Rick Owen Cup

[SWAT Team]

Chester: This next event is a fatal 4 way set for one fall and is for the SWAT Women's Championship. Introducing the first challenger, weighing in at none of your damn concern, Brandi!

Hot Stuff by Donna Summer hits as a video of Brandi in the ring controlling various opponents plays. The images on screen cut back and forth between Brandi in the ring and in the gym in her Kick boxing workout. Brandi makes her way down the aisle, with a smug look on her face. She pauses to look along the security railing. She usually spots one of the more attractive females in the crowd and gives her a wink before making her way up the steps.

Chester: The next challenger, from Williston, North Dakota, weighing in at 210 pounds, Stormy Weather!

The way I mate by RedNex hits and a woman in beautiful dress on high heels, and hair in a bun comes off the ramp. Before entering the ring she takes pins out the hair, the high heels and dress off as she chooses to wrestle barefooted in a top & kneehigh pants.

Chester: The next challenger, from Tucson Arizona, weighing in at 146 pounds, The Best Kept Secret Of The Southwest, Kaycee Tanner!
Chester: Introducing the SWAT Women's Champion, from Savannah Georgia, weighing in at 200 pounds, Wildcat Lynn Brewster!

"Cat Scratch Fever" hits the speakers and Wildcat comes out. She stands there, and when lyrics start she walks down to the ring. She gets on the apron edge, looking around at the crowd, then gets in the ring and removes her jacket, oblivious to any booing she's receiving, almost enjoying it

Tucker: This 4 way about to begin, the champion at a huge disadvantage here not having to be pinned to lose her belt.

Fulton: She's winning, just you watch.

Tucker: The bell rings, and we're underway with chaos right from the get go. Brewster unloading on Tanner with some hard european uppercuts knocking her down, Brandi with some reverse knife edge chops to Stormy Weather. Stormy Weather with the dropkick to Brandi sending her to the canvas. Dropkick to the knee of Kaycee by Lynn, dropping her down to one knee followed by a snap suplex. Going for the pin, but she's pulled away by Stormy Weather.

Fulton: What a cowardly, disgusting move by Stormy Weather there. Trying to steal the pin from Lynn there.

Tucker: If that was anybody else in that match would you be saying this?

Fulton: I'm unbiased, everyone knows that. Oh, look Brandi's snuck in and is going for the pin on Kaycee. What brilliant strategy! Referee Cory Cadoret with the count.

Referee Cory Cadoret:

One ...

Fulton: Kaycee with the kickout, showing the resiliency only a true nutjob displays. Stormy Weather with a spinning backfist catching Lynn on the jaw staggering her, follows up with a jawbreaker. Lynn stumbling back right into a sleeper hold by Kaycee, cutting the oxygen off before she drops her down into a reverse ddt slamming the back of her head down hard into the mat. Stormy Weather with the bicycle kick knocking Kaycee out of the ring, another cheap shot. She spins around though right into an eye rake follow by a reverse Savate kick from Brandi. The action fast and furious here so far as Brandi goes for the pin.

Referee Cory Cadoret:

One ...

Two ...

Tucker: Stormy Weather with the kick out, taking over with some more impartial commentary here Brandi heading up top possibly looking for a shooting star press. But there's Kaycee from the outside knocking Brandi off the top crashing hard to the floor. Lynn with the running knee lift to Kaycee as she climbs back into the ring. Now lifting her up for the Cat Press, but Kaycee managing to elbow her way free and land on her feet behind Lynn. Stormy Weather with the spinning heel kick which Kaycee manages to spot coming out of the corner of her eye, dodging out of the way. Great awareness there as the kick catches Lynn instead. Kaycee catching Stormy Weather with the enziguiri, following up with three rolling vertical suplexes before lifting Stormy high in the air for a stalling brainbuster, a great display of technical skill there. Cat Scratch! Superkick from Lynn to Kaycee as both Stormy and Kaycee crash to the mat. Brandi climbing back on the apron, Lynn knocking her back off as Brandi hits her head on our announce desk with a nasty landing here, she could be out of it. Lynn going for the cover on Stormy Weather.

Referee Cory Cadoret:

One ...

Two ...

Fulton: I thought that was three, but that's just how it goes I guess. She looks up at the referee to question the count, and Stormy Weather with the Dark Cloud! Small package pin attempt, she might have been playing possum, another shady maneuver.

Referee Cory Cadoret:

One ...

Two ...

Tucker: Lynn kicks out and they both scramble back to their feet. They're both trading strikes, brawling all over the ring. Stormy Weather getting the best of it, a series of hard forearms to the body. And there's Brandi recovered seemingly coming from out of nowhere with a corkscrew moonsault taking both of them out! Kaycee now with the Springboard Crossbody onto Brandi, who rolls through holding tights.

Referee Cory Cadoret:

One ...

Fulton: There's Stormy Weather in to break it up with a hard axe handle to the back of Brandi, always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Lynn looking to jump Stormy Weather from behind, but she sees her coming and uses Brewster's momentum to send her hard shoulder first into corner hitting the ring post. Kaycee looking to capitalize but Stormy Weather attacks her as well, Kaycee managing to counter with an arm drag into an arm bar. Meanwhile Lynn stumbling back, Date {No Means No} Piledriver from Brandi! Referee Cadoret going for the count, Kaycee looking to let go of that arm bar to go break it up, but Stormy Weather who has her back turned to the action and doesn't see Brandi going for the pin counters into the Dark Cloud!

Referee Cory Cadoret:

One ...

Two ...

Three!!!

Chester: Your winner and New SWAT Women's Champion ... Brandi!!!!

Tucker: Wildcat loses her title to an opportunistic Brandi here, despite the odds this still has to be considered a big upset. The crowd booing as Brandi celebrates with the belt, and Stormy Weather looks on confused not having any idea what happened. I think she thought she had gotten the winning pinfall.

Fulton: Well, those are the breaks, congratulations to Brandi on her victory!

[SWAT Team]

[The audience is buzzing and the stage is set for WarGames. Two rings are pressed together , surrounded by a fifteen-foot high steel cage.]

JT: It’s been an absolutely wild night here at Kyle Field, but we ain’t finished yet. The big one, War Games, is about to be decided. Five men from the Mid-South and five from the North-East will step into that cage to fight for the supremacy of their region and the very prestigous Rick Owen Cup. Now, in case you don’t know the rules of War Games—

AF: Tell your daddy to put you to bed, because you’re probably up too late.

JT: --we’ll start out with one representative from each team inside the cage. After 5 minutes, the other wrestlers will start entering at 2 minute intervals. Once all 10 wrestlers are inside, the Match Beyond begins, and the match can be won... but ONLY by getting a member of the other team to submit. This is a brutal match that shortens careers and makes legends.

AF: I’ve got my popcorn ready.

[Ring announcer Chester Arthur stands in front of the cage, unable to hide his excitement.]

CA: Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling fans around the world, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Mid-South vs. North-East in a War Games match for the Rick Owen Cup! There is no time limit. This is your main event of the evening!

[Big pop! “Kill the Night” by Hot Water Music starts playing, and the North-East team emerges from behind the curtains. First out is Troy Poole, wearing his belt proudly around his waist. Following him is the House of Pain, Legacy wearing his recently won UCW heavyweight belt around his waist, and then a pumped up Terry Masters. Bringing up the rear is Jay Williams, who gets easily the biggest pop of the bunch.

CA: Introducing first! “The Living Classic” Terry Masters, Jay Williams, Kota, Legacy, and the SWAT North-East Heavyweight Champion, “The Great One” Troy Poole! They are... TEAM NORTH-EAST!

AF: Like I said before, I like this North-East team. All five of these guys are established veterans who aren’t going to be intimidated by that cage.

JT: They’re certainly no joke. I wonder if North-East feels like the little brother that wants to show he’s just as good as his big bro?
[“Land of Confusion” by Disturbed kicks in over the loudspeaker, heralding the Mid-South team. The new Mid-South champion Frostbite enters with his belt slung over his shoulder. He is followed by an intense Brock Sisson and the Alley Cats, both of whom are obviously very excited to be in the main event. Jason Birmingham dawdles behind, taking time to sign autographs and flirt with girls in the front row.]

CA: And their opponents! Jason Birmingham, Brock Sisson, Alleycats 1 & 2, and the Mid-South Heavyweight Champion, “The Cold-Hearted Bastard” Frostbite. They are TEAM MID-SOUTH!

JT: This team is a bit younger and less experienced than their opponents, but you have two guys in Jason Birmingham and Brock Sisson who could be the future of this business, and the new champion Frostbite.

AF: And then you have two useless poofters in the Alley Cats.

JT: Hey, they showed a lot of skill in their match earlier tonight. Everyone here won a match just a few hours ago to get here... which means that they’re all coming into this fight with battle scars.

[The two team captains, Troy Poole and Frostbite, go out to meet with the referee for the coin flip. The ref flips the coin and points to Poole.]

CA: The winner of the coin flip is Team North-East!

JT: That means that the North-East guys will enter before the Mid-South wrestlers, giving them a distinct advantage.

[Poole gloats as he returns to his team. There’s a lot of discussion among the North-East side among who will start, and after a while Jay Williams just volunteers, stepping up into the cage.]

JT: So Jay Williams is going to take the difficult starter role for the North-East. He had a tough fight with Calvin St. James earlier on, but let’s see if he can keep his roll going.

[For the Mid-South there’s no debate... Brock Sisson shoves his teammates aside and barrels into the ring.]

AF: Somebody’s hungry for blood!

JT: It’s going to be Jay Williams vs. Brock Sisson one on one for five minutes. There’s no pinfalls or submissions right now – the only goal is to soften up your opponent for the Match Beyond.

[The bell rings, and immediately Brock Sisson shoots out, tackling Jay Williams to the ground. Straddling him, Sisson throws punches in a flurry, more than a few of them finding the face of Williams.]

JT: Sisson attacking viciously right out of the gates. He’s in control now, but he needs to save his energy, as he’ll be in that cage for upwards of twenty minutes. At minimum.

[Sisson pulls Jay Williams up by the hair and nails him with a short-armed clothesline. Williams wobbles, but doesn’t go down. Instead, he comes back with a few hard shots to the chin of Brock Sisson. Jay Williams rears back and connects with a headbutt to the chin of the former inmate. Both wrestlers stagger from the collision.]

JT: Both of these two are going tooth and nail right out of the gate. Jay Williams had to get ugly to get the advantage over Brock Sisson, but when he has to that boy knows how to fight.

[Williams whips Sisson into the ropes. Brock comes back on the rebound with a full-speed clothesline, but Jay ducks it. On the second rebound, Williams catches his opponent and twists his momentum into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.]

JT: Williams used Sisson’s momentum against him, and that’s what he has to do if he wants to keep up with someone that vicious and still have something left for his other four opponents.

AF: He’s not going to put Brock Sisson away with those sissy lucha moves.

[Sisson quickly gets up to his feet, and Williams goes behind him to grab onto a hammerlock. As Sisson tries to twist out of it, Jay Williams shifts around to always be right behind his opponent. Brock manages to escape the hammerlock through sheer strength, but Jay just switches to a rear waistlock. He powers Sisson up into the air and then slams him down to the mat.]

JT: Amateur style slam by Williams, and now he’s got Sisson’s back. So far Williams has done a good job of slowing down the pace of this match, to his advantage.

AF: More like a good job of boring us to death.

[Williams spins around and applies a grounded front chancery. Using his 250 pounds of muscle Brock Sisson pushes his way up, struggling to get out of the hold. Williams instead scoots underneath Sisson and transitions it into a sleeper hold.]

AF: What’s he doing this for? There’s no submissions yet.

JT: Well yeah, but not only will this sleeper take a lot out of Brock, if it works well enough Jay Williams will be standing above an unconscious Brock Sisson, and that’s always a worthwhile advantage.

[The former inmate, however, is having one of that. Sisson powers himself up and rams Williams right into the cage wall! There’s a surprised look on the North-East star’s face, at least until he flops forward like a pancake down to the mat.]

AF: Now that’s how you wear down your opponent!

[Sisson instinctively goes to pin Williams, but he can’t, so instead he just powers him up and transitions into a powerslam. The crowd seems torn, with fans of both regions in attendance, but as we’re in Texas the cheers for the Mid-South slightly win out. In other words, the sound of Williams’ body impacting the canvas is greeted with more cheers than boos.]

JT: Powerslam! No flash, all impact.

[As Williams lays on the ground Sisson starts laying into him with boots to the side, treating him like a beaten dog. When Williams tries to get to his feet, Sisson closes the distance in a flash and applies a sleeper hold, his arm squeezing around the throat of Jay Williams.]

JT: Now Brock Sisson’s got a sleeperhold of his own applied. Sort of an “anything you can do, I can do better” type of thing.

AF: This isn’t HORSE! Beat him up!

[Williams managed to get his arm in the lock and is slowly prying it open, although escaping from Sisson’s vice-like grip is no small feat. When Jay finally pops his head out, an unimpressed Brock congratulates him with a hard right hand.]

AF: That’s the kind of no-nonsense brawling that makes you the husband, not the wife in prison.

JT: Andrew, there are children watching!

AF: Look at this! Sisson has Jay up on his shoulders, and he’s going to toss him square into the other ring.

[With Williams in position Sisson takes the barrier between the two rings at a run. As he does so, Williams drops down behind him and plants the unsuspecting Aussie with a full nelson slam.]

JT: Brilliant reversal by Jay Williams! And now he’s showing off his power.

[Williams scoops Brock Sisson up for a reverse brainbuster, but holds him there for several seconds, letting all the blood rush to Brock Sisson’s head. Finally, he comes down with a vicious impact to the back of Brock’s head.]

JT: Both of these guys have a lot more strength than their weight would suggest, and they’ve been showing it off here tonight.

AF: Sisson got right back up to his feet. Shows that there’s not much to hurt in that head of his.

JT: Watch it or I’ll tell him you said that.

[With a snarl, Sisson lunges at Williams, and the two meet up in a chest of strength. The crowd is practically salivating as the two mighty warriors strain to press each other back. At this time a countdown appears on the jumbotron, signaling the entrance of the next wrestler.]

5... 4...

JT: Five minutes are almost up, and in a few more seconds another North-East wrestler will enter the cage.

3... 2...

AF: But how are we going to find out who’s stronger now?

1... BUZZ!

[The buzzer rings, and “The Living Classic” Terry Masters steps into the cage. Brock Sisson is too focused on the test of strength to notice, and allows Masters to chop block him. With Williams still pressing on him, Sisson goes tumbling over Masters’ body and onto his back.]

JT: Terry Masters jumps Brock Sisson from behind!

AF: Hey, if it’s good enough for the kids that beat you up in school, it’s good enough for Team North-East.

[Williams looks a little dismayed at Masters’ choice of tactics, but doesn’t stop fighting. He scoops Sisson up and hits a sidewalk slam. The Australian has barely hit the canvas before Terry Masters follows up by dropping an elbow into his sternum. Masters scoops Sisson up and takes him over with a German suplex.]

AF: German suplex, all impact no bridge! Sisson’s going to be telling his chiropractor about that one.

JT: Brock Sisson cannot deal with the numbers advantage here. With two people attacking him at once, he has no time to recover between moves. This is going to be something that the Mid-South faces throughout this match.

[Sisson rolls to his feet shakily, holding out his arms in a defensive stance. He manages to land a hook on the chin of both his opponents, but shortly after that Williams shoots in and goes for a leglock. Sisson twists out of it and scoops Jay up in brainbuster position.]

JT: Brock Sisson trying to get payback from that brainbuster Williams hit on him earlier... but Terry Masters is right behind him and counters with a Russian legsweep

[Jay Williams steps over and applies the leglock he was trying for earlier. Masters also slaps on a kneebar, twisting away at the limb of his opponent. With both of his legs caught in dangerous submission holds, Brock Sisson cries out in pain.]

AF: Break his legs!

JT: I thought you liked Sisson.

AF: I’m impartial, remember?

JT: Right. Well, these two holds are not only painful, they could seriously affect Brock Sisson’s leg strength and as a result his mobility and power base. Not to mention it would make submissions on that leg easier later.

AF: Plus it keeps him immobile now.

[Just as Brock’s situation seems hopeless, the countdown appears on the bigscreen again.]

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZ!

[AlleyCat #1 charges in through the door. Williams gets up to intercept him, but #1 dropkicks him and rushes past him. Masters is still holding onto his leg lock. Or rather, he was until Alley Cat #1 kicked him in the back with a surprising amount of force. As Masters gets his wits about him, #1 helps his teammate Sisson up, to a big pop.]

JT: Alley Cat #1, the former Shameless Edward, is the second man for the Mid-South team. And he comes in like a house of fire.

[Williams and Masters also regroup on the other side of the ring, and then collectively rush at the Mid-South duo. Williams collides with Sisson again, the two of them trading shots, while Masters shoots in and tries to take down Alley Cat #1. The tag specialist is able to grab onto the ropes to hold himself up, and Masters transitions into a standing leglock. Williams whips Sisson into the opposite corner and comes charging in with a clothesline, but Brock greets him with a big boot to the face.]

AF: Jay Williams eats leather! That almost took his head off.. . and I say “almost” with disappointment.

JT: Now it looks like Sisson is going to ram Williams’ head into the cage! The last thing Jay Williams needs in this grueling match is a bleeding head wound.

[Sisson grabs the hair of Jay Williams and moves to drive it into the fence, but Terry Masters comes up behind him. “The Living Classic” grabs onto Sisson from behind and tries to pull him back, but Alley Cat #1 comes off the ropes with a flying tackle to the back of Masters. This thrusts everyone forward, and Jay Williams right into the steel. The crowd “oohs” in sympathy.]

JT: Jay Williams has tasted metal! It doesn’t look like he was busted open though...

AF: Awww...

[Alley Cat #1 monkey flips Terry Williams over his head and right into the arms of Brock Sisson, who slams him right down into the mat. The two men then break off again with what seem to be their picked opponents. Alley Cat #1 steps over Masters and pulls him into a chinlock, grinding away at the stamina of the veteran. Meanwhile, Sisson drags Williams up and drives an elbow into the bridge of his nose.]

JT: Sisson going for an enzuigiri... but Williams ducks! Sisson is off balance, and gets caught in a spinebuster.

[Williams mounts Sisson and starts throwing down shots at his head. Alley Cat #1 keeps grinding away at his chinlock, while Masters holds his head close to #1’s chest to avoid taking much of the pressure. As this persists, the countdown appears on the screen.]

5... 4... 3...

AF: North-East is about to get the advantage again!

2... 1... BUZZ!

[Legacy grins and steps into the cage. He sees Alley Cat #1 doing some damage with his hold and connects with a RLS superkick! Alley Cat #1 collapses backwards like he’s been shot.]

AF: RLS! Big payday for Legacy, but he can’t finish right now.

JT: Legacy is the only one in this match who hasn’t had to wrestle earlier tonight, given that Sasso & Christiansen weren’t able to make it to their qualifier. Although he may have been involved in some, er, extracurriculars tonight.

AF: Scurrilous rumours!

JT: In any case, he has a big advantage.

[Legacy tells Jay Williams to get off Brock Sisson, and his teammate shrugs and obliges. Legacy drives a double axehandle down into the neck of Sisson. Sisson responds by throwing a shot to the stomach, grinning at his opponent’s pain. Brock battles up to his feet and the two are throwing wild shots at each other, to the roar of the crowd.]

JT: These two had a run-in backstage and now they’re going right after each other in the ring!

[Meanwhile, Jay Williams and Terry Masters toss Alley Cat #1 into the second ring, and go to double team him. Williams delivers a pendulum backbreaker, draping #1 over his leg. Terry Masters drops a leg right across the exposed throat of Alley Cat #1. Legacy smashes Brock Sisson’s head into the ringpost and begins choking him out against the ropes.]

AF: Williams & Masters making use of their numbers advantage while Legacy makes use of the no DQ element of this match. It’s a wonderful world.

[Jay Williams takes up the Alley Cat in a bow and arrow hold, stretching out his back before releasing the hold and dumping him unceremoniously to the mat. Legacy goes to whip Sisson across the ring, but the Australian counters by rebounding right on Legacy with a short-arm clothesline. He then starts choking Legacy on the ropes. In the other ring, Terry Masters picks up where his partner left off by twisting the Cat into a Boston crab.

Team Mid-South watches all this anxiously, hoping to get in. Legacy fights back with a thumb to the eye of Brock Sisson, then rakes his fingernails down his face. The House of Pain member dumps Sisson on his head with a release German suplex. Afterward he just stands in the ring, looking triumphant and mouthing off to the crowd.]

JT: Legacy seems to have gained a momentary advantage over Brock Sisson, but he shouldn’t get too cocky. The next Mid-South wrestler will be in shortly.

[Williams grabs onto Terry Masters’ hands and pulls back, adding extra pressure to the Boston crab. Alley Cat #1 squirms and cries out in pain, but can’t do anything. Except, that is, wait for the timer to run down.]

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZ!

JT: Alley Cat #2! The former Heavenly Henry storms in the ring, looking to help his partner.

[Ignoring Legacy and Sisson outright, Alleycat #2 runs to the second ring and scales the buckles. Jay Williams and Terry Masters turn to greet the newcomer, but not fast enough, as Alley Cat #2 jumps off the top buckle with a crossbody that catches both North-East stars!]

JT: Huge crossbody! The crowd loves the Alley Cats’ high-flying offense.

AF: Bah! They’re a flash in the pan.

[Legacy tries to apply a spinning toe hold to Brock Sisson, but the former inmate wiggles out of it. Sisson rolls to his feet and cracks an oncoming Legacy with a hard right hand. Legacy just grins and fights back with a vicious hook. This seems to startle Sisson, so Legacy throws another, but this time Sisson intercepts with an axehandle smash to his opponent’s hand. On the other side of the ring, both Alley Cats scoop Jay Williams up onto their shoulders.]

JT: What are they going for here... oh! The Alley Cats just forcibly tossed Jay Williams into the other ring, and right into the back of Legacy. Now they’re turning their undivided attention to a suddenly very lonely Terry Masters.

[“The Living Classic” tries to crawl away, but he has nowhere to go. Acting as one unit, both Alley Cats scoop up their target and whip him into the ropes. As Masters careens back at them, out of control of his own motion, the Cats drop him with a double shoulderblock. They then drag Masters up and then drive him down with a double flapjack. BIG POP!]

JT: The Alley Cats make all these fancy double-teams look easy.

AF: They are easy. I mean, it’s just the two guys doing the same thing. How hard is that?

JT: But such synchronicity...

AF: Synchronicity is for the Olympics. This is War Games!

[Brock Sisson currently has a boot on the head of his original opponent Jay Williams, stopping him from rising. This is just so that he can continue to trade shots with Legacy undisturbed. But when Legacy connects with a hard spin kick to the side, it forces Sisson to backpedal, and Williams is able to get up. When Sisson tries to advance, Williams picks him up in a bearhug and spins around, allowling Legacy to get a head of steam and then deliver a stiff lariat to the back of Sisson’s head.]

JT: Brutal northern lariat! Brock Sisson had better check for head trauma after that.

AF: That’s not the worse his head is going to go through.

[With Sisson still in his grasp, Williams drives him facefirst into the steel cage, payback for earlier. With interest, it turns out, as Sisson is cut open, a small trickle of blood oozing out of a cut in his head.]

JT: Blood! Now this is getting interesting!

5... 4... 3...

[Oblivious to the ominous timer, Alley Cat #2 drives his forearm into the underside of Masters’ jaw. Alley Cat #1 applauds joyfully and connects with a bicycle kick that drops Terry.]

2... 1... BUZZ!

[Neither Troy Poole nor Kota look anxious to get into the ring, and there’s a brief staredown between them. But eventually Poole relents and climbs up the steps.]

JT: The North-East champion is now entering the ring, and it’ll be interesting to see how the normally refined Poole handles himself in such a chaotic environment.

[Troy Poole immediately takes charge, telling Legacy and Jay Williams to hold the bleeding Brock Sisson in place. Both lift Sisson up, holding one arm each. Poole takes his time to measure a shot before lashing out with a vicious spin kick to the ribs.]

AF: Absolutely brutal kick by the champion! I think I heard a few ribs snap.

JT: Now Poole has to deal with the Alley Cats situation.

[The North-East heavyweight champion sneers at the Cats as he strides over to deal with him. Jay Williams follows him, leaving Brock Sisson in Legacy’s hands – hands that are presently battering and bloodying Sisson’s face. The Cats collide with Poole and Williams as soon as they step into the second ring. Soon Williams and Alley Cat #2 are trading shots, while Poole and #1 are locked up tightly.

Poole bodily tosses Alley Cat #1 into the corner and connects with a chop to his chest. #2 sweeps Williams’ legs out from under him and then springs forward into a double stomp right to the chest. Alley Cat #2 then goes to help out his partner, but Terry Masters is back up and intercepts him, hitting a gutbuster on his opponent.]

JT: There’s the numbers game for you. Poole with another harsh chop in the corner, but Alley Cat #1 fights back with a chop of his own. He’s a master of that move, you know.

[Poole sidesteps the next chop and applies an armringer to #1. Troy is content to pull back on the hold and demand that the Alley Cat give up. Williams and Masters are all but mugging Alley Cat #2, holding him in the corner and delivering blow after blow. Legacy bodyslams Brock Sisson onto his arm, and then climbs up to the middle turnbuckle to connect with a diving legdrop. The crowd begins to boo, and the jeers get louder as this situation goes on.]

AF: What are these fans complaining about? The North-East would be idiots not to use this numerical advantage they’ve been handed. This is just how this match works.

JT: I can’t really disagree with you, I guess. But the Mid-South will rise again.

[Fulton groans. Inside the cage, Brock Sisson has already got a crimson half-mask, and Legacy is looking to improve on it by raking his face against the fence. The counter appears again just as Troy Poole hits a double-arm facebuster on Alley Cat #1.]

5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BUZZ!

JT: Who’s going to be next for the Mid-South?

[Frostbite points at the open cage door and orders Jason Birmingham to go inside. Jason shoots him a dirty look, but goes into the cage anyway, jumping into action right away by clocking Legacy with an European uppercut. He then dropkicks Legacy right back in the grasp of Brock Sisson, who drills the North-East member with a side suplex.]

AF: Jason Birmingham is in, and this is a guy who knows how to get down to business. Even if he is kind of metrosexual for my taste.

JT: Birmingham may get the highest-pitched pops I’ve heard this side of a John Cena entrance.

[Birmingham springs onto the second rope and hits a springboard hurracanrana on Terry Masters. Jay Williams turns around and rushes at the newcomer. Williams quickly takes his back and applies a full nelson, but Jason drops down and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Alley Cat #2 grabs onto Williams, but Birmingham waves him off. #2 shrugs and walks across the ring to catch an unsuspecting Troy Poole with a big right.]

JT: Jason Birmingham wants to fight these two guys by himself? Well, it’s his funeral...

[Brock Sisson backs Legacy up into a corner and throws gut-munching knees into his midsection. He picks up the UCW World Champion and delivers an inverted atomic drop that has the male part of the audience crossing their legs. Meanwhile, both Alley Cats are attacking Troy Poole. Alley Cat #1 scoops the champion up and spins him around in an airplane psin, then drops a dizzied Poole on the waiting knees of Alley Cat #2.

Jason Birmingham is doing a decent job of fighting off both Terry Masters and Jay Williams, benefiting from both men's obvious fatigue, but it’s a losing battle. Birmingham delivers a STO backbreaker to Masters, but Williams surges over the body of his teammate to deliver an enzuigiri to Jason.]

JT: The action here is getting hard to call... Williams climbs to the top rope while Masters powers up Birmingham... assisted top rope powerbomb! That shook Birmingham’s lights! Jay Williams usually uses that move when teaming with Eric Hererra, but in this situation he’s willing to improvise.

[Williams & Masters hit a double snap suplex, then both hit elbow drops on Jason Birmingham. Despite this punishment, the Mid-South star rises to his feet, connecting with two arcing hooks that catch his opponents in a beautifully symmetrical moment. He then drills Williams and Masters into the mat with a double DDT.]

AF: If you thought this was getting heavy before... we’re about to get a four hundred pound addition to the mix.

5... 4... 3...

[The Alley Cats are still battering Troy Poole against the fence. Brock Sisson is sucking wind, and Legacy doesn’t look fresh either, but they’re still going at each other tooth and nail.]

2... 1... BUZZ!

JT: Only one man left for the North-East, and that’s the mammoth Kota, coming off a controversial win earlier against Paul Soutter. If the North-East takes this one, Kota could claim three wins in one night.

AF: That’s an interesting statistic. But what’s more interesting? A huge dude is about to beat up some Mid-South guys.

[Kota immediately comes to the aid of his partner Legacy, delivering a chop to the back of Brock Sisson’s neck. Sisson has barely turned around by the time he’s scooped up and slammed down to the mat. Legacy backs away into the corner to take a breather. In the other ring, Jason Birmingham tries to climb up to the top, but Jay Williams pulls him off. Terry Wililams punches Birmingham in the liver and DDTs him into the mat.]

JT: Kota and Legacy are working together, and are leaving the six men in the other ring to their own devices. Weirdly, we seem to have three double-team situations going on here...

[Alley Cat #1 balances Troy Poole up on his shoulders while #2 comes off the top turnbuckle, pulling Poole down to a harsh impact of neck against shoulder. Alley Cat #2 sprints across the ring and bulldogs an unsuspecting Terry Masters. Birmingham shouts at him to mind his own business. Across the ring, Troy Poole shoots a knee into the groin of Alley Cat #1. The Cat dances around holding his crotch. A grim-faced Poole sends him head over heels with a lariat.]

AF: Man, Jason Birmingham is not a team player. He needs to realize that he can’t take on two guys at once.

[Kota delivers a vicious headbutt that staggers Brock Sisson. Legacy is behind him to follow up with an inverted DDT. Brock Sisson is by this point leaving bloody smears over the canvas. Still, the Australian struggles to his feet. Kota effortlessly hits a superkick to his opponent’s jaw. Sisson then stumbles into a flip piledriver by Legacy that has the crowd oohing in spite of themselves!]

JT: Isolated Incident! Brock Sisson has been in here since the beginning, and he is badly hurt.

[Frostbite, the only man left to enter, yells at his teammates inside the cage. Troy Poole picks up Alley Cat #1 and swings him around until his boots clock Alley Cat #2. Poole then slams #1 down onto #2. Williams and Masters scoop Birmingham up for a double suplex, but instead slam him onto the knees of Troy Poole.]

AF: Triple-team on Jason Birmingham! The prettyboy has bit off more than he can chew.

JT: Things are not looking good for the North-East team here.

[Kota tosses Brock Sisson like a javelin into the cage wall, which shakes with the impact. Troy Poole drags up Jason Birmingham only to drill him with a swinging neckbreaker. Jay Williams and Terry Masters go to engage the Alley Cats again, and the four men meet in a storm of punches.]

5... 4... 3... 2...

AF: Frostbite is going to step in the cage, and then the Match Beyond! I’m psyched!

1... BUZZ!

[The crowd pops as the newly crowned Mid-South Heavyweight Champion goes to enter the cage, still wearing his title belt. The referee instructs him to leave the belt outside, and the two argue as the battle continues inside the cage.]

JT: Our beleaguered referee is doing his best to keep out foreign objects. Frostbite should probably just give it up and get in there.

[Eventually Frostbite comes around to this, leaving his belt with Chester Arthur. He warns the ring announcer that if there’s so much of a scratch on the title he’ll be sued for all he’s worth. Frostbite steps into the cage and immediately corks Legacy with a big right hand. Kota rushes at him, but Frostbite sidesteps the giant and tries to lift him up.]

AF: No way can Frostbite lift up the 400-pound Kota. I mean, I like him, but people have limits.

[Realizing that submissions now count, Troy Poole turns over Jason Biringham and puts him in a Boston crab, but the Hamilton Cup winner refuses to quit. The Alley Cats drop Jay Williams with a double clothesline, and apply a wishbone hold, but Terry Masters kicks them both in the back of the head to break it up.

Frostbite is still struggling with Kota. Finally, he succeeds by sweeping Kota’s tree trunk-like legs out from under him, and hauling him up by hitting a German suplex into the cage wall! When Kota staggers out, Frostbite connects with a superkick.]

JT: Armed and Dangerous! That put the big man on queer street.

AF: Can you say that nowadays?

[Legacy gets up and approaches Frostbite, but Brock Sisson is back up too! Fury in his eyes, Sisson wheels Legacy around and starts savagely biting at his forehead! Legacy shrieks and pulls away, now cut open just like Brock Sisson.]

JT: Sisson is getting his revenge! Look at that brutal fighting style. He learned that at Yalta.

[Frostbite confidently strides into the second ring. Alley Cat #2 rushes him, but Frostbite just scoops him up into a jumping DDT. The new champ then kicks Alley Cat #1 in the stomach, doubling him over, and powerbombs him into the cage wall. There’s one enemy left. Frostbite grabs Troy Poole and spins him around by the shoulder. HUGE POP!]

JT: It’s champion versus champion! The leaders of the North-East and the Mid-South are about to go head to head.

[Poole throws a right hand, but Frostbite counters with a right of his own. Poole bruises Frostbite with a kick to the midsection and then scoops him up on his shoulders, possibly looking for The Greatest, but Frostbite escapes from behind and plants the North-East champ on his neck with a German suplex. Frostbite then scoops him for the Snowstorm, but Poole struggles, and is able to get back to his feet.

Everyone else seems to be watching this clash of champions, their battle momentarily at a halt. And then Jason Birmingham drives an elbow into the back of Jay Williams’ neck, and pandemonium erupts once more.]

JT: There are ten men in here, and all of them are at each others’ throats. This is War Games!

[Alley Cat #2 springboards over the top rope into the next ring and onto the back of Kota. The former Heavenly Henry tries to choke out the giant, as the big islander backpedals to ram him into the cage. Brock Sisson and Legacy are still slugging it out. They’ve abandoned wrestling and even defending themselves, content to take turns hitting the other in the jaw. Terry Masters hits the northern lights suplex he calls the Classic-plex on Alley Cat #1. Jay Williams shoots Jason Birmingham into the ropes, and goes for a backdrop on the return, but Birmingham leapfrogs over William’s shoulders and hits an elevated dropkick to the head of Troy Poole!]

AF: Nice agility out of Birmingham. That kid hasn’t got anything stopping him from being a star.

JT: Williams nails Jason Birmingham with a fallaway slam, helping his partner recover. Williams and Poole now have Birmingham up... they set him on the top rope... it looks like they’re going for a team superplex now... no!

[As the two North-East stars climb up to the middle turnbuckle, Alley Cat #1 scoots in behind them, and grabs onto both their legs. He tries to suplex them both off, but doesn’t quite have the strength. Then Terry Masters comes in behind #1 and German suplexes him, taking the other three men down with him!]

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” “THAT WAS AWESOME!”

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” “THAT WAS AWESOME!”

JT: FIVE MAN SUPERPLEX!

AF: This is like the night of German suplexes!

JT: Half the match is now reeling on the floor...

[Terry Masters seems to have suffered little more than a little muscle strain, and gets to his feet. “The Living Classic” admires the carnage before him. This slight pause allows Forstbite the time to kick him in the gut and deliver a front brainbuster.]

JT: Snowstorm! Everyone’s going for broke!



“ONE! TWO! THREE!”

AF: Well, that doesn’t mean anything in the context of the match, but it’s got to make Brock happy.

[ Sisson takes the unmoving Legacy and pulls him into a grapevine ankle lock.]

JT: Ankle lock by Brock Sisson! Will Legacy submit?

AF: He’s screaming like a little girl!

[Seeing his partner in danger, Kota slams Alley Cat #2, still on his back, into the cage once more time to shake him off. The House of Pain member then grabs #2 and tosses him high up in the air, almost to the top of the cage, where the Alley Cat tumbles down all the way to the mat! HOLY SHIT POP! Kota strides across the ring to peel Sisson off Legacy.]

JT: DID YOU SEE THAT?! Alley Cat #2 must have fallen ten feet or more there.

AF: I am now terrified of Kota, and think we should call the hospital and get #2 out of here right now.

JT: Hey, what’s Packer doing here?

AF: He’s obviously here to offer moral support to his clients at a critical moment.

[Indeed, Reginald P. Packer is now at cageside, yelling encouragement to the House of Pain. In the other ring, Jason Birmingham is still out from being on the business end of that massive superplex, but Troy Poole, Jay Williams and Alley Cat #1 are all getting to their feet. On the other side of the ring, Frostbite is kicking away at a prone Terry Masters. Poole catches Alley Cat #1 in the side with a spin kick, then scoops him up on his shoulders. #1 struggles off, grabbing the ropes, but Jay Williams grabs that arm and drags Alley Cat #1 onto his back to hit a vicious tower hacker bomb!]

JT: Tower hacker bomb! Put Alley Cat #1 on a stretcher!

AF: Troy Poole doesn’t seem happy about that too. Jay Williams just stole his thunder!

[Troy Poole shouts at Williams and points a finger in his face. Williams shrugs and goes over to help Terry Masters, but Poole spins him around and clocks him across the face! An angry Williams punches Poole in the gut, and it is on.]

JT: Team North-East is fighting amongst themselves! They need to concentrate on winning this match.

[Frostbite slams Terry Masters’ neck down into the top rope, and then hits a reverse neckbreaker. Then he straddles the fallen Masters and puts him in a modified camel clutch.]

AF: Wind Chill Factor, followed by the High Pressure System! That’s it, right there!

[Legacy is slowly beginning to get to his feet, wiping the blood off his face. Packer slyly passes him his trademark axe handle through the cage fence. The referee comes over to give him hell for it, but the damage is done. Legacy shakily gets up and smashes the axehandle down on the head of Brock Sisson. Kota then takes the handle and starts driving it into the eye of Sisson!]

JT: Sisson might have to choose between this match and his eyeball!

AF: Masters and Sisson are both in danger of being submitted... Williams and Poole are too busy fighting each other to do anything about it... everyone else is down... who’s gonna tap out first?

[Williams holds his hand out, pain obviously across his face, his body trembling...

...but Brock Sisson taps out first!]

JT: Brock Sisson taps out! Team North-East wins!

[The bell rings, to a mixed reaction from the crowd, and “Kill the Night” plays again. Poole and Williams pay the end of the match no heed, still fighting, until the rest of the team pulls them apart. Brock Sisson leaves the cage first, stumbling out while talking to the cameras.]

CA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the 2009 Rick Owen Cup... TEAM NORTH-EAST!

BS: Fuck Mid-South. I’m not losing my eye for them!

AF: A valid perspective.

JT: There were obviously divisions in the North-Est, and I’m sure we’ll see those in future months, but tonight they had the advantage and were able to put it away.

AF: They don’t seem too happy about it, though.

[Poole and Williams snarl at each other, held back by Terry Masters and Kota. Legacy is the only one standing to celebrate, and even he can’t muster up much energy as bruised and bleeding as he is. Frostbite holds up his belt as he leaves, trying to salvage some dignity. The rest of the Mid-South team slowly gets up and files out of the cage, as SWAT President Sly Fondell enters the ring to present the team with a trophy.]

JT: Well, we’re getting the official trophy presentation here, and it looks like Williams and Poole are no longer coming to blows, though I don’t think it’s over between them.

AF: This show has gone off without too many catastrophes... Backyard rumble aside.

JT: It’s been a great night here in Texas. There have been great fights, new champions crowned, some major changes for SWAT, and the North-East winning a grueling War Games match. For all of us here at SWAT, I’m Jeremy Tucker, saying thanks for watching.

[Legacy and Troy Poole lift the Rick Owen Cup trophy above their heads as we fade to black.]