[The arena lights begin to flicker as the snare and bass drum rolls at the start of Rage Against The Machine�s �Snakecharmer� blasts through the speakers followed by the rapping of Zach de la Rocha.]

[PAGE]: Here he comes, Serpiente Americano.

## Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home ##
## With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer ##
## Silent in error and vocal in spotlights ##
## Lying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid ##
## Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes! ##
## Oh greed oh yes ##

[Red and Black pillars of smoke rise up from each side of the stage as red spotlights start shining down. On the CSWAtron screen black and white footage is shown of Serpiente Americano flying off the top rope with a Somersault Body Press Suicida. Everything is in black and white, except there is a red glow around the masked luchador.]

## Yeah! ##
## Yeah! ##
## Yeah! ##
## Yeah! ##

[The CSWAtron screen continues with more black and white footage of Serpiente Americano this time locking on a Elevated Inverted Indian Deathlock Leg Lock on an unsuspecting opponent, once again the luchador is surrounded by a glowing red aura. As this is playing underneath the screen Murray Monroe with his yellow-crooked-snaggle-toothed grin and wearing a black and white trucker-style CSWA baseball cap; a wrinkled and sweat-stained black Polo-style shirt with CSWA screen printed in red letters over the left side of his chest; wrinkled black referee-style pants; dirty black referee-style shoes, comes strutting down the stage heading towards the announce table. Murray snatches the mic from Lou.]

[PAGE]: Here comes Murray Monroe, what a character this guy is.

[MONROE]: Weighing in at 230 pounds...SERPIIIIIIIIIIIIIENTE AMERICANOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

## Your frienship is a fog ##
## That disappears when the wind redirects ##

## You! ##
## Yes you! ##

[Murray stops mid aisle and looks back at the stage and CSWAtron where a new array of red and black sparkling pyro comes shooting from the sides of the stage where jumping out through the air in a see of fog, like a comic book superhero, the masked luchador Serpiente Americano comes flying. Serpiente Americano gracefully lands on his feet after flying down from his high jump through the fog and looks up to the sky, with his hands on his hips in the classic superhero pose.

[PAGE]: I have to say this is quite an elaborate entrance for a newcomer like this, lets see if he can live up to his billing.

## Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine ##
## And you gotta make it where? ##
## To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell ##

## An empty dream ##
## A selfish, horrific vision ##
## Passed on like the deadliest of viruses ##
## Crushing you and your naive profession ##

[The camera closes in on Serpiente Americano who is posing like a superhero on the stage. The young grappler has a well-chiseled physique and appears to be in tiptop physical condition. His bronzed tanned skin, is freshly greased up and is glistening in the arena lights. He is wearing his trademark Red and black Leather-wrestling pants with snakeskin pattern, like that of a coral snake. Black wrestling boots and a red/and black snakeskin-style wrestling mask. The camera zooms in close to his mask to show his snake eye effect, via contact lenses.]

[After posing for a few moments, Serpiente Americano races down the ramp past Monroe and jumps onto the ring apron, he then hops over the top rope and hops around in the corner getting ready for the match to start, meanwhile Murray Monroe is standing outside the ring, urging the fans to cheer for Serpiente. He then takes up a position at the announce table, carrying Quinn Tate's gravity championship proudly.]

[MONROE]: THAT'S RIGHT DADDY! SERPIENTE AMERICANO IS IN DA HOUSE!

#Now has come the day that I take the lead and I make you follow.
Toast the champion cause I came for greed and not for tomorrow.
If it feels good then it feels good and I do it all day.
You want me to play you best bring your brain, you best bring your money.
Make me a superstar.
No matter who you are.#

[The opening lyrics of �Superstar� by Saliva. The crowd in the CSWA arena begins cheering, leave for a few boos from the heel fans, as the blaring guitars and hard drum beats make their way through the PA system.]

[MONROE]: Weighing in at 197 pounds from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK...YOUR GRAVITY CHAMPION... THE EVOLUTION OF EXECUTION...QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIN TATE!!!

#Razorblade and lines and I walk the line without feeling no one.
Damn my throat is dry, I can't taste the wine from these empty bottles.
Films and magazines its all what I need and all what I planned on.
Where's my limousine.
It's just a dream that I won't wake up from.
Make me a superstar.
It don't matter who you are.#

[The CSWAtron goes black and the screen appears to begin oozing blood. The blood forms the letters of the name Quinn Tate. Red and white pyro goes off all around the entrance way.]

#Make me a superstar.
No matter who you are.#

[Quinn steps through the smoke of the pyro. The crowd begins to cheer loudly.]

#And all of my pills and all of my drinks is makin me, makin me.
And all that I feel and all that I see is makin me, makin me, makin me.
Cover me in greed, cause you planted the seed when you fed my ego.
Needless and disease for old invincible me like some kind of hero.
Is it no surprise that I'm paralyzed by my fame and fortune.
As I close my eyes and dive into the sky I'm dead 27.
Make me a superstar.
It don't matter who you are.#

[Quinn wears a pair of black, shined combat boots; a pair of black combat/cargo style pants; a white beater and a beige overcoat. In Tate�s left hand in his redneck kryptonite, the seatbelt with sharpened edges. His neck length white hair is soaked down and his peculiar green eyes are aglow under the arena lights.]

#Make me a superstar.
No matter who you are.#

[Quinn runs full sprint down to the ring, hiding the pain in his back and knee, slapping hands as he does so.]

#And all of my pills and all of my drinks is makin me, makin me, makin me.
And all that I feel and all that I see is makin me, makin me, makin me.
And all of my pills and all of my drinks is killin me, killin me, killin me.
And all that I feel and all that I see is fakin me, fakin me.
Make me a superstar, it don't matter who you are.
Make me a superstar, no matter who you are.#

[Quinn leaps to the apron then catapults him over the top rope and proceeds to hit the turnbuckles. By the time he is done the crowd is standing on their feet taking deafening to a new level.]

[PAGE]: Nice of you to join us Murray.

[MONROE]: Yeah right. I am out of here to cheer on my guys not fraternize with you two losers...unless you need a manager. Well bye.

[Monroe goes out to ringside and shouts and rants while holding the title.]

[PAGE]: And we're off...

[McCOY]: I can hardly wait.

[PAGE]: A show of sportsmanship here as Tate and Americano shake hands.

[Tate and Americano come together in a collar and elbow tie up.]

[PAGE]: Americano and Tate in a collar and elbow, neither man really having an advantage yet.

[McCOY]: It would be an advantage to go to the bathroom right about now.

[PAGE]: Tate appears to be the larger of the two men, at least in terms of upper body strength but Americano is holding him off.

[Americano quickly slips behind Tate with an hammerlock.]

[PAGE]: Hammerlock applied by Americano... WAIT! Reversed by Tate!

[McCOY]: Yawn.

[PAGE]: Americano now trying to escape...

[Americano runs up the turnbuckles and does a flip in mid air then grabs Tate in a go behind. Tate tries to get free but can't.]

[PAGE]: Serpiente going for a german...blocked by Tate.

[McCOY]: I'd rather be having a root canal.

[PAGE]: He tries again but again Tate blocks!

[McCOY]: You want something from the concession stands?

[Serpiente ducks an elbow from Tate...]

[PAGE]: BIG RELEASE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY FROM SERPIENTE AMERICANO!

[McCOY]: BIG YAWN!

[PAGE]: Americano is back up Tate is up but reeling. Americano with a dropkick taking Tate down.

[The crowd is humming.]

[PAGE]: Spinning leg lariat from Americano! Tate is down.

[McCOY]: And out if we're lucky.

[PAGE]: Americano pulling Tate back up...RUNNING BULLDOG!

[The crowd roars with approval as Serpiente leaps to the top rope.]

[PAGE]: SOMERSAULT PLANCHA! SOMERSAULT PLANCHA!

[McCOY]: Big whoop, he can do a flip in mid-air.

[The crowd is cheering loudly. Serpiente hooks a leg.]

1 .

[PAGE]: ONE!

. 2 .

[PAGE]: TWO!

. 3 .

[PAGE]: THR...Shoulder up!

[Serpiente gets back up quickly and pulls Tate up whipping him into the far ropes...]

[PAGE]: TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAK...NO! NO! NO! TATE COUNTERED WITH A HURRICANRANA!

[The crowd roars loudly again.]

[PAGE]: Both men are down! WHAT A COUNTER!

[McCOY]: What a moron. Tate might kill himself and cut his career short with his stupidity.

[PAGE]: The fans are loving this back and forth affair!

[Both men get back to their feet and come together in another collar and elbow tie-up.]

[PAGE]: Americano now with an armdrag takedown...Tate is back up quickly though...Americano charges...armdrag takedown by Tate!

[McCOY]: These guys must not know many moves, they're sharing.

[PAGE]: Tate going for a clothesline but Americano ducks into a go behind...RELEASE OVERHEAD BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX FROM AMERICANO...BUT TATE LANDED ON HIS FEET!

[Tate not wasting a second takes Americano down with a spinning heel kick.]

[PAGE]: Tate now with the advantage. He's going to the top!

[McCOY]: The squirrel must have had his brains scrambled or something.

[PAGE]: Tate is still showing effects of that horrendous match last week with Jeff Kushner.

[Tate leaps, the crowd is on their feet...]

[PAGE]: SENTON SPLASH! SENTON SPLASH! Tate goes for the cover!

1 .

[PAGE]: ONE!

. 2 .

[PAGE]: TWO!

[PAGE]: KICKOUT!

[Tate pulls Americano up into a headlock. Americano goes for a back suplex but Tate lands on his feet and goes for a german suplex...]

[PAGE]: What a series of counters!

[McCOY]: Zzz.

[PAGE]: Americano blocks the german suplex and counters with a roll through into a leg lock! WHAT AN AMAZING MOVE!

[McCOY]: Are we there yet?

[The referee asks Tate if he wants to quit but Tate refuses. The crowd is cheering on Quinn Tate.]

[PAGE]: Quinn Tate is really hurting in that leglock being applied by Americano.

[McCOY]: No more jumping for Mr. Squirrel.

[PAGE]: Tate is in agony but he is really close to the ropes!

[The crowd is now chanting TATE! TATE!]

[PAGE]: Tate is almost there!

[McCOY]: Great! Means I have to watch more of this!

[PAGE]: TATE GOT THERE!

[Americano is back up to his feet quickly and right back on the offense pulling Tate up.]

[PAGE]: Americano pulling Tate up now...kneebreaker!

[McCOY]: You'd almost think this kid has a brain after all.

[PAGE]: He's focusing his attack on that right leg of Quinn Tate now. Quinn just got back from rehabilitating that same knee.

[Americano flips Tate over and puts his right foot on the inside of Tate's right knee and hooks Tate's foot around the inside of his own knee and falls back.]

[PAGE]: Indian deathlock being applied by Americano and Tate is screaming in pain! That's a modified Constrictor from Americano!

[McCOY]: I didn't know roadkill could scream.

[PAGE]: Quinn Tate is trying to fight his way out of this hold but I'm not sure that he can!

[The referee checks Quinn's arm.]

[PAGE]: The referee is checking Quinn's arm...he lifts...it falls!

He lifts...it falls!

He lifts...IT STAYED UP! QUINN TATE IS STILL ALIVE!

[The crowd is on their feet as Quinn kicks his leg out violently sending Serpiente sprawling. Quinn holds his wounded knee and proceeds to try and get back to his feet.]

[PAGE]: Serpiente charging...NO! Tate ducked and sent Serpiente flying over the top rope to the floor!

[McCOY]: It's not a big stretch for a snake to get flattened. Heh.

[PAGE]: Serpiente is down, Tate is holding onto the ropes to keep himself up.

[Quinn runs off the far ropes and gets a running start and leaps the top rope...]

[PAGE]: OH MY GAWD!

[Huge human collision type cheer.]

[PAGE]: What an AMAZING corkscrew suicida!

[McCOY]: Suicidal is right.

[PAGE]: Both men are down!

[PAGE]: Neither man has begun to move. Quinn Tate has a sore back and everyone knows he is coming off of a knee injury and it looks like Tate has softened up the ribs of Serpiente Americano.

[McCOY]: It looks like he softened up what little grey matter he has.

[PAGE]: Both men are now on one knee.Who's going to win here Russ? It's a slugfest!

[Quinn goes for a roundhouse kick but Serpiente ducks and takes Quinn back down with a legsweep. Realizing he can't win on the outside, Serpiente rolls Quinn back into the ring quickly.]

[PAGE]: It took them an 8 count to get back up but they're both back in the ring. Well Serpiente is on the top...

[McCOY]: Idiot.

CRASH!

[PAGE]: TATE MOVED! TATE MOVED! Serpiente Americano was about to hit a picture perfect somersault legdrop when Quinn Tate moved!

[Serpiente is on the mat holding his posterior as Quinn rolls to his feet, favouring his right knee.]

[PAGE]: Tate is favouring that knee. That doesn't bode well for him!

[McCOY]: It certainly doesn't. Even a dolt like Serpiente can figure out where to attack.

[PAGE]: To this point I think Serpiente might be feeling a little snakebitten.

[Page snickers at his lame attempt at a pun. McCoy just shakes his head. Meanwhile, Quinn Tate has gone to the top and is about to leap...]

[PAGE]: Tate up top...

CRASH!

[Oh my gawd type pop.]

[PAGE]: OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! Quinn Tate went for a Hurricanrana off the top rope but Serpiente Americano caught him and powerbombed him straight to hell!

[McCOY]: That's no place for a squirrel...with all those hooves and pitchforks around.

[PAGE]: Quinn Tate is out and Serpiente Americano doesn't know it yet. I think that took a bit out of the challenger!

[Serpiente shakes out the cobwebs and goes for the cover.]

1 .

[PAGE]: ONE!

. 2 .

[PAGE]: TWO! .

2 and 4999/5000ths...

[PAGE]: TATE GOT A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

[At this point the crowd rises to their feet.]

[PAGE]: Serpiente is back up and I think he's going to the top rope!

[McCOY]: Don't snakes eat squirrels?

[The crowd jumps to it's feet]

[PAGE]: FLYING SNAKE BITE! FLYING SNAKE BITE! What a somersault splash!

[Serpiente doesn't go for the cover right away though. Instead he looks to the outside suspiciously in Murray Monroe's general direction.]

[PAGE]: Serpiente is wasting valuable time here. Now he's going back to work.

[McCOY]: About time.

[PAGE]: DIAMONDBACK CRADLE! DIAMONDBACK CRADLE!

[The referee counts.]

1 .

[PAGE]: ONE!

. 2 .

[PAGE]: TWO!

. 3 .

[PAGE]: THRE...NO! Tate got his foot on the rope!

[McCOY]: Bright move using that cradle so close to the ropes Snakebite.

[PAGE]: Americano is back up and clearly frustrated by Tate's refusal to go down without a fight.

[Serpiente pulls him back up and locks him in an inverted facelock.]

[PAGE]: I think Americano is going for the snakebite...

[At the last possible second Tate spins his body around locking his hands around Americano's body and throws him over his head into a bridge.]

[PAGE]: WHAT A COUNTER! Tate countered the snakebite into a bridging northern lights suplex!

1 .

[PAGE]: ONE!

. 2 .

[PAGE]: TWO!

[PAGE]: Serpiente kicked out at two!

[McCOY]: I said it before, I'll say it again, YAWN!

[Serpiente and Tate are both down, Tate looks to be trying to shake out the cobwebs and Serpiente is sitting up catching his breath.]

[PAGE]: Both men are showing signs of fatigue here. It looks like Serpiente will be the first one to his feet.

[McCOY]: Did you know that Rayne isn't going to accompany the squirrel to the ring anymore? That's another strike for squirrel boy.

[PAGE]: Quinn Tate is on one knee!

[Serpiente comes over and whips Quinn into the far corner and comes chasing him in...]

[PAGE]: Tate up and over Serpiente now and...WHAT A GERMAN SUPLEX!

[Quinn now rolls out of the ring and brings in a ladder and a chair.]

[PAGE]: What's Tate going to do with those?

[Quinn clocks a recovering Americano with the chair and then pulls him up and stands him in the corner. Then he sets the ladder across the top ropes.]

[PAGE]: What is Tate doing?

[Quinn runs and leaps into the air with his feet out.]

CRASH!

[PAGE]: OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! Tate just kicked that ladder right into Americano's face!

[CROWD]: CEE ESS DUB!! CEE ESS DUB!!

[McCOY]: So much for the snake.

[PAGE]: Tate's setting up that ladder now. He's going up...

[Quinn takes a moment to survey the crowd and then leaps from the top of the ladder...]

[PAGE]: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

1 .

[PAGE]: ONE!

. 2 .

[PAGE]: TWO!

. 3 .

[PAGE]: THR...NO! SERPIENTE KICKED OUT!

[Quinn can't believe it. He pulls Serpiente up and tries to whip him into the ladder but Serpiente reverses it and Tate goes flying into the ladder. Serpiente just falls to his knees following the move, then onto his face. Tate lays prone over the fallen ladder.]

[PAGE]: The referee is checking on both men and now he's starting another 10 count!

[PAGE]: Serpiente is stirring. Tate is still out.

[McCOY]: I've heard of flying animals before but this is ridiculous.

[PAGE]: Serpiente is back up, Tate is still OUT!

[McCOY]: I bet the snake man will do something incredibly stupid now.

[PAGE]: Serpiente is headed to the top...

[McCOY]: Told ya.

[He leaps...]

CRASH!

[PAGE]: Tate moved! He's back up! Tate was playing possum and Americano paid the price!

[Quinn pulls Americano up and whips him into the ropes...]

[PAGE]: Dropkick by Tate levels Americano. Americano now getting back to his feet. Tate is measuring him though...M.O.! M.O.! Tate hit the M.O.!

[Quinn pulls Serpiente up and crotches him on the top rope.]

[PAGE]: This doesn't look good for Americano.

[Before he follows though he clocks Americano again with the chair.]

[PAGE]: I think Americano is out on his feet.

[Americano doesn't seem to know where he is. Tate goes to the outside and brings in a table.]

[PAGE]: This is going to be nasty.

[McCOY]: Any match with the squirrel in it is nasty.

[PAGE]: Tate has that table setup and he's going up top with Americano...

CRASH!

[CROWD]: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! CEE ESS DUB!! CEE ESS DUB!!

[PAGE]: OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! CONVICTION THROUGH THE TABLE!

[This is a hurricanrana off the top with a rollup.]

1 .

[PAGE]: ONE!

. 2 .

[PAGE]: TWO!

. 3 .

[PAGE]: THREE!

[DIAMOND LOU]: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL GRAVITY CHAMPION...QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN TATE!

[Quinn just falls to the mat as he is announced as the winner. Neither man is moving when EMTs flood the ring.]

[PAGE]:MY GOD!! BOTH MEN LAID IT ON THE LINE IN THIS MATCH!! This is what personifies the gravity division. Two risk taking high flying men who put it all on the line.

[MCCOY]:Sucks to be them doesn't it Eddie.

[PAGE]:We will be right back folks...

[Fade to a commercial for Narc starring Ray Liotta. Own it on DVD or rent the video tonight]

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