James Casey Posted June 10, 2015 Author Share Posted June 10, 2015 http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/00.jpg Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... Eminem! As Eminem delivered his performance... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/AFF.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Heroe.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Parker.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Spade.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Bali.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/DarrylDevine.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/DavisWayneNewton.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/GregGauge.jpg ...each member of Generation Supreme appeared on the stage... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Deeley.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Black.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/EddStone.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Montero.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/AMM.jpg ... in ones and twos... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hernandez.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JaredJohnson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/KirkJameson.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Glenn.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Primus.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Randy.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Zimmy.jpg ...until finally one last figure emerged. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/MatthewGauge.jpg * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/_SWF_SupremeChallenge.jpg Supreme Wrestling Federation presents: Supreme Challenge 32 – Generation Supreme Friday, July 12th 2012 Your announcers: http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/DuaneFry.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/PeterMichaels.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/SaraSilver.jpg Duane Fry – Peter Michaels – Sara Silver Duane: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Supreme Challenge – again! Peter: This is our second night of the biggest show around, and after last night’s incredible offering, the members of the Supreme roster will have to go some to top their colleagues. Sara: Last night saw one of the most brutal matches of all time in War Games, three incredible tag team matches, the North American title change hands and the end of one the greatest careers of all time as Sam Keith was felled by Rich Money. How can we top that? Peter: That's the SWF for you, Sara, we're always out to outdo ourselves. Tonight we'll see the finals of the tag team tournament, with the winners facing Jack Bruce and Troy Tornado later in the show. The Shooting Star, Vixxens and Chaos titles are on the line, Jay Chord takes a run at Christian Faith and in case we've forgotten, there's still the main event – SWF World champion Sean McFly vs. the winner of Supreme Respect, Matthew Gauge! * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is the final of the tag team title tournament. Announcer: Introducing first, the number two seeds, weighing in at a total of 693 pounds, accompanied by Emma Chase and representing the Inner Circle... Eric Eisen and Marat Khoklov! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Eric.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Khoklov.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Emma.jpg Sara: I see Emma Chase is back in her normal business attire. Duane: Either way, I’m not complaining. Announcer: And their opponents, the number eight seeds, weighing in at a total of 445 pounds, Donnie Jackson and James Prudence, the Fly Boys! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Prudence.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jackson.jpg Peter: And you don’t need to be a doctor to see that Donnie Jackson’s knee is in poor condition. That’s some heavy strapping the Fly Boy’s got there. Supreme Challenge Tag Team Title Tournament Final http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Name.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jackson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Prudence.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Eric.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Khoklov.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/EmmaSmall.jpg The Fly Boys vs. Eisen & Khoklov Eric wore a broad grin as he watched Donnie Jackson hobble down the aisle and climb awkwardly onto the apron. Moving to the apron himself, his grin only widened as Khoklov squared up to James Prudence. Peter: The Fly Boys would struggle under normal conditions against Khoklov. Now one of them is injured, what chance do they have? Duane: They've overcome a lot to get this far, but the veterans have to know that an injured team is a target – and there's not many more eager to exploit a target than Eric Eisen. Khoklov threw fists at Prudence to start the match, with the blonde doing his best to stay out of the firing line. One glancing blow to his ribs dropped him to one knee, and he quickly scrambled through Khoklov’s legs as the Russian Giant made a grab for him. Scrambling to his corner, he was followed by the bigger man. Jackson lay in wait, however, and used the ropes to drive his good knee into the side of Khoklov’s head. The bigger man shrugged off the blow as though it were no more than a mosquito buzzing around his head. However, it gave the Fly Boys the chance to double-team him, and through clever use of the five count and their greater speed, they shortly had him down on one knee. As Eric watched on, apparently content that Khoklov was in no real danger, Prudence fired himself at the bigger man, delivering a pinpoint knee strike to the temple, as Jackson had done. This hit was less quickly shrugged off by Khoklov, and allowed Jackson to use the ropes once again to deliver a third strike to the same place. Khoklov looked panicked for a second as he tried to get to his feet, and needed to use the ropes to get there. Sara: Wait a minute... The Fly Boys were in no mood to give anyone time – not the announcers, nor Khoklov. Prudence kept moving fast, chopping away at Khoklov’s legs and body, glancing blows delivered at speed and from every angle possible. Increasingly dizzy, Khoklov tried to swat Prudence out of the air when he used the ropes as a springboard, but Prudence twisted under the blow and delivered a dropkick that sent Khoklov stumbling into the Fly Boys’ corner. There Jackson delivered yet another hard strike to Khoklov’s head, only to get caught in the act as Khoklov seized him, and with an almighty heave hurled him across the ring. Sensing the chance to gain an advantage, Eric was quick to jump into the ring, distracting Prudence as he started kicking the stunned Jackson. Duane: No-one knows how to kick someone when they’re down better than an Eisen. As Eric continued to lay in the kicks, however, Jackson suddenly twisted on the mat, grabbing Eric’s leg and spinning him into Khoklov, just as Prudence delivered a diving knee off the top rope, once again hitting Khoklov in the head. Eric rebounded from the Russian Giant and fell to the mat, momentarily stunned. As Jackson scrambled clear, Khoklov teetered... and tottered... and toppled backwards, falling on top of Eric with all 600 pounds of weight. Prudence stared at the fallen pair for a moment before quickly scaling the turnbuckle and launching himself off the top rope. Sara: Death On Miami Beach! Prudence just hit Khoklov – and Eric’s still underneath his partner! With Eric trapped, Prudence quickly snared him in the Prudential Pain Plan, getting just enough of his arms free to apply the hold. The referee hemmed and hawed for a moment as Emma Chase went ballistic at ringside, but eventually seemed to decide that Khoklov was hardly interfering when it was his own partner he’d trapped. Checking what he could see of Eric, the referee called for the bell as Eric’s fingers tapped weakly on Prudence’ arm. Peter: Incredible! The Fly Boys win! Duane: I’ve never seen anything like it! The Inner Circle’s biggest strength was turned against them! Jackson, on one leg, and Prudence, exhausted from the effort of maintaining perpetual motion, had their arms raised in the middle of the ring as Eric and the still dazed Khoklov made their way painfully backstage. Sara: I’m starting to think that the Fly Boys could do this. Duane: The champions will certainly have a fight on their hands... but surely they’ll have enough to retain? Winners: The Fly Boys (B+) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/EricEisen.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/EmmaChase.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Primus.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/MaratKhoklov.jpg Eric and Khoklov slammed into the Inner Circle locker room with Emma in their wake, the Supremacist swearing loudly as he kicked over a vase of flowers. Primus Allen got to his feet, but Khoklov clapped one hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. Khoklov: Sit. Is time for discussion. Eric: What the hell just happened, Emma? How did we lose to the Fly Boys – especially when one of them was fighting wounded! James: Because... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/BigCatBrandon.jpg James: ...you though you'd win. You screwed up. We've talked big, and fought small. Time for that to change. Eric: We've said that before. James laughed. James: Yeah, we have. 'Big Money' said that. Now it's the Big Cat. Listen to me. Things have changed. I went corporate to fit in here. That was my mistake. I should have just slapped more people around, like Eddie. Eric: Oh, so we should be taking tips from Eddie Peak now? James: No. But we stop sitting on our asses. We have the power. We need to use it. Eric: How? For a start, Khoklov and Primus rip apart whoever wins the tag title match later. After that... I have plans... Eric scowled, but dropped into a chair. Eric: I'm listening. James: First... James looked at the camera. James: ...you get out of here. This is private. With Big Cat advancing on them, the camera crew beat a hasty retreat. Duane: I thought that the Big Cat was back for one night only. Peter: Apparently not. Apparently Brandon James enjoyed what happened last night – a battle that somehow came close to taming Eddie Peak, and which may have put John Greed off the idea of correcting sin in the SWF for good. * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SWF Shooting Star title. Announcer: Introducing first, weighing 230 pounds... the Future, Steven Parker! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Parker.jpg Announcer: And his opponent, accompanied by Joanne Rodriguez and weighing 200 pounds... the SWF Shooting Star champion, James Hernandez! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hernandez.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JoanneRodriguez.jpg Duane: We saw last night how far these two have come since debuting together in Rip Chord’s Mid Atlantic Wrestling. Tonight their paths cross at the granddaddy of them all, Supreme Challenge! Sara: And we’re delighted to be joined by the man who trained both of these competitors, the legendary Rip Chord! Rip: Pleased to be here, and feeling very proud right now to see James and Steven ready to take part in the biggest match of their careers. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/ZSWF_Shooting.jpg SWF Shooting Star Title http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JoanneSmall.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hernandez.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Parker.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Name.jpg James Hernandez © vs. Steven Parker Peter: Rip, when did you know that these two would make it? Rip: I always had a good feeling about them both. Almost from day one, they were at the top of their class. It only took a few months for them to master the basics and be ready for their first match. Sara: Who did they face? Rip: Each other. Peter: Who won? Rip: Parker. He cheated. He was good at that from early on, too. The early going showcased the familiarity between the two, with them seemingly knowing by sheer instinct how to counter one another’s moves. Parker seemed inclined to take the match outside, where he might have found an edge using illicit means, but Hernandez refused to take the bait, keeping the fight between the ropes. Rip: That's smart. One of their first matches, Parker got him outside and beat seven shades of hell out of Hernandez. Duane: Something he won't have forgotten. Rip: He'd be a lot stupider than I think if he has. Parker seemed to give up on that tactic, instead meeting Hernandez in the middle of the ring again, the two showing off their similar tactics as they tried to breach the other's defences. Peter: There's not much to choose between them. Rip: Never was. They're like two beans in a pod. Both men kept plugging away, with several two counts, but somehow neither was quite able to put the other down. An attempt at a Future Shock from Parker countered into a neckbreaker. Parker, meanwhile, rolled clear as Hernandez went up top to try for a Apparition #14. Hernandez jumped down, and Parker took advantage of the distraction to go low, clipping the inside of his thigh and making him stumble. Parker quickly pulled Hernandez into an inside cradle, and was able to keep his opponent's shoulders down for – just! – three. Duane: Parker takes the win, and the Shooting Star title! Hernandez was left looking sour in the middle of the ring, consoled by Rodriguez as Parker lifted the title overhead. Sara: Parker's left the Inner Circle and lifted gold. Rip: And he did it clean, too. Peter: Clean, but not decisive. Hernandez will want a rematch, and you have to know he won't get beaten the same way twice. Winner: Steven Parker (B) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Keith.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/RichardEisen.jpg Sam Keith was backstage, bruised, battered and limping but walking with a clear sense of purpose as he found his way to Richard Eisen's office. Knocking on the door, he walked in to find Mr Eisen looking over some paperwork. Mr Eisen: Sam, sit down. Sir, I'm just here to sign my release papers. There's not much point in keeping me around now I can't wrestle – I'm not about to turn into a play-by-play guy overnight. Mr Eisen: No, Sam, you're not. But... He gestured at the chair across from him a second time. Mr Eisen: Please, sit. I'd like to talk to you about an opportunity that's just come up... * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Randy.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Deeley.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Reed.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Zimmy.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Black.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/MrEricTyler.jpg In a luxuriant locker room backstage the winning team from the previous night's War Game match were being tended to by a team of doctors, chiropractors, masseuses and other therapists. Zimmy Wolfson was even having a facial, while a dentist was checking Sean Deeley's mouth. Eric Tyler stood in front of the group, nodding to himself. Tyler: Gentlemen, I'm glad you're availing yourself of all the facilities here. War Games... Well, let's be glad it doesn't come around too often. You all need time off to recover, and I'll do my best to make sure you get it. In the mean time, consider these professionals a token of my gratitude. Art Reed smiled tiredly as a burly masseur kneaded his shoulders. Reed: Hey, I'm not about to say we didn't earn this... But I don't think it'd be worth going through again just to get some more. Tyler: I know. I know. The reward should always be worth the risk- Black: Eric, come on, we all went into last night with our eyes open. Nemesis and the Crucible, they needed stopping – or, at least, slowing down. I'm sure that maniac's somewhere hatching another plan, but for now... He sank back in his chair as a masseuse manipulated his calves. Black: ...we're good. Randy: Yeah, last night needed doing. After this, though, it's time to move on. Zim and I, we both want gold, and we need to focus on that. Tyler: I understand, I do. That's what Nemesis never got. Yeah, you put in your time, but that's not the be all and end all. When a wrestler's good enough, that's it. How quickly they work their way up the ranks... That's up to them. And you guys, you're all right there. That's the way it is, the way it's always been, it's tradition... He looked around them. Tyler: Listen, would you guys be willing to work together some more? Black: On what? Tyler: As much as I hate to say it... Nemesis did have some kind of point. I was the one negotiating with everyone for the last two years. I know what they wall want, I know who's realistic, who's ambitious, and who's flat out crazy. Some people do need reminding of the way the world really works – not the way Nemesis wants it to work. Zimmy: You're looking to teach a lesson in respect, Eric? I think Chris Morrisette would have an issue with that. Reed: There are veterans who need reminding they can't pull the ladder up after them, and punk kids who need teaching how important it is that you get good before you get cocky. There's got to be a balance, a way for people to learn the tradition, and... one lesson won't do it. You'd need some kind of school... Tyler: Let me think about it. You guys enjoy your reward... and here's to a lot more in the future! * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triangle match scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF Chaos title. Announcer: Introducing first, weighing 240 pounds, the Supreme Star... Spencer Spade! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Spade.jpg Announcer: And next, weighing in at 227 pounds... KC Glenn! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Glenn.jpg Announcer: And their opponent, weighing in at 233 pounds, he is the reigning SWF Chaos champion... Wolf Hawkins! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hawkins.jpg Sara: No heated rivalry here, exactly, but Spencer Spade didn’t like the way Wolf Hawkins treated Sam Keith, and when Hawkins won the title, KC Glenn got caught in the middle. Duane: We’ll see three of the brightest young stars facing off here, and while Spade and Hawkins talk big, the word backstage is that Glenn has earned a lot of respect from the veterans – Sean McFly in particular is understood to be impressed with him. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/ZSWF_Chaos.jpg SWF Chaos Title http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Spade.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Glenn.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hawkins.jpg Spencer Spade vs. KC Glenn vs. Wolf Hawkins © With three of the finest young stars on the planet in the same ring, the action was fast and furious in this contest. All three men had periods in control, but the presence of the third man time and again stopped one of them taking the win. Peter: It's difficult to take two men out of the fight at the same time. Of the three, Hawkins was the first to take advantage of the lack of disqualifications, going low on KC Glenn with a shot to the groin. As Glenn doubled over, Hawkins grabbed the back of his head and rammed him into Spade's midsection, leaving the Supreme Star open to a Full Moon Rising that would surely have meant a three count – but Hawkins paused to savour the moment, arms aloft as tens of thousands of fans cheered him and jeered him in varying measures. As he turned back to KC Glenn- Duane: Tune Up The Sunshine Band! Hawkins hit the deck, with Glenn dropping on top of him to make the cover for three, winning him back the Chaos title. Duane: KC Glenn takes the win and the title. Could the quiet youngster be the man to watch over the coming year? Winner: KC Glenn (B+) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Ana.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Minnesota.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Law.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Giedroyc.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Nemesis.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Maverick.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hayes.jpg Ana Garcia was waiting backstage as a tour bus pulled into the parking area and one by one the members of the Crucible got out, each one clad in a sober suit. Nemesis was the last to dismount, his own suit as a black as night, enlivened only by a small diamond tie pin. Ana: Nemesis... May I have a word? Nemesis: Of course, Ana. What can we do for you? He favoured her with a smile, which she met with a raised eyebrow. Ana: Last night your team came up short in an incredible War Games match... so, what now for the Crucible? Nemesis: Ana, that is the question. Do we slink into the shadows, tails between our legs? Do we down tools and head for pastures new? Nemesis spread his hands, his smile widening to match. Nemesis: No. Last night was... experience. A reminder that in this business, any result, no matter how improbable, can happen. War Games is behind us, it's one moment in the past. The important thing is that the Crucible is ready to move forwards, and make sure that change, real change, is coming. Peter: Nemesis is about as legitimate as a three dollar bill. Sara: What do you mean? Peter: A loss like that, and he's just putting it behind him? Someone's going to taste the payback from this, and whoever it is, I feel sorry for them. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Gilmore.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Morrisette.jpg A video played to recap the events leading to the following match, starting with Chris Morrisette’s fortuitous victory over Tom Gilmore for the SWF World title. Gilmore: I know lots of people have been talking about where Chris Morrisette is a fit and able World champion. He knocked me cold, he pinned me, he has the title. If there was an element of luck there, so be it – no-one wins any sort of real match without at least some luck in their favour. Morrisette: I won’t hide from any challenge, provided it’s a real challenge. At Nothing To Lose, you get your rematch. Gilmore came into the rematch on the back of brutal fights with Brandon James and Eddie Peak, and just to drive the point home... Before Gilmore could finish his thought, he was thrown across the room under the weight of a flying tackle. Jessie shrieked as Morrisette hauled Gilmore upright and hurled him headfirst into the TV screen, shattering the screen with a shower of sparks. Morrisette crouched down on his haunches, World title clenched in one hand as he stared down into Gilmore’s eyes, the fallen man trying weakly to reach out to his attacker. Morrisette: Something you’ve never understood, Gilmore. Fight as hard as you like, as well as you like, as long as you like... The only thing that matters is who ends up with their hand raised. In the title match... Gilmore stumbled backwards, releasing Morrisette's leg. He fell against the ropes, one hand clasped to his face, blood spilling freely from his broken nose. Morrisette rose from the mat, his expression one of unbridled rage. Ignoring the pain from his abused leg, Morrisette crossed the ring in two strides, hauling Gilmore off the ropes and delivering a Lesson In Respect that drove Gilmore face-first into the mat – or, rather, face-first into the metal and hard plastic of his protective mask. Duane: Sometimes you make your own luck in this business. Morrisette rolled Gilmore over and dropped on top of him, one elbow on his face as he made the cover. The referee dropped to the mat and counted to three, calling for the bell as Morrisette raised one arm wearily in celebration. While Gilmore was stymied in his attempts to get a second rematch, Morrisette impressed as champion, defeating Jack Bruce despite broken ribs and coming out from the Lockdown match with his title intact, having overcome five challengers in doing so. A number one contender match between Sean McFly and Tom Gilmore was interrupted by Rich Money leading to a triangle series between the three men – won by McFly when Gilmore stopped Money from interfering in the last match. McFly would then beat Morrisette for the title, and emerge victorious in the rematch, leaving Morrisette despairing, and demanding a match against Gilmore. Morrisette: I want to hear what you have to say about my challenge for Supreme Respect. You and I, facing off in this ring. We're both former World champions, a little out in the cold at the moment thanks to everything that's been going on, but we're two of the best wrestlers in the world. We should be competing for the World title. We certainly deserve a spot at Supreme Challenge, you and I, much more than some of the punk kids who're on the card already... He tailed off. Gilmore looked as though he'd bitten into a lemon. Gilmore: You were so close, Morrisette. I was going to give you your match and think nothing more of it. Now... Gilmore: I'm not an arrogant man, Morrisette. I won my World title, and lost it. Some day, I want another shot, and I'll do whatever it takes to earn it. But I don't make any assumptions about my opponents, regardless of how young and inexperienced they are. Gilmore: You're looking over your shoulder, seeing the likes of KC Glenn and Edd Stone behind you, and I think it scares you, Morrisette. You know how long it took you to get the title. You're worried you won't have another shot, and you want to try and put down anyone coming up the rankings in case they overtake you. Gilmore: I understand that, Morrisette, but it's nothing more than cowardice. I'm embarrassed on your behalf to see you like that. With all the talent you have, that sort of thought shouldn't cross your mind. If it is, you don't deserve to compete for any title, let alone the World title. Morrisette didn't take the verbal slap down well. Gilmore was working out backstage when Morrisette approached him. The two exchanged words, and Morrisette turned to walk away... ...before spinning around and flattening Gilmore with a shot from a dumbell bar. He stood over Gilmore, glaring down at him. Morrisette: You don't talk down to me, Gilmore. You don't get to pretend that your way is the only way, that you're some kind of virtuous, kindly stranger who goes out of his way to help others for now reward. You're after the same thing I am, and you'll beat down anyone in your way, the same as I would. At least I'm honest enough to admit it, you sanctimonious prick. Dropping the bar, Morrisette walked away, leaving Gilmore curled up in pain on the floor. * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Jessie and weighing in at 240 pounds... Tom Gilmore! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Gilmore.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jessie.jpg Announcer: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds... Chris Morrisette! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Morrisette.jpg Duane: This is a match about respect – respect that Morrisette demands, and that he feels that Gilmore has never given him. Sara: Tom Gilmore is one of the SWF’s most beloved figures; An honourable, unyielding fighter who never, ever gives up and never, ever steps down from a fight. A year ago tonight he finally defeated Rich Money for the SWF World title and cemented his place in SWF history. It was Chris Morrisette who ended that reign, and he’s beaten Gilmore twice... but he still doesn’t feel that Gilmore respects him. Duane: I’m sure Gilmore respects the wrestler... The person, not so much. Gilmore has earned respect, never asked for it. Morrisette’s earned it too – but the way he demands that everyone bow down to him just makes him seem petty. Peter: Last Tuesday we saw Morrisette brutalise Gilmore in a vicious beatdown. Gilmore has to be feeling the effects of that. We’ll have to see how this one plays out. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JessieSmall.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Gilmore.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Morrisette.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Name.jpg Tom Gilmore vs. Chris Morrisette Whatever ill effects Gilmore may have been feeling weren’t apparent in the early going. The Marathon Man lived up to his nickname, performing a series of stunning flying moves in and around the ring, battering Morrisette at a pace and level of riskiness that the Canadian typically keeps in reserve. Duane: Gilmore’s pushing the limits tonight, and Morrisette doesn’t seem to have an answer! Sara: Gilmore’s oh and two against Morrisette. He doesn’t want to lose another one to him. But when Gilmore mistimed a splash in the corner he seemed to jar his left shoulder, reeling away in pain as Morrisette shook his head clear. Sara: That must have been where the dumbbell did the damage. Morrisette was quick to go to work on Gilmore’s arm and shoulder, almost trying to completely tear it from its socket by wrapping it around the top rope as he leapt off the ring apron. Gilmore was left writhing in pain, only escaping defeat in an armbar by getting his foot under the bottom rope. When Morrisette tried to press the advantage, Gilmore retaliated with kicks and a big headbutt, but that left both men stunned, and when Morrisette was the first to recover, he went right back to work on Gilmore’s left arm. Peter: It must just be a matter of time before Gilmore’s forced to tap. Gilmore showed no sign of giving up, however, fighting back with his one good hand, turning Morrisette inside out with a huge clothesline. He pressed his advantage by trying to lock Morrisette in the Ankle Lock, only for Morrisette to kick him away, catching his bad shoulder. Gilmore backed off, doubled over in pain as he grasped the wounded joint. Morrisette was closed in, grabbing Gilmore’s left arm and tried to set up A Lesson In Respect... ...only for Gilmore to pull free, spinning Morrisette around and hammering him into the mat with an Anger Management. Before making the cover, Gilmore raised his left arm easily overhead, showing no signs of any ill effects. Peter: I think Morrisette got played. Gilmore made the cover, hooking Morrisette’s leg with his left arm and holding him down for three. Duane: Gilmore wins, and that’s a powerful demon he’s just exorcised. Sara: The Marathon Man holds out again. Despite Morrisette’s very best efforts, he’s come up short tonight. Tom Gilmore wins, and the former World champion throws himself right back into the title hunt! Winner: Tom Gilmore (A) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JerryEisen.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JackBruce.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/TamaraMcFly.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/TroyTornado.jpg Jerry Eisen stood backstage in the locker room of Jack Bruce and Troy Tornado, looking uncomfortable as he tried to catch either man's attention. Tornado was occupied with Tamara, the two quietly embracing on a couch in the corner of the room. Jack Bruce, meanwhile, was trying to stop a pair of twins from removing his clothes. Bruce: No, girls, come on... I have an interview... We have a match in, like, five minutes... And that's not anywhere near enough time for one of you, let alone both of you... Jerry turned back to the camera. Jerry: Guys, I don't think we're going to get anything from the champs right now. * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SWF World Tag Team titles. Announcer: Introducing first, weighing in at a total of 445 pounds, Donnie Jackson and James Prudence, the Fly Boys! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jackson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Prudence.jpg Duane: Too bad for the Fly Boys, I have to say. They could have been a real threat to the champions, but with Jackson’s bad leg, surely they’ll just want to make an accounting of themselves tonight. Announcer: And their opponents, accompanied by Tamara McFly, they are the reigning SWF World Tag Team champions. Weighing in at a total of 485 pounds... Jack Bruce and Troy Tornado! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2KRpRMSu4g http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JackBruce.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/TroyTornado.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/TamaraMcFly.jpg Peter: The champions look fresh. The challengers... not so much. Duane: I’d like to know more about this Jefferson Stardust guy who showed up last night. Is he looking to join Bruce and Tornado? Is he going to compete with them? Sara: Hopefully he won’t show up tonight, at least, not during the match. These two teams could put on a great show tonight... Well, if Jackson was at a hundred percent, anyway. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/ZSWF_Tag.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/ZSWF_Tag.jpg SWF World Tag Team Titles http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/TamaraSmall.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Bruce.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Tornado.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jackson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Prudence.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Name.jpg Bruce & Tornado © vs. The Fly Boys Sara: Do you get the feeling the champions aren’t taking this match entirely seriously? Duane: Both teams had a tough match last night, and so did the challengers, but there’s the small matter of the Fly Boys match with Eric Eisen and Marat Khoklov earlier tonight to consider. Peter: Congratulations, Duane. You’re the first person to ever use ‘small’ and ‘Marat Khoklov’ in the same sentence. The champions approached the challengers before the match, pointing to Jackson's leg in particular as they seemed to be indicating that the Fly Boys should just back away – for now, or indefinitely. The Fly Boys responded with twin slaps to the face, kicking off a high tempo contest in which Prudence did his best to keep pace with the two rock stars, but inevitably started to weary as the match went on. Eventually, he was forced to retreat to his corner and tag in Jackson, who entered the ring with a clear degree of trepidation as he limped into the ring... ...and met Bruce with a high dropkick, catching the Long Island Angel completely unawares. Jackson moved freely around the ring, perhaps a little slowed by his injured leg, but nowhere near as badly as he had moved earlier in the night. Peter: Did Jackson feign injury... against the Inner Circle? Duane: That takes some serious guts to pull off. Sara: It seems like they lucked out when Khoklov took out Eisen by mistake, and now it plays into their favour! Fresher than his opponents, Jackson was able to keep ahead of them, even with the slight impediment of his injured leg. When it buckled under him at one point, dropping him at Tornado’s feet, he instinctively clipped the champion’s knee, dropping him to the mat and giving Jackson the chance to tag in the refreshed Prudence. With Prudence in the ring, Bruce tagged in and tried to overpower his smaller foe, calling on the fans for support after hurling Prudence across the ring with a press slam. Behind his back, though, Jackson leapt off the top rope, nailing Bruce between the shoulder blades with a dropkick that drew the fans up onto their feet. Sara: The fans can appreciate the athleticism, even if it was Jack Bruce on the receiving end! As Tornado tried to make the save Jackson met him with a flying forearm. Prudence charged across the ring, crashing into Bruce with a Surf’s Up to put the Long Island Angel down for one... two... three! Duane: New champions! New champions! Sara: Incredible! Winners: The Fly Boys (B+) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jackson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Prudence.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Ana.jpg As the referee brought the title belts over to the new champions, Ana Garcia joined them in the ring. Ana: Donnie, James, you’ve done it! Jackson: Yes! Jackson held his title aloft, basking in the crowd’s reaction. Prudence leaned into the microphone. Prudence: Ana, we’ve been here almost three years. We’ve had our chances, but tonight we’ve taken that final step on the biggest stage of them all – Supreme Challenge! Jackson: Ana, we’ve gone under the radar for a long time. That was deliberate, we didn’t want to attract too much attention to ourselves. You see someone like Rich Money going out to end someone’s career, or Christian Faith getting targeted by Jay Chord, or the trouble Generation Supreme have invited onto themselves... Prudence: It’s not the way we wanted to do it. Jackson: That’s right, but now... The new champions looked down at their titles, clasped tightly in their hands. Jackson: Now we’re not going to have a choice, are we? The duo exchanged looks. Ana: So, what now for the Fly Boys? Prudence: Now... we’ve probably got a rematch coming up with Jack Bruce and Troy Tornado. Get past that, and there’s teams lining up around the block for a shot at these titles. Jackson: But we’re not going anywhere. We’ve come through three matches against three of the best teams in the world in the last twenty-four hours. We didn’t do all that just to duck challenges. Prudence: We’re here, we’ve got big gold bullseyes everyone’s taking aim at, and we’re ready to fight. * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a four corners match scheduled for one fall and is for the SWF Vixxens title. Announcer: At this time, please welcome to the ring the official ringside observer... Sam Strong! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UczKno92tPQ http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/SamStrong.jpg Sara: It's a little known fact that Sam Strong is a big fan of women's wrestling. He wanted to be here for this match tonight, and his presence will help shine a light on the incredible ability of the Vixxens for those not familiar with them. Announcer: And now the challengers... Introducing first, accompanied by Jessie and weighing in at 190 pounds... Lauren Easter! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHzOOQfhPFg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Easter.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jessie.jpg Announcer: Next, accompanied by Melody Cuthill and weighing in at 190 pounds... Cherry Bomb! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J2QdDbelmY http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Bomb.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Cuthill.jpg Announcer: Next, weighing in at 165 pounds... Vegas Blue! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjPqsDU0j2I http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/VegasBlue.jpg Announcer: And their opponent, weighing in 185 pounds she is the reigning SWF Vixxens champion... Suzanne Brazzle! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyT6mrSAaAs http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Brazzle.jpg Sara: The champion looks ready. Three challengers on her tail, but Brazzle doesn't look in the least bit intimidated. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/ZSWF_Vixxen.jpg SWF Vixxens Title http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Name.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Brazzle.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Easter.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JessieSmall.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Name.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/VegasBlue.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Bomb.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/MelodySmall.jpg Suzanne Brazzle © vs. Lauren Easter vs. Vegas Blue vs. Cherry Bomb In the opening moments it was hard to tell who Cherry Bomb wanted to hurt more – certainly Brazzle felt the wrath of the redhead at first, but then Bomb clotheslined Easter out of the ring and followed her to the arena floor. As Brazzle – and Sam Strong – watched Bomb deliver a thunderous clothesline, Blue snuck in behind her and rolled the champion up, nearly snatching the victory in the first couple of minutes of the match. Peter: That would have been a shock, but not a huge one. Blue showed a lot of spirit to earn a contract here – and then to get in on this match. Bomb and Easter, realising they'd been distracted, quickly made their way back into the ring and went after Brazzle and Blue, respectively. Bomb walked straight into a Brazzle suplex, but Blue fell to a big punch from Easter, who looked furious. Duane: Easter's been on a mission since she lost the Vixxens title, and she nearly missed out on it after a split-second misjudgement there. She's not going to lose her focus again. Easter kept up the pressure on Blue as Brazzle and Bomb fought back and forth across the ring, before Bomb got the upper hand with a savate kick that caught Brazzle flush in the chest. With the champion down, Easter switched her attention to Bomb, catching her from behind with a big belly to back suplex that earned her two, with Sam Strong banging his hand on the apron in time with the referee. Sara: The Icon knows great action when he sees it! Bomb and Easter continued to trade shots as Brazzle regained her breath and Blue tried to clear her head in one corner of the ring. Bomb ducked under a clothesline and rebounded off the ropes, charging at Easter only to be met with a back body drop that sent her up and over the ropes. Duane: Bomb lands on the apron! What agility from Cherry Bomb! As Bomb steadied herself on the apron, Easter had already turned her attention to Brazzle. Before Bomb could rejoin the fight, however... Peter: Strong Arm Tactic from Vegas Blue! Apparently someone’s a fan of the Icon! Bomb went flying off the apron, crashing heavily into the crowd barrier and drawing sympathetic groans from the fans. Blue gave Strong a double point, only to be met with an unamused expression. Sara: I don't think he appreciates the tribute, somehow. Blue was nearly run over by Easter and Brazzle as they fought wildly across the ring. Brazzle ducked under a roundhouse kick and went low on Easter, catching her in the knee and making her stumble. Brazzle shoved her away and Easter tumbled between the ropes, landing on the apron. As the pair cleared their heads they seemed to have the same idea, standing up on either side of the ropes and grabbing one another, with both women trying to suplex the other across the divide. Duane: If Brazzle hits this, the advantage lies with the champion. If Easter hits this, you can count Brazzle out for the rest of the night, never mind the rest of the match! Easter seemed to have the advantage, lifting Brazzle almost halfway up and over, but at the last second Brazzle grabbed the top rope and clung on for dear life. Avoiding the hard fall to the floor, she twisted as Easter dropped her back to the mat and used the added leverage to haul Easter up and into the air. Unable to grab the rope, Easter went over and back into the ring, landing hard with Brazzle in the ring. Peter: That looked- Duane: Blue! Blue with the cover! The referee hit the mat, his hand banging down once... twice... three times. Sara: What?!? Winner: Vegas Blue (B) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Brazzle.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Easter.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/SamStrong.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/VegasBlue.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Bomb.jpg Peter: What just... What did I just see? Duane: I’m really not sure... Sara: Is there a replay? On the Supremescreen the end of the match replayed with Brazzle and Easter watching intently, as behind them Blue accepted the Vixxens title. Sinking to her knees with the title clasped to her chest, she seemed overwhelmed by the moment. On the Supremescreen, the replay showed Brazzle trying to suplex Easter back into the ring, only to lose her footing partway through the move, landing hard with Easter on top of her. Blue shoved Easter away and made the cover, hooking Brazzle's leg to score the pin... ...all while Sam Strong had hold of Brazzle’s other foot, stopping her from kicking out. Sara: What? Duane: Sam Strong just handed Vegas Blue the match. He tripped Brazzle, he stopped her kicking out... In the ring, Blue seemed to wake from her reverie as the replay ended. With Easter, Brazzle and even the recovering Bomb all looking furious at the way the match had ended, Blue quickly bailed out of the ring and up moved quickly up the aisle. Peter: What the hell just happened here? * Duane: Well, while we try and make sense of what we've just seen, let's head backstage, where we're told something's happening... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/AMM.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Montero.jpg Antonio Maxi Marquez and Gino Montero walked up to Richard Eisen’s office. They knocked respectfully on the door and waited to be called in. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/RichardEisen.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Keith.jpg Richard: Antonio, Gino, what can we do for you? Montero: Mr Eisen, we’re wondering if there’s any chance of us getting on the show tonight? Richard: Well... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Devine.jpg Darryl Devine walked into the office without knocking, pausing to admire himself in a handheld mirror. Devine: I want a match. A movie star being left off Supreme Challenge? Ridiculous! Richard: ...you’ll have to talk to the new general manager of the SWF. Mr Eisen gestured at Keith, who nodded curtly. Keith: Devine, I thought you wanted revenge on the Crucible? Devine: Mm, I thought about it, but it’s not box office – not enough to risk my health and good looks in a War Games match, anyway. Keith: I had a feeling you’d feel that way. Go find Steve Flash. I owe him a favour, so he gets a payday, and he’s been around long enough to know to bring his boots even when he’s not scheduled for a match. Devine: I’m facing Steve Flash? Keith: No, you’re teaming with him – against Marquez and Montero here. Now get going, you’re up next. Marquez: Thanks, boss. Montero and Marquez exited quickly. Devine looked confused for a moment, then followed in their wake. Your first executive decision. Nicely done. How does it feel to exercise real power? Keith laced his fingers together and flexed them. Keith: I...could get used to it. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/AMM.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Montero.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Devine.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Flash.jpg Antonio Maxi Marquez and Gino Montero vs. Darryl Devine and Steve Flash With the triple virtues of speed, technique and tag experience on their side, Los Hermanos clearly had the better of the early going in this match. In spite of this, they couldn't find a way to put their opponents down. Although Devine and Flash could scarcely be said to be on the same page, they were at least in tune enough to break up pinfall attempts. The repeated frustrations seemed to get to Marquez and Montero, and their teamwork suffered a little as each man tried to end the match on their own. That approach suited Devine and Flash rather better, as they were able to meet their opponents on a more level footing, letting them make gains to even things up. With the match breaking down into a brawl, the experience of Flash shone through as he evaded a dropkick from Marquez, snaring Montero and flattening him with a Flash Bang to pick up the win, sparking big celebrations from Devine, and a quiet, satisfied smile from his veteran partner. With that kind of action coming from Sam Keith's first edict, it seems like his reign is off to a great start! Winners: Devine and Flash (B+) * Duane: Let's take you back almost two years to the aftermath of Supreme Challenge 30, where a Supreme legend – the Supreme Legend – delivered a stunning announcement... <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]-->http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Faith.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jay.jpg<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7I_EWFzRaA August 2010 Faith: The last month or so, since Supreme Challenge, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about the future. The truth is, I’m tired. I’m getting old, and I’m tired. From now on, I’m not going to let myself get dragged into feuds. I’m not going to be the guardian of the SWF anymore. It’s time to take a step back. Faith: I’ve got a lot out of this business. My boy’s never gone hungry. My family and I have seen some amazing places – we’ve been all around the world on Richard Eisen’s dime. I’m grateful, I really am. I’ve got a little bit left in the tank, and I want to use it to give back to the company that’s given me so much. So from now on I’m here to teach. Anyone who wants to get in the ring with... the ‘Supreme Legend’ is welcome to. You want to test yourself against me, you feel like you have something to prove, or maybe you just think I’m an itch you want to scratch... I’m right here. Hopefully you’ll learn something, because when the time comes that just having faith isn’t enough anymore, I want to know that I’m leaving this company in safe hands. In the following weeks Faith would face off against some of the cream of the new young talent that would come to be known as Generation Supreme: James Hernandez, Gino Montero, Steven Parker, Darryl Devine and Matthew Gauge all stood across the ring from Faith, and all were defeated. At Christmas Clash, Greg Gauge became the first man to challenge Faith on pay-per-view, but was as well. As 2011 dawned, Faith continued to face young talent as Marc DuBois, Antonio Maxi Marquez and KC Glenn all took a tilt at the Supreme Legend, and were beaten in turn. In March 2011 Jay Chord won a battle royal on Uprising to earn the right to face Faith in their first pay-per-view meeting... Exploiting Faith’s pain, Chord dropped Faith to his knees with an elbow smash to the small of the back, and tried to nail him with a DDT. Duane: Rip’s move – and we’ve seen how that put a younger Faith down! Faith blocked the move, shoving Chord off, but before he could get to his feet Chord dropkicked him in the face. Duane: Chord is so quick – that’s not something he got from his father! ...but like the others... Chord staggered out of the corner as Faith clutched at the top rope. Chord turned slowly to face the older man, and Faith lunged forward. Duane: Reach of Faith! Chord hit the mat, with Faith’s arm across him. The referee followed, counting to three. Sara: Faith wins, but Chord nearly had it won! ...he was defeated. Still... Faith was barely able to get to his feet before Darryl Devine jumped into the ring and tried to blast him with a Devine Dream Drop. Faith was able to block, sending Devine crashing into Chord, but the distraction allowed Rocky Golden to enter the ring and hit the Rocky Road. With Faith down, the trio of Succession members stood over him. Chord crouched down, microphone in hand. Chord: Good match, old man. You’re everything my father told me about... and everything we’re going to take apart. It’s been long enough. It’s time to take over the SWF for real, starting with all you old farts who’re blocking the way for young stars like me, Rocky and Darryl. As Jay and his Succession allies continued to clash with their rivals, Faith turned the other cheek, often teaming with fellow veteran Ricky Dale Johnson, the Total Legend as both men clashed with the younger generation. Over the following weeks Faith would defeat Swoop McCarthy, Primus, Zimmy Wolfson and Valiant, heading into the summer and the build-up to Supreme Challenge 31. June 2011 Glenn: ...look, all I’m saying is that one of us is going to get the win- Edd: No, not like that. It needs more... Zimmy? Zimmy: Gravitas. Edd: Right. Say it like... Edd: ...The Win. Zimmy: ...The Win. Glenn: ...The Win. Edd: Right. It’s a big thing... At the big show Faith defeated Johnson in a clash of the two legends, as for one night Faith put teaching aside to take the spotlight once more. On the same show, Jay and Devine drew with Liberty and Jay Chord, leading to a match with Liberty a few weeks later... Liberty was struggling to get to his feet as Chord dropped the mic. The youngster grabbed the ringside mats and pulled them back, revealing the bare concrete beneath. Sara: He wouldn’t... Duane: Why not? His father did! Chord laughed as he slapped Liberty on the side of the head, before grabbing the veteran by the head. The second-generation star smirked as he looked around at the baying crowd, before- Duane: DDT! The crowd fell silent for a moment, before launching into an avalanche of boos and jeers as Chord sat up, a wide smirk on his face. Duane: Dear Lord almighty. Liberty isn’t moving... Jay was less than embarrassed with his handiwork... Jay: My father made his name – our name – by doing what needed to be done. Putting Sam Strong on the shelf for months got him into the main event of the first ever Supreme Challenge, and saw him go on to be a three-time World champion, with a total of four and half years with the title. And you know what? That was just one DDT. I’ve already put Liberty down. If I see the opportunity, I’ll do it to any legend. ...which was a step along the way to his first pay-per-view main event... Zimmy doubled over, hands clasped protectively between his legs, and offering no resistance as Chord climbed achingly to his feet, grabbed Zimmy by the back of his head, and sent him flying to the outside of the ring. Sara: Oh. My. God... Duane: Jay Chord... wins? Jay Chord wins! In the ring, Jay slumped to his knees, his jaw dropping as the realisation of his achievement hit him. Duane: It’s real, it’s real! Jay Chord is going to be in the Gold Rush match! ...in which he kept his head, while all around him others were losing theirs... Instead of trying to reach the World champion, Chord instead dragged the unresisting Morrisette off the mat and drove him back into it, head-first, with a Super DDT. With everyone else otherwise occupied, no-one tried to break up the cover as the referee hit the mat to make the three count. Sara: Chord wins! Duane: That was a real display of pragmatism from Chord – he knew when to strike, and he knew how to take advantage! Winner, and new SWF North American champion: Jay Chord (B) Chord's lack of respect for anyone else earned the ire of Ricky Dale Johnson, a man responsible for Rip Chord's retirement several years before. Jay was happy to face Johnson – so long as it meant that Johnson's career would be on the line too. Chord was quick to leave the ring again, grabbing his title and heading for the exit. Johnson followed him and grabbed him from behind. With the referee still in the ring, he didn’t see Chord spin around and plant the title belt into Johnson’s gut. As Johnson doubled over, Chord grabbed the back of his head and snapped him backwards, smashing Johnson’s skull into the steel entrance ramp. Shoving him through the ropes, Chord clasped him around the waist and delivered a Cradle Piledriver that laid Johnson out for the pin. Sara: A long and storied top-level career is over, but does Jay Chord care? Duane: Only that he’s the one who ended it. Johnson paid Chord no attention, instead just rolling under the ropes to the ringside. Before he could walk away, though, Chord leapt through the ropes, dropkicking Johnson in the back of the head and sending him crashing into the announcers’ table. Duane: Damn it, just let the man be! Chord followed him out to the arena floor. Smirking at the sight of Johnson lying face-down on the arena floor, Chord picked up his title belt and turned away... before turning back and setting his title down again. Waving the referee away, Chord grabbed the ringside mats and pulled them back, exposing the bare concrete floor. Sara: Oh no. Oh no... Shoving the referee aside as he tried to intervene, Chord grabbed Johnson once again and dragged him onto his knees. Johnson was helpless, unable to defend himself as Chord crouched down before him, a wicked grin on his face. Jay: Now we’re going to school. Grabbing Johnson’s head, Chord threw himself backwards, DDTing the veteran on the concrete floor. Sara: No! Chord leapt upright, basking as the boos of the crowd rained down on him. Duane: We need help out here... Nor were veterans the only victims of Chord's attacks... As Aaron Andrews left the ring, Chord caught sight of him. Before Andrews had a chance to react, Jay sprang across the distance between them and smashed him in the back of the skull with the title belt. Sara: No! Andrews toppled forward, falling face-first through the ropes to the ringside mats. Chord followed him out and, ignoring the referee’s protestations, pulled back the ringside mats. Duane: This doesn’t look good. With Andrews unmoving, Chord took the time to pick up a microphone. Jay: Aaron, the good news... He grabbed Andrews’ head and pulled him, unresisting, onto his knees, his head trapped under Chord’s arm. Jay: …is that after tonight you don’t have to worry about trying to keep up with me any more. The bad news... He dropped backwards, DDTing Andrews into the concrete floor. Sara: Oh good God… Chord stood up casually, looking down on Andrews unmoving body with disinterest. Jay: ...is that after tonight, you won’t be worrying about much of anything for a while. But Faith continued winning, taking down Jared Johnson, Spencer Spade, Bali, Sammy Ford, Lenny Brown and others, and soon he had been in more than fifty matches against members of the new generation... and not one of them had ended in Faith's defeat. May 2012 Thrown out of Generation Supreme for his lack of sportsmanship and respect towards other members, reviled for his brutal attacks on Liberty, Johnson and Andrews and bereft of his North American title after losing to Davis Wayne Newton, Jay stepped up to try for... The Win. Faith weathered the storm and came back strong, nearly putting Jay down with a Reach Of Faith that sent the younger man scrambling for the outside. Regrouping by the timekeeper's area as Faith climbed through the ropes, Jay seemed to make up his mind as he grabbed the ring bell and smashed it into Faith's head as he dropped to the floor. Peter: The referee's seen more than enough! Duane: Jay seemed to think he'd bitten off more than he could chew... but after a shot like that, Faith might be the one in need of dental work. Then later that night, during Supreme Respect... Christian Faith crashed into Eddie Peak, sending the Bloody Handed God over the top rope, only for Peak to once again catch himself and avoid elimination. With Faith committed, though, he was unable to avoid the attack from Jay Chord, who grabbed the back of Faith's trunks and tipped him over the top rope. Elimination #20: Christian Faith Peter: No way! Duane: Listen to the crowd! They wanted Faith to win – and now I think we may be about to see a riot! Jay celebrated amidst a deafening chorus of jeers, turning a full circle in the ring, arms aloft. Sara: Does he think that he beat Faith? Jay was quick to provide an answer to that question. Jay Chord interrupted, calling for silence from the crowd – or, even better, their applause and cheers to recognise the crowning of the true number one star of the next generation. After all, Jay had lasted nearly an hour in Supreme Respect, and in doing so he knocked off old man Faith – in fact, Jay wanted people to acknowledge that he's scored... The Win. That alone should be good enough for a World title shot. Faith was more amused than anything. Faith: I fought your old man more than once, Jay. You’ve got his attitude, but you’ve got a long way to go before you have his skill. Jay: I know I’ll spend my life being compared to him, right up to the point where I surpass him and make my own legend. I don’t believe in wasting time. I want to make my own name in this business, have people think of me when they hear the name ‘Chord’, not my father. Knocking you off, old man, will be another step down the road. At the end of a brutal fight with Eddie Peak... Faith turned to look at the crowd around him, looking almost sheepish as they roared their support for the Supreme Legend. Sara: No matter what, win, lose or draw, Faith will always have the fans of the SWF on his side. Duane: A man like him, well, you can’t help but respect- Peter: Oh! Sara: Oh my God! Faith was flattened by an attack from behind, his attacker cracking him in the back of the skull with a chair, and delivering chairshot after chairshot after chairshot as Faith lay defenceless on the floor. Sara: What the... Who is that?! The attacker paused, scraping the hair back from his eyes... Sara: Jay Chord! That cowardly piece of trash! Throwing the chair aside, Jay hauled Faith off the ground so that he was kneeling, his head tucked under Jay’s arm. Sara: Oh no... Duane: Jay’s done this to more than one- Peter: DDT! Faith’s body twitched once, then lay still as Jay got to his feet, surrounded by referees and trainers rushing to check on the Supreme Legend. Sara: That arrogant, self-obsessed, twisted little bastard... And when the icon Sam Strong tried to reason with Jay... Strong: You, you, barely out of your rookie year... You think you can go after a man like Christian Faith? Boy, you have no idea what kind of trouble you're bringing down on yourself. Strong: Shame on you, boy. Just what were you thinking? Jay stared at the older man for a moment, his microphone raised part way, before he lowered it and turned away. Strong: Nothing to say? Fine, boy, then think of this: What would your father say? Jay span on his heel, crossing the ring to get right in Strong's face. Jay: When I was sixteen my father brought be a beer, sat me down, and said "Kid, this business is hell for anyone who doesn't know how to make it work. Sam Strong, that man knew how to make it work. Him and Tricky Dicky Eisen, they're tight as white on rice. Everyone else needs to do everything they can to get a sniff of a title shot. Him, he gets it handed to him. Me, I needed to go out and make an impact – not just once, but every. Single. Day." Jay stepped back. Jay: I'm making an impact. Every. Single. Day. He turned away again, but Sam grabbed him by the arm. Strong: Boy, we're not done. If you don't care what your father thinks, then at least think about what I- Jay spun around and booted Strong in the gut, doubling him over. He grabbed the older man by the head and held him in a headlock. Jay: ...and I guess this will be an even bigger impact... He looked down at Strong, who was struggling weakly in his grip. For a moment, an expression that in someone else might have looked like regret flickered across his face. And then he DDT'd Sam Strong in the middle of the ring. If the crowd's reaction to Sam Strong's arrival had been one of overwhelming joy, their reaction now was one of apoplectic fury as Chord got to his feet. He glanced down at Strong before picking up a microphone. Jay: In case it's not clear to you, Uncle Sam, I don't give the slightest, tiniest shit what anyone thinks of me But then, what example had Jay's father set him? Rip: Jay, you take down Faith, you take down Strong, all to make an impact, to put yourself on some sort of pedestal ahead of Supreme Challenge. Rip smiled. Rip: Why didn’t you say? I could have helped you. Jay smiled, his expression mirroring Rip’s as the two embraced in the middle of the ring, the fans roaring their displeasure as father and son laughed in the middle of the ring. Rip rounded on the fans. Rip: My own son, and you think I’d treat him any other way? As far as I’m concerned, every one of you should be made to pay twice for your tickets, once to see the SWF, and once to see us, turning this business upside down again, the way a Chord has done time and again. Jay: Taking down Uncle Sam just proved that I'm not going to stop at laying Faith out. I want to put him down, in the middle of this ring at Supreme Challenge. And with Dad at my side, you know that's going to happen... so long as Faith's man enough to accept my challenge. Man enough? Faith roared down the ramp atop his bike, bringing it skidding to a tail-swinging halt a few inches from the ring apron. He almost leapt from atop it, entering the ring and snatching up a microphone. Faith: Jay Chord, you get your ass down here now. Go ahead and bring your old man if you want to. Bring your Uncle Sam, bring your grandfather, bring whatever and whoever you want down to this ring right now and face me like a man, rather than coming at me from behind like a thief in the night. Faith seized Jay by the shirtfront and pulled him in close, quelling Rip with a glare that set him back on his heels, whatever he was about to say stopped on the tip of his tongue. Faith: Listen to me, boy. You want to make yourself famous? You want to take down a legend? You want to be the one who gets... The Win? Faith: Congratulations. You got your wish. You and me at Supreme Challenge, just like you wanted. For a moment, Jay looked pleased. Then Faith shook him hard, wiping the smile from his face. Faith: But don’t be mistaken, it’s bad news for you, Jay. For the last eighteen months I’ve been taking on this young guy, that young guy... Whoever wanted to step foot in the ring with me, I’ve fought. Not just fought, I’ve beaten every single one of them – including you. Faith: I’m not a gatekeeper, I’m not Father Time, waiting on the new generation to come in and take my place. Faith: I am Christian Faith. I am a warrior, a fighter, a five-time SWF World champion. I am the toughest man ever to walk between these ropes. I am the yardstick against which every other wrestler is measured – past, present or future. I am not ready to go gently into this good night, Jay. Faith: You, boy, you made me realise that not only do I still have it, not only am I still capable of beating anyone who stands across this ring from me, but you made me realise that the future is not in safe hands, not when people like you are a part of it. Faith: There’s been a lot of talk about respect, and experience, and tradition lately. A lot of good words turned bad by men with nothing in their hearts but greed and jealousy. I’m not like that, Jay. I want what’s best for this business, even long after I do hang up my boots. That doesn’t involve people like you being a part of it, not if I have any say in the matter. Faith: So, come Supreme Challenge, I’m going to take you to school, Jay. I’m going to teach you every single lesson about respect and not being an asshole that your father never taught you. A lifetime of learning in one match and, boy, it’s going to hurt. Faith: And then I’m going to stand in this ring and dare the next idiot who thinks like you to come at me, because when the time comes for me to leave, I don’t want men like you to come crawling out of the woodwork as soon as I go. I want you to know that men like you have no place here, that titles and matches will be won and lost not because of who skulks in the shadows and ambushes their opponent best, but because of who has the guts and the skill to get it done in the ring. That’s the only thing that matters, and I’m going to prove it because... Faith/Crowd: I HAVE FAITH!!! * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Announcer: Introducing first, accompanied by Rip Chord and weighing in tonight at 235 pounds... the self-proclaimed choice of the new generation, Jay Chord! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnuuYcqhzCE http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jay.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Rip.jpg Jay stepped out onto the ramp, his father at his side. Jay was sporting a t-shirt with a number of headshots on it, each with a red X across them: Liberty, Ricky Dale Johnson, Aaron Andrews, Sam Strong... and Christian Faith. Jay smirked as he stood at the top of the ramp, arms spread wide to let everyone take in the shirt as his father pointed at each headshot in turn. Duane: Listen to the fans! Jay’s about as popular as his father was at the first Supreme Challenge! Announcer: And his opponent... Crowd: Faith! Faith! Faith! Sara: I think the fans may have this... Announcer: ...weighing in tonight at 290 pounds... the Supreme Legend, Christian Faith! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDK9QqIzhwk http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Faith.jpg Faith roared out onto the stage atop a Harley Davidson. Pausing at the top of the ramp he raised a fist in salute to the fans, his eyes never leaving Jay as the younger man stood in the ring, his father massaging his shoulders. Faith’s bike roared, louder and louder, before it launched down the ramp, Faith glaring at the Chords all the way down. Sara: It’s clear that this is going to be a heated confrontation. Let’s go to the ring. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Name.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Faith.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jay.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/RipSmall.jpg Christian Faith vs. Jay Chord In the past, Faith has extended his hand as a sign of respect towards the new generation of Supreme competitors. Tonight he did something similar, knocking Jay almost out of his boots with a huge right hand before the echo of the bell had faded. Jay spun around on the spot and dropped to the mat. Faith covered, and for a moment it seemed that the match was over almost before it had begun, but with his father set to pull his hair out at ringside, Jay kicked out on two and two thirds. Duane: Good God almighty, I don't think Jay's even aware he kicked out. Peter: What a punch! Jay offered little resistance as Faith battered him from one corner of the ring to another, capping the assault with an almighty clothesline that sent the younger man crashing to the arena floor. Sara: Will the referee stop this? Duane: The fans might riot – they want to see Jay Chord suffer! Looking down at Jay, prone and motionless at ringside, Faith's expression remained blank. He looked out at the fans, acknowledging their pleased roars with a curt nod before following Jay to the outside. Peter: If Jay thought he was safe on the outside- Duane: I'm not sure Jay's had a coherent thought of any sort since this match began. Faith dragged Jay up onto his knees, snarling at Rip as the veteran came too close. Rip backed away, but it was a distraction that let Jay grab Faith's waistband and catapult him into the ring steps. Faith stumbled, before face faulting onto the floor as the steel steps collapsed before him. Jay, with his father's help, made it back into the ring as the referee began his count, but he only reached four before Faith was back in, limping slightly, but not obviously slower for the impact. Before his approach, Jay backed away, begging for a moment to compose himself. Faith responded by slapping his hand away and pulling Jay upright by his hair as Jay yelled in pain. Sara: Faith's passed his limit. I'm not sure I've ever seen the Supreme Legend this angry. Duane: Well, maybe Jay will have to be satisfied with pissing Faith off more than anyone else before him. As Faith held Jay at arm's length, seemingly considering what to do with him, Rip pulled himself up onto the apron, yelling at Faith and distracting the referee. As both men turned to Rip, Faith swatted him with his free arm, dropping Rip on his rear end. Seemingly deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, Rip dropped down from the apron and backed away from the ring, but with the referee still watching him, Jay took the opportunity to kick Faith square between the legs. Duane: That’ll buy the kid some time. With a shake of his head to clear it, Jay ran the ropes to hit Faith with a big dropkick, flattening the veteran. Chord followed up with an elbow drop and a knee drop, before turning Faith onto his front and applying a reverse chin lock. Peter: Jay needs to catch his breath, and this gives him the chance. With his head seemingly cleared, Jay pulled Faith onto his feet and punched him once, twice, three times, driving Faith down to one knee. Bouncing off the ropes, Jay kicked Faith in the chest, sending him crashing back to the mat. Keeping up the pressure, Jay leapt off the second rope with a diving elbow to Faith's head. Duane: Whether it's the DDT or piledriver, Jay needs to wear down Faith around the head and neck. Sara: The DDT he gave him a month ago won't have hurt at all. Peter: Faith seems to have recovered from that... but at his age, and with all the wear and tear he's taken, Jay has to know that one good shot could take him down. Faith sat up, yanking Jay to the mat by his leg. Peter: Of course, you need to land that shot... Faith dragged Jay upright and tossed him easily over the top rope. Duane: A little revenge from Supreme Respect for Faith. Faith climbed through the ropes, following Jay to the outside. He closed on the younger man, only for Rip to move between them, a look of reluctance on his face. Sara: A bad place for Rip to be right now, but what father wouldn't step in for his son? Before Rip and Faith could get into it, however, Jay grabbed his father and pulled him away. Jay shook his head, ignoring Rip as he met Faith's angry gaze. Peter: Well, Jay seems to feel he can do this himself. Rip stood aside and Faith approached Jay again, fire in his eyes as reached out for the younger man. Jay ducked inside Faith's reach, firing in one, two, three punches to his stomach and folding him over. Grabbing the back of Faith's head, Jay tried to run him into the ringpost, but Faith put on the brakes and Jay narrowly avoided the impact himself. However, as Faith came at him, Jay fired back with a side kick to the gut, and this time he was able to send Faith into the steel. With Faith down, Jay rolled into the ring and the referee began to count Faith out. Sara: He waited until Jay was in the ring to count. Peter: A draw does neither man any favours. Sara: Would a countout victory be enough for... the Win? Duane: For Jay Chord? You bet! As the referee reached seven, Faith began to stir, pulling himself up on the ring apron as the referee reached eight. As the referee counted nine, Faith pulled himself into the ring, and was immediately met by Jay, kicking and punching the Supreme Legend, trying to keep him down even as Faith tried to get to his feet. Duane: This may be Jay's only hope, just try and keep the pressure on Faith non-stop, and hope that his conditioning lets him last the distance. Sara: Jay was in Supreme Respect a long, long time. He's got great genetics. Faith eventually pushed Jay away, and rose slowly to his feet. One eye swollen, a trickle of blood running from his mouth, Faith seemed to be shaken by Jay's onslaught, and for the first time fell back as Jay charged at him. Faith seemed set to counter a clothesline into a sideslam, but Jay countered that into a crucifix, gaining a two count, and then rolling Faith into a small package that got a further two. Peter: It may seem too early to try for the pin, but Faith has to expend energy kicking out. Every little helps – this is all profit for Jay Chord. A third cradle attempt, though, was reversed by Faith for a close fall, and Jay quickly switched gears to boot Faith in the face, knocking him back down to the mat. Faith was up quickly, though, lunging at Jay almost before he had the chance to set himself for the attack. Jay had just enough time to try and lunge out of the way, but was clipped in the back of the head even so, sending him sprawling to the mat. When Faith leant in to try and pursue the advantage, however, Jay grabbed a handful of his hair and butted him on the bridge of his nose. Faith, stunned, dropped to his knees and left himself open to a quickfire DDT as Jay laid him out. Duane: Jay covers! One! Two! Peter: No! Faith got his shoulder up, and Jay grimaced as Faith shoved him away, still showing signs of fight. Sara: What else can Jay do? That was the patented Chord family DDT! Faith came up fighting, catching Jay's punches on his arms and firing off a wicked uppercut of his own that snapped Jay's head back. Grabbing Jay's arm he sent him flying into the corner, following with a short run up as the crowd roared. Duane: Leap of Faith! Jay staggered out of the corner, but somehow stayed upright. Faith regarded him with barely disguised loathing, his swollen eye doing little to hide his baleful glare. As Jay tried to right himself, Faith ran the ropes. Peter: Faith Hammer! Jay hit the deck, but like Faith before him, somehow bounced back upright almost immediately. Duane: The kid's got spirit! Peter: Or he's been hit so hard he doesn't know to stay down. Faith wound up again, charging at Jay, but somehow Jay twisted aside, evading a second Faith Hammer. As Faith pulled up short, Jay grabbed him around the waist and hurled him backwards with a huge overhead belly to back suplex. Sara: What strength! Peter: And Faith lands, once again, right on his head! As Faith tried to stand, Jay was there to meet him. Duane: DDT! Surely, surely... Faith, somehow, began to stir before Jay could even make the cover. In desperation, Jay looked to his father. Rip remained silent, but then clasped his hands around his wrists. Jay nodded. With Faith trying to stand once again, Jay stood over him, grabbing him around the waist and lifting him, upside down, into the air. Peter: Cradle Piledriver! Jay's own move! Faith lay, still, on the mat. Jay, after a couple of seconds to catch his breath, rolled on top, hauling one of Faith's legs over to help pin him down. Duane: One! Two... Three. Peter: Jay Chord wins... Jay Chord wins! Sara: Not entirely on his own, but- Peter: But nothing, Ana. Yes, he had a little help from Rup, but it wasn't critical to the outcome of the match. Besides, this is Christian Faith, the Supreme Legend. He's been in matches before with consummate cheats like Eric Eisen, Nemesis, Rich Money, Vengeance... and the greatest rulebreakers of all time, Sam Keith and Rip Chord. What Jay did tonight was nothing compared to what those two used to do to Christian Faith, and he'd come out on top as often as not. Make no mistake, tonight Jay Chord has beaten Christian Faith, after two years of effort on the part of the younger generation... and he absolutely deserved to. Winner: Jay Chord (A) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jay.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Faith.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Rip.jpg Peter: Well, there it is. Jay Chord claims... The Win. What now for the Supreme Legend? As Jay celebrated, Faith got slowly to his feet, holding his head. He headed for the ropes to leave, shoulders dropped, seemingly happy for the attention to remain on the winner. Rip: Christian, wait. Faith turned to see Rip walking up to him, hand outstretched. Rip: Big man, I just wanted to say- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UczKno92tPQ http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/SamStrong.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/VegasBlue.jpg Duane: Oh, here we go. Sam Strong marched down the aisle, saluting the fans as he made the long walk to the ring. Some way behind him Vegas Blue followed in his footsteps, Vixxens title secure around her waist. Strong climbed through the ropes, putting himself between Chord and Faith. Sam: No you don't, Rip. You and your punk boy have done enough tonight. He shoved Rip away as Jay watched on, momentarily distracted from his celebrations. Strong turned to Faith. Sam: Forget about them, I just wanted to say- Vegas Blue launched herself off the second turnbuckle, slamming the Vixxens title into the back of Faith's head, staggering him as Sam jumped back out of the way. Faith knelt, stunned, as Blue ran the ropes and threw herself at the Supreme Legend. Duane: Strong Arm Tactic! Faith dropped to one knee, trying to clear his head... ...as Sam ran the ropes and floored Faith with a Strong Arm Tactic of his own. Sara: What?!? Strong stood over their fallen victim. Vegas Blue stood by his side as Jay and Rip lined up on the other side of the Supreme Legend. Jay: Did you think you'd reached me, Faith? Did you think you'd, ha, did you think you'd struck a chord with me? Jay: I said it before, Christian. I learned how to make an impact from my father... and his best friend. Blue: So did I. Vegas Blue pulled off her mask, taking with it a thick wig. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/AliciaStrong_alt.jpg Sara: That's- Sara: -Alicia Strong. I should have guessed, how could I have not have guessed? Rip: Two generations of Chords. Alicia: Two generations of Strongs. Sam: The experience of the past... Jay: ...and the glory of the future. Jay and Alicia raised their hands, the Vixxens title gleaming in Alicia's hands, Jay's smile almost as bright as he looked down at Faith, the light in his eyes brighter still as he looked back up at his allies. Peter: So... who the hell is going to stop these guys? * Duane: We have one match left, but boy, is it a doozy. How do you call it – a year in the making? A generation in the making? Sara: This is the main event of the night, the biggest match of the biggest show of the year... And this one match may represent everything the Supreme Wrestling Federation stands for. Peter: Let's see how this came about, starting nineteen years ago... http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/McFly.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Matthew.jpg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj75Arhq5ho 1993 Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, making his SWF debut... Sean McFly! Michaels: We've heard big things about this young man... McFly's ascension up the ranks was astonishingly rapid. Inside a year, he was fighting the biggest names in the company – Keith, Chord, Bailey, Bruce... McFly didn't win them all, but he always fought 'til the last, giving his all against men years, even decades his senior. 1995 Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is tonight's main event! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SWF World Heavyweight title! McFly took the fight to the reigning World champion, Bruce the Giant. The announcers noted that Bruce had never been forced to submit, and there was no way that McFly could lift him for a DeLorean Driver, indeed an attempt to do so had cost McFly his earlier match with the giant. And yet... Duane: That's... That's... Peter: Call it what it is – the Stone Hold! The referee's checking Bruce's hand... It drops once... Twice... Duane: Three times! It's over! McFly wins! McFly wins! McFly wins! Peter: We have a new World champion, the youngest ever champion! At the age of just twenty-one, Sean McFly is the new World champion! 1998 The bitter rivalry between McFly and Sam Keith comes to an end in October as Keith emerges victorious in a cage match, winning his third World title. As McFly lies in the middle of the ring, Keith celebrates his title win with his family, including his nine year old twin boys, Matt and Greg. 1998-2005 The SWF has come to terms on the release of Sean McFly. We would like to take this opportunity to wish Sean the very best in his future endeavours. -swf.com With McFly departed, from October 1998 to January 2005 there was just one month in which the World title didn't lie with either Sam Keith or Christian Faith. As the tape played out, the two men visibly aged, Keith going from seasoned veteran to near middle age, Faith passing out of his prime years into veteran status. 2005-2009 Their successors lined up – Runaway Train, Steve Frehley, Jack Bruce, Vengeance, Eric Eisen... None of them quite represented the supreme package that Keith, Faith and McFly had brought to the ring, for all that each clearly had their considerable strengths. 2010 Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and new SWF World Heavyweight champion... Rich Money! For the first time in half a decade, the SWF was ruled over by a champion who drew the same reactions as his legendary trio of predecessors. In-ring, on the mic, in psychological combat with his peers, Money was the supreme package. And then... 2011 A lone figure stepped out from backstage, a red and white hooded tracksuit top obscuring his face from view. The newcomer walked to the edge of the stage. He stared down the aisle and locked eyes with the confused World champion. He raised his hands to the hood of his top, before pushing it back to reveal his face. The arena fell completely silent for a moment... ...and then the crowd went absolutely crazy. DeColt: ...Sean McFly! Sara: It’s him! It’s really him! Ana: And Rich Money looks like he’s seen a ghost! Duane: Who can blame him! Sean McFly... Back where it all began! Money wanted a challenge – and he’s got it! McFly's impact was immediate, raising the bar for challengers to Money's World title. While he was unsuccessful in his own attempts, Tom Gilmore would unseat Money at Supreme Challenge 31, while McFly resumed hostilities with Sam Keith on the same show over the future of Davis Wayne Newton, McFly's student, who'd fallen in with Keith's protégés, including his sons, Greg and Matt, relative newcomers to the SWF who'd struggled under masks before asserting their own identities and earning plaudits for their strong showings, if not their results. The night after Supreme Challenge... Greg Gauge: So, who is Generation Supreme? Matt Gauge: We are. Newton: What is Generation Supreme? Spade: A recognition that the best young talent in the world exists right here... Black: ...and we’re ready to ascend to the top of the ladder. Spade: In one year’s time, in the main event of Supreme Challenge XXXII, one of us will win the SWF World title – or you can judge each and every one of us as a failure. The paths of Sean McFly and Matthew Gauge would cross several times over the following weeks as McFly and Sam Keith would continue to battle, with their students drawn into the fight. Along the way, Rich Money chose Gauge as his partner in a high profile tag match against Gilmore and McFly, stating that the young man belonged in that company. But as Team Gauge chased – and captured – the tag titles, and McFly was drawn into a battle with the Inner Circle, their paths separated... ...and other members of Generation Supreme seemed primed to take the headline spot; Primus Allen, Jay Chord, Edd Stone, even Matthew's own brother Greg, who won the Call of Destiny match to earn himself a title shot any time, any place. Matthew and McFly were some way away from headlining Supreme Challenge against one another... 2012 ...until May, at the Master of Puppets pay-per-view as McFly took down Chris Morrisette to win his third SWF World title after a fourteen year break, and Matthew Gauge, fresh off losing the tag team titles, came almost from nowhere to win Supreme Respect, putting the two men on a collision course for the Supreme Challenge main event. McFly: If I could beat Chris Morrisette, I truly believe I can beat anyone in the SWF – Money, Gilmore, James, Bruce, Eisen... Gauge. Matthew: I didn't hope I could win... but I always thought that I might, if the cards fell in my favour. I had a good draw, I had my brother by my side, and I had luck as well – but show me any winner who doesn't have luck on his side. The two men warily circled one another, aware that there were questions over Matthew's pedigree, which he aimed to answer by facing Tom Gilmore, and over whether McFly would retain his shot when he faced Morrisette in the rematch. At Times of Trouble... Back in the ring Gilmore managed to break Gauge's momentum with a hard headbutt. He tried for Anger Management, only for Gauge to elbow free. Ducking under a clothesline from Gilmore, Gauge retaliated with a kick to the gut, grabbing him and delivering a whip-quick side slam. Duane: That's the Depth Gauge! Gauge quickly covered, rolling Gilmore up with both legs hooked as the referee dropped to the mat counting once, twice, three times. Sara: Gauge wins! Duane: And he did it with a move he developed himself. Sam Keith didn't teach him that. Peter: All credit to Tom Gilmore, he gave his all and not for the first time tonight, this match could have gone either way. Duane: Gilmore can look back on this match and know he gave his all, but right now there's no faster rising star in the SWF than the winner of Supreme Respect, the headline act at Supreme Challenge, and maybe the future SWF World champion... Matthew Gauge! ...while in the main event... Morrisette swung at McFly as he pulled himself free, clipping the side of McFly's head and sending him stumbling into the ropes. As McFly rebounded, Morrisette hauled him in for a Lobster Trap, but as he lifted McFly up, the American Tiger broke free and floated over, spinning Morrisette around and snatching him up before Morrisette had the chance to react, planting him with the DeLorean Driver. Peter: There it is! McFly covered, hooking Morrisette's leg, but it was a needless measure as Morrisette made no effort to kick out, the referee hitting the mat once, twice, three times to give the win to the defending champion. Duane: McFly wins! The champion retains! As McFly accepted the World title from the referee, Matthew Gauge appeared at the top of the ramp, staring silently at his opponent. Duane: Four weeks. That's all that's left until we find out for sure whether the time of Generation Supreme has come, or if the unstoppable youth movement is about to meet an immovable object! With the match set, a contract needed to be signed... McFly: You have everything you need to become one of the all-time greats in this sport. I’m not one of those people who’s going to beat you down for being ahead of yourself, just don’t mistake that for weakness. McFly: This- He slapped the faceplate of the World title. McFly: -defines who you are. The top of the pile, head of the class, alone and in front, the man with the target on his back... the best in the world. Matthew: I don't intimidate, McFly. My father left a hell of a benchmark for my brother and me. To even think about following him into the business, imagine how big our self-belief must have been. Matthew: The title you hold is important to you. I get that. It marks you as the best of the best. I get that, too. Now imagine what it means for me. Matthew: To stand alone, Matthew Gauge, no-one's son, no-one's brother, my own man. Beating you is another challenge, maybe my biggest ever, but look at my history – nothing has been beyond me. Matthew: You're the best in the world? Fine. That title says so, and no-one can dispute it. Not until you and I are stood in the ring together in two week's time. Then, when the bell rings... That's when we'll see who deserves to hold that title, and who deserves to be called the best. And while the contract signing somehow went down peacefully, McFly’s commentary on a Team Gauge tag match turned out less so... Matthew climbed out of the ring as soon as Greg got to his feet. Crossing to the announcers' table, he leaned on it, looming over the seated champion. McFly: Well? What about it? I'm right h- Matthew slapped McFly across the face, knocking his headset onto the floor. McFly was straight out of his seat, though, tackling Matthew and sending him to the mat. The two scuffled on the ground for a few moments before Greg came out and pulled them apart. Matthew pushed past his brother and he and McFly started brawling again, with Matthew pitching the World champion into the crowd barrier, but McFly moving out of the way before he could be flattened against it. Matthew instead slammed into the barrier, and as he tried to catch his breath, McFly swept his legs out from under him. ...and when Greg Gauge faced McFly... Trying for a Neutron Plex, he left himself open to an instinctive McFly counter. Shaking his head, Greg tried instead for an Ofey Correction, but McFly dropped to the mat to counter that. Greg immediately transitioned into a Proton Lock, only for McFly to roll clear and out to ringside. Snarling, Greg tried to follow only for the referee to back him off. That, however, meant that Matthew had a clear run to charge McFly and drive him head first into the ringpost. He quickly rolled McFly back into the ring, and before the referee had a chance to catch the interference – and with Newton charging around the ring, but too late to stop anything – Greg blasted McFly with an Ofey Correction to score the three. Peter: Incredible! Duane: Greg gets the win, and Matthew fires a shot across McFly's bows! Matthew joined his brother in the ring, only for McFly to climb to his feet and dropkick Matthew square in the back of the head, kicking off a wild brawl, Matthew and McFly tearing into one another, while backstage officials charged the ring to try and break things up. Matthew: By becoming the World champion, the best in the business will come after me. I'll be able to name my own opponents, and the ones I pick will be the very best to push me to the limit and beyond. Matthew: And it all starts with Sean McFly. McFly: Matthew Gauge is dangerous. He could do anything on Friday night, because he hasn't learned where his limits are. I know that better than anyone, and I know he's going to push me to the very edge of mine. Can I beat him? McFly: Yes, I can. * Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is tonight’s main event! It is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SWF World Heavyweight title. Announcer: Introducing first, the challenger and 2012 Supreme Respect winner, weighing in tonight at 255 pounds... Matthew Gauge! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAjR4_CbPpQ http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Matthew.jpg Announcer: And his opponent, the reigning and three-time SWF World Heavyweight champion, weighing in tonight at 255 pounds... the American Tiger, Sean McFly! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btPJPFnesV4 http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/McFly.jpg Duane: One year ago we saw the World champion face off with his most hated rival. Last night we saw a bloody war between two sides with completely opposed outlooks on life. This match isn’t that; This isn’t about hatred, this isn’t about who thinks what and who’s right. This is about ten pounds of gold, and all that means. Sara: That’s not to say that Sean McFly and Matthew Gauge like each other, far from it! But we can expect to see a tactical and technical masterclass fought between the man who was once the youngest World champion of all time, and the man who has to be considered right now to be the best that Generation Supreme have to offer. Peter: It’s more than fifteen years since Sean McFly turned limitless potential into incredible fact. In that time, he’s lifted titles here and in Canada. In that time Matthew Gauge has grown from a boy to a young man. His mentors include Sam Keith, Remo and Rich Money, and the challenger may be the best young wrestler in the world. Duane: Two months ago he won the Supreme Respect battle royal to book his place in tonight’s match. One month ago he beat Tom Gilmore to prove that victory wasn’t a fluke. Matthew Gauge belongs in the main event, he deserves to be fighting for the World title. Will that be enough to actually defeat Sean McFly? Let’s find out. * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/ZSWF_World.jpg SWF World Title http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/McFly.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/-vs.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Matthew.jpg Sean McFly © vs. Matthew Gauge As the bell rang McFly and Matthew closed in. Neither man gave anything away as they glared at one another. Eventually McFly held out a hand. Matthew took it, shook once, and then shoved it away. Duane: Probably the last time we’ll see the symbol of respect from Generation Supreme and those who’ve chosen to support them. Peter: Wait... Something’s happening backstage. Sara: What? http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/DWN.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Edd.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Glenn.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Spade.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/AMM.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Montero.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Heroe.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/AFF.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Randy.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Deeley.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Zimmy.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Black.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/KirkJameson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/JaredJohnson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hernandez.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Parker.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Devine.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Bali.jpg Peter: It seems like Matthew’s going to have some friends watching the match. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Reed.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/DuaneStone.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/MrEricTyler.jpg Sara: Some of these guys may be on McFly’s side. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/EricEisen.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/EmmaChase.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/BigCatBrandon.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Primus.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/MaratKhoklov.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Hawkins.jpg Duane: Some of them are just here as a statement of intent. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Greed.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Peak.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Morrisette.jpg Peter: Some may just be lining up their next target. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Bruce.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Tornado.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Jackson.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Prudence.jpg Sara: Some just want to see if a new champion is crowned. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Gilmore.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Money.jpg http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Keith.jpg Duane: And some just have a vested interest in this match and who wins it. The new arrivals lined up behind Newton, Glenn, Black, Deeley and the Wolfsons at the bottom of the ramp. Sara: I think that they all just want to be here if and when history is made. Peter: And why not? This match is a generation in the making. Will Generation Supreme prove themselves? Will the present generation hold back the revolution – if only for one more night? Both men remained focused as the match began in earnest. The early minutes comprised a feeling out process, McFly seemingly looking to see where Matthew differed from his brother, Gauge trying to find whatever weaknesses his father might have shared with him. It was a fairly even opening, but twice Matthew was able to break McFly's holds, giving him the advantage. Peter: McFly's moves are well known, and think about who Matthew's mentors have been! He's got the champion well scouted. But McFly is no slouch, and sucked Matthew into over-committing himself on a suplex counter, before trapping his arms and headbutting him square between the eyes. Matthew reeled away, clutching his nose, but leaving himself open to McFly's continued assault. McFly was remorseless, firing in jabs aimed at Matthew's face that kept him on the back foot, unable to fight back. Unable to gain traction, Matthew was backed into corner, and when he realised, had to fight frantically to stop McFly slamming his head into the ringpost. Duane: McFly's not showing any mercy tonight. Sara: He knows how dangerous Matthew Gauge can be. He's not about to underestimate him. Matthew was just barely able to escape, and found space to nail McFly with an enziguiri, before following up with a series of kicks to McFly's head and shoulder. Duane: That could take the DeLorean Driver out of the equation. But the champion was in no mood to take a beating from his opponent, and quickly made his way back on the offence, keeping Matthew on the back foot as he tried to counter McFly's relentless offence. While Matthew scored with a few strikes, they barely seemed to slow McFly, and a big boot from the champion further hurt the challenger, drawing blood from his nose. Peter: First blood to McFly, and so far you have to say that the veteran is ahead on points. Duane: It's likely to be a long match, Peter... But McFly is no slouch. A wound like that is a bloody red bullseye for him. With McFly in control, it was clear that it would take Matthew something special to breach his defences. Fortunately for him, he had something just like that ready, feinting high and then going low with a clothesline, knocking the wind out of McFly and leaving him open. Riding a rush of adrenaline, Jameson attacked with gusto, laying into the champion and not giving him a moment to rest as he fired off a string of suplex variations. Duane: The repeated impacts hurt, but the inversions that come with each suplex can really leave the victim's head spinning. McFly was fully on the defensive, with Matthew showing himself to be as capable as his father ever had been in putting the hurt on the American Tiger. Peter: Each move that Matthew is hitting is a calculated risk – diving off the second rope, leaving McFly on the mat to run the ropes for an elbow drop. Each time, he take a chance that McFly will counter or escape, but it's almost two minutes now, and Matthew's been on offence the whole time. Each time he take a chance, it pays off. Duane: You're right, Peter. The virtue of experience is learning from your mistakes, but so far tonight, I'm not sure that Matthew Gauge has made any. Still, while Matthew clearly had his opponent scouted, so had McFly been studying the younger man, and the American Tiger was able to find a counter at last to Jameson's attacks, stymieing him briefly. Before he was able to capitalise, however, Matthew simply punched him in the face. Peter: When all else fails, go back to basics. McFly fell back, dropping to the outside to try and disrupt Matthew's momentum. The challenger, however, followed close behind, dropkicking McFly in the back and sending him crashing into crowd barrier. As McFly tried to right himself, Matthew followed in with a clothesline that took both men over the crowd barrier and into the front row of fans. Sara: An added bonus for those fans – they get to see this incredible match, up close and personal! With the referee counting slowly, neither man was rushing to get back in the ring. Kicking and punching, they scuffled within the front row, before McFly tackled Gauge, sending him crashing into a row of vacated chairs. Duane: No nonsense from McFly; Hitting those chairs will have hurt Matthew, and there's no cost to McFly. The champion made his way back into the ring, waiting for Matthew to follow, which the younger man did fairly slowly. McFly went straight after Matthew's injuries again but, perhaps energised by the danger, Matthew was able to counter each move in turn, before flooring McFly with a clothesline. For the next several minutes the two men fought hard, both giving and taking punishment as the advantage see-sawed back and forth, neither man able to hold it for long. McFly got in a couple of shots at Matthew's face, but the younger man countered with a dead-on shot to McFly's right shoulder, numbing his arm and leaving him vulnerable, only for McFly to shove him away with his left arm, sending him into the corner. McFly didn't let up, following him in with a flying splash. Duane: Leap Of Faith! McFly borrows from the best! Peter: And another! Matthew Gauge can't have expected that! Matthew sagged in the corner as McFly was backed away by the referee, only for the champion to sidestep the referee and grab the challenger around the waist, hauling him up and over in a belly to back suplex, despite Matthew's best efforts to hold on. Covering quickly, McFly got two, and shook his head in surprise as Matthew rolled out of his reach. Duane: McFly thought he had it, but Matthew Gauge is resilient. Matthew found himself back in the corner, and the camera picked up that the turnbuckle cover had been damaged, and was hanging loose. As McFly charged in again, Matthew sidestepped, and McFly slammed into the exposed steel, to groans from the Supreme fans. Sara: McFly twisted away at the last second, but he still hit hard – he just caught it on his arm instead. Peter: The right arm, the same one Matthew has been going after whenever he's had a chance. Doubled over in pain, clasping his right arm, McFly was left open to a bulldog that got the challenger a two count. As McFly rolled onto his front and tried to push himself upright, his arm folded under him. Matthew went after it without hesitation, laying kicks and punches to wear McFly down still further, before applying a figure four armlock. Sara: A move we don't see much of, but with McFly's arm in the condition it's in, it makes sense. Duane: It's not Matthew's preferred submission hold, but he's smart enough to know that the Proton Lock wouldn't hurt McFly's arm too much. Sara: McFly is suffering! He needs to make the ropes and force the break. But whether because Gauge was using a move he was less familiar with, or because McFly is McFly, the champion was able to worm his way out of the move. Making his way upright, he beckoned Matthew on, and the younger man charged at him. Ducking under the tackle attempt, McFly spun in place and kicked Matthew in the gut as he turned. Before Matthew had a chance to react, McFly lifted him overhead with a roar of effort. Peter: DeLorean Driver! Even with a bad arm, he still had it in him to score with his biggest and best move. It took McFly's several long seconds to make the cover, and when he did he was only able to partly hold Matthew's leg with his bad arm. It wasn't enough, with Matthew just barely able to get his shoulder up before three. Sara: So close! McFly didn't pause, punching Matthew in the face one, twice, a third time, a fourth, a fifth, each punch delivered with his left arm, but seeming to hurt Matthew even so. Hauling Matthew off the mat with his good arm, McFly backhanded him across the face, catching the swollen eye and sending a spatter of blood across the mat. Duane: McFly wants this finished, and right now he wants Matthew Gauge to understand who the champion is as well! With Matthew reeling, McFly closed in, setting him up for another DeLorean Driver. Peter: This is it! But at the last second Matthew twisted, breaking the grip of McFly's right hand and dropping behind him to the mat. Duane: McFly couldn't hold him! As McFly turned, Matthew sprang forward, catching him around the chest and lifting him into the air. Peter: Depth Gauge! The champ is down! Gauge planted himself square on McFly's shoulders, pinning down both arms as he hooked a leg. The referee hit the mat and began his count. Sara: One! Peter: Two! Duane: Three! The crowd erupted, drowning out the commentators as they roared. Duane: J--- i-----ble! Peter: -m---ng! Sara: ---t - ---ch! Winner: Matthew Gauge (A) * http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Matthew.jpg Matthew knelt in the centre of the ring, exhausted and seemingly in shock. Above him confetti began to rain down from the roof of the stadium as the referee walked over with the World title in hands, placing it in Matthew’s hands. Duane: It’s real! Matthew stared at the belt for a long, long moment seemingly oblivious to the spiralling confetti, to his pulsing music which was all but drowned out by the roaring crowd. Peter: The timekeeper tells me that this match came in at a shade under twenty-eight minutes. No wonder that Matthew Gauge is seemingly unable to stand – almost half an hour in the ring with Sean McFly is an incredible feat in itself, let alone defeating him at the end of that! http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/McFly.jpg On shaky legs Sean McFly approached his vanquisher slowly, hands unclenched by his side. He extended a hand to Matthew, who stared at it blankly for a moment before reaching up to take it. McFly pulled the new champion upright and into a big, back-slapping hug. Sara: A big sign of respect from the former champion. Duane: Make no mistake, Sean McFly will hold that title again one day. A wrestler that good can’t be denied. http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Money.jpghttp://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Gilmore.jpg Entering the ring at the same time, Tom Gilmore and Rich Money joined McFly in congratulating the new champion, with Money beaming proudly at him and pumping his hand. Gilmore helped him stand as his legs shook, and then without a word he and Money lifted Matthew onto their shoulders as he clutched the World title close. Duane: From these veterans, a huge sign of respect! Matthew lifted the World title over his head, drawing a somehow still louder reaction from the fans in attendance, as- http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Morrisette.jpg -Chris Morrisette entered the ring, his expression sour as he looked up at the new champion... but as he caught Matthew’s eye he only nodded once, acknowledging his achievement. Peter: Morrisette’s not out to spoil this party, not tonight. Morrisette stepped back as Matthew’s Generation Supreme colleagues began to make their way down the aisle and into the ring, shaking his hand and slapping his back. Sara: KC Glenn, Davis Wayne Newton, Spencer Spade... Young men with big futures, but right now, just basking in the success of their friend. In amidst the celebrations, those still watching on the outside began to drift away, leaving the new World champion to continue his celebrations. First to leave was Sam Keith, who had turned on his heel and strode up the ramp within seconds of the bell ringing. Duane: There's someone missing, though. Peter: Who? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4eccPBFEjE http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/GregGauge.jpg Duane: Him. Greg walked out onto the stage alone, North American title around his waist... and Call of Destiny briefcase in his hand. Sara: Uh... Greg marched down the aisle, the crowd parting before him as he followed a straight line down the ramp and into the ring. As in the aisle, those within the ring made away for him, leaving him standing before his brother, briefcase in hand. Sara: Surely not... Peter: Why not? This would be a stroke of genius on Greg's part! Greg took hold of the briefcase in both hands, staring his brother down as Matthew, exhausted, looked back at him. Peter: Come on, come on... And then Greg handed the briefcase off to Glenn, before pulling his brother into a big, back-slapping hug, the two brothers, champions both, beaming and laughing as they embraced. Sara: You're a bad man, Peter Michaels. Peter: Greg may live to regret this. He may never have a better chance to become World champion. Duane: Right now... Greg and Matthew stood hand in hand, arms aloft, World and North American titles held high over their heads. Duane: ...I don’t think he gives a damn. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us, both last night and tonight. We've seen new Tag Team champions, a new Shooting Star champion, a new Vixxens champion, a new North American champion... and as you've just seen, a new World champion. Peter: And as if that wasn't enough, the retirement of Sam Keith as well as the brutal, bloody chaos of War Games. We hope you've enjoyed the show, and you'll join us again next Tuesday night, because a new Supreme year begins, and even with almost a complete new lineup of champions... The camera cut to Sean McFly, standing next to Suzanne Brazzle and Davis Wayne Newton. Peter: ...we have a lot left to try and resolve. Duane: Thank you all, and on behalf of the veterans, the Vixxens, and tonight perhaps most of all, on behalf of Generation Supreme, we thank you for joining us! <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]-->Overall: A http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q81/jamescasey_photos/SWF/Z_SWF.jpg <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id=ieooui></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> OOC: 5 years and change, and we're done with the story of Generation Supreme. I think I'm going to go learn the piano now, or something, anything, other than writing about wrestling for a while... ...I think I remember how to do that, anyway. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SWF Fan Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 That was Supreme. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Roguey Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 That was Supreme. Echoing this. It's been one hell of a ride JC, glad to have been here for it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smwilliams Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 Bra-vo! A masterpiece of writing if there ever was one. The Fly Boys underdog run, the whole Chord vs Faith match, and of course the final bout, it was a master class. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rickymex Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 Same as above. No reason to overstate. Thanks for the ride. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hashasheen Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 Goddamn. I think I called Vegas Blue being Alicia (I think the lack of any references otherwise made me suspicious), but I hadn't called Strong/Chord at all. That, plus the lack of a Gauge cash-in I think were the two biggest surprises for me a "fan". The Fly Boys victory might be a distant third. Have to say, I love a lot of the running threads you've made during these past five years of booking, especially within Generation Supreme. It's too early to ask, IMO, but an epilogue from the character perspective and a a quick write up of "fallout" from this show would be a fitting final touch from you personally. I could almost see the character handing in his resignation after this, burnt out from booking near-perfection. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TakerNGN74 Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 Great Stuff man, thanks for all of your hard work on this brilliant project! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bigpapa42 Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 Helluva ride. Glad I got to follow along and someday, I'll have to re-read the whole thing. Enjoyed it immensely. Thanks JC. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NoNeck Posted June 11, 2015 Share Posted June 11, 2015 Supreme show; epic diary. Anyone can start a project, but to see something of this scope carried out to its end is an achievement few attain. Congrats, JC. If you have as much success with the piano as you did with this, I'll be on the lookout for your album in about five years. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rayelek Posted June 12, 2015 Share Posted June 12, 2015 Awesome ride, JC. Never would've guessed Alicia as Vegas Blue in a million years. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kitarzu Posted June 17, 2015 Share Posted June 17, 2015 I'm curious about the fallout of The Supreme Challenge and the next months, especially with the Keith family, Faith, Nemesis, Jay Chord, Gilmore and Money. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mezomi Posted June 18, 2015 Share Posted June 18, 2015 I wish I was able to follow this earlier but I didn't know how to enable pictures . That final show seemed fantastic! You should post the save. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phantom Stranger Posted June 18, 2015 Share Posted June 18, 2015 Very nice. Sam needs a hell of an explanation promo in his next appearance, if only to explain why being laid out by Jay was part of the plan - that moment didn't set up the rest of the battle - but - very nice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
James Casey Posted June 21, 2015 Author Share Posted June 21, 2015 That was Supreme. Thank you! Echoing this. It's been one hell of a ride JC, glad to have been here for it. It has. I can't put into words how pleased I am to have finished Bra-vo! A masterpiece of writing if there ever was one. The Fly Boys underdog run, the whole Chord vs Faith match, and of course the final bout, it was a master class. Same as above. No reason to overstate. Thanks for the ride. Thank you both. I'm glad it all came together in the end. Goddamn. I think I called Vegas Blue being Alicia (I think the lack of any references otherwise made me suspicious), but I hadn't called Strong/Chord at all. That, plus the lack of a Gauge cash-in I think were the two biggest surprises for me a "fan". The Fly Boys victory might be a distant third. Have to say, I love a lot of the running threads you've made during these past five years of booking, especially within Generation Supreme. It's too early to ask, IMO, but an epilogue from the character perspective and a a quick write up of "fallout" from this show would be a fitting final touch from you personally. I could almost see the character handing in his resignation after this, burnt out from booking near-perfection. I considered resigning, in story, but I have other ideas - too many ideas for the following year to let someone else take over my company! Great Stuff man, thanks for all of your hard work on this brilliant project! Glad you enjoyed it! Helluva ride. Glad I got to follow along and someday, I'll have to re-read the whole thing. Enjoyed it immensely. Thanks JC. The whole thing? Well, good luck. It took me a while to find my feet, but I suppose that's often the case. Supreme show; epic diary. Anyone can start a project, but to see something of this scope carried out to its end is an achievement few attain. Congrats, JC. If you have as much success with the piano as you did with this, I'll be on the lookout for your album in about five years. Ha! Thanks, NoNeck. I'm cleansing my pallette by reading some of the great diaries I've fallen behind on, but I've been looking into piano lessons online to start with, so we'll see how that goes. Awesome ride, JC. Never would've guessed Alicia as Vegas Blue in a million years. Yeah, I lied a bit there - or at least, by omission. When Sam retired, Alicia didn't take over at USPW as I may have suggested earlier in the diary. Mind, that was so long ago in real life, that turned out to be pretty much irrelevant. Alicia being under the mask was never hinted at, although, of course, in the CVerse it would have been obvious enough! Sam retires, Alicia disappears from USPW, and a week later a masked blonde woman shows up in the SWF. I could have just called her Muffin and been done with it... I'm curious about the fallout of The Supreme Challenge and the next months, especially with the Keith family, Faith, Nemesis, Jay Chord, Gilmore and Money. I'll get to that... I wish I was able to follow this earlier but I didn't know how to enable pictures . That final show seemed fantastic! You should post the save. I've toyed with it. Does anyone play 2010 anymore? I never made the switch, and it's almost 3 years since 2013 was released, I think. Glad you enjoyed the show! Very nice. Sam needs a hell of an explanation promo in his next appearance, if only to explain why being laid out by Jay was part of the plan - that moment didn't set up the rest of the battle - but - very nice. I touched on this a few shows back but, again, a long time ago in real life; Jay is very good at hitting the DDT. When he planted Liberty/RDJ/Andrews, it was for maximum impact - three DDTs, three retirements. DDTing Faith was something he did carefully, so that Faith would be hurt but not crippled. DDTing Sam? Carefully and without malice. Still, it got Faith riled up, and left him open to the ambush later on. With hindsight, I'd have liked to run a segment with Faith and Strong pre-Challenge, but it's just one of those things that got missed out in the months of planning and, sometimes, weeks between shows. * Anyway, just to say that there's another post or two coming to cover what'd happen over the following year in the SWF, through to SC33. There won't be a huge amount of detail - a few paragraphs per month, maybe, but it'll go into some detail about the Gauges, Sam Keith, Money and Gilmore, Big Cat, the Inner Circle and the DaVE title, the Crucible... All the stuff that'd be on the following week's Supreme TV and for the next 47 weeks as well. If anyone wants to see any characters covered specifically, let me know, and if they're not a part of the plans, I'll try and make sure they get covered. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Roguey Posted June 21, 2015 Share Posted June 21, 2015 Alicia being under the mask was never hinted at, although, of course, in the CVerse it would have been obvious enough! Sam retires, Alicia disappears from USPW, and a week later a masked blonde woman shows up in the SWF. I could have just called her Muffin and been done with it... Only if Darryl Devine became hopelessly devoted to her for a period of time! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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