BB: We're back, folks, and we're nowhere near done.
SB: Then can I go get
another hotdog...please? It's not like it's alcohol!
(The camera opens up on the backstage area. Gemini stands there in his
civilian clothes, chatting with a lawyer in the backstage area. A pair of technicians sit there taking part in the conversation.)
Gemini: Yeah, we're winding it up here. Between GXW and the indy commitments, we're just stretched too damn thin.
Lawyer: Well, that's a shame Mr.... uh... Gemini. But you did put that termination clause in that contract, so if you want I'll go put through the
paperwork and you can part ways with the CSWA on good terms.
Technician: That's too bad Gemini, I was looking forward to seeing you tear it up some more.
Gemini: Well, sorry man. We only really came into this league to do one thing... and Flair doesn't seem interested. Total Elimination seems to be totally invisible as far as we're concerned.
Technician: I woulda thunk Flair would have been all over that. You should go ask Ivy why he wasn't interested.
Gemini: Ivy's here?
Technician: I saw her in back. She was talking on he cell phone. I think she might have been talking to Flair.
Gemini: Really. Well... (looks at the lawyer) maybe we'll hold off on getting our papers just yet.
BB: Up next, it's Tsunami facing "The Trouble Shooter" Nathan
Storm. Tsunami's been called the Posterboy of Hardcore in the CSWA, while Storm
is a straight shooter.... so it should be an interesting match.
(CUE UP: "Tom Sawyer" by Rush)
BB: Here comes Tsunami. A former Unified World Champion; in fact, he
was the youngest man to hold the title at just 20 years old. But that was
almost eight years ago... and since then, he's been known primarily as a
legendary tag team specialist. The fans don't seem to care, though.
SB: Ungrateful goofs. They wouldn't know legendary if it smacked
'em in the face.
BB: Of course, it could have something to do with the fact that he put
his former long-time tag team partner through a table and allied himself with
SB: Still... they've got no taste.
(Tsunami walks down into the ring. Just as he turns around, Nathan Storm
kicks him from behind knocking him to the mat as the bell rings signaling the
start of the match. The fans cheer Storm as he lifts up Tsunami and whips him
into a turnbuckle.)
BB: Nathan Storm gaining the early advantage, but Tsunami grabs the ropes and
hops up on the turnbuckle. He kicks Storm in the head, reeling him back...
and now the Posterboy dives off the top, drilling Nathan Storm's head into the
mat with a swinging DDT!!! Early cover by Tsunami! ONE.........
TWO........... NO! Storm kicks out, and Tsunami slaps the mat in
SB: I'm telling you, Patrick Young's getting fired as a ref if I have
anything to say about it.
BB: Thankfully... you don't. Tsunami quickly races to the ropes.
He hits the second rope and launches off with a moonsault, but Storm rolls out
of the way! Tsunami hits the mat hard and is left clutching his chest in
pain. Storm kicks Tsunami in the head and then heads to the turnbuckle
himself! He's a big man... with seemingly no regard for his body! He
dives off the top with a splash, catching the reeling Tsunami hard! He
hooks the leg! ONE............ TW-, NO!! The fans aren't too happy
as Tsunami kicks out, and now it's Storm's turn to slap the mat in
frustration. Storm pulls the smaller man up and sends him into the ropes
again. Storm goes for a huge roundhouse, but Tsunami ducks the kick!
Tsunami grabs the back of Storm's head and drives him into the mat with a
neckbreaker! These guys are moving so quick, I can't even catch a breath.
SB: And in that breath, you missed the fact that Tsunami's going for
BB: ONE.......... TWO......... THR-- NO!!! Again, Tsunami slaps
his hands to the mat, giving the referee a long stare. He climbs the
turnbuckle once again. FROG SPLASH! He hit the Five-Star...and he's
going for the pin! ONE........ TWO......... THREE! NO! Storm
used his momentum to pull him over and reverse it! ONE........
TWO............ KICKOUT by Tsunami!
SB: He obviously pulled the tights. THAT'S CHEATING!
BB: Don't start that again. Tsunami's climbing to his feet, but
Storm bursts with energy and grabs him by the head. He runs up the
turnbuckle and drops Tsunami with a Tornado DDT, similar to what Tsunami did
SB: You know, that could really hurt somebody.
BB: Nice insight, Mr. Benson. Both men are winded, but Storm is able to
lay over Tsunami for the cover. ONE......... TWO........... THREE!!!
Nathan Storm gets the pinfall as both men lay in the middle of the ring,
dazed. Storm finally rolls to his feet, allowing Young to raise his arm in
victory. What a hard-fought match between these two...
SB: Yeah, yeah, Buckley. Is it time for Eddy Love yet?
DeVille vs. Shane Southern
BB: Not quite, but it is time for his
lackey. Up next, we'll see the Greensboro Champion, JJ DeVille, face Shane
Southern. Southern, the RIGHTFUL champion, was stripped of the belt by
Chad Merritt and Teri Melton a few weeks ago.
SB: Chad and Teri are GENIUSES!
(CUE UP: "Where the downboys go" by Winger)
BB: Here comes JJ DeVille, the erstwhile Greensboro Champion...
SB: I don't even know what that word means...but if you're making fun of JJ,
BB: JJ striding to the ring, as Manuel Juarez, the official referee in this
match, discusses something with Rhubarb Jones. Juarez...good grief,
Southern is SO screwed.
(CUE UP: "Aint Goin' Down" by Garth Brooks)
BB: Shane Southern looks ready tonight to dethrone the newly crowned
Greensboro Champion, and win his rightful belt back tonight!
SB: Southern is a sissy. He's gonna lose to the man whose hands are
registered as lethal weapons in 50 states and 2 protectorates!
(Southern slides into the ring, and DeVille is confused. Southern roundhouse
kicks DeVille, and the bell rings as Southern starts kicking him while he's
down. Juarez is yelling at Southern, threatening to DQ him, but Southern ignores
the ref and lifts up DeVille. He whips DeVille into the other turnbuckle, as JJ
offers virtually no resistance. Southern runs across the ring, and spears DeVille.)
BB: Southern dominating DeVille in this match. JJ is basically a
jobber and man-servant, after all
SB: HE'S NOT A JOBBER! HE'S THE CHAMP!
BB: Southern pulls DeVille up and quickly hiptosses him to the
mat. Southern hits the ropes, and as he comes back across...BIG LEGDROP on
the Greensboro Champion. Shane pulls JJ up one more time, sends him into
the ropes... belly-to-belly suplex and he hooks the leg! ONE.............
SB: NO! JJ KICKS OUT!
BB: This crowd is stunned! And so is Southern. But he pulls
JJ up by the hair, as Manny Juarez threatens to DQ him. Southern hooks
JJ's head under the arm... waves to the crowd, and rocks the mat with a powerful
DDT! DeVille is down...and he is STUNNED!
SB: GET UP JJ! COME ON!
BB: Cover! ONE.......... TWO......... NO!!! Shane Southern
had the match won, but he lifted JJ's head up! Apparently he's not done
SB: He oughta be DQed right now! Come on Manny, do your job!
BB: Southern leaves a woozy JJ standing in the middle of the
ring. He lifts a finger and does a spin for the fans..... SUPERKICK!
It's the Coup DeVille so to speak.
SB: That's the worse pun I've ever heard, Buckley.
BB: He covers! ONE........... TWO.......... THREE!!! SHANE
SOUTHERN wins his Greensboro Championship back!!! But he's not quite
done. He flips JJ over, hooks in a quarter-nelson and starts rubbing the
former champ's face into the mat. Juarez continues to call for the
bell. Southern releases JJ as he jaws as Juarez. JJ's very slow to
get to his feet.... but as he does.... SUPERKICK! SOUTHERN NAILS HIM
AGAIN! Juarez is still calling for the bell and meets in the corner with
ring announcer Rhubarb Jones.
RJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, the ruling of referee Manuel Juarez, your
winner by disqualification and STILL Greensboro Champion, JJ DEVILLE!
(The fans jump out of their seats as they boo the idiotic decision by
Juarez. Southern goes after Juarez as JJ rolls out of the ring and
staggers backstage, Greensboro Title in his hands. Southern leans over the
ropes yelling at the Greensboro Champ as he runs away.
BB: You've gotta be kidding me. What does Juarez think he's
SB: HAHA! JJ's the Champ, and there's nothing that New Orleans punk can do
BB: It's commercial time, fans. The Unified
Tag Team Titles are on the line next. Good grief, could somebody find out
when the next boat to Cuba's leaving?