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[The ring crew is seen lowering the 15 foot steel cage over the SWP squared
circle. Jean Luc Page enters the arena to watch the event. The camera
catches him walking towards the cage as he begins to speak.]
PAGE: [pacing the ring area and grabbing the steel cage] "Tonight Tuulenux,
we will both be locked into this cage like two animals fighting over a
single piece of meat - the number one contenders slot. Tonight we will throw
one another off this cold steel, bleed, sweat and tear for that number one
slot. Once tonight is over, I will be the number one contender for the SWP
championship come the PPV."
[Page continues to pace the ring area and notices the camera zoomed in on
him. He pauses and flashes a demonic grin into the camera.]
PAGE: [devilish grin] "Hades, enjoy that title for one more week. Come the
PPV, that belt will be mine."
[Page lets out a loud laugh as the camera fades away.]
* * * * *
[The camera is focused on R.J. Sandstrom's stern, serious face. He is at
his desk, leaned forward. There is someone in the chair across the desk
from Sandstrom, but the viewer is unable to see him.]
SANDSTROM: "I'm just saying that there are traditionally two sides in this
business, as I'm sure you're aware. There's the right side and the wrong
side. Someone like Jean-Luc Page, he's on the wrong side. Damian
Ozzbourne? Wrong side again. 'Hardcore' Harlacker-big time wrong side.
The right side? That's me. That could be you. I'm asking you, sir, if you
want to be on the right side. If you do, I can promise rewards. I can
promise advancement. I can promise a lot of good. I just need someone who
I can depend on in times of crisis, and in turn, that person can, rest
assured, depend on me returning the favors."
VOICE: [off camera] "What is it that you need, exactly?"
SANDSTROM: "Jean-Luc Page out of contention for the World Title. I don't
want him to win it. If he loses tonight, you won't have to do much.
However, if he wins tonight, I'll expect you to make it difficult for him
next week."
VOICE: "I can do that."
SANDSTROM: [cracking a wide smile] "Well, m'boy. It seems you understand
the differences between right and wrong. I knew I could depend on you."
[A massive explosion of pyros and sound envelop the Madison Masonic Lodge
Arena as the wild, kinetic drums and guitars of the SWP theme song explode
into action. With each set of riffs, the giant plasmatron screen flashes
different images of SWP action:
An image of Harlacker delivering the Hardcore Death Drop to Oz Walker
Spivey Michaels executes the Spivey Dive through a table
Evan MacEvoy slams Johnny Haaglund to the canvas with earthshaking force
Dorothy bending low in her short, short farmer's daughter dress
Tuulenux takes a baseball bat to the side of the head
Hades flying through the air
Jason Havner and Mike Garvey at the announce table looking scared
Larry Czamura smashing a can of beer on his forehead
Triple J strutting for the crowd
The Harlem Hitman delivers a powerful ax kick to a bent-over opponent
Damian Ozzbourne standing like a statute, staring at the ring
Jean-Luc Page delivering the Canadian Collapse
[A final explosion of pyro at the entrance ramps sends the crowd into a
frenzy, the camera pans around catching signs: "cowboys suck"; "HADES";
"JJJ", a shot of a British Union Jack flag, and a multitude of
green-and-black painted faces and Halloween wigs. A few Canadian flags wave
in the audience and a handful of signs make reference to Damian Ozzbourne.
The camera pans over the announce table where Jason Havner sits sporting the
new SWP Action T-shirt with 'Gorgeous' Mike Garvey sitting next to him
sporting his own T-shirt.]
HAVNER: "We are only ONE WEEK AWAY from the next SWP Pay-Per-View event-
'Wicked Ways' and the excitement is building! Welcome back to the SWP,
ladies and gents, tonight, we fire off the first round of the Midwest Title
Tourney, and then we find out once and for all who the Number One Contender
will be-Jean-Luc Page or Tuulenux? With the winner going on to meet Hades
for the World Title next week!"
GARVEY: "Tuulenux had some pretty strong words for Page last week, and Page
is a man of action. In the cage tonight, the first one to escape will get
his shot at the belt and the man left in the cage will have to hang back and
plot his next maneuver! With the ferocity of these two men, expect someone
to leave bloody."
HAVNER: "With that said, let's just get right into the first match-Johnny
Haaglund meeting Oz Walker in the first match of the eight-man tournament to
decide the next Midwestern Champ!"
[The image of a tornado criss-crosses the plasmatron screen and two letters
appear, "OZ." The high-pitched voices of the munchkin chorus in a singsong
fashion, "We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!"
The curtains part and Dorothy, long, tall, and brunette clad in a short,
tight, blue-checked gingham skirt. Behind her Oz Walker seemingly glides
out in an emerald green robe and green wizard's hat. He is tall, lean, and
his eyes are a reflective shade of green. He holds his arms to his side and
twirls slowly as he walks down to ringside.]
[The arena lights drop to a cool blue swirl. At once, lights and sound
explode as red pyros blast at the top of the stage and Type O Negative's
"Too Late/Frozen" riffs out of the PA. The plasmatron screen flashes a
dragonboat masthead and tall, red letters: The Viking. The crowd explodes
in approval and Johnny Haaglund strides to the top of the ramp with his arms
in the air. He is in his standard red-and-black tights with Nordic
dragonheads on the sides. He is clean-cut and blonde, with perfect teeth
and chiseled muscles. He strides down the ramp confidently, his eyes on the
ring, his teeth set determinedly.]
GARVEY: "Haaglund has that steely glint in his eye. It seems like he's a
little upset. Let's see what he can do in this match up!"
This match is scheduled for one fall and in a single-elimination tournament
bout!
From Minneapolis, Minnsota.
Weighing in at 6'6", 280.
"THE VIKING" JOHNNY HAAGLUND!
Vs.
From Wichita, Kansas.
Weighing in at 6'0", 240.
"THE WIZARD" OZ WALKER with DOROTHY!
Haaglund attacks Walker before the bell.
Haaglund hits Walker with a dropkick.
Haaglund is going for the pin.
Danny Schumacher counts: One, kickout.
HAVNER: "Look at that! Haaglund wasting no time in this match!"
GARVEY: "He's going at him like an animal!"
Haaglund leaves the ring.
He returns with a keyboard.
Haaglund nails Walker with a dropkick.
Haaglund takes a swing at Walker with the keyboard, but he gets out of the
way.
Walker snatches the keyboard from him.
Walker takes a swing at Haaglund with the keyboard, but he gets out of the
way.
Haaglund snatches the keyboard from him.
Haaglund hits him with the keyboard.
Haaglund has the crowd going wild.
Haaglund places Walker on the turnbuckle.
Haaglund executes a superplex on Walker.
The crowd is behind Haaglund all the way.
HAVNER: "A big power move! This crowd is totally behind Johnny Haaglund!"
Haaglund nails Walker with a double underhook suplex.
Haaglund goes for a fallaway slam, but Walker counters it with a forearm
smash.
Walker leaves the ring.
Walker gets a chair.
Walker returns to the ring and sets up the chair.
Walker runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Walker hits spinning headscissors on Haaglund.
Walker hits Haaglund with a handspring elbow.
Walker nails Haaglund with a handspring elbow.
Walker acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Walker puts Haaglund in a spinning toe hold.
Haaglund reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Walker goes for a kick to the thigh, but Haaglund counters it with a dragon
screw.
HAVNER: "Oz Walker finally deciding to get into this match with some
offense!"
GARVEY: "And some pretty good offense, too. Walker's got a nice arsenal."
Haaglund places Walker on the turnbuckle.
Haaglund sets up the chair.
Haaglund hits Walker with a superplex onto the chair.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Haaglund.
HAVNER: "Oh my god! I've never seen Haaglund do anything like that! Walker
looks broken in half! He hit a steel chair from a superplex! Walker's
done!"
GARVEY: "I'd be surprised if that boy's spine is intact!"
Haaglund executes the Valhalla on Walker.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Haaglund goes for the pin.
Danny Schumacher counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Haaglund.
The winner is "The Viking" Johnny Haaglund.
Time of match: 0:01:45
HAVNER: "Johnny Haaglund wasting no time in getting the pin, basically
devastating Oz Walker. Oz is being helped from the ring by officials now."
GARVEY: "He'll want the license plate number of the truck that just ran him
over, for sure."
HAVNER: "Johnny Haaglund just rolled out of the ring and straight into the
back. No celebration, no joviality. He's just gone."
GARVEY: "Man on a mission, Jason. He's got things to do."
[The opening trumpet blasts of the UW-Madison band's rousing version of "On
Wisconsin" elicit a mixed reaction from the partisan crowd. On one hand,
the beat and the soaring brass make them want to polka in the aisles, a
Madison tradition.on the other hand, seeing "Mighty" Evan MacEvoy and Larry
Czamura waltz out make them want to throw beer cups and popcorn.
MacEvoy walks out in faded Green Bay Packer-logo-spotted Zubaz sweats, an
old pair of red-and-white Nike hi-tops, and a stained, sleeveless
sweatshirt. Czamura, equally stained and raggedy, sports black windbreaker
sweats and a filthy, "wife-beater"-style tank top. Czamura is slogging down
the last of a sloppy slice of pizza while MacEvoy polishes off the last of a
can of "Point" beer. The two wipe their mouths on the back of their hands,
slap a high-five, and leap to the ring apron.]
MacEVOY: [producing a stained, but official-looking paper] "Ladies and
Gentlemen.remember last week, when I said I found our loophole? I will now
share with you exactly what that loophole is.I have, right here, for your
viewing pleasure.an official writ of title made out by some fancy-pants
lawyer.to, the SWP.granting, myself, Mr. MacEvoy, and my compadre, Mr.
Czamura, full and legal rights to the SWP Tag-Team Championship belts!"
[MacEvoy holds the paper triumphantly above his head and the audience sounds
out boos and catcalls. Czamura steps in.]
CZAMURA: "Boo all you want, putzes. But, the fact is, our contracts had a
loophole-we were slated to wrestle for the belts in the first
Pay-Per-View.but, due to a lack of viable teams, we were slated for singles
competition in the rumble.Then, our contract simply states that if the
tag-team belts weren't granted to any team by June 15, approximately two
months after we signed the contracts, we would become the champs by default.
It's all nice and legal.Sandstrom! Get my belt out here now!"
[The opening trumpet part from 'Fanfare for the Common Man' sounds and as
the driving bassline kicks in, R.J. Sandstrom appears from the wrestler's
entrance to a loud applause from the crowd. He sweeps down the ramp and
climbs the steps into the ring. As the music dies down, Sandstrom swipes
the paper from MacEvoy's hands and begins to read it. He reads it over for
a very long time.
While he's reading it, a small man in a dark blue suit traipses down the
ramp with a briefcase. He enters the ring and Sandstrom hands him the piece
of paper. The man pulls out copies of MacEvoy and Czamura's contracts, then
reads the paper the Badger Boys brought to the ring. He whispers into
Sandstrom's ear. The crowd is growing restless and a 'Boring' chant is
started. After what seems like an eternity, Sandstrom raises his hands and
waits for the crowd to quiet down.]
SANDSTROM: ".As much as it pains me to say it.Mr. MacEvoy and Mr. Czamura
are one-hundred percent correct.they are, by default, the new SWP Tag-Team
Champions."
[MacEvoy and Czamura begin an ecstatic celebration in the corner of the
ring, hugging each other and slapping backs. Sandstrom drops the microphone
disgustedly, cursing himself for his contractual oversight, and he stalks
out of the ring. Sandstrom's lawyer, still in the ring, opens his briefcase
and produces two belts. They are gold-plated and shiny, the plates set onto
white leather.
Czamura greedily grabs his and holds it aloft to a loud, arena-wide chorus
of boos. MacEvoy does the same in the opposite corner. Their celebration
continues for several moments before they stalk to the back, triumphant in
their "victory."]
GARVEY: "They didn't even have to work for those belts! They were just
given titles by default? Hardly seems like the manly way to take a title."
HAVNER: "I don't think the Badger Boys will mind, Mike."
* * * * *
[Spivey Michaels is gleefully flipping pages in a glossy British motorcycle
magazine, the kind you have to special order to get in America because
pretty much every picture is an image of a topless woman with a dental-floss
g-string riding her derrière draped over a motorcycle and looking at the
camera lustily.
Mr. William Morris comes out of a dressing room door looking frumpy and
preoccupied. When Spivey catches sight of the
accountant-slash-valet-slash-manager, he beckons him over with a crooked
finger.]
MICHAELS: "Hey mate, let me talk to you."
[Morris points at himself and give Michaels a quizzical look.]
MICHAELS: "Yeah, you. The way I see it, you're the brains of the outfit,
right? You make the deals; make sure ol' Jeremy's career stays on the
straight 'n' narrow, right? You don't even have to agree with me because I
can tell a man of substance when I see him.
"Let me swing it plain and simple for you, mate: I can be a good friend,
or a good enemy. It's all up to you, see?"
[Morris crosses his arms and stares hard at Michaels.]
MICHAELS: "Look, before you say no, why don't you hear me out? Why don't
you have a seat? Go on, sit down. I can't bite you, right? Want some
gin?"
[Morris cautiously slides into an empty folding chair across the table from
Michaels. Michaels pours a martini and puts away his motorcycle magazine.]
MICHAELS: "There you go. See? I knew you were a man of refined substance
and reason. You're probably sitting there thinking to yourself, 'Michaels,
you git, why aren't you preparing for your match with Harlacker?'
"That's a good question, one well worth an answer, so I'll give it to you:
I don't need to prepare for Harlacker. Harlacker needs to prepare for me.
That's all there is to it, right? 'Hardcore' Harlacker is about as
hackneyed as I've ever seen. The only thing truly hardcore about 'Hardcore'
is how he uses his spurs-and brother, it ain't on a horse.
"He has never had to face the Buckingham Brawler, the flyer from the isle,
the aerial assassin. He's just used to taking fat guys and busting them
open with boards. Brother-it'll take finesse to take out Spivey.I'll run
Harlacker around the ring like it was a game of tag, then when he collapses
from being out of shape-Spivey Dive, one-two-three.game over, see? And,
when that game is over, I'll be free to assist.wherever that may be.
"Say.your boy Jeremy is up after me, isn't he? That could be a great
benefit into seeing him into the second round of this tournament, eh? A
friend in the back-someone to make sure The Harlem Hitman doesn't get
too.lucky? What would a friend like that be worth? Priceless, I'd
say-wait-where are you going?"
[Morris pushes away from the table and shoots Michaels a sour look. He
storms off without a word.]
MICHAELS: [looking a little hurt] "Good friend, yes sir.or, a good
enemy.choice seems simple to me."
* * * * *
HAVNER: "Next up on tonight's card is Spivey Michaels meeting a man who
would probably much rather be meeting Tuulenux, 'Hardcore' Harlacker!"
GARVEY: "Harlacker and Tuulenux have some really bad blood between them.I
don't think it will be settled soon. There is serious contempt between
those two men."
This match is scheduled for one fall and in a single-elimination tournament
bout!
From Dallas, Texas.
Weighing in at 6'3", 275.
"HARDCORE" HARLACKER with AMIE!
Vs.
From Buckingham, England.
Weighing in at 5'8", 210 lbs.
SPIVEY MICHAELS!
They lock up.
Michaels goes for an octopus hold, but Harlacker counters it with a hiptoss.
In turn, Michaels counters it with a backslide.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Michaels hits Harlacker with a hiptoss.
Michaels locks Harlacker in an octopus hold.
Harlacker is inching his way towards the ropes.
Harlacker is struggling to reach the ropes.
Michaels lets go after 18 seconds.
Michaels hits a knifehand chop on Harlacker.
Michaels puts Harlacker in an octopus hold.
Harlacker is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Harlacker tries to escape the hold.
Harlacker reaches the ropes after being trapped for 22 seconds.
HAVNER: "Early on in the match, Michaels has Harlacker on the defensive,
busting out some very technical holds!"
Michaels whips Harlacker into the ropes.
Harlacker misses with a clothesline.
Michaels misses with a clothesline.
Michaels hits Harlacker with a clothesline.
Michaels leaves the ring.
He returns with a baseball bat.
Michaels takes a swing at Harlacker with the baseball bat, but he gets out
of the way.
Harlacker snatches the baseball bat from him.
Harlacker hits him with the baseball bat.
Harlacker has the crowd going wild.
Eugene Kohler throws the baseball bat out of the ring.
Michaels begs off.
GARVEY: "Harlacker just teed on Michaels like he was Luis Castillo. Good
wood on the ball and whammo!"
Harlacker runs into the ropes.
Harlacker hits a swinging neckbreaker on Michaels.
Harlacker runs into the ropes.
Harlacker misses with a shoulderblock.
Michaels misses with a clothesline.
Harlacker misses with a clothesline.
Michaels and Harlacker get hit with a double clothesline.
GARVEY: "There's a momentum stopper! Both men wreck each other in the neck
and now they're having a hard time finding their feet."
HAVNER: "Though his win column doesn't reflect it, Mike, Spivey Michaels is
a very solid wrestler. I'd be surprised if he is held back for long. He's
never squashed; it's always very competitive when he's in the ring!"
Michaels whips Harlacker into the ropes.
Harlacker hits Michaels with a clothesline.
Harlacker yells, "It's ass-whoopin' time!".
The crowd is behind Harlacker all the way.
Harlacker goes for a bulldog, but Michaels counters it with a back suplex.
Michaels whips Harlacker into the ropes.
Michaels hits Harlacker with a kick.
Michaels hits Harlacker with a mounted punch.
Michaels places Harlacker on the turnbuckle.
Michaels takes Harlacker down with a top-rope Frankensteiner.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, kickout.
HAVNER: "Almost a pin there by Spivey Michaels! Harlacker was taken down
with a picture-perfect hurricanrana-plex!"
Michaels goes for a flying axhandle, but Harlacker counters it with a punch.
Harlacker kicks Michaels.
The chants for Harlacker are deafening.
Harlacker kicks Michaels.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Harlacker.
Harlacker whips Michaels into the ropes, but Michaels reverses it.
Harlacker misses with an elbow.
Michaels nails Harlacker with a chop.
Michaels whips Harlacker into the ropes, but Harlacker reverses it.
Michaels hits Harlacker with a kick.
Michaels executes a handspring moonsault on Harlacker.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, kickout.
HAVNER: "A big moonsault from Michaels! He is lighting it up!"
GARVEY: "Harlacker's a lot slower than the Limey-and Michaels knows it!
Harlacker's got to take the wind out of him and get him off his feet if he
wants this one!"
Michaels runs into the ropes.
Michaels misses with an elbow.
Harlacker hits an elbow to the head on Michaels.
Harlacker yells, "It's ass-whoopin' time!".
The crowd is behind Harlacker all the way.
Harlacker goes for a fallaway slam, but Michaels counters it with a forearm
smash.
Michaels hits a bulldog on Harlacker.
Michaels is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Michaels points to the sky.
Michaels is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Michaels locks Harlacker in a side headlock.
Harlacker is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Harlacker tries to escape the hold.
Harlacker reaches the ropes after being trapped for 9 seconds.
Michaels takes Harlacker down with a bulldog.
Michaels throws Harlacker out of the ring.
Eugene Kohler counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
Harlacker reenters the ring.
GARVEY: "See that? That's what we like to call, asserting yourself.
Michaels is controlling this match up!"
Michaels whips Harlacker into the ropes.
Harlacker misses with an elbow.
Michaels takes Harlacker down with a chop.
Michaels chops Harlacker.
Michaels is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Michaels hits Harlacker.
Michaels goes for a forearm to the back, but Harlacker side-steps and
Michaels only hits air.
The chants for Harlacker are deafening.
Michaels begs off.
Harlacker whips Michaels into the ropes.
Harlacker misses with a clothesline.
Harlacker hits Michaels with a kick.
Harlacker goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Michaels blocks it.
Michaels attempts to place Harlacker on the turnbuckle, but Harlacker blocks
it.
Michaels takes Harlacker down with a knifehand chop.
Michaels hits Harlacker.
Michaels further incites the crowd.
Michaels punches Harlacker.
Michaels is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Michaels leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Michaels runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Michaels hits a clothesline on Harlacker.
Michaels hits Harlacker with a DDT.
Michaels is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Michaels gives the sign for the Spivey Dive.
Michaels places Harlacker on the turnbuckle.
Michaels executes the Spivey Dive on Harlacker.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
HAVNER: "Harlacker just barely able to kick out-Spivey Michaels almost
scored the upset victory!"
Michaels runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Michaels uses a flying side kick on Harlacker.
Michaels places Harlacker on the turnbuckle.
Michaels hits Harlacker with a top-rope Frankensteiner.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Michaels attempts to place Harlacker on the turnbuckle, but Harlacker blocks
it.
Michaels throws Harlacker out of the ring.
Eugene Kohler counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
Harlacker reenters the ring.
Michaels chops Harlacker.
Michaels further incites the crowd.
Michaels chops Harlacker.
Michaels punches Harlacker.
Michaels further incites the crowd.
Michaels nails Harlacker with a chop.
Michaels goes for a springboard somersault dropkick, but Harlacker blocks
it.
HAVNER: "This is it! Harlacker was looking for an opening and now he has
it! He's got Spivey by the feet-Spivey is trying to beg his way out of the
hold!"
Harlacker hits Michaels with a slingshot.
Harlacker gives the sign for the Hardcore Death Drop.
Harlacker places Michaels on the turnbuckle.
Harlacker executes the Hardcore Death Drop on Michaels.
The chants for Harlacker are deafening.
Harlacker goes for the pin.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, three.
The chants for Harlacker are deafening.
The winner is "Hardcore" Harlacker.
Time of match: 0:06:29
HAVNER: "And Harlacker advances to face Johnny Haaglund next week at the
PPV!"
GARVEY: "Gotta give Harlacker credit. The size and strength were what saved
him because Michaels had just run him ragged!"
HAVNER: "We'll get onto our next match-up shortly, but I'm told we have a
special message from the World Title Holder, Hades!"
* * * * *
[Hades still hasn't adjusted to Southern Wisconsin. The weather is strange
and variable, there is nothing to do and the people are so.friendly. He
tries so hard to make this place his own, just like he did Southern
Wisconsin Pro.
It is nighttime as Hades walks through the forest. It's a full moon. There
are crickets chirping, owls hooting, and wolves howling. Leaves rustle as he
walks slowly through the forest. He grabs branches and snatches them off the
tree with ease.
Hades stops and looks up at the sky. He takes a deep breath and then,
silence. The camera zooms in closer, shining its light on Hades that reveals
that he has the SWP World Champion belt draped across his shoulder. His
black t-shirt has a hole towards the bottom, probably got caught by some
badly placed branch. A black Yankees baseball cap rests low over his head,
covering his eyes and most of his face. He begins to speak.]
HADES: "I'm not going to make excuses. A loss is a loss. You take that in
hand just like the bottle of alcohol you take to wash it away for a little
while. Last week, Jean Luc Page and I lost to Tuulenux and Damian Ozzbourne.
I wasn't the man to be pinned but that doesn't matter. You fight like a man
and you protect your team. This match wasn't for the World Title or any
physical trophy, but the scar will stay, mentally.
"I don't fight with teams. I fight how I live, alone. I won the SWP World
Title by fighting, alone. In two weeks at the PPV, I will defend this title,
alone. I'll leave the tag team wrestling to the Badger Boys from now on,
thank you.
"This week Tuulenux and Jean Luc Page will fight in a #1 contender's match
and a shot at the SWP World Title. Either man I could care less about. Both
men will have to fight hard next week in order to be 'worthy' enough to face
me.
"I look at this whole situation like a dinner table. Tuulenux and Jean Luc
Page are the two hungry children. Yet only one of them will get to feed on
the piece of meat.the SWP World Title. So they work hard, and they compete,
so that one day, they might get a chance to feed on this here meat. But once
they do that they will have to have me, the hard working Father who has
already been feeding on this meat for sometime now.
"The small child can only hope that he has trained hard enough to defeat the
Dad so that he might be able to taste the meat, but the Dad.He has been eati
ng far too long now. He can't let the child eat the food he has worked so
hard for. So they fight, with one, only one becoming the victor.
"But when the fighting is all said and done I will be the one with the
victory. with the meat... and all you will have is an old fashioned beatdown
courtesy Hades.
[Fade to black as the leaves rustle from Hades walking through the forest.]
* * * * *
GARVEY: "And this porridge is too hot."
HAVNER: "Be nice, Mike.The World Champ looks to hold onto his belt, ladies
and gentlemen. Later tonight, we'll get to see who gets to be the first to
try to take it from him!"
[The camera cuts away from the arena suddenly--Triple J stalks his way
through the back hallway of the arena. He is staring at the ground, blue
eyes focused in a quiet determination. He walks briskly, a man on a
mission. A sound snaps him from his trance and he stops. The camera
swivels back to look over Triple J's left shoulder down a dark hallway.
Sitting on an overturned vegetable crate, wiping the sweat from his head
with a towel, Spivey Michaels spots Triple J, cracks a crooked smile, and
raises a hand covered with fingerless shootfighter gloves. He rubs his
fingers and his thumb together and nods slowly.
Triple J shakes his head, quickly refocusing his gaze and he continues his
pace to the ring.]
* * * * *
HAVNER: "Triple J versus The Harlem Hitman, next!"
This next match is scheduled for one fall.and is a single-elimination
tournament bout!
From Hollywood, California.
Weighing in at 5'10", 200.
"TRIPLE J" JEREMY JASPER JENKINS with MR. WILLIAM MORRIS!
Vs.
From Harlem, New York.
Weighing in at 5'11", 254.
THE HARLEM HITMAN!
They lock up.
Triple J hits Hitman with a dropkick to the knee.
Triple J whips Hitman into the ropes, but Hitman reverses it.
Triple J goes for a back heel kick, but Hitman counters it with a legsweep.
Triple J takes Hitman down with a roundhouse kick.
The crowd is cheering on Triple J.
HAVNER: "Triple J is looking good tonight!"
GARVEY: "He's focused. What's the deal between him and Michaels, though?"
Triple J takes Hitman down with a flying bulldog.
Triple J hits a dropkick to the back of the head on Hitman.
Triple J leaves the ring.
He returns with a Martini Glass.
Triple J hits him with the Martini Glass.
The crowd is cheering on Triple J.
Eugene Kohler throws the Martini Glass out of the ring.
Triple J whips Hitman into the turnbuckle.
Triple J runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Triple J punches Hitman.
Triple J is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Triple J chops Hitman.
Hitman kicks Triple J.
Hitman is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Hitman hits Triple J.
Hitman is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Hitman punches Triple J.
Hitman uses a full nelson slam on Triple J.
Hitman gets a choke against the ropes on Triple J.
Eugene Kohler warns Hitman to let go.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, three, four.
Hitman goes for a fireman's carry into a flapjack, but Triple J blocks it.
HAVNER: "The Harlem Hitman has it all over Triple J in sheer aggressiveness
and size! Triple J needs to stick to the technical wrestling!"
Triple J hits Hitman.
A small "Triple J" chant is being started.
Triple J chops Hitman.
Hitman punches Triple J.
Hitman further incites the crowd.
Triple J hits Hitman.
The crowd is cheering on Triple J.
Triple J punches Hitman.
The crowd is cheering on Triple J.
GARVEY: "This crowd just loves Triple J!"
Hitman hits Triple J.
Hitman is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Hitman chops Triple J.
Hitman is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Hitman hits Triple J.
Hitman is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Hitman executes an eye gouge on Triple J.
Hitman takes Triple J down with a kick to the groin.
GARVEY: "That's street tactics, there, baby! A man is your enemy! Nothing
is sacred!"
Hitman whips Triple J into the ropes, but Triple J reverses it.
Hitman nails Triple J with a flying forearm.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, kickout.
Hitman takes Triple J down with a series of forearm smashes.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hitman takes Triple J down with a series of jabs.
Hitman hits a backdrop on Triple J.
Triple J begs off.
Hitman uses a roundhouse right on Triple J.
Hitman leaves the ring.
He returns with the ring bell.
Hitman hits him with the ring bell.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Triple J begs off.
Hitman chokes him with the ring bell.
Hitman runs into the ropes.
Hitman hits Triple J with an elbow.
Hitman goes for a headlock takedown, but Triple J counters it with a back
suplex.
Triple J goes for an arm grapevine, but Hitman blocks it.
Hitman takes Triple J down with a spear.
Hitman executes a series of headbutts to the head on Triple J.
Hitman hits him with the ring bell.
Hitman leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Hitman sets up the chair.
Hitman nails Triple J with a piledriver onto the chair.
Triple J is busted wide open.
HAVNER: "Vicious! Simply vicious! A full, sit-down piledriver onto a metal
chair! Triple J's head caught an edge and he is bloodied!"
Hitman executes a fallaway slam on Triple J.
Hitman goes for a roundhouse right, but Triple J counters it with a punch.
Triple J uses a double-axhandle chop on Hitman.
Hitman executes a series of slaps on Triple J.
Hitman hits a fireman's carry into a flapjack on Triple J.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Triple J is bleeding like crazy.
Spivey Michaels comes to ringside.
GARVEY: "It's Michaels! Here's the 'protection' Triple J ordered!"
Hitman hits him with the ring bell.
Hitman further incites the crowd.
Triple J begs off.
Hitman goes for a roundhouse punch, but Spivey Michaels grabs his hand.
Hitman tries to grab Michaels.
HAVNER: "Hitman is distracted by Spivey Michaels! Hitman was about to
clobber Triple J, but Michaels stopped him! Now, Hitman's back is to Triple
J!"
GARVEY: "Remember the man in the ring! The man in the ring!"
Triple J hits Hitman with a dropkick to the back.
Triple J hits a headsmash into the turnbuckle on Hitman.
Triple J hits Hitman with a clothesline.
Triple J executes the Blacklister on Hitman.
The crowd is cheering on Triple J.
Triple J goes for the pin.
Eugene Kohler counts: One, two, three.
Triple J is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
The winner is Triple J.
Time of match: 0:05:09
HAVNER: "Triple J, with a little help from Spivey Michaels, defeats the
Harlem Hitman to advance in the Midwest Title Tourney! Now, our next match
will dictate who Michaels will face in the ring! 'Cowboy' Kirk Collins or
newcomer Frank Maddox!"
[The lights in the arena suddenly go black. Only the plasmatron screen is
still lit. On the near-black screen, in the lower right hand corner,
letters get lit up like a car's passing headlights: MADDOX.
[Cut in from previous scene.]
Chicago, IL
9:22am
-Frank: WHAT! ARE YOU CRAZY! YOU'RE INSANE!
-Man: No, I'm your agent. And as your agent, I'm entitled to sixty-five
percent of your earnings.
-Frank: HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE OFF NINETY DOLLARS A WEEK!
[ Swoosh. The camera angle-zooms from black to reveal a heated dispute
between Frank Maddox and somebody whose suit is worth more than anything
Maddox owns. ]
-Man: I'm also letting you sleep in my gym, so you're lucky I'm not
charging you rent. Besides, you should be grateful. If it weren't for my
deep rooted connections in the wrestling industry, a no-name like yourself
would never have been accepted into an organization that doesn't hold their
shows in some kid's backyard.
[Enter a musty gym, the size of a small warehouse. On one side of the gym
are various exercise equipment, all of which are either out of date or
broken entirely. On the other side is a makeshift wrestling ring,
constructed with four metal poles, cheap plywood and desperately worn out
rope. The gym looks as if it hasn't been actively used in over twenty
years. ]
[ Cut over to Frank Maddox and his agent, Tony Soriconi. Tony is sitting at
his desk near the wrestling ring. Frank is standing, furious with his
agent. ]
[When we saw Frank in his video on SWP Action, he was a clean-cut police
officer doing his best to keep the streets safe. That ended. Two years in
the gutter has turned him into an agitated shell of a man. He hasn't shaven
in two weeks, and hasn't had a fresh change of clothes in half that time.
Now days the only thing that motivates him is his endless stream of anger.
Hitting rock bottom can do that to you. Angry at the world and everything
that inhabits it; is this what God intended? Sacrafice yourself to clean
society and by the time you hit 30 you'll be living in an abandoned
warehouse taking orders from some grease ball felon who steals three times
more than what he earns legally.
But maybe this is God's intention. This grease ball felon landed Frank in
an organization that pays him CASH to wrestle, as opposed to food. And with
a little luck, this could be his big break.]
-Tony: Think about it Frank! You saw how I that cut last hit the fans!
Hell, I was even able to sneak you in past the guards so you could bust up a
few faces in the ring! Everybody saw what you did to that Hardcore
Hatdigger chump.
-Frank: SIXTY FIVE PERCENT YOU JACKASS!
-Tony: Get over it! I got some good news for you pal--calm yourself for a
minute.
[ Frank stands still. ]
-Tony: I was able to pull a couple strings with the big guys in Wisconsin.
I got you a spot in the Tournament.
-Frank: You're kidding!
-Tony: Not for a second. There's this guy named Damian or something, I
think Ozzy Osbourne.. no Damian something. Anyway, he got hurt or something.
He's not going to be there. You're going to be up against Cowboy Kirk. He
was in the ring while you were trying to tear Hardiggers ankle off.
-Frank: What do you know about him?
-Tony: (laughs) Not a damn thing.
-Frank: Jesus Christ you ask for sixty five percent and you can't even
figure out what I'm up against.
-Tony: HEY! I'm the one doing all the work in this operation! You know
how much trouble I went through just to get you where you are today!? It
took hours of negotiating to finally come to an agreement!
[Flashback to the first contact between SWP and Tony Suriconi.]
**Ring**Ring**Ring**
Tony: Yeah.
SWP: This is the SWP calling regarding the application of Frank Maddox.
We've booked him for a try-out match.
Tony: Okay thanks bye.
SWP: Wait! Don't you even want to know the date?
Tony: Yeah sure.
SWP: It's on the 13th; he's booked against Scott Douglas. We'll have all
the details mailed to...
Tony: Yeah thanks.
*** Tony hangs up.
[Return to warehouse. ]
-Tony: They didn't even want you for more than one match at first! But I
talked them into a two-year contract!
-Frank: Where is this contract! I'm supposed to sign it, you're full of
sh_t.
-Tony: I already told you, it's back at my place somewhere. Who cares
about that anyway. You need to start training for your big match, champ.
[Frank crosses his arms and smirks. He's settled down a bit within the past
minute. Mood swings are ordinary for him; heavy drinking sometimes gets
people like that. ]
-Frank: I'm not training for a damn wrestling match. I don't have to.
-Tony: This isn't another high school you're booked at. I got you in an
arena on cable access television. You should at least try; otherwise this
guy is going to tear you to shreds.
-Frank: Give me a break. These pro wrestlers are a joke compared to some
of the criminals I've taken out. Remember the last guy you booked me
against?
-Tony: Hey, El Gringo Mexicano was a last minute replacement. You know
that your scheduled opponent didn't show. Besides, they kicked you off the
force over two years ago. You think you're in half the shape you were in
back then? Hell, look at you.
[A moment passes by. Both men look at each other directly in the eyes.
Friction is intense. ]
-Tony: You look god damn pathetic.
[We take a moment to catch a directorial close-up of Frank's eyeballs
directly after this comment was made. It's a world record, white to
bloodshot in less than five seconds. Luckily, Frank's drinking habit hasn't
effected his decision making process. He turns around non-chalant and
approaches the 100-pound punching bag hanging from a lowered section of the
ceiling, on the other side of the room. Without warning he start blazing
punches, bare-fisted at the punching bag, landing close to two power-swings
a second.
The only reason he's not a boxer is because he lost his license. Frank had
a pretty good record going for him, competing in some Chicago-land
tournaments and maintaining a 13-2 record with 12 KOs. One storming Sunday
night ended all of that. He kicked an opponent in the head after the fourth
round. Rat bastard gave him a low blow.]
[The camera returns focus on Tony, who is preparing to leave his
warehouse. ]
-Tony: I'm leaving all the details about your match on my desk, I got some
real business to take care of. I want you in tip-top shape by next week!
If you screw this one up, your career is over, and you'll be back in the
fish factory before you know what hits you.
Frank mutters something under his breath - -"Anything would be better than
this you greasy son of a bitch."
[Tony slams the door. Frank punches the bag. End of scene. ]
* * * * *
HAVNER: "Maddox is a man with a past, and one he's probably anxious to
forget. He had a dramatic entrance last week, coming to the aid of Johnny
Haaglund and I believe that he probably made an enemy in 'Hardcore'
Harlacker."
GARVEY: "That ain't hard to do. However, he will have to get past the
behemoth Kirk Collins if he wants to move to the next round. Collins is
simply massive. Maddox is a flyspeck in comparison. But, if there's one
thing I know for certain: big don't mean squat if you lose your legs."
This next match is scheduled for one fall.and is a single elimination
tournament match.
From Dallas, Texas.
Weighing in at 6'6", 300.
"COWBOY" KIRK COLLINS!
Vs
From Chicago, Illinois.
Weighing in at 6'2", 235.
FRANK MADDOX!
They lock up.
Maddox punches Collins.
The crowd is cheering on Maddox.
Maddox punches Collins.
The crowd is really behind Maddox.
Collins hits Maddox.
Collins hits Maddox.
Collins kicks Maddox.
A fan at ringside badmouths Collins.
Maddox chops Collins.
There are lots of chants for Maddox.
Maddox kicks Collins.
Maddox uses a belly-to-belly suplex on Collins.
Maddox executes the Give the Hell Up on Collins.
HAVNER: "There it is! The ankle-lock submission! Maddox is wasting no time
here in this match!"
GARVEY: "He looks out for blood, Havner. Collins is going to have his hands
full!"
Collins is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Collins is writhing in pain.
Bobby Jacks tells Collins to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Collins nods.
Collins summons one last burst of energy.
Bobby Jacks asks Collins if he should stop the fight.
Collins shakes his head.
Bobby Jacks asks Collins if he should stop the fight.
Collins shakes his head.
Bobby Jacks checks Collins's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it stays up !
Collins fights his way out of the hold after 38 seconds.
HAVNER: "Collins probably feels like he has a broken ankle!"
GARVEY: "He's limping, but he's a tough old bastard. It'll take more than a
little ankle lock to put him down!"
Maddox hits Collins with a kick.
Maddox uses an uppercut on Collins.
Maddox hits a series of forearm smashes on Collins.
Maddox has the crowd going wild.
Maddox goes for a kick to the thigh, but Collins counters it with a dragon
screw.
Collins throws Maddox out of the ring.
Collins goes for a baseball slide, but Maddox moves out of the way.
Maddox reenters the ring.
Collins follows him back in.
Maddox nails Collins with an overhead head and arm suplex.
HAVNER: "Textbook suplex! That's one of the moves Maddox uses to break
opponents to the mat for submission moves! The man is a clinician when it
comes to submission holds!"
GARVEY: "I told you before it started-this match was all going to depend on
Collins's ability to stay on his feet-when he's on the mat, those long limbs
of his are just targets, not weapons!"
Maddox gets a camel clutch on Collins.
Collins is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Collins reaches the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
Maddox hits a Russian legsweep on Collins.
Maddox whips Collins into the ropes, but Collins reverses it.
Maddox hits Collins with a clothesline.
Maddox locks Collins in a sleeperhold.
Collins reaches the ropes after being trapped for 9 seconds.
HAVNER: "The repeated submission holds are going to break down Collins!"
GARVEY: "If Maddox is able to take away his air, his ankle, the use of an
arm, there's no way the big cowboy can pull it out."
Maddox takes Collins down with an elbow to the head.
Maddox runs into the ropes.
Collins misses with a clothesline.
Maddox hits Collins with a kick.
Maddox is going for the pin.
Bobby Jacks counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Maddox goes for a clothesline, but Collins counters it with a Gorilla Press.
Collins nails Maddox with an inverted DDT.
Collins uses a back elbow on Maddox.
Collins leaves the ring.
He returns with a keyboard.
Collins executes a clothesline on Maddox.
Collins hits him with the keyboard.
Collins is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Bobby Jacks throws the keyboard out of the ring.
HAVNER: "Collins clocked Maddox with the keyboard!"
GARVEY: "I think Collins is getting frustrated!"
Collins runs into the ropes.
Collins hits Maddox with a kick.
Collins runs into the ropes.
Collins hits Maddox with a kick.
Collins runs into the ropes.
Collins hits Maddox with a kick.
Collins goes for a backdrop, but Maddox blocks it.
Maddox nails Collins with a football tackle.
Maddox hits a clothesline on Collins.
Maddox is going for the pin.
Bobby Jacks counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Maddox whips Collins into the turnbuckle.
Maddox charges into the corner, but Collins moves out of the way.
Collins goes for a go-behind, but Maddox counters it with a backward kick.
Maddox punches Collins.
Maddox has the crowd going wild.
Maddox hits Collins.
Maddox runs into the ropes.
Maddox hits Collins with a shoulderblock.
Maddox executes the Give the Hell Up on Collins.
HAVNER: "The ankle-lock! The second time he's had the ankle-lock on
Collins!"
GARVEY: "I'll be surprised if that boy can walk after this!"
Collins is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Collins is inching his way towards the ropes.
Collins tries to fight the pain.
Collins tries to escape the hold.
Collins is barely hanging in there.
Bobby Jacks checks Collins's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it stays up !
Collins fights his way out of the hold after 39 seconds.
HAVNER: "A valiant effort to escape from Collins!"
Collins whips Maddox into the ropes.
Collins hits Maddox with a backdrop.
Collins uses a thumb to the eye on Maddox.
Collins uses an inverted DDT on Maddox.
Collins further incites the crowd.
Collins runs into the ropes.
Collins goes for a clothesline, but Maddox ducks out of the way.
Maddox goes for a series of forearm smashes, but Collins ducks out of the
way.
Collins attempts to place Maddox on the turnbuckle, but Maddox blocks it.
Collins goes for a choke slam, but Maddox blocks it.
Maddox goes for an armdrag takedown, but Collins counters it with a
backslide.
Bobby Jacks counts: One, two, kickout.
HAVNER: "A good display of technical skill from both men. Back-and-forth
wrestling-that only comes from experience."
Collins whips Maddox into the ropes.
Maddox misses with a kick.
Collins misses with an elbow.
Collins uses a choke slam on Maddox.
Collins goes for a forearm choke, but Maddox blocks it.
Maddox hits Collins with an overhead head and arm suplex.
The chants for Maddox are deafening.
Maddox puts Collins in a camel clutch.
Collins is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Collins reaches the ropes after being trapped for 25 seconds.
GARVEY: "Collins looks beaten. He's sweating, he is in considerable pain!"
Maddox executes the Give the Hell Up on Collins.
HAVNER: "The ankle-lock, third time! Collins is in the middle of the
ring-the ropes won't be able to save him!"
GARVEY: "If Collins has anything left, he's gotta use it now!"
Collins is inching his way towards the ropes.
Collins is writhing in pain.
Collins tries to break the hold.
Collins is paralyzed by pain.
Bobby Jacks asks Collins if he submits.
Collins submits after 33 seconds.
The crowd erupts.
The winner is Frank Maddox!
Time of match: 0:07:07
HAVNER: "It's over! Maddox wins! The crowd is completely behind this man!
Maddox isn't waiting around for Collins to get to his feet. He left the
ring and bolted over the guardrail, wading through the crowd!"
GARVEY: "Just as well. Once Collins is on his feet, I don't believe Maddox
will want to be anywhere nearby."
HAVNER: "The second-round brackets are now set for next week's pay-per-view:
Haaglund will meet Harlacker, and Maddox will test his submission style
against an aerialist, Triple J!"
GARVEY: "They should be good matches-especially that Haaglund-Harlacker
bout. Those two big men will definitely come out swinging-it should be
back-and-forth. That match will be so close, I won't even call it now."
HAVNER: "With those matches out of the way, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like
to call your attention to the structure being lowered over the ring! A
massive steel cage. This twenty-foot high structure guards the ring and
allows two combatants inside the change to use the steel walls as a weapon.
These matches are often horrific in their brutality!"
GARVEY: "Jean-Luc Page, angry at being ranked number two, and Tuulenux-the
number one contender for the world title-will meet in this steel cage and
slug it out once and for all to see who advances to the World Title match
against Hades next week at 'Wicked Ways.' There are two ways to win. Climb
over the top, twenty-feet in the air, and be the first to touch the mat. Or
climb through the door-which has a tendency of being slammed shut on people'
s noggins."
HAVNER: "The steel cage match is next!"
[Jean Luc Page runs out from the back, catching the AV and pyro road crew
off guard. Page enters the ring and grabs a microphone from the ring
announcer. He climbs to the top of the cage and the crowd begins to boo
him. Page shouts into the microphone.]
PAGE: [at the top of the cage] "Tuulenux, tonight this is my night! It's my
night to take this number one contender slot and face Hades at the PPV. Get
down here to get your beating!"
[Page hops down off the cage and waits for Tuulenux. The crowd boos until
Tuulenux appears at the top of the ramp. The boos have turned to cheers.]
[Lust Poison #9, a dark, industrial tune hits the arena. There is a loud,
green colored explosion at the top of the aisleway. When the green smoke
clears, Tuulenux is standing there with Darkmoon close by. Tuulenux tips his
hat and heads toward the ring. The faster portion of the music hits as
Tuulenux reaches the ring. Tuulenux hands hat and trenchcoat to Darkmoon and
slides into the ring.]
GARVEY: "Is it just me or is Tuulenux smiling?"
This next match will have no time limit and is scheduled for one fall.
This next match will be held in a steel cage and is to determine the NUMBER
ONE CONTENDER!
From Montreal, Canada.
Weighing in at 6'2", 235.
The challenger.
JEAN-LUC PAGE!
Vs
From Constantia, Romania.
Weighing in at 6'2", 239.
The current SWP NUMBER ONE CONTENDER.
TUULENUX with DARKMOON!
They lock up.
Tuulenux hits an enzuigiri to the face on Page.
Tuulenux goes for an over-the-shoulder stomachbreaker, but Page counters it
with a sunset flip.
Page climbs halfway up the cage.
Page hits a flying cross body press on Tuulenux.
Page is starting to get more cheers than boos.
HAVNER: "Page shows he's not afraid of heights! He goes right after
Tuulenux with the big moves!"
Page takes Tuulenux down with an armbar takedown.
Page goes for a knifehand chop, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux hits Page.
A portion of the crowd is booing Tuulenux.
Tuulenux punches Page.
Page punches Tuulenux.
Page is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos.
Page punches Tuulenux.
Page seemingly enjoys the boos.
Page hits a double underhook suplex on Tuulenux.
Page goes for a knifehand chop, but Tuulenux counters it with a single-leg
takedown into a leglock.
Page breaks the hold after 8 seconds.
Page goes for a waistlock suplex, but Tuulenux counters it with an
elbowsmash.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a kick to the groin.
Tuulenux hits an enzuigiri to the face on Page.
Tuulenux uses a bodyslam on Page.
Tuulenux takes Page down with an elbow to the head.
Tuulenux uses a jumping front kick on Page.
Tuulenux is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Tuulenux goes for a spinning thrust kick, but Page ducks out of the way.
Page hits Tuulenux with a hiptoss.
Page tries to get out of the door.
Page is halfway through the ring.
Tuulenux pulls him back in.
HAVNER: "Page narrowly missed winning this match!"
GARVEY: "You gotta hit Tuulenux a lot harder than that to take him out!"
Page goes for a flying clothesline, but Tuulenux counters it with a Yakuza
kick.
Tuulenux hits Page with a kick to the groin.
Tuulenux hits Page with a back heel kick.
Tuulenux runs into the ropes.
Tuulenux hits Page with a kick.
Tuulenux hits a backward kick on Page.
Tuulenux acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Tuulenux nails Page with a double underhook piledriver.
HAVNER: "Vicious double-underhook piledriver! The impact was felt in the
rafters!"
Tuulenux runs into the ropes.
Page misses with an elbow.
Page hits Tuulenux with a kick.
Page uses a chop on Tuulenux.
Page takes Tuulenux down with a double-axhandle to the back.
Page takes Tuulenux down with a hiptoss.
Page hits Tuulenux with an uppercut.
Page goes for a dropkick to the knee, but Tuulenux side-steps and
Page only hits air.
Tuulenux rakes Page's face across the cage.
Page is busted wide open.
GARVEY: "First blood! Tuulenux drew first blood! Page has a nice, gory
gash on his forehead that's starting to spew blood like a river!"
Tuulenux hits Page with a jumping side kick.
Tuulenux executes a front-layout suplex on Page.
Tuulenux runs into the ropes.
Page hits Tuulenux with a kick.
Page hits an armdrag takedown on Tuulenux.
Page hits Tuulenux with a punch to the midsection.
Page whips Tuulenux into the ropes.
Page executes a chop on Tuulenux.
Page goes for a punch to the midsection, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux chops Page.
Tuulenux acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Tuulenux chops Page.
Tuulenux kicks Page.
Page punches Tuulenux.
Page is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos.
Tuulenux punches Page.
Tuulenux is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos.
Tuulenux hits Page.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Tuulenux.
Page punches Tuulenux.
Page goes for an atomic drop, but Tuulenux counters it with an elbowsmash.
Tuulenux takes Page down with an enzuigiri.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Tuulenux.
Tuulenux nails Page with an enzuigiri to the face.
Tuulenux goes for an over-the-shoulder stomachbreaker, but Page counters it
with a rana.
HAVNER: "Page is an accomplished technical wrestler-it's escapes like that
which make him such a dangerous competitor!"
Page executes a knifehand chop on Tuulenux.
Page nails Tuulenux with a double-axhandle to the back.
Page whips Tuulenux into the ropes.
Page goes for a Frankensteiner, but Tuulenux counters it with a tiger
driver.
The cheers for Tuulenux are drowning out the boos.
GARVEY: "Don't discount Tuulenux's skills! That tiger driver could be the
end of the match!"
Tuulenux tries to get out of the door.
Tuulenux is halfway through the ring.
Tuulenux is three quarters across the ring.
Tuulenux is at the door.
Page pulls him back in.
GARVEY: "Tuulenux was almost out! At this point, it's all about want!"
Tuulenux whips Page into the turnbuckle.
Tuulenux goes for a spinning thrust kick, but Page ducks out of the way.
Page goes for an armdrag takedown, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux runs into the ropes.
Tuulenux hits Page with an ax kick.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux hits a back fist on Page.
Tuulenux hits Page.
The cheers for Tuulenux are drowning out the boos.
Page kicks Tuulenux.
Page is getting a pissed look amidst all the boos.
Tuulenux kicks Page.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Tuulenux.
Tuulenux hits Page.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Tuulenux.
Tuulenux chops Page.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Page chops Tuulenux.
Page seemingly enjoys the boos.
Page places Tuulenux on the turnbuckle.
Page takes Tuulenux down with a top-rope Splash Mountain.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Page.
Page goes for a flying cross body press, but Tuulenux counters it with a
powerslam.
HAVNER: "The devastation! The ring bounced on that powerslam! Page's head
cracked off the mat! This could be over!"
Tuulenux tries to get out of the door.
Tuulenux is halfway through the ring.
Tuulenux is three quarters across the ring.
Tuulenux is at the door.
Tuulenux is on the way out.
Page pulls him back in.
GARVEY: "Page almost didn't get there!"
Tuulenux nails Page with a flying bulldog.
Tuulenux goes for a roll away, but Page blocks it.
Page executes a clothesline on Tuulenux.
Page nails Tuulenux with a waistlock suplex.
Page goes for a knifehand chop, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux whips Page into the ropes, but Page reverses it.
Page misses with a shoulderblock.
Tuulenux hits Page with a kick.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a back heel kick.
Tuulenux hits a jumping side kick on Page.
Tuulenux executes The Descent on Page.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Tuulenux whips Page into the ropes.
Page nails Tuulenux with a clothesline.
Page takes Tuulenux down with a waistlock suplex.
Page nails Tuulenux with a chop.
Page nails Tuulenux with a roll away.
Page tries to get out of the door.
Page is halfway through the ring.
Tuulenux pulls him back in.
HAVNER: "Page almost made his escape right there!"
Page whips Tuulenux into the turnbuckle.
Tuulenux comes back and rocks Page with a clothesline.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a double underhook piledriver.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a jumping side kick.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux places Page on the turnbuckle.
Tuulenux goes for a top-rope Frankensteiner, but Page counters it with a
power bomb.
The cheers for Page are drowning out the boos.
Page tries to get out of the door.
Page is halfway through the ring.
Tuulenux pulls him back in.
Page takes Tuulenux down with an armbar takedown.
Page goes for double-knee strike, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux executes running crotch kick on Page.
Tuulenux goes for a moonsault, but Page gets his knees up.
Tuulenux crashes into Eugene Kohler.
Eugene Kohler is out!
GARVEY: "Tuulenux hit the referee! Poor Eugene smashed into the cage! He
looks hurt! He's out!"
Page hits Tuulenux with an armbar takedown.
Page takes Tuulenux down with a chop.
Page hits an armbar takedown on Tuulenux.
Page scrapes Tuulenux's face across the cage.
Tuulenux is busted wide open.
Page hits Tuulenux with an armdrag takedown.
Page kicks Tuulenux.
Page hits Tuulenux.
The cheers for Page are drowning out the boos.
Page kicks Tuulenux.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Page.
Darkmoon throws Tuulenux Ethel, but Page intercepts it.
Page hits Tuulenux with Ethel.
Tuulenux is busted wide open.
Hades comes to ringside.
HAVNER: "Hades is here! The World Champion is in attendance!"
GARVEY: "What's he doing ringside?"
Page goes for an Asai moonsault bodyblock, but Tuulenux counters it with a
roundhouse kick.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
GARVEY: "Tuulenux placed that kick perfectly and took Page right out of the
air like he was swatting a fly!"
Tuulenux runs into the ropes.
Page hits Tuulenux with an elbow.
Page executes the Canadian Collapse on Tuulenux.
The cheers for Page are drowning out the boos.
Page tries to get out of the door.
Page is halfway through the ring.
Page is three quarters across the ring.
Page is at the door.
Page is on the way out.
Page has escaped the cage.
Eugene Kohler is still out, thus he didn't see it.
HAVNER: "It's over! Page has escaped! Page is outside on the ground! Page
is the new number-one contender for the World Title!"
GARVEY: "The official referee is still out! He can't call for the bell!"
HAVNER: "Jean-Luc Page is celebrating like he won-he doesn't see Eugene
Kohler still out in the ring! Here comes Hades!"
Hades executes a kick the midsection on Page.
Hades executes the Subway Sweep on Page.
Hades hits Page with a baseball bat.
Page is busted open.
Hades throws Page into the guardrails.
Hades executes a series of kicks on Page.
Hades rolls Page back into the ring.
Hades slams the door on the cage.
HAVNER: "And just like that, Hades takes away Jean-Luc Page's victory! With
the referee out, Page couldn't win the match! Page is furious!"
Tuulenux executes a leg drop on Page.
Tuulenux whips Page into the ropes.
Tuulenux executes a flapjack on Page.
Eugene Kohler is back on the job.
Tuulenux goes for an ax kick on Page, but Page counters with a roll-away.
Page executes a backdrop driver on Tuulenux.
Page climbs to the top of the cage.
Page signals to the crowd.
The crowd is in a frenzy.
Page uses a flying clothesline on Tuulenux.
HAVNER: "Page nearly brings the house down-what was that, twenty-five feet
in the air? He flew almost the entire length of the ring!"
Page nails Tuulenux with a springboard moonsault.
Page nails Tuulenux with a series of punches.
Page nails Tuulenux with a flying clothesline.
Page uses a springboard moonsault on Tuulenux.
Page uses an armdrag takedown on Tuulenux.
Page hits Tuulenux with a dropkick to the knee.
Page goes for a backbreaker, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a low blow.
Tuulenux executes The Descent on Page.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a European uppercut.
Tuulenux goes for an over-the-shoulder stomachbreaker, but Page slides down
his back.
HAVNER: "Page showing that technical mastery once again!"
GARVEY: "But given how these boys are bleeding, how much more do they have
left?"
HAVNER: "Page was busted open last week in that brutal tag-team match
against Tuulenux and Damian Ozzbourne. He's still sporting stitches in his
scalp!"
Page nails Tuulenux with a double-axhandle to the back.
Page hits an atomic drop on Tuulenux.
Page whips Tuulenux into the ropes.
Tuulenux hits a Yakuza kick on Page.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux whips Page into the ropes, but Page reverses it.
Page misses with a clothesline.
Tuulenux hits Page with an elbow.
Tuulenux is bleeding profusely.
Tuulenux whips Page into the turnbuckle.
Tuulenux runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Page moves out of the way.
GARVEY: "Both men are master psychologists! Page just baited Tuulenux into
that move and now Tuulenux is smarting because of it. He hit full-speed,
almost dislocated his shoulder!"
Page takes Tuulenux down with a flying dropkick.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Page goes for a flying clothesline, but Tuulenux ducks out of the way.
Tuulenux hits a front-layout suplex on Page.
Tuulenux scrapes Page's face across the cage.
Page's face is a crimson mask.
HAVNER: "Tuulenux smelling blood like a shark! He takes advantage of Page's
open wounds!"
Tuulenux climbs to the top of the cage.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a flying headbutt.
The crowd is wildly cheering Tuulenux.
GARVEY: "A huge, full-out headbutt! When Tuulenux connected there was a
literal wave of blood that flew from these men!"
Tuulenux hits Page with a flying headbutt.
Tuulenux tries to get out of the door.
Tuulenux is halfway through the ring.
Tuulenux is three quarters across the ring.
Tuulenux is at the door.
Tuulenux is on the way out.
Page pulls him back in.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux goes for a back heel kick, but Page blocks it.
Page takes Tuulenux down with a double-axhandle to the back.
Page hits Tuulenux with a back heel kick.
Page is bleeding like mad.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a spin kick to the back of the head.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Tuulenux goes for a flying cross body press, but Page ducks out of the way.
Page hits Tuulenux with a double-axhandle to the back.
Page goes for a back heel kick, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux hits an elbow to the head on Page.
Tuulenux goes for a roll away, but Page blocks it.
Page goes for a fisherman suplex, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux goes for an enzuigiri to the face, but Page ducks out of the way.
Page executes the Canadian Collapse on Tuulenux.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
GARVEY: "You know, I have never seen either of these men give less than
one-hundred percent!"
Page goes for a backbreaker, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Page counters it with a
facerake.
Page executes a clothesline on Tuulenux.
Page executes a kick to the groin on Tuulenux.
Page places Tuulenux on the turnbuckle.
Page hits a top-rope Splash Mountain on Tuulenux.
Page executes a double underhook suplex on Tuulenux.
Page takes Tuulenux down with a flying dropkick.
Page goes for an Asai moonsault bodyblock, but Tuulenux counters it with a
roundhouse kick.
In turn, Page counters it with a legsweep.
Page whips Tuulenux into the ropes.
HAVNER: "A brutal displace of offense from Page!"
Tuulenux misses with a kick.
Page executes a hiptoss on Tuulenux.
Page takes Tuulenux down with an uppercut.
Tuulenux goes for an ax kick, but Page ducks out of the way.
Page goes for a punch to the midsection, but Tuulenux blocks it.
Tuulenux executes The Descent on Page.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Tuulenux rakes Page's face across the cage.
Page is bleeding like a faucet.
Tuulenux uses a spin kick to the back of the head on Page.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Page begs off.
Tuulenux attempts to place Page on the turnbuckle, but Page blocks it.
Tuulenux hits Page with an ax kick.
Tuulenux takes Page down with a spinning thrust kick.
Tuulenux is bleeding like crazy.
The boos are resurfacing again.
HAVNER: "How much longer can these two dish out punishment?
GARVEY: "Someone call Red Cross!"
Tuulenux tries to get out of the door.
Tuulenux is halfway through the ring.
Tuulenux is three quarters across the ring.
Tuulenux is at the door.
Tuulenux is on the way out.
Page pulls him back in.
Tuulenux uses a kick to the groin on Page.
Tuulenux whips Page into the ropes.
Tuulenux uses a bodyslam on Page.
Tuulenux hits Page with a flying headbutt.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Tuulenux hits Page with a low blow.
Tuulenux kicks Page.
Tuulenux hits Page.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Tuulenux executes a backdrop on Page.
Tuulenux locks Page in a dragon sleeper.
Page is valiantly trying to break the hold.
GARVEY: "That's how I'd do it-choke 'em out, then walk out at your leisure!"
Tuulenux lets go after 23 seconds.
Tuulenux runs into the ropes.
Page hits Tuulenux with a kick.
Page hits a waistlock suplex on Tuulenux.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Page.
Page uses a back heel kick on Tuulenux.
Page goes for double-knee strike, but Tuulenux counters it with a backdrop.
["I Stand Alone" blasts from the PA, "Hardcore" Harlacker runs down the ramp
with a chain and padlock.]
HAVNER: "That's 'Hardcore' Harlacker! What's he doing here?"
"Hardcore" Harlacker comes to ringside.
"Hardcore" Harlacker padlocks the cage door.
GARVEY: "Harlacker just locked the door! He looks pleased with himself! He
's taunting both men! They're going to have to go over the top if they want
to win it now!"
Tuulenux hits a piledriver on Page.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Tuulenux goes for a back fist, but Page ducks out of the way.
Page chops Tuulenux.
Page doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Page punches Tuulenux.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Page punches Tuulenux.
Tuulenux kicks Page.
Tuulenux doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Tuulenux chops Page.
Tuulenux goes for a piledriver, but Page counters it with a backdrop into
the cage.
Tuulenux's leg goes through the bars.
"Hardcore" Harlacker grabs Tuulenux's leg and holds on.
HAVNER: "The bad blood between Harlacker and Tuulenux is spilling over!
Harlacker is hanging on Tuulenux's leg like it was a tire swing! The
Romanian Nightmare is trapped!"
GARVEY: "Harlacker is basically laying the groundwork for a very, very
brutal war!"
HAVNER: "Jean-Luc Page is capitalizing! He's climbing the cage!"
Page starts to climb the cage.
Page is halfway up.
HAVNER: "Hades won't let that go unpunished!"
Hades starts to climb the cage.
Hades is halfway up.
Page is at the top of the cage.
Hades is three-quarters of the way up.
Page throws one leg over.
Hades is at the top of the cage.
Hades punches Page.
Hades punches Page.
Hades pushes Page.
Page's leg is entangled in the cage.
Page is hung upside-down.
HAVNER: "My god! Page's leg could have broken! All his weight fell, with
his right shin and ankle in one of the squares! He's upside down by one
leg!"
GARVEY: "And Hades isn't letting up!"
Page pulls himself back up.
Hades throws one leg over.
Page throws one leg over.
Hades punches Page.
Page punches Hades.
Hades punches Page.
Page punches Hades.
Hades and Page connect simultaneously with roundhouse punches.
GARVEY: "Two massive punches! Both men are stunned! Page is rolling!"
Page falls from the top of the cage to the mat.
Page is out cold.
Page is a bloody mess.
Eugene Kohler signals for the bell.
The winner of the match and NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER is Jean-Luc Page!
Time of match 0:25:45
HAVNER: "Page did it! Page wins!"
GARVEY: "Yeah, no thanks to 'Hardcore' Harlacker, right? Harlacker anchored
Tuulenux and kept him from even standing, let alone climbing the cage! He
looks damn proud of himself and Tuulenux is furious!"
[Harlacker flips Tuulenux a two-bird salute and stalks to the back laughing.
Tuulenux starts to climb the cage. Once at the top, he flips himself over
the bars and jumps to the ground. Face bloody, he starts to sprint after
Harlacker.]
HAVNER: "Hades looks furious, too! He was trying to keep Page from climbing
over and he ended up knocking Page to the mats outside the ring!"
GARVEY: "Page was out when he fell. He hit the mats hard. He looks
unconscious!"
HAVNER: "What's Hades doing?"
[Hades stands at the top of the cage. He salutes the crowd, then jumps,
crashing twenty feet to the mats, landing on Page with an elbow. Page's
body contorts painfully and Hades rolls off, stunned himself.]
HAVNER: "My lord, Hades just tried to kill Page!"
GARVEY: "That elbow drop almost crushed Page's chest!"
[Hades gets to his feet gingerly and collects his belt. He spits on Page's
motionless form and holds the belt in front of Page's face.]
HAVNER: "We're out of time! Next week, Page and Hades will meet at 'Wicked
Ways!' For the rest of us here at SWP, tune into Flashback for all the
details of the Pay-Per-View! Good night!"
[As the camera fades, Hades pulls Page's head up by his hair and he cracks
Page with the belt. Hades leaves Page in a seeping puddle of his own blood
and limps to the back.]
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