December 23, 1998

EWA Presents

Live from

L.A. Forum in Los Angeles, CA

The camera opens to the rear entrance of the L.A. Forum. We see Travis Keaton, John Tang, and Xavier walking into the arena with duffle bags in hand. Keaton's leg is in a cast from what appears to be a broken leg. Suffered during a recent match. The three men are joking around, laughing and all appear to in a good mood. The men are about to enter the building when Cyris and Irish Rebel appear in front of them.

The men turn the other way and then the two masked men standing behind them. The men turn back to Cyris , who now has a bat in his hand.

WHACK!!!!!!

Cyris slams the bat right across Keaton's broken leg. Keaton falls in agony and is rolling around holding the damaged appendage. Cyris continues to pummel on Keaton's leg as the three other members of DI beat on Xavier and John Tang. Cyris starts to rip the cast apart and throw pieces of it in Keaton's face. The menbers of DI continue to beat on the three now defenseless men. Here comes SECURITY! All 4 members of D.I. hastily leave the scene as EMT's rush to tend to the injured men and security cordon off the area.

Richard Riley: "My God! What a way to open up the program. I think Cyris is trying to make DI's presence felt here tonight."

Wayne: "It looks that way. DI has been too quiet as of late. I guess they are back to there old, dirty tricks once again. They really disgust me!"

Richard Riley: "Pardon me for being so frank but have you taken too many chair shots to the head? You used to be a member of DI and if memory serves me correctly, you were probably the most vicious, sadistic member of the group. That was only like three months ago."

Wayne: [looks a little ashamed] "You are absolutely right. I was a vicious and terrible man but that was in the past. I'm a VP now and I'm here to do what is best for the organization and in my mind that is ridding the EWA of Devastation, Inc. once and for all."

Richard Riley: "How do you plan on doing that? It's not like you can run down to the ring with a chair and nail Cyris."

Wayne: "Ever hear the phrase 'The pen is mightier then the sword!'?" But enough about that. We have a show to start. I think we are almost ready for the first match of the evening. Up and coming Myke Fury takes on the veteran Dawgbone. Any thoughts on the match up?"

Richard Riley: "Fury looked pretty impressive in his debut match here but he will have a good challenge from Dawgbone who is coming off of a big win last week. Let's head down to the ring for this opening match!"

 Metallica’s "Disposable Heroes" begins playing and out comes Myke Fury. He is carrying a baseball bat with him as he sprints down to the ring. Fury gets to the ring, and hops up on the ring apron and climbs over the ropes to get into the ring. He first stops on the top rope and lets out a battle cry before hopping into the ring.

The music fades into "Murder was the Case" by Snoop Doggy Dog and Fury’s opponent, Dawgbone, comes down to the ring. He is carrying a dog chain with him as he goes down to the ring. He slides into the ring and Fury takes a swing at DB. DB rolls out of the way just dodging the quick falling bat. He gets up and swings the bat at Fury and Fury block it with the bat. The chain wraps around the bat and DB pulls the chain back and the bat goes with it. The bat launches out into the aisle and DB lets go of the chain as well and it wraps around the to rope.

The ref signals for the match to begin, and the two of them quickly begin brawling. They throw lefts and rights in the center of the ring and eventually DB begin to gain the advantage. He starts punching Fury into the corner, and quickly begins pounding on him with elbows and kicks. Fury sinks into the corner but DB does not let up. DB just keeps on kicking Fury in the chest for a bit longer, before he figures out his next plan of attack. He slides out of the ring, and grabs Fury’s leg and spins him around. DB tries to crotch Fury on the corner, but Fury reverses it and pulls DB into the pole face first. DB falls to the floor and Fury gets to his feet. He goes over to the other side of the ring and calls for a chair. One is thrown up to and he goes back over to the side where DB is. He sets up the chair between the bottom rope and the ring apron, and backs up. As DB gets up Fury runs toward him and baseball slides the chair into the face of DB.

Fury exits the ring and goes over to the beginning of the aisle and grabs his bat that he brought to the ring. He goes over to where DB is, and as he gets up again and he takes a wild swing at DB. DB ducks out of the way and saves himself again from a homerun swing from Fury. The bat shatters off of the turnbuckle pole and DB lunges at Fury tackling him to the floor. Fury hits DB in the top of the head with the butt of the bat until he lets go. Fury picks up DB and rolls him into the ring. Fury then grabs the chair that he used in DB and climbs the ropes. DB realizes that his chain is still on the top tope and he reaches up and grabs it. It shakes the ropes and Fury gets crotched on the top rope. The chair falls into the ring, and Fury shortly follows. DB makes a quick cover and the ref dives into position to make the count.

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2…

no!!!

Fury gets his foot on the bottom rope, and the ref taps DB on the shoulder and is about to tell him that it was only a two count. DB jumped up before the ref could tell him, and when the ref tells him he becomes enraged over this and starts screaming at the ref. This gives Fury the chance to shake some of the cobwebs out and he rolls DB up and the ref goes to make check for the pin. The ref doesn’t notice Fury has a handful of tights as he makes the count.

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2…

And a kickout by Dawgbone!!!

The two get back to their feet and are trading punches again. The two give this up and the now bounce off of the ropes and Fury drops down and DB jumps over him. They do this a few times before Fury finally smartens up and clotheslines an oncoming DB. This stuns him long enough for Fury to throw him chest first into the corner. Fury turns the stunned DB around and hoists him up on his shoulders and drops him in the Fury’s Hell. He falls on top of DB and the ref makes the count.

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3!!!

Winner: Myke Fury via Fury’s Hell

Richard Riley: "Fury comes away with a big win. This should really give his career a big push. Dawgbone wrestled a good tough match but in the end he couldn't match the power of young Myke Fury.

Wayne: "You know, Dawgbone is one of those guys who wrestles hard week in and week out and some weeks he comes away with the win and other times he loses. I think Dawgbone might benefit from some more training sessions. He just needs to refine his skills a little more and I think the man could be a top contender for one of our titles."

Richard Riley: "Maybe Dawgbone just needs to start making some noise and busting a few heads. Make people notice you and start drawing a little heat then maybe we'll be seeing Dawgbone in some main event type matches. But next up we have another newcomer who is looking to move up in the rankings and hopefully contend for a Cruiserweight title match, Shawn Griffin."

Wayne: "I've been pretty impressed with Griffin. He looks like he has the talent to go places as long as he keeps his head out of his ass. Unfortunately his scheduled opponent for this evening isn't going to make it. I can always have Griffin wrestle Bobo. Nah! Too messy afterwards! Dick, please make a note that yoga is now outlawed in the EWA. It is just too dangerous. Also take another note to make sure we order the live alligator for that match next week."

Richard Riley: "Will do boss man! I think that is our cue to get down to the ring."

"Touch, Peel and Stand" by Days of the New begins to play. The fans give off a moderate cheer for the newcomer to the EWA known as Shawn Griffin. He slowly walks to the ring not really paying attention to the fans. He enters the ring and motions for the microphone.

Griffin: "Since, Ryland McCoy can't be here tonight, I've just been handed a note saying I don't have a match. While I knew this was a possibility at the outset, I thought he'd show, but noooooo. Now I'm sent out here and told to fill for fifteen minutes. How the hell am I supposed to fill fifteen minutes."

"Now they knew that this would be a big job so they handed it to one of the members of the hottest tag team to hit the scene here ever. I'm not gonna bullshit you folks. I'm not gonna try and pull the wool over your eyes like the criminals. I'm just gonna come out here, give 110% and show you why we will be the next, as well as first, Tag team champions of the world."

"So without further adieu, why don't you send out someone from in back. I really don't care who. Someone has got to be man enough to step up to the plate. How about Drifter, he's been running off at the mouth lately. Or there's always that putz Grayson, lord knows he can't keep his nose out of anyone's business. Just make them walk out here and take their beating like a man."

Griffin: "Oh, so it's Mr. Sledge, well I might have known. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to the hardest working man in the EWA. Johhny Sledge."

The match gets underway with your standard collar and elbow tie up. Sledge quickly slams Griffin into a headlock and bears down on it. After a minute Griffin lays into Sledge's side with several elbows and then sends Sledge rocketing into the ropes. Griffin leans down and Sledge vaults over him with a sunset flip. Sledge lands awkwardly, but bounces up to his feet. The two wrestlers stare intensely at each other. This time in the collar Griffin gets the upper hand. He gets a solid arm bar on Sledge. Sledge reverses it; then leg sweeps Griffin. Griffin bridges back to his feet. Both wrestlers seem to be wary now.

Griffin lands a punch, but Sledge unfazed comes in with a standing dropkick that lays Griffin out. This time Griffin is slower to his feet. As he stands up Sledge rushes in and Griffin drops flat. Sledge leapfrogs him, and on the way back through he manages to catch Griffin and bull dogs him down to the canvas.

Sledge goes for the cover, but Griffin kicks out after only one. Sledge picks him up and sends him whipping into the ropes. Sledge leans over and Griffin manages to catch him in a swinging neck-breaker. Both wrestlers are a little woozy trying to get to their feet. Griffin kicks out and Sledge manages to catch it. That's it Sledge goes head over foot, as Griffin catches him in the face with a foot. Griffin picks him up and sends him flying into the ropes. Griffin lands a standing hurricanrana and flips sledge out to the floor. Sledge is slow to get to his feet, but manages to move out of the way as Griffin tries a standing body block.

Griffin hits the ground hard and looks like he is out. Sledge moves over to him, and picks him up. Sledge rolls him into the ring, and then vaults up to ring apron.

As Sledge goes to come through the ropes, a figure suddenly appears behind him. It's Grayson, and he looks like a mad man. He launches a furious blow from behind into Sledge's midsection. Sledge topples off the top rope and lands on the floor. Grayson starts kicking him over and over. Griffin finally stirs in the middle of the ring. The ref is calling for the bell, but Grayson is screaming at Griffin now. Griffin stalks over to the ring ropes and stares down on Grayson who has managed to pick Sledge up now. Grayson is holding him up so that Griffin can leap down on him.

Winner: Johnny Sledge via DQ

Griffin jumps to the middle of the top rope. He comes flying off, but Sledge dodges and Griffin plows into the startled Grayson. Sledge is up and he's kicking Grayson in the stomach. Griffin surveys the scene and then walks over to the railing. He throws an onlooker off of a folding chair and picks it up. Grayson is up and Sledge and him are circling. Griffin makes like he is going to hit Sledge and then turns and lays into Grayson almost taking his head off. Grayson goes down and both men are now flailing him unmercifully. Griffin slams him again with the chair and then both men roll into the ring.

Sledge: Grayson, do you think I am dumb enough to go into this match knowing you would most likely come out here. Tommy, I've told you that I will always be one step ahead of you and here is yet another step. Corporate Insurrection is the hottest thing to hit this fed since it's inception so many months ago.

Griffin: I've been warning you that the hammer was about to drop and here it is. Drifter you said we were a bunch of nobodies. Well, we take offense at that. I'm coming for you Drifter, and I'm bringing hell in the form of Johhny Sledge with me."

Sledge: Drifter, I never really liked you. From day one I said that Death Row was dead, and you wouldn't believe me. Well now, with Griffin you are going to feel the Insurrection

Griffin: Grayson, you've just experienced a HOSTILE takeover.

Sledge: from... The One... The Only... The Original... Corporate Insurrection!!!

Wayne: "I guess that answers the question of who is the mysteries team of Corporate Insurrection. I don't think Tommy Grayson will be joining the CI fan club any time soon."

Richard Riley: "Doubt that very much! These two seem to be pretty cocky for a team that basically just formed now. Do these guys actually deserve to be entered into the tag team title tournament?"

Wayne: [whispers] "Sure! Why not. We can always use some more cannon fodder for the more established teams and Sledge will give us a little boost in the ratings. [back to a normal tone] That's a stupid question, Richard! Of course they deserve a spot in the tournament. What's up next?"

Richard Riley: "I believe that the Dee Brown-Eli Flair match is next."

Wayne: "Hehehehe! So we have McGruff the crime dog taking on the incredible Invisible man. Maybe Brown can solve the biggest mystery of them all!"

Richard Riley: "What would that be?"

Wayne: "Where he put his wrestling ability!"

Richard Riley: "You should have stayed a wrestler because your career in stand up won't amount to much!"

Wayne: "let's get to the match as I wring Riley's scrawny neck!"

The crowd erupts as Eli Brown's music begins to play. Eli slowly makes his way down the ring followed by his manger, Poison Ivy who is hobbling down to the ring on crutches. Eli slaps hands with the fans as he goes along. He slides into the ring, backs into a corner, raises his arms, and waits for Dee Brown to arrive. Brown comes out to a chorus of boos. He ignores the crowd until he comes to a sign held by a young boy. "Brown, give it up, I hope the killer goes after you next." He becomes infuriated and rips the sign to the ground, yelling at the small kid in the process.

While he is lecturing the kid about detective work, Eli sneaks behind him and jacks him in the back. Brown falls to the ground, as Flair grabs him and brings him toward the ring. Flair rolls him into the ring first, then climbs in after him. Brown seizes this opportunity to apply a kick to Flair's head. Then, Brown begins to stomp on a stunned Flair. Brown picks Flair up, sends him into the ropes and.....belly to belly suplex. Brown jumps up, laughing at the crowd who begins to boo him again. Flair gets to his feet, still a bit stunned from the small beating he has taken so far.

The two men circle around each other, then lock up. Flair comes out on top as he gets Brown in a head lock. Brown runs toward the ropes, attempting to get Flair to release the headlock. Flair, instead of letting go, jumps onto the ropes, readjusts his hold, and applies a spinning DDT. Brown hits right on his head. Flair, smelling a quick easy victory, goes for the pin.

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Kickout

Brown is not ready to lose this one quite yet. He staggers to his feet, attempting to clear the cobwebs as Flair is waiting for him. A standing dropkick nails Brown back to the ground. And this time, its Flair helping Brown to his feet. He sends Brown into the ropes and knocks him back to the mat with a clothesline. Flair does a little bragging to the fans, who applaud in respond. Brown again gets to his feet, this time looking a little pissed off. Flair turns around to nail Brown, but Brown ducks out of the way. He slaps Eli across the face. Flair charges at him, only to be the recipient of a drop toe hold. Brown puts on a variation of an ankle lock, but Eli is close the ropes, calling for a break.

Both men climb to their feet. They lock up again. This time, its Brown throwing a knee to the gut of Eli. Brown, somewhere finding the strength, picks Eli up and powerbombs him back to the mat. Flair looks to be out for the count.

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Thre-Kickout!!!

Flair just got his shoulder up. Brown, not looking all that concerned, scoops Flair up and puts him onto the top rope. Brown, not realizing Flair is starting to come around, takes his sweet ass time getting up to the top with Flair. Eli, realizing he is in a bad position, whips his head back and fires it straight forward, hitting Brown straight on. Brown's head splits wide open and blood immediately comes squiriting out from it. However, he has enough sense to grab onto Flair and apply another belly to belly suplex. Brown and Flair hit hard on the mat. Blood is starting to get everywhere, as Brown throws a hand over Flair's body. The ref makes the count.

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THREE!!!

The EMT's rush into the ring as soon as the bell sounds, going right to Brown, who not only won the match, but is also going to have quite a scar on his forehead.

Winner: "Detective" Dee Brown

Richard Riley: "I guess Brown solved another mystery!"

Wayne: "And what would that be?"

Richard Riley: "I guess he found his wrestling ability! Hehehehe!"

Wayne: "Talk about no career in stand up! I just got a note from the tuck that Brown is back in the lockerroom and would like a post match interview. We usually don't honor those types of requests but who knows when the next time will be that Brown wins a match."

The camera pans to back where we see Timothy Braddock is standing next to Brown who is standing there still dressed in his wrestling gear with a towel draped around his neck. He seems very pleased with his victory earlier tonight.

Braddock: "I am here with Dee Brown, the one man wrecking crew who only moments earlier scored a huge upset with a win over Eli Flair. He is also the man responsible for uncovering the mystery of who killed LoneWolf and now is on a one man vendetta against Devastation Inc. . Dee what are your thoughts on D.I.

Braddock: "Oh My GOD, D.I. appears to be waging way on Dee Brown as they beat him merciless...Get SECURITY!!!!!

Cyris: There is more where that came from EWA!!!

Braddock: Oh My, We need medical attention here as D.I. came in and beat on Dee Brown right before our interview, Richard, we will keep you up to date, back to you.

Wayne: "Damnit! That's the second time tonight DI has pulled that crap. That's it! I'm fining each member of DI $50,000 and since I have no idea who those two masked idiots are Cyris can Reble can also pay for their fines as well. What else can go wrong tonight?"

Richard Riley: "Ummm. Boss! I just got word that Jerry Michaels is requesting some air time as well!"

Wayne: "What the hell did I do to deserve this? Wait a minute! Don’t' answer that! Let's go find out what he wants."

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn blasts over the speaker system and the crowd goes wild as comes out from behind the curtain. He is carrying a white dufflec bag and is wearing an EWA "GOT BLOOD?" T-shirt. He steps into the ring and picks up the microphone as the crowd cheers loudly. He looks out at the people with a smile on his face and sits the bag down in the corner. The crowd calms down.

Jerry Michaels: Great to be back, isn't it? Well, you guys should have expected it. I've got a surprise for everybody. It won't only shock the crowd, but it will shock every wrestler in the EWA. Oh and Wayne Rothschild, Artful, and Dirk Ryan....I know you're just going to love this one. This bag contains what was once the EWA's worst nightmare. Hold on a second.

Jerry puts down the microphone and walks to the corner and picks up the bag. Suddenly the lights go off! A few minutes go by and then the lights flare back on!

Richard Riley: HOLY SHIT!!!!!! That's not Jerry Michaels, thats.......thats......HELLDORADO!!!!!!!!!!!

Jerry Michaels goes over to the center of the ring and picks up the microphone. He is wearing the original Helldorado ski-mask, and a Riot Squad t-shirt and ripped JNCO jeans.

Jerry/Helldorado: Surprise, all this time you thought the Riot Squad was gone Arty. I've been Helldorado the entire time and you never even guessed. CREATINE WORKS DOESN'T IT?????? How do you think I got that slut bag, hoe Debra Delicious to come back. Thank god she's dead now. Don't cry too much Wayney. i'll miss that little Chinese bitch Chob Fry though. Hold on, I'm not done yet. When was the last time you heard Rage Against the Machine???? How about "VIETNOW" by Rage Against the Machine????

"Vietnow" plays on the speaker and when it gets heavy a man steps out from the curtain. All of a sudden a face that has not been seen for a very long time steps out behind the curtain.

Richard Riley: OH GOD!!!!! JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS MY HEART MEDICATION!!!!!!

Rob Riot the leader of the Riot Squad is now standing in the ring with an old Riot Squad T-shirt on. He has a big smirk on his face while Helldorado is in the corner laughing. Rob Riot grabs the mic.

Rob Riot: This is certainly a very familiar territory I am now in. Helldorado, my very good friend, is here for my entrance back INTO THE EWA!!!!! I know for certain that none of the execs of the EWA like this at all!!!! Especially Arty, Wayne, and Dinny donny Ryan. So, I have a question for all those idiots up in High Power Land? When can I start kicking some ass??? I have no idea who any of these stupid assholes are in the EWA anymore, and really I don't give a fuck!!!! I know some people are wondering where have I been? !! I have been in Honduras giving relief to all those poor victims of Hurricane Mitch. If anyone believed what I just said , They should be shot

Jerry/Helldorado: "Gee! I thought you were dead! Hahahahahaha!!!"

Rob Riot: I was but I guess I got better. Hahahahaha! Actually I have been running a club down in my hometown of Philadelphia, PA and planning for my return to the EWA. Right now I am going in the back and drinking some beer with my good friend Helly!!! So I got one question for all of you, "Got Blood?"

Helldorado and Rob Riot go out of the ring as "Vietnow" goes loudly in the arena and the crowd explodes in boos and many soda cans are thrown towards the Riot Squad.

Richard Riley: "This may rank as the worst day in EWA history! I thought those two were dead?"

Wayne: "Me too, Richard. Me too! Well, that explains my incredible dislike for the Jerry. I always hated Helldorado and I must have known subconsciously that they were one in the same."

Richard Riley: "What do you plan on doing?"

Wayne: "Plan? Nothing! The Riot Squad was dealt with last time. I guess we didn't get the job done. This time though if they step out of line, they WILL be dealt with permanently!"

Richard Riley: "Yeah but…."

Wayne: "But nothing! I don't want to talk about this anymore. What's our next match?"

Richard Riley: "I'm pretty sure that it's the Roadkill-Dealin Ashland parking lot brawl. Any thoughts on it?"

Wayne: "No! Just cut to the damn match already!"

Daelin Ashland creeps out to the parking lot, peering around the cars, expecting someone to jump out at him. A rather large crowd has developed around the parking lot, which is blocked off by only a metal railing. Ashland is still looking around as a cars headlights suddenly click on and a motor becomes very loud. Ashland spins around to see Roadkill's huge truck coming right for him. However, fortunetly for Ashalnd, he isn't a deer, he jumps out of the way before the speeding car can run him over. Roadkill jumps out of the moving car and rolls across the pavement.

Ashland, still a bit shaken from seeing his life pass before his eyes, starts to run toward Roadkill. As he arrives, Roadkill leaps to life, kicking Ashland right in the nuts. Daelin doubles over, clutching what he holds most dear. Roadkill grabs Ashland by the hair and suplexs him over onto the concrete. Roadkill jumps onto Ashland, pounding away on Ashland's head.

Finally, Ashland rolls them both over, and he takes his turn at knocking about Roadkill's head. Ashland grabs Roadkill by the head, dragging him up to his feet. He picks Roadkill up, moves toward a car, lifts Roadkill over his head, and drops him, face first, onto the car. Some guy in the crowd starts screaming about his car being ruined, but the wrestlers don't seem to hear him, and the people around him start beating him senseless.

Ashland again scoops Roadkill up this time, spinning him around, trying to throw him into a car. However, Ashland hits some sand, slips, and lets go, sending both men backwards. The small of Ashland's back goes right into the car behind him. Roadkill, slipping as he goes down, hits the back of his head against the metal bumper of a car, knocking it off. Ashland, in pain, but seeing Roadkill in a worse position, starts over that way. He bends over to check to see if Roadkill is out, only to receive a face full of bumper. Ashland is sent spinning away and Roadkill uses the car to bring himself to his feet.

Ashland is staggering to his feet again as Roadkill picks up the bumper to use as a weapon. A shot to the back, a shot to the back of the head and a wad of spit all hit Ashland in that order. Daelin lays there as Roadkill climbs up onto the car. He leaps off the car, hitting Ashland with an elbow drop.

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No!!!!

Roadkill appears upset with the count and begins arguing wit the referee. This gives Ashland a moment to recove and nail Roadkill from behind. Ashland Slams Roadkill's head into the hood of a car and then grabs him for a belly-to back suplex and bridge for a pin.

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Roadkill kicks out. Ashland grabs Roadkill by the hair and pulls him onto the roof of the car. He picks him up for what looks like a Death Valley Driver. The roof of the car begins to buckle which causes Ashland to stumble a little. Roadkill is able to slip off of Ashland's shoulder and nail the Roudkill Stunner on the way down. The roof of the car collapses and the two men tumble off of the car, Roadkill landing on top. The referee goes for the count…

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3!!!!!

Winner: Roadkill via the Roadkill Stunner

Richard Riley: "What a brutal match from both men! Those two were sure intent on beating the hell out of each other!"

Wayne: "I'm sure we haven't seen the last of tat feud. Ashland really didn't look like he had his mind on the match that much. His mind may be on his wife Sarah. She did suffer some injuries in a bad accident last week."

Richard Riley: "Bad things happen to us all. I'm not trying to make light of Sarah Ashland's injuries but when you step into the ring or the parking lot in that case you need to have your mind 100% on the match. That's the easiest way to get yourself injured. He's lucky he didn't wind up next to his wife in the hospital."

Wayne: "I guess he can call himself lucky then. What's up next big Dick?"

Richard Riley: "Real cute! The next match is going to determine who the #1 contenders or seeds rather will be in the upcoming tag team tournament."

Wayne: "This match is very important not only because the team that wins gets the #1 seed in the tournament but also gets a first round bye as well. Let's go see who wins."

 When the camera cuts o the ring you see that Shawn Foster and Natural Born Killah, the Natural Criminals, are just about in the ring. Their music fades out and on comes "Return of the Phantom Stranger" by Rob Zombie. The now drunken EWA crowd boos loudly as all of Death Row makes their way down the aisle. Drifter and Violent Dark are leading the way, with PDJ and Tyrant right behind them. The four members of Death Row make it to the ring and only Drifter and Violent Dark enter the ring. Surprisingly all the two opposing teams remain calm as the ref checks all four men. He then signals that one man from each side has to exit the ring and Drifter goes to the ring apron for Death Row and Foster does the came for Natural Criminals. The ref the calls for the match to begin.

VD and NBK lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Both men try to get some leverage in the move, neither getting much when they try. VD finally has enough and knees NBK in the gut. NBK hunches over and VD hits him in the back with a double axe handle. NBK falls to the mat and VD drops right down with a standing leg drop. VD drags NBK over to the DR corner and tags in his partner, Drifter. VD picks him up and holds him for a punch in the gut from Drifter. VD leaves the ring, and it is back to one on one. Drifter scoops up NBK and slams him back down to the mat. He picks him up again, but this time he drops him face first in the top turnbuckle of the DR corner. Drifter tags VD back in and Drifter notices that Foster is about to enter the ring. He tells the ref and he runs over to keep Foster from entering the ring. While the ref is away, VD and Drifter pummel NBK in the corner. Drifter leaves the ring as the ref comes back over, and he misses the whole double team. VD sets NBK up for a vertical suplex. He lifts him up and lets him think about it for a second before dropping him to the mat. He floats over and makes a pin attempt.

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Save by Foster!!!

While the ref tries to get Foster out of the ring VD and Drifter begin to double team NBK again. They whip him into the ropes and try to give him a double clothesline but he ducks it. Foster finally gets away from the ref and runs up behind VD and clotheslines him from behind. He falls to the mat as Drifter is caught with a clothesline from the oncoming NBK. Both members of DR are down and NC is finally on the offensive. The first pick up Drifter and double hip toss him out of the ring. NBK then sets up VD for a power bomb and when he gets him up in the air Foster grabs his head so it ends up being power bomb/ neck breaker combo. As Foster rolls over to make a cover, Drifter gets into the ring and stops breaks up the pin before it can be made. Tyrant hops up onto the ring apron, but is instantly met with a left hook from NBK, which sends him flying into the guardrail. NC then begins to pound on Drifter before he can get up. VD rolls out of the ring and NBK goes back to his corner so it is finally one on one again.

Foster does not give Drifter the chance to get up, as he keeps pounding him down to the mat. Foster finally lets Drifter get up and he quickly put him in a standing arm bar. He goes over to his corner and tags out to NBK. NBK climbs the topes and connects with a jumping punch onto the shoulder of Drifter. Foster leaves the ring, and NBK continues where Foster left off. NBK is making sure the immensely bigger man does not get back to his feet and regains his composer. He is hitting him with forearm after forearm to the side of the head, keeping Drifter down. He sees that VD is getting back to his feet and he runs over there and knocks him back down to the floor. This gives PDJ the chance to stick his nose into the match, and he grabs the leg of Foster and pulls him down to the floor. The two begin trading lefts and rights on the floor while Tyrant takes PDJ’s pimp stick and tosses it up to Drifter. The ref is not paying attention to the ring as he is now outside trying to break up Foster and PDJ. Drifter takes a swing at NBK, who has just turned around from knocking VD off of the apron. NBK ducked the attempted swing and the momentum spins him around so his back is facing NBK. NBK kicks Drifter in the back of the knee and hooks him and drops him with Natural Death. NBK makes the cover, but there is no ref there to count.

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The ref finally realizes that there is a pin attempt in the ring, and he dives in to make the count.

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2…

3….NO!!!!

Drifter kicks out and NBK jumps to his feet and gets right in the face of the ref. He backs the ref into the corner, but he does not pay attention to Drifter who has, by now, gotten up. He sneaks up behind him and turns him around and kicks him in the stomach. He then sets him up in a pump handle and connects the Social Outcast. He makes the cover and the ref makes the count.

1…

2…

3!!!

Winners: Death Row via Social Outcast

Richard Riley: "That was dominating performance by Death Row. They have to be considered the favorites to win the tag team titles."

Wayne: "I don't know if I can deal with all of this tonight. DI is on the warpath. The Riot Squad is somehow miraculously resurrected and Death Row is the top contenders for the tag titles. I don't think anything could get worse!"

Richard Riley: "I think I have something to top that!"

Wayne: "What!"

Richard Riley: "I just got word that Cyris is ordering you to go to the ring."

Wayne: "Cyris! Ordering me! Who the hell does he think he is? Damnit! This guy is asking for it, Global champion or not! I'll be back."

The camera pans down to the ringside area. VP Rothschild is sitting in his wheelchair in front of the ring with a very unhappy look on his face. Suddenly Guns N Roses begins to blast on the speakers. The fans immediately begin to boo. Cyris walks out wearing his wrestling gear, a DI T-shirt and with the Globabl strap around his waist. He is followed by a thin, weasaly man dressed in a suit who is holding what appears to be a bingo roller.

VP Rothschild : "What the hell is all this Cyris? Who the hell do you think you are to order me around? I'm the God damn Executive VP of the EWA."

Cyris: "I AM your champion and when I say jump ya better jump. Well, in your case maybe just pop a wheeliey or something."

VP Rothchild: "You think that is funny. Try this! Security, I want this man cuffed. He is a violent and dangerous man!"

Security and police converge on Cyris. He begins to struggle but the sheer numbers overwhelm him and they slap the cuffs on him. He is walked down the aisle and has a sinister smile on his face and he is helped in the ring. Cyris arrogantly makes his way over to Rothschild and reaches into his pants. Police Draw down as Cyris pulls out a black D.I. T-shirt and tosses it to Rothschild, who tosses it in the crowd in disgust.

VP Rothschild: "Once again, what is your game?"

Cyris: "The games called a lethal lottery. I'm going to pick one of ya lame ass "stars" and they are going to get the beating of their lives. Just to show ya what a great guy I am the "lucky" sucka will be granted a title shot."

VP Rothschild: "No deal, cyris. You don't pick your challengers, I do. Admit it, this is just your way of avoiding having to fight real contenders like Suicide King, Grayson and Sledge. You are a pathetic excuse for a champion!"

Cyris: "Pathetic, my ass. At least I can still walk around not like your crippled ass. You were a good wrestler once but now YOU make me sick. You're the one who's weak. After tonight Suicide King is going to in no condition to challenge me and I can guarantee that Grayson won't be challenging for my title any time soon. Sorry to burst your bubble little Wayney but I do have the right. Read my contract."

The weasaly looking lawyer type hands Wayne the contract. Wayne looks it over and then gets a very unhappy look on his face.

VP Rothschild: "Alright Cyris you win this time. It seems there is a clause in your contract that allows you to pick your challengers due to becoming the first ever three time champion."

The lawyer guy holds the bingo puller in front of Wayne and spins the canister. It stops and Wayne reaches inside and pulls out a slip of paper.

VP Rothschild: "The wrestler that will receive a Global title shot at the next Extreme Measures is…….Dawgbone!!!

Security places the mic in front of Cyris , who is bent over in laughter..then slowly regains his composure.

Cyris: "Well lookie here, it seems I have got DJ Friday, whoops , I mean Dawg Bone as my next challenger at EM. Good for me, but bad for you DawgBone. You are NO WHERE near the same level as me, nor ever will be. IF I were you, I would watch your back, ya never know when a D.I. beatdown may follow. You seem to be preoccupied with Rebel, SO I decided to jump on in and offer you a Title match. But dont jump to answer yet, this wil be a special match. One in a Barbed Wire Cage and one you wont climb out of. Now this will probably be your ONLY EVER title shot, so call your family and tape this event, but be quick, cause this match will not last long. So at EM DawgBone, I am coming for you, you keep saying Beware the Dog, well you need to watch out for the Big Bad Wolf. And to the others that didnt get picked. Dont worry, your time will come and go, and so will you. So to DawgBone and the rest of the EWA...LET THE GAMES BEGIN."

VP Rothschild: "Laugh all you want. You may be able to pick the opponent but it doesn't say anything about the stipulations. This match will be a Dawg collar match and if anyone from DI interferes you lose that precious little belt."

Cyris is pulled away laughing and jumping and then led to the back by security.

Richard Riley: "Man oh man! This situation just got worse. How the hell did Cyris manage to get that stipulation put into the contract. Anyway, that will be something for the EWA legal department to ponder. While Vice President Rothschild sorts things out in the back let's get back to down to the ring for a big challenge match. Pimpdaddy J and Tyrant take on the two men known as the "Elite from the Street" in a what has become a very heated rivalry."

"Smack My Bitch UP " begins to pump through the arena. The fans begin to boo loudly as they recognize the music for Death Row members Pimpdaddy J and the Tyrant. Both men come out wearing Death Row T-shirts and are flanked by a couple of PDJ's hoes. The two men begin cursing at the unruly fans as they make their way to the ring.

Prodigy is replaced by 2 Pac as "Hit Em Up" begins to play. "Gangsta" Jimmy Walker and Da Playa, the team known as the "Elite from the Street" emerge from the entranceway to a much nicer reaction to the crowd. The two men are followed by "O.G." Charlie Thomas. The three men slap hands with the fans and you can actually see a few "Elite" signs in the audience. DP and Walker jump into the ring while Thomas takes a spot next to their corner on the floor. All four men attach the bull ropes to their wrists at the bell rings.

PDJ and Walker are attached to one bull rope and Tyrant and DP the other. The two teams converge and immediately begin to hammer away at each other. DP backs Tyrant into one corner while PDJ backs Walker into the other. DP begins stomping on Tyrant while PDJ nails Walker with reverse knife-edge chops. The men then whip their opponents out of the corner and Walker levels Tyrant with a clothesline. DP jumps up to the middle turnbuckle and flies off with an elbow drop as Walker is pulled back into the corner from the bull rope by PDJ.

DP Picks up Tyrant and goes for an Irish whip but Tyrant reverses it. DP bounces off the ropes, ducks down low and Tyrant leapfrogs over him. DP stops short, pulls the rope tight and causes Tyrant a great deal of discomfort as the rope makes contact with his nether region. PDJ has the rope wrapped around Walker's throat. He is trying to choke the bigger man out.

DP sees this and runs over. He grabs PDJ and nails a belly-to-back suplex. DP bridges back and goes for the pin.

1…

2…

Tyrant kicks DP in the head to make the save. Walker unwraps the rope from around his neck and nails PDJ across the back with a double axehandle as he is getting up. Tyrant is on top of DP choking him with the bull rope and nailing him with hard rights. Walker backs PDJ in a far corner and nails a series of shots to PDJ's ribs and kidneys. Walker lifts a knee into PDJ before hip tossing him out of the corner.

Tyrant grabs DP and nails a backbreaker. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle, then stands up to the top rope and flies off with a missile dropkick that nails DP in the face. Tyrant quickly goes for the cover…

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2…

3…No…DP Kicks out.

Meanwhile Walker is using the rope like a whip and he slams it across PDJ's back. You can hear Pimpdaddy scream as whelts pop up on his back. Walker grabs the cowbell and begins scrubbing it across PDJ's forehead.

Tyrant now has DP up for a scoop slam. DP staggers to his feet and backs into the ropes. Tyrant runs at him and clotheslines him over the top and out to the floor. Tyrant quickly scales the ropes and is about to fly off but DP gets back to his feet, yanks the bull rope, causing Tyrant to fall off. Tyrant flies down and lands throat first on the ring railing.

Walker grabs PDJ's arm attached to the bull rope and twists it into a reverse wristlock behind his back. He takes the rope and wraps it tightly around PDJ's torso causing a lot of pressure to be placed on the shoulder. Walker lifts up PDJ for what looks like belly-to-back suplex but drops him to the side directly onto the shoulder. PDJ rolls around on the mat in pain.

DP picks up a dazed Tyrant, pulls on the bull rope, pulling Tyrant into a pump handle position. DP lifts up Tyrant and drops him crotch first across the railing. DP runs back and bulldogs Tyrant off of the railing to the floor. Tyrant is laid out!

Back in the ring, Walker is working over PDJ's injured shoulder. Walker stands and repeatedly stomps on the shoulder and then drops and elbow onto it. Walker extends PDJ's arm and the wraps both legs around it and pulls back trying to hyperextend the elbow. PDJ lets out a scream as both his elbow and shoulder are subjected to a lot of pressure. PDJ refuses to submit but you can see the look of pain on his face. He slowly inches his way over to the ropes and is just able to reach it with his boot. The referee forces Walker to release the hold.

DP has Tyrant backed up against the ring post. DP leaps at him but Tyrant ducks as his opponent makes contact with the steel pole. Tyrant quickly rolls into the ring and then back out on the other side, wrapping the rope around the pole. Tyrant pulls on the rope. The pole acts like a pulley causing DP to be slammed back into the metal pole. You can hear the thud of flesh on steel as DP hits the pole….once…twice…three times. Tyrant lets up the slack and DP crumbles to the ground.

Walker continues to twist on PDJ's arm. He locks on an arm wringer and PDJ's face contorts in pain. Walker whips PDJ into the ropes and attempts a clothesline. PDJ ducks it, swings his legs up and locks on a crucifix. Walker goes over and his shoulders are down….

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2…

Kick out by Walker. It looks like PDJ rolled onto his shoulder as he was going down. Walker jumps up and nails PDJ across the back with a double axehandle blow.

Tyrant picks up DP and rolls him into the ring and then slides under the bottom rope. DP appears semi-conscious. Tyrant carefully climbs up to the top turnbuckle and unloads a shooting star press and goes for the cover…..

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2….

Walker runs over and makes the save. Tyrant and Walker are going at it, exchanging blows. PDJ sneaks up behind and nail Walker with a low blow from behind that doubles him over. Tyrant grabs Walker and nails a single arm DDT. The men of Death Row are now in control.

PDJ stands up DP while Tyrant grabs the cowbell on his bull rope.

WHACK!!!!!!

DP crumbles down to the mat with blood dripping from his forehead. PDJ now picks up Walker and holds him. Tyrant is screaming in his face and begins taunts the man. He winds up with the cowbell but stops. Tyrant has an evil look in his eye. He runs over into the ropes and shoots forward. He goes to nail Walker with the cowbell but Walker ducks and Tyrant nails PDJ's injured shoulder with the bell.

Tyrant is in shock at his mistake as PDJ crumbles to the mat holding his Arm. Walker gives a boot to Tyrant's gut and Picks him up for a devastating powerbomb. Walker grabs the cowbell and nails PDJ in the shoulder. He then grabs PDJ into a pump handle pickup and then hits a shoulder breaker. PDJ's arm is hanging limp. Walker locks on a shoulder breaker submission.

Tyrant staggers to his feet but DP is back up. He nails Tyrant with the cowbell and then wraps the bull rope around his enemy's throat. PDJ is screaming in pain. He tries to grab the ropes. He is almost there. No. Walker arches back and PDJ gives out a shriek as a loud popping sound is heard. PDJ can't take it anymore and taps out.

Winners: "Elite from the Street"

Richard Riley: "That may have been the best match of the night. This rivalry between Death Row and "Elite" is far from over. I'm sure these guys will be meeting many times before this is all over. It looked to me like PDJ may be spending some time on the shelf. That shoulder of his doesn't look very good. Right now let's get down to the ring for a very special announcement from VP Rothschild about the tag tournament and then to our big main event."

"Bulls on Parade" begins to blast throughout the arena. The fans give out a good applause for the well liked and straight forward VP. He rolls out in his wheelchair and waves to the fans.

VP Rothschild: "Before we head on to our super main event, I need to announce the seeding for the upcoming tag team title tournament at Yuletide beating in just two and a half weeks.

The Number one seed will be Death Row. They will receive a bye in the first Round. The will be meeting the winner of the next match which will pair the #4 seed "Elite from the Street" with the #5 seed, the teams comprised of "Detective Dee Brown and Que. The team known as "Surviving Justice!"

In the top of the other bracket, the #2 seed "Natural Criminals will meet the #7 seeded team comprised of Johnny Sledge and Shawn Griffin. The team known as "Corporate Insurrection!" They will meet the winner of the next match which will consist of the #3 seed, the "All Americans" taking on the recently resurrected duo of Rob Riot and Helldorado. They are the team known as the "Riot Squad!"

The preceding matches will all take place at Extreme Measures next Wednesday night with the semi-finals and finals to take place at Yuletide Beatings. Now let's proceed to the main event."

"Terrible Lie" by NIN begins to play and Tommy Grayson explodes from the entranceway followed by his manager, Cindy Rossetti. There is a mixture or boos and cheers as the fans are sort of unclear of Grayson's motives these days. Grayson walks over to VP Rothschild and surprisingly shakes his hand. The music then changes to Marilyn Manson as Suicide King makes his entrance. SK walks over and also shakes hands with Rothschild. Grayson and SK to the surprise of all hi-five and then walk down to the ring together.

VP Rothschild: "Ladies and Gentleman, making their way to the ring, the current EWA TV champion, "The Extreme One" Tommy Grayson. His opponent who is a former North American and TV champion and Cyris's biggest nighmare, Suicide King."

"Welcome to the Jungle" replaces Marilyn Manson and immediately the cheers turn to boos as Cyris and Irish Rebel come out of the entrance. Both men proudly hold up their title belts which causes the fans to boo even louder. Cryis holds up a DI T-shirt and then throws it directly at Rothschild who stares coldly at the Global Champ. Both Cyris and Rebel walk down to the ring almost basking in the negative reaction form the fans.

All four men are in the ring and then a loud boom is heard as the cage begins to lower to the ring. The cage settles in place.

VP Rothschild: "And now for the special guest referee for this match."

For the second time this evening, "Epic" by Faith No More rips through the L.A. Forum. The fans jump to their feet in anticipation of the former Cruiserweight champion and one of the top favorites in the league. You can see Grayson in the ring and he appears very agitated and starts pacing back and forth.

VP Rothschild: "You guessed it! I am proud to introduce to you my good friend! Yes you heard me correctly. The one, the only, the original Johnny Sledge!!!!"

Sledge comes out wearing a sleeveless black and white striped referee's shirt. He stops and listens to the fans cheer madly before heading for to VP Rothschild for a quick slap of hands. Sledge walks down to the ring shaking hands with many of the fans. He walks into the ring and Grayson immediately makes a move towards him. Sledge points towards his referee's shirt and Grayson backs off.

Sledge rings for the match to begin, and the men to start are SK and Rebel. The two circle the ring testing one another out. A few times they attempt to lock up, but whenever they try to lock up one of them pulls back. First SK does it, then Rebel is the culprit. The third time the go to lock SK pokes Rebel in the eyes. Rebel grabs covers his eyes and SK nails Rebel first in the gut with a punch then connects with a forearm to the side of the head. Rebel falls to his knees, but SK won’t let him fall all the way to the mat. He picks him back up to his feet, and takes him over to his corner and tags in Grayson. SK scoops up and slams Rebel to the mat as Grayson sets himself up on the second turnbuckle. SK takes a step back as Grayson hands a jumping fist drop onto the forehead of Rebel. He tags back out to SK, and SK just gives him a dirty look as he reenters the ring.

Rebel is starting to get to his feet but SK doesn’t give him any to regain his composure. He throws him over the top rope and face first into the cage. Rebel stands back up and is facing the cage still. SK runs at Rebel and drop kicks him in the back of the head, thus mashing his face into the cage. Rebel collapses back to the ring apron, and SK stands there and laughs at him.

Cyris tries to sneak up on SK from behind but Sledge sees this and stops him from entering the ring. While Sledge is telling Cyris to leave the ring, SK has pulled Rebel back into the ring and signals for Grayson to come in and help double team him, but Grayson just turns away. SK seems a bit ticked by the actions of Grayson, but he just turns back to pounding on Rebel. Sledge turns his attention back to the two legal men just as Rebel begins to get back to his feet. SK makes a quick tag over to Grayson and hops out of the ring. The two of them continue arguing and that gives Rebel the chance to make go over and make the tag to Cyris.

Cyris takes his time walking across the ring. He asks Sledge which is the legal man in the ring and he tells him it is Grayson. Cyris grabs Grayson and pulls him into the ring by his hair. He lets him go and he drops face first to the mat. Cyris takes a step back, which allows Grayson to get back to his feet. All he does though is clotheslines Grayson back to the mat. Cyris picks him up and throws him off the ropes, and as Grayson comes back toward him he attempts a hip toss but Grayson reverses it into a wicked DDT. Grayson makes the cover, and Sledge takes his time getting into position to make the count.

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3….. NO!!!

Grayson jumps right into the face of Sledge and is about to level him with a punch, but Sledge laughs as he reminds him that if he touches him, he’ll disqualify him on the spot. This gives Cyris the chance to roll up Grayson. Sledge instantly gets into position to make the count.

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2…..

Grayson kicks out!

You can now hear Rebel screaming at Sledge about the speed of the counts, and all Sledge does is shrug his shoulders. Cyris has resumed beating up on Grayson, and has dragged him over to his corner and tags back in Rebel. Rebel sets up Grayson for a vertical suplex, but he situates himself so when he does it Grayson collides violently against the cage.

Rebel picks Grayson right up and he throws him into one of the neutral corners chest first. Rebel catches Grayson out of the turnbuckle and attempts a german suplex. The first attempt doesn’t work, and at the second attempt Grayson begins elbowing Rebel in the side of the head. He gets Rebel to release the hold and he is able to reverse it. He takes Rebel over in the german suplex and now both men are out in the middle of the ring. Rebel gets back to his feet and staggers over and tags in Cyris. In the mean time Grayson was able to crawl over and make the tag to SK.

SK and Cyris are finally toe to toe. They charge right toward one another and get right in each other’s face. The exchange a few pleasantries before they start exchanging lefts and rights. They absolutely pummel one another with punches, and after about ten exchanges they decide to just throw haymakers at one another. SK is the first to try it and he punch sends Cyris reeling into the ropes. He bounces right back to his feet though and this bounce gave him a lot of momentum and he almost takes SK out of his boots with a haymaker of his own.

Cyris leans on the top rope to shake the cobwebs, and just before SK could get back to his feet, Cyris scoops him up on his shoulder and uses his head as a battering ram against the side of the cage. One time though is not enough, and he proceeds to ram SK into the cage three more times. Each time you see a cringe on the face of Sledge. SK is now busted wide open and he is quickly becoming a bloody mess. Cyris is still holding the bloody SK on his shoulder and he just drops him face first onto the top turnbuckle of his corner.

He tags in Rebel and he takes over the beating of SK. The two members of DI seem to be trying to destroy their former compatriot. Rebel backs off a bit and watches how SK tries to get over to his corner to make a tag to his partner. He gets about half way across the ring but Rebel grabs the back of his leg and drags him back to his corner. He tags Cyris back into the ring, and the two of them start double-teaming SK. Sledge demands that Rebel leave the ring. The two of them arguing distracts Cyris enough so that SK can make one last ditch effort to get out of the corner, that being the testicular claw!

SK holds onto it for the length of the argument between Sledge and Rebel, which ends up being about twenty-five seconds. When Sledge turns around, SK is just starting to make his way over to make the tag to Grayson and Cyris is rolling on the mat clutching at the family jewels. SK edges closer and closer to his corner while Cyris begins to get to his feet. Cyris makes the tag and Rebel sprints over to the other side of the ring to prevent the tag, but he was too late and SK finally tags in Grayson. 

Grayson comes in like a house of fire while SK is just leaning in his corner. He nails Rebel with a clothesline and runs over to the DI corner and nails him with a hard shot. He turns around just in time to see Rebel attempt a sledge hammer blow. Grayson nails a boot to Rebel's gut and then picks him up for a powerbomb. Cyris runs into the ring and attempts a clothesline. Grayson ducks at Rebel gets back up to his feet. SK sees this and runs back into the ring.

Grayson runs at Cyris attempting a clothesline of his own. Cyris ducks and Grayson nails SK with the clothesline. Grayson gives a mock look of surprise and then turns around and hi-fives Cyris and Rebel. Oh my God! Grayson is a member of DI. The three men pick up SK and then as a unit run him head-first into the cage. A wicked gash opens on SK's head and blood begins to pour out.

Grayson, Rebel and SK pace around the ring with their arms raised as fans throw cups at the cage. Beer and soda sprays into the ring. SK mustering what is probably the last bit of strength waits for Rebel to walk by and grabs him for a reverse roll up. Sledge counts..

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Grayson nails SK with a boot to the head. Grayson then picks up a semi-conscious SK and applies the edge. SK flails around but doesn't appear to have the strength to resist it. Sledge checks on SK. He raises SK's arm…once….twice…Grayson releases the hold and SK falls to the mat. Rebel picks up SK and positions him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and nails the Irish Pride but doesn't go for the pin. Sledge is yelling at Rebel to pin the man but Rebel just laughs.

Grayson and Rebel both point to Cyris who has a very serious look on his face. He orders the two men to hold up SK. He begins yelling at SK and slapping him across the face. Cyris grabs SK and nails the Death Sentence. All three men place one foot on the unconscious SK as Sledge stares on in disbelief. Grayson yells at Sledge to make the count. Sledge drops down and mercifully counts out a quick..1…2…3.

Winner: Devastation, Inc. via a sickening turn of Events

Rebel and Cyris begin to celebrate with their newest member as Sledge goes to leave the ring, disgusted by the turn of events. Grayson runs over and orders Sledge to raise his arm in victory as well. Sledge appears hesitant but eventually gives in. He raises Sledge's arm in mock victory but then is nailed by a short arm clothesline from Grayson's other arm.

Rebel and Cyris begin to stomp on Sledge who is trying to fight back when the cage starts to raise. The two masked men from DI run down and jump into the ring. Sledge appears to be screwed.

The fans jump to their feet as Shawn Griffin comes running down to the ring. He is followed by Connor Chambers, a very pissed off looking Dee Brown and then finally by Dawgbone who appears to be holding a dog collar and chain. The men jump in the ring and immediately pull the members of DI off of Sledge.

Dee Brown and Griffin go after the two masked men while Sledge who is back on his feet goes after Rebel. Dawgbone begins to stalk Cyris with the chain. Grayson is left alone and he appears very pleased with what is going on. SK some how has begin to stagger to his feet. He has a wild look on his face and tries to wade his way through the mass of bodies to get at Grayson.

Grayson sees this and hops out the ring. SK tries to exit the ring after Grayson but is pulled back into the ring by one of the masked men. Grayson begins taunting SK and begins backing down the aisle. Grayson continues back peddling down the aisle, but stops and turns only to see VP Rothschild sitting in his wheelchair in front of him.

Rothschild begins talking calmly to Grayson who appears incredibly agitated. Grayson begins yelling Rothschild's face. Rothschild continues to try and calm Grayson but the man seems beyond repair. Grayson balls his fists, tells out a scream and unloads a clothesline that knocks Rothschild out of his chair. Grayson begins stomping on Rothschild who for obvious reasons is unable to get up. Grayson continues the beating as security and police officers stream out of the back and grab Grayson. The remainder of the security goes to clear out the ring as VP Ryan comes out with some EMTs to care for Rothschild.

The men of DI are being pulled from the ring and Cyris grabs a DI T-shirt from a ringside fan and then throws it down on Rothschild prone body as he goes by.

Richard Riley: "What a night this has been. I can't even begin to talk about what just happened down in the ring. EMTs are taking VP Rothschild away in a stretcher. I've just been informed to that we are out of time. For VP Rothschild, this is Richard Riley saying good night.