20th January 2008
Goodfellas Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada
Outside the Goodfellas Casino and Arena, a Grey Hound Bus comes to a screeching halt. As the doors open, a huge commotion erupts from inside. Chanting can be heard as what appears to be thirty people chant, sVo Sucks! sVo Sucks! One by one the roster of Hostility files out with, anti-sVo shirts on, their faces painted in red, black and silver, the colors of Hostility. Julian Fiasco, Steppen Scuragrec, Ozric Mortimer, Larry Lansdowne, Troy Rigsby, Dan Black, Bubba Love and M4 dressed in his cow suit and all, they all come filing off the bus chanting and screaming. Last but certainly not least, the leader of the troops, current owner of Hostility, Maddox “Mad Max” Monson comes walking off with his fists taped, his hair pulled back into a pony tail, and a serious intensity burning in his eyes. A reporter from EWZine.com is there with a microphone in hand.
Reporter: “Why are you all here?”
Mad Max: “When I told everyone in Hostility about my match tonight with Psyko Stevo, they all wanted to come and see me kick the shit out of that douche bag, so I said let’s go. We piled into this bus, drove a few miles and here we are!”
Reporter: “But do you even have tickets?”
Mad Max: “Of course we do!”
Reporter: “But how? Showdown has been sold out for weeks now…”
Mad Max: “Ebay baby!”
With that Max pushes past the reporters and leads his troops, whooping and hollering up to the entrance of the casino, causing more than a few people to stop and stare!
Bubba Love and M4 make their way from their seats at ringside up the stairway and out of the arena. They can be overheard talking on their way.
Bubba Love: “Man, this was a great idea! For once we get to see things through the eyes of the fans. Instead of looking out into a sea of people, we get to look at the ring and be one of the sea of people!”
M4: “So, you mean we’re like seamen?”
Bubba Love: “Yeah, exactly!”
They make their way through the crowds of people, and stop at the end of the line for the concession stand. They stand there, silent for a while as the line slowly makes it way forward, growing behind them. Suddenly, a small child runs up to M4 with a pad and a pen. Extending his arms outward towards M4, the child looks up with glee and joy in his eyes. M4 looks down, smiles and takes the pen and paper from the child. He then draws a small stick figure in a cow suit and signs it. He then hands it over to Bubba who does the same thing. Bubba then hands the pad back to the boy, who looks at it gleefully.
Boy: “Hey, wait a minute. Who the hell are you guys? I thought you were the milk man!”
The boy kicks M4 in the shin and runs off, while Bubba just laughs. M4 grabs his shin and rubs it.
M4: “Man, that hurt! I need some ice.”
M4 steps out of line and makes his way to the concession stand, and leans up against the counter. The refreshment engineer behind the counter looks at M4 with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Counter Help: “Is there something I can get you?”
M4: “Yeah, I’d like some ice for my leg, some kid just kicked me!”
Counter Help: “I’d kick you too, you freak.”
M4 glares at him and is about to say something, when suddenly a full cup of soda comes flying from the line and hits the man behind the counter in the face. M4 turns around and sees Bubba laughing. Bubba reaches into his pocket and hand a stunned looking man a twenty dollar bill, pats him on his back, and walks up to join M4.
Bubba Love: “What do you say you and I go into business together? Let’s help these fine folks with their refreshment needs.”
The crowd laughs and applauds as Bubba Love and M4 jump the counter and toss the refreshment engineer over the counter onto the floor after removing his apron and hat. M4 puts on the hat, Bubba puts on the apron, and then both men start serving the people waiting in line.
Kelly Flawless Is Better Than You – It’s Fucking Science
Kelly Flawless: “What the FUCK am I going to do, Phil?”
The Golden Boy was backstage. He was crying a little bit. It looked as if his eyeballs were a doodle and somebody made him laugh too hard and a littttttttle bit of pee came out. Yeah – just like that.
His agent, Phil Mickelson, hovered above him. Earlier in the week, Phil had mustered up the courage to tell his long-time friend that his testicles had been surgically taken from him due to a battle with cancer. Now Kelly, too, had had his nuts savagely removed
And to top it all off, it was more than likely that he had contracted an STD from the infectious, conniving, whorebag slut that ripped his balls out. And we aren’t talking about some pansy ass, rub-some-cream-on-and-it’s-gone STD that you can contract from playing bridge in the nude with your grandmother; we’re talking about full blown motherfuckin’ AIDS, motherfucker.
Like Eazy-E AIDS.
Like Magic Johnson AIDS.
Like Britney Spears’-mental-state-wrapped-up-into-a-fuckin’ immune-disorder FUCKING AIDS.
This shit sucked.
Kelly Flawless: “What am I gonna do? If I go out there and win this match tonight, crazy cunt lady said she was going to come back! She took my balls, Philly! She took my balls! Imagine what she’ll do if I actually beat this guy?”
Flawless began sobbing; he had been robbed of his dignity, his sense of security, and most importantly, the dudes dat produce da juice.
Phil Mickelson: “Kelly, the bitch took your nuts and gave you AIDS – what else could she possibly do to you? She removed all the pleasure from your life and she signed your death certificate – you’re fucked. She can’t hurt you any worse.”
The Blonde Bomber nodded in agreement, head in hands.
Phil Mickelson: “Here’s what you’re going to do: you’re going to go out there tonight, forget about all this bullshit for about six or seven minutes, and you’re going to beat Stampede Kid’s ass so bad that HE contracts AIDS.”
Yes, kids; it’s possible to contract AIDS from having your ass beat. So toughen – nobody wants to get their ass kicked and get AIDS in the same fucking day. What? It’s fucking science, dipshit – read a book. Fuck.
Phil Mickelson: “And then we’re going to figure this whole thing out – alright?”
Flawless’s head ascended slowly from his tear-soaked palms. He nodded confidently; the fear disappearing from his eyes.
Kelly Flawless: “You’re right, Phil. This is ridiculous. I’m going to beat that kid’s face in so bad that he’s going to have to cut his ass off and fashion himself a new fucking forehead. And then we’re gonna find a way to get rid of this AIDS bullshit. I’m too fucking awesome to have AIDS. AIDS should be reserved for the garbage of society. I’ll spoon it out of my own ass and feed it to the entire sVo roster; that’s where this horseshit belongs. It doesn’t belong in my bloodstream, fucking up my immu-whatever system; it belongs on a spoon in the mouths of every talentless tit in this promotion. VIA MY ASS.”
Yay – AIDS for everybody.
TJ vs. Drake Hazard
Violent Fetish by Disturbed begins to play throughout the arena. The lights go out and TJ’s figure rises up from the entrance way. He looks around the arena and then intensely jumps into the air as red, white, and gold fireworks go off as the lights come back on. He walks down the ramp, giving high fives to the fans. He walks up the stairs and enters the ring. He goes to the far corner and climbs the ropes. He throws both arms in the air. He begins to beat his chest with his hands and then yells the crowd. He gets down and waits for his opponent.
“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!”
A burst of pyrotechnics ignites at the top of the ramp as Bleeding Through’s “For Love and Failing” explodes out of the PA system. Drake Hazard steps out from the backstage area through the fireworks, psyched up and ready for action.
“I’m not afraid of the worst,
I’m the sheep who lost his way,
Still looking for it every day.
I’ll face neglect, every curse you wish to throw at me,
Without trying I would never fail,
And I fell in love with failure.”
Drake beats his chest and lets out an almighty roar as the pyro fizzles away behind him, before beginning his descent to the ring. He glances around the legions of jeering fans with a spiteful grin etched across his face as he strides down the ramp.
“I can’t see through your eyes,
What do you see, a disgrace, another lie?
Today I’ll start being perfect,
Cut you open to expose your insides,
Cut you open, expose your insides.”
Eventually the giant Hazard reaches the ring and slips in under the bottom rope. He immediately heads for the opposite side of the ring and throws an arm in the air, revelling in the negative reaction of the sVo fans.
“I know, I’m still counting scars from every time you cried,
‘Cause I remember the first time you, died,
Tonight I want to bleed alone with you,
Here’s to craving, everything you do.”
The music finally begins to die down as Drake turns his attentions away from the audience and towards the task at hand. He adjusts his stance, ready to take on whatever the forthcoming contest would throw at him.
Ding Ding Ding.
The bell sounds and we’re off. TJ rushes at Drake Hazard with a running clothesline but Hazard ducks under it and heads towards the ropes. He bounces off and TJ side steps and pushes him into the ropes, Hazard bounces off the opposite ropes and hops over TJ who is laying on the ground. Hazard comes back and TJ hits a big boot to the face. Hazard gets up and then TJ comes rushing at him. Hazard hits a diving clothesline. The two get up and hold their fists up, staring at each other.
The two tie up in the center of the ring and Hazard applies a wrist lock, chains it into a behind the back wrist lock and then into a head lock. TJ pushes Hazard off and into the ropes and hits a shoulder block but Hazard still on his feet. TJ bounces off of the ropes for momentum but gets caught with a dropkick from Hazard. Hazard goes down for the cover.
Kick out by TJ. TJ gets back to his feet and is met with right hand stikes to his face. He retaliates with some hard rights of his own. TJ gets the upper hand and backs Hazard into the corner. He begins to wail out over hand chops to the chest of Hazard. Hazard comes back with a knife edge chop of his own but before he can gain any momentum TJ hit him with a forearm strike.
He lifts Hazard up and places him onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs the turnbuckle and hoists Hazard up, hooking his head and drapes his arm around his neck and hits a Superplex off of the top rope. He floats over for a cover.
Hazard gets the shoulder up at two. TJ picks up Drake but he punches him in the gut. He bounces off of the ropes and hits TJ with a stiff kick to the chest, standing him upright and follows through with a vicious clothesline. He is quick to make cover.
TJ barely gets his shoulder up at the last possible second. Hazard goes into the corner and waits for TJ to get onto his feet. TJ slowly gets up to a vertical base and turns around to be met by a running Hazard. TJ ducks a running foot to the face and clotheslines Hazard in the back of the head, knocking him flat onto the canvas.
He grabs him by the trunks and lifts him up onto his feet and begins attacking Hazard’s lower back. He continues to strike the lower back until Hazard hit some rear elbow strikes. He breaks free of TJ’s grasp and kicks him in the stomach followed by a DDT.
Kick out by TJ. Tj stands up and shakes off the cob webs as Hazard starts to come at him with a full head of steam, TJ steps to the side and nails him with the kithcen sink, flipping Hazard up and over onto his back. His back hits the cold, unforgiving canvas with a sickening thud.
TJ grabs Hazard’s head and hoists him up. Hazard wiggles free and begins to unload several forearm shots to the face of TJ. He whips him into the rope and stops him in his tracks with a kick to the midsection. He hooks TJ’s arm and leg and hits a fisherman’s ddt, holding on for a pin.
RESULT: Drake Hazard def. TJ via pinfall
We cut back to the concession stand where Hostility stars Bubba Love and M4, members of Team Brokeback Mountain, have commandeered the concession stand. Both men are working as hard as they can to fulfill the refreshment requirements of the patrons at the sVo event when security comes walking up to them with the former refreshment engineer in tow. The security sidles up to the counter and stops both men.
Security Guard: “Excuse me gentlemen, but what do you think you’re doing?”
Bubba Love: “We’re serving refreshments at a more efficient rate than that slobber-jockey was.”
The crowd laughs and the security guards look around.
Security Guard: “Well, we need you to return to your seats and let this man get back to -his- job.”
Bubba and M4 shrug and climb over the counter and make their way back to their seats, still wearing the traditional garb of the Refreshment Engineer. The security guard clears his throat, and both men turn around slowly. They look at each other, nod and get into a stance that looks like they’re about to fight. The security guards prepare for a fight as well, then Bubba and M4 both just take the outfits off, tossing them on the ground, doing the Mexican Hat Dance on them, then run off to their seats, the crowd applauding as the security guards retrieve the apron and paper hat and return it to the refreshment engineer.
‘H’ is for Head Butt
Kelly Flawless: “Phil, this faggot promotion is fucking with me – I don’t like it.”
The Golden Boy head butted his locker room door down. Yeah, that’s right – he head butted that shit to the FLOOR.
He’s hard as fuck.
Kelly Flawless: “First they schedule me in a match with some hippy named The Stampede Kid without bothering to run any sort of background check on the guy. I mean, the motherfucker has legions of crazy, stalker-like supporters who lurk in the night, searching for his opponents in order to chop their balls off and give them fucking AIDS. You know, I used to think AIDS was fine and all – only jumping around through imported monkeys and black people; but now I’m fucking terrified.”
Kelly head butted his locker door down. Yeah, that’s right- he head butted that shit to the FLOOR.
He’s hard as fuck.
Kelly Flawless: “Then the fuckbags in management decide that it would be funny to re-schedule the match on the day of the fucking card, putting me up against some 6’8″, 127 pound fag that doesn’t know his earlobe from his dickhead. He was bouncing around the ring like a pogo sticking riding moron. I bet they thought that was reaaaaal clever. ‘Oh, let’s pull one over on old Kelly for shitting on us during that press conference, ho ho ho! *inaudible farting noise* /mimic’. I’m sick of this fucking place and their fucking elitist attitude. So what if I’m better than them and shit all over their fucking promotion during a press conference? It doesn’t mean they need to send their lackeys out, surgeon my nuts off, and give me fucking AIDS. Seriously, who does that?”
Flawless speedily undressed from his wrestling trunks – almost paranoid that he was bound to lose another set of valuable organs if he were to stay in the building too long.
Kelly Flawless: “Okay. Fuck this, let’s get out of here. We’re going back to the hotel; I’ve had enough of this fucking promotion for one night. We’ll call 411, order some shanezz (BTW, that’s how Kelly says Chinese, FTW……… LOLBRBG2GTTYL!!!!oneone3!!!2@!!one… Not funny? Fuck you.), kick back with a nice immigrant prostitute and get our drink on. Then, tomorrow, we’ll go look for that bitch that took my balls.”
Phil cocked his head, looking at the Golden Boy quizzically.
Phil Mickelson: “Uh, looking for your nuts is good and all, Kell – but don’t you think we should figure out a way to combat this, ya know, AIDS thing first?”
Kelly Flawless: “Fuck the AIDS. If the AIDS wants something it’ll come to me. It hasn’t said shit to me yet, so I’m not gonna bother with it. When it wants some, it’ll get some. Once a sore pops up somewhere I’ll go SPARTA on its ass. But, until then… my balls are priority number one. Besides, I’ve already got a plan in mind to fuck the AIDS’s shit up – you’ll see in due time, my friend.”
Phil shrugged in agreement – he wasn’t about to quarrel with Kelly over such a retarded issue.
Kelly Flawless: “Okay, we’ve got shinezz to eat and immigrant hookers to fondle – let’s bounce, dawg.”
Kelly and Phil head butted each other. Yeah, that’s right – they head butted each others’ shit to the FLOOR.
They’re hard as fuck.
/head butting scene.
Stampede Kid vs. Kelly Flawless
Aerosmith’s ‘Dream On’ catalyzed a chorus of jeers that resonated throughout the arena like a gunshot. The SVO faithful had rose to their feet in unison to express their amalgamated detest. It seemed as though it was something that broke the bounds of kayfabe; they had a genuine hatred for Kelly Flawless. And the only thing that superseded the intense reaction he received, and the profound dislike that the fans shared towards him, was the disturbing smirk he wore as he parted the entranceway curtain. The Blonde Bomber actually enjoyed their reaction. He’d been robbed of his testicles earlier in the week; he’d also been given AIDS – but the fans’ energy almost forced him to forget all that for a moment. He marched down the steel ramp, cackling to himself – feeding off their resentment. He had taken multiple shots at them, but he didn’t care; in his mind, he was second only to God. And even that line was a little blurred at some times.
He rolled under the bottom rope, his hair sparkling like the death of a thousand stars. His mouth was a like an out of control automatic weapon – unloading at anything that came near. He was in the ring for one sole purpose: to back up the rounds that his lips were firing.
He paced the squared circle; ready as always for combat.
Tonight he would fight; tomorrow he would find his testicles and then kill that skank ass whore bitch that took them from him. Oh – and then he would find a cure for his AIDS.
“You could never be my envy”
“You could never be my jealousy”
Guitar riffs and solos kick in
The lights in the arena flicker multiple times, and then slowly dim down. The Jumbo Tron goes completely black as a faint blue hue overtakes the arena. In bold red letters, the phrase “Joey Peyton” appears, centered, on the pre-existing black backdrop of the Jumbo Tron. A loud blast of pyro erupts and is instantly followed by the continuing of ‘Gimme A.D.’ by Parkway Drive. The crowd showers the arena with cheers. “Joey Peyton” morphs into “The First Star”, and as if on cue, Joey steps out from behind the entrance curtain and onto the entrance ramp wearing black tights with “Adonis Di” written down his right leg in red lettering. He stands, perfectly centered at the top of the entrance ramp, and stretches his arms outward in a crucifix pose with his fists clenched. After a few seconds, he begins walking down to the ring, in a complete serious mode he ignores any and every fan. When he reaches the ring, he rolls inside, and leaps to his feet. He stands in the middle of the ring, looking out to the crowd. As he raises his arms, bright white pyro erupts on the four corners of the ring, stopping the music, and returning the arena lights to their original hue and brightness.
Wait a second, Kelly thought. This guy wasn’t The Stampede Kid. This guy wasn’t the apple of the eye of the woman that ripped his balls out. This was fucking Joey Peyton. Kelly wasn’t scheduled to kick this guy’s ass. He’d lost his balls for nothing?
… Fuck it. Kelly kicked Joey Peyton in the head; right in the fucking eyeballs. The 6’8″ Peyton fell to the canvas like a sack of shit.
Kelly went for the cover.
Peyton flopped a shoulder loose. Kelly arrogantly scooped Peyton off the mat and delivered a few kick shots to the stomach; Joey managed to duck a few of the subsequent tosses toward his face, but one found its mark and rock the sVo superstar into the ropes.
Kelly started to go to work with knees and elbows as Peyton found himself tied up on the perimeter of the ring. The referee tried to come to his rescue; ordering The Golden Boy to cease the assault.
Kelly hissed at the referee. Literally. The official backed off for a moment as Kelly delivered a stiff shot to the forehead of his opponent.
The referee barked at him once more. This time Kelly headed the warning and backed up slowly, turning to the fans and shouting a relentless string of insults. They booed, he smiled, they screamed, he remembered he had AIDS and was without testicles. Faaack.
Peyton capitalized on Kelly’s carelessness, shooting forward and knocking Kelly to the mat with a clothesline to the back of the head. He jumped up quickly and began to scale the turnbuckles rapidly. He was into the air just as fast as he had ascended the ring corner.
His cross body attack landed squarely across Kelly’s chest as he was attempting to pick himself up off of the canvas. The fans cheered as Flawless hit the deck, the breath rushing from his lungs.
Peyton went for the pin.
Flawless had shot an arm up. Peyton pulled him off the canvas and pushed him across the ring towards the ropes. Kelly bounded back; Joey leaped, spread his legs and jumped over the oncoming Flawless as Kelly did his best not to catch his perfectly sculpted head on Peyton’s groin.
Flawless came back off the opposite ropes.
Fucking massive clothesline.
Peyton hit the deck.
He picked Joey up off the deck.
Joey swung for the fences with a very deliberate right hand.
The toss missed, however. And Kelly capitalized.
He spun him around quickly, and wrapped him in a cobra clutch.
The legsweep that followed drove Peyton’s entire body into the mat. Needless to say, he was out. Cover.
He’d kicked Joey Peyton’s ass. Now Flawless’s sights were set on hunting down his nuts and killing the world’s most dangerous game: the bitch.
RESULT: Kelly Flawless def. Joey Peyton via pinfall
Backstage at the Goodfella’s Casino we see “Hollywood” Howie Banks who is getting ready for tonight’s event. He has the picture that Mike Best had given him a few Showdown’s ago. It’s towards his left as he finishes lacing up his boots he grabs the picture and carries it with him as he exits his locker room towards the hallway.
He walks down the hallway past a table full of beverages, food and more. As he gets past that wooden table he takes notice of some Hostility wrestlers who are in the back watching the show for some reason. He notices Larry Lansdowne who is just hanging out around backstage.
As he walks past all three of them with the picture they begin to poke fun.
Larry Lansdowne: “Hey look who it is…”
Howie looks to Larry who follows up from there.
Larry Lansdowne: “Howie Banks, the man who left Hostility.”
Howie stops and looks to Larry Lansdowne who hit’s on home with the worst comment thus far.
Larry Lansdowne: “Who’s that, your dad?”
He is obviously talking about the picture of Mike Best who gave him it a few weeks ago.
Howie is stunned, unsure of what to say, as he says one thing and then walks off.
“Hollywood” Howie Banks: “Nope, it’s Hostility’s most wanted man, you know… Mike Best. As far as you go Larry… I’ll see you at Hostile Violence, punk!”
He winks at him and is about to walk off but instead takes the picture and smashes it over Larry Lansdowne’s head. He smirks and drops the picture as Larry Lansdowne takes it off his head and runs and spears Banks down.
They begin to brawl backstage as security has to break it up.
We are backstage where sVo interviewer Tamara Boyd is standing by in low cut skirt and a white shirt showing off her assets for the guys out there. Tamara smiles and brings the microphone to her sexy lips.
Tamara: Tonight on sVo Showdown, we will have a hardcore title match It will pit the champion, Howie Banks against my guest at this time, he is the #1 contender for Howie’s belt, he is the XTREME ICON Peter Gilmour.
Peter comes into the shot wearing a wifebeater and black jeans. Max Masterson is standing behind Peter holding a red kendo stick. Peter flashes a “X”symbol at the camera. He then looks over Tamara and has a devilish smile upon his face.
Tamara: Peter, tonight you face off with the Hardcore Champion, Howie Banks. Do you have any words for the champion?
Peter: Yeah I got some words for the champ. I want to wish you good luck tonight Howie. Tonight, will be a night to remember. It will be the night that Peter Gilmour makes history. Yes, tonight, I will become the first man to ever hold gold in every fed that he has been in. I will become the 4 time Hardcore Champ and Howie, I am going to beat you to within an inch of your pathetic life. You claim to be hardcore, but you’re nothing but a spineless coward. I am the definition of HARDCORE. You see these scars?
Peter holds up his arms which show the battle scars from his numerous barbed wire matches over the years which would make SABU cringe.
Peter: These are the scars of my battles in Japan and here in the states. You don’t even know anything about fighting in barbed wire death matches, exploding ring matches, hell you have never been in the HOUSE OF HELL which is my creation. You will never know what it is to be HARDCORE! Me and my friend Max here, we’ve been to hell and back in our career and we are both champions of Hardcore. So if you want to think you are hardcore, then show me tonight in that ring. Prove to me that you are the champion. But be warned Howie, I am not going to take it easy on you. You will be bloodied and broken and you will know why I am the Xtreme Icon. Howie, prepare for a WAR! Prepare for your execution! Prepare to be Taken to the the Xtreme and lose you hardcore title! Howie Banks, your time has ended. You will not survive this night and when all is said and done I will be the champion and then go on to Hostile Violence and show those pussies at Hostile why I am the future of the sVo and why my team will win the Survival Series Match. But that is for another time. Howie, I hope you’re ready. Because I sure as hell am ready to take that title from you cold, DEAD hands! See you soon Howie.
Peter flashes a sinister smile into the camera as Max rolls his eyes back into his head as he gives the cutthroat taunt as we send it back to ringside.
When World’s Collide
The scene cuts to the backstage area where we see Cody Williams and Sasha walking down a hallway. Cody is wearing a black and white fur coat and fading black tinted sunglasses. Sasha is wearing a body tight purple dress and chandelier earrings. Cody raises his right arm and unscrews the top of a Fiji Water bottle and takes a few sips, letting out a satisfying sound.
Cody Williams: You look great tonight baby.
Sasha: Oh stop it, you’re just saying that.
Cody Williams: I’m serious. You look absolutely stunning tonight. In fact, you look great every night! Seriously, what is a girl like you doing with a guy like me?
Sasha: I just want to look good for you Cody.
Cody Williams: And you get the attention of everyone else too. But they can all stop and stare but that’s all they can do because you’re mine! Say, when does yo..
Cody raises the bottle up to his lips for a few more sips when all of a sudden someone bumps into him and he spills water all over himself. He looks down at his chest and start to pant hysterically. He quickly looks up with a snarl on his face.
Cody Williams: YOU!
Sasha: Watch where you’re going next time!
Cody Williams: Yeah! What’s you’re problem?! Hollywood!
The camera pans out to reveal “Hollywood” Howie Banks. He has the sVo Hardcore championship around his waist. He brings his arms up and rotates his wrists before putting them at his sides. He chuckles while shaking his head and starts to walk away. Cody and Sasha follow him with their eyes, a disgusted look on both of their faces.
Cody Williams: Some things never change.
sVo HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Howie Banks (c) vs. Peter Gilmour
The lights go out in the arena and the beginning chords of Lamb of God’s WALK WITH ME IN HELL begin to play. The lights then turn red and Max Masterson begins to make his way out to the ramp. He is dressed in a red suit and holding a singapore cane. He looks over the crowd and begins to laugh. Soon after, Peter Gilmour comes out in a dark red cloak with no hood and the words “Xtreme” on the back. Peter meets Max and both of them throw up an “X” as fire emits in the same fashion behind them. The duo goes to the ring, ignoring the fans comments towards them. Max gets into the ring first and Peter follows behind him. Peter goes into the middle of the ring stretches out his arms and rolls his eyes in back of his head ala the Undertaker, as the lights come back on. Max takes off Peter’s cloak and Peter looks at the ramp intently, waiting on Banks to arrive.
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 more at the top
all invisible set, in little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
If I could call out a price, let’s say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold
I’m changin’ grillz everyday, like Jay change clothes
“Grillz” By Nelly hit’s the sound system system. Howie Banks comes out wearing his normal ring gear with a robe around him that’s a golden yellow colour. It also has white jewels on it. He makes his way down to the ring as the fans try to touch him but he walks a straight line, ignoring them all.
Before the match can even start, Banks stops at the ring apron and starts to taunt Gilmour. Gilmour stands there and motions for Banks to come into the ring, but Banks just continues to talk. After a few moments, Banks turns around and starts to walk away. Gilmour looks slightly confused, tilting his head sideways as Banks makes his way back towards the entrance. Gilmour steps over the ring ropes and makes his way after Banks, getting to him before he can make it to the entrance.
As Gilmour grabs Banks by the shoulder, Banks turns around and hits Gilmour in the face with his sVo Hardcore title. Gilmour falls backwards, allowing Banks to hit him again in the face. Banks stands up and races over to the ring, tossing the Hardcore title inside the ring itself as he hastily searches for something under the ring itself. He pulls out a bat and smiles, taking a few practice swings while slowly walking back to Gilmour.
Gilmour stands up to his feet and gets hit in the small of the back with the bat. Gilmour drops to his knees and arches his back in agony, allowing Banks to line up another swing to the upper back region. Gilmour falls to his face and kicks in the air a bit as the pain washes over him, allowing Banks to slam the end of the bat over and over again to Gilmour’s lower back.
Gilmour rolls out of the way, causing Banks to stumble slightly. Banks quickly turns around and strikes at Gilmour with a few swings, but Gilmour keeps rolling towards the ring, having the bat narrowly missing him. Gilmour stops at the ring and gets up quickly, narrowly missing the swing aimed at his head. Banks swears and chases after Gilmour, taking another swing at him. Gilmour is backed up against the ringpost and drops to his knees, allowing the bat to hit the post and shatter into a few pieces. Gilmour takes advantage of this and nails a lowblow, dropping Banks to his back in agony.
Gilmour looks at the bat and picks up the barrel end of it, holding it up to show the shattered end with its jagged points. He turns to look at Banks but he is not on the ground. Banks has scrambled into the ring and springs off of the ropes, going for a suicide dive as he jumps over the top rope. Gilmour catches Banks by the neck and nails a vicious chokeslam to the mat outside, but not without feeling pain. Gilmour staggers back a few steps, holding onto the small of his back. After a few moments to gather himself, Gilmour walks over to Banks and picks him up to his feet, tossing him into the ring.
Gilmour drops to his knees and searches under the ring for a weapon or two. As Gilmour searches, he tosses out a trashcan complete with lid and a stop sign. Gilmour tosses the trashcan and stop sign into the ring before climbing in, grabbing the trashcan and measuring up Banks for a vicious blow.
Banks gets up to his feet and staggers a bit, stumbling every few steps. Banks turns around and gets blasted over the head by the trashcan. Gilmour hits Banks over and over with the can before tossing it aside and making the pin attempt.
Kickout by Banks!
Gilmour stands up and starts to get into the refs face, but the ref does not change his call. Gilmour turns back to Banks and picks him up to his feet by the neck. Gilmour walks over to dented trashcan and motions for another chokeslam but Banks gets in a few good kicks to the gut before Gilmour can hit the move. Banks hits a vicious kick to the knee of Gilmour, causing him to drop to one knee. Gilmour still holds onto Banks by the neck, but Banks repeatedly kicks Gilmour over and over to the gut and to the face until the hold is released. Banks staggers back slightly, gasping for air and coughing. He runs towards the ropes and springs off, jumping into the air and hitting a drop kick to the face of Gilmour. Gilmour falls over like a house of bricks, lying in the middle of the ring while sucking wind.
Banks rolls out of the ring and pulls out another trashcan lid, holding it up for the crowds’ approval. Banks gets back into the ring and grabs the other lid, then demands that Gilmour get to his feet. Banks waits for a few moments before Gilmour complies and bashes him over the head with the trashcan lid. He then rotates hit after hit with each lid before ending it in a vicious clapping together of the lids over Gilmour’s head. Banks watches as Gilmour stumbles forward and hits face first to the mat before tossing aside the lids and making the pin attempt.
Shoulder up by Gilmour!
Banks cannot believe what happened, holding his head in his hands. He quickly scans the ring and spots the stop sign, making a move for it. Banks picks it up and turns around, right into the fist of Gilmour. Gilmour punches the sign so hard that it hits Banks in the head and knocks him onto his back. Gilmour motions for a powerbomb, picking Banks up to his feet. Gilmour struggles with the move for a moment, the pain in his back a bit too much to stand.
Gilmour finally strains enough to pick Banks up into the move slowly, adding to the dramatic effect. Gilmour takes a step back before violently whipping Banks down and hitting a vicious powerbomb onto the stop sign. Banks arches his back in agony and coughs as Gilmour calls for another powerbomb.
Gilmour picks Banks up and attempts another powerbomb, but as Banks comes up, he fights for his life with a fury of rights and lefts to Gilmour’s head. Banks grabs Gilmour’s head and hits a huge face buster onto the stop sign. Banks hits the mat hard himself, struggling to get over to Gilmour to make the pin. As Banks rolls Gilmour over and pins him, he hooks his foot to the bottom rope for leverage as the ref counts.
RESULT: Howie Banks def. Peter Gilmour via pinfall
sVo INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Jay Wildman vs. CJ Newfield vs. Cody Williams
I been taking all the silver
I been saving all the gold
I’m gonna stuff it down the throat
Of a week old corpse
Save that doggone soul
I been saving up my pain
I’m gonna give it back in spades
I been strangling the cries
From the murder of love
Save your soul tonight
Bodies by Danzig hits the sound system and boos begin to ring out around the arena for sVo’s Norwegian superstar Jay Wildman. Wildman raises his hands up into the air as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp and pyros shoot up alongside the entrance ramp. Wildman then begins to slowly walk down the entrance ramp before rolling into the ring. Wildman climbs up onto the second rope to signal to the fans again, before pyros once again shoot up around the ringside arena to announce Wildman’s entrance to the ring!
The lights cut out in the arena, prompting the fans in attendance respond with a chorus of screams. “Remedy” by Seether explodes from the PA system as the arena is illuminated with green and gold lights. Special gold spotlights highlight the entranceway as a figure makes its way out into the spotlight. Head down, the figure strikes a statue-esque pose, arms straight out from his sides in a cross figure, before lifting his chin to reveal himself as the “Underground Phenom” CJ Newfield.
Newfield slowly saunters his way towards the ring, peering around the arena, taking in the moment while his name is announced over the PA.
CJ slides into the ring and takes his place atop one of the ring posts, striking the same pose as he did to signal his arrival. Dismounting himself from the turnbuckle, CJ once again peers around the arena awaiting his opponent as the lights return to normal.
The sound of a THX Dolby Digital Surround Sound test fills the arena, synched to the slow dimming of the house lights. “Head Like A Hole (Clay Remix)” by Nine Inch Nails plays on the speakers. Gold lights and lasers wander throughout the arena as smoke and the flashing of a strobe light covers the entrance way.
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Out steps a long legged, vuluptuous, dark haired woman who stops at the top of the ramp. She looks at the crowd who is in awe of her beauty. She giggles then turns back and points to the entrance. Through the curtain comes “The Reflection of Perfection” Cody Williams. He moves to the right of the ramp and looks at the crowd before heading towards the left. He looks at his valet Sasha and moves close to her, embracing her and staring deep into her eyes. He kisses her on the lips and embraces her hand. The two make their way down to the ring, Cody taking his time with an overwhelming bit of confidence in his step. The two make their way onto the apron: Sasha slowly entering the ring, bending over and showing off her assets. Cody stares and makes motion of his heart beating fast. He slaps her on the ass and steps into the ring. He rushes to the nearest corner and raises his arms up and stares into the crowd. He jumps down and stands in front of Sasha who rubs his chiseled body while she takes off his fur coat and sunglasses.
Cody Williams motions for a microphone. Sasha retrieves one and hands it to Cody, she stands behind him rubbing his waist. Cody raises the microphone to his mouth and awaits the silence of the crowd. Several seconds later the noise continues and Cody becomes impatient and lashes out at them.
Cody Williams: Why don’t you stupid people shut the hell up? Show some respect for The Reflection of Perfection and shut your freakin’ trap!
The crowd drowns him with boos, making Cody raises his arms up as if he is begging them for more.
Cody Williams: Tonight.. You will see history in the making folks. Because as quickly as I came into the sVo, I will quickly become your #1 contendor for the International championship! The higher ups of sVo know what I bring into this organization, or organisation as they so aptly put it. They know that I am the future of this company and that I am the one to take this company straight to the top! Hahaha.
He begins to bask in his own glory as he soaks in the crowds reaction. He cracks his neck a few times and raises the microphone back up to his mouth.
Cody Williams: And you all know it because you paid to see it!… Even this piece of shit right here, sitting in the front row!
Cody rushes over to the ropes, leaning over and pointing to The British Bomber, sitting in the audience wearing a Hostility t-shirt. Cody stares at him and taunts him a little bit. He rushes over to the corner and perches himself on the middle turnbuckle, staring straight at him.
Cody Williams: With the war going on between sVo and Hostility, you took the liberty to come into OUR territory and watch OUR show. It serves you better because you had to cancel your show knowing damn well you couldn’t compete with US! The Hostility guys didn’t come here to watch the competition. No! They came to watch REAL professional wrestling and see how it is SUPPOSED to be done. Like this guy for instance. The British Bomber. He couldn’t sell out a crowd if his life depended on it!!! Other wise he’d be at his own show, wrestling a five minute match that no one could care less about! You want to come into our domain? Our territory? Why don’t you bring your British ass to the ring and let’s see who the better company is? Come on! I dare you to.
Bomber turns to Kathryn and whispers something in her ear and gets to his feet, he climbs over the barriers and climbs into the ring, asking for a microphone. He stands face to face with Cody.
Bomber: Ok dude….. Were you looking at my sister and thinking bad thoughts? You know, like getting nasty with her in the bedroom?
Bomber takes a pause to allow Cody to speak.
Cody Williams: No…. I…
Bomber: Well, why not? Are you gay?
The Hostility guys start laughing.
Cody Williams: No, it’s just that i’d rather much look at something worth looking at, not some cheap knock-off slut who couldn’t make two dollars standing the corner here in Las Vegas!!!
Bomber: Well, what are you? I mean, you got this hot piece of ass right in front of you and your not getting any ideas? What the hell is up with that?
Cody stares at Bomber, almost ready to smack him in the mouth, until Bomber takes a step back.
Bomber: Go easy there man, let me just get my sister up here, Kathryn come join us.
Kathryn looks to the rest of the HWF guys for approval, before she even gets out of her seat, she pulls the hair band out of her and let’s it fall over her shoulder’s. She ruffles it a moment, an attempt to look somewhat reasonable in front of the capacity crowd. Vincent Valentino sweeps her up in his arms and gently places her over the barrier as she goes to make her way up the ring steps.
Bomber: Come on, lets hear it for Hostility’s very own Kathryn Velmont-Thomas.
The crowd boos.
She cocks her brow with a smirk, as Bomber holds the ropes down for her. A stage hand passes her the mic.
KVT: Oh don’t act like you don’t want me.
Bomber nods his head, the crowd still booing.
Cody Williams: Trust me. It’s not acting!!!
Bomber: Oh come on.
Bomber points to people in the crowd.
Bomber: I know you want a piece of her, you do too, and hell, even you do, no you fat ass, the hot chick behind you.
Kathryn smiles in the woman’s direction and blows her a kiss.
KVT: Hell, even I WOULD hit that up.
Bomber points to the woman.
Bomber: Honey after the show come see us. And back on track, Kathryn, I don’t think Cody here think’s your hot, hell I don’t even think the public here appreciate that you’re the hottest woman Hostility and the sVo have to offer, so why don’t you prove it to them?
Kathryn smiles innocently. She hands the mic to Bomber to hold for a moment as she prepares herself. Slowly and seductively, she pulls the zipper down on her tracksuit jacket to reveal a fitted boned black corset. She receives a mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd but wolf whistles and cheers from the Hostility guys in the front row.
Bomber: Now seriously, you can NOT tell me you would not tap that!
Kathryn smiles, now undoing the tie on the front of the loose fitting playboy sweatpants, the material slides down her slender legs to reveal a pair of gold hot pants, reminiscent of the infamous Kylie Minogue video. She takes the mic back from Bomber.
KVT: Is that better?
Bomber starts running around in circles and pretends to faint.
KVT: Oh please!
Kathryn expresses her faux modesty. Bomber also gets back to his feet.
Bomber: But in all seriousness now…. Me and Kathryn may not like each other, hell half the Hostility guys may not like me, but we all have one common goal, to raise some hell, and to beat the hell out of some of the ‘superstars’, and I use the word loosely, that this place has to offer.
KVT: Steven I hate when you make me say serious things, so I’m only going to say this once…
Kathryn turns and super kicks Cody. Cody Williams topples to the ground and holds his jaw as his eyes widen, staring back up at KVT and British Bomber. He jumps right back onto his feet and rushes towards the two, who drop to the canvas and roll out of the ring. Sasha tries to hold back Cody who is too strong for her as he breaks free. He hops off of the apron as KVT and Bomber hop the guardrail and high tail it. sVo security rush Williams and try their best to restrain him. He breaks free and is immediately tackled and held down on the ground.
Cody Williams: COME ONTO MY TERRITORY?!?! HELL NO! I’LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF BOTH OF THEM!!!
Security: Stop resisting, calm down!
Cody Williams: Calm down? CALM DOWN?! You try calming down when people come onto your turf and some BITCH decides to kick you in the face! And let’s see if you’ll calm down! This is BULLSHIT!
Cody breaks free from the grasp of the security guards and clutches his jaw. He shakes his head in disbelief as the expression on his face still shows signs of being pissed off. He rolls back into the ring and looks over the ropes. He continues to hold his jaw, while Sasha massages his shoulders, consoling him.
The bell sounds.
All three men stand in their own corner as the match is ready to start. They come walking to the center of the ring as Cody Williams and C.J. Newfield double team on Jay Wildman. They throw right hands and back chops to his body as well as mid section kicks to his gut. They then grab his hand and whip him to the corner.
C.J. Newfield grabs the hand of Cody Williams and whips him into the corner but Williams reverses it and sends Newfield into the corner. He clotheslines Jay Wildman and then comes out from the corner out of nowhere and clotheslines Cody Williams down. He looks back to Jay Wildman and then he quickly gets on top of him and goes for a pin attempt.
Jay Wildman breaks it up as he jumps down across the back of C.J. Newfield with an elbow. Cody Williams starts to roll out of the way now as Jay Wildman flips over the body of C.J. Newfield and he goes for a pin cover on him now. Cody Williams got up and ran to the ropes as he drop kicks the head of Jay Wildman as it breaks up the count before it even began.
Cody Williams picks up Jay Wildman and boots him to the mid section. He then drops him down on his head with a ddt. Williams now picks him up and whips him into the corner. He then whips C.J. Newfield in the corner as his body hit’s him in the mid section area. Cody now makes his way over and tosses C.J. Newfield down with a body slam. He now grabs the head of Jay Wildman and tosses him over the top ropes and to the outside floor.
C.J. Newfield is moving around in the ring now as he stands in the corner. Cody Williams runs at him but is booted in the face. C.J. now comes running out and grabs the body of Cody Williams as he takes him down with a double leg tackle. After that he takes notice of Jay Wildman on the ring apron as he runs and hit’s him off of it.
Cody Williams now takes notice of what just went on as he grabs C.J. Newfield from behind and rolls him up in a school boy pin.
RESULT: Cody Williams def. C.J Newfield & Jay Wildman via pinfall
Alex Ross vs. Night
The bell rings and immediately Night steps forward, circling the outer perimeter of the ring in a defensive stance. Ross, the new International Champion looks at the masked man with a confident smirk and ‘puts up his dukes’ mockingly.
Both men move forward and lock up in the middle of the ring. The slightly taller Ross locks Night in a standing headlock. Night wrenches around, trying to break free, but is stunned as Ross opens up with a few solid shots to his head. Alex wrenches on more pressure to the head and neck of Night and the masked man pushes the champ towards the ropes, bouncing them both back off them and launching Ross across the ring. Night drops to the mat as Ross leaps over him, as Ross returns the masked man leaps and attempts a hurricanrana – only to be caught and laid out with a huge sit-out powerbomb, courtesy of Ross, who immediately rolls out of the ring, grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring. Alex then lifts the ring apron and pulls out a table, setting it up at ringside – the crowd buzzing as weapons are introduced into the match.
Ross slides back into the ring as Night regains his footing. He grabs the chair and swings it at Night, connecting with his forehead. The masked man is dazed and stumbles, dropping to the mat but immediately springing back to a knee. Ross uses the opportunity to bounce off the ropes and charge at Night, thrusting the chair into his masked face and driving it home with his foot. Night’s head snaps back and he hits the mat hard. Ross smirks as he covers.
Night kicks out at two! Alex Ross wastes no time and immediately pulls him back to his feet – only to drop him straight back down with a crushing spinebuster on the chair. Night writhes in pain in the ring as Ross again rolls out and lifts the apron, this time retrieving a 10-foot ladder. In the ring, Night begins to use the ropes to pull himself to his feet, favoring his back as he does – meanwhile, Alex Ross drags the ladder towards the table and begins to set it up. The ladder seems to give him some trouble though, which leaves Night enough time to regain his senses a bit. Spotting Ross standing on the far side of an upright ladder Night pulls back on the top rope and launches at the ladder with a slingshot missile dropkick, sending the ladder into the unexpecting face of Alex Ross… and sending Night crashing through the table! The crowd erupt as both men lie motionless on the arena floor. There is a moment of shocked silence as the referee looks on bewildered. Thinking of nothing else he can do, he starts a 10 count.
Slowly Alex Ross begins to stir as he rolls from side to side.
Reaching a hand out, Night grabs hold of the ring apron and starts to pull himself to his feet.
Alex Ross reaches out and starts to use the guard rail to prop himself up.
Night plants his feet on the ground and stands upright.
Followed quickly by Alex Ross. Relief fills the arena as the count stops and the match will continue. Night and Ross stare at each other, each breathing heavily and nursing their wounds. Ross charges at Night, who rolls back into the ring. Alex rolls straight after him, but is met with a face full of metal as Night throws the chair across the ring. The masked man proceeds to set up the chair next to the International Champion, positioning Ross between the chair and turnbuckle. Taking a run up, Night leaps off the chair, lands on the top turnbuckle and nails Ross with a double-jump moonsault! Nights legs crash into the chair and he seems in pain, but hooks a leg for the pin!
And Alex Ross kicks out at two! Night rolls away from the downed Ross and clutches at his leg. Slowly he regains his footing and starts to pull Ross to his feet, only to be met by a series of body punches from the Nevada brawler. The masked man backs up and slumps back, leaning on the ropes. Alex regains his footing as Night charges at him… only to be caught by Ross and hung over the top rope with a hot shot! Night recoils grabbing at his throat as Ross rolls out of the ring, Night coming to rest on the middle rope. Ross again goes under the ring, this time pulling out… a pool cue! What a pool cue is doing under the ring is anyone’s guess – but after all, this is Vegas! Ross wastes no time in bringing the thin end of the cue into the head of Night. Night slumps further onto the rope and Ross throttles him two more times – the white star over Night’s right eye starting to seep a crimson red. Ross smirks at this and unmercifully throttles the masked man one last time, who proceeds to fall flat onto his back in the ring.
Pool cue still in hand, Ross re-enters the ring and mounts Night, bringing the cue across the masked man’s throat. Both of Night’s shoulders are on the mat, the referee counts the pin!
Somehow Night manages to get a shoulder up. Ross keeps on the pressure and again the referee counts the pin…
Again Night peels a shoulder off the mat. Ross swears in frustration and stands, again caning the masked face of his opponent with the pool cue. Night clutches his head in pain as Alex looks around, a malicious look in his eye. Seeming to get an idea, he smiles to himself and rolls out of the ring. Once more he reaches under the ring – this time pulling out another table. He takes his time setting it up at ringside, the crowd buzz anxiously as Night still lies motionless in the ring – the once white star over his right eye now completely red. The International Champion then grabs hold of the ladder which Night earlier dropkicked into his face, folds it and slides it into the ring. He rolls in after it and proceeds to set up the ladder facing the table outside the ring.
Grabbing Night by the mask, Ross roughly pulls him to his feet and peppers him with head punches. He slumps Night against the side of the ladder on the inside of the ring and climbs up the outside. Once he is on top he grabs hold of Night’s hair and starts to pull him upwards – the masked man meekly climbing. Both men now on the top, Alex Ross locks Night into a front facelock and attempts a superplex that would launch Night into the chair. He is shocked as Night blocks, grabbing onto the ladder with his legs and hanging on for dear life. The two exchange rough punches on top of the ladder, Night blocking and managing to get the upper hand.
Seeming the defy gravity, he vaults over the ladder, wrapping his legs around Ross’ neck and swinging around and sending him crashing through the table with a HUGE hurricanrana! The crowd go nuts at this as Night lands roughly on the apron – only just managing to stay on the apron by desperately grabbing the top rope. He surveys the wreckage of Alex Ross and shattered table… only to add himself to the mess with a springboard moonsault off the bottom rope!
Out of the debris, Night slowly manages to crawl and claw his way to his feet before pulling Ross to his feet, the International Champion somehow managing to draw the strength to kick the masked man down low. Night sprawls back, clutching at his groin. Ross charges at him, but Night desperately ducks out to the side and sends Ross face first into the ring steps with a drop-toe-hold busting him wide open. With a great deal of effort, Night crawls into the ring where he lays exhausted on the mat as Ross rolls around bloodied and recovering outside the ring.
In the ring, Night sets up the chair once more, and uses it to uneasily regain his footing as Ross rolls back into the ring. Ross, also unsteady on his feet makes his way slowly towards Night. He throws a punch at the masked man, but it is blocked and Night pulls Ross into a standing fireman’s carry.
He maneuvers around and charges at the chair, driving Ross head first through the chair with the running fireman’s carry brainbuster he calls ‘The Dreaming’ – the chair smashing on impact. With a great deal of effort he drapes an arm over Ross and the referee counts the pin!
RESULT: Night def. Alex Ross via pinfall
TOO LATE TO APOLOGISE
Returning from a commercial break the commentators recap something that happened during the commercial break unfortunately there is no audio due to it happening during a commercial break. During a break in the action JD James makes way down the entrance ramp unceremoniously carrying a bouquet of roses with him. He can be seen visibly shaking his head with a sad look in his eyes. The older man makes his way around the outside of the ring when he stops at the front row right in front of a casually dressed Kathryn Velmont-Thomas. The older man falls to his knees offering the flowers to KVT. Apparently he’s trying to apologize for what happened at the last South of Heaven.
As KVT keeps refusing the flowers Vincent Valentino has seen enough. Out of nowhere JD’s head is met with a boot, the fans begin to scream. As James staggers back Valentino steps over the security barricade and begins feeding a series of rights to the dazed JD James. JD manages to kick the younger man away, as he rises to his feet to try and mount an offense to no avail. Valentino pushes him face first into the metal ring post. With a sickening thud JD falls backwards with a huge gash in his forehead and blood trickling down his face. Never one to back down JD advances on Valentino who once again pushes James into the ring post. An enraged Valentino sweeps James up onto his shoulder and slams him into the post again. Valentino drops JD to the ground as security and EMT’s make their way down; the crowd erupts as Johnny All-Star who was supposed to have the night off pushes his way through security. He grabs Valentino by the shoulder as he is about to step back over the security barricade.
The two men trade blows back and forth before security separates them. All-Star and Valentino are seen screaming at each other as the feed ends.
El Gimicko vs. Mike Best
“Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue” by Toby Keith hits the sound system and “The American Eagle” El Gimicko and his manager, El Traductor, make their way to the ring with large US flags, waving them in the air proudly. When they get into the ring, El Gimicko puts his flag on the turnbuckle and gives it a big salute. Meanwhile, in the center of the ring, El Traductor attempts to get a “U.S.A.” chant going, which surprisingly works.
The lights dim slowly in the arena as the Tron flares to life, an image of two dice roling towards the front of the screen. They come rolling to a stop on snake eyes, before the dots fade into the word “Mike” on one die and “Best” on the other. The dice explode into a highlight video as “Stronger” by Kanye West blares over the speakers, the bass shaking the arena Gold pyro explodes in the entranceway and the fans begin to boo and jeer, screaming insults as the confident face of ‘The Mike Effect’ Michael Best appears from behind the curtain. He raises two fingers to his lips, blowing a kiss out into the crowd as they hurl obscenities back in his direction. Mike stops for a moment on the stage, slapping his chest twice and pointing out at the crowd, raising his eyebrows and throwing out a wink. He makes his way down the ramp, rolling gingerly into the ring and stretching out as he awaits the start of the match.
The referee calls for the bell to ring and Mike Best and El Gimicko circle each other in the ring. Surprisingly considering his size, El Gimicko stares straight at the sVo Champion before challenging him to a test of strength! Mike Best looks around at the crowd for a few seconds before accepting El Gimicko’s challenge! El Gimicko and Mike Best lock up for the test of strength, which the sVo Champion immediately wins! Best pulls El Gimicko down to the mat and holds him down by the wrists as El Gimicko screams and kicks!
El Gimicko finally gets back to his feet but is met with a right hand from Best that knocks him back into the corner of the ring. Best begins to stomp away on El Gimicko, but El Gimicko finally manages to dodge out of the way of Best! El Gimicko grabs Best in a waist lock and tries to take him down to the mat with a German suplex, but El Gimicko isn’t able to lift Best up off of the floor! Best smiles before turning around and nailing El Gimicko with a big right hand that knocks him down to the mat!
The fans cheer as El Gimicko quickly rises back up to his feet, only for Best to catch him with another right hand. However this time El Gimicko seems to absorb the blow before marching around the ring shaking. A confused looking Best nails El Gimicko with another punch, but it seems as if El Gimicko is hulking up! The fans cheer as El Gimicko absorbs another punch from Best before turning and pointing at the sVo World Champion! Best looks shocked for a few seconds before leaping forward and aiming another right hand at El Gimicko, however unlike Hulk Hogan this punch knocks El Gimicko down like a ton of bricks! The fans boo as Best puts the boots to El Gimicko on the mat!
Best walks around the ring showing off his trademark grin before turning back around to El Gimicko who is just beginning to get up to his feet. Best runs at El Gimicko who looks for another powerful move, however once again El Gimicko is unable to lift Best and the sVo World Champion takes him to the mat with a DDT before going for the cover.
No! El Gimicko gets a shoulder up off of the mat to avoid the three count! The fans cheer the kickout from El Gimicko, but Best looks in an unforgiving move as he pulls his opponent up to his feet and shoots him hard into the ropes! El Gimicko bounces back and Best takes him down with a gorilla press slam! The fans boo Best, who taunts them whilst El Gimicko slowly rises to his feet behind the back of the Champion. Best spins around, only to come face to face with El Gimicko who rakes Best’s eyes before bouncing off of the ropes and then nailing a cross body splash on Best! El Gimicko seems to have abandoned using his power moves and he takes down Best with a high flying move!
The fans cheer as El Gimicko quickly makes his way to the corner of the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. El Gimicko reaches the top rope as Best reaches his feet, and World Champions opponent leaps from the top with perfect timing and takes down Best with a hurricanrana from the top rope! The World Champion might actually be in trouble of losing this match as El Gimicko rises up to his feet and taunts to the crowd! El Gimicko stands in waiting as the groggy Mike Best begins to stir. El Gimicko then swoops in to pull Best off of the mat and to a standing position, before pulling him into the air with a gorilla press slam! The fans in the arena cheer with El Gimicko actually managing to pull Best off of the ground in the gorilla press, but El Gimicko seems to be struggling as he holds the sVo Champion over his head!
Suddenly El Gimicko drops Best, who falls down on the body of the fans favourite! With Best laying over the body of El Gimicko, the referee drops down to count the pin!
The power move has back fired for the little man and Mike Best picks up the win over El Gimicko, much to the disappointment of the crowd!
RESULT: Mike Best def. El Gimicko via pinfall
I been taking all the silver
I been saving all the gold
I’m gonna stuff it down the throat
Of a week old corpse
Save that doggone soul
I been saving up my pain
I’m gonna give it back in spades
I been strangling the cries
From the murder of love
Save your soul tonight
Bodies by Danzig hits the sound system and boos begin to ring out around the arena for sVo’s Norwegian superstar Jay Wildman. However, instead of Wildman walking through the curtains, the Svo-tron flares on and the face of Wildman gazes out over the crowd. He laughs and motions for the music to stop.
Wildman: You know, I have been pretty quiet recently. I let these people walk all over me; I let Ross interfere in this match without lifting so much as a finger. I let Peyton attack me and suffer no consequences. Those are all part of the game when you are a threatening presence in this business. People want to take me out; I can admire and respect that. However, there is one thing that I CAN’T stand…
The camera pulls out a bit, showing Wildman standing in front of Best’s door. He looks over at the nameplate with a little bit of disgust before looking back at the camera.
Wildman: I can’t stand it when the man who is supposed to be representing our company whines and cries about losing a match. A man so cowardly that he can’t face the long line of people that hate his guts and instead hide behind skirts and call out for their mama when things get tough.
Wildman walks over to the door with a smile.
Wildman: Don’t worry, he isn’t here and I am not going to get in trouble for breaking and entering. However, I have a proposition for you Best, one that I am sure you will want to accept to get me out of your hair. You put that title up for grabs in a match against yours truly… and I won’t have to destroy your property in the process.
Wildman holds up a bat and takes a step back, swinging it in the air a few times.
Wildman: So the choice is yours, you can accept or you can watch your precious items die at my hands!
Wildman walks off screen, allowing the camera to focus in on the nameplate itself.
Wildman stands in the parking lot, standing next to Best’s car. He walks around it slowly like a predator, nodding his head slightly with approval.
Wildman: Well, looks like someone has some expensive tastes! You know, I have driven some of these cars before, they are sort of gutless and have no power, but they are safe to drive… That sounds awfully familiar.
He stops at the passenger side and looks behind him for a moment, flips the bat a few times and takes a mighty swing at the glass, shattering it cleanly. Wildman laughs and looks at the camera.
Wildman: Where are you, boy?! You have a chance to stop the damage!
Wildman swings the bat at the windshield, causing spider web like cracks to appear on the passenger side. He then takes a step back and swings as hard as he can, knocking the side mirror off of the car and watches it sail about twenty feet with a chuckle.
Wildman: Man, who knew that this would be so much fun?! Come on out, Best’s! Let’s see what you are made of! No, wait, I already know what you are made of!
Wildman reels back and slams the bat over and over on the hood of the car, denting it severely. He takes another stop back and whips his hair back out of his eyes, looks at the headlights and smiles.
Wildman: I guess that title means more to you than a nice ride like this, which is too bad.
Wildman blasts the headlights with the bat and then hits the grill a few times for good measure. Wildman flips the bat a few more times and nods at the camera.
Wildman: All right, I guess I am going to have to try and beat the answer out of you. I am coming for you, Best! You better find some skirts to hide behind!
LAS VEGAS CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT FINAL MATCH
The Storyteller vs. Brock Alyas
The sound is cut… the lights are slowly dimmed to complete darkness and the pyrotechnics are in perfect correlation with the PA as it’s punished with the baseline of “Would” by Alice in Chains. Brock keeps the fans waiting and only shows his face when the powerful voice of Layne Staley begins his chorus….
INTO THE FLOOD AGAIN
SAME OLD TRIP IT WAS BACK THEN
SO I MADE A BIG MISTAKE
SO TRY AND SEE IT ONCEE MY WAYYY
The fans give a significant reaction after the Juggernaut, Brock Alyas makes his way to the ring. Alyas looks past the fans with a grim smirk on his face, his eyes on the prize in the center of the arena, within the ring. The monster of a man steps through the second and third rope and leans on a corner turnbuckle in anticipation of the warfare to begin…
Cue “Push It (JB’s Death Trance Mix)” by Static X as the crowd begins to boo loudly. Two orderlies emerge from the back, each of them pulling one side of a gurney. As the gurney makes it way out from the back, the orderlies raise it so that The Storyteller comes into full view. He’s strapped down to the gurney by leather straps, and is also bound with a mask on his face and a straightjacket. As he’s wheeled to the ring, he fights to escape as the people boo.
Reaching the ringside area, the orderlies stop the gurney and undo the straps, then grab The Storyteller by each arm and forcefully lead him into the ring. The fans continue their assault, the orderlies try to quiet them, but it only fuels their fire. The orderlies try to calm The Storyteller before undoing the jacket, pulling out their electric “shock sticks” to taunt him. With The Storyteller subdued, they release him, then quickly leave the ring to let him fight.
The bell sounds.
Brock Alyas and The Storyteller are two men who have made it into the final match for the sVo Las Vegas Championship. The real question is, which one of these two men will be the winner and be crowned the first champion of that division? Both men have been on a role lately and look to give the fans an amazing match that will hopefully go down in history as being just that.
This match is ready to begin as both contestants are standing on each side of the ring and stare down at one another. They come closer towards each other when they tie up. The Storyteller pushes Brock Alyas back up and into a corner. He has his arms up towards his chin area as the referee asks for The Storyteller to break it up and back off out from the corner. He does just that as he steps away from his opponent Brock Alyas.
Brock comes walking out from the corner and grabs the head of his opponent The Storyteller. He continues to hold the head of him even tighter as he is pushed into the ropes. He comes back and is back elbowed to the face. The Storyteller quickly gets down across his body and hooks his leg for the pin attempt early on this match up.
Only a small two count can be contested as Brock Alyas gets his shoulder up before a three count at all.
The Storyteller wastes no time in going back to the attack as he kicks the back side of Brock and then wraps his arms around his neck and chin area. He begins to squeeze as he has him in a chin lock submission manoeuvre. The Storyteller is taken down though from it as Brock Alyas stands up and then quickly goes down as The Storyteller’s chin hit’s the head of Brock. Alyas now hooks his leg for a cover.
He also only gets a two count though as The Storyteller got his shoulder up before the three count this time.
Brock Alyas begins to get up to his feet as he picks up his opponent The Storyteller and whips him to the corner. He follows him in looking for a clothesline but is big booted to the face. Brock takes a few steps back now as The Storyteller comes running out at him. As he does that, Brock Alyas quickly gets concentrated as he wraps his two arms around the head of The Storyteller and then tosses him up and over and down across the ring with a T-Bone Suplex.
Brock Alyas crawls over to his opponent and hooks his leg for the pin.
The Storyteller kicks out!
As The Storyteller grabs onto the ropes and begins to pull himself back up, we see Brock Alyas come from behind him and lock his arms around his waist as he pulls him up and over for a German Suplex this time. Brock holds onto him though and stands back up as he executes another one. He isn’t done just yet though as he does it again, bringing The Storyteller up and down for a third German Suplex.
Brock Alyas let’s go and now hooks The Storyteller’s leg for a cover.
The Storyteller puts his foot on the rope as the referee warns Brock Alyas that he had to stop the count because of it.
Brock Alyas now picks up The Storyteller and whips him to the ropes. As The Storyteller comes back he is booted to the mid section. Brock now wraps his arms around his head and neck area again as he goes for another T-Bone Suplex. This time though, The Storyteller takes his hands and shrugs the arms of Brock Alyas off of him.
The Storyteller is to much for him though as he puts his hands around the throat area of Brock Alyas. The referee begins to make a count as The Storyteller has him in a choke hold position. Every time the referee gets to a count of five though, The Storyteller breaks the hold and pushes his opponent Brock Alyas to the ropes.
That is until he finally comes back after doing it for about three times as he then lifts him up, turns around and goes to drop him down with a two handed choke slam! It looks like Storyteller is on course to win the Las Vegas Championship and the invitational tournament, but as he suddenly his ‘managers’ Johnny and Petey grab the belt and roll into the ring! They both smash Storyteller over the head which sends him down to the mat! Brock Alyas looks shocked like he doesn’t know what to do before jumping down and making the cover on Storyteller! 1…
We have our first ever Las Vegas Champion, and its Brock Alyas that picks up the win! Brock Alyas celebrates with his belt as Storyteller begins to get to his feet looking upset at the loss. Storyteller then turns to a mad man as he attacks Brock Alyas from behind and begins to beat him down! The fans boo the vicious assult from the Storyteller Michael Morgan before Johnny and Petey take him down with a two shock sticks!
RESULT: Brock Alyas def. The Storyteller via pinfall
GO TO SLEEP
“Calm down, Michael!”
A steel chair flies across the room, aimed at Johnny and Petey, who duck just in time. The chair hits the wall with a loud metallic clang, then harmlessly hits the ground. With their electric “shock sticks” in hand, the two orderlies have managed to corner The Storyteller, who is still enraged after the events that transpired during the Las Vegas Title match, ready to retaliate…
“It’s not what you think!”
“Just listen to us, _please_.”
“Listen? Listen? You two have made your intentions _crystal_ clear. You made it seem as if you were on _my_ side, but now I see that you’re nothing more than selfish, greedy pricks. You two have unleashed a _monster_ now, and if you think an electric shock will stop me, you’re wrong.”
The Storyteller takes a step towards the two men, who step back but threaten to shock the beast, and he feigns lunging to intimidate them. Johnny and Petey look at each other, frantic and at a loss for what to do, then decide to try and reason with him. They retract their shock sticks a little, allowing them to rest at their sides, though they’re still poised to attack at any time.
“You don’t want to do anything foolish, Michael. You know what the consequences are.”
“You’re a convicted criminal. Don’t go down this path.”
“Consequences? You want to talk _consequences_? You act as if I’m oblivious to what you two are doing. You act as if I don’t _know_ that you bring me here without the knowledge of anyone who could possibly fire you. In addition, I get _zero_ payment for this… you try and hide it away.
So here’s the deal, gentlemen. You _will_ explain what the collective train of thought was when you knocked me out with the Las Vegas Title. You _will_ explain why you found it necessary for Brock Alyas to become the champion. And you _will_ get the hell out of my way and let me vent.
There are two choices here — do what I ask, or face _my_ consequences. You know what I can do.”
The psychopathic animal begins to growl with each breath, his face red with anger as he stares with evil intent at his two caretakers. The two men approach one another, speaking quietly and out of The Storyteller’s range. After a few moments, clearly not wanting to further anger and upset The Storyteller, they take a long breath, both of them trying to get the other to speak.
“You said it yourself, Michael. Nobody knows of what we do. They think we have you in some kind of special treatment that requires off-site visits. If they saw what really went on, we’d get fired. So, given the chance that you might win the Las Vegas Title, we couldn’t let it happen.”
“We’re looking out for ourselves, Michael.”
“What the hell is new? You two greedy bastards don’t give a damn about me. I’m some kind of rat that’s subjected to scientific tests… only I don’t get rewarded, just forced into more tests. Well, this rat is about to escape. I’m done with this bulls[BLEEP]. Find another test subject.”
Just then, Johnny pounces on The Storyteller, driving the shock end of the shock stick into his midsection and jolting him with a shock. Whereas most men would be stunned or even knocked out from the electricity, The Storyteller angrily tosses Johnny aside. As his friend hits his head against the wall, Petey attacks The Storyteller from behind, shocking him with a little effect.
“It’s time to go to sleep, Michael.”
Though stunned, The Storyteller manages to grab the shock stick and bludgeon Petey with it, then shifts the battered orderly and grabs him by the throat. With a primal growl, The Storyteller — or moreso Michael Morgan — throws Petey across the room as well, and he lands on top of Johnny. Smirking at the carnage caused, The Storyteller sees an open door, and decides to wreak havoc.
The sVo Tron flares to life as Johnny All-Star appears on the screen at an undisclosed location. All-Star has a solemn look on his face as he shakes his head.
JAS – Tonight was supposed to be the premier of my monthly segment “Under The Spotlight With Johnny All-Star”. But due to certain circumstances that will not be happening tonight. And I think we know what circumstances I’m talking about; the attack on my manager by one Vincent Valentino.
All-Star shakes his head and looks directly into the camera.
JAS – Vincent Valentino, I don’t know what you think you’re doing attacking a legend of this business but you made a mistake, and I will be seeing you at Hostile Violence. At Hostile Violence we’ll see what happens when you face me, a man your own age. I’m a goddamn All-Star Valentino and you’re going to find that out next week when I make you pay for what you did here tonight.
All-Star lowers his head before looking back to the camera.
JAS – And that’s an All-Star promise.
“I don’t have time for this crap, gentlemen.”
Jimmy Moretti stands amongst the carnage left behind by The Storyteller, down the private hall reserved just for the psychopathic beast. Johnny and Petey are currently seated on dented steel chairs, all four objects victims of The Storyteller’s wrath. The two orderlies are definitely in a state of hurt, with icepacks on their heads, and a few bruises just beginning to turn purple.
“I don’t know what the hell you two did to him, but I can’t afford to have a mental patient in _my_ casino running rampant. I’ve got a pay per view event to schedule, paychecks to sign, and business deals to close. So I’m going to tell you just _once_. Find him. _Now_. That’s an order.”
“With all due respect, Mister Moretti, it’s not that easy.”
“Oh really now? It’s not easy to find a gigantic man, dressed in hospital scrubs, looking to do some kind of violent carnage on _my_ show? I’ll give you a head start. Why don’t you check the locker rooms, janitor closets, and any other room that might provider a hiding place for him?”
Moretti reaches up with his hand, then smacks Johnny and Petey upside their heads with the back of his hand. Though they look as if they’re ready to retaliate on the part-owner of sVo, they remained restrained, not wanting to ruin their weekly payday. Petey is the first to his feet, a smile on his face, looking as if he’s not injured whatsoever and ready for a full investigation.
“Sit down, Petey.”
“You heard me. Sit down. We’re not doing a damn thing.”
The response from Johnny elicits a look of surprise from Moretti, who has darkened a few shades of red. He walks over to Johnny, grabs him by the back of the shirt, and pulls him to his feet, staring him right in the eyes. Petey stands up and tries to come to the aid of his friend, but immediately sits back down after getting a look of anger from Moretti, who begins to yell loudly.
“Look, I took a chance when I signed your client to an sVo contract. I wasn’t sure if I should, but I did knowing full well that he’d have constant supervision. Now, due to your idiocy, I’m forced to take a break from _my_ busy schedule and tend to this. It’s not my fault it happened.”
Moretti points towards the door, then pushes Johnny towards it, almost causing him to fall.
“If you still value your client as part of sVo, you’ll get the hell out of here, get anyone and everyone you can to help, and find The Storyteller. Bring your sedatives, your tasers, and any other weapon you can. I’m _not_ going to have any kind of lawsuit on my hands due to this issue.”
“I… You… There’s…”
“No more lip. No more crap. Just do it. Period.”
“It’s no problem, Mister Moretti. We’ll take care of this immediately.”
Petey has reached his feet, and is already armed with his electric shock stick. He walks past Moretti with a smile, then starts to head out the door. Though he still hasn’t said his peace, Petey manages to convince Johnny to follow him. As the two men leave and begin their manhunt, Moretti looks around the room. He grabs his cell phone, dials a number, and begins to speak.
“Hello? It’s Moretti. I need a cleaning crew here right now. Make sure to dock Storyteller.”
He flips the phone close, looks around once again, and sighs loudly… he doesn’t need this.
“What have I unleashed?”
STEEL CAGE MATCH
Psyko Stevo vs. Mad Max (Hostility)
With the steel cage in place and former International Champion Psyko Stevo facing off against Hostility owner Mad Max in opposite corners of the ring, the referee calls for the bell to ring and the inter promotional match to get underway! Stevo and Max run towards each other and begin to nail each other with big right hands. Psyko Stevo begins to get the better of the exchange and backs Mad Max towards the side of the cage, but Max is then able to grab hold of Stevo’s hand and throw him head first into the steel cage! Stevo bounces back and to the mat, which allows Mad Max to nail him with an elbow drop!
Stevo slowly rises back up to his feet, but Mad Max is there waiting for him with a kick to the midsection before sending him into the corner of the ring. With Stevo leaning in the corner, Mad Max follows up with a splash on the sVo superstar! With Stevo struggling, Mad Max turns his attention to the side of the cage and begins to climb! The sVo fans in the arena boo as Mad Max manages to get half way up the cage, before his leg is grabbed by Psyko Stevo! Stevo uses all his strength to pull Mad Max back causing him to land hard on the mat! The fans cheer the save from Stevo who then begins to put the boots to the Hostility owner.
Stevo pulls Mad Max up to his feet and positions him for a quick snap suplex that takes him down to the mat. The sVo fans in the arena cheer on the former International Champion who soaks in the applause. Mad Max slowly begins to rise to his feet and as Psyko Stevo looks for a sinning heel kick on the Hostility owner, Mad Max ducks out of the way! Mad Max then spears Psyko Stevo down to the mat and begins to nail him with some hard right hands to the face! Mad Max busts open the nose and lip of Stevo, who is then able to roll through and nail some punches of his own on Max before getting back to his feet. Mad Max grabs Psyko Stevo in a side head lock as he gets back to his feet. Max holds the move for a few seconds trying to block off the flow of oxygen to the brain before dropping him to the mat with a head lock takedown. Psyko Stevo holds his neck in pain as Mad Max pulls him up to his feet once again.
Mad Max sends Psyko Stevo face first into the steel cage, and the blood truly begins to flor from the face of the former International Champion. The sVo fans boo as Mad Max taunts Psyko Stevo to get back up to his feet, and the former International Champion does after a few seconds. Mad Max sends Psyko Stevo hard into the corner before looking for another splash, however Psyko Stevo manages to get both of his feet up and catches Mad Max in the face! Max stumbles away and Psyko Stevo returns the favour from earlier by slamming him head first into the steel cage! Mad Max drops to the mat and Psyko Stevo places his foot over his throat. The sVo fans want to see some Hostility blood as Stevo pulls Max up to his feet and loads him onto his shoulders. However before Stevo can do anything with the owner of Hostility, Max counters with an impressive DDT to take Stevo to the mat head first.
Mad Max rises to his feet, but however as he does there is a tremendous noise as the canvas of the ring begins to tear! Everyone in the arena looks around as Michael Morgan a.k.a The Storyteller rises through the ring apron! He grabs Mad Max and begins to nail him with furious right hands to take him down to the mat. Morgan looks like he has completely lost it as the mad man of the sVo lays into Mad Max with right hands before disappearing back through the whole in the ring!
The fans are left wondering what Morgan is all about as Mad Max and Psyko Stevo both lay out in the ring! Both men begin to stumble to their feet as Psyko Stevo begins to climb the cage as Mad Max slowly crawls towards the cage door. The referee opens the cage door for Mad Max as he inches ever closely as Psyko Stevo begins to get to the top of the cage. It looks to be the slowest race in history as to who will win the match! Psyko Stevo reaches the top of the cage as Mad Max manages to poke his head through the cage door as both men can see victory in their sights. However as Mad Max tries to crawl further through the cage door to the outside a figure leaps out of the crowd and slams the cage door into the head of Mad Max…..
Its Jon Page!
Co-sVo owner Page is back and he has almost beheaded Mad Max with that shot with the cage door! Psyko Stevo looks down at Mad Max laying in the ring out cold as Jon Page disappears through the crowd as quickly as he appeared. Psyko Stevo looks at Max again before looking down at the floor and victory. Stevo looks to be trying to make his mind up about something, before finally turning back around to Mad Max. Psyko Stevo must be at least 15ft in the air, but that doesn’t stop him from leaping from the top of the cage and nailing a Psykotic Senton on Mad Max! The fans in the arena pop for the move as Psyko Stevo crawls over Mad Max to make the cover!
Psyko Stevo has picked up the win, but Mad Max has been screwed over twice in the match and the Hostility representatives will not be happy about it!
RESULT: Psyko Stevo def. Mad Max via pinfall
HOSTILE VIOLENCE PT.2
The bell rings signalling the end to the match as Psyko Stevo and Mad Max slowly rise after a few minutes to stand face to face, out of breath, but with intensity burning behind their eyes. All of a sudden there is a commotion from in the floor seats of the arena. The crowd parts as what appears to be the entire Hostility roster begin to jump the guardrail and flood the ring! Ozric Mortimer has a chain and lock in hand and after everyone enters the ring he shuts the cage door and relocks it with his chain!
With the odds stacked against him Stevo turns and runs towards the cage, attempting to climb his way up and out but Fiasco is there with Scuragrec, each man with a hand around Stevo’s ankle. They drag him off the cage wall and back to the center of the ring where Steppen Scuragrec proceeds to hit the Dog Collar Special on Stevo! Fiasco then hits the Sacred Oath power bomb.
The attack continues with James Milenko flying off the top of the cage hitting the No Refund, moonsault leg drop! Soon the sVo roster is coming out from the back running full speed towards the ring. Mike Best grabs the referee and screams at him to unlock the chain but with Hostility locking the door with their own chain, Stevo’s rescures are stuck on the outside, forced to watch as Larry Lansdowne hits the Freeze Frame, pumphandle slam followed by the Benediction, top rope senton splash, from KVT!
With a scream of outrage Mike Best begins to scale the cage wall! The fans are chanting for sVo as Brock Alyas, Alex Ross, Cody Williams, El Gimicko, Johnny All-Star, and everyone else on the sVo roster follow Best up and over! Even before Best touches down into the ring, Fiasco is there to meet him! But as more sVo guys enter the ring, the tide begins to turn!
Fiasco gets hit with the Mike Effect, Jay Wildman Superkicks KVT in the mouth, dropping her to the mat! When Valentino runs to her aid, Johnny All-Star nails him with the Touchdown! Howie Banks is perched on the top of the cage, looking down with a bit of insanity in his eyes! Larry Lansdowne gets nailed with the running Fireman’s Carry Brainbuster, called The Dreaming by Night when all of a sudden Howie Banks jumps off the top of the cage executing the Hollywood Splash, 450 splash, onto the laid out Lansdowne!
With sVo beginning to dominate, the screen fades and the carnage in the cage is replaced with the sVo logo as the show goes off the air…