Supreme Wrestling Federation presents: Supreme TV
Duane Fry – Ana Garcia – Jerry Eisen
Duane: Good evening everyone and welcome to Supreme TV. I’m Duane Fry, and with me as always are Ana Garcia and Jerry Eisen. Let’s take you down to the ring where we’re ready for out first match!
Chris Morrisette vs. Steven Parker
In the night’s opening contest one of the cornerstones of the SWF took on one of the up-and-coming members of the roster. Morrisette was pushed hard by Parker, but came out on top after around ten minutes with a Lobster Trap.
Winner: Chris Morrisette (B)
Morrisette picked up a mic and called out Steve Frehley. The Dark Destroyer appeared after a few moments, not looking happy about being summoned by Morrisette.
Morrisette: Last week you hurt my team-mate, and then your buddies hurt him some more. This company only works one way, so I’m calling you out.
Frehley: Fine. We’ll fight Thursday – but they’re no friends of mine. I’m looking out for me, so I won’t complain if people want to jump in and fight my fights for me, but I don’t ask for it. I fight my own fights, and do it well. Anyone who gets in my way gets taken out – and your buddy Marlowe thought different. Bet he doesn’t now, does he?
Frehley: No. And don’t think any different, shrimp boy. There’s a world of pain waiting for you on Thursday night. Make it easy on yourself, and it might not hurt too much.
Ana: I can’t remember such a complete 180 degree turn in attitude as we’re seeing from Steve Frehley right now.
Duane: He spent too long worrying about other people. Now other people have to worry about him.
Eddie Cornell vs. Steve Frehley
Frehley was fired up, clearly out to make an impression ahead of the upcoming match. Cornell, meanwhile, still hasn’t learnt when to stop talking, and start doing. He tried to psyche out Frehley, but the Dark Destroyer responded by annihilating Cornell with a series of crushing power blows, followed by a Frehley’s Comet for the dominating victory.
Winner: Steve Frehley (C+)
Jack Bruce was lounging in his locker room, picking idly at a bass guitar.
Bruce: Me and Money have got a long history – it goes without saying.
Bruce: Me and Tornado, well, there’s more of a history there. The music, the shows, the fans, the girls... We wanted the same things, but only one of us was going to break out. I got the fame and success... Well, I guess he’s bitter about that. I can understand that, but he didn’t do too bad out of the deal. Now he wants everything... Well, we’ll see about that.
Bruce: As for Sean McFly...
He set his guitar to one side, and ran his fingers through his hair.
Bruce: Him and me, we’re near enough the same age. When I started, well, I was more rock star than fighter. I took a long time to make my mark, especially because I kept getting fights where promoters used my name to bring in crowds... and put me against the toughest guys on the show. I learned quick, but it was a painful procedure.
Bruce: McFly, though, he started at the top and found a way to raise the bar higher than almost anyone else – McFly, Strong, Doom... They exist in a whole separate category from everyone else. They changed the business, and as I scrapped from the bottom to the top, I dreamed about fighting McFly. Well, I’ve been in the same ring as him now, and on Thursday we’ll both be going for the World title, but even if neither of us walk out the champion...
Bruce: Sean McFly vs. Jack Bruce: That right there would be...
He smiled even more broadly.
Bruce: Damn right.
Big Time were in the Crippler position with Katie Cameron pacing back and forth before them, apparently oblivious to the watching camera.
Cameron: Five-time champions? Six-times tonight – and the Gauge twins lose their advantage when they take on a team with your experience, so they’ll be easy to take out on Thursday.
She stopped, and looked at her clients, who returned the gaze evenly.
Cameron: Now listen, you boys are serious competitors. You don’t need the stupid gimmicks like the Wolfsons, but you’re not boring like Northern Exposure or Morrisette and Marlowe, so you can carry a normal match like the one we have tonight. Now, go out there and win – and I’ll keep an eye on Emma Chase!
Big Time vs. Wall of Muscle (c) for the SWF World Tag Team titles
The most experienced team in the company took on one of the newest here, but Wall of Muscle have quickly gained a lot of experience in winning and defending the tag titles – and in acting as Brandon James’ enforcers, where necessary. Big Time’s experience advantage therefore failed to serve as much to their benefit as might otherwise have been the case. It served to counter-balance the strength advantage of Runaway Train, and the callow youth of Swoop, but couldn’t overturn them sufficiently to allow them to control the match. The even-sided tussle continued, with even the two sides’ cheating being even.
In the end, it came down to the ingenuity of the managers – and there Wall of Muscle had the advantage, with Emma Chase being quite without peer when it comes to aiding her teams. After a one-sided slanging match with Katie Cameron at ringside – one-sided in that one side lost their temper and ranted and raved, while one side kept their cool and used the distraction to pass her associates her clipboard. Train used it to smash Bart Biggz in the face, putting him down for the pin and the successful defence.
Winners: Wall of Muscle (B-)
Sara Silver approached Sean McFly as he was stretching backstage.
Silver: Sean, Jack Bruce has challenged you to a match.
McFly: I saw. I’m fine with that – Jack’s a very different wrestler to anyone I’ve fought recently. I’d love to face him, and see if I can take him down. Being at the top means you’ve got a target on your chest – but I’m not lazy or complacent. I’ll take on anyone, any time, just to see if I can still cut it.
Silver: Thank you, Sean.
McFly: Any time.
Edd Stone was feeding quarters into a vending machine when someone grabbed him, spun him around, and slammed him into the front of the machine. A chunking sound signified that something had dropped.
Edd: Cool, cheap snacks. Oh, it’s you.
Marquez: You owe me ten thousand dollars, fool.
Edd: You said it was five thousand last week.
Marquez: After you spent my money for me, I arranged for another night with the girls. Unfortunately my mind was elsewhere, and I wasn’t able to enjoy their company as a man should.
Edd: Well, dude, that’s hardly my fault. I mean...
He leaned in conspiratorially.
Edd: ...I know a guy who knows a guy, if you know what I mean. It’s nothing to be ashamed of-
Marquez slapped him.
Marquez: Ten thousand dollars, idiot. You’ll pay me, one way or another.
Edd: Look, I’ll do you a deal. You give me a shot at your title. If you win, you get your money and I’ll call the girls and ask them to give you the special stuff they did for me.
Marquez: Special stuff?
Marquez: Go on.
Edd: If you lose... Well, you lose your title and I keep my money, but I’ll still put in a good word for you with the girls.
Marquez looked conflicted, and then looked angry. He grabbed Edd around the throat and slammed the back of his head into the vending machine again. Edd dropped to the ground as the machine chunked a second time.
Marquez: You’re on, idiot. I’ll take my money, and embarrass you as well.
He walked off, leaving Edd rubbing the back of his head. He reached into the machine and pulled out two packets of candy, before pulling a face.
Edd: Awww... Sours.
Giedroyc & Valiant vs. Team Gauge
This was shaping up to be a classic contest, one of the finest tag matches held in the SWF. Giedroyc and Valiant have some eighteen months experience teaming together while the Gauge twins are just that – twins. The understanding between the two duos therefore made for a great show, and the heat was rising fast – right up to the point where Eric Eisen and Brandon James made their presence felt, toting chairs as they sprinted down the aisle.
The two members of the Inner Circle grabbed Greg Gauge and Valiant as they fought outside the ring. Sam Keith looked furious, but Emma Chase quickly calmed him down as James and Eisen blasted their victims, causing the referee to call for the double disqualification.
Chase: Sorry about that, Sam. It was nothing personal – just business. You see, with your boys coming after my clients on Thursday, we wanted to send you a gentle reminder that you’re in the Inner Circle now – and we don’t let trespassers leave easily.
Chase: As for Giedroyc and Valiant... Well, this is personal. There’s no title to be gained from coming after us, but you’ve been in our business for too long. You are an irritant that we don’t wish to linger over. Let’s settle this on Thursday: You and my associates face off once more and this time they’ll destroy you.
In the ring, her associates were still tussling with Valiant and Giedroyc. Valiant managed to stop James in his tracks with a dropkick before hitting him with a clothesline. Gaining a momentary respite, he managed to nod at Chase – only for Eisen to plant the Billion Dollar Belt in the back of his skull.
Chase: Good. See you Thursday.
Chase led her associates away from the ring, leaving the Gauges down and out at ringside, while Giedroyc and Valiant lay unmoving in the centre of the ring.
Jerry: Well... That’s two great tag matches we’re set for this Thursday night!
Troy Tornado was pacing back and forth backstage.
Tornado: Sean McFly should be careful. Rich Money has the World title. Jack Bruce has the fan’s support. He has his legacy... It’s easy to overlook me when all that is in the mix. But Sean McFly should know better. I’ve heard the talk – we all have. Rich Money calls himself the best in the world, but you get nowhere in this business unless you think you measure up against everyone else. Sean McFly, though, has lots of people saying it about him – more than Money, more than Bruce, more than anyone else.
Tornado: If you believe the critics, then McFly is king of the hill. If you believe McFly, he thinks he is as well – all that talk about having a target on his chest.
Tornado: If you listen to the people who know what they’re talking about, they say not to assume anything. Bruce is looking past Thursday night. McFly is looking past Thursday night. Money is looking past Thursday night.
Tornado: As for me? I’m thinking about beating McFly tonight to make a point. As for Thursday night, when we get there, I’ll be ready to close the show with a classic performance – and take that title for myself.
Sam Keith walked into Mr Tyler’s office, a moody look on his face.
Keith: Eric, what the hell are you letting go around here?
Mr Tyler: That’s Mr Tyler, Sam. Take a seat-
Keith: You think I should show you respect? My boys are getting checked over by the doctors right now because you can’t keep order around here.
Mr Tyler: Frankly, Sam, your boys are with the doctors right now because neither they, nor you, nor Giedroyc and Valiant could see the wisdom in working together to take down two men – even though those two men were armed with chairs and a title belt of no history and even less taste.
Mr Tyler: Now, your boys have a chance for revenge, of a sort, by taking the tag titles on Thursday night. I suggest that you head back and be a father to them, and then spend the next forty-eight hours being their teacher so they know what to do this Thursday.
Keith: And what about Eric and James?
Mr Tyler: As they want to beat the hell out of Giedroyc and Valiant, I’m making that match a streetfight.
Mr Tyler: So it means they’ve pissed off the men who electrocuted Vengeance. I thought Emma Chase at least was smarter than that, but I learned long ago not to underestimate the stupidity of people. Especially anyone who hangs around with Eric Eisen.
Keith smiled slightly.
Keith: Fine. Now, my boys didn’t get to finish their match with Giedroyc and Valiant tonight, but anyway I talked to Valiant before the match and we agreed on something for after Thursday night – like a few months back when my boys took on Money and Gilmore, I want them to take on Giedroyc and Valiant.
Mr Tyler: They okay with that?
Keith: Valiant was, and you know he’s the brains of that outfit.
Mr Tyler: Yeah, well, what I know is not to say that to Giedroyc’s face. Go check on your sons, Sam. I’ll make the matches for the next few shows.
Keith walked off, leaving Mr Tyler alone with Law.
Law: The Inner Circle are becoming more and more of a problem.
Mr Tyler: I know. And it’s not just them – the Succession aren’t much better, and then you have the Heart of Darkness, Greed, Giedroyc, Laramee and that Edd Stone’s an unpredictable lunatic at the best of times.
Mr Tyler: And if you can’t survive in this environment, you don’t deserve to be here. Sam’s old enough to know that – but I can’t blame a father for trying to protect his boys, nor for still seeing them as boys. My gut tells me they’re tougher than he realises.
Law: So what do you plan on doing?
Mr Tyler: I’m going to relieve you of your duties watching out for attacks backstage. You’re bigger and better than that.
Law: I like to think so.
Mr Tyler: But next Tuesday I’ll have an announcement to make...
Suzanne Brazzle, Grace Harper and Joanne Rodriguez vs. Lauren Easter, Melody Cuthill and Vegas Baby
The Vixxens have done a lot in a short time, and the fans are responding to them as though they’ve been with the company for years, rather than the months or weeks that they’ve really been on show.
Part of the reason for that are the great showings that all six women enter as a matter of course. Perhaps they’re still trying to prove themselves, or perhaps they’re appreciative of the brighter spotlight after years on the independent circuit. Either way, the six women largely showed why they deserve to be considered among the Supreme wrestlers in the world, although Melody Cuthill seemed distracted at best – and completely refused to engage with Grace Harper in any way. But for Cuthill’s lack of drive there was a mirror image on the opposite side of the ring – the confident and increasingly popular Vixxens champion Suzanne Brazzle, who was able to score the pin on Baby with a Miracle Connection to take the win for her side.
Winners: Brazzle, Harper and Rodriguez (B-)
Perhaps it was a week of laying in wait and planning, but after a quiet spell the mystery woman suddenly vaulted the crowd rail and slid into the ring – and she was armed.
Joanne Rodriguez took a chairshot to the stomach, leaving her doubled over and dropping her to her knees. Grace Harper was downed with an explosive clothesline from the redhead. Lauren Easter bailed out of the ring, but Vegas Baby was slow to react and was booted in the gut before the chair was slammed down on her back.
Ana: Someone stop this carnage!
The redhead did just that, although not in a peaceful manner. As Suzanne Brazzle moved in to tackle her, she was met with a right hook that dropped the champion to the mat. The attacker followed up with a kneedrop to Brazzle’s chest before grabbing the back of her head, holding her steady for a second right hand that left the champion senseless.
Seeming satisfied with her work, the redhead stood up and walked out of the ring and into the arms of the just-arriving security guards.
Ana: Well thank God – but how does this woman keep getting access?
Jerry: And what does this mean for the title match on Thursday?
Gregory Black and Dawn accompanied Joey DeColt out onto the stage. The trio looked pleased with themselves as the Machines and Hannah stood in the ring awaiting them.
Hannah: Who’d you get, then? If it’s just Black, you ought to know he’s never beaten Brent.
Black: No, it’s not me. We thought outside the box, outside the country – hell, we thought outside this continent! Ladies and gentlemen, the man we’ve chosen to partner Joey DeColt tonight is...
Dawn: ...Duane Stone!
Joey DeColt and Duane Stone vs. The Machines
Jerry: Duane Stone! He’s been in Japan for almost four years – I never expected to see him in the SWF!
Stone seemed content to wait for his chance early on as DeColt tackled both Machines, but tagged in around the five minute mark. Possibly showing signs of unfamiliarity with the Machines, he seemed to struggle at first as the Machines double-teamed him relentlessly. However, when the referee restored order he surprised John Anderson with a mokeyflip that put Anderson into the Canadians’ corner – and then it was time for DeColt and Stone to double-team him!
Ana: Joey DeColt and Duane Stone – teaming together, working well together... This is just surreal.
The Machines were able to get back into the fight by dint of sheer experience, but it wasn’t enough to give them the victory inside of ten minutes. Instead the bell went with Stone in mid-air, and he flattened Anderson with a cross-body block to add emphasis to his team’s achievement.
Ana: DeColt gets his title shot – and SWF have another Stone on our books!
Sean McFly’s locker room was looking crowded with everyone in it. McFly, Davis Wayne Newton, Gregory Black and Dawn were congratulating Joey, while Duane and Edd were engaging in a complicated handshake/embrace/dance routine that they seemed to have practised many times before.
Jerry: Tight group they’ve got there.
Duane: It’s no Succession, but I admit there’s talent. And Edd Stone.
Aaron Andrews was minding his own business backstage when Primus crossed the room and loomed over him. Andrews looked up at the Rookie Monster wearily, as though resigned to what was about to happen. His expression didn’t improve as Vengeance appeared on his other side. Finally Marc DuBois walked into shot.
Vengeance: Prophet, now is your time to prove yourself. Destroy this fool, and prove that you still walk in the darkness.
Greed: I can’t let you do that.
John Greed was leant against a doorframe, tossing a length of lead pipe up and down idly.
Greed: Not because I care about Aaron Andrews, but after last week I want some payback. I can have it here tonight, and leave you broken, or I can take down DuBois in the ring in two days’ time... and come for you soon, Vengeance.
Vengeance glared at his former ally.
DuBois: Thursday. I know Greed – he will attack us all, and while we could destroy him now, I can well believe he would cause injuries to us. And that is an outcome that I foresee ending poorly for all.
Vengeance turned his gaze on DuBois.
Vengeance: This Thursday myself and Primus will be with you. This one can twist the minds of people, and I do not wish to see you... corrupted.
Greed: Frightened I’d do a better job than you? No, don’t answer that. Marc DuBois, I will see you on Thursday. The rest of you... Enjoy the darkness...
He walked off. Vengeance turned back to Andrews, but he had sensibly made his departure while they were distracted. Snarling, the masked man put his fist through the wall.
Duane: John Greed is playing a dangerous game.
Ana: But he seems confident – and seems to have the Heart of Darkness on the wrong foot.
Christian Faith and Ricky Dale Johnson vs. Devine & Chord
It would be possible to count the misapprehensions ahead of this match thusly – that the Succession duo maybe expected to outpace and outlast the veterans, that the veterans maybe expected to control the pace and tempo of the match over their younger opponents, and – on the crowd’s part – that Faith and Johnson would polish off their arrogant opponents quickly. None of these came to pass. What we had instead was a tag match that surpassed even the earlier offering.
Faith and Johnson certainly showed some impressive skill in their teamwork. That might have been unexpected, given how little they’ve worked together previously, but in the course of their long careers both men have had many tag team partners. Both men know how to work with a partner in their corner. Devine and Chord, however, have been working together for months now, and if not a permanent team at least have dozens of matches together.
The youngsters concentrated on pace and precision while the veterans focused on power and endurance. Neither side could force a decisive advantage in the early going, which seemed to surprise Faith and Johnson a little.
Duane: You can’t deny that Devine and Chord look great out there.
Ana: If they could perform this well every night, and forget about sneak attacks and disrespecting their opponents, then they might live up to their own hype.
With the crowd roaring them on, Faith and Johnson slowly began to assert an advantage over their foes. Devine and Chord tried to take shortcuts to regain ground, but for once the referee was wise to their tricks and prevented them getting too much from their sly approach.
Apparently seeing that his colleagues were starting to struggle, Rocky Golden charged the ring and threw himself into the fray, combining with his allies to assault the veteran duo as the referee called for the bell.
Jerry: Oh man! Mr Tyler, can we have a rematch!
Duane: I can tell you now, Jerry, we’ll see these five going at it again on Thursday – these five, and whoever’s crazy enough to side with Faith and Johnson against the Succession!
Winners: Faith and Johnson (A)
Rich Money was the first to enter the ring ahead of the main event. The World champion had his title draped across his shoulder, and a microphone in hand.
Money: I like to address you, my people, each week. You pay good money to come here and be informed and entertained, and it’s only right that someone tell you the truth.
Money: For the last month I’ve been waiting for someone to trot out the half-truth about Sean McFly – that he, not I, is the rightful claimant to the title of the ‘best in the world’. I didn’t expect Troy Tornado to be the one to make the claim, but Bruce and McFly both came close enough in any case.
Money: Sean McFly is a wrestler of great talent – supreme talent, even. As a technician, he is one of the all-time greats, and stands at the top of the ladder in today’s sport. He’s a competent flyer, and can stand toe to toe with anyone from Christian Faith to Rocky Golden to Brandon James. He is a dangerous foe – and one that I am not about to take lightly.
Money: But is he the best in the world? No. I am – I am not McFly’s equal as a technician, but I am much more capable of innovation than he is. I am not hidebound as McFly is, conditioned to react the same way to the same situation every time. Against most wrestlers, McFly will triumph... But he lacks the spark to adapt. He has refined and honed and rehearsed, and is rightly recognised as a superb talent... But he is not my equal. He cannot create counters or attacks on the fly in the way that I can. He can only remember what he has learned – not use it to develop new techniques. That is what makes be better. That is why I stand alone.
Money: As for Jack Bruce and Troy Tornado? Their personal rivalry will consume them – and if it does not, if one of them is eliminated without first destroying the other, then I am confident that they will be emotionally exhausted, and as such, easy pickings.
Money: Why am I saying this now? Why reveal my plans, my strategies not just to you, but to my three opponents as well?
Money: Because I’m money – and because their knowing what I’m going to do doesn’t tell them how. And even if it did, it wouldn’t make a difference: I am the best in the world.
Sean McFly and Jack Bruce vs. Rich Money and Troy Tornado
Equally as good as the preceding match, this was a thrilling contest for very different reasons. Ana Garcia was right on the money just a few minutes in when she proclaimed this a unique contest.
Ana: There’s no teamwork, no alliance between either side – just four of the best wrestlers around trying to outdo each other!
Such is the level of intense professional – and personal – rivalry that exists between the four competitors that none of the four men was prepared to take a back seat in the contest. Even the usually unflappable World champion seemed to feel that he had something to prove as the crowd roared the efforts of his three rivals. The four men traded big moves and those moves only got bigger as the match wore on.
Duane: McFly on the top rope – he can do this as well as anyone... Huge clothesline on Troy Tornado!
Jerry: Money has Bruce in the ropes... Brutal DDT!
Duane: Tornado with the blindside on Bruce! Tornado drags Bruce into the corner... Samoan Drop from the second rope!
Ana: New York Minute on Rich Money! Bruce could win it here – no! Save by Tornado!
The match spiralled further into chaos, and soon there was no real effort on either side to check blows that took out a partner as well as an opponent. McFly and Bruce nearly came to blows as they worked over Money, but that just let the World champion tackle Bruce to the mat, and as McFly tried to grab Money, Tornado struck from behind with a low-blow that the referee missed. As McFly doubled over, Tornado hammered him into the mat with a Star Maker – and the referee was right on hand to count the pin.
Duane: Tornado wins! And if he wanted to make a statement, he did it here tonight!
Winner: Money and Tornado (A)
Money and Bruce didn’t seem to realise that the match was over, and continued brawling. The triumphant Tornado walked over to them and hauled Bruce off the champion, before planting the Long Island Angel with a second Star Maker.
Ana: Tornado and Money stand triumphant- No!
Jerry: Money just got kicked between the legs by Tornado... Star Marker number three!
Duane: Troy Tornado stands tall! Troy Tornado is the last man standing... and it’s just forty-eight hours until The World Is Watching!
Overall: B+ (10.69 on WGN America)