[The scene opens with some footage from earlier in the week, Thursday according to the watermark graphic in the lower right corner. The shot is of a shot of an open door, which has a nameplate on it reading "SWF OFFICES - PRESIDENT MICHAEL TREY". Our footage pans inside the office to reveal Michael Trey, Bisc Limpkit, and Tiny Biggs all inside. Obviously they're discussing the height issue.]
MICHAEL TREY: I'm sorry Tiny, but we just cannot hire people over height and weight limits to the SWF with our current insurance plan. They'd make rates skyrocket and we'd be making practically NO money. And the first time we had some big guy go in for a medical problem, they'd probably shut us down.
[Trey turns to Bisc.]
BISC LIMPKIT: Hey man, I know. I tried talking to them, but they said that all we can do is check all the new guys. No one can be hired anymore if they're in those height ranges. I suppose we can give it a measure anyways.
[Tiny nods his head. They stand up and Bisc grabs a tape measure from the desk. Tiny stands up against a wall, and Bisc tapes the measure tape to the floor. Bisc and Trey grabs chairs to stand on, because Tiny is so damn big. They pause and point to Tiny's shoes, trying to cut down on any excess inches. He kicks them off and they return their attention to his head. While they aren't looking, he quickly bends his knees a couple inches. Trey measures it and remarkably, Tiny is 7'1"! Trey and Bisc begin to scratcb their heads, and then Bisc points it out. Tiny straightens out and he goes over the mark by a lot. Bisc jumps down off the chair and begins to confront Tiny for trying to cheat on the height, but Tiny pushes back. Security quickly comes in and escorts Tiny out of the office.]
[A low rumbling slowly builds in the background. Suddenly it heightens and guitar beats blast as "Infest" by Papa Roach begins to play. Explosions fly off in procession along with the music as the chorus kicks in. The camera skims along outside The Astrodome in Houston as hundreds of fans wave their arms outside, It cuts to the inside as a huge pyrotechnic display goes off all around the entryway and up along the SmackTV. We spot a couple signs inside the arena like one held by a teen... "Johnny Drake Is My Hero... NOT", or another... "Damien, Prepare To Be Hunted". The camera cuts to inside the ring where familiar announcers Tony Rielly and Rick Lawton stand side by side, ready to begin the show.]
Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, this is SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKDOWN!!!
[The crowd cheers, the camera cuts to SmackTV, where the screen goes white and then slowly fades to black. The letter 'J' appears on the left of the screen, followed by the letter 'I' on the right. Suddenly, the letter 'D' fades in to the center and a HUGE explosion is seen and heard by the entrance way. "Slippin" by DMX blares through the speakers as the fans actually... cheer. From the eantrance way enters newly crowned SWF World Champion Johnny Drake. Johnny is decked out in black Kikwear pants and a tight black shirt with no text on it. The World Title Belt is fastened securly around his waist, and he begins to walk to the ring as you hear a faint "Jo-hnny, Jo-hnny" chant in the backround. Tony and Rick jump out of the ring as Drake looks around with a surprised look on his face, just before he slides into the ring and pops up to his feet. Johnny raises both hands in the air, to a chorus of applause. He looks shocked again, but then looks down at Trevor Summers to bring him a microphone. Trevor grabs a mic out of Vinnie Greenfield's right hand and slides it into the ring. Johnny picks it up and makes sure it's on. He steps out to the center of the ring and waits for the music to fade out.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: Houston, Texas... your World Champion has arrived!
[Some boo's and some cheers from the crowd.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: That's right. Just one week ago on this very show, I ran through the entire roster in this fed and became the undisputed, undefeated, and unquestionable champion on the Smackdown! Wrestling Federation. I single handidly beat King Kobra, The IceMan, Kyle Solomon, and Inferna. Hell, I even got involved with Hunter a couple of times. I had to go through barbed wire, weapons, ladders, cages; the works. Yet, with all of those obstacles, I still did everything and beat everyone in style like I proclaimed I would. The price wasn't cheap though. I spent all of Monday, which just happened to be my birthday, in the hospital; getting test after test after test done to me until I couldn't take it anymore. My doctors tell me that I suffered some fractured ribs and a pulled muscle, but I was overall lucky in the end. Lucky, huh? Yeah, I guess I am...
[Johnny starts to pace around the ring as he talks.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: Now, over the past few days, I've been doing a lot of promotional work to promote this still growing fed. This isn't out of the norm, but I've also started to notice a few more fans taking a liking to me. What type of bandwagon shit is that? Why wasn't anybody cheering me last week when I was just the SWF's bad boy? Why wasn't anybody cheering me in the main event, or when I won this here belt? I hope somebody has the answers to this question, because I'm getting tired of you fair weathers.
[Johnny stops and then looks down at the front row, where a few kids are chanting "U-S-A, U-S-A".]
JOHNNY DRAKE: What is this? Is that why you people like me; because I fought a foreigner and beat him at his own game?
[The fans cheer a little.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: Oh no, don't do that... If I get caught up in this whole patriotic scene, I will lose my spot on top of the mountain, you know? Alright, maybe you don't. Just remember, no matter who I'm facing, I'm gonna beat their ass. Just wait until I start talking shit to Solomon or Inferna or something, then we'll see where your hearts lie.
[Johnny walks back to the center of the ring, where he stands until and continues.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: I'm not concerned with any of those wrestlers, though... my main focus is the man who interrupted MY moment of glory and tried to setal MY belt. Of course, I'm talking abot you, Damien Hunter. Now, Hunter, I have just two questions for you. What the hell were you smoking, and where can I get some? You must be kidding, seriously. First off, you showed your true colors by losing to Kyle Solomon in the semifinals. Then, you have the balls to walk out to my match, with King Kobra, and try and steal my belt before I could even get possesion of it? Whatever man, you must be out of it. Anyway, I'm really out here tonight to talk about the future, not the past. And what I see in the future is pain, hatred, and agony...
[An eerie silence fills the arena as Johnny pauses.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: ...for you Damien Hunter!
[The crowd pops and starts cheering for Drake. Johnny smiles a little and then start pacing around the ring again. He looks comfortable now.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: You see, you made the mistake of underestimating me. I guess you just figured that, since you showed up to the offices the day the fed re-opened, that you can pull whatever type of stunts you want to. Well, that's not gonna be the way things run in the future; because I know where the power lies.
[Johnny points to his belt and the fans cheer again.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: So Damien, I will leave you with this. Try and win this match tonight, I'm begging you. Because, that win will put you in the number one contender spot and directly at top the pecking order. In the near future... Hunter will become the hunted!
[Another HUGE pop for hatred of Damien.]
JOHNNY DRAKE: Now, onto other issues. First off, Bisc Limpk-
[Suddenly, the main part of "Backthefuckoff" by Ph8 hits the speakers...the crowd starts to boo extremely, as "Blackheart" Damien Hunter steps out of the back with mic in hand. The music continues to play as he stands at the top of the aisle--looking around at the booing crowd.]
DAMIEN HUNTER: Ya know Drake....
[The crowd starts up the "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!" chant. Damien sighs as the music dies and shakes his head.]
DAMIEN HUNTER: Aw.. come on now. It's not nice to talk about Drake like that.
[The crowd boos some more, but as usual.. Damien ignores them.]
DAMIEN HUNTER: Drake... you come out here, talkin' all this shit about how it was your birthday, and how Damien Hunter will become the hunted. Well lemme tell ya this Drake... for your birthday, I dug down deep in my pockets, found some coinage.. and bought you a great-big, economy-sided.... FUCK YOU!
[The crowd starts to boo Damien.]
DAMIEN HUNTER: Oh shut the FUCK UP! Ya see Drakey.. the way I see it, you don't deserve that title you're holdin', cause point blankly... you're a bitch. That's just how it is. Everyone thinks you are. I do, all the wrestlers in the back do, the timekeeper does, the ring announcer, the referees, hell... even this fuckin' moronic-ass crowd thinks you suck ass. So you might as--
[The crowd cuts him off with a swarm of boos.]
DAMIEN HUNTER: ....So you might as well admit it. But you seem to have your head shoved up your ass so damn far that you fail to realize that shit. It's kinda like an illness. But don't worry Drakey-boy, I think I know JUST what'll rid you of your suck-assitis, so to speak.
[Damien looks around, then points to Drake.]
DAMIEN HUNTER: You, my friend... need to get your ass kicked. So it looks like... I've got right here..
[He holds up his fist.]
DAMIEN HUNTER: ...The antidote.
[With that, he drops the mic and runs down to the ring. Johnny Drake anxiously awaits him, as Damien slides in the ring and quickly gets to his feet. He and The World Champion start brawling, trading punches back and forth--then Damien grabs Drake's legs and lifts him up and drops him down to the ground. They then start rolling around on the ground, exchanging shots back and forth to each other. The crowd's erupting with cheers, as about six or seven SWF officials run down to the ring to break the two men up. They try to pull them apart, but it doesn't seem to be working. Finally, after alot of attempts, they finally get Drake and Hunter separated. They start to block the two men off in opposite corners, holding them back. But naturally, both of them break free and meet up in the center of the ring, and we're back to sqare one again. The two are brawling around the ring.]
Tony: Man, this is ludicrous!!!
Rick: Yeah!! Awesome!! Nothing can keep these two apart!!!
Tony: We'll be right back, and during the break we'll see if we can't separate these two madmen!
[Fade to commercials as Drake and Hunter are seperated by officials.]
Tony: Welcome back fans, and we're starting the night off with the Breakdown defense by "Relentless" Rob Blackwell. Last week that got cut due to the actions of Tiny Biggs, but
Rick: That big moron...
Tony: He just wants his job back.
Ring Announcer: The first match is the Breakdown Title Match, which will take place for thirty minutes. Coming first to the ring, from La Crosse, Wisconsin.... RELENTLESS... ROB BLACKWELL!!!
["Dead Cell" by Papa Roach hits the speakers. Electricity and sparks fly all over the entrance below the SmackTV, as if there is a short circuit. This continues, starting slowly and building until the heavier guitar sets in, when "Relentless" Rob Blackwell steps out into the sparks. Some of the crowd boos but most of the fans are cheering for Blackwell, who all the while remains unemotional. Only once he storms to the ring does the slightest smirk cross his face as "Dead Cell" fades out.]
Ring Announcer: The clock begins... NOW.
[30.00]
[Blackwell climbs a turnbuckle and flexes his biceps, getting a slight cheer from the crowd. He turns and sits on the turnbuckle, wasting time until an oppenent comes down. No one comes down for several minutes.]
Rick: I wonder if anyone will come out.
[20.00]
Ring Announcer: Twenty minutes remaining and counting...
[As the ring announcer says this, he puts a finger to his headset, like someone in the back is speaking. He lifts the mic to his mouth once again.]
Ring Announcer: And his opponent... from Miami, Florida... ICEMAN!!!
["Song 2 by Blur starts to play. In the center of the stage, the dry ice pit opens. Out of the fog, The IceMan and Inferna rise. They kiss each other and walk off, just as the song kick into the "Woo Hoo" chorus. Just as the "WOO HOO" part begins, an explosion of pyro comes from out of the pit. IceMan kisses Inferna and runs into the ring and with his kendo stick in hand.]
[18.47]
Rick: Holy shit, Ice is coming after the Breakdown title! With less than 19 minutes left...
Tony: Well, he's held every other version of it. Why not this one?
[IceMan hits the ring and Blackwell jumps down to meet him. IceMan nails Blackwell in the knees with his kendo stick. As Rob grasps his knees in pain, IceMan hits him on the head, and follows with a shuffle sidekick to the skull.]
Tony: Ice is tearing Blackwell apart!
[Ice picks Blackwell up and whips him into the ropes. Blackwell reverses it thought and on the return picks Ice up in a huge powerslam.]
[16.32]
Tony: Some offense from Blackwell here, but time is winding. Almost halfway done.
[Blackwell goes for a sleeper hold. IceMan struggles to break free. On the outside, Inferna is inciting the fans cheers for her boyfriend. And once the cheers start up, IceMan puts his arms around the back of Rob's head and counters the sleeper with a jawbreaker.]
Rick: Nice counter by IceMan there.
Tony: Yeah, but that gonna put Blackwell away? I doubt it.
[IceMan has pulled Rob back up and nails him with the kendo stick again. IceMan positions Rob for a hurricanrana off the top. Instead, IceMan backs up, runs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, and arm drags Blackwell down, but holds on to the arm and locks in the Firepit, his girlfriend Inferna's submission finisher. Rob does not give up, and a frustrated IceMan releases the hold. Blackwell gets up and delivers a big right hand to the head of the IceMan. He goes for another shot, but IceMan is able to grab Rob's fist in motion. IceMan wrenches the already bad arm and gives him a big hook kick.]
[12.58]
Tony: IceMan is running time down with these submissions, but he's really taking it to Blackwell here.
[IceMan quickly goes for the cover.]
[One... Two... THREE!!]
Tony: IceMan has just become the first Breakdown champion!
Rick: DAMNIT!
Tony: Hey, come on man... Blackwell wasn't really a champ anyways.
Rick: Neither is Ice.
Tony: [sigh]
[Ice rolls off and to the outside. Blackwell is to his feet, but Ice grabs the title and he and Inferna walk up the ramp to the back. We cut down to the front desk with Rick and Tony.]
[10.00]
Ring Announcer: Ten minutes remaining and counting...
Rick: I think IceMan is trying to get out of here for the last ten minutes!
Tony: Maybe he doesn't know!
[We cut to backstage, where Ice and Inferna walk down a long hallway. They enter an open lobby area where several wrestlers are lounging. Most of them either ignore Ice and Inferna or merely say a light "Hi" in passing. Ice and Inferna walk past and down another short hall.]
[5.34]
Tony: The match is almost over, but Ice is just making is way to their dressing room!
[They stop in front of the dressing room marked for Fire and Ice. IceMan opens the door for Inferna, getting a smile from her. She walks in first and as IceMan looks down the hallway, a man unidentifiable comes running behind him with a chair! The guy smashes Ice over the head, knocking IceMan to the ground. The man slams the door shut on Inferna and puts a chair under the door handle, effectively locking her in.]
[3.12]
Rick: Yes!
Tony: Who is this guy?!?!
Rick: I don't know, but he's about to become SWF Breakdown Champion!
[The guy yells for nearby ref Nigel O'Keefe to come make a cover.]
[One... Two...]
[Tiny Biggs comes from out of the camera's view, probably from the lobby, and dives onto the mystery man to break it up!]
Rick: Tiny?! He is NOT IN SWF! GET HIM OUTTA HERE!
Tony: He just saved Ice's title...
[Tiny lifts the guy up and chokeslams him to the cement. Tiny looks at the absolute destruction left in the hallway... IceMan out cold, the other guy lying on the floor. Tiny thinks for a second, and then covers IceMan!]
[0.58]
[One... Two...]
[Security comes up again from behind Tiny and pull him up off IceMan after a two-count. They drag him backwards, and as the crowd begins to disperse, you see that Bisc Limpkit is leading this removal of Tiny Biggs!]
Tony: What is going ON?!
Rick: I'll tell you what is going on... our Vice President knows that Tiny used to be allies with Solomon. He's getting rid of that guy now before he and Solomon really mess this federation up.
[Bisc smiles as Tiny is dragged off. Bisc then turns to IceMan. He lifts Ice up and opens the dressing room, allowing Ice to go in with Inferna as Security removes the mystery man and time expires.]
[0.00]
Ring Announcer: Time has expired. Your Breakdown Champion... ICEMAN!!!
Tony: Well, things are just as confused as ever, but we've got to cut to commercial! We'll be back with that Double Caged Heat Match... NEXT!
[They fade to commercial as "Song 2" by Blur blasts across the arena.]
[When we return, the camera cuts backstage, to King Kobra's locker room. Kobra is sitting on a bench, taping his fists in preparation for his upcoming match. Kobra is already in his ring attire, which consists of a black tanktop and long black pants with green spike motif on each leg. His face is covered with black and green facepaint in a patter similar to Hawk of the old Legion of Doom]
KING KOBRA: Time's ticking away...soon it's gonna be time for me to kick some ass and move onto the "King Kobra Death Match", where I'm gonna do what I've been saying all along, and win the hardcore title. You bunch of goddamn bitches think you're hardcore? You haven't seen shit yet. But, wait 'till you get a load of me, the perfect fighting machine. THEN you'll know what hardcore is, and you'll have a new respect for pain and suffering.
KING KOBRA: Buzzsaw, J-Dee, get your stank asses ready, punks...it's time for me to show you both who is the SWF's King of Extreme, and more importantly it's time for the two of you to meet your match in the King Kobra. Come on, motherfuckers..it's time to die.
[Kobra finishes applying the tape to his hands, and gets to his feet. He crackes his knuckles as he walks out of the locker room. The camera now cuts back to ringside.]
Tony: We're back from commercials and just got a word from King Kobra. The Double Caged Heat Match is ready to get started, as both cages have been lowered.
[One by one, each man runs down and enters the correct cage. Within moments, almost everything is ready. Kobra, IceMan, and J-Dee Gin are in one cage, Chaz Manson, Johnathon Storm, and Gangus are in the other.]
Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, I am afraid to announce that J. Simon Rykopathe has once again been held up at the airport.
[Some boos.]
Ring Announcer: We also unfortunately must report that Chazz Buzzsaw will not be joining the SWF as originally planned. He is under a binding contract with another federation and is not allowed to wrestle in the SWF at this time.
[The crowd cheers a bit at this announcement, and the bell rings to start the match. The match breaks into absolute chaos.]
Tony: Damn, this'll be tough to keep track of.
Rick: Nah...
[The match is incredibly hectic and is nothing but pure hardcore shit going on, with the guys using weapons from both cages. In the left cage, Kobra whips J-Dee into the turnbuckle. As he staggers back, Kobra locks on a cobra clutch, then flips himself over J-Dee's shoulder and down into a Stunner type move.]
Tony: Kobra is definetely ready for this match...
[IceMan superkicks Kobra as he gets to his feet though, and they go right back into heavy brawling. In the right cage, Gangus, Chaz Manson, and Storm have been fighting back and forth without much advantage going one man's way or another.]
Tony: Pretty even, all around.
[In the right cage, Chaz nails Jonathon Storm with a hard right hand blow, sending him reeling back. Gangus comes after Chaz, but Manson kicks Gangus in the gut and nails the Chaz-Cutter (Diamond Cutter)!]
Tony: Chaz getting the upper hand in his cage...
[In the left cage, Kobra has grabbed J-Dee and nails him with a sitdown pedigree. Kobra gets up and ducks a running clothesline by IceMan. He turns and gives him the full Two-Step (mist spit, followed by Impaler). Kobra begins to climb...]
Tony: Kobra is getting out of there and now...
Rick: I think IceMan might be a bit tired.
Tony: Hmm. I wonder why... [under breath]moron...
Rick: Excus...
Tony: Nothing.
[Kobra climbs up and over the top. He gets a leg over, but J-Dee and IceMan have both climbed up with him. Ice has a kendo stick, with which he slams Kobra across the head. Kobra lolls back, but recovers and grabs some brass knucks hanging from the cage. He slams both J-Dee and IceMan in the skull, dropping them to the mat. He slowly climbs down and the bell rings.]
Ring Announcer: And your first winner... KING KOBRA!
["War Machine" plays over the speakers and Kobra stalks to the back. He turns and the top of the entryway and watches the second cage...]
Tony: Well, he's one smart son of a bitch, I'll grant him that.
Rick: Bandwagoner.
Tony: I am NOT.
[Meanwhile, in the other cage, Chaz and Storm have both been taking shots at Gangus. They then turn to each other and begin exchanging punches. Storm backs Manson up against the ropes for an irish whip, but Manson reverses it and on the return, Chaz drops down and nails Storm with a drop toe hold onto a chair. Chaz gets up and begins to climb, but quickly Storm is on his feet and trying to make up the lost ground. Chaz drops back to the mat and nails him unexpectedly with the Chaz-Buster (Pedigree)! Chaz begins his climb, and makes it out!]
Ring Announcer: And your second winner... CHAZ MANSON!!
Tony: Maaaaaaaan thiiiissss suuuucccckkssss...
Rick: Woo-hoo! Go to commercial!
[The camera fades to commercial as we catch a glimpse of Kobra, eyeing up Manson as he stalks to the back.]
[As we return to the show, we cut backstage where we see a hand reaching out and locking a padlock onto Kyle Solomon's door. The camera zooms out and shows VP Bisc Limpkit locking Kyle Solomon into his own dressing room!]
Tony: Welcome back... what the hell is going on?!
Ring Announcer: Next up is our #1 Contender's match. First coming to the ring, hailing from Miami, Florida... INFERNA!!!
["Just a Girl" by No Doubt starts to play. The center of the stage opens and spits out 6 foot high flames. Inferna walks out from the flames with the IceMan right next to her. Inferna is the serious one now, as she walks to the ring. IceMan kisses her good luck and she hops over the ropes to enter the ring.]
Tony: Alright, I think we've lost control of this place. We've got a match about to begin and one of the major guys is locked in his locker room by the VP!
Rick: And a fine VP he is.
Ring Announcer: Second, from Evansville, Indiana.... DAMIEN HUNTER, THE BLACKHEART!!!
[Suddenly, the lights dim as the eerie squeals of "Backthefuckoff" by Ph8 fades onto the speakers. As the main part hits, an explosion is set off at the entranceway, and out from the back, "Blackheart" Damien Hunter walks out, and stands at the top of the ramp. He has a bottle of water in his hand, then he takes the bottle and pours some water on his head and lets the water flow down his body.. then shakes his head as the water flies out of his face, then crushes the bottle in his hand and tosses it into the crowd. Damien starts making his way down to the ring, ignoring every fan on the way. He gets on the apron then climbs in the ring. Then starts walking around the ring some. He finally stops in the center of the ring, and thrusts a fist into the air, followed by fire shooting out of the four corner posts. The lights return to normal, and the music then slowly dies out to nothing as Damien stands in the ring.]
Ring Announcer: And finally, from Hamilton, Ontario... KYLE "THE MARK" SOLOMON!!!
["The Way I Am" by Eminem hits the speakers, but no Kyle Solomon. After a few moments, Bisc Limpkit comes out wearing a t-shirt with a big anti-Solomon logo on it. The crowd boos, throwing trash at Bisc. He goes down to the ring and whispers to the ring announcer and timekeeper, and they ring the bell without Solomon.]
Tony: I think he just said that Kyle has been removed from this match!
Rick: Wha...?
Tony: The words right outta my mouth!
[Inferna and Damien go right after it, but Damien ducks a short clothesline and grabs Inferna's legs, taking out her footing. He twists on her knee, following it up with a stomp. Inferna slowly reaches to the ropes to pull herself up, and meanwhile Damien climbs out and digs under the ring.]
Tony: Going underground...
[Damien pulls out a pipe. He slides back in and jabs Inferna with it a couple times in the rib. He winds up big time to take a golf swing, but the ref grabs the pipe and holds him back!]
Rick: What in THE HELL is this guy thinking...?!
[The ref is arguing with Hunter, trying to break up the use of the pipe. In retaliation, Hunter punches the ref. With the ref down, Ares, The War God comes out with a pair of nunchucks from the back!]
Tony: It's ARES!!!
Rick: We want the PACT! We want the PACT!
Tony: No we don't! No we don't!
Rick: [mumble]
[Ares swings the nunchucks at Damien, but he ducks and charges at him with a head full of steam. Ares gives him the Big Boot and picks him back up for the One Man Army! He tells Inferna to put Damien in the Firepit. She is a bit hesitant, but she does it. Ares knocks Damien out cold with the nunchucks, and then Ares revives the ref and he checks Damien. Damien is out... the ref begins to raise the hand.]
Tony: Yeah Ares!
[ONE! The ref raises it again. It drops. TWO! Damien starts to slightly open his eyes. Inferna tightens the armbar hold. The ref drops the hand again... THREE!]
Rick: Oh my GOD... Ares just screwed Damien out of the #1 Contendership.
Tony: Either that, or he helped Inferna, I'm not sure which.
[IceMan comes out and into the ring as "Just A Girl" by No Doubt plays. He and Ares are nose to nose, staring each other down. Ares breaks away and raises the arms of Fire and Ice. He asks for a mic and speaks.]
ARES: Aphrodite, Hephasetus, You are my fellow Olympians. And as the children of the Titans, I think that we should look out for our common good.
[Ares swallows hard and catches his breath.]
ARES: What I am trying to say is that I am now a supporter of Fire and Ice!!!
Tony: Ares and Fire and Ice? What kind of alliance are we seeing?
Rick: ...And IceMan is gonna let him?
[Ares holds out his hand. IceMan looks at Inferna, then shakes his new comrade's hand. The three walk off into the back, as Johnny Drake slips through the curtains and down the entryway.]
Tony: Drake is out here now... all hell, I tell you.
[Johnny Drake is in the same attire from earlier in the night. As Drake slides into the ring, Damien is just getting to his feet. Drake spins him around and swiftly DDTs him stiffly to the mat. He climbs the turnbuckle and hits "The Big Payoff" (Swanton Bomb) on a downed Hunter. The crowd pops bigtime and then Johnny scurries away from the ring and into the back.]
Tony: Holy shit, Damien Hunter is just a hunter man!
Rick: ... good one. Loser.
Tony: Ugh. We'll be back with the Hardcore Title match in a moment...
[The show returns, but nothing is set up inside the ring. "The World Is Not Enough" by Garbage hits the speakers and the crowd rises with a cheer as President Michael Trey makes his way down ringside.]
MICHAEL TREY: Helllllooo HOUSTON!
[Cheap pop.]
MICHAEL TREY: Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that due to severe weather tonight, we must cut our show short. The first ever Smackdown! Rules Match will NOT occur tonight, but will be saved for a later date.
[Some moans and boos.]
MICHAEL TREY: Hey, I'm sorry, I truly am. Now, since I went and pushed the main event back a ways, I decided I'll give all of you in Houston the first look at next week's card!
[Cheers again.]
MICHAEL TREY: Next week we're traveling to Madison, Wisconsin to the Kohl Center! First off, there will be a Breakdown defense by IceMan, for 30 minutes. What I have decided to do is to assign at least 3 wrestlers who otherwise don't have a match to be part of the Breakdown match. So, IceMan will be defending against ALL challengers, as usual, but three men are required to appear and compete. These men are... Trevor Lasek, J-Dee Gin, and Chris Flame!
[Some cheers for the announcement...]
MICHAEL TREY: In the second match, we'll see new man Spaz go against Gangus and J. Simon Rykopathe in a Concrete Corners match... the match will take place in the parking lot, in a specially poured ring made of concrete! ALL OF IT!
[Pop for the weird match, as always.]
MICHAEL TREY: And in the main event, we'll see the first ever MERRY-GO-ROUND Tag Team match, in which the tag titles will be decided! In this match, there will be 5 tag teams. Every minute, I will spin a wheel which will have all five teams on it. The team that the wheel comes up on get to have both teammates in the ring at once for the rest of the match. So, after 5 minutes, all participants will be in the ring. Then, after a 5 minute waiting period, I will begin spinning again. At that point, whichever team I land on, the starting member will be REMOVED. So, after a total of 15 minutes, we'll be back to 5 people in the match, one from each team. The only way to win is to climb one of several rope ladders hanging from the rafters and grab the belt nearly 30 feet in the air. Now, onto the teams...
[Cheers of anticipation.]
MICHAEL TREY: Team number one, of course, is FIRE AND ICE!!!
[Pretty good pop.]
MICHAEL TREY: The rest of the teams were drawn at total random. Sooooo... Team number two is Kyle "The Mark" Solomon and Ares!
[A mixed reaction...]
MICHAEL TREY: Moving along, Team three is new talents Shaolin and "Shooter" John McGraw!
[The crowd is unsure how to react but seems excited to see the two new guys in action.]
MICHAEL TREY: Team four... new men on the roster Mojo and "The Eliminator" John Patrick.
[Crowd 'oohs' at the fact that two more new guys are in the tourney....]
MICHAEL TREY: Hey, new blood is at work I guess. Anyways, the final team. Team five will be none other than Damien Hunter and Jonathon "The Impact" Storm!
[Major boos for Damien Hunter, almost drowning out the other man in the match.]
MICHAEL TREY: I know... I know. You hate him. But unfortunately, my final announcement regards Damien Hunter. You see, Damien was legitamately screwed tonight and due to the actions of Bisc Limpkit, Ares, and Johnny Drake...
[Several pops...]
MICHAEL TREY: Due to THEIR actions, I have been left no option but to disregard tonight's outcome in my decision of naming a #1 Contender. For the first SWF Pay Per View in it's reincarnation, we will see Inferna AND Damien Hunter go up against Johnny Drake for the SWF World Title, as well as the Smackdown! Rules match for the Hardcore Title between King Kobra and Chaz Manson! Major announcements regarding that pay-per-view will be made on this week's edition of Relapse by Vice President Bisc Limpkit. Good night!
[The show closes as Michael Trey exits the ring.]
END
SWF 2000
