Saturday, June 27th,
2020 | The Pechanga Arena | San Diego, California
Tony Schiavone, Nigel McGuinness, & Scott Steiner
- Ruby Riott def. Kid Kash via Pinfall w/
Riott Kick in 6:16
- Chris Jericho def. Cheeseburger via Pinfall w/
Judas Effect in 1:08
- Drew Parker def. Harry Smith via Pinfall w/
Chair Shot in 4:44
- Sasha Banks def. Kayden Carter via Submission
Bank Statement in 2:50
We fade up in the parking lot where we see a black limousine pull
into the shot. The live crowd cheers loudly with anticipation,
anxiously awaiting who this might be. The driver steps out and walks
toward the rear of the vehicle before opening the door and stepping
back. The anticipation turns to boos as Arn Anderson steps out in
jeans and a black polo shirt. He adjusts his glasses and looks
around before stepping aside. The next man out is Steve Corino, in
slacks and a white button-up shirt. He has a big smile on his face,
showing off his awful teeth. He rubs his hands together anxiously...
out next, the entire limousine shifts as "The Big Nasty" Paul Wight
climbs out behind them in black slacks and a black tank top that
says "BIG NASTY BASTARD" on the front. Corino looks up at him and
swallows hard. Just when you think the boos can't get any louder,
Chris Jericho is out next in a leather jacket, leather pants, a
fedora, and a scarf with the SGW Intercontinental Championship
around his waist. In one gloved hand, he has a bottle of the bubbly.
In the other gloved hand... he has ANOTHER bottle of the bubbly.
Clear the way, boys! The champ is HERE!
He pops the cork on one of the bottles and foam explodes outward,
narrowly missing Arn Anderson. Jake Hager exits the limousine after
him, and the limo driver shuts the door. Jericho takes a drink from
the bottle and gestures toward the rest of The Origin.
Look at us! Look at this collection of TALENT, baby! This is what
The Origin is SUPPOSED to be about! All of you guys did a great job
at Supremacy! I'm real proud of all of you!
Steve Corino glares at Chris Jericho, clearly suspicious of his
Especially me! Finally, there's someone worth a damn that's carrying
some gold around here! The oldest championship in SGW history and
it's MINE! ALL MINE-- HEY!
He snaps his fingers in the Big Nasty's face, getting his attention.
Pay attention, jerky! I'm tryin' to give you a compliment! It's
called team building! Something this joke of a group has never had
before I took over!
The Big Nasty looks down at his open palm and frowns.
[ The Big
Nasty ] I
could crush your head in my hand.
Hold up, Nasty-- can I call you Nasty?
Big Nasty opens his mouth to speak.
Actually, I don't care.
Corino points toward Jericho.
Since when did YOU take over?
I'm the Intercontinental Champion, Steve-o Corino! I brought the
gold home to The Origin! Somethin' you and Bay Bay Cole have failed
to do repeatedly! Besides, NO ONE has been screwed over more in SGW
than me! I should've been the leader to begin with!
[ The Big
You've been screwed over more than anybody else? You little punk. I
should be a two-time SGW World Heavyweight Champion right now!
The Big Nasty glares at Anderson.
[ The Big
But somebody had other plans!
Now, now, Paul... we discussed this.
Yeah, it's been DISCUSSED! Shut up, Big Show!
[ The Big
I'm the Big NASTY now, you shrimp! It's called a nostalgia act!
Well, it looks more like a BIG FAT STUPID ACT to me! YOU'RE OUTTA'
THE ORIGIN, PAL! HIT THE BRICKS!
You can't kick him out of The Origin! You're not in charge!
[ The Big
Nasty ] I
don't need you to defend me from HIM!
Arn Anderson steps between them, fuming.
That's enough, dammit! Supremacy was a big night for all of us! The
best night we've had in a while. God as my witness, we're stronger
than ever... and it's time to make a move to finish this thing and
take what belongs to us. Now is NOT the time to give in to in-fightin'
and petty squabbles.
We hear an enging revving off-camera. The members of the Origin all
turn and look as a white 2020 Lexus LC 500 drives into the shot. The
live crowd goes wild. The vehicles sits there for a moment before
the driver's side door opens up... and Adam Cole steps out in a
three piece suit with a big smile on his face. He walks around to
the other side and opens the passenger's side door. Britt Baker
steps out in a white pants suit. Cole and Baker approach the rest of
Hey, nice car asshat! Where'd you get it?
Cole puts his arm around Britt and shoots a smug look at Jericho.
Cole ] It
was a gift.
He looks at Arn Anderson.
Cole ] For
taking out Steve Austin at Supremacy.
Jericho looks from Anderson to Cole, furious.
Hey! Hold on a second, junior! Arn Anderson bought you a car for
taking out old, broken down Steve Austin!? You didn't even take him
out! You just won a stupid match! Big Lazy took him out!
[ The Big
Big Nasty stops and thinks about it for a second.
[ The Big
Nasty ] I
mean, Jericho's right but... HEY!
Cole ] No
one's taking anything away from The Big Nasty, and let me assure
you... he was well compensated for his service. But I was the guy
that got his hands dirty! I'm the guy that got it done in the ring!
How many of you have pinned "Stone Cold" Steve Austin?
He points at himself with his thumb.
Screw pinning Steve Austin!
He points at Big Nasty.
He KILLED HIM!
Don't you guys think it's weird that they never found his bod--
SHUT UP, STEVE-O!
I'm just sayin', they never found his--
He's dead! He went splat!
[ The Big
They couldn't find him because I threw him REALLY far.
It looked like he went straight down.
[ The Big
Nasty ] I
THREW HIM REALLY FAR!
Corino backs off.
That's enough, guys. I'm tired of all the bickering. We just had a
GREAT night at Supremacy. Chris Jericho got the Intercontinental
Championship... I beat Steve Austin... and the Big Nasty finished
him off. That's why we're the best in the business today... and
after I beat Bryan Danielson for the so-called REAL World
Championship tonight... heh... I'll step up and challenge whichever
old timer leaves the main event with the title I never should have
Yeah, real impressive. I still have the oldest title in SGW history!
And you know what they about titles with LONG LINEAGES, HUH!?
No one says anything about titles with long lineages.
Yeah, that's... that's not a thing.
Jericho looks at Britt Baker and winks.
She knows what I'm talkin' about!
Cole ] And
that title is like a week older than the world title.
Yeah, get over yourself. Jesus.
Before the discussion can go any further, Cathy Kelley walks into
the shot with a microphone in her hand. The live crowd cheers
Adam Cole! I'm sorry to interrupt--
Don't be sorry, Katie! Just don't do it! Hit the bricks!
Cole raises his hand, waving Jericho off.
It's all good. I got this.
Cathy looks at Jericho and sneers before continuing.
Adam, there's a rumor going around that you have a huge announcement
to make tonight... I was wondering if that was something you could
tell us about right now or...
Cole smiles and strokes his chin, thinking it over. He looks over
his shoulder at Anderson, and Anderson nods. Cole looks back at
Cathy with a sinister smile on his face.
Yeah, sure. I was gonna save this for my coronation after punking
out Bryan Danielson later tonight but... let's just do this thing.
Cole looks into the camera.
Ever since The Origin has come on the scene here in Solid Gold
Wrestling, we've made our mission statement clear. We're here to
honor the old guard of Solid Gold Wrestling while paving the road
toward the future. Along the way, we've collected our fair share of
championship gold... and we've left more than a few broken bodies in
Yeah, ask Elias and PAC how they're doin', eh?
Cole ] But
that's not enough. It's time to stop playing games. Gold is nice...
but control is better. What's that mean, you ask? We're tired of
beating down all the scrubs that the championship commitee keeps
putting in front of us. We want MORE! So... I hear that Solid Gold
Wrestling is getting ready to have a little draft for the upcoming
Body Count pay-per-view. There's gonna be a handful of elimination
Seven, I think.
Whatever. Seven, eleven, twenty-five... it doesn't matter! Let's add
one more to the schedule, but instead of whatever prize all THOSE
losers are going after, let's put up some real stakes. Let's put
The live crowd waits, anticipating what comes next.
Team SGW, captained by Val Venis... versus Team Origin, captained by
Hey! What kinda' shit is that!? I'm the Intercon--
Cole turns and gets right in Jericho's face.
Shut up, Jericho! I'm the leader of The Origin so I'm the team
captain! You knew I was the leader when you signed on the dotted
Anderson gets between them.
Gentlemen... the message.
Cole and Jericho stare each other down. Jericho huffs and turns his
back to the camera, taking another drink from his bottle. Adam Cole
is red in the face. He looks back into the camera.
Team SGW... versus Team Origin in the MAIN EVENT... five on five
elimination match. If Team SGW wins, The Origin will disband
forever... but if we win...
Cole ] If
we win, Arn Anderson gets one hundred percent control of Solid Gold
Wrestling, and the Championship Committee becomes extinct like the
dinosaurs they are!
The fans erupt in boos. Adam Cole gestures toward the rest of the
Come on. Let's get this party started. We got history to make.
Adam Cole walks away with Britt Baker on his arm. Arn Anderson, The
Big Nasty, and Steve Corino follow him. Cathy Kelley is left
standing with the silent Hager and fuming mad Jericho. She takes a
step toward Jericho.
Um, Chris? Can I ask you--
No autographs, you ignorant slut.
Jericho storms off. Hager looks down at Cathy and shakes his head.
Hager follows him, leaving Cathy standing there with an angry look
on her face.
Inside the office of
the Championship Committee, Edge and Christian stand in front of a
large group of SGW competitors. Dolph Ziggler, Team Tremendous,
Chris Dickinson, Becky Lynch, Kevin Nash, the V.E.N.O.M. collective,
Jinny, Charlotte Flair, Christopher Daniels, Cody Rhodes, Keith Lee,
Nick Aldis, Rhea Ripley, and Colt Cabana are scattered in front of
them. Some are seated, some are propped against the wall, and others
are talking among themselves.
Christian ] Alright ladies and gentlemen, you probably know why
you’re all here, but in case you don’t, let me be the first to tell
Christian clears his throat and adjusts his posture, standing up
straighter than before.
Christian ] You’re all fired.
A few gasps are heard and then some grumbling from others. Edge
closes his eyes and sighs.
Christian ] It was a tough decision for some. For others, it was a
long time coming.
Christian Daniels ] Which one of those categories do I fall under?
Christian shakes his head.
Christian ] Don’t ask a question you don’t really want the answer
Cabana ] Do I still have my job on Shock?
Christian ] Colt, without you, Shock doesn’t exist.
Cabana ] Alright, cool beans.
Colt stands up and gathers his things, including a gallon of hand
sanitizer and a party bag of potato chips. He steps around V.E.N.O.M.
and exits the room.
Christian ] ..And he’s gone.
] Well, you did just fire him.
Christian ] It was a joke!
Becky Lynch raises her hand.
Lynch ] So, we’re not all fired?
Edge rubs his forehead and runs his hands through his hair.
] Christian is just an idiot.
Christian ] I was trying to lighten the mood!
Carr ] By firing us?
Barry ] Not cool, man.
Edge waves them off and shakes his head as Christian is oblivious to
what’s going on.
] Anyway, gang, here’s the deal. Our next quarterly
pay-per-view is entitled Body Count. You have all been gathered, not
to be fired, but to represent as team captains in a series of
survivor-style matches. There’s a tag team survivor, eight men’s
matches, and four women’s matches. The survivors of each winning
team will go on to the Body Count match at the end of the show.
Women in the women’s, men in the men’s.
Ziggler cups his mouth and sarcastically yells.
[ Dolph Ziggler ] LAME!
Christian ] Hey! I’ll fire you for real! All of you!
He takes it back.
Christian ] No. I take it back. The severance packages alone would
] Can I finish?
Edge shakes his head.
] All survivors will be in the two Body Count matches at the
end of the night. The prize for winning the Body Count matches? Now,
that’s where things get interesting. Inside this room are two people
who could throw things into a bit of a tizzy between now and then. Jinny and Kevin Nash.
Nash gets nudged by Keith Lee, who appears to be asleep in his
chair. Slumped over, drooling, no cares in the world right now.
Lee ] They’re talking about you, man.
Nash ] Huh, what?
He rubs his eyes and looks around.
Nash ] Oh, this is still going on?
[ Jinny ] I know that I’m important, but what do you mean?
] You both have matches tonight for the World Championships
of your respected divisions. If the SGW World and SGW Women’s
Champions win their survivor matches and make it to Body Count, then
their titles will BE ON THE LINE in the matches, allowing the
ultimate Body Count winners to leave as SGW Women’s and SGW World
[ Jinny ] EXCUSE ME?!
Rhodes ] And what if Kevin doesn’t become World Champion
Nash ] Who are you to doubt Big Sexy?
[ Christian Michael Jakobi ] It’s a good question.
Nash looks to his left and his right in shock.
Nash ] Damn. Ye of little faith.
] Good question. If Val Venis retains and stays champion
through Body Count or any champion involved doesn’t make it to the
actual Body Count match itself, then the winner of the two Body
Count matches becomes the number one contenders to the
championships, getting his and her matches at 12 Large.
Rhea Ripley turns to Jinny.
Ripley ] You survive Io tonight, then you're dead meat at Body
Charlotte chimes in.
Charlotte Flair ] I’m going to draft a team that secures me a spot
in Body Count, and I will see that your reign ENDS!
The ever-defiant Jinny clutches her title on her right shoulder and
looks at her two future challengers.
[ Jinny ] Bring it on, bitches.
Chris Dickinson, Golden Idol staff in hand, raises his free hand.
Christian ] Yeah, Mojo Rawley.
] That’s not Mojo.
Edge looks beyond frustrated.
] What makes you think we would ever hire Mojo Rawley?
Christian ] We have Ice Cream Men as former Tag Team Champions.
Anything is possible here.
Dickinson ] I ain’t fuckin’ Mojo.
] Chris, good to see you thriving on Shock.
Christian snaps his fingers.
Christian ] Yeah, I forget about Shock.
He shrugs nonchalantly.
Christian ] I’m usually asleep when all of that is going on.
] Alright, anyway.. Chris, you have a question?
Dickinson ] So, outta’ all these fuckin’ captains here, why
in the fuck is Nick Aldis and his fake title one? He ain’t been here
Aldis puffs his chest out and holds the black silk bag firmly
underneath his arm.
[ Nick Aldis ] Says the man holding a ridiculous walking stick.
Dickinson ] Walkin’ stick?! I’ll walkin’ stick this thing up
Aldis sticks his nose in the air, uninterested.
[ Nick Aldis ] I’m selected as a captain because, unlike you, I can
offer respectability to this affair.
] Now’s not the time to fight. Anyone who wants to can go to
Shock next weekend or work it out outside of our office.
Christian ] Yeah, this is a serious meeting and it deserves to be
treated with such.
Edge rolls his eyes.
] Says the man who fake-fired fourteen people a few minutes
He looks to the captains.
] This is a first-of-its-kind match in SGW history. It’s a
huge opportunity for the entire company to get involved, work
together, and potentially shake things up. Body Count’s going to be
huge, guys. We’ll be contacting you all to draft your teams and
finalize the card as soon as possible.
He sternly finishes.
] Opportunities like these to have a free shot at the World
Champion are few and far between. Take advantage of it.
Edge looks at the captains as Christian speaks up.
Christian ] And, uh yeah, if you guys happen to see Cabana, maybe
tell him about all of this.
He forces an awkward smile.
Christian ] And that he’s not fired…
The group of captains begin stirring with some going their own ways
and others mingling in conversation. Immediately, draft strategies
are being put together and, for Kevin Nash and Jinny, the stakes of
their title matches later on tonight have been dramatically raised
knowing what lies ahead for them if they come out victorious.
Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 60:00
Io Shirai and Jinny
stand on either side of Aubrey Edwards as she holds up the SGW
Women's World Championship. She passes the title off to Kayla
Braxton and then calls for the bell. The fans are on their feet,
buzzing with anticipation.
As I look at these two women, fella's, three words come to mind!
BIG! FIGHT! FEEL!
You're not kiddin', Tony. Io Shirai made her debut back at No Peace
in Brooklyn, and you could say that these two ladies have been on a
collision course ever since!
Both women return to their corners, their eyes never leaving the
other. They begin to circle one another before they go for a lock-up
in the middle of the ring... but Jinny ducks under it and catches Io
with a go-behind! Jinny struggles to take Io down, but Io throws
elbows back into the sides of Jinny's head, rattling her and causing
her to let go of Io's waist! Io immediately runs to the ropes and
Jinny follows her in! Io leaps onto the middle rope... only for
Jinny to leap up behind her and GERMAN SUPLEX HER OFF THE MIDDLE
ROPE! Io lands all on her head and neck!
That's why she's the bloody champion!
Jinny immediately scrambles over and rolls Io over on her back! She
covers! ONE! TWO! IO BRIDGES OUT! Jinny mounts Io and grabs a
handful of hair. Keeping her in position, Jinny begins drilling Io
with forearms right to the head! Jinny stands up, maintaining her
grip on Io's hair. She pulls her back to her feet and draws her
in... for a snap suplex! Jinny remains in a seated position and then
slaps Io hard in the stomach, leaving a large red hand print. Io
rolls over and Jinny stays on her, grabbing two handfuls of hair and
rag dolling her across the ring with a violent hair whip! Io comes
up in a seated position as Jinny charges off the ropes... and drills
her right in the face with a running knee! Jinny pulls Io back to
her feet and snatches her wrist... ACID RAINMAKERRRRRRRRRRRR-- NO!
IO DUCKS IT! Io executes a go behind and plants Jinny with a GERMAN
Look at that! She's not letting go!
Io rolls straight through and dead lifts Jinny, carrying her with
her feet dangling a few inches off the mat! She rotates... and
plants Jinny with a SECOND GERMAN SUPLEX! And then rolls through,
hoisting Jinny up for a third time... FOR A THIRD GERMAN SUPLEX! She
bridges this one and Aubrey counts! ONE! TWO! JINNY KICKS OUT! Io
sits up, breathing heavily. She slowly returns to her feet as Jinny
does the same. Io immediately nails Jinny with a big forearm! Jinny
returns with one of her own! They trade forearm strikes back and
forth until Io comes out of nowhere with a BIG UPPERCUT! Jinny
staggers back and Io turns to run the ropes! She charges back at
Jinny but Jinny meets her halfway with a clothesline... but Io
executes a HANDSPRING EVASION before leaping onto the middle rope
and wiping out Jinny with an ASAI MOONSAULT!
I can't keep up with this shit!
This is the most important match in either of these women's careers!
Jinny has everything to lose while Io Shirai has everything to gain!
A loss here for either of them would be devastating!
Io Shirai rolls right back to her feet and points at the
turnbuckles. The fans pop huge and Io stomps on Jinny's stomach on
her way to the turnbuckle! Io leaps onto the top and flies...
MOONSAULT! SHE HIT IT! Io covers! ONE! TWO! THR-- NO! ALIYAH AND
VANESSA BORNE PULLED JINNY FROM BENEATH IO! The fans erupt in boos!
Those heinous Highers! They weren't there for Jinny at Supremacy but
they're damn sure here now!
Aliyah and Vanessa dust Jinny off and pet her hair, telling her how
good she looks... until Io flies off the top rope, wiping out all
three of them with a MOONSAULT! Everyone is down! Io Shirai fights
back to her feet. Vanessa is up behind her but Io immediately knocks
her down with a big forearm! Aliyah sits up and instantly gets
knocked down with a RUNNING METEORA! But as soon as she lands it,
Jinny boots her right in the side of the head! Io falls over and
Jinny kicks Aliyah in the side, shouting "GET OUT OF THE WAY, TWAT!"
before grabbing two handfuls of Io's hair and running her head first
into the rail! Io falls back against the rail, propped up by both
arms. Jinny begins wailing away on Io's head with forearms before
dumping her backward over the rail and into the front row! Jinny
grabs Io by the hair and pulls her up. She lifts her up in a suplex
position and then nails her with a DRAPING SPINNING NECKBREAKER ON
Oh no! Oh my! That's gotta be it!
Jinny is ruthless, gentlemen. She will stop at nothing to retain her
championship. For one hundred and sixty-nine days, Jinny has been
the champion! The longest reigning champion of ANY KIND, male or
female in the HISTORY of this company!
I don't like 'er... but she don't make a habit of layin' down for
ANYBODY! Reminds me of somebody else! ME! The Big Bad... Booty
Never pinned! Never defeated! Jinny!
She's so hot right now!
Jinny sits up, looking out of her mind. She pulls Io back to her
feet... and nails her with the ACID RAINMAKER ON THE FLOOR! Jinny
immediately scrambles back to her feet and drags Io toward the
apron! She tries to lift her up onto the apron but can't get her
positioned correctly. She turns and looks at the Highers. "CUNTS!
HELP ME!" But they're both out of it! Finally, Shayna Baszler
charges down and the fans erupt in boos! Baszler helps Jinny toss Io
under the bottom rope. Jinny follows her in!
This is it... this has to be it!
Io slowly tries to stand... and Jinny comes out of nowhere with THE
TOUCH OF COUTURE! The impact sends Io tumbling toward the ropes!
Jinny falls on top of her and covers, staring up at the lights!
Aubrey slides into position! ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER & STILL CHAMPION
7:48 via Pinfall
The fans erupt in
boos! Shayna Baszler slides into the ring with the SGW Women's World
Championship and pushes it into Jinny's arms. Shayna helps Jinny to
her feet. Jinny is smiling evilly as she raises the championship in
I can't believe it! She... she did it again!
Anything is possible wit' a little help from your friends, Tony!
Jinny has gotten away with so much! She's spent the last month
running down the dearly departed Hana Kimura, and all of Joshi
wrestling! This loss is... well, it's devastating!
As Jinny celebrates, Aubrey notices something... she sees Io
Shirai's foot is resting on the bottom rope! Aubrey covers her
mouth, surprised! She wanders over to the ropes and motions for
Kayla Braxton to come closer. Aubrey whispers something into Kayla's
ear and Kayla smiles before raising her microphone.
Ladies and gentlemen, referee Aubrey Edwards has just informed me
that Io Shirai's foot was on the bottom rope... and so this match...
The fans pop huge! Jinny looks mortified by this news! Aubrey
Edwards yanks the title out of Jinny's hands and gives it back to
Braxton! Edwards calls for the bell to restart the match! Shayna
tries to assure Jinny, shouting "YOU GOT THIS! YOU GOT THIS!" but
Shayna is silenced when Io Shirai cartwheels in behind her and then
plants her with a GERMAN SUPLEX! Shayna Baszler rolls out of the
ring and Jinny immediately dives onto Io, nailing her in the back
with forearms as the fans become RED HOT!
It's not ova' til it's ova', gentlemen!
She's already back on her! Come on, Io!
Jinny lays the shots in, beating Io down to her knees! Io rises up
out of nowhere, nailing Jinny with a brutal palmstrike uppercut!
Jinny staggers back... but then nails Io with a knee lift to the
mid-section! Jinny pulls Io in and goes for it... ACID RAINMAKER!
NO! IO EXECUTES A GO-BEHIND... HALF-NELSON SUPLEX! Jinny lands all
on her head and neck! Io rolls right back to her feet and charges
toward the ropes... WIPING SHAYNA BASZLER OUT WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!
Both women crash hard into the guardrail! Io is back up immediately
and leaps onto the apron before climbing the to the top rope! SHE
FLIES! FLYING BODY PRESS ON BOTH HIGHERS!
She's firing on all cylinders!
Io rises to her feet and slides under the bottom rope! Jinny charges
at her with a clothesline and Io ducks it! She catches Jinny on the
turnaround with a SPEAR! Jinny goes down but as soon as she lands,
Io comes out of nowhere with the IO GALAXY METEOR! Io sits up on her
knees and points at the turnbuckle! The fans go wild! She runs and
leaps onto the middle rope... MOONSAULT! She rolls right back to her
feet and runs... leaping straight onto the top rope... A SECOND
MOONSAULT! Io covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER & NEW CHAMPION
10:09 via Pinfall
The roof blows off
as Io rolls off of Jinny! Aubrey Edwards hands her the championship.
The fans are going nuts as Io looks down at title in disbelief. Io
stands and Aubrey raises her hand in victory.
I'm speechless! She's done it!
Yes, she has! She's done what no one else has been able to do since
bloody January! Six months of terror has finally come to an end!
What a god damn fight!
Jinny, however, has nothing to be ashamed of! One hundred and
sixty-nine days as champion! A feat that no man or woman before her
has ever matched!
Shayna Baszler pulls Jinny out of the ring and throws her over her
shoulder like a sack of potatoes, walking her to the back. One fan
throws a cafeteria size carton of milk at them, which splatters all
over Shayna, causing her to almost drop Jinny while she rages at the
guilty fan. The Highers stagger behind them, disheveled.
It will be very interesting to see where Jinny goes from here!
Back in the ring, Aubrey straps the title around Io Shirai's waist.
Io drops to her knees and pats the center plate before pointing up
to the sky. The fans are loudly chanting "THANK YOU, IO!" as the
camera zooms in and we begin to fade out.
A close-up of Lance
Archer’s eyes fills the screen as the calm, cool voice of Jake “the
Snake” Roberts begins speaking.
The stigma of failure is one that’s hard to shake. Men have let a
stumble turn into a slide, and a slide turn into a tumble, a tumble
into a fall…but make no mistake…this man…
The camera zooms out slightly as Roberts continues, showing that
Archer is seated in a dark room backstage.
The Murderhawk…is not shaken. The Murderhawk has not slid. He has
not tumbled, nor fallen. The Murderhawk didn’t even take his eyes
off the prize, man! He was knocked from the ring and in that time,
allowed another man to capitalize on his work.
Now zoomed out to show Jake standing above a seated Archer, the
camera holds firm as Roberts changes ears, speaking almost directly
into the Murderhawk’s brain.
Never again. You see, Ethan Carter, you’re a man of great wealth and
privilege. The Murderhawk is, as well. Lance Archer is rich in
murderous intent…and privileged to be able to act upon said
intentions tonight. Unfortunately, Ethan, you are set to stand
across the ring from the Murderhawk as he shows the world that there
are no stigmas of failure attached to him…only stigmas of pain.
Ethan Carter, consider this your final warning. Your body will be
broken when Lance Archer finishes his business tonight. You, Ethan
Carter, shouldn’t bother testing Lance Archer when I tell you that
he is a test you will surely…miserably…fail.
Roberts looks at the camera and lifts an eyebrow.
Archer stands and the duo walk out of the dark room as we cut away.
Dax Harwood is
putting the finishing touches on his wrist tape as Cash Wheeler is
lacing up his right boot. They look focused going into their SGW
You ready to rock n’ roll tonight, Cash?
You know it, brother.
This has been a long time comin'.
Brian Cage and Sammy Guevara come into the room and Sammy’s
energetic tone changes the landscape immediately.
Yo! Big Cage! Look at what we have here. It’s our partners tonight!
Brian Cage doesn’t look impressed. FTR continue getting ready,
paying them no mind.
Fellas, it’s time for a strategy session! Let’s get this over with.
FTR continues minding their own business.
Look at ‘em, man. Not even wanting to acknowledge that we’re here.
You two need to show us some respect as the LEADERS of this team
Sammy grabs Cash by the chin and raises it up to force eye contact.
Pay attention to us!
Wheeler snatches Sammy’s wrist and twists it as he stands up. Dax
walks over and grabs Sammy by the cheeks, smushing them together.
His eyes bug out of his head as Cash sternly delivers a warning.
Touch me again, son.
Brian Cage steps in and pops his pecs until FTR releases the grips
on Sammy. Sammy dusts himself off and stands safely behind Cage.
Here's the deal. You two are going to get carried to victory by us
tonight. So you’re going to simply stand on that apron and WATCH us
go to work.
Cage looks to Dax and Cash.
How’s that for a strategy session?
Cage ] You
Oh, we hear you big man.
Loud and clear.
Sammy pokes his head from around Cage’s broad shoulders.
Good. ‘Cause we’re the next champs around here, so you two need to
watch and learn how it’s really done! Y’all some tag team
professionals? Psh! Watch and learn, son! You should be THANKING us
for carrying you bums to victory!
Cage ] See
you out there.
Cage and Guevara turn and leave. Cash looks to Dax and rolls his
Well, this is going to go well.
We just have to remember why we’re here, because teams like them are
a dime’a dozen, Cash. Money talks and b.s. walks, and I plan on
makin’ a LOT of money tonight.
The scene fades.
Rick Knox | Time Limit - 30:00
collar-and-elbow tie-up kicks off this contest of large men and
after a moment of testing the other, both men release their hold and
begin throwing punches instead!
See, this is why it’s crucial to be well rounded! You wouldn’t have
needed to go to punches if you can outwrestle everyone in your way!
Carter ducks an Archer punch and pulls his ankles, knocking him to
the canvas on his stomach and quickly applies a side headlock, but
Archer is still full of energy and lifts, doing his best to suplex
EC3 over his head, but the Top Man shifts his weight and drags
Archer back down, keeping the hold wrapped firmly on his head. Rick
Knox checks the grip and it’s clean, but Archer uses the brief
distraction to shoot EC3 off the ropes and connects with a huge boot
to the face!
Wow, what a boot! Ethan Carter took that one flush to the face!
On the floor, John Bradshaw Layfield, EC3’s advisor, begins
instructing his protégé on what to do next as Archer approaches
slowly, stalking his prey. Across the ring, Jake ‘the Snake’ Roberts
isn’t giving Archer any instructions, only watching carefully as
‘the Murderhawk’ does his business at his own pace. Archer stomps
down on Carter’s back, then again to the pectoral region as EC3
rolls over in pain.
It certainly seems that Archer’s got a firm grip on this match – and
that’s got to be delightful to Jake Roberts.
Roberts ain’t delighted by shit – but he’s wicked as all hell, and
you know that evil bastard loves watchin’ Archer beat the hell outta
people! This Carter guy’d better get some shit goin’ quick!
Archer lifts Carter by his curly hair and delivers a stiff European
Uppercut, leaving Carter in the corner and slowly circling the ring
before charging in – into nothing but turnbuckles! Archer’s sternum
takes the impact bluntly and EC3 is already rolling, soaring through
the air with a Stinger Splash, turning Archer around in the ring! He
steps back and runs again, leaping up with another Stinger Splash!
Archer stumbles out of the corner and Carter lifts him onto his
WHOA! This could be the TK3, that dangerous Fireman’s Carry
Archer slides off of Carter’s back and grips his opponent by the
throat, lifting him high into the air before slamming him down with
THAT’S THE GOOD SHIT!
Looking through fury-filled, narrowed eyes, Archer glares at Carter
before lifting him from the mat and charging into the ropes!
Archer seems to have the killer instinct kicking in, here!
Archer’s eyes are wide as he hits the near-side ropes and CLEANS
EC3’s CLOCK with a clothesline!
YES! KEEP IT UP!
With Roberts hissing encouragement, Archer removes his elbow pad and
prepares himself, lifting Carter from the mat and hurling him into
the ropes before cocking his arm for another huge lariat!
TAKE HIS HEAD OFF!
Oh, man, this is gonna hurt!
Carter ducks the lariat and continues running, hitting the ropes and
LARIAT!! That’s the Clothesline from Hell!
EC3 scoops Archer from the mat and applies a headlock before quickly
dropping to his chest and driving the Murderhawk head-first into the
canvas with the One Percenter! Carter hooks the legs and Knox is in
position – ONE! TWO! THREE!
4:44 via Pinfall
“Trouble” hits the
speakers as Carter releases the pinfall and rolls from the ring,
where John Bradshaw Layfield congratulates him with a big pat to the
An impressive victory here for Ethan Carter the Third, what a mighty
lariat that was!
Well, Nigel, you would certainly know, best buddy! John Bradshaw
Layfield’s passed along what appears to be a few secrets to success
along to Carter, let’s see if he continues to utilize them in his
time in Solid Gold Wrestling.
EC3 and JBL reach the stage, where they lift their hands in victory
before we cut to the ring, where Lance Archer is crawling from the
ring, rejoining Jake Roberts on the floor.
This Archer bastard has all the tools to whip major ass in SGW –
what the hell’s wrong with him?!
I don’t think anything is WRONG, Scott – it seems like his killer
instinct may be something opponents are exploiting, though! Carter
realize the lariat was coming and evaded the attack.
Well, I’m fine with him losing, because Archer and Roberts are both
scary individuals! I’m admittedly not the biggest fan of JBL,
either, but either way, EC3 – Ethan Carter’s picked up the win
We fade away.
We can still hear
the live crowd buzzing with excitement, following the previous
match. We head backstage where we see Io Shirai sitting down with
her back to the wall and the SGW Women's World Championship resting
in her lap. The fans cheer loudly upon this sight. She places her
hand on the center plate and gives it a gentle pat.
Ladies and gentlemen, there she is. The woman who ended Jinny's
reign of terror. The longest singles championship reign in SGW
history, brought to a thrilling and fitting conclusion... by TENKU
NO GENIUS, Io Shirai!
The door to the room opens up and AZM and Starlight Kid enter the
room, looking excited. They both rush over and kneel in front of
her, admiring the championship belt in front of them. Io smiles.
[ Starlight Kid
] < IO-SAN, CONGRATULATIONS!
[ AZM ] <
As soon as I heard you would receive a
title shot, I knew that you would win, Io-san. Thank you for coming
back. This company is much better for having you here.
Shirai stands up and places the championship on her shoulder. She
gestures for AZM and Starlight Kid to stand up. They do and Io looks
from one to the other.
[ Io Shirai
] < Your congratulations mean so much
to me. I am very happy to stand here as the new champion... but I
have already won. Victory is mine, as I knew it would be. You two
have a very important match tonight. >
Starlight and AZM look at each other and then back at Io.
[ Io Shirai
] < You would do well to prepare.
Defeat your opponents... and then go on to become new SGW Twinstar
Champions... and become a number one tag team.
Starlight and AZM nod. Shirai points toward the door.
[ Io Shirai
] Star-uh Right Kiddo...
< Leave us, please.
Starlight looks confused but nods and leaves the room, closing the
door behind her. AZM looks at Io but Io watches the door until it is
shut. She finally turns to look at AZM.
[ Io Shirai
] < You must work hard to teach her.
She is not like us, AZM-chan. She is not Queen's Quest... but she
could be. Guide her, show her the way.
] < She is weak and stupid.
[ Io Shirai
] < Show her the way.
[ AZM ] <
Without another word, AZM leaves the room where Starlight Kid is
waiting, a nervous look on her face. AZM and Starlight walk away,
the door shutting behind them. The camera turns to focus on Io
Shirai and zooms in slowly as we fade out.
Paul Turner | Time Limit - 30:00
The fans are on
their feet, highly anticipating this match which features the debut
of Ember Moon. Ember and Candice circle one another for a moment
before locking up in the center of the ring. They struggle for
position before Candice suddenly takes over with a headlock. Ember
is ready for it, backing Candice into the ropes and shooting her
off! Ember goes for a clothesline on the returning Candice but
Candice ducks it! Ember turns right around into an ASAI MOONSAULT
from the opposite side of the ring!
What a move!
She caught the debuting Ember Moon off guard, for sure!
Candice is up quickly, pointing at the turnbuckles. The fans cheer
as Candice begins to climb but as she perches on the top rope, Ember
kips up and charges, leaping onto the corner and SUPERPLEXING
Candice straight to the mat! Ember is back up quickly, glaring down
at Candice with fire in her eyes! Candice slowly gets back to her
feet and Ember instantly super kicks her right in the stomach,
doubing her over. Ember pulls Candice in and hoists her up... for a
JACKHAMMER SLAM! However, as soon as she plants her, the fans offer
up a strong mixed reaction. Ember looks confused and turns to the
ramp... only to see CHARLOTTE FLAIR standing on the stage in her
full gear and robe, hands on her hips.
What is Charlotte Flair doing here?!
We haven't seen Charlotte since WrestleBrawl 3, when she was screwed
out of her WrestleBrawl moment by Gionna Daddio and her cronies!
That's just like a no-good Flair! Get that ass beat, then crawl
under a rock and hide 'til the one that did it goes away! She should
send Nia Jax a fuckin' thank you card!
Ember Moon looks confused by the presence of Flair but then turns to
go back to work on Candice... only to have Candice swing her leg
around and boot her right in the chin! Ember goes down and Candice
flies back to her feet. Ember returns to a seated position as
Candice comes off the ropes... RUNNING METEORA! Candice is right
back to her feet, motioning for Ember Moon to get up! Ember slowly
stands and Candice charges... clothesline! Ember's back up! Another
clothesline! Ember's up again... SINGLE LEG DROP KICK! Ember rolls
out to the floor, checking her lip for blood... and Candice takes
her down with a SUICIDE DIVE!
This match is heating up!
I'm not sure what Charlotte Flair is doin' out 'ere, gentlemen, but
I believe her presence has certainly caused Candice LeRae to step up
her game in the last few moments!
Candice is up and snatches Ember off the mat by her hair. She throws
her under the bottom rope and follows her in. She waits on Ember to
stand up. Ember slowly stands with her back to Candice and Candice
approaches from the back... BALLS PLEX! NO! Ember manages to block
it and throws an elbow back, knocking Candice back a step! Ember
super kicks Candice in the stomach and then runs to the ropes...
SPRINGBOARD ECLIPSE! The fans pop huge!
WHAT A MOVE!
Ember covers Candice and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE!
5:02 via Pinfall
Ember Moon rolls out
of the ring and walks up the ramp with purpose, approaching
Charlotte Flair. Flair simply stares down at Ember Moon with a
confident smile on her face. As Ember approaches, she points at
Flair and raises her voice.
Moon ] Did
you like that?!
She points toward the ring where Paul Turner is helping Candice to
There's plenty more where that came from!
They almost get nose to nose.
Ember walks past Charlotte and disappears behind the curtain.
Charlotte stands there for a moment, looking completely unbothered
by what just occurred. The fans are cheering loudly. The camera
focuses on Charlotte as we fade out.
We get a close up
shot of Ethan Carter III’s face, he’s smirking and looking off
screen as we fade out and show he is standing with none other than
Queen Cathy Kelley, who is smiling to the camera.
Hello everyone at home, I’m standing by with a man who is fresh off
a victory tonight in San Diego – Ethan Carter the Third!
EC3 smirks, shrugging, and crosses his arms.
] Well, Cathy, thank you for your time.
Likewise! I’m curious, Ethan, if you could share your thoughts on
the upcoming Body Count show and what the ramifications of the event
could be for your career in Solid Gold Wrestling?
EC3 nods, stroking his chin before flexing his massive biceps.
] Cathy, when you’re Ethan Carter the
Carter releases the flex and re-crosses his arms coolly.
] ...things naturally tend to revolve
around you, you know? I mean, I think, scientifically, at least, we
can attribute that to my toned and sculpted frame, which has a high
gravitational pull. But more appropriately for your inquiry, it’s
because I’m a winner. It’s why a former champion, John Bradshaw
Layfield has invested in my career. It’s why I won my match earlier
tonight, and you know what, sweet Queen Cathy?
Cathy tilts her head, curious.
] It’s why I’m SURE…to be a number one
draft pick for Body Count.
] Number one pick?! You?!
The camera zooms out to see The Miz approaching, a flat smile
stretched across his face. He’s wearing a Yves St. Laurent entrance
jacket with dozens of tiny mirrors across it and is glowing under
the stage lights of the interview set.
[ The Miz
] You’ll have to forgive me for being
so…uncouth, but…I…the most must-see superstar in Solid Gold
Wrestling…will CLEARLY be picked first. And Cathy, allow me to
answer your unasked question – tonight, after I defeat AJ Styles,
everyone watching will know…that I’m the MOST PHENOMENAL CHOICE…to
be the number one draft pick!
Miz nods confidently as San Diego chuckle and react to his claims.
Cathy leans in gently and responds.
Pardon me, Miz, but –
[ The Miz
] An autograph, Cathy? Reeeeallly?
Miz laughs to himself.
[ The Miz
] You know, Cath’, I don’t care, but I
wish you’d have waited ‘til the cameras were off!
Cathy smiles politely.
Actually, Miz, your match tonight is against AJ Gray, not AJ Styles.
Miz’ smirk flattens immediately and his eyebrows furrow.
[ The Miz
Cathy replies calmly.
Kelley ] …AJ
[ The Miz
] WHO?! WHO IS THAT?! I…AM THE MIZ!
I’LL FACE AJ STYLES, NOT SOME NOBODY LOSER NAMED AJ GRAY! I NEED YOU
TO LET SOMEONE KNOW THAT MY MATCH IS BEING CHANGED AND THAT I’LL BE
FACING AJ STYLES INSTEA—
[ The Rock
] WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA NOW, MIZ!
Rock comes sliding into the frame, gripping his belt buckle, eyebrow
cocked high already and San Diego may as well be ground zero for the
massive explosion of cheers he receives. Cathy Kelley grins
ear-to-ear and EC3 throws his hands out wide as he’s pissed more
people are interrupting his interview segment. Rock notices Cathy
Kelley standing with the microphone and smiles broadly, greeting
[ The Rock
] Queen Cathy! The Rock is glad to see
you and has a very important question to ask you, Cathy Kelley!
Same to you, Rock, it’s great to see you! What can I do for you?
[ The Rock
] Answer the Rock’s question, mama!
And what’s that, Rock?
The Rock leans his head back, smelling that which he is cooking, and
slowly lowers his mouth to the microphone and bellows:
[ The Rock
] WHEEERRRRRRRRRRE’S SCOTT?!
Another catastrophic eruption of cheers from San Diego.
[ The Rock
] Nonononononononononononononono NO!
San DEEE-AYYYY-GO, The Rock says NO! The Rock wants to know, Queen
Cathy, WHERE – IS – SCOTT?!
Cathy is beaming radiantly and replies coolly.
I’m not sure, Rock, I imagine he’s back here someplace, but I have
to ask – why?
The Rock grins, looking Cathy up and down before noticing EC3 giving
him a nasty side eye.
[ The Rock
] The Rock must know, son, what is your
] Shocked you don’t know me, Dwayne,
but my name is Etha—
[ The Rock
] IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!
You know the drill. San Diego is on fire.
[ The Rock
] The Rock says this, The Rock says
that you, Jheri Curl Juice Monkey, WILL IN FACT – NOT BE THE NUMBER
ONE DRAFT PICK! The Rock also says that he wants all the fans here
in SAINT DEEE-AY-GOOOO to chant Jheri Curl Juice Monkey at this
creature, so he does not forget his name – chant now!
JHERI CURL JUICE MONKEY
JHERI CURL JUICE MONKEY
JHERI CURL JUICE MONKEY
Carter seethes as Rock turns his
attention to the Miz, who has a bemused smile on his face.
[ The Rock
] Whatcha’ smilin’ at, Sunshine? Just
got word that they’ll make another sequel to your garbage factory
movie series? No?! What’s, your wife decided she’ll let ya sleep in
the big boy bed instead of curled up on a bench at the end? Hmm?
The Miz removes his sunglasses quickly and cuts off the Rock.
[ The Miz
] Listen here, 2002, I’ve got a clear
clause in my contract keeping me out of dump segments like this, so
I’m going to exercise my right to be better than everything
happening on screen and prepare for my match with this nobody…and
then go on to be drafted number one.
The Miz turns and leaves as the Rock begins pantomiming his speech.
[ The Rock
] <baby voiced> PRMPARE FMOR MMY MMATCH
WIMTH MNOBODY…MBE DRAFTED MNUMBMER MWONE – PEH! The Rock says this,
you have no more a chance at being the number one draft pick than
‘The Marine 88: Jake Carter May Need Glasses’ has of grossing more
than ‘Maximum Justice,’ starring the Rock!
Another enormous pop as EC3 rolls his eyes.
[ The Rock
] Now Cathy Kelley, the Rock says this:
firstly, welcome back to you, mama. Secondly, Jheri Curl Juice
Monkey, the Rock will slap those eyeballs straight faster than you
can pray to Little Richard you don’t deuce your pants. Thirdly, the
Rock is off to find a megaphone, walk off and find Scott, turn on
his megaphone, turn that sumbitch sideways, and stick it straight up
Scott’s candy ass!!
Cathy’s eyes go wide.
…but…you know Scott’s in charge, right?
[ The Rock
] Of course the Rock does, mama! One of
three! Thirty three percent! But Scott’s the Rock’s favorite! And
once the Rock has his megaphone up Scott’s ass, he’ll speak out,
voice of the Rock through Scott’s mouth to all the captains for Body
Count and let them know the only choice to be taken first in any
draft is not The Miz, is NOT Jheri Curl Juice Monkey, but is the
People’s Champ, the People’s Choice, the one and only ROCK – If ya’
sa-mellllllllLlLlLlLlLlLlLlLl-la-lawwwww what the Rock! Is! Cookin’!
For whatever reason, the Rock’s music blasts over the speakers and
he pats Cathy Kelley on the arm, turning to go and presumably find
someone who may or may not even exist backstage. Ethan Carter 3
begins screaming over the music.
] HEY! TURN THAT MUSIC OFF! THIS IS MY
TIME! DAMMIT, THIS IS ABOUT ME!
He turns to speak to Cathy, but she has already left the set. EC3
screams and throws a chair through the backdrop before storming off
as we fade away.
Mike Chioda | Time Limit - 30:00
All attention in the
arena focuses on the contest at hand as Mike Chioda calls for the
opening bell. Well…MOSTLY all attention.
Juventud Guerrera is busy chatting up a clearly uninterested woman
in the front row who is wearing a ‘Hangman Page’ shirt as ‘Diamond’
Dallas Page slowly approaches the new Limitless Champion from
[ Tony Schiavone ] What disrespect from Juventud Guerrera! He needs
to pay attention to the match and not the fans – DDP is a warrior!
Steiner ] TRUST ME, SCHIAVONE – GUERRERA’S MIND’S IN THE
RIGHT PLACE! DDP’S A BITCH AND THAT CHICK IS FINE! TOO FINE FOR HIM,
‘The Juice’ continues his rather unsuccessful pickup attempt until
Page spins him around and lights him up with a huge right hand,
knocking Juvi to the mat! Guerrera bounces off the mat like a
superball and Page puts him right back down with another big punch!
And again! And again! Juventud is up and throws a clothesline, but
DDP ducks – body slam! Page covers – only a slight two.
[ Nigel McGuinness ] It’d be short-sighted to write this or any
match off after a minute of action, but it certainly seems ‘Diamond’
Dallas Page is firmly in the driver’s seat, doesn’t it?
[ Tony Schiavone ] It sure does!
DDP lifts the Limitless Champion from the mat and whips him into the
ropes, looking for his own clothesline, but Juvi ducks it – Page
dead stops and turns, but here comes Juvi, springboarding off the
middle rope with a tumbleweed, knocking DDP to the mat! Keeping the
pressure on, Juvi and Page are up, but the Juice knocks DDP back
down with a hurricanrana!
[ Nigel McGuinness ] Appearances can be deceiving and it seems like Guerrera’s in control, now!
DDP is up, fists cocked and throwing shots, but Guerrera ducks them
and PLASTERS Page with an enzuigiri, leveling one-third of the Vegas
Connection. As he stands, Juvi laughs, pointing at DDP’s body and
begins speaking Spanish as he slides to the floor!
[ Tony Schiavone ] Now what’s he doing?!
Guerrera produces a steel chair from under the ring and slides back
inside, continuing to talk trash to Page the entire time, the San
Diego crowd exploding with energy for him.
Wait, no! NO! It’s Ruby Riott, running down the aisle! Guerrera
lifts the chair overhead to swing it, but Riott intercepts it and
drops it to the floor, stepping off the apron as Juvi’s eyes go wide
and his jaw drops, stunned!
[ Nigel McGuinness ] RUBY RIOTT JUST
PREVENTED JUVENTUD FROM SMASHING PAGE’S SKULL IN!
Guerrera swears at Ruby for a moment before turning back around –
[ Tony Schiavone ] DIAMOND CUTTER!!
INTO THE DIAMOND CUTTER! Guerrera smashes face-first into the mat
and Page hooks the legs, covering him tightly – one! Two! Three!
"DIAMOND" DALLAS PAGE
3:18 via Pinfall
As soon as Page
draws the three count and “Smells Like Teen Spirit” fires up, San
Diego begins booing – not for DDP, but for the Origin, running down
the ramp en masse and sliding into the ring!
[ Tony Schiavone ] HEY NOW! JUST WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?!
Adam Cole and Steve Corino begin leathering DDP as Chris Jericho
piefaces Ruby Riott on the outside, inviting ‘the Big Nasty’ to take
his own shots on the former Limitless Champion. Eventually, Wight
hurls Ruby into the ring and the Origin continue their four-on-two
[ Nigel McGuinness ] This is a bit excessive!
Steiner ] It’s gang warfare!
Juventud Guerrera, still shaking off the cobwebs, gives Adam Cole a
very sloppy embrace and, for whatever reason, a kiss on the cheek
before running across the ring and stomping Ruby Riott in the
sternum as the Origin looks on through puzzled eyes while ‘the
Juice’ makes it a super-lopsided five-on-two beatdown!
[ Tony Schiavone ] What the hell’s Juventud Guerrera even doing?
He’s not – oh! OH LOOK!
[ Nigel McGuinness ] The cavalry arrives!
Sure enough, Val Venis and Kevin Nash charge down the apron and
enter the ring, sending the Origin forces scurrying from the squared
circle, not interested in a fair fight. Guerrera and Riott continue
their brawl – and Ruby throws a beautiful high kick, leaving Juvi on
wobbly legs before Nash big boots the Juice over the top rope! Venis
swings a fist for Adam Cole’s head as Jericho retaliates verbally,
calling Venis a “STUPID IDIOT!” As the Origin and Guerrera congest
at the foot of the ramp, Riott quickly climbs and sails off the top
rope, knocking the five men to the ground in a heap!
[ Tony Schiavone ] RUBY RIOTT!
Steiner ] THE BIRD WOMAN CAN FLY! NO SURPRISE!
As San Diego explodes for the raucous action, the Origin begin
retreating, Juventud somewhere in their midst. Riott smirks to
herself and rolls into the ring while the fans chant her name over
and over. Nash begins attending to Dallas Page while Venis looks
after Ruby Riott, finally assisting both to their feet. The angry
SGW World Heavyweight Champion demands a microphone from Justin
Roberts and receives it after a moment.
[ Val Venis ] Let that be a lesson to you pieces of Origin trash –
the days of the numbers game ARE! OVER!
San Diego are fired up with Val’s enthusiasm and DDP nods firmly.
[ Val Venis ] You scumbags want to attack DDP? Well, that’s nothing
new for Dallas – he’s been a target to groups of assholes like you,
just tryin’ to send messages or make names for years – and D!D!P! IS
Page throws up the Diamond sign and brings it down, getting hyped
[ Val Venis ] Ruby Riott’s a whole different story, though, you
thugs! Now, listen…
Riott’s glaring at Venis, but the Champion quells her and encourages
her to listen.
[ Val Venis ] I know you don’t need any help. Anybody with eyes has
seen the stuff you can do on display this year! Blood and Gold!
Limitless Championships! Beating the holy hell out of Juventud
Guerrera and anyone else stupid enough to cross you!
San Diego roars as Ruby nods, accepting the compliment but not sure
where Val is going with this.
[ Val Venis ] As far as I’m concerned, Ruby, you…and your attitude
of acceptance and forward-thinking are the FUTURE of Solid Gold
Wrestling! On behalf of Solid Gold Wrestling and as the captain of
Team SGW for Body Count…I would like to officially invite you to
fight alongside us! As part of Team SGW! AT BODY COUNT!
The crowd is roaring as Riott looks around, seeing the thousands of
faces nodding in encouragement. She sighs deeply before striding
over to Val…
…and shaking his open hand!
[ Tony Schiavone ] What a moment! Ruby Riott has accepted Val Venis’
offer to wrestle on behalf of team Solid Gold Wrestling at Body
Count! This is a huge addition for our team and I, for one, am glad
Ruby Riott will be fighting for us!
[ Nigel McGuinness ] Ruby Riott’s an incredible performer and a
dynamite addition to Team SGW!
Steiner ] The Bird Woman?!
Riott and Venis shake hands again as Nash and Page look on, the San
Diego fans clearly a big fan of the decision Val made.
Steiner ] …we’re fucked!
We fade away.
Quickly we cut
backstage, to the Origin locker room as the group files in en masse.
Anderson and Chris Jericho lead the way, with Adam Cole and Britt
Baker just behind them. Steve Corino is rubbing his head as he steps
in before the Big Nasty Paul Wight squeezes through the door. Behind
him is Juventud Guerrera, leaping to pat the big man on the back.
The chaos of the moment is evident as everyone is talking until Arn
Anderson whistles for silence. Once the attention is all on the
co-founder of the company, he speaks.
Now, just what in the hell was all of that out there?! Damn Val
Venis thinks he’s slick, I’ll tell you what, adding Ruby Riott to
team SGW for body count! But that doesn’t matter any at all! Ruby
Riott’s being on that team will matter about as much as a flea’s
fart affects air quality in the Rose Bowl!
A few snickers and smiles from the Origin, but Juventud Guerrera
belly laughs, bending at the waist.
Hell yeah baby, she stinks, doesn’t she amigos?
Nobody pays him any attention and Anderson continues his speech.
That’s right! It don’t matter a damn bit! This right here is the
single most dangerous collection of talent that this company or any
company has ever seen.
Hell yeah, baby! We’re dangerous sons of bitches baby!!
No sold again.
Even if they have four members to our four members now, it doesn’t
matter. The fifth member to Team Origin could be an infant, freshly
born, not even an hour old – and it still wouldn’t matter! You can
give Team SGW anybody you want, short of Jesus Christ himself, and
you have a victory for The Origin. That’s how confident I am in you
Yeah baby! That’s a whole’lotta confidence baby!
Shut up! Just shut up, damn you! Steve Corino, you are a legend in
this business and you have far too long been overlooked by SGW
management. You can beat anyone in any company on any night if you
so choose. I have a feelin’ your mind is on Houston! I think you’ll
pick Body Count to beat who-in-the-hell ever you want! The Big
Nasty! Paul, you are the World’s Largest Athlete and I don’t have to
even give you expectations for the level of violence I want to see
out of you on a daily damn basis, because you will go ahead and
throw them off the damn roof like you did Stone Cold Steve Austin in
Orlando! Chris Jericho, you may damn well be one of the greatest
professional wrestlers to have ever lived! You are the SGW
Intercontinental Champion! You are on a roll like damn near nobody
else, and you have more confidence than a forest has trees!
Jericho smirks and pats the championship around his waist, winking
And Adam Cole.
Cole beams right back at Jericho before turning to Arn, listening
San Diego pops as Anderson is thrown off track and Juvi nods over
and over again, wiggling his eyebrows. Cole cuts his glance to
Guerrera and softly smirks.
Actually...it’s pronounced Bay-Bay. But I, uh...appreciate the
Juvi mutters something about gimmick infringement and knowing “how
baby is said, baby” to himself as Anderson picks up his point.
Adam, you are the hand-picked, hand-chosen future of this business.
You are not only the present, but the future of Solid Gold
Wrestling. If talent were liquid, this planet would be flooded off
of you and you alone. You have more ability than anyone — and I mean
anyone — in the world today. I have the full confidence in you to
lead this team of warriors to victory.
Cole is visibly encouraged and riled up from Anderson’s passionate
speech and begin cheering loudly, encouraging most of the room to
follow suit. Juventud Guerrera steps to the center of the ring and
raises his hand.
The cheering ceases and Anderson’s eyes narrow on the Limitless
That was...that was some really nice stuff you had to say, Double A,
baby! I mean, look how much it fired these guys up, baby!
Anderson doesn’t speak. No one does. Eventually, Guerrera breaks his
own inflicted silence.
What about me, baby?!
Jericho shakes his head in disbelief as all eyes turn to Guerrera.
Anderson replies slowly.
What about you, Juventud? I know you’re lucky we had business to
attend to out there. I know that God’s Grace has allowed you to
stand in this locker room as long as you have. The rest...I don’t
know and don’t see myself needing to know anytime soon. It doesn’t
affect me...and it doesn’t affect the Ori—
Juvi cuts him off.
The Origin! Yeah, baby, yeah. I know. I know all about that shit,
see! And that…is why you all need the fuckin’ Juice, baby!
A bemused cheer from the fans juxtaposed with the baffled faces on
That’s right, baby! I’m as original as it gets, baby! I am the
Origin…of the Cruiserweight style of wrestling, baby! I am the
Origin…-al Feminist Icon in wrestling! And baby, I’m the SGW
Guerrera smacks his title on the plate around his waist and looks
around for any sign of acceptance from the Origin and Chris Jericho
Alright, Quasimodo Valentino, enough from the junior champion in the
room – the SGW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION is more than enough gold
for this team…
Are you, baby? Because it’s funny, Christopher, you have as many SGW
World Championships as I do…cero. And Meester Adam Cole has…
Cole snickers to himself as Jericho sneers from Cole to Guerrera and
Well, then, where is it, big shot? Oh, that’s right, we lost it to
the head of the Geriatric Connection!
Cole steps forward to Jericho but Arn Anderson keeps them separated.
Gentlemen! You are above this behavior. Now settle this and settle
it quickly. We have more business to attend to.
Anderson steps out of the room, Steve Corino following him and
inaudibly discussing a strategy of some sort as Jericho turns back
Listen up, good lookin’, the team’s all full, so no di—
Now, wait a second.
Cole steps forward and points a finger at Guerrera before turning it
Cole ] Who
named you the leader of the Origin? I don’t recall that happening at
all, buddy! Maybe…in your old age, y’know…you’re losing a step?
Jericho smirks as Guerrera’s mouth twists into a smile.
Real funny, Adam! Did Val Venis tell you that one when he was
pinning you to win the SGW Championship? Now hush up, the head of
this operation is making a decision here.
Cole and Baker share a knowing look before the former SGW Champion
Cole ] I
can tell you a great joke, Chris.
Oh, I’d love to hear it, Adam.
As the two inch closer still, the Big Nasty lifts his massive hand
between them and speaks slowly.
[ The Big
…no. None of this. We’re killing this company together and won’t do
it with egos running wild.
Jericho and Cole lock eyes as Jericho’s lips open slightly, no words
escaping. Cole does the same but Jericho lifts an eyebrow to cut him
off. The tension is palpable, thick in the air, until Juventud leans
into the frame.
Sounds unanimous to me, baby! Count me into the Origin, amigos! The
fuckin’ Juice! Number five, baby! The newest member and still the
most original! I’ll go get my bags, baby – dinner’s on me tonight,
As San Diego pops and Guerrera exits the room, Cole and Jericho
appear slightly taken aback, stunned silent again.
Britt Baker ]
…honestly, why is it only the freaks that are attracted to this
Jericho, Wight, and Cole all cut their eyes to Baker, who rolls her
eyes as we fade away.
Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 30:00
Cody and Keith Lee
start things off as the bell sounds. Before they can lock up,
Daniels slaps Cody on the tag and tells him to get out and “Watch
how it’s really done.” Cody looks irritated and begrudgingly exits
the ring. Daniels sends a big chop to the broad chest of Lee, who
doesn’t sell it one bit. Daniels turns for a tag but Cody drops
down. Daniels is spun around, big chop from Keith Lee and Daniels is
Christopher Daniels has made a fatal mistake!
There’s certainly a lot of issues between Cody Rhodes and
Daniels is back to his feet and Keith Lee charges, POUNCE! DANIELS
FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE AND LANDS ON THE OUTSIDE!
Oh my God, he’s dead!
LOOK AT THIS FAT ASS! GOD DAMN!
Cody helps Daniels up and rolls him on to the apron. Keith Lee lies
in wait as a doozy Daniels raises himself up and Keith Lee reaches
over and grabs him. Lee goes to the middle rope and lifts Daniels
off the ground, SUPERPLEX! One, two, kick out!
What a display of powa’ from Keith Lee!
Lee tags in Aldis and Aldis grabs Daniels’ hand and extends it out
in Cody’s direction. Cody looks puzzled but Aldis insists.
Nick Aldis is a dumb ass! Wantin’ Cody to come in when he could
easily beat up Daniels!
Cody slaps Daniels’ limp hand and comes into the ring very
cautiously. Aldis reaches up for a test of strength, and as he and
Cody lock hands, Aldis kicks Cody in the gut and suplexes him for a
two count. Back up, Cody hits a snap powerslam and goes for a Cody
Cutter but Aldis blocks! Cody is up, MAG DADDY DRIVER! One, two,
kickout! Aldis tags Lee and the constant back and forth tags from
the two help cut the ring off from Daniels.
For Nick Aldis and Keith Lee to be working with one another for the
first time, these two partners make for a good team.
It’s a shame they cannot draft one anotha’ because they could do
some damage at Body Count!
And ladies and gentlemen, we’ll have more information on the Body
Count drafts coming your way soon.
Keith Lee lifts Cody up for the Spirit Bomb, but Cody wiggles out
for a sunset flip. Lee fights it off and grabs Cody by the throat,
CHOKESLAM! Lee goes to pin but Cody wraps up his arm and turns it
into a Crossface! Lee grabs the bottom rope and Cody breaks. He tags
Daniels in by slapping him in the face. Daniels flails back in shock
and comes into the ring. He comes in and shoves Cody. Lee comes for
them but Cody side steps it and Daniels gets smashed in the corner!
Daniels drops and Lee goes up top, MOON SAULT - NO! DANIELS DUCKS!
Daniels hits the ropes, BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER! One, kick out with
authority! Cody tags back in and here’s Zack Sabre Jr.!
What’s this lanky piece a’ shit doin’ out here?!
There’s a longstanding issue between Zack Sabre, Jr. and Christopher
Daniels as of late with the dissolving of Disrespect U 2: The New
That.. That was neva’ a real group.
The match notes Chris gave me told me to reference it.
It only exists in Christopher Daniels’ mind, Tony.
That poor man.
Zack Sabre, Jr. rips Daniels off the apron and blasts Daniels with a
big uppercut! In the ring, Cody doesn’t know what’s going on and
hits a snap powerslam on Keith Lee and immediately clutches his
LOOK AT CODY! RIPPED HIS BACK TO SHREDS TRYIN’ TO SLAM THAT FAT ASS!
Cody grimaces in pain and goes for a pin but Lee kicks out. Cody
goes over to the corner and sees his partner fighting with Sabre on
the outside! The two fight up the ramp as Aubrey Edwards sticks her
head out of the ring and tries telling them to break it up. Daniels
punches Sabre and he staggers up the ramp. The two lock up once
again and fight completely out of sight to the backstage. Cody leans
against the middle rope and shakes his head.
Cody Rhodes is in no man’s land! His partna’ is gone!
Nick Aldis runs by and destroys Cody Rhodes with the contents of the
silk bag! Cody flies back and lands hard on the mat.
Nick Aldis just hit Cody with the mystery belt in that black bag
while Aubrey Edwards isn’t paying attention! Damn him!
Aubrey Edwards turns around and sees Cody down on the mat. Nick
Aldis slaps Keith Lee on the back and comes in looking proud of
himself. He takes his sweet time walking near the unconscious Cody
and looks down at him with a smirk on his face.
There’s no one here to help Cody! Christopher Daniels is in the back
fighting Zack Sabre, Jr.!
Aldis picks Cody up off the mat and puts him up on his shoulders,
TORMENTUM! Aldis looks down as he just finishes adding insult to
injury. Aldis haphazardly covers Cody and Aubrey drops down - one,
two, three! Nick Aldis and Keith Lee pick up the win in the
NICK ALDIS & KEITH LEE
11:08 via Pinfall
Satisfied with his
work, Aldis is handed his black silk bag by Kamille and the two walk
off as Keith Lee helps Cody up to his feet. Lee shakes hands with
Cody and thanks him for the match as Aldis stands at the top of the
ramp, looking on in the ring.
These four men are captains for Body Count and the stakes will be
high! Tonight, though, Nick Aldis and Keith Lee get a little bit of
an uppa’-hand afta’ winnin’ this tag team match!
Keith Lee raises Cody’s arm in the arm but Cody pulls it down, not
interested in being praised after a loss. Cody bows his head and
rolls out, giving center stage to Keith Lee as we cut to the
The fighting between
Christopher Daniels and Zack Sabre, Jr. has spilled from the ring
all the way to the backstage area. With Sabre costing Daniels his
team the match, he continues his assault on his former partner.
Daniels keeps pushing Sabre away to create separation, and when that
doesn’t work, he kicks Sabre low and headlocks him. Sabre pushes
Daniels against the wall but Daniels holds on to the headlock and
sends fists to Sabre’s skull like a hockey fight. Sabre begins
punching Daniels’ thighs and ribs, trying to break the headlock.
Finally, here comes Billy Gunn, Lance Storm, and Stevie Ray to break
things up. The road agents do their best to rip the two men apart
from one another, but it doesn’t end there.
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] FIGHT ME, DANIELS!
Sabre spits on the ground as Lance Storm holds him back.
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] Let’s finish this once and for all. Revolution! I
want to end this!
Christopher Daniels ] You want me at Revolution, Zackary? Under
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] Name it!
Not expecting ZSJ to answer so quickly, Daniels seems at a loss for
Christopher Daniels ] One stipulation to end this thing for good!
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] Go on and name it then!
Christopher Daniels ] SUBMISSION MATCH!
Sabre laughs as Daniels realizes he messes up.
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] Submission match? You
an’ me? Done. Stupid pick.
Christopher Daniels ] You’re the stupid pick! The stupidest pick
for Disrespect U 2!
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] It was never a real thing! But what is real is me
tapping you out in two weeks!
Daniels brushes it off as he’s still being restrained.
Christopher Daniels ] I’m not afraid of your WIMPY submissions! I
have the BEST submissions! The strongest submissions! The deadliest
He shakes his head, believing everything he’s saying.
Christopher Daniels ] Yeah! I do!
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] Bring it on, dickhead. An’ when I take you tap
out, you and I, all of this, it’s done forever!
Christopher Daniels ] When I make YOU tap out, you mean!
Lance Storm rolls his eyes.
Storm ] We get it. Submission match in two weeks. Both of
you, go to your locker rooms. No more fighting.
Billy Gunn follows up his co-road agent’s demands.
Gunn ] Yeah. We’re sick of this shit! You two fight all the
dang time. We got other stuff to do.
Christopher Daniels ] Kiss my ass, Mr. Ass!
Gunn ] Excuse me?
Christopher Daniels ] You heard me, old man!
Gunn ] Excuse you...
Daniels pushes himself away from Gunn and Stevie Ray and dusts
Christopher Daniels ] Two weeks, Zackary! Prepare yourself!
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] Says the joker that doesn't know any submission
Christopher Daniels ] I taught your mom a submission hold last
The joke fails but he remains committed.
Christopher Daniels ] Roasted!
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ] You're a
Sabre takes a swing and Daniels ducks, causing Sabre to slug Stevie
Ray! Stevie Ray doesn't even flinch but he reaches up and touches
his lip, coming away with some blood on the tip of his finger.
Stevie shakes his head.
] Aw, hell naw.
Stevie points off-camera.
] Get this
string-bean fruit booty outta' here!
[ Zack Sabre Jr. ]
Wait, what the hell, mate?!
Billy Gunn and Lance Storm grab Zack Sabre,
Jr. by the arms and carry him off-camera.
[ Lance Storm
] You just
couldn't let it go, could you? Now you're gonna be SUSPENDED
INDEFINITELY after your match tonight, and no one gets to enjoy
seeing you stretch that moron Daniels in two weeks!
Seriously?! That's it!? He's suspended?!
Daniels tilts his head back and
cackles, falling to his knees.
THAT WAS EASY!
He scratches his head, thinking.
I should've done that with Dickinson.
Stevie Ray looks down at Daniels and
shakes his head.
] I bet yo' mama is
damn proud o' you.
Daniels looks up at Stevie Ray, confused.
My mother LOVES me!
We head back to the ring. So, we're NOT
getting a submission match?
Rick Knox | Time Limit - 60:00
As soon as the bell
rings, Tessa Blanchard and Rhea Ripley begin ripping and tearing at
each other in the center of the ring while Rick Knox tries to gain
control! Ripley and Blanchard club away at one another with punches
and forearms as the fans stand on their feet, losing their minds as
these titans collide!
Oh my word! It's all-out war!
There's no love lost 'tween these two warriors, Tony! Tessa
Blanchard was heating up in December of last year, on her way to an
SGW Women's World title shot against Christina Von Eerie... when
Rhea Ripley dashed those hopes and dreams with a concussion and
severe head trauma, taking Tessa out of the equation for the better
part of the year!
The moose knew what she was doin'! Tessa's just lucky 'cause if
Ripley wanted it, her ass wouldn't have got back up! She should be
THANKIN' Rhea Ripley for showin' mercy!
Tessa takes over, firing off with rapid fire forearms until Rhea
pushes her off against the ropes. Rhea charges and goes for a
running clothesline but Tessa drops and pulls the top rope down,
causing Ripley to tumble over the rope and onto the apron! Ripley
returns to her feet on the apron and Tessa charges at her... only
for Ripley to knee her through the ropes! Tessa doubles over and
Rhea snatches her around the head... AND SUPLEXES HER FROM THE APRON
TO THE FLOOR!
Good lord! What impact!
I'm weary to say EITHER woman got the better end of that maneuver!
Both women lay on the floor for a moment before Ripley forces
herself up, seething with anger. Tessa gets up to all fours and
Ripley grabs her ankles and yanks her up into a wheelbarrow
position! The fans boo as Ripley begins ragdolling Tessa into the
guardrail and ring apron before hoisting her up and PANCAKING HER
onto the ring steps! Tessa falls to her knees with her chest agains
the steps and Rhea charges in... RUNNING KNEE LIFT TO TESSA'S BACK!
The steps slide forward a good six inches on impact! Rhea whips the
hair out of her face and pulls Tessa back up... before GORILLA
PRESSING HER and throwing her through the ropes and into the ring!
GOD DAMN! THIS POWER DISPLAY IS GETTIN' ME HARD!
Rhea Ripley is holding nothing back-- wait, what?
Tessa rolls to the center of the ring and Ripley climbs the
turnbuckles from the apron. She perches on the top rope and waits,
gesturing for Tessa to stand up. "GET UP, TESSA! IT'S ALL OVA'!"
Tessa slowly returns to her feet and Rhea Ripley flies... FLYING
SHOULDER BLOCK-- NO! TESSA CUTS HER OFF WITH A DROPKICK IN MID-AIR!
Both women are down as Rick Knox looms over them with his hands on
either side of his head!
This has been a war, gentlemen. Brutal, stiff, fast paced! I feel
like I'm doing the match an injustice by forgetting to mention that
it's for the VACANT ELEVATION CHAMPIONSHIP! The first time the title
will be contested between two women under the new Elevation Cycle!
I don't think the championship is on either woman's mind. I think
they're one hundred percent focused on tearing each other apart!
As Rick Knox begins the mandatory ten count, the fans offer a
strong, mixed reaction. The camera pans to the entranceway and we
see Charlotte Flair watching the match, still in her gear and robe.
She folds her arms across her chest, looking very interested.
There's that damn Flair again!
What does she want?
Who's to say, Tony? We saw her earlier tonight during Ember Moon
versus Candice LeRae... now she's here during the Elevation
Championship match. Maybe she's scouting her opponents. She's only
been gone about three months but the division has gone through quite
the evolution in that time!
Ripley and Blanchard both slowly return to their feet, using the
ropes to steady themselves. Tessa turns and walks right into a
RUNNING BOOT from Ripley that nearly knocks her over the top rope!
Ripley catches her and pulls her back into the center of the ring!
The fans are booing loudly as Ripley hooks her and lifts her up...
RIPTIDE! RIPLEY HOOKS THE LEGS! ONE! TWO! THR-- TESSA KICKS OUT!
OH MY GOODNESS!
TESSA WILL NOT STAY DOWN!
Ripley looks desperate and pulls Tessa back to her feet. She hoists
her up once again... FOR A SECOND RIPTIDE-- NO! TESSA SLIPS OUT
BEHIND HER! SCHOOLGIRL ROLL-UP! ONE! TWO! THR-- RIPLEY KICKS OUT!
Ripley rolls back to her feet, as does Tessa Blanchard! Ripley whips
around and walks right into a BRUTAL ELBOW STRIKE, formerly known as
the Terminatrix! Ripley is out on her feet but won't go down! Tessa
blows the hair out of her face, exasperated, and nails Ripley with a
ROLLING ELBOW! Ripley goes down and Tessa falls on top of her! ONE!
TWO! THR-- RIPLEY GETS A SHOULDER UP!
It's gonna take more than a stiff jab to knock out the Moose!
There's too much at stake for either of these women to let this
match go quietly into the night! There's pride! There's glory! And
let's not forget the Elevation Championship!
Tessa sits up on her knees, looking down at Ripley with a sneer. As
she does this, Charlotte begins walking down the ramp, drawing some
heat from the fans. Charlotte stands at ringside and watches what's
going down in the ring. Tessa pays no mind to Charlotte as she walks
to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles. She perches on the top and
waits for Ripley to get up. Rhea slowly gets to her feet and Tessa
flies... MAGNUMMMMMMMM! NO! RIPLEY EATS THE IMPACT BUT MAINTAINS HER
GRIP AROUND TESSA'S KNEES! SHE DEADLIFTS TESSA OFF THE MAT...
ARE... YOU... KIDDING!?
THAT JUST HAPPENED!
I'm gonna need new pants!
Ripley goes for the cover! But Rick Knox is distracted by Charlotte
Flair on the apron! The fans don't know what to think! They hate
Ripley but they're confused by Flair's presence! Ripley charges over
to Charlotte and shoves Rick Knox out of the way! Ripley gets right
in Charlotte's face... but then Tessa clubs Rhea in the back,
knocking her into Charlotte and sending her off the apron! The fans
cheer loudly as Tessa rolls up Ripley from behind! ONE! TWO! THREE!
WINNER & NEW CHAMPION
10:51 via Pinfall
The fans pop huge as
Blanchard quickly rolls out of the ring and has the SGW Elevation
Championship shoved into her hands by Justin Roberts! She looks down
at the title and then back up into the ring where Rick Knox is
desperately trying to hold back Rhea Ripley!
What a return! Tessa Blanchard is the new Elevation Champion!
She's three successful defenses away from a shot at the SGW Women's
Ripley leans over the ropes, shouting "I'M NOT FINISHED WIT' YOU!
WE'RE NOT BLOODY FINISHED!" Tessa holds the championship over her
head and walks around the ring with it before coming to Charlotte
Flair, who is in a seated position at the foot of the ramp. Tessa
looks down at her and offers a hand. Charlotte accepts it and Tessa
pulls her to her feet. Charlotte and Tessa stand nose to nose before
Tessa shakes her head.
I don't need your help.
Charlotte smiles confidently and runs her finger down the center
plate of Tessa's title.
Charlotte Flair ]
Is that so?
Tessa looks down at her title and then turns to leave, walking up
the ramp. Charlotte stands there with her hands on her hips,
watching Tessa leave as we fade out.
We head backstage
where we see Chavo Guerrero walking with a clipboard in one hand and
Pepe in the other.
The fans give a strong mixed reaction, uncharacteristic for Chavo, a
longtime babyface in SGW. As he walks toward destination unknown,
Trish Stratus approaches and places her hand on his shoulder.
Guerrero, Jr. ]
Oh, hey, Trish.
I just wanted to let you know that, no matter what anyone else
says... what you did at Supremacy was the right thing.
The fans boo.
There's no limit to the damage that David Starr could've done if he
was left to run around unchecked.
Chavo nods, a nervous look on his face.
Guerrero, Jr. ]
Thanks, Trish. You were right about David Starr anyway. I did some
digging earlier this week and it turns out that he really IS a
terrible person! He raped a LOT of women!
Chavo acts like he hears something and looks at Pepe, listening.
... . .. . . . .. . ..
Guerrero, Jr. ]
That's right, Pepe! No means no!
Trish just stares blankly at Chavo and then pats him on the back.
Aaaaanyway, have a good night, Chavo. If you need anything, you know
where to find me.
Guerrero, Jr. ]
Trish leaves and Chavo continues walking until he passes by CM Punk.
CM Punk looks up from his phone and glares at Chavo, shaking his
head with disappointment. Chavo stops in his tracks.
Guerrero, Jr. ]
Is there a problem, Punk?
[ CM Punk
] You know, it's disgusting. The whole
David Starr situation.
Guerrero, Jr. ]
I know, esse. Who knew what kinda' dark secrets he was hiding!?
[ CM Punk
] I'm not talkin' about that. I'm
talkin' about the fact that... what you did to him at Supremacy...
you were gonna do whether he turned out to be a rapist or not. Say
what you will about the man himself... but his message was
important. You used to be one of the boys, Chavo.
Punk shakes his head.
[ CM Punk
] Fuckin' sell-out.
Punk turns and walks into his dressing room before slamming the door
in Chavo's face. The camera zooms in on Chavo's confused face as
Paul Turner | Time Limit - 30:00
FTR decide the best course of action is to assert dominance over
Brian Cage and Sammy Guevara, forcing their eight-man-tag partners
to the apron without much discussion. While the Machine seems ready
to break all semblance of ‘teamwork,’ Guevara’s cooler head seems to
prevail and it will be Cash Wheeler starting against Chuck Taylor,
who seems to have the full support of his team on the opposite side
of the ring.
Should be quite the matchup, four great tag teams facing off in
eight-man-tag team action! And we’re off!
Wheeler definitely has the upper hand with a flurry of fists to kick
off the match, Taylor shrieking out with each blow. Eventually,
Wheeler whips Taylor into the ropes and throws a clothesline, but
Chuckie T ducks it and slides to the floor, looking encouragingly at
Trent and then confusedly to the official, who begins counting him
Hey, doofus! Lucha rules, touchin’ the floor’s a tag, Trent’s in!
No, Chuck, this isn’t Mexico, that’s not how this works, now get
back in the ring! THREE!
Taylor slaps the apron and rolls back into the ring where Wheeler
greets him with a stiff stomp before taking him to the corner and
tagging in Dax Harwood, who springs in and clobbers Chuck with a
fist of his own. Eventually, Taylor forces enough separation to tag
in Dan Barry, who soars off the top rope with a cross body for a two
count on Dax.
Sammy Guevara begins screaming for Dax to make a tag to himself or
Brian Cage, but upon first chance, Harwood tags in Wheeler, who runs
into the ring and into an atomic drop from Barry! Quickly the
Detective tags his partner, Bill Carr, who runs a train of slams on
Wheeler’s ass until he leaps from the second rope and scores with a
leg drop for a two count!
Big Bill Carr’s on his game tonight!
Keeping control of the matchup, Carr drags Wheeler to his corner and
tags Trent into the contest. Baretta hits some nice shoulder tackles
and follows it up with a gorgeous dropkick before scoring another
two count. Up again, Cash ducks a Trent clothesline and scores with
a high knee, tagging out to none other than Dax Harwood!
This song and dance is ridiculous! Why not tag Guevara or Cage?!
As the tag is made, Cage finally has had enough and socks Cash
Wheeler in the jaw as the San Diego audience roars. Dax turns to
fire on the Machine, but Sammy Guevara intercepts him with a punch
of his own, sending him backwards into Trent who clotheslines him
down – and both men are down as Deus Ex Machina continue to stomp
away at Cash Wheeler!
THEY’RE SICK OF THIS SHIT! GOOD FOR’EM!
Deus Ex Machina are making a statement!
Guevara and Cage storm away from the ring, leaving Wheeler laying on
the apron as Turner begins to count both Dax and Trent out!
Eventually, Cash comes to enough to take the tag from Dax and
Chuckie T is roaring to go with Trent, absolutely mauling the
weakened Wheeler with a flurry of shots, ending with a beautiful
Soul Food! Dax rushes into the ring, but Team Tremendous cut him off
with a big double boot! Eventually, Chuck, Trent, Barry, and Carr
all look at one another and begin setting up for their respective
finishing sequences on the members of FTR!
This looks like it could be the end for FTR!
Chuck and Barry are on opposite corners and stand, looking at one
another with a smile. They signal – and fly! Book ‘Em Danno WIPES
OUT Dax! Strong Zero OBLITERATES Cash! And Chuck makes the cover,
hooking both legs for the one-two-three!
TEAM TREMENDOUS & THE BEST FRIENDS
6:56 via Pinfall
As the bell sounds,
Taylor leaps up and throws his fist wildly into the air, seemingly
very pleased with the victory.
What the fuck is wrong with that guy?!
Regardless, the Best Friends and their cornerman Orange Cassidy
celebrate with Team Tremendous, all five men are pleased with their
win. Bill Carr and Trent Baretta force Cash and Dax from the ring,
clearing the space for the San Diego fans to shower the victorious
quintet with their approval.
Through a very negative situation and a shared loss at Supremacy, it
seems as if Team Tremendous and the Best Friends have managed to
rebound in a great way heading towards Body Count!
Yes, but there’s no guarantee they’ll be on the same side of the
FAIR ASS POINT! And if they’re not…who’s got the BALLS to smack
another man in the face, friend’er not?!
Orange Cassidy very passively ‘shakes hands’ with Dan Barry as Bill
Carr high fives Trent and Chuck while the San Diego fans cheer the
For the moment, we’ve got a victorious quartet of performers, and
all-around great guys right there!
The four men lift their hands, smiling, celebrating the moment
together as we fade to the back.
The fans are still
cheering at ringside as we arrive backstage. Jinny is sitting in a
chair, staring off into space... visibly trembling with anger. The
fans immediately begin booing. Aliyah and Vanessa Borne look on
nervously. Ted Dibiase approaches them from off-camera and begins
peeling off hundred dollar bills. He hands them to the Highers, who
look impressed for a moment before looking back to Jinny with
Take a walk, girls.
Aliyah and Vanessa look at each other and then walk out of the room.
Shayna Baszler is pacing back and forth, pounding her fist into her
open palm. Ted Dibiase pulls a chair up next to Jinny. It screeches
on the floor as he does so. He sits down next to her and hunches
over, trying to get a look into her eyes.
I know you're upset...
He shakes his head.
You got every right to be.
She doesn't even pay him a glance.
What happened out there... was an INJUSTICE! The likes of which no
one has ever seen... but it's not over. You're still a Body Count
Team Captain. That gives you POWER! Power you can't BUY! And if that
little Hong Kong-fu trollop is the women's champion, that means her
title-- YOUR TITLE... will be on the line in the Body Count match.
He puts his hand on her shoulder.
All you gotta do... is survive.
He smiles evilly.
And make sure that she survives, too.
He points at her, right in her face.
So that you can finish her off... YOURSELF!
Jinny slowly turns her head to face Dibiase and narrows her eyes.
] Remove your hand or you will have it
returned to you...
Dibiase tilts his head to the side.
] Separated from the rest of your fat
Dibiase removes his hand and looks down at it before standing up. He
walks over to Baszler and snaps his fingers.
Come on! Let's get ready for your match!
I'll be there in a minute.
Dibiase doesn't look happy about that, but turns and walks out of
the room. Shayna walks over to Jinny and stands over her, holding a
towel around her neck.
] What do you want, monster?
] I'm splendid.
You need anything... ANYTHING... and I got you.
She holds out her hand and clenches a fist.
Tonight, I'm gonna finish what we started at Supremacy when I
squeeze the life out of Nia Jax. I'm doing it for YOU.
Jinny slowly stands and looks Baszler in the eye.
] I paid you to help me for one night.
Why do you continue?
Mr. Dibiase's real big on investments.
I'll be seein' you.
Baszler turns and walks out of the room, leaving Jinny alone. Once
she has the room to herself, Jinny snatches up the chair she was
sitting in and lobs it across the room, shattering a mirror on the
wall. The camera settles on Jinny, silently raging as we fade out.
Mike Chioda | Time Limit - 60:00
Mike Chioda holds up
the Real SGW World Heavyweight Championship and then hands it off to
Kayla Braxton. Bryan Danielson approaches Cole with a smug grin and
offers to shake his hand. The fans offer a strong mixed reaction as
they hate both of these guys. Cole looks out at the fans as if he's
asking for permission, drawing insane heat. Finally, grabs his
crotch, gives it a shake, and then shakes Danielson's hand!
Danielson looks down at his hand in disgust... and immediately gets
a SUPER KICK RIGHT TO THE JAW!
And we're off!
Despicable behavior from Adam Cole!
Don't like that little vegan pussy didn't deserve it!
Cole immediately goes for the cover! One! Two! Danielson kicks out!
Britt Baker and Arn Anderson are at ringside, pounding on the mat.
Cole gets up and pulls Danielson up behind him. He goes for a
vertical suplex but Danielson drives his knees into the top of
Cole's head! Danielson escapes behind Cole and grabs him around the
waist! He pushes him forward into the ropes and tries to roll him
back into a pinning predicament but Cole hangs onto the top rope!
Danielson falls flat on his back and rolls back to his feet... just
as Cole comes off the ropes with a RUNNING KNEE STRIKE... but
Danielson catches Cole's foot and trips him before scrambling right
into CATTLE MUTILATION-- NO! Cole slips out and immediately rolls
out of the ring, sighing in relief!
It appears as if these two are evenly matched!
This match has already gone on longer than their last encounter!
Indeed, it has, Tony! The last time these two tangled was in the
second round of the 12 Large Tournament back in December! Adam Cole
pinned Danielson in under two minutes! For Danielson, this match has
personal as well as professional stakes!
Anderson and Baker check on Cole but then look toward the ring and
back away in surprise as Danielson leaps onto the top rope and
springboards off with a PLANCHA! Danielson and Cole both crash to
the floor! Danielson is up first, pumping his fist and seething with
intensity! He goes to pull Cole back up... but Cole grabs a handful
of Danielson's tights and pulls him head first into the rail! Cole
staggers back to his feet and Danielson rolls into a seated position
with his back to the rail. Cole braces himself with the apron and
then turns to drive his knee into Danielson's head! Cole snatches
Danielson up and then picks him up in a vertical suplex position...
before dropping him on the apron! Danielson lands hard and rolls
back off into the floor!
The apron! The hardest part of the ring!
Cole begins putting the boots to Danielson and then pulls him up off
the floor again. He tries to push Danielson under the bottom rope
but Danielson comes alive and smacks Cole's face on the apron! Cole
staggers back and Danielson boots him in the stomach. Danielson
grabs Cole by the arm and whips him into the rail... but Cole
reverses it! Danielson stops himself and climbs onto the rail! Cole
is following him but Danielson leaps and CLOBBERS HIM WITH A
CANNONBALL SENTON! Danielson flies back to his feet and takes Cole
by the hair! He throws him under the bottom rope and climbs onto the
apron as Cole rolls to the center of the ring! Danielson climbs to
the top rope and flies... FLYING HEADBUTT! COLE MOVES! Danielson
crashes and burns, the impact sending him straight back up to his
knees! Cole is already coming off the ropes... LAST SHOT! Cole
covers Danielson! ONE! TWO! THRE-- DANIELSON GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Fuck me! I knew it was too good to be true!
That was Adam Cole's move!
Danielson will NOT go down without a fight!
Cole stands up, brushing the hair out of his face. He points down at
Danielson with the trusty gun-finger... and pulls the trigger!
Danielson slowly returns to his feet and Cole charges at him...
CLOTHESLINE! NO! Danielson ducks it but Cole catches him on the
turnaround with THE CORONA KICK!
The Corona Kick!
Never has the name of that maneuver been more timely!
I don't get it!
Cole immediately pulls Danielson up and lifts him high in the air...
COLE-LATERAL! Cole covers Danielson and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THR--
DANIELSON KICKS OUT! Adam Cole begins to lose it as he stands up and
begins stalking Danielson. Danielson crawls to the ropes and places
his hands on the middle rope, attempting to stand. Cole charges at
him but Danielson ducks and pulls the middle rope down, causing Cole
to tumble onto the apron! Danielson stands and Cole catches him
around the neck... AND SUPLEXES HIM FROM THE APRON TO THE FLOOR!
GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!
There's no bloody safe way to land that one, folks!
Cole and Danielson lie there, writhing in pain. Britt Baker looks
horrified. Anderson is doubled over, hands on his knees as he
watches this intently. Cole and Danielson begin struggling back to
their feet as Mike Chioda begins the mandatory ten count! They're
both on spaghetti legs as Danielson slugs Cole with a forearm! They
begin trading blows as Chioda continues counting! Chioda reaches
eight as each man tries to chop the other down... but as soon as he
counts nine... Danielson kicks Adam Cole low and then slides under
the bottom rope! TEN!
WINNER & STILL CHAMPION
8:43 via Count Out
As soon as Cole
realizes what has happened, he snaps and slides under the bottom
rope! He begins putting the boots to Danielson before snatching him
up and DRILLING HIM with a BRAINBUSTER! Cole mounts him and begins
laying punches into him until Danielson reaches up and FISH HOOKS
his mouth with his finger! Danielson pulls Cole off of him and
mounts HIM! Danielson begins driving forearms into Cole's head!
Oh my goodness! This is far from over!
The fans erupt in boos as Steve Corino and The Big Nasty emerge from
the back! Corino slides under the bottom rope and IMMEDIATELY gets
hit with a SHOTGUN DROPKICK! Corino drops and rolls out of the ring.
Big Nasty climbs onto the apron and pulls himself up. He steps over
the top rope. Danielson looks up at Big Nasty and smiles... before
raising both middle fingers and shouting "FUCK YOU, FAT BOY!" before
diving through the ropes and escaping up the ramp with the Real SGW
World Heavyweight Championship!
He narrowly avoided the icy grip of death, I think!
The Big Nasty was one o' my greatest god damn opponents! I have no
doubt that fat bastard would squeeze little Bryan Danielson until he
popped like a ketchup packet!
Danielson escapes through the curtain, leaving Adam Cole, Corino,
and Big Nasty in the ring. Corino looks concerned, asking Cole "what
the hell happened out here!?" prompting Cole to shove him hard and
shout "he hit me in the dick! Get outta' my face!" The Big Nasty
looks on, furious, as we fade out.
We see The Von Erichs arriving to the arena in a pick-up truck. The
live crowd cheers loudly. Ross and Marshall step out of the truck
and reach into the back, removing their bags. As they begin to make
their way inside the building, they're stopped by Cathy Kelley. They
look her up and down and Marshall offers a sly whistle.
Ross! Marshall! Two weeks ago, you defeated the debuting Deus Ex
Machina at Supremacy and then DEMANDED a shot at V.E.N.O.M.!
[ Ross Von
That's right, ma'am.
It's been two whole weeks with no answer--
Before she can go any further, Giulia walks into the shot and gets
right in Cathy's face, backing her up a step. The live crowd begins
Giulia shakes her head.
[ Giulia ]
< Hideous rat. Your face offends me.
Marshall steps between them.
Von Erich ]
Now, now, ladies. There's plenty to go 'round-- HEY, HOLD ON NOW!
Marshall and Ross drop their bags and look ready to fight as Low Ki
and Ilja Dragunov walk into the shot in three piece suits with the
SGW World Tag Team Championships over their shoulders.
[ Ross Von
Erich ] Is
that what this is, huh!? YA'LL WANNA THROW DOWN!?
Von Erich ]
SMOKE 'EM IF YA' GOT 'EM, FELLA'S! COME ON!
Low Ki and Ilja Dragunov look at each other and then back at the Von
Erichs. They make no move to attack. There's a crunch of gravel as
Christian Michael Jakobi walks into the shot with a smug look on his
face and an ill-fitting brown suit.
Christian Michael Jakobi ]
Gentlemans... we have not come here to fight.
[ Ross Von
Erich ] I
wouldn't wanna fight us neither, Frenchie.
Jakobi looks at Dragunov and Low Ki, raising an eyebrow.
[ Giulia ]
< Idiot. >
Christian Michael Jakobi ]
In the interest of good faith, I will allow you that one, young man.
No, we have not come here to fight... not at all. If we had, rest
assured... you would already be tasting the windshield of your
precious American automobile.
Von Erich ]
Is that so? Keep on talkin'!
Christian Michael Jakobi ]
I intend to. See, we are simply here to answer your challenge in a
formal way. Since you decided to step up and... DEMAND a
championship match with my most well-trained tag team. Undefeated,
they are, see?
[ Ross Von
We're undefeated, too, boy!
Christian Michael Jakobi ]
Yes... yes, you are.
He smiles evilly.
Christian Michael Jakobi ]
He slowly turns his back and begins to walk away.
Christian Michael Jakobi ]
We will be seeing you very soon, gentlemans.
Giulia follows Jakobi, leaving Low Ki and Dragunov to stare down the
Von Erichs for an extra few seconds. Low Ki tilts his head and
cracks his neck before turning to leave. Dragunov shakes his head
and then spits on the ground in front of them before leaving. The
camera slowly zooms in on the Von Erichs.
[ Ross Von
Sons 'a bitches.
There's a crash as a
trash can hits the wall of the dressing room. The fans immediately
begin booing as Rhea Ripley stalks into the shot, trembling with
anger. Ripley reaches up and pulls at her hair angrily as some of
the other members of the ladies locker room rush onto the scene to
stop her from trashing the place.
This is fuckin' bullshit!
Candice LeRae steps in with her hands out, trying to ease her.
Rhea, you gotta calm down!
Without warning, Rhea palms Candice's head and pie faces her at
least four feet backward! The live crowd erupts in boos! Candice is
narrowly caught by Kylie Rae and Maki Itoh! Ember Moon steps between
Ripley and Candice. Ripley sizes her up, perhaps preparing for
What are you bitches gonna do 'bout it, eh?
Ripley backs up, looking pissed.
I'll get my shot. I don't NEED that title anyway! I'm a Body Count
Captain, yeah!? I'll drag some o' you pathetic Sheila's t' the
biggest wins o' ya' careers... 'n then I'll break little Io Shirai
'n become the champion... just like I'm DESTINED t' do!
There's a roar suddenly as Shotzi Blackheart emerges from the crowd
of women and dives onto Rhea Ripley, peppering with a collection of
right hands before she's pulled off by Starlight Kid and AZM. They
hold her back briefly as Rhea checks her lip for blood and returns
to her feet.
Yeah, how you like that, huh!? YOU'RE NOT SO TOUGH NOW!
Ripley ] I
WAS TOUGH ENOUGH T' BEAT YOUR ASS AT SUPREMACY, YA' SLAG!
Rhea Ripley begins to back away from the scene, clearly outnumbered.
And then she backs into Io Shirai. The live crowd cheers loudly as
Rhea slowly turns around and then looks several inches down into the
face of the SGW Women's World Champion. She holds the championship
on her shoulder. Ripley shakes her head in disgust.
Be seein' ya' 'round.
And then she whips around and leaves. The camera slowly zooms in and
focuses on Io Shirai with the women's championship as we fade to
Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 30:00
There's a big match
feel as these two bruisers circle one another. They lock-up in the
center of the ring and Nia Jax immediately throws Shayna across the
ring like she weighs nothing! Shayna sits up on one knee, looking
impressed by the power of the Irresistible Force. Shayna gets up and
shakes it off. They lock-up again and Nia Jax throws her AGAIN, but
this time she doesn't give her the chance to collect herself before
advancing on her and pulling her up by her hair! Jax throws Shayna
back first into the corner and then begins throwing bombs, rattling
Shayna with lefts and rights as she struggles to cover up!
Nia Jax is sending a message with every single one of those shots!
It's only thanks to Shayna Baszler that Nia Jax isn't the SGW
Women's World Champions right now! She took the pay off from Jinny...
and now she's getting the receipts!
Jax pulls Shayna out of the corner and throttles her with both
hands, lifting her up and DRIVING HER into the corner with a TREE
SLAM! Jax begins peppering Shayna in the mid-section with a series
of blows before Shayna finally jams a thumb in Nia's eye, then kicks
her in the knee! Nia goes down to one knee and Shayna backs up
against the ropes... before firing out with a BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE!
Nia falls flat on her back and Shayna mounts her, raining down
punches as Nia tries to cover up!
Come on, Jax! You're too damn big t' let it go down like this!
Nia Jax does NOT want to go to the mat with a competitor like Shayna
Shayna stands up and drops a knee into Nia's mid-section before
grabbing a handful of hair. Ted Dibiase laughs at ringside, holding
up two fistfuls of money. Shayna pulls Jax up to her knees and hits
her with another knee strike-- NO! Nia catches Shayna's knee! Nia
stands up, repositioning her grip and holding Shayna's foot! Shayna
begs her off but Jax shakes her head, wiggling her finger back and
forth! She whips Shayna's leg to the side... and nails her... WITH
THE FACE BREAKER PUNCH! Shayna spins out and falls flat on her back!
Nia goes for a cover! ONE! TWO! THRE-- NO! TED DIBIASE PULLED AUBREY
EDWARDS OUT OF THE RING!
Oh come on! Not this!
Aubrey immediately shoves Dibiase! The fans pop huge! Nia Jax gets
up and looks outside the ring, looking pissed off. Suddenly, both
Los Ice Creams hit the ring and climb onto the apron, drawing her
attention! Nia Jax charges and nails El Hijo del Ice Cream with a
RUNNING AVALANCHE, knocking him off the apron! She turns and throws
a punch at Ice Cream, Jr. but he ducks it and leaps off the apron...
leaving Nia Jax open for Baszler to come out of nowhere and whip her
down to the mat in a CROSS ARMBREAKER! Baszler pulls back on the arm
and Nia Jax has no choice but to TAP OUT!
5:58 via Submission
The fans erupt in
boos as Shayna Baszler releases the hold and rolls out of the ring,
escaping up the ramp with Ted Dibiase and Los Ice Creams. As soon as
they disappear through the curtain, Nia Jax rolls under the bottom
rope and sits on the apron, looking absolutely defeated. Charly
Caruso emerges from the back to some applause and approaches Nia
with a microphone in her hand.
Nia Jax... tough loss. I'm so sorry. Two weeks ago, you were screwed
out of the SGW Women's World championship against Jinny... and now,
Jax wipes tears from her eyes.
Where do you go from here?
[ Nia Jax
] Charly... it's been a long road to
get where I am today. When I showed up in SGW, no one respected me.
No one thought I was talented enough to make it... but I fought and
I earned that title shot I had two week ago at Supremacy... only to
have it robbed from me--
The fans erupt in boos as Hikaru Shida and Shoko Nakajima emerge
from the back with Nurse Ratchet in tow. Nia Jax slides off the
apron and prepares herself for a fight. Dr. Cube appears on the
Golden-Tron, drawing even more heat from the fans.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] You wish to complain about being
ROBBED, Irresistible Force? You know nothing of the sort... for I
was the most powerful being in the universe... for a time.
He clenches a fist.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] But now... rather than be consumed by
taking over all of time and space, I will reset my focus on taking
over Solid Gold Wrestling... and THAT... is where YOU come in, my
Nia Jax looks confused.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] You said it yourself! The Solid Gold
Wrestling elite do not value you! They don't think you belong
here... and once you had your treasured title shot yanked out from
under you, did anyone from the Championship Committee offer to make
Nia Jax shakes her head, pouting.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] That's right. They didn't! BUT I
He shakes his fist.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] I WILL MAKE YOU A CHAMPION!
And then he points at himself with his thumb.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] I WILL MAKE YOU... MY... CHAMPION!
Nia Jax looks at Charly and then back at the screen, confused.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] Join me! Be my most prized KAIJU!
He leans forward into the camera.
[ Dr. Cube-2
Nia Jax grabs the microphone from Charly.
[ Nia Jax
] NO! NEVER! I'LL NEVER JOIN YOUR
STUPID ARMY, DR. CUBE!
Cube leans back from the camera and shakes his oversized head.
[ Dr. Cube-2
] You seem confused. I wasn't giving
you a CHOICE!
The screen goes dark and Hikaru Shida, Shoko Nakajima, and Nurse
Ratchet march down the ramp, converging on Nia Jax and raining down
forearm blows! Nia Jax drops to one knee and then POWERS UP,
throwing all three women in different directions! The fans pop huge
as Shoko returns to her feet and charges at Jax... ONLY TO GET A
FACE BREAKER PUNCH! Shoko goes down! Jax turns around and catches
Nurse Ratchet coming in hot! She hoists her onto her shoulders...
SAMOAN DROP ON THE FLOOR! Nia Jax returns to her feet and Hikaru
Shida comes flying in with a KNEE STRIKE! The impact sends Jax
backward into the rail! Shida charges with ANOTHER knee strike but
Jax catches her around the knees and DUMPS HER over the rail and
into the front row!
Dr. Cube's Army has been vanquished!
Nia Jax stomps around, pounding on her chest. She points at herself
and begins shouting "I DON'T NEED CUBE'S ARMY! I CAN BE A MONSTER
ALL ON MY OWN!" Nia Jax leaves up the ramp. She turns around on the
stage and raises her fists in the air as we fade out.
The Real SGW World
Champion, Bryan Danielson, is walking backstage in his ring gear
with the title around his waist. He looks worse for wear following
the beating he took from The Origin. He stumbles upon Val Venis talking
with Ruby Riott and Diamond Dallas Page.
Look at this meeting of the minds.
Danielson’s interruption cuts the ongoing conversation off where it
was at. Venis stares Danielson down before speaking to him.
Can I help you with something?
Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a meetin’, Jack?
For everything he’s done in SGW thus far and with everyone he’s
beaten, Danielson still finds himself slighted at times. You can see
how badly it bothers him.
I’m sorry. Who are you?
Monkey boy, you kiddin’?
I just didn’t see a title around your waist and you were
interrupting the REAL World Champion, so I just assumed if you were
STUPID enough to do that then you must be new around here.
DDP moves towards Danielson but Val blocks him.
Venis ] I
Venis and Danielson are now face to face, the first true meeting
between the two World Champions in the company.
This is a Team SGW meeting.
Why do you think I’m here?
Page ] Oh
Danielson cuts his eyes at DDP and looks back to Venis.
I can’t even recall the last time I’ve been pinned or submitted in
SGW, unlike your two teammates here. I have defended this title more
times than you. I have been on every show since the beginning! While
you were watching in the front row at Revenge, I was in the main
Danielson continues pleading his case.
You were Mr. SGW, a long time ago. In a world that no longer exists.
Danielson shoves his finger into his sternum.
That belt? Outdated. You? A nostalgia act riding a wave of luck and
nothing else. Your buddy, DDP, a crybaby. Your progressive pick,
He snarls at the sight of her.
Fickle? Come over here and I’ll show you fickle.
If you want to win at Body Count, then you only have one option. The
Origin put their hands on the wrong guy tonight. I get revenge...
and SGW gets the benefit of having the BEST WRESTLER IN THE WORLD
representing it. It's win-win for everybody.
Val, come on..
Venis is thinking it over.
You have a point, Danielson.
Ruby buries her face in her hands.
With Kev, Cody, hell even Daniels as captains on the Body Count
matches, it’s more imperative than ever to pick the right people for
Venis stares down Danielson.
Venis ] We
have to set egos aside and do what’s best for the company.
And you know you’re going to lose if you don’t have leadership like
me. Admit it.
You do bring a different set of skills to the table.
Venis shakes his head. He can’t believe it.
Fine. Welcome to the team.
Danielson rubs his hands together with a big smile on his face after
basically forcing himself onto Team SGW.
Consider this offer me doing SGW the biggest favor since Edge agreed
to drop the belt to help run the place. Team SGW deserves a REAL
World Champion to be part of it. It NEEDS the Real World Champion to
lead this team to victory.
Well, it’s in luck because the only World Champion in SGW is leading
Kevin Nash is a captain for another Body Count team. You did mean
your buddy, Nash, right? Because there’s no chance in hell you
retain tonight. Just like there’s no chance in hell you three beat
The Origin at Body Count.
Kev and I are going to have a great match. Don’t you worry about me.
The title around my waist, the one I’ve held twice, it’s the only
one that matters. Whatever you have around your waist is meaningless
until you face someone worthy and actually finish the match.
It goes in one ear and out the other.
I’m sorry, Val. I can’t hear you.
Venis ] I
Because I’m zoning you out.
Danielson gets in Venis’ face.
Because you’re a piece of shit.
A quick follow up.
And I don't listen to the opinions of pieces of shit.
Danielson walks off as Ruby approaches Venis.
Can we trust him?
DDP dramatically throws his hands in the air.
Venis sighs. He didn't plan on this fourth member of the team, but
he knows deep down it's the right decision regardless.
But inside that ring, he’s damn good. He might just be our ace in
Bro, more like the snake in the hen house!
As Venis watches Danielson walk off, we return to the ring for our
next match. Team SGW now has four members to take on The Origin as
the Body Count main event continues to get more stacked!
Rick Knox | Time Limit - 30:00
The Miz pulls on the
ropes as AJ Gray marches around the ring. Rick Knox calls for the
bell and this one has started. The Miz continues nonchalantly
stretching until he sees an opening. He tries for a left-handed
lariat but AJ Gray ducks! Clothesline from AJ Gray! Miz gets up,
kick to the gut, SIT OUT POWERBOMB!
It’s ova’ already!
One, two, kick out! Miz rolls out of the ring and into the open arms
of his wife, Maryse, on the outside. The begins calling for a time
out and the fans in the front row are giving him down the road.
Maryse runs her hands through his hair, giving him a pep talk and
rubbing his back. This is not what he had in mind!
The Miz’s SGW debut isn’t going as he imagined in the opening
I hope this match goes all night.
Big fan of these two?
If by ‘these two,’ you mean the two fat titties resting underneath
Maryse’s chin, then you’re god damn right! I’d watch her walk around
all night. Holler!
AJ Gray is on the apron and dives off, hitting Miz with a double axe
handle! On the outside, Gray continues his attack, chopping Miz so
hard it echoed throughout the arena. He chops Miz again and Miz
tries separating himself from Gray. Maryse comes in for the save,
spinning Gray around and slapping his across the face!
Mrs. Miz is getting involved!
Tell ‘er to come over here and do that to me next!
Gray rubs his cheek and smiles. He advances on Maryse but here’s Miz.
Miz hits a running knee to the back of Gray and then rolls him into
the ring. Reality Check! The running knee and neckbreaker
combination gets a quick two. Maryse’s interference turned the tide
in this one into Miz’s favor. Miz stays on Gray and boots him in the
face as he tries to get up. Snap DDT! Another two count! Miz begins
arguing with the referee, screaming “Don’t you know who I am?! Count
faster!” Miz whips Gray into the corner and charges, hitting a big
clothesline! To rub it in, Miz hangs on the ropes a little longer,
drawing the ire of the fans. He rolls off and takes a few steps
back, preparing to do it again, but Gray ducks! Miz lands hard in
the corner. Backstabber! One, two, AJ Gray almost had it!
Here comes AJ Gray! He has a chance to get anotha’ big win!
Staying on his opponent, Gray bodyslams Miz down and goes up top,
LEG DROP! One, two, thre- kick out! A kick out at literally the last
second! AJ Gray begins pumping his fists, he can feel the momentum
shift at victory at hand.
The A-Lister is about to become A-Loser, guys!
NOT FUCKIN’ FUNNY!
You’re not Mauro, Tony. Don’t be that guy.
Gray picks Miz off the mat and situates him for the Nashville Nuke!
Miz manages to slide out and he pushes Gray against the ropes, where
Maryse grabs his ankle. Miz recovers while Gray turns his attention
Maryse strikes again!
The Miz is up, MIZARD OF OZ! One, two, kick out! AJ Gray will not
give in! Miz picks Gray up but Gray slaps Miz’s hands away, STIFF
BETA! One, two, kick out! Miz got caught off guard and the action
goes back and forth.
That was one helluva’ lariat!
AJ Gray picks Miz up and looks to finish it off. The Miz rakes the
eyes! SKULL CRUSHING FINALE out of nowhere! Miz drapes an arm over
Gray as the referee counts - one, two, three! The Miz wins!
8:33 via Pinfall
] What an impressive debut victory by
The Miz, but guys, we have to give credit to AJ Gray for the valiant
It was neck and neck, back and forth, but in the end, the veteran
used a desperation move to secure a victory!
Maryse enters the ring and kisses her husband as his hand is raised
in the air. Miz looks down at the fallen AJ Gray and scoffs at the
sight of the man who took him to the limit in his debut match. The
Miz is here in SGW and the future for the A-Lister looks bright!
Meanwhile, in a
secluded corridor backstage, Nunzio is standing in front of a brick
wall, practically seething with anger.
] I know a lotta youse seem to think
you know the way things work around here. You get the ins-and-outs
of the business better than anybody else, huh?
He flings his hand as if to say yeah right. His leather jacket
squeaks as the material rubs against itself.
] Well, I got news for all of you wise
guys out there – and let me go ahead and correct myself, wise guys
and we got a couple of girls running around here who think they can
step up and run the streets like the big boys. Two of youse in
particular are on my mind a lot lately.
The Don holds up two fingers.
] That’s you, Ruby Riott, and you,
Juventud Guerrera. You two bozos have ya’ little long-standing issue
and romance and whatever else in the hell you to want to call it –
none of that matters to me. None of that affects my money…none of
that affects my business.
The Don narrows his eyes.
] What does affect my business…and what
does affect my money is the fact that you two dragged me into the
middle of one of your little lovers spats.
On commentary, Tony Schiavone he loses his cool.
What?! That isn’t true at all! Nunzio butted into their argument and
then it got physical!
] Now, I’m sure some of you probably
don’t remember it that way, but trust me – because I have a mind
like a steel trap – I don’t never forget nothing!
The Don taps the side of his head, the universal symbol for “yeah,
] So both of you can listen up and be
sure that you got all of the wax out of your ears so you hear me for
each and every word I say. Whichever one of you has the Limitless
Championship is irrelevant. Whichever one of you is on top that
night and on bottom that night is irrelevant. The only thing that
affects me, the only thing that affects my business, the only thing
that affects my money?
The Boss holds his fist up.
] …is that I will be getting my sweet
revenge on the both of you. You two can’t hide behind SGW and the
Origins…because justice is comin’ your way. There’s a high
likelihood there’s gonna be a Body Count…before…Body Count. Ya’see?
Nunzio hold his hands to his side
] Now, if you don’t believe me, you can
go ahead and ask Paul London or that no good raper Matt Riddles just
how trustworthy I can be. The only problem is — to talk to either
one of them, you’ll either need to have a scuba suit or a shovel
because you can trust me when I say that both of them are buried way
deeper than you could ever, ever hope to find them.
He goes to step out of the view of the camera but stops suddenly
poking his head back in with a single lifted finger beside it.
] Allegedly! Allegedly.
As the Don walks away, we fade.
Paul Turner | Time Limit - 30:00
Paul Turner calls
for the bell and Teddy Hart immediately hops through the ropes and
climbs to the top turnbuckle and steadies himself on the top rope.
Zack Sabre, Jr. looks on with a confused look, backing himself into
the corner on the opposite side of the ring.
What in the world is Teddy Hart doing?
He’s all about the high risks!
Without looking, and knowing ZSJ is nowhere in the vicinity, Teddy
Hart jumps and does a moonsault off the top rope! He lands on the
ring mat and hops right back up and goes to the top rope once again!
ZSJ’s jaw is on the floor.
What is this idiot doin’!?
Scott, Teddy Hart subscribes to the high risk-high intensity
lifestyle inside a professional wrestling ring. This is as much
giving people their money’s worth as it is trying to win!
THIS IS STUPID!
Teddy Hart dives off the top and hits a big splash on the mat! Hart
comes up clutching his ribs and begins pumping his fists with his
free hand. The fans are going insane as this maniac sacrificed his
well-being for their entertainment. ZSJ runs up behind Teddy Hart
and puts him in a Full Nelson. He goes for a Dragon Suplex but Hart
flips out of it! Dropkick! He picks Sabre up, Hammerlock Cradle DDT!
One, two, kick out!
Huge kick out from Zack Sabre!
Teddy Hart’s strategy is workin’ thus far!
Teddy grabs Sabre’s legs but ZSJ rolls him up - one, two, kickout!
ZSJ is back up and kicks Teddy on the side of the head with a
Penalty Kick! He goes for another pin but Hart kicks out. ZSJ grabs
Teddy’s right hand and cranks his fingers backwards. With Sabre
standing over Teddy, he’s using his leverage to twist Hart’s arm
into a pretzel.
Look at this little string bean and his submission moves! Actin’
like he’s somethin’ special. Newsflash, Slim, you ain’t shit
compared to Big Poppa Pump, the greatest technical wrestler of all
Scotty, YOU, you… You are the greatest technical wrestler of all
YOU GONNA’ DOUBT ME?
ZSJ twists Teddy’s
arm and pulls him off the mat and hooks the other arm, Butterfly
Suplex. One, two, kick out! Hart Destroyer! One, two, no! Rolling
elbow from ZSJ! Teddy blocks a Penalty Kick and sends ZSJ to the
mat. Big leg drop! Teddy goes up top, HART ATTACK MOONSAULT! He goes
back up to the top rope, OPEN HART SURGERY - ZSJ SOMEHOW REVERSES IT
INTO A CROSS ARM BREAKER! Sabre slams his heels into Teddy’s chest
and shoulder as he rips back on the move. Teddy uses his stretch to
roll on his side but ZSJ rears back even more and Teddy has no
choice but to tap out to save his shoulder!
ZACK SABRE, JR.
6:47 via Submission
] What a big win for Zack Sabre, Jr.!
And now he's off to be suspended indefinitely!
ZSJ goes down to one knee and wipes the sweat off of his forehead as
Teddy Hart rolls to the outside. Zack Sabre picks up a big win here
tonight but Stevie Ray and Lance Storm make their way down to the
ring to escort him away from the ringside area.
is standing by holding a microphone. He has his index finger pressed
against his ear as if he’s waiting for a signal of some sort.
Ah yes! Hello! Danhausen here! Number one wrestler and number one
interviewer in the Golden Wrestlinghausen.
No matter the situation, his squeaky voice and bug eyes are always
front and center, taking attention away from anything else.
People say, ‘Danhausen, you are the best! You should be World
Champion!’ To which I look at them and go ‘Which one? There’s TWO!’
Danhausen doesn’t know which to challenge for.
He taps his chin.
Although, I suppose I could just win them both. This will provide
Danhausen with multiple sacks of money!
He clenches his hand into a fist and turns his voice into a deeper
Then SGW will give Danhausen his blimp to go with the sacks of
El Generico walks up and looks at Danhausen. Even with a mask on, he
can’t hide the confusion on his face.
¡Amigo! Me hablo sobre partido.
What? Danhausen doesn’t speak Spanish!
¡Me hablo! SPEAK! In.. INTERVIEW!
AH! Very good!
Danhausen nods in delight as someone finally wants to be interviewed
by him. First time for everything.
I will break the language barrier and now interview this fair-complected
¡EL GENERICO, NUMERO UNO!
Generico flashes the number one to the camera.
Okay, first question. Tonight you face Beer Money with your chubby
friend. Does he eat all of the foodhausen and not let you eat any
¡OLE! EL GENERICO, NUMERO UNO!
Generico flashes the number one once again. Danhausen is frustrated.
No! Danhausen asked if your fat friend eats all of your food, not
Kevin Steen walks in and grabs Generico by the back of the mask and
pulls him away.
Why don’t you ask me yourself.
Ahem. Danhausen here! I am now exchanging words with Kevin Owen
Steen takes the microphone from Danhausen’s hand and throws it on
the ground and immediately stomps on it.
Generico, were you talking to this piece of shit?
Steen spits on the microphone.
Tell you new little friend here that we don’t have time for
interviews, because all I’m worried about, and all you should be
worried about, is DESTROYING Beer Money in that ring tonight!
Generico lowers his head while Steen's cheeks are turning blood red
from shouting at his partner.
Tell him! Tell the clown!
Danhausen isn’t a clow-
Shut the FUCK up!
Steen turns back to Generico who is dejected and speaks softly.
No time.. No hablo to-
You shut the fuck up too, Generico! Both of you!
Steen blasts a snot rocket right into Danhausen’s face and drags
Generico off camera with him by grabbing the tassels hanging from
his mask. Danhausen wipes the snot off of his face.
Danhausen watches them walk off and shrugs.
It’s ‘love that Danhausen,’ not ‘blow all of your bodily fluids on
Mike Chioda | Time Limit - 30:00
introductions, MJF continues sauntering around the ringside area,
jawing with fans and doing nothing but raising the tensions in the
arena to a new level. Darby is in the ring, ready for action, but
MJF ignores the referee’s demands to get in. Darby, having seen
enough, hits the ropes and dives through, colliding into MJF and
sending them both into the nearby guard rail!
That’s one way to start!
Darby picks MJF up and slams MJF’s face into the rails. MJF tries
escaping but Darby shoves MJF into the nearby ring post as well.
Things aren’t going well for Friedman until Wardlow steps in between
the two, allowing some time for MJF to recover.
Here’s Wardlow throwing himself into the mix. What an intimidating
He’s only intimidatin’ ‘cause he’s standin’ face to face with a
small child! Look at ‘em!
Darby shows no fear and steps up to Wardlow, who begins cracking his
knuckles. Darby jumps to the apron, into the ring, and then dives
onto MJF again, completely side-stepping Wardlow! Wardlow grabs
Darby and slings him effortlessly into the front row of fans and
helps MJF up.
MJF should be disqualified!
Unfortunately fa’ Darby, the match has yet to begin!
MJF enters the ring, clutching the side of his head, and demands the
ten count begin. Wardlow looks on outside, his arms crossed, doing
his best impression of a statue. The camera shows Darby working his
way to his feet in the sea of fans. The ten count begins. As the
count grows to four, then five, Darby rolls over the railing and is
met by Wardlow.
Wardlow is blocking Darby from entering! He’s trying to secure an
easy win for his associate!
Darby hears the count growing - six, seven, eight - and nothing he
does shakes Wardlow from blocking him. Finally, Darby slides under
Wardlow’s legs and into the ring at nine! Wardlow slams the apron as
MJF swings for a clothesline but Darby ducks, Float-Over Stunner!
MJF staggers back and Darby hits a basement dropkick to the knees
and then another once MJF is on the mat! Darby crawls on top of MJF
and begins swinging lefts and rights, some connecting and some being
blocked. The fans are chanting Darby’s name as MJF is in trouble.
Look at this kid! He’s actin’ like a tough guy! Tell ‘em to come
swing at me and I’ll use ‘em for a fuckin’ toothpick!
Darby Allin fights with tremendous heart, Scott!
Darby kicks MJF in the gut, CODE RED! One, two, th- kick out! MJF is
back up and rakes Darby in the eyes and body slams him to the
ground. He then picks Darby up and puts his neck against the middle
rope and chokes him until the five count is administered. As he
breaks it, Wardlow decides to get in on the action with the referee
distracted. MJF grabs Darby and picks him up for a high back body
drop! As he goes for the pin, Darby rolls him up! One, two, kick
out! Darby rolls as MJF advances and goes to the middle turnbuckle
and dives off for a Tornado DDT! Wardlow grabs Darby’s leg as he
hits the ropes, tripping him.
This is gettin’ ridiculous!
Darby goes to the top rope, COFFIN DROP ON AN UNSUSPECTING WARDLOW!
Both Darby and Wardlow are down on the outside!
Darby has seen enough! But it may be his downfall in this match!
I don’t think it’s about the win anymore, Tony!
MJF looks on, laughing at Darby sacrificing himself to take Wardlow
out and not him. We take a shot on the outside with Darby trying to
pull himself up off the ground.
WHO IS THIS?!
Jon Moxley is here!
The camera pans back to the ring and JON MOXLEY stands behind MJF!
MJF turns around, Moxley blasts him with a clothesline and the
referee calls for the bell immediately. MJF is back to his feet,
screaming for Wardlow, as Moxley pounces. The two trade punches
until Wardlow enters the ring and downs Moxley. Wardlow picks Moxley
up but he slides off, kick to the gut, PARADIGM SHIFT! MJF knocks
Moxley to the ground and begins stomping on him as officials come
down and break things up.
MAXWELL JACOB FRIEDMAN
10:03 via Disqualification
] Jon Moxley cost the match for Darby,
but got his hands on MJF!
Darby looks on as the fighting ensues. As things escalate, there's
chaos everywhere you look with a big brawl unfolding before our very
eyes! Besides the officials, we have road agents hitting the scene
to try to break things up.
Moxley and MJF have unfinished business!
But now isn’t time the time for any o’ this!
It takes several minutes, but finally, the referees and road agents
are able to break everyone apart. The fans are loving it, instantly
forgetting about the controversial finish to the match. With Moxley
and MJF separated, things are returning to normal. Darby’s music
begins blaring over the arena’s PA system, bringing the fans to
their feet as we cut to the back.
Hart has his hands on the barrel of a camera, dragging it over to an
[ Teddy Hart
] Now stand right there! Hold the
camera straight! C’mon, man, damn! Now, count me down.
Hart ] ARE
YOU SERIOUS! COUNT ME DOWN! This is ridiculous! Who hired these
Hart rolls his neck, preparing for his interview time, clearly
unaware that the camera is already filming.
…alright Teddy. Here we go…three..two…
The cameraman gives the inaudible ‘one’ and Teddy’s eyes cut towards
the camera aggressively.
Hart ] Let
me ask you all a question. Do you think I give a FUCK about a match
tonight? At some bogus Rivals event?!
Hart snarls, shaking his head left and right.
Hart ] I
ABSOLUTELY DO NOT. NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST. YOU KNOW WHY?
Teddy smirks and points to the side of his head.
Hart ] I’m
confident in myself. I’m confident in my abilities. And what’s more?
I’m confident in the guys drafting teams for Body Count. They know
who Teddy Hart is…they know what Teddy Hart can do out there in that
ring. I know for a FACT I’ll be a high draft pick because, quite
frankly, I’m the craziest mother fucker in this whole damn company –
and I’ll do what-the-fuck-ever it takes to win!
Teddy flexes and poses, holding it still for a moment.
…alright, how was that?
The cameraman is quiet for a moment, probably weighing the thought
of telling Teddy they were still live, but instead just goes with
…great, Ted. Just great. Best of luck to you.
Teddy smirks and nods, taking off to the left as the cameraman sighs
out deeply and we cut away.
Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 30:00
Generico and Storm
to start. Storm works early on to ground Generico to slow down the
high flying maneuvers with headlocks and takedowns. Generico’s size
disadvantage comes into play, as the heavier Storm wears him down
with his weight. Steen screams at Generico from the corner,
demanding he get tagged in, but Beer Money constantly tag in and
out, cutting the ring in half as often as they can.
This is an excellent display o’ tag team wrestlin’.
Not bad for a drunk guy and a man with a mustache!
Roode stomps away on Generico’s back and makes matters worse with a
tilt-a-whirl backbreaker for a near fall! The abuse is adding up on
Generico, but the fans are rallying loudly behind the luchadore.
Roode slams Generico down and goes for an elbow drop but Generico
rolls out of the way! He turns and realizes he’s on the wrong side
of the ring for the tag. He spins around, Spinebuster! One, two,
kick out! Storm is in and sends Generico into the corner with an
I don’t know who I’m rootin’ for here. The tag team division is
stacked but lemme tell you this, I think both these teams are shit!
You got a fat ass and a man in a mask takin’ on a fat ass and a man
with a mustache!
These are two of the best teams in the business.
THEY SUCK, I SAID!
Storm tags Roode in and taunt Steen, D.U.I.! NO! GENERICO SLIDES
OUT! Generico ducks a double clothesline and tags Steen in!
Here comes big Kevin Steen!
Steen comes in like a house on fire and hits a Pop Up Powerbomb on
James Storm! Roode swings but Steen ducks and hits a Blue Thunder
Bomb. He whips Roode so hard into the corner that he drops to the
ground. RUNNING CANNONBALL! James Storm slides back into the ring
but he has a beer bottle!
Storm rears back but Generico makes the save with a running boot! He
takes the beer bottle and smashes Storm over the head with it and
sends him to the outside! Steen grabs Generico by the back of the
mask and tells him it’s time to finish. Steen grabs Roode, PACKAGE
PILEDRIVER! He rolls Roode through into the waiting arms of Generico,
BRAINBUSTER! Steen goes up top, SENTON!
I’VE NEVER SEEN SHIT FLY!
Steen covers and Aubrey is quick on the scene - one, two, three!
Kevin Steen and El Generico get another win in a hard fought
contest! Generico clutches his back, feeling the effects of the
damage sustained earlier in the match. Steen slaps him on the back
of the head, yelling "SUCK IT UP!" as their music hits and the fans
are going wild.
KEVIN STEEN & EL GENERICO
9:31 via Pinfall
] That was a hard-fought contest
b'tween two great teams!
Really a fun match. Congratulations to the winners.
El Generico throws his hand in the air as the fans respond with a
thunderous "OLE!", drawing the ire of Steen once again.
Nevertheless, these two have picked up another big win in the
division as their match to tag team gold here in SGW continues! The
division had better look out. The camera gives us one more shot of a
celebrating El Generico and Kevin Steen before switching to the
Caruso stands in front of the custom SGW interview set and is joined
by Darby Allin. Darby’s facepaint is smeared over half of his face
and he looks like he would rather be anywhere else in the world than
where he is.
Please welcome my guest at this time, Darby Allin!
Darby looks down at the floor, deep in his thoughts as Charly
continues her introduction.
There’s a few things I want to ask you about, but first, let’s talk
about your debut tonight against MJF.
Darby lifts the hood on his jacket over his head and speaks so
softly you have to really pay attention to him.
That match was tainted.
Disappointment fills his voice.
You finally make it to the big leagues and you have this vision in
your head of how everything’s going to go. You can see it unfold in
your mind, hell, you can even hear the crowd reacting to every big
move and nearfall. So Jon, thanks for ruining my debut with your
selfishness. I’ll remember that for down the line.
And MJF, we’ll cross paths once again. Don’t worry. I don’t want to
talk about all of that, Charly. That’s not why I agreed to this
interview. I want to talk about Jimmy Havoc.
She shifts gears.
Two weeks ago at Supremacy, you endured the wrath of a frustrated,
disappointed Jimmy Havoc.
Jimmy Havoc is a failure. Plain and simple. He couldn’t get it done
against Adam Cole. He couldn’t win WrestleBrawl 3. He couldn’t beat
Val Venis. Hell, now he's up and disappeared. Who knows when he'll
Jimmy... you ever find your way back around. I'll be waiting.
He shows no fear, no hesitation in his challenge.
Bring your ax and your sour ass attitude. You want
to take your losses out on me like I had something to do about it?
I’ll give you one more to cry about. Until then, on to the next
one... I don't need you to make me famous.
Darby walks off-camera. With Havoc seemingly gone for now, where
does Darby Allin go from here?
Rick Knox | Time Limit - 30:00
Sasha Banks and
Bayley are seated at the announce table with their SGW Twinstar
Championships resting in front of them, joining the announce team
for the following match!
Ladies and gentlemen, we're being joined by the SGW World Twinstar
Champions! Sasha Banks and Bayley!
A warm welcome to the champs! Congratulations on ya' huge win at
Really? That was a HUGE win?
] Yeah! Hey! I thought you guys were
supposed to show us the proper respect! Not ask stupid questions
like the rest of the SHEEP out there!
I didn't mean anything by it, ladies!
Sure you didn't, Nigel. Just sit down and shut up--
] Yeah, shut your FACE!
BAYLEY! Please! Do not interrupt me.
Shut your FACE, Nigel. Just shut it. Your hate speech offends me.
] Yeah! Let's just see who wins this
match, so we know who our next HUGE match is against! Right, Sasha?
Shoko and Shida are both worse for wear after their altercation with
Nia Jax earlier tonight. The match begins with Kylie Rae and
Starlight Kid in the ring. They shake hands and bow to one
another... but AZM flies off the top rope and nails Kylie Rae with a
MISSILE DROPKICK! Kylie rolls out of the ring! Starlight and AZM
argue about sportsmanship... until Maki Itoh charges in, flips them
both off, and nails them with a double clothesline!
And the action is off to a non-stop start!
] Look at these idiots! What even IS
These amateurs have NO control. That brings me to another question.
Isn't this a tag team division? Aren't these titles TAG TEAM titles?
It seems like there's never any tags in these matches.
Starlight and AZM both roll out of the ring and here come Shida and
Shoko! The fans erupt in boos as Shida and Shoko both whip Itoh into
the rope and nail her with a double dropkick! However, as soon as
they land, they both run to opposite sides of the ring and fly
through the ropes! SHIDA WIPES OUT KYLIE RAE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!
SHOKO WIPES OUT AZM AND STARLIGHT KID WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!
Look at them, they're paying tribute to me. Remember when I did the
suicide dive at Supremacy? I AM A TRENDSETTER, NIGEL. YOU SHOULD
I wasn't even talking!
YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE PART OF THE PROBLEM IN SGW!
Shida pulls Kylie Rae up off the mat and throws her under the bottom
rope. She follows her in but IMMEDIATELY gets drilled with a running
headbutt from Itoh! Shida balls back through the ropes and Itoh
helps Kylie Rae to her feet. Shoko Nakajima returns to the ring and
Kylie Rae whips Maki Itoh in her direction! Itoh leaps... and DRILLS
SHOKO WITH A LEAPING HEADBUTT!
] Kylie Rae is nothing but a punk!
Everything she does is a rip-off--
She's nothing but Hand Me Down Bayley!
] YEAH! SHE'S HAND ME DOWN BAYLEY!
Because everything she does, everything ABOUT HER, she took from me!
See!? I'm a TRENDSETTER, too!
Shoko goes down flat on her back and Maki Itoh turns right around
into... STEREO MISSILE DROPKICKS FROM STARLIGHT AND AZM! Starlight
and AZM return to their feet and Starlight instantly gets taken down
by a clothesline from Kylie Rae, who immediately looks like she
feels bad about it! AZM whips Kylie around and boots her in the
stomach before giving her a SNAP SUPLEX, returning to her feet, and
hitting her with a STANDING DOUBLE STOMP!
Right to the mid-section!
She's got some padding, she can take it.
] This match is a JOKE, right, Sasha?
We already beat the two idiot kids! The other two teams?! WHO EVEN
CARES?! Everyone just KNEW Team Kick would beat us! Christian even
had the name plates changed on our titles before we went out at
Supremacy, but we proved EVERYBODY WRONG!
That match at Supremacy... was the MOST IMPORTANT MATCH OF MY
LIFE... it was my dream... my DREAM, Nigel... to walk away
victorious on the night that Papa Jeff retired from all of
wrestling. That win was for Jeff Jarrett. Gone but not forgotten...
because the checks still clear!
] The CHECKS STILL CLEAR, SHEEP!
AZM begins clapping her hands, rallying the fans behind her... and
she runs to the ropes... but gets caught on the turnaround with a
FLYING KNEE FROM SHIDA! AZM falls through the ropes to the floor!
Shida waits on Kylie Rae to return to a seated position and
charges... TAMASHII NO THREE COUNT! Shida covers! ONE! TWO! THR--
STARLIGHT KID BREAKS THE PIN! Starlight takes Shida by the hair and
takes her to the ropes. She forces Shida through the ropes and onto
the apron before dropkicking her feet out from under her! Shida
falls to the floor and Starlight turns right around into SLINGBLADE
CLOTHESLINE from Shoko Nakajima! Starlight rolls out of the ring and
Shoko turns right around into a SWINGING NECKBREAKER from Kylie Rae!
As soon as Shoko hits the mat, Maki Itoh flies from the top rope...
FLYING BIG HEAD! She covers as Kylie Rae keeps anyone from
interfering! ONE! TWO! THREE!
ITOH RESPECT ARMY
7:59 via Pinfall
As soon as the three
count is registered, Sasha and Bayley stand up behind the table and
begin applauding, along with the live crowd.
What a win, right? Such inspiration.
] Big respect to the winners, NOT!
Let's go congratulate them! That was a HUGE win! They should be
congratulated, right? Right! Let's go, Bayley!
] Yeah, big congrats coming up!
Bayley and Sasha collect their titles and climb into the ring where
Kylie Rae and Maki Itoh are celebrating their hardfought victory.
Sasha and Bayley stand nose to nose with them and hold up their
championship belts, drawing big heat from the fans. They lower the
championships onto their shoulders and then offer their hands. Itoh
looks suspicious... but Kylie accepts the gesture from Bayley and
gets a BOOT to the stomach! It's an all out brawl! The fans are
going nuts as Sasha and Bayley both whip Itoh and Kylie to the
ropes... only to get reversed! Sasha and Bayley hit the ropes at the
same time and stop themselves! They drop and rolls out of the ring,
snatching the titles in the process!
The gauntlet has been laid down!
Sasha and Bayley escape up the ramp with their Twinstar titles as
Maki Itoh and Kylie Rae stand in the middle of the ring, ready for
action! With a final shot of Itoh and Kylie Rae, we fade out!
Kelley is standing by with AJ Gray. Gray has a towel over his
shoulders and looks dejected.
AJ Gray, you came up just short tonight against The Miz thanks to
the help of Maryse.
Gray cuts her off.
[ AJ Gray
] No excuses.
He shakes his head and dabs his forehead with the towel.
[ AJ Gray
] Yeah, that bimbo messed around in the
match, but at the end of the day, that pin fall was on me. I
should’ve finished him off when I had the chance.
So far in SGW, you have a win and a loss, and with the Body Count
draft coming up, where do you see your draft stock at?
After a few moments of contemplation, he responds.
[ AJ Gray
] I do worry about that. I’m new. I’m
still trying to see where I fit in within this historical place. One
thing I can promise, though, any captain out there what’s watching
this, take a chance on me if you wanna’ win.
Then, Beer Money - James Storm and Bobby Roode - come into the
scene. Storm shoves an ice cold beer bottle into Gray’s chest.
Son! Turn that frown upside down and have yer’self a beer!
There’s no need in being worried. That was one hell of an effort out
there tonight, AJ. You showed yourself just fine.
James Storm clinks his beer bottle against the top of Gray’s. The
two begin drinking as Roode continues.
You take on Miz again without Maryse around and that outcome is
Ain’t no doubt about that!
Something catches Storm’s eye.
What in the hell..
Storm yanks off his sunglasses and looks off camera. The camera pans
over to reveal Orange Cassidy propped against the wall, hands in his
pockets. Storm walks over to him and snaps his fingers in front of
Cassidy’s eyes to no response.
Storm ] Is
He snaps his fingers again.
Lookie here! We got us a dead fella’!
[ AJ Gray
] He ain’t dead. That’s his thing.
Hey little buddy, you thirsty?
Storm reaches into his back pocket and pulls out another beer. He
pops the top on it and presses it against Orange Cassidy’s lips. As
Cassidy doesn’t respond, Storm turns the bottle up against his lips
and the beer pours all over Cassidy’s lips and down on his shirt.
C’mon Storm, that’s wasting good beer!
The beer finally starts dripping to the floor from Cassidy’s shirt
and mouth but Storm stops when Trent and Chuck appear.
Well, well, well.
Trent, first off, congratulations on losing the question mark.
Second off, fellas, I think our pal, O.C., here isn’t quite
interested in your liquid courage.
Orange Cassidy is the bravest man I know!
Look at this sumbitch! He’s fearless! He don’t need your damn
The camera zooms in on an almost-comatose Orange Cassidy, arms
crossed, slumped against the wall.
So guys, my advice to you two is just to step the HECK back,
Storm pours the last bit of his beer in his mouth and smashes the
bottle against the wall, breaking it in half. With the top half in
his hands, Storm looks ready to act.
Talkin’ like that’s a good way to get yer asses kicked, boys!
Oh shit! We’re about to be in a bar fight!
Trent spears James Storm and knocks the broken bottle from his
hands. Chuck goes after Bobby Roode and the fight is on! All four
men are battling back and forth as Orange Cassidy pushes himself off
the wall and slowly, like, disgustingly, impossibly slowly unfolds a
steel chair. He sighs and steps up on it and puts his hands back in
his pockets. Orange Cassidy stage dives off the chair and onto Beer
Money! He might have been two feet taller than the others, but the
half-dive was a battering ram and took the two down! As Best Friends
go back on the attack, here come Team Tremendous!
Alright, alright, alright!
Bill Carr blows a whistle.
Time to break this crap up!
Barry ] Do
not make us use excessive force!
AJ Gray looks to Cathy Kelley.
[ AJ Gray
] So, this interview is over, right?
Kelley ] I
mean, yeah. A huge fight has just broken out.
[ AJ Gray
In a hurry, AJ Gray sprints off camera and disappears. Team
Tremendous is breaking the melee up as Cathy nods, she finally
Oh, I get why he left.
She looks on as Bill Carr holds a can of tear gas, threatening to
use it to break the fight up.
It’s funny, but yet sad. A true case study of America in 2020.
Orange Cassidy approaches her. He swipes his hair to the side and
stares her down.
The scene fades.
We quickly cut away
to another area backstage where we see Triple H standing by in a
three piece suit with Stephanie McMahon looking over his shoulder.
He's watching the entrances for our main event world title match on
a monitor. The live crowd gives a strong mixed reaction as he takes
a deep breath.
[ Triple H
] Val Venis... Kevin Nash...
Stephanie smiles confidently.
[ Triple H
] No matter who walks away from this
match as the champion... heh... let's just say they shouldn't get
too comfortable with that strap around their waist.
He looks over his shoulder at Stephanie.
[ Triple H
] Because in two weeks, they're gonna
be standing across the ring from The Cerebral Assassin... The
Game... and the King of Kings... and once I have that championship
in my possession, I'll be on my way to Body Count, taking all
comers... because unlike Val Venis...
[ Triple H
] I run toward challenges.
And then he looks back toward the camera.
[ Triple H
] Not away from them.
We head to the ring for the main event!
The stirring excitement in the arena is
broken by “the Dirt,” signaling the arrival of the challenger for
the SGW World Heavyweight Championship.
It’s time, guys! The Heavyweight Championship is about to be
From behind the curtain pushes Kevin Nash, stalking slowly to the
ring with his eyes cast before him, all-business, without much
desire for fun and games in his gait. Stepping over the top rope and
into the ring, Nash throws his fist into the air, eliciting a pop
from the San Diego fans as he settles into his corner.
BIG SEXY! It’s his time! He’s ready, bitches!
After a brief silence for Nash to wring his wrists and gently
stretch his neck, “Glory Days” hits the speakers and brings out the
two-time Solid Gold Wrestling Champion, Val Venis.
And here’s the champion! Val Venis – he’s defended that championship
and this company for months from the Origin forces and I think
tonight’s test is one of physical threat, for sure, but the mental
and emotional strain of facing a best friend is a tough test to
As Venis reaches the ring, he climbs the ropes and lifts the
championship high into the air before locking eyes with Nash across
the ring, a small smile shared between the long-time friends.
That’s why it’s best to not have friends when you’re the champion!
You gotta beat everyone! No friends! Only victims!
As Referee Paul Turner lifts the Title Belt high into the air again,
standing between champion and challenger, the atmosphere in the
arena shifts, growing more serious as Nash and Venis make their way
to center ring, saving maybe five feet of space between themselves
for Turner to back away and watch carefully as Venis extends his
A sign of respect – let’s see if Nash takes the handshake or prefers
to keep his distance before the biggest match of his SGW career
Nash accepts the hand and the two shake, another small smile
spreading across their mouths as they stifle them, getting settled
in before Turner calls for the bell, kicking off the main event
between these two long-time allies.
Paul Turner | Time Limit - 60:00
] Now the game begins! It’s not about
Vegas! It’s not about friendships…and it’s most certainly not about
the damn E-anything. This is the biggest dance in the game for the
SGW World Heavyweight Championship.
Venis’ control of Nash’s wrist transitions to a hammerlock, then to
a side headlock, wrenching away at the big man’s head and neck. Big
Sexy forces Venis into the ropes and off, firing him ahead and into
the ropes! Venis rebounds and Nash fakes a big boot, but Val dead
stops and locks eyes with Nash – no smiles. No love. Only game-faces
and seriousness and the San Diego fans pop again for their efforts
Even playing field despite Nash’s physical advantages…
But Venis has been in this match, on this field more! Nash has never
been the SGW World Champion – and I’d wager he’s had less than a
handful’s shots at the belt, either!
Nash throws Venis’ half of a collar-and-elbow tie-up off, wrenching
his friend in a waist-lock before lifting him up and slamming him
face-first to the mat. Venis goes to rise off the mat and Nash takes
him by the arm and wrenches it, keeping Val at his arm’s length and
forcing the champion towards the turnbuckles – and WHAM! Nash drives
a big elbow into Venis’ head and neck! WHAM! Another! WHAM!
WHAM-WHAM-WHAM! Nash backs off and plants his foot into Venis’
throat, stretching his leg and choking the champion, only ceasing as
Turner reaches the count of four.
Smart play from Big Sexy! Choke his ass!
Nash watches as Venis crawls to the ropes, lifting his hands to the
middle cable to pull himself up, stopping for a brief respite on the
second level. Big Sexy realizes the opportunity at hand and propels
himself into the ropes, charging off and across the ring to
guillotine Venis – but Val moves!
Venis moves! Nash is stuck in the ropes! Just like last month, guys!
Working quickly, Venis hits Nash with a neckbreaker, driving the
challenger into the canvas with authority. Val covers – only scoring
about a one-and-a-half count. Venis reaches to Nash’s legs and pulls
him into the center of the ring, watching as his friend’s face
mangles with pain as he stresses the joints in his long-worn limbs.
Venis hesitates slightly, keeping his grip on Nash’s leg and looking
around the arena for a bit of approval – before Nash kicks him in
the gut with his other leg! Venis recovers, wrenching the ankle
again before tightly applying a reverse figure four leg lock,
cleverly titled the Venis Fly Trap!
VENIS FLY TRAP! Nash’s legs must be killing him!
GET OUT OF THERE, NASH! GO!
Nash, maneuvering backwards on his elbows, reaches his long arm out
and only just snags the bottom rope – but Venis wisely keeps the
hold on until the count of three, adding more wear to the
A strange choice from Venis, and yet, you have to admire the
killer’s instinct in EVERY situation!
Back to his feet, Venis continues his assault on Nash, switching
gears to the big man’s back with a flurry of stomps and a
well-placed elbow drop. Nash begins elbow-crawling towards the
ropes, doing his best to escape Val’s attack. Venis stops and
watches as his friend maneuvers towards the ropes, the two men
locking eyes for a moment as Nash screams.
Just do it, Val! Shit, man…what do you really think of me?
Venis storms over and throws a punch – connects! Nash stumbles up –
a HUGE right hand from Big Sexy! Venis throws another – and Nash
responds in kind! Venis is dazed and Nash grabs him up, dropping him
to the mat with a sidewalk slam! And a cover! One! Two! NO! Venis
WHAT A KICKOUT! Venis is still rolling, gentlemen!
Nash looks down at Venis and pulls him up, both men moving slowly
after the surprisingly intense physicality of the match thus far.
Nash scoops Venis to his shoulder and storms into the corner,
dropping Val down face-first into the turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes!
Val stumbles out into center ring and turns – right into Nash’s
grip! Big Sexy hooks Venis for a suplex before leaning down to hook
his left leg!
Fans, it looks like…it looks like Nash is…
Dipping into Venis’ playbook here! He’s got him up!
But Venis redistributes his weight and drops to his feet! He breaks
Nash’s fisherman grip and stomps the big man on the toe, applying
his own leg hook and bringing Big Sexy overhead with a Fisherman
BUT VENIS KNOWS THE TRICKS! He’s got him planted and covered!
ONE! TWO! TH—NO! NO! Nash is out! He kicked out!
Venis wipes sweat from his brow and looks around the arena, then
again to Nash, surely thinking about all the times they’ve fought
one another…and together…over their years-long friendship. Val rises
and climbs slowly out of the ring before planting his foot onto the
bottom turnbuckle and pulling himself upwards.
MOVE, NASH! GO! MOVE!
He’s climbing! This is the finishing touch!
Venis reaches the top rope, standing up completely and looking at
nothing in the 20,000-strong arena. In fact, only he and Kevin Nash
may as well exist in this moment as he stands solemnly on the top
rope, preparing himself.
Venis is up top!
This could end it!
Money Shot incoming!!
AND NASH MOVES!
NASH MOVES! VENIS IS DOWN!
Venis eats the canvas! He’s stunned on his knees, dazed completely
as the big man rises slowly and pulls down his singlet straps! He
wrenches Val by the neck and pulls him into powerbomb position! Big
Sexy hurls Venis up to his shoulders, pauses a moment – and
JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB!! BIG SEXY’S BIGGEST SHOT!
Venis plants into the mat, but Nash isn’t finished and lifts Val by
his left arm, pulling him back into powerbomb position before
hurling him down, crashing into the canvas on the top of his back in
THIS COULD BE IT, GENTLEMEN! HISTORY COULD BE HERE!
With the fans screaming at the top of their lungs, the world
seemingly stands still as Nash kneels and hooks both legs, locking
them tightly as Turner counts!
WINNER & NEW CHAMPION
9:16 via Pinfall
As “the Dirt” blares
over the speakers, the San Diego fans explode with a chorus of
reactions – mostly positive – for the shocking result – we have a
new Solid Gold Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion!
PLAY THE FUCKIN’ WOLFPAC THEME, DAMMIT! THIS IS CAUSE FOR
KEVIN NASH! HAS DONE IT!
Big Sexy has weaved an absolute career renaissance! He’s won the
Elevation Championship, defended the gold and now – he IS! THE! SGW
World Heavyweight Champion!
Nash looks at the shiny gold championship in his hand and then lifts
it high into the air, shouting victoriously before turning back to
Venis, reaching his hand down to the former champion to assist him.
And a show of sportsmanship from the new champion to one of his very
best friends in the whole world…
Venis stands, looking at Nash, then to the championship he has
proudly carried and defended since WrestleBrawl 3 in March, and
finally back to his friend. The two members of the Vegas Connection
share a moment, speaking inaudibly to one another until a smile
breaks across Venis’ face. Nash smirks, too, and the two men embrace
for a moment before Venis lifts Nash’s hand high into the air, a
raucous response boiling in the arena.
AND LIKEWISE! WHAT A CLASS ACT IS VAL VENIS! THIS MAN IS SGW
THROUGH-AND-THROUGH! WHAT A MOMENT!
Val Venis drops to the mat in a disjointed crumble of humanity! It’s
Adam Cole! Adam Cole swung a steel chair as hard as he possibly
could and struck Val Venis right in the base of the neck and back of
SWEET JESUS! LORD ALMIGHTY!
NO! NO! NO NO NO!
Well, Venis is fucked!
NO KIDDING, SCOTT! HE HASN’T MOVED!
The Origin is right behind Cole into the ring, Cole himself taking
Nash on with a flurry of punches until he’s joined by Chris Jericho!
Jericho and Cole are wrecking Nash with stiff strikes as the Big
Nasty stands on the back of Venis’ neck, Paul Turner’s best efforts
to stop him only dust in the wind. Guerrera and Corino each get a
stomp in on Nash until –
IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!
A thunderous ovation explodes from San Diego as Bryan Danielson,
Ruby Riott, and Diamond Dallas Page dash down the aisle and hit the
ring! Juventud throws a clothesline – but Riott ducks and SMASHES
HIM with a roundhouse kick, sending him to the floor! Corino tosses
a superkick towards Page, but DDP grabs it and spins him out –
DIAMOND CUTTER! Corino’s on the ground! Danielson runs across the
ring and PLANTS Jericho with a huge knee strike, sending the
Intercontinental Champion flying!
Team SGW! They’re taking no prisoners here tonight! And good on
The Big Nasty rushes to stop the madness occurring, but Kevin Nash
swings the steel chair, bashing Wight in the back, sending him over
the ropes to the protective mats, still never leaving his feet!
THAT JUST LEAVES ADAM COLE!
Still in the ring, Cole takes a final cheap shot, stomping Val Venis
in the back of the skull before leaping through the middle and top
rope to the floor, laughing all the way as he swipes a live
microphone on his way to reunite with the Origin.
Cole ] Ah
hah ha! HAHAHA! Now you’re REALLY FUCKED, BOYS! THAT’S RIGHT! Your
stupid team captain, the man who lost to FATHER FREAKIN’ TIME IN
THERE – he’s down! He’s out! And let me spoil it for you…he’s not
EVER getting back up!!
YOU MISERABLE BASTARD! YOU CUT HIM DOWN! YOU DID THIS!
Cole ] So
not only are you clowns down ONE MAN – you’re down two by my count!
Danielson…Riott…DDP! You three are like the world’s worst answer to
‘name three wrestlers who can SUCK! ADAM COLE’S! DIIII—
Before Cole can finish his thought, a horn blares over the speakers
and the entire arena’s attention shifts to the GoldenTron, where
we’re treated to a beautiful shot of Cole’s 2020 Lexus LC 500. It’s
white paint is glistening under the lights in the private lot and
the only thing rivalling its’ shine is Cole’s grin.
WHAT A NIGHT! SEE THAT BEAUTIFUL AUTOMOBILE?! THAT’S A GIFT BECAUSE
I AM A WINNER! I DO WHAT MUST BE DONE! I AM ADAM COLE, BAY BAY!
As the fans cheer along with Cole, another horn breaks their
applause and attention is returned to the screen. Suddenly, a
massive black monster truck bursts into the frame, driving up behind
the gorgeous Lexus as the fans explode again and a pale sickness
washes over Cole’s face!
The massive truck is roaring down the line, nearing full-speed
towards the LC 500!
Cole ] NO!
NO! NO NO NO NO NO!
THE TRUCK DRIVES RIGHT OVER THE LEXUS, SMASHING THE LUXURY VEHICLE
UNDERNEATH IT’S GARGANTUAN TIRES! The horn blares again as Cole
drops to his knees, mouth agape and hands on his head as the San
Diego fans roar in approval.
HOLY MOLY! HOLY MOLY! THIS IS PANDEMONIUM!
THAT IS A $95,000 CAR!
The roaring crowd is quickly spoken over by a mysterious, raspy
] HEY ADAM!
The door to the truck swings open wildly – and STONE COLD STEVE
AUSTIN climbs onto the roof of the truck, still parked atop the
Cold Steve Austin ]
You little measly-mouthed sunnavabitch, you can’t count no good! I
see five’a you Origin sons’a bitches there and I see three’a team
SGW in the ring there, but son, you’ve got a math lesson comin’ from
‘ole Stone Cold…
HEY! MATHS IS MY GIMMICK!
Stone Cold is absolutely rabid! Look at his eyes!
Cole looks at the screen with absolute malice in his eyes as Austin
lifts a middle finger toward the camera and San Diego goes nuclear.
Cold Steve Austin ]
THAT’S ONE DAMN MORE RIGHT THERE! FOR YOU, COLE, YOU PRETTY BOY
SUNNAVABITCH! STONE COLD’S ON TEAM SGW, AND THAT’S THE BOTTOM
LIIIIIINE…BECAUSE STONE COLD SAID SO!
The glass shatters and the screen goes black again as Team SGW gains
another member and San Diego roars their approval. The Origin forces
regroup and pull Cole to his feet, dragging him through the curtain
and to the back as medical professionals sweep the ring to attend to
former champion Val Venis. Team SGW’s Danielson, Riott, and DDP, as
well as new SGW World Heavyweight Champion Kevin Nash have no choice
but to watch helplessly as the doctors attend to Venis and we fade
away to black.
END OF TRANSMISSION.