(We fade into a pure white screen.  The sounds of violently blowing
winds are heard, gradually getting louder.)

The Winter is Cold and Bitter.

(The blinding light of the sun reflecting off of the snow is now seen,
as gusts of wind stir the snow furiously into the air.)

War Wages Between the Elements and Creation.

(A figure dressed in black is seen struggling through the stormy winter
weather, its form and identity blurred by the chilling taunt of
nature.)

But Winter's Fate is Death, as it Refuses to Adapt to Change.

(The figure approaches the camera, and the snow around him begins to
melt away, as his identity becomes abundantly clear.  Standing on a
melted clearing of blackness is Jack Ketch.)

Change is Upon the DCWL ... Tonight.

(The white snow continues to melt away around Jack Ketch, revealing an
elevated pedestal cloaked in black velvet.  At the base of the
pedestal, several hands begin emerging from the melting snow,
desperately reaching up towards the pedestal and Ketch.)

Only One Question Remains ... Who Will Adapt?

(A dark shadow falls upon the entire scene - a silhouette larger than
Ketch and the struggling hands begins to engulf them.  Its shadow
continues to grow, until they are no longer visible.)

And Who Will Share Winter's Fate?

(Fade to Black.)





~~~~~~~~~~ D ~~~~~ C ~~~~~ W ~~~~~ L ~~~~~~~~~~

*** SUPERCARD EXTRAVAGANZA ***

DCWL : WINTER PLUNDERLAND

January 18th, 2003

~~~~~~~~~~ D ~~~~~ C ~~~~~ W ~~~~~ L ~~~~~~~~~~


(We fade back in, now to the live DCWL Arena, filled to the rafters
with screaming fans, waving their arms into the air in excitement!  The
camera zooms in towards the broadcast table, where we find the
curly-haired, goatee-clad Hollywood Panzerotti, dressed in an outfit
that is neon orange leather from head to toe - cowboy hat, double
breasted biker jacket, skin tight pants, and cowboy boots - and of
course, he has no shirt beneath the jacket, allowing a forest of curly
chest hair to spring forth in a sleezy fashion.  Sitting beside him is
the short-haired, clean-shaven Rich Manning, who wears his standard
commentary outfit, consisting of white shirt, blue blazer with a DCWL
crest on the pocket, and black pants.  Manning is brimming with
excitement, as he opens his mouth to speak...)

RM:  "WELCOME, FANS!  WELCOME TO THE DCWL ARENA!  WELCOME TO THE
HOTTEST CROWD IN DCWL HISTORY!  WELCOME ... TO WINTER
PLUNDERLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!!"

HP:  "Okay, Manning, it's time to come down a few damn notches.  I'm
gonna have to knock your ass out if you keep this up, then you won't
get to see ANY of these matches you're so freaking worked up over!"

RM:  "I'm sorry, Hollywood!  It's just so exciting that we're finally
HERE!  Tonight we finally get to see Guido versus Tawny for the Grand
Championship!  Tonight we get to see the incredible Ironman
Plunderweight Pyramid Match!  Tonight we get to witness two DCWL
legends do battle, as Dale Stanwycz takes on The Vindicator!  Tonight
it's General Pentagon meeting The Capitol in a steel cage!  There's
just SO MUCH going down tonight, I can't contain myself!"

HP:  "Well, you're gonna have to wait, monkey brains.  Because that
match ain't first!"

(We cut backstage and see Bedrock, getting ready for his Championship 
match!  Bedrock’s massive, scarred shoulders fill the screen. The 
shoulder straps of his black, one-piece wrestling trunks are pulled
down revealing the horrendous plaid of mangled scar-tissue that
stretches across the powerful muscles of his back. It looks like he was
once flogged to near death with a bull-whip.)

RM:  "YES!!!  It's Bedrock and Cletus for the Purebreed Championship! 
What's going to happen to Pee Wee and KrackerJak?!?  OH, I'm just too
excited!"

(The camera pulls back and we see that he has a V8 engine block in his 
arms. He curls it to his bulging torso, his arms swelling with the 
effort.  Someone shouts his name and he looks up, hurling the engine
aside.  Wiping the grease from his chest, and heads for the ring.)


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The opening match of WINTER PLUNDERLAND is for the PUREBREED
CHAMPIONSHIP!"  

(The crowd pops in excitement of the introduction!)

PA:  "In this match, a small cage will be suspended above the ring,
which contains Pee Wee, KrackerJak, and the Purebreed Championship.  As
soon as the final bell rings, the cage will be lowered, and its door
will be open for the winner to collect all three prizes!"

BLAAAAAAAM!

(The crunching riffs of Ozzy Osbourne’s “Gets Me Through” grind out of 
the speakers as Bedrock strides out onto the stage, roaring defiantly 
at the fans.)

PA: "...And now, coming to the ring, the challenger..."
   
(Bedrock looks as though he has been hewn from a mountain of granite. 
Titanic shoulders and a bull-neck give him the appearance of a giant 
bulldog while his torso is powerful and thick. The slabs of muscle on 
his mighty body are not shapeless but actually well defined and
rippled.  This massive physique is mounted on legs that would befit a
rhinoceros and his hands are broad and callused. [Imagine if Scott
Norton was as big as Mabel/Viscera. That’s what we’re talking about.])

PA: "...hailing from London, England..."

(Thick, deep scars run the breadth of his back as though he had been 
flogged with a bullwhip and all over his body are the signs of many 
lacerations and injuries including a surgical scar from a shoulder 
reconstruction. Atop his thick, powerfully muscled neck sits a most 
horrible cranium.)

PA: "...and weighing in at 475 pooounds..."

(Brutal, ugly scars are strewn across his shaven head with thick 
arteries bulging at his temples and his face speaks of a vast capacity
for cruelty and a long history of violence. His irises are blood red
and his incisors are pointed within a heavy jaw. Bushy, black eyebrows
and a thick, black beard flecked with grey define a face weathered and
creased by a long life of hardship.)

PA: "...BEEEDROOOOOCK!"

(Flexing his enormous torso and snarling at the fans, he heads for 
the ring. No light effects, no fire works, just a big bastard with 
violence on his mind. He climbs the steps and enters the ring, dwarfing
the ring announcer.  Without warning he shoves the announcer to the
mat, snatching up the microphone.)

BEDROCK: “Enough bullshit Cletus! Get ye ‘illbilly arse out ‘ere so Ah 
can ‘and it t’ ye! An’ make it quick, Ah got sausages t’ make…”

(The announcer climbs back up to his feet and dusts himself off.  He 
picks the microphone back up.)

PA: "And his opponent..."

(The crowd waits with anticipation for the champion to make his way
down the ramp.  You notice that there is a section next to the entrance
ramp that has about 10 members of the University of Tennessee Marching
band sitting there with their instruments. Suddenly they begin playing
"Rocky Top".  It starts out soft and gets louder as they progress into
it. Suddenly out from the backstage area steps Cousin Cletus!)

PA: “...Standing 6 feet 6 inches tall and hailing from Murfreesboro,
Tennessee ... Being accompanied to the ring by Bubba, Roy & Wilbur ...
here is everyone’s favorite country boy and the DCWL PUUUREBREED
CHAAAAAMPION ... COUUUSIN CLEEEETUS!”

(The crowd stands up immediately and begins clapping their hands along
with the theme song and sing along with the chorus as the band
continues to play.)

HP:  "I am really beginning to hate this damn song more than I did when
I first heard it!  It's utter trash, especially when played right after
freaking Ozzy!"

(Cletus stands on the entryway and holds the Purebreed title high in
the air for everyone to see.  Roy, Bubba and Wilbur are all holding KJ
as they walk him to the ringside area to put him in his cage that will
be hoisted above the ring.  Cletus comes to the ring wearing a straw
hat and a pair of blue overalls.  He doesn't wear any type of shirt
underneath the overalls but he does wear a red pair of wrestling shorts
that you can see the top of.  On the front of the overalls there is a
picture of the Confederate flag and there is one pocket where you
usually see some strings of straw.  He is also barefoot and Cletus has
a piece of straw in his hat and in his mouth.)

RM:  "It's winner take all tonight, so someone will be walking out of
here with the Purebreed title, Pee Wee and KrackerJak!"

(The 3 hillbillies walk do to the ringside area and toss KJ into the
cage and shut the door and they step to the side. Cousin Cletus
continues walking down the aisle slapping hands with the fans.  He then
walks around the ring staring at Bedrock, who is standing in the ring,
and slapping the hands of the fans at ringside as well.  Bubba, Roy &
Wilbur all stand outside in the ring in Cletus's corner.  Cletus then
grabs the top rope and pulls himself up onto the ring apron and steps
over the middle rope into the ring.  He holds the Purebreed title up
high for the crowd to see and cheer one more time and then he hands it
to the referee and backs up to his corner.)

The referee motions to the timekeeper for the bell...

**DING DING DING**

...and we're underway!

Bedrock heads for Cletus' side of the ring.
Cletus refuses to back down, and goes toward Bedrock,
with a determined look in his eyes.
The two large men meet near Cletus' corner, 
and Bedrock starts the action off,
with a crushing kick to the stomach of Cousin Cletus!
Cletus is doubled over and Bedrock takes his massive arms,
grabs the arms of Cletus, and throws him back into the turnbuckle.
Bedrock walks over to the corner,
wraps his hands around the middle rope,
and nails Cletus in the stomach with another kick!
And another!

RM:  "Cousin Cletus needs to get out of that corner, or else this
Purebreed Championship match is going to be over really quick!"

Bedrock grabs the Murfreesboro, TN native,
and sits him up on the top rope.
Bedrock takes the lower legs of Cletus in his hands,
and slings them up, causing Cletus to fall off the top turnbuckle!
Cletus lands on his back, on the steel steps outside of the ring!
Bubba, Roy, and Wilbur all run to the other side of the ring,
to get out of the way of Cletus' tumbling body.
Cletus grabs his back in agony, 
and squirms off the steps, onto the floor,
as Bedrock thrusts his arms in the air, 
and lets out a manical laugh!

HP:  "Manning, this match is gonna be over freaking quick whether
Cletus puts up a damn fight or not!"

Bedrock goes to the corner and climbs to the middle rope.
He thrusts his arms in the air again, continuing to laugh,
as the fans boo loudly!
Bedrock continues to climb up to the top rope,
and jumps off, sending his massive frame crashing downwards, 
landing with a devastating knee to the chest of Cousin Cletus!
The Hillbillies can do nothing about it though,
because they know how Cletus would feel if they interfered!
Bedrock gets up, and picks up Cletus.
The Londoner bends down, grabs Cletus by the waist,
picks him up, and drops him throat-first onto the steel railing!
Cletus' body falls to the floor,
with Cletus grabbing his throat wildly, gasping for breath!

RM:  "Folks, we may need to stop this match to protect the well-being
of Cousin Cletus!  Bedrock is absolutely destroying him so far!"

Bedrock walks over to the ring apron, and lifts it up.
From under it he pulls out a chair and a roll of masking tape.
Bedrock drops the tape, but walks over to Cletus,
and lifts the chair up high over his head!
He screams something inaudible at Cletus,
and then with an insane amount of power,
slams the steel chair onto the head of Cousin Cletus!
He picks up the chair and does it again!
Cletus is bleeding from the head!
The Hillbillies are yelling for Bedrock to stop, 
from the other side of the ring!
They are trying to encourage Cletus to get up,
but all he can do is lie there and bleed.

HP:  "HA!  I hope all the damn humanoid hillbillies out there are
watching this beating, and I hope your idiot asses are learning your
damn lesson!  Stay on the freaking farm, already!"

Bedrock turns around and yells at the Hillbillies.

BEDROCK: "SHUT YE FACES!"

The Hillbillies are obviously frightened, and quiet down.
As Bedrock turns around, Cletus is starting to get up to his feet!
The crowd is cheering him on like mad!
"CLE-TUS!  CLE-TUS!  CLE-TUS!  CLE-TUS!"
Cletus has blood covering up the majority of his face,
and his eyes are barely open,
but from somewhere deep inside,
he manages to try to throw a punch at the massive Bedrock!
It connects, and Bedrock stumbles back a little,
surprised by the offense by Cousin Cletus.
Bedrock regains composure, and gets an evil look on his face.
He charges toward Cletus, and kicks him in the stomach!
He picks him up, and slams him back down to the arena floor!

RM:  "Cousin Cletus may have some internal bleeding going on right now!
 We need to get the house doctor out to check and decide if this match
should continue!"

Bedrock kicks Cletus in the stomach, yet again!
Bedrock grabs the tape from the floor, 
and then grabs the top of the steel railing,
and catapults himself overtop.
All the fans in the section rush backwards,
in fear of the huge Brit!
Bedrock throws down the tape,
bends down, and reaches through the railing,
grabbing Cletus' legs.
He pulls Cletus' legs through the railing!
Then he picks up the tape, and starts unrolling it.
He wraps the tape around Cletus' ankles,
taping his feet together, and leaving them stuck in the steel railing!

HP:  "HELL YEAH!  Bedrock is the professor of pain, dammit!"

Bedrock bends down to the tape, and bites it off with his mouth,
and then throws what's left of the roll of tape to the ground.
Bedrock climbs back over the steel railing,
and delivers another kick to the gut of Cousin Cletus.
The huge man walks to where he left the steel chair and picks it up.
He holds it high over Cletus' head, and again,
punishes the head of Cousin Cletus with the steel chair.
And he hits Cletus with the chair again!
Cletus looks like he's beginning to lose consciousness!
Bedrock throws down the chair, and kicks Cletus once again,
right in the stomach, for good measure.

RM:  "Stop this match, referee!  Cousin Cletus is in serious danger out
here, and I won't stand for it any longer!"

Bedrock steps over to the side of the ring,
and climbs up on the apron.
Bedrock thrusts his arms in the air, runs,
and jumps, splashing down on top of the trapped Cletus!
Bedrock gets up and spits down at the rattled body of Cletus.
Cletus squirms around, but is unable to move much at all!
Bedrock walks to the side of the ring,
and climbs back into the squared circle.
He turns around to all four sides of the arena,
with his arms high in the air, 
yelling and boasting about the beating he is giving Cousin Cletus!

HP:  "Shut the hell up, Manning.  Cletus knew what he was getting into
when he signed onto this damn match, and then agreeing to no
disqualification rules.  You can worry about his health once Bedrock is
done with him, dammit." 

At this point, the Hillbillies have had enough,
and Wilbur starts to make his way over to Cletus!
He jumps over the railing,
walks to Cletus, and bends down, biting the tape,
until he frees his fallen friend's legs!
He pushes the legs of Cletus through the railing,
climbs back over, and helps Cletus to his feet.
Blood is gushing over the face of Cletus,
as he stumbles toward the ring apron.
Wilbur makes his way back to where Bubba and Roy are.

RM:  "YES!  Hillbillies to the rescue!"

HP:  "What the hell is this crap?!  Get these idiots away from here so
they can stop messing with the damn match!"

RM:  "But it's NO DISQUALIFICATION, Hollywood!  Anything goes,
remember?!  Even the help of your Hillbilly friends!"

Cletus uses his hand to wipe his face,
trying to get the blood out of his eyes.
Once his eyes are clear,
he realizes that Bedrock's back is turned away from him,
as he boasts to the crowd, and yells at the Hillbillies.
Cletus climbs clumsily to the apron,
goes through the rope and stammers up behind Bedrock.
He taps Bedrock on the shoulder, and as Bedrock turns around,
Cletus nails him with a clothesline!
The crowd goes wild, 
as Cletus mounts his first real offense of the match!

HP:  "Dammit!  He should be still be laying in a pool of his own damn
blood right now!"

RM:  "Those Hillbillies are tough, Manning, no matter how much you try
to discredit them!"

The big Bedrock gets up quickly though,
and he and Cletus lock up in the middle of the ring!
Bedrock knees Cletus in the stomach,
and turns the tie-up into a double underhook,
and then sends Cletus to the mat,
with a double underhook DDT!
Bedrock goes for the cover, and hooks the leg!

ONE!
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TWO!

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KICKOUT BY CLETUS!

Bedrock is amazed that Cletus has kicked out!
Not only is he amazed, but he is furious!
He gets up and begins to pound on the Tennesseean,
kicking him time after time in the head!
Bedrock stops his relentless attack, however,
and pulls Cletus up to his knees.
Bedrock puts his hand on top of Cletus' head,
measuring him up for a punch.
He looks around at the crowd, 
and as he does, Cletus grabs Bedrock's feet,
pulling them forward, and sending him flying to the mat!
The crowd erupts for Cletus again!

RM:  "BEDROCK IS DOWN!  BEDROCK IS DOWN!  Cousin Cletus is the first
man to ever take Bedrock off of his feet in the DCWL!  Amazing!"

Cletus struggles to get to his feet.
Once he finally gets up, he grabs the head of Bedrock,
and pulls him up to his feet as well.
Cletus wraps his arms around the waist of Bedrock,
and somehow comes up with the strength
to deliver a belly-to-belly suplex,
putting Bedrock down on his back!

HP:  "DAMMIT TO HELL NO!  I HATE HILLBILLIES!  I HATE THEIR ASSES!!!"

The crowd cannot stop cheering for Cousin Cletus!
Cletus struggles up again,
and walks to the corner that Bedrock lies in front of.
Cletus slowly ascends the turnbuckle, to the top rope.
He stands with his back toward Bedrock,
and jumps, flipping, and landing a moonsault, 
onto the fallen body of Bedrock!
The crowd are on their feet!

RM:  "UNBELIEVABLE!  Cousin Cletus pulls out a moonsault, and it must
have taken every bit of energy he had in his body!"

The ref counts the seemingly inadvertant cover by Cletus!

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and Bedrock powers Cletus off of him, 
sending Cletus back to the middle of the ring!
Seeming unphased, Bedrock climbs to his feet!
Cousin Cletus isn't moving, 
still feeling the effects of the beatdown by Bedrock, 
and the energy he exerted from that impressive moonsault!
Bedrock walks to the side of the ring, and climbs out.
He grabs the steel chair he used to bloody Cletus' face,
and hurls it into the ring.
The chair lands on top of Cletus' worn out body.
Bedrock goes back to the side of the ring, grabs a rope,
and pulls himself back up to the apron,
and gets in the ring.
He pulls the chair off of Cletus and sets it up,
right beside Cletus' body.

HP:  "HA!  Cletus wore his damn ass out already, and now the end is
near, dammit!"

Bedrock walks over to Cletus, and picks him up.
He kicks him in the stomach again,
and when Cletus hunches over,
he shoves the head of Cletus between his legs,
and wraps his massive arms around Cletus' waist.
Bedrock picks up Cletus high in the air,
and powerbombs him onto the chair!
But Bedrock doesn't release his arms!
He picks Cletus back up and powerbombs him into the chair again!
And still, Bedrock leaves his arms clasped around the waist of Cletus,
picks the Purebreed Champion up again,
and powerbombs him for a third time into the opened steel chair!

RM:  "MY GOSH!  Cousin Cletus is bleeding from the back of the head
now!  I think this match is finally over, fans."

HP:  "You're damn right it is, monkey humper!  HA HAAAA!"

Bedrock lets go this time,
as the chair and Cletus collapse.
Bedrock goes for the cover!

ONE!
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**DING DING DING**

PA: "The winner of this bout, and NEW PUREBREED CHAMPION ... 
BEEEDROOOOOCK!"

The cage above the ring lowers,
and opens up, 
but before Bedrock gets a chance to collect his prizes,
the Hillbillies rush in the cage!
They grab Pee Wee, and attempt to get away with him!
Bedrock comes in the cage after them however,
and begins beating them all down!
First, he grabs Pee Wee out of the arms of Wilbur,
and throws him across the cage.
The pig squeals as he hits the other side of the cage.
Bedrock steps back, and steps back in,
laying into Wilbur with closed fists!

RM: "Bedrock has a very extensive background in boxing!  This can't be 
good for the three hillbillies!"

Bedrock punches Wilbur three times,
and Wilbur is down on the bottom of the cage, out cold.
Bedrock turns around, and Roy and Bubba are rushing at him.
Bedrock bends down, and catches them both
with punches to the stomach.
He wraps one arm around each of their heads,
picks both large rednecks up,
and puts them down with a double suplex!
Bedrock gets up, grabs Pee Wee,
KrakerJak, and his Purebreed Championship belt,
and exits the cage.

HP:  "I can smell the bacon frying already, dammit!"

He walks back up the entranceway, 
confidently, and exits into the backstage area.
After a minute or so,
medical help comes from the back,
to try to help Cletus and the Hillbillies up,
They bring with them four stretchers.
5 of them go inside the cage, and get the Hillbillies up,
and onto stretchers, to escort them to the backstage area.
It takes 2 men just to get Cousin Cletus up,
as destroyed as he is.
Cletus is almost up on the stretcher,
when he apparently comes to his senses.

RM:  "This is going to be a sad sight, folks..."

A look of panic overtakes the face of Cletus.
He looks left and right, and all over,
and then pushes through the medics,
knocking down the stretcher,
jumps out of the ring, and runs toward the back!

HP:  "HA HAAA!  I can't wait to see Cletus' face when Bedrock rips that
pig apart and turns it into part of his freaking training regimen!"

RM:  "Cousin Cletus will do everything in his power to save his best
friend, Pee Wee!"

HP:  "Yeah, and we all saw where everything in his power got him so
far, didn't we, ass muncher?!"

RM:  "For Cletus' sake, I hope he finds a way to save his little buddy.
 Now, I'm getting word that there was some sort of confrontation 
between the Vindicator and Dale 'The Mirror' Stanwycz earlier today..."

HP:  "I have to admit, I may not know Dale the Mirror that well, but I
still like him better than that damn Vindicator!"

(The camera cuts to a close up a monkey wearing what looks to be an 
Armani suit.  The small brown monkey is holding a mirror in one hand
and is wearing a sign that says "Diddy the Mirror".  Diddy makes his
way to a dressing room marked "Dale 'The Mirror' Stanwycz".  The smart
monkey knocks on the door and waits for an answer.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": *Noticeably fed up* Argh... I can't find my... where

is my... boy, I lost my mind! Gotta fill a form for a new one...
COMING!  Is that the peanut butter pizza I ordered??

*Dale opens the door, and there he sees Diddy. Dale is wearing a pair 
of white Nikes, a pair of black pants and a "Demented Creations"
T-Shirt. His long brown hair is all loose. Dale seems at first
surprised, but then simply answers:*

DALE "THE MIRROR": Doh! You aren't the pizza deliveryman, or are you? 
If you are, you look pretty classy... just hope you didn't bring me a
caviar pizza instead, or you can start kissing your tip goodbye! In any
case... *changes to Henry Waternoose's voice (of Monsters Inc. fame)
Hello, little one! Who is your tailor? That suit looks familiar...

(Diddy looks at himself in the mirror and then smiles at Dale.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": *Changes to Bob Marley's voice* "Diddy the Mirror"? 
Hey mon... you tryin' to tell me somethin'? Wanna banana? *changes to 
female voice, to himself* Now that's called harassment... suggestive or
not... you'll g...*back to Marley voice, to himself* No, this lil' mon
has the key to the mysteries of life... you follow girl? Lil' mon...
key...let's get some pot...

(Diddy throws the mirror backwards and then in one motion pulls down 
his pants, where a Diddy has a few plums fastened to his waist to
resemble testicles.  They're actually olives!  Diddy has exposed
himself to the Mirror!)

DALE "THE MIRROR": *In normal voice* Oh by golly!! Is that what "I" 
think it is... boy o boy he's got three... no wait! Those aren't...
damn and "I" thought "I" was the only one in the world who had... or am
"I"? *Voice changes to female* There is just one way to find out,
honey... grab 'em to see if they're the real thing! *Voice changes to
deep posessed* DUMB BITCH!  Shut up!! Someone is playing a hoax on
"him"!! *Changes back to normal, to Diddy* Hey that's an official DCWL
trademark! All unauthorized imitations are forbidden - C'mere you
little copycat!!

(All of a sudden, Diddy sticks his tongue out at Dale and makes a run 
for it. Dale chases after him. As soon as "The Mirror" is out of sight,
the Vindicator sneaks into the room with a duffle bag and a smirk as
wide as the ocean. He closes the door behind him. Time passes by and
the camera cuts to Dale, who is still chasing after Diddy in the stock
room. Some members from the sound crew are standing around, having a
break for coffee. Dale looks around in all directions, then asks one of
them:)

DALE "THE MIRROR": Have you seen MY MIND?? I lost it...

STAFF: *surprised, eyes wide open* Sorry Dale, we haven't... but we saw

a little monkey dressed in a really nice Armani suit speeding like
hell.  He was headed all the way to the commissioner's office.

DALE "THE MIRROR": Thanks, guys.

*starts running again. As Dale disappears, another member of the crew 
throws away his paper cup, spilling the coffee in it with a look of
disgust*

STAFF 2: What the... DID we just see a monkey dressed in an Armani 
suit, and Dale "The Mirror" chasing after him? Who the heck brewed this
thing??  We're getting high...

*In a second, Dale stops dead in his tracks, before being heard 
muttering:*

DALE "THE MIRROR": No way! "We"´re not getting into the commish's 
office... what if "we" owe him money... even worse... he'll want to
borrow some from "us". *raises both eyebrows with a look of concern*
Jeez, the-- Gotta get back!!

(The camera shows the Vindicator creeping out of the room with the same
duffle bag, but it seems noticably empty now. Vindy sees Dale 
approaching and then runs for cover. Dale enters the room to find it
literally covered in Vindicator pictures. Each picture is different and
all the walls are completely covered.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": Huh? Looks like I need a shave... no... *squints*
AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!! It's him! He's everywhere!! He is omnipresent!!! 
*gets down on his knees, as if he were about to cry* God, if you wanted
to speak to me, WHY have you taken the form of the Vindicator?? This is
too much for me... I need a hug, I need a hug...

*Dale reaches into his sports bag for the "Real World" Championship 
belt, and there it is... with yet another large picture of the
Vindicator stuck on the front. Dale's eyes widen like dishes, then
blank out and frowns*

DALE "THE MIRROR": That's it. At least "I" won't have to change my 
religion after all... just realized what's this all about. "You" will
see... $%&"

(A frenzied Dale Stanwycz rushes to the door and slams it open. The
Vindicator is just outside sitting in a lounge chair just laughing his 
head off.)

Vindicator:  "What's the matter, Dale?  It looks like you looked into 
the Mirror and didn't like what was looking back at you!  You saw the
truth...You saw the better man...You saw the Vindicator!"

(Vindy gets up out of the chair and gets right into Dale's face.  He 
gets really serious.)

Vindicator: "Well,. you better get used to it because you're going to 
be seeing A LOT more of the Vindicator from now on..And after tonight,
I won't be a hard man to spot.  You want to know why?  I'll be wearing
a newly polished belt that I just won off you!"

DALE "THE MIRROR": *In normal voice* First of all baby, you need some
glasses since this... *smirk* isn't really polished... *holds the rusty

belt in front of the camera as the smirk slooowly fades out, leaving
only his classic demented look* it might be, as ol' Hollywood P said, a
rusted piece of crap... but a rusted piece of crap everybody wants a
piece of, and only the true legends can get... did "he" say true? Do
"I" detect some jealousy around? Perhaps that the Vindy-man knows he's
NOT the Real World Champion... And why do you send a monkey to break
international copyright laws in such blatant fashion? Tsk, tsk, tsk...
*changes to female voice* Oh, what a naughty, horrid man! He's a
stalker and a voyeur!! And he uses MONKEYS!!! *shrieks like a young
woman* What a pervert... the worst part is that I'm starting to like
it...

*laughter from the crowd in attendance*

Vindicator: "I never know which personality of Dale I'm talking to.  In

case you didn't know, Diddy happens to be a member of the Vindicator 
household.  He may be a chimp, but you are a chump!  Now if you don't
mind... I've got more important things to do now, like plan for what
I'm going to do after I mop the floor with you."

(The Vindicator begins to walk away, but Dale spins him around.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": *In high pitched voice* LET'S HAVE A LITTLE 
REHEARSAL!!  *Grabs a nearby mop and bucket and starts mopping around,
while whistling "Pop goes the Weasel". By the intense look in his face,
you can't but wonder what state of mind Stanwycz is in* MOP THE FLOOR
WITH ME, VINDY!! CAN YOU FEEL THE RHYTHM?? SHAKE IT BABY...

*crowd pops loudly from inside the arena*

DALE "THE MIRROR": It took me 10 damn years to learn this step, but I'm
finally getting the feel of "it"... *In female voice, to himself* You
devil!! Are you horny or something?? *back to posessed voice* You 
airheaded hussie! WHAT is "IT"?? *back to normal voice* Don't say
"what", we'll get sued... say "who" instead... WHO's "it"?? *back to
high pitched voice* "you" are "it"! *back to normal* Oh, we playing
TAG? I need a partner...

(The Vindicator just stares at Dale, whose muscular body is now all 
sweaty and who continues revolving around like if having an epileptic 
seizure.)

Vindicator:  "You'd better watch your step, because you don't realize 
who you're messing with..."

DALE "THE MIRROR": *Still dancing and in female voice* That's what I'm
doing, honey buns, I really watch my step 'cause it's slippery after 
moppin around... *Back to posessed voice* WHERE??? Jeez you want me to
break copyrights by saying WHAT?? -Oh shit I said it...- That's why I
say WHERE???  WHERE??? Oh wha*ever... I just wish you knew who are you
dealing with...

Vindicator:  "Oh I know who I'm dealing with...I'm dealing with a 
shattered man...A man that is so torn on the inside, that it has taken
over his outside persona. I'm messing with a man that was so insecure
about his wrestling ability, that he decided to go into hiding for
almost 3 years until he got the guts to step back into the ring.  I'm
messing with a man that has seemingly lost it all in his life, his
sanity, his livelihood...and come later on, his belt.  Tell me Dale,
what will happen to you when you lose the only thing you have going for
you?"

DALE "THE MIRROR": How can I lose something I have lost already? I'm 
not a virgin anymore... *chuckles, then changes to female voice, to
himself*  Mmm... "he" was so nice... *changes to posessed* AHA! He's
speaking about the DCWL REAL WORLD TITLE! *changes to Alex Trebek's
voice* Sorry, "your" answer needs to be in the form of a question...
*changes back to posessed*  Sorry... "WHAT IS THE DWCL REAL WORLD
TITLE?"

*All of a sudden, Dale slaps himself across the face and continues 
speaking normally*

DALE "THE MIRROR": Sorry Vin my man, I know... sorry, "we" know how 
dearly and badly you want this belt, but unfortunately "you" haven't
given this whole thing its rightful dimentions. If you just had one of
those "other" titles around your waist, I'd... no, "she"´d consider
your amusing rants more seriously, which isn't the case. This lil'
charm is stayin' sticked to "our" waist, so better start getting used
to the idea. Now, if you don't mind... "we"´d like to take a break...

Vindicator:  "We'll see about that... There are two things you can 
count on at Winter Plunderland....The first one is that I'm taking the
belt and the second is that you're taking a beating.  Whether you like
it or not, that's what is going to go down...Choke on that for a while
and I'll see YOU in the ring."

(The Vindicator then smiles and begins to walk away again.)

DALE "THE MIRROR": *to himself* "You" see? You pissed the Vindiesel 
off! *changes to female* You're wrong sweetie, "he" will see "you", not
"me" in the ring... I'm looking forward to... *changes to posessed
voice, to himself again* Don't forget to mention "us", you moron!
*changes to normal*  Sorry again, gumbo... "We" are looking forward to
that! And tell your shrimp... er chimp "we" expect to see him in court
very soon... "We" will SUE his monkey-ass all the way to hell. And "we"
will take care of you too for fooling around with "our" religion.

*Dale puts on the "Real World" Championship belt again, not before 
staring for a few seconds at the large picture of the Vindicator which
is still attached to it. Vindy turns one last time to Dale.*

Vindicator: "Oh yeah, and you can keep the pictures I gave 
you....You'll need someone to look up to after the PPV."
 
(Cut back to the broadcast table.)

HP:  *scratches head*  "What the hell was that all about?"

RM:  "I think The Vindicator was trying to play some mind games with
Dale Stanwycz, but it seems hard to mess with a mind already lost."

HP:  "Damn straight, fiznag."

RM:  "Fiznag?"

HP:  "Yeah, freaking fiznag.  Like WU JAM says, pizza face!"

RM:  "Oh.  Well, in that case, let's move along to the next match on
this night of nights!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Our next matchup as part of WINTER PLUNDERLAND is a one-on-one
encounter ... for the DCWL COMMISSIONERSHIP!"

(The crowd pops at this accouncement, as all attention is turned to the
video screen, where a picture of a green Jell-O mold is displayed -
meaning only one thing...)
 
(HUGE POP!!)

PA:  "Introducing first ... from Chicago, Illinois ... and weighing in
at 245 pounds ... here is the former IWL Cruiserweight Champion, and
current Commissioner of the DCWL ... 'LETHAL' JT DAAAAAAAMON!!!"
 
(Walking out from behind the curtain, is the DCWL Commissioner,
"Lethal" JT Damon, dressed in shiny black vinyl pants with lime green
designs down it.  His boots are mainly black, with "JT" on them in lime
green letters.  He wears a black shirt that says "Got Jell-O?" on the
front in white, with a picture of a green Jell-O mold underneath.  On
the back of the shirt it says "BOO ME!" in big red letters.  His blonde
hair is short and spiked, which adds to his weird nature.  As he walks
down the ramp, he slaps the hands of various fans, before sliding into
the ring, and springing to his feet.)

PA:  "And his opponent ... making his first in-ring appearance in
nearly four years ... hailing from Norton, Virginia ... and weighing in
at 279 pounds ... here is 'BADBOY' JC BLAAAAAAKE!"

(The crowd immediately begins jeering, as "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath
blasts over the sound system, and JC Blake emerges from the backstage
area.   Holding an extra-tall can of Budweiser in his right hand, Blake
is dressed in a red bandana upon his head, black leather pants, black
cowboy boots, and an old IWL "Cosa Nostra" T-shirt with its arms ripped
away.  Blake's biceps, while showing the effects of age and gravity,
still hold a decent degree of mass and firmness, as he walks down the
aisle, sneering at the fans, and stopping to chug a few more gulps of
beer before throwing his can aside.)

JT:  "Just hang on there, Mr. Blake."
 
(JC sneers at Damon, as the commissioner pulls out a crinkled piece of
paper from his vinyl pants.)
 
JT:  (straightening it out)  "Seeing as this may be my last night as
DCWL Commissioner, I've made one final decision as it affects our
contracted match tonight."
 
(Blake rolls his eyes, and he stands at the top of the ramp with his
hands on his hips in a sheer lack of respect.)
 
JT:  "And I have offically, and legally, altered this contract so that
the loser will be contractually obligated to compete for the DCWL for
three full months following this night!"
 
(Some gasps are heard from the crowd, but mostly cheers, as the stakes
have been raised to a new level!)
 
JT:  (tossing the piece of paper out of the ring)  "How's them apples?"
 
(Blake shrugs his shoulders, showing that he doesn't care what the
stipulation is, and races down the ramp towards the ring.  He slides
into the ring, and immediately charges at JT Damon.)

**DING DING DING** 
 
Blake leaps at Damon,
with a Lou Threz Press,
the crash to the mat,
and instantly begin to trade lefts-and-rights!
As they rolls around the ring,
each man has the advantage,
numerous times only to lose it, just as quick.
 
RM:  "Can you believe this, Hollywood?!  The loser of this match
tonight will officially be a member of the DCWL roster!"

HP:  "The only damn thing worse than seeing Damon as the freaking
Commish each week, would be to see his ass in the ring each week!"

They roll towards the ropes,
and Damon sticks out a free arm,
grabbing onto the bottom rope,
and keeps rolling.
Blake falls out of the ring,
while JT Damon stays in.
Both men quickly to their feet,
the referee beginning to count Blake out...
 
ONE!
 
Blake adjusts his attire, 
before circling the ring,
looking for the best possible entry point,
but each time, Damon closes in 
and stops him from entering.
 
THREE!
 
FOUR!
 
The referee tells Damon to take a step back,
and let Blake in,
and the commissioner obliges.

RM:  "Damon looks sharp tonight, and definitely ready to defend his
position with the company!"

A precautious Blake rolls into the ring,
and gets to one knee,
only to have the speedy Damon,
kick him in the jaw,
with a soccer-style kick, 
one that David Beckham would be proud of!
Blake flies backwards,
and Damon immediately jumps on top of him,
kneeling above his chest,
and uses the advantage,
to repeatedly punch Blake in the face!
 
HP:  "Hell, I bet after all the beer Blake was drinking tonight, he
won't even be feeling these punches for another hour!  HA!"

Using all of his strength,
Blake heaves Damon off his chest,
and into the second turnbuckle.
He quickly gets to his feet,
and applies a rear-waist lock onto the Jell-O-Man,
hoisting him up into the air,
before dropping him neck first,
with a German Suplex!

RM:  "JC Blake is definitely the more powerful of these two, and he
just showed us an example of it!"
 
Blake holds on to the waist lock,
and pulls Damon to his feet,
before heaving him back into the air,
but the suplex attempt is blocked by Damon,
by hooking his legs behind Blake's.
Damon swings a right elbow,
and it connects with Blake's temple,
making him release the hold.
Damon spins around,
and again punches Blake in the face,
the BadBoy rocking backwards.

HP:  "Dammit, I want to see Damon get his ass kicked ... but I'd rather
see Blake in the ring on a regular basis ... what the hell is Ol'
Panzerotti to do?!"
 
Damon whips JC Blake into the ropes,
and on return, goes for a clothesline,
but Blake ducks under.
Again, returning, Damon goes,
for another clothesline,
but it is again ducked by Blake.
A third time, Blake returns,
and ducks, but Damon is ready for him,
and hits him with a European Uppercut.
With a stunned opponent,
this allows Damon to lift Blake up,
from under his arms,
and quickly grabs the legs mid-air
slamming Blake's head to the mat,
with a Spine Bomb/Sky High maneuver!
Cover...
 
ONE!
 
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TWO!!
 
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SHOULDER UP!!!
 
Without wasting any time,
Damon pulls the BadBoy to his feet,
and again whips him into the ropes,
and again tries to lift Blake into the air,
from under his arms,
but this time Blake has his actions scouted,
and kicks him fair in the groin,
just as his feet leave the ground!

RM:  "JC Blake has never been shy about doing whatever it takes to get
the win, and that instinct is still with him!"
 
Damon doubled over,
wondering if there is a lead falsetto part,
in the up-and-coming "Un ballo in maschera" show.
Blake slowly rises to his feet,
taking his time, then showboating to the crowd,
pointing at the fallen commissioner,
and mocking his predicament.
 
HP:  "Don't waste time with the humanoids, dammit!"

Having had his fun,
Blake grabs a tuff of Damon's blonde hair,
and slams it into the mat,
with a Guillotine Face Driver!
Digging his elbow into Damon's face,
and hooking a leg, he covers...
 
ONE!
 
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TWO!!
 
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THR--KICK OUT!!!
 
Blake gets into the referee's face,
complaining about a slow-count,
which allows for Damon to recover,
who has rolled out of the ring,
and is on his hands and knees.
The front row offering their support,
with some slaps on the back.

RM:  "JC Blake sure is choosing an extremely slow pace tonight, which
may work to Damon's favor over the long haul!"
 
Giving up, Blake turns around,
only to discover that Damon is not in the ring.
spinning, he looks for Damon,
who has climbed to the apron.
Damon grabs the ropes,
and springs,
and soars through the air, 
twisting and flipping,
and knocks JC Blake down,
with a Catapult Sky-Twister Press!

RM:  "Amazing!  JT Damon still has some of those Cruiserweight roots in
his blood, despite putting on considerable weight since his prime!  And
the crowd is loving it!"
 
Damon rolls through,
and jumps to his feet,
- filled with joy -
Full of momentum,
Damon scales the turnbuckles,
and turns to the crowd,
signaling the end of the match.

HP:  "Pandering to the idiot humanoids will always get your ass in
trouble, whether or not they like you!"
 
Blake struggles to his feet,
and sees a turned Damon.
Seizing the moment,
The BadBoy blindsides Damon,
and knocks the ropes,
forcing the commissioner, 
to fall to his 'male doom'.
Blake sneers at the white-faced Damon,
before climbing the turnbuckles himself,
pulling up 'Lethal' JT Damon,
and locking on a front facelock.

HP:  "What did I tell you, Manning?!"

RM:  "I know, I know ... playing to the fans is bad for your health."
 
All of the sudden,
Blake lets out an all-mighty scream,
lets go of the facelock,
and grabs the side of his neck.
Damon gets to his feet, 
still on the top turnbuckle with J.C. Blake,
and leaps over the top of his screaming opponent.
Mid-air, Damon applies a waist lock,
pulling down the BadBoy,
with a sunset flip-esque move.
Blake's body slamming hard against the mat,
ending up as a Sit-out Powerbomb.

HP:  "What the hell just happened to Blake?!"

RM:  "Did JT Damon just BITE the neck of JC Blake?!"

HP:  "Freaking vampires..."
 
Damon slides forward,
spits out some blood,
and hooks both legs up with his arms,
and holding them over Blake's head,
for the secure cover...
 
ONE!
 
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Damon puts his left leg on the second rope,
followed by his right leg,
adding leverage to the cover.

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TWO!!
 
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Blake attempts to kick out,
but the additional leverage keeps his shoulders down!

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THREE!!!
 

**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Here is your winner ... and STILL DCWL Commissioner ... 'LETHAL'
JT DAAAAAAMOOOOOON!!!"

(Damon leaps up to his feet, thrusting his arms into the air, and the
fans celebrate his victory with a loud cheer!)

PA:  "And furthermore, as a result of the contract stipulations ...
'BadBoy' JC Blake is now a full-time wrestler on the DCWL roster for
THREE MONTHS!"

(JC Blake darts up to his feet, screaming wildly at the referee about
the illegal pin by Damon, but the referee will have none of the
argument, walking away from Blake, and leaving him frustrated and still
defeated.)

RM:  "JC Blake got burned by his own brand of fire!  One of the
dirtiest old school players just got out-cheated by the Commissioner!"

HP:  "DAMMIT!  It's not fair, Manning!  But hell, at least we get to
see Blake in the ring more often ... and I bet he'll be looking for
some damn revenge against Damon for this crap!"

RM:  "Folks, we've got something going on backstage ... let's check it
out!"

(The camera view switches to the backstage area, near the door where
talent enters from the parking lot.  Predictably, the door swings open
... but not so predictably, in walks Steve Francis!)

HP:  "What the hell is that freaking rapist doing here?!  I thought he
was in prison for what he did to my hot piece of love meat, Blaze!"

RM:  "Someone must have been generous enough to bail him out!  I have
no idea whom, but he's back to work, because he's got a DCWL mic in his
hands!"

(The cameras follow him through the backstage area, where Steve Francis
arrives outside Skye Ashner's locker room. He goes to knock, and the
door swings open, and Skye Ashner walks out, and looks right at him.
Skye wears an open shirt, all in shades of blue, from a dark blue at
the top, to a light blue at the bottom. He also wears a pair of black
jeans with a blue pinstripe down the side. Pulling the sunglasses from
his face, with his uncasted hand, he looks at Steve Francis.)

Skye: "What are you doing?"

Francis: "Well, it's my first day back on the job and, well ... I
wanted to know if I could get and interview Mr. Ashner..."

Skye: "Interview?! YOU WANT AN INTERVIEW!?"

Francis: "Y--Yes, Mr. Ashner, as Ike D. Pentagon's match with the 
Capitol comes closer what are your thoughts?"

Skye: "MY... thoughts?"

(Skye rips the microphone away from Francis, with the casted hand, and 
holds it up, looking toward the camera.)

Skye: "The signs are here... tonight is Skye Ashner's own personal 
Judgement Day! By the end of the night, I will be no more! At least,
that's how fate has it... HOWEVER... The way I see it... WHY NOT GO OUT
IN THE BLAZE OF GLORY!? What about it, Steve!?"

Steve: (nods.)

Skye: "You see... I'll be watching you, Capitol... because I'm not 
leaving this arena tonight without you... I'm not laying down and
letting the end come crashing down! NO! Tonight... I show once and for
all that all through this... I WAS ALIVE... and at the end of the
night... when the prophecy becomes truth... and I am gone... You'll be
coming with me... So help me God... YOU'LL--AAHHH!"

(Skye leans over holding his casted arm, as it twitches and he drops 
the microphone, he screams out in pain, and uses his good arm to open
the door, and stumbles in, slamming the door behind him.)

Francis: (picks up the mic.) "Uh... back to you... I think?"

(Yes, you think right.  Back to the broadcast table we go.)

RM:  "It looks like that injured arm isn't as healthy as Skye Ashner
might want to think!"

HP:  "Sure, ass monkey, but what's all this damn talk about the end
being near and a freaking prophesy?!  Sounds like a bunch of hokus
pokus crapus to Ol' Panzerotti!"

RM:  "Well, Ashner does have a tendancy to get a little dark in his
monologues when Tawny Blake isn't around to keep him in balance!"

HP:  "Whatever ... as far as Ol' Panzerotti is concered, he's just as
crazy as that idiot Dale Stanwycz and his voices."

RM:  "Speaking of which, we're back to the ring for the big DCWL World
Championship Match!"


**DING DING DING**
 
PA:  "The following match is scheduled for one fall ... and is
a DCWL LEGENDS MATCH for the UNSANCTIONED DCWL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"
 
(The older fans erupt with cheers!)
 
PA:  "Introducing first ... From Parts Unkown, New Jersey ... weighing
in at 275 pounds ... here is THE VINDICATOOOOOR!!!"
 
(The lights go out in the arena and the eerie, 
but majestic Gregorian chants begin.  Red and 
green lasers form a V at the entranceway, while 
the words "Metropolitan MEGAstar" scroll across 
the video screen.  Various profile shots of Vindy 
are shown, as well as Vindy in action.  Just then, 
the Vindicator bursts out of the backstage area.  
He's wearing black vinyl pants with forest green 
and maroon V designs down the sides.  His long dark
brown hair is tied in a braid.  Vindy's perfectly 
chiseled physique is oiled up and he's got gold tape 
around his wrists.  Vindy looks to the crowd with a 
smug look on his face and gives the V symbol.  He hops 
on the apron and flips over the rope right into a flex 
for the crowd.) 
 
PA:  "And his oponent ... From Grand Rapids, Minnesota ... and weighing
in at 245 pounds ... The Self Professed reigning DCWL World Champion
... DALE "THE MIRROR" STAAAAAAAAANWYCZ!!!"
 
(The wacky tones of "Rat Race" by the Baha Men blare through the PA as
Dale "The Mirror" Stanwycz makes his way into the ring, slapping every
fan's hand as he walks down the ramp. He wears his classic
split-colored tights and white wrestling boots  with the DCWL World
title strapped to his waist. Dale slips under the ropes, climbs the
turnbuckle and strikes the infamous "Mirror stance" as the crowd
blows in a loud pop.)
 
HP:  "Here we go, Manning ... in their DCWL heyday, these two didn't
have damn monkeys running around backstage, and could run with just
about any damn style you threw at 'em ... so we could be in for one
hell of a show ... or a freaking dud.  Hell if I know!"

The referee is sweating from the tension of this bout,
as he points to the timekeeper's table,
and calls for the opening bell!

**DING DING DING**
 
Vindy stands in the corner, 
while Dale jumps down from the turnbuckle,
and pulls the title off of his waist.
He holds it in his hands,
and points at it taunting Vindy.
The crowd begins loudly chanting,

"WE WANT THE VOICE! WE WANT THE VOICE!"

Vindy shakes his head,
and Dale places a huge grin on his face,
as they both move towards center ring.
 
HP:  "Way back in the day, the DCWL Commissioner was The Voice, a
freaking psychotic bastard who threw these dudes into electric chair
matches, and other insanely violent ideas ... I LOVED IT!  Anyways,
that's who the old humanoids are chanting for."
 
Both competitors finally come face to face,
in the center of the ring,
and begin talking trash to each other.
Mirror has a huge smirk on his face,
and it seems like he going crazy again,
with his split personality.
Vindy just shakes his head,
and the crowd begins to chant,
"OLE... OLE.... OLE .... OLEEEEEE!"
 
RM:  "Another old school reference, Hollywood?!"

HP:  "Jose Garces, Manning!  I bet you had no idea that Garces got his
start in the DCWL, before moving on to the WWA."

RM:  "WOW!  I had no clue!"

HP:  "Of course you don't have a clue, ass muncher!"
 
After a few more moments of trash talking,
to two come together in a lock down,
each trying to shove the other into a move.
Back and forth control goes,
until Vindy kicks Dale in the gut,
and drops an elbow on his head.
Dale drops to the mat, 
and Vindicator runs over to the ropes,
Dale hops up and goes for a clothesline,
but Vindy ducks under.
Vindy hits the ropes on the other side,
and with the momentum jumps up in the air,
and hits a drop kick,
almost sending Dale through the ropes.
 
RM:  "What an intense exchange!  We may be in for a classic wrestling
match, folks!"

Vindy quickly gets up,
goes over to Dale and pulls him up,
he pulls Dale to the center of the ring,
and slaps on a Full Nelson.
Swinging Dale back and forth,
Dale tries to fight it off,
but Vindy's strength keeps him at bay.
The ref goes in to check,
but Dale screams out,"HELLLL NOOO!!!"
Vindy applies more pressure,
and lifts himself on his toes,
to bring more weight down on Dale's neck.

HP:  "Damn, he's got that crap locked in tight!  Isn't this Vindy's
first match since cheating The Capitol out of a win over a month ago?"

RM:  "I think you're right, Hollywood!" 

Dale begins to pick up some steam,
and starts pulling his arms down,
slowly breaking the hold.
Vindy begins shaking him violently,
trying to keep him in the hold to no avail.
Just when Dale almost breaks lose,
Vindy knees Dale in the back,
turns him around and throws him to the ropes.
Vindy goes in to slap on a head lock, 
but Dale blocks it,
and takes him down hard to the mat,
with a Russian leg sweep.

RM:  "Great counter wrestling by Stanwycz!  But Dale's got to stay away
from those power moves of The Vindicator, if he's going to survive this
big match!"

Dale springboards up off the mat, 
grabs a handfull of Vindy's hair,
and pulls him up and hits a belly to belly.
Dale throws his hands up in the air,
as the crowd erupts. 
Dale walks over to Vindy,
and soccer kicks him to the abdomen.
Dale then pulls Vindy up, 
brings him to the center of the ring,
then hoists him in the air vertically,
and hits a Michinoku Driver!
The ref goes for the count:

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!! 

Dale pulls Vindy up,
and slaps on a side headlock.
He really begins wrenching it in,
When Vindy grabs him in a waist lock,
and back suplexes Dale to the mat.
Both men lie still, 
trying to catch a breather,
as the ref begins to count them down and out:
 
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
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FOUR
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FIVE
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SIX
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SEVEN
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Vindy is up to his feet,
and pulls Dale up as well.
 
HP:  "These two dudes are getting a little older, cause I've never seen
either one need a long breather this early in a damn match!" 
 
Dale gets a second wind,
and shoves Vindy over to the ropes.
Dale is visibly frustrated,
and the crowd begins to chant,
"VINDY VINDY VINDY VINDY VINDY."
Vindy nods at the approval of the crowd,
and simply stands there looking at Dale,
with his hands on his hips.
Dale's left eyebrow lifts,
he runs and climbs up to the turnbuckle,
and does the mirror stance.
The crowd erupts with cheers and chanting,
"MIRROR MIRROR MIRROR MIRROR."
 
RM:  "The fans are split in their support!"

Obviously a tie,
with the test of fan appeal,
the two slowly approach eachother in the center.
Vindy throws out his hands,
with a challenge to a test of strength.
Dale cautiously looks around,
for the crowd approval,
and then they latch on,
with Vindy quickly taking the lead,
pushing Dale quickly down to his knees.
 
HP:  "Why would Stanwycz accept a test of strength against The
Vindicator?!  Unless he thinks his other damn personalities are gonna
help his ass out here!"

Vindy wrenches on the power,
holding Dale down with ease.
Dale desperately tries to gain momentum,
and slowly makes his way up to one knee,
but is quickly brought back down,
with the strength of Vindy. 
Dale slowly then makes his way back up,
and up to his feet.
Vindy fights back and lets go,
and tries to give Dale a spinning heel kick,
but Dale throws Vindy's foot away from him,
and reaches in for a side headlock.
Dale then jumps up,
spins 360 degrees,
and drops Vindy's head hard to the mat,
with a tornado DDT!
 
HP:  "THE DOPPELGANGER!  HA!  He nailed it, dammit!"

RM:  "It came out of nowhere, and Dale Stanwycz could have this match
in the bag now!"
 
Dale gets up to his feet,
and throws his hands in the air,
as the crowd erupts with cheers!
He then rolls Vindy over,
locks his leg and goes for the cover.

ONE
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TWO
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VINDY BARELY KICKS OUT BEFORE THE THREE!!!
 
RM:  So close!  I thought it was over!"

Dale sits up and simply shakes his head,
in total shock that Vindy has just kicked out. 
He then gets up to his feet,
walks over to the ropes and looks out to the crowd,
then begins mumbling to himself.
Vindy is slowly recovering and is on his knees,
and Dale turns to go in for another attack.
As he reaches in front of him,
Vindy throws his left arm up,
between Dale's legs and nails him in the groin!
Dale bends over in pain,
as Vindy gets up to his feet.

HP:  "Cheap shot by The Vindicator!  HA!  I knew one of these idiots
would break down and start cheating their asses off!" 

Vindy reaches over,
pulls Dale up in a gorrila press,
and then brings him down vertically,
into an inverted tombstone piledriver,
completing The Total Vindication!
Vindy then goes for the cover:

ONE
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TWO
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WITH EVERY LAST OUNCE OF ENERGY DALE THROWS
HIS LEFT SHOULDER UP IN THE AIR!!!

HP:  "Damn!  Stanwycz just kicked out of freaking Total Vindication!" 

RM:  "They each have survived each other's finishing moves!"

Both competitors are completly exausted,
laid out in the middle of the mat,
as the referee just shakes his head,
and patiently waits for them to get up without a count,
to the great approval of the crowd.
Vindy slowly gets up,
and uses the ropes to help him stand.
Dale sits up,
and is still talking to himself,
looking around with a dazed, empty stare.
Vindy comes from behind,
and hits a roundhouse kick,
to the back of his neck.

HP:  "BAH!  I knew that damn psychotic voice talking to him would screw
him over eventually!" 

Vindy pulls Dale up to his feet,
tries to irish whip him into the corner,
but Dale reverses it,
and sends Vindy crashing into the turnbuckles.
Dale quickly runs over to him,
climbs up to the second rope,
and begins pounding on him!
The Crowd shouts:

ONE..
TWO..
THREE..
FOUR..
FIVE..
SIX..
SEVEN..
EIGHT..
NINE..
TEN!!!!! 
 
Dale showboats with the crowd,
still standing on the turnbuckle,
but then Vindy grabs a hold of Dale,
pulls him up and powerbombs him,
sending Dale crashing hard to the mat.
Vindy catches his breath,
knocks out all of the cobwebs,
and then walks over and scoops Dale up.
Again, Vindy pulls Dale up for a Gorrilla Press,
and holds Dale mid-air,
ready to hit his signature manuever!
 
RM:  "No one can kick out of TWO Total Vindications!"
 
Suddenly, Vindy begins to bridge backwards,
and Dale reverses the move,
as the crowd erupts with cheers. 
Dale with a huge grin on his face,
goes to hit the Total Vindication,
but Vindy smashes Dale's head in between his legs,
and Dale lets him go and holds his head.
Vindy quickly grabs Dale,
places him in a side headlock,
and spins 360 degrees,
going for the Doppleganger DDT,
but Mid air Dale pushes Vindy off,
and both of them come crashing back to the mat!

HP:  "DAMN!  The Vindicator tried to use Stanwycz's own finisher on his
ass, but it didn't work!"

RM:  "Some great scouting has gone on in this match!"
 
Dale quickly jumps up,
and does the mirror stance,
and the crowd yet again erupts with cheers!
He pulls Vindy up to his feet,
gives him a kick to the gut for good measure,
and places him in a side headlock.
He signals for the end,
and goes to spin,
but Vindy lifts him up in the air,
walks over to the corner,
and places him on the top turnbuckle. 
Vindy quickly climbs up to the second rope,
with Dale still holding him in a head lock,
and violently flips backwars,
sending Dale crashing on to the mat,
with a Northern Lights springboard superplex!

HP:  "HOLY SHIT!" 
 
Vindy slowly crawls over to Dale,
reaches his left arm over his chest,
and the ref goes down for the count:

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
 
 
**DING DING DING**
 
PA:  "Your winner ... and NEEEEEW DCWL UNSANCTIONED WORLD CHAMPION ...
THE VINDICATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!"

(The crowd roars in approval, as The Vindicator rolls off of Stanwycz,
heavily breathing as he slowly rises to his feet, and a smile begins to
grow on his face, as he raises his arms up to make the "V" sign!)

RM:  "He did it!  The Vindicator is a two-time DCWL World Champion!"

HP:  "No, Manning ... he's a ONE time DCWL World Champion, and a one
time rusted tin Champ ... Ol' Panzerotti recognizes that belt like he
recognizes one of his bitches a week after nailing them to the wall
with Stanley the power drill!"

RM:  "Well, it's definitely recognized by these two legends, as they
fought with everything they had over it tonight!"

(Dale Stanwycz slowly staggers up to his feet, as the referee enters
the ring with the DCWL World Championship belt, heading towards The
Vindicator.  Dale intercepts the delivery, snatching the title away
from the referee.)

HP:  "Smash it into his face, Dale!  Show us what you're made of,
dammit!"

(Stanwycz and The Vindicator come face to face, nose to nose, glaring
at one another, as they engage in an extremely tense moment.  Dale
slowly brings his arm up, and gently places the title belt over Vindy's
shoulder, before stepping back and exiting the ring.  The crowd wildly
cheers the sportsmanlike gesture, as Dale staggers off to the backstage
area, appearing to be having an intense argument with himself. 
Meanwhile , The Vindicator climbs onto the turnbuckles, and thrusts the
title belt into the air, receiving another deafening cheer from the
fans!)

RM:  "What a great moment!"

HP:  "BAH!  I think I'm gonna puke all over your great moment, you
donkey luster!"

RM:  "Fans, I understand The Capitol is on his way to the entranceway
to ringside now, so let's catch up with him!  Perhaps Steve Francis can
get a few words in with him before the big match with General
Pentagon!"

(Camera cuts backstage, as we see the impressively muscular form of The
Capitol walking down a hallway.  Suddenly, Steve Francis darts out of
an perpendicular hallway, with a DCWL mic in his hands.)

FRANCIS:  "Mr. Capitol!  Mr. Capitol!  Any last minute words before
your Steel Cage Knockout Match against General Ike D. Pentagon?!"

(Suddenly, The Capitol stops in his tracks.  He turns to face Steve
Francis, whose face lights up over getting the usually sullen Capitol
to stop and make a comment.  However, The Capitol's right arm suddenly
swats up and across, backhanding Francis across the face, and sending
him soaring into the nearest brick wall.  The Capitol turns back and
continues walking down the hallway.)

HP:  "Take that as a no comment, you sexual assaulting cornholio!"

(The Capitol continues his walk, passing Tawny Blake along the way, who
is bent over a water cooler, filling up her sports bottle.  Again, The
Capitol suddenly stops in his tracks, and a mild sneer crosses his
lips.   Tawny Blake doesn't see The Capitol approaching her from
behind, as she stands back up, showing off a tight white Skye Ashner
t-shirt.  Suddenly, The Capitol wraps his hand around her throat from
behind, and whispers a single word to her...)

CAPITOL:  Boo.

(With a frightened scream, Tawny's water bottle soars into the air,
spilling a large amount of its contents over the front of her shirt. 
The Capitol slowly pulls her head back towards his chest, and continues
speaking to her slightly louder now.)

CAPITOL:  I could easily strangle you into unconsciousness right now. 
But I'm not going to.  Instead, I'll let that wop Guido take care of
you.  I'm just here to let you know that what I do to Ike tonight ...
That's just a little warning of what's going to happen to your little
boyfriend.

(The Capitol throws her aside and down to the floor, as The Capitol
continues on his way.  The cameraman, obviously a man, leaves The
Capitol and turns back to Tawny Blake, who lies stunned on the floor,
giving the audience a clear glimpse of her nipples through the wet
shirt, as the camera cuts back to the broadcast table.)

HP:  "HELL YEAH!  Nipples on Winter Plunderland!  I love this freaking
show, Manning!"

RM:  "Get your mind out of the gutter, Hollywood!  The Capitol has no
right to bully Tawny Blake like that, so close to her big match against
Guido the Great later tonight!"

HP:  "BAH!  Just try and tell me you were looking at her face during
that last shot, Manning!"

RM:  "Whatever ... let's get back to the ring."


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The following contest is the special STEEL CAGE KNOCKOUT MATCH
... the only way to win this bout is to knock one's opponent down to
the canvas for a count of ten!  Introducing first ... from Miami,
Florida ... weighing 302 pounds ... here is THE CAPITOOOOOL!!!"

(As "Friday" by Ice Cube blasts overhead, The Capitol emerges from the
backstage area, greeted by a flurry of boos from the fans.  Wearing a
black singlet with the letters "TC" on the right leg, The Capitol
displays a sarcastic smirk on his face underneath his mane of spikey
blonde hair.  The Capitol stops at the foot of the ring, looking up at
the steel cage surrounding the ring ropes.  He turns, spitting on the
arena floor, before entering the cage with no sign of emotion other
than hatred.)

PA:  "And his opponent ... hailing from Washington, DC ... and weighing
in at 298 pounds ... here is GENERAL IKE D. PENTAGOOOOOOON!!!"

(The arena goes dark and an eerie green light fills the air.  Then the
old school music of Veruca Salt's "All Hail Me!" blares over the
speakers.)

(General Ike D. Pentagon steps out in front of the crowd, to extremely
loud cheers from the fans!  IDP is extremely well built and in 
great shape.  His hair is very dark black with a few strands of grey,
it's so dark that in the light it even has a hint of blue.  His face is
absolutely chiseled, hawkish features with a scar above his left eye.
IDP wears leather, somewhat shiny, camoflauge pants that stick
relatively close to his legs (not baggy).  The camoflauge is a
traditional green, brown, grey.  He wears a black muscle style spandex
top, which looks like Diesel's old school top with the letters "IDP"
stamped in military style in white on the black shirt.)

(Marching towards the ring, General Pentagon surveys the structure of
the cage, and fearlessly climbs the ring steps, and enters the cage. 
The referee calls for the opening bell.)


**DING DING DING**

Both the Capitol and General Pentagon begin to test the ropes,
As they set to lock up inside the massive cage.
Neither man makes a move, as they stand off in an epic stalemate
Both men stare into each others eyes, with a feeling of IWL nostalgia.
IDP begins to say something to the Capitol,
And Cap slaps the taste out of his mouth!
IDP turns his head slowly back around 
and both he and Cap look right into each other's eyes

RM: "The history that these to have, oh what a moment this is!"

HP: "And what a moment it will be when The Capitol knocks the hell out
of Pentagon in a few minutes!"

The intensity in both men's eyes seems to speak wonders,
As suddenly both IDP and Cap begin to hammer away at each other!
Fists start flying, and Cap backs IDP into the corner.
But with a vicious uppercut, IDP sends the Capitol stumbling back!
The Capitol swings with a right hand, but IDP blocks it
And nails Cap with a right of his own!
The Capitol backpedals, 
but IDP comes right at him with a full head of steam!
And sends the Capitol to the mat with a clothesline.
IDP quickly rips the Capitol off the mat, and throws him into the
steel!
Cap stops himself from hitting the unfogiving metal cage,
And spins around to see IDP's right hand in his face!
But, dodging out of the way causing IDP to punch the steel cage!

RM: "The Steel Cage adds a whole new set of challenges to any match!"

IDP turns around right into the Capitol,
And he falls right into Cap's clutches, 
And a belly to belly suplex! 
IDP Lands on the back of his neck,
And skids along the mat, sitting up, holding the back of his neck
But the Capitol doesn't waste any time and dropkicks the back of IDP
Cap pulls the General off the mat, 
and hoists him up in the air for a vertical suplex!
Then he drops IDP down on his head with a Brainbuster!
With a wicked smile, 
The Capitol gets ready to apply Capitol Punishment!
But as he grabs IDP's arm, Pentagon rolls over, 
and locks Cap in an armbar!
The Capitol yelps out in surprise, and attempts to get away from IDP
But the armbar is locked in place!

HP: "How the hell are you gonna knock someone out with an armbar?!"

Cap starts to rock back and forth, 
and gets his free arm down to the mat.
He starts to push up, lifing IDP's legs into the air.
Quicly, Cap gets up to one knee, 
and then grabs one of IDP's legs with a free hand,
And turns IDP into an ankle lock.
Cap quickly relases, however, 
and stomps on the back of General Pentagon.
IDP yelps, but doesn't get a breather, 
as Cap quickly pulls him from the mat.
Cap quickly throws IDP face first into the steel!
General Pentagon's body snaps back, and he stumbles around,
To get hit with a bulldog from Cap from behind!
The Capitol quickly looks around, and then starts to climb the cage.

RM: "Has The Capitol forgotten that you can't win by escaping the
cage?"

Reaching a higher position on the cage, 
Cap pushes himself away from the steel,
Dropping from above with a thunderous elbow drop, 
right across IDP's chest!
Both men's bodies seem to bounce from the mat
And the Capitol rolls around, holding his elbow, 
as the referee begins to count IDP out cold:

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!

Cap adujusts himself into the corner, 
and pulls himself to a vertical base
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FIVE!

RM: "This match cannot end from a flying elbow drop!"

HP: "Oh yes it can, monkey humper!"

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SIX!
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SEVEN!

Suddenly, IDP pushes himself off the mat, 
and looks right into the eyes of the Capitol,
And points a finger at him, 
causing a look of disbelief on Cap's face.
Cap charges in at IDP, 
but is knocked to the mat with a shoulder block,
Quickly Cap gets back to his feet, 
and quickly he is sent back down with a clothesline.

RM: "The tide has turned!  It looked like Pentagon might be down for
the count a few moments ago, but now's he's in full control!"

HP: "BAH!"

Both men get back to a vertical base once more, facing each other.
They run at each other at full speed, 
and duck each others clotheslines,
and turn around to lock up once again.
IDP shoves Cap back into the corner with force,
And chops right across Cap's chest, 
sending the Capitol stumbling forward,
As IDP acsends the turnbuckle, 
and comes down onto Cap with a double axe handle!
This causes an immense roar from the crowd
As we see Skye Ashner sprinting to the ringside area.
IDP acknowledges him, and invites him to the ring.
Ashner nods, and runs over to the time keeper, 
and takes the bell hammer!
Cap goes after IDP from behind, however with a knee clip!
IDP crashes to the mat, and Ashner backs away as Cap yells at him.

RM: "I'm sure Skye Ashner has learned what The Capitol did to Tawny
Blake before this match, and he's out for revenge!"

HP: "What took him so damn long?!  He must have stopped to check out
those hot freaking nipples!"

Cap rips IDP off the mat once more, 
and throws IDP against the chain link cage,
and begins to grind his face into it, 
causing blood to trickle down IDP's brow.
All the while, taunting Skye Ashner.
Cap then slams IDP's head into the steel once more, and again!
Cap continues to bash IDP head first into the cage,
Causing trickles of blood to cover the left side of his head,
coloring it in crimson.
Then, Cap toses IDP aside, to the mat, 
and begins to yell towards Skye Ashner.
As the ref begins the count:

ONE
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
Ashner begins to climb the cage, hammer in hand.

HP: "What the hell is Ashner doing now?!  Get his ass away from here! 
This ain't fair, dammit!"

Ashner reaches the top, and swings his legs in, 
as the Capitol tells him to "bring it!"
But IDP spins the Capitol around, and kicks him in the midsection,
And lifts him high into the air, 
driving him down with a thunderous powerbomb,
The crowd explodes in recognition of the ATOMIC BOMB!
As the Capitol lay on the mat, IDP pulls himself up,
and the ref starts his count:

ONE
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TWO!
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Ashner lands in the ring, and begins to wind up the hammer

THREE!
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FOUR!

RM: "YES!  Ashner is going to get his revenge, and cost The Capitol
this match, and the referee can't do anything about it!"

HP: "DAMMIT, NO!"

...FIVE!
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SIX!

Cap starts to move, 
and Ashner signals for IDP to "give him another!"
So IDP rips Cap's motionless body from the mat,
and sets him up for another ATOMIC BOMB!
But this time, The Capitol musters up enough strength to backdrop IDP!
He quickly gets to one knee, As IDP holds his back on the mat.
Cap stands, and turns to see Ashner standing, hammer in hand.
Ashner hols the hamer high in the air, 
and gets ready to swing,
But he suddenly screams out in pain, and drops the hammer, 
looking down at the casted arm.
An evil smirk comes over the Capitol, as he picks up the hammer,
And Ashner quickly heads for the door!

HP: "HA HAAA!  Skye Ashner and that damn crappy arm of his!  He just
gave The Capitol a weapon to use, and now he's running like a damn
scared little child!"

The referees scramble to open the door, 
as The Capitol stalks his prey!
But IDP comes in with a clothesline from behind!
The Capitol expects it, however, and ducks IDP's attack,
IDP turns around, and Cap whacks him in the face with the hammer!
General Pentagon immediately goes limp and crashes to the ground.
As Skye Ashner scurries out the door,
The Capitol begins to yell at Ashner to "get back here!"
As the referee begins his count:

ONE
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
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FIVE!

RM: "It can't end like this!  It's not right!"

HP: "Shut up, you damn sissy!"

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SIX!
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SEVEN!
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The crowd begins to get behind IDP
EIGHT!
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And they chant his name:  "I-D-P!  I-D-P!"
NINE!
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Pentagon begins to stir,
looking out to the cheering crowd,
And....
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TEN!!!


**DING DING DING**

PA: "The winner... as the result of a knockout... TTHHHHEEEEEE
CAAAAAAAAPITOOOOOOOLLL!!!"

(Blood trickles down the cheek of Pentagon from a gash opened on his
face, as he slowly begins crawling towards the ropes, still in a daze
from the hammer blow.  Meanwhile, The Capitol throws his arms into the
air, flipping off the crowd, before exiting the cage and heading to the
backstage area.)

RM:  "I can't believe The Capitol managed to defeat General Pentagon
here tonight!"

HP:  "Well, you can blame the retarded ass of Skye Ashner for it,
because Pentagon seemed to be in control until he showed his face!"

(As General Pentagon rises to his knees and wipes the blood from his
eye, he sees a beautiful woman with long, flowing, red hair stand up
from within the crowd.  She looks directly at Pentagon shaking her
head, as his eyes suddenly light up, and he desperately tries to pull
himself to his feet.  However, the woman begins walking towards the
arena exit, while Pentagon is still trying to orient himself within the
cage.)

HP:  "Was that who I think it was?!"

RM:  "Who was it?  An old girlfriend of the General's?"

HP:  "Hardly ... but damn, she's grown hot with age!"

RM:  "WHO?!  Who was that red-haired woman?"

HP:  "If you need to know, I'm sure you'll find out in due damn time."

RM:  *sigh*  "Fine.  It looks like Steve Francis is chasing another
interview backstage now, so let's go there."

(Camera once again cuts backstage, where Steve Francis is rushing
towards the talent exit door, trying to catch up with a large man in a
black leather jacket.)

FRANCIS:  "Excuse me!  The fans of the DCWL want to know your plans
now!  Give us one comment for the record before leaving, please!"

(The large man turns around, revealing 'BadBoy' JC Blake!  He looks
extremely grumpy, and he looks Steve Francis up and down.  Frowning at
what he sees, JC Blake grumbles one comment into the microphone.)

JC BLAKE:  "See you at Dementia, jackass."

(Shoving Francis aside, JC Blake continues on his way out the door,
heading towards the backstage parking lot.)

(Cut back to the broadcast table.)

RM:  "When we next see JC Blake, he'll be a full-fledged roster member
of the DCWL!  And Blake doesn't look too happy about it!"

HP:  "Can you blame him, asswipe?!  He came here expecting to leave as
the boss, and now he's back to the bottom of the barrell like a damn
rookie!"

RM:  "Well, I cannot wait to see how Blake stacks up against some of
the younger talent on the roster!"

(As Manning finishes speaking, the camera turns out to the live DCWL
Arena, where a smaller wrestling ring is just finishing being lowered
into the main ring.  The fans are loudly cheering, as they're very
aware of what this happening means!)

RM:  "It looks like we're ready for the Plunderweight Championship
Match, Hollywood!"

HP:  "Hell yeah!  I don't think I've ever looked forward to a match
this much in my whole damn life!  Just imagine the pain and blood that
will be exchanged!  HA!"

RM:  "Let's get the introductions out of the way and get right into the
action!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Our next contest as part of WINTER PLUNDERLAND is the very
special IRONMAN PLUNDERWEIGHT PYRAMID MATCH, for the DCWL Plunderweight
Championship!  The bout will continue for 30 minutes, with the Champion
beginning in the upper ring ... at the end of the time limit, the last
man standing in the upper ring will be declared the Champion!  Now, let
us meet the competitors!"

(The crowd loudly cheers as a slow methodical drum beat fills the
arena.)  

PA:  "Introducing first ... hailing from The Gallows ... weighing in at
310 pounds ... here is the reigning DCWL Plunderweight Champion ...
JACK KEEEETCH!!!"

(Jack Ketch slowly passes through the curtain and stops at the top of
the stage.  This is a massive man who seems completely oblivious to the
crowd.  Jack is wearing black leather pants and boots with a black
lycra
sleeveless muscle shirt.  Hie massive arms are marked with a pair of
tattoos.  On his left arm is a phoenix wrapped in fire with 3 chinese
symbols in a triangle around it.  On is right arm is the yin/yang
symbol surrounded by 6 other chinese symbols.)

RM:  "Jack Ketch is in for the most unique challenge of his career!"
 
(He stands about 6'8" tall and is in peak physical condition. 
Amazingly, we can even notice the ripped abdominal muscles outlined in
black.  His legs are big and powerful, but it's the upper body that is
noticed most.)

HP:  "Hell, if he survives a match against five other freaking
opponents, Damon might as well rename the belt in Ketch's damn name!"
 
(The drum beats continue as he makes his way to ring side.  As he steps
into the ring the beat quickens to a roll.  The drumroll stops abruptly
as Ketch removes his black hood.  Underneath is a black mask with a
hole in the back to reveal a short black ponytail.  The eyes of the
mask are black reflective lenses.  Ketch stands in the ring, looking
over the smaller ring, before the referee instructs him to enter it. 
The crowd's excitement is still audibly present, as Ketch steps into
the smaller ring.  Immediately, the four chains from the rafters
connecting to its ring posts tighten, as the ring is slowly lifted up
from the main ring.  Ketch looks down and around at his surroundings,
still showing no physical reaction to the new situation.)

RM:  "The Plunderweight Champion is in the upper ring now!  But the
real question is whether he'll be able to stay there for the next 30
minutes!"

(As the upper ring reaches a distance of 15 feet above the main ring,
the elevation stops, and ring attendants quickly go to work, attaching
four additional chains from the top of the upper ring's posts, to the
top of the main ring, in order to keep the upper ring sturdy for any
action that may occur within it.  Meanwhile, other stage hands are on
the concrete floor, setting up four ladders around the ring, one
standing vertical at each side of the main ring.)

PA:  "And now, here are the challengers ... introducing first ..."

(The lights dim as heavy, crunching guitars accompanied by a brutal 
blast beat on drums fill the arena.  The song is "Breed" by the metal
band, Embodyment.  Unexpectedly, throaty, screamed vocals echo over 
the crowd.)

#Call me what you want, the truth remains the same.

(A white light comes up on the entrance ramp and Cameron Williams 
walks into it.  He lifts his head up, staring at the Heavens and lifts
his arms upwards.)

#I am branded Christian!

PA:  "... hailing from New York City ... and weighing in at 255 pounds
... here is CAMERON WILLIAAAAAAMS!!!"

(Cameron Williams flips his head back up, rapidly, making his long, 
black hair fly through the air.  Cameron is wearing a tight, black
t-shirt, with white lettering.  It reads "the time is getting near". 
He has on black tights with a white cross on his left hip.  He wears
black boots with the same white crosses adorning the right and left
sides, respectively.  He wears white wrist tape, that seems to have
Bible verses scribbled on it.)

#Remaining in my faith, I do not stand alone.
#Standing by my Father's side,
#As I watch this world return to Sodom and Gomorrah.
#I bow down to only one God - Christ who died and arose,
#And to see you wallow in your shame and to deny His love and grace?

(Most of the fans boo Williams.  Some cheers are heard.  Red and white 
lights begin to flash around the arena.  He glares over his shoulders, 
due to his constant paranoia, then begins to walk, slowly, to the ring.
Ever so often, he looks over his shoulders.  He is always turning his
head from left to right, staring at each and every crowd member.)

#I hate to watch you fall.
#Pride yourself, unholy one.
#Never grasp the throne of God.
#Receive your fate you prideful pig.

(As Cameron reaches the ring, he grabs the second rope, and pulls 
himself up on the apron.  He looks once to his left, and then to his
right, and then crawls through the ropes into the ring.)

#I will not be deceived!
#I will not give into your temptations!

(Williams makes his way to the turnbuckle on the far left and climbs 
to the top.  He screams at the crowd, turning his head in all
directions.)

CAMERON: WHO'S ON YOUR SIDE!?  WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!?

#I am bought by the Blood of Jesus!
#The power of Heaven protects me!

(Williams climbs down the turnbuckle as the music fades out.  The 
lights come up, and Cameron looks around at the set-up, with a look of
concern upon his face.  He lowers his head in the corner, dropping to
his knees, obviously praying.) 

RM:  "Cameron Williams is obviously not sure about the Ironman Pyramid
Match, and perhaps more so about what awaits him if he actually gets to
the upper ring!"

("All Eyes on Me" By 2 Pac begins to play as the lights go out and a
blue spotlight hits the entrance way. At the entrance way stands a
medium built figure. The Man is clad in black wrestling shoes, black
parachute pants, with a white sash posing as a belt.  His hands are
wrapped in black tape, and streaks of black paint have been spread upon
his face.) 

PA:  "... from Sacramento, California ... weighing in at 215 pounds ...
here is 'MISTER 25-8' ASH BOMBAAAAAAAY!!!"

(Ash Bombay is carrying a blue marble cane. The man struts to the ring,
with a mean look on his face as if no regard for anyone eyeing him.  As
he steps up to the apron, Bombay surveys the set-up around him, looking
up with a smirk at the upper ring holding the Plunderweight Champion.)

RM:  "We've still got no word on who the replacement wrestler is going
to be in this match, Hollywood!"

HP:  "Well, with Creed already in the match, and Groond's ass on the
shelf, I can guarantee you the replacement idiot will at least be
sober!"

("Edge Crusher" by Fear Factory begins to play over the sound system.)

PA:  "... from Latrobe Pennsylvania ... and weighing 273 pounds ...
here is ... THE OUTLAW!!!"

(The curtain at the top of the ramp parts, and a bellowing scream is
heard from behind it...)

"RRRAAAHHH!"

(The Outlaw steps out, wearing his "outlaw: Bringing the violence"
t-shirt and pair of cut off jeans.  He begins to walk towards the ring,
looking up at the daunting setup, with no apparent fear of what lies
ahead.)

HP:  "I'll say this much ... if this new kid can win a match like this,
he'll finally have Ol' Panzerotti's respect."

(The Outlaw reaches the ring, but doesn't pose, instead chosing to go
to one of the corners and study his two opponents already in the ring.
A look of pure focused energy crosses his features, as Ash Bombay
shoots him a menacing glare from across the ring.)

RM:  "It seems that Holly is not joining The Outlaw tonight, which I
would suggest is a wise move, with all the potential violence that
could happen in this match!"

("Cowboys from Hell" by Pantera begins blasting throughout the arena,
as the fans wildly begin cheering.)

PA:  "... from Brooklyn, New York ... weighing in at 199 pounds ...
here is REX CREEEEEEED!!!"

(Spotlights shine upon the entranceway, as the rocking music of Pantera
brings the crowd to their feet, wildly cheering.  Several moments have
passed, and Rex Creed has still not appeared.)

HP:  "HA!  The druggie coward is ducking out of this big-ass match! 
He's scared of the Ironman Pyramid Match and Jack Ketch, dammit!"

(After several more moments pass without Creed's appearance, the music
fades away, and the fans response quickly turns to booing, as it
appears that Rex Creed will not be entering the match.)

RM:  "What a huge disappointment for these fans, who only recently have
embraced Creed as a favorite!  But now, we get to find out who the
mystery competitor is!"

(The arena lights go out, leaving a thick cloak of darkness as the
smooth notes of the opening guitar and bass lines of "Duck and Run" by
Three Doors Down flow over the crowd, sending the fans into a frenzy.
The music builds, and the drums grow in intensity, until a deep booming
voice reverberates throughout the arena.)


"SHOW'S OVER!"


RM:  "YES!  HELL YES!  OH YES!  I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!"

HP:  "What's so damn exciting about the show being over?!"

RM:  "IT'S MARK HALEY!  MR. SHOWTIME MARK HALEY IS IN THE DCWL!!!"

(With that, the heavy chords kick in as a blindingly bright pyrotechnic

display of blue, silver, and white fireworks go off around the 
entrance. As the arena lights begin to flash different colors, from
blue to green to red to yellow to purple to white, the light from the
fireworks fades, revealing "Mr. Showtime" Mark Haley standing on the
stage with his head down, arms extended down and out to his sides.) 

HP:  "Mark Haley? HERE? He's returning to the ring?"

RM:  "It sure looks like it, Hollywood, and what's more, it looks like
he's going to do it tonight! The most popular wrestler ever to come out
of the WWA has brought his star to the DCWL now!  What a shocking
surprise!"

(Haley whips his hair back and raises his arms slowly, basking in the
cheers of the thousands of his fans. Then he suddenly drops his arms,
sending more fireworks into the air before he storms to one side of the
stage, pumping his fists and yelling to his fans energetically. He then
heads to the other side, playing to the crowd there as well before he
strides back to the center of the stage and starts down the ramp.)

# To this world I'm unimportant #
# Just because I have nothing to give #
# So you call this your free country #
# Tell me why it cost so much to live #
# Tell me why #
# This world can turn me down #
# But I won't turn away, yeah, oh no #
# I won't turn around #

PA:  "And the mystery replacement competitor ... hailing from Los
Angeles, California ... standing 6-foot-6, and weighing 252 pounds ...
here is 'MR. SHOWTIME' MARK HALEEEEEEEEEY!!!"

(Mark Haley is athletic and muscular; he was already in good shape 
during his action movie days, but he's trained even harder since going
into wrestling. He has a long, blond mane of hair that cascades down to
his shoulders, and deep, penetrating brown eyes. Mark is rather 
attractive--most famous actors are these days, especially the action
movie stars--handsome enough to draw females into the wrestling
audience that might not be there otherwise. He is clean-shaven, with no
scars, tattoos, or body piercings. He wears dark blue wrestling pants,
matching wristbands, and black fingerless gloves, elbow pads, and
boots, as well as his trademark thin black sunglasses.)

# All my work and endless measures #
# Never seem to get me very far #
# Walk a mile just to move an inch now #
# Even though I'm trying so damn hard #
# I'm trying so hard #

(As the music continues, Showtime cockily strides down to the ring, 
stopping often to high-five fans and play to the crowd the whole way
down the ramp.)

# This world can turn me down #
# But I won't turn away #
# And I won't duck and run #
# Cause I'm not built that way #
# When everything is gone #
# There's nothing there to fear #
# This world cannot bring me down #
# No, cause I am already here, oh no! #
# I'm already here, down on my knees #
# I'm already here, oh no, I'm already here #
# I must have told you a thousand times #
# I'm not running away #

(He slides under the ropes and walks around the perimeter of the ring, 
looking out to the crowd with arms high as he soaks in their cheering. 
Mark quickly climbs up on the nearest turnbuckle, pumping his right arm

as he looks over the roaring crowd, then jumps down and swiftly strides

to the opposite turnbuckle to do it again. Then he walks to one of the 
ropes, removes his sunglasses, and tosses them over the ropes into the 
audience, where several people scramble to try and catch it before one 
lucky person ends up with the treasured shades. The lights come back up

and Showtime turns around, only to be leveled by a spinning leg lariat
from Ash Bombay!)


**DING DING DING**

Haley falls to the canvas from the attack,
as Ash Bombay stomps on the popular newcomer,
giving the fans a chance to jeer Bombay's actions.
Cameron Williams charges out from his corner,
and levels Bombay with a running clothesline,
knocking him across the ring from its force!
Meanwhile, The Outlaw has slid out of the ring,
and is already moving towards one of the ladders on the floor,
folding it up and preparing to slide it into the ring!

RM:  "The Outlaw wants to be the first man to the upper ring to
challenge Jack Ketch!  It's a brave move, without a doubt!"

HP:  "BAH!  It's a freaking stupid move!  Let someone else do the dirty
work first, you bonehead!"

Suddenly, the crowd explodes into wild cheers,
as the camera angle suddenly switches to the upper ring,
where Rex Creed is seen descending from the rafters,
shimmying down one of the steel chains suspending the smaller ring!
Ketch is unaware of Creed's sneaking arrival,
as the Champion glares down at the action below.
Creed reaches the top turnbuckle of the smaller ring,
preparing himself for an arial attack on Ketch,
before shouting at the Champion...

"OVER HERE, FUCKER!"

Ketch quickly spins around off-guard,
as Creed leaps with a suicide dive,
thrusting his whole body at the larger frame of Ketch,
taking both men down to the canvas of the upper ring,
causing all of its chains to rattle,
as all of the wrestlers in the upper ring look up,
concerned and curious about what is happening,
in the ring hovering directly over them!

RM:  "Rex Creed has arrived, and these fans couldn't be happier!"

HP:  "Isn't there some rule against starting the match in that freaking
upper ring, Manning?!"

RM:  "It's the Plunderweight Division, Hollywood!  There ARE no rules!"

In the lower ring, Mark Haley nips up to his feet,
spotting Ash Bombay looking up at the smaller ring,
and charges in with a jumping knee attack,
sending Bombay stumbling away towards the ropes,
which Showtime follows up with a running elbow smash,
sending Bombay through the ropes and to the floor.
Up above, Rex Creed is pummelling Ketch with a flurry of punches,
when Ketch raises his knees,
and thrusts Creed away from him,
which sends Creed rolling under the ropes,
but he quickly clutches onto the bottom rope,
to avoid falling from the upper ring!

HP:  "Ol' Panzerotti thinks there are gonna be some broken bones before
this one is over!  YES!"

Meanwhile, The Outlaw has slid one of the ladders into the main ring,
and begins erecting it near the edge of the upper ring.
Securing its vertical position,
Outlaw begins climbing at a quick pace,
ascending to the upper ring, as the fans are cheering!
However, Cameron Williams immediately spots this,
and moves in, starting to shake the ladder to and fro,
causing The Outlaw to lose his footing,
and dangle from the middle of the ladder by his hands!

RM:  "There's already so much happening, it's hard to know what to
focus on!  Rex Creed almost fell fifteen feet from the upper ring, and
The Outlaw almost got up to that same ring, while Mark Haley knocked
Ash Bombay out of the ring, and is playing to the crowd!"

Rex Creed begins pulling himself up onto the apron of the small ring,
as Ketch quickly rises to his feet,
but Creed whips out a set of brass knuckles,
and pounds them into the face of the approaching Ketch!
Ketch staggers away, allowing Creed to slingshot himself back in,
and hit the Champion with another body dive,
sending Ketch off-balance and to the canvas again!

PA:  "25 MINUTES REMAIN IN THIS CONTEST!"

Cameron Williams has The Outlaw in a tricky spot,
with the ladder rocking and Outlaw dangling by his hands.
Williams runs into the ropes to knock the ladder over,
but is intercepted by a flying forearm from Mark Haley!
The Outlaw quickly regains his footing,
and continues climbing up the ladder.
With Williams down on the canvas,
Haley runs into the ropes to follow up,
but Ash Bombay pulls the top rope down,
and Haley goes soaring over the top from his momentum,
only to manage to land on his feet!

RM:  "Mark Haley has always had a great sense of awareness in and
around the ring, and he just showed us part of that!"

Haley swings at Bombay with a wild punch,
but Bombay ducks the attempt,
and counters with a knee to the gut!
Haley doubles over from the pain,
and Bombay quickly grabs a front face lock,
signalling for a DDT, and drops his weight down to execute the hold,
but Haley grabs hold of the guard rail,
causing Bombay to land harshly on the concrete floor.
Haley grabs the left leg of Bombay,
but Bombay quickly kicks up and out with his right leg,
nailing Haley in the face,
and knocking him backwards into the steel guard rail!

HP:  "Save all your damn reversals for a freaking Pyramid Pansy Match! 
This is a Plunderweight match, dammit!"

Cameron Williams has risen to his feet,
finding himself as the only one inside the main ring.
He looks up, to see The Outlaw reaching the top of the ladder,
and stepping onto the upper ring's apron!
Suddenly, Rex Creed nails him with a dropkick,
and Outlaw is forced soaring off of the apron,
falling down to the lower ring,
directly on top of Cameron Williams!
The Outlaw rolls away, holding his ribs,
while Williams is laid out in shock, trying to catch his breath.

RM:  "Our first major fall of the match!  And I think Cameron Williams
took the worst of it, playing the role of The Outlaw's landing pad!"

Rex Creed rises up from his dropkick,
to be met by the large open palm of Jack Ketch,
grasping him firmly by the throat!
Creed desperately kicks at the knee of Ketch,
who catches the thrusting leg of Creed,
sweeping it out, and hoisting him into a chokeslam position,
before slamming his body down into the canvas with great force!
As Creed grunts from the pain of the impact,
Ketch reaches into his black tights,
and emerges with a set of old, rusty handcuffs!

HP:  "What the hell is Ketch up to with those?!  I don't like the looks
of things for Rex Creed, which means blood and fun for Ol' Panzerotti!"

On the floor, Ash Bombay has picked up a steel chair,
and takes a mighty swing at Mark Haley,
but Haley rolls away from the guard rail,
and Bombay winds up smacking steel against steel,
squashing the fingers of a young fan in the process,
who yelps out in pain from the immense impact!
Bombay sneers at the sobbing fan,
allowing Haley to sneak in on Bombay,
scoop him up into a fireman's carry,
and execute a fallaway slam,
making Bombay release the chair as he is slammed into the concrete,
as a giggle can be heard from the injured fan.

PA:  "20 MINUTES REMAIN IN THIS CONTEST!"

Jack Ketch locks one end of the handcuffs onto Creed's left arm,
and then quickly locks the other end onto the bottom rope!
Creed starts to rise up to his feet just then,
but can only get to his knees,
as he realizes how his arm is locked to the bottom rope!
Creed looks up quizzically,
just in time to see Ketch's foot slamming into his face with a stomp!
A second stomp from the mighty feet of Ketch,
and Creed is sent rolling under the bottom rope!
Desperately scrambling to remain on the apron,
Creed clings to the rope he is unwillingly connected to,
but a third stomp from Ketch stuns Creed,
and his hand releases the bottom rope,
as he falls off of the apron,
only to have his fall stopped by the handcuffs,
as the rusty steel grates against his skin,
causing a few cuts to begin bleeding from the scraping weight!

HP:  "Rex Creed should never have started this damn match by going
after Ketch ... now's he paying through the damn nose for it!"

Inside the main ring, The Outlaw struggles to his feet,
while Cameron Williams begins crawling towards the ropes.
Outlaw staggers over to meet his foe,
grabbing two handfuls of Williams' hair,
and then slamming his face into the ladder standing in the ring!
Cameron starts to fall, but Outlaw is still gripping his hair,
and delivers another face-slam into the steel ladder!
Outlaw releases Williams, who then collapses to the canvas.
Moving to the other side of the ladder,
The Outlaw gives it a kick to knock it over,
as the tall steel crashes down onto the body of Williams!

RM:  "YOWCH!  Cameron Williams has taken the absolute worst of this
match so far!"

HP:  "And it was his ass that looked all freaked out before the match
began, too.  Look where all that praying got him!  HA!"

On the floor, Mark Haley has retrieved a second ladder,
folding it up, and sliding it into the ring,
as Bombay is wincing in pain, slowly rising up from the floor.
Haley re-enters the ring, and begins setting up his ladder,
as Bombay watches from the floor, sneering with anger.
A smile suddenly creeps upon his face,
as Bombay reaches underneath the ring apron,
and begins pulling out a wooden fold-out table!
Bombay slides the table into the ring,
as Haley secures his ladder in a vertical position,
and then begins climbing towards the upper ring!

HP:  "Tables, and Ladders, and Chairs, oh my!  HA HAAA!  I LOVE IT!"

In the upper ring, Jack Ketch looks around,
and spots Creed's brass knuckles laying a few steps away.
Ketch quickly bends to scoop up the weapon,
as Rex Creed has swung one foot back onto the apron,
alleviating the pain from his cuffed wrist.
As he begins trying to pull the rest of his body up,
Ketch drops to his knees in front of the struggling Creed,
and delivers three rapid knuckle punches with the brass weapon,
immediately opening a gash on the forehead of Creed,
as the impact of the strikes force him off of the apron again,
and the jerking of the cuffs cause further bleeding from the wrist,
as his eyes begin stinging from the saltiness of his own crimson!

RM:  "Rex Creed may be a self-professed hardcore master, but if he
can't get out of this predicament, he'll be missing a hand by the end
of the night!"

Cameron Williams is still trapped under the first ladder,
but he is trying to crawl away from beneath its weight,
just as The Outlaw leaps from the second turnbuckle,
smashing onto the ladder with a double stomp,
forcing the steel to jam into Cameron's lower back,
as the air is heard leaving his lungs,
and Williams begins coughing violently from the impact.
The Outlaw turns around, and sees Mark Haley,
climbing up to the upper ring on the second ladder.
He shakes his head, muttering "I don't think so!"
And then begins to approach the second ladder at a medium pace.

PA:  "15 MINUTES REMAIN IN THIS CONTEST!"

Ash Bombay slides the wooden table into the ring,
and then enters the ring himself by stepping through the ropes.
As he begins unfolding the legs of the table to set it up,
he glances over his shoulder, to see The Outlaw,
approaching the second ladder, and grabbing it firmly,
then pushing it away from himself, as Haley looks down in shock,
to see his ladder being tipped over by an opponent below him!
Haley desperately leaps off of the falling ladder,
and uses both hands to grab hold of one of the chains,
which is being used to secure the upper ring,
causing it to rumble from the disturbance.
Jack Ketch peers over the ropes through his mask,
to see Haley hanging from the chain for dear life,
before he begins inching his hands over one another,
slowly climbing up the chain towards the upper ring!

HP:  "Dammit, he's a feisty one, this Haley is ... all those movie
stunts must have paid off for his ass!"

Ash Bombay immediately lights up with an idea,
as he leaps out of the ring, darting towards a third ladder,
and sliding it into the ring, as he shouts directions towards Outlaw!
The Outlaw nods at Bombay, and begins picking up the second ladder,
as Bombay re-enters the ring, and starts lifting his own ladder.
As Haley continues to inch his way up to the smaller ring,
the two ladders are raised on either side of Haley,
and then suddenly thrust towards one another,
crushing Haley's body between the steel sandwich,
as he shouts out in pain, releasing hold of the chain,
and falling down to the canvas!

RM:  "UNBELIEVABLE!  Mark Haley's body was just demolished by those two
ladders!  He's got to be in some serious pain right now."

Bombay begins a loud cackling laugh as he looks down at Haley,
kicking the dazed newcomer a few times for good measure.
However, Bombay is not watching as The Outlaw repositions his ladder,
holding it horizontally, and then using it as a battering ram,
slamming the apex of the steel ladder into Bombay's gut!
As Bombay doubles over from the shocking pain,
Outlaw follows up with a steel ladder uppercut,
smashing it into the chin and mouth of Bombay,
and a gush of blood splatters upon the white canvas,
as Bombay crumbles to the canvas in a motionless heap!

HP:  "YES!  I'm starting to like this Outlaw dude!  Nice moves with the
damn ladder!"

RM:  "The Outlaw is the only one left standing in the main ring!  He's
got a clear path to the upper ring now!"

In the upper ring, Rex Creed is regaining his senses,
as blood continues to pour from his forehead and cuffed wrist.
Ketch is stalking around the smaller ring,
surveying the mangled wrestlers laid out on the canvas.
Meanwhile, The Outlaw is setting up the second ladder,
securing its vertical base, and then starting to climb upwards.
On the other side of the smaller ring,
Rex Creed raises up his right leg to his free hand,
which goes digging into his boot,
and emerges with a small bag of white powder.

HP:  "Dammit, Creed!  This sure ain't the time to be looking for a
freaking high!  But hey, maybe it's a hell of a pain killer!"

The Outlaw is about half way up the ladder now,
as Mark Haley begins moving on the canvas,
and slowly crawling towards the ropes to help himself up.
Cameron Williams is also beginning to move,
again trying to crawl out from under the first ladder,
and as he does so, long red welts are found on his back,
from where the ladder crashed into his body several times.
Jack Ketch begins adjusting the brass knuckles on his right hand,
as The Outlaw reaches the top of the ladder,
and begins trying to step onto the apron of the upper ring!

PA:  "10 MINUTES REMAIN IN THIS CONTEST!"

Cameron Williams sees what is going on around him,
and struggles through his back pains, to lift up the first ladder,
and slowly starts setting it up vertically.
On the other side of the ring, Mark Haley begins to do the same,
vertically placing the third ladder and securing it,
before slowly starting to ascend towards the upper ring,
almost simultaneously with Cameron Williams.

RM:  "We've got a ladder race going on!  Whoever gets up there first
may have a distinct advantage!"

The Outlaw steps onto the apron,
and the fans are loudly cheering, as Jack Ketch approaches,
with his fist raised and enhanced with brass knuckles.
Outlaw quickly ducks under the second rope,
and catches the moving Ketch with a shoulder to the gut!
A second shoulder ram to the gut sends Ketch backwards,
just as Rex Creed has brought himself back onto the apron.
Ketch turns to see his hated rival back up and moves in,
but Creed throws the package of white powder into his face,
covering the lenses of his mask, and disabling his vision!

HP:  "That damn mask saved Ketch from any pain, but his ass still can't
see a damn thing!"

Cameron Williams and Mark Haley are half way up their ladders,
as Ash Bombay slowly begins rising up to his feet,
wiping away the blood from his mouth, and looking around.
Bombay sees the other wrestlers all above him now,
and he staggers towards the ropes before exiting the ring,
snatching up a steel chair, rolling back into the ring,
and holding it in one hand, as he moves towards the second ladder,
to slowly begin a climb towards the upper ring!

RM:  "All of the action is moving towards the smaller ring now!  It's
going to be crowded in there shortly!"

The Outlaw is now inside the upper ring,
and takes advantage of the powdered Jack Ketch,
nailing him with a running lariat,
and knocking him down to the canvas!
Outlaw drops an elbow upon the back of Ketch,
and while he is temporarily stunned,
Rex Creed desperately begins fishing through the tights of Ketch,
and manages to find the key to the handcuffs!
Just then, Mark Haley climbs into the upper ring,
as Cameron Williams is stepping onto the ring apron,
and The Outlaw stands ready to greet them!

HP:  "You can just see it coming, Manning ... one of these idiots is in
for a big ass fall before the final bell rings.  YES!"

Jack Ketch wipes clean the lenses of his mask,
and quickly begins rising up to his feet.
The Outlaw spins around, 
but is met with an open-palm thrust to the throat by Ketch!
Outlaw begins coughing, and Ketch swats him aside with a backhand.
Ketch has no time to evaluate the situation,
as Mark Haley kicks Ketch in the gut,
and hooks the head for a DDT,
but Ketch easily overpowers Haley into a backdrop.

PA:  "5 MINUTES REMAIN IN THIS CONTEST!"

From the opposite side of the ring, 
Cameron Williams charges in with a clothesline,
sending Ketch staggering back two steps.
Williams moves in to follow up,
but Ketch counters by thrusting his head forward,
slamming it into the nose of Williams with unrelenting stiffness,
and blood quickly drips out from his nostrils,
as Williams drops to his knees in a dazed pain.

*! TWHACK !*

Ash Bombay is now in the smaller ring,
and cracks his steel chair into the back of Ketch!
Ketch spins around suddenly, showing no sign of pain,
but Bombay simply swings the chair again ...

*! TWHACK !*

... smashing the chair into the face of Ketch,
who staggers backwards a few steps,
but quickly regains his vertical base!

RM:  "Ash Bombay is taking it to Jack Ketch with a steel chair!  But
the monster isn't going down!"

Ketch moves in again on Bombay,
but another chairshot to the face ...

*! TWHACK !*

... sends Ketch staggering back towards the ropes,
finally beginning to show signs of damage!
Suddenly, a freed Rex Creed shoots in towards Ketch,
delivering a superkick to the face,
sending the big man over the top rope of the small ring,
but he manages to land on the apron!
The Outlaw quickly moves in with a punch to the head,
and Ketch has to grasp the top rope to avoid falling!

HP:  "These idiots are finally starting to use their small brains!  The
only way to get Jack Ketch out of this damn match is to work together!"

Mark Haley is back up now,
and delivers a punch of his own to Ketch,
continuing to weaken the massive Champion!
Cameron Williams charges in with a double ax-handle,
but Ketch desperately reaches out with both hands,
and catches Williams in a double-fisted chokehold!
Haley and Outlaw begin kicking at the legs of Ketch,
who is quickly running out of footing space on the apron!
Suddenly, Ketch throws Williams into the air,
and catches Cameron on his back in a fireman's carry,
before charging towards the corner,
running up the turnbuckles, and leaping backwards,
falling with Williams on his back in position for The Widowmaker!

RM:  "OH NO!  Ketch just sacrificed himself to make sure he took
someone out with him!"

Ketch soars from the top rope of the upper ring,
over and past the main ring below,
and bulldozes Cameron Williams' body into the fourth ladder,
still standing on the arena floor!

*! CARRRR-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH !*

The ladder collapses from the impact,
as Ketch and Williams continue to fall!

*! CRRRAAAAAAAACK !*

Above the sound of flesh crashing into the steel ladder and concrete,
is the unmistakable sound of breaking bones,
as Cameron Williams' body cushions Ketch's own landing!
The hands of Williams immediately go completely limp,
as the other four wrestlers look on from the upper ring in horror.

HP:  "Wow ... that doesn't look like your average injury, Manning."

RM:  "Jack Ketch is a heartless human being.  He seems content in
destroying an opponent, rather than successfully defending the title!"

Amazingly, Jack Ketch slowly begins rising from the wreckage,
using the guard rail to lift himself to his feet.
Ketch looks up to the smaller ring with a cold masked glare,
before calmly walking towards the entrance ramp,
heading towards the backstage area.
A medical team quickly rushes past Ketch,
and immediately begins tending to the motionless body of Williams.
The four wrestlers above still have not continued the match,
as the arena hushes to a whisper,
until four words are heard shouted from the medical team below...

"WE HAVE A PULSE!"

The crowd roars their encouragement for Cameron Williams,
as the team gingerly moves him onto a stretcher,
and they begin wheeling Williams away from ringside.


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!  THE 30 MINUTE TIME LIMIT HAS EXPIRED!"

The attention of the four wrestlers in the ring changes,
as they begin looking at one another,
arguing over who the winner should be.

RM:  "We've got four wrestlers in that upper ring still, and one of
them is not the reigning Plunderweight Champion, Jack Ketch!"

The crowd's excitement is shown in a mix of cheers of boos,
as the officials nod in agreement about a decision,
and then approach the anonymous ring announcer,
who turns to address the crowd and competitors.

PA:  "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ... the referees have declared that a winner
MUST be declared in this match ... therefore, we are heading to SUDDEN
DEATH OVERTIME!  Battle Royal rules are now in effect, and the last man
remaining in the upper ring will be declared the NEEEEW DCWL
PLUNDERWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!"

The fans wildly cheer their excitement,
as one of the two deciding officials calls for the bell!

**DING DING DING**

The crowd is roaring with cheers,
as Ash Bombay rears up with the steel chair,
wildly swinging it at the head of Mark Haley!
Haley ducks the chair shot,
and then lunges forward with a spear,
nailing Bombay in the midsection!

RM:  "Mark Haley looks to be in the zone!"

HP:  "Yeah, I bet Cameron Williams thought he was in the zone too."

The Outlaw and Rex Creed begin brawling,
but Outlaw has the size and strength advantage,
backing Creed into a corner with his powerful strikes.
Suddenly, Creed reaches out and rakes the eyes of Outlaw,
making the bigger man back off, holding his eyes.
Creed runs into the ropes,
and nails Outlaw with a low dropkick to the knee!
Outlaw grunts in pain as his right leg gives out.

HP:  "These bigger idiots are useless without their wheels!"

Haley yanks Bombay back up to his feet,
and hurls him towards the ropes,
but Bombay drops to his knees to avoid going over the top,
and then strikes out with a forearm uppercut,
nailing Haley with a low blow!
Bombay follows up with a knee left,
sending Haley back against the ropes.
Bombay grabs hold of one of Haley's legs,
and attempts to lift him up and over the upper ring!

RM:  "The psychology of this match has changed in a major way now that
we're into overtime!"

Creed kicks Outlaw down to the mat,
and quickly jumps up to the second turnbuckle.
He leaps with a flying legdrop,
but Outlaw rolls away, and Creed crashes down onto the mat!
The Outlaw is quick to follow up,
scooping up Creed from the canvas, and whipping him into the ropes.
Outlaw catches him over his shoulders on the rebound,
and crunches his head and neck into a Death Valley Driver!

RM:  "The Outlaw Drop!  Rex Creed has got to be out now!"

Outlaw yanks a groggy Creed up from the mat,
and hurls him over the top rope,
but Creed manages to land on the apron!
Outlaw is prepared for this, and charges in with a stiff kick,
sending Creed rolling off of the apron!
Outlaw throws his arms into the air in celebration,
but as the camera pans out,
we see Creed hanging onto the ring arpon's drape,
with his feet danging high above the main ring.

HP:  "Dammit!  Rex Creed just won't go away!"

The Outlaw moves in to join Bombay,
grabbing Haley's other leg, and lifting him over the ropes,
easily dumping him over and onto the apron.
Haley begins wildly defending himself,
throwing punches at both Outlaw and Bombay,
as the two foes are stunned by Haley's aggressiveness,
while still on the brink of elimination.

RM:  "Mark Haley is nearly gone from this match, but he's not going
without a fight!"

On the other side of the ring,
Rex Creed is desperately clawing his way back into the upper ring.
Once on the apron, he looks down,
noticing the second ladder still standing vertically below.
Creed carefully braces himself with the bottom rope,
and begins pulling the ladder up and into the smaller ring!

HP:  "What the hell has Creed got his sick mind tricked into now?!  I
think Ol' Panzerotti is gonna LOVE it!  HA!"

Suddenly, Mark Haley drops down to the apron,
as Outlaw and Bombay look at one another in confusion.
They hear the sound of running feet behind them,
and turn just in time to see Creed charging towards them,
with the ladder being held over his shoulders!

*! THWACK THWACK !*

The ladder smashes into the heads of both opponents,
with the impact sending them both over the top rope,
as Creed tosses the ladder down to the mat with a smile on his face!
Bombay lands on the apron and bounces off of it,
but grasps onto Mark Haley's tights,
who is now gripping the bottom rope even tighter to fight gravity!
The Outlaw also lands on the apron,
but quickly manages to rise to his feet on it.

RM:  "Ash Bombay's relying on Mark Haley to save him in this ma..."

HP:  "HEADS UP, IDIOTS!!!"

Rex Creed darts into the opposite ropes,
and comes back with a baseball slide into the ladder,
sending it under the bottom rope with force,
and knocking all three men off of the apron in one blow!

*! CRAAAASH !*

The three men all crash down together,
into the table that Bombay had earlier set up!


**DING DING DING**


PA:  "Here is your winner ... and NEEEEEEW DCWL PLUNDERWEIGHT CHAMPION
... REX CREEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!"

(The crowd erupts with cheers at the sight of the carnage of this 
match.  Creed falls back to the mat of the upper ring, exhausted and
taking a breather. He then slowly gets back up and throws his arms in
the air as huge explosions go off throughout the arena!  Pantera's
"Cowboys From Hell" blasts from the arena speakers once again, as the
fans wildly cheer Creed in his moment of glory!

RM:  "I think it's safe to say that this match, without question, was
the most incredible Plunderweight match ever to occur in the history of
the sport!"

(Creed looks down at his three fallen opponents, still laid out on
crushed table below, and a smirk appears on his face.  The upper ring
begins lowering back down towards the main ring, as Creed climbs up to
the turnbuckles of the upper ring, and throws his arms out again as the
crowd gives him another huge pop!)

HP:  "Who the hell would ever imagine that Rex Creed would come out on
top in a match the began with freaking Jack Ketch as the Plunderweight
Champion?!"

(The referee rolls into the ring, and hands Creed the title as he 
crumbles to his knees, and holds it accross his chest. Creed then
slowly rolls under the bottom rope and into the main ring, before
stumbling out to the floor, and climbs over the guard rail and embraces
with some fans as the crowd wildly cheers their new Champion!)

RM:  "The new Plunderweight Champion is bringing the gold out to his
fans, and they're loving it!"

(Creed stands there holding his coveted title amoungst the screaming 
fans with a huge smile on his face, and tears in his eyes from the 
overwhelming excitement of this moment.)

HP:  "Well, that's the kicker ... freaking crying like a damn baby, for
a title that he once said didn't mean a damn thing to him!"

RM:  "It's a rare display of emotion for Rex Creed, who fought the most
intense match of his career for over 40 minutes!"

HP:  "We should end the show right here, Manning!  It seems like a damn
fairy tale ending, and it makes me sick to say that about the damn
Plunderweight Division!"

RM:  "We've still got the Main Event ahead of us, but Tawny Blake and
Guido the Great will have to go the extra mile to even come close to
this level of drama!"

(Cut to the backstage area, where Steve Francis stands with Hollywood
superstar and wrestler extraordinaire "Mr. Showtime" Mark Haley, who
has just returned from the Plunderweight Pyramid Match, sweating
profusely, with welts and bruises seen on his body.  Haley's arms are
crossed over his chest, and he's still wearing his trademark smirk.)

FRANCIS: "I'm backstage right now with 'Mr. Showtime' Mark Haley, the
newest addition to the DCWL roster.  Showtime, you made your presence
felt in the DCWL in a big way tonight, with a very good showing in the
Ironman Plunderweight Pyramid Match. You seemed to show very few
lingering effects of the arm injury that's kept you out of the ring
over the last several months."

MH:  *taking in a few deep breaths*  "Well, thank you, Steve.
Obviously, it's not up to a hundred percent yet, or I wouldn't have
lost. But it's great to be back. No doubt about that."

FRANCIS: "And there's no doubt the DCWL is thrilled to have you here.
Why did you decide to make your return to the squared circle here?"

(Mark pauses, and touches his chin.)

MH: "You know, I could list off a lot of different reasons. How I was
offered the spot in the match tonight... how impressive the DCWL's rise
has been... how many digits were in the contract I signed."

(He winks at that last.)

MH:  *his breathing beginning to settle*  "But if you wanna know the
real reason... I've got some scores to settle. And there's some
business I started a while back that I need to put behind me.  I'm sure
Bedrock's thrilled to see me here, for one.  Of course, he's either
going to ignore me or write me off... and he's making a mistake either
way.  But first..."

(Slowly, Mark's lips slant into a sly grin, and he runs a hand through
his Edge-like mane.)

MH: "First there's someone else I'd like to say hello to. Hey, Cappy.
Remember me?  Remember that last match we had? The one where your face
got burned off? Well, I'm back, buddy. And I'm taking your maladjusted
ass out of the ring for good."

(Mark leans in, his large form looming over the shot as he glares at
the camera.)

MH: "Cap, you've got an appointment with the Marquee Man.  The Master
of the Mat.  The Silver Screen Superstar.  And this time, I'm not gonna
go easy on you."

(He retrieves his trademark sunglasses from a stage hand, and narrows
his dark brown eyes.)

MH: "This time, I'm going to personally make sure that you get what you
deserve."

(Mark's already low deep voice bottoms out in a dangerous-sounding
growl.)

MH: "This time, I'm gonna make sure you learn that when you step into
MY ring, as far as you're concerned..."

(His lips curl into a sneer.)

MH: "...Show's over."

(He plunks his sunglasses back on his nose and storms off, leaving
Francis alone in the shot.)

FRANCIS:  "Back to you, Rich and Hollywood!"

(Cut back to the broadcast table.)

RM:  "Thanks for that exclusive, Steve!"

HP:  "And thanks for not trying to rape Haley back there, you sick
bastard!"

RM:  "It's time for our main event!"


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "The following contest is our MAIN EVENT of the evening, and is a
TOWEL MATCH ... the winner will be decided when the opponent's corner
person throws in the towel for their wrestler!  Introducing first, the
challenger ...

("I will be Heard" by Hatebreed begins to play as a white light shines 
down the entrance ramp and into the ring.)                         

PA:  "... hailing from Rome, Italy ... but residing in Manhattan, New 
York ... weighing in at 245 pounds ... here is GUIDO THE GREEEEEAT!!!"
 
#Now is the time for me to rise to my feet#  
#Wipe the spit from my face# 
#Wipe these tears from my eyes#                   
#Now is the time for me to rise to my feet# 
#Wipe the spit from my face# 
#Wipe these tears from my eyes#                     

(Guido the Great walks out from behind the curtain to a chorus of 
verbal abuse from the crowd. He points to his tattoo on his chest 
_RESPECT_ and keeps on walking.)                      
 
#I've got to take my life back# 
#One chance to make it right#  
#I've gotta have my voice be heard# 
#And bring meaning to this life# 
#Cause I've trusted for nothing# 
#I've been led astray# 
#I've been tried and tested# 
#But I won't accept defeat# 
#Now I've done things I regret# 
#And its time to reverse the rolls# 
#I just want to make good on all the promises that I have made# 
#I will be# 
#I will be heard# 
#I will be heard# 

(The music gradually fades out as Guido rolls into the ring, and makes 
his way to the nearest turnbuckle, folding into the corner.) 


PA:  "And his opponent ... hailing from Manhattan, New York ... and
weighing in at 132 pounds ... here is the reigning DCWL Grand Champion
... 'FIRST LADY' TAWNY BLAAAAAAAAKE!!!"

# After all you put me through, you think I despise you. # 
# But in the end, I want to thank you #
# cause you made me that much stronger! # 

[Silver fireworks soar through the air as Christina Aguilera's
"Fighter" continues to blare over the speakers.] 

# When I, thought I knew you # 
# Thinking, that you were true # 
# I guess I, I couldn't trust # 
# Called your bluff, time is up # 
# 'Cause I've had enough # 
# You were, there by my side # 
# Always, down for the ride # 
# But your, joy ride just came down in flames # 
# 'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm # 

[The fans pop as the curtains part, revealing the athletic, lithe form
of Tawny Blake. The young blonde wears a white, tank top, "First Lady"
written across it in silver cursive, and silver tights. She completes
the look with silver, platform boots, her long, blonde hair falling
straight down her back. Draped over her arm is the DCWL Grand
Championship. A smile moves across her face as she stands atop the
entrance ramp for a moment, waving out to the crowd.] 

# After all of the stealing and cheating # 
# You probably think that I hold resentment for you # 
# But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong # 
# 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do # 
# I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through # 
# So I wanna say thank you # 

[Suddenly, her gaze turns towards the ring and the champion's face
turns serious and determined. She descends the ramp and walks down the
aisle, slapping hands with the cheering fans.] 

# 'Cause it makes me that much stronger # 
# Makes me work a little bit harder # 
# It makes me that much wiser # 
# So thanks for making me a fighter # 
# Made me learn a little bit faster # 
# Made my skin a little bit thicker # 
# Makes me that much smarter # 
# So thanks for making me a fighter # 

[The blonde beauty gracefully enters the ring and mounts the second
turnbuckle, lifting her championship belt in the air to more cheers.
She then hops down and hands the belt to the referee. Tawny performs a
few warm-up stretches, her eyes never leaving Guido.] 

RM: "Here we go... and already joining us at ringside are the towel
holders, Skye Ashner and Mistress Dandelion"

HP: "How come Skye is closer to us? I'd rather be looking at that
sweet, sweet booty of Mistress Dandelion!"


**DING DING DING**

Both Tawny and Guido stand in the middle of the ring
as the referee holds the Grand Championship high for everyone to see.
The referee takes a step back into the nuetral corner,
as Guido and Tawny circle each other, 
looking for a chance to strike.
Guido lunges forward, but Tawny throws up a high kick, 
sending Guido the Great jumping backwards.
Suddenly, Tawny lashes out at Guido with a running tackle!
But Guido is quite a mat technician, and rolls over, 
locking Tawny in a crossface chickenwing!
Tawny gasps for air, and quickly grabs the ropes.
The referee orders the break, and Guido obliges quickly,
And hops to his feet.
Tawny puts her hand up to her throat, and coughs, gasping for air.
As Guido comes running in with a dropkick!
But Tawny ducks, and Guido's legs drop on the top rope,
Slinging Guido around and crashing down on his own head.

HP:  "What a slow damn pace!  We should have put these two in the upper
ring from the Pyramid Match, dammit!"

RM:  "It's just a different style, Hollywood!  You'll adjust."

HP:  "But dammit, I don't want to!"

Guido holds the back of his head, 
as Mistress Dandelion rushes over,
and begins to check on him from the apron.
Tawny rushes over and drops an elbow onto Guido's head,
and locks on a headlock, grinding her forearm into Guido's temple.
Guido yelps, and starting pushing himself to a vertical base.
Tawny tries to hold him down, but the stronger Guido pushes up,
Tawny grinds his head some more, but suddenly...
Guido lifts her in the air, and drops her with a belly-to-back!
Both wrestlers grip thier heads, and roll a bit,
Causing Ashner and Dandelion to rush to the apron,
And begin to root for thier respective competitors to get up.
The crowd starts to get behind Tawny Blake, but Guido is up first!
As Tawny gets up to one knee, 
she is met with a dropkick to the chest from Guido!
Tawny flies backward, into the the middle turnbuckle

RM:  "You have to wonder if Tawny Blake is affected by the earlier
intimidation tactics of The Capitol."

As Tawny rights hereself in the corner, in comes GUido the Great...
WITH A JUMPING DROPKICK TO THE FACE!
Tawny's neck snaps back, and she falls limp to the mat.
Guido takes a few steps back, and scowls at Skye Ashner,
Skye looks down at the towel and up into the ring, 
shaking his head "NO!"
Guido spits at Ashner, and picks Tawny up by her hair,
And begins to yell at Ashner
"THROW IT IN, IF YOU DON'T WANT THIS PRETTY FACE TO--"
Guido is stopped mid-sentance by a kick to the Milano Family Jewels!
He slumps over, holding his groin area,
and Tawny quickly pulls him into position,
planting him head first to the mat with a piledriver!
Guido's head bounces from the mat,
and instinctively Tawny goes for a cover.
But quickly she jumps up, awaiting Guido to rise.

HP:  "No pinfalls in this one, ya dumb chick!"

RM:  "Could we try just a bit of positivity, Hollywood?!"

HP:  "I will positively shove my foot in your ass if you don't shut the
hell up!"

Guido gets back to his feet, and Tawny rushes in,
But Guido leap frogs her, 
and she bounces agains the ropes, returning.
Tawny goes right over Guido, as he drops to the mat
But he pops back up as she makes another pass,
And he attemps a hip toss, which Tawny blocks,
And then attempts her own, but Guido blocks!
Guido knees her in the midsection quickly, 
and then drops her with a rocker dropper!
Tawny's face smashes to the ground under Guido's leg,
Causing a bit of blood to comes from her nose.
Guido quickly picks her up, and body slams her back down.
Tawny lay holding her back, as Guido grabs her leg,
And locks in a half-boston crab!

HP:  "Damn submission moves ... what's the point?"

Tawny screams out "NO! and attempts to inch to the ropes.
She begins to pull away from Guido, 
and reaches her hands out for the ropes,
But Guido walks her back to the center of the ring,
And pulls back harder, placing his knee in the back of her head,
He starts wrenching back on Tawny's lower back,
Causing her to yelp out in pain, 
when suddenly Skye Ashner jumps up on the apron,
towel in hand, Ashner starts yelling at Guido,
And he starts to provoke the Italian, 
causing Guido to release the hold,
and lunge at Ashner!
Ashner quickly drops off the apron, 
and screams in pain, looking at his casted arm.
Guido smirks, and goes to exit the ring after Ashner,
But Mistress Dandelion runs quickly over to stop Guido,
Pointing behind him to Tawny Blake!
Guido turns and is hit with a running superkick right to the jaw.
Causing Guido the Great to flip up and over the top rope,
Landing on his feet on the outside.

RM:  "I think Mistress Dandelion's loyalties may be divided here!  She
almost looked to be protecting Skye Ashner there!"

Ashner begins to back away from Guido, 
and Tawny quickly slides out of the ring, 
and places herself between Guido and Skye,
When suddenly, Mistress Dandelion comes running at her, 
from behind Guido!
But Tawny simply clotheslines her to the outer mat,
and begins to taunt her, as Guido runs at Tawny as well,
as Tawny uses a drop toe hold, 
to cause Guido to smack face first into the ring steps!
Guido holds his forehead, which spurts out a bit of blood,
causing him to look down at his fingers, 
and see the effects of the ring steps.
He stands up angrily, 
but turns to see Tawny Blake running toward him.
She jumps up off the ring steps, and hits a hurricanrana on Guido!
Skye cheers her on, as Tawny rolls in the ring, 
and scowls at the Mistress, 
once again trying to get her to throw in the towel.

HP:  "I bet she'd throw in that towel in exchange for a damn date with
Skye Ashner's pathetic ass!"

Mistress Dandelion shakes the cobwebs, 
and starts to yell at Tawny.
Tawny continues to yell back, 
as Guido rolls himself into the ring.
Tawny and Guido turn to face each other,
and Guido wipes some sweat from his eyes
as the two rush each other and lock-up!
Guido shoves Tawny to the mat, quickly,
and she pops right back up, and locks up with him again!
The crowd starts to stand on their feet and cheer,
and holler and scream, and stomp thier feet!
As the two back away, a perfect stalemate!
Guido stomps his foot angrily, 
which gives Tawny the time to kick him in the gut,
And hooks his head in a DDT position, leaping in the air,
and spinning to exectute a the BLAKE BOMB!

RM:  "That's it!  The Blake Bomb!  If this were a regular match, it
would be all over!"

HP:  "But it's not a regular match, so zip your lips, you lizard
licker!"

Tawny stands up and signals that "it's over!"
She immediatly yells out,
telling Mistress Danelion to throw the towel in.
The Mistress covers her ears as if she can't hear Tawny,
Causing Tawny to stand, hands on her hips, 
with an angered look on her face.
Mistress Dandelion acts as if she's going to throw in the towel,
But she sits down on it on the outside floor, and folds her arms.
Tawny kicks the ropes, and turns around, and grabs Guido's leg,
And locks on a Figure Four leg lock!
Guido screams, and his back arches off the mat,
Mistress Dandelion spins around to see Guido writhing in pain.
She contemplates the towel, but Guido yells out.
"NO! DON'T THROW IT IN! NEVER THROW IT IN!"

HP:  "I tell ya, the Mistress looks pretty damn weak out there ... she
might just throw in that damn towel!"

Guido begins to fade, however, and his back lay flat on the mat.
Tawny applies more pressure, 
causing him to literally sit up, screaming.
Guido starts attempt to roll Tawny over and reverse the hold.
But it is locked in place, and Guido slumps back to the mat.
He sits right back up, and tries again, however.
And this time he catches Tawny by surprise, 
and starts to roll the hold over...

...AND HE DOES! 
Guido reverses the pressure onto Tawny's legs,
Causing her to shake her head, 
letting Skye know she's not submitting.
She releases the hold, and Guido quickly grabs her leg,
And locks in an STF!
But Tawny's too close to the ropes for that to work,
As she wraps her arms around the ropes, causing the break.

RM:  "The match is really starting to heat up now!"

Tawny and Guido both get to a vertical base,
Both of them seem to limp a bit after the last exchange,
Tawny rushes in on Guido with a takedown.
When suddenly Mistress Dandelion picks up a steel chair!
She goes to enter the ring, but Ashner takes the chair away!
While in the ring, Guido rolls Tawny over, 
and monkey flips her to the mat.
Tawny quickly runs at Guido... 
and gets hit in the face with a dropkick!
Ashner begins to talk to Dandelion about fairness,
when Guido suddenly rips the chair from his hands!
Ashner yells something at Guido,
But Guido shrugs him off, turns...
And Tawny kicks the chair out of his hands, 
spins and kicks him in the head!
Guido slumps to the mat as Tawny holds the chair high in the air!

HP:  "Disqualify her, ref!  C'mon, dammit!"

RM:  "There are no disqualifications, Hollywood!  The match cannot end
unless a towel is thrown into the ring!"

Tawny closes in on Guido, and takes a swing!
But Guido rolls out of the way, and stands back up.
He sees Tawny stalking him with the chair, and she swings again,
This time hitting the ropes, as Guido dodges again...
and then he kicks the chair up... RIGHT INTO TAWNY'S FACE!
Tawny falls back onto the mat, holding her face,
As Guido unfolds the chair in the center of the ring.
He quickly picks Tawny up, into a gutwrench!
But Tawny twists in mid air to get out...
However it is too late, 
as Guido slams her face first into the chair!!

*! CLANG !*

Tawny's face bends the chair nearly in half,
and Guido stalks over her motionless body, 
which now bleeds from the mouth, and nose.
He then looks as if... YES! He's going for the Grossezza!!

RM: "HERE COMES THAT MODIFIED INDIAN DEATHLOCK!"

HP: "He's made a lot of people tap out to that, you'd think that her
moron boyfriend will be thinking of throwing in the towel soon."

Guido locks in the Grossezza tightly, as Tawny gasps for air,
Her body scissored by Guido's muscular legs.
Tawny coughs and wheezes to get a breath, 
But Guido continues to apply the pressure!
The referee tosses the busted up chair from the ring.
Tawny's faithful towel holder, 
Skye Ashner gets right next to the apron,
and begins to ask Tawny to give up.
Tawny barely mutters out "NO!"
But Guido wrenches back on her head, choking the life out of her.
And Ashner follows what Tawny says, 
and tosses the towel to the ground,
And he stands on it, staring right in Guido the Great's eyes.
Tawny struggles, trying to pull Guido away, 
so that she can get air into her body.

RM:  "She's trapped, Hollywood!  I think it's all over now!"

HP:  "YES!  I can't wait to see that title around a MAN's waist, even
if it is a smelly Italian idiot!"

The fans get behind Tawny, and she starts to fight harder,
They begin to chant "TAW-NY BLAKE! TAW-NY BLAKE!"
And Tawny begins to slam her fist agains the mat,
Causing the fans to clap in stride with her.
Tawny grabs Guido's arm, 
and uses all her strength to pull on his arm!
But to no avail, 
as the master of submission has the hold locked in tightly.
But she tries again, 
and this time is able to slide her head downward.
AND SHE BITES GUIDO THE GREAT'S ARM!
Guido yelps out, and quickly releases the hold, 
but still holds her in the leg-scissors.
He attempts to re-lock the hold in, 
but Tawny elbows him in the head!
AND AGAIN! Tawny losens the leg scissors, 
and breaks free of Guido's grasp!
The crowd goes wild, cheering on their Champion!

RM:  "Tawny Blake is still in this match!"

HP:  "DAMMIT, NO!"

Tawny stands up, and as if gaining a second wind, 
she starts to stomp on Guido the Great!
Guido quickly rolls from the ring, 
and Mistress Dandelion is there to greet him. 
She starts to calm him down, 
when Tawny launches herself like a human dart, 
with a suicide dive right into the both of them!
All three wrestlers lay crashed on the outside, 
in what resembles a car wreck!
The referee looks uncertain of what to do, 
as Skye Ashner goes over the check on Tawny Blake, 
he takes a few steps back, 
wondering what to do as the referee stands alone in the ring.
Then, out of nowhere, the crowd erupts into a loud chorus of jeering.

RM: "OH NO! HERE COMES TROUBLE!"

HP: "THE CAPITOL!  YES!  He's come to rid us of that Mexican idiot once
and for all!  HA HAAA!!!"

The Capitol comes running down the ramp, 
and makes right for Skye Ashner, 
who rolls in the ring to avoid Cap.
The Capitol rolls into the ring, as Ashner skips out,
and the referee gets in the Capitol's face asking him to leave.
The Capitol doesn't take the referee's crap, however, 
and lays him out with a right hook!
Ashner then can feel his heart in his throat, 
as Cap sets his sights directly on him!
Skye runs away from Cap once more, 
as the Capitol exits the ring,
But as Skye reenters the ring, he miscalculates, 
and now stands face to face with the Capitol.
The Capitol looks down, 
upon the much smaller Ashner with an evil glare.
He grabs Ashner's casted arm, 
causing Ashner to scream out in pain.
Ashner jumps back and Cap pulls the cast right off.
Everyone stares in amazement, 
as Ashner looks surprised, looking at the Capitol.

RM: "What!? Do you know what this means, Hollywood?"

HP: "Ashner fears the Capitol, and faked the injury! HAHA! What a
pansy!"

The Capitol closes in on Ashner, 
who struggles to explain himself, but quickly runs from the Capitol!
Suddenly, Tawny rolls into the ring, and starts to get up.
And as Ashner runs from the Capitol, 
Mistress Dandelion pulls another steel chair from under the ring!
In the commotion, she runs over to Guido, 
and tries to hand him the chair.
Guido struggles to shake the cobwebs, 
pulling himself up by the guard railing.
Mistress Dandelion looks to see Ashner being chased by the Capitol,
dodging the incoming onslaught of attacks.
So, she tosses Ashner the chair!
The Capitol takes a few steps back from the now armed Ashner,
As Ashner swings Cap to back him up further.
Ashner takes the chair, high over his head and...

*! CLANG !*

RM: "OH MY GOD! NO! NO!!"

HP: "IT WAS A SETUP!"

Skye Ashner turns around, 
and LEVELS TAWNY BLAKE WITH THE CHAIR!!
Tawny slumps to the mat, 
as a sadistic grin forms over Ashner's face.
He drops the chair, and turns to the Capitol.
Ashner and the Capitol slap hands, as both start to chuckle.

HP:  "YES!  YES!!!  YEEEEESSS!!!!"

But Ashner holds his arm after the slap, 
mocking like it hurt his "broken" arm.
Both Ashner and Cap exit the ring, leaving a motionless Tawny Blake.
Guido the Great and Mistress Dandelion stand back in shock,
As Guido seizes the opportunity to roll in the ring..
And locks Tawny Blake's motionless body, 
into the Grossezza once again!
Mistress Dandelion rolls in as well, 
shaking the ref, and causing him to regain conciousness.
The referee looks at Tawny in the hold, 
and looks out to Ashner.
Skye mockingly looks around, 
pretending as if he's making a difficult decision...
.
.
.
.
shrugs!
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.
.
.
and throws in the TOWEL!
The referee calls for the bell, 
and Guido releases the hold.


**DING DING DING**

PA:  "Here is your winner ... and NEEEEEEEW DCWL GRAND CHAMPION ...
GUIDOOOOO THE GREEEEEEEEEEEAT!!!"

("I will be Heard" by Hatebreed starts to blare over the loudspeakers
as the referee hands Guido the Great his DCWL Grand Championship.
Ashner and Cap rolls back into the ring, to see Tawny Blake, who is
barely concious, pulling herself up by the ropes.  Mistress Dandelion
comes in the ring to celebrate, but Ashner grabs her, and after a
confused look from MD, he wraps his arms around her and lays a long
passionate kiss on her, and the Mistress nearly faints, stumbling back,
as if out of breath.  Tawny looks up, witnessing the entire moment,
causing her to collapse to the mat, sobbing uncontrollably.  Ashner
goes over to her and pulls her up by the hair, yelling something at
her.
Ashner then turns away, and shrugs, and they all start to enjoy a good
laugh at Tawny's expense.)

RM:  "What a travesty against Tawny Blake!  It took FOUR people to
finally take the title, including her closest friend in all of the
DCWL!"

HP:  "YES!  Skye Ashner is INCREDIBLE!  Give this man a Golden Globe
award for that performance!"

RM:  "But, Hollywood ... if Skye Ashner faked this injury to screw over
Tawny Blake ... doesn't that also mean he screwed over ..."

HP:  "... DAMMIT!  Who invited this idiot?!"

(General Pentagon rushes the ring, with a bandage over his forehead. 
He carries a aluminum baseball bat, as IDP slides in the ring, causing
all but Tawny Blake to run for thier lives!  Ashner, Capitol, and
Mistress Dandelion head up the ramp, with Cap walking in front of the
Mistress and Skye, whom hold hands on the way up the ramp.  Guido holds
the Grand Championship high in the air for everyone to see, facing the
ring.  IDP yells at the four, calling them cowards, as he checks on
Tawny Blake.)

RM:  "The entire evening has been spoiled.  I'm in shock!"

HP:  "BAH!  The whole show has been saved!  Skye Ashner is my new
freaking hero!  HA HAAA!!!"

RM:  "Folks, we are out of time.  I wish we were signing off on a
happier note, but tune in on January 31st for the next episode of Total
Dementia, when hopefully some sense will be made of this disaster!"

HP:  "Take off, humanoids!  HA HAAA!!!"

(Camera fades to black, as Guido the Great is brimming with joy,
clutching the DCWL Grand Championship to his chest.)


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