SWF Storm (May. 16/2002)

[Guest BA_Baracus]

BOOM!!

 

An insane pyrotechnics show ends and the fans erupt into a crazed frenzy as SWF Storm hits the airwaves, complete with its self-titled theme music.  The balcony camera quickly pans all over the arena, catching some fans making complete asses of themselves and others holding homemade, yet unoriginal, signs.  Of the notables, “WORD!”, an intricate drawing of Curry and NTD with the words “Ambiguously Gay Duo” underneath, and “Stryke 3, You’re Out” stand out as the pick of the litter, thus confirming, once again, that the SWF has the most unimaginative fans on the planet.  Drones I say…drones!

 

(Curry) – Just 9 days away from our huge Pay-Per-View event, Crossfire…this is SWF Storm!!!  Alongside the always pantless, NTD, I’m the ever-spicy Curryman, and we’re live at the Arrow Head Pond in Anaheim, California!

 

(NTD) – We’ve got a great show tonight Curry!  My sexy diva, Lady Red, sees some singles action against Stryke, and if Stryke harms a hair on her head, I swear I’ll kill ‘em.

 

(Curry) – I’m sure you’ll do nothing of the sort Nathaniel.  In fact, all you’ll do is bitch the whole match about it, and dream of one day catching a glimpse of Red in a thong.

 

(NTD) – Yeah, and?

 

(Curry) – Anyway!  Also tonight, we’ve got a great match for the #1 contendership to the US title, and a very controversial match between the Carnival’s Johnny Rotten and Edwin MacPhisto...a match booked Stubby earlier this week as a punishment for Edwin.

 

(NTD) – I’m sorry.  I know you think this match is wrong and everything, but Carnie on Carnie action is something I dream about every night!

 

(Curry) – Whoa man…uhhh…you dream about Carnie on Carnie action??

 

(NTD) – Every night!

 

(Curry) – Damn man.  I knew you had issues, but I didn’t realize to what extent.  I hope you know, Edwin nor Rotten swing that way.

 

(NTD) – What are you talking…oh!!   Shut up!!

 

(Curry) – Hey, you’re the one dreaming about them, not me.  Anyway…huge night ahead including our huge main event!  Let’s have a look at the card!

 

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SWF Storm, The Card

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NON-TITLE MATCH

Jay Dawg vs. Erek Taylor

- Dawg and Sacred managed to beat Taylor’s team in the tag title match on Monday.  As a result, Taylor challenged Dawg to this match…

 

NO-DQ MATCH

Edwin MacPhisto vs. Johnny Rotten

- As a punishment for Edwin, Stubby’s booked a match between these two Midnight Carnival allies.  Edwin isn’t very experienced when it comes to no-DQ matches…can he manage to defeat the hardcore specialist, Johnny Rotten?

 

TAG TEAM MATCH

Hville Thugg & Sacred vs. Perfect Bo & Fallout

- Perfect Bo turned on Thugg on the last PPV and now they're scheduled to face each other for the SWF heavyweight title.  There’s also been a certain level of animosity between Sacred and Fallout over the past couple of weeks.  All this comes together on Friday in a wild and crazy tag match!

 

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(NTD) – Yeah man!  That’s one hell of a card!

 

(Curry) – Indeed it is…what’s this!

 

POP!

 

“I keeps it thoro nigga!”

 

The crowd explodes at the cold gangsta beat of “Keep It Thoro” by Prodigy, and it only takes a moment for that explosion to occur again when Bo steps through the curtain.

 

(Curry) – And it looks like we’re gonna be joined by Bo to start things off here on Storm.  But Bo’s not the type to come out here and shoot the shit with us, so he must have something important on his mind, and I’m willing to bet I know what it is.

 

Bo stands on the stage for just a moment, absorbing the cheers that mean so little to him, before heading purposefully down the ramp.

 

(NTD) – And what’s that?  You don’t think he’s thinking of taking his pants off and doing his best NTD imitation, do you?

 

(Curry) – Somehow, I highly doubt that.  I’m pretty sure he’s on his way down here to talk about what happened on Smarkdown last week.

 

Bo climbs into the ring, and immediately goes to the far ropes for a microphone, which is given to him by a very frightened attendant at ringside.  Bo puts the mic to his lips, but no sooner does the fans let loose a “BO-BO-BO” chant, forcing the Perfect One to hold back just a second.

 

(Curry) – And listen to his reaction for Bo here in Anaheim.  I bet Bo’s still not used to this kind of reaction from these usually brutal SWF fans.

 

Bo gives the microphone another shot, and this time the fans are quiet enough (key word is enough) for Bo to speak over them.

 

(Bo) – Word son.

 

Unfortunately for Bo, his trademark gangsta slang elicits the fans to erupt again, leaving Bo to ponder his thoughts once more.

 

(NTD) – Why don’t they just let the man speak.  Damn, we’ve got a show to get to, and we ain’t got time to spend all day waiting for Bo to say his piece.

 

(Curry) – You’re just mad that no one’s cheered for you in years you has-been!

 

(NTD) – Has-been??  You’re calling me a has-been?  Well, ain’t that the old ass pot calling the kettle black.

 

The fans start to die down again, and Bo gives it another go at it.

 

(Bo) – Word son.  I’m not gonna stand out here and beat around the bush and shit…I’m ‘bout to get straight to the fuckin’ point.  Last Monday night, me and Edwin was fightin’ to see who gonna face Thugg at Crossfire, right?  Well, yall seen what happened right?  Yall seen that pussy ass nigga come and ruin that shit, right?  Yo, let’s run that shit fo’ those who missed…word.

 

The Smarktron fires up the footage of the latter stages of Edwin MacPhisto versus Bo from last Monday’s Smarkdown.  The entire arena, and the fans at home, witness Bo and Edwin trying to get up, only to become victim to a double Untamed Chokeslam from the Hville Thugg.

 

(Curry) – Yeah NTD…that damn Thugg ruined a great match!  Now we have no number one contender!

 

(NTD) – I’m sure King’s got something in store for Thugg and Bo and Edwin.

 

(Curry) – Yeah, and King…what’s his deal?!?

 

(NTD) – He’s the new deputy commissioner.  You were here when Stubby announced it.

 

(Curry) – I know, but don’t you think he’s abusing his power just a bit.

 

(NTD) – Shhhh!  Bo’s not done.

 

(Bo) – Yall see that?  Yeah, mad props to Thugg on that shit.  He sure knows how to take advantage of two guys who have just beaten each other within an inch of their lives.  But word is born son…I will have my mutha fuckin’ revenge on that son of a bitch!  And I will do it at Crossfire!

 

The fans erupt at Bo’s declaration, forcing Bo to again, break from his monologue.

 

(Bo) – Number one contender or not…it don’t even matter son.  Thugg gets his at Crossfire yo…I don’t even care if that title’s on the line.  I just gots to get my hands on Thugg in this ring…I must…that’s my word!  So, Stubby…King…whoever the fuck’s in charge, get the hell out here and make the match…word!

 

(Curry) – Oh shit!  Bo is calling out King or Stubby!  He wants Thugg at the PPV, no matter what!

 

(NTD) – What gives him the right to make such demands!  He didn’t win the number one contendership, so he really has no right to demand anything from the commissioner or deputy commissioner.

 

Time passes, and then the fans leap to their feet to cheer as…

 

 

“I said halleluiah!”

 

“Battleflag” by the Lofidelity Allstars hits the speakers, presenting everyone’s favorite Brit…

 

(Curry) – It’s Edwin MacPhisto!  That’s no commissioner…it’s the crowned prince himself…Edwin MacPhisto!

 

The fans erupt into a frenzy as Edwin comes dancing through the curtain doing what appears to be the Cabbage Patch!  The fans laugh and cheer the crazy Brit as he busts a move, and as the music fades out, Edwin pulls a microphone out of his back pocket before starting down towards the ring.

 

(Edwin) - Hidely ho, young goodman Bo!  Sorry to interrupt the festivities, but I thought it would be fitting for me to speak on this too!  As you well know, I've got my fair share of issues with these jolly little fellows, and so it's only fair to the fans that we both break their arses down into tiny little cubes, don't you agree?

 

(Bo) – Yo Edwin…you know I ain’t got no beef with you.  My beef’s with Thugg, but like I told yo ass before…you can get it too if you get in my way.

 

(Edwin) – Awww…can’t I play too?

 

Edwin reaches the ring and climbs in as Bo watches him with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

 

(Bo) – I don’t give a fuck what you get into…just stay out of my way.

 

(Edwin) – Don’t be stingy man…there’s enough Thugg beatings to go around.

 

(Bo) – Whatever man…I just want Thugg, and that’s all I’m thinkin’ about right now.  If you want him, yo ass will just have to wait in the fuckin’ line.

 

(Edwin) – You’re not being fair good Bo…not fun or fair.  You know what I think?  Do you want to know what the MacDaddy thinks?

 

Bo simply frowns his face at the crowned prince, thinking to himself, “Do I really want to know?”

 

(Edwin) – I think that, since our fun was ruined by the big bad boogieman on Smarkdown, we should do it again.

 

(Bo) – For what?  I ain’t got no beef with you…I want Thugg.

 

(Edwin) – Because it’ll be fun…and the fans would love to see it.  Isn’t that right Anaheim?

 

The fans roar to show their approval of Bo versus Edwin.

 

(Edwin) – See?  Come on Bo, whaddya say?  Edwin…Bo…#1 contendership…part deux?

 

The fans cheer again, trying to persuade Bo to give in to Edwin’s request.  Bo looks around the crowd, seeing the thousands of fans shout “do it”, and starts to think to himself…

 

"ALL ABOARD!! AH HAH HAH HAH!!"

 

(Curry) – Wait just one damn second!

 

Edwin whips around and Bo perks his head up as Ozzy Osborne’s “Crazy Train” invades the arena.  The boos are deafening as the deputy commissioner, Suicide King, steps out from behind the curtain.

 

(NTD) – Now we’re talking!  These guys can’t come down here and start talking about booking matches.  That’s a job for the greatest SWF superstar ever, who happens to be the deputy commissioner.

 

(Curry) – You mean the power-crazed crybaby?  King has done nothing but be a pain in the royal ass since being named deputy commish.  His power has gotten to his head with Stubby’s absence, and the SWF superstars have been the ones to pay the price.

 

(King) – Boys, boys…don’t argue.

 

King starts to walk down towards the ring, hoping upon hope that he doesn’t anger Bo too much.

 

(King) – There’s no need to argue.  You can just come to your friendly neighborhood deputy commish for answers.  And I’ve got the answer to your problem…

 

King reaches the ring and climbs in as the fans continue to shower him with loud boos and hisses.  Upon entering the ring, King announces his answer to the Bo/Edwin situation…

 

(King) – And that answer is…no!

 

(Curry) – No what?

 

(King) – That’s no to whatever you’re trying to come up with.  No to Bo getting Thugg…no to Edwin versus Thugg…no to Edwin versus Bo…just no.  See, wasn’t that easy?

 

Bo becomes infuriated and starts to charge King, hoping to knock King back into retirement, but Edwin puts a hand out to halt the raging bull that is the Perfect Thug.

 

(Edwin) – Oh King…how nice of you to grace us with your presence.  It’s nice to see your face not attached to Stubby’s ass.

 

The insult draws laughter and applause from the crowd as Edwin pauses to allow time for it.

 

(Edwin) – But seriously…we all know how little power you actually have here, so…

 

(King) – Stubby left me in charge!  ME!!  THE SUICIDE KING!!!

 

(Edwin) – Yeah, I know…and where is he?

 

(King) – He’s heading to Miami to check out some dude named Tom Flesher…why?

 

(Edwin) – Yeah, ok…that’s what I thought.  So anyway, Bo…

 

Edwin turns to Bo, leaving King furious at the lack of respect for the former world champion.

 

(King) – Listen you two!  You can fight if you want to, but there is no way either of you will get a title shot at Crossfire!   No way!  You haven’t done anything to earn it, so you can take you’re little ideas and stick ‘em up your ass.  Instead, you need to be worried about tonight.  Edwin, you’ve got my Carnival replacement, Johnny Rotten! {cheers}  You know, I find it hilarious that you think Rotten can replace the great King…oh please!

 

King chuckles to himself as Edwin and Bo wish he would get to the point.

 

(King) – Wow, that’s funny.  Rotten isn’t even fit to scrub the bottom or my $1000 Gucci Loafers {points to his feet}…

 

(Edwin) – Alright, that’s enough Paparazzi.

 

(Bo) – Word son…check this.  One of us is gonna get Thugg next Sunday…and it betta be me…cuz if it’s not…somebody gonna get dealt wit.

 

(Edwin) – What my ebonically inclined colleague is trying to say is that it really doesn’t what you say because one of us will be going to Crossfire to face the HVille Thugg.

 

(King) – Sorry Edwin, old pal…but no you won’t.  

 

(Edwin) – Ok then, let Bo have Thugg and give me Stubby?

 

(King) – Yeah, that might happen {snicker}.

 

(Edwin) – Fine then, you!

 

(King) – Ha ha ha ha ha!  Now that’s funny.  I’m retired you numb nut…

 

(Edwin) – Brian, you’re starting to actually get on my nerves.  So, if we can’t have Thugg, and we can’t have each other, then what?

 

(King) – I’m glad you asked Edwin, because I’ve got something in store for the both of you.  At Crossfire, you, Edwin, will be facing…

 

 

A ha ha ha ha!

 

“They don’t know!”

“Who we be!”

 

(Curry) – Wait a second!!

 

“They don’t know!”

“Who we be!”

 

(NTD) – YES!  Here comes the man himself!!

 

“What they don’t know is…”

 

BOOM!!

 

The HVille Thugg moves to the forefront of the wall of fire on the stage, and as the ring occupants look on, he walks towards the ring.

 

(King) – Thugg!  What the he…

 

(HVT) – Shut the fuck up!

 

The fans erupt into cheers at HVT’s outburst as the extremely large champion enters the ring.

 

(King) – Now, now my large, black friend, no need to get so angry.  I’m looking out for your best…

 

(HVT) – I said, shut the fuck up, or can’t you hear?

 

HVT looms over King, who cowers back a bit, and suddenly swallows his words.  Meanwhile, Bo is trying his damnedest to get at HVT, but Edwin stands between him and his revenge…for now.

 

(HVT) – Yeah, that’s what I thought.  Now, you two bitches over here…oh Bo.  What you wanna do bitch?  You want a piece cuz…you wanna piece?  Bring it bitch…Edwin, let him go!

 

(Edwin) – I don’t think so my burly chum…you’ll get a piece later tonight.

 

(HVT) – Fine…whatever.  Anytime you want Bo…anytime.

 

(Bo) – Word is born son…you will get your tonight.

 

(HVT) – Yo, why wait?  Let him go Edwin…

 

(Curry) – Geez NTD, with all these combustable elements in the ring right now, I’m surprised it hasn’t erupted into a war yet.  We can thank Edwin for that.

 

(Edwin) – Again, I have to reluctantly decline that request as we have bigger problems out here.

 

(King) – Yeah, like all three or your lack of respect for authority!

 

(Edwin, Bo, HVT) – Shut the fuck up!

 

{cheers}

 

(Edwin) – Oh Kingy…when will you learn?  Anyway, now Thugg…who’s it gonna be?  Me or Bo?

 

(HVT) – Yo, I don’t give a fuck!  Someone’s gonna get their ass whooped next Sunday, and I don’t care who it is!

 

(Edwin) – Well, this is a deadlock…you know, let’s ask the Anaheim faithful…see what they think.

 

{cheers}

 

(Edwin) – Who’s it gonna be Anaheim…Bo, or your crowned prince, Edwin MacPhisto?

 

Lots of noise emits from the crowd, none of it even close to decipherable by anyone in the ring.

 

(HVT) – Look yo…Since it don’t matter who I face, how ‘bout both of yall get your asses whooped at Crossfire, huh?

 

Edwin and Bo look at each other, kind of nodding in agreement.

 

(Bo) – It’s all good son…I don’t care.  At Crossfire, I will get my revenge kid.  You ruined my fuckin’ life, and at Crossfire, I will take yours.

 

(Edwin) – Again, what my Perfect Bo-eezy is tryin’ to say is…that sounds like a great plan.  Bo, you’ll get your revenge, and I will get a shot at Stubby through the big bad champ.  Kudos Thugg.

 

(Curry) – There it is folks!  It’s Thugg versus Edwin versus Bo at Crossfire next Sunday!

 

(HVT) – I’m not done fagot.

 

(NTD) – He’s not done Curry!!!  

 

(HVT) – Cuz for real yo, I’m not stupid yo.  I know I’m being generous as hell, giving both of you a shot at me…so, the catch is that yall gots to accept my stipulation. Cuz for real, this is it yo…when we step into the ring, only one of us will walk away.

 

(Bo) – Oh, that’s the way I like it son…word.

 

Bo inches closer to Thugg, but remains restrained by Edwin…

 

(King) – HEY!  Thugg you can’t just come down here and book matches!  That’s my job…you can’t…ACK!

 

HVT reaches out and wraps his huge hand around King’s neck, causing a huge uproar in the crowd.

 

(HVT) – Yo, if you don’t shut the fuck up…

 

While holding King by the throat, HVT addresses his two Crossfire opponents…

 

(HVT) – Aight yo…check it.  At Crossfire, I’ll take on both of yall bitches in a match that only I will walk away from…

 

(NTD) – What is it…what, what, what…

 

(Curry) – Shut up!

 

(HVT) – Only I will walk away as……THE LAST MAN STANDING!!!

 

(Curry) – WHAT!!  HOLY SHIT!  LAST MAN STANDING!!

 

(NTD) – Did you hear that Curry??  Last Man Standing!!

 

(Curry) – I heard it!  Thugg is undefeated in that match!!!

 

The crowd inside the Arrowhead Pond is going absolutely nuts.  HVT hasn’t seen this kind of pop since…since…hell, ever!  In fact, I think I might hear a small “H-V-T” chant starting up!

 

(Curry) Can you  believe this NTD?!?  Last Man Standing??

 

(NTD) – What about King?  Is King gonna accept this?

 

(Curry) – Screw King!  That’s one hell of a match!  Crossfire is going to be huge!!!

 

(King) – WAIT!!  WAIT ONE FUCKIN’……ACK!

 

HVT squeezes harder on King’s neck, stopping his words yet again.

 

(HVT) – What?  What you gotta say?  You say shit other than, yeah…good match, I’m gonna pound your face into your skull.

 

A hush falls over the crowd as HVT stares angrily into King’s eyes while the deputy commissioner ponders the possibilities.  After a long moment, King shakes his head with an affirmative yes and the crowd explodes!!

 

(Curry) – And there it is!!  Thugg/Bo/MacPhisto…Last Man Standing!!!

 

HVT smiles and releases King, who immediately gasps for air.  

 

(King) – Oh…oh…ok.  Fine…you can have that match…BUT!  You have to stop fuckin’ with me!  No more messin’ with my matches…

 

(HVT) – Whoa…are you telling me what to do?  Nah cuz.  I’m the Hville Thugg mutha fucka!  I do what I want, when I want bitch.  And you liked what I did on Smarkdown…just wait to we what I do tonight!

 

With that, HVT storms past King and hops down to the floor.

 

(HVT) – Oh, and come next Sunday…Bo…Edwin…I will WRECK YO SHIT!

 

(Curry) – BOOM!  There it is…the match has been set!  Thugg…Edwin…Bo…Last Man Standing!

 

(NTD) – But what did  Thugg mean about tonight??  What’s he gonna do?

 

“Who We Be” hits the speakers as HVT walks up the ramp and Storm heads to commercial.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

After a hellacious night in the east, the SWF finally returns to the good old West, where cowboys run amock. Where are we? The Arrowhead Pond in Anaheim, California of course! These Southern Californians rise to their feets in a moment's notice, immediately cheering and chanting their favorite SWF superstars on. Their huge posters dance above their heads, doing the old ritual of trying to buy some air time from the directors. However, the SWF directors are crude, immediately cutting the feed and opening up the scene with a live picture of Jay Dawg, who is lacing up for his match against the LHW Champion, Erek Taylor.

 

"(Curry) Stooorrrmmmm!!"

 

"(NTD) And again, these guys ignore me just because I'm black."

 

"(Curry) You're not black. You're white!"

 

"(NTD) Who the f*ck asked you?!"

 

"(Curry) We have a splendid show for you folks tonight. Hville Thugg and Sacred will take on the makeshift team of Perfect Bo and Fallout in the main event."

 

"(NTD) That's gonna suck..."

 

"(Curry) Nobody asked you. Anyways, this next matchup was specially requested by our very own Light Heavyweight Champion, Erek Taylor! After losing the tag match to Da Pound on Smarkdown, Erek will be hunting for vengeance! He is a perfect 3-0 in Singles competition, including upsets over WF elites such as Thoth and El Luchador Magnifico."

 

"(NTD) They weren't upsets. Thoth just felt like letting the kid win. What a guy!"

 

"(Curry) Then what about Magnifico? He lost his LHW title to this 'kid'."

 

"(NTD) So? It would have happened sooner or later."

 

The glistening of the spotlights all direct towards the squared circle, where Funyon takes his mark, waiting for the wrestlers to enter the ring. His wait doesn't go long, as soon after, the opening guitar rifts of "Downfall" by Trust Company begin to play. Anaheim immediately recognizes the song, bursting into cheers and singing along with the chorus to support their hometown hero!

 

"Can I break away? Push me away,

Make me fall, just to see,

another side of me.

Push me away, you can't see,

what I see,

on the other side of me."

 

"No one can see anything on the other side of me!"

"I walk! I crawl! Losing everything, ready for a downfall!"

 

At the end of the chorus, flames ignite until it sets off a giant mass of pyrotechnics! The explosion rocks the foundation of the stage, leaving behind a trail of smoke and debree. The lights return to normal and the suction holes placed on the ramp are put quickly to use, sucking away all the smoke and cueing the suspensful entrance of Erek Taylor.

 

"(Funyon) The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, from Anaheim, California [loud pops], weighing in at 195 pounds, he is the SWF Light Heavyweight Champion.... EREK!! TAAAYYYLOOOORRRR!!!"

 

Erek breaks into a run, handing out high fives to this California crowd before entering the ring. The young fighter bursts back up before hopping to the top rope, absorbing the energy and excitement from the fans as he listens to the "Erek! Erek!" chants. The chants and cheers quickly disentrage, however, as JD's voice booms over the speakers....

 

"THIS IS MMMMYYYY HOOUUSSEEE!!!"

 

Boos. Thousands of them. "Fight Music" blasts out of the speakers as the Canadian Champion Jamie Drazon slowly walks out from the back, greeted with countless insults and disrespectful calls. JD ignores them all, showboating his Canadian title to Erek's LHW title. JD moves down the ramp, threatening the front row fans as he passes by.

 

"(Funyon) And his opponent, from Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada, weighing in at 250 pounds, he is the SWF Canadian Champion.... JAY.... DAAAAWWWWGGGGG!!!!!"

 

JD tosses his belt aside before ascending the apron. He quickly hops off though, as Erek Taylor lunges forward with a right!

 

"(NTD) Now that's just cheap! Let the guy get in first!"

 

JD waves his fingers, as to say "No no" to the young LHW Champion. JD quickly times his entrance and as Erek turns away, slides into the ring. JD quickly races forward but Matthew Kivell steps in the way, stopping the Canadian Champion in his tracks. Kivell calls for order, sending both combatants to separate corners before allowing this match to start.

 

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

 

"(Curry) And here we go. Erek Taylor, the Light Heavyweight Champion takes on the Canadian Champion, Jay Dawg."

 

The competitors begin to circle the ring, eyes locked in an intense stare. Erek moves from left to right, his arms up for blocking and his legs crouched, ready to launch up in an instant. JD spots everything, and unlike his past personalities, thinks up a plan in a split second. JD quickly lunges forward and swings a hard right, but Erek ducks under and spins around... only to get an elbow driven into his face! JD turns around and pummels the LHW Champion back with a right before thrusting his face forward, ramming Erek down with a headbutt.

 

"(NTD) Headbutt, and what a mighty fine one it is."

 

"(Curry) I saw nothing special about that."

 

"(NTD) Maybe it's because you're a fag."

 

"(Curry) Or maybe it's because you're a prick."

 

"(NTD) Enough. IT'S TIME TO DUEL!"

 

"(Curry) What?!"

 

Erek staggers back a bit, but catches his balance and swings a right, only to get it blocked. JD thrusts another fist forward, connecting it with Erek's chin and sending the LHW Champion staggering a few paces back. JD moves in, delivering another right, a third, a fourth, a fifth before finally forcing Erek into the corner. There, JD aims his assault at the source, repeatedly delivering kicks into Erek's right leg! The Light Heavyweight Champion grimaces in pain, but manages to catch one of JD's legs into the air. JD begins to hop, and instantly brings his free leg and swings it across Erek's face! The LHW Champion gets knocked back to the corner, where JD resumes his assault on Erek's leg.

 

"(Curry) Nice strategy by the Canadian Champion Jay Dawg, taking out Erek's legs so he can't jump, fly, or run."

 

"(NTD) It's not a nice strategy, it's a great strategy. Wonder why Thoth didn't think of that? It's simple. Da Pound OWNS the Clan!"

 

"(Curry) I beg to differ."

 

Kick after kick, Erek begins to feel his leg go numb. Quickly pondering up a defensive manuever, Erek puts it into action, diving out of the way and dodging a JD attack. JD moves towards Erek, but gets nailed in the gut by a rising body punch. Erek gets back up, lunging forward and landing a hard chop across JD's chest.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!"

 

SMACK!

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!"

 

SMACK!

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!"

 

Erek grabs JD by the wrist and hurls him to the ropes. JD rebounds, swinging his arm forward and not expecting Erek to jump into the air. Erek quickly hooks his legs around JD's neck before twisting it into the ground, nailing the Canadian Champion with a headscissors takedown! Erek quickly crawls over for the cover, and Kivell scrambles to follow up.

 

ONE!!!

 

TWO!!!

 

THRE- OOOOH!! JD shoots his shoulder forward, breaking the count at 3 1/2!

 

"(Curry) I guess JD's strategy didn't work after all. Erek seemed fine when he jumped so god damn high."

 

"(NTD) He's on drugs. I know it. I just know it."

 

"(Curry) Or maybe... he can jump."

 

"(NTD) No, it's not possible. He's on drugs. I'm gonna have to report this."

 

"(Curry) O brother...."

 

Erek grabs JD by the hair and brings the Canadian Champion up to his feet. With a swift right hand, Erek sends JD stumbling towards the ropes. But JD regains his footing and quickly retaliates with a right of his own, a punch with so much force, it floors Taylor with ease. Taylor bursts back up in an effort to show he's for real, only to get knocked down with another clothesline. JD pushes the rising Erek Taylor over to the corner before raining down a barrage of body punches on the LHW Champion. Taylor withers in pain as JD brings the young flyer forward, measuring him up and decking him with another hard right. Grabbing Erek by the wrist, JD hurls the LHW Champion across the ring before breaking off into a pursuit, arms extended and eyes burning with intensity.

 

"(Curry) JD getting his momentum going."

 

Erek rebounds, or so he wants you to think. The young flyer traps himself on the ropes and as JD races forward, lifts a boot up and drives it into JD's face, sending the Canadian Champion staggering the other way. Erek unties himself from the ropes and races forward. JD turns around and connects with a sudden right hand on the startled Erek Taylor, flooring the LHW Champion!

 

"(Curry) OOOH! Jay Dawg laid a trap for Erek Taylor all along! He allowed the former High Flyin' Prince to nail him in the face just so he can turn back and swing!"

 

"(NTD) You ever wonder why nobody calls Erek Taylor the High Flyin' Prince anymore?"

 

"(Curry) Yeah. Why?"

 

"(NTD) Because he's getting high only now. HA! Get it? Getting high?"

 

"(Curry) Sadly I do."

 

JD pushes Erek on to his back and lifts the right leg for the cover....

 

ONE!!!

 

TW- OOOH! JD tries another cover but Erek kicks out at two once again. JD brings the young flyer up to his feet before grabbing him by the wrist and hurling the LHW Champion to the ropes. Erek rebounds and swings a ferocious right, but JD ducks under and grabs hold of Erek's waist before hoisting the LHW Champion into the air and planting him into the canvas with a German Suplex! The ring shudders from the impact as JD brings Erek back up and delivers yet another german suplex!! JD continues to hold on, dragging Erek back up to his feet and attempting the third and final german suplex. But the flyer struggles, using his leg to struggle around. Erek shoots unaimed elbows to the back, hoping that at least one lands on JD's face. His hopes are answered and JD releases the hold, his face in pain. Erek races to the ropes, trying to build some momentum as he rebounds. The LHW Champion leaps into the air, bringing his forearm into clear view. But JD ducks under and grabs Erek by the waist before using the LHW Champion's momentum against him, hoisting Erek into the air and planting him to the ground with a furious belly to belly!!

 

"(Curry) OOOOH DEAR GOD! JD with a series of hard suplexes, and this one could be over right here and now."

 

"(NTD) Knew it. The kid can't stand up to the pressure. All the new ones always fall."

 

Taylor rolls out of the ring, his hand tending to his aching back as he retreats to the comfort of the announcers' table. No such comfort exists there as JD slides out of the ring and proceeds to hammer on Erek Taylor with repetitive rights and lefts before grabbing Erek by the hair and slamming his forehead on the padding of the table. The LHW Champion suddenly retaliates, swinging his right across, connecting it with JD's chin and sending the Canadian Champion staggering to the apron. Erek regains his composure, immediately moving in and spinning JD around...

 

SPLAH!! And Erek gets slapped in the face for all he's worth! A chorus of boos comes pouring down as JD continues his assault, grabbing Erek by the wrist and cannoning the Light Heavyweight Champion into the steel pole! Taylor gets spun out of control until he finally crashes into the barricades, where the front row fans immediately rise up and reach forward, tapping Erek on the back for countless moments. JD snarls at the scene, immediately racing forward and tossing Erek aside before throwing insults at the fans.

 

"(NTD) Yeah! Give some respect for the Canadian Champion!"

 

"(Curry) Why? Because he likes to insult people, hurt people when they're down, and can't take a joke?"

 

"(NTD) HELL YEAH!"

 

Security prevents the male fans from taking action, but take no such precaution towards the females, who instantaneously chucks their soda pop at the SWF wrestler, causing another wet spot on JD's body. JD lunges forward but his foot is caught on to something, and when JD and the rest of the world looks down, there's Erek Taylor, holding on as hard as he can. JD uses his free foot and kicks Erek square in the face before bringing the LHW Champion up to his feet and sliding him back into the ring, avoiding the countout being issued by Matthew Kivell. JD pushes Erek on his back and goes for the cover, only to get a kickout at two by Erek Taylor. JD grabs Erek by the leg, twisting it and forcing Erek on his stomach. JD cranks up the pressure, the pressure in which the ankle lock has famously been known to cause!

 

"(Curry) Jay Dawg now using his submission tactics, which has proven good to him the course of the last few months, where he has transformed his skill drastically."

 

"(NTD) He never transformed his skill. He was always this damn good. It's just that the Commissioner was a stupid Carnie fan back then. My my how times have changed."

 

JD increases the pressure, and Erek lets out his anguish, screaming at the top of his lungs. The fans, disgusted at the image, begin chanting for the LHW Champion, hoping that this will spark another comeback that Erek has been known for his entire career. JD continues the hold, and Erek tries to struggle out of it. No such luck. Erek extends his hand, almost getting a touch of the ropes when JD pulls Erek back to the center, dampening Erek's hopes. JD continues to apply the ankle lock, and when Kivell sees that Erek isn't going to give up, counts the five to force JD to release the hold. JD backs up, for a split second, before moving back in and mounting himself on Erek's back, grabbing Erek's weak leg and pulling it towards the opposite direction, trapping the Light Heavyweight Champion with the single crab leg hold.

 

"(Curry) JD, being his aggressive self as always. Seeing that his ankle lock didn't work, he went for the Crab instead. I have to admit, this may be an end to Erek Taylor's escapade."

 

"(NTD) Of sucking? No. It goes on for another year, I predict."

 

"(Curry) That's what you said about the Hville Thugg!"

 

"(NTD) No... shut up! I never said that about the big guy. HVT, I never said a word, please don't kill me!"

 

Erek extends his arm again, and this time, successfully circles his hand around the bottom rope. Kivell pushes JD off, separating the two combatants while Erek rises to his feet. JD shoves Kivell aside and moves towards Erek, decking the LHW Champion with a hard right before grabbing him by the wrist and hurling him across the ring. Erek rebounds, and JD quickly capitalizes on Erek's speed, dropping the LHW Champion into the crucifix kneebar! The hold begin to extend Erek's knee, but Erek struggles in the first phases, eventually battling out of the hold with fierce rights. JD backs up, Erek's retaliation unexpected. Erek moves in and blocks a JD punch before swinging one of his own, and connecting with JD's chin!

 

"(Curry) And again we see the 'momentum shifter'!"

 

"(NTD) You and your damn make believe words. They suck!"

 

"(Curry) I feel it's original."

 

"(NTD) And I feel it's original when I shove my foot down your throat."

 

Erek starts to battle back, raining down a barrage of rights and lefts and pushing JD further and further towards the ropes until finally, JD feels the hard rough surface of the top rope scraping against his back. Erek grabs JD by the wrist, and hurls him across the ring. JD rebounds, instinctively ducking a clothesline and quickly slamming on the brakes before spinning around and delivering a kick that doubles Taylor over. JD steps forward, hooking his arm around Erek's head before planting it to the ground, drilling Erek with a hard Evenflow DDT! JD drops for the cover but Erek reaches up and pulls JD down, instantaneously trapping the Canadian Champion with the cradle.

 

 

ONE!!!

 

TWO!!!

 

THR- OOOH! JD kicks out at the last second!

 

"(Curry) Erek Taylor almost pulled a fast one there!"

 

"(NTD) Yeah, but he didn't. That's the point, he didn't. What a pussy."

 

JD pops up to his feet, irate that a rookie could ever outsmart such a great Canadian Champion as he. JD brings Erek up in a hurry and clocks him with a right hook. JD moves in and delivers another right, a third, a fourth, a fifth before pushing Erek to the corner. JD breaks into a run and immediately swings his right arm forward, but Erek ducks under and JD gets nothing but padding! Erek spins JD around and lashes out with a hard chop across JD's chest.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!"

 

SMACK!

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!"

 

SMACK!

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!"

 

Erek grabs JD by the wrist and whips him to the ropes, or tries to whip him to the ropes. JD counters the whip with a whip of his own, sending Erek Taylor racing across the ring. Erek rebounds and JD squares up, quickly tripping the Light Heavyweight Champion down with a scissors sweep. JD tries locking in the single crab again but Taylor struggles out, crawling back to his feet. JD races forward, but Taylor ducks under, letting the momentum carry JD to the ropes. JD rebounds and Taylor wisely catches the Canadian Champion by the waist before hoisting him into the air and planting him into the canvas with a diving spinebuster! The crowds roar with approval as Erek brings JD's legs up into a "V" formation before crossing it up and spinning around to lock JD in the Sharpshooter!

 

"(Curry) Sharpshooter! Sharpshooter!"

 

"(NTD) OH MY GOD!! I'VE SEEN THIS MOVE BEFORE!! NOTHING SPECIAL!!"

 

"(Curry) You *had* to ruin my moment."

 

"(NTD) Of course. I hate moments of yours. They suck. They suck big."

 

"(Curry) Grrr......"

 

"(NTD) That's right, growl your anger away."

 

JD begins to grimace in pain, flailing in a frenzy but manages to regain his composure and reach the ropes. Kivell forces the hold off, allowing JD to slowly rise to his feet after a brief moment of anguish. Erek doesn't stop there, moving forward and decking JD with a hard right hand. Erek grabs JD by the wrist and hurls him across the ring, but JD retaliates with another counter whip. Erek rebounds forcefully off the ropes, right into a kick to the gut given by JD. With the LHW Champion doubled over, JD quickly grabs Erek's arms and crosses it up under the LHW Champion's throat. Quickly mounting himself on Erek's head, JD easily gets Erek into a standing headscissors.

 

"(Curry) Uh oh, here it comes! Revenge!! JD'S REVENGE!!"

 

"(NTD) YES! YES! YES!"

 

But as JD prepares to leap into the air, Erek quickly uses one of his legs and shoots it upwards, and somehow nails JD in the face!! JD staggers back and Erek bursts back up, quickly lunging forward and nailing JD across the chest with a hard chop.

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!"

 

SMACK!

 

"(Crowds) OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!"

 

Erek grabs JD by the wrist and hurls the Canadian Champion across the ring before moving a few steps forward to set up. JD rebounds, cueing Erek to leap into the air. Erek quickly presses himself on JD's chest, and pushes the Canadian Champion to the ground before circling a left hand around JD's throat and laying down a barrage of rights to the Champion of all Maple Leafs.

 

"(Curry) Oh hear hee! Erek got out of the Revenge and has now come back with a modified Lou Thesz Press!"

 

"(NTD) That's what you get for trusting in a Pound member. They're all dogs, I tell ya! DOGS!!"

 

"(Curry) You're calling the Hville Thugg a dog?"

 

"(NTD) You heard me say it once, so I'm not going to say it again. Filthy!"

 

Erek doesn't hold back, releasing a wave of punches that seem to last forever. Finally, Kivell steps in to part the two combatants, but not before Erek hands JD a slap across the face. JD infuriates, immediately shoving Kivell aside and lunging towards the LHW Champion. JD decks Erek with a hard right before moving in and delivering another. JD delivers a third right hand,  a fourth, a fifth before grabbing Erek by the wrist and whipping him towards the buckles. JD instantaneously breaks into pursuit, his arms stretched out for a clothesline. But Erek anticipates the attack, hearing JD running right after him. Putting two and two together, Erek quickly counters the move, racing up the turnbuckle before launching into the air! JD runs right into the buckles before Erek drops down from the air and delivers a dropkick to the backside of JD's head!

 

"(NTD) Okay, I'll admit it. The kid can fly."

 

"(Curry) Better than you?"

 

"(NTD) No. Never. Never better than me."

 

Taylor pops back up to his feet and turns JD around, only to get knocked in the face with a sudden headbutt! JD stumbles back though, his head now roaming the lands of dizziness, giving Erek an endless opportunity to attack. Erek doesn't disappoint, lunging forward on the rebound and delivering a hard right, forcing JD to the turnbuckles. Once there, Erek begins shooting his right leg forward repeatedly, nailing JD in the body again and again. JD crosses his arms, trying to protect himself from the fury of Taylor's kicks but the Canadian Champion knows it's no use, and quickly dives out of the way during a brief pause. Erek stalks JD from behind and as the Canadian Champion rises to his feet, Taylor races in to plant him to the canvas with a one handed bulldog! The momentum doesn't stop, carrying Erek to the ropes in an instant. Taylor rebounds and drops an elbow into JD's gut before hooking the leg for the cover.

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THRE- OOOOH!!

 

"(Curry) What a bulldog! You could see the ring shake!"

 

"(NTD) Now you're just exaggerating. The ring didn't shake."

 

Erek quickly brings JD up to his feet, just to double him over with a kick to the gut. Stepping a feet forward, Taylor hooks his arm around JD's head before wrenching the Canadian Champion's entire body, so their backs are face to face. The fans begin to scream the name, chanting the move that has brought down so many...

 

"FAME AND FURY! FAME AND FURY! FAME AND FURY!"

 

But sadly, it shall not happen. JD breaks away, spins around and floors Taylor with a superkick! The Canadian Champion staggers a bit before grabbing Erek by the hair and bringing the LHW Champion back up to his feet. A swift right and JD sends Erek stumbling towards the ropes. JD grabs Erek by the wrist and hurls him over to the corner before racing in and decking Taylor with a clothesline. The impact staggers Taylor forward, and JD capitalizes, grabbing Erek by the wrist and hurls him to the opposite corner, hard. Taylor staggers forward, arching his back in pain as JD limps in to deliver a hard right.

 

"(Curry) And since Erek got out of the Revenge, it's only fitting that Jay Dawg gets out of the Fame and Fury."

 

"(NTD) Rightfully said."

 

JD delivers a kick to the gut, doubling Erek over before attempting to set the LHW Champion up for the crossarmed Pedigree once more! JD gets as far as hooking Erek's arms around his throat but no further, as Erek tears himself away from JD's grasps. JD lets out a loud sigh before racing forward and swinging a hard right.... and missing! Erek ducks under and races to the ropes, bouncing off and ducking another clothesline from JD! Erek rebounds for a second time, and quickly dives into the air, bringing a forearm across JD's head, flooring the Canadian Champion to the ground! The momentum carries Erek back up, and the LHW Champion quickly brings JD up as well before doubling him over with a kick to the gut. Erek wrenches JD's head until their backs are face to face but JD pulls forward, attempting to trap Erek into a backslide! Erek struggles, and pulls JD back up. The two engage in a struggle before Erek finally breaks free. JD turns around and lunges forward, only to get stopped in his tracks with another boot. This time, Erek wrenches JD's head in an instant, and holds on to the Canadian Champ's neck before pulling it down into a sitout neckbreaker... FAME AND FURY!!! The ring rumbles from the impact, which sends JD flying into the air before gravity ultimately takes over. The crowds roar with approval as Erek crawls over and hooks JD by the leg....

 

ONE!!!

 

 

TWO!!!

 

 

THREE!!!

 

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

 

"(Funyon) The winner of this match..... EREK.... TAAAYYYLLLOOORR!!!"

 

"Downfall" plays to the cheers and chants of the crowds, who are jumping up and down, shaking the very foundations of the Arrowhead Pond!

 

"(NTD) Not this again!"

 

"(Curry) Erek Taylor pulls out somewhat of an upset, I guess."

 

"(NTD) Somewhat? Jay Dawg was the Canadian Champion man! DA POUND!! HE BEAT THE DAWG!!! Wait, here we go. Da Pound to the rescue!"

 

The cheers quickly give the old switcheroo, transforming into boos as Sacred races down the ramp. The other half of the SWF Tag Team Champions slides into the ring, diving forward at a rising Erek Taylor and clocking the LHW Champion with *real* gold! TAG TEAM GOLD!!!

 

"(Crowds) BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

 

"(NTD) Haha! That's right, lil kid! Long Live Da Pound!"

 

Sacred helps JD back up, who delivers one sweeping kick to the downed LHW Champion before exiting the ring as brothers in arms.

 

"(Curry) Sickening. Just when Erek Taylor thinks he won, Sacred comes down to help his friend, nailing the Light Heavyweight Champion with the Tag Title."

 

The Anaheim crowd is booing louder than usual, airing out whatever hatred they have in them to JD and Sacred, who disappear into the curtains and away from this Southern California mob.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The door to Da Pound locker room flies open and walks HVT.  Sacred sits alone in the room, seemingly preparing himself for the main event.

 

(HVT) – Yo dogg…

 

(Sacred) – Oh, hey.  You ready for tonight?

 

HVT glances around for a minute…

 

(HVT) – Almost.

 

(Sacred) – What’s up?

 

(HVT) – Yo, I need you for something.

 

(Sacred) – Ummm…ok?  What is it…

 

(HVT) – Just come on…I’ll explain on the way.

 

Sacred looks at HVT with some skepticism, and then gets up.

 

(Sacred) – Yeah.

 

HVT and Sacred leave the locker room, leaving everyone sort of confused…as they should be.

 

(Curry) – What the hell was that?  What’s Thugg up to?

 

(NTD) – I don’t know, but he better not mess with King’s plans for tonight!!

 

(Curry) – Oh, I’m sure it does!

 

Cut to commercial.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

(Curry) – And we’re back…live on SWF Storm!

 

(NTD) – Hey!  There’s Fallout.  Wonder where he’s headed?

 

Sure enough, Fallout is walking down a corridor, the fans heard booing from ringside.  Fallout walks hastily around a corner, and as soon as he turns…

 

WHAM!

 

…he is decked by a punch from Scared!!

 

(Curry) – HOLY SHIT!!  THAT’S SACRED!!!

 

(NTD) – AND THE HVILLE THUGG!!!

 

(Curry) – THEY’RE ATTACKING FALLOUT!!!

 

Fallout staggers back up to his feet, but he is floored by another punch from Sacred, who follows up the punch by jumping on Fallout and pounding his dome with mounted punches.

 

(HVT) – MOVE!

 

Sacred dives to the side as HVT does down with a huge steel chair…RIGHT ON FALLOUT’S HEAD!!

 

(Curry) – OH MY GOD!  THE HVILLE THUGG AND SACRED ARE DESTROYING FALLOUT!!  THUGG JUST CREAMED FALLOUT’S HEAD WITH THAT CHAIR!!

 

Fallout holds his head while he squirms on the floor in pain as HVT brings the chair down again on Fallout’s head!!

 

(NTD) – JESUS!!

 

(Curry) – SOMEONE GET OUT THERE!!  SOMEONE STOP THESE TWO!!

 

HVT tosses the chair to Sacred, who proceeds to get a shot in of his own.  Sacred raises up again for another shot, but HVT grabs him on the shoulder as he hears running in the distance.

 

(HVT) – Yo!  Let’s roll!

 

HVT and Sacred flee the scene just before 5 or 6 referees show up.

 

(Curry) – I can’t believe those two!!  What the hell?!?

 

(NTD) – You don’t think…

 

(Curry) – Thugg and Sacred just destroyed Fallout!!  What’s this gonna do to tonight’s main event??

[Guest BA_Baracus]

“Rrrrright now!”  “Anarchy in the UK” kicks up and the Arrowhead Pond wastes no time in going funky-monkey!  Fresh off a brutal backstage assault from Da Pound, a bit of fan favorite fun is in order!

 

Curry: “We’re almost to our main event, folks, but first we’ve got a no-disqualification match-up lined up between two unlikely opponents!”

 

NTD: “Yeah, two pussies!  Like a Carnie knows how to get down blood-style!”

 

Curry: “NTD, you rolling chode, don’t you know your history?  The man making his way down the ramp right now is a former hardcore champion!”

 

Funyon: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a no-disqualification match-up!  Entering first, weighing in at 260 pounds, hailing from Naptown, he is a member of the Midnight Carnival, Johnny ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!”

 

NTD: “Man, Funyon loves him some vowels.”

 

Curry: “Can’t argue with that.”

 

Johnny Rotten stomps down the ramp, grinning and raising the roof like the crowd whore he’s slowly becoming to a wave of cheers (woo-hoo), climbing into the ring and scanning the perimeter for assorted hardcore elements.  

 

Curry: “Rotten has a lot to prove tonight, NTD.  After beating Thug once, and then coming so close to beating the Hville Thugg one more time for the world title last week, Rotten lost a brutal hardcore title match to Stryke.  He’s still got some momentum, but a win tonight would really revive his quest towards the top of the card!”

 

NTD: “And who better for him to slaughter…”

 

Suddenly, the lights in the arena drop out and the hum of “Battleflag” by the Lo-Fidelity All-Stars rings through the arena.  Silhouettes fade in and out on the Smarktron, and a voice rises up from the back, overpowering still-louder cheers…

 

Edwin: “Try as they might, the powers-that-be can’t stop us!  USA!  You know, that’s an MC Hammer song?  He’s making a comeback!  ‘USA—Can’t Stop Us’—doesn’t do much for me, personally, but more power to the Hammerman!  Now that the most important business has been dealt with, Johnny, the commishes wants us to tangle, but more importantly, so do the fans!  And for the fans, we shall do all and everlong!  Kapow!  Heeeeeeeere’s Eddie!”

 

Columns of silver and red pyro erupt as the vocals of “Battleflag” drop in, and the crowd again gives a rousing ovation, this time for the leader of the Midnight Carnival!

 

Funyon: “And his opponent, weighing in at 239 pounds and hailing from Amsterdam, England, he is the crown prince of flash and panache, the leader of the Midnight Carnival—Edwin MacPhistOOOOO!”

 

The Mac Daddy appears at the top of the ramp, shadowboxing his way down to the ring very quickly, whipping off his coat and sunglasses and flinging them aside.  He pounds his fist on the union jack across his muscle shirt and knocks fists with Rotten, who smiles and nods to him.

 

Curry: “They’re wasting no time tonight, and the crowd is loving them for it…”

 

Under a wall of immense cheers, the bell rings, and the two teammates step forward and extend arms one more time, drawing a pop for the handshake…that Rotten yanks straight into a lock-up!  The surge of power topples Edwin forward and surprises him, but the Mac Daddy gets his balance up to speed and matches Rotten in a collar-and-elbow.  

 

NTD: “You see that!  Rotten’s gone heel, I knew it!”

 

Curry: “Christ NTD, what are you on?  All he did was go for the early advantage.  Rotten’s coming off two hard losses in a row, one against Thugg for the World Title and one for Stryke’s hardcore belt!  There’s no shame in either of those defeats, but Rotten fancies himself a hardcore specialist.  While Edwin’s just trying to survive tonight to get to the PPV with Thugg and Bo, Rotten’s got something to prove!”  

 

In the ring, Rotten starts to power forward with his slight height and weight advantage, and feeling this, Edwin unhooks his right arm and jabs it into Rotten’s side!  Johnny falters for just a moment, but it’s enough for Edwin to roll around the back and cinch a rear waistlock.  The crowd roars as Edwin pulls back—no, Rotten reaches his arms forward and grabs Edwin’s hands, trying to unclasp them from his waist.  

 

Curry: “Rotten blocks the German suplex, but can he get free from Edwin’s grasp?”  

 

Quickly locking his fingers, Rotten raises and drops a sledge of a fist on Edwin’s knuckles, drawing a mild yelp of pain…and a release!  Rotten spins with a right hook, but before he can connect Edwin gets an elbow up and nails a smash to the temple!  Rotten spins rrright back to where he came from and Edwin re-loads the waistlock, this time meeting no resistance as he vaults backwards…and hold Rotten up high!

 

NTD: “It’s a no-dq match, you tool!  Stop showboating and start killing.”  

 

To the count of three Edwin keeps Rotten high, then falls back to complete the delayed German suplex!  Both men spring up relatively quickly, Rotten briefly clutching at his back, giving Edwin just the right opening to grab his other arm and Irish whip him across the ring.  The recently stripped deputy commish bounces back as Edwin ducks a shoulder, hoisting Rotten up into a fireman’s carry!

 

Curry: “Early Sound Check!  Edwin’s using his big hitters hard and fast to try and end this without going hardcore!”  

 

Edwin starts to go for the spinning neckbreaker, but before he can snag the facelock Rotten flips out of the hold, landing on his feet a meter or so behind Edwin!  The Mac Daddy turns, but he’s too late—Rotten barrels forward and levels him with a beastly clothesline!  The crowd pops, not sure of which Carnie to cheer—so they opt for both!

 

NTD: “That’s what MacPhisto gets for all his fancy crap!  Finish the match without going hardcore—pfft!  And this guy calls himself a fan’s wrestler…”

 

Curry: “NTD, I think the fans would be a lot happier seeing Edwin MacPhisto win the world title off of the unstoppable HVille Thugg at Crossfire than they would be with him just throwing chair shots left and right!”

 

NTD: “That’s for me to know and you to find out!”

 

Curry: “What?  That doesn’t make any sense at all!  Edwin must be writing this really fast—wait, there’s a cover!”

 

Rotten falls over MacPhisto after the clothesline, and the ref drops to count!

ONE!

 

T—and Edwin gets the easy escape.  Undeterred, Rotten pulls his Carnie Captain to his feet and whips him across the ring—no, Edwin plants a foot and reverses the whip!   The crowd pops but before he can release Rotten, Johnny plants his own feet and turns the whip into a spinning arm-wrench!  He pulls Edwin in to face him, scores a monster knee-lift to the gut, and then transitions back into his original whip!

 

Curry: “Impressive reversal sequence, ending with Rotten fazing the World Title contender!”

 

NTD: “Impressive like a rim job…”

 

Curry: “You’re high, aren’t you?”

 

Edwin bounces back but, breathless from the knee-lift, can muster no more than a clothesline—which Rotten soundly ducks and takes right into a full-nelson counter!

 

BAM!

 

Curry: “Rotten Mistake!  The big full-nelson bomb could put Edwin down for good!”

 

NTD: “I hope not!  Bloooooooood!”

 

Rotten hooks Edwin’s leg for the cover!

 

ONE!

 

TWO!

 

TH—the Mac Daddy kicks out!  Rotten, surprised, hooks the leg again, this time holding tighter!

 

ONE!

 

TWO—and Edwin kicks out once more!  A frustrated Rotten shrugs to the crowd, then leaves Edwin to recover on his own, because he’s got business outside the ring!  No-DQ business!  Hoo-hah!

 

Wait, shouldn’t the commentators be saying this stuff?  

 

Shh.

 

If you’re reading this, and I bet you aren’t, I want you to put the phrase “Cinnamon toast crunch r0x0rz” in the comments thread.  That’ll prove your worth.

 

Back to wrestling.

 

Curry: “That was surreal!”

 

NTD: “Huh?”

 

Curry: “Ugh…”

 

NTD: “Da ‘Really High’ NTD.”

 

Curry: “Mothernature says, shouldn’t we really be watching as Rotten ducks outside of the ring, goes under the apron, and pulls out a fire extinguisher to a big pop, producing the first outside element into this no-disqualification match-up!”

 

NTD: “But you knew that.”

 

Curry: “B ‘Yeah I did but fuck fuck fuck’ O.”

 

Rotten rolls into the ring as battling seizure robots overtake NTD and Curry.  He cradles the fire extinguisher in the crook of his arm like a big red carbon dioxide vomiting baby as he gets to his feet.  Edwin has recovered from the Rotten Mistake and is on his way up, when Rotten grins and lunges forward, swinging the extinguisher!

 

ROBOT 0: “LOOK OUT DUCK”

 

ROBOT 1: “BLOOD AND NUT”

 

Edwin gets to his feet…and drops right back down to his knees as Robot 1’s pleas are answered!  Rotten has to follow through thanks to the weight of the extinguisher, and Edwin takes control, rising with a roundhouse kick—that Rotten blocks with the fire extinguisher!  Edwin’s foot gets caught on the extinguisher, and instinctively he leaps for an enziguiri, drawing a big pop from the crowd, but Rotten jerks the extinguisher backward, then powers it forward, crushing Edwin’s leading ankle!  Edwin howls in pain and stumbles backward, barely having enough awareness to catch the fire extinguisher when Rotten throws it at him.  This distraction enabled, Rotten charges forward to spear Edwin down, but Edwin comes to life and sideswipes him in the gut with the tip of the extinguisher!  For no good reason at all other than the fact that it’s kind of silly to use a fire extinguisher if you’re not going to have it spray white stuff everywhere, white stuff sprays everywhere, momentarily blinding Rotten!  

 

ROBOT 1: “WHITE STUFF CAME OUT OF THE LONG RED THING”

 

ROBOT 0: “I HATE YOU”

 

Edwin drops the extinguisher and Rotten stumbles right into the Crown Prince’s arms for a front facelock…and Edwin falls back, drilling Rotten’s head into the extinguisher to a big CLANG and a bigger crowd pop!  Under the impact, the extinguisher rolls out of the ring, falling aside uselessly, and Edwin follows suit, clutching at his crushed ankle but falling with a little more use!

 

ROBOT 0: “THE NEW WEEZER ALBUM BLOWS”

 

ROBOT 1: “COME ON, I LIKE DOPE NOSE”

 

ROBOT 0: “CHOMP MY MECHANICAL BOOTY”

 

ROBOT 1: “YESSIR”

 

ROBOT 0: “NO I DIDN’T MEAN THAT LITERALLY”

 

But it is too late.  Robot 1 tosses Robot 0’s electronic salad while Edwin searches for a weapon and Rotten clutches at his skull.  Suddenly, a big roar rises through the crowd as Curry and NTD comes leaping over the guardrail!  Curry takes Robot 0 over his shoulders and drills him with the Spicy Drop, frying his circuitboard, and NTD hits a triple nutshot on the exuberant Robot 1, who giggles thrice and dies of digital orgasm!

 

Curry: “That was bizarre…”

 

NTD: “I’m reminded of Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey.”

 

Curry: “Me too—but more importantly, look at what’s happened while we disappeared into the crowd somehow so we could leap back over the guardrail to stop the robot menace that for some reason was invading!  Edwin and Rotten are getting hardcore!  This is exactly what King wanted—to pit these two against each other and let MacPhisto get clobbered before the PPV, while at the same time humiliating the man who King replaced as deputy commissioner!”

 

Meanwhile, Edwin continues his voyage out of the ring, leaving Rotten laying on the ground in agony. The crowd hanging over the barricade cheers wildly for him, as he goes for a chair. Yanking it from underneath NTD who seems none to happy about the situation (particularly since he just defeated the robot menace to reacquire his seat) Edwin immediately slides it into the ring. Rotten rolls over, starting to stand as Edwin slides in himself, reaching his feet, and bending down to pick up the chair as Rotten slams hit foot hard onto it, causing Edwin to gape as Rotten uses the other leg to kick him in the face.

 

Curry: "Quick wits from Rotten."

 

NTD (standing): "Edwin's a thief!  I fought hard for that chair!"

 

Rotten spins using the foot that was residing on the chair to kick Edwin once more in the face, causing him to back up to grasp at his face. Johnny stands up, opening the chair, and setting it down before running towards Edwin with a clothesline that is reversed into an armlock, but before it can be applied sufficiently, Rotten twists around onto MacPhisto's back, and applies the Rotten Spike. Edwin grabs a hold of the ropes, but the referee just stands there and watches Edwin squirm.

 

NTD: "A thief, and a moron. This is a no disqualification match, and he's trying to use the ropes to save him."

 

Curry: "He's not used to matches like this, he's too busy chasing Thugg for the World Title."

 

NTD: "A chase he'll never win."

 

Eddie Mac starts to flail in a seizure like state. Rotten's thumb is firmly planted into his neck, and the sweat starts rolling down Eddie's brow causing a small puddle on the mat. Rotten sees that there is no way that Edwin will submit, and he doesn't want to hurt his partner, and fellow Carnie, so releases the hold, and in doing so, Edwin turns to his back in a vengeful way hitting a low blow which causes Rotten immense testicular pain. He pounds on the mat in agony, as Edwin regains his strength, holding on to his neck.

 

NTD: "Edwin low blowed Rotten!"

 

Curry: "He didn't know what he was doing, the Rotten Spike is one of the most dangerous moves if held on for a long time. It was purely a reactionary sequence."

 

NTD: "We'll see if Rotten feels the same way about it."

 

Rotten continues to agonize on the mat. Edwin sees this, and checks to make sure Rotten is all right, taking a vicious boot to the face which sounds electrifies the entire arena. The pop generates a buzz throughout as both men are starting to get pissed off. Emotion is taking over as Edwin walks over to the corner to grab a chair as Rotten continues to claw at the mat for the pain to cease. Edwin takes hold of the chair, slapping it against his own hand before walking back to Rotten, kicking him in the side to turn him over, and dropping the chair on his back vertically. Edwin poses for a moment as the crowd cheers wildly, before dropping his knees on to the chair, grasping at Rotten's neck, and legs. Turning over, he locks on a bow and arrow with a chair causing extra pain as Edwin's knees thrust the chair into Rotten's back. Upside-down, and in intense pain, he cries out but Edwin continues to pull with all of his might when just then, the crowd starts to boo. Edwin attempts to look around, but is in a rather precarious position. Just then, he feels the mat move, and let's Rotten go just in time to watch a huge chuck of man that is the H-Ville Thugg pounce down on his body.

 

Curry: "Thugg just squashed Edwin! He shouldn't be down here!!!"

 

NTD: "This is a NO DQ match, and it's perfectly accept... ohhhhh (Thugg picks Edwin up, and powerbombs him hard to the mat.)... acceptable for him to be down here."

 

Thugg lifts Edwin up by his hair, and spits in his face as he is left hanging by the threads of his hair. The crowd's boos intensify as Thugg mocks Edwin. A hard swing occurs as Rotten knocks Thugg over the head with the chair that was just used in the bow and arrow lock. The crowd rejoices as Thugg falls over flat, dropping Edwin and hitting the mat to a loud thud that echoes around the arena. Rotten drops the chair, and lifts Thugg to his feet, locking in the Rotten Uranage, and quickly nailing it to not allow any time for escape. Thugg is out cold on the ground, as Rotten picks up the chair. Edwin rustles to his feet, and upon seeing Edwin, Rotten swings knocking Edwin to the ground in one fell swoop. The crowd has mixed reactions, but Rotten seems indifferent taking turns swinging at Thugg, and Edwin.

 

Curry: "Is Rotten more concerned with winning the match, or subduing Thugg?"

 

NTD: "I'm not quite sure, but watching him swing away at both Thugg and Edwin seems to show that both are equally as important at the moment."

 

Rotten looks confused as to where to turn next, as immediately goes for Edwin considering he is the only man that can actually be pinned in this match. Rotten clasps Edwin's wrist, and Irish whips him to the corner, charging in with an Avalanche, but keeping him there, and quickly locks both of his legs in the corner.

 

Curry: "Rotten's going to hit the Shattered Dreams on Edwin!"

 

Rotten then turns to Thugg, and charges towards him with a sit-down dropkick to disorient him. Lifting his large body up, Rotten quickly hits a DDT. Edwin is starting to attempt to escape from the corner, and Rotten takes note of this, grabbing the chair, and charging in with a baseball style swing knocking Edwin out again. The crowd is going nuts, and yet seems rather reserved at Edwin being knocked out. Rotten uses the adjacent corner, and Irish whips Thugg into it, Charging in as well, and setting up his legs in the corner. This takes time as his large legs are like tree trunks, but he is locked in as well.

 

Curry: "What is Rotten planning on doing?'

 

NTD: "He lost his change at the World Title, and the Hardcore title, yet he's worked Thugg and Edwin into a tailspin."

 

Curry: "This is his style of match, He is trying to prove that he is still the Hardcore god."

 

Rotten charges in for the Shattered Dreams towards Thugg, but he wriggles free in the nick of time to catch Johnny Rotten by the throat. Taking a few steps to orient himself, and setup a better position, he hits the Untamed, spinning around several rotations, and holding Rotten high into the air before slamming him down. Edwin manages to wiggle out of his situation as well, watching Rotten hit the mat with intensity as Thugg seems pissed off. Thug’s original target was Edwin MacPhisto himself, but he's had to spend most of his time dealing with the man he fought a week ago for his world title. Edwin dives towards Thugg, hitting a spinning heel kick that knocks him to the ropes. MacPhisto stands, and hits an uppercut palm strike that sends Thugg up and over the top rope, and to the floor. MacPhisto turns to help Rotten to his feet making sure he's all right.

 

Curry: "Edwin and Rotten have taken care of Thugg for the moment."

 

NTD: "Yeah, but it took the both of them to do so."

 

Rotten is held up by Edwin at the moment, as he continues to check on him. The Untamed has taken it's toll, as Rotten looks over at Edwin, and realizes where he is, Johnny clasps Edwin's arms together, and spins around before lifting him up and hitting the Rotten Day!!!!

 

Curry: "EDWIN WAS HELPING ROTTEN!!@!#"

 

NTD: "They are fighting each other, what do you expect?!?!"

 

Rotten falls on Edwin's body for the cover as a mixture of cheers and boos surges through the arena...

 

1.........

2.........

3.........

 

DING DING DING!

 

“Rrrright now!”  The crowd pops for the victory, and Rotten sits up, amazed!  He did it!

 

“I can’t believe it, NTD!  Johnny Rotten just stole a victory over Edwin MacPhisto, and it’s all the Thugg’s fault!”

 

“Your winner,” bellows Funyon, “as a result of pinfall—JOHNNY ROOOOOTTEN!”

 

“We can always count on Thugg to cause dissent between Carnies!” cackles NTD.  The referee raises Rotten’s hand as Edwin stumbles up to his feet, only now figuring out what happened.  He glares at a Rotten for a second and steps towards him, drawing a pop from the crowd…

 

…and an even bigger pop as he grins and raises Rotten’s other arm high into the air!

 

“And MacPhisto, the good sport, takes it in stride!  Too many people have tried this before on the Carnies, and it never works!” says Curry.  “Edwin knows who his beef’s with tonight, and sure isn’t Rotten…it’s that man, that big monster creeping out of the arena.”  As Curry waxes on and the celebration for Rotten continues, Edwin jogs towards the ropes and points up the ramp at the retreating Thugg, rubbing his jaw and still sour at Edwin’s rude dismissal of him from the ring.  Edwin slings words left and right, pantomiming wild gestures under the continuing riffs of “Anarchy in the UK,” but Thugg just glares and backs up the ramp.  As he reaches the entrance ramp, he laughs, then throws back the curtain and disappears from sight.  “Thugg thinks he’s so great, sticking his nose in everybody’s business tonight!  He and Sacred have already taken out Fallout, and now the big man himself came after the Carnival—but this time, Edwin and Rotten were able to hold him off.”

 

“Not on Sunday, though!” cackles NTD.  “It’s going to be Bo and Edwin in that ring with Thugg, and no Rotten to be backing the Mac Daddy up!  Last man standing, woo!  I’m getting wet without even trying.”

 

“So totally didn’t need to hear that, Nathaniel.  Anyway folks, we’ve still got one helluva main event lined up, though it looks like Da Pound have forced us into something different than originally planned!  The main event is up next, so stay tuned!”

 

We cut to commercial on Edwin ascending the turnbuckle as best he can, holding his arms high into the air and drawing the pops of the crowd as Rotten goes to the next turnbuckle and does the same…

[Guest BA_Baracus]

SWF Storm returns to the air, and we are taken immediately back stage where we see Fallout being placed on a stretcher by several paramedics.  On the scene is King, who is pacing frantically and holding his head, obviously stressed out.

 

(Curry) – We’re back folks, and what a frantic scene it is back stage.  Fallout, who was victim of a brutal attack earlier, is being treated right now.  We’ve been given work that he has a pretty serious concussion, and he’s being taken to a local hospital.

 

(NTD) – Geez, what an attack.  I’m sorry, but I can’t condone that behavior from Thugg…what was he trying to do with that?

 

(Curry) – I think it’s pretty obvious what he was trying to do.  He’s done it too because Fallout can’t compete in tonight’s main event.

 

Suddenly, King’s voice breaks in as he screams over top of the announcers.

 

(King) – GODDAMMIT!!!  THUGG!!  WHERE IS THUGG?!?  HAS ANYONE SEEN THE HVILLE THUGG!!  GODDAMMIT!  WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS AROUND THAT PIECE OF SHIT!

 

Seemingly out of no where, Bo walk into view, startling King who jumps back.

 

(Bo) – Yo, what happened?

 

(King) – Have you seen Thugg?!?

 

(Bo) – Not since earlier.

 

(King) – Fuck!  He’s done it again!  Fallout’s out…he can’t compete.

 

(Bo) – {sarcastically) Yeah, cuz I care.

 

(King) – He was your tag team partner you shithead.

 

(Bo) – Well, he ain’t no more.  Check it though…give me Thugg.  Make it a singles match, and let me have Thugg.

 

(King) – Hey…you got the right idea.  A singles match…yeah.  That’s what I’ll do…except…I’m not giving you Thugg.  No…that’s what he wants, and I’m not gonna give him the satisfaction.

 

(Bo) – Yo, I’ll whoop his fuckin’ ass son…let me have him.

 

(King) – No, no…Thugg did this because he must want to face you tonight.  No, I’m not gonna do it.  Instead, you’re gonna face Sacred in a singles match.  Yeah, that’ll work. I’ll deal with Thugg myself.

 

(Bo) – Whatever yo…you trippin’.  You need to just let me at him.

 

(King) – You’ll get your chance next Sunday.  I got something for his ass though.

 

Bo shakes his head annoyingly and leaves the scene as King begins to hold his head again.  He paces the scene as the paramedics close the door to the ambulance.  King nods a thank you to them, and then the medic vehicle drives away.  King turns to head back to his office when, he is met face to face with the HVille Thugg!

 

(Curry) – Wait!  There’s Thugg!!

 

(King) – You son of a bitch!  You fucked up my main event…again!  What the fuck is your problem.

 

(HVT) – Yo man, I ain’t got no problem.  I got what I want…I got Bo and Edwin next Sunday, and it seems like I’ve got the night off.  So, I ain’t got no mutha fuckin’ problem.  Why, you got a problem cuz?

 

(King) – You goddamn right I got a problem.

 

(HVT) – Whoa there.  You’re awfully ballsy tonight.  Why you gettin’ all swolle’ up like that…takin’ in all that air.  What you gonna do King…you wanna go?

 

(King) – Yo, I’m retired, so I’m not gonna fight you.  But just know that if I did, even having not trained at all for several months, I could still kick your ass just like I did way back when.

 

HVT start to fume as King gains just a little bit more confidence than HVT is used to seeing around the former Gambling Man.

 

(HVT) – Whatever yo…Unless you tryin’ to throw down, I’m gonna bounce.  I’m gonna enjoy my night off.

 

(King) – You better enjoy it, because it’ll be your last for a while.

 

(HVT) – What?

 

(King) – That’s right.  I know you’re used to getting the Smarkdown before the PPV off, but not this time.  You’ve fucked with me for the last time!  So, on Smarkdown…just 6 days before Crossfire, you will put step into the ring with……

 

{Wait for it}

 

 

 

 

 

{Keep waiting}

 

 

 

 

 

{A little more}

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{Almost there}

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(King) - …CHRIS RAYNOR!!!

 

(Curry) – OH MY GOD!!

 

(HVT) – Fine yo…

 

(King) – I’M NOT DONE!  YOUWILL FACE CHRIS RAYNOR INSIDE A STEEL CAGE!!

 

You can hear the crowd gasping and cheering from ringside.

 

(King) – ON SMARKDOWN, YOU WILL FACE CHRIS RAYNOR, INSIDE A STEEL CAGE…FOR THE SWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!!

 

(Curry) – WHAT!!!!

 

(NTD) – WHAT!!!!

 

The fans go absolutely nuts!!  The screaming is so loud, that King must pause because he isn’t used to that kind of reaction.

 

(King) – THAT’S RIGHT!!  WHO’S IN CHARGE NOW, BITCH!

 

(HVT) – You’re fuckin’ dead…

 

(King) – Oh, and before I forget…There will be some special referees for this cage match!!

 

(Curry) – Are you kidding me?  Specially referees!!  This is crazy!

 

(King) – That’s right!!  Inside the ring, calling it down the middle will be……EDWIN MACPHISTO!!!

 

The crowd erupts, but King cuts them off.

 

(King) – And monitoring the outside of the ring will be…oh, you’re gonna like this…BO!!!

 

Now the fans just can’t stop exploding as HVT fumes in his place, completely stunned by King’s new set of testicles.

 

(King) – That’s right!!  You will put your title on the line in a cage match with Raynor!  MacPhisto and Bo are the referees, and to make it easier on you, I’ll allow a win by pinfall…just this once!  Now get the fuck outta my face!

 

(HVT) – You’re a dead man.

 

HVT advances on King, preparing to grab the deputy commish, when…

 

(King) – SECURITY!!

 

About ten uniformed officers emerge from only god knows where and grab HVT, pulling him away from King.

 

(King) – See you on Smarkdown shithead.

 

King adjusts his collar as the officers push Thugg away from King, and then King walks away, leaving HVT standing there somewhat defeated.

 

(Curry) – Can you believe that??  That’s unheard of!!  The world champion never defends his title the show before the PPV!!  I can’t believe King booked that match!!

 

(NTD) – Well believe it, cause he did!  And Thugg deserved it, beating down Fallout like that and wrecking another main event.

 

(Curry) – Only Stubby were here!  He wouldn’t let King abuse his power like this!  We’ll be right back with Sacred versus Bo!

 

Storm cuts to commercial…again.

[Guest BA_Baracus]

The commercial break ends and we are treated to a spectacular sight of thousands on thousands of fans, roaring in unison waiting eagerly for the main event to begin…

 

Suddenly, the video starts to buzz and distort, turning black and white with pictures of a grinning Sacred flashing on the screen every few seconds. The fans begin to boo even before “Seasons in the Abyss” hits, and the camera zooms in on the entranceway. As Sacred walks out, everything looking black and white, we hear Curry Man in the background.

 

“Well now it’s time for the main event! It was scheduled to be the HVille Thugg and Sacred taking on the Clan’s Fallout and Perfect Bo, but now after event backstage, the Suicide King has been forced to change this to a one on one match between Bo and Sacred!”

 

NTD grins evilly, “This just got a whole lot more interesting! Perfect Bo and Sacred have no loved loss for each other, and if Bo wins here he’ll show Thugg he’s ready for him at the Pay Per View!”

 

Curry replies, “But Sacred’s not a push over, no siree! The double champion is out to prove himself to everyone, and soften Bo up for Thugg before their title match!”

 

“And you know Fallout’s going to be lurking somewhere backstage, plotting his revenge, just waiting to get at Sacred! Oh, what a match!” NTD says giving two thumbs up.

 

As an eerie mist descends upon the entrance, Sacred makes his way out, a cocky smile on his face all the while. The fans just roar their objections even more as they watch Sacred strut down the ramp, acting like he’s god himself. The Australian reaches the ring and stands in front of it for a while, just taking time out to tell a few fans how great he is, and how he’s gonna win tonight.

 

“And once again, I have to say… Sacred’s changed! He’s been so scornful and dark over the past month or so, but since he’s become a double champion, something’s come over him!” Curry exclaims.

 

“Man Curry, can you blame the guy for feeling a little confident? He’s a double champ! He’s in Da Pound, one of the strongest stables ever!” NTD explains.

 

“Well I think he’s looks to preoccupied, and if you take your mind of the match and your opponent, their you’re bound to lose, especially if your opponent is one of the most vicious men in our industry today, in Perfect Bo!”

 

Sacred finally slides into the ring as Funyon gets on the Mic, introducing the rather exuberant Sacred, “The following match is a one on one match, and it is scheduled for one fall… introducing first, from Adelaide Australia, standing six foot one inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds… he is the SWF Intercontinental Television champion and one half of the Tag team champions… he is, SAAAAACCCREEEEEEDDD!”

 

“Just listen to the fans chant his name in joy!” NTD yells, as the fans sit and taunt the Aussie.

 

“Uh, which planet are you on NTD? The fans absolutely despise him!”

 

“Bah, they’re just hiding their real feelings of love and respect for Sacred…”

 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night NTD, because from where I’m sitting, the crowd is absolutely irate!” Curry shouts, looking around at the fans, who continue to boo Sacred.

 

The man in question storms around the ring, eyeing the fans at ringside as they throw obscenities his way, but they all cease as “Keep it Thoro” by the Prodigy and the word “Bo” appears on the giant SmarkTron. The fans suddenly roar back to life, this time cheering for Perfect Bo, who soon makes his way out, and as always, has a determined look on his face. He storms down the ramp, not acknowledging the fans cheers or anything, just looking at Sacred and shaking his head, clenching his fists and basically looking more menacing by the second. Funyon backs a way a little and so does Sacred as Bo slides into the ring…

 

“Aaaaand his opponent, from The Bronx in New York City! He stands at Six foot six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and eighty five pounds… he is the Perfect one… he is, PEEEEERRRFEEECCTT BOOOOOOOOO!”

 

“Who would have thought Perfect Bo would be cheered by the fans? Not I!” Curry admits.

 

“You know, Bo’s changed, and for the worse… I liked him when no one liked him! It made me feel unique!”

 

“You know, that explains a helluva lot my pants-less friend…” Curry tells his partner.

 

Funyon hasn’t even exited the ring yet before Perfect Bo goes on the attack, knocking Sacred out of the ring with a clothesline! Sacred gets back to his feet quickly, trying to show how tough he is, but Bo just grins slightly, knowing he owns Sacred tonight. Suddenly, they both look up to the entranceway as they hear a man laughing in the background, and then…

 

“They don’t know…”

“Who we be…”

They don’t know…”

“Who we be…”

 

Boom! Pyro explodes in one long line on the entranceway, a veritable wall of fire, which causes some fans to take a step back.

 

“The bullshit…”

“The drama…”

“The guns…”

“The armour…”

 

DMX’s “Who we be” hits the speakers, and everyone is utterly surprised to see the big man come out here tonight…

 

Curry is furious, “I swear, they better not have made this a handicapped match! Or, or…”

 

“Or what, Curry? You’ll beat up the Thugg? Ooh! I’m sure that’ll work!” NTD says, taunting his partner.

 

“Bah, I could take Thugg any day!”

 

“He’ll wreck yo shit, yo, yo, you know that I’m sayin’?”

 

“And I swear, if you do that all through this match, what I do to Thugg will be nothing compared to what I do to you!” Curry yells.

 

The HVille Thugg makes his way to the ring, as one of the stagehands leans into the ring and whispers something into the legendary Funyon’s ear. My last sentence just made Curry and NTD laugh. Funyon stands back up and raises the microphone to his lips as Thugg continues on down the ramp, with Bo and Sacred both watching him, wondering his intentions…

 

Funyon announces, “… And introducing the… SPECIAL GUEST COMMENTATOR!” The fans boo wildly as a sheepish smile appears on Thugg’s face, along with Sacred, who nods his head approvingly and looks back at Bo, knowing the score is now even.  Funyon continues, “He is the SWF World Heavyweight Champion… THE HVIIIIIIILLLEEE THUUUUUGGGGG!”

 

“WHAT!” Curry yells.

 

“WHAT!” NTD mimics.

 

“What’s Thugg doing on commentary!? I’d give him five seconds before he’s in that ring and getting into a fight with Bo!”

 

“WHAT!” NTD yells once again. “WHA–“

 

Curry grabs NTD by under the chin, “Do that one more time NTD and I’ll sew you’re lips together…”

 

Thugg walks around the ring, he and Bo not keeping their eyes off each other. The fans give Thugg a rowdy reception as he takes his place at the commentary desk. NTD is excited to meet him, and holds out his hand to welcome him, but Thugg just stares at NTD and growls while putting in his headset, and NTD promptly withdraws his hand in fear it’ll be ripped off, but he keeps a smile on his face.

 

“Yo Thugg! Wassup my n*gga!? What’s goin’ down in da hizzouse!?”

 

“NTD, I’ll break you’re fucking face if you do that one more time.” Thugg yells angrily, ready to strike an unsuspecting NTD.

 

Curry laughs, “I’m just glad someone shares my compulsion to bash NTD.” NTD just pouts and slinks back into his chair…

 

Bo points to Thugg and shouts to him, while Sacred slides back into the ring and gets to his feet, running across the ring and knocking Bo down with a forearm club to the back of the head!

 

Thugg laughs at Bo crashes to the mat, “That’s my boy, Sacred! Show no fucking mercy!”

 

Curry frowns, “Do we really need profanity, Thu-“

 

Thugg cuts Curry Man off, “Yes we fucking do! Now shut the fuck up and call the match!”

 

“Yes sir…” Curry replies, as NTD laughs like a hyena.

 

Bo is quick to get back onto his feet, and go right after Sacred, running to him and tackling him to the mat! Perfect Bo starts laying into Sacred with some right hands to the forehead, before the ref pulls him off. Bo retreats after the warning, but soon runs across the ring and starts punching Sacred again. The Aussie desperately rolls away and gets up in the corner, but Bo is on him like a blood hound, letting loose with a barrage of knife-edge chops which get a lot of “Whoo!” Bo whips the Aussie across the ring, into the opposite turnbuckles. Bo runs at his opponent, but only eats a boot to the face. Bo stumbles away for a second as Sacred charges out of the corner, but Bo manages to pick Sacred up and slam him to the canvas with a Standing powerslam. Bo dives to the mat and makes the quick cover…

 

One…

 

But Sacred kicks out after one. Bo glances over at Thugg quickly, almost as if he we’re showing Thugg , through Sacred, what the Perfect one is going to do him…

 

“Bo’s pissed as always, and at you Thugg! And he’s taking his frustration’s out on Sacred!” Curry yells out.

 

“Bo ain’t shit!” Thugg shouts in reply. “I’m sick of hearing from people how pissed Bo is! How angry Bo is! Bottom line is yo, he’s nothing! And Sacred doesn’t get the props he should!”

 

Bo lifts Sacred to his feet, or he would have, if Sacred had not countered with some jabs to the stomach. Bo lets go of Sacred as the ICTV champion gets to his feet and backs into the ropes behind him.. Bo fires a clothesline straight for Sacred, but he ducks it and stops suddenly. Sacred tuns around and grabs Bo is a sleeper hold of all things! Sacred grins as he strangles Bo, making the crowd see Bo suffer. But the perfect one is far from suffering, as he counters with a crushing back elbow to the side of Sacred’s head. The Aussie lets go and Bo turns around and kicks Sacred in the stomach. The Perfect One drapes Sacred’s arm over his shoulder, and pulls him up into the air with a Suplex… but before he can slam Sacred down, the Aussie slips out behind him. Sacred quickly sweeps Bo’s legs out from under him and then runs over to the ropes, leaping onto the top rope and then bouncing off, turning in mid air and heading for Bo with a splash…

 

But Bo drives his knees into Sacred’s ribcage!

 

“Ouch! Sacred tried some new offence, but it didn’t pay off!” NTD states.

 

“Sacred needs to stop that high flying shit and just pummel Bo, like I would.” Thugg replies.

 

“Easy for you to say Thugg. Sacred’s not over 400 pounds!” Curry yells.

 

“That brings me to my next point, yo… why isn’t he putting on some weight!? Shit, he would dominate this league if he we’re 500 pounds!”

 

Bo rolls back onto his feet and starts to stomp on Sacred’s ribs, making them ache even more, but the referee warns Bo not to continue. Bo lifts Sacred onto his feet and whips him across the ring. Sacred thumps into the turnbuckles, but comes running back out, catching the Perfect One by surprise with a flying forearm. Bo is knocked back, but keeps his footing. Sacred hops forward and tries for a standing sidekick, but Bo ducks it. The Perfect One grabs Sacred around the neck as he brushes past..

 

“Perfect Crank!” NTD and Curry yell!

 

“Shit…” Thugg murmurs, standing up, ready to pounce.

 

But Sacred counters the finisher attempt, twisting his body around and ducking his head, suplexing Bo over his head with a Northern Lights Suplex, holding onto him with a nice bridge.

 

One…

 

T…

 

But Bo forcefully powers out, and Thugg sits back down.

 

“You looked worried for a second there Thugg…” Curry says.

 

“Nah… shit, I know Sacred can win this…”

 

Sacred and Bo get back onto their feet together, and soon get into a slugging match. Bo strikes with right hands, while Sacred uses his patented forearms. Bo wins out in the end, being the way more powerful of the two, and he batters Sacred towards the ropes. Bo rears back and fires one more punch, knocking Sacred over the top rope! Thugg gets onto his feet again as Bo grins and points to him, and then at the world title belt resting on the table. Thugg clenches his fists and walks forward a few steps, as Bo readies for a fight.

 

But Sacred sneaks around the ring and slides in behind Bo, getting a cheap shot in! Thugg nods his head and grins, as Sacred goes to work on Bo, jabbing him in the ribs in the corner. Thugg sits back down…

 

“There we go! Sacred’s got his shit in order now!” Thugg gladly says.

 

“If by ‘shit’…” Curry says, doing those little quotation things, “You mean cheating.”

 

“Silence Curry! I will hear nothing bad about Sacred or Thu-“

 

Thugg interjects, “NTD… Shutup.”

 

“Sorry sir…”

 

Sacred kicks Bo with all his force, taking time out between shots to shout to the crowd. The fans boo loudly as Sacred brings Bo out of the corner, grabbing him under his arm, ready for a Book End! But Bo ducks his head and lifts Sacred up onto his shoulders, walking around the ring for all the fans too see, including Thugg!

 

“Sacred was too confident in his abilities me thinks!” Curry yells. “He can’t lift Thugg up like that this early!”

 

Bo then falls backward and slams Sacred down with a Samoan Drop! The air is absolutely driven out of Sacred, but Bo doesn’t give the Aussie any time to recover, pinning his shoulders to the mat…

 

One…

 

Two…

 

But Sacred kicks out, and the fans sigh in disappointment. Bo gets onto his feet and then circles Sacred and he tries to struggle, up, still having a little trouble breathing. Bo adds to that as he locks on the… Wild Out! Bo chokes Sacred with the Tazzmission, shaking him around as he does, just like a rag doll. Sacred realises the dangerous predicament that he’s in and kicks Bo square in the ribs, once, twice, three times until Bo lets go. Sacred runs off the ropes in front of him and then charges back toward Bo. He leaps into the air with his leg outstretched, ready for a Harlem Sidekick…But Bo catches him!

 

“These two guys have battled so much in the past, they know what each other are going to do!” Curry states.

 

“Bo seems to want this win more though, Sacred is just weird tonight… he’s almost cowardl-“

 

Thugg cuts NTD off once again, “Shut the fuck up NTD, no one in Da Pound are cowards!”

 

“Gah! Sorry Thugg! Don’t hurt me!”

 

Bo grabs Sacred and then… slams him down onto his knee with a rib breaker! The fans yell and holler encouragement, something that Bo hasn’t heard much in the past. Bo lifts Sacred up again, his arms bulging as he does, showing his great power. The Perfect One then throws Sacred over his head with a fallaway slam!

 

“Bo is just out powering Sacred here! The Aussie Is going to have to think of something quickly…” Curry says.

 

Bo bends down and hooks Sacred by the leg, pinning him once again…

 

One…

 

Two…

 

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But Sacred gets a shoulder up, rolling away while clutching at his ribs. Sacred rolls right out of the ring as Bo turns to Thugg again, not able to keep his eyes off Thugg, but not because he’s a sexy bitch, but because he wants revenge…The Perfect One turns around and walks across the ring, over to where Sacred is crouching on the outside, hidden by the apron. Bo leans through the ropes to pick Sacred up when…

 

The Aussie pokes his eyes out! Bo stumbles backward and grabs his face, yelling out in pain as Sacred emerges with a smile on his face. The referee wondered what happened but doesn’t know what happened exactly. Sacred leaps onto the ring apron and waits for Bo to get to his feet, and he does so, but searching for Sacred blindly as his eyes water. Sacred jumps onto the top rope and then springs off, catching Bo in the face with a fly kick!

 

“Look at that! A great move fro my boy Sacred! He’ll win this thing yet!” Thugg boasts proudly.

 

“Yeah, by cheating!” Curry replies accusingly. “He just poked Bo’s eyes out!”

 

“Hey, the ref didn’t see it Curry…” NTD begins. “So it’s all fine and dandy!”

 

The Aussie, proud of his own efforts, raises his arms to the crowd and grins. The fans in turn boo him like hell. Sacred falls to the mat and pins Bo, pinning his shoulders down.

 

One…

 

Two…

 

But Bo kicks out after two, and the fans cheer their heads off. Sacred mumbles something as he listens to the crowd, and then lifts Bo’s head up, smashing his forearm into his face, beating the Perfect One senseless.

 

“That’s the fuckin’ way Sacred!” Thugg yells to his Da Pound cohort. “God, I wish I was in that n*gga’s boots right now.”

 

“But he’s white, how is he a n*gga…“ Curry begins to say…

 

“SHUTUP!” Thugg blares at Curry Man.  

 

Sacred gets onto his feet and puts his arms out to the side, gazing out at hi two fans and smiling, pretending that their boos are cheers, and that he is their one and only hero. But Bo might have something to say about that, getting up and walking up behind Sacred…

 

He places a hand on his shoulder and turns the prima donna around, kicking him in the breadbasket. Bo then shoves Sacred’s head between his legs and hooks his arms under his torso, lifting him up into the air. The crowd pops wildly as he falls down and slams Sacred to the canvas with a falling powerbomb!

 

“Sacred took some tie out to bask in his glory… but while he was trying to find some, Bo got him with a powerbomb!” Curry shouts!”

 

“Can I get a word in…” NTD starts to say.

 

“NO!” Curry and Thugg shout in unison.

Bo makes the cover, rolling Sacred up, pinning his shoulders to the mat with force.

 

One…

 

Two…

 

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But Sacred kicks out, and Bo is pissed, even more than he already was. Thugg obviously has a huge smile… Bo lifts Sacred to his feet, and them whips him into the corner. Bo runs at Sacred, and this time actually connects with a decapitating leaping clothesline. Sacred is buried in the turnbuckles, and Bo begins to stomp on his chest, causing the fans to react with every shot. They grow in excitement as Bo beats Sacred down, but the ref tells him to stop immediately. Bo stops, but then grabs Sacred and drapes his neck over the bottom rope. Bo gets to his feet and then plants his foot on Sacred’s head, pushing it down and choking him on the rope! The ref counts, “”One! Two! Three! Four!” And finally Bo stops.

 

“Mother fucker…” Thugg says, simply put.

 

Bo grabs Sacred and lifts him onto two feet. He grabs him in a front face lock and then nails him with a DDT. He’s not done yet, and gets back onto his feet, keeping the hold on. The atmosphere intensifies as Bo falls backward and absolutely plants Sacred with a second DDT!

 

“Bo’s going for his rolling DDT’s!” Curry yells.

 

“Well thank you captain obvious!” NTD shouts at his partner. “The question is, can Sacred fight out of the next one…”

 

As if NTD we’re a sooth sayer, when Bo lifts sacred up for the final DDT, Sacred counters, kneeing The Perfect One in the gut. Bo doubles over, as Sacred performs a standing switch, appearing behind Bo. He tries valiantly to lift Bo up, but the motherfuckers just too heavy.

 

“Hey, I’m supposed to say that bitch!” Thugg yells to seemingly no one.

 

Sorry Thugg. Anyway, Bo gets a few back elbow shots in, before he himself performs a standing switch. His arms slink around Sacred and lock together, and he picks him up and lifts him backward, throwing him across the ring with a release German Suplex! Bo falls to the mat, as Sacred rolls over onto his stomach. Holding his head all the while after being spiked on the canvas! The referee institutes a count out as both men lie flat on the mat, Bo on his back, Sacred on his stomach. “ONE! TWO!”

 

“Bo expended a lot of energy with that move, and he’s down and tired as well.” Curry observes.

 

“Perfect time to catch his breath, with Sacred down after that brutal Suplex!” NTD yells.

 

“You know, the thing about Sacred is that he does not know how to fuckin capitalise… I’ve told him numerous times and showed him as well how to do things, that’s why I’m the World champion and right now he’s getting recognition.” Thugg says

 

“Wow, for a guy that doesn’t talk much, you sure have a lot to say.” Curry replies.

 

“Cause I got a lot of shit on my mind… Ain’t no dumb fuck is gonna come back and try to fuck with me, fuck that shit… I’ll straight split his wig, word!”

 

“Curry, why don’t you leave him a lone before he eats you.”

 

“You know, that doesn’t sound threatening that sounds, um, nasty.”

 

“FOUR” screams out the referee as motionless bodies still fills the ring. Bo laying flat on his back, looking at the pretty lights of the arena and Sacred lying stomach first, eyes closed.

 

“One thing that I taught Sacred is that when you’re in trouble, make sure to lay on your stomach, because it will take the opponent longer to roll you over and pin you and that will give you enough time to recover and kick out. But I don’t need that shit because I’ll straight wreck bamas like Bo…”

 

“SIX!!!” The referee is pointing his fingers towards the audience so they can see how many seconds are left. Bo is the first one to show any kind of movement as he slowly turns to his stomach and begins to crawl towards Sacred who is just a few feet away.

 

“EIGHT!!!” Bo is now right next to Sacred and he drapes his left arm over Sacred’s chest for the pin… The referee stops that count, got to Sacred’s shoulder and starts another count, the pinning count.

 

One…

 

Two…

 

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Sacred shoots his right arm out breaking the count and possible loss.

 

A big smiles forms on the lips of Thugg as he egotistically says, “See, just like I taught him…”

 

The force of the arm shooting up causes Bo to turn to his back and grab his head in shock. Bo slowly gets up, hurt and tired all mixed in one. He stumbles back and lucky for him the ropes were there to help him stay on his feet, he gets his balance and sees Sacred on all fours. The crowd is really getting into this match as Bo runs and does soccer kick right to the midsection of Sacred causing him to flip and do a 180 landing on his back. Bo turns around and walks towards the ropes that’s in front of the announce table, he looks at Thugg and begins to points, saying some menacing words and profanity.

 

Thugg stands up, headphones still intact as he screams: “What you bitch? Nigga, you can’t hurt me, I made this company, eat a fuckin dick you dumb ass motherfucker… Ride or die nigga. What?!”

 

“Thugg and Bo saying some very hateful words that should not be repeated by anyone.”

 

“Yeah, eat a fuckin dick, show that bitch ass cat how you get down… Detroit what, Detroit what!”

 

“Damn NTD, I’m trying to set a good example for the kids that are all watching at home at this time.” Curry said as he gives a commercial smile to the camera.

 

“You are wack.”

 

“Do you even know what that word means?”

 

“Word!”

 

In the ring, Bo continues to say some not so very nice things in the direction of Thugg. Sacred is now crawling towards the direction of Bo, he puts his arms between Bo’s legs, grabs the upper thigh of Bo’s left leg and school boy’s Bo over…

 

ONE………

 

Sacred has a handful of pants…

 

TWO………

 

“No, he’s going to steal this win…” Screams Curry.

 

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NOOOOO! Bo kicks out at the last possible second, the last possible second! The crowd burst into cheers as Sacred quickly gets up and waits for Bo to get up so he can connect him with a forearm shot, which actually has some effect on Bo. Another forearm causes the ghetto man to lean against the ropes. Sacred quickly grabs him by the arm, takes a few steps back and whips Bo across the ring and to the ropes. Bo bounces off and comes springing back to the awaiting Sacred who swings his arm wildly hoping to connect with a vicious clothesline but Bo ducks it. Bo stops right on his tracks, turns around and waits for Sacred to turn around. Once Sacred does, Bo goes for a clothesline that has the intent of “Youse a dead motherfucker now”, but Sacred ducks that as well. Now Sacred turns around and Bo quickly follows, Bo walks forward not seeing Sacred since he’s doubled over so that he places himself in a standing head scissor position, but he quickly lifts Bo up and whips him down hard on the mat with a whiplash Spinebuster!

 

“Now that’s what I’m fuckin talking about.”

 

The impact causes Sacred to hop up on his knees right next to Bo, he then pins him and hooks the far leg.

 

One………

 

Two……….

 

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Another close call! Bo shoots his right should on time, a semi-second more and it would have been over.

 

“Damn, I didn’t taught him that… This dumb ass should have put more weight on the cover and this shit would have been over, just as simple as that… Fuck!”

 

“I’m saying yo, that was a three count, this referee is wack.”

 

Thugg and Curry turn to NTD and they both say at the same time:, “SHUT THE HELL UP.”

 

“Yo, why you tryin’ to play a playa like that?”

 

Sacred can’t believe that he didn’t get the victory right here and neither can the fans but they’ll accept it regardless. Sacred gets up and he helps Bo up to his feet, he takes a step back and throws a kick to the mid section of Bo, but the big man springs to life and grabs Sacred leg before contact is done. Bo then twist around and takes Sacred down with a Dragon Screw…

 

“It can happen right now, I think that’s the prelude to the Perfect Crank.” Curry said enthusiastically.

 

“And the winner of the captain obvious award goes to…” NTD replies.

 

Bo still holds the leg as he gets up, he then hooks the leg under his arm and begins to turn around causing Sacred to turn around as well. Bo gets him over in a single crab and that’s when Sacred frantically crawls towards the ropes causing Bo to lose his balance as Sacred clutches the bottom rope in dear life. Bo takes a few step back and waits for Sacred to get to his feet. The referee goes to Sacred and ask his if he’s alright and if he wants to continue but he gets shoved out of the way for asking such a stupid question.

 

“That boy better beat his ass… Don’t he know that I run the show up in this biz, this is my mother fuckin house, I build this house.”

 

“The house was already build, you just pay rent here.” NTD says with a sly grin, Curry just shakes his head saying, “Wrong move, man…”

 

“WHAT! KING KONG AINT GOT SHIT ON ME!” Thugg shouts in anger.

 

Sacred gets up and he looks at Bo with harsh feelings, Sacred makes a motion telling Bo to come on and lets get this shit going. Bo gives a sick smile and commences to walk towards him… They are about to lock up when a knee to the gut of Bo makes Sacred get control for now. The Aussie hooks his arm under Bo’s, and with some effort, manages to lift him up and then slam him back down with the Spanish Inquisition! Sacred scampers over and hooks Bo by the leg, praying to the devil that he wins it here…

 

One…

 

Two…

 

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But Bo kicks out! The fans cheer but Sacred sobs, as he whirls back onto his feet. Sacred lifts Bo up as well, and whips the Perfect One into the ropes. Bo bounces back from the ropes and clothesline’s Sacred to the mat! Sacred is shocked but manages to get back up, only to receive a hard right hand, knocking him down again! Sacred again whirls back onto his feet and manages to duck this right hand. He kicks Bo in the gut and gets a front face lock, ready for the Cruel Fate!

 

“This could be it for Bo, if Sacred can hit his finisher!” Curry yells, hoping it doesn’t happen.

 

Thugg hopes it does, “Fuck yes! Kill that bitch Sacred, kill!”

 

Sacred readies for it, but takes too long with the fanfare,, raising his arm to the crowd and Bo suddenly twists his body around grabs Sacred by the neck and WHAM! Slams him down with the Perfect Pain! The crowd goes nuts as Bo crawls over and makes the cover…

 

“Bo’s gonna take this match after that lethal Neckbreaker of his!” Curry yells.

 

“Damnit!” NTD yells, thumping his fist on the table.

 

“Like hell he will…” Thugg murmurs, as he drops his headset…

 

The referee slams his fist on the canvas…

 

One… Thugg makes a beeline for the ring…

 

Two…

 

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E… But Thugg yanks the referee away! Thugg pulls the referee out of the ring and slugs him with a right hand! The referee, being the weakling that he is, is knocked out cold, and Thugg steps onto the apron, as Bo climbs to his feet, weary and tired. Thugg steps through the ropes and charges over to Bo, and the two get in a slugfest!

 

“It’s on now!” NTD yells happily, watching the two men go at it intently. “A Pay Per View Prelude!”

 

Bo fires back with some right hands of his own, but Thugg is just too strong, and soon over powers even Bo. Sacred manages to get back onto his feet, and he stumbles around for a while, before bumping into the massive frame of Thugg, and joining him as he pummels Bo! Right hand from Thugg, forearm from Sacred, Bo is getting hammered here…

 

Until Fallout runs down the rampway! The fans are mixed in their reaction, as Fallout fights trough an earlier concussion and slides into the ring, getting to his feet and lining Sacred up in his sights. Sacred stops with Bo and walks towards Fallout… but he receives a Superkick from the Clansman!

 

“Fallout’s out here now! He’s brought Sacred away from Bo, but Thugg is still owning Bo!”

 

“Like a government mule!” NTD chimes in.

 

“I hate that expression! Who are you, Jim Ross!”

 

“I wish I had his cowboy hat…”

 

Sacred falls to the mat and Fallout gets on his knees, as he delivers some hard right hands to the ICTV champion, beating him senseless. Thugg grabs Bo and throws him into the turnbuckles, starting strangle him with his boot, choking the life out of him…

 

Until the crowd’s roars bring Thugg’s attention to the entranceway, as none other than Edwin MacPhisto makes his way down!

 

“And now Edwin’s joined the party!” Curry yells.

 

MacPhisto slides into the ring and jumps to his feet, going after Thugg and hitting him with right hands, his intensity and determination spurring him on, and he even starts to take advantage! Sacred meanwhile, gets back onto his feet, as Fallout slides out side the ring and grabs a chair from ringside. Fallout slides back in and gets to his feet as Sacred notices him. Fallout runs over and swings the chair, but Sacred ducks it… only to be smashed with the chair as h turns around again!

 

Bo regains his senses, as he sees the monster that is Thugg take control over Edwin. Bo growls and comes to Edwin’s aid, surprisingly, and spears Thugg to the canvas, starting to hit him with right hands! Edwin and Bo stomp on Thugg, as the crowd roar and cheer the fact that Thugg is being owned! Bo glances over and spots the chair, and he grins, for one rare time…

 

“Uh oh, I don’t like where this Is going! Damnit, do something Sacred, do something Thugg! Hulk up!” NTD cries desperately.

 

“Hulk up?” Curry asks.

 

‘Hey, it usually makes you impervious to pain! At least, that’s what I’ve seen!”

 

Bo picks up the chair and looks at it… and then looks at Thugg, struggling onto his feet. Edwin holds his head, feeling some after shocks from his battle with Rotten. Bo looks at Thugg and just yells, “You’re going to fucking die mother fucker.”

 

The Perfect one swings the chair… but Thugg dives out of the way, and the chair crashes down on Edwin MacPhisto! The MacDaddy stumbles backward and falls through the ropes, landing outside. Bo feels no remorse though, and his grin actually grows, but before he can swing the chair again, Thugg rolls out of the ring. Sacred is already on the outside, and the two Da Pound members back up the ramp, as Edwin gets to his feet, in between Bo in the ring, and Thugg up the ramp. Edwin is angry for once as he stares at his two enemies, while Sacred and Fallout yell at each other, Sacred hollering’ something about being a double champion, while Fallout calls out something about beating Sacred four times before.

 

“Bo was aiming for Thugg to begin with, but I guess hitting any of his opponents is a victory! Edwin won’t be so chipper come Smarkdown, which is something we don’t see often!” Curry yells.

 

“Those three men have some serious issues, but so do Sacred and Fallout! Both took quite a beating here tonight, and they’ll remember that when they meet each other again! Or maybe… they won’t remember, seeing as they got hit on the head pretty hard…”

 

“Just shutup NTD.” Curry tells his partner. “What will transpire on Smarkdown? Stay tuned to find out!

 

“Stay tuned, or we’ll be out of a job!” NTD adds for good measure.

 

The Storm logo appears on the bottom of the screen as the screen fades to black…

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