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Post by Hollywood on Jul 20, 2008 16:18:58 GMT -6
Shot opens inside Grapevine High School, the fans going crazy!
Mark Followill: From Grapevine High School in Grapevine, TX, home of the Grapevine Mustangs, it's SNW Onslaught! And we have just received news that Soul Reaper has been taken out of action!
Jason Martel: That's right! We understand that someone from our camera crew caught the attack while they were testing out the camera, and we'll have that footage later today.
Mark Followill: And now not only is Wench in a disadvantage in the tag title tournament, but Matt Margera is in a disadvantage with the War Games coming up!
"Ecstasy of Gold" blares over the PA, and out come the Sports Nutz and Gordon Heath to resounding boos from the crowd. George and Craig throw peanuts at the fans as they walk down the aisle. The boos intensify as the fans see that George is wearing a Colleyville Heritage football jersey, and Craig is wearing a Colleyville Heritage basketball jersey.
Monica Deluca: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Sports Nutz and "The Excellent Gordie" Gordon Heath!
Mark Followill: Well the bandwagon jumpers of SNW, Gordon Heath, George Dunpork and Craig "Senior" Mueller, are about to grace us with their presence.
Jason Martel: That's right, on the top-rated show in television today, Sports Talk. And boy do they have big doings this weekend, as their guest is Alexander Draven, who will be revealing who the hooded figure we saw two weeks ago.
Gordie, George and Craig enter the ring, which is all set up for Sports Talk. There's a coffee table in the middle with bobblehead dolls made in the likenesses of Gordie, George and Craig on the table. There are two black leather couches; one on the left of the table, and one on the right. Microphones happen to be laying down on the table. Gordie, George and Craig enter the ring and sit down on the leather couch that is on the left side of the table and pick up their respective mics.
Gordie: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sports Talk!
The crowd boos even more as Gordie and the Sports Nutz appear to be agitated by the heat they're receiving.
Gordie: Let's not waste any time, as we have a big show on tap. Our guest this week will be part of Hellspawn's team in the War Games match at Summer Bash on August 3 in Dallas, TX. And this man is here to reveal the hooded figure who had his control over the events that took place two weeks ago on Onslaught. Give a warm welcome to Alexander Draven!
"Your Disease" by Saliva hits, and the lights dim slightly. Alexander Draven and the hooded figure come out from behind the curtain and walk down to the ring to a mixed reaction. Alexander and the hooded man get into the ring and sit down on the couch that is on the right and pick up their mics.[/i]
Craig Mueller: Welcome to Sports Talk, Alexander and... well... whoever you are, hooded man.
Alexander Draven: Well, thanks for having us, I guess.
The hooded man shows no reaction, to anyone.
Alexander Draven: Is there any particular reason it was me you guys chose to have out here? Because you should really know I don't do this very often.
Dunpork: Well two weeks ago on Onslaught, that hooded man over there attacked Soul Reaper at the behest of Hellspawn, then attacked Rick Roll at your behest. Now we want to know, are you in a bidding war with Hellspawn over that hooded man, or are you and the hooded man in collusion with Hellspawn? And just who in the blue hell is that hooded man?
Draven: Hmmm, why would I even need to be in a bidding war with Hellspawn for him? Attacking Rick Roll was me, he just helped a little. I would tell you who he is, but I'm afraid your brains might explode if I told you.
Alexander laughs a little to himself.[/i]
Gordie: Oh come on. Certainly you can tell us. I mean, I do sign your paycheck after all.
Draven: I don't care whether you sign my pay checks or not to be totally honest. You'll find out when you're ready to. Anyways, if you own this place, shouldn't you know anyway?
Craig Mueller: Well we don't know who it is because we never saw this hooded guy until he showed up and attacked Soul Reaper. And we've never seen him without his hood.
Dunpork: Hold on, I bet I know who it is. It's Revelation, isn't it? He realized that the promotion he's working for is a sinking ship, so he talked to you about getting him here to SNW, didn't you? Well, Rev, sorry pal but the door is shut for you, you sexist pig.
Craig Mueller: You're one to be calling people sexist pigs.
Dunpork: Shut up! Anyway, Alexander, is that hooded man Revelation?
Alexander laughs a little.[/i]
Draven: Sorry for laughing, but who is Revelation? I've never heard that name in my life. Was he someone from SNW? or just anyone at all really? So yeah, he isn't Revelation. If I were you two, I'd just give up guessing. It's not going to get you anywhere.
Craig gets up out of the sofa he's sitting on and walks over to the hooded man. He tries to take a peek into the hood, but the hooded man pushes him away, then floors him with a superkick that knocks Craig out cold as the crowd cheers like crazy. Gordie and George shoot up out of the sofa and go to check on Craig, then berate and yell at Alexander Draven and the hooded man. Draven and the hooded man just get up and walk off as Gordie keeps yelling at them to come back and apologize.[/i]
Mark Followill: Needless to say, I don't think Gordon Heath is going to get an apology from Alexander Draven or this hooded man that is with him.
Jason Martel: How could that hooded man be so disrespectful as to lay his hands on the General Manager of SNW, Craig "Senior" Mueller?!
Mark Followill: Well what would you do if someone was disrespecting your space?
Jason Martel: I certainly wouldn't lay my hands on the people who are in authority over me!
Mark Followill: What about Matt Margera?
Jason Martel: Well he abuses his power, so it doesn't matter if I were to lay my hands on him.
Mark shakes his head.[/i]
Mark Followill: Fans, when we come back, we have the first of our two semi-finals matches in the tag team title tournament, as Viper and "Kid Thunder" Alex Daniels take on Stank Lovve and DevilDog of the Tru Playas!
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Post by Hollywood on Jul 20, 2008 16:20:06 GMT -6
Mark Followill: This is the first match in the semi-finals of the tag tournament.
Jason Martel: With Viper and Alex not getting along and Stank adding Devildog at the last minute, this should be an interesting match.
Mark Followill: Well let's head to the ring to see what happens.
"Unpredictable" hits as Stank Love and DevilDog walk out to a huge pop. They slap a few hands on the way to the ring.
Monica Deluca: The following match is the first semi-final match for the tag team tournament. Introducing first, the team of Stank Love and DevilDog, the Tru Playas!
Stank and DevilDog climb into the ring a pose for the fans. "Thunderstruck" hits as Alex Daniels comes out to a chorus of boos.
Monica Deluca: And their opponents, first from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing 220 pounds, "Kid Thunder" Alex Daniels!
Alex is still walking to the ring when the lights in the arena goes out and "Sinner" starts palying. Alex looks back towards the entrance with a pissed look on his face.
Monica Deluca: And his partner, from Fayetteville, NC and weighing 324 pounds, "The Ultimate SINner" of SNW, Viper!
Mark Followill: Jason, just like you pointed out earlier, Viper and Alex Daniels have not been able to get along since this tournament has begun.
Jason Martel: That's right. How they've made it to the semi-finals is a miracle in it of itself.
Viper walks out and walks down the aisle right by Alex. Viper climbs into the ring as Alex walks behind him looking pissed off. Viper climbs into the ring as Alex slides under it.
Mark Followill: And we can see how much Viper and Alex like each other.
Jason Martel: They get along as good as Hellspawn and Matt Margera.
The ref calls for the bell as Viper tells Alex he will start the match. Alex pushes him and rushes DevilDog, but he gets taken down by an arm drag by DevilDog. Viper shakes his head and goes to his corner. Alex quickly gets back to his feet and pushes DevilDog. DevilDog slaps Alex across the face and applies a headlock. Alex tries to whip DevilDog off but DevilDog holds onto the headlock. DevilDog takes Alex down and holds onto the headlock. Alex slowly gets to his feet and buries a few elbows to DevilDog's gut before whipping him into the ropes. Alex tries for a backdrop but DevilDog stops short and kicks Alex in the shoulder and applying a headlock. DevilDog takes Alex down with a snapmare and kicks him hard in the back. DevilDog pulls Alex to his feet and slams him down hard wth a bodyslam. DevilDog drops a standing elbow across Alex's face and drags him to his corner.
Mark Followill: Alex rushed in to the match and look what it has got him.
Jason Martel: Well he should have listened to Viper in the beginning.
DevilDog tags in Stank Love who hits Alex with a right hand knocking him to the ground. Stank pulls Alex to his feet and hits a belly to belly suplex. Stank covers. ONE... TWO... Alex kicks out. Stank pulls Alex to his feet and whips him into the corner. Stank follows him in with a hard clothsline, but Alex gets out of the way as Stank crashes in the corner. Stank turns around, and Alex grabs him by the arm. Arm wrench, then Alex hits Stank with a mule kick. Alex knocks Stank down with a sweep kick. Alex hesitates, then decides to tag in Viper. Viper and Alex stare each other down as they switch places. Viper picks Stank up and whips him into the ropes. Stank comes off the ropes, and Viper hits him with a big boot, knocking him down. But Stank is able to roll to his corner and make the tag to DevilDog. DevilDog rushes in, going for a Yakuza Kick, but Viper grabs his leg and takes him down with a Dragon Screw. DevilDog slow to get to his feet, and Viper grabs him and picks him up by the throat. Viper then slams him down with a double-handed chokeslam. Viper with a cover. ONE... TWO...
Mark Followill: What the hell?! Alex Daniels just broke up the pin for his team!
Jason Martel: I think Alex Daniels wants to make sure he's the one that makes the pin.
Viper gets up and yells at Alex, who goes back to the corner. Viper shouts "The hell are you doing?!" Alex just smirks at Viper. Viper slaps Alex across the face, gets out of the ring, and walks off to the back. Viper clasps his left hand to his right arm, making the "STICK IT!" gesture at Alex Daniels, who looks on in shock. The ref tells Alex to get in the ring, telling him that the slap in the face was a legal tag.
Mark Followill: And the Mega Powers explode!
Jason Martel: Wrong show, Mark!
Alex gets in the ring, and DevilDog is back up. DevilDog greets Alex with an Implant DDT. DevilDog with a cover. ONE... TWO... Alex kicks out. DevilDog whips Alex into the ropes. Alex comes off the ropes, but catches his momentum and counters DevilDog with a snap hurricanrana. ONE... TWO... DevilDog kicks out. Alex picks DevilDog up and slams him down with a Sambo Suplex. Alex with another cover. ONE... TWO... And DevilDog kicks out again. Alex picks DevilDog up, but DevilDog from out of nowhere kicks Alex in the gut, grabs him in a front facelock and spins him around, nailing a spinning Implant DDT.
Mark Followill: Code of Silence! Cover! ONE... TWO... THREE!
Monica Deluca: Your winners, the team of Stank Lovve and DevilDog, the Tru Playas!
Jason Martel: That no good Viper, abandoning Alex Daniels. Now Alex has been screwed out of being a tag team champion!
Mark Followill: What?! It was Alex Daniels who was being selfish, and he paid for it!
Shot switches to the backstage area, where SNW Commissioner George Dunpork confronts Viper.
Dunpork: The hell was that all about?! You just up and leave your partner when the going gets tough?!
Viper: Hey, Fatpork! Alex Daniels kept running his mouth, and kept trying to hog the spotlight, so I thought I'd give it to him. Now since you're the commissioner, why don't you make a match for Summer Bash? Me and Alex Daniels, one-on-one!
Dunpork: Well be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it!
Viper storms off as the shot fades.
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Post by Hollywood on Jul 20, 2008 16:21:10 GMT -6
Mark Followill: We now come to the second semi final match to find out who will face Stank Love and Devildog.
Jason Martel: Well the Alley Ratz have the advantage with what happened earlier in the day.
Mark Followill: For those that have not heard, Soul Reaper was attacked when he arrived in the arena and has been taken to the hospital with a concussion. We will now show you the footage of the attack.
The scene cuts to earlier in the day when Soul Reaper is seen arriving. He walks towards the arena when he spots the hooded figure standing in front of the entrance. Soul Reaper drops his bag and advances towards the hooded figure when from behind another hooded figure hits him in the back with a tire iron. The hooded figure then pulls Soul Reaper up and throws him into a wall head first. Soul Reaper lays on the ground not moving as the hooded figure walks away and officials rush to Soul Reaper.
Mark Followill: Thanks to that attack Wench must now face both Alley Ratz on her own.
Jason Martel: Well that should prove that the hooded guy isn't with Hellspawn cause he just screwed Wench.
Mark Followill: Lets head to the ring for the introductions.
"Chicken Huntin" hits as the Alley Ratz come out to a nice pop.
Monica Deluca: The follwing match is the last semi-final match for the tag team championship. Introducing first, Twitch and Eddy, the Alley Ratz.
The Alley Ratz hit the ring and pose for the fans who cheer for them.
Monica Deluca: And their opponent.
"My Time" hits as Wench comes out with Hellspawn walking behind her.
Mark Followill: What is Hellspawn doing here?
Jason Martel: He is probably making sure the hooded figure doesn't try to attack Wench.
Mark Followill: Or he is here to help Wench get to the finals.
Monica Deluca: Accompanied to the ring by Hellspawn, this is Wench.
Wench and Hellspawn walk to the ring as the fans give Wench a deafening pop. Wench climbs into the ring and Hellspawn stands a few feet from the ring. Wench looks across at the Alley Ratz with no fear in her eyes.
The ref calls for the bell as Eddy and Wench start the match. Eddy and Wench circle each other before locking up in a collar and elbow tieup. Eddy gets a headlock on Wench but she quickly reverses it into a arm bar. She trips Eddy from behind and drops a elbow to the small of his back. Wench quickly gets Eddy to his feet and whips him into the corner and follows him in with a clothsline. Wench climbs to the second rope and hits Eddy with ten right hands, leaving him slumped in the corner. Wench continues to kick Eddy in the corner as the ref pulls her off and gives her a warning.
Mark Followill: Wench is showing a mean streak we haven't seen before.
Jason Martel: Well it's two on one she has to be a little more aggressive.
Wench pulls Eddy out of the corner and hits a suplex and goes for a quick cover. ONE... TWO... Eddy kicks out. Wench pulls Eddy to his feet and hits a back drop on him before hitting the ropes and dropping a elbow across his face. She again goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Eddy kicks out. Wench gets Eddy back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When he comes off she hits a dropkick right to his face. Wench hits the ropes again but Twitch hits her from behind with his arm. Wench turns around and goes for Twitch as Eddy sneaks up behind her and hits a quick reverse DDT. Eddy tag in Twitch then hold Wench up why Twitch gets a free kick to her gut. Twitch grabs Wench by the head and hits a swining neck breaker. Twitch covers ONE... TWO... Wench kicks out.
Mark Follwill: The Alley Ratz used their two on one advantage to get control here.
Jason Martel: Well I know Hellspawn doesn't want Wench to get hurt, so he may step in soon.
Twitch hits the ropes and hits a baseball slide dropkick to Wench's face. He quickly gets to his feet and hits a back senton on Wench. Twitch pulls Wench to her feet and whips her into the ropes before hitting a spinning heel kick. Twitch covers. ONE... TWO... Wench barely gets her shoulder up. Twitch pulls Wench to her corner and tags in Eddy. The Alley Ratz hit a double suplex on Wench. Eddy covers. ONE... TWO... Wench again barely kicks out.
Mark Followill: Wench refuses to be pinned.
Jason Martel: Well she is tough, we all know that.
Eddy with a snap suplex to Wench, then he tags Twitch back in. They both pick Wench up and nail her with a Double Fisherman's Buster. The ref orders Eddy back to the corner as Twitch goes for a pin. Twitch yells at the ref to come count. ONE... TWO... Wench gets her shoulder up. Hellspawn can been seen standing near the ring now yelling at Wench. Eddy pulls Wench up and quickly hits a DDT on her before climbing to the top rope. Eddy goes for a moonsault but Wench rolls out the way at the last second as Eddy crashes hard into the mat. Wench quickly gets to her feet and rolls Eddy, who has staggered back to his feet, up in a schoolboy. ONE... TWO... THREE!
Monica Deluca: Here is your winner and moving onto the finals, Wench.
Mark Followill: Why didn't Twitch break up the pin?
Jason Martel: Maybe we can see something on the replay.
The replay shows that Hellspawn grabbed Twitch and pulled him off the apron and hit a right hand why Wench was getting the pin.
Mark Followill: Well it seems Hellspawn wasn't just here to watch.
Jason Martel: What he did no different then a tag partner keeping the opponent from the ring.
Wench rolls out of the ring quickly and joins Hellspawn ringside. She motions for a mic, and Monica Deluca hands her one.
Wench: After what happened tonight, I am sorry to say that Soul Reaper is no longer my partner and I will win the titles by myself.
Wench drops the mic and heads to back with Hellspawn as the crowd seems confused with what just happened.
Mark Followill: How does she plan to win the titles by herself?
Jason Martel: Got me.
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Post by Hollywood on Jul 20, 2008 16:22:02 GMT -6
Brenda Price is standing backstage, ready to interview Enigmah.
Brenda Price: Welcome back to Onslaught. I'm Brenda Price, and I'm standing by with yet another newcomer to SNW, but someone who is no stranger to the wrestling business, Enigmah. Recently, it seems that you've scared Hannah into never returning to an SNW ring while she was recovering from her injury.
Enigmah: Well, Brenda, Hannah had been causing trouble for my friends, and nobody messes with my friends.
Brenda Price: Recently, Emo Kid, your opponent this week, spoke up about how you threatened Hannah and seems to have this notion that she'll return to SNW.
Enigmah: Emo Kid, you need to quit living in this fantasy world of yours. This fantasy world that you live in where Hannah is coming back to SNW, and that you and her will live happily ever after... snap out of it right now! Hannah isn't coming back to SNW, and she never had feelings for you and never will! I'm surprised you would even think that would be a possibility considering the comments you make about being able to beat an opponent simply because they're a female. Emo, you're about to find out in a most painful way just how women and men are equal in a lot of respects these days.
Shot switches to ringside. The lights go out, and a beating pulse is heard on the speakers. "Careless Whisper" hits, and the crowd boos loudly as Emo Kid comes out from behind the curtain with a furious look on his face.
Monica Deluca: This match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Bakersfield, CA and weighing 185 pounds... Emo Kid!
Mark Followill: Emo Kid is like a man without a country. He got kicked out of whatever was left of Chaos by Hellspawn, and while he accepted Matt Margera's offer to be on his team in the War Games match at Summer Bash, I can't think of anyone on that team that likes him. Now he's gone off and made enemies with Enigmah before she even set foot in an SNW ring!
Jason Martel: Mark, Emo Kid marches to the beat of his own drummer. He doesn't care about hearing the cheers of these moron fans, he doesn't care who's mad at him. All he cares about is winning and cutting himself. And that's all that matters here in this sport of pro wrestling, winning. Not if you are cheered by the moron fans or if you're good friends with someone.
Emo Kid gets in the ring and sits down in the corner as the lights come back on. "The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails blares over the PA. Enigmah comes out from behind the curtain as the crowd is cheering her on. She has one hand on her hip, and she plays to the crowd with her other hand as the crowd continues to cheer her on.
Monica Deluca: And his opponent, from Lancashire, England and weighing 140 pounds, Enigmah!
Mark Followill: And listen to these fans as they jump to their feet for the newcomer, Enigmah! This woman has beaten cancer, and this week, she's looking to beat Emo Kid.
Jason Martel: You know I thought the British invasion of Texas ended when Chris Adams died, but then these limeys Silvus, Enigmah, and Alexander Draven decided to come over here. I've even seen Hellspawn hang out with Nathaniel Draven!
Mark Followill: Did you just call them limeys?!
Jason Martel: Yeah, got a problem with it?!
Mark Followill: Please.
Enigmah is slapping hands with the fans on her way down the aisle, but Emo Kid gets out of the ring and charges toward her. He swings a wild right hand and misses as Enigmah ducks and goes behind him. Emo turns around and is nailed with a series of right hands by Enigmah. Emo Kid turns his luck around by gouging her eyes, much to the disdain of the crowd. Emo grabs Enigmah by the head and slams her head on the security railing, then drags her by her head over to ringside. He attempts to slam her headfirst into the ring apron, but Enigmah blocks it, then slams Emo headfirst into the apron. Referee Danny Travers yells at them to bring the action into the ring. Enigmah ignores the ref, instead electing to kick Emo in the gut, followed up by a belly to belly suplex. Enigmah stomps away at Emo, then picks him up and rolls him into the ring.
Mark Followill: The bell sounds and NOW the match is officially underway.
Jason Martel: C'mon, Emo Kid! Don't let this bi...
Mark Followill: HEY! HEY! HEY! Watch it!
Enigmah picks Emo Kid up and whips him into the corner. Enigmah charges after him, but he gets out of the way as Enigmah crashes into the corner and staggers about. Emo Kid dropkicks her in the back, sending her crashing chest-first into the corner. She staggers back, and Emo rolls her up. ONE... TWO... Enigmah kicks out. Enigmah back up, but Emo Kid kicks behind her legs, then knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. Emo with a quick cover. ONE... TWO... Enigmah kicks out.
Mark Followill: Enigmah refusing to stay down.
Jason Martel: That's a first for her.
Mark Followill: WHAT?!
Emo picks Enigmah and whips her into the ropes. He ducks down, but Enigmah leapfrogs over him and goes to run to the other ropes. Emo turns around and is knocked down by a clothesline from Enigmah. Enigmah with a stomp to Emo's chest, followed by a leg drop. Enigmah goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Emo kicks out. Enigmah picks Emo up by the head, but Emo brings her down with a jawbreaker. Emo picks Enigmah up and brings her over to the ropes, then rakes her eyes across the ropes, the fans booing in disapproval. The ref admonishes Emo, but he puts his hands up in the air like he's innocent. Emo follows up with a hard slap to the back, followed by a hard slap to Enigmah's chest. Emo whips Enigmah into the ropes. She comes off the ropes, and Emo goes for a hiptoss, but Enigmah blocks it. She flips backward onto her feet, picks Emo up, and slams him down with a back suplex.
Mark Followill: Enigmah goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... And Emo Kid gets the shoulder up.
Jason Martel: Emo Kid wants to prove that Hellspawn made a mistake when he kicked him off his team.
Enigmah picks Emo up and goes to lock in a cobra clutch, but Emo makes it over to the ropes, springboards off of them and flips over as Enigmah holds onto the clutch, but with her shoulders pinned to the mat. ONE... TWO... Enigmah barely gets free of the pin. Emo goes to pick Enigmah up, but she rolls him into a small package. ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Emo kicks out at two and three quarters. Emo and Enigmah back up. Emo nails Enigmah with a dropsault, and she rolls to the outside. She tries to regain her bearings, but Emo runs and bounces off the ropes on the other side, then jumps and flies over, clearing the ropes and landing a flying plancha onto Enigmah as they both hit the floor. The crowd gives a nice pop for the plancha.
Mark Followill: Emo Kid took himself out with that flying plancha.
Jason Martel: That's why they're called high RISK maneuvers. Emphasis on "risk."
The ref begins the ten count, and both Enigmah and Emo Kid slowly get to their feet. The ref's count is at five as Emo knees Enigmah in the mid section, then rolls her into the ring. Emo gets onto the apron, grabs hold of the ropes, and flips over, landing a senton onto Enigmah. Emo picks Enigmah up and slams her down to the mat with a high angle sidewalk slam. Emo with a cover. ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Enigmah barely gets the shoulder up at two and three quarters. Emo Kid pounds the mat in frustration and stands up, getting into the ref's face and yelling at him that it was three. The ref gets back into Emo's face and tells him it was two. Emo turns around, and Enigmah nails him with a DDT. Enigmah grabs Emo by the feet, lifting his legs up, and stomps him on the groin to a big pop from the crowd. Enigmah then proceeds to go over to the corner and climb to the top turnbuckle.
Mark Followill: Enigmah looking to land a high risk maneuver of her own.
Jason Martel: This is a big mistake for her. She should just cover Emo for the victory.
Enigmah comes flying down with a diving headbutt, but Emo rolls out of the way and Enigmah misses and crashes hard onto the mat, clutching to her head and convulsing in pain. Emo stomps on Enigmah to keep her down, then goes over to the ropes like he's going to the outside, but he stands on the ring apron as Enigmah slowly gets up. Emo jumps up and springboards off the ropes and goes for The Damaged Ego, but Engimah rolls out of the way. However, Emo Kid prepares himself for Enigmah to get out of the way and lands on his feet. He laughs at the audience, pointing to his head to tell everyone how smart he is. But when he turns around, Enigmah kicks him in the gut and nails him with a Stone Cold Stunner that sends him flying up and down to the mat as the crowd comes to their feet with a deafening roar.
Mark Followill: Enigmah with a Stunner, BAH GAWD! ONE... TWO... THREE!
Monica Deluca: Here is your winner... Enigmah!
Jason Martel: That trollop is lucky! That's all she is, is lucky!
Mark Followill: Well you know what they say. Better to be lucky then good.
--COMMERCIAL--
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Post by Hollywood on Jul 20, 2008 16:22:55 GMT -6
Rick Roll is dancing about in the locker room, snapping his fingers in tune as he sings "Never Gonna Give You Up."
Rick Roll: Never gonna give you up,
Never gonna let you...
Rick stops and looks up. Camera pans over and it's Dave Mason, who has a quizzical look on his face, as if to say "What in the world?" Camera zooms out so that both men are in the camera shot.
Dave Mason: Dear God, I hope you weren't just dedicating that song to me. Not that there's anything wrong with people that swing that way, but I don't.
Rick Roll: Whoa, whoa. I was just doing my pre-match ritual. I wasn't trying to come onto you in any way.
Dave Mason: Look, I just wanted to come by to make sure that you know that I'm not your ally or anything. I'm just here to make sure that Anthony Spiccoli and the Williams Sisters don't try any funny business.
Rick Roll: I comprende.
Dave Mason: Good.
Shot switches to the backstage interview area, where Misty Crawford is standing by with Anthony Spiccoli and the Unholy Trinity in front of the brand new SNW Onslaught banner.
Misty Crawford: Misty Crawford here for Sports Nutz Wrestling, and I'm joined by Anthony Spiccoli, and his charges Sean O'Brien, Mike Williams and Marcus Williams, otherwise known as the Unholy Trinity. Two weeks ago, Anthony, you ordered these three men to eliminate Dave Mason and Rick Roll from the battle royal. My question to you is why?
Anthony Spiccoli: Misty, let me explain to you exactly why my men did what they did in Colleyville, TX two weeks ago. You see, Sean O'Brien had to take a hiatus from SNW to fulfill some prior obligations. He happened to watch an episode of SNW and was appalled and disgusted when he saw Rick Roll making a mockery of the great sport of professional wrestling by following in the footsteps of a promoter from up north and turning SNW into "sports entertainment." Well I've got news for you. Sean O'Brien is not an entertainer. And as for the Williams Brothers, they're not circus acrobats like Dave Mason. And they never disrespected this great sport by being backyard wrestlers like Dave Mason. So that is why they targeted Dave Mason. It's too bad that Matt Margera, Gordon Heath, and the Sports Nutz couldn't have made this a three-on-two handicap match, because believe me the Williams Brothers would love nothing more than to help Sean O'Brien tear Rick Roll and Dave Mason apart. Guys, let's go out there and show all these stupid hicks that this is WRESTLING, not "SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT!"
Shot switches over to the broadcast location.
Mark Followill: What a bunch of sticks in the mud those guys are.
Jason Martel: Sticks in the mud? For trying to bring legitimacy back to professional wrestling? I applaud them for continuing the revolution that the Sports Nutz started back in 2004, and that's bringing wrestling back to its serious sports roots.
Shot switches over near the entrance as the late Dave Williams' voice is heard on the P.A.
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the... *drum note* FLOOOOOOOOORRRR!
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool blares over the PA, and the crowd boos as Sean O'Brien, draped in the national flag of the Republic of Ireland, leads out Marcus and Mike Williams. Anthony Spiccoli follows alongside.
Monica Deluca: This next match is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Marcus and Mike Williams, as well as his manager Anthony Spiccoli, hailing from Boston, MA and weighing 235 pounds... Sean O'Brien!
Mark Followill: Well it was two weeks ago here on Onslaught that Anthony Spiccoli came out and ordered the Unholy Trinity to eliminate not only Rick Roll, but Dave Mason as well.
Jason Martel: And now we have a one-on-one match pitting Rick Roll against Sean O'Brien, but with the added bonus of Anthony Spiccoli and the Williams Brothers out at ringside to make sure that Dave Mason doesn't interfere.
Mark Followill: What?! Give me a break!
Sean climbs into the ring, along with Anthony Spiccoli and the Williams Brothers. Sean stands on the far turnbuckle, spreading his arms wide with the flag across his shoulders as the crowd continues to boo him. "Never Gonna Give You Up" hits, and out comes Rick Roll, dancing and lip synching to his own theme song. Dave Mason follows him out, and just shakes his head and laughs.
Monica Deluca: And his opponent, from Brighton Beach, CA and weighing 199 pounds, Rick Roll!
Mark Followill: Sean O'Brien better look out, because he may just get Rick Roll'd tonight!
Jason Martel: Highly unlikely.
Rick Roll gets into the ring, and Sean O'Brien doesn't even give him a chance to take his trenchcoat off, clubbing away at him across the back. Mike and Marcus Williams join in, but Dave Mason goes after them, and the three of them take their fight to the outside as referee Mike Croft tries to regain control. Sean O'Brien pulls Rick Roll's trenchcoat off for him and throws it to the side. Meanwhile, the Williams Brothers continue to fight with Dave Mason down the aisle and to the back.
Jason Martel: I guess Dave Mason was right about not being Rick Roll's friend because he just flew the coop!
Mark Followill: You imbecile, did you not see him fighting with Mike and Marcus Williams?!
Sean O'Brien grabs Rick Roll in a front facelock, then hits him with a series of knees to Rick's torso. Sean follows that up with a double underhook suplex. Sean doesn't give Rick a chance to get up as he mounts him and nails him with a flurry of MMA-style punches, then nails him with a series of MMA-style elbow strikes as Anthony Spiccoli yells at Sean to tear Rick Roll up. Sean picks Rick up, but Rick hits Sean with and STO from out of nowhere to a big pop from the crowd. Rick follows up with a standing shooting star press. ONE... Sean kicks out at one. Rick runs and bounces off the ropes. He goes for a strong lariat, but Sean ducks under the lariat as Rick goes running toward the other side of the ring and bounces off the opposite ropes. Rick off the ropes, but Sean catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.
Jason Martel: What was that about Sean O'Brien getting Rick Roll'd?
Mark Followill: Sean goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... And Rick Roll kicks out at two.
Sean stomps Rick, then circles around him and stomps away at him.
Mark Followill: Sean O'Brien taking us back to the 1980s with that Garvin Stomp to Rick Roll.
Jason Martel: Now that's a trip to the 1980s I wouldn't mind taking, unlike this "Never Gonna Give You Up" crap!
Sean picks Rick up by the legs and brings him up and back down with a wheelbarrow suplex. Sean immediately locks in a triangle choke on Rick. The ref asks Rick if he wants to give up, but Rick refuses. Rick manages to scoot and get his feet into the ropes. The ref counts to four before Sean finally lets go. The ref admonishes Sean, but he blows him off. Sean picks Rick up and whips him into the corner. Sean charges in, but Rick gets out of the way as Sean crashes into the corner and staggers about. Sean turns around, and Rick hits him with a front dropkick. Rick goes to the top turnbuckle as Sean slowly gets to his feet. Rick comes flying off the top turnbuckle and hits Sean with a Dragonrana to a big pop from the crowd. ONE... TWO... Sean kicks out. Anthony Spiccoli looks like he was about to suffer a heart attack.
Mark Followill: Look at Anthony Spiccoli, looking like he's going to have a heart attack. We know he's faking it because he doesn't have a heart!
Jason Martel: I'll tell him you said that!
Rick Roll with a hard slap to the chest to Sean O'Brien, but Sean answers back with a hard forearm shot to the face of Rick Roll, followed up by a gourdbuster. Sean with a cover. ONE... TWO... Rick gets the shoulder up. Sean picks Rick up and powerbombs him to the mat, followed up by an Irish Cloverleaf(Texas Cloverleaf). The ref asks Rick if he gives up, but Rick refuses as he makes it over to the ropes. Sean again waits till the ref counts to four to let go. Sean picks Rick up and whips him into the ropes. Sean ducks down for an overhead back body drop, but Rick nails him with a Rick Roll Piledriver!
Mark Followill: Rick Roll with a cover! ONE... TWO...
Jason Martel: C'mon, kick out, Sean!
Mark Followill: THREE!
Jason Martel: What the hell?!!
Monica Deluca: Your winner of the match, Rick Roll!
Mark Followill: Ladies and gentlemen, Sean O'Brien just got Rick Roll'd!
Jason Martel: Oh I can guarantee you that Rick Roll hasn't heard the last of Sean O'Brien!
Anthony Spiccoli rushes in to revive Sean O'Brien, who's trying to shake the cobwebs as Rick Roll celebrates by dancing and lip synching to "Never Gonna Give You Up" as the song blares over the PA. Anthony helps Sean up, and explains to him what happened. Furious, Sean charges at Rick, but Rick gets out of the ring and goes to the back, laughing at Sean. Sean kicks at the ropes in anger and shouts "THIS ISN'T OVER!"
Mark Followill: I just received word in my headset that there's a commotion in the locker room area and we have a camera crew back there. Let's see what's going on!
Shot switches to the locker room area, where the Wiliams Brothers are pummeling away at Dave Mason. Marcus Williams grabs Dave and throws him against one of the locker doors. The Williams Brothers double-high five each other and laugh at Dave. All of a sudden, a kicking noise is heard from the door that Dave was slammed into. Dave rolls out of the way as the Williams Brothers try to figure out what the noise is. The door swings open and nails Mike Williams in the face and out comes...
Mark Followill: IT'S SYCO BOY!
Jason Martel: I thought he'd never wrestle again!
Syco Boy hits Marcus Williams with a flurry of forearm shots, followed by a superkick that knocks Marcus Williams down. Syco then nails Mike Williams with a DDT. Syco helps Dave up, and the two embrace and walk off, laughing at the Williams Brothers.
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Post by Hollywood on Jul 20, 2008 16:23:46 GMT -6
Smoke fills the room as the following is said over the speaker.
"Whoever appeals to the law of his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man says if I live I will kill you. If I die you are forgiven. Such as the rule of honor."
After that is said, for that is the beginning of the song, Strobe lights flicker as smoke fills the room. Omerta, looking very intimidating, comes out wearing jean shorts, and a Lamb of God T-Shirt with no sleeves.
Monica Deluca: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring, from Jacksonville, FL and weighing 300 pounds, Omerta! And his opponent, already in the ring, from Allentown, PA and weighing 218 pounds, Allen Trebeck!
Omerta stops at the bottom of the aisle, and looks up at Allen Trebeck and shaking his head. He gets in the ring as the music fades.
Mark Followill: Damn, I really don’t see this match lasting very long, this chump stands no chance against Omerta!
Jason Martel: Stop complaining, its light entertainment for us, and the fans.
Omerta runs at Allen who looks frightened and sends him to the canvas with a full on clothesline. Omerta then sends numerous punches to the head of Allen before pulling him to his feet. Omerta then whips Allen into the ropes. Allen runs at Omerta, but is met with a big boot to the face.
Mark Followill: Why doesn’t he just pin him, and put the poor man out of his misery.
Jason Martel: Ah, stop complaining, he is just doing what he is paid to do, and if the jobber doesn’t like it, then its TS to them.
Allen stumbles back but doesn't fall, so Omerta gets behind him and sends him to the ground with a running DDT. Omerta then sets him up for Sacrament, sending him to the ground with a brainbuster, he then goes for the pin.
Mark Followill: ONE…TWO…THREE! Finally that poor mans torment is over with!
Jason Martel: Oh well, what a douche.
Monica Deluca: Here is your winner, Omerta!
Omerta celebrates in the ring as the shot switches to Gordon Heath's office. Craig Mueller is on a reclining couch with an icepack over his jaw as Gordie is on his computer. Codi Shane is massaging Gordie's shoulders. Matt Margera busts into the office.
Gordie: You know you can knock, right?
Matt Margera: Whatever. We've got a problem. Soul Reaper was taken out, and now my team is down a wrestler for the War Games match.
Gordie: Well boohoo! Cry me a river. I still don't know who will be the other two team members of Hellspawn's team.
Matt Margera: But you know damn well he'll have a full team.
Gordie: Then go recruit someone from SNW. I don't care who it is. I don't care if it's Omerta, or one our newest signees such as Andy Lionheart or Letham. Hell, it could be Mike LaFontaine for all I care. Just pick someone.
Matt shakes his head, turns around and mutters, "Maybe I will."
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Post by Hollywood on Jul 20, 2008 16:24:27 GMT -6
Matt Margera runs into Enigmah backstage.
Matt Margera: Niggy, I need a favor from you.
Enigmah: What is it?
Matt Margera: As you know, Soul Reaper is out of War Games, and now my team is a wrestler down.
Enigmah: Whoa, whoa, whoa. We're cool and all, but I'm not going to be on the same team as Emo Kid.
Matt Margera: Niggy, reason with me here. Wench's freedom is on the line.
Enigmah realizes what's at stake, and mulls it over for a second.
Enigmah: OK, I'll be on the team. But let me make one thing crystal clear. Emo Kid tries anything funny during the match at Summer Bash, and I'll give him a beating so severe, that even the late Chris Adams will feel it!
Shot switches to ringside. A child's voice is heard over the PA system.
I have killed once before,
So quick and silent and evermore,
The dark enclosure in my mind,
Hides my truths more and more,
But once again alas it must open,
So spew fourth the demons that rage,
And hope dear god please just hope,
That ain't Silvus knocking at your door...
The crowd comes unglued as "Wishmaster" blasts over the PA, and Silvus walks out from behind the curtain. He raises his hand in the air, then proceeds to make his way down the aisle to the ring.
Mark Followill: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the reason why Grapevine High School is standing room only. A championship bout that's been in the making since June 21 at Guys' Night Out when Silvus made his first appearance for SNW.
Jason Martel: Yeah, that coward attacked Hellspawn from behind, then threw salt onto the wounds by picking up Hellspawn's Texas Championship belt and holding up in the air.
He enters the ring and raises his hand once more as the crowd continues to cheer for him. "White Knuckles" hits, and the lights inside the basketball court of Grapevine High School go out. The majority of the audience boos, but there are a handful of cheers coming from some of the audience as Hellspawn appears from behind the curtain, wearing his SNW Texas Championship around his waist to go along with the black trenchcoat that he always wears.
Mark Followill: Silvus has a chance to make history, as he can become the second wrestler from England to hold the Texas Championship, the first being the late "Gentleman" Chris Adams.
Jason Martel: Chris Adams must be rolling his grave at that very thought.
Mark Followill: That was uncalled for!
He walks down to the ring with a purpose; to hold onto that Texas Championship. Hellspawn enters the ring, takes off his black trenchcoat and hands it over to the ringside attendant. He then takes his SNW Texas Championship belt off and hands it to referee Rick Maynard, who holds onto it as Monica Deluca is ready to make the announcements for this championship bout.
Monica Deluca: This match is set for one fall, and it is for the SNW Texas Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. From Manchester, England and weighing 275 pounds... Siluvs!
The crowd cheers at the announcement for Silvus.
Monica Deluca: His opponent is the SNW Texas Champion. From Hell's Kitchen, and weighing 355 pounds... Hellspawn!
Most of the crowd boos, but again, there are quite a few Hellspawn supporters as he gets a fair amount of cheers. The ref gives both Silvus and Hellspawn the final instructions, then raises the Texas Championship belt in the air before handing it to the timekeeper. Silvus and Hellspawn stare each other down for a moment as the crowd is waiting with anticipation to see who will throw the first shot. Silvus hits Hellspawn with a hard right hand punch that staggers the big man. Hellspawn holds his cheek, then nails Silvus with a right hand punch of his own that knocks Silvus down. Silvus fires right back up and hits Hellspawn with a flurry of right hand punches, then knocks him down with a fury punch. Silvus picks Hellspawn up by the head and attempts to whip him into the corner, but Hellspawn reverses the whip, sending Silvus into the corner. Hellspawn charges in, but Silvus gets out of the way and Hellspawn crashes into the turnbuckle.
Mark Followill: Silvus with a roll up! ONE... TWO... And Hellspawn barely kicks out!
Jason Martel: Just like that, we almost had a new Texas Champion.
Hellspawn and Silvus are back up. Hellspawn takes Silvus down with a clothesline, followed by a pinfall attempt. ONE... TWO... Silvus kicks out. Hellspawn doesn't give Silvus a chance to get up as he immediately locks him in an STF, but Silvus quickly makes his way to the ropes. Referee Rick Maynard counts to four before Hellspawn finally lets go. Hellspawn picks Silvus up and whips him into the ropes. Hellspawn ducks down as Silvus bounces off the ropes, but Silvus counters with a leap frog and continues to run the ropes. Hellspawn turns around as Silvus comes off the ropes, then gets nailed with a dropkick to the chest by Silvus, knocking the big man down. Silvus with a cover. ONE... TWO... Hellspawn kicks out. Silvus attempts to put the ankle lock on Hellspawn, but Hellspawn immediately makes it to the ropes, but Silvus drags him back to the center of the ring and attempts to lock in the ankle lock. Hellspawn turns himself over and is able to kick Silvus off, and Silvus falls down to the mat. Both Hellspawn and Silvus get up as the crowd applauds and cheers the match they're seeing thus far.
Mark Followill: Neither Hellspawn nor Silvus giving an inch right now as we're witnessing the beginning of a great wrestling match.
Jason Martel: I have a feeling it'll break down at any moment.
Hellspawn and Silvus lock up. Hellspawn knees Silvus in the midsection, then scoops him up and drops him throat-first across the ropes, and Silvus falls back to the mat. Hellspawn hits a forearm drop across Silvus' face, then chokes Silvus with his forearm. He lets go right when the ref counts to four. Hellspawn picks Silvus up and goes for a powerbomb, but Silvus punches Hellspawn in the face, forcing Hellspawn to let go, with Silvus landing on his feet. Silvus grabs Hellspawn by the head and brings him down with a front face slam. Hellspawn gets up, but only to all fours as Silvus sits on top of him as if to go for a camel clutch, but instead locks in a crossface chicken wing.
Mark Followill: Referee Rick Maynard checking in to see if Hellspawn will submit to this modified version of the crossface chicken wing that Silvus has locked in.
Jason Martel: Hellspawn won't give up this easy, especially with the prestigious Texas Championship on the line.
Silvus holds onto the chicken wing as Hellspawn fights his way back up. Hellspawn is stood up, and Silvus is riding him piggy-back style. Hellspawn drops back and crushes Silvus into the mat, then goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Silvus gets the shoulder up. Hellspawn goes to pick Silvus up, but Silvus thumbs Hellspawn in the eye, followed up by a backbreaker. Silvus nails an elbow drop, gets up, and nails a second elbow drop. Silvus picks Hellspawn up and attempts to whip him into the ropes. But Hellspawn reverses the whip, and immediately follows after Silvus, clotheslining him over the top rope and to the floor. As Silvus slowly recovers and tries to get to his feet, Hellspawn goes to climb the top turnbuckle.
Mark Followill: What in the world is Hellspawn thinking here?
Jason Martel: He's thinking that he's got to do anything to hold onto that SNW Texas Championship.
Silvus slowly gets up to his feet and turns around, only to see Hellspawn flying off the top turnbuckle and nailing him with a flying clothesline that knocks him down to the floor, but Hellspawn takes himself out too. The ref lays down the ten count, but does so slowly. ONE....... TWO....... Hellspawn is the first one getting up, but slowly. THREE....... FOUR....... Hellspawn back up, and he picks Silvus up. Hellspawn attempts to whip Silvus into the timekeeper area, but Silvus reverses the whip, sending Hellspawn flying into the timekeeper area. The timekeeper has enough time to get out of the way as Hellspawn crashes into the railing. The ref steps through the refs and yells at the two combatants to get in the ring, his count being interrupted. Silvus charges in and dives after Hellspawn, but Hellspawn grabs the ring bell and nails Silvus in the head with it in desperation, and Silvus falls down, his head now busted open.
Mark Followill: The referee being very lenient here, not disqualifying Hellspawn for that shot with the ring bell.
Jason Martel: He's wanting to give the fans their moneys worth.
Hellspawn picks Silvus up and rams him facefirst into the post, then rolls him into the ring and follows him in. Hellspawn picks Silvus up and whips him into the ropes. Hellspawn picks up Silvus in a military press, but Silvus slips out behind him, grabs him in a full nelson, picks Hellspawn up and slams him down with a full nelson slam. Silvus with a cover. ONE... TWO... Hellspawn kicks out. Silvus doesn't even give Hellspawn a chance to get up as he immediately locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Silvus cinches the hold in as referee Rick Maynard checks in to see if either Hellspawn gives up or goes out.
Mark Followill: Hellspawn looks to be fading as Silvus cinches in that Dragon Sleeper.
Jason Martel: Hellspawn better wake up before he loses his Texas Championship.
With blood trickling down his face, Silvus continues to cinch in the Dragon Sleeper on Hellspawn as Hellspawn fades away. The ref checks in and lifts Hellspawn's arm. It drops the first time. He lifts it up again, and again it drops down. He lifts it up for the third time to see if he should end the match, but Hellspawn prevents his arm from dropping. The crowd is at a fever pitch, more than half of them chanting "SILVUS! SILVUS! SILVUS!" But a few of the fans are chanting "HELLSPAWN! HELLSPAWN! HELLSPAWN!" Hellspawn fights his way up, whilst Silvus still has the Dragon Sleeper locked in. Hellspawn grabs Silvus by the head and brings him down with a reverse jawbreaker, staggering Silvus and forcing him to let go of the hold. Hellspawn picks Silvus up in a military press, and drops him down with a gutbuster.
Mark Followill: Military gutbuster, that should do it! ONE... TWO... Silvus somehow gets the shoulder up!
Jason Martel: I think one of these two will have to die for this match to end.
Hellspawn picks Silvus up onto his shoulders in a fisherman's position, and drops him down with a Muscle Buster. Hellspawn with a cover. ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Silvus gets the shoulder up as Hellspawn argues with the ref about the count. Hellspawn picks Silvus up and goes for a chokeslam, but Silvus blocks the attempt, then knees Hellspawn in the gut. Silvus whips Hellspawn into the corner, then charges in with a clothesline in the corner. Silvus quickly sets Hellspawn up on the top turnbuckle. Silvus climbs up, but Hellspawn punches at him, trying to stop him. Silvus punches back, and climbs all the way to the top turnbuckle. Silvus grabs Hellspawn in a front facelock, and both he and Hellspawn come crashing down with a superplex as the crowd pops with a deafening roar.
Mark Followill: That superplex took as much out of Silvus as it did Hellspawn!
Jason Martel: If Silvus had just a little bit more gas in the tank, he could cover Hellspawn and be the new Texas Champion.
The ref checks in on both Silvus and Hellspawn, and both are still down and out, so he begins his ten count. ONE....... TWO....... Both men begin to stir a little bit... THREE........ FOUR....... Silvus rolls over on his stomach, but is still down... FIVE....... SIX.......
Mark Followill: Whoever can get up and break the ten count will have a big advantage.
Jason Martel: At this point, it's whoever makes that first mistake will lose the match.
SEVEN........ EIGHT........ NINE...... And Hellspawn sits up, even though he still looks like he's out of it, and the count is stopped. Hellspawn slowly gets up, as does Silvus. Both men are back up. Silvus goes for a clothesline, but Hellspawn ducks. Silvus turns around, and Hellspawn kicks him in the gut, followed up by a powerbomb into a pin. ONE... TWO... THR-NO!! Silvus barely gets the shoulder up at two and three quarters! Hellspawn gets to his feet and backs up into the corner. He stomps his foot down, loading up for a running big boot as he lies in wait for Silvus. Silvus slowly getting to his feet as the crowd is coming unglued. Hellspawn charges in and goes for a big boot, but Silvus ducks and rolls under it. Hellspawn turns around, and Silvus catches him in a Mandible Claw to a big pop from the crowd. Silvus isn't finished though, as he picks Hellspawn up and slams him down, while holding onto the Mandible Claw.
Mark Followill: Retribution from Silvus!
Jason Martel: No, no, no! Chris Adams has to be rolling in his grave now at the thought of Silvus tarnishing the legacy of British wrestlers by winning the Texas Championship!
Mark Followill: Would you be serious?!
Jason Martel: I am being serious!
Mark Followill: That's what I'm afraid of!
Silvus keeps the Mandible Claw locked in. The ref doesn't go for a count as Hellspawn's shoulders are not down on the mat. The hooded figure that's been causing trouble comes running down to the ring, slides in, and nails Silvus with a superkick. The ref tries to get the hooded figure out of the ring, but he pushes him down, leaving the ref no choice now but to call for the bell. The hooded figure stomps away at Silvus as the bell frantically rings. A masked man, who looks a bit familiar, runs down to the ring and joins in on the beatdown. Hellspawn joins in too as the bell continues to ring.
Monica Deluca: The winner by disqualification, Silvus. However, still Texas Champion, Hellspawn!
Mark Followill: That masked guy looks and moves around a lot like Alexander Draven!
Jason Martel: Don't you dare call him Alexander Draven! That, my friend, is the Dark Sun!
The hooded man finally takes off his hood and...
Mark Followill: What on earth?!!
Jason Martel: It's Nathaniel "Goryokaku" Draven! Hellspawn does mean business with War Games after all!
Mark Followill: This man just seemingly ended Soul Reaper's career in SNW, and this is BEFORE Summer Bash! Imagine what he'll be like inside two rings enclosed by a steel cage with a roof on top!
Hellspawn motions for a mic, and Monica Deluca hands it to him.
Hellspawn: Ladies and gentlemen, my team for War Games at Summer Bash... myself, Wench, the Dark Sun and Nathaniel "Goryokaku" Draven!
Emo Kid runs down to the ring, steel chair in hand, and swings wildly, nailing the Dark Sun in the head and knocking him down. Gory, however, levels Emo with a Gory Kick(superkick). Matt Margera sprints down to ringside while Hellspawn and Gory talk trash to Emo Kid. Gory looks up and Margera nails him with a Benihana(superkick) from out of nowhere. Hellspawn looks up, and he and Margera stare each other down as the crowd comes unglued. The two tackle each other and fight on the ground, exchanging lefts and rights. Wench runs down to the ring to try to get Matt Margera off of Hellspawn. Margera doesn't see Wench and thinks it's someone else, instinctively nailing her with a reverse jawbreaker. He turns around, and a look of shock comes over his face as he sees Wench lying down. Hellspawn shoots up and goes over to check on Wench as Matt shouts "I'm sorry! I didn't know it was her!" Hellspawn gets in Matt's face and yells at him. He and Matt go at it again. Gory and Dark Sun are back up and help Hellspawn, but Silvus and Emo are back up as well to even the odds. Enigmah runs down to the ring to check on Wench.
Mark Followill: This has broken down into a Pier Six Brawl while Enigmah has come down to check on her good friend, Wench.
Jason Martel: Well in the War Games, she's going to have to not be her friend.
Mark Followill: And Wench just nails Enigmah with a Twist of Fate!
Stank Lovve, DevilDog, Cerise Richardson and Candy Lovve all run down to the ring and wind up in the melee. Alex Daniels runs down to the ring, as does Viper, and they duke it out. The Alley Ratz run down to the ring and join in on the chaos. Omerta runs down to the ring and double chokeslams the Alley Ratz as this melee breaks down into a battle royal. The Unholy Trinity all run to the ring and join in on the action. Rick Roll, Syco Boy and Dave Mason all run down and duke it out with Sean O'Brien, Marcus Williams and Mike Williams respectively. Gordon Heath runs out with a mic, shouting "HEY! HEY! ALL OF YOU, STOP!" But everyone ignores his pleas. Andy Lionheart busts through the curtain and mows Gordie down facefirst, and continues running to the ring. Andy Lionheart climbs to the top turnbuckle as everyone turns around. Lionheart comes flying off the top turnbuckle with tremendous height, diving into everyone with the Atonement as the crowd roars at a fever pitch. Everyone slowly gets up as now Letham runs down to the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He comes flying off the top turnbuckle, knocking whoever's standing up with the High Class. Everyone is brawling as officials run down to get everyone separated as the show fades to black.
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