sVo Showdown
6th January 2008
Goodfellas Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada
Episode #011
TREASURED CRATE
As Showdown 11 gets closer and closer to starting, we go to the parking lot where a big forklift is driving around. A man is standing around the action as he has a megaphone in his hand and is shouting random things. The forklift is driving towards the back of a pick up truck. A big box like shape is in the cab as the man with the megaphone in his hand is revealed to be none other than, “Hollywood” Howie Banks. He is calling the shots and giving the forklift driver orders on what to do with the box in the truck.
“Hollywood” Howie Banks: “Now I want you to pick up that box with the forklift and set it aside over here.”
He points to where he wants it to go as the forklift driver beeps and nods his head. He now drives closer and hooks around the big box like shape and brings it out. The box is covered by a big cloth like blanket as Banks continues to give even more orders.
“Hollywood” Howie Banks: “Now over here…”
He pauses.
“Hollywood” Howie Banks: “And don’t drop it.”
He watches the forklift driver who is slowly but surely taking the box from the truck and bringing it over to the location he wants it at. Howie looks on as the driver almost crashes into something. Banks immediately gets back on the megaphone.
“Hollywood” Howie Banks: “What the hell are you doing?!?!?!”
Howie Banks seems very upset as he rushes over to the side of the driver who stops the forklift. Howie now pulls him out and off the forklift after what had just happened as the driver stands there in front of Banks who doesn’t look pleased.
“Hollywood” Howie Banks: “Get the hell out of here, I’ll do it myself!”
Howie pushes the driver who just walks off and out of angle as “Hollywood” Howie Banks now gets up on the forklift and begins to operate it with the big box crate there. He slowly let’s it down on the concrete floor of the parking lot area under some buildings as there is concrete above to stop from anything hitting it.
Howie now gets off of the forklift after doing a good job and he shuts the forklift off. He stands in front of the crate now with the still blanket like cloth over top that is black. Howie smiles as he takes a step back and looks at it. He turns around and then begins to speak aloud as he starts to walk towards the arena doors.
“Hollywood” Howie Banks: “Next week is going to be a lot of fun, I really can’t wait.”
With that said he walks off towards the arena doors and goes through them. He is not out of reach as the scene fades out to somewhere else.
THE HELL SPAWN EXECUTIONER
Katie Smith is backstage, just shooting the breeze until she is called in from her next interview. These are the moments that she likes best, when she can just be alone and not have to worry about being ogled by the excessively macho. During her time here, she has been quite adept at finding the least populated parts of the arena, and she often slinks off to them to be alone. She is back past the locker rooms, out by the trucks, where she can feel a bit of the fresh air pour in from the loading docks. As she walks, she turns a corner, down another hallway, and suddenly finds herself in what seems to be a completely different place. The walls are covered with spiderwebs, and skulls are lying around haphazardly in piles.
Katie: “What? What… is this?”
She turns to leave this strange hallway, but a large metal gate shuts behind her, locking her in. She screams, and backs away from the menacing steel structure. The lights go completely out.
Katie: “H…Hello?”
When the lights return, “The Hell Spawn Executioner” El Gimicko sits behind her, perched on a stone pedestal like a Gargoyle. He hisses loudly.
Katie: “EEK!”
She backs up, only to run into El Traductor. She’s not so bothered by him.
El Traductor: “Katie Smith, I am glad you could join us. El Gimicko and I have been expecting you.”
El Gimicko: “Hissssssssssssssss”
El Traductor: “Gimicko, stay in character.”
El Gimicko: *sigh* “El Hisssssssssssso”
El Traductor: “Much better.”
Katie: “What… what do you want.”
El Traductor: “Why, its obvious… we want…”
Dramatic music.
Thunderclap!
El Traductor: “…to cut a promo!”
DA NUN NUNNNNNNN
Katie: “A… promo…”
El Traductor: “Yes, that’s what you do right. You come back stage, you hold up a microphone, ask questions, yadda yadda.”
Katie: “Yeah… but…”
El Traductor: “Yes?”
Katie: “I am kinda on break, I mean… I don’t have a microphone, or even a cameraman. Do you just want to have him cut a promo to the wall?”
El Traductor: “No worries, we brought our own. See?”
El Traductor points to the screen, and Katie turns.
Katie: “How long has he been there.”
El Traductor: “Long enough.”
El Traductor reaches into his jacket and pulls out a microphone, and hands it to Katie.
El Traductor: “Well, get to it.”
Katie shifts nervously over to El Gimicko, and holds up the microphone to the still hissing and monstrous looking El Gimicko. She gulps a little, and asks her first question.
Katie: “El… El Gimicko… you have challenged Peter Gilmour tonight to a ‘Tijuana Donkey Show Deathmatch’, what are your thoughts on this surely bloody match?”
El Gimicko pauses, and looks deep in thought.
El Gimicko: “Morire. No quiero luchar en esto. Por favor Katie, diceles que no yo quiere luchar.”
El Traductor: “El Gimicko says that he is ready for the fight. He only hopes that Peter Gilmour is ready to meet whatever pussy satan he worships in hell. For no force of evil is as strong in this world, than the demonic forces of ‘The Hell Spawn Executioner’ El Gimicko. All others are but a fraction of his wickedness. And tonight, he is going to prove that, once and for all, in the most brutal match the world will ever know.”
El Gimicko: *angrily* “No dije eso!”
El Traductor: “Yes you did.”
Katie: “Yes he did what?”
El Traductor: “It’s not important. Ask your next question.”
Katie: “Are you worried about suffering a serious injury in this deathmatch tonight?”
El Gimicko: “Si! Katie, por favor, ayudame. El Traductor ha inventado esta lucha. No quiero luchar. Peter Gilmour esta el Diablo. Tiene mucho fuerte, y es muy alto. Mireme. Soy muy pequeno y no tengo fuerte. Y las armas! Muchas, muchas armas? Sabes como que se sienta ser golpeado por una silla? Me Duele! Y cuando la silla esta envuelto en el Alambre con púas? Me duele mucho! Tengo miedo, no quiero luchar anoche.”
El Gimicko begins to cry, his head in his hands.
El Traductor: “El Gimicko says no.”
Katie: “What?”
El Traductor: “He says no.”
Katie: “It sounds like he said a lot more than just no.”
El Traductor: “Look, I am El Traductor. In Spanish, that means I am the translator. That means I am translating.”
Katie: “Are you sure you are actually translating what he says?”
El Traductor: “Do you speak Spanish?”
Katie: “No…”
El Traductor: “Then of course I am. Now then, you can ask one more question. El Gimicko has to summon the demons of Detroit to help him tonight.”
Katie: “There are demons in Detroit?”
El Gimicko: “Si, muchos Demonios!”
El Traductor: “He says…”
Katie: “I think I got it.”
El Traductor: “Well then, ask your question.”
Katie: “El Gimicko, do you have any words for your opponent tonight?”
El Gimicko: “Por favor, quienquiera que escucha. Mi hace es escondido debajo de mi maleta. Yo quiere ser enterrado en mi pueblo, en La Jardin de Los Luchadores. Da mi dinero a Las Zapatistas. Reconoceme como esto, no cómo miraré en una hora. Gracias.
El Traductor: “He says, Peter Gilmour, tonight is the night that will redefine pain. The tacks will decorate the ring like the stars decorate the sky. Blood will flow, and one of us will not leave that ring breathing. He asks, Gilmour, do you fear death? In that ring, you will feel its cold touch. It will be the touch of El Gimicko!”
El Gimicko: “Ayiyiyiyi, Dios Mio.”
El Traductor: “Good promo El Gimicko, now then Katie, you can go.”
Katie: “I would have been gone a long time ago if not for that gate?”
El Traductor: “What gate?”
Katie: “The Gate right…”
As she turns, she discovers the gate is completely gone. When she turns back around, she discovers herself in a normal hallway. El Gimicko, El Traductor, the cameraman, and even the microphone are all gone.
Katie: “What the…”
Her cellphone rings.
Paige: “Katie, what are you doing? You have an interview coming up, get back here.”
Katie: “But… but I…”
Paige: “Now!”
Confused, Katie returns to the lockerroom.
OPENING MATCH
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Killa vs. Freedom Fighter vs. Captain D
‘Shooter’ by Lil Wayne hits the sound system and the crowd boo as Killa makes his way down the entrance ramp and makes his way towards the ring. Killa, who is wearing a green mask, taunts the crowd before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope.
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
When You Wish Upon A Star hits the sound system and the fans cheer as Captain D makes his way down the entrance ramp! Captain D slaps the hands of the fans walking to the ring before rolling into the squared circle and lifting his hands high in the air!
Lights go black. Guitar Rifts starts playing extremely loud as the lights start flashing white super fast and bright. Right in the beginning of the song where it goes “I feel insane…” the lights stop and huge pyrotechnics come from under the ramp and entrance stage as FF runs out.
The bell sounds.
The match starts off with all three competitors standing in their own corners. All three men are in this match looking to make names for themselves and prove to everybody that they deserve to be higher up in the company and that they are good enough to be in the Sanctioned Violence Wrestling Organisation. This match gets really fast with all three competitors coming ahead to the center of the ring. Looking back and forth to one another they begin to start this match up as all the fans watch on and seem quite excited.
Both Killa and Freedom Fighter begin to double team Captain D. They boot him to the mid section and throw right hands at him as both of them grab one of his hands on each side of his body and whips him to the ropes. Captain D returns back and is elbowed to the face. Freedom Fighter begins to taunt to the crowd who have a mixed reaction to him as Captain D is laying on the mat with Killa who takes the early advantage and goes for a fast pin on his opponent.
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Before he can do anything more though with the pinfall, Freedom Fighter breaks it up with a kick to his back. He now drags Killa off of him and picks him up. He whips him into the corner and follows him in with a shoulder block to the rib cage area. He now lifts up Captain D to the top turnbuckle. He takes a step back and then kicks him right in the head as he is definitely dazed now. We now see Killa who runs and clotheslines Freedom Fighter down. He then picks him up and places him in a suplex like maneuver. He instead places the legs of Freedom Fighter around the head of Captain D.
Freedom Fighter now sits up top on Captain D’s body as Killa runs to the ropes, comes back and kicks Freedom Fighter in the back who goes farther up the body of one, Captain D. Killa now goes to the ring apron and jumps, hops up and leaps over the top ropes with a springboard like maneuver as coming down he wraps his legs around the head of Freedom Fighter who’s legs are wrapped around the head of Captain D as all three men come crashing down and on the ring mat from the top ropes.
Killa slowly but surely makes the cover on Captain D.
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No! Close but no cigar!
Killa almost had the victory right there. Freedom Fighter is barely moving as Killa crawls away from Captain D to get some more energy from that huge move that was just performed. The fans are going crazy chanting sVo all through out the Goodfella’s Casino arena. Killa now begins to get up with the help of the ropes as Freedom Fighter crawls into the corner. Captain D is still laying on the ring mat as Killa makes his way over towards his body.
Killa now picks up Captain D and he body slams him down to the mat. Killa now goes to the very top ropes and comes crashing down with a five star frog splash. He is just about to get on top of the opponent, Captain D when Freedom Fighter comes out of nowhere and grabs Killa but before he can toss him over the top ropes, Killa reverses it sending Freedom Fighter to the outside floor instead. Killa quickly rushes over to Captain D now and hooks his leg for the cover.
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3!!!
RESULT: Killa def. Captain D & Freedom Fighter via pinfall
THE GAMEPLAN
Just like last week, we find CJ Newfield and his boss, Sonny Carter meeting in the makeshift “Carter War Room” in the depths of the Goodfellas Casino. Newfield is mentally preparing for this match and Carter has no loss of words for his newfound ‘bodyguard’.
Carter: “Honestly, what does Moretti think he’s doing? Booking you in this Las Vegas tournament against another fool like Joseph Stryker. I’ve never even heard of this guy.”
Newfield: “He’s trying to keep me out of his business. Unfortunately, Moretti’s an incompetent fool and booked one of his own in this tournament as well…”
A look of confusion crosses Sonny’s face.
Carter: “CJ, what are you talking about? I didn’t see any of Moretti’s guys on the card in the tournament.”
Newfield: “Sonny, it may very well be possible that you’re as stupid as Moretti.”
Carter’s face is still painted with a look of confusion as he attempts to think of who has been booked tonight.
Newfield: “Alyas, you fucking idiot. BROCK ALYAS. You know…the guy you hired me to come in and take out? Dude, what’s up with you? You hire me to take a guy out, but don’t keep track of when he’s competing?”
Carter: “Okay, okay…so it was a small oversight by me. It happens to everyone.”
Newfield: “Sure, whatever. Anyway, all I’m going to do is take this peon out tonight, and that gets me one step closer to taking Alyas out. Let’s face it, no one is stopping either of us in this tournament…
…well, not until we face each other. Then we ALL know who’s coming out on top during that one.”
A smile lights up Sonny’s face.
Newfield: “So about this Hostile Violence deal. I’ve got an idea…”
Carter: “Great, let’s hear it.”
LAS VEGAS TOURNAMENT QUARTER-FINAL MATCH
Peter Gilmour vs. El Gimicko
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.
The lights go completely out, as an eerie silence fills the arena. Suddenly, a bright red haze fills the arena, and the haunting organ and pumping bass of “From the Cradle to Enslave” by Cradle of Filth shoot out of the arena’s sound system. From the entrance comes “The Hell Spawn Executioner” El Gimicko, and his manager, El Traductor. They walk slowly down towards the ring, looking as dark and menancing as possible. El Gimicko hisses at the fans.
SCCRRRCCCCCCHHHHH
“Well… I’ve seen Fire and I’ve Seen Rain…”
Apparently, someone mixed up the tapes. El Gimicko and El Traductor look at each, shrug, and make their way into the ring, trying to look as dark as possible over the crooning and relaxing melody of the 60’s folk sensation. They enter the ring, and El Gimicko lets blood spill from his mouth just as James Taylor sings about the magic of Airplanes.
The bell rings for the match to start and El Gimicko quickly grabs hold of a steel chair and stares down his opponent Peter Gilmour. El Gimicko tries to out Gilmour, but as Gilmour glares back at him El Gimicko seems to lose his nerve as he throws the chair down and runs away from Peter Gilmour! The fans pop as Peter Gilmour runs after El Gimicko who sprints around the ring screaming Spanish and trying to avoid the grasp of Peter Gilmour!
Gilmour finally grabs hold of El Gimicko and takes him down to the mat with a spear, before grabbing a glass light tube from the side of the ring. Gilmour swings the glass tube in the direction of El Gimicko, but he rolls out of the way causing the glass to shatter all over the mat. El Gimicko rises to his feet and hits Gilmour with a snap suplex onto the broken glass which leads to a scream of pain from Gilmour as the glass punctures the skin on his back. El Gimicko pulls Gilmour up to his feet and quickly tosses him into the corner of the ring, on the side of the ring where the ropes aren’t covered with barbed wire.
El Gimicko quickly grabs a table from the side of the ring and sets it up in the opposite corner, before grabbing hold of the arm of Gilmour and pulling him out of the corner to the middle of the ring. With Gilmour still looking in pain, El Gimicko tries to send him into the corner, however Gilmour counters with a belly to back suplex that sends El Gimicko through the table in the corner of the ring! The fans of the sVo are on their feet as they have seen nothing like this before as Gilmour pulls El Gimicko out of the wreckage of the broken table!
Gilmour pulls El Gimicko to the side of the ring before tossing him into the barbed wire ropes. El Gimicko holds his hands up in pain as the barbed wire pulls at his skin as he tries to edge away from the side of the ring. Gilmour quickly takes advantage with a bulldog takedown onto the broken glass in the centre of the ring, a move that seems to hurt both wrestlers. El Gimicko and Gilmour slowly stagger up to their feet as they both make their way to opposite corners of the ring to grab hold of weapons. El Gimicko grabs hold of a barbed wire bat as Peter Gilmour lays his hands on a steel chair! Gilmour quickly charges at El Gimicko with the steel chair, but El Gimicko kicks Gilmour in the gut causing him to drop the chair and double over with pain.
El Gimicko drops his weapon and tries to run away from Peter Gilmour, quickly climbing out of the ring! Peter Gilmour rises up to his feet and shouts at El Gimicko to get back into the ring, but El Gimicko shakes his head! Gilmour leans over the ropes and tries to tell El Gimicko to get back into the ring, but as he does El Gimicko jumps up and pulls Gilmour head down into the ropes! Gilmour drops down and El Gimicko takes advantage with a springboard drop kick to his throat!
El Gimicko rolls back into the ring as Petyer Gilmour rises to his feet enraged with the death match not going as he had imagined! Gilmour quickly grabs hold of the barbed wire bat and quickly runs at El Gimicko. El Gimicko runs away from Gilmour for a few seconds, before Gilmour is able to back El Gimicko into the corner of the ring! With El Gimicko trapped, Gilmour tries to hit him with the barbed wire bat, but as he does El Gimicko drops down and slides through the legs of Gilmour, who hits the ropes with the bat which causes the bat to bounce back and hit him in the face! Gilmour knocks himself out as he drops to the floor, giving El Gimicko the chance he needs! El Gimicko quickly climbs to the top rope as he is cheered on by the sVo fans. El Gimicko stands on the top rope and quickly leaps onto Gilmour with a ‘Grave Digger Senton’ before going for the cover!
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3!!
This one is all over, and it’s the unlikely hero El Gimicko who has picked up the win and advanced in the sVo Las Vegas tournament!
RESULT: El Gimicko def. Peter Gilmour via pinfall
THE NEVER ENDING STORY
We’re backstage at the Goodfellas Casino, in the locker room that’s been set aside for the man known as The Storyteller. Currently, the room consists of The Storyteller, Johnny, and Petey… but a knock at the door means that someone else is about to join them. As Johnny stands up and opens the door, he is rendered speechless at the sight of Katie Smith, who stands with a smile.
Struggling to find the words — _any_ words — Johnny resorts to hand motions, signaling at the sVo Interviewer to enter the room. Unfortunately, Smith’s smile slowly turns concerned, as she stares at The Storyteller, who currently pays her no attention as he listens to some music on a pair of headphones. Seeing Johnny’s struggle to maintain composure, he stands and greets Smith.
P – “Good evening, Miss Smith, it’s nice to meet you.”
KS – “Thanks.”
P – “I’m Petey McDaniels, this is Johnny Starks, and over there is Michael Morgan… err, The Storyteller. We’re glad you could come on such short notice, I know it was a last minute deal.”
KS – “It’s no problem. It’s my job, after all.”
The sound of uneasy laughter emanates from Katie Smith, whose eyes are still locked upon The Storyteller. It’s a mixture of awe, confusion, and fear… nothing that anyone else wouldn’t feel in the presence of a man harnessed to a gurney. Johnny motions for Smith to take a seat, taking one himself as Petey also sits. Smith, however, stands, hoping for a very short visit.
P – “Don’t worry about him, he’s harmless. I know that it’s a bit strange, but he’s really a kind-hearted man despite his previous troubles. Plus, he’s still coming down from sedatives.”
KS – “I’m sorry for my demeanour, I’m normally a lot more spunky. But in my experience I don’t think I’ve ever been in the same room with a mental patient, _especially_ one that went on a bloody rampage. So please, excuse me if I’m a bit apprehensive. I’ll calm down very shortly.”
J – “Can I get you anything? Water? Juice? Dinner?”
Johnny immediately realizes that he’s said too much, and turns a deep shade of red. Smith, who isn’t sure whether to be scared or flattered, just shakes her head. Petey turns toward Johnny, mouthing the word “smooth,” before turning his attention back to Smith. An uncomfortable silent period ensues, so quiet that even the muffled sound from the headphones is somewhat audible.
KS – “So what can I do for you?”
P – “Well, originally we asked for Jimmy Moretti himself, but he said he was busy with ‘more important things.’ However, he did say that he wouldn’t forget about us, and offered to have someone come down here and let us speak our minds… of course, this is where you come in…”
J – “And here you are.”
P – “Umm… yeah. We won’t waste any more of your time than we already have, so we’ll get right into it. Though our client wasn’t successful in his debut on the last Showdown, we believe that he’s got what it takes to represent sVo at the Hostile Violence event. We want him on the show.”
KS – “I’m not really sure what I can do, since I don’t make decisions, but I’ll let Jimmy know about your request. He will, however, require that The Storyteller show his desire to be on the show, and is proper sVo material to take on a challenger from Hostility. That’s what I advise.”
J – “Don’t you worry, Miss Smith, he’ll show that tonight against Alex Cross.”
Smith looks over at The Storyteller, who is still in a sedated state and enjoying his music. A forced, uneasy smile purses her lips as she saunters towards the door. Before turning the door handle, she turns back around and addresses Johnny and Petey, who are quick to return her gaze.
KS – “I’d hope so… I’d hate to put in a good word for someone who won’t come through.”
With a wink and a seductive smile, Smith opens the door and walks out, as Johnny’s jaw drops. As the door closes, the two men look at one another, then over at The Storyteller. By this time, he looks back at them, his headphones off and a confused look on his face. They smile at the sight.
J – “I hope he’s ready for tonight.”
P – “Oh, he’s ready.”
LAS VEGAS TOURNAMENT QUARTER-FINAL MATCH
Joseph Stryker vs. C.J Newfield
The lights begin to shimmer as the bass of Stryker’s music bounces the floor. The electric guitar is shredding hard and breaking and continuing it’s brutal sound. Smoke pours all around as some begin to gasp for air due to their asthma. The lights flick to complete darkness and as Joe Stryker makes his way down the entrance ramp, he stalls and waits as golden misk sparkles all around him. “All Natural” Joseph Stryker shines onto the tron, and he finishes his way up to the ring, slowly, walking around all four corners giving the fans at each direction a smile and flex.
The lights cut out in the arena, prompting the fans in attendance respond with a chorus of screams. “Remedy” by Seether explodes from the PA system as the arena is illuminated with green and gold lights. Special gold spotlights highlight the entranceway as a figure makes its way out into the spotlight. Head down, the figure strikes a statue-esque pose, arms straight out from his sides in a cross figure, before lifting his chin to reveal himself as the “Underground Phenom” CJ Newfield.
Newfield slowly saunters his way towards the ring, peering around the arena, taking in the moment while his name is announced over the PA.
CJ slides into the ring and takes his place atop one of the ring posts, striking the same pose as he did to signal his arrival. Dismounting himself from the turnbuckle, CJ once again peers around the arena awaiting his opponent as the lights return to normal.
The referee calls for the bell to be rung and CJ Newfield and Stryker get their Las Vegas tournament match underway with a tie up in the centre of the ring. Stryker begins to push Newfield back into the corner, but Newfield shows off his power by scooping up Stryker and tossing him down to the mat with a scoop slam. With Stryker on the mat, Newfield bounces out of the ring and hits him with an elbow drop to take the early advantage in the match. Stryker quickly gets back up to his feet, but Newfield grabs hold of him and throws him into the ropes. Stryker bounces back, but as he does he knocks Newfield down to the mat with a clothesline.
Newfield stumbles up to a standing position, but Stryker nails him with a kick to the midsection before bouncing into the ropes and taking Newfield down to the mat with a hurricanrana. The crowd cheer for the high impact move from Stryker, as he slowly rises up to his feet to soak in the adulation. Newfield is also soon up to his feet and he runs at his opponent looking for a clothesline. However Stryker ducks out of the way of the clothesline and takes Newfield down with a side Russian leg sweep. With Newfield down on the mat, Stryker soon turns his attention to the corner of the ring, where he begins to climb the turnbuckle! The fans cheer as Stryker quickly reaches the top rope and leaps towards Newfield looking for a twisting splash, however Newfield is able to roll out of the way causing Stryker to crash and burn!
The crowd boo as Newfield pulls himself up to his feet and begins to put the boots into the downed Stryker. Stryker begins to make his way back up to his feet, however Newfield grabs him by the hair and slams him head first into the turnbuckle. Stryker stumbles backwards and Newfield takes his opponent down to the mat hard and a German suplex! Stryker hits the mat hard neck first as Newfield quickly makes the cover.
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No! Stryker gets a shoulder up off of the mat just before the three can be counted by the referee! Newfield quickly rises to his feet and is soon followed up by Stryker. Newfield nails Stryker with a kick to the midsection before throwing him to the mat with a belly to back suplex. The fans boo the continued offence from the powerful Newfield, but the Sonny Carter recruit doesn’t seem to care as he lays into Stryker with some clubbing blows. Stryker tries to get up to his feet, but he is quickly taken down to the mat with a snap suplex from CJ Newfield, who then floats over to make the cover on Stryker again. 1.. 2.. No! Once again Stryker’s shoulder comes shooting up off of the mat and the match continues! Newfield pulls Stryker into the corner and begins to lay into him with punches to the midsection. Stryker drops to a sitting position in the corner and Newfield retreats a few steps before running and smashing his knee in the face of Stryker.
Stryker quickly jumps to his feet and takes down Newfield with some hard right hands. Newfield struggles back up to his feet and throws a right hook of his own at Stryker, however Stryker ducks and hits a German suplex on Newfield! With Newfield down, Stryker hits stomps to the back of his neck before allowing him back up to his feet. Stryker quickly hits a kick to the midsection causing Newfield to double over, before positioning him for a powerbomb. Stryker tries to pull Newfield up for the powerbomb, however Newfield counters with a back drop out of no where! Stryker struggles up to his feet, but Newfield returns the favour with a kick to the midsection on his opponent! As Stryker doubles over Newfield steps over him and nails him with the ‘Indie Cutter’! Newfield quickly makes the cover following the finishing move.
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3!!
This one is all over, and despite an impressive performance from Stryker, its CJ Newfield who progresses in the sVo Las Vegas tournament.
RESULT: CJ Newfield def. Joseph Stryker via pinfall
Making Good Work of the Anthony Smit—I Mean, Guarantee
Still standing in the ring after winning the first round of the Las Vegas tournament, Newfield demands to be given a microphone and is granted with one.
Newfield: “Did I, or did I not make a guarantee yesterday? And did I, or did I not come through with it?
That’s right. The answers to those questions are yes and yes.”
A chorus of boos start to emerge from the crowd. Nobody wants to listen to Newfield brag about beating, well let’s face it, a nobody. Newfield doesn’t try to confront the boos, but instead basks in them, as though they are cheering for him.
Newfield: “Yes I know, you all hate me. And for good reason, I guess. I’m trying to run your beloved owner, Jimmy Moretti, out of Las Vegas. But to be honest, I could care less about whether you care or not.
One day, you all will cheer for me. When I beat Mike Best for the sVo Championship, you will all convert and bow down to the greatest wrestler to step foot in an sVo ring. The only reason you won’t embrace me now is because the truth hurts. You don’t want to admit that right now, you’re in the midst of one of the greatest wrestlers in this industry today.
Mark my words…this Las Vegas Tournament? This is just a stepping stone to the ultimate reality of me dethroning Best as sVo Champion. Until then, I’ll just tear my way through the bullshit competition that Moretti throws at me until he finally gives in and gives me the title shot that I will truly deserve.”
By now, the entire arena is filled with the sound of boos, almost to the point of not being able to hear what the Underground Hero is saying.
Newfield: “Just wait and see. Soon this will all come true and you’ll love me. And soon I will be crowned the sVo Champion…
…and yes, if you’re wondering, that was ANOTHER guarantee.”
“Remedy” by Seether resumes playing over the PA system as Newfield strikes his statue-esque pose in the middle of the ring in front of his thousands and thousands of adoring fans screaming and begging for his autograph.
Or maybe they just want him to die. Either way, Newfield doesn’t care, and is on his way to round 2 of the Las Vegas Tournament on Showdown #12.
PLAYBOY
The sVo camera’s catch up with Johnny All-Star as he makes his way into his locker room earlier in the evening. All-Star drops his duffle and his eyes bug out of his head as soon as he enters the room.
JAS – What the hell?
A startled JD James wearing a three piece suit instead of his usual jeans and a sport jacket spins around, a fresh bouquet of long stemmed roses in hand, and a smile from ear to ear.
JDJ – What?
JAS – You’re already here.
All-Star then motions up and down with his hand at the suit.
JAS – And what’s with the monkey suit?
Almost physically impossibly JD smiles even wider.
JDJ – Hostility’s here tonight.
All-Stars brows furrow as he stares at his mentor and friend.
JAS – You’re excited because Hostility is here.
JD lays the flowers on a nearby table as he walks over to All-Star and lays his hands on his shoulders.
JDJ – Yes. I get to see that lovely Kathryn Velmont-Thomas again.
All-Star removes his friend’s hands from his shoulders.
JAS – The Benedict Bitch! Really JD, c’mon. I know I told you that you need to get back into the dating game but this is ridiculous. The girls like old enough to be your daughter ….
JD cuts All-Star off mid sentence.
JDJ – What, you don’t think “The Playboy” has it anymore? Let me assure you “The Playboy” still has it ….. In spades junior.
All-Star rolls his eyes as he picks up his duffle and heads towards the change room leaving JD alone in the main room.
JAS – Whatever you say “Playboy”, I just think you’re heading for trouble with this one.
LAS VEGAS TOURNAMENT QUARTER-FINAL MATCH
Alex Ross vs. The Storyteller
“Breaking The Law” by Judas Priest blasts through the PA system. The lights dim and at the entranceway a spotlight shines gold through fog. Alex Ross, in a gold suit with white pinstripes, emerges from the curtain and raises his right arm into the air. He makes his way down the isle and climbs the ring stairs. Once through the ropes, Ross steps up to the top rope and taunts the crowd. He hops down and slips his jacket off, tossing it ringside.
Cue “Push It (JB’s Death Trance Mix)” by Static X as the crowd begins to boo loudly. Two orderlies emerge from the back, each of them pulling one side of a gurney. As the gurney makes it way out from the back, the orderlies raise it so that The Storyteller comes into full view. He’s strapped down to the gurney by leather straps, and is also bound with a mask on his face and a straightjacket. As he’s wheeled to the ring, he fights to escape as the people boo.
Reaching the ringside area, the orderlies stop the gurney and undo the straps, then grab The Storyteller by each arm and forcefully lead him into the ring. The fans continue their assault, the orderlies try to quiet them, but it only fuels their fire. The orderlies try to calm The Storyteller before undoing the jacket, pulling out their electric “shock sticks” to taunt him. With The Storyteller subdued, they release him, then quickly leave the ring to let him fight.
The bell sounds.
Alex Ross and The Storyteller begin the match by coming face to face. The Storyteller shoves his opponent’s face back as Alex doesn’t take too kind to it as he knee’s The Storyteller in the mid section. Ross now tackles The Storyteller down and begins to throw right hands to his facial area as the referee tries to break them apart. Alex Ross however backs off but goes right back to the attack as he begins to lay down boots on The Storyteller who rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside floor.
The referee begins to make a count as The Storyteller starts to walk around the ring side area while Alex Ross watches on and decides to follow him out there.
1…..
2…..
3…..
4…..
The Storyteller does not take notice of Alex Ross who continues to follow him as Ross clubs him from behind with a axe handle smash. The Storyteller falls to down on the outside floor.
5…..
6…..
Alex Ross now picks up The Storyteller and rams his back into the ring apron. He then throws a few right hand punches to his face but The Storyteller reverses it with some open hand chops as the count continues.
7…..
8…..
He now takes Alex Ross and tosses him under the bottom rope and back into the squared circle of the Sanctioned Violence Organisation. He follows his opponent inside and goes for a quick cover.
1
2
Only a two count though. The Storyteller now picks up Alex Ross and whips him into the corner. He follows him in and clobbers him with a big splash maneuver. Alex Ross is dazed and begins to step out from the corner. The Storyteller now grabs him from the side and puts him down on the ring mat with a side walk slam. He hooks the leg of the newcomer and goes for a pinfall attempt.
1..
2..
Still nothing more then a two count. The fans seem to be getting restless with this match as they want a winner, but nothing just yet. Both men are giving it what they’ve got and more. We now see The Storyteller picking up Alex Ross again who begins to fight his way back into this match.
He throws right hands to his abdomen area and then stands up as he grabs the face of The Storyteller and brings him down with a chin buster. The Storyteller holds his chin as Alex Ross climbs up on the middle turnbuckle and jumps off at The Storyteller with a clothesline that knocks him down. Alex Ross now goes for the pin after hooking his leg.
1..
2..
The Storyteller begins to crawl away after the pinfall attempt made by his opponent Alex Ross. Ross begins to get up as he goes at The Storyteller who boots him in the mid section. He then grabs Alex Ross and tosses him to the ropes. Ross comes back and is choked across the neck by him with both of his hands.
The Storyteller continues to choke him as the referee begins a count. Before he can reach a five count though, The Storyteller pushes Alex Ross to the ropes breaking the choke hold but Alex Ross returns back to him as The Storyteller picks him up with both of his hands and drops him down between his legs for a two handed choke slam.
The Fall of the Antagonist!
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2…
3!!!
RESULT: The Storyteller def. Alex Ross via pinfall
SPICE UP YOUR LIFE
*The sVo tron suddenly lights up and we are taken backstage where we see “The Best Around”, Psyko Stevo, himself entering the arena. Stevo has his sVo International title over his left shoulder and in his right hand is a black duffel bag which has the words “The past is indestructible” etched in white across the side. As Stevo enters the scene we see a young boy run up to him and start a conversation.*
Boy: Hey, you’re Psyko Stevo! My dad works with the sVo, will you sign my autograph!?
*Stevo looks down at the boy and smiles*
Stevo: Sure, no problem at all!
*Stevo scribbles his name onto a piece of paper and hands it to the boy, who runs off with joy. Suddenly and without warning, everyone’s favourite white boy, Howie Banks comes walking around the corner humming an unfamiliar tune. Banks stops in his track when he notices Stevo.*
Howie: Hey Stevo!
Stevo: Were you just singing the Spice Girls?
Howie: What? No! What’s going on?
*Stevo shrugs his shoulders and tosses his duffel bag at Banks, who catches it out of instinct.*
Howie: Huh?
Stevo: Take that to my dressing room, I have a couple of people to talk to and I can’t be delayed.
*Stevo starts to walk off in the other direction as Banks speaks…*
Howie: I’m not your bellhop!
*Stevo doesn’t even turn around as he keeps walking off in the opposite direction. Howie Banks finally looks down at the bag and shrugs his shoulders.*
Howie: Dammit… I’m the Hardcore champ, I don’t need to do this!
*Banks throws the duffel bag onto the floor and starts to walk away. He gets about three steps, then he looks back.*
Howie: Well, I didn’t really have anything better to do…
*Banks walks over towards the bag and picks it up.*
Howie: He better appreciate this though!
*The cameras fade to black as Banks walks off in the direction of Psyko Stevo’s lockeroom.*
LAS VEGAS TOURNAMENT QUARTER-FINAL MATCH
Brock Alyas vs. Night
Just as the action backstage cut… the fans were greeted with the final quarter-final match up for the Las Vegas Championship…
“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 fans give a little reaction for the newcomer here in sVo.
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 seamlessly, he moves deceptively quickly to the ring, sliding deliberately and headfirst into the ring.
The sound is cut… the lights are slowly dimmed to complete darkness and the pyrotechnics are in perfect correlation with the PA as it’s punished with the baseline of “Would” by Alice in Chains, signaling the entrance of sVo’s Juggernaut, Brock Alyas. Brock keeps the fans waiting and only shows his face when the powerful voice of Layne Staley begins his chorus….
INTO THE FLOOD AGAIN
SAME OLD TRIP IT WAS BACK THEN
SO I MADE A BIG MISTAKE
SO TRY AND SEE IT ONCEE MY WAYYY
The fans give huge reaction for the Juggernaut, most likely because he’s facing a new comer here and the sVo fans got a taste of what he can bring to this place. Brock makes his way to the ring with a defined swagger in his steps. Alyas looks past the fans with a grim smirk on his face, his eyes on the prize in the center of the arena, within the ring… staring daggers through the masked eyes of Night., The monster of a man steps through the second and third rope and leans on a corner turnbuckle in anticipation of the warfare to begin…
In the ring, there is an intense stare-down as the two combatants here size each other up while the referee for the night tells them the rules of the ring and what the purpose of the match is.
For Brock, he still has a bitter taste in his mouth from his match-up with sVo Superstar, Pysko Stevo. He could not believe he came in to make his debut and lost like that, after being so prepared. You better believe he is going to put everything on the line towards his success here in the sVo.
For Night, it’s hard to tell what this man’s thinking… he’s very mysterious in not only his appearance but his body language within. You can tell he’s either extremely nervous for wrestling for the first time in Nevada or he’s going through a panic attack because he is constantly pacing in the ring while Brock sizes him up.
The bell sounds and Brock wastes no time slamming him to the ground with a huge clothesline that receives a nice pop from the crowd. Alyas jumps on him like a lion and forces Night back to his feet to follow up with a couple punches to the jaw and finally an Irish Whip into the opposing corner turn buckle. Alyas realizes how fast the pace of a match can change with a quick reversal upon following your opponent into the corner, so instead he walks over to him with that swagger of his and delivers a couple straight punches to the gut, using his right and left.
Exasperated, Night falls to the canvas and slides himself out of the ring to keep himself safe from future danger. Brock finds a nice comfy spot on an opposing turnbuckle and Night pulls himself together, hops onto the canvas and as Brock rushes him, the acrobatic skills of the Japanese Wonder are displayed as he jumps onto the third rope 180º and completes a perfect moonsault landing with Brock’s chest and the Juggernaut goes down to the mat hard.
Night seems extremely focused now as he wastes no time in working on the lower body of Alyas, trying to chop the tree down from it’s roots. Night picks Brock’s left leg up to work at his midsection and Brock tries to turn the tables with a stiff heel delivered to Night’s chin, however he telegraphs it the entire way and now has both of Brock’s legs in his tight grip. After a couple mid-section and groin kicks, Night turns Brock around applies a quick figure four leg lock. Brock’s facial expression immediately changes as Night applies an enormous amount of tork on Brocks’ left ankle.
The much larger Alyas finds his way to the ropes and the referee begins his countdown…
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
At which point Night breaks the hold at the last very second and quickly bounces to his feet lifting the Detroit native to his feet. Night sends Brock off the opposing ropes with an Irish Whip and the Juggernaut comes back missing a huge clothesline attempt that shifts the momentum back into Night’s favour as he is flying past from the opposing ropes, leaping in mid air onto Brock’s shoulders like a hurricanarana, however Night slides himself 180º and executes a picture perfect Dragonrana w/ pin. The crowd is in amazement, they’ve never seen this type of high flying action!
1!!!!
2!!!!
No!
Alyas manages to slip out of the roll up and rolls himself back onto his feet. Night is flying at Alyas and he reads the angle perfectly catching Night with a death defying Clothesline from Hell and both combatants fall to the canvas.
Since this is a tournament style match-up, there can be no disqualification through a count-out so the fans are on their feet in anticipation for who will strike first. Alyas shakes the cobwebs out of his hair and slowly rolls to his feet and begins working on the neck of Night. A couple stiff hammer downs to the back of the neck have the fans cringing at Night’s reaction. It’s obvious Alyas has been working hard and fatigue is starting to kick in because he unorthodoxly lifts his opponent in a Gorilla Press and sends him over the ropes.
Surprisingly, Night begins to stir rather quickly but his reaction to the blow is hardly to strike back right away. Brock is staring at the man in the middle of the ring and it looks as if Night is having a struggle to keep himself together. He keeps pulling at his hair outside the ring and looks underneath the ring to find a foreign object. The fans are really wondering about him as he keeps muttering under his breath in Japanese.
The man known as Night finds a metal chair beside the announcers table and it appears he has bad intentions as he brings it with him in the ring. Brock once again goes for the clothesline from Hell attempt however Night ducks that and the momentum of both men carry themselves back to the middle of the ring where Night uses the chair to his advantage.
WHAMMM!
The referee for the match is sent to the canvas immediately. Brock notices this and sends a stiff shoulder into the turned away body of Night as he assesses the damage done on the referee. The body of Night is sent back to outside the ring where he is once again appearing to have an emotional struggle looking for more weapons. Alyas waits for him in the ring as Night finds the official bell and brings the small but rather dangerous weapon into the ring with him. Alyas telegraphs the huge swing of the weapon and bounces off the opposing ropes to come back and demoralize Night’s hopes and dreams with a spear from Hell.
WHAMMM!
The fans give a huge pop for this spot and the impact in which the spear was applied and begin cheering,
“SVO! SVO! SVO!”
Alyas looks up at the crowd with a disturbing grin and lifts his opponent back to his feet by his long hair. Night’s limp body is hoisted onto Brock’s shoulders torture-rack style and Brock then swings the momentum of Night’s body turning him feet first into a huge clothesline/rock bottom finish… and just as Alyas’ finishing maneuver is applied, the referee begins to stir from the huge collision with a metal chair delivered by Night.
THE CAREER ENDER!
1…
2…
3…
This one was over and in the books, but there was no bell to signal the end of the match. The sVo fans stand to their feet as Brock Alyas showers in the glory of his very first victory in the sVo. “Would” by Alice in Chains begins to blast the PA system and Alyas hoists himself onto a turnbuckle lifting both hands in the air and it’s obvious this was something long overdue for the Detroit Lion. A huge smile wouldn’t leave the face of Alyas all night, either.
Night, on the other hand is beginning to stir within the ring as Alyas makes his way backstage, actually slapping the hands of few fans. Unfortunately, he’s eliminated from the Las Vegas Invitational but he is by no means done here in the sVo, and something tells me that wasn’t the last of the acrobatic stunts we’ll see out of this young man’s career.
RESULT: Brock Alyas def. Night via pinfall
OPTIONS
Once again the sVo cameras head backstage. Johnny All-Star is walking down a long corridor rolling his shoulders breathing heavily, the anticipation building for the main event when Sonny Carter walks into the shot cutting All-Star off. Carter smirks as he is flanked by CJ Newfield and The Executioner Peter Gilmour. All-Star straightens out sticking his chin forward as he looks from Newfield to Gilmour, and finally to Carter as a grin appears on his face.
JAS – What can I do ya for Sonny?
The smirk disappears from Carters face to be replaced by a look of dead seriousness. The two men behind him standing behind him menacingly cutting daggers into All-Star.
SC – I want you to reconsider Johnny. You hate Moretti as much as I do. I can get you another title shot Johnny, and if you insist, there will be no interference.
All-Star rubs his protruding chin, mockingly in deep thought.
JAS – The way I see it Sonny you need me more than I need you. I mean sure you got ….
All-Star motions between Gilmour and Newfield.
JAS – Fugley and Dumbly there, but that’s two against a whole roster.
With that statement Gilmour and Newfield advance on All-Star, whose fists begin to ball up ready for a pre-match rumble.
Carter holds his hands out signalling for the men to hold their ground.
SC – Lets hear him out.
All-Star loosens his fists.
JAS – I’ll think about it Sonny, but I can’t guarantee anything.
Johnny shoulders past the three men and continues down the hallway. As he walks a few more feet Jimmy Moretti steps into the shot cutting him off.
JAS – Jesus H. Christ. Am I ever gonna make it to the ring.
JM – Listen All-Star I heard your little conversation with Carter there. The way I see it you have two options me or him. With this whole Hostility thing going on we need everyone we can get. I’d be willing to make it worth your while. So like I said you have two options, make the right one.
Not wasting anymore time with words Moretti walks out of the shot as All-Star is left standing there.
JAS – Two options eh Jimmy. I always like to think there’s always a third option.
EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Mike Best, Spring Heeled Jack, Joey Peyton & Orlando Fox vs. Psyko Stevo, Howie Banks, Johnny All Star & Jay Wildman
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.
Fallin’ asleep at the wheel again baby,
You’re driftin’ over the line (the line) Yeah.
Your hands are tight but you’re losin’ grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?
Thumbin’ your way to Vegas, dirty
And Dreamin’ of the other side…
Save your tears and laughter because
It doesn’t matter what you find
‘Pretty Vegas’ hits the sound system and there is a mixed reaction from the crowd as the former sVo International Champion Johnny All Star steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp! All Star holds his arms high in the air, before slowly making his way down the entrance ramp and sliding into the ropes. All Star once again raises his arms high into the air as he leans forward against the ropes, causing a burst of pyros to shoot up behind him. All-Star talks to Banks as the next entrance music hits.
I been taking all the silver
I been saving all the gold
I’m gonna stuff it down the throat
Of a week old corpse
Save that doggone soul
I been saving up my pain
I’m gonna give it back in spades
I been strangling the cries
From the murder of love
Save your soul tonight
Bodies by Danzig hits the sound system and boos begin to ring out around the arena for sVo’s Norwegian superstar Jay Wildman. Wildman raises his hands up into the air as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp and pyros shoot up alongside the entrance ramp. Wildman then begins to slowly walk down the entrance ramp before rolling into the ring. Wildman climbs up onto the second rope to signal to the fans again, before pyros once again shoot up around the ringside arena to announce Wildman’s entrance to the ring. Wildman hops down and waits over in the corner, gazing intently at the entryway.
“Sensation washes over me
I can’t describe it
Pain I felt so long ago
I don’t remember
Tear a hole so I can see
My devastation
Feelings from so long ago
I don’t remember”
“Remember” by Disturbed hits the sound system and the anticipation in the arena grows as a flash of pyros welcomes the arrival of ‘the best around’ Psyko Stevo in the sVo entrance ramp! Stevo raises his hands in the air to taunt the fans before slowly making his way down the steel ramp towards the ring. Halfway down the ramp Stevo stops and poses once again for the fans, with another burst of golden pyros firing up into the air behind him as he does. ‘The Ironman’ then slides into the ring and bounces on the second rope to once again signal to the crowd, before retreating to the corner of the ring for some last minute warm ups before the match gets underway.
“Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin’ that trash we’ll pull ya cord
Knowin’ nuthin’ in life but tah be legit
Don’t quote me boy ‘cuz I ain’t said shit”
Boyz-N-Tha-Hood by Eazy E hits the sound system and the fans boo as Orlando Fox slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. Fox raises his sVo Hardcore Championship belt in the air as he walks down towards the ring whilst staring out members of the audience at ringside. Fox soon rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and steps onto the bottom rope before performing his signature taunt to the crowd, which brings out even more boos for Fox!
The demon in your mind will rape you in your bed at night
The wisdom of ages, the lies and outrages concealed
Time it waits for no man
My future, it is revealed
Time it waits for no man
My fate is sealed
If I cancel tomorrow, the undead will thank me today
Fly in the face of your prophets, I mock your morality plays
The moon is red and bleeding
The sun is burned and black
The book of life is silent
No turning back
Fog rolls over the curtain and down the ramp. The lights snap to a hellish combination of reds and oranges. Through the veil of swirling fog ‘the dark jester’ Spring Heeled Jack prances out onto the ramp, twirling a flaming baton. The silver bells on his boots and cap jingle merrily. Skipping down to the ring Jack tosses the baton high and does a quick handspring before catching it and stamping the butt end of it on the ramp. The flames are extinguished. Spring Heeled Jack hops up onto the ring and vaults the ropes to land lightly on the canvass.
“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.
“Work it
Make it
Do it
Makes us
Harder
Better
Faster
Stronger”
The lights dim slowly in the arena as the Tron flares to life, an image of two dice roling towards the front of the screen. They come rolling to a stop on snake eyes, before the dots fade into the word “Mike” on one die and “Best” on the other. The dice explode into a highlight video as “Stronger” by Kanye West blares over the speakers, the bass shaking the arena Gold pyro explodes in the entranceway and the fans begin to boo and jeer, screaming insults as the confident face of ‘The Mike Effect’ Michael Best appears from behind the curtain. He raises two fingers to his lips, blowing a kiss out into the crowd as they hurl obscenities back in his direction. Mike stops 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 makes his way down the ramp, rolling gingerly into the ring and stretching out as he awaits the start of the match.
The eight men stand in the ring after all of the entrance music has played, each side deciding on who will start the match. After much debate, it appears to be Fox against Banks. Banks and Fox meet eye to eye in the center of the ring, talking smack to each other. Banks then takes a step back and points to Best, wanting him to come into the ring. Best shakes his head and points to Fox, but before Banks can respond, Fox jumps at Banks and hits him over and over with rights. Banks gets pressed up against the ropes before Fox grabs Banks arm and whips him across the ring. Banks springs back, ducks under a clothesline attempt by Fox, hits the opposite set of ropes, springs back and nails a shoulder tackle of his own. Banks quickly drops a few elbows to the chest of Fox before getting up to his feet and celebrating a bit. As Banks celebrates, Fox scrambles over to his corner and blindly swings his hand, tagging in Peyton. Peyton quickly runs in and blasts Banks in the back of the head with a huge clothesline of his own, stopping for a moment to taunt Banks’ teammates.
Wildman steps out and tries to go after Peyton but the ref stops him, ordering him to return to his corner. While the distraction continues, Peyton picks Banks up to his feet and walks him over to the friendly corner, allowing Fox and Jack to hold Banks’ arms back while Peyton and Best gang up with alternating punches. Wildman get back into his corner and the ref turns just in time to watch Banks fall face first to the mat while Peyton holds his arms over his head and swears innocence. Peyton picks Banks up to his feet and punches him into the corner, then starts the barrage of lefts and rights to the gut and the face. The ref counts to four before Peyton takes a step back. As he holds his arms up, Jack makes a blind tag of his own. Peyton looks a little upset that Jack tagged himself in, letting him know with some choice words.
Jack taunts Banks for a moment, grabs Banks arm and moves him out from the corner. Jack hits a side Russian leg sweep, quickly gets up and motions for the Cyclown. Jack scurries up the turnbuckle and makes the jump, but Banks manages to move out of the way just before Jack hits him. Jack starts to writhe on the mat in pain as Banks tries to get up to his feet. Peyton quickly jumps out from his corner but the ref stops him, ordering him back to his corner. Banks quickly stumbles his way over to his own corner and tags in Johnny All-Star. All-Star tries to get his hands on Jack but the ref turns around and tells All-Star to return to his own corner. All-Star protests the decision, insisting that he was tagged in but the ref says that he never saw the tag. While the furious debate continues, Fox and Peyton run around the opposite sides of the ring and pull Wildman and Stevo off of the apron. The ref starts to admonish the attack, allowing Best to run over, grab Banks and do a hip toss over the rope and to the mat. Banks lands hard, clearly in pain as he writhes on his own.
Best grabs Jack and hastily places him over Banks, quickly returning to his corner along with Peyton and Fox. The ref spots the pin attempt and counts.
1…
2…
Kick out by Banks!
Jack and Banks get up to their feet at the same time and start to exchange right hands with each other. Eventually Banks blocks a few of Jack’s shots and builds up some momentum. Banks staggers Jack in the middle of the ring and runs to the ropes near his own corner, but just before he springs off of the ropes, All-Star makes a blind tag. The ref calls All-Star the legal man as Banks springs off of the ropes towards Jack. Jack quickly jumps over the charging Banks, waits for him to return to him and nails a quick modified frankensteiner. Jack hooks the leg of Banks, but the ref doesn’t count. Jack lets go of the pin and is about to give the ref a piece of his mind when he is attacked from behind by All-Star.
All-Star pummels Jack to the mat, picks him back up to his feet and hits a German suplex. All-Star doesn’t let go of the hold, hitting another and another rolling suplex and then rolls Jack into a pin. The ref starts the count.
1…
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Save by Fox!
The ref gets up to his feet and orders Fox back into his corner, allowing All-Star a chance to pick Jack back up to his feet and nail a Manhattan drop. Jack dances around a bit, holding onto his groin before falling like a log to the mat. All-Star makes his way over to his corner and tags Stevo in, which allows Stevo to quickly run over to Jack and pick him up to his feet. Stevo hits a few shoulder blocks into the gut of Jack before hitting a release belly to belly suplex. Stevo quickly makes his way over to Jack and pummels him with lefts and rights to the face. The ref starts to count but Best runs in quickly and pulls Stevo off of Jack. Before Stevo can get up to his feet, Best quickly runs back to his corner, barely scrambling out of his grasp. Peyton and Fox block Stevo’s way, both of them talking crap to him. Stevo tries to get around them but is surprised by a quick school boy pin attempt from Jack. The ref makes the count.
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Kick out by Stevo.
Jack jumps up to his feet in a last ditch effort and tags Peyton into the match. Peyton and Stevo get into each others face for a moment before Peyton drops to his knees, acting as if some spittle landed in his eye. Stevo grabbed Peyton by the hair and was about to lay a knee into the face of Peyton, but Peyton blasts Stevo with a lowblow, dropping him to the mat. Peyton quickly makes the pin attempt, placing his feet on the ropes for leverage. The ref makes the count.
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The ref stops the count as he spots Peyton’s feet on the ropes. He admonishes Peyton for the attempted cheating, allowing Jack and Fox to come in and grab Stevo by the ankles, dragging him over to their corner and slamming him groin first to the ring post. Stevo cries out in pain, causing Peyton and the ref to look over. Fox and Jack both hold their hands up and try to look as innocent as they can, but the ref gives them a warning anyway. While the ref warns them for interfering, Peyton quickly picks the hobbled Stevo up to his feet and calls for his finishing move, Bleed Well. Stevo quickly counters it though, slamming Peyton to the mat before hitting a brutal shot to the groin with a closed fist. Peyton screams and coughs loudly, looking as if he might have passed out from the shock. Stevo lets go of Peyton and makes a pin attempt.
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Saved by Best!
Best runs in and kicks Stevo in the back of the head with a drop kick. Best scrambles back to his corner once more as both men lay in the middle of the ring, sucking in air like there was no tomorrow. The ref starts the count and make sit to eight before both men make it to their feet. Peyton and Stevo both make hot tags to their corners, tagging in Jack and Wildman, respectively. Wildman walks in and points to Best, demanding that Jack tag him in. Jack looks at Best who just stands there, glaring at Wildman. Wildman walks over to Jack and pushes him, demanding that he tag in Best. Jack takes a swing at Wildman, but Wildman quickly ducks it and hits a swinging neck breaker. Wildman gets up to his feet and walks over to his opponent’s corner, spitting at Best.
Best looks furious, but Fox and Peyton try to enter the ring. The ref stops them and orders them back to their corner, but this allows All-Star, Stevo and Banks to run around the ring and attack Best. Peyton and Fox pick up on this attempt, but it is too late as Banks and All-Star break off of their attack and goes after Peyton and Fox. Meanwhile Jack makes the tag to Best who had his back to the ring, watching the chaos. Before Best could tag Jack back, Stevo grabs Jack and pulls him out of the ring. Best swears and cautiously steps into the ring while a smiling Wildman watches with intensity. Wildman waves at Best to come at him as the crowd goes wild.
Psyko Stevo charges at Mike Best looking for a clothesline on the sVo Champion, however Best ducks out of the way and Stevo takes out the referee! The referee looks out cold as Jay Wildman spins Mike Best around and nails him with a kick to the midsection. Mike Best doubles over and Jay Wildman takes a few steps back ready to set Best up for his superkick finishing move! Best begins to stand up straight, however before Wildman can leap forward the shocked crowd look round to see Alex Ross leap out of the crowd with a steel chair in his hand! Ross leaps into the ring, and as Wildman begins to charge forward ready to take out the sVo Champion, Ross flattens Wildman with the steel chair! The crowd boo the unprovoked attack from Ross as he stands over Wildman taunting him!
The referee is still down and didn’t see Ross’s actions, therefore Howie Banks takes matters into his own hands as he jumps forward and begins to hammer away with right hands on Alex Ross. Ross and Banks continue to brawl as Best is taken down with a spear from Psyko Stevo. Best slowly rises to his feet, but Psyko Stevo quickly nails him with a snap suplex. Psyko Stevo looks to be gaining momentum as he pulls up Best and throws him into the corner of the ring! Psyko Stevo advances on Best ready to beat him down in the corner, and as he does his team mate Johnny All Star rolls out of the ring and grabs the sVo Championship belt! It looks like All Star is going to help out his team mate Stevo by beating Best with his own title belt. All Star rolls back into the ring as Stevo continues to kick Best, however to everyone’s shock Johnny All Star nails his team mate Psyko Stevo over the back of the head with the sVo Championship!
The fans can’t believe it as Johnny All Star continues to beat down on Psyko Stevo, as on the otherside of the ring Jay Wildman slowly rises to his feet. Wildman is grabbed by Fox, but Orlando Fox misses with a clothesline before being nailed by a superkick from Wildman! Wildman quickly makes the cover on Fox!
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This one is all over and Jay Wildman has picked up the win for his team, despite Johnny All Star attacking his own teammate and helping out Mike Best! The fans are in a state of shock as Showdown #11 goes off of the air with the main event in a state of chaos!
RESULT: Psyko Stevo, Howie Banks, Johnny All Star & Jay Wildman def. Mike Best, Spring Heeled Jack, Joey Peyton & Orlando Fox via pinfall
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