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<<LAST WEEK>>

<Cross>
We are back, folks, and the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line!! This
is the shot that TR Parker earned by beating Chris Sim at Hardcore Homecoming..
and folks, if you look at history, Fuego has beaten many men, but he has NEVER
BEATEN T.R. PARKER!!!

**cut**

<V/O> *as shots from the match play*
[Parker]
...we've been through all this before.  You hit me, I hit you.  You throw 
me around this ring, try to kill me...

...I guess what I'm saying is, YOU'RE JUST NOT THAT GOOD!

**cut**

Parker grabs Fuego, goes for a belly to back suplex and hits it.  Parker then
grabs the left leg and wraps Fuego up into a figure four leglock.  Fuego is in
a lot of pain for about 30 seconds....then he reaches forward and grabs Parker by 
the throat, causing Parker to let go.

<Cross>
Oh my god, look at the look in Fuego's eyes!!! 

<Riker>
He's finally did it...he snapped!

**cut**

<Cross>
Fuego running up the ropes....COMES OFF INTO A MUDSLIDE..BUT HE KICKED THE REFEREE
DOWN AS WELL!!!!  Fuego covers Parker...one...two....three...four...five...

<Riker>
Hold on here, what's this?

<Cross>
What are you...Monroe is up..and he's got his chair folded...HE'S SETTING THE CHAIR
ON FIRE!!! WHAT IS THAT MANIAC DOING!?!?!?  Monroe's got the chair as Fuego is 
trying to get the referee conscious....AND MONROE BREAKS THE FLAMING CHAIR OVER FUEGO'S
HEAD!!!?!!! MY GOD, what is he doing!?!?!

**cut**

<Cross>
Parker on the top...STRUTTERSAULT 450 Splash!!!!  And he covers.....WE HAVE ONE...
WE HAVE TWO...WE HAVE A NEW WORLD'S CHAMPION!!!

**cut**

<Cross>
TR Parker is the champ, but he has no idea right now that Chris Monroe interfered
in the matchup.  If I know TR, he's gonna have something to say about this.

<Riker>
And you know what?  Monroe doesn't care.  There is no rhyme or reason to what 
Monroe does.  He is just out to hurt and humiliate Fuego...and he's done it *TWICE*
now.

<Cross>
A *very* battered TR Parker, stumbles out of the ring, holding the belt high, he
doesn't know what happened...but I think when both of those men find out what 
happened, Monroe is gonna have a world of problems.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<<"Ready to Go" by Republica plays in the background as images flash onto the screen>>



[SONG]
It's a crack		<Shot of Mike Powers plancha-ing out of the ring>
I'm back		<Shot of Ronnie Frown appying the New Bitter Pill>
Yeah 			<Closeup of Chris Monroe's bloody face>
Standing on the         <Shot of Furia coming off the ropes>
rooftops   		<Shot of Toshiro Kensake moonsaulting off the top>
shout it out		<Closeup of Jay Gillette barking to the sky>
Baby I'm 		<Shot of the Children of Apocalypse>
Ready to go		<Shot of Bill Curtis hitting the sunsetbomb off the cage>
I'm back		<Shot of the Wave Runners high-fiving in the aisles>
and  			<Shot of Jon Owens nailing a released German Suplex>
Ready to go		<Shot of Omega nailing the handspring elbow, then celebrating>
From the		<Shot of Siouxnami sending sometone through a table>
roof-			<Shot of Ernie Grendel fireballing Crazy Horse>
tops			<Shot of TR Parker hitting the Strutter Cutter>
shout it		<Shot of Chris Sim nailing the Crosshairs>
out			<Closeup of a snarling, focused Fuego>

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<CAPTION:  LIVE! - The Pyramid, Memphis, TN>

>>*AERIAL VIEW*<<
(The camera pans across a very excited group of Tennessee fans, about 40% of whom
have signs of all sorts of shapes, colors, and grammatical accuracies.)

<Cross>
We are here LIVE in the home state of the AFC Champion Tennessee Oilers, and we have
a new champion of our own, a new WORLD champion, in "The Strutter" T.R. Parker!

<CAPTION:   John Riker		Isaac Cross>

I am Isaac Cross, here along with the FORMER commisioner of the EWC, John Riker, and
we are moments away from the arrival of the NEW World Champion.

<<"Strutter" by KISS kicks in and the fans pop like fiends>>

<Riker>
And we've got a situation on our hands here in that Parker pinned Fuego for the title, but
only AFTER getting help from Chris Monroe.  Which begs the question...did Parker and Monroe
have that planned out in advance?

<<Parker walks down about halfway with the belt over his shoulder before breaking into
his trademark strut for the crowd as the chorus kicks in.  He then enters the ring and
acknowledges the fans>>

<Cross>
I think Parker is the lucky victim, so to speak, here.  Right place, right time.  Monroe
was playing mind games with Fuego, and Parker took advantage of it.  But what I'm wondering
is if Parker *knew* he was taking advantage of it or what?  

<<Parker smiles as the music dies down and he grabs a mic>>

[TR Parker]
"I got it.  What I sought, I received.  I didn't take it like I would have 
liked -- it was *given* to me. (Parker shakes his head)

Chris Monroe! What makes you think I need *anybody's* help to be the best in 
this business?!  I certainly don't need help from a *nobody.*  Did you get 
that?  You are a nobody -- to me, to Fuego, to every man and woman in this 
organization.  

Why? because you are a punk.  Who said that? (Parker pauses, grins and shakes 
his head as the crowd chimes in *THE STRUTTER SAYS THAT*) No, not just me...
Hell, everybody says that.  You cry, you pout, you throw tantrums because 
you're a little man with a big need for attention.

So tonight you went and got your best buds to protect your two dollar ass 
from the big money players in EWC.  I know, you're thinking -- 'this'll be 
great!  Ern hates Fuego, Parker has fought them both, and Fuego hates 
everybody...They're not going to get along, blah blah blah...I'm so smart'  
Nuh-uh.

See Chris, you put the three greatest EWC World Champions in recent memory on 
one side with the only point of contention being 'who gets to beat the living 
crap out of you!'  And if you think Siouxnami, two guys where the only thing 
even remotely cool about them is their name, are going to be any help 
whatsoever then you are as stupid as you look.

<<*BIIIG CROWD POP*>>

(Parker holds up the title belt)

Fuego, this isn't mine.  I've talked to the brass and they won't let me give 
it back to you.  They can call me the champ, they can put the words by my 
name on all the press, and they can put my face on TV, but they can't make me 
carry a belt I didn't earn.  In my mind, for all intents and purposes, the 
EWC World title is vacant and will go to whoever survives the gauntlet.  And 
only then will I strut down that aisle with *my* EWC World Championship belt.

<<With that, TR Parker walks out of the ring, sets the World championship belt onto
the announcers table, and leaves as "Strutter" comes back on>>

<Cross>
Did I hear that right?  TR PARKER HAS JUST VACATED THE EWC WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

<Riker>
Wow, what a non-surprise!  Parker saw a big fat bullseye on his chest and decided to
take the easy way out!

<Cross>
There's nothing easy about walking away from a World title, but fans, that means
that the Snowbrawl Nightmare gauntlet is no longer about a title defense.  Six men
will go into that match, but only one is gonna walk out with the EWC World Title.
And John, we have yet to learn if one of those six men is going to be either Ronnie
Frown or Damien Omega

<Riker>
Frown won a match against Omega, and now he has a *CHOICE* of either taking the North
American Championship or taking that sixth slot in the Gauntlet, and whichever he
DOESN'T want, Omega gets as a consolation prize.

<Cross>
Frown won that match on a trick, but we'll find out later tonight what prize he's going to 
claim.  Also, tonight we start the Iron Man tournament for the now-vacant LH title,
vacated by the retirement of Bill Curtis

<Riker>
Yeah, we're gonna see a rematch of last weeks bout between "Silky Smooth" Simon Sanders
and my favorite to win the Iron Man, Mike Powers.  And Furia has a match against
a man that we don't even know who it's going to be!

<Cross>
All of that plus our MAIN EVENT, Asylum takes on Grendel, Parker, and Fuego, if Fuego
even shows up...no one has even SEEN the former champ since the show closed last week

>>*CUT TO BACK*<<
(The camera opens on 'The Ace' Ty Kross pacing back and forth in the hall) 

	<Cross> Now what's going on here?

[Kross] 
This is just perfect.  A few weeks ago, I get a "Hey, Ty... I just signed with Elite. 
Go cut a promo on those Children of the Apocalypse punks and get us a match." 
call from my buddy, IV, and he's nowhere to be found.  You haven't seen him, 
have you, son? 
 
[Cameraman] 
Nope.  I've been filming the behind the scenes stuff, tonight. 
 
(The sound of a phone ringing comes from the vest pocket of Ty Kross. 
 Kross pulls out a cell phone and answers it) 
 
[Kross] 
Hello... *short pause* Where the hell are you, hoss?  *short pause*  Car 
problems?!?!?  Are you gonna make the match?  *short pause*   Yeah... 
your gear made it here.  But are you gonna make the match?  *short pause* 
Hold on a sec. 
 
(Kross turns to the cameraman) 
 
[Kross] 
Hey, boy... why don't you make yourself useful and find out what the 
heck those Children of the Apocalypse wahoos are plottin'?   Go on! 
 
(The cameraman walks away, turns the corner and the Children of Apocalypse, 
Zach and Dan Rierson are standing there) 
 
[Zach] (Laughin)
So it looks like Kross is out of a partner, that's too bad.  
 
[Dan]
Yeah, it's a shame that Mr. Wrestling IV couldn't make it.  With those 
four flat tires and all.  
 
[Zach]
I know man, it's just a shame.  I guess Kross is gonna have to face us 2 on 1 
then.  
 
[Dan]
I don't know about that Zach, we better follow him to make sure he can't find 
anyone.
 
(Zach and Dan walk out of the picture as the camera goes back to the ring)

>>*CUT TO ARENA*<<

<Cross>
The Children of Apocalypse vs. Ty Kross in a handicap match? And what was Kross
talking about?  Who's IV?  He couldn't mean Mr. Wrestling IV, could he?

<<"Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit strikes up and the crowd is quick to start
jeering.  The lights cut off and, as a black light illuminates the runway,
mist starts to pour out from the back.  Moments later the curtains part and
Mike Powers appears followed seconds later by Mr. WP.  After adjusting his
dragon's face mask, WP strikes a series of rapid fire martial arts poses
ending with the spraying of a cloud of black mist into the air.  Powers
nods approvingly before pointed him towards the ring.  Quite surprisingly,
he doesn't have a house mic...

{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}
*MATCH 1*  MR. WP vs. John Silver 
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

As the bell rang, Sliver thought he would take advantage of WP facing the
corner so he charged in and hit a flying forearm to WP's back.  Sliver
smiled, sent WP to the ropes and followed, only to run right into a
spinning back fist to the jaw that left him in a daze.  WP wasted no time
in pouncing on Sliver, backing him into the ropes with repeated open-handed
chops before nearly flooring him with a leaping roundhouse kick.  As Sliver
rebounded off the ropes, WP grabbed Sliver's right arm, draped a leg over
it and dropped right down onto his arm.  A sequence of knee drops, head
butts, and elbows to the arm followed before WP sent Sliver to the ropes
and hit a tilt-a-whirl back breaker with the impact falling onto the right
arm.  A half-hearted cover drew a two count before WP pulled him up.  

As Powers screamed at his man to turn it up a notch, WP took Sliver's arm,
climbed onto the top rope, walked to the center of the ring and leapt off
for a sick looking springboard, single-arm tornado DDT.  That arm was
nearly ripped out of its socket when WP grabbed it and leapt over the top
rope snapping it over the top.  Powers patted WP on the back and told him
to end things.  A few seconds later, Sliver found himself trapped in "the
Tormentor" wakigatame armlock--less than five seconds later Sliver had no
choice but to tap out. 

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Winner:  Mr. WP, by submission - 4:48
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}

Referee Mason Crow had to threaten to overturn the decision in order to get
WP to break the hold.  When he finally did, you could see the sadistic grin
on his face as black liquid dripped out of his mouth.  The crowd was
jeering mildly, but as soon as they noticed that Powers had slid into the
ring with a microphone the crowd got really hot.

[Powers]
A Jackie Chan wannabe.  Some no-talent in a mask.  Just another guy who
spews mist.  Those are the vicious LIES that you weasels were spreading in the
week since I unveiled my new bodyguard.  Anyone think differently now!?!

>>*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*<<

What you just saw was WP at a five against someone he could care less
about.  Just imagine what he can do when he's working his hardest and when
he doesn't like you.  Face it, he's a heartless killer who feasts on the
pain of others!!!  This is a man who once laughed when acid was dumped onto
his skin!!!  C'mon, I know using your brains is difficult thing for most of
you, but just give it a shot--envision the carnage.  Pretty scary thought isn't it?
Hell, I am _so_ confident about my man's abilities that I've left an open
contract in the commissioner's office.  If there's someone in the EWC who
doesn't mind having his arm ripped off, then by all means, please put your
name on that dotted line and make your date with doom official.

(WP, who has been motionless during this diatribe, suddenly springs back to
life, leaping into the air with kicks before dropping straight to his knees
and again becoming motionless)

[Powers]
On to other business.  Tonight I have to get back into the ring with Simon
Sanders, a man who we've been hearing a whole lot from as of late.  Simon
says he's clean and sober.  Simon says he wants to win the light
heavyweight title. Simon says Mike Powers is nothing but a punk.  You know
what Sanders?  I for one am sick and tired of listening to you run your
mouth.  You know what else?  MIKE POWERS SAYS he kicked your sorry ass back
and forth across this ring last week.  MIKE POWER SAYS he survived your
dreaded armbar--a LESSER version of my man WP's killer move mind you-- and
I still pinned you to the mat for the 1-2-3.  And best of all, MIKE POWERS
SAYS his favorite part of the entire night was knocking out that sloth you
call mom.

But Simon, I'm not just here to go over last week, I'm here to make you a
deal.  As much as my boys enjoyed making you suffer, I don't like how some
people have been saying they won me the match.  If there is one thing I've
tried stressing to you imbeciles each and every week is that even if you
don't have the sophisticated tastes necessary to appreciate my personality
you have no choice but to RESPECT my ringwork. So here's what I propose.
You leave your two friends, MOM and JACK DANIELS, in the back and I'll
leave WP, Lanny, and (sigh) even Tiffani and Amber backstage as well.  Then
after I beat you one more time, you won't have any excuses.  SIMON WILL SAY
that MIKE POWERS is the hottest thing going today.  Take a look at
greatness, THIS is STAR POWER...

(he spikes the mic onto mat and, as "Break Stuff" starts playing again he
motions for WP to lead him to the back)

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{"The House That Jack Built" plays over the speakers, to a somewhat
mixed reaction from the crowd; as it reaches the pause in the chorus,
ZZ Top's "Changes" takes over. While the music plays, Curtis Stone
makes his way to the ring, dressed in Dockers and a colorful sweater,
the North American Tag title belt slung over his shoulder. He slides
in, exchanging some quick words with the ring announcer before
appropriating the microphone.}

[Stone]
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's been the biggest buffoon of them 
all? {waves his hands at the video wall} 

No, no, no need to answer that -- I already know ... it was me. Bein'
the jerk that I was, I got booed most every time I came out here. 
But instead of figuring out maybe I was doing something wrong, I just
figured all of *you* were morons for not seeing my talent.

{Stone pauses, nodding knowingly if the reaction is negative}

Yeah, I know ... but a funny thing happened last Ground Zero. There
we were in the ring, Jon & me ... and I wasn't thinking about 
C-Jack, or the next "mirror, mirror" ditty, or who was next on my
hit list, or any of that sort of stuff -- I didn't know WHAT to
think about, except the match ... and suddenly, I noticed 
something ... I noticed some of you weren't booing us anymore ...
maybe even a few of you cheered, but the main thing was, you
weren't against me -- and then, just like that, we're the North
American tag team champs. And I gotta tell you, it felt good.

So I guess what I'm saying is, thanks. Thanks for giving Jon & I
a chance in there, and we're gonna try and be champs YOU can be
proud of, instead of champs you have to throw stuff at. I know,
I can't expect you to change your minds about us right away, and
we're not looking for that. But maybe, just maybe, in the weeks
to come --

{Stone's interrupted by the sound of Metallica's "Fuel", as 
"Nuclear" Nick Duncan emerges from the back, stalking down the 
aisle with a determined expression. He stops momentarily to swipe
a styrofoam coffee cup from a fan in the aisle, then continues for
about two steps and two sips before tossing the cup away with a 
scowl. He grabs a mic of his own, rolls in the ring, and shoves a
confused-looking Stone back a little.}

[Duncan]
Just a minute, Stoner -- just ONE minute ... I'm in the back trying
to explain to some brain-dead page that REAL wrestlers need something
besides beer and cookies on the catering table, and I catch sight of
a monitor ... and the next thing I know, you're out here kissing the
fans' butts. Stone, I've got just one question for you. WHAT THE
HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

[Stone]
N-nothing's wrong, Nick, I was just tryin' to --

[Duncan]
Trying to what? If you're trying to show you're LOCO, lemme tell you,
I don't think Monroe and his pals are taking new recruits. But I'll 
tell you what you SHOULD be trying to do ... you SHOULD be trying to
think up how the Power Supply is going to approach the TV title match
*I* have tonight! Or did you forget about that?

[Stone]
I, uh, well ... I mean, it's *your* match, Nick. I think it might be
best if I kept my nose out of it.

[Duncan]
{staring at Stone} Kept your ... look, let me put this REAL simple
for you. We are a *TEAM*. Teams stick together. I don't know what's
going through that head of yours, but you're not the teammate I
signed up with. And if this little early mid-life crisis of yours
keeps you from pulling your weight, BAD things could happen. Tell
'em, Jon.

{At this point, Owens simply looks at Duncan, holds up his 
North American tag title, and shrugs, then whispers something into
Duncan's ear}

[Duncan]
{looks back and forth between the two of them, then nods with a dark
look} So that's how it's gonna be, huh? Fine ... just remember,
"pals", this is the hand YOU dealt, and YOU'RE gonna have to play it
out. I'm outta here ...

{"Fuel" starts back up, as Duncan stalks out, leaving Owens and Stone
to have a quick, unheard discussion, before they too decide to leave
the ring.}

<Riker>
Whuh-oh...looks like Stone's newfound lack of cojones is costing him friends.

<Cross>
Apparently Nick Duncan is not at all happy with Stone basically telling Duncan
to fight his own battles!

<Riker>
Since when did Stone worry about his image with the plebes?  This is a *TITLE*
we're talking about, and they're partners!  They're the Power Supply!

<Cross>
Well, Stone and Owens didn't need Duncan to win the North American tag belts,
and I think Stone's telling Duncan he doesn't need them!  Fans, when we return,
it will be Damien Omega in action - next!!!!!