SWF Storm (May 3, 2002)

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The SWF logo swooshes onto the screen and quickly fades out, but instead of the usual Storm entrance, the cameras take us immediately back stage to what appears to be the commissioner’s office.  Inside, Stubby McWeed stands in front of his desk shuffling some papers around, possibly looking for something.  The fans from inside the Pepsi Arena can be heard letting out a loud “boo”, as Stubby sifts frantically, as if he’s a bit frustrated and nervous about the night to come.  Suddenly, the office door creeps open, and Stubby turns around quickly to meet his Pound friend and SWF World Champion, the Hville Thugg.

 

(HVT) – Hey boss, what up?

 

(Stubby) – Oh, hey man.

 

Stubby goes back to shuffling through papers as the fans in the arena boo the presence of HVT.

 

(HVT) – Yo, you said come over.  What’s up?

 

(Stubby) – Oh…yeah…ummm…listen man.  I need some help tonight.  I know that Edwin’s gonna be pissed tonight man.

 

(HVT) – Yeah…so?

 

(Stubby) – Look man, I have a business to run here, and I don’t have time to deal with his shit right now.

 

(HVT) – Ok…but, what the fuck does this have to do with me?

 

(Stubby) – Look, I just need you on standby tonight, ok?

 

(HVT) – Uhhhh, me?  Yo man, for real…I’m kind of blown about last Sunday, and all this Bo shit…what about the other guys?

 

(Stubby) – Nah man…I need you.  Edwin’s gonna call me out, I just know it.  And I’m not going to let him embarrass me in front of the world.

 

(HVT) – Ok…but still…me?

 

(Stubby) – You know what’s gonna happen.  He’ll say some stuff…I’ll say some stuff…then he’ll get pissed off and be looking to fight.  I mean, trust me, I’m not scared of Edwin MacPhisto, but I just don’t feel like dealing with that shit tonight.

 

(HVT) – Oh, I see.  So you want me to take care of the freak for you?

 

(Stubby) – Exactly.

 

(HVT) – Aight bro…I got you.

 

(Stubby) – Cool, but don’t jump the gun.  Wait till I call you.

 

(HVT) – No doubt cuz…I got it.

 

(Stubby) – Ok…good.  Now I just gotta find this damn file!

 

Stubby starts to rummage through the papers on his desk again as HVT looks on, but when he realizes Stubby’s done talking, HVT turns to leave.

 

(HVT) – Aight…handle that.  I’ll be in the locker room when you need me.

 

(Stubby) – {inattentively} Yeah…

 

HVT steps back through the door from which he came, closing it shut behind him as the scene cuts to black.

 

The SWF Storm entrance theme begins, giving way to a barrage of images from the SWF/IGNWF archives, as SWF Storm officially hits the airwaves.  While the montage finishes, the Storm theme continues as we go live to an impressive display of red and white pyro that starts from ringside and finishes on the stage.  One final blast sends the fans into a frenzy of cheers as the cameras pan the arena full of rabid SWF fans.

 

(Curry) – One week removed from an unforgettable Pay-Per-View…here we are live from the Pepsi Arena in Albany, New York!!  This is SWF Storm!!!  Alongside the pantless wonder, NTD, I am the spicy Curryman, and what a night we’ve got in store for you!  Fresh off his controversial win on Defiance, we have the SWF Champion Hville Thugg teaming up with the new ICTV champion Sacred to take on The Clan’s Thoth and Lady Red in an inter-gender, double-pin, tag team match!

 

(NTD) – Now that’s gonna be fun, but I just can’t believe Red’s gonna get in the ring with them.  I mean, what does a nice, attractive woman like that want to do in the ring with the gigantic killing machine and Mr. Insanitor…

 

(Curry) – Insanitor??  What the hell is that?

 

(NTD) – Sacred you nut!  Damn, I was just trying to be funny…you know, like color commentators are supposed to do.

 

(Curry) – Don’t.

 

(NTD) - …

 

(Curry) – Anyway, also tonight, we’ve got a rematch of Defiance’s hardcore title match between Longdogger Pete and the newcomer, Stryke!  And our main event is absolutely phenomenal!  Bo will go one on one, in a chain match, with Fallout, and after the events on Defiance, that should be one hell of a battle.  Also, the commissioner, Stubby McWeed and Edwin MacPhisto are in the house tonight, and I’m sure those two have something to say to each other after Edwin was forced to retire one of his best friends.

 

(NTD) – Honestly, that was one of the saddest moments in my professional career.  It’s right up there with the time that Jayson made me wear pants to the stock holder’s meeting.

 

(Curry) – I’ll have to agree with you there NTD…well, not about the pants part, but…Last Sunday night, we not only lost a great athlete, but we also lost a true friend and a damn great human being.  Our production staff has been working on this all week…our little tribute to the Heavy Hitter, “Grand Slam” Mark Stevens.  Check it out…

 

We cross-fade to the black SWFTron, and suddenly the crack of a bat echoes out into the arena, cheers behind it.  The opening bass-line of ‘Born Bad” by the Gone Jackals kicks up for perhaps the last time, and we fade into a shot of Mark Stevens standing tall, holding his first world title over his head, fading into similar shots of Mark holding the ICTV title, the tag titles, the stables title, and the World Title yet again, 9 belts altogether, as a familiar yet surprising voice narrates…

 

“Mark Stevens… I’ve known him a while, and its going to be hard to see him go. I’ve known him since way back in the original Junior League days, and he was someone to admire. I always respected him and his determination, but most of all, I respected his kindness above all else.”  As the last shot of Mark with the world title fades into a shot from 13th Hour, we realize who’s speaking…Mark’s first WF opponent, ever.  We cut to Sacred and a mild pop from the audience, admiring his show of respect, sitting on a stool against black background, addressing the camera.  “Through it all, he was a nice guy, never letting anything get to him. My only regret is not getting to know him enough… because he is a shining example to us all, and will be missed… I wish him well in the future, living life with his wife at his side, and the memories he holds of the IGN Wrestling Federation.

 

He better come back one day though… I need a one on one match that has been a long time coming… facing him would be the highlight of my career…”  Sacred nods to the camera, and we cut to the shot of Mark’s arm raised in triumph at 13th Hour.

 

“God Speed Mark.”

 

As the guitars of “Born Bad” start to pick up, we cut to a shot of the next IGNWF pay-per-view in 2001, Battleground, with Mark Stevens making his way to the ring in classic baseball attire to square off with Fallout for the #1 Contendership to the ICTV title…

 

“Well, it's difficult for me to say anything good about a Carnie.”  And we cut to Fallout on the stool now, looking awkward, but admiring.  “I hated those guys.  And I hated that damned Mark Stevens as well.  Hell, I still do.  Nevertheless...there's a part of me that will miss him.  He played a major role in my career as a professional wrestler.  We had some great battles,” continues Fallout, as highlights from the three-match series between the two play on the screen.  “Sometimes he won.  Sometimes I won.  Every time, it was a classic.  We brought out the best in each other, in and out of the ring.  So ‘Grand Slam’, as much as I hated having you around...I hate it even more to see you go.  I hope we get to beat the crap out of each other again someday.”  As Fallout finishes, we cut quick to Stevens’ win over Angelous at From the Fire, where the Carnie-to-be won his first WF title, the ICTV championship…and then suddenly, “Welcome to the Jungle,” Mark Stevens’ original entrance music from back in the JL, cuts in!  A montage of shots from the past flies up, and the crowd cheers for the nostalgia!  Mark Stevens winning his debut double-ring match, winning the European title and renaming it the Anarchy Rules Stevens’ old running buddies from FTW, Jay Dawg and Xero!

 

“FTW, buddy,” says Xero, “that’s where it all started.  I remember we pushed you around when you were a new guy in the back, but boy, was I wrong. Look where you are, and look where I am still.  Too bad I never got to fight ya…peace.”

 

“Yeah, we never really did fight again since I gave you your limp,” chuckles Jay Dawg.  “But seriously, Mark: you had a good run, big guy.  I’ll see you around.”

 

And now four men, walking in stride, fill up the screen as “Welcome to the Jungle” blares on: Mark Stevens, Perfect Bo, Suicide, and Grunge!  The original Anarchy, a blast from the past, raising hell having a time of it, with shots from the epic wars with Regeneration-X intercut with the dark room and one big, tall Australian’s old-time words…

 

“ ‘Grand Slam’ Mark Stevens. Heheh... I'll never forget that name. WAY back, I'm talking January 2001, I was at the top of my game in the IGNJL. Unstoppable. I had won around 8 matches straight, unheard of at the time. I had only suffered one loss, and that was a to a veteran in my second match.  Enter Stevens. After joining up with Perfect Bo, Grunge and Suicide to form Anarchy, he became a force to be reckoned with. And I found out the hard way,” continues Axis, as the shot changes to slo-mo of their European title match.  “I lost to him in a big frickin' steel cage. Heh.”  We cut back to Axis, sitting on the stool again.  “But, honestly, backstage, Stevens was THE man. Always ready to help you, always willing to put others before himself. In a world full of egos, Stevens was as grounded as the, uh, ground.

 

And that, in this business, is the greatest thing you can ever help to accomplish.”

 

“I know Mark for a long time,” comes the booming voice of Perfect Bo, as we see footage of Stevens making his first JL entrance, bat in hand.  “I met him back in the JL days when we were in that other fed...  I saw him, I can tell he was nervous and I introduced my self.  He always carried that damn bat around…heh…that was his pride and joy.  He told me he was new and his name was Mark Stevens, I told him that I was glad that he was aboard, yes, I was kind of like a vet back then...  Even though he was nervous, I can tell he was something special.”

 

“My first match with him wasn’t a one on one, it was a double ring 4 man elimination match.”  The footage shifts to Mark and Bo locking up in their ring as Bo continues.  “I was the strong favorite and that made me over confident.  He was in the same ring that I was in so I had to face him.  Let it be known that I don’t tap out from nobody and he made me tap out.  From that moment I knew we had something special.”

 

“I wasted no time in recruiting him for the very first and best Anarchy there was...  We were the team.  I tried to teach him that the fans don’t care about him but he still cared about them...  He was a force because as I became the world champion he became the European champion.”  In slo-mo we shift to the two friends standing side by side, each man holding his title belt.  “We moved to the WF and we went separate ways...  Even though him and I saw things differently I have nothing but respect for him...  Our problems, he always kept it in the ring, and he did that with class...  Instead of going personal, he'll embarrass you in the ring and I respect him for that.”

 

Now the camera cuts to the black room, and Bo turns towards the camera, staring right into the lens as “Welcome to the Jungle” winds on.

 

“Mark, You are the one that made me up my game and I know I did the same for you...  I'm sick of the way these bastards kicked you out like that...  But nevertheless, you in my eyes are my friend and I wish nothing but the best for you...  You take care of the seed of yours and that wife that I know loves you very much...  Hopefully I'll see you again and we can let bygones be bygones...  Although I'll see you again, I'm pretty sure of that...  Mark, be safe...  One love…”  Bo extends his fist with respect as suddenly, “Welcome to the Jungle” ends…

 

“Midnight Carnival…”

 

… And the tribute package erupts with “Love Rollercoaster” as a very familiar British voice narrates a silhouette of the Carnival under purple strobe lights, making one of many classic entrances!

 

“It’s Mark!  It’s Stevens!  It’s Grand Slam Mark Stevens!  Probably my best friend in this whole federation, a magnanimous man, an inspiration, a giant of a man…and a person I admire, deeply.”  We cut to the black room for a moment, where Edwin MacPhisto now sits on the stool, before returning to shots of the great Stables Title defense against Evil, Inc at Snake Eyes, and the 4-way match later in the night where Edwin and Mark first squared off, right before Edwin rejoined the Carnival.  “Mark was a legend—he is a legend.  He always will be.  A successful man, who followed his dream.  A family man, with a beautiful wife.  A fine cook who let Mag and I come over when we had nowhere else to go for the holidays!  He is the man I aspire to be…and buddy, let me tell you: I’ve got a few tricks left up my sleeve, and they’ll all be in your name, Mark.”

 

And we fast-cut to a shot of the black room, where Mistress Sarah stands, hip cocked, wide grin across her face.  “Best.  Tag.  Partner.  Ever.”  We see her and Stevens win the belts off of Andrea Montgomery and Johnny Rotten, defending them against all comers and having a blast along the way, before cutting to a shot of the black room again…and revealing Johnny Rotten himself!

 

“Big man, I was just getting to know you…and I wish it could have been longer.  And I finally forgive you for winning the belts.”  With a grin and a nod, Rotten ducks out of the room, and we cut back to Sarah, grinning and cutely putting a finger to her mouth.

 

“Did I mention: best tag partner ever?”

 

Back to the highlight reel, now showing Mark picking up the world title at Ground Zero, and the voice of the spunkiest, newest addition to the WF, Erek Taylor!

 

“Down in the SJL, I've always loved watching Grand Slam in action, fighting big monsters and creepy cult people. It's an honor to have known him, and a bigger honor that I don't have to face him--spare my self esteem. I never really talked much to Grand Slam, but as a tribute to him,” says Erek, as we cut to him standing in the black room, “I would like to do an impersonation..... Give me my bat.....Gus, take a step this way, will you?”  Erek takes a bat from off-screen and winds up as the camera shuffles towards him…and takes a big fall backwards as Erek nails Gus in the crotch!

 

“Heh.  That was cool.”

 

““Well, Stevens,” says LDP, as we cut to a later shot with the camera back up and Gus squealing a little less, “I didn't know you very well, but we did team up that one time against Eddie Mac & Thoth, and from what I've seen, I've gotta say that you're definitely one of the greatest champions that's ever come into this bid'ness.”  We cut to a shot of that strange little tag match, and then back to Pete.  “And that's high praise coming from the Longdoggah.  Oh yeah, and before I forget, thanks for letting me borrow that baseball bat back at my title defense against The Prophet.  It definitely did the trick!  Good luck, man!”

 

And again we cut back to Sarah, this time in extreme close-up, planting a smooch on the camera!  “Oh yeah, one more thing!  BEST!  TAG PARTNER!  EVER!”  As she zips out of frame, her departure reveals El Luchador Magnifico sitting on the stool behind her, bottle of Corona by his side, arguing with someone off-stage!

 

“No see, I can speak English because-what was that? Camera?”  Mag slowly turns to face the camera… “Ah!”  He clears his throat, as we cut to a shot of the two once-enemies shaking hands after the Clusterfuck.  “Mark Stevens was truly one of the greats in this company. When you think of legends, of people who made their mark on the SWF for years to come, you think of Grand Slam. Not only was he a terrific competitor and one of the most decorated wrestlers in SWF history, he was always a good guy, a great friend, and above all, a wonderful teammate.”  We zip back to the black room, where Mag reaches down and picks up his half-empty Corona.  He tips the bottle to the screen, and emotes.

 

“This one's for you, Mark Stevens. Thanks for the memories, mi amigo.”  As Magnifico guzzles, we cut to a shot of the surly Chicagoan, Munich, slouched over the stool.

 

“Well, Grand Slam was kinda like one of those old guys who just hangs out at a certain spot, yet never puts himself into the limelight.  Despite not always being in the limelight, Stevens would seemingly bust his ass everytime out there to give the fans something to laugh and cheer about.  You have to admire commitment like that, whether it be in vain or not.  We'll miss him...but yeah, if given the chance I would've killed him and taken his wife.”  Munich chuckles a bit as ‘Love Rollercoaster’ keeps playing in the background, and then whispers to the camera.

 

“You’re gonna edit that last part, right?”  

 

We cut straightaway to a shot of Andrew Rickmen, the Insane Luchador, pacing around the same black room, taking moments to glance at the camera…

 

“Mark Stevens… gone? The legend from the WF, gone…well at least, he gets to stay with his wife. You dominated so many people, and I respect you for that… for the Plague fears few people, but you happened to be one of them. I even hit on your wife, Stevens… she said no to the Insane Luchador. She loves you… but that’s not the point.”  Insane Luchador pauses.

 

“The WF will have an empty spot without you.   Pull a Raynor and find a clause in the contract, Mark. Well, I bid you the best of luck, as I am personally relieved that when I come into the WF I won’t have to go through you.” IL snickers and shoves the camera away, and we cut to a shot of the Carnies laughing in the SWF tech booth, cackling as the Clan gyrates to “Everybody Dance Now” below, and the deep voice of a Boston native layers over it.

 

“Mark, our stables had their differences. The Clan and the Carnival never got along. But even through the wars, I knew that when you went to work, I was watching the best the SWF had to offer.”  We cut to the Boston Strangler, sitting on the stool, looking at his feet.  “As a rookie in the league, you were the epitome of what I could have hoped to have been.”  Strangler looks up: “A hard-working, classy, loyal man who went in, whooped ass, and did it all with an aura like no one else in this league. You showed dozens of people in this league, and all the others involved, what it was like to be a champion. If I can ever get back into the business, and climb to the top, if they compared me to Grand Slam Mark Stevens, I could leave a happy man. Despite the fact that we never got to fight, I'm hoping that someday, long down the road, our paths will cross, and I can prove to myself that I could be as good as you.”  We cut to a shot of Stevens giving Fallout a Walk-Off, and Strangler’s voice continues.  “Good luck down whatever path you choose to follow, and from one fellow baseball fan to another…”  And we’re back at Strangler’s grinning mug:  “Yankees suck.”

 

As “Love Rollercoaster” starts to wear down, we now shift to highlights mainly from Grand Slam’s recent career: his tag title reign with Edwin MacPhisto, his many battles with the Clan…and the voice of someone who might be a little surprising to see on here.

 

“A lot of people go through life never experiencing anything,” says the Clansman Thoth, as we watch footage of he and Stevens brawling in an assortment of tag matches.  “Never having to worry.   These people lead meaningless lives, and die pointless deaths, having never accomplished anything.”  Thoth pauses.  “But you're different.”  Now we see Thoth sitting in the black room, on the stool, staring intently into the camera.  “You knew how to fight.  I saw it in your eyes, even when we did battle, us in the Clan, you in the Carnival.  Even through your machinations, which I will never understand, I saw a warrior's heart.”  Thoth shifts a little, looking a bit uneasy.  “There's not too many like you, Mark.  Not many left at all.  And it's a damn shame to see you go like this.  Before you were ready.  If it means anything, I swear I will take up vengeance for you in your name.  Those that did this to you will be punished.  And maybe someday, you can come back.”  Thoth shifts one more time, and now we cut to shots of Mark with his wife Lynn, his young son, and Thoth finishes speaking.  “I don't understand what it means to have a family, or love, but apparently you do.  And you seem content with these things.”  We go back to Thoth, one more time.  “I wish you the best in your endeavors.”

 

“Love Rollercoaster” is almost entirely spent, and now the highly emotional package comes to another big match: the brutal match between Mark Stevens and the Hville Thugg, where Thugg claimed the World Title back from Grand Slam.  Suddenly, as we watch the lock-ups and power moves in slow-motion, we hear a deep voice, a voice even more surprising than Thoth’s.

 

“Mark Stevens…a real fighter, you hear?  Yo, I gotta tell you…I’m big.  I’m bad.  I’m the world champ.  But I,” says the Hville Thugg himself, as we cut to a picture of HVT in the black room, dwarfing the stool, “I ain’t fought NOBODY who bring more game to the table than Mark Stevens.  Stevens, we never saw eye to eye for sure, but no doubt, you one of the legends.  You got somethin’ that a lot a people don’t got: guts.  Power.  Life.  You’re gone, dogg, and I can’t say I’m sorry…but I can say good luck.  Keep it, bro.”  As the surprising testament from the HVille Thugg closes, so does “Love Rollercoaster,” fading away into silence.  We fade away from the black room and to slowed-down shots of Grand Slam’s finest moments, the roars of the crowd and the announcers providing background sound enough.

 

“Mark Stevens had done it!  He’s won the IGNWF World Heavyweight Championship-”

 

“—for the second time, Mark Stevens is a two-time ICTV champ-”

 

“—two-time World champ--”

 

“—European champion!”

 

“—tag champion!”

 

“—two-time tag champion!”

 

“—three-time tag champion!”

 

“—stables champion!”

 

“Best tag partner--”

 

“--best in the bid’ness--”

 

“--God-speed, Mark--”

 

“—all in your name, Mark--”

 

“—mi amigo--”

 

“—big guy--”

 

“—THE man--”

 

“—I hope--”

 

“—I’ve known--”

 

“—come back--”

 

“—an honor--”

 

“—a friend--”

 

“—one love--”

 

“—an inspiration--”

 

“—a legend--”

 

As the testimonials of Mark’s colleagues run together, overlapping, praising, remembering, admiring, they transform into a wall of overwhelming white sound…and then, silence.

 

Chris Raynor sits on a stool in front of the camera. The look on his face is casual, with a half-grin from reliving a good memory past... he looks almost as if it hasn't quite sunk in yet...

 

“Mark was always the professional of the group- what I... what I mean is... well, to borrow and butcher a phrase... If Edwin was the mouth, Spark was the hand, and King was the heart, Mark Stevens was the brains of the Carnival. I remember... gosh, I can't count how many matches he helped me prepare for.”

 

He pauses for a moment, looking off camera...

 

“… and, for a friend he-... a friend in and out of the ring, he was... you really couldn't ask for a better guy... well, you've all seen the matches, I don't think I need to go into detail on that, but... out of the ring, he was... he could do it all... he has a wife and kid, a career that high-stress can't even begin to describe, but he... somehow, with all those priorities in order, he always had time to be a friend, a tutor, a drinking buddy, a poker player...” He smiles to himself and adds “a golf-cart repairman...”

 

Chris then stops and looks down, his face slowly becoming less cheery.

 

“I, uh... Well, to put it simply... If I was in a tight spot... with a guy backstage, or something else... one of the first things I thought was ‘How would Mark... What would he tell me to do?’ ... I don't know if I always did the right thing, but...”

 

Again he stops, and there's a long uncomfortable pause as he gathers his thoughts. His eyes deliberately avoid the camera for a while... finally he picks himself up and stares right into the lens.

 

“If you find someone like Mark Stevens... if you find a guy who can be as good a friend as him... who'll teach you, help you, motivate you... if you come to be friends with someone like him…”

 

The camera makes one final cut, to the Carnival carrying Stevens up the ramp at Defiance, out of an IGN or SWF arena for the last time, time frozen, slowed down, a career crystallized into one fading second…

 

“…that alone makes you one of the luckiest people alive.”

 

Goodbye, Mark.  We’ll miss you.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

El Luchadore Magnifico © vs. Erek Taylor

- Chris Raynor and El Luchadore Magnifico won the tag titles in a triple threat match on Sunday, but the team of Munich and Erek Taylor came very close to winning the straps as well.  This Friday Taylor wrestles Magnifico for the other title he holds.

 

2-PIN TAG TEAM MATCH

Hville Thugg & Sacred vs. Thoth & Lady Red

- The Clan interfered in a couple of da Pound’s matches last night and the bad blood between the two stables is far from over.  This match was originally going to be da Pound vs. Fallout and Lady Red, but Thoth included himself in the bout to get at Sacred and provide Lady Red with his special brand of “encouragement” in hopes that she’ll finally win a match!

Match Description – DQ and count-out rules are in effect.  In order to win the match one team must pin both of their opponents.  Once someone is pinned they can no longer tag into the match.

 

SINGLES MATCH

Munich vs. Chris Raynor

- Munich has followed Erek Taylor’s lead and challenged Chris Raynor to a match on Storm!

 

HARDCORE TITLE MATCH

Stryke © vs. Longdogger Pete

- On Defiance, the rookie Stryke managed to score the upset, beat Longdogger Pete and become the hardcore champ.  Pete will try to win back his belt this Friday…

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

 

CHAIN MATCH

Fallout vs. Perfect Bo

- On Sunday Perfect Bo shocked the fans by turning on the Hville Thugg after he had managed to defeat Fallout for the title.  Of course the only reason Thugg managed to retain the belt was through interference from Bo (which made his betrayal even more surprising).  Fallout gets his chance for revenge on Storm!

Match Description – DQ and count-out rules are in effect.  Fallout and Bo will have their wrists fastened together with an approximately 10 foot long chain.  The chain is the only foreign object, which can be used in the match and can be used in any way the two men in the match see fit.  The winner is the first to gain a pinfall, submission or knockout within the ring.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

A black screen fades in, giving a vivid picture of the now somber atmosphere inside the Pepsi Arena.  Everyone is nearly silent after having witnessed the tribute to Grand Slam Mark Stevens, but they all jump to their feet screaming when they suddenly hear the opening strains of “Battleflag” by the Lo-Fidelity All-Stars!  The lights drop out, and the crowd is on their way out of their seats!

 

(Curry) – Welcome back folks, and after watching that tribute to Mark Stevens, it looks like we’re gonna be joined by his good friend, Edwin MacPhisto.

 

(NTD) – Hey…why are these fans cheering for him?  He’s the one that ended Mark Stevens’s career.  He should be the most hated man in the business right now.

 

(Curry) – Oh please!  Stubby forced him to retire Stevens…Edwin just did what he had to do to survive.

 

The pendulous spotlights sway back and forth as the human beat box drops in, and the voice of Edwin MacPhisto floats up and out through the PA system!

 

(Edwin) – We’re rolling down into the paradise city tonight, my friends!  Tonight is a night for fun, for joy, for celebration, for hailing a legend, for legending a map so you can find your ways home, and for giving you a little bit of what I love the most.  Is it flash?  Is it panache?  It’s all of these things, for as you well know, any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most…it’s you, you, it’s all of you, and tonight, you’ve got the honor of seeing the finest bloody show in all the land – tonight, this is MacPhisto’s show!  Hallelujah, praise be to Allah Buddha Vishnu Jesus Mormons Pat Benatar Lois Lane Strom Thurmond and Jimmy Walker!  It’s a party tonight!

 

As Edwin’s speech winds down, the blue spotlights whirl out and back towards the ramp, and as he finishes speaking a ripple of feedback echoes through the Pepsi Arena and the two lights collide, exploding forth a wall of surging purple strobe lights as the vocals of “Battleflag” drop in!

 

“I said hallelujah!”

 

BOOM!  A streak of sparkling gold pyro blazes upwards!

 

“To the sixteen loyal fans!”

 

BOOM!  Another streak rockets vertical on the other side of the ramp!

 

“So get down on your mothafuckin’ knees-”

 

BOOM!  The two fire together!

 

“—cause it’s time for your sickness again!”

 

BOOM!  With one more explosive flare of the pyro, the best entrance in the business gets a little bit better, and the red and gold disco lights tear through the arena as Edwin breaks through the curtain to an abundance of cheers and pops from the Albany crowd!  The Mac Daddy poses at the top of the ramp as the last shower of golden sparkle descends behind him, the SWFTron above showing highlights of the Crown Prince of Flash and Panache in action.  The Brit flexes comically at the top of the ramp and then bolts down towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans and spinning wildly, his red vinyl trenchcoat flapping behind him as he makes his way down the ramp.

 

(NTD) – Well, he seems in high spirits for a guy who just had to battle for his career.

 

(Curry) – Well, this is Edwin we’re talking about here.  He’s not one for being depressed, but you can bet your sweet ass he’s not going to take it lying down.

 

(NTD) – Did you just mention my sweet ass and lying down in the same sentence?

 

(Curry) – Yes I…shut up!

 

While NTD snickers at his, somewhat, inappropriate remark, Edwin dives into the ring, rights himself, and begins to pace, circling the ring and producing a microphone from the inner lining of his coat.

 

(NTD) – Dammit…we’ve got to get better at frisking him before he comes out here.  I never want to hear him talk again!

 

(Curry) – Judging by the wide grin on Edwin’s face, NTD, it looks like you’re in luck tonight!

 

Curry snickers and NTD groans, and Edwin brings the microphone to his lips.  He has to wait for the crowd to settle down, their roars as they remember the epic retirement match filling the entire arena.  Finally, after about 15 seconds of ovation, the Mac Daddy gets a word in.

 

(Edwin) – Well, I’m going to make this brief—

 

The crowd lets out a big “Awwwwwwww.”

 

(Edwin) – No no, I just mean to the point!  Try as you might, you’re never going to shot me up!

 

And now the crowd lets out a satisfied cheer!

 

(Edwin) – That’s what I’m out here to say, my lovelies, really, in so many words.  On Sunday night at Defiance, you saw one of the biggest matches in IGN or SWF history, the retirement match between myself…

 

Edwin’s grin fades a little…

 

(Edwin) - ….and Mark Stevens.

 

And, fresh off the tribute package, the crowd explodes in a roar of recognition for the departed Heavy Hitter!  Edwin pipes up again, obviously enthused!

 

(Edwin) – Well, phew.  That’s all I can say.  I thank god you’re not too mad at little old me.  I didn’t want to have to do that to Mark.  He didn’t want to do it to me.  But in the end, we both knew that at least one of us had to make it.  With that bloody ridiculous bastard King in the ring, we had to fight hard, and fight we did!  You know why, adoring public?  Come on, guess!

 

Shouts of “Panda preservation!” and “Interior decorating!” and “Endorsement deals!” come clattering out of the crowd, but Edwin quiets the crowd with the right answer.

 

(Edwin) – Close, but no cigarillo, as they say in noble Madrid.  The reason is plain, and the reason is simple: one of us needed to stick around, to deal with…Da Pound…

 

A big wave of boos, the first of the night…

 

(Edwin) - …and Stubby P. McWeed!

 

(Curry) – Whoa ho ho!  It looks like Stubby’s predilections are coming true!  Edwin MacPhisto, leader of the Midnight Carnival, seems to be calling out the Commissioner!

 

(NTD) – Good!  I hope Stubby fires his ass just like he did Stevens!

 

(Edwin) – So that’s it—you’ve wrung the truth from me, torn it from my breast!  It’s you, Stubby!  It’s you I want to see tonight!  It’s you…whose arse I want to kickify straight to burning blazing Hell!  Do you understand that?  Do you hear me back there?  I know you can; you’re always listening.  You can’t keep your ears off the Mac Daddy, hard as you may struggle!  So listen up, and listen now, Stubby – your control ends here.  You retired Mark Stevens: you got rid of one Carnie…

 

Edwin pauses, licking his lips and grinning wildly…

 

(Edwin) - …but you’ve still got one left.

 

The crowd bursts into another cheer, but Edwin starts speaking ASAP!

 

(Edwin) – So come on, Commiiiiissioner!  If you’re so big, if you’re so bad, let’s see you bring it out here, be man enough to stand up to a fight and get ready…for the Mac Daddy is about to layest his vengeance upon thee!

 

“Lights out…guerilla radio!  Turn that shit up!”

 

(Curry) – And speak of the devil himself!

 

(NTD) – Just remember, the devil’s your boss…so show some respect.

 

“Lights out…guerilla radio! Turn that shit up!”

 

The entire arena erupts into boos when “Guerilla Radio” by Rage Against the Machine hits the speakers, for they know that can only bring one man.  Stubby immediately steps out onto the stage, wasting no time in his rebuttal, but causing the boos to intensify as he looks around at all the angry faces.  Just as quickly, an “asshole” chant fills the arena, and Stubby just looks on in disgust.

 

(Curry) – And would you just listen to the reaction of this Albany crowd for the commissioner?!?

 

(NTD) – Oh hell…these people are just spoiled, rich, upstate New Yorkers…they don’t have respect for nothing but themselves.

 

(Stubby) – Ok…that’s enough!

 

The commissioner shouts frantically into his microphone, but Stubby’s outburst only incites more heat as the raucous crowd leaps to its collective feet and screams at the top of it’s collective lungs: “ASSHOLE!  ASSHOLE!  ASSHOLE!”  The cameras pan around a bewildered Stubby, revealing fans of all ages joining up the chorus…

 

(Curry) – Boy, they’re ruthless!

 

(NTD) – Damn you people!  Show some respect for greatness!!  Don’t you know who this man is?

 

(Curry) – Sure they do.  He’s the man who forced Edwin MacPhisto to retire his teammate and friend, Mark Stevens.

 

Stubby’s starting to fume, already set ablaze by Edwin’s challenge and now only getting worse!

 

(Stubby) – I said, that’s enough!

 

In the ring, the Mac Daddy is eating it up!

 

(Edwin) – Gee Stubby, your angry tirades, cute as they may be, seem to be…what’s that…oh, I’ve got it: totally bloody ineffective!  Your phasers are set merely to stun, I Stubbicus, but mine?  They’re ready to kill!  Here, let me help you out…I’ll quiet them down!  ASSHOLE…ASSHOLE!  Oops!  Did I say ‘quiet down’?  I meant ‘wholeheartedly support!’

 

(Stubby) – That’s right Edwin, egg them on…Goddammit, I said cut it out!!

 

Edwin’s really into it now, sing-songing “asshole” and spelling it out like the Mickey Mouse Club theme!

 

(Edwin) – Come on guys…let’s sing it!  A-S-S…S?  For Stubby!…H-O…O?  Oh my!…L-E…E?  Why, that stands for “It’s the Edwin of the world as we know it, and I feel fine!”  A-S-S…H-O…L-E!

 

The fans join in with the crowned prince, but Stubby ignores them and simply speaks over them, his voice scratchy as he stands tall at the top of the ramp.

 

(Stubby) – I’m sick of this shit, Edwin.  I’m not gonna go through this with you!  I’m sick and tired of this Carnie bullshit, so I’m hear to tell you that I’m not gonna put up with it anymore!

 

(Edwin) – Aww…you sayin’ that you’re not having any fun??  That hurts my feelings Stubby.

 

Shuffling his feet and faux-slouching like a fat little boy who’s just lost his lollipop to a raging 8-year old, Edwin adopts the goofiest frowny face ever and stares Stubby down!

 

(Stubby) – Shut up!  Look Edwin…Stevens thought he could play the prankster to get what he wanted, but look what happened to him.  Didn’t he…oh, wait…you were there, right?

 

A huge swell of heat falls on the Commissioner as he scowls, but Edwin plays it off, mumbling into the mic.

 

(Edwin) – Actually, I was busy jollyifying your wife…

 

(Stubby) – What?!?!

 

(Edwin) – I said, the possibilities were very…rife!

 

(Stubby) – You little—

 

(Edwin) – In fact, it was the best night of my…life!  You could even say I--

 

(Stubby) – God damnit!  Shut your mouth!  Edwin, let me make something perfectly clear.  I’m not putting up with this bullshit anymore.  You start that shit up, and I’ll fire your ass just like I did Stevens, you got that?  And I ain’t talking about some stupid match for your career…no, no, no…I’m saying that I’ll fire your ass on the spot.

 

Edwin steps forward and leans on the ropes, casually bending over them as if chatting about little ol’ nothing with the commish.

 

(Edwin) – That’s all fine and dandy, Stubbs, but you can rest assured that my employment with the SWF will not have one bit of effect on me exacting my own little brand of revenge on you.  No siree…

 

Edwin begins to step between the ropes on the ramp side and the fans rise up from their seats and begin to cheer with excitement.  The Mac Daddy keeps grinning, but takes on a slightly more serious tone…

 

(Edwin) – You better believe that I will have vengeance for what you did.  Mark Stevens’s retirement will not be in vain.  You can fire me if you want to, but…

 

He licks his lips…

 

(Edwin) - …do you really think that’s gonna stop me?

 

(Curry) – Some intensity from Edwin tonight!  He went through hell Sunday night, and he’s fresh out of there with a ragin’ pitchfork with Stubby’s name on it!

 

(NTD) – Your metaphors suck!

 

(Curry) – They’re eloquent, you tool!

 

Edwin is now on the apron, but as he begins to walk down the ring steps, Stubby halts him with a raised hand and a confident voice…

 

(Stubby) – You know Edwin…I see your point.  I suppose I should keep you around…you know, close by…where I can see you.  But let me ask you this…If the threat of being fired doesn’t scare you, then, well…how ‘bout this guy?

 

Everyone in the entire arena whips their heads to the stage to see who Stubby brings out…and they all immediately begin to bombard the stage with heat when the SWF Champion, Hville Thugg, steps through the curtain!

 

(Curry) – Oh shit!  Things are about to pick up!

 

(NTD) – Run Edwin, run for your life!

 

HVT, having entered to no music, hands his belt off to Stubby and starts purposefully down the ramp.  Edwin, scowling, realizing that he’s been one-upped steps back into the ring and backs near the far ropes as HVT approaches the base of the ramp, starting a slow trudge down, huge legs clearing yards with each stride.

 

(Edwin) – You know Stubby…you just retired my best friend!  What the bloody hell do you expect me to do…go on like nothing happened?

 

(Stubby) – I expect you to leave me the hell alone!  Go back to Magnifico, have a shot of tequila, and shut the fuck up!

 

The conversation halts HVT’s progress at the ramp base as he looks on, feeling his intimidation tactic has succeeded, but even on the run, Edwin won’t give up!

 

(Edwin) – Hmmmm…no can do, senor!  Thugg or no Thugg, manatee or no manatee, I will have my vengeance, and hell, if I have to go through this big tub of 40’s on feet, then so be it!

 

The fans explode at the suggestion of Edwin taking out HVT, but start to boo again when HVT advances toward the ring, obviously not too intimidated by Edwin’s threats.  HVT climbs up the apron and steps over the top rope, forcing Edwin to back up and look for a way out, when…

 

…”Keep It Thoro” by Prodigy hits the speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy!  Stubby whips his head around and in the ring HVT follows suit, as Edwin sighs with slight relief!

 

(Curry) – Wait a second!!  It’s Bo!!  Bo’s here!!

 

(NTD) – Well, goody!  As if we needed more dumb New Yorkers in the building!

 

Bo steps from behind the curtain to a solid blast of cheers, but Stubby immediately gets in his path to tell him to head backstage…but Bo ignores Stubby, and, in fact, shoves the commissioner to the ground with one hand while he simultaneously pulls a microphone out of his pocket.

 

(Bo) – Yo, yo, yo!  Hold the fuck up son!!  Dat nigga’s mine!!  That walking piece of shit right there is mine!

 

(Curry) – Oh hell yeah!  Bo’s here to get his revenge on the Hville Thugg!!

 

(NTD) – Didn’t he already do that?

 

(Curry) – No, that was just the beginning, remember?

 

(Bo) – Sorry Edwin, I ain’t got no beef with you, but that fucker’s mine…word!

 

The crowd roars as Bo starts to saunter down the ramp, determination on his face as a “BO, BO, BO” chant starts up all around him.

 

(Curry) – If Thugg’s not careful, he’s gonna find himself in a devastation sandwich in about 20 seconds!

 

(NTD) – What did I say about your metaphors sucking???  Weren’t you listening?

 

Bo continues his stride and Edwin stands in the ring, shadowboxing at Thugg, taunting him, when Stubby pulls himself back on the ramp and starts shouting into his own mic!

 

(Stubby) – Goddammit Bo!  Mind your own damn business!  Take your tired ghetto BUTT backstage, and Da Pound will take care of your Benedict Arnold ass later!

 

The Perfect One wheels on his heel and shouts back towards the Commish!

 

(Bo) – Fuck off Stubby!  This is between me and Thugg, and I’m gonna get my revenge on this son of a bitch one way or another!  He ain’t gettin’ out of this little bullshit trick of his no matter what!

 

In the ring, Edwin tries to calm the situation…or does he?

 

(Edwin) – You know, Bo…I don’t think you need to worry about Stubby right now, right?  I’ll have my chance to tear him apart Amsterdam-stylee, but for now, we have a more immediate problem.  A big, angry, incompetent problem!  But, in my infinite wisdom, I think I have devised a solution to our little problem, eh?  He’s a tall guy, right?  7’ 2” and all?

 

(Bo) – Fuck yeah, but his head may as well be up his ass…

 

Bo keeps walking down the ramp, closing the distance between him and Thugg as he talks to Edwin…

 

(Edwin) – And he’s a big fella, at about 450 pounds, right?

 

(Bo) – The bigger they are, the harder they fuckin’ fall…

 

The crowd is on their feet roaring now as Thugg starts to look over his shoulder…

 

(Edwin) – Sooooooooo…7’2”…450 pounds…hell on earth, he’s frickin’ huuuuuge!  So really, Bo…how about… we share the bastard!

 

With that, the crowd explodes, and a ripple of feedback echoes through the arena as Edwin throws down his mic and leaps straight for the Thugg with a big haymaker!  The shot catches Thugg off-guard but doesn’t faze him, and he begins to stalk towards Edwin…but Bo dives into the ring from behind and clubs him over the bag of the head!

 

(Curry) – Oh yeah!  Bo an Edwin are taking it to the Champ!!  They’re laying into the Hville Thugg!!

 

(NTD) – Oh dear…it looks like another set of bodies for the morgue to pick up.

 

Both Bo and Edwin begin to lay into the SWF Champion with hard punches, sending him back and forth between the two of them like a big black Pong ball, and then punch him together, against the left side ropes, sending the fans into a fit of cheers…

 

…that goes totally funky-monkey as Edwin and Bo take a few steps back, and then clothesline HVT over the top rope to the outside!  HVT lands on his feet, barely, but stumbles back against the crowd barrier.  Before either Edwin or Bo man can exit the ring to continue their assault, HVT starts quickly over to the ramp, staggering, dazed at the audacity of his opponents.  The World Heavyweight Champion backs up the ramp, pointing and screaming obscenities at his adversaries as he makes his way back towards a fuming Stubby, who joins in the slinging of awful names and insults.  “Battleflag” begins to play as the fans continue to cheer and, while Bo leans over the ropes and screams at HVT and Edwin laughs, HVT and Stubby scream hatred at them in the ring one more time!

 

(Curry) – What a start to his huge night!  Stubby’s not gonna take Edwin’s crap, but Edwin and Bo turn the tables, taking it to the Hville Thugg like holy demons from the pearly grappling gates!  They’ve sent both men a message, but did they get it?  Maybe we’ll see later tonight…

 

(NTD) – And maybe you’ll stop with the damn metaphors!  Ugh, what’s next…spine on the pine?

 

(Curry) – Hey…that’s kinda cool, actually…

 

(NTD) – Damn it…

 

As they rail on, Thugg and Stubby disappear behind the curtain…and we starwipe to commercial after a heated opening to SWF Storm!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

After the usual introducting pyros and fireworks, with all the flashy flash performances done, SWF Storm resumes its professional state. As soon as the cameras come back live, the audience in Albany erupt, rising to their feets in unison as they begin cheering and chanting for their favorite SWF superstars. A quick pan out of the Pepsi Arena and we view the many unusual signs in the federation: "ELM! The INS knows where you live!" "Erek and Stryke: GO BACK TO THE JL!". Before you know it, we go to Curry and NTD, sitting in their seats and ready for their unique style of commentary.

 

"(Curry) Welcome to SWF Storm! We're at the Pepsi Arena and we're just about to get things kicked into gear."

 

"(NTD) Pepsi tastes good. I just wonder why they sell Coke here at the Pepsi Arena."

 

"(Curry) Let's get you to Funyon for introductions!"

 

Funyon takes his mark at the center of the squared circle, standing tall with his microphone by his side as the opening piano rhythyms of "I Feel So" begins to air. The SWF fans, familiar with the song, join in unison as they lay down a long and loud ovation.

 

"'Cause I feel so mad,

I feel so angry,

feel so caliced,

so lost confused

'Cause I feel so cheap,

so used, unfaithful,

lets start over, let's start over."

 

As soon as the chorus ends, a missile like projectile swoops down from the sky, flying and crashing into the steel ramp, setting off a massive wave of pyrotechnics! The explosion lets loose a wave of smoke and mist, concealing the entire entrance ramp before the lights come on and the technician crew turns on their giant vacuums, sucking the smoke out of the way, revealing a crouched Erek Taylor!

 

"(Funyon) The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, the challenger, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at 195 pounds....... EREK!!! TAYLOR!!!!"

 

Taylor spins around mindlessly before breaking off into a run and sliding into the ring, quickly warming himself up against the great El Luchador Magnifico.

 

"(Curry) Erek Taylor almost had the Tag Titles in his long resume of titles."

 

"(NTD) But didn't. You see, the key word there was *almost*."

 

"UNO!"

 

BOOOOOOOOOM!! Erek dives for the ground, not expecting the turnbuckles to explode at that instant. Taylor rises to his feet, and takes cover at the center.

 

"DOS!"

 

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!

 

"TRES!"

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!

 

"CUATRO!"

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!! "Mission Trip to Mexico" continues after the pyros, as ELM pops out from behind the black curtains, drawing a loud ovation of cheers from the crowds. Magnifico waves his flag around before racing down the ramp and handing out high fives to the front row fans. ELM lays down the flag before sliding into the ring, just as his music stops. Matthew Kivell takes time to separate the two combatants, waiting for them to prepare themselves.

 

"(Funyon) And his opponent. From Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 190 pounds, he IS the SWF Light Heavyweight Champion..... EL LUCHADOOOOORRR MAGNIFICOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

 

ELM hands his strap to Kivell and begins tightening his pants, showing a sign of weakness to the young fighter on the other end. Erek wastes no time to capitalize, racing forward and drawing first bruises with a right across ELM's face!

 

***Ding ding ding!!!***

 

Erek delivers another right, forcing ELM to the turnbuckle before stepping to the side and lashing out, landing a backhand across ELM's chest.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!"

 

Taylor grabs hold of ELM's wrist before hurling him across the ring. The champion anticipates the manuever, countering the whip with a whip of his own. ELM quickly races in, but mistimes his attack, allowing Erek Taylor to run up the turnbuckles before launching himself into the air! Taylor backflips over ELM before at the last second, performing a dropkick to the backside of ELM's head! ELM staggers forward, crashing into the buckles.

 

"(Curry) And this contest is underway. Both fast and speedy but let's see who'll gain the upper hand."

 

"(NTD) I will, because they both suck and I rule all."

 

Erek rises to his feet, spinning the LHW Champion around before lashing out with a hard chop, the crowds responding with the usual "OOOH!" ovation. Taylor grabs ELM by the wrist and with one mighty throw, hurls the Champion to the ropes. ELM rebounds and Taylor steps to the side, crosshatching his arm into ELM's arm. Taylor tries for an arm drag but ELM counters and lands on his two feet before trying for an arm drag himself. Taylor prevents that from happening, pulling the other way before lunging inwards and delivering a hard clothesline, flooring ELM to the canvas! Erek holds on to ELM's arm, dragging the Champion back up and attempting a second clothesline. ELM swiftly ducks under and puts his grip around Taylor's waist, immediately hoisting the young fighter into the air. ELM falls back and launches Taylor into the air with the german suplex, but Taylor kicks out of it in midair and performs a backflip to land on his feet successfully, drawing plenty of cheers from the crowds.

 

"(Curry) Whoa! Erek Taylor giving Magnifico a run for his money! A series of acrobatics by both the challenger and the Champion!"

 

"(NTD) You call that acrobatics? You must be blind Curry. They were only jumping an inch off the ground and you're getting all excited."

 

"(Curry) If I'm blind, it's only because I laid eyes on you."

 

ELM presses against the canvas before performing a martial arts flip, popping back up to his feet. ELM spins around and immediately goes on the defense as Erek swings a hard right, and connects! Taylor pummels ELM back with another pair of punches before leaping into the air and performing a dropkick that forces ELM to the ropes. Taylor rises back up to his feet and lunges forward, bringing his entire right arm across. ELM ducks under the clothesline, spinning around and delivering a hard right across Erek's cheek! ELM grabs hold of Erek's wrist before hurling the challenger to the ropes. On the rebound, Taylor immediately tries for the retaliation clothesline but ELM drops down, sticking his foot out and tripping Erek Taylor into the air! Erek uses his hands and pushes off the canvas to flip back up to his feet before the momentum carries him towards the ropes once more!

 

"(NTD) Um, yeah."

 

"(Curry) You sound shocked. Are you going to say that you could do that as well?"

 

"(NTD) I could.... if I wanted."

 

Taylor rebounds, catching the LHW Champion by surprise. The challenger races forward, grabbing ELM by the neck, dragging him into the air before planting him into the canvas with a one hand bulldog! Taylor lands on his knees, giving him the leverage needed to easily trap the Champion with a sleeper! Matthew Kivell, the official, scrambles down, asking ELM if he wants to submit but the LHW Champion doesn't expect this to be a downfall, and stubbornly refuses. ELM begins struggling out of the hold, but Erek Taylor increases the pressure and stops the mutiny successfully.

 

"(Curry) Sleeper hold applied by Erek Taylor, who is not bad with submission manuevers."

 

"(NTD) Not bad? That means he sucks like the others but then he doesn't suck the most. Not bad.... pfft!!"

 

ELM begins shooting unaimed elbows to the back, fortunately landing a few into the stomach of Erek Taylor, forcing the challenger to loosen his grip. It's just enough as ELM slithers under Taylor's arm and rises to his feet, one hand checking his throat and tending to it while the other raised up for defensive manuevers. Erek moves in and swings a hard right, but ELM blocks it and uses his foot to kick Taylor towards the center of the ring. ELM races in, diving under Taylor's arms and tackling the young flyer to the ground with a spear! Unfortunately, the move dazes both the attacker and the victim.

 

"(Curry) El Luchador Magnifico with the spear!"

 

"(NTD) If Ray Lewis was here, he'd show you a real spear."

 

"(Curry) But Ray Lewis is at home, mourning his playoff loss."

 

"(NTD) That's because he sucks."

 

ELM rises to his feet, grabbing Erek Taylor by the hair before bringing him up as well. ELM thrusts his fist forward, connecting it with Taylor's nose and staggering the young flyer back a few steps. ELM moves in with another pair of punches, pummeling Taylor to the buckles. Cornered, Taylor can do nothing but take the fury of the kicks delivered by El Luchador Magnifico. Taylor crosses his arms, trying to block the kicks but it's no use, ELM's kicks are too fast to try to catch. Taylor does the next best thing, coordinating his eyes with ELM's legs until he can duck them one by one. ELM, seeing that his assault is not working anymore, switches boundaries and leaps into the air, performing a spinning heel kick. Taylor catches this one and holds on, spinning under ELM's grasps and flooring the LHW Champion to the ground with a dragon screw leg whip! Taylor rises to his feet and places ELM's legs into a "V" formation, crossing it up before spinning around and applying the Sharpshooter!

 

"(Curry) Sharpshooter applied. Erek not going for the Execution Leg Hold but this is just as bad."

 

"(NTD) How is it 'just as bad'?"

 

"(Curry) It hurts as bad, that's how."

 

"(NTD) No it doesn't."

 

Before Erek can fully lock in the Sharpshooter, ELM wiggles out of the hold, rolling over on his back and pressing his feet against Taylor's back before pushing forth, shoving the young fighter to the ropes. ELM pops back up to his feet, setting up as Taylor rebounds and leaps into the air, hooking his legs around ELM's head before planting it to the canvas with a headscissors takedown! Taylor crawls over and immediately goes for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THR- OOOH! ELM shoots his legs forward, breaking up the count. Erek goes down for another cover but ELM reaches up and rolls the young fighter up into a cradle!

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

THRE- OOOH! Erek kicks out of the cradle, making the crowds breathe a sigh of relief and also a sigh of disappointment.

 

"(Curry) Magnifico almost pulled a fast one there, which is what he's good at."

 

"(NTD) What? Sucking?"

 

"(Curry) No.... being fast."

 

"(NTD) Him? Fast? You're kidding, right?"

 

Both combatants rise to their feets and immediately begin exchanging rights. ELM catches on in the air, and gains the upper hand with a boot to the gut. Taylor staggers back as ELM moves in for another round, delivering a hard chop across Taylor's chest.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!"

 

ELM grabs Taylor by the wrist and hurls him across the ring, towards the ropes where everything is launched one way or another. Taylor rebounds, and just as he's done so much, takes to the air, bringing a high forearm that smashes ELM across the forehead! ELM crumbles to the ground, his head in utter amazement as he slowly staggers to his feet. Erek swiftly closes in and swings a hard right, and connecting it with ELM's face! Erek delivers another right, pummeling ELM towards the ropes. ELM gets knocked back, his back now pressed against the ropes. He tries to retaliate but before he can do anything, Erek dashes in and connects with a hard clothesline, sending ELM crashing to the outside!

 

"(Curry) Well, I'm really senseless here. Who's got the upper hand?!"

 

"(NTD) Who do you think? It's gotta be El Luchador Magnifico! Damn n00bs!"

 

Erek breaks off into a run, bouncing off the ropes, which propels the young flyer forward. Taylor leaps up, his feet planting themselves on the top rope before leaping into the air. Erek dives down, performing a somersault into the air before falling down towards ELM! ELM quickly rolls out of the way, allowing Taylor to land on nothing but mat!!

 

SMACK!!

 

The impact lets out a loud thud, sickening the fans as they shriek in horror. The shrieks quickly turn to deafening cheers as ELM begins to rise to his feet. The LHW Champion moves forward, holding Erek by the neck and bringing him up to his feet before rolling him back into the ring. ELM slithers in right after, crawling over Taylor and bringing his right leg over for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

THRE- OOOH!!!!

 

"(Curry) Another pin and another kickout."

 

"(NTD) C'mon Magnifico, you know you can do better. I know I shouldn't be saying this but.... yeah, I won't say it. YOU BOTH SUCK!"

 

ELM doesn't pause to let out his frustration, instead, brings Taylor up to his feet and shoves him over to the corner. ELM moves in and releases his anger, delivering stomp after stomp to the midsection of Erek Taylor. The seemingly infinite stomps begin breaking down Taylor's defense, forcing him to slowly fall down to the corner. ELM stops, only to perform a dropkick that nails Taylor in the face! ELM drags the dazed Taylor up to his feet and swings a hard right. It connects, and Taylor endlessly begins to stumble around the ring until he finally falls forward, the effects of the dropkick sinking in. ELM senses the moment, rolling Taylor over on his back before heading towards the buckle. ELM ascends the ropes, pointing to the sky to signal the Mexican Pride Press!

 

"(Curry) Awww, it's over already."

 

"(NTD) Yeah, too bad. NOT!"

 

ELM launches himself into the air, performing the shooting star before falling down at top speed! Erek wisely brings his knees up, and as ELM comes flying down, drives it into the LHW Champion's gut! ELM doubles over in pain, his arms quickly rushing to his midsection's aid. Both competitors lie inside the ring, pain rushing through their bodies. Erek slowly staggers to his feet, trying to capitalize on this situation as he brings ELM up to his feet and decks him with a hard right. Taylor delivers another right, a third, a fourth, a fifth before grabbing ELM by the wrist and hurling him to the ropes. ELM rebounds and Taylor trips him down with a scissors sweep before mounting himself on ELM's back and locking in the Single Crab. The pain seemingly provides a wakeup call for ELM, who at the first sign of feeling the pain, begins to lunge towards the ropes. Taylor tries everything he can to put ELM back in his place but the luchador is too experienced and reaches the ropes in no time. Kivell separates the two before letting the match resume.

 

"(Curry) Erek Taylor trying for another submission manuever."

 

"(NTD) Can't he figure out that he can't win? My god, these new guys are so dumb."

 

"(Curry) Well, I'll give credit where it's due. He shows alot of heart to compete against such odds."

 

ELM rises to his feet, the ropes serving as a balance bar for the luchador. Erek races forward, his arms already wailing in the air as he swings one at full force. ELM ducks under and swiftly drives a knee into Taylor's gut, doubling the High Flyin Prince over. ELM repeats the knee attack before pushing Taylor into an upright position and grabbing him by the wrist, and with one swift throw, hurls him across the ring. Taylor rebounds, the speed and agility of this young fighter still unstable, allowing ELM to step to the side and easily tossing the young fighter over the top rope. Taylor holds on, landing on the apron. ELM turns around, surprised that Taylor still stands, and immediately lunges forward. Erek ducks under and thrusts his shoulder through the ropes, doubling ELM over. Taylor quickly slingshots over the ropes and traps ELM with the sunset flip. But before Taylor can even think of a cover, ELM shifts his weight towards his legs, and pushes Taylor down, allowing ELM to mount himself on Taylor's chest with ease!

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

THRE- Erek shoots a shoulder up, his confidence dying by the second.

 

"(Curry) Another series of counters, with Magnifico gaining the upper hand this time."

 

"(NTD) This is getting boring."

 

ELM drags Taylor up to his feet, grabbing the young fighter by the wrist and hurling him to the corner. Taylor crashes into the buckles face first and staggers back from the impact. ELM kills no time as he breaks off into a run, circling his hands around Taylor's waist and pulls Taylor up for the german suplex..... or he tries to pull Taylor up. Taylor sticks his leg out, preventing ELM to do anything german to him. The LHW Champion searches for new possibilities but before he can do any harm, Erek runs forward, dragging the lighter ELM with him. Erek races up the turnbuckles before breaking free out of ELM's grip and launching himself off the top rope. Erek backflips over the LHW Champion before dropping down and performing a light dropkick to the backside of ELM's head.

 

"(Curry) Erek Taylor doing what he does best, looking flashy and even flashier!"

 

"(NTD) What the hell?! You can't do flashy."

 

ELM regains his balance, turning around and running towards the rising Erek Taylor. The LHW Champion angrily shoves Taylor back, setting the young fighter up for the Tornado DDT. Erek goes down like a bag of stones, and ELM hooks the leg for the cover.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

 

THRE- OOOH!!

 

ELM drags Taylor up to his feet, grabbing him by the wrist before hurling him towards the ropes. Taylor rebounds and ELM delivers a chop that sends Taylor reeling.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!"

 

Another chop. SMACK!

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!"

 

Another chop. SMACK!

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!"

 

ELM grabs Taylor by the wrist and hurls him towards the ropes. The usual rebound and ELM swings his arm into a clothesline. Taylor anticipates the manuever, grabbing hold of ELM's arm before using the LHW Champion's body as a springboard, leaping over Magnifico. Taylor circles his arm around ELM's head and pulls it down, setting up for the diving reverse DDT. ELM quickly leaps into the air, backflipping down Taylor's back and getting out of the position. ELM squares up, and as Taylor turns around....

 

......

 

WHAM! Floors the young wrestler with a superkick!

 

"(NTD) Welcome to the SWF, Erek Taylor! A real superkick!"

 

"(Curry) Ha, that's the funniest thing you've said..... ever."

 

"(NTD) I've said funnier, it's just that they were insults aiming at your fat momma."

 

"(Curry) YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

 

"(NTD) The truth hurts, doesn't it, Curry?"

 

Erek, dazed of all problems, pops up to his feet, not because he's strong, but because he's lost control to his legs and they're doing whatever they want. ELM shoves Taylor into the corner before moving in and delivering a barrage of body punches. The kooky luchador then hoists Taylor into the air, placing the Prince of High Flyin' on the top buckle. Once there, ELM climbs up, pointing to the air and signaling for a Super Hurricaranna! ELM leaps into the air, hooking his legs around Taylor's head and pulling the young fighter down as hard as he can! Taylor gets flung into the air, but manages to catch his balance and land on his two feet. ELM spots the opportunity immediately, leaping back up on the turnbuckle before launching towards the young fighter. Erek turns around..... WHAM! A dropkick to the face! The n00b begins stumbling around, much to the crowds' delight as ELM gets behind Taylor so that their backs are face to face.

 

"(Curry) Magnifico proving good to his word. He's the LHW Champion for a reason and you better know it!"

 

"(NTD) Great, you sound like LDP now. *sarcastic voice* I'm LDP, I'm a champion... WHOOPS! I just got hit more times than Paula Jones has! *end sarcastic voice*"

 

"(Curry) Ha ha ha...."

 

"(NTD) What are you laughing at? *sarcastic voice* Oh look, I'm Curry, I named myself that after I stuffed my face into a bowl of noodles because my girlfriend left me! OOOH! *end sarcastic voice* What a dork..."

 

ELM grabs Taylor's arms, holding it in a backslide setup formation. ELM races towards the turnbuckles, running up the three steps before leaping into the air. ELM falls down, headscissoring Taylor's head and preparing for the signature slam. But Taylor has other things in mind, falling to the canvas before ELM can even land! ELM's Baja California Crusher has been sabotaged, but no matter, Magnifico prepares another assault. ELM grabs Taylor by the hair and brings him up to his feet, but Taylor quickly retaliates, shooting fists towards ELM. ELM, unfortunately, gets knocked by a few of these punches, enough to lose his balance and stagger back. Erek seizes the opportunity, capitalizing and whipping ELM to the ropes. ELM rebounds, and Taylor squares up, grabbing the LHW Champion by the waist before hoisting him into the air and planting him down on the canvas with a diving spinebuster! Taylor holds on to ELM's legs, placing it into a "V" formation before crossing it up and spinning around, trapping Magnifico with the Sharpshooter hold. Taylor holds on to it with his left arm before flinging his right arm around Magnifico's neck, locking in the Sleeper Hold! EXECUTION!!

 

"(Curry) Execution Hold! Erek Taylor's favourite submission manuever in his arsenal."

 

"(NTD) What arsenal? It's just a guy!"

 

ELM battles back, moving his legs around to try to break Erek's grip. He succeeds, kicking out of the Sharpshooter. Once that has been completed, ELM crawls out of the Sleeper before popping up to his feet and swinging a hard right. Taylor catches ELM's fist in the air before countering with a punch of his own. Taylor grabs ELM by the wrist and hurls him to the ropes. On the rebound, Taylor bends down for the back body drop but ELM leaps into the air and slides down Taylor's back before running towards the opposite triplet of ropes. ELM rebounds, catching Taylor on the verge of turning with a clothesline! ELM doesn't stop, the momentum carrying him towards the ropes once more. Rebound, and ELM drops an elbow into Taylor's gut. The LHW Champion reaches forward and grabs Taylor's legs, bringing it upwards for a cover. Taylor kicks out instantaneously, immediately rising to his feet. The High Flyin' Prince staggers ELM back with a Yakuza kick before leaping into the airs, scissoring his legs around ELM's head and dragging it into the ground!

 

"(Curry) What's this?! Erek Taylor with another impressive aerial manuever."

 

"(NTD) He didn't even jump."

 

ELM staggers to his feet, showing signs of weakness as Erek grabs him by the wrist and hurls him across the ring into the turnbuckles, hard. ELM staggers forward, arching his back in pain as Taylor squares up. As ELM gets into striking distance, Taylor delivers a kick, doubling the LHW Champion over. Taylor steps forward, grabbing ELM by the head and wrenching his head until their backs are face to face! ELM has seen this before, studying Taylor's moves in the SJL files. ELM quickly struggles out, shoving Taylor to the ropes for the counter!

 

"(Curry) Fame and Fury!!"

 

"(NTD) -Has been avoided. HA!"

 

"(Curry) You jynx everything, don't you?! Magnifico dodges Taylor's finisher, but it doesn't seem to stop the adrenaline fueled Erek Taylor!"

 

"(NTD) Sure doesn't."

 

Taylor traps his hands around the ropes, not going any further into ELM's attacks. ELM races forward, hoping to catch Taylor on the run. ELM swings a hard right, but Taylor frees himself from the ropes and ducks under! ELM spins around.... a second too late and Taylor gets a hard boot into ELM's midsection! ELM doubles over, his stomach bubbling in pain as Taylor grabs ELM by the head and wrenches it as quickly as he can! Once their backs are face to face, Taylor grabs hold of ELM's head before dragging it into the air and crashing it into his shoulder! A sitout neckbreaker!! More widely known as the FAME AND FURY!!! The crowds gasp in shock as Taylor pushes ELM over on his back and covers the LHW Champion!!

 

 

 

ONE!!!

 

(ELM reaches into his gut and tries moving, but the effects of the Fame and Fury continue on, paralysis the main problem.)

 

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

 

(ELM tries again, tries moving his legs but his entire body is frozen, unable to move.)

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

 

***Ding ding ding!!!***

 

"(Funyon) The winner of this contest and *NEW* SWF LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..... EREK!! TAYLOR!!!!!"

 

"I Feel So" begins to play again, this time in victory!! Erek Taylor rolls off El Luchador Magnifico, panting heavily as he absorbs the energy and excitement.... of winning. The fans are shocked, nobody able to figure out what just happened.

 

"(Curry) Erek Taylor gets the stunning upset victory! Two attempts at the Fame and Fury, but he finally gets it in the second attempt."

 

"(NTD) If you're sick and tired of Curry's lame ass obvious commentary, please call the SWF and complain for a better play by play commentator, particularly the Suicide King."

 

"(Curry) The Suicide King will have your a** on a platter."

 

"(NTD) Anything's better than listening to you."

 

"(Curry) Yes, we knew you'd say that! Now shut up!"

 

"(NTD) Make me, b*tch! And don't get too excited. The n00b got lucky. It's like you when you score."

 

"(Curry) Oh I feel so mad...."

 

"(NTD) Well then, that makes two of us."

 

"(Curry) ARGH!"

 

Erek rises to his feet, as Kivell drapes the LHW Title belt on its new owner's shoulder. ELM slowly staggers up, using the ropes as balance. He turns, a snarl on his face. Or is it? The snarl seems to have to curls, making it a smile! Erek walks forward, extending his hand and speaking some inaudible words to show respect towards Magnifico. ELM smiles and takes Taylor's hand, shaking it before parting ways. Taylor stays in the ring, marveling at his stunning upset victory before the cameras fade to black.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

We’re backstage.  A few small round tables are set up, surrounded by folding chairs.  A long, rectangular table is set up close to where the camera is positioned.  There is a drink dispenser here, presumably filled with coffee.  There are also several Snapple bottles stacked up next to it.

 

*Curry:  There’s the dining area for the crew.

*NTD:  What are we doing back there?

 

The door at the side of the room opens.  Sacred walks through.  He makes his way to the table and grabs a cup.  He starts filling it with coffee.  After filling it, he reaches for a sugar packet, but he picks up one of the pink packets by mistake.  He looks at it.

 

*Sacred:  Cancer in a packet.

 

Sacred tosses it aside and reaches for another packet, grabbing the white one this time.  As he does this, someone walks through the open door.  Sacred apparently doesn’t notice him.  The person is wearing a black, hooded robe.

 

*NTD:  This doesn’t look good.

 

He looks in Sacred’s direction and removes the hood.  It’s Fallout.

 

*Curry:  That’s the man that Perfect Bo screwed out of the SWF World Title on Sunday night.

*NTD:  I don’t think Sacred will be able to finish that coffee.

 

Fallout very quietly grabs one of the nearby chairs and folds it up.  He starts walking toward Sacred.

 

*NTD:  Turn around, Sacred!

 

Just before he gets within striking distance, Fallout speaks.

 

*Fallout:  Is that regular or decaf?

 

Sacred speaks as he turns around.

 

*Sacred:  How the hell should I know?

 

WHAM!  Fallout nails Sacred in the head with the steel chair!  He goes down!  Fallout tosses the chair aside.  He helps Sacred up, and then launches him into the table with the Snapple!  Bottles fall onto the floor, sending broken glass everywhere.  Sacred remains on the table, apparently in considerable pain.

 

*Fallout:  Well, I guess it doesn’t matter.  I don’t drink coffee.

 

Fallout leaves, leaving Sacred lying on the table.

 

*Curry:  Fallout is in a fighting mood tonight!  And he just made Sacred of Da Pound his first victim!

*NTD:  What the hell is his problem?  Perfect Bo attacked The Clan and Da Pound on Sunday.  They should be on the same side.

*Curry:  Well, so much for that theory.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The Pepsi arena is alive with the roaring cheers from the Albany fans, as Storm has just begun, and there is so much more excitement to come tonight. Everything is soon plunged into darkness though, and the fans look around in confusion, as a haunting, baseless beat begins to play…

 

We can hear just Curry Man in the background as the fans start to jeer, brilliant white flashes illuminate them for a second, and then dissapear suddenly…

 

“And we’re back with more Storm for this evening, and who better to entertain the SWF fans than the Clan, making their way out to the ring now for this all important tag team matchup.”

 

NTD gives Curry thumbs up and a sleezy grin, “But more importantly… Lady Red! Don’t mind me Curry, I’ll just be ogling her for the entire match!”

 

“Sleezy bastard…” Curry Man mutters under his breath.

 

“Wait, what did you say?” NTD demands to know.

 

Curry quickly replies,  “I said, “Wow, you really are one upstanding person NTD, I love you so much’.”

 

NTD smiles, “About damn time you realised that! Now, bring on the blood and babes!”

 

Curry groans, “I’m gonna regret saying that…”

 

The bass begins to pick up a little, and a cold draft flows through the arena, as we hear…

 

“What’s wrong motherfucker, you we’re a man just a minute ago…”

 

And then BOOM! The bass drops, in sequence with the appearance of none of than the Balancer. Lady Red follows closely behind, decked out in her flowery red kimono, she is well received by the male fans in attendance, unsluding one NTD…

 

“There’s m’lady!” He yells out, receiving an elbow from Curry, “… Oh, and Thoth.”

 

Funyon has his turn in the spotlight as he yells out over the fans determined and rather loud roars, “The following match is a tag team match, and it is scheduled for TWO FALLS!”

 

The Clan ignores the fans that yell obsenities and insults their way, and instead focuses on the match at hand, as a thin mist hangs over them. Thoth angers as he hears the fans… “Fools…” He thinks in his mind. Lady Red keeps her head drooped as they reach the ring, both enter the ring, and take off their robe’s, preparing for battle…

 

Funyon continues, “Introducing first, at a combined weight of three hundred and seventy six pounds! Lady Red and Thoth… they are… THEEEEEEEEE CLAAAAAAAAAAN!”

 

NTD ponders, “I wonder what Thugg thought when he heard the Clan was in the SWF…”

 

Curry replies, “Let’s not go there!”

 

Both Clan members stand in the centre of the ring. Thoth brings his hand down on Red’s shoulder, rather forefully, and he glares at her. Red knows that failure is not an option tonight… As soon as the lights come back on, they soon go out, followed by the sounds of DMX…

 

“Just cause I love my niggas!”

 

The SmarkTron flashes the crimson letter “D”.

 

“I shed blood for my niggas!”

 

An image of JD executing JD’s revenge on Fallout appears on the massive screen, followed by a black screen that then flashes the crimson letter “P”

 

“Let a niggas holla, ‘Where my niggas?’”

 

An image of Sacred hitting the Cruel Fate on Mercury replaces the letters, but then the black screen returns followed by the flashing crimson letter “G”

 

“All I wanna hear is ‘right here my niggas!’”

 

An image of the Hville Thugg hitting the Untamed on Mark Stevens appears on the SWFTron, and then the black screen returns. The screen then flashes the letters “DPG” several times as an electronic wail starts off and DMX continues…

 

“You will not take this from me baby!”

 

“You will NOT TAKE THIS FROM ME BAAAAAAAABY!”

 

“You know…”

 

“BOOM!”

 

An explosion rocks the stage, as a tall wall of flames appears like a tidal wave, shadowing The Hville Thugg as he makes his way out, followed closely by his partner in crime, Sacred.

 

“My Niggas!”

“Some niggas that you don’t wanna try!”

“My Niggas!”

“Some niggas that’s really do or die!”

“My Niggas!”

“Will have you cowards ready to cry!”

“My Niggas!”

“Will rob!”

“My Niggas!”

“Will kill!”

“My Niggas!”

 

DMX’s “My Niggas” starts up, and The Hville Thugg and Sacred walk out onto the top of the stage, the flames behind them illiminate their bodies, but the crowd only begins to boo even louder…

 

“Both men carry the most important gold in this federation, but that also makes them marked men by the entire fed!” Curry yells.

 

NTD replies, “Something tells me Thoth and Sacred aren’t done with each other yet and that’s been shown, with Thoth entering in Fallout’s place in this match! And as for the Thuggster, he has Bo breathing down his neck, craving revenge! Tough times ahead…”

 

The Clan stare at their opponents as Funyon gets on the Mic once more, “And their opponents, at a combined weight of six hundred and eighty one pounds… The Intercontinental Television Champion, Sacred, and the WORLD Heavyweight champion, the Hville Thugg… Please welcome… DAAAAA POOOOOOOUUUNNNND!”

 

“Fans filled with hate’ll welcome them… Da Pound aren’t the nicest guys around you know…” Curry comments.

 

Thugg and Sacred slowly but surely make their way to the ring, pointing to their opponents in the ring. The Clan is cautious as both Da Pound members enter the ring, laying the titles down and approaching the evil Clanites. The intensity is fever pitch as a staredown ensures.

 

“Ding, Ding, Ding!” The ring bell sounds for the start of my match!

 

“Ooh I love that body suit Red wears,” NTD says, almost drooling on his monitor.

 

“I think we need Axis commentating up here…”

 

“No!” NTD pleads. “Who will be the shining light of this program? Who will make it fun then? Huh?”

 

“Alright then… maybe Mr Galatea will do…” Curry says with a sly grin.

 

“Nooooooooo!” NTD cries.

 

The referee decides that Lady Red and Sacred will start off, and Thugg and Thoth go to their respective corners. Sacred suddenly attacks Red, hitting her with his forearm on her jaw. Rd is taken back by the sudden onslaught and is forced back into a corner. Sacred, who is known for his kind treatment of women, holds back a little on Red, taking his time to stike and not with much force at all. Red takes advantage of Sacred’s shortcoming and kicks sacred in the ribs, knocking him backward. Lady Red jumps and dropkicks Sacred square on the mouth!

 

“That would knock a few teeth out…” Curry says.

 

“Lady Red could knock my teeth out any day of the week!” NTD exclaims proudly.

 

Curry is confused, “Umm NTD…”

 

“It’s not my fault I find getting teeth knocked rather erotic!”

 

Lady Red clambers over and hooks Sacred by the leg for a very early pin…

 

 

O – N – But Sacred kicks out with force. Red lifts Sacred to his feet, but Sacred gets off a quick elbow to Red’s midsection. Sacred hits one more before running to the ropes and bouncing off towards Lady Red. The Australian leaps sideways catching Red in the face with a Harlem SideKick! Thugg grins and nods as Sacred slaps his hand, but before he and get his giant hands on Red, she manages to leap to her corner and tag Thoth in!

 

Curry says, “Lady Red’s lucky there! I’d hate to see what Thugg would do to her slender frame.”

 

“Slender… sleek… skin so soft…,” NTD says, salivating at the thought.

 

Thoth steps through the ropes and goes right after Thugg, throwing wild punches at the World champion, but Thugg shakes them off and clenches his fists, scoring with some hard right hands. Thugg grabs Thoth and literally throws him across the ring. As Thoth comes back, Thugg ducks his huge frame and then lifts Thoth into the air, hitting a back body drop! Thoth falls to the canvas and immediately cries out in pain, but Thugg doesn’t give him any time to rest…

 

“What elevation! Thugg’s power is scary, and that’s why he’s such a dominating champion!” Curry says.

 

Thugg enjoys his work, and he shows that as he thorws Thoth into a free corner, and laying into him with some body jabs. Thugg rears back and then slams him against the turnbuckle with a clothesline! Another clothesline dazes Thoth, as Thugg whips the Balancer across the squared circle. Thoth hits back first into the corner and stumbles back to the centre of the ring. Thugg ambles forward and lifts his giant leg, aiming directly for Thoth’s forehead, but the Balancer ducks it! Thoth turns around and kicks Thugg in the ribs. Latching on to Thugg’s body, Thoth tries to for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Thugg is just too heavy!

 

“He’s powerful, and he freaking heavy! It makes it tough for anyone he faces! Thoth is going to have to re-think his strategy…”

 

“Rane eat your heart out!” NTD yells in reply. “I don’t see how he can be beaten…”

 

Thugg shrugs Thoth off and grabs one of his arms and then his other one, lifting him up in Full Nelson! But Thoth is quick to counter, flaying his legs wildly and kicking Thugg away! Thugg has to let go of Thoth, and the Balancer takes advantage, Thoth grabs Thugg’s arm and pulls him into his knee, digging it in deep into his abdomen. Thoth hooks both of the Thuggsters arms and then slams him face first to the mat!

 

“Thoth is starting to use his agility more now, and that is Thugg’s weakness.”

 

“Lady Red’s looking a little hurt… maybe I should comfort her-“

 

“You’re staying right here NTD! The sight of your legs would scare anyone to death.”

 

Thoth climbs on top of Thugg and holds him down, pinning his shoulders to the mat…

 

 

O – N – E

 

 

T – But Thugg places his hands on the Balancers chest and throws him away! Thugg gets back on to his feet as Sacred holds his hand out for the tag, desperate to get at Thoth! Thugg is all too happy to oblige! Sacred gets the tag and steps into the ring and rushes over to Thoth, hitting him with a forearm. Sacred whips Thoth into the ropes and waits for him to return. As he does, Sacred picks him up onto his shoulders and then slams him back down to the canvas with a spinebuster!

 

“Sacred gets his hands on Thoth again, and is showing the guts and determination that won him the ICTV title at Defiance!” Curry yells as the replay of the move is shown.

 

The Aussie lifts Thoth back onto his feet, and drapes the Balancers arm over his shoulder. Sacred lifts Thoth up in a suplex, holding him up high into the air for the whole crowd to see… but Thoth falls down behind Sacred and pushes him into enemy territory. Thoth strides over and its Sacred with a few right hands before tagging in Lady Red, giving her an intimidating stare. Red nods and gets into the ring, getting to work on Sacred, kicking him in the ribs. Lady Red locks on a standing headlock before running towards the ropes, leaping onto the third rope and turning in mid-air, ready to hit a bulldog…

 

“Red’s doing her part for the Clan, either for pride, or in fear of Thoth’s wrath…” Curry remarks, as NTD makes those annyoing whips cracking noises.

 

Red holds onto Sacred’s neck… but the ICTV champion shrugs her off and throws her to the canvas! Red gets back to her feet but Sacred is right on the scene, hooking his arm under her’s and then lifting her into the air and hitting the Spanish Inquisition! Sacred quickly makes the cover, as Thugg practically reads Thoth mind and steps into the ring. Thoth steps in as well, but Thugg runs over and clotheslines him!

 

 

O – N – E

 

 

 

T – W – O

 

 

 

 

T – H – R – E – E!

 

“Lady Red is gone already! This isn’t going to please Thoth in the least…” Curry says.

 

“Not right now though, the Balancer just had his brains scrambled by Thugg!” NTD replies. “Wait a second… No! Red’s been pinned, and I wasn’t the one doing it! Injustice!” He screams.

 

“Ah get over it and call the darn match!”

 

Funyon yells into the Mic, “First to be eliminated… from the Clan… LADY RED!”

 

The crowd cheers, excpt for some of the male fans of course. Red rolls away as Sacred ges back onto his feet. The referee calls Thugg back to his corner, and Sacred pats him in the back, knowing they have the match all wrapped up now. Thoth climbs to his feet but is immediately set upon by Sacred. The Australian grabs Thoth by the arm and wraps it around his head, slamming him to the mat with a Knifey Spoony! Sacred, thinking it’s his lucky day, decides to pin Thoth…

 

 

O – N – E

 

 

 

 

T – W – O – But Thoth kicks out after two, proving it isn’t Sacred’s lucky day. Sacred gets on his knees and starts to brutalise Thoth, opening up cuts made from their brutal encounter at Defiance. His fists drive into Thoth’s skull, but the referee forces the Aussie off. Sacred doesn’t take too kindly to being manhandled by a mere referee, and lets him have it with a verbal barrage. While Sacred takes spars with the ref, the Balancer climbs onto his feet. He grabs Sacred while he has his back turned, putting his arm through his legs and lifting him up in a pump handle!

 

“Sacred’s in a precarious position right now, and that’s what you get when you turn back on one of the Clan!”

 

NTD replies, “Poor Lady Red…”

 

“Will I have to hit you again NTD?” Curry asks, hoping for a ‘yes’.

 

… Thoth then suplexes Sacred over his head! Sacred hits the mat hard and Thoth covers him, making sure to hook him by the leg…

 

 

O – N – E

 

 

 

 

T – W – O

 

 

 

 

 

T – Thugg lumbers across the ring and sends him boot stright at Thoth’s head! The Balancer is knocked away as Thugg smirks and goes back to his corner. Thoth and Sacred get up at roughly the same time, but Thoth dominates the two, hitting a few right hands on Sacred. Sacred desperately tries t counter with a forearm, but Thoth ducks it, puts his shoulder under Sacred’s chin and jumps into the air, sitting back down and crushing Sacred’s jaw! The Aussie stumbles around a little, but accidentally finds his own friendly corner and Thugg slaps him on the back!

 

“This is the problem Thoth has!” Thoth begins, “He manages to take care of one opponent, but a fresh one is never too far away!”

 

Thugg steps into the ring and is set upon by Thoth, but Thugg shows a rare moment of agility, jumping into the air and collecting Thoth with a Lou Thez press! Thugg lands right on top of Thoth and begins to choke the life out of him! The referee comes over and counts…

 

“ONE!”

 

“TWO!”

 

“THREE! Get off him Thugg!”

 

The referee doesn’t dare put his hands on Thugg the way he did Sacred, and instead takes a few steps back as Thugg glares at him. The world champ lifts up the Balancer and clumbs him across the shoulder, knocking him down onto one knee. Thugg notices Thoth’s cuts and starts to work on them, his mace like fists coming down on Thoth’s forehead. The Balancer starts to bleed a little, the cut getting reopened. In his corner, Sacred grins and enjoys the site of Thoth bleeding.

 

“Twisted freak…” Curry remarks.

 

“See there you go again Curry! Can’t you go five minutes without sinsulting me!?”

 

“I was talking abo… Ah forget it…”

 

Thugg whips Thoth across the ring and into a corner. Thoth hits stomach first and stays like that, as the Thuggster charges at him, smashing Thoth into the turnbuckles! The crowd boos as Thugg steps back and waits for Thoth to turn around. Thoth is dazed and confused as Thugg shoves Thoth between his legs! Thugg lifts The Balancer up onto his shoulders and holds him there, showcasing his power to the crowd, when Perfect Bo makes his way through the crowd! Thugg suddenly drops Thoth and glares at Bo, but doesn’t look too surprised to see him out here. Thugg makes his way over ot his partner Sacred and tags him in, saying “I need to do this man…” Sacred nods and even grins as he looks at Thoth curled up on the mat over the far side of the ring…

 

“Here comes Thoth’s repreive!” Curry yells out. “Perfect Bo didn’t intend to help Thoth, but he has, distracting the Thugg!”

 

“But Thoth has to contend with Sacred now, and that cut has been reopened! I’m sure Saced will enjoy having another one on one shot at Thoth…” NTD replies.

 

Thugg slides out of the ring as Bo runs toward him, clotheslining him! Thugg stumbles backward but stas on his feet, and strigh away he fires back with a big right hand! While the two big men battle on the outside, Saced circles Thoth like a vulture… he enjoys seeing Thoth helpless. He lifts the Balancer onto his feet and cups his hand around Thoth’s head, his other hand clenching and rearing back, punching him across the jaw again, and again, and again. Sacred hears the roaring of the fans as they watch this spectacle, and he punches even more, now aiming for that before mentioned cut.

 

Sacred takes a few steps back and then hops on one foot, his other foot aimed directly for Thoth’s head with a shuffle sidekick! But the Balancer ducks it! Lady Red stands on the apron, recovering from her wounds to distract the referee, feining an attempt to get in the ring. This gives Thoth enough time to deliver a kick to Sacred’s groin!

 

“Thoth’s going down south… with that kick!” NTD says, apparently on purpose.

 

“I hate you so much.”

 

Thoth grabs the ICTV title, which has lied dormant near the ringpost for the match. He doesn’t smile, but you can tell he’s going to enjoy this… he rears back and…

 

He knocks Sacred down with the ICTV championship! Sacred crashes to the mat and Thoth pins, as Lady Red jumps off the apron and gives a cute, but evil smile…. The referee has no idea what happens and goes for the count!

 

O – N – E

 

 

 

 

 

T – W – O

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T – H –R – E – E! Thoth has eliminated Sacred and the crowd roars once more!

 

“Thoth used the ICTV TITLE to eliminate Sacred! And in the process, has opened up Sacred!” Curry yells frantically.

 

“He’s busted wide open! He’s busted wide open!” NTD seems to enjoy saying. “God I love blood, sex and tears…”

 

“Isn’t that… you know what, I’m not going to even bother…”

 

Thugg dispatches of Bo with a big boot onto the concrete! He hears Funyon announce…

 

“The second to be eliminated… form Da Pound… SAAAAAAAACREEEEEED!”

 

Thugg angers and slides into the ring, getting to his feet and immediately taking it to Thoth, sending his boot into his Thoth’s midsection. Sacred rolls out of the ring and falls right in front of Bo… who grins and grunts out a laugh, as Sacred lies, bleeding profusiouly, Lady Red makes her way over to britalise Sacred s’more, but Bo glares at her and she wisely stays away. Thugg grabs the Balancer by the throat and tosses him into a corner, slowly making his way over to the Clannie, but Thoth gets a foot up into Thugg’s face! The champ stumbles away, only to lumber right back toward Thoth… who kicks Thugg in the face again! Thoth sees a small window of oppurtunity here and runs at Thugg, leaping into the air and hitting him with a cross body splash!

 

But much to Lady Red’s dismay at ringside, Thugg catches Thoth and turns him around into a tombstone! Thugg leaps into the air a bit and then drives Thoth’s head stright to China!

 

“A wrong move from Thoth may have cost him and Red the match! Not many people can kick out of a Tombstone!” Curry yells.

 

“I bet I could!” NTD proudly boasts.

 

“Shutup before I give you a right hand through a table…”

 

“Sorry Curry Man! Please, nothing but that!” NTD begs.

 

Thugg hooks Thoth by the leg as Lady Red slides into the ring…

 

O – N – E

 

 

 

 

T – W – Lady Red slides across the ring…

 

 

 

 

 

T – H – But Red hits a baseball slide into Thugg’s side! She gets right back onto her feet as the ref demands she get out of the ring, but Thugg gets onto his feet and pushes the referee away, having other ideas in mind for Red… he stalks the former Angelic one, backing her into a corner. Behind him, Thoth is only now getting to his feet. Thugg reaches out to grab Red but Thoth rushes over and saves her, hitting Thugg with a high leg clothesline to the back of the head! Thugg turns around and wings with a right hand at the same time, but Thoth ducks it and kicks Thugg in the ribs. Thoth grabs Thugg’s arm and head and then falsl backward, hitting him with a Downward Spiral!

 

“I thought Thoth was gone for sure, but he’s back up and just planted Thugg! While Bo and Sacred still battle on the outside! It’s chaotic!” NTD cries.

 

Sacred is being pummeled by his old foe on the outside, backed up against the announce table where Bo hits him with right hand after right hand… back in the ring, and Sacred’s buddy isn’t faring to well as Thoth raises him to his feet. The Balancer hits him with a few martial arts type kicks before finishing with a Roundhouse kick to the face! Thugg stumbles backward as Jay Dawg comes running down the rampway!

 

“Oh great, this is all we need…” NTD groans.

 

Thoth runs forward toward Thugg…

 

SMACK! Thugg’s huge hand grasps around Thoth’s neck. Lady Red tries to help out her leader, but Jay Dawg comes up behind her and grabs her ankle, tripping her up! This gives Thugg the oppurtunity he’s been waiting for, as he lifts Thoth up into the air and shows him to the crowd as they boo wildly for the ‘bad guys’ that litter the ringside area.

 

Thugg turns around and brings his arm down… THUD! Thoth hits the mat and bounces up and down as the ring shakes violently. The crowd roars as Thugg goes for a pin… Bo sees this and rins forward… The referee begins his count…

 

“UNTAMED!” Curry yells out as he always does. “Thugg’s hit his finisher and this has to be it!”

 

 

O – N – E

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T – W – O – Bo tries to slide into the ring, but Sacred lunges forward and just manages to stop him!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

T – H – Jay Dawg keeps Red at bay… R – E – E! Da Pound wins the match!

 

“Yes!” Curry yells. “Da Pound take away the victory tonight, even after all the interference!”

 

NTD sobs, “It’s great and all but… but Lady Red didn’t win! Maybe I should go console her?”

 

“You’ll do no such thing NTD, stay right here…”

 

Bo knocks Sacred away as his expression sours, and he grabs Thugg’s world championship from the corner of the ring as Funyon makes his announcements to make it official…

 

“The winners of this match… DAAAAAA POOOOOUUUUUUNNN-“

 

But before Funyon can finish, Bo smacks Thugg in the face with the title! Thugg drops to the mat, one of the few times tonight as the audience cheer a little, but mainly boo the ex Da Pound meber as he grins, standing over Thugg’s fallen body…

 

Dawg has Re up against the crowd barricade, hitting her with punch after punch, until Sacred pulls him away and into the ring. They get to their feet and look at Bo, who just stands there, staring at them. Bo slides out of the ring as Sacred and Dawg kneel down to Thugg… but the world champ can get back on his feet, and does, acing over to the ropes and leaning over, shouting obcenities towards Bo who backs up the ramp in victory…

 

Thoth slides out of the ring as Red comes over to check on his condition… Thoth shoves her away and points to Sacred, yelling, “This isn’t over yet!” He then grabs Red and walks up the ramp, clutching his head all the while.

 

“Well, Da Pound are victorious here tonight, but the stakes just got higher! Bo takes down Thugg again, while Thoth pins Sacred in the middle of the ring… can he do that again when he cashes in his rematch? Only time will tell…”

 

“And will I ever get wit Lady Red? Hopefully tonight!?” NTD says happily.

 

Curry sighs, “I really need a new partner…”

 

Bo stands at the top of the ramp as he stares at his three former friends, revenge still in mind… Thugg grabs his world title and slings it across his shoulder, staring a hole through Bo… he won’t let Perfect Bo get away with this, no way…

 

“Come back after the break folks for more Storm action!” Curry exclaims.

 

“I’d like some action too…” NTD replies with a sad look on his face.

 

“Oh shutup will you…”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

SWF Storm comes back to air, live from The Pepsi Arena in Albany, New York!  The crowd is jacked, fresh from the tremendous performance given by the all four competitors in the Da’ Pound/Clan tag match.  The Storm theme blasts throughout the arena, as the cameramen swoop around with all different angles, picking up humorous and creative homemade signs.  Some include, “GSMS: 2001-2002 (A Long Time, TRUST ME!” "THUGG!" “Annie, Guess What I Have!”  After this display off unusual signs, the truck switches to a shot of the announce table, where Curry and NTD sit as usual.  

 

[Curry]  Welcome back to The Pepsi Arena here in Albany, New York, folks!  We’ve had a great show thus far, with it only getting ready for a beautiful climax!

 

[NTD]  You’re telling me!  I’m climaxing already!  

 

Almost as if a cue, “Power Struggle” kicks up on the PA, the crowd jumping to its feet.  Lights around the arena black out as the song starts it’s unusually intro.  Finally, as it finishes that intro, the lights in the arena come back as blinding white pyrotechnics shoot out of the stage.  As they small amount of smoke clears, left standing is Munich, who quickly comes out from behind the curtain, and advances down the ramp.

 

[Funyon]  The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 261 pounds, MUNICH!!

 

[Curry]  This match was set up by Commissioner Stubby Pots McWeed after the man coming to the ring right now, demanded the match up after his team lost to Raynor and ELM at Defiance.  Munich is eager to prove that he being pinned was a one time thing.

 

[NTD]  I don’t like Munich much, even with his nice ass.  I do have to agree that this is the way to go about revenge.  Manly of him.  

 

After the water doused Munich slides into the ring, he hops to his feet and briskly walks over to the far corner.  He climbs up onto the second rope, and thrusts a couple hands into the air in a show of power.  Fans in front of him snap a few memories on their cameras before he returns to the mat.  After hopping down, Munich walks to the center of the ring, now waiting for his opponent.  Just as he gets to the center of the ring, the lights across the arena abruptly go out.  After a brief pause, "Electra Made me Blind" by Everclear starts playing, and during the opening riff, white lights begin blinking all around the stage. After the opening riff, Art Alexakis screams "YEA!" and right then, blue pyros go off around the stage, the lights come up, and once the singing starts, Chris Raynor emerges from backstage. He removes his jersey and throws it to the crowd, then makes his way to the ring, the crowd going apesh*t for charismatic man.

 

[Funyon]  And his opponent, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is one half of the SWF Tag Team Champions, Chris Raynor!

 

[Curry]  As The Rayn Man makes his way to the ring, we have to remind you that tomorrow night, SWF Superstar Sacred will make a guest appearance on the Season Finale of the brand new “Red Dwarf”!

 

The lyrics of Art Alexakis continued to rile up the crowd as Chris Raynor marches down towards the ring, the SWF Tag Team Title Belt glistening beautifully.  The charismatic Raynor slides into the ring and pops up to look at Munich.  They two share an uneasy stare for a minute, as Raynor carefully takes off his title belt and hands it to referee Mathew Kivell.  As Kivell strides over to hand the belt to one of the team members, Raynor turns around, jumps up, and leans over the ropes, looking into the crowd, getting the crowd to pop some more for the Midnight Carnival member.  Munich just stares on attentively.

 

*DING..DING..DING!!*

 

[Curry]  I wonder if we’ll see any surprises tonight.  

 

[NTD]  What do you think this is?  A Holiday Inn?

 

Raynor and Munich circle around the ring for a bit, trying to feel out each other’s movements.  After a few revolutions around the ring, the two look up and we’re officially underway.  Using his superior speed, Munich quickly spins around Raynor and throws on a quick hammerlock.  The Midnight Carnival member looks around for an opening for a second, then reverses into one of his own.  However, before he can synch in the hold, Munich spins through and throws in another hammerlock!  Munich switches over from the hammerlock to a side headlock.  The two stand still in the second of the ring, as Munich clamps down on Raynor.  With a grunt, the very strong Raynor grabs Munich by the waste and hoists him high above his head!  After holding him up there for quite a while, Raynor comes down, dropping Munich to the mat with a belly to back suplex!  The crowd lets out a large pop for the move from The Rayn Man.

 

[Curry]  Great display of power from the stocky Raynor!  I don’t remember him being so bulky.

 

[NTD]  It must’ve been that training regimen he was on.

 

Raynor rolls forward and hops to his feet, as Munich does the same, only holding his back in obvious pain from the suplex.  They circle once again, the crowd cheering them on.  They lock up in the middle of the ring once more.  Munich quickly takes control, as he drives a knee into the midsection of Raynor!  He slams another knee in, doubling Raynor over.  The former JL World Champion then knees one half of the tag team champions again, dropping him to a knee!  Having the advantage, Munich drags Raynor back up to his feet and whips him across the ring.  Immediately running back against his own ropes, Munich has enough spring to nail Raynor on the way back with his Flying Spinning Back Elbow!  Munich drops in for the cover.

 

*ONE!*

*TW-NO!!*

 

[Curry]  It’ll take more than an elbow to take Raynor down.

 

[NTD]  I know!  What is this?  1987?

 

[Curry]  Dude, I had like the best sunglasses back then!

 

[NTD]  Why don’t you wear them now, Curry?

 

[Curry]  Because despite being ultra cool, they are now considered what the young people call it, “gay”.

 

[NTD]  Happy.

 

A little frustrated that he did not get the three count, Munich drags Raynor back to his feet.  After separated from him a short distance, Munich throws a left hand.  Raynor blocks the left hand, and comes back with a right of his own!  Munich falls back, but goes for another left hand…BLOCKED!  Raynor blocks that one and comes back with another right, rocking Munich back towards the corner near the ramp.  The crowd starts to get a bit more boisterous, as Raynor continues with the right hands, completely knocking Munich into the corner.  With Munich nicely dazed in the corner, his foe, Raynor, hops on top of the second ropes, and methodically, with crowd approval no less, looks to beat down on Munich.  The crowd counts along with the punches.  Finishing up with his punches, Raynor completes one of his signature moves, as after he puts his feet against Munich’s chest, rolls back and pushes, monkey flipping Munich to the seat of his pants in the center of the ring!  Munich hops up to his feet, rather dazed.  As he turns around, he falls right into a boot to the stomach from a returning Rayn Man.  He doubles over and Raynor quickly takes advantage, planting him into the mat with a gut-wrench powerbomb!  The audience chirps on approvingly, as Raynor puts a pin on the down Munich.  Kivell maneuvers back over to the center of the ring, and slides in for the count.

 

*ONE!*

*TWO!*

*TH-NO!!*

 

[Curry]  Close but no cigar for Chris there!  He sure did plant Munich good with that powerbomb!

 

[NTD]  If it was me doing it, Munich would’ve been hanging with Hades right now.

 

Raynor, sort of frustrated at the result of not winning there, starts to stomp away at Munich, pushing him towards the side of the ring.  He quickly knees and stomps Munich out of the ring.  The fan favorite, Munich, lies down on the floor right in front of NTD and Curry.  He slowly climbs back to his feet, as Raynor hops out of the ring behind him.  Munich turns around to see Raynor coming towards him, and the two start a slugfest, both of them going back and forth.  Raynor quickly wins the battle, with his strength, and especially with Munich’s wobbled state.  Grabbing him by his still dripping wet hair, Raynor walks Munich over to the crowd barrier.  After getting him there, Raynor turns everything so that Munich and he are facing away from the barrier, side by side.  He quickly hooks his advisory and drives his backwards, hitting him with a side Russian leg sweep on the barrier!  Kivell finally starts the count for the outside after the move.

 

[Curry]  What impact on that Russian leg sweep to Munich!  Did you see his head bounce?!

 

[NTD]  Mine sure did.  Uh…shut up, Curry Man!

 

Raynor, after highfiving some random Midnight Carnival fans in the first row, drags Munich to his feet.  He quickly runs the fan favorite parallel to the ring, and throws him down towards the steel steps.  Skidding is Munich as he slightly smashes into them.  With the crowd jacked as usual with any Raynor match, Chris walks over till he is dead on with Munich, face to face.  After putting up his arms to get the crowd going, Raynor sprints over, and dives face first at Munich, perhaps trying to hit a modified Spear.  But Munich moves out of the way at the last moment!  The three time tag champion slams shoulder into the steps, knocking the top level five feet away!  He immediately grabs his right shoulder in pain, as the crowd’s life is nearly sucked out, with some cheering for Munich’s daring dodge.

 

[Curry]  Holy shoulder ache, NTD!  Chris Raynor just slammed his shoulder into the stairs and is looking to be hurt right now!  It looks like a good jam.

 

[NTD]  Raynor never was the brightest in the ring, playing to the crowd too much.  

 

Munich slowly rises back to his feet, and slowly walks back over to Raynor, breathing quite heavily.  He quickly grabs Raynor by his injured arm, and drags him to his feet.  He wrenches out the bummed wing, and after kicking away the last of the stairs, swings the arm and slams it into the steel post!  Raynor howls in pain after the pain shoots up into his brain.  The bigger man, not satisfied, slams the Rayn Man’s right shoulder into the post again.  Before he recover, Raynor is thrown back into the ring, rolling while cradling the arm.  Munich quickly follows after him, breaking Kivell’s count at seven.

 

[NTD]  Munich, for the first time in a long time, as doing the smart thing, working on that arm of Raynor’s.  

 

[Curry]  If Munich continues this, Raynor will most likely not be able to hit the Acid Rayn!  If he can’t do that, his chances of winning will be greatly slimmed out!

 

The former JL World Champion, in control now, walks over to Chris Raynor, who is on his hands and knees, and kicks him in the face, knocking him back onto his back.  Munich takes advantage of the fallen Raynor by quickly sliding onto the ground, and driving his legs between Raynor’s outstretched and injured right arm.  He quickly takes a hold of the arm, and yanks back, stretching Chris Raynor in a crucifix armbar!  

 

[Curry]  Munich has just locked a crucifix armbar onto Chris Raynor’s injured right shoulder!  This could be curtains!

 

[NTD]  It makes me feel a little tingly inside when you see good matwork like that!  Munich knows that Rayn Man is hurting, so he continues to attack, trying to get a submission victory!  It’s great when you can say that a man bowed down to you and begged for mercy!

 

Chris Raynor howls in pain, as Munich continues to stretch him out in the ring.  The crowd, worried and mostly on Raynor’s side in this affair, quickly starts up a tremendously loud “Raynor!” chant, trying to will Raynor back to his feet.  Kivell slides down to the grimacing Midnight Carnival member, asking if he quits.  Chris Raynor shakes his head violently, trying to find a way to fight out of the armbar.  In the center of the ring, Raynor really has nowhere to go.  With Munich attached to his arm like a pit-bull, the Carnie gets desperate.  After moving his left arm around, trying to find a way out, Raynor leans over, and drives a heavy left hand into the groin of the last ever EUS Champion!  The crowd lets out a groan, then a cheer, as Munich clutches his groin, and rolls away from his opponent.

 

[Curry]  And Raynor busts out of it with a…less than honorable move.

 

[NTD]  If he hit a man in the nuts for an armbar, what if he gets hit with a C-4 Crunch?  Will he strap dynamite to his testicles?.

 

Kivell, being too distracted by Chris Raynor’s condition, was not in position to make a call.  In position now, the referee starts a ten count.  The count is broken by Munich, who climbs back up to his feet, his right arm draped over his stomach.  Still in the middle of the ring, Munich drags Raynor back to his feet by the hair.  When Raynor gets to his feet, still holding his arm, the 260 pounder throws a right hand.  Raynor, however, moves his arm in time to shrug it off and comes back with a hard right hand!  Much to Raynor’s dismay, the pain shoots up through his right hand, forcing him to stagger back.  Munich meanwhile, has recovered and throws another left hand, grazing Raynor.  The man with the tag belt absorbs the shot and comes back with a left hand!  After hitting the first well, he follows it up a few more, knocking Munich back to a near teetering position.  With his advisory dazed, Raynor, still favoring the arm, sprints back to the ropes in front of Curry and NTD, bounces off and raises his leg as he nears Munich, looking for a big boot!  But Munich ducks, getting underneath Raynor.  As Raynor puts his foot back down, Munich reaches up and snags onto the back of Raynor’s head and drops, hitting him with a Plan M!  Raynor drops to his knees, as Munich sprints off towards the ropes.  As he reaches Raynor’s coordinates, Munich leaps forward and nails a running front dropkick to the Carnie’s chin!  Raynor falls over to his back, and Munich leaps on top of him for the pin!

 

[Curry]  Munich, in a matter of seconds, hit Raynor with a Plan M and dropkick!  He could take it right here!

 

*ONE!*

*TWO!*

*THR-NO!!*

 

[Curry]  Ooh, so close!  Raynor has life once again!

 

The crowd counting along with Kivell, let out a mixture of groans and cheers as Raynor kicks out.  After a quick argument with the referee, Munich drags Raynor back to his feet, and whips the dazed 250 pounder into the corner!  Raynor stands there, obviously dazed, as Munich marches.  Munich pulls back the arms of Raynor and proceeds to land a few knife edge chops!  The crowd gets involved with the shots.

 

*WHOO!*

 

*WHOO!*

 

*WHOO!*

 

 

Munich, getting a bit tired of chopping, leans forwards into Raynor and latches onto his arm, perhaps looking for a whip.  Before attempting the whip, Munich looks out into the masses, and gets a cheer of approval.  The former Hardcore Champion then pulls Raynor out of the corner and goes for the whip.  Raynor, due to him being whipped with his left arm, is able to reverse the move, and winds up whipping Munich instead!  The taller man, like a speeding bullet, flies into the corner, slamming his collarbone on the unforgiving turnbuckle!

 

[Curry]  Raynor reverses, and now he has the advantage!  But is he in any position to take advantage?  He looks bad.

 

The crowd cheers in ecstasy, as Raynor turns the tides.  After taking a moment to shake out his arm from its sling-like state, Raynor advances over to Munich, who stays in the corner, gasping for breath.  Raynor, using his right arm now, turns Munich around, and tries what Munich did just before, successfully whipping him!  But Raynor holds on, and using his left arm, pulls Munich back from the direction of the corner.  The former leader of XF9 is almost turned inside out, as Raynor picks him up, and twirling, slams him into the ground with a fierce powerslam!

 

[Curry]  Raynor just nailed Munich with a powerslam!  This could be it if he make the cover!

 

The crowd pops like rabid monkeys, as they see the impact at which Munich hits.  Raynor, after shaking out his hurting arm again, hooks Munich for a pin.  He crooks the leg up at a high angle, not worrying about the ropes, as the two are in the center of the ring.  Kivell slides in like the professional he is and counts.

 

*ONE!*

*TWO!*

*THR-NO!!*

 

[Curry]  He got him..wait, no he didn’t!

 

[NTD]  Why thank you, McMahon.

 

[Curry]  Go fist an octopus.

 

The crowds let out another mixed reaction on the kick-out by Munich.  The Midnight Carnival member, shocked that Munich kicked out, runs his hands through his sweat beading hair, as he thinks of something to do.  Finally, he picks himself back up to his feet, and slowly brings Munich up with him.  After he stands his foe up straight, Raynor puts his head under the armpit of the staggered Munich.  He puts his hands around Munich’s waist, and with a grunt, tries to hoist him into the air, but Munich, using instincts, blocks it with a well placed double axe handle to the spine!  The Rayn Man’s arms droop down as he feels the impact.  With his opponent’s arms and head in a good position for attack, Munich picks up both of Chris Raynor’s arms and puts them in a double chickenwing!  After doing so, the slightly larger man drops down, drilling the fan favorite to the mat with a double arm ddt!  Munich doesn’t let go after the first ddt!  Instead, the aggressive young man from Chicago lifts The Rayn Man back to his feet and spikes him with another double arm ddt!  Unable to get the shorter man up for a third drive to the canvas, Munich lets go.  Raynor lies limp on the canvas, juxtaposed with his opponent sitting beside him.  The Chicagoan then proceeds to the put on a lateral press after taking a breather, thinking he has the win.

 

[Curry]  This has got to be it!  Raynor has been destroyed with two double arm ddts!

 

*ONE!*

*TWO!*

THRE-NO!!*

 

[Curry]  The roof just blew off the joint!  Raynor kicked out!

 

The arena nearly explodes, as they see Raynor kick out.  A confused Munich looks down at Raynor, perhaps thinking he is some superhero or something.  The angered 260 pound man climbs to his feet, and waves out his arms in an “it’s over” fashion.  Munich slowly makes his way over to the corner, and then slowly climbs the ropes.  After hopping onto the turnbuckle, Munich turns his back, slowly but surely, until he looks to be in position for a moonsault!  Just then, Raynor staggers to his feet and runs over towards NTD and Curry!  He falls, in purpose of course, into the ropes, causing Munich to fall from his perch!  The last ever EUS Champion hits his head smack dab into the corner, causing him to fall to the mat!  The referee has no choice but to start his count.

 

[Curry]  Both men are down after that extremely smart move by Raynor!

 

[NTD]  It’ll be a race to the finish!

 

The crowd is continually standing, watching with wonder.  Munich stays limp on the mat and Raynor sits down against the ropes only a few feet away.  Finally, after an extremely tense five count, the charismatic Rayn Man grabs the top rope above him, and pulls himself up to his feet, and the crowd goes nuts!  He slowly staggers over to Munich and drags him to the center of the ring.  After getting him there, Raynor throws on a standing head scissors!  With the crowd popping like five year olds with a king sized Hershey bar, Raynor picks Munich up, and slams him to the mat with a powerbomb!  The crowd gets to an even higher level of intensity with Raynor hoisting Munich back up into the air and dropping him into the ropes, completing his signature move, RAYNOR SMASH!  The crowd immediately starts a loud “RAYNOR SMASH!” chant.

 

[Curry]  RAYNOR SMASH on Munich!

 

[NTD]  If Raynor pins him it’s over!

 

Raynor, after shaking out his sore right arm, climbs up to the top of the near turnbuckle, not quickly, but no slowly either, and sets his sights on Munich, who is sprawled out in the center of the ring.  Raynor takes a long lingering look into the stands, before leaping off.  He leads with his right elbow, and lands it right into his foe’s heart!

 

[Curry]  Raynor elbow drops Munich!  Its over!

 

With Munich looking unconscious in the ring, Raynor is able to give in to the pain that shoots through that right arm again.  With the crowd behind him, Raynor finally goes for the cover, throwing an arm over Munich.  The time of impact, and the time of pin is much longer than usually seen.

 

*ONE!!*

*TWO!!*

*THREe-NO!!!*

 

[Curry]  Good god!  Munich just kicked out!

 

[NTD]  Meh, it’s probably just a convulsion from the internal bleeding.

 

Raynor, hardly able to think with the mixed sounds coming from the crowd, looks down his foe much like his fallen opponent did when he kicked out of his ddts.  Raynor, a stud, staggers back to his feet, taking a while to get up.  Slowly he drags Munich up too, who shows some life.  The Rayn Man gets a rise out of the crowd as he signals for the Acid Rayn!  He whips Munich into the corner, which is a success, as Munich staggers out.  One half of the tag team champions then proceeds to slowly pick the Chicagoan up into the air.  Chris tries to take no chances, taking his time.  But just before he can complete the move, Munich delivers a punch to the straining right shoulder of Raynor!  With the twinge in pain, Chris drops the larger man and staggers to the middle of the ring.  Hunched over, Munich staggers towards him.  As Raynor turns back around to continue, Munich doubles him over with a boot!  Blindly and quickly, Munich puts on a standing head scissors, and lifts up.  The Munich fans in the crowd explode, as they see Munich hook the leg and drop Raynor on his head with a C-4 Crunch!!

 

[Curry]  C-4 Crunch!!  C-4 Crunch!!  What a reversal!!

 

[NTD]  What a f*cking lucky reversal!

 

Munich turns over, and throws in arm over the comatose Raynor.  Kivell, winded, makes the count.

 

*ONE!!*

*TWO!!*

*THREE!!!*

 

*DING..DING..DING!!!*

 

Funyon makes the call above the loud and cheering crowd.

 

[Funyon]  YOUR WINNER…MUNICH!!

 

‘Power Struggle” kicks up on the PA, and Munich slowly, and painfully rolls out of the ring, beat up from one hell of a battle!  As he walks on the floor outside, he takes a look into the crowd, seeming them cheering for him after a miraculous comeback.  Raynor, meanwhile starts to come to in the ring, confused.  The winner, winded severely, vanishes behind the curtain.

 

[Curry]  What a match from two very good wrestlers!  It’s a shame that someone had to lose.  Well, don’t leave us now, because in the main event tonight it’ll be Fallout and Bo in a Chain Match!  Stay tuned!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

SWF Storm returns to the air, the Albany fans jumping to their feet as the camera once again scans the packed stands of the Pepsi Arena, desperately trying to get their faces on TV. The camera then moves down and settles on the announce table, where as always Curry Man and NTD get ready to call the upcoming contest.

 

Curry: “Welcome back to Storm wrestling fans. In the fallout from the SWF’s latest Pay Per View extravaganza Defiance we’ve had a huge show already, but there’s still more action to come.”

 

NTD: “Indeedaroo Curry, there our main event chain match between The Clan’s Fallout and the revenge seeking Perfect Bo, but right now the action’s about to get a bit more hardcore.”

 

Curry: “In a rematch from SWF Defiance Stryke and Longdogger Pete will tangle for the Hardcore Gamers Championship, but this time Stryke will be entering as the champ after gaining what would have to be considered a bit of an upset, pinning LDP in a brutal contest.”

 

NTD: “It may have been an upset at Defiance, some may even call it a fluke win, but tonight Stryke will prove that it was no fluke, defeating LDP again and carving his spot in stone as the real deal, the Hardcore Gamers Champion.”

 

Curry: “I’m sure Stryke will be out to do that, but LDP will certainly be very determined to pay Stryke back and regain his title.”

 

NTD: “Well we’ll just have to wait and see won’t we.”

 

Curry: “I guess we will.”

 

Without further Delay "Cold Contagious" by Bush kicks up, a huge cheer going up from the sold out Albany crowd.

 

"You will get yours...

you will get yours...

you will get yours...

you will get yours...

 

YOU WILL GET YOURS!"

 

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.  To a massive ovation Pete steps out onto the stage, before heading down the ramp.

 

Funyon: “The following contest is for the SWF HARDCORE GAMERS CHAMPIONSHIP! Entering first the challenger, weighing 272lbs and hailing from Miami Florida, LONGDOGGER PETE!!!”

 

LDP wastes little time getting to the ring, 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...!"

 

Curry: “LDP’s looking good tonight, and after coming out on the losing end of the brutal Title match at Defiance he’ll certainly be pumped up to become a two time Hardcore Gamers Champ.”

 

NTD: “I think the current champ will have a few things to say about that though, after making his SWF debut in the best possible manner Stryke’ll be looking to dispose of LDP again and cement his place as a great Hardcore Champ.”

 

Curry: “He can hardly be considered a great champ after only 5 days.”

 

NTD: “Well after he beats LDP again we’ll see if that changes your tune.”

 

Before long “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, Hardcore Title Belt hanging from his right arm.

 

Funyon: “Now making his way to the ring, weighing 209lbs from Sydney, Australia, the defending SWF HARDCORE GAMERS CHAMPION, STRYKE!!!”

 

After standing there a moment to absorb the thunderous 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, preparing himself for the match.

 

Curry: “Well both men are now in the ring, so it won’t be long until the fireworks begin.”

 

The referee goes to take the title belt away from Stryke, but right before he can Stryke bolts towards Pete, going to drill him in the face with the title belt.

 

DING DING DING!

 

Stryke swings the belt at LDP’s head, but Pete is ready, ducking under the shot before turning and laying into Stryke with a barrage of hard right overhand punches, the crowd going wild as Stryke’s driven back towards the ring ropes, flailing back from the force of the punches.

 

Curry: “Stryke tried to get in a sneak attack on LDP, but Pete’s too experienced to fall for something like that this early on.”

 

LDP gets Stryke back on the ropes, Stryke still reeling from the sudden onslaught. LDP moves back quickly before running back in, looking to take Stryke over the top rope to the outside with a clothesline. Pete runs in, but just as LDP gets close Stryke lunges forward, taking the belt he still has in his hand and slamming it into LDP’s face, knocking the Miami Menace down to the mat right next to the ropes.

 

NTD: “You can’t hold Stryke down for long. Just a momentary lapse in attack from LDP was all Stryke needed to get back in this, giving Pete a face full of title belt.”

 

With Pete down Stryke holds his face, obviously feeling the affects of Pete’s attack, before laying in the stomps on Pete. As the crowd boos Stryke stomps a hole right into LDP, before taking the Hardcore belt he still holds and grabbing the end of it, before whipping it across the chest of the Longdogger. Stryke wails away on the former Hardcore champ, whipping him over and over as LDP writhes in pain, the crowds boos growing with each whip Stryke delivers to the prone body of LDP.

 

Curry: “Ouch, Stryke using the title belt as a weapon again, only this time whipping it across LDP. The leather and the gold plates would certainly have to be painful.”

 

NTD: “He’s a resourceful hardcore champ, anything can be a weapon to him.”

 

After a number of skin-tearing whips with the title belt Stryke drapes it across LDP’s face. With the belt in position Stryke gets to the ropes and steps through, standing on the apron and facing back into the ring.

 

NTD: “Well it didn’t take long for the match to get into the Hardcore element, Stryke planning to use that belt on LDP.”

 

Curry: “It’s certainly a different beginning to their Defiance match, in that match LDP got out to a very aggressive start, taking control from the beginning, but it looks as though Stryke’s learnt from that and is in control early, not letting Pete get the early advantage again.”

 

With LDP still down with the Hardcore belt across his face, Stryke grabs onto the top rope, before jumping up and over the rope, using it to help spring himself over the ropes and into the ring, coming down on top of LDP with a leg drop, Stryke’s leg landing on the belt and crushing it into LDP’s face. With the fans booing strongly Stryke positions himself and covers Pete, the ref moving into position and counting the fall.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THRE… No, Pete’s able to kick his legs out, stopping the pin.

 

NTD: “A leg drop onto the title belt, that’ll rattle LDP up. A few more moves like that and LDP will find himself staring up at the lights for the 3.”

 

Curry: “Stryke could have very well got the win right there, a very strong move from Stryke, but as we’ve seen many times in the past it takes an awful lot to keep Longdogger Pete down, he keeps on fighting no matter the beating he’s taken.”

 

Stryke gets up to his feet, picking up the title belt and moving to the side of the ring nearest the announce table, throwing it over towards the area next to the table, before turning around and giving his attention back to LDP. Pete is just starting to get back up, but Stryke is immediately on top of him, rocking him back with a volley of right hand blows. With LDP on the defensive Stryke takes him by the arm and whips Pete across the ring into the ring ropes. As LDP rebounds back Stryke stops him in his tracks with a kick to the midsection, doubling LDP over. Stryke hooks LDP’s arm, setting him for a vertical suplex, but before he can execute Pete is able to fight back, using his free arm to nail a series of shots to the midsection of Stryke, freeing himself. LDP takes the initiative, grabbing Stryke in a side headlock, cranking away on the head and neck of the Showstopper. Stryke is able to escape though, slipping out the back of the hold and getting in behind LDP, catching his arm and pulling it back into a hammerlock. Stryke tries to apply maximum pressure to the upper arm and shoulder of the Longdogger, but before he can get the hold in good LDP fights back, swinging back with his free arm and connecting with the head of Stryke with a series of back elbows, jarring his head and causing him to release the hold. With Stryke temporarily stunned from the back elbows LDP looks to take full advantage, turning around to face his opponent and picking him up, before hitting a quick Manhattan Drop, dropping Strkye down to the mat to the cheers of the crowd. LDP looks to go for the win, dropping down and covering Stryke.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THR… No, Stryke twists to the side and gets his shoulder off the mat in time.

 

NTD: “Bah, Pete will need more than a Manhattan Drop to defeat Stryke.”

 

Curry: “I don’t think he thought that would get the win, but with that move LDP is back on top of the match, allowing him to recover from being on the receiving end of the majority of the punishment in this match so far.”

 

LDP gets back up, and not wasting any time pulls Stryke back up to a standing base with him. LDP delivers a pair of quick punches to soften Stryke up, before Irish whipping him into the ropes. As Stryke comes back LDP looks to decapitate him with a clothesline, but Stryke gets a surge of energy, ducking underneath and continuing on to the opposite ropes. Stryke rebounds and heads straight back for LDP, who turns just in time to see Strkye jump up for a dropkick. LDP is able to react in time though, almost instinctively dodging to the side and avoiding the move, leaving Stryke to drop back to the mat, crashing in a heap, much to the pleasure of the New York crowd. LDP straight away leans down and pulls the Australian up, getting behind him and applying a rear waistlock, setting to deliver one of his signature German Suplexes. LDP lifts Stryke up, but just as he sends Stryke back he’s able to break free from LDP’s grasp, utilising his speed and agility in being able to rotate over and land on his feet right behind Pete. LDP goes to turn around to get back after Stryke, but before he can Stryke grabs hold of the challenger in a rear waistlock, setting for a German Suplex of his own. Stryke goes to lift LDP over, but he can’t get the larger and heavier Longdogger over. Stryke attempts a second time with similar results, after which LDP breaks out of the hold of Stryke, grabbing hold of his arm and turning it into an arm wrench. LDP gives a quick wrench on the arm of Stryke, but doesn’t keep the hold for long, instead using his position to pull Stryke in and lean down, getting the Showstopper up on his shoulders in a Fireman’s carry. LDP holds Stryke there for a moment before dropping back, crashing Stryke into the mat with a Samoan Drop. A big cheer goes up as Pete slams the champ into the mat with a big thud, before Pete moves around and hooks the far leg, going for a pin.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THR… No, Stryke kicks his legs out, getting his shoulders off the mat and stopping the count.

 

Curry: “Another good series of reversals and counters from both men, but yet again LDP comes out on top, a strong Samoan Drop taking Stryke down.

 

NTD: “This is boring, I can watch the other matches for ‘wrestling’, I want hardcore stuff now! Lets see some chairs, tables, flaming swords and electrified barbed wire. Oh, and blood, lots of yummy red blood.”

 

Curry: “Well in a Hardcore Gamers Title match it’ll probably only be a matter of time before you get your wish NTD, both men have shown they have a knack for hardcore style matches and won’t shy away from using certain toys on their opponents.”

 

LDP once again gets up from the mat, this time standing back and allowing Stryke to get up under his own power, expending valuable energy. As Stryke finally gets up on his feet LDP is right on the spot, taking hold of him and looking to whip him into the turnbuckle closest to the announce table. But just as he does Stryke holds on, allowing him to whip LDP there instead. But Stryke doesn’t let go, bringing LDP back and whipping him across to the opposite turnbuckle. LDP heads for the corner but is able to stop his momentum just in time, stopping before he hits the corner. LDP turns, and sees Stryke moving in after him, so he lunges out of the corner, charging at the incoming Stryke and leaping up, going for a Lou Thesz Press. LDP makes contact with Stryke as the crowd goes up in cheers, but those cheers are soon replaced with a much more negative reaction as Stryke catches Pete in mid air, holding him and running towards the turnbuckle, slamming Pete back first into the pads. Stryke lets go as LDP stumbles forward in pain, and just as he reaches Stryke he lifts Pete up, before dropping to one knee and dropping Pete across his raised knee, taking LDP down with a gutbuster. LDP falls off to the mat, holding his stomach region in pain.

 

NTD: “A great move from Stryke, stopping the Lou Thesz press in mid air, slamming Pete into the turnbuckle and nailing a gutbuster. Stryke’s back in control now.”

 

With LDP down Stryke decides against following up with a pin or another offensive maneuver, instead getting up and heading over towards the announce table, sliding out of the ring and moving over to one of the ring crew, swatting them out of the way and taking their steel chair, the crowd resounding out with boos as Stryke folds the weapon up and gets back in the ring.

 

Curry: “Looks like your getting what you wanted NTD, Stryke getting the chair involved in this, and we’ve seen from defiance he knows how to use it.”

 

Stryke moves back towards LDP, who is just on his hands and knees trying to get back up. That effort is for naught though, as Stryke raises the chair above his head and brings it down smacking the hard steel into the back of LDP, sending him back down to the mat as boos rain down from the crowd.

 

NTD: “Yeah, LDP getting his spinal cord readjusted with that vicious chair shot. Stryke will show Pete why he’s the Hardcore champ now.”

 

With LDP sprawled across the mat Stryke bends down, rolling LDP over onto his back and dragging him across the ring, positioning him right near the ring corner to the immediate left of the announce table. Not wasting any more time Stryke places the chair on top of LDP before going to the turnbuckle, beginning to climb up towards the top rope.

 

Curry: “Stryke about to pull out a high risk move here, and if Defiance was any indication he may be going to try the Lithium Heartattack onto the chair again. It was a major point in his first win over LDP, and if he hits this it could be again.”

 

Stryke reaches the top turnbuckle, standing facing out into the crowd. With the crowd booing vehemently at the Australian Stryke responds with a middle finger and a few key words directed right at the thousands of fans packed inside the Pepsi Arena, drawing even greater hatred for his troubles. All this excess jawing with the fans gives LDP a chance to recover though, and with Stryke focused on the crowd LDP gets back to his feet, pushing Stryke off the top and sending him flying to the outside, landing right across the guardrail, slamming into the steel hard before bouncing back, collapsing to the hard floor in plenty of pain.

 

NTD: “Ow, that’ll hurt, going face and chest across the guardrail from the top. That’s not fair, the crowd distracted him. They should just sit quietly and admire the work of a great athlete like Stryke.”

 

Curry: “Stryke wasted too much time setting up and arguing with the crowd, and it cost him big time there. LDP ain’t dead yet.”

 

As Stryke rolls around in tremendous pain on the floor outside LDP picks the chair up off the mat and drops down, rolling under the bottom rope and getting to the floor. With Stryke down LDP takes the chair, jabbing the end of it into the ribs of Stryke. Another hard shot with the chair follows, LDP driving the chair right into Stryke, the crowd cheering loudly as LDP delivers each chairshot. After the second shot LDP tosses the chair back over the top rope into the ring, instead reaching down and pulling the weakened Stryke up off the floor. LDP takes Stryke and whips him as hard as he can, sending Stryke crashing hard into the steel steps, the impact causing a loud metallic thud to echo around the arena as Stryke dislodges the steps from their location. With Stryke again down on the floor LDP drops down, covering Stryke on the floor as the referee drops down and counts the pin on the ring floor.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THRE... NO, Stryke still has enough left to kick out in the nick of time.

 

Curry: “Under Hardcore rules falls count everywhere, and taking advantage of that LDP almost pulled out the victory right there. But Stryke isn’t ready to let his title go that quickly, it’ll take a tremendous beating to keep either man down.”

 

NTD: “Damn straight, Stryke will still prevail, just watch. He’s more hardcore than some guy in a floral shirt.”

 

LDP gets back up from the failed pin attempt, pulling the rapidly tiring Stryke up as well. LDP grabs Stryke by the head and pulls him towards the announce table, before taking his head and looking to slam it right into the tabletop. But before he can Stryke is able to lash out and nail a quick shot to LDP, allowing himself to get free and drop down, connecting square on with the testicular region of Pete in a despertation maneuver, the low blow causing Pete to drop down to his knees in pain as the crowd erupts in boos for Stryke’s actions.

 

Curry: “A low blow from Stryke, and that may be all that saved him from further punishment there. Pete was firmly in control, but one move changes all that. I just hope they don’t get any ideas about using our table as a weapon here, or we may have to duck for cover.”

 

Stryke gets back to his feet and leaves LDP for the moment, giving himself a chanceto rest and regain his composure. As LDP slowly pulls himself up using the side of the announce table for assistance, Stryke hops up onto the ring apron, moving along and waiting for LDP to get up and turn around. Pete is draped over the side of the table but finally starts to turn around, and Stryke leaps off, looking to send LDP back down to the floor with a double axe handle. But just as he turns around LDP swings forward, as while he was on the desk he grabbed hold of the TV monitor! Stryke comes down as LDP swings forward, Pete slamming the hard steel set right into the head of Stryke as he’s in mid-air, again causing him to collapse to the floor in a heap as he crowd roars in approval.

 

Curry: “LDP with the monitor! Stryke didn’t see LDP grabbing at it, and as a result gets drilled with the hard steel casing right in the forehead. Both Stryke and LDP were opened up and their Defiance match, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the impact of that monitor has opened Stryke up again.”

 

True to Curry Man’s word, the camera focuses in on Stryke’s face, and there is indeed a small drip off blood starting to flow out of his head. Pete isn’t satisfied with that though, and walks over to the steel steps, picking them up and moving them right next to Stryke in front of the announce table. LDP grabs the head of Stryke and places it onto the steps, before sliding it backwards and forwards on the steel, the steel acting like a cheese grater as Stryke’s forehead gets opened up further. With the crowd going wild for Stryke’s pain, LDP still holding Stryke by the head starts to slam it into the top of the steps repeatedly, rattling Stryke’s brains as he gets slammed into the steps over and over.

 

NTD: “This isn’t fair! Poor Stryke’s getting opened up like a cow in a slaughterhouse, that LDP is a sadistic individual.”

 

Curry: “Oh come on, if Stryke was doing it you’d be cheering and saying how great he is.”

 

Finally after satisfying his need to beat the tar out of Stryke, LDP takes the hamp and rolls him back into the ring. As the bloody Stryke lies on the mat LDP gets back in after him, making a cover as the referee gets back in the ring as well, the fans counting along with the pin.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREE… NO! At the last millisecond before the three Stryke kicks out, a big ‘ooohhh’ going up from the crowd, who expected that that would be enough for LDP to win.

 

NTD: “Yes! Stryke’s still got some fight left, despite looking like a vampire had it’s way with Stryke’s face.”

 

LDP gives a frustrated glance to the referee, disappointed that it didn’t get he 3. Pete moves on though, getting back up and moving towards the steel chair that still lies in the ring. LDP picks it up and moves back to Stryke, setting himself and allowing the Showstopper to get back up under his own power.

 

Curry: “LDP would be looking to finish this off now, and the use of the chair could do just that.”

 

Stryke slowly gets to his feet, his face quickly becoming a crimson mask. LDP is waiting for Stryke to turn and face him, and just as Stryke does LDP moves in and swings with all his might, looking to destroy him with the chair. But Stryke draws on some deep down energy reserves, somehow managing to duck under the chairshot. LDP turns back around, just in time to see Stryke launch a superkick, the move connecting with the chair and kicking right back into LDP’s face! The Heatseeker hits it’s target as a big ‘ooohhh’ comes up from the crowd at the move, LDP dropping to the mat as Stryke drops down on top of him, going for the cover.

 

ONE…

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

THREE… NO! LDP just kicks out, thrusting his arm up and getting his shoulder just off the mat, a massive cheer going up as he does so.

 

Curry: “Stryke with a comeback out of nowhere with the Heatseeker, but LDP somehow kicks out as well!

 

Both men are down on the mat, both feeling the affects of the match. Slowly both men start to get up, the crowd chanting ‘LDP!’, ‘LDP!’, ‘LDP!’ to try and will LDP to his feet first. Both exhausted from the match, Stryke charges in first, looking to steal the initiative and take LDP down. But just as he does LDP catches Stryke on the run, lifting him up into a Press Slam as the crowd explodes to their feet in cheers, LDP setting for his finisher the Musclehead Slam!

 

Curry: “Musclehead Slam! If this hits we’ll have a new champ!”

 

LDP has Stryke up as he moves to the middle of the ring, standing right next to the chair that lies on the mat, looking to hit the Slam onto the chair. But just before he can Stryke is able to fight his way free, slipping off the back of LDP. Pete turns around but walks right into a kick to the midsection, before placing his leg over LDP’s head in position for a fameasser, Stryke’s finisher the Recoil. Before anyone can barely react Stryke leaps up, catching LDP off-guard and connecting the move, driving LDP face first into the steel chair to boot. With enourmous boos sounding forth Stryke drops on top of LDP for the pin.

 

 

ONE…

 

 

 

 

 

TWO…

 

 

 

 

 

THREE!!!

 

DING DING DING!

 

“Break Stuff” hits, signalling Stryke as the winner.

 

Funyon: “The winner by pinfall, and STILL SWF HARDCORE GAMERS CHAMPION, STRYKE!!!”

 

The referee goes and gets the Hardcore title belt, handing it to a barely moving Stryke, who very slowly starts to roll out of the ring.

 

NTD: “Yes! Go Stryke! A recoil out of nowhere onto the steel chair, and Stryke finally puts that pesky LDP away.”

 

Curry: “Well it looked like LDP had the win, setting for the Musclehead Slam, but Stryke slipped out and hit the Recoil onto the chair, getting a lucky win you’d have to say. Stryke successfully defends his title, but we’ve still got one more match to come, our big main event between Fallout and Perfect Bo in a chain match, coming up right after this break.”

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The camera shows a hallway backstage.  Fallout is walking away from the camera.  Ben Hardy comes around the corner, carrying a microphone.

 

*Hardy:  Oh, Fallout!  Fallout!

 

Fallout keeps moving.

 

*Fallout:  What?

 

Hardy walks along side him.

 

*Hardy:  We just saw you attack Sacred back there.  And as far as we can tell, that attack was completely unprovoked.

 

Fallout stops.

 

*Fallout:  What the hell’s your point, Ben?

 

*Hardy:  Well…

 

*Fallout:  Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me.  Ben, this is really quite simple.  I’m walking along.  I see Sacred, a man who I have an extreme hatred for.  Or had you forgotten that?

 

*Hardy:  No, I…

 

*Fallout:  Combine that with the fact that I’m in a foul mood after getting screwed out of the title on Sunday night.  And the end result is Sacred getting his ass handed to him.  It’s not like I planned this attack.  He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.  And the thing that amazes me is that you act completely surprised at what I did.  You act like this is the first unprovoked attack I have ever committed in my life.  What did you really expect me to do, Ben?  Did you expect me ask him how his day was going?  Maybe offer to buy him dinner?  News flash, Ben:  I’M AN ASSHOLE!  What am I?

 

*Hardy:  Uh…you’re…

 

*Fallout:  WHAT AM I!?

 

*Hardy:  You’re an asshole!

 

*Fallout:  Yes.  Yes I am.  So you shouldn’t be surprised by that random attack that just took place, because that’s what assholes do.  They sneak up on people and stab them in the back.  They attack the first person they run into without provocation.  And they are especially prone to do this when they have just been screwed out of the one title that has eluded them during their SWF career!

 

*Hardy:  Actually, you haven’t been US Champion or Tag Team Champion either.  So it’s not the only title that has eluded you.

 

Fallout slowly turns his head toward Ben Hardy.  He reaches out and grabs the microphone and pulls it out of Hardy’s hand.

 

*Fallout:  Ben…nothing personal, but…

 

WHAM!  Fallout nails Ben Hardy in the head with the microphone!

 

*Curry:  Oh my god!  Fallout just took out Ben Hardy!

 

*NTD:  Well, at least we know it wasn’t personal.

 

Fallout drops the microphone and walks away, as if nothing happened.

 

*NTD:  Spread the word!  Stay the hell away from Fallout!

 

*Curry:  But Perfect Bo won’t be able to stay more than ten feet away from him!  The chain match is next!

[Guest BA_Baracus]

“Welcome back and it’s now for our Main Event.”  Curry announces in a promotional way.

 

The SmarksTron comes to live to show a moving (So what if it’s a WWF thing) picture of Fallout and Bo posing, getting ready for their match.

 

“This is the first time these two ever faced each other and what a time did it came…  5 days from one of the best PPV ever displayed in television to one of the craziest main event on Storm right now.”

 

“It’s the most underrated, soon to be world champion Fallout to go against the person that shock but not only shock he confused the whole fed, Bo.  NTD said really eager to see this fight.

 

“But this isn’t any typical fight, no siree.”

 

“You really sound gay when you say that.” NTD interrupted.

 

“I will not let your negative thinking over take my good mood.  Anyways, it’s not any typical match, no siree.”

 

NTD interrupted again by saying: “Can you at least stop saying that no siree crap?”

 

Curry smiles and said: “No siree.”  Curry looks at NTD and winks at him, getting him a bit perturbed as he continues speaking by saying: “This isn’t any typical match…”

 

NTD quickly jumped in by saying: “It’s a damn chain match dammit…  They’re both tied up in a 10 feet chain by the hands and they fight.  The first one to score a pin fall, submission and a knockout win.  The only illegal object which is legal tonight you can use is that damn chain and you can use it in what ever shape or form you damn well please.  Disqualification and count out rules are all in effect so you’re fucked if you want to use other weapons.  That’s the match, that’s how it goes and that’s how it’s going to end.”

 

Curry just stares at him, eyes open but with a nice smile.  He turns his head a few times and finally said:  “Dude, take a chill pill…  You’re disturbing the groove dude.”

 

“What the fuck is you talking about…  Either talk white, thug, or don’t talk at all…  You sound like a damn hippy.”  NTD said a bit upset of Curry having a good time.

 

“It’s just a good night, that’s all.”

 

“What you mean, you should be pissed…  Jay Dawg is United States champion.”

 

“So?  Carnies are tag team champions.”

 

“Da Pound has two new champions and Thugg still retains.”

 

“Bo turned on Thugg.”

 

“Mark Stevens is out of the fed! HA!  I got you.”  NTD looks at Curry who is still smiling and NTD said: “What the hell are you so happy about?  Mark is gone, he’s finished, over, no longer here.”

 

“Because I know Mark is coming back, it’s only a matter of time that’s all…  He’ll be back I’m sure of that.”

 

“Son, it was for the contract and he lost…  He aint coming back.”

 

“They always come back…  Rotten came back after doing one of his original disappearance, Bo is back after leaving with out a trace, and Raynor is back after getting screwed over by King and that damn referee, Munich is back after, well, who knows what, but he’s back and just like them Mark will be back.”

 

“Um, No…  He aint coming back…  It’s over, no more pipe dreams, no more bat dreams, its dead, gone, no more, finished, exited, no more homers, it’s over now.”

 

“What ever…  I really don’t care what you say because after tonight things will be revealed and most importantly, the bad guys will pay.”

 

“Keep it Thoro” by Prodigy hits as the SmarksTron comes to life showing the word “BO” with some of his old clips of victories and triumphs…  Bo appears on top of the stage and quickly walks down the ramp…  Not listening to anybody, and not caring…  His face pissed off and determined to deliver some pain…

 

“This match is a chain match and it’s schedule for one fall…  Coming in first weighing in at 285 pounds, from the Bronx, in New York City…  BBBOOO!!!”  Funyon announces loudly.

 

He enters the ring and quickly turns around to face the ramp with his arms on top of the top rope…  He waits patiently for his victim.  Surprisingly most of the crowd is cheering even though there are still people that doubt his turn is genuine.

 

“Bo really shocked the world after he turned on Thugg like that…  I thought they were real close but it was just a set-up from the get to by Bo.” Curry said.

 

“I don’t know weather to be happy or be upset…  Bo is one of my favorite wrestlers and I really don’t like Thugg that much after what he did to X.  Although Thugg tried to kill him, and if Thugg was trying to do the same thing to Bo I really think it’s unjustifiable that Bo attacked him like that.”

 

“Maybe tonight we will find out the whole story.”

 

The lights go out.  “Scum of the Earth” by Rob Zombie begins to play. As soon as the heavy guitar part starts, an explosion hits the entrance area, a faint green glow lights up the arena, and Fallout comes through the curtain.  He heads straight for the ring, looking at Bo with ill intent of rigorously hurting the ghetto one.

 

“And his opponent weighing in at 185 pounds from Phoenix, Arizona…  FFFAAALLLLLLOOOUUUTTT!!!”

 

Fallout stands in the center of the squared circle, feet apart.  He closes his eyes, and slowly lifts his arms skyward.  A huge green explosion comes from behind him.  He then removes his Clan robe and prepares for the match.

 

“Jesus Christ, Bo has 100 pounds over on Fallout and is about 6 inches taller than him.  Curry mentioned.

 

“Well you dumb ass, Bo is 100 pound heavier and is 6 inches taller than Fallout.  But that doesn’t faze fallout, because he is still the uncrowned champion.”

 

The referee now has the chain in his hand with the loop on both ends.  He goes to Bo and tells him to stick out his arm and Bo does so.  The referee takes the end of the chain where the loop is at and sticks Bo’s left hand in the loop then tightens up like a belt.

 

“Bo is strapped in.”

 

The referee now slides his hands down the chain and grasp the other end of the chain where the loop is.  He tells Fallout to lift up his hand and he does so.  The referee then slides in the loop right on Fallout’s left hand and then tightens it.

 

“Now Fallout is strapped in.”

 

They both try to get good position just for when the bell is rung.  The referee is still in the middle, waiting for the right moment to ring the bell when…

 

Ding, Ding, Ding…

 

The bell is rung and Bo just jerk his hand inward and pulls Fallout right to him and into a clothesline and Fallout quickly goes down.

 

“Fallout has to be smarter, he knows he can’t go toe to toe with Bo because that thug is a monster.”

 

“What you mean?  He can’t do anything.  He’s strapped in with the monster, there’s no escape, there’s no running away, he’s fucked.”  NTD said.

 

A couple of fierce boots to the shoulder of Fallout by Bo connects at will.  Bo quickly yanks some more chain and falls to his knee and begins to choke Fallout with the chain.

 

1…

 

2…

 

3…

 

4…

 

Bo releases the chokehold so he won’t get disqualified.  Then he begins to choke him again with the chain.

 

1…

 

2…

 

3…

 

4…

 

Once again Bo releases the chokehold as Fallout gasp for air.

 

“Bo is following his words, he said that he will go through everybody to get a piece of Thugg.  Just like in the beginning of the night.  That Damn Carnie had to put his nose where it doesn’t belong and Bo just wants a piece of Thugg.  I really don’t know what to think of the action.”  NTD said.

 

“You know this kind of match is in favor of Bo.”

 

“What makes you say that?”

 

“Well, since they’re both strapped by a chain, Fallout cannot do his typical high flying tactics.  He would either have to out think Bo or out muscle Bo, which is basically impossible, or out wrestle Bo.  But how can that be possible if they’re linked together?”

 

“Hmmm.” NTD murmured

 

Bo now gets to his feet and helps Fallout up as well.  He then proceed to wrap the chain around Fallout’s neck and then, using his power, he whips Fallout in the air, by the chain, and throws him 5 feet across the ring.  Bo walks to Fallout again, causing the match to go drastically slow, something Fallout isn’t use to.  Bo lifts Fallout up to his feet with the chain still wrapped around Fallout’s neck.  Bo grabs him by the back of his neck and flings him over the top rope and that’s when Bo pulls back at the chain while the other part of the chain is still around Fallout’s neck.  Fallout is now dangling over the top rope.  Fallout tries to put his hand under the chain but couldn’t get his whole hand in it.  The referee is trying to tell Bo to pull him up and keep it in the ring but he’s not listening to him.

 

1…

 

2…

 

3…

 

4…

 

And that’s when Bo pulls him so that Fallout’s ass is on the apron.  Fallout quickly takes the chain off around his neck and massages it.  Bo now reaches over the top rope and grabs the head/hair of Fallout and pulls him up to his feet.  Thugg forces Fallout to turn around so he can face him and that’s when Fallout grabs the head of Bo and jumps down the apron so that Bo’s neck gets clothesline by the top rope.  The chain is in full extension now and that’s when Fallout quickly jumps up to the apron, grabs the top rope, pulls back, jumps on top of the top rope and springs board off of it, wraps his legs around Bo’s neck and takes him down with a sweet Hurricanrana.  Bo quickly gets up to his feet but quickly gets taken down with a spinning heel kick.  Fallout looks down at Bo and then to the ropes, he makes a dash to the ropes, jumps on the second rope when Bo, from the mat, pulls the chain and drives Fallout down to the mat.

 

“The flurry was cut short by the intelligence of Bo.”  Curry said, actually going for Bo.

 

Bo quickly gets up and goes towards the fallen Fallout, he grabs both his legs, steps into the right one, takes the second one and crosses both of them into a for of a “X”.  He then steps over him and turns him around for a sharp shooter.  Bo then releases one of the arms and takes the chain and wraps it around Fallout’s leg.  He pulls back even more causing more pain on Fallout’s leg and back area.

 

“Damn, that’s a weird variation of the sharp shooter using the chain…  That look like it hurts and I know it’s going to leave marks behind.”  NTD commented

 

Fallout screams in pain, this is not the usual sharp shooter pain; this pain is more intense, more brutal and perfect (Had to put that in).  Fallout lifts himself from the mat with his hands as he screams in agony.  The referee is now asking him if he wants to give up but while he screams like a bitch he shakes his head no.  After about 10 seconds of screaming Fallout tucks his head in and rolls right under Bo’s legs causing the big man to stumble back and unlock the hold.  Bo lands back first on the mat and that’s when Fallout frantically gets up and grabs Bo’s leg and hooks it right under his arm.  He takes a step over and turns Bo around and applies a single leg crab.  He hooks Bo’s leg with his own leg and reaches Bo’s head in completion with the STF.  

 

“Now that’s the STF, not the thing that Bo does that looks like the STF but it’s much uglier and stuff.  That’s the original, the one and only STF and it’s applied right in the middle of the ring.”  NTD said surprisingly going against Bo.

 

Instead of using his hands and pulling back on Bo’s head, Fallout takes the chain that’s around him and wraps it around Bo’s neck and begins to pull back, choking the living shit out of him.    

 

“An STF never looked so great and yet so brutal at the same time.” NTD said with a smile on his face.

 

“It’s an illegal move though, yesiree.” Curry said with a hillbilly enunciation.

 

NTD looks at Curry for a second then he looks up at the lights, raises his hands and said: “Please god, take me out of this misery.”  He looks back at Curry who has a big ass smile on his face then quickly jerked his head up and said: “Now, please now!”

 

The referee started counting as the illegal chokehold from the STF is still on.

 

1………

 

2…………

 

3…………

 

4…………

 

Fallout removes the chain from Bo’s beck and puts it right under his nose and really cranks the chain back displaying Bo’s inner part of his nostril.  Bo is moving now towards the ropes, he’s about 2 feet away from it as the referee continues to ask him if he wants to give up.  

 

“My god, Bo is dark skin but the chain is actually leaving him red marks right under his nose.” Curry said surprise that a dark skin man can turn colors.    

 

1 foot away from the ropes and Fallout sees that and the chain that he had around Bo’s nose he puts it back around his neck wanting to choke the hell out of him.  The referee sees this and begins to count again.

 

1………

 

2………

 

3………

 

4………

 

5………

 

Fallout doesn’t let go of the hold and you can tell Bo is spitting as he coughs from the choke.  Fallout is relentless and doesn’t want to let go of him, instead he just wants to choke and probably kill him.  The referee does the only thing he can do and pulls Fallout off of Bo.  Fallout quickly gets up and stares at the referee, a look of murder in his eyes that’s surrounded by paint.  The referee has his hands up in plead as he backs pedal away from Fallout forgetting that he’s still chained up with Bo.  All of a sudden the chain is jerked and you can tell that Bo is already up and he got a good portion of the chain.  Fallout is then pulled to Bo and Bo wraps the chain around Fallout’s torso.

 

“It’s a waist lock with the chain…  Now that’s different.”  NTD said.

 

Bo tightens the chain and then he did something that the crowd got up and cheer, something that I think has never been done before, Bo just managed to lift Fallout up with the chain and over his head with a German Suplex!!!

 

“Oh shit.” Both Curry and NTD said simultaneously.

 

The pain from the chain around the waist plus the pain from the Suplex is enough for Bo to make the cover.  He slides right onto Fallout’s body, lifts Fallout’s right leg for the pin and potential win.

 

“First pin attempt of this match.” Curry said.

 

One…………

 

Two…………

 

T

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Fallout kicks out right on time.

 

Bo gets up and helps Fallout up as well; Bo takes a few steps back and harshly yanks the chain to pull Fallout in for a clothesline.  Fallout ducks up, goes behind Bo and applies a sleeper hold with the chain around Bo’s neck and Bo begins to move around frantically.  Fallout’s legs are swinging in the air but he still has the hold on lock.  Bo looks around for the nearest turnbuckle, goes to it and ruthlessly backs up to the turnbuckle so that Fallout’s back connects first and he still has the hold on lock.  Bo does it again but just like the last time Fallout still has the hold on lock.  Bo takes a few steps forward and then drops to one knee and that’s when Fallout gets the grip even better.  Bo tries to get up again but to no avail as he drops to both knees.  The crowd is getting hyped up now as this could be the end of the match, the end of what people might say a brutal match the main event.

 

“It’s over…  Fallout got him with the chain across the neck, it’s over.”  NTD said routing for Fallout.

 

“It could be over but Bo isn’t the type of person that will get knocked out like that or quit.”  Curry responded.

 

“Why are you behind Bo all of a sudden?  I thought you didn’t like him and now you’re on his balls…  Make up your mind man.”

 

“Look, after what I saw in the PPV, Bo is looking for revenge on Thugg.  Thugg is one of those guys that if people want to get on him then he must have done something bad.  That’s why I’m kind of routing for Bo.”

 

Bo’s hands is by his neck trying to grasp it and pull it out of his neck but his hands drop and then his head with his eyes close.  The referee goes to check on him and grabs Bo’s right arm and rises up in the air.  The referee, Fallout and everybody in there see it crashing down as the referee points to the bell ringer with his index finger up in the air and screams:  “ONE.”

 

The referee grabs the arm of Bo again and lifts it up in the air, not hearing the crowd screaming and cheering for Bo…

 

“Wow, the crowd is screaming and cheering for Bo, this is something different.”  Curry said.

 

“I know what you mean, these ass wipes don’t know who to cheer for half of the time anyways.”

 

“Oh yes they do, yesiree.”

 

“Shut up man, please shut the hell up.”

 

The referee lets go of the hand and it comes crashing down as well.  The referee looks at the bell ringer and points at him with his index finger and middle finger as he screams: “TWO”

 

The referee takes one step back and slowly grabs Bo’s right hand, he lifts it up in the air, looking at it, observing it as the crowd continues to scream and cheer.  He has his hands up as well looking at it as well as Fallout stares at it.  He lets the arm go…  It’s falling; it’s about 2 inches from crashing to its destination, 1 inch, half an inch, quarter of an inch when the arm shoots up and that causes the crowd to jump up and cheer.  

 

“It’s not over Bo is still alive, how did he do that, how is he’s surviving?”  NTD said surprised of what’s going on.

 

Bo is now shaking his arms (What?  He could do it too), he gets on one knee; he gets on both knees and takes a few steps back, close to the ropes.  Fallout’s chin is right over Bo’s head.  Bo reaches up and grabs Fallout’s head and drops to the floor, but hitting the mat and head hitting on Fallout’s chin for a variation of a jawbreaker.  The sleeper hold is now unlocked as Fallout just stood up in shock and stunned (No pun intended).  Bo quickly got up in the same position, reaches back, grabs Fallout’s head in a ¾ headlock and drops down with the Perfect Pain.

 

Bo quickly makes the cover…

 

One…………

 

Two…………

 

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The referee stops the count because he notices Fallout’s foot on the bottom rope.  Bo looks up and sees the referee pointing at the ropes and at Fallout’s foot and Bo couldn’t do anything but just put his head in disgust.  He gets up and helps Fallout up as well and reaches for another perfect pain, but Fallout grabs the head of Bo and counters with a reverse DDT and now Fallout goes for the cover.

 

One………

 

Two…………

 

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R

 

No, a close call as Bo kicks out.

 

Fallout doesn’t get frustrated; he barely shows any emotion as he gets up while helping Bo up as well.  Fallout grabs Bo and applies a front face lock; he looks back and notices that the ropes are right behind him.  He jumps up and lands right on the second ropes, he springboards off of them, twirls around and slams Bo’s head right on the canvas with a tornado DDT.  Fallout goes for another quick cover.

 

One…………

 

Two……………

 

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E

E

 

No, the referee just noticed Bo’s shoulder shooting up from the mat.

 

“Damn, now I don't believe that…  That was a three count and I do now accept the referee’s incompetence.  That was a three count.”

 

“Nosiree.”

 

Fallout looks up in utter shock.  He gets up and helps Bo up as well; he looks around the ring, around the arena as he quickly puts Bo into a front facelock.  

 

“He’s going for it!” NTD said.

 

“This could be the meltdown!”  Curry said.

 

The facelock was quickly countered with a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge as the referee quickly goes towards Fallout’s shoulder and begins to slam on the mat.

 

One…………

 

Two…………

 

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Fallout’s shoulder rise from the mat as the count is broken.

 

Bo gets up and reaches down to help Fallout up when…

 

“What the hell are they doing here?”

 

“MY Niggas” By DMX kicks as Thugg, JD, and Sacred walks out, all carrying their titles.  Bo leans across the top rope, demanding them to come in the ring and get into his business when out of the blue, Fallout crawls behind Bo and rolls him over for the pin…

 

One…………

 

Two……………

 

Fallout grabs Bo’s pants…

 

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E!!!

 

Ding, Ding, Ding...

 

“Yeah, Fallout won the match just like I knew he was because he’s more determined and, well, he had Thugg beat.”  NTD said happy that Fallout won…

 

“Speaking of Thugg…  Him and his troops are making their way down the ramp.”

 

Bo gets up, not angry at Fallout or the referee, but determined to get his hands on Thugg.  Fallout just un-strapped himself from the chain and stumbles back to the corner as Da Pound gets closer and closer to the ring when…

 

“You were” By DJ Foxxx is heard…  The camera gets a glance of Fallout and he’s showed with a smile on his face.  Da Pound now looks back and sees Thoth, Lady Red and the leader of this fearless group, Spider Nekura.  They all stand on top of the ramp and this is getting so big right now as the Clan slowly walks down the ramp…  Sacred and JD both look at the Clan as Thugg just stares at Bo as…

 

“Stop this right now…” Stubby comes walking out from the back with a mike in his hand and he continues to say: “Stop all of this right now…  I run this show and you’re going to follow my orders.”

 

“That’s what I’m talking about, take control of this bitch.” NTD Said.

 

“This is my show and I make the goddamn rules…  Who ever touches Da Pound is automatically suspended with no paid, come and test me…  The difference between this and what I did to Mark is that I am not wasting any time for a stupid damn match, I make the damn rules and I will enforce it and………”

 

The noise of the crowd drowns the voice of Stubby as, right behind the commissioner walks and stand Edwin MacPhisto with a big smile on his face.  Stubby slowly turns around and sees Edwin right behind him and jumps back.  The look at each other not saying a word when Stubby swings a right hand but Edwin sees it coming and blocks it, after that he grabs Stubby by the collar and begins to scream some obscene words to him that should and could not be repeated at this moment.

 

“Beat his ass good, beat his ass from here to across the arena for good measure.  Yesiree.”  

 

Thugg looks back at Stubby then turn his head back at the ring and noticed Bo waving his middle finger in a way that described and tells Thugg to get in the ring.  

 

“Da Pound is surrounded, that’s not right, that’s not fair…  Dammit.”  NTD said obviously upset at what’s going on and what’s about to happen.

 

“No the hell with that, they like to jump people when they got the numbers, now the situation turns and they don’t know how to handle it?  Let them get their ass kicked.  Yesiree.”

 

The Clan looks back and smile, Fallout takes a step forward closer to Bo and that’s when all hell just broke loose.

 

Da Pound slides in the ring and the Clan follows while in the top of the ramp Stubby is being shaken by Edwin.  JD slides in first, dropping his newly won US title and he’s the first one that gets cracked by Bo.  Sacred slides in as well but Fallout takes him down with a clothesline.  Thugg is the only that’s left outside because Thoth and Spider holds him back and begins to pounce on him like if he was a bum with new gear asking for money.  Lady Red slides in the ring in the ring but the still floored JD trips her.  It seems Fallout and Bo is working together as they begin to pound on Sacred on the mat.  A double clothesline by the massive specimen of a man named Thugg knocks down spider and Thoth both.  A punch to the eye of Stubby knocks him down as Edwin screams at him to get up.  Thugg finally slides in the ring and Fallout sees him first.  Fallout goes to him and begins to swing right hand, it connects but it doesn’t faze the big man as he shoves him to the mat.  JD is pounding on Lady Red on the mat with smacks across her face.

 

“This is total chaos, just the way I like it.”

 

“Where are the Carnivals in this action, they should be here and get a piece of this, yesiree.”

 

The crowd is getting hyped up as Bo drops the Perfect Pain on Sacred, knocking him out when…

 

“It’s the Carnies!!!”

 

That’s right, the Carnies aren’t going to miss this action as Rotten and ELM both run out.  They run pass Stubby and Edwin and slides in the ring.  ELM quickly goes to the top turnbuckle and missile drop kick Thugg right on his back, but the big man doesn’t fall.  Bo still has the chain linked to his risk and he begins to wrap it around his hand.  Thoth and Spider now gets up and they both slide in the ring.  After being kicked in the back, Thugg turns around and sees ELM going back to the turnbuckle, he flies off but gets caught in the act as Thugg’s big hands wraps around ELM puny little neck.  Thugg then lifts him up, does a 360 with his right hand only and slams him down hard on the mat with the untamed.

 

Sacred is getting up right now and sees Thoth and Lady Red now kicking the shit out of JD.  Sacred goes to him and cracks him In the back of the head.  Rotten goes directly to Bo but he gets knocked out with a left hand that was wrapped around with the chain.  Lady red sees an opportunity to attack Thugg but he sees her coming and knocks her down with a big boot (Well, medium boot she’s short).  Sacred now turns around after kicking Thoth a few times and he sees Bo, he goes to him but Bo was prepared for him as he bends his knees a bit, places his hands right on Sacred’s torso and flings him up in the air, as Sacred comes crashing down and stiff left hand with the chain connects right on his jaw, knocking him out.

 

“Bo has just knocked out Rotten and Sacred with that chain.” Curry explained.

 

“Thugg just took care of ELM and Lady Red with just his skills.” NTD countered.

 

Fallout, who was just shoved to the mat by Thugg has finally gotten up and waits for the chance to attack the big man.  Thugg still haven’t seen him yet.  Fallout releases ELM on the floor on all fours, Thugg begins to turn towards Fallout when he runs to him, hops on ELM for elevation and drops kick Thugg right on his jaw and that causes the big man to stumble back towards the ropes.  Bo sees this and he walks towards them, disregarding Spider and Thoth kicking JD’s ass.  Disregarding all the dead weight bodies on the floor, disregarding everything.  Fallout ties Thugg to the ropes and begins to wail on him with right hands and that’s when Bo puts his right hand on Fallout’s shoulder, twirls him around and knocks the little man with a big left hand with the chain.  

 

“What the hell is he doing?  I thought he wanted revenge on Thugg and now he’s helping him?”

 

“I guess he realize that he wasn’t going to do much with Thugg so he said…  If I’m not going to beat him, fuck it, let me join him again.” NTD said with a cocky voice.

 

Bo looks down at Fallout and smirks, he then looks up at Thugg and the smirk that he had faded.  Thugg looks at him, tired and a bit pissed off as he stops struggling to get out.  Bo looks at him and then looks at his hand and without a second to think if over and left hand comes crashing down on his face knocking him up and over the top rope and knocked out.  

 

Up in the ramp Edwin tries to do something to Stubby but the commissioner quickly holds him to contain him as referee’s comes out to stop this madness.  Two of them quickly grabs Edwin and pulls him away as Edwin screams out some very naughty words.  About 10 referees all comes towards the ring and as they enter the ring Bo exits the ring and un-straps the chain from his wrist.  He walks pass Thugg and nods his head up and down…  He walks up the ramp and passes Stubby, Bo said something but it was hard to tell what he said.  Stubby just looks at him and then looks back down the ramp to sees Thugg on the floor not moving as the referees tries to get things in control.

 

“This is just too much drama for me, things get out of control between Edwin, Bo, Thugg, and Stubby in the beginning for the night and now things are really out of control in the end of the night…  What else can happen?”  Curry asked.

 

“Nothing, because we have to go.”

 

“Yesiree, we do have to go…  But stay tune for Smarkdown it’s going to be special…”

 

The camera spans back as the last thing they catch is the logo of SWF…

[Guest BA_Baracus]

LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

El Luchadore Magnifico © vs. Erek Taylor

- Erek Taylor gets a surprising win!

 

2-PIN TAG TEAM MATCH

Hville Thugg & Sacred vs. Thoth & Lady Red

- Da Pound (featuring interference by Bo and Jay Dawg).

 

SINGLES MATCH

Munich vs. Chris Raynor

- Munich achieves what could be considered an upset.

 

HARDCORE TITLE MATCH

Stryke © vs. Longdogger Pete

- Your winnah, and still SWF Hardcore champion...Stryke!

 

CHAIN MATCH

Fallout vs. Perfect Bo

- Fallout gets the evil heelish win (Bo wrote the match though).  After the match we get a Pound/Carnival/Clan cluster...yee-haw!