sVo Showdown
1st June 2008
Hampden Park, Glasgow, Scotland
Episode #027
Revenge
As the camera pans around the sold out arena, ‘Pretty Vegas’ by INXS begins to blast out over the sound system as the sVo Showdown opening video rolls on the giant V-Tron! The crowd goes wild for the video, featuring top sVo stars such as Psyko Stevo, Gunner Lang, Night, and Bad Religion in action from last weeks Retribution! As the video begins to come to an end, the cameras begin to pan around the crowd as the fans jump up and down trying to get seen on TV! The announcer’s welcome the fans watching on TV to the latest Showdown episode as the camera pick out various signs in the crowd, including ‘Gunner … You’re My Daddy!’, ‘Bad … Bad … Religion!’, ‘Nighty Night White!’, and ‘Up Yer Kilt Moretti!’. As the official sVo Showdown theme music begins to fade out, the attention of the fans turns towards the V-Tron on the top of the entrance stage as they eagerly anticipate tonight’s action getting underway.
All of a sudden a mixture of different music begins to play as Chris Bond, Gunner Lang and Howie Banks all come walking down towards the ring side by side. The fans are excited for sVo Showdown in Glasgow, Scotland as all three men make it inside of the ring and Howie Banks immediately asks for a microphone as the music fades out and the fans quiet down.
Howie Banks: “You know…”
Before ‘Hollywood’ Howie Banks could go on any further, the fans continued to chant for the three men standing in the ring. A few seconds later and they finally slowed down as Howie left off where he was before.
Howie Banks: “I may have gotten my ass kicked at Retribution by this new found band of misfits … Bad Religion…”
He pauses.
Howie Banks: “But here I am in this ring here tonight in front of thousands upon thousands of wrestling fans ready to put my body on the line one more time!”
‘Hollywood’ leans over the ropes and looks to the stage set up as he continues.
Howie Banks: “I can feel proud of myself and honestly say that I have never been through such hell and brutality before in all of my life. But one thing remains and holds true and that is that yours truly survived Organized Chaos and Bad Religion you may have tried to take me and Gunner Lang out, but you couldn’t get the job done. Because here I am, here is Gunner Lang and here is Chris Bond, united we stand. And someday soon … someday VERY soon, we will get back at you for what you did and what you put us through! Ain’t that right, guys?”
Howie hands the microphone over to Gunner Lang who has been pacing in the ring rubbing his ‘stache. The fans erupt once more as Gunner takes the spotlight. Gunner drops the mic to his side as the fans continue to chant, as he motions his hands for them to quiet down.
Gunner Lang: “What my over eager young friend Howie here is trying to say is … Bad Religion … NOT COOL. Not cool at all. The match was said and done … you won. What exactly did you prove?”
Gunner puts a hand on his hip as he holds the mic out to the fans to which there is a resounding “NOTHING.”, shouted back at him. He pulls the mic back to his mouth smirking.
Gunner Lang: “That’s right dudes … absolutely … nothing. Well wait you did prove one thing. You’re nothing but a bunch of panty waisted pr***’s that have no morals and rely on strength in numbers.”
Lang begins to pace the ring again.
Gunner Lang: “Now I’m not out here to get into a pissing match about who’s the better man Travis, but I did last the entire match, and if memory serves me you didn’t even get the 1 … 2 … 3. That honor belongs to none of Bad Religion. You relied on Night to get the job done for you. So if you ever want to meet in this ring again Mr. Williams man to man … no titles … no Bad Religion … I’m waiting.”
The fans are on their feet as Gunner passes the mic off to Chris Bond.
Chris Bond: “You know, many people seem to forget that I was in two grueling matches at Retribution. I defeated Kelly Flawless after at least two months of him running his mouth, blindsiding and jumping me, and even him desecrating my mother’s corpse.”
As the fans boo, Gunner and Banks look at each other and their face turns sour. Bond continues on.
Chris Bond: “But I beat him. I tossed him around from pillar to post; I threw everything I had at him. I made him pay! And, in what was likely Kelly Flawless’ last match here in the Sanctioned Violence Organization, I got him to tap out. However, I’m not out here to talk about Kelly Flawless tapping out like a little bitch…”
The crowd cheers at the thought of this occurring one more time.
Chris Bond: “No matter the glee that brings anyone and everyone standing here, or sitting out in the seats. No, I’m out here to discuss Religion, more precisely … BAD Religion. Horribly putrid, excruciatingly lame, immensely negative Bad Religion. Mad Maximus, Travis Williams, Lupu–erm, Noir, and our old buddy Anthony Moretti.”
Booing has increased five fold as all four names don’t draw a cheer from the crowd. Not even those random flea bags that are like wrestling groupies cheer for those four douche bags, Bond smiles.
Chris Bond: “What happened after the match was lame. Anthony Moretti had a beef with me, not with Gunner… not with Howie. So the fact that Anthony took out two people who had just put their bodies on the line for the enjoyment of the crowd, truly shows to me the extent to which Bad Religion will go to make names for themselves, be it stealing an election, riding the coattails of another person’s victories, or hell, even some gay circle jerk in the showers after their brutal beat down of my two buddies here.”
Bond points to Gunner and Howie, who by now, are really fuming over what had transpired days before. The crowd chuckles at the last comment.
Chris Bond: “What I’m saying is this Anthony, you got something to say, you know where I’ll be. I’m fine with the fact that we have unfinished business. Good, it’s about time somebody puts you in your place. I’ll be here all night, and I can’t wait to see if you can take care of your own shit. I guess the difference between you and your father is he can stand up for himself. You need somebody clinically insane, one person mildly retarded, and some serious head case to protect you. You know, to be a real boy Anthony, you really gotta grow a pair.”
The crowd cheers as Chris Bond has basically called out Anthony Moretti. Following Bond’s words ‘Bad Religion’ by Godsmack hits the arena and we see none other than Bad Religion leader, Anthony Moretti make his way out onto the ramp way.
Anthony Moretti: “Retribution was the birth place of Bad Religion in the sVo, and no one saw it coming. Not Paige, not Howie Banks, not Gunner Lang and not Chris Bond. For months the foundations of Bad Religion have been laid within the sVo. People like Johnny All Star and JD James were but puppets as they were manipulated and used so much they didn’t even know it. Team Paige might have won Organized Chaos, but the real winners of the night were Bad Religion.”
The crowd boos loudly as Anthony Moretti stands smirking down at the men in the ring.
Anthony Moretti: “You call yourselves tag team champions? You were destroyed by the people that were right under your nose. Ha!”
Anthony Moretti laughs at the top of the entrance ramp as the fans loudly boo him. Howie Banks is ready to speak as Gunner grabs the mic.
Gunner Lang: “You guys outnumbered us and that was the best you could do? Were still here aren’t we? And if I remember correctly Tony I outlasted two of your boys, and actually none of your boys pinned me.”
The crowd gets behind the Tag Team Champions as Anthony Moretti shakes his head and laughs.
Anthony Moretti: “You three would get a beat down even if it was one man against all three of you!”
Immediately after speaking, Moretti grins as he waves from the back towards the ring, and out comes Bad Religion member Noir with what looks like an unconscious JD James draped over his shoulder. The crowd boos the Evolution Cup winner as he stalks towards the ring like he is stalking his prey. Halfway down to the ring he drops JD on the hard unforgiving steel sprinting the rest of the distance sliding into the ring to face Gunner Lang, Howie Banks and Chris Bond! Noir quickly drops Howie Banks with a pair of right hands. As Bond and Gunner approach Noir he slaps Bond across the face and spits in Gunners face. Lang wipes the spit from his face as he looks at Bond. Without even blinking Gunner lands a hard right on Noir and grabs his writs and arm flinging him into a corner followed by his Gunnerstruck splash. As Noir staggers out of the corner Bond hits him with a Rude Awakening. ‘Hollywood’ Howie Banks pushes himself from the mat grabbing the mic cursing under his breath on his way up. Banks spits on the downed Noir and places a few well placed kicks into Noirs side, but Anthony Moretti can do nothing but laugh manically at the top of the entrance ramp.
Gunner Lang slides out of the ring to check on JD as Bond paces the ring taunting and motioning for Moretti to get into the ring. A confused Howie Banks pauses from the beat down that his is giving Noir.
Howie Banks: “What the hell are you laughing at? Your boy is taking the beating of his life time.”
Anthony Moretti nods his head as Banks loses it and continues to beat on Noir as Bond tries to pull him off and Gunner is on the outside attending to JD James.
Anthony Moretti: “And I thank you puppets for the job you have done. Someone believes they are strong enough to follow the Bad Religion, however many are too weak and fall by the wayside.”
Anthony Moretti continues to laugh as he waves goodbye to Noir who is unconscious in the ring! Bond and the Tag Team Champions have got their revenge, but it looks as if it has been decided that Noir is not good enough for Bad Religion before it has even started!
sVo Presents ‘Countdown to Violence’ 2008
29th June 2008
Air Canada Centre, Toronto, Canada
Live On PPV
Time for the Chosen
The matrix code begins to fall down the screen.
“Hide Your Face Forever.
Dream And Search Forever!”
“Open Your Eyes” By Guano Apes begins to play. Smoke begins to fill the stage as 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 stading at the top of the stage with smoke foating 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 fies 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. With the Hardcore title over his shoulder, Eqiunox stands with a microphone in his hand ready to speak.
Joseph Equinox: What’s up Glasgow?
The fans cheer loudly.
Joseph Equinox: Now I’m out here tonight to make a very special annoucement regarding this Hardcore Championsip. Many of you may have noticed small annoucements being posted on our site and our fan zone. So with out any futher waiting, I would like to annouce “The Tournament of the Chosen!”
There is a hushed silence around the arena.
Joseph Equinox: Still wondering? Well on June 29th I shall defend this title at Countdown to Violence. But against who? This is where the tournament comes in to place. Eight me will compete for the chance to face me over the next next couple of weeks. Next week and the week after, there shall be a Hardcore Fatal 4-Way match, then the winners of those matches will square off in a Street Fight with myself as the special referee.
After hearing Equinox explain everything, the fans begins to cheer once again.
Joseph Equinox: And the winner of the final shall face me the following week at Countdown to Violence.
Louder cheers can now be heard.
Joseph Equinox: Now for the eight “chosen” ones, you probably want to know who you are. So next week on Showdown, the first Hardcore Fatal 4-Way match shall consist of Nathan Paradine, Blaze, William Vorheez and….
The crowd wait to see the final man in the match.
Joseph Equinox: …..”The Reflection of Perfection” Cody Williams!
The crowds roar goes off the charts.
Joseph Equinox: As for the other four men. You shall all be told next week if you are participating. Heck I may even change my mind if you make enough noise to me tonight. One week gentlemen to show me what you’ve got.
Equinox raises his hand to quiet the crowd.
Joseph Equinox: “The Tournament of The Chosen” has now begun, the Countdown to Violence is on.
The crowd pop once more as Equinox’x music plays once again and the code falls once more.
Blood is Just Red Sweat
The locker rooms are full of ready competitors for tonight’s edition of Sunday Night Showdown. Everyone has their own routine to get themselves into the “zone” for their matches. Pull ups, sit ups, push ups, and some just sit there, relaxing. Alex Ross is one of those people, in his own little dressing room, sitting in a big leather chair. He’s dressed to fight already, in his white and pink shorts and his boots laced up. He is ready to fight, and it’s only just the beginning. As time goes on, he will become more and more antsy about his upcoming main event versus International Champion Night and Las Vegas Champion Travis Williams. For now, though, he’s just sitting there, thinking.
His silence is broken by a knocking. Ross turns to the door. “Come in.” The door opens and there stands his friend Talon, makeup on and also ready to go.
Talon: Alex, just wanted to wish you luck tonight.
Ross: I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary. I’m ready.
Talon: So I’ve heard. Listen, confidence is a great thing to have, but I think you need to be cautious tonight, I think Williams has something up his sleeve.
Ross: Let him. Whatever happens, the better man will win, which I can promise you will not be Travis Williams. I’m done fucking around with people like him, dude. What is the point in wasting my time? The guy apparently thinks that he is funny or something… He rambles on and on with first grade insults about turds and retards and now the oh-so-original gay jokes. He keeps hammering on those subjects and it’s to the point where even taking notice to the guy makes me the fool.
Talon: Yeah, he seems a little…
Ross: He seems a little like what? He seems a lot like a plethora of new guys coming in. I may be relatively new to the sVo scene, but I am not new to this game. I know how to play it and he’s abusing it. I can’t stand it. The guy is so high on himself that I don’t really think he realizes what he’s saying half the time. Does he think that talking about screwing his fiance on television is cool? How does she feel about that? … And why would I be envious of a guy who is about to sell his soul to the devil? There’s the bad religion, marriage. Joined together under God, for better or for worse. She must not realize that she is in for the worst here, this guy is pathetic.
Talon: Alright, Al… I don’t want you to go off about this… I was just saying.
Ross: You’re right, I’m already doing it again… I’m wasting my time with this guy.
Talon: Yeah, say it till you believe it.
Ross: I’m wasting my time with this guy, I’m wasting my time with this guy…
Talon: Alright well I have a match pretty soon here so I have to go.
Ross: Good luck.
Talon: Oh, I appreciate it… But it isn’t necessary.
Alex Ross rolls his eyes at the blatant mockery and Talon leaves, the door closing behind him. Ross, still sitting in the leather chair, practices square-breathing, counting to 4 in, 4 out, and hold in between.
Ross: And hereeeeeeee we go.
‘The Perfect Ten’ Alex Ross rises to his feet and bobs up and down, swinging with a couple of air punches followed by some quick jabs. He stays active with his feet, still bobbing, almost in a jog. He makes his way to the door, opens it, and we close with an image of Ross’s closed door with a poster on it. It reads “Blood is just red sweat.”… A quote by Enson Inoue.
FOUR-WAY MATCH
Howler vs. Arran Hayden vs. Alister Diablo vs. Nanu
“Ride The Lightning” by Metallica 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.
The bass guitar work of Dave Novotny from Saliva pulses throughout the arena and fills the ears of the fans, a guitar riff follows and then Josey Scott yells “Yeah!”. The drummer, Paul Crosby, breaks in and lead-guitarist, Jonathan Montoya, picks up right behind him. An explosion in the background of the music occurs and flames ignite within the entrance area.
I walk alone!
With these words, Arran slaps the backstage curtain out of his way. He pauses under the video feed screen, smirks, and uses his fingers to imitate pistols. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He fires once.
Bang!
In addition, more flames erupt around him.
He fires again and more flames erupt.
He does it three more times.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
This causes three strings of flames to burst up from the walkway area.
I walk for miles inside this pit of danger!
A place where no one follows me, I walk alone!
Arran slowly opens his eyes and looks up. The crowd starts to cheer, even though an assortment of camera flashes light up the arena, as he makes his way to the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, Arran stands to his feet.
‘Remedy’ hits on the P.A. System. *Crowd boo loudly as they found out how this superstar acts* Howler jumps through the curtain Xtreme crown on his head. Howler has a black coat on, and Red and blue tights that say King Xtreme! Howler looks around the arena. Howler sees a group of fans holding up a few signs together saying. King Xtreme, is the more like King Dream. Howler smiles seeing the group is a group of girls. Howler goes up to a fan in the front row. The two stare at each other. Howler taunts the fan. Howler laughs at the extremely pissed fan. Howler jumps to the opposite side of the ramp. Howler taunts a group of fans. *Crowd boo and tell Howler to get a life* Howler walks to the middle of the ramp. Howler bends down close to the ground. Howler stands up really quick. Howler lets out a defying howl. Howler gives off a cocky smile. Howler walks back up to the top of the stage. Howler howls loudly again. Fireworks explode all the way down the ramp.
Howler walks down the ramp towards the ring. Howler looks around the arena as he walks down. Howler at the bottom of the ramp, jumps up high. Howler moves up to the apron on the ring. Howler walks around to the commentators table. Howler jumps over the top rope and lands on his feet in the ring. Howler goes to the top ropes and holds his hands in the air as he lets out a huge howl. Howler jumps down.
The Opening 808 Drums of “I Got It Made” begin to play moderately over the Public Announcement System. The Black and White strobe Lights begin to scatter across the arena. As fans begin to boo. The Riff of his theme song begins as Nanu walks out of the curtain with a smug look on his face. Nanu then does his signature taunt at the beginning of the ramp. He then gets verbally abused by a Chubby, Short, Light Skinned man behind the barricade. Nanu then slides into the ring as the spotlight starts to shine on his back. The crowd then starts to throw trash into the middle of the ring. Nanu then taunts in the middle of the ring.
The referee calls for the bell to be rung and the first match of Showdown #27 gets underway! Howler quickly makes his way over to Diablo and takes him down with a set of right hands, as Nanu nails Hayden with a kick to the midsection. Hayden doubles over and Nanu takes him down to the mat with an impressive snap suplex. With Hayden down on the mat, Nanu quickly springboards off of the second rope and nails his opponent with a lionsault! The fans boo the offence from the high flying Nanu as he taunts Hayden to get back to his feet.
On the opposite corner of the ring Diablo rises to his feet and takes down Howler with an arm drag takedown. Howler quickly gets back to up to his feet and Diablo runs at the sVo newcomer. Howler ducks under the arm of Diablo before turning and taking him down to the mat with a running powerslam. Diablo struggles up to his feet, however Howler is there waiting for him with a belly to back suplex to take him back down to the mat.
Hayden slowly begins to rise to his feet and Nanu quickly grabs him by the back of the head. Nanu slams Haydens head face first into the turnbuckle before nailing him with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head as he bounces backwards. Hayden hits the mat and Nanu quickly goes for the cover.
1..
2..
No!
Hayden gets a shoulder up off of the mat just before the three can be counted. Nanu complains to the referee that it should have been three but the referee shakes his head. Howler pounds away with right hands to the back of Diablo’s head as he tries to get back up to his feet. However on the otherside of the right Nanu stands in wait for Arran Hayden to get to his feet! Hayden slowly rises to his feet, but Nanu nails him with his finishing move, the ‘NANU!NANU!’! The crowd boo the move from Nanu, but he quickly makes the cover on Hayden!
1..
2..
3!!
Howler dives across to try and break up the pinfall, but he is just not in time as the referee’s hand hits the mat for the three and Nanu wins his debut sVo match!
RESULT: Nanu def. Hayden, Diablo & Howler via pinfall
Dressed for Success
The camera crew is ready backstage just outside the Bad Religion locker room. The door is open a crack, just enough for the camera crew to stick the lens of their camera in and get a shot of Anthony Moretti and Travis Williams standing in their locker room in two of the nicest suits sVo has ever seen. Moretti in a three piece pinstripe suit that pays homage to the classic zuit suit while Williams is in a bit more of a modern style two piece suit with a green silk tie and handkerchief combo. What really sets the two apart is the Las Vegas gold sitting comfortably around Travis’ waist. The two men are talking casually as the camera crew’s boom mic gets stuck through the door to pick up what ever it can.
“So are you sure that it’s the right move for us?” Travis Williams asks.
Anthony Moretti nods his head as he answers, “Right now it’s the best move available for us…”
Just then Moretti turns around and sees the camera crew spying at his door. Before he can say anything the camera crew is pushed aside by a man entering the room. Moretti and Williams exchange looks with surprised expressions on their faces. Williams is on the verge of cracking as he suppresses his laughter and hides it with a lame excuse for a cough.
The cameras pan out getting a full body shot of Mad Max as he walks up to Moretti and Williams confusion clearly displayed on his face. Max is wearing a once nice grey suit that is currently covered in what appears to be dirt or dust. The jacket is covered in holes and rips, underneath the jacket is a cheap tuxedo t-shirt that Travis Williams is fixated on. His pants, now cut into shorts are also covered in rips and tears as well as that dust / dirt. To top it all off he’s still wearing his red and white shin high wrestling boots. He stands there holding the folds of his jacket out wide as he does a little turn showing off his “new” threads.
Moretti asks the question that’s on everybody’s mind, “What the fuck is that?”
Max releases his hold on his jacket flaps and looks at Moretti with hurt and confusion. “What? You left me a message telling me to get a suit…”
Travis Williams has held it in long enough as suddenly he bursts out into laughter. He’s laughing so hard that he takes a seat on a nearby steel chair clutching his stomach with one arm and wiping tears from his eyes with the other. Moretti shakes his head and asks, “Where did you find that? The morgue?”
“Nah boss…” Max answers with hurt in his voice. “This was the finest suit the Salvation Army had to offer!”
Williams’ eyes go wide as Moretti simply shakes his head in disbelief. Williams speaks up, “So they sold it to you with the pants cut like that?”
“Nah man…” Max answers as he looks down at his legs. “Pants are too confining, I like the way the air hits my legs sometimes…”
It’s now Williams’ turn to shake his head as Moretti asks, “And the holes? Did they sell it to you filled with holes and rips?”
Max shakes his head and says, “Nah man… I don’t really remember how I got it tore up like that…”
“Well, when did you get it?” Williams asks trying to piece this little mystery together.
“Last night…” Max answers.
“And what did you do from the point of purchase until now?” Moretti asks unable to change the subject.
“Well I went to that Hotel Paige had me staying in… You know, the one filled with rats and roaches…” Max answers. “Then this morning I swung by McDonald’s and then came here…”
Williams and Moretti can’t help but shake their heads in disbelief as Williams responds, “Must’ve been quite the breakfast.”
CARPE DIEM
The house lights slowly dim, synched to the sound of a THX surround sound test causing the jam packed audience of the Hampden Park to erupt. The sounds of “Israel’s Son” by Silverchair blares on the arena’s sound system as gold lights wander around the arena. A strobe light flickers at the top of the entranceway while the entrance begins to fog up. Cody Williams can be seen rising up from the top of the ramp by way of lift. Once the lift comes to a halt he throws his arms up into the air to an eruption of pyrotechnics, followed by fireworks going off around the perimeter of the stadium.
Hate is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you dead
You’re late for the execution
If you’re not here soon
I’ll kill your friend instead
He makes his way down the entrance ramp, pounding his chest and pointing out to the crowd as they continue to drown the stadium with cheers. He is wearing a black blazer, designer jeans, loafers, silver chain necklace, and a new Cody Williams: 220 t-shirt, from the sVo shop available now! He takes off his blazer and tosses it into the ring, and slides in. He rushes to the nearest corner and stands on the second turnbuckle leaning over, repeatedly pounding his chest and raising his arms in the air. He hops off and heads over to the opposite corner and does the same, taking off his 220 shirt and throwing it into the crowd. He picks up his blazer and puts it on while the ring announcer hands him a microphone, he makes his way to the center of the ring.
WELCOME BACK!
WELCOME BACK!
WELCOME BACK!
Cody Williams: Thank you. Thank you. It feels good to be back in the sVo. I may have only been gone for a month, but for someone who eats, sleeps, and breathes this business it felt like I was gone an eternity. It was eating me up inside to be in this very ring again, and now that I am back it feels DAMN good!
The crowd pops and he just stands there and soaks in the admiration, nodding his head in approval.
Cody Williams: Prior to Retribution, I was at a slump in my career. My performance had been less than great, lackluster even, not what you would expect when watching Cody Williams do work in the ring. I guess you could say that I was slipping, losing my edge so to speak. I had been overwhelmed with the hectic tour schedule and the demanding press conferences and appearances.. And to top it all off, a nagging neck injury that doesn’t seem to go away, It has been haunting me ever since I made my return to this very sport that I love so dearly. But I did my best to not let it get the best of me. I went out there day in and day out with the intention of giving all of you your moneys worth and to prove that I still have what it takes to make it in this business. But like all the other superheroes, even Superman has a weakness, and my own kryptonite is my injury.
He reaches his arm up and rubs his neck a little bit. He stares down at the canvas sadly, before slowly peering up with a smirk on his face.
Cody Williams: But that is all about to change because
I am BIGGER..
I am BETTER..
I am FASTER..
I am STRONGER…
and I am BACK and better than BEFORE!!! A few weeks ago, when this whole presidential election was going on and the teams were being decided for Organised Chaos I got a call. A call from an old friend, good ol’ Johnny All Star. He called me and asked me my condition and my status and said that if I was up for it, if I thought I was ready, that I could have the last spot on Team All Star. I thought about it, long and hard. And I thought to myself, what better way to make a come back than at Retribution during the return of Organised Chaos, in a match up pitting two teams of eight against each other. I wanted to make an impact, I wanted to make a comeback, and most importantly I wanted to prove to myself and everyone else that I still have what it takes!
He pauses for a second as the crowd applaudes his will to come back despite his nagging injuries.
Cody Williams: Now that I am back. I am going to start back where I left off, and that is back at the top where I belong. It will be a hard and rough journey, but I will stop at nothing to secure my spot as the greatest wrestler to have stepped foot in the sVo and further prove the fact that I am God’s gift to professional wrestling! And all of you and the boys in the back will understand why Cody Williams is 220..
Cody makes his way to the ropes and leans over, perching his foot on the second rope.
Cody Williams: Second to NONE! And that my Scottish friends is the real deal!
Williams drops the microphone on the ground as “Israel’s Son” blasts on the sound system. He exits the ring and begins to make his way up the rampway, looking back at the ring and at the crowd. He pounds his chest and points at a fan holding a sign that says: Cody Williams 220. He stops at the top of the ramp and gives a final pose for the capacity audience.
Fade to black.
It Starts Tonight
Outwardly, he looked the perfect picture of calmness and composure. His paint had dried and looked good as it had ever looked. No mistakes, no streaks, no blending of colors. His tights were well-washed, pressed, and looked perfect. He couldn’t even notice the flaw that the tailor made on it anymore. Not that that mattered. He wasn’t about to go back to London and give the man his bonus. That would be absurd.
No… outwardly he looked fine.
In his mind and his gut, however, Talon felt sick as he waited for the backstage interviewer. His mind was racing, his heart was pounding, and he was doing everything he could not to lose it. His match against William Vorheez was coming up soon… his debut match. The match that would determine his fate, that would define his second chance.
Or would he even get one? He had spent all week preparing for this match. Everything that had happened over the week… rested on this. He had to debut strong, or nothing would…
“Talon?” a female’s voice said as he was tapped on the shoulder. Spinning around, he saw it was a pretty woman, wearing black pants and a blue blouse. He nodded to her. “I’m Candi Cross, you wanted a few moments before your match to say something?” He nodded as his eyes widened, looking up to the camera. He took a deep breath, released it, and took the microphone from Candi.
“Hello, world,” he began, flexing the muscles in his left hand nervously, “You probably don’t know me… but you’re about to. We’re about to become very… close personal friends. Or maybe not.” He swallowed, pausing for half a second. “You see, there are many rookies in this business who come in and demand everything, who think that they deserve it all right away because they’re hot shit. There are many newcomers who think they can come in and rocket straight to the main event!” He raises his arm dramatically, looking up to the ceiling before snapping back into position.
“And I’m one of them,” he says, growing that familiar sneer that he and Ross always used to practice, “I -am- going to take the sVo by storm, I -am- going to rocket to the main event. I AM going to run roughshod over anyone who gets in my way! William Vorheez, I only have one thing to say to you, to your brother Jason, and to your mother Pam.” He coughs and looks down. When he looks back up, his eyes look crazed. “One, two, Talon’s coming for you. Three, four, it’s time for war. Five, six, this you cannot fix. Seven, eight, it’s much too late. Nine, ten, you’ll never wake again…”
Talon handed the microphone back to Candi, still looking at the camera, and smiled, regaining his former composure. He then turned and walked away, flexing his muscles and tweaking his neck around as he walked towards the curtain. He grabbed his cane from its resting position and spun it around as he waited for the music.
SINGLE MATCH
William Vorheez vs. Talon
Arena goes completely black as “Ghost of Perdition” by Opeth starts to play, and once the guitar and singer kick in a small blast of pyro ignites on the stage and keeps burning as the entrance way fills up with smoke and out walks William Vorheez, red, green, and white lights flicker with the music as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He stares straight at the ring and doesn’t pay attention to the crowd as they have a mixed reaction about him. He walks up the steps and then walks half way down the ring apron and steps over the top rope as the lights come up and the music slowly fades.
Gonnnnnnng. The arena suddenly goes black.
Gonnnnnnng.
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins, and suddenly green lights and lasers explode to life all over the entrance area. Talon walks out stiffly, swivels his neck, then pounds his chest twice and raises his fists into the air. On cue, green pyro explodes quickly behind him. As he walks down the ramp, he points his index and middle finger on his right hand across the arena, from his left to his right. When he reaches the ring he climbs to the top rope and spreads his arms. The robe in this pose almost resembles the spread wings of a bird. He then hops down from the turnbuckle and becomes all-business, tossing his robe to the outside.
The referee stands between the two of them, as they walk to each other slowly and stare each other down. The ref tries to separate them, but Vorheez strikes out with a stiff right hand to the head of Talon! The ref calls for the bell and the match begins!
Vorheez tries to follow up with another right hand, but Talon dodges and answers with two fast kicks to the stomach. He follows up with a dropkick that sends Vorheez to the canvas for the first time in the match! Talon goes for the quick cover as the referee slides down to count it…
ONE…
TWO… Vorheez kicks out! Talon slams his hands onto the canvas in disbelief!
He grabs Vorheez by the head and punches him several times, before the referee forces him off. The second away gives Vorheez the time he needs, however, as he soon charges into Talon, connecting and sending him into the turnbuckle! He grabs Talon by the shoulders and starts firing away with blows to the chest and to the head. Talon finally has enough, raising a knee into the gut of Vorheez! Vorheez doubles over for a moment, but it’s not enough as he straightens back up again, smacking Talon across the face!
Talon responds with another knee to the gut. This time Vorheez sent back for a moment in response, but not for long as he again charges into Talon, knocking him back into the turnbuckle once more! He climbs up to the first turnbuckle and starts biting the head of Talon! Talon starts punching the head of Vorheez, trying to release the jaw-grip on his skin, but his opponent refuses to budge!
Vorheez releases his bite and begins punching Talon once more. He grabs him by the throat and slams him to the ground with a thunderous chokeslam! He goes for the quick cover…
ONE…
TWO…
NO!!! Talon gets his shoulder up just after the two-count! William Vorheez is not happy about that one bit!
Vorheez goes for a punch while Talon is still on the ground, but Talon catches it and answers with his own. He then snaps a dropkick straight into the chest of Vorheez, who goes down! Talon stumbles his way over to the turnbuckle, catching himself as he starts to climb.
Talon goes to the top rope, he’s going to attempt the Death from Above missile dropkick! But… he stops and looks to the crowd, smacking his chest as he does. “Come on!” he shouts to the jeering crowd, before preparing to leap. But Vorheez is faster to move, as he runs to the turnbuckle and grabs Talon by the throat. Picking him up, Vorheez hits him with a gorilla press slam! Talon hits the canvas hard, and his face paint is definitely rubbing off a little after that!
Vorheez paces around Talon, smiling sadistically. He kicks Talon’s back as the fallen newcomer attempts to pick himself back up, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Vorheez looks around and shouts, loudly “Shut the hell up, ya hillbillies!” He grabs Talon by the hair and rakes his face against the mat, slamming it down once before picking him up and setting him onto his feet. Talon shakes the marbles out of his head before delivering an elbow shot to the ribs of the overconfident Vorheez! Talon with a left, and a right, and a kick to the stomach, and Vorheez is dazed! Talon turns around before firing off a superkick into the jaw of Vorheez! The Claws of Fate connect, sending Vorheez to the mat! Talon drops to his knees and covers the body of the fallen Vorheez.
ONE…
TWO…
TH… Vorheez kicks out! At the last second, Vorheez escapes the Claws of Fate!
Vorheez grabs Talon by the throat as he rises, delivering a stiff blow to the head with his free hand. And another… and another! The crowd doesn’t seem to be sure if Talon’s going to be knocked out by the hits, or if he’s going to pass out from Vorheez’s choke! Vorheez puts Talon into a front facelock… oh no… he hooks Talon’s tights, lifting him into a vertical position… Brainbuster! Talon is down, and Vorheez for the cover!
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO!!! Talon kicks out at the last second! The crowd is shocked as Talon just refuses to die! And from the look on his face, so is William Vorheez!
Talon rises, elbowing Vorheez in the face as he does. He follows slowly, punching and kicking as he winces in pain. The crowd is showing a mixed reaction to this match as Vorheez fights back with a stiff right hand. The men in the ring just start exchanging blows, each one trying to pull ahead and survive the encounter.
Talon tries to hit Vorheez with a big boot to the chest, but Vorheez blocks it and hits his own kick to the gut! Talon goes down, and Vorheez moves Talon into position for a powerbomb… no, it’s not a powerbomb, he’s trying to switch him into position for a piledriver… it’s the Wrath of Vorheez!!
Vorheez taunts the crowd as he holds Talon down for a moment, letting the blood rush into his skull as he licks his lips.
Vorheez drives himself down, slamming Talon’s skull against the canvas! Talon is out cold from that twisted Wrath of Vorheez! Vorheez slides over for the cover, a sick smile crossing his face as the referee drops to the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
The referee calls for the bell, as William Vorheez is victorious in this first-encounter match-up between these two future stars! The Wrath of Vorheez was too much for the newcomer Talon! The referee raises the victor’s hand, as Vorheez exits the ring, celebrating and shouting at the fans to a chorus of boos!
RESULT: William Vorheez def. Talon via pinfall
A TURN OF THE PAIGE
The scene quickly fades in to newly “elected” sVo President, Paige Johnson. She is standing in front of her desk, holding an empty box in her hands. In front of her are Chris Bond and Gunner Lang.
Paige Johnson: “Come on Chris, pay up.”
Chris Bond: “But I didn’t honestly think we’d lose.”
Gunner Lang: “Tell me about it…”
Lang rubs his head. He pats Bond on his shoulder.
Gunner Lang: “But ya know Bondy, a bet is a bet…”
Bond’s face features a frown, not really one of sadness, but one of disappointment. Paige grins.
Paige Johnson: “C’mon Bond, it’s not like your giving them up for good, it’s just a month.”
Bond shrugs, and sighs. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket and places them into the box. He then proceeds to pull out a silver flask, delicately sculpted with the Bond family crest on the outside, and places that into the box, too.
Paige Johnson: “The laser watch and the tazer pen, too, Chris.”
Bond stomps his foot.
Chris Bond: “Aww c’mon. I’ll be defenseless. Equinox has those red and blue pills, and those damned silver fish thingies that’ll eat your face. You can’t leave me without a weapon to defend myself!”
He throws his arms across his chest and turns his back to Paige. Gunner chuckles. He turns Bond so the two are face to face.
Gunner Lang: “Chris. Seriously, how old are we? Three… four? You bet her, you lost. Pay the piper.”
Chris Bond: “Fiiiiine. Ugh.”
He quickly tosses the tazer pen into the box. He rolls his eyes as he then begins to take his laser watch off as well. Paige quickly speaks up.
Paige Johnson: “Oh yeah, I’ll also need the keys to the gadget filled golf cart, and your “009” JC Penny Card. Can’t have you buying new gadgets.”
Bond looks at Gunner, about to protest, but Gunner just shakes his head. He tosses the watch into the box and pulls the keys out of his right front pant pocket. He looks at Paige and glares at her.
Chris Bond: “One ignition key to my extremely awesome, gadget filled, orange golf cart. And, remote starter. And spare key, and spare remote starter. And here is the butt-warming key. And this is the key to the cappuccino maker. And this is the most important key. This is the key that unlocks all gadgets in the secret hidden compartment of my extremely awesome, gadget filled, orange golf cart. Oh wait, I lost that key. This is a key to the spare tire. I wonder where I put that…”
He looks up to the ceiling, pondering his misplaced key that unlocks all gadgets in the secret hidden compartment located somewhere on his extremely awesome, gadget filled, orange golf cart. Paige taps her foot. He is quickly snapped back into reality.
Gunner Lang: “She’s waiting on the credit card brother man.”
Bond looks at her.
Chris Bond: “Oh yeah… If I find one charge on there that I didn’t make, I’m coming looking for you.”
He hands her the credit card from his wallet, and presses her upper left shoulder for some emphasis. He places his hands across the box, and smiles.
Chris Bond: “I’ll be back sweeties… be good for daddy while he’s away…”
Bond reaches down and hugs the box. He does so for a minute before Gunner pulls him off and starts dragging him out of the room. He waves to Paige with a free hand.
Gunner Lang: “See ya later Paige.”
She smiles and awkward smile as Bond is reaching for the box. As soon as Lang has managed to pull the former Secret Agent out of the office, the door is slammed shut by head of security Scott Love. Bond brushes the wrinkles from his clothes as he stands straight up. Gunner taps him on the shoulder, with Bond having completely forgotten about the man who just dragged him out of the office.
Gunner Lang: “So, you lost your end of the bet. But, what did you bet her if you won?”
Bond looks at him and smiles.
Chris Bond: “You really want to know?”
Gunner nods. Bond shakes his head and chuckles.
Chris Bond: “Well, I asked for a favor to be repaid at a later date… and….”
Gunner looks at him.
Gunner Lang: “And? And what?”
Chris Bond: “And…. I wanted her to go out on a date with me.”
Gunner’s jaw drops. Bond looks at him, a little annoyed, and presses Lang’s shoulder to the point where he spins around and falls to the ground. Bond removes shades that were evidently hanging on his shirt collar. He places them across his face and begins walking forward.
Chris Bond: “God… some people are sooo immature.”
The scene quickly fades to white.
SINGLE MATCH
Sonny Daze vs. Zero
My reflection…
Dirty mirror…
There’s no connection…
To myself…
The arena goes dark and “Zero” by Smashing Pumpkins plays over the arena sound system. The entrance to the ramp fills with smoke, and Zero sprints out, straight down to the ring amidst a chorus of cheers. He leaps from the ramp, diving between the bottom and middle ropes. Once in the ring he climbs up onto the turnbuckle and performs a crucifix pose.
As the crowd watches Zero posing, Sonny Daze slinks down to the ring, nobody aware of his presence. He climbs into the ring, and Zero dismounts the turnbuckle and stares him down. The bell rings, and the match is on!
Zero and Daze slowly pace around the ring, sizing each other up with careful precision. Zero shakes his head, slapping his forehead a few times as if to refocus himself. Both men lumber at each other and lock up, frantically twisting and turning, trying to get an advantage. Daze comes out on top, giving Zero two hard forearms to the face and following up with a hard jab that sends Zero reeling. Zero falls against the ropes, and Daze makes an attempt to grab him. Zero however counters, instead managing to toss Daze to the outside. Daze lands awkwardly, stumbling away a little as the crowd jeers. In the ring, Zero backs away, almost as him he is bracing himself. He takes a deep breath, and the suddenly and without warning, charges at the ropes, jumping from the ring canvas, sailing over the top rope…
And crashing and burning on the outside! Daze evades the move, darting to the side and falling against the guard rail. Zero connects with the hard steel of the sVo entrance ramp with a dull THWACK! Zero lies motionless, and the crowd cheers for the valiant effort. Daze strides over to Zero, picking him up, nothing but deadweight, and introduces his head to the guardrail. Once, twice, three times, Zero’s head meets the rail, nearly busting his head open. The ref screams “six!”, and Daze climbs back into the ring. Zero climbs to his feet, clutching his head, and follows suit. Daze meets him as he re-enters, unleashing several vicious kicks. Zero tries to crawl away, into the corner to pull himself back to his feet. Daze brags him again and thrusts him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. As Zero recovers and tries to steady himself, Daze dashes at the ropes, rebounds, and hits Zero with a huge flying crossbody.
Cover!
1!
2!
Zero kicks out! Both men climb back to their feet, the far older Zero drawing deep breaths. They lock up again, Zero getting in a kick to the mid section of Daze, and attempting to hit a huge Underhook DDT… But Daze counters out again, struggling valiantly and managing to somehow break the iron grip of Zero… Zero tumbles off-balance slightly, and Daze dashes at the ropes again, this time rebounding and hitting a bulldog. He applies a headlock submission on the mat, and Zero raises his hand, threatening to tap out. Daze tightens the lock, attempting to get “The Negative” to submit… Zero however has other ideas as he elbows his way out of the hold! Daze rolls away into the corner, preparing to launch himself at Zero… Zero climbs to his feet wearily, looking around for his opponent. Daze is in the corner, mounted on the second rope, awaiting Zero to just turn slightly… As he does so, Daze sails though the air, only to get caught and planted onto the mat with a spinebuster!
Zero roars aloud as he gets to his feet, pointing at his opponent. The crowd roars back, and Zero lifts him back to his feet. Daze is suddenly aware of his surroundings however, and again rakes the eyes of Zero. Zero releases the hold, staggering backwards. Daze takes advantage, striking Zero in the back of the head with a heavy right hook, and the dragging him by his mane of brown hair to the turnbuckle. One, twice, three times he bounces Zero’s head off the steel ringpost, before Zero recovers enough sense to elbow his way out of Daze’s clutches. Nick Harris comments on the resiliency of Zero, seeing as the man is now bleeding freely from a wound on his forehead. In the ring, Zero is stalking a stunned looking Daze, who is frustrated he has not yet put away the newcomer. Zero wipes a trickle of red away from his head and grins, almost like a shark would. Daze backs up into the corner and Zero charges, attempting to take him down with a roughly executed clothesline that backfires when Daze ducks. Zero collides with the turnbuckle; however that doesn’t stop him as he immediately spins around to face Daze again, and rushes him. Lefts and rights flying, he knocks Daze to the mat.
Zero climbs the turnbuckle and taps his elbow, signalling his finishing move… The Tonite Reprise! The crowd cheers its approval as he corkscrews through the air, connecting with Sonny Daze and hooking his leg!
1!
2!
3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Zero” resumes playing over the Pas as Zero climbs wearily to his feet, arms held high in victory, bleeding freely. The lights dim, and he performs his crucifix pose over Sonny Daze one last time before exiting the ring. On the way back up the ramp he makes the symbol of the cross, before disappearing behind the curtain.
RESULT: Zero def. Sonny Daze via pinfall
Give Me a Shot
The camera crews are busy today in the back halls of the arena here in Glasgow, Scotland as they come across Mad Max and Hardcore Champion, Joseph Equinox. Joseph is walking down the halls with Mad Max right on his heels like a little puppy dog.
“Come on man,” Max says pleading. “Just give me a shot…”
Joseph interrupts him as he says, “No.”
“Just one shot man!” Max responds quickly.
“No…” Joseph answers without even giving it a second thought.
“Why not?” Max asks. “You afraid?”
Joseph stops walking and turns to face Max face to face. “Afraid? What could I possibly be afraid of?”
“You’re afraid that after facing me you’ll be known as the ‘former’ hardcore champion!” Max says with a smirk on his face.
Joseph bursts out into laughter mocking Max. “Man you must be on some pretty potent stuff right now cause if you think you’ve got any chance of beating me, you seriously need to wake up from whatever halucination that’s got you!”
Joseph turns back around and continues back down the halls with Max once again right back on his heels. “Then why?” Max asks.
“You haven’t earned it yet.” Joseph says honestly.
Max walks around Joseph stopping him as he extends his hand placing it on the champs chest. “Tell me what I got to do…”
The scene fades with Max standing in front of a thinking Joseph Equinox.
SINGLE MATCH
Christian Roman vs. Slahter
“I’ll Still Kill” by 50 Cent hits the sound system and the fans in the arena cheer as the 7’2″ Slahter makes his way down to the ring! The Untamed Gorilla cuts a menacing figure as he slowly walks down the ramp way before climbing into the ring and preparing for his match.
Suddenly, the arena turns pitch black and and over the loudspeakers, starting off quickly, are the riffs from Protest the Hero’s “Heretics and Killers”.
They called me the man with the blood of Christ
HONESTYYYY
But tonight I drink with heathens and the finest blasphemies
In wine there’s truth but in silence there’s surrender
A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror
Smoke billows at the top of the ramp, forcing people to shield their eyes from the potency.
I built a temple in my life and used God to seal the pillars
After twenty years of fighting young heretics and killers
I watch my temple fall to pieces at the first signs of oncoming weather
Fell to my knees like Jesus in the cave, knew I would die
As the smoke begins to clear, Christian pushes through the remaining shield and quickly moves towards the ring, with camera focusing on his back, littered with images of Christ and other religious icons.
But my lips could only say; I’m not your son so why have you forsaken me?
There’s a hole in my heart but it just makes me unholy
Crucified that night and I walked away with alter-egos
Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel
[He shakes a few hands on his way down, shaking off the seeming rust as uses the stairs to climb into the ring through the ropes.
While my faith is in ruins my duty still breathes strong
I’m a parrot in a cage just saying prayers to belong to a textbook
Of my crying, lying, dying history; a textbook
Of my crying, lying, dying history; a textbook
Of my crying; a textbook
Of my lying; a textbook
Of my dying; a textbook
Of my history.
Christian hits the closest turnbuckle and raises his right arm in the air and then jumps down, bouncing off the ropes a few times.
The fans cheer for both men as Roman and Slahter circle each other in the center of the sVo ring. Slahter quickly bursts forward and uses his size advantage to land a punch on Christian Roman to knock him backwards slightly, however Roman then darts forward and lands a knee to the midsection on Slahter before taking him down to the mat with a twisting neckbreaker. Slahter rises up to his feet, however Christian Roman seems to want to get the match over quickly as he nails a flurry of right hands on Slahter before taking him down to the mat once more with a spinebuster! As Slahter lays on the mat Roman begins to pound away on him with mounted punches before Slahter finally uses his strength to push him away.
Slahter rises up to his feet, but as he does Christian Roman wastes no time as he ducks under an attempted right hand from Slahter before hitting him with an Exploder Suplex to the delight of the crowd! However Christian Roman isn’t finished there as he quickly grabs hold of his opponent and locks on a Crucifix Armbar! The fans cheer as Christian Roman attempts the submission win as Slahter shouts out in pain! Slahter tries his best to free himself from the hold as Christian Roman tries to crank up the pressure and force Slahter to tap. The referee asks Slahter if he would like to submit, however the huge man shakes his head before pulling his huge frame closer to the ropes. Christian Roman pulls back on the Crucifix Armbar with one last surge of pressure, but Slahter uses his size to his advantage as he reaches out and grabs hold of the bottom rope!
The referee asks Christian Roman to release the hold, which he finally does. Slahter rises up to his feet in obvious pain as a result of the Crucifix Armbar, but as Christian Roman runs at him looking to continue his momentum, Slahter raises a foot into the air and knocks Christian Roman down! Slahter quickly advances on Roman and stomps away on his opponent with some stiff kicks as punishment for the pain he has just put him through!
Christian Roman bravely rises up to his feet before Slahter grabs him. Slahter quickly throws Christian Roman into the ropes before powerslamming him down to the mat with authority as he bounces back. The fans cheer the impressive show of strength from the huge Slahter as he looms above Roman. Slather grabs hold of Roman around the waist as he rises up to his feet, before going behind on his opponent. Slahter stands behind Christian Roman, before pulling him up into the air the tossing him to the mat like a ragdoll with a pump handle buster!
Christian Roman looks in pain as he lays on the mat for a few seconds before Slahter drops down and makes the cover.
1..
2..
No!
Christian Roman bravely gets a shoulder up off of the mat to show just how resilient the sVo newcomer can be! Slahter looks pissed as he yanks Christian Roman up off of the mat and throws him hard into the corner of the ring. Slahter follows up with a clothesline in the corner on Christian Roman before pounding away on the newcomer with big body shots! The fans cheer on Slahter as Christian Roman looks like he is taking one hell of a beating! Slahter quickly grabs Christian Roman around the throat with both hands before pulling him up into the air and tossing him into the middle of the ring with a two handed chokeslam! The fans cheer the impressive move as Slahter once again makes the cover on Roman!
1..
2..
No!
The fans can’t believe it and neither can Slahter as Christian Roman once again gets a shoulder up off of the mat just when it looked like the match was over! Slahter shakes his head in disbelief as he rises to his feet and looks down at Christian Roman. Roman slowly begins to climb to his feet, and Slahter instantly grabs hold of him. Slather whips Roman hard into the ropes and looks for a back body drop as he bounces back, however out of no where Roman changes the momentum of the match with a hangman’s neck breaker on Slahter! The fans pop for the move as both men lay out on the mat for a few seconds and the referee checks on them.
Christian Roman is the first to rise to his feet as he stumbles over to Slather who also begins to climb up. Christian Roman fires off with a few right hands to the face of Slahter, but they seem to have little effect on the big man! Christian Roman quickly steps forward and hooks Slahter’s head under his arm, before falling back to the mat with a Cradle implant DDT! The fans cheer for the move from Christian Roman, who soon climbs back up to his feet! Roman looks down at Slahter and waits for him to rise to his feet. The fans cheer as Slahter makes a last attempt to get back into the match with a clothesline, but Christian Roman ducks under his arm to go behind on his opponent, before slamming him down to the mat with a ‘Pains of Martyrdom’! The fans cheer for the finishing move of the newcomer as he quickly makes the cover!
1..
2…
3!!!
This one is all over, and its Christian Roman who comes out with the win! Christian Roman rises to his feet and the referee raises his arm in the air in victory. Roman’s entrance music blasts over the sound system as the fans cheer his debut win. With an impressive showing tonight, what’s next for Christian Roman in the sVo?
RESULT: Christian Roman def. Slahter via pinfall
Are You Mad?
[We cut to the backstage area where Tamara Boyd is standing by dressed in a sexy white dress with black high heels on her feet. She smiles at the camera as she begins to speak.]
Tamara: Please, welcome my guest at this time, The Xtreme Icon Peter Gilmour.
[Peter enters the shot dressed in his black cloak with hood as he has his hands crossed in an “X”. Rose Smith is next to him in a dark black dress and top showing some of her assets ( no drolling guys). They stand next to her and Rose starts to play with Tamara’s hair. This bothers Tamara a bit as she pulls back but she still has to do the interview.]
Tamara: Peter, tonight you step into the ring with a man who is on a roll in MAD MAX. Do you think you can end his winning streak tonight in Glasgow?
Peter: Of course I will. I have a good feeling that I will pull off the upset and stop the roll that Max is on. You see Max may have been here for a little while, but he is running into the unstoppable object called Peter Gilmour. I am not going to let Max keep on this roll he is on. We both have momentum on our side and a loss won’t really hurt us much but I want the win more than him. A win tonight would propel me into the title hunt for the Las Vegas, International or even the Hardcore Title. I want another shot at gold Tamara. It’s been eating at me for almost 2 months now. Ever since I lost the Hardcore Title to that piece of crap Joseph Equinox, I haven’t tasted or been granted a title shot.
Tamara: Well, Moretti did give you a rematch against Joseph Equinox 2 weeks ago on Showdown and you lost.
Peter: You shut up right now! Joseph got lucky. If I ever see him again, I am going to permanently end his life. And you can take that to the bank! As far as tonight goes, Max is going to get a lesson in PAIN!
[Peter turns to the camera as Rose walks around Tamara seemingly to piss her off.]
Peter: Max, tonight we step into that ring for a fight. Two men will enter this fight. But one man will leave, and tonight I will be that man. I respect you for what you did in the Organized Chaos match last week at RETRIBUTION. That was some wicked shit. But tonight, you step into the ring with your EXECUTIONER. Tonight, you will be BROKEN. You will be DESTROYED and you WILL get hurt. Max, tonight you meet your JUDGE.. JURY.. and GOD DAMN EXECUTIONER! Tonight Max, you will be taken.. TO THE XTREEEEEME!
[Peter rolls his eyes in back of his head as Rose plays with Tamara’s hair some more. Tamara has had enough at this point.]
Tamara: Will you stop that you evil BITCH!
[I wouldn’t of said that Tamara. Rose gets into Tamara’s face and is about ready to punch her out, but Peter intervenes.]
Peter: Calm down my love. She is of no concern to us. Let her go.
Rose: Next time you call me a BITCH, I am going to hurt you real bad.
[Rose gives Tamara an evil look as she goes down the hall with her man by her side. Tamara tries to keep her composure as we go back to ringside.]
Religious Philosophy 101
The scene quickly refocuses on Chris Bond and Gunner Lang. Bond is standing in front of the table, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Lang stands there, stroking the ‘stache, as the two are obviously discussing something serious. Lang’s face says it all. Bond stirs in a couple sugars and pours in a little milk. He takes a sip.
Chris Bond: “I’m telling you. In Moretti’s new religion, this so called “Bad Religion”… Travis Williams is Adam and Mad Max is Eve. I mean, for Christ’s sake, Maximus has all the hair, and Williams is a dick, so it’s obvious.”
Lang looks at Bond and shakes his head.
Gunner Lang: “Supposing you’re right… those would be some ugly as kids. And wouldn’t that make Mad Anthony God?”
Bond almost spits his coffee. He coughs down a little before he places his hand on Gunner’s shoulder.
Chris Bond: “Gunner, muh-man. Anthony Moretti sees himself as Jesus. Sacrificing himself for the betterment of humanity. Except in this case, he’s full of shit, and I can’t wait for the day he’s crucified. The son of a bitch gets to wear a crown of thorns… and I hope I’m the one that stabs him with the spear of destiny.”
Bond swallows what’s left of his coffee and tosses the cup into the trash. Gunner just shrugs his shoulders and starts catching up with Bond who has started walking back to the locker room, presumably.
Gunner Lang: “So, before you go get ready for your match, explain to me where Sodom and Gomorrah fit into their picture.”
Bond quickly stops and looks over at Lang. His face is almost pale white. He quickly rolls his eyes and chuckles.
Chris Bond: “Oh Gunner… you ignorant slut. I don’t know how you fathered some random child who may be working here in the sVo, but you sure do ask questions. Well ya see… Sodom would represent…”
The conversation is quickly silenced as the two walk toward their locker room. Bond is being very colorful with hand gestures and Gunner is shaking his head. The scene quickly fades out as we can hear a very distinct “That’s Disgusting!” that echoes through the halls courtesy of Gunner Lang, one half of the sVo Tag-Team Champions.
SINGLE MATCH
Peter Gilmour vs. Mad Max
“Walk with me in HELL” can be heard. 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 Rose begins to make her way out to the ramp. She looks over the crowd and begins to laugh. Soon after, a series of taunting boo’s can be heard as Mr. Xtreme himself, Peter Gilmour comes out from the shadows. He wears a dark red cloak with no hood and the words “Xtreme” on the back. Peter meets Rose 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. Rose gets into the ring first and Peter follows behind her. 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. Rose takes off Peter’s cloak and Peter waits for Mad Max, his opponent in tonight’s match.
As “TnT” by AC/DC begins to play throughout the arena Mad Max walks out onto the entrance ramp pushing a shopping cart full of weapons with one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. He rolls his cart down the entrance ramp spraying mouthfuls of Jack out over the crowd as they boo and throw trash at the filthy man. After a final swig from the bottle of Jack, Max rolls into the ring leaving the bottle and cart at ringside. Max leans back in his corner with a bored expression on his face awaiting the start of the match.
Gilmour points at Max, who leans forward from the corner, as the referee calls for the bell and the match begins!
Gilmour charges and starts unloading into Max, who tries to defend himself as best he can, until finally he connects with a shot straight in the face of Gilmour! Gilmour stumbles back for a moment as Max grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels and swings it at Gilmour. However, he is too late as Gilmour ducks, throwing Max off balance. Gilmour kicks Max in the hand, sending the bottle of Jack rolling away and Mad Max crawling after it.
Rose slides to the shopping cart full of weapons at ringside, grabbing a trash can lid! She tosses it in to Gilmour, who strikes Mad Max square on the back! Gilmour continues with shot after shot, as Max tries to get up. Gilmour tosses the lid, now bent out of recognition, and turns to Rose for another weapon from the cart. She throws him a kendo stick, and cackles to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Gilmour turns to whack Max with it, only to turn right into a bottle of Jack Daniels!
The glass bottle breaks across Gilmour’s mask, sending shards and dust flying everywhere! Gilmour stumbles back and through the ropes, as Mad Max moves onto the attack! Gilmour walks up the ramp, Rose following, but what’s this? Mad Max shoves Rose out of the way and heads straight for Gilmour, dragging the shopping cart full of weapons behind him!
They meet at the top of the rampway and start exchanging blows, as Max grabs a trash can and Gilmour grabs a hockey stick! The two men are possessed, just wailing on each other! They toss their weapons aside and continue with punches and kicks.
Max pokes Gilmour in the eyes and uses the distraction to his advantage, as he hits him with a double underhook powerbomb… THE OVERDOSE RIGHT INTO THE SHOPPING CART! Max wheels the shopping cart, along with the unconscious Peter Gilmour, off the stage! Down will go Gilmour, cradle and all, as he plummets thirteen feet, six and three eighths inches all the way to the floor!
Mad Max raises his hand in early celebration as he stumbles to his feet, the crowd going wild for this insane moment!
Max stumbles around, finding an easier way down to the floor, as he covers Gilmour!
The ref slides to the floor, as it’s just academic now.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!! Mad Max has beaten Peter Gilmour into a metal-mangled heap in their first sVo encounter!
RESULT: Mad Max def. Peter Gilmour via pinfall
Glass House of Opportunity
Talon sat on the bench, a pack of ice on his head and another held against his chest. His facepaint was still smeared from his brutal match against William Vorheez. He watched the TV screen, as the rest of Showdown played through. The tag team title bout was coming soon.
Someone knocked on the door, and before he could answer, Alex Ross strode in, still wearing his cocky grin. “Hey,” Talon said in greeting, removing the ice pack from his chest.”
“How’s it going?” Ross asked, and Talon could have sworn he saw concern in his partner’s eyes for a split second.
“I’ve had better,” he answered, putting on his cockiest grin, “But… it’s good to be back. It is good to be back, amigo.”
“Good… we’re only going up from here,” his confident partner said, patting him on the shoulder.
“Hey, wanna watch the title match?” Talon asked, “I hear we’re already plugged into the ladder.”
“Sweet,” Ross answered, his voice trailing off, “Hey, listen, about ladders…” He looked down for a second. Talon looked at him, and he shouldn’t have. The sudden movement hurt his neck.
“Err…. ungh… yeah… what is it?” he grunted.
“I don’t want you in the ring during that main event tonight,” Ross answered, meeting Talon in the eyes, “I want you to go back to the hotel and relax. This match is about me getting my shot… yours will come T. Just not now. And I have to do this without you. Remember what I said? It’s about you from this point on. And when I get to the top, and take you with me, that will only be the truth.”
Ross straightened himself and stepped backward, towards the door. “Anyway, I gotta get ready some more… watch the championship match for me will you? Later bro.”
“See ya, man,” Talon answered, slightly disappointed, as he turned his attention back to the television, as he resumed his wait for the match.
Stripped
The lights in the arena dim, as the sound of a preacher cues into the sound system.
The Word of God Says That
We will recieve praise of God
God will begin to speak for
Our Righteousness of Him
Sayth The Lord
Bad Religion by Godsmack blares into the sound system, as Morretti walks out, in a fine pin strip suit, as he presents Travis Williams the Las Vegas Champion, in a black suit, light blue button up shirt, and a dark blue tie, as Mad Max follows behind in something that looks to be pass down through three generations of bums.
It’s a bad religion,
From A broken Nation
Its a contradiction
AND I CANNOT TAKE IT ANY FUCKING MORE YEAH
The trio make their way to the ring, greeted by massive amounts of boos, Travis is without a doubt still pissed at the actions that happen earlier, when Noir was hurt by the men they defeated at Retribution. Travis grabs a microphone from the time keeper, and heads into the ring, where an annoyed and angry Bad Religion await.
Travis Williams – You know, I could handle almost anything…But what you ignorant bastards did tonight, that was beyond anything we have done…YET! You want to put Noir out? You want to end a career that was brighter than your own? Sad, what else could I expect from a bunch of rich snobs playing Rescue Heros? Tonight, I have a chance to be the first ever Las Vegas Champion to get a shot at the sVo title. Think about it Gunny, think about it Banks, and Bond, you are a hopeless fuck, so just listen. I can be a double champion, one that is worth more than those tag belts. Unlike you Gunny, I don’t drop the ball when I force a fumble. I score, like Flawless use to do with Bond’s mom. So why don’t you save me the trouble of going in the back and finding you, and just come out here and we’ll go to war now…
“Wait just a second!” Paige Johnson screams out as she walks out onto the entrance ramp flanked by Scott Love and a contingent of security guards. Paige and company walk down the ramp and enters the ring as Travis Williams’ doesn’t show any fear and doesn’t back down.
Paige Johnson walks right up to Travis Williams and says, “You actually think you’ll walk out of here tonight as the Number One contender to the World Title?” Paige laughs which leads Scott Love into laughter followed by each one of the security guards that remain at ringside. “Don’t make me laugh!”
Travis Williams smiles at her as she mocks him with her laughter and petty insults but his mouth drops open as she says, “Since your so set on winning the World Title, you won’t mind when I take that Las Vegas title off your hands!?”
Travis Williams looks at her like she’s mental but he can’t help but say, “Are you kidding me?”
“No my dear, I’m not…” Paige answers as she extends her hand.
“You’re not taking my title!” Travis Williams exclaims.
“You know what? You’re right.” Paige answers causing Travis to relax a bit. “I’m not taking your title away from you, rather you’re going to give it to me of your own free will!”
Now it’s Travis’ turn to laugh but his laughter is short lived as Paige continues to explain, “Because if you do not you will forfeit your number contenders match later tonight.”
Travis steps forward causing Paige to gasp and Scott Love to step forward stepping in between the two. Travis stares holes through Scott Love as Paige is standing behind her bodyguard making childish faces at her nemesis.
“Now you just wait one damn second!” a voice bellows out as Moretti walks out onto the entrance ramp with Mad Max on his curt tails. Moretti power walks down the ramp with Max practically jogging behind to keep up. Both men push past the wall of security guards and enter the squared circle. Moretti walks up to stand face to face with Paige as Max walks over exchanging handshakes with Travis Williams.
“What gives you the right to strip my man Travis?” Moretti screams at her face to face.
“If you weren’t paying attention I’m the President of sVo now!” Paige exclaims pointing over at the title strapped around Travis’ waist. “I will have my title now…”
Moretti shakes his head slapping Paige’s hand away but that simple act causes Scott Love to step in puffing out his chest towards Moretti. But Paige puts everything into perspective as she says, “You don’t want to give up the title? That’s fine by me, but kiss your Number One Contender’s match goodbye!”
All of a sudden Gunner Lang and Howie Banks, the Hollywood Gunnz walk out onto the entrance ramp with a bag of popcorn in the hands of Gunner Lang. The two men walk halfway down the ramp as the tension in the ring is on the verge of boiling over.
Moretti steps back and confers with Max and Travis holding his free hand over the head of the microphone to prevent the mic from picking up their hushes conversation. Moretti nods his head and steps aside saying, “Alright Paige…”
Travis walks forward unstrapping the title from his waist, folding the straps up under the belt, he holds it out for Paige as he closes the distance between the two. At the last possible second Travis lunges forward attempting to smash Paige in the face with his Vegas title but Scott sensing the attack jumps forward, pushing Paige aside and getting himself nailed in the face for his troubles!
Paige rolls out of the ring calling for the Security Guards to get in there and punish Bad Religion as Scott Love hits the mat from the strike by Travis. The security guards slide into the ring only to get beat down by Travis Williams with his Vegas Title in hand as Mad Max has his leather belt wrapped around his fist as he slugs it out with security.
Finally Howie Banks and Gunner Lang have seen enough. Gunner throws his popcorn down and the two run down the rest of the ramp way sliding into the ring using the security guards as their distraction. Gunner and Howie take the fight to Travis and Max and soon the tides have turned against Bad Religion leaving Max and Travis scrambling out of the ring while Gunner and Howie remain inside the ring.
Howie walks over and sits on the ropes, separating them as Gunner motions for Travis and Max to come back in and finish it. Travis answers by taking the Vegas Title and chunking it into the ring only to have it miss Gunner Lang by a mile! Travis, Max and Morretti climb over the guard rail and walk away from the carnage through the crowd.
SINGLE MATCH
Chris Bond vs. Joesph Equinox
“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 begins to play around the arena and a mixed reaction is heard from the fans as the cocky Chris Bond makes his way down the entrance ramp. Bond keeps his eyes focused on the ring as he slowly makes his way towards the arena for battle,managing to slap a few lucky fan’s hands, before climbing up into the ring. Bond looks focused as he warms up in the corner of the ring as he is announced to the crowd by the sVo ring announcer.
Bond stands in his corner warming up as “Open Your Eyes” By Guano Apes begins to play. Smoke begins to fill the chas the lights tim to near darkness. A beam of bright white light shines from the stage. As the light begins to dim, Joseph Equinox can be seen stading at the top of the stage with smoke foating 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 lightn$ing bolt fies 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 the start of the match.
The bell tolls signalling the start of this non-title match. Bond and Equinox begin to circle one another, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally both men step forward and tie up with an ordinary collar and elbo but Bond quickly steps forward executing a go behind securing his position behind Equinox with his arms wrapped around his waist. Equinox quickly drops down grabbing Bond’s left knee and giving it a jerk sending Bond to the mat. Bond quickly scrambles back up to his feet and the two once again begin circling each other.
As Equinox and Bond once again go forward for a collar and elbow tie up Equinox is met with a vicious forearm to the face causing the Hardcore Champion to stagger back a step or two. Bond goes on the offensive as he delivers a rapid succession of forearms and follows them all up with a devestating craddle piledriver in the center of the ring. Bond quickly makes the pin trying to end this one early as the referee slides into position and counts…
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Equinox kicks out before the ref’s hand can reach the two count. Bond drags Equinox up off the mat and Irish whips him into the far ropes charging in right after him, instead of rebounding off the ropes Equinox jumps, he springs off the middle rope and executes a beautiful back elbow right into the charging face of Chris Bond! Both men hit the mat with Equinox scrambling to his feet to continue the onslaught.
Equinox waits for Bond to rise to his feet and once he does he charges in and executes a picture perfect swinging neck breaker sending Bond once more to the mats! Equinox walks over and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Bond slowly makes it to his feet and Equinox immediately flies off attempting a missle dropkick which Bond side steps at the last possible second causing Equinox to hit nothing but air right before landing hard on his stomach!
Bond goes on the offensive as he picks Equinox up and delivers a back breaker, followed by a double arm DDT then finishes it up with a figure four leglock that has Equinox screaming out in pain. The ref is checking on Equinox but somehow Equinox is able to roll to his stomach reversing the figure four and putting all the presure back on Chris Bond who immediately begins to scream out in pain now! Bond releases the figure four but the damage is done as both men are slow to get to their feet.
Equinox lunges forward attempting to hit the Digital Code neckbreaker but Bond has the move well scouted and sees it coming! He pushes Equinox away and as Equinox turns to face Bond, Bond lashes out attempting to hit Equinox square in the face with the Reality Check but Equinox has enough left in him to duck the super kick attempt at the last second! Bond turns around and once more Equinox lunges forward this time successfully nailing Bond with the Digital Code neckbreaker! Equinox follows it up with the pin as the referee slides into position, counting…
1…
2…
3!
RESULT: Joseph Equinox def. Chris Bond via pinfall
Expanding the ranks
The hallways echo with the resonant cheers of thousands of fans, as Freedom Fighter makes his way down a hallway. he passes catering, and is stopped as Brock downs a can of Coke.
Brock-” Hey man. I just wanted to wish you luck out there tonight. Its good to see a familiar, FRIENDLY face in the business. I mean theres Hooligan, but you cant really see his face, so… Anyways. I just wanted to let you know that just because were friends, doesnt mean I going to let you walk through this.”
FF-” Yeah I…”
Brock-” No, I know. Its hard to fight friends and your going to give it your all. I get that, but I just want you to know. Im not going to hold back.”
FF- ” I dont…”
Brock-” I know you dont expect me to hold back, but I just wanted to make sure there was no confusion.”
FF- ” Brock its not…”
Brock- “I know right? This whole place is totally different from what it used to be. Dont worry. I hear ya loud and clear buddy. By the way, If tonight goes well, theres a red and black shirt waitin for ya on the bus.”
Brock smiles and walks off, leaving a speechless Freedom Fighter standing in his wake.
FF-” I was just looking for the bathroom.”
What Goes Around
The sVo cameras head backstage, a hushed chatter can be heard as a small group stands around as the paramedics are tending to JD James who was attacked earlier in the broadcast. Johnny All-Star, Gunner Lang, Chris Bond, and Howie Banks stand by silently watching with concern as the medics do their jobs.
One of the medics turns around to address the group with a solemn look as his face.
Medic: “I’m sorry … we’re going to have to get Mr. James to a hospital. It seems he may have suffered a heart attack as a result of the earlier attack. Which one of you is going to accompany him to the hospital?”
Gunner steps forward clearing his throat.
Gunner Lang: “I … am.”
Chris Bond and Howie Banks step up beside him.
Chris Bond: “I think we all will.”
Johnny All-Star: “Whoa … whoa … whoa.”
All-Star steps in front of the three men.
Johnny All-Star: “Like hell you will. You really think that’s what JD would want. All three of you are booked here tonight … that’s the last thing JD would want. You don’t want to fall into Bad Religions hands do you? You’re all going to go out there tonight and give it your all … for JD. The last thing you’re going to do is give that son of a b**** Anthony …”
“Did I hear my name?”
The four men turn around to see Anthony Moretti leaning against a wall with a cocky grin on his face watching the whole scene. Anthony begins a slow clap.
Anthony Moretti: “Great speech Johnny. It’s a sad … sad day guys … sad day indeed.”
Moretti pushes himself off the wall and approaches the group.
Gunner steps forward getting right in Moretti’s face his fists clenching.
Gunner Lang: “You … better keep on moving …”
All-Star grabs Gunner by the shoulder restraining him.
Johnny All-Star: “Don’t give him the satisfaction Gunn, not right now.
As Gunner and All-Star turn to ignore Anthony Moretti, Moretti steps a little closer.
Anthony Moretti: “Yeah … that’s right. Let this be a lesson to what happens when you f*** with a real Moretti you low life …”
Before Anthony can finish the sentence All-Star is on top of him forcing him to the ground and laying into him with a series of rights.
Johnny All-Star: “You … Son … Of … A … Bitch …”
The scene fades as Gunner, Bond, and Banks try to retrain All-Star.
I’LL MAKE YOU FAMOUS!
The lights in the arena begin to flash several different shades of green, as “Joker and the Thief” by Wolfmother blares out of the arena PAs. Nathan Paradine appears from behind the curtain, dressed in a cream suit and his arm in a sling following the events of Organised Chaos at Retribution. He strides down to the ring, ignoring the small chorus of boos from the crowd. He climbs up into the ring via the steel stairs and ducks under the top rope, pausing a moment before accepting a mic from the timekeeper.
He indicates with his hand for the crowd to quiet down.
Paradine: Now, that last thing I thought, that could possibly happen was for Team All-Star to lose at Retribution. I mean, we had Gunner Lang and Howie Banks, the sVo Tag Team Champions on our team! We had Chris Bond! We had the Hardcore Champion, Joseph Equinox! The Heroes of Violence, Brock and Hooligan! We had yours truly, who took a severe injury while being eliminated. And finally, we had a “mystery member”, who turned out to not be so mysterious at all.
Paradine paces around the ring as he talks, however he stops suddenly and begins to speak with vehemence.
Paradine: Of course, I’m talking about Cody Williams. The “saviour” of our team, so to speak.
The crowd pops for Cody’s name. Paradine looks around in disgust.
Paradine: How dare you cheer that man! How dare you cheer for Cody Williams, after his actions at Retribution! Cody Williams is the reason Johnny All-Star isn’t sitting backstage drinking champagne surrounded by a bevy of beautiful ladies! Cody Williams-
On every word, Nathan’s voice is rising. By now, he is nearly at breaking point.
Paradine: -Is the reason that Bad Religion think they can run the show. See how all of these problems can be traced back to the one person? Look at this!
On the V-Tron, footage from Retribution is shown. Cody is shown taking down Hooligan with a big right hand, before being double teamed by Travis Williams and Mad Max and pinned.
Paradine: See that people? Cody Williams took out his own partner. His negligence cost Team All-Star an elimination. That ladies and gentlemen, is what you get when you trust Cody Willis. Backstabbings, cheating, the works. This is what our former International Champion is made of. That is all he is good for.
Nathan faces the ramp, and pulls off his sunglasses. He pauses a moment, and the grins.
Paradine: And he doesn’t even have the balls to come down here and challenge what I say.
The boos are growing louder now, and Nathan moves to exit the ring. Suddenly, there is a flicker of movement from the top of the ramp. The crowd pops again as Cody Williams appears mic in hand! “The Reflection of Perfection” walks down to the ring, climbing in under the bottom rope, and stares down Paradine. Paradine just grins wider.
Paradine: Better late than never I suppose.
Cody: Do you have a problem with me?
Nathan glances around, as if the thought had never even crossed his mind.
Paradine: A problem? No, never, I just-
Cody: Because it seems to me that, maybe you are still concussed from Organised Chaos, because you obviously don’t know what you are saying!
Nathan reddens in anger at Cody’s words.
Paradine: Now you listen to me you scrawny little photo op! You cost us the victory at Retribution! You were built up as the holy saviour, and we were shown dirt where we expected the gleam of gold! You failed to deliver Cody!
Cody glances down.
Cody: You know what? You’re right. I didn’t deliver. How can I make it up to you?
Nathan looks shocked at this; However, he spends a moment thinking.
Paradine: Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, Cody. I shall forgive you for your sins. And we can both get on with life.
Cody hesitates for a moment. Nathan just gets angrier.
Paradine: Do it Cody! Pay for your sins!
Cody just stares at Nathan, an ugly expression on his face.
Paradine: I know you Cody. I know your type. Now get on your damn knees and beg for forgiveness!
Cody: You think you know me? You think you have it all figured out? Well, believe me, I am the LAST person you want to be involved with!
Paradine looks shocked for a moment at Cody’s outburst, before he begins to laugh aloud.
Paradine: I see… Well then, seems that you don’t know just how much the sVo has changed since you were last here!
Paradine then shoves Cody, sending him reeling off-balance. Cody takes a moment to steady himself, and then he spins back, catching Nathan with an open-handed slap to the face. Nathan is knocked to the ground, and he rolls out of the ring clutching his face and staring down Cody angrily.
Cody: If you want to make a name for yourself, than you just messed with the wrong person. And now, I am going to make you FAMOUS, the hard way!
The crowd cheers, and Nathan screams at Cody from ringside to “Bring it!”. Cody holds the ropes open, inviting him back into the ring, however Nathan just shakes his head and storms up the ramp. Cody, not letting him get of that easy, exits the ring and follows him backstage.
sVo TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Gunner Lang & Howie Banks (c) vs. Blaze & Sensei Shredder vs. Freedom Fighter & Rodimus vs. Brock & Hooligan
The lights start flashing White to makes a Strobelight effect as Freedom Fighter steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp. As he walks down the ramp, blue and red smoke comes from underneath it. He cheers with the crowd and all of that, giving people high fives.
The Lights go off as strobes and smoke blanket the front of the entrance as This Moment by Disturbed plays. Then a Green Spotlight from the center of the entrance lights up shining down the ramp. Rodimus walks out in the spotlight with his features obscured in the light. Reaching the Ring he walks up the stairs and steps through the ropes and makes a circuit leaning against each side of the ropes.
The pre-chorus of “Reptilia” begins, with the drum beats blasting as the lights dim out and orange and blue flames flicker on the screen. The guitar riff plays as the lights begin to flash orange and blue, followed by the chorus of Reptilia beginning as a huge flame pyro explodes in the entrance way and BlaZe comes running out of the back. He sprints to the ring, sliding in and leaping to his feet wildly and signalling to the fans. He climbs the turnbuckle as poses, before removing his jersey, autographing it and throwing it to the fans. He then runs to the other side, autographing his cap and throwing that to the fans before jumping down into the center of the ring and hopping up and down to prepare for the match.
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 Shredder reaches the ring, he jumps around in excitement, going to each turnbuckle raising both his fists in the air for the crowd. Music fades as he readys for his upcoming opponents.
A wall of pyros scream out diagonally from the stage as Dive by Disciple cranks out of the speakers. Brock enters the stage as the pyros fade. He continues quickly down the ramp, sliding into the ring. After a quick lap, he climbs to the second rope, throwing one finger in the air before retreating to his corner.
Everything goes dark when the sound of Rammstein’s B?ck Dich hits the sound system. The screen then begins to play old highlights of GLCW matches of Hooligan. Red lights and red pyrotechnics then fill the entrance as he emerges out and makes his way down the walkway slowly as fans reach out to try to touch. He then takes a running start and dives onto the ring under the bottom rope and then gets to his feet. Hooligan goes to the center of the ring and raises his arm in a fist as he spins in a circle slowly looking out to the audience. He then retreats to his corner and awaits the beginning of the fight.
“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 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.
With all eight men in the ring the referee calls for the bell to be rung and the tag team madness gets underway! Howie Banks and Gunner Lang quickly make their way towards Hooligan and Brock as Rodimus and Freedom Fighter knock down Shredder and Blaze with a quick flurry of punches. Hooligan grabs hold of Gunner Lang and throws him into the corner of the ring as Brock is taken down with a DDT by Howie Banks. Brock quickly rises up to his feet and fires back with some big punches on Banks, as Hooligan lays into Gunner Lang in the corner with shoulder blocks to his midsection.
Rodimus and Freedom Fighter knock down Shredder with a double team clothesline, before trying the same move on Blaze. However Blaze ducks under the arms of Freedom Fighter and Rodimus and takes both men down with a clothesline of his own after bouncing off of the ropes! Shredder is quickly up to his feet to attack Freedom Fighter with a set of martial arts kicks as Rodimus is pulled up by Blaze. Blaze tries to take down Rodimus with a suplex, however it is reversed onto Blaze!
Hooligan pulls Gunner Lang out of the corner of the ring and takes him down to the mat with a scoop slam. However Hooligan is quickly dispatched out of the ring by Howie Banks. Banks taunts Hooligan to get back in as he lays on the floor, but as he does Brock sneaks up behind Howie Banks and tosses him over the top rope as well! Howie Banks and Hooligan lay on the outside of the ring as Brock pulls Gunner Lang off of the mat. Brock whips Gunner Lang into the ropes, but Gunner Lang bounces back and hits a running DDT on Brock! Brock hits the mat hard to cheers from the crowd.
Shredder continues to hit Freedom Fighter with stiff kicks, however he is grabbed by Gunner Lang and taken to the mat with a bulldog from behind. Gunner Lang drops an elbow across the body of Freedom Fighter, before turning around and being met with a knee to the midsection from Freedom Fighter! Freedom Fighter and Rodimus both gang up on Gunner Lang with a double suplex to take him down! On the outside of the ring Hooligan begins to get to his feet, and he quickly makes his way across to Howie Banks who is laying on the outside of the ring. Hooligan quickly goes to work on Banks with a set of stiff kicks to the midsection of the Tag Team Champion.
Freedom Fighter and Rodimus climb to their feet looking very pleased with themselves after the double teaming of Gunner Lang, but as they do Blaze leaps from the top rope and takes both of them down with a cross body! The fans cheer the high flying move from Blaze as he slowly rises up to his feet. However Blaze’s triumph doesn’t last for long as he receives a superkick to the face from Brock who then makes the cover!
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Gunner Lang dives across to break up the pinfall attempt and stop the Tag Team Championship belts from changing hands! On the outside of the ring Hooligan pulls up Howie Banks before ramming him into the side of the ring. Howie Banks holds his heavily bandaged ribs in pain, before Howie Banks rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope! Gunner Lang pulls Brock up off of the mat before taking him down to the mat with a Gorilla Press slam! Brock looks in pain, but Hooligan quickly sneaks up behind Gunner Lang before dropping him with a reverse DDT! The fans cheer for the move from the HoV member who then makes the cover!
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Howie Banks makes the save before the three can be counted!
Howie Banks rises up to his feet and pulls Hooligan up with him! Howie Banks throws Hooligan into the ropes before dropping him with a arm drag takedown as he bounces back. With Hooligan down on the mat, Howie Banks makes his way to the top rope! The fans cheer as Banks lands the ‘Hollywood Splash’ on Hooligan, but the move seems to have hurt Banks just as much as Hooligan as he holds his ribs in pain! Gunner Lang tries to take advantage of this situation as he jumps down on Hooligan to make the cover!
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No! Freedom Fighter and Rodimus both leap onto Gunner Lang to make the save for Hooligan! It looked like the Tag Team Champions were going to retain right there, but Freedom Fighter and Rodimus got their just in time! Freedom Fighter and Rodimus stand over Gunner Lang waiting for him to rise to his feet, but as they do Sensi Shredder takes down Rodimus with ‘The Cutter’! Freedom Fighter turns to attack Shredder, but as he does Blaze rolls him up from behind!
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Blaze has scored the pinfall over Freedom Fighter, and as a result has won the match for his team! The fans cheer as Blaze and Sensei Shredder bail out of the ring and collect their Tag Team Championship belts from ringside as the six other men lay out in the ring! Gunner Lang and Howie Banks have lost their Tag Team Championship belts without being pinned, and Blaze and Shredder make their way up the entrance ramp with their first piece of sVo gold!
RESULT: Double Dragons become NEW sVo Tag Team Champions via pinfall
Bad Religion Goes Xtreme?
Anthony Morretti is seen walking around, minutes before Travis Williams’ big match. As he approaches the table for coffee, he pours himself a small cup, to keep his motor in smooth running condition. Stirring it with a small strawl, he walks back down the hall, where Peter Gilmour and Rose are both standing against the wall, talking over the match Peter was just in. Anthony tosses his coffee, and approaches the couple.
“Peter, how’s the head?” Anthony says with a small sense of humor, after his boy Max defeated him early in the night. Peter moves Rose behind, “What do you want Anthony, you’re boy won, nothing else to deal with.” Anthony laughs, and looks at Rose, “Doll, will you get us two coffees, I like mine with sugar and cream, and you know how Peter likes his.” Rose looks at Anthony with a disgust look, Peter turns and looks at her, “Yeah, doll, we need to discuss business, I’ll fill you in when you return.”
Rose rolls her eyes at the two, mumbling, “To the xtreme is where your ass will go tonight Peter, extreme couch!” Anthony laughs, as he puts his arm around a sore Peter. “Next week, I’ve got you booked in a match. Bad Religion will be at ringside with you. All you have to do, is win the match.” Peter looks at him and rolls his eyes, knowing the match is going to be hard, “No Peter, trust me, this is a new comer, I am not even sure he has had a match yet. Besides, we’ll be there to make sure things go the way we want them too.” Anthony removes his arm, and starts to walk awau, as Peter speaks, “So am I apart of Bad Religion?” Anthony pauses, “You are as good as in as they come Peter. Be ready next week, we have an important match coming up. Travis is about to become number one contender for the belt Stevo sucks at wearing!”
Anthony walks down the hall as Peter is filled with excite. He walks off trying to find the weight room, to try and perpare for his match for next week early. When Rose returns with the coffees, no one is there. She throws the coffees against the wall, and screams, “YEAH FUCK YOU BOTH!” She storms off in hunt for Peter, to stress her anger towards him leaving her alone.
Tick Tock…Tick Tock…
V/O: Tick Tock…Tick Tock…
[The voice is cold, frighting. It is calm to the point of frightening. The voice speaks with a heartless intensity that could only be one man, Drew Carrig.]
V/O Drew Carrig: Time’s up, SVO.
[The face of Drew Carrig fills the screen.]
Drew Carrig: Hello all.
[The fans react with a mixed feeling.]
Drew Carrig: Allow me to simplify here and now. It is funny how things work. This love of mine has become my curse. My love of professional wrestling now fills my heart with hatred. The SVO was a place that I would come and make my family proud. Now I have no family. I have no purpose….
[Drew Carrig sighs but then smiles.]
Drew Carrig: Let me rephrase that. My purpose is no longer my family. My purpose is simple. To come to the SVO and eliminate every single person on the roster.
[Drew Carrig looks straight ahead, almost as if you can see the nothingness in his soul.]
Drew Carrig: My purpose is to stop the fighting betwixt cliques and put this horrid chapter in the SVO to rest. I will stop all of this bickering, and name-calling and raise the SVO to the level where it belongs. A level of destruction and hatred and emptiness. A level…a level the same as myself.
[A pause.]
Drew Carrig: I am the redeemer.
I am the freedom fighter.
I am the Phoenix.
[Drew Carrig spoke that almost in a trance. His head shakes and again he stares straight ahead.]
Drew Carrig: And you will pay. Each and everyone of you here in the SVO. Tomorrow night, I hope everyone in Scotland attends UnSanctioned so they can see the destruction begin. The two men, Jake Hunter and Scorpion will become my first victims of many in this sea of impurities. Jake Hunter and Scorpion, I come here tonight to offer you two some advice: if you don’t know GOD yet, then I suggest you talk to him a great deal in your last few hours, for the time is now. And soon, each of you may not know GOD, but you most certainly will know fear.
[A heartless laugh from Drew Carrig as the scene fades to black.]
THE NEW ERA
*There is a momentary lull in the audience as the cameras pan through the arena and stagehands work to get everything prepped at ringside. This lull quickly turns into a roar though as each and every fan in the building springs up out of their seat and onto their feet as the lights begin to flicker and “Remember” by Disturbed hits the PA. The words “The Past is In-de-struct-able” flicker on the sVo Tron before pyro after pyro explodes. The pyro then stops and the lights are completely shut off in the arena. As they come back on, we are treated with an otherwise brand new entrance video for the current sVo World Heavyweight Champion. Highlights from different eras of Psyko Stevo’s long and illustrious career are shown as the fans respond to each with tremendous applause. During this highlight package, the fans errupt once again as Psyko Stevo walks out from the backstage area, the World Heavyweight title secured tightly around his waist and a half grin on his face. Stevo knows that this is his moment and he’s ready to soak it all up. He poses for a second on the steel ramp way as he looks around the arena at the legions of fans who are cheering their hearts out. Stevo then marches down the ramp way, signing a few autographs for children at ringside along the way before springing up onto the ring apron and doing his trademark back flip over the top rope into the ring. Stevo then calls for a mic and the applause dies down just a bit as he begins to speak.*
Stevo: Thank you, thank you all so much.
*Stevo’s words could barely even be heard as the fans continue to cheer. As he continues to speak though, the noise finally dies down.*
Stevo: You know, when this world tour started, I didn’t really know what think of it. It took me away from my boy, and that something that really bothered me.
*Stevo pauses for a second.*
Stevo: But as each leg as passed and I’ve traversed more and more of planet Earth, it’s actually been a great experience.
*Another brief pause as Stevo looks up at the rafters at a group of fans holding a gigantic banner whch reads, “The Best Around” Psyko Stevo.*
Stevo: Last week, I won the sVo World Heavyweight Championship for the second time over Mike Best.
*The fans erupt in cheer and Stevo smiles.*
Stevo: The first time I won that belt, it was amazing… but this experience has just been something else. I got calls from people all over the world, fan mail as been pouring in from all corners of the planet. I’ve recieved letters from kids in Japan, from businessmen in England, from mothers and fathers in America… it’s just been extraordinary.
*Stevo paces around the ring a little bit as he finishes off his thoughts.*
Stevo: The sVo has really grown into something special over these last eight months… and I can’t even explain how proud I am to have been a big part of that growth.
*The fans pop as Stevo smiles a broad smile.*
Stevo: Some people have asked me… “is this the end for you?”. And let’s face it, it’s a pretty valid question. I’ve proved all my doubters wrong, I’ve avenged every loss that I’ve racked up, not that there have been many. I’ve shut up Mike Best, I’ve beaten the odds in main events time and time again… I’ve come out here week in and week out and defeated men half my age without ever shutting it down or taking a break.
*Stevo looks down at the mat and then back up at the fans with a smile on his face.*
Stevo: I won’t lie. Over the last six days, people have approached me and said, maybe it’s time for me to step away. Management has said… they appreciate what I’ve done, but maybe, just maybe it’s time for me to gracefully bow out and let the new crop of stars take their place at the top of this federation. I’ve been offered some nice consulting type positions within the corporate structure of the sVo and they’ve been really appealing… more time to spend at home with Jamal, more time to get my personal life back on track and focus on my marketing business… more time for a lot of things.
*The fans start to converse amongst themselves as a buzz can be felt through the arena.*
Stevo: So I won’t lie, I thought about it… for about ten seconds, then I told them NO.
*A huge pop from the fans.*
Stevo: So what, the Psyko Stevo/Mike Best chapter has ended, big deal, I’m not going anywhere. Some people think that I’ve been hogging the spotlight, well if that’s what they really think, they can march down to the ring and they can pin my shoulders to the mat and they can take this title from me the old fashioned way.
*There is an electricity in the air now as Stevo continues to speak.*
Stevo: This is a new era, it’s not the Psyko Stevo era… it’s the sVo era. We’re entering a new age in this federations history… I look up and down the roster and I don’t see the type of roadblocks that existed a couple months ago when I was making my first charge at the championship. Jimmy Moretti and his little boys club are gone… Kelly Flawless is gone… Kerry Milano is gone… Mike Best is nursing his body back to health and with Paige Johnson at the helm that means that there’s nothing but opportunity for the NEXT group of stars to rise up and make their push towards greatness.
*Stevo scratches the back of his neck for a second before looking up at the steel ramp way.*
Stevo: Right now, I’d like to bring out the man that I’m hand picking to be the big star here in the sVo, he’s the current Hardcore Champion and a hell of a tough guy, Joseph Equinox!
*The fans pop as “Open Your Eyes” by the Guano Apes hits the PA and out walks Joseph Equinox, Hardcore Title draped over his shoulder and a grin on his face. Equinox takes a brisk walk down the steel ramp way before making his way into the ring between the middle and top rope.*
Stevo: Let me tell you about Joseph Equinox, Joseph Equinox is the real deal. He’s the next big thing here in the sVo. Equinox….
*The arena erupts in a chorus of boo’s as “Bad Religion” by Godsmack hits the PA and out walk in tandem, Mad Max, Anthony Moretti and Travis Williams. Anthony Moretti has a mic in his hand and a scowl on his face as he begins to speak.*
Anthony: Enough of this! You’ve been talking for too damn long, Steee-vo.
*The fans continue to boo as Max and Williams look menacingly across the arena and into the ring at Psyko Stevo and Joseph Equinox.*
Stevo: Oh, did you want a turn? Please, be my guest, enlighten us Moretti.
Anthony: Listen here Stevo, I couldn’t care less if you just beat Mike Best for the World Championship, Mike Best was yesterdays news.
*The fans give a mixed reaction for this as Moretti tunes them all out and continues speaking, his eyes focused on Psyko Stevo the entire time.*
Anthony: I listened to your “touching” little spheel you just delievered to the fans. Your pre-rehersed nonsense… it sickened me. You’re a god damned joke and I’m not going to stop until I expose you for the FRAUD that you are.
*The fans start to boo as Psyko Stevo cuts everyone off.*
Stevo: Oh hold up there… you had your shot against me Moretti, just like EVERYONE else who has really wanted it… and if you don’t remember, I’ll fill you in. You couldn’t get the job done. You lost, end of story, shut up and leave the arena because no one wants to hear you right now.
*Moretti goes from composed to downright livid as he’s reminded of the one chance he recieved at the Heavyweight Championship, months ago.*
Anthony: Look here Stevo, the past is irrelevant. You got lucky in our last meeting as you know it!
*Moretti pauses as he gathers his thoughts.*
Anthony: But I do agree with one thing you said… we’re at the cusp of a new era here in the sVo. Oh, but it’s not some golden fairy tale land, ripe with opportunity. Oh no, it’s the BAD RELIGION era. Look to either side of me and you’ll see men ten times the competitors that you wish you could have been in your prime Stevo.
Stevo: Well if they’re so confident, why don’t they prove it? I’ve already gone toe to toe with Max, I haven’t seen anything impressive from Mr. Wiliams? Don’t even get me started on Travis Williams, I might as well bring a pillow to the arena the next time that guy shows up.
*The fans chuckle a bit as Moretti has heard enough.*
Anthony: All right, you want to do this the hard way, we’ll do it the hard way. You and your little boyfriend Equinox there are about to get the beating of your lives.
*Bad Religion starts to descend down the steel ramp way, but Stevo holds the mic to his mouth and speaks.*
Stevo: Woah ho, hold up there! You guys don’t have to waste your energy, marching all the way down to this ring… wait there, Joe and I will be right up to meet you.
Anthony: What kind of? All right… let’s do this the old fashioned way…
Stevo: Oh, it’s about to get real old fashioned all right…
*Stevo motions to Equinox and the two slide under the bottom rope in tandem. Stevo then reaches under the ring and retrieves a red baseball bat along with a tire iron. Stevo then calmly picks up the mic in his left hand as he grips the baseball bat in his right.*
Stevo: All right, let’s do this.
*Moretti and the rest of Bad Religion look towards each other with a bit of shock as Psyko Stevo and Joseph Equinox march up the steel ramp way purpose, weapons in hand. Moretti and the rest of Bad Religion each start to take steps backwards as the Hardcore and World Champions march forward.*
Stevo: Come on, you wanted to do this old school. Oh that’s right though, you forgot old school Psyko Stevo is one sadistic freak, didn’t you?
Anthony: You’re either a lunatic or an idiot… and my money is on the later. Mark my words though Stevo, this isn’t the last you’re gonna see of us. Oh, and that pretty little belt you have tied across your waist, yea, don’t grow too comfortable with it… it’ll be ours soon.
*Stevo gives Equinox a nod and the two sprint forward at the same time, as they do this Bad Religion high tails it back up the steel ramp and into the backstage area.*
Looking Good In Gold
Backstage in the office of President Paige, Scott Love is sitting behind his boss’s desk holding an ice pack to his face after the blow received earlier in the line of duty by Bad Religion. President Paige is standing in front of him posing in the mirror whilst wearing the Las Vegas Championship belt over her shoulder, a belt that she stripped from Travis Williams earlier in the night.
“What do you think, I look good with the belt?”
Paige smiles as she poses with the belt infront of Scott Love. Love doesn’t look to happy though as he holds his face in pain. Scott Love gives a polite nod of his head as Paige puts the belt down on her desk.
“What you thinking of making yourself Champion?”
The question from Scott Love brings an instant shake of the head from Paige as she settles down on the sofa to watch the main event that will be taking place soon that sees Alex Ross, Night and Travis Williams fight over the right to face sVo Champion Psyko Stevo for the title.
“No chance. As good as I look with that gold around my waist, I am no wrestler. The Las Vegas title is all about spotting potential anyway. We have lots of new exciting wrestlers here in the sVo, they deserve a shot at this title to make a name for themselves.”
Scott Love nods his head painfully as he makes his way over to the TV.
“I sure hope that Travis Williams don’t win this match…”
Scott Love stares at the TV with anger in his eyes, but Paige takes a more positive outlook.
“I don’t know, it might be pretty funny to see Psyko Stevo destroy him in front of everyone. Hell he has already destroyed every other member of Bad Religion in the ring and…..”
Paige suddenly goes silent as all of a sudden the lights in the room flicker before going out completely.
“What the hell?”
The voice of Paige rings around the darkened room for a few seconds, before the lights spring back to life.
“What the hell was that?”
Scott Love looks around the ring as he asks the question while Paige relaxes back on the sofa to watch the main event.
“Don’t worry it was nothing. Probably a power cut or something.”
Paige leans back, unconcerned at all about the ‘power cut’.
sVo CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERS MATCH
Alex Ross vs. Travis Williams vs. Night
“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.
Alex Ross steps out onto the apron, as he awaits one of his opponent.
The sounds of funeral music blares on the sound system, as the organ streams. Suddenly the lights go completely out, as a guitar over takes it, and the drums come bashing in. The lights on the stage start to flicker in the beat, as the loud screams echoes across the arena.
“Shh be quiet, you might piss somebody off
Like me motherfucker, you’ve been at it for too long
While you feed off others insecurities
You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds “
Critical Acclaim by Avenge 7 Fold starts to blare out across the arena, as Travis Williams walks out to the top of the sVo ramp. His trench coat almost dragging the metal ramp, as he lifts back his hood, and walks down the isle in a slow manger. He circles around the ring, reaching the steel steps, as he walks up to the top of the last step. The lights in the arena return to normal, as
“So how does it feel to know that someones kid in the heart of America
Has blood on their hands, fighting to defend your rights
So you can maintain the lifestyle that insults this family’s existence
Well, where I’m from we have a special salute we aim high in the air
Towards all those pompous assholes who spend their days pointing fingers
Fuck you”
Travis removes his trench coat, handing it off to someone at ringside. He grabs the top rope, and guides his way up to the apron, and towards the center of the ring. He looks up at the ramp, as he wipes his boots on the apron, and steps in between the top and middle rope. He walks over to a corner, as he awaits the referee to check him, and for the opening bell.
Travis Williams follows Alex’s suit, as he too steps out onto the apron and awaits the entrance of International Champion, Night!
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 erupts 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 seamlessly, he moves deceptively quickly to the ring, sliding deliberately and headfirst into the ring.
Night removes his belt, and hands it off to the lady at ringside, as Alex slips into the ring, and instantly attacks Night from behind with an axe handle blow to the upper back, as the referee calls for the bell.
DING
DING
Night stumbles up against the ropes, as Ross Irish whips him, and on Night’s return, Ross catches him with a back elbow to the mouth. Travis rushes in at Ross, and instantly is side stepped, as Ross helps Travis over the top rope to the outside, crashing hard on the floor below.
Alex slowly stalks Night, who is trying to picking himself up, as he is on one knee, and Ross helps him up. Ross hooks head, and pauses so the crowd can intake the scene, as he throws Night’s arm over his head. He grabs the tights, and lifts up Night, walking around the ring, in a stalling suplex position. Alex walks back to the center, as he goes to fall back, Night lands on his feet, catching Ross in a neck breaker.
Both men lay on the canvas barely moving, attempting to catch their breath. Travis Williams climbs onto the apron, spotting both men beside one another on the canvas. He climbs to the top rope, and leaps off with a splash, Night rolls out the way, leaving Ross to suffer the blow. Night rolls to his feet, as Travis lands, he springs up somewhat, holding his stomach. Night grabs his head, and tights, tossing him in between the top and middle ropes to the outside. Night turns back to Ross, covering him, hooking both legs. The referee slides in, checks the shoulders…
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…Ross throws himself in a fit, flinging Night off of him. Night looks at the referee for an official count call, as the referee signals two, and rolls his shoulder, and does the same to the crowd. Night grabs Alex by the hair, and rolls him over, as he pull him up, as he reaches his feet too. Night sets him up against the ropes, and attempts to rip open Ross’s chest with a knife edge chop, as he Irish whips him into the ropes. Night leaps onto the middle rope, and springs off with a leg larit, but Ross catches him, and tosses him over his head in a reverse T-bone suplex. Ross is slow to make a cover, trying to shake all the cobwebs out. He slowly crawls over to a falling Night, and lays an arm over him.
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Travis Williams is in the ring, and dropkicks Ross in the side of the head, breaking the pin. Travis picks up Ross, and leaves him staggering on his feet. He rushes the ropes, bounces off, and nails Ross in the mouth with a mafia kick, sending Ross to the outside of the ring. Travis climbs out after Ross, grabbing up by his hair, he lifts up Ross, pitting Ross in half over his shoulder. Travis rushes towards the ring apron, sending Ross’s lower back crashing.
Williams slides back into the ring, as Night pulls himself up by the ropes. Travis rushes into Night, the champion springboards onto the middle rope, and sling shots off with the leg larit nailing Travis perfectly. Night slowly pulls himself back up, attempting to catch all the air possible, as he lifts up the former Las Vegas Champion. From behind, Night starts a dragon sleeper, setting Travis up for his Dream Time. Travis rolls, hooking his arms around the waist of Night, and flips him over into a bridge pin. Night fights it, never allowing his shoulders to stay on the mat, he bridges up and rolls Travis, and lifts him up. Night hooks the head of Travis, attempting to drop him in an Emerald Fusion, but Travis flings himself over, landing on his feet. Still with Night’s grasp on him, he lifts him up for a back suolex, Night flips backwards, landing on his feet. Both men take notice of the other, and rush in, as both men nail each other with matching Shining Wizards, leaving them both down.
As Night and Williams lay on the mat, the crowd boo as Alex Ross slowly rolls into the ring! Alex Ross makes his way over to make the cover on Night, however as he does his former bodyguards Joaquin and Clyde sprint down to the ring! Joaquin and Clyde knock Alex Ross down from behind! The fans cheer as Joaquin and Clyde put the boots into Alex Ross before exiting the ring leaving him down on the mat! Now all three men are down and the #1 contendership is in the balance! Night is the first man to slowly rise up to his feet, and the International Champion jumps across to make the cover on Alex Ross.
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The count is broken at the very last minute by Travis Williams who pulls Night off of Alex Ross. The perfect ten looks in pain at the beat down by his former bodyguards as Travis Williams whips Night hard into the ropes. Night bounces back, but Travis Williams takes the International Champion down with a ‘Dream Shatter’! The crowd boo the move from the Bad Religion members as he slowly rises up to his feet! Travis Williams looks like he is going to pick up the win right here after hitting a finishing move on Night! However as Travis Williams moves to make a cover on Night, out of no where ‘The Perfect Ten’ rushes up and grabs Travis Williams around the neck, before taking him down to the mat with a ‘Jackpot’! The fans continue to boo the finisher from Alex Ross, as he slowly rolls across the body of Night who Williams has taken out!
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Travis Williams might have taken out Night, but it’s the former International Champion Alex Ross who profits by scoring the pin fall over the current International Champion! The crowd boo loudly as Alex Ross slowly rises up to his feet and looks down at the International Champion and the Bad Religion member who are laying down on the mat. Alex Ross has his hand raised in the air in victory as the crowd boo the fact that ‘The Perfect Ten’ has just earned himself a shot at the sVo Championship! Showdown #27 heads off of the air with ‘The Perfect Ten’ celebrating in the middle of the ring, and the ‘Countdown to Violence’ well and truly underway!
RESULT: Alex Ross def. Night & Travis Williams via pinfall
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