Sunday Night Superzone
November 14th, 1999
CWF Arena, Cincinnati, OH

(The scene opens backstage of the Alamo Dome. Reporters have filled the room to the brim. Flash bulbs are going off constantly and a mild stir of noise from the reporters fills the ears of everyone inside. A podium is in the center of a stage with two long tables on either side, each seating eight men. A wall behind the stage has a huge logo for Thanksgiving Turkey Terror on it. The names of CWF superstars are on the wall in random order. President Pat O'Sullivan walks out in his new Armani suit. He walks up to the podium clears his throat and adjusts his suit and tie.)

Prez: Hello ladies and gentlemen of the press. I am CWF President Patrick O'Sullivan and this is the official press conference for Thanksgiving Turkey Terror. Yes the pay-per-view is a few weeks away, but we want to get a good head start. We hope that we make this event a fun experience for the city of San Antonio, after our disappointing pay-per-view Halloween Massacre. We didn't have nearly the wrestlers, roster, and surprises happen I was planning for. However, make no mistake about it, CWF Thanksgiving Turkey Terror will not only go beyond expectations but will make up for any shortcomings of CWF Halloween Massacre. Order the PPV today, and make me, er, us money. Uh, I mean order the PPV and get a great deal, and a great show!

I would now like to bring out one of the first CWF superstar for this press conference. He is one of the members of the original CWF roster. He has held every CWF title except the World and the International. He currently is a member of the longest lasting stable in CWF, DTA. Here is Cyclone.

(The crowd of reporters start taking even more pictures as Cyclone comes out with Jenna. Cyclone is wearing a DTA bandana, Cyclone T-shirt, pair of baggy jeans, and a pair of sunglasses made by the official sunglasses supplier of CWF, Oakley. Jenna is wearing a zebra striped skirt and matching midriff top. Cyclone makes his way to the podium shaking hands with the President.)

Reporter One: Hi, I'm from "Wild World of Wrestling" and I would like to know what your thoughts on the recent reformation of the Revolution without you are.

Cyclone: I was one of the original members of The Revolution. Personally, I don't like the reformation without me. However, I am in a better place, DTA. I am happy with DTA. Mack has rights to the stable so I won't bitch about it.

Reporter Two: Where'd ya get the shades man?

Cyclone: I came prepared because I knew I'd need protection against all those camera flashes!

(Crowd of reporters give a mild chuckle.)

Reporter Three: What are your thoughts on recent reports of your turn to the Corporation?

Cyclone: I am employed by CWF, I am not CWF's bitch. I simply asked around who wanted to tag with me and win those damn belts. The best offer came from Alec Kidd.

Reporter Four: The odds are that your tag match with Garcia Frampton and Wyatte Brock won't be a show stealer. What do you think of that?

Cyclone: Just because Wyatte and Frampton have their heads so far up their asses to realize that they are below the cream of the crop. I mean those two think they are gifts from God himself while the rest of us are just peasants with attitude. I will make a show out of that match. Its gonna be like leading lambs to the slaughter. They being the lambs.

Reporter Five: Will Logan get another win over you Sunday?

Cyclone: Hell no. Logan's scrawny ass won't make it past the first five minutes in the ring with me. He can't handle the pain factor. I ain't the same man you fought before Logan. I am a better, badder, bigger man.

Reporter Six: What do you think about Livewire not giving you a shot at his belt even though you are and have been ranked high enough to get a shot for months? You only ever asked for a shot at the belt twice and asking Livewire was the second time. Livewire said no and has said no to regular matches many times. Does this tick you off?

(Cyclone smiles and nods his head.)

Cyclone: I'm fine with it. See it just shows what kind of man he is. He can cover up with that's not enough to convince him. Cause I will make him pay and I don't need his blessing for a match.

Reporter Seven: Have you got a match for Thanksgiving Turkey Terror yet?

Cyclone: Nope but in good time I will have the perfect match. I will be what makes the PPV worth its money. Hopefully Corporate Hell will get a shot at those tag straps then as well.

Reporter Eight: Are you the person Mack called Ian?

Cyclone: I might be.

Reporter Eight: Is that a yes or no?

Cyclone: Next question.

Reporter Eight: That's a good name. Why are you so ashamed of it?

Cyclone: I'm not ashamed of the name Ian. I'm fine with having that name. However, I don't want you knowing about my personal life. So drop it. Your time is up and my flight is soon. See ya real soon.


(The reporters start yelling things while the camera flashes go off constantly. Cyclone walks off and the President begins introducing the next CWF superstar. The scene fades to black.)

[Scene opens with Steve Johnson paces throughout the building, carrying a chair, and a very pissed off look on his face. He keeps looking at the chair and throwing open doors. Ricky Miller comes across him in the hallway]

Ricky Paige: Steve, what are you looking for?

[SLAM!!!! Steve laces Ricky Paige across his forehead with the chair, dropping him where he stands]

Steve: Birdman.... Mack.... This is only the beginning of a VERY long night for you two.....

[Steve resumes the hunt.... Fade to black.]

(Scene fades in to the CWF Arena. The camera is positioned on the entranceway, focusing on the CWFTron. "Fuel" by Metallica plays, and then a barrage of fireworks shoot up, signaling the beginning of Sunday Night Superzone. The hillbillies, rednecks, and rest of the crowd jumps to their feet, and hold their signs in the air. The camera pans through the crowd, zooming in on various scenes. There is a group of kids with wife beaters on, and have "El Toro" spelled across their chests. A few signs are seen, reading "The Minister Belongs in an Asylum!", "Tornado is a Kopykat!", and "His Name is JAY, not Dan!". The camera then pans to the announcer's desk, where Vanessa McLure, Matt Murdock, and Eric Masterson are seated.)

Matt Murdock: Good evening everyone, and welcome to Sunday Night Superzone! We've got another great show for you tonight!

Vanessa McLure: Yeah right, it's gonna suck! None of our wrestlers are hot, and besides, there's not going to be any blood tonight!

Eric Masterson: Vanessa, is that all you care about? Blood and Body?

Vanessa: Yeah, so? I'll kick your out of shape ass, and you know it!

Matt: All right, you two, settle down. You sound like a married couple…

Eric and Vanessa: SHUT UP!

Matt: Anyway, on the card tonight is The Commander's debut match, as well as X getting a shot at the People's Title, and Cyclone against Logan in a grudge match.

Eric: Speaking of grudges, Steve "Iceman" Johnson is up in a handicap match against Birdman and Mack McMichaels! That one could spell trouble for the Hardcore Specialist.

Vanessa: Yeah! Maybe we'll see blood there…Johnson declared it a hardcore match!

Matt: Maybe…also, we have three tag team matches, which is the first step in determining the number one contender for the CWF World Tag Team Titles.

Vanessa: We wouldn't have to do this crap if Kenny and Massacre would get off their butts and challenge somebody. But nooo, they have to sit on the titles for over a month!

Eric: Vanessa, you know as well as I it wasn't their fault. Nobody challenged them. They have other desires as well. In fact, the Tag Team Champs face each other next Sunday for the World Heavyweight Title!

Vanessa: Stop plugging shit!

Matt: Shut up, Vanessa, we've gotta keep our jobs! Anyway, back to the tag team matchups. The winners of the three matches will square off in a triple threat tag team match next Sunday.

Eric: Don't forget, we also have a special match for you this week.

Vanessa: Oh brother…

Eric: Jay Bronie versus El Toro! Toro is doing double duty this week! Poor guy…

(Suddenly the lights go out, and one huge blue spotlight comes on simultaneously with green strobe lights. "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie begins to play and the fans rise to their feet. Synchronized pyrotechnics give off a huge red blast around the entire entryway. Jenna comes out in a blue evening gown and she points to entryway. Cyclone comes out in his Cyclone T-shirt, DTA bandana, and wrestling tights. The crowd is going nuts as Cyclone gives a few fans high fives and refuses to give anymore. Cyclone enters the ring and he gives some kind of signal and hypnotic strobe lights come on and red pyros fire from the ring posts. Cyclone grabs the mic and looks to the crowd.)

Cyclone: Tonight Corporate Hell will advance in the tag team tourney. Why? Because we're gonna run over Garcia and Wyatte's old crippled asses with great ease. Logan is going to be pummeled. I'm going to serve you the same fate as your boyfriend X. You both give empty promises and look like monkey's asses when you fall short. Face it Logan, you're just not cutting
it.

Now this little issue is for the PPV. I give an open invitational for any champion and any number of men for a Texas Tornado, no count-outs matchup. I want to see who can cut it and there is pretty many I have yet to face. So it's time for a little searching. If nobody accepts, like most challenges seem to go here in CWF, then I will challenge someone in particular. I'll see you tonight when the real show begins.

(Cyclone drops the mic goes to each ring post, climbs it, and starts a DTA chant. Cyclone then exits through the ropes and he helps Jenna out. The fans cheer as the two exit to the back.)

Jay Bronie vs El Toro

Christopher "Loudmouth" Spracher: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the
first bout on tonight's card. To my right, already in the ring, stands the challenger, Jay Bronie!!

(Despite the attempt to work up the fans, they seem to pay little attention as he is introduced....)

Loudmouth: And his opponent, making his way to the ring now, El Toro!!!

(Again the fans fail to respond really. Someone manages to hit El Toro with a well-aimed soda cup, but otherwise the fans seem to ignore him as well.)

Matt: What in the world could have inspired THIS match?? I mean it was bad enough we
had to see them fight real wrestlers, now they're gonna fight each OTHER?!?

Eric: I would guess that there is some bad blood over last weeks loss to JV and Desmond Destiny, and that is the reason.

Vanessa: Puh-leeze. I could put on a better show then they are. Look at those punches??
They look like a pair of elementary school girls...

Eric: Are you hearing something?? I swear there's some sort of noise...

Matt: Yeah, it sounds like the whole audience fell asleep!!

Eric: No... wait... look over there...

(Some fans seem distracted, and the cameras point, ignoring the rather pathetic battle in the ring, towards the ring entry. At the top of the ramp, just inside the entryway, a single light is seen, almost looking like a headlight. The sound that was being referred to sounds like the growl of an engine, finely tuned and tinkered with to maximum efficiency. The thing begins to slowly move forward, the light proven to be a headlight, backed by the chrome steel of the headlight and fork that holds the front wheel. Leather-clad arms hold the steering wheel in place as the motorcycle, which anyone who knows about such things would recognize as a Harley, inches forward. The figure riding it is impressive, even sitting down. Long black hair hangs about his shoulders, and his eyes hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses. A black goatee seems only to serve to make his scowl look that much fiercer. His arms and chest are covered by a black leather trenchcoat, and underneath is worn a black muscle shirt. Well-worn and faded jeans cover his legs before revealing the heavy cycling boots he wears. He continuously cranks on the throttle, now sitting the motorcycle still at the head of the ring ramp, looking about as the rumbling noise fills the arena with each crank of his hand. Then he lifts his feet and drives it down the ramp and to the ring. He looks in at the two jobbers within, and with a casual flick of his hand, turns off the motor. He gets off the cycle and climbs into the ring, where the two jobbers watch him, confused.)

Vanessa: Well at least we might see something interesting.

Eric: Who IS this guy?!? Is he on your schedule??

Matt: I don't think it matters. That guy has got to be easily seven feet tall!!

Eric: Around there, but do we have any idea who he is??

Vanessa: Does it matter? He's going to alleviate our boredom from that terrible match...

Matt: And alleviate he is. Those two morons are trying to rush this monster.

Eric: Trying being the key word. He just leveled one with a boot to the jaw. And the other
he's grabbed.

Matt: What is he doing?? OH NO!! He just sent Jay over the top rope with a T-bone
suplex!!

Eric: Someone call the EMTs!! Jay Bronie is down and down hard. He sailed right over that
motorcycle and hit the concrete hard!!

Vanessa: What's he doing to the other guy though? Looks like he's pulling him up and just
holding him in a vertical suplex...

Matt: My God... look at him hold that man up there. I mean El Toro ain't a small man!!

Eric: Amazing, he's held El Toro vertical for almost a minute... he's dropping him down,
wait... He's dropping him down Piledriver style!!

Vanessa: Goodnight El Toro...

Matt: Yeah, he'll be out like a light from that move!

Eric: This guy wants a mic...

Vanessa: Maybe we'll find out who he is...

(A microphone is tossed in to the unknown man in the ring. He looks out slowly over the sea of fans, brushing a hand lightly over his goatee before lifting the mic to begin speaking in a surprisingly smooth baritone voice...)

Man: You have no idea who I am. Frankly, if you never knew, I could care less. Because I am not here to swell my ego. I am not here to be ANYONE'S savior. And I am not here for anything you have seen before. I am an outcast, a rebel, a misfit. A man who society has turned their back on time and time again. An outsider to the things you hold to be quite the norm. But while I could care less, I want you to remember my name. I want to burn into each and every one of your minds so that when you go home tonight, you will remember who walked in, and who destroyed those you would normally put in my way. These jobbers, they are weak pathetic fools. I destroyed two without even breaking a sweat. But I am here for the real meat. The real battles. The real challenges.

I see you already have a revolution here. You have teams swirling about doing their own little things, people doing whatever to get over. I don't care. A revolution is too organized for me. I am the rebellion that stalks within the heart of every man woman and child here tonight. I am that inner soul crying out for freedom. And tonight, and forever more, all will remember my name. All will know my name. This jobber in the ring felt the fury of my Ground Zero. Just remember, any of you in the back watching. Next week, you could feel it. You could feel your head slammed against the mat, could feel consciousness leave you as you hear that final three count. And you will all remember the name...

The name of Alexander Hart.

(The large man then turns away, climbing over the top rope to drop down by his cycle. He climbs onto it, and kicks the motor once again into gear, filling the arena with the sounds of the motor, even as he turns it towards the back, and drives it from sight.)

Vanessa: Alexander Hart hmmm?? Now there's someone who knows how to make an impression...

Matt: And judging by those cheers, I would say either they were glad to see the two jobbers get their asses kicked, or they agree with you Vanessa.

Eric: Either way, it looks like we have a large new challenger here in the CWF. I hope to have more information on him as the night progresses, but for now we will return after THESE commercial messages...

(And with that, the scene fades out to a commercial. A video of a bunch of wrestlers doing their finishers and other moves comes on the screen. It shows a bunch of videos for some kind of fed. Than it goes to a locker room with Brett Logan and "Livewire" Ken Sparks sitting down.)

Brett Logan: Hey Ken, did you hear about the XWF?

Livewire: No, what's that?

Brett Logan: It's a great new fed. I have been promoting it for a while. I even helped in development. We made it a lot like the CWF. It's a real good Fed!

Livewire: Really, sounds good, tell me more though.

Brett Logan: Well it accepts original wrestlers only, no copycats allowed. It works a lot like how the CWF does. It's trying to start of very soon and it has a very big PPV planned in December, like a Millenium type thing.

Livewire: Sounds cool, where can I join?

Brett Logan: Just contact me (Handler of Brett Logan) at [email protected]. I will give you all the info you need.

Livewire: Sounds good.

(The two walk out than it cuts to a screen with just Brett)

Brett Logan: Brett Logan here, I'm a wrestler in the CWF, the best fed on the planet. But there is a reason the CWF has gotten this far, no we didn't have Sable show her tits a thousand times, we worked hard. We were a small fed once, and the bigger guys helped us to get where we are. Well now that we are big its time to do our part and tell you about smaller feds trying to make it out there! The XWF is a great new fed that has just now started. The XWF is looking for someone, anyone who thinks they can kick some ass to join. If you're interested in joining the XWF just contact me at 1(800)555-XWF4life or email me at [email protected]. Thank you!

(The Promo ends and comes back to the CWF)

The Commander vs El Toro

Mat Murdock: Let's go to our ring announcer Christopher Reden for the introductions.


Christopher "Loudmouth" Spracher: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for one fall, first
already in the ring, El Toro! His opponent, making his CWF debut, The Commander!!

("Taps" plays for The Commander as he walks down to the ring. He rolls in and gets a few cheers. The crowd seems to be quiet for the most part.)

Eric Masterson: All right the bell rings for our first matchup of the night.

Matt: Wow, The Commander starting off fast with a boot to the gut and a body slam. That came out of nowhere!

Vanessa McLure: El Toro is getting up. The Commander goes for one of his favorite
moves, "Sweet Shin Music" but misses and gets tangled up in the ropes. El
Toro got out of the way quick that time!

Eric: While the Commander is untying himself from the ropes, El Toro puts a sleeper on the Commander. El Toro is really working the new guy.

Vanessa: Oh no, not anymore, the Commander got himself out. Two elbows to the gut and he's out of the sleeper. The Commander throws El Toro into the ropes, bounces back, and hits with a boot to the face.

Matt: El Toro really seems to be in some pain now. The Commander is setting El Toro near the ropes.

Eric: Commander backs into a corner…one jump, two jumps, three, and a moonsault, connects! Twenty One Gun Salute! The cover… 1.......2..........3!

Vanessa: It's over. The Commander wins!

Matt: It's good to see newcomers win their first match. Especially when they have the ability that The Commander does.

(The scene in the ring ends, and a camera shot fades in on a Church. Livewire Ken Sparks walks past the camera and enters the Church. The shot fades out then we see the inside of the Church. Livewire walks inside and goes to the right hand side, he walks past the first stain glass window and flinches. He sits down in the middle of a row. There is about five other people in the church. Livewire begins to speak. )

L: Massacre, here I am. In a place well known to you, a Church. I remember our fight in the Church of the Unholy all too well Massacre. That was my first loss in the CWF Massacre, my first loss is credited to you Massacre. You think you can duplicate the past, well you are wrong Massacre. I won't be victim of your little head games this time around Massacre, I won't allow
it. See, I am the CWF World Champion. I don't have to beat you Minister, you have to beat ME. And you will not be able to defeat me Massacre, I have learned much since we last met. You have left the CWF and come back, but after I defeat you, you may want to retire again. I defeated Dead Drunk Dan Williams, something you cannot lay claim to, how unfortunate for you Massacre. Something you wanted so badly that you could taste it, now you can never have it, because I took it away from you, my friend. Massacre, we will meet in one week's time, be prepared Massacre.

Brett Logan and X, you two go around the CWF like a bunch of clowns. I don't care if we were best pals or not Logan, your time will come soon, and you better be ready. We made EO, but that time is past, your darker, more sinister, but I do not fear you Logan. I know what makes you tick, I know how you think, I know what move you want to do, I know your fears, and I know
you cannot defeat me. X, you are guided by Logan, a sheep led to the slaughter I would say.

Mack and the Revolution, you get off by making fun of others. By implying sexual preferences, such are the actions of sophomores in high school. Perhaps I will send you fools to detention, beware Revolution, what goes around does come around when you least expect it.

Wyatte, I commend you for being a true role model. Don't get caught up in the dangers of the CWF. You are a man of courage and honor. I hope that one day we meet under amicable circumstances for the CWF World belt.

DTA, you are dazed and confused, befuddled because you have lost your leader. Do not worry DTA, the end is near for you. Massacre, I have focused on the CWF in general during these past minutes, note that this week I will direct my attention to you fully. I have given the Livewire-a-diction, go in anger Massacre.

(Scene ends.)

Garcia Frampton vs X for the People's Title

Christopher "Loudmouth" Spracher: Ladies and gentleman, our next match is one fall only and it is for the CWF People's title. Coming down the isle weighing 248 pounds and standing 6'5", the challenger, the mysterious X!!!!!

( "Coma White" by Marilyn Manson plays. X comes out wearing black jeans and a black trenchcoat. )

Loudmouth: And the CWF People's Champion, weighing 235lbs and standing 6'2, Garcia Frampton!!!!

( "What's Your Name" by Lynrd Skynrd plays. Garcia comes to the ring with the People's title. )

DING DING DING DING DING.


Matt: Garcia locks up with X, and an arm-drag takedown by Garcia. Both men are rookies but have already impressed so many people during their short time in the CWF so far. Garcia gives X and shoulder breaker.

Eric: X tries to roll out by Garcia brings him back in and shoots him across the ring and X catches Garcia with a boot and then X snaps a DDT and Garcia is down. I think it was a mistake by Garcia, X was down and he should have kept him down, not shoot him across the ropes.

Vanessa: Yeah I agree. X sets up Garcia on the top rope, both men are standing, X hooks onto Garcia, SUPERPLEX!!!! Both of them came crashing to the mat.

Matt: Now X rolls on top of Frampton and looks to make the cover.

JJ: One.........two.......

Matt: Kickout at two and a half by Frampton. X grapevines a leg of Garcia and puts him in a ankle lock submission hold!!! Perhaps X was a shootfighter for the UFC before coming here to the CWF. X could be anyone since that mask prevents us from knowing his identity.

Eric: X is really pushing down on the foot and ankle, putting a lot of pressure on it. This isn't good for Frampton, we're gonna see what kind of pain threshold this kid has.

Vanessa: Frampton reaching for the ropes!! Can he make it just a few seconds longer or will he tap?? He's almost to the ropes. He got them!!! Now X must break the hold, but he isn't!

Matt: The ref, Jordan Jones is starting the count, one, two, three, fo...X finally breaks the hold. X gives Garcia some kicks to the back. Now X faces the crowd and he is promptly booed. And X seems to like it, though we cannot see his face, he is mocking the crowd and he just motioned for them to kiss his ass!

Eric: Frampton from behind with a superkick to the back of the head. X goes down and Frampton goes up. Upstairs that is, Frampton comes off the top rope with a five star frog splash!!! Cover on X.

JJ: One...........two........

Eric: Almost got three but X kicks out!

Vanessa: Now Frampton gives X an overhead-release suplex. X lands on his shoulder in an awkward position. Frampton gives X a kick to the midsection and then plants him with an evenflow DDT.

Matt: Now Frampton goes up one more time, but X climbs up also, X's back is to the ring, Framptons back is to the crowd. OH MY GOD!!!!! Super Frankensteiner by X on Frampton, GOOD GOD!!!

Vanessa: Now X rolls on top for the cover but Frampton is aware of where he is and gets a foot on the rope, and the ref stops the count. X picks Garcia up and picks him up for a powerbomb, but turns it into a shoulder breaker!!!

Eric: Garcia is rolling in pain and strife on the mat, he's clutching his shoulder. X now motions with his hands that he will be the new People's champion. He walks over to Frampton, but Frampton gets a small package.

JJ: One.........two......thr

Matt: Kickout by X. Now X is pissed that he almost got pinned and he sets up Frampton, and gives him a gut buster!!! Now X motions for the ref to make the count but X doesn't cover!!!

Eric: What is X trying to prove?

Vanessa: Maybe that he's sick of losing and being beat by losers like Cyclone and Surfer Dude. X is pissed off at the CWF and he's taking it out on Garcia like it's nobodies business.

Matt: X picks up Garcia, and puts him over his shoulder, oh there it is, the Death Warrant!!!

JJ: One........two............three!!!

Loudmouth: Your winner, and NEEEEEWWWWW CWF People's Champion, the mysterious X!!!

( X grabs the belt from the ref, then puts it around his waist and leaves.)

Matt: What a match! Garcia never gave up, but he was just a little overmatched…

Eric: Look, here comes Brett Logan, I guess he's going to celebrate with his friend!

Vanessa: NOO, look! He just attacked Garcia from behind! YES!!!

Matt: Why? What is Brett Logan doing! X jumps in on the attack as well! They are stomping on the fallen Frampton!

Vanessa: Oh look, here comes that lamer Wyatte Brock. He hits a clothesline, knocking X out of the ring, and locks up with Logan. Low blow by Logan! Brock falls to the mat, in agony! I love it!

Eric: Logan rolls out of the ring, and him and X leave, yelling at Frampton and Brock. We've got a new People's Champion, X, how about that?

("Coma White" by Marilyn Manson plays as the two men leave the ring.)

[Camera cuts away to Steve, who is slamming on doors with his chair. He finally comes across a door marked "Revolution" upon entering, Steve spies Ryan McMichaels, and jacks him with the chair, splitting him open. The Bodyguard, turns to him quickly and nails Steve with a right hand to the head. Steve comes back with a kick to the groin, and grabs TBG by the neck, and throws him head first into the wall]

Steve: MACK!!!! Keep talking boy..... I guaren-DAMN-TEE that tonight, you WILL be shut up!

[Steve storms out of the locker room, and throws his chair down. He ducks into HIS locker room, and comes out a second later carrying his barbed wire wrapped Singapore cane]

Steve: Chicken Boy...... Bird Thing... Oh now I remember, Bird BOY. THIS is your fate onight......

[Steve storms away form the camera once again carrying his extreme weapon]

Cyclone vs Brett Logan

Loudmouth: The following attraction is a wrestling contest, one fall, with a ten-minute time limit. First, from Tampa, Florida, weighing 248 pounds…Brett Logan.

[ "Nobody Like You" by Limp Bizkit starts to play, and a small group at ringside begins to mosh. Logan strolls down the ramp and picks up a mic. He climbs into the ring and starts to say something, but stops, throws down the mic and waits.]

Loudmouth: And from parts unknown, Cyclone ......

[The opening chords of "More Human than Human" by White Zombie kick in and the crowd cheers. Cyclone runs to the ring, accompanied by Jenna, but stops outside and walks slowly up the ring steps, watching Logan the whole time.]

Vanessa: I noticed that Cyclone didn't bring his bucket to the ring.

Matt: You're right .. and I must mention that Brett Logan has dyed his hair black .. if you didn't notice.

Vanessa: It seems that his hair and his soul have both gone dark…

Eric: Once again, we gather in attendance to watch a battle between Brett Logan and Cyclone!

Matt: These two just have a great hatred for one another, will it ever stop?

Vanessa: Not as long as these two have nothing better to focus on, which they just don't.

Eric: They are staring each other down .. How will this match be different than the others, Vanessa?

Vanessa: I don't know .. I predict fast and furious ...

Matt: Logan and Cyclone lock up, and Logan headbutts Cyclone and punches him in the face!!

Eric: When these two fight, it seems that their skills disappear and it degenerates into a brawl.

Vanessa: Logan whips Cyclone to the ropes and elbows him in the face…

Matt: Cyclone is starting off slow here.

Eric: Logan kicks him in the armpit and pulls him up!

Vanessa: Armwhip to the corner, Cyclone is sagging…

Eric: Logan rushes the corner ... BIG BOOT to the face by Cyclone!!

Matt: Logan is staggered, Cyclone clotheslines him!!

Vanessa: Cyclone is shaking out his cobwebs, and goes for a standing suplex. He lifts Logan up and...

Eric: His legs are looking a little wobbly, they both fall over!

Matt: Logan pulls himself up by the ropes…

Vanessa: Cyclone looks like he has his wits again and is standing up.

Matt: He walks over to Logan and clubs him on the back of his neck.

Eric: Logan is down on one knee .. Oh my!!

Vanessa: Low blow by Logan, Cyclone crumples to the mat!

Matt: That's not Logan's style…

Vanessa: It is now, that's the second time we've seen it tonight!

Eric: Logan pulls himself up again, he's climbing the ropes, he slips ... no ... he is climbing again

Matt: He's taking too long…

Vanessa: Cyclone stands up and falls into the opposite corner from Logan, that'll be too far to jump from!

Eric: Logan's standing on the top rope, he looks back and ... now he sees that his climb was for nothing…

Matt: Logan jumps down to the mat, he's starting to walk toward Cyclone…

Vanessa: Cyclone is walking toward Logan.

Matt: Cyclone spears Logan out of nowhere!!!!

Eric: He's pounding Logan now!!

Vanessa: Logan rolls over, he's pounding Cyclone now!!!

Matt: They roll into the ropes, and the ref tries to break them up, but he can't do it…

Eric: They both fall to the floor!

Vanessa: Cyclone has a chair, Logan has a chair .. they both swing!

Matt: Dueling chairs, just like a Douglas Fairbanks movie…

Eric: Logan kicks at Cyclone and gets hit in the knee, his bad knee!

Matt: Bad move, Cyclone swings at Logan's head, BLOCKED!!

Vanessa: Whew, that wouldn't have been a nice thing….

Eric: Logan jabs his chair into Cyclone's stomach and retreats back into the ring to check on his knee.

Matt: Cyclone slides back in, too…

Vanessa: Back and forth, just like sissy-ass tennis, or mock trial competition!

Eric: Cyclone throws his chair down and motions for Logan to "Come on"!

Matt: Logan throws his chair at Cyclone and charges. Ooops, Cyclone jumped to avoid the chair, but got hit by the running Logan.

Vanessa: Logan picks Cyclone up on his shoulder .. DVD, and that wasn't with alternate sound channel!

Matt: The ref counts ... 1 -2 -

Eric: Kick out by Cyclone!!

Vanessa: That took a lot of effort…

Eric: Logan slaps the mat, showing the ref the proper pin count.

Matt: Cyclone rolled away while Logan was arguing.

Vanessa: Logan stands up .. oh, he gets dropkicked. Cyclone gets behind him ... German Suplex.

Eric: Logan is stunned, Cyclone goes for another German Suplex .. Oh, heel kick to Cyclone's groin.

Matt: Logan gets behind Cyclone and ... DRAGON SUPLEX!!!!

Vanessa: Now he is turning Cyclone over for ... Camel Clutch…

Eric: Cyclone is in obvious pain.

Matt: Yes, the ref is asking him if he will submit.

Vanessa: He's submitting, he's giving up!!

Eric: No, he's not he's shaking his head "no"…

Vanessa: I think he's quitting!

Matt: No, Cyclone is powering himself up, with Logan on his back…

Eric: He's stumbling back towards the corner!!

Vanessa: Logan pushes off and is sitting on the top rope!

Matt: Cyclone turns around, Logan kicks him in the face!!!

Eric: Cyclone falls against Logan, Logan is in perfect position for The Final Judgement, he stands up…

Vanessa: Ow, payback is a bitch ... Cyclone gives Logan a crotch shot!!

Matt: Cyclone to the top rope ... CYCLONE DROP!!!

Eric: Both men are down, both men are down!!!

Matt: Cyclone rolls over on to Logan, the ref is counting ...

Vanessa: 1 .....2 .….3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The bell rings]

Eric: What a match … Logan was much more aggressive than I have seen him in quite a while.

Vanessa: I used to hate Logan, but now ... I may have to look him up!

Matt: Both men are still down, neither looks like the winner here…wait a minute here comes X!

Vanessa: Yes! I like this guy too!

Eric: He dives into the ring, and picks up Cyclone…DEATH WARRANT!

Matt: Good God! What is up with Logan and X! X helps up Logan, and the two men begin to stomp on Cyclone! Jenna is yelling for help from someone, anyone! Referee Greg Falling tries to break it up, but he can't!

Eric: Look! Here comes Surfer Dude, with a chair!! He slides into the ring, and is met by Logan! Logan clothesline, DUCKED by Surfer Dude! Surfer Dude tosses him the chair…POINT BREAK!! POINT BREAK!!

Vanessa: Noooo!

Matt: X stops attacking Cyclone for a minute, only to be met by Surfer Dude with a kick to the gut, and he tosses X out of the ring! The Dude is clearing house! Logan and X are hightailing it out of there…

(The lights go out, and "Battle For Heaven" by Glenn Danzig plays. A blue spotlight comes on in the ring, where Cyclone and Surfer Dude are. Surfer Dude is knocked out, and there is a figure in the ring, with a claw around his neck.)

Matt: Who is that man in the ring? He blades Cyclone with the claw, and wipes his hand on Cyclone's bloody forehead, and licks the blood from his hand!

Eric: I don't know…He just tied Cyclone up in the ropes, and pulls out a flask of red liquid! He makes Cyclone drink from it! We've got to go to a commercial break, we'll be right back…

(Scene opens with scenes from Mack McMichaels ring entrance shown out of order in random short clips. "SHOVE IT" by The Deftones is playing and Mack enters the screen's view with the scenes behind him. The Bodyguard shows up next and is holding up a Mack McMichaels "God of Wrestling" shirt. Then Ryan McMichaels comes in wearing a "Revolution" hooded sweatshirt with Mack, Ryan, and TBG's faces on it with the disciples in the background.)

Mack: Well, well, well the IQ level is higher during this commercial break than it probably was during the past segment on TV. So get yourself some high impact gear. Get my "God of Wrestling" shirt or "The Revolution" hooded sweatshirt. The God shirt is only $19.95 and the Revolution hooded sweatshirt is $22.95.

Ryan: Buy them now. Buy them now. Buy them now. You are my zombie mind slave and will buy 20 shirts of each kind you see here now. Buy them now!

Mack: God! (smacking himself in the forehead) Anyways, why I got the chance. Have you been ileMacked yet?

(Screen fades out on clips of Mack and The Revolution to "Shove It" by The Deftones.)

Wyatte "Steel" Brock and Garcia Frampton vs Corporate Hell

Chris "Loudmouth" Spracher: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is a first round tag tourney match, coming down the isle, the team of Corporate Hell, Cyclone and Smart Alec Kidd.

( "More human Than human" by White Zombie plays. Cyclone and Alec Kidd come out with Jenna. )

Chris: And their opponents, The Role Model Wyatte "Steel" Brock, and Garcia Frampton.

DING DING DING.

Matt: All four men are in the ring and it's one big brawl!!! Brock and Cyclone are duking it out and Frampton is paired with Kidd. Cyclone rushes towards Wyatte BUT Wyatte back body drops Cyclone to the floor. Cyclone ain't gonna get up for awhile.

Eric: I agree, he rushed in like a green rookie and that's what it got him. Now Kidd backs Frampton into the corner but Wyatte splashes Kidd into the corner and Garcia moves. Kidd is now down!!! Kidd takes to the outside. Looks like it's regroup time for Corporate Hell.

Vanessa: Cyclone and Kidd exchange words. Now Kidd and Cyclone roll back in the ring. Kidd is on the outside and Cyclone will be the legal man. Wyatte will start things off for his team. After a wild melee the match will now settle down it looks like.

Matt: Wyatte and Cyclone lock up in a collar and elbow, but Cyclone knees Wyatte. Cyclone gives Wyatte an eye guage. Cyclone hot-shots Wyatte across the ring ropes. Wyatte is down and Cyclone lays in some boots.

Eric: Now Cyclone goes and makes a tag to Kidd. Keep in mind fans we don' t know much about Kidd, so Wyatte must be at a disadvantage. Kidd gives Wyatte and reverse DDT. He covers.

JJ: One…...two…..

Vanessa: Kickout right after two says Jordan Jones. Kidd just stands there and lets Wyatte make the tag to Garcia. Garcia was the CWF Peoples champion going into this SNS but lost to X earlier tonight. Garcia catches Kidd sleeping and connects with a drop kick.

Matt: There is much excitement on the internet about this tag tourney, a lot of people feel that the Head Executive and the President are in cahoots with our Commissioner Kidd and Cyclone and that no matter what Corporate Hell will advance tonight. Garcia puts Kidd in a figure four!!!

Eric: Shades of Ric Flair!!! Garcia really wrenching it in, showing Cyclone that Garcia is a man's name and that Garcia is Da Man!!! And I don't mean a bald headed ex falcon in WCW. Cyclone is in some extreme pain. Kidd is screaming for Cyclone to grab the ropes, but Cyclone is TOO far away.

Vanessa: Garcia pushes with his arms, still has the figure four on Cyclone and makes the tag to Wyatte. Great strength by Garcia, he kept the hold on and pushed with his arms over to his corner to make the tag. And Wyatte climbs the top rope!!! Wyatte comes crashing down on Cyclone's legs and that can't do anymore good, but it can do loads of more harm.

Matt: Incredible! Now Garcia rolls out and Wyatte makes the cover, but Kidd comes in and breaks it up. The ref doesn't even admonish Kidd for coming in! What's up with that?

Eric: I don't know, Wyatte gives Cyclone a tornado DDT from the second ring rope and makes the cover. But before the ref can even get down to make the count, Kidd comes in and breaks it up. Come on ref!!! Ever hear of DQ when you went to ref school?

Vanessa: Wyatte tags in Garcia who gets off and second rope moonsault and before making a cover he knocks Kidd off the ring rope. Kidd is down and Garcia, frustrated, doesn't even make the cover, he does a corkscrew plancha off the top rope onto Kidd. I guess he's mad about losing the title and about the ref being a little one sided.

Matt: Now Garcia rolls in but Cyclone is up and gives Garcia a kick then the Cyclone drop!!! BUT this time Wyatte comes in and breaks it up, and now the ref yells at Wyatte!!! Wyatte is a role model and I do condone him breaking Cyclones cover because this ref is being a jackass!!!

Eric: I agree, the ref orders Wyatte to get out of the ring and he does, now Cyclone covers Garcia, who is still down.

JJ: One, two, thr-

Eric: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? A very FAST count by the ref but Garcia still kicks out. Kidd is up and Cyclone makes the tag. Kidd gives Garcia a cradle piledriver!!! Cover by Kidd.

JJ: One,two,three!!

Vanessa: Three!!! The Corporate powers that be succeed in screwing another dumb CWFer that isn't part of the backstage clique!

Matt: WRONG again Vanessa. That fast count still wasn't enough to get it down, as Garcia had his foot on the rope, the match continues!

Eric: Now Kidd whips Garcia across the ring and Garcia connects with Cyclone knocking Cyclone to the outside and knocking Garcia down but not before he accidentally collides with the ref. Cyclone, Garcia and the ref are all down!!! Now Kidd reaches into his tights.

Vanessa: YES I can't wait to see...brass knuckles???

Matt: Garcia getting up and Kidd knocks him down with a punch to the face and give the assist to the brass knuckles, but in comes Wyatte and Kidd knocks him down TOO. Kidd covers Wyatte!!!

Vanessa: But the ref is still down. Wait here comes the other CWF ref, Greg Falling! He slides into the ring, but he doesn' t make the count.

Eric: Ha ha ha, thats because Wyatte is NOT the legal man. Kidd is pissed and now he goes over to Garcia who is still down from the brass knuckles punch, Falling goes down to make the cover and wait a minute, small package by Garcia.

Greg Falling: One…two…three!!!!!

Matt: YES, justice is served!!! Corporate Hell can go to hell.

Loudmouth: Your winners, the team of Wyatte "Steele" Brock and Garcia Frampton!!!

Vanessa: Damn it! Damn it all to Hell!

Eric: Wow, I don't think we've seen somebody win on a small package in months! I guess Kidd had some ring rust…

Matt: On to the next match!

Vanessa: What the hell? Who turned out the lights?!

("Battle For Heaven" by Glenn Danzig plays, and blue lights come on in the ring. Wyatte Brock is getting beat down by three people: a masked man in an orange jumpsuit and shackles on his hands and feet, a robed man with a claw around his neck, and another masked man with a leather trenchcoat and Gravedigger tights. The Black Widow walks to ringside throwing dead black rose petals on the ground and Minister Massacre leads four robed figures to ringside. They enter the ring and fire shoots out of the turnbuckles, and continues to flame...Minister Massacre picks up Wyatte Brock and gives him the Bloody Benediction. He tears the United States flag off of Brock's singlet and throws it on the ground. The figure with the claw scratches Brock's forehead, wipes his blood on his hand and licks it off his fingers, then spits it on Brock's singlet. Minister Massacre reaches in his pocket and throws a handful of dirt on the singlet and it erupts into flames. MM gets a mic and the inmate in the Gravedigger tights stands next to him.)

MM: Allow me to introduce. . .(pulls the mask off of the man, revealing the Assassin) THE ASSASSIN. Wyatte, may your soul be lost.(Assassin takes the mic)

A: THE REIGN OF TERROR CONTINUES!

(Laughs maniacally, then chokes out Brock. Then they leave the ring.)

Straight Shooters vs Logan and X

Loudmouth: Ladies and gentlemen, this following match up is for one fall and a tag team match up. It is also the second of three Tag Team Tournament First Round Matches. First making their way to the ring accompanied by their manager, Frank Underton, here is The Straight Shooters!!!!

("Song 2" by Blur begins to play as The Straight Shooters run to the ring. The crowd doesn't give much of a reaction.)

Loudmouth: And now their opponents, Brett Logan and X!

(Brett Logan and X come out to "Coma White" by Marylin Manson.)

Matt: Folks the bell rings and these two teams start this one off with a four-man brawl.

Vanessa: Frank hits X and the ref, Jordan Jones, is telling Frank he must exit the ring. And he does. Oh poo!

Eric: Logan clotheslines Slim Jim over the top rope.

Matt: Fatboy and X are the legal men here. Fatboy does a scoop slam on X. Logan comes in and hits Fatboy. Jones yells at Logan, and Slim Jim comes in and double teams X. Logan pushes the ref aside and drop kicks both Slim Jim and Fatboy. The ref orders Slim Jim and Logan to get out of the ring and both eventually do.

Eric: X is getting up but Fatboy hits a drop kick on him. Fatboy picks X up and hits a reverse DDT. Fatboy goes for a cover.

Jones: 1...2…

Matt: A kick out! Logan climbs the ropes and hits a frog splash on Fatboy. Logan rushes out as X picks Fatboy up and hits a German suplex. X tags Logan.

Vanessa: Logan and X double team Fatboy with a series of kicks. X picks Fatboy up and both Logan and X hit the Dudley Death Drop. X exits the ring. This is good!

Matt: Not really. Logan grabs Fatboy and takes him to the ropes. Logan hits a couple of punches and Logan begins to climb the ropes.

(The match is suddenly cut off by a commercial break. Screen opens a few CWF wrestlers being body slammed, hit with chairs, sweating, bleeding, screaming in pain, and a few doing their finishers. Vanessa McLure walks onto the set with ex-CWF Announcer, Ted Randy. She pulls Ted by his tie. In her other hand is a bottle of CWF cologne.)

Vanessa: Wanna smell like a wrestler?

Ted: Uh huh!

Vanessa: Good! Cause those hunks just make the ladies drool. Now you too can smell like a CWF wrestler. All the blood, sweat, body odor, stink of dead, and other wonderful smells they conjure up in the ring. Its only $35 a bottle of that wonderful love potion they call CWF cologne.

Ted: On second thought I don't wanna smell like a CWF wrestler. I'll smell like me, Ted Randy.

(Vanessa pulls tighter on his tie and mumbles to him to shut up.)

Ted: Smell like Ted Randy and everyone will be hot for your bod. That means both ladies and men. This cologne is recommended for guys and only costs $24.99 a bottle.

(Ted pulls a bottle out and smiles. Vanessa grabs the bottle and smashes it over Ted's head.)

Vanessa: Remember you too can smell like a real CWF wrestler.

(Vanessa kicks Ted off the set and bends over yelling at him. The camera man gets a close up view of Vanessa bending over. Vanessa turns around notices and pushes the camera man over as she cusses him out. In the mist of all the bleeping, the camera goes out. SNS returns with an irrated Matt and Eric.)

Matt: Who the hell placed that commercial there?

Eric: We missed the end of the damn match. Let's show the instant replay.

(Instant replay starts up and the screen does a double feature.)

Vanessa: Logan hits The Last Judgement. Fatboy is out cold. Slim Jim runs
in but X tackles him. Logan with the cover.

Jordan Jones: 1…2…3!!!

Loudmouth: Your winners and advancing to the three-way dance, Logan and X.

(The double feature ends and the instant replay stops.)

Matt: Well, you guys at home didn't miss much. Logan and X dominated, with the Straight Shooters getting their asses kicked severely.

Vanessa: You guys liked that commercial anyway, I know you did!

Eric: Well, the teams of Garcia Frampton and Wyatte "Steel" Brock and Brett Logan and X have made it to the triple threat dance next Sunday. Up next, the Revolution against Chronically Rasta.

Revolution against Chronically Rasta

Christopher "Loudmouth" Spracher: Our next match is part of the currently running Tag Team Tournament. It is set for one fall. The next match is between the rude and crude Mack and Ryan McMichaels of the Revolution and JV and Desmond Destiny of Chronically Rasta.

("Shove It (My Own Summer)" by the Deftones blasts over the pa as Mack McMichaels and Ryan McMichaels walk out onto the rampway. Most of the fans boo them and the others don't seem to care. Mack and Ryan walk down the rampway and slide into the ring, they start to show off)

Matt Murdock: I'm sorry but I really don't like these guys! Did you see one of their interviews this week, the one where they talked about screwing animals!

Vanessa McLure: Been There Done Th.....Oh thats nasty!

(As Matt and Eric both look at her in amazement "Dark Side of the Wall: 2000" by Public Enemy blasts over the PA as Desmond Destiny walks out on the rampway. The fans give him a minor pop as he walks down to the ring, he jumps in and waits for his partner)

Eric Masterson: These guys have been looking pretty good as of lately!

("I Like to Get High" by Cypress Hill blasts over the pa as JV walks onto the rampway. The Crowd gives him a very minor pop as he walks to the ring full of himself. He jumps in and makes some obscene gestures to the crowd and the fans love it.)

DING DING DING

Matt Murdock: Thats the bell and this match is underway. Desmond and Mack will start things off. If you guys remember these two hooked up at the PPV and Mack had his fak....Intercontinental Title taken away from him by Desmond, so there is some bad blood here.

Eric Masterson: Desmond and Mack hook up and Mack takes the advantage, he whips Desmond into the ropes and he comes back and ducks under Mack's clothesline and comes back off the ropes with a clothesline of his own on Mack.

Vanessa McLure: Mack gets up slowly as Desmond grabs him by the hair. Mack complains to the ref about the hair pulling and Desmond kicks him in the back. Desmond tags in his partner JV.

Matt Murdock: JV in and he's running all over the ring. Mack is laughing as is Ryan. Desmond just shakes his head. Mack and JV go at it and once again Mack with the advantage. He gives a front face DDT to JV and gets up and showboats.

Eric Masterson: Both of these teams, with the exception of Desmond, sure like to show off!

Vanessa McLure: What's wrong with that!?

Eric Masterson(ignoring Vanessa): Mack tags in Ryan and we finally get to see him in real action, this will be interesting!

Matt Murdock: Ryan goes at JV but JV gives him a boot to the face. He picks Ryan up by the hair and slings him to the turnbuckle. He climbs the turnbuckle and does a small DDT off of the middle rope, nice move!

Vanessa McLure: Ryan gets up and counters by gouging JV in the eyes, JV can't see anything.

Eric Masterson: Ryan chop blocks JV from behind and goes for a pin!

1....kickout…

Matt Murdock: Ryan gets up and yells at the ref, he says that should of been 3, My gosh it wasn't even 2!

Vanessa McLure: JV up and he tries to tag Desmond back in but Ryan stops him. Ryan pulls JV over to their corner and he tags in Mack. Mack and Ryan tag team JV by doing a double Suplex!

Eric Masterson: Mack in and he does a DDT and climbs the ropes. He is on top and he does a frog splash off the top ropes and connects!

Matt Murdock: Mack tags Ryan again and Ryan climbs the ropes. Mack holds JV down as Ryan comes off the top ropes with another frog splash. Revolution really taking it to JV and Chronically Rasta!

Vanessa McLure: JV really needs to make a tag but Mack and Ryan are keeping him in their corner.

Eric Masterson: JV is up and he tries to make it over for a tag but once again Ryan keeps him in there. Ryan pushes him into the middle of the ring and puts on a Texas Cloverleaf. JV is in pain!

Matt Murdock: JV trying to get out or move to make a tag but Ryan is really keeping it on. JV somehow is not tapping and Ryan lets go of the submission. He showboats a little as Mack screams at him to stop.

Vanessa McLure: Ryan finally makes a pin on JV. 1....2...kickout!

Eric Masterson: JV barely made it out of that pin. Both JV and Ryan are up and Ryan tries to punch him but JV blocks! JV with a comeback. He slings Ryan into the ropes and they both clothesline each other! Double Clothesline!

Matt Murdock: Both men are down and the ref starts a manditory ten count!
1.....
2.....
3......
4......
5......(JV slowly making his way over to make a tag)
6.......(Ryan does the same thing)
7......
8......
9......(Ryan makes a tag, and JV goes to make a tag, but Desmond shakes his head and leaves.)

Vanessa McLure: What the hell? Desmond Destiny just turned his back on JV! Destiny is leaving! Meanwhile, a fresh Mack McMichaels is in the ring, and he picks up JV, Irish whip, CLOTHESLINE!

Matt Murdock: Look, Destiny is getting a mic!

Desmond Destiny: JV,when first I saw you, you spoke of marijuana and smoking it. That is a
disgrace. Everything you did was a show of greed. Greed in drinking, greed in smoking, greed, greed, greed. Greed is the first of the deadly sins against Jah, the creator. I had hoped we could work together and that you would change, but you did not.

When I warned of being alone in my interviews, I was talking to you, self-absorbed fool. Maybe one day, you will come to know Jah, the creator, but until then ... you will be alone.

(Destiny leaves ringside.)

Eric Masterson: What the heck? I thought JV had been changing a little at least! Back to the match…Mack off the ropes, leg drop. Mack with a cover…one…two…JV gets a shoulder up!

Matt Murdock: JV showing a ton of guts here…I think he knows he's all by himself now…

Eric Masterson: Mack picks up JV, and whips him into a neutral corner…Mack with a head of steam, JV ducks out of the way! JV with a cradle…one…two…three!!!!

Vanessa McLure: Oh my God! JV just pulled that out? I don't believe my eyes!

Matt Murdock: Holy cow! Two cradles in one night?! I don't believe MY eyes either! Mack and Ryan are pissed, they can't believe what happened!

Loudmouth: Your winner…JV!!!!!

Steve "Iceman" Johnson vs Birdman and Mack McMichaels in a Hardcore Rules Handicap Match

Loudmouth: The next contest will be a handicap match ...

[A recognizeable bass line starts and "Who Dat" by JT Money starts to play.]

Loudmouth: From Vancouver, British Columbia, Birdmannnnnnn!!!

[Birdman walks slowly to the ring. As he reaches it, he shakes his head at all of the people booing him.]

Lodmouth: And his partner ... from Miami, Florida ...

[ "Shove It" starts to play, and the Deftones are almost drowned out by the deafening tones of the booing fans. Mack steps through the curtain alone, smiling and soaking in the hatred of the crowd. Mack reaches the ring and starts to talk with Birdman.]

Loudmouth: ... and their opponent ...

[Enter Sandman blares through the arena, as the fans erupt into a frenzy.... A red strobe light flashes off and on through the curtains, as fire flickers and leaps up the entrance way, before exploding in a shower of sparks and smoke. As the smoke clears, a figure is seen standing in the entrance way, holding a barbed wire cane..... As soon as the smoke is fully gone, the man is seen as Steve Johnson. He looks out at the crowd and smiles. He then ducks back into the backstage area and out of nowhere, a trash can sails through the entrance way.... Then a table comes sliding out, followed by a ladder..... A couple of chairs get tossed out, as does a roll of barbed wire. After all of this, Steve comes back out, holding a microphone, and looking down at the two competitors in the ring, Birdman and Mack McMichaels.]

Steve: Birdman.... Tonight, you get the ass whipping that you have had coming to you for the last week and a half. You can insult anyone and everyone you want, but the fact remains, it don't bother me none in the slightest. Tonight, I want you to realize something when I am beating
you head in for you..... I want you to stop and think to yourself...Jesus Christ.... I am in the ring with Steve JOHNSON! He's the Hardcore Fuckin' Specialist! What the hell was I THINKING???

Mack.... My dear, dear Mack..... You look a little worried there little guy. Not quite sure what to do without your little boyfriends with you huh? But guess what.... While they are in the back with the paramedics, getting one head stitched up, cause I split him from neck to throat, and
the other one trying to pull his balls out of his throat, you will SOON be on your way to joining them. Boys... Here I come!

[Suddenly, from out of the crowd, comes the REAL Steve Johnson, who clotheslines the both of them from behind, with a microphone in one hand. The man on the top of the stage yells into his mic, but no sounds eminate from it. As Steve stomps away at the men below, he finally relents on his attack]

Steve: Listen up, you little jackasses! All of these people out here! **Steve points at all of the fans, who cheer loudly** Had better pray seriously for your souls, because tonight.... YOUR ASSES BELONG TO ME!!!!

[Steve tosses the mic to the outside, and hops out of the ring, going to grab some of the plunder laying about.]

Vanessa: Oh yeah, that's what I like, a good sneak attack!

Eric: It looks like this'll be a hardcore war…

(Iceman picks up a chair and his barbed-wire cane, then turns back to the ring.)

Matt: The Iceman has a look in his eyes like I've never seen before!

Vanessa: Birdman and Mack are getting up slowly, but it needs to be faster…

Eric: Steve slides back in the ring.

Matt: Oh, somebody's about to get the chair...

Vanessa: Mack, then Birdman, then Mack again, Birdman again!!!

(Iceman raises his cane above his head and yells)

Vanessa: Hmm, that's interesting…

Matt: What?

Vanessa: He's just like my first boyfriend!!!

Eric: Johnson isn't looking and Mack is up on his knees.

(Steve Johnson turns around and Mack throws salt into his eyes)

Vanessa: MMmmmm MMmmmm good, just like Mr Fuji…

Matt: Johnson is stunned, he dropped his cane on Birdman's head!

Eric: Mack kicks Iceman in the stomach, DDT!!!

(Mack jumps over the top rope and picks up the roll of barbed-wire)

Matt: Johnson is struggling to his feet.

Vanessa: And look who else is up again ...

Eric: Birdman kicks Iceman in the head and ... DDT!!!

Matt: That's two, talk about a headache tonight!!

Eric: Birdman picks up Iceman's right leg ... Figure Four!!!

Matt: Mack throws the roll of barbed wire into the ring ... ouch, it landed on his partner's face!

Vanessa: Birdman breaks the hold, the wire seems to be stuck to his face, he's cursing at the top of his lungs…

Eric: Mack picks up the barbed wire, Birdman is bleeding!!

Matt: Birdman is rolling on the ground, Mack is helping Iceman up..

Vanessa: Hurricanrana on the barbed wire ...

Matt: Mack goes for the pin ... 1 -2 -

Eric: Kick-Out!!!!

Vanessa: Mack stands and stomps Iceman, Birdman stands up ... his face is a crimson mask!

Matt: Elbow drop by Mack on Iceman!!!

Eric: Look out, Birdman just grabbed Mack's tights and is confronting him about the barbed wire!

Vanessa: I thought Iceman was out, but in true Iceman style, he is getting up, now walking over to them…

Matt: He punches Mack in the head, kicks Birdman in the gut, DOUBLE DDT!!!

Eric: I think someone just got Macked!!

Vanessa: Iceman pulls up Birdman and whips him to the ropes, Clothesline!!!!

Matt: Now he's helping up Mack ... into a CHOKESLAM!!!

Eric: He stomps Mack .. now he's looking around for something…

Vanessa: There it is .. he's going for the hardcore cane!!

Matt: Wait, the Revolution are running down to the ring, Ryan and The Bodyguard are rushing the ring!! They must be pissed from earlier…Look at 'em…all taped up!

Eric: Iceman is in a four-on-one situation here!

Vanessa: Mmmmm Mmmmm four-on-one, looks bad for the Hardcore Specialist…

Matt: Iceman looks up and sees them coming, he's got nowhere to go!

Eric: Wait .... someone else coming over the railing!

Vanessa: Five-on -one .. I guess Iceman has as many enemies as fingers on his hand…

Matt: The guy has nun chucks and a baseball bat .

Eric: He just hit Ryan and the Bodyguard ... it's Cyclone!!

Vanessa: I guess Cyclone is a man of his word, watching Johnson's back…

Matt: Iceman needs to watch his own back right now!!

Eric: While all that was going on, Birdman helped Mack up, they're both calling Iceman back into the ring.

Vanessa: Iceman points the cane at them, he's getting back into the ring!

Matt: This has to be .. The Best Nitro EVER!!!

Eric: Johnson jumps onto the apron and swings the can to clear a path for his entrance into the ring.

Vanessa: Back into the ring for the Iceman, Mack tries to tackle him and gets a cane for his trouble, but Birdman gets through with a punch.

Matt: Mack is holding Iceman's feet, and Birdman is getting him in the head.

Eric: Iceman looks dazed, dazed enough that Mack is getting up, double arm whip on Iceman. Birdman clotheslines the hardcore Johnson, Mack hits him with a rolling thunder leg-drop to the neck.

Vanessa: Iceman rolls over, holding his neck.

Matt: Yes, he is in pain ... and it looks like Birdman and Mack are figuring new ways to cause it.

Eric: Birdman stomps on Iceman's groin ... Mack goes to the top rope ... Frog Splash!!!

Vanessa: They are picking him up, Mack whips Iceman into the corner .. is he pointing at his ass?

Matt: Iceman is about to be Macked!!

Vanessa: Oh ...

Eric: Wait, Birdman stopped him .. he is motioning for the Blackout ... Mack doesn't like that idea…

Matt: Well neither does Iceman ...

Vanessa: While they were posturing Iceman climbed to the second rope ... Flying somersault clothesline .. all three of these guys are down ....

Eric: and Steve Johnson landed on the barbed wire, he's bleeding like a stuck pig!!

Matt: Bird jumps back to his feet .. and he has Iceman's cane, he's beating him with the cane, like a madman!!

Vanessa: Mack is back up, too!! Oh no, he was hit by the backswing of the cane, he's down!!!

Eric: Birdman looks at him, and continues on Iceman, he doesn't seem too upset…

Matt: He's picking up the woozy Iceman ... PILEDRIVER!!!

Eric: Iceman looks to be in some trouble …and here comes Mack, bleeding from below his eye .. if the cane hit him there, he's lucky he wasn't blinded…

Vanessa: Now he's arguing with Birdman!

Matt: Birdman slides out of the ring ... is he leaving??

Eric: Mack starts to stomp Iceman, and … Birdman is setting up the table next to the ring!

Vanessa: Mack lifts up Iceman he's pushing him toward the ropes!

Matt: Mack and Iceman start to brawl against the ropes…

Eric: Birdman is right below them, making sure the table is set up and ....OH MYYYYYYY

Vanessa: Mack and Iceman just fell over the top rope, onto Birdman and through the table ...

Matt: All three are piled on top of each other, unconscious!

Vanessa: BLACKOUT!

Eric: Huh, the lights aren't out…

Matt: I think she means that this is the open end…

Eric: Oh yeah.

Matt: Look…Steve is moving! He's fighting to his feet…looks at the mess. He shakes his end, and begins to walk up the entrance ramp.

Vanessa: The wimp is leaving!

Eric: No he's not, look! Johnson stops at the junk his alter ego threw out to start the match. He grabs a couple of tables, and drags them back!

Matt: More tables?!!!

Vanessa: Good God!

Eric: Look, he's stacking them on top of each other, good lord, what is he up to?

Vanessa: I have no clue. But he dives into the ring, and grabs his cane, grabs the strand of barbed wire, and wraps them together…

Matt: Look, Birdman is starting to get up…he looks at Mack, and gets pissed off. Birdman just kicked Mack in the gut! He picks him up…BLACKOUT!!

Eric: Why? Uh oh…Birdman turns around, just in time to be struck directly in the head with that cane! The impact echoed throughout the CWF Arena! Johnson hits him again! And a third time!

Matt: Now he focuses on Mack, who's out cold…he stands the groggy Mack up, and kicks him in the…

Vanessa: BALLS! He kicked him in the Balls! Mack groans, and then Iceman brings the cane down on the back of Mack's head! YES! BLOOD! MORE BLOOD!

Eric: Wow…Iceman picks up McMichaels, and drops him on the first table. Then he ducks under the ring, and comes out with a ladder. A ladder?

Matt: He sets it up next to the tables, then goes back to Birdman, who is beginning to get up again…

Eric: Not any more…Iceman kicks him in the gut…END OF THE LINE! Johnson is tearing this place up, and the crowd loves it! He drags Birdman over to the ladder, picks him up on his shoulder, and climbs the ladder!

Matt: I think you know what he's doing now…He sets Birdman on the second table. Now he jumps down off the ladder, and picks IT up! Johnson tosses the ladder into the ring!

Vanessa: All right! Steve rolls into the ring, picks up the ladder, and climbs the turnbuckle! He raises his hands in the air to a thunderous ovation! He then puts the ladder directly in front of him, and takes off…

Eric: OH MY GOD!!! JOHNSON ONTO BIRDMAN, ONTO MACK, THRU TWO TABLES AND A LADDER!! I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT!!

Matt: I guess this could be considered a cover…the ref counts…one…two…three! Johnson wins, but I think all three men are out cold!

Eric: I guess, we'll be right back…good lord that was unbelievable…words cannot describe the end of that match!

Surfer Dude vs Assassin

Christopher "Loudmouth" Spracher: Our Next match is a great one. It is tonight's MAIN EVENT!!!! Between Johnny "Surfer Dude" Shades and The Assassin!!!

("Selling the Drama" by Live plays as Johnny "Surfer Dude" Shades walks out onto the ramp way. He gets a mixed reaction as he slowly walks to the ring. He slides in and climbs all 4 turnbuckle, raising his Heavy Metal Title above his head each time)

Matt Murdock: Just so everyone knows the title will NOT be on the line in this match tonight. I guess Surfer Dude just brought down here to show off!!

("Assassins" by ICP starts to play as the Lights go out completely. A faint red light comes on at the rampway. Fireworks go off as the lights come back on and The Assassin walks out onto the rampway. He is given a huge reaction from the fans as he walks down to the ring)

Eric Masterson: They must have missed him!

Vanessa McLure: I know I did, he's such a hunk!

Matt Murdock: Vanessa, behave yourself, we only have one match left ok?

Vanessa McLure: Ok, party pooper!

Eric Masterson: Both men are in the ring and ready for this match to begin.

DING DING DING

Matt Murdock: And theres the bell. The two men hook up. Assassin takes the advantage and slings Surfer Dude into the turnbuckle. My God what strength!

Eric Masterson: Assassin follows him in to the corner and Surfer Dude gives him a boot to the face, but it doesn't even faze the Assassin. He gives Surfer Dude a boot to the side of the face and keeps it there. The Ref is counting and telling Assassin to stop. He finally lets go.

Vanessa McLure: Assassin arguing with the ref and Surfer Dude takes advantage and nails him in the side of the head. He is a trickey Son of a Bitch!

Matt Murdock: Surfer Dude runs at Assassin and does a football tackle taking him to the ground. Surfer Dude tries to get up but Assassin catches his Leg and turns it in to an ankle lock. Surfer Dude is in pain!

Eric Masterson: Surfer Dude somehow reaches his way to the ropes and the ref demands that Assassin let go of the Ankle Lock! Assassin gets up in the ref's face again. Surfer Dude makes his way to his feet and limps over to Assassin and applies a Sleeper!

Vanessa McLure: Surfer Dude with a great sleeper, Assassin is almost about to go to Never Never Land! Assassin to his knees. He somehow finds the strength to elbow Surfer Dude and gets out of the Sleeper.

Matt Murdock: Both men up and they exchange right hands to the face. Surfer dude kicks Assassin in the stomach and does a Surf's Up! Assassin is down. Surfer Dude definitely has the advantage early in this match!

Eric Masterson: Surfer Dude grabs the Assassin by his hair and brings him to his feet. Assassin counters with a kick to the sternum! Assassin throws him into the turnbuckle. Assassin follows him in to the corner and sends him to the other corner. He runs and does a splash on Surfer Dude. Surfer Dude is down.

Vanessa McLure: Surfer Dude slowly gets up as the Assassin climbs the turnbuckle. He's up, He really shouldn't be up that high for his height. He jumps and Surfer Dude moved out of the way. NO, he barely caught him but Assassin took the most of that one. Both men are down. The Ref starts the Manditory Ten Count!

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3........
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6.........
7.......
8.......(Assassin starts to get up)
9.......(Surfer Dude starts to get up)

Matt Murdock: Both men barely beat out the Ten Count. The go at it again exchanging right hands. Assassin now with a left and same with Surfer Dude. No one can seem to get the advantage.

Eric Masterson: Assassin with a kick to the sternum of Surfer Dude and he clotheslines him over the ropes. Surfer Dude is on the outside and Assassin is joining him.

Vanessa McLure: Assassin kicks Surfer Dude while he's down, hey that's not nice!

Matt Murdock: Can't always be nice in this sport Vanessa!

Eric Masterson: You can never be nice in this Sport!

Matt Murcock: That's very True. Assassin goes to kick him again but this timeSurfer Dude grabs his leg and throws the Assassin to the floor, what a counter by Surfer Dude.

Vanessa McLure: Assassin gets up immediately but is met with another Surfs Up! Surfer Dude really taking it to the Assassin now.

Eric Masterson: What is Surfer Dude doing? He's walking over towards us. He's over here and he's getting a chair. He just pointed at us.

Vanessa McLure(Stands Up): Hey why don't you come over here and do that!

Matt Murdock: Sit down Vanessa before he does come over here.

Eric Masterson: Surfer Dude is back over to the area where Assassin is, or should I say was. Surfer Dude is a little confused, Assassin is nowhere to be seen.

Vanessa McLure: Where is he?

Matt Murdock: Surfer Dude turns around and out from no where The Assassin gives Surfer Dude a double chair shot, Surfer Dude put that chair in front of his face and Assassin hit that, My God! That had to hurt!

Eric Masterson: The Assassin picks up Surfer Dude and is carrying him to the ring with that chair still in his hand. He tosses the chair in the ring then rolls Surfer Dude into the ring and he himself slides into the ring.

Vanessa McLure: Assassin arguing with the ref about the chair and the ref doesn't move it. Assassin picks Surfer Dude up by his hair. Surfer Dude counters with an elbow to the stomach. He gives him another Surf's Up! Assassin on his feet, but he is stumbling. Surfer Dude to try another Surf's Up but he misses and nails the ref, who was standing right behind the Assassin! The Ref is out!

Matt Murdock: Assassin tries to clothesline Surfer Dude but he misses and Surfer Dude connects with a Surf's Up! Surfer Dude has that chair. Assassin is up and he tosses the chair to Assassin and POINT BREAK!!!!! POINT BREAK!!!!!!! He Nailed it!

Eric Masterson: There is no Ref though! Surfer Dude is trying to get the ref up!WAIT!!! Someone is running to the ring, Its Brett Logan!!! He's in the ring and he taps on Surfer Dude's shoulder and he kicks him in the stomach and puts his head between his legs, Is he going to powerbomb him?

Matt Murdock: He picks up Surfer Dues legs while in the Powerbomb formation and he's going to go down! NO! That could seriously injure him! He nails it! A backwards Piledriver.

Eric Masterson: Do you know what that was?! That was Brett's new finisher, "The Final Judgement!" MY GOD!

Vanessa McLure: Brett is leaving the ring and the Assassin is up and oblivious to what just happened, the ref is up too and The Assassin puts him in the Assassination! Surfer Dude is out cold and the Ref calls for the Bell!

DING DING DING

Chistopher "Loudmouth" Spracher: Your winner by Submission, The Assassin!!!

Matt Murdock: The Assassin has no idea what happened and Surfer Dude is still down! The medics are in the ring and it doesn't look good! Folks we are out of time goodnite!






SPECIAL THANKS TO: The handlers of Wyatte "Steel" Brock, JV, Livewire Ken Sparks, Brett Logan, and Cyclone for writing the matches.

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