigger than this!

 

The arena goes dark, and the boos are immediate.  A sadistic laugh comes followed by the electric guitar.

 

“They don’t know”

“Who we be”

 

“They don’t know”

“Who we be”

 

“What they don’t know is…”

 

BOOM!

 

A wall of fire blasts skyward from the stage, illuminating the area and sending the fans into a frenzy of boos and curses.  The boos only intensify as the large form of the Hville Thugg steps to the forefront of the flames, his head down and fists clenched.

 

(NTD) – And here he comes, Curry!  The greatest champion in the history of this business!  He’s large…he’s strong…and he’s pissed off!

 

(Curry) – A bad combination, if you ask me.  But he is certainly a fearful presence in that ring.  His sheer power and strength will be a true test for Fallout this evening, and if Fallout wants to walk away from this with the SWF title, he’s going to have to use his incredible speed to neutralize Thugg’s power.

 

(Funyon) – And his opponent…weighing in at 450 pounds, from the nation’s capitol Washington, DC…He is the SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…THE HVVIIIIIIILLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE THHHUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGG!!!

 

(NTD) – Walk out champion??  Shit…he should be worried about walking out of here period.

 

The fans shower Thugg with as much heat as their bodies can muster as the big man begins his slow walk to ringside.  He holds his title over his left shoulder as he uses his right hand to pull himself up the apron.  Inside the ring, Fallout watches from across the ring, his Clan hood still covering his head, as HVT steps over the top ropes.

 

(Curry) – I don’t know…Fallout’s one crazy mofo…he can take a good deal of punishment.

 

(NTD) – And punishment he shall get…

 

HVT walk to the center of the ring where he meets Fallout.  HVT hands his title over to the referee as he looks down into Fallout’s dark face, Fallout returning an upward stare.

 

(Curry) – Just look how Thugg towers over Fallout.  The challenger’s got his work cut out for him tonight.

 

The referee, who happens to be Matt Kivell yet again, holds the belt in the air, and then signals for the bell.

 

DING DING DING

 

(Curry) – And here we go…

 

The stare down continues as a few words are exchanged.  Fallout’s hood continues to hide his face, and, after a few moments, when Fallout turns around to take off his robe, HVT clobbers him in the back with a forearm.

 

(NTD) – Oh come on!  Fallout should know better…never turn your back on Thugg.

 

The blow sends Fallout stumbling towards the far ropes, and HVT stays on him with another forearm to the back.

 

(Curry) – Thugg with a cheap shot to start this match, and Fallout’s on the defense early.

 

(NTD) – Cheap shot?  The bell rang didn’t it?

 

HVT pulls Fallout upright, pushes him against the far ropes, and whips the light-heavyweight to the near ropes, Fallout’s robe flapping behind him as he runs.  Fallout runs at full speed towards HVT, who extends his knee, causing Fallout to flip over it.

 

(Curry) – Yeah, I know, but Fallout just wanted to take his robe off.

 

(NTD) – Well, should’ve done that before the bell.

 

Fallout falls to a sitting position on the mat, and HVT comes behind him and rips Fallout’s robe off his body.  HVT then rolls up the robe, wraps it around Fallout’s neck, and begins to pull back, choking the life out of the Clan member.

 

(Curry) – Thugg’s using Fallout’s own robe to choke him!!!

 

(NTD) – Oh, why don’t you go cry bloody murder?!?

 

(Curry) – BLOODY MURDER!!!

 

(NTD) – Shut up.

 

Referee Matt Kivell yells for Thugg to break the illegal choke, and then begins his five count.  One…two…three…four…five…five…five…five…Thugg breaks the hold.

 

(Curry) – Thugg breaks the hold at five.

 

HVT rolls the robe up and tosses it out of the ring where a technician scurries to gather it up.  HVT pulls Fallout to his feet while the Clansman holds his throat and gasps for air.  HVT pushes Fallout to the far left corner where he delivers a hard right hand for good measure, and whips Fallout across the ring to the near right corner.

 

(Curry) – Thugg dominating early…whipping Fallout into the corner.

 

Fallout crashes hard into the turnbuckle, and HVT takes off running at him.  HVT opens his body, looking for the splash, but Fallout uses the ropes to pull his legs up to meet HVT.  Fallout’s feet connect square with Thugg’s face, and as the crowd pops slightly, Fallout hops up to the second turnbuckle.

 

(Curry) – Fallout with a kick to the face, and back comes the challenger.

 

(NTD) – Anyone ever tell you that you smell like a goat?

 

HVT staggers a bit from the blow, but quickly regains himself and turns back to Fallout.  Fallout, however, is waiting, and when Thugg turns, he jumps off the second rope and delivers a jumping heel kick to Thugg’s face, sending the big man backward several steps.

 

(Curry) – I do not you pants-less freak…Fallout with a heel kick.  He’s got Thugg reeling…

 

As HVT staggers backwards, Fallout moves in quickly with a fury of punches in an attempt to take the big man off his feet.  The punches only push Thugg back to the near ropes, and Fallout attempts an ill-advised Irish whip.  HVT reverses the whip, and Fallout is sent back to the far ropes, where he rebounds, and runs towards the waiting Thugg.

 

(NTD) – You know, I never understood why the little guys always try to whip their bigger opponents.  It never works.

 

HVT moves closer to the center or the ring to wait for Fallout, but when Fallout approaches, he dodges HVT’s grasp by sliding between the big man’s legs.  HVT turns around to meet him, but Fallout slides back through his legs again, ending up where he started.

 

(Curry) – Oh, the speed of Fallout…

 

This time, HVT is too slow to turn around, and can’t stop Fallout’s dropkick that smacks him in the face.  The blow may have knocked Thugg down if not for the near ropes in the way.

 

(Curry) – Quick drop kick from Fallout…

 

HVT’s back hits the ropes, and he bounce back upright, where Fallout is waiting to deliver a hard superkick to the champ’s face!

 

(Curry) – Superkick to the face of the champ!  Fallout’s rolling now, and Thugg is in trouble.  He’s having a hard time counteracting Fallout’s incredible speed.

 

(NTD) – Thugg has had trouble with the smaller competitors for a long time.  Sometimes, he’s just too big for his own good, ya know?

 

HVT holds his face while he staggers back against the ropes, and Fallout begs him to step forward.  HVT does just that, staggering right into Fallout’s grasp.  Fallout places his hands on the weary Thugg’s shoulders, pushes himself up so that he can wrap his legs around Thugg’s head.  Fallout falls backwards, looking for the Hurricarana, but is thwarted by Thugg’s desire to stay on his feet.

 

(Curry) – Fallout with the Hurricarana…no!  Thugg won’t budge!

 

(NTD) – Oh now Fallout’s in for it.  It’s in a very precarious position, and…

 

Fallout pulls himself back up so that he’s pretty much on Thugg’s shoulders, and HVT wisely falls backwards himself, sending Fallout into the ropes neck first!

 

(NTD) – …Thugg hangs him out to dry!

 

(Curry) – Thugg countering that Hurricarana with a hangman!  Looks like Thugg may be working on Fallout’s breathing, hoping to slow the speedster down by taking his wind.

 

The crowd “ooh”s from the spot while Fallout rolls on the canvas by the near ropes, holding his neck and gasping for air.  HVT, however, doesn’t give Fallout much time to rest, gathering the little man up to his feet and pulling him to the center of the ring.

 

(NTD) – Yeah, it’s gonna be hard for him to run around this ring like a crazy man when he can’t breathe.  Very smart by Thugg, I say…these title matches tend to be rather long, and by taking away Fallout’s wind, Thugg’s going to shorten this match considerably.

 

(Curry) – Yeah, Fallout’s gonna have a hard time in the latter stages of this match if he’s having trouble breathing…but I’m not sure if that’s Thugg’s motive.  He’s not known for his tactical thinking.

 

HVT places Fallout in a front face lock, grabs his denim shorts, and hoists Fallout into the air.  HVT holds Fallout vertical for quite some time…2 seconds…3 seconds…5 seconds…

 

(Curry) – Look at the strength of Thugg…just holding Fallout in the air like that.

 

…7 seconds…BAM!  HVT brings Fallout down with a huge stalling suplex!

 

(Curry) – And down he goes…finally!

 

(NTD) – That suplex, while it’s rather technical, can also be devastating because all the blood rushes to your head.

 

(Curry) – Yeah, which makes it hard to recover from…Thugg with the cover!!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO……NO!  Fallout gets his left shoulder off the canvas.

 

(Curry) – Fallout gets his shoulder up, but with such a near fall this early in the match, you’ve gotta wonder how long Fallout will last.

 

(NTD) – What he needs to do is…he needs to be moving.  He’s gotta stay out of Thugg’s grasp if he wants to have a shot at winning.

 

HVT gets to his feet, pulling Fallout up by his hair.  HVT grabs Fallout by the wrist, and whips his into the far left corner, where Fallout slams back first into the turnbuckle.  HVT walks over nonchalantly, feeling rather confident at this stage of the match up.

 

(Curry) – Thugg’s in control here, and he looks confident now.

 

(NTD) – Wouldn’t you be?  I mean, if you were 7’2” and 450 pounds, wouldn’t you be confident?

 

(Curry) – You know, I suppose I would.

 

HVT places Fallout’s arms up on the ropes, exposing Fallout’s chest, and after ripping Fallout’s tank top down the middle, HVT raises his huge hand and…

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

…delivers a blood curdling open-hand slap.

 

(NTD) – ARGH!

 

(Curry) – I know…damn!

 

HVT raises his hand again, and…

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

(NTD) – That just sounds painful!  I mean, I’ve been calling Thugg’s matches for a long time, but that sounds still sends shivers down my spine.

 

(Curry) – That’s because it’s so damn loud.  There’s no reason for a smack to be that damn loud…

 

(NTD) – Well, have you ever seen Thugg’s hands?  They’re freaking huge!!

 

Fallout cringes from the slaps, but seems to have no way of stopping them as HVT raises his hand again…

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

Fallout’s chest begins to redden as his face contorts with pain, but Fallout has no time to dwell on that because he finds himself victim to a hard back elbow from Thugg.  HVT then puts his forearm right in Fallout’s throat and pushes upward, again choking the breath from Fallout.

 

(Curry) – Thugg with yet another choke…you may be right Nathaniel.  It’s quite possible that Thugg is attempting to take Fallout’s wind to shorten his match longevity.

 

The referee, again, yells for Thugg to break the hold, meanwhile, the crowd starts up a faint “Fall-out” chant (damn Fallout marks).  After nearly five seconds, Thugg breaks the hold, and Fallout goes back to tending to his neck and gasping for air.

 

(NTD) – I’m telling you Curry, Thugg’s smarter than he looks.  Fallouts got the speed advantage, right?  Well, what better way to neutralize that speed than by making sure he can’t go that fast all night.

 

(Curry) – Well, regardless, Fallout needs to do something soon before he falls too deep in the hole here.

 

HVT drives a knee into Fallout’s gut, and the nuclear weapon doubles over.  HVT pulls Fallout out of the corner by his head, pushes him against the left side ropes, and whips him to the right side ropes.  Fallout rebounds off said ropes, and runs straight into Thugg’s grasp once more.  HVT places one hand near Fallout’s waist and the other on his chest, and hoists Fallout up into a military press!

 

(Curry) – And yet another feat of strength for Thugg here.

 

(NTD) – Eh…not so much really.  I’ve seen better…Fallout’s not even 200 pounds.

 

Thousands of fans take pictures as HVT turns around slowly with Fallout up in the air.  HVT bends his arms and throws Fallout high into the air, setting forth a title wave of flash photography.  Fallout waves his arms wildly as he plummets towards the ring…………………………CRASH!

 

(Curry) – Jesus!  That must have been over 12 or 13 feet in the air!!  And Fallout just landed face first on the canvas!!

 

(NTD) – Now that’s one hell of a fall.

 

Fallout bounces twice before coming to a stop as the crowd gasps from the fall.  HVT pushes Fallout onto his back, and makes the cover…

 

(Curry) – Thugg with the cover…this could be it right here!!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

THRE……NO!  Fallout turns his left shoulder off the canvas once more.

 

(Curry) – Oh!  Near fall there!

 

(NTD) – Thugg was just a half second away from retaining his world title in what would have been the quickest title match in history.

 

(Curry) – Hey, you remember that match when Jay Dawg lost to K-Os in like 5 seconds?

 

(NTD) – Yeah, that was funny as hell.  I bet JD was pissed, but man was it funny.  I don’t think that story will ever get old.

 

HVT confidently gets to his feet and makes a slow cutting motion across this throat, sending an uproar of boos from the crowd.

 

(Curry) – Wait a second.  I think Thugg’s looking to end this right now!

 

HVT lifts Fallout to his feet and places him in an inverted DDT position.  The fans fill the arena with heat as HVT looks to both sides, pleased with his quick work of Fallout.  He places one hand under Fallout’s back, and flips the Nuclear Weapon up to his chest.  Fallout, however, quickly kicks his legs, grabs behind Thugg’s head, and drops to a sitting position, which causes HVT’s chin to slam onto Fallout’s shoulder!

 

(Curry) – NO!  Jawbreaker from Fallout!!  He reversed the Thugg Passion into a Jawbreaker!  Great desperation counter by Fallout, and he’s still in this thing.

 

(NTD) – Thugg probably went for the kill a little too early there.  Fallout’s hurt, but he’s not done, and the Thugg Passion is just too slow of a move to execute when your opponent isn’t near dead.

 

HVT bounces to a stand up position after the blow, as the crowd pops for Fallout, and Fallout jumps to his feet.  HVT staggers right into a boot to the stomach that doubles him, and then Fallout grabs a front face lock, and drops HVT with a DDT!

 

(Curry) – DDT!  Fallout with a DDT!

 

Fallout lies on the canvas for a moment, still ailing from the beating he’s been taking, but after resting, he rolls over and covers Thugg as the crowd cheers louder than before.

 

(Curry) – Fallout with the cover!!

 

ONE!

 

 

TWO!

 

(Curry) – We could have a new champ right here…NO!!  Thugg shoves him off!

 

HVT shoves Fallout away and starts to get to his feet, all the while holding his head.

 

(NTD) – That was close, but now Fallout needs to take advantage of this rare opportunity.

 

(Curry) – The champ’s in trouble, but can Fallout capitalize?

 

Fallout gets to his feet and begins to lay into Thugg with right hands that send the mammoth back towards the near ropes.  With his back against the ropes, HVT blocks Fallout right hand and throws one of his own that is ducked by Fallout.  Fallout swings behind HVT, and with his own back to the near ropes, delivers a spinning heel kick to Thugg’s face, sending the champion down.

 

(Curry) – It looks like he’s gonna damn sure try.

 

(NTD) – Thugg is down now, and it’s a good time for Fallout to score something big.

 

(Curry) – He’s gotta be careful because one false move could spell disaster for Fallout.

 

With HVT down, Fallout scurries to the near right turnbuckle and hops to the top rope.  He looks out at the crowd, leaps into the air, and drops his leg right on Thugg’s throat!!!

 

(Curry) – Leg Drop!!  Fallout just hit that Guillotine Leg Drop!!!

 

(NTD) – What a huge move by Fallout!!

 

(Curry) – And the fans are getting behind him…we very well might see a new champ tonight!!

 

Fallout bounces up, and immediately covers Thugg amidst the thousands of cheering fans.  

 

(Curry) – Fallout with the pin…This could be it!!!

 

ONE!

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

THR……NO!!  Thugg shoves Fallout off, this time, just barely.

 

(Curry) – Oh, that was almost it there.

 

(NTD) – That’s gotta do wonders for Fallout though.  I mean, he has got to believe that he has a legitimate shot at winning this thing now.

 

(Curry) – What, he didn’t have a shot before?

 

(NTD) – I didn’t think he did…come on!  He’s giving up almost 300 pounds…did you think he had a shot?

 

(Curry) – You can never measure the size of one’s heart.

 

(NTD) – Here you go with that shit again.

 

Fallout gets to his feet, followed slowly by HVT.  Fallout begins to nail him with right hands, again, backing the big man against the near ropes.  Fallout grabs Thugg for a whip, which is obviously reversed by the bigger man, and Fallout is sent barreling to the far ropes.  HVT takes a step towards the center as Fallout rebounds, but when Thugg goes to grab the former LHW champion, Fallout dives in, wraps one arm around Thugg’s waist, slides around Thugg until he’s under the champ, and goes to pull him down for a school boy.

 

(Curry) – NO Fallout!  Don’t do that!  He’s too big…you’ll never get him down.

 

(NTD) – Now that was just stupid…maybe.

 

HVT stumbles ever so slightly, but instead of falling over into a pinfall, HVT reaches down with both hands and grabs Fallout by the neck.  He pulls Fallout between his legs and up into the air, at which point Thugg begins to choke Fallout yet again.

 

(Curry) – Not smart by Fallout, and now Thugg’s got another choke in.  This looks real bad for the challenger here.

 

Matt Kivell starts his pleas for Thugg to release Fallout as the Clan member’s feet dangle in the air.  Kivell counts to five, but Thugg, instead of dropping the choking Fallout, he, instead, turns, and tosses him over the top rope with a Choke Toss!

 

(NTD) – And there goes Fallout!

 

(Curry) – That was a costly mistake by Fallout.  Thugg just tossed him out of the ring like a rag doll.

 

Kivell chastises Thugg for his less than ethical ways, but HVT ignores the puny ref and steps over the rope to the apron.  Fallout gets to his knees on the floor as HVT drops down, and when he moves to Fallout, Thugg lifts him to his feet and scoops him up.  Instead of dropping Fallout with a scoop slam, HVT places the Nuclear Weapon on his shoulder and eyes the ring post.

 

(Curry) – Oh no!  HVT has some bad intentions on his mind, I can just tell.

 

(NTD) – It looks like Fallout’s gonna pay for his mistake dearly.

 

HVT takes a look around and notices the Kivell is only on 4 with his ring out count, so HVT takes a slight running start towards the near left ring post.  Just before Thugg slams his opponent into the ring post, Fallout wiggles his legs and escapes from behind, only to give HVT a shove and send the big man head first into the ring post!!

 

(Curry) – NO!! Fallout escapes and it’s Thugg who goes slamming into the ring post!

 

(NTD) – That’s the ticket Fallout.  You gotta stay on Thugg now…don’t let him get himself together.

 

HVT’s head smacks off the ring post and all he can do is stagger backwards while Fallout hops up to the ring apron.  Once HVT is in his sights, Fallout faces the ring, jumps up to the second rope, and springboards off towards the outside.  In mid air, Fallout does a back layout (it’s a flip), and lands on Thugg with an Asai Moonsault, sending both men to the floor!

 

(Curry) – Asai Moonsault!!!  What an athletic and devastating move from Fallout!

 

(NTD) – I don’t know, it looks like that may have take something out of Fallout as well.

 

(Curry) – But it was effective, and Thugg looks hurt!

 

After only a short moment, Fallout crawls back to his feet, slides under the bottom rope, and then slides back out again, stopping the Kivell’s count at 8.

 

(Curry) – Fallout breaks Kivell’s count, and the challenger looks to be in good shape right now.

 

When Fallout gets back out to the ring, HVT is attempting to stand, which he does with a little help from Fallout.  Fallout grabs HVT by the head, turns him, and drives the champ’s head into the steel ring steps with a metallic CLANG!

 

(Curry) – And now Thugg gets up close and personal with those unforgiving steel steps!

 

(NTD) – Is there anything around here that’s not steel?  Next thing you’ll be saying is, ‘My God, Fallout just hit Thugg with that steel plastic bowl’.

 

(Curry) – Shut up.  The steps are steel, aren’t they?

 

(NTD) – Yeah, they are.  All this steel around here is a hazard.  The feds would have a field day with the safety hazards in this place.

 

(Curry) – They won’t if you shut up.

 

HVT stands upright after the blow and attempts an escape by slowly walking around the left side of the ring.  Fallout sees this, but instead of giving chase, he slides back into the ring, again, breaking Kivell’s count.

 

(Curry) – Thugg trying to make an escape, but what’s Fallout doing?  He doesn’t want to win by count out because Thugg would keep his title that way.

 

Fallout readies himself in the ring as HVT, oblivious as can be, turns the corner to the far side of the ring.  Just as HVT passes by the announce table, Fallout breaks into a sprint.  When he’s close to the ropes, the light-heavyweight leaps into the air, dives over the top rope, completes a half flip in the air, and lands back first into HVT!!

 

(Curry) – Holy shit!!  Fallout with a humungous suicide dive to the outside, landing right on Thugg!

 

(NTD) – Another high risk move that pays off for Fallout, but again, he’s taken something out of himself with that move.

 

Fallout slowly rises to his feet, extremely exhausted and hurting, but still fighting.  Matt Kivell has given up on counting these two out, and has exited the ring to beg Fallout to get Thugg back in the ring.  While Kivell argues with Fallout, HVT starts to get back to his feet, and when Fallout sees this, he shoves Kivell aside and goes back to HVT.

 

(Curry) – Referee Matt Kivell’s having a hard time keeping this match under control.  He’s trying to get the men back in the ring, but they aren’t listening to him.

 

(NTD) – Honestly…this is for the world championship.  Kivell should just get the hell outta the way and let these men fight.

 

Fallout shoves HVT hard into the ring apron back first, and then begins to deliver a series of hard knife-edge chops to the big man.

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

(Curry) – Fallout with those chops!  They sound just as painful as Thugg’s open-handed slaps!

 

SMACK!

 

“Oooo!”

 

Fallout then grabs HVT by the head, and rams it into the announce table, scatting papers and such to the floor.

 

(NTD) – Dammit!  Get away from here!

 

(Curry) – Come on NTD…this is for the title.  Let ‘em fight, remember?

 

(NTD) – Yeah, just not over here.

 

Fallout, seemingly pissed at this point, stomps over to the time keeper’s table where he tosses the time keeper aside and grabs the chair on which he was sitting.

 

(Curry) – Oh no!  Fallout’s got a chair, and he’s got bad intentions written all over his face.

 

(NTD) – No Fallout!  You don’t want to get disqualified!

 

Fallout turns and begins to walk angrily over to HVT, who is just now getting up to his feet.  However, before Fallout can send HVT into the stone age with a chair shot, Kivell comes from behind and grabs the chair from Fallout!

 

(Curry) – Kivell!

 

(NTD) – See?  Kivell’s getting involved again…just let ‘em fight dammit!

 

Kivell and Fallout jar for the chair, with Kivell eventually winning the battle.  As Kivell scolds Fallout, HVT approaches from behind to violently spin Fallout around to face him.  HVT throws a punch that is quickly blocked by Fallout, and Fallout throws one of his own.  HVT ducks that punch and locks in a full nelson on Fallout, which, in turn, leads to Fallout being slammed hard to the floor with a Full Nelson Slam!

 

(Curry) – OHHHH!!  Full Nelson Slam onto this thinly padded floor!  That’s concrete under there!!

 

(NTD) – Indeed it is, but that’s Kivell’s fault.  Had he not gotten involved, Fallout wouldn’t have been slammed like that.

 

(Curry) – But he was going to clobber HVT with that chair!  I thought you liked HVT!

 

(NTD) – I do, I’m just saying…I want to see a good fight, and I have no doubts that Thugg will prevail in the end.

 

Fallout rolls on the floor holding the back of his head, while Kivell tries to plead with Thugg.  HVT ignores the ref, and proceeds to remove the protective covering from the announce table, which surely has been destroyed already in this PPV.  HVT throws the covering to the floor, and then discards the TV monitors as well.

 

(NTD) – Why must they always do that?

 

(Curry) – I don’t know, but I wish they wouldn’t.  It’s hard enough to call a match as it is, let alone, doing it without the aid of our TV monitors.

 

HVT turns around to probably put Fallout through the table, but all he sees is Matt Kivell in his face again.  Behind Kivell, Fallout gets to one knee, and HVT angrily shoves Kivell to the ground.  As Kivell sprawls, Fallout dives in with a hard punch to Thugg’s genitals, and the entire crowd “Oooo”s with sympathy!

 

(Curry) – Low blow!  Fallout with a low blow, and the ref didn’t see it!

 

(NTD) – Stupid Kivell.  He really should have his license revoked.

 

HVT doubles from the blow, and Fallout quickly drops him with another DDT, this time onto the floor!

 

(Curry) – DDT!  Fallout with another DDT!  Right onto this hard floor!  Oh the humanity!

 

(NTD) – Desperation starting to set in for Fallout, but we all know, he’s his most dangerous when he’s desperate.

 

Fallout slowly gets to his feet, and, grabbing HVT by the hair, pulls the champ up as well.  HVT seems out of it, which actually makes it more difficult for Fallout to roll him onto the empty table, but he doesn’t it anyway.

 

(Curry) – Shit!

 

(NTD) – I think it’s time we made our exit, eh?

 

(Curry) – Couldn’t have said it better myself.

 

NTD and Curry split, leaving their cheaply designed headsets behind as the crowd roars in anticipation.  Fallout leaves HVT on the table, and heads back to the ring as Kivell gets up and begs him to stop.  Fallout climbs to the apron and then scales the far right turnbuckle, looking out at the motionless Thugg.  Fallout stares for a moment, and then takes a deep breath before turning his back to Thugg.  Thousands upon thousands of flash bulbs fill the arena as Fallout takes flight, turning, twisting, and flipping his body in mid air.  After what seems like an eternity, Fallout makes contact…but with what?  Does Thugg move??

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CRASH…NO HE DOESN’T!  FALLOUT CRASHES INTO THUGG AND BOTH GO RIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH A 450 SPLASH!!

 

Curry scrambles to get his headset, and then scurries out of the way again.

 

(Curry) – DEAR GOD!!  450 SPLASH RIGHT THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!

 

(Crowd) – HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!

 

(Curry) – I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!  FALLOUT WITH A 450 SPLASH THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!  BOTH MEN ARE DOWN AND PROBABLY OUT!!  WHAT CARNAGE!

 

(NTD) – {finally retrieving his own headset} GODDAMN WHAT A MOVE!!  FALLOUT JUST KILLED HIMSELF WITH THAT HIGH RISK MANUEVER, BUT HE’S ALSO KILLED THE HVILLE THUGG!!

 

(Curry) – Will this match even be able to go on?  Both men are dead, but this crowd is going nuts!

 

Fallout is the first to get to his feet, using the crowd barrier behind the rubble to aid him.  After staggering around for a bit holding his stomach, Fallout grabs HVT by the cornrows and starts to drag him towards the ring.

 

(Curry) – Fallout’s up, and now has a significant advantage over the champ!

 

(NTD) – Both these men have to be dead by now…how much can they have left?

 

(Curry) – Not much, I can tell you that.

 

After a long, torturous journey, Fallout gets HVT to the ring apron and rolls him into the ring.  The fans are popping their heads off as Fallout slides in after him, followed by Kivell.  Fallout, too dead to move Thugg anymore, simply crawls over him for the cover…

 

(Curry) – Fallout with the cover!  This is it!!

 

ONE!

 

(Curry) – We’ve got a new champion!!!  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Curry) – Fallout’s done it!!  He’s done it!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE……

 

(Curry) – WAIT!!  NO!!  THUGG HAS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!  

 

(NTD) – BY GAWD!!  THUGG’S NOT DONE YET!!

 

(Curry) – And Fallout can’t believe it!  I can’t believe it!  No one in this arena can believe it!!

 

The fans gasp and Kivell throws up two fingers and points to the ropes.  Fallout rolls off of Thugg and holds his head in disbelief as he tries to get to his feet.  

 

(Curry) – What endurance from the Hville Thugg!!  I can’t believe he still has the wherewithal, after going through our table, to get his foot on the ropes!

 

Fallout, seemingly frustrated, staggers up, and goes to the far right corner where he slowly scales the turnbuckle again.

 

(NTD) – He’s going back up!  Fallout’s gonna fly once more!!

 

(Curry) – My god if he hits this…it’s definitely over!  If he scores with another high impact move, there is no way Thugg can recover!  We’ll have a new champ for sure!

 

Fallout gets to the top and prepares to fly once more, but with the crowd at its peak, HVT pulls on the ropes to get up.  Upon seeing Fallout perched, HVT dives into the ropes, shaking the ring, and causing Fallout to fall and get crotched by the turnbuckle!!

 

(Curry) – NO!!  Thugg dives into the ropes and Fallout’s hurt!!

 

(NTD) – Damn!  Heads up move from Thugg!!  If Fallout had hit something from there, Thugg’s reign would’ve been over…for sure.

 

HVT takes a moment to rest on the ropes, and then uses them to pull himself over to the corner where Fallout sits atop the turnbuckle holding his midsection.  HVT grabs Fallout’s head and slowly steps up to the second turnbuckle, sending the fans into an uproar with excitement and anticipation.

 

(Curry) – Oh shit!  Fallout’s in trouble…big trouble!!

 

HVT grabs the Nuclear Weapon in a front face lock, places Fallout’s arm over his head, and pulls up.  Fallout goes vertical, and like a tree, HVT goes timbering backwards, landing on the canvas back first with a superplex!

 

(Curry) – SUPERPLEX!!  DEAR GOD…SUPERPLEX!!  HE GOT HIM UP AND OVER!!  THIS IS INSANE!!

 

(NTD) – WHAT IMPACT!!  FALLOUT’S GOTTA BE DEAD BY NOW!  BUT DOES THUGG HAVE ENOUGH LEFT TO MAKE THE COVER!

 

Both men lie on the canvas, nearly dead, while the crowd explodes for the high impact maneuver.  A chant of “double-U F” starts up as HVT looks up at the ceiling from his back.  After some time, HVT rolls over onto his stomach and crawls over to make the cover, rolling onto his back and hooking the leg.

 

(Curry) – THUGG’S GOT THE COVER!!  HE’S GOT IT!!

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

(Curry) – THIS IS IT!!!  THUGG RETAINS THE TITLE!  THERE’S NO WAY…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…

 

(Curry) – NOOOOOOOOO!!!!  I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!  FALLOUT GETS HIS SHOUDLER UP!!!  HOW MUCH DOES THIS CRAZY CLANSMAN HAVE LEFT!!!

 

(NTD) – THIS IS INSANE!  HOW CAN THESE MEN KEEP GOING AT IT!!  FALLOUT’S GOTTA BE DEAD, BUT SOMEHOW, HE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!!

 

HVT rolls off and lies next to Fallout with his hands on his face in disbelief.  Kivell throws up 2 fingers as the fans explode into cheers for Fallout’s heart.  As the chants turn to “Fall-out…Fall-out”, HVT gets to his knees and stares at Kivell, who simply puts 2 fingers up and screams “two”.

 

(Curry) – Thugg can’t believe the superplex didn’t keep Fallout down!  Fallout’s drive and determination is off the charts!  He’s not going to leave here tonight without the SWF Title wrapped around his waist!

 

(NTD) – The match continues, and you’ve gotta think that Thugg has the advantage given the status of things right now.

 

HVT slowly rises, and pulls a lifeless Fallout to his feet as well.  HVT pushes the challenger to the left side ropes, and then whips him to the right.  Fallout rebounds and ducks under an HVT big boot before stopping directly behind the big man.  Fallout boots HVT in the stomach when he turns around, locks in a front face lock, jumps up (causing HVT to jump slightly), and drives HVT’s head to the canvas with an Impaler!!!

 

(Curry) – MELTDOWN!!!!  MELTDOWN!!!

 

(NTD) – HOLY SHIT!!!  THAT CAME OUTTA NO WHERE!

 

(Curry) – DEAR LORD, IT’S JUST ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER TONIGHT!  FALLOUT, OUT OF COMPLETE AND UTTER DESPERATION, HITS THAT GOD-AWFUL MELTDOWN!!

 

After performing his finisher, Fallout doesn’t move, but simply lies on the canvas, too injured to do anything at all.  HVT is near dead as well, not moving in the least bit as the crowd goes absolutely bonkers.

 

(Curry) – Make the cover!  Fallout has to make the cover!!

 

(NTD) – I don’t think he can!!  He’s too hurt!!

 

(Curry) – All he needs is an arm!!  Thugg’s done!!  All he has to do is get one finger on Thugg and he’ll be the SWF Champion!!

 

With both men down, and seemingly out, Kivell begins his ten count as the fans try to rally Fallout.

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

(Curry) – These fans are trying to rally Fallout!  All he needs to do is get on arm on Thugg and he’ll pull the biggest upset since Thugg’s win over Magnifico!

 

THREE!

 

FOUR!

 

(NTD) – I don’t think he can do it!  He’s not moving!

 

(Curry) – But neither is Thugg!  Just one whisker would do the trick because there’s no way Thugg’s getting up from a Meltdown!

 

FIVE!

 

The fans suddenly start to cheer, and the camera pans up to the entrance to show Thoth walking towards ringside!

 

(Curry) Wait a second!  That’s Thoth!!

 

(NTD) – Hey, are these fans actually cheering for Thoth?

 

SIX!

 

(Curry) – I think they’re cheering for Fallout, and Thoth is just the recipient of Fallout’s courageous efforts here tonight.

 

The crowd’s cheers quickly become boos, and as the camera heads back over to the entrance, we see Bo running down the ramp, steel chair in hand!

 

SEVEN!

 

(Curry) – NO!!  That’s Bo!!  What’s he doing here??  He’s……OH MY GOD!!!

 

The fans have a similar reaction as Bo races down and slams the chair right into Thoth’s back, sending the Balancer down on the ramp.  The boos from the crowd can’t be described in words as Bo continues down to ringside.

 

(NTD) – You don’t think?

 

(Curry) – What?  That Thoth is the person Bo has been seeking revenge on?  I don’t know, all I know is he just clobbered Thoth with that chair, and now he’s down here!

 

Inside the ring, the ref’s count is broken by Fallout, who uses the ropes to pull himself up.  Fallout, too weary to do much, grabs HVT by the foot, and pulls the big man to the center of the ring.  The crowd has a mixed reaction now, some booing for Bo and others cheering for Fallout.  The referee notices Bo, but concentrates on the action in the ring as Fallout wraps his leg in Thugg’s, reaches down and pulls HVT’s arm up over his (Fallout’s) head, and then begins to pull back on Thugg’s head!!

 

(Curry) – STF!!!  FALLOUT’S GOT IT LOCKED ON!!  HE’S GOT THE STF LOCKED ON!!

 

(NTD) – OH NO!!

 

(Curry) – There’s no escape!  Thugg’s in the center of the ring with no where to go!

 

HVT screams out in pain as he puts his free hand in the air to make sure he’s not tapping.  The ref slides in to check on him as the fans scream with delight at Thugg’s plight.  Fallout yanks back more to put even more pressure on Thugg, and HVT screams out in pain.

 

(Curry) – HE’S GONNA TAP!  HE HAS TO TAP!  THERE’S NO ESCAPE!!  THUGG’S GONNA TAP!!

 

(NTD) – HE’LL PASS OUT BEFORE HE TAPS!!  THUGG NEVER TAPS!!

 

Kivell is adamant about Thugg giving up, but HVT continues to shake his head no as Fallout pulls back even more.  Thugg’s hand is very shaky as it wavers over the canvas.

 

(Curry) – HERE IT COMES!  THUGG’S GONNA TAP!

 

Suddenly, Perfect Bo, steel chair and all, jumps up to the ring apron on the near side and tries to enter the ring.  Kivell, who has been mindful of Bo the entire time, jumps up and runs towards the near ropes to stop Bo…

 

TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP

 

…just as HVT starts to tap out!!!

 

(Curry) – HE’S TAPPING!!  THUGG’S TAPPING OUT!!!

 

(NTD) – BUT KIVELL’S TRYING TO GET RID OF BO!!  THE REF DOESN’T SEE IT!!

 

(Curry) – GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!!  THE HVILLE THUGG IS TAPPING OUT AND BO IS DISTRACTING THE REF!!!

 

The fans boo their heads off as Bo tries to get the ref to let him in the ring.  Kivell will have none of that, but he continues to miss Thugg slapping the mat furiously.

 

(Curry) – GODDAMMIT!!!

 

Fallout, realizing that something’s happening, releases the hold and gets to his feet.  HVT stops tapping, but remains on the ground…the damage done.  Fallout goes over to the near ropes and takes a swipe at Bo, who drops down off the apron to avoid the blow.

 

(Curry) – Fallout’s furious!  He knows he had this thing won if not for Bo!

 

Fallout, satisfied that Bo is off the apron, turns his attention back to Thugg, who has made it to his knees.  Bo wanders around to the far side of the ring while Fallout grabs Thugg by the hair and thrusts him in to another front face lock.  Fallout starts to jump, but HVT desperately shoves him off, and Fallout goes back to the near ropes.  He bounces off said ropes, and when Fallout rebounds, HVT lifts him, spins him, and slams him down with a huge Spinebuster!!

 

(Curry) – SPINEBUSTER!!!  THUGG WITH A SPINEBUSTER, SLAMMING FALLOUT’S HEAD AND BACK TO THE MAT!

 

(NTD) – Thugg’s not done yet!!  

 

(Curry) – All thanks to Bo!!

 

HVT drops back down to the canvas, but then gets to his knees, and after a moment, crawls over and makes the cover on Fallout!

 

(Curry) – THUGG WITH THE COVER!!  THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!  NOT LIKE THIS GODDAMMIT!!

 

(NTD) – IT’S OVER!!  IT’S OVER DAMMIT!!

 

Just then though, Thoth jumps up onto the same apron Bo was on.  Matt Kivell runs over to remove Thoth the same way he did Bo just as Thugg makes the cover.

 

(Curry) – THUGG’S GOT FALLOUT…BUT WAIT!  IT’S THOTH!!  THOTH IS DISTRACTING THE REFEREE JUST LIKE BO DID!  JUSTICE…BY GAWD JUSTICE!!

 

(NTD) – GODDAMMIT, SOMEONE GET HIM DOWN FROM THERE!  HE’S INTERRUPTING THIS MATCH, AND THUGG HAS THIS THING WON!!

 

HVT gets up to his feet to see what he problem is, and when he sees Thoth on the apron, he marches right over to deal with the problem.  Kivell tries to keep Thugg away from Thoth, meanwhile, Fallout starts to get to his feet.  Bo, on the other side of the ring, sees Fallout up, and goes to the apron.

 

(Curry) – This is utter chaos out here!  This match has been demoted to complete chaos!!

 

Fallout sees Bo on the apron and goes to him for a little payback.  Across the ring, HVT takes a swipe at Thoth, but Thoth drops off the apron, meanwhile, Fallout takes a swing at Bo.  Bo ducks the blow and………SMACK…DELIVERS A SHOT TO FALLOUT’S HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!

 

(Curry) – NO!!!  BO JUST CRACKED FALLOUT RIGHT IN THE HEAD WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!  SON OF A BITCH!

 

(NTD) – Fallout should have been paying attention to Thugg and not Bo!  It’s his own fault.

 

Fallout goes staggering backwards towards the center of the ring, while HVT, having disposed of Thoth, turns his attention back to the center or the ring.  Kivell, satisfied that the interruptions are complete, turns back as well…

 

SLAP!

 

…and watches an opportunistic HVT slap on a one-handed choke.

 

(Curry) – DEAR GOD NO!!  COME ON THUGG…NO!!  THIS ISN’T RIGHT!  BO JUST HIT HIM WITH THE CHAIR AND KIVELL DIDN’T SEE!

 

The fans erupt into boos that exceed riot level as HVT lifts Fallout into the air with one hand.  The weary Thugg wastes no time in spinning in a circle, and slamming Fallout to the canvas with a bone crunching, brain rattling, life altering Spinning Chokeslam!!!

 

(NTD) – UNTAMED!!  UNTAMED!!  THUGG WITH THE UNTAMED!!

 

(Curry) – I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!!  THIS IS WRONG!  IT’S JUST PLAIN WRONG!!  SON OF A BITCH BO JUST COST FALLOUT THE WORLD TITLE!!

 

HVT wearily drops to his knees and falls onto Fallout, rolling onto his back to hook the leg.  Thoth is on the right side of the ring, and looks to dive in for the save except that his brain is damaged by a crushing chair shot from Bo!

 

(Curry) – THUGG’S GOT THE COVER!!  THIS IS COMPLETELY FUCKED UP!!  I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!!!

 

ONE!

 

(NTD) – BELIEVE IT BITCH!  IT’S HAPPENING!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO!!

 

(Curry) – NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

 

DING DING DING

 

(Curry) – DEAR GOD NO!!  THIS IS A COMPLETE INJUSTICE!  THIS IS THE WORST INJUSTICE SINCE…SINCE…

 

(NTD) – The last one?

 

(Curry) – Shut up I’m serious!  Bo hit Fallout with that steel chair and Fallout stumbled right into that Untamed chokeslam!!  Something needs to be done about these two…BO and Thugg are sick, cheating bastards!!!

 

“Who We Be” hits the speakers as the fans attempt to turn the arena into ruins as they throw anything they can find towards the ring.  HVT rolls away from the lifeless Fallout and staggers up to his feet.  Meanwhile, Bo takes the world title belt from the attendant and slides into the ring as the referee raises HVT’s hand.

 

(Funyon) – Your winner, AND STILL SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…THE HVVVIIIIIIILLLLLLLLEEEEEEE THHUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

 

The announcement sends the fans into a booing frenzy as Bo, hands the title belt over to Thugg with a smirk.  HVT takes the belt from Bo and hoists it into the air, causing a very negative reaction from the crowd.

 

(Curry) – I don’t know if I can do this anymore!  I can’t…this is just wrong!

 

(NTD) – Wrong smong…just shut up and bask in Thugg’s victory.

 

HVT, after holding his belt high, turns to Bo and holds out his hand for a pound.  Bo, however, has different ideas as he already has his chair cocked and……………………SMACK…DELIVERS A CHAIR SHOT RIGHT TO THUGG’S HEAD!!

 

(Curry) – WHAT THE HELL??

 

The fans explode into cheers as the chair rings off of Thugg’s head.  The chair shot leaves HVT dead on his feet, but this isn’t just an ordinary chair shot…no.  Bo held the chair in such a way that when he hit Thugg, the chair opened and became wrapped aroud Thugg’s head.

 

(NTD) – WHAT??  WHAT’S GOING ON??

 

(Curry) – I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!  I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!  BO JUST CLOBBERED THUGG WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!

 

DING DING DING DING DING DING DING

 

With the chair wrapped around Thugg’s head, Bo yells something not pleasant to his Pound “friend”, who staggers about aimlessly.  Bo then angrily grabs HVT’s head, performs a ¾ turn, and brings HVT down with a huge neckbreaker…THE PERFECT PAIN!!!

 

(NTD) – OH MY GOD!!

 

(Curry) – HOLY SHIT!!!  PERFECT PAIN!!  PERFECT PAIN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR WRAPPED AROUND THUGG’S HEAD!!  PERFECT BO HAS JUST TURNED ON THE HVILLE THUGG!!  WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE??

 

Bo jumps to his feet and begins to scream at Thugg.  Then he stomps over to the far side of the ring, where he’s handed a microphone.

 

(NTD) – WHY IN THE WORLD…WHAT THE HELL…I…I…IT…

 

(Curry) – OH NO!!  THUGG IS IN TROUBLE BECAUSE I THINK IT’S HIM THAT BO’S BEEN SEEKING REVENGE ON!!!

 

(Bo) – THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING YOU FUCK!  YOU RUINED MY FUCKIN’ LIFE AND I WILL GET MY FUCKIN’ REVENGE!  THAT’S MY WORD…BITCH!

 

Bo throws the mic down to the canvas as the fans absolutely go nuts with cheers for Bo.  No music plays as Bo climbs out of the ring and starts angrily up the ramp!

 

(Curry) – IT’S THE HVILLE THUGG!!  BO’S VENGENCE HAS FOUND A TARGET, AND IT’S THE HVILLE THUGG!!  BUT WHAT DID THUGG DO?  WHAT DID HE DO TO BO TO MAKE HIS FRIEND WANT REVENGE ON HIM SO BADLY?  WHAT CHAOS!!  THUGG RETAINS HIS TITLE, BUT HE’S GOT A NEW ENEMY…A DANGEROUS ENEMY…BO!!!  WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN NOW…WHAT ABOUT DA POUND…WHY DOES BO WANT REVENGE ON THUGG?  MAYBE WE’LL FIND OUT ON STORM!  WHAT A NIGHT!!!

 

A final shot of HVT laid out in the ring, with his title in his limp hands, is shown as the fans cheer their heads off and SWF Defiance fades out and off the air!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

5-WAY ICE WATER, G-STRING, POLE MATCH

Johnny Rotten vs. Mistress Sarah vs. Lady Red vs. The Prophet vs. Cardboard Comet

- Wow...nobody wrote!  What a surprise.  Doesn't mean they got out of the match though!

 

HARDCORE TITLE MATCH

Longdogger Pete © vs. Stryke

- The rookie Stryke picks up some gold!

 

TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH

Thoth & Spider Nekura © vs. Munich & Erek Taylor vs. El Luchadore Magnifico & Chris Raynor

- Curse you Carnies!

 

US TITLE TOURNAMENT FINAL

Jay Dawg vs. Perfect Bo

- I still can't get used to Dawg actually winning.

 

NO-DQ ICTV TITLE MATCH

Thoth © vs. Sacred

- Despite tons of Clannish interference, Sacred is the new ICTV champ!

 

RETIREMENT MATCH

Edwin MacPhisto vs. Mark Stevens

- Suicide King makes himself the guest ref and I'm not telling you who wins!  Read it yourself.

 

SWF HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

Hville Thugg © vs. Fallout

- Thugg retains!  Read the match to see who Bo was plotting revenge against...