THREE!!!!!! NO!!!!!! He almost got him! But Walters able to kick out just in the nick of time! James: Dag son! He was MADD LUCKY YO! Dima: If Russian Roulette performed the RUSSIAN SUPLEX, this Brian Walters would be finished! Dan: Russian Suplex? Give me a break! Lance glaring at the ref...he felt that should have been a three count. Lance bringing Walters to his feet and he tags in his brother Max. Lance holding Walters from behind as Max climbs the ropes. Max off the top and BOO-YA!!! Double Ax-handle by Max Studd! Walters is down and quick tags and good teamwork has the AICW World Tag Team Champions in control of this one guys! Dima: You Americans THINK you are in control. But in reality, MOTHER RUSSIA is in control! Big brother is watching you know! James: Yeah yo, and if big brother try to set it off on me, I'm gonna PIMP SLAP that fool back to Mother Russia baby!!!! (Takes another sip from his Saint Ides) Damn yo! No more Malt liquor! I'm going to the back and get some more! (James gets up and leaves the broadcasting booth) Dima: Alas! One American down! One more to go! Dan: And James Mack has left the broadcasting area! Max Studd still in control as he brings Walters to his feet. He lifts him up and BOO-YA!!! NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!!! Max with the cover...........one.............two............. THRE.......NO! Walters gets the shoulder up! And Max getting infront of the camera..... Max: That's why we're the tag champs baby! PPD, number one! Dan: The Perfectly Perfect Duo, very confident tonight, as they have been taking the young Enterepeneurs to tag team school! Dima: Heh! Tag team wrestling is pathetic! They could never do this sort of thing to big, strong RUSSIAN athlete! Dan: Max picking up Walters and ROLLUP BY WALTERS!!!!!!!!!!! ONE...........TWO..........THREE!! No!!!!!!! Wow, that was close! We almost had new tag team champions right there Dima! And Max not happy about that as he kicks Walters in the ribs. Max tagging Lance back in and here comes Lance!!! Lance off the ropes and BIG LEG DROP!!!! And Lance on his feet and he's going over to the camera....... Lance: I'm perfect and you're not! Dan: Oh please! Lance all grins as he laughs at big Scott Howard who wants in there! Lance pulling Walters up! He's setting him up for a superkick. Here comes Lance and WALTERS DUCKS AND LOW BLOW!!!!!!!!!! Woah!!!!!!!!!!! I know that hurt! Lance bending over in pain and here comes Walters and NECKBREAKER DROP!!!!! Great move! And both men are down now and they need to make the tag! Lance holding his midsection, and trying to crawl over to make the tag. Walters also trying to make the tag. Lance tagging in Max and here comes Max and OH BOY!!!!! WALTERS TAGS IN HOWARD and Max backing off!!!! Scott Howard coming in and he's hammering away on Max! Howard has Max against the ropes and look at those big blows by Howard!!! Howard with an irish whip to the ropes and BIG POWERSLAM BY SCOTT HOWARD!!!!!!! Howard with the cover............one..........two............ THREE!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!! LANCE GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!!!!!!!! I thought we had new champs right there!!!!! Dima: You Americans do not think! That is why Russia is so superior to you! Dan: Scott Howard bringing Lance back to his feet. Howard picking Lance up in the air!!!! He lifts him up by his arms!!!!!! Here we go annnnnnnnnnnnnnd BOO-YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WALL STREET RUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!! NEW TAG CHAMPIONS RIGHT HERE BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAMON WITH THE COVER.............ONE.................TWO.................. NO!!!! NO!!!! NO!!!!!!!!! Lance Studd kicks out! Wow!!!!! This match is incredible!!!! Max Studd coming into the ring and here comes Brian Walters!!!!!! Four way brawl going on here folks and referee Ramon De La Ceverza has lost all control of this one! Dima: You should not be surprised! Americans have no authority! Dan: WAIT A MINUTE!!!!! HERE COMES THE DYNAMIC DUDES!!!!!! THE DYNAMIC DUDES RUNNING DOWN THE AISLE!!!!!!! THEY HIT THE RING!!!!!! Super Kid Kool over to Max Studd and throws a punch at him!!!!! Wait a minute!!!!!! He didn't even hit him!!!!!!!! Referee Ramon De La Cerveza calling for the bell!!!!!!! (DING DING DING) Andy Burton: The winners of this match, as a result of a disquallification, AND STILL THE AICW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, LANCE AND MAX STUDD, THE PERFECTLY PERFECT DUO!!!!!!!!!!! Dan: The Dynamic Dudes faking an attack on The PPD causing Entrepeneurs Inc to get disquallified!!!!! And The Dynamic Dudes leaving the ring!!!!!! Entrepeneurs Inc just realized hat's going on and MAN ARE THEY PISSED!!!!!! And they are going after The Dudes! Meanwhile Referee Ramon De La Cerveza holding up the hands of The Perfectly Perfect Duo as Samantha hands them the belts! Is there any tag team in the WORLD that can defeat The Perfectly Perfect Duo? Dima: Yes! DIMA and RUSSIAN ROULETTE!!!! Dan: WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!! WHO'S THAT COMING FROM BEHIND PPD???????? THAT'S FRENZY, THE NEW TAG TEAM!!!!! BOO-YA!!!!!!!!! FRENZY FROM BEHIND AND THEY TAKE OUT THE TAG CHAMPIONS!!!!!! And Den and JC Frenzy stomping away on The Perfectly Perfect Duo as Sensuous Samantha grabs the belts and FLEES!!!! JC lifting Lance up and POWERBOMBS HIM TO THE MAT!!!!!!! Dima: Heh Heh Heh! The mighty PPD don't look mighty now, huh puny Dan? [J.C. and Den stand in the middle of the ring, standing over the fallen Perfectly Perfect Duo. J.C. blows a huge bubble with his pink bubble gum, and as he's about to suck it back in, Den takes his index finger, and pops it. The mess goes all over J.C.'s face. [crowd chuckles]] J.C. Frenzy: Dink. [J.C. takes the mic, and begisn to address the situation.] J.C. Frenzy: Well, well..._freakin'_ well. It seems in order to make a name for yourself in the AIWF... [Den Frenzy notices the mistake, and whispers something into his ear.] J.C. Frenzy: That's right...AI _C_W_. Now, what we did was just prove a point that what we say, we do. So Perfectly Perfect Duo, you're no damn exception, _punks!_ [Den grabs the mic, as J.C. wipes some of the bubble gum off his mouth.] Den Frenzy: That's right boieeee. You are looking at the _best_ two way talents in the business, folks. J.C. and myself...we are the future of the AICW, and the tag team world, we are... [J.C. now whispers something into Den's ear.] Den Frenzy: That's right, I forgot...we are the _also_...the future of music. We are, the one, and only...FRRRRRENZY! [The crowd responds with massive cheers. J.C. then grabs the mic.] J.C. Frenzy: Now that we've proven our friggin' point...we gozta get in line for a title shot. Daaaaammnn skippy! [Crowd cheers again. They get louder and louder.] Den Frenzy: So remember peeps...it don't matter who the funk you are...from the New [shivers] Breed, to The Perfectly Perfect Duo, we'll be knockin' at the front door, waitin' to make you a whole hell of a lot lighter, by taken some AICW gold. J.C. Frenzy: So now after our smash hit here... [Frenzy chuckles.] J.C. Frenzy: We be out...we love you Detroit! [Den again whispers.] J.C. Frenzy: Uh...Pittsburg! Goodnight! ["Cooler in My Crotch" starts up, as Frenzy dances around a little, and stand on the second ropes, in opposite corners. The fans seem to love these two abnoxious adolecents. They soon exit the ring, laughing, and slapping an occasional hand.] Dan: Frenzy sending a message to the tag champions as Bad Boy Inc comed down to help out Lance and Max Studd! Now i understand that we have Brandon Yeager standing backstage with Gino Valentini! Take it away Brandon! (The scene opens in the backstage area with Brandon Yeager standing with Gino Valentini and another rather large, unidentified man. Yeager is wearing an AICW denim button-up shirt with a pair of black dress slacks. Valentini is dressed in full ring gear, and the unidentified man is wearing a black sport-suit with a pair of black sunglasses, not showing any emotion whatsoever.) Brandon: Broadcast journalist Brandon Yeager back here with the man who could very well be the next AICW International Champion, Gino Valentini! But Gino, I have to ask you... Gino: (interupting) Excuse me little man, that's Mr. Valentini. Continue... Brandon: I'm sorry, Mr. Valentini, but what I wanted to ask you... Gino: (again interupting) You wanna know who the big guy is, right? Brandon: Well, yea! I think we're all wondering... Gino: (yet again interupting) That's enough, don't say another word! You wanna know who this man is?! Lemme tell ya something, this man right here (pats the man on his shoulder), he's no stranger to these fans here in Pittsburgh! They know who this man is, and they know how big and how bad he is! And being the broadcast journailst that you claim to be Yeager, you should know too! Brandon: Well... Gino: Eh! What'd I tell you?! Now... Brandon: But Gi- I mean Mr. Valentini, what is he doing here with you? Gino: If you would just pipe down and keep your damn mouth shut for five seconds, I'd tell you! Now... This man is John Fucsko. This man has won more titles than you could count, Yeager! He's a former champion in just about any fed you can think of! This man's big enough, and he's sure as hell bad enough to get it done in AICW, but Argie Otero held him back! Well now that "Ms. Otero" is no longer in control, I've taken it upon myself to bring this man into AICW! Brandon: Are you saying that Mr. Fucsko here is going to wrestle for you tonight? Gino: You really are as stupid as you look! You think I've worked as hard as I have to just go and give it up (snaps fingers) like that?! No, no, no... Ya see, Mr. Fucsko is just serving as a little insurance policy for me here tonight. Brandon: Insurance policy? Gino: (looking ignorantly at Yeager) Did I studder? Yes, I said an insurance policy! Do you really think I'm gonna go out there alone against two schmucks that have entire stables backing them up?! Hell no! First, we got Alex Raptor... But you and I both know that it's more than Alex Raptor that I'm fighin', it's the entire damn Firm! Ya see, Raptor knows that he can't beat me on his own, so what's he gonna do? I'll tell ya what he's gonna do... Raptor's gonna have Bates and Muldoon right there behind him! I seen both of 'em in the building tonight, but neither one 'em has a match, so whatta ya think they're doing here?! Use some common sense! They're out for Gino! But ya know what... Can I really blame 'em?! No, I cant... I've made their lives a living hell! I've beat both of 'em in the middle of the ring! Don't you think they'd want some revenge?! Of course they do, I know this! I was inside of The Firm for the longest time, in case you forgot! I know how things work, and that's why Mr. Fucsko is here! If either of those schmucks decide to show their face for MY match, he's gonna take care of 'em! Brandon: OK, so what about AICW International Champion, Chris Del Rio? Should you get past Alex Raptor, you then have to go on and face him for the International Title. Gino: What about Chris Del Rio? He's got his boys too... The 'Prise, right? Troy Walcott comes out, talkin' about how we're still boys, and he talks about how he's gonna keep the 'Prise outta this one. Well lemme tell ya something... I trust Troy Walcott just about as far as I can throw him! And once again, that's why Fucsko's here! If the 'Prise decides that they wanna stick they're noses in my business, he'll take care of 'em, and I can continue going about my business of dropping "The Ultimate Male" on his head, and strapping that AICW Interntional Championship belt around my waist! Let's go big man! (Gino slaps Fucsko on the shoulder, and with that, both men leave the area...) Brandon: Gino Valentini, prepared for tonight! He's my pick to walk out with the International Title tonight! Now back to you guys at ringside...