Saturday, July 25th, 2020 | The Electric Ballroom | London, England, United Kingdom

Commentators - Tony Schiavone, Nigel McGuinness, & Scott Steiner

Dark Matches
- Beer Money (James Storm & Bobby Roode) def. Mark Andrews & Flash Morgan Webster via Pinfall w/ Super Kick in 2:39
- Cody Rhodes def. Rampage Brown via Pinfall w/ Cross Rhodes in 6:18
- The Briscoe Brothers def. Aussie Open (Kyle Fletcher & Mark Davis) via Pinfall w/ Springboard Jay Driller in 3:07

Earlier Today.

Chris Jericho drops his suitcase on the ground and slams the trunk on his black rental car. After getting situated, he begins rolling it behind him as he makes his way to the arena doors. He’s wearing a spiked leather jacket with a scarf, black leather pants, black gloves, and a black fedora cocked to one side. In the July heat, he has to be smothering.

[ Adam Cole ] Hi, Chris.

His march to the arena is cut off by Adam Cole. Dr. Britt Baker stands alongside him as Arn Anderson, Steve Corino, and the Big Nasty flank each side of them.

[ Adam Cole ] Got anything you want to tell me?

Jericho looks oblivious.

[ Chris Jericho ] Uh, no?

Jericho shrugs his shoulders.

[ Chris Jericho ] Nice to see you guys?

Jericho takes two steps forward but is stopped once again by Cole.

[ Adam Cole ] So you don’t have anything you want to tell me? Nothing at all? Nothing about how you tried to recruit my own damn girlfriend to help you stab me in the back and take over The Origin?

Jericho has a tremendous poker face.

[ Chris Jericho ] Well, that’s super precise.

He plays it cool.

[ Chris Jericho ] But nice try, ass face. I never tried to betray you. I’m Team Origin all the way.

Jericho makes a throat slicing motion in Britt’s direction.

[ Chris Jericho ] You have no proof!

[ Adam Cole ] Oh, I have a LOT of evidence to the contrary!

Jericho remains defiant.

[ Chris Jericho ] Screw your “proof” or your assumptions, Cole! I don’t need to go behind your back to take this group from you because everybody knows who the true leader of The Origin really is.

He snaps his sunglasses off his face.

[ Chris Jericho ] And you’re lookin’ at him.

Jericho unzips his leather jacket to reveal the SGW Intercontinental Championship.

[ Chris Jericho ] Because I’m the only one holding gold. No you, bay-bay.. Not Corino, not Big Nasty, nobody.

[ Steve Corino ] Well, Juventud has gold.

Jericho looks perplexed.

[ Chris Jericho ] Who?

[ Steve Corino ] Limitless Champ. The Juice.

Jericho waves Corino off.

[ Chris Jericho ] That guy hasn’t been here in a month. I don’t even know who he is.

[ Big Nasty ] But you knew him enough to know he hasn’t been here.

[ Chris Jericho ] Yeah. And you threw Steve Austin’s idiot head off the top of a damn building and he’s still alive, too, isn’t he?

[ Arn Anderson ] What does that have to do with this?

Jericho is frustrated.

[ Chris Jericho ] It means you can all shut your ass! That’s what it means, ARN!

[ Arn Anderson ] What did you say to me?

Cole intervenes before things escalate to the point of no return.

[ Adam Cole ] I got this, Arn.

He looks to Jericho.

[ Adam Cole ] You wanna’ be the leader, Chris? Prove it by taking out Diamond Dallas Page tonight by.. YOURSELF!

Cole motions to the rest of The Origin.

[ Adam Cole ] Because we’re not going to be there to help you.

Cole confidently winks at Jericho, who is beside himself right now.

[ Adam Cole ] But you got this, right?

Cole turns and walks away with the rest of the group following suit. Jericho slams his sunglasses on the pavement and stomps on them with his black leather boot. He’s basically frothing at the mouth at this point.

[ Chris Jericho ] Adam Cole.. You stupid son of a bitch...

The scene fades.

Referee - Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 30:00

Darby Allin and Drew Parker are radiating chaotic energy as the bell rings, rushing the Origin with a series of stiff strikes, driving Cole and Corino to the arena floor as the London fans roar in approval.

[ Tony Schiavone ] IT’S A LONDON RIOT!

Nigel just sighs out deeply as Darby climbs to the top turnbuckle.

[ Scott Steiner ] I hope you die, Schiavone. Just flat-out fuckin’ die.

Darby soars off the top with a Coffin Drop, splattering Corino into the arena floor as Parker dives through the top and middle ropes with a suicide dive, wiping out the number one contender Adam Cole! Allin and Parker rise from the ground at nearly the same time and lock eyes before taking Corino by the arms and hurling him into the ring! London approves, then roars approvingly as Allin and Parker take Cole by his shoulders and ram him back first into the barricade before sliding into the ring to attack Corino.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] A wild start, for sure, but you’ve got to think Aubrey will do her best to retain order, here, right?

Back in the ring, Corino fires a half-hearted superkick for Parker, but he catches the King of Old School’s foot and repositions himself, leaving Steve wide open for a running neckbreaker from Darby Allin! Parker follows up the drop with a double foot stomp, then runs off the ropes and connects with a rolling senton, using his momentum to form a make-shift platform for Allin! The Urchin Prince yells for Allin to run off his back and Darby does so, using the extra height to propel himself up and down with a big leg drop to Corino’s throat! Cover! One! Two! No! Steve Corino kicks out!

[ Tony Schiavone ] We’re off to a hot start here, guys – it sure seems like Darby Allin and Drew Parker are on the same page, too! Do you think the two of them worked out some sort of game plan before the match?

[ Scott Steiner ] I think they’d be stupid sons’a bitches NOT to have!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Plan or no plan, there’s certainly an element of ‘unsaid fluidity’ between this makeshift team!

Parker lifts Corino and pops him with a left hook, then an Atomic Drop before staggering backwards and allowing Allin to blind tag into the match. Parker lifts Corino again and drives him down with another Atomic Drop, then ducks, holding Corino in place for a Missile Dropkick from Darby! Allin covers – “only a two,” says Aubrey!

Corino slips a low blow into the night’s agenda and drives Darby into his corner, shoulder tackling the skateboarder as Adam Cole tags in, taking over with a series of stiff boots to the chest. Cole maintains an advantage with a knee drop to Darby’s lower leg, applying a figure four leg lock to weaken Allin’s limb.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] A sound strategy from Adam Cole that I wouldn’t be surprised to see him employ as soon as two weeks from tonight against SGW World Champion Kevin Nash, gentlemen! We could be watching a very-near two-time SGW World Champion here and now!

[ Tony Schiavone ] From one multiple-time champion’s opinions, Cole’s gotta be at the tippy-top…OF HIS GAME! To beat Big Sexy, he’s gotta be near perfect! Nash has a mind like a steel trap!

Darby squirms a leg free and plants his boot into Cole’s chin, then begins crawling across the ring for the outstretched hand of the Urchin Prince – but Cole grabs his ankle and pulls him in, plowing away at Allin’s half-painted face with a big series of fists! Standing and throwing his fingers into the air, the fans scream “ADAM COLE, BAY BAY!” along with the arrogant leader of the Origin. Turning his attention back to Allin finally, Cole is surprised by a big dropkick! And another! Allin’s off the ropes, but Cole pops him up and off – SUPERKICK! No! Allin catches it and pulls him in – bearhug DDT! Both men are down and London is electric!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Both men are down! Both men are down! Who’s going to take this match? Who’s going to be the first to capitalize on this lapse in offense?

Allin and Cole both begin wrenching slowly towards their corners, reaching out for the slightest touch of their partners’ fingertips, as a tag would provide new life to the matchup – and Cole is there! Corino is legal! The King of Old School steps through the ropes and charges – but Allin’s there, too! Parker gets the tag, springboarding up and off the top rope with a gorgeous springboard cross body!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] The Urchin Prince will see you now, Steven!

Both men are up and Parker is shooting off the ropes, leaping into the air and connecting with a flying forearm to Corino! Parker kips up and turns into Adam Cole, who throws a punch – and connects! Parker cracks his neck and PLOWS forward with a headbutt, knocking Cole to the mat as London roars for their favorite Urchin Prince! Corino is up – and Parker knocks him right back down with a spinning wheel kick!

[ Scott Steiner ] DAMN! This kid is on fire!

Parker immediately runs, leaping into the air and double stomping Adam Cole to shoot a little pain-laced adrenaline into his body before climbing the turnbuckles and pushing his curly hair from his face as he stands, waiting patiently for Cole to stand!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Drew Parker’s ready to finish this matchup here and now!

Parker dives as Cole stands, then realizes Parker is diving and bends at the waist, panicked – but the Urchin Prince lands in a piledriver position on Cole – and launches himself forward! URCHIN DESTROYER! Parker is down and wiped out and Cole takes the martinéte to the skull and comes up to his feet, somehow fighting through the pain and charging Darby with a Panama Destroyer of his own! Cole slumps to the mat as Darby uses the momentum and charges ahead, taking Steve Corino up and over sloppily with a flip piledriver of his own!! Allin is down and out, but Corino’s body is WRECKED, literally only moving on momentum as he stumbles into Drew Parker, haphazardly locking him into a piledriver position!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Get the hell out of heah. No way Corino does that.

And of course, Nigel is correct. Corino points Aubrey away, drops to a knee and punches Parker right in the balls before connecting with a superkick! Allin stumbles up, doing his best to break up the fall, but Cole strikes with a superkick of his own, knocking Allin to the mat with a THWACK! Watching from the mat, Corino is quickly hooking both legs and pulling Parker’s tights to finally put the matchup away for the Origin duo.


“End of the Revolution” hits and Corino falls to the mat, exhausted. Eventually Cole nudges his Origin compatriot from the ring and lifts him up, holding him with an arm over his shoulders.

[ Tony Schiavone ] What a shame! Drew Parker and Darby Allin gave a wonderful effort here tonight, but the sneaky Corino took this win from them! I’m so sick of the Origin’s scheming and trickery!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Sick of them or not, the Origin WIN – and as such, they’re going to keep doing what they’re doing! Steve Corino just pinned a hell of a competitor tonight!

Inside the ring, Aubrey Edwards is checking on the down and defeated Allin and Parker, but the London fans are cheering them as if they’ve won.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] An impressive performance from both men tonight, gentlemen!

[ Scott Steiner ] Either way – THEY LOST! Adam Cole, Steve Corino! These bastards win again – but don’t worry, Cole – you’re on BORROWED TIME, BITCH! TOKYO, CHINA – YOUR ASS BELONGS TO BIG SEXY!

We get a final shot of Cole and Corino, smirking and licking their wounds as we fade away.

Backstage, Nick Aldis is seen in the middle of addressing his team, What Caused Aldis. His nose is in the air as he looks down on Marc Mero, Johnny Solid Gold, The rock, and D’Lo Brown in pure disgust. Kamille and Stuart Bennett stand to his left with Bennett holding the black velvet bag underneath his right arm.

[ Nick Aldis ] It goes without saying, gentlemen, that what happened at ReVolution..

He snarls.

[ Nick Aldis ] Was disgusting.

Aldis makes direct eye contact with Johnny Solid Gold.

[ Nick Aldis ] You, you lost in record time to The Miz of all people. Disgusting.

[ Johnny Solid Gold ] Whoa, whoa, I wasn’t even on your team two weeks ago. Judas Mesias was.

[ Nick Aldis ] Addition by subtraction, I suppose.

Aldis looks to Mero.

[ Nick Aldis ] And you, Marc, it’s like you didn’t even try, mate.

[ Marc Mero ] Well, I am sixty-years-old.

[ Nick Aldis ] And SGW’s.. Ahem.. beloved World Champion is sixty-one. No excuses.

Mero lowers his head as Aldis next turns his attention to The Rock, who isn’t paying any attention to what’s going on.

[ Nick Aldis ] And Dewayne, a former two-time SGW Champion.. When’s the last time you had a match let alone won one?

The Rock swipes his cell phone and puts it up to his ear.

[ The Rock ] Whoa, whoa, whoa, talk to The Rock!

He listens intently as Aldis becomes befuddled.

[ The Rock ] No, The Rock isn’t doing anything important.

Aldis looks to the rest of the members of his team as The Rock flashes a big smile.

[ The Rock ] Sounds good. Sounds good. Oh, no, no -Thank YOU, Mr. President!

[ D’Lo Brown ] What in the..

The Rock ends his call and slides the phone back into his pocket.

[ The Rock ] As you can tell, The Rock was on a very important call.

[ Nick Aldis ] With the President..

[ The Rock ] The Rock says it was the President.

[ D’Lo Brown ] Of America?

Aldis scoffs.

[ Nick Aldis ] D’Lo. No.

He shakes his head.

[ Nick Aldis ] Don’t encourage this.


[ Marc Mero ] There’s only one Nebraska. Do you mean the Dakotas or the Carolinas?


The Rock drags his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and cocks his eyebrow.

[ The Rock ] Pound.. Town… CHANT IT!

Aldis huffs as the fans watching in the arena begin chanting “POUND! TOWN!” Doing his best to drown it out and get it back on track, Aldis quickly speaks up..

[ Nick Aldis ] Listen, while you all sit here and watch.. Dewayne.. Fill your brains with his nonsensical phrases to get trending on social media, I’ll be going to get ready to show you all what a winner looks like when I teach the despicable leader of Disrespect U a lesson tonight.

He takes the velvet bag from Bennett and grips it tightly with both hands.

[ Nick Aldis ] You all disgust me.

Aldis, Bennett, and Kamille exit the room as The Rock gets back on the phone. The scene fades.

Referee - Paul Turner | Time Limit - 30:00

Commentators across the internet continually referenced how this contest between members of the Filthy Family could very well be the hoss-fight of the millennium, and it’s clear than neither Jacob Fatu nor A.J. Gray have any concern for what people were saying about the match to come – instead both the Samoan Werewolf and Rich Homie Juice are focused solely on the other, charging into center ring with a series of lightning-fast right hands as the London fans explode with excitement!

[ Tony Schiavone ] I wonder why these two members of the Filthy Family team are facing off here tonight?

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Many online have speculated that Chris Dickinson has decided that if his teammates are to be battle-tested before Body Count, why not against the men he trusts most to be dangerous – his own team!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Strange rationale…

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Fair enough, Tony – consider the source, though! Chris Dickinson is something of a wildcard, as well!

Referee Paul Turner grimaces as Gray pops Fatu in the jaw with a massive right hand before flying into the ropes and delivering a STIFF Omega in the same spot! London roars in approval as Fatu stumbles back, but explodes ahead with a massive overhand slap, echoing around the arena with impact off of Rich Homie Juice’s pectorals! Not waiting for Gray to allow the pain to resonate, Fatu storms ahead and plants his open hand across Gray’s chest again! And again!

[ Scott Steiner ] These two big ‘ole bastards should beat the hell outta each other for one reason – and it ain’t Dickinson! – it’s because if you ain’t tryin’ta be the best – get the hell out!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Cracking point, Scott, and it looks like Fatu is sending that message with those enormous shots to the chest!

Fatu shoots Gray off the ropes and throws a wild lariat, but Gray ducks and continues along with his momentum, scoring with a big leg lariat, stunning Fatu! Gray pushes off the mat and shoves Fatu back a step, blasting him with a huge STIFF Beta Lariat! Fatu falls onto his shoulders and Gray makes the cover – only a one, though, says Turner!

Before Fatu can rise, Gray kips up off the mat and rushes to the top rope, repositioning himself carefully across the ropes before leaping high into the air and smashing the Samoan Werewolf with the Juice Splash! Another cover – one! Two! NO! Fatu is out again!

[ Tony Schiavone ] The athleticism of A.J. Gray is astounding! He can do amazing things to be so…well, THICC, as the kids say!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Tony, I don’t think you know what you’re saying.

Gray slaps the mat and climbs up the ropes again, this time from inside the ring and launches himself again, this time with a beautiful moonsault – but Fatu rolls out of the way, leaving no water in the pool for Rich Homie Juice! As he registers the pain in his abdomen, Fatu grabs Gray by the waistband and pulls him in, deadlifting his beefy opponent in a backdrop driver! The London fans roar as Gray bounces off the mat!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Seen and felt far too many backdrop drivers to be comfortable watching them! What a disgusting landing!

Wasting no time, Fatu leaps to the middle rope and then, the top turnbuckle, flying himself with a moonsault all his own! The London fans are going nuts as the Werewolf makes the cover – one! Two! No! Fatu glares at Turner before lifting Gray from the mat, preparing him for the pop-up Samoan Drop, but Gray responds with a stiff slap to the jaws, rocking Fatu! Gray applies a wristlock and do-si-dos around his opponent, clapping him with a Ripcord Headbutt – but Gray got the worst of it!


Fatu snarls through any remnant pain and looks at Gray, who only lifts a middle finger towards the Samoan Werewolf! A huge pop from the London fans, but Fatu shoots Gray into the ropes, tosses the muscular Homie into the air and PLANTS him with the pop-up Samoan Drop!

[ Tony Schiavone ] God Almighty, what a move!

Fatu latches both legs tightly and makes the cover – one! Two! Three!


As the bell rings, the Samoan Werewolf releases Gray’s legs and rolls off of him, pressing up to his feet from the mat and taking a deep breath.

[ Scott Steiner ] You know what – helluva lotta respect for these two sons’a bitches! That Fatu’s got a move you could put fuckin’ anyone down with, too!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Each time you see it, it’s more impressive – and he just hit it on a man the size of A.J. Gray!

Fatu hasn’t taken his eyes off of Gray, who is gripping his abdomen on the mat, still lying still after the devastating Pop-Up Samoan Drop. Fatu takes a moment to study Gray, then joins Josef Samael outside the ring, marching to the back the winner of a very entertaining hoss-battle.

[ Tony Schiavone ] You have to wonder guys, will Chris Dickinson have any regrets having these two bruisers taking hunks out of one another before Body Count has even begun?!

Inside the ring, Gray has posted up on the bottom rope, looking around the Electric Ballroom as the thankful London fans applaud his efforts. He rises and bows respectfully before heading up the ramp himself.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] You honestly can never tell with the Dirty Daddy, gentlemen!

We fade away from the ringside area as A.J. Gray lifts his hand, thankful to the international audience even after a crushing defeat.

A sudden cut – it appears as if a camera (and it’s wielder) is being dragged around!

[ Tony Schiavone ] What in the world is going on here?!

After a moment, Drew Parker’s face, sweaty, with cracks and worn wells for the drips of perspiration across his forehead and cheeks, comes into frame. He breathes out slowly and speaks with a quiet, believable authority.

[ Drew Parker ] Win or lose, does it ever really matter? Seriously. Does it matter?

He scoffs and laughs to himself.

[ Tony Schiavone ] This young man is seriously falling off the edge!

Parker’s eyes well up, sweat and paint surely stinging in them. He speaks again, to no one in particular, it seems.

[ Drew Parker ] This wuhld…she keeps ticking on no matta’ ‘ow broken you are. No matter whether you’re livin’a dead, it just keeps rolling on.

Another chortle.

[ Drew Parker ] I don’t…care…about the tag team match tonight. It’s not going to do me any good to worry about a result. I beat the hell outta’ Danielson. Outta’ Riott. I’m here to fight. Results be damned.

Parker turns and faces the camera.

[ Drew Parker ] All’at said, I’m still owed a title match, right? An’ I’ve been jus’ sittin’ on it, but it’s high toime I cash it in. I bled foh’ it. I died foh’ it. Now…I’m callin’ you out. Juventud Guerrera.

The London fans pop to hear the name of the Limitless Champion. Parker cocks his head to the side.

[ Drew Parker ] Mate…where tha’fock ‘ya been? Layin’ dead on the streets? Livin’ lahge? Does it mattah? I don’t think so. Ya’ been missin’, but oy! I’m callin’ ya, Guerrera. If ya’ve got any guts…lemme see ‘em. Let’s see what’s inside ya’ at the Tokyo Dome. Putcha’ belt on tha’ line and see if what’s built inside me lasts longer in the fire than what’s set inside you.

A rather large commotion of people suddenly storms through the door of the room, but Parker doesn’t really flinch or move, just releases the camera gently and begins staring off at the wall as the rest of Jackknife Inc. fill the re-centered shot.

[ Nunzio ] Well, this looks like it’d be the fockin’ place if only the giant bastard would be troubled enough to show up!

The Don’s surly expression matches his sentiment. Darby Allin is dead behind the eyes, practically, absolutely still thinking about his match from earlier in the evening before turning towards Nunzio.

[ Darby Allin ] You already knew he wouldn’t be here. Why are you surprised when you’re correct?

Nunzio turns incredulously towards Allin and speaks.

[ Nunzio ] I’m sorry, Skull Face, but I come from tha’ old school! The belief ‘dat when ya’ hire a team’a guys to do a job, ya’ give’em their fockin’ instructions, capisce?!

Allin doesn’t reply and stares coldly back at Nunzio, who rolls his eyes and turns to Pinkie Sanchez.

[ Nunzio ] Hey, handsome, you get what I’m sayin’?

[ Pinkie Sanchez ] I do not.

[ Nunzio ] Exactly, see? He gets what I’m sayi—wait, what?! You pullin’ my leg, paisan?!

Sanchez’ gaze tracks down to Nunzio’s leg and he reaches out to attempt to pull it.

[ Pinkie Sanchez ] I…I don’t think I would see the benefit of that, either.

Nunzio pinches the bridge of his nose.

[ Nunzio ] <to himself> Jesus Christ, the kid’s an idiot.

He claps his hands and smiles.

[ Nunzio ] Alright, listen up, now. Alla’ya’s, listen up!

The room’s attention turns to the Don, who holds his hands out in front of him and speaks slowly, calmly. Fatherly, even!

[ Nunzio ] This is two shows…in a row…that’s a month! Two shows…where Kevin Nash…y’know…big, tall ass guy? Long, gray hair? Big shiny belt? This team, alla’us are on? Jackknife…Inc…?

No movement around the room as Nunz carries on.

[ Nunzio ] He’s nowhere t’be seen! I don’t see him! Do yous?!

No response.

[ Nunzio ] So heeh’s what we’re gunna do…from now on…I’m gunna be the leedah…of Jackknife Inc. Now…

Nunzio puts his fingertips together and smiles again.

[ Nunzio ] Does that make sense to all’a yous?

The room is silent for a moment as London murmurs in the background.

[ Drew Parker ] Not at all, mate.

[ Darby Allin ] Absolutely not.

[ Pinkie Sanchez ] I’m still trying to wrap my head around the logistics of pulling your leg.

A big pop from the Electric Ballroom as Nunzio scowls, then storms out, muttering to himself.

[ Nunzio ] Y’know what, the guy can’t be bothered to show up, he can’t pick a team with functionin’ brains, what the hell’s the guy good for?

Darby looks to Pinkie, who looks to Parker, who continues staring at the wall, before they stand in silence and we fade.

Referee - Mike Chioda | Time Limit - 30:00

The Second City Saint, representing the newly renamed ‘Fallen Five,’ kicks off the contest with a series of skilled technical holds and transitions, maneuvering circles around the Miz, who cannot manage to get a leg up in the early going.

[ Tony Schiavone ] CM Punk is one of the most skilled grapplers on the entire Solid Gold Wrestling roster – and this is a great example of his talents in action!

[ Scott Steiner ] You sound like such an asshole when you talk! Just shut the hell up!

Miz simply cannot get out of the gate against the technical mastery Punk has on display, falling victim to a Tiger Spin and drop toe hold, whirling over the A-Lister’s back and into a side headlock. Eventually, the Most Must-See Superstar in SGW plants his foot into the back of Punk’s knee to take advantage, quickly resorting to a hot shot across the top rope to snare momentum for himself.

[ Tony Schiavone ] You see there, Mike Chioda is telling the Miz not to use the ropes and I think the Miz only had that option – CM Punk was outwrestling him at EVERY turn!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] It sure seems like Christopher Daniels is pleased thus far, though!

Outside Punk’s corner, the leader of the Fallen Five is clapping, showing strong support for the now-downed Punker. On the opposite side of the ring, Colt Cabana is nowhere to be found – instead, Prince Devitt is standing confidently, watching the Miz with a flat expression and a twinkle in his eye.

[ Tony Schiavone ] MAN. Something about this Prince Devitt is just…awesome! I like this guy!

Miz maintains his advantage, hitting Punk with a backbreaker and a seated dropkick for a one count, applying his own side headlock to keep the Chicago-Made Punk down on the mat. Devitt golf-claps as the Miz stands, facetiously clapping his own hands for his weakened opponent. Looking over, Miz toothily grins at Devitt before dropping a knee across Punk’s neck, covering for a two count.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Did you guys know that Prince Devitt is from IRELAND?

Neither of the other commentators replies, only watching as Miz retrieves Punk from the mat and eats a huge right-hand slap! And a left! Spinning kick to the gut! Rising kick clatters Miz in the chest and face! Punk’s off the ropes – LEG LARIAT! Punk stands up and whirls around, screaming out for the fans in London to get pumped with him and they oblige! On the outside, Christopher Daniels is giving two thumbs up, nodding his head up and down!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Wow! Apparently Prince Devitt is an avid collector of Lego!


Punk’s climbed up onto the top rope and soars off – Crooked Moonsault! The rare flying attack hits the mark and Punk shoots up, throwing his hands apart and waiting for Miz to rise up off the mat! As the A-Lister stands, Punk scoops him up onto his shoulders, preparing for the Go 2 Sleep – but Devitt is on the apron and points Chioda towards Daniels, advising that the Fallen Angel has a weapon!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] What?!

Chioda quickly goes to investigate the claims, giving Devitt time to pull Miz off of Punk’s shoulders and BLAST the Fallen Five member with a right hand! Punk staggers – right into the SKULL CRUSHING FINALE! Miz hooks both legs, pulling back tight – One! Two! Three!

THE MIZ via PINFALL in 07:13

“I Came to Play” hits the speakers and a wicked grin spreads across Prince Devitt’s face outside the ring, before knowingly nodding at The Miz in the ring.

[ Tony Schiavone ] What a dreadful turn of events, fans; I really thought Prince Devitt would be a superstar I could really get behind, but he’s a…a cheater! This could very well be the darke—

[ Nigel McGuinness ] – darkest day in the history of this business, yes, yes; Let’s look at what really happened here, though, gents – I think Devitt helped the Miz win this match in some attempt at a power-grab from Colt Cabana!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Wow! Do you really think Devitt could do something so underhanded??

[ Scott Steiner ] First of all, yes, you dumb shit! He JUST did! Secondly, who gives a fuck?! Cabana’s a worthless piece of shit and this garbage Nose team deserves – at the very least – a capable leader! Right now, they’ve only got a Gonzo-nosed FUCK named after an island shack!

Miz hits the floor, not having taken his eyes off Devitt, and the two connect with a fist bump, Devitt smiling at Miz and nodding his head encouragingly. The two members of Team Nose begin talking amongst themselves as they trod up the ramp. Meanwhile, Christopher Daniels has entered the ring and is leaning in the corner, rubbing his face before sighing deeply. Eventually, the Fallen Angel fetches a microphone and speaks, solemnly, to Punk, who is recovering in center ring.

[ Christopher Daniels ] I…wow.

Daniels smiles to himself and shakes his head.

[ Christopher Daniels ] Phil, you jokester, I…I thought I made it clear last week that with my support and encouragement, you would win. I mean, I wrote it down. I studied it. I said it. At this point, it’s out of my hands and on your shoulders, man…and you LOST! You’re a loser!

Punk’s eyebrows furrow angrily before he laughs, in disbelief that Daniels is berating him. He wipes sweat from his eyes, listening as Daniels continues.

[ Christopher Daniels ] Listen, Phil, I know you’re good for morale…being a jokester and all…but the Fallen Five is NOT for losers!

The London fans begin chanting “D-U-5” over and over and Daniels looks out at them furiously.

[ Christopher Daniels ] HEY! You all shush, that’s not the name! It’s the Fallen Five! And said team, the winning team at Body Count, the Fallen Five, does not have any room for losers!

The London fans explode with a cheer and Daniels smirks to himself, sort of shocked at the response.

[ Christopher Daniels ] Oh, thank you! I always knew the UK was the place for Christopher Daniels! You’re all very, very smart! Just like me!

Eventually, the camera cuts from Daniels to Jon Moxley, frowning as is his custom, stalking quickly through the rabid fans and leaping over the barricade as we cut back to the wide shot of the Ring General.

[ Christopher Daniels ] Phillip, I think the best solution is a 5,000 word essay about Christopher Daniels’ greatest victories, just to inspire you to study a real winner and inspi—HEY!

Moxley spins Daniels around – WHAM! Gut kick, PARADIGM SHIFFFFTTT! Daniels lands right on his head as Moxley reaches down to Punk, extending a hand and pulling his Fallen Five teammate to his feet, each man looking down at their captain with utter disdain.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Gentlemen, I know Christopher Daniels is a man who marches to the beat of his own drum, but we’ve given him credit for a great draft for Body Count?

[ Tony Schiavone ] Yes!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This team, the Fallen Five, have absolutely ZERO cohesion heading into the event itself! I think that Daniels had better get his team in order, lest the entire group fail to qualify for the evening’s main event!

Punk and Moxley have exited the ring and have not looked back at Daniels, only now coming to in center ring, as we fade away from the ring.

Keith Lee is working his arms back and forth, stretching his neck to each side before leaping into the air and slapping his knees, energized and seemingly prepared for his contest later in the evening.

[ Keith Lee ] Whoo! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about, guys! I’m ready to go! I’m ready to whip that doofus Bryan Danielson pillar to post out there! I’m ready!

The camera zooms out to show the rest of the Limitless 5 in various stages of relaxation around the locker room. Cesaro, the nearest man to the captain, is also stretching and nods solemnly at the Limitless grappler. Danhausen, standing closely, as well, is grinning ear-to-ear.

[ Danhausen ] Yes, Leehausen, you are growing more and more Limitlesshausen by the moment! Danhausen is impressed with your mass! And your pearly…white…teeth!

Lee smirks and smiles at Danhausen, then turns his attention back to Cesaro, who has stopped working out. The Professional speaks calmly, not having broken a sweat or even lost a single fraction of gas.

[ Cesaro ] You think you’re ready, Keith?

The Swiss Cyborg cracks his neck to the side and smiles at the team captain.

[ Cesaro ] I don’t know if anybody could be as ready for a match as I am against Dustin Rhodes tonight. This is a long-time coming for me…and for SGW. Tonight, a true Professional hits the scene and makes his mark.

Lee nods, smiling still.

[ Keith Lee ] That’s the spirit! I know you’re going to give him a hell of a challenge, Cesaro – good luck out there!

From behind the three men standing front in center, EC3 speaks, sulking in a steel chair along the back wall of the room.

[ EC3 ] <mocking voice> Muud ruck m’out shm’ere…

EC3 scoffs to himself before realizing six eyes are on him and looks up, catching the gazes of Lee, Cesaro, and Danhausen.

[ Keith Lee ] …sorry, what’s that, Ethan?

The fans in London pop as EC3 rubs the back of his neck, not interested in rocking the boat too hard before Body Count and jeopardizing his opportunity to earn excellent opportunities for the future. Eventually, Carter puffs his cheeks and blows out air, lifting his eyebrows.

[ EC3 ] …nah, nah. Nope. No. I’m good, Keith. Think you and Cesaro both are gonna kick some ass, dude.

Lee nods, also not interesting in rocking the boat too much, before another voice speaks up from the opposite corner of the room.

[ ??? ] I wouldn’t be too sure about that.

The camera and all eyes in the room cut to Triple H, wearing a three-piece black suit and a red tie. The Game is straightening the necktie as the camera focuses on him and he steps into the center of the ring, meeting Hunter.

[ Triple H ] I’m the greatest professional wrestler of all time…and I’m not holding a championship belt right now. What the hell gives you the misguided sense of ego that bullshits you into thinking that you’re able to win a championship, Lee?

Keith rubs his chin and allows the London fans to settle before he speaks.

[ Keith Lee ] You’re right, Hunter…I’m not holding a championship belt right now. But guess what? Neither are you.

Hunter scowls and his forehead scrunches, narrowing his eyes.

[ Keith Lee ] After my match tonight? I’ll be the only man in the Limitless Five with a championship around my waist.

London pops again and Triple H smirks, chuckling to himself, inaudibly saying “sure, sure,” as Lee continues.

[ Keith Lee ] And hey? I know you’re probably pretty bummed about losing your championship match two weeks ago…because you didn’t win…so I’ll do you a favor. Once I win the Real SGW World Heavyweight Championship tonight, I’ll be sure to give you a shot, champ.

Lee winks at Triple H and walks off camera, surely to prepare a final time for his match with Bryan Danielson as the Game is left scowling.

We fade away.

Cutting backstage, Dustin Rhodes is stretching and making his final preparations at the curtain before his upcoming match. He bends over and grabs the toes of his boots, but finds himself interrupted by MJF.

[ Maxwell Jacob Friedman ] Oh! Look at what we have here! “The Natural!” Dustin Rhodes, baby! Welcome back!

Sarcasm drips off of every word leaving MJF’s mouth.

[ Maxwell Jacob Friedman ] Buddy, it’s good seeing your lumpy, doughy, disgusting body cram itself in your SUPER COOL leather jumpsuit! Neat facepaint! Who did it for you? A blind kid at the state fair?

He gives Dustin a thumbs up.

[ Maxwell Jacob Friedman ] Look, I know you have a match to go lose, but let me give you some advice.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] You.. give ME.. advice?

Dustin laughs.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Alright, hell, go for it.

MJF leans in close and whispers in Dustin’s ear.

[ Maxwell Jacob Friedman ] Go.. FUCK.. yourself…

Cody Rhodes walks into the scene with Brandi and flashes a big smile.

[ Cody Rhodes ] Hey guys! What’s going on over here, huh? Max, you spilling Team Cody secrets to the enemy?

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Something like that.

MJF steps back from Dustin and slaps him on the shoulder.

[ Maxwell Jacob Friedman ] Oh, nah! I was just telling him how much I hated that he couldn’t be part of Team Cody.

Cody nods.

[ Cody Rhodes ] Yeah. Daniels really screwed the pooch. What could have been.

He turns to MJF.

[ Cody Rhodes ] Say Max, why don’t you go gather up the gang while I talk to Dustin for a second. I’ll be there in a second for our team meeting.

Without push-back, MJF takes a step back and waves to Dustin.

[ Maxwell Jacob Friedman ] Good talk, buddy! We’ll have to do it again real soon.

With Dustin and Cody alone, Dustin wastes no time.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] I don’t trust that pipsqueak, Code. He’s a snake.

Cody doesn’t disagree.

[ Cody Rhodes ] You might be right.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] He’s going to betray you and try to win that belt for himself.

Cody shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee.

[ Cody Rhodes ] The pros outweigh the cons. Trust me. If he finds himself in that Body Count match with me at the end, he won’t leave with the belt. This team, this chance.. It’s all about me becoming the champ.

He continues.

[ Cody Rhodes ] And since the Championship Committee keeps ignoring my attempts to get a shot, the only way I can control the narrative is by winning Body Count.. And since Christopher Daniels ruined my plan on stacking the deck with you on my team, I had to resort to a few other fallbacks.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Just don’t let that obsession with the belt overtake you. You saw what happened to me when outside forces took over my thinking. The cheating to win last week, the cocky attitude with your group, brother, it’s just not like you.

Dustin’s worn face and sad eyes lock with his brother’s.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Screw Chris Daniels for messin’ things up, but just don’t make things worse.

[ Cody Rhodes ] trust me. I got this. Now, you go kick Cesaro’s ass while I talk to my group.

Cody and Dustin share a tight bear hug as Cody turns and walks a few steps down the adjacent hallway. He swings the door open to find his group looking completely checked out and disinterested. Brandi looks it over with a grim expression. She knows things aren’t going to go well.

[ Cody Rhodes ] Hey guys. How we doin’?

[ Joey Janela ] I could be better. Didn’t sleep that great last night.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] Wonderful..

Cody pushes onward.

[ Cody Rhodes ] So, I know you’re all busy and have stuff to do, so I’m going to make this quick.

[ Pete Dunne ] What? No cups or bumper stickers wit’yer name on it for us?

Dunne scoffs.

[ Pete Dunne ] Was really lookin’ forward to havin’ anotha’ coffee mug wit’ you mug on it.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] Oh, believe you me, we have SIX boxes of them in our garage. I’ll fix you up.

Cody stops her.

[ Cody Rhodes ] In all seriousness, I apologize for that. I apologize for everything in terms of being your team captain thus far.

He takes a deep breath as Brandi rubs his back. His tone is sincere and you can see it on his face he knows he messed up.

[ Cody Rhodes ] So, it goes without saying, I have several thousand dollars worth of merchandise in my garage if anyone wants some, but from now on, we’re not going to be like all of the other teams fighting and bickering over leadership or intentions. We’re going to be an united front and we’re ALL going to survive and let the chips fall in the Body Count match and whoever leaves with the belt, then at least we worked together to get there, right?

[ Pete Dunne ] United front, eh? Cute.

Dunne gets up and walks up to Cody with a snarl.

[ Pete Dunne ] One week you’re a dick and the next week you offer up an apology and expect us all to fall in line to unite? I get it. You didn’t get to fully control who all was on your team, but we ain’t dumb. At least I’m not.

Dunne walks out of the room and slams the door behind him.

[ Al Snow ] Uh, Cody?

Cody sighs and points to Al.

[ Cody Rhodes ] Al?

[ Al Snow ] Can I get another Team Cody shirt? I lost mine.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] Dear God.

Cody cracks a smile as Brandi runs her hand down her face.

[ Cody Rhodes ] Yeah… Why the hell not?

The scene fades.

Referee - Rick Knox | Time Limit - 30:00

The bell sounds and the two men meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands, drawing approval from the capacity crowd.

[ Tony Schiavone ] This should be a good one here, guys. Cesaro making his debut and Dustin Rhodes making his return to SGW for the first time since March.

A tie-up to start and Cesaro overpowers Rhodes and then fires off a stiff uppercut. Dustin staggers back and fires one back at Cesaro. Cesaro chuckles and hammers Dustin with another and another. Dustin bounces off the ropes and hits Cesaro with a shoulder block. Cesaro then bounces off the ropes and Dustin counters into a snap powerslam for a quick two count!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Dustin wit’ the quick pin attempt!

Dustin drops a knee on Cesaro and goes for the pin again, but Cesaro kicks out at one. Code Red! One, two, kick out! Dustin is throwing the kitchen sink at Cesaro, trying to chop the Swiss Cyborg down.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Dustin hasn’t missed a step!

[ Scott Steiner ] Pretty easy to do when you aint’ wrestled in months! He’s fresh!

Rhodes grabs Cesaro and grips his neck for a Reverse DDT, but Cesaro reverses it in mid-air, flipping behind Cesaro. Belly-to-back suplex takes Dustin down but Cesaro retains the grip. He dead lifts Dustin in the air and gutwrench suplexes him back down!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Look at the strength of Cesaro!

[ Scott Steiner ] He ain’t that strong!

Cesaro grabs Dustin’s feet and lifts him off the mat. BIG SWING! He spins Dustin around..

And around..

And around..


[ Tony Schiavone ] He's spinning a grown man in circles! Effortlessly!

The repetitions are counted out in unison by the crowd, stopping at fifteen when Cesaro drops him on the mat. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs is Cesaro, who recovers and grabs Dustin off the mat.

[ Tony Schiavone ] I’m dizzy watching! I couldn’t imagine being Dustin or Cesaro right now!

Cesaro picks Dustin up, GOTCH-STYLE NEUTRALIZER! One, two, three! Cesaro wins!

CESARO via PINFALL in 05:59

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Dustin Rhodes started off hot but the debutin’ Cesaro took control and neva’ looked back! Impressive debut!

[ Tony Schiavone ] For a replacement member, Cesaro really adds a killer instinct to the Limitless Five!

Rick Knox raises Cesaro’s arm in victory. Afterwards, he begins pumping his fists in the air as the crowd cheers. Dustin slams the mat before rolling out onto the floor, furious at himself for dropping the ball in his SGW return. Cesaro celebrates some more with the fans as we cut to the backstage area.

Leaving the ringside area, we find ourselves in catering. Jim Duggan has his 2x4 on his left shoulder and uses his free hand to shove an entire donut in his mouth, drawing the disgust of Carlito.

[ Carlito ] ‘Das not.. Not cool!

Duggan begins mumbling through the chewing with bits of donut falling from his mouth.

[ Carlito ] Please, I beg you to chew.

Lance Storm approaches in his road agent attire - a black SGW polo shirt and khakis.

[ Lance Storm ] Hacksaw, Carlito. Good to see you guys.

Duggan finally chews enough to where he can swallow the donut. Carlito tosses his apple in the air and surveys Storm.

[ Carlito ] Can we help you wit’ something?

[ Lance Storm ] If I can be serious for a minute.

He puts his arms behind his back.

[ Lance Storm ] I am here as part of Kooks That Kill. Yes, this confirms that I will be returning to a SGW ring for one night only at Body Count.

Storm looks to Carlito and then to Duggan. Duggan gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up.


Storm nods.

[ Lance Storm ] Thank you, Jim.

Dolph Ziggler struts into the scene wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a Shock t-shirt with the collar and sleeves cut off of them, an American flag bandana around his neck, aviator sunglasses on, and a pink headband to hold his golden locks back out of his eyes.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] ‘Sup losers?

He arrogantly smacks his chewing gum.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] What is this, some sort of team meeting?

Ziggler throws his arm around Storm’s shoulders, who reacts very uncomfortably.

[ Lance Storm ] No social distancing from you, Dolph?

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Lance, I’m on my way to steal your girl.

His lips yield a big smile.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Girl’s mask..

Storm’s eyebrows collapse down on his eyes in confusion.

[ Lance Storm ] I don’t get it.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] It’s a joke. Instead of me stealing your girl, I’m going to steal her mask.

He looks to the camera.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Wear a mask and save a life, am I right people?

[ Lance Storm ] I’m confused.

Ziggler huffs.

[ Lance Storm ] If you stole my theoretical girl’s mask, wouldn’t she then be without one?

Ziggler stares a hole through Storm.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Why are you the way that you are?

He’s so disappointed.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Former SGW Champ, all around good dude..

He shakes his head.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Negative self-awareness.

Ziggler abandons ship and looks to the rest of his group.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Alright gang, here’s the dealio.. This team has one former SGW Champion on it and leading it.. The future SGW World Champion! I’m going to stop the show, steal the show, and take that belt from Super Shredder, giving this company a champion it can finally be proud of.

[ Carlito ] What about me? I want to be World Champion!

Ziggle chuckles.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] So do guys like CM Punk, Colt Cabana, and Triple H, but we all know that’s not happening either.

Ziggler removes his aviators and sticks them on the neck of his shirt.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] All you guys are doing at Body Count is helping me get to the Body Count match itself and then Big Daddy DZ is going to take it from there.

Ziggler’s tone rubs his teammates the wrong way but he’s oblivious.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] Then SGW will be running on DZ Power, baby!

Ziggler begins pumping his fist in the air, mimicking Diesel’s taunt from decades ago.

Then the lights begin flickering. Everyone in the vicinity starts looking around.


As quickly as they went off, the lights came back on.

[ Jim Duggan ] Is that Bray Wyatt comin’?! C’mon, tough guy! Bring it on!

[ Dolph Ziggler ] I.. I don’t think Bray Wyatt is here..

He nervously finishes.

[ Dolph Ziggler ] ..Yet.

The scene fades.

Referee - Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 60:00

Danielson and Lee begin mouthing off at one another in the middle of the ring, neither man backing down from the other. Danielson escalates things with a pie-face. Lee comes right back at him and Danielson pie faces him again. “DO SOMETHING!”, Danielson screams in Lee’s face, who obliges by slapping Danielson across the face, sending the champion down to the ground! Danielson is in shock as he rubs his cheek.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Keith Lee looks ready to go!

[ Tony Schiavone ] These two traded some offensive barbs at one another leading up to this, so you KNOW tensions are high between these two!


Danielson gets up and slaps Lee, echoing loudly throughout the arena! A European Uppercut, staggers Lee back for a moment, but he responds with one of his own, sending Danielson BACK down to the ground! Danielson snorts like a bull and charges back at Keith Lee, POUNCE! Danielson rolls out of the ring and goes over to the timekeeper’s table to grab his championship.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] That clam digga’ Danielson is tryin’ to escape anotha’ title match!

Keith Lee is quick to follow suit and spins Danielson around and eats a shot from the Real World Championship!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Aubrey Edwards didn’t see that or else that would’ve been a disqualification!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I don’t think Bryan Danielson cares!

Danielson uses the opening and shoves Lee into the ring post and then rolls Lee into the ring. Danielson bends down and picks up his championship and sticks it in the air. “THE REAL WORLD CHAMPION! BEST IN THE WORLD!” The fans respond with boos and some in the front row throw middle fingers in his direction that he simply shrugs off.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Danielson needs to get back in the ring and quit fighting with these fans.

[ Scott Steiner ] That vegan pussy, Danielson, is too weak to fight a fat ass like Keith Lee! He’s running off the energy given to him by eatin’ plants and drinkin’ his own piss!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I don’t think that’s how bein’ a vegan works, Scotty.

Danielson rolls into the ring with the title and puts his foot on Lee’s chest while holding the belt in the air. It only gets a one count, to which Danielson begins screaming at Aubrey, accusing her of slow counting. Lee grabs Danielson and kicks him in the gut. As Lee tries grabbing Danielson, Danielson latches on to Aubrey and drags her in front of Keith. Keith helps move Aubrey out of the way and gets blasted by a running knee strike from Danielson! Danielson tries applying the LeBell Lock but Lee uses his size and strength to fight it off and rolls over, turning it into a pinning situation. One, two, kick out from Danielson. Both men are back up and Danielson attempts a rolling elbow but Lee ducks. He spins Danielson around, SPIRIT BOMB!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] NEW CHAMPION!

One, two, th- no! Kick out! 2.999! Lee picks Danielson up and goes for another, but Danielson wraps his legs around Lee’s head and begins driving his right elbow into Lee’s forehead repeatedly! Lee falls backwards and Danielson keeps the head scissors choke and goes back to the brutal elbows.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Look at the ferocity of those elbows!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Keith Lee may be in trouble here!

One after one after one, Danielson continues blasting Lee with the elbows until Aubrey steps in and stops the match, signaling for the bell!



Danielson grabs his title and shoves it in Lee’s face, screaming, “STILL THE REAL WORLD CHAMPION!” Danielson is dragged away from Lee by Aubrey and begins to exit the ring.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Good on Aubrey Edwards for restoring some order here.

Danielson looks back at Keith Lee and changes his man, charging quickly back at him and hooks Lee’s arms and begins to deliver more vicious MMA elbows into his temple! The bell sounds repeatedly and Aubrey tries dragging Danielson off, but he continues his assault with a crazed look in his eyes!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I’ve seen that look from Bryan Danielson many times! He’s unhinged!

Here’s Tim Storm!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Tim Storm! Tim Storm is here!

Storm runs down the ramp and slides into the ring in one movement. He dives on top of Danielson and breaks the hold. Storm unties his necktie and rips the top of his shirt open before shoving Danielson back, scolding him. Danielson loses his mind, shoving Storm and leaving the ring with his title.

[ Tony Schiavone ] These two members of Team SGW still have old wounds from WrestleBrawl 3 to deal with, and then you add in the post-match breakdown just now, things are more tense than ever between two of the most important members of Team SGW!

Danielson backs up the ramp, spewing venom in Storm’s direction the entire way up as Storm is helping Lee up to his feet. Danielson raises the belt in the air as the fans shower him with boos. The camera quickly cuts to the backstage area.

After the match, Steve Austin paces intensely back and forth at the Gorilla Position as his eyes never leave the curtain. He looks more agitated than normal, and it goes to the next level as Bryan Danielson separates the curtains and walks to the back.

[ Steve Austin ] C’mere you mealy-mouthed bastard!

Danielson wipes the sweat off of his brow and pushes Austin away as he tries getting in his face.

[ Steve Austin ] You think what you did out there is becoming of someone who calls himself a leader? EH! EH! That shit show out there proves just why ol’ Stone Cold is UNDISPUTEDLY the leader of Team SGDubya, ya’ hear me?

[ Bryan Danielson ] I won, didn’t I?

Danielson holds up the Real SGW Championship.

[ Bryan Danielson ] Something you don’t do a lot of. If you don’t like what happened out there, then you should’ve told your boys in the Committee not to let some piece of crap like Keith Lee step into MY ring!

[ Steve Austin ] Your ring, huh? Your ring?

[ Bryan Danielson ] Mine.

Austin chuckles for a second and turns to a statuesque stare at the drop of a hat. After a few seconds of a staredown, Austin gets in Danielson’s face.

[ Steve Austin ] Your attitude is shit and it’s not gonna’ cut it ‘round here, son. If you think the way you conduct business around here is good enough to make you a leader, then your ass is a lot more stupid than I thought. My advice to you is to step back and be thankful I don’t drop ya’ on that stack o’ dimes you call a neck and send you to pasture.

Danielson turns his face away from Austin.

[ Steve Austin ] You might not like it, son, but guys like me and Val Venis, hell, even Tim Storm, we know a thing or two about this business. There’s a reason why Venis and myself are damn Hall of Famers! Because we know when to and not to act a damn fool!

[ Bryan Danielson ] Give me a break.

Tim Storm and Keith Lee come through the curtain with Storm doing his best to guide Lee to the awaiting arms of some medics.

[ Tim Storm ] You put up one hell of a fight out there tonight, son. Keep it up.

[ Keith Lee ] Thanks, Tim.

[ Tim Storm ] Go get checked out and get some ice. I’ll check on you in a little bit, okay?

Lee nods.

[ Keith Lee ] I appreciate it, brother. Thanks for looking out for me.

Storm shakes hands with Lee and immediately turns his attention to the Austin/Danielson confrontation going on.

[ Tim Storm ] What the hell was that, Danielson?!

Danielson takes offense.

[ Tim Storm ] You won the match. Why did you decide trying to give him CTE with those elbows was a good idea?

[ Bryan Danielson ] He deserved it.

[ Tim Storm ] Keith Lee is an important member of this roster! You can’t force yourself onto Team SGW, Team SOLID GOLD WRESTLING, and then go try to cripple half of its roster afterwards, Bryan! This is why Steve’s the captain of this team.

Danielson is taking it from both Storm and Austin at this point and his blood pressure is rising.

[ Bryan Danielson ] You both know you can’t handle The Origin without ME! Look at this shitty team. You two, Ruby Riott, Diamond Dallas Page. Without me, you don’t have a chance in hell.

Danielson goes on the offensive and shoves his index finger in Storm’s chest.

[ Bryan Danielson ] And deep down inside, you both know it.

He scoffs at the sight of Austin and Storm ganging up on him and drapes the Real World title over his shoulder.

[ Bryan Danielson ] So you know what?

He makes eye contact with each man.

[ Bryan Danielson ] You two can KISS.. MY.. ASS! I’m out of here!

Danielson walks in between Austin and Storm, bumping shoulders with each man, knocking them out of the way. He takes a few steps away from them and turns one final time.

[ Bryan Danielson ] I’m gettin’ my shit and I’m GONE!

Danielson keeps walking away until he’s completely out of sight. Tim Storm shakes his head as Austin turns and looks at him. Without saying a word, they can read one another’s minds. They have a real situation on their hands with the livewire of Team SGW.. and they know they need him more than they’ll let on.

Referee - Paul Turner | Time Limit - 30:00

The bell sounds and each man sizes the other up before engaging in a collar-and-elbow tie-up to get things going. Aldis uses his size to back Daniels into a corner and offers a friendly break once Paul Turner’s count gets to four. Aldis pats Daniels on the chest as he steps back and gives Daniels a big smile.

[ Tony Schiavone ] An early sign of sportsmanship from “The National Treasure.”

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Daniels cannot fall into the trap Aldis is trying to set.

Another tie-up and Aldis hip checks Daniels in the gut and takes him down with a headlock takeover. Aldis wrenches back as Daniels tries fighting his way free.

[ Scott Steiner ] If the cue ball is smart, he’ll go ahead and tap out!

[ Tony Schiavone ] The match just started, Scott!

[ Scott Steiner ] The quicker he taps, the quicker this shit is over!

Daniels works his way back to a standing base and pushes Aldis off against the ropes. He drops down and Aldis skips over. Aldis comes back off the ropes and Daniels hits an arm drag! Another! Drop kick! Aldis rolls out of the ring and Daniels wastes no time, SUICIDE DIVE!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Look at the Fallen Angel go!

Daniels rolls Aldis back in and quickly follows him. The fans are surprisingly really behind Daniels as he bends over to pick Aldis up - WAIT! SMALL PACKAGE! One, two.. Aldis pulls on the tights! Three! NICK ALDIS STEALS ONE FROM CHRISTOPHER DANIELS!



[ Tony Schiavone ] Amazing?! Scott, Nick Aldis STOLE that from Christopher Daniels!

[ Scott Steiner ] It was amazing because that prick had to cheat to beat ‘em! I would’ve sat on his back and make ‘em fuckin’ tap to the Steiner Recliner!

Aldis is joined in the ring by Kamille and Stuart Bennett, who hands him the velvet bag with the mystery belt inside. The three celebrate as the fans shower Aldis with boos. Daniels is arguing with Paul Turner about his tights being pulled during the count, but Turner wasn’t in a position to see it.

As we fade from the shocking scene in the ring, we see the grinning face of the “Dirty Daddy” Chris Dickinson. The shot zooms out, revealing him watching the events in the ring transpire before shaking his head, chuckling to himself, and turning over his shoulder to address the rest of the room – containing the Filthy Family team.

[ Chris Dickinson ] Fuckin’ JOKES! Can you believe that?!

Nobody replies at first as the Dirty Daddy shakes his head again, rubbing his hands across his shaved head.

[ Eddie Dennis ] Plenteh’ jokes heah.

Dickinson glares at Dennis and neither man flinch before a clearing throat breaks the tension, turning both men towards Josef Samael, who is standing beside Jacob Fatu to the left of the room.

[ Josef Samael ] Nothing funnier than boys pretending to be men…fools pretending they have any place in this world...of business.

Samael looks down to Fatu, who removes a damp towel from his head and cuts his eyes across the room to AJ Gray, who is pouring bottles of water on his head and shoulders.

[ Josef Samael ] And by no means do I intend that means you, Gray – because for whatever reason, Dickinson, your ploy to match Jacob Fatu against this man HAS toughened him…and he’s ready to face this entire roster…whenever.

Gray looks up and walks over, solemnly, as the London fans pop. Finally standing beside his opponent from earlier in the night, Fatu rises to stand beside Gray. Both men are breathing heavily, still worn from the intense match earlier in the evening. Eventually, Gray extends his fist to Fatu – and the Samoan Werewolf accepts, reciprocating the gesture before the two men separate and sit down again.

[ Chris Dickinson ] Hell yeah. Hell yeah it did, it made both’a you fucks tougher! I saw that shit and it made me want to get out there and pull out my fuckin’ dick strings! I wanted to light a stupid bastard up, right here in London!

As the London fans pop, Dennis rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath to himself. The Dirty Daddy walks behind Gray and nudges Orange Cassidy with his fists.

[ Chris Dickinson ] YEAH! You wanna go fuck somebody up, OC?!

Cassidy’s sunglass-covered gaze slowly meets Dickinson’s and the fans explode again. OC simply shrugs and the people lose it. Walking back towards the center of the room, Dickinson asks a question to the room.

[ Chris Dickinson ] Maybe I aughta fight one of you tough motherfuckers now! Whatcha say, Fatu?!

Fatu’s head slowly rises, his dreadlocked braids falling into his face as he meets Dickinson’s gaze.

[ Jacob Fatu ] …gladly.

Dickinson nods, snarling his lips slightly, before turning to Gray.

[ Chris Dickinson ] What about you, Rich Homie?! You wanna fight me next, brother?

[ A.J. Gray ] You’re damn right, I do, Dick.

Dickinson is jacked up now and points across the room at Orange Cassidy.


OC doesn’t reply, or even look towards the Dirty Daddy. He does, however, lift his hardly-existent thumbs up and pops the London fans again as Dickinson nods, happy with himself and his team before Eddie Dennis speaks up again.

[ Eddie Dennis ] Maybeh yoh’ foh’gettin’ sumpin’, Dickinson…but tha’onleh one heah you’ve gotta be concerns with is…Big…Masch…Eddie.

Dickinson cuts his eyes back to Dennis and the colossal man steps forward.

[ Eddie Dennis ] Or…is this’yeh way of brushin’ it off, huh? Gonna ignore the masch foh’tha Staff, arr’ya? Easier to let it go this way, I suppose.

The London fans give a mixed reaction for their countryman’s calm arrogance, but Dickinson no-sells Dennis’ words and steps ahead.

[ Eddie Dennis ] A’ss’right, Chris…Aye. I’m gonna leave you broken…a loo’sah. While I take mah roightful place…on top…of Shock.

Now nose-to-nose with the Golden Idol holder, Dennis is smirking. Dickinson smiles himself.

[ Chris Dickinson ] Fuck, I’m sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean to.

Dennis chuckles softly to himself, his eyes fluttering, before opening them wide, still in Dickinson’s face.

[ Eddie Dennis ] Now, Chris…propah’ apologies, mate. WHAT…are you sorreh foh?

Dickinson takes a deep breath and answers softly.

[ Chris Dickinson ] I’m sorry…fa’makin’ you look like a bitch right heah in London, ya’ fuck!

The Dirty Daddy throws his head forward into Dennis’ nose and the two are off to the races, swinging wildly as London erupts with cheers! Acting quickly, Samael, Fatu, and Gray separate the two men, the entire room a chorus of profanities and screaming as we fade away from the volatile scene with the Filthy Family.

Hangman Page is leaning against the corner of the locker room, minding his own business with a beer in his hands. Off to the side, we see The Miz and Prince Devitt engaging in a private conversation. Maryse locks on to The Miz’s arm as he speaks.

[ The Miz ] And that’s why we have to get Cabana out of here.

Miz shrugs his shoulders and flashes a goofy grin.

[ The Miz ] So that this team can finally have a leader worth the rest of you following.

[ Prince Devitt ] “The rest of you?”

Devitt shakes his head.

[ Prince Devitt ] That’s where you're wrong.

He’s stern in his delivery.

[ The Miz ] OH?! I’m wrong? ME?!

[ Prince Devitt ] B’cos if anyone is leadin’ this team to vict’ry at Body Count, it’s not Colt Cabana. It’s not The Miz. It’s me!

Devitt pops the collar on his leather jacket.

[ Prince Devitt ] But first, we have to get rid of Cabana.

[ The Miz ] Do you have any ideas or am I going to have to do the heavy lifting for this team.. AS USUAL?

[ Prince Devitt ] You’re actin’ like it’s going to be some impossible task.

[ The Miz ] What’cha gonna do, Fergie? Are you going to call the Yakuza or some of your other Japanese crap, huh?

Miz changes his mind.

[ The Miz ] Ya’ know what? I don’t even want to know.

Colt Cabana enters the locker room with a big smile on his face wearing a SGW t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

[ Colt Cabana ] Hey! Team Nose! What’s up, guys?

Miz looks to Colt then back to Devitt.

[ The Miz ] We’ll finish this later.

[ Prince Devitt ] Suppose we will.

The Miz and Maryse leave first with Prince Devitt soon following in behind. Colt beams with pride.

[ Colt Cabana ] You know, Hangman, when I drafted all of you guys for my team and had to replace the rapist, David Starr,, I was kinda worried about those two in particular.

He shakes his head, dismissing his fears.

[ Colt Cabana ] But I think they get along pretty darn good! Don’t you think?

Hangman pushes himself off of the wall.

[ Hangman Page ] No.

[ Colt Cabana ] ...Oh.

Colt’s head drops and he puts his hands on his hips. A big sigh escapes him as we go to the ring for our next match.

Referee - Mike Chioda | Time Limit - 60:00

Jericho and DDP wait for instructions from MIke Chioda, who then calls for the bell after finishing. They tie up and DDP throws him down. Jericho pops right back up and begins screaming at Chioda, claiming DDP pulled his hair. Chioda turns to admonish Page, and Jericho uses the opening to blast Page with a running forearm, sending him to the ground.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Chris Jericho is eva’ the opportunist!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Nigel, he’s a snake. He’s too good at what he does to be so vile.

Jericho stomps on Page’s chest and shoulders, working on the aged body parts of the Vegas Connection legend. Jericho then places his boot on DDP’s chest and gets a one count. With Page up on one knee, Jericho locks in a side headlock but DDP begins pounding him in the ribs, loosening the hold and sends Jericho into the ropes. Jericho responds with a shoulder block that drops Page. Jericho skips over and comes back, but DDP is up and greets him with a hip toss! And another! Jericho rolls out of the ring and the fans are on his case.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] DDP is my pick to win this match and this is how he does it, gentlemen. He has to fight fire wit’ fire by turnin’ Jericho’s offense against him!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Jericho has to be fuming at himself for letting Page get the upperhand.

Page grows tired of waiting for Jericho to reenter the ring and goes outside, following suit. As Page draws close, Jericho rakes the eyes and tries to go back into the ring, but DDP grabs Jericho by the tights and drags him back out, hitting a big clothesline to drop Jericho on the outside! DDP gives the fans the Diamond Cutter gesture but loses track of Jericho, who makes his way back in.

[ Scott Steiner ] DDP makes me so fuckin’ angry! Look at ‘em! Ugly ass tattoos, positive attitude, and the mouth that’d be better suckin’ my co-

[ Tony Schiavone ] Going to stop you right there, Scott, because this match is picking up. What’s Jericho doing here?

Page climbs to the apron but Jericho runs and bounces off the opposite side ropes, hitting DDP with a dropkick that sends him back to the outside. DDP works his way back up with Jericho look on inside, and does eventually work his way back into the ring.. Jericho ups the heat on the attack and paintbrushes the back of Page’s head for added insult. Jericho flexes his muscles and pays for it, with Page punching him three times in the gut and hitting a discus lariat for a two count!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Near fall! The momentum is on DDP’s side!

Jericho rolls over and crawls to the corner and DDP grabs him by the neck, picking him up and pressing him into the corner. Two stiff right hands sends Jericho’s head bouncing back. Page then climbs to the middle turnbuckle and begins the ten punches with the fans counting on in unison!




Low blow! Jericho hits Page low out of desperation and shoves Page off of him. Jericho runs the ropes, LION SAULT! One, two, kick out! Jericho slaps the mat in anger and then grabs DDP’s legs for the Walls of Jericho. DDP pushes off, sending Jericho to the mat. Quickly back up, Jericho darts towards Page and DDP ducks the Judas Effect! DIAMOND CUT- Blocked! Sleeper hold applied by DDP!

[ Scott Steiner ] Look at all this rest hold bullshit! Ain’t nobody ever tapped out to the sleeper!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Many men have, Scott.


[ Nigel McGuinness ] How would your arms break.. You know what? Never mind.

Hager is on the apron and Chioda pleads for him to drop back down. Jericho kicks DDP low and hits a Diamond Cutter of his own on DDP! One, two, th- KICK OUT! Jericho is screaming at Chioda and his face is turning blood red. He turns around, DIAMOND CUTTER FROM DDP! DIAMOND CUTTER!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] NEW CHAMPION COMIN’ UP!

One, two, Hager drags Jericho’s left foot on the rope to break the count! Page sighs after realizing what happened. Chioda admonishes Hager for interfering once again as Page walks over to the argument. He blasts Hager with a big right hand, sending the big man down to the apron and then to the outside!

[ Tony Schiavone ] HAGER IS DOWN! BUT LOOK! Jericho is back up and looks ready..

Page turns from Hager and then back to Jericho, JUDAS EFFECT! That back elbow drops DDP into a heap on the mat. Jericho collapses on top of him and Chioda begins the count. One.. two.. three! Chris Jericho retains in impressive fashion even with the interference from Jake Hager!


[ Tony Schiavone ] Score another one for The Origin!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Like ‘em or not, Chris Jericho is rollin’ right now!

Jericho doesn’t even let Chioda raise his hand. He exits the ring and immediately takes the Intercontinental Championship and throws his arms in the air on the outside. He commands Hager get up and practically drags him to the back with him before DDP can come to.


[ Tony Schiavone ] Scott, Chris Jericho is almost fifty!


The camera gives us a final shot of Jericho and Hager celebrating atop the ramp, continuing the reign as Intercontinental Champion and giving The Origin some momentum as we get closer to Body Count!

We’re shown a very, very full locker room where the entirety of Team Psych is gathered, watching as Chuck Taylor draws on a whiteboard.

[ Chuck Taylor ] – and as such, it’s perfectly clear that their weak spot is right up the ass. Now, any questions?

Hands shoot up across the room.

[ Chuck Taylor ] Oh, wow. Well. I thought I made this perfectly clear. Okay, let’s start with you, Sprinkles.

Taylor points towards Ice Cream Jr., who stands beside his chair and speaks with his hands at his side like a proper student.

[ Ice Cream Jr. ] ¡Por favor, señor Chuckie, hoy hemos aprendido lo suficiente sobre los placeres anales! ¡Deseamos ver el resto de las peleas de lucha libre!

El Hijo del Ice Cream speaks up from beside his brother.

[ El Hijo del Ice Cream ] ¡Si! Trajimos bocadillos para que todos disfruten Excepto el desagradable bastardo Brian Cage: ¡puede beber mierda de vaca!

Cage cocks his head towards the Ice Creams, startling them as Chuck strokes his chin thoughtfully.

[ Chuck Taylor ] You know what? I like it. It seems like you guys have this lesson down pat. Go on! Off to play your silly little reindeer games, then!

Los Ice Creams bow to Chuck and scurry off to a couch behind the collection of chairs, plopping down and digging into their grocery sacks. Cage rolls his eyes, clearly over this whole meeting as Guevara continues swiping left on his phone.

[ Chuck Taylor ] So again, guys, it’s all about love! LOVE will propel us past the dastardly Snake Pit! LOVE will bring us together! LOVE will even help Deus Ex Machina defeat Kevin Steen and El Generico tonight, right?!

Nobody says anything. The tension, though, is practically whistling with tightness, threatening at any second to snap. Taylor looks around, hands spread and waiting for some sort of acknowledgment.

[ Dan Barry ] Guys! Listen up, now, Chuck went to some degree of trouble to prepare this presentation for us, so if there’s any questions, we need to ask him! Body Count is coming up before you know it!

Jay Briscoe stands up and spits a huge chaw of tobacco into the center of the room, presses a finger to his left nostril and blows, shooting snot across the room and onto Dan Barry’s shoe, then wipes his mouth on his bare arm.

[ Jay Briscoe ] AY! I thank ‘dis hole thang’s a waste’a mah damn time!

His ever-present echo chimes in.




Jay sneers at Mark and steps forward, smacking the whiteboard with his palm. Taylor flinches as Trent? cocks his fist, preparing for a brawl.



[ Jay Briscoe ] It’s USA Network bullshit!


[ Jay Briscoe ] MAN UP, SHALOUB!

Bill Carr stands and the Briscoes cut their eyes to him.

[ Bill Carr ] Actually, guys, you’re thinking of ‘Monk.’ ‘Psych’ is another USA show where a pair of detectives – one psychic and one simply eclectic – team up to sol—

Briscoe lifts a chair and throws it across the room, nearly decapitating Dan Barry.


Before Mark can chime in, Trent? steps into the center of the room.

[ Trent? ] I think you two need to take it down a notch.

Mark Briscoe leaps up and joins Jay, stomping up to Trent?

[ Jay Briscoe ] YEAH?! Well I think you don’t know what the fuck you’re sayin’, you Hogan-haired piece of dog shit!

[ Mark Briscoe ] MAN UP, CHUCK!

At the board, Taylor frowns.

[ Chuck Taylor ] Hey, I didn’t even say anything…

Dan Barry and Bill Carr do their best to get between their warring tandems and make peace until a chair slides across the floor and a new voice speaks.

[ Brian Cage ] Wanna know what I think?

Without missing a beat and lacking any and all hesitation based on Cage’s intimidating posture, Mark Briscoe fires back.

[ Mark Briscoe ] Hell naw!

London pops, but Cage glares at Briscoe specifically and answers his own question.

[ Brian Cage ] I think love doesn’t have a place in this ring. I think I want to pop Kevin Steen like the fat ass, grease-filled pimple he is, and swab up the blood with that Q-Tip partner of his.

Guevara is energized and slaps Cage on the back, leading the way through the door towards the ring.


As Deus Ex Machina depart from the room, the Briscoes aren’t far behind them, muttering to themselves as they go. With Los Ice Creams still in their own world, Chuck Taylor breathes out in exasperation as Dan Barry shakes his head, tut-tut-tuting away.

[ Chuck Taylor ] Well, fellers…some people never learn.


Referee - Rick Knox | Time Limit - 30:00

Sammy Guevara and El Generico kick off this tag team contest with a dazzling display of technical acumen, trading hold and counter-hold for a few moments to a rather appreciative London crowd. In fact, the Electric Ballroom is filled with 99.7% happy people to see the display of skill, the only two seeming detractors to the technical showcase being the men on the apron of the ring.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] El Generico and Samuel Guevara are showing us why they’ve got reputations as some of the finest wrestlers in all the world here tonight!

[ Scott Steiner ] Yeah, but the muscle-man and the fat fuck on the apron don’t look too happy with this shit!

Cage’s intimidating frame is matched by a straightened frown, totally unimpressed with Generico’s offense and only marginally less-so annoyed with Guevara’s reversals and holds of his own. Across the ring, Kevin Steen is beating his forehead off the top turnbuckle and stomping his foot, visibly bothered by Generico’s exhibitive attitude, a stark contrast to his own ‘killer-instinct’ fueled in-ring strategy.

[ Tony Schiavone ] That Kevin Steen is just too hot-tempered and too foul-mouthed! I think he’s a bad father!

Eventually, Generico scores with a body slam and slings his legs high into the air and over the top rope, preparing for his signature Arabian Moonsault, but Brian Cage intercepts Generico’s legs and holds him into place! Steen begins screaming for Rick Knox to do something about the blatant cheating on display, but before the official can reprimand the Machine, Sammy Guevara hops off the middle rope and clips Generico with a springboard poisonrana!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Good Lord, the angle at which El Generico landed on his head is sickening!

[ Tony Schiavone ] I hope he’s alright!

Guevara covers Generico, and the Generic Luchador miraculously slips a shoulder free of the lateral press, extending the life of the contest for the moment. Sammy tags in the Machine, who quickly hurls Generico into the air, catching him in a vertical suplex with no effort at all. Guevara springs off the middle rope and twists, kicking Generico in the chest as Cage holds him firm! The London fans roar at the display of athleticism, but are even more impressed when Cage begins squatting, holding Generico’s weight above his head as he does! Kevin Steen is livid on the apron, demanding that Rick Knox ends “this stupid sham” and punishes “that roid-monkey fuck” for what he’s doing.

[ Tony Schiavone ] See?! Just far too potty-mout—


Schiavone whimpers as Generico begins crawling, half-blind to his ring positioning due to the lack of blood in his head – but Cage cuts him off, wheelbarrowing his legs and tossing Generico up into the air before smacking him with a neckbreaker out of mid-air! Cover! One! Two! NO! Generico kicks out again!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] So much heart from Generico, but he’s GOT to get Kevin Steen into this matchup!

Generico continues his heart-driven crawl across the squared circle, reaching his hand out for his partner, who is less inspired and more annoyed by the Luchador’s quest for the tag.

[ Kevin Steen ] COME! THE! FUCK! ON!

Generico reaches again, clawing across the canvas just as Brian Cage snags the Luchador’s ankle! Steen, finally having reached his fill, climbs up the turnbuckles and launches, flipping through the air and smashing Cage as London roar in approval and Knox begins screaming for him to get out of the ring.

[ Kevin Steen ] SHUT UP, KNOX! FUCK!

Steen drags Generico by the waist of his tights and tosses him recklessly into a heap in their corner, steps through the ropes and slaps his partner in the back far-too-hard, then steps back into the ring and charges, screaming “DIE!” at Cage, clotheslining him to the mat before running through and elbowing Guevara from the apron!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Mr. Wrestling is legal in the match – he’s absolutely running wild!

Steen turns, but Cage is up and charges, tackling Steen into the turnbuckle and lifting him, looking for a superplex – but Steen bites him on the nose, sending Cage to the canvas! Steen stands and flies – DIVING HURRICANRANA! Steen is rolling, darting off the ropes and leaping into the air with a B I G B O Y Senton! COVER! One! Two! NO! Steen is up and starts stomping Cage recklessly – but in comes Guevara! Sammy leaps onto Steen’s back, climbing to his shoulders!


[ Nigel McGuinness ] I don’t know, Scott! Kevin looks like he’s got a plan!

Steen holds tight and pulls Guevara back up to a seated position then runs – WITH GUEVARA ON HIS SHOULDERS – and leaps over, across Cage’s back, dropping Guevara across his partner with another Senton! Deus Ex Machina is piled up as Steen charges in again, splattering the both of them with another huge senton! COVER! ONE! TWO! NO!! Cage kicks out again and London is on fire, ready to see a winner named in this smash-mouth contest.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] What a maneuver! A conclusion MUST BE imminent!

Steen lifts Cage and forcibly checks him with an elbow strike! Cage fires back! Steen with another leathering shot! Cage fires – but Steen ducks! STEEN! STEEN! STEEN!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Lightning-quick strikes from Kevin Steen!

Cage roars like a Tyrannosaurus Rex and throws a reckless clothesline, but Steen ducks and spins around, do-si-do’ing Cage around and RIGHT INTO AN EL GENERICO YAKUZA KICK!

[ Tony Schiavone ] HELLUVA KICK!!

Generico keeps his momentum and Tornado DDTs Guevara, sending both men to the floor! With Cage still hooked, Steen wheels him in and around, somehow wrapping up and lifting the Machine’s massive frame into the Package Piledriver! Steen hooks the legs and covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!


The London fans pop again as Steen rolls off of Cage and flips him off, leaping through the ropes to the floor as the Electric Ballroom lives up to its name.

[ Tony Schiavone ] My word, what a finish to that match! I cannot believe this match was THAT competitive and hard hitting!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Believe it, Tony! This Tag Team division continues to heat up and is threatening not to cool off by a single degree as we continue hurdling towards Body Count!

With Generico lifted again by the waist of his tights, scampering until he could gain his footing to stumble alongside his angry partner, the duo storm up the aisle to the sounds of Steen’s angry, excited screams of energy. Inside the ring, an infuriated Brian Cage comes to, rubbing his sore neck and glaring up the ramp at Steen.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Like him or not, Kevin Steen just boosted his team to another victory and potentially, another shot at the SGW World Tag Team Championships!

As Steen smirks down the aisle at Cage and Guevara, Generico creeps into frame and throws up a single finger, screaming “Olé!” until Steen slaps him and they exit the scene as we fade.

We go backstage where we see Beer Money sitting in a couple of chairs. James Storm is chugging a beer with a mask down under his chin while Bobby Roode is scrolling through his cellphone. In the other corner of the room, we see the Von Erichs and the Young Bucks watching the match that just took place on a monitor. Everyone is wearing masks because there's just too many people in one room.

[ Nick Jackson ] Hell yeah. Big win for the Snake Pit!

[ Matt Jackson ] We're already heading into Body Count with a ton of a momentum and if there's one thing I've learned in this business, you don't go anywhere without momentum!

[ Ross Von Erich ] What the hell are ya'll talkin' about?

Both Jacksons turn and look at Ross.

[ Nick Jackson ] What, you don't know?

Before Nick can explain how only momentum matters in this game, there's a knock on the door. Everyone stops what they're doing and looks confused.

[ Marshall Von Erich ] That's odd.

Nick Jackson puffs his chest out.

[ Nick Jackson ] I got this, boys.

Nick Jackson walks over and opens the door before instantly getting nailed with a running shotgun dropkick that ends him flying across the room and crashing into the wall behind him! Low Ki kips back up to his feet and cracks his neck, looking around the room angrily.


Low Ki picks up a chair and throws it across the room, narrowly missing James Storm.

[ Low Ki ] IGNORANT!

Ilja Dragunov walks into the room after him with both SGW World Tag Team Championship belts in his hands. Christian Michael Jakobi follows them in with Giulia on his arm. Jakobi looks around the room with a smug grin.

[ Christian Michael Jakobi ] Gentlemans, what a big win for the Snake Pit tonight, yes? Kevin Steen and El Generico are quite the catch. We will surely win and go on to the Body Count match.

Ross and Marshall stomp up to Jakobi. Dragunov and Low Ki get between them.

[ Ross Von Erich ] Whatever. We ain't worried about Steen and Generico and we ain't lookin' ahead to the damn Body Count match. What we want.. is what we're owed!

[ Marshall Von Erich ] And what we're owed is a one on one shot at them there tag team straps! We're undefeated around here and the way we see it... there ain't no finer place to put them thangs on the line... than the Tokyo Dome!

[ Ross Von Erich ] Damn right!

Dragunov looks at Jakobi and back at the Von Erichs.

[ Ilja Dragunov ] Fine.

He smiles evilly.

[ Ilja Dragunov ] You are on.

Just as the match is decided on, the door opens up and Kevin Steen and El Generico walk inside. Everyone turns to look at them. Steen and Generico look around the room.

[ Kevin Steen ] What the fuck's goin' on? Why's everyone lookin' at us?

Bobby Roode looks up from his phone.

[ Bobby Roode ] We just booked V.E.N.O.M. versus the Von Erichs for the Tokyo Dome.

[ Kevin Steen ] YOU WHAT?!

[ Low Ki ] Watch your tone, fat man!

Kevin Steen walks up to Low Ki and they go nose to nose.

[ Kevin Steen ] This is bullshit! We just beat Brian Cage and Sammy Guevara! Have you seen Brian Cage!? He's obviously on steroids! He looks like he eats them for breakfast!


He points at El Generico with a leather gloved hand.


Giulia curls her lip in disgust.

[ Giulia ] < Wonderful. >

Jakobi smiles and steps between them.

[ Christian Michael Jakobi ] You will have your moment again, Kevin Steen. One day... but not in two weeks... not in the Tokyo Dome. That date is reserved for the rambunctious Von Erich boys.

Steen gets pissed and throws a chair before turning around and shoving Matt Jackson into a trashcan. Steen storms out of the room with El Generico in tow. Storm and Roode seem oblivious to everything going on. Low Ki and Dragunov stare down the Von Erichs as the fans buzz with anticipation.

[ Low Ki ] Tick tock, boys.

He hocks and spits on the floor.

[ Low Ki ] Your family is due for another tragedy.

The fans erupt in boos. Jakobi smiles and offers a salute.

[ Christian Michael Jakobi ] Gentlemen.

V.E.N.O.M. leaves the room. The Von Erichs look at each other.

[ Ross Von Erich ] Sons of bitches.


Referee - Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 30:00

Austin and the Big Nasty rush to center ring and immediately begin throwing bombs – each punch is delivered with a greater degree of force as Wight gets the upper hand with a huge right-hand jab!


[ Tony Schiavone ] There’s nobody with more fight than Stone Cold Steve Austin!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Fair enough, but honestly, there’s nobody with more size and strength than the Big Nasty!

The Big Nasty whips Austin into the ropes and throws a clothesline, but Austin ducks! – Off the far ropes, Austin leaps and scores with a huge flying forearm! With the Big Nasty dazed, Austin rises and runs off the ropes again, leaping for a Lou Thesz Press – but the Big Nasty catches him! Wight hurls Austin into the corner and immediately places his foot into Stone Cold’s throat, choking him out for five seconds before Aubrey Edwards rushes in to stop the attack!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Aubrey, no fear as usual, but she’s got to be careful!

[ Tony Schiavone ] There’s a lot of hatred in that ring right now!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Wight fires back – OH! OH NO! Aubrey Edwards caught that elbow in the head!

The Big Nasty looks down at Edwards and shamelessly nudges the official with the tip of his massive boot – she’s unconscious!

[ Tony Schiavone ] WHAT A BIG…NASTY…BASTARD!


Nasty hears Steiner, who is now standing up and screaming at the announce table and points at him with two fingers before flipping the bird towards Steiner! The London fans roar in shock as Wight laughs to himself in center ring!


Wight does so, a sinister look on his face – KICK! WHAM! STUNNER! London explodes with energy as Wight eats every bit of the Stunner! Austin covers, hooking both legs – but no dice! Edwards is down! Austin slaps the mat thrice and goes to attend to the Senior Official.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Aubrey! Aubrey is down!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Stone Cold’s doing his best, but it looks like Senior Official Edwards is completely out cold!


Realizing Edwards is down and potentially out, Stone Cold does as Stone Cold does and rolls out of the ring, fetching a steel chair to the delight of the London audience! He slides into the ring and prepares to smash a rising Big Nasty with it – but he’s goozled!

[ Tony Schiavone ] OH, NO! THAT DAMN GOOZLE!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] The very life is draining out of Stone Cold as we speak!!

The Big Nasty lifts, holding Austin up for the huge AHHHHH CHOKESLAM – but just before he goes to slam Stone Cold…


The disgusting sound of solid steel meeting the massive skull of the Big Nasty sounds out across the arena, echoing off the walls and popping the crowd! The Big Nasty drops Austin to his feet, wobbles slightly and Austin snarls, lifting the chair over his head with both hands and screaming inaudibly!


Another disturbingly stiff shot! Austin watches as the Big Nasty shakes his head slowly, trying to shake off the effects of the big strike. Stone Cold looks at the chair, noticing a skull-shaped dent forming and lifts his hand, giving the big man the bird as London pops crazily!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I do not like the potential for concussions we’re seeing here and now!


Austin does it, all right, swinging the chair overhead again, seemingly as hard as he can and connects with Wight’s head, sending the Big Nasty through the ropes and to the floor in a crumpled mass of humanity! London explodes only seconds after the grotesque sound of chair-meeting-head begins to spread through the arena!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Enormous chair shot! Stone Cold just waylaid the Big Nasty with that steel chair!


Edwards begins pulling herself up on the ropes as Austin stands, watching his gigantic opponent lay on the protective mats, unmoving! The Senior Official notices the discrepancy in participants in the ring and begins counting the Big Nasty out of the contest!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This could be the end! The Big Nasty is out for the count – quite literally!

[ Scott Steiner ] HELL YEAH HE IS!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I do want to seriously stress the importance of the likelihood of a concussi—


Edwards throws up eight fingers as London calls out the number with her! Austin’s eyes are downright transfixed on his opponent as the referee shouts “nine!”

[ Tony Schiavone ] This match is over!

Aubrey gives a final call for life from the Big Nasty – but there are none and as such, Senior Official Edwards gives the full ten-fingered count and awards the matchup to Stone Cold Steve Austin!


Before the glass can shatter or a single drop of beer can be poured, Austin leaps from the ring through the middle and top rope, lifting the chair high above his head and smashing the Big Nasty with it again, this time across the shoulders and back!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Stone Cold is a man possessed! Another huge chair shot!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] LOOK! IT’S THE ORIGIN!

[ Scott Steiner ] SON OF A BITCH!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] The entire group – well, err, not Guerrera, but you know, the BULK of the group! And they’re right on Stone Cold!

Adam Cole reaches Austin first and plows him into the ring apron with a flying forearm strike! Chris Jericho is not far behind and goes low, kicking Austin’s weakened knees over and over before the pair hurl Stone Cold into the ring! The entire Origin reaches ringside and immediately slide into the ring, all of them attacking Stone Cold with reckless abandon – doing their very best to eliminate Austin from the Body Count main event!

[ Tony Schiavone ] THIS IS A MUGGING!

[ Scott Steiner ] COWARDS!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] NO! Here comes Team SGW! The cavalry is riding in!

[ Tony Schiavone ] YES! ALL RIGHT!

Riott reaches the ring first and begins throwing shots at Adam Cole’s head! The former champions are colliding as DDP reaches Jericho and the two pair off – it’s bedlam! Tim Storm goes directly for Arn Anderson, popping him in the jaw before turning to Steve Corino!


[ Nigel McGuinness ] LOOK OUT, TIM!

[ Tony Schiavone ] God almighty! ANDERSON WITH THAT TIRE IRON! Where did he even have that damn weapon?! Tim Storm is down and out!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] And the tide is turning across the ring! The Origin is gaining ground!

Jericho goes low with a field goal kick between DDP’s legs, sending the Vegas Connection member to the mat as the London fans boo. Anderson stands over Storm with the tire iron, Corino grinning on his ass on the mat at the sight. Even with a seeming advantage over Cole, Ruby Riott leaves the former SGW World Champion and turns to Anderson, punching him RIGHT IN THE FACE to a massive pop!

[ Tony Schiavone ] YES! Ruby Riott just lit Arn Anderson up with a huge right hand!


Anderson turns back to Riott, snarling – and ADAM COLE STRIKES! SUPERKICK TO THE BACK OF RIOTT’S HEAD! The Punk Rock Ragdoll stumbles forward, right into Anderson’s arms – AND DOWN! ANDERSON PLANTS RUBY WITH A SPINEBUSTER!


Austin is up and rushes towards Anderson, but Jericho intercepts him with a Codebreaker! Stone Cold pops up from Jericho’s knees – and Cole wrecks him with a Panama Sunrise! The London fans scream out in shock at the dynamic maneuver as Corino, Anderson and Jericho take Austin by the arms and drag him to the ropes of the ring, tying him up in them! On the outside of the ring, Cole and Britt Baker are attending to the Big Nasty, helping him up to his feet before the Panama City Playboy notices Austin is now tied up in the ropes. Grinning wickedly, he slides into the ring.


[ Scott Steiner ] That’s alla these Origin shits! Just pussies! Wimps! Losers!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Maybe so, but Adam Cole doesn’t look like a loser right now!

SUPERKICK! Right to Austin’s right cheek! Anderson embraces Cole, wrapping him up tightly as the London fans rain boos on the Origin. As the two Origin founders release one another, Jericho leaps into Anderson with a hug of his own, patting Arn on the back over and over as the fans continue to boo relentlessly. The Big Nasty steps slowly over the ropes and looks down at Austin, his eyes widening before he goozles Stone Cold!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Oh no! Oh no, The Big Nasty has his eyes locked on Austin!


Suddenly, “the Dirt” hits the speakers and the London fans explode with energy! It’s Kevin Nash! The Origin shoot their eyes collectively towards the entrance as the SGW World Heavyweight Champion begins slowly stalking down the ramp with a stern expression on his face.



Cole steps up first and Nash greets him with a big boot to the face! Britt Baker leaps to assist Cole, but the former SGW Champion tosses his girlfriend from the ring to the safety of the floor. Jericho is next in line and leaps for a Codebreaker – but Nash tosses him off and elbows him in the skull! Corino’s next and Nash punches him in the face! The Big Nasty runs to attack, but Nash is on point with the timing and side-steps Wight, sending him over the ropes and to the ground!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Goodnight, Big Nasty!

Anderson scurries from the ring as Nash advances, then turns quickly to cut off a Cole sneak attack! The Panama City Playboy jumps from the ring to the floor with quickness as Nash drops the championship to begin attending to the downed members of Team SGW in the ring.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Nash clears the ring! He came to the aid of Team SGW when they needed their champion to help them! The Origin aren’t the only ones who have friends to help them out!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] CORINO IS ALIVE! He’s attacking Nash!

Corino throws a superkick – BUT NASH CATCHES IT! SPIN, GUT KICK – WHAM! JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB! Corino eats the Jackknife as Riott, Page and Storm begin coming to in the ring, but all attention is on the SGW World Heavyweight Champion! Nash plants his foot onto Corino’s chest, staring daggers up the ramp at the Origin and specifically Adam Cole as the London fans roar in approval!


[ Nigel McGuinness ] A dominant display from the SGW World Heavyweight Champion! The Origin have no answer for Big Sexy!

[ Tony Schiavone ] And time is running out, fans, because before you know it, SGW will be live from the Tokyo Dome – and Adam Cole will have nowhere to run! Kevin Nash versus Adam Cole! Two weeks! The Ecstasy of Gold!

A shot of Adam Cole’s wide eyes cut to one of Nash’s serious expression, the London fans roaring in anticipation of the championship encounter to come as we fade to black.