[DIAMOND LOU]:And already in the ring he is Chris Wrightttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt...................
[The fans react indifferently to Wright obviously not overly enamored with his work rate as of late.]
[DIAMOND LOU]: And his opponent� originally hailing from Dallas, TX and
weighing in at two hundred and thirty-four pounds, he is �The Revolution��.
Shawn Andrews!!!!
[The capacity crowd in the arena stand to their feet and look towards
the entrance ramp as they anticipate the arrival of the Hardcore Madman.
The ominous ringing of a funeral bell tolls, as smoke from fog machines
underneath both sides of the entrance platform begins shooting up
towards the entrance as the crushingly heavy, yet melodic guitars of Black
Label Society�s �Life / Birth / Blood / Doom� begins to shake the
arena.]
[The CSWAtron lights up with the image of smoke and fire coming up from
the bottom of the screen as in the center slowly the image of an aura
of green and blue light surrounding the shadow of a man as he walks
through the fire appears on the screen.]
[MCCOY]: Here comes Shawn Andrews making his official in ring debut
with the CSWA and his first match back in over a year.
[PAGE]: I can�t wait, this is gonna be great.
## Fields of death, the rotted womb ##
## Hatred, chainsaw, the blessed doom ##
## In the end, son, I was once like you ##
## The ashes that fly, the skin which burns ##
## Kill all you can, refuse to learn ##
## In the end, son, I was once like you ##
[The flames engulf the shadow figure on the CSWAtron as he lifts up his arms almost soaking in the blessed inferno. At the same time on the stage, which is now engulfed in fog the figure of a man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt can be seen, silhouette only as his face is hidden in the shadows.]
## Life, birth, blood, doom ##
## The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon ##
## Life, birth, blood, doom ##
## The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon ##
## Life, birth, blood, doom ##
## The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon ##
## Life, birth, blood, doom ##
## The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon ##
[Engulfed in smoke, Shawn Andrews steps out to the front of the ramp to
a mixed reaction of cheers as well as boos from the crowd. Shawn is
wearing a pair of black jeans, black Doc Martin steel toed boots and a
zipped up black hooded sweatshirt. He gets to the ring and walks around it
with his eyes set coldly on his opponent. After circling the ring
completely he gets to the steel ramp and removes the hood, revealing his now
short spiked brown hair. He unzips the hooded sweatshirt and tosses it
to a ring attendent, underneath he is wearing a black long sleeve tee
shirt with the Hardcore Madman logo made out to look like the Harley
Davidson logo. Shawn spits a wad of phlegm onto the ground below before
stepping into the ring between the top and middle ropes, eyes focused on
his opponent.]
[PAGE]: This is sure to be a clash to be remembered Russ.
[MCCOY]: Oh shut up Eddie. You just know Shawn Andrews is going to destroy Wright. He�ll make what he did to
that walrus Cyprus look like child�s play.
[PAGE]: You�re right. Andrews is one helluva, helluva competitor!
[DING DING]
[Andrews and Wright square off, sizing one another up before coming together in a collar and elbow tie-up.]
[PAGE]: Andrews and Wright in a tie-up. Wright slips behind Andrews and locks him up in a hammerlock.
[MCCOY]: I told you that Andrews had a bit of ring rust, that�s all this is.
[Andrews tries to turn right and then left, Wright holds on tight.]
[PAGE]: Andrews is still trapped in that hammerlock, he�s fighting to get out of it rather unsuccessfully.
[MCCOY]: He's just biding his time.
[PAGE]: Andrews slips behind Wright now, Wright now on the wrong end of the hammerlock.
[The fans are booing Andrews, Wright is fighting to get out of the lock.]
[PAGE]: Andrews now slides his hand up around Wright's neck in a modified chicken-wing...TRADITION-PLEX!
TRADITION-PLEX!!!
[MCCOY]: I told you Eddie.
[The fans boo Andrews who is quickly back to his feet. Wright is holding his head as he struggles back to his feet.]
[PAGE]: Andrews coming over to Wright now, dropping an axhandle across the upper back of Wright. Wright is still
standing, he elbows Andrews in the midsection!
[MCCOY]: Shawn is just toying with this peon. Remember how Shawn beat the living hell out of Adam X?
[PAGE]: Wright drops Andrews over the top rope. Listen to these fans! Russ I believe Adam X won that match.
[MCCOY]: Nonsense! Andrews won that match!
[Andrews is slow back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs out. Wright is running towards the ropes from the far ropes...]
[PAGE]: OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!!! TWISTING PLANCHA BY WRIGHT ON ANDREWS!!!
[The crowd goes insane as Wright and Andrews crash to the floor.]
[MCCOY]: That was a stupid move.
[PAGE]: That was amazing! Wright and Andrews are both down but Wright is making it clear that he hasn't given up!
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[MCCOY]: It'll take a lot more than that to keep Andrews on the mat.
[Wright and Andrews both stumble to their feet at the same time. Both men begin exchanging hard shots. The crowd is
still on their feet.]
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[PAGE]: What hard shots from Andrews and Wright!
[MCCOY]: Andrews is getting the upper hand here.
[PAGE]: Andrews' background as a shootfighter is showing through here.
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[Andrews lands a hard shot that drops Wright. Andrews keeps right on Wright.]
[PAGE]: Andrews laying into Wright with hard right hands! I think he busted Wright open!
[MCCOY]: Reminds me of Pitfighter when Andrews...
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[Andrews stands up and sneers at the announces before spitting a wad of phlegm onto the mat and rolling Wright back into the
ring.]
[PAGE]: Both men back into the ring now. Andrews drags Wright to his feet and whips him into the corner hard.
[MCCOY]: He's the hardcore madman and he's going to write off Chris Wright.
[The crowd is booing like no tomorrow.]
[PAGE]: What is Andrews doing now?
[Andrews is standing in the corner opposite Wright. Wright is bleeding like a stuck pig. Andrews peels the padding off the turnbuckle
and turns and charges at Wright...]
[PAGE]: WRIGHT GOT HIS FOOT UP AND ANDREWS STAGGERS BACK! ANDREWS CHARGES AGAIN!
[MCCOY]: GET HIM SHAWN!
[PAGE]: Wright leaps over Andrews attempted spear and rolls him up!
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[PAGE]: ONNNE!!!
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[PAGE]: TW...NO ANDREWS KICKED OUT! ANDREWS KICKED OUT!
[MCCOY]: Did you expect anything less from a great competitor like Shawn?
[PAGE]: Both men are back on their feet. Andrews applies a sideheadlock to Wright.
[Wright drops Andrews on his head with a back suplex.]
[PAGE]: Back suplex on Andrews. Andrews is looking a little rusty out there!
[MCCOY]: Yes but even Nighthawk had that and look at him now!
[The fans are solidly behind Chris Wright and quite happy at the way the match is going.]
[PAGE]: Wright can hardly see, he wipes the blood from his eyes as he pulls Andrews up. Front facelock from Wright.
[MCCOY]: Andrews has something planned, I can feel it.
[PAGE]: Wright goes for a vertical suplex but Andrews blocks it and nails Wright with one of his own and floats over!
[The crowd boos the counter by Shawn Andrews as the ref counts.]
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[PAGE]: ONNNE!!!
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[PAGE]: TWWWO!!!
[PAGE]: KICKOUT BY WRIGHT! KICKOUT BY WRIGHT!
[Andrews angrily rolls back to his feet, he grabs a fistful of Wright's hair and drags him over to the corner.]
[PAGE]: Andrews is going to use that exposed turnbuckle on Wright! OH NO!
[Andrews pounds Wright's face into the turnbuckle over and over again. The crowd is booing him relentlessly.]
[MCCOY]: Way to go Shawn. Show him what a deathmatch champion is made of!
[PAGE]: Andrews is an incredible man, coming back after a deadly ailment. Andrews nails Wright with a gutwrench suplex!
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[PAGE]: ONNNE!!!
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[PAGE]: TWWWO!!!
[PAGE]: WHAT!?! Andrews pulled Wright up! I can't believe it!
[Andrews gets back up, the crowd is really letting him have it. Andrews drags Wright to his feet and locks him in an inverted
facelock.]
[PAGE]: HE'S GOING FOR THE FBD! FBD!
[MCCOY]: Calm down.
[Wright spins inside and goes for a northern lights suplex but Andrews blocks it. Andrews kicks Wright in the midsection and
goes for a gutwrench but Wright blocks it. Wright pushes Andrews back.]
[PAGE]: What an exchange! Andrews charges...NO! Wright lifts him up into the air...OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!!!
Wright dropped Andrews face first on that exposed turnbuckle! Andrews is busted wide open now! I don't know how Wright is
still standing.
[MCCOY]: He isn't!
[Wright stumbles and is being kept up by the top rope. Andrews meanwhile is using the ropes to climb to his feet. The crowd is
cheering both men for such a show.]
[PAGE]: Andrews does not look happy. Wright turns right into a vicious clothesline from Andrews.
[MCCOY]: Andrews is locking in that Texas Cloverleaf to perfection!
[PAGE]: That he is Russ...hey how did you...
[MCCOY]: I know the moves Eddie, I'm not completely incapable of calling a match.
[Wright's face is etched in pain. Andrews is really cinching in the lock. Wright is struggling towards the ropes but Andrews is
doing his best to not allow him to.]
[PAGE]: Wright is refusing to give up. Wright is giving it his all to get to the ropes. Listen to the crowd cheering him on.
[MCCOY]: It's a matter of time.
[PAGE]: WRIGHT MADE IT! WRIGHT MADE IT! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!
[The crowd is indeed on their feet cheering Wright. Andrews is already preparing for his next strike. Wright, is trying to shake off the
pain on the mat.]
[PAGE]: Andrews is just waiting for Wright. I think Andrews smells blood.
[MCCOY]: That's because Wright is bleeding all over the joint.
[PAGE]: Andrews himself is bleeding pretty badly himself.
[Andrews drops an axhandle on Wright. Wright still makes it to his feet.]
[PAGE]: Wright is making a valiant effort here folks, but I think the vetran is too much for him.
[MCCOY]: That's right.
[PAGE]: Stiff left hand from Andrews, a kick to the midsection..FBD! FBD!!!
[MCCOY]: IT'S OVER!
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[PAGE]: ONNNE!!!
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[PAGE]: TWWWO!!!
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[PAGE}: THR...NO! WRIGHT GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE! HE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!
[MCCOY]: I can't believe this! What a moron!
[The crowd is going crazy. Andrews can't believe it. Andrews grabs Wright by the hair and drops him with a second FBD.]
[PAGE]: FBD! FBD! FBD!!!
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[PAGE]: ONNNE!!!
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[PAGE]: TWWWO!!!
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[PAGE]: THREE!!! ANDREWS HAS DONE IT!
[DIAMOND LOU]: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AT 7:54...THE REVOLLLLLLLLLLLLUTION...SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN
ANDREEEEEEEEEEEEWS!!!
[Andrews snatches his hand from the referee that was raising his arm, Andrews spits a wad
of phlegm on the ground and heads to the back.]
[PAGE]: WHAT A MATCH FOLKS! We'll be right back!
[Fade to a commercial for the best of the CAL featuring Alex Flare, Rob Brimestone and MaCe]