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(A man is wearing a PTD shirt. An SEWF van is rolling down the street. The man takes out a bazooka and fires at the SEWF truck. The explosion reveals SSC, JLB, and one Musty Rhodes at the broadcast booth.) After a short while, Rob Dalton begins to make his way out of the dressing room with a Spyder mask on his head. Once within site, flames burst from behind him as he makes his way toward the ring. The fans begin to shout, "D.E.C.W.F." Signs from a "total Rob fan club" say, "Rob is the true champ" or "Shaw fears Dalton". After entering the ring, Dalton removes the mask, and throws it on the ground. He spits on it, stomps on it, then kicks it to the outside. Both men, looking ready as the bell sounds, charge each other. The ref ducks out of the way, so that he is not in the middle of it all. Jason Cline lands a beautiful close line, sending Rob down to the match. Rob is not down for long though, since he jumps quickly back to his feet. Cline and Rob lock up in the middle of the ring, and Dalton puts on a side headlock. Grinding away at the temple of Cline, Rob seems to be enjoying himself now. Cline then throws Dalton to the ropes, but Rob comes back with a shoulder block. Dalton then runs back to the ropes, Cline leap frogs over him, and Dalton then stops to deliver an atomic drop. Cline runs around holding his groin area, when Dalton stops him, and puts on another side headlock. Cline seems to be in big trouble. Dalton begins to stomp his feet to get the crowed into it. Cline did not stand for this, so he delivered a spinning belly-to-back on Dalton. Cline, now on with the upper hand, stomps the head of Dalton. He then picks up Dalton, and delivers a side back breaker. Dalton holds the small of his back, while Cline climbs to the top rope. Cline, waisting time showing off to the crowd, leaps to the air to find that no one is home. Dalton bounces off the rope, to deliver a running lariet. Cline falls, but bounces up quickly. Dalton then picks up Cline....scoop body slam. Cline is down now, and Datlon puts on an arm bar. Cline, gets to the ropes to break the hold, but Dalton jumps on the arm of Cline, almost breaking it. Dalton faces the crowd to show off a little, when Cline comes from behind, grabs Dalton's tights, rolls him over..1...2..........no, kickout by Dalton. Cline then delivers a standing drop kick to the chest of Dalton. Cline picks up Dalton, and suplexes him back down to the mat. Cline, this time keeping his mind on the Flamethrower, climbs to the ropes, and lands an elbow drop to the head of Dalton. The cover..1...2...kickout. As Dalton begins to get up, Cline runs to the ropes, and attemps a leg scissors. Dalton slams this poor attempt out of the way. Cline gets up, and runs at Dalton, only to find a big foot in the face. Dalton walks over the camera, and says, "THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SPYDER!!!!" Dalton picks up Cline and lands a brain buster on the mat. Dalton gets up, grabs Cline's legs, and puts on a scorpion leg lock. Cline holds on for about three minutes!!!! A heroic effort by the new comer, but he just could not hold on any longer. Cline taps out, and Dalton wins. Cline, though hurt, gets up, looks at Dalton, and walks back to the dressing room. The fans clap for his effort, but the main focus was on Dalton. Dalton blows a fireball into the air, and then makes his way back to the dressing room. When both men have entered the ring, the bell sounds, and Maul charges at SuperNova. Quickly, SuperNova ducks, and Bobo grabs the top rope, sending Maul to the floor. SuperNova then climbs the top turnbuckle, and drop kicks Maul. Maul is hurled into the annoucer's table. SuperNova picks up Maul, and both men begin to pound each other toward the dressing room. Behind the curtain now, Maul kicks SuperNova in the stomach, and then lands a DDT. Maul then continues to stop on Nova's head, while Bobo and Lynch watch the onslaught. Maul then picks up SuperNova, puts him on his shoulder, and runs him into a fire extinguisher cover, located outside Maul's dressing room. SuperNova seems to be out cold, when Maul goes for a cover...1....2...kickout my SuperNova. Maul then picks up SuperNova, and places him in the pile driver position. While waiting to deliver the hold, SuperNova lifts Maul, and Maul crashes into the side of the wall. SuperNova then picks up Maul, and drags him to the public bathroom. Five men are in there doing their duties, when SuperNova delivers a swirly to Maul. After that, SuperNova picks up the garbage can, and slams it down on Maul's back. SuperNova then drags Maul out to the parking lot. Both men are just beating each other with punches to the jaw. Maul lands a right that send SuperNova down to the pavement. Maul then picks up SuperNova into the powerbomb positon, and slams him down ontop of a Honda 500cc 97 motorcycle. SuperNova now has a cut wide open on the small of his back, and Maul decides that it is time to finish it. 1.......2......kickout by SuperNova. Maul then picks up SuperNova, and goes for a suplex, but SuperNova stops it with his right leg. REVERSE!!!! Maul lands flat on the hood of a VW Jetta. SuperNova then drags him off the hood, climbs to the roof of the car, and lands a leg drop across the neck of Maul. Then, as quickly as possible, SuperNova puts on a figure four leg lock. With no ropes, and no one to stop SuperNova, Maul just screams in pain as we see that his legs are starting to bend in ways that they should not. Maul almost passes out, when SuperNova breaks the hold. SuperNova picks up Maul, and drags him down to the highway. Maul can't even stand after the figure four, so, SuperNova stops draging him, and puts on a texas clover leaf. Again, Maul screams in pain, hoping that someone will stop the hold. SuperNova, applying as much pressure as the hate between these two men will allow, sits as far back as Maul's head for the extra pressure. Maul can take no more, and passes out. SuperNova rolls him over, 1....2......3!!!!!! My goodness, what a hard fought match. SuperNova gets up, as medics come to take him to the hospital for his wound on his back. SuperNova falls, face first, before they make it to him. Probaly from the loss of blood. Maul, still passed out, is also carried away on a stretcher. I don't know if these two men will ever wrestle again after that one. As the PTD music begins to blare out of the arena's sound system, the fireworks cue the entrance of Thunder Rider as the curtains,blocking the dressing rooms and warm up area for the wrestlers,slowly part as the spot light is aimed in that direction!! Just as the spot light illuminates that stage area, Thunder Rider parts the curtains & drops to one knee and delivers a picture-perfect, double-biceps pose!!! He is followed by his usual tag-team partner, Road Kill, who is dressed in a personalized "PTD", sweat suit!! Thunder Rider and Road Kill, arms wrapped around each other, slowly begin to strut to the squared circle. They stop after walking a few more feet at a fan, who can't be more than 5 or 6yrs. old,and is holding a "PTD 4 LIFE "sign, and at see- ing this,Road Kill calls for the camera man, while Thunder Rider picks up the little boy w/sign, kneels behind him flexing his arms as Road Kill is pointing at the two and smiling!!! Upon seeing Thunder Rider posing, the young boy hands the sign to Road Kill and he himself delivers a series of poses,ending in a double biceps, to the fans delight!!! "PTD" or not, the fans definitely love the wrestlers of the S.E.W.F!!! The two "PTD" members give the little one back to his father,who also is wearing a "PTD" 4 LIFE t-shirt, and jog the rest of the way to the ring. Road Kill was not listed as Thunder Rider's manager on the card, but being "PTD", they come and go as they please!! TR's loosening up in the ring using the ropes and listening to a few pointers from his tag-team partner,RK. When suddenly, all of the lights go out in the arena!! What the hell is happening, could a fuse or some sort of short caused the lights to go out like that all of a sudden. Ladies and gentleman, I am telling you that it is so dark, that I can't see my own hand in front of my own face!!! Suddenly, the fire-works we are usually used to announce the arrival of a wrestlers begin to go off and shed a little bit of light on the ring where we can see Thunder Rider looking towards the cur- tains waiting for Void!!! A tremendous BOOOOOOM , like the sound of dynamite explodes, and the lights are restored and Void is on the outside of the ring standing over a completely knocked out Road Kill, guaranteeing himself a fair match against Thunder Rider, who looks like he just saw a ghost. Not one to scare easy TR quickly runs and bounces off the ropes opposite of where Void is standing over RK, and runs and dives through the top and second rope and lands a shoulder block into the chest of Void, who basked in the glory a bit too long. The referee signals for the bell and DING DING, we have an official S.E.W.F. match, as he begins his count as TR is slamming Void into the stair case to enter the ring. TR catches the ref at #5 and decides to throw Void into the ring! Void rolls over on all fours, and is looking away from TR, who is in the process of climbing to the top rope and leaps and hits Void with a 450 degree splash, right on Void's back!! Boy, we never seen TR perform such a high risk manu- ver move like that before!! Quick to stay on the attack,TR starts to stomp and punch Void in the head and mid-section like a maniac!! The ref pulls him off and gives Void a chance to regain his head. But TR quickly scoops up Void and drops his lower back on his knee, in a perfect back-breaker!!!! I've never seen such a one way match like this in a long time, as TR lifts the limp Void and delivers a jack- knife,THUNDER- BOMB, BOOOOOOOOM!!! TR goes to the opposite corner of the ring and climbs to the top and before he jumps, he gets the fans going by flexing into a double biceps and raises his arms in preparing to deliver a super-body-splash onto the almost knocke-out Void, and he leaps, it seems as if he is @15 to 20feet into the air, like a bird in flight, but as he drops down onto Void, he is suprised by Void's feet and balled up fists awaiting him in the fetal position! TR's ribs have definitely been damaged by the move. Void not known to be one's punching bag, decides to deliver a little punishment of his own, he gets TR into a side head lock and with out the ref seeing, he pulls out a foreign object and drives it not once,twice, but three times into the neck area and then is forced to hide the object as the ref breaks the hold! TR falls to his knees, a perfect set-up for a DDT, which Void smartly takes advantage of, SLAAAAAAMMMM!!!!! He drags TR to the corner and props him up on the top rope in a sitting position! Void climbs up trying to maintain control, as he applies a front face lock on TR, the begining of a super DDT!!! But TR realizing the fate that awaits him,delivers a double ax handle blow into the groin area of Void, causing him to fall in- to the corner and into a slumped position on the bottom rope/turn-buckle!!! TR jumps from the top rope and delivers a powerful knee drop to back of Void's upper neck!! Void shrieks in pain AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH! And he reaches for his neck!!! TR, who looks like he is ready to put an end to this shit,grabs Void into a front face- lock and then drops him on it, the perfect face buster, shattering his nose and blood flowing and spraying all over the mat!! Void is in some serious pain and trouble, but TR lifts him in the air and power-slams him into the mat,BOOOOOOM!!!!! TR runs around the ring and is shouting "Rolling Thunder,Rolling Thunder and the crowd begins to chant along and gets Thunder Rider pumped and prepared to defeat Void. As the chant goes on TR applies the "Rolling Thunder" and with that Void can take no more pain. Bleeding from the nose and holding onto the top of his neck, which I think may be seriously injured, after Thunder Rider executed the "Rolling Thunder", Void has submitted to the pin of TR, 1.....2......3 he is out. Void is physically out of strength and has to be helped from the ring my medics from the dressing room area!!
SSC: Hello and welcome to the one and only Saturday Night Mothership!
JLB: That's PTD SNM, if I'm not mistaken.
SSC: Well, it'll all be decided in the main event tonight for control of the SEWF, PTD vs. Plague.
JLB: It's a no contest. With Caladan on the PTD team, the win is a lock, and you'll soon be out of a job my friend.
SSC: Don't ever call me friend. Anyway, sitting to my right is the newest member of the PTD, Musty Rhodes!
MR: I is PTD fur life! Lifetime supply o' puddin' is in my contract!
JLB: You are not! You have no PTD contract!
MR: Yes I do!
(MR reaches into his pocket and pulls out a napkin from a Burger King. On it is scrawled: PTD FUR LIFE. PUDDIN' FUR LIFE. SIGNED: X)
SSC: Looks legit to me. (smiles) Anyway, the PTD has asked for some time to speak, so here they are.
JLB: At this time, please welcome everyone's favorite administrator - SEWF President Magnus Colby!
("Voodoo Chile" starts playing and Magnus Colby emerges from the back, walking down to the ring, carrying the rookie belt).
JLB: Welcome Mr. Colby.
MC: Why thank you James.
JLB: Well sir, you have to floor.
MC: Good, because I have quite a few issues that I'd like to address tonight. In the wake of LOST CONTROL, Prime Time Destruction is looking at a period of growth and change. We have to consolidate our gains so that we can move onto the next plateau, into a new era for PTD.
JLB: Meaning?
MC: Meaning that it's time to move on, to recruit and rebuild. Styme is retired, and though we may miss him, he's gone. We all saw Road Kill's little temper tantrum. Chapel called me last night and told me he wants to take a leave of absence.
JLB: And did you grant it?
MC: Given Chapel's recent failures, I told him that he can take a permanent vacation.
JLB: Which is no doubt why you've been recruiting over the past few weeks.
MC: Exactly James. We're rebuilding for a new era of dominance. Spyder is virtually signed and we'll be happy to have him. Spleen made a huge mistake in turning down my offer. PTD is destined to take things to a whole new level after tonight.
JLB: What about your apparent attempts to recruit Sampson?
MC: Yes, I've been doing a few favours for Sampson, partly because he's been unfailry persecuted by our illiterate red neck VP Ropin' Tex. Sampson may feel rejected by society, but I don't reject him. I want to accept him into Prime Time Destruction with a big money contract. I want to help him get what he deserves: titles, wealth, glory. As soon as Sampson's ready to sign on the dotted line, all he has to do is call me up and he'll hear me say "Welcome home, Sampson. Welcome home."
JLB: So you'll continue your recruiting efforts?
MC: Yes I will. But right now I'd like to bring out the core of Prime Time Destruction, the men who have led us to greatness - hit the music!
(The music starts playing and Thunder Rider, Kezmaniac, Caladan Moore, Christina and DRI emerge from the back and come down to the ring. Caladan is wearing a brand new PTD shirt that has his picture on the front and on the back reads"THE PERFECT MOVE: 3 WORDS, 1 MOVE, TOTAL VICTORY").
JLB: Welcome gentlemen.
CALADAN: Thanks JLB. It's great to be here.
JLB: Kezmaniac - first let me say congratulations on beating SoftCore at LOST CONTROL.
Kezmaniac - Well JLB, I don't really want to talk that much about me right now. That match against FF was a fluke. I wasn't even told about the match until Tuesday night! I had absolutely no time to train, but I went in there and stuck it out like a man, but like I said I don't want to talk about me now, I want to talk about my protege, DRI.
JLB: Well, at least you didn't blame a grand conspiracy for your loss. DRI?
DRI - What is it, Boss?
Kez - Well I can't say you've been that successful as of late.
DRI - Well... um, um...
Kez - Just shut up for a second you big ape! You haven't proven to any of us, that you're worthy of being a member of the PTD. I thought you had the skills, when I brought you in here. But you've showed us, that you are not prepared enough. That's why I'm going to have to send you to the DECWF, to shape up. It's either shape up, or ship out.
DRI - What are you saying?
Kez - If you're gonna get your ass kicked every week, you're embarassing the PTD. We don't want you embarassing us. So here's my point. If you do your part and help us win the STABLE TITLE tonight, you're in, but if you get your ass kicked, you're out. Simple enough.
DRI - Are you saying I'm fired?
Kez - I DIDN'T SAY THAT! Not yet, at least. You heard me!
DRI - Aren't your terms a little unfair?
Kez - Don't you talk back to me! I made a name for you. You couldn't do anything on your own, but lose. So no, I don't think that is unfair. I am done speaking, back to you, JLB.
(Colby quickly goes over to talk to Kezmaniac and DRI)
JLB: Wow...um, do you have anything to say Thunder Rider?
TR: Yeah, I've got a lot to say. First things first - my old buddy Road Kill. You know what 'Kill? I was sick and tired of carrying your a$$ around all the time. From the first time we teamed, I had to carry your 6'7" butt. Little me, little Thunder Rider, had to carry your a$$ for too long. When we faced Ropin' Tex, you didn't even get in the ring. Who won the belts for us? ME! Both times. Road Kill - you were never there when I needed you, and that's why we lost the belts. You couldn't take the hard times is all. So enjoy unemployment 'Kill, because you ain't gonna be welcomed back. Maybe you can hang out with Power and Glory!
JLB: Any thoughts on your match tonight with Void?
TR: Yeah, it's gonna be a good match. He can really fly, but then again, so can I. I'm expecting a tough fight, but one that ends with a little ROLLING THUNDER!
JLB: Moving right along - Caladan, I notice you don't have the belt tonight. What's up?
CALADAN: I guess I must have left the belt where it's safe, at home in Kingston. My bad. I forgot it.
JLB: So in other words, you won't be handing the belt over to Frazer Fury tonight?
CALADAN: Not in a million years. If he wants the belt, why doesn't he come out here and take it.
TR: Because he can't fit in the building. Rob Dalton's ego is already filling up the place.
CALADAN: Good point. Well, Dalton and Fury have the same problem. They couldn't beat me in the ring, so they try to get the belt from me through this stupid "conspiracy" campaign. I think it's funny myself that Robbie Dalton never complained about how I beat Fury until after he LOST to me as well. Then all of a sudden he wanted Fury to get the belt, since Dalton couldn't get the job done. Finally - to Steve Maldor. Steve, if I still have the belt as of next Saturday, I'll be more than happy to give you your title shot. If Shaw takes the belt from me, or if Vandal Savage beats me, well then it'll be in there hands, but right now, I'm making a verbal commitment to give you your title shot here on SNM next week.
JLB: Wow that's big news!
MC: James, now that the core of the team has had their say, I think it's time to bring out the newest addition to Prime Time Destruction....
JLB: Please tell me it's not Musty...
MC: It isn't Musty. No, let me present the Triple Shot!
(The Rock Rendition of It's All About the Benjamins plays and the Triple Shot comes out to the aisle way. They just stare and look into the ring full of PTD members for a few seconds then make their way into the ring.)
MC: Welcome to Prime Time Destruction guys. Give them the shirts!
(Thunder Rider and Caladan produce three new PTD shirts to present to the Triple Shot, which they proceed to put on).
Stinger: We get to wear the shirts?
(Stinger, Scorpion, and B.I.G.G.S. put the shirts on. They then begin to shake hands and hi-five everyone, even hugging Colby...)
JLB: Scorpion, Stinger - do you guys have any thoughts about going after the tag team championship?
Scorpion: That would sound pretty good. The Shinings as the SEWF Tag Team Champions...
Stinger: I guess we're gonna go for it then. But not until the Triple Shot gets there hands on on man named the so called "Prodigy" Jason Cline.
Scorpion: Look here rookie. At WAR you did not win. And if you think that all we do around here is job then you've got another thing coming to you. Another man in the SEWF was smart enough to figure out why Cline gets wins and that man is non other than "Flamethrower" Rob Dalton. Dalton I hope you kick Cline's ASS!!! And next week on the Mothership, I challenge you Jason Cline. So accept it or I'll come after you anyways.
Stinger: Then when that issue is all said and done with, the Shinings will go after the Tag Team belts and bring more gold into the Prime Time Destruction... So the tag champs better beware. The Triple Shot is coming to get you soon... Ain't that right B.I.G.G.S.?
B.I.G.G.S.: That's right Stinger. PTD we are now a part of you. The Triple Shot and Prime Time Destruction together. Now how can you possibly take us down. The New Horse... I mean the Youngbloods tried to do it. But were still here now aren't we Destroyer. The Plague is trying to do it now... whoop tee do This family is something that you shouldn't mess with.
MC: This is wonderful. Now we're stronger than ever. Which brings me to this belt. Now I'm an administrator and this thing is getting heavy carrying it around all the time. So, I've decided that we'll do something about it right now. Send out the kid!
(A young kid, about 5'9", 185 lbs. in full blue tights comes running down to the ring, looking enthusiastic, trailed by a ref).
JLB: Um, what about Spleen and Sampson?
MC: Oh, they're not even rookies anymore. This belt is for those new to the SEWF. Besides, Sampson-Spleen has been put off so many times that it's ridiculous. Now, young man, why don't you introduce yourself to the good people?
SCOTT YOUNG: Hi everybody. My name's Scott Young and I'm going to wrestle my heart out tonight for that belt.
JLB: Is this your first match?
SY: Yes. Why?
JLB: No reason.
MC: That's great. Now, if I may. Our other participant in tonight's big event for this belt - the newest member of Prime Time Destruction...
JLB: Please don't let it be Musty.
MC: IT ISN'T MUSTY! Hit the music!
(The music starts up again and a tall, muscular man emerges from the back, 7'1", 368 lbs. He has shoulder length brown hair, full length black tights, ray bans and a PTD: Join the Revolution t-shirt on).
MC: Ladies and gentlemaen, please welcome the most destructive force to enter the SEWF since.....well, ever. He stands 7'1", weighs 368 lbs. Please welcome, "Stonewall" Mike Mauler!
(Mauler steps over the top rope as the rest of the PTD exit the ring. Mauler rushes Young and hammers him from behind. He whips Young into the ropes and nails a big boot. Mauler hoists up Young over his shoulder and then lifts him into a reverse crucifix, followed by a sort of reverse Outsider's Edge that drives the kid's face down into the top turnbuckle. Mauler rolls Young over, very deliberately puts one finger on his chest, and gets the three count.
WINNER: Mike Mauler via OVER THE EDGE
(JLB, Magnus Colby and the team re-enter the ring. The ref gives Mauler the rookie belt. Mauler throws the belt over his shoulder, wipes away a little sweat and then begins to speak as JLB holds the mic).
MM: (pretending to cry) Oh this is so great....It's the happiest day of my life. This belt means more to me than anything.... (sobers up quickly, becoming deadly serious) Yeah, right. This belt is only the first step. I'm going to steam roll through all of the competition and destroy everything that gets in my way. There's a new sherrif in town boys, and he's PTD 4 LIFE!!!!
(With that, the entire PTD leaves the ring as the music plays, allowing SNM to finally get back under way).
SSC: Uh...yeah, tag team action next!
RETURN TAG ACTION
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Bushido vs. Phenomenon
The next match was a rematch from the ppv. Johnny Cade and Rebel Rick Stone come out first. Cade looking quite odd for some reason. He is rubbing himself as Stone is scratching himself. What is wrong with Phenomenon? Stone stops short of the ring and Cade "accidently" bumps into Stone's ass with his hand. Umm....is there something we should know? Stone looks back at Cade, who still has his hand on Stone's buttocks. They climb in the ring. Cade sits in the corner as Stone stands in front of him. Cade is messing around with Stone's tights. What is up with these two? "Firestarter" by Prodigy blares and the SEWF crowd goes insane. Flamethrower Rob Dalton comes walking out, followed by Iron Man and Wild Horse, better known as Bushido. Dalton climbs up on the apron and the fans go nuts. Iron Man and Wild Horse have an intense look of disdain on their faces. They climb in the ring and take off thier DECWF: Conquering the World t-shirts. Dalton looks over at SSC and JLB. He smiles devilishly at them and climbs out of the ring. Iron Man Steven Daye climbs out of the ring. Johnny Cade does the same. Cade pats Stone on the butt as he climbs out. Wild Horse Jay Lange stares down Rebel Rick Stone. WH grins and he moves towrd RS. RS cowers in his corner and he's hugging JC. WH steps back. RS turns around and points at IM. WH tags in IM and IM charges RS. IM with a clothesline onto both men. He knocks JC onto the floor and RS into the turnbuckle. IM picks RS up for a press slam. He tosses RS over the top rope onto the floor. RS is screaming on his long way down to the floor. JC is still laying on the floor. RS lands face first on JC's crotch with his teeth! OUCH!!! RS lays there for a moment, then he checks out his partner. RS starts to rub JC's croth and helps him back up. RS climbs back into the ring. IM with a kick to the face and RS's nose shatters. IM whips him into the ropes and hits him with a vicious clothesline. IM tags in WH. They both whip RS into the ropes and doube back body drop over the ropes onto JC again. This time RS's ass is in JC's face. IM grabs a chair and throws it into the ring. WH sets it up in front of the ropes. He bounces off the far side ropes and uses the chair for a sprindboard dive over the ropes, AIR WILD HORSE?? He comes down on the ambiguously gay duo. WH throws RS into the ring. IM takes the chair and slams it down on RS's head. He lays the chair down in the middle of the ring. Dalton goes over and fireballs Cade on the floor. Dalton tells WH and IM to end it. IM picks RS up for a powerbomb. WH off the top rope onto RS and IM comes down with an elbow drop, THAT'S THE FALLEN ANGEL!!! WH with a cover. 1-2-3!!!! Dalton climbs in the ring and hits Stone with a fireball as IM and WH climb out of the ring.}
WINNERS: Bushido via Fallen Angel
JLB: Maybe Phenomenon will actually figure this time that they suck.
SSC: Suck, hey Musty what does that remind you of?
MR: Puddin'
SSC: Thought so, up next is the Flamethrower and Prodigy one on one, but first VP Shaw has asked for some time.
(Camera closes in on Vice President David Shaw coming through the curtains of the Shawplex, he is coming to the ring in his SEWF Suit and he climbs up the stairs at the corner and climbs through the ropes and grabs a mic. In his hand a paper, looks like a contract.)
Dave: Alright people what a show we've had so far!!!
(The crowd erupts)
Dave: Well at this time I'd like to call out here to the ring, none other than Vice President Ropin' Tex!!!!
(Ropin' Tex's "Man on a Mission" starts up and he comes through the curtains. He is wearing an untucked khakis shirt and the faded Wranglers and the untied Durashocks. He approaches the ring slowly and looks leery. He climbs up on the ring apron and steps over the top rope. He leans up against the the top turnbuckle and is handed a mic.)
Dave: Tex why don't you come over here by me I like to deal with the person at least 5 feet in front of me.
Tex: Look Dave I think you might just wanna keep it as is, I don't think you want me any closer to you than possible, now you called my ass up this morning and demanded me to make an appearance at the show and frankly...you ain't got me too pleased with you now so can we hurry this d*mn thing along??? uh? Now what was so important that I had to cancel prior engagements huh?? This had better be real good!!!!! I ain't exactly feeling nice right now so don't p*ss me off!!!!
(The crowd erupts and people start to stand up to get a better look at the situation, President Shaw takes a few steps back, and puts the mic to his mouth)
Dave: OK Tex, look you might want to settle down...you should act professional.
Tex: Professional my ass just say what you gotta say so I can get on with my life!!
Dave: Well here's the deal, there's been a few complaints so I have to give you this ultimatum. You must pick to either be an administrator OR a wrestler in the SEWF, you can't be both.
(The crowd reacts and so does Tex)
Tex: Oh your a big f*cking man to drag me out here to make a scene like this, So folks think I outta Texas Slam him through that yonder table, or tell him what I think your right I'll do just that.
(Tex starts to walk toward Shaw real slow, Shaw backs into the corner and starts yelling.
Dave: Tex settle down I am still your boss I will fire you if need be!!!.
(Tex still keeps coming at him. Tex reaches out and grabs Shaw by the back of the neck and pulls him toward him. Shaw starts to duck and tries to pull away. But Tex puts his arm around him and Shaws head is in Tex's stomach, clearly Ropin' Tex is way taller than Shaw.)
Tex: Ok Shaw lets talk, you just gave me an ultimatum...you...just gave me...thats me...an ultimatum to choose, and you want me to make a f*cking decision right huh? Yeah I know your type, you tightwads that want everything 12 minutes ago, well you know what I'll give you and order....I'm gonna go back to my dressing room, take down a few Miller Lites, and by the end of this program I'll come back and give you and answer, and you just might now like it that much!!!
(Tex pushes Shaw into the corner and hops over the top rope and heads back to the locker room. Shaw looks confused and straightens out his tie, and clears the ring.)
SSC: Flames vs. Prodigy, next.
SINGLES ACTION
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Rob Dalton vs. "Prodigy" Jason Cline
The camera fades as Jason Cline begins to make his way down the aisle with his Raybans and speedo biker shorts. His cocky attitude does not seem to have claimed any fans here in the SEWF. He looks upset about the poor emotions of the fans toward him, but he is also focused to much on Dalton to do anything about it.
SSC: A convincing victory by the Flamethrower.
JLB: I'd say so. Always feels good to see a YB get beaten down.
SSC: I'm sure you're ecstatic. Now, get ready for an old fashioned brawl folks. SuperNova vs. Maul is next!
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE, END ALL BE ALL OF THIS FUED
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Maul w/Lynch vs. SuperNova
The lights go dim and and the overwhelming crowd begins to roar for this sold out Saturday Night Mothership. Music begins to play, as Maul and Lynch make their way down toward the ring. The fans do not give them a very good welcome, considering the arena is filled with hisses and boos. Not long after Maul has entered the ring, SuperNova busts out of the curtains, and fireworks go off behind him. Bobo is walking beside him, and seems to just as focused on this match as SuperNova himself.
SSC: What a match!
MR: Yessir, them's was a clubberin away on each ubber. I saw sum slobbernockin' I do think.
JLB: I'm sure you did. Now, sit back, relax, and watch the PTD's own Thunder Rider go to work.
CRUISERWEIGHT ACTION
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Thunder Rider vs. Void
This next bout is a singles bout between two of the S.E.W.F.'s top Cruiserweights, one of the combatants is a member of the PTD, who is also scheduled to fight for control of the Federation,the top stable in the S.E.W.F.,and his name is Thunder Rider! The man he will be facing is the mysterious, Void, who is always good for a tough fight!! This Cruiser Weight division in the S.E.W.F. is growing stronger by the day, with new talent practically coming out of the walls, all battling for a shot at the CruiserWeight Championship Belt!!!
PTD: Ahhh, beauty personified right there.
SSC: I'm sure you're proud. I here that Colby hates you personally.
PTD: No, no, Colby and I are tight.
MR: Colby hates James.
SSC: That's insider info right from a member of the PTD! Must hurt bad, don't it James.
JLB: Uh...no. Next!
REVENGE
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Devyn Stryker vs. Vandal Savage
With the fans pumped for excitement, the next match was announced. Devyn Stryker vs Vandal Savage. Devyn came out to a mixed reaction while the fans were soundly booing Vandal Savage. The two men stare each other down as the hate between them escalated. They lock up and it's immediately Devyn with a swift kick to the knees. Savage goes down on one knee. Devyn starts punching with rights and left looking like a boxer. Savage is just taking the blows and is starting to stand back up. Savage with a punch to the stomach. And another. Make it one to the head. He's got a a head of steam and bounces off the ropes only to be back bodydropped by Stryker. Stryker on the offensive with a rolling neck snap. He sits up Savage and hits him with a slide kick to the face. Savage is down. Stryker not letting up picks up Savage and a snap suplex. Cover, 1..2. no, kick out. Stryker maintains his advantage with a belly to belly and a scoop slam. Stryker goes to the top and attempts to drop a leg but Savage moves and Stryker misses. Savage on the offensive with a powerslam three consecutive elbow drops. Savage with a cover, 1.. no kickout with force. Savage lifts Stryker for another powerslam but Stryker moves out of it and hits a belly to back suplex. Savage landed right on the back of his neck. Cover, 1..2.. no Savage puts a foot on the ropes. Stryker sensing the match is his goes to the outside and brings in a chair. He picks up up Savage and throws him into the ropes and hits Stryker with a running clothesline with the chair. Savage is down. Arabian Facebuster on Savage. Cover, 1..2.. no shoulder got up. Savage showing his guts. Stryker lifts up Savage and sets him for a powerbomb, no Stryker blocked it into a spinebuster. What power by Savage. Savage lifts up Stryker for a powerbomb. No Stryker hits a hurracarrna, 1..2.. no kickout. Stryker puts Savage on the top rope, belly to belly suplex from the top. 1...2... no kickout. Savage is really tough. Stryker is getting mad. Stomps on Savage's head. He picks up Savage, corkscrew piledriver. Make it two. Savage is out. Stryker powerbombs Savage, rollup, cover, 1...2..3!!!
WINNER: Devyn Stryker via combo
SSC: Great match, we're running short on time, so let's go straight to our VP once again to respond to Tex and make the Frazer/Cal dispute decision.
(Shaw enters the ring and calls for Ropin' Tex. "Man on a Mission" starts up and Shaw looks to the curtain to see if Tex is coming out. Tex doesn't come out and Shaw starts to call again. From outta the crowd comes Ropin' Tex who hops up and over the top rope and stands behind David Shaw.)
Dave: Well folks I guess he won't answer the ultima....(turns around and runs into Ropin' Tex) I am so sorry Tex now what the hell are ya gonna do its an easy question. Are you gonna be a wrestler, an administrator, or...I can fire your ass right now...
Tex: Oh Dave...don't go and get all high and mighty on yourself. You ain't firing no one, but what you will do is sign a contract I have right here.
OFFICIAL SEWF CONTRACT DRAWN UP BY MR. WILLIAM J. HOLMES FOR HIS CLIENT ROPIN' TEX,
ACTING SEWF VICE PRESIDENT.
My client has approached me and has informed me that you have given him an ultimatum. My client, Ropin' Tex chooses to be a wrestler, if the following stipulations are met.
*Ropin' Tex is to have an unconditional open contract with SEWF.
*Ropin' Tex will choose his opponents and may decline a match at any time prior to the ringing of the bell of the match to be involved in.
*Ropin' Tex shall have a Laize-Faire type contract that he can dictate at anytime his actions, and may over thrown the SEWF/PTD and has full power to be President in the event of overthrown.
*Ropin' Tex may never be fired first of all by Magnus Colby, nor may he be fired for being too violent.
*Ropin' Tex may not ever be suspended for any reason, therefore Magnus Colby, or ANY administrator have no power over him.
In closing these are the terms agreed to by Ropin' Tex and with the proper signatures you must obey them, of this contract is breatched, proper charges will be filed if this action occurs. These rules are negotiable until the signature, of David Shaw is signed, after he has read and signed this, Ropin' Tex has full permission to add and delete stipulations without consulting a lawyer or Mr. Shaw.
Signatures:
Lawyer: Wiliam J. Holmes
Contractor: Ropin' Tex
Legal head of SEWF: X___________
Tex: So there ya go Shaw, you have 5 days to sign this and return it to me, or the contract will have been bretched and I suit your ass. Thank you have a nice day.
(Ropin' Tex leaves the ring witha smile on his face.)
Tex: Oh yeah and Dave, thats MY ultimatum!!! Deal with it!!!
Dave: Well, that's wonderful, it's also bullshi*t, but wonderful. Anyway, since I'm out here I promised everyone an announcement on the Caladan/Frazer dispute over the world title. It is the decision of the front office, in an effort to end all controversy surrounding the world title, that there be a rematch in singles competition against Caladan Moore and one Frazer Fury. This match WILL be for the world title and WILL be on next week's SNM. I recomend everyone tune in, becuase that'll be one helluva match!
(With that Dave walks back to the back.)
SSC: Frazer vs. Cal next week, should be quite a match. It's time for our first of 3 title matches in a row. Emmanuel vs. Maldor, the cruiserweight title bout!
CRUISER TITLE MATCH
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Steve Maldor vs. Emmanuel Calliente
Steve Maldor came out first, his voice going, "Silence is golden" and then a guitar riff kicking i n, as he walked out. Fans booed him for being such a smartass, and he justsoaked it in. As he got into the ring, a quick mariachi tune started up, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Emmanuel Calliente came from the back, sporting crimson red and gold tights, and a mask to match. Calliente shot under the ropes only to be stomped by Maldor, and then the bell rang. Maldor gutwrenched the downed Calliente, and then followed that with a lightning legdrop. Maldor has a distinct power advantage in this one, and put it to use. "The Quiet Man" picked up Mexico's own SEWF star, and powerbombed him hard to the mat. Following that, Maldor went up top, and went for a swan dive headbutt, which he missed. Calliente was up, and little Emmanuel shot to the top. Emmanuel went for a moonsault, but decided against it at the last second, landing on his feet. Maldor was up, and release german suplexed Calliente. He did it again, and Emmanuel hit his head on the turnbuckle. Maldor shrugged, and went on. He sent Calliente to the top, and hit a flying gutbuster on him. Maldor then hit a suplex. He pulled Calliente in, and performed a shoulderbreaker. Calliente was whipped into the ropes, and leapfrogged. Calliente bounced off the far side ropes after that, and went into a somersault. Maldor just stood there, and shoved Calliente's knees in, causing Emmanuel's neck to wrench violently. Calliente's neck was visibly hurt, and Maldor hovered over him, half-worried and half-happy. Finally, Maldor decided to mercifully cinch in "Golden Silence" a super-elevated boston crab. Calliente gave no response, and the ref had no choice but to award the match to Maldor. Maldor had the belt in his hands, but remained morbidly fascinated with the injured Calliente. EMTs rushed out from the back, and stretchered out Calliente, as fans were absolutely silent, worried for one of their favorites. Maldor shrugged, and left, his new belt over his shoulder.)
WINNER AND NEW CRUISER CHAMPION:Steve Maldor
SSC: What a match!
JLB: Not bad for a stooge.
SSC: Yeah yeah whatever. It's the match Frazer didn't wanna fight, but by court order he's here to do it. Frazer/Destroyer next!
US TITLE MATCH
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Destroyer vs. Frazer Fury
Destroyer was in the ring waiting, looking very very ready when it was announced that Magnus Colby had been forced to obtain a court order to ensure that Fury would appear, so Fury looked none too happy as he made his way down to the ring. With Frazer in the ring, both men engaged in a staredown, slowly circling each other before finally locking up. Frazer quickly nailed Destroyer with a knee, breaking the tie up, followed by an armdrag. As Destroyer got back up, he was met with a beautiful dropkick that sent him down again. Fury grabbed Destroyer and whipped him into the corner, following him in with a reverse running elbow hammer. With Destroyer stunned, Fury hit two big chops that elicited "Wooos" from the crowd. Frazer snap-mared Destroyer out of the corner and then hit a rolling neck snap. Destroyer's head bounced off the mat, but as he sat up, he got another dropkick, this one right to the face. Fury wasn't about to let up either. He grabbed Destroyer as he got to his feet and sent him over with a beautiful fisherman's suplex. One...two...no, kickout by Destroyer. Frazer with a well-placed kick and sinches Destroyer up for a butterfly suplex. He does it and then goes to the ropes, hitting a running legdrop on Destroyer. Cover with just his leg...one..tw...no, kickout. Fury drags Destroyer up by the hair and then hoists him up, setting up a tombstone piledriver. Destroyer is kicking like crazy though and manages to unbalance Fury, reversing the move. Destroyer with the tombstone! Destroyer flops an arm on top of Fury...One..t...no, Fury kicks out. Both men are slow to get up. Destroyer with a hard right...sinches up the suplex. Destroyer gets Fury up and just holds him there for nearly 20 seconds, letting Fury think about it, before bringing him down hard to the mat. Destroyer is rallying now. He sends Fury into the corner and charges in after him. Fury jumps up out of the way and sunset flips Destroyer! One...two...thr...no, Destroyer gets his shoulder up. Both men are up fast. Destroyer with the clothesline, but Fury ducks. Single arm DDT from Frazer Fury! Fury turns it into a payne killer/arm wrencher, prying back on the arm with Destroyer face first on the mat. Destroyer gets his free arm out....he's reaching...reaching. He's got the bottom rope. Fury breaks but starts kicking away at the arm. Frazer lifts Destroyer up and takes him down with a combination hammerlock/body slam, sending all of Destroyer's weight crashing down on his left arm. With Destroyer down, Frazer drags out the left arm and locks on a short arm scissors! Frazer certainly can wrestle. Destroyer is obviously in pain, but he's fighting his way back to his feet! He's got Fury hanging off his left arm! Destroyer is up and slams Fury down to the mat. Destroyer is trying to shake out his left arm as Fury gets back to his feet. Clothesline from Destroyer, sending Fury back to the mat. Destroyer comes off the ropes...big elbow drop, but he's still favouring that left arm. Destroyer lifts Fury up....brainbuster! Fury landed hard. Destroyer with the cover. One...Two...no, kickout. Destroyer goes to the ropes and comes off with a beautiful swinging neckbreaker. Fury is down and Destroyer locks on a reverse chinlock, keeping Fury on the mat, prying on that neck. Fury struggles to slowly crawl over to the ropes, but he makes it and Destroyer breaks. Destroyer whips Fury into the ropes....fireman's buster! Fury's neck is got to be sore now. Cover. One..Two...Thr...no, kickout. Destroyer looks a bit frustrated now. He picks up Fury....Rocker Dropper! Fury landed face-first on that one. Destroyer lifts Fury up again. He's going for a powerbomb! Up and...no, Fury turned it into a rana! Both men are down, but Frazer Fury is rallying. He kicks the fallen Destroyer in the head. Whip into the corner on Destroyer, but Fury is right behind him....nailing him with a dropkick as he bounces out of the corner! Destroyer just got sandwiched! Fury lays out Destroyer with a DDT and now he's going up top. Somersault legdrop! Cover with the leg again...One...Two...Thre...no, Destroyer's foot is on the ropes and the ref sees it. That was close! Fury rolls Destroyer over and applies a hammerlock with his feet (ala Too Cold Scorpio) and falls back! He does it again, further weakening that arm. Fury with the crossface chickenwing, prying on that arm further. Destroyer is fighting back as hard as he can, but Fury has it locked in. Finally, after nearly two minutes, Destroyer manages to get a foot on the ropes, forcing the break, but the damage has been done. Frazer Fury with a snap suplex on Destroyer. He picks up Destroyer and sends him into the ropes. Fury is standing by the far ropes....big back drop, sending Destroyer tumbling to the floor! Ouch...Fury with the slingshot plancha, sending Destroyer crashing to the floor. Frazer Fury can do it all. Frazer's up and he grabs a chair. The ref grabs the chair as well to try to stop him, but Fury wrenches it away. But this distraction was sufficient...Destroyer with a dropkick, sending the chair crashing into Fury's face. Fury has a small cut on his forehead. Destroyer picks up Frazer and suplexes him up, dropping him back first on the guard rail! Frazer tumbles into the crowd, grabbing his back in pain. Destroyer follows him out. He throws Fury finally back into the ring as the ref starts to count both men out. Destroyer follows him in....picks up Fury and it's a pancake piledriver. He rolls Frazer over...One...Two..Th...no, Fury has his shoulder up. Destroyer whips Fury into the ropes, but he comes back with a flying forearm! Both men are down, but Fury struggles over to cover Destroyer. One...Two...Thr...no, shoulder up. Frazer is bleeding from that cut, but he's back up. Suplexes Destroyer over and now a FrazerDriver....he didn't hit it perfectly, but still. Cover...One...Two...Thre...shoulder up? The ref says it was only two. Frazer looks shocked. He bodyslams Destroyer down and goes back up top. He dives off, but Destroyer moves! Both men are slow to get back to their feet. Fury tries a punch, but Destroyer blocks it and nails a punch of his own. He sends Fury into the ropes, clothesline...no, Frazer turned the clothesline into a floating DDT! Fury grabs Destroyer with a double chicken wing...suplexes him over and bridges...One...Two...Thr...no, Destroyer managed to roll a shoulder up. Frazer turns up the offense. He hits a gut-buster on Destroyer, followed by a nice side russian leg sweep. Destroyer is down as Fury hits a springboard legdrop! Fury with the cover. One...Two...Thre...shoulder up. Fury is complaining about the slow counts, yelling at the ref. Frazer knows his business though, and he kicks Destroyer in the head before he can rally. Frazer picks up Destroyer....thumb to the eye! Frazer with the powerbomb! Cover....One..Two..Thr...no, shoulder up. Frazer sends Destroyer into the corner again and goes for a clothesline, but Destroyer grabs him and does a sort of hotshot manuever, dropping Fury face first onto the top turnbuckle. Fury crumples to the mat as Destroyer yells to the crowd to get psyched. Destroyer grabs Fury by the hair and starts punching him...one...two..three..four... Destroyer whips Fury into the ropes...Spinebuster! Cover....One...Two....Thre...no, Fury with the kickout! Both men are exhausted as Destroyer lifts Fury up to the top rope. He climbs up as well, setting for a superplex....But Fury blocks it! Super-gourdbuster from Fury! Both men are out on the mat for the count of four, but Fury is up first, struggling to his feet and hitting a bulldog as Destroyer gets up. Fury drags Destroyer up one more time and sends him into the ropes.....belly-to-belly slam from Fury. Cover....One..Two...Thre....I can't believe it! Destroyer kicked out again. Fury is really yelling at the ref now. He's really unhappy about how these counts have been. Destroyer is up, but Fury sees him. Boot to the gut....Doctor Bomb! One...Two..Th...shoulder up! Both men are up and Fury grabs Destroyer....inverted DDT. Destroyer is down. Fury goes over to the corner and waits to pick his spot. Destroyer slowly gets to his feet.....here comes Fury with his FURY KICK....but no, Destroyer side-steps it at the last second. Destroyer grabs Fury from behind with the tazmission! He's got the tazmission of Fury! Fury is fighting to try and break the hold any way he can. Frazer tries to roll it back into a pin. Cover...One...Two...no, Destroyer rolls it over and locks the tazmission in even tighter, hooking his legs around Fury. Frazer continues to struggle for all he's worth. The ref asks him, but Fury won't give up, but he's helpless. He continues to fight, but eventually he goes down. About a minute later, the ref checks Fury's arm and it goes down three times. The ref calls for the bell, ending the match and giving Destroyer the US title.
WINNER AND NEW US CHAMP: Destroyer via tazmission
SSC: Wow! New champ in a spectacular match.
JLB: I'd like to see them both get hit by a train.
MR: Me too!
JLB: Shut up.
SSC: SNM Finals, next!
SNM FINALS
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Hemlock vs. Texas Assassin w/DDS
The lights focus on the entranceway as we await the first of our two participants in tonights first SNM title match. Texas Assassin is the first man to head down to the ring. He looks very confident and seems to have a bit of an attitude with a few of the fans. A TNN camera is following him and others are situated around the arena to catch to action. He eventually makes it to the ring and starts bouncing on the ropes to loosen himself up. As we watch him do this the lights go dim and ominous horn music can be heard. The lights go to a dark shade of red as Hemlock comes to the ring. The Plague follows him out, but stops at the top of the ramp and then eventually turns around and leaves. Hemlock walks down the aisle at an extremely slow pace keeping his eyes on Texas Assassin the entire time. Hemlock enters the ring and an intense staring contest ensues. The bell rings yet these two continue to stare at each other, neither one backing down. They keep focused as they begin circling each other. Texas Assassin is the first to attack with a double leg take down to get Hemlock off of his feet. TA then quickly hammers Hemlock in the back with a big elbow. This drops Hemlock to his knees giving TA the opportunity to put him in a side headlock. TA has a tight grip on but Hemlock uses his strength to lift him up and hit the Atomic drop. Hemlock sends the stunned TA out of the ring with a standing dropkick. Hemlock stands in the ring looking on as TA struggles to his feet to get back in the ring. Hemlock stays on the offensive by kneeing TA in the gut and hitting a snap suplex. Hemlock lifts TA to his feet and whips him into the corner but misses with a big splash. TA grabs Hemlock by the head and jumps out of the ring snapping his throat down across the top rope. TA quickly gets into the ring and drops a hard elbow on the neck of Hemlock. TA goes for the cover...ONE..TW...KICK OUT!! Texas Assassin, still working on the neck, whips Hemlock but Hemlock reverses it sending TA into the ropes. Hemlock goes for a backbody dropbut gets dropped with a swinging neck breaker instead. TA now starts choking Hemlock only to break at the four count. TA gets onto the top turnbuckle and flies into Hemlock with a cross body block. Hemlock uses the momentum to reverse it and place himself on top of TA for the cover...ONE...TWO...KICK OUT!!!! Now it is Hemlock that goes for the choke holds, and shortly after that a big punce to the mouth to leave TA lying on the mat. Hemlock lifts him to his feet and scoops him up for a slam. He then goes off the ropes and comes back with a leg drop. TA rolls away and begins to get to his feet. Hemlock is up first and throws TA headfirst over the top rope. He then climps the ropes and perches himself high above the ring. All of a sudden WHAM!!!!!! The big man just through himself off the ropes sending TA, as well as his self, hard into the guardrail. Hemlock starts slamming TA's head into the guardrail as the fans slap and pull at both of their bodies. Hemlock picks up TA and bodyslams right on top of the steel steps. Hemlock climbs into the ring as TA is left holding his back, writhing in pain. TA eventually makes it into the ring but is met with a roundhouse punch that knocks him back ito the corner. Hemlock climbs up on TA's body and starts punchinfg him in the top of the head while the crowd counts along with him...ONE....TWO...THREE....FOUR....FIVE.....SIX....SEVEN....EIGHT.....wait...all of a sudden TA gets his footing; grabs Hemlock's legs and slams him neck first on the mat. TA leans against the corner to give himself a breather while Hemlock lie motionless on the mat. TA gets to the second turnbuckle and hits a nasty guillotine leg drop. He then goes for the pin....ONE...TWO....THRE....SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME!!!!!!! TA is now going for it all, he climbs the ropes and prepares himself for a splash off the top rope. He jumps off the ropes and.......hits it. He just hit a splash off the top rope..this is it.....ONE....TWO....THR....NO.....KICK OUT BY HEMLOCK, THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!!!! TA is now getting unbelievably frustrated at this point, he lifts Hemlock to his feet and attempts a suplex but it is blocked and reversed. Hemlock places his arm on his fallen opponent for a cover...ONE...TWO...THR.....SHOULDER UP!!!! Hemlock and TA lie helplessly on the mat beside each other. The ref starts to count...ONE.....TWO........THREE......FOUR.....FIVE.......SIX.....SEVEN.....TA begins to get up with Hemlock shortly following him. TA goes after Hemlock but gets a boot in the stomach instead. Hemlock grabs TA and BOOM!!!!!!!! HE HIT THE VENOMPLEX AND GOES FOR THE COVER.....ONE.....TWO.....THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEMLOCK WINS....HEMLOCK WINS THE FIRST EVER SNM TITLE!!!!!! Both men lie on the mat completely motionless. The Plague comes marching down to ringside to help Hemlock back to the ring. Hemlock grabs the belt and walks back to the locker room. Not once celebrating this hard fought win. TA eventually comes to and heads back to the locker room as well.
WINNER AND FIRST SNM CHAMP: Hemlock via Venomplex
SSC: Another great match, congrats to Hemlock on his SNM win.
JLB: TA just wore him out so we could eliminate his stinky arse.
SSC: That's right folks, it's time for the single most important match in SEWF history. It's for the whole enchilada, control of the SEWF. Go Plague!
JLB: PTD has this one in the bag. Just watch.
CONTROL OF SEWF
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Plague vs. PTD
*The PTD music begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd stands up and begins booing. From behind the curtain, Kezmaniac and DRI appear, and then Caladan Moore and Christina. However, Chapel is nowhere to be seen. The three men and the one lovely lady make their way to the ring, and then Caladan grabs the mike.*
Caladan- "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special announcement to make. First of all, we, the PTD, would like to send our best wishes to Chapel who is recovering form injuries sustained at LOST CONTROL and will be unable to wrestle tonight. Now, we thought long and hard about who should replace Chapel in this match. After looking over our roster, we decided that we would give you fans a treat tonight. Tonight, our fourth member will be the latest PTD recruit.
*At this, the fans begin booing again and the PTD music's volume goes up a notch*
Caladan- "So without further ado, please welcome, "Stonewall" Mike Mauler!!"
*Mauler appears from behind the curtain, and walks cockily down the aisle, ignoring the fans' remarks. He gets to the ring, and slaps hands with Caladan, Kezmaniac, and DRI, and the four men begin bouncing off of the ropes, gettin ready for the match.*
*All of a sudden, the lights go off and the arena is plunged into total darkness!!! The pro-SEWF crowd gets to its feet and starts screaming in anticipation of what is to come next. Ominous bass horn music begins to play over the PA, and the crowd starts going crazy. Then, the lights come back on to reveal the Plague's team standing in the ring. Sampson, Void, Kuro Kazuya, and Hemlock are all staring with hate filled eyes at the PTD team, which has huddled together in a corner.*
*The ref gingerly goes up to each team to announce the rules, which are the same as at the pay-per-view. There can be one man in the ring at a time from each team, but tags are allowed. Once a man is pinned, he is eliminated from the match, and someone else from his team must come in to take his place. There are count-outs and disqualifications, and the team which has all of its members eliminated is the losing team.*
*With that, the two teams discuss who will start the match off. Apparently Caladan has convinced the PTD team to allow him to start it off, for the other three men get out onto the apron, and Christina kisses him before taking a ringside seat. After watching this with emotionless eyes, Kazuya, Hemlock, and Void all step out of the ring to leave Sampson in there to start the match off. The ref signals for the bell, and the match for control of the SEWF is underway!!!!!!!!*
Sampson and Caladan circle each other looking for an opening, and then they lock-up. Sampson, with his superior strength, gains the advantage with a headlock. Caladan sends him into the ropes, and on the way back, Sampson hits hits him with a powerful shoulderblock that sends Caladan crashing to the mat. Sampson then stands there, staring at Caladan who slowly gets to his feet. Caladan doesn't appear intimidated, though, for he quickly charges at Sampson and hits him with a shoulderblock that sends Sampson stumbling backwards, but Sampson remains on his feet. Caladan follows up with another charge, but Sampson ducks, and Caladan hits the ropes. Sampson ducks dow to give Caladan a back body drop, but Caladan pulls up short and knees Sampson in the face. Sampson, now staggered, is easy prey for a Caladan clothesline that drops Sampson to the mat. Pressing his advantage, Caladan lifts Sampson to his feet, and drops him with a big bodyslam. Caladan then lifts Sampson to his feet again, pulls him over ot the corner, and delivers a running bulldog. Sampson's head hits the mat hard, and Caladan covers him and the ref counts, one.., two.., kick-out. Caladan drags Sampson over to the PTD corner, and tags in DRI. Then, while Caladan holds Sampson in a full nelson, DRI delivers a big overhand chop to the chest that sends Sampson reeling. Caladan leaves the ring, and DRI begins to use his huge size to his advantage. He wraps Sampson up in a crushing bearhug, and Sampson yells in pain as his ribs start to compress. However, Sampson vehemently refuses to submit, and gets out of the hold with a clap to both ears of DRI. As Sampson staggers backward, DRI drops him with a huge clothesline, and then falls on Sampson for the cover, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thr- kickout. DRI then lifts Sampson to his feet, but Sampson hits DRI in the stomach with a powerful punch that knocks the wind out of DRI. As Sampson struggles to his feet, DRI is bent over, trying to regain his breath. Sampson then somehow lifts DRI's huge bulk into the air, and turns him upside down. Sampson then delivers the RUNNING TOMBSTONE, and covers DRI, and the ref counts, one.., two.., three. (SAMPSON ELIMINATES DRI VIA RUNNING TOMBSTONE). It takes three referees to drag DRI out of the ring, and help him back to the locker-room, and the match continues. Meanwhile "Stonewall" Mike Mauler has rushed into the ring for the PTD team, and is unloading on Sampson with a series of rapid fire puches and kicks. Sampson is staggering backwards under the barrage of blows, but then he manages to escape the Plague's corner, and tags in Hemlock. Hemlock gets in the ring, and stares down Mauler. Then, Mauler charges at Hemlock, but Hemlock dodges and snaps off an arm-drag take down. Mauler leaps to his feet and tries another charge, but Hemlock counters with a hip-toss that sends Mauler sailing across the ring. Hemlock then advances toward Mauler, and knees him in the stomach. As Mauler doubles over, Hemlock gives him a gut- wrench tilt-a-whirl suplex. Mauler hits the mat hard, and Hemlock presses the advantage. Hemlock lifts Mauler up, and gives him a devastating tiger bomb, and covers Mauler, and the ref counts, one.., two..,thr- kickout. Hemlock then drags Mauler over to the Plague corner and tags in Void. Void leaps to the top rope, and hits a full flip into a dropkick!! Then, Void lifts the woozy Mauler to his feet and climbs to the top rope again. From there, he leaps a connects with a top rope rana into the pin and the ref counts, one.., two.., thre- shoulder-up. Void continues his one-man aerial show as the capacity crowd is on their feet. Void delivers a handspring-dropkick combo, followed up by a 360 degrees splash off of the ropes! Then, as Mauler lies motionless in the middle of the ring, Void climbs up top. Void leaps, and attempts a 450 degree splash, but Mauler rolls out of the way!! Void hits hard, and is in a lot of pain. Mauler crawls over to the PTD corner, and tags in Kezmaniac, who comes in and begins to stomp on the fallen oid. Kezmaniac, seeing that Void is in no shape to fight back, lifts Void to his feet. Then, Kezmaniac delivers the T-BONE KEZMANIACPLEX, and Void is laid out on the mat. Kezmaniac casually walks over to him, and applies the KEZMANIACMISSION, and Void quickly taps out. (KEZMANIAC ELIMINATES VOID VIA KEZMANIACMISSION) Void is removed from the ring, and Sampson gets back in to face Kezmaniac. Kezmaniac quickly takes advantage of Sampson's fatigue from his earlier participation with a couple of chinlock variations that wear Sampson down. Kezmaniac then goes for a bodyslam, but Sampson blocks it and rolls Kezmaniac up, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thr- kickout. Kezmaniac quickly stomps on Sampson to ensure that he won't get a quick win. Kezmaniac then drags Sampson over to the PTD corner, and tags Caladan in. Caladan comes in and immediately goes to work on Sampson's upper body, punishing him with back-to- back-to-back vertical suplexes. Sampson is thrashing in pain on the ground, and Caladan continues his relentless attack. He lifts Sampson up, and delivers a crushing backbreaker, and follows that up with another. Then, Caladan gives Sampson an atomic drop that sends him stumbling face first into the turnbuckles. Sampson. Staggers backwards right into Caladan's grasp, and Caladan gives him a big side suplex. Caladan then covers Sampson, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thre- shoulder up. Caladan then drags Sampson over to the PTD corner and tags in Mauler. Mauler wastes no time, as he hoists Sampson up over his shoulder, and delivers a big running powerslam. Sampson appears to be out, as Mauler covers him, and the ref counts, one.., two.., three. ("STONEWALL" MIKE MAULER ELIMINATES SAMPSON VIA RUNNING POWERSLAM) As Sampson is being removed from the ring, Kuro Kazuya enters the ring for the first time. Mauler does not appear impressed by Kazuya's awesome size, and Mauler goes right at him. Mauler charges at Kazuya and hits him with a big clothesline. Kazuya just stands there, his expression not changing. Mauler, backs away, looking confused, and then tries it again. Again, Kazuya totally ignores the clothesline, staring into Mauler's eyes the whole time. Then, Kazuya's deranged eye begins to spin crazily around in its socket, and Mauler turns white at the sight of the 7'5" 450 lb. man with the spinning eye. Mauler slowly backs away, and in one last courageous attempt, charges at Kazuya. This time, Kazuya reaches his hand out and stops Mauler dead in his tracks by grabbing his skull. Mauler begins to scream as Kazuya applies unbelievable pressure to Mauler's skull. Then, Kazuya slowly lifts Mauler off the ground, until Kazuya's arm is fully extended upward, holding Mauler in the air by his skull. Then, just like that, Kazuya's eye stops spinning, and Mauler stops screaming for a moment to look at Kazuya in confusion. Kazuya then drives Mauler's head into the mat from a height of 10 feet in the air!!!! That's the KURO-JIN!!!! But Kazuya does not stop with one. As is his custom, he lifts the unconscious Mauler up and delivers two more KURO-JINs before placing one foot on him for the cover, as the ref counts, one.., two.., three. (KURO KAZUYA ELIMINATES "STONEWALL" MIKE MAULER VIA 3 KURO-JINS) Mauler's unconscious body is dragged fomr the ring, and Kezmaniac reluctantly steps into the ring with Kazuya. The two men square off, and then Kezmaniac shrugs as if to say, "why not". Kezmaniac then kicks Kazuya directly in the knee- cap. Kazuya does not make a sound, but grabs his knee. Kezmaniac then kicks Kazuya's other kneecap too, and Kazuya grabs onto the ropes to support himself. Kezmaniac continues to kick at the knees of Kazuya, until the big man knocks him backward with a slap. Kezmaniac stumbles backward, and Kazuya tries to stand up. But Kazuya's knees buckle, and as he is about to fall down, Kezmaniac rushes toward him, and rolls him up, and hooks Kazuya's tights. But the ref doesn't see that, for he is too busy counting, one.., two.., three. (KEZMANIAC ELIMINATES KURO KAZUYA IA ROLL-UP WITH HOOKED TIGHTS) 5 More referees are called in from the dressing room to help the massive Kazuya get back to the locker room. Meanwhile, Hemlock has stepped into the ring as the final Plague representative, squaring off against the two remaining PTD representatives; Kezmaniac and Caladan Moore. Hemlock stares at Kezmaniac, his oldest and perhaps most hated adversary. The two circle each other, trading insults and epithets, and then they lock horns. Hemlock gains the early advantage with a chop to the chest, followed up by another, and another, as he backs Kezmaniac into a corner. Then, Hemlock pins Kezmaniac against the corner, he climbs up to the second turnbuckle and begins to unload on Kezmaniac. The fans begin to count, 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8.. but then Kezmaniac pulls Hemlock down by his tights, and gives him an inverted atomic drop. Kezmaniac follows this up with a big clothesline that sends Hemlock crashing to the mat. Kezmaniac falls on Hemlock for the cover, and the ref counts, one.., two.., kick-out. Kezmaniac quickly applies a chinlock, trying to wear Hemlock down, and it appears to be working, as Hemlock is breathing heavily. Eventually, Hemlock gets to the ropes to break the hold, but Kezmaniac keeps right on him with a kneelift that sends Hemlock crashing to the mat. Hemlock struggles to his feet, and Kezmaniac stands aside, laughing then, Kezmianiac moves in and applies the KEZMISSION!!! The crowd gasps, as emlock struggles valiantly, refusing to give up, but he is slowly fading into unconsciousness as he sinks to his knees. Kezmaniac cinches the hold tighter, and the ref moves in. He raises Hemlock's arm once... and it falls. The ref raises the arm again... and it falls. The ref raises the arm one final time... and it fal- No!!!!!!!! Hemlock is lifting the arm back up!!! Kezmaniac can't believe it, and the crowd is going wild!! Hemlock elbows Kezmaniac once.. twice.. three times, and Kezmaniac lets go!! Hemlock, feelijng the adrenaline, hits the ropes, and drops Kezmaniac with a huge clothesline. Kezmaniac goes down hard, and then is quickly pulled to his feet by Hemlock only to be dropped by a big bodyslam. Hemlock then lifts Kezmaniac to his feet, and lifts him up and delivers a double-underhook faceslam. Kezmaniac is on his stomach, and Hemlock sits on Kezmaniac's back, and pulls his chin upward and backward, in a version of the camel clutch. That's the POISONING!!!! Kezmaniac tries to hold out, but taps out after a few more seconds. (HEMLOCK ELIMINATES KEZMANIAC VIA POISONING) Now, only Hemlock and Caladan are left in the ring. The two men stare silently at each other, and the crowd starts to quiet down uneasily. There is a feeling running throughout the enitre audience that something is about to erupt, and the entire arena is silent. Then, simultaneously, Hemlock and Caladan let out primal screams and charge at each other!!! They crash together in the middle of the ring, and they both go down hard, but it looks like Caladan got the worst of it. Hemlock shakes his head, to clear it, and then begins his attack. He lifts Caladan to his feet, and delivers a big double-underhook suplex that sends Caladan crashing hard to the mat. Hemlock then lifts Caladan up again, and backs him into the turnbuckle, and then whips Caladan into the oppposite turnbuckle. Caladan hits hard, and comes staggering back to be met by a big back-drop from Hemlock. Hemlock is now feeling the adrenaline pumping once again, as the crowd rallies behind him. Hemlock lifts Caladan to his feet, and delivers a swining neckbreaker, and then covers Caladan and the ref counts, one.., two.., kick-out. Hemlock then lifts up Caladan, backs him into the ropes, and then backs away. With a running start, Hemlock clotheslines Caladan up over the top rope! But Caladan grabs onto hemlock, so he falls over the top as well. Both men are on the floor outside the ring, and the referee begins the ten-count, 1.., 2.., Hemlock struggles to his feet, and lifts Caladan up as well, 3.., 4.., Hemlock tries for a bodyslam, but Caladan blocks his attempt, 5.., Caladan lifts Hemlock up and bodyslams him onto the arena floor!! 6.., 7.., Caladan lifts up Hemlock, who is in a lot of pain, 8.., and rolls him into the ring, and then climbs in himself. Hemlock is thrashing around on the mat, obviously in a great deal of pain after being slammed to the arena floor. Caladan takes advantage of Hemlock's condition with the quick cover, and the ref counts, one.., two.., th- kickout. Caladan then bodyslams Hemlock to the mat inside of the ring, and then climbs up to the top rope. Caladan leaps and connects with a big elbow drop. He covers Hemlock, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thr-shoulder up. Caladan then lifts the wobbly Hemlock to his feet, and somehow finds the energy to deliver a huge powerbomb. Hemlock hits hard, and he appears to be out of it. But that move took a lot out of Caladan as well, and he doesn't have the energy to hook hemlock's legs as he makes the cover, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thre- kickout. Hemlock barely kicked out of that pin. Caladan now knows that it's time to put the match away, and he stands the woozy Hemlock in the center of the ring. Caladan then runs off the ropes behind Hemlock and as Caladan passes Hemlock from behind, he reaches out and leaps for a PERFECT MOVE!!!!!!!! But Hemlock somehow manages to keep himself standing up, and Caladan is unable to complete the manuever, and he finds himself landing on his feet with his back to Hemlock!!! Hemlock grabs Caladan from behind around the waist, and delivers a VENOMPLEX and bridges into the pin, and the ref counts, one.., two.., three!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (HEMLOCK ELIMINATES CALADAN MOORE VIA VENOMPLEX) It's over!!! It's over!!! The Plague has won!! The Plague has won!!
WINNERS: Plague via survivors
*The crowd is on their feet, as Kuro Kazuya, Sampson, Void, Poison, Cyanide, and Nomad all come rushing from the back to gather around Hemlock in celebration!!! Meanwhile, many SEWF wrestlers have poured out of the locker room and are rushing toward the ring to congratulate the Plague. Spyder, Texas Assassin, Jameson Spleen, Supernova, Devyn Stryker, and others have all put their personal differences with the Plague aside to come out in support of their huge win over the PTD. But all of a sudden, the lights go out!!! The ominous horn music plays, and when the lights come back on, the Plague is standing in the ring with a microphone, looking out at all the wrestlers who showed up to support them. Then, they begin to speak.*
Hemlock- "What is this? All of a sudden you accept us? Merely because we have beaten the PTD?"
Kazuya- "No, it does not work that way. We have been teased with the idea of acceptance for so long. To have it thrown back in our faces.
Sampson- Not like this, no. The pain, the suffering cannot be assuaged... EVER.
Void- And acceptance cannot be won... EVER.
Hemlock- SEWF, we share a common goal in the elimination of the PTD. We are not the same, and we never will be.
Kazuya- Things are different now, though. We beat PTD, we are in control. Now, it we who will choose whether or not to accept you.
Poison- Now, it is the rejected who have the power, the control, something that we have never had.
Hemlock- All of you who thought that you could come out and convince us that we are accepted, YOU STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!
Kazuya- But we will make you understand. Tonight, we reached the Ultimate Solution, but our task is not done yet.
Sampson- The Plague will continue to spread until it affects you all!!
Void- So go home tonight, and lie in your beds, and be happy that the PTD is no longer in control.
Nomad- But no sleep will come, for now you must think to yourselves, at what cost was the PTD eliminated.
Hemlock- And before we continue onto other matters, as you lie awake in bed tonight, think about how you thought we could be swayed by compassion, or even friendship, and now realize how much those words hurt us in the past. Those words mean nothing to us anymore, and our acceptance will never be!!
Kazuya: But now...we have a bit of a surprise, for you all, something else to think about as you lie there with your eyes wide open in your beds.
Hemlock: A new symptom of the Plague, incarnated here tonight
Kazuya: Another joins our ranks. Meet the one of no dreams, the one whose worst nightmares are his own life, the next who is ready to take his agony out on people like yourselves.
*The arena grows silent, and becomes suddenly, entirely black. An ultra-white burst of light makes the arena blindingly bright for a moment, and a lone figure comes out of the back. A beautiful woman, in a long evening gown, green in color. Her hair is a flaming red, and her eyes the blue of the ocean.*
Kazuya: Insomnia.
*With that, the ultra-bright flash of white happens once more. A man in a white mask, with black slits in it, emerges from the back, falling into step with the woman. They finally reach the ring, and as they step in, the blinding light flashes once more. The woman takes the mic from Kazuya.*
Woman: I am Pandora, and the man you see before you, is the one known as Insomnia. After seeing what he will surely do to many of you, I believe that you shall also see...many...sleepless nights...
Insomnia: Fragments of a dream...a killer, knife glinting with light in hishand, stabbing your family...falling from a tall building...nightmares becoming a reality. Blurring the lines between the real...and the surreal. Many of you dream of pain..I live through and with pain...I have no dreams..I have no past..do I have a present? Yes, but it is fading already. I've only a future...and my future foretells the dawning of new empires, the fall of old empires, and much bloodloss. The new empire..is the Plague.
*With that, Insomnia drops the mic to the ground. He and his valet, Pandora, mingle in with the Plague. After a moment, all the lights go out again, and the bass horn music plays one more time!! Then, the music shuts off, and the lights come back on to reveal an empty ring!! The Plague has vanished!! All of the SEWF wrestlers who came out to support the Plague start muttering amongst themselves in confusion and awe, and the crowd does the same.*
SSC: Peculiar ending to a great great night! JLB, looks like you're history, and you can take Musty with ya. For Matt Hammer and the real Prez. Shaw this is Stylin' Steve Chen signing off!
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