Post by @xL on Mar 24, 2009 21:58:54 GMT -5
This is a match I wrote back in '02, for a British fed, owned by a friend from the UK named Sean O'Connor. I still talk to him on messanger from time to time. I had a great time there, for about three or so years. It also holds the dubious distinction of being the birthplace of the sWo. I also formed a stable there called "The Industry" which is what I based the Hierarchy on. Anyway, here's the match, the first (and only) Cinco Cell Sacrifice match, held between the owner, Sean, and the leader of the sWo, me, Shane-o-mac Bry. Yup... I was young. Dumb. And yeah, I was ugly. But here it is, in its entirety... you have been warned. 
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Jamie: “Anyway, next up is the first of our 3 main events! These two men have been friends and they’ve been enemies, but tonight it all comes to this! 3 words…Cinco Cell Sacrifice! We take you to BJ and Spacko to commentate for this match!”
Cinco Cell Sacrifice - Streetfight, Submission, Tables, Strap, Ladder
Sean O'Connor vs Shane-o-mac Bry
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Good ol' Ben Joss and Spacko make their way to the announce position to specially commentate on this match.
BJ: Well folks, the following match is gonna be summed up in one word: tuna baker!!!
Spacko: But, uh, Ben, those are 2 words...
BJ: Don't argue with me, ya damn nazi! I know yer secrets!
Spacko: ...Well, anyway, this match will be the culmination of a heated rivalry that has spanned a good portion of the history of the SwC. The man with the most wins in the given stipulations shall be declared the better man. Let's see this long, incredible feud, summed up in one nice little montage.
(A montage plays of clips all the way from the entrance of the sWo into the SwC, to the Industry's overthrowing of Seany-boy for the ownership, to Shane quitting, all the way to him reappearing on Buzzsaw to announce tonight's big event. "I'm Back" then hits and Mr. O'Connor steps out to a standing ovation from this strictly anti-Mac Bry audience. Sean stands atop the stage, breathing in the exhilirating feeling of this splendid night, before walking down the ramp, through the aisle, past the fans, and then stepping into the ring. Sean stands in the middle of the ring, and takes in this feeling, this atmosphere that could very well be in it's final wave. He reaches his hand out to the edge of the ring towards the ring announcer, grabbing a microphone, and lifts it to his mouth.)
Sean: (waits for the applause to die down before he begins to speak) You know, a man, a real man, must understand his limitations. He must understand that, just like the seasons, he is in constant change. When he is young, he has the ability to achieve so much. But when he grows older, his bones deteriorate... his heart slows... and he dies day by day, shriveling up into a meaningless, lifless shell of a man. Well, now that I've successfully scared the hell out of the little kids in the audience, let's get this thing underway!
(The ref comes in and tells Sean to step to the corner. The ropes and posts are removed by ring technicians (and no, I'm not talking about Ric Flair and Chris Benoit) and platforms are installed to the sides of the squared-circle, for the gigantic cage to rest upon, and turnbuckles and ropes are placed in their proper positions for the different cages. Suddenly, the lights shut off. The SwC-vision screen flashes on, showing a video of a fog-filled road. The camera pans forward, past many abandoned houses, stopping at a dim light post. The fog swirls around this post, making its way up to the light fixture, engulfing it within the pillowy dusk. A loud rumbling is heard throughout the arena, a demonic clattering, shaking the very foundation of the building. The fog fills the entire screen, 'til there isn't an inch of space to view through. The rumbling increases, picking up with every passing second. The fog almost seems to pass through the SwC-tron, into the very ringside....yes, YES! The fog has passed right through the screen, and is seeping into the stadium!!! The horde of fans are astonished by this miraculous occurence, as the fog fills the air, and the earth shakes beneath. The smokey fog envelopes the audience, the ring, and everything in sight...or not in sight, as the case may be. The crowd begins to set abuzz.
BJ: Lord have mercy! What in the by-golly-gee-willickers above could this ruckus be about?!
Spacko: I believe it's an entrance Ben.
BJ: I SAID SHUT YOUR DAMN PIE HOLE YOU COMMUNIST SLIME!!! YOU DON'T WANT ME TO STOMP A DAMN MUD-HOLE IN YOUR REAR-END!!!
Spacko: ...
(The rumble evaporates into footsteps, coming closer and closer to the ring, as Sean stands in the corner of the now double-sized ring, with fists clenched, in preparation of the oncoming opponent, whom he, along with the fans in attendance, believes to be Shane-o-mac Bry. The footsteps grow louder...and louder...and louder, until they stop. The fog begins to dissipate, disappearing into the rafters The lights remain off, and blue, thunderesque lighting begins to clash through the darkness. Sean makes his way to the center of the ring, facing the stage, with mind set on tearing Shane, limb from limb, piece by piece. Out of the blue, a bolt of lightning strikes from the heavens, right in the center of the mat, causing Sean to take a step back. The lights return, and there standing before Sean, is his worst nightmare: LEAR!!! Sean's eyes gaze in his sister's direction, as she stares deep into his eyes. An hour later, the staredown is still going on, when Sean finally, turns around, right into a shovel shot from Shane-o-mac Bry! Sean falls on his back, and looks up to see that Lear has disappeared. The Cinco Cell lowers from the ceiling, encasing Sean in the upper right-hand corner with the 3 tables, whilst Shane stands tall in the lower left-hand corner with the strap.)
Streetfight -
Shane grabs the strap and ties it 'round his wrist, and then opens up the door to the upper left-hand corner, and then places his hand on the door to Sean's cell, when Sean pushes the door, banging it into Shane's head, sending him reeling. Shane's arms drape over the ropes, as Sean crawls into the cell. He grabs onto the other end of the strap, ties it around his wrist, and then whips Shane into the ropes. Shane bounces off, and Sean drops him with a huge clothesline. Sean kneels down, and wraps the strap around Shane's neck. He lifts him up, then turns around and pulls the strap over his shoulder, stealing the life from him. Sean lets go, and Shane falls to his knees, choking for air. Sean unwraps the strap from both him and Shane, and the refferee returns it to its proper cell. Sean measures him up, and as soon as Shane returns to his feet, Sean lays him out with a quick kick to the jaw. Shane crawls over, and grasps onto the corner post, holding onto the turnbuckle with one hand, and his throat with the other. Sean walks over to the opposite corner, and when Shane makes it to his feet and turns around, he catches a vicous spear from the Chairman of the SwC, shoving him into the post back first. Sean props Shane up in the corner, and runs back to the opposite corner. He charges in, leaps to the air, and comes down with a massive cross-body splash, knocking the wind right out of the former sWo leader. Sean grabs onto his hand, and goes to whip him to the other corner, but Shane reverses it. Sean is sent into the corner, Shane rushes forth, and he grasps onto Sean's head with one hand. He runs up the turnbuckle, jumps into the air, reverses direction, and drives Sean's face to the mat! The crowd let out a stunned gasp, and then descend into a few scattered jeers.Shane picks up Sean and grabs him into a front chancery. He lifts him up, and runs forward, and then falls forward, dropping Sean's waist atop the post. Sean falls backward to the outside of the ring, landing on his back in agony. Shane slides out of the ring and reaches underneath the ring, to pull out a trashcan lid, and a trashcan. He places the trashcan bottoms up, and he lifts the lid up over his head, awaiting Sean to rise to his feet. When he does, Shane takes a swing, but Sean ducks under, and Shane hits the cage wall. The vibration spreads throughout Shane's body, causing him to be distracted, facing the cage wall, when Sean lands a dropkick to his back, sending him face-first into the wall! Sean grabs the trashcan and stands it up behind Shane. He crosses over to the far side of the cage aisle, turns around, charges in, jumps on the trashcan, leaps off, and hits a huge splash to the back of Shane, smashing his face into the steel mesh. Shane stumbles out backwards. Sean grabs onto his head in bulldog position, runs up the side of cage wall, turns around, and hits tornadoe bulldog, just like Shane-o. Sean grabs the trashcan lid and bangs it against the wall, as Shane grabs onto the wall, lifting himself back up. Sean runs at him, takes a swing, but Shane ducks under, and grabs him from behind, and lands the reverse neckbreaker. Shane gets up and scales the cage wall, and as soon as he climbs to the top of the wall, he backflips off, and lands a great moonsault...too bad Sean rolled out of the way! Sean slowly makes it to his feet and leans over on the ring apron. Shane crawls behind Sean, and rolls him up in a schoolboy: 1...2...kickout! Shane gets up and motions for Sean to get up. He obliges, throws a fist, and Shane grabs it. Shane runs towards the ring, jumps atop the apron, jumps up on the turnbuckle, looking to go for a high-risk maneuvre, but Sean reverses it into a high arm-drag off the post! Shane crashes to the floor, and Sean goes for the pin: 1...2...3!!! Sean has picked up the first fall!
WINNER OF FIRST FALL VIA PINFALL: Sean O'Connor
Submission -
Sean drags Shane to the submission cage, and tosses his immobile body into the cell. He climbs in himself, and begins stomping at the lifeless body of his adversary. Sean bounces off the ropes, and lands a leg right over the back of Shane's head. He then grabs Shane by the head and grabs him from behind in a rever ddt position, but Shane floats backwards, grabs Sean in a reverse waistlock. Mac Bry lifts him up for a german suplex, but Sean rolls over, and grabs Shane into an anklelock. Sean wrenches the foot and thigh, until Shane has no choice but to tap. Sean wins this match and has picked up a second fall, to pull the score to 2-0.
WINNER OF SECOND FALL VIA SUBMISSION: Sean O'Connor
Tables -
Sean stands above Shane, with a villanous gleam in his eyes, and a sneer pasted across his face. He snatches Shane's foot and pulls him to the door to the tables cage, when Shane turns around and tries to kick Sean off, but Sean will not let go. Shane wraps his legs around Sean's arm. Sean lifts him up, and Shane performs a moonsault flip backwards, locking Sean into a strenous criss-cross-right arm-hammer-head-leg-load-lock with a half twist, version 2.0 and 1/2. Sean reaches his hand out, and grasps onto the shovel Shane had dropped previously. He then proceeds to knock Shane right out, right over the top of the head. A scar opens up across Mac Bry's forehead, as Sean strives to regain his composure. He uses the shovel to stand up, and then begins to thrash it repeatedly over Shane's skull, sending blood gushing out, pouring across the mat, covering the ring in the syrupy red liquid. Sean kneels down and chokes Shane out with the handle. Shane grabs onto the handle himself, and uses both feet to kick Sean off, sending him slingshotting off the ropes. Sean comes off, and Shane lifts him up, and sends him to the mat with the gargantuan spinebuster straight from hell. Shane then grabs a table from the corner, and stands it up in the middle of the ring. He grabs Sean by the hair and lays him across the wood. Mac Bry climbs the post, glares at Sean, and lifts his fist to the sky. He then stands straight up and down, and sails through the air, dropping an elbow right through Sean's heart...whoa, whoa, WHOA! Sean rolled off the table! Sean rolled off, and Shane busted the table into a thousand pieces! Unfortunately for Sean, this does not count, for as most people know, an opponent must be PUT through a table to end the match. So, Sean slowly gets up, and goes back to the drawing board. Sean grabs another table from another corner, and sets it up beside Shane. He grabs onto Shane's head, and locks him into the front chancery. Sean lifts Shane up and is about to drive him through the table, when Shane drops backwards and hits Sean's head right on the mat with a fluid ddt. Shane grabs onto his head and clobbers it into the table, but Sean grabs Shane's own head and slams it as well. The two men begin to take turns slamming eachother's heads into table, until they're both totally dazed and confused. Shane slumps down onto the mat, and grabs his head with both hands. Sean reaches down to pick him up...but Shane pops right back up! He sends the fists flying, hitting Sean with right after right after right. Shane whips Sean into the ropes, he comes back, and Shane sends him flying with the back bodydrop, almost sending him through the table, but Sean flies over the table, landing on his feet on the other side. Shane turns around, seeing Sean climb the turnbuckle. Shane follows up, and tries to hit a super German suplex, but Sean back elbows him, knocking Shane off, causing him to crash to the mat. Sean signals for his amazing corkscrew-razzle dazzle-moonsault driver, when Shane hops right back up, runs up from behind Sean, and axe handle smashes him over the back, causing him to lose his balance, and fall down over the turnbuckle. Shane climbs up the post, and stands in front of Sean, facing the ring. He pulls Sean up to standing position, and leaps high into the air, rolling over, & drops him down through the table with the sunset-flip powerbomb, sending splinters flying, picking up the 3rd fall.
WINNER OF THIRD FALL VIA TABLE SPOT: Shane-o-mac Bry
Ring Announcer: It is now time for the Strap match! To win, one must drag his opponent to each post, and slap the turnbuckle. The first to tap all four corners with his opponent dragged behind, shall win the fall, and if Shane wins, then we shall go...to the last cell.
(Sean grabs ahold of Shane's neck, and tosses him into the strap cell, and follows in, as the fourth fall is underway.)
Sean picks up the strap, and ties it 'round his wrist, and then attempts to tie the other end around Shane's...but Shane begins to jab the Chairman in the gut. Shane makes it to his feet, and ducks under a clothesline with strap in hand. He pulls it behind Sean's back, and ducks under a back elbow from the other arm, wrapping Sean up in mummy-like proportions. Shane pulls on the strap, and Sean runs right into a big boot from the Mac-man. Sean doesn't fall down though, due to the strap holding him up. Shane wraps the strap around his own wrist, and slides under Sean's legs, causing Sean to flip forward, and land right on his bootius maximus. Shane bounces off the ropes and hits a low dropkick right to the back of the head. Shane continues the onslaught with a few stomps, and he then drops a knee right over the temple of the father of this entire phenomenon known as the SwC. Shane lifts Sean up and whips him towards the ropes, he comes off, and Shane goes for a flapjack...but Sean lands upon Sean's shoulders. He then hits a shweeet looking hurricanrana, sending Shane flying through the middle rope. Sean runs towards the ropes, and goes to leap over for what could possibably be a somersault plancha, but Shane pulls the strap, and Sean lands short, cross-legged right over the top rope. He stumbles back to the mat, with Shane still holding the strap on the outside. Shane wraps the strap around Sean's neck, and pulls on the strap with all his might, causing every bit of air to escape Sean's lungs. Shane backs up a few steps, and lands a knee-lift to Sean's head. Shane turns his head to the entrance ramp, and motions his hand for someone to come...
BJ: What the hell is Shane doing?
Spacko: Well, it looks to me like-
BJ: DAMNIT, I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR TRAP SHUT YOU SADDAM SYMPATHIZER!!! WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO KEEP YOU QUIET DAMNIT?! DO I HAVE TO TAKE OFF MY BOOT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR A-
Spacko: I WILL UNLEASH A BLOODY VENGEANCE UPON YOUR SOUL WHICH WILL CAST YOU INTO AN INESCAPABLE HELL, FILLED WITH TORTURE THAT SHALL HAUNT YOUR EVERY DREAM, AND BEAT UPON YOUR FLESH IN EVERY WAKING MOMENT, IF YOU DO NOT QUIT REFERRING TO ME IN SUCH A COARSE TONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?!?!?
BJ: ...
Shane continues waving for someone to come out, as Sean tries to get up. He unwraps the strap from his throat, and then pulls the strap himself, making Shane slam into the apron. Sean bends over the top rope, and ties the strap around Shane's neck, and then pulls it up. Shane gasps for air, breathing and panting heavily, as Sean sinches in the dreaded "illegal cord/rope/strap chokehold from the inside to an opponent outside" hold. Suddenly, the lights cut off! A spotlight flashes across the arena, landing on a figure in an SwC mainstay; the hooded cloak. This cloaked figure walks down the aisle, up to the cell, & grasps onto the steel mesh with one hand. Sean releases his hold on Shane & stares out at whoever this is. Sean's eyes widen. He seems to know exactly who it is.
Spacko: Could that possibably be the other person that Shane left in the limo?
BJ: Well-
Spacko: Shut up.
BJ: Yes sir.
Spacko: If this is who I think it is, then Sean's in for a world of trouble!
The figure walks to the door to the cell, and busts off the lock with his bare hand. Sean takes in a gulp, and backs up a bit. The cloaked figure draws in close to Sean, step by step, inch by inch. He reaches out a hand...Sean reaches out his own...when out of the blue, from behind, a chair comes crashing down over Sean's back, from...PATRICK O'CONNOR! Sean's own father has just wacked him over the back with a steel chair! Sean is completely laid out, with the legendary "crimson mask" covering his face.
Sean lays down, face-first, as Shane climbs into the ring. He looks at Patrick, and then extends his hand. Could this be a rehash from the past? ...Yes! Patrick accepts the hand of Shane...and then pulls him in and lays him out with the chair!!! Patrick raises the chair above his head, but the cloaked figure pulls it away from behind. Patrick turns towards him/her, only to be wasted himself with the chair! The cloaked figure drops the chair, and grabs onto the hood. He pulls it back to reveal himself to be...BASS MONSOON!!! Bass, the former Gatecrash GM, has just layed out Sean's dad! Bass smiles to himself, and then drops out of the ring, and climbs through the door, and up the ramp. He turns around, crotch chopping the whole bunch of 'em. He lifts his hands in the air, and walks backstage to a mixed reaction. Back in the ring, Patrick, Sean, and Shane-o are all knocked out by a round of chair shots. Shane is the first to rise to his feet. He sees that Sean is laid out, and so he drags him to all four posts, slapping the turnbuckle on each visit, and thus winning the fourth fall, making it a tie, with 2-2.
WINNER OF FOURTH FALL VIA STRAP: Shane-o-mac Bry
Shane unties the strap from his wrist and tosses it aside. Sean grabs ahold of the middle rope, and pulls himself up. He unties the strap and turns around, only to be caught by a sidekick to the stomach. Sean hunches over, Shane bounces off the ropes, and Shane catches Sean with a nice axe kick, dropping Sean on his face. Shane backs up a few steps, right into a low blow from Patrick. Patrick gets up and hooks him in a reverse wastlock. He hits one German suplex, two German suplexes, three, German suplex, and a release variant, sending Shane flying through the air, and crashing into the cell wall. Patrick turns around to catch a shovel shot from Sean. Patrick falls to his knees. Sean grabs on to his hair, and reels back with the shovel....and...breaks the shovel's handle right in two over Patrick's cranium! Patrick falls flat on his face. Sean leaves Patrick in the middle of the ring for the EMTs to attend to, a bloody mess, as he sees Shane scaling up the outside wall to the cell on top without a roof, and follows. This cage is the ladder cell, and the first to climb the ladder and bring down the black baseball bat that has caused so much pain and suffering in so many rp's in the SwC (mainly by a certain Showman...) will be the winner. As soon as Sean makes it to the top of the four bottom roofed cages, Shane dropkicks him to the chest, sending Sean falling down. Sean saves himself by latching onto the edge of the cage with his fingers. Shane climbs up the top cage, and turns around. He sits upon the wall, eyeing Sean as he tries valiantly to climb back in place. As soon as he's standing, Shane leaps of, and catches him in the jaw with a devestating dropkick. Sean is layed out, Shane is out of breath, and both men are unable to get to their feet. Shane crawls over to the cage, and grabs ahold of the door. He uses this to regain his composure, and swings the door open, getting in, and setting the ladder up underneath the bat. Shane begins to climb the ladder, rung by rung, 'til he's but an inch away from the end of his illustrious SwC carreer...when Sean gets to his feet, and pushes that damn ladder over, sending Shane hitting his gut over the metal tip-top of the wall of the cage. Sean resets the ladder, and climbs up himself. He reaches out his hand, and is about to grab the bat...when he glances over at the hanging Shane. He looks up at the bat, then back at Shane again. He turns around, and lifts his arms to the sky, forming an X. He leaps into the air...and latches onto Shane's head!!! He then performs the impossible: a Droid DDT from 50 feet in the air!!! Sean brings Shane crashing down into the steel mesh ceiling.floor, causing the ladder to tip off balance, and crash to the...whatever. Sean gets up, and sets the ladder back up, then climbs up for all the marbles. But out of nowhere...OH MY GOD!!! Jigga, yes, JIGGA comes out and pulls the ref out from the bottom cell, and piledrives him into the hard floor! Jigga scales the cell, and steps inside the top cage, knocking the ladder over. Sean crumples to the steel floor/ceiling. Jigga pulls him up and whips Sean to the ropes, but instead, Sean whips Jigga to the ropes. The Rastafarian comes off, and Sean hits the big boot. Suddenly, the SwC-tron comes to life, with three little letters: s-W-o!!! Hack and Slash run down from the back, and then point to the entrance, as out comes...Bread+Angry=Gold?!?! What the hell is going on here?!
BJ: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!
Spacko: Ben...
BJ: Sorry master.
B+A=G, Hack, and Slash all walk down the ramp, and stand before the cell. Hack and Slash boost B+A=G up the cell, as he climbs to the top. B+A=G stands behind Sean, and when the Chairman turns around, he catches a Bread and Angry slam right to the steel mesh! Slash and Hack make it up and begin to join in with B+A=G and Jigga in destroying Sean. Jigga and B+A=G hold up Sean by the arms, letting Big Stupid hit a big boot to the face. Sean bends over, and Slash lays him out with a huuuge Jack-off. Hack bounces off the ropes, and lands a devestating leg drop over the throat. Jigga climbs up the ladder and leaps off with a beautiful swanton bomb, ala Jeff Hardy... only with dreadlocks... B+A=G picks up Sean and holds him in a half-nelson. Shane slowly climbs back to his feet, and Hack tosses him a chair. Shane lifts the chair in the air, and then whacks Sean square in the head, with the shot echoing around the arena. Jigga climbs back down the cage and tosses the ref back inside, and holds his head up so he's sure to count Shane's victory! Jigga points to Shane to climb the ladder, and so he begins. Hack, Slash, and B+A=G encircle the ladder, awaiting Shane to bring down the bat...no...no...NOT THIS WAY!!!
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GO- whoa, hold on a second there! Slash and Hack...grab onto the legs of the ladder...and tip it over!!! Shane flies through the air...and crashes to the outside of the top cage, ontop of the two cages nearest the ramp! He is left sprawled out, as Hack & Slash grab onto B+A=G and toss him through the cage door. Jigga's face is that of pure shock. He clotheslines the ref, then runs as fast as he can to the top cell, as Hack and Slash try to revitalize Sean. Sean regains his composure, and tries to climb that ladder...rung...by rung...until he's so close...Jigga makes it to the top, and runs to the door...but Hack kicks it right in his face, sending Jigga sailing through the air, crashing right to the floor below! Sean reaches out his hand...and...grabs the bat!!! The fans let out the biggest pop of the night, as the Chairman holds the black bat over his head!
WINNER OF FIFTH AND FINAL FALL: Sean O'Connor
(Sean holds the bat over his head, as Shane slowly climbs to his knees. He stares up at Sean, when a tiny smile slowly creeps itself across his face. He stands up again, and climbs the cage one more time, making it to the top cell. He opens the door, and steps inside, and extends his hand to the Chairman. Sean sits on the top rung, and looks down at Shane with a look of uncertainty. He slowly descends, and stands before his long-time adversary. He stares deeply into his eyes...whilst Shane looks back with apparent sincerity. Sean lifts his hand suspicously...and accepts Shane's. The crowd cheer this display of good sportsmanship on, as these two bitter rivals have buried the hatchet at last. Shane lifts Sean's hand into the air, and the two receive a standing ovation.)
Spacko: It looks as though, on this night of so many heated rivalries, that atleast one pair was able to put their differences aside, and coem to the realization that, life is too short to waste on our petty differences, and that, all in a-WHAT THE HELL!?!
(Out of the blue, Shane whipped Sean into the ropes, and Hack caught him with a huge boot to the jaw!)
Spacko: Well that slimy little son-of-a-...
(Shane high-fived Hack as the audience broke out into massive booing. Slash lifted Sean up to his feet & whipped Sean into the corner, and charged in with a massive right elbow to the face. He hit a few more consecutive blows, and then followed up with a foot-to-neck choke. Slash let go, and Sean stumbled right into a right hand haymaker from Shane-o-mac Bry, laying Sean right out!)
Spacko: I can't believe it! After all that fake "sportsmanship", Shane was just playing it up for this damn swerve! But why would he allow for Sean to win this match? Why would Slash and Hack "turn" on him? Why would they throw out Jigga and B+A=G after they tried to help? Why, why, WHY???
(The newly reformed sWo climbed back down the cell, and await for it to lift back into the air. They then stepped into the ring, and Shane grabbed a microphone from the ring announcer. He lifted the mic to his mouth amidst the many jeers and cat-calls.)
MB: BWAHAHAHA! You dumb SUCKERS! I can not BELIEVE you all actually fell for THAT one!!! You EEEEEEDIOTS! You see someone make-up, and supposedly become best of friends, and suddenly you're all eating right out of their hands! See, I just didn't want to have such a close win over that pathetic Sean O'Connor, so I had Slash and Hack help me pull off this giant swerve, with you fans being on the receiving end of the shaft! You wanna know who was in the limousine with me? You're looking at him...on either side of me! I told you all so long ago that I would cause this federation to DIE, just like all the rest of those other pathetic federations I had the misfortune to be a part of. I might have not been the direct cause of it, but you can be damn sure I had a bit part in the SwC's destruction. Sean...I just have this to say...I'm so sorry it had to end this way. I really am. I wish we could have been friends...but just like so many others, you had to have the say so. It always had to be your way or the highway. Well, looks like I had it my way in the end, Sean-o-mac. I know what's best for business, and I know what's best for the future, and if anyone disagrees...then there just ISN'T a future. I am the epitome' of greatness, for in every endeavor I take part in, I have the ability to add so much. But when I'm misused, I have the ability to take an organization to the depths of obsoletion. In short, I am THE Franchise. Not Deep Heat. Not Adio. Not even Shadow himself. No, I AM. But the fool Sean just didn't see it that way, did he? Well Sean, look what's happened?! Because you didn't have the guts to evolve, this federation has crumbled, fell apart, and withered away. Just like your dreams. And why is that? Because you didn't have the guts to give the belt to the only man that truly deserved to hold that title all along: ME. Sure, maybe I'm a bit self-centered, but why shouldn't I be? It's not my fault that there's not anything else as important enough to care about. So all of the ones that ridiculed me when I was here, you can shove it, cuz I tried to show you the err of your ways. You didn't listen. I tried to show you a new way. You didn't pay attention. And now that the SwC is gone, you come to ME for help? Sorry, don't think so. You made your bed, and now you must die in it. I shall leave you with the words I spoke when I first stepped foot in an SwC ring for the first time, and every single one of you shrugged me off; "I was in the XHW, and within a month, they kicked me out because I killed the greatest faction in their history...before the sWo. Then, after a week of my entrance to the XWF, they closed shop. Coincidence? I think not. Then there was the EWS. I brought in the sWo as soon as that fed opened, and now look at where they are. The sWo won every single title in that fed, and we left just because it became too boring at the top. And now, the SwC shall become just another victim to the poison known as the sWo. Soon, SwC shall be added to the list of feds that were just...too...weak."
MB: SwC. Welcome to the list.
(The crowd is left in stunned silence, as Shane drops the mic to the mat, and grabs his friends Slash and Hack's hands, and the trio lift their arms into the air, as the original sWo theme "Back in Black" hits on the speakers. Shane takes Hack and Slash out of the ring, up the ramp, and out of the arena, as the music plays on...)
(The sWo is spotted walking out of the arena. Shane opens the back door, and his compadres climb in. He is about to do so himself, when none-other than Sean walks up to him and grabs onto his arm. Shane takes off his glasses, clips them over his shirt, and looks him dead in the eye.)
MB: What is it Sean? Wanna grovel at my feet now, is that it?
Sean: Shane...this isn't over. Just...this isn't over.
MB: Oh sure Sean, we'll see about that. But 'til then, you take care of your daddy, k? Heh, seeya.
(Shane unclips his shades and puts them back on, and stares at Sean for a second longer, with that smirk that the SwC fans have grown so accustomed to. He climbs into the limo, and the vehicle pulls out, and screeches off into the night air, as Sean is shown looking into the fog, that seemingly just appeared. He stares on.)
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Jamie: “Anyway, next up is the first of our 3 main events! These two men have been friends and they’ve been enemies, but tonight it all comes to this! 3 words…Cinco Cell Sacrifice! We take you to BJ and Spacko to commentate for this match!”
Cinco Cell Sacrifice - Streetfight, Submission, Tables, Strap, Ladder
Sean O'Connor vs Shane-o-mac Bry
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Good ol' Ben Joss and Spacko make their way to the announce position to specially commentate on this match.
BJ: Well folks, the following match is gonna be summed up in one word: tuna baker!!!
Spacko: But, uh, Ben, those are 2 words...
BJ: Don't argue with me, ya damn nazi! I know yer secrets!
Spacko: ...Well, anyway, this match will be the culmination of a heated rivalry that has spanned a good portion of the history of the SwC. The man with the most wins in the given stipulations shall be declared the better man. Let's see this long, incredible feud, summed up in one nice little montage.
(A montage plays of clips all the way from the entrance of the sWo into the SwC, to the Industry's overthrowing of Seany-boy for the ownership, to Shane quitting, all the way to him reappearing on Buzzsaw to announce tonight's big event. "I'm Back" then hits and Mr. O'Connor steps out to a standing ovation from this strictly anti-Mac Bry audience. Sean stands atop the stage, breathing in the exhilirating feeling of this splendid night, before walking down the ramp, through the aisle, past the fans, and then stepping into the ring. Sean stands in the middle of the ring, and takes in this feeling, this atmosphere that could very well be in it's final wave. He reaches his hand out to the edge of the ring towards the ring announcer, grabbing a microphone, and lifts it to his mouth.)
Sean: (waits for the applause to die down before he begins to speak) You know, a man, a real man, must understand his limitations. He must understand that, just like the seasons, he is in constant change. When he is young, he has the ability to achieve so much. But when he grows older, his bones deteriorate... his heart slows... and he dies day by day, shriveling up into a meaningless, lifless shell of a man. Well, now that I've successfully scared the hell out of the little kids in the audience, let's get this thing underway!
(The ref comes in and tells Sean to step to the corner. The ropes and posts are removed by ring technicians (and no, I'm not talking about Ric Flair and Chris Benoit) and platforms are installed to the sides of the squared-circle, for the gigantic cage to rest upon, and turnbuckles and ropes are placed in their proper positions for the different cages. Suddenly, the lights shut off. The SwC-vision screen flashes on, showing a video of a fog-filled road. The camera pans forward, past many abandoned houses, stopping at a dim light post. The fog swirls around this post, making its way up to the light fixture, engulfing it within the pillowy dusk. A loud rumbling is heard throughout the arena, a demonic clattering, shaking the very foundation of the building. The fog fills the entire screen, 'til there isn't an inch of space to view through. The rumbling increases, picking up with every passing second. The fog almost seems to pass through the SwC-tron, into the very ringside....yes, YES! The fog has passed right through the screen, and is seeping into the stadium!!! The horde of fans are astonished by this miraculous occurence, as the fog fills the air, and the earth shakes beneath. The smokey fog envelopes the audience, the ring, and everything in sight...or not in sight, as the case may be. The crowd begins to set abuzz.
BJ: Lord have mercy! What in the by-golly-gee-willickers above could this ruckus be about?!
Spacko: I believe it's an entrance Ben.
BJ: I SAID SHUT YOUR DAMN PIE HOLE YOU COMMUNIST SLIME!!! YOU DON'T WANT ME TO STOMP A DAMN MUD-HOLE IN YOUR REAR-END!!!
Spacko: ...
(The rumble evaporates into footsteps, coming closer and closer to the ring, as Sean stands in the corner of the now double-sized ring, with fists clenched, in preparation of the oncoming opponent, whom he, along with the fans in attendance, believes to be Shane-o-mac Bry. The footsteps grow louder...and louder...and louder, until they stop. The fog begins to dissipate, disappearing into the rafters The lights remain off, and blue, thunderesque lighting begins to clash through the darkness. Sean makes his way to the center of the ring, facing the stage, with mind set on tearing Shane, limb from limb, piece by piece. Out of the blue, a bolt of lightning strikes from the heavens, right in the center of the mat, causing Sean to take a step back. The lights return, and there standing before Sean, is his worst nightmare: LEAR!!! Sean's eyes gaze in his sister's direction, as she stares deep into his eyes. An hour later, the staredown is still going on, when Sean finally, turns around, right into a shovel shot from Shane-o-mac Bry! Sean falls on his back, and looks up to see that Lear has disappeared. The Cinco Cell lowers from the ceiling, encasing Sean in the upper right-hand corner with the 3 tables, whilst Shane stands tall in the lower left-hand corner with the strap.)
Streetfight -
Shane grabs the strap and ties it 'round his wrist, and then opens up the door to the upper left-hand corner, and then places his hand on the door to Sean's cell, when Sean pushes the door, banging it into Shane's head, sending him reeling. Shane's arms drape over the ropes, as Sean crawls into the cell. He grabs onto the other end of the strap, ties it around his wrist, and then whips Shane into the ropes. Shane bounces off, and Sean drops him with a huge clothesline. Sean kneels down, and wraps the strap around Shane's neck. He lifts him up, then turns around and pulls the strap over his shoulder, stealing the life from him. Sean lets go, and Shane falls to his knees, choking for air. Sean unwraps the strap from both him and Shane, and the refferee returns it to its proper cell. Sean measures him up, and as soon as Shane returns to his feet, Sean lays him out with a quick kick to the jaw. Shane crawls over, and grasps onto the corner post, holding onto the turnbuckle with one hand, and his throat with the other. Sean walks over to the opposite corner, and when Shane makes it to his feet and turns around, he catches a vicous spear from the Chairman of the SwC, shoving him into the post back first. Sean props Shane up in the corner, and runs back to the opposite corner. He charges in, leaps to the air, and comes down with a massive cross-body splash, knocking the wind right out of the former sWo leader. Sean grabs onto his hand, and goes to whip him to the other corner, but Shane reverses it. Sean is sent into the corner, Shane rushes forth, and he grasps onto Sean's head with one hand. He runs up the turnbuckle, jumps into the air, reverses direction, and drives Sean's face to the mat! The crowd let out a stunned gasp, and then descend into a few scattered jeers.Shane picks up Sean and grabs him into a front chancery. He lifts him up, and runs forward, and then falls forward, dropping Sean's waist atop the post. Sean falls backward to the outside of the ring, landing on his back in agony. Shane slides out of the ring and reaches underneath the ring, to pull out a trashcan lid, and a trashcan. He places the trashcan bottoms up, and he lifts the lid up over his head, awaiting Sean to rise to his feet. When he does, Shane takes a swing, but Sean ducks under, and Shane hits the cage wall. The vibration spreads throughout Shane's body, causing him to be distracted, facing the cage wall, when Sean lands a dropkick to his back, sending him face-first into the wall! Sean grabs the trashcan and stands it up behind Shane. He crosses over to the far side of the cage aisle, turns around, charges in, jumps on the trashcan, leaps off, and hits a huge splash to the back of Shane, smashing his face into the steel mesh. Shane stumbles out backwards. Sean grabs onto his head in bulldog position, runs up the side of cage wall, turns around, and hits tornadoe bulldog, just like Shane-o. Sean grabs the trashcan lid and bangs it against the wall, as Shane grabs onto the wall, lifting himself back up. Sean runs at him, takes a swing, but Shane ducks under, and grabs him from behind, and lands the reverse neckbreaker. Shane gets up and scales the cage wall, and as soon as he climbs to the top of the wall, he backflips off, and lands a great moonsault...too bad Sean rolled out of the way! Sean slowly makes it to his feet and leans over on the ring apron. Shane crawls behind Sean, and rolls him up in a schoolboy: 1...2...kickout! Shane gets up and motions for Sean to get up. He obliges, throws a fist, and Shane grabs it. Shane runs towards the ring, jumps atop the apron, jumps up on the turnbuckle, looking to go for a high-risk maneuvre, but Sean reverses it into a high arm-drag off the post! Shane crashes to the floor, and Sean goes for the pin: 1...2...3!!! Sean has picked up the first fall!
WINNER OF FIRST FALL VIA PINFALL: Sean O'Connor
Submission -
Sean drags Shane to the submission cage, and tosses his immobile body into the cell. He climbs in himself, and begins stomping at the lifeless body of his adversary. Sean bounces off the ropes, and lands a leg right over the back of Shane's head. He then grabs Shane by the head and grabs him from behind in a rever ddt position, but Shane floats backwards, grabs Sean in a reverse waistlock. Mac Bry lifts him up for a german suplex, but Sean rolls over, and grabs Shane into an anklelock. Sean wrenches the foot and thigh, until Shane has no choice but to tap. Sean wins this match and has picked up a second fall, to pull the score to 2-0.
WINNER OF SECOND FALL VIA SUBMISSION: Sean O'Connor
Tables -
Sean stands above Shane, with a villanous gleam in his eyes, and a sneer pasted across his face. He snatches Shane's foot and pulls him to the door to the tables cage, when Shane turns around and tries to kick Sean off, but Sean will not let go. Shane wraps his legs around Sean's arm. Sean lifts him up, and Shane performs a moonsault flip backwards, locking Sean into a strenous criss-cross-right arm-hammer-head-leg-load-lock with a half twist, version 2.0 and 1/2. Sean reaches his hand out, and grasps onto the shovel Shane had dropped previously. He then proceeds to knock Shane right out, right over the top of the head. A scar opens up across Mac Bry's forehead, as Sean strives to regain his composure. He uses the shovel to stand up, and then begins to thrash it repeatedly over Shane's skull, sending blood gushing out, pouring across the mat, covering the ring in the syrupy red liquid. Sean kneels down and chokes Shane out with the handle. Shane grabs onto the handle himself, and uses both feet to kick Sean off, sending him slingshotting off the ropes. Sean comes off, and Shane lifts him up, and sends him to the mat with the gargantuan spinebuster straight from hell. Shane then grabs a table from the corner, and stands it up in the middle of the ring. He grabs Sean by the hair and lays him across the wood. Mac Bry climbs the post, glares at Sean, and lifts his fist to the sky. He then stands straight up and down, and sails through the air, dropping an elbow right through Sean's heart...whoa, whoa, WHOA! Sean rolled off the table! Sean rolled off, and Shane busted the table into a thousand pieces! Unfortunately for Sean, this does not count, for as most people know, an opponent must be PUT through a table to end the match. So, Sean slowly gets up, and goes back to the drawing board. Sean grabs another table from another corner, and sets it up beside Shane. He grabs onto Shane's head, and locks him into the front chancery. Sean lifts Shane up and is about to drive him through the table, when Shane drops backwards and hits Sean's head right on the mat with a fluid ddt. Shane grabs onto his head and clobbers it into the table, but Sean grabs Shane's own head and slams it as well. The two men begin to take turns slamming eachother's heads into table, until they're both totally dazed and confused. Shane slumps down onto the mat, and grabs his head with both hands. Sean reaches down to pick him up...but Shane pops right back up! He sends the fists flying, hitting Sean with right after right after right. Shane whips Sean into the ropes, he comes back, and Shane sends him flying with the back bodydrop, almost sending him through the table, but Sean flies over the table, landing on his feet on the other side. Shane turns around, seeing Sean climb the turnbuckle. Shane follows up, and tries to hit a super German suplex, but Sean back elbows him, knocking Shane off, causing him to crash to the mat. Sean signals for his amazing corkscrew-razzle dazzle-moonsault driver, when Shane hops right back up, runs up from behind Sean, and axe handle smashes him over the back, causing him to lose his balance, and fall down over the turnbuckle. Shane climbs up the post, and stands in front of Sean, facing the ring. He pulls Sean up to standing position, and leaps high into the air, rolling over, & drops him down through the table with the sunset-flip powerbomb, sending splinters flying, picking up the 3rd fall.
WINNER OF THIRD FALL VIA TABLE SPOT: Shane-o-mac Bry
Ring Announcer: It is now time for the Strap match! To win, one must drag his opponent to each post, and slap the turnbuckle. The first to tap all four corners with his opponent dragged behind, shall win the fall, and if Shane wins, then we shall go...to the last cell.
(Sean grabs ahold of Shane's neck, and tosses him into the strap cell, and follows in, as the fourth fall is underway.)
Sean picks up the strap, and ties it 'round his wrist, and then attempts to tie the other end around Shane's...but Shane begins to jab the Chairman in the gut. Shane makes it to his feet, and ducks under a clothesline with strap in hand. He pulls it behind Sean's back, and ducks under a back elbow from the other arm, wrapping Sean up in mummy-like proportions. Shane pulls on the strap, and Sean runs right into a big boot from the Mac-man. Sean doesn't fall down though, due to the strap holding him up. Shane wraps the strap around his own wrist, and slides under Sean's legs, causing Sean to flip forward, and land right on his bootius maximus. Shane bounces off the ropes and hits a low dropkick right to the back of the head. Shane continues the onslaught with a few stomps, and he then drops a knee right over the temple of the father of this entire phenomenon known as the SwC. Shane lifts Sean up and whips him towards the ropes, he comes off, and Shane goes for a flapjack...but Sean lands upon Sean's shoulders. He then hits a shweeet looking hurricanrana, sending Shane flying through the middle rope. Sean runs towards the ropes, and goes to leap over for what could possibably be a somersault plancha, but Shane pulls the strap, and Sean lands short, cross-legged right over the top rope. He stumbles back to the mat, with Shane still holding the strap on the outside. Shane wraps the strap around Sean's neck, and pulls on the strap with all his might, causing every bit of air to escape Sean's lungs. Shane backs up a few steps, and lands a knee-lift to Sean's head. Shane turns his head to the entrance ramp, and motions his hand for someone to come...
BJ: What the hell is Shane doing?
Spacko: Well, it looks to me like-
BJ: DAMNIT, I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR TRAP SHUT YOU SADDAM SYMPATHIZER!!! WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO KEEP YOU QUIET DAMNIT?! DO I HAVE TO TAKE OFF MY BOOT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR A-
Spacko: I WILL UNLEASH A BLOODY VENGEANCE UPON YOUR SOUL WHICH WILL CAST YOU INTO AN INESCAPABLE HELL, FILLED WITH TORTURE THAT SHALL HAUNT YOUR EVERY DREAM, AND BEAT UPON YOUR FLESH IN EVERY WAKING MOMENT, IF YOU DO NOT QUIT REFERRING TO ME IN SUCH A COARSE TONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!?!?!?
BJ: ...
Shane continues waving for someone to come out, as Sean tries to get up. He unwraps the strap from his throat, and then pulls the strap himself, making Shane slam into the apron. Sean bends over the top rope, and ties the strap around Shane's neck, and then pulls it up. Shane gasps for air, breathing and panting heavily, as Sean sinches in the dreaded "illegal cord/rope/strap chokehold from the inside to an opponent outside" hold. Suddenly, the lights cut off! A spotlight flashes across the arena, landing on a figure in an SwC mainstay; the hooded cloak. This cloaked figure walks down the aisle, up to the cell, & grasps onto the steel mesh with one hand. Sean releases his hold on Shane & stares out at whoever this is. Sean's eyes widen. He seems to know exactly who it is.
Spacko: Could that possibably be the other person that Shane left in the limo?
BJ: Well-
Spacko: Shut up.
BJ: Yes sir.
Spacko: If this is who I think it is, then Sean's in for a world of trouble!
The figure walks to the door to the cell, and busts off the lock with his bare hand. Sean takes in a gulp, and backs up a bit. The cloaked figure draws in close to Sean, step by step, inch by inch. He reaches out a hand...Sean reaches out his own...when out of the blue, from behind, a chair comes crashing down over Sean's back, from...PATRICK O'CONNOR! Sean's own father has just wacked him over the back with a steel chair! Sean is completely laid out, with the legendary "crimson mask" covering his face.
Sean lays down, face-first, as Shane climbs into the ring. He looks at Patrick, and then extends his hand. Could this be a rehash from the past? ...Yes! Patrick accepts the hand of Shane...and then pulls him in and lays him out with the chair!!! Patrick raises the chair above his head, but the cloaked figure pulls it away from behind. Patrick turns towards him/her, only to be wasted himself with the chair! The cloaked figure drops the chair, and grabs onto the hood. He pulls it back to reveal himself to be...BASS MONSOON!!! Bass, the former Gatecrash GM, has just layed out Sean's dad! Bass smiles to himself, and then drops out of the ring, and climbs through the door, and up the ramp. He turns around, crotch chopping the whole bunch of 'em. He lifts his hands in the air, and walks backstage to a mixed reaction. Back in the ring, Patrick, Sean, and Shane-o are all knocked out by a round of chair shots. Shane is the first to rise to his feet. He sees that Sean is laid out, and so he drags him to all four posts, slapping the turnbuckle on each visit, and thus winning the fourth fall, making it a tie, with 2-2.
WINNER OF FOURTH FALL VIA STRAP: Shane-o-mac Bry
Shane unties the strap from his wrist and tosses it aside. Sean grabs ahold of the middle rope, and pulls himself up. He unties the strap and turns around, only to be caught by a sidekick to the stomach. Sean hunches over, Shane bounces off the ropes, and Shane catches Sean with a nice axe kick, dropping Sean on his face. Shane backs up a few steps, right into a low blow from Patrick. Patrick gets up and hooks him in a reverse wastlock. He hits one German suplex, two German suplexes, three, German suplex, and a release variant, sending Shane flying through the air, and crashing into the cell wall. Patrick turns around to catch a shovel shot from Sean. Patrick falls to his knees. Sean grabs on to his hair, and reels back with the shovel....and...breaks the shovel's handle right in two over Patrick's cranium! Patrick falls flat on his face. Sean leaves Patrick in the middle of the ring for the EMTs to attend to, a bloody mess, as he sees Shane scaling up the outside wall to the cell on top without a roof, and follows. This cage is the ladder cell, and the first to climb the ladder and bring down the black baseball bat that has caused so much pain and suffering in so many rp's in the SwC (mainly by a certain Showman...) will be the winner. As soon as Sean makes it to the top of the four bottom roofed cages, Shane dropkicks him to the chest, sending Sean falling down. Sean saves himself by latching onto the edge of the cage with his fingers. Shane climbs up the top cage, and turns around. He sits upon the wall, eyeing Sean as he tries valiantly to climb back in place. As soon as he's standing, Shane leaps of, and catches him in the jaw with a devestating dropkick. Sean is layed out, Shane is out of breath, and both men are unable to get to their feet. Shane crawls over to the cage, and grabs ahold of the door. He uses this to regain his composure, and swings the door open, getting in, and setting the ladder up underneath the bat. Shane begins to climb the ladder, rung by rung, 'til he's but an inch away from the end of his illustrious SwC carreer...when Sean gets to his feet, and pushes that damn ladder over, sending Shane hitting his gut over the metal tip-top of the wall of the cage. Sean resets the ladder, and climbs up himself. He reaches out his hand, and is about to grab the bat...when he glances over at the hanging Shane. He looks up at the bat, then back at Shane again. He turns around, and lifts his arms to the sky, forming an X. He leaps into the air...and latches onto Shane's head!!! He then performs the impossible: a Droid DDT from 50 feet in the air!!! Sean brings Shane crashing down into the steel mesh ceiling.floor, causing the ladder to tip off balance, and crash to the...whatever. Sean gets up, and sets the ladder back up, then climbs up for all the marbles. But out of nowhere...OH MY GOD!!! Jigga, yes, JIGGA comes out and pulls the ref out from the bottom cell, and piledrives him into the hard floor! Jigga scales the cell, and steps inside the top cage, knocking the ladder over. Sean crumples to the steel floor/ceiling. Jigga pulls him up and whips Sean to the ropes, but instead, Sean whips Jigga to the ropes. The Rastafarian comes off, and Sean hits the big boot. Suddenly, the SwC-tron comes to life, with three little letters: s-W-o!!! Hack and Slash run down from the back, and then point to the entrance, as out comes...Bread+Angry=Gold?!?! What the hell is going on here?!
BJ: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!
Spacko: Ben...
BJ: Sorry master.
B+A=G, Hack, and Slash all walk down the ramp, and stand before the cell. Hack and Slash boost B+A=G up the cell, as he climbs to the top. B+A=G stands behind Sean, and when the Chairman turns around, he catches a Bread and Angry slam right to the steel mesh! Slash and Hack make it up and begin to join in with B+A=G and Jigga in destroying Sean. Jigga and B+A=G hold up Sean by the arms, letting Big Stupid hit a big boot to the face. Sean bends over, and Slash lays him out with a huuuge Jack-off. Hack bounces off the ropes, and lands a devestating leg drop over the throat. Jigga climbs up the ladder and leaps off with a beautiful swanton bomb, ala Jeff Hardy... only with dreadlocks... B+A=G picks up Sean and holds him in a half-nelson. Shane slowly climbs back to his feet, and Hack tosses him a chair. Shane lifts the chair in the air, and then whacks Sean square in the head, with the shot echoing around the arena. Jigga climbs back down the cage and tosses the ref back inside, and holds his head up so he's sure to count Shane's victory! Jigga points to Shane to climb the ladder, and so he begins. Hack, Slash, and B+A=G encircle the ladder, awaiting Shane to bring down the bat...no...no...NOT THIS WAY!!!
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GO- whoa, hold on a second there! Slash and Hack...grab onto the legs of the ladder...and tip it over!!! Shane flies through the air...and crashes to the outside of the top cage, ontop of the two cages nearest the ramp! He is left sprawled out, as Hack & Slash grab onto B+A=G and toss him through the cage door. Jigga's face is that of pure shock. He clotheslines the ref, then runs as fast as he can to the top cell, as Hack and Slash try to revitalize Sean. Sean regains his composure, and tries to climb that ladder...rung...by rung...until he's so close...Jigga makes it to the top, and runs to the door...but Hack kicks it right in his face, sending Jigga sailing through the air, crashing right to the floor below! Sean reaches out his hand...and...grabs the bat!!! The fans let out the biggest pop of the night, as the Chairman holds the black bat over his head!
WINNER OF FIFTH AND FINAL FALL: Sean O'Connor
(Sean holds the bat over his head, as Shane slowly climbs to his knees. He stares up at Sean, when a tiny smile slowly creeps itself across his face. He stands up again, and climbs the cage one more time, making it to the top cell. He opens the door, and steps inside, and extends his hand to the Chairman. Sean sits on the top rung, and looks down at Shane with a look of uncertainty. He slowly descends, and stands before his long-time adversary. He stares deeply into his eyes...whilst Shane looks back with apparent sincerity. Sean lifts his hand suspicously...and accepts Shane's. The crowd cheer this display of good sportsmanship on, as these two bitter rivals have buried the hatchet at last. Shane lifts Sean's hand into the air, and the two receive a standing ovation.)
Spacko: It looks as though, on this night of so many heated rivalries, that atleast one pair was able to put their differences aside, and coem to the realization that, life is too short to waste on our petty differences, and that, all in a-WHAT THE HELL!?!
(Out of the blue, Shane whipped Sean into the ropes, and Hack caught him with a huge boot to the jaw!)
Spacko: Well that slimy little son-of-a-...
(Shane high-fived Hack as the audience broke out into massive booing. Slash lifted Sean up to his feet & whipped Sean into the corner, and charged in with a massive right elbow to the face. He hit a few more consecutive blows, and then followed up with a foot-to-neck choke. Slash let go, and Sean stumbled right into a right hand haymaker from Shane-o-mac Bry, laying Sean right out!)
Spacko: I can't believe it! After all that fake "sportsmanship", Shane was just playing it up for this damn swerve! But why would he allow for Sean to win this match? Why would Slash and Hack "turn" on him? Why would they throw out Jigga and B+A=G after they tried to help? Why, why, WHY???
(The newly reformed sWo climbed back down the cell, and await for it to lift back into the air. They then stepped into the ring, and Shane grabbed a microphone from the ring announcer. He lifted the mic to his mouth amidst the many jeers and cat-calls.)
MB: BWAHAHAHA! You dumb SUCKERS! I can not BELIEVE you all actually fell for THAT one!!! You EEEEEEDIOTS! You see someone make-up, and supposedly become best of friends, and suddenly you're all eating right out of their hands! See, I just didn't want to have such a close win over that pathetic Sean O'Connor, so I had Slash and Hack help me pull off this giant swerve, with you fans being on the receiving end of the shaft! You wanna know who was in the limousine with me? You're looking at him...on either side of me! I told you all so long ago that I would cause this federation to DIE, just like all the rest of those other pathetic federations I had the misfortune to be a part of. I might have not been the direct cause of it, but you can be damn sure I had a bit part in the SwC's destruction. Sean...I just have this to say...I'm so sorry it had to end this way. I really am. I wish we could have been friends...but just like so many others, you had to have the say so. It always had to be your way or the highway. Well, looks like I had it my way in the end, Sean-o-mac. I know what's best for business, and I know what's best for the future, and if anyone disagrees...then there just ISN'T a future. I am the epitome' of greatness, for in every endeavor I take part in, I have the ability to add so much. But when I'm misused, I have the ability to take an organization to the depths of obsoletion. In short, I am THE Franchise. Not Deep Heat. Not Adio. Not even Shadow himself. No, I AM. But the fool Sean just didn't see it that way, did he? Well Sean, look what's happened?! Because you didn't have the guts to evolve, this federation has crumbled, fell apart, and withered away. Just like your dreams. And why is that? Because you didn't have the guts to give the belt to the only man that truly deserved to hold that title all along: ME. Sure, maybe I'm a bit self-centered, but why shouldn't I be? It's not my fault that there's not anything else as important enough to care about. So all of the ones that ridiculed me when I was here, you can shove it, cuz I tried to show you the err of your ways. You didn't listen. I tried to show you a new way. You didn't pay attention. And now that the SwC is gone, you come to ME for help? Sorry, don't think so. You made your bed, and now you must die in it. I shall leave you with the words I spoke when I first stepped foot in an SwC ring for the first time, and every single one of you shrugged me off; "I was in the XHW, and within a month, they kicked me out because I killed the greatest faction in their history...before the sWo. Then, after a week of my entrance to the XWF, they closed shop. Coincidence? I think not. Then there was the EWS. I brought in the sWo as soon as that fed opened, and now look at where they are. The sWo won every single title in that fed, and we left just because it became too boring at the top. And now, the SwC shall become just another victim to the poison known as the sWo. Soon, SwC shall be added to the list of feds that were just...too...weak."
MB: SwC. Welcome to the list.
(The crowd is left in stunned silence, as Shane drops the mic to the mat, and grabs his friends Slash and Hack's hands, and the trio lift their arms into the air, as the original sWo theme "Back in Black" hits on the speakers. Shane takes Hack and Slash out of the ring, up the ramp, and out of the arena, as the music plays on...)
(The sWo is spotted walking out of the arena. Shane opens the back door, and his compadres climb in. He is about to do so himself, when none-other than Sean walks up to him and grabs onto his arm. Shane takes off his glasses, clips them over his shirt, and looks him dead in the eye.)
MB: What is it Sean? Wanna grovel at my feet now, is that it?
Sean: Shane...this isn't over. Just...this isn't over.
MB: Oh sure Sean, we'll see about that. But 'til then, you take care of your daddy, k? Heh, seeya.
(Shane unclips his shades and puts them back on, and stares at Sean for a second longer, with that smirk that the SwC fans have grown so accustomed to. He climbs into the limo, and the vehicle pulls out, and screeches off into the night air, as Sean is shown looking into the fog, that seemingly just appeared. He stares on.)