Halloween Hostility 2011
Pay-Per-View Event
9.00PM - 12.00AM PST
American Airlines Arena
Miami, Florida
Sunday, October 30th, 2011
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The holds and moves exhibited in the following program are performed by trained professionals and should not be attempted by the viewing audience under any circumstances. |
Jason Hartnell: (looking at the cover) Alright, this one is called The Rainbow Fish.
(Harty opens the up storybook as his son watches on with wide eyes at the bright colors that appear...)
Jason Hartnell: A long way out in a deep blue sea, there lived a fish. Not just an ordinary fish, but the most beautiful fish in the entire ocean. His scales were every shade of blue, green, and purple with sparkling silver scales among them. The other fish were amazed at his beauty. They called him... Rainbow Fish.
(Harty turns the page, a look of boredom already etched upon his face...)
Jason Hartnell: "Come on Rainbow Fish -- play with us!" they called, but the Rainbow Fish would just glide past, pride and silent -- letting his scales shimmer. Man, this is about as original as a Cid Black promo...
Dan Pandora: Only more entertaining.
Jason Hartnell: (exhaling a deep breath in effort) One day a little blue fish followed after him. "Rainbow Fish" he called, "Wait for me, please give me one of your shiny scales. They're so wonderful and you have so many." Hey Dan, this sounds like Sazuka with my World Heavyweight Championships.
(Suddenly Harty tosses the storybook aside and we immediately smash cut to the following words...)
(As the words slowly fade from your television screen, Harty gently places his son into his crib before standing a couple of steps back and becoming animated with his movements...)
Jason Hartnell: The year was 2000, and the turn of the millennium marked the arrival of the biggest name in the history of the biz, "Mr. Sadistic" Jason Hartnell. Mr. Sadistic was the modern day pro-wrestling equivalent of a superhero and had a cult following larger than Jay-Z, Tony Hawk, and Stephen Fry combined.
Dan Pandora: Who did the math o-
Jason Hartnell: (continuing on) Now, Mr. Sadistic had a big shiny gold belt known as the HWA Heavyweight Championship and reigned over all the less talented superstars in the HWA locker room. One of those individuals went by the name of Sazuka, who was an evil, jealous, and mentally backward individual. He wanted nothing more than to take the championship belt from our hero, however Jason Hartnell wasn't having any of it.
Dan Pandora: Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?
Jason Hartnell: Because it sounds more dramatic. You wouldn't understand that though because your stories are boring and anti-climatic.
Dan Pandora: At least mine are factual.
Jason Hartnell: What's that supposed to mean?
Dan Pandora: I think it's blatantly obvious what that's supposed to mean.
Jason Hartnell: You talk in riddles. Anyway-
Dan Pandora: (muttering) Unbelievable...
Jason Hartnell: Like I was saying, son, Jason Hartnell wasn't having any of it and he called Sazuka out for a match. But in return for his title being at stake, Mr. Sadistic demanded that Sazuka put his career on the line in return. Not that Sazuka's career was worth a pinch of shi- err, poop, but Jason Hartnell wanted to ensure that no one else within the HWA ranks had to suffer the god awful anal squirts this individual labelled a promo.
(Harty crosses the nursery room floor, his son's eyes tracking him every step of the way...)
Jason Hartnell: Now, the atmosphere on the night was electric, and that was solely thanks to Jason Hartnell. He was fast becoming the biggest draw in the professional wrestling world and-
Dan Pandora: Wait, what?
Jason Hartnell: Didn't your mom ever teach you that it's rude to interrupt?
Dan Pandora: You were becoming a major draw, sure, I'll give you that. But in the world? Come on. You were the HWA's equivalent to Dave "Da Bomb" Dexter, meaning at the very least you shared that title with him.
Jason Hartnell: (looking puzzled) Who?
Dan Pandora: You're kidding, right? Dave Dexter.
Jason Hartnell: ..........
Dan Pandora: You came through the FWF Power Plant with him in 1999 and both graduated at the same time?
Jason Hartnell: Nope, not ringing a bell. And what the hell kind of name is that anyway?
Dan Pandora: (sighing) Forget I said anything.
Jason Hartnell: Like anything you say to me, it's already forgotten.
Dan Pandora: What a dou-
Jason Hartnell: ANYWAY, Jason Hartnell was the biggest draw in the biz, and so naturally with his mainstream popularity -- the hype of this match was felt not just within the Hazardous Wrestling Association, but across the entire industry as a whole. The chants of "Hartnell" were reportedly so loud on the night of the event itself that the stadium received several noise complaints from most of the town including its neighbouring states.
Dan Pandora: You're kidding me right? "Hartnell" chants? The event took place in Birmingham, and at that particular point in time -- you were about as hated as anybody could be. You were the viewer's choice not by popularity, but because you were up against a total jackass in every sense of the word. Meaning you won their support by default.
Jason Hartnell: (laughing) That's hilarious bro. And they say I'm the funny one. They just don't get your dry sense of humor...
Dan Pandora: I'm not joking.
Jason Hartnell: (laughing harder) Man, you're killing me! Stop distracting me from my story though. Needless to say, son, the atmosphere was electric. Once the match commenced, there was a flurry of right hands exchanged by both Hartnell and Sazuka -- like this...
(With that, Jason turns and smacks Dan right in the face with a closed right hand -- causing his head to snap back...)
Jason Hartnell: That was me at about fifty percent. Double the force of that shot and you get the idea of just how hard I hit him. It was enough t-
(In retaliation, Dan smacks Harty in the chops with a right hand that knocks some of the saliva out of his mouth...)
Dan Pandora: And that was me at ten percent. You don't want to see me at fifty.
Jason Hartnell: (adjusting his jaw) Bro, that was at least eighty percent. But let's move on. After trading shots in the center of the ring, Mr. Sadistic took control with a (suddenly lifting Dan up) sidewalk slam!
(Harty drops Dan down on the carpet and puts the point of his elbow in his face as he does so...)
Jason Hartnell: I roughed Sazuka up a little bit too with my usual repertoire of "in your face" maneuvers...
(Suddenly Dan wraps his legs around Jason's neck, applying Under The Influence on him...)
Dan Pandora: Only Sazuka fought back.
Jason Hartnell: (struggling in the hold) No he didn't! This move was wasn't even in his extremely limited repertoire!
Dan Pandora: It wasn't? Oh. My bad.
(Harty manages to power Dan's legs away from his neck and slips out of the submission hold, eye poking Dan as he rolls away...)
Dan Pandora: (clutching his eyes) Ow!
Jason Hartnell: LEAPING KNEE!
(Harty leaps into the air and drops a knee right into the face of Dan Pandora...)
Jason Hartnell: And just like that, Harty was right back in contr- HEY!
(Dan grabs Harty by the tie and begins to strangle him with it as the pair roll around on the carpet, Harty throwing short arm jabs in return...)
Jason Hartnell: You're ruining my Windsor knot!
Dan Pandora: That's because it'd make a better noose on you.
(Harty and Dan begin to roll around on the carpet, physically struggling with one another for several moments before Maria enters the room...)
Maria Hartnell: What on EARTH, Jason?! Are you kidding me?!
Jason Hartnell: I know it looks bad, but I can assure you -- I'm just about to win!
(Harty manages to roll on top of Dan and begins to choke him with both hands...)
Dan Pandora: (fighting to breathe) You... are... seriously... deluded!
Maria Hartnell: Stop it! You'll be scaring Jayden!
(Maria walks over to Jayden's crib and scoops him up, cradling him in her arms as he is seen to be laughing and flapping his arms about. Harty and Dan finally stop their scuffle and pick themselves up, dusting off their suits...)
Jason Hartnell: I was just telling him a story like you asked. See? He's fine. He loved it.
Dan Pandora: It was a pretty good story, Maria.
Jason Hartnell: (turning to Dan) Thanks bro.
Dan Pandora: (talking through his teeth) Shut-up, I'm protecting you from another beatdown.
Maria Hartnell: (kissing Jayden on the forehead) You two need to get going -- you'll be late to your own show.
Jason Hartnell: (holding his fist out to Dan) Let's do this.
(Dan hits the rock, at which point Harty nabs his Breguet La Tradition Fusee Tourbillion watch and fastens it to his left wrist before throwing on a black Cashmere overcoat...)
Jason Hartnell: (kissing his son on top of his head) Don't wait up, baby.
Maria Hartnell: (kissing Harty on the lips) Home by 2AM please.
Jason Hartnell: Make it 4AM.
Maria Hartnell: Uh... no. 2AM.
Jason Hartnell: 3AM?
Maria Hartnell: 2AM.
Jason Hartnell: I love you.
Maria Hartnell: I love you too. And it's still 2AM.
(Harty lets out a dejected sigh, however it's short-lived as the excitement of another SSW pay-per-view quickly becomes evident on his face...)
Maria Hartnell: (laughing) Go get 'em again, Jase!
(Harty gives her a short nod and looks at Dan, the pair turning and walking out the door as "Undead" by Hollywood Undead begins to play over the feed. We cut to the pair moments later in Harty's underground parking garage as they step into a silver Audi R8 GT -- licence plate "HARTY11". Harty punches the gas and the car tears up the ramp and down the driveway, before our feed changes to a Halloween Hostility video package...)
Voice: And now... HBO pay-per-view presents... SSW HALLOWEEN HOSTILITY!
(The scene opens up inside the sold-out American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida as "Undead" by Hollywood Undead is heard to be reverberating against the walls of the arena. The cameras swarm the sea of humanity from overhead as rabid fans frantically wave their signs about in hopes of getting on television. We pass a plethora of signs that read "GALCA VS CORMIER 47", "DIRDEN < KERSH", "HARTNELL RUNS MIAMI!", "ROCKING OUT WITH MY NOX OUT!", "CORMIER IS CRAAAAAAAZY!", "I'M OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD!", "MR. AWESOME STOLE MY ELEPHANT!", and "NUMBER ONE & PURE". Pyrotechnics begin detonating from the entrance way, hyping the crowd up even more as the smoke begins to disperse throughout the arena. The cameras swarm the crowd, cutting between various cinematic angles as the commentators for tonight's event take charge...)
Matt Ford: THIS... IS... HALLOWEEN HOSTILITY! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE WELCOME YOU TO SUNSHINE STATE WRESTLING'S SECOND PAY-PER-VIEW EVENT, COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM MIAMI -- THE HOME OF SSW!
Willy Williams: AND IT'S GREAT TO BE HOME, FORD! ALMOST SIX MONTHS LATER, AND LOOK AT WHAT HAS DEVELOPED OVER THAT PERIOD OF TIME!
Matt Ford: No doubt about it, Willy. And we have one HELL of a show in store...
(Suddenly the lights in the American Airlines Arena all cut out simultaneously, causing the arena to fall into complete darkness. The crowd cheers in anticipation as a wolf’s howl is heard over the P.A. system, before the sinister instrumental beat of "Thriller" by Michael Jackson kicks in -- bringing the capacity to their feet in anticipation as an eerie graveyard is depicted on Sunshine Vision. Moments later, the distinctive and creepy voice of Vincent Price is heard as large amounts of smoke begin to engulf the entrance way, ramp, and ring areas...)
...The midnight hour is close at hand...
...Creatures crawl in search of blood...
...To terrorize your neighbourhood...
(Several skeletons start to descend from the rafters as some of the smoke begins to disperse from the entrance way, revealing several coffins sitting atop the platform. The camera pans across the top of them before focusing on the largest one in the center. A moment later, the lid flies off and a hand reaches up towards the rafters -- the distinctively recognizable Breguet La Tradition Fusee Tourbillion watch appearing back in view which sends the Miami crowd into an absolutely frenzy...)
...Without the soul for getting down...
...Must stand and face the hounds of hell...
...And rot inside a corpse's shell...
(Harty sits up at the waist, causing the deafening ovation to reach another level entirely. He climbs out of the casket, adjusting his suit jacket. As he does so however, several ghouls, ghosts, and demons start flocking out of the entrance way and through the crowd -- closing in on our hero...)
...The funk of forty thousand years...
...And grizzly ghouls from every tomb...
...Are closing in to seal your doom...
(Harty finds himself surrounded on all sides but refuses to take a backwards step, instead snarling at them -- causing them to back up. Harty suddenly starts twitching at the neck, the demonic souls doing the same thing in sync with him as they shuffle down the ramp -- each one of their movements stiff and contorted...)
...Your body starts to shiver...
...For no mere mortal can resist...
...The evil of the thriller...
(Suddenly another coffin lid pops off, revealing Nicole Suárez to be inside. She sits up to a strong ovation from the crowd as two more coffin lids fly off -- revealing Jorge Morales and Sophia Lane to be in them. They both sit up as well and exit their tombs, heading over to a noticeably larger one. The trio surround the tomb, staggering around it like zombies before the lid snaps off... revealing none other than Dan Pandora who gets a ridiculously loud pop from the Miami faithful...)
...Something evil's lurkin' in the dark...
...Under the moonlight...
...You see a sight that almost stops your heart...
...You try to scream...
...But terror takes the sound before you make it...
...You start to freeze...
...As horror looks you right between the eyes...
...You're paralyzed...
(Dan Pandora, Nicole Suárez, Jorge Morales, and Sophia Lane join Jason Hartnell and the demonic ghouls -- the entire group dancing in unison towards the ring as they cock their arms at the elbows to form claws -- marching from side to side with high knees as they do so...)
...Thriller night...
...You're fighting for your life...
...Inside a killer...
...Thriller tonight, yeah...
(As the group hits the ring, the ghouls, demons, and ghosts form a large circle around our heroes -- closing in on the group as we lose sight of them...)
...Ooh, babe, I'm gonna thrill you tonight...
...Thriller night, babe...
(Suddenly the ghouls, demons, and ghosts leap back, revealing the SSW staff to have vanished from sight -- leaving only a huge cloud of dust to disperse from the ring...)
(The crowd erupts with cheers as the camera pans across to Matt Ford and Willy Williams at their announce position...)
Matt Ford: A thrilling night in store for certain! Welcome everybody once again to Halloween Hostility! This is one packed house tonight and it has every reason to be at capacity. We see sitting here at ringside, representatives from Devan Nox's music label.
Willy Williams: Looking pretty sharply dressed I might add.
(The camera catches a shot of three men in black suits all sitting at the steel guard rails waiting for the event to start...)
Matt Ford: They are undoubtably on hand for the big clash tonight between her and Dominic Pure, with the number one contendership to the World Heavyweight Title on the line. That's a big one for the music star and we have word that her new album is slated to be available in stores this coming Tuesday.
Willy Williams: I tried to get ahold of my copy in advance, but apparently no one is getting any advance copies. This one is going to hit the stores and it'll be fresh for everyone's ears.
Matt Ford: That's a new one in the industry these days. Her label representatives will undoubtably be expecting a high quality preformance and not much else could mean more for the sales of that album than her becoming the number one contender to the most prestigious title in our company.
Willy Williams: Could be a huge night for her and an even better week.
(The shot cuts to a hallway in the backstage area...)
Matt Ford: Here we see the Design walking in to the arena and they are looking primed for a big night themselves. Led by the World Heavyweight Champion, Jake Dirden. He's putting the belt on the line tonight in our Main Event against the number one contender until after tonight, "The Enforcer" Brent Kersh. As you can see, Jake's followed by Dominic Pure. We already talked about his match and the stakes involved there. Lastly, flanked by the Quinntuplets is one of the hottest stars in the company, Quinn Murphy.
(The camera watches the group slowly stroll down the hallway with Jake Dirden in the lead. His belt shines brightly and he guides the group down the hall, each with a confident and poised look on their face...)
Matt Ford: Quinn Murphy is scheduled tonight in a triple threat match to determine the number one contender to the South American Title against "Mr. Awesome" Carl Thompson and "The Highlight" Joe Morgan. The competition tonight is ferocious and never before has so much been on the line in a SSW card. It could be one of those all or nothing nights for the Design. A clean sweep puts them in a tremendous position of power after tonight. They would have the World Champion and the top two contenders to our most major title belts.
Willy Williams: Well, you have to expect that this was all part of the Design from the beginning. That they targeted tonight's event and knew that it would all converge here in Miami. Later tonight, either a celebration somewhere on the town or a quiet limo ride back to the hotel room to close the evening. Which is it going to be?
(Into the frame steps SSW Vice President, Dean Jacobs, dressed to the nines in an expensive black suit...)
Matt Ford: Look at that, Willy! Dean Jacobs has joined the group and he is walking with them in the backstage area.
Willy Williams: I wonder if Hartnell has found him yet...
Matt Ford: Dean Jacobs, the right hand man of power to Jason Hartnell's company. The man who we discovered on South Beach Sunday has been under the mask of the President all this time.
Willy Williams: You really believe that?
Matt Ford: He was surrounded in the ring at the close of South Beach Sunday and very unceremoniously unmasked as the man behind the mask of the President. We can put the rumors to bed after all this time. The Design had a man on the inside, working with them and he had to be letting them know about Jason Hartnell's every move ahead of time. He has been the one pulling the strings, along with the Design, for the past several weeks.
Willy Williams: They've been saying it all along though, Matt. That we are all just spectators to the grand scheme of the Design. If history has proved anything to us about this group it is that everything has been calculated from the beginning. I'm almost inclined to believe that Dean Jacobs was SUPPOSED to be unmasked at the last show. That they had it all planned out from the beginning.
Matt Ford: It didn't seem that way to me as I watched all three members of the Design and their look of disgust when Dean Jacobs was unveiled at South Beach Sunday. I feel this was a glitch in their plan and they will be playing a little defense tonight trying to maintain their grip of things in SSW.
Willy Williams: It'll be interesting to see how it all plays out. Also on tap tonight, we have "Glamorous" Sebastian Galca putting the South American Championship on the line against "The Natural" Pete Cormier inside of a steel cage.
Matt Ford: Well, Cormier's crazy enough -- I certainly wouldn't want to add a steel cage to the mix.
Willy Williams: Exactly, but then again -- you're not Sebastian Galca. He doesn't back down from a challenge and tonight is no different.
Matt Ford: Here's hoping then that we may finally bring an end to this ongoing rivalry that's been almost since SSW's inception.
Willy Williams: It's not a rivarly if it's one sided, Ford. Cormier NEEDS to beat Galca tonight. All the pressure's on him. Failure to do so will mean it'll be a long time before he gets another shot at the South American Title.
Matt Ford: An excellent point there, Willy. Folks, we have all this plus a host of other action coming your way over the course of the next three hours. So get comfortable and get ready for another adrenaline packed SSW ride!
(The scene fades out...)
Female Fan: Devan! I love you.
(Devan nods at the fan and throws her "the goat"...)
Devan Nox: I love you, too.
Male Fan: Devan, will you please have my baby?
(Devan starts laughing. She is unaware that SSW Senior Advisor Dan Pandora is walking towards the limo and is watching the scene...)
Dan Pandora: Excuse me, miss. Will you marry me or at the very least give me an autograph?
Devan Nox: I'm not really the marrying type...
(Devan turns around to great the "fan" and smiles at the sight of Dan Pandora...)
Devan Nox: But for you, I might change my mind.
Dan Pandora: (grinning) Don't give that change too much thought. Wouldn't want you to go out and find yourself someone who could actually handle you.
(Devan starts slowly walking toward Dan, slipping her hands in her pockets. She stops just short of being on top of him, but clearly in his personal space. She motions with her finger for him to bend closer to her. He leans in and she slips her hand behind his head, turning his right ear towards her lips...)
Devan Nox: Why, Daniel? Do you think you could handle me?
(Devan pulls her hand away from his head. Dan stands up smiling slightly. Devan winks at him...)
Devan Nox: You seemed to handle me fine at South Beach Sunday. Seems like a fair test run, doesn't it?
Dan Pandora: South Beach Sunday was merely a play date. A feeler. We didn't get a chance to test our natural endurance.
(Devan nods her head in agreement and then turns around to head inside. Dan, looking slightly confused yet miffed at the action, follows in behind her...)
Devan Nox: You know, Daniel, if I didn't know better -- I think you might just have a thing for me. You should be careful. People will start talking.
Dan Pandora: If you haven't noticed, people are already talking. Look around your environment. There's at least five TMZ stories waiting to break. Three National Enquirer stories with "factual" photos, and at least one Oprah guest spot waiting to happen. People can talk, but who would really want to listen?
(Devan turns around and starts walking backwards, looking at Dan...)
Devan Nox: I mean this in the most unegotistical kind of way, but it's me we're talking about, Daniel. Who doesn't listen?
(Devan stops short causing Daniel to literally run into her leaving the two face to face staring at each other)
Dan Pandora: (turning his eyes away for a moment) I can think of only one person who doesn't want to listen, who has been listening non-stop since our first encounter.
(Devan pulls her eyes up, slightly cocking her head at the comment. She then hooks a single finger into the pocket of Dan's pants.)
Devan Nox: I'm not sure I follow you, Daniel.
Dan Pandora: (refocusing his attention to Devan's face) I'm tired of listening... to the whispers, the snickering, even the vagueness of the words that leave my mouth.
Devan Nox: Then do us both a favor and tell me something not vague.
(Daniel places his hand on Devan's wrist, removing her finger from his pant pocket and leads her hand away, to her side...)
Devan Nox: I'm sorry. Invading your personal space? Or just avoiding my question altogether?
(Nodding his head up and down, Devan rolls her eyes. Upon facing forward, Daniel gravitates his fingers to her chin, while his lips gently press against hers. After a few seconds, they break. Devan places her hands on Dan's chest, her forehead rest slightly on his chest. She half laughs, half sighs...)
Devan Nox: Wow! I didn't see that coming.
(Devan laughs slightly, very giddish. She takes a second to regain her composure. Trying to control the smile on her face, she looks at Daniel smugly...)
Devan Nox: What took you so long?
Dan Pandora: (beamishly) I had to know that it... that you... were real.
(Devan begins to bite on the tip of her thumbnail. She keeps looking at the floor, but finally pulls her head up. Shaking her head as if in awe, she starts laughing...)
Dan Pandora: As beautiful as it is to see you exuberant. I'm gonna have to "Krunch" this. I've given you something to think about long enough. However, you have an important match tonight and that's where your focus should be at right now.
(Still grinning and very unfocused...)
Devan Nox: Yeah! Great timing. You sure you're not working for The Design too?
Dan Pandora: Let me put it this way. I've had enough misery in my life to deal with. Willfully choosing Dirden and his entourage of The King of Mascara, and SSW's own Dementor aren't my choice for the Shangri-La that I'm looking for these days.
Devan Nox: It's funny cause I totally stopped worrying about those guys about thirty seconds ago. Which is probably not a good thing, so I'm going to go find my dressing room. Maybe try to focus on winning twice tonight... I'm sure I'll see you around later, yeah?
Dan Pandora: (smiling) Yes Devan... later. I don't see anything stopping me from that.
(Devan grabs Dan's hand and pulls out a black sharpie from her back pocket. She flips his wrist over and writes her phone number on his hand...)
Devan Nox: Since I know you don't "officially" have it.
(Dan stares at it and then watches as Devan turns and walks down the hallway. The scene fades out...)
Gary Mac: This tastes terrible, Johnny. Where did you get it from?
Johnny Knight: I couldn't find anywhere to buy it, so I found a water bottle in the trash and cleaned it and filled it up from the tap.
(That was all Gary needed to hear he threw the water to the side and stood up quickly grabbing Knight by the throat...)
Gary Mac: I always knew you were stupid Johnny but doing that was easily the most annoying thing you have ever did, no wonder you have no friends.
(Giving him a soft slap on the face Mac lets him go then sits back down and continues taping his wrists...)
Johnny Knight: I have other friends, I'm popular.
Gary Mac: You are about as popular as a pap test, Johnny.
(The words hurt his friend who goes into a sulk and sits on another chair before pulling out his iPhone...)
Gary Mac: I bet you are no searching the internet to find out what a pap test is.
(Mac begins laughing for a moment and then the door to the locker room opens and in walks someone dressed as the guy from scream...)
Gary Mac: I know it is Halloween tomorrow but is there really any need?
(The person under the disguise nods as Gary just smiles...)
Gary Mac: You know what you have to do tonight right?
(Once again the person nods which makes Mac stand up...)
Gary Mac: I really hope this isn't in anyway promoting a shit film franchise?
(The figure just shakes his head before extending their hand to Mac...)
Gary Mac: I will be looking forward to you revealing yourself to the company tonight.
(The figure turns around and heads out the door as Mac looks at Johnny Knight who is now standing against a wall trying to curl up in a ball...)
Gary Mac: Johnny, give it a rest -- you are scared of the stupidest things.
Johnny Knight: I've been very paranoid since I watched that film a week ago.
Gary Mac: Paranormal Activity 3?
(Shaking his head, Johnny becomes more scared and a horrid look is on his face...)
Johnny Knight: No, Footloose.
(Looking rather unimpressed, Mac goes back to taping his wrists as the scene fades out...)
Jorge Morales: I'm joined in the back right now with my interview guest, The Wizard of Ahhs.
(The Wizard puts a finger up to Jorge's lips quickly and looks around...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: What did you just say?
(Quiet as he removes his finger from his mouth. Jorge looks baffled, but he brings the mic to his mouth...)
Jorge Morales: I'm joined in the back right now with my...
(The Wizard twirls his finger to keep going...)
Jorge Morales: ...interview guest, the Wizard of Ahhs.
(The Wizard puts his finger back to Jorge's lips quickly...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: STOP RIGHT THERE!
(There is more quiet...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: When you pronounce my name, you should say it properly. It's the Wizard of Ahhhhs. Not just the Wizard of Ahhs.
(Jorge looks confused. The Wizard removes his finger...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Try it again.
Jorge Morales: The Wizard of Ahhhhhhhs.
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: NO! NO! NO!
(He stomps around...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: It's the Wizard of Ahhhhs. Like refreshment.... or like... satisfaction... or like... enlightenment. Ahhhhs. One more time.
Jorge Morales: The Wizard of Ah...
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Stop, you're going to say it wrong again. Forget about it.
(The crowd in attendence laughes as the Wizard looks into the camera and breathes a deep breath or two...)
Jorge Morales: You made your debut two weeks ago on South Beach Sunday and after all the hype that you were arriving on the scene, you were then basically shown out of the spotlight by "Mr. Awesome" Carl Thompson. Do you have anything to say about that?
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Not really. I was coming and now I'm here. Let's move on.
(The Wizard twirls his finger to progress again...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: The moving of the on, let's go Raul.
Jorge Morales: Tonight you're making your debut in the ring in a tag team match against David Cage and Johnny Legend. What are your thoughts on your opponents tonight?
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Ahhhh yes... my opponents. You want my thoughts. A little media spin before a match, you know, get the crowd right and hyped up for the contest, yea? Well let me ramble on here for a bit. I'll take that...
(The Wizard takes the mic out of Jorge's hand and points back at him as he stares into his eyes. The Wizard puts a hand on Jorge's chest and meekly slides him out of the way and then the Wizard takes a slide step of his own into the front of the camera.)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Let's talk a little about David Cage. Let's talk about what we know of the man. He's here now and coming out of just doing some time... hold on a second... BEER ME!
(The Wizard looks off into the abyss behind the camera and a can of beer is tossed to him. He pops the top and takes a swallow of beer...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: He did time for beating some guy up at a bar and I have to ask this question to everyone watching... who fights at a bar? Do I fight in bars? Ahhhhbsolutely not. Clearly, this man is one of those unhappy drunks and doesn't embrace the greatness of alcohol. David Cage gives us all a bad name when he shows up places with drink in hand and tries to cause problems. There can be no mischief at bars. Just like there can be no sex in the champagne room. None. No sex.
(The Wizard shakes his head and takes another swig off his beer...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Another thing I gathered from this man. He says that he came damn close to beating the hell out of his brother. Damn close. Didn't do it, but he came close. Let me tell you something Cage.. almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Great men of the world aren't defined by how many times they almost did something, especially when it comes to a fist fight with their older brother. Kick him in the nards or something. Be aggressive.
(The Wizard takes another swig off his beer...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: One last thing about you, Cage. You think that I'm an underdog because I sleep in. Wait, really? Because I sleep in? Atleast I've had the benefit of rising when I felt like it over the past few years and got on with my day without having to ask for permission to do everything. Then again, you've been married for a while, so I suppose that prison wasn't much different than your life on the outside. Constantly being bossed around and not getting any sex.... or were you getting laid on the inside?
(The Wizard puts an inquizical hand to his chin and looks down into the camera. After a few moments, he waves off that idea...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: You know what.. thats none of my business. I'm not here to judge. However, what I am here for tonight is a victory and a victory I shall get. Not almost one. Not one had such and such not happened. A victory I will attain tonight, no ifs, ans or buts about it.
(The Wizard turns around and hands the mic back to Jorge while he drinks more off his beer...)
Jorge Morales: Your other opponent is Johnny Legend and-
(The Wizard reaches out and grabs the mic from Jorge...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Thanks for holding that. I've got it from here.
(The Wizard slides Jorge back out of the frame and gets in front of the camera...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Johnny Legend says that I have wildcard written all over my face. That may have been true last week and the reason being... I fell asleep first that night. That's right. I was the first man out of our crew to pass out and rules are rules. So when I pass out first, I'm free reign and I may... or may not have woken up and recorded my last promo with the words Wildcard written on my face. I don't know. I just don't know. I'm not in the mood to go back and confirm or deny this.
(The Wizard takes a drink from his can of beer, finishing it off. He crumples it in his hand and tosses it aside...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Oww.
(The Wizard brings his hand to his mouth and sucks on the side of his finger...)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: Dammit. That is why I like bottles better. Johnny Legend! I listened to you talk.. or tried to.. but you had a lot of mindless dribble in your promo. I say to wipe your chin because there is still a little bit of bullshit left there from when you spoke. Thing about you Legend is that I'm not even sure what the hell you said. You're like listening to a politician talk. They speak for a while, they go on and on and when they are finished you're left scratching your head and wondering what the hell they said at all. That's you. Johnny Politician.... and I have the uptmost HOPE that you're going to walk down the aisle tonight and get your butt kicked by the Wizard of Ahhhhs. Thank you.. that is all.
(The Wizard hands back the mic to Jorge and the scene cuts to the announce booth...)
Pete Cormier: Wasn't sure you'd actually show up. Been wondering if I can put trust into this situation. Thought maybe it wouldn't go the way it was planned and I'd have to break some necks over here.
Voice: You have the money?
Pete Cormier: You better do the job and not screw me over like Don Frazier and run away with this cash. Remember what I have with me that I can use against you. AND THERE ISN'T A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!
Voice: Just worry about yourself. This will be taken care of.
(Pete Cormier pulls himself away from the truck, fiercely and angrily, and turns around. He notices the cameraman directing the camera firmly planted on him. He motions a cut throat with his finger towards the camera, smirks, and turns away, walking back into the arena...)
Matt Ford: Who is in that truck? Willy, who the hell was that?
Willy Williams: Better question is what is this job they were discussing?
Matt Ford: Pete probably hired some hitman to take someone in the federation out.
Willy Williams: I wouldn't put it past him. He did motion with his finger he'll cut throats.
Matt Ford: Maybe it's HGH. Maybe HGH is now in trouble. The past two South Beach Sunday's HGH has been sticking his nose into Cormier's business. I guess we'll see...
(The scene fades out...)
Matt Ford: Folks, our opening contest tonight will feature two of Sunshine State Wrestling's newest signings, Natalie Burrows and "The Pretty Boy Assassin" William Bateman.
Willy Williams: That's right, Matty. And not a bad way to make your company debut by doing so at a sold-out live pay-per-view event. Both Burrows and Bateman will want to get their SSW careers off on the right foot by picking up a win here tonight.
Matt Ford: Someone will leave disappointed however, we know that much. Let's kick it over to Nicole to get this one underway.
Nicole Suárez: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(At that very moment, "Platinum" by Orgy hits the sound system as the overhead lights dim, the fans jeering the man that is about to emerge so loudly that they almost drown out the music. As pink and white lasers flare out into the darkness, matching lights flash along the rampway, a smoke machine sending out a low-laying carpet of ephemeral mist. Once the boos have reached a fever pitch, the Pretty Boy Assassin sees fit to emerge, a bit of a smirk on his lips as he pays the masses no heed beyond looking left, then right...)
Nicole Suárez: Introducing first... from Los Angeles, California... weighing 223 pounds... "THE PRETTY BOY ASSASSIN" WILLIAM BATEMAN!!!
(Raising a fist above his head, William Bateman triggers a shower of pink and white sparks to fall behind him, the pyros giving him a backlit appearance that emphasizes that perfect physique all the more. Remaining in that pose until the sparks are spent, William saunters down the ramp, taking his sweet time in getting to the ring where he climbs the steps before nimbly jumping over the top rope. Only then does he deign to give the fans any attention, climbing onto the nearest turnbuckle and raising his fist skyward, soaking in the jeers and boos of the masses. After he's grown bored with that-- a few seconds, to be exact -- he jumps down, rolling his shoulders as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. After a few brief moments, "Innocence" by Halestorm hits the speakers, the fans cheering as the overhead lights dim. The area right in front of the curtain is bathed in blinding light thanks to a couple of overhead spotlights while coral-colored lights illuminate the rest of the arena, the end result seemingly coloring the air itself. Stepping out into that brilliant light, Natalie Burrows walks to the edge of that blinding spot until she is visible and raises her fists above her head. The movement triggers white and coral pyros to shoot in front of her in criss-crossing sparks, the Southern Belle emerging from the beam of light as the last round fires off...)
Nicole Suárez: And his opponent... from Durham, North Carolina... weighing 163 pounds... NATALIE BURROWS!!!
(Making her way down the ramp, Natalie still slaps a few of the hands that are offered to her… but her focus is on the ring. Speeding up at the bottom of the ramp, she slides into the ring on her stomach before getting to her feet. The nearest turnbuckle is mounted as she looks out over the crowd, once again raising her fists in the air to evoke more cheers. She lingers there for a few moments before hopping down, doing a couple stretches to prepare for the match at hand...)
Willy Williams: Well, we're ready to get this one underway here as-
(Suddenly "Hard To See" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts throughout the arena, causing the Miami crowd to erupt with boos...)
Matt Ford: That's Pete Cormier's music! What's he doing?!
Willy Williams: It's Cormier, Ford! Who would know!
(A fired up Pete Cormier suddenly explodes out of the entrance way and down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Bateman and Burrows are taken back as "The Natural" leaps to his feet and levels both with a double clothesline...)
Matt Ford: GOOD LORD! CORMIER JUST TOOK OUT BOTH WILLIAM BATEMAN AND NATALIE BURROWS IN ONE MOVEMENT! BUT WHY?!
Willy Williams: I think he's too fired up tonight, Matty! He's too amped for his championship match with Sebastian Galca and he can't keep it contained!
Matt Ford: Cormier's beating the hell out of both of these two individuals now! He picks Burrows up... WISDOM!!!
Willy Williams: Yahtzee!
Matt Ford: And look at Bateman trying to run away! Cormier cuts him off though! WISDOM ON BATEMAN!!!
Willy Williams: Cormier's just destroyed our first two competitors... along with our opening match of the night.
Matt Ford: Can we even still CALL this our opening match?
Willy Williams: Well, as much as I hate Cormier, I don't think we've really lost anything here. This match would have been better suited to midway through our second hour where we could all take a piss break and knock back a couple of beverages. Shit happens.
Matt Ford: And here comes Sophia Lane now! It looks like she's going to try and grab a few words with Pete Cormier as he makes his way up the ramp!
Willy Williams: Yeah, good luck with that!
(The camera continues to track Pete Cormier as he makes his way towards the entrance...)
WINNER: No contest
Sophia Lane: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is "The Natural" Pete Cormier.
(The reaction from the arena is one of a loud chant of "Cormier sucks!" from the fans in Miami...)
Sophia Lane: Let's get right into the questions, Mr. Cormier. First off, how prepared are you for tonight's match against Sebastian Galca with that arm of yours?
Pete Cormier: Sophia, I am...
American Airlines Arena Audience: CORMIER SUCKS! CORMIER SUCKS! CORMIER SUCKS!
Pete Cormier: As I was saying. My arm is much better and I will-
American Airlines Arena Audience: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Sophia Lane: Well, Mr. Cormier, you sure have some fans out here tonight!
Pete Cormier: You know what, Sophia? Let them boo me. All throughout the wrestling world, the great ones are always heckled. I don't care what they think, Sophia. Tonight I am here to win the South American Title. I could care less how these stupid piles of Florida trailer trash feel towards me.
Sophia Lane: So you feel...
(Sophia Lane is now cut off when SSW CEO Jason Hartnell walks out of the entrance way...)
American Airlines Arena Audience: YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Whistles and cheers are heard throughout the arena...)
Sophia Lane: Mr. Hartnell...
Pete Cormier: Well, look at what the BOOS blew in.. New Father Joseph.
(Jason Hartnell motions to Sophia Lane to hold the mic up...)
Jason Hartnell: I don't know about New Father Joseph, but you can certainly call me your daddy.
(The crowd laughs as Cormier shifts from foot to foot, filled with rage...)
Jason Hartnell: Pete, I'm well aware of your in-ring abilities and how big a part of the SSW roster you've become.
American Airlines Arena Audience: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jason Hartnell: It's just a shame about your mental instability. During my time away watching SSW programming, I had a lot of time to reflect on what you've done during your time with us... not to mention what you did whilst I was away.
Pete Cormier: Yeah... and?
Jason Hartnell: I'm aware of what HGH found. I'm also aware that when he confronted you, you tried to take him out of the picture.
(The Miami crowd erupts in cheers...)
Pete Cormier: I don't know what you are talking about, Jason.
Jason Hartnell: You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. And for the last time, it's Mr. Hartnell to you.
Pete Cormier: I think your vacation has gotten to your head.
Jason Hartnell: Pete, enough of the bullshit already. I know HGH found steroids he saw you throw in the garbage can, I know you tried to silence him, and now Pete, you have to take a drug test.
Pete Cormier: Okay, I'll see you Monday or Tuesday at the headquarters and you'll get your sample.
(Cormier begins to walk out of the room when Jason Hartnell puts his hand on Cormier's chest, stopping him in his tracks...)
Jason Hartnell: No Pete, not sometime this week. NOW.
(The reaction by crowd is near deafening levels...)
Pete Cormier: Bullshit. Now? You expect me to just drop my draws and piss in a cup in front of millions of people? No.
Jason Hartnell: You have no choice, Pete. Besides, I'm sure due to it's lack of length and girth -- no one will be able to see it.
Pete Cormier: I want my lawyer. I will not submit a piss test without my lawyer. You cannot do this to me here.
Jason Hartnell: Pete, I can do this to you... I am doing this to you... and I have every right to do this to you. You work for me and under Florida law I have the right to drug test my employees.
Pete Cormier: I want a lawyer.
Jason Hartnell: This isn't Jailhouse Rock, Pete. Either piss in this cup or you forfeit your match tonight against Sebastian Galca.
Pete Cormier: You wouldn't cancel a steel cage championship match at your pay-per-view! The fans would riot.
Jason Hartnell: I won't cancel it. Not at all. I'll just give your shot... to Carl Thompson!
(The crowd explodes at the thought of Cormier being dumped from the match...)
Matt Ford: Oh my god!! President Hartnell is forcing Cormier to take a piss test in front of everyone here tonight!
Willy Williams: And the fans watching at home, Matt! This is gangster! Oh the joys of HBO and live television!
Pete Cormier: What do I have to hide? Give me the damn cup...
Jason Hartnell: There you go.
Pete Cormier: Hey Sophia, want to see my meat?
Jason Hartnell: Ms. Lane, please excuse us.
(Sophia Lane walks out of the room and Pete Cormier turns his back to the camera, drops his pants and pisses in the cup provided by Hartnell. Once he has finished he hands it over to the President who has a pair of rubber gloves on...)
Pete Cormier: You're making a big mistake!
(Cormier walks out of the scene...)
Matt Ford: Holy hell! Pete Cormier has just been forced to submit a drug test!
Willy Williams: Jason Hartnell did the right thing, Matt. He made him do it in front of him... randomly... completely off guard... with no choice in the matter!
Matt Ford: Yeah, I guess our SSW President didn't trust the previous outcome and he wanted to be present!
Willy Williams: And the best part is, now we can still call Pete Cormier "The Unnatural" until that test comes back!
Matt Ford: Freak!
(The scene fades out...)
Matt Ford: What's going on here?
Willy Williams: Well if you'd hold on maybe we'd-
Matt Ford: Oh, it's Dave Eddy.
(Ford responds to the opening of one of the double doors where "The Design" lackey Dave Eddy makes his presence known. One guard steps in his path, while the other retrieves a clip board from behind his back...)
Security Guard: Name, sir?
Dave Eddy: Name? I'm Dave Eddy!
(Eddy chuckles with a maniacal twitch as the guard begins to scan the clipboard and then pauses...)
Security Guard: Oh yeah! Sorry, Mr. Eddy. Of course you can enter. And one more thing...
(Dave begins to move, but is quickly stopped by the rebutting guard who appears to pull a folder piece of paper from out of the inside of his jacket...)
Security Guard: I was told to give this to you.
(Eddy looks at the guard in confusion before reaching up to accept the paper, unfolding it, and studying it with an intense glare...)
Willy Williams: What is that? A love note?
Matt Ford: HA! I doubt that.
Willy Williams: Could be. Maybe it's a love note Natalie Burrows?
Matt Ford: Yea. I'd be willing to bet against that.
(Suddenly, Eddy lets out a triumph laugh, shaking the small piece of paper in the face of the guard...)
Dave Eddy: This is great news! Thank you, sir.
(Eddy walks away, chuckling to himself as the guards give him an awkward stare...)
Jorge Morales: Gary, can we have a word about tonight?
Gary Mac: Perfection?
(Gary laughs and then stops...)
Gary Mac: Shoot, Jorge.
Jorge Morales: Tonight marks your in ring debut in Sunshine State Wrestling, you have a good pedigree in this business and made an impact two weeks ago, how do you think tonight will go?
Gary Mac: I can see tonight going great Jorgey, everything is set for me to shine like I always do only this time it is in this company. Rachel Cole ran her mouth two weeks ago, she likes to think having one win over me means she is going to win tonight. I've got a few things she needs to know, one I'm not going to lose tonight, second if there is even a glimmer of doubt when the match takes place I have a back up plan. Then after the match I'll insult a few fans, go backstage collect my things and go out and get drunk and who knows what will happen then.
Jorge Morales: Cole has been undefeated since entering SSW, you seem to be over looking that fact.
Gary Mac: I'm not over looking it, I'm just choosing to ignore it because tonight it isn't relevant. I've said time and time again I am the Specimen of Perfection, I'll make good on everything I say Jorgey, she knows that. The thing she seems to be forgetting is, I have more to lose if I lose tonight, this isn't just my debut this is where I leave my mark. Going against any undefeated fighter in your debut is always a bonus going against someone you want to defeat makes it even sweeter. If I lose tonight then my credibility is down the toilet, I can't... I will not lose tonight.
Jorge Morales: You are very confident and would you like to elaborate on the backup plan?
Gary Mac: Yes I do, Jorgey... really you want me to tell the whole of SSW exactly what I have up my sleeve? Also before you even try talking to Johnny Knight he doesn't know anything about tonight.
Jorge Morales: What does the future hold for you in Sunshine State Wrestling?
Gary Mac: Titles, it is that simple. I'm going to make my mark tonight and build on it. Your God has landed in Sunshine State Wrestling.
(As Jorge goes to talk Gary's phone begins ringing and he quickly looks at the number...)
Gary Mac: I need to go now, Jorgey. Important phone call.
(Mac walks off as the scene fades out...)
Sebastian Galca: I want to tell you how much I appreciate your audience, Thompson. I wish I could have gotten you a closer seat, but the management here isn't what you can call awesome. Despite that, I haven't forgotten what that coward, Cormier, did, and I plan on putting that mouth-breather down for his transgressions against us.
Carl Thompson: Don't sweat it, my friend, I'm sure you tried to get me the best seat you could. It will all be worth it once you crush Cormier for good. Then we can both be rid his idiotic ramblings.
Sebastian Galca: We can only pray the powers to be bring Mr. Cormier the same fate that was dealt to Rastafari. Unfortunately, I am not a brutal, disgusting, beast. I can only show him how Glamorous I am. I can only show him how much I am out of his league. I can't save him from his own stupidity forever. My hands don't get that dirty.
(Galca laughs at his own wit, thrilled with his own cleverness. Carl joins in with a slight chuckle and then takes a sip of water from a bottle nearby...)
Carl Thompson: People like us, Sebastian, we are naturally above other people. Not only in status, physical prowess, and sheer beauty, but in every way possible. They should be paying thousands of dollars a piece just to marvel at our greatness. Yet constantly we're facing the likes of Pete Cormier or Brent Kersh or whatever loser of the week they send our way. Honestly, it's disgraceful. Once I put Quinn in his place and win the number one contendership for the South American title, and once you inevitably destroy Pete Cormier, then we will finally have an opponent worthy of our greatness.
Sebastian Galca: It will surely be something to look forward to, because my patience for these, quote end quote, superstars is wearing thin. They do nothing for me. I feel I have been a world champion athlete just to suffer the grind of blue-collar job shoveling dirt. You, Carl, you're different. You understand what I say, you see this company the way I do, and I promise you tonight we'll see Cormier the same way too: unconscious, defeated, and humiliated.
(Carl smiles and then nods at Galca, obviously in complete agreement. He then straps on his Awesome Championship as Galca seems finally satisfied with the position of his mask...)
Sophia Lane: David, can I get a word with you?
David Cage: Sure, why not? I've got a little time to spare before I have to get ready for my match. Go ahead.
Sophia Lane: You've just signed to SSW and are debuting tonight at Halloween Haunting. Any thoughts on your debut?
David Cage: Well, it's quite simple. I'm going to go in and show the world why I'm one of the best in the game. It doesn't matter who my partner is. It could be a statue of Jesus and I'll still wipe the floor with my opponents. And that's all I have to say on that issue. Thanks for the interview.
(The scene ends as David leaves Sophia standing there looking dumbfounded...)
Matt Ford: Well folks, this is our second match set down for this evening but it may be our first actual CONTEST.
Willy Williams: Then again, Pete Cormier may be intending on running down and destroying another match. You know what he's like.
Matt Ford: I certainly hope not. Where are the Guardian Angels when you need them? Anyway, this match features four participants who are all making their SSW debuts tonight.
Willy Williams: And not a bad way to do it either, live at a pay-per-view event in the company's hometown.
Matt Ford: Absolutely.
Nicole Suárez: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
(At that point, "Miseria Cantare" by AFI softly creeps into the arena. The crowd stands on their feet, awaiting the sign of Johnny Legend. On the big screen, we see Legend's head tilted downwards as the song continues. Slowly, the head comes up to show Legend's face as the song kicks in. "Legend" flashes in front of his face as golden fireworks go off near the top of the ramp...)
Nicole Suárez: Introducing first... from Detroit, Michigan... weighing 250 pounds... JOHNNY LEGEND!!!
(Johnny Legend then comes walking out from the back. A smirk is plastered across his face as he poses for the crowd. They boo and Johnny Legend starts to walk down the ramp. Not paying attention to the fans, he continues as some of those in attendance give him middle fingers and shout unkind words at him. He walks up the stairs to the ring and enters inside. A short moment laterm, "Business Suits and Combat Boots" by The Agonist begins to play as a voice calls out "Does history guide you or do you set out to change it?" over the P.A. system. As the drums kick in along with a guitar before a loud scream fills the speakers. Then the strobes start to pulsate in time with the song as David Cage makes his way out from behind the curtain...)
Nicole Suárez: And his tag team partner... also from Detroit, Michigan... weighing 235 pounds... DAVID CAGE!!!
(Cage stands and looks out to the crowd for a moment before walking to the ring. He climbs in and climbs the nearest turnbuckle saluting the fans before stepping down and waiting for his opponent. "Business Suits and Combat Boots" then fades away. After a few moments of silence, a voice is heard over the loud speakers while the words show up on Sunshine Vision...)
## HIT IT! ##
("Hot Steppa" by Ini Kamoze plays through the loud speakers...)
## Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na nanah
## Nah, na na na nah, na na na nah, na na nah, na na nah, na na nanah
(Spotlights shine and circle around the ring and the arena as the fans cheer...)
Willy Williams: The one and only Wizard of Ahhhhs is here to compete tonight!
Matt Ford: As we await his arrival, weren't you a bit let down by his arrival into the company two weeks ago?
Willy Williams: Why? Because Mr. Awesome took him out after all that hype? He didn't seem to mind, why would I care?
## Here comes the hotstepper, murderer
## I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer
## Big up the crew in-a de area, murderer
## Still love you like that, murderer
(A group of four half drunk men walk out onto the rampway, holding up bottled beers to the crowd and carrying lawn chairs and a cooler. They setup shop at the top of the rampway and then out comes the Wizard of Ahhhhs along with Muru to a scattered rousing of cheers from the fans. Ahhhhs is dressed in orange baggy pants with yellow suspenders and a rainbow colored, spinner hat...)
Nicole Suárez: And their opponents... at a combined weight of 437 pounds... THE WIZARDS OF AHHHHS AND MURU!!!
(The Wizard of Ahhhhs, with Muru by his side, pridefully steps his way down to ringside, taking off his hat and tossing it out into the crowd as he makes his way up the ring steps. When he steps into the ring, he climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his hands into the air. He almost slips off the turnbuckle and has to catch himself before falling to the ground, but then he raises up again and puts his hands into the air. He jumps down and whips off his suspenders, peeling the baggy pants off and kicking them out of the ring to reveal his pink wrestling trunks with "Ahhhhs" written on the back...)
Matt Ford: That noise you just heard folks was the sound of the bell, meaning we're officially underway in this one.
Willy Williams: And not sign of Cormier... yet.
Matt Ford: Let's hope it stays that way. From the looks of things, it's going to be Johnny Legend and Muru that get us underway here as they size each other up -- Legend feinting a collar and elbow tie-up but slapping Muru in the face instead!
Willy Williams: Well, that's a wake-up call!
Matt Ford: And Muru responds with a huge clothesline! Not a bad response, huh Willy?
Willy Williams: It was okay.
Matt Ford: Muru assists Legend up to his feet and fires him off against the ropes, catching him on the return with a reverse elbow to the jaw! Legend hits the canvas and Muru is quick to drop down for a lateral press cover!
Matt Ford: Barely a two count there as Johnny Legend gets both shoulders up easily.
Willy Williams: It's not a bad idea to try and end this one quickly though. And although Legend kicked out comfortably, he still has to exert energy to do it.
Matt Ford: That's true. Muru grabs a handful of Legend's hair now and escorts him over towards his ring corner, slamming his opponent face-first into the top turnbuckle before putting his hand in the air and tagging The Wizard of Ahhhhs.
Willy Williams: A good pop for the Wizard here. God knows why, but he's getting one nonetheless.
Matt Ford: Well he's an entertaining and colorful personality, Willy.
Willy Williams: Trust you to like the guy -- you've both got the same fashion sense.
Matt Ford: The Wizard of Ahhhhs backs up now and runs right at Johnny Legend, squashing him between his chest and the turnbuckles, which causes Legend to slump down in the corner.
Willy Williams: Legend's allowed no reprieve however as the Wizard of Ahhhhs drags him back up to his feet and executes a snapmare takeover before hitting the ropes and connecting with a leg drop! A cover and hook of the outside leg by Ahhhhs now!
Willy Williams: But Legend kicks out again.
Matt Ford: Johnny tries to get to his corner to tag David Cage but the Wizard of Ahhhhs cuts him off, attacking him with right hands to the face! But Legend blocks one and begins firing back with hard shots of his own!
Willy Williams: Legend backs the Wizard of Ahhhhs against the ropes now and fires him across the ring, dropping him to the canvas with a stiff clothesline on his return!
Matt Ford: Legend drags the Wizard of Ahhhhs back up to his feet and connects with a forearm shot to the face before connecting with a standing dropkick that puts his opponent down on the canvas. This time it's Johnny Legend who makes a cover, hooking the inside leg!
Matt Ford: Another two count in this contest as the Wizard of Ahhhhs kicks out.
Willy Williams: Legend puts the boots to him momentarily before heading over to his corner and tagging in a fresh David Cage. Cage stands the Wizard of Ahhhhs up and scoops him up, executing a BRUTAL backbreaker!
Matt Ford: And look at the way Cage is holding the Wizard of Ahhhhs across his knee like that, further increasing the pain and damage that move has caused!
Willy Williams: It's all about maximising the output of every executed move, Matty, and David Cage is doing a great job of that right from the outset here.
Matt Ford: Cage shoves the Wizard of Ahhhhs off his knee now and hits the ropes, measuring his opponent with a closed right fist and connecting as he falls to the canvas!
Willy Williams: Nice shot there by Cage -- that'll rattle the Wizard of Ahhhhs somewhat. Now would be a good time for him to tag in Muru... if he can make it to his corner.
Matt Ford: Which at the moment is proving difficult for him. Muru's pretty fresh, and as you can see -- he's got his arm outstretched as much as he can in the hopes of enticing a tag from his partner for this evening.
Willy Williams: Meanwhile Cage has dragged the Wizard of Ahhhhs back up to his feet and AGAIN executes a lingering backbreaker! The Wizard of Ahhhhs spine is taking a hammering in this one!
Matt Ford: Which doesn't bode well for Muru! He's getting desperate to get in the ring!
Willy Williams: At this point, I don't blame him.
Matt Ford: With the Wizard of Ahhhhs still draped across his knee, Cage reaches out and tags in Johnny Legend -- holding the Wiz in place as Legend delivers an elbow drop to the sternum!
Willy Williams: Nice teamwork there by those two. And that's so important in a match of this nature.
Matt Ford: There's no denying David Cage and Johnny Legend have had the better chemisty thus far, and the quick tags they're exhibiting are helping them to both remain fresh.
Willy Williams: Well the Wizard of Ahhhhs needs to make a tag -- the sooner the better. He and Muru are falling out of this one because of the punishment the Wizard of Ahhhhs is taking at the hands of these two hungry opponents.
Willy Williams: Agreed. Legend begins to taunt the Wizard of Ahhhhs now, paintbrushing him in the head before kicking him square in the face! Brutal!
Matt Ford: Yeah, that's one way of flattening out your opponent on the canvas.
Willy Williams: Legend stands the Wizard of Ahhhhs back up and connects with a solid right hand before slapping him hard across the face!
Matt Ford: With the Wizard of Ahhhhs backed against the ropes, Legend shots him across the ring... lowering his head for a back body drop as his opponent rebounds off... COUNTERED INTO A DDT INSTEAD BY THE WIZARD OF AHHHHS!
Willy Williams: And this may prove to be the break in the action he needed, Ford, to be able to tag in Muru. This crowd is firmly behind these two as well as they try to rally the Wizard of Ahhhhs to make the tag.
Matt Ford: Yeah, this may be the only opening he'll get. If Legend gets to Cage before the Wizard of Ahhhhs can get to Muru, then it may very well be lights out tonight.
Willy Williams: Legend has a better idea of where he is in the ring however, and he reaches out -- diving towards to David Cage to make the tag!
Matt Ford: The Wizard of Ahhhhs is crawling towards Muru but Cage nails runs across the ring and nails Muru in the face with a stiff right hand!
Willy Williams: A cheap shot there but a wise one. Cage drags the Wizard of Ahhhhs up to his feet now and escorts him towards a corner of the ring, introducing him to the top turnbuckle face-first!
Matt Ford: The Wizard of Ahhhhs stumbles backwards out of the corner now... Cage grabs hold of him with a rear waistlock... BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!
Willy Williams: The back of the head of the Wizard of Ahhhhs impacted hard with the canvas there!
Matt Ford: It certainly did and this may very well do it as Cage makes a cover now, hooking the outside leg as he does so!
Matt Ford: But the Wizard of Ahhhhs kicks out at two and a half!
Willy Williams: Close!
Matt Ford: Cage tags in Johnny Legend now who makes his way over to the Wizard of Ahhhs as Cage stands him up, booting him square in the midsection as Cage holds him upright!
Willy Williams: Legend hooks Ahhhhs now... and elevates him into the air... BIG HANGING SUPLEX! He floats over for the cover and hooks the leg!
Willy Williams: Another kickout by the Wizard of Ahhhhs!
Matt Ford: He's come a long way over the past couple of years and he's showing his improved resilency in front of more than twenty thousand SSW fans.
Willy Williams: Well, the only way was up for the Wizard of Ahhhhs. Legend stands him up now but the Wizard of Ahhhs cut him off with a boot to the midsection... inverted headlock now as he points to the crowd!
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: AHHHH-
Willy Williams: He swings around and hits the elbow drop to the throat!
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: -STRUCK!
Matt Ford: HE GOT IT!!! THAT'S AHHHH-STRUCK!!! THE WIZARD OF AHHHHS MAKES THE COVER AND HOOKS THE LEG AS MURU ENTERS THE RING, CUTTING OFF DAVID CAGE AS HE ATTEMPTS TO BREAK UP THE PINFALL!!!
Matt Ford: It's over! The Wizard of Ahhhhs pulls it out for himself and Muru!
Willy Williams: Well done to that man -- he took a beating tonight and didn't rely on his tag partner to get them back into it. He found a way to do it himself.
Matt Ford: Maybe we can make a superstar out of the Wizard of Ahhhhs yet.
Willy Williams: Don't push it, Ford.
("Hot Steppa" by Ini Kamoze hits throughout the arena once again as the official raises the hands of Muru and The Wizard of Ahhhhs, David Cage and Johnny Legend rolling out of the ring and staring at them in anger as the scene fades out...)
WINNER: The Wizard of Ahhhhs & Muru
(via pinfall)
Willy Williams: There he is, Ford. The man behind the plan.
Matt Ford: Don't you mean the man behind the mask?
Willy Williams: Eh! Whatever.
Matt Ford: He should be ashamed of himself. A man with his position in a company should not be involved with what he has involved himself with.
Willy Williams: Aw come on, Ford. Give it a rest.
(The dialog is broken with the sudden appearance of what appears to be a member of the Halloween Hostility production crew...)
Production Guy: Mr. Jacobs!
Dean Jacobs: Yes? What do you want?
Production Guy: Sorry, sir. I was told to give this to you.
(The guy extends his hand, holding a small piece of paper. Jacobs hesitates before taking it out of his hands...)
Dean Jacobs: What is it?
Production Guy: I'm not sure.
Dean Jacobs: Well who told you to give it to me?
Production Guy: My boss did. But... I don't know who told him.
(Jacobs lets off a sigh as he opens the paper and begins to read. A small smile forming on his face...)
Dean Jacobs: Perfect! Thanks kid.
(Jacobs walks off in a positive manner...)
Matt Ford: What is going on with these notes? First Dave Eddy and now Dean Jacobs.
Willy Williams: Natalie Burrows and now Rachel Cole?
Matt Ford: Uh yeah, probably not.
(The scene fades out...)
Pete Cormier: What the hell are you doing here? Get the hell out of my locker room.
(Cormier takes the camera out of the man's hand and slams it on the ground, shattering it into many pieces. He then shoves the man out of the room and grabs him by the head. He runs, charging a stack of cases used to hold television equipment and slams the man into the cases. A cut is opened on the man's head. Cormier turns around and sees the other cameraman...)
Pete Cormier: You want some of this too? Get the hell out of here or you'll get it next!
(Pete Cormier begins to walk back into his locker room but before he enters he turns to the left to get one more glimpse of the bleeding cameraman. Standing next to the hurt camera worker are the Guardian Angels and the crowd goes crazy...)
Matt Ford: The Guardian Angels are here! The Angels are in Miami!
Willy Williams: Yeah but they're too late. The damage is done. They did not find Cormier quick enough!
(Standing there eyeing the Angels and not moving Cormier brings a smirk to his face. He lifts his right arm and points at the Angels and walks into the locker room laughing...)
Matt Ford: Why did they just stand there Willy? They should've leveled that drug using psycho.
Willy Williams: No idea Matt. Maybe they just figured they were too late and the situation was ending. Whatever the case may be it is very obvious that The Natural Pete Cormier is extremely enraged at Jason Hartnell for making him take a drug test.
Matt Ford: He's a drug user. Pete Cormier will be hung in front of thousands of fans when his test comes back and tells the truth. He can't keep going around here lying to everyone. The truth will come out, Pete!
(The scene fades out...)
Gary Mac: My match is coming up, you know what to do.
(The person nods as Gary begins making his way to ringside, the scene shifting back there...)
Willy Williams: She is, but in my mind, that doesn't say much. How will she perform on the big stage here tonight? That's all I'm interested in. As for Gary Mac, you're talking about a guy with a LOT of experience... big match experience... and I personally believe that he's going to be triumphant here tonight.
Matt Ford: Well, let's find out!
Nicole Suárez: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
(The chords of "The Killing Moon" by Echo & The Bunny Men hit and there is an equal small chorus of boos as there is to a small chorus of cheers... but not an absolutely huge reaction either way. As the song starts up a female figure in a hoodie appears on the rampway smoking a cigarette. The lights come up and she sarcastically rolls her eyes. "The Cult Classic" Rachel Cole makes her way down the walkway not acknowledging the fans either way...)
Nicole Suárez: Introducing first... from Los Angeles, California... weighing 125 pounds... "CULT CLASSIC" RACHEL COLE!!!
(At the bottom of the rampway, she pulls off her hood and pulls out a flask. She removes her jacket and teases hopping up onto the apron but then waves that idea off. She then climbs the steel steps and makes her way into the ring. She puts the flask to the side and puts her cigarette out on the turnbuckle. She then gets in the middle of the ring and waits for her opponent...)
(As the words begin to disappear off Sunshine Vision, the lights in the arena blackout -- leaving only a green spotlight searching throughout the arena, the fans beginning to boo. The spotlight goes faster and faster, the guitar rift can be heard, the spotlight gets even faster then the opening of "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach begins to blare out and the spotlight stops on the entrance way. The lights stay out as the fans booing becomes louder...)
Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And you're the master
And I am waiting for disaster
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)
(Gary Mac then walks out from the back with his black wrestling tights on with green lightning down each side. With the words "The Real Deal" inscribed onto the back of it. The fans boo as Mac wears a black t-shirt with the words "Too Fucking Good" inscribed onto the front of it. Gary Mac smirks towards the fans and then begins to head towards the ring, walking past the fans and as he does he he spits on one while wiping his forehead and throwing the sweat onto the fans...)
Nicole Suárez: And her opponent... from San Antonio, Texas... weighing 227 pounds... "THE REAL DEAL" GARY MAC!!!
I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
And I don't need to
Because I'm getting away with murder
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn't possible
To never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder
(Mac reaches the ring and he leaps up onto the ring apron. Gary turns around and poses for the fans, then he leaps over the top rope and lands on his feet. Mac then takes of his T-Shirt and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Mac poses once more before throwing the T-Shirt into the crowd and then he jumps down and waits on his opponent...)
Willy Williams: It's go time in this one now folks as Rachel Cole and Gary Mac lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up in the center of the ring!
Matt Ford: And Mac immediately slips Cole a European uppercut that catches her flush under the chin, knocking her backwards! Mac follows it up with a big right hand that puts "The Cult Classic" down on the canvas!
Willy Williams: Mac knows how important it is to start well and he's asserting himself from the outset in this one. Great strategy.
Matt Ford: No doubt, but that's easier said than done. Cole isn't going to back down or shy away from a physical confrontation here either.
Willy Williams: She also has a great rack, and that goes a long way in the world of professional wrestling.
Matt Ford: How exactly?
Willy Williams: I'm not sure yet -- I'll get back to you on that.
Matt Ford: Riiiight. Back to the action now as Rachel is quickly back up to her feet, only to be met with another BIG right hand that rocks her in her boots. And another! Rachel stumbles backwards into a corner of the ring, and you know that this is not the way she wanted to start this match-up.
Willy Williams: Absolutely not. She needs to move and make use of her quickness here -- if she stands in front of Mac and goes toe to toe, he will hurt her. No question.
Matt Ford: Mac walks over to the corner and drives a knee into the midsection of Cole now, causing her to slump down in the corner somewhat as she feels the effects of it.
Willy Williams: Well Mac's looking intense right now. You can tell just by looking at him how badly he wants this win here tonight. Can he keep this intensity level up though? That's the big question.
Matt Ford: Mac escorts Cole out of the corner now and backs her against the ropes, Irish whipping her across the ring. Cole rebounds off and slides between Mac's legs, popping up behind him. Mac turns around... stinging quick right hand jab from Cole! And another! And another! Big right hand now!
Willy Williams: That's what I'm talking about right there -- this is where she'll be most dangerous.
Matt Ford: Cole hits the ropes and leaps into the air... FLYING BODY PRESS! Mac's shoulders are down now!
Matt Ford: Kickout by Mac! Both individuals are up quickly to their feet now as Cole cuts Mac off with a boot to the midsection before applying a side headlock and executing a hip toss takedown to them mat!
Willy Williams: Rachel all of a sudden has exploded and is asserting herself in this match-up, Ford.
Matt Ford: And that's the advantage of having speed like that, Willy. She can turn things around very quickly. Rachel is suited to a fast paced contest. For Gary Mac, that's the worst kind of bout he could have with her. He needs to slow the pace down and make use of his power advantage.
Willy Williams: Mac grabs a handful of Cole's hair and begins to pull it, but the official is right in position to see it and pulls his hand off -- verbally admonishing him as Rachel keeps the side headlock applied on the canvas.
Matt Ford: Headscissors applied by Mac now and that causes Rachel to release the hold and quickly maneuver back up to her feet. Mac is up quickly as well only for "The Cult Classic" to catch him in the face with a big time right hand!
Willy Williams: Mac walks a few paces away before turning around and walking back in... another big right hand from Rachel Cole!
Matt Ford: Mac is frustrated now as he staggers back before advancing with a boot to the midsection himself, following it up with a side headlock takedown of his own... only for Rachel to apply headscissors herself! Mac is quick to shove her off though!
Willy Williams: Both these two are up to the feet... ROLLICKING right hand by Mac there! Cole answers back! As does Mac! Cole fires back again! And so does Mac!
Matt Ford: This is NOT what Rachel needs to be doing here. And there you go as Gary Mac seizes the advantage, connecting with unanswered right hands to the face of "The Cult Classic"!
Willy Williams: Mac scoops Cole up now for a bodyslam... but she slides out the back! Mac turns around and cops a boot to the midsection for his troubles before being backed up against the ring ropes!
Matt Ford: Cole fires Mac across the ring now, lowering her head as he rebounds off -- looking to execute a back body drop. But Mac scouts it and sets her up in a powerbomb position instead!
Willy Williams: Not a good place for Rachel Cole to find herself, that's for sure! But Cole scrambles out and slides under the bottom rope to the outside, taking a moment to regroup as Mac recognizes a missed opportunity to firmly seize control of this one.
Matt Ford: Mac exits the ring himself and chases after Rachel who slides back in, running at the ropes as Mac follows close behind... Cole rebounds off and Mac hits the canvas, allowing Cole to hop over the top of him... back up to his feet now... Cole hits the opposing ropes... Mac lowers his head for a back body drop... reverse Russian leg sweep by Cole!
Willy Williams: BLOCKED by Mac! He saw that one coming early as he now Irish whips "The Cult Classic" in a corner of the ring. He charges in to follow it up... but Cole catches him with a boot to the face instead!
Matt Ford: Mac staggers away... CHOP BLOCK FROM BEHIND BY Cole!
Willy Williams: Great move right there. That'll take out the vertical base of Gary Mac in a hurry.
Matt Ford: Cole follows it up with a series of stomps to Mac's legs before straightening the left one out and leaping into the air, driving both her knees into Mac's left one!
Willy Williams: Gary Mac begins to get up off the canvas but Rachel hits the ropes and kicks him hard in the left leg, causing it to buckle underneath him!
Matt Ford: Cole grabs hold of Mac's left leg and steps over it... FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!
Willy Williams: And it's almost dead center in the middle of the ring, Ford! Mac's trying to hang on as the referee is in position to check for the give!
Matt Ford: Great strategy here by Rachel Cole. Mac's fighting it as the official gets himself in a great position to check for the give. Mac's refusing! He's looking to roll over onto his stomach and reverse the pressure! Cole is trying to prevent and... Mac REVERSES IT!
Willy Williams: And all that pressure is transferred onto Rachel Cole now! Look at her screaming in pain! But she gets to the ropes!
Matt Ford: A wise move there to roll into the ropes, that's for sure. A clever maneuver there on the part of Gary Mac and again, that was sheer power to overturn that figure four leglock.
Willy Williams: Absolutely. The outcome of this match will be determined by who plays to their strengths the best. At the moment, it's evenly balanced.
Matt Ford: Cole is quick to sit up and nail Mac in the face with a firm right hand, before standing up and driving her knee down into the left quad of her opponent.
Willy Williams: Cole straightens that same leg of Mac's out now and positions it on the bottom rope, leaping into the air using the top rope as leverage and crashing all her weight down on the joint!
Matt Ford: Rinse and repeat by Rachel Cole as she does it again! A smart strategy here, Willy.
Willy Williams: Absolutely. She's looking to take out the left leg of Gary Mac, which would essentially neutralize his power and make it difficult for him to maintain his balance when attempting Plan 9.
Matt Ford: Rachel grabs hold of Mac's left leg and again looks to apply a figure four leglock, only this time Mac boots her off with his free leg midway through the application of it!
Willy Williams: And Rachel's left shoulder subsequently just rammed into the ringpost! That ringpost is still standing, however "The Cult Classic" is not.
Matt Ford: With Cole down on her hands and knees, a hobbling Gary Mac kicks her right in the ribs -- flattening her out on the canvas. And another one for good measure!
Willy Williams: It looks as if Mac's going to respond by targetting Cole's rib cage area as he once again focuses his attack there, this time grabbing hold of her left arm and straightening it out, exposing the ribs before blasting her with a vicious kick!
Matt Ford: Both of these athletes clearly have a strategy in this one -- it'll be interesting to see who can execute theirs the best.
Willy Williams: Gary Mac is looking to take control here as he drags Cole up by the hair and backs her into a corner of the ring against the turnbuckles. BIG back elbow to the face there by Mac!
Matt Ford: He follows it up by driving his knee deep into Rachel's midsection before reverting back to another back elbow to the face that rocks Rachel in the corner!
Willy Williams: Mac's backing the truck up here now as he opens up some space between himself and "The Cult Classic". He measures Cole before charging in with a leaping knee aimed for his opponent's midsection... BUT SHE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST MOMENT!
Matt Ford: Mac gets caught up on the middle rope and the look of pain on his face says it all! Cole responds quickly by grabbing Mac by the hair and backing him up against the ropes, only for her Irish whip attempt to be reversed. Cole hits the ropes... and delivers a dropkick to the left knee of Mac!
Willy Williams: Cole is right back on that knee of Mac's, and you could see how quickly he went to ground there after the impact. Cole grabs Mac's left leg and elevates it up into the air before slamming the knee down into the canvas!
Matt Ford: She goes to the well one too many times though and, on this occasion, Mac kicks her off. Cole flips over the top rope but manages to hang on... and then skins the cat!
Willy Williams: Jesus, Ford! You can't say that even if we are on HBO!
Matt Ford: Grow up, Willy, you idiot! Cole is back on her feet in the ring and OHHHHHH! A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE FROM MAC EJECTS HER RIGHT BACK OVER AND THIS TIME TO THE FLOOR BELOW!
Willy Williams: Cole landed awkwardly there too as we watch the replay of this one -- you can see her legs hit the ringside barricade with enough force to shunt them backwards towards those in the front row.
Matt Ford: And Mac is exiting the ring now to join Rachel now as he grabs a handful of her hair and drives a hard right hand into her face, sending "The Cult Classic" backwards.
Willy Williams: Mac backs Cole up and then Irish whips her, causing her to slam into the ring apron spine first! Cole staggers back towards Mac after the impact... AND Mac ELEVATES HER INTO THE AIR AND HANGS HER ACROSS THE RINGSIDE RAILING!
Matt Ford: Breaking your fall with your throat is never a first choice option, but for Rachel Cole -- it was her ONLY option. Mac drags Cole up to her feet by the hair once again and rolls her under the bottom rope back into the ring before following in after her.
Willy Williams: You'll notice too that when the pace slows down, Gary Mac gains the advantage. When the pace quickens, Rachel Cole is in control.
Matt Ford: Rachel's hurt. She's got to regroup here. Mac on the other hand is simply wasting time by disrespecting these fans as we speak. That's all well and good, but you've still got an opponent to put away, Gary.
Willy Williams: Well that could come as a big break for Rachel Cole right there. She's barely moved since being rolled back into the ring as Mac drops down to the canvas now and makes a lateral press cover...
Willy Williams: But Rachel elevates her left shoulder up off the canvas at two!
Matt Ford: There's no quit in her -- Mac's going to have to do better than that.
Willy Williams: Absolutely. He drags Cole up to her feet now and backs her against the ropes before Irish whipping her across the ring. Cole rebounds off and Mac lowers his head... BIG ELEVATION THERE WITH THAT BACK BODY DROP!
Matt Ford: Rachel came down very hard on her head there -- she couldn't get her feet under her to help break her fall. She stumbles up to her feet and falls into a ring corner, Mac beginning to hammer away at her now with vicious right hand shots to the face and chest!
Willy Williams: Mac backs up into the opposing corner now before charging right at Cole... DEVASTATING KNEE TO THE HEAD DELIVERED BY MAC! Cole collapses to the mat!
Matt Ford: And not surprisingly, here's a pinfall attempt from Gary Mac now as he makes the cover and hooks the outside leg!
Matt Ford: Only Rachel kicks out two!
Willy Williams: Make no mistake about it though -- she's hurt, and Mac knows it. There's no way she couldn't be after absorbing all this punishment.
Matt Ford: He again brings Cole up to her feet and measures her with a right hand, connecting with force there! And another! And a third shot! Rachel is out on her feet here! Another big right hand from Mac!
Willy Williams: RIGHT HAND FROM COLE! And now it's "The Cult Classic"'s turn to unleash a barrage of right hands as she mounts a comeback here! Mac and Cole both trading shots now! Cole blocks one and tags Mac in the face... scoops him up now... BODYSLAM ON MAC!
Matt Ford: Now that is impressive! Rachel makes her way to the second rope now and leaps off, looking for an elbow to the face... BUT MAC GETS HIS BOOT UP INSTEAD AND CATCHES COLE WITH IT ON HER WAY IN!
Willy Williams: Mac rolls over now and locks in a modified sleeper hold on the canvas -- Rachel using every ounce of strength she still has left to try and fight it off.
Matt Ford: She's fading fast though, and in fact both her shoulders are down now!
Matt Ford: Only two! But Rachel's shoulders drop right back down immediately!
Matt Ford: Again, just a two count as Rachel reacts in time!
Willy Williams: Well she may be lapsing in and out of consciousness here, Matty. The blood flow's been significantly reduced to the brain, but look out here! Rachel suddenly finds the energy to fight her way up to her feet!
Matt Ford: And look at her battle out of it now as she scores with a barrage of right hands on Mac! He relinquishes the hold now and Rachel hits the ropes... Mac swinging in desperation for a clothesline which "The Cult Classic" ducks under with ease... she hits the opposing ropes now... but Mac hoists her up onto his shoulder!
Willy Williams: Only Cole slips out the back and shoves Mac away, sending him across the ring! Cole positions herself in the corner now and props her way up onto the top rope... she's looking for it, Ford!
Matt Ford: She certainly is! Is it time for Plan 9?! YES!
Willy Williams: NO! THE REAL! GARY MAC JUST CAUGHT RACHEL COLE WITH THE REAL DEAL ON HER WAY DOWN!
Matt Ford: WHAT IMPACT! MAC PICKS COLE UP NOW... TOTAL DESTRUCTION!!! HE PLANTED HER RIGHT ON HER FACE!!! THIS WILL DO IT!!! COVER AND HOOK OF THE OUTSIDE LEG BY GARY MAC!!!
Matt Ford: MAC PICKS UP THE WIN!!!
Willy Williams: I picked it like a dirty nose from the outset, Ford. And what a devastating way to finish Rachel Cole -- The Real Deal followed by Total Destruction. There's no way in hell you're getting back up after that.
Nicole Suárez: Here is your winner... "THE REAL DEAL" GARY MAC!!!
Matt Ford: A big win here tonight for Gary Mac!
Willy Williams: Overall, he dominated Rachel Cole for the majority of this match and he's got the result to show for it. Well deserved. It looks like he's got something to say though.
(With the match over and Rachel Cole lying in the middle of the ring, Gary Mac goes over and calls for a microphone once he is handed it he turns his attention back to Rachel Cole...)
Gary Mac: I told you I would do it, didn't I?
(His voice is just heard over the jeering from the fans...)
Gary Mac: All of you morons better shut your mouth while I am speaking.
(With the boos still echoing around the arena Gary Mac grabs Rachel Cole helps her to her feet and then traps her arms in between the top and middle ropes making her unable to move. Then he gets right in her face before raising the microphone to his mouth...)
Gary Mac: Tonight doesn't just mark the debut of Gary Mac in SSW, but it marks the beginning of your hell. I'm telling you this right to your face, in two weeks time at South Beach Sunday, I want an apology from you live in the middle of this ring. If not this will be your very own version of groundhog day, I will continue to hurt and humiliate you each opportunity I get.
("Gary Mac Sucks!" begins being chanting from the fans all around the arena, having heard enough Gary drops the microphone and rolls out the ring, walking towards the ramp way he stops as the chants continue. He watches as referees try to release Rachel from the ropes, Mac decides to go back and rushes around the ring grabbing a chair from under the ring and then slides in. The refs try to tell him to not do it but he winds the chair back. The chanting stops as the fans begin to cheer as Johnny Legend comes sprinting down towards the ring as he slides in Mac drops the chair and slides out the ring...)
Matt Ford: Johnny Legend with the save I thought he was going to crush that chair right over Rachel Cole's head.
Willy Williams: It would have made a nice change, I just can't believe Legend isn't siding with Gary Mac.
(As Legend goes towards the ropes he points at Gary Mac and tells him to enter the ring but Gary ignores it. Johnny walks over towards Rachel Cole and releases her from the ropes then helps her to the corner, Johnny Legend picks up the steal chair and calls Mac to come in once more which is refused again...)
Willy Williams: Look, it's that guy with the costume on. He is here, Matt. Who is it?
Matt Ford: Could be anyone but Legend hasn't seen him.
(The man in the costume leaps the guard rail and slides in behind Johnny Legend and between Rachel Cole, Cole notices the man and grabs the mask quickly removing it...)
Matt Ford: It's Johnny Knight, but... we saw him with Gary Mac earlier talking to the man in the scream costume.
Willy Williams: What a brutal chair shot there, Matt!
(With the commentators talking Johnny Knight drops to the mat and Johnny Legend smashed the chair right against Rachel Cole's skull sending her down to the mat. Standing outside Gary Mac applauds what he has just seen and then slides into the ring, Legend drops the chair and both men hug in the middle of the ring before Mac raises Legend's hand...)
Willy Williams: The man in the scream suit must have been Johnny Legend all along, what a twist.
Matt Ford: I didn't see that coming, now listen to these fans they don't like what just happened.
(Taking in the chorus of boos from the fans Gary Mac and Johnny Legend stand with their arms aloft in the middle of the ring. Mac walks back towards the microphone and picks it up, with a huge grin on his face he waits a few seconds before speaking...)
Gary Mac: Did you guys actually think for one second, Johnny Legend and I wouldn't be on the same page? We outsmarted you guys, from that girl there, to the blonde standing next to the fattest slob on the planet to this little kid here.
(Gary points to a young male in the front row standing next to a Native American...)
Gary Mac: What happened to your face, did you smile and the wind changed it?
(The man next to him looks angry as Mac passes the microphone to Johnny Legend...)
Johnny Legend: You people are sooooo stupid! You would actually think that I would help this braud?!
(The crowd boos, while a few toss some trash into the ring towards Gary Mac and Johnny Legend. Gary Mac swats a cup away from his face.)
Johnny Legend: Sunshine State Wrestling has just been put on notice. *points to Gary and back to himself* The real superstars are here!
(Johnny throws down the microphone and all three men begin exiting the ring looking at Rachel Cole with each of them smiling. The scene fades out...)
WINNER: "The Real Deal" Gary Mac
(via pinfall)
