Wednesday 9th April
Live from the Molson Centre, Montreal, Quebec

The Genesis preview tape plays, recapping the events of last weeks show, as Rude Boy makes his debut and attacks Scottie Rayda. As a shot of Rude Boy fades, the shot focuses on the darkness inside the Molson Centre as the crowd anticipate the beginning of the show. A bright turquoise firework drops from the roof, crashing onto the stage and exploding, igniting a pair of wires and leading to the top corners of the titantron. Sparks explode upwards the length of the wires, and as they hit the top three fireworks race between them and towards the sky, exploding over the crowd and bathing the arena in bright white light. The lights come half on as strobe lights begin to flash around the arena, the fans standing in unison and waving their signs in the air with a cheer!

Dean Nathaniel; Good evening, and welcome to Montreal! We are live from the Molson Centre, and tonight we have one hell of a main event! Four of Creation Wrestling's tag teams step into the ring, as Enclosure and The Super Dudes team up to take on The Bane-Shees and Gamblers Anonymous in our very first eight man tag team contest!

Robert Purcell; Forget that, Dean - tonight there is an Australian with a score to settle!

Dean Nathaniel; Indeed there is, last week Rude Boy made his long-anticipated debut here in Creation Wrestling, but who will Scottie Rayda target - will he wait for Rude Boy himself, or will Rayda take out his frustrations on El Kabong Jr?

The lights go completely out, and lightning strikes on the big screen as "Awake" by Godsmack hits. Fire shoots up, and Chris Ponger appears on stage as though he were coming out of hell. Green and red lights surround the arena and ring as Ponger walks down the ramp, and jumps onto the apron. He climbs into the ring and stands on the turnbuckle, posing to the fans as the lights come back on. The crowd gives him a great reception on his debut!

Dean Nathaniel; The fans are on their feet here, welcoming one of Creation Wrestling's newest superstars, Chris Ponger!

Robert Purcell; He won't last long! Lighthouse is gonna show him what Creation Wrestling is all about, and I doubt Ponger will like it!

The lights go out and "The Man Without Fear" hits the speakers, followed by a flash of green light throughout the arena. Pyro shoots from the stage as JX Lighthouse walks out, closely followed by Jodie Jackson and his manager, Matt Lanegan. They walk to the ring without making a fuss, and face Ponger as the crowd show what disdain they have for him.

Dean Nathaniel; Well you have to wonder about Lighthouse's state of mind here, following his little exhibition last week. There's probably still one or two screws loose in that head of his.

Robert Purcell; That's what Matt and Jodie are here for - security!

The bell rings, and the two men lunge at each other. Ponger looks to make the impact here in his debut, throwing Lighthouse to the mat violently, before stomping away on him as the fans cheer. Ponger then picks Lighthouse up and rams his forehead into the turnbuckle a total of ten times, as the fans count along. Ponger lets go of Lighthouse, who staggers back into the center of the ring holding his face, before Ponger again grabs him and takes him to the mat with a snap suplex. Ponger gets back to his feet and goes to pick Lighthouse up off the ground, but Lighthouse cuts him off with a low blow, followed by a few stiff uppercuts to the chin. JX Lighthouse springs to his feet and takes Ponger down with a spinning heel kick.

Robert Purcell; What a kick! Lighthouse is as quick as a cat covered in grease!

Dean Nathaniel; Grease doesn't have that effect, Robert.

Robert Purcell; Try telling Ponger that!

As a slightly dazed Ponger gets to his feet, Lighthouse makes his way over to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle and waits for Ponger to get onto his feet. As Ponger does so, Lighthouse comes flying off the top turnbuckle and hits him with a missile dropkick, which sends him crashing right back down to the mat. The crowd jeer as JX Lighthouse goes for the pin, but Chris Ponger manages to get the shoulder up long before the count of three can be made. Ponger tries to get back to his feet, but Lighthouse keeps him grounded with a series of kicks to the ribs. JX then drags Ponger to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Ponger, however, manages to reverse the whip into a short clothesline, which sends Lighthouse stumbling to the mat. The crowd react with a cheer.

Dean Nathaniel; I guess Lighthouse's stunt lives short in the memory for these fans!

Robert Purcell; They just like seeing him get hurt. Talk about your bunch of heartless bastards.

Ponger then picks JX up, steps behind him and sends him crashing back to the mat with a huge German suplex. JX lies folded up on the mat, as Ponger plays up to the cheering crowd. Ponger turns his attentions back to JX Lighthouse, then picks him up and hurls him over the top rope and to the floor. Lighthouse hits the concrete with a thud as Ponger climbs out onto the apron and looks down on his fallen opponent, staggering back to his feet. As JX returns to a standing position, Ponger comes leaping off the turnbuckle, hitting him square between the eyes with a huge, bruising double axe handle. Lighthouse falls back to the arena floor, holding the top of his head in pain, but a relentless Chris Ponger drags him back to his feet and whips him into the nearby steel steps. Lighthouse hits the steps head-first, and crumbles to the floor as Ponger takes a moment out for a breather.

Robert Purcell; What? Thats allowed? The referee is just gonna let him do that?

Dean Nathaniel; Sit down, Robert.

Jodie Jackson and Matt Lanegan help JX Lighthouse back to his feet, helping him back into the ring. Ponger quickly follows, pushing Matt and Jodie aside as he slides back into the ring. Ponger waits for Lighthouse to get to his feet, then lunges at him with a standing side kick, but Lighthouse manages to duck the move and counter with a dropkick, which sends Ponger staggering back into the ropes. Lighthouse flips back to his feet and runs at Ponger as he staggers out of the ropes, and brings him crashing to the mat with a tornado DDT. Lighthouse goes for the pin, but Ponger just manages to get his left shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Robert Purcell; Ooh! Nearly, nearly! JX is getting closer and closer to that elusive victory!

JX Lighthouse, looking a little frustrated, turns towards Lanegan and Jackson for advice, but it only gives Ponger the opportunity to come up from behind and roll him up with a school boy. The referee counts, but a stunned JX Lighthouse just manages to kick out at the very last tenth of a second. Ponger holds his head in his hands, as the crowd let out a groan. Both men get to their feet, and Ponger runs at Lighthouse, but JX takes him down quickly with an armdrag. Lighthouse runs over and floors Ponger with a DDT, then stands up and looks around at the fans, who jeer him as Lanegan and Jackson beckon him to finish it off. Ponger picks himself up again as Lighthouse walks over quickly, but he finds himself floored with The End Of All! Ponger almost knocks Lighthouse clean out with the superkick, then looks towards the turnbuckle as the fans cheer, knowing what's coming!

Dean Nathaniel; JX Lighthouse walked right into that one, and Ponger is taking full advantage! It could be time for The Whatever!

Ponger walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up, looking down on Lighthouse. Matt Lanegan jumps onto the apron in a desperate attempt to distract Ponger, but Chris just kicks him back to the floor and sails off the top with The Whatever! He comes crashing down onto Lighthouse, before coming back and making the cover for one, two, three! The crowd cheers, and Ponger has his arm raised by the referee as he defeats JX Lighthouse in his debut match!

Dean Nathaniel; So JX Lighthouse's winless streak continues, but Chris Ponger debuts with a win tonight at Genesis, and an impressive one, I might add!

Robert Purcell; Talk about kicking a man when he's down, Lighthouse's brains are probably still scrambled from those ten chairshots he took last week! And for what? These fans couldn't care less!

As Ponger walks away from the ring victoriously, we see Jeff Maverick and Ethan Sebastian entering the arena. The crowd jeers as they come in, walking through the corridors.

Dean Nathaniel; These two are set to team with The Bane-Shees later tonight, a team they had a little trouble with last week - of course, until The Bane-Shees gave them what can only be described as a drunken hand in their match with The Super Dudes.

Sebastian and Maverick turn a corner and come to a door reading 'Gamblers Anonymous'.

Jeff Maverick; Cool, our own dressing room.

Ethan Sebastian; Yeah, I won it from The Bane-Shees in a bet. Cool or what?

Sebastian opens the door and walks in, Maverick following. Suddenly we hear someone shout "What the?" from inside the locker room, and the sound of two chairshots on the inside of the door. We hear a bit more thudding around from the locker room, before the door opens and Kid Kaos walks out with a chair in his hand!

Kid Kaos; Good luck tonight boys!

Kaos walks away, and the camera zooms into the locker room to show Sebastian and Maverick laid out on the floor, nursing their heads in pain. We now see 'White Hot' Walt Houston getting ready for his match, chatting with 'Sexy' Steve Sanders.

Walt Houston; ...and that's when I said, "Tomato? That's barely a cucumber!"

Steve Sanders; H-ha ha h-h-ha! Th-that's f-f-funny!

Suddenly Emma Hanson places herself directly between Houston and Sanders, as if Steve wasn't even there, and sticks the microphone, as well as a couple of other things, right up towards Houston.

Emma Hanson; Hello, Walt!

Walt Houston; Miss Hanson! What a surprise! How can we help you?

Emma Hanson; Well, you could help me by giving me that personal in-depth interview I asked for a couple of weeks ago.

Walt Houston; Oh, that. Sorry, Emma, but things were really hectic with Kabong losing the pay-per-view and all...but I can give you an interview right now, if you'd like?

Emma Hanson; Mmmmm....I'd love that...your place or mine?

Walt Houston; Huh? I just figured we could do it right here!

Emma Hanson; Right here? In front of all the cameras?

Walt Houston; Isn't that the point?

Emma Hanson; That's so...dirty! Okay, it's a deal!

Walt Houston; Okay, fire away!

Emma Hanson; Huh?

Walt Houston; Well, an in-depth interview usually consists of you asking me the questions, right?

Emma Hanson; ...you're not catching my drift at all, are you?

Walt Houston; Why? Did someone leave a door open?

Emma Hanson; Nevermind. I might as well get something out of this fiasco...so...what are your thoughts on The Bane-Shees and Gamblers Anonymous?

Walt Houston; Don't you mean the Lame-Shees? Get it? I make fun of their name...and call them lame! Double score!

Steve Sanders; Y-yeah! R-r-rock!

Emma Hanson; A-ha. I see.

Walt Houston; But seriously, Emma, I think tonight is the perfect opportunity for the Super Dudes to advance their spectacular one win hot streak to a two win hot streak! And it'll look even better when we beat not only the Tag Team champs, but the contenders for the title...again! Now, I'm not much of a betting man, but I would say that puts the odds in The Super Dudes' favor!

Emma Hanson; So you're not at all afraid of Billy the Brilliant or Kris Kraven?

Steve Sanders; B-b-billy The Br-brilliant s-s-s-sucks!

Walt Houston; You hear that, Emma? Even Stevie thinks Billy sucks. No offense, Steve...

Steve Sanders; N-none tak-k-ken...

Walt Houston; But really, you got Billy talking about his Kapooie Juice or whatever and saying Brilliant this and Brilliant that...well you know what would be really brilliant? Him shutting up! I've smelt the brilliant bomb, and it stinks!

Steve Sanders; P-p-p-pee-ew!

Emma Hanson; And what about your partner, El Kabong Jr? Does he share your sentiments?

Walt Houston; Hey, me and Kabong are on the same page as always! Why? Because, like our generic, marketable catchphrase implies, we soooooo rule!

Emma Hanson; Where is your elusive and controversial partner, anyway?

Walt Houston; Right now, he's got other business to attend to...but believe me this, Emma...when the bell rings for this main event, The Super Dudes are going to be all about winning!

Steve Sanders; Y-y-yeah!

Walt Houston; C'mon, Stevie! Let's go get a ham sandwich!

And with that the two-thirds of the Super Dudes make their leave of Emma, who shakes her head sadly...

Emma Hanson; I wonder how poor Katie takes it...still, nice bum on the big one...

As we cut back to the arena, the fans cheer the goings-on backstage, before the arena plunges into darkness as "Droppin' Plates" by Disturbed hits the speakers. The arena is rocked by a tidal wave of jeering, as Scottie Rayda strides out onto the stage. Twin pyros shoot from the top of the ramp into the upper reaches of the arena, as Rayda heads toward the ring. Rayda rolls under the bottom rope, before climbing the turnbuckle and sarcastically taunting the fans. He shouts for a microphone.

Dean Nathaniel; I imagine Scottie will be out here to confront Rude Boy, following last weeks events.

Robert Purcell; He does not look happy. There's a lot of rage you can pent-up in a week.

Scottie Rayda; You know I quite enjoy being the Creation Heavyweight champion. There are a few perks. You get the big dressing room, you get a bit of a bonus on your salary, and you're the franchise player of the company. However, all of that comes at a price. Expectations rise. When you're the champion, people look at you like you're unbeatable. They expect you to walk all over the competition, to win every match you're put into. Now I'll be honest...

Dean Nathaniel; A moment of humility here from the champion?

Scottie Rayda; I'll be honest and say I'm more than comfortable with that. Hell, I know I have what it takes...hence why this title is wrapped very comfortably around my waist. But unfortunately, it seems that there is someone out to ruin my reputation...and that someone is Rude Boy.

The crowd sparks up at the mention of Rude Boy, starting up a chant. Rayda looks out on them in disgust.

Scottie Rayda; Yeah, him. Last week he cost me a match, a match I had more than a fair chance of winning, and against Marcello Dias! This is a man who - only three nights earlier - was beaten in the semi-finals of the International championship tournament! Did he deserve to win? No! Did he even deserve to be in that ring with me? No! But nevertheless, he picked up the one, two, three, and all thanks to Rude Boy!

Another chant kicks up, angrying Rayda further.

Scottie Rayda; Well you know what Rude Boy, since you think it appropriate to stick your nose in my business, I'm going to give you a real opportunity to do it. At the pay-per-view. That's right Rude Boy, I'm making a challenge - me and you, one on one!

Suddenly, music hits, but rather than The Vines, it's the theme music of El Kabong Jr! The luchadore appears out on the ramp, with the fans greeting him with a chant of "Rude Boy!". But this time, the chant visibly upsets Kabong, and he tries to quiet the chant down, which gets a small amount of boos from the crowd. Kabong grabs a microphone and points at Rayda.

El Kabong Jr; Senor Rayda...you and me had a quite a feud going on the past few weeks, one that had just recently cooled down...but never did you insult me then, as you have just now! Yes, I did say that I was not interested in a rematch for the Creation Heavyweight belt...that I wanted to move on with my career, instead of trying to correct rookie mistakes. But to challenge Rude Boy at the pay-per-view, and not El Kabong Jr? The man who rightfully earned his shot at the belt? The man who stood against you and almost beat you? You have the audacity to forget all about me? Well now you have renewed my hatred for you, Senor Rayda. No more of the funny stuff. You want Rude Boy? You have to settle your score with me first!

The fans are confused as to whether or not they should cheer or boo, and a strange mixture of both is heard, again to the upset of El Kabong Jr.

El Kabong Jr; Amigos! Por favor! I'm not saying that Rude Boy isn't a great wrestler, but the joke has gone far enough! Especially now, since I am the one who has been working and toiling in this federation for the past month, while he lived off the notority of being me! Well, now it's my turn! I want my own fame, not the fame of possibly...not really being Rude Boy! So Rayda, I'm challenging you for a rematch at the pay-per-view...with this one exception! Since you just can't get away from bending the rules in every match you've been in...then the only solution is to have no rules in this rematch! That's right, Rayda! I want a shot at you and your belt, No DQ! You understand that, senor? Take some time to think about it. Yo soy un patient man. But I will be waiting anxiously for your response...ole!

Kabong's music hits, and he throws the microphone down. He looks up at Rayda, who glares back at Kabong with an icy stare as the luchadore walks off the stage. We cut backstage momentarily, where Katie Robinson waits outside Justin England's office.

Katie Robinson; I am waiting here for Justin England, awaiting his response to what we just saw, and I have word he will be...

At that moment, England cuts Katie off, opening the door and stepping out of his office.

Katie Robinson; Justin, moments ago El Kabong Jr made a challenge to Scottie Rayda for a No DQ rematch at the PPV. Given how we have seen Rayda and Kabong face off on pay-per-view already, would you be willing to allow this match to go ahead?

Justin England; Katie, I'm not going to meddle. Obviously it would be in the company's interests to allow someone else to face Rayda, but the challenge has been made. If Rayda accepts it, then so be it.

Katie Robinson; But what of Rude Boy?

Justin England; What of him?

Katie Robinson; Well last week he attacked Scottie, so it's feasible that - if he is indeed his own person - he may challenge Rayda.

Justin England; That's up to him. As I said, I'm not going to meddle in their business. However, I do have an announcement to make. Since Marcello Dias defeated Scottie Rayda last week, both myself and Kennedy Wilson feel it is only fair that he should recieve a title shot.

Katie Robinson; Will he be getting a shot at the Heavyweight title?

Justin England; Oh, I dare say he may do at some point in the future, but not tonight. Tonight Dias faces the International champion Miami Missile, and it is due to that that we have decided Marcello Dias will recieve a shot at the title tonight. Now if you'll excuse me.

England walks back into the dressing room, and the crowd cheers at the announcement of a title shot for Dias.

Dean Nathaniel; Well there you go, Robert, Dias has a title shot! I wonder how Miami will react to this news?

Robert Purcell; How is that fair? He lost at the semi-final stage! If anything, Bane should be getting a shot!

Dean Nathaniel; You could argue that point, but I would say Dias has more than evened up to Bane after defeating Scottie Rayda. He beat the Heavyweight champion, and that is not a feat easily...

Suddenly the lights go out in the arena, and the titantron goes black. Words begin to flash across the screen in big letters, reading "Total Annihilation...Lethal Confrontation...Corruption Will Cease To Exist...TLC; Change You Want, Change You'll Get, and We're The Ones To Bring It To You!". The words fade away as the screen goes back to normal, and the lights go back on.

Robert Purcell; What is that?

Dean Nathaniel; I don't know, but that's two weeks in a row...whatever it is, the crowd seems as intrigued by it as we are!

The lights dim slightly, and immediately red and white lasers flash from the entrance at the top of the stage. Just then, System Of A Down's "Chop Suey" kicks in. The bright laser work blocks the detail as a man steps out from the back. The light work stops, and reveals Xaiver Xiang standing there with his arms wide open as the crowd buzzes. Xiang's face is unfazed by the reaction of the crowd as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Every time the song comes to 'Wake Up!', the crowd sings along with it. Xaiver slides into the ring and quickly runs to the second rope turnbuckle with his arms wide open, then backflips into the ring and lands on his feet.

Dean Nathaniel; Xavier looks pretty confident here in his Creation Wrestling debut, but he's up against one of our more intimidating superstars here tonight, Robert. This young rookie is gonna have to work hard if he wants to earn the win!

Robert Purcell; Thats right, he's going up against the greatest unstoppable force walking, Dean, and I get the feeling Seven is going to walk all over his opponent here tonight.

"Stupify" by Disturbed hits, and the lights in the arena go out. Flames burst up from the entrance ramp, and Seven walks slowly down to the ring, concentrating focus on his next 'victim'. He gets onto the apron and steps over the top rope and immediately goes after his opponent, prompting the match to start. Seven runs right into a spinebuster from Xaiver, sending him crashing to the mat much to the delight of the fans. Xaiver keeps up the offense, stomping away furiously on the grounded Seven, before dragging him back to his feet and whipping him into the ropes.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think Seven saw that coming!

Upon his return, Seven is again sent to the mat thanks to a dropkick from his opponent. Xaiver then goes for the pin, but can only manage a one count as Seven throws him off the top of him with ease. Both men quickly get to their feet, Xaiver runs at Seven, but this time Seven knocks him down with a shoulder block. Seven waits in the corner for his opponent to get to his feet before running at him and again knocking him down, this time with a hard hitting spear.

Robert Purcell; Ouch! Xaiver almost got speared outta his boots there!

Dean Nathaniel; What strength from Seven. He nearly cut his opponent in two!

Seven stays on top of his opponent, hitting him with a series of powerful punches right to the side of the head as the crowd jeer. After a few more stiff punches, Seven gets to his feet and looks down menacingly on his foe before looking out at the jeering crowd with malice evident in his eyes. Seven drops to his knees beside Xiang and begins to strangle him. Luckily for Xaiver though, the referee breaks up the hold straight away and backs Seven into the corner. Xaiver slowly begins to get to his feet and staggers over to Seven. Seven grabs him by the head and rams his skull hard into the top turnbuckle. Xaiver falls to the ground, holding his head in pain, but a relentless Seven picks him right back up again. Seven grasps his opponents throat, lifts him high up into the air and brings him crashing back down to the mat with a devestating chokeslam which silences the crowd.

Robert Purcell; It's over! It was good of you to show up, Xaiver!

Dean Nathaniel; This could be curtains!

Seven goes for the pin but the crowd let out a cheer as Xaiver gets his shoulder up just before the count of three can be made. Seven looks at his opponent in surprise before getting back to his feet and complaining to the referee of a slow count. Seven pushes the referee down to the mat, shaking his head as he turns his attention back to Xaiver Xiang. Seven goes to pick his opponent up, but is cut off by a low blow. Seven doubles over and Xaiver hits him with a flurry of punches before springing to his feet and running into the ropes. With Seven reeling, Xaiver comes flying back off the ropes and hits him with a flying cross body.

Dean Nathaniel; Good move there from Xaiver, he's putting up a great fight against one of the largest men in Creation Wrestling!

The crowd cheer Xaiver on as he springs to his feet and signals that the end is near. He picks Seven up off the mat and attempts the X-Factor. However, Seven knocks him right back down to the mat with a strong clothesline. Xaiver barely hits the mat and Seven drags his back up to his feet. Within a flash, Seven lifts Xaiver into the air and sends him crashing back to the mat with his Redemption finishing move. Xaiver smashes hard into the mat and the crowd let out a groan as Seven looks around at them with hatred expressed on his face. He then drops down to make the cover to Xaiver for the one, two, three!

Robert Purcell; It's over! Just like that! Seven has claimed his next victim here tonight on Genesis!

Dean Nathaniel; It was a good attempt though from Xaiver and I'm sure he shall be a big player in the future!

The crowd let out a jeer as Seven gets to his feet and looks down on Xaiver with an evil smile. The referee tries to raise Seven's arm in victory, but the big man pushes him away. Seemingly without a reason, Seven begins to stomp away on the fallen Xaiver Xiang, much to the crowd disgust. Seven rolls out of the ring and over to the announcers desk where he grabs a steel chair. He snaps the chair shut and throws it into the ring before climbing back in himself. Seven picks the chair up and looks down on Xaiver who is by this time slowly getting to his feet. Seven stands directly behind Xaiver and waits for him to get back to his feet before lifting the steel chair high above his head and bringing it smashing down over the skull of Xaiver as the crowd let out a gasp. The sick shot sends Xaiver falling back to the mat.

Dean Nathaniel; Was there really any need in that?

Robert Purcell; Of course there was! This is Seven establishing himself as the greatest unstoppable force walking!

Seven isn't done yet though. He brings the chair crashing down over the back of Xaiver several times as the crowd begin to boo more loudly. Those boos suddenly turn to wild cheers though as Shane Ryder comes sprinting down to the ring. He slides into the ring and runs right for Seven. Seven swings the chair but Shane ducks under it and springs back up, hitting Seven with a jumping side kick which sends him staggering into the ropes, dropping the chair in the process. The two men begin to brawl toe to toe, hitting each other with everything they have as the crowd cheer on for Shane Ryder. However, things are halted as the Creation Wrestling security staff finally make their way to the ring. The security members get between Seven and Ryder and split things up, as harsh words are exchanged. We head backstage once again, where Miami Missile and Sarah Summers arrive at the arena, with Van Halen following them. The crowd cheer as they walk through the corridors. A roadie runs up to them quickly.

Roadie; It's about time you got here...quick, follow me.

Miami and Sarah look at the roadie puzzledly, but follow him quickly anyway. They get to Miami's locker room, and as they open the door, they find the room lit only by long, red candles. A wreath sits on a stand in the middle of the room, reading 'Best Regards'. The roadie looks at Miami with concern, and Sarah looks fearful.

Miami Missile; You see who did this?

Roadie; No, but a few people have said they saw a guy in a trenchcoat hanging around, looking suspicious. He didn't speak to anyone - just came and went quickly, about a half hour ago. If I were you I'd hire some security or something.

Miami Missile; Okay...thanks.

The roadie walks off, and Miami walks into the room. He flicks the light on, walking over to the wreath. He takes it off the stand and tosses it to the ground, putting out the candles as Sarah and Van Halen look on.

Sarah Summers; You know who did this, don't you? I told you, I told you not to get involved with The Black Circle! What if he comes after us, Rob? What if he tries to kidnap me again? Or even Van Halen?!

Miami looks at Sarah with slight concern, standing up and walking over to her.

Miami Missile; Don't worry about it. I'm gonna go and ask a few questions. Just stay here and keep the door locked.

Miami walks out of the locker room, and Sarah locks the door behind him, turning and looking at the wreath in fear. We cut to the parking lot, where a few security men stand around, more so than usual. A car drives towards the entrance of the arena, parking out front. The security men converge around it, and the door opens. Rude Boy steps out, to an enormous cheer from the crowd.

Robert Purcell; Huh?

Dean Nathaniel; How do you explain that, Robert?

Robert Purcell; I have no idea.

Dean Nathaniel; I guess he and El Kabong Jr may well be different people after all!

Robert Purcell; Nah...there's definitely something suspicious about all this.

Rude Boy walks towards the entrance with a smile, and we cut to backstage, where Bane and Chris Cairns are sitting around what appears to be the refreshment area. Chris Cairns is seen standing in front of a mirror, stroking a bit of hair between his eyes with an irritated look on his face. He turns and sits down as The Bane-Shees HQ banner hangs on a soda machine, where Billy The Brilliant tries to feed in a note. Kris Kraven sits in the corner quietly, as Chris casts an icy stare in their general direction.

Chris Cairns; Only those idiots could lose our f**king dressing room on four aces.

Bane; I know!

Chris Cairns; Where am I supposed to change for the second part of my Vice Challenge later?

Bane; I saw a couple of portaloos on the way in.

Chris Cairns; F**k that. I tell you, it's a good job I'm in a good mood. All of our 'rejeuvenating' reminds me of the old days.

Bane; I had an idea of my own for that.

Chris Cairns; Just make sure you keep my new sweater out of it. I bought this yesterday from the Army stores...came with a free air rifle. I swear, the next time those two mess up they're losing a kneecap.

Bane; So since you're doing this whole 'Vice Challenge' thing, I figured I should do my part.

Chris Cairns; Which is?

Bane; Taking out the one man who has pinned my shoulders to the ground.

Chris Cairns; Excellent...

We hear a crash out of shot, and as we turn to see, Billy The Brilliant is stuck under the vending machine, which has fallen on him. Kris Kraven is trying to lift it off him, as Billy shouts for help. Chris shakes his head, and the two walk across to help as we cut back to the ringside area. The lights slowly dim down to black, as an eerie silence falls over the crowd. The sounds of far-off footsteps are heard for a moment, and all of a sudden an image of a tidal wave tears through the big screen, as the lights rush back on. "Surfin' USA" by Pennywise hits, and immediately rocks the crowd as twin white pyros shoot up on either side of the stage. In the midst of the fireworks and music, Drachen Hall walks out onto the stage with his mentor, Chris Steele, following close behind. The two fighters walk out onto the top of the ramp. Drachen looks out to the ring as Steele is taunting the crowd, before solemnly walking down the ramp as muted blue fireworks race up either side of the ramp, and back down again. Drachen stops at the end of the ramp as Steele continues to follow, and looks both ways to the crowd, before sprinting into the ring. He rolls in and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, waiting for his opponent as Steele walks around the apron, shouting encouragement to his student.

Robert Purcell; Tonight, Dean Nathaniel, will be the night Drachen Hall proves himself to be the best asset on this entire roster!

Dean Nathaniel; And how did you work that out?

Robert Purcell; Just look at his opposition!

The lights go out, and the arena fills with mist as the occasional light flashes. Suddenly "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins to play, and as the bell tolls the lights alternate red and blue. Right as the last bell sounds, a lightning bolt flashes and the arena comes to life with flashing, alternating red and blue lights as "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park blasts over the arena speakers. Blade Arkhan walks out onto the rampway, and the fans cheer as he does so. He walks out and looks around at the top of the ramp, then sets his focus on the ring and walks to it with an intense and focused look in his eyes. He climbs over the top rope and stands in the centre of the ring, raising his arms into the air, setting off pyros around the ring as the fans explode into more cheers.

Robert Purcell; See? Drachen isn't intimidated by that flash entrance, so there goes Blade's gameplan.

Dean Nathaniel; So giving up over a foot in height isn't a reason to be intimidated?

Robert Purcell; Not when you're Drachen Hall!

The bell rings, and Hall immediately goes on the offensive with some hard forearm shots to Arkhan's face, followed by a quick dropkick to knock him off his feet for a quick cover. The fans jeer the cockiness of Hall, but he just blows them off and dropkicks a rising Arkhan again, this time directly in the head. He again makes a quick cover, to no avail once more.

Robert Purcell; Now if that strategy doesn't work, I'll paint my ass blue and wave it around at the next advertiser's meeting!

Hall is still keeping his early advantage with some mounted punches, trying to remove the clear height advantage Arkhan has over him. With Blade grounded, Drachen locks him in a neck scissors on the mat, continuing to wear him down early. The referee calls the break, and Hall backs off, and starts to taunt Arkhan to get back to his feet. Again Arkhan rises, and takes a modified baseball slide to the ankle, dropping to a knee. Hall dropkicks the knee, but it doesn't register, and Blade continues to get back to his feet! Another kick to the knee barely registers, as Hall starts to look around for inspiration. Chris Steele shrugs at ringside, before Hall aims a spinning heel kick, only to get caught midway through the attempt and sent flying with Repressed Rage!

Dean Nathaniel; Back to square one for Drachen Hall!

Robert Purcell; No way, he's already left the psychological scars on his opponent.

Hall is back on his feet quickly, looking decidedly annoyed at his opponent's comeback, for all of two seconds before a stiff clothesline sends him back to the canvas. Blade backs off, demanding Hall get to his feet, only for Hall to sweep his legs from under him on the way up and drop an elbow into his chest, laying on him for another quick and ineffective pinfall attempt. Rather than allow Blade the chance of a microsecond to recover, Hall grabs him by the hair and lifts him up into a reverse headlock. He starts to punch him in the chest, unleashing a series of harder and faster blows each time, before taking him back down with a reverse DDT. He runs the ropes for a quick legdrop across the throat, then tries to synch in a Dragon sleeper. As Hall attempts to lock it in, Arkhan begins to get to his feet, eventually standing full height, with Drachen appearing to be trying for a piggyback.

Dean Nathaniel; Look at the strength of Arkhan, it's unbelievable!

Arkhan steadies himself, then charges back into the corner, crushing Hall, before unleashing a series of hard bodyshots, and a couple to the head for good measure. He then hiptosses Hall clear across the ring, showing no ill effect of the offence he's taken in the opening moments of the match.

Dean Nathaniel; It appears that Hall's attempts to keep it scientific aren't paying off, especially if it frees him up for some of that high impact offence Blade utilises.

Hall holds his ribs while recovering on the mat, as Arkhan closes in for a quick finish. He loads him up, ready for a powerbomb, and effortlessly lifts him upwards, only to receive a thumb to the eye, staggering him. Still suspended in a precarious position, Hall unleashes several punches to try and escape certain defeat, before swinging back for a hurracanrana...only to find himself suspended upside-down, before Blade lifts him back up and plants him into the canvas with a devastating impact!

Robert Purcell; Did you see that?!

Dean Nathaniel; I think the only person that didn't is Drachen Hall! He is gonna have trouble recovering!

Blade drops and makes a very nonchalant cover, but somehow Drachen gets a shoulder off the canvas, probably out of spasm more than physical strength. Unperturbed Blade snatches him off the canvas, places him back in the position for a powerbomb, and holds his arms out in a crucifix.

Dean Nathaniel; He's going for the Cutting Edge, this has to be it!

Arkhan raises Hall into position, only for him to somehow slip over the top and land on his feet. Hall turns, and starts to hammer some forearms into Arkhan's back, then grabs him and launches him shoulder-first into the ringpost! The crowd jeer as Blade holds his shoulder in pain, before Drachen grabs him and rests his neck across the second rope. Hall backs up a couple of steps and runs up Arkhan's back, launching himself over the ropes and dropping a leg to the back of Arkhan's head! He stands under Arkhan and delivers a couple of rights to the back of the head, before grabbing him by the head and choking him against the rope. As the referee breaks it up, Hall slaps Arkhan, before entering the ring again. He drags him out of the corner, and makes another pinfall attempt, which still consitutes nothing approaching a three count.

Robert Purcell; Did you see the balance of power shift there, Dean? Coming back from that powerbomb to take the fight to your opponent like that? I told you it was Drachen's night!

Hall goes for a quick finish, preparing to hit the Hallmark, but time wasted showboating to the crowd sees Blade flare up and grab Hall's throat with evil intent, as he goes for the Arkhan Chokeslam! Blade gets ready to lift Hall, only for Chris Steele to grab his leg and distract him, which gives Hall the opportunity to hit a DDT!

Dean Nathaniel; Drachen Hall got out of jail free there, folks.

Robert Purcell; Go on, finish him!

Drachen Hall grabs Arkhan's legs and applies a Texas Cloverleaf to keep him down, to avoid any more huge offence. Arkhan grimaces in pain and tries to push himself off the mat to loosen the pressure, only for Hall to lean back and apply more pressure, taking him back down to the mat. Blade tries again, but Hall manoeuvres and elbows him in the back of the head, still holding his legs, before turning it into a Nagata Lock, twisting both his legs at once; with Arkhan trying to somehow get out of the hold!

Robert Purcell; No chance Blade, Drachen's been watching those Japanese tapes again!

With the referee checking if Blade wants to give up, Christ Steele reaches in and stretches on Drachen's arm, increasing the pressure, only to release once the referee turns to check. Unsure, the referee lets Hall keep the hold locked in, as Blade starts to crawl across the ring to the ropes, on the opposite side of the ring. Slowly, he inches across, yet Steele once more reaches in so that the pressure can be increased, preferably before Blade runs out of energy. This time the ref sees it, and forces the break, to the annoyance of Hall, who releases the hold, arguing that he didn't do anything. Blade tries to get to his feet, but his legs are wobbling beneath him. Hall storms in in an attempt to roll Arkhan up, but finds himself hitting the canvas with a snapmare spinebuster! The move lays him out hard as Arkhan crashes down next to him.

Dean Nathaniel; That was a brutal spinebuster from Arkhan!

Robert Purcell; Hang on, Hall is gonna steal it here!

Despite the impact, Hall reaches an arm over for an attempted cover, but Arkhan kicks out without any trouble. Both men are weary from the fight, and begin to pick themselves up. Hall gets to his feet first and comes at Blade with some right hands, delivering shots to the head as Arkhan brushes them off, getting to his feet. He towers over Drachen, who hits the ropes. He comes back with an attempted shoulder block, but Blade stands his ground, unmoved. He grabs Hall by the neck, but Steele gets onto the apron and distracts the referee, as Hall swings a right footed kick between Arkhan's legs! Hall jumps and delivers a dropkick, and Arkhan accidentally staggers into both the referee and Chris Steele!

Robert Purcell; I think that's Bane's cue to enter! Least I assume it's Blade he was targeting earlier!

The referee gets knocked out of the ring momentarily, and Steele falls to the ground as Arkhan turns back around, facing Hall. Drachen attempts The Hallmark, but hasn't the strength to lift Arkhan off the mat. Arkhan counters with a knee to the midsection, before setting Hall in position for the Cutting Edge! The referee shakes the cobwebs free on the outside as Blade raises Hall onto his shoulders, preparing to finish him off, but Bane runs down the ramp! He slides in the ring with a chair behind Arkhan, smashing him in the back! The crowd jeers as Bane rolls out of sight, the referee getting into the ring as Hall takes advantage, rolling forward and into a cover! The referee makes the count of one, two, three! Hall gets up and dives out of the ring, joining Steele on the outside as Bane gets in quickly, the chair in his hand!

Robert Purcell; What do you know, it was Blade he was targeting!

Bane goes right after Arkhan, hitting him in the back of the head as he tries to stand up. The shot barely phases Blade, but he is knocked flat on the ground as Bane delivers another shot, this time to the top of the head! Blade slumps back, lying on the canvas motionless as Bane stands over him, a severely dented chair in his hand. He throws the chair down on the canvas and stands over Blade with a smile on his face, as his music hits again.

Dean Nathaniel; The Black Circle are making too big a habit of this!

Robert Purcell; Yeah, but it's funny really.

Bane walks away from Blade, leaving Arkhan down and out on the canvas. Blade stares at the chair, then up at Bane in anger as the crowd express their disapproval.

Dean Nathaniel; If Bane wanted to get rid of Blade Arkhan, he's not going the right way about it. He's going to be dealing with a very pissed, and very much still here Blade come next Wednesday.

Robert Purcell; Don't worry about that, it'll all be in hand. Besides, I doubt Bane wants to have rid of Arkhan on Genesis like this. He'll be saving it for the grand stage.

Dean Nathaniel; He's gotta make sure he gets there first. One thing's for sure, Blade is going to be after some sweet retribution. Bane didn't just cost him this match, he came in and delivered three chairshots!

Robert Purcell; Bane can look after himself Dean, he's a big boy. He's about the only person who comes close to being able to look Blade in the eyes...well, him and Seven.

Dean Nathaniel; Well he'd better have an eye over those shoulders of his if he steps into the ring next week.

The lights suddenly go out, and the opening guitar riff to "Get Free" by The Vines hits. The lights all turn to a solitary figure on the ramp with his back turned to the ring. The fans, however, know exactly who it is and start cheering and screaming as the Original Smart Ass - clad in a leather jacket and Ray Ban sunglasses - spins around and holds out his arms in the air, as blue pyros go off from the ramp. The lights come up and Rude Boy takes his time going to the ring, high fiving fans on the way. Halfway up the steps to the ring, Rude Boy tosses his glasses to some lucky fan and enters the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and holds his arms in the air for the fans to cheer, then goes to the opposite corner and repeats this action, to the same overwhelming reaction. Finally Rude Boy grabs a mic as the music dies down, but the "Rude Boy" chants continue louder than ever. Rude Boy smiles, astonished at the amount of fame he still has. Finally, the cheers die down to a level he can talk over.

Rude Boy; By the sound of that response, it's pretty obvious that some of you are familiar with me and my work! I haven't heard unanimous cheering like that since they announced Christina Ricci's first nude scene in a Prozac Nation! For those of you who are in the dark and wondering who the hell this guy in the ring is...fair enough. I'm Rude Boy. Nicknames include 'The Rude One', though my favorite is still 'Original Smart Ass'. I'd give you a history lesson, but I'm sure the marks up in the stands are more than willing to fill you in. Let's just say I've had a decent run in a couple of places and have gained a reputation for doing wild and crrrrrrrazy things!

The crowd cheers, and Rude Boy looks out with a smile.

Rude Boy; But that's got nothing to do with now! The Rude One did not come here to gloat about past accomplishments, but to create new and improved accomplishments here in Creation Wrestling! This is the next chapter in my career, and like any good story, it's got a mystery! Ooooo...is Rude Boy really El Kabong Jr? Is El Kabong Jr really Rude Boy? Is Scottie Rayda really not a big stinking pile of turd on two legs, but an all around class act? The answer to all those questions has finally been made obvious...I would hope! El Kabong Jr is my friend and a good kid, and I gave him full permission to copy my tattoos onto his own arm and start the silly rumor that he was me...you know, in a silly attempt to avoid any 'silly' contract confusion with other federations! But I could not stand idle for too long and hear him getting all of these great chants!

Robert Purcell; If that isn't a cock and bull story I don't know what is.

Rude Boy; I kept hearing my name over and over again! I didn't know the demand for Rude Boy was as big as a televised Geraldo death sentence, so here I am, delivering satisfaction guaranteed! Which leads us to my next point...if I'm not El Kabong Jr, then why did I target Scottie Rayda? That, my friends, is simple. Scottie Rayda has made himself out to be the top jackass in this federation, and so it's only natural that I, being an up and coming superstar, would set my aim on him! Now it seems, I have his undivided attention! Of course, you never know. That boy seems a few eggs short of an omelette...a few words short of a sentence...ah, hell! They guys a blathering idiot! How much longer can this crud ball think he can get away with breaking the rules?

Robert Purcell; How long does this crud ball think he can pretend he's not El Kabong Jr?

Rude Boy; We all know only one man can get away with that, and that's Ferris Beuller. You, Scottie Rayda, are no Ferris Beuller! So stay tuned in, folks, because the 'Rude Boy Ruins Rayda's Fun In The Sun' show...has only just begun!

And with that, The Vines kicks in again, but the fans seem a little disappointed with the end. Rude Boy looks like he's about to leave, but stops, motions for the music to be cut, and then grabs the mic again.

Rude Boy; Whoops! Did I forget something?

Fans; Yeah! Rude Boy; Are you sure?

Fans; Yeah!

Rude Boy; Well, if you're going to help me correct this oversight, give me a Kool-Aid Man sized oh yeah!

Fans; Oh yeah!

Altogether Rude Boy and the fans give a thundering "OI!", and the crowd goes nuts as The Vines kicks on for a third time. This time Rude Boy makes his way to the back, high fiving and posing with the fans on the way back. We cut backstage again, where we see Drachen Hall and Chris Steele walking around. Hall has a towel, wiping the sweat from his head and upper body as they walk into the Commissioner's office. Kennedy Wilson stands up.

Kennedy Wilson; Can I help you?

Drachen Hall; Yeah, actually you can. Were you watching just then? Did you see me give Blade that totally gnarly beating?

Kennedy Wilson; I wouldn't go that far, Drachen. You only won because Bane stuck his nose in.

Drachen Hall; Well nonetheless, I've come to ask for my title shot.

Kennedy Wilson; Title shot?

Drachen Hall; Yeah man, my title shot. Surely I should get a title shot. I mean I just beat Blade Arkhan, dude.

Chris Steele; Totally.

Kennedy Wilson; How does that qualify you for a title shot?

Drachen Hall; Well you gave Dias a title shot after he beat Scottie Rayda, man. I just pinned like the tallest man in the federation, dude, surely there's a reward for that.

Kennedy Wilson; I gave Dias a shot because the man is on a hot streak. He has yet to be beaten in a one on one match, unlike yourself - and that includes a match with the Heavyweight champion. In my eyes, that deserves a reward.

Drachen Hall; This is totally bogus, dude. Dias like totally cheated last week, man!

Chris Steele; I know, man. It's totally heinous.

Kennedy Wilson; Listen, it's nothing personal, it's just that Dias has done better than you thus far. He's beaten Seven, JX Lighthouse and Scottie Rayda - that's three straight one on one wins. So far you've lost to Kid Kaos, and then there was the defeat from Bane at Origins.

Drachen Hall; Dias lost that match too, man!

Kennedy Wilson; But he wasn't pinned.

Drachen Hall; This sucks, man! This is totally unfair! I want a match with Dias!

Kennedy Wilson; Then ask him.

Drachen Hall; Okay, I will.

Steele and Hall walk out of the room, and Wilson shakes his head in disbelief as we return to ringside. The lights around the entrance dim as jungle sounds fill the arena, accompanied by images of Brazil on the video screen. "Roots Bloody Roots" erupts and tribal light patterns swirl across the entrance, before turning to yellow and green strobes as Marcello Dias and Angelina walk out onto the top of the ramp. Dias takes off down the rampway and diving into the ring, holding the ropes open for Angelina. Angelina poses on one side of the ring as Dias assumes a Capoeira stance, psyching himself out for the beginning of the contest.

Dean Nathaniel; Dias scored a great victory over Rayda last week, and his reward tonight is a shot at Miami Missile's title!

Robert Purcell; I sense a little favouritism on Justin England and Kennedy Wilson's part. I mean it wasn't even an honourable victory over Rayda, Rude Boy won it for him!

Dean Nathaniel; That may be true, Robert, but then you have to remember Scottie was about to lay him out with a chair! For Dias at least, two wrongs definitely make a right!

A neon green light covers the stage, and two spotlights move from the back of the arena, meeting on the stage. Twin pyros blow towards the roof, and "Bones" by Alice In Chains hits. The capacity crowd goes nuts for Miami Missile as he walks out through the curtain, Van Halen Blake following him with a bag slung over his shoulder. He stands on the top of the stage and poses briefly, then throws his arms into the air and sets off more pyro. He makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, then jumps onto the apron and climbs in. He poses for the fans with his arms outstretched.

Dean Nathaniel; Miami is going to have trouble focusing tonight, especially after the goings-on in his locker room earlier in the night. Who do you think delivered that wreath?

Robert Purcell; I could guess, Dean, but at the moment it's all conjecture.

Dean Nathaniel; Well Sarah Summers seems to have a pretty good idea who did it, and she doesn't like it! But one thing is for sure - if The Black Circle are indeed the culprits, one big can of worms is going to be opened over the next few weeks.

The bell rings, and after a few moments circling Miami attempts to lock up, but Dias backs away and shakes his arms to loosen up. They lock up properly, and immediately Dias rolls through the lock up and into a hammerlock. Miami twists out and puts a headlock manoeuvre on Dias. They both bounce off the ropes, sending Miami into the other side. Dias tries to stand his ground as Miami comes back, but Miami runs him down with a shoulder block. Miami tells him to come on, and bounces off the ropes again. Dias gets up, only to be knocked down one more time. Miami smiles and bounces off one more time. Dias drops down to his stomach, and Miami runs over him. Dias sees Miami comes back, and leaps over him. Miami stops in his tracks as Dias turns around, nailing him with a right hand. The crowd cheers, then woo's in response as Dias delivers a pair of knife-edge chops. Miami stops Dias in his tracks with a pair of right hands, then Miami whips Dias into the ropes, lowering his head and sending Dias flying into the air with a back body drop.

Dean Nathaniel; Miami is setting the pace in the early moments here.

Robert Purcell; It might be to his detriment. Dias is easily fast enough to pull a few punches at this tempo, if anything I would say Missile needs to slow things down.

Dias gets up quickly, only to be met by an atomic drop from Miami. Dias staggers around as Miami goes into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Dias grabs his arm and flips him into a Japanese armdrag, then gets up and delivers a perfect standing moonsault. He covers for the first pinfall atempt of the match, for two. Dias picks up Miami and throws him into the corner, giving him rights and lefts to the body as the crowd gets into it. Dias backs up a little as Miami falls down to the bottom of the turnbuckle, then takes a step forward and nails Miami with the Desarranjado. Dias drags Miami into the middle of the ring and hooks the leg again, and again for two. Dias looks at the referee and continues the onslaught, kneeling up and pounding Miami with right hands on the mat.

Dean Nathaniel; There is certainly an air of urgency from Dias at the moment, he seems a little anxious to get the fall.

Robert Purcell; Well when you're presented with opportunities as generous as this, it makes good sense.

Dias picks Miami up, and hooks him up for a DDT. He lands it, but holds on and wraps Miami up in a guillotine choke. Dias has the Padecente locked in as the referee checks to see what Miami says. Miami reaches for the ropes. Miami uses his feet to kick off the ropes, the small momentum allowing him to roll Dias into a cover, but Dias rolls over and continues the guillotine choke still. Miami reaches out with his hand and quickly grabs the ropes, holding his throat in pain as Dias releases the hold. The crowd seem to be slightly more behind the International champion as Dias picks Miami up and tosses him into the ropes. Miami comes back, and Dias locks in a sleeper hold, but before the referee can check Miami, Dias drops him with the Pescotapa for another quick two count!

Dean Nathaniel; That was the closest Dias has come to winning this match thus far!

Robert Purcell; Well it's going to take some work to beat Miami, he has had a whole ten days rest since that ladder match, and Dias didn't exactly have it so easy in his match with Rayda last week.

Dias picks Miami up yet again, and throws him into the corner. Dias runs at him, but Miami moves, and Dias bounces off the turnbuckle, turning towards the ring and holding his chest, but Miami grabs him and delivers a Russian legsweep into the turnbuckle. Dias staggers off and turns around as Miami grabs him and runs up the turnbuckles, delivering an Acid Drop DDT! Miami slowly rolls over and makes the cover for one, two, but Dias gets the shoulder up! Some of the crowd jeer as this match continues, but Miami immediately stands up and grabs Dias by the legs. He attempts the figure four, but Dias kicks him away and into the ringpost. Miami stumbles back, and Dias rolls him up for another cover, but again Miami kicks out. Dias gets up, and Miami turns and runs at him, but Dias catches him under his arms and delivers a belly to belly suplex! Dias doesn't cover, instead climbing to the top rope.

Robert Purcell; This is the kind of arrogance that has caught people out before!

Dias looks down on Miami, before flinging himself forward and connecting with the Copo De Gra�a! He sits up next to Miami and holds his lower back, but leans back and makes a cover for one, two, thr...Miami barely kicks out! Dias gets up again, grabbing Miami and dragging him up by the hair. He sits Miami on the top, facing outwards, then climbs onto the apron. He looks out at the fans momentarily, being met with a few cheers as he walks up the turnbuckle. He stands precariously over Miami for a moment, before quickly flipping forward over him and delivering the Bala de Canh�o!

Dean Nathaniel; That was some impact!

Robert Purcell; Dias needs to make a cover, and quickly!

Dias manages to crawl over and cover for one, two, but no! Again Miami evades defeat, this time by sticking his foot on the ropes to break the count. Miami slowly gets up, as Dias stands in front and beckons him to stand, looking for the final nail in the coffin. Miami gets to his feet as Dias attempts his Cyclone Kick, but Miami ducks and lifts him, connecting with the inverted Sky High! Dias gets slammed onto his face, and falls back in pain, lying on the mat to try and recover. The referee begins his mandatory 10 count, and Dias starts to slowly move as Miami remains virtually motionless on the mat. As the referee counts five, Dias uses the ropes to get up as Miami starts to stir. After a couple more seconds Dias runs at the now kneeling Miami, but Miami ducks under his legs and rolls into a Boston Crab! Dias makes his way towards the ropes desperately, the fans on their feet!

Dean Nathaniel; Miami has him on the edge here! This could be a successful defence for the champion!

Robert Purcell; Dias is inches away, Dean!

Dean Nathaniel; Hold on a second!

Dias gets close and reaches for the ropes, but Miami pulls him into the center of the ring! The crowd watch as Miami looks to have the match won, but he suddenly lets go and walks towards one side of the ring, looking up at the stage. The fans jeer as we see Chris Cairns stood on the stage, staring down at Miami! Missile looks up at Chris briefly, before turning around and walking right into an inside cradle from Dias for one, two, three! The bell sounds, and Dias wins the International title! Chris Cairns has disappeared from the stage, and Miami looks up there in anger!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't believe it! Marcello Dias is the new International champion, but in my book, Chris Cairns just cost Miami Missile the title on his first defence!

Robert Purcell; If Miami hasn't learnt to keep his focus in all his years of wrestling, he doesn't deserve the title!

Dias stands up and rolls out of the ring, a few fans at ringside reaching out for a tag from him as Angelina walks over, celebrating with him. Miami Missile stands up and walks away. He stops at the base of the aisle and looks up towards where Chris Cairns was standing, but then changes his mind and walks up the side of the ramp.

Robert Purcell; What a coward.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think he wants to go doing anything that might put Sarah and Van Halen at risk.

Robert Purcell; Nah, he just knows when he's outmatched.

Dean Nathaniel; That remains to be seen, Robert, but for now Marcello Dias is the new International champion!

After a few moments of silence, the opening credits to At Home With The Cages run. We see Dustin and Melissa playing a game of Scrabble in their front room.

Dustin Cage; Checkmate.

Melissa Cage; We're not playing chess, Dustin.

Dustin Cage; I know. I spelt checkmate, look!

Dustin puts the letters down and begins to count his points as we cut to a shot of Dustin being interviewed.

Dustin Cage; She's such a cheat when it comes to board games. Monopoly is the worst. Whenever she's the banker, she's always sneaking extra money and properties here and there, like I wouldn't notice. Once she had every $500 in the box, and she only owned Old Kent Road!

Melissa Cage; I had a hotel!

Dustin Cage; And not to mention being a bad sport. The last time I beat her at Ludo she flushed half the pieces down the toilet. We had to call in a plumber.

Melissa Cage; At least I paid for it.

As we cut back to the arena, the sound of helicopter blades rattles around the arena, shaking it to it's foundations. The electric guitar kicks in, and pounding drum beats reverberate around the arena, until the fast paced music of "Morning Glory" by Oasis hits and a shocking bright pyro explodes, soaking the arena with white light. The pyro dies out as white strobe lights flash around the crowd, and a single spotlight follows Chris Cairns as he steps onto the stage to the feint sound of jeers, most of which are drowned out by the music. He walks to the ring quickly, looking around at the fans viciously and making threats as he does so. He grabs the top rope and jumps up onto the apron, landing on one knee and pulling himself to his feet, before stepping into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He raises his arms slowly, still shouting angrily at the crowd. He steps down and heads to the other side, repeating his actions as the crowd continue to boo. He steps onto the canvas and shouts for a microphone.

Dean Nathaniel; I'm surprised he's got the gall to come back out here so soon after what he just did!

Robert Purcell; Well there's no sign of Miami!

Chris looks out at the fans, who jeer him for his actions. A few solitary chants of "Miami!" can be heard throughout the arena, as Cairns stares out with a smirk on his face.

Chris Cairns; I don't understand why you boo me, I mean, Miami's loss just then wasn't really my fault. I wasn't trying to cost him the title or anything...I just missed my cue. Or rather, I was a little too early for it.

The fans jeer, obviously not buying Chris's story.

Chris Cairns; Still, at least Miami recognises that, otherwise he'd be out here confronting me...which brings me onto something else. It seems this little wreath that turned up in Miami's locker room seems to have been linked to myself and Bane. The way that you lot immediately point the finger our way makes me sick to my stomach. I mean what do you take us for?

Dean Nathaniel; I don't believe that for a second.

Chris Cairns; We're not the kind of people who run around attempting to frighten our enemies with wreaths and candles. If we've got a problem with someone, we'll make a point of letting them know. Just like Bane did earlier with Blade Arkhan, I might point out. I, nor Bane, had absolutely no part in it - nor do I know, or even care who has. Obviously I'm prime suspect number one after my challenge to Miami last week, but I don't need to goad him into it. If he's a big-enough man, he'll put his money where his f**king big mouth is.

The crowd continues to boo again, and a louder chant of "Miami!" breaks out. Chris leans on the top rope and looks out at them all. He laughs to himself, then turns and shrugs.

Chris Cairns; But down to business. Last week I began my Vice Challenge, to see if there was a man out there who could escape my finishing move...and as yet, I am to find a single person capable. So in the interest of testing my theory, this week I will up the stakes. If there is anyone there who feels they are good enough to escape The Vice, they can come out here and try. And if they are successful, I will pay them $100,000 dollars right here. I even have my cheque book in my pocket.

Chris reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a cheque book, waving it in the air.

Chris Cairns; So...do we have any takers?

Suddenly the arena fades to black as "Everything In It's Right Place" by Radiohead plays, and the crowd cheer. Infrequent flashes of blue and gold light happen along with the music as Jack Impact walks slowly to the ring in a blue cape and gold mask, which covers his eyes. He gets just outside the ring and turns around, then drops to one knee with one finger held in the air. He then gets up and walks up the steps, before entering the ring through the second and third ropes. He climbs in and sits on top of the nearest turnbuckle, then takes off the mask and throws it over his right shoulder. The lights fade up and Jack Impact takes off his cape, ready to do battle. He stares at Cairns, who puts his cheque book back in his pocket.

Chris Cairns; Won't be needing this...

Chris throws down the microphone and wills Impact on. Jack runs towards him, and Chris takes him down to the mat. The crowd are on their feet, willing Impact to free himself from the hold as Chris Cairns wrenches back on Jack's neck. Impact raises his hand into the air, getting ready to tap!

Robert Purcell; Looks like Chris's theory is gonna hold true here!

Impact prepares to tap, but the fans continue to cheer him on, and instead he puts his hand back down and begins to resume struggling against the hold! Chris Cairns tightens his grip around Impact's neck and shoulder, increasing the pressure on Impact's already creased-up neck. Impact begins to struggle his way towards the ropes, inching his way over once every few seconds, the submission obviously taking it's toll on his ability to escape. A chant of "Impact!" breaks out in the arena, and he responds with a huge effort, dragging himself closer and closer towards the ropes. The fans watch on in anticipation as he reaches out his right hand, falling just a couple of inches short of the ropes!

Dean Nathaniel; This is a great effort by Impact! Chris might be needing that cheque book after all!

Impact drags himself closer and reaches out again, but before he can grasp the rope Chris pushes it away with his left foot! Impact finds himself falling short again, and the pain becomes too unbearable, forcing Impact to tap! The crowd jeers, and Chris stands up with the smirk still on his face. He wipes a little sweat from his brow, walking over and picking up the microphone. He addresses Impact as Jack lies on the mat, rubbing his shoulder in pain. He grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself to his knees.

Chris Cairns; Well Jack, that was a good effort, I must say, but once again The Vice has proven too much.

Dean Nathaniel; He fails to add that he cheated Impact out of a thousand bucks.

Chris walks over and stands next to Impact. He extends his hand, helping Impact up as the crowd cheer the show of sportsmanship. Impact smiles and gives the fans a thumbs up, walking past Cairns to leave the ring, but Cairns grabs him by the arm and delivers The San Andreas Fault! The crowd jeers, and Cairns gets up laughing as Impact rolls over in pain.

Robert Purcell; What an idiot!

Chris stands over Impact menacingly. Impact rolls over, and Cairns places his foot on Jack's throat, choking him as he stands over him menacingly, leering at him with the microphone in hand.

Chris Cairns; You can take that as a lesson, Jack - and every single one of you in the back. Never turn your back on The Black Circle, because just when you think it's safe, we'll do something that reminds you just who the f**k you're dealing with.

"Morning Glory" hits again, and Chris walks out of the ring laughing, leaving Impact lying in the ring. He walks up the aisle, looking at the fans with a sick smirk on his face as he leaves. We cut to a shot of the announce table, where Robert laughs, and Dean looks up towards where Cairns was stood, shaking his head in disgust.

Dean Nathaniel; Once again Chris Cairns walks away looking pleased and thinking he's intimidated everyone, when all he's done is prove to us how much of a cheat and a bully he is.

Robert Purcell; I'd be careful what you say, Dean, he might come and get you.

Dean Nathaniel; That would do nothing more than prove my point.

Robert Purcell; Are you willing to spend the rest of the year on crutches for the sake of proving a point?

Jack Impact stands up and walks away from the ring, giving a few fans at ringside a tag as they pat him on the back.

Dean Nathaniel; There goes Jack Impact, Robert. He and Johnny are taking something of a hiatus from the federation at the moment Robert, but we have word that they will be back in action, and ready to launch an assault on the Tag Team titles very soon. But speaking of the Tag Team titles, in a moments time four tag teams, including the champions, will face off in our main event! This is going to be a great matchup!

Robert Purcell; I just hope it doesn't become a four on two, after Kaos laid out Sebastian and Maverick before! What sort of a cheap shot was that anyway?

Dean Nathaniel; It was no more than a taste of their own medicine, which I dare say The Bane-Shees would be recieving if they were to be at a handicap in this match.

The crowd waits in silence, but the quiet is soon broken as a huge blue pyro explodes in front of the stage. The music goes straight into the chorus of "Learn To Fly" by Foo Fighters, and the crowd let out a brief pop for the entrance of Ethan Sebastian. He walks out onto the stage, staring out at the crowd, and making a few cocky comments as he swaggers down the aisle. He stops at the base and the lights begin to flicker on and off, until finally pyro bursts in a circle at the top of the ramp, and Jeff Maverick rises through a hole in the stage in his ring attire. The pyro goes out and the lights come on. He walks down to the ring in a slow and casual manner, joining Ethan at the base of the ramp. Blue lights flash at the two of them step onto the apron, staring out arrogantly. Maverick wipes his feet on the apron, and then climbs into the ring. They don't bother climbing the turnbuckles, instead staring angrily out into the crowd as they await their partners for the matchup.

Robert Purcell; They look pissed. And not the same kind of pissed that we saw The Bane-Shees last week, thankfully.

Dean Nathaniel; They've a few issues with Kid Kaos to deal with, once this show ends.

The lights flicker on and off as a haunting piano melody plays softly out of the loudspeakers. The tune comes to an end and the lights go red as "Breath" by Prodigy blasts out of the sound system. Billy The Brilliant appears from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos. He spits and taunts at the crowd, who let out a small cheer as Kris Kraven appears. The two men walk down to the ring, looking focused as pyro goes off behind them. BTB slides into the ring and jumps around as Kraven rolls in and looks out to the crowd with a confused look. The lights return to normal and the music fades.

Dean Nathaniel; The Bane-Shees won't have got in much preparation tonight, gambling away their dressing room like that.

Robert Purcell; Who needs preparation when you're the champs?

A loud firework explodes on the stage, giving The Bane-Shees a shock as "Elevation" by U2 blasts through the arena, and Enclosure walk out onto the stage. Dustin walks to both sides of the stage and points out at the fans, before turning and following Melissa quickly to the ring, as she tags the hands of the fans sat by the aisle. They roll into the ring and climb the near turnbuckles, raising their arms into the air. Their opponents roll out of the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; It's a testament to the ability of the Cage's that four people should avoid two.

Robert Purcell; They're alright for a team with a girl in it.

Dean Nathaniel; Praise from Ceasar?

"Hate To Say I Told You So" by The Hives kicks on, and out come The Super Dudes, El Kabong Jr and 'White Hot' Walt Houston. Accompanied to the ring by 'Sexy' Steve Sanders, the two make their way to the ring, Kabong jabbering away and high-fiving the fans, while Houston walks quietly and confidently. The two enter the ring and Walt stands in the middle, while Kabong walks around him, staring at the crowd. He stops in front of Walt, getting on his knees and posing in sync with Walt, as pyros fly up behind them. They turn around and face Enclosure as the music dies down, and the four of them confer as the others decide who will start off. The referee calls for the bell as Kris Kraven and Dustin Cage begin the contest with a lockup. Kraven gets the early advantage and shoves Cage back into a neutral corner, delivering a punch right to the heart of Cage. Cage holds his chest in pain, leaning forward and allowing Kraven to deliver an uppercut.

Dean Nathaniel; That punch to the heart took something out of Dustin Cage. That was a heavy blow.

Robert Purcell; I think a shot like that would take it out of anyone.

Kraven walks Cage along the ropes a little and whips him across the ring, but Melissa makes a blind tag. She climbs in quickly as Dustin ducks under a clothesline from Kraven. He comes back off the opposing ropes as Melissa drops to all fours behind Kraven, delivering a dropkick that knocks Kraven off his feet. He gets up quickly and leaves the ring as Melissa makes a cover for two. Kraven kicks out easily, and Melissa quickly stands up. She grabs Kraven and pushes him towards the corner, his sizeable frame proving some tough object to shift, being more than twice Melissa's body weight. Melissa manages to get him there though, and begins to deliver stinging knife-edge chops. The crowd cheer her on as she attacks Kraven with right hands, then does her best to whip him. He reverses, sending her running. Melissa comes back and jumps up, trying to grab him by the neck, but Kraven slings her away and halfway across the ring.

Robert Purcell; Melissa Cage just proved there is a big difference between bravado and idiocy. Only a complete idiot would try and take on a man twice her size and power.

Kraven walks over and grabs Melissa, throwing her hard into the corner. He walks in and crushes her against the turnbuckle, driving a hard elbow into her forehead. He grabs her by the arm and lifts her up, tossing her across the ring once again. She lands hard once again, and Kraven walks over to make a tag. He leans towards Billy The Brilliant, but Ethan Sebastian tags himself into the ring and walks over to Melissa. He grabs Melissa and shoves her backwards into the corner, walking over and delivering right hands to the disgust of the crowd. Ethan stands up on the second rope over her, delivering a couple of shots from above, before looking out into the crowd to another jeer.

Dean Nathaniel; Obviously the crowd follows the old adage that you shouldn't hit a girl!

Robert Purcell; If she wants to fight a mans game, she has to take the consequences.

Dean Nathaniel; You're a real modernist, Robert.

Ethan hits another pair of right hands, recieving another jeer as he looks out at the fans. Suddenly Melissa slinks out from underneath him, leaving Ethan stood on the turnbuckle. He turns around and jumps towards her, attempting a double axe handle, but Melissa counters with a dropkick in mid-air! The crowd cheers as Sebastian folds up on the canvas, and Melissa crawls over, making a tag to Walt Houston. Sebastian picks himself up, but soon finds himself on the end of a running DDT from Houston. Walt makes a cover for another two, the crowd cheering he and his teammates on. He picks up Sebastian and grabs him by the head, lifting him up and delivering a front suplex, legs either side of the ropes! The crowd gives a gasp as Ethan winces in pain, and Houston capitalises, clotheslining Ethan down from his perch. Sebastian lands on the apron and rolls in as Kabong gets a tag.

Dean Nathaniel; We're seeing a lot of quick tags on the behalf of Enclosure and The Super Dudes at the moment; and so far the tactic seems to be working. They're keeping fresh faces in the ring, something which can't be said for the other four. Sebastian seems to be having a little trouble keeping up.

Robert Purcell; I don't think it's a case of freshness, Dean, I think it's a migraine.

Kabong comes in and continues where Houston left off, picking up Sebastian and whipping him into the ropes. He delivers a drop toehold, before getting to his feet and walking towards the ropes. He steps out onto the apron with one eye on Sebastian, springing onto the top. He flies off with a legdrop to the back of the head, the crowd cheering his aerial assault on Ethan as he makes the third cover of the match, again only for two. Kabong makes a quick pick-up, delivering a few chops to Sebastian as he backs him into the corner again. He spins Sebastian around and rams his head into the turnbuckle, leaving him face-down on the padding as he climbs out onto the apron again. He stands on the turnbuckle and reaches down, grabbing Ethan by the head. He looks out into the crowd, making a whirling motion with his hand, but before he can execute Jeff Maverick walks over, grabbing him by the leg and crotching him on the turnbuckle!

Robert Purcell; Nice work Jeff!

Dean Nathaniel; Disputable tactics shown by Maverick there, but you can't argue with the results...although Dustin Cage seems to be making an effort at it!

Dustin Cage tries to get in and confront Maverick, but he only allows Maverick the chance to aid his teammate. He climbs in and helps Sebastian, as the two of them stand either side of Kabong. The referee turns and shouts Maverick down, but he ignores him, instead helping lift Kabong off the turnbuckle, bringing him to the canvas with a harsh crash, the result of a double superplex! The crowd jeers as Maverick leaves the ring, and Ethan Sebastian makes a cover for one, two, no! A sigh of relief is heard as Kabong gets his shoulder up, and his three teammates try to rally him. The crowd responds with a chant as he begins to pick himself up, Ethan Sebastian having made a tag to Maverick. Maverick walks over and swings a right hand, but Kabong blocks from a kneeling position and begins to fight back. He has Maverick on the back foot with a rocking right hand, continuing the assault as the crowd claps, getting faster and faster with each shot.

Dean Nathaniel; El Kabong Jr is really working off the crowd here! You can feel him feeding off the atmosphere with these rights!

He knocks Maverick further and further back, pushing him into the ropes and whipping him towards the other side. Kabong goes for a jawbreaker and connects, sending Maverick staggering back. He gets up quickly and runs at Jeff, but Maverick spins and levels him with an awesome clothesline! The crowd is killed dead immediately, a few of them mustering a jeer as Maverick leans over Kabong, choking him powerfully. Kabong struggles against the blatant choking as the referee begins to count against Maverick, forcing him to release the hold. Kabong sits up as Maverick kneels behind him, locking in a sleeper hold. Kabong seems to be struggling for breath, more so than is usually seen from a normal sleeper.

Dean Nathaniel; That looks more of an attempt to choke Kabong than a regular sleeper.

Robert Purcell; Maverick is a dirty player, so everybody knows.

The referee notices something about the hold and calls to Maverick to release it, again being forced into a count. Maverick lets go and picks Kabong up, walking him over and slamming his head against the turnbuckle. He delivers a few right hands, before Kabong finds himself whipped across the ring, running into the opposing corner harshly. As Kabong staggers backwards, Maverick raises his arms in preparation, reaching around Kabong and locking in the Dead Man's Hand!

Dean Nathaniel; It's the Dead Man's Hand! This one could be over quickly!

The referee keeps a close eye on the situation as Maverick chokes the hell out of Kabong, who struggles his way around the ring in an attempt to escape the hold. He reaches towards his corner as Maverick holds on for dear life, but Kabong counters with a sit-out jawbreaker! Maverick falls backwards, and Kabong springs up to make a tag, diving forward and tagging in Dustin Cage once again. Maverick reaches up to tag as Cage charges over, knocking Sebastian and Kraven from the apron. He turns and nails Billy The Brilliant with a right hand, the crowd cheering as Maverick gets up. He staggers up and towards the corner, looking for his tag partners, only to find them rolling around on the floor as Dustin turns, delivering a hard uppercut. Maverick staggers across the ring again, to be met by a right hand from the apron on behalf of Melissa Cage. He turns back towards Dustin, who sets him up for Rattling The Cage! He grabs Maverick and raises him up, delivering the DDT with precision, and making a cover!

Dean Nathaniel; One, two, three...no! Sebastian just dragged the referee from the ring! This is like an instant replay from Origins!

Robert Purcell; And you remember how that ended!

Melissa Cage gets into the ring quickly as Sebastian argues with the referee, charging across and delivering a baseball slide to Ethan. Walt Houston drops down and walks around the outside of the ring, but Kabong uses a more unconventional method, running around the apron and throwing himself over the far ringpost, landing on Kris Kraven with a cross body! The crowd cheers as Houston runs over, grabbing Billy The Brilliant, but Billy counters with a right hand, slamming Houston's face into the ringsteps. All hell breaks loose as Cage lifts Maverick up, setting him on the top rope. He gets up and signals for Locked Up!

Dean Nathaniel; The end is nigh for Jeff Maverick, and this would be sweet revenge for Enclosure!

Dustin grabs Maverick around the torso and stands up, preparing to deliver the move, but Billy The Brilliant slides into the ring. He walks over and reaches under Cage, walking him away from the turnbuckle, before delivering The Brilliant Bomb! The crowd jeers as Billy tries to get the referee's attention, Dustin left in a crumpled heap on the mat as Jeff Maverick begins to snap out of his daze. He sees Dustin's position and climbs up slowly, steadying himself on the top rope. The fans jeer as he looks down on Cage, before throwing himself forward with the Harlem Hangover! He dives towards Cage, but Dustin rolls out of the way at the last second!

Dean Nathaniel; He moved! Dustin moved!

Robert Purcell; Yeah, I saw.

Dean Nathaniel; Just make the tag Dustin, make it!

Billy The Brilliant, standing on the apron, begs Maverick to make it to him as Melissa and Sebastian continue to brawl, Houston and Kraven still down on the outside as El Kabong Jr runs over to his corner, seeing Dustin attempt to tag. Billy gets bored of waiting and runs into the ring, attempting to cut Dustin off, but he reaches up and tags Kabong to the delight of the crowd!

Dean Nathaniel; And here comes El Kabong Jr!

Robert Purcell; He may well try fighting Billy, he isn't even the legal man!

Kabong begins to deliver right hands to Billy, the crowd on it's feet as Dustin struggles to his, Maverick still nursing his backside after a harsh landing. Kabong whips Billy across the ring, delivering a hurracanrana on return! Jeff Maverick stands up and tries to sneak attack El Kabong, but he is having none of it, and he counters with a swift dropkick! He looks over to the top rope, the fans on their feet as he prepares to finish the contest off! He walks over and scales the rope, taking a moment to pause and salute the crowd as Billy gets to his feet.

Dean Nathaniel; Billy The Brilliant may yet have a say!

Robert Purcell; He will if Kabong doesn't hurry things up!

As Kabong stands up on the top Billy runs over in an attempt to stop him, but finds himself cut off by a surprising spear from Dustin Cage! Kabong steadies himself and jumps off, coming down on Maverick with the El Kabong Special Splash as the referee drops to make the count of one, two, three! The bell sounds, and the crowd rises with a unified cheer as Enclosure and The Super Dudes pick up the victory!

Robert Purcell; Nuts.

Dean Nathaniel; Kabong has won it for he, Houston and Enclosure here tonight! What a win this is, and what a great match!

Dustin and Kabong meet in the centre of the ring, raising one another's arms into the air as Houston and Melissa join them. Gamblers Anonymous make their way up the ramp, Maverick being helped out by Sebastian as Kraven pulls Billy from the ring, the two of them heading up. The crowd cheers as Enclosure and The Super Dudes all shake hands, congratulating one another in the centre of the ring after a hard-earned win.

Dean Nathaniel; A nice show of respect on behalf of these two teams here tonight, Robert.

Robert Purcell; Yeah, and it makes me sick!

The Bane-Shees and Gamblers walk off the stage, as Enclosure head up the aisle, tagging a few hands. Walt Houston and Steve Sanders follow as El Kabong Jr takes a few moments to tag a few hands of his own at ringside, eventually following on. Houston and Sanders walk off stage as Kabong continues to take in the applause of the crowd, walking up the stage.

Dean Nathaniel; There's some huge appreciation from the fans here tonight, Robert...whoa! Hold on a second!

Suddenly El Kabong Jr finds himself floored as Scottie Rayda charges out from behind the curtain, levelling Kabong with a title belt shot to the head! He leans over the luchadore, pushing the belt in his face and pointing to it as he badmouths him.

Robert Purcell; I guess Kabong can stop awaiting that reply now!

Dean Nathaniel; Well it would appear Scottie Rayda has accepted Kabong's challenge for the pay-per-view, and in emphatic style!

Kabong lies on the stage, rolling around in pain as Rayda looks out at the fans, who curse and throw one or two things towards him as he stands tall over El Kabong Jr. He lifts the belt over his head and turns away, walking off stage as the fans jeer!