Vendetta 2008
27th April 2008
Råsunda Stadion, Solna, Sweden
PPV #007
V FOR VENDETTA
The camera pans around the sold out crowd in the Råsunda Stadion, Solna, Sweden as the Vendetta 2008 theme music ‘Thug Love’ by 2Pac blares over the sound system! The fans are pumped up for the seventh sVo PPV, featuring possibly the biggest main event in history as the sVo Championship is defended in the first time in Tag Team action! The video package for Vendetta hits the Violence-Tron, showing highlights of the last month of sVo action to build up to tonight’s matches, including action from Psyko Stevo, Mike Best, Kelly Flawless and Chris Bond!
HOW THINGS WORK
The scene opens up in the office of the sVo co-Owner Jimmy Moretti. The man himself is pacing back and forth across the office puffing on a large cigar. Moretti appears to be shaking his head as he holds a mobile phone in his left hand. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door which causes Jimmy Moretti to quickly spin around.
Jimmy Moretti – “Now is not a good time.”
The people on the other side of the door don’t seem to care for the opinion of Moretti as the door opens anyway. Moretti’s face drops as to FBI officers stride into the room. The FBI officers look down on Moretti, who snarls at their mere presence.
Jimmy Moretti – “What the fuck are you doing here?”
The leader FBI officer removes his shades as he stares at Moretti. Moretti blows smoke in the air before putting his cigar out in an ashtray on his desk.
Officer – “Mr Moretti, we are here to inform you that as of this morning there was a robbery in your Casino in Las Vegas.”
Moretti slowly walks away from the officer, taking up a position behind his own desk.
Jimmy Moretti – “Don’t you think I fucking know that?”
The officer nods his head.
Officer – “We have a main suspect in the masterminding of the robbery, if you have any information that could help with our enquiry….”
Jimmy Moretti cuts off the conversation with a simple gesture of his hand.
Jimmy Moretti – “Don’t think you are going to come in here and got information from me. That’s not how this works.”
The FBI officers shake their heads in disgust.
Officer – “Well our main suspect is believed to be in the building tonight. If you have any information, just give us a call.”
The FBI officer pulls a card out of his pocket and places it on the desk of Moretti. Moretti looks at the card for a brief second without picking it up, before staring at the FBI officer. The officers shake their heads before exiting the room. Moretti stares straight in front of him before opening and reaching into a draw in his desk.
Jimmy Moretti – “That’s now how it works around here.”
Moretti pulls out a handgun and checks the clip. Slowly placing the gun into the back of his trousers, the scene fades out.
ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT
Backstage at the illustrious Råsunda Stadion, an intent looking Chris Bond is making his way into the arena, through the staff entrance. Slung over his shoulder is his oversized gear bag, which perfectly match his stylish looking shades. He hikes the bag further up onto his shoulder as he rounds the corner of the hallway, only to bump into a man coming around from the other side.
Bond: Sorry, mano, my mist– oh, it’s you.
His face curls into a scowl as he stares back at the man he’s bumped in to, the former champion of the sVo and everyone’s hero, Mike Best. MPlow grins back at him, an evil smirk across his face, as he shakes his head at his rival and opponent later tonight in the main event.
Best: Well well, look who it is. What’s in the bag, Bond? Taking mommy out for a little excercise? Cause she got plenty of that this week already.
Bond: Shut up, Best.
The former sVo Champion’s smirk widens, as he shrugs his shoulders playfully. Bond remains stone faced, not taking his eyes of one of his longest-time rivals.
Best: Come on, Chris. Don’t be such a stiff. You act like someone defrosted mommy dearest and banged her in your basement.
Bond: Keep laughing. You know, I thought we were cool, especially after all the shit we went through in the AWO… but you obviously had different ideas.
Best: Chill out, Double-Oh-Norman-Bates. This is the Sanctioned Violence Organization, we’re not in Detroit anymore. Things are different here. You think you can walk in and take my top spot? You’re gonna have to work for it… ‘mano’.
Bond: I don’t want your spot Mikey, it’s tainted… and to be honest, Stevo’s much better at being a champion than you ever dreamed of… you know why? Because he doesn’t need Kelly Flawless or some other lame back-up to retain. If you catch my drift. Cause you’re right, it IS different here. YOU’RE different. Talent, devotion, sacrifice… I guess you must’ve left those things in Detroit, too, huh? But you’re gonna tell me to work for it? That’s funny. Cause it seems like you took the easy way out to me, in typical Mike Best fashion. Or is it “MPlow” now that you’re running around like a moron with Kelly Flawless? So much wasted talent.You’d rather fuck around then take things seriously… that’s why you lost the strap in the first place. I stood up for you then, but hell mano, you’ve fallen… and fallen hard.
Best opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again without saying a word. The smirk is now on the face of Chris Bond, who shakes his head sympathetically at his former friend. He hikes his gear bag back up high onto his shoulder, before walking past Best and towards his locker room, leaving the former champion with a blank stare on his face as the camera cuts back to the ring.
AN IMPORTANT PHONECALL
*As the cameras cut backstage we see current sVo World Heavyweight Champion Psyko Stevo making his way into the arena. Stevo is wearing a pair of black workout pants and his trademark “The Past is Indestructible” black t-shirt. Stevo nods to a couple of stagehands before he finally sees someone of importance, Paige Johnson.*
Stevo: Hey Paige, you know where Jon is?
Paige: Jon Page? No idea… I saw him leaving the hotel yesterday and he said he had some really important business regarding the sVo that he had to take care of. Haven’t seen him since then, didn’t see his limo pull into the hotel lobby last night now that I think about it…
*Stevo grinds his teeth together but remains calm.*
Stevo: I see… do you know if Jimmy is in his office right now?
Paige: Should be, he was there the last time I saw him.
Stevo: Thanks.
*Stevo doesn’t even wait for a response, he storms down the hallway, intensity plastered all across his face. A couple of the up and coming superstars are warming up for their matches later in the night and they glance over towards the champ, but he pays them no attention. After turning a corner Stevo takes a deep breath and looks at the set of double doors in front of him which read, “Jimmy Moretti – sVo owner”. Stevo knocks on the doors and we hear a voice from the inside.*
Voice: Yea, come in.
*Stevo opens both doors and enters the office. Once inside we see Jimmy Moretti sitting behind an elaborate mahogany desk. Jimmy is filling out paperwork and doesn’t even bother to lift his head as Stevo enters the room.*
Jimmy: Stevo, close the doors… take a seat.
Stevo: How did you even know it was me?
*Jimmy doesn’t bother answering as he continues doing his paperwork. Stevo shrugs off the cold response and does as he is told and takes a seat opposite Moretti.
Jimmy: So then, what brings you over to my corner of the world?
Stevo: I need to talk to Jon Page. I’ve been asking all over the place and no one seems to know where he’s run off too.
*Jimmy stops doing his paperwork and looks up at Stevo, setting his pen down in the process.*
Jimmy: No one’s seen Page? Hmm, let’s call his emergency line and see what’s going on, shall we?
Stevo: That’d be great, thanks!
*Jimmy hits a button on the phone which rests on his desk and we hear numbers being processed. As the phone starts ringing Jimmy leans in towards Stevo.*
Jimmy: You can talk to him, there’s nothing I really need to say. Just forget I’m even in the room.
Stevo: Whatever.
*The phone finally clicks and we hear Page’s voice on the other line.*
Page: Jimmy, what do you want?
*Moretti remains silent, nodding his head to Stevo.*
Page: Moretti, seriously, what the hell do you want? I told you only to call me on this line in case of emergencies.
Stevo: Hey Jon.
Page: What? Stevo, is that you?
Stevo: Yea it’s me, I snuck into Moretti’s office and saw this number on the speed dial. Hey, where you are you?
Page: That’s not important, why are you calling me?
Stevo: Look, it’s about this main event… I’m not happy with it.
Page: Not happy with it? This is the perfect opportunity for you to showcase to the world that you are truly the greatest World Champion in the history of the sVo.
*There is a brief silence and Stevo rises from the chair he was sitting in.*
Stevo: I don’t see it that way Jon… you got Chis Bond and Kelly Flawless involved, and that just doesn’t feel right to me.
Page: Look, I don’t have a lot of time here…
Stevo: I wanted Best in a singles match, I wanted to take him down without any interference, without anyone else sticking their nose into it.
Page: Sorry, I can’t change the match now, you should know that.
Stevo: I know… it’s just, this kind of upsets me.
*We hear some crackling on the other end of the line and voices in the background. Page shooshes them before responding to Stevo.*
Page: Look, Stevo… I’m extremely tied up at the moment with sVo stuff. Listen, you take care of business tonight and I’ll work with you to get you your singles match against Best, okay?
Stevo: Thank you, that’d mean a lot.
Page: Say, have you seen Chris Bond in the arena yet?
Stevo: No… not yet.
Page: Stevo, it’s very important that you keep Chris Bond… distracted tonight.
Stevo: Distracted? What’s going on over there?
Page: Nothing… look, you just take care of business tonight, take Bond out, take Flawless out, pin Best and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?
Stevo: Page, I still have some things I want to discuss with you.
*We hear very loud noises in the background and Page can’t seem to control them.*
Page: Look, I’m sorry, I gotta go… good luck tonight!
*CLICK*
*Stevo looks at Jimmy Moretti who has a bit of a grimace on his face.*
Stevo: Thanks for letting me use the phone…
*Moretti doesn’t appear to be listening to Stevo at all, as the wheels in his head appear to be turning.*
Stevo: I said… thanks!
Jimmy: Oh, right… um yea, no problem. Look, not to be rude but I have a lot of… paperwork to get to the bottom of, could you please get the hell out of here?
*Stevo looks around the room and finally nods his head.*
Stevo: Sure… whatever.
*Stevo takes a few steps back and starts to whisper to himself as he leaves the room.*
Stevo: Why would Page want me to “take care” of Bond?
*Stevo finally gets to the double doors and shuts them. Before he closes them all the way we see Jimmy Moretti reach for the phone which is sitting next to him.*
THE PROPHECY Pt.I – THE PRESENT
Arrant gripped the Russian object in his gloved hand as he felt the hand of destiny on his shoulder. The energy from the mysterious stranger emitted all around the room as the entirety of time flashed through him. Arrant, who had seen everything already, knew that tonight there was an event that had to concluded.
“The prophecy of A Fecal Voodoos Slings…. Tonight is a huge point in history.”
The children of Kharn, Seden and Manta, gathered around Arrant as a blue energy began to spin around the room, faster and faster.
“Tonight my children, I must travel in time, and pluck our hero from obscurity. Tonight is the night my children. The prophecy of A Fecal Voodoos Slings must be fulfilled.”
Manta and Sedan bowed their hooded head as their master disappeared into a blue flash of energy.
RETALIATION
DEBUT MATCH
Powerhart vs. MASTODON
*The strong, heavy metal distortions of Nine Inch Nail’s “The Line Begins to Blur” echo throughout the arena as the primary lighting changes to an intense red. Escorted by various armed guards who protect small children from getting anywhere near the beast, MASTODON stomps down the ramp until he enters the ring to await his opponent. Shortly after the commotion that MASTODON created subsided, “Cowboys From Hell” by Metallica hits the PA and the fans give a mild pop as Powerhart comes storming out of the backstage area with a very intense look on his face. Powerhart sprints down the steel ramp way before walking up the steel steel and entering between the second and third rope. Once inside the ring he lifts his arms in the air, keeping the same intensity on his face as the fans get ready for the opening match.*
DING DING DING
*The two beasts lock up in the center of the ring and for a second it feels like the entire Earth is about to explode. The ring shakes a bit as it’s MASTODON getting the advantage. The beast manhandles Powerhart into the corner and goes for a slap on the chest, but what’s this? Powerhart stomps on the foot of MASTODON and it momentarily stuns the beast. Rights and lefts from Powerhart now as MASTODON eats them like breakfast. Powerhart now, off the ropes… clothesline sends MASTODON into the turnbuckle. Powerhart up on the turnbuckle now… reigning down rights… one… two… three, the fans start to count along… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine… ten! Ten right hand shots to the face of MASTODON and Powerhart lifts his hands in the air to celebrate.
What the hell? MASTODON reaches up and grabs the throat of Powerhart… MASTODON now… MASTODON holds Powerhart eight feet high in the air and now he walks effortlessly to the center of the ring, choking the life out of Powerhart… thumb to the eye! Powerhart, out of desperation stuck his arms out and a thumb connected with the eye of MASTODON and now Powerhart is back on the offensive… kicks to the back of the leg and now… forearm shot to the back of MASTODON’s knee and the mighty beast once again falls into the corner, but still manages to stay on his feet.
Powerhart now, sensing the opening he has been looking for all match… he walks over to the turnbuckle, this is it folks, he’s signaling the end. Could it be time for the HartBreaker? Powerhart to the turnbuckle… MASTODON just stepped out of the way at the last second and Powerhart eats a shoulder full of steel! MASTODON now, stomping away at Powerhart, each boot to the mat sends the ring shaking. Powerhart now gets up on one knee… punch to the throat! Powerhart might be seriously injured and here comes MASTODON, MASTODON just looks down at Powerhart who is gasping for air. MASODON now… extending his gigantic hand… vice grip on Powerhart’s face! Powerhart is tapping!
What the hell though? MASTODON refuses to let go of the grip, the official has called for the bell and MASTODON keeps the hold locked in… the offcial trying to break it up now, OH! There goes MASTODON’s free hand and now the official is caught in a vice grip as well. MASTODON is on the verge of killing both the official and Powerhart… what’s this? Here come the team of security guards that accompanied MASTODON to the ring, cattle prods in hand. MASTODON is getting electrocuted in the ring, but he refuses to break the hold or go down. Finally, finally one of hte larger members of the security team sticks the cattle prod into MASTODON’s neck and MASTODON breaks the hold and falls down to one knee.
This one is over and the mighty Powerhart put up a valient effort, but he couldn’t even get the gigantic MASTODON onto his back. What will it take to bring this behemoth down in the future?
RESULT: MASTODON def. Powerhart
DO OR DIE
Segment: Backstage in their locker room is both Howie Banks and Psyko Stevo. Both men have major matches tonight at Vendetta as Psyko Stevo defends his sVo World Championship in a tag team match teaming with Chris Bond to take on Kelly Flawless and Mike Best. However, Howie Banks may have an even tougher match up as he takes on Cody Williams in a career threatening special guest referee match.
Stevo leans over to Banks who is getting all suited up with his ring attire.
Stevo: “The old green and black eh?”
Howie cracks a smile.
Banks: “It’s do or die my friend.”
Stevo puts his hand on his shoulder.
Stevo: “Best of luck out there, man.”
Howie finishes lacing up his boots as he turns to Stevo.
Banks: “Thanks man.”
He pauses.
Banks: “And good luck to you.”
He pats Stevo’s back as both men continue to get ready for their matches.
sVo LAS VEGAS CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Blaze vs. Damien Sands vs. Death Venom
“Stricken” by Disturbed begins to blast through the arena, as the lights go red and black. The arena is filled with black smoke, until a red pyro goes off all around the stage. Death Venom appears through the curtains, wearing a black trench coat. Slowly, he raises his arms and his pyro goes off. He walks towards the ring, slowly to the ring post and climbs the stairs. He steps through the ropes, walking to the turnbuckle, where he climbs it, raises his arms and then jumps down, to wait for the upcoming opponents.
That’s life, that’s what all the people say….
You’re riding high in April….
Shot down in May……
But I know I’m gonna change that tune….
When I’m back on top, back on top in June….
The lights begin to dim on out all though out the arena as red and white lights flash on and off through out the arena flashing over various aspects of the crowed. The fans can be heard booing as they know who’s going to be coming out from the behind the black curtains. As Damien Sands makes his appearance known he stands on the entrance ramp wearing a feathered silver robe as fog surrounds around him like a freight train, he begins disappearing with in it, He eventually can be seen walking through it holding a mirror in one hand as he walks on down to the ring flaunting his looks as he walks around to the side or the steel metal steps and climbs in as the fans continue to boo him he continues to look at himself within the mirror as he awaits his final opponent.
Death Venom and Damien Sands look at each other, as the referee steps between them to keep the order until the match is underway.
“We Takin’ Over” by DJ Khaled begins to pump through the arena. The lights begin to flash yellow and blue, instead of their usual orange and blue, and a huge pyro goes off as BlaZe appears on stage, pumped and ready for the match. He comes out wearing a Team Sweden Hockey Captain’s Jersey and turns to show the back, which reads “SUNDIN #13”. He turns back, salutes the crowd and then starts his ascent to the ring giving high fives and shaking hands with the fans. He slides into the ring and runs up the turnbuckle, glancing back at his opponents, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sharpie. Different about his shorts today, instead of just the white, they are white but with a black and grey dragon on them. He points at the dragon, then signs his jersey, throws it to the crowd and then jumps down into the ring, loosening up as the lights return to normal.
The referee rings the opening bell to get the #1 Contender’s match underway!
BlaZe, Death Venom and Damien Sands all eye each other, wondering who will make the first move. BlaZe starts it off by charging at Death Venom, he throws a clothesline which Death Venom is unharmed by. Death Venom grabs BlaZe and begins to pound away, throwing rights until Damien Sands breaks it up by putting Death Venom into a backslide takedown. Venom however, reverses this by lifting Damien Sands into a Samoan drop position. BlaZe finally recovers from the punches laid by Venom, and runs to the ropes, bouncing off and dropkicking Death Venom square in the chest, Venom falls back, but luckily has Sands to break his fall.
As both man are on the mat, a smirk forms across BlaZe’s face, and he quickly scampers to the top rope. As he readies himself to unleash a Burn spear, Death Venom rises to his feet. BlaZe doesn’t properly slingshot himself off, and essentially goes for a diving spear. He is caught by Death Venom, and promptly body slammed onto Damien Sands. As BlaZe rolls off, holding his back in pain, Damien Sands, having absorbed the weight of both of his competitors, grabs his ribs in pain. With the two men in close proximity to one another, Death Venom takes advantage, driving a knee into each man’s chest, as he throws rights and lefts hitting either man.
Deciding this is enough, Death Venom rises to his feet, looks to the crowd, before “cutting his throat” and moving to Damien Sands. As he lifts Sands’ legs, ready to set up a sharpshooter, BlaZe springs to his feet. Just as Death Venom turns to hit him, Damien Sands kicks Venom in the stomach, and BlaZe follows up by hip-tossing Venom to the canvas. As Sands rises to his feet, the two men stomp away at Venom.
BlaZe signals for Sands to go one way, while he’ll go the other. With Venom down in the center of the ring, BlaZe and Sands take off towards opposite ropes, with BlaZe keeping his eyes on Venom down on the mat, Sands looks up at the last second and delivers a devastating clothesline, laying BlaZe out. As he pummels away at BlaZe on the canvas, Venom sits up and raises to his feet. Sands raises to his feet too, as Death Venom attempts to throw a knife-edged chop. Sands sidesteps him and chops back, followed by side stepping Venom again and throwing another chop.
As this happens BlaZe rolls to a corner of the ring, rising to his feet and shaking himself out. Venom and Sands begin to pummel away at each other again, as BlaZe lurks in the corner. Sands gets the better of Venom and floors him, but turns to see BlaZe running towards him, BlaZe spears Sands but hangs on to him and pushes him forward out of the ring. As Sands tumbles to the floor, BlaZe turns to see Venom getting up. He hits the ropes to charge at Venom, but is caught by an uppercut, Venom grabs hold of BlaZe and whips him to the ropes, as BlaZe bounces back off the ropes, Venom catches him with a powerslam-pin combination.
1…
2…
BlaZe kicks out of the match’s first pin, as Sands returns to the ring. Venom turns his sights to Sands, as BlaZe rises to keep an eye on Death Venom. Venom grabs Sands by his hair, throwing him into the corner. BlaZe takes a few breaths as Venom shoulder rams Sands in the corner. Sands finally gets a knee up, straight into the skull of Death Venom, as Venom grabs his head and turns, BlaZe springs onto him with a 360-DDT, dropping Venom on his head. Sands moves out of the corner, helping BlaZe bring Death Venom to his feet. He stands up woozily, and is met by chops from both BlaZe and Sands.
They whip him into the corner, and then follow, taking alternate turns at chopping Venom’s chest. As BlaZe’s turn comes up, he spin-kicks Sands in the temple, knocking him over the ropes. As Sands falls to the outside again, BlaZe kicks Death Venom in the gut, then summons the strength to push him up to sitting on the top of the third turnbuckle. Obviously winded, he doubles over, taking in breath before running at the ropes, setting up some sort of top rope move. However, as he runs at the ropes, Sands pops up, pulling the top rope down, sending BlaZe to the outside. Sands climbs the turnbuckle, attempting to superplex Death Venom, however, failing miserably, he settles for a Belly-To-Belly suplex off the top rope. Bringing Death Venom to his feet, Sands attempts to set up the Sandstorm Plunge, but can’t get Death Venom’s 300 pound frame up off the ground. As Venom gets his footing back, he throws an uppercut, followed by a roundhouse kick, hitting Sands into the corner.
Venom turns to the crowd, again signalling with the cutthroat. BlaZe rises to his feet and quickly scampers up the ropes, setting up a flying bulldog on Sands, as he performs the move however, he throws Sands’ head to the mat, but is somehow caught in midair, again by Death Venom. Venom, still carrying BlaZe, takes a step back, before charging at the turnbuckle and slamming BlaZe’s spine into the corner. He lets go, then props BlaZe higher up, then climbs the ropes, putting BlaZe in position for the Death Drop, he poses, with BlaZe in tow, before finally jumping to perform the move, however in midair BlaZe COUNTERS WITH A BKO!!! His cutter goes toward the ropes, and he drops Venom onto the ropes, but gets the worst of the move, falling from the air to the outside! Venom’s face bounces off the ropes, down to the canvas, as Damien Sands rises to his feet, almost as if he was just lying there on purpose.
With Venom down on the ground, Sands grabs hold of his legs, dragging him to the center of the ring and locking in the WALL OF SAND! Venom screams out in pain, struggling to reach the ropes. He crawls a bit closer, but still screaming, looks like he’s about to tap.
In the nick of time, BlaZe climbs into the ring, running and punt-kicking Sands in the chest. As Sands falls over in pain, BlaZe brings him to his feet, before kicking him again, tucking his head and hooking his arms, ready to pedigree Sands, however he pulls Sands a step over, closer to Venom who is still on the mat, now on his back. BlaZe then lifts Sands a pedigrees him, driving his head into Death Venom’s head! Venom grabs his forehead, which has now been busted open, and rolls out of the ring.
BlaZe lifts Sands back to his feet, and whips him at the ropes, as he hits the ropes and comes back, BlaZe hits him with a drop-toe hold, but as he tries to finish it with a forearm smash, he misses and socks the referee straight in the face!
As the ref is down, BlaZe tries to lift him back to his feet, but the ref is weary, and Sands charges, hitting BlaZe with a spear. The referee slumps into the corner still woozy, as Damien Sands pulls BlaZe towards the other side of the ring. Sands climbs the ropes, LOST FORTUNE! Sands springs to his feet, dragging BlaZe to the center of the ring to set up the Wall of Sand, as Death Venom rises to his feet on the outside. He grabs a chair from under the ring and stalks around the outside of the ring with it. He drops it beside the ring as he rolls in and out, not realizing he cannot be counted out. Picking up the chair again he begins to walk around the ring, leaning on the barricades.
In the ring Sands locks BlaZe in the Wall Of Sand. As the referee drops to see if BlaZe submits, Venom grabs the referees leg to distract him, this distraction causes Sands to break the hold as he looks to the referee, to get him to focus on the match in the ring.
BlaZe kicks Sands off on his next attempt to put BlaZe in the Wall Of Sand. Death Venom begins to make his move toward the ring, just as SENSEI SHREDDER APPEARS OUT OF THE CROWD!!! The referee still focusing on the match in the ring, doesn’t see Shredder spin kick the chair into Death Venom’s face, flooring him again. He jumps back over the barricade and hides back into the crowd, but Damien Sands heard the chair shot and turns to see what happened, the referee too, turns, but BlaZe spins Sands back around and hits a Northern Lights Suplex! BlaZe grabs Damien Sands’ legs and locks in the Wall Of Sand!!! Sands struggles, but fights his way to the ropes, breaking the hold. BlaZe breaks it off, but obviously the damage is done. He moves to Sands’ head and performs a knee-strike to Sands head, Sands’ head drops back to the canvas, as BlaZe yells “Lights Out!”. He lifts Sands to his feet, and sees how groggy he is, throwing him into a corner. BlaZe runs to the other corner, and perches atop the turnbuckle, waiting for Sands.
On the outside, Venom looks to be out cold, with blood running down his face.
Sands begins to stir and push himself out of the corner, as BlaZe pushes into the ropes and slingshots into a spear, drilling Sands to the canvas. Lifting him again, he locks his head between his legs, lifting him into a back-to-back position. The fans cheer, they know what’s coming.
BlaZe lets it go, BLAZE BOMB! He slams Damien Sands’ head to the canvas, pinning him.
1…
2…
3!!!
BlaZe rises to his feet, signalling UFC-style “He’s out!”. He climbs the turnbuckles, signalling to the fans before making his way out of the ring to the top of the ramp. He stops, turns, and holds up a finger, “NUMBER 1 BABY!”.
RESULT: Blaze def. Death Venom & Damien Sands
IN HIDING
Backstage the sVo Champion Psyko Stevo is walking the corridors of the arena with the title belt slung over his shoulder. Stevo looks to be in a confident mood as he looks around, seemingly searching out his tag team partner for the night, Chris Bond. However as the Champion continues to walk, he hears his name being whispered from a half open doorway. Psyko Stevo opens the door to a darkened room and peers in.
Psyko Stevo – “Who the hell is in there?”
Stevo flips the light on, to reveal Jon Page crouching behind a sofa in the centre of the room.
Jon Page – “Quick close the door.”
Psyko Stevo conforms with the request of his old friend and shuts the door behind him. Page looks a mess, like he hasn’t slept in days as he slowly stands to his feet.
Psyko Stevo – “What the hell has happened to you?”
Psyko Stevo takes a few steps closer, as Page sits down on the couch.
Jon Page – “The Goodfellas Casino thing…..”
Psyko Stevo holds a hand up to cut Page off.
Psyko Stevo – “I don’t want to know anything about that. If people come round and start asking questions I don’t want to know. I got a Jemal to look after these days.
Page nods his head.
Jon Page – “Well things have gone wrong, lets just say that. I think that Moretti knows, this might turn bad.”
Psyko Stevo nods his head.
Psyko Stevo – “Well just remember, Bond is taken care of. He shouldn’t bother you, he has much bigger things to think about tonight.”
Jon Page – “Thanks man I appreciate it. Now all I got to do is hide out for the night and I can get things sorted out.”
Psyko Stevo – “Well man, I got a big locker room here tonight all to myself, you know Championship perks and everything, feel free to hide out in there. I will be around and I can make sure that no body else comes looking for you.”
Page nods his head.
Jon Page – “Thanks man, I owe you one.”
Psyko Stevo – “Just make sure nothing happens in the main event that makes me lose my title. If someone else wins this thing its got to be because the deserve it. I don’t want to lose it to some run in or other pathetic stipulation.”
Jon Page – “Consider it done my friend.”
Psyko Stevo checks that the hallways are clear, before sneaking the sVo Co-Owner from the room.
sVo LAS VEGAS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Gunner Lang (c) vs. Joey Peyton
Sound of the drums
Beatin’ in my heart
The thunder of guns!
Tore me apart
You’ve been – Gunner-struck!
The familiar riff of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck fills the arena. As the pyro goes off on the entranceway Gunner Lang explodes onto the entrance ramp shooting off his own pyro from a gun while the sVo Tron shows Gunner and a band playing his entrance music. The fans are on their feet cheering and shout “Gunner” along with the song. Gunner drops the pyro gun and runs down to the ring slapping hands with the fans and giving devil horns. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and proceeds to take off his shirt and bandanna throwing them into the crowd.
“You could never be my envy”
“You could never be my jealousy”
Guitar riffs and solos kick in
The lights in the arena flicker multiple times, and then slowly dim down. The Jumbo Tron goes completely black as a faint blue hue overtakes the arena. In bold red letters, the phrase “Joey Peyton” appears, centered, on the pre-existing black backdrop of the Jumbo Tron. A loud blast of pyro erupts and is instantly followed by the continuing of ‘Gimme A.D.’ by Parkway Drive. The crowd showers the arena with cheers. “Joey Peyton” morphs into “The First Star”, and as if on cue, Joey steps out from behind the entrance curtain and onto the entrance ramp wearing black tights with “Adonis Di” written down his right leg in red lettering. He stands, perfectly centered at the top of the entrance ramp, and stretches his arms outward in a crucifix pose with his fists clenched. After a few seconds, he begins walking down to the ring, in a complete serious mode he ignores any and every fan. When he reaches the ring, he rolls inside, and leaps to his feet. He stands in the middle of the ring, looking out to the crowd. As he raises his arms, bright white pyro erupts on the four corners of the ring, stopping the music, and returning the arena lights to their original hue and brightness.
The bell sounds.
The contest starts out to be a game as Joey Peyton tries to get inside of the head of Gunner Lang who he challenges for the sVo Las Vegas Championship. Both men have had a score to settle for the last little while as Joey is being cornered by Lang. He ducks out of the ring and now begins to walk around the ring. Gunner follows him as the referee takes notice and starts a count.
1……….
Gunner walks behind him now.
2……….
3……….
Joey takes notice of him now.
4……….
He begins to run around the ring now.
5……….
Gunner follows him as he runs right behind him.
6……….
Joey slides in under the bottom rope.
7……….
Gunner Lang comes in right behind him now.
Joey drops an elbow on top of Gunner’s back as that slows the champ down. Peyton stands up and begins to lay down the boots to Gunner. Lang rolls out of the ring though and grabs Peyton’s leg. He tries to pull him down but Joey uses the ropes by grabbing them as he pushes Lang back first into the guard rail. Joey now takes notice of this as Lang is in some sort of trouble.
The referee is making a count as Gunner is on the outside floor.
1……….
Joey grabs the ropes now and looks out to Gunner as he looks to jump over them and dive down on Gunner Lang.
2……….
Except, he is ready for him and catches him in mid air.
3……….
Gunner now runs with Joey’s back first into the steel turnbuckle post.
4……….
And you know that had to hurt!
5……….
The count continues as Gunner picks up Joey’s body.
6……….
He now tosses him back into the ring.
7……….
Gunner Lang rolls back in the ring as Joey Peyton begins to crawl away.
Gunner stalks his prey now as he walks towards him. Joey however boots him in the mid section and then gets to his knees. He throws right hand punches to the champ but Gunner just knee’s him right in the jaw as he falls flat down on his face. Lang gets on top of him now and puts his arm over his face for the pin fall attempt. The referee is quite quick to get down and make the count for him.
1..
2..
Only a two count though as Joey Peyton kicks out.
Gunner Lang stands back up as Joey crawls away into the corner. The Las Vegas Champion follows him now but Joey grabs the ropes and helps himself up. He grabs the ropes and extends his body up as he wraps his legs around Gunner’s think skull. He squeezes tight but it’s not use as Gunner just grabs his body and pulls him out and drops him down on his head with a power bomb!
He now drags his legs out from the corner as he begins to put him into the Sharpshooter submission move. Joey however squirms away and grabs the ropes as Gunner is told to let go. He does just that as he now picks up Joey and whips him into the corner. Peyton however reverses it and sends Gunner into the corner. Gunner comes blasting out from the corner though and nails a short arm clothesline!
Joey is back up though as he is then whipped to the corner. Peyton comes back and ducks a back hand by Gunner. When Gunner and Joey both turn around, Joey runs at him again but this time is lifted high up in the air and down with the gorilla press slam! Joey gets back up though and is in the corner now as Gunner runs in hit’s the Boomerlang splash!
The fans are going crazy at this point as they of course know what is coming up next. Joey Peyton staggers out from the corner in a daze as Gunner pushes him a bit to the side. He gets on top of the second turnbuckle now and jumps off at Joey Peyton’s back side as he hooks his arm around his head and nails a major diving Gunnerstruck bulldog!
He rolls Joey Peyton over and hooks his leg for the cover.
1…
2…
3!!!
Joey Peyton never stood a chance. Gunner Lang was on his ‘A’ game tonight!
RESULT: Gunner Lang def. Joey Peyton
DO THE RIGHT THING…
*The cameras once again take us backstage where we see Psyko Stevo roaming the depths of the arena. Stevo turns a corner and his eyes light up as he finally sees the man he has been looking for, Chris Bond. Stevo approaches Bond and Bond takes up a defensive position.*
Stevo: Hey, relax… just came to talk.
Bond: Make it quick.
*Stevo scratches the back of his head as he has a hard time making eye contact with Chris Bond, his tag partner for the night.*
Stevo: Look Chris, I don’t really know what’s been going on between you and Jon Page these last couple weeks and I’m not going to pretend like I really care.
*Bond appears a bit more relaxed and attentive as Stevo continues to speak.*
Stevo: Fact of the matter is… I don’t give a damn what you behind the scenes. You want to get on Page’s bad side, that’s fine… he can solve his own problems. The reason I came looking for you tonight is simple. I came to deliver a message.
Bond: Oh? And what would that be?
*Bond leans in as a look of intensity creeps onto the face of the Psyko One.*
Stevo: Do the right thing tonight.
Bond: The right thing?
Stevo: I’m not stupid Bond, I know you want this World Title. However, if you back stab me or try to take some kind of short cut, well… so help me God I’ll raise my right and testify to the heavens that I will NOT let you make it out of Sweeden alive.
*Bond and Stevo are both looking each other directly in the eye now, neither backing down an inch.*
Stevo: BUT… if the opportunity arises during the course of the match and I’m somehow knocked out or incapicated and you have the green light to pin Flawless or Best… well, by all means, pin them. I’d much rather see you walk out champ then either of those ass clowns.
*The stare down continues between the two men.*
Stevo: It’s pretty simple… just do the right thing tonight, and everyone goes home happy.
*Stevo takes a step back and Bond breaks the stare down, looking past Stevo and then down at the World Title. Stevo turns his shoulder and covers the title with his free hand and finally Bond speaks.*
Bond: I’ll think about what you said.
*Stevo turns his back to Bond and starts to walk away. With his back turned he utters out the words.*
Stevo: Yea… you think about it real good. I’ll see you later tonight.
*The cameras cut away from the scene as we see Bond staring a hole in the back of the current World Heavyweight Champion.*
THE DICE OF CHAOS
‘Tainted Love’ by PCD hits the sound system and the fans go wild as the sexy Paige steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp! Paige poses for a few seconds for the fans before slowly walking down the entrance ramp, occasionally winking at the camera, before stepping up into the ring and as the referee, timekeeper and announcers all fall over them selves trying to be the one to hold the ring ropes down for her.
Paige confidently walks around the ring as she waits for her theme music to die down, whilst being handed a microphone by the ring announcer. In the middle of the ring is a giant table, flown in straight from the Goodfellas Casino is Las Vegas, Nevada. Paige looks over the table and picks up the dice that sits in the middle, before raising it in the air.
Paige – “Ladies and gentlemen of Sweden….”
A cheap pop from the fans in attendance at the mention of their country.
Paige – “Last week on Showdown, Kerry Millano won the right to come out here tonight in front of all of you and roll these dice for the very first time. What ever numbers the dice of destiny throw up will be Millano’s price for winning that match against Blaze last week.”
The fans cheer, they are anxious to see just what Paige has in store for Millano. After playing a cat and mouse game with Mr Puroresu since he joined the sVo and demanded a sVo Championship shot, will tonight be the night that Millano wins the honour?
Almost right on que, “Blood, Milk and Sky (Miss September Remix)” performed by White Zombie hits the sound system, and the man of the moment steps out onto the top of the entrance rampway. Millano looks around at the crowd before looking at Paige and the gaming in the centre of the ring, before making his way down. Millano looks overly under whelmed with the whole situation as he paces around the ring past the smiling Paige.
Paige – “Nice of you to join us out here, care to get this show on the road?”
Millano grabs a microphone of his own from ringside before looking down at the dice he must roll. Millano stares at Paige for a few seconds, before addressing the sVo general manager.
Kerry Millano – “Before we get this started, just what do I win? I know your game Paige, you have shafted me so many times before, I want to make sure you don’t have the chance to do it again here tonight.”
Paige smiles as she looks across as Mr Puroresu before pointing towards the Violence-Tron. On the screen pops up a graphic of the possibly outcomes of the dice, and the prizes up for grabs.
Paige – “Kerry, you role a one with that dice and you walk away with NOTHING tonight….”
Millano rubs his facial hair as he stares down at the dice, could Paige have fixed it in such a way that he will roll a one? She had toyed with him many times before, was she doing it again?
Paige – “Roll a two with that dice, and you get a Hardcore Championship shot at the next PPV event in London England.”
Kerry Millano nods, a Hardcore title shot didn’t really interested, he thought he was way above challenging for that.
Paige – “You roll a three with that dice Millano, and you walk away with a shot at the Las Vegas Championship belt.”
Millano was once again under whelmed by the prize.
Paige – “Roll a lucky number four Kerry, and earn your self a International Championship shot!”
That was slightly more interesting scenario, a showdown for the International Championship was a prestigious event for anyone.
Paige – “Roll a five with that dice, you get what you always wanted Kerry, a sVo Championship shot!”
Millano licked his lips at the prospect, this was more like it.
Paige – “Roll a six, and walk off with a mysterious mystery prize!”
Millano shook his head.
Kerry Millano – “Mystery prize, what the hell is that?”
Paige – “Roll a six and find out.”
Paige winked at Millano, she wasn’t about to reveal her mystery prize unless Millano got the six. Millano looked in a distrusting manor at Paige, before stepping up to the gaming table, the roll of the dice was about to decide what he would get.
Millano rolled the dice around his closed fist for a few seconds, before tossing it down on the table. The dice bounced off of the sides a few times, before finally resting with the six face up.
Paige – “Looks like you won the mystery prize!”
Kerry Millano shook his head, was he about to get screwed by Paige again?
Paige – “You don’t seem to happy Kerry….”
Kerry Millano – “I got a bad feeling about this…. You know, based on previous experience with you.”
Paige winked at Kerry again.
Paige – “Well I wouldn’t be so miserable if I was you, you just got the chance of a life time. Now you may have noticed over the past month, things have been getting out of control here in the sVo. We got Night and Isaac White running around causing all kinds of chaos, we got Kelly Flawless and Mike Best…….”
Paige paused for a few seconds as she thought about the situation with Chris Bond’s mother.
Paige – “…. Well yeah. We got Flawless and Best. We even got secret agents running about investigating our owners. That when I thought, we need a singular event that is going to bring this all together, something that is going to settle all these problems once and for all. That’s where you come in Captain Kerry….”
Millano paused for a few seconds, what did Paige just call him?
Kerry Millano – “Captain Kerry?”
Paige smiled, she was about to drop the mother of all bombs.
Paige – “That’s right. In London on the 25th of May, you will lead your own hand picked team of five other wrestlers into battle with the sVo Champion and his team of five competitors…. In the first ever sVo Organised Chaos match.”
Millano looked intrigued. Some of the fans jumped up from their feet, obviously aware of the two Organised Chaos matches that had taken part in a now dead wrestling federation.
Paige – “One giant steel cage, two levels, weapons, you name it, and it’s all in there! The most brutal score settler in the world of wrestling! A competitor from each team entering every ten minutes, and a match that doesn’t end until one team is all eliminated! Ohhhh Yesss!”
Paige looked at Millano with fire in her eyes. Organised Chaos was going down in London, and Millano had the chance to handpick his team. Would he ever have a better opportunity to take down the sVo Champion?
sVo HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Alister Diablo vs. Sensei Shredder
“Inside The Fire” by Disturbed begins to play and Alister Diablo comes out onto the stage. He raises his arms up in an X and red pyro in the shape of an X goes off behind him. He then heads down to the ring and takes of the black shades he is wearing. He tosses them into the crowd. He walks up the steps and gets in the ring. He gets on the turnbuckle post and makes the X with his arms again.
Operation Ground and Pound begins playing as the lights in the arena go off. A white fog lifts from the stage and bright white lights are flashing all around as the music builds. A vague figure within the fog begins to rise from the stage when the drum beats are cued. When the music slows everything goes black again. Once the fast drus beats finish and the breakdown starts, the whole arena bursts into light and the wrestler begins moving down the ramp, giving the fans his love. Once he reaches the ring, he jumps around in excitement, going to each turnbuckle raising both his fists in the air for the crowd. His music fades away as he faces off with Diablo in the ring.
The referee signals for the bell to begin the match. Diablo and Shredder, eyes locked, circle around the ring, waiting for the opponent to make the first move. Diablo fakes a lunge in Shredder’s direction, Shredder doesn’t flinch, or even back down. They continue to circle, until finally Sensei Shredder charges forward and hits Diablo with a big hurricanrana to start the match. Shredder tries to drag Diablo to his feet to continue his attack, but is instead met with a punch to the stomach, followed by another punch to the stomach, until Diablo is back on his feet, whipping Shredder into the corner. Charging into the corner, he meets Shredder with a knee to the gut, winding him and dropping him to the ground. With Shredder on the ground, Diablo climbs to the outside of the ring, retrieving a chair. He quickly returns to the ring, and stomps away at Shredder, who is still down from the vicious knee strike. Raising the chair to slam down on Shredder, Diablo pulls back, only to be met by a stiff kick-up by Sensei Shredder, pushing the chair back into the face of Alister Diablo. The chair shot reversal landed a huge hit on Diablo, and Shredder goes upstairs to try to capitalize on the situation. Climbing the ropes, he flips a moonsault, hitting Diablo square, and making the cover.
1…
2..
A kickout by Diablo on the match’s first pinfall attempt. Shredder drags Diablo to his feet, quickly whipping him into the corner. Shredder steps in front of him and begins to deliver a flurry of punches to Diablo’s midsection. As the referee counts him to nine, he finishes it by high-kicking Diablo in the temple, knocking him to the ground. Shredder backs off into the corner, waiting for Diablo to rise to his feet. It looks as though he is preparing to deliver the “Cutter.”
Diablo rises to his feet, just as Shredder begins out of the corner, going for his finisher, the Cutter, however, Diablo has the awareness to sidestep and reverse it by throwing a Wildfire! With Shredder stunned, Diablo makes his move to the outside, retrieving a table. He slides it back into the ring, and sets it up. He lifts Shredder to his feet, and floors him again, this time with a brainbuster. Jumping to the outside again, Diablo returns, this time wielding a chair. He lifts Shredder and rolls him onto the table. Then looks to the fans, as if something big is coming.
Sure enough, Diablo climbs the ropes, chair in hand, and perches on the turnbuckle, placing the chair behind him. He leaps, seated on the chair as he drives Shredder through the table with a flying leg-drop type manoeuvre. Diablo jumps to his feet, pumped, and ready to end the match. Carrying Shredder back to ropes, he climbs up, setting up for The Sin. With Sensei Shredder set up, he jumps but midway through his way, BlaZe emerges, sprinting up the ring apron! As he mounts the ropes quickly, Diablo rises to his feet, but its too late, and BlaZe slingshots, BURN!
He lays Diablo out, right beside Shredder, before sliding to the outside of the ring and watching. The referee begins to argue with BlaZe, however, with it being a Hardcore match, there is no way to penalize Shredder for BlaZe’s run in.
The referee turns back to the competitors, who are both still laid out in the ring, unable to begin his count, because of it being a hardcore match, he is forced to wait for the competitors to continue. Shredder is the first to his feet, pulling Diablo up, and then putting him back down with a snapmare take down. Climbing the ropes he leaps, hitting a flying legdrop, slamming into Diablo’s gut before rolling off and beginning to throw strikes at Diablo, who looks unable to defend himself. Shredder hammers away, until finally, Diablo pulls himself to block a punch, and punch back. He knocks Shredder back a bit, giving him a chance to get off of his back. The fist fight continues as they throw punches back and forth, until finally Diablo misses and gets whipped to the ropes by Shredder, however, on the bounce back stops, kicks, and Suicidal Flips! Shredder doesn’t know what hit him, as Diablo makes the cover.
1…
2…
3.NO!
Shredder just gets his shoulder up, but is shocked more than anything that Diablo had a Suicidal Flip in him after the beating he was taking. With both men hurt and exhausted, they continue to battle for the #1 Contendership, Diablo begins to throw punches and kicks, but he is matched shot for shot by Shredder, until Shredder takes complete control, throwing a bevy of kicks at Diablo as well. He finishes the sequence with an Enziguri, before sliding to the outside of the ring. Reaching under the ring, he comes back out with a trash can. He looks to BlaZe, who is still standing ringside, nods, and slides back into the ring.
Alister Diablo rises to his feet as Shredder returns to the ring, as Diablo charges towards Shredder, aiming a dropkick, Shredder side steps. With Diablo landing on his feet close to the ropes, Shredder smack him with the trash can leaving a huge dent in the side of it, but also knocking Diablo into the corner. Shredder slams the can down over Diablo’s head, sharp indent and all. He attacks, kicking at the can over Diablo’s head, putting new dents in and obviously striking Diablo hard through the can. Finally, Shredder backs up, lines him up, and…CUTTER!
Diablo falls back, caught by the corner, but unable to stand on his own two feet. Shredder exits the ring, standing on the apron behind Diablo’s corner. He waits there as Diablo begins to stir, and as Diablo finally gains some footing, he removes the trash can from his head, exposing a bloodied mask over his face, he turns, only to be caught by Shredder to springing off the ropes, and hitting a facebuster on Diablo, and then locking him into the KIMURA! Diablo tries to fight, but it is way too much for him to take, and he taps out.
Shredder jumps to his feet, arms in the air, as BlaZe enters the ring, shaking his hand, and raising Shredder’s arm.
Shredder points to the Dragon symbol on BlaZe’s shorts, and then to his own tattoo, finally pointing to BlaZe’s shirt, which reads “Double Dragon”. They celebrate, and walk to the back.
RESULT: Sensei Shredder def. Alister Diablo
THE PROPHECY Pt.II – THE FUTUREKIND
In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
The future earth is a ravaged wasteland, inhabited by the future-kind, just waiting for a hero to emerge from the darkness. The humans were warned of their impending fate, but they chose to ignore their destiny.
The End is Coming
No One Will Be Saved
The cult will purge the souls of the corrupt
All hail the new era
Now they wait for a hero.
A hero that can change history.
That hero will start his journey on the earth date 25-Aprilis
A human will travel forward in time to the earth year 2008. In Scandinavia the four parts of A Fecal Voodoos Slings will join in matrimony to provide a warrior to wage war on the crown. This warrior will rise to claim the throne, and the keepers of time will use the prize to save humanity from destruction.
DIGNITY AND HONOR
[We are mere moments away from the Triple Threat Match for the sVo Hardcore Title as the champion, Peter Gilmour defends his title against the #1 contender Joseph Equinox and Lou Lyons.]
[We open inside of Peter Gilmour’s locker room we see Peter sitting down with his back to the camera. He seems to be looking at something but the camera cannot pick it up. A knock is heard on the door.]
Peter: Enter!
[In comes sVo lead announcer Candi Cross. Candi is in a sexy light blue dress with a nice slit on the side showing off her sexy long legs. She stands in back of Peter and begins to ask him some questions.]
Candi: Peter, tonight you defend your title against Joseph Equinox and Lou Lyons. Now both men have said some strong words about you. As you prepare for your match, do you have any regrets about the words that you said to them?
[Peter laughs a little.]
Peter: Regrets? No, I don’t have any regrets. The only thing I am going to regret is not ending Lou or Joseph’s career. Tonight, the new era of Peter Gilmour begins. I am going to make Joseph and Lou realize that I am the king of the hardcore division. I am going to make them bleed and break every bone in their bodies and put them out of action for months. I am tired of being pushed around. It’s time for this “runt” to start pushing people around and fighting back. And tonight, I will do just that. I am going to take those two losers and give them the most XTREME beating that they ever had. Worse than when their parents beat them as a kid.
[Candi’s eyes grow big after that comment.]
Candi: Wow, ok. So what do you think about the rumors of Joseph Equinox going to Night for advice on the match tonight?
[Peter starts to laugh.]
Peter: That moron is actually going to ask that clueless fuck for advice? Night isn’t going to even talk to Joseph. He’s off in his dream world, thinking of how to topple the white knight or whoever he thinks Isaac White is. Joseph needs to get with the program. He has no friends and tonight, he will have noone to help him after I send him to the hospital along with that piece of shit Lou Lyons. I am going to retain my title and show these idiot Swedes that Peter Gilmour IS the Xtreme Icon and the future World Champion.
[Candi stands up thinking that she has finished the interview. However, she catches a glimpse of Peter’s mask on the bench in front of him as he looks at it intently.]
Candi: Peter, why is your mask on the bench? Aren’t you going to put it on for your match tonight?
Peter: Nope.
Candi: Ok, but why?
[Peter stands up to face Candi. He then flicks his hair back and we see a dark black line covering his scar on his left eye.]
Peter: Because I think it’s time to move on from the freak that I was when I came to sVo and its time to go in a new direction. It’s time to get my dignity and honor back to the sport of wrestling. And I am the man who will do that. Tonight, I start a new chapter in my life and it starts by defending and retaining my title against Neo and Lou Lyons. I will sacrifice my entire career to hold on to this belt. And i guarantee you, that I will be walking out of VENDETTA still the sVo Hardcore Champion.
[Peter looks at Candi then puts his eyes in back of his head as we get a close up look of the scar. We fade back to ringside.]
sVo HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Peter Gilmour (c) vs. Lou Lyons vs. Joseph Equinox
The lights go out in the arena and the beginning chords of Lamb of God’s WALK WITH ME IN HELL begin to play. The lights then turn red and Max Masterson begins to make his way out to the ramp. He is dressed in a red suit and holding a singapore cane. He looks over the crowd and begins to laugh. Soon after, Peter Gilmour comes out in a dark red cloak with no hood and the words “Xtreme” on the back. Peter meets Max and both of them throw up an “X” as fire emits in the same fashion behind them. The duo goes to the ring, ignoring the fans comments towards them. Max gets into the ring first and Peter follows behind him. Peter goes into the middle of the ring stretches out his arms and rolls his eyes in back of his head ala the Undertaker, as the lights come back on. Max takes off Peter’s cloak and Peter looks at the ramp intently, waiting on his next opponent.
“Open Your Eyes” By Guano Apes begins to play. Smoke begins to fill the area and the lights dim to near darkness. A beam of bright white light shines from the stage. As the light begins to dim, Joseph Equinox can be seen standing at the top of the stage with smoke floating all around him. Equinox moves to the top of the ramp and stops before he flails his arms out to the side of him and a pyro lightning bolt flies down and strikes him. The spotlights loom over where Equinox was standing but he is no longer there. All of a sudden 4 more lighting bolts crash down on each corner of the ring and the arena lights change to a dark blue. And there standing in the ring is Equinox with smoke now floating around the ring. Joseph Equinox then looks up the ramp and takes off his shades as he awaits his opponent.
“I dare you to step into the Lyons Den!”
“Fortunate Son” by CCR begins to play over the loudspeakers.
# It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
# It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no.
Lou Lyons steps out onto the entrance ramp. The fans send a cheerful welcome to the innovative submissionist. As the fans continue to go wild, a spotlight shines down upon Lyons, and flashing maroon lights and pyrotechnics follow. He raises his right arm, rolls his neck, nods to the fans, and then walks slowly to the ring. Lyons finally jumps up upon the ring apron and over the ropes. He walks to his corner, rolls his neck again, and then paces around the ring, waiting to land his first strike.
# It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
# It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no.
All three men stare at the prize at stake as the referee holds Peter Gilmour’s sVo Hardcore Championship belt in the air to signal that it will be on the line in tonight’s triple threat match up! The referee passes the belt to the outside of the ring, before calling for the bell to be rung and this one to get underway!
The Champion Gilmour quickly makes his way over to Equinox and lays into his opponent with some right hands. Gilmour is quickly joined by Lou Lyons who helps to take Equinox down to the mat, before taking Gilmour down with a reverse DDT. Lou Lyons taunts Peter Gilmour to rise to his feet, however as he does Equinox runs at him from behind and knocks him to the mat with a clothesline to the back of the head. With both opponents down, Equinox rolls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring in search of weapons, however he is soon followed by first Peter Gilmour and then Lou Lyons.
Gilmour grabs Equinox from behind and slams him face first into the security barrier, as Lou Lyons makes his way over to the announcers table. Lou Lyons pulls out a video monitor from the announcers table, before slamming the expensive piece of equipment into the side of Gilmour’s head! Gilmour drops to his knees before Lou Lyons kicks him down to the floor. Lyons drops the TV monitor, before he makes his way over to Equinox who is struggling up to his feet. Lyons attempts to hook Equinox up for a suplex on the outside of the ring, however Equinox manages to counter by throwing Lou Lyons into the ring steps! Lyons bounces off of the steel ring steps knee first, before falling to his feet in pain. As Lyons holds his knee on the floor, Peter Gilmour rises to his feet and meets Joseph Equinox with a flurry of right hands. Equinox looks to be on the back foot, and Gilmour takes advantage by grabbing a steel chair from a fan before smashing it over the head of his opponent.
Equinox staggers backwards, before Gilmour repeats the move and slams the chair into the side of Equinox’s head, causing him to fall to the floor. The fans cheer the hardcore action as Gilmour makes his way over to Lou Lyons, and slams the chair into his knee a few times. Lou Lyons looks to be in pain as Peter Gilmour grabs him up to his feet before pulling him round to the announcers table! Peter Gilmour sets Lou Lyons up for a suplex onto the announcers table, however as he tries to hit the move Lou Lyons counters with a suplex of his own onto Peter Gilmour onto the hard floor!
Gilmour looks in pain as Lou Lyons taunts the Hardcore Champion before dropping to make a cover on the outside of the ring.
1..
2..
No!
Equinox dives across to make the save! Lou Lyons rises to his feet and stares at Equinox, who has just cost him the chance to win the Hardcore title belt with a pin over the champion, and quickly hits some big right hands on his opponent. Lyons continues with the punches, as he backs Equinox up around the ring before dropping him on the entrance ramp! Lyons kicks away on Equinox as his opponent tries to make his way up the entrance ramp to avoid the offence! Both men reach the top of the entrance ramp, before out of no where the sVo Hardcore Champion Peter Gilmour sprints up the rampway and takes both men down with a clothesline! Lyons and Equinox look in pain on the top of the rampway, before Gilmour pulls Lyons to his feet. Gilmour slams Lyons head into the special Vendetta Violence-Tron, before both men disappear through the curtain to the backstage area!
Equinox quickly follows Gilmour and Lyons through the curtain as Gilmour hammers away on Lyons with right hands to the astonishment of the watching backstage staff! Gilmour, Lyons and Equinox continue forward until they enter the corridors of the arena, where Equinox grabs hold of Gilmour by the back of the head and slams him face first into the wall! Gilmour drops to the floor, but Lyons grabs Equinox around the waist and hits him with a German suplex on the floor. Gilmour slowly makes his way up to his feet, but Lou Lyons grabs him by the arm, and throws him towards the nearest door! Gilmour smashes right through the door and into the empty office of Jon Page!
Lou Lyons follows Gilmour into the office of the sVo owner, and grabs a picture from the wall before smashing it over the head of the sVo Hardcore Champion! Gilmour drops to the floor, but as he does Equinox charges into the room and spears Lou Lyons into the wall! Equinox hammers away on Lou Lyons on the floor of Jon Page’s office, before rising to his feet! Equinox makes his way over to the plasma TV hanging from the wall and pulls it down, before smashing it over the head of Lou Lyons! Glasses shatters everywhere on the floor before Equinox is grabbed from behind by Peter Gilmour! Gilmour throws Equinox onto the desk of Jon Page, before climbing on himself! Gilmour kicks the paper and other items off of the desk, before setting up Equinox for a suplex! It looks like Gilmour wants to retain his title with a suplex on his challenger through the desk of his boss! Gilmour tries to pull Equinox up for the suplex, but Equinox blocks it! Gilmour looks fustrated as he tries once again for the suplex, only for Equinox to block the move once again! Equinox quickly knees Gilmour in the stomach before out of no where, nailing the Champion with the ‘Digital Code’!
The fans pop as Equinox sends Gilmour smashing through Jon Page’s desk, leaving both men laying in the broken wooden wreckage! Gilmour looks completely out of it as Equinox struggles across to lay a hand over the body of the Hardcore Champion and the referee drops to count.
1..
2..
3!!!
This one is all over, and after a brutal battle Joseph Equinox is the new sVo Hardcore Champion! All three men look like they have had the battle of their lives, as they lay motionless on the floor of Jon Page’s office!
RESULT: Joseph Equinox def. Peter Gilmour & Lou Lyons
OLD SCHOOL FEELING
Standing backstage with a microphone in hand in between both Cody Williams and Howie Banks is none other than Martial Artist Michael Diaz who will be the special guest referee in their no disqualification career match.
Diaz: “Alright guys, it’s just a few minutes away. You two men will do battle inside of a wrestling ring possibly for the very last time. That is unless Howie Banks wins here tonight.”
He pauses.
Diaz: “I’ll start with you Cody Williams, what do you have to say before tonight’s contest?”
He puts the mic up to Cody’s mouth as he listens to the fans boo him from ringside.
Williams: “Tonight is the night I finally get rid of Howie Banks. You will no longer stand in my way and the Reflection of Perfection is going to end your career!”
He smirks and laughs as Michael Diaz now takes the microphone back.
Diaz: “Okay and Howie Banks, what do you have to say to that?”
He puts the microphone in front of Howie now who begins to speak aloud.
Banks: “This could very well be my last night here in the wrestling business, but if it isn’t and I beat you here tonight Cody Williams, well then everyone will know who the true better wrestler is.”
Howie just stands there as all three men get set to make it out to the ring for the match up to take place.
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE MATCH
SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE – MICHAEL DIAZ
Howie Banks vs. Cody Williams
“Fight To Survive” By Stanbush hit’s the sVo pa system. The beats in the beginning of the song reveal who is coming out as the fans get on their feet and begin to chant his name and cheer aloud. Michael Diaz is surrounded by trainers as he comes walking out from the backstage area and towards the wrestling ring. The fans all extend their arms trying to touch him and get as close as possible just to have any type of moment with him. Diaz gets into the ring as he stands in the middle of the ring. He closes his hands together and closes his eyes for a few seconds until he starts to throw punches and kicks getting ready for the match he has to be a special guest referee in.
The sound of a THX Dolby Digital Surround Sound test fills the arena, synched to the slow dimming of the house lights. “Head Like A Hole” (Clay Remix) by Nine Inch Nails plays on the speakers. Gold lights and lasers wander throughout the arena as smoke and the flashing of a strobe light covers the entrance way.
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
The smoke gets heavier as it settles in a foggy haze as Cody Williams makes his way through the curtain. He looks out into the crowd and turns sideways, extending his arms out to his sides. The smoke begins to clear as Cody peers behind him to see Sasha emerge from the curtain and the two make their way to the ring.
The two make their way onto the apron: Sasha slowly entering the ring, bending over and showing off her assets. Cody stares and makes motion of his heart beating fast. He slaps her on the ass and steps into the ring. He rushes to the nearest corner and raises his arms up in the air, staring into the crowd. He opens up his fur coat, exposing the sVo International championship. He caresses the belt, pounds his chest three times, and then points out to crowd and then points to himself. He jumps off the turnbuckle, doing a 180 turn and starts bouncing around while Sasha takes off his coat.
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 more at the top
all invisible set, in little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
If I could call out a price, let’s say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold
I’m changin’ grillz everyday, like Jay change clothes
“Grillz” By Nelly hit’s the sound system system. Howie Banks comes out wearing his normal ring gear with a robe around him that’s a golden yellow colour. It also has white jewels on it. He makes his way down to the ring as the fans try to touch him but he walks a straight line down as he gets to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and onto the ring apron as he then gets into the ring as the fans have a mixed reaction.
The bell sounds.
The match starts out with both men standing in a corner diagonally across from one another. Special guest referee Michael Diaz is in the middle of them as he asks both men to come to the middle of the ring. Both men are standing almost face to face as Michael Diaz has his arm extended out. He then takes his arm back and tells them to get the match started. Both Cody and Howie just stare at each other back and forth for a little while, deciding to say some ignorant words. Cody then quickly slaps Howie in the face.
Banks is none too pleased about this as he grabs the side of his face. He shakes it off though and then takes a few steps back. He then proceeds to run at Cody Williams and tackle him down to the ring mat. The fans are going nuts already as Michael Diaz tries to separate the two men from each other as they are rolling around the ring throwing fists back and forth looking to kill one another. Michael finally separates the two as they both are on their knees and in different corners.
Both men waste no time coming at one another as they both run at each other. They both stop though and tie up. Cody grabs the head of Howie Banks and yanks on it as he tightens the grip, using the strength in his arms. Williams now is about to take him down to the ring mat but instead we see Howie reverse the hold and slip behind his back as he grabs a hold of his arm first.
Cody is by the turnbuckle so he kicks his feet off of the pad as he flips up and over and now brings Howie down to the mat with an armbar take down. Williams holds in the submission maneuver as special guest referee Michael Diaz comes on over to check out how things are going. Howie doesn’t seem to want to give up as Cody is trying to get him too saying comments towards him about certain different subjects.
The fans are booing as they begin to chant and cheer for “Hollywood”. Banks begins to gain momentum from it and starts to move around. He finally gets up to his knees at least as Cody looks to punch him in the face but Howie ducks it, grabs a hold of Cody from behind and then goes for a suplex. Unfortunately, Cody reverses it and elbows him in the face. Cody now runs to the ropes as Howie runs at him. Both men go for clotheslines and connect with each other.
The referee begins to make a count as both men just lay there in the center of the ring.
1……….
2……….
3……….
Still no signs of moving.
4……….
5……….
Finally, Howie drags himself up to his knees.
6……….
7……….
Cody does the same.
8……….
9……….
Both men are back up to their feet at the last minute!
The two competitors drag themselves toward each other once again and begin sharing blows back and forth. The crowd gets caught up in the excitement, a cheer for each hit from both superstars, no real side being taken. The buzz in the audience gives both Cody and Howie a burst of energy. The punches become more and more frequent until Cody Williams catches Howie Banks off guard with a knee to the abdomen. Howie folds over himself, the wind knocked out of him. Cody takes advantage of the situation and tosses Banks to the ropes in an Irish whip. Upon return from the ropes, Cody catches Howie in a running bulldog. Howie hits the mat head first. Cody sits for a moment to catch his breath and Howie gets away, rolling out to ringside holding his face.
Special guest referee Michael Diaz runs over and steps onto the first rope. He suspends himself on it, pointing down at the recovering Howie Banks. He hollers for him to get back into the ring but Howie resists. After a moment of argument between the two, Diaz slides out of the ring and approaches Howie. Diaz gets into Banks’ face but suddenly seems to calm down. He raises his hands into the air in submission, gaining the trust of Banks for just long enough to slam his head into the canvas in front of him! He rolls Howie into the ring and at this point, Cody Williams has made his way back to his feet. He begins stomping on ribs of the already down Howie Banks!
Williams then crosses over to Banks’ head where he applies a modified sleeper, hoping to make him pass out. Banks struggles, actually managing to make his way over to the ropes. However, Michael Diaz says absolutely nothing to Cody, ignoring the obvious rope break. Soon enough, Banks starts to fade away consciously.
Diaz kicks Howie’s foot off of the bottom rope and lifts his arm into the air for a forced tapout.
1!
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2!
…
Howie kicks back into gear just in time, his arm stopping halfway down for the three count submission! He clenches his fist and begins shaking it furiously. In the adrenaline rush, Howie builds up enough strength to turn the sleeper over on Cody. He rolls away from Williams as fast as possible once out, enabling himself for a fast recovery. He gets steady on his feet and lunges towards the shaken Cody Williams.
The two grapple up and still in his burst of energy, Banks pulls Cody Williams down into a swinging neck-breaker! Cody hits the ground and Banks takes a moment to pump up the crowd. At this point, the audience is cheering for the original favorite, Howie Banks, despite Williams’ surprisingly fair strategy of the night.
BANKS! BANKS! BANKS! BANKS!
Cody pulls himself up against the ropes as Banks’ basks in his glory for a moment. He makes his way back to his feet and catches Banks with a forearm smash. Diaz spots yet another moment of weakness for Howie Banks and slides out of the ring. He fetches a chair from underneath the ring after a second of fishing underneath the curtain. He tosses it into the ring and follows it, climbing back under the ropes and taking the chair once again. Michael Diaz takes the chair and lodges it into the throat of Howie Banks, choking him. He jabs it further into the neck with a pulsing force.
Soon enough, all of the excitement freezes and everyone’s attention is drawn to the entranceway because “I’m Back” by Dope suddenly blasts through the PA system like a gunshot. From the curtain emerges a pair of thick, African-American towers. The two gigantic black men wear coordinated black t-shirts that read simply “Clyde” on one and “Joaquin” on the other. They crack their knuckles and walk on down to the ring, taking their sweet time.
Michael Diaz lets Banks out from under the chair, realizing that the men have probably come out to beat the living hell out of him. As the men get into the ring, to Diaz’s surprise, they pass right by and walk over to Cody Williams, who is standing frozen. They look him in the eyes, standing directly in front of him, so tall that he can barely be seen. In the blink of an eye, Cody Williams is taken out with double big boots to the face. He hits the ground hard, but is soon to be picked up and dragged over to the corner.
The two giant men take turns chopping him across the chest, almost making a game out of who can leave the most saturated red mark on his oily skin. Meanwhile, chaos begins again among Diaz and Banks, as they have their own business to settle.
With Banks and Diaz going back and forth with strikes, seeing as Banks has had a chance to get a hold of himself and the two men, Joaquin and Clyde, beating on Cody Williams, the action only gets more confusing as from the curtain emerges another figure.
As the man reveals himself to the arena lights, his t-shirt reading “10/10” becomes visible. Wearing black with white-striped wind pants and shiny Nike gym shoes, he creeps out a little more and more, but very slowly. Finally we see a brace around his neck, silky smooth brown hair resting on the back of it. He takes off a pair of sparkling black Gucci sunglasses and can clearly be identified as none other than former International Champion Alex Ross. He struts himself down the isle and to the ring, where he helps himself up the stairs and under the ropes. His neck looks stiff, broken two months ago by Cody Williams in the match which Williams would take the International Championship. He steps on over to the corner where Cody is being chopped and snaps his finger.
Upon the snapping, the two men take Cody from the corner and hold him by the two arms. Alex Ross looks Williams dead in the eye and backhands him across the face. He smiles and looks around for a reaction. The crowd is completely confused as to how they should feel about what is going on, but in respect to Cody’s honorable fight thus far, they begin booing the not-so-missed Alex Ross. He sneers at the fans and goes back to Cody, grabbing him by the jaw. He holds Cody’s head up for a second before connecting yet another backhanded slap to his face. Cody falls to his knees, still being held by the two black bald monsters.
Alex Ross fetches a microphone and raises it to his mouth. He hops back over to his position in front of Cody and glares him in the eye once again. Meanwhile, Banks and Diaz continue their bout, taking it outside of the ring, leaving Alex Ross to speak.
Alex Ross: “Cody Williams… Do you remember me? Do you remember how just two months back, you faced me for the International Title? Do you remember how you won it from me? … Oh, and how you lost that title to some cum-catching newcomer? I’ll tell you what Cody, you’re the reason that new guys feel so overly self-righteous coming into the business. You go ahead and blow your career, letting a nobody into the title history. I’m embarrassed for you, Cody. You see, Cody, I am the only one who will ever take the SVO by storm the way that I did. I am the only one who will truly make an impact on the business so quickly as I did when I debuted here in the SVO. Cody Williams, you disabled me from continued success here and for that, I get my revenge.
When you landed that piledriver, Cody, I think there was more than just competition running through your veins, I think there was just a tad bit of jealousy, so much envy in you that you just exploded… Landing already one of the most dangerous moves in the business, but adding your own personal touch of hate into it. Cody, that is what you are going to pay for tonight. You see, I’m still in too rough a condition to really be playing around with you guys at the moment, it’s only been a couple of months of recovery so far, I am lucky to be walking… But these boys here, they will be sure to make you go through every single little detail of pain that you put me through, got it? They will break you in half, my friend, and I can start or stop it with the snap of a finger. That is power… The power … Of revenge.”
Alex Ross lowers the microphone and snorts a bit from his throat. He smirks, rubs his nose, then spits in the face of Cody Williams. At this point the boos have developed into a rage from the audience and Ross feeds off of it. He snaps his fingers and Joaquin and Clyde lift the humiliated Williams into the air. They count to three and launch him over the ropes and onto the floor at ringside.
With both fights now outside of the ring, action goes from Banks and Diaz, back to Cody and the giants, back to Diaz and Banks, and so on, big hit after big hit. Diaz and Banks are still on par with eachother, strike after strike, neither one being able to get the upper hand. Finally Howie Banks catches Diaz with an elbow to the side of the head and is able to take control of his bout. He runs Diaz into the barrier and chokes him down with his boot.
On the other side of the ring, Cody Williams remains limp, being massacred by Joaquin and Clyde. The two men pummel him with fists, eventually leaving Williams laying helplessly on the floor, a bloodied mess. He gets picked up by Joaquin and rolled into the ring. Clyde meets them in the center of the squared-circle, lifting Williams up and dropping him in a massive power bomb onto his neck. Cody takes only shallow breaths, his arms out wide, his legs too. He shows very few signs of life at this point.
Alex Ross watches all of this go on from a corner in the ring still, trying to take in the justice that he is currently feeling. He takes a look down outside of the ring to Diaz and Banks, Banks with the upper hand still. He snaps his fingers again and the two works of human machinery slide out of the ring and work towards them. Clyde grabs Howie Banks from behind, still beating Michael Diaz into the barrier. He lifts him off of the now hurt special guest referee and Banks struggles. Through all of his wiggling to escape the hold of the one labeled Clyde, he comes to the realization that he can not get out. He settles down and Clyde sets him back onto his feet, directing him into the ring where Cody Williams still lies lifeless. Joaquin does his own job, picking Michael Diaz up and tossing him over his shoulder like a corpse. He sets him down under the ropes and rolls him over into the ring.
Howie walks around for a second, contemplating whether he should pin Cody Williams or not, but Clyde puts the pressure on him to go for the cover. He does, but no response is made by referee Michael Diaz. Joaquin reacts by lifting Diaz’s loose right arm and dropping it.
1!!!!!!!!!!!!
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2!!!!!!!!!!!!
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3!!!!!!!!!!!
Clyde points over to the bell ringer and almost growls. The bell does in fact ring and “Grillz” by Nelly hits the PA not soon after. Howie Banks rolls off of Cody Williams and gets to his feet. Seeming somewhat unsatisfied with his victory, he stands in the middle of the ring looking at Alex Ross then looking over at the two large bodyguards. He makes it a point to get out of the ring. Once he is out of the ring, he lifts one arm unenthusiastically in victory. On his way up the isle, he looks back at Alex Ross, still almost pissed off at the forced win, but continues on to go backstage.
Meanwhile in the ring, Alex Ross just looks down at the bloodied Cody Williams, beaten with only the bare hands of two over sized goons. He takes a moment to really let his revenge soak in, then climbs out of the ring via the ring-steps. The two men follow, all three of them leaving still to Howie Banks’ music. Paramedics pass by them in the isle with a stretcher and rush to the ring to attend to Cody Williams. They get him strapped up once the former International Champion and his goons have left and carry him backstage, wasting no time to get him medical attention.
RESULT: Howie Banks def. Cody Williams
EASY ALLIANCE
The camera cuts to the locker room of Mike Best and Kelly Flawless, where the not so dynamic duo sits watching the rest of the show from a monitor on a small television stand.
For once, the couch they sit on is not leather. In fact, none of the furniture is. It’s a considerable downgrade from the locker room’s that Best had recieved in the past. He looks mildly irritated as he watches another lackluster match on the smallish television screen.
Best: I guess they take better care of you around here when you’re carrying the strap, huh?
KFlaw snickers, looking around at the modest amenities.
Flawless: You ain’t kiddin. Where the shit are we wrestling tonight, anyway? I can’t read shit in this town, it’s all full of vowels with circles over top of them and shit.
Best: The Råsunda Stadion. Gotta love main eventing at a place who’s name you can’t even pronounce. Look at this, this locker room is garbage. But it won’t matter after tonight. We’re bringing the title back into our court, and by next week it’ll be back to limousines, champagne, and big breasted bimbos all on Jimmy Moretti’s dime.
Flawless: Back into our court. I like the sound of that.
Best: Listen, about that shit back at the hotel… I didn’t mean to make it sound like I thought you were going to…
Flawless: Forget it, man. You spent the better part of your time here with a bullseye on your head. Shit happens. We’re gonna go out there tonight and bring the title home, and that’s all that counts, no matter who gets the pinfall.
Best: Yeah…
He stares off, his mind in another place, as the camera cuts back to the ring.
SWEET DREAMS
The cameras in the arena sweep out over the audience, showing the rabid fans of sVo, hungry for more action! Lights of every colour wash over the crowd members from high up in the rafters, flooding them in pools of vibrant green, purple and red! As they wave their signs and generally act like idiots just to have their faces featured, The V-Tron illuminates and begins to play a special video package.
“Sweet Dreams” by Marilyn Manson plays in the background as footage of “The Hope” Isaac White and Night flicker by on the screen.
Sweet dreams are made of these.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody’s looking for something.
A close-up on a bottle of sleeping pills resting on top of a table, with the blurred outline of Night in the background, sat on the edge of a bed and running his hands through his hair.
Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.
Isaac and Night standing face-to-face, each vocalising their views on the predicament they find themselves in. Night defending his actions, Isaac condemning Night’s use of the medication. A fiery staredown between the two men.
I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what’s inside you.
(Whispering and Moaning:
Hold your head up, movin’ on.
Keep your head up, movin’ on.)
The series of cruel mind games orchestrated by White on the most recent edition of Showdown, attempting to psychologically crippled Night into submission, allowing Isaac to ‘Cure’ him.
Movin’ on!
Night soldiering through the weeks of torture and holding his head up high amidst the chaos and pain around him.
I’m gonna use you and abuse you.
I’m gonna know what’s inside.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I’m gonna know what’s inside you.
The video culminates with the horrific scene in Japan of Night slamming Isaac head-first through the windscreen of a car, sending a clear message to “The Hope” to leave him alone!
sVo EVOLUTION CUP FINAL MATCH
Lupus Nebula vs. Travis Williams
Ring Announcer: The next contest is set for one fall, and is the finals for the sVo Evolution Cup. Introducing first, he stands 6’2, weighing 220 pounds, from Sicily, The Wandering Wolf, LUPUS NEBULA!
“More Human than Human” is heard coming from the speakers , in that same moment there is a total blackout followed by a wolf howl. A small light enlightens the ramp way entrance , showing a man covered in a red mantel standing there , looking at the ground . The man starts his walk towards the ring without caring much about the Fan reaction . The Red Mantel is thrown away as soon as the music dies and the man slides in the ring sitting in one of the corners, as he awaits his opponent.
Ring Announcer: And now, introducing his challenger. He stands 6’5, and weights 264 pounds. He hails from New York City, New York, The Dark Shadows, TRAVIS WILLIAMS!
The hard hitting rock/metal sound of Blain’s “Low” starts to pour into the arena from the sound systems. The crowd rises to their feet, in the massive loads, as the Big Screen flashes the words “Dark Shadows” across it. From entrance tunnel in the crowd, a figure walks out in a pair of black jeans and a black wife beater. Steel toe boots jet black, and head cleanly shaved with drips of sweat beading up from the bright lights, and warm bodies that surround him. Security guards clear a path the best they can, as Dark Shadows walks through the normal people and hops over the barricade. He pauses, as he looks back at where he came from, and the crowd in respect, pop big for The Dark Shadows. He turns and faces the ring, as he dashes towards it and slides under the bottom rope. He walks to a corner and waits there as his music cuts away.
As the ring announcer exits the ring, the referee checks Lupus for any foreign objects. He clears him, and than he proceeds search Travis as well. He clears him, and than signals to both men if they are ready. With both nodding, the referee slings his arm to the time keeper, as the bell sounds.
DING
DING
Both men circle the ring, and meet in the middle with a collar and elbow lock up. Lupus goes to a knee, struggling to battle Travis who out weighs him, and who is taller. Lupus uses his knees, walking Travis back first against the ropes, driving a knee to the canvas with every step. The referee calls for a break, as Travis holds his hands up, and Lupus slowly releases him, and backs off.
They circle the ring again, and meet back in the middle with another collar and elbow lock up. Lupus quickly pits Travis in a headlock, grinding on the head. Travis fights it, as he shoves an arm through, and grabs the head of Lupus, in a headlock of his own. Travis grinds the headlock, as Lupus backs him up to the ropes. Lupus nails him two time in the stomach with elbows, and shoots him off. Lupus walks to the middle to meet him, and they shoulder block one another, as Lupus takes a back bump for his troubles.
Lupus stands back up, and Travis points to the ropes, telling him to try it again. Lupus rushes the ropes, springs off, and attempts to clothesline Travis. It’s ducked, Lupus springs back, and arm dragged to the mat by Travis. Travis hops up, as Lupus gets to his feet, Travis throws a dropkick, that is swatted away by Lupus. Lupus helps Travis to his feet, and hooks him in a suplex position. He lifts him up, and drops him straight down with a brain buster, as Lupus floats over to a pin, hooking a leg. The referee leaps them, and slides into a count.
1…
2….
NO, kick out by Travis. Lupus argues with the referee for being out of position, but the referee signals only two before the shoulder came off the mat.
Lupus picks up Travis, and scoop slams him down to the canvas. Lupus hits the ropes, and drops a nasty leg drop across the throat of Travis. Lupus gets back up, rolls Travis over to his stomach. Lupus hits the ropes again, dropping another leg, this time to the back of the neck. Lupus stands back to his feet, backs up a little, and charges in, slamming a knee down into the neck and upper back region of Travis. He rolls him over, and screams to the referee to get down. Referee slides in, as Lupus goes for a pin.
1…
2….
3…No, Travis right leg is draped over the bottom rope. Lupus argues to the referee that it was not there before the three, but the referee signals no three count. Lupus shoves the referee. The referee shoves Lupus down to the mat, as he threatens to DQ him if he is touched by him again. Lupus holds up his hands in, in forgiveness, as he stands back up.
Lupus stomps on the neck of Travis, pitting more pain in the region. He grabs the arms of Travis, and drags him to the center of the ring. He signals to the crowd that Travis is done for, and rolls him back onto his back, and lifts him in a seated position. With a knee firmly in the upper back and neck area, Lupus grabs the arms of Travis, and bows them backwards. Travis screams in pain, as the referee checks on him, asking if him wants to give. Travis screams, as more pressure is applied, but the what he screams is NO.
Travis starts to fight the hold, using his size over Lupus in his favor. As Travis locks the wrist of Lupus, and rolls his body, removing the knee from his neck. Travis starts to stand, as he reaches his feet, he pulls Lupus in, catching him in the stomach with a knee. He pulls him again, another knee to the stomach. Both men break their hold on one another, as Travis holds his neck in pain. Lupus is bent over, as Travis hits the ropes and returns with a knee driven into the temple of Lupus.
Lupus falls to the mat, as Travis stumbles to the ropes, grasping them, holding himself up. Travis tries rotating his neck, to ease the pain some. He finally gets some air into his lungs, as he walks over to Lupus, and grabs a handful of hair, lifting him up to the ground. Travis issues a massive chop to the chest of Lupus, making Lupus fold his arms into him, protect the flesh. Travis backs into the ropes, and comes back, Mafia Kicking Lupus in the mouth. Travis falls on top of him, and hooks both legs. The referee slides into position, checks the shoulders.
1…
2…
No, Lupus flings his body up, breaking the count. Travis on his knees, puts both hands over his head and shakes his head in disbelief.
Travis picks up Lupus, slings him into the corner. Travis rushes in with a splash, but Lupus moves out the way. Travis stumbles back out, as Lupus rushes in at Travis from behind, nailing him with a powerful clothesline. Lupus positions Travis on his back, as he mounts the top rope. Lupus leaps off with his First Human Disaster (Top Rope Leg Drop) that connects across the neck of Travis. He goes into the cover hooking both legs. Referee slides into position…
1…
2…
3….
DING
DING
DING
Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, and the Evolution Cup Champion, The Wandering Wolf, LUPUS NEBUA!
RESULT: Lupus Nebula def. Travis Williams
FULLY LOADED CLIP Pt.1
The sVo Champion does some last minute stretches in the corridor just outside his locker room knowing that there is not long to go until his main event match against Kelly Flawless and Mike Best. However as Stevo stretches, two shadows loom over the Champion, who looks up to notice Chris Bond and Jimmy Moretti standing over him. Psyko Stevo rises to his feet, and seems slightly put out that Bond and Moretti have snuck up on him.
Psyko Stevo – “Yes?”
Bond can’t seem to take his eyes off of the sVo Championship belt that Stevo picks up from the nearby chair and places over his shoulder.
Chris Bond – “Just wanting to go over a few match strategies. Maybe we could sit down and work a few things out.”
Bond takes a few steps forward towards Stevo’s locker room door, but Stevo steps forward to block him off. Privately cursing Jon Page for creating the situation that could lead to friction between him and his tag team partner, Stevo stares at Moretti.
Psyko Stevo – “And what are you doing here?”
Moretti stumbles for answers as he looks angrily towards the door.
Jimmy Moretti – “I got a lot of money riding on this main event, I want to make sure its going to be a big success so we can get even more sponsorship deals here in Europe.”
Psyko Stevo – “Well feel free to start speaking, we can do this out here.”
Bond and Moretti look at each other, as Stevo stands arms folded in front of the door. Jimmy Moretti looks angrily at Psyko Stevo, before leaning forward towards the Champion.
Jimmy Moretti – “Maybe you should think about your status as Champion when you choose which side to take on important matches.”
Psyko Stevo – “I don’t know what your talking about…..”
Jimmy Moretti – “Oh I think you do… Maybe you should think about how it easy it would be to arrange something to I don’t know, lead to a new Champion being crowned later tonight.”
Psyko Stevo smiles at Moretti and his threats.
Psyko Stevo – “I don’t have to worry about things like that, I have people watching over me. Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.”
Stevo smiles at Moretti, who angrily storms away from the scene. Chris Bond struggles to take his eyes away from the sVo Championship belt, before also making his way away from the scene.
sVo INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Isaac White (c) vs. Night
To think a bottle of sleeping pills could lead to all this…
A whisper…
“I’m dreaming…”
The distant chords of Deftones’ “Knife Party” cut through the PA as the arena lights cut completely. The Tron sparks to life as the words “I’m dreaming…” float onto it. As the song errupts the words are replaced by one.
A name.
” N I G H T “
An explosion of purple light as a man in a black mask appears. At least, the mask appears black at first, but on closer inspection it appears to be made of the night sky. The mask does not entirely cover the man’s head and a head of black dreadlocks stream out, tracing the man’s jaw.
The man stands at the top of the entrance ramp – motionless for a moment, his stance elegant and mysterious, giving away nothing of his motives. As the music swirls away, the man only known as Night begins his walk to the ring – only, he doesn’t walk, it appears more of a graceful glide. Although he moves seemlessly, he moves deceptively quickly to the ring, sliding deliberately and headfirst into the ring.
Blackness. A piercing light falls upon the stage as ‘Requiem’ can be heard distantly in the background, gradually becoming louder and louder.
A purple mist slowly begins to unravel down the aisle, creeping across the floor in a hypnotic display of twisting, serpentine tendrils.
By this point, ‘Requiem’ is playing in full force, and “The Hope” Isaac White steps out into the spotlight, leaning on his cane with one hand and pulling his hat down low with the other, International Championship gleaming across his chest.
White basks in the warm glow of the spotlight momentarily before flicking the brim of his hat up and walking down to the ring, twirling his cane in one hand. He pauses briefly as he draws level with the ring apron, looking Night directly in the eye. Night clenches his fists tightly and grits his teeth at Isaac, who nods in return and promptly approaches the stairs.
He taps his cane on the steel steps and ascends them one step at a time. He wipes his feet on the apron and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, lowering his head and allowing his hat to roll down his arm before catching it in his hand and holding it up, with his cane in the opposite hand.
After this display, White jumps from the turnbuckle into the ring and begins to shed his entrance clothing, preparing for the task at hand.
Not even concerning himself with carrying out such menial, tedious duties as a pre-match inspection for concealed items, the referee points to the timekeeper, sat at ringside, who promptly rings the bell.
DING!
DING!
DING!
The referee immediately retreats to a corner of his own, clearly not wishing to come between either White or Night.
Night stands brooding in his corner, his mind swamped with the nightmarish memories of the mental torture and humiliation he has suffered at the hands of White. As these memories come flooding back to him, he grips the ropes on either side of him tightly, his knuckles white.
His would-be saviour, on the other hand, stands proud and determined, despite all that he has done. Like a parent about to dispense the discipline, White looks at Night with a disappointed expression on his scarred, aged face, and shakes his head side-to-side slowly.
Both men begin to circle each other, not taking their eyes off each other. White keeps his sights trained on Night with the intensity of a surveillance camera. With each seemingly passive movement Night makes, the cogs in Isaac’s brain work furiously, recording them and adjusting his strategy accordingly.
Night, on the other hand, occasionally breaks his staredown with White in order to look at the environment around him to see how it can be used as a weapon. The ropes, the turnbuckles, the apron, everything.
The fans soon grow restless with both men’s circling routine and make their opinions heard.
‘BORING!’
‘BORING!’
‘BORING!’
White temporarily abandons the circling with Night and walks over to the ropes, eyeing the fans with a look of disgust on his face at their incredible lack of respect.
Caught with his pants down, so to speak, White suddenly finds himself being pelted with a series of lightning-fast martial arts kicks from Night, the resultant impact of each precision shot resonating throughout the arena! Isaac screams in agony as Night continues to hammer away at his weakened joints, which are only being held together by braces and kneepads in the first place! “The Hope” lurches over to the corner, limping on one leg to try and escape the venomous wrath of Night, but the luchadore pursues him like a pitbull!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Kick after kick after kick, and “The Hope” looks to be on the verge of tears due to the dizzying highs of pain he is experiencing. Night eventually shows an ounce of compassion towards White and ceases the barrage of kicks. With Isaac slumped down in the lower pad of the corner, Night backs up a short distance and charges towards White, NAILING him with a baseball slide! Isaac recoils and turns his head to spit out a mouthful of saliva as Night continues the assault.
Night grabs White by the arm and pulls him out from the corner, locking his head underneath his arm as he does so. He clubs Isaac in the spine a couple of times to prevent him from fighting back and re-enters the corner. With “The Hope” still trapped in a headlock, Night climbs to the middle rope and seems to be looking to hit a Tornado DDT from the corner. Sure enough, Night pushes off from the middle rope with both feet and spins his body round in the air, but unfortunately for him, White manages to squirm out of the headlock and pushes Night forwards, causing him to land chest-first on the canvas! Night clutches his abdomen and coughs and splutters from the impact, which looks to have knocked the wind right out of him! Night clings on to the ropes beside him and drags himself onto his feet, only to be met with a vicious clothesline from Isaac, sending him over the top rope and onto the floor with a SPLAT!
White whips his head to his right, and his eyes light up with the reflection of the red ring ropes opposite him. Isaac bites his lip as he struggles to make a decision, cogs working furiously inside that peculiar brain of his. Night is now at a vertical basis, and “The Hope” makes his choice. Without a second thought, White bounces off the ropes behind him and charges forwards, LEAPING over the TOP ROPE with a SUICIDE DIVE! WTF- Isaac White- suicide dive?!
“Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO, it’s Isaac White!” Night turns around just in time to look above him with a look of amazement and terror on his face, as White’s shadow comes baring down on him with frightening speed.
KER-ASH!
Isaac slams into Night, taking both men down to the floor with the impact of a car crash! The crowd punch the air with their fists enthusiastically, yearning for more carnage! Both men lie motionless on the floor, chests heaving heavily as they struggle to regain their breath. The referee quickly slides under the bottom rope and sets about checking on each competitor, ensuring neither of them is seriously injured and unable to continue fighting as a result. It seems they still have a little fighting spirit left in them, however, and the referee gets to his feet and begins a count-out.
1!
Still lying motionless.
2!
Night’s arm twitches.
3!
White raises his head, seeing stars after the awesome collision.
4!
Night leans against the barricade beside him for support.
5!
Isaac pushes himself up to his knees.
6!
Night frantically scrabbles his feet on the ground, tripping over himself to get to his feet.
7!
By this time, White has already gotten to his feet and is stumbling towards the ring apron before he is counted out.
8!
“The Hope” climbs up onto the apron, breaking the count in the process, and goes to climb through the ropes, but Night grabs White’s legs and pulls them out from under him, causing Isaac to slam chin-first into the apron as he falls down! With split-second timing, Night leaps onto the apron from the ground and bounces up onto the middle rope, leaping off it with an Asai Moonsault onto White!
With an incredible display of athleticism and agility, both men hit the floor once more. This time, however, Night is rather quick to get to his feet, as most of the impact from the move was absorbed by White’s body, leaving Night relatively unharmed. The Japanese daredevil wastes no time in picking Isaac up by the hair and shoves him under the bottom rope into the ring.
Night once again ascends the ring apron and grips the top rope tightly with his hands. Swinging his entire body above it, he nails White with a slingshot legdrop to the back of the neck! “The Hope” looks like he could do with a ‘Cure’ of his own after that! Yes, I have been waiting the entire match to break out the shitty puns, so what?!
Night follows up the legdrop with a well-placed dropkick right into White’s temple and slides across him for the cover.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Both Night and the fans groan in unified dismay as White barely manages to raise a shoulder off the canvas. Night runs his hands over his mask in disappointment and takes a moment to regather himself and hash out a new strategy to ensure his victory in this emotional encounter. He pushes himself into an upright stance and grabs Isaac by the head. As he raises Isaac to his knees, “The Hope” lashes out with a sudden knife-edge chop to Night’s chest cavity, a loud SLAP! carrying over the arena. The fans give an appropriate ‘WOOOO!’ as Night drops to his knees following a second, lethal knife-edge chop!
SLAP! A third razor-like chop from White, leaving behind a bright, red mark on Night’s chest.
‘WOOOO!’ Night strikes back with his own chop, both men fighting on their knees in desperation!
‘WOOOO!’ White swings his forearm out like an axe, catching Night with a clancing blow to the ribs!
‘WOOOO!’ Night with his own chop once more, his own chest now bleeding slightly!
Isaac catches Night offguard with a devious left hook to the jaw, almost toppling his opponent, but Night quickly recovers his balance. White gets to his feet haphazardly and kicks Night in the side of the head HARD! Night’s neck snaps to the side and a thin trail of drool leaves his lips, staining the mat underneath him. As “The Hope” moves in to pick up Night, the kamikaze springs up like a slinky onto White’s shoulders, and sends him flying through the air with a headscissors takedown!
The fans pop at Night’s sudden comeback as White writhes in pain on the canvas from the high impact move! Night chucks his head to the side, glancing over at the turnbuckle. With a ‘Fuck this!’ expression, Night grits his teeth and makes a beeline for the corner, absolutely determined to put an end to this match once and for all!
He grips the ropes in his hands and climbs to the top rope, much to the delight of the fans, who cheer him on. With one last look at the man beneath him, Night shakes his head and throws caution to the winds, leaping into the air without a second thought!
He arcs his body round a full 270 degrees in mid-air and comes soaring down like an eagle with the Shooting Star Press- RIGHT INTO THE CANVAS!
White rolled out the way at the VERY last second, actually being clipped with an unintentional headbutt of sorts from Night, who slouches over Isaac after almost knocking himself out. To use the shitty puns again, Night is seeing stars! Sorry. Isaac yanks himself up off the floor using the ring ropes for assistance. Cutting the air with his hands to signify that the match is officially over, albeit on his terms, he shows no mercy to the possibly concussed Night and jerks him up by his manga-like hair. White spins Night around and hooks both of his arms in his own, intertwining them like a pretzel.
“The Hope” drops Night like a sack of bricks with THE CURE! The fans collectively groan and lower their heads, knowing the end is very near indeed. White, absolutely exhausted aftet the gruelling physical exchange between himself and Night, rolls over the Japanese native and places an arm over his chest, collapsing in the process.
1!
2!
3!
RESULT: Isaac White def. Night
FULLY LOADED CLIP Pt.2
As the sVo Champion Psyko Stevo heads out of his locker room on his way to the ring for his main event match this evening, he doesn’t even notice the figure lurking in the shadows. Twenty seconds after Psyko Stevo makes his way towards the ring, Jimmy Moretti emerges from the shadows and makes his way towards the locker room of Stevo. Moretti draws his gun from the suit, before pushing the door open and bursting into the room.
Moretti sees Jon Page who jumps up to his feet as his business partner points the gun in his direction.
Jimmy Moretti – “You think you can fucking steal from me?”
Jon Page doesn’t say a word, he instead stares straight at Moretti.
Jimmy Moretti – “You think I didn’t know about all of his going down? You think I didn’t know it was you?”
Jon Page still remains silent as he looks at the gun Moretti is pointing at him.
Jimmy Moretti – “I should kill you right now.”
Page finally speaks as he takes a few steps back from Moretti.
Jon Page – “You would be making a big mistake.”
Jimmy Moretti laughs as he points the gun at Page’s head.
Jimmy Moretti – “Oh yeah? Sounds to me like it would be the best decision I ever made!”
Jimmy Moretti takes a few steps closer to Jon Page’s and places the gun against the head of Page.
Jimmy Moretti – “Not the first time we have been here is it Page?”
Moretti laughs, but suddenly the door swings open.
“FREEZE! FBI!”
The two FBI officers burst into the room, pointing their guns at Moretti and Page. Backed up by the Swedish police force the FBI officers get closer to the pair.
“DROP YOUR WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!”
Moretti drops his gun, and the FBI officer quickly swoop onto Page and Moretti and place both men in handcuffs.
Jimmy Moretti – “I took you for many things Page, but I never took you for a snitch.”
Page snarls as he stares across at Moretti, as both men are held down on the floor, hands cuffed behind their backs.
Jon Page – “What and snitch on myself Moretti? Think about it….”
The Swedish police officers sweep the locker room of Psyko Stevo, checking there is no one else in the room.
Jimmy Moretti – “Think about what?”
Jon Page – “We have been played Jimmy. We have been set right up.”
Jon Page and Jimmy Moretti are hauled away by the F.B.I as the question rings around the head of Jimmy Moretti. Who the hell set him up?
THE PROPHECY Pt.III – THE SON OF DESTINY
As a blue light emerges from around Seden and Manta, the future of the human empire begins to alter throughout time. Arrant, the leader of the Cult of Kharn, emerges from the blue energy burst with a darkened body at his feet, a human body. The hooded figure of Seden steps forward to take a closer look at the great warrior from the past.
“But…. But….. He looks dead?”
The shock in the voice of Seden echoes through time as the dark clouds over the human empire begin to form once more.
Arrant nods his hooded head in agreement, he had envisioned this scenario. Bursting from his restraint jacket, Arrant lowers his hand over the body of the human. A green glow emanates from the hands of Arrant, as Seden and Manta stagger back in apparent disbelief.
“Where…. Where am I?”
The human staggers up to his feet as Arrant steps backwards. The eyes of Seden and Manta peer through the darkened hoods. The human had not only come back from the dead, he had taken on a different form.
“You my son, are at the door of destiny.”
Arrant spoke in a soft hushed voice as the human in front of him held his head in pain.
“My head…… The sound…..”
The human was obviously distressed, he could hardly bring himself to his feet.
“Who are you? Who…… Who…. Who am I?”
The human looked confused as he held his figures on his templates. He looked through his eyes at the Arrant, Seden and Manta, as if it was the first sight his eyes had ever seen.
“You are Kaden, the Son of Destiny. You are here to save your people.”
Arrant, Seden and Manta looked at Kaden with a sense of accomplishment that lit up the room. A Fecal Voodoos Slings had been fulfilled, and time and space was beginning to change all around them.
The human race had hope.
Retribution – Live on PPV
Featuring Organised Chaos III
25th May 2008
The O2 Arena, London, England
sVo WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
TAG TEAM MATCH
Psyko Stevo (c) & Chris Bond vs. Mike Best & Kelly Flawless
Aerosmith’s ‘Dream On’ catalyzed a chorus of jeers that resonated throughout the arena like a gunshot. The SVO faithful had rose to their feet in unison to express their amalgamated detest. It seemed as though it was something that broke the bounds of kayfabe; they had a genuine hatred for Kelly Flawless. And the only thing that superceded the intense reaction he received, and the profound dislike that the fans shared towards him, was the disturbing smirk he wore as he parted the entranceway curtain. The Blonde Bomber actually enjoyed their reaction.
He marched down the steel ramp, cackling to himself – feeding off their resentment. He had taken multiple shots at them, but he didn’t care; in his mind, he was second only to God. And even that line was a little blurred at some times.
He rolled under the bottom rope, his hair sparkling like the death of a thousand stars. His mouth was a like an out of control automatic weapon – unloading at anything that came near. He was in the ring for one sole purpose: to back up the rounds that his lips were firing.
He paced the squred circle as focused as most have ever seen him in sVo. For Kelly, tonight was about more than championships — tonight was personal.
“We’re gonna win,
Don’t wanna be a loser,
Gonna win.
Cause winning really is the only thing,
You wanna fight? Just step inside the ring…”
The lights dimmed slowly in the arena as the Tron flared to life, an image of two dice roling towards the front of the screen. They rolled to a stop on snake eyes, before the dots faded into the word “Mike” on one die and “Best” on the other. The dice exploded into a highlight video as “We’re Gonna Win” by Bryan Adams blared over the speakers, the bass shaking the arena. Gold pyro exploded in the entranceway and the fans began to boo and jeer, screaming insults as the confident face of ‘The Mike Effect’ Michael Best appeared from behind the curtain.
He raised two fingers to his lips, blowing a kiss out into the crowd as they hurled obscenities back in his direction.
Mike stopped for a moment on the stage, slapping his chest twice and pointing out at the crowd, raising his eyebrows and throwing out a wink. He made his way down the ramp, rolling gingerly into the ring and stretching out as he joined KFlaw in the squared circle, ready to reclaim what is rightfully his.
“A way to be…
You’re looking down again…
Just let it be…
And I’d only do for you what you’d do for me…
And I only would do for you what you’d do for me…”
“Touche'” by Godsmack began to play around the arena as the fans erupt.
The cocky but suave Chris Bond made his way down the entrance ramp; except, he wasn’t walking–he was riding his pimped out, orange and yellow golf cart, which he dubbed the ‘Octopussy Wagon’ to the ring. As he drove it down, he pointed to a few fans, and smiled, before refocusing on the task at hand.
Bond circled the ring and parked his cart before hopping out and walking around a bit, talking smack in a similar fashion to what the Rock once did. He kept his eyes focused on the ring as he slowly made his way up the stairs, climbing into the squared circle. Bond removed his sunglasses and stared out to the crowd before heading to one corner and warming up. A few stretches, a few jumping jacks, and the announcer has finished his introduction.
Bond couldn’t help but focus his stare straight ahead: Mike Best, Kelly Flawless. Those mother fuckers. Literally.
And then, the champion.
“Remember” by Disturbed.
Psyko Stevo parted the curtain to the entrance ramp to the sound of a bomb erupting in the Swedish arena.
The champion seemed all about business tonight, aside from a few hand slaps, he hastily made his way to the ring, rolling under the ring ropes and throwing his World Title high into the air for all to see.
Flawless and Best smirked at each other, as Stevo and Bond retreated to their corners, and the referee readied himself.
The anticipation with the arena grew, but tonight…
Tonight, introductions were unnecessary in the word’s most fundamental sense.
Tonight, there were no entrance themes. There were no standing ovations, no jeering.
There were only four men, a ring, and a championship.
A no disqualification tag-team match. To the winner: infamy.
The bell sounded. Like a shotgun blast, the match had begun.
Kelly Flawless and Chris Bond. They went at one another like malnourished predators. The second that the first fist connected, the two competitors tossed each other to the mat in a heap. They rolled around on the canvas for what seemed like minutes, each trading vicious closed fists before the referee decided that it was time for the mud wrestling women to stand up.
KFlaw was first to his feet.
Kick to the stomach.
The air rushed from Chris Bond’s lungs like a punctured helium balloon. Gasping for air, he stumbled backward, awkwardly outstretching his arm, reaching for something — anything.
Stevo looked on with an aura of concern early on as his partner was down on the mat. Although Stevo didn’t need Bond to win anything for him, he had to make sure that he didn’t get pinned.
A left from Flawless.
A stiff right.
Bond reeled.
Best cheered like a moron.
Flawless did a little Ali-esque dance.
And, per usual, the crowd jeered.
The Sanctioned Violence Organisation had come to Sweden, and the fans were hungry for blood. What a wonderful card they’d already seen; but that nothing in comparison to what was in store.
Bond countered a suplex attempt.
THWACK.
Kelly’s head collided with the turnbuckle with a little aid from Stevo.
The Golden Boy clutched his money maker in agony.
Bond tagged Stevo in. Kelly ran for the hills. The World Champion caught him, however, as the Swedish faithful rose to their feet in unison. Support was immense for Stevo. And he showed his gratitude.
A quick snap mare to the mat. A headlock. Seven punches direct to the side of the skull.
Kelly Flawless tried to roll away from the Champion. Stevo would have none of it.
The kicks to the Blonde Bomber’s ribs for their mark, one after another.
He writhed on the canvas in pain, seeking his corner. Mike Best. No. Stevo smiled. He wasn’t quite finished with KFlaw yet.
He picked him up by his golden locks and Irish whipped him into the turnbuckle with authority. The ring shook on impact as Kelly clutched his back.
Bond held Flawless for a moment as Stevo again went to work with body shots. Bond tossed a haymaker to the back of Kelly’s head for good measure.
That’ll teach the sadistic son of a bitch to have sex with dead people. True story. No? Go read the roleplay board. I’m serious. Kelly Flawless fucked Chris Bond’s dead mother. HA. It’s still as funny now as it was when that shit was posted.
Stevo’s attempted tossing of Flawless over the top rope was blocked. Kelly charged back toward his own corner. The fans almost rioted when he tripped and fell on his jaw.
He rubbed his face for a moment before his focus went elsewhere when Stevo dropped a massive knee into the small of his back.
Ouchy.
He squirmed like a rape victim.
Stevo cackled like a hyena.
It’s tough to believe just how personal these rivalries had become. Stevo then set out to bring a little bit more clarity to the statement.
He rolled out of the ring. He was back atop the canvas in a flash, steel chair in hand as the crowd erupted.
Kelly was barely to his knees when Stevo pounded the end of the chair into his ribs. The Golden Boy cowered. And the fans erupted once again.
Mike Best had seen enough. The former World Champion and the current World Champion were finally getting their chance to have it out in the ring — in a sanctioned fight no less — for the first time since Roll the Dice.
Stevo dropped the chair as Best charged toward him. It just feels so much more satisfying when you can break a dude’s face with your hands.
A right from Best was met with a right from Stevo. A second and a third toss from each man connected, but neither gave an inch. They were like gladiators.
Well, actually, they were like ‘roided up wrestlers that slurped up one two many Red Bull before the match. Plus they didn’t like each other personally all too much. Something about jealousy. Something else about cup size. You get the general idea.
The two traded blows. Bond had hit the ring by this time. This match took exactly three and a half minutes (give or take) to get way the fuck out of hand.
Bond attacked Flawless. He’d grabbed the chair that Stevo had so cavalierly abandoned. And may I say, he was putting it to damn good use.
A shot to the ribs here, a knock to the spine there — chu know how it works.
He pulled Kelly up by the back of the neck and tossed him into furthest corner from Stevo and Best who continued to punch each other in the face without realizing that the other one was, well, punching them in the face. Best lost a tooth. A kid in the front row almost lost an eye.
Bond threw the chair Kelly’s way. I started to type, “Flawless snagged the chair out of mid air but then got RVDed the fuck out a sweet fucking kick from 009,” but fuck that. Kelly caught the chair and then hit Bond right in the fucking head with it. Yeah, that’s what the fuck happened.
009 got reduced to 008.5. Tragic day for the entire Bond family and everybody at MI6.
=(
Somehow Best and Stevo weren’t dead yet.
Kelly saw to it that the Mike Effect’s pretty little kisser wasn’t gonna get punch-a-sized any longer, though. He walked over to Stevo and cranked him in the back with the… hold the fuck on. For some reason, because I’m doing renos to my laundry room and kitchen, my cat’s litter box is in my family room, and it just took a shit and HOLY FUCK. That’s like kill yourself smelly. That’s fucking take a whiff of your own asshole to clear your nostrils stinky. WOW. I didn’t know cats could fucking do that. Jesus Christ.
Anyway, Kelly walked over to Stevo and drove the chair into his ribs. Best finished the job by tossing Stevo over the top rope as the referee tried to restore some type of order.
Kelly gave him the finger and a half-hearted kick to the junk. That was it.
Flawless turned and followed MPlow through the ropes to the outside where Stevo lay. The fans jeered — again, what else is new.
Stevo’s head bounced off the announcers’ table like a shitty piece of rubber. That actually kind of coincidental seeing as how we don’t… have… announcers. O_o
Stevo clutched at his face in agony, as Kelly slipped under the ropes and went over to check on Chris Bond. Ya know, maybe see if there was anything he could do for him? Get him an ice pack, help him stretch. Fuck his mom again, maybe.
Meanwhile, Best set out to finish Stevo right here and right now and claim the title for himself.
A Mike Effect on the outside concrete would fucking hurt. Luckily for our hero, Mishter Stevo, he squirmed out of it in time.
And then he punched MPlow in the neck for being a prick.
A swift knee to the face got his hate-filled message across pretty hastily.
“FUCK,” KFlaw muttered, lethargically pacing back to the apron to go to the aid of Best.
And that’s when the sickest spot of the night took place.
With Best kneeling motionless on the outside of the ring, Stevo seized the opportunity. He darted toward the announce table (seriously, why don’t we have an announce team?), propelling himself into the air, preparing for the Psyklone. In Layman’s terms, he was gonna kick Mike Best in the fucking head.
This is where shit gets fucked up.
KFlaw to the rescue.
He dove off the apron and tackled Stevo in midair, spearing him backward and reversing his momentum right through the announce table.
CRASH.
Stevo and Flawless were lifeless. So was our imaginary announce team — that fucking move just killed them. I guess we need two need guys to fill those spots. Tune in next Showdown to find out who our new announce team is. I promise it’ll be two of the dopest dudes you’ve ever met. I’m talkin’ like Ice Cube and the Fonz. Or Robert De Niro and Mickey Mantle or some shit.
Best stumbled to his feet just in time to see Chris Bond come plummeting off of the apron on top of him. Unfortunately enough, he couldn’t get the fuck out of the way.
The two spilled into a heap on the floor as the Swedish arena remained in chaos after the bump Stevo just took.
He actually looked like a human suitcase. Literally.
Stevo was folded up like a fucking Samsonite, had a little tag stuck to his ear, checked for bombs and shit, and then flown right through a fucking table by American Airlines flight Kelly FUCKING Flawless 994. Fuck yeah.
Somehow KFlaw had managed to stumble back to an (almost) upright position as he stood (kneeled) over the Champion who was still motionless. He’d probably stay motionless for a while.
Just for good measure, Kelly threw a TV monitor at him. It hit him in the fucking head. IN THE HEAD. BOOM.
POW — right in the kisser.
Yeah, you get the idea.
Flawless stumbled to his feet to find Best and Bond doing to the same thing. Chris Bond had been reduced from 008.5 to 006 thanks to that fall on top of Best. That’s how hard he hit his head against the ground — he fell two a half fucking points. I didn’t even know that was possible.
Kelly grabbed Bond by the back of the head as he nodded at Best who walked over toward the fallen Champion.
Flawless rammed Bond into the guard rail in front of him with enough force to crack the youngsters skull. Luckily enough, it didn’t.
“YOU LIKE THAT, BONDY?” Flawless bellowed, as the crowd erupted yet again, booing and jeering the two most hated men in wrestling. “THIS IS THE SAME WAY I TREATED YOUR MOTHER, BONDY. EXCEPT SHE DIDN’T CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH!”
Bond went spilling through a row and a half of spectators as the two of them made their way through the crowd, marching deeper and deeper into seats of the Swedish arena.
Meanwhile, back at ringside, Best was doing everything in his power to handicap Stevo in any way possible.
Anything that could be a weapon was a weapon: chairs, television monitors, ring bells, the sVo World Championship belt.
Unfortunately, there were no bags full o’ puppies this time. I asked, sVo said no puppies, I frowned, they said, “fuck off,” I said, “AAAAIIIIIGGGHHHTTT~!”
Best swung a couple sets of vicious rights and lefts at the Champion as he had somehow managed to pull him to his feet.
Stevo ate the first couple shots but after ducking under the final throw, he tossed Best over his back with a vicious back body drop that sent the former Champion careening into the guard rail at a breakneck speed.
Meanwhile, as the oversized screen above the entrance way showed the feed, a camera crew followed Kelly Flawless and Chris Bond as they continued to battle into the bowels of the arena. They had escaped the area where the fans were seated and had — somehow — ended up amongst the locker rooms.
Staff ran for the hills as Bond and Flawless traded punches back and forth. 006 managed to grab the upper hand momentarily as he hammered the Golden Boy across the forehead with what appeared to be a food tray.
Kelly stumbled into the wall, blood beginning to leak from his forehead. Bond tossed a series of vicious knees into the gut of his opponent, forcing the air from his lungs and returning the favour from the earlier in the match.
“HUH? HOW DO YA LIKE, COCKSUCKER? YA LIKE THAT SHIT, FLAWLESS?” Bond screamed, naturally still upset that Kelly pounded his mommy’s vaaaageeen. I mean, DAMN, I’d be choked, too.
Flawless slumped against the cement wall that separated the hallway and the dressing rooms.
Bond was relentless in his attack.
Another series of knees and another shot to the face with the food tray.
The Golden Boy collapsed to the concrete floor.
Back in the ring, Psyko Stevo still had the upper hand. He had turned the tables on Mike Best, sitting on top of the former Champion in the middle of the ring, feeding him shots to the neck and facial area.
Stevo popped up and shot off the ropes, coming back and dropping a vicious elbow to the mug of the Mike Effect.
The Psyko One foresaw exactly what was coming next as he smiled, noticing the steel chair lying under the turnbuckle.
Again, the fans erupted as the champ marched toward the weapon.
He clutched it in his grasp and moved back toward his challenger.
SWING. Stevo looks like the early season Tigers.
Best ducked out of the way and ran for cover.
Not so quickly.
The second shot caught him square across the back of his head.
THWACK.
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2.
Kick out.
Best’s shoulder jumped off the canvas like a being unto itself, refusing to say to die. The fans let out of a rather large, tense sigh of disappointment as the former champion rolled about in a pool of his own blood and saliva.
Backstage, Flawless and Bond’s fight continued. They were alone in the underbelly of the arena; just the two of them and a cameraman.
Bond swung the fire extinguisher that he had picked up from fuck knows where. Kelly ducked and delivered a big boot to the stomach. Bond dropped the weapon.
And then Kelly dropped Bond’s head with a vicious DDT.
ON TOP OF THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER.
YEAH, that’s how it’s done.
ASK ME WHAT IT DO! THAT’S WHAT IT DO.
BOOM.
006’s brains were almost forced out of his ears. Blood was leaking from both superstars as Kelly lay on the cement, trying to catch his breath. He looked down at Bond as a pool of crimson began to form around him and the weapon.
He slowly lifted him off the concrete, knowing that in order to win this damn thing he had to get the match back to the ring. Speaking of which…
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2.
NO!
Best kicked out again after a second chair shot.
My God.
There wasn’t any length that Stevo wasn’t willing to go to in order to remain Champion.
Chair shot after chair shot had found their mark on the skull of Mike Best, but the former sVo World Title holder refused to say die.
STEVO.
STEVO.
STEVO.
The chants started up as the building could be described as nothing of chaos. Everybody was on their feet, fights were starting to break out within the arena itself. Security was having a hell of a time containing everything.
That’s when things went from unbelievable to “oh, fuck no.”
Debris instantly started raining down upon the ringside area as Best’s arm ran itself between Stevo’s legs, delivering the low blow that may very well have put the Champion down and out.
Best lethargically rolled over onto his adversary as the fans with littered the ring.
Chaos had ensued.
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2.
Kickout.
Thank God; Sweden would have ripped Best apart.
The Mike Effect slumped onto the canvas, too exhausted and bloodied to worry about the beer bottles and pieces of arena equipment that continued to fall like hail from the arena’s heavens.
Backstage, away from the chaos, Kelly Flawless and Chris Bond continued to engage in a bloody battle that just saw Flawless get dropped, neck first, through a table.
006 was barely able to life Flawless up from the wreckage to keep him going along their little path of carnage.
Something tells me that Flawless’s face was going to be impacting a few more cement walls and wooden tables before this was all said and done with.
Bond had Flawless by the back of the tights, pulling him along, raking his already bruised and bloodied forehead across the jagged cement walls.
“YOU LIKE THAT, KFLAW?” Bond mimicked. “I think after I’m done beating your ass here tonight, I’m gonna fly to wherever the fuck it is that you live and fuck your mother!”
CRASH.
Bond hurled Kelly through a section of the scaffolding that was supporting the Vendetta banner as well as the screen that was currently displaying all of the action.
Nobody in the audience really knew what to think when they saw a portion of the electronic screen literally break away and crash to the entrance ramp below.
Sparks flew everywhere as Kelly Flawless writhed in pain, his chest severely burned from the explosion and his head nearly crushed from the falling debris.
Chris Bond stepped through the wreckage a moment later to the delight of the sold out arena crowd.
Stevo and Best were still down on the canvas, entrenched in a crimson mess.
Both Bond and KFlaw were leaking profusely, as well, as the Golden Boy lethargically crawled along the entrance ramp, trying to will himself to the ring.
006 caught up with him and hoisted him back to his feet as the crown exploded.
Bond had come here tonight for the title like each of these men had, but he’d also come to repay the heinous acts that Flawless and Best had perpetrated these last few weeks.
The Secret Agent Man dragged Kelly through the debris from the severed part of the television and the Vendetta banner, bringing him as close to the edge of the stage of the steel entrance way as possible.
He clutched onto the throat of KFlaw, as both of them teetered near the edge. Twelve to fifteen feet below sat two tables littered with audio equipment. The technicians that were normally stationed there had vacated once Bond and Flawless nearly brought the entire building down.
“YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK WITH ME, FLAWLESS?” Bond bellowed into the face of his adversary. “Have a nice trip. I’ll be sure to see ya around.”
With a wink, Bond went to release to sVo’s resident prick, but a quick chop to the neck stopped everything as 006 staggered back.
The fans were actually disappointed that Flawless didn’t go through the table. They weren’t happy whatsoever.
Fucking Swedish people and their insatiable thirst for violence.
Stevo and Best were just now starting to make their way back to their feet as Flawless and Bond began trading rights on top of the entrance way.
Both men began to go back and forth, not giving an inch.
The champion and the former champion then got into the mix, beginning to do the exact same thing, much to the delight of the capacity crowd.
Right after right after right found their mark on all four competitors.
Each man was bloodied, exhausted and nearly dead. But every single man still possessed that courage necessary to fight on.
That’s when all of Sweden went quiet for a moment and even Best and Stevo turned around.
Kelly Flawless had ducked under the final right hand from Chris Bond. One belly-to-back overhead throw later and Chris Bond plummeted fifteen through a tit load of audio equipment and two tables.
HOLY SHIZA.
HOLY SHIZA.
HOLY SHIZA.
Or something to that effect, anyway.
KFlaw was even a little perplexed for a moment as he stared down toward the ring, peering at Stevo and Best. He stood, hands on his hips, for minutes as he watched with intrigue to see just how this match would transpire.
Stevo shot Best off the ropes as the anxiety and anticipation in the building began to rise to feverish heights. The former champion bounded back but was met with a DDT onto the steel chair that lay, stained with blood, in the center of the ring.
The fans erupted and Flawless almost charged toward the ring, but Stevo wasn’t done with Best just yet.
There’s no way he was finishing the match on a DDT.
He walked over to the ring ropes closest to the entrance way; leaning on them, he glared up toward Kelly Flawless, who still stood motionless, hands on his hips.
The fiery glances exchanged by the two probably could have pierced metal or brought tears to the eyes of most other men. That’s how nuts these two are.
But, Kelly just smiled.
It was now clear to everybody in attendance: for Kelly Flawless and Chris Bond, this match had never really been about the sVo World Championship. Sure, it was a nice incentive tossed onto the pile, but tonight, these two men had come here to beat the living hell out of each other.
The true championship match was unfolding right before everybody’s eyes in the ring. But the real war continued on the entrance ramp, amidst the carnage that these two men had already created.
And that’s when the jaws of 20,000 plus people fell to their knees. Psyko Stevo watched on as the Golden Boy put a dagger through the heart of Chris Bond and possibly through the spine of his own career.
FLAWLESS SHOOTING STAR.
From the time he leaped off of the steel ramp way to the devastation some fifteen feet below him, time seemed to pass in slow motion.
Everybody sat, awestruck. Unable to move, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
The impact with which Flawless connected with Bond and the rest of the debris created a sound that would rival most earthquakes.
And then there was silence from both competitors.
Neither one would move for several minutes.
But that wasn’t important anymore.
As soon as Kelly Flawless had come to rest atop Chris Bond and the Holy Shit! chants had stopped resonating throughout the arena, the attention of the audience returned to where it ought to be on this evening:
The center of the ring.
Psyko Stevo.
Mike Best.
Going hand for hand.
One. Last. Time.
Right after right after right AGAIN found their marks, and AGAIN neither competitor would give an inch. It was different this time. This wasn’t a wrestling match; this wasn’t a thing of beauty or of art — this was a street fight. At it’s most basic level, this was personal.
And everybody in the arena knew it.
This wasn’t the place to come for suplexes of wristlocks. But if you wanted to see two dudes punch each other’s teeth in — you came to right spot.
They continued to trade shot after shot before Stevo got the upper hand and put Best down with a thunderous final right hand.
He signalled to the corner; a final attempt at the Psyklone.
He charged. He leaped. He turned. He connected.
SMASH!
The sVo Champion had just knocked Mike Best to the mat with a finishing move that had won World Championships all around the world, and tonight it would retain another. Leaping down onto his opponent, Psyko Stevo went for the cover.
1…
2…
WHAT?!
NO!
Mike Best’s shoulders come shooting from the mat.
There is a stunned silence for a few seconds around the arena before the boos begin. How the hell did Best kick out? Psyko Stevo rises to his feet, slightly confused, slightly angry. That wasn’t in the script.
The fire burning in the eyes of the sVo Champion meant only one thing, there was only one way to end a match of this magnitude, a move rarely seen, but a move that never failed. Psyko Stevo was heading to the top rope, and he was looking to pull out the…..
…… Psykotic Senton
Psyko Stevo stood on the top rope and looked down on Best, the man who stood between Stevo being known as the greatest Champion of all time. A man that Stevo detested, a man that was about to be one of the few in the world to feel the force of the Psykotic Senton.
Psyko Stevo prepared to leap from the top, the 360 degree spinning moonsault heading straight towards Best….
NO!
The rope suddenly buckles under the weight of the Champion and snaps, sending the sVo Champion down to the mat landing face first in the most awarkard of ways. The Psykotic Senton failed to hit the mark, and the sVo Champion was in deep trouble.
It was at this moment that our hero knew it was all but a formality.
He came to the rest of the mat, and before the fans could voice their discontent, Psyko Stevo had been knocked unconscious in the strangest of ways.
Good night.
Mike Best rolled an arm over the body of the sVo Champion and the fans screamed out in anger.
Please god….
Don’t let it end like this….
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2.
3.
It was all over. The chair shots, the destruction of the announce tables, the fire extinguishers, the shooting star presses, the wreckage, the carnage, the mayhem, the chaos. It was all done with.
The Swedish capacity crowd was livid. The one thing they did not want to see come to fruition tonight was the second Mike Best reign in sVo.
Yet it had happened.
And the debris that littered the ring symbolized perfectly what they thought about it.
Mike Best, Kelly Flawless, Psyko Stevo and Chris Bond had just delivered — arguably — the greatest main event that the sVo had ever seen.
Only one man was left standing.
Chris Bond and Kelly Flawless lay in a heap sixty feet from the ringside area; both men likely broken in half. Meanwhile, Psyko Stevo — fresh blood staining the entirety of his face — laid motionless in the center of the ring.
Mike Best stood atop the now former champion, as debris continued to pepper the canvas, World Championship belt raised above his head.
The sVo was on the brink of a new era. The advent generation of governance had arrived in the form of Mike Best and Kelly Flawless. And in their wake lay Psyko Stevo and Chris Bond, flesh entwined with crimson, exhaustion interlaced with defeat.
Tonight was their night.
All hail the kings.
RESULT: Mike Best (New sVo Champion) & Kelly Flawless def. Psyko Stevo & Chris Bond
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