Post by Sedition: The Rev on Dec 30, 2010 23:54:09 GMT -6
**In a crowded basement, all of the SWA management, officials, superstars and janitorial staff are JOYFULLY **cough cough- insert sarcasm here** celebrating the SWA staff Christmas party. Most everyone looks unimpressed with the buffet of saltine crackers and Cup O' Noodles. Joe Aiello is looking super bummed as he hands in his “drink token” at the bar only to be passed a cup of cherry Kool Aid in a paper cup. Gladiator works behind the bar with a smile on his face and a camoflauge Santa hat on his head.**
GLADIATOR: Merry Christmas, dirt bag. Know your limits and drink responsibly.
**Skippy Mohophosite is unsuccessfully “flirting” with some of the secretaries as they slap him hard across the face. Virgil is the only one on the dance floor as he does the running man to the sweet sounds of Hall and Oates on Rev's playlist. Superstars Chip Pekurny and Duke Wallace are in the middle of a conversation criticizing the lame party.**
DUKE: Who holds a staff Christmas party 4 days after Christmas?
CHIP: Someone who knew they could get all of the party supplies at discount prices during Boxing Week Blowouts.
** Rev turns down the stereo and Virgil frowns as he ceases to do the Running Man. Rev calls for everyone attention.**
REV: Here comes the countdown! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six....
**Everyone in the room except for Rev, Gladiator and a very exciteable Virgil are perplexed with the spontaneous countdown.**
REV: Five, four, three, two, one........ HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
GLADIATOR: Happy New Year!!!!!!!!
VIRGIL: I'm 2 Legit 2 Quit!!!!!
**Rev, Gladiator and Virgil are still the only ones celebrating. Skippy Mohophosite comes up and taps Rev on his shoulder as Gladiator lets loose a bunch of deflated balloons.**
SKIPPY: Sorry to bug you boss... I just thought I should mention that it's not New Years.
REV: Of course it is. The countdown clock just sounded.
SKIPPY: It really isn't the new year. It's still 2 days away. It's not even midnight. Today is January 29th and it's 7:00 PM.
GLADIATOR: Okay smart guy. Care to tell me why the countdown clock just hit zero then?
SKIPPY: You programmed it for the time slot change in Fever's schedule.
GLADIATOR: Fever is on Sunday, dingus. Today is not Sunday.
REV: Yeah it's not Sunday.
**Skippy flashes the cover of TV guide in front of his bosses. On it is a picture of Rev and Gladiator with the words “Sunday Night Fever: The Wednesday Edition underneath. Rev and Gladiator's jaws drop and all the colour drains for their faces as they realize their mistake.**
VIRGIL: Hey, hey, hey! Happy New Year everyone!
REV: Nooooooooo.......
GLADIATOR: ....Nooooooooooooooo......
REV: .......nooooooooooooo.....
GLADIATOR: .......nooooooooo!!!!!!!
VIRGIL: For old acquaintance be forgot..... Lalalalala Auld Lang Syne!!!!
PRESENTS
THE WEDNESDAY EDITION!
Live from
VANCOUVER, BC, CANADA
**The first minute of the show is an awkward one, with only a single camera shot of the impatient fans in the arena booing as none of the staff showed up. Soon panicked crew members start running onto the arena floor. Joe Aiello and Skippy Mohophosite receive a round of applause as they huff and puff their way running down the aisle. They quickly place their headsets on and catch their breath..**
JOE: Whew..... This is the last time I attend an SWA Christmas party.
SKIPPY: Another minute and these fans would have started a riot..
JOE: Well another year of my life has been taken from me by this blasted company. Hard to believe it's the last show of the year.
SKIPPY: Some many memories. Remember that match where....... what's his name.......... made.......... what's his name................ bleed???
JOE: That didn't narrow it down any.
SKIPPY: I forget the matches but I remember every ring girl we've had.
JOE: We don't have ring girls in SWA.
SKIPPY: No, but I see plenty of flashers in the front rows. The memories.
JOE: We have an........ interesting show to say the least tonight. Take a look.
JOE: Before we go to the slopes, we're going to kick things off with the reigning Extreme Combat Champion, Teen Throb, who's scheduled to take on a mystery opponent. We go backstage now to see if we can uncover the identity of the mystery opponent to Teen Throb.
Backstage in the SWA Locker Room, we see The Rev, Gladiator, and Skippy seated at a round table. It's hard to make out what's going on, but one thing is certain. They are discussing some serious business....
REV: Boom! Draw four!
HONG-BO: Darn!
Just then, a knock comes at the door.
GLADIATOR: Who dares interrupt our quarterly game of Uno?
The door creaks open slightly, and the face of WWE legend...um, Superstar...eh, Wrestler...argh...Sedition Custodial Staff member Marty Jannetty pokes through the crack.
REV: What do you want, Jannetty?
GLADIATOR: Yeah, i hope this little interruption is you telling us that you're done sweeping.
Marty: Well, guys, i heard that the jury is still out on Teen Throb's opponent for tonight. Well, it doesn't have to be! Put me in, coach!
REV: Did you just call me Coach?
GLADIATOR: I've heard enough. You are now on bathroom duty as well.
Marty: Well at least let me find the mystery opponent!
REV: You know what Jannetty? That doesn't sound like a bad idea.....
Gladiator huddles in with Rev
GLADIATOR: You trust The Rocker of the Mullet to come up with a suitable opponent?
REV: No. I trust him to come up with any opponent. I forgot to book someone, and I'm guessing you did too.
Gladiator rises up and shakes Marty Jannetty's hand.
GLADIATOR: Show us what you got.
Teen Throb -vs- Mystery Opponent
VIRGIL: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for our first event of the evening! Introducing first, standing at 6'3" inches tall, weighing 210 pounds, hailing from Grand Forks, North Dakota! Please welcome pop sensation and your Extreme Combat Champion, TEEEEEEN THROB!
As the opening harmonies from Watch Out's song Babe You Know You Want Me begin, every man in the arena groans. The girls, at least those under the age of 30 all scream. Teen Throb's pretty ol' face flashes on the big screen and he dances down the aisle in traditional boy band fashion. Once entering the ring Teen Throb lip syncs his own lyrics and swivels his hips to please his fans.
While Teen Throb waits in the ring, Marty Jannetty walks out from the back.
SKIPPY: Oh great, what the heck is Marty Jannetty doing out here?
JOE: Who?
SKIPPY: The guy who sweeps the floors!
JOE: Oh, right.
Marty reaches for Virgil's microphone, and after a brief tug of war, he is able to pull it away.
Marty: Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, i know what you're wondering what i'm doing out here.
One fan shouts "Actually, we aren't!" at Marty.
Marty: Well, i'll tell you, there has been alot of speculation as to who the Mystery Opponent is for Mr. Throb. All i can say is, he's going to shock the world, because he's none other, than the SHOCKMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!
A small pyro explosion goes off, and a shirtless, out of shape Fred Ottman stumbles through the curtain wearing what looks like a glitter-adorned Storm Trooper helmet with the matching cape. He lands face first, and the helmet slightly falls of his head, but he manages to slide it back on before his face is fully revealed.
AIELLO: Oh, god!
VIRGIL: He fell on his arse, he fell flat on his fucking arse!
JOE: Why does Virgil have an english accent all of a sudden?
A confused and flustered Marty Jannetty helps up the fallen Shockmaster and points him toward the ring.
Ottman jogs toward the ring, stopping halfway to catch his breath. Once he reaches the ring, he slides under the ropes and begins to take it to Teen Throb, who was laughing uncontrollably.
SKIPPY: Wow, he actually looks good.
JOE: Well he was a one time WWE Tag Team champion with Earthquake.
SKIPPY: Who?
JOE: The guy who carries Gladiator's bags.
Ottman continus firing off shots, and shoot Teen Throb off into the ropes. Throb ducks a clothesline on the return, and counters in a major way with a huge dropkick. Ottman stands up, and is cracked hard in the adam's apple with a huge left hook. Ottman falls back onto the turnbuckle, and Throb puts his foot to his throat for a standing boot choke. He releases it when the Ref stops counting. Throb signals for his finisher, but then
Marty Jannetty: Watch Out sucks! O-Town rules!
SKIPPY: Did he just...?
JOE: Now he's going to get it.
The color drains from Throb's face. He walks toward the ropes and prepares to exit the ring after Jannetty, who scurries up the ramp like a scalded dog. Meanwhile, a recovered Ottman nails Throb from behind, knocking him through the ropes and to the outside. Ottman begins playing to crowd and signaling for a high risk maneuver!
SKIPPY: He's not going to try what i think he's going to try, is he?
JOE: God, i hope not.
Ottman shoots off to the opposite ring ropes, and on the return, he goes to dive over the ropes for a suicide dive!
......
.......
But doesn't even make it out of the ring.
He lands throat first on the top rope, and goes crashing to the mat. Meanwhile, a recovered Teen Throb slides back in the ring, and nails him with a Twist Of Fate!
JOE: Oh, it's over now!
Throb heads up to the top rope, and nails a picture perfect Pretty Boy Splash! He pins Ottman, hooking both legs
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: Teen Throb
SKIPPY: Well, a gallant effort by the Shockmaster marred by an ill advised attempt at a high risk maneuver. What a bonehead move. Congratulations to Teen Throb.
JOE: Well, he may not have a future on the wrestling side of things, but i'm sure Gladiator and Rev will gladly give him a job here with the rest of the forgotten, obscure former WWF superstars.
SKIPPY: We have obscure WWF Superstars working here?
JOE: The guys who clean up around here.
Meanwhile, Teen Throb makes his way to the back. Marty Jannetty, who was hiding under the ring, slides in to help The Shockmaster to his feet.
SKIPPY: Yeah, this may be the last time you see these guys in a ring.
JOE: Poor Uncle Fred.
JOE: And now to move on, we have two of the fastest rising stars in SWA up next. Hell's Reject pulled off a big win against a trio of opponents at Sadistic Rage, and Branden Harvey pushed the Extreme Combat Champion Teen Throb to the limit. He was so close to dethroning the champ. In his very narrow loss, he did sustain an impaling wound, which I hope he's recovered from. Hard to imagine that he's back at 100% capacity, which he may need to be to get by Reject.
SKIPPY: What's with the big bag in the ring?
JOE: That's a bag of broken glass. Don't you read your program? It's the gimmick of the match.
SKIPPY: That's sick. Should be great for ratings.
Branden Harvey -vs- Hell's Reject
The whole arena turns dark, then huge pyrotechnic explodes at the entrance stage, The song "The Devil" begins to play at the PA and the stage and ramp(side) are now starting to be filled with fire. Then at the middle of fire at the stage, Sinichi appears with in his pure white outfit and begins to walk slowly towards the ring. Upon entered the ring, he will then kneel on his one knee, raises his right open hand, then pulled it down as fire pyrotechnics explodes in the ring post.
"Fuel by Metallica hits the speakers. Suddenly, "Supersonic" Branden Harvey comes riding in on a cable. As he reaches the ring, he does a backflip off the cable and lands in the ring.
JOE: Branden's scar is still visible from the Sadistic Rage match.
SKIPPY: He was impaled on a spike! What do you expect?
Harvey and HR stand in their respective corners as the referee is handed a bag of glass and a step ladder. The referee shows the bag to both men and climbs the step ladder and fastens the bag to the pole. The bell rings before he can get down, Harvey and HR charge towards each other. The collide and fall to the mat, the shaking mat causes the ref to lose his balance and fall off the step ladder.
SKIPPY: Good thing the ladder wasn't too high.
JOE: Yeah. We're two matches in and still no refs injured. This could be an SWA record.
Harvey punches HR in the face and reaches for the step ladder. He pulls himself and folds the step ladder up, swinging it at HR. Harvey manages to hit HR in the back, causing him to stumble into the ropes. Harvey swings again, a loud thud as the ladder connects again. HR slumps against the ropes. Harvey toss the step ladder aside and grabs HR, delivering a reverse DDT. Harvey starts to climb for the bag of glass, but HR is quick to get back to his feet and grabs Harvey by the tights, pulling him off the turnbuckle.
SKIPPY: Ever been beaten by a bag of broken glass, Joe?
JOE: Can't say I have or want to.
SKIPPY: It's a cowardly attitude like that that keeps you out of the ring.
Harvey lands hard on the mat, HR follows up with a few stomps and a elbow drop before Harvey gets back to his feet. Both men lock up, HR wins the battle and whips Harvey into the ropes. Harvey bounces off the ropes and gets hit with a standing dropkick from HR. HR springs back to his feet and rolls out of the ring, routing around under th ring.
HR pulls out a chair and tosses it into the ring. HR climbs back into the ring but is met with a forearm smash from Harvey. HR nails Harvey with a short clothesline and goes for the chair. Harvey grabs him by the ankle and pulls him away. HR manages to grab the chair, swinging as Harvey reaches down. A loud crack and thud is heard as the chair connects with Harvey’s skull. Harvey stumbles back and falls to the mat.
JOE: Oooooo. That may give him enough time to reach that bag of glass.
HR gives Harvey a kick and climbs the turnbuckle, reaching for the bag of glass. The bag hangs just out of reach. Harvey slowly gets to his feet. HR climbs further up the poll.
SKIPPY: almost there.
Harvey grabs HR just as HR manages to grab the bag of glass. Harvey powerbombs HR onto the mat and chair. The bag of glass lands on his chest and breaks open; glass scattering the mat. Harvey starts to pull HR to his feet, but HR grabs a shard of glass, stabbing at Harvey’s Sadistic Rage wound.
JOE: Well if it was healed it's wide open now.
Harvey yells out in pain, holding the wound, blood covering the mat. HR kicks Harvey in the stomach and suplexes him into the pile of glass. Harvey rolls around in pain, glass stuck in his back. HR climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off, hitting Harvey with a splash as he tries to get up. HR makes a quick cover on Harvey. The ref counts.
1..
2..
3
Winner: Hell’s Reject.
JOE: Talk about a dirty move to secure a win.
SKIPPY: Sticking a guy with a shard of broken glass is a dirty move in a Bag of Broken Glass match?
JOE: Sticking into the nearly healed wound from an Impaling match is the dirty part............ Wait a second............. how disgusting are the rules in this company where we can even have a conversation like this?
SKIPPY: That's a question that shouldn't need answering.
JOE: We'll be back after this.
GLADIATOR: Merry Christmas, dirt bag. Know your limits and drink responsibly.
**Skippy Mohophosite is unsuccessfully “flirting” with some of the secretaries as they slap him hard across the face. Virgil is the only one on the dance floor as he does the running man to the sweet sounds of Hall and Oates on Rev's playlist. Superstars Chip Pekurny and Duke Wallace are in the middle of a conversation criticizing the lame party.**
DUKE: Who holds a staff Christmas party 4 days after Christmas?
CHIP: Someone who knew they could get all of the party supplies at discount prices during Boxing Week Blowouts.
** Rev turns down the stereo and Virgil frowns as he ceases to do the Running Man. Rev calls for everyone attention.**
REV: Here comes the countdown! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six....
**Everyone in the room except for Rev, Gladiator and a very exciteable Virgil are perplexed with the spontaneous countdown.**
REV: Five, four, three, two, one........ HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
GLADIATOR: Happy New Year!!!!!!!!
VIRGIL: I'm 2 Legit 2 Quit!!!!!
**Rev, Gladiator and Virgil are still the only ones celebrating. Skippy Mohophosite comes up and taps Rev on his shoulder as Gladiator lets loose a bunch of deflated balloons.**
SKIPPY: Sorry to bug you boss... I just thought I should mention that it's not New Years.
REV: Of course it is. The countdown clock just sounded.
SKIPPY: It really isn't the new year. It's still 2 days away. It's not even midnight. Today is January 29th and it's 7:00 PM.
GLADIATOR: Okay smart guy. Care to tell me why the countdown clock just hit zero then?
SKIPPY: You programmed it for the time slot change in Fever's schedule.
GLADIATOR: Fever is on Sunday, dingus. Today is not Sunday.
REV: Yeah it's not Sunday.
**Skippy flashes the cover of TV guide in front of his bosses. On it is a picture of Rev and Gladiator with the words “Sunday Night Fever: The Wednesday Edition underneath. Rev and Gladiator's jaws drop and all the colour drains for their faces as they realize their mistake.**
VIRGIL: Hey, hey, hey! Happy New Year everyone!
REV: Nooooooooo.......
GLADIATOR: ....Nooooooooooooooo......
REV: .......nooooooooooooo.....
GLADIATOR: .......nooooooooo!!!!!!!
VIRGIL: For old acquaintance be forgot..... Lalalalala Auld Lang Syne!!!!
_________________
PRESENTS
THE WEDNESDAY EDITION!
Live from
VANCOUVER, BC, CANADA
**The first minute of the show is an awkward one, with only a single camera shot of the impatient fans in the arena booing as none of the staff showed up. Soon panicked crew members start running onto the arena floor. Joe Aiello and Skippy Mohophosite receive a round of applause as they huff and puff their way running down the aisle. They quickly place their headsets on and catch their breath..**
JOE: Whew..... This is the last time I attend an SWA Christmas party.
SKIPPY: Another minute and these fans would have started a riot..
JOE: Well another year of my life has been taken from me by this blasted company. Hard to believe it's the last show of the year.
SKIPPY: Some many memories. Remember that match where....... what's his name.......... made.......... what's his name................ bleed???
JOE: That didn't narrow it down any.
SKIPPY: I forget the matches but I remember every ring girl we've had.
JOE: We don't have ring girls in SWA.
SKIPPY: No, but I see plenty of flashers in the front rows. The memories.
JOE: We have an........ interesting show to say the least tonight. Take a look.
------------------------------
MAIN EVENT
BATTLE ON THE SKI SLOPES
LARSEN VAN DER KAMP
-vs-
DR. ROSEN
NON TITLE MATCH
IAN DETORNADO
-vs-
"GERIATRIC" WAYLON HAWTHORNE
BAG OF BROKEN GLASS ON A POLE MATCH
BRANDEN HARVEY
-vs-
HELL'S REJECT
MYSTERY OPPONENT MATCH
TEEN THROB
-vs-
MYSTERY OPPONENT
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MAIN EVENT
BATTLE ON THE SKI SLOPES
LARSEN VAN DER KAMP
-vs-
DR. ROSEN
NON TITLE MATCH
IAN DETORNADO
-vs-
"GERIATRIC" WAYLON HAWTHORNE
BAG OF BROKEN GLASS ON A POLE MATCH
BRANDEN HARVEY
-vs-
HELL'S REJECT
MYSTERY OPPONENT MATCH
TEEN THROB
-vs-
MYSTERY OPPONENT
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JOE: Before we go to the slopes, we're going to kick things off with the reigning Extreme Combat Champion, Teen Throb, who's scheduled to take on a mystery opponent. We go backstage now to see if we can uncover the identity of the mystery opponent to Teen Throb.
____________________
Backstage in the SWA Locker Room, we see The Rev, Gladiator, and Skippy seated at a round table. It's hard to make out what's going on, but one thing is certain. They are discussing some serious business....
REV: Boom! Draw four!
HONG-BO: Darn!
Just then, a knock comes at the door.
GLADIATOR: Who dares interrupt our quarterly game of Uno?
The door creaks open slightly, and the face of WWE legend...um, Superstar...eh, Wrestler...argh...Sedition Custodial Staff member Marty Jannetty pokes through the crack.
REV: What do you want, Jannetty?
GLADIATOR: Yeah, i hope this little interruption is you telling us that you're done sweeping.
Marty: Well, guys, i heard that the jury is still out on Teen Throb's opponent for tonight. Well, it doesn't have to be! Put me in, coach!
REV: Did you just call me Coach?
GLADIATOR: I've heard enough. You are now on bathroom duty as well.
Marty: Well at least let me find the mystery opponent!
REV: You know what Jannetty? That doesn't sound like a bad idea.....
Gladiator huddles in with Rev
GLADIATOR: You trust The Rocker of the Mullet to come up with a suitable opponent?
REV: No. I trust him to come up with any opponent. I forgot to book someone, and I'm guessing you did too.
Gladiator rises up and shakes Marty Jannetty's hand.
GLADIATOR: Show us what you got.
_______________
Teen Throb -vs- Mystery Opponent
VIRGIL: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for our first event of the evening! Introducing first, standing at 6'3" inches tall, weighing 210 pounds, hailing from Grand Forks, North Dakota! Please welcome pop sensation and your Extreme Combat Champion, TEEEEEEN THROB!
As the opening harmonies from Watch Out's song Babe You Know You Want Me begin, every man in the arena groans. The girls, at least those under the age of 30 all scream. Teen Throb's pretty ol' face flashes on the big screen and he dances down the aisle in traditional boy band fashion. Once entering the ring Teen Throb lip syncs his own lyrics and swivels his hips to please his fans.
While Teen Throb waits in the ring, Marty Jannetty walks out from the back.
SKIPPY: Oh great, what the heck is Marty Jannetty doing out here?
JOE: Who?
SKIPPY: The guy who sweeps the floors!
JOE: Oh, right.
Marty reaches for Virgil's microphone, and after a brief tug of war, he is able to pull it away.
Marty: Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, i know what you're wondering what i'm doing out here.
One fan shouts "Actually, we aren't!" at Marty.
Marty: Well, i'll tell you, there has been alot of speculation as to who the Mystery Opponent is for Mr. Throb. All i can say is, he's going to shock the world, because he's none other, than the SHOCKMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!
A small pyro explosion goes off, and a shirtless, out of shape Fred Ottman stumbles through the curtain wearing what looks like a glitter-adorned Storm Trooper helmet with the matching cape. He lands face first, and the helmet slightly falls of his head, but he manages to slide it back on before his face is fully revealed.
AIELLO: Oh, god!
VIRGIL: He fell on his arse, he fell flat on his fucking arse!
JOE: Why does Virgil have an english accent all of a sudden?
A confused and flustered Marty Jannetty helps up the fallen Shockmaster and points him toward the ring.
Ottman jogs toward the ring, stopping halfway to catch his breath. Once he reaches the ring, he slides under the ropes and begins to take it to Teen Throb, who was laughing uncontrollably.
SKIPPY: Wow, he actually looks good.
JOE: Well he was a one time WWE Tag Team champion with Earthquake.
SKIPPY: Who?
JOE: The guy who carries Gladiator's bags.
Ottman continus firing off shots, and shoot Teen Throb off into the ropes. Throb ducks a clothesline on the return, and counters in a major way with a huge dropkick. Ottman stands up, and is cracked hard in the adam's apple with a huge left hook. Ottman falls back onto the turnbuckle, and Throb puts his foot to his throat for a standing boot choke. He releases it when the Ref stops counting. Throb signals for his finisher, but then
Marty Jannetty: Watch Out sucks! O-Town rules!
SKIPPY: Did he just...?
JOE: Now he's going to get it.
The color drains from Throb's face. He walks toward the ropes and prepares to exit the ring after Jannetty, who scurries up the ramp like a scalded dog. Meanwhile, a recovered Ottman nails Throb from behind, knocking him through the ropes and to the outside. Ottman begins playing to crowd and signaling for a high risk maneuver!
SKIPPY: He's not going to try what i think he's going to try, is he?
JOE: God, i hope not.
Ottman shoots off to the opposite ring ropes, and on the return, he goes to dive over the ropes for a suicide dive!
......
.......
But doesn't even make it out of the ring.
He lands throat first on the top rope, and goes crashing to the mat. Meanwhile, a recovered Teen Throb slides back in the ring, and nails him with a Twist Of Fate!
JOE: Oh, it's over now!
Throb heads up to the top rope, and nails a picture perfect Pretty Boy Splash! He pins Ottman, hooking both legs
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: Teen Throb
SKIPPY: Well, a gallant effort by the Shockmaster marred by an ill advised attempt at a high risk maneuver. What a bonehead move. Congratulations to Teen Throb.
JOE: Well, he may not have a future on the wrestling side of things, but i'm sure Gladiator and Rev will gladly give him a job here with the rest of the forgotten, obscure former WWF superstars.
SKIPPY: We have obscure WWF Superstars working here?
JOE: The guys who clean up around here.
Meanwhile, Teen Throb makes his way to the back. Marty Jannetty, who was hiding under the ring, slides in to help The Shockmaster to his feet.
SKIPPY: Yeah, this may be the last time you see these guys in a ring.
JOE: Poor Uncle Fred.
__________________
JOE: And now to move on, we have two of the fastest rising stars in SWA up next. Hell's Reject pulled off a big win against a trio of opponents at Sadistic Rage, and Branden Harvey pushed the Extreme Combat Champion Teen Throb to the limit. He was so close to dethroning the champ. In his very narrow loss, he did sustain an impaling wound, which I hope he's recovered from. Hard to imagine that he's back at 100% capacity, which he may need to be to get by Reject.
SKIPPY: What's with the big bag in the ring?
JOE: That's a bag of broken glass. Don't you read your program? It's the gimmick of the match.
SKIPPY: That's sick. Should be great for ratings.
Branden Harvey -vs- Hell's Reject
The whole arena turns dark, then huge pyrotechnic explodes at the entrance stage, The song "The Devil" begins to play at the PA and the stage and ramp(side) are now starting to be filled with fire. Then at the middle of fire at the stage, Sinichi appears with in his pure white outfit and begins to walk slowly towards the ring. Upon entered the ring, he will then kneel on his one knee, raises his right open hand, then pulled it down as fire pyrotechnics explodes in the ring post.
"Fuel by Metallica hits the speakers. Suddenly, "Supersonic" Branden Harvey comes riding in on a cable. As he reaches the ring, he does a backflip off the cable and lands in the ring.
JOE: Branden's scar is still visible from the Sadistic Rage match.
SKIPPY: He was impaled on a spike! What do you expect?
Harvey and HR stand in their respective corners as the referee is handed a bag of glass and a step ladder. The referee shows the bag to both men and climbs the step ladder and fastens the bag to the pole. The bell rings before he can get down, Harvey and HR charge towards each other. The collide and fall to the mat, the shaking mat causes the ref to lose his balance and fall off the step ladder.
SKIPPY: Good thing the ladder wasn't too high.
JOE: Yeah. We're two matches in and still no refs injured. This could be an SWA record.
Harvey punches HR in the face and reaches for the step ladder. He pulls himself and folds the step ladder up, swinging it at HR. Harvey manages to hit HR in the back, causing him to stumble into the ropes. Harvey swings again, a loud thud as the ladder connects again. HR slumps against the ropes. Harvey toss the step ladder aside and grabs HR, delivering a reverse DDT. Harvey starts to climb for the bag of glass, but HR is quick to get back to his feet and grabs Harvey by the tights, pulling him off the turnbuckle.
SKIPPY: Ever been beaten by a bag of broken glass, Joe?
JOE: Can't say I have or want to.
SKIPPY: It's a cowardly attitude like that that keeps you out of the ring.
Harvey lands hard on the mat, HR follows up with a few stomps and a elbow drop before Harvey gets back to his feet. Both men lock up, HR wins the battle and whips Harvey into the ropes. Harvey bounces off the ropes and gets hit with a standing dropkick from HR. HR springs back to his feet and rolls out of the ring, routing around under th ring.
HR pulls out a chair and tosses it into the ring. HR climbs back into the ring but is met with a forearm smash from Harvey. HR nails Harvey with a short clothesline and goes for the chair. Harvey grabs him by the ankle and pulls him away. HR manages to grab the chair, swinging as Harvey reaches down. A loud crack and thud is heard as the chair connects with Harvey’s skull. Harvey stumbles back and falls to the mat.
JOE: Oooooo. That may give him enough time to reach that bag of glass.
HR gives Harvey a kick and climbs the turnbuckle, reaching for the bag of glass. The bag hangs just out of reach. Harvey slowly gets to his feet. HR climbs further up the poll.
SKIPPY: almost there.
Harvey grabs HR just as HR manages to grab the bag of glass. Harvey powerbombs HR onto the mat and chair. The bag of glass lands on his chest and breaks open; glass scattering the mat. Harvey starts to pull HR to his feet, but HR grabs a shard of glass, stabbing at Harvey’s Sadistic Rage wound.
JOE: Well if it was healed it's wide open now.
Harvey yells out in pain, holding the wound, blood covering the mat. HR kicks Harvey in the stomach and suplexes him into the pile of glass. Harvey rolls around in pain, glass stuck in his back. HR climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off, hitting Harvey with a splash as he tries to get up. HR makes a quick cover on Harvey. The ref counts.
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Winner: Hell’s Reject.
JOE: Talk about a dirty move to secure a win.
SKIPPY: Sticking a guy with a shard of broken glass is a dirty move in a Bag of Broken Glass match?
JOE: Sticking into the nearly healed wound from an Impaling match is the dirty part............ Wait a second............. how disgusting are the rules in this company where we can even have a conversation like this?
SKIPPY: That's a question that shouldn't need answering.
JOE: We'll be back after this.
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TO BE CONTINUED.............
TO BE CONTINUED.............
