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Fatal Four; Philadelphia, PA
Topic Started: Feb 3 2010, 09:54 PM (383 Views)
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[The SWAT North-East logo appears against a black screen, before we fade to a fairly full ECW Arena. The fans are all rabid for the next hit of North-East action, holding signs like “WILLIAMS = NEXT CHAMP”, “WE WANT LEFT TENTACLE” and “MAN, IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE THE LAST SHOW.” That last guy is kind of a jerk. We pan to our broadcast team, Luke Hayes and Monica Yang, ready to call this edition of wrestling action.]

LH: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fatal Four! In just a few minutes, four of SWAT North-East's best will duke it out for a shot at Troy Poole, the North-East Heavyweight Champion, later tonight. The Rookie, Jay Williams, Eric McNeely and Jake Christiansen will compete in a four corner match for an immediate title shot.
MY: Plus there are other matches! Two of the most illustrious wrestlers to debut in SWAT in a while will face each other, as the veteran Colt Daniels meets Backyard Rumble winner Marduk the Magnificent. The winner will put himself immediately into title contention.
LH: We don't have much time to waist, so let's go to the ring for that four-corner match.
[Cue “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” by The Darkness. As his music hits the PA system he struts out, a laid back goofy look on his face. He takes his time making his way to the ring, slapping hand with fans whether they want to or not. He slides into the ring, and raises a fist up in the air as he makes his way to his feet and awaits his opponents. Ring announcer “Big” Dave Barry does his job.]
BDB: The following contest is a four corner scramble for a shot at the SWAT North-East Heavyweight Title later tonight. Introducing first, weighing in at 347 pounds, from Concord, New Hampshire... JAKE CHRISTIANSEN!
LH: Jake Christiansen has spent most of his short stint here in the North-East teaming with Brian Sasso, but Sasso is benched tonight so Christiansen is taking this opportunity to try and get some singles glory for himself.
MY: I'd say he stands a pretty good shot. He's easily the biggest guy in this match.
[“Keep the Fire Burning (2 inch dancemix)” by Dan Hartman plays as The Rookie dances his way down to ringside. The crowd roars, greeting the underdog hero, and in return The Rookie goes all the way around the ring, slapping hands with every fan in ring. He wears a black tear-up T-shirt that shows a lot of skin, bad bleached jeans and sport shoes.]

BDB: Participant number 2... from New York City by way of Rotterdam, the Netherlands... THE ROOKIE!

MY: Man, I love this guy.

LH: So do our fans. The Rookie is far from the favourite in this match, but he has the heart to pull off an upset. His Playbox stable has warned him that if he doesn't pick up the victory in this match they're pulling him from the North-East.

[You hear thunder in the background as the lights go out. Candles are lit down the aisle as Olivia Sinn leads McNeely out with a spiked collar around his neck attached to a chain which she uses to walk him down to the ring with Judas behind them carrying a bible. The referee forces Sinn and Judas to leave ringside, arguing that he has enough to keep an eye on already.]

BDB: Now, participant number 3... weighing in at 250 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois... ERIC MCNEELY.

LH: McNeely is a veteran in this business, having won titles in the previous incarnation of SWAT and in other promotions. He wants to add the North-East strap to his resume tonight.

["Left Out" by Shinedown hits as Jay walks out with a smirk on his face. He stands at the entrance ramp and lifts his arms in a victory pose as he looks to embrace the boos from his surroundings. After the brief pause, he walks down the ramp normally, ignoring the fans who extend their hands out to touch him along the way. Once in the ring, he climbs the top rope and raises his right fist to the air. He then jumps off and begins stretching on the side waiting for the bell to ring.]

BDB: And finally, participant number 4, weighing in at 245 pounds, from La Grange, Texas... JAY WILLIAMS!

MY: This guy ended up trading blows with Troy Poole in the War Games match last month. Almost cost Team North-East the match. You know he wants to get his hands on Troy with the title on the line.

LH: And he just might do it. Jay Williams is undefeated in SWAT thus far, although that can vanish very quickly in a chaotic match like this.

[The bell rings, and senior ref Tom Evanson demands that two of the men step to the outside. The Rookie eagerly volunteers to start, while McNeely quickly retreats to the apron. There's a brief staredown between Williams and Christiansen, but the big man eventually steps outside and that seems to suit both of them fine. Jay Williams and The Rookie immediately start, locking up traditionally. They struggle in the clinch, neither one gaining an immediate advantage.]

LH: The rules of this match, in case you don't know: there are two wrestlers in the ring at any time, and they can tag out to one of the other two at any time. Exiting the ring counts as a tag. Whoever scores the first pinfall or submission wins the match and the title shot..

MY: What happens if someone gets DQed?

LH: I'm... not quite sure. Let's hope that doesn't happen.

[Williams eventually manages to exert his strength, pushing The Rookie back. Instead of going into the ropes, The Rookie bends back, bridging up against the mat. Jay Williams sweeps his legs out from under him and scrambles into a pin, but The Rookie rolls his shoulder up before the ref's hand even counts one. The Rookie wraps his legs around Williams and rolls back, pinning his shoulders to the canvas, but Williams forces his way out of the hold immediately. The Rookie kips up and grabs a rising Williams in a headlock. Jay sends The Rookie into the ropes, slipping out of the headlock on the way, and greets him on the rebound with a hard clothesline to the jaw.]

LH: A good display of chain wrestling, but Jay Williams put an end to it with that hard clothesline. He's stepping up the tempo now.

[Jay Williams rolls into a leglock on the downed Rookie. The fan favourite scrunches up his face in pain, but he holds firm. The Rookie pulls himself to the ropes, forcing the break. Jay Williams rushes in as The Rookie attempts to get up, hoping to cut him off, but The Rookie catches Williams in a monkey flip that sends him head over heels into the corner where Eric McNeely stands. McNeely slaps Williams' hands as the Texan hangs in the tree of woe.]

MY: Did you see that? Jay Williams just got flipped hard into those buckles. That's gonna be hard to explain to the chiropractor.

LH: Eric McNeely tagged himself in, but I'm not so sure if The Rookie saw it.

[The Rookie nails a dropkick to the chest of the hanging Jay Williams, sending him down to the mat in a heap. McNeely cuts into the ring behind The Rookie and clubs him in the back of the neck with a double axehandle. Taken by surprise, The Rookie is easy prey for an implant DDT. McNeely goes for a quick cover.]

1...

2...

MY: The Rookie kicks out. It's not going to be that easy.

LH: Notice how Christiansen and Williams were both stepping into the ring, ready to break that up if need be. To win this match you not only need to pin one opponent, but make sure the other two can't interfere.

[Eric McNeely scoops up The Rookie, battering him with punches to the jaw. He connects with a savate kick to the Dutch immigrant's ribs. McNeely rakes The Rookie's eyes before dropping him with a death valley driver. The crowd jeers Eric.]

LH: The crowd is getting on McNeely's nerves here, and he's taking a second to stop and mouth of to them. Bad move. The Rookie is getting away.

[Indeed, The Rookie has managed to crawl over to Jake Christiansen's corner, and tags in the bigman. McNeely confidently turns around, to be shocked by the rushing Christiansen, who mows him down. Jake pulls Eric up by the hair and rocks him with some hard lefts before tossing McNeely into a neutral corner. Christiansen charges in and smothers his opponent's body with a stinger splash.]

MY: It is all Jake Christiansen in here. Like I said, this guy is a lot bigger than any of his opponents and is putting it to good use here. I mean, he squashed Eric McNeely like a bug.

LH: McNeely isn't out of it yet. One thing you learn from watching a lot of pro wrestling is how easily skill can overcome size.

[McNeely delivers a knee to the groin, the blow blocked by Jake's body.]

LH: ...or cheating. Cheating can overcome size too.

[Eric McNeely climbs up to the top rope and jumps off, connecting with a leg drop that drives Jake's head into the canvas. McNeely transitions into a triangle choke, wrapping his legs tightly around the throat of Jake Christiansen. But Christiansen isn't out of it yet, and powers up to a vertical base, McNeely still holding onto the triangle. Christiansen drives McNeely down into the canvas with a thunderous powerbomb.]

MY: Great counter! And the cover!

1...

2...

[Jay Williams breaks up the pin, which earns him a dirty look from both men. Christiansen whips a reeling McNeely into the ropes and waits for a big boot on the rebound. However, Eric slides under the ropes and out of the ring, effectively tagging out. Jay Williams steps into the match to take his place, and he offers a lock-up to Christiansen.]

LH: Williams replaces McNeely. I don't think Christiansen wants to try chain wrestling with this guy. He should just stick with the smashmouth style that got him this far.

[But maybe out of pride, Christiansen locks up with Williams. Jay Williams manages to outmaneuver him quickly and take his back. From there Williams hooks in a standing bodyscissors and begins cranking the arm of Jake Christiansen. Christiansen backs up, driving Williams into the buckle, but Jay just hangs on.]

MY: Jay Williams showing some tenacity.

LH: And some ring smarts, targeting the arm of Christiansen. If he takes that out, he takes away Jake's power.

[Williams manages to squeeze out through the ropes, and snaps the outstretched arm of Christiansen against the ring ropes. He flips over the top and sends Christiansen rolling with an armdrag. He goes for a Russian legsweep, but Jake blocks it by grabbing onto the nearby ropes. Christiansen spins around, his knee landing firmly in his opponent's gut, and scoops Williams up on his shoulders. Jake Christiansen then slams Jay Williams down to the mat, converting his fallaway slam to a Samoan drop halfway through. The big man hooks a leg.]

1...

2...

LH: Jay Williams kicks out.

MY: Looks like we've got an unwanted guest.

[Troy Poole has appeared on the entrance ramp, belt over his shoulder, watching the match intently. Not really noticing him, Jake Christiansen goes over to the corner and tags in The Rookie. As soon as The Rookie steps through the ropes, however, Christiansen scoops him up on his shoulders and rushes the rising Williams. He eventually lets The Rookie fly, colliding into Williams shoulder-first.]

LH: Rocket launcher, whether The Rookie liked it or not. And now we're back to where we started, with Jay Williams and The Rookie squaring off.

[Shaking off the disorientation, The Rookie comes off the ropes with a flying spinkick. He pauses and hops up, looking for a koppo kick, but Williams staggers back desperately, and The Rookie hits nothing but air. Williams grabs onto a chinlock, and transitions into an abdominal stretch.]

MY: Williams is slowing down the pace out there. I guess he needs to catch his breath after all the abuse he's been taking from Christiansen and The Rookie.

[The Rookie foils any plans for rest when he wiggles out of the abdominal stretch and dropkicks Jay Williams in the chest. He pushes the Eric Hererra trainee out to the apron and then snaps his arm down across the top rope. Williams drops to the floor. Taking advantage of the lucha tag, Jake Christiansen steps into the ring and rushes across to blast an unsuspecting Rookie in the face with a big boot.]

LH: Big boot out of nowhere! The Rookie just collapsed, he might be out cold. Christiansen with the pin.

1...

2...

[Eric McNeely dives into the ring to break up the pin. An incensed Christiansen grabs McNeely by the trunks and tosses him over the top rope. Christiansen then presses The Rookie above his head and stretches him out in a torture rack. The Rookie cries out in pain as his spine is bent into new and inventive angles. However, instead of submitting he's able to drop down and backslide Christiansen, pressing his shoulders to the mat.]

1...

2...

LH: Jake Christiansen kicks out. The Rookie gets up and is looking to get the hell out of dodge. As he leaves the ring he rolls Eric McNeely back in. Throwing him to the proverbial wolf.

[Christiansen takes aim for a bicycle kick, but McNeely ducks and the kick slices through air. Eric McNeely uses the ring ropes to get to his feet and then to propel him into the air, connecting with a knee strike to Christiansen's chest. But it isn't enough to knock the big man down. Instead Christiansen scoops McNeely up and slams him into his knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.]

MY: Christiansen is really mopping up in this match. The only question is, how long can he keep it up?

[Jake tries to pull Eric up again, but McNeely hangs onto the leg stubbornly. Troy Poole is still watching from the entrance ramp, pacing back and forth. With a sudden burst of motion, McNeely rolls Jake Christiansen into a cross-knee scissors. Christiansen faceplants far from the ropes as Eric McNeely rocks back on the hold.]

LH: Hizajujigatame!

MY: Bless you!

[Jay Williams steps into the ring and stomps on McNeely to break up the submission. Christiansen is quick to his feet and grabs Williams by the throat as he tries to exit the ring. McNeely also tries to use this opportunity to escape, but Christiansen grabs a goozle on him as well. He then hoists them up in the air...]

LH: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM! You could hear that one from Pittsburgh! And he pushes both opponents into a cradle... I think he only has to get one here...

1...

2...

[Both McNeely and Williams kick out. Jake Christiansen rolls McNeely through the ropes and to the outside. He then goes to finish off Williams, but is taken by surprise when a very un-finished Jay Williams catches him in a swinging neckbreaker. The move is damaging, but also takes a lot out of Williams. The two wrestlers lay on the mat, reeling from their wounds, as the crowd spurs them on.]

LH: Williams and Christiansen have to be exhausted by now. They're giving it their all in this match, not worrying about the potential title match in our main event.

[Both men slowly get to their feet and look at the two on the corner, tempted by the opportunity to get out of the ring. However, they both seem to decide against it, and get to their feet. Christiansen lands a big right hands that has Williams reeling, but Williams comes right back with a stiff kick to the side. The two battle back and forth, exchanging strikes to the roar of the ECW Arena crowd.]

MY: Back and forth they go!

LH: Christiansen is getting the better of it, though. He's just the harder puncher.

[Williams backpedals, obviously feeling the heat. Jake Christiansen charges in and sends Williams flipping over the top rope with a clothesline. The opportunistic Eric McNeely dashes into the ring and quickly upends Christiansen, sending him over the top rope as well. The Rookie doesn't hesitate to step into the ring. In fact, he climbs to the top rope and comes crashing down on Eric McNeely with a missile dropkick.]

LH: Now it's Eric McNeely against The Rookie, and The Rookie is going for a pin after that missile dropkick!

1...

2...

[Eric McNeely kicks out. The Rookie pulls McNeely up for his signature spinebuster, getting a big pop from the crowd, but McNeely counters the move by grabbing onto a guillotine choke. He jabs a finger into The Rookie's eye for good measure, then converts it into an implant DDT.

Outside the ring, Jay Williams has just managed to get up, while a dazed Jake Christiansen is on his hands and knees. Troy Poole approaches, brandishing his title belt. He and Jay yell at each other. The cameras can't quite pick up the words, but the tone contains an ocean of hostility.]

MY: Oh come on! What is Troy Poole's problem?

LH: We could have a situation here...

[Incensed, Poole swings back with the belt in his hand, and connects... with the face of Jake Christiansen, who staggered to his feet at exactly the wrong time. The big man goes down like a bag of potatoes. Williams stares at Poole, ready for his next attack. In the ring, ignored by them, Eric McNeely has got The Rookie set up on the top rope, and then drives him into the mat head-first with a X-factor.]

LH: Mercy & Grave! McNeely with the cover!

1...

2...

3?

[At the last second, Jay Williams tears himself away from Poole and scrambles into the ring to break up the pin. He scoops up Eric McNeely on his shoulders and drives him into the canvas with a towerhacker bomb! Williams covers McNeely.]

1...

2...

3!

BDB: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new #1 contender.... JAY WILLIAMS!

MY: Poole tried to take Williams out of this match, but it backfired! Now they're goingto hook it up in tonight's main event.

LH: That's a fight that Jay Williams has to be looking forward to. It may just be the most serious threat to Poole's title reign to boot.

[A horrified Poole looks up at Williams in the ring. Jay points to Troy and makes a belt motion around his waist. Poole storms to the back quickly.]

LH: That match in just a little bit, but first, more great SWAT North-East action!
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We are backstage a camera picked up some words between The Rookie and a official of Playbox Inc.

Official: You did what had to do you don,t have to leave but still must go to the gym for a extra session.

The Rookie: Thanks I did what could do so wasn,t me fault that I lost this time.
I give me respect to Jake Williams a tough man maybe in the future we,,ll stand one on one in that ring?

Rookie open the door off the men dressingroom and is gone. fade away
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Spud Boy: WOW Mister Marduk, a GENUINE real live rasslin’ event!

[The former stars of SWAT Backyard approach the loading docks, following behind their mentor, benefactor, and heavyweight champion, Marduk the Magnificent. While the large entourage tries to enter the building through a dirty loading dock, the backyardigans look at their dingy surroundings in awe. They’ve reached Mecca.]

LEFT Tentacle: Somebody pinch me!

[“Bigamist” Jonathan Smith jumps between his wide eyed tag partner, and the happy to oblige “Registered Sex Offender” Frank Wilkes. Wilkes may have paid his debt to society, but he’s not pinching anyone as long as Smith is around. Handy Andy starts to go about fixing some rusty pipes by the building’s entrance, while the others slowly enter, standing out like a sour thumb.]

Marduk <patting Backyard heavyweight title>: ...After I defend this championship against Colt Daniels, we’ll see what we can do about getting you guys some work.

[Giving Feral Boy a dirty look, some security start to stand between the Backyarders and their dreams...]

Security: You are?

Marduk: One of the entertainers – Marduk – and guests.

Security: We have you here...

[Sigh of relief. Everyone starts to walk forwards...]

Security: No guests.

[Everyone falls over.]

Marduk: Oh, but they drove a long way to come here; it would mean the world to them. Are you sure we can’t just let them hang around a water cooler till my match is over?

Security: No exceptions.

[...Seeing the crushed faces of failed wrestlers, the Northeast President tries to ignore this pathetic scene... but his conscience gets the better of them.]

Amor: Look... we can probably round up a few seats in the crowd.

Marduk <broad smile>: Thanks Mister Amor.

Everyone: YAY!

[The goofy gaggle of amateurs follow after the benevolent prez, leaving Marduk to head towards his first title defence.]
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[Cut back to the ring where we see a chubby guy in a black singlet leaning against a turnbuckle. The fans are giving him crap, and he looks suitably uneasy.]

LH: Unfortunately Miles Washburn is still suffering from the facial injury he suffered against Troy Poole, so he had to withdraw from this match. No word on when he can return to action. Instead we have... Bob Grey, a local Philly wrestler taking his place at the last minute.

MY: Card subject to change!

BDB: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, weighing in at 243 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... BOB GREY!

[Grey lifts his arm in the air. No reaction.

The arena grows dark and the entrance way becomes bloody red as chilling sinister laughter is heard throughout the arena. “Welcome to your Death” by Annihilator plays as Psychotic Goth appears at ringside and enters wearing chains led to the ring by Vampira and hooded goths in satanic robes. Vampira removes the chains and he slowly rubs his wrists before slowly and deliberately enters the ring. He slowly removes his jacket, vest and jewelry before slowly lowering his head and extending his arms like Raven before thrusting his head up revealing his pale handsome gothlike face.]

BDB: And his opponent, from The Depths of Hell, weighing in at 235 pounds... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!

MY: Man, I hope those druid guys don't expect to get paid.

LH: They're either the Psychotic Goth Fan Club or prelim wrestlers. Either way, you don't have to pay them because they're not real people.

[Goth looks even angrier than usual. As soon as the bell rings he rushes Bob Grey, driving him back into the corner with open-hand strikes. He leans in and bites the cornered Grey. As the journeyman tries to flee, Psychotic Goth delivers a spin kick to his side that sends him down to the canvas.]

LH: No feeling out process here, as Goth is all over Grey. He's angry about not getting to face Washburn here, and he's taking it out on Washburn's replacement.

[Psychotic Goth drops a knee to the head of his opponent. He takes a moment to circle the downed Grey, laughing sadistically and grinding his boot into the other man's head. Goth hauls up Grey and peppers his midsection with powerful karate-style kicks.]

MY: He's mainly known for the makeup and the sadism, but Psychotic Goth is also a classically trained martial artist, and he's showing it here tonight.

[Goth stretches out Grey's arm and climbs onto the second rope. After ropewalking a few steps, Psychotic Goth comes off with a elbow right to the extended forearm of Bob Grey. He scoops up the journeyman and hits him with a hard backbreaker. Not content with that , Goth picks up Grey and drives him down against his knee repeatedly, ignoring the man's cries for mercy.]

MY: This is getting hard to watch.

LH: Goth is almost taunting Grey with these repeated backbreakers. And hey, if the move works every time why not do it until he finds a way to counter it?

[Bob Grey attempts to throw a few punches, but it's pretty futile. Psychotic Goth ends the series of backbreakers with a fallaway slam. Instead of pinning the clearly prone Grey, he instead starts clawing and biting at the man's exposed flesh. Vampira grins and claps with glee on the outside. Goth pulls the straps of Grey's singlet down to get more access to his skin.]

LH: Man, I really didn't need to see that beer gut.

[Psychotic Goth turns Grey over into his Satanic Deathlock. Grey taps instantly.]

MY: Bob Grey taps out, and this match is over quickly! He just really wanted to get out of there.

LH: This may not have been the breakout victory Goth was looking for, but he proved to everyone how tough and vicious he is.

BDB: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... PSYCHOTIC GOTH!

[The referee lifts Goth's hand, but Goth isn't done yet. He motions to Vampira, who grabs a chair from a Hot Topic-clad fan and slides it into the ring. Goth lifts up the prone form of Bob Grey in a cradle...]

MY: Oh come on!

*SMACK!*

LH: Gothicplex on the chair! Psychotic Goth wasn't content with the submission... now Bob Grey is going to be spending the night in the ER.

[Vampira steps into the ring as “Welcome to your Death” plays again. She kises Goth full on the lips. They stand over the prone jobber body, embracing.]
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Fade in to the backstage area where Jay has a towel hanging off his right shoulder. On the other side, we see his RIW World Championship. He’s sweating profusely after his recent fatal four match. But his expression surely hasn’t changed since the last time we saw him. He’s still as arrogant as ever as he prepares to share his pearls of wisdom to anyone who’s fortunate enough to want to hear it.

I warned all of you that your inexperience would come into play. All of you decided to shrug it off as me having a big ego. That this guy is just wanting the championship for all the wrong reasons. Well, take a look at your next North East Champion while you still can. Because I am going to make the world pay for their massive underestimation. Jake Christiansen admitted he had no business in that match. The Rookie hasn’t done anything worth mentioning, but I do appreciate the effort he put into the match. At least he didn’t make excuses for his losses. I would definitely be honored to face a guy that wants to compete for all the right reasons. Eric McNeely decided to piss it all away like the washed up has been he’s always been. All in all, the fans got to see a fresh face finally rise up the ladder. And it’s only going to get better from here on out, folks, because you will finally be liberated of a champion that doesn’t care about these initials.

Yes, I am in fact talking about you, Troy Poole. Tell me, are you starting to get comfortable in that throne of yours? You should, because up until now no one stood a chance at threatening your title. Up until now, there wasn’t anyone that had the balls to walk up to upper management and admit that something’s wrong with this company. But I’m not like them… When I want something done right, it’s best to get things done quickly. I’m not going to sit around and pussy foot around it. In such a short span, this region’s championship has been pissed around like a hot potato. Absolutely no one puts in the proper respect in order to make North East be a threat to Mid South. That is until they made the wisest decision of their lives. They chose to allow me to replace that waste of space Hector Venegas and inject some much needed prestige to these four initials. Ever since that moment happened, the champion has been living on borrowed time. You have no idea what talent I possess because you only knew the EWA Jay. You have no idea what the man that stands before you has learned in the past three years alone. But don’t worry, Troy, because in just a few hours you will definitely understand the fear of the unknown.

For too damn long I’ve been told to wait my turn and pay my dues. Well, now everyone in the entire fed knows what I am truly capable of. On my first night, I not only got a victory, but I took out the trash by making sure Miles Washburn was eliminated from this company. The man looked at it as if it were business… He had no idea what it meant to sacrifice everything in order to reach this level. That man was simply looking for a paycheck and to take a shortcut to the top. I busted my ass to earn my shot to this championship by pinning back to back legends in their own right, and I’ll be damned if I let you coast through another title defense, Troy. That championship deserves so much better so enjoy your reign while it lasts. Because in just a couple of hours you will learn the true meaning of the professor of pain.


Fade to black.
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[Colt Daniels walks down the entrance ramp to some generic rock music. (Budget-licious)! He slaps a lot of hands on the way down, and even draws an “ICWF” chant. Daniels pops into the ring and runs the ropes some.]

BDB: Introducing first, making his SWAT debut... COLT DANIELS!

LH: Colt Daniels has been battling some personal demons as of late, but the veteran has told us that he's going to be in top shape for his SWAT debut tonight.

LL Cool J: DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK!

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrOek4z32Vg – The Fine Young Cannibals “Good Thing” soon cuts in over the PA system, much to the delight of the crowd. The lights slowly fade out in the arena to set the mood, as we cut backstage to find a large figure genuflecting, saying a little prayer, then looking up. My Man Marduk pushes through the back curtains. There is no pyro display. One need only look at the muscular man’s scared face to know why. Marduk seems a little taken aback at how positive the crowd’s reaction is to him. Marduk nods appreciatively, then starts making his way down the aisle...]

BDB:: ...Entering the ring at this time... the mighty... the marvellous... the magical... the muscular... the massive... the masterful... the mountainous... the merciful... the mysterious... the mindful... the memorable... the mournful... the MORAL... the mythological... and hopefully tonight motivated...

M A R D U K - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - T H E M A G N I F I C E N T ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[Marduk slaps a few hands on his way down, then stops. No, that isn’t fair. Taking a few steps back, My Man Marduk makes an effort to slap every hand thrust his way. Trying his best to make eye contact with each fan, as he thanks everyone for their support. Seeing that Marduk is receptive, a few of the kid’s even break out pens and paper... looking for autographs. Now that’s a bit much. One of the kids has an ancient UWA Marduk foam hand... wow... where’d he get that? Touched... Marduk signs the foam hand... and not wanting to slight anyone, signs the other photographs, magazines, posters, and action figures. He seems to be enjoying it, and seems genuinely sorry that he behaved so curmudgeonly moments earlier. Oh, the songs running out... last few autograph... and a few more hands slaps. Then down to the ring... last ten seconds of the song... OH! There’s a fan My Man Marduk didn’t slap the hand of... the kid looks ready to cry, spinning around, Marduk tosses the kid a pair of COOL SHADES right off his head... then content, slides into the ring.]

MY: This guy seems like a stand-up character.

LH: Marduk the Magnificent has always been one of the nicest guys in the business, but a lot of times that's resulted in him getting walked over by those that were willing to be meaner, especially his brother “Vile” Vince Viper. But with Viper presumed dead Marduk might have a chance for that success he's always dreamed of.

MY: Hey, he beat like 300 guys in that Backyard Rumble. Well, sort of.

[The bell rings and the two veterans circle for a little while. Every time one shoots forward for an attack, the other instantly defends, and little even connects. The ex-Backyard stars at ringside start a "MARDUK" chant that catches on pretty quickly. Colt Daniels shoots in for a takedown, but Marduk stuffs it. Clinching Colt's body to him, Marduk spins around and holds onto the rear waistlock. Marduk powers Colt Daniels up and slams him across his knee.]

LH: Marduk lands a gutbuster, the first significant offence of the fight. He's putting his amateur wrestling experience to good use here.

[Marduk the Magnificent applies a headlock. Daniels scoots out of it and goes for a roll-up, but Marduk rolls through and winds up on top of his opponent, Marduk begins throwing ground strikes to the stomach and face of Colt, battering him with punches. He then attempts to turn him over into a sharpshooter, but Daniels reaches the ropes.]

MY: Colt Daniels is back up, and he's swinging. He's willing to turn this into a boxing match if he has to.

LH: Marduk's doing a good job of counterpunching though, as well as avoiding Daniels' attacks. This has to be frustrating for Colt Daniels.

[Seeing an opportunity, Marduk ducks a wide right by Daniels and rushes in to hit him with a forearm smash. Daniels reels from the blow. Marduk connects with a swinging neckbreaker, then covers.]

1...

2...

LH: Colt Daniels kicks out. Marduk rolls Colt up to a sitting position and starts working away on it. That should do a good job taking away Colt's power base.

[Marduk drives a knee between the shoulderblates of Colt Daniels. He briefly lists Daniels up with a bow and arrow hold before dropping him front-first to the canvas. He then scoops up Daniels and connects with a backbreaker. Colt Daniels stumbles to his feet.]

MY: Marduk smells blood in the water, and Colt Daniels needs to do something to get back into his match.

LH: Amateur style takedown from Marduk... no, Daniels manages to back up to the ropes.

[Marduk straightens up and goes for another forearm smash, but Daniels ducks it expertly and connects with a straight right to the jaw. Marduk the Magnificent backpedals away, damaged. Instead of pursuing him, Colt just holds his back and seems to stare into space. He mouths a few words.]

MY: What are you doing? Keep on him!

LH: Colt's had a lot of personal struggles over the years, and he may just not be mentally prepared for this matchup. This isn't the Colt Daniels we've seen have so much success in the past.

[Now having regathered his wits, Marduk steps in cautiously, throwing a few leg kicks to test the waters. Daniels steps in and goes for suplex on Marduk, but finds it unexpectedly reversed into an exploder suplex. Capitalizing on that Marduk puts Daniels in an Argentinian backbreaker, stretching both ends of Colt's body up.]

LH: SMILE!

MY: I am!

LH: That's the name of the move.

MY: Oh, I see it. Because he's curving his body to make it look like a smile. That's the most cheerful severe back damage I've ever seen!

[Colt Daniels cries out in pain, but manages to reach down and sweep out the leg of Marduk, tipping him over and landing him flat on his back. Daniels turns it into a cradle.]

1...

2...

LH: Marduk kicks out, but that was the best chance Daniels has had all match.

[Colt Daniels whips Marduk the Magnificent into the ropes, and goes for a backdrop, but on the rebound Marduk puts on the brakes and delivers a knee to the head of the bent-over Daniels. He then lifts Daniels up into a powerbomb position, and spins around in a circle while driving him to the mat. Marduk poses afterwards, to the cheer of the fans.]

LH: Full Circle Powerbomb!

Marduk: Remember kids... eat your vegetables!

MY: He's teaching kids a lesson while wrestling.

LH: That's great, but he wasted valuable time with that posing. Marduk drops for the cover...

1...

2...

[Colt Daniels kicks out, benefiting from the extra time he had to recover. Marduk drags up Colt and whips him into the ropes, and then as Colt helplessly comes running back to him Marduk hits him with a spear tackle so hard it ends up as a backdrop.]

LH: The Comeback! That'll be all.

1...

2...

3!

[A big pop from the crowd, especially the Backyard representatives, as “Good Thing” plays again. Marduk poses in the ring, a real-life superhero.]

BDB: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall... MARDUK THE MAGNIFICENT!

MY: Marduk picks up a fairly easy win over a veteran, and this has got to put him immediately into title contention.

LH: Colt Daniels looked distracted and unmotivated tonight. Quite simply put, he didn't show up to fight. It's disappointing as a wrestling fan, and I can only say that I hope Daniels gets whatever's haunting him in his personal life sorted out.

MY: That's not stopping the Backyard cast-offs from celebrating, though.

[The gaggle of ex-SWAT Backyard stars (and I use that term loosely) flood the ring to celebrate with Marduk. LEFT Tentacle and “Hemophiliac” Bill Johnson lift him up on their shoulders.]

MY: Awww. Remind me why we can't hire all these guys again?

LH: At the rate our roster is shrinking, we may have to.
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[The SWAT Backstage roster carries Marduk into the backroom area on their shoulders.]

Everyone: Hip-hip-hurrah~!

[No sooner is My Man Marduk put down on the floor, than the various members of AUDREY 2 throws a bucket of gatorade over his head. Marduk is glad to see the unemployed wrestlers having a good time, but they should act a little more professionally if they want a job. JESUS, here comes AMOR!]

Marduk: 'evening sir. I was meaning to talk to you...

Amor: Oh right...

[Reaching into his pocket, the NorthEast president pulls out a money clip. The Backyard Boys gleam at the sight of the green...]

Amor: Your cut of the gate...

Marduk: Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about getting my friends here some jobs...

Amor <counting out money>: I'm sure we can arrange something... four, five, six, seven, eight, nine hundred dollars...

[You could push the Barkyard roster over, they've never seen that much money...]

Amor <head counting>: ...Then there were those seats... how many are you, 17... 25. Twenty five row G seats...

[Amor takes the money out of Marduk's hand, counting it back...]

Marduk: Oh, we thought those were... comps...

Amor: Ha. Good one... okay... so this almost covers it, that's two hundred dollars you owe me.

Marduk: ...I don't have my wallet on me...

Amor: That's okay, we'll settle up next time. <turning to the backyardigans> So you guys were looking for work?

Jonathan Smith: ...he's too shrude for us!

[The Backyard roster flees in terror, leaving Marduk to wonder why he bothers.]
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The camera is backstage and shows Troy Poole, who is preparing for his match, but it’s soon obvious that something Jay has said isn’t too well with Troy. He stops lacing up his boots to sit up, and look up thinking, very carefully picking his words, for Troy is known for being able to verbally assault an opponent before the match as well as making quick work during the match of the same guy.

Troy: It comes down to this, a man who I know all too well is the one I end up facing, and while the prospect at first was horrifying you had to run your mouth Jay, and for me NOT to say anything would be wrong.

While I finally get a worthy challenger for the NorthEast title, and at the end of tonight who knows what will happen, if I was to just pretend you didn’t speak it would have been simpler. Jay…..please for cripes sake get off the ego trip before you find yourself in so deep that you can’t breathe.

Let’s start with the title you decided you just HAD to show off in SWAT and that’s the RIW title. I think we should inform the fans how you won it, because someone interfered and cost Frostbite that very title you wear oh so proudly. No need to mention names since no one outside SWAT may know it, but you and I know who I mean and you go on and on about how you didn’t ask for his help, you didn’t ask for anyone to give you a hand, how I am to be reassured that very man won’t show up in our match and try to cost me this title? Can you truly be honorable and win this on your own or do you need your buddy Herrera, or your brother Lance or a handful of others I could mention to help you. I’ve never asked anyone to help me to win this title or retain it, and while the list of contenders is disheartening, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t mean shit to me.


Troy smiles, but its one of a cocky asshole, not one of liking something.

Troy:What Jay? Thought I didn’t care any more? You know if it had been any of the others maybe I would have just stayed quiet and shown up for my match and see what happens. But you Jay….I can’t do that. I’m your BOSS in RIW I see how you play the owner, how you use and then throw away family and friends, maybe even allies. As long as someone is useful to YOU, then they are important, but the minute they stop being important you have no further use of them. I’ve never treated my friends that way, and could….no would NEVER dream of doing it to my family, and given two of my friends ARE like family, well….let’s just say that’s saying something. You say I don’t give a shit about NorthEast but do you Jay? Or are you too worried about RIW to fully concentrate. You and your brother parted on less then the greatest of terms, you’re mixed up with a group who would love nothing more then to see you fall not once but twice so they could throw you to the wolves and yet you want to think you’re the king of the world. THAT is a fault, and it was those type of faults opponents brought to me when we knew each other back in that fed known as EWA,…..and caused them to lose. How long did I hold that title Jay? A YEAR before finally Angel found the magic combination that felled me. At the time I was pissed, now I look back and admire what she did. At least she was a competitor who was honorable, not like you who despite his “you all shrugged me off for having ego” and claiming you don’t have one…..DOES have one.

You want to talk about how you took out Miles Washburn. Oh yeah, it takes a big set to talk about taking bout a man who was doing this to put food on the table, not strap gold around their waist. That’s all you are Jay….a title hog, the person who has to have all the pretty gold on them and fuck the rest of us. You want to talk about how you’re the professor of pain?


Troy laughs shaking his head.

Troy:Yeah takes a “big man” to talk of dishing out pain when I’ve watched you use OTHERS do the work for you. Don’t profess a work ethic beyond reproach to me Jay when I can prove yours is no better then many others. I’m not saying maybe you didn’t deserve to win that match Jay, but when your opponents are painfully weaker then you, then what can one expect? But Jay if you think you are going to waltz your way into the NorthEast title, if you think you are the fucking savior of this region, think again. If nothing else, you’ll walk away from this match with a whole new understanding of what I can do and who I am, and you’ll respect me when it’s done. I didn’t get here by dumb luck, I got here because I work hard. Just because YOU don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

Troy picks up a wrestling boot

Troy:You’re in for the fight of your life Jay, too bad it has to come just days before the other fight of your life. Is your mind fully on this match or are you thinking of Frostbite too. Remember Jay, this battle here isn’t the only one you’re facing. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself tonight for a belt only to lose the other in a few days? Do you truly want to put yourself to that test and end up maybe losing on both times? A lot of factors for you to think about Jay, so don’t forget I’m not the only one waiting for a piece of you, and maybe I’m just sustaining you up for someone else.

Troy throws the boot at the cameraman, who ducks and sends the camera into darkness





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(The scene opens in Jay’s locker room where he’s seen sitting on a bench staring at the opposite locker with an intense look in his eyes. Once the camera gets closer, he closes his eyes and shakes his head in frustration then turns his head slowly to face the camera. At this point it’s made obvious that he is quite annoyed at the recent claims by the reigning SWAT North East Heavyweight Champion, Troy Poole, and has reluctantly chosen to address his stupidity for the less fortunate audience.)

Jay: And here I was thinking you would be an honorable champion, Troy… I guess I’m allowed to be wrong once in a while. Sometimes it pays to check if your stuff is actually true before actually saying it. My brother and I still talk on a daily basis. Even I’m not dumb enough to stop talking to my family over a stupid contract. We just stopped wrestling together because of different agendas. Southern Blood has nothing left to prove on the tag team front, so it’s time we go our separate ways. After two tag team title reigns, we’ve already cemented our legacy. It’s time to turn the page and focus on our singles paths before it’s too late. You DO realize that Eric and Lance are my family right? Just because I stop talking to them during the SHOWS doesn’t mean they stop being my family. That’s only what the less educated portion of this rotting country WANTS you to believe and it’s unfortunately the focus of your pathetic attempt at a promo. Hell, we still live together, but not like you would take the time to research that.

(He rolls his eyes and picks up the RIW World Title that’s laying at his feet. He brought it because he KNEW this man was going to start bringing up “facts” just like every other puppet that thinks they know everything.)

Jay: For your information, I didn’t predict that Alyon would waltz down that ramp and screw over, Frostbite. Hell, I still am not sure what the hell Chris Desmond’s job is going to be in this whole mess. That’s another case of you not checking your facts before attacking like the weakling you really are. I didn’t predict any of this would happen. I simply busted my ass within those four ring posts, which is the only thing I CAN control. Regardless of what way you twist it, NOBODY can claim that I lack wrestling talent. I have made the biggest names in professional wrestling fall at my feet due to the Tower Hacker Bomb. People that thought they were invincible, that the day would never come, have finally fallen at my feet and been humbled. It’s no fluke that I’ve won two World Heavyweight Championships in the past set of months alone, Troy… face the facts, I’m no longer the same man you knew in EWA. A ton of things have changed both personally and professionally that have made me an overall smarter man. People I never thought would betray me actually did. You want to talk about paying your dues? Look at how many people I’ve won the tag team titles with. It took four years for me to finally want to compete on my own for a singles championship. Why? Because like in the old school days, I wanted to prove to everyone that I don’t have an ego. I wanted to show everyone that I’m capable of competing in both realms effectively and efficiently, so far I’ve accomplished that and so much more.

(He pauses as he sets the title back on the floor and smirks at the camera. Now we can see why this man has improved so much in the recent year. He is capable of thinking outside the box whereas others just claim to know him and really don’t.)

Jay: You know why I’m placed on that pedestal as you put it? Because I earned the right to be there. I know it hurts you to admit it, Troy, but no one can dispute what I do in that ring. I busted my ass to build a legacy out of nothing but blood, sweat, and tears. I took great pleasure in breaking bones and shattering blood with each passing week, enforcing that saying it’s nothing personal it’s just business. That same saying has got you so worked up because of how you choose to view this business. You believe it’s so ludicrous that someone could walk into that ring and do anything to achieve victory, the true definition of a competitor. “Oh my god, he cheated to get a victory, he’s such a waste of space.” You and every other clueless wrestling fan that doesn’t understand my intentions.

(He rolls his eyes and rubs his temple. Trying to explain things to the lower class was becoming stressful. He understood the purpose of doing it, he just never expected the World Champion to be part of that lower class. What happened to setting an example that you are the alpha male? I guess that’s been conveniently left out of the list of responsibilities.)

Jay: I am a fighter first and foremost, which means I will do anything to achieve victory. I don’t care if it pisses you off or the fans, as long as that opponent understands my hunger for competition. Championships come and go, but your work ethic is what defines you as a true champion. You can even ask Eric, Lance, and Alyon to their faces – I never asked for their help. On the contrary, I would fight them to no end because of it. I don’t want people sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong, but as is the story of life it happens anyways. All could really do is adjust and finish the job, I certainly have done that. What’s even more ludicrous is that people complain so much about what happened with Frostbite that same night. Did they expect me to just lay down after that tazer shot? Hell no! I have never laid down for anyone and it definitely wasn’t going to start on the most important match of my career. Think about it… if you were in that same position, without even knowing there would be interference, you would have done the same thing. You would have taken advantage of the weakness and achieved victory, and if you say no then you’re lying to not just the fans but to yourself. It’s in our true nature as competitors on such a big stage to expose any weakness and use it to our advantage. Anyone that doesn’t truly doesn’t deserve to be here. That’s the heart of a champion; it’s what drives several of us to compete here.

(He pauses and then shrugs his shoulders innocently.)

Jay: That’s why you don’t deserve to be the champion, Troy. You have to stoop to attacking outside companies to prove your point. You’re not able to focus on the task at hand. What happens in RIW stays there. If you had a problem with that, you could have approached me and gotten the facts straight instead of embarrassing yourself on live television. Instead, you’re forced to admit that during my stay in SWAT, NO ONE has interfered in my matches. I defeated my teacher Calvin St. James fairly, placing him on the retirement list. I defeated Miles Washburn fairly, sending him packing. Do you see a pattern here, Troy? When people face me, they realize they weren’t meant for this sport and fork over their career to me. It’s not by some chance of Luck… it’s called talent, which you refuse to admit. I busted my ass to defeat three other people to earn this match… I busted my ass to retire two people prior to this match to prove I belong… that’s HALF the North East Roster that has already fallen at my feet as proof that I truly belong in this match. And if that STILL isn’t enough proof for you that I can win a match on my own, then maybe you just need to walk away… Maybe it’s YOU that possesses the ego. As a champion, you are held accountable more than any superstar on the roster and right now… You’re being made to look really stupid by most people’s eyes.

(He shakes his head and clicks his tongue a couple of times in a condescending manner.)

Jay: Just remember who warned you of that downfall, Troy… The man you overlooked as trailer trash is going to be the reason you lose the title that made you famous. I don’t use anybody… In fact, I still talk to all of my tag team partners on a daily basis. It’s like me saying you used Cam Davitt and Lynn Brewster and disposed of them when they were of no use to you.

(He then changes to a sarcastic tone as he says this sentence.)

Jay: But wait a minute… Back then it was different… We simply chose to end our tag team in order to venture into singles competition.

(He laughs and then spits at the ground in front of him.)

Jay: Bull-fucking-shit. It’s that type of double standard that has been killing this sport. Just because I stopped tagging with someone doesn’t mean I stopped talking to them. That’s what separates the South from everywhere else. Everywhere else, people are so narrow minded that they treat family and morals as if it were crap. While we join together to the point of police being useless. We have the balls to stand up for each other, EVEN if they are not family, because that’s what we’re taught from birth. We are the closest thing to the original intention of wrestling… A family that bands together both through the toughest and best times. Don’t you fucking dare lecture me about family… My entire family runs a wrestling school which is based on educating the less fortunate. I’m a teacher both in and out of this ring… But if you REALLY want me to show you the true meaning of work ethic, just wait till I snap your neck to prove how bad I want to cleanse this business. Fuck being Heavyweight Champion… This is about sending a message that will be heard all over the world… Underestimation will NEVER work out in your favor. You don’t know a damn thing about me, Troy, and soon enough that message will be cemented.

(Fade to black.)
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The camera is backstage and shows Troy Poole, who is now totally prepared for his match, shaking his head as he picks up the NorthEast title belt. He’s seen what Jay Williams had said and is almost at a loss for words. But he does find them.

Troy: You had the guts to say you thought I would be a honorable champion, well I have been. I chose not to name names before, leaving those that have no place in this match with the exception of Frostbite out of it. You chose to bring another fed into this fight, not me. See Jay, do you see me strutting around….well since you informed all of SWAT where we know each other from, do you see me parading this title around RIW? No, and do you have any idea why? Because while this title means everything in NorthEast, and I hold it proudly, I defend it, it doesn’t mean shit in RIW. Just like you being RIW champion doesn’t mean shit in SWAT.

You talk about your tag title reigns with Lance, and so I’m suppose to take you serious over that? I held tag titles with Lynn Brewster, a thing that your friend Vero can attest to, but you know that being a tag champion and being a singles champion are two different things. You claim that you broke up to focus on your singles career, but do you think I gave up a chance for tag gold to go for singles gold? No, in fact while I was EWA champion I formed a tag team that was contenders, a team that was feared. Great, so you still talk to your family, but why make the fans believe you are your own man? It makes no sense Jay, you can have both. Why choose to go your separate ways and let the fans think you hate each other.


Troy shakes his head.

Troy:What Alyon or Desmond have to do about this match I don’t know, but to play the innocent bystander in this is wrong Jay. You’re part of a group that will do anything to get what they want and the prime example of what happen to Frostbite. You say you bust your ass in the ring, but were you that out of the loop? If so, then you are out of the loop here in NorthEast because I’m here to win, to retain, to maintain our position in SWAT. You think you can control what happens in the ring, but you’re facing ME, a man that you once professed to look up to. I’m not saying you have no talent, I’m saying you haven’t fully utilize it. I fought not once, not twice, but three times to get titles in different companies. I don’t say I’m invincible, but to fall at your feet? When you prove to me that you can take me down and keep me down, pin me and honestly win this belt will I possibly put you up there with Angel. Ghalleon got a fluke win over me, but I became FTWO champion in it’s place. I took down Andrea Mero, and the list goes on for titles that I’ve challenged for. But stop and look around you Jay, how many companies do I actually WRESTLE in? I’ll answer the question for you, a grand total of ONE. I found myself with a family, and I had to decide what I wanted to do. I decided to choose one company to put my life on the line, and it was NorthEast. I haven’t hidden from you, I just decided why share all my secrets with you, but I couldn’t let you try to run me down, run down this title any more.

Troy sets the title down.

Troy:Are you on a pedestal Jay? I don’t know because I’m pretty sure I didn’t put you there. You think you’re the first to bust their ass to get what they want? You’re not, and you won’t be the last. But given you are so stuck on what I said about RIW, let’s talk for a moment shall we? I don’t buy your story at all, maybe try TMZ or something. You had to know, you had to have an inkling, you sure the hell capitalized on what happen to Frostbite, and instead of even bitching afterwards you just accepted it as the norm. I would be pissed as hell if my friends helped me win when I proclaimed to not ever have their help, asked for or not. Would I proclaim I would have done differently but believe me heads would roll after the fact if need be. That’s the difference between us Jay.

You want to talk about what you did here in SWAT? Fine, I know Calvin, not much of an accomplishment beating someone who I’m not sure is serious about this business. I’ve defeated Washburn when he had a chance to beat me for this title, and we already covered that pathetic match you suffered through earlier tonight. There….we covered your SWAT career pretty much, but to say the NorthEast roster consists of four people and you beat half of them…..all two but your record, hmmm…..let me think, there were three others in that match, there was the guy Washburn was suppose to face, me, …..wow Jay, that’s more then four. You have a point here? That unless your shoes are off you can’t count? Whatever. I don’t care what your malfunction is, I’m sick of this elitist attitude you have and I’m the one to bring you back to reality. I hold out no egos, I only simply put my resume on the table to make my proof. It’s how I got into NorthEast, it’s how I rightfully earned a title shot, I didn’t ask for special treatment and here I am….I’m the champion of this particular company and you aren’t. If you were that good Jay, if you thought you could have taken me on before now, but no you waited. Then you try to use my position elsewhere to get your shot. If you think that sitting behind a chair has made me soft, think again. It’s only made me sharper to picking out a man’s weaknesses. Yours are so many I can’t even begin to go into them.

Bring everything you got to the ring because to be honest Jay, you need everything. I’ve taken on bigger egos then yours and guess what I’ve learned? The bigger the ego, the harder they fall, but fall they do. At the end of our match I’ll still be the champion and the great Jay Williams will know first hand what it’s like to face me. Not the weakling Jay, but the one who wants the world to think he can take it on by himself. When you’re laying on the mat having lost ask yourself precisely where you went wrong and you’ll find it was……by doing what so many others have and that is underestimating me.


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MY: Up next we have a match that both participants have been looking forward to since their run-in at the Owen Cup. There's some bad blood here, as well as the desire to be the best in the North-East.

LH: Is it already time for the main event? Wow, this might be the shortest North-East show ever.

MY: Yet it feels like it's been months...

LH: Jay Williams has already wrestled once tonight, so the longer this goes the worse it's going to be for him. He wants to use his power to knock out Poole and make this a short main event. On the other hand, Troy wants to use his technical wrestling to wear out Jay and make him easy prey.

MY: It's Jay Williams vs. Troy Poole for the SWAT North-East Heavyweight Championship, and it's starting right now.

["Blind Man" by Black Stone Cherry hits as Jay walks out with a smirk on his face. He stands at the entrance ramp and lifts his arms in a victory pose as he looks to embrace the cheers from his surroundings. After the brief pause, he walks down the ramp normally, ignoring the fans who extend their hands out to touch him along the way. Once in the ring, he climbs the top rope and raises his right fist to the air. He then jumps off and begins stretching on the side waiting for the bell to ring.]

LH: Jay Williams victorious earlier tonight in a four-way match that earned him his shot. You have to figure he took a lot of damage in that match, and he hasn't had much time to rest since.

MY: Still, you know he's going to give everything he's got left in this match.

[The arena goes dark and then “Burn in Hell” by Dimmu Borgir plays. A red and blue light flash intermittently and smoke fills the stage. Suddenly, instead of the customary two figures, one figure appears and stands there. At 1 minute, 13 seconds Burn in Hell sounds, and the figure makes his way to the ring. It's revealed to be Troy Poole, wearing his North-East belt around his waist. Troy runs at the ring, and slides in the ring and stares a hole in Williams. Jay doesn't break his gaze.]

MY: Troy Poole has been on a tear in the North-East, losing only once and capturing that belt several months ago. But I think he faces his biggest challenge tonight in Jay Williams.

LH: Well, we're about to find out.

[Troy reluctantly hands the belt over to the referee, senior official Tom Evanson. Ring announcer “Big” Dave Barry” steps forward to do the boxing-style announcements.]

BDB: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. It is your main event of the evening, and is for the SWAT North-East Heavyweight Championship!

[Evanson lifts the belt to a decent pop.]

BDB: Introducing first, the challenger. From La Grange, Texas, he weighed in tonight at 245 pounds. He is JAY WILLIAMS!

[Big face pop!]

BDB: And now, introducing his opponent. He hails from Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and weighs 235 pounds. He is the reigning, defending SWAT North-East Heavyweight Champion... “THE GREAT ONE” TROY POOLE!

[Massive heel pop!]

MY: Well, I guess we know who the fans are rooting for in this one.

LH: Yeah, but that doesn't matter. It's all between Jay and Troy here.

[The bell rings and the two wrestlers lock up to the cheer of the crowd. Williams manages to isolate an arm of Poole and pull it behind his back, applying a hammerlock. Troy briefly struggles but is able to spin around and out on a front chancery. He tries to turn the hold into something more, perhaps a guillotine or DDT, but Williams drives him back into the ropes, breaking the hold. Poole holds on until the four count, breaking away with a slap to the back of the head.]

LH: Poole adding insult to injury there, and I didn't think it would be long before the bad blood came out.

[Incensed, Jay charges Troy, swinging with his fists, but the champion backpedals. Eventually he runs out of ring, but uses the ring ropes as a slingshot to throw himself into a shoulderblock to the sternum of Williams. Jay responds by grabbing Troy by the hair and decking him with an uppercut.]

MY: Right on the kisser! Troy Poole is bailing from the ring. The last thing he wants is a fistfight with Jay Williams.

[Troy Poole slides out of the ring, and is quickly followed by Williams. Poole takes off, running around the ring and leading Williams after him. The crowd boos the almost farcical display, but Troy keeps running.]

LH: I feel like “Yakkety Sax” should be set to this.

MY: Oh come on! Troy is turning this title match into a joke. You can't win a wrestling match by running.

LH: Actually, this is a good strategy. Jay Williams, in his anger, is expending a lot of energy chasing Troy, and he's at a disadvantage in the stamina department.

MY: Huh. So it's a cunning disgrace.

[Sure enough, Williams stops to catch his breath, and when he does Troy is ready for him. Poole uppercuts his challenger before dropping him with a DDT to the thinly-padded floor. The Philly crowd boos.]

LH: Instant headache-maker from Troy Poole, and it looks like he's going to try and inflict further damage out on the floor.

[Poole wraps Williams' arm around a nearby ringpost and then steps out onto the apron. With a grin he uses the top rope to pull himself up in the air, and then drops back down onto the arm of Williams. The challenger stumbles back, clutching his wounded limb, and Troy follows up with a flying clothesline from the apron!]

MY: Laying it all on the line now! The title, the grudge, the spotlight... it's convincing Troy Poole to throw caution to the wind.

[Poole rolls Williams into the ring and instantly hooks the leg for a cover.]

1...

LH: Jay Williams kicks out. It was waaay to early to go for a pin there.

MY: Yeah, Jay may be fatigued but he's not going to give up easily.

[Poole goes for a bulldog, but Jay slips out of the headlock and lets Troy run into the ropes. Poole manages to turn around to rebound, but eats a spinebuster. POP!

Williams pulls Poole up to a sitting position before driving his knee right into the face of the champion. He then spins around to deliver another knee to the back. This seems to work so well that he does it two or three times, using his arms to hold Poole in place while he delivers each shot.]

LH: Jay Williams seems to have picked the back to work over, and it's a decent enough strategy. Poole needs to lift him to hit The Greatest, whereas Jay's famed towerhacker bomb attacks the back and neck of his opponent.

[Poole manages to get to his feet, although he does get cracked across the back with another kick as he gets up. He turns around and Jay catches him with a jab. A frustrated Troy Poole goes for a lockup again, but Williams bends down and hoists him on his shoulders. With a thunderous sound Williams sidewalk slams Poole into the canvas.]

LH: Troy wants to turn this into a catch wrestling bout, but Williams is having none of it!

MY: Brawling suited Troy fine when he was in control. Jay Williams shoots for a cover!

1...

2...

[Poole rolls a shoulder up. Jay Williams grabs the champion by the throat and hauls him up, but Troy Poole cuts off any further movement with a Greco-Roman poke to the eye. As Williams reels back from the illegal blow, Poole ignores the referee's warning and hits a picture-perfect dropkick. The impact knocks Williams to the mat.]

MY: Well, I guess a little cheating goes a long way in getting control of the mat.

[From a standing position Poole grabs ahold of Williams' arm and begins turning and twisting it, wrapping the limb around his leg. He then slingshots Williams up and into the nearest turnbuckle, which Jay collides into facefirst. Poole steps to the outside, grabs onto his opponents' right arm, and drops down to a sitting position, snapping it against the top rope. Jay stumbles, clutching his arm.]

LH: Well, Jay went after Troy's back, so I guess Troy is targeting the arm in retaliation. Jay Williams uses those arms a lot.

MY: Who doesn't?

LH: Er, point taken. But still, it's hard to punch with a bum arm, and that'll let Poole take this match at the pace he wants.

[Troy Poole slides back into the ring and nails Williams with a double-arm facebuster. He then applies a grounded hammerlock, wrenching back on the already damaged right arm. Williams growls and powers up to his knees, but Poole keeps pulling away on the hold.]

LH: That hammerlock probably won't get Jay Wiliams to submit, but it'll do more damage to that arm.

MY: But now Jay is back to his feet and has his wits about him.

[Williams throws a left hook that Poole dances out of the way of. However, he isn't able to avoid the follow-up side kick. Jay goes wit the momentum of the kick and ends up behind Poole, from where he applies a full nelson and uses it to pull up Troy and slam him into the ground.]

LH: Full nelson slam from Jay Williams. There's a bit of hesitation afterwards, I think that arm is starting to get to him.

[Poole sits up in the hesitation, but Jay stays on him, cracking him across the back with a stiff kick. Williams takes a deep breath and hits the ropes, rebounding into a forceful dropkick to Troy's back. The champion flops down, clutching his back. Williams rolls him over again and applies a STF, but Poole is able to crawl to the nearby ropes.]

LH: That submission hold was too soon and too close to the ropes to get a victory, but it certainly gave Troy Poole something to think about.

MY: Yeah, but Williams doesn't have time to play around here.

[Jay Williams whips Poole into the ropes and on the rebound takes him down with a Thesz press. The Philly crowd roars as Jay stays in the mount on Troy and batters him with punches. Poole throws his legs up, trying to catch his adversary in a submission, but Williams just grabs them and uses them to force the champion's shoulders to the mat.]

MY: Jay Williams is taking out a lot of agression on Troy Poole right now.

1...

2...

LH: Poole rolls through and reverses. He's got the ropes!

[Referee Tom Evanson forces Poole to let go of the ropes, however, and only begins counting when “The Great One” begrudgingly does so.]

1...

2...

[Williams kicks out and the fans breathe an audible sigh of relief. A frustrated Poole yells at the referee and drops his knee on Jay's right arm. He springs into the air and, using another knee, brings all his body weight down on that arm. Williams rolls over, his face contorted in pain. Poole just smirks.]

MY: And just like that, this match has turned around completely.

LH: Both wrestlers are wearing two big targets... Williams' arm and Poole's back. It's just an issue of who can attack that injured body part more effectively.

[Troy Poole drives a knee into Williams' right shoulder. He then connects with a swinging neckbreaker. Poole drags up his challenger by the injured arm and then drives that arm into the steel ringpost.]

LH: A move like that could break an arm, and you can see the pain written on Williams' face. Poole has him up... German suplex, with release!

[Williams lands on his back, barely moving. Poole runs up and dropkicks him in the chest, flipping him over onto his front. He then climbs up to the second rope and jumps off, his leg falling against the right arm and chest of Jay Williams. Poole demands that the ref count.]

1...

2...

LH: Sloppy cover, and Jay Williams kicks out easily. Still, even kicking out of that is forcing him to expend energy.

[Jay Williams slowly gets to his feet, but the champion is like a cat ready to pounce. Poole surges in and delivers a double-arm facebuster, and quickly transitions over to an armbar. Williams groans and cries out in pain, but resolutely refuses to tap.]

MY: Look at the determination of Jay Williams. A move like that can break an arm, but as long as this title is on the line he's not going to give up.

[Poole growls and gives up the arm, instead taking Williams' back. He hooks both arms and flips over, bridging into an excruciating submission hold.]

LH: Cattle Mutilation! Wait, are we allowed to call it that...

MY: Eh, it's not like ROH can afford lawyers.

LH: This is something new out of Troy Poole. He's pulling out all the stops in order to put away his rival here.

[Williams still stubbornly refuses to tap, yelling “NO!” to the referee. The crowd claps and chants for him, willing on the underdog. Poole tries to reposition himself to get more leverage, but he allows Williams to flip him over into a backslide-like pin.]

1...

2...

LH: Poole kicks out. Williams isn't following up, that move put way too much pressure on his arms... and Troy Poole knows it.

[Poole gets to his feet and begins immediately stomping at the already injured right arm of Jay Williams. Williams rolls to a sitting position, still clutching that arm, and Poole promptly spin kicks him in the face! The crunch of the impact can be heard throughout the arena, and Williams flops back down.]

MY: That spinkick might have been a knockout blow! Poole goes for the pin.

1...

2...

[Williams rolls a shoulder up. Troy Poole insists that he got a 3-count, but Referee Evanson shakes his head. Poole angrily grabs ahold of Williams' hair and pulls him to his feet. Poole delivers some shots to the still staggered Williams before connecting with a clothesline that sends him over the ropes and tumbling to the floor. Troy follows him by vaulting over the top rope and coming down on his rising challenger with a legdrop! Both men wind up in a pile by the ring apron.]

MY: I've seen car accidents that were prettier than that.

LH: Troy Poole is taking this one out to the floor, and going high-risk in the process. He wants to finish Williams badly, and he's willing to risk everything for that.

[The fans roar at the carnage. Poole is first to his feet and whips Williams into the nearest set of ring steps. Jay collides with the steps shoulderfirst and goes down clutching his arm. Poole then hoists the prone Williams on his shoulder and drives him into the barricades, which move a foot back with the impact. He grabs onto the right arm of Williams and steps over into the crowd, then drops down to a sitting position while driving Jay's arm into the steel barricade.]

LH: Armringer on the barricade! Poole could be doing some long-term damage to that arm now.

MY: Jay needs to find something, some way, out on the floor to get back in this match.

[Poole gets up and smirks triumphantly. This earns him a round of catcalls and insults from the fans around him. The self-proclaimed “Great One” turns to argue with his hecklers.]

LH: Uh-oh. Troy Poole is taking his eye off the ball and jawing with the fans... and he doesn't see Williams coming!

[The Philly crowd lets out a huge pop as Jay Williams rises to shaky feet. This alerts Poole just enough for him to turn around and get immediately grabbed by Williams, who powers the champion over the barricade and drops him with a reverse brainbuster on the thinly padded concrete.]

LH: REVERSE BRAINBUSTER ON THE OUTSIDE! That was a game-changer.

MY: Jesus. How is Troy not dead after that?

[Poole is very much alive, but now he's the one getting dragged around by Williams. Jay takes a moment to smash his opponent's head into the ringsteps, holding him with the left hand, before rolling him back into the ring. He stays on Poole, powering him up into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.]

LH: Going right back to that... well, back of Troy Poole. There's a real sense of urgency here with Williams.

MY: Well yeah. He's hurt and tired, and he needs to win this match quickly.

[Williams hits a pendulum backbreaker on Poole, slamming him down across his knee. He stretches the champ out, putting pressure on his back. The referee asks Troy if he wants to submit but Poole grits his teeth and shakes his head. Instead, Jay Williams takes him up again and hits a sidewalk slam, quickly covering.]

1...

2...

LH: Kickout by Poole! Williams turns him over... looks like he's going for a surfboard.

MY: Surf's up!

[Williams grasps Poole's arm and rocks back, forcing him into the air with his back contorted. Poole screams with pain, much to the delight of the crowd, who want to see the arrogant champion get his comeupance. Troy refuses to submit, but doesn't seem to be able to get out of the hold. A loud chant of “TAP, TAP, TAP” begins.]

MY: Poole has no way out! Will he submit?

LH: Williams is in pain too... that surfboard seriously hurts his already injured arm.

[Eventually the pain of holding onto the surfboard becomes too much for Williams, and he lets go of the arms. This allows Troy to stand up in the hold and turn it into a figure four. Fortunately for him, Jay is close enough to the ropes to grab them and get the break. But when he staggers up to his feet Poole cracks him with a hard superkick.]

LH: That superkick has Williams on dream street, and Poole is quick to follow up... THAT DAMN GOOD! That could be all.

[The echoes of the powerslam fill the arena, but Poole covers a bit slowly, obviously having hurt his back hoisting up his challenger. Tom Evanson drops down to count.]

1...

2...

3?

MY: Damnit, Poole retains!

LH: No! The referee is saying it was only two. All that work on Poole's back paid off as he wasn't able to cover quickly after that move he calls That Damn Good.

MY: But you have to give Williams' heart credit too for kicking out of that.

[Both men lay on the canvas, panting from exhaustion and damage. Everyone in the crowd is on their feet, clapping and willing on the two wrestlers to get back up. The referee lays a double count on, and at seven both warriors haul themselves up. Poole gets to his feet first, and tries to power up Williams for some sort of move, but his back is obviously still giving him problems. Williams responds by driving a knee into the champion's face. Jay then hoists him up into a spinebuster.]

MY: Devastating slam! All of Jay's power was behind that, let's see if it's enough to get the 3-count.

1...

2...

[Troy Poole kicks out. Jay Williams stands up and hoists Poole onto his shoulders. The crowd pops, recognizing the set-up for his trademark towerhacker bomb, but Jay clutches his right arm.]

LH: If Jay hits the towerhacker bomb this is over, but his arm is giving him trouble.

MY: Troy drops down and rolls him up! Like a snake in the grass!

1...

2...

3!

[The bell rings, cueing a round of boos. An exhausted Poole raises his fist in victory.]

MY: That one really was three, right?

LH: Yep. Troy Poole edges it out and retains the North-East title!

MY: If Williams hadn't wrestled in that four-way earlier, maybe he would have been able to pull this out...

LH: But ifs and maybes aside, “The Great One” is still the champion, and he may have just shut up his greatest critic.

[As “Burn in Hell” plays again, Jay Williams slowly gets to his feet, while Troy Poole is parading around the ring. Poole extends his hand to his challenger, a cocky grin on his face. Jay reluctantly shakes it.]

LH: These two still don't like each other, but Jay Williams has to swallow his pride and give respect to the man who beat him here tonight.

MY: Something tells me that Troy wouldn't do the same if the situation was reversed.

LH: Well, from all of us here at SWAT North-East it's been a great evening here in Philadelphia, and we're glad you could join us.

[As the announcers sign off Poole raises his belt high in the air, grinning wildly. Fade to black.]
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