[The screen is black, as the following words appear on the screen ...] Last Week on SCW Rampage! [The following video footage plays.] WATTERS: Hats off to Caleb Foley for capitalizing on a distraction caused by well .. two men that quite frankly should have been in the ring. Think about it. If SAGAWA didn't run off in search of Tiberius Nixon, he would have been there to break up the count. CHANEY: Sure, blame it all on SAGAWA. WATTERS: I aaaaa- LOOK OUT!!!! [The camera having shifted its focus to the broadcasters at ringside, Eric Chaney and Larry Watters dive out of the way just in time as the body of The Kochi Cannibal comes sailing over the guardrail and bounces off the broadcast table - courtesy of a monstrous beil throw from Johnny Psychotic.] CHANEY: The match is over. But these two aren't done fighting. Will these two EVER stop fighting? [SAGAWA rolls around on the floor of The Fertitta Center as a prideful Johnny Psychotic climbs the rail and steps atop the announcer's table and raises both fists in the air in celebration of his beating of SAGAWA, and his teams victory. Finally, turning his gaze down towards Aaron Buffington, Psychotic holds a hand out demanding the microphone.] CHANEY: Psychotic has something to say. [Leaping down from the table, Johnny Psychotic lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a small pile of steel folding chairs and deliberately begins to toss each of them into the ring. As the final chair bounces off the canvas, Psychotic pulls out a large and heavy looking burlap sack and slides it under the bottom rope. Pausing for a moment over the fallen body of SAGAWA, he leans down and utters a very clear message.] PSYCHOTIC: TONIGHT .. I .. END .. YOU!!! [The scene quickly clips to footage from a few minutes later, as SAGAWA appears to have Johnny Psychotic setup for a Superplex into the ring. But sitting in the middle of the ring are six steel chairs, back to back.] CHANEY: HE IS GOING TO SUPLEX SAGAWA TO THE FLOOR!!! WATTERS: THE HELL HE IS!!! [Showing off tremendous control as he hoists SAGAWA up into suplex position, Johnny Psychotic places a foot on the top rope and pushes off ... as he twists his body through the air ... ... towards the steel chairs in the ring ... __ C L A N K ! ! ! __ __ T H U D ! ! ! __ __ C L U N K ! ! ! __ CHANEY: TWISTING PSYCHO-PLEX INTO THE SPINES OF THOSE STEEL CHAAAAAAAAIRS!!!! [And almost instantly, an uncomfortable silence sweeps over The Fertitta Center. A silence that has accompanied many a moment in the war between Johnny Psychotic and SAGAWA as they have raged their war in The Lonestar State.] CHANEY: My God. We have used the line that these two men are trying to end one another as a way to hype this rivalry. But that .. right there .. there is no other reason that you would do that to another human being. [SAGAWA writhes around on the canvas, letting out high pitch screams as he clutches at his lower back. Concerned, Alfie Button dives under the bottom rope and pushes the chairs out of the way as the curtains at the end of the aisle part and Tiberius Nixon along with a flood of paramedics and security charge towards the ring. But a thumping hits the PA system one more time, as the camera pans back up to the cold gaze of Johnny Psychotic. As he raises the microphone to his lips, he charges forward with a boot upside the head of Alfie Button that knocks him through the ropes and to the floor.] PSYCHOTIC: THIS .. IS .. NOT .. OVER .. YET [A collective gasp fills the air, as Psychotic picks up one of the mangled steel chairs and uses it as a weapon to fend off anyone that tries to get into the ring. Realizing that it is a fruitless battle, they back off .. waiting .. as Tiberius Nixon pleads from ringside to top what he is doing. Psychotic looks back and merely shakes his head as he reaches for the burlap sack. At ringside, the assembled masses, like all of the fans in the arena and at home watch on with anticipation. Undoing the tie, he dips a hand into the bag, and withdraws a bright red plastic bottle with a bright yellow spout on it. Before realization can even start to set in, Psychotic turns, tips the bottle, and begins to shake the liquid contents of it all over the twitching body of SAGAWA.] WATTERS: NO EFFIN WAY! I would know that smell anywhere! That ... is GASOLINE!!! [The final words of Larry Watters are cut off though as the locker room unloads, and The Brother's Grimm, Luscious Jasmine, Gemini, and a host of other talent flood down the aisle. Back in the ring though, Johnny Psychotic digs into his boot and pulls out a Zippo Lighter, which he sets ablaze. As he gazes down over the gasoline soaked body of his greatest adversary of all time, nearly 30 bodies dive into the ring ... ... some tackling Psychotic ... ... some yanking SAGAWA from the squared circle ... ... and we return to live footage inside the UNO Lakefront Arena, as Eric Chaney and Larry Watters are sitting ringside at the broadcast table. With the camera focused on them, Chaney shakes his head in disbelief.] CHANEY: Looking at that footage from last week still makes me uncomfortable. Had it not been for the intervention of the locker room last week, God knows what might have happened to SAGAWA. But luckily they stopped things before Johnny Psychotic could well ... um ... WATTERS: Burn him to a crisp? CHANEY: How can you say that so casually? WATTERS: I can't. But one thing I can say is that any time these two men are within spitting distance of each other - it will equal two things .. chaos and ratings. And because of those ratings it is no surprise that at Bloody Sunday we will see these two men square off one on one for the first time on iPPV! [A graphic quickly sweeps over the screen showing the visages of Johnny Psychotic and SAGAWA staring one another down. The look in both mens eyes is one of pure malice. But just as quickly as it appears, the graphic disappears as the sound of someone fumbling with a headset of microphone fills the air and we cut back to an angry looking Tiberius Nixon standing in front of the broadcasters with microphone in hand.] NIXON: OK you need to stop talking about this match. It's not going to happen. [Chaney and Watters look at each other confused and then turn back to Nixon. WATTERS: What the hell? [Nixon pretty much knows that every pair of eyes in the building is looking at him right now.] NIXON: This has gone way too far. Lines have been well and truly crossed on both sides and quite frankly I've had enough. The match is not happening and this is me figuratively throwing in the towel. Congrats SAGAWA, you win. [There is a stunned silence inside the arena. Chaney and Watters have no idea what to say. Nixon stands his ground and looks defiantly at them.] Cue: "It's Goin' Down" by X-Ecutioners Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CHANEY: Oh my! I didn't know whether to believe it when Tiberius Nixon said Damian Payne was going to be here but he's striding down the aisle right now. WATTERS: "Sadistic Insanity" is in the building. Even I'm a little bit excited about this. [Payne walks down to the ringside area and then to the announcers table. He has shoulder length slightly curly light brown hair and a light brown goatee beard. He is wearing a pair of black boots, a pair of knee-length denim shorts, a black t-shirt and a rather fetching sports jacket. Nixon looks quite pleased to see him but Payne is staring angrily at Nixon. He holds his hand out for the microphone and Nixon knows better than not to give it to him.] PAYNE: Louisiana!!! Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PAYNE: It's really good to be back but I'm here for one reason and that's this man. [He points at Nixon.] PAYNE: This man right here asked me to come here tonight to "back Johnny up". But you know what - I know Johnny pretty well and I know he doesn't NEED any back up and he doesn't WANT any back up. Truth is, Tiberius Nixon, you want me to back Johnny up as a little more protection for you because it's you that is scared of SAGAWA. I know Johnny isn't because he told me yesterday when I met him for a drink. You've always been a snivelling little bastard and I've been meaning to do this for years. [At this point Payne tosses the microphone to his other hand and lashes out at Nixon with a punch which catches him right on the jaw. Nixon looks stunned for a split second and then drops to the floor. Payne turns to the camera.] PAYNE: Someone needs to make sure this guy sees this next bit. I've been in Louisiana since yesterday, had a drink with Johnny last night and had a meeting this afternoon with Mr. Chris Hopper. As a result of this it has been decreed that prior to the "Bloody Sunday" iPPV that IF SAGAWA lays a hand on Tiberius Nixon then he gets fired. I hope you're happy now. [With that Payne starts to leave the ringside area and makes it about halfway up the aisle before he grins to himself and turns back around. He strides round to where Nixon is getting to his feet, groggily.] PAYNE: Oh yeah. You'll never guess who I had a coffee with this morning. [Nixon looks confused and disorientated as the camera angle changes to one from behind Payne who starts to unzip his jacket and take it off. Nixon's eyes go WIDE as he sees that Damian Payne isn't wearing one of his own t-shirts. The scene cuts back to the view from the announce desk.] CHANEY: Son-of-a------ What the hell? WATTERS: DAMIAN PAYNE HAS ON A SAGAWA T-SHIRT!!! CHANEY: Folks I have been told we have The Law backstage right now. Since Nixon is losing it out here and yelling at Payne and the big man is just kinda smirking at him, let's just take it backstage for a minute. [The screen cuts away.]
[Screen opens to the two hulking brutes that interfered in the Showdown match between Chris Smith and Kid Chameleon. They call themselves The Law, both former law enforcement officers. They start to speak.] STRAUSS: So, interviewers are backing their boy, Blaine, and not talking to us. All we were doing was supporting a lifelong friend of ours while he insulted him. We weren’t going to stand by and let Chris be disrespected. BRADY: And not by somebody with the lack of insight, courage or manners of one Steve Blaine. You deserved that chokeslam. I have no remorse or regrets because you had it coming, you were warned and now, okay, others won’t interview us - fine! We can talk just fine by ourselves and we can certainly do it in the ring, which is where it matters. STRAUSS: Prague Drinking Team: You’re big, strong and tough, but us? We’ve got all three of those attributes on you. We’re six hundred pounds collectively, our average height is six-seven and a half and we’re tougher, more resilient and willing to go further than you boys. BRADY: All of that drinking hasn’t hardened you enough to take the punishment we can dish out. We’re The Law - we’re not a force, we are THE force here, and I ain’t talking about Star Wars, nerds. STRAUSS: Kid Chameleon, he means you. BRADY: Yeah, and if he tries anything funny, he’ll get the Blaine treatment. Stay away from Chris Smith if you want to keep your career, Kid. STRAUSS: Prague Drinking Team, any questions we have for you, you’ll have no answers for. Because whoever fights The Law… BRADY: The Law wins. [The screen cuts away.]
[The screen returns to our ringside announce team at the broadcast table.] CHANEY: Those guys are quite intimidating! WATTERS: Just ask that Chameleon character what he thinks! He wll tell you they pack quite a punch after they helped Smith at Showdown. CHANEY: They will be in action later on this evenign in their debut match! WATTERS: That tag division gets deeper, but so does the singles arena! CHANEY: Indeed it does as our next match will also be a debut match! WATTERS: It is great seeing this talent all flock to SCW! CHANEY: That's right and this debut will be of Darren Best, former partner of number one contender Alfie Button, puts his skills to the test against veteran, Gemini. WATTERS: Oh no, not another egotistical maniac. He isn’t British, is he? CHANEY: No, he’s a New Yorker and is much more humble than Alfie.
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves as we follow the match action.] WATTERS: How humble can he be with a surname like Best? CHANEY: Good question. I think he was born with it. Darren is a student of the game, a real technical and thinking wrestler in there, and he’ll need to be as the bell sounds to officially mark his debut. Gemini coming off a quick loss to Tex Colorado. WATTERS: Different night and a different fight. [Darren Best and Gemini begin with a traditional tie-up and after six seconds or so, they both break with no man gaining a clear advantage.] CHANEY: Stalemate. [A second time, Best snatches a side headlock, but Gemini pushes him off and drops down with Best stepping over and hitting the ropes on the other side. When Gemini goes for a big clothesline, Best slides through Gemini’s legs, trips him and then crawls up and over to secure a front chancery.] CHANEY: Decent work by the debutant, Darren Best. WATTERS: Not great. There we are. Gemini reverses it into a hammerlock. CHANEY: And Best is up again...yes, another reversal. [Gemini elbows his way to freedom and comes back off the right set of ropes…] CHANEY: Dropkick and nicely done by Darren Best. Followed up by a single arm DDT, a hallmark of Darren’s in-ring strategy and work. Now, he’s about to lead Gemini a merry dance and goes up to take Gemini down with a springboard armdrag. [Armbar applied. Gemini doesn’t take long to get to his feet, but Best keeps him on the backfoot with repeated punches to the arm prior to scoring with an armbreaker.] CHANEY: Best picks Gemini, Irish whip attempt, a reversal by Gemini… WATTERS: Yes! CHANEY: What impact as Gemini sends Best sternum-first to the top turnbuckle...left-handed bulldog lariat is quite a follow-up. WATTERS: Great work from Gemini there. CHANEY: And a body slam to boot. Gemini building momentum here…oh, spoke too soon! A standing shooting star press meets nothing but leather as Darren gets his legs up...OUTStanding moonsault by Best, and Gemini returns the favor with exactly the same counter. [A swing and a miss from Best lets Gemini in and he promptly punishes the debutant with a back cracker for a straight 2.] WATTERS: Stay on him, Gemini. He’s in this, Chaney. I told you: It’s a different battle to the one hae had with Tex Colorado. CHANEY: Gemini’s always game, whoever the opponent is and he’s certainly faring better here. Another Irish whip sends Best to the buckle hard - a running Yakuza kick, no, Best moves out of the way just in time. WATTERS: And he had to. CHANEY: Best lifts Gemini up onto the top rope and joins him - top rope belly-to-back suplex! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRR...................NOOOO!!!! [Best picks Gemini’s left knee apart with repeated stomps and builds on that with a seated senton. Darren regains his vertical base and measures Gemini with a timely and technically-proficient chop block.] CHANEY: Best has changed focus and it’s clearly working for him. Knees from Best to Gemini’s knee, softening his opponent up further. OUTstanding moonsault connects this time! WATTERS: Beautiful by Best, I begrudgingly admit. CHANEY: Darren drags Gemini towards the corner...oh wait, a minute. He’s setting him up for his patented wrist-clutch exploder… WATTERS; WHOAH! He just launched Gemini into the turnbuckles!! CHANEY: Darren calls that Best of Both and that should be enough to overcome Gemini, no matter how tough he is. ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: Sterner tests await Darren Best, and he didn’t have it all his own way with Gemini, but that must’ve been largely what he had hoped for. WATTERS; He got lucky. CHANEY: Either way, Darren Best picks up the win. If his partner, Alfie Button, follows suit tonight then we’ll have ourselves a new Lonestar champion. WATTERS: All due respect to Gemini, who was unfortunate, Alfie Button has got to overcome Lonestar champion Pat Gordon Junior AND Caleb Foley at the same time, which is like comparing a walk in the park to a climb up Everest. CHANEY: Alfie Button climbed a ladder to become the number one contender, Larry, so I think you’d better find a new analogy. Well done to Darren Best on the first step of his journey in SCW.
[We switch to backstage where the Prague Drinking Team are in the interview area to talk.] BOSKO: No wonder people hate the police. SKALA: I know. Not all cops, of course. But, when you’ve got street thugs like Brady and Strauss playing fancy dress in police uniforms, it leaves a bad taste in the mouth and leaves people like us needing a drink if you know what I mean. BOSKO: We know what we are. We’re two big brawlers, big drinkers from the Czech Republic. We wear our hoodies loud and proud, we make no excuses for who we are and we’re comfortable with it. SKALA: But you, Brady and Strauss? Who are you really? Teaming with a slimeball like ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith? Who know you were that close? We’ve been around you and yes, you’ve teamed, but I can think of you working with other groups more closely than Chris. BOSKO: And we still don’t know why Kid Chameleon was arrested. What was the charge? SKALA: You’ve abused your power, badge and uniform for too long. Tonight, Brady and Strauss, we hit back for Kid Chameleon AND Steve Blaine. [The two men look at each other and then towardthe camera.] BOSKO AND SKALA: The Prague Drinking Team fights The Law - and WE WIN. [The screen cuts away.]
[Backstage once again and SCW newcomer, John Henry Jones is standing by. "The Law" is wearing his black Stetson cowboy hat with black trunks and matching boots. He stands rubbing his chin grinning ear-to-ear.] JONES: My good people it's about that time! [You can hear the excitement in Jones voice.] JONES: Tonight, I make my long awaited return to the wrestling ring in gods league, my backyard - Southwestern Championship Wrestling! [Big Pop from the arena.] JONES: There are those days in one's life that you remember for the rest of your life. Tonight will be one of those nights. I get to walk down that aisle in front of all you good people. I get to do what I love to do and I get to do it with ALL of you. [Jones nods in excitement.] JONES: Tex Colorado. Well, you have the "Tex" part right. However, with no disrespect to Colorado ... It's not Texas. And then wait, they call you "The Minnesota Assassin". [Jones looks confused.] JONES: Well damn son. You are all kinds of confused aren't you. Hell, so I am now! [Jones laughs.] JONES: Hell it don't matter. I ain't gonna let something like that rain on my parade tonight. Here in the UNO Lakefront Arena in New Orleans. John Henry Jones brings the law to the SCW! It's the start of something special. It's time for some law and order to be restored. [The cowboy tips his hat towards the camera.] JONES: Tex Colorado, I always wish my opponents the best of luck. Even the worst of the bunch deserves their day in court. The wanted poster has been posted. Tonight, you have the law on your tail. It's time to bring you to justice, son. [The hat returns to Jones head.] JONES: I will see you soon. [The screen cuts away.]
[We switch to see Alfie Button standing with a mic in hand in front of the SCW logo-filled backdrop.] BUTTON: Snatch. Great, underrated movie, the follow-up to Lock, Stock, but mostly known foar Brad Pitt’s pike impersonation. [Alfie claps his fists.] BUTTON: And snatch is what Caleb Foley did last week for the victory and to my trahsers. I mean, I’ve got an amazing arse, so I ain’t worried abaht that, nuffin’ to be embarrassed about in that area, but this guy, who I fort was a geezer from our group, somefing ain’t right. It’s awry and I ain’t ‘appy abaht it. [AB shakes his head in disappointment.] BUTTON: Pat Gordon Junior, the so-called ‘ardest-workin’ man in wrestling ‘oo dropped his arse and couldn’t be bovvered to show up last week, ‘as won two titles in the last year and unfortunately, ‘im as champion makes the belt ‘oldin my trousers up, which didn’t work last week, more valuable than the Lonestar strap until I take it from him in about an ‘our’s time. [He looks at his watch to emphasize the time.] BUTTON: I used to fink Foley would be a fantastic champion, but he’s a chancer. Nah, it’s up to me. SAGAWA, Sean Darring, they’re proper geezers and deserving champions, but the Irish Mafia? Got nuffin’ against the Irish, ‘ad crackin’, naughty times up in Dublin’s fair city where the girls are pretty, but these two ‘aven’t got the combined strengff ov a pint ov Guinness. [Alfie points to his own muscles.] BUTTON: In this main event, I really ahm the A to B of professional wrestlin’. I’m gonna show boff ov you why I’m the number one contender: I’m the man the guy wanna be and who the girls came to see, ask Chelsea and Ashley, I’m quicker than a hiccup and pick-up put togevver, from Texas to Wrexham, my rectum was on display, but tonight, I’m just gonna wreck ‘em, there’s a town called Dallas, but I’m gonna bring malice. Speed kills, mine pays the bills and I’m electric and gas, hot and fast, an explosion waitin’ to ‘appen, and whether it’s wiv a superkick or small package, I’ll get the job done. ABC will get the one two free, and then yours truly, yeah that’s me Alfie, will be the Lonestar champion you all want me to be. I won’t duck Darring, I won’t swerve SA-GA-WA, I won’t sweat Tony, I’ll brawl wiv Brody, wrestle Wilson, heck, I’ll even run into Reyn, hey Alex, how ya doin’, ya mug? [Alfie licks his lips.] BUTTON: SCW needs me tonight. So keep calm and carry on, girls and boys, because I’m gonna bring The Impossible, a Twister, Volcano and any ovver disaster movie you can fink ov. [Theatrically, he stands back so far, feigning he’s going to fall over before suddenly standing up straight, staring into the camera and delivering the final line.] BUTTON: This isn’t twenty-twelve. This is twenty-twenty and tonight, wiv my big willy, I AM LEGEND. [The screen cuts away.]
[We return to the ringside broadcast table where the announce team is ready to go.] CHANEY: Alfie Button looking primed to take his shot at the top title! WATTERS: So my question is whether or not Alfie is pissed because Foley got added to this title shot because my understanding was that ladder match gave him top contendership. CHANEY: It did. WATTERS: And Foley got added. CHANEY: He did. WATTERS: How does Button not see that as a farce? CHANEY: I don't think it ever got spelled out that this was the title shot he won at Showdown. WATTERS: Say what? He's getting a shot, isn't he? CHANEY: Yes he is, but I think the Showdown ladder contract was specifically for a one-on-one opportunity. WATTERS: That is crazy! Now I know that the higher ups are in the tank for the Brit! CHANEY: Why? WATTERS: He gets a shot tonight and if he loses, no worries! He gets ANOTHER shot! It is a screwjob waiting to happen! CHANEY: Oh please! WATTERS: Seriously, Chaney! How can you not see this? CHANEY: I'm not dignifying that with a response. WATTERS: Because you know I'm right! [Larry rolls his eyes and presses forward with the show.] CHANEY: Up next, we have the in-ring debut of The Law, who made quite an impact at Showdown when they conveniently arrested Kid Chameleon DURING his match with ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith. No one knows what the charge was. WATTERS: Disturbing the peace. CHANEY: What? You’ve just made that up.
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves as we follow the match action.] WATTERS: Brady and Strauss told me. CHANEY: What happened? WATTERS: Tell you later. Look… CHANEY: Here they come. [To no music and a steady stream of boos, Brady and Strauss stroll down the aisle with smug expressions, proud of their recent actions and alignment to ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith.] CHANEY: I cannot stand these guys already. WATTERS: Be careful how you talk about The Law. They could have you arrested in a heartbeat. CHANEY: That’s exactly why I don’t like them. Talk about abusing your power. [Strauss heads through the second rope while Brady takes ‘the big man route’ by stepping over the top rope and pointing his finger at our official.] CHANEY: The match hasn’t even started, Prague Drinking Team are yet to come out and he’s already intimidating the referee. WATTERS: They’re The Law - they’re sticklers for rules. He’s probably reminding the stupid ref of his responsibility. CHANEY: Please. [Jan Bosko and Josef Skala emerge from behind the curtain to a considerably better reaction than their tag team rivals.] CHANEY: Prague Drinking Team are on their way, a popular team among our fans, with their trademark red hoodies and canvas pants. They’ll be the fan favorites in this one. WATTERS: Fan favourites? The important thing is not even to be favorites, which goes to The Law, but to be winners. Physically, these guys can go, but they’re up against two beasts physically. Brady and Strauss will bully Prague Drinking Team. CHANEY: Did they tell you that? WATTERS; They didn’t have to. [Strauss and Brady intercept Prague Drinking Team as the Czech brawlers step through the middle ropes. Brady backs Bosko up on the south east set of buckles while Strauss is diagonally opposite, peppering Skala with power-packed right hands, all finding their mark in and around the ribcage.] CHANEY: The Law have started this fast, jumping Prague Drinking Team before the bell… WATTERS: It’s called being prepared, Chaney. The match doesn’t start with the bell; it starts as soon as you come out of that curtain, and sometimes before. Always be on your guard when a wrestling company is your workplace. Never ever switch off until you’re at home or in your hotel room, and even then, keep a steel chair by the bed or brass knuckles under the pillow. Just ask Davey-Boy O’Brien. CHANEY: That rumbles on at the top end of the tag team division, somewhere both of these teams are shooting for and who knows what a win will do for either of them. [Brady gives Strauss a nod and the two of them whip PDT into one another, a heavy collision and knockdown that sends the European imports to the canvas in a heap. Brady drops an elbow on Bosko while Strauss lands with a leg drop on his man, Josef Skala. Brady then picks Jan Bosko up and throws him out over the top rope, departing the scene too and allowing Strauss to tend to Skala, which means they are our first legal men.] WATTERS: The referee hasn’t had control of this at all yet but Brady, being an officer of the law, did him a favor and selflessly left. What sportsmanship! CHANEY: Unbelievable. [Strauss whips Skala to the ropes and storms in with a big boot, which knocks Skala out onto the apron, which is where Strauss is now heading. He follows up with another leg drop, but this one is much more impactful, sending Skala to the arena floor with a terrible cough.] CHANEY: Legally or illegally, Strauss has started off hot and Skala’s in a world of hurt already and Josef Skala is one tough man. But, he’s coughing quite violently and that won’t be helped by SNAKE EYES on the apron. Strauss rolls back into the ring, leaving Skala like an unattended bag. And, here we go with the cheating: Brady comes over - body slam on the floor - all the while Strauss is distracting the official. WATTERS: Tag team wrestling 101.. CHANEY: Cheating 101. Bosko is trying to enter, but the referee blocks it, of course he does, and Brady tosses Skala back in to a waiting Strauss. WATTERS: What’s wrong with you, Eric? CHANEY: Nothing. WATTERS: But, there is with Skala after that gutwrench suplex. Strauss is now going up to the second rope. CHANEY: Diving elbow drop. No cover, which is a surprise. WATTERS: Not really. This match has already been won. Strauss is just enjoying himself, getting minutes in. CHANEY: You can’t write Prague Drinking Team off like that. WATTERS: I can - and I have. [Strauss deposits Skala in The Law’s corner and brings in big Brady, who sets about Skala with some clubbing blows to the head and then leaning on Josef with his long left leg, burying it into the PDT member’s throat, a la Kevin Nash.] WATTERS: In control. CHANEY: More rule breaking, though he breaks just before the referee’s count, so I guess it’s okay. WATTERS: Of course it is. Are you salty because of what Brady did to Steve Blaine? Blaine’s an oaf. CHANEY: Blaine’s a colleague. [Skala throws a futile punch as Brady not only avoids the blow, but also turns Jan’s momentum against him and frogmarches his rival with a full nelson to the corner where he’s just come from, though not before dishing out a rabbit punch, which gets him heat from the official AND audience.] CHANEY: That was just...Chop block from Bosko! WATTERS: Com… CHANEY: The Law have broken just that - the law - multiple times in the match. WATTERS: And I suppose it justifies Prague Drinking Team’s rule-breaking? CHANEY: Two wrongs don’t make a right, but my heart doesn’t bleed for Brady right now. [Josef Skala is back on his feet.] CHANEY: Side belly-to-belly suplex! [The double down reaches five. Brady is a bit breathless, but manages to tag out to Strauss. Strauss rushes in and double axes Skala to the spine and promptly punches Bosko off the apron] CHANEY: The attitude of The Law. WATTERS: I love it. They’re aggressive, physical and will make a fine addition to the tag team division. CHANEY: Which is loaded with talent. [Strauss whips Skala to The Law corner yet misses with the subsequent splash. Nearby, Brady taps Strauss on the shoulder to make himself the legal man, which our official accepts. Brady, limping slightly, still gets to Skala, grabbing him by the leg and dropping an elbow inside, presumably payback for the previous chop block Bosko sneaked in on Brady.] CHANEY: Prague Drinking Team are physical, but these guys? WATTERS: Another level altogether. They are six hundred pounds of ruggedness, meanness, muscle and aggression. Can they be beaten? Yes. ANYONE can. But, Prague Drinking Team’s strengths are exactly the same of The Law’s. You need the smarts of Las Preguntas or athleticism, because very few teams can hope to go toe-to-toe with these two monsters. I’m sure a team somewhere could, but not here and not Prague Drinking Team. [Brady drapes a leg drop across Skala and then punches away at the leg, leaving Skala in serious pain.] CHANEY: That aggression again. Brady seems personally offended Bosko nailed him with that chop block and is taking it out on Jan’s partner, Josef Skala, who has been isolated for the entire bout. WATTERS: Not just a couple of mindless thugs, after all? They’re intelligent in their own right. CHANEY: A tactic as old as time itself, but one that will still work for eternity. And, impressive strength by Brady who holds Skala up...and up….Vertical suplex. WATTERS: Easy work. [Brady then rams Skala’s head into The Law’s top turnbuckle and brings Strauss back in.] CHANEY: Strauss sticks it to Skala with a couple of knees and is looking to lift his man up onto the top turnbuckle. Larry, Brady’s strong, but so is Strauss. Who do you think is more powerful out of these two guys? WATTERS: They’ve got different types of power. Raw power? Brady. But, Strauss is more explosive and that’s potentially more dangerous. Brady’s like an elephant with that size and just enough speed to mow through you whereas Strauss is like a lion or a tiger, not as strong physically, but that burst of speed makes all the difference. I think Brady’s meaner, and is the definite captain. Strauss sets a tempo. CHANEY: Superplex coming up, no, Skala headbutts Strauss off the top and Brady cops a kick from the top rope… WATTERS: Pun intended? CHANEY: No, but Skala’s somersault leg drop is intended and it lands, much to the delight of the crowd. However, I have to say it wasn’t the best idea, given the amount of punishment Bosko’s taken. WATTERS: Desperate men do stupid things. CHANEY: I thought it was desperate things? WATTERS: Which means stupid. CHANEY: Anyway, Strauss will get to Brady - yes, he does - but will Skala tag Bosko? WATTERS: No! CHANEY: Yes, he does. [Bosko rocks Brady with three hard rights, two jabs and then puts him down with a headbutt.] CHANEY: Bosko on a roll here...look out! Snap powerslam on Strauss. [Jan then scoops Strauss up and tosses him to the outside, but when he turns round, Brady almost beheads him with A MASSIVE BOOT.] CHANEY: Game changer. WATTERS: Definitely. You get hit by one of them and you’ll go down...LOW BLOW!!! CHANEY: And if you get hit by one of those, you’ll go down too! WATTERS: Referee didn’t see it! I think Brady was going for a powerbomb, why are you smiling, Chaney? CHANEY: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because it was an unnecessary attack? WATTERS: Get over yourself. CHANEY: You sure got over Steve Blaine, Legend. Inverted DDT by Bosko, who is now heading outside, only to come back with interest in the form of a slingshot somersault legdrop! One...and only one. WATTERS: Brady’s TOUGH, Chaney. He doesn’t only dish it out. CHANEY: Two-handed bulldog coming up… WATTERS: Brady slams on the brakes and BREAKS Bokso’s heart - almost literally! What force! CHANEY: Bosko sure hit that top turnbuckle hard. Brady’s worse for wear, but Bosko didn’t go down from that. He’s resilient too… WATTERS: No doubt. All four of these guys have been in bar fights, street fights and they’re the type of people who’ve probably had church fights too. They just don’t care. CHANEY: Belly-to-back suplex from Brady cements The Law’s lead - again. WATTERS: Brady gets in and out, here comes Strauss… CHANEY: And a backbody drop from out of nowhere by Bosko! There’s hope for Prague Drinking Team yet. WATTERS: Instinct. {Let’s fast-forward the official’s count to six.] CHANEY: Both men just getting to their feet...Savate kick by Bosko stuns Strauss! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRR.............NO! BRADY BREAKS IT UP!!! [Brady nips in to stop what may’ve been a PDT victory. Skala is keen to get at Brady from the outside and once again, the referee concentrates on preventing the Prague Drinking Team member, which leaves The Law with a two - or is that three - on one advantage?] CHANEY: What’s that Brady’s going for? [He taps Bosko on the shoulder.] CHANEY: BRADY SPRAYS BOSKO!!! WATTERS: What? I didn’t see it! CHANEY: Of course you didn’t, and neither did the referee or Bosko, but everyone else did. No doubt about it. [Brady then stands behind the official, providing an extra obstacle for Skala, should he pass the official. Once the referee realizes, Skala charges Brady, and takes him to the ground and starts wailing away with blows, but the referee has spotted Strauss covering Bosko.] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . [Skala stops punching Brady to try and rescue Bosko, but can he make the late save?] . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Alas, he can’t and The Law have won in their first outing against the very game Prague Drinking Team. The main concern for Skala is Bosko’s eyesight, as Jan is writhing in pain. Josef tries to explain to the referee what happened to Jan, though whether that’ll change the outcome, is doubtful.] CHANEY: The Law victorious here, though they operated outside of the rules… WATTERS: As did Prague Drinking Team. CHANEY: Brady and Strauss could be a force here in SCW, and given their relationship with ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith, I can see them as a trio causing a lot of people problems, particularly with the lengths they’ll stoop to. We wish Steve Blaine - and it looks like Jan Bosko now - a speedy recovery. [The screen cuts away.]
[Screen opens to the interview area backstage where we see the masked interviewer known as The Informer standing with Flanagan at his side for an interview.] THE INFORMER: I am joined by the Irish brawler, Flanagan, who has not only already clashed with former World champion and Heel Nation member, Michael Wilson, but BEATEN him, albeit by disqualification. Mister Flanagan, what’s your assessment of Michael having been in the ring with him? [Flanagan is staring straight into space, swaying from side to side, clearly on another planet right now.] THE INFORMER: Flanagan, rumor has it the winner of this will be in line for the Television title. Any thoughts on tht? [All of a sudden, Flanagan gets a wiggle on and walks straight out of the shot, leaving the masked Informer taken aback.] THE INFORMER: Anything at all? Flanagan? [The screen cuts away.]
[During a break in-between matches, a roving backstage cameraman almost literally stumbles across the two masked young men collectively known as the Trailer Park Assassinz. Standing in the middle of an otherwise deserted hallway, Brutalizer and Destruktor appear less than entirely self-assured, their body language indicating nervous uncertainty even from a distance.] [As the cameraman carefully, tentatively inches nearer, all the while zooming in on the Assassinz, it becomes apparent that the two men are wearing matching shirts, with some sort of not-quite-discernible photographic design and lettering at the front. Their words, while somewhat distorted by the echoing arena corridor, are also picked up quite distinctly by the camera microphone, giving further insight into the young men's frame of mind.] BRUTALIZER: You ready to do this BLEEP, bro? DESTRUKTOR: ...n-no...not really... [As the smallest of the Assassinz shakes his head, clearly apprehensive, his partner places a hand on his shoulder, doing his best to affect a confident tone as he states.] BRUTALIZER: Chill, bro. We gucci. We just gotta 'member what Boss be teachin' us. We good. [Destruktor, however, still seems less than reassured, and continues to shake his head, his entire upper body now beginning to shake. The sight of this immediately drives Brutalizer into action, as he wraps an arm around his smaller partner's shoulder and swiftly drags him into a nearby locker room, away from any prying eyes or, indeed, camera lenses. With nothing further left to film, the stealthy cameraman therefore has no choice but to call this particular batch of a footage a wrap, and as a result, the feed quickly cuts away from the now deserted corridor and back to the arena floor.]
[The screen shows Steve Blaine standing backstage in front of the SCW interview background. Standing next to him is "Ubiytsa" Kostya Demidov. The Russian looks intimidating with a stoic glare on his face. Blaine has a smile on, but it loses its luster when he looks at the eyes of the man he is to interview.] BLAINE: With me now is Kostya Demidov, who is making his SCW debut this evening against Luscious Jasmine. It is great to have you here in SCW, Mr. Demidov! DEMIDOV: Dah. BLAINE: So how does it feel to be here in SCW in front of the great fans in New Orleans tonight? DEMIDOV: Like most nights. [Blaine is unnerved and it shows.] BLAINE: I meant wha... DEMIDOV: I know what you mean, interview man. In Russia we have a saying that goes like this - The wolf eats what he wants and how he wants for it is how he stays strong in the depths of winter. [Blaine looks clueless.] BLAINE: I'm not certain I follow. DEMIDOV: Let me explain, little man. [He takes the microphone out of Blaine's hand.] DEMIDOV: When a man seeks to show his power, he must do it in a way that makes impression on those who would challenge him for that power. [He turns his face toward the camera.] DEMIDOV: You do not know me here, except by what my name is and what you see standing here. But soon... [He points toward the camera as if referencing the ring.] DEMIDOV: ...in the ring, you will get a better understanding of who I am and what I am all about. You all watch what happens to this multi-colored freak. Listen to him as he cries out for the punishment to end. [He glances down at Blaine.] DEMIDOV: Women will cover the eyes of their children to protect them from the horror. Men will find their stomachs turning when t becomes known the lengths at which I am capable of going to achieve my desires. And when I am done... [He again looks toward the camera.] DEMIDOV: Nobody will doubt me nor be quick to fight me. [He hands the microphone back to Blaine.] BLAINE: Anything else? DEMIDOV: Nyet. [He walks away, leaving Blaine alone.] BLAINE: Well, if I were Luscious Jasmine, I hope all my affairs are in order before going to the ring tonight. [The screen fades down and then cuts away.]
[We return to our broadcast team at the ringside announce table.] CHANEY: That Kostya Demidov looks frightening. WATTERS: He certainly does and he has the makings of something special here in SCW if he is even half of what he seems like. CHANEY: And that is? WATTERS: Bad ass. CHANEY: Well he gets to prove it in his debut later, but next is the debut match for another great star, John Henry Jones! WATTERS: We heard from him earlier and his Texas roots should make him right at home in SCW. CHANEY: I would think so, Larry. Tonight he will be in the ring against veteran Tex Colorado. WATTERS: THE MINNESOTA ASSASSIN!!! CHANEY: You love that nickname, don't you? WATTERS: Hell yes I do! CHANEY: Tex debuted with a victory last Rampage and he looks to ruin the debut of Jonea tonight. Only one of these men will walk out undefeated in their SCW careers to date! WATTERS: It is a showdown, of sorts! CHANEY: Indeed! Let's head to the ring and see how it plays out!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Luckenbach, Texas....standing six feet, four inches tall and weighignin at two hundred, sixty-five pounds. Here is.... "T H E L A W" J O H N H E N R Y J O N E S! ! ! ["The Man Comes Around" by Johnny Cash begisn to play and the ans give a cheer to the natie Texas as he steps through the entrance curtain. Jones, sporting dirty blind hair and 5 o'clock shadow, comes out wearing black trunks and blackboots, wiith a cowboy hat and a duster covering his upper body. He salutes the fans at the top of the entrance aisle before walking down the rest of the way to the ring. He enters the ring and holds his arms high with the traditional Texas salute yet again and gets a round of cheers for it.] CHANEY: John Henry Jones has arrived in SCW and what a way to kick off the action tonight! WATTERS: The man has no real schtick. He is banking on the fact he is from Texas? CHANEY: He is no frills, Larry. He doesn't need anything but to be who he is. WATTERS: Oh this will be fun. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, standing six-feet, four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and seventy-eight pounds. Hailing from Albuquerque, New Mexico, here is.... "T H E M I N N E S O T A A S S A S S I N" T E X C O L O R A D O! ! ! [An instrumental easily observed as "Country Boys Can Survive" by Hank Williams Jr begins to play over the PA System as the fans' polite clapping goes to slightly more modified boos. The curtain opens and Tex Colorado steps out from behind them with a bullrope wrapped around his torso. He immediately gets boos for doing the hook'em horns hand gesture, except upside down as he walks down the aisle. He enters the ring and takes the bullrope, with lasso and throws it around the ring post and then tosses it out of the ring.] CHANEY: It will be Cowboy versus Coyboy in this one! WATTERS: That is why I am going to pick a cowboy to win in a walk! CHANEY: Oh brother! WATTERS: We saw Tex win convincingly last Rampage. Can he keep it up? I think he has a shot. CHANEY: This should be a good one! Tex Colorado coming off a big win last Rampage and “The Law” John Henry Jones debuting tonight. WATTERS: Yeah I was kind of shocked when The Minnesota Assassin picked up the win but I wonder does John Henry Jones think he is above the “law”? CHANEY: That’s rude! Why you got to judge people before even knowing them. [The bell rings and John Henry Jones goes into a frenzy holding nothing back by unleashing a flurry of rights and lefts on Tex Colorado. The Minnesota Assassin staggers back but shows little to no effect. He reaches out and grabs John Henry Jones around the neck, immobilizing him. Tex Colorado forces him into the middle of the ring as John Henry Jones grabs Tex Colorado’s wrists, trying to break the grip he has around John Henry Jones’ neck. Tex Colorado lifts John Henry Jones up, John Henry Jones kicks his legs and nails Tex Colorado in the gut a couple of times. Tex Colorado pushes John Henry Jones away but “The Law” showing his ring awareness bounces off the ropes goes for a clothesline on Tex Colorado. Tex Colorado was waiting for it and hip tosses “The Law” to the mat.] WATTERS: Wow Tex Colorado is looking to get on a winning streak here. CHANEY: I am sure Jones has a lot more left in the tank. [Tex Colorado lifts John Henry Jones up and body slams him! John Henry Jones arches his back in pain as Tex Colorado glares back at Shane Staggs. Tex Colorado jams his giant foot on John Henry Jones’ throat, choking the life out of him. John Henry Jones kicks his feet and grabs Tex Colorado’s foot as he shows pure strength and pushes his foot off his throat. With Tex Colorado on one leg “The Law” sweeps his other leg out from other him so The Minnesota Assassin falls face first on the mat.] CHANEY: Seems like Tex crossed the line with The Law when he started to cheat. It likes something went off in Jones. WATTERS: Or it could have been beginner’s luck. CHANEY: I don’t think The Law is someone [As both men get to their feet at the same time a slugfest is happening in the center of the ring. The Minnesota Assassin gets the advantage with a thumb to “The Law’s” eye. Tex Colorado whips John Henry Jones into a corner, John Henry Jones hits hard. Tex Colorado charges in, but John Henry Jones gets a boot up!! It drills Tex Colorado right in the head! Tex Colorado staggers back as John Henry Jones quickly climbs to the second rope. He leaps off with a flying shoulder block and hits Tex Colorado with it! Tex Colorado falls to one knee in the middle of the ring, trying to shake the cobwebs off. John Henry Jones quickly gets back to his feet and runs into the ropes, he bounces off and nails Tex Colorado with a stiff clothesline to his face!! As both men The Law and The Minnesota Assassin on laying the mat both men get up at the same time, negating the advantage “The Law” had just earned. Tex Colorado is leaning against the ropes, still feeling some of the effects from John Henry Jones’ previous barrage. John Henry Jones begins to play to the crowd to get them behind him as a “THE LAW” chant starts from the fans in New Orleans. John Henry Jones walks up to The Minnesota Assassin and gives him one forearm smash and another and a third one for good for good measure. Tex Colorado seems to be out on his feet and “The Law’ sees this as an opportunity and drills him with a swinging big right hand. As Tex falls to the mat “The Law” makes the cover…] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRR......................KICKOUT CHANEY: Sooo close there for "The Law" John Henry Jones! WATTERS: The fans were nearly robbed, Smith. CHANEY: How so? WATTERS: Come on these fans love Tex Colorado it is obvious isn’t it? CHANEY: You know, you have your opinions and I’m going to cease asking you to explain them. [John Henry Jones gets to his feet and pulls Tex Colorado to his, Tex Colorado shoves John Henry Jones off and nails him with a couple of stiff right hands. John Henry Jones staggers back and Tex Colorado shoves him into a corner, John Henry Jones slams hard and holds the back of his head. Tex Colorado walks in this time and lifts John Henry Jones up to the top rope. John Henry Jones lifts a knee right into Tex Colorado’s face! Tex Colorado staggers back and bends over, holding his face. John Henry Jones jumps down off the top ropes and Tex Colorado tries to stop “The Law” but is met with a Texas Uppercut and then a quick kick to the midsection followed up with a massive headbutt. John Henry Jones sees Tex Colorado on his right knee and picks him up driving him back first into the mat with a Texas Suplex!! John Henry Jones rolls Tex Colorado over for the pin…] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRR......................SHOULDER UP CHANEY: Tex Colorado is proving to be a tough out for "The Law" John Henry Jones! WATTERS: He is The Minnesota Assassin what did you expect him to play dead and roll over. [John Henry Jones slaps the mat with his hands out of frustration but gets back to his feet, ready to continue wearing Tex Colorado down. Tex Colorado slowly gets to his and John Henry Jones goes for a short arm lariat, he misses as Tex Colorado ducks underneath. Tex Colorado then grabs John Henry Jones around the neck with one of his big hands and John Henry Jones tries to break free, but can’t. Tex Colorado lifts John Henry Jones up high in the air and holds him there as Shane Staggs administers a count.] CHANEY: Finally, Shane Staggs is doing his job! WATTERS: What are you talking about? The guy has been screwing Tex Colorado since the start...he’s just being consistent. CHANEY: That is a blatant chokehold. WATTERS: No you idiot, it’s a chokeslam CHANEY: I see no slam! WATTERS: It’s coming, be patient [Tex Colorado has John Henry Jones high in the air and is ready to slam him down, John Henry Jones, though, is able to get his foot around the top rope in a nearby corner and push off of it. Tex Colorado loses his grip as he goes to slam John Henry Jones and his hand tears away from John Henry Jones’ throat. “The Law” puts his arm around the neck area of The Minnesota Assassin and drives him into the mat with an earth shattering DDT. “The Law” immediately gets up to his feet and raises his arms in the air as the fans erupt in a chorus of cheers. The Minnesota Assassin gets back on his feet but it is on pure instincts as he has a far away look in his eyes. The Law hits his finisher The Head Shot on Tex Colorado who hits the mat face first. John Henry Jones rolls him over and makes the cover hooking his far leg as Shane Staggs slides in for the count.] CHANEY: THE HEAD SHOT!!! WATTERS: Goodness! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: JOHN HENRY JONES WITH THE WIN!!! WATTERS: Nice debut for the Texas, but wait till he gets some real competition! CHANEY: SCW is full of that for sure. WATTERS: You can say that again! [Jones raises his arms and gets an ovation from the crowd of New Orleans.] CHANEY: Welcome to the SCW, Mr. Jones! We've been waiting for a man just like you to come through the door! WATTERS: Speak for yourself. We have enough people already. Why do we have to find another Texan? CHANEY: Larry! WATTERS: I'm just wondering here! [The screen cuts away.]
[We switch to backstage where Tess WIley is with Kid Chameleon for an iknterview.] WILEY: Kid Chameleon, tonight you face Windham Brody, but you’ve still got so much history and unfinished business with Chris Smith and now The Law, you’ve got to be thinking of them. KID CHAMELEON: They’re always trying to ONE-UP Kid Chameleon, but the moment you close your eyes on the battlefield is the moment you never open them again and if I do that, it’ll be game over for me against Windham Brody. WILEY: Right. Why do you think The Law is helping ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith? CHAMELEON: There’s nothing as dangerous as a crowd with the wrong idea. WILEY: How much does this rivalry with Chris Smith mean to you? Can you finally beat him? CHAMELEON: A strong man doesn’t need to read the future. He makes his own. [The screen cuts away.]
[“Sweating For The Gold” blasts over the PA and the crowd begins BOOING as a pirate dressed in black & gold and an impossibly sweaty man walkout. The Pirate of Bling! Tony Sweat! SWEATY BLING!] CHANEY: And there they are. Sweaty Bling has been on quite a roll picking up wins over the past few months. You have to think they are headed down to make a statement. WATTERS: Just look at Bling. That is the look of a future champion right there, Chaney. [The Pirate has a determined look on his face as he heads towards the ring while Tony has a smug, confident smile and is motioning to the fans along the railing to cheer all the while spraying them inadvertently with his perspiration flying every which way it can via his thrusting about with his arms. Some fans begin to freak out, some gag, all in the revulsion of Tony’s sweat landing on them.] CHANEY: Oh no! Those poor fans! I think some of Tony’s sweat just got into that poor fans drink! WATTERS: This is why they need those official Sweaty Bling towels. Which can be found on SCW.com or at your closest merch stand! [Bling acquires the microphone and then both men climb inside the ring and the BOOS continues to rain down on them. A small Masked Bros chant begins, but quickly dies down.] WATTERS: Masked Bros? They already sent that moron flying. CHANEY: The Texas fans aren’t supporting Sweaty Bling here tonight. [The Pirate ignores the boos and begins to address the crowd.] TPOB: Ahoy, me Hearties! [BOOS] TPOB: Let me get right to the point; Tony and me be the rightful number one contenders for that tag team gold! [BOOS] TPOB: There should be no disputing of it! No “Blow me down” surprise! We’ve beaten every team that has been placed in front of us here in SCW. Name me one team that has as winning a record as us! [Bling waits for a response from the crowd but just hears BOOS in reply.] TPOB: Blimey, it be not shocking! We beat them all and the time has come for us to reap our rewards of being the best! [Tony grabs Bling’s right hand, the one with the mic in it, to his partner’s dismay as the sweat pours down his hand now. Sweat pulls his friend’s microphone filled hand towards himself.] TS: Like my buddy said, we beat them all! The scammers, the other guys.. ALL OF ‘EM! Like all the ladies it is time to give it up to us! GIVE US THE TITLE SHOTS! [BOOS from the crowd while Tony laughs and thrusts his arms in the air. Bling pulls out an official Sweaty Bling towel and wipes down his hand before continuing.] TPOB: C’mon SCW! Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen on this thing! Give us what we’ve earned! Name us the number one- [Just then - # MASKED BROS …. BEFORE HOS # [Masked Bros by Droner blasts over the PA interrupting Sweaty Bling. The Pirate of Bling looks annoyed as Tony Sweat jerks into action ready to throw down. The masked fan favorites begin to quickly make their way down the aisle way as they waste no time asking for microphones.] CHANEY: It looks like the Masked Bros aren’t done! WALTERS: You’d think they got enough at Showdown, Chaney. [The fans cheer loudly as the two masked men stand inside the ring with their nemesis, Sweaty Bling. The Masked Maniac finally raises the microphone and begins to speak.] MANIAC: You two really got one over on us. [This brings a smile to both members of Sweaty Bling’s face, but Maniac continues unamused.] MANIAC: Now usually, I would be right there slapping knees and laughing with you. It was quite amusing, but falling over ten feet in the air and landing on my back in this ring WASN’T amusing. [... witch makes Sweaty Bling even more amused. Masked Wingman begins to take a step forward, but Masked Maniac stops him.] MANIAC: However, bodies heal … We came out last Rampage and reminded everyone that we are here to be champions. But, before we can make that happen we have a little unsettled business we need to take care of. [The masked man points towards his hated rivals.] MANIAC: You two …. [The fans roar as Sweaty Bling seem a little taken back.] MANIAC: We aren’t done. No, you see we admit you outsmarted us. You got us in your back yard and you got one over on us. Now it’s our turn. It’s time to give all these fans what they want. A rematch! Two on two … Tag team versus tag team. The potential number one contenders versus the potential number one contenders. [As Masked Maniac lays out the challenge for the rematch the roars of the fans grow in support.] MANIAC: What do you say? Let’s give these fans what they want and roll the sleeves up and show the ladies who the real tag team is. Let’s do it ONE MORE TIME. [The Masked Wingman nods in support of his partner. Tony is trembling with rage and muttering under his breath “These damned scammers again!” He is ready to kick off the fighting right there and the Masked Bros seem willing to oblige but the Pirate of Bling grabs Tony by his shoulder and pulls him away, which requires getting his own hand covered in Sweat’s sweat while shaking his head. Tony gives a confused look but Bling whispers something to him and the glistening big man nods his head.] TPOB: Thanks but.. No thanks. [Massive BOOS from the crowd, outrage from the Masked Maniac.] TPOB: This be a business and you scallywags had your chance. You sons of biscuit eaters lost and we won and to the winner goes the spoils! So ye scurvy dogs go make your noise as doggies do but we have no more time for you. GOLD be awaiting us, our business be through! [With that Bling tosses the mic to someone at ringside and motions to Tony for them to leave. Sweat gives a smug smile at the Masked Bros as he exits the ring while Bling doesn’t look back and ignores the crowd’s booing. The Masked Bros watch in disappointment. The fans give the universal thumbs down with a middle finger mixed in towards Sweaty Bling in support of the Masked Bros.] CHANEY: The Masked Bros came down for a rematch, but they didn’t get the answer they wanted. WATTERS: They lost. Why would Sweaty Bling take a step back and continue to entertain the Masked Bros. Gold be awaiting them! CHANEY: Fans, Steve Blaine is backstage with CK Beretta, and I'm sure we all would like to hear his thoughts after last Rampage. Take it away Steve! [The screen cuts away abruptly.]
[The screen cuts to Steve Blaine as he stands backstage with CK Beretta standing next to him.] BLAINE: Folks, we're cutting to the chase, here. CK Beretta, last week, we say Windham Brody attack you from behind after your impressive debut. What do you have to say? BERETTA: Steve, I didn't come here to hide. I didn't come here to squeak my way through. I came here to face off against competitors, but Windham Brody decided takin' me out from behind was ok. [Beretta rubs the back of his head in memory of Brody's attack.] BERETTA: Well, I ain't gone, Brody. You didn't finish anything. You just made sure it got started. I'm aimin' for you, pal. I'll be the bigger man and face you anywhere and I'll make sure you see me comin'. Won't mean you're getting the off night, bud. Punch that time card and be ready for a full shift, because I won't be done with you for a while. [Beretta points to the camera.] BERETTA: I'll look you in the eye before I shove it inward. I'll face you straight on, like a man! Act like a weaselly coward. I'll still face you down and walk away with that W in the end. [He walks away as the screen fades and cuts away.]
[The view returns to our ringside broadcast team.] WATTERS: I thinks somebody is a little irked! CHANEY: Interesting! WATTERS: What? CHANEY: I would have bet a year's wages you had no clue what "irked" meant. WATTERS: Nice, Chaney. Really nice. CHANEY: Let's talk rematches for a second. WATTERS: Alright. CHANEY: Did you ever lose to somebody and then get a chance to take them on again? WATTERS: A few times. CHANEY: And? WATTERS: I usually destroyed them. It was a matter of pride for me. CHANEY: Then you understand the mindset of Michael Wilson heading into his match tonight against Flanagan. WATTERS: The last time they faced, didn't Wilson have the match won? CHANEY: He did, but refused to heed the instructions of the referee and was disqualified. WATTERS: So it isn't like he lost in a fluke, it was straight up taken from him. CHANEY: I'm sure he sees it that way. WATTERS: Yeah, this won't be pretty. CHANEY: It is time to find out how Wilson answers one of the odd losses on his resume in SCW as we head to the ring and Aaron "The Buff" Buffington!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, Hailing from your local pub and weighing in at two hundred-forty-five pounds. Here is.... F L A N A G A N ! ! ! [Flanagan, wearing jeans and his shoulder-length black hair covering his glazed over eyes, stumbles down the aisle a little worse for wear, remembering to exchange some high-fives with ringside observers.] CHANEY: Flanagan is in the arena and didn't have anything to say backstage, Larry. WATTERS: He does his talking in the ring, everything else is whiskey. CHANEY: You keep picking on his desire to drink, but every man is entitled to a little drink. WATTERS: There's a little drink and then bathing in it. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent... [“Jungle” by X Ambassador blares across the arena to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Michael Wilson emerges from the entrance tunnel. He ignores the fans as he makes his way to the ring.] BUFFINGTON: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds, hailing from Long Island, New York, this is... M I C H A E L W I L S O N ! ! ! [Michael Wilson enters the ring. He mounts his respective turnbuckle and looks around at the crowd before dropping down and stretching for the upcoming match. Flanagan seems read as he stands in the corner and watches Wilson ready himself.] CHANEY: Wilson seems to love taunting the fans as much as he does wrestling. Isn't that a little off, Crusher? WATTERS: Compared to what? A wise man once said that the goal is to get a reaction for as long as you can get it. Wilson does that each and every time his face shows up on a screen. It is like a cash register, Chaney. Can't you hear that? CHANEY: I guess we see things differently. WATTERS: We do. I like guys who are winners and can make money for a league. You like idiots who seek moral victories and end up bankrupt. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: The referee has called for the bell and this one has started, but Flanagan is still just kind of standing there. WATTERS: Let him get his ring legs underneath him, Chaney. Stop pushing! CHANEY: But the match is started! WATTERS: Doesn't matter. Wilson is going to clean his clock. [Wilson walks up and extends his hand to Flanagan and Flanagan looks at it and then to the crowd. The crowd immediately reacts negatively that he shouldn't take the hand, but the drunken grappler starts to reach for it anyway. In that moment, Wilson jabs his thumb right into the left eye and the crowd reacts strong with boos.] CHANEY: WILSON WITH AN ILLEGAL STRIKE RIGHT IN FROTN OF THE REFEREE!!! WATTERS: Flanagan never saw that coming! I cannot believe he fell for the oldest trick in the book! CHANEY: Well he is a tad buzzed in there, Larry. That might impair judgment. WATTERS: One could argue his judgment is always impaired. [Michael begins throwing forearm strikes at Flanagan and after a couple from each arm, He drops down and lands a pele kick right to the forehead, sending Flanagan stumbling into the corner. Wilson gets to his feet and taunts the crowd holding his arms out wide in celebration.] CHANEY: Michael Wilson is just full of himself in there. He is just too overconfident! WATTERS: Well he has seen him before, and this time he doesn't plan on allowing himself to get disqualified. He will act like the man he is. CHANEY: So Wilson should be an obnoxious jerk in there? WATTERS: He's the better man and he knows it. You probably have never had that feeling in your entire life. [Wilson lands an European Uppercut and follows it with a knee to the stomach in the corner. He does this combination a second time and spit flies out of Flanagan's mouth with the uppercut connects. Wilson then just slaps his face as a sign of disrespect.] CHANEY: Wilson with nasty combinations in that corner and Flanagan is in real trouble. WATTERS: This match could be a really bad one for the drinker. CHANEY: You mean like a drinking game college students play? WATTERS: No, but I still say that sound like a fun concept. When Wilson lands a move, take a shot. When Flanagan lands one, drink three shots. [Wilson grabs Flanagan and shoots him across the ring to the opposite corner. He follows right after for a splash, but Flanagan jumps to the turnbuckles and propels himself back with a high cross body attack that lands flush on Wilson's chest, sending them to the canvas.] CHANEY: HIGH CROSS BODY BY FLANAGAN!!! WATTERS: WHAT?!?!?! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW................KICKOUT!!!!!! CHANEY: WILSON ESCAPES!!! WATTERS: That was faster than expected. Flanagan surprised everyone there with a smart reversal of fortune. The real kicker will be if he can keep the advantage. CHANEY: And if they listened to your drinking game, there will be some really drunk people at home. WATTERS: Well congrats to them, I guess. [Flanagan gets up and reaches to pull Wilson up. Michael fires a wide roundhouse punch that misses badly and Flanagan grabs him by the waist and lifts him into the air, dropping him for an atomic drop as the fans get excited. Flanagan follows up with a swinging neckbreaker that gets the crowd off their chairs.] CHANEY: FLANAGAN WITH A NECKBREAKER ON ATTACK!!! WATTERS: He hooks a leg! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHH.....................NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: WILSON BARELY GETS OUT OF THAT ONE!!! WATTERS: Michael Wilson has ring savvy. Nobody ought to be worried on whether or not he knows what is going on and where he is in the ring at all times. CHANEY: A lot of faith in a man who is in trouble right now. WATTERS: You were saying? [Flanagan quickly gets up and grabs Wilson by the hair, only for Michael to land a low blow to the heavy drinking wrestler. Flanagan drops to a knee and Wilson is up to land a series of kicks to the chest and shoulders before smashing him with a kick to the head as the fans immediately begin booing again.] CHANEY: MICHAEL WILSON USING A LOW BLOW TO TURN THE TIDE!!! WATTERS: And now he is taking out all his frustration on Flanagan! CHANEY: Wilson is reigning down blows all over the upper body and Flanagan looks like somebody in the middle of an accident with arms flailing around. WATTERS: Odds are he will not get hurt as bad because of his flexibility. Yet I find it fun watching him get his ass kicked. [Wilson rushes to the corner and climbs up. He gets to the top turnbuckle and points out wide in taunting the crowd as he perches. He sets up and leaps, landing a textbook flying elbow drop into the chest of Flanagan.] CHANEY: FLYING ELBOW DROP BY WILSON!!! WATTERS: OHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRREEEE...................NOOOO!!!! KICKOUT!!!! CHANEY: Flanagan managed to get a shoulder up and Wilson is livid! WATTERS: He made the mistake of not hooking the leg. This match is over if he does that. CHANEY: A rookie mistake for such a veteran. WATTERS: Everybody makes mistakes, Chaney. Look at your hairstyle. [Wilson gets to his feet and pulls Flanagan up. He grabs hold of him from behind and lifts for a German suplex. Flanagan gets crumpled like an old accordion with the impact as the fans groan loudly. Wilson is up and he stands over Flanagan and taunts him, calling him names.] CHANEY: Michael Wilson is again taunting a downed opponent. What a jerk he can be! WATTERS: Perhaps, but he is a jerk who can go in the ring. CHANEY: I can't dispute that fact. I just wish he had a better attitude. WATTERS: If he tried to be nice and all that, he wouldn't be the Wilson he truly is. That would be a shame. [Flanagan rolls over and starts to try and get up and Wilson stomps on his fingers, causing him to jump up to be on his knees. WIlson wastes no time and grabs him from behind for the kata-hajime submission hold. He wrenches the hold back and has it cinched in.] CHANEY: WILSON LOCKING ON THE SUBMISSION HOLD!!! WATTERS: This one might be over fast! CHANEY: Flanagan is struggling against it, but not as furious as we might expect. WATTERS: Drinking helps you accept things easier, I guess. [The referee is checking on Flanagan, who is not faring well. In the wrenching of the hold, Flanagan's left leg went out to the side and managed to touch the bottom rope. The referee saw it and begins calling for the break. He starts to count to five and at the final count, Wilson releases the hold.] CHANEY: WILSON FINALLY RELEASES THE HOLD!!! WATTERS: He isn't happy about the referee getting that involved in the match. CHANEY: It was an illegal hold the moment Flanagan's foot hit that rope and you know it. Wilson knows it too, but he just doesn't want to admit it. WATTERS: He was allowed five counts to let go and he used them well. He still stayed within the rules. [Wilson yells at the referee, but turns to grab Flanagan, who quickly grabs Michael by the head and rolls him into a small package.] CHANEY: SMALL PACKAGE BY FLANAGAN!!! WATTERS: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: HE DID IT! HE DID IT! FLANAGAN WITH AN UPSET VICTORY CLEAN OVER WILSON!!! WATTERS: He pulled the tights! CHANEY: No he didn't, Larry! Wilson was overconfident and it showed! Flanagan used it against him! WATTERS: I refuse to believe this! [The crowd erupts as Flanagan holds his arm up high in victory.] CHANEY: Flanagan with a victory!!! WATTERS: This is just wrong! CHANEY: Wilson has not been the same since Daniels left and it showed here tonight. WATTERS: He should have wiped the floor with him! Where does he go from here? I wouldn't want to be his next opponent. [The screen cuts away.]
[The camera fades to the backstage area of The Lakefront Arena, where Chris Hopper can be seen shuffling through a mountain of paperwork and contracts on his desk. As he flips through a few sheets, the sound of a door opening up can be heard off camera. Not expecting any visitors, Hopper looks up and a bit of shock appears on his face. From off screen, a voice can be heard.] VOICE: So it looks like Nixon has gotten what he wants. Now it is time to talk about what SAGAWA wants. [The face of Hopper upturns into a little bit of a smirk, as he gestures towards a chair before him as if to offer up a seat.] HOPPER: By all means. Lets talk. [And with that a figure moves in front of the office camera, blocking it's view as we fade back to the ringside area, where the crowd is abuzz.] CHANEY: What was THAT all about? WATTERS: Beats me. But knowing what SAGAWA is capable of, I am frightened of what it was that _he_ wants. CHANEY: Yeah, but who was that? Payne? WATTERS: I haven't the slightest. But I am sure we will find out in due time. But right now we want to show you a video sent to us over twitter by SCW Superstar, "Legend" Sean Darring. He is at home in Miami, Florida and wanted to give us a report on how he is feeling after what happened at the hands of Alex Reyn last Rampage. Let's take a look.
[The following video plays...] [We are in Miami, Florida. Home of the Legend, Sean Darring. It's a nice ocean side house. All the glitz and glamour you'd expect from a legend in this business. However, we aren't on HGTV... No this is about the physical condition of Sean Darring. We find the Legend sitting on his sofa obviously nursing his injuries from the last Rampage. He has stitches over his right side of his forehead. Crutches lean against the table to assistance Darring in moving around. However, despite his injuries the Legend sits in good spirits with his usual look of confidence and determination.] LSD: I asked for this opportunity to address the last Rampage. I know there have been a lot of questions about my health and physical condition. I received an outpour of support over email. So let me start off by thanking everyone for their support and concern. [The Legend puts his hands together and nods saying - Thank you.] LSD: As you can see, I am back home in Miami. Doctors and SCW management asked me to return home and recover. Most importantly they ordered me to stay away from the arena until I am cleared to return to action. [The Legend sighs taking a deep breath.] LSD: That was a hard pill to swallow. After what went down in my match with Reyn. I obviously wanted to bounce back up and return back to action to set the record straight. However, as you can see this old body didn't agree with me. [The Legend gives a "What can ya do?" shrug.] LSD: So here I am. Sitting back at home replaying what happened in my mind from both Showdown and the last Rampage over and over and over and over and over and OVER again. [With each "over" the more intense and angrier the Legend became.] LSD: I kept looking for an answer to what I could have done differently. I kept asking myself those hard questions. Even the r-word crept into my head. [dead silence pause.] LSD: Is Reyn smarter then I am? Is he just better then I am? [Look of possible defeat leaves the face of the Legend and that smile returns.] LSD: I am not done by a long shot. Reyn, you got the better of me. You sneak attacked me and then lured me into your world of mind games. It took a concussion. It took stitches across my head. It took days of feeling sorry and reflecting to realize you didn't do this to me. I did it to myself. [The Legend lets those words sink in.] LSD: I've made a career of being in control. I have made a career of being one step ahead of my opponent. You beat me and put me out of action at my own game. For that, I applaud you. [Clap.] LSD: However, that advantage you had. It's gone. The statement you made. You now have to answer to it. These injuries keeping me away from Texas? They will heal. Then what's going to happen? What is your next move? [The Legend stares into the camera with that same look we saw prior to the PPV.] LSD: You should have finished the job. Your biggest mistake was leaving me capable of returning. When I get you inside that ring not only will you have to contend with over twenty years of experience, but you will have one fully committed and focused legend dead set on revenge and retribution. That concussion ... THESE STITCHES - [A close up on the closed up wound that Reyn gave the Legend.] LSD: They motivate me every single day. All I have is time to sit here and plan for the moment I get you back inside that ring. I will be back. [The Legend flashes his patented smug and confident smile as the camera fades.] [The screen cuts away.]
[We see Windham Brody standing in the backstage interview area. Shockingly Tess Wiley is not there, but Brody decides to just start talking.] BRODY: Kid Chameleon. Is that really your name, bro? [He pulls his hair back and continues.] BRODY: They say chameleons can blend into their environment. They do it for defense. It makes them harder to snatch up and kill. [He rubs his chin.] BRODY: Well, I guess tonight that gets put to the test as I'm aiming to prove there isn't any running or hiding from the monster you are laying your eyes are right here. [He smirks as he points his thumb at his chest.] BRODY: The only way you are blending in is when I leave you as a grease stain on the mat. Sure you got a lot of fancy moves but let me ask you something, how good are they if you got a bad leg maybe a bad wing? [He looks inquisitively at the camera.] BRODY: So Chameleon, you better be REAL good and strike first and often. Because if I get my hands on you, it's going to be a one way ticket to pain and suffering. You're about to find out just what CK Barretta did last Rampage and that's.... [Another smirk.] BRODY: BRODY RULES! [He walks off as the screen cuts away.]
[The screen shows the announcers at the ringside broadcast station, both ready to roll.] CHANEY: Looks like Sean Darring is on the mend and we all wish him well! WATTERS: And some of us wish he came back as the guy he USED to be! CHANEY: Did you have to say that? WATTERS: Just speaking my mind. I get paid to do that, you know. CHANEY: Yes, yes....I know. WATTERS: And I get paid more than you. [Eric stops nodding as if only paying half attention and turns his head to Larry. Watters just nods and Chaney turns back toward the camera and continues on.] CHANEY: Fans, it is time for the next debut on the docket for the evening as we finally see Kostya Demidov in action! WATTERS: The Russian killer is here and ready to start bagging bodies! CHANEY: I doubt he will literally kill anyone. WATTERS: That we are aware of. CHANEY: Jeez...let's go to the ring before Larry gets us in a lawsuit or worse!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from San Francisco, California! Weighting in at two hundred and eighteen pounds, here is... L U S C I O U S J A S M I N E ! ! ! ["Carma Chameleon" begins playing over the PA system and out comes the flamboyant Jasmine. He is wearing a pink set of tights with a green bolt looking strip around the middle section with white boots. He has bright red hair and no facial hair. His eyes are green and it even looks like he has on some makeup as his lips seem to shine in the lights. He has a large flamingo pink boa around his neck and he vamps a little as he walks the aisle. Jasmine loves the fans and throws out neon necklaces to kids and women as he walks down the aisle. He enters the ring and pinches referee Marshall Noblitt on the rear, which gets him irritated and the fans laugh.] CHANEY: This guy really loves the fans! WATTERS: I'm sure he does. CHANEY: Why do you sound so dismissive of Jasmine? WATTERS: The Dude is a fruitcake. CHANEY: I don't think those kind of homophobic statements should be made, Larry. WATTERS: I don't give a rat's ass if he is gay or not, Chaney! He's a fruitcake because he thinks running around in glowing pink outfits and tossing kid's necklaces into the crowd will somehow make him a star! That is lunacy! [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent.... ["I'm a Bad Man" by Dark Country begins to play over the PA System.] BUFFIGNTON: Standing six feet, five inches tall and weighing in at two hundred, fifty-five pounds! Hailing from Brighton Beach, New York by way of Kazan, Russia, here is.... "U B I Y T SA" K O S T Y A D E M I D O V! ! ! [Demidov steps out from behind the curtain and we see him for the first time. He is a good looking Russian man with black hair that is cut short, but not buzzed. He has a black goatee and his body has numerous tattoos spanning his time in the Russian Mafia. He wears a black suit with a white shirt and red tie. He stops for a second to look the scene over as he arrives at ringside and then enters the ring using the steps. Once in the ring, he removes the jacket, shirt and tie and has a wrestling style top that is white and resembles a whife-beater shirt. He stands in the center of the ring and waits for the start of the match.] CHANEY: This is our first look and this guy seems very imposing, Larry! WATTERS: Chaney, if the stories we keep hearing about this guy are even close to being true, SCW just got even more dangerous. CHANEY: I truly hope he really wasn't an assassin. WATTERS: Nothing would shock me at this point. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: There's the bell and Demidov is still standing in the middle of the ring. WATTERS: He's daring Jasmine to come after him. This is great psychology against a guy that seems to be all over the place. CHANEY: Will Jasmine take the bait? WATTERS: I've seen dumber ideas. He could get lucky and hit him just right. [Demidov stands in the center of the ring while Jasmine works the crowd and circles the ring to play to the audience on all sides. Demidov doesn't move or even look at Jasmine when he is behind him.] CHANEY: The fans starting to urge Jasmine into the battle as Demidov just stands there. WATTERS: The man is a rock! He refuses to be altered regardless of the situation! I like that! CHANEY: Jasmine getting the crowd behind him now, you can even hear come clapping form the crowd. WATTERS: All meaningless until he actually throws down! [Finally Jasmine comes back to stand in front of Demidov and the Russian is standing with his arms at his side, as if not concerned at all with his opponent. Jasmine takes a fighting stance as the crowd urges him on to go after his opponent.] CHANEY: Jasmine looks like he is ready to go! WATTERS: And yet he still hasn't done a single thing except play to the sheep out here! CHANEY: Well Demidov hasn't done anything either! WATTERS: I beg to differ! He has effectively challenged Jasmine to put up or shut up without ever moving a single muscle! He's totally bad ass right now! [Finally Jasmine throws a punch, but Demidov blocks it away. Demidov does not return fire at all, as he just continues to stand there looking stoic and showing no emotion at all.] CHANEY: DEMIDOV BLOCKS THE PUNCH AND DOESN'T SEEM TO CARE AT ALL! WATTERS: The man knows he owns this guy and he can stand there ALL NIGHT! CHANEY: Jasmine will need to do something more if he is supposed to get this guy to go in the ring. WATTERS: And congratulations Chaney, you just won understatement of the year for that one! [Jasmine shrugs as the crowd urges him on again and he lunges in with a big kick that see Demidov swipe it away with his left hand with relative ease. Demidov does strike Jasmine with a slap in return and it sends the technicolor grappler to the mat as the crowd groans at the impact. Yet even with an obvious advantage, Demidov continues just standing at center ring.] CHANEY: KOSTYA DEMIDOV SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF JASMINE'S MOUTH RIGHT THERE!!! WATTERS: He took him down with a slap! Imagine what he could do with a punch! CHANEY: He isn't a seven foot beast, but yet he is acting like one in there right now. WATTERS: He rules this ring and he knows it. CHANEY: If you are Jasmine, what are you thinking right now? WATTERS: You are cursing the guy who wrote your name on the line to face the guy! That is what you are thinking right now! [Jasmine gets to his feet and rubs his jaw. He looks to the fans, who start cheering for him to attack again. Jasmine leans back to the ropes and takes off running, passing Demidov up and bouncing off the opposite ropes. He rushes past Kostya, who doesn't move or even look at Jasmine, again and jumps to the middle ropes and propels himself back toward Demidov with flying forearm, which Demidov dodges and catches Jasmine with his right arm stuck next to his neck.] CHANEY: HE CAUGHT HIM!!! DEMIDOV CAUGHT HIM IN MID ATTACK!!! WATTERS: And he has him at his mercy! CHANEY: This one may end quickly! WATTERS: If Jasmine is lucky, it will. [Kostya holds Jasmine in this position before lifting and flipping Jasmine over with a suplex, which lands Jasmine on his head. The crowd boos as Demidov stands to his feet.] CHANEY: NASTY SUPLEX BY THE RUSSIAN!!! WATTERS: Jasmine could have broken his neck right there! CHANEY: It was one of the most awkward landing I have ever witnessed in the wrestling ring! WATTERS: He's trying to get to his feet and I give him credit for that, but at this point, I think you roll out of the ring and take the loss. This guy could legitimately kill you! [The assassin walks slowly to where Jasmine is and waits for him to stand up before grabbing him again and shoving him into a suplex lift position and then he lifts him into the air with a vertical suplex lift. He holds him there for a few seconds before dropping him straight down with a spike DDT in the middle of the ring.] CHANEY: THE DEATH BLOW!!! DEMIDOV NAILS IT WITH EASE!!! WATTERS: He's done! It's over! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: KOSTYA DEMIDOV WITH A VICTORY!!!!! WATTERS: Not a surprise at all! What is surprising is how he did it as he just taunted Jasmine the entire match in his own way. CHANEY: It was a real mis-match! WATTERS: And how! [Demidov stands back to his feet, still showing no emotion, as his music plays. He then walks away from the referee before he can raise his arm.] CHANEY: Kostya Demidov debuting with a victory on Rampage and you can expect more form this guy in the future! WATTERS: I have no doubt. Somebody tell the guys in the locker room this guy is the real deal! CHANEY: I doubt that is a secret now. WATTERS: Only to those who are deaf, blind, and stupid! [The screen cuts away.]
[Screen opens to see the entire Rich Family standing in the interview area backstage.] FREDDIE: We knew we had to win, not to keep our jobs, but to keep our distant dreams of becoming Tag Team champions alive. We’ve been the nearly men for far too long and where better to break the curse than our home state. [Todd nods.] TODD: Like Freddie said, we’ve been close many, many times. We’re taking it a match at a time, so the next shot we get, that’s it. It’s the ONE. [Declan steps out from the pack.] DECLAN: We’re all developing and getting better, from Freddie to Donny, and Todd and me in the middle. There’s an order, but I think now we can rely on each other much more than we used to. [Freddie puts his arm around younger brother, Declan.] FREDDIE: Declan’s stepped up and we’re at a point, we knew he would get there, that we trust Declan and Donny’s getting there too, aren’t you? [Freddie glances at younger brother, Donny.] DONNY: Am I? Prove it. Let me wrestle in the next match. FREDDIE: Well… [Donny points at Freddie.] DONNY: Exactly. That’s the reaction right there. FREDDIE: I don’t need to prove it - you do. DONNY: How can I? You don’t give me the chances. FREDDIE: I see you in the gym and you’re sh… [Todd gets between Freddie and Donny. Declain also helps.] TODD: Shh, Freddie. DONNY: You know what, Todd? Don’t waste your energy. I’m going. [With that, Donny departs.] TODD: Freddie… FREDDIE: Todd, not now. If he’s serious, let’s see what he does next week. [The screen cuts away.]
[As commercials begin to play, this one runs first.] [The screen is black and we hear a very low booming voice come over the black screen.] VOICE OVER: There are millions of ways to find out more about the SCW and it's superstars. But here is the best way... [The screen stays black as we hear a mouse click and then the screen goes to static for a second. Finally when the static leaves, we see the main page of the SCW Web site.] VOICE OVER: The internet. SCW is now on the internet with all sorts of information about your favorite wrestling superstars. There are the current results and fan reactions and the ever popular Title Histories page. [The screen shows a mouse pointer being moved over to the side menu and clicking on the link to show the Forum blog.] VOICE OVER: There is even a blog to interact with your favorite SCW superstar! See what your favorite wrestler has to say away from the ring. [The mouse pointer goes over to the side menu and clicks on the roster link.] VOICE OVER: You can even see the vital statistics on all of your favorite SCW superstars. Where did they come from and why did they begin wrestling? It is all inside the roster section waiting to be explored. [The screen switches to show the mouse clicking on the rumors page link.] VOICE OVER: Go to the rumor section to find out some information that even the SCW leadership may not want the public to see. It is all here right now, and you have to do is point and click. [The screen shows the mouse going back to the home page and the logo from the screen literally jumps from the computer screen to fill the entire screen.] VOICE OVER: Yes SCW has gone cyber with their new web site. So get you hook up here! [The voice trails off and we see the logo stay on the screen as the following URL come just under the logo] http://www.scw.fwrestling.com/ [Fade to black.]
[Darren Best walks backstage following his win over Gemini and runs into ex-partner, Alfie Button, who’s wheeling his suitcase in for the most important evening of his young career. Alfie abandons the luggage to give his good friend a significant hug.] BUTTON: All right, Dazza? It’s been too long, mate. [Darren nods and takes a look at his decked-out friend, technicolor dreamcoat and all.] BEST: It has. How are you, Alfie? BUTTON: Top of the world, proper pucka. [Darren smiles and again nods along.] BEST: You might be tonight. You’ve done so well for yourself. Good luck. I’ll be rooting for you. BUTTON: Cheers, pal. Always loved ya. No going after ‘im this time, ay? [A shake of the head on this occasion.] BEST: Not on my radar. BUTTON: For nah? ‘Ow about down the road? [And another.] BUTTON: You forget I know ya. Don’t run before you can walk, innit? BEST: Something like that. Cheers, Alfie. Go and get that title tonight. [Alfie and Darren embrace again with the brash Brit exiting left as Best heads in the opposite direction, a metaphor for the respective paths these two have taken since amicably splitting as a tandem.]
[The view returns to the ringside announce area where the broadcast team is back to work.] CHANEY: Nice to see former partners get a moment on a special night. WATTERS: Special? CHANEY: Well Best got a debut win this evening and Button may walk out as Heavyweight Champion. WATTERS: No wonder you said special. I thought it was some enchanted evening thing. CHANEY: Knock it off, Larry! WATTERS: What? Like I can understand half of what Button even says! CHANEY: He speaks English! WATTERS: That doesn't mean we speak the same language, Chaney! CHANEY: Before anything else gets misunderstood, let's focus on the next match between Windham Brody and Kid Chameleon. WATTERS: Brody is an underrated ass kicker in SCW, I don't like the little freak's chances one bit. CHANEY: He has the speed advantage, though. WATTERS: Doesn't matter when the big guy finally gets hold of you. At that point it is light's out. CHANEY: Well let's find out! We're heading to the ring to get this one under way!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, Introducing first, from Lucifer, Arizona and weighing in at three hundred- seventeen pounds, here is... W I N D H A M B R O D Y ! ! ! ["13" by Danzig begins to play as the fans seems to enjoy the music, but the mood turns somber the moment Windham Brody steps out from behind the curtain. Brody has his trademark biker gear on with a leather jacket that simply has the word "Survivor" on it. He walks slowly down the aisle, staring toward the ring as if focused on making it his own personal domain. He reaches the ring and steps through the ropes and inside the squared circle.] CHANEY: This is truly a David versus Goliath match as Kid Chameleon has to find a way to take down this beast! WATTERS: Brody is a big man, but what makes him more dangerous is that he has a mean streak! CHANEY: And let me guess, you like that about him? WATTERS: Damn right! The big man has potential and I can see him being champion! CHANEY: Really? WATTERS: Would you bet against him? I didn't think so. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And his opponent, Fresh from Bowser’s Castle, Dark Land, weighing two hundred and four pounds - Nintendo’s number one, Sega ambassador, X-box’s x-factor, ‘The Player’... K I D C H A M E L E O N ! ! ! [As Kid Chameleon is exchanging high-fives with spectators on the right side of the aisle as he enters. [Kid Chameleon is not even a quarter down the aisle when Brady and Strauss, unbeknownst to him, approach from the blindside and deck him with two rabbit punches, when one would’ve easily sufficed.] CHANEY: Come on! Kid Chameleon is on his way for a tough enough battle against Windham Brody, and Brady and Strauss have just jumped him! WATTERS: They’re doing it for Chris Smith and the kids - clearly. [Hard kicks from Brady hurt Kid Chameleon’s back while Strauss reaches down, grabs KC by the throat and then puts him down with a point-blank right hand.] CHANEY: This is disgusting. [Brady’s nightstick finds its way to Kid Chameleon’s ribs not once nor twice, but thrice, you know, for good measure.] WATTERS: What is? [Strauss now mounts Kid and cleans his clock with four ferocious, unanswered right hands.] CHANEY: They’ve already been out here, cheated their way to victory against Prague Drinking Team and that’s on top of arresting Kid Chameleon at Showdown and chokeslamming poor Steve Blaine through a table last week. These guys needs to be stopped. [A body slam by Brody on the floor.] WATTERS: So do a lot of people here, but what are YOU going to do, Chaney? Nothing. So, sit there and shut your mouth while The Law dish out their justice. [Strauss scoops Chameleon up and hits him with a headbutt.] CHANEY: Justice? Is that what you call this? [Finally, both men take him in hand, and toss him inside the ring to the wolf known as Windham Brody. The bell sounds, the referee shocked yet powerless and Kid Chameleon would’ve needed everything he had anyway, but now? He is at Brody’s mercy.] WATTERS: This could be a record time win for Windham Brody. CHANEY: With a serious assist. WATTERS: The history books won’t say that. [Windham looks down at Kid, who is struggling to stand. Brody picks Kid up, takes him by the hand and winds Chameleon up.] CHANEY: Short arm clothesline and that’s usually the beginning of the end, though I think on this occasion, the end happened long before the beginning. Brody’s not wasting any motion here, he’s already got Kid Chameleon up. [One quick look around before Brody places Kid into the modified lifting reverse STO position before assertively sticking SEGA’s ambassador into the mat with a ton of momentum and impact.] CHANEY: The Road to Hell! [A hooked leg, which is not really required. 1…] WATTERS: Brody would’ve won this anyway. [2] CHANEY: Maybe, but not this fast and that’s what annoys me. [3!!!] CHANEY: He didn’t need help, Larry. Windham Brody is perfectly capable of being a major player in SCW, he’s a loner and never needs to rely on anyone else. WATTERS: Well, he didn’t ask for it. [The Law return backstage while Windham Brody has his hand raised.] CHANEY: I know he didn’t! It’s just a shame fans didn’t get to see a more competitive match and The Law, like many others at the moment, are pushing their weight around. Chris Hopper is a great guy and I implore him to get a hold of some of these guys before this gets out of control. [The screen cuts away.]
[Screen opens to the interview area backstage where El Pricnipe has a mic in hand.] PRINCIPE: ¿Por qué me sigues ahora, Cabron? ¿Por qué no estuviste allí para mi victoria esta noche contra, cómo se llama? Era una obra de arte, y ahora quieres hablar conmigo, ¿Cuando ni siquiera entiendes español? Soy El Principe. Al igual que el Príncipe Harry, no debería ser tratado así. Si no aparezco frente a las cameras pronto, me ire a México. ¡Viva El Príncipe! [As Principe walks away seemingly disgusted, the screen cuts away.]
[The camera fades backstage and you see Caleb Foley standing with a smirk on his face. Already dressed in his ring attire for his match-up against Alfie Button and SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion, Pat Gordon Jr. He is taping up his right wrist as he begins to talk.] FOLEY: They say I don't belong in this match. They say I only got into this match only because I defeated the number one contender in Alfie Button last week on Rampage. I pinned his shoulders to the mat for the ... [Caleb slaps the locker.] FOLEY: One ... [Again.] FOLEY: Two ... [And one last time.] FOLEY: Three ... Maybe they are right. BMy question to you PGJ is where were you? You had this big Texas celebration supposed to be happening. I saw the advertisements the day after you won the belt. I even saw a billboard with your mug on it and how you made history. Being the inaugural SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion and you no showed. Now a dirty little rumor came about that you got caught with some illegal substances while going through airport security. [Foley pauses for a moment.] FOLEY: I wonder who would play such a prank on you Pat. I mean you won the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Belt fair and square right? It's not like some jolly old man dressed up in a red suit helped you or anything against me ... [Caleb can't help but laugh ...] FOLEY: You know Pat I have prided myself throughout my entire career of being a stand up guy. Never would I cheat to win. I don't know how you convinced "Santa Clause" to help you in our semi finals match against me but you did it. [Caleb begins to clap.] FOLEY: I applaud that. It takes a man who has a lot of charisma and the gift to gab to convince Old Saint Nick to go on the naughty list. I could make make an assumption and say I found him not to be as jolly and to have a bit of tan but hey you know what they say about making assumptions right? [Caleb winks at the camera.] FOLEY: Anyway Pat you pulled the wool over my eyes once before but this time I am prepared for you. I know you will do anything and everything in your power to leave with the title in your hands. But know this you not only have to worry about me but also about Alfie Button. You do not need to be pinned to lose your title. You are not the hunter anymore you are a hunted man. Every single person in the back wants to be the guy to take that title from you. PGJ I hope you are fully healed from that cavity search they gave you because you have another beating coming to you very soon. [Another wink by Foley.] FOLEY: Alfie Button I am not going to lie is one helluva a competitor. He has the heart of a champion and fights with everything he has got once that bells sounds. He has gotten the best of me two out of the three times we have been in the same ring. I can only think of one other man who has been a pain in my arse and he is a conceited bastard ... [Just the thought of that man in Foley's mind you can see him start to get aggravated.] FOLEY: Button I will admit Keegan trained you to be the best you. I have never been inside the ring or meet someone like you before. You are kind of like an enigma to me. You seem to be very laid back and chill type of person and then you kind of just flip a switch and BAM .... [Pause.] FOLEY: You are all over the ring and have endless amounts of energy. It's like you were shot out of a canon or have an unlimited amount of Red Bull in your system because boy you have wings. I see a lot of myself in you as a competitor even if we wrestle different styles. We both love to wrestle for these fans. We love to put on a show. We never back down from a fight. We do the impossible because anything is possible ... am I right? [Caleb smiles but it is not his normal smile it is an awkward smile of sorts. Maybe even forced.] FOLEY: Anyway Alfie I am sure you are wondering about the ending of the tag match last Rampage. You must have a thousand questions. I am not one to make excuses so go ahead and ask your questions. I will answer them after our match tonight. We can go out and grab a beer together. I would like to explain myself to you in person. I am sure you will see my side of things once you understand what happened. [Foley begins to walk towards the door.] FOLEY: Tonight history will be made as I will prove Pat Gordon Junior never deserved to leave Showdown as Champion. I will prove all the critics wrong that I, Caleb Foley, can win the _BIG_ match. Alfie I wish you nothing but luck tonight but I have a date with destiny tonight. It is nothing personal it's just business. I will leave New Orleans as the SCW Lonestar Heavyweight Champion and bring some honor, prestige and integrity back to it! [Caleb exits the locker room looking very focused for tonight as the camera goes back to the announcers Eric Chaney and Larry "The Crusher" Watters.]
[The announcers look ready to go as we return to see them at the ringside broadcast table.] WATTERS: The king of the runners up has spoken! CHANEY: You picking on Caleb Foley? WATTERS: Not really, just pointing out the obvious. CHANEY: Which is? WATTERS: Foley has always came up short. Always. He is a great guy in the ring and the fans love him, which is fine for what it is. But he has always lacked killer instinct to be a champion. CHANEY: That is harsh. WATTERS: That's the truth. He has had chances in more leagues than I can count and always fell just short. CHANEY: Just like we always say, anything can happen in the SCW and tonight very well could be his night. WATTERS: I'd put money on Button or Gordon winning. CHANEY: Up next folks, is the debuting tag team named The Crusaders. They are led by their enigmatic leader, "The Apostle" Ezekiel Abraham. WATTERS: The guy talks like a TV preacher, but he certainly recruited the right guys. They're huge! CHANEY: And they are also very physical! This tag division was tough enough, but now we are adding a pair of masked behemoths who think they are on a mission from God. WATTERS: I love that movie. CHANEY: Let's see how The Crusaders do in their debut, Larry. On to the ring!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this tag team match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, already in the ring, at a combined weight of 431 pounds, the team of "Kamikaze" Keith and "Suicidal" Steve... 'N U F F S A I D ! ! ! [A small but enthusiastic reaction erupts as the two team members once again acknowledge the crowd, before returning to their limbering exercises as they wait for their opponents.] CHANEY: You have to admire the courage of these two, Larry. WATTERS: It doesn't take courage to get your asses kicked all the time, Chaney. CHANEY: I think they believe they have a chance every match. Why else would they do it? WATTERS: Greed. They're getting paid, right? [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred, fifty-eight pounds and accompanied to the ring by their spiritual leader, "The Apostle" Ezekiel Abraham. Here are Bishop and Deacon.... T H E C R U S A D E R S! ! ! ["Are You Ready for a Miracle" by Patti Labelle begins to blast over the sound system as Deacon and Bishop step out from behind the curtain. Right behind them is their manager/spiritual advisor, Ezekiel Abraham. Abraham is an Afriacan-American man that could be describe as a walking showcase of gold and shining objects as his jacket is covered in sequins and he is wearing gold rings, necklaces and even his glasses are gold. He smiles and the gold tooth in his mouth shows brightly in the lights. The wrestlers both have old school singlets and are wearing red masks on their heads.] CHANEY: Look at those guys, Larry! They're huge! WATTERS: That's what she said! [They enter the ring and Abraham does a little jig-type dance to show off as his men stand guard over him. He holds his arms out toward the crowd and they are not impressed. He turns and points toward Steve and Keith and his men begin to advance before the referee stops them and yells for Abraham to exit the ring.] CHANEY: The Crusaders are here and the referee already having to keep a close eye on Ezekiel Abraham! WATTERS: Probably worried about his wallet, but I doubt a man wearing that much gold would be looking to pick a pocket. CHANEY: You haven't met many traveling preachers have you? WATTERS: And you call ME cynical? [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: There's the bell and it looks like "Kamikazee" Keith will start for Nuff said while Deacon is the starter for the debuting team. WATTERS: These Crusaders are both built like Mack trucks! CHANEY: They are, Larry. I don't envy Steve and Keith in there tonight. WATTERS: Well, let's be honest and admit they seem to be over matched almost every time they get in the ring. [Deacon moves forward and just grabs Keith before he could get ready for a tie-up and throws a knee to his stomach, doubling him over. Deacon crashes a forearm to Keith's back that drops him to a knee and then clubs him again and he drops to both knees.] CHANEY: Deacon is just smashing him down bit by bit! WATTERS: Brute strength combined with religious belief can be a difficult combination to handle. CHANEY: How would you know? WATTERS: I saw movies about the Crusades! [Deacon scoops Keith up and body slams him with maximum power as Keith lands with a loud thud. Ezekiel is raising his hands into the air and claiming victory already as Deacon drops a well-placed knee to Keith's forehead and his legs go into the air with the impact.] CHANEY: DEACON JUST BURYING THAT KNEE INTO THE FOREHEAD!!! WATTERS: There is no real technical skill needed here. They are just using raw aggression! CHANEY: Right up your alley, huh Larry? WATTERS: Damn right! I love guys who just assert themselves and let it fly. [Deacon pulls Keith up and all but throws him into their corner, tagging his partner Bishop into the match. Deacon holds up the left arm of Keith and Bishop kicks his boot right into the ribs with as much force as he can.] CHANEY: In comes Bishop and drives that boot into the exposed ribs! WATTERS: Classic powerhouse tag team wrestling! These guys know what they are doing in there! CHANEY: I can't disagree, and it seems they are cutting the ring off for Keith in there! WATTERS: As they should! The weak get slaughtered! [Bishop puts his boot under Keith's chin and begins choking him against the corner with it. The fans begin to boo as the referee calls for the break and the masked man doesn't relent at all. Steve is yelling form the other side for the referee to stop this and Abraham is claiming God's providential help in all things.] CHANEY: BISHOP CHOKING KEITH WITH HIS BOOT IN THE CORNER!!! WATTERS: Ezekiel Abraham is loving this! CHANEY: The referee isn't! He's counting and nothing is changing this choke! Keith is turning blue! WATTERS: Get out of it already if you can! [The referee finally gets in there and forces the boot off the neck after the five count doesn't deter Bishop at all. Keith slumps to all fours as the referee gives Bishop a reprimand.] CHANEY: FINALLY! The hold gets broken! WATTERS: He did everything by the book. He had the five count and he took it and released the moment the referee got involved and a disqualification was threatened. CHANEY: That isn't the legal way to do it! WATTERS: Did they lose the match because of it? No! [Bishop grabs Keith's left arm and twists it as he pulls the smaller man to his feet. He then yanks on the arm and drops him with a short-arm clothesline. The crowd gives heel heat as Abraham yells "Thank You Jesus!" at the impact.] CHANEY: Short-arm clothesline by Bishop and this is just getting nasty at this point! WATTERS: It is overkill, but the match goes until a pin! CHANEY: We need to talk about adding referee stoppages to wrestling matches! WATTERS: Seriously? Those zebras have enough power in there. You give them the power to end a match without a pin or submission you are asking for a TON of trouble in ways I can't even fathom right now! [Bishop pulls Keith back up and reaches down, picking him up for a gorilla press lift. Bishop holds him high in the air as the crowd gasps in awe. Bishop walks half way across the ring with Keith lifted up and then he throws him into the Nuff Said corner where Steve drops down and just misses his partner's collision with the turnbuckles.] CHANEY: GOOD GOD!!! BISHOP THROWS KEITH INTOT HE CORNER AND NEARLY TOOK OUT STEVE AS WELL!!! WATTERS: True power at work! I'm amazed Keith isn't dead right now! CHANEY: Not for lack of trying. WATTERS: I truly believe if either of these man were told to kill him, Keith would not be breathing right now. So I would hold up on the trying to kill talk. [Bishop stands there as Steve touches his partner and tags himself in. Steve steps through the ropes slowly and the fans begin cheering him on as he takes one step at a time toward the much larger man. When he gets close enough, Bishop reaches for him, but misses the faster man, which allows Steve to hit a kick to the back of his knee, getting a cheer from the crowd.] CHANEY: KEITH DODGES AND KICKS BISHOP!!! HE HAS SOME FIGHT IN HIM!!! WATTERS: The crowd responds to the sheep's call of a shocking offensive move. CHANEY: Steve is trying to fight back, they should back him. WATTERS: Just give it a moment. [Steve begins throwing kick after kick to the legs of the bigger man. Bishop actually leans down a bit after a kick hits his left leg, but what was thought to be a weakness was a ploy as he grabs Steve's foot on the next kick and kicks his plant leg out from under him, dropping him to the canvas.] CHANEY: BISHOP SWEEPS THE LEG AND DOWN GOES STEVE TO THE MAT!!! WATTERS: And there it is! CHANEY: So pessimistic of you to think that way. WATTERS: If Steve were a few inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, he may have had a chance. But not as he is in this one. [Bishop stomps on the nether regions while holding that leg and lets go of it as Steve rolls up in pain. The groans of the crowd are heard as Bishop begins stomping away at the back and shoulders in a steady circle while Abraham dances in joy at ringside.] CHANEY: BISHOP STOMPING A MUDHOLE IN "SUICIDAL" STEVE!!! WATTERS: First time he may actually be thinking about that nickname for real! CHANEY: That isn't even funny, Larry! WATTERS: Neither is the literal ass kicking he is taking in the ring right now, Chaney! [Bishop grabs Steve's foot again and pulls his body toward their corner, tagging Deacon back into the match. Bishop pulls Steve up and gets him in pumphandle lift position. He lifts him with the pumphandle lift and falls backward as he does it, allowing Deacon to catch Steve with a cutter variation.] CHANEY: THE RESURRECTION!!! THAT WAS NASTY!!! WATTERS: Picture-perfect if you ask me! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: THE CRUSADERS WITH THE VICTORY!!! WATTERS: And never even challenged in this one! These guys are going to be very tough in an already difficult division! CHANEY: I think the rest of the tag teams better be watching these two! WATTERS: Or avoiding them at all costs! [The two men stand triumphant as Abraham enters the ring. He points down to Steve and Bishop grabs him and throws him over the top rope and right on top of Keith, who was just starting to get back on his feet outside the ring.] CHANEY: STEVE TOSSED ONTO KEITH!!! THAT WAS UNNECESSARY!!! WATTERS: Hey, get the loser out of the ring! CHANEY: That is just mean, Larry! WATTERS: I call it like I see it and these guys can do whatever they want in there. [Abraham asks for a microphone and the stagehands at ringside comply and hand him one through the ropes.] ABRAHAM: AMEN! AMEN!! AND AMEN!!! [The crowd is already booing this guy enough to notice.] ABRAHAM: The Lord has blessed all of us tonight in thsi victory and we give thanks for his bountiful blessings! [Another smattering of boos.] ABRAHAM: In The Bible, we know this was foretold! In the book of Daniel, chapter two, verses thirty-one through thirty-five says this.... [He pauses to give weight to the passage he intends to quote.] ABRAHAM: "Your Majesty looked, and there before you stood a large statue—an enormous, dazzling statue, awesome in appearance. 32 The head of the statue was made of pure gold, its chest and arms of silver, its belly and thighs of bronze, 33 its legs of iron, its feet partly of iron and partly of baked clay. 34 While you were watching, a rock was cut out, but not by human hands. It struck the statue on its feet of iron and clay and smashed them. 35 Then the iron, the clay, the bronze, the silver and the gold were all broken to pieces and became like chaff on a threshing floor in the summer." [His wide grin returns and the gold tooth gleams in the stage lights around the ring.] ABRAHAM: Tonight, I bring you the fulfillment of that prophecy!!! [Another smattering of negative reactions from the crowd.] ABRAHAM: These men are the wrecking ball foretold. They will go through every level of talent put before them before they take the gold in SCW for themselves and rule over the entire wrestling world! It has been foretold! [He holds his arms up in a victorious stance as the crowd boos again.] ABRAHAM: Because of this, we go forth in the Lord's blessing. THE LORD IS MY LIGHT AND MY SALVATION!!! [He points toward the entrance aisle.] ABRAHAM: NOW GO FORTH AND BE STRONG IN THE POWER OF HIS MIGHT!!! ["Are you Ready for a Miracle" again starts playing as Bishop and Deacon follow the direction and exit the ring in frotn of their spiritual leader as the crowd boos them more.] [The screen cuts away.]
[We switch to the backstage interview area where "Big Kid" Chris Smith is standing with a microphone in his hand. where Tess WIley is with Kid Chameleon for an iknterview.] SMITH: Seeing as NO interviewer will talk to me because of what happened to Steve Blaine last week, I want to take the opportunity to say I had NOTHING at all to do with The Law’s attack on Kid Chameleon earlier. [Chris is clearly pensive, rubbing his chin with the right index finger and shaking his head.] SMITH: I am friends with both Brady and Strauss, they have my back and me with them, but they acted independently against Steve Blaine, and I appreciate they were looking out for me, and also before Kid Chameleon’s bout against Windham Brody. [He holds his hands up, almost apologetically.] SMITH: So, please forgive The Law. They’re rough, strong individuals who have minds of their own and I cannot be mad at them because very few of you know the history between us. They’re my friends, I’m proud to call them that, but I had nothing to do with that. Kid Chameleon, you will get another chance to defeat ‘Big Kid’ Chris Smith and even though, you’ll fail. I’m a man of my word - The Law WILL NOT interfere. [The screen cuts away.]
[Backstage the duo of Colby Prince and Ryan Paris is standing by. The duo known to the world as The American Revival are dressed in black pants with a grey semi-American flag design. They are dressed for battle later in the night.] PRINCE: Tonight, we are back in action as we continue to make our way through the deep packed tag team division. Tonight, we take on the Trailer Park Assassinz. [His partner, Ryan Paris cuts right in.] PARIS: Without their mentor Big Boss Hogg. PRINCE: That sounds like a personal problem for them. Trailer Park Assassinz, I hope your head is in the game. Because, Ryan and I ... Our focus is like a laser. A laser pin-pointed on the SCW Tag Team Championship belts. You are nothing but a road bump in our path to claiming what we have been telling everyone since day one - That we are the top tag team in professional wrestling today. [Paris nods in agreement.] PARIS: That's right. Trailer Park Assassinz you have had an easy road thus far. Every team you faced ... they weren't us. Anyone you beat? They weren't us. Tonight, that all changes. You have the unfortunate near impossible task of stepped inside the ring with complete greatness. Tag Team wrestling isn't just a division for us. It's a way of life. We have dedicated our careers into becoming the best tag team that has ever stepped inside the ring. [Both members of the American Revival glare into the camera.] PRINCE: So tonight, you can can expect one thing for sure. You can expect that you are going to get our complete and total "A" game. When we call a shot, we don't miss. When we make a promise, it's not a threat. When you watch us inside that ring you are witnessing complete and total greatness. Pure excellence. You are watching your future tag team champions! [Colby Prince smirks at the camera.] PARIS: And the Trailer Park Assassinz they will not derail us. Tonight, they will be part of our journey. They will be part of our legacy. They will be another tag team in professional wrestling that will be defeated by the American Revival. [Colby Price and Ryan Paris give a thumbs up as the screen cuts away.]
[The announcers are ready to go at the ringside announce table.] CHANEY: American Revival getting ready for another rematch on this show as they get their second crazk at the Trailer Park Assassinz. WATTERS: That isn't going to be much of a match. CHANEY: It will be good to see if the Assassinz have improve any. WATTERS: Don't hold your breath! And when are the Revival getting a tag title shot anyway? They are long past deserving. CHANEY: Who knows. That tag division is deep and it may take longer to move up the ranks. I know tha.... [Suddenly "Brickhouse" by the Commodores begisn to play and out announcers look surprised.] CHANEY: What is this about? WATTERS: I only know one guy who has ever used this song for his entrance....but it can't be him. [The screen switches to show the entrance as the hulking African-American man we know as Big Red Love Machine comes storming through the curtain. Our announcers are heard over the view.] CHANEY: BIG RED LOVE MACHINE IS HERE!!! WATTERS: I thougth he was dead! [BRLM has a fade haircut and goatee with a wide, knowing smile. He is strong, but not ripped as he has some fat on top of the muscle. He is not wearing his trademark leaisure suit, just red tights and a white tank top. No chains, no smiles either as he getsinside the ring and grabs a microphone.] CHANEY: I guess he isn't! And it looks like he has a purpose and wants to say something. WATTERS: Oh my holy god! This could be ugly. [He raises the microphoen to his lips as the fans quite the "welcome back" chant] BRLM: First of all, thanks for the welcome. I can tell you feel the love. [The crowd cheers the catchphrase.] BRLM: I have spent years in this business. Always done what was asked for me and I've wrestled in every state in this union. I've never been a title contender, but that is because I've always been happy to be a guy that works and enjoys the business as I use it to further my future after this ends. [He pauses.] BRLM: And then somebody tries to take that from me.... [Another pause as his lip is quivering with anger.] BRLM: You see I was supposed to debut way back last year wen SCW opened. I was scheduled to be on that first show. I was so proud to be asked to come back to Texas and perform as we started out. I trained, got myself ready, and all was right withthe world. [A deep breath.] BRLM: Then a knock on my door and weeks without knowing ANYTHING happened. [He bows his head a moment and then returns to speaking.] BRLM: I woke up in a hospital after being in a coma. They told me I had been dropped off at the hospital and nobody knew what was goign on. I had no idenitifcation on me...nothing! I spent weeks and months working my way back to full health and never knowing what happened or who did it. [He points to the camera.] BRLM: Until you admitted it on this very program. [His anger seems to be boiling now.] BRLM: Alex Reyn, you tried to take my livlihood and my life from me. You should be arrested and sent to jail for it, but police say I can't prove it as your confession was on a wrestling show and no jury would take it was being truthful. But I know it was you. I know you are to blame and tonight.....tonight.... [He jumps in the air and stomps the mat loudly before yelling.] BRLM: I WANT MY REVENGE!!! [He turns to face the entrance aisle as a referee walks down the aisle.] BRLM: Alex Reyn. You may consider yourself above me. You may think you are better than me and that you own me because you got me with a chickens(BLEEP)t attack. But I'm telling you to bring your ass out here and take your medicine. I got a referee and I want you in this ring so I can take you down fair and square! GET THE F(BLEEP)K OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!! [The fans erupt behind him as he throws the microphone down on the canvas and stands ready for anything.] CHANEY: Big Red Love Machine throwing down the gauntlet! WATTERS: So he is suicidal? CHANEY: Larry! He just wants revenge for what happened to him! WATTERS: He can't prove it and he doesn't even REMEMBER it? All he wants is to get a match in the ring with a guy who will kill him if he shows up. [DING! DING! DING!] CHANEY: Love Machine looking to get revenge on Alex Reyn for the unprovoked assault that cost him his debut match on Rampage! WATTERS: He definitely has the size advantage here in this ma- [Big Red collapses to a knee. Eyes bulged and holding his throat where Alex Reyn’s hand connected.] WATTERS: I… I barely saw him move! [The Love Machine is retching, choking and coughing now as Alex Reyn turns his back on the giant and rolls out the ring to grab a microphone.] ALEX REYN: Such… arrogance. [His word’s are almost a hiss as he walks towards BRLM who has made it back to his feet and now charges towards Alex, swinging a Clothesline that Alex casually ducks, swinging a kick directly into the back of Big Red’s knee that drops the mammoth man yet again.] ALEX REYN: You arrogant… presumptuous… idiot!! [The last word is a feral roar as his knee impacts the bridge of the Love Machine’s nose, a familiar crimson red dripping to the mat.] CHANNEY: Love Machine hasn’t managed any offense so far! WATTERS: He’s getting slaughtered out there! [Big Red’s eyes are watering from the impact as he’s trying to get his bearings.] ALEX REYN: I am sick, and tired of this race of ignorant vermin presuming to rule ME, and SHOWING NOTHING FOR IT!!! [He’s on Big Red suddenly! Punching and punching and punching! Attacking him like a mad animal as Big Red tries pitifully to cover up!] CHANNEY: The ref needs to get Reyn off him! WATTERS: And make himSELF a target? [As suddenly as it began, the assault stops. And when Reyn speaks again, his voice is eerily calm as he looks down on Love Machine.] ALEX REYN: You wanted to face ME in combat? What right do YOU have? What makes YOU my opponent? [His head tilts, as if waiting an answer. It comes in the form of a mad charge by Love Machine that Reyn foils with a dropkick to the knees, just like he did to Sean Darring.] ALEX REYN: You have no speed! [Big Red tries to stand, only for Alex’s boot to strike him like a whip across the face. ALEX REYN: No discipline! [His boot comes down again! Stomping onto Big Red’s face! Drawing more blood!] Alex Reyn: No TALENT! [He bends down now, and wraps his hand around Big Red’s throat. It can barely fit around the gargantuan neck, but he still manages to dig his thumb into the Love Machine’s wind pipe. Teeth bared in a mad snarl.] ALEX REYN: Did you think size alone would save you? I’ve killed bigger prey than YOU! [He goes to town now. Vicious, precise strikes upon Big Red. Striking every exposed bit of flesh, every weak point, every bit of soft tissue and vunerable nerve as blood drips from the wounds, onto the canvas, coating the dirty wrappings upon Reyn’s hands. REFEREE: He’s out! He’s out! [DING! DING! DING!] CHANNEY: Referee calling this match to an end! WATTERS: It was the right call. Big Red can’t defend himself. We don’t want another-! CHANNEY: MY WORD! [Alex suddenly lashes out and SMASHES the microphone into the referee’s head! Both body and microphone clatter to the floor with a burst of feedback, and already onlookers can see the official is cut and bleeding. Alex now slides out the ring. Lifting up the apron curtain, he grabs a folding chair and slides back into the ring with it. Big Red is trying to get up, but Alex ruthlessly brings the chair down upon him. Striking and maiming and brutalising him! Blood is flowing in a deep red pool upon the mat now, Love Machine’s beaten face almost unrecognisable under the gory, crimson mask. Fans are looking green and pale. Some are even getting out of their seats, turning away, unable to bare the gruesome sight. Reyn now drops the chair, grabbing another microphone, chair still in his other hand and presses his boot down upon the referee’s neck. ALEX REYN: You… don’t… GET to say when they are finished, I make that decision! [The referee is now choking and thrashing as Reyn grinds his heel into his larynx.] ALEX REYN: I am sick and tired of you idiots hearing my warnings and not. Getting. The message. [He stomps down on the poor man’s head.] ALEX REYN: I thought disposing of the elderly would have made it clear. But no, this incompetent, unworthy FILTH! [He points violently towards BRLM] ALEX REYN: Apparently thought I’d be such easy prey, he didn’t even get into SHAPE for our fight?! Just what does it take for you overpopulated, unevolved primates to bow your heads and show me the respect I am owed? [Now Alex looks up, and his eyes lock onto the hard cam.] ALEX REYN: And now we come to you, Chris Hopper. You see, I got YOUR message too. A fine, almost half of the flimsy scraps of paper this company handed me after I liberated your league of the former legend. As “punishment” for my actions. [ His lips curl into a mocking sneer, and he pulls a thick wad of notes from his pocket. Holding it in the same hand as the microphone as his free hand goes to his other pocket.] ALEX REYN: This is not the notes you demanded back. This is all the paper you gave me. Do you know what it means to me? [From his other hand, he pulls out a lighter, clicks it on, and holds the flame up to his last week’s payment.] ALEX REYN: Nothing. [The referee is screaming in agony now as pieces of fiery paper now rain down upon him, the heat scalding him as Alex keeps him pinned in place.] ALEX REYN: Get it through your thick, ignorant skulls. You are in the presence of an Ancient, a God to your limited perception! I am NOT bound by your laws. I am not one of your simpering, fawning species, begging for scraps of paper so they can beg for MORE resources. I am The Hunt. I am Conflict and Predation itself, and what I need, I TAKE. You have been blessed by my presence. And from this day forth, the only law that will be obeyed. The only ruling that will be followed, and the only judgement that matters... [He brings his boot down on the screaming referee to silence him one final time.] ALEX REYN: Is. mine. [And like that he leaves the ring and our view returns to the ringside announcers.] CHANEY: My goodness, Alex Reyn has taken everybody out! WATTERS: You are surprised? CHANEY: Fans, we need to step away for a break while medical staff gets out here. We will be right back with more Rampage. [Cut to commercials.]
[As commercials begin to play, this one runs first.] [The screen fills with flashing pictures of SCW superstars such as Pat Gordon Jr, Sean Darring, Freddie Sagawa, Caleb Foley and others all wearing new T-shirts for sale via the SCW Merchandise hotline. As each one flashes up we hear the familiar deep voice over the pictures.] VOICE OVER: Wanna wear the hottest new gear from the biggest names in the SCW? [We see pictures of some of the superstars pimping their gear. Prague Drinking Team taking a big gulps from their beers as they wears their "got pivo?" shirt. That is followed immediately by Las Preguntas showing off their new shirts with the Tag Titles around their waists.] VOICE OVER: Ever wanted to dress like your favorite SCW superstar? [The pictures come faster and faster for about 3 seconds until they just explode into a black screen.] VOICE OVER: Well now you can! [The words come over the screen in white letters, they say "SCW SUPERSTORE"] VOICE OVER: Just hit the website and find the gear you are looking to grab, then call this number to get the threads of your favorite superstars of the SCW! [The screen fades to total blackness again. The numbers come over the screen in white letters. It says 1-888-SHOP-SCW.] VOICE OVER: Just call the following number, One-Eight-Eight-Eight, SHOP SCW! That is One-Eight-Eight-Eight, Seven-Four-Six, Seven-Seven-Two-Nine. You must be 18 years of age or older to place any orders. [Fade to black.]
[We are back from the short break and see our ringside announcers.] CHANEY: Fans, we are back and while we wait to hear the status of Big Red Love Machine, let us tell you about the next internet pay-per-view coming up is going to be Bloody Sunday! WATTERS: That's right! [The screen shows the following image...]
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, this tag team match is set for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time limit! Introducing first, from Pine Bluff, Arkansas, at a combined weight of three hundred pounds...the team of Brutalizer and Destruktor...the T R A I L E R P A R K A S S A S S I N Z ! ! ! [A moment later, the two Assassinz erupt through the curtain, in all their chest-thumping, devil-horning, homemade-mask glory. They pause for a moment on the entrance platform, the better to headbang to their own entrance song, then briefly turn their heads towards one another before running in for a full-on chest-bump. Only then do they resume making their way down to the ringside area and slide into the ring, holding their arms up for a modestly mixed greeting from the crowd.] CHANEY: These two have a fight in store for them. WATTERS: Well I hoped they learned somethign from when they fought several months ago. CHANEY: Things didn't go well for them then did it. WATTERS: No, they did not. CHANEY: And tonight? WATTERS: Good luck is all I can say. This is when people start posting "hopes and prayers" on social media. [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of four hundred, twenty-seven pounds. Here are Colby Price and Ryan Paris, the.... A M E R I C A N R E V I V A L ! ! ! [A heavy metal style riff of music begins to play as the newest SCW tag team steps out from behind the curtain. Colby has a classic wrestler build, very athletic build and wears black pants with white lettering on it. Paris has short, dark hair and an athletic build. He wears matching black pants to Prince with white lettering. They step into the ring and stare down their opponents, disrespecting them with their glare as they await the start of the match.] CHANEY: These two just feel destined for something more and very soon. WATTERS: They should be in line for title shots! CHANEY: Why do you think they aren't? WATTERS: Everyone is scared they would never lose them! (laughs) [The match begins with American Revival quite openly and brazenly mocking the smaller, lighter Assassinz. As the two masked men watch in silent, seething anger, Prince and Paris put on overly exaggerated, mouth-open, tongue-sticking-out expressions, all while affecting equally exaggerated hick accents. While very basic and definitely low-effort, this attempt at riling up the Revival's two proudly Southern opponents nevertheless achieves its desired effect, and soon Brutalizer and Destruktor are getting in Paris and Prince's faces, proudly grabbing hold of, and tugging at, their new matching t-shirts.] CHANEY: The Revival engaging in mind-games here before the bell, attempting to throw off their young opponents...who by the looks of it, are wearing custom t-shirts in support of their injured mentor, Boss Hogg... [As if on cue, the production team provides a close-up of the ring, allowing fans at home to ascertain that yes, the Assassinz's tops are indeed alusive to the man who had taken them under his wing at Southern Championship Wrestling. Each of the two t-shirts is adorned with, front and center, a photo of a smiling Boss Hogg, in his trademark shades and bandanna, giving the thumbs up – with, underneath it, the hashtag '#doit4boss.'] WATTERS: Awwww, innat kee-yute! ...They are SO dead. [The commentator's derision is, however, not shared by the crowd, who give the two young men a sincere and heartfelt cheer. Almost simultaneously - perhaps even bolstered by this - Brutalizer and Destruktor finally decide to pay the Revival back in kind for their mockery, and take it to Paris and Prince with frenzied but hard-hitting punches!] WATTERS: It's all goin' down now, Chaney! CHANEY: Good on them! Good on them! The Revival had it coming! WATTERS: ...what? For pointing out that these guys are trailer trash? It's in their freakin' NAME! CHANEY: Even still. It's disrespectful, and I'm glad these boys are not about to take it lying down! WATTERS: Oh, they'll be lying down REAL soon, Chanes. Mark my words. [That may well turn out to be an accurate prediction from the SCW colour commentator, sooner rather than later; for now, however, nothing seems further from the truth, as Paris and Prince, caught by surprise by the Assassinz' burst of offence, are backed up against the ropes by the two masked men. Still riding high on their own sense of self-righteousness, and accurately surmising that they have managed to obtain some form of upper hand over otherwise fearsome opponents, Brutalizer and Destruktor do not hesitate to capitalize, stopping only to exchange a brief glance of confirmation before rushing forward and throwing the Revival over the ropes with stereo clotheslines!] WATTERS: Did...did I really just see that?! CHANEY: ...Yep. Yes you did, Watters. WATTERS: Are they really...?! Did they really...?! CHANEY: ...Yep. Yes they did. [The crowd seem just as stunned as the two announcers by what just occurred, though in the best possible way. After a moment's flabbergasted, disbelieving silence, a thunderous ovation arises for Brutalizer and Destruktor, followed soon after by a chant of 'TPA! TPA! TPA!'] [Unlike what might have been expectable, however, the two youngsters do not so much as acknowledge their moment of glory, which they appear too furious to even notice. Rather, their focus seems to be on their prone opponents, which they lean over the ropes to hurl rather audible insults at, in their best trailer park vernacular – which forces the TV production team to resort to a quick succession of censoring beeps.] WATTERS: Nice! On a family show, as well. Keep it classy, y'all. CHANEY: They're young, Watters. Their spirits are bound to run away with 'em. WATTERS: Yeah, right. If this was Border Control or somebody, you wouldn't be making excuses! [Watters does, perhaps, have a point, but Chaney never gets to reply to it – mainly because any defense he might have cared to mount would have been deafened by the ovation directed at Destruktor as, after taking a few steps back, he takes a running leap over the ropes and onto Paris and Prince on the floor!] CHANEY: SUICIDE PLANCHA from Destruktor onto both members of the Revival!! WATTERS: Is this the same two guys under them masks? Somebody get Border Control out here! This needs to be looked into! [Chaney is, however, too enthralled by the action to pay any mind to his broadcasting partner, let alone acknowledge him. Instead, he cranes his neck for a better look at the three men who now lie prone outside the ring, with the fourth egging his partner on from just inside the apron.] CHANEY: All heck has broken loose here, and the bell has never even rung yet! WATTERS: '...all heck'? You are SO lame. [Once again, however, Chaney barely pays his partner any heed, instead devoting all of his attention to the referee, who has intervened to remind Brutalizer that, indeed, the bell needs to ring – and for that to happen, one of the members of American Revival needs to be in the ring alongside Brutalizer himself. Still acting unusually calm and collected, the masked man acknowledges this with a brief nod, before stepping out of the ring to retrieve one of the men his partner has helped take out.] CHANEY: All four men outside the ring now...but not for too long, if Brutalizer has any say in it... [Indeed, no sooner has the bigger of the two Trailer Park Assassinz hopped down off the apron than he makes a beeline for the nearest member of American Revival – who happens to be a slowly recovering Colby Prince. Before he can quite make it all the way, however, a stir from his equally recovering partner causes him to correct his course, eschewing his prior objective in favor of helping the dazed-looking Destruktor to his feet. This, predictably, earns him a cheer from the crowd, who have been behind the masked men from the off.] CHANEY: A show of team spirit there by Brutalizer... WATTERS: ...but also incredibly STUPID. And now, it's going to cost him. [Indeed, focused as he is in making sure his partner is all right, Brutalizer does not even notice Colby Prince slowly pulling himself to his feet. With the Assassin's back still turned to him, the American Revival member has plenty of time to regain his bearings, catch his breath, sneak up on his opponents, and clobber them from behind with an axe handle smash each!] WATTERS: ...called it! [With Paris still struggling to his feet, and both Assassinz now firmly down for the count, it is up to Prince to ensure this match officially gets under way – which, after a moment, he does, pausing only to take his pick of the two fallen masked men before finally settling for Destruktor, perhaps as payback for Destruktor taking him and his partner out earlier.. His decision made, he bends down and effortlessly brings the Assassin to his feet, throwing him into the apron chest-first before eventually rolling him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Prince himself is quick to follow, finally allowing the referee to ring the bell and officially start the match.] WATTERS: ...and we're under way. Finally... [In an almost comical turn of events, no sooner has the final ding of the bell finished ringing than Prince takes advantage of his crouched position to segue directly from the apron into a cover! The referee, while baffled, obliges, promptly sliding in to count the fall!] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . ---KICKOUT BY DESTRUKTOR! CHANEY: Destruktor is still responsive, and this crowd could not be happier! [Indeed, no sooner has Destruktor's leg gone up than the crowd erupt in a roaring cheer, rewarding the youngster for his show of resilience. Prince, however, seems less impressed, and promptly goes about ensuring what just happened does not happen a second time. To make absolutely sure of this, he brings Destruktor to his feet, then lifts him up and over his shoulders, ahead of a fireman's carry gutbuster!] [The move lands, but Prince is still not satisfied. Rather than advance for a cover, he instead brings the totally dazed Destruktor back up again, before subjecting him to his full repertoire of suplexes. Over the course of a few seconds, the youngster gets hit with a German, Saito, snap, and finally tiger suplex, each received with a groan by the increasingly apprehensive crowd.] WATTERS: Now THIS is starting to look more like it! [While all this has been going on, on the outside, a recovered Paris has been making sure Brutalizer's part in this match is reduced to virtually nothing, by punishing him with stomps on the outside. Seeing his partner more than in control of the situation, however, the second member of American Revival quickly puts this secondary objective to one side, instead rushing up the steps to his team's tag corner, and holding out his hand to his partner!] WATTERS: Ryan Paris is back in this match, and that kid is in REAL trouble now! [That does appear to be the case, as – having spotted his partner revived, in place and ready for action – Prince nods curtly, once, and throws Destruktor into the Revival's corner, before rushing in with a running elbow smash. Then, as the Assassin flops forward, he slaps Paris's hand, bringing him into the match for the first time!] WATTERS: Here we go. See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya, boy! [No sooner has Paris come into the ring than the Revival show the sort of expertise which sets them apart as a team, taking full advantage of the five-second rule to lift Destruktor up and hit him with a double elevated cutter! Once again, however, they neglect to go for a cover, perhaps wishing to make the punishment last as long as they possibly can. As such, instead of dropping down for a cover, Paris instead lifts the increasingly unresponsive Destruktor up to his feet again, the better to mimic his partner's display of suplex prowess from a few moments earlier. As such, the unfortunate – and unfortunately light – Assassin finds himself at the receiving end of yet another series of suplexes, this time consisting of a belly to belly, belly to back, another tiger, a snap, and finally, a big release German! As the masked man flops onto the mat, unconscious, the Revival member takes a minute to preen and grandstand to the abuse-hurling crowd.] CHANEY: Disgusting! WATTERS: You mean 'deserving', right, Chaney? Because he clearly is! Deserving of accolades, and soon, of the SCW Tag Team Belts! CHANEY: ...we will agree to disagree there, Watters. [The crowd clearly are not in agreement with SCW's color commentator either, and continue to boo Paris as he turns his attention away from them and towards the turnbuckle, an idea clearly brewing in his head.] WATTERS: ...uh-oh! [His mind apparently made up, the Revival member promptly begins climbing the turnbuckle. Once perched up there, he briefly looks down at his fallen opponent, measuring the distance, before straightening himself into a fully vertical position and jumping off with a double-foot stomp... ---WHICH HE MISSES, as a recovered Brutalizer reaches into the ring to pull his brother out of harm's way!!] CHANEY: Quick thinking there from Brutalizer, saving his partner from a painful fate... WATTERS: ...you mean 'delaying the inevitable', right, Chaney? Because that is all that was! Not a bad idea, though, I'll give him that...but it's too little, way the hell too late! [That may well be true, as no sooner has Brutalizer pulled his brother out of harm's way than Colby Prince hops down off his team's corner to make a beeline for the masked man. As such, the Assassinz have no more than a few seconds to regain their bearings before they find themselves accosted by the second half of the American Revival! Before the two masked men can so much as begin to put up a reaction, Prince is on them, spinning Brutalizer around and lifting him into a running powerbomb which sees him land on top of his still-dazed partner!] WATTERS: Two birds with one stone! [Having seen to it that their opponents are once again very much out of commission, Prince now casts a look towards the ring, where his partner is still pacing and the referee has begun the ten-count which could see the Assassinz disqualified via count-out. The meaning of said look is instantly clear: Prince is looking to ascertain if his partner will settle for a count-out, or if he would rather put an exclamation mark at the end of this match. Paris's reaction, a vehement shake of the head, is equally as tell-tale, and Prince pauses only to respond with a nod of his own, before pulling the unconscious Destruktor out from underneath his partner, lifting him onto the apron, and rolling him back into the ring. Seeing this, the referee almost instantly stops the count; Prince, however, is not quite done just yet. Perhaps not fully satisfied with putting the Assassinz's legal man at his partner's disposal, the second Revival member seeks to play a further part in proceedings, as becomes evident when he lifts Brutalizer up to roll him into the ring as well, then quickly follows suit himself.] WATTERS: Looks like Prince isn't about to let Paris have all the fun here, Chaney! [Ryan Paris, however, does not at all seem to mind, greeting his partner with a smirk, which Prince returns. Then, after a mutual nod of agreement, each man lifts up his respective Assassin, before dropping them back down with stereo elevated cutters!] WATTERS: Well, that's it! Stick a fork in 'em, those kids are DONE! [The moves land flush, and both members of the Revival advance for a cover. The referee drops down...] ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!! [And the Revival's rampage through the SCW tag team division predictably continues!] CHANEY: That was a better-than-usual effort from the Assassinz, but still not enough to overcome the huge odds they were up against here... WATTERS: No, duh! CHANEY: However, one thing has to be said – whatever Boss Hogg had been teaching these kids is working. You can see the improvement week on week. WATTERS: ...can you? CHANEY: Yes, you can. WATTERS: Well, too bad they still can't get a win... CHANEY: All in due time, Watters. I'm sure it will come at some point. WATTERS: Yeah...in about 2049! [The feed cuts away on a shot of Paris and Prince celebrating, over the limp, lifeless bodies of the two unconscious Assassinz.]
[The screen switches to show Tommy Gordon standing with "Good" Gordon Gaines. Son of Malta, Gaines' mentor, is nowhere to be seen as Tommy begins to speak.] GORDON: So Mr. Gaines, it seems like this tag team has been working out well for you in many ways. GAINES: Well Tommy, I can't say how thankful I am for someone like the Son of Malta. He took me and has been training me. He's been teaching me all sorts of things about the wrestling life. And believe me, it is more than what happens in the ring. GORDON: But the ring has been good to you as well. GAINES: You're damn right it has. This is the longest stretch without a loss I have had in my career! We haven't lost as a tag team and now I think we should be given some better opportunities against other teams. [Tommy's face contorts.] GORDON: You think you are ready for stronger challenges already? GAINES: You bet your bottom dollar we are! Bring us whomever because I think we could be good enough to wear some gold before this is all said and done! GORDON: That is quite a lot of confidence there. [Gaines gets closer to Gordon and seems forceful in his speech.] GAINES: You better believe it! I don't think anybody can stop us. You may call it overconfidence, but I call it knowing exactly who we are and what we can do. Other teams have been lucky that we haven't been lined up against them yet. [Suddenly a hand enters the screen and taps Gaines on the shoulder. The shot widens and we see Son of Malta standing there.] SOM: I believe we need to end this interview. GORDON: But, it was just getting good and Gordon was on a roll. SOM: I am aware. [Tommy makes the cut sign with his right hand and walks away, while our camera stay on the duo.] SOM: Gordon, remember the first thing I taught you when I decided to take you under my wing. You have the potential to be one of the best in the business but the ones of the top never brag about winning prior to actually winning. Remember what I told you, any pre-match bragging will only increase the rage in your opponents and they will look to prove you wrong. GAINES: Listen, I was just doing what other teams have done and tried to stake out claim. Like American Revival have been doing. You've heard them and people are saying they are moving toward the belts! SOM: Gaines, Gaines, Gaines ... whenever you hear someone claiming that they are on the way up it is only done to make up for their failures. Have you ever heard Michael Jordan or Lewis Hamilton saying they are on the way up? Off course not because you know that they are on top and they know they are on top. [He places his hand on Gordon's right shoulder.] SOM: When I was starting in this business we had the prince of Palermo claiming to be the best and to be on the way up. But as you know I had WAR as my mentor and he was the arch rival of the Prince of Palermo. The reason why Keegan used to claim that he was on his way up was that WAR was actually the epitome of the wrestling industry. William Arthur Reagan was the top man in the business, both in the cage and inside the ring and Keegan always aspired to be like him and thus he used to claim that he was on the way up. [He uses his free hand to raise and lower his hand to illustrate his points.] SOM: And it was during that period that I realised that the ones who keep doing their jobs are the ones that see the results and those who just talk about the fact they are on top just means that they are cocky kids with no hope of ever achieving epitome status. [He smacks his shoulder.] SOM: And Gordon we are what WAR was during that period and the American Revival are what the Prince of Palermo was during that period ... two cocky guys who think that by chatting shit will get them on top ... but the truth is always the same that it is those who keep doing their job that will eventually see results! [Gordon drops his head.] GAINES: I get it. I'll do better. SOM: That's what I want to hear son. Now let's continue working hard to make history! [The duo walks off as the screen cuts away.]
[Alfie Button has just emerged from the locker room for what is unquestionably the most important contest of his young career, which started in his native London with a loss to Son of Malta, and may culminate tonight in SCW Lonestar glory. Therefore, it’s only fitting that a certain person, who has played an enormous role in young Button’s development, is waiting for him.] BUTTON: Oh, watch ya, boss. ‘Ow’s it goin’, my man? We nevver seem to bump into each ovver, do we, ay? [ANOTHER cuddle comes from the Cockney.] KEEGAN: I cannit tell you how proud of you I am right now. You know what the best advice I can give you is? [The Geordie grasps his student by the shoulder.] BUTTON: What’s that then? KEEGAN: Enjoy it. Pretend you’re back in training camp, remember what you got into this for and just roll with it. [Button chuckles.] BUTTON: And take my time, yeah? Britpop never let you, innit? ‘Ere Keeg, I ran into Dazza earlier. [Special K’s mouth is slightly agape.] KEEGAN: Really? BUTTON: Yeah, ‘e made his debut. Worried. KEEGAN: About? [Alfie shrugs his shoulders.] BUTTON: You know… KEEGAN: Aye, well that’s always a problem. Charlie was walking around here last week, onto me about that. [The Lonestar challenger does a double take.] BUTTON: As in…? [The Newcastle native nods to confirm.] KEEGAN: Exactly. BUTTON: What did ‘e want? KEEGAN: To take care of that problem. [Alfie cocks his head in agreement.] BUTTON: I can’t say I blame ‘im. Someone ‘as to. You… KEEGAN: YOU were there and how much longer am I expected to go on? BUTTON: Well, CONGRATULATIONS because you’re one ov only free champions ‘ere You’ve clearly gotta a lotta life in you yet, man. [A playful jab to the Geordie’s chest comes as Keegan grabs Alfie’s hand.] KEEGAN: Tell Best to steer clear and you? Go break a leg. BUTTON: Don’t tell me that, man! KEEGAN: Come here...Go get ‘em. [A bearhug by his trainer and a few slaps on the back before Button draws away and winks at his mentor. Finally, he points at the veteran repeatedly.] BUTTON: Fank you so much for believin’ in me. I wouldn’t be ‘ere if it weren’t for you. This is for you as much as me, Keeg. Love ya. [Special K waves and gives the thumbs up as he sees Alfie approach the curtain.] KEEGAN: I love you too, you daft bugger. [The screen cuts away.]
[The view returns to our ringside announcers at the broadcast table.] CHANEY: Keegan and Alfie Button sharing good vibes toward one another, one champion to another potential champion! WATTERS: I'm sick of hearing that guy talk. Let's actually see him wrestle and get his ass kicked! CHANEY: Impatient? WATTERS: I just know we only have so much broadcast time and I want people to see Pat Gordon retain on live TV and not tape delayed! CHANEY: Well alright! It is main event time, so let's head to Aaron Buffington and get the party started!
[As the camera switches to the ring, the following graphics fills the screen.]
[The graphic leaves and we see SCW Ring Announcer Aaron Buffington in the ring ready to go.] BUFFINGTON: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!! [Crowd cheers.] BUFFINGTON: This match is a triple threat match and it is for the SOUTHWESTERN CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING LONESTAR HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!! [Crowd again goes bizerk for a title match on TV.] BUFFINGTON: This match is first pinfall or submission wins and has a thirty-minute time limit! [The crowd is jacked for this one.] BUFFINGTON: Introducing the first challenger... ["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the arena goes completely silent.] #I first meet this man at the Cammen street Tracks # #In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast# #He may have been someone once by the sound of his call # #Now he answers to no one# #NO-ONE AT ALL!# [A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the crowd has absolutely exploded now with cheers.] #We all die alone, he shouted as he passed# #With no sense of regret, see he never looked back# #Though his pride was wounded, his ego was strong# #Yea that was his Trouble and this is his Song# #You said we die alone, in this case you were right# #No friends by your side or family in sight# #There'll be no talking your way out this time# #So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind# BUFFINGTON: Hailing from Dublin, Ireland and weighing in at two hundred-fifteen pounds. Here is... "T H E C E L T I C C R I P P L E R" C A L E B F O L E Y ! ! ! [Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins to walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a tribute to his deceased father. Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his once did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business. Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against the ropes.] CHANEY: Foley is here and ready to go! This guy seems ready to me. WATTERS: Well it depends on him. The only guy who can make Foley a champion, is Foley. CHANEY: Is that a dig? WATTERS: No! It is the truth! Depend ont he fans and you will get rolled. CHANEY: Foley is a true man of the people, Larry. WATTERS: Explain that to Alfie Button when he is staring up at Foley after being cold-cocked at Sowdown! [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And the second challenger, hailing from London, England, and weighing in at two hundred and four pounds. Here is... A L F I E B U T T O N ! ! ! [Gala’s ‘Freed from Desire’ gave the SCW spectators an opportunity to stand up, have a dance and enjoy the charismatic cockney’s entrance. Alfie Button, wearing a purple jacket to his kneecaps, and tights capturing various shades of turquoise, yellow, pink and red looks like a cross between Elton John, Randy Savage and Rod Stewart, especially with his mane and jet black hair flowing. Alfie asks for the music to be cut just as he’s approaching ringside and he takes off his jacket and sprints into the squared circle, raising his arms to the crowd and getting an ovation. Then he stands in the ring on the opposite corner from Foley, watching him intently and trying to figure the Irishman out.] CHANEY: The brash Brittain has enteredthe building and has a chance at title glory tonight! WATTERS: I hope he loses. CHANEY: Why? WATTERS: I don't want to listen to that stupid accent anymore than I have to. If he has the belt we will see him over and over with a microphone in his hand and I can only take so much! [Aaron Buffington goes to continue the introductions.] BUFFINGTON: And introducing the champion! ["Okie from Muskogee" by Merle Haggard is met with boos, and there are even more boos when El Gringo Loco and Pat Gordon, Junior step onto the ramp and make their ways to ringside. The SCW Lonestar Title belt shines in the lighting as they walk to the ring.] BUFFINGTON: Weighing in at 247 pounds... He is led to the ring by the Mexican Multimedia MEGA STAR, El Gringo Loco, representing El Gringo Loco’s Professional Wrestling Cartel, the "Oklahoma Orthodontist"... P A T G O R D O N, J U N I O R ! ! ! ! ! [As the two get to ringside, the amount of crwd heat was matched by the amount of popcorn tossed in their direction. They enter the ring and El Gringo Loco continues taunting the crowd for their actions as Gordon raises the title belt to acknowledge his introduction. and the fans give him a large round of boos.] CHANEY: Gordon with the belt in tow! Nice to see him this evening. WATTERS: Yeah I guess he didn't have travel issues for this show. (snickers) CHANEY: My guess is he protected his luggage on this trip. WATTERS: Well at least he showed up, and for a champion that is usually all it takes to retain on a TV broadcast. [DING! DING!! DING!!!] CHANEY: This match will be different as there is no champion's advantage here! WATTERS: I hate to admit it, but Gordon could lose the title even if he isn't involved in the pin or submission! CHANEY: That is what makes triple threats so interesting. WATTERS: And also potentially unjust! [Gordon stands in the corner as both Button and Foley advance toward him. Button shoves Foley away and then slaps Gordon in the face and starts to throw a punch, but Foley grabs Button and yanks him away and onto the mat in the middle of the ring before turning and wailing on Gordon with hard right hands over and over.] CHANEY: Looks like both men want to take a bite out of the champion, Larry! WATTERS: It is easier to work together and take one guy down, then worry about each other. Smart idea there. CHANEY: You think so? WATTERS: It is if they work together, but I don't think they want to do that from what we have seen already. [Button is back up and over and he grabs the arm of Foley on a back swing and uses it to yank him off and throw him toward center ring. Then Button blocks a punch attempt by Gordon and hits a hard right hand of his own.] CHANEY: ALFIE BUTTON HAMMERING AWAY! WATTERS: Illegal closed fists! CHANEY: There really isn't a disqualification in a triangle match. WATTERS: I keep telling you that this is unjust for a champion, and it is. [Foley is up and over quickly and grabs Button's arm on a back swing as well, but this time he yanks and attempts a lariat, which Button ducks and fires back with a knife-edge chop. Foley returns with one of his own and the two trade chops back and forth as the fans respond with the usual response.] CHANEY: Chops for everyone! WATTERS: They are doling out chops to the chest like it is a game show or something! CHANEY: You get a chop! You get a chop! WATTERS: WE ALL GET CHOPS! [Finally, Button dodges the chop and hits a knee to the stomach and stuns Foley enough to set up for an Irish whip, which Foley reverses and sends Button across the ring and into Gordon, who was standing and saying something to EGL. The impact knocks Gordon through the middle and top ropes and sends him to the floor where he lands on EGL and the crowd erupts.] CHANEY: GORDON SENT OVER THE ROPES AND ONTO EL GRINGO LOCO ON THE OUTSIDE!!! WATTERS: I didn't see that coming! This match is moving quickly! CHANEY: It is and that is what happens when you have three top athletes in there at the same time! WATTERS: It is truly a whirlwind! [Button looked for a moment as Gordon flew out of the ring and it allows Foley to spin him around and land a hard right hand, then another. Button returns fire with a right hand of his own and then grabs him for a snap mare to the canvas, but Foley turns it into head scissors with his legs and pulls Button over. Button kicks his legs over and ends up laying on top of Foley's chest and has a pin.] CHANEY: BUTTON REVERSES IT INTO A PIN ATTEMPT! WATTERS: WHAT?!?!?! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW..............SHOULDER UP QUICKLY!!!!!!! CHANEY: Foley powering up! WATTERS: Yeah, it is way too early for a cover, even if it looked good. [Foley pushes straight up and keeps hold as he twists Button around in a circle and goes for a backslide pin attempt, but Button breaks his arm free and swings for a punch, which Foley grabs the wrist and swings him toward the mat for a grappling hold. Before he can do anything on the canvas, Button swings under and lifts the legs for a pin attempt.] CHANEY: Button again swings around and gets Caleb's shoulders down! WATTERS: NO!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TW..............NOT EVEN A TWO COUNT!!!!! CHANEY: Button keeps trying and law of averages says he may get one at some point. WATTERS: Don't count on it. [Both men up quickly and Button goes for a swinging kick, which Foley dodges and grabs Alfie from behind around the waist. Foley goes for a suplex lift, but Button blocks it with his foot. Button manages to turn around, but Foley grabs him and lifts him with a Northern Lights Suplex.] CHANEY: FOLEY WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX AND A COVER! WATTERS: HOLY CRAP!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..............NOOO!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: Foley got close there, but not enough. WATTERS: Button wasn't expecting the fast suplex and it nearly paid off. CHANEY: Foley again so close. WATTERS: That is the story of his career, Chaney, and you know it! [Both men get to their feet a little slower than before. And before he can react, Foley is dropped by a swinging lariat by Button. Button stumbles a step or two and then gets dropped by Gordon, who surges into the ring and hits a lariat of his own on Alfie. Gordon stands and stares down at both his challengers on the mat.] CHANEY: PAT GORDON JUNIOR WITH A LARIAT AND THE CHAMP IS IN CONTROL!!! WATTERS: This is as it should be! Gordon is a master in the ring and Gringo Loco has him ready with solid strategy! [Gordon stomps on Foley's shoulder as he was trying to stand. Foley gets up and Gordon drops him with a hard right hand.] CHANEY: Gordon really getting aggressive, Larry! WATTERS: He has to. He is one man defending against TWO! So he needs to be aggressive to try and keep things even. CHANEY: Is that a mental drain as well as physical? WATTERS: I never had a triangle match in my career, but I can only imagine it is taxing both ways. [Gordon turns and goes over to Button, drilling him in the head with a right hand and then another. Gordon then whips Button over the top rope. Foley is already back up and lands a right fist of his own to the champion as Button pulls himself back over the top rope as if avoiding a battle royal elimination.] CHANEY: Gordon tosses Button over, but then starts getting pegged by Foley! WATTERS: No rest at all in there. CHANEY: Button has hold of the top rope and is pulling himself back over the top rope! WATTERS: All three of these guys are in top physical condition. This one is going to be a war of attrition for sure! [Button gets settled back in the ring as Foley is hammering on Gordon across the way. Foley goes to set up for an Irish whip, but Gordon reverses it and sends the Irishman toward Button, but Alfie grabs Caleb by the head and just leads him over the top rope and to the arena floor.] CHANEY: BUTTON SENDS FOLEY OVER THE TOP AND TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! WATTERS: Alfie Button still not forgetting that Foley punched him at Showdown! What revenge! CHANEY: I think it was more survival mode and he just moved him out of the way so he could stay after Gordon. WATTERS: You call it your way, and I'll call it mine! [Button blocks a Gordon attack and hits a hard right hand, and another. He sends Gordon across the way into the ropes with a whip and then catches him on the rebound with a textbook back body drop. Gordon landed hard in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: GORDON SENT HIGH INTO THE AIR ON THAT BACK BODY DROP!!! WATTERS: And he landed with a loud thud! The champ deserves better than this! CHANEY: Button is showing what he is capable of and I think it is catching Gordon by surprise. WATTERS: Never! Gordon is the hardest working man in wrestling, and that includes scouting his opponents! [Gordon gets to his feet and Button is over fast to land a chop to the chest that pushes the champion against the ropes. Button goes for a whip again, but Gordon reverses it and sends Alfie careening across the ring and rebounding off the opposite side and back toward him. Gordon jumps and hits a running knee to the face that sends Button to the canvas as the crowd groans.] CHANEY: RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE BY THE CHAMPION AND BUTTON IS DOWN!!! WATTERS: THSI IS IT!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..............KICKOUT!!!!!!!! CHANEY: BUTTON ESCAPES!!! WATTERS: Gordon had that! Snider counted slow! CHANEY: He did not! Barry Snider is the finest referee SCW has to offer and that is why he is officiating this title match! WATTERS: Everybody is against Gordon. It is such an unjust situation here! [Gordon gets to his feet and sees Foley stepping to the ring apron to re-enter the ring. He rushes over, but Foley surges his shoulder through the top and middle rope to shoulder block the champion in the stomach. He pulls back on the ropes and does it again causing Gordon to drop to a knee for a second. Gordon right back up and goes toward him and Foley tries it a third time, but Gordon counters with a knee to the head that sends Caleb back to the arena floor.] CHANEY: GORDON WITH A KNEE RIGHT TO THE FOREHEAD OF FOLEY!!! WATTERS: Just when it looked like he had something going with those shoulder thrusts, Gordon has the answer. What a smart counter! CHANEY: Pat Gordon has always been a top hand, even if his attitude hasn't been. WATTERS: You dismiss the best wrestler in SCW too easily, Chaney! [Gordon exits the ring and grabs Foley, shoving his lower back against the ring apron. He pulls Foley up and again hugs him and rushes him into that ring apron as hard as he can. In that same moment, Alfie comes sliding under the bottom rope and hits a sliding dropkick on Foley's back, sending both the other two men to the arena floor.] CHANEY: ALFIE BUTTON WITH A SLIDING DROPKICK THAT TAKES DOWN THE OTHER MEN OUTSIDE THE RING!!! WATTERS: This match can't end in a count out, so why not use the entire area to your advantage. CHANEY: The triangle match is unique in that way, too, Larry! WATTERS: And more dangerous because of it! [Button stands on the ring apron and looks at what he did and then looks at the corner. He goes over and climbs up the corner and gets on top of the top turnbuckle just as the other two men are getting to their feet. He leaps with a moonsault off that perch and hits both men flush as the crowd erupts. All three men are down outside the ring.] CHANEY: MOONSAULT BY ALFIE BUTTON ON TOP OF GORDON AND FOLEY!!! WATTERS: GOOD GOD!!! THEY ARE ALL DEAD!!! CHANEY: This is a match where a lot of chances can be taken, but that was a true risk right there! If he misses, Alfie could have taken himself right out of this match in a hurry! WATTERS: High risk is high reward. I don't like him, but that took balls! [All three man are moving slowly as they try to begin getting to their feet. None of them have a clear advantage.] CHANEY: And because of that, all three men are starting to show real wear and tear! WATTERS: A true sign of a battle is how exhausted you are in the middle of it. All three of these guys look like death warmed over right now! CHANEY: What a main event! WATTERS: Don't tell me the Lonestar Title doesn't mean the world to these guys! [Button and Gordon are the first two to even get to their feet. Button grabs Gordon and rolls him under the bottom rope and into the ring, sliding in after him.] CHANEY: GORDON LOOKS TO PIN BUTTON!!! WATTERS: YES!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..............SHOULDER UP!!!!!!! CHANEY: BUTTON WITH A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!!! WATTERS: That was very close and I still say Snider isn't counting fast enough! CHANEY: Can we stop with that, Larry? WATTERS: I truly believe the champion is at a major disadvantage in this match! [Button is up and he pulls Gordon up and hits another knife-edge chop, then another. He whips the champion into the ropes and goes for another backdrop, but Gordon counters with a single leg face buster that stuns the top contender. Gordon sets up for a DDT when Foley rushes into the picture and clotheslines Gordon to the canvas.] CHANEY: FOLEY WITH A NASTY CLOTHESLINE TO DROP GORDON AND SAVE BUTTON!!! WATTERS: He wasn't saving Button at all! He was protecting his own chance at the title. You have to respect that! CHANEY: Foley truly seems like he is motivated more than usual tonight. WATTERS: He does because he isn't just working with the Brit to take out the champion. [Foley over and he grabs Button from behind and tries to lift, but Button blocks, so Caleb begins to hammer away on the back with clubbing blows one after the other. He then pulls back and drives his knee into the stomach as hard as he can, which doubles Button over. Caleb then takes Alfie by the head and runs him to the corner, throwing him between the turnbuckles, forcing his shoulder into the steel ring post with authority.] CHANEY: FOLEY SENDS ALFIE INTO THE RING POST BETWEEN THE TURNBUCKLES!!! WATTERS: That looks nasty! He may have really hurt that shoulder on that one! CHANEY: Definitely the chance of a dislocation or bone bruise there and it may cause mobility issues for that arm. WATTERS: Whatever works, and I'm happy to see Foley be as aggressive as the champ in there! [Button is hanging with his body laying on the middle turnbuckle as Foley turns and sees Gordon getting to his feet. He walks over and lays a right hand right tot he forehead of the champion, staggering him. He hits him again and then quickly grabs the arm and snaps Gordon over in a snap suplex in the center of the ring.] CHANEY: Foley with a snap suplex in the middle of the ring on Gordon. WATTERS: Gordon is the best technical wrestler in SCW, but Foley is showing us some skill now! CHANEY: Nobody ever said he couldn't truly wrestle! WATTERS: Sure, but he usually brawls his way out of things. He is showing us something in there. [Foley gets Gordon up and forces him into a corner, where he throws a knife-edge chop to the chest and then another. Then he punches him and grabs him for a whip across the ring, which Gordon reverses and sends Foley chest first into the turnbuckles.] CHANEY: FOLEY HITS THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A LOUD THUD!!! WATTERS: The champ is getting his licks in now! Better watch out! [Foley staggers back into Gordon's arms and the champ lifts him into the air with what appears to be a side suplex lift only to lift him and set him on the top turnbuckle. Foley tries to fight back with an elbow to the head and then a second one, but Gordon begins firing forearm shots to his back before jerking him down and leaving Foley hanging upside down in the corner.] CHANEY: FOLEY HANGING IN THAT CORNER!!! WATTERS: The old "tree of woe" so to speak! Gordon has him stuck there and it is a beautiful thing! CHANEY: Not a good spot against any wrestler, but someone like Gordon could make this dangerous for Caleb's chances. WATTERS: And now you are getting it. This is perfect strategy as Foley isn't getting out easily. [Referee Barry Snider tries to get Gordon to let up and Pat buries another boot in the chest of the hanging challenger before he turns and walks across to where Button is finally back in the ring. Gordon grabs Button and whips him across the ring with as much force as he can into the dangling Foley and the impact is heard in the crowd's groans. Button stumbles back into a pin attempt by Gordon.] CHANEY: BUTTON SENT INTO FOLEY WITH FORCE AND GORDON ROLLS HIM UP ON THE REBOUND!!! WATTERS: HERE IT IS!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..............KICKOUT!!!!!!!! CHANEY: BUTTON GOT A SHOULDER UP!!! WATTERS: And I bet it hurt after he hit that ring post! CHANEY: Gordon looks at Snider and just shakes his head. This is taking a lot out of everyone involved! WATTERS: It should. Titles are never meant to be won on a handshake or finger poke. [Both men take a moment to get to their feet and Gordon is quick to pull Button into the opposite corner from Foley and hit a couple of shots. He sets him up for another whip, but Button reverses it and sends him into Foley, who frees up a foot in time to kick the arriving Gordon in the face and send him stumbling back into the roll up by Button.] CHANEY: REVERSE WHIP AND GORDON EATS A BOOT BY FOLEY! BUTTON WITH A PIN!!! WATTERS: NOOOOO!!!!!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..............NOOOO!!!!!!!! CHANEY: GORDON KICKS OUT!!! WATTERS: The champion refuses to give in! What nerve he has in there! CHANEY: Button now with some control of the match and Foley is still half stuck in that corner WATTERS: That is really tough to escape when you are hanging like that. [The two men get to their feet and start throwing haymakers at each other. Button lands one, then Gordon and back and forth. Finally Button gets an advantage and goes for a whip, that gets reversed by Gordon. Gordon misses a lariat on the rebound and Button flies with a forearm shot to the face that floors the champion.] CHANEY: BUTTON WITH A FLYING FOREARM TO DROP GORDON TO THE CANVAS!!! WATTERS: Get up, champ! [Button kips up just in time to get clotheslines over the top rope by a rushing Caleb Foley. Alfie flips over the ropes and lands on the floor as Foley stares at him.] CHANEY: FOLEY TAKES BUTTON OUT OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! LOOK AT THAT STARE!!! WATTERS: Caleb Foley is starting to realize that he needs to take control himself. CHANEY: That is the same look he had at Showdown! WATTERS: Still a great moment in my mind, watching him drop that English lad and his annoying accent to the floor. [Foley turns around and sees Gordon getting to his feet and rushes over to grab him around the waist. He lifts him with a textbook German suplex and keeps hold of him, rolling though to lift for a second German suplex. Then he continues through and lifts for a third! He releases the third for a nasty landing.] CHANEY: A TRIFECTA OF GERMAN SUPLEXES BY FOLEY!!! WATTERS: Caleb Foley digging deep. This could be his night, as much as I hate admitting it. CHANEY: He is really going to town here and getting technical with a technician! WATTERS: But it is taking a toll on him. He looks exhausted in there already! And I wonder about his decision making in this moment. [Foley is on his feet and he points to the corner. He quickly ascends the turnbuckles and perches on top before stooping down and using his hands on the ropes to transition into a handstand. He then pushes off and hits a split-legged moonsault on Gordon.] CHANEY: DUBLIN DELIVERY!!! HE NAILED IT!!! WATTERS: IS THIS IT?!?!?! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..................BUTTON WITH THE SAVE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! CHANEY: ALFIE BUTTON RUSHED INTO THE RING AND KICKED FOLEY'S SHOULDER!!! WATTERS: What a save out of nowhere! CHANEY: Button just saved Gordon from the loss! The title is still up for grabs in this crazy battle! WATTERS: Perhaps he was just making sure Foley DIDN'T win it. Ever consider that? [All three men are on the mat trying to get to their feet. Button to his feet first, followed by Foley. Button is over and grabs Foley, lifting for a German Suplex of his own. He tries to roll through for another, but Foley breaks out and reverses it into a German Suplex of his own! Then a second! Then a third!] CHANEY: FOLEY WITH A TRIO OF SUPLEXES FOR BUTTON!!! WATTERS: This is not the same Caleb Foley, people. This guy is showing something more than he ever has before! CHANEY: Alfie Button is laying near that corner and Caleb has that look again! WATTERS: This could get bad for Button. [Foley quickly over to the corner and he climbs it. The fans start cheering the potential as he perches and holds his arms up. He leaps in the air and drills a flying headbutt to the shoulder of Alfie Button.] CHANEY: DIVING HEADBUTT TO THAT SHOULDER!!!! WATTERS: Foley is going for it! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..............KICKOUT!!!!!!!! CHANEY: BUTTON GETS A SHOULDER UP AGAIN!!! WATTERS: The kid has alligator blood in him, I will give him that. CHANEY: There is no quit in Alfie Button as the A-lister is one of the toughest guys you will come across in the squared circle. WATTERS: He better be in this kind of war! [Button and Foley are on the mat and pulling themselves back to their feet. They finally stand and come together, Button hits a couple of punches and then goes for a whip, but Foley reverses it. Button rebounds with a flying forearm to Foley's face that sends him down to the mat and rolling out of the ring.] CHANEY: FOLEY DROPPED BY THE FLYING FOREARM OF ALFIE BUTTON!!! WATTERS: That had some stank on it as Foley ended up all the way out of the ring because of it! CHANEY: Button taking the fight to his opponents for sure! The title could be in his grasp! WATTERS: Never count out a tenacious champion! [As Button gets to his feet, Gordon comes over and goes for a punch, but Button blocks it and hammers back with right hand after right hand. He ducks another punch and lifts Gordon into the air, dropping him with an inverted atomic drop. He scoops him over and slams him in the middle of the ring.] CHANEY: Button with a scoop slam and Gordon is laid out at center ring! WATTERS: Not a good spot, especially in a match like this. CHANEY: You can say that again, Larry. WATTERS: If anyone can turn t into a positive, it is Gordon. [Button looks to the corner and begins to nod as the fans start cheering. Button climbs the corner and perches for a split second before leaping into the air and landing a frog splash onto the back of Gordon.] CHANEY: FROG SPLASH TO THE BACK OF GORDON!!! WATTERS: That was a long leap there! CHANEY: And he hit one, you know what that means. WATTERS: You have to be kidding me to try that in this match! [Button gets to his feet and Gordon has rolled over. The look on Alfie's face is like he got the greatest gift on Christmas morning as he goes to the opposite corner and climbs up. The fans are cheering loudly as he leaps for a second frog splash on the ribs of the champion.] CHANEY: ACTION REPLAY!!! HE HIT THE SECOND FROG SPLASH ON THE RIBS!!! WATTERS: NOOOO!!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE..................FOLEY YANKS GORDON OUT OF THE RING!!! CHANEY: CALEB FOLEY JUSTTORE GORDON RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!!! WATTERS: Foley is adamant that he will be the one to get this pin on the champion. CHANEY: Not to mention keeping Button from getting the win right there. Gordon was out and done! WATTERS: Sometimes it is better to be lucky than good! [Gordon hits the guardrail on impact. Button slides out of the ring and immediately attacks Foley with a right hand and another. Foley hits him back, but Button has the stronger energy and hits him two more times before grabbing him and rolling him into the ring again.] CHANEY: Button manages to get control and roll Foley back into the ring. WATTERS: Button and Foley have been waging a battle within this battle, it seems. CHANEY: I still see unresolved issues there and that has to play a part when you get in that ring. WATTERS: It does. I know if I didn't like somebody or had an issue, I worked harder to take them out. [Button follows in right behind under the bottom rope. Button pulls Foley up and pushes him into the corner before delivering the loudest chop of the night so far. The impact so strong Foley's feet came off the mat. Button hits him with a second one and the crowd gives the usual response.] CHANEY: WHAT A CHOP BY BUTTON!!! WATTERS: He really threw all he had into those chops! Look at Foley's chest! CHANEY: It is beet red in there! WATTERS: And it sounded just as bad! These fans should be ashamed cheering for it the way they do! [Button goes for the Irish whip to the opposite corner, but Foley reverses it and Button hits the corner and flips up and back down the corner, stumbling back into the arms of Foley, who lifts him up and drops him with a sidewalk slam.] CHANEY: CALEB FOLEY WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM!!! WATTERS: My how quick the tide can turn in these kinds of matches! CHANEY: You can say that again! Caleb Foley is again the aggressor! WATTERS: Only way to win is to fight till the end! [Foley grabs the legs and sets up for a catapult and drops back fast sending Button flying into the corner where he hits his head on the top of the steel ring post. Button stumbles around as Foley goes into attack mode and starts drilling the cut over Alfie's left eye with right fist after right fist. Foley grabs him and drops him with an inverted DDT.] CHANEY: ALFIE IS CUT!!! INVERTED DDT BY FOLEY!!! WATTERS: You have to be kidding me?!?!?! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE....................GORDON BREAKS IT UP!!!! CHANEY: PAT GORDON JUNIOR SAVES HIS TITLE AT THE LAST SECOND!!! WATTERS: The champion ALWAYS knows when to rise to the occasion!!! CHANEY: Gordon seems to be ready to jump head long back into this one! WATTERS: It is winning time. A champion knows when to take it up a notch and show the challenger what it will REALLY take to win. [Gordon slides out of the ring again and pulls Foley out with him. He forces Caleb's head off the top of the guard rail and then leads him over to the steel ring steps. Foley blocks the attempt and then slams Gordon's head off the steps as the fans erupt.] CHANEY: FOLEY SENDS GORDON'S HEAD INTO THE STEPS!!! WATTERS: No count out or disqualifications! It is legal! CHANEY: Caleb Foley teeing off on the champion outside the ring! I bet Gordon regrets going out there now! WATTERS: I hate agreeing with you, but it may have been a mistake. [Foley goes over and starts throwing bombs with his right fist that send Gordon's head snapping back wide. Over and over he hits him with those fists and EGL rushes over to try and talk sense into Caleb, but Foley shoves him to the floor as the fans erupt.] CHANEY: FOLEY SHOVES GRINGO LOCO TO THE FLOOR AND THE CROWD LOVES IT!!! WATTERS: I'll be honest, I never saw him doing something like that. CHANEY: Caleb Foley not letting ANYONE get in his way right now! WATTERS: Except common sense. You don't shove Gringo Loco like that and not pay for it! [Foley stays on the attack and throws a chop to the chest and then another. The fans are eating it up. Foley grabs Gordon and sets him up for a whip on the outside, but Gordon reverses it and sends Foley into the steel ring steps with a ton of force.] CHANEY: FOLEY CRASHIGN INTO THE STEPS AND GORDON REGAINS CONTROL!!! WATTERS: See? I told you so! CHANEY: All the while, Button is bleeding and laid out in the ring, barely moving. Either of these guys could jump in and probably get the decision, but they choose to beat on each other! WATTERS: This is what a war is about! It doesn't always make sense! [Gordon goes over to look at EGL and make sure his manager is alright, but Foley gets to his feet and charges at them. Pat ducks under and back body drops Foley into the air and though the announce table at ringside as the fans begin shouting "Holy S(BLEEP)!" over and over.] CHANEY: GORDON JUST SENT FOLEY THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!! WATTERS: And he spilled my drink!!! CHANEY: Foley is laid out and Button is now to his feet in the ring. Look at the blood coming from that cut above his left eye! WATTERS: We have seen matches stopped for less, Chaney, but this match won't allow that! [In the ring, Button is bloody and looking nasty as he motions for Gordon to come back in the ring and finish the battle. the fans are still chanting as Gordon stares at the top contender to his title. Gordon slowly walks toward the ring again and steps inside as the fans cheer these two ready to go again.] CHANEY: Button challenging the champion and Gordon seems like he is willing to answer! WATTERS: Another battle within the battle! CHANEY: Button is ready to finish this once and for all, and I think Gordon is the same. WATTERS: Gordon isn't standard issue. He wants to not just survive with the belt, but have earned the right to keep it. He wants to win this one out right! [The charge at each other and Button hits a right hand, while Gordon counters. Button gets the better of it and hits a punch, then a chop and sends the champion stumbling into the corner. Gordon blocks a punch and lifts a knee to force a turn and shove Alfie into the corner. He begins throwing haymakers to the challenger over and over as Referee Barry Snider is trying to get a break due to the corner rule.] CHANEY: Gordon and Button in the corner and Barry Snider is trying to call for a break in that corner! WATTERS: Why? No disqualification in a match like this! Why is he involving himself when Gordon has the advantage? CHANEY: I would say safety concerns. WATTERS: Give me a break! [Gordon goes for a whip across to the opposite corner, but Button reverses it and sends Pat into the corner slightly off center and Gordon hits awkwardly and flips over the top rope and all the way to the arena floor. The crowd begins chanting again.] CHANEY: PAT GORDON JUNIOR TUMBLES OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE FLOOR!!! WATTERS: None of these men will EVER be the same after this one! CHANEY: This may be one of the best matches we have ever had on Rampage and the people of New Orleans are loving it! WATTERS: Three men killing each other! What a blast! (chuckles) [Button slides out and takes advantage as he hits a couple of punches and then grabs Gordon by the head and starts leading him past the announce table carnage and slams Gordon's head as hard as he can off the steel ring post, causing him to tumble over the ring steps in the process.] CHANEY: ALFIE BUTTON SHOWING A MEAN STREAK OF HIS OWN!!! WATTERS: He bounced Gordon's head off that post with as much running force as he could muster!!! CHANEY: HE'S CUT TOO!!! GORDON HAS A CUT ON HIS FOREHEAD FROM THAT IMPACT!!! WATTERS: This match is getting disgusting as both Button and Gordon are bleeding now! [Button, face covered in a crimson mask, finally gets over and reaches down to pick Gordon up and we can see the champion is also busted open and starting to bleed. Alfie pulls the champion up and rolls him back inside the ring.] CHANEY: Back inside the ring, as Button looks like he wants to get this one finished off as soon as he can! WATTERS: Inside the ring is the only place this one can truly end. CHANEY: That is true and all three men know this. The only way the match ends otherwise is if the time limit expires. WATTERS: That is why they pull out all the stops the way they do! [Button gets Gordon up and his a couple of punches and again goes for an Irish whip. He drops his head too early and Gordon takes advantage, grabbing him and lifting for a nasty piledriver in the center of the ring. Both men are down in the middle of the ring and bleeding from cuts on their foreheads.] CHANEY: PILEDRIVER BY GORDON!!! WHAT AN EQUALIZER!!! WATTERS: But he used up every ounce of strength he had to nail it and both of them are down in the ring now!!! CHANEY: This has taken so much out of all of these men. They all seek that ultimate prize in SCW! WATTERS: And are willing to risk everything to get it! [Gordon is barely moving and Button is laying flat and not even making a flinch of any kind. Gordon rolls over and pulls himself over, slowly draping an arm over the bleeding Britain.] CHANEY: Gordon manages to get an arm over Alfie and this may be it! WATTERS: COUNT IT!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE....................FOLEY BREAKS IT UP!!!!! CHANEY: WHERE IN THE HELL DID FOLEY COME FROM?!?!?!?! WATTERS: He used everything he had to get in there from the rubble in front of us! [Foley lays on the mat after diving out of nowhere to break the pin and all three men are again on the canvas. The fans erupt at the near fall.] CHANEY: Caleb Foley may have hurt himself just as much with straining to get in and break that up as the impact through the table! WATTERS: He is leaving it all in the ring! CHANEY: All three of these men are! WATTERS: Nobody seems to be truly getting an advantage here and there are no count outs here! [The men are all rolling over and trying to get hold of ropes or anything to pull themselves up. EGL is urging Gordon to get on his feet, but the bloody champion is barely up to an elbow at this point.] CHANEY: Exhaustion has set in! Blood has been spilled! And yet a title is STILL on the line! WATTERS: This is what you want in a wrestling match! CHANEY: Gordon is trying to listen to Gringo Loco and get back to his feet, but having difficulty. WATTERS: Yet he is still ahead of the other two! [Button tries to slide to an elbow, but slips and actually rolls back over and slides out of the ring as Gordon finally stands to his feet. The Champ moves over and pulls Foley to his knees. He looks to be trying to set up his backdrop suplex finisher, but Foley snaps back and starts throwing chops like a crazy man.] CHANEY: CALEB FOLEY A MAN POSSESSED WITH CHOPS ON TOP OF CHOPS IN THERE!!! WATTERS: Where has this come from? CHANEY: Foley digging even deeper and showing he has yet another gear to kick into! WATTERS: Pat Gordon needs to reverse this and soon! [Foley looks to have an advantage, but Gordon manages to sneak a low blow and regain control, He goes to set up for his finisher again, but Foley jerks out of it and takes Gordon down to the mat and locks on his cattle mutilation submission hold. The crowd erupts.] CHANEY: CELTIC DISTORTION!!! HE HAS IT LOCKED ON!!! WATTERS: That submission hold can cause serious damage! Gordon better escape or he may never walk right again! CHANEY: Can Caleb Foley get the champion to tap out? WATTERS: Gordon looks like he is at his wits end there! He may be ready to tap out and t doesn't look good for him at all! [Foley is really working the hold and Gordon's head is flailing around in pain as he is fighting the urge to tap out. The crowd is cheering as they sense the champion's struggle to stay alive here and Foley is yelling out loud as he wrenches the hold. Suddenly Alfie Button surges into the view and superkicks Foley in the face to break the hold.] CHANEY: ALFIE BUTTON WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE FACE OF FOLEY AND BREAKS THE HOLD!!! WATTERS: That bloody Brit with a sneak attack, but it was perfect and laid out Foley with one shot!!! CHANEY: It seems like every attack almost takes as much out of the attacker as it does the victim! WATTERS: That is what happens in matches like this! [All three men again down on the canvas as the crowd goes ballistic. Only Gordon seems to be moving much as he tries to get the feeling back in his extremities.] CHANEY: Pat Gordon is moving, but not very fast! WATTERS: The other two are not really moving at all and I thin Foley is out cold!!! CHANEY: Prime opportunity for a title victory for any one of these three if they can get their bearings about them! WATTERS: It really is. But exhaustion causes issues there! [Button begins to slowly crawl toward Foley. Inch by inch he gets closer and the crowd cheers as they know he will go for a cover if he gets there. Gordon is writhing on the mat several feet away. He finally reaches the "Celtic Crippler" and lays an arm over his chest.] CHANEY: GORDON GETS AN ARM OVER FOLEY'S CHEST!!! WATTERS: YES!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEE....................KICKOUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE NANO-SECOND!!!!!!! CHANEY: FOLEY MANAGES TO ESCAPE!!! WATTERS: HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAt!?!?!?! CHANEY: Especially after taking that superkick tot he face the way he did. What fortitude by the Irishman! WATTERS: He is refusing to die, but it still may not be enough! [Button makes it back to his feet and waits for Foley to start standing. When he finally does, Button rushes at Foley and Foley ducks the swing and hits a direct low blow on the Brit. Foley then grabs him and throws him over the top rope and to the arena floor.] CHANEY: FOLEY SENDS BUTTON OUT OF THE RING AND NOW HE HAS HIS SIGHTS ON GORDON!!! WATTERS: Look up champ! Watch out! [Foley turns and sees Gordon on his feet. He wastes no time in rushing and dropping for the handspring and grabs Gordon for his cutter variation. The crowd goes crazy.] CHANEY: AIR DUBLIN!!!! FOLEY NAILED IT!!! WATTERS: NOOOO!!!!!! ONE! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!!!!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHANEY: CALEB FOLEY DID IT!!! FOLEY DID IT!!!! HE'S CHAMPION!!!! WATTERS: I can't believe what I am seeing!!! CHANEY: Caleb Foley has FINALLY ascended the mountain and has won the Lonestar Title!!! WATTERS: He has worked years for this. I don't think anyone saw this coming! [Foley is on his knees as Barry Snider hands him the SCW Lonestar Title belt. He holds it close to his chest and then throws his left fist into the air, pumping it up and down in celebration.] CHANEY: Look at the jubilation in Foley's face as he holds that belt! WATTERS: You can tell it truly means something to him! Great moment for him to be sure! CHANEY: Fans, we have a new champion! Caleb Foley has become the man in SCW! WATTERS: Talk about a way to cap the night off! CHANEY: And that is all the time we have here tonight, everybody! For Larry Watters, I'm Eric Chaney saying good night and we'll see you on the next edition of Rampage! [The screen fades to black and then begins showing stills from events that happened during the show as the song "Legendary" by Skillet again plays over the screen. After a lot of hard guitar riffs and drums, and the final picture of Foley clutching the title with his fist in the air, we finally we hear that final lyric...] #LEGENDARY!# [The music fades out, as do the picture stills and all that is left is the black screen] © 2020 RSE, Inc. LEAGUE WEBSITE: http://www.scw.fwrestling.com/ LEAGUE FORUM: http://scw2019.freeforums.net/ LEAGUE TWITTER: @official_scw