[Fireworks and various other pyrotechnics are shooting off in all directions as the official Friday Night Fever theme is booming across the PA system. Cameras are wildly panning around the arena picking up several noticeable signs and fans. Some of the signs read as such: �Nigga: 187� and �DTD: Don�t Trust a Dragon!�. A few other, in attendance, have gone shirtless and have �IWF 4 LIFE� spelt across their chests. The mood is just right for such an auspicious telecast.]

[Cameras languidly focus in on the announcers booth stationed way up in the arena. There the two IWF commentators sit; Jim Collins and Vince Richards]

Collins: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!!

Richards: That�s right folks, we�re live tonight from Indianapolis and this place is packed to capacity!!! Actually, this arena has been sold out for weeks!! Boy has the IWF�s popularity really spread across the country!!

Collins: It sure has, Vince. I never thought that this federation would truly amount to anything.... but Gerke and the rest of his associates really proved me wrong. I�m just glad to be a part of this show, week in and week out.

Richards: And what a tremendous show there will be tonight!!!

Collins: Absolutely! We�ve got two titles on the line, and a Main Event that you don�t want to miss!!
Who will accompany Hepler and Lukie in their respected corners... you�ll just have to wait and find out!!!

Richards: There you have it. This is shaping up to be a very entertaining two hour evening. Now, to start off the show, we�ve got a Cruiserweight match between two of the Crystal Marines� finest young stars.

Collins: This is going to be a big match for both these guys.

Richards: Let�s meet the competitors.....

PA System: Making his way to the ring, from Phoenix, Arizona weighing in at 198 pounds, and Crystal Marines� representative......... Red Alert!!!!!!!!!

[Sirens blare thourghout the arena as Red Alert appears with Dark Wizard at the entrance. As they make their way to the ring while fireworks go off. They are both sporting the new Crystal Marines T-shirt, and Red Alert is wearing his usual black tights.]

Richards: Looks like the Marines are starting to get serious.

Collins: Just because they got shirts doesn't mean they can wrestle!!!

PA System: And his opponent from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at 177 pounds...........Conehead!!!!!!!!

["Let's Rock" by Smash Mouth blares in the speakers around the arena. Conehead comes out also wearing the new Crystal Marines T-shirt but with white tights. Flash Freak follows him out also sporting the new shirt. And as they make their way to the ring fireworks go off.]

Richards: He is a little bit lighter in weight, but not any lighter heart. This kid has some real potential.

[They shake hands before the match begins.]

Collins: What the Hell is that?!??!?! This is a wrestling match, not a business meeting!!!!

[The bell sounds and Red Alert quickly throws Conehead into the ropes then bends over for a back body drop but he telegraphs the move.]

Richards: Red Alert saw that one coming!!!

Collins: What a devastating DDT!!!

[Conehead, after the DDT, picks up Red Alert and throws him outside to the floor. Then Conehead heads to the top rope for a splash but Red Alert moves and he hit the floor face first.]

Richards: Oh God, what carnage!!!!!!

Collins: His face was already sick to look at, but now its worse!!!!!!

[As Conehead's nose starts to bleed, Red Alert picks him up and throws him into the ring. Red Alert then delivers a massive Power Bomb leaving his opponent in a daze.]

Collins: What a move!

[Red Alert goes for and executes an Atomic Leg Drop to the throat and tries for a pin...... ONE...... TWO........ KICKOUT!!!!!!!!]

Richards: Too close!!!! I don't think Conehead can stand much more with his nose looking like it is!!

[Red Alert picks up Conehead for another power bomb but Conehead reverses it and executes a Frankensteiner.]

Richards: Nice counter there by Conehead to draw back some momentum!!

Collins: Indeed it was, but he may have used up all his energy to execute it.

[Conehead then tries to put Red Alert in a Sharpshooter. But Red Alert powers out of it by kicking him in the butt, knocking him into the ropes. When Conehead bounces back, Red Alert trips him down right on his gory nose.]

Collins: I sure hope that his insurance cares for that!!

[With the advantage strictly in his favor, Red Alert straps on the Johnson Platter.........Conehead winces in pain for a few seconds.... and then gives up unable to sustain the pain.]

PA System: Here is your winner....... RED ALERT!!!!!!!!!

Richards: Good showing for Red Alert!! He is really coming along.
After his surgery, Conehead better go back to his training...... this was not a match to be proud of.

[Dark Wizard and Flash Freak, along with Red Alert come in to check on Conehead's nose. The IWF medical crew gets in the ring to help stop the bleeding. Afterwards, they all head backstage for a further evaluation.]

Collins: Well, maybe these two next competitors will put on a better show.

Richards: This is one match that I�m really looking forward to. These two young top-notch combatants really dislike each other, this should be an interesting fight.

[Inside the Ring]

Kelly Williams: Coming to the ring first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico weighing a lean 283 pounds....... the man who fights against all stables he is............. Captain Mighty!!!!!!!!!!

[Over the PA system "Head Like a Hole" plays as bright flashes of lights show up around the arena. On the Titantron a clip of a guy smashing a skull with a war hammer plays. As everyone is watching, the Mighty One comes out holding up a KLIQ shirt. Then he grabs his lighter and burns the shirt to a pile of ashes.]

Richards: This guy is crazy!!!

Collins: So.....? What�s wrong with that?

Williams: And his opponent representing Da KLIQ from Houston, Texas..... weighing in at 268 pounds....Cyrus "the Virus" Grissom!!!!!!!

["Slither" by Metallica plays as Virus makes his way to the ring. He is wearing Orange prison garb with a unbutton shirt and under neath that shirt is a KLIQ shirt. He is accompanied by his agent Garry Golden who is wearing an expensive Armanii suit and is carrying his trusty briefcase with him. In the Virus's hand is the "Motivator", his police baton. Virus enters the ring and heads to the top rope to pose for the crowd.]

Richards: Cyrus is looking in great shape.

Collins: Must be all the pull-ups he does is his prison cell.

[Captain Mighty and the Virus stare at each other as the Referee Willis goes over the rules in the middle of the ring.]

Richards: Look at the intensity in their eyes!!!!!

[Referee Willis motions for the match to start. The bell rings.]

[They circle around the ring for a few seconds then lock up in a test of strength. Virus manages to throw Captain into the corner.]

[Captain gets right back up and raises his hand to challenge Virus to a Greco Roman Knuckle Lock. Virus accepts the challenge and locks hands with Captain. Mighty quickly takes advantage of the mistake and twist Virus's fingers back. Then he pushes Virus's arm forcing him to the mat.]

Collins: What a technician is this Captain Mighty!!

[Once Virus is flat on his back, Captain let's go of the hold and kicks him in the stomach. He walks around, staring down the crowd, and then picks up his foe. This time he throws Grissom into the corner and rams his shoulder forcefully into his midsection.]

Collins: The Captain�s gameplan seems to be working rather effectively.

[Captain, with the advantage, goes to the top rope to punch Virus in the head. But Cyrus, not fooled by the move, pushes Captain off after one blow.]

Richards: Nice counter by Cyrus Grissom!!

[Captain crashed to the mat hard, and Virus capitalizes by giving out a BIG leg drop. Grissom attempts a pinfall.... ONE........ TWO....... TH........ KICKOUT!!]

Richards: Waaaaaaay too early....... What was he thinking?

[Grissom, wasting a little time, motions to the crowd trying to get them pumped up. That costs him. As Mighty gets up, Virus bounces off the ropes, attempting a bulldog, but the Captain steps aside and trips his opponent. Cyrus hits the canvas face first.]

Richards: Wasting time on this athlete is not a smart choice.

Collins: Yeah Vince, and he paid the price!

[Captain goes back to his well thought out gameplan, as he stomps the leg a few more times. He quickly follows with a devastating elbow drop to the back of the knee.]

Collins: Nice plan!! Take the big man's legs out!

[Captain Mighty picks up Cyrus Grissom and continues to fire away, delivering a series of wicked blows to the midsection. Then, while Virus tries to walk around away from him to catch his breath, Captain comes from behind and kicks the back of the injured knee, sending Virus crashing to the mat in pain.]

[Mighty drags Cyrus over to the corner. Then Captain goes outside to the floor and grabs Virus's legs and pulls him out forcing him to split his legs between the pole. At that point, Captain Mighty rams the injured leg into the pole, not once but three times.]

Richards: Cyrus Grissom is obviously in a heap of pain. I don�t see him lasting much longer.

[At this point in the match, Grissom takes the referee aside to give him a talk. Meanwhile, Virus's agent, Garry Golden, slugs the Captain with the trusty briefcase in the back of the head a few times, nearly knocking him unconscious. He then roles him back into the ring, without the referee noticing a thing. Virus then drags himself over to the laid out body and tries for a pin....... ONE........ TWO............ THR....... KICKOUT!!!!!!!]

Collins: Awful close Vince!!

[Virus, still injured badly, manages to get to his feet. He goes to work on Captain by giving him a few blows to the face and midsection. Next, he hurls Mighty into the corner with such force that Mighty falls flat on his to the mat, knocking the wind out of him.]

Richards: What power by the ex-convict!!

[Virus picks up Captain and throws a few more punches, backing him into the corner. He then heads to the opposite corner and comes running in to do a splash, but Captain again aware of his opponent's move, ramps his shoulder up into him, winding him severely.]

Collins: Smart move, smart move....

[Now Captain, starting to get energy back, goes to the midsection and the legs again with a some fierce kicks. But Garry Golden seeing his wrestler starting to lose it. Jumps on the apron and starts arguing with the Ref.]

Collins: What is he doing?!?!?!

[Captain, getting sick of Golden�s interference, goes over punches him out. But that gives Virus time to recover, and when Captain turns around, Cyrus grabs him and puts him up in the Crucifix.]

Richards: What a spectacular move!!!

[Then Virus tries for a pinfall..... ONE...... TWO....... THR..... KICKOUT!!]

Richards: Nice series of moves by the Virus, but the Mighty One has still got fight left in him!!!!!!

[Virus then picks him up after the pinfall attempt and puts him in a guerrilla press slam. Then tries to hook on the Lion Tamer. But Captain escapes it well by crawling to the ropes.]

Collins: Nice evasion!!!!!!

[Grissom, feeling the end is near, calls for the Unexcapable. He grabs ahold of the Captain and heads to the top rope with his opponent in the rack.]

Richards: Here it comes!!

[Virus heads off the top, but Captain Mighty gets out of the rack hold, and turns into a inverted DDT. Almost completely knocking Virus out.]

Collins: Unbelievable!!!!!

Richards: That was amazing!!!! Only here in the IWF can you see this action!!!!

[Captain, out of breath, crawls over and lays on top of Virus for the cover.... ONE, TWO, THREE!!!]

PA System: Here is your winner......... Captain Mighty!!!!!!!

Richards: What a match!!!!!!!

[Referee Willis raises his arm as Captain Mighty struggles to get to his feet. When he finally gets there, he calls for a mic.]

Collins: Let's listen to the man!!!!!!

Mighty: Look what I did to this little wrestler. Is this the best of what The KLIQ has to throw at me?!?!?!?! If it is I'm really disappointed, and to all you that want a piece of me, I'll unleash swift and brutal justice on you!!!

[Then Captain Mighty grabs the Virus's baton and starts to brutally beat him with it.]

Richards: Haven�t you already beat him enough!?!? This is ridiculous!!!

[Then, all of a sudden, the crowd erupts. From the back appears Mr. Superstar, out to help his friend and fellow KLIQ member, Cyrus �The Virus� Grissom.]

Collins: NOO!! Virus is getting what he deserves!!!

[Superstar hits the ring as Mighty leaves]

Richards: Finally, some justice!!

[Superstar assists the beaten man, and picks up the microphone.]

Superstar: Mighty, you think this is all we got!?!?!?
You think Virus is the BEST we have to throw at you!?!?!?!
Well as far as I know, there is another wrestler in The KLIQ that is just a little better then Virus!! How about the United States Champion!?!!? ME!!!

[Fans go nuts with every word Superstar says.]

Superstar: You want the best..... Well you are going to get the best!!!!!!!!!!
At the next Pay-Per-View, YOU AND ME!!! US TITLE ON THE LINE!!!

[Fans explode with excitement as Captain Mighty comes back out.]

Mighty: Alright punk!!! You got it!!! That US Title is as good as mine!!

Superstar: Oh yeah, and one more thing.......
How about you just....... COME GET..........

Fans: SOME!!!!!!!!!

[Superstar points at Mighty and then calls for some medical assistance.]

Richards: What a shocker!!

Collins: Yeah!!! Superstar and Mighty for the US Title!!!
WE�LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!!!!!!

[Commercial Break]

Collins: Welcome back to IWF Friday Night Fever!!

Richards: Well, right now we�re just about ready to start the Cruiserweight Championship Match.
This match features to fine young competitors. The street-brawling Bitch Nigga and the high-flying satanic superstar.... Dark Star.

Collins: Nice introduction Vince... but no one really gives a damn what you say.

Richards: I�m sure that someone appreciates my insight.

Collins: Yeah, right..... let�s head down to the ring to get this match underway....

[The lights dim down, and Dark Star�s theme song begins to play. As he starts his journey to the ring, sporting his customary attire, there is an abundance of red fireworks shooting off in all directions. In the center of the ring, there is a gigantic pentagram that begins to flash with a dazzling array of bright colors, nearly blinding the entire audience.]

Richards: What a foul being this man is!!

[The lights adjust back to their normal brightness as Dark Star stands in the center of the ring. On the Titantron there appears a large computer-generated image of a chronic leaf, while just as unexpectedly, green confetti shoots out of each of the four turnbuckles. Blazing over the PA System is a new fly joint, the first single off Da Nigga�s new album, a remix to the Superman theme.]

Collins: Hell yeah!! What an ovation for the man from Tha Ghetto!!

[Then, out of nowhere, the No Limit Tank driven by Master P comes out, barreling down the entranceway at full speed. It screeches to a halt and P and the No Limit Crew get out of the mammoth vehicle. Dark Star and the rest of the audience look at the crowd, but Da Nigga is not included in the gang gathering.]

Richards: Where is this hoodlum?!?

Collins: Wait a minute...... LOOK UP THERE!!!

[Leaping down from the rafters on his �Chronic Glider� (A miniature hang glider in the shape of a marijuana leaf) is Da Bitch Nigga. He comes soaring down at such high speed, that he loses control and he comes crashing down on Dark Star, knocking him over in a very awkward position.]

Collins: Like that wasn�t planned....

[Da Bitch Nigga is sporting a pair of Wu-Wear jeans, a No Limit T-shirt, a blue bandanna, a special Superman cape, and of course the usual steel tipped boots.]

[Master P and the No Limit crew climb back into the tank and drive it out of the arena. The referee signals for the match to begin.]

[Quickly, Da Nigga detaches himself from the glider, throws the contraption down on his opponent, and begins to stomp away. The referee immediately gets involved, shoving Da Bitch Nigga aside while Dark Star gets the �Chronic Glider� off of him and out of the ring.]

Richards: What a cheap bastard!!

[Dark Star gets back to his feet and he quickly locks up him his opponent. Da Nigga wins the battle and he whips Dark Star into the ropes to set up a front face slam. He executes the move to perfection.]

Collins: Nice maneuver there by the Champ.

[Da Bitch Nigga kicks his foe over so that he is lying on his back and he follows up with a short series of elbow drops to the throat, attempting to damage his wind pipe. Dark Star rolls in pain, but against his will he is hastily lifted upright and immediately DDTed back to the canvas. Da Nigga goes for the easy win..... ONE...... TWO....... T..... SHOULDER UP!!]

[Da Nigga argues with the ref, but he claims that it was only a two count. This gives Dark Star time to get back to his feet and to begin his assault. First he starts with three quick jabs to the face followed by a swift roundhouse kick, sending his opponent staggering back a bit.]

Richards: Dark Star.... starting to build the momentum.....

[With the crowd on his side, Dark Star clothesline Da Bitch Nigga, not once, but three times right after one another. This series of moves catches Da Nigga in a daze, and Dark Star takes advantage while going for the pin....... ONE......... TWO....... THR...... KICKOUT!!!]

Collins: Damn that was close!! I thought we had a new champion.

[Dark Star, relentless in his attack, picks up his adversary and performs a powerful German Suplex. This particular move is followed by a springboard elbow drop which connects precisely with the sternum of Da Bitch Nigga.]

Collins: This match is clearly in Dark Star�s favor. He better finish this ghetto bastard while he can!!

[Dark Star signals to the crowd as he climbs to the top rope.]

Richards: This should be it.....

[With overwhelming confidence, Dark Star executes a astonishing high-risk maneuver, a 450 degree flip. As he comes soaring down, Da Nigga manages to escape from the target, and Dark Star connects with nothing but canvas.]

Collins: You know they don�t call it a high-risk for nothing.

[The referee begins the count as both men remain still on the mat.]

Referee Willis: 1..... 2....... 3......... 4........ 5............ 6.......... 7........

[Da Nigga gets to his knees and uses the ropes for support as he climbs to his feet. Dark Star also manages to get back up just in time, and the match continues.]

[Taking advantage of his weaken opponent, Da Bitch Nigga, picks up Dark Star and sets him up on the turnbuckle while he gets in position for a Frankensteiner.]

Collins: WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE MOVE BY DA BITCH NIGGA!!!

[The move is successful and Dark Star is flung half way across the ring. Da Nigga shouts and flexes for the crowd, trying to get them pumped up.]

Richards: Listen to this crowd!!

Collins: What is he on? Speed?

[Full of violent rage and fury, Da Bitch Nigga picks up his opponent and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex, drawling the audience to their feet.]

Collins: It�s Chronic Drop time!!!

[Da Nigga, wanting to finish the match, climbs to the top rope and executes the �Chronic Drop� and cover for the......... ONE........ TWO.......... THREE!!!!]

PA System: Here is your winner... and still the IWF Cruiserweight Champion........ DA BITCH NIGGA!!!!

Collins: Listen to this crowd, Vince!!!! What an ovation for Da Nigga!!!

Richards: You�re absolutely right, Jim!! What a match....

Collins: Hell yeah!! But I got a feeling that this next one may be even more exciting!!

[Da Bitch Nigga leaves the arena to a standing ovation, as he proudly holds his belt high above his head.]

Richards: I have just received word from backstage by our director, that Jon Gerke, the President of the IWF, will be conducting a brief interview here in this very ring, any minute from now......

Collins: I think it should have something to do with the upcoming Pay-Per-View....
Here he comes now!! Let�s listen to what Da Prez has got to say.......

[The President of the IWF enters the arena to a deafening and earsplitting ovation from the fans. He is carrying a microphone in his right hand, and is wearing a fashionable Guchi custom-made suit. Da Prez climbs ducks under the ropes and climbs into the ring to conduct the interview.]

Collins: He really is The People�s Prez!!

Richards: Would you shut your mouth and listen to what the man has got to say!?

[Inside the Ring]

Da Prez: Thank you, thank you, thank you. No really, thank you. You all are really the best damn fans in any federation!!

[The crowd goes wild.]

Da Prez: Alright, now you all know that the Pay-Per-View is coming up in just a few weeks, and you all know that I haven�t named the Number One Contender yet. Well, I guess you�re all wondering just whom it will be.......
So.... this is what is going to have happen in order to determine just who will be the Number One Contender......
I�ve decided that at this upcoming Pay-Per-View, live from the United Center in Chicago, Illinois, there will be a triple treat match. And in this treat match, the Number One Contender for the IWF World Title will be crowned. This winner will in turn fight later that night against the defending Champ Ice Man in what would be the Main Event.
Now I�ve thought long and hard about who these three competitors will be, and I feel that they are all worthy of becoming IWF World Champions. Each and every one of them deserves this push. So..... without further ado, I�d like to read you the names of the three men competing in this match.......
The three wrestlers are as follows........
The Doctor.......... Lord of Darkness......... and Happy Lukie.

[As each of the three names are read, the fans burst out in a resounding roar of cheers.]

Da Prez: And now..... LET�S GET THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP UNDERWAY!!!!
Introducing first, the Challenger...... he weighs in at 260 pounds and hails from the Steel City... Here is HORRRRRRRRNET!!!!!!

[Hornet makes his entrance to �Victory�, by Puff Daddy. Flames and other miscellaneous pyrotechnics encircle him as he makes his way to the ring being accompanied by TNT and their manager, Talon. Hornet is wearing a T-shirt with a large red bull�s eye on the front, and the slogan �IWF 4 Lyf� on the back.]

Collins: Hornet looks like he is wearing his usual pissed off attitude. Wouldn�t you say so, Vince?

Richards: Absolutely, he really wants this victory. This would be a huge win in the young successful career of the Hornet.

[The classic �Happy Days� tune begins to play over the PA System as The Fonz enters the arena on his Harley. While he makes his way to the ring, smoke and laser lights help seize the momentum of the crowd on his side.]

Da Prez: And his opponent........ hailing from Reedsville, Pennsylvania, he weighs in at an even 250 pounds and is the defending IWF Television Champion............... he is THE FONZ!!!!!!!!!!!!

Collins: WHAT AN OVATION FOR THE CHAMP!!

[Da Prez collects Hornet�s posse and together they march backstage.]

[DING, DING, DING!!! The match begins.]

[Immediately, right after the bell, Hornet swiftly dives at the Fonz�s right knee, taking him down with authority. While in the position, Hornet pins his opponent down and begins to slug him with a combination of furious rights and lefts. He then rolls the Fonz over and Hornet applies a half crab.]

Richards: Good early tactics by the Hornet.

[After a good amount of stress has been applied, Hornet releases the hold and bounces off the near ropes and returns with a flying drop kick to the upper torso of the Fonz.]

[Once again Hornet goes after the right knee. This time he clamps on a scissors leg lock that causes the Fonz to scream in pain.]

Collins: This man may not be a fan favorite, but he sure is a good wrestler.

[Hornet disengages the hold, and he picks up the Fonz. Wasting no time at all, he Irish whips him across the ring into the ropes. Hornet lowers his head in order to execute a back body drop, but the Fonz, well aware of the move, drives a boot into the face of the Hornet and follows up with a devastating powerbomb.]

Richards: He sure telegraphed that one!!

Collins: Skills aren�t all that great, if you don�t have the smarts to compliment them!! And the Hornet just showed us a prime example!!

[Taking over on offense, the Fonz lays down a series of 3 huge elbow drops to the sternum of the Hornet, weakening his chest region.......... ONE...... TWO.... T...... KICKOUT BY THE HORNET!!!]

[As the Hornet stumbles back to his feet. Patiently, the Fonz gets in good position and at the right moment he spears his adversary right into the turnbuckle, causing his spine to smack uncomfortably against the padding.]

Richards: What is he going to do now?

[The Fonz now starts to feel the pain of his weakened knee, and he clutches it in pain. For a moment it seems as though he won�t be able to continue, but the crowd is right there behind him, urging him to go on. The Fonz abruptly channels out the pain and continues with his plan. He picks up the Hornet and precisely sets him on the top rope while he gets in position for a Frankensteiner.]

Collins: OH!!! WHAT A MOVE BY THE FONZ!!
That must be a new move in the Fonzie Playbook!!

[The Fonz crawls over to his foe and straps on a Figure Four Leg Lock. But the Fonz�s loosened knee buckles, and the Hornet manages to get out.]

[Now on the attack, the Hornet grabs the Fonz�s softened knee and places it on the bottom rope. He stands up and maliciously begins to jump and apply pressure until the referee comes over to break it up. This gives both men time to get back to their feet.]

Richards: I can�t believe that the Fonz can still remain standing after all the punishment!!

Collins: And I can�t believe that there has been only one pinning attempt so far!!

[Slowly, they walk towards each other, both beginning to show signs of fatigue. Hornet and the Fonz lock up. Then, the Hornet goes for a Irish whip, but it is reversed by the Fonz into an Irish whip of his own.]

[As Hornet hits the ropes, the Fonz is right there behind him. Before long, the Hornet finds himself on the concrete outside the ring after a devastating clothesline by his opponent. The Fonz looks at the fans and takes out a comb that was tucked in his tights. He arrogantly brushes the comb through his hair. The audience goes completely insane.]

Richards: The Fonz better concentrate on the match instead of his hair!! You can�t let someone as dangerous as the Hornet out of your site.

[Just as the Hornet is getting back to his feet, the Fonz baseball slides under the ropes and connects with the forehead of his target. The Hornet flies back and hits the steel railing.]

[The Fonz limps over to his adversary and as the fans pat him on the back him lifts up the Hornet and flings him into the steel steps, causing them to tumble over on top of him. The Fonz drags him out from under the steps and tosses him back into the ring as well as a chair.]

[The Fonz sets up the chair in the center of the ring and powerbombs the beaten and bloody Hornet right on the steel.]

Collins: THERE IT IS!! THE SIGNAL FOR THE FONZIE HEADBUTT!!!

[With Hornet still lying on the chair, the Fonz staggers up to the top rope and performs his signature move, �The Fonzie Headbutt�.]

[Just at the last possible moment, the Hornet rolls out of the way, and the Fonz�s skull hits nothing but steel, splitting him wide open.]

Richards: OH MY GOD!!!!!! THE CARNAGE!!!!!!!!!!

[Hornet, lucky to escape, falters to his feet, lifts up the nearly unconscious Fonz, and throws him into the turnbuckle. He takes his time and wipes the blood dripping from his forehead with his forearm. Hornet then kicks his opponent until he is sitting on the ground.]

[As the Fonz collapses to the canvas, Hornet goes to the top rope and comes down hard on the injured knee with a double foot stomp. The Fonz lets out a agonizing scream because of the excruciating pain.]

[With his confidence mounting, the Hornet drags the Fonz to the center of the ring and straps on a Boston crab.]

Collins: This has got to be it.....

[Inch by inch, grip by grip the Fonz, with all his remaining strength, crawls over towards the ropes.]

Richards: Almost there............

Collins: Just a little more...... COME ON!!!!

Richards: HE GOT THEM!!!!

[The referee spots the Fonz�s hand gripped on the bottom rope, and orders the Hornet to break the hold. Reluctantly, Hornet breaks the hold, and he begins to lose his cool.]

[Hornet begins to unleash a furious rage of kicks to the ribs of the Fonz, causing him to cringe in pain. The Hornet, as hot as ever, picks up the Fonz and pummels him into the corner. The Fonz covers his face, only taking a minority of the onslaught.]

Richards: Hornet better be careful how he expends his energy.

[The Hornet maliciously whips the Fonz off the far ropes, nearly connecting with the referee. Nevertheless, Hornet comes charging at his rival and swings with a huge right hook. The Fonz steps aside, and Hornet almost nails the referee, but he catches himself at the last possible moment. He then holds his up to make sure that the referee knows he meant no harm.]

Collins: The Hornet better turn around!!

[Swiftly, the Fonz turns the Hornet around and delivers a wicked front face slam onto the steel chair, putting him out cold.]

Richards: HERE COMES THE FONZ!!!

[As he wipes the blood from off his eyes, the Fonz raises his other arm in the air. The fans respond with a roar of cheers. One last time the Fonz climbs high up the turnbuckle to the top rope.]

Collins: Does he got enough for one more Fonzie Headbutt?

[With all the confidence in the world, the Fonz leaps off the top rope and executes the �Fonzie Headbutt�, drilling the Hornet into the steel chair.]

Collins: YES HE DOES!!!

[The Fonz attempts the cover............. ONE....... TWO............... THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

PA System: Here is your winner...... and still the IWF Television Champion....... THE FONZ!!!!!!!!!!

Collins: WHAT AN UNBELIEVABLE MATCH!!!!!!!!!!!

Richards: Don�t move an inch fans!! We�ll be right back with tonight�s Main Event!!!!

[Commercial Break]

Collins: WELCOME BACK FANS!!!
It�s now time for our Main Event, and I have just been dying to know who these mystery partners will turn out to be!!

Richards: Me too Jim!
Let�s now head down to the ring where the absolutely stunning Kelly Williams will announce just who will competing on the two sides.

[As the lights begin to dim, a spot light shines down on Kelly Williams who is now standing in the center of the ring.]

Williams: Now making his way to the ring..... One half of the United States Tag Team Champions..... Representing Da KLIQ and hailing Montauk, New York..........
He is HAPPY LUKIE!!!!!!!

[Da KLIQ�s theme begins to play as Happy Lukie comes out from behind the curtains. A barrage of fireworks ignite in all directions as he is welcomed to mixed reactions from the crowd. Lukie is wearing a �Happy Time� T-shirt and his classic �Lukie Pants�.]

Collins: I hate this guy...

Williams [Surprisingly]: And his partner... weighing in at 533 pounds... he is the reigning Superheavyweight Champion...
He is THE MUTANT!!!!!!

Richards: WHO!?!! THE MUTANT!?!

Collins: I THOUGHT HE RETIRED!!!

["The Twilight Zone" theme song blasts over the loudspeakers and the Mutant appears. He walks slowly down the ramp, while holding a �Head� and sporting his new wrestling attire. Right before he enters the ring, he shakes the head, trying to draw the energy from the crowd. The Mutant then enters the ring and takes the microphone from Lukie.]

Mutant: What does everybody want?!?!?!

Fans: HEAD!!!!!!

Mutant: What does everybody need?!!?!

Fans: HEAD!!!!!!

[The Mutant then turns to Lukie and gives him a look of confidence.]

Richards: Lukie doesn�t look the least bit surprised. Could this match be rigged?

Williams: And their opponents...
First coming to the ring, weighing in at 252 pounds and hailing from Cressona, Pennsylvania...... He is the former IWF World Champion, as well as a former KLIQ member...
He is MARK �DA SHARK� HEPLER!!!!!

[The fans are going completely crazy, as the Shark storms into the arena. Suddenly, you hear some glass shatter and �Hell Frozen Over� blasts out over the PA System.]

[Mark is wearing his traditional black trunks, black kneepads, black boots, as well as the brand new AKA T-shirt.]

Richards: In the fan�s eyes, this guy is still the World Champion!

[The Shark steps under the ropes and gets in the face of both Happy Lukie and the Mutant.]

Richards: Look at Hepler!! He shows no fear!!

Collins: Yeah, but he has no clue who his partner is!!!

Williams [Raising an eyebrow in shock]: And his partner... Hailing from Tallahassee, Florida... He is the heart and sole of Da KLIQ and the current United States Champion.....
He is MR. SUPERSTAR!!!!!!

[All around the ring there are looks of complete shock.]

Richards: What the......

Collins: I can't believe it!!!
Da Prez is giving Hepler the shaft AGAIN!!!!

["Ghetto Supastar" blares through out the arena as Superstar steps out of the back. The fans are going completely insane.]

[Superstar sporting the new Superstar T-shirt with his usual red and black pants. He gets in the ring, looks at all three men, and then grabs a microphone.]

Superstar: Indianapolis, Indiana......... Superstar in Da House!!!!!

[Superstar and Shark, the former co-leaders of Da KLIQ, turn to each other and look each in the eyes. Superstar turns away and heads to the apron. The Shark prepares to start off the match.]

[The Mutant steps into the ring and the bells sounds. The match begins.]

[Mutant quickly runs right at the Shark, giving him a lariat that knocks him to the canvas. But Hepler, a little if at all stunned, pops right back up and ducks under another lariat attempt. Swiftly, he spins the Mutant around and delivers a wicked DDT.]

Collins: An opponent of this size is nothing new to the Shark. If you do recall... he did fight the biggest wrestler in the history of the sport, Onslaught at Summer Showdown.

[Wasting no time at all, Mark quickly straps on �The Shark�s Bite�, but the Mutant overpowers the smaller man and he crawls to his corner to make the tag.]

Richards: Is he going to make the tag!?!?

[Lukie, a little reluctant at first, finally decides to stretch out his hand for the tag. The fans in attendance let out a round of applause.]

[Immediately, the Shark and Happy Lukie grapple. Lukie wins the battle and he tosses his adversary into the ropes. But Hepler comes back hard and drop kicks Lukie to the mat.]

Richards: DID YOU HEAR THE IMPACT OF THAT HIT!??!

[Mark Hepler does a few elbow drops to the sternum and then heads to his corner.]

Collins: Will Superstar take the exchange??!?!?!

[Superstar fails to hold out his hand, and the Shark is nailed from behind by the big man.]

Collins: Looks like Superstar would rather help Lukie, a fellow KLIQ member, than assist his own teammate!!

[Lukie delivers a devastating tornado DDT and then covers for a pin..... ONE..... TWO..... KICKOUT!!!!!!!]

Richards: What a true competitor the Shark is!!
Once again battling with the odds stacked against him!!

[Lukie, a little frustrated with the Shark�s inability to give in, picks up his opponent and �Happy Bomb�s� him to the canvas, causing the entire him to ring to shake. He steps aside and tags in the Mutant.]

[The Mutant quickly picks up where Lukie left off. He starts by going to work on the back of Hepler by putting him a painful back stretch.]

Collins: There is no way that Mark Hepler can compete with these two mammoth beasts!!

[After a while Mutant gives up on the hold and puts him in a belly to belly suplex. He then tries for a cover......... ONE......... TWO..........T.... KICKOUT!!!!!!!!]

Collins: I DON�T BELIEVE IT!!!

[The Mutant throws Shark into his corner and tags in Happy Lukie. Lukie gets in and drives his shoulder into the Shark�s midsection a couple times, knocking out all of his remaining air.]

[Lukie then drags him out of the corner and executes a beautiful Russian leg sweep.]

Richards: Nice move by the big man, Happy Lukie.

[Lukie then grabs a hold of the Shark, but he begins to fight back with furious anger, delivering several swift kicks to the abdominal region followed by a massive powerslam that expends all of his remaining energy. ONE...... TW.... KICKOUT BY LUKIE!!!]

Richards: Look at the Shark!! He just never quits!!

[The two men hook up and Lukie gains the advantage. Then, with his superior strength, Lukie performs the �Happy Twist� and tags in the Mutant to finish the match.]

[The Mutant heads to the corner and climbs to the top rope. As the Shark lays on the mat, the Mutant springs off, executing a enormous frog splash. He then goes for a pin and the win....... ONE........ TWO......... THR....... KICKOUT!!!!]

Richards: OOHHHH MMYYY GGGOODDD!!!!!!! He kicked out!!!

[Shark is helped to his feet by the legal man, Mutant, as Lukie heads to his corner.]

Collins: How much more can the Shark take?!?!?!

[The Mutant latches on to the shoulder of the Shark and flings him in the unoccupied turnbuckle. Charging at full speed, the Mutant lowers his head and attempts to ram the Shark. But Mark manages to stick out his foot, and the Mutant�s face connects with the leather, breaking his nose.]

[They both start towards to their respective corners, but only Lukie is offering a tag.]

Collins: Superstar hasn't move the whole match!!!!!!

[Shark gets to his corner and looks up at Superstar. As Mutant makes the tag to Lukie.]

Richards: Well, one fresh guy is in!!

[As Lukie gets in the ring Superstar reaches out and tags Hepler. The fans burst into an enormous state of cheers.]

Collins: About time he tagged in!!

[Lukie, stunned at first, doesn�t know what to do, so he gives Superstar Da KLIQ sign. Superstar returns the sign.]

Collins: Oh come on. What is this!??!

[Lukie turns around and gives the KLIQ fans the sign. But as his back is turned, Superstar goes up from behind him and delivers �The Rising Star�.]

[Superstar walks to his corner and tags in a nearly unconscious Mark Hepler. The Shark get in the ring and falls on top of Happy Lukie........ ONE........ TWO.......... THREE!!!]

PA System: Here are your winners....... MR. SUPERSTAR AND MARK �DA SHARK� HEPLER!!!!

[Superstar stays outside the ring at his corner staring for a while at Lukie as Hepler�s arm is raised in the air by the referee.]

Collins: WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?!?

[Paramedics enter the ring and remove the Shark from taking any further damage. Meanwhile, the rest of Da KLIQ make their way into the ring to take part in the festivities.]

Richards: Don�t worry about it Jim. Just listen to what Lukie has to say.

Lukie [Holding out a KLIQ T-shirt]: Mutant, you really impressed me tonight. And so now, I�m will set aside all my differences with you IF, and only if you decide to join us.

[The Mutant backs off to talk it over with the head. He walks back over to Lukie, takes one look at the shirt and another at Da KLIQ. Then, with hesitation, he grabs the shirt and speaks into the microphone.]

Mutant: On behalf of me and the head, we have decided that we will join Da KLIQ.

[Total Pandemonium breaks loose as the Mutant puts on the shirt.]

Superstar: Hey Mutant, looks good. Glad to see you wearing the red and black.
And Lukie, I�m sorry about that �Rising Star� man. No harm intended.

[They hug and the fans cheer.]

Richards: Well, we�re just about out of time.
So, for my partner, Jim Collins, and myself, we wish you: GOOD FIGHT AND GOOD NIGHT!!!

[End of Telecast]