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Post by Hollywood on Aug 17, 2008 16:00:53 GMT -6
 After the show open, the camera shot opens inside the Plano Centre in Plano, TX for SNW Onslaught. The crowd is going crazy as a looped version of "Psycho Circus" by KISS plays over the PA. Inside the Plano Centre, a custom made ramp that leads to the ring is connected to the Plano Centre's stage, which is used as the entrance. Camera shot switches to the announce table, where Mark Followill and Jason Martel are standing by.
Mark Followill: Hello, and welcome to Onslaught! I'm Mark Followill, alongside Jason Martel!
Jason Martel: Mark, it's been two weeks since Onslaught, and my has the landscape changed! Hellspawn is now the new co-owner, Wench and Goryokaku are the first ever Texas Tag Team Champions, and a slew of new talent have been signing contracts to join Sports Nutz Wrestling.
Mark Followill: And I understand that earlier today, cameras caught an attack on Stank Lovve. Let's go to that footage now.
Stank exits his locker room and walks down the hall to the catering tables. He picks up a plate and looks over the food, trying to decide what to get. Out of nowhere, Marcus Williams charges in the scene and spears Stank. Mike enters the scene and the two beat Stank down. They set him up and H-Bomb him through the table sending food flying. The two stomp the downed Stank Lovve. DevilDog runs in and Marcus and Mike quickly flee the scene as DevilDog checks on the fallen Stank Lovve.
Mark Followill: What a heinous act by the Williams Brothers!
Jason Martel: They just want to make sure that Stank Lovve doesn't interfere in Sean O'Brien's match against DevilDog.
Mark Followill: Please!
The lights in the arena go out as "Sinner" blares over the PA. A green light shines from out of the entranceway, and Viper walks out to a mixed reaction.
Monica Deluca: This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Fayetteville, NC and weighing 324 pounds, Viper!
Mark Followill: The very first main event in the history of SNW opens our show this week.
Jason Martel: And there's certainly no love lost between Viper and Syco Boy, who regained the use of his voice faster than Glenn Jacobs.
Viper walks down the ramp, to the ring. He climbs to the ring apron, and steps over the ropes, then stands in the middle of the ring with his arms crossed in an 'X' over his head. "Always" hits as the crowd erupts with a big pop. The camera pans all over the Plano Centre in an attempt to locate Syco and Dave Mason. The camera locates a side door that they enter through, high fiving the fans on their way to the ring.
Monica Deluca: His opponent hails from Clayton, NC and weighs 229 pounds. Accompanied by Dave Mason, here is "They Sycotic One" Syco Boy!
Mark Followill: Jason, who do you think Viper was talking to on the phone earlier this week when our cameras caught up with him?
Jason Martel: Now how would I know that?
Mark Followill: Because you're a broadcast journalist!
Jason Martel: Right, not an investigative reporter!
Mark Followill: Sorry I asked.
Syco and Dave hop over the security railing into the ringside area. Syco rolls into the ring, but once he gets up, Viper charges at him and nails him with a running big boot! Referee Danny Travers immediately calls for the bell to officially start the match. Viper immediately goes for a pin. ONE... TWO... Syco kicks out. Viper picks Syco up and whips him into the corner. Viper charges in and attempts a Viper Splash in the corner, but Syco gets out of the way as Viper crashes into the corner and staggers out. Syco nails Viper with a dropkick that staggers Viper into the ropes. Viper's arms get caught in the ropes. Syco runs in and nails Viper in the face with a series of forearm shots. The referee steps in and tells Syco to back off, then works to get Viper free. Viper to his knees, but Syco catches him with a dropkick to the face, sending Viper rolling to the outside.
Mark Followill: And now Viper taking a breather outside to halt Syco's momentum.
Jason Martel: He better watch for Dave Mason.
Mark Followill: Dave wouldn't interfere without provocation, Jason.
Viper turns his attention to Dave and berates him without provocation. Dave tries to tell Viper to turn around as Syco climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Viper continues to yell at him. Viper turns around, and Syco comes flying down, nailing him with a top rope dropkick to the outside! The top rope dropkick takes a little bit out of Syco as well, as he performed the move to the outside and onto the floor. Dave helps Syco up, but Viper rares up and charges at Xtreme Team, taking them down with a double clothesline onto the floor as the crowd goes "OOOOOOOHHHH!"
Mark Followill: Viper nearly decapitated Xtreme Team!
Jason Martel: Good. Now maybe we won't have to worry about Dave Mason interfering in the match.
Viper picks Syco up and rolls him into the ring, then follows in. Viper picks Syco up, and brings him right back down with a DDT. Viper goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Syco gets the shoulder up. With Syco still down, Viper kneels over Syco and grabs him by the head, then hits him with a series of right hand punches. Viper picks Syco up by the throat, and holds him up in the air, choking him as the ref counts to four. Viper choke tosses Syco down to the mat and is admonished by the ref. Viper pulls his arm back as if to backhand slap the ref, threatening him. The ref gives Viper a warning as Viper walks over to Syco and rakes his eyes with his boot, followed by an elbow drop. Viper goes for another cover. ONE... TWO... Syco gets the shoulder up.
Mark Followill: Viper seems more aggressive than in previous matches here in SNW.
Jason Martel: Maybe his recent losing streak has opened his eyes to the fact that he doesn't need these moron fans cheering for him.
Viper picks Syco up and locks him into a double arm position, picks him down and slams him down face first.
Mark Followill: Double arm facebuster from Viper.
Viper makes a lazy cover. ONE... TWO... Syco reverses into a crucifix roll up to a big pop from the crowd! ONE... TWO... The crowd goes "OOOOOHHH!" as Viper barely kicks out in time. Syco tries to get up, but Viper nails him with a knee lift, knocking Syco right back down. Viper picks Syco up and whips him into the corner, but Syco uses the momentum to jump onto the top turnbuckle, springboards off of it and nails Viper with the Whisper in the Wind from out of nowhere. Syco with a cover. ONE... Viper military presses him off of his chest. Viper is getting back up, but Syco catches him with a crescent kick, followed up by a DDT.
Mark Followill: Syco goes for the pin! ONE... TWO... And Viper gets the shoulder up.
Jason Martel: Syco needs to do more damage than he's done thus far if he expects to beat Viper by pinfall.
Syco stomps Viper to keep him down. Syco then runs and bounces off the ropes, followed by a Rolling Thunder attempt, but Viper gets the knees up, and Syco crashes backfirst onto Viper's knees. Syco holds the small of his back and winces as Viper makes it to his feet. Viper picks Syco up and lifts him up in the air in a delayed vertical suplex position, then brings him down with a Jackhammer.
Mark Followill: Jackhammer! ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Syco barely got his shoulder up!
Jason Martel: That pest just won't give up!
Viper argues with the ref about the count, but the ref stands his ground. Viper stands up and corners the ref, getting in his face as the ref warns him to back off. Syco gets up and dropkicks Viper in the back, sending Viper crashing into referee Danny Travers. Danny crumples down to the mat in a heap as Viper staggers around. Syco runs and jumps onto one of the turnbuckle pads, springboards off of it and nails an unsuspecting Viper with a tornado DDT.
Mark Followill: Syco Crazy!
Jason Martel: But the idiot knocked out the ref, so it's useless!
Syco goes to pin Viper, but he realizes the ref is knocked out. Dave Mason tries to revive the ref, but to no avail. Syco turns his attention to trying to help Dave revive the ref, but Viper is getting up. Syco turns around, and Viper kicks him in the gut and powerbombs him. Viper then turns his attention to Dave, who tries to let Viper know that this match is between him and Syco, not him and Dave.
Mark Followill: Just what does Viper think he's doing, trying to bully Dave Mason like this?!
Jason Martel: Dave stuck his nose where it doesn't belong!
Mark Followill: He was only reviving the ref!
Viper kicks Dave in the gut and goes to powerbomb him. But as he's about to bring Dave down, Dave is able to turn himself and counter with a Goldcutter on the way down, prompting the crowd to come to their feet and give a thunderous pop for the counter. Viper is knocked out, and so is Syco. Dave goes over and tries to revive the ref, with a little more success this time around.
Mark Followill: All Syco needs to do is drape his arm over Viper's chest and he can have the match won!
Jason Martel: What are you talking about?! Syco should be disqualified!
Mark Followill: The ref has been revived and Syco has his arm over Viper's chest! ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Viper, by some miracle, got his shoulder up!
Syco can't believe it and has a look of shock on his face. Syco stomps away at Viper, then runs to the ropes. Syco comes running off the ropes and goes for a hurracanrana, but Viper catches him, drops back and brings Syco down throat-first across the ropes, snapping Syco down to the mat. Viper goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Syco somehow gets his shoulder up. Viper picks Syco up by the head and lifts him up for a jackhammer, but Syco slips over Viper and brings him down with a modified Syco Drop. Syco musters all the strength he can to go over to the corner as the crowd is cheering at a fever pitch. Syco climbs to the top turnbuckle as Dave Mason cheers him on. Syco comes flying off the top with the Syco Bomb!
Mark Followill: Syco hooks the legs for the pin! ONE... TWO... THREE!
The crowd comes to their feet, cheering at a deafening level as "Always" blares over the speakers.
Monica Deluca: Here is your winner, Syco Boy!
Mark Followill: What a hard fought victory for Syco Boy!
Jason Martel: What are you talking about?! Dave Mason interfered!
Mark Followill: Only after Viper provoked him!
Jason Martel: Whatever.
Mark Followill: Fans, let's take it to Brenda Price, who is standing by with an update on Stank Lovve's condition.
Shot switches to the backstage area, where Brenda Price is standing by DevilDog and Candy Lovve. Cerise Richardson is conspicuous by her absence.
Brenda Price: Alright, I'm here with DevilDog and Candy Lovve. I understand that Cerise Richardson rode the ambulance to the hospital with Stank Lovve. Have either of you two received any word on his condition.
DevilDog: Well from what we were told, it shouldn't be too serious, but that he needs to stay at the hospital tonight to make sure he'll be OK. As for the Williams Sisters, those bullies want a war? Well they'll have one with the Tru Life Playas! C'mon, Candy. Let's get ready for my match with Adrian Adonis... I mean Sean O'Brien.
Mark Followill: Sean O'Brien must wrestle DevilDog in a dress, and that's later on in the show. But up next, Andrew Smith makes his return against "Kid Thunder" Alex Daniels!
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Post by Hollywood on Aug 17, 2008 16:02:16 GMT -6
Shot opens backstage, where Goryokaku, his Texas Tag Team Title draped over his shoulder, is having a conversation with Tanya Adams. In walk Syco Boy and Dave Mason, Xtreme Team. Gory and Tanya look at Xtreme Team all gawk-eyed, as if they're intruding on their turf.
Gory: And what do we owe this visit?
Dave Mason: Syco, you don't seem to be at a loss for words as of late. Why don't you explain?
Syco Boy: Gory, in case you haven't been paying attention, Dave and I have been on a little roll as of late. We've been tag team champions everywhere we've gone, and we'd love nothing more than to have an opportunity to take those Texas Tag Team Titles from you and Wench.
Gory smirks, then nails Syco with a Gory Kick out of nowhere. Dave is about to rush in, but stops as Gory pulls his championship belt back, ready to take a swing. Dave goes down to check on Syco, who's a bit woozy.
Gory: So you punks win a couple matches here and there and think you can just demand a shot at the Texas Tag Team Titles?! Fools! However, I'll talk with Hellspawn and see what he thinks about you two facing a tag team that we'll put together in two weeks at Onslaught. And if you two can beat that team, then and only then do you get a shot at the gold.
Shot switches back to ringside as "Stillborn" by Black Label Society begins to play. Andrew Smith makes his way to the ring, carrying his German Title with him.
Jason Martel: Can you imagine the audacity of Xtreme Team, thinking they can just get a shot at the tag belts without paying any dues?
Mark Followill: Can you imagine the audacity of Nathaniel Draven damn near taking Syco's head off with that Gory Kick?
Monica Deluca: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Harrisburg, PA, Andrew Smith!
Andrew Smith slaps a few hands and slides under the bottom rope and heads to his corner, awaiting his opponent. "Thunderstruck" hits as Alex Daniels comes out to a chorus of boos.
Monica Deluca: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing 220 pounds, "Kid Thunder" Alex Daniels!
Mark Followill: Well this should be a good one here.
Jason Martel: You know I like this Alex Daniels. It takes guts to wear that purple!
Mark Followill: Only you would notice and make a comment like that.
Jason Martel: Thats what I get paid for there, Mark.
The bell sounds and we're under way. Daniels and Smith meet in the center of the ring and go into a collar and elbow tie up. Daniels strikes hard with a knee lift to the stomach. Daniels with an irish whip into the corner on Smith and catches him with a snap hurracanrana! Smith quickly back to his feet, then throws Daniels down with a hip toss. Daniels back up, and now hits a dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet a little slower this time and Daniels hits a sweep kick!
Mark Followill: Nice move there.
Jason Martel: Might not last long here. Daniels for the cover. ONE... TWO... shockingly it will take more than that to win this one. Had me fooled.
Mark Followill: Could you keep the comments to a minimum?!
Jason Martel: Uh, no.
Daniels lifts Smith back to his feet, and delivers a scoop slam. Daniels comes off the ropes, attempts an elbow drop onto Smith but Smith moves out of the way. Smith lifts Daniels and hits a snapmare and applies a rear chin lock. Daniels begins to lift to his feet, but Smith shifts the maneuver and applies a side headlock, and then a quick takeover. Daniels again works his way to his feet, but this time Smith nails a running bulldog.
Mark Followill: Pin attempt. ONE... TWO... No didn't hook the leg, might have had him there if he did.
Jason Martel: Smith now applying an armbar, which by the way I could a much better version of.
Mark Followill sighs at Jason Martel's remark. Daniels is up to one knee, and gets a rake of the eyes. Smith leans into the ropes. Daniels pulls him off and hits a text book snap suplex. Daniels lifts him again and hits a Sambo Suplex and goes for the cover. ONE... TWO... kickout by Smith. The fans get behind Smith as he pulls himself to his feet, but he is nailed with a step up enziguri by Daniels. Daniels stands and taunts the crowd to a chorus of boos!
Jason Martel: NICE! Thanks for coming Smity!
Mark Followill: Daniels for the cover now ONE... TWO... NO! Foot on the bottom rope, excellent ring presence by Andrew Smith there. Knew where he was, knew he was in trouble and saved himself.
Daniels lifts Smith back to his feet, but Smith quickly hits a drop toe hold driving Daniels' face into the middle turnbuckle. Smith puts Daniels into the Tree of Woe and begins to hit punches and kicks on a helpless Daniels. Daniels falls from the Tree of Woe as Smith lifts Daniels and hits him with a brainbuster. Daniels is down as Smith climbs to the top rope and hits a Cannonball!! Smith lifts Daniels to his feet and hits a Samoan Drop.
Jason Martel: Smith isn't making the cover, what an idiot!
Mark Followill: He's got a better idea, he's locking in the STF! We could see a submission right here!
Daniels is able to make it to the ropes, and the referee begins to count. He gets to four, and Smith breaks the hold and steps away from Daniels, giving him time to get to his feet. Smith charges in and tries to clothesline Daniels, but Daniels ducks and nails a German Suplex!
Mark Followill: Nice counter there by Daniels.
Daniels lifts Smith to his feet and attempts a hurracanrana, but Smith is able to counter and hits Daniels with a powerbomb. Smith not finished with Daniels as he lifts him up and attempts to go for a bodyslam but is countered into another Sambo Suplex. Both men are down!
Mark Followill: These guys have hit each other with almost everything in their arsenal, and they're both down! The ref with the count now.
The begins the ten count as both men are down. He makes it all the way to seven when all of a sudden...
Jason Martel: WAIT! WHO'S THAT!?
Mark Followill: Is that Emo Kid?! What the hell does he want?!
The ref turns his attention to Emo Kid, telling him to mind his business. Emo puts his hands up as if to say "I'm not doing anything." Smith is back up as Daniels struggles to his feet. Smith sees Emo Kid, who's turned his back to Smith so that he can argue with the ringside fans that are taunting him. Smith runs to the opposite ropes, charges towards the side that Emo is at and suicide dives through the ropes, taking down Emo Kid right as Emo turns around to a big pop from the crowd. Smith is back up and plays to the crowd, who cheer him on. Smith then gets back into the ring, where Daniels is back up. Daniels goes for a clothesline, but Smith ducks. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Emo Kid is getting back up. Daniels turns around, and Smith kicks him in the gut, followed by a Retribution DDT. Smith goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Emo Kid pulls Smith by his foot off of Daniels. Daniels gets up and turns his attention to Emo Kid, who's now on the ring apron. The ref tries to keep them separated, but Smith nails Emo with a right hand punch that sends Emo flying off the apron and crashing to the floor to another thunderous pop. Unbeknownst to Smith, Daniels has gotten back up and is lying in wait for Smith. Smith turns around, and Daniels catches him with a kick to the gut, followed up by a Wrist Clutch Fisherman's Buster.
Mark Followill: ONE... TWO... THREE!
"Thunderstruck" blares over the PA as the crowd boos Alex Daniels, who just taunts them in celebration of his win.
Monica Deluca: Here is your winner... "Kid Thunder" Alex Daniels!
Mark Followill: What a lucky son of a gun Kid Thunder is! If it hadn't been for the distraction from Emo Kid, Andrew Smith would be the winner.
Jason Martel: Excuses, excuses! Next thing you know, you'll be accusing Kid Thunder of lying about his age.
Mark Followill: Well let's take it to someone who I'm sure lies about her age but for different reasons, Misty Crawford.
Shot switches to backstage, where Misty Crawford is standing in front of the SNW Onslaught banner.
Misty Crawford: Alright, let's bring out my guest at this time. He is the reason that Sean O'Brien has to wear a dress this week on Onslaught, ladies and gentlemen, Rick Roll!
Rick strolls into the shot, singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" under his breath. He stops so that he can go on with the interview.[/color]
Misty Crawford: Rick, many people said that beating Sean O'Brien the first time was a fluke. Sean even went so far as to wager that if he didn't beat you in your second meeting with him at Summer Bash that he'd wear a dress. Well this week, he faces DevilDog, and he has to wear a dress.
Rick Roll: And you know what's sad about that, Misty? Sean wears a dress all the time, but for some reason he's just now getting upset about it.
Misty Crawford: Um, Rick, what he normally wears is known as a kilt.
Rick Roll: Oh no, Misty. That's no kilt. You see, Sean O'Brien is IRISH, not SCOTTISH. So what he normally wears is a dress, baby. You know what I think it is? I think he's just upset that his boyfriend just recently dumped him. Now if you don't mind, I have a karaoke bar to get to.
Rick Roll sings "Never Gonna Give You Up" as he dances his way out of camera shot.
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Post by Hollywood on Aug 17, 2008 16:03:09 GMT -6
Rick Roll is dancing his way down the hall, singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" to himself in a muttering tone. He bumps into new SNW co-owner, Hellspawn. He looks up, then takes a big gulp. Hellspawn actually seems a bit amused.
Hellspawn: Relax, kid. I'm not going to hurt you.
Rick Roll: Phew!
Hellspawn: Unless...
Rick Roll: Unless what?
Hellspawn: Look, I've seen this scenario play out over and over again. Someone loses a match, they have to wear a match, then their rival interferes and attacks his rival's opponent, getting his rival disqualified, and forcing him to continue to wear a dress. I'm not going to have that happen here. You interfere, and I will break every damn bone in your body! Are we clear?
Rick Roll takes a big gulp and lets out a meager "Yes, sir." Hellspawn responds, saying "Good." Shot switches back to ringside.
"Danger" hits, and out come DevilDog, accompanied by Candy Lovve to a nice pop from the crowd.
Monica Deluca: This match is set for one fall, and in this match, Sean O'Brien must wear a dress!
Jason Martel: Oh why must they remind us?!
Mark Followill: Hey, at least Rick Roll can't interfere. Certainly you're happy about that.
Monica Deluca: Introducing first, accompanied by Candy Lovve, hailing from Stankonia and weighing 241 pounds, DevilDog!
Mark Followill: You gotta think that it'll be a bit tougher for DevilDog to focus with his tag team partner, Stank Lovve, being attacked by the Williams Brothers.
Jason Martel: Well that's Stank's fault for wanting to get something to eat instead of concentrating on business.
DevilDog and Candy Lovve high five the fans on their way to the ring as "Danger" continues to play over the PA. They get into the ring as "Danger" fades out. "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" blares over the PA, and nobody seems to be coming out. After about twenty seconds, Sean O'Brien is pushed out by Hellspawn. Sean is throwing a kicking and screaming fit as the crowd cheers and laughs at the sight of Sean wearing a dress.
Jason Martel: That Hellspawn really is sick and demented, forcing Sean O'Brien to go out there wearing a dress!
Mark Followill: Well Hellspawn wasn't the one that made the wager, now was he?
O'Brien is seething with anger as the crowd continues to laugh at him and taunt him. DevilDog and Candy Lovve are laughing at O'Brien. Anthony Spiccoli has to keep O'Brien calm as he leads him to the ring.
Monica Deluca: And his... hahaha.. His opp... BAHAHAHAHA!
Monica Deluca can't contain her laughter and just steps out of the ring and goes to her seat as O'Brien leers at her with anger in his eyes. Again, Spiccoli has to keep O'Brien calm. Candy Lovve steps out of the ring as O'Brien stomps his way up the ring steps and storms into the ring. Even referee Mike Croft can't help but laugh. O'Brien lunges at Croft, who runs to the outside. O'Brien yells at Croft to get in the ring as the bell rings to signal the start of the match. As O'Brien is distracted with Croft, DevilDog lifts O'Brien's dress up, revealing his wrestling trunks, eliciting a big pop. O'Brien turns around and charges after DevilDog with a clothesline in anger, but DevilDog ducks. O'Brien turns around, and DevilDog takes him down with a standing clothesline. O'Brien back up, and DevilDog takes him down with another standing clothesline. O'Brien back up, and he goes right back up from a third standing clothesline. O'Brien gets back up, but he staggers around and falls down backward like an oak tree.
Mark Followill: DevilDog with a cover. ONE... TWO... And Sean O'Brien gets the shoulder up to stop the count.
Jason Martel: Too early to put Sean O'Brien away, even if he is wearing a dress.
DevilDog picks O'Brien up by the head and scoops him up, bodyslamming him to the mat. DevilDog goes for an elbow drop, but O'Brien rolls out of the way. DevilDog crashes to the mat, and holds his elbow, wincing in pain. O'Brien immediately locks in a Fujiwara Armbar, but DevilDog quickly makes it to the ropes. However, O'Brien refuses to let go, so the ref has to make his five count. He gets up to four as O'Brien lets go. O'Brien stomps away at DevilDog's arm as DevilDog screams out in pain.
Jason Martel: Smart strategy by Sean O'Brien to work over DevilDog's arm, possibly setting him up for the Irish Revenge.
Mark Followill: A bit sadistic, don't you think?
Jason Martel: So?! He's trying to win a match, not Girl Scout Cookies.
Mark Followill: Sean's dressed as if he's going to sell Girl Scout Cookies.
Jason Martel: I'll tell him you said that!
O'Brien picks DevilDog up, underhooks him and nails him with a double underhook suplex. O'Brien doesn't let up, stomping away at every inch of DevilDog's body with the Garvin Stomp. O'Brien goes to pick DevilDog up, but DevilDog rolls him up in a small package! ONE... TWO... O'Brien kicks out. DevilDog is back up, but O'Brien kicks him in the gut, followed by a Gourdbuster. O'Brien with a cover. ONE... TWO... DevilDog kicks out. O'Brien picks DevilDog up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a tilt-a-whirl-backbreaker, but DevilDog lands on his feet, kicks O'Brien in the gut, picks him up and drives his head down with a piledriver.
Mark Followill: DevilDog with a pin. ONE... TWO... O'Brien gets the shoulder up.
DevilDog goes to pick O'Brien up, but O'Brien wraps his legs around a standing DevilDog, then underhooks his arms and brings him down to the mat. Candy Lovve is shouting at DevilDog to get out of it, while Spiccoli is clasping his hands together, yelling at O'Brien to tighten his grip and not let up.
Mark Followill: The Irish Revenge!
Jason Martel: And DevilDog is in the middle of the ring!
Mark Followill: And DevilDog has no choice but to tap out.
"I'm Shipping Up To Boston" blares over the PA as the crowd boos Sean O'Brien. He rips his dress off, revealing his wrestling trunks and throws the dress down, stomping on it. He storms out of the ring, his hands raised in victory as DevilDog winces in pain inside the ring. The camera shot switches to black and white montage of what seems to be a relatively unknown wrestler, at least to SNW, beating his opponents senseless, and some clips feature him making out with what appears to be his girlfriend. Then we hear a voice utter this message from the movie "Sin City."
"I'll stare the bastard in the face as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him."
EVAN BODOM
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Post by Hollywood on Aug 17, 2008 16:04:28 GMT -6
Mark Followill: The following match pits two of the younger wrestlers on the roster.
Jason Martel: Scott Jacobs is really making an impression here in SNW.
Mark Followill: Well he better concentrate on his match and not on the likes of Mike LaFontaine, Pat Neely and other lower card wrestlers.
Jason Martel: Haha! He was telling me about what happened, and I understand he gave the tape to our guys in the production truck. Let's roll that footage now!
Shot switches to inside a locker room, where Mike LaFontaine is playing checkers with Pat Neely. Allen Trebeck, Greg Wilson, Ryne Sunberg and Eric Reynolds seem to be playing a four player game of Madden NFL 09 on the PlayStation 3. The burst opens, and Scott Jacobs storms in, turning the checkers table over.
Pat Neely: The hell do you think you're doing?!
Scott Jacobs: You broke ma beer bottle, ya damn Yankees!
LaFontaine and Neely shoot up out of their seats, but Jacobs grabs them by their heads and knocks them out with a double noggin knocker. Allen Trebeck charges at Jacobs and jumps in the air, attempting a flying karate kick. But Jacobs ducks and Trebeck crashes to the floor. Greg Wilson takes a swing, but Jacobs ducks and grabs him by the head, bashing it against his knee. Eric Reynolds and Ryne Sunberg go for a double clothesline, but Jacobs ducks under and grabs the PS3. He "hits" Sunberg over the head with it. You can clearly tell that the PS3 didn't even come close to hitting Sunberg, but he sells it as if he got knocked out by a steel chair to the skull. Reynolds sees Jacobs with the PS3, and takes off running, screaming like a schoolgirl. Jacobs laughs in his Southern drawl as the shot switches back to ringside. Jason Martel is laughing while Mark Followill is shaking his head.
Mark Followill: You can't be serious.
Jason Martel: Haha! That was awesome!
"A Country Boy Can Survive" hits as Scott Jacobs walks out. He looks out at the crowd who is booing him loudly.
Monica Deluca: This match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Austin, TX and weighing 285 pounds, Scott Jacobs!
Scott walks to the ring, mocking the crowd, and climbs in the ring as the fans continue to boo.
Whoever appeals to the law of his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without the 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.
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.[/color]
Monica Deluca: And his opponent from Jacksonville, FL and weighing 300 pounds, Omerta!
Omerta walks to the ring slapping a few fans hands and steps over the top rope.
Mark Followill: Well we are about to get under way in what should be a great wrestling match, sans PlayStation 3s and bad spaghetti westerns.
Jason Martel: Not if Scott Jacobs has anything to say about it. If he takes control of the match, it'll be a brawl. But if Omerta takes control, then yes we'll see some wrestling.
Referee Mike Croft calls for the bell as Scott and Omerta circle each other. They lock up and Scott quickly applies a headlock. Omerta backs to the ropes and sends Scott off into the ropes and takes him down with a shoulder block. Scott quickly gets to his feet and pushes Omerta. Omerta pushes Scott back and Scott hits him with a right hand. Both men trade punches until Scott kicks Omerta in the gut followed by a quick DDT. Scott pulls Omerta to his feet and knees him in the gut before whipping him into the corner. Scott runs into the corner and hits a clothesline on Omerta. Omerta stumbles out of the corner and Scott takes him down with a side slam. Scott chokes Omerta on the mat until the ref gets to four. Scott breaks the hold and gets to his feet and drops an elbow across Omerta's face. Scott covers but can only get a one count before Omerta powers out. Scott gets to his feet and yells at the ref about the count. Omerta gets to his hands and knees and Scott kicks him hard in the ribs, lifting him off the mat. Scott pulls Omerta to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When Omerta comes off, Scott hits a spinebuster that shakes the ring.
Jason Martel: Scott is controlling the action so far in this match.
Mark Followill: Omerta tried to use his power earlier but Scott has neutralized that.
Scott climbs to the top rope and waits for Omerta to get to his feet and goes for a flying lariat but Omerta ducks and Scott crashes hard to the mat. Omerta gets to his feet and pulls Scott up and sends him shoulder first into the ring post. Omerta pulls Scott from the corner and hits a single arm DDT. Omerta pulls Scott to his feet and lifts him up before dropping him throat first across the top rope. Scott lays on the mat holding his throat. Omerta hits the ropes and drops a leg across Scott's throat before covering for a two count. Omerta pulls Scott to his feet by the hair and lifts him up in a military press. Omerta holds him for a few seconds before dropping him face and stomach first to the mat. Omerta drops repeatedly knees to Scott back. Omerta pulls Scott up and whips him into the ropes before taking him down hard with a big boot.
Mark Followill: Omerta power may be too much for Jacobs to over come.
Jason Martel: Scott will be fine. He has beaten bigger and better then Omerta.
Mark Followill: This is only his first match in SNW!
Jason Martel: Well I saw him at some show in Graham, TX where he beat Andre the Giant.
Mark Followill: He did not! Andre's been dead for over 15 years!
Omerta tries to pull Scott up but Scott hits him with a few fists to the gut. Omerta quickly stops Scott's momentum with a knee to the face. Omerta pulls Scott the rest of the way up and applies an abdominal stretch. Omerta pulls hard as the ref asks Scott if he wants to quit. Scott shakes his head no and is able to side step Omerta and hip toss him over. Scott falls to the mat and Omerta quickly gets to his feet. Omerta kicks Scott in the back and pulls him up to a standing position. Omerta goes for another big boot but Scott ducks. Scott takes Omerta down with a clothesline when he turns around. Scott yells at Omerta on the mat. Scott pulls Omerta to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Scott goes for another clothesline but Omerta ducks. Omerta is back on top of Scott when he turns around that the two men slam head to head into each other. The ref starts to count as both men lay on the mat.
Jason Martel: What a sickening sound that was.
Mark Followill: They both may be out cold.
The ref doesn't get much of a chance to count as Scott Jacobs sits up, and Omerta turns to his side, getting to his knees and picks himself up. Jacobs picks himself up as well. Jacobs goes for a wild right hand punch, but Omerta ducks. Jacobs turns around and Omerta nails him with a Mark Jindrak style dropkick with such grace, yet enough force to take Jacobs down. Omerta goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Jacobs gets the shoulder up. Omerta picks Jacobs up for the Sacrament, but Jacobs slips down behind Omerta, and on the way down catches him with a reverse DDT.
Jason Martel: That's Scott Jacobs' patented maneuver, the Country Boy Slam.
Mark Followill: Scott goes for a pin. ONE... TWO... THREE!
"A Country Boy Can Survive" blares over the speakers as the crowd boos in disapproval. The ref raises Scott's hand in victory, as he shouts "YEEHAW!"
Mark Followill: Did he just shout "Yeehaw"?
Jason Martel: YIPPIE KAYAY MO...
Mark Followill: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Fans, we'll be right back, assuming we're not thrown off the air.
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Post by Hollywood on Aug 17, 2008 16:07:11 GMT -6
"Bleeding Mascara" hits, and the crowd comes alive as Andy Lionheart walks out onto the stage.
Monica Deluca: This match is set for one fall. Hailing from Kemi, Finland and weighing 210 pounds, Andy Lionheart!
Andy looks around at the fans, then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He goes to one of the corners and stands on the turnbuckle, opening his arms out as if to hold an invisible beach ball, otherwise known as the Randy Orton pose, then jumps down. "My Curse" blares over the PA, the slow intro building up.
Mark Followill: And we await the entrance of Andy Lionheart's opponent, Letham, who is quickly making a name for himself in SNW.
Jason Martel: Andy Lionheart feels that his loss to Letham in the triple threat match at Summer Bash was a fluke and is out to prove he's the better of the two.
After the slow intro builds up and the song kicks in, Letham steps out from behind the curtains to the crowd's applause. He stops at the entrance of the ramp, throws his hair back with a sharp and quick raise of the head and lifts one arm in the air, pointing to the crowd with a smile on his face.
Monica Deluca: His opponent, born in New York City and now making his residence in Dallas, TX, weighing 180 pounds, this is Letham!
Jason Martel: Did I hear Monica Deluca correctly? Letham is from New York City?
Mark Followill: Yes, he is.
Jason Martel: Then why are these fans cheering him?!
Mark Followill: Because he now makes his residence in Dallas, TX.
Jason Martel: Then how come they'll boo the Sports Nutz? They live in the Dallas area.
Mark Followill: Because they're not upstanding men like Letham.
Jason Martel: Oh please! Letham refused to sign an autograph for someone before the show!
Mark Followill: I'm sorry he wouldn't give you an autograph.
Jason Martel: I know, refusing to give me... HEY!
Mark Followill: Ha! Gotcha!
Letham walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He jogs to the opposite turnbuckle, gets onto the second rope, throws his hair back again and just looks into the crowd with a small smile on his face. Letham and Lionheart stare each other down as referee Rick Maynard gives them last second instructions, then calls for the bell. Letham and Lionheart get into Olympic-style wrestling stances, feeling each other out. They go for a test of strength, and right off the bat Letham goes for a DDT, but Lionheart is able slip out and goes to the outside to regroup.
Mark Followill: Andy Lionheart has Letham well scouted.
Jason Martel: Not sure if it was a wise move by Letham to go for a DDT this early in the match when Andy Lionheart has all of his faculties in order.
Lionheart gets back into the ring as he and Letham have another feeling out process. They lock up in the center of the ring, and Lionheart grabs Letham in a side headlock and takes him down, holding on to the headlock. The ref checks in on Letham as Lionheart keeps the headlock applied. Letham rolls up Lionheart, who's still holding onto the headlock, but only for a one count before Lionheart is able to push himself back down. Letham rolls Lionheart up again, but again only for a one count. Letham is able to push his way up as Lionheart keeps the side headlock applied. Letham pushes Lionheart back into the ropes and pushes him off, sending Lionheart running to the ropes on the opposite side. Letham jumps down onto his stomach, and Lionheart hops over him to the ropes on the other side. Letham back up and he leapfrogs over Lionheart, who's now running to the other side. Lionheart comes off the ropes, and Letham takes him down with a furious dropkick to the face, garnering a nice pop from the crowd.
Mark Followill: Letham going for a cover early in the bout! ONE... And that's all he gets.
Jason Martel: Too early to beat a competitor like Andy Lionheart, mostly because Andy's lost too many braincells to know when to just give up.
Mark Followill: I'll tell him you said that.
Lionheart back up, but Letham catches him with a flurry of swift kicks to Lionheart's body. Letham goes for a spinning roundhouse kick, but Lionheart catches him by the ankle, then quickly takes him down with a Dragon Screw. Lionheart holds on and spins around several times in succession.
Mark Followill: The spinning toe hold from Andy Lionheart.
Jason Martel: A move made famous by Texas wrestling legend, Terry Funk.
Mark Followill: The thing about Andy Lionheart is that there is no true way to scout him as he has a chameleon-like wrestling style. He can adapt to any style, and he's not limited to the moves that are normally in his arsenal.
Since Letham won't give up in the spinning toe hold, Lionheart comes down with an elbow drop across Letham's leg, then holds on to Letham's leg with his arms. Letham kicks at Lionheart's head, forcing Lionheart off. Both men are back to their feet. Lionheart charges at Letham with an attempted clothesline, but Letham ducks and runs to the ropes, going to the apron outside the ring. Lionheart turns around, and Letham slingshots himself from the apron to inside the ring, knocking Lionheart down with a slingshot clothesline. Lionheart struggles to his feet as Letham runs to the ropes. Letham comes off the ropes, and just as Lionheart is back up, Letham takes him down with a running bulldog.
Mark Followill: Letham with a cover. ONE... TWO... NO! Lionheart gets the shoulder up just in time.
Jason Martel: Andy Lionheart better get it together or it'll be a repeat of Summer Bash.
Letham picks Lionheart up by the head in a front face lock, and takes him down with a snap suplex. Letham waves his finger at the crowd, as they cheer him on. Letham proceeds to climb to the top turnbuckle. Letham comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a flying leg drop, but Lionheart rolls out of the way as Letham comes crashing down on his backside. Letham holds the small of his back and winces in pain from the missed flying leg drop. Lionheart picks Letham up and delivers a backbreaker. Lionheart stomps Letham, then runs and bounces off the ropes, and nails a running a leg drop. Lionheart with a cover. ONE... TWO... Letham with the shoulder up. Lionheart picks Letham up by the head and delivers a face buster. Lionheart then decides to climb to the top turnbuckle himself, his back turned to Letham. Unbeknownst to Lionheart, Letham is getting back up. Letham is up on the top turnbuckle, ready to go for a moonsault, but Letham runs and pushes Lionheart off the top turnbuckle, sending him crashing through the announce table as the crowd chants "HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!" The impact of the crash causes Jason Martel's headset to fly off, but it doesn't get unplugged as Mark Followill picks it up and hands it back to him.
Jason Martel: Are we still on?
Mark Followill: I can hear you.
Jason Martel: It looks like a car crash out here. What a mess.
Letham goes to the outside as referee Rick Maynard runs to the outside to check on Lionheart, making sure he can continue the match. Letham shoves the ref out of the way, and the ref gives him a warning, electing to show leniency. Letham picks up what appears to be a lifeless Lionheart. Letham slaps his head around. Letham drags Lionheart by his head with him, and brings him to the apron. Letham brings Lionheart to the top turnbuckle, as if to go for a top rope powerbomb. But Lionheart regains his bearings, punching away at Letham. Letham punches back, but to no avail as Lionheart regains control with a forearm to the face. Lionheart then grabs Letham in a side headlock, and brings him crashing down with a Super Cutter, drawing another chant of "HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!"
Mark Followill: Andy Lionheart nailing Letham with his signature Super Cutter, and both men are down and out!
Jason Martel: Referee Rick Maynard has to lay down the ten count now to see if either man can get up.
Mark Followill: And obviously, it goes without saying that whoever gets up first will have a tremendous advantage.
The referee begins the ten count. ONE... TWO... Neither man can get up... THREE... FOUR... Both men begin to stir... FIVE... SIX... Lionheart sits up, as Letham turns to his side, stopping the count. Lionheart gets to his knees, and struggles to bring himself up. Letham is struggling to even make it to his knees. Lionheart staggers up, as does Letham. Lionheart goes for a crescent kick, but Letham ducks. Lionheart turns around, and Letham catches him with a swinging neckbreaker. Letham goes for a cover.
Mark Followill: ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Lionheart barely gets the shoulder up at two and three quarters!
Jason Martel: How could he muster the strength to get out of that predicament?!
Letham can't believe that Lionheart was able to get out of the pin, then argues with the ref about the count. But the ref maintains his stance that it was only two. Lionheart is struggling to his feet, but Letham decides to take a chance and run the ropes. Letham comes off the ropes and goes for a crossbody block, but Lionheart catches him and turns the crossbody into a spinebuster, causing the crowd to go "OOOOOOHHHH!"
Mark Followill: Now Andy Lionheart going for a cover! ONE... TWO... THR-NO! How on earth did Letham get his shoulder up from that ferocious spinebuster?!
Jason Martel: With the Von Erich Memorial Championship about to make its way into SNW, and with the championship committee watching the matches to see who the contenders are for the Texas Championship, neither man wants to lose, because at the end of the day everyone is striving to be a champion.
Lionheart can't believe it, but he goes to pick up Letham. But then...
Mark Followill: Letham just came from out of nowhere with that L.E.S.! Letham with a cover! ONE... TWO... THREE!
"My Curse" blares over the PA as the crowd roars in approval. The ref has to help Letham up as he raises his hand in victory.
Monica Deluca: Your winner of the match... Letham!
Mark Followill: What a match these two put on!
Jason Martel: And you know that the Dark Ones have to be looking over their shoulder, clutching to their championship belts even closer.
Mark Followill: Fans, stay tuned because up next, the Sports Nutz host another edition of Sports Talk, with their guest Soul Reaper!
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Post by Hollywood on Aug 17, 2008 16:08:03 GMT -6
The crowd inside the Plano Centre in Plano, TX is booing their lungs out as "Ecstasy of Gold" is blaring over the PA. The ring is already set up for Sports Talk, with George Dunpork and Craig "Senior" Mueller sitting on the black leather sofa inside the ring. The coffee table with bobblehead doll representations of Gordon Heath and the Sports Nutz is in place. Gordon Heath is conspicuous by his absence.
Mark Followill: Well the wait is over! It's time for Sports Talk!
Jason Martel: I guess we'll find out if Soul Reaper is full of crap or if the Sports Nutz really did do wrestling fans everywhere a favor by trying to take out that devil worshiper.
Craig Mueller: As you can all see, "The Excellent Gordie" isn't here on the set of Sports Talk. If you must know, he is in his office, and has elected to stay there as it is much too difficult to try to get him into the ring as he had to be put in a full body cast. And since you're so concerned, Gordon Heath won't be able to walk for at least a month.
The audience cheers loudly at the announcement that Gordon Heath can't walk for a month. The collective jaws of Craig and George fall down in shock.
Dunpork: And to add to that, Gordie has to eat through a straw!
Craig Mueller: How bloodthirsty are you people?!
Dunpork: Craig, let's just go ahead and bring out the son of a b*tch who's responsible for Gordie's injuries, Soul Reaper.
"Into the Fire" by Disturbed blares over the PA and the crowd comes unglued, cheering their heads off as Soul Reaper walks through the curtain wearing a sleeveless hooded robe. His has no expression whatsoever on his face as he walks down to the ring. He enters and notices that there's nowhere for him to sit. He grabs a mic off the coffee table.
Reaper: You're not going to make your guest welcome by having a place for me to sit? I mean, all I did was ram my hummer into Gordie's limo.
Craig Mueller: You almost killed someone, and all you're concerned about is having a place to sit?!
Reaper: Well you guys get to sit down.
Dunpork: That's because this is OUR show.
Reaper: Your show? With your fake wood coffee table and your pleather sofa. You sit there like the little punks you are and the best you can do is not have a chair out here to accommodate your guest. Nice bobbleheads by the way, but theres just a small problem with them. They aren't true representations... here let me fix that.
Reaper walks over to the table holding the bobbleheads and nudges over the Gordon Heath figure. As it falls, the crowd erupts in cheers and Reaper takes a step back
Reaper: There, thats better. Face down on the ground and unable to stand on his own.
Craig Mueller: Oh you're so funny! Making fun of the fact that Gordie can't walk or stand on his own, which let me remind you is all YOUR fault! And why oh why did you try to kill Gordie? Is it because we jumped you from behind?
Pissed off, Dunpork slaps Craig upside the head. Craig shouts "OW!" in a very effeminate tone of voice.
Dunpork: You idiot! Nobody was supposed to know it was us, remember?!
Reaper begins to smile with a sadistic look on his face
Reaper: Well initially, yes, it was because you worthless, no talents attacked me for seemingly no reason, as I actually started to plan it out it just started sounding more and more like a fun activity. You see, I know that we've all met and had our run ins before this little place got underway, and well, I can't recall a time that I've ever been impressed by anything you morons did. You've always pranced around like a band of closet homosexuals and tried to be the 'assholes' of certain organizations, but well, you're soft. Honestly, look at my track record against most of this roster and you'll notice that it took the few that have beaten me a hell of a lot more than a small beatdown or a tire iron. Hell it took Hellspawn a barbwire bat to finally record his first pin on me and even then he knows how lucky of a shot that was. And do you know why it takes more than what you little pansies have got?
The Sports Nutz look at Soul Reaper, then look to each other, muttering the word "pansies?" because they can't believe Reaper would call them such.[/color]
Reaper: Its simply because you haven't got what it takes to kill me. Outside of putting me down for good, there will never be a time that ANY of your feeble attempts won't go unpunished. Gordie... poor Gordie, he was just the start. You ought to be thanking whatever gods you have that all I did was put him in a body cast, because trust me, if I wanted him out of the picture, this wouldn't be a simple interview segment right now, it would be a memorial tribute. You punks think you're so cocky, so good, so arrogant, well all of that doesn't mean S@$T! when you're up against Soul Reaper. Like I said, Gordie was just the beginning. When I'm through with the Sportz Nuts, the only thing left of them will be a few old pictures of you guys on wrestling websites.
Craig Mueller: OK, that's it! You get out of this ring now before we call the police and have you hauled off to jail for making death threats against us!
"Way of the fist " by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the speaker, as the Dark Ones walk out to a surprisingly big pop from the crowd. . Hellspawn is in a black suit with his usual makeup. Wench and Gory walk out with the tag titles around their waist. Dark Sun walks behind them all with a Bat in his hands. [/color]
Mark Followill: What an ovation from these fans here at the Plano Centre!
Jason Martel: Typical Dallas/Fort Worth bandwagon, fairweather fans. The only reason they're cheering Hellspawn is because he keeps winning.
The Dark Ones enter the ring as the Sports Nutz gawk at them, looking offended that the Dark Ones are inviting themselves to Sports Talk. Reaper is grinning from ear to ear. Hellspawn walks to the side of the ring and is handed a microphone by Monica. Hellspawn looks to the Dark Ones then to the Sport Nutz, then to Soul Reaper.
Hellspawn: Well it seems we have a problem out here and as Co-owner I feel I need to settle things like this. However we seem to be missing one piece so Gordie Heath roll your ass out here.
Dunpork: Hellspawn, you saw what happened to Gordie by Soul Reaper! He can not be out here!
Hellspawn: Let me make myself clear if Gordie Heath doesn't come out here you two are not walking out of this ring.
The fans cheer to what Hellspawn says as the Sport Nutz look at each other confused. The crowd starts booing loudly as Gordon Heath is rolled out to the top of the stage by a security guard.[/color]
Mark Followill: Well it seems Hellspawn has gotten Gordie out here like he wanted.
Jason Martel: This is horrible! Gordon Heath is in a wheelchair, wearing a full bodycast, yet is forced to be out here!
Gordie: Why the hell do you got me out here in the condition I am in?
Hellspawn: Well the answer to that question is simple and it is on this piece of paper.
Hellspawn pulls a piece of paper from his jacket and opens it. He smiles down at the paper and then looks up at the Sport Nutz with a smile. They smile back at him as Hellspawn's face turns serious.
Hellspawn: You two are fired from your spots over seeing SNW as of this minute and are back on the active roster.
The crowd explodes in cheers after what Hellspawn said. The Sport Nutz are laughing and pointing to Gordie.[/color]
Mueller: You can't fire us. You only have fifty percent of the company. Gordie will hire us right back.
Hellspawn: Well you would think that is true but you see there is a little thing in my contract that only me and Gordie knew about. Gordie would you like to tell everyone what that was?
Gordie is up on the top of the stage shaking his head. The security guard holds a mic to Gordie's mouth but nothing comes out.[/color]
Hellspawn: Well since Gordie doesn't want to tell you people I will. Listen up you two morons! I'm only going to read this once. Upon Hellspawn winning the SNW Texas Heavyweight Title, he will be granted two percent interest in the company as part of signing. Now let me see here, but two plus fifty equals fifty-two, right? So what that does is make me? The majority owner of SNW! Now like I said you two are fired! Get out of my ring now!
The crowd is cheering like mad as Craig and George leave the ring, arguing with each other.[/color]
Mark Followill: I can't believe what I just heard! Hellspawn is the majority owner of SNW!
Jason Martel: Gordie is white as a ghost on the stage.
Hellspawn: Now that we have that part of business done with, how 'bout we start making some matches for the next Onslaught in two weeks, as well as Guys' Night Out on September 13?
The crowd cheers as Hellspawn pulls another piece of paper from his jacket. The Sport Nutz and Gordie are trying to go to the back but security is blocking the way out.[/color]
Hellspawn: You three might want to stay and hear this 'cause it involves you all.
The Sport Nutz turn back towards the ring as Gordie spins his wheel chair around.[/color]
Hellspawn: Now I know Soul Reaper wants to get his hands on Gordie Heath and I respect that. Now what I am willing to do is book a match for Guys' Night Out, pitting Gordie Heath and the Sport Nutz against Soul Reaper.
The crowd seems to be confused as the Sport Nutz are celebrating the announcement on top of the stage.[/color]
Hellspawn: Oh I'm sorry I forgot the last part. It will be The Sport Nutz and Gordie Heath against Soul Reaper and the Texas Tag Team Champions, Wench and Gory.
The crowd explodes as Wench and Gory turn and face the Sport Nutz. The Sport Nutz are screaming at the ring, then they argue with each other on their way to the back as security wheels Gordie behind them. Soul Reaper looks at Hellspawn and nods before leaving the ring and exiting through the crowd.[/color]
Hellspawn: Now I have heard Emo Kid talk about being hardcore. Well we all know that there is no one more hardcore then me so on the next Onslaught it will be against Emo Kid for the Texas Heavyweight Title in a Texas Street Fight where falls will count anywhere. Now Emo Kid, I promise you that this will be the last meeting between us because I plan to destroy you. Now alot of people have asked what about Silvus? Well Silvus will be going through a series of tests to see if he is ready to face me once again for my title. Silvus will have to survive two three-man gauntlets and then a tag match at Guys' Night Out to earn another one on one title shot. Now I will not reveal the participants of the gauntlet yet but it will make for some interesting matches. Now if Silvus wins those matches he will need to find a partner for Guys' Night Out because he will be facing me and a partner of my choosing. If he wins that match, then he will be getting the title shot.
The announcement gets a mixed reaction from the crowd.[/color]
Hellspawn: I know people are asking, "Am I going to give Matt what he wants?" Well the answer is yes but by him getting what he wants, me and Wench get what we want. You see, I have a contract here for Matt to sign but if he signs it to become an active wrestler again, he will also be divorcing Wench with the same signature. So Matt, the ball is in your court. I know you are here. Come on out and make a decision.
Metallica's cover version of Bob Seger's "Turn The Page" hits. Once the song gets out of the slow intro and kicks into the heavy portion, Matt Margera appears on the stage of the Plano Centre. He then walks down the custom made ramp on his way to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He enters the ring, leering over at Gory and Dark Sun, then looking to Hellspawn and Wench. Wench just gives Matt a cold stare, and he just shakes his head at her. Hellspawn hands Matt the contract and a pen. Matt looks down at the contract, then looks up at the Dark Ones. He takes the pen as if he's about to sign the contract. Hellspawn turns to look at Gory and Dark Sun and nods his head. Matt takes that one second to nail Hellspawn with the Benihana out of nowhere, knocking the big man down to a mix of thunderous cheers and boos from the crowd! Matt takes the pen and jabs it into Hellspawn's forehead over and over until Gory and Dark Sun grab a hold of him. Matt struggles his way up as Dark Sun and Gory try to overpower him. Meanwhile, Wench runs over and checks on Hellspawn, who's knocked out and bleeding from the forehead. Matt kicks Dark Sun in the groin, then grabs Gory and overhead belly to belly suplexes him through the coffee table.
Mark Followill: Matt Margera has snapped!
Jason Martel: Can you blame him?! The Dark Ones were the ones that pushed him over the edge!
Matt turns and looks over to Wench, who's standing up, her back turned to Matt. Wench turns around and is met with a vicious Benihana from Matt, knocking her out cold. The entire crowd has now turned on Matt for this sadistic act. Dark Sun slowly gets up, but Matt knocks him out with the Benihana. Gory tries to get up, but Matt takes him out with a Buzzsaw Kick. Matt turns and kneels down beside Hellspawn and wipes some of the blood onto his finger tips. He picks up the contract, and signs his initials in Hellspawn's blood. Matt gets out of the ring and begins to make his way to the back. Codi Shane saunters down the ramp, and Matt embraces her, then makes out with her as the crowd boos at a deafening level.
Mark Followill: This is revolting! I can't believe that I ever gave Matt the benefit of the doubt!
Jason Martel: Hate to say I told you so, but I told you so! Hahahaha! And you know how I knew?! Matt told me himself, and didn't care if I said anything because he knew that you and all the humanoids would be stupid enough not to believe me!
Matt and Codi turn and look at the destruction in the ring and flash wicked grins as the show fades to black.[/b]
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