Reed: Sigh….why do they have me working with a mad man!

Long: Seriously though, look at the possibility for carnage….you have Erik cross, a man who spends half his time fighting in cages, and who, pretty much had to be convinced to wrestle the match in the first place, though damn, that’s the kind of convincing I wouldn’t have minded that’s for damn….

Reed: Are you through?

Long: No! As I was saying. Cross will earn himself a night with the BWA’s Lovely Rayven should he walk out with the international title tonight, and on the other side of the coin we have Matt McClain….the former golden boy of the BWA tuned Angel of Misery.

Reed: It has certainly been shocking to see his change of attitude.

Long: Why, all being nice ever did was get him held down.

Reed: Bullshit and you know it, all being an Angel of Misery is, is a copout!

Long: Regardless, it may just have put him in the mindset to handle the onslaught of Cross tonight. Maybe we’ll even see a bit of McClain’s reputed sadistic side.

Reed: joy, that’s all we need, more violent repressed individuals seeking redeption thought the blood of others.

Long: Oh come off it already and lets get on with it!

RA: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWA International Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first. Weighing in at 303 lbs. and hailing from Pittsburgh, PA. He is a former WWA National Champion. He is Erik CROSS!!!!!!

[The lights begin to twitch and flicker and they take on the deepest shade of mushroom blue. Then within a few breathless moments "Step Up" by Drowning Pool begins to rumble out of the arena loud speakers.]

1, 2, 3 - Go!

Broken,
Yeah, you've been living on the edge of a broken dream.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you'll ever take away from me.

I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.

[...Erik Cross steps out of the darkness with brilliant green eyes staring dead locked towards the ring.]

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...

[Erik steps out onto the ramp to a shower of boos from the crowd, with his long black hair streaked with white dangling down over his face. He slowly takes a few steps forward drinking in the fans boos as if they are giving him power.]

Suffering,
Yeah, that's the only thing here that's left for you.
Nothing,
Yeah, that's the only thing you're ever gonna -- do.

I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.

[As the music climaxes Erik rips his head back flipping his hair back eyes staring out at a sold out crowd. Erik begins his descent to the ring with looks that could kill.]

If you wanna step up (step up),
You're gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You're gonna get knocked down...

You're gonna get knocked down (step up).

You're gonna get knocked down...

You're gonna get knocked down (step up).

You're gonna get knocked... down!

RA: And his opponent…Weighing in at 230 lbs. and hailing from Houston, Texas. He is the reigning WWA International Heavyweight Champion and BWA Heavyweight Champion. He is “Crippler” Matt McCLAIN!!!!

[The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. Soon, the sound of waves crashing along with the sound of thunder and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by the shrill of sirens echoing though out the building.

#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!

A hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. With out warning, multi-colored lights start exploding through out the arena. With in a matter of seconds a massive explosion rips through out the entranceway leaving most of the fans breathless as a wall of fire reaches out to touch the top of the arena. As the smoke and fire start to clear out, the fans can see that McClain’s Bayoutron video has come to life as his theme, a remix of One Step Closer, performed by Linkin Park, starts to rip though out the PA system. As soon as the fans hear McClain’s theme, they break out into thunderous chants of HURRICANE! On his Bayoutron, a golden outline of a flame comes into sight as McClain silver cross slams into the flame as it sounds like steel hitting steel, and is quick to fade to blackness as his name is quick to fade in. Soon it starts to flash across the Bayoutron into various different fonts and colors Behind his name, there are clips of The Submission Specialist winning past titles, making opponents tap with his crippling Breaking Point, climbing to the top rope and hitting the high flying Storm Surge, and his newest submission move, The Perfect Storm, as well as his Natural Disaster. We catch only a glimpse of him pulling off some of the most unbelievable moves ever seen.

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK

#I FIND THE ANSWERS AREN’T SO CLEAR, I WISH I COULD FIND A WAY TO DISSAPPEAR…ALL THESE THOUGHTS THEY MAKE NO SENSE, I FOUND THIS IN INGRONCE, NOTHING SEEMS TO GO AWAY…OVER AND OVER AGAIN… JUST LIKE BEFORE!

He soon steps into the entranceway looking around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. As soon as the fans see him, they start to boo very loudly, as he raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with disapproval! As he makes the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off his skin. He's dressed in a pair of metallic white tights. On his left leg of his tights in a metallic blue lettering, and outlined in gold is his name “CRIPPLER”, and on his opposite leg, in the same metallic blue material and outlined in black is a modified cross surrounded in flames. We see that his pearl white leather BWA strap is clasped around his waist as he shows it off with great pride, and then we focus in on the WWA International Championship that sits on his right shoulder as he clutches it with his hand to ensure that it doesn’t fall from where it is draped. The golden plates from both belts glisten in the sparkling lights.

His white paten leather boots bare the same cross as his tights in a blue paten leather color. His wrist and forearms are taped up with the similar metallic colored tape. His hair cut short with the front longer, has been dyed a deep royal blue, almost black, along with wild streaks of gold running wild through the rest of his hair. His metallic black-framed Oakley’s hide his cold ice blue eyes from the world, as the shimmering ruby reflective lens shine with the exploding lights as they blink off and on suddenly as he makes his way closer to the ring.

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!

#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP….I’M ABOUT TO BREAK!

#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK

As soon as he enters the ring, two spotlights bath him in a pale blue color, circle around the arena and then converge into the center of the ring where the man stands, as if he's frozen in place. His chiseled body, which is bathed in the pale blue light, is ridged. He soon breaks the still like stance by jerking up his arms high into the air. The boo’s of the fans give him a sudden massive rush like none other before. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light. It's almost an indescribable rush! As the pyros go off behind him, the lights start to come back up as the fans start to go crazy yet once again! #I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND

I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…

#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!

[DING!!!!! DING!!!!!! DING!!!!!!]

[There's the bell as Matt McClain starts to circle the ring while Erik Cross continues to stand his ground. McClain moves in slowly while Cross smirks at him. McClain moves in and starts up with the trash talking until Cross connects with a right hand to the face. McClain backs off slightly when Cross follows up the attack with a quick shot to the throat. McClain is gagging for air when Cross straightens him out and connects with a knife edge chop to the chest that backs him into the ropes.]

AJ: Not much wrestling going on in the outset. I can get to like this match.

BJ: If McClain wants any chance to retain his title, he is going to have to out-wrestle Cross. And that is going to be hard enough.

[Cross rears back and lands another hard chop to the chest of McClain before whipping him to the ropes and catches him with a standing dropkick to the face.]

BJ: You don't see too many three hundred pound guys get up for a standing dropkick like Cross just did.

[Cross presses the advantage and pulls McClain up by the hair and wraps his hand around McClain's throat and looks for a chokeslam but McClain fires back with numerous kicks to the midsection until Cross loses his grip. McClain hits the ropes and sends him to the mat with a stunning kneelift. Cross slowly gets back to his feet and is met with a forearm to the jaw and followed by another. McClain sends Cross into the far corner with an irish whip and catches him coming out with a belly to belly suplex. McClain goes for the cover.]

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AJ: Powerful kickout by the challenger.

BJ: McClain is going to need a lot more than that to bring Erik Cross down.

AJ: Yeah, like the 82nd Airborne.

[McClain pulls Cross up to his feet and drives a knee into the midsection before sending him into the ropes and goes for a backdrop but Cross counters with a leapfrog and comes back with a flying clothesline off of the ropes knocking McClain down again.]

AJ: Cross seems to come at you with something different everytime.

BJ: What was McClain thinking by taking on this match. He's giving Cross a reason to kill him.

[Cross gets back up to his feet and stomps away at the head and neck area of McClain. Cross urges McClain to get to his feet while he waits. Cross goes for a one handed choke but McClain comes back with a short clothesline but Cross barely ducks under and locks on a full nelson. Cross takes McClain up and over with a dragon suplex. Cross rolls McClain over and goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

BJ: McClain with the kickout.

[McClain barely gets the shoulder up while Cross just picks McClain up and throws him to the outside.]

BJ: I think McClain is hating life right about now.

[The ref begins his count while McClain tries to fight back to his feet.]

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2...

3...

4...

[Cross breaks the count by going to the outside and connecting with another chop to the chest before going for an irish whip but McClain reverses the whip and sends Cross into the steel barricade. McClain reaches over and connects with a right hand to the jaw of Cross before throwing him back into the ring. McClain climbs up to the ring apron when Cross catches him by surprise and drapes McClain's throat over the top rope. McClain falls slightly but stays on the apron. Cross reaches over the top rope and grabs McClain by the hair. Cross locks on a front facelock and stands on the bottom rope before powering him up for a vertical suplex and just drops him to the floor.]

AJ and BJ: DAMN!!!!

BJ: Did you just see that?

AJ: Long drop, bad landing.

[The ref rolls to the outside and checks on McClain.]

[The ref continues to get a response from McClain when Cross steps through the ropes and chases the ref away. Cross picks up McClain and throws him headfirst into the ringpost while he continues to stomp away at the neck and throat area. The ref gets back into the ring and yells for Cross to bring it back to the ring. Cross pulls McClain up by the neck and throws him back in before rolling in afterwards and goes for the merciful cover.]

1...

2...

BJ: Now, if you got the guy down, just beat him already.

AJ: Like that's going to happen. This is Erik Cross that we are talking about.

[Cross picks McClain up to break the count. Cross just shakes his head like he isn't done yet. Cross pulls McClain up and throws him into the near corner and goes to work with numerous rights and lefts to the ribs and midsection and ends it with another thrust to the throat while the ref tries to step in between and only incurs the wrath of Cross. The ref quickly backs away from an angry Cross. McClain continues to slump against the ropes when Cross comes back and goes for a right hand but McClain blocks it and connects with a right of his own to the cheers and boos of the crowd. Cross staggers back and goes for a right hand but McClain blocks and connects with a right hand to the jaw before connecting with a dropkick to the knee. McClain grabs Cross and throws him into the corner and lets loose with lightning fast rights and lefts to the jaw.]

AJ: It looks like McClain is bringing some pain of his own.

BJ: It's about time.

[McClain sends Cross to the opposite corner with an irish whip and takes him down with a drop toe hold before turning him over and kicks away at the back of the knee. McClain falls to one knee and grabs his neck in pain after that move while Cross just sits right up. Cross gets to his feet and picks up McClain but McClain fires back with a couple of kneelifts to the midsection before whipping Cross into the ropes and takes him over with a hurracarana. Cross quickly tries to get up when McClain hits the ropes and nails him with a chopblock to the targeted knee of Cross. McClain takes aim and connects with a crescent kick to the jaw. McClain goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

1...

2...

BJ: He kicked out!!!!

[Cross gets the shoulder up while McClain plays to the crowd and picks Cross back up and connects with a stiff right hand and another and another before he hits the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm knocking Cross down to the mat. McClain looks to the top turnbuckle and starts to climb when Cross slowly gets back to his feet when he turns around and gets nailed in the face with a missile dropkick. McClain goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

AJ: NO!! Cross kicks out once again.

[Cross kicks out while McClain gets back to his feet and goes for another irish whip but Cross counters the whip with a quick kneelift to the midsection and locks on a standing headscissors. Cross picks him up and drops him with a sitout powerbomb and puts his legs over the shoulders for the cover.]

1...

2...

BJ: McClain just barely escaped that cover.

[McClain barely gets the shoulder up while the fans try to rally around McClain.]

AJ: McClain is not going to quit.

[Cross grabs a front facelock on McClain before he climbs up to the second turnbuckle and goes for a tornado DDT but McClain fires back with a couple of right hands to the ribs before he slams him to the mat. McClain hits the ropes and leaps off with a springboard legdrop and goes for another cover.]

1...

2...

AJ: Cross is proving to be one tough son of a bitch and that is a bonafide fact.

[Cross kicks out again while McClain looks to the cheering crowd before he hooks Cross into a standing headscissors before violently dropping him on his head with a piledriver. McClain waits in the corner and waits for Cross to turn around. McClain charges in for a spear but Cross sidesteps him and sends him shoulder first into the ringpost. Cross stands poised when McClain moves out of the corner and gets taken down with a double arm DDT. Cross tries to get back some feeling in his injured leg. Cross turns around and gets met with a running enziguri by McClain. McClain gets up to his feet and continues to pummel away with right hands until Cross pokes him in the eye once more.]

AJ: The great equalizer. Not much can stop an old fashioned poke in the eyes.

[Cross turns a blinded McClain around who swings madly but Cross connects with a boot to the midsection before dropping him with a DDT. Cross goes for the cover.]

1...

2...

[McClain kicks out to the pleasure of Cross, when he picks him up and sends him into the corner but McClain reverses the whip and sends Cross into the corner and follows up with a dropkick to the chest. McClain finally pulls Cross out of the wreckage and falls on him for the cover.]

1...

2...

AJ: Still isn't enough to keep him down.

[Cross gets the shoulder up while McClain sits on the mat in shock. McClain slowly gets to his feet and throws him to the outside before he rolls out of the ring. McClain continues to fire away with right hands before slamming Cross headfirst into the table. McClain climbs up onto the ring apron and waits for the right moment and leaps off with a double ax-handle but Cross catches him in mid-air and drops him over the over the table. Cross shakes off some of the cobwebs before picking up McClain and locking on a blantant choke. The ref starts to count to break it.]

1...

2...

3...

4...

[Cross releases the choke when he climbs back into the ring and onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbowdrop to the throat driving himself and McClain through the announce table to the floor.]

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

[Cross rolls out of the wreckage barely while he grabs his ribs in pain and picks up the bloodied and beaten McClain and slings him into the ropes before climbing up to the top turnbuckle again and leaps off with a leg drop but McClain rolls out of the way at the last moment while Cross hits the mat hard. Cross checks his leg for damage]

[McClain somehow sits up and grabs the nearby ropes to pull him up while Cross sits up and starts to make his way up to his feet. McClain pulls Cross up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and takes him over with a high backdrop while the fans continues to cheer him on. Cross gets back to his feet and goes for a right hand but McClain ducks and hooks on a waistlock before driving Cross down to the mat with a belly to back suplex. McClain wipes away the excess blood and picks up Cross with a two handed chokehold before taking him down with a slam and hooks the arms for a cover.]

1...

2...

BJ: Still not enough to put Cross away.

[Cross gets the shoulder up while McClain sits on the mat in shock. McClain slowly gets to his feet and throws him to the outside before he rolls out of the ring. McClain continues to fire away with right hands before slamming Cross headfirst into the table. McClain climbs up onto the ring apron and waits for the right moment and leaps off with a double ax-handle but Cross catches him in mid-air and drops him over the over the table. Cross shakes off some of the cobwebs before picking up McClain and locking on a blantant choke. The ref starts to count to break it.]

1...

2...

3...

4...

[Cross releases the choke when he climbs back into the ring and onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbowdrop to the throat driving himself and McClain through the announce table to the floor.]

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

[Cross rolls out of the wreckage barely while he grabs his ribs in pain and picks up the bloodied and beaten McClain and slings him into the ropes before climbing up to the top turnbuckle again and leaps off with a leg drop but McClain rolls out of the way at the last moment while Cross hits the mat hard. Cross checks his leg for damage. McClain somehow sits up and grabs the nearby ropes to pull him up while Cross sits up and starts to make his way up to his feet. McClain pulls Cross up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and takes him over with a drop toe hold while the fans continues to cheer him on. Cross gets back to his feet and goes for a right hand but McClain ducks and hooks on a waistlock before driving Cross down to the mat with a belly to back suplex. McClain hits the ropes and springboards off with an asai moonsault before making the cover.]

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2...

BJ: Still not enough to put Cross away.

[Cross gets the shoulder up once more while McClain questions the count. McClain gets back to his feet and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for a flying clothesline but Cross moves out of the way and stands there waiting.]

AJ: This can not look good for McClain.

BJ: I think he's about to get stuffed.

[McClain slowly gets to his feet and stumbles around until he turns around and Cross grabs him by the throat and takes him up and then straight down with a chokeslam.]

AJ: Cross chokeslammed him straight to an oblivion with that one.

BJ: It's all over but the shouting now.

[Cross gets up to his feet and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and points directly at McClain before leaping off with a corkscrew shooting star press onto the chest of McClain. Cross just crosses McClain's arms over his chest while the ref makes the count.]

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AJ: NO!!!! Somehow McClain kicked out.

BJ: I don't believe it.

[Cross pulls McClain up to his feet and goes for an irish whip but McClain reverses it and sends Cross to the outside. McClain plays to the crowd and waits for the right moment before he hits the farside ropes and then leaps over the nearside ropes and connects with a corkscrew plancha. McClain sits up and fires away with numerous rights to the forehead before picking Cross up and delivers another right to the jaw.]

AJ: Looks like McClain is sending a message to Cross.

BJ: I'm sure Cross will have a response soon enough.

[McClain with another right hand but Cross comes back with a right of his own. Cross buries a boot to the midsection before connecting with another right hand to the jaw of McClain, that sends him stumbling back.]

AJ: These two are definitely going for it all tonight.

BJ: With the International Title on the line, no kidding.

[Cross turns around and heads up the ramp. McClain gets his bearings and runs after him. McClain catches him and brings him down with a bulldog.

[Cross rolls over a little while McClain slowly sits up and gets to his feet. Cross slowly rolls over onto his stomach while McClain picks up Cross by the hair and throws him back into the ring. Cross comes back with a shot to the midsection before connecting with an uppercut to the throat. McClain stumbles back and walks back into a straight leg jumping side kick from Cross. Cross picks up McClain as they exchange stinging rights and lefts until Cross takes McClain over with a side russian legsweep and floats over into a cover.]

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BJ: McClain is not done yet..

[McClain gets up to his feet and pulls Cross to his feet before whipping him into the far corner. McClain charges in but Cross catches him coming in with a foot to the face before he follows up with a discus palm thrust to the face. Cross gets to his feet and pulls McClain into a front face lock before climbing up to the second turnbuckle and leaped off with a tornado DDT. Cross puts McClain on the table and climbs to the top.]

AJ: Looks like McClain is in trouble as Cross is ready to jump

[McClain quickly gets up and knocks the feet from under Cross.]

BJ: Ouch! He will be singing soprano the rest of his life.

[McClain climbs the rope with Cross, and starts trying to pick him up.]

AJ: What is he going to do now?

[McClain hooks in a waistlock and tries to muscle him up.]

BJ: No, not this...come on Cross

AJ: You really don't like McClain, do you?

BJ: Not at all

[McClain launches Cross with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex.]

AJ: GOOD GOD!!! This is Unreal...Cross is broken in half.

[Both guys are laid out on the mat while the ref just stands there and starts to count.]

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[McClain just sits up to break the count before rolling over and makes a cover on Cross.]

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[Cross with another kickout. McClain gets back to his feet. He waits until Cross stumbles back up to his feet before hitting the ropes and driving his shoulder into the back of his knee.]

AJ: McClain just smashes Cross' face repeatedly until Cross falls off backwards.

[McClain struggles to the top turnbuckle, and tries to stand up.]

BJ: This could be it for Cross.

[The crowd explodes in cheers.]

AJ: It could be time for the end.

BJ: Get up Cross

AJ: McClain spreads his wings..

[The crowd explodes even more, wanting McClain to jump]

BJ: There he goes.

[McClain connects with a shooting star press and bounces off from the impact.]

AJ: The Eye of The Storm! That could be it. Make the cover.

[McClain slowly gets to his knees and grabs his ribs in pain when he makes the cover.]

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BJ: He kicked out, he kicked out

AJ: McClain can't believe it...

BJ: Cross is slowly getting up

[McClain is helping Cross up but Cross fires back with a right hand and a boot to the midsection bending McClain over.]

AJ: Come on McClain...No!!!

[Cross bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but McClain ducks under and catches him from behind.]

AJ: He missed, and McClain grabs him....

[The crowd explodes again.]

BJ: Not this...it's time

[McClain sets up Cross and tries for the Breaking Point but Cross fires back with a headbutt before turning around and underhooks the arms and takes him up and over with a butterfly suplex that stuns McClain. Cross gets up to his feet while McClain pushes himself up off the mat. Cross charges in and nearly takes McClain's head off with a running lariat. Cross slowly picks McClain up and whips him into the far corner and follows him in with an avalanche clothesline.]

BJ: Cross just crushed McClain back first into the corner!

[Cross hangs onto the ropes while he drives his shoulder into McClain's stomach. Cross lifts McClain onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up with him before putting on a front facelock.]

AJ: I sense a very violent DDT in McClain's very near future.

[Cross tries to pull McClain off but McClain slips through and shoves Cross off of the top turnbuckle to the mat. McClain tries to shake off the cobwebs before standing up on the top turnbuckle and looks around before he leaps off with a big leg drop.]

BJ: McClain connected but he looks like he might be a little too hurt to take it advantage of it.

[McClain crawls over and makes the cover.]

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AJ: NO! Cross barely kicks out!

[McClain drags Cross back up but Cross fights back with a well placed elbow to the solar plexus. Cross fires in another elbow before slamming onto the mat. McClain lays on the mat stunned when Cross stands up on the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a front flip guillotine legdrop.]

BJ: WARP ASYLUM!!!!!!!

[Cross goes in for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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3!!!!!

[DING!!!!! DING!!!!! DING!!!!!]

RA: And your winner and NEWWWWWWWWWWW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION……ERIK CROSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Long: McClain with a chair as he pounces on the downed Erik Cross. Look at that wild look he has burning in his eyes! McClain means business!

Reed: Things do not look good for Cross!

[McClain delivers three swift chair shots to the ribs of the fallen Cross, as he sets Erik's ankle into the steel chair and lays his ankle off the left as he climbs his way to the top of the turnbuckle. The crowd is really into this as some want to see McClain jump and other do not, either way, things are not going to be pretty.

McClain leaps off and nails a picture perfect Swanton bomb, landing his back on the "sweet spot" of the chair as the crowd falls silent with only a mummer here and there. McClain stands over Cross with a look of satisfaction upon his face. Cross thrashes about in pain as McClain's look upon his face becomes blank.]

McClain: It's been done...

Long: What the hell did we see tonight? Matt McClain has just tried to break the ankle of Erik Cross. We won't know any details until the trainers look at it, but damn that had to be painful.

Reed: McClain living up to his gimmick of "The Crippler", but what drove him to so this?

Long: I don't know, but if this is the new Matt McClain, then the WWA needs to stay out of his way.

Reed: you can say that again! What a match though! That's what Summer games is all about! Not to mention wehave a new WWA International Champ!!

Long: I'm...I'm...actually a bit stunned though.

[Cross is shown limping all the way up the ramp as his music plays...]

Reed: For me this match was a battle of the lesser of two evils...

Long: You could say that again.

[The camera focuses on McClain who is watching Cross limp up the ramp and away with the WWA International title. He throws his BWA title over his shoulder awash in a good dose of heel heat.]

Reed: Not a fan favori...

[WTF POP!]

[What as light, is now thick black, darkness.

long: What the hell happened to the lights??

Reed: Ok, who forgot to pay the power?

[Just then a lone spot light slices through the darkness. Illuminating the seat that was just minutes ago occupied by "The Alliances Most Miserable Man".]

Long: Uh..oh..

[Just as quickly as the lights went out, they snap back on. Now in the center of the ring was SyNn. Standing behind McClain, who is looking every where but behind him.]

Reed: This is not looking good....

SyNn reaches with his right arm and tap's "The Crippler" on the shoulder. McClain spins around just in time to get NAILED with a stiff Diamond Cutter.]

[HUGE FUGGIN FACE POP!]

Long: TRUE CONVICTION!!!!! TRUE CONVICTION!!!

[SyNn stands over the downed Matt McClain. SyNn looks up, a smirk across his face. He holds his arms out with clenched fists in a crucifix.]

Reed: ...boy McClain didn't knew what hit him!

Long: Look at SyNn, he looks damn proud of himself.

[SyNn bends down quickly grabbing the BWA Heavyweight Title. Once in hand, SyNn roll's out underneath the bottom rope. He starts back up the ramp, arms out the BWA Heavyweight title dangling from his right hand.]

Reed: My god, what is going on here? SyNn just laid out "The Crippler" and took his BWA Heavyweight title as a trophy!

Long: There's going to be hell to pay in the Bayou.

[SyNn pauses at the top of the ramp. A cocky smile across his face, the BWA title is now over his left shoulder as the crowd roars for the returning superstar.]

Reed: listen to those people.

Long: It’s going to take a while to get them calmed down!

[The Las Vegas Motor Speedway suddenly darkens as bolts of lightning criss-cross on the WWA-tron]

Reed: NOW WHAT THE HELL?

Long: I have no idea, probably something big knowing this place.

Reed: Thank you Captain Obvious.

Long: Shut up…

[“Swamped” by Lacuna Coil begins playing over the P.A. System. The lightning on the screen stops, and words appear saying “Once there was a promotion that sparked the Alliances it was in...Once there was a promotion that gave life to its wrestlers and its fans...”]

Long: The PCW. It seems to be born out of what the PNW used to be. We have a lot more action here tonight and I am being urged to move on with it by WWA officials.

Reed: Then move it on we will, to the first of the survivors matches!

Camera pans back onto the huge crowd gathered for Summer Games 2004. They are cheering and some are trying to make their presence known by acting silly for the camera. The voice of George Long can be heard as the camera pans back to him...

George Long: So far, this is shaping up to be easily one of the best cards in WWA history. I mean, the competition has just been action-packed. We've seen a lot of drama and intrigue, and with our next match, the drama just piles on even further. A three-way dance between the surviving members of the Burning Phoenix Puroresu team: Red Wolf, Shinjiro Misawa, and Jaysen Taylor, aka Johnny Rotten. Two of them, Red Wolf, and Shinjiro Misawa are also competing for the World Tag-Team Championships later on tonight...

Garrett Reed: ...This is sooooo not fair to Johnny Rotten. He has to be the serious underdog in this match, as he's gonna have to face two friends, two tag-team partners who have a World Tag-Team Title shot tonight. It's just not fair!!

George Long: That remains to be seen...

[A cutscene to the back shows Red Wolf walking into Shinjiro's locker room, as Misawa stood up from what appeared to be a meditating position. A towel was across over his head covering his facial features as the crowd is unaccustomed to seeing his face. He shook Red Wolf's hand...]

Red Wolf: The World Tag-Team Championships are ours tonight. No matter what happens in the three way dance.

Shinjiro: Bring your best partner. I've got World Title aspirations myself.

[Red Wolf smiles.]

Red Wolf: So do I, my friend.

Shinjiro: See you in the ring.

[Cutscene returns to the ring...]

Garrett Reed: See, I told you. It's a conspiracy against Johnny Rotten.

Ring Announcer: The following match is an elimination Three Way Dance, to determine the lone survivor of the Burning Phoenix Puroesu Team!!!

[Crowd cheers in anticipation as the strains of "Grand Sword" blare out on the PA system...]

Ring Announcer: Introducing first, in the accompanyment of his manager, Akihiro Hiroyasu; from Kumamoto, Yatsuhiro, Japan, weighing in at 240 lbs. this Shinjiroooooooooooooo Misaaaaaaaaaaawaaaaaaaaa!!!!

[Shinjiro steps out from behind the curtain to a loud ovation. He is clad in a black Hokama with red Japanese characters depicting "Pride, Honor, Humility and Discipline" His mask was black with red highlights as well, a new variant of his "Hayabusa-esque" mask. Shinjiro turns around and points back to the entrance. Coming out soon after is Akihiro Hiroyasu, Shinjiro's manager, he is wearing a nice business suit. His eyes and countenance perhaps reflecting what's underneath Shinjiro's mask, as his face is stern, unyielding, unmoving. He signals Shinjiro to get down to the ring, Shinjiro acquiesces, then darts down to the ring, sliding under the ropes. Then waits in his designated corner bouncing up and down in anticipation of what is to come...]

Garret Reed: They should call him conspirator number one.

George Long: You gonna whine all night?

Garret Reed: I just want to see a fair three way, is that too much to ask?

["Grand Sword" fades out, as strains of "Heart Full of Black" by the Burning Brides comes over the PA system. The loud fanfare begins to die down as Jeff Fox makes his way onto the entrance way holding a huge sign over his head that reads "Johnny Rotten, YOUR next Crusierweight Champ!!"...]

Ring Announcer: His opponent, in the accompanyment of his manager Jeff Fox; from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada weighing in at 98kg's, this is the 2004 Super J Cup Champion, Johnnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy RRRRRRRRRRRRoooooooteeeeeeeennnnnnnn!!!!!!!!

[Wearing his black cargo pants, and a Johnny Ramone "Rest In Peace" memorial T-shirt, Johnny Rotten walks out to a pop from the crowd. Jeff Fox leads as Rotten follows a few steps behind. Meanwhile, the crowd breaks into a small "Rotten" chant. Trying his best to ignore them, Johnny climbs onto the ring apron and hops over the top rope...]

Garrett Reed: See, even the Ring Announcer is in on the conspiracy against Rotten. You heard how he announced him, huh?

George Long: What are you talking about? He read what he was supposed to read on the card.

Garrett Reed: No, no no. For great Canadian athletes he's supposed to have that dramatic pause when he's announcing their hometown, a la Lance Storm.

George Long: Dramatic Pause?

Garrett Reed: Yeah, it was supposed to be, "From Edmonton..................Alberta, Canada." Stu Hart is probably turning over in his grave right now.

George Long: Gimme a break.

[The Crowd erupts into a chant of "Urufu, Urufu...." as the arena goes dark....]

[Smoke highlighted by red floodlights pour from the entranceway. On the video screen, the silhouette of a wolf howling to the moon is superimposed on a backdrop of fire. A primal howl blasts over the loudspeakers moments before Metallica™s "Of Wolf and Man" begins to play.

OFF THROUGH THE NEW DAY'S MIST I RUN
OUT FROM THE NEW DAY'S MIST I HAVE COME
I HUNT
THEREFORE I AM
HARVEST THE LAND
TAKEN THE FALLEN LAMB

Ring Announcer: And their opponent, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at 265 lbs. He is a former WWA World Heavyweight Champion, he is "The UUUUUUUUUUrufuuuuuuuuuuuu." Reeeeeeeeddddddd Wooooooollllllllffffffffffff!!!

A shadow amidst the smoke screen emerges into the light waving a large flag. It is the Urufu, Red Wolf bearing the emblem of Burning Phoenix Puro. The video screen signals his presence with the terms URUFU and RED WOLF flashing briefly between video clips of the matches in his career.

OFF THROUGH THE NEW DAY'S MIST I RUN
OUT FROM THE NEW DAY'S MIST I HAVE COME
WE SHIFT
PULSING WITH THE EARTH
COMPANY WE KEEP
ROAMING THE LAND WHILE YOU SLEEP

Red Wolf takes a moment to stand there as the fans roar in approval. Without warning, Red Wolf tilts his head to the rafters and releases a loud wolf howl that is echoed back by the fans. In the same instant, two fire trails ignite and line the sides of the entrance ramp.

BRIGHT IS THE MOON HIGH IN STARLIGHT
CHILL IN THE AIR COLD AS STEEL TONIGHT
WE SHIFT
CALL OF THE WILD
FEAR IN YOUR EYES
IT'S LATER THAN YOU REALIZED

Red Wolf powers his way down to the ring, his 6'6, 265 pound body as confident as ever. Red strobe lights rattle the inside of the ring with light before becoming one solid red light source. Red Wolf marches up the stairs and steps over the top rope into the ring.

I FEEL A CHANGE
BACK TO BETTER DAY
HAIR STANDS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK
IN WILDNESS IS THE PRESERVATION OF THE WORLD
SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF
SHAPE SHIFT NOSE TO THE WIND
SHAPE SHIFT FEELING I'VE BEEN
MOVE SHIFT ALL SENSES CLEAN
EARTH'S GIFT
BACK TO THE MEANING OF WOLF AND MAN

The Urufu walks to the center of the ring and proudly waves the flag high above his head. He looks menacingly over at his opponents.

George Long: What an entrance.

Garrett Reed: Please, will somebody put this mutt in a pound or put him to sleep. Whichever comes first.

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

George Long: I will say this Garrett, with the fact that it's an elimination three-way dance. I would think that Johnny Rotten doesn't stand much of chance in this match.

Garrett Reed: Conspiracy!!

George Long: Alright, collar to elbow tie-up between Rotten, and Misawa...

[Rotten puts Misawa in a side head lock as Misawa shoots him in the ropes. With Red Wolf standing next to him, Misawa and Red Wolf waited on Rotten to rebound from the ropes. Johnny Rotten saw the set up, and held on to the ropes for dear life, sliding out to the ringside floor. He walked to Jeff Fox and held up his middle fingers to both Red Wolf and Misawa...]

Garrett Reed: Good move Rotten! Now let's see Red Wolf and Misawa hook it up.

[Rotten motions for Red Wolf and Misawa to begin wrestling, and when they don't, he and Jeff Fox begin to head towards the entrance way with a chorus of boos showering them...]

George Long: Look at this Johnny Rotten. I guess he's gonna take his ball and go home.

Garrett Reed: I don't blame him!! Would you like to face both Red Wolf, and Shinjiro Misawa by yourself?

George Long: But it's a three-way dance, it's every...

Garrett Reed: Don't give me that crap!! They're gonna try to eliminate him first, and you know it!!

[Shinjiro and Red Wolf stare at each other for a moment. Shinjiro pointed to himself, and then darted out the ring, after Johnny Rotten. He catches up to the Johnny, pushing Jeff Fox aside and begins unloading on Johnny Rotten. Jeff Fox meanwhile, hits Misawa from behind with a forearm getting Misawa's attention. Misawa turns his attention to Fox, and get's drilled with a forearm from Johnny Rotten. Fox and Rotten commence to double teaming Misawa on the outside...]

Garrett Reed: Brilliant!! Rotten managed to isolate Misawa from his tag team partner and now Rotten and Fox are giving him the double teaming that Red Wolf and Misawa planned to give to him.

George Long: How is this fair?

Garrett Reed: Hey, it's a three way dance. You do what you gotta do to win.

[By the time Red Wolf comes to the outside ring area, he is shocked to see Akihiro Hiroyasu, Shinjiro's manager, dart past him. Hiroyasu catches up to Jeff Fox, and spins him around to lay some vicious chops onto Jeff's chest which sent the crowd into a frenzy...]

George Long: The sixty year old All-Japan veteran showing the young pup to mind his business, and it's a painful lesson to learn!!!

Garrett Reed: Somebody, get old man river off of Jeff Fox!!!

[With the two managers fighting on the outside, Johnny Rotten began to hammer away again on Misawa, which brought Red Wolf down the aisle. Red Wolf clubbed Johnny to the back, and sent him careening into a nearby guardrail. Misawa followed up, scoring with some roundhouse kicks to Johnny's chest...]

George Long: What a match this has been, and not a drop of action has even taken place in the ring!!

[Misawa pulls Rotten by the hair, and rolls him into the ring. Rotten sprang to his feet, and stepped on Misawa's as he tried to get into the ring. From there Rotten springboarded, and nailed Red Wolf with a sommersault plancha to the ring floor. He was then unloading punches on Red Wolf...]

George Long: Great quick thinking on Rotten's part.

Garrett Reed: There is still some hope.

[Misawa saw what was happening to Red Wolf on the outside and gave chase to Rotten, who slid back into the ring first, and bounced off the ropes, nailing Misawa with a dropkick as he entered the ring. Misawa was down...]

Garrett Reed: Who would've thought that even with him facing tonight's World Tag-Team Championship contenders, that Johnny Rotten would be controlling the match? Admit it Long, you didn't think it was possible.

George Long: Yeah, but he needs to stay on one of them if not both, to make sure he walks out the winner.

[Misawa stood up as Rotten lept at him, wrapping his legs around his lower torso, trying to take him over for a cradle. Misawa though, countered, executing a huge Ocean Cyclone suplex which snapped Rotten's head off the mat, violently...]

George Long: The fun just stopped right there for Rotten. That was a vicious suplex.

[Misawa grabbed a hold of Rotten's leg and locked him in a single leg crab, as Red Wolf made it to his feet, and climbed back into the ring. After a while, he turned the single leg crab, into an STF...]

George Long: This should slow down Johnny Rotten.

Garrett Reed: Yeah, long enough for Red Wolf to come in and start poundng him.

[Red Wolf stood there, as Rotten made it to the ropes forcing a break in the hold. Misawa stood with his back turned to Rotten, not knowing that Rotten had pulled himself up. The crowd began clapping as Misawa stared his tag-team partner down, and gasped as they locked up in a collar-to-elbow...]

George Long: See Garrett. I told you it's a three way dance, every man for himself. No conspiracy.

Garrett Reed: It's a setup Rotten!! Don't fall for it!!

[Red Wolf locked a headlock onto Misawa and then shot him off the ropes, and they collided into one another, neither man even budging. Red Wolf bounced off the ropes to shoulder block Misawa, but Misawa dropped down. When he hopped over Misawa, he was met with a spinning kick by Rotten...]

Garrett Reed: He's still in this match, why don't they just award him the victory already?

George Long: Your particular brand of Crack must be reeeeaal good, eh?

Garrett Reed: Your mother's Crack is real good.

[Misawa stood up, looking at Rotten. He hesitated, and then pushed Rotten to the side, so that he could lock on a boston crab onto Red Wolf. Rotten ran to the ropes, and came off with an Asai moonsault, landing across the upper back of Red Wolf...]

Garrett Reed: I don't believe it, Misawa's turned on Red Wolf, right before their match tonight.

George Long: I don't think that's the case, but don't forget, the winner of this match, has the chance tonight, to go on to become the number one contender for the WWA World Heavyweight Championship. For the sport's highest honor, Shinjiro has no choice but to wrestle for himself.

[Rotten connected with a loud sounding roundhouse kick to the back of Misawa's head, causing him to let go of the hold. Rotten then put him in a face lock and attempted to give him a vertical suplex, but Misawa countered, giving Rotten a brainbuster. Misawa stood up, and saw Red Wolf making it to his hands and knees, and attempted a jumping cradle pin...]

George Long: This could do it...

1........

2............

Garrett Reed: Nah, Red Wolf is too strong for that.

[Red Wolf, stood up as both he and Misawa locked up in another collar-to-elbow tie up. Red Wolf got behind Misawa, and took him down with a thunderous German Suplex. He turned his attention to Rotten, slamming him down hard with a spinebuster. The crowd roared their approval as Red Wolf cusped his hands to his mouth and howled out at the fans...]

George Long: He sure does have the crowd eating out of the palm of his hands, huh?

Garrett Reed: What do the people know? I could stick my hand in a sock, and make it talk like puppet, and they'd cheer.

George Long: It's been done already.

Garrett Reed: My point exactly.

[Shinjiro makes it to his feet, and goes to Irish Whip Red Wolf into the ropes. He ducks a Misawa roundhouse kick, as he bounces off the opposite side. Both men hit each other with a clothesline and lay in the middle of the ring. Rotten stands up, and seeing both men on the mat, he bounces off the ropes sailing into the air...]

George Long: He just landed on both of them with a sommersault legdrop!!! He's got his arms draped across both men...

Garrett Reed: He'll end the match!!

1..........

2.....................

George Long: What a kickout!! I thought he had them both right there!!

Garrett Reed: That was a three you dumb ref!!! Can't you count!!!

George Long: You're so animated for this match. You wouldn't have happened to put down any money on this would you?

Garrett Reed: I......I don't know what you're talking about.

[Rotten picks up Misawa and shoots him into the ropes. As Misawa bounces back, Rotten attempts a clothesline, which is blocked by Misawa. He grabbed Rotten arm that was going to clothesline him, and puts the arm between Rotten's legs, holding it. Misawa then wrapped his free arm underneath Rotten's throat. He lifted Rotten and arched back, dropping Rotten on the back of his head and neck, which got the fans to stand up...]

George Long: EXPOIDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!

Garrett Reed: You're such a mark.

George Long: Cover!!

1....................

2....................

Garrett Reed: What a kickout, even with the referee counting fast!!

George Long: What match are you watching?

[Red Wolf made it to his feet, as Misawa was looking at him, he hesitated again in attacking him, and instead pointed at Rotten. Red Wolf got a mischievous look on his face as they both nodded their heads, and approached Johnny Rotten with menacing looks on their faces...]

George Long: Uh-oh. This doesn't look too good for Mr. Rotten.

[Red Wolf hooked Rotten in a full nelson and Misawa got a running start and connected with a thrust kick to Rotten's head while Red Wolf used the momentum to take Rotten over with a Dragon Suplex, dropping Rotten again on the back of his head...]

Garrett Reed: I thought they had honor, and all that other garbage!! They just double-teamed an innocent man!!!

George Long: No need for double entendre's or anything like that.

Garrett Reed: This coming from a man whose last name is "Long" and rocks a porno mustache.

[The impact caused Rotten to spill out the ring and onto the floor below. Red Wolf and Shinjiro shook hands, and circled each other. Another collar-to-elbow tie-up saw Misawa get the upper hand, arm-dragging Red Wolf to the mat. Red Wolf got up quick and clotheslined him to the mat. He shot Misawa into the ropes and caught him with a urinage suplex...]

George Long: This could do it!!

1...................

2...................

3....................no!!!

[The ref raised two fingers in the air as Red Wolf stood up, and set up Misawa for a powerbomb. As he lifted Misawa, Misawa adjusted himself in mid-air hooking his leg underneath Red Wolf's armpit. Red Wolf attempted to powerbomb him, but didn't nearly have enough leverage and the slam was weak, allowing Misawa to lock his leg around Red Wolf's neck meeting with the arm underneath his armpit. He pulled on Red Wolf's exposed arm...]

George Long: Shades of Royce Gracie, it's a triangle choke!!!

Garrett Reed: He's got it in tight too!!

[Red Wolf looked as though he were starting to fade, and he dropped to one knee reaching for the ropes which were not close enough to him...]

Garrett Reed: Red Wolf's starting to power down. He may be out before long.

Fans: "U-ru-fu, U-ru-fu...."

[The chants from the fans, seemed to power Red Wolf as he made it back to both feet. Ignoring the pain and oxygen deprivation, he grunted as he lifted Misawa into the air, powerbombing him to the mat...]

George Long: What a powerbomb, but Misawa still has him locked in the triangle choke!!

[Red Wolf stood up with Misawa and powerbombed him to the mat yet again...]

Garrett Reed: The stubborn bastard won't let go of the choke!!!

[Red Wolf stood with him again, and hoisted Misawa into the air, but effects of the choke showed itself as Red Wolf's legs went out from under him. He lost control, making for a wild looking powerbomb, that drove Misawa's head into the mat, and knocked the wind out of him too...]

George Long: Third time's the charm.

[With both men down, Rotten climbed the top turnbuckle, as his back was to both Red Wolf and Misawa as they laid prone on the mat...]

Garrett Reed: This spells doom for somebody.

[Rotten jumped off the turnbuckle and connected to Misawa with an unheard of 450 Moonsault Press which caused the Burning Phoenix fans to jump out of their seats, and feel a sense of pride...]

Fans: B-P-P!!, B-P-P!!, B-P-P!!

Garrett Reed: BOOYAH!!

George Long: UNBELIEVABLE!!!

1.....................................

2......................................

3!!!

Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, Shinjiro Misawa has been eliminated!!!

[Akihiro Hiroyasu makes his way back down the aisle as the ref helps to remove Shinjiro from the ring. The crowd gives him a standing ovation, in respect for what his performance...]

George Long: It was well deserved.

Garrett Reed: Viva la Johnny Rotten!!!

[Seeing Red Wolf getting on all fours Johnny Rotten, quickly sunk in a deep rear naked choke....]

George Long: Johnny Rotten is now trying to finish the work Misawa started hooking Red Wolf in a sleeper. Gotta admit, this is good strategy, keep the big man down, and work from there.

Garrett Reed: As we see Johnny Rotten, let's take a look at that again...

[The screen sidesplits between live action, and a replay of the 450 Moonsault Press that took Shinjiro Misawa out of the match giving fans that missed it, a chance to view the breathtaking move. Meanwhile Red Wolf, made it to the ropes breaking the hold. As he made it to one knee, Rotten shot off the ropes, and springboarded off Red Wolf's knee, crashing into his knee into Red Wolf's head...]

George Long: SHIIIIIIIINIIIIIING WIZAAAAAARRRRRD!!!

Garrett Reed: Johnny Rotten, is gonna make it two for two!!!

1..........................................

2..........................................

3.....NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

George Long: It doesn't get much closer than that.

Garrett Reed: Somebody is paying the referee off!!

George Long: Or the former WWA World Champ refuses to quit!!

[Rotten pulls Red Wolf out and sets him in the proper space, and climbs the turnbuckle again...]

George Long: He's been flawless from the air so far tonight, what else does he have in his arsenal?

Garrett Reed: Whatever it is, if he hits it, it's all over for Red Wolf.

[Rotten jumps off the top rope completing his revolutions for the forward 450 splash, but lands on Red Wolf's knees, as the crowd begins to cheer again...]

George Long: He went for everything, and got nothing in return!!!

Garrett Reed: Come on Rotten!!!

[Red Wolf pulled himself up, and staggered to Johnny Rotten who was still clutching at his ribs. He shot Rotten into the ropes and as Rotten came back, he caught him with a Scrapbuster Slam...]

George Long: Shades of Ray Traylor.

Garrett Reed: Rest in peace, "Big Boss Man."

[Red Wolf then picked up Rotten, who managed to rake Red Wolf's eyes. Scoring with a faceplant, a la X-pac he climbed the ropes with his back to Red Wolf yet again...]

Garrett Reed: Here it comes!!

[Johnny Rotten jumps off, and connects with an equally impressive 630 Twisting Moonsault press, which dazzles the crowd as well...]

George Long: He won the Super J Crown with that move!!!

1...........................................

2..........................................

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Garrett Reed: How is he kicking out?!?!?!?!?!

George Long: It's called the will to win!!!!

[Rotten sat there, holding his ribs as they were still sore from his last aerial attempt. He could be seen talking to himself, as he shook his head...]

George Long: That frustration is starting to rear it's ugly head, and the upstart Rotten has got to keep it together if he want's to keep his chances of winning alive.

[Red Wolf started to stir, making it first to his knees, then to his vertical base. As he tries to get his bearings straight, Rotten makes it over to the corner and retrieves his Dog Collar wrapping it around his fist...]

George Long: What does he think he's doing?

Garrett Reed: Desperate times, calls for desperate measures!!!

[He charges at Red Wolf, but Red Wolf sees him coming. Rotten swings, but is countered by Red Wolf ducking and sending him skyward, as though setting him up for a flapjack, but Red Wolf waits underneath, and catches Rotten with an Ace Crusher driving Rotten to the mat as the fans cheered. He turns Rotten over to his back, and just stared at him, then the crowd...]

George Long: Why is he just staring at Rotten?

Garrett Reed: Come on Rotten, get up!!!

[Red Wolf then makes his way to the turnbuckles, eventually making his way to the top...]

George Long: You gotta be kidding me...

Garrett Reed: What's he doing up there? This isn't how he wrestles.

George Long: But with a chance to wrestle for the WWA World Title on the line, the body can do some pretty amazing things!!!

[Howling to his fans, Red Wolf hurls himself through the air, his hangtime, a thing of beauty; completing his revolution for a breathtaking Shooting Star Press which connects to the crowd's approval...]

George Long: LUNAR ECLIPSE!!!!!

Garrett Reed: Kick out Rotten, you gotta kick out!!!! Please let him kick out!!!!

1.......................................................

2......................................................

3!!!!!

George Long: It's over!!!

Ring Announcer: Johnny Rotten, has been eliminated!!! For the winner of the contest, and lone survivor for the BPP, "The Uuuuuuuuuruuuuuuuuuuuuuufuuuuuuuuu," Reeeeeeeeeeed Wooooooooooolllllllllllllllllf!!!!

[Shinjiro meets Red Wolf in the ring, and helps him to his feet, as the crowd continues to chant "U-ru-fu"...]

George Long: What a match between these three athletes, Red Wolf is your winner and is going on tonight to compete to determine a number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Garrett Reed: My question though, is how is he and Misawa gonna fare against the World Tag-Team Champions later on tonight? Will there be anything left of Red Wolf to compete at that chance later on?

George Long: That's a great question, but stay tuned folks and pay attention to this...

[Promo airs for next WWA pay-per-view, as well as commercial for new WWA Video Game]

Long: Well folks, we have an update on Erik Cross, Cross went into the back where they wrapped his ankle as a precaution. They aren't sure what the damage is, if any. Erik won't let anyone check as he seems to be preoccupied.

Reed: That certainly was bad. I mean it looked bad from where I was sitting, but a man like Erik Cross it may take more than a broken bone to keep him down.

Long: True. And here comes Erik now with the International Title slung over his right shoulder. Where is he going?

Reed: It looks like the Press Box. Wait, wasn't there some deal between Erik Cross and our Rayven Delacroix that if Erik won tonight he would get a night with her?

Long: I think I heard something about that. Whatever the case, it looks like Erik is going to collect on that wager.

Erik Cross walks up behind Rayven who is talking to others and watching the ring area. Erik spins her around and takes her by surprise with a forceful kiss. Erik pulls away and leans down a little and scoops Rayven up throwing her over his left shoulder. As members of the Press Box try to stop Erik from leaving with her, he does the only thing he can do, Erik pulls the International belt from his other shoulder and one member got broad sided in the face with the gold plate.

They backed off momentarily as Erik cast a menacing glare in their direction then made his way to the back of the arena to leave. Erik Cross is once again met by opposing forces as security rushes him before he makes it to the doors. Erik slaps Rayven on the behind.

"Tighten your leg muscles, darlin."

Erik swung around with Rayven causing her legs to knock down a security member. They back off as they see Rayven is not struggling, but has a smile on her face.

Long: Wow, you see the smile on that girls face? I should smack her ass like that.

Reed: Yeah, and you'd be peeling your face off the floor.

Long: Bah! So what’s up next.

Reed: Funy you should ask, what do you thinks up next….Survivors match number 2.

Long: Rowell and Saint?

Red: Heheh you guessed it!

Long: Oh this could be fun!!!!

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the SECOND Survivors Match, pitting the two remaining members of Team SWF against each other! Introducing first...

[Shotgun blasts are overheard.]

["Cripple and Rape Me" by Dark Lotus begins to play, as the lights go out. The crowd comes to their collective feet as dim blue lights fills the arena.]

#When I start to think, my skull begins to crack Could it be the infection in my head trying to get me back? Cause the more I look at myself, the more f$#k I dunno! The more I think about it, I think my f$#king heads gonna explode#

BBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

[A huge white flashing pyro goes off in the entryway. The crowd roars its approval.]

#Wig splittin', leavin' all your family member's dead
I can't explain it, so I just blame it all on my head
Paranoid, shakin' in closets when I'm done
I think I'm hiding from the fact that I just
slaughtered everyone#

[The video wall flashes a scene of C.J. Rowell nailing Red Dragon with a chairshot is shown. The crowd goes nuts.]

#I wash my hands so many times that they crack and bleed
But water purifies, washes away and makes me clean
My soul is so dirty, I tried to wash it to
And get something together and figure out what to do#

[Rowell being held in a sharpshooter by Kevin Cage, and screaming at the top of his lungs that he won't quit.]

#The voices in my head keep driving me crazy
I got my Glock cocked, and loaded with no saftey
Empty trigger finger and I'm ready to release
Cause something keeps telling me "Increase the Deceased"#

[Rowell stands over a fallen Jason Lockhart and Dan Easton, holding the MSW Heavyweight Title high in the air.]

#Something's talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Something's telling me I'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me#

[A silhouette of a figure walks onto the stage and stands there with its head down. The crowd boos...]

#Something's talking in my head
I can't help thinking it hates me
Something's telling me I'm dead
It's going to cripple and rape me#

[The lights go normal again, and there on the stage stands C.J. Rowell. He is wearing navy blue basketball shorts with white trim, his black knee brace on his left knee, navy blue and white boots, a black sleeveless t-shirt, and a navy and white bandana down to his eyebrows. The crowd is going crazy with rage as Rowell looks down towards the ring and pounds his chest with his left fist.]

Ring Announcer: Standing 6'3" and weighing 240 pounds... He is C! J! ROWELL!

#They're telling me the secrets how to build a spaceship
Out of 2 bags of bar-b-que potato chips and rabbit sh!t
I gotta pocket full'a middle fingers, when I need good luck
I stick'em all up in my ass, spin in circles then I cluck
And if you try to read my mind, I'll call upon my Mockaloba
Have the energy of four dimensions f$#kin' on your momma
Got the fetus on a freestyle, did you feed the pilots?
Simple tip and keep a noose rised, call me Tripacoba#

[Rowell walks quickly down the aisle and climbs the stairs. Standing on the apron, he climbs through the ropes and up the near turnbuckles to the second one.]

#Peekin' through the window, I think I'm falling for this chick
'Cause when I look down, somehow I'm dry f$#kin' a brink!
Why is it when she see's me she's gotta scream!?
Now I gotta jump through the window and gag her with my stiffy again!#

[Rowell raises his fists high above his head, gaining another loud jeering reaction from the crowd.]

#I just want to split my neck and back in half
And when the reaper comes to get me I'm a even go & kill his punk ass
Post modern vibrator, scary like an alligator
Bitch your dying now, 'cause you aint even seein' later#

[Rowell hops down from the turnbuckle and turns to the referee. He gets in the referee's face, and forcing him back against the ropes, and is yelling at the referee as his music fades out.]

Ring Announcer: And his opponent...

[The lights dim.]

Right up in here, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure
Is that what it is? The cake will do
Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out

[FLASH]

CHRIS SAINT

[Out comes out SWF savior Chris Saint. His long blonde hair is down covering his face.]

Ring Announcer: Standing 6'1" and weighing 215 pounds... CHRIS SAINT!

I - opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around and had a small wall green
But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now

[Saint snaps his head up and his hair falls behind his hair. Now Saint's face is visible. Saint slowly begins to walk down the ramp. He never takes his eyes off of the ring. ]

Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do

[Saint slides into the ring and crawls to the center.]

So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

[Chris Saint stands in the center and looks at all the fans around him. With a sudden movement, Saint rips off his shirt and reveals his muscular body. A new large panther tattoo is on his back. On his right chest muscle reads "Revenge" in blood red ink.]

Long: Well, we knew that the Summer Games format this year was all about situational trust -- having to cooperate with your teammates in the opening round in hopes of moving on, only to have to fight each other in the second round... But I don't think THESE two men need a whole lot of incentive to lay into each other.

Reed: That's for sure. Saint and Rowell are on opposite sides of the political division currently happening in SWF, and that is NOT a pretty breakup, from what I'm hearing. Fact is: these guys HATE each other.

Long: Right you are, Garret -- Rowell hoisting the MSW flag, Saint standing on the side of the SWF... But tonight, even THAT dispute is going to take a backseat to an even larger issue: just who WILL get to the final round of Summer Games 5 and be named the #1 contender to the World Heavyweight Title?

Reed: Ain't that the $64,000 question?

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Long: Immediately these men are locking up in the center of the ring, but this is no sportsmanlike, respectful grapple for dominance -- they're WRENCHING at each other's necks like they want to rip each other's heads off!

Reed: Oh, I'm pretty sure they do.

Long: Rowell shoves hard at Saint... SMACKS him with a stiff elbow to the face. A second one! Rowell takes him by the arm, goes for a whip -- No! Saint stops it with a hard knee to the midsection. And he follows with a sharp right hand to the jaw of C.J. Rowell!

Reed: Rowell felt that one!

Long: Saint lowers the shoulder -- throws Rowell down with a fireman's carry takeover! He tries to scissor the arm... but Rowell slips out, and both men scramble to their feet. Saint grabs him by the arm and goes for a whip -- countered by Rowell -- Oh! Nails Saint with a Russian legsweep! C.J. with the cover...

1...

Long: ...And only a one-count on that.

Reed: That may have seemed like an early pin attempt, but don't forget that they both still have to be tired after fighting in the opening round, even if they have had some time to recover. The fatigue factor can't be ignored here, George.

Long: Good call, Garret... But I don't see either of these two giving it up just yet.

[Both Rowell and Saint get to their feet at the same time. Rowell grabs the other man first, though, and clamps on a front facelock. He goes for a suplex -- but Saint blocks it by grabbing Rowell around the waist, and bulls him into the ropes. Getting free of the facelock, Saint STINGS Rowell across the chest with a knife-edge chop, then shoots him to the opposite ropes. Rowell rebounds and Saint charges in with a lariat -- DUCKED by Rowell, who runs into the ropes again. Saint spins around as Rowell rebounds--]

Long: Look out! Rowell catches him with a tornado DDT! He-- No! Saint spins through and sets Rowell down on his feet! Grabs C.J. around the waist -- and THROWS him over with a Northern Lights suple-- NO! Rowell kicks his feet to blocks it! Aaand--

[~WHAM!~]

Long: PLANTS him with a DDT! And there's another cover!

1...

2--

Long: --And a kickout by Saint. Rowell isn't giving him a chance to get his wind back, though. He hauls him upright -- nails him with a hard elbow to the face -- and hooks him up in a front facelock. Rowell heaves him up... suplex coming up! No! Saint twists in the air and drops behind him! And rolls him up with a schoolboy!

1...

Long: Kickout by Rowell at the one-count.

Reed: Heh, Saint nearly surprised him there.

Long: That's all it'd take, indeed...

[The strength of Rowell's kickout makes Saint back off a few steps, giving C.J. time to get back to his feet. Immediately Rowell charges him -- only be to be taken down with a deep armdrag. Rowell rolls and regains his footing again, but Saint is already charging at him -- hitting a textbook dropkick RIGHT to C.J.'s face, knocking him to the canvas!]

Long: Saint is starting to take control of the offense! He goes over to Rowell, pulls him off the mat -- but Rowell shoves him away. Saint returns with a stiff boot to the gut, and goes for a whip -- reversed by Rowell, sending Saint to the ropes. Saint on the return -- BACK BODY DROP by Rowell-- NO! Saint flips through and drops behind him! Saint with a reverse waistlock and--

[~WHAM!~]

Reed: Niiice!

Long: NAILS the German suplex! Rowell is down and holding the back of his neck... and Saint gets to his feet -- DROPS a ruthless elbow across the head! And look at him GRIND the elbow into the face of Rowell... can you TELL they're not exactly friends?!

Reed: Get outta here! Really?

[Rowell shoves Saint away as he fights to his feet, holding his face in some pain. Saint gets up as well, and Rowell, seeing him, takes a furious swing at him -- but Saint ducks the blow and clamps his arms around Rowell's waist... and SLAMS him with a hard belly-to-belly suplex! With C.J. down, Saint goes to the corner and climbs to the top.]

Long: Saint going high-risk here! He measures the distance... and LEAPS! DOWN with a senton splash--

[~WHAM!~]

Long: NO! Rowell rolls clear at JUST the last second! Saint gets nothing but canvas! And Rowell, ever the opportunist, hooks the leg of Saint for the cover!

1...

2...

Long: Kickout by Saint!

Reed: Could've been over right there. You can't afford to make mistakes at this point!

Long: You sure can't, and Rowell is not making the mistake of letting up now that Saint is winded. He hauls Saint off the mat, throws him into the corner. OH! And BASHES him in the face with closed fists! No holding back there! Rowell with a last shot to the jaw, and now he lifts Chris Saint up onto the top turnbuckle... I smell a superplex coming up!

Reed: If he hits this, Rowell's going to the finals!

Long: Rowell climbs up, hooks the head! He lifts -- No! Saint with a shot to the face! He shoves hard... and Rowell tumbles ALL the way down to the canvas!

Reed: DENIED!

[Landing hard, Rowell takes a second to recover his senses before he works himself back onto his feet. Up on the top rope, Saint is also regaining his footing -- but as soon as he sees Rowell getting up, he stands upright... and FLIES!]

Long: MISSILE DROPKICK! IT CONNECTS! Saint hit ALL of that and Rowell is DOWN! Saint scrambles over to make the cover!

1...

2...

Long: Shoulder up by Rowell before the three! Saint isn't wasting time now; he goes to the legs, locks them up, turns Rowell over... and he has that Texas Cloverleaf cinched in good and tight, Garret!

Reed: It's good strategy to go for the submission -- Rowell's back has already taken some punishment in this match, not to mention the strain of the opening round.

Long: Right you are -- and Saint is certainly throwing some sadism into his strategy, as he leans WAY back on the hold, trying to bend Rowell's spine in ways it wasn't designed to go!

[But Rowell isn't sitting idly: gritting his teeth in agony, he digs his fingers into the canvas and slowly, inch by inch, drags himself closer to the ropes. Saint feels his leverage shifting, and adjusts his stance... but then Rowell's hand goes back, grabs Saint's ankle and gives it a rough pull -- yanking it right out from under him. Saint drops to one knee, and Rowell flings his arms out, catching the bottom rope. The referee orders Saint to release the hold.]

Long: Rowell resourcefully finding his way out of that predicament. Saint doesn't look happy that his hold didn't do the trick... but he can't afford to dwell on that, because he certainly doesn't want to give his opponent a chance to make a comeback.

Reed: I don't know what kind of comeback you EXPECT out of Rowell here... look at him using the ropes to haul himself back on his feet! The guy looks like he can barely STAND.

Long: Saint sees that too, Garret, and he's on the charge! Saint BARRELING into-- OH! NO! Rowell sidesteps and throws him into the air!

[~OOOHHHH!~]

Long: And DROPS him throat-first on the top rope! Saint staggers out of the ropes, choking like mad... right into the waiting arms of Rowell!

[~WHAAMM!~]

Long: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER! C.J. Rowell PLANTS him!

Reed: Now where's he going?

Long: Rowell heads for the corner! He climbs to the top rope, steadies himself, fixes his sights down at Chris Saint... and he LAUNCHES HIMSELF! DOWN WITH THE FLYING ELBOWDROP--

[~WHAM!~]

Long: NOOO! Saint rolls out of the way! Rowell lands the HARD way!

Reed: And check out Saint! He's ALL OVER Rowell now!

Long: Is he EVER! Saint locking him into the GRASP OF DEATH!! This one's gonna be over in a HEARTBEAT!

Reed: NO! C.J. Rowell is FEVERISHLY clawing his way to the ropes!

Long: Alllllmooooost theeeeere-- and he gets a hand on the bottom rope! The referee is telling Chris Saint to release the hold! Saint reluctantly doing it... No! He's literally dragging Rowell out of the ropes -- and he goes to put the Grasp on a second time! But Rowell slips out before Saint can get it fully applied!

Reed: Heh, close call there for C.J. Rowell, huh?

Long: That's for damn sure, Garret, and Rowell is crawling off with speed, trying to put some distance between himself at Saint... But Saint is up on his feet, pursuing him! Saint grabs a handful of Rowell's hair now, and--

[~GROOOOOAN!~]

Reed: Did you see that?!

Long: That was a BLATANT low blow by Rowell, stopping Chris Saint dead in his tracks! The referee is RIGHT in Rowell's face for that, but somehow I don't think C.J. is exactly sorry for his actions!

[All but shoving the referee away, Rowell gets up and regards the stunned Chris Saint with a sneer. Then he ducks under Saint's arm, grabs him by the head and leg and--]

Long: NAILS him with a Blockbuster Slam!! WHAT a move by Rowell, and Saint is DOWN! And once again, Rowell is heading for the corner!

Reed: He really wants to pull this off, doesn't he?

Long: He knows the stakes here, Garret. One good offensive attack will send one man to the finals and the other man to the locker room! And Rowell is betting that whatever he has cooked here will spell victory for him!

[Climbing to the top, Rowell perches on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring and his face to the screaming fans. Peering through his legs to gauge the distance, he stands upright -- and goes airborne!]

Long: TOP-ROPE MOONSAULT! NOOO! Saint AGAIN rolling out of the way--

[~OOOHHH!~]

Long: --And Rowell lands on his FEET! He KNEW Saint wasn't going to stay still! Saint using the ropes to haul himself upright, and he turns to find Rowell--

[~SMAAAACK!~]

[~OOOOHHHH!~]

Reed: HOLY CRAP!

Long: STUTTER KICK BY ROWELL!! He got ALL of that!! And Chris Saint goes CLEAR over the top rope to the floor!!

Reed: That was a hell of a shot, but that's NOT where he wanted Saint to go! He needs Saint in the ring so he can pin him!

[On the outside, Saint's momentum has sent him rolling across the floor to the barricade -- where fans are cheering and howling their fool heads off, a few of them even reaching down to pat Saint's shoulders as he tries to shake off the cobwebs and somehow fight to his feet. C.J. Rowell slips between the ropes and onto the apron, smirking as Saint uses the guardrail to support himself.]

Long: Rowell's looking down at Saint the way a predator watches wounded prey, Garret... Saint is NOT in a good way!

Reed: He's lucky he's still in this match at all, George! Had he not fallen out of the ring, he'd already be on his way to the showers!

Long: Well, Rowell is going to make sure that's where he goes in the very near future! Rowell leaps off the apron with a double-axhandle! NOOO!

[~CRAAAASH!~]

Long: NOTHING BUT GUARDRAIL! Chris Saint HURLED himself out of harm's way! And C.J. Rowell is FOLDED over that barricade like a NEWSPAPER!

Reed: OUCHY MAMA!

[With groggy, drunken movements, Saint picks himself up: painfully holding his head, blinking around him as if trying to ascertain his surroundings. He quickly spots Rowell trying to extricate himself from the barricade. Saint grabs Rowell by the back of the waistband, pulls him clear of the rail and spins him around -- HOOFS him hard in the midsection to double him over.]

Long: Saint with a waistlock on Rowell here-- OH NO!

[~THUMP!~]

[~SICK GROAN!~]

Long: PILEDRIVER ON THE FLOOR!! GOOD GOD!! Chris Saint might have PARALYZED him just now!!

Reed: Man, did you SEE the way Rowell flopped over?! Like a RAG DOLL!

Long: This thing has gotten INCREDIBLY brutal, Garret! Saint now grabbing Rowell by the head and tights, but it's hard to MOVE him... he's gone limp, like dead weight! Still, Chris Saint somehow managing to shove Rowell onto the apron and roll him under the bottom rope... and Saint slips in after him. This could be academic at this point, once Saint makes the cover -- which he does!

1!

2!

3--

[~WHOAAAA!~]

Long: KICKOUT BY ROWELL! How on EARTH did he pull that off?!

Reed: I have NO idea! It had to take whatever Rowell had left!

Long: That may be! Chris Saint can't BELIEVE it! But-- oh, he's not going to let THAT rest! Saint goes to the legs, starts to apply the sharpshooter! If he can't pin Rowell, he's gonna make him TAP-- NO! Rowell snakes an arm out and hooks Saint's head in mid-move! ROLLS HIM UP!

1!

2!

3--

Long: SAINT KICKS OUT! But only JUST! Rowell just about ended this thing with a small package out of the hold Saint was trying to put on! And Saint is IRATE!

[Shooting to his feet, Saint shouts a few choice words to Rowell on the canvas -- and then NAILS him with a low dropkick to the face. As Rowell flops over again, Saint storms over to the corner and quickly vaults himself to the top.]

Long: Chris Saint is perched like a bird of prey -- much like C.J. Rowell was earlier! Rowell slowly fighting up to his feet, as Saint precariously stands upright on the top turnbuckle, tensing to jump-- WHOA!

[~GROOOOAN!~]

Reed: OHHH, HARSH!

Long: Rowell with a DESPERATE move just now! He hurled himself into the ropes, knocking Saint off-balance -- and making him land in the WORST possible way on the top turnbuckle!

Reed: That's Rowell's finely-honed ring instincts at work, right there, George. It's no wonder the guy's still considered one of the top wrestlers in the WWA!

Long: You got THAT right. Saint is in a VERY bad position here, and Rowell sees it... he's making his way over, with a nasty grin on his face!

[Reaching the corner, Rowell climbs to the first rope... then the second rope... and then pulls Saint off the top and into a fireman's carry position.]

Long: Ohhh, this is gonna DO IT! ROWELL DELIVERS... THE ONE WAY ROOOOOAD!!

[~WHOAAAAA!~]

Long: NOOO!! SAINT SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT IN MID-AIR, GRABBING THE ARM!! ROWELL CAME DOWN FULL ON HIS SHOULDER AND FACE!!

Reed: HOW'D HE DO THAT?!

Long: HELL IF I KNOW-- AND SAINT LOCKS ON THE GRASP OF DEATH!! ROWELL'S IN A WORLD OF PAIN HERE!! ROWELL TRYING TO HOLD ON AS SAINT WRENCHES HARDER...

[~ROOOOOAAAAAR!~]

Long: --AND HE TAPS!!

[Ding, ding, ding!]

Reed: DAMN, what a finish!

[As soon as he hears the bell, Saint immediately releases his hold and all but flops to the canvas in an exhausted heap. Rowell, for his part, weakly rolls away, clutching at his neck with an excruciating look on his face.]

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission... CHRIS SAINT!!

[This is met with a LOUD reaction from the crowd. Saint slowly gets to his feet to have his hand raised by the referee.]

Long: There you have it, Garret -- the sole survivor of Team SWF is none other than Chris Saint, and he will now move on to the final round of Summer Games 5!

Reed: That's great and all, George... but my question is, after THIS match he just fought, is he going to have anything left for the final?

Long: Only time will tell...