Onslaught, 2/1/09-- Decatur, TX

[Hollywood]

SHOW OPEN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDT9-Udnn3k



After the show open, the shot switches to ringside as "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" blares over the PA. The Destruction Crew walk out from behind the entrance curtain onto the stage of the Decatur Civic Center as the crowd cheers them on, having watched their antics at Dunpork's House of Bacon as documented on SNW.com.

Mark Followill: Welcome to SNW Onslaught, and we're kicking things with an 8-man tag match!

Jason Martel: Judging by the Destruction Crew's opponents, more like a slaughter!

Mark Followill: And joining us for guest commentary, "No Gimmicks Needed" Nick Scott.

Nick Scott: It's a pleasure to be here, but I gotta say that I'm a bit dumbfounded that these fans are screaming their lungs out for some bullies that haven't even had a match here in SNW yet. But when I came out before the show went on the air, I didn't get any reaction from them at all.

Monica Deluca: The following is an 8-man tag match, set for one fall. First, already in the ring, the team of Mike LaFontaine, Pat Neely, Greg Wilson and Ryne Sunberg!

Mike, Pat, Greg and Ryne put their arms up in the air to no reaction whatsoever.

Monica Deluca: Their opponents, the team of Killer Kong, Mike "Beastman" Hanson, Super Vader and the Mauler, they are the Destruction Crew!

Mike Hanson is swinging around his bullrope with a cowbell on the end, while chewing some tobacco as he stomps down to the ring. Killer Kong, with a scowl on his face, slowly walks down to the ring. Super Vader saunters down to the ring, screaming and grunting at the fans, but in such a way that it's playing to them as they cheer him on. He does the Vader hand signal, and the ringside fans do it right back with him. Mauler follows behind everyone else. Swinging his chain wildly, he walks down the aisle, crazed look on his face, stomping about like a madman. At random intervals, Mauler starts screaming "HUSS! HUSS!" And the fans shout "HUSS! HUSS!" right back.

Mark Followill: Earlier this week, the Destruction Crew decided to pay a visit to Dunpork's House of Bacon, George Dunpork's brand new breakfast establishment.

Jason Martel: Yeah, and these lunatics caused the poor waitress to quit on her first day!

Mark Followill: And fans, be sure to check out some of the new businesses that have been opened up with the help of Sports Nutz Wrestling because you never know when the SNW cameras just might show up!

Nick Scott: How come I haven't been approached about opening a business yet?

Ryne Sunberg, Greg Wilson and Pat Neely all have deer in the headlights looks on their faces, but Mike LaFontaine, overconfident from his win over Josh Knox several weeks ago, just smiles right at the Destruction Crew.

Jason Martel: Haha! Look at that! Ryne Sunberg, Pat Neely and Greg Wilson just ran out of the ring and are running out of the building!

Mark Followill: And Mike LaFontaine doesn't even realize it!

Nick Scott: What a bunch of girls!

Mike LaFontaine decided to talk some smack to the Destruction Crew as they entered the ring and took off their entrance gear. LaFontaine then turned around to talk to his teammates, but realized to his horror that they had run out. He turned around, and the Destruction Crew proceeded to beat the stuffing out of him throughout the course of the match, nailing their big signature moves on him. LaFontaine took every member's finisher, with Hanson first nailing LaFontaine with the Lone Star Lariat, followed by the MaulerSlam from Mauler. Next was the Kong Splash, then the Destruction Crew and the fans cheered Super Vader on as he climbed the ropes, his back to LaFontaine. Super Vader backflipped off the top ropes and flattened LaFontaine with a VaderSault. ONE... TWO... THREE!

WINNERS: THE DESTRUCTION CREW

Monica Deluca: Your winners of the match, the Destruction Crew!

Mark Followill: Did that match even last five minutes?

Jason Martel: Not much of a match at all.

Nick Scott: That didn't impress me in the least. Wake me when they have to face some real competition. I'm out of here.

Nick throws down his headset and storms off, bumping into Mauler. Mauler yells at Nick, and Nick flips him off. Mauler's about to jump at Nick, but Super Vader, Mike Hanson and Killer Kong all hold him back as Mauler yells out several obscenities that have to be bleeped out by the CW censors. Nick just laughs and walks off.

Mark Followill: No class whatsoever from Nick Scott.

Jason Martel: No class?! Excuse me, what about Mauler and his foul mouth that needs to be washed out with soap?!

Mark Followill: Fans, stay right there as more SNW Onslaught comes your way!

Jason Martel: You're just going to ignore me?!

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[Hollywood]

"The Second Coming" by Juelz Santana hits the speakers as Criss Cassidy appears from behind the curtains to a nice pop. He walks down the steps off the stage of the Decatur Civic Center, wearing a dark red trench coat and a pair of Jordan shorts on, he slides into the ring and takes off his coat as he waits in the middle of the ring.

Monica Deluca: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing 215 pounds, Criss Cassidy!

Mark Followill: Well Criss seems ready for his match against one half of the SNW Texas Tag Team Champions.

Jason Martel: Well he better be cause Goryokaku is not a man you take lightly.

Phil Soussan's cover version of "Welcome To My Nightmare" begins to play as the crowd boos. Goryokaku and Tanya Adams step out from behind the entrance curtain.

Monica Deluca: And his opponent... accompanied to the ring by Tanya Adams, from Lowestoft, England and weighing 245 pounds, one half of the SNW Texas Tag Team Champions and 52% co-owner of SNW, Goryokaku!

Gory and Tanya make their way down the aisle, ignoring the boos of the fans. They stop before the ring, and Gory holds his hands in a prayer as Tanya makes her way into the ring. She waits for Goryokaku at the ropes as he now looks up and starts walking to the steps, climbing them up slowly. Tanya holds the ropes open so Gory can duck under the ropes and step in. He walks to the center of the ring with Tanya at his side, sneering at the heckling crowd. "Rawkfist" hits as Xtreme Team and Sara Cannady walk out with nachos and sodas in their hands. They walk to the ringside area and take their seats in the front row and wave their tickets in the air at Gory as the crowd is cheering.

Jason Martel: What are they doing here?! They are barred from ringside!

Mark Followill: They are banned from ringside, yes, but not from buying tickets.

The match was underway and Gory wasted no time taking Criss down with a clothsline. Gory worked on Criss's neck with various moves throughout the match before locking in a camel clutch. The ref asked if Criss wanted to quit, but Gory broke the hold. Later on in the match, Gory looked down at Xtreme Team as he pulled Criss up and threw him to the outside. Gory slammed Cassidy's head into the barricade right in front of Xtreme Team before throwing him over the barricade right onto Xtreme Team, knocking their food and drinks all over them. Gory laughed as he dared one of the members of Xtreme Team to make a move. Criss pulled himself back over the barricade and Gory quickly got him back in the ring. Gory waited for Criss to get to his feet and hit him with the Gory Kick, but chose not to go for the pin. Gory pulled Criss again to his feet and hit the flurry of kicks he calls the Okaku Convention, then followed that up by locking in the Okaku Lock while facing Xtreme Team. Gory yelled at them as Criss tapped out.

WINNER: GORYOKAKU

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Monica Deluca: Here is your winner, Goryokaku.

Mark Followill: I think Gory was more motivated by Xtreme Team's presence.

Jason Martel: Well, if Xtreme Team isn't careful, that will be their fate the next time they go for the titles.

Gory poses in the ring with the title as Xtreme Team and Sara Cannady mockingly clap at him.

A video package begins to play. A man begins to read, his voice very much like that of the late Johnny Cash.The reading is from the Book of Revelations.[/color]

I saw that the Lamb opened one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures saying, as with a voice of thunder, "Come and see!"

A horse illuminated in white light appears.

And behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow. A crown was given to him, and he came forth conquering, and to conquer.

When he opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, "Come!"

A horse illuminated in red light appears.[/color]

Another came forth, a red horse. To him who sat on it was given power to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another. There was given to him a great sword.

A third horse, a black steed, hardly illuminated at all, appears.[/color]

When he opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, "Come and see!" And behold, a black horse, and he who sat on it had a balance in his hand.

When he opened the fourth seal, I heard the fourth living creature saying, "Come and see!"

A fourth horse, illuminated in a pale green, appears.[/color]

And behold, a pale horse, and he who sat on it, his name was Death. Hell followed with him.

A message appears across the screen:[/color]

Four shall come to SNW. And nothing will ever be the same. Let Chapter Six be your guide to Salvation.

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[Hollywood]

"Sinner" by Drowning Pool blares over the PA, and the crowd boos as Viper and Adriana Samu walk out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. They walk down the steps and onto the aisle, making their way to the ring amid all the heckling.

Monica Deluca: The following is a six person tag match, set for one fall. First, representing the SINdicate, the team of Viper and Adriana Samu!

Mark Followill: I can't help but notice that Viper and Adriana Samu seem a little bit distant this week.

Jason Martel: Oh will you quit trying to stir up dissention! I'm sure everything is just fine in SINners land.

"Sinner" dies down. "Ratfinks, Suicide Tanks, and Cannibal Girls" by White Zombie booms over the PA. After the song plays for about fifteen seconds, Jack Clinton appears from behind the curtain as the fans boo him. He walks down the steps off the stage and down the aisle, sneering at the ringside fans that are heckling him.

Mark Followill: The 7 foot Jack Clinton is never in a good mood, and I have no idea how on earth he's going to get along with Viper and Adriana Samu.

Jason Martel: I'd be pissed off too if I literally got Rick Roll'd.

Monica Deluca: Their partner, from Beverly Hills, California, Jack Clinton!

Jack Clinton enters the ring as his music dies down.

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.

"Omerta" by Lamb of God booms over the PA, and walking out from behind the entrance curtain are Enigmah, Omerta and Rick Roll to a loud pop from the crowd. After they walk down the steps and off the stage, they walk down the aisle and slap hands with the fans.

Monica Deluca: Their opponents, the team of Enigmah, Omerta and Rick Roll!

Mark Followill: Well recently on Guys Night Out, it was Enigmah who cost Jack Clinton a six person tag match after she showed Clinton a little bit more than he expected.

We see a clip of from Guys Night Out when Enigmah took off her shirt and flashed Clinton, though her back is to the camera. Then we see Rick Roll catching Clinton with a school boy roll up pin.

Jason Martel: That was a fluke, and Jack Clinton will prove it this week! I guarantee you that lightning won't strike twice.

Enigmah didn't get a chance to enter the ring as Adriana Samu ran and flipped over the ropes, landing a somersault plancha onto Enigmah, taking both ladies down. Before Omerta and Rick Roll could do anything, Viper and Clinton met them outside the ring. Viper was paired off with Omerta, while Clinton worked over Rick Roll inside the ring. Enigmah didn't do a whole lot in the match as she was knocked out for a good while thanks to Samu throwing her into the ring steps, the back of her head hitting the steps. From then on, it was practically a three on two handicap match, but Omerta and Rick Roll took the fight to Viper, Clinton and Samu. Toward the end, a melee broke out inside the ring. Enigmah regained consciousness and rolled into the ring after shaking the cobwebs, but Clinton grabbed her by the throat and slammed her down with the Final Destruction. Omerta tried to go after Clinton, but Viper cut him off with a Viper Line. As referee Danny Travers was distracted trying to get Omerta and Viper out of the ring, Adriana Samu kicked Rick Roll in the family jewels, sending him rolling to the outside. Clinton covers Enigmah. ONE... TWO... THREE!

WINNERS: JACK CLINTON, VIPER AND ADRIANA SAMU

Monica Deluca: Your winners of the match, Jack Clinton, Viper and Adriana Samu!

Mark Followill: What a great team player Jack Clinton is, just blowing off Viper and Adriana Samu after winning the match.

Jason Martel: Hey, he did his job and proved to everyone that his loss on Guys Night Out was a fluke!

Mark Followill: We'll be back after this!

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[Hollywood]

Scene opens showing a beaten down playground, a swing set with the rub seats torn, a set of rusted monkey bars. The grass is yellow with weeds and puddles of water scattered across the playground. A few kids can be shown in the background playing on the toy set as a man is shown sitting in one of the swing sets, with his hair down wearing a gray hoodie so his hair hovers over his face.

To some this might just be another beaten down playground, were your child hood memories begin to come back to you. I mean you take turns on the swings, you fall from the monkey bars, and you go down the slide and have a good time. Then after that your run along the grass and play tag, or perhaps just play whatever sport you had in your mind. Growing up everyone wanted to be a hockey player. Growing up in Canada, every child in my grade school had dreams and admirations of wanting to become Wayne Gretzky, they wanted to be good ol 99, they wanted to be The Great One.

Yet I never did, I was different, and it all happened on a playground like this. I went through grade school and all I got was bullied and picked on. I had kids left and right pick on me and call me names, make fun of my life as I had no mommy or daddy to go to those Open House events, those school events I had no mother or father to say can you sign this so I can go to my field trip and enjoy my day. No I never got that, as I lived with my grandparents who didn’t give a damn about me, which seemed kind of fitting.

As they didn’t give a damn about there one and only daughter to begin with. You see they were religious nuts who turned away from there own daughter when they found out that at the mere age of 17 she was pregnant. She was pregnant and didn’t even finish high school. She had a kid before she even had a diploma. She had to make decisions before she even knew how to drive. She was too busy raising her baby boy so she never went to prom, she never had a graduation. So they didn’t care about there daughter, but boy did there daughter care about her only son. That son happened to be me, yet the story of my mother shall come another day.

This chapter is about me telling you all why I had the desire and passion of wanting to become a wrestler. You see in this playground I had all these bullies beating me up, but the city I grew up in, had such a tight grip on what to let there children watch and discover on the tube, my grandparents didn’t give a damn. Therefore flipping the channels and there I saw Hulk Hogan, Andre The Giant, Randy Savage, among others I saw them on my television. On a local channel I saw Stampede wrestling and I saw how these wrestlers took out there frustrations. They punched people, they kicked people, they bodyslammed people and I thought it was great. I thought it was entertaining, fun so then on those field trips after school over the years I said screw it and I looked forward to coming home and sitting in my room and flipping through the channels and waiting for that entertaining venture of wrestling to come on. It was my escape from the reality I lived in.

So one day in my reality, the real world I got bullied by two fat kids, don’t remember there names nor do I care. But every day it kept happening until just one day I had enough, I had enough and one day I ran right at that kid jumped up and dropkicked him right in the head. Then I turned to the other guy and hit him with a right hand as hard as I could. I didn’t care about the repercussions I faced, those 30 seconds I felt like I was the king of the world. It seemed kind of sad for a kid that his emotional and physical high happened to be when he dropkicked a fat kid. Yet I had nothing else to cling too. I had nothing else to hold on to. Therefore I needed that escape. I needed a moment like that to make me realize that if I try hard enough, I can have more than just those 30 seconds in some beaten down playground in some snowy cold crap town in Canada.

So here in a playground like this is where it all started. Yet come back to now and here I am 27 years old and questioning myself. Funny isn’t it that’s how this business works. That is how the world spins round and round. It recycles itself, the business, the passion, the desire, the heart, the pride everything about wrestling recycles itself. It’s a recycling process, every wrestler has that moment of clarity he has his lows, then his high, then back to a low and then BOOM. The biggest name in this business went from starting out in Florida to New York then said screw it then to Minnesota back to the North and he was born. Another star went from Texas and his career ended in Texas. So maybe that’s why in the coming weeks I plan to make a trip to Texas. Maybe that’s the place for me to rekindle the fire, rekindle everything about me.

You see people I need something to feel. I need something to attach myself to and have something to draw myself towards. I need to feel passionate, I need to feel the desire to go out and become someone who matters. I need something to hang my hat on and have pride for. I need to feel that desire and passion burning inside of me. I need it the problem is I have no way to get it. So perhaps the coming weeks will help me. Perhaps a trip down memory lane is all the doctor ordered. So here I am in a beaten playground, and the camera is showing a beaten down and desperate man. I have feel nothing, I have nothing and I want something, I want to feel something any ounce of anything would help me. So I close this message by saying that perhaps my need is the very thing I found on a playground like this, and that is retribution.

The man sits up from the seat on the swing set and walks away as the scene ends. Shot cuts to the broadcast table.

Mark Followill: That voice sounds familiar, but with his hair and hoodie covering his face, I can't tell who that is.

Jason Martel: Well according to my sources, it's someone who was once a great star in this business and has since fallen on hard times. And now, this man is on his way down to Texas to compete for SNW.

Mark Followill: Your "sources" could find out all that information but not be able to figure out who it is?

Jason Martel: They said they'd have to kill me if they told me who it was.

Mark Followill: But they're still alive as they allegedly know who it is?! Gimme a break! You're a bigger liar than Joe the Plumber!

Jason Martel: I am not a liar!

Mark Followill: Wait a second... What?... Alright, I'm receiving word in my headset that there's a disturbance in the back...

Shot switches to a backstage hallway, where Goryokaku, Wench, Hellspawn, George Dunpork and Craig "Senior" Mueller are all putting the boots to Soul Reaper, who's been taken down to the floor in an ambush. Gordon Heath gets a few cheap kicks in himself as he taunts Reaper. Reaper groans as they walk off.

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Mark Followill: Oh dear lord, Soul Reaper may not be able to compete tonight!

Jason Martel: Knowing Hellspawn, he's not afraid to go it alone against Emo Kid and Azrael, especially considering that Emo and Azzie can't stand each other.

Mark Followill: We'll be back after this!

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[Hollywood]

Mark Followill: Welcome back to SNW Onslaught. Earlier, Soul Reaper had been attacked backstage by the Dark Ones and the Sports Nutz.

The footage that just aired of Reaper being beaten down by the Dark Ones and Sports Nutz is replayed.

Jason Martel: All the Dark Ones and Sports Nutz were doing was trimming SNW of the fat that's clogging up this great company. They took out Criss Cassidy. Now they take out Soul Reaper. And hopefully you're the next spare they take out.

Mark Followill: Brenda Price is standing by backstage with word on Soul Reaper's condition.

Shot opens in the backstage hallway where Soul Reaper had been attacked. The only person there now is Brenda Price.

Brenda Price: Thanks, Mark. EMTs came down here after the Dark Ones and Sports Nutz left the vicinity. They checked on Soul Reaper, and his injuries were serious enough that they took him to a nearby hospital. So now it looks like it'll just be Hellspawn taking on Emo Kid and Azrael.

Shot switches back to the ringside area as "White Knuckles" by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the PA. The fans boo tremendously loud as Hellspawn, clad in a black leather trench coat and a Quiet Riot-like mask, walks out from behind the curtain with Wench by his side.

Monica Deluca: This is our main event. First, from Hell's Kitchen and weighing 355 pounds, accompanied by one half of the SNW Texas Tag Team Champions, Wench, this is Hellspawn!

Mark Followill: Hellspawn made his shocking return recently on Guys Night Out, taking out Silvus with a fireball, putting a premature stop to his Texas Title defense against Soul Reaper.

We see a clip of Hellspawn running into the ring and throwing a fireball at Silvus. Shot goes back to ringside, where Hellspawn and Wench just ignore the fans that are heckling them as they enter the ring as "White Knuckles" dies down. A beating pulse is played over the PA, then Ten Masked Men's version of "Careless Whisper" blares as Emo Kid comes out from behind the entrance curtain, angry as ever and Hannah by his side as the fans boo him as well.

Mark Followill: There's quite a bit of history here with Emo Kid and Hellspawn.

Jason Martel: That's right. Over ten months ago, Hellspawn and Emo Kid forged an alliance, but Emo Kid rebelled against Hellspawn and that alliance was quickly dissolved.

Monica Deluca: His opponent, first from Bakersfield, California and weighing 185 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Hannah, Emo Kid!

Emo Kid and Hannah storm down to the ring, yelling at the ringside fans who are heckling them. Emo enters the ring as Hannah stays down on the floor as "Careless Whisper" dies down. "Queen of the Damned" hits, and the fans cheer as they await the arrival of Azrael. But he's not coming out.

Mark Followill: OK, what in the world is going on here?

Jason Martel: I guess even Azrael is afraid of Hellspawn. I would be too considering the backup he has.

Emo Kid is yelling, shouting "Where the f[bleep] are you, Azrael?!" Emo turns around and is leveled by a big clothesline from Hellspawn, who follows up with an elbow drop as referee Rick Maynard calls for the bell.

Mark Followill: So now it appears this has become an impromptu one on one match.

Jason Martel: It certainly appears that way.

Hellspawn stomps away on Emo Kid while holding onto the ropes. Hannah yells at Hellspawn, who just holds his nose and blows his snot right at her. Azrael finally comes out to a big pop from the crowd, but he has a chair in hand. Gordon Heath is stomping and romping behind him and grabs him by the arm. Azrael looks at Gordie as if to say "WTF?" while Gordie yells at him, telling him he has an obligation to meet. Azrael just shrugs it off and wallops Gordie over the head with the steel chair to a thunderous ovation.

Jason Martel: He can't do that! That's "The Excellent Gordie" Gordon Heath, co-owner of SNW!

Mark Followill: But he's not the majority owner. Goryokaku is, and I don't think Gory is going to be firing Azrael anytime soon.

Azrael sets the chair down as George Dunpork and Craig "Senior" Mueller, the Sports Nutz, run down to check on Gordie. They yell at Azrael, who just shrugs and sits down to watch the match, folding his arms. The Sports Nutz pick up Gordie and help him to the back. Meanwhile, in the ring, Hellspawn whips Emo Kid into the ropes. Hellspawn goes for a big boot, but Emo ducks under. Hellspawn turns around, and Emo staggers Hellspawn with a dropkick to the right leg. Emo with another dropkick, this time to Hellspawn's upper body, and Hellspawn again staggers around. Emo hits Hellspawn with a series of kicks to the back of Hellspawn's right leg, then rakes his eyes, followed up by a dropsault that finally takes the big man down. Emo goes for a cover. ONE... Hellspawn military presses Emo off of him.

Mark Followill: Hellspawn much to powerful for Emo Kid to try to pin him this early in the match.

Jason Martel: We could have fireworks here as Emo Kid sees Azrael now and is throwing a fit.

Emo Kid screams and yells over at Azrael to come down to the ring and make a tag. Azrael just cups his ears and acts like he can't hear Emo Kid. Emo kicks the ropes and turns around, only for Hellspawn to grab him by the throat with both hands. Hellspawn, holding Emo by the throat, overhead throws Emo halfway across the ring with a move commonly known as The Crackerjack.

Mark Followill: Hellspawn just hurled Emo Kid to the other side of the globe!

Jason Martel: Emo Kid is in for a long night.

Emo is having a hard time trying to pick himself up. Hellspawn picks him up by the head and places him on his shoulders, then slams him down facefirst onto the top turnbuckle pad with the Snake Eyes. Emo staggers around, and Hellspawn quickly grabs him, slamming him down with a sidewalk slam. Hellspawn goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Emo gets the shoulder up. Hellspawn doesn't let up as he locks in an STF, but Emo is too close to the ropes. But Hellspawn doesn't let go until referee Rick Maynard counts to four. Hellspawn picks Emo up and whips him into the ropes. Hellspawn catches Emo off the rebound and slams him down hard to the canvas with a powerslam. ONE... TWO... Emo again gets the shoulder up.

Mark Followill: Emo Kid is like a cockroach that you can't kill. He keeps kicking out of every predicament.

Jason Martel: Are you calling Emo Kid a cockroach? He could sue you for slander, you know.

Mark Followill: I didn't call him... oh nevermind!

Hellspawn goes to pick up Emo Kid, but Emo counters with a jawbreaker that staggers the big man. Emo Kid runs and rebounds off the ropes, then nails Hellspawn with a spinning heel kick off the rebound that knocks Hellspawn down. Emo follows up with a double stomp, then a pinfall attempt. ONE... TWO... Hellspawn kicks out. Emo goes to the top turnbuckle as Hellspawn picks himself up. With Hellspawn back up, Emo comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a flying crossbody block, but Hellspawn catches Emo and hoists him up on his shoulders in a Canadian backbreaker position. Hellspawn follows through with a shoulderbreaker, then goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... Emo gets the shoulder up.

Mark Followill: Azrael actually seems to be impressed with Emo Kid's effort thus far.

Jason Martel: He should be, because if Emo Kid doesn't give up here, he could very well beat Hellspawn and be a serious threat to Azrael come No Holds Barred, live February 13 at 8 Eastern/7 Central on FOX!

Hellspawn picks Emo Kid up in a military press, then brings him down with a gutbuster. Instead of going for a pin, Hellspawn decides to go for a leg drop and nails it, then goes for a cover. ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Emo somehow, once again, gets the shoulder up. Hellspawn yells at Emo Kid to just stay the hell down. Hellspawn follows it up by picking up Emo Kid and slamming him down with a Muscle Buster, then another pinfall attempt. ONE... TWO... Again, Emo gets the shoulder up! Hellspawn pounds the mat in frustration and jumps up, getting down into the ref's face and yelling at him. Hellspawn pokes the ref in the chest, and the ref keeps telling Hellspawn to stop touching him as he's an official.

Mark Followill: Hellspawn better watch it or he'll get himself disqualified.

Jason Martel: Not like he cares. It won't cost him his shot at regaining the SNW Texas Championship on No Holds Barred, Friday the 13th.

Hellspawn loses it and shoves the referee down, drawing immense heat from the crowd as they boo him loudly. With the referee down and trying to get up, Azrael finally saunters down to the ring, picking up his steel chair.

Mark Followill: Oh boy! Here we go!

Hellspawn stares down Azrael, daring him to get into the ring. Azrael steps in, and Hellspawn charges at him with a big boot, but Azrael ducks under it. Hellspawn turns around, and Azrael nails him in the head with the steel chair, staggering the big guy. He brings the chair up to hit Hellspawn again, but Wench runs in and takes the chair out of Azrael's hands. Azrael turns around as Wench yells at him, so he kicks her in the midsection to a loud pop, causing her to drop the chair. He then hoists her up on his shoulders and hits a modified F-5 onto the chair to a loud pop.

Mark Followill: The Last Resort onto the steel chair!

Jason Martel: These fans are sick, bloodthirsty animals that endorse domestic violence!

Hellspawn shakes the cobwebs and realizes what happens and is in a rage. But Azrael turns around just in time to pick up the chair and throw it at Hellspawn, who catches it. Thrown off guard, Hellspawn has no time to avoid Azrael's vicious superkick that sends the steel chair into Hellspawn's face, knocking the big man down and out. Emo Kid is back up, but Azrael wallops him in the head with the steel chair, breaking the chair apart. Emo staggers around and falls onto Hellspawn as the referee is slowly getting up. Hannah runs in to check on Emo Kid, then gets in Azrael's face and yells at him. Azrael kicks her in the gut and powerbombs her to a big pop from the crowd, then sits down and rests against the corner. The ref turns around in time to see Emo Kid pinning Hellspawn. ONE... TWO... THR-NO! Hellspawn gets the shoulder up. Azrael shakes his head in disbelief and goes to the outside, asking a ringside fan for a chair. The fan obliges, and Azrael takes the chair and sits near the timekeeper's table. The crowd is buzzing, then lets out a loud pop as Soul Reaper is making his way to the ring through the crowd.

Jason Martel: I thought Soul Reaper was in the hospital!

Mark Followill: It looks like he somehow got free of the EMTs and is going to try to get a measure of revenge on Hellspawn!

Soul Reaper steps over the barricade and into the ringside area, then enters the ring as Hellspawn gets up. Reaper goes to punch Hellspawn, but Hellspawn blocks it and punches Reaper in the head with a right hand. Hellspawn then picks Reaper up and nails him with a sitout tombstone piledriver.

Mark Followill: Hellspawn just nailed Soul Reaper with the Hell's Drop!

Jason Martel: And look at this! Hellspawn has left the ring, and is helping Wench up and to the back!

Emo Kid is barely awake enough to see Reaper down, so he goes over to cover him as the referee picks himself up to make the count. ONE... TWO... THREE!

WINNER: EMO KID

Monica Deluca: Your winner of the match, Emo Kid!

Azrael surveys the damage that's been done in the ring and asks Monica for the mic, and she doesn't hesitate to give it to him.

Azrael: Now wasn’t that an interesting match? Didn’t that get your blood boiling with excitement as Emo Kid valiantly tried to beat down Hellspawn and well failed. Now he’s taken the win, granted over Soul Reaper, but a win is a win. Now I hope he watches this match over and over and takes note that he wouldn’t have taken the win if I hadn’t been so damn inspired by the scary presence of Hellspawn there.

The fans let out a big pop.

Mark Followill: Azrael certainly has no fear and he has yet to declare the match Emo Kid will be facing him in come Friday the 13th at No Holds Barred.

Jason Martel: That man needs to be fired dammit!

Azrael: Now I’m feeling particularly cheerful, enough so that I will happily let my out of it partner there know what he’s getting himself into at No Holds Barred. This match is going to be a straight forward blood thirsty match, one that is going to require 10,000 tacks and a lot of nerve to try and make me submit. For those of you just catching up let me state it clearly. At No Holds Barred, Emo Kid will attempt to take my title shot in a 10,000 tacks submission match. If he can wake up and watch the end of this match, I’m sure he’d be thrilled.

Jason Martel: Will FOX allow us to air that in prime time?!

Mark Followill: We'll found out come February 13 on No Holds Barred. For Jason Martel, I'm Mark Followill. So long everybody!