{Backstage, "The Strutter" TR Parker is livid.  Despite having been carried out on 
a gurney and having a nice shiner under his left eye, his rage belies his pain.  
Kick after kick rain upon the lockers, and when one pops open Parker slams it 
furiously.  Over to the side stands the Mississippi Queen, who visibly jumps 
with each and every bang on the metal.  After tipping over a folding table and 
sending a cooler to the floor, Parker turns to the camera.}

[TR Parker] 
Byron!  You piece of [mute]ing, [mute..................mute] trash!

[Mississippi Queen] 
TR....

(Parker shoots a glance to her)


[TR Parker]  
Let them use the censors, that's what their paid to do, isn't it?  Byron, you 
had the nerve to jump on The Strutter.  You stabbed *me* in the back?! I saved 
you from the worse beating of your life and kept your family off welfare and 
*this* is the thanks I get?  You decided to give up a ride to the top tier of 
this sport, for what? a pat on the back from the COA?

You want to step up to the next level by getting in *my* face?  Jeremy
Byron, you may think you're on the way to the top.  But I can tell you
this, the only place you're headed is the unemployment line.  If you
want to be a headliner then you've got to do the job right.  There is no
future in starting something you can't finish.  Next time you do it to
my face, you got that?

I want you Byron.  Not in a tag match, not in the parking lot, not in
some high school gym, I want you in a Loser Leaves EWC match.  EWC is my
house, and I'm going to enjoy evicting your ass.  I gave you the biggest
break you had in this sport, now I'm going to give you the biggest break
you've ever had -- your neck.  You just made a career-ending mistake.

Children of the Apocalypse? Sloan? I want you to watch real close what
happens when you [mute] with the Strutter.

(fade out)
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Wow.  TR's pissed.  TR's history of relatively clean interviews just got shot to 
hell here.  I guess they're gonna send Jeremy out the way he came in...jobbing 
to TR Parker. =)

*MAIN EVENT*
MATCH #8:  North American Title Match
	   CHRIS SIM *champ* vs. DAMIEN OMEGA

Omega is out first to "Slave to the Grind"..he's getting a good face pop probably
more because he's fighting arguably the top heel in the federation than for 
anyting he's *done* yet.  Omega hits the ring and starts to stretch after 
acknowledging the fans.

"New Sensation" by INXS starts playing over the load speakers and the
crowd goes nuts booing him, chants of Fuego spark up from every corner
of the arena. Sim slowly makes his way out from back and just basks in
the boos for a bit as his fireworks go off forming a red X above his
head. Eventually, he points towards Jimmy Lowe at the announcers table,
he then slowly takes off his cape before grinding to a huge negative
reaction from most of the crowd, although you hear the odd ear piecing
scream from the ladies above the roar and the popping of the fireworks.
Sim then pulls the mic up to his face to of course a loud chorus of
boos)

[Sim]
... ... ...

on the big screen you can see Sim's lips moving but you can't hear
him, the crowd isn't sure what to think but they really lay into him at
this time.

[Sim]
Ah hem!  *cough, cough*

at this point Sim gives up and makes an X above his head and extends
the middle finger on each hand to a HUGE POP from the crowd, as they
realize he isn't going to talk.  Lowe makes a note that Sim's got laryngitis 
and busts a gut laughing.  Cross notes that Fuego really went for the jugular, 
taking the thing away that Sim depends on the most.

They enter the ring, both men do a textbook "technician's" beginning, doing several 
collar and elbow tie ups, struggling around, one gets pushed back into the corner, 
clean break.  Sim then challenges Omega to a test of strength, which Damien 
accepts.  They lock one arm together..and Sim uses the arm to jerk Omega 
towards him and smash him in the gut with his knee.

Clubbing forearms to the back by Sim brings Omega to his knees in the middle 
of the ring.  Sim picks Omega up and goes for a vertical suplex, but Omega 
falls behind, lands on his feet, and pushes him forward into the ropes, 
coming back in a victory roll for a 2 1/2 count REALLY early in the game.  
Sim gets up, stares at Omega, who just looks back, focused.

They do the tieup thing again, Sim backs Omega into the turnbuckle..fakes 
the clean break but forearms him in the fance 2-3 times, then whips him
to the opposite buckle.  Sim charges in, Omega ducks and Sim straddles the 
pole and 2nd rope.  Omega gets Sim in a reverse headlock as Sim is dangling 
from the corner, hits a reverse DDT.  Omega covers, gets a 2 count.  Omega 
is up, grabs the leg, elbowdrops it once or twice, then
restholds by doing a standing figure four legbar (using the arms), then
twisting it into a half crab.  Sim gets to the ropes, Omega turns out of 
it, yanks the leg so that Sim has to let go, is pulled across the ring, 
and lands right on his face center ring.  Omega then twists right back 
into the half crab.

After about a minute of this, Sim pushups out of the half crab, 
forward rolls to his feet, and turns around into a hard clothesline by
Omega.  Omega grabs the knee again and does a forward roll, hyperextending 
the knee again.   Omega falls out of the ring on this one but falls right 
in.  Lowe notes that Omega is really holding his own in there in terms 
of technical expertise.  Omega on the ring apron, climbs back in.  Sim's 
on his feet now but wobbly.  Omega goes for a legtrip, but Sim keeps his 
balance as now Omega is holding his bad leg...Omega immediately falls 
into a dragon screw legwhip, which Omega holds onto and works in some 
kind of hamstring hold that's stretching and placing pressure on the hamstring.

Sim manages to get to the ropes again, and Omega breaks the hold.  Omega 
moves in to get the bad leg again, but this time Sim simply plants his 
good leg square in the solarplexus, bending Omega down to his level.  
Sim then wrapped both legs around Omega, bulled him down, and rolled 
him over so that Sim was on top, and a very pissed off Chris Sim laid 
rights and lefts up down and sideways on Damien Omega.  Chris tried 
to get up but his leg was still wobbly.  Omega got up and went for the 
leg again but Chris dodged and kicked Omega out of the ring.  Omega was on the apron, 
getting up, when Chris grabbed the top rope next to him, slingshotted 
upwards, and fell backwards into a sunsetbomb that drilled Omega into 
the concrete. It looked sloppy because Sim couldn't put a whole lot of pressure 
on his left leg, but it worked.  Both men were outside unmoving for a few 
seconds, before Sim rolled into the ring..and then rolled back out.

Sim took about five seconds to walk off some of the pain, then knelt over
Omega and started smacking him in the face.  He then picked Omega up, stuck 
Omega's head between his legs, and hooked both arms...and pulled him up into 
a butterfly piledriver right onto the concrete.  Sim rolled back
into the ring and kept trying to walk some of the pain off.  He made no 
effort to break the count, cause (and Isaac noted this) he doesn't have 
to beat Omega to keep the title.  At 8, tho, Omega was back on the ring 
apron..and Sim did a running CROSSHAIRS that sent Omega flying headfirst 
into the announcers table.  Sim then slowly mounted the turnbuckle, a bit 
wobbly cause of his leg, and then flew into a moonsault that sent Omega 
hard through the table.  Sim landed well and was up in a few seconds...until 
he saw Jimmy Lowe.  Sim gyrated in Lowe's direction, and Lowe had to be 
held back by Isaac Cross. Unfortunately, Sim was a little
too distracted, and he turned around right into a spear tackle to the 
legs by Omega that sandwiched Sim's leg into the steel guardrail.  

Omega took a moment to free Sim from the guardrail, then threw him back i
nto the ring.   Omega in the ring and Sim did the classic heel begging 
off bit, which of course never works.  A couple of boots to the face,
then Omega picks Sim up, sends him to the other ropes and hits a NICE 
roundhouse kick that causes Sim to spin around in a circle..you can 
evnision the tweety birds circling his head.  Then Omega hits a REALLY
nice martial arts combo of a kick to the sternum, then a Thai-style 
shin kick to the bad leg, which got Sim off balance enough to drop 
like a stone when Omega finished with an enziguri.  Crowd popped 
HARD for that, and Sim  sold the fall like a champ.  Omega dragged 
him center ring and started to set up for the crooked figure four, 
but Sim kicked him away and Omega ran head first into the turnbuckle.  
Sim got up, grabbed Omega from behind and hit a belly to back suplex 
with a bridge for a 2 count, but Sim couldn't hold the bridge because 
of his leg.  Sim got on his knees, locked Omega up, and got him 
into a dragon sleeper.  They did the drop the faces arm twice, on 
the third time he doesn't drop bit. Omega worked his head out of the 
facelock, then dropped down into a jawbreaker.  Both men laid there for 
about a 7 count.  

Sim up first, grabbed Omega, Omega with a shot to the stomach, then
another, then an uppercut to the face. Sim and Omega traded a couple of 
punches before Sim kicks low, then turns Omega around into a standing 
neckbreaker.  Cover, 2 1/2 count.  At this point, Dr. Destructo makes
a beeline down to ringside carrying a chair.  Sim picked up Omega for 
an atomic drop, but Omega falls behind and atomic drops Sim..and Sim 
falls forward right into the referee.  Omega walks over, catches an 
attempted kick by Sim, but doesn't catch the enziguri that Sim hits.  
Sim then stands back and then runs for the opposite ropes as Omega 
starts to get up...

...at this point as well, though, Destructo gets on the ring apron and 
prepares to nail Omega from behind with the chair...Omega instead kneels
and Destructo swings the chair RIGHT INTO Sim's "Crosshairs" attempt, 
sending Sim FLYING back into the ring  Destructo can't believe it...and 
because of his focus, Omega gets behind him and electric chair suplex's
him onto the ramp.  Omega rolls back in, picks up Sim...and Sim goes
for a small package for one...two....REVERSED BY OMEGA....one...two....
THREE!!!!!!

		###########################################
		# WINNER: Damien Omega, via pinfall 23:45 #
		#     NEW EWC NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION	  #
		###########################################

The crowd and the wrestlers are shocked.  Omega is on his feet, takes 
the belt, and holds it high....allowing Destructo to come in with the 
chair and waffle him from behind.  Sim, livid from the title loss, 
joins in...until Jimmy Lowe throws his headset down and hits the ring, 
hitting a hard right hand to Sim that sends him out of the ring..then t
urning around and nailing Destructo with a "Lowe Blow" palm thrust that 
drops him like a stone.  Lowe immediately goes outside the ring and goes 
after Sim, and the two brawl their way to the back as the broadcast fades 
to black.