The camera opens up to the parking lot of Barn Hill arena on the campus of the University of Arkansas. Bettie Lee Rose is standing there, mic in hand awaiting the arrival of someone.
A few minutes later a red 4 door Ford F-150 pulls up and into a parking spot. Bettie Lee Rose walks up to the truck as the door opens and AJ Supreme steps out. The crowd inside watching on the video screen go wild.
BLR: AJ can I get a few words with you.
AJ: Sure thing.
BLR: Rumor has it you have a big announcement to kick off the show tonight.
AJ: Yes, as a matter of fact I do.
BLR: Any clues as to what that announcement might be?
AJ: Well all I can say is there will be two times the excitement from the fans after I make my announcement.
The crowd inside can be heard going crazy.
AJ: Now if you excuse me, I’ve got a show to put on.
AJ winks at Bettie as she blushes
BLR: Oh my word!
The camera pans the large crowd inside Barn Hill Arena....as "Cold" by Crossfade begins to play
Looking back at me I see Jeffrey Hollywood stands in the center of the ring, holding up the Southern Heritage Championship.
That I never really got it right The Phil stands on the entrance stage, looking out at all the fans
I never stopped to think of you Havoc sits in his locker room with the Family of Extreme
I'm always wrapped up in Puck leans against a wall backstage
Things I cannot win Alex Crowe sits on the top turnbuckle in an empty arena
You are the antidote that gets me by Mikey and Delilah Ghost embrace and kiss
Something strong Eno Redrum stretches in his locker room
Like a drug that gets me high Puck rushes out onto the entrance stage, tossing out blue glow sticks to the fans
What I really meant to say Steve Sensation talks with the rest of Reeves Inc
Is I'm sorry for the way I am Karl O'Sullivan cracks his neck and walks toward the entrance way
I never meant to be so cold Nick Zildjian wraps a steel chain around his fist and smirks
To you I'm sorry about all the lies Nate Sipes prepares for his shot at the Natural Title
Maybe in a different light En Fuego and Ares sit backstage and talk about the "old days"
You could see me stand on my own again The Phil stands in the ring as the camera does a full 360 around him
Cause now I can see Close up of Jeffrey Hollywood with the Southern Heritage Championship draped over his shoulder
You were the antidote that got me by Quick flashes of clips that hype each match for tonight's Hog Heaven: Southern Chill
Something strong like a drug that got me high Clips fade out as the crowd live at the show explode to their feet and clap and cheer as the Hog Heaven: Southern Chill logo fades into the screen
The camera cuts to Lester and Floyd at the announce table
LD: Welcome fans to Hog Heaven Southern Chill, live from Barn Hill arena on the beautiful campus of the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville Arkansas.
FB: Hope everyone is ready for a full night of action as we kick off Hog Heaven with a special announcement from our President AJ Supreme.
The U of A fight song begins to play as the fans in attendance rise to there feet and sing along. AJ Supreme walks toward the ring with mic in hand.
LD: And here is the President himself. There have been several rumors floating around about what this announcement is going to be. I’m interested in hearing it straight from the horses mouth.
FB: You calling the RCW President a horse?
LD: A horse, of course not. It’s an old saying.
FB: An old saying, that must be why I didn’t get it.
LD: Will you be quite, AJ Supreme has something to say.
AJ Supreme is in the ring and begins to speak as the crowd quiets down.
AJ: Welcome to Hog Heaven Southern Chill. First and foremost let me say a big Thank You to all the fans of Razorback Championship Wrestling. With out you there would be no RCW.
The crowd cheers, and starts a R – C- W chant…
AJ: We’ve been mixing the old school and the new school for over a year now. And we’ve seen several wrestlers come, and several wrestlers go. But let me just cut to the chase and let my people know exactly why I’m out here. And that is to announce, after much demand from the boys and girls in the back, and from the fans, I am proud to introduce a new division here in RCW.
The crowd cheers
AJ: That’s right, by popular demand, I am adding tag team titles to the championships of RCW. So along with the Southern Heritage Championship, and the Natural Championship, we can add the Hog Wild Tag Team Championship.
The crowd cheers, and starts a R – C- W chant…
AJ: So I’m sending out an invitation to all tag teams who want a shot at the new titles, to show up at the next show and let me and the world know you are gunning for these new titles. Be creative, be forceful, but what ever you do show up to the next show and let me know in either an interview with either Melvin Gates, Toby O, or Bettie Lee Rose. I’ll be watching, and I’ll be taking into account who means business. So enjoy the rest of the show.
The crowd cheers as AJ raises his hand in the air to acnologe the fans. The U of A fight song plays as he walks back to the back.
LD: Can you believe it Floyd, the RCW has new gold.
FB: Hog Wild Tag Team Championship is up for grabs. An open call to all tag teams to show up for the next show and let AJ know they want a shot.
LD: Speaking of Tag Teams, the two teams in our next match will be there I’m sure.
FB: That is if Puck and Pyros can get along and not attack each other.
LD: Here we go with Tag Team Warfare!
"Indestructible" by Disturbed blares as Maxx Pain and Sam Suffering walk out onto the stage. They both crack their necks and their knuckles before walking down the ramp. They ignore the fans as they climb into the ring and stand in the center of it, Maxx raising his right fist into the air as Sam raises his left.
TG: From Detroit, Michigan, here is Pain & Suffering!!
LD: These two are extremely impressive looking athletes.
FB: And tonight they’re going to destroy TNDS!
“Sin” by Nine Inch Nails plays as the lights go out, expect a lone spot light on the entranceway. Puck walks out slowly, hair in front of his face, looking very miserable. He gets halfway to the ring and drops to a knee and bows his head. “Blue” by Eiffel 65 plays on the PA as the lights go out and the lights turn from white to blue as Pyros runs out and starts throwing blue glow sticks to the fans, turning the arena into a giant rave.
LD: Pyros knows how to party, doesn’t he?
FB: Yeah, and every time he does, he makes his brother madder and that’s what gets Puck focused….the stupidity of his brother.
LD: Both teams of brothers are in the ring and here we go!
Puck starts off with Pain. Pain shoots in and takes Puck off his feet. Pain shoots down rights and lefts to the skull of Puck, Pyros comes in and puts a boot to the head of Pain and Suffering comes in and spears Pyros. The ref isn’t sure which member of Pain & Suffering to get out of the ring. He’s trying to get one of them out, the other one is arguing with the ref too.
LD: Which one is the legal one?
FB: How am I supposed to know? I think twins in pro-wrestling should be outlawed.
The ref gets one out of, but he still argues that he’s legal, Puck spins the other around and whips him into the corner, TNDS hits a double corner shinning wizard, which ever member of Pain & Suffering staggers out of the corner, Puck kicks low, Package Piledriver, rolls him into Pyros who nails a brainbuster.
LD: Puck with the cover, Pyros drop kicks the other bald guy! 1…2….3!!!
FB: They stole this one and you know it Daley!
“Sin” plays on the PA as TNDS leave the ring and Pain & Suffering are still arguing with the Ref.
FB: Lester, I’ll be right back, gotta go get something out of my car. Think you can hold down the fort for a bit while I’m gone?
LD: Sure thing, I’m not new to the game my friend.
A few minutes pass and the camera cuts to the outside the arena, Floyd Boyd runs through the parking lot, muttering about leaving something in his car. He makes his way to where he parked it, only to find a small crowd of crewmembers gathered around it
FB: Hey?! Hey! Get away from my car! Get your grubby, bbq eatin' hands off...my...car.....
As the crew members scatter, Floyd gets a good look at exactly why they were gathered around it. 'Welcome to Hog Heaven' was spelled out in cherries on the windshield, and inside was solid green. On the roof sat a lone box of lime Jell-O.
FB: Sweet leapin' Jeebus on a motorbike...my...my car...
He stands there for a moment, dumbstruck. Floyd reaches for the door handle, dazed, as Delilah Ghost sneaks up behind him, pulling what looks like a pony keg in a little red wagon.
Delilah: Hey! It'll never get a chance to set if you open that door.
FB: But...but....why?
Delilah: What can I say? I'm a sucker for sunroofs.
Floyd stares as Delilah goes on her way, chuckling. As she goes by, the camera gets a shot of what in fact IS a pony keg with a 'Jolt Cola' sticker on the side, topped with ribbons and a large tag that reads 'For Pyros' on it.
FB: AJ does NOT pay me enough for this.
The camera cuts to Trip Gordon who is already in the ring.
TG: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Galway, Ireland, weighing 262 pounds… “K-OS” Karl O’Sullivan!
The lights go out and the driving intro riff of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” blasts out of the speakers. As the drums kick in, red strobe lights flash around the arena and smoke fills the entryway before Karl appears and makes his way to ringside with a look of great determination in his eyes. He climbs into the ring and paces the ring, warming himself up while he waits for Eno Redrum to make his entrance.
LD: Karl O’Sullivan recently made his return to RCW.
FB: Yeah, and his first night back, he tries to take my main squeeze.
LD: You mean Bettie?
FB: Right.
LD: I thought she said the last time that if you ever called her that again that she’d reinstate the restraining order.
FB: Really? Aw man.
TG: And his opponent, from Fate, Texas, weighing 285 pounds…Eno Redrum!
The lights in the arena go out as “Feuer Frei” by Rammstein begins to blare over the P.A. system. Eno emerges from backstage and cracks his neck and swings his arms back and forth then begins to slowly stock his way down to the ring, never taking his eyes off Karl.
LD: Eno is a very determined individual. Since his return, he’s been tough to beat.
FB: The one thing I like about Karl over this guy is that at least Karl’s quiet. Eno never shuts up about his family.
LD: How could you be so insen-? Actually, I think I’ve already asked this and it never goes anywhere, so nevermind.
FB: Huh?
The bell rings and Karl charges at Eno for a spear. Eno moves out of the way and runs straight into the corner. He moves in a daze out of the corner and runs into a double leg takedown by Eno. Eno stands over Karl; plotting his next move. This gives Karl the time to trip him up. Karl quickly hits an elbow drop and goes for a cover.
LD: Our first cover! 1..
NO! Eno quickly gets out.
FB: Karl’s being very aggressive and that will help lead him to victory in this match.
Karl picks Eno up and hits a sit out powerbomb. Karl then goes to the top rope. As he does, Eno recovers and gets to his feet. Karl leaps off and gets met with a spear.
LD: WRATH OF THE ALMIGHTY! Cover!
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NO! Karl kicks out!
FB: Karl’s going to finish him off at any time now. I guarantee it.
Eno picks Karl up, whips him off the ropes and connects with a superkick.
LD: Cover! 1…
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NO! Karl gets the shoulder up!
FB: Eno’s just asking for trouble.
LD: What makes you so sure?
FB: When you run your mouth as much as he does, he’s just begging for an a**-kicking.
LD: Someday, all of these comments will come back to haunt you and I hope I’m there to see it.
FB: At your age? Dream on.
Eno gets to his feet and slides his thumb across his throat. He picks Karl up in a suplex position before slamming him down to the mat.
LD: DEATH FROM ABOVE! Cover!
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3! This one’s over! So much for that guarantee, Floyd.
FB: Ah, shut up.
TG: Here is your winner…ENO REDRUM!
All of the sudden The U of A fight song blars across the speakers as the fans rise to there feet. AJ Supreme walks out onto the entrance ramp and begins to speak.
AJ: Karl O'Sullivan, you better listen and listen good.
Karl rolls out of the ring.....AJ gives Eno a smile and a big thumbs up as he passes him on the way to the locker room...
AJ: Karl, look at me when I'm talking to you. I've just about had enough of your games. It's been said that I'm a laid back kind of guy. That I have too big of a heart. But Karl it ends here. Listen up and listen good. I've not seen any effort on your part since I re hired you. You came into my office last Southern Dynamite and promised me this and promised me that. And what did I do, I let you back into the fold. And what did you do? The same thing you always do, NOTHING! I'm giving you one last chance Karl. Either put up or shut up. You will have a match next Southern Dynamite, and you will put up the effort I think you are capable of, or you will be FIRED!
The crowd goes nuts.
LD: What an interesting turn of events.
FB: I've been saying all along that AJ needs to get rid of some of the dead weight around here.
LD: Looks like he's well on his way. Let's go right into our next match up.
TG: The following contest is the Russian Chain Match!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
TG: The rules of this match are simple, the two competitors will be connected to each other by a long chain. During the match, that chain is completely legal to use against your opponent. Victory comes by either pin fall or submission.
The fans cheer even more.
TG: Introducing first, representing the Family of Extreme... NICK ZILDJIAN!
The lights dim as "Refuse, Resist" by Sepultura blares. The fans boo as Nick Zildjian steps out onto the entrance stage. He stands there and looks out at the fans in disgust before he slowly walks down to the ring.
TG: Introducing his opponent... ALEX CROWE!
The lights start to flicker as "Carpe Diem" by Pillar Of Autumn begins to play. Alex Crowe slowly walks out and stands in the entrance, looking down at the ground. The crowd cheers as the words "Let's Go" echo through the arena and Crowe raises his head. He sprints down to the ring and slides in. He then goes over to ropes and stands on the middle rope, looking out at all the cheering fans. He raises his right fist into the air as he screams "Seize The Day!" The lights return to normal and his music fades as he gets off the ropes and goes to the corner, where he awaits the beginning of the match.
LD: Here we go Floyd, Butch Fitzpatrick is securing that thick, heavy duty chain to both competitors' wrists.
FB: With all the hatred and bad blood between Alex and Nick, this match is set to be one violent, destructive contest.
LD: When you add that chain into the mix, anything can happen.
FB: I use to be the master of the Russian Chain Matches back in my day, so it will be exciting for me to witness these two just beat the living hell out of one another.
LD: You never competed in a Russian Chain match.
FB: I absolutely did!
LD: Alright, I'm not going to argue. Butch has the chain all secured and he calls for the opening bell.
FB: Here we go Daley!
With the thick steel chain fully secured to their wrists, Nick stands in his corner and looks down at the metal links with a sadistic smirk on his face. Alex immediately heads to the center of the ring where Nick quickly meets him. They have a very intense stare down as words are exchanged between the two.
FB: Come on, enough with the talking and let's get to the beating.
LD: You can feel the tension in the air Floyd, this thing is going to erupt any moment.
As if right on cue, Nick delivers a sickening head butt right to Crowe's face. Immediately Alex falls to his back, bringing his hands up to his forehead. Zildjian laughs as he stalks around Crowe, before finally putting the boots to him. Alex tries to cover up and roll away from the onslaught but the big Russian kneels over him and rains down forearms right to his face.
FB: Now that's what we came to see tonight Daley!
LD: It didn't take long for the viciousness of Nick Zildjian to come out.
Nick stands back to his feet and pulls Alex up with him. He whips Crowe towards the ropes and as he comes back, Zildjian bends over for a back body drop. Crowe telegraphs the move and puts the breaks on, slamming down a forearm across the shoulders and back of the Russian Brawler. Crowe quickly nails a swinging neckbreaker followed by a snap leg drop. He goes for the cover.
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FB: Nick just powers out of that pin attempt by Crowe.
Nick tosses Alex off of him as if he were nothing more than a feather. As Nick rolls to his feet however, Alex quickly charges back in with a drop kick to the face. Zildjian falls to his back and now it's Alex's turn to mount and start bringing down lefts and rights. The crowd cheers and claps for Alex's assault on Zildjian.
LD: Crowe mounting a quick come back here.
After a few shots land perfectly on Nick's jaw, he reaches up and grabs both of Alex's fists in his hands.
FB: HA! Nick's hands just engulf Alex's there.
LD: That's one way to put a stop to that beating.
Nick smirks as he rams his head up and again delivers a vicious head butt right to Alex's skull. Alex's body goes to fall back but Nick holds onto his hands as he gets to his feet. In an amazing display of power Nick just tosses Crowe half way across the ring and into the far corner. Zildjian charges and rams his shoulder deep into Crowe's midsection.
FB: Oh yeah, The Russian Beast is unleashing his power on Crowe now.
LD: This isn't looking good for Alex right now.
With Alex leaning against the turnbuckles, trying to gasp for air after the explosive move by Nick, the Russian reaches down and grabs a length of the chain in his hands. He holds it up in the air as the fans boo.
FB: DO IT!
LD: Nick has got part of the chain in his hand, almost like a whip.
To the shock of the fans, Nick swings the heavy chain right at Crowe, the thick metal links just whipping into his side. The sound made as the chain smacked against Crowe's ribs causes some of the fans to turn away and hide their eyes from the viciousness of Zildjian. Alex screams out in pain as Nick repeated whips that unforgiving chain into his ribs. After both of his sides are already welting and bruising, Nick uses the chain to choke Alex against the buckles.
FB: Look at the damage already inflicted on Crowe's body.
LD: He could have broken ribs due to how much force Nick used to swing that chain.
Crowe gasps for air as Nick continues to press that chain hard against this throat. Finally he lets go and Crowe slumps against the buckles, trying to get air into his lungs and recover from the brutal beating. Zildjian not allowing a moments recovering for Crowe, lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle.
LD: Now what's he planning?
FB: Not sure, but I'm going to bet it's going to be good.
Nick climbs onto the middle rope and just lifts Alex up onto his shoulder as he climbs onto the top rope. The fans gasp as Zildjian just powers Crowe off his shoulder and tosses him over his head, causing Crowe to crash hard to the mat. Nick smirks as Alex rolls on the mat in pain, holding his back.
LD: I think when Alex landed, he fell on top of part of that chain.
FB: Nick Zildjian is just dominating this match, as well he should considering it's a RUSSIAN Chain Match.
Crowe rolls to the outside, trying to escape Nick's assault. The Russian grabs a hand full of the chain and just pulls it, causing Crowe to slam chest first into the side of the ring. The fans boo as Nick smirks sadistically while climbing out of the ring. Alex kneels on the ground, leaning up against the side of the ring as Nick grabs him by the head. He hooks Crowe for a DDT but Alex shoves him forward and slams Nick back first against the ring post and the ring steps.
LD: There ya go kid!
FB: Where did that come from?
The fans cheer as Alex backs up, runs and jumps... landing both knees right into Zildjian's chest. The force causes Nick to fall to his knees as the air was just knocked out of his body. Crowe slides back into the ring and slides back out on the other side of the turnbuckle. As Nick slowly gets to his feet, Alex pulls hard causing Nick to fly head first into the ring post. There's a loud “CLANG” as Zildjian's skull cracks against the metal post. The fans erupt in cheers as they see Nick stagger back with blood dripping from his forehead.
LD: The Russian is busted open! How do you like that Floyd?
FB: Nick is like a bull, when he sees red, he just gets more enraged. Crowe may have done a very stupid thing there.
Alex slides back into the ring and then back out onto the apron on the same side of the ring as Nick is on now. Crowe jumps onto the middle rope and goes for a springboard moonsault but Zildjian tugs on the chain and sends Crowe backwards off the ropes and crashes down against the guardrail.
FB: See, told you.
LD: That was a sick fall Crowe just suffered.
With Crowe leaning against the guardrail, Nick repeatedly slams knees into his midsection before backing up a few steps and nailing a charging knee ram right into Crowe's gut. The impact rocks the guardrail as Alex crumbles to the ground and the fans try to rally behind him.
FB: Nick looks unstoppable here.
LD: Crowe needs to get with it again, otherwise we could be witnessing the beginning of the end.
Nick lifts Crowe up and drags him back to the ring, where he climbs onto the ring apron and gets back into the ring. He pulls Alex up onto the apron with his back up against the ropes and Nick wraps the chain around his neck a few times as Crowe tries to struggle free.
LD: Now wait a minute, wrapping that chain around Crowe's neck is a very serious matter, this could cause permanent injuries.
FB: I believe that's the point Daley.
With the chain tightly wrapped around Crowe's neck, Nick kicks him square in the back so Alex falls off the apron and hangs by his throat. The fans look away and boo as Zildjian smirks evilly while basically choking the life out of Alex Crowe.
LD: COME ON!!!! That is going too far!!!
FB: Hey, Crowe knew the dangers involved in this match when he agreed to it.
Crowe gasps for air as Butch tries to convince Nick to let him go. The fans watch on in shock as Zildjian just tugs on the chain, tightening the pressure around Alex's throat. Zildjian continues to hold tight as the fans erupt in boos while watching Crowe struggles to break free.
LD: He's starting to turn blue for God's sake.
FB: Nick said he was going to get rid of Crowe for good tonight, looks like he's going to make good on that promise.
Alex's body almost goes limp as he just hangs there is a very eerie and unsettling position before Nick finally let's go of the chain and he collapses to ringside. Zildjian rolls out of the ring, picks up Crowe's limp body and rolls it into the ring. He slides back in and makes the cover.
FB: There, it's over... happy Daley?
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LD: WOW!!! Crowe gets his foot across the bottom rope!!!
FB: WHAT!!!!???
The crowd erupts in cheers as Nick can't believe it while staring at Crowe's leg across the ropes. He turns to Butch and starts arguing with him before turning back to Crowe and lifts him to his feet. Suddenly out of nowhere Crowe is able to hit his Mark of Vengance.
LD: Desperation move there and Alex hits his finisher!!!
FB: NO WAY!!!
The fans in the arena start clapping their hands and stomping their feet in an attempt to motivate Crowe to make the pin. Both men lay on the mat as Butch starts the ten count.
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FB: Get up... someone get up.
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LD: We need movement otherwise this match ends in a draw.
8........
9.........
Crowe finally extends his arm and drapes it across Nick's chest.
LD: Here we go, Alex with the pin attempt.
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FB: Zildjian kicks out!!!!
LD: Too much time passed, Nick was able to recover.
Both men are slow to their feet as there is now a deep bruise across Alex's throat and the blood continues to drip down Zildjian's forehead. Nick goes for a punch but Alex ducks and kicks him in the midsection. With Zildjian doubled over, Alex gets him in a front face lock then turns and nails a vicious European Uppercut.
LD: UPPER HAND!!! CROWE NAILS THE UPPER HAND!!!!
FB: Get up Zildjian!
LD: Why on Earth are you cheering for a member of the FOE?
FB: Because there's no way I'm cheering for a guy who use to do foolish street magic.
Instead of going for the pin, Alex flips Nick onto his stomach and locks in a Camel Clutch, only he places the chain up against the front of Nick's throat and pulls back, using the chain to choke Zildjian.
FB: That's not fair!
LD: Of course it is, just moments ago Zildjian hung Crowe over the ropes.
FB: This is different Daley.
LD: How so?
FB: IT JUST IS!!!!
Alex yells out as he pulls back even further, causing that chain to dig into the throat of Zildjian. The Russian claws at the chain, trying to get it away from his throat, but he starts gasping for air. The crowd cheers as Alex continues to pull back tightly on the chain, cutting off more and more of Zildjian's airway.
LD: Oh how the tide has turned.
FB: He's going to kill him.
LD: Nick tried to choke him to death a few moments ago so guess what, all's fair.
Somehow Nick is able to gather up enough strength to stand to his feet, yet Crowe hangs onto his back, still tightly pulling on the chain around his throat. Nick grabs some of the remaining slack from the chain and wraps it around his fist before reaching back and slamming his fist into the side of Crowe's head.
FB: Finally!
LD: Somehow Nick managed to get free from that hold and OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
FB: HOLY **************!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans are silenced as Nick uses all of his strength and weight to deliver a vicious punch right to Alex's face with that chain wrapped fist. Crowe's body immediately drops to the mat as Nick mounts him and just pounds away at Crowe's face, the thick chain links busting Alex's forehead open.
LD: Unreal...
FB: This reminds me of when I use to work in the meat section of the supermarket and we used the meat tenderizer to just pound away at the chunks of beef.
LD: That is just disgusting.
Nick has lost all control as he continues to pound away at Crowe's face, which is now just a crimson mask. The fans watch on in horror as the blood just pours out of several gashes and cuts in Crowe's face. Finally Butch is able to pull Zildjian off Alex, but the damage has been done. Alex's face is just covered in blood as it just pours from his forehead.
FB: Now that's being an unstoppable, ruthless force.
LD: I have no words to describe what we just witnessed.
FB: Dominance Daley, brutal dominance.
Nick watches on as Butch checks on Crowe, who to the amazement of everyone in the arena, starts getting to his feet.
FB: Are you kidding me?
LD: I can't believe it, Alex is somehow getting up.
The fans start cheering as Crowe uses the ropes to get to his feet. He takes a few very wobbly steps towards Nick and motions for him to “bring it”. Nick looks dead at Crowe as he charges and levels him with a huge sickle!
FB: Well that's it, this one is over!
LD: Crowe needs medical attention right away.
Nick places his boot across Alex's chest for the pin.
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LD: NO!!!
FB: WHAT?
LD: Crowe got his shoulder up!!!
FB: Impossible!!!!
Even Nick is in shock that Alex was able to get his shoulder up. He backs away and watches in disbelief as Crowe again struggles to his feet, only to receive another sickle. The fans boo as Nick grabs the chain and pulls the now almost motionless Crowe back to his feet instead of making the pin. Zildjian looks like a man possessed as he runs and nails a third devastating sickle on Alex.
FB: That's it now, Zildjian covers...
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3!!!
LD: Thank God, we need help out here now.
TG: Here is your winner... NICK ZILDJIAN!!!!!
The fans boo as the bell sounds and the referee raises Zildjian's hand only to quickly go back to Crowe's aid. The chain is taken off Alex's wrist as Nick holds it in his hand and bends over the bloodied body of Alex Crowe. Nick gets a sick smirk on his face as he wipes part of the chain across Alex's forehead, covering the chain in his blood. Nick backs up slowly and leaves the ring as medical staff rush to the ring. Zildjian walks backwards up the ramp and goes backstage as Butch, along with the medical staff help the bloodied and battered Crowe out of the ring and up the ramp.
Backstage, Bettie Lee is standing in front of a 'Hog Heaven: Southern Chill' banner.
Bettie Lee: Hello, RCW Fans and everyone watching Hog Heaven tonight! At this time I am.....
Someone screams, causing Bettie Lee to jump. She looks around wondering what's going on when a shirtless JJ Hart stumbles through. He writhes on the floor, screaming.
JJ: IT BURNS!!! IT BURRRRRRNS!!
He starts to get to his feet, showing the neon green paint covering his stomach. A *pop**pop* is heard off camera and JJ goes down again, this time with paint all over his back. Delilah Ghost appears, grinning madly, a paintball gun in her hands.
Delilah: I TOLD YOU...*pop*...don't EVER...*pop*...EVER...*pop*...come NEAR ME AGAIN!
Delilah delivers a swift kick to JJ's ribs while Bettie Lee watches, horrified.
Delilah: Looks like the stuff works. Medic!
A couple of nervous looking crew members grab JJ Hart by the arms and drag him away. Delilah turns and walks up to a terrified Bettie Lee. She gets right up in her face, staring Bettie Lee down, a grin slowly spreading across Delilah's face. As Bettie opens her mouth to speak, Delilah brings the paintball gun up, making Bettie Lee flinch back.
Delilah: HAVE A NICE DAY!
Whistling, Delilah skips off, leaving a visibly shaken Bettie Lee. She turns back to the camera
Bettie Lee: Ummm...back to...somebody......
LD: The cage is up; let’s take it to Trip Gordon, who is in the cage.
TG: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for War Games! Each team will start with one person in the ring and those two will battle for five minutes. After five minutes, there will be a coin toss, with the winning team sending in the fresh wrestler. After two more minutes, the other team will send a wrestler in, evening up the odds. When all wrestlers are in the cage, the only way there can be a winner is if a member of the other team submits.
Huge pop
TG: Introducing team number one.
“Sin” by Nine Inch Nails plays on the PA as Mikey stalks down to the cage. He extends both his arms out as “Whiskey in the Jar” by Metallica plays on the PA as Delilah Ghost comes down to the aisle. She pulls his mask off, give him a deep kiss and she pulls away, Mikey spits green mist into the air.
FB: These two need to get a room.
LD: That was a pretty intense kiss. But they look ready!
“The Meaning of Life” by The Offspring plays on the PA as Ares walks out and slaps fans hands and joins Mikey and Delilah ringside.
LD: Ares looks to be in better shape now then when he was active.
FB: You call him active? He hasn’t been active in years.
“Wish” by Nine Inch Nails plays on the PA as En Fuego comes to the ring to a huge pop, joining the rest of his team at ringside.
TG: Ladies and Gentlemen, Delilah Ghost, Mikey, the four time N.E.W. World Champion, Ares and The World’s Sickest S.O.B. En Fuego!!! This is Alpha Storm!!
“Another Brick in the Wall” by Pink Floyd plays on the PA as Reno, Rude and Steve Sensation walk to the cage. Rude reaches up and shakes the cage, pointing at Alpha Storm on the other side.
LD: I only count three members of Reaves Inc. Alpha Storm has the definite numbers advantage.
FB: Wow, you are as dumb as Toby O looks. The fourth is a mystery, we’ll see him soon, I’m sure.
TG: Ladies and Gentlemen, Introducing team number two, The Turks, Reno and Rude, Steve Salvation, this is Reaves Inc.!
LD: You folks heard Trip earlier. One wrestler from each team will start and battle for five minutes. Reno is getting in the cage first for Reaves Inc and Mikey is in first for the Alpha Storm. There’s the bell!
Mikey and Reno lock up and Reno throws Mikey straight to the ground. Mikey bounces back up just to get thrown right back down again.
FB: Mikey looks like a painted up Superball!
They lock up again, this time Mikey gets the advantage and backs Reno into the corner, hard chop by Mikey, he goes for another but Reno blocks it, and gives Mikey a thumb to the eye. Reno bounces off the ropes and nails Mikey with a mean clothesline.
TG: One minute remaining!
LD: One more minute and then we’ll have the coin toss.
Reno picks Mikey back up and scoop slams him, then bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow on the chest of Mikey.
TG: Thirty Seconds!
LD: Hopefully, The Storm wins the coin toss, Mikey is in trouble.
FB: No way Daley! The Mute is getting what’s coming to him for stealing my girl!
TG: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!
EEEEEERRRRRRNNNNNTTTT
LD: There’s referee Butch Fitzpatrick with the coin flip! RUDE IS GOING INTO THE CAGE!!
FB: Alright! Advantage Reaves Inc!
Rude is in and he and Reno stomp on Mikey. Rude picks Mikey up and throws him face first into the cage on the Alpha Storm side. Reno takes Mikey’s face and rubs it into the cage while Rude is screaming at Delilah to watch.
LD: He might not want to get the ire up of one Ms. Ghost.
FB: He knows what he’s doing Daley, relax, oh look! Mikey is busted open.
Mikey, bleeding from the forehead, tries a weak attempt at fighting back, but Rude nails a stiff kick to the side of Mikey’s face.
TG: Thirty seconds.
LD: Look at Delilah, she wants in, but Fuego is holding her back!
FB: Let her go! Let’s see what lover girl can do.
Fuego whispers something in Delilah’s ear, she smiles and backs down.
LD: I don’t know what Fuego said, but it worked.
Rude is ripping at Mikey’s cut with his fingernails as Rude kicks Mikey in the gut over and over.
TG: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1……
EEEERRRRNNNNNTTTT
LD: ARES IS IN! The Franchise makes a beeline right toward the Turks!
Ares lands a Yakuza kick right in the face of Rude. Reno tries the double ax handle on Ares, but Ares kicks him in the gut and gives him the Mars DDT. Rude back up and then goes back down from the right hand of Ares. Mikey gets back and sees that he’s bleeding pretty bad. Mikey goes over to Reno and drags him to the side of the cage and starts raking his face across the cage. Mikey drops Reno and goes over to Ares and Rude. Irish whip to Rude and a double elbow from Mikey and Ares. Ares picks up one leg and Mikey picks up the other. With a wink from Ares, they make a wish with Rude.
TG: Thirty Seconds!
LD: Alpha Storm is pretty much having their way with The Turks right now.
FB: Kinda like when I had my way…..
LD: You say it and I’ll punch you in your lips!
FB: OK, Lester, calm down.
Reno grabs Mikey from behind and hits a quick DDT, but as soon as he pops back up, Ares is there to greet him with a nasty lariat.
TG: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…..
EEEEERRRRNNNNTTTT
LD: STEVE SENSATION!! Sensation is in and he goes right for Mikey and knocks him inside out with a stiff clothesline.
Steve then hits Ares with the big boot. The Turks pounce on Mikey throwing punches and kicks at him. Rude picks up Mikey and puts him up on his shoulders as Reno climbs to the top rope. Reno flies off and hit a top rope bulldog. Steve Sensation throws Ares head first into the cage, busting Ares wide open.
FB: Somebody call the Red Cross, we have an elderly citizen losing blood!
LD: Fans, I apologize for the comments of my broadcast partner.
FB: Fans, I apologize for the appearance of my broadcast partner.
Steve rains down lefts and right to the skull of Ares, while Reno has Mikey in a Boston Crab while rude stomps away on Mikey’s head.
LD: This has been total domination by Reaves Inc. Alpha Storm had barley been able to get out of the gate.
TG: Thirty seconds!
LD: We’re thirty seconds away from Alpha Storm evening out the odds.
FB: How can they? The next one in is a woman or a moron.
Steve is still beating on Ares while the Turks have turned their attention to the cage door.
TG: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!!!
EEEEERRRRNNNTTTTTT
LD: EN FUEGO!! AND HE JUST THREW A TRASHCAN OF WEPONS IN THE RING!!
FB: Where did he get that from? This idiot is dangerous! Stop this Daley!
LD: What do you want me to do?
The contents of the can spill out everywhere as Rude picks up a baseball bat and Reno picks up a kendo stick. They start beating En Fuego down with the weapons when Mikey gets back up and taps Reno on the shoulder. Reno turns around and gets the green mist. Fuego hits a low blow on Rude. Fuego picks up a cookie sheet and nails the unsuspecting Steve Sensation in the head.
LD: Fuego didn’t take long to turn this into a barn burner, did he?
FB: He should stay retired! AJ Supreme should remove him from the Circle of Legends, for what he’s done to this match!
Rude is back up and he backs Fuego in the corner and sets Fuego up on the top rope. Rude tries for a top rope superplex, but Fuego blocks it. Ares runs over, leaps up on the middle rope and hits a top rope backstabber on Rude.
LD: Did you see that move by The Franchise? He may have broken Rude’s back!
FB: That move was dirty and you know it Daley!
TG: Thirty Seconds!
LD: We’re thirty seconds away from finding out who the mystery man is!
FB: I hope it’s the entire Arkansas National Guard!
Every man in the ring has some sort of weapon in his hand and they’re beating the tar out of each other with them.
TG: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!!
EEEEERRRRRRNNNNTTTTT
LD: Who is it?
"Feuer Frei" by Rammstein plays on the PA as Eno Redrum runs down to the ring and gets into the cage.
LD: It’s ENO REDRUM!!! HE’S THE NEW MEMBER OF REAVES INC! This isn’t good! Alpha Storm is in deep trouble!
FB: Finally, the end of the Alpha Storm.
LD: Wrath of the Almighty for Fuego, Ares turns around and he gets one for his trouble! He’s up like a cat and now he has Mikey! DEATH FROM ABOVE!
FB: Eno Redrum has single handedly taken out the Alpha Storm. Nobody since TYRANT has been able to do that.
Eno pulls a set of handcuffs out and he drags Mikey over to the ropes and hand cuffs his hands to the cage. The Turks are beating down Ares while Steve Sensation is choking En Fuego with a kendo stick. Eno grabs a cheese grater and tries to use it on Mikey, Mikey spits red mist, but Eno ducks it. Eno is raking the cheese grater into the flesh of Mikey. As Eno rakes it across Mikey’s forehead blood splatter hits Delilah Ghost in the face.
LD: That is one enraged woman on the outside of the ring.
TG: Thirty Seconds!
Delilah is standing by the door when she is attacked from behind by Pain & Suffering. They’re beating Delilah down and Eno is forcing Mikey to watch. Pain holds Delilah up while Suffering punches her in the head, busting Delilah wide open.
LD: She’s not even in the match yet and she’s bleeding.
“Sin” by Nine Inch Nails plays on the PA as TNDS and a very bandaged Alex Crowe run to the ring. Puck and Crowe brawl with Pain & Suffering as Pyros climbs the cage.
FB: Where the hell is he going?
TG: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!
EEEERRRRNNNTTTT
LD: Delilah is in and she’s not happy!! She goes right after Eno…..OH MY SWEET JESUS!!! PYROS JUST DID A TWISTING MOONSAULT OFF THE CAGE, TAKING OUT EVERYBODY!!!
FB: I hope he killed himself.
LD: As I was about to say, all wrestlers are in the cage, the first team to score a submission will be the winning team.
Wild brawling still going on all over the ring, Mikey is still handcuffed to the cage. Pyros gets back up and unlocks Mikey from the cage.
LD: Mikey is free! Mikey and Delilah are beating on Eno Redrum. Steve Sensation has Ares in a figure four!! This could be it!!
FB: Ares is going to tap!! This is it!!
Bell rings
LD: Look at En Fuego! He has a railroad spike jammed into the flesh of Reno! Reno gave up! Alpha Storm wins!!
TG: The winners of the War Games Match……The Alpha Storm!!!
A few minutes pass as the crew gets the cage raised and the ring cleaned up.
"For You" by Lars and The Bastards as "Drifter" Rhemses Trekker steps out onto the runway,
his left arm in a sling. He stops at the entrance to listen to the Hog Heaven crowd's cheers, then
makes his way to the ring.
LD: I wasn't expecting Trekker.
FB: I knew he was coming.
LD: For those who don't know, Rhemses Trekker suffered a torn pectoral as a result of landing
on the outside of the ring wrong at Southern Dynamite.
FB: Melvin told me.
LD: He must be getting good at keeping secrets even from the gossip line.
Drifter slides in under the bottom rope as best he can, and pulls the microphone out of his back
pocket. He listens to the cheers before beginning....
Drifter: Thank you Barnhill Arena. I'm going to miss you guys, but as some of you may know, I
go under the knife at 9:30 a.m. tomorrow morning in Birmingham, Alabama. BUT I just had to come
out here one more time before doing so. You see, since the first night I stepped into the RCW
ring, there's been a ton of rumors floating around. Rumors about why I came to RCW in the first
place. Rumors about my time in Japan, and what all went on there. Rumors about my intentions
with the Southern Heritage Championship. So, in essence, I'm here to squash a few of those rumors
starting with the biggest one, at least as far as the internet is concerned.
Drifter stops speaking for a moment, and looks towards the rampway. The arena goes quiet for
a moment, the suddenly Brooke Trekker steps out from the entrance. The crowd begins cheering
again. Brooke smiles at the crowd and quickly makes her way into the ring to stand beside Trekker.
Drifter: The first rumor I wanted to squash was my relationship with my WIFE, Brooke. I want the
world to know that we are doing just fine, and haven't been happier.
Brooke leans over and puts her arms around her husband and kisses him on the cheek.
FB: Too mushy for me, Lester.
Drifter: The second question I always got, was "why did I come to RCW in the first place?". The
day I stepped in, I was being truthful. I was and will still stand beside RCW. I have been here to
help keep the ratings up. To keep people watching. Now, I know that may sound a bit cocky and
arrogant, but for at least a couple of months, that's just what happened.
FB: He's fooling you. He was just here for a paycheck.
Drifter: I never once asked for the Southern Heritage title shot. I just stated that I was going to make
Jeffrey Hollywood more respected as a champion and make him deserve his title. Tonight will prove
to me if I've accomplished that or not.
LD: Jeffrey Hollywood will have to prove himself to beat The Phil.
FB: Drifter never even stepped in the ring with Hollywood, how can he take credit for that?
Drifter: You see, I stepped up and in the second week of being here, Hollywood had his bodyguard
Parker try and take me out. Something that I myself would have done just less than six months ago.
Step one, work smarter and not harder. Then, without even an action or word, I kept Jeffrey Hollywood
from furthering damages done to Adam Troy. He turned his focus to where it needed to be. Step two,
focus on your future, and let the present take care of itself.
LD: Makes sense to me, Floyd.
FB: I don't buy it.
Drifter: Now, in my opinion, he faces his toughest opponent to date with less than two week's notice, the
guy steps his game up. He even makes a trip to the arctic to prove he's willing to go the extra mile, or
3,000 to get the job done.
FB: Yeah, frostbite and all.
Drifter: So, I want to squash the biggest rumor in RCW about myself before it even starts. Rhemses
Trekker is not retiring. I'm not going on to wrestle in some other federation. I'm not going home to sit
and live on the money I've earned in the past. Starting tomorrow, when I leave that surgery room, I will
be working towards a comeback to RCW. I will be working towards stepping back into the ring, not only
as good as I was, but better. I'm going to return to RCW, and I'm going to make everyone from The Phil
to Jeffrey Hollywood, to Havoc, to Early Beauchamp step up their game once again, just knowing that
at any moment the drifter will return and prove himself. Thank you again Arkansas, and I'll see you
guys later.
"For You" begins playing again as Drifter and Brooke make their way out of the ring. Drifter raises his
right arm and waves to the fans as they return down the rampway.
LD: Well folks, it’s now time for the Natural Title match: Nate Sipes vs. Havoc!
FB: Oh yeah, Daley. Tonight’s the night that we see the end of Nate’s career in RCW.
LD: Did you become the Family’s announcer or something?
FB: Hey, what’s not to respect about someone who just beat the hell out of who ever he wants? I wish I could do that. You would’ve been long gone, Daley.
LD: Just try it once, pretty boy.
The lights turn green and “Kashmir” begins playing. Nate runs down to the ring wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. He slides into the ring, jumps onto the far turnbuckle, holds up his hands, and removes his sweatshirt to reveal a blue and gold wrestling singlet.
LD: Nate has been undefeated, thus far, in RCW with each victory coming against members of the Family.
FB: His luck’s about to run out, Daley. Just wait and see.
The lights turn to gold as a white spotlight shines on the entranceway and Lux Aeterna from "Requiem of a Dream" plays over the pa system before transitioning into "Call of the Ktulu" by Metallica. Havoc, the Family and Chip the Intern make their way through the curtain; Havoc flashing an evil grin on his face as he slowly walks to the ring. He jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring. He goes to the far side of the ring, bounces off the ropes a few times and begins to stare down Nate.
LD: Wherever Havoc goes, so goes the Family. I’m really hoping they don’t interrupt what is sure to be an outstanding match.
FB: Not unless that idiot Nate Sipes provokes them.
LD: Do you really believe he would do something like that?
FB: I live and swear by it.
LD: Whatever. Oh well, at least Pink is letting Trip do the introductions again.
FB: Seriously, I’m getting tired of you mentioning that. If you love Trip so much, why don’t you just marry him?
LD: Because I’m done getting married.
TG: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RCW Natural Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Lock Haven, Pennsylvania, weighing 235 pounds… “The Purist” Nate Sipes!
Nate gives a slight wave to the crowd as they cheer him. Nate does this while never taking his eyes off of Havoc.
TG: And his opponent, from Brockway, Pennsylvania, weighing 205 pounds….the reigning and defending RCW Natural Champion…Havoc!
The fans boo him viciously. Havoc flips them off before taking his belt off of his shoulder and holding it up in front of Nate. Havoc’s evil smile grows wider as Nate grows more and more impatient for the bell to ring.
LD: Havoc is just begging for Nate to attack him.
FB: And if he does, the ref is within his legal rights to disqualify him.
TG: Before beginning this match, I have just been told that AJ Supreme has ordered that if the Family of Extreme gets involved in any way, shape or form that Havoc automatically forfeits the RCW Natural Championship to Nate Sipes!
As the fans cheer, the Family jumps onto the apron to argue with Trip and the referee. Havoc holds them back and seems to calm them down. Havoc hands his belt off to the referee who holds it up for all to see. After he hands it off to the timekeeper, the bell rings and the two men circle each other.
LD: And we’re off and running!
FB: Yeah, but Havoc is already getting screwed over and the match just started. Who does AJ Supreme think he is?
LD: The President of RCW and the man who writes your checks?
FB: Hmmm, good point.
The two men stop circling and Nate goes for a lock-up. Havoc backs off and moves between the top and middle ropes. The ref tells Nate to back off. Havoc moves back towards the center as Nate tries for another lock-up. Havoc, again, backs off and moves between the ropes as the fans begin to boo.
LD: It seems that Havoc just isn’t willing to face-off against Nate today.
FB: He’s just making Nate play by his rules. When Havoc wants to strike, he’ll strike.
LD: Just like the snake that he is.
Nate runs in to go for another lock-up to the same result. Havoc flashes his evil smile to the crowd who continue to boo him. Havoc points to his head before turning around…and getting nailed with a spinning backfist. Havoc falls to the outside.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
LD: Nate with a vicious shot to Havoc and Havoc’s now on the outside!
FB: What a cheap shot!
LD: Well, what did you expect? There’s no way anyone should have to stand for this stalling crap that Havoc was pulling here.
FB: Yeah? Well, let’s see if you feel the same way after Havoc knocks your dentures down your throat.
The Family helps Havoc to his feet as he recovers. They all gather around him which gives Nate a golden opportunity. Nate bounces off the ropes, leaps over the top rope and takes out Havoc and the Family with a big dive.
Crowd: R-C-W! R-C-W! R-C-W!
LD: Tope con hilo by Nate Sipes! That was one of Doug Gavelon’s favorite moves.
FB: So, not only is he a creep but he’s a thief, too? That figures!
LD: Shut up, Floyd!
FB: NO! The Family can’t attack him but he’s allowed to take them out with a dive? This is a travesty of justice.
LD: You can take that up with AJ after the show.
As everyone starts to recover, the referee exits the ring to ensure that the FOE doesn’t interfere. As he does, Havoc nails a low blow on Nate which sends him to the floor. The FOE makes their way to the opposite side of the ring as Havoc starts to stomp on Nate’s neck.
LD: This is terrible! Havoc clearly cheated.
FB: Turnabout’s fair play, Daley. Havoc got cheated earlier and now he’s returning the favor.
Havoc grabs Nate by the back of the neck and slams him, face-first, into the guardrail. He follows this up by picking Nate up and slamming him, throat-first, on top of the guardrail.
LD: Nate is in some serious trouble now. He’ll have a hard time just breathing from here on out.
FB: Not if he just gives up.
LD: You know that would never happen.
Havoc tosses Nate back into the ring. As Nate lies on the mat, Havoc slingshots himself over the top rope and hits a legdrop.
LD: Our first cover! 1…
2…
NO! Nate quickly kicks out!
FB: Yeah, but he’s hurting. This won’t take long.
Havoc drops an elbow on Nate’s neck. Havoc then rolls him up with a magistral cradle.
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Nate still kicks out.
Havoc picks Nate up and backs him up against the ropes. He starts hitting some blistering chops to Nate’s chest. Nate manages to recover, reverses Havoc and starts hitting chops of his own. Nate whips him off the ropes and nails a leg lariat. Nate decides not to go for a cover and instead goes to the top rope.
LD: This could be a mistake. Nate didn’t follow up on that leg lariat with a cover.
FB: That’s for sure, Daley. He’s giving Havoc plenty of time to recover.
Havoc staggers to his feet as Nate steadies himself on the top rope. Nate leaps off as Havoc turns around. Havoc catches him on the way down with an ace crusher.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Nate still manages to get the shoulder up.
FB: Yeah, but he made a big mistake by not making a cover. This match is in Havoc’s hands completely.
Nate manages to get to his feet. As he does, Havoc sneaks up from behind, puts his knees into Nate’s back and drops to the mat.
LD: Lung blower by Havoc! Cover!
1…
2…
NO! Nate still gets the shoulder up.
Havoc, frustrated, pounds the mat. Some fans start to heckle him, so Havoc flips them off. The fans start to boo Havoc again.
LD: Havoc still isn’t much of a fan favorite here tonight.
FB: Ah, what do these hicks know?
LD: They know enough to wait for you out in the parking lot.
FB: True
Havoc picks Nate up and gets him into a hangman’s neckbreaker.
LD: Havoc’s looking for a submission.
FB: It could all be over here.
Nate struggles in pain as the fans start to cheer louder and louder.
Crowd: NATE! NATE! NATE!
Nate finally gets his feet under him and hits a neckbreaker of his own. The ref starts to count but Nate manages to put his arm over Havoc.
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Havoc kicks out!
Both men stagger to their feet. They start to stare each other down again. Havoc shoves Nate who shoves him right back. Havoc slaps Nate who hits a slap of his own. Havoc bounces off the ropes and gets nailed with another spinning backfist which sends him to one knee. Nate bounces off the ropes himself and gets knocked down with a superkick.
Crowd: R-C-W! R-C-W! R-C-W!
LD: What a shot and both men are down!
FB: Havoc is extremely resourceful. He’s recovered from everything Nate’s thrown at him.
Havoc is the first to get to his feet and stomps down on Nate’s neck again. Havoc then goes to the top rope as the fans boo again.
LD: Havoc could be looking for Ravage here. This could put him away.
FB: Do it, Havoc! Do it!
Havoc slides his thumb across his throat as the fans continue to boo. Havoc leaps off the top rope but Nate moves out of the way, causing Havoc to crash and burn. Havoc gets to his feet and Nate catches him in a small package.
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
3!
NO! Havoc kicks out at the last instant!
FB: Man, that was close!
Nate gets up and backs Havoc into a corner. He hooks in the Thai plumb and starts nailing Havoc with knee after knee to the head and midsection. The ref tries to get them out of the corner. This gives Havoc the chance to eye gouge Nate when the referee isn’t looking.
LD: Havoc uses dirty tactics again!
FB: He didn’t get caught. The referee was out of position.
Havoc tries for a lock-up but Nate kicks him in the gut and hits a spinebuster.
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Havoc kicks out!
Nate goes to the top rope; quickly this time. He leaps off and connects with a diving headbutt.
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Havoc kicks out again!
FB: Nate got lucky this time.
LD: I think Havoc is lucky that he’s still the champion. He just barely kicked out.
FB: Havoc’s just getting warmed up.
Nate gets to his feet but Havoc, on one knee, hits several forearms to Nate’s midsection. Nate quickly recovers and hits a forearm of his own. He whips Havoc off the ropes but Havoc recovers and sets up for a Pedigree.
LD: Havoc’s going for Shut Up! This could be over!
Havoc flashes his evil smile to the crowd. Nate recovers and hits an overhead toss. Havoc holds on and sends Nate over with a sunset flip.
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Havoc hits a standing moonsault!
Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Nate rolls through!
1…
2…
NO! Havoc kicks out again! Nate trips him up!
1…
2…
NO! Havoc still kicks out!
FB: Some great action right there, Daley!
Crowd: R-C-W! R-C-W! R-C-W!
The two men, tired, get to their feet again. Havoc kicks Nate in the midsection and connects with a DDT.
LD: Cover! 1…
2…
NO! Nate gets his shoulder up!
FB: Why can’t Nate understand that he’s just fooling himself? Just give up!
LD: Shut up, Floyd!
FB: Wait, Havoc isn’t going for that move.
LD: I know! I’m telling you to shut up!
Havoc picks Nate up and hits a few chops. He goes to whip him off but Nate reverses him with a whip of his own. As Havoc comes back, Nate catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex.
LD: TIDAL WAVE! Cover!
1…
2…
3! NATE WINS! NATE’S THE NATURAL CHAMPION!
TG: Here is your winner…and…NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW RCW Natural Champion… “The Purist” Nate Sipes!
LD: What a great victory by Nate Sipes!
FB: Yeah, but it doesn’t like Havoc is just going to let him celebrate.
Chip gets into the ring and begins stomping on Nate’s head. Havoc tells him to pick Nate up as he grabs the Natural Title belt. Chip holds him up as Havoc goes to hit Nate. Nate moves and Chip gets nailed with the belt. Nate then knocks down Havoc with a spinning backfist as the rest of the FOE get onto the apron. Before they can enter the ring, the lights go out in the arena.
LD: Now what?
FB: I guess AJ didn’t pay the electric bill.
After a few moments of silence, “Through the Fire and Flames” by Dragonforce plays on the loudspeaker. A spotlight shines on the entranceway as the cloaked figure appears through the curtain.
LD: Looks like the cloaked figure is getting involved in this conflict.
The figure pulls off his robe to reveal…
LD: IT’S DOUG GAVELON! HE’S BACK!
FB: And looking like his old self again. Oh no!
Doug runs down the entranceway as the FOE jumps off the apron and back off. Doug gets in the ring. Havoc staggers to his feet, turns around and locks eyes with a very determined Doug. Havoc’s demeanor turns to shock and frustration as Doug starts nailing punches on Havoc. He soon knocks Havoc out of the ring with a roaring elbow. Chip tries to escape but Nate grabs him and holds him for Doug.
LD: Doug is back and looking for revenge!
Chip starts to cry as Doug grabs him. Doug just laughs. He then pats Chip on the shoulder and lets him go.
FB: Oh good, Doug’s letting him go. He isn’t such a vengeful d*ck after all.
LD: Floyd!
Chip gives him a thumbs up which Doug returns. Suddenly, Doug’s face changes to a scowl, he turns the thumbs down and gets Chip in a torture rack position. The fans erupt in cheers as Doug drops Chip on his head.
LD: Burning Hammer on Chip the Intern! That liar finally got what he deserved.
FB: This is terrible.
Doug grabs the Natural Title belt and slings it over Nate’s shoulder. Doug then reaches over to Trip and grabs the microphone as the fans chant for Doug.
DG: Well, hello there, Havoc. I’ll bet you never thought you’d see me again. Sorry to disappoint you but I’ve been watching intently during my recovery. Every word you’ve said, every idle threat you’ve made, every person you’ve hurt; I’ve seen it all. Now, it’s my time to do what I should’ve done a long time ago and end each and every one of your careers. This show has already seen one feud continued inside a steel cage, so why not make it two?
LD: Is Doug challenging Havoc and the Family to a Steel Cage Match?
FB: That’s what it sounds like that fool wants.
Havoc starts to laugh as he grabs a microphone of his own.
H: Are you kidding me, Doug? You want to challenge me and the Family to a Steel Cage Match? First off, the last time we had one, a Cage of Death Match, you lost…to me! Second of all, there are five of us and only two of you. Well, I guess if you can gather up what’s left of Alex Crowe, you may have two and a half. So, what makes you think you can even make such a challenge?
DG: Maybe because it isn’t just me and Nate standing against you. I have brought in three men to fight against you, Havoc. Their leader is no stranger to hardcore matches and in his previous organization he was considered a prophet.
LD: Floyd, does he mean who I think he means?
FB: Oh, Jesus.
DG: Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you, Hardcore Jesus and his Disciples: Wacko Carl and Extreme Beavis!
The orchestral opening of “Jesus Christ Superstar” plays before transitioning into “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson. Hardcore Jesus and his Disciples walk down to the ring and stand next to Doug and Nate.
LD: Hardcore Jesus and his Disciples are now in RCW!
FB: Who’s showing up next: Shia Mizbourne or Onslaught?
LD: Who?
FB: Nevermind.
DG: I realized that to combat any Family, it would take an army and this is mine. Together, these men are the 7 Day Army because, unlike you pathetic excuses for competitors, this army doesn’t take a break. And so, WE challenge you to Steel Cage Warfare!
Havoc thinks about it for a moment before putting the microphone to his mouth again.
H: I’ll accept on two conditions. First of all, one elimination won’t be enough. If this is to settle this then the entire opposition must be eliminated.
DG: I have no problem with that.
H: Second, you, Doug, must put up your career. If you lose this match, then you can never wrestle again in any group or under any name. If you lose, it’s over.
DG: Very well but if I put up my career then so should the Family. If the Family loses, then you’re all gone.
Havoc hesitates again as the fans chant “Just Say Yes!”
H: YOU’RE ON!
LD: And the challenge is accepted: the Family of Extreme vs. the 7 Day Army in Steel Cage Warfare!
H: Now, just when were you planning on your destruction?
The fans boo slightly before Doug starts to speak.
DG: It seems that soldiers on each side are weary from their battles earlier tonight. Therefore, I say that we wait until Southern Dynamite 34. That way, you’ll have no excuses when I send your b*tch a** packing.
The fans cheer again and start chanting “B*TCH A**!” at Havoc.
H: So be it. At Southern Dynamite 34, this FOE will put you down for good, Doug!
“Call of the Ktulu” by Metallica plays as Havoc and the FOE move around the side of the ring towards the entranceway. Doug and the 7DA stand guard in the ring until they make their way through the curtain.
LD: And there you have it: Steel Cage Warfare is coming at Southern Dynamite #34!
FB: Yeah, and we’ll finally see the last of Doug Gavelon!
Cameras go backstage to the locker room area, where The Phil and Joseph Higashi appear to be making their preperations.
Joe: You ready for this Phil?
The Phil: Yeah man, I'm ready for it. It's just a match with Hollywoood. THe Southern Heritage Championship Belt, my first Hog Heaven Appereance in almost a year...
Joe: You nervous?
The Phil: Hardly...
The Phil begins wrapping the taping on his hands, making sure that the wraps are good and tight with Higashi's help.
Joe: You seem like it.
The Phil: I just can't shake that feeling Joe.
Joe: You mean you still think someone's watching you, or following you?
The Phil: Yeah, that too. But I keep getting this feeling that something's just, not right tonight.
Joe: You are nervous. It's only natural to be that way man, you're the challenger, thousands of people are watching you in the audience, and at home too. Plus, it's been a while since you've been on camera. It's only natural.
The Phil: Yeah, that must be it. Hey man..
The Phil looks towards the camera.
The Phil: You mind a little privacy, I got a belt to go get.
The camera gets a full shot of The Phil's face, he does look a bit off.
Joe: You heard the man, go film Bettie Lee Ross doing jumping jacks, or Floyd Boyd adjusting his toupee..
The camera backs out of the room as the shot cuts back to Floyd and Lester.
LD: Seems as though the challenger is somewhat somber. Maybe something is going on tonight, what are your thoughts?
FB: Lester, I just want to say for the record that I do not wear a toupee, I just happen to have a very unique hair style.
LD: I wasn't aware Floyd that Dead squirrel was a hair style.
FB: It isn't! I happen to get my hair cut by Jim down by Rib Crip.
LD: He must use the kitchen shears from next door...
FB: Oh, forget about my hair! Let's try and concentrate on doing our jobs.
LD: I didn't know you were that dedicated to your work.
FB: As dedicated as I am to my hair.
LD: That explains a lot on so many levels...
TG: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the MAIN EVENT!
The fans in attendance explode to their feet in cheers.
TG: This one fall match is for the RCW Southern Heritage Championship!
The fans continue to cheer.
TG: First, making his way to the ring hailing from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. He is a former two time Southern Heritage Champion, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, and standing at six feet five inches, Phillip ... Shane.... Abernathy!
The big screen television comes to life as The Offspring's "You're Gonna go Far, Kid" plays over the public address system. The Phil comes out through the curtains and walks out to the aisle. The fans give a mix reaction of boos, cheers and jeers as he makes his way down. A few fans are holding out their hands for a high five or hand slap, and Phil obliges them. He stops by one fan holding a sign "Phil's good to be back!" and smiles at it for a moment before making his way ringside. He hops on the apron and steps over the top rope, then makes his way to what could be called the neutral corner. Furthest from the entrance, and furthest from the Champion about to make his way. Joseph Higashi comes out from the crowd much to their surprise, and makes his way to The Phil's corner.
FB: It appears as if The Phil is distancing himself from the Champion even before the match starts!
LD: A very wise tactic for strategy, to prevent the normal rush tactic some people show. We'll have to see how the Champion looks though to see if that's the type of fight we can expect tonight. One of tactics and technique, or one of just sheer brute force between these two heated men tonight.
FB: I'm personally holding out for the brute force.
TG: And now making his way to the ring, hailing from Hollywood California. He is the current Souther Heritage Champion, standing at six feet two inches, and weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds. "The Main Attraction" Jeffrey Hollywood!
The lights dim as “Superstar” by Saliva begins to blare throughout the arena. The fans boo as Jeffrey Hollywood emerges from the entranceway with the Southern Heritage Championship draped over his shoulder. He wears a black silk shirt with a white suit jacket, both of which are unbutton, along with a pair of expensive sunglasses. He grins as he slowly raises his Championship belt into the air while turning his head, causing his hair to whip around, giving him that almost “rock star” appearance. The fans continue to boo as he walks down the ramp, slides into the ring and stand in the center of it. Again he raises his Southern Heritage Title high in the air, giving his “rock star pose” before going to the corner and takes off his jacket, shirt, and sunglasses. His music fades as he looks confident while leaning up against the turnbuckles.
FB: The Champion looks more confident and more determined than I've ever seen him Daley.
LD: Looks as if the Phil is just waiting for the bell to to ring to start this match off. Perhaps technique is not the order of the day here.
Butch Fitzpatrick takes the Southern Heritage Championship from Hollywood and walks across the ring to show it to Phil, who smirks and turns his attention back to Hollywood, who grins right back. Butch walks to the center of the ring and holds the Southern Heritage Title high above his head for all the fans to see. He then walks to the ropes and hands the belt off to the time keeper before calling for the bell.
LD: Here we go Floyd, our Main Event of what has already been a historic night in RCW.
FB: I can't wait to see these two blow the roof off here at Hog Heaven: Southern Chill.
LD: There have been many heated words exchanged between these two, but the time for talking has come to an end and we're about to find out just who wants the Southern Heritage Championship more.
The bell sounds officially beginning the match as The Phil starts off with a charge into Hollywood with a shot to the chest, then a cross to the face, and follows both of those by grabbing his shoulders and forcing a rising knee to the gut. While the Champion is doubled over, he grabs him by the arm and whips him to the ropes. Hollywood comes back quickly as Phil attempts a clothesline but instead receives a diving tackle, followed by mounted punches to the face. Butch finally breaks into the mount warning Hollywood about using closed fists on the Phil and checks on the challenger.
LD: Phil exploding out of his corner and immediately taking the fight to the Champion.
FB: And look how quickly Hollywood got the momentum to swing in his favor.
Phil nails a small fireman's carry and quickly rolls into a sit down sleeper. The fans begin to chant P. S. A. over and over again as Butch goes in to check the hold. A small look of annoyance comes over Hollywood's face as he rolls his eyes and The Phil off. Hollywood quickly gets to his feet and shakes his head.
FB: No way is Hollywood going to give up this early, Phil better come up with a better plan if he wants to have even a slight chance at walking away with the belt tonight.
LD: Well here comes Phil, he rushes right at the Champion.
Hollywood quickly capitalizes on Abernathy's momentum by sidestepping and planting him face first with a drop toe hold, and with tremendous speed grabs the legs of the Phil to go for his signature inverted figure four leg lock. Phil scrambles for the ropes and Butch has no choice but to have Hollywood stop trying to apply the hold. Both men quickly get back to their feet as Phil attempts a roundhouse kick but Hollywood is able to duck it and delivers a snap suplex. The ring shakes from the impact as Phil lands hard on his back. Hollywood quickly follows up with a standing moonsault which he holds for the cover.
FB: Beautifully executed snap suplex from the Champion! This could be the end for The Phil's third title reign, before it even happens!
LD: Butch Fitzpatrick is right there to make the count!
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LD: And a kick out by Phil, though he doesn't even seem to know where he's kicking, just that he is.
Hollywood lets out a frustrated sigh as he picks up Phil and slings him to the ropes, however Phil reverses and it's the Champion who is sent towards the ropes. As Hollywood approaches the ropes, he jumps onto the middle one and leaps off with a springboard back flip, which he catches Phil on the way down with a reverse DDT. He quickly makes another cover.
FB: And Hollywood's speed just seems to be more than Phil can handle here.
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LD: PHIL WITH ANOTHER KICK OUT! One may think that our challenger's been taking several two second breaks during this match, but honestly... I think he needs to start mounting some form of offensive if he wants to claim the title tonight.
FB: Hollywood's got Phil's number tonight, there's no way the Title is changing hands.
Phil starts standing to his feet while Hollywood stands over him. Phil comes up swinging with a left, and a right, and a left, and a right, then a kick to the midsection and a whip to the ropes and then plants Hollywood down this time with a SWINGING DDT!!! He goes for the cover but Hollywood rolls over and quickly gets back to his feet. Phil leaps up and nails a short arm clothesline, and goes for another pin attempt, but Hollywood is quickly back up before the ref can even start a count. Phil gets back up and is now met with a fast spin heel kick.
LD: A small bit of offense from the Phil, but now it appears as if the Champion has put a stop to it.
FB: I'll say, those kicks are lethal, coupled with Hollywood's experience and speed here in RCW they can put a quick stop to the Phil's attempt at becoming a three time Champ tonight.
Hollywood pulls Phil to his feet and tosses him into the corner. The Champion connects with a few knife edge chops to the chest of The Phil, then goes for a hay maker right, which the Phil ducks under and uses the opportunity to place Hollywood into a full nelson. Hollywood starts battling out only for Phil to plant him to the mat with a spine buster. Phil then goes for the pin attempt.
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LD: Hollywood easily kicking out there.
FB: Look at the moron forgetting to hook the leg letting the Champion get out easily. Back in my days, a wrestling coach would bean you for something that stupid.
LD: The Phil seems to be looking over his shoulder at something, Joe Higashi maybe?
FB: That little Asian guy Phil always keeps around him gives me the willies.
LD: He's Thai.
FB: Asian, Thai, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, they're all eight dollars a plate, so it's hard to tell them apart.
LD: As tactful as always I see.
FB: Right you are, but tactics seem to finally be coming out from the Phil. He seems to be trying to slow down the pace of this match.
The Phil hits an arm drag and holds onto the arm, locking in an arm bar. Butch checks on the Champion as Phil applies more pressure.
LD: That would be the smart thing for Phil to do right now. The man really needs to keep the Champ grounded if he plans on obtaining the title tonight.
FB: He'll have to do better than that because even if he can keep "The Main Attraction" from the ropes, all he'll be doing is giving them both a breather. That doesn't win Championships Daley, that just gives the Champion a chance to recover.
Hollywood is able to make it to the ropes and grabs the bottom one as Butch motions for Phil to release the hold. Both men get to their feet and lock up again, Phil is able to whip Hollywood into the corner and follows up with a running splash. At the last second the Champion is able to move out of the way and Phil crashes chest first into the corner. As he staggers out, Hollywood runs and clotheslines the back of Phil's head, sending him face first into the buckles.
LD: I think he just knocked The Phil out cold with that!
FB: I think you're right. It may be time for his patented hang-time drop kick!
Floyd Boyd hits it right on the nose as Hollywood lifts Phil up onto the top rope so he is seated, facing out towards the fans. He grabs Phil by the hair and pulls him backwards, tangling him in the tree of woe. Hollywood plants a few boots right into Phil's face before heading across the ring to the opposite corner. Hollywood grins as he gives his “rock star” pose causing the fans to boo loudly.
FB: I LOVE THIS MOVE!!
LD: It is probably one of the more impressive ones we've ever seen here in Razorback Championship Wrestling.
Hollywood runs towards Phil and as he gets close, he jumps and almost appears to freeze in midair before delivering a stiff drop kick right to Phil's face. The challenger falls out of the turnbuckle into what could only be described as a pile of flesh and bones.
LD: Hollywood scooping up the remains of The Phil and plants him in the middle of the ring.
FB: Looks like he's going up top for that corkscrew moonsault! I've seen him nail this millions of times Lester. This is about as over as it gets.
The Champion stands on the top rope and points down at The Phil before leaping off with the corkscrew moonsault. Phil tried to roll away, but only succeeded in rolling on his back just in time for Hollywood to hit the move perfectly. He stays on him for the pin. The crowd goes silent as Butch starts the count, all but Floyd Boyd that is...
FB: The Champ hooks the leg, this one is over!!
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LD: NO! The Phil got his shoulder up just before the three!!
The crowd erupts into a huge pop as Hollywood gets up and argues with Butch that it was a slow count.
LD: A slow count? Oh come on Champ.
FB: You know, I thought Butch was taking his sweet old time to make that count myself.
LD: It was a perfectly by the books count and you know it Floyd.
Another look of frustration appears across Hollywood's face as he picks up the Phil.
LD: Phil really in trouble here, I think he got his should up only by sheer force of will. For the want of the crown here in RCW.
FB: You know what they say Lester, heavy is the head that wants the crown...
LD: And heavier still is the one who wears it.
FB: That's not what I was about to say, but it appears that we're about to see the end of this match as Hollywood signals for The Main Attraction!
LD: If Hollywood hits this, he will remain Champion!
The crowd begins to cheer for the recovery of P.S.A. as Hollywood hooks Phil's arms after spinning him around. As he goes for the Main Attraction, Phil is able to brace his legs and put a stop to it.
LD: I don't think I've ever seen anyone stop this move. It'll be a battle of strength to see if Phil in his weakened condition can unhook his arms, or lift up Hollywood.
The two men jockey for position for what feels like an eternity as finally Phil is able to slip his arms free and clip Hollywood's leg with a shoulder tackle, sending him down to the canvas. Hollywood quickly rolls over to the ropes as The Phil just lays on the ground.
LD: The length of this match appears to be going longer than our challenger expected. It's looking like the stamina of Phil is running out, as Hollywood still is able to keep going.
FB: That's why he's the Southern Heritage Champion Daley.
Hollywood limps slightly as he approaches the still downed Phil. He bends down to bring the Phil up and is met in the face with a vicious straight right to the face.
FB: Ref! That was a closed fist! You should throw him out for that! We all saw it! DISQUALIFICATION!!!
LD: And down goes the Champ! I think that one caught him on the jaw! If Phil can only capitalize on this.
FB: I don't think he can, I think both men are out cold on the ground. However, this match should be over anyways because Butch should have DQed Phil!
Butch may have missed the right to the jaw, but he's not blind enough to miss two unconscious people laid out on the mat and begins the double count.
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The fans start stomping their feet and clapping their hands, hoping to get one of the men up to stop this count.
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FB: GET UP HOLLYWOOD!!!!
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LD: Looks like Hollywood's almost to his feet, but appears a bit wobbly.
FB: It was that cheap shot to the face!
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Hollywood falls down before getting all the way to his feet.
LD: The punch must have really caught him badly on the jaw.
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The fans start cheering as The Phil makes it to his feet before the ten count.
LD: And the Phil's back on his feet, but does he know where he is?
FB: Come on, you know full well this match should have already been ended.
LD: It was unfortunate that Butch didn't see the closed fist from Phil but it happens. Had Hollywood nailed the punch, you wouldn't be calling for a DQ, would you?
FB: Shut up Daley.
The Phil shakes the cobwebs loose as he spies the downed Champion. The crowd begins to cheer as he begins signaling for the finale of the match, and approaches the semi unconscious Hollywood.
FB: NO... it looks like The Phil is going for the "Knot of Pain" his signature arm bar figure four!
LD: Right you are Floyd, this move is a good one to try here, as the pain should both wake up our Champion, and he's near the middle of the ring so should be met with little resistance.
The Phil slaps on the move, but as Hollywood's eyes go wide with pain, he quickly sits up and beans the Phil right at the base of the skull, forcing Phil to immediately drop the hold enough so that Hollywood can get his legs free.
FB: YEAH, THERE YA GO!!!
LD: He just hit a closed fist, yet you're cheering him for it?
FB: It was a palm strike, you need your eyes checked.
LD: Unbelievable.
Both men recover quickly and scramble to their feet, heading towards opposite corners.
LD: It appears that both men here are regrouping.
The camera gets a really wide shot of both men leaning back in opposite sides of the ring, eying one another. Finally, after the referee tells them he'll start a double count if neither move, they stand up and start to advance towards the center of the ring. They begin to exchange fists again, before Phil finally lands another hay maker, and slips down to make the cover.
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FB: AND HOLLYWOOD KICKED OUT AGAIN!!! This man can not be beaten! Phil's going to have to kill him to get this title if he wants it!
LD: That's something that The Phil may not be capable of in this state.
FB: I see what you mean, the man can hardly stand now, and Hollywood has gotten back to his feet.
Phil tries for a short arm clothesline, but the Champ dodges and quickly rolls the Phil up into a pinning attempt.
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LD: Phil manages to reverse it into a cradle pin!
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FB: Hollywood manages to break the cradle and go into a hooked leg pin attempt!
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LD: And The Phil manages to break the two count and rolls Hollywood up for another pin attempt!
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FB: Hollywood with another reversal, Phil's shoulders are down again!
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LD: Phil is able to break the count by getting his foot on the ropes!
FB: Wow!
The crowd cheers in appreciation for how badly these two men want to be Champion.
LD: Both men getting desperate it seems with these quick pinning attempts, as this crowd is now on fire and on their feet!
FB: What a Main Event this is shaping up to be. Both of these guys really know how to pull out all the stops.
Phil shakes his head as Hollywood grins and they meet in the center of the ring again. They lock up and Hollywood sends Phil up and over with a hip toss. Phil quickly gets back to his feet only to get another hip toss. Phil back to his feet, charges at Hollywood and gets caught with a headlock take down.
LD: Impressive showing by the Champion, but got to give Phil credit, he keeps coming.
FB: Now Hollywood is wearing down the challenger by keeping that side head lock snitched in.
Hollywood applies more pressure on the side head lock as the fans get behind Phil again with cheers and claps. Phil manages to get to his feet but Hollywood refuses to let the hold go. After a few elbows to the gut, Phil is able to position himself so he can lift the Champion up and drops him on the back of his head with a back drop suplex.
LD: Phil gaining momentum here, the Champion better watch out.
FB: No worries, Hollywood has this match completely under control.
Phil pulls Hollywood up and connects with an English Uppercut, which sends the Champion staggering back into the corner. Phil charges in with a huge clothesline that rocks Hollywood against the buckles. Phil takes a step back and places his boot right against Hollywood's throat, choking him in the corner.
FB: Come on, get him out of there Butch.
LD: Technically Phil has till the count of give to break this hold.
Butch warns Phil and starts counting.
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Phil takes his foot away as Hollywood bends forward, choking and gasping for air. Phil smirks as he hooks him head and delivers a running bulldog out of the corner. Phil then drops an elbow down across the Champ's chest and goes for the cover.
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FB: Hollywood KICKS OUT!
LD: Phil really gaining the advantage here, hopefully it will last.
Phil gets up and grabs Hollywood's leg, looking to lock in a figure four. As he goes to hook the second leg, Hollywood shoves him off and he slams right into Butch, both men go down.
FB: Brilliant!
LD: The referee is down and so is the challenger, they collided heads hard.
Hollywood looks over and sees both men down and out, a grin forms on his face as he drops and rolls out of the ring. He goes over to where Trip is sitting and shoves him out of his seat.
FB: Move moron!
LD: Is that really called for?
Hollywood grabs the steel chair and slides back into the ring. He starts yelling for Phil to get up as Joe Higashi gets in and tries to grab the chair away from the Champion.
LD: Now Joseph is trying to prevent further injury to his friend.
FB: HIT HIM!!!
LD: FLOYD!!!
FB: What? I told you he gives me the creeps.
Hollywood easily shoves Joe away and cracks him in the head with the chair. The fans gasp at seeing and hearing the impact made as the steel connects with skull. Joe crumbles to the mat and Hollywood kicks him out of the ring. He drops the chair near the ropes and goes over to Phil, who is starting to stir.
FB: YES!!!
LD: I can't believe Hollywood hit that poor innocent man.
FB: He got involved so he got what he deserved.
LD: Butch still appears to be out cold as Hollywood drags Phil over to the chair.
FB: I think I know what's coming Lester.
LD: He wouldn't...
Hollywood drags Phil over and places him face first on top of the chair. He reaches down, grabs both arms and lifts Phil's head and upper body up off the mat. With a sick grin he places his foot against the back of Phil's head and stomps down onto the chair.
FB: CURB STOMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LD: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The fans fall silent as Phil's head gets crushed onto the chair. Hollywood rolls him over and kicks the chair out of the ring as blood starts flowing from Phil's head.
FB: It's the beginning of the end right here Daley.
LD: Butch appears to still be out cold.
Hollywood drags Butch over to Phil and tries to wake him up but is unsuccessful as Butch barely moves. Hollywood looks around as Phil lays on his back with blood dripping down his face.
FB: Think of something Champ.
Hollywood slides out of the ring and grabs a cup of water out of a fan's hand at ringside. He reaches into the ring and dumps the water over Butch's face. He goes over and grabs another cup from a fan and does the same thing again. Finally after Hollywood takes a third drink from an unlucky fan and dumps it over Butch, he starts to cough and shake his head.
FB: There we go.
LD: This just isn't right.
Hollywood slides in and makes the cover.
FB: Sure it is, Jeffrey Hollywood retains his title!!!
Butch, still groggy, makes the count.
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LD: NOOOO!!!!!!! PHIL GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!!
FB: HOW????
Hollywood can't believe it as he looks down at the bloodied face of The Phil. Hollywood bend down to pull Phil up but the challenger rolls him up in a small package as Butch goes for the count.
FB: NO!!!
LD: We could have a new champion here...
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FB: KICK OUT!!! THANK GOD HOLLYWOOD KICKED OUT!!!!
LD: Nobody can deny the Champion has a fighting spirit.
Both men get to their feet as Phil connects with a knife edge chop, followed by a kick to the gut. Phil quickly lands a snap DDT and goes for the pin.
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FB: KICK OUT!!
Phil doesn't waste any time as he picks Hollywood up and nails a stalling suplex, followed by a pin.
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FB: SHOULDER UP!!!
Phil again is quick to pull the Champion up, only to drive him back to the mat with a backbreaker. Phil hits a standing leg drop and covers...
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FB: KICK OUT!!!!
LD: Phil is determined to get the victory here, he must have found a second wind somewhere!
Phil picks Jeffrey up and body slams him in the center of the ring. He climbs out onto the apron and looks out at the fans, who are cheering for him. He smiles as he raises his arm in the air and points towards the top rope, which causes the fans to clap and cheer even louder. Meanwhile, Hollywood is back to his feet and he rushes over to Phil as he goes to head to the top and Hollywood hits a drop toe hold from inside the ring to Phil, who falls forward on the apron and smacks his face into the turnbuckle coils.
FB: There we go!
LD: Phil just landed face first into the metal spring like coils that connect the turnbuckles to the ring post.
FB: That just further helped open up that gash on Phil's forehead. Man Hollywood is innovative, I've never seen that done before.
Hollywood grabs Phil and rolls him back into the ring, where he picks him up and delivers a Russian leg sweep. He quickly follows that up with a standing shooting star press, which he holds for the cover.
FB: This has to be it!
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LD: KICK OUT!!! PHIL KICKED OUT!!!
FB: How is he still able to fight back???
LD: This is one hell of a main event!!!
Hollywood stands next to the ropes and looks back at Phil, watching him get to his feet. As he does, Hollywood jumps onto the middle rope and leaps off with a springboard enzuigiri, but Phil ducks out of the way. Hollywood crashes to the mat as Phil recovers.
LD: That missed attempt could cost the Champion!
Phil grabs Hollywood and goes for the AFTERMATH but Hollywood reverses and hooks Phil for the MAIN ATTRACTION!
FB: IT'S OVER!!!
Just as Hollywood goes to drive Phil face first into the mat, Phil manages to reverse the move... right into the ZERO HOUR!!! The fans erupt in cheers as Phil makes the cover...
LD: ZERO HOUR... NEW CHAMPION!!!
FB: NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!
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LD: YES! PHIL HAS DONE IT!!!!
FB: SON OF A....
The fans are on their feet, clapping and cheering.
TG: Here is your winner... and NEW RCW SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION... THE PHIL!!!!!!!
Phil stands up as Butch raises his hand in victory while “You're gonna go far kid” by Offspring blares. Butch hands the Southern Heritage Championship to Phil, who looks at in and smiles.
LD: Phil has made history tonight, he has become a three time Southern Heritage Champion!!!
FB: Hollywood had this match won, what happened?
LD: You can't take anything away from Hollywood, he fought with the heart of a true Champion!
Joseph gets into the ring and celebrates Phil's victory as Hollywood rolls out of the ring. Hollywood stands on the entrance stage and looks down into the ring at Phil clutching the Southern Heritage Championship.
FB: Hollywood better get a.... HEY, WHAT THE?????
Suddenly the lights go out and fill the arena in complete darkness as Phil's music cuts off.
LD: What did you do?
FB: Me? I didn't do anything!
LD: Come on, somebody needs to get these lights back on.
Finally the lights come back on and the fans are in stunned silence as Jeffrey Hollywood lays flat on his back on the stage, with blood pouring from his forehead. Phil stands in the ring with the title belt, looking just as confused as everybody else.
FB: What happened?
LD: I don't know but we need immediate help out here for Jeffrey Hollywood.
Medical staff quickly rush to Hollywood's aid as Heather Divine and “Slick” Mick Morrison rush out also.
LD: What the heck just happened?
FB: Um, the lights went out and Hollywood got knocked out cold.
LD: I know that, but who did it?
FB: Wouldn't we all like to know that, Lester.
LD: I'm sure we'll have word on his condition on the next Southern Dynamite. But Floyd, what a night this has been! That match we just saw was completely unbelievable what just went down here tonight! Nothing can top what we've just witnessed!
FB: I myself have been here in this chair, sober, and still don't beleive it! The Phil has JUST BEAT HOLLYWOOD! You can start simply calling me The Floyd now.
The Phil is still standing in the middle of the ring, asking for a microphone from Trip Gordon as "You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring begins to die down.Chants of P.S.A. are still erupting from around the audience as he stands in the center, waiting for the noise to all die down. As the crowd begins to dull to a murmur, he begins to speak.
The Phil: Well here I am, Razorback Championship Wrestling... your new SOUTHERN HERITAGE CHAMPION.
The crowd gives a huge pop. En Fuego is copied, Ares is plaguerized, and the whole gimmick is given a nod to.
The Phil: And with my third time being on top of this mountain, this will be the beginning of a new era in Razorback History. This is the dawning of a new age. You may even say this is the dawning of a new me.
FB: But some of us like the old you.
The Phil: I've had a few weeks to re-think some things. All this talk this last few weeks about entertainment, and challenges, and champion belts has got me thinking about a LOT of things. And I've realized that I've turned my back on all of you.
Phil drapes the title belt across his shoulder, and with his free hand, wipes the sweat from his brow.
The Phil: And, I realize now, after someone who was truly worse than I shows up here, and I finally get in this ring with you all behind my back again...
The roar of the crowd begins to kick up again with chants of P.S.A. yet again.
The Phil: Just like that...
The Phil can't help but smile as he shakes his head.
The Phil: With that behind me, I was able to win tonight, so I'm going to start this title reign by promising you all to be the best Champion this federation has EVER seen. I promise I'll never forget that you're right there behind me, cheering both me and Razorback Championship Wrestling onto greatness!
As the crowd begins to cheer even louder, Floyd and Lester chime in.
LD: It would seem as if The R.C.W.'s Heel Nuisance has had a change of heart tonight...
FB: But... but... I was...
LD: Let the man finish talking Floyd, you may learn something.
FB: What I've learned is this man's been champion for three minutes, and I already need a drink.
The Phil: I promise to be true to this sport, true to my principles, and true to my fans.
A voice cuts in through the cheers.
Voice: Truth?
The Phil starts to look around the auditorium, trying to find the source of the noise.
Voice: True to your fans? As in, no more deception?
FB: That voice.. I've heard it before.
LD: I think you're right Floyd, I think you're right.
The Phil keeps looking around, as the spotlight in the Boys and Girls Club goes to the back of the crowd to a masked man holding a microphone.
The Phil: You, how... it can't be you.
The camera begins to zoom in to get a better shot.
Voice: But Senõr Phil, it is me.
FB: That's El Bastardo del Talon! But... but..
LD: The Phil supposedly was El Bastardo del Talon, it's how he got his shot at his second title reign...
The Phil: I'm you.
El Bastardo del Talón: Are you sure about that? Is any one sure about that?
The whole auditorium is silent, as their attention is now trained on the luchador, as The Phil approaches the edge of the ring, and fishes out an El Bastardo del Talón mask of his own, and puts it on as the crowd lets loose a huge pop.
The Phil: Yes, I'm sure about that.
El Bastardo del Talón: Any one can put on a mask Senõr. Any one can claim to be from south of the border, but there is only one E.B.D.T. and that's me, and once I resign my contract with this place, I'm coming for that title that's rightfully mine!
Hernando Tornado begins playing over the auditorium as The Phil just stares on in disbeleif.
LD: Fans, it seems as if what I had only said moments ago has been corrected. This, this tops this monumental night, what a way to end Southern Chill. A new Champion, a new record in the books, and the return of the Mexican Sensation, El Bastardo del Talón!
