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TSWF_Fedhead Administrator Posts: 164 Registered: Sep 2008    Posted March 24th, 2009 10:56 AM   IP              ==================================== CLYDE KENNEDY & MICHAEL SANDSBURY ==================================== [We fade in to Michael Sandsbury’s offices as he is looking over some paperwork. All of a sudden we hear a loud commotion outside and the door flies open as Clyde Kennedy walks inside. Sandsbury leaps out of his seat.] Sandsbury: Umm, hi Clyde… did we have an appointment? Kennedy: Michael, it's all your fault. Sandsbury: What is? Kennedy: I was embarrassed at the Charles Linnenbringer Memorial Cup by DARK SOUL of all people and it's because YOU are running me ragged with all of your shenanigans with this Warriors Cry event. And if you EVER force me into another match without my consent, I promise you it will be the LAST thing you do. And you BETTER talk to your paper champion about his lawsuits. If they take me down, TSWF is sure to follow. You may not like me, but I have represented this company every time you have asked me to – I am the future of this organization, not Davis. Don’t forget that. [Kennedy turns around without pause and exits Sandsbury’s office.] Sandsbury: I _really_ need to get a lock for that door. [Fade out] ================================================== SAM BEVINS, MARCUS DAVIS & PERFECTLY PERFECT DUO ================================================== [The camera fades into a locker room of a private gym facility. There is a row of yellow lockers and an exit to the showers shown. The private facility is decorated nicely with comfortable looking chairs, a huge television, and a few personal assistants walking around. We see "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins who looks as if she has just gotten finished with a work out. She is wearing a pair of black yoga capri pants, a pink and white tank top, and white tennis shoes. Her long blonde hair is tied back into a low ponytail. An assistant approaches SSB and hands her a water bottle. Samantha smiles and takes a sip of water from a blue water bottle as the camera zooms closer to her.] SSB: You were teased as a child, weren't you, Clyde? [She shrugs.] SSB: Bullied? [She raises a brow, her smile now turning into a sarcastic smirk.] SSB: Pushed down on the playground? [Samantha sits her bottle to the side.] SSB: Sure sounds like it to me. Only an insecure, petulant little boy like you would arrange an attack on a woman. Only a boy. [She crosses her arms over her chest.] SSB: But while we now put the past behind us, I sense you're getting more terrified by the minute, because you will soon hear the Warrior's Cry and there will not be a damn thing you can do about it. Too bad. [Samantha grins mischievously.] SSB: Too bad Cassandra Whitmore has bigger balls than either Real Xtreme or yourself, Clyde. [Samantha laughs as she uncrosses her arms.] SSB: Speaking of Cassandra, I am just dying to get my hands around your scrawny little throat. I am looking forward to donning my wrestling boots one more time, step into the ring with you, and rip your hair out of your head. I've been training everyday with the PPD and Marcus Davis since my injuries have healed up so I can get into the ring and destroy you. I'm _dying_ to deliver my own bitch slap right across your ugly mug. Because guess what, Cassy? It _IS_ going to happen. [She smiles.] SSB: After Marcus, PPD, and Kenji destroy your group, we get our match, bitch. I've never been more ready. [Enter the PPD into the facility. Both wear their wrestling tights; Lance’s black and lime green, Max’s black and bright yellow with PPD t-shirts. They walk toward Samantha.] SSB: Ready for Real Xtreme? [A confused look crosses Max Studd’s face.] Max Studd: Wait… Real Xtreme. Haven’t we beaten them? SSB: Of course you have, Max. Max Studd: That’s what I thought. [Lance nods.] Lance Studd: Real Xtreme, the last time you met us face to face, toe to toe… we DID defeat you. This time, when you see us in the ring, we’ll make it two for two. [Lance looks to Samantha.] Lance Studd: No one treats The Sensuous One like you two instigators did. No one with any decency roughs up any woman. No matter their size… the way you two did. I know this match be pretty difficult for you guys to comprehend, considering you two share a brain and it isn’t very big… BUT, know this… you’re dead. Max Studd: As far as Clyde Kennedy goes? Marcus Davis, regardless of if we see eye to eye with him, will take care of Kennedy. [Max puts his arm around Samantha’s shoulder as the trio begin to walk toward the exit of the locker rooms.] Max Studd: Ready for some more training? [Samantha smiles toward the PPD.] SSB: That’s like asking if I am ready to kick Cassandra Whitmore’s ass. [PPD and Samantha walk into the facility that houses the gym and its equipment. It is quite quaint with updated gym equipment, such as treadmills, bicycles, a wrestling ring and more. Samantha looks toward the left and Marcus Davis catches her eye. Davis is dressed in a white collared shirt and some blue jeans. A smile comes across his face as he sees the camera and Samantha approach.] Davis: I don’t have much to say right now, the time for speaking is over. Kennedy and Associates… I’ll see _YOU_ in the Warrior’s Cry. [Fade.] ============== [We hear the opening chords of "Lights & Sounds" by Yellowcard and see a sped up shot of all the fans lined up outside of the Sovereign Bank Arena. The shot then changes to the ring being assembled and the crowd filing in to fill the performance space. Finally, we cut to a quick montage of all the TSWF roster members -- Ryan Bradley hitting a Shooting Star Legdrop Tommy Gunn using the Gunn-Blast Ezra Malachi nailing Alex Kardell with the Malachi 2:8 James O'Connor locking someone in a Rear Naked Choke The montage ends with Mark Adams Junior posing inside the squared circle, Escrima sticks in hand] ## Hello you How was the rest? ## [We show Shadoe Rage and Anthony Kutler during the 3 Way Dance at "Classic Assault" -- Both men brawling in the ringside area] ## You made it through But never the less ## [The shot changes to now show both men during their match at "Evolution" -- Kutler hits an Edge Aero, driving Shadoe Rage into the ringside mats] ## I got you, out on a wire You be love and I’ll be a liar ## [Same match at "Evolution" -- Shadoe Rage nails a Cutter into a steel chair] ## Tell it all and fill up the air ## [Shadoe Rage is perched up on the top rope, setting up for the Angel Death Drop] But make it loud ‘cause nobody’s there ## [Rage sails off...] Nobody’s there [...And lands across Kutler. The referee counts the pinfall to three.] Nobody's there (yeah) [Shadoe Rage now with Kutler in a front chancery and DDTs him into the ring apron] ## Stop, turn, take a look around At all the lights and sounds Let ‘em bring you in ## [Cut to Cage Sin -- Shadoe Rage stands with the Tri-State title in hand after defeating Marcus Davis] ## Slow, burn, let it all fade out And pull the curtain down I Wonder where you've been ## [Same match -- Kutler standing at ringside with Michael Sandsbury as the official decision is reversed, awarding the match to Davis] ## Make it new but stay in the lines Just let go But keep it inside ## [Cut back to Evolution but this time, we see Marcus Davis getting the three count on Clyde Kennedy to become the new Tri-State champion.] ## Smile big, for everyone Even when you know what they’ve done ## [Samantha Bevins stands at ringside, basking in Davis' new found glory] ## They gave you the end but not where to start Not how to build, how to tear it apart ## ["6 More Weeks of Violence" -- The Perfectly Perfect Duo facing off against Marcus Davis in a handicap match. Lance Studd nails Davis with the Impeccable and goes for the cover when Real Xtreme and Clyde Kennedy attack all three men] ## So tell it all and fill up the air ## [Robinson hits Lance Studd with a suplex] ## But make it loud ‘cause nobody’s there ## [Lance Williams clotheslines Max Studd] ## Nobody’s there ## [Kennedy pummels Marcus Davis, leaving him a bloody mess] ## Stop, turn, take a look around At all the lights and sounds Let ‘em bring you in ## ["Force Friday -- Lance Studd hits a springboard bulldog taking Lance Williams and Max Studd to the mat. Lance covers Williams and the referee counts the three count while Samantha Bevins holds James Robinson's leg, preventing him from making the save] ## Slow, burn, let it all fade out ## [James Robinson waffles both Lance and Max Studd with a steel chair] ## And pull the curtain down ## [Sam Bevins gets cornered into the ring by Real Xtreme and Cassandra Whitmore] ## I wonder where you've been ## [James Robinson sets Bevins up on the top turnbuckle and power bombs her through the timekeeper's table on the outside of the ring. The music then goes instrumental as we fade to black.] ## I’ve got a way to work this out I’ve got a way and you know how ## [We fade back up with black and white footage of Marcus Davis standing with Samantha Bevins, the PPD, and their respective legal teams] ## I’ve got a way to work this out I’ve got a way and you know how ## [We show a black and white shot of the Clyde Kennedy standing in his office, back to the camera as he looks out the huge window overlooking NYC] ## I’ve got a way to work this out I’ve got a waaay... ## [We then seen TSWF Owner Michael Sandsbury standing with NJWF member, Daisuke Akera as they shake hands] ## I've got a way to work this out I’ve got a way and you know how I’ve got a way to work this out I’ve got a waaay... I've got a way to work this out I've got a way and you know how I’ve got a way to work this out I’ve got a waaay... ## [A fast motion montage plays out as we see the Warrior's Cry cage structure being assembled inside the arena] ## Stop, turn, take a look around At all the lights and sounds Let ‘em bring you in ## [We zoom across the cheering fans along ringside on all four sides of the ring] ## Slow, burn, let it all fade out And pull the curtain down ## [We see a shot of Adam and Stephanie preparing at the announce booth] ## I Wonder where you've been ## [The timekeeper and referee talk inside the ring] ## You've earned everything you've found And painted faces frown ## [The ring announcer begins to speak but we can't hear what he has to say. The fans cheer like mad.] ## I'll say I knew you will.... ## [We conclude with a zoom out to a wide shot of the packed crowd with the ring in the middle as we fade to black] ============== [We fade up to the semi-packed crowd inside the Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, NJ. As always, the ring is set up in the center of the floor and around the ring on all four sides are metal barricades and rows of chairs behind them. Behind those are one level of balcony seats filled with fans who are on their feet chanting "TRI STATE" over and over. We then cut to a guy and girl sitting at ringside. The guy is wearing a white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and a black blazer on top of it while the girl is wearing a red top and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. A black banner is draped over the front of the table they are sitting behind and it says in red lettering: ***TRI-STATE WRESTLING*** The camera cuts to a close-up of the guy as the fans are still quite loud behind him, causing him to scream.] AD: HELLO!!! AND WELCOME TO TRI-STATE WRESTLING... LIVE FROM TRENTON, NEW JERSEY!!!!! SS: Folks, on behalf of TSWF, welcome to the second big event in TSWF history as tonight we will hear the Warrior's Cry. ***CROWD POP!*** AD: But most specifically, we will hear Marcus Davis cry like he has been ever since Clyde Kennedy and Real Xtreme left his poor defenseless , Samantha Bevins in a pile of her own... SS: Enough, Adam! Ahem... as my "colleague" was trying to say, Marcus Davis asked for this match specifically after Real Xtreme manhandled Samantha Bevins a month ago. And tonight, it will be Davis joined by the Perfectly Perfect Duo and Davis' friend from Japan, Kenji Metwaro going into battle in a multi level cage structure against Clyde Kennedy, Real Xtreme, and Doug Foster. AD: That is correct. And as we saw at the top of the broadcast, Clyde Kennedy is already steaming mad at TSWF owner, Michael Sandsbury for being forced into this match. It has not been a good week for Kennedy who was CHEATED out of a victory in round one of the CL Memorial Cup after Dark Soul rolled him up with a handful of tights. So if I were Marcus Davis, I'd think twice about entering this match because when all is said and done, Marcus Davis will be crying himself to sleep knowing that he will have to face Clyde Kennedy with the Tri-State title on the line. SS: That's IF Kennedy's team wins the match. If Marcus Davis' team wins, then Samantha Bevins will get a match against Cassandra Whitmore at a future TSWF event. But there is SO much more on tonight's show. Shadoe Rage and Anthony Kutler will go at it later tonight with I QUIT rules -- the only way to win is to force your opponent to utter those two words, "I QUIT." AD: But right now, let's hear from Ryan Bradley who will be making his in-ring return against Tommy "The Machine" Gunn. I believe my colleague had the opportunity to sit down with Mister Bradley earlier today. ================== RYAN BRADLEY ================== [The scene opens with Stephanie Sandsbury, dressed in a dark blue business-casual attire sitting on a brown wooden chair. Sitting across from her is Ryan Bradley, but looking nothing like we have seen him before. Bradley's hair is dyed blood red, and he's growing out his facial hair to the point where if you didn't get a good look at him, he could be mistaken for a younger Axl Rose.] SS: Ryan, you requested this time to speak with the fans of TSWF. RB: Yes I did Stephanie. First of all, I wanted to apologize to all of the fans of TSWF, and professional wrestling in general. My conduct over the past weeks has not been what Ryan Bradley is about. I'm.... I'm just going through a time right now that kind of brings back some bad memories. SS: You mean with Vile Vince Viper [Bradley looks toward the ground] RB: ...yeah. [Ryan spends the next several seconds looking at the ground before lifting his head back to the camera, his dyed-red hair covering his eyes] RB: Let me explain something, Stephanie. I..... I have this picture. May.. maybe the camera can get a good look at it... [Ryan produces a 5x7 picture that the camera focuses on, of what appears to be Lil' Orphan Tommy] SS: That's Tommy. The orphan that Vince Viper somehow conned Big Broth.... RB: No. No it isn't. [Ryan again looks toward the ground, speaking so quiet the good viewers at home have to almost strain to hear him] RB: ........It's me. [A look of utter disbelief comes across Stephanie's face as she reaches toward Bradley's left hand] SS: Oh my Ryan, I'm... [Ryan quickly pulls his hand away from Stephanie's, almost violently] RB: IT'S ME!!!!! This is a picture of myself, when I was about Tommy's age. And to be honest, I didn't have things a whole lot better than he does. My mother gave birth to me after getting her first divorce, and things - well, they didn't quite work out all that great for me. [Ryan pauses briefly to wipe the hair out of his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that are so sleep-deprived that they are bloodshot pink] RB: My mother put me up for adoption because she could not handle having two children. You see my older brother, who is a famous wrestler, was such a holy terror, such a miserable piece of garbage when he was a child that my mother could not handle having two children. So I guess the squeaky wheel got the love, and the good wheel got tossed out like he didn't mean a thing! SS: Oh...... oh my Ryan, I... RB: So when I saw young Tommy, you can guess how i felt. Here is a child that looks like me, that like myself was rejected by society and his parents. I thought that maybe I could give this child a better life. Maybe the childhood that _I_ never had. But then Vince Viper...... [Ryan starts shaking violently as Stephanie actually gets up off her chair and takes a step back away from him] RB: Steph.... I'm .....I.... I can't do this! [Ryan suddenly leaps to his feet and violently kicks his chair over, before storming off the set] ============== [Back to Adam & Stephanie] AD: Woah! Quite the side of Ryan Bradley that has not been seen before. SS: Vile "Vince" Viper obviously knew about Bradley's past and chose to use it against him these last weeks in a twisted round of mind games. AD: Obviously... Well before we get to the match, it looks like we are going to hear from Vile "Vince" Viper himself. SS: I don't know if that's a good idea. If Viper saw the look in Ryan Bradley's eyes during our interview, he may consider ending this game he is playing with Bradley. [The big screen in the arena (yes, for once the TSWF has a tron, thanks the the large spectacle that is "Warriors' Cry" -- thanks Marcus) lights up and on it appears the sinister grin of one, Vile "Vince" Viper who bounces a terrified Tommy the orphan on his lap. Still nursing some heavy bruising from last week, it becomes painfully obvious why the BIGGEST DRAW in TSWF isn't working tonight's show. And why the hell does Big Brothers keep giving Tommy to Viper? The old man is clearly unstable. I'll tell you why, because fine folks like you are too busy to sign up for their program. Wow. See, I'm not just writing fan-fiction about torturing children, these have positive messages in them. I'm sort of like Jesus.] [VVV]: ...Ssso TSSSWF in all their infinite wisssdom decided, since I defeated one of the Almighty Bassstardsss lassst ssshow in sssinglesss competition, I dessserve a title ssshot. Next ssshow, I look to gain a measure of revenge over those Bassstardly bassstardsss! Why am I telling you all thisss? Ssshouldn't TSSSWF officialsss let you in on the sssecret? They don't know who my partner isss. Well... you sssee, I'm the one with the title ssshot. Who will my partner be? Ryan Bradley? Really? After the way he BEAT ME TO A PULP lassst week... [Shoving Tommy off his lap, Vile gives the camera his right profile to show the scar tissue.] [VVV]: ...Yeah, so I'm going to get my revenge next ssshow. But who will I tag with? Ryan Bradley... you think you're up for it? I haven't seen much a MEAN SSSTREAK in you lately. You really haven't done anything to prove you have what it takesss... besssidesss joining my enemies in attacking me. ...And really, anyone could have done that. NO? Well, unlessssss TSSSWF talks sssome HUGE ssstar into teaming up with me, or Bradley grows a PAIR... I have no choice... [Grabbing Tommy's arm, Vile drags the crying kid back into frame.] [VVV]: The only perssson I'm glad I met sssince I came to this dive... TOMMY here, who isssn't a day over five yearsss old and doesssn't have a mussscle in his body... TOMMY... will be the best partner I ever had! Hope chlid ssservicesss don't ssshut this crap federation down due to the lousssy pay I give him... [Rising from his seat, Vile starts to stomp out of the generic frame. Tommy stands there, staring into the camera with his big tear filled eyes. For a long time. Really tugs at your heartstrings. Why haven't we cut to black. What has it been a minute? The segment drags on forever as you look at the poor orphan boy. What could be a half hour later, Vile re-enters frame, grabbing Tommy by the arm.] [VVV]: ...I knew I forgot sssomething. [Vile double takes as he realizes the camera is still running.] [VVV]: You ssstill there Ryan... I'll give you ONE more chance... you want to SSSAVE Tommy here from wressstling the Almighty Bassstardsss... you want to DEPRIVE him of a title ssshot. One thing can make you my partner... you're wrestling Tommy Gunn tonight, no? I want you to show me the PERFECT Ganssso bomb... don't half assssss it... don't cheat me of the neck drop... the PERFECT GANSSSO bomb. Hit it again, and again, until you get it right. Otherwissse... it won't be me abusssing orphansss, but the Almighty Bassstardsss. ...Do you want to sssee Tommy here mauled to death? What kind of monssster are you? Ssshow me. [His shrill laugh cutting through the audience like a rusty nail on a chalk board, Vile again leaves his frame, this time remembering his dopey eyed ward.] ========================== RYAN BRADLEY v. TOMMY GUNN ~~ JOINED IN PROGRESS ~~ ========================== SS: Viper is a sick, twisted man. The fact that he is holding a title shot against the Almighty Bastards and using it as bait to toy with Ryan Bradley... just despicable. AD: That's YOUR opinion. I personally think Vile "Vince" Viper is a genius and a laureate when it comes to playing mind games. But anyways, we have a match to get to as Ryan Bradley currently standing here at ringside with Vile Vince Viper and Lil' Orphan Tommy in tow while Tommy Gunn is inside the ring telling him to "bring it on." SS: I'm shocked at the control Viper has over Bradley. It boggles my mind. Viper says something to Bradley and he Ryan slides into the ring, nailing Tommy Gunn with that taped up forearm! Bradley now kicking and stomping away in the corner….. He just spit on Gunn! AD: And Viper is encouraging Bradley to spit on Gunn again! SS: Ryan Bradley with an Irish whip into the corner… Tommy Gunn with a rebound body-press off the turnbuckles! Bradley up and Gunn hits with with a dropkick! Gunn springs up again and takes Bradley down with a Frankensteiner…. Bradley falls backwards and clotheslines Gunn on the top ropes! AD: Bradley picking up Gunn off the canvas and going for an atomic drop… NO! Bradley with a nice backdrop suplex, right onto the back of Tommy Gunn’s head! Bradley now has the leg…. He’s locking on a spinning toe-hold…. HE’S SLAPPING GUNN!!!! YES! **BOOO!!** SS: This is not the Ryan Bradley we saw during his debut. And I don't like it one bit. Vile Vince Viper has stuck his scaly claws in his head and messed with his brain. I just know it! AD: I like this new Ryan Bradley. Say what you want about Vince Viper but he has brought out an aggression in Bradley I’ve never seen! SS: Gunn makes the ropes, and Bradley is forced to break the hold. Viper is standing up screaming at Bradley to stay on Gunn, telling Bradley to do it for Tommy! Gunn getting back up to his feet.... And Bradley with a hard right hand to the nose! AD: Ooo.. that could easily have busted Gunn's nasal cavity. He's gonna want to pop that sucker back in when he returns to the locker room. SS: Bradley throwing Gunn off the ropes now – hits him with a beautiful standing dropkick! Bradley scooping Gunn up… plants him with a bodyslam and is now standing on Gunn’s throat! ***CROWD DISTASTE ROAR!*** AD: And Viper is clearly enjoying this, as am I SS: Viper now ordering Ryan Bradley to throw Tommy Gunn out of the ring. Bradley picks him up…. A standing dropkick sends Gunn to the outside. [As Gunn falls to the outside, VVV orders young Tommy the Orphan off of his lap. Viper quickly runs over and soccer-kicks Gunn in the face] SS: Oh come on now! That is just disgusting! AD: I love it! SS: Ryan Bradley now rolling to the outside, and he is getting in Vince Viper’s face! Viper… Viper is just laughing at Ryan! He’s daring Bradley to hit him! *MIXED CROWD REACTION* SS: See, look at that right there. These fans don't even know how to react to Ryan Bradley. I mean you want to cheer for him but then he is just going to choke Tommy Gunn two seconds later. AD: Ryan clenching his fists! He’s going to hit Viper!!!! Ryan….. [As Ryan pulls back his fists, Vince Viper suddenly grabs Tommy by the wrist, forcefully pulling him towards his body. Ryan stops in mid-swing, only an inch from young Tommy’s face as Viper begins to laugh hysterically at Bradley!!] *MASSIVE HEEL POP* SS: That sick son of a ! AD: Yeah, he almost hit a child! SS: Not Ryan you idiot! Bradley slams the apron in frustration and rolls Tommy Gunn back into the ring. Ryan heading to the top turnbuckle…. Hits Tommy Gunn with a missile dropkick! AD: And Viper is encouraging Bradley to go to the top again! SS: Ryan Bradley climbing to the top rope once more…. [Bradley spits a huge loogie at Vince Viper, hitting him in the leg. Viper begins to laugh again and pouts his lips out at Ryan. Bradley suddenly turns his attention back to the fallen Tommy Gunn and hits a double foot stomp from the top turnbuckle…. To the HEAD of Tommy Gunn!] CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! AD: …..did you see that! SS: I don’t know if that was on purpose or if Ryan was frustrated or…. We have a cover.. ONE….. TWO….. THREE!!!!!!!!! ***CROWD BOOS*** SS: Ryan Bradley takes this one, but Tommy Gunn could be seriously hurt. [As Ryan pulls himself off the canvas, a steel chair slides into view. The camera pans left to se Vince Viper dragging Tommy into the ring by his wrist while motioning for the mic, grinning a smile only the devil himself could find appealing] VV: Very Impresssive Ryan! But you forgot sssomething!!!! SS: Don’t tell me Viper is actually going to make him go through with it! AD: Bradley is getting in Viper’s face, but Viper, if anything, seems amused by the whole thing! VV: What’sss the matter Ryan? You sssaid you wanted Tommy to have a better life, didn’t you? We had an agreement, Bradley! SS: Ryan Bradley is shaking his head, he’s not going to go through with it! VV: I’m sssorry Tommy, but Ryan doesssn’t WANT you to have a better life! He doesssn’t want to be your hero! I guesss Ryan…. I guesss that Tommy will be staying with ME for a while long… [Suddenly Bradley pulls Tommy Gunn off the mat and sets him up in a powerbomb position. Halfway through lifting Tommy up, Ryan sickly plants Tommy Gunn on his head with a Ganso bomb!!!] VV: Not Bad Ryan… I give that a ssseven! But ssseven isss NOT good enough!!! SS: Bradley is going to going to do it again! I don’t believe it! AD: Oh I believe it! I believe that Tommy Gunn is going to end up like that Natasha Richardson chick. Except he won't be walking around as if everything is ok before he goes brain dead. [Ryan again picks up Gunn, who’s feet are the only part of his body that even seem to be twitching, and dead-lifts him into the air only to drop him on his neck a second time!] ***HUGE CROWD ROAR!!** VV: Not Bad Ryan, but I think that wasss only an Eight!!!! SS: HOW COME NOBODY IS COMING OUT TO HELP?!? AD: If you're SO concerned, Steph, why don't YOU climb in the ring and save poor Tommy Gunn? [Bradley picks up Gunn again, who at this point has completely stopped moving, and again dead-lifts him, only to drop him sickly onto the back of his neck and head a third time!!!] VV: EXSSSELLENT!!!!! Very Impresssive Ryan! [Ryan gets in Vipers face, demanding Viper to let Lil' Orphan Tommy go] VV: I will be generousss and give that a TEN! AD: The albino judge, ladies and gentlemen... VV: However…… ***MASSIVE HEEL POP*** SS: WHAT??? HOWEVER???? VV: You disssrespected me by ssspitting on me earlier Ryan, and I don’t reward disssrespect! I’m afraid that your foolish and ssselfish actionsss make our deal null and void! [Ryan Bradley is beside himself as he realizes he has been played for a fool once again. He looks at Tommy Gunn who is a limp pool of flesh and bone and just walks out of the ring with his head looking towards the ground] VV: Where you going, Ryan? Don't you dare walk away from me? Don't you dare walk away from Tommy? [VVV stands in the center of the ring staring at Ryan Bradley who just continues to head to the back.] ============== [Back to Adam and Stephanie] SS: Ryan Bradley not even listening to Vile "Vince" Viper at the moment, clearly distraught at what he has been driven to do to another member of the TSWF roster in order to save that young orphan boy. AD: I don't see what the big deal is. We were going to fire Tommy Gunn anyways. SS: That is SO not true, Adam. Stop spreading rumors. The last thing my brother needs is a whole locker room of people who are paranoid they are going to be fired... AD: Or have their necks broken by Ryan Bradley. SS: Exactly. And now Vile Vince Viper will move on to our next event in two weeks to challenge The Almighty Bastards for the TSWF Tri-State tag titles... with that orphan, Tommy as his partner. Nothing makes sense. AD: It's Vile "Vince" Viper for chrissake... when does ANYTHING he's involved with EVER make sense? SS: Very true indeed. Folks, let's head to the back and "Double T" Todd Terry who has been awaiting the arrival of Marcus Davis' team. =========================== 'SENSUOUS' SAMANTHA BEVINS =========================== [Fade backstage where "Double T" Todd Terry waits by the entrance/exit for someone. The door swings open and "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins walks into the arena with her driver who carries her bags. Samantha is wearing a sleeveless black dress that hugs to her curves, white stiletto heels, and her blonde hair in a high ponytail. Todd Terry bombards Samantha as soon as she walks through the door.] TT: Samantha, why are you arriving here alone tonight? [Samantha ignores Double T and continues toward her locker room. She motions for her driver to carry her bags onward as she slows down.] TT: Where are the PPD? [She sighs as he continues to stalk her. She turns around in a flash.] SSB: They'll be here. TT: Where is Marcus Davis? SSB: [smiling] He'll be here, too. TT: Aren't you afraid of what Clyde Kennedy and Associates may do to you if you're here alone? SSB: Todd, I don't need a damn bodyguard. Kennedy and his animals, they've already put me on crutches. They sprained my back, they pulled my neck, gave me bulging discs. Do you actually think those complete cowards have the guts to do anything else to me? [Todd shakes his head solemnly.] SSB: I didn't think so. [Samantha walks off screen, her heels fading out as we cut.] ============== [Back to Adam and Stephanie] SS: Samantha Bevins is quite the hell kitten. Like they say, nothing is worse than the wrath of a woman scorn. AD: I think it's pretty hot. Too bad Bevins is going to have to watch her boys get massacred inside the steel cage without any ability to intervene. SS: True but that also means Cassandra Whitmore won't have any involvement. Finally some even playing ground between Marcus Davis & Clyde Kennedy. AD: Even shmeven! Let's just hear from "Cunning" James O'Connor, shall we. ================== JAMES O'CONNOR ================== [Cut to a plain white brick wall, somewhere indoors. We hear some shouting in the background, followed by the sound of fists hitting punching bags and bodies slamming against canvas mats. With this as a background, a man steps into view with black hair and piercing blue eyes. This is James O'Connor, undefeated and relatively untested TSWF competitor, obviously breaking from the middle of his workout.] O'CONNOR: Looks like precious Stevie couldn't bother to get his fingernails broken. [He chuckles at his own joke. Someone in earshot is heard groaning in disapproval at the pun.] O'CONNOR: See, this is why I don't trust these flashy guys - put them in a ring with a real competitor, and they'll be exposed. Thankfully, Stevie appears to have decided to out himself... [Another groan at the double entendre. James becomes slightly frustrated.] O'CONNOR: You see what that guy's done? He got me trying to be witty for Chrissakes. Thank God that guy's gone or I'd have to beat him down on principal. [James regains his focus.] O'CONNOR: But Stevie's gone, and good riddance. Much respect to Tommy Gunn, who DID step up to fight me. I appreciate anyone willing to come in at a moment's notice and give a great effort in the ring. Still, Anthony Mahoney and Tommy Gunn are one thing. Chase Rogers, on the other hand, is a true challenge. [A small smirk.] O'CONNOR: Chase, you may have lost to Malachi in the Lion's Den, but seeing as how he has yet to lose in the TSWF, that's no mark of shame. You put up a hell of a fight. I'll expect nothing less when you step in the ring with me. [The camera focuses in.] O'CONNOR: I expect to fight tooth and nail to keep my own undefeated streak going. Make no mistake, I am not undefeated by fluke circumstances. I got there by hard work, training, discipline and, yes, less than stellar opponents. You are my first true test, my first chance to really make a name for myself here at Tri-State. You've got a rep as a fighter, and that's good. You'll need it. You'll need every ounce of effort you have to get through me, because you'll be getting every ounce of effort I've got. We've both got the talent and the ethic to succeed. So the only question left is... who has THE CUNNING?! VOICE: JIMMY! BACK TO WORK! [James is distracted by someone offscreen.] O'CONNOR: Alright, alright. [Facing the camera once more.] O'CONNOR: See you in the ring, Chase. ================== CHASE ROGERS ================== [The TSWF banner is all you see.] Voice: The first step is always the toughest no matter what you are doing. [Stepping in front of the banner is Chase Rogers. Dressed in his Americana inspired singlet, his smile seems infectious.] CR: I faced off against a tough opponent that I didn't understand. Ezra came out firing and it took me off guard. I know I have a lot to learn and he showed me how much. Now I face off against another opponent who is just as tough, James O'Connor. I've watched film, I've studied tape and you know what? I liked what I saw. A tough competitor who does everything right to the limit. I watched him from the backstage area last show. [Chase's demeanor doesn't change. He is still smiling yet something isn't quite right.] CR: O'Connor, you've been through things that I may never experience but I've been through things that you won't ever experience. I've been through lean times where what we grew was all we had. I've been through harsh winters and brutal summers. I've spent hours working on a field to see it fail just to do it all over again the following year. James, you are tough... but I'm tougher. James, you seem to have a good heart... something I respect. James, the only thing you won't have is an easy time. Your winning streak is in serious jeopardy. It's time to go to work James. Are you ready? [fade] ========================== JAMES O'CONNOR v. CHASE ROGERS ~~ JOINED IN PROGRESS ~~ ========================== SS: So we're ten minutes in to this match already and I have to say it's been pretty impressive from both men. O'Connor has kept this a standup game as much as he can while Chase Rogers insists on taking things to the mat where he excels the most. AD: And let's not forget the appearance of Mark Adams Junior who only moments ago came down to ringside and took a seat at the timekeeper's table. SS: Adams hoping for a proper look at both of these rookies and right now James O'Connor with a backhand chop across the chest of Rogers. AD: WOO! SS: That's for the crowd to do, Adam. Rogers answers back with a kick to the leg of O'Connor... follows up with a punch to the stomach which catches O'Connor off guard, leaving him open for a full nelson. ***POP!*** AD: Chase Rogers with the full nelson locked in and James O'Connor desperately looking for the nearest set of ring ropes. Slowly inching over as Rogers keeps the submission hold secure... AND HE MAKES IT! **POP!!** SS: Rogers releases the hold without delay and sprints into the ropes... bounces back and is caught with a jumping side kick from James O'Connor. Rogers kips back up but is caught again with a standing dropkick from O'Connor. Crowd: O-CONNOR! O-CONNOR! O-CONNOR! AD: These fans showing their support for the Cunning one as he picks Chase Rogers up and SLAMS him down with a powerslam. Grabs a hold of Rogers' head and slaps on a rear chinlock. SS: O'Connor working the neck area throughout this match, obviously setting Rogers up for his grounded dragon sleeper finisher. AD: Well Chase Roger is near the ropes and able to force the break. O'Connor releases the hold but doesn't waste any time as he grabs Rogers by the head and snaps him down to the center of the ring. SS: And there's the grounded dragon sleeper! **EXPLOSIVE POP!!** AD: I don't get why the referee is allowing O'Connor to use that blatant choke. SS: FOR THE LAST TIME, ADAM... IT... IS... NOT... A... CHOKE!!! AD: Ok, ok... it's not a choke. Chase Rogers in the center of the ring with his head clutched by James O'Connor and Rogers struggling to find a way out. Crowd: ROGERS! ROGERS! ROGERS! ROGERS! SS: Chase Rogers trying to fight through the pain as he knows he is stuck in the center of the ring, equidistant from all four sets of ring ropes. AD: Meanwhile, Mark Adams Junior taking very close watch of James O'Connor and this dragon sleeper hold; tapping his chin in concentration. SS: The referee asking Rogers if he's had enough and a shake of the head says it all; CHASE ROGERS WILL NOT QUIT! AD: The official now checking Rogers' arm... he lifts it once... **HUGE POP!!!*** SS: AND IT DOESN'T EVEN FALL! Both of these men have been going at it for about thirteen, fourteen minutes without any sign of backing down or quit. AD: Chase Rogers starting to turn... looking for some way, any way to get out of this submission hold. SS: AND HE DOES IT! Chase Rogers able to fight his way out of the dragon sleeper after a good twenty, thirty seconds in it. AD: Seemed more like five. The referee telling James O'Connor to step back and allow Chase Rogers to get back to his feet. SS: Rogers rubs his neck as he gets up off the mat. O'Connor runs at him with a clothesline... ducked under by Rogers who goes for an abdominal stretch... And O'Connor with the counter into a hiptoss. AD: O'Connor goes to grab Rogers' head... AND IS CAUGHT IN A SMALL PACKAGE ROLL-UP! ONE! TWO! SS: KICKOUT BY O'CONNOR! Rogers back to his feet and takes O'Connor up and over with a snap suplex. Chase pulls James up once more and hits a kneebreaker. AD: Irish whip by Chase Rogers... James O'Connor bounces off the ropes and tries for a lariat... Rogers ducks again but this time, he grabs ahold of O'Connor and places him on his shoulders. SS: Death Valley Driver attempt by Chase Rogers... NO! James O'Connor with a small package of his own! ONE! TWO! THR... AD: AND CHASE ROGERS ABLE TO KICK OUT IN TIME! O'Connor quickly gets to his feet and hits a thrust kick to the head of Chase Rogers. Crowd: O-CONNOR! O-CONNOR! O-CONNOR! SS: James O'Connor puling Chase Rogers to his feet... standing switch... and a belly to back suplex plants Chase Rogers into the canvas. AD: O'Connor now going for a German suplex... BUT CHASE ROGERS CATCHES HIM AT THE LAST SECOND WITH A BACKWARD KICK! SS: The leg of Rogers finds it's way between those of O'Connor and that's never a good time for the recipient. AD: Chase Rogers looking for an advantage as he throws a European uppercut at "Cunning" James O'Connor. And takes James down with a bulldog into the mat. SS: Rogers going up top now; looking for a high risk spot... perched up on the top turnbuckle, he waits for the right moment. AD: James O'Connor slowing getting to his feet and doesn't see Chase Rogers behind him... Rogers jumps off with a missile dropkick... WHICH MISSES AS JAMES O'CONNOR SIDE-STEPS! SS: Chase just ate a whole mess of canvas... And now James O'Connor jumps on the back of Rogers... REAR NAKED CHOKE!!! AD: Now _THAT_ move I _KNOW _ is illegal. SS: Well the referee is actually letting it go and look at this... Mark Adams Junior is actually clapping as James O'Connor has the Rear Naked Choke locked on Chase Rogers. AD: Rogers was already close to being knocked out from that missed high spot and now he seems to be close to passing out from the increased pressure applied by O'Connor. Crowd: PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! SS: The referee telling Chase Rogers to respond or he'll stop the fight. And Rogers acknowledges ever so slightly with a nod of the head. Crowd: ROGERS! ROGERS! ROGERS! ROGERS! AD: CHASE ROGERS DEFINITELY LOOKING A LOT WORSE FOR WEAR AS THE REFEREE ASKS HIM AGAIN TO ANSWER HIM! SS: And once again, Chase Rogers nods his head. Although from my vantage point, it looks like he may have indeed passed out. The official raises Rogers' arm... AND IT FALLS! Raises it a second time... AND IT FALLS!! AD: The ref raises Rogers' arm for a third... and possibly decisive time... ***HUGE EXPLOSIVE CROWD ROAR!!!*** SS: AND IT STAYS UP!!! OH MY GOD! I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT CHASE ROGERS STILL HAS THE ENERGY TO STAY IN THIS MATCH! AD: Rogers has been in the hold for about forty-five seconds and he is now trying to rock back and forth, hoping to swing himself over enough to pin O'Connor's shoulders to the mat. Crowd: ROGERS! ROGERS! ROGERS! ROGERS! SS: James O'Connor still has the Rear Naked Choke locked in tight and Chase Rogers rocks back and forth one more time.... AND HE SWINGS OVER ENOUGH TO PRESS O'CONNOR'S BACK TO THE MAT! ONE! TWO! THREE! **DING! DING! DING!** AD: ROGERS DID IT! He turned James O'Connor's Rear Naked Choke against him. O'Connor chose to NOT release the hold and it caused his shoulders to be counted down on the mat. SS: Umm, I believe you may be wrong. Both men still out on the mat and the referee talking to the ring announcer and timekeeper. RA: Ladies and gentlemen... the referee has noted that despite James O'Connor's shoulders being pinned to the mat for the three count, the timekeeper has stated that the referee's hand hit the mat for a third time AFTER the time limit has expired. Therefore, this match has been ruled a DRAW! Crowd: FIVE MORE! FIVE MORE! FIVE MORE! AD: Well, well, well... James O'Connor gets lucky and saves some face as he doesn't have to forfeit a loss to Chase Rogers, thanks to a technicality. And now the fans asking for five more minutes to be added to the clock. SS: The referee not making any calls at this time but you have to admit that both men put on one HELL of a match. They went at it for twenty whole minutes and in the end, it was too close to call. AD: If you say so. Here is Mark Adams Junior now stepping inside the ring. [Mark Adams Junior climbs into the ring and claps as he looks down at both participants in this hard fought contest. He lends a hand to Chase Rogers bringing him to his feet and does the same for James O'Connor.] ============== [Back to Adam and Stephanie] SS: Mark Adams Junior helping both contestants to their feet... and now shaking hands with them in a sign of respect. Now O'Connor and Rogers shaking hands as well. After tonight, they both have to see the other person in a new light. AD: I for one think it's GAY how these three are just hamming it up like a bunch of Boy Scouts. SS: Ahem... I've, uh, just received word that the Perfectly Perfect Duo were stopped at the state line. It seems the Governor of New Jersey issued a random checkpoint that the Studd Brothers got caught at. AD: Typical PPD. Probably got busted for transporting anabolic steroids over state line. SS: Are you kidding me, Adam? This TOTALLY reeks of Clyde Kennedy. AD: Sure it does. Because it's AWE.... wait for it... SOME! But still, "The Policy" never touches enhancement drugs. He's all natural. SS: UGH! Anyways folks, let's hear from our next two TSWF superstars; starting with Ezra Malachi. ========================== EZRA MALACHI ========================== [We open up looking at bare feet. They are ugly, and in desperate need of a pedicure. We can tell they are that of a grown man, perhaps a shoe size 10. They are black, a little rough, and kind of ashy.] V/O: Throughout my life, I always had to struggle. [As the camera pans up, we see he is wearing a pair of gray Jerzee sweat pants.] V/O: And by looking at me, you probably figure that I didn't, because of my physical appearance, the way that I carry myself, or even because I exploit the troubled lives of others on camera. [You can see the smoothness of his chocolate skin, as we zoom up his well chiseled upper torso.] V/O: Truth is, I don't hide from my past, I don't try to cover it up with some horrible facade or terribly put together shtick. I know what I've been through, and I know what I, along with the rest of the country, is going through. I acknowledge the facts of my life, and nothing will ever change about the way I have lived or continue to live my life. [His head hangs to where we cannot look him in the face, we only look at the waves in his hair.] V/O: It was always a dream of mine to get out of the trap that my parents were forced to raise me in. I always strived for better, whether it was in school or some outside curriculum. I've made my mistakes in life, and yet I refuse to let those mistakes define me, because they have only told me who I am not. [Slowly he raises his head to where he looks us dead in the eye for the very first time. His face shows no emotion, only his beautiful brown eyes are lit with the fire of passion.] EM: Everyday I get slapped in the face by reality... and everyday I appreciate those reality checks, cause they keep me grounded. It shows me that no matter my career path or the money I make or don't make does not separate me from the millions of other Americans. I drive around in a 2001 Honda Accord, just like many other working people. I will never fake something for the purposes of television only. To me that is a cop out, a gimmick of sorts that helps you escape facing pain, the trials and tribulations of everyday life. [We complete a one eighty around him, he follows with his eyes until we are out of reach as he refuses to turn his head and we find ourselves behind him, staring at the large tattoo of a black panther that covers his entire back. Across his shoulder blades is another tattoo written in latin "Dum Spiro Spero" - "While I Breathe, I Hope.] EM: It's just not me. Ezra Malachi is my name, and that is what I give to you, I don't create an alter persona, and fill your minds with stories that I wish I could live. No, no.. I give you the truth, I've gave you real lives of people just like me, and now I'm giving you me. And I understand that a lot of you don't like me or what I bring to the table, and I understand that. A lot of people are just not ready or perhaps just don't want to see or hear about the truth. [He turns his head far enough so we can see his right eye and a corner of his left.] "EM: But it's there, and I bring it to you. I brought you the homeless taxi driver, only because everyone doesn't have a luxury home or apartment to stay in. I brought you the gender-queer prostitute, because he has to sell himself short just to pay for school. Although those occasions are weird, but there are people out here everyday who don't get to see the luxury that you see or pretend to see. [He turns his head back, as we follow him to once again meet him face to face.] EM: Real lives, real problems. And I for one am one who is plagued by them. I believe that if given the chance, everyone can be better. But no one is willing to take a chance on a young black, white, latino, or asian kid who struggles with everyday life. I'm twenty-eight years old, and mostly all of those years..I was like that, I was one of those kids. We're cast upon the American wasteland forced to watch people flaunt their comfortable lives with their Audis and Mercedes-Benz. We are statistics. Those forced to do jobs that you wouldn't allow your dog to do. [For the first time, emotion is shown as his face is painted with disgust and anger.. It slowly grows into the tone of his voice.] EM: Yes, I wrestle, and I still never got a chance until now, but I can't help but think, where would I be if I didn't wrestle? Yeah, you can say this is kind of a get money quick scheme, which it is. But what about those who aren't physical able to use this sport as an easy way to get out. They're stuck. Stuck in a part of America, that everyone pushes out of their mind. Forgotten souls wandering with a string of wasted hope. [His voice is no longer calm as it seems more irritated than anything.] EM: I will never forget that, I will never forget that I went through that, so I stand here in TSWF, a representative for those who you, the government, and the rest of the world don't know exist. I was brought up in a hard, hard world, and life isn't just as easy as everyone wants to believe. Everyone has a story, and I'm willing to listen to it. My life experiences differ from everyone else's. And I don't judge you, because that's not my position. I give you a little view of the aspects of my life, because I want you to understand who I am. Take it and use it to your benefit. [With a deep sigh, everything is washed away and his face is emotionless again.] EM: TSWF, last week you felt my pain... Mark Adams Junior, this week you will understand my pursuit of happiness. [He closes his eyes.] EM: ...I am Ezra Malachi... [He opens his eyes and we fade out.] ========================== EZRA MALACHI v. MARK ADAMS JUNIOR ~~ JOINED IN PROGRESS ~~ ========================== AD: I still can't get over how LAME Mark Adams Junior was acting only moments ago as he powder puffed both James O'Connor and Chase Rogers. SS: Powder puffed? AD: Yeah, you know a little "light in the loafers"... SS: O-kay then... let's just call the action, shall we. AD: If you insist. SS: Both men lock up and Ezra Malachi quickly going for a fireman's carry... Mark Adams Junior able to get out if though with some forearm shots to the head. Back on his feet, Adams hits an STO on Malachi. AD: Mark Adams already going for the cover... what does he think he has a forearm of steel or something? ONE! SS: Malachi kicks out without haste. Mark Adams Junior pulls Ezra Malachi to his feet and hits a release German suplex. ***POP!!!*** AD: And now Mark Adams Junior looking for a stretch muffler submission... Malachi with the block though and throws a shot to the head. SS: Mark fights back with a left and a right. Now Malachi throws a chop at the chest of Adams... throws a second one. AD: WOOOOO!!! SS: Kick to the leg from Malachi and Adams a bit stunned, leaving himself open for a T-Bone suplex. The cover by Malachi... ONE! TWO! AD: Adams with the kickout. Malachi back to his feet and runs into the ropes... bounces off the side and Mark goes for a Fujiwara armbar... SS: But Ezra Malachi able to slip out and take Adams down with a corkscrew neckbreaker. Malachi pulls Adams back up and whips him into the ropes. AD: Mark rebounds and is caught with a clothesline... Malachi puts Mark's head between his legs and looks to be setting him up for the Greek Apocalypse. SS: The spinning tombstone piledriver hits it's mark and now Ezra going for the cover once more... ONE! TWO! AD: Mark gets a shoulder up after two. Ezra Malachi with the rear chinlock on Adams who's able to get a foot in the nearby ropes to break the hold. SS: Adams lucky that he was in a proper position to force the break. Malachi pulling Mark up to his feet... tries for a kneebreaker but Adams able to block it. AD: Go-behind by Mark and he tries for a back suplex... Malachi puts on the brakes and goes behind Adams.... SS: BUT ADAMS RE-REVERSES! Beautiful exchange right there. ***POP!!*** AD: Dropkick by Mark Adams Junior and Malachi stumbles into the corner. Adams rushes in and gets caught with a kick to the midsection. SS: Malachi quickly takes Mark down with a snap suplex. Now drops a knee across the head. AD: Ezra now waiting for Mark to get back on his feet... slowly he starts to walk towards the ropes, picking up speed as he bounces off... SS: Mark Adams back up.... HOLY WOW! BIG TIME DRIVE-BY KICK FROM EZRA MALACHI SENDS MARK ADAMS JUNIOR TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR! AD: Ezra Malachi with the self named Malachi 2:8... indeed it is quite the finishing move. SS: Mark Adams Junior not moving on the floor and the referee starting the count... ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! AD: Ezra not even bothering to step outside of the ring to bring Adams back in. Obviously satisfied with the count out victory. SS: From our vantage point, I'd say there is something possibly wrong with Adams. He STILL has yet to move after getting hit with that big kick to the head by Ezra Malachi and then falling down to the ringside floor. EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!!!!!!! **DING! DING! DING!** ============== [Back to Adam and Stephanie] SS: There you have it. Ezra Malachi is the winner via count-out. And now the referee checking on Adams. AD: See what did I say... powder puff couldn't hack it and ended up getting himself counted out to avoid embarrassment. SS: That's your opinion and it certainly does not reflect the thoughts of TSWF. The ref now putting his arms up in an X as there is DEFINITELY something wrong with Adams. Members of the ring crew running down to help... And there's Chase Rogers and James O'Connor as well. AD: Hey... Adams obviously needs some fluffing so who better to help out then those two? SS: Oh jeez! Mark up on his feet now with the help of Rogers, O'Connor and the ring crew. And the fans are on their feet clapping as he heads to the back. AD: Good riddance. Time for the REAL men to fight. The I Quit match is up next. Let's hear from the self appointed Mayor of Rage Country... Shadoe Rage. ======================= SHADOE RAGE ======================= [The speaker is easy to figure out even though we only see his back. The vest decorated with "Black Jesus", the arms thrown out pose, the braided hair all say Shadoe Rage. And of course, the giant woman in the gold mask standing next to him doesn't confuse matters, either.] SR: "I Quit" ... two words that Anthony Kutler hasn't yet managed to utter in his interminable diatribes against the Black Jesus, me, Shadoe Rage. But that's just because we haven't yet met in an "I Quit" match. [Shadoe Rage spins to face the camera. His eyes blaze as he stabs his finger towards the viewers.] SR: Old man, the time is coming when I will force the two most humiliating words to a professional athlete out of your throat. "I Quit" ... you will acknowledge that you're not good enough to stand in the ring with the most magnificent of athletes. Me. Yeah, me, Anthony Kutler. Think of the impact on your career. Your career will be dead, Kutler. DEAD. It won't be healthy, man. All because you decided to interfere in my business and cost me a World championship. You haven't come close to it yourself, now, have you? Yeah, the jealousy consumed you. The envy, right? It kept you up all night, didn't it? It made you feel like the failure that you absolutely are because you keep coming after Shadoe Rage and you always come up empty. Yeah, you do, Kutler, yeah you do. [Rage wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.] SR: Let's face it, you're not as good as I am in any way shape or form. You're nowhere near the athlete. You're nowhere near the competitor. You don't have one iota of the charm or skill. No, all you are is a talker. That's it ... no more and probably a whole lot less. All you do is talk and talk and talk and blather on about everything that pisses you off. You're a sour old man. I get it. I understand. You're looking at what's left of your career and wondering how it came to be like this. It wasn't meant to be. That's why. You had the misfortune of being born during my era and now you're being eclipsed by my brilliance. And that's why I came up with this idea of an "I Quit" match. I'm going to hurt you profoundly, Anthony Kutler. I'm going to hurt you in ways that the body and mind don't heal from. I'm going to make you say the words that are the embarrassment of any athlete any where. "I Quit." Think about that. Two words and your career will be pronounced dead. Two words and you are faced with the ultimate humiliation. But you should be celebrating, Kutler. Your career is almost at an end. Your credibility is soon to be used up. I warned you once ... now I'm warning you twice ... Kutler, you kicked a lion in the back. Now when I get you down in that ring I'm going to make you beg for mercy, Kutler. You're going to be down on your knees begging: "Please, Black Jesus, I quit. Let me go!" And I'm not going to. I'm done. Ms. M., tell them to cut the camera off! Tell them. Ms. M: (glancing towards the camera) SR: What she said. Cut the camera off! [Fade to black] ======================= ANTHONY KUTLER ======================= *Click * [A small buzzing is heard as a blinking red light becomes visible in the lower corner of the screen. The camera opens up inside the locker room of “The Brash” Anthony Kutler, a few hours before he is to do battle with Shadow Rage in Trenton, New Jersey. The furnishing inside the room is slightly downplayed considering the iconic status of a man like Kutler --- a worn down grey sofa rests in the corner with a small 20 inch television mounted in the upper wall. Kutler himself can be seen pacing back and forth in a calm manner, stopping momentarily to make eye contact with the camera every so often.] AK: Substance. [He looks dead in to the camera, pausing] AK: It’s not something you’re used to if you’ve been listening to the ‘material’ that comes from the mouth of Shadoe Rage. I feel as though I am beating a dead horse week in and week out when it comes to this guy, and for some apparent reason beyond any logical sense or idea, this kid finds himself making waves in Tri State Wrestling albeit, for all the wrong reasons. [Kutler is attired in a pair of light brown cargo pants and a navy blue Michigan hooded sweat shirt. He begins pacing once again never skipping a beat.] AK: Look Rage, I understand you’ve gotten the upper hand with Anthony Kutler in recent weeks – months, even. Judging by your record against me, it is no coincidence that you feel superior in every fashion imaginable. And that’s why going in to battle tonight, I ask you to simply take the blinders off and see things from a more reasonable vantage point. [Kutler rolls his eyes nonchalantly] AK: Because for all the winning you’ve achieved over a semi-retired has-been like Anthony Kutler, management must see something to continuously book a chump like me against a “King of Rage” like yourself. Maybe TSWF realizes that you stand no chance whatsoever against Marcus Davis so they are keeping you entertained against an old man? I really don’t have an answer for you, Rage. I only know from experience that if you are constantly being beaten by a foe, then generally you move in a new direction, especially if you’re on the winning end of the beatings that are laid out. And for some reason, unknown to man, I am still keeping you company while other wrestlers are moving on to bigger and better things. With that being said, I will wrestle tonight and leave it all in the ring. I see this match-up as TSWF sending a message to me. Management knew what they were getting when I signed on the dotted line and so far I haven’t performed to the level of my expectation, be it for various reasons. But I’m a commodity in this business, Rage. I’m not some used up extra who comes in to fill a void and serve a purpose. If things are not working the promotion has no choice but to fix the issue at hand. Because Anthony Kutler – win, lose or draw – still brings in more revenue for this company than Shadoe Rage walking through the halls with the title around his shoulder. It may not be politically correct because of our past meetings, but hey, life ain’t fair. There’s still a business side to this that you cannot overlook. With each win you mount, with each title shot you gain, Anthony Kutler is still the only wrestler pulling in six figures a night. I know it stings, kid. But hey, if you were indeed as good as you claim, perhaps you could move in to the first class of wrestling. [He smiles] You have a lot to worry about, Rage. So it would be in your best interest not to worry about how long-winded my pieces are. I cannot deny that I can get on a soap box with the best of them, but I have to argue that while I’m speaking I’m making sense. My message is clear. My passion is evident. Every time you are near a microphone you offer us a painfully delusional aspect of your life that, well, is so geeky and played out it’s amazing you are given any air time at all. I bring this up again to counter-act your suggestion that you are better than me, or the silly suggestion that because you come from some ‘Royal’ family you’re entitled to be the best. What is next, Rage – are you better than me because you keep your sneakers clean? Are you better than me because you sleep on a waterbed? [He speaks in a loud voice, attempting a mockery of Rage] ARE YOU BETTER THAN ME BECAUSE IT'S SAINT PATRICK’S DAY!?!?!? [He sighs] I’m not going to debate you on the subject. I’m only going to offer you some brief insight, to which you probably won’t understand to begin with. [He smirks] Tonight it isn’t about who is better. Tonight is not about who has more intensity or who has more career victories or who has a better overall record or anything of the sort. That just doesn’t matter, Rage, because this is wrestling and as professional wrestlers, a loss never means too much. We’ve all got reasons, excuses, stipulations and everything in between to lean on when times are tough. I’ve had mine and tonight you will be forced to come up with some of your own. And when I win, it won’t necessarily be because I’m better, but rather because tonight is just going to be _MY_ night. You had _YOUR_ night a few weeks ago when you defeated me. And yet your career has not progressed from that point on. After _TONIGHT_ I will say good riddance and get back to my winning ways. Because I’m a winner Rage, despite my performance, winning is what I do. A few bumps in the road aren’t going to change that, nor will I allow them to reflect poorly on all I’ve accomplished. [He grins] You’re still nobody, kid. So much so, that you fail to realize that with each and every sentence you spew degrading my abilities, you’re actually discrediting your success against me. You’re downplaying what was supposed to be a monumental victory on your part. But you failed to see it that way --- the way that TSWF had planned – and now, since you’ve bitten the hand that has fed you for so long, you will be summoned to another night with a legend. Anthony Kutler, of course. [He winks] You won the battle, Rage. Congratulations. Tonight, however, you lose the war. [Fade out]
TSWF_Fedhead Administrator Posts: 164 Registered: Sep 2008    Posted March 24th, 2009 10:57 AM   IP              ========================== I QUIT RULES SHADOE RAGE v. ANTHONY KUTLER ========================== RA: The following contest is your first of TWO main events and it is an I QUIT MATCH! **CROWD POP!!!** RA: The only way to win the match is to make your opponent say the words "I QUIT." Introducing first... ["Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine plays over the PA system as Anthony Kutler walks out from the backstage area. The stocky caucasian male with short dark hair and a five o'clock shadow on his face walks down the aisle. We can also see a scar above his right pectoral region that resembles a dark "NW" lettering. The fans pop at the sight of the popular superstar.] RA: From Flint, Michigan and weighing in at two hundred and forty-four pounds... "THE BRASH" ANTHONY KUTLER!!! **CROWD POP!!!*** [Kutler walks down the aisle and heads to ringside. He takes a look at the cheering crowd before climbing inside the ring.] SS: Anthony Kutler looks primed and ready for this match. A long time coming, this one is as Shadoe Rage has done nothing but antagonize Kutler for weeks and weeks. AD: You call it antagonizing... I call it pure genius. Did you SEE how Kutler's head bounced off the ring apron during their match at "Evolution." RA: And his opponent... [The house-lights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. The broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's "Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and out sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. He is joined as always by Ms. M. In sharp contrast to the dirge, Rage is animated. He wears the vest with "BLACK JESUS" adorned on the back. He throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. Shadoe Rage and Ms. M walk down to the ring. At ringside, he pulls of his sunglasses and hands them to a child. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman fever. From the floor he springs up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope. He spins and flourishes in the ring to the time of the music before he whips off the vest. He leans over the ropes, pointing at the child he gave his glasses. His eyes twitch, his mouth tics with barely controlled disgust as he looks at Anthony Kutler and draws his thumb across his throat.] ****BOOO!**** AD: Shadoe Rage looking at Anthony Kutler and cutting him down with his eyes like a heat seeking laser. SS: That has to be the WORST analogy I've ever heard. AD: WHATEVER! Shadoe Rage with that vest still in hand... AND HE JUST THREW IT IN THE FACE OF ANTHONY KUTLER! SS: And Rage lunges at Kutler with a basement dropkick; quickly going after the knee of Anthony Kutler. ***DING! DING! DING!*** AD: Shadoe Rage knows that Anthony Kutler's knees are not one hundred percent, a product of being in this business for many years more than Rage. SS: Rage now grabs the vest and is using it to choke Kutler in the corner. And the referee simply here to ask either man if they want to quit. Otherwise, it's pretty much anything goes. AD: Shadoe Rage takes Kutler out of the corner with a gut-wrench suplex. Picks Kutler up once more and hits a pump-handle slam. ***BOOO!!!*** SS: And the fans not happy with Shadoe Rage's actions as drops his knee into the midsection of Anthony Kutler. Rage pulls Kutler to this feet and just THROWS him through the ropes to the ringside floor. AD: Rage climbs to the top turnbuckle... And takes flight, crashing into Anthony Kutler with a flying axehandle! SS: Debris quickly filling up the ringside area as the fans are disgusted with Shadoe Rage who climbs up on the ring apron... jumps off looking for a kneedrop... BUT ANTHONY KUTLER ABLE TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY IN TIME! **POP!!!** AD: Ms. M now coming behind Anthony Kutler and distracts him as Shadoe Rage makes his way to his feet. Rage grabs a hold of Kutler and runs him headfirst into the ringsteps. SS: And an irish whip sends Kutler into the guardrail, back-first. Anthony Kutler not looking so hot at the moment as this has been mostly all Shadoe Rage since the opening bell. AD: Rage with a double arm DDT and now climbs back into the ring. The referee keeping an eye on Anthony Kutler who is face down on the ringside mats at the moment. SS: If Kutler doesn't begin to stir, the referee is going to have to ask him if he wants to quit. Crowd: KUT-LER! KUT-LER! KUT-LER! AD: Anthony Kutler back on his feet and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. But there's Shadoe Rage waiting as he pulls Kutler to his feet, looking for a possible overhead belly to belly suplex... But Anthony Kutler puts on the block. **POP!** SS: Kutler going for a swinging neckbreaker... And Shadoe Rage able to counter that with a side suplex takedown. Rage just kicking at Kutler and now mounts him throwing lefts and rights at his head. **BOO!!** AD: Anthony Kutler punching back though and now flips Shadoe Rage over. Back on his feet is Anthony Kutler as he kicks at Shadoe Rage. SS: Kutler pulls Shadoe Rage to his feet and hits an STO! **HUGE POP!!!*** AD: Irish whip attempt but Shadoe Rage with the reversal and hits Anthony Kutler with a side slam. Grabs a hold of Kutler's head and drags him to the corner. Now cinching in a guillotine choke and using the ropes for leverage. ***BOOOO!!!*** SS: The official checking Anthony Kutler's arm... He lifts it.... AND IT STAYS UP! **POP!** AD: Kutler fighting out of the hold, throwing kicks over his head towards Shadoe Rage. And the referee stepping back to give him space... SS: Shadoe Rage reluctantly releases the hold and runs into the ropes... Kutler on his feet and tries for a punch to the midsection but Shadoe Rage able to catch him first with a roundhouse right... NO! Anthony Kutler catches the hand and hits an arm-breaker! ***BIG POP!*** AD: If Kutler were smart, he would've took Shadoe Rage down to the mat with an armbar submission. Instead, Kutler with an Irish whip... Rage reverses though and Ms. M trips Kutler from the outside. Anthony Kutler turns to look at Shadoe Rage's trusty valet and is nailed with a big boot to the back of the head by Rage. SS: Rage runs into the ropes... Anthony Kutler back to his feet... hits Rage with an elbow and rushes Rage down to the mat with a spear. Now pulls Shadoe Rage to his feet and plants him into the canvas with a powerbomb. And the crowd is going into a frenzy. AD: Oh please! It's going to take more than that to put Shadoe Rage away. SS: I'm sure but it looks like Anthony Kutler has a lot left in his gas tank as he hits a swinging neckbreaker on Rage. Standing ovation from the crowd as Kutler continues on the offensive. AD: Kutler pulls Shadoe Rage to his feet and brings him up on to his shoulders in a fireman's carry position... ***POP!!!*** SS: Samoan Drop from Anthony Kutler! Once again, Kutler staying on top of Shadoe Rage as he pulls his opponent to his feet and drills him with a shoulder to the midsection. Follows up with a standing spinebuster slam. AD: Anthony Kutler gets a running start and heads into the ropes... AND MS. M PULLS THE TOP STRAND DOWN, SENDING KUTLER TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR. ***BOOO!!!*** SS: Ms. M grabs Anthony Kutler and knocks his head against the ring apron. Shadoe Rage rolls out of the ring and runs Kutler head-first into the guardrail. Grabs a hold of Kutler's leg and just RAMS the knee into the steel. AD: Rage now pulls Kutler up to his feet and throws him back into the ring. Climbs in himself and just throws a few boots to the head of Anthony Kutler. SS: Shadoe Rage picks Anthony Kutler up and takes him down with an kneebreaker. Kutler stunned and Rage rams him from behind with a low blow. ****BOOOOO!!!!**** AD: Beautiful strategy from Shadoe Rage. Clearly not a submission specialist, he is going to punish Anthony Kutler instead to the point where he will be too hurt to go on. SS: Rage smirks as Anthony Kutler lays on the mat, holding his groin, feeling the effects of that low blow. Shadoe Rage now heading to the top turnbuckle; possibly looking to put Anthony Kutler down for good with the Angel of Death Drop. AD: Rage up top... throws his arms up and out... and jumps off for the moonsault... flips around and NAILS ANTHONY KUTLER WITH THE ELBOW DROP! SS: Shadoe Rage gets to his feet and tells the referee to ask Anthony Kutler if he wants to quit. The referee kneels down next to Kutler... Ref: Anthony, do you want to quit? Kutler: HECK NO! AD: Wrong answer, Kutler. SS: Anthony Kutler up on one knee.... Shadoe Rage with a shining wizard right into the head of Kutler, who bounces back down to the mat. AD: Shadoe Rage pulls Anthony Kutler to his feet and drills him with a spinning discus elbowsmash. ***EXPLOSIVE POP!!!!**** SS: BUT ANTHONY KUTLER DOES NOT GO DOWN! Kutler grabs a hold of Shadoe Rage and sends him into the corner with an Irish whip. Anthony Kutler runs right in shoulder-first, crushing Rage. AD: Anthony Kutler now grabs Shadoe Rage in a double underhook... Suplex out of the corner! SS: Kutler grabs Rage, looking for a vertical suplex... Rage puts on the block and reverses the hold. Anthony Kutler hits the mat back-first and is now holding it in pain. Rage hits the ropes and goes for a lariat as Anthony Kutler back on his feet... NO! Kutler ducks out of the way and takes Shadoe Rage down with a shoulder-breaker. AD: Kutler pulls Shadoe Rage into an inverted headlock... tries for the Edge Aero but Shadoe Rage fights out. Rage with an Irish whip... reversal by Kutler. SS: Shadoe Rage goes for a rana... but Anthony Kutler counters it with a power bomb. **HUGE POP!!!*** AD: Kutler now going for a backbreaker... Shadoe Rage able to counter with a rake of the eyes. Big boot puts Kutler down. SS: Shadoe Rage now pulling Kutler up for a German suplex... Anthony Kutler counters with a go-behind and catches Shadoe Rage in a dragon sleeper. AD: Rage trying to fight the pain and the referee checking on him to see if he wants to quit... Ref: Shadoe Rage.... do you want to quit? Rage: GET OUTTA MY FACE, B*TCH! SS: Well that's an interestingly new way of saying no. AD: Shadoe Rage is unique in every way... including his resiliency against Anthony Kutler. Shadoe Rage gets ahold of the ropes and forces the break. SS: Anthony Kutler releases the hold but then snap mares Rage into the center of the ring. Kutler now with a side headlock submission. AD: Rage tries to find a way to escape the hold as he realizes he is not within reach of the ropes. SS: True but Shadoe Rage also looking to be struggling to get back to the side and those ring ropes. Now the referee once again asking Shadoe Rage if he wants to submit. Ref: Shadoe Rage... do you want to quit? Rage: ARE YOU DEAF, MOTHERF*CKER?!? I SAID GET OUTTA MY FACE! AD: WOO! THAT'S THE SPIRIT! SS: Anthony Kutler decides to release the hold on his own and trying a different strategy. Pulls Shadoe Rage to his feet and goes for a bearhug... NO! Belly to belly suplex by Shadoe Rage! AD: Clearly Rage playing possum right there and he suckered Anthony Kutler into his trap. Shadoe Rage whips Kutler into the corner... SS: Rage charges in with an avalanche.... BUT KUTLER LIFTS A LEG IN TIME! ***POP!!!*** AD: Shadoe Rage stumbles backwards and Anthony Kutler throws a roundhouse right at him. Series of chops from Kutler and the crowd seems to be going crazy for "The Brash." SS: Rightfully so. Anthony Kutler has been the fan favorite in this war since TSWF reopened it's doors back in late September 2008. AD: Well Shadoe Rage throwing shots of his own and now both men just trading blows in the center of the ring. Kutler runs into the ropes... ***BOOOOO!!!*** SS: AND SHADOE RAGE CATCHES KUTLER RIGHT ON THE CHIN WITH A SUPERKICK!!! Kutler falls backwards like a freshly cut Christmas tree. AD: And Shadoe Rage with a figure-four leg-lock on Kutler, once again working over that knee. SS: Not so fast, Adam. Anthony Kutler kicking Shadoe Rage off. Rage grabs a hold of Kutler and whips him into the ropes... Kutler misses with a clothesline and Shadoe Rage takes Kutler down with a fall-away slam. ***BOO!!!*** AD: Legdrop from Shadoe Rage. And now he pulls Anthony Kutler to his feet.... BEAUTIFUL OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY SHADOE RAGE! SS: Rage now runs into the ropes... leaps over Kutler's prone body and on the way back, he drops an elbow on Anthony Kutler. AD: Shadoe Rage pulls Kutler to his feet once more.... goes for a kick to the midsection... Kutler with the counter as he grabs Rage's leg and hits a dragon screw... NO! Shadoe Rage catches him with an enzuigiri to the face. SS: Rage pulls Kutler to his feet and goes for a German suplex... Anthony Kutler with an elbow to the face. Low blow stuns Shadoe Rage and Kutler now sends him into the ropes... Running clothesline attempt from Rage is met with a hiptoss by Anthony Kutler. **POP!!!** AD: Kutler pounces on to Shadoe Rage and locks on a chokehold. Rage quickly looking to find the nearest set of ropes while the referee checking on his status. SS: Rage manages to grab the ropes but Anthony Kutler rips him right off and brings him to the center of the ring. Guillotine choke from Anthony Kutler! AD: Kutler has Shadoe Rage locked in to that submission hold and Rage is not in a good position at the moment as he can't break the hold with the ropes. SS: Not to mention Ms. M is all the way on the other side of the ring and can't CHEAT to help him get out of the guillotine choke. Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! AD: These fans want Shadoe Rage to quit and the referee asking Rage if he's had enough. SS: Rage shakes his head no and Anthony Kutler puts on even more pressure. The referee asks Rage if he's still in this and he nods. AD: Anthony Kutler pulling back even further on Shadoe Rage's neck as the referee asks him to respond or he'll stop the fight. SS: Shadoe Rage with a nod of the head as he starts to summon up the energy to fight out of the guillotine choke hold. Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! AD: The referee checking the arm of Shadoe Rage... lifts it up... AND IT STAYS UP! RAGE NOW THROWING PUNCHES BACK OVER HIS HEAD INTO KUTLER'S! SS: Anthony Kutler turns the guillotine into a side headlock... and Shadoe Rage throws him off. Rage now goes for a German suplex but Kutler with the block and throws a haymaker at Rage. AD: Shadoe Rage answers back with a punch of his own which is returned with a chop by Kutler. SS: Anthony Kutler grabs a hold of Shadoe Rage's head and nails him with a bulldog. Kutler now goes to pick up Rage... and gets a head-butt to the midsection for his troubles. ***BOOOO!!!*** AD: Shadoe Rage with a handful of tights and just chucks Kutler out of the ring. Rage rolls outside and goes after Kutler. Picks him up and just THROWS him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. SS: Oooo! Anthony Kutler hit his head against the ringsteps. That's gonna leave a mark. AD: And now Ms. M putting the boots to Kutler. Pulls Kutler to his feet and holds him up... Shadoe Rage with a running start, looking for a lariat... ***POP!!!*** SS: BUT ANTHONY KUTLER ABLE TO DUCK DOWN AND SHAODE RAGE ALMOST TOOK MS. M'S HEAD OFF! AD: Kutler grabs a hold of Shadoe Rage and hits a swinging neckbreaker on the floor. SS: And it seems that Anthony Kutler has been cut open. He rubs his fingers in the blood and just smears it over the chest of Shadoe Rage. Picks Rage up once more... EXPLODER SUPLEX! AD: ANTHONY KUTLER IS LIVID AS HE YANKS SHADOE RAGE TO HIS FEET AND JUST WHIPS HIM INTO THE GUARDRAIL! SS: Now Kutler pulling Shadoe Rage up once more as he climbs up on to the ring apron... has him in an inverted headlock position... AD: Anthony Kutler looks like he may be trying for another Edge Aero. ***EXPLOSIVE POP!!!*** SS: AND HE JUST NAILED IT! ANTHONY KUTLER JUST IMPLANT DDT'ED SHADOE RAGE THROUGH THE TIMEKEEPER'S TABLE! AD: Kutler telling the referee to check on Shadoe Rage. SS: The official climbing over the rubble as he asks Shadoe Rage if he wants to quit... AD: No verbal answer from Rage. Does Anthony Kutler not realize that if he knocks his opponent out, then he can't win? SS: Did you not hear the ring announcer at the top of the match? Kutler sure did because you CAN win if your opponent can not answer the referee. AD: Al-righty then. The referee asking Rage once again if he wants to quit... and Shadoe Rage still not answering. SS: Now a lift of the arm... AND IT FALLS! *CROWD POP!* SS: A second lift of the arm... AND IT FALLS! *LOUDER CROWD POP!* AD: The referee lifting the arm of Shadoe Rage for a third time... SS: AND ANTHONY KUTLER QUICKLY GRABS A HOLD OF IT BEFORE IT CAN FALL! He's saying he doesn't want to win it this way. AD: Kutler with Shadoe Rage's arm in his grasp and pulls him towards the ringpost... throws Rage headfirst into the ringpost. SS: Shadoe Rage slumped against the ring post and now Anthony Kutler has a hold of both of Rage's arms... he wraps them around the ringpost and crosses them back towards himself. AD: WHAT THE HELL IS ANTHONY KUTLER DOING?!? SS: It looks like Anthony Kutler is using Shadoe Rage's arms to press him against the ringpost. Kutler now with both arms as he pulls back.... this can't be good. AD: Shadoe Rage writhing in pain as Anthony Kutler continues to pull back on the arms... AND NOW KUTLER HAS A KNEE IN THE BACK OF RAGE, APPLYING EVEN MORE PRESSURE! SS: The referee asking Shadoe Rage if he wants to quit.... Rage with blood flowing down from his forehead. AD: Ms. M still out on the floor from that running lariat and nobody is here to save Rage. Ref: Shadoe Rage... do you quit? Rage: UH.... UH... AGGH.... I.... NOOO.... NOO.... Ref: Come on Rage...DO YOU QUIT? Kutler: YOU EITHER QUIT OR YOU GO TO HELL. THE CHOICE IS YOURS! Rage: I.... OH... MY... I.... I.... I QUIT!!!! *****EXPLOSIVE CROWD ROAR!!!**** *DING! DING! DING!* ============== [Back to Adam and Stephanie] SS: ANTHONY KUTLER HAS JUST MADE SHADOE RAGE SAY "I QUIT". AD: I gotta think that Shadoe Rage didn't really have a choice. It was either hold on and risk injury or accept humility and live to fight another day. SS: Well regardless, Anthony Kutler is your winner. And now Shadoe Rage has to accept that he is not as superior as he once thought. AD: Shadoe Rage will ALWAYS be superior. And as soon as he faces Marcus Davis, he will be the next great TSWF champion. That's if there's anything left of Davis after Clyde Kennedy gets done with him in a few moments. I’m happy to report that Kennedy & Associates have arrived, and we’re going to get comments from them right now. SS: Whoop-de-crap. Last show they were nice enough to leave the federation alone for the most part… aside from that she-devil Cassandra Whitmore and Doug Foster’s racial slurs. AD: Oh please! That segment alone probably kept every viewer locked on to this station. And I’m sure THIS one will as well. Let's hear now from Kennedy & Associates. ============== KENNEDY & ASSOCIATES ============== [Backstage at the Sovereign Bank Arena, Doug Foster and Real Xtreme sit around a table. Real Xtreme are looking at something on James’ iPhone while Foster is reading the latest edition of Top Level. Cassandra Whitmore is standing by the door, tapping her foot, and checking her watch.] Lance: Hey Cass, where’s the boss man? I mean, taking a rest last show was nice and all, but NOW we’re ready to take out those smug PPD bastards. James: Cage matches like this one are Real Xtreme’s bread and butter. Carnage is our art form. Foster: I will make sure Davis is shown to be the fraud he's always been. [The door explodes open and Clyde Kennedy storms into the room. Dressed in his wrestling gear, Kennedy walks straight to the camera, ignoring the others in the room. Whitmore appears behind him, nervously looking up.] Lance: Hey, boss man. Foster: There's the man of the hour. Whitmore: Mr Kennedy, do you want to talk to the team about the upcoming match? Kennedy: I want to talk to Marcus. Or rather, AT Marcus Davis, because apparently he doesn’t understand my words. I speak, and he doesn’t listen. That is a dangerous thing to do, Mr. Davis. You can smirk all you like and sit back with your “holier than thou” attitude, but you are not superior to me. [Whitmore takes a step back, out of the warpath.] Kennedy: The more you talk, the less appealing you become. A spoiled little rich brat. No wonder you act the way you do. You’ve never had to work a day in your life. Everything has come easily to you, Davis. Life came to you on a silver platter carried by a butler, you and your billions and billions of your family’s dollars. I’m sorry, it’s not your money, it’s your four grandparents, two parents, and three other siblings’ money. You were raised with a silver spoon and believe that life owes you something, that you are entitled to everything your petty heart desires. Have you ever lived out of your car? Sacrificed everything to achieve a life’s goal? Been kicked in the face with failure time and time again, only to fight you way to the top? [At this point, James Robinson and Lance Williams, clad in “Real Xtreme” t-shirts, stand up behind Clyde, embracing the rage and the anger emanating from Kennedy. Foster, new to the fold, remains in the back.] Kennedy: While I also was born into an influent family, they never helped me. I refused it because success is not enough for me. I must succeed on my terms. I traveled around Europe, trying to break into the business, making a few bucks a show when I could have come home and made a fortune – that would have been the coward’s way, the Davis way. But I didn’t. I won the TSWF Title fair and square, defeating both Shadoe Rage and Anthony Kutler in a triple threat match. You won the title with a low blow from a short-skirted trollop. And then you parade it around Japan like you did something special, when in fact you had the title handed to you just like everything else in your life. [Kennedy begins to pace left and right, the fire in his eyes drawing the camera closer, like a moth to the flame. Williams and Robinson move closer, also drawn in to the fire.] Kennedy: You can throw your family wealth at me and hide behind an army of lawyers like the coward we all know that you are, but you are clearly naïve in the ways of the world. Wealth buys you nothing. Less than zero. The Davis name means nothing to anyone who represents anything. Through the circles that I have traveled in, I have acquired influence, which is a far more important commodity than wealth. I, Clyde Kennedy, have acquired that influence on my own, without the help of an army of protectors and yes men. I stand before you today a self-made man, a tribute to perseverance and dedication. People see through you. Fans at shows cheer for you every time you walk into the ring, but the true fans can see through the charade. It’s ironic that your tag line is “Dream on Loser.” Because it’s obvious that you’ve never dreamed of anything in your life. Any whim or desire is fulfilled instantly by your wealthy family. The Golden Child that never grew up. You come onto TSWF television and talk and talk and talk but you don’t do anything. If actions speak louder than words, than you have been silent. You’ve defended the title once. Yes, you’ve brought it a bigger audience, but quantity doesn’t equal quality. Higher ratings don’t equal a superior product. People aren’t tuning in to watch you succeed. They want to see you fail. You are nothing more than a Paris Hilton wannabe, a train wreck that the world will have a front row seat to. This little fantasy is quickly coming to an end. The owner of the company rolled out the red carpet for you to come in and steal the title without doing anything to deserve it. The prostitute of your dreams swipes the title and runs off with you like a modern day “Pretty Woman.” And you parade around the world; you and your little lover, thinking that there are no consequences for your actions. I am your reality check, Marcus Davis. Tonight, I am not content in defeating you. I will send you back to Japan, where all wrestlers unable to cut it in the States end up. The cage’s walls will drip with your blood. You don’t understand what it takes to be a Warrior. Your cushy existence as you know it is over. Leave this federation while you still can. [Clyde grabs the camera and pulls it into his face, millimeters away from the lens.] Kennedy: I AM CLYDE KENNEDY, AND I AM THE FACE… NOW AND FOREVER… OF TSWF!! [Kennedy shoves the camera away and storms back out of the room, leaving Whitmore, Real Xtreme, and Doug Foster.] James: Woah! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him THAT enraged before. Lance: Well there was that ONE time… [James elbows Lance in the stomach] James: Not now, Lance. Foster: Tonight is going to be a pretty good night for us. Whitmore: How about we all take a moment to reflect on what Mr Kennedy has just said. And while you’re all doing that, I’ve got a phone call I need to make. [Cassandra Whitmore leaves the room] Foster: I like the way you guys run things... especially Whitmore. Lance: Hah! Don't even think about it, buddy. I called "dibs" on her first. James: You two jokers need to get your heads in the game. We need to win this one for Kennedy & Associates... or else we may end up looking for a bailout of our own from the unemployment office. [The three men talk some strategy as the show fades out] ========================================== MARCUS DAVIS AND KENJI METWARO ========================================== [The lens of a camera quickly shapes the image of someone that has a lot to prove tonight, a man that will lay down his body, mind, and his spirit to make sure justice is handed to those that have broken the moral code. Unlike many men… this man is someone who will fight for something so simple, but yet some complex in the same token. It’s something that every decision comes down to in the very end, this man will walk into the Warrior’s Cry tonight, to fight for what is _Right_. Only, “The Dream” Marcus Davis is known for such characteristics, and here he sits wearing white with a light blue tint shin boots, elbow pads, and even his trunks follow the same pattern. The storied Tri State Championship sits across his lap as Marcus leans his weight against a locker. His eyes show that the Tri State Champion has a lot on his mind, as he rests his head against the locker. The camera slowly pans to across from Marcus, showing the man that trained Marcus and helped him develop into the wrestler he is today. A man that is a member of the Foundation Of Honor with Marcus, and a man that is known for his ability to resurrect himself better than anyone else in the sport. “The Rising Sun” Kenji Metwaro sits on a bench with his arms crossed, his customary light blue and white face paint lines his face. The rest of his attire is the same as Davis’ and is accompanied by a pair of knee pads and normal boots. Kenji has a focused look on his face, which is quite familiar to the fans of Metwaro. As we continue to watch the scene, Kenji takes a deep breath which seems to bring Marcus back to his senses. Davis leans forward, quickly placing the Tri State Championship on the bench beside him. Neither his body language nor his facial expression changes, yet he looks at Kenji briefly who returns back a glare. Neither break the silence for a few moments until Kenji lets out another deep breath.] Metwaro: This Clyde Kennedy is an interesting guy… I doubt he has a bit of honor within his body. First he attacks a woman, now he does this… [Metwaro pauses for a moment.] Metwaro: He’s unbelievable. [A grin comes over Davis’ face, it isn’t of happiness or joy. By the looks of his face, the grin is out of spite.] Davis: It’s not unbelievable Kenji. Clyde Kennedy, James Robinson, and Lance Williams will do anything to get their way. They’re desperate Kenji, and they thought this was the best way to insure their victory tonight… It’s almost a shame at how LOW Kennedy has grown. When I first came to the TSWF, he was cocky and felt he was on top of the world… That quickly changed… [Marcus nods his head slowly. He snickers slightly before continuing.] Davis: Then when I took away the Tri State Championship from him, his life started to crumble. Sure, he may have won the 12 Days Tournament, but other than that he has done nothing other than moan, complain, and come up with an excuse for all of his shortcomings. He throws tantrums when he realizes I am one step above of him, then he attempts to back his way out of the Warrior’s Cry… Metwaro: I did find that amusing… He decided to step down when the ball was in his court. Then he attempted to back away from the challenge... to me that shows how much of a coward Kennedy is. [Davis nods his head in agreement.] Davis: That’s all people like Kennedy truly are, deep down inside I’m not saying anything Kennedy hasn’t already come to terms with. Anyone that continues to make excuses, take short cuts, and attempt to black mail someone by using their home as collateral knows how much of a waste they are… Clyde Kennedy doesn’t even deserve to even call himself man. Metwaro: Or a human being for all I’m concerned… I’ve seen dogs that have more honor than Clyde Kennedy… Davis: I don’t know why he even bothers to continue talking, I doubt anyone at this point gives him any credibility. Just look at what he’s had to say about me… He is in a complete different reality. This is a guy who quit the business for ten years to come back and claim he is the best wrestler in this part of the United States. As far as I’m concerned, he does not even deserve my time after all of these transgressions. Tonight, I’m going to see to it that Kennedy takes the Warrior’s Cry. [A silence passes through the room for a couple of moments. Davis leans back against the locker causing a small clang to echo throughout the room.] Metwaro: I still have a hard time believing that Real Xtreme would attack a woman like that, especially Samantha. Did they really believe nothing would happen to them as a result? Davis: Probably, Kennedy probably assured them nothing was going to happen to them. They aren’t the most intelligent guys I’ve seen, without Kennedy telling them what to do they’d probably be wrestling in local high school gyms every other month. Look at their body of work… nothing of note ever accomplished. They are the simple goons for someone that doesn’t have enough manhood to get his hands dirty. I’m not even sure they realize how useless they really are, over thirteen years in the sport and the best they can do is work for Clyde Kennedy… [Metwaro smirks a bit as the camera pans to him slowly.] Metwaro: We just can’t take them lightly.. I found out the hard way that taking an opponent lightly can cost you a victory, Real Xtreme may not have any technique or athletic ability, it doesn’t keep them from winning a match. I just won’t allow myself to lose to those who have no honor, no respect for this business, and can’t take the time to actually learn to wrestle. I will not lower myself to those standards… not now… not _Ever._ [A smile comes across Davis’ face, this one seems to be without spite. For the first time in this conversation Davis seems to be reverting to his normal self.] Davis: I’m not planning on losing to them either Kenji, neither one of Real Xtreme will ever be able to be the competitors either one us are… Right now it doesn’t seem like PPD will even make it to the arena tonight. It will be up to us to walk into the Warrior’s Cry and defeat all of Kennedy and Associates. With the four of them, we should be more than enough to give them exactly what they deserve… You know me better than most people and you know how much I dislike senseless violence… Tonight is different, if all of them take the Warrior’s Cry it would be well deserved. Over the past two months they have secured their own fate, it’s just up to us to give it to them. Metwaro: You’re right, that’s why I agreed to wrestle this match. They deserve everything that will happen to them tonight, there’s no more excuses for them to make. I would like to make sure none of them show their faces in the TSWF again. I’m doing this one for you and Samantha. Lets just go out there and make a statement. [Davis nods his head once more.] Davis: So it is said… So it will be done… [Marcus abruptly stands up, he whips the Tri State Championship over his shoulder. Metwaro stands up as well, the two Foundation Of Honor members shake hands firmly starring each other in the eyes. After a short stare down, the two make their way towards the door with Marcus slapping Kenji across his shoulders.] ============== [We come back from a twenty minute intermission, the TSWF staff needed extra time to put together the Warrior’s Cry structure. Marcus Davis paid for the construction of the cage and the extra hands needed tonight to _ENSURE_ this match would take place. Good thing that due to editing those watching this on TV, go straight to the match. Thank you pre-recorded wrestling! Surrounding the outside of the cage is two sets of medical staff.] SS: Davis and Metwaro seem confident that they can prevail despite the odds being against them. I mean it's going to be extremely hard to scale to the top of the cage when your team is two men down. AD: Marcus Davis should've thought twice about getting involved with muscle bound jerks, plain and simple. He's lucky his pal, Metwaro wasn't stopped at the border by the TSA. SS: Adam! Now it is true that we do not know the status of the Perfectly Perfect Duo nor do we know what to expect from this match… but what I CAN tell you we’ve even been given extended TV time to make sure we can show you the entire match. AD: Excuse me Stephanie, I know EXACTLY what’s going to happen in this match -- Clyde Kennedy, Real Extreme, and Doug Foster are going to destroy Marcus Davis and his team. The time has come for the wrestling world to be rid of him! SS: I’m not so sure about that. For those of you that don’t know here are the rules for this match. As you can see there’s a total of three cages, the first being fifteen feet in height, while the others are ten feet. To advance between the top three cages you must stay on that level for at least five minutes. The only way to advance is by the rope. Two ladders are at the top of the cage, the briefcases hang ten feet over the top cage. To win the match the team must grab their briefcase and make it back down to the mat, by advancing through each cage. Only those that reach the top of the cage can advance the briefcase down… And of course we know about the Warrior’s Cry that’s twenty feet of tables with thumbtacks all over the table on the ground. Taking that fall would mean a certain hospital visit. AD: Marcus Davis better have his insurance in order then! SS: We’ll just have to wait and see! SS: ANYWAYS... the cage looks to be ready so let's go down to ringside.
TSWF_Fedhead Administrator Posts: 164 Registered: Sep 2008    Posted March 24th, 2009 10:59 AM   IP              ================================================== WARRIOR'S CRY MATCH CLYDE KENNEDY / REAL XTREME / DOUG FOSTER v. MARCUS DAVIS & KENJI METWARO ================================================== [We cut to the ringside area to see the HUGE three cage stacked structure dubbed "The Warrior's Cry" and the two stacks of tables with thumbtacks on the bottom-most table. The cage extends all the way to the guardrail, engulfing the ringside floor and thus the timekeeper and commentator's tables have been relocated to the back. The ring announcer stands in the center of the bottom ring. ] RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the second ever Warrior’s Cry match-!! ***EXPLOSIVE CROWD POP!!!*** RA: The only way to win the match is to climb to the very top cage and claim one of the two briefcases hanging high above and bring it back down to the floor. Introducing team number one... ["For the Love of Money" by Bullet Boys begins to play over the PA system and from the backstage area walks Doug Foster. The caucasian male has light blonde hair that goes to his shoulders and brown eyes. His body contains a nice sized portion of lean muscle. He wears yellow tights with black question marks all over the fabric. He also wears black boots, yellow elbow pads with a question mark on the back of the pad, and white wrist tape. The fans immediately boo him as he stands at the top of the entranceway sporting a black "Kennedy & Associates" t-shirt. The boos get even louder as Foster is joined by Kennedy & Associate's own Cassandra Whitmore, wearing a black business style skirt with a white top. All smiles, she pats Foster on the shoulder. They are then joined by Real Xtreme as James Robinson & Lance Williams step out from the back, wearing "Kennedy & Associates" shirts as well. The fans explode in hatred, trying to reach for them, throwing drinks, trying to get through the barriers. The group walks to the ring ignoring the crowd. The referee on the first level opens up the cage allowing all four in. Once in the caged area, Foster walks to the edge of the cage and flips off the crowd. Some try to reach through the cage to get him. When they fail Foster breaks out in laughter. On the outside Whitmore says a few things to Foster before he makes his way up the steel steps into the ring.] SS: Very interesting that Clyde Kennedy has chosen to not make his way down along with his teammates but rather go with his own individual entrance. AD: Clyde Kennedy knows what he's doing and is simply focused on dealing with Marcus Davis. He could win this match single-handedly if he wanted but your brother and TSWF owner, Mike Sandsbury insisted that he have three other team members with him. RA: In the ring at this time... Accompanied by Cassandra Whitmore... They weigh in tonight at a total combined weight of seven hundred and seventy-six pounds... Representing Kennedy and Associates... JAMES ROBINSON.... LANCE WILLIAMS... AND "THE QUESTION" DOUG FOSTERRRRRR!!!! ***HUGE CROWD ROAR*** RA: And their team captain... [The theme from “Cape Fear” blares over the P.A. system, the menacing tones causing the audience to rise to their feet. Out from the back steps “The Policy” Clyde Kennedy, a smirk on his face. The fans rain down on him with a storm of heat as he strolls down the aisle, never losing sight of the big steel cages around the ring.] RA: Weighing in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds,, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... This is “The Policy” Clyde Kennedy! ***BOOOOO!!!!!*** [Kennedy observes the fans, standing just out of their grasp as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. Once he gets to ringside, Kennedy takes another moment to look at the cage and the briefcases hanging above it before he climbs in as well. Once in the ring, Kennedy begins to stretch his arms across his chest, cracking his knuckles, not even acknowledging his teammates.] SS: Kennedy proved tonight that he is a desperate man b…. AD: Stop copying your crush Davis! Kennedy just proved that he can outsmart _ANYONE._ This man is the best in the business right now! RA: And their opponents... Marcus Davis's Voice - "I have been through wars, I have kept my mind concentrated on justice, I will never stray away from the difficult, I will always stand for justice..." [A sword slash is heard.] I _AM_ the protector of Dreams! Deep Voice- I have Awaken! [A “Dream” chant is heard from the crowd as Marcus comes from the back with Kenji Metwaro at his side. The Perfectly Perfect Duo are not behind them, yet Samantha Bevins is. She stares directly at Cassandra Whitmore, Kenji and Marcus walk to the ring glaring at their four opponents.] ***FACE POP!!!*** SS: PPD is still not at the arena, this does not bode well for Metwaro and Davis… AD: HAHAHA! This is perfect, Clyde Kennedy is officially a genius! RA: Accompanied by "Sensuous" Samantha Bevins... From Wako, Japan... weighing in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds... KENJI.... MET-WA-RO!!!! And From Tampa, Florida.... he weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirty four pounds... The TRI-STATE CHAMPION... "THE DREAM" MARCUSSSSSSSSS DAVISSSSSSSSSSS!!!! THE FOUNDATION! OF! HONOR! ****HUGE INTERNATIONAL CROWD POP!!!!**** [Davis, Metwaro, and Bevins approach the cage and are let in by the referee. Davis and Metwaro step into the ring, and are immediately charged by Real Xtreme and Doug Foster.] *DING! DING! DING!* SS: Real Xtreme and Foster catch Davis and Metwaro off guard… Robinson and Williams have Davis in the corner and are pounding into him. Foster is throwing some wicked right hands into Metwaro! Kennedy is standing across the ring just watching all of this go down. AD: Why should he get involved... both Davis and Metwaro are clearly beneath him. Oh no! Metwaro reverses Foster in the corner and drills him with two hard knife edge chops that take him down in the corner before turning his attention to Real Xtreme. SS: Metwaro is finding some life… Chop Block to Lance Williams! Davis gives Robinson a hard kick to his left knee.. He’s fighting back from the early barrage… Metwaro with a backhand chop to Robinson… Davis with a double knife edge chop… Metwaro with a another chop and down goes Robinson! The crowd is loving this! AD: They forgot one! SS: Davis and Metwaro turn around and here comes Clyde Kennedy plowing through both of the with a double clothesline. Foster and Robinson are back to their feet.. Foster begins stomping on Davis and Robinson does the same to Metwaro. Crowd: KENNEDY SUCKS! KENNNEDY SUCKS! KENNEDY SUCKS! SS: You hear the crowd! This is nothing more than a mugging, two on four is not fair! Kennedy is a coward! AD: He’s just smarter than you. If Davis is the fighter he says he is, he should be able to overcome these odds. SS: Whitmore on the outside smiles devilishly as Bevins looks worried. And Foster pulls Davis up… He’s holding him up for Kennedy… This is pathetic, Kennedy has Davis by the jaw.. *SLAP!* AD: That’s exactly what Davis gets! A slap across the face from Clyde Kennedy… Two big right hands from Kennedy adds injury to that insult. SS: Real Extreme have Metwaro in the corner and are taking turns punching him in the head… Kennedy kicks Davis in the stomach.. Look at the grin on his face.. He’s acting like he’s doing something special! He won’t do that without Foster holding Davis! AD: Well he can do whatever he wants because who's gonna stop him? Not the PPD, thats for sure. SS: Kennedy bounces himself off the ropes, just as he makes contact Davis takes Foster over his shoulder with a unique throw. Kennedy has to leap over Foster which causes him to jump right into a Standing Side Kick from Davis that connected with his nose. AD: That’s not fair! Martial Arts shouldn’t be allowed in wrestling! SS: There’s virtual no rules in this kind of match Adams. Davis grabs Robinson and turn him around… Davis is throwing forearms into the face of Robinson that have him stunned… Foster is back up.. he charges… Davis ducks under the clothesline and Foster takes down Robinson! AD: Get it together! I think Kennedy is bleeding a bit! This isn’t good! SS: Kennedy rolling to the outside and is being checked on by Cassandra Whitmore... looks like a trickle of blood from his nose. SS: Davis throws Foster over the top rope to the outside… Williams clubs Davis in the back of his head. Metwaro is down in the corner, hopefully he can get back into the match soon! AD: Williams sends Davis to the ropes… He just flattened him with a big boot… Ha! Whatever Davis and Metwaro do, Kennedy and Associates are one step ahead of them! SS: Foster is collecting himself on the outside, while Kennedy rolls back into the ring and looks furious. He makes a direct path for the downed Davis and begins choking him with all of his might. Ref: 1... 2... 3... 4! SS: Kennedy lets Davis go after that blatant choke, telling the referee he has until five and to do his job right. Now remember, if Kennedy and Associates win this match, Kennedy earns himself a shot at the Tri State Championship. Something he covets more than anything. AD: Well once you have a taste of the gold, it's hard to stay away from. Metwaro back to his feet… Well he was. Foster now pulling him to the outside! This team is working well together. SS: Come on now, let's be real and call a spade a spade. It’s four on two. Of course it’s going to look like they’re working well together. Foster with another right hand to Metwaro that knocks him backwards… Metwaro is firing back with Forearms, he won’t be denied here tonight! AD: He’s just going to cause himself more pain! SS: Metwaro knees Foster into the abdomen before sending him shoulder first into the steel steps, which gets a rise from the crowd. AD: Yes but inside the ring, Kennedy and Real Xtreme are again putting the boots to a downed Marcus Davis. SS: Kenji Metwaro climbs back into the ring.. Robinson turns around and takes an overhead belly to belly suplex! Williams able to duck a boot but Kennedy gets caught with a knife edge chop. Metwaro’s momentum is put to a stop thought with a lariat from Lance Williams. There’s just too many of them, and the advantage started as they jumped Davis and Metwaro before the opening bell. AD: Kennedy immediately puts the boots to Metwaro as well… He’s got him back to his feet… vicious Spinebuster! SS: Where is PPD? This match has gone on for awhile and there’s still no sight of them! AD: Maybe they’ve smartened up and learned their lesson. Nobody messes with Kennedy and Associates and gets away with it. SS: Robinson gets to his feet holding his back as he and Williams pull Metwaro back up. Kennedy tells them to hold Metwaro still. Kennedy raining down right hand after right hand to Metwaro’s forehead! This isn’t looking good for him and Davis! Kennedy has Metwaro by the hair and sends him head first into the turnbuckles! AD: Foster is rolling back into the ring, his shoulder a bit dinged up. But, Kennedy isn’t paying him to be injured. He needs to step it up! SS: Real Xtreme pull Davis to his feet… Kennedy is choking Metwaro in the corner. They shoot Davis to the ropes… Marcus Davis puts on the brakes and hits Foster with a dropkick to his face that knocks him under the bottom ropes and back to the outside! Robinson charges Davis, who side steps him, throwing him over the top rope. AD: Kennedy isn’t going to be happy if Real Xtreme doesn’t put Davis down! SS: Robinson just dumped to the outside… Williams charges Davis as well… Marcus pulls the ropes down and Williams topples onto Foster! Davis runs into the side and flings himself off the far ropes… cartwheel across the ring… Believe In Your Dreams! Amazing moonsault to the outside on the three members of Kennedy and Associates! *HUGE POP!* Crowd: DAVIS! DAVIS! DAVIS! AD: What the hell! He took them all out! SS: Kennedy still inside the ring as he shoots Metwaro into the turnbuckles… Kennedy charges in.. And is met with an elbow to his already injured and bleeding nose. AD: That definitely won’t make Kennedy happy… SS: Metwaro going to the top turnbuckles. Kennedy steadies himself, and turns right into a flying lariat by Metwaro. Davis on the outside begins collecting himself as does Real Xtreme and Foster. In the ring Kenji gets to his feet and heads over to the rope hanging in the center of the ring. **POP!** AD: Come on Kennedy, get back to your feet! Don’t let Metwaro advance to the next level. SS: Metwaro is indeed starting to climb to the second cage as Kennedy is struggling to get back to his feet.. Metwaro having some trouble getting up the rope. AD: He should have paid attention when they taught climbing the rope in gym class! SS: Kennedy gets back to his feet, Metwaro, only being a few feet up the rope, decides to slide back down to the mat. He makes his way back over to Kennedy. AD: What a dummy. If he was going to advance, he should've. Instead he chose to get in Clyde Kennedy's face. And now he's going to pay for his mistake. SS: Metwaro simply isn’t risking a climb if he knows he can’t make it.. OH! Kennedy cuts him off with a poke into his eye. He _would_ use a short cut… Metwaro sent to the ropes… And a powerslam from Kennedy! AD: Here comes Real Xtreme, they’re back into the ring.. On the outside Davis sends Foster into the steel cage wall! At least Foster is doing something right, keeping Marcus Davis distracted. SS: It’s personal between those two, Doug Foster made some serious statements about Marcus’ career two weeks ago. And I'm sure he has some ill will about his loss to Davis the last time they fought. AD: Everything Foster said... it was all true! SS: Kennedy directs Real Xtreme to go after Kenji Metwaro as he quickly makes his way to the rope and begins to climb. Real Xtreme pull Metwaro to his feet as Kennedy continues to ascend up the rope… Metwaro gets sent off the far ropes… he eats a double flapjack from Robinson and Williams. AD: Real Xtreme serving up some pancakes for the Japanese. Hey, do they even eat pancakes in Japan, Steph? SS: I'm not even going to answer that with a real response. AD: Ok then I'll just focus on the match. Look at Clyde Kennedy climb that rope! He knows a Tri State Championship shot is awaiting him at the top of these cages! SS: Kennedy’s almost halfway up the rope… Meanwhile, on the ringside floor, Marcus Davis slams Doug Foster’s head off of the steel steps. Davis is surviving here tonight in front of the largest crowd the TSWF has seen. Now Davis sliding back in the ring… And Real Xtreme immediately cut him off from Kennedy with boots to his back. AD: Davis and Metwaro will never overcome the numbers, Kennedy calculated this out perfectly.. and he has just reached the second cage. The referee has started one of the stop watches on his wrist, now Clyde can rest and watch Real Extreme and Doug Foster take on Kenji Metwaro and Marcus Davis down in cage number one. SS: James Robinson pulls up Davis with a look of satisfaction on his face, he picks him up in his arms... Fall-away Slam on Davis, Robinson threw him right past the rope in the middle of the ring! ***BOOO!*** AD: This is getting good to watch… Williams pulls Metwaro up to his feet.. he drives him to a knee with a forearm into his lower back. SS: Davis and Metwaro are starting to take a pounding here.. Cassandra Whitmore on the outside helping Foster back into the ring… WAIT! WHAT'S THIS?!? ****EXPLOSIVE CROWD ROAR!!!**** SS: Max and Lance Studd have just rushed down to ringside, both men wearing white wife beaters and grey sweatpants. Lance slings open the cage door as Clyde Kennedy watches from the second tier with a look of disbelief on his face. AD: WHAT?!?! They’re not suppose to be here! SS: HALLELUJAH.... PPD IS HERE!! They slide into the ring and start throwing punches at everything moving.. Max takes Foster down with a right hand… Lance takes Robinson down. Williams gets doubled over with a kick to his knee.. Running Bulldog from Lance.. Max follows it with a Legdrop! PPD is on fire!!! ***ANOTHER POP FROM THE CROWD!!!*** AD: How’d they get here!? SS: Lance and Max swing their arms feeling the adrenaline run through them as the crowd erupts for them showing up and making the match even. Davis uses the ropes to get back to his feet as does Kenji. AD: Would SOMEBODY explain to me how this is happening? Clyde Kennedy's plan was supposed to work to the letter and now everything is ruined. SS: PPD shoot Foster to the far ropes… Double Flying Shoulder Block take him straight back down to the mat. They aren’t dressed to wrestle, but they are giving Kennedy and Associates more than they can handle. Davis back to his feet kicks Robinson in his left leg.. Now a kick to his chest.. Another to his leg.. Back to the chest.. Back to the leg.. And a Spinning Back Kick takes Robinson back down! ***POP!!*** AD: Whitmore and Kennedy aren’t liking this! This Foundation Of Honor team is finally getting the advantage, hopefully Kennedy can move up a cage before one of them reaches him. SS: Davis is heading for the rope… Kennedy is challenging him to come up… Kennedy wants to fight Marcus Davis! Davis obliges and is beginning his climb to the second cage. You have to give credit to anyone who wants to compete in this match, it tests your endurance, physical strength, and desire to achieve victory. AD: This is not good. Kenji Metwaro back to his feet and hits Foster with a hard forearm as he is propped up in the corner. Max drilling Lance Williams with right hands while he’s down on the mat, while Lance Studd has pulled James Robinson to the outside and is grinding his face against the cage. SS: Oh how the tables have quickly turned... wouldn't you say, Adam? AD: It has broken down here, I still have faith in Kennedy and Associates! They will walk out of here with the victory. SS: Davis up to the second level, he gets met with a right hand from Clyde Kennedy… Kennedy tosses him face first into the cage. Kennedy is in a flurry though, blood still dripping from his nose. AD: Davis shouldn’t have messed with him, he has no idea what he’s in for! SS: Kennedy throws Davis’ face into the cage once more taking the Tri State Champion down on the cage floor slash roof of cage number one. Meanwhile, back on the first level Metwaro smacks Foster with another chop in the corner before drilling him with another forearm. Lance Studd has Robinson down on the outside, and James sneaks a low blow in to slow down the PPD member. Lance Williams rolls out of the way of a second rope legdrop from Max Studd. AD: Real Xtreme are on the same wave length, and are taking it to PPD now! It’s about time! SS: That low blow slowed down Lance Studd… Robinson charges Lance, pushing him back first into the edge of the apron. PPD may be the more celebrated tag team, but Real Xtreme has been teaming together for years and understand when they are in a fight. AD: Williams takes Max Studd back down with a Reverse Neckbreaker. He shouldn’t have taken that high risk! SS: Metwaro sees his partners in trouble, he whips Foster right into Williams.. they bumped heads there. Both tumble down to the mat! Smart move from Kenji Metwaro! James Robinson chokes Lance Studd for a few seconds before rolling into the ring. Where Kenji meets him with a forearm and Robinson shoots back with a right hand, the two now trading blows. AD: Davis is getting his face pushed into the steel on the second cage thanks to Kennedy’s knee. Davis is getting everything he deserves for stealing the Tri State Championship! SS: Kennedy finally allows Davis to breathe… and immediately pulls him to his feet…. Oh! Kennedy slapped Davis in the face again… Davis drops down and dropkicks Kennedy in his right knee. That’s what he gets for disrespecting Marcus Davis, that was a solid shot and could of caused some damage. AD: Kennedy will be fine, he’s the face of the TSWF. If he’s not okay this company is done! SS: I beg to differ… Look at the face of Marcus Davis, I’ve never seen him that intense. He needs to follow up on his advantage though. Kennedy won’t be down forever. AD: Davis slowly gets to his feet as Kennedy rolls up to the far side of the cage holding his knee, Davis walks over to the other side. Down on the first cage James Robinson knocks Metwaro down with a right hand as Lance Williams begins to make his way up the rope to the second cage. On the outside, Samantha Bevins helps Lance Studd back into the ring as Doug Foster finally pulls himself back to his feet. SS: What’s Davis doing here… He charges across the cage! Davis leaps into the air, pulling his legs to his chest and on his descent he extends his legs at the perfect time hitting a Pump Dropkick into the back of Kennedy’s head driving his face, most notably his nose hard into the cage which almost has no give. Crowd: OHHH!! DREAM!! DREAM!! DREAM!! DREAM!! AD: Kennedy should sue Davis for assault after a move like that! SS: That was incredible, and that might keep Clyde Kennedy down for awhile, Davis got unbelievable hang time on that dropkick! He has to watch out though, Lance Williams is almost up to the second cage with him. Ring Announcer: The five minute time limit has been reached and Clyde Kennedy may now advance to the next cage at any time! AD: Ugh... why now? Why when Clyde Kennedy is down and out? Lance Williams now up to the second level with Marcus Davis and a near unconscious Clyde Kennedy. SS: Davis throws a kick but Williams catches his leg…This could be trouble! Lance Williams using his power to scoop Davis up, he charges towards the side of the cage throwing Davis against the wall with a powerbomb. Williams now collapsing to a knee to catch his breath. Crowd: OHHHHHHH! AD: That’s what I like to see! Marcus Davis went for a ride against the cage, I’d like to ask him how that feels. SS: On the first level, Kenji Metwaro has James Robinson after he misses with another clothesline… And Metwaro with a second overhead belly to belly suplex. I’m surprised he’s competing at such a high level, he was in a intense match against Kiji Blarituz just a few days ago at the NJWF's Battle Kingdom PPV. AD: Don’t give him any excuses. Doug Foster kicks Max Studd in the abdomen and takes him down with a snap suplex. Nicely done! SS: Foster quickly changes his attention to a wounded Lance Studd and drills him with a right hand as he leans against the ropes.. and here’s another one. That one rocked Lance’s head backwards… He’s not watching Metwaro though, who’s starting his climb to the second cage. AD: Good he can watch Williams choke the life out of Davis like he’s doing right now. SS: Kennedy is just starting to stir again, that dropkick took a lot out of him… The referee finally gets Williams away from Davis’ throat. Williams pulls the Tri State Champion to his feet, and drills him with another hard right hand that knocks him backwards. Davis has taken a good deal of punishment in this match. AD: The former Tri-State champion, Clyde Kennedy back to his feet, and immediately starts climbing the rope to the third level just as Kenji Metwaro makes his way to the second one. Williams immediately tackles Kenji down and starts throwing wild punches to allow Kennedy to advance to the next cage. ***BOOOO!!!*** AD: See... now that’s a good employee, he’s helping his boss out by distracting Metwaro! Davis will be out of it for awhile here. SS: Back down at ring level… Foster and Robinson whip Max Studd into the far ropes… Studd senses a the back body drop and Foster gets punted in the shoulder! AD: Foster turns around holding his shoulder, straight into a recovered Lance Studd that takes him down with a Side Russian Legsweep. And James Robinson stands up and gets a punt into the groin from Max Studd while the referee was being distracted by Samantha Bevins. Look at Cassandra Whitmore... she is livid. Crowd: OHHH! SS: That well placed kick was payback for earlier! AD: You would condone such behavior! I never liked you… Ring Announcer: Marcus Davis' five minute time limit has expired and he may now advance to the next cage at any time! SS: Clyde Kennedy has now reached the third cage, moving himself closer to the top of the massive structure. Kenji Metwaro manages to block a punch, swings his body weight to hook Williams by the left arm, traps his right arm against his head, and locks on a Cross-face. Marcus Davis is still down, but using the cage to slowly get to his feet. AD: Come on, Lance! Keep those boys at bay! SS: Metwaro just put Lance Williams in the Metwaro’s End Number Three! He gets to torture him as long as he wants! AD: Oh man, I forgot... submissions are not acknowledged in this type of match! The referee can allow this move to go on forever, even if Williams taps out. SS: Well not if Metwaro can make Williams go unconscious… Wait! At ring level Max Studd has Robinson up on his shoulders… Lance is already to the top turnbuckle… Here it comes! ***CRASH!*** Crowd: OHHHH! SS: James Robinson just got hit with the Perfectly Perfect Execution! PPD just took him out of the equation for awhile! AD: It doesn’t matter! Kennedy is still a cage ahead of everyone else. SS: Cassandra Whitmore now up on the apron, getting into the face on Lance Studd. AD: They made Cassandra unhappy.. that's never good! SS: She’s definitely running her mouth to the wrong people in the state PPD has to be in. Wait! Here comes Samantha Bevins! She's been waiting for this moment for weeks and weeks now. AD: That wench Bevins just pulled Cassandra Whitmore off the apron and hit her with a surprise right hand. Crowd: YEAHHHHH! SS: Yes! Samantha Bevins just decked Cassandra Whitmore! Samantha immediately pulls Cassandra to her feet and rolls her into the ring. Seeing that Whitmore may be in trouble, Doug Foster springs to his feet and charges the PPD. AD: Oh for the love of... The PPD send Foster over the top rope to the outside! Whitmore holding her cheek looking enraged.. she throws a slap in the direction of Lance Studd… And he caught her hand! SS: Lance puts his thumb in the air getting a roar from the crowd as Max bends down and picks Cassandra up in the Electric Chair position. Lance climbs the turnbuckles behind them, the camera shows Kennedy who stands on the third cage alone looking pissed off. Davis is back to his feet as Metwaro has Williams screaming in the Metwaro’s End III and tapping out. AD: They can’t do this! Don’t do this PPD! Don’t do it! SS: Lance is looking over to Samantha Bevins… She gives the thumbs down sign, she has the biggest grin on her face! Crowd: YEAHHH! AD: NO!! Crowd: YEAHHHHHHH!!! AD: NOOOOOOOO!!!! SS: Lance off the top turnbuckle! ****CRASH!**** Crowd: P-P-D! P-P-D! P-P-D! SS: That’s the first time I’ve heard a crowd chant after the PPD hit the Perfectly Perfect Execution! And I do believe Cassandra Whitmore is unconscious! AD: Kennedy will have their heads for this! He knows the finest lawyers in New York City and assault charges will surely be filed. SS: Whitmore still not moving as the crowd goes nuts, Clyde Kennedy stays in his seated position on the third cage holding his knee and the back of his head as Davis starts to ascend to the next cage after him. And Doug Foster is pulling a folded chair out from under the ring. AD: Doug... this is no time to take a break. Get back in this thing! SS: PPD needs to watch out… Foster in the ring with that chair! AD: Go ahead... get revenge for Cassandra!! SS: Max turns around… ***SMACK!!*** SS: Max Studd gets waffled with that steel chair... Lance turns around to see what happened, and receives a chair shot to his head as well denting the chair. Crowd: BOO! SS: Foster just blasted both members of PPD with a vicious chair shot! And now HE is headed to the second cage! Ring Announcer: Lance Williams can advance to the third cage! AD: That does a lot of help, right as Marcus Davis has made it to the third cage with Clyde Kennedy! These two have been neck and neck all night. SS: Metwaro finally lets Williams out of the Metwaro’s End III, it looks like Metwaro knocked him out with it. From what I’ve read that is one of the most painful submissions in Japan. AD: Hmm... maybe if I’m lucky he’ll put you in it before this match is over. SS: Foster made his way up the rope very quickly, he’s already up in the second cage. Leaving just PPD and James Robinson at ring level. Despite where in the structure they currently are, this match definitely taking it's tool as all eight wrestlers look exhausted. Samantha Bevins is in the ring checking on Lance and Max Studd. Cassandra Whitmore has yet to still move from her face down position. Davis and Kennedy start exchanging blows on the third cage. AD: Come on Kennedy! Take it to Davis, don’t let him show you up! The Warrior’s Cry is yours to win! SS: Marcus drills Kennedy with another one of those kicks into Kennedy’s right knee immediately dropping him down to a kneeling position… Davis isn’t satisfied.. He grabs a leg… Dragon Screw Legwhip! That’s going to do some more damage! AD: Foster has the advantage over Metwaro on the second cage! SS: Thanks to a poke in the eye. Now Foster puts the point of his elbow into Metwaro’s forehead and that put the former BHC World Champion down. AD: Go to town on him, Foster! Earn that Kennedy pay check! SS: Foster pulls Kenji’s upper body off the cage and throws about a dozen short punches into his forehead. At ring level - Lance and Max Studd begin to stir, James Robinson does as well... although a lot slower than the PPD members. Whitmore still hasn’t moved a muscle and the referee checking on her now. AD: What if something is seriously wrong with Cassandra Whitmore? Maybe I should go down and check on her... SS: No! You will stay here and call this match like a professional. Marcus Davis pulls Kennedy back up to his feet… He has the leg again… Kennedy pokes Davis in the eye…. Hard Spinning Spinebuster by Kennedy drills Davis against the cage. That was impressive! Ring Announcer: Clyde Kennedy can now advance! AD: Damn right it was! He’s Clyde Kennedy and whether you realize it or not, he controls more of the TSWF than your stinkin' brother. Ring Announcer: Kenji Metwaro can now advance! SS: I’d like you to say that to Michael… I really would. In the second cage, Doug Foster has Kenji Metwaro back up and sends him face first into the unforgiving steel… and again! Foster is showing some fight, I’m somewhat surprised. AD: Money will make you do strange things… SS: Lance Williams begins to stir on the second level, grabbing at his nose. Down in the ring, Max Studd is to his feet, Samantha directs him to the rope and he begins to climb to the next cage. She then helps Lance Studd to his feet. James Robinson begins pulling himself up using the ring ropes. AD: Yeah, James... get back in this! SS: Up at the top, Kennedy and Davis are both down.. the blood has yet to stop flowing from Kennedy’s nose and I believe he’s heavily favoring his knee right now. Davis has just taken a pretty nice beating as well. AD: Foster has Kenji against the cage.. he’s about to deliver a knockout blow, which may put him in good graces with Kennedy. SS: Foster charges… but Metwaro steps forward; nearly taking his head off with a Spinning Heel Kick. That hit perfectly! AD: Oh for the love of... SS: Max Studd makes it to the second cage as Lance begins to climb the rope behind him. James Robinson gets to his feet using the corner, causing Samantha Bevins to get out of the ring. AD: Robinson needs to get to the second cage.. he allowed himself to get taken out by PPD earlier.. Lance Williams is getting back to his feet finally and is now joined by both members of the PPD. SS: Kenji Metwaro is beginning his climb to the third cage to join Kennedy and Davis… Max Studd drills Doug Foster with a hard right hand knocking him against the cage. Lance Williams clubs Max in the back with a double axe handle dropping the Studd brother to the steel floor. AD: Lance Williams is definitely the best Lance in this match! SS: Williams immediately grabs Lance Studd as he makes it to the second level and uses his power to throw him viciously into the side of the cage. Metwaro reaches the third level as Davis and Kennedy are getting to their feet, Williams begins climbing to the third level as well while Robinson now begins his climb to the second to join Doug Foster and the PPD. AD: So to recap so far... we have Clyde Kennedy, Marcus Davis, Kenji Metwaro and, soon to be, Lance Williams up on level three... While The PPD are on level two with Doug Foster and very shortly, James Robinson will join them. SS: The Foundation Of Honor team outnumber Kennedy and Associates on the third cage now..This is looking bad for Kennedy’s Tri State Championship title match hopes. AD: Kennedy quickly catches Marcus Davis with a STO, very nicely done. He’s beating Davis to the punch now… SS: Kennedy quickly back to his feet and is met with a Kenji Metwaro chop… and another.. and a third one. Kennedy fires back though with a chop of his own… ducks away from a Metwaro chop…And hits a Reverse DDT into a Backbreaker on Metwaro. We’ve seen that from Kennedy before. AD: He’s starting to get tired, but it isn’t keeping him from battling inside of the Warrior’s Cry. SS: Williams has now reached the third cage… This evens things up here… and Robinson has just reached the second cage. He’s definitely feeling a bit woozy after that Perfectly Perfect Execution earlier. Ring Announcer: Doug Foster can now advance! SS: Looks like we have two members of the medical staff entering the cage to attend to Cassandra Whitmore. Very carefully, they are carrying her out of the ring to check on her. Samantha Bevins has a smile on her face as they begin to take Whitmore to the back. AD: Bevins _would_ be happy Whitmore is injured! She isn’t half the woman that Cassandra is. SS: Fair IS fair, the same happened to Bevins about a month ago, thanks to Real Xtreme. And speaking of, here's Lance Williams helping Kennedy to the rope, trying to get him to the fourth and final cage before reaching the top and the two briefcases. Foster is beginning his climb to the third cage as well. AD: Which would leave only James Robinson from Kennedy & Associates down in the second cage as he whips Max Studd into the wall… listen to that punk scream. If he didn’t expect this type of pain, he shouldn’t have crossed K and A. SS: Kennedy is making his way up to the fourth cage. And Robinson putting the boots to Lance Studd as well… Now Doug Foster has made it to the third cage level. AD: Williams is chocking Metwaro against the steel cage! I hope he squeezes the life out of him! SS: Foster pulls Davis up and kicks him in the stomach, following up with a hard right hand. Davis fires back now with a Spinning Back Kick to Foster’s stomach. AD: Ooo... that's definitely going to bring up some of Foster's lunch. And let me tell you, catering here was not the best around, for sure. SS: Lance Studd manages to kick James Robinson in the abdomen on the second cage, he and his brother now picking Robinson up on their shoulders and using his head as a ram against the cage. Crowd: OHHHH! SS: PPD just rammed Robinson’s head against the cage, that may have just put him out of this match again. AD: It’s two on one! That’s definitely not fair! SS: Neither was 4 on 2! Ring Announcer: Marcus Davis can move to the next cage! SS: Davis pulls Foster onto his back and drills him with the Bonebreaker on the cage floor causing a pop from the crowd as Foster folds up. Metwaro has reversed the tides on Lance Williams and is trying to take him over with a backdrop driver. AD: Don’t let him get you over Williams! Keep fighting! SS: Here comes Marcus Davis.. He and Metwaro pick Williams up… Double High Angle Backdrop Driver on Williams! They put him on the back of his head! While on the second cage, Lance and Max Studd are taking turns putting boots into the other half of Real Xtreme. AD: I hope they're proud of themselves - any two guys can beat up one guy. SS; Davis begins his way up to the fourth cage as Kennedy is catching his breath leaning against the cage. Not able to expend the energy to try and stop Davis from reaching the next level. Ring Announcer: Max Studd can now advance to the next cage! SS: Foster is starting to get back to his feet… Metwaro puts an end to that with a boot to the side of his face. AD: Kennedy has Davis sized up… This is going to be good. SS: Davis ducks the clothesline… He’s firing into Kennedy’s nose with those elbow shots. Those are echoing off the flesh of Kennedy.. A final shot puts Kennedy down! Ring Announcer: Lance Studd can now advance to the next cage! SS: Max Studd begins climbing to the third cage as Lance waits for him to get moving before he can climb. Up in cage three, Kenji Metwaro hits Doug Foster with a hard forearm as he stands back up. Lance Williams also back to his feet. He quickly begins to climb to the fourth cage. AD: Great… Max has made it to the third cage.. SS: Lance, still behind him, begins climbing to the third cage.. James Robinson pulls him down and throws him into the cage wall. On level three, Doug Foster fights back against Kenji by raking his eyes, another short cut by him. AD: On the fourth cage, Davis is battling with Williams… And Williams takes him down to the floor with a body slam. SS: Metwaro clubs Foster in the back knocking him back down… Robinson is giving the boots to Lance Studd on the second cage. I don’t think he enjoyed the PPE he took earlier. AD: I don't think anyone would enjoy being manhandled by those two... well maybe you would, Steph. SS: Umm... anyways... Clyde Kennedy and Lance Williams pull Marcus Davis to his feet and whip him front first into the cage wall causing him to crumble down in pain and exhaustion. Max Studd gets the advantage over Doug Foster sending him down to the steel floor with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He then quickly checks on Metwaro and helps him to his feet. AD: Kennedy and Associates have the advantage with two people in the fourth cage, they’re _so_ close to taking this to the top of the cage and taking their briefcase. SS: Metwaro is sturdy with the help of Max Studd. If you’re just joining us, we're just a little over half an hour into this match and the PPD made a heroic appearance which definitely evened up the sides in this match. And they even took out Cassandra Whitmore. Ring Announcer: Kenji Metwaro can move to the next cage! AD: There is NO WAY that was five minutes! Why is everyone trying to screw Kennedy? SS: Metwaro begins climbing to the fourth cage as Max Studd down in cage three stomps on Doug Foster a couple of more times. Over in cage two, James Robinson pulls Lance Studd back up to his feet and drives his face into the side of the cage. And way at the top, Clyde Kennedy and Lance Williams are putting the boots to Marcus Davis as Metwaro close to the opening for the fourth cage. AD: Lance... Clyde... watch out! SS: This has turned out to be an extremely physical match, I’m not sure how any of them are still able to fight and climb… And Kenji Metwaro has now officially reached the fourth cage. AD: Yes but he’s met by an assault from Kennedy and Williams who are showing him the bottom of their feet. SS: Davis comes from behind and takes out Kennedy’s right knee with a Chop Block! He’s been focused on Kennedy’s knee this whole match. You have to figure it's alot harder to climb with a bad wheel. Kenji Metwaro now with a forearm shot to Lance Williams, hitting him in the face.. two more times… And Davis dropkicks Williams in the side of the face, sending him into the side of the cage! AD: Come on guys! Don’t let this happen. Ring Announcer: James Robinson and Doug Foster can now move to the next cage! SS: Robinson is starting his way up to the third cage, after battering Lance Studd to a pulp.. Max sends Foster into the cage wall back-first one more time. Marcus Davis has Kennedy back to his feet and is stomping away at his right knee, he’s definitely looking to do some damage. AD: Metwaro hits Williams with another one of his Knife Edged Chops.. Those things should be illegal. SS: Robinson is up to the third cage, leaving only Lance Studd on the second. He’s immediately me with a right hand from Max Studd though ..and their exchanging punches in the third cage! This is proof of the bad blood between the two teams! AD: Go Foster go! He’s using the cover Robinson is giving him to climb to the fourth cage. Good strategy from Kennedy and Associates! SS: Kenji Metwaro sends Williams face-first into the cage... wow! His face is pretty scratched up. Almost all of Kenji’s face paint is gone as well.. Davis calls Kenji over… they take Kennedy over with a double Snap Suplex. AD: Doug Foster has made it to the fourth cage! But dammit, Lance Studd begins climbing to the third one. Ring Announcer: Max Studd can advance to the fourth cage! SS: Max Studd drills his knee into Robinson’s stomach… He’s encouraging Lance to hurry up to his level cage so he can advance up himself. AD: Foster ducks under a Davis Spinning Back Kick… He grabs him from behind… Release German Suplex into the cage! Very nice! ****POP!***** SS: Metwaro right on Foster again with a hard forearm… Foster wraps him up and the two tumble to the floor trying to get the advantage over the other! Lance Studd now makes it to the third cage and Max immediately begins climbing to the fourth as Lance clubs James Robinson in his upper back with a forearm. AD: Those Studd’s need to go away, they already ruined Kennedy’s plan. RA: Clyde Kennedy can advance to the top! SS: Kennedy is the first one to gain entry to the top of the cage, he’s fought his way through the cages, but is currently down on the floor of the top-most cage. AD: He won’t be for long, the Tri State Championship means the world to him! SS: Max Studd has reached the fourth cage.. he pulls Foster off Kenji.. and begins pounding into him with right hands… Kennedy is getting to his feet and is telling Williams to cover for him. AD: That's right. Get that strategy right! Thinking like a genuine leader. SS: Lance Williams knees Metwaro in the face as he tries to get back to his feet. He quickly slams Kenji’s face against the cage. Marcus Davis begins to pull himself back up as Clyde Kennedy slowly begins to make his way up the rope to the top of the tower. AD: Climb Kennedy! You’re getting close! SS: Davis back to his feet.. he knocks Kennedy off the rope with a Dropkick to his stomach… Great hang time there from the Tri State Champion! He doesn’t want Kennedy on the top by himself! AD: Why won’t he just quit! He’s just causing himself more pain. SS: The crowd is going crazy as these teams continue to battle. Max Studd slumps Doug Foster over with a hard right. Kenji Metwaro reverses Lance Williams and begins kicking him in the abdomen as he’s pushed up against the cage wall. Ring Announcer: Marcus Davis can advance to the top! SS: There we go, Davis can move up to the top of the Warrior’s Cry! He immediately begins climbing the rope… AD: Clyde Kennedy right behind him! ****HUGE EXPLOSIVE POP!!!**** SS: Williams and Metwaro are only around two minutes away from being able to advance to the top as well. This has definitely gotten interesting! AD: All of that won't mean a lick once Clyde Kennedy gets his hand on his briefcase. SS: Lance Studd and James Robinson continue to trade blows on the third cage.. as Metwaro and Williams do the same on the fourth. Max has Foster down and is trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Marcus Davis reaches the top of his cage, with Clyde Kennedy right behind him. AD: Davis and Kennedy are at the top of the cage… Kennedy has the chance to make Davis take one of the two Warrior’s Cries! I WANT to see Davis bleed tonight. SS: That may just happen, it’s hard to tell at this point… both are slow getting back to their feet. Their bodies have to be racked with pain! AD: That is no excuse for Davis, he’s going to lose because he isn’t on Kennedy’s level. Samantha Bevins isn’t here to help him! SS: Marcus Davis is the first to his feet, his back turned towards Kennedy... who powers to his feet and picks Davis up looking for the Kennedy’s Contraption. AD: YES! YES! The Kennedy's Contraption!!!!! SS: NO! Davis rolls off his shoulders-!! ****POP!!!**** SS: Davis with a left kick to Kennedy’s chest causing the former Tri State Champion to stumble backwards. That kick still has some zip on it, you could hear it pop against Kennedy’s flesh. Ring Announcer: James Robinson can advance! AD: Go Robinson, get to the fourth cage while Lance Studd is still down! SS: Kennedy fires back on Davis with a right hand… Davis with a hard shot to Kennedy’s right knee dropping him back down. Davis follows it with a Double Knife Edged Chop with Kennedy on his knees. Ring Announcer: Lance Williams can move to the top! AD: Alright, go Williams! Get rid of Metwaro and get up there! SS: James Robinson hits Lance Studd with a Knee Lift and begins climbing to the fourth cage. Meanwhile, Kenji Metwaro hits Williams with another forearm that rocks the big guy. Foster runs forward with Max Studd and tosses him with momentum into the cage face first. AD: WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE GET TO THE ROOF AND HELP KENNEDY OUT?!? SS: Kennedy back to his feet takes another kick into his chest from Davis… Davis charges Kennedy… He gets scooped up onto his shoulders… Rolling Fireman’s Carry. That took all of the air out of Davis!! Ring Announcer: Kenji Metwaro can move to the top! SS: Robinson is up to the fourth cage… Kenji meets him with a vicious Lariat that blisters Robinson down. AD: Oh come on now! That was a cheap shot! SS: Williams is starting to make his way up to the top of the cage… Foster gets taken down by a running forearm shot from Metwaro.. He’s on fire!! AD: That means nothing if his team doesn’t get the briefcase.. Williams is already half way up to the top of the cage. SS: Metwaro begins to follow Williams to the top of the cage where Kennedy is choking out Davis. Williams reaches the top of the cage and waits for Metwaro to come through as well before giving him a Big Boot to the face knocking him down. Ring Announcer: Doug Foster can now advance to the top! SS: Foster is trying to get to his feet, he’s taken a great deal of shots.. He’s proving a lot to people tonight. But he needs to get to the top of the cage if he wants to help out his team. AD: He knows what he has to do, I’m sure Kennedy and Whitmore went over strategy with the entire team all week. SS: Kennedy is over near the right briefcase that has a contract for a chance at the Tri State Championship… He’s setting up the ladder… Davis is getting to his feet while Metwaro exchanges blows with Lance Williams again. AD: Foster begins his climb to the top of the cage as Marcus Davis makes his way over to Kennedy, forearming him in his lower back. He pulls him away from the ladder, and hits him with a forearm to his face. Ring Announcer: Lance Studd can now advance to the fourth cage! AD: Studd might as well stay where he is unless he wants to take the Warrior’s Cry tonight. SS: Foster has made it the top of the cage… he’s going straight for his team's ladder. AD: He wants to get the briefcase for Kennedy! SS: Lance Studd is halfway up to the fourth cage as on the roof Kenji Metwaro knocks Williams down with a forearm and makes his way over to Foster as does Davis after stomping Kennedy in his right knee again. Ring Announcer: Max Studd can move to the top! SS: Lance has made it to the fourth level... while his brother is almost to the top of the cage.. and James Robinson is down in the fourth cage! This match is getting hectic… Foster is climbing up the ladder! AD: Yeah, Doug! You can do it! SS: Kenji Metwaro quickly pulls Doug Foster down from the ladder... Foster immediately turns around and Metwaro blows light blue mist into his face. Foster flails around, his eyes burning. He's getting a bit too close to the edge of the cage. AD: That was cheap! You can’t use mist! Foster needs to watch out! SS: Davis is over and just nods at Kenji… Is he really?!!?! 540 KICK!!! AD: OH HELL NO!!!! SS: Davis makes a rotation before jumping into the air, making another rotation. The inside of his foot connects with the blinded Foster’s face who spins in the air... AND FALLS OFF THE CAGE!!!! ********HUGE CROWD OUTROAR!!!!******* Down…. Down…. Down…. ******CRASH!!!!******** SS: OH MY GOODNESS!!! DOUG FOSTER NEEDS HELP!!! HE JUST TOOK THE WARRIOR’S CRY!!! AD: NOOO!! SS: Foster went back first through the thirty feet of stacked tables, the thumbtacks on the last table scattering as he goes through the final table. The medical staff on that side of the ring quickly coming over to move the broken tables so they can check on Foster who is hardly moving. And this crowd is going insane! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! TSW! HOLY SHIT! TSW! HOLY SHIT! TSW! HOLY SHIT! TSW! SS: DOUG FOSTER IS OUT!! AD: KENNEDY CAN’T LIKE THIS!! SS: Kenji Metwaro turns around to be taken down by a clothesline from Kennedy. Davis turns and quickly goes over to fight with Kennedy. Max Studd is up to the top of the cage and is exchanging blows with Lance Williams as Lance Studd is doing the same with James Robinson in the fourth cage. AD: I don't like the odds right now. James Robinson needs to get his up to the roof ASAP! SS: I can’t believe what we just saw, Davis hit his 540 Kick, knocking Doug Foster off the roof of the cage causing him to take the Warrior’s Cry. AD: Revenge will be sweet… Oh THERE WILL BE BLOOD! SS: Max has Williams set up for the PP-DDT… Williams pushing him off… punt to the groin! Max Studd is doubled over in pain.. Now THAT was a cheap shot! AD: Oh and the mist wasn’t!?! Lance Williams puts Max’s head between his legs, and quickly pick him up on his shoulder.. SS: What’s Lance Williams doing?!?! AD: This is going to be awesome! SS: NOOOOOOO!!! AD: YES! YES! YES! SS: Lance Williams sprinting towards the edge of the cage with Max on his shoulders... AND HE THROWS HIM AT THE LAST SECOND WITH A RUNNING POWERBOMB OFF THE CAGE!!!!! Crowd: CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! Down…. Down…. Down…. ******CRASH!!!!******** Crowd: OHHHHHH!! SS: MAX STUDD JUST TOOK THE WARRIOR’S CRY AFTER A RUNNING POWERBOMB!! HE’S NOT MOVING!! KENNEDY AND ASSOCIATES EVENED THE SCORE!!! AD: I’VE NEVER SEEN A GREATER SIGHT!!! SS: The other medical staff now checking on Max Studd who is in pain after going through the thirty feet of stacked tables after falling a good twenty feet, to begin with. Thumbtacks have to be all over his back. On the other end, the medical staff has Doug Foster loaded onto a stretcher and are taking him to the back. AD: I'd hate to be taking that ambulance ride. SS: We have just witnessed two Warrior’s Cries…This match has been brutal… AD: Clyde Kennedy now climbing up his ladder... SS: Yeah but during the past two minutes of carnage, Marcus Davis was able to set up his ladder as well. He starts climbing a few seconds behind Kennedy. Ring Announcer: James Robinson may move to the top of the cage! AD: I’ve never seen so many tables broken on one night, I will admit this match has been a TSWF classic! SS: Kennedy and Davis are climbing up on opposite sides of their ladders to get to their briefcases… Metwaro over… he’s got a hold of Kennedy’s right leg. Kennedy is trying to kick him off… Just listen to this crowd!! ****CROWD ROAR!!!!*** AD: Come on Kennedy get him off! SS: Lance Williams comes over and pushes Metwaro off of Kennedy’s leg, Kennedy is now back first against the ladder looking uncomfortable. AD: Kennedy looking over his shoulder at Davis who is looking back. SS: Davis just flipped the bird at Clyde Kennedy! AD: What’s he doing!?!? SS: Davis jumps off his ladder causing it to fall... he grabs Kennedy by his head, the two swing in the air and Davis drills Kennedy with the Sudden Stop on the cage from half way up the ladder! Crowd: TSW! TSW! TSW! TSW! SS: SUDDEN STOP!!! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!! DAVIS HIT THE SUDDEN STOP FROM LADDER TO LADDER!!! AD: NO!!! HE AND KENNEDY ARE DOWN!! SOMEBODY HELP CLYDE! SS: Lance Studd pulls James Robinson down from the rope and back into the fourth cage. Metwaro hits Williams with a Russian Legsweep on the cage roof. He quickly sets his team's ladder back up. But Williams is back up and on his way to his teams ladder as well. AD: Phew! Come on, Lance! SS: Metwaro and Williams are making their way up their respective ladders towards the brief cases. We have seen all eight wrestlers in this match put their bodies on the line, so much bad blood runs between these two teams! Ring Announcer: Lance Studd can move to the top! AD: Metwaro is a few steps ahead of Williams, he needs to hurry up and ensure Kennedy’s title match! SS: Metwaro has the briefcase! He’s now climbing back down the ladder! If he can reach the ring the Foundation Of Honor team will win this match! AD: Don’t be too hasty... Williams has the briefcase for his team…and now it's a foot race! SS: Lance Studd begins climbing to the top of the cage while James Robinson is down and out. Davis and Kennedy are hardly moving, especially Kennedy. AD: Uh oh! Wake the up, James! SS: Williams and Metwaro are back down to the roof of the cage.. Metwaro takes a briefcase shot to the head. That may have knocked him out! Williams just gave his team the advantage.. But Lance Studd has reached the top of the cage. AD: Look out Williams, that other Studd is still alive! SS: Williams drives the briefcase into Lance’s abdomen… Wait… He’s going for another Running Powerbomb! There's nothing left to break Lance Studd's fall! AD: THAT'S THE POINT! SS: Williams picks up Lance Studd onto his shoulders and lines him up with the pile of broken table and thumbtacks down on the ringside floor. AD: YES! YES! BREAK HIS STINKIN' BACK! SS: NO!! NO!! Williams is going to kill Lance Studd if he does this. Lance already had to see what happen to his brother! AD: Do It Williams!! SS: Oh thank god! Lance Studd slides out of the back of Williams' grasp... Williams turns around taking a kick to the abdomen. Lance pulls Williams between his legs. AD: NO!!!!!! SS: Lance has the tables reversed… PPD Driver on Williams!! Lance Studd had to use all of his strength to hit that Jumping Piledriver! AD: Williams, you disappoint me! SS: Davis is back to his feet, Kennedy is just starting to move.. His nose may just be broken! That was an incredible Sudden Stop. AD: Here comes James Robinson finally.. he’s almost to the top of the cage! SS: Kenji Metwaro begins to stir beside his team's briefcase as Samantha Bevins watches as the medical staff hook Max Studd up to the stretcher and begin to take him to the back. AD: Poor, poor Max Studd. That'll teach him to mess with the best! SS: Lance Studd has his teams briefcase… But here comes Robinson! He meets Studd with another right hand.. Studd drops the case and fires back… Robinson with a knee to Studd… Now takes Studd to the mat with a hard slam… And James Robinson turns straight into a Standing Side Kick from Davis. That was right on the mark! AD: Davis would do something like that! Robinson was on a roll! SS: Davis grabs his team's briefcase…. Kennedy has his team's as well! Like we said before, it's turned into a foot race now. Davis is sliding down the rope to the fourth cage… And Kennedy is right behind him! AD: WHAT THE F! WHY CAN'T THERE BE TWO ROPES! Kennedy's going to move so fast he's bound to get rope burn! SS: I don’t think he cares… Davis just passed the fourth cage with Kennedy right behind him… The crowd is screaming as they continue down towards the ring with their briefcases… Passed the third cage they go! They’re getting closer! AD: Come on Kennedy!!! You got to get past him! SS: Now inside the second cage… they're just fifteen feet away from the ring!! AD: YES! In a last ditch effort Kennedy jumps from the rope about twelve feet in the air.. SS: Davis sees this and jumps down as well a moment after Kennedy... AND BOTH MEN'S FEET HIT THE MAT AT VIRTUALLY THE SAME MOMENT!!! ***DING! DING! DING!*** ***HUGE POP!!!*** AD: OH COME ON! We all saw Kennedy touched first!!! SS: No! Davis did!! AD: Kennedy!! SS: Davis!! Samantha Bevins is back inside the cage and at the side of the ring pointing to Davis frantically. Kennedy limps up to his feet holding up his briefcase up, Davis is up as well holding his. AD: Let's go ref! Give us the decision already! SS: The official taking his time; he knows how important this decision will be to the winner. [The referee looks at Marcus Davis.... then looks at Clyde Kennedy....] SS: Does that mean.... AD: YES! YES! YES! [The referee points at Clyde Kennedy, declaring him the winner.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has stated that Marcus Davis reached the ring mat a half a second too late. Therefore, your winner.... CLYDEEEEEEE KENNNEEEEDYYYYYYYYY!!!! ******MASSSIVE BOOOOOOOOSSSSSS!!!!!*** AD: I CAN NOT BELIEVE IT!! SS Ugh... neither can I!! Marcus and Samantha Bevins now talking to the referee... Kennedy comes up from behind him locking him in the Kennedy’s Contraption! AD: Punish him Kennedy!!! Make him feel the Kennedy’s Contraption! SS: Samantha Bevins is in the ring…. Kennedy lets go of Davis.. and is starring right at Bevins. She’s not backing down an inch. AD: Kennedy has a smirk on his face as he limps, not putting pressure on his right knee, blood still dripping from his nose. SS: Samantha gets into his face. AD: Bevins is insane! Kennedy will put her down in a heartbeat! SS: I believe you, he’s not beneath such an act! AD: Kennedy grabs Samantha by her hair and viciously tosses her backwards into the mat. SS: And turns around to find Davis, who is surprisingly back to his feet right behind him. AD: WHY WON'T HE STAY DOWN! SS: Well for one, I don’t think Davis likes Kennedy… scoops him up… I know what’s coming here! AD: NOOO! Crowd: YEAHHHH!! [Davis jumps into the air spinning... he drops Kennedy directly on the top of his head with a Jumping Spinning Vertical Drop, Split Legged Spike Slam. SS: NIGHTMARE ON DREAM’S STREET!!! Kennedy is unconscious-!! AD: WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE? Stop dickin' around and get your behinds down there and save your boss! [Davis stands over Kennedy with an intense look on his face, breathing heavily and grabbing at his ribs. The referees in the other cages trying to keep the peace as they usher Real Xtreme, Kenji Metwaro and Lance Studd back down to the ring.] ============== [Back to Adam and Stephanie for the wrap-up] AD: Kennedy & Associates are your winners in IMPRESSIVE fashion. SS: Yeah but Clyde Kennedy not looking like much of a winner right now, thanks to that IMPRESSIVE move from Marcus Davis. The medical staff attending to Kennedy while the referees and security make sure nothing else happens as the other members of both teams exit the cage. And while that is happening, I'd like to thank all of you... [Stephanie is interrupted by "The Death March" by Chopin] ***BOOOO!!!*** SS: WHAT'S HE DOING DOWN HERE? AD: Shadoe Rage walking down to the ringside area, says something to the referee and is now telling everyone in the ring to leave the cage. Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen... Shadoe Rage has decided to cash in his title shot and face Marcus Davis... RIGHT NOW! ***HUGE CROWD ROAR!*** SS: I can not believe this. Marcus Davis has just gone through a GRUELING match and now he has to defend his Tri-State title as well. AD: It all makes sense now. Shadoe Rage gave in to Anthony Kutler earlier tonight so that he can save a little bit of himself for this match right here. GENIUS! SS: Samantha Bevins outside of the cage along with Kenji Metwaro and Lance Studd. Meanwhile, Real Xtreme heading to the back with their boss who definitely looks worse for wear. =============================================================== IMPROMPTU TRI-STATE TITLE CHALLENGE SHADOE RAGE v. "THE DREAM" MARCUS DAVIS (c) =============================================================== *DING! DING! DING!* SS: Shadoe Rage grabs a hold of Marcus Davis and nails him with a gut-wrench suplex. Picks up him up once more and whips him hard into the ropes... Davis rebounds and is caught with a big boot. AD: Rage picking Davis up again and goes for a short-arm clothesline... WHAT THE?!? MARCUS DAVIS SOMEHOW COUNTERS WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! SS: I knew there was some fighting spirit left in Marcus Davis. Now a double underhook piledriver from Davis... AD: Rage puts on the brakes though and backdrops Davis... SS: NOT SO FAST! MARCUS DAVIS WITH A SUNSET FLIP! ONE! AD: Shadoe Rage with the shoulder up very quickly. Both men back on their feet and Davis goes for a jumping reverse spin kick... Rage ducks under and just NAILS Davis with a low blow. ***BOOO!!!*** SS: Shadoe Rage now dragging Marcus Davis over to the ropes... grabs a hold of him in a belly to belly.... OH MY! OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX AND MARCUS DAVIS JUST CRASHED BACK-FIRST INTO THE STEEL CAGE WALL! AD: Rage going up top... MOONSAULT TO THE FLOOR! Shadoe Rage quickly on his feet and throws Marcus Davis back into the ring. Goes up top once again... SS: ANGEL OF DEATH DROP!!! AD: SHADOE RAGE WITH THE MOONSAULT INTO AN ELBOW DROP! THE COVER... ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!!! ****HUGE ROUND OF BOOOOOOOOOS!!!!**** *DING! DING! DING!* RA: Your winner.... AND NEWWWWWWWWWW TSWF TRI-STATE CHAMPION.... SHADOEEEEEEEE RAGEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
TSWF_Fedhead Administrator Posts: 164 Registered: Sep 2008    Posted March 24th, 2009 11:00 AM   IP              ============== [Back to Adam and Stephanie for the REAL wrap-up] AD: WOO! I told you Steph... Shadoe Rage has to be THE smartest man in TSWF -- what better way to secure yourself a victory than to pick apart a man who has just gone through a hellish match such as the Warrior's Cry. Honestly, Davis should blame himself for bringing this match to the TSWF in the first place. All it did was cause him to be over-exerted and unable to handle the last minute title challenge from Shadoe Rage. SS: WHAT?!? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF? How can you condone the cowardly actions of Shadoe Rage? A proper challenger would wait until Davis was a hundred percent recovered before going after his title... but then again, Shadoe Rage has NEVER been a proper challenger to anyone since entering TSWF. AD: Well now he's the champion... so you better get used to it. And thanks to the Warrior's Cry match, Clyde Kennedy has earned himself a shot at Rage and the title belt. All in all, it's about to get real DARK here in TSWF... thanks to the Mayor of Rage Country and the NEW Tri-State champion.... Shadoe Rage. Ooo, that sounds so good. SS: Well folks, I guess that's our show for tonight. Like I tried saying before... thank you again for joining us here at Warriors' Cry! We hope you will come back in two weeks where we hope to have results from the first round action of the Frank Marano Tournament as well as the CWC World Tag Title match from their Ascension PPV. AD: WOO! SHADOE RAGE, BABY! [We cut back to the ring once more as Shadoe Rage stands at the top of the entranceway, holding the Tri-State championship in his grasp while Marcus Davis is attended to inside the cage by Samantha Bevins and Kenji Metwaro. Fade out]
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