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(CUT TO: A huge pyro display, followed by the camera panning around the arena catching glimpses of various CSWA related signs from its eager fans before parking on Rudy Seitzer and Billy Buckley.) RS:
Welcome to ON TIME, right off the heels of an explosive night of FISH
FUND action, this night is set to be one of the biggest On Time’s in history,
we saw GUNS come together with Eddie Mayfield and Craig Miles to become The
Intruders, and it looks like the CSWA is in for a wild ride in that… ByB:
And don’t you forget, Seitzer… your precious Mike Plett turned GXW
after all! RS:
Well, you’re right, he did, and hopefully we’ll get more insight on
why he turned… the GXW seemed to be dominating until The Intruders interrupted
them – we saw the return of Kendall Codine, BLADE… he, Plett, Dan Ryan and
Chris Lehew destroyed the guys on the CSWA’s front lines, but rest assured
those men will be back… ByB:
And more! PLR has reformed! RS:
It’s certainly far from the original, though… Kevin Powers, Nate
Logan and Rob Sampson, they’re the new PLR, and it looks as though the CSWA is
going to be a warzone now more than ever before… And the CSWA World
Heavyweight Championship is resting around the waist of “The Living Legend”
Mark Windham! (CUE
UP: "Ain't Goin' Down - Garth Brooks.) RS:
The UNITED STATES HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, Shane Southern! ByB:
Yee… haw… (The
crowd stands to their feet as the curtain parts and SHANE SOUTHERN comes out
dressed in street clothes and carrying the US Title over his shoulder. Southern
walks to the ring slapping hands with as many fans as he can, then enters the
ring and goes to all four turnbuckles holding the title high above his head.
Southern then asks for a mic as he lays the US Title on the mat in front of him) SOUTHERN:
How YA'LL DOIN' GAINESVILLLLLLE! (loud crowd pop) I just wanna' say ta' CHAD
MERRITT that before ya' go off half COCKED n' strip me of this title, I AM FROM
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! (crowd roars) ... so I guess that qualifies me ta'
be tha' CHAMPION! Right? (smiles a crooked smile) Now, I've gotta' few things ta'
say to ALOTTA' differ'nt people, so you guys be patient if I go downa' few side
roads on mah' way to tha' destination. Now,
then… MIKE PLETT (crowd boos) I'm gonna' save YOU for last, 'cause you're tha'
ultimate destination here. But before I get ta' you, lemme' just reiterate mah'
sentiments from FISH FUND. Hornet, Trip ... one helluva match guys. N' yeah ...
I could come out here n' tell tha' WHOLE WORLD that I told 'em so...but that's
not mah' STYLE. What I wanna' say is ... well, I know you two've got some
"issues" that need ta' be settled. But ya' know ... right now there
are BIGGER fish ta' fry. RIGHT NOW tha' attention needs ta' be focused on
fightin' off tha' guys that are tryin' ta' destroy this place. I CAN'T DO IT
ALONE. I need you guys ta' let it slide fer NOW. Tha' GXW n' tha' INTRUDERS are
just too damn many people for me ta' take out alone. But
ya' know ... I'm not JUST callin' on you two guys. I'm callin' on LAWRENCE
STANLEY (big crowd pop), I'm callin' on EVAN AHO (another huge crowd pop), I'm
callin' on ANYBODY else back in tha' back that wants IT. 'Cause you see boys, if
we don't FIGHT, if we just lay back n' let those (BLEEP)holes WIN, then it'll be
all over sooner than YOU KNOW. I don't see mah'self as a LEADER, I don't see
mah'self as somebody that you guys should follow ... all I'm tryin' (CUE UP: ’’Till I Collapse” – Eminem.) RS: Here
we go… let’s see what Triple X has to say in return to Shane Southern… (The STEVENS: Shane Southern, a couple of days ago and even tonight, for that
matter, you said something that made a LOT of sense. With the “Intruders”
threatening to stomp on CSWA’s legacy and tradition, and GXW’s
“Invasion”, the CSWA would stand a MUCH better chance if its competitors
could see eye- to- eye. Put our differences aside for a greater good. And,
you’re right, Southern. You’re absolutely, positively, one hundred and ten
percent correct. (The crowd cheered.) STEVENS: …It’s just too damned bad I don’t give a flying (bleep)
about doing what’s right. Don’t get me wrong, Shane… I’m all for
defending the CSWA. If you can recall, I jumped at the opportunity to slap Dan
Ryan’s (bleep bleep) around when he first appeared. But, that was then,
Southern… this is now. (Triple X turns away from Southern and turns his
attention toward the backstage area, still facing the crowd a bit.) STEVENS: Now, I’ve gotta
worry about my “friends” and fixing whatever it is, that went wrong. I don’t have any intentions of fighting you, no
matter WHO you’re affiliated with. Say whatever you want about me… If you
think you’re the one who made me step up and become a man? Fine. Take
responsibility for everything I’ve become. But, take THIS into
consideration… in a crazy, cruel business, you’ve got one of two things…
Friends or Enemies. There’s no in between, (The crowd offers up a mild applause, as Sean
continues.) STEVENS: But, as important as you are to me, I’m here to issue a warning to a certain
“Greatest American Hero”. The same hero who cost me the United States Title
you’re holding now, Shane. The same “Hero” who disrespected my life, not
because he got aroused in the middle of our match, but because he WANTED to.
Hornet, I’m not gonna make this long, because what I’ve gotta say won’t
take but a minute. Hornet, I swear to God, I’m not out here just
blowing off steam. I’m not gonna calm down in a day or two.
I’m trying to pre- warn you… Because when I see you, I’m SWINGING
on you. It’s no longer about respect… You threw respect out of the window at
FISH FUND. It’s not about who the better man is, I proved it on the grandest
scale of them all, when I laid your punk (bleep) out at FISH FUND, and wiped my
knuckles with your face. I want you out of my life. And, not only MY life in
terms of my profession… I want you out of my life ALL TOGETHER. I’ve given
you opportunities to step aside, Hornet. To be the man that you told me I’d
never be… and, you spit in my face. So now, I’m gonna HURT you and hurt you
bad. And, there’s not a damned thing you OR anybody else can do about it. (Trip tosses the
microphone and exits the ring, as his theme blares over the loudspeaker once
more. He makes his way up the ramp, turning around to face the fans, and Shane
Southern once more, before stepping through.) SOUTHERN:
Trip… I’m hopin’ ya’ change yer’ mind… Hornet’s a small
fish ta’ fry… but let me keep movin’ on, TV time don’t come cheap…
Intruders ... as far as I'm concerned, yer all a buncha' over-rated (bleep)....
n' in REALITY, I don't think ya' got much uva' chance ta' succeed in yer little
quest. Too many EGOs, not enough headroom. But I've been put on yer little
"HIT LIST" of sorts, 'cause I'm holding ... (picks up the US Title)
... this belt. Well boys, I ain't exactly a hard man ta' find, so if ya' want a
peicea' me ... if ya' want THIS TITLE, come on down, I'll be happy ta' send ya'
back to tha' arcade witha' few quaters so you can be with people yer own mental
age. Which
brings me to tha' GXW ... n' ever'body's favorite TRAITOR, MIKE PLETT! (CUE UP: “Know
Your Enemies” – Rage Against the Machine.
The crowd makes obligatory noise, as they attempt to see what’s going
on… and when the video screen shows Mike Plett and “Blade” Kendall Codine
sitting in folding chairs backstage, each clad in GXW t-shirts, they begin to
boo heavily. Plett’s head is
bandaged, but other than that he appears to be in great shape.) MP: What’s
up, CSWA? We’d meet you in the
arena… but we’d rather hang out backstage, try and not cause TOO many
problems… now then… Shane-O,
Shane-O, Shane-O… man, you were singing the praises of Wicked Sight for months
on end, weren’t you? I was singing
your praises, too, make no bones about it… we were tight.
All of us… we were a class. An
ORDER. Southern, Plett, Stanley…
and even to an extent Aho and to a lesser extent… even Triple X.
We were to reign supreme. But
it’s just like I said at the FISH FUND, you turned your back on me!
You believed whoever claimed I was GXW.
For all I know, that was YOUR voice calling me out, you coward!
And real quick, Shane, (in mockingly
“southern” accent) ‘if ya don’t mind’… let me talk about another
set of cowards… Intruders… ring your bells and whistles all you want, you
came out after we finished all the dirty work… you came out to take us down
when we’d already disposed of the CSWA’s “finest front lines”… you
came out to do what we just did, and that’s what you call MUST SEE TV? PI,
stands for (bleep)-itis, fellas… GUNS, I took you to the limits, and yeah…
you beat me. But the war is far from
over… all you guys are is a Merritt-created side show.
Who planted the seeds for this? You
guys act like you want to destroy the CSWA, but you know this is the only place
that’ll pay you what you’re used to living.
I’m not an idiot… I’m not after the CSWA’s destruction… I’m
all for its DISGRACE. You guys came
out when Merritt sent you, a big angle, getting paid the big bucks, to try and
distract the system… and these fans are LOVING it.
These fans, who didn’t give a DAMN when I gave them my body night in
and night out… these fans quit getting off on great in-ring action and my
sincere love of the crowd, and they started getting off on a bunch of queer
catchphrases and bells and whistles, and the nostalgia tour that is GUNS… what
they don’t see is, the only reason you guys are here, is to distract the GXW
from pissing on the CSWA, and the bad news for you is… you can’t stop us.
The Hornets, Southerns, Triple Xs of the world… they are what we’re
after. CODINE: There
were so many things that I needed to get off of my chest at FISH FUND.
Two years of seclusion is more than enough time for a man to reflect upon
his career and contemplate where he may have gone wrong.
For example, Sean, I have sat back and listened to how you say that you
will always be my friend, despite me “abandoning” you, however, I have to
question the sincerity of that statement. Think
back for a moment, lets say October of just last year, when we both
signed on the dotted line with the GXW. As
we both prepared to embark upon a
newfound start with the GXW, you found yourself consumed by another
organization….CSWA…. To make a long story short, you
abandoned me and I was left to fend for myself in the GXW.
Do I blame you for concentrating on the CSWA?
No, as nearly every single man in the world aside from myself would have
done the same. However, during that
time that I spent in the GXW, I met several young men who were hungry for the
opportunity to prove that they were better than any other wrestler that is
currently on the CSWA roster. From
Dan Ryan to John Miller….from Rob Sampson to Chris Lehew….from Kevin Powers
to Zero….and now to Mike Plett. They
all did something that most people in the wrestling world don’t….they
accepted me. Therefore, think before
you question as to whether or not these men are my friends.
Perhaps they are or perhaps there not, but either way we all have
something in common…. Redemption…. Just think to yourself for a moment Sean and look
around. Who stands by your side?
Will you look to the pre-occupied Shane Southern to stand by your side?
Or maybe you’ll turn to GUNS, a man who continuously reminds us of how
large his arms are. Obviously GUNS
is more concerned with himself, while at the same time trying to compensate for
short-comings in other areas, such as ability, talent, and intelligence.
Hell, he’s probably got a headache right now trying to remember how to
tie his shoes for his match tonight. Who
will you turn to Sean? Maybe the almighty and heroic HORNET…. He certainly showed how true of a friend he could
be at FISH FUND did he not? Overall, Sean, my words are always true and
although we may not currently see eye to eye, I’m sure that it will only be a
matter of time before you will see the same light that I did.
And when I say that I will always be
by your side, I mean it…. (Codine ends his words as Plett continues)
MP:
You know as well as I do, Shane, I’m as good as you are.
And what you did by alienating me, what you did to me RUINED our shot of
breaking the glass ceiling, it broke our shot of destroying the Franchises.
And now, you’re begging Hornet for his HELP to stop us, the GXW, and to
stop The Intruders… and your world is falling down, and what are you going to
do?
What everyone else does, blame Mike Plett… blame Wicked Sight for their
problems.
I carried us, Shane!
Who was the leader, who was the man that took the charge against the
Hornets and Loves and whoever… I’ve been doing it for four (bleep) years
now!
And for that, Shane… Southern:
Sight, that's the biggest bunch of bull <BLEEP> I've EVER HEARD IN
MAH' LIFE! YOU
went over ta' those GXW IDIOTS 'cause you felt like you were overshadowed where
ya' were. SHANE SOUTHERN was gettin' more attention that you, LAWRENCE STANLEY,
Evan Aho were gettin' put at the TOP of cards while you still weren't able ta'
get over tha' HUMP. So you figured,
why not go over n' hang witha' buncha' guys that I can outshine. You've got more
talent than ANY of those numskulls, so, naturally, you'd be seen as tha' best
one in tha' group. Well Sight, I got a word of advice for ya' ... bein' tha'
KING of MORON LAND ain't exactly a goal ta' be proud of. But
JUST so ya' know I CARE, JUST so ya' know that I'm all for EQUAL opportunity in
this business ... I'm gonna' KICK YER ASS just like yer were JOE SHMO from Party's
OVER. (Southern heads back up the ramp, as the GXW duo
on the video screen cut out at the same time.) (Cut
to commercial: FISH FUND recap
package – if you missed a second of the action, you can catch the entire
three-hour spectacular online at CSWAwrestling.com!) (As the scene cuts to the backstage area, the shot shows 'The Apocalypse' Gabriel Poe walking down the hallway towards his locker room. Passing by several onlookers, Poe pays them no mind as he continues down the corridor. But, as he turns the corner, he runs right into his long time companion 'The Dark Lotus' Miso who is startled to see him.) GP: Miso! Where have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you for a long time now. M: (startled) I have been doing things Gabriel. GP: Like what? M: I don't think that is any of your concern really. (Surprised, Poe steps back and continues the conversation.) GP: What are you talking about ... none of my concern. Aren't we .. M: ... look Gabriel I don't have the time right now okay? I have to go ... GP: But Miso ...
(Brushing past Poe, Miso heads down the hallway and the camera catches a face
shot of Poe trying to figure out what is going on.) (CUT
TO: The announce table.) ByB: Y’know,
Rudy… As much as I hate the GXW… it’s about time Mike Plett got his senses
about him, no one here cared about him. RS: It
makes me sick that you would say that, and it makes me sicker that he would
believe that, I thought I knew Mike Plett… but I guess something finally
snapped in that kid. Right now
though… let’s take you back to a segment from FISH FUND, just a quick
highlight… some people say it was the greatest moment of FISH FUND… Eli
Flair made his return to the CSWA, and he wasn’t the only one! ELI:
How ‘bout this? Because there’s not a single person in the locker rooms
that’s proven they have what it takes to hang with me. Because you’ve got
NOBODY who’s proven they can keep up with me, much less BEAT me. VOICEOVER:
You might need rephrase that statement (A
Mediterranean accent booms over the intercom.
A few from the crowd respond, those in the “know”, but many are
confused by the hidden speaker.) (Eli
Flair smiles with the knowledge of this surprise.) (CUT
TO: Seconds later, Deacon begins
walking down the ramp toward the ring with crutches.) DEACON:
I need to be in CSWA. I need
drive to keep going, and CSWA help give me that.
I not know if President Merritt need a man such as I, but I know I need
to be here. (Merritt
puts the mic to his mouth.) MERRITT:
The office is full, but maybe we could find you something to do around
here. DEACON:
Somet’ing? I have … idea.
You know my thoughts on faith. You
know that ‘faith is the evidence of things unseen.’.
Well, I in rehab for months now and they tell me that I improving, but I
not see enough evidence for me. Well,
I t’ink it’s time some evidence shows itself off.
I t’ink maybe we could… (Deacon
makes it down the ramp to the ring. He
stands beside it and looks out to the fans.
POP!) DEACON:
I t’ink maybe we … Eli & I … could … tear house down (Deacon
tosses his crutches aside. He stands
upright.) BB:
OH MY GOD! DEACON:
ONE (Deacon
tears his hospital gown off, revealing baggy white pants with gold crosses
emblazoned down the length of the legs on either side.) DEACON:
MORE BB:
OH MY GOD! SB:
… (Deacon
rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring.) DEACON:
TIME! (Deacon
gets into a smiling Eli Flair’s face. He
smirks as the crowd goes insane.) DEACON:
(whispers) just for ol’ times sake. (Eli
and Deacon both glance toward Merritt. He
shrugs his shoulders and then steps out of the ring.) ELI:
I guess that’s a yeah. (Deacon
nods his head. He takes off his
headset with the parting shot.) DEACON:
Let’s see what I got. BB:
HE’S BACK! THE DEACON IS
BACK IN ACTION! FOR OVER A YEAR, HE
HAS BEEN OUT OF ACTION, SUFFERING FROM M.S.
NOW, HE’S IN THE RING! SB:
… BB:
Sammy? You alright?
You’ve not said a thing since he walked out. SB:
(quietly) shut up, Billy. BB:
… I guess we have an impromptu match to call! Commissioner Merritt has
left the ring, and Eli Flair and Deacon are staring each other down in the
middle of the ring for the first time in almost three years! Deacon is in a
wrestling ring for the first time in TWO years! Listen to these people, Sammy! SB:
I don’t hear what I don’t want to hear. BB:
Deacon looks as if he’s in incredibly good shape, Sammy, and Eli Flair has
removed his shirt, showcasing an equally impressive physique. I suppose the only
question mark is how Deacon’s wrestling skills have held up in the past two
years. SB:
Y’see, Buckley… that’s where you come off as completely oblivious. BB:
Huh? SB:
Deacon might look like he’s in good shape, but the guy’s got MS. And Eli
Flair is covered with tattoos and scars. Flair no more has an impressive
physique than I do. And Deacon is more likely to stumble in pain than he is to
win another World Title. BB:
Say what you will, Sammy, but I disagree. SB:
Well what do you say, Buckley? BB:
Just have a little faith. SB:
You’re a riot. BB:
There’s no referee, I don’t think we even HAVE any left, but we’ve got Eli
Flair and Deacon circling each other, both appear wary of making the first move.
SB:
So Flair’s gonna beat up the gimp? BB:
The two men lock up--- WHOA! Deacon just muscled Flair backwards into the ropes!
SB:
And that man wants a title shot? BB:
I think Deacon caught Flair off- guard with that display of power. Listen to
these fans chanting for Deacon! SB:
Isn’t that what caused all the problems last time? BB:
Point taken, Sammy. Eli looks like he’s having a good time, however – he’s
got a smile on his face. And Deacon looks like he’s trying to SUPRESS a smile.
This is what it’s all about, Sammy. The two lock up again, but Eli lowers his
balance and gets the leverage! SB:
What’s it all about? Your ADD must’ve kicked in again. BB:
What? SB:
You started to say something and then stopped. I hate when you do that. BB:
Did I? Oh well, you’ll have to live with it. Eli backs Deacon into the corner,
and will we? Yes, a clean break from Flair. SB:
I bet that woman made him soft – he’s just not a fighter anymore. BB:
I don’t even have a chance of saying something, do I? SB:
Nope. BB:
Deacon lunges forward to lock up with Flair again – NO! Drop toe hold from the
former Champion, and he locks on an anklelock! Deacon reverses it, and kicks
Flair off! Flair off the ropes, but Deacon nips up! SB:
Interesting. BB:
Eli and Deacon just look at each other… THERE IT IS, SAMMY! ELI AND DEACON
SHAKE HANDS! (CUE
UP: “Alone I Break” – Korn)
As Lance Liezure made his way to ringside, his
‘friend’, Jessie Phillips, tagged along, a large insurance policy designed
to ward off the possible interference of the new PLR.
Although the young gun came out to a huge pop, it paled in comparison to
the crowd response of Eli Flair. Flair
got a standing ovation, and the two started off in a technical display.
The two put on a wrestling clinic, not an extreme beating that you’d
come to expect from Flair, or a high-flying hardcore onslaught from Lance
Liezure, but a pure mat wrestling clinic. Liezure
kept up, but Flair obviously showed he was the more experienced athlete.
Lance saw this and began to go after a more high-impact attack, and began
to pull Flair out of his “wrestling” mode… Flair kept his calm, not going
all out on Liezure, but definitely trading blows.
In the end, Flair came off with a clean victory over Liezure with The
Fallen One, to a huge pop and announcer marking .
Afterward, Eli raised Lance’s hand and both men left to huge crowd
noise. Winner: Eli
Flair RS: What
an outstanding display by these guys, Eli Flair definitely has the tools to go
after the heavyweight title, and Lance Liezure is certainly an up-and-coming
blue chipper here in the CSWA… and that huge guy that is watching his back
looks like he could make an impact as well… I’m expecting HUGE things from
these two… and speaking of impressive new talent, we’re going to see the
debut tonight of Aelieas Fierte
… and he’s taking on STEVE RADDER!
Also, the return of Michael Gettis, “Fearless” Jones is in action,
Kin Hiroshi… ByB: RUDY!
I’ve got something in my earpiece, it sounds like… we’ve got
cameras backstage, something’s going down between the GXW and the Intruders! (CUT TO: Backstage,
where a locker room door has the word “Intruders” across it.
The camera steps in, and zooms down to see the newly crowned tag team
champions, Eddie Mayfield and Craig Miles – The Professionals – laid out on
the ground, and standing over them is Mike Plett and GXW Heavyweight Champion
Dan Ryan, each with a chair in hand.) Ryan: Oh…
guys… I’m sorry. We normally
attack CSWA guys from the front, but you two are different… Merritt’s sent
you to distract us; you’re just a bunch of commercial t-shirt selling
machines. So we took you out the way
you stole our time at FISH FUND… Plett: Ryan…
you hear that? GUNS… (Plett and Ryan hold their chairs back, ready to
fire at GUNS, and GUNS does enter the room, plowing right into Mike Plett, and
not giving either man a chance to strike. GUNS
slams an elbow into the gut of Dan Ryan, sending him backward… and then BAM!) RS: This
is crazy! ByB: Faction
warfare, Rudy, we’d better get used to it… (Kendall Codine and “The Career Ender” Chris
Lehew reveal themselves as having been hidden behind the door, and Lehew rapped
a chair across GUNS’ back… GUNS staggers forward, and into a well place
Plett chair shot. GUNS spins around,
still on his feet, and takes a third shot, again from Lehew.
GUNS finally goes down, as the four-on-one attack was too much even for a
man of GUNS’ size and will.) Lehew: CAPTAIN
NO-NAME? Captain No-Name just kicked
your ASS, GUNS… Plett: Where’s
PI? Lehew: We
left him behind the door… (Camera cuts to behind the door, where Lehew/Codine
had been hidden… PI is wrapped in duct tape, kicking and trying to get free.) Plett: Now
then… we’re not “Must See TV”, so we don’t know how to cluster(bleep)
this TV time, but I do know how to stay consistent… I told the entire world,
that the reason I joined the GXW was to PISS on the CSWA.
Next time we meet guys, I’ll be sure to drink a LOT of water… RS: I
can’t believe what we just witnessed backstage, and I don’t know what to
make of it! All these guys want to
take out the CSWA, or so they say, but they’re fighting each other right off
the bat. They’ve got the “next
class” group of guys hot at them, the Southerns and Stanleys and Trips of the
world… and let’s not forget, the PLR… this place is going to hell in a
handbasket… ByB: It
IS must-see-TV!!! RS: And
now we’re going to see even more action, right after this break, Aelieas
Fierte makes his debut against THE ICEMAN, don’t touch that dial! (Cut
to commercial: a quick promo for
BATTLE OF THE BELTS airs before the network commercials) (The Hip Hop Express is shown walking down a hallway in the backstage area of the building. They come across a door that reads "Triple X". Both men look at each other and nod. Inferno Ice knocks on the door, to no response. Just a moment later, Sean Stevens walks up from off-camera, coming back from the front area of backstage. He looks at Inferno Ice and Boogie Smallz as if he has no clue why they are at his door.) STEVENS: What do you guys want? BOOGIE: Triple X...you are the futhamuckin' man! I saw you rip (BLEEP) up at FISH FUND...and I wanna give you props. INFERNO: Yeah homey...great showing out there. STEVENS: Uhh...thanks, I guess. BOOGIE: Look dawg, maybe you know this...maybe not. But lately we've been rollin' wit' 2Pocalypse. Now I know you got a match with him tonight...but we're here to give you our support. (Triple X looks confused.) Man, with the way he ruined our match against Men of Adventure at the pay per view and runnin' interference constantly in our matches...we are fed up. We now have a new focus and it sure as hell don't include him. INFERNO: I don't understand Gabe sometimes. I try to hit him up on the two-way all the time...he don't return my pages. I leave him voice messages, emails...and neither of us hear nothin' back. He's been goin' crazy ever since Miso has been gone. He's sprung on that chickenhead for some reason. BOOGIE: Let me put it this way. XXXtasy and Hip Hop...they go hand in hand and with GXW here, Instructors there, PTO over there...well I think we need to hook up and handle some of these fools. STEVENS: No thanks. I've got my own things if you don't mind, and I’m looking toward Hornet, not the GXW, not The Intruders, not PLR… INFERNO: Hey no problem homey. You know we're here for ya! STEVENS: Yeah ... right. (With Stevens walking away, The Hip Hop Express watch as he makes his way down the hallway.) BOOGIE: Go get 'em champ! INFERNO: Yeah! Win the big one!
With
an impressive hype surrounding the young foreigner, Fierte was determined not to
be outshined within the match, hitting some crowd-pleasing high spots, but the
fans went back to the favor of his opponent.
The young veteran Radder certainly showed off his technique, too,
however, and kept the young “Pride” down within a technical display.
Fierte showed every bit of strength, speed and tenacity that was shown
off in the video packages leading up to his arrival, getting several near falls
with a top rope arsenal, but in the end, the former CSWA Heavyweight Champion
won with a reversal of a Fierte rollup, to a massive crowd pop. Winner:
Steve Radder RS:
What an impressive debut for Aelieas Fierte, and quite a back-and-forth
match these two put on… ByB: What’s
with the boos for that guy, they popped as he flew, then they went back to
booing him? RS: These
fans simply express what’s on their mind, I can’t tell you why… I’m
getting word now in my headset that the GXW contingent of stars… ByB: Stars?
Ha… RS: Dan
Ryan, Chris Lehew, Kendall Codine and Mike Plett have left the building, folks,
and you can guarantee that the Intruders are going to find them and hunt them
down after what happened backstage… ByB: Must
See TV, all around… the Intruders are awesome.
If they really want to destroy the company, damn them… but they’re
fun to watch.
“Fearless” Jones came out to a surprisingly
warm face pop, and Seitzer put over his attitude toward wrestling, as he also
put over Nathan Cross’ impressive action within the ring.
Cross and Jones took it to each other from the start, each knowing they
had something important to prove, and Cross began to dominate.
His work ethic in the ring showed, but he had a bit of a heel tendency,
and the fans continued to rally behind “Fearless” Jones, who came back with
a big piledriver to turn the tide. Within
moments, the two were back to where they’d started, in the center of the ring
sharing right hands, and before much longer, Nathan Cross had wrapped
“Fearless” Jones up with a schoolboy. He
left to a mild, neutral reception and both men won the support of Rudy Seitzer. Winner: Nathan
Cross
“Big Time” made his return to CSWA action
with a bout against JJ DeVille, who Fargo Strutted his way into the ring to
promptly get hit with a superkick. Gettis
followed through with a fabulous display of aggressive tactics, playing the
cocky heel even when destroying JJ. JJ’s
screams for help were never catered to by “Big Time” as he continued the
onslaught. Gettis finally finished
him off with a huge brainbuster for the 1, 2, 3. Winner: “Big
Time” Michael Gettis (CUT TO: Backstage again, the shot shows 'The Apocalypse' Gabriel Poe looking for 'The Dark Lotus' Miso. As he continues to search for her he runs across The Hip Hop Express who are taking a 'relaxing moment' in the back.) POE: What's goin' on? BOOGIE: You know ... chillin' ... smokin' ... chillin' POE: I don't remember seeing you two on the card tonight. What's up? What are you two doin' here? INFERNO: Man what's up with you? Since when did you become our watcher? We can go as we please. BOOGIE: Relax man. Can't you see the man has a match later on? INFERNO: Oh yeah ... against Trips. Hey Poe shouldn't you be getting ready for that? Word says he's gonna punk you out and make ya his hizzo tonight. POE: I wouldn't bet on that if I was you. (Poe is about to turn and walk away, but Inferno interupts.) INFERNO: By the way Poe (with a sly smirk on his face) how's Miso? (Stopping in his tracks Poe turns around and looks Inferno right in the face.) POE: What are you talking about? INFERNO: Just wanna know if she's okay. Feelin' good. Able to walk. You know ... just makin' sure. POE: (angered) You Son-of-a ... (Poe tries to go towards Inferno, but Boogie breaks it up.) BOOGIE: Alright chill man. You two need to pump yo’ brakes! Poe you go do your thang and I'll take care of this alright? POE: But ... BOOGIE: Poe I GOT this alright? (Hesitant for a moment Poe complies.) POE: Yeah ... (looking right at Inferno) you better have this under control. (As Poe is walking away Boogie turns towards Inferno.) BOOGIE: Did you have to do that? INFERNO: (another smirk) Yeah ... I had to.
The Muffin Man came into this bout with a strong
fan base, although the commentators took some time to discuss which ‘side’
he might be on, sense he wrestles in GXW. Nathan
Storm took a technical offense to Kin Hiroshi, attacking his legs and trying to
keep him grounded, playing a serious heel the entire time.
Hiroshi came back with a springboard elbow, and then followed up with a
continued high-flying attack. Several
reversals of tide later, Kin came up with the Winner: Kin
Hiroshi
joined in progress, at the ByB: Well,
this “next class” doesn’t matter to Triple X, and apparently Hornet
does… but right now, he needs to worry about the right hand that keeps hitting
his head! RS: Gabriel
Poe is certainly the aggressor at the moment, what a large man he is.
Triple X is throwing shots from his knee, but they aren’t doing much to
stop Gabriel Poe, who comes with a big elbow to Trip’s forehead, and Sean
Stevens has went down again. This
match started out with X all over the place, but Apocalypse has definitely
slowed this one down to favor his own strategy… ByB: You
know… so… much… Rudy… RS: Cork
it, kid, before I send you to your daddy. ByB: Listen
up, feather-face, I’m not… RS: Wait
a minute, Billy… what’s the Hip Hop Express doing out here? ByB: Well,
you mental giant… they were playing some two-sided games back there… judging
by the fact that Miso is on Inferno’s arm, I’d say they’re here to rub
something in Apocalypse’ face! RS: Apocalypse
looks a little distracted… ByB: Like
I said, mental giant… RS: DESPERATION
MOVE BY TRIPLE X, SEAN STEVENS WITH A GIANT SIZED DROPKICK, AND APOCALYPSE REELS
INTO THE CORNER, APOCALYPSE STUMBLES INTO THE ROPES AND TRIPLE X FOLLOWS IT WITH
A FLYING FOREARM, AND NOW A SERIES OF SHOTS… APOCALYPSE OVER THE TOP ROPE!
ByB: That
distraction worked, Rudy! RS: Like
I said, cork it kid. Triple X
flies over the top! PLANCHA OVER THE
TOP, he took Apoc back down, and now a series of right hands to the head of
Apocalypse, that little distraction may have been the only break Sean Stevens
needed to take down the mighty Apocalypse, no one can doubt that he’s one of
the best we have to offer in the CSWA, and if all these groups really have been
formed to destroy the CSWA, he may be one of our only hopes… ByB: If
he even cares… RS: That’s
a valid point, grasshopper, and with that Trip rolls his larger opponent back
into the ring, and now with a leap over the top rope, somersault leg drop and
the cover! One, two… no, no he
doesn’t… Apocalypse kicks out, and he leans on the middle rope immediately,
he’s saying something to Inferno… TRIPLE X TAKES ADVANTAGE AGAIN, DROPKICK
TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, AND TRIPLE X FLIES INTO THE FAR SIDE, COMES OFF WITH A
SPLASH AND APOCALYPSE’ HEAD MIGHT JUST COME OFF, WHAT IMPACT BY TRIPLE X!
ByB: Women.
THAT’S what women will do to ya. For
all you 14-year-old guys that are at home playing pocket pool, let me remind
you, that the longer you’re doing that, the longer … RS: BILLY!
Didn’t you hear Merritt at FISH FUND?
No more FCC fines! ByB: Fine…
fine… fine… RS: Apocalypse
back to his feet, he shoves Triple X… STEVENS BUMPED THE REF, ByB: They
drop like flies around here, I say we by them some headgear and pads…
they’re blind as bats and keep getting in the way. RS: Poe
tosses Triple X out to the floor, and he’s following him out there, but
look… he’s way more focused on talking to the Hip Hop Express than he is
doing anything to Triple X. That’s
a strange place for Apocalypse, he’s always been focused on breaking people,
but this deal with Miso… ByB: Miso’s
saying something to him, and look at Inferno and Boogie… they’re helping
Triple X up! RS: They
seem to have something against… “2Pocalypse” as they’ve been calling
him… ByB: SUCKER!
Man, I don’t think Trip wanted their help… and I KNOW he didn’t
want that shot to the head! We’ve
got a blind ref down, a woman in the way and the rappers beating on a guy named
Triple X, this is the CSWA folks… RS: The
Hip Hop Express, doing a number on Sean Stevens!
Pounding away at the ribs and back of a man that went through HELL and
back at FISH FUND, and now Apocalypse is helping, all three of these men are
taking turns tagging the smallest man out there, and now… OH right into the
steps… the referee starting to get up, but it’s not going to do much good
now, the damage has been done… Apocalypse rolls Triple X into the ring, and it
still looks like he’s confused about the scene outside, but he goes for a
pinfall… referee slow to count… there he goes now though… one……
two…… NO! Triple X gets a
shoulder up! Triple X gets his
shoulder up, and Apocalypse doesn’t believe it!
ByB: RS: And
Inferno Ice sees that, he gets on the apron, Triple X goes to push him off…
APOCALYPSE CATCHES X, HE’S GOT HIM UP! SEVENTH
SEAL! A ByB: And
the ref… is back on the mat… RS: One……
two…… three… three! Apocalypse
gets the crooked win, chalk up the assist to the Hip Hop Express, but look at
that look on Apocalypse’ face! He
looks like a satisfied man right there, with a pinfall victory, but let’s not
take anything from Triple X, he had a war at FISH FUND and had it not been for
the Hip Hop Express, who’s to say he wouldn’t have defeated Gabriel Poe? ByB: It
doesn’t matter, one, two, three, he got beat… I’m so sick of excuses
around this place. RS: We’ll
be right back after this commercial with our main event… Lawrence Stanley is
taking on Evan Aho, right here in (Cut to commercial break. Before the network promos cut in, the CSWA airs its own commercial hyping the new Mark Windham: "Legend? Psycho? X-File? CHAMPION" shirt) (CUT TO: As Gabriel Poe and Boogie are elsewhere, Miso and Inferno are shown near one of the soda machines talking after the events before the break.) MISO: Do you think he really suspects anything? INFERNO: Man I hope not, but if he does I really don't care. MISO: Inferno don't talk like that ... (Before Inferno can say anything Poe and Boogie show up.) BOOGIE: Hey you two ready? Let's roll!
(Unsuspecting of anything ... the four leave the arena.) RS:
Fans, we’ve got to rewind the tape and show you what just went down
while we went to commercial. As
“Triple X” Sean Stevens headed up the rampway, HORNET came out.
Roll that footage, Marvin! (The
crowd pops as “Hero” begins to play and Hornet steps out onto the rampway,
wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Triple
X stops at the bottom of the ramp… it looks like his bad night has gotten
worse.) RS:
He’s not scheduled to be here, tonight! ByB:
Apparently he was in the area… Hornet:
Sean, Sean, Sean…. (shakes head) A
little bird in the back told me you saw fit to issue me a ‘warning.’
I didn’t realize you were the cop on the CSWA beat now, kid.
But I figured since you wanted to give me a ‘warning,’ I better be
here to sign it. (crowd pops)
(Stevens
starts to walk up the rampway.) Hornet:
Whoa there, Trips. I didn’t
cut in on your time, you can at least give me a chance to respond.
Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for hugs later.
You’ve got every right to be mad about me ‘costing’ you the US
Title, Sean. But as for
‘disrespecting’ you and your life… as Nell Carter would say, “Gimme a
Break.” I
reached out a hand to you after ANNIVERSARY and you slapped it away, because you
were more interested in making a name for yourself by taking out your childhood
hero, and more interested in throwing my personal life at me so you could
somehow prove you’re a better man than I am.
That may very well be true, Sean, but you’ve still got a few years
before we’re on even ground on that score. Ivy
and I had several talks a long, long time ago about how to handle our personal
lives and our business lives. And
one of the rules was, they don’t mix, as much as we can help it.
Obviously, both of us broke that rule on more than one occasion.
But that ‘kiss’ at FISH FUND wasn’t about us, it was about you,
Sean. It was about distracting you
from the title, and it worked. You
wanna hurt me, Sean? Great.
Go for it. I’ve been hurt
more times than I can count. But
I’m still here, aren’t I? If you were a smart man, you'd understand that we've got more pressing matters to attend to, like Shane tried to tell you. But you're more interested in 'proving' yourself against me. Just remember, whenever all this is over, that is was YOU that slapped the hand away. YOU that decided to make it personal. But I won't make ya wait any longer, Sean. Let's go ahead and give the fans what they wanna see. (Crowd pop.) RS: And Stevens doesn't waste any time! He charges up the rampway, and we've got a melee in front of the entryway. Stevens barrels into Hornet and both men go down hard! Stevens on top fires off several rights, but quickly gets turned over by the larger man. Hornet with some hard punches of his own. And here comes security! ByB: Security? Let 'em go at it! (The footage ends and we head back live to Seitzer.) RS: I don't think any of us expected THAT confrontation between those two tonight. I didn't even know Hornet was in the arena! ByB: I think they have him packed away in a little trunk somewhere at all times, just in case. RS: Let's head down as Rhubarb Jones announces our final match of the night between two men who have to be considered contenders to the World Title!
The main event featured two men both coming off FISH FUND losses. The former World Champion took early control of the match over his larger opponent, using his skill and technical expertise to eliminate the size differential. Stanley, a former US Champion himself, and the almost-Presidential Champ at FISH FUND, quickly found a way to capitalize, going after Aho's injured shoulder. Aho was obviously in pain, but after a shoulderbreaker and three-count pin by Stanley, Aho's pain turned into frustration. After the match, Aho pounded the mat with his good arm, avoiding a post-match handshake offered by Stanley. Winner: "The English Gent" Lawrence Stanley RS: Folks, thanks for joining us here for CSWA: ON TIME! We'll see you at PRIMETIME as we continue the march to BATTLE OF THE BELTS! |
