<<"Strutter" by KISS introduces the challenger who slowly walks down the aisle 
slapping a few hands and exchanging a few smiles. "The Strutter" TR Parker 
hops to the apron, climbs through the ropes and gestures for silence.  As the 
crowd dies down, Parker breaks into his strut to bring the crowd back louder 
and more fired up.>>

<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!!!

<Riker>
And you know what, Cross, that don't mean jack to Fuego.  The man, as much as I
hate his guts, is on a roll as of late.  But here's the factor tonight..which man
is hurt the less?  Both men went through a WRINGER at Hardcore Homecoming...

[PA]
"FUEGO'S GONNA KILL YOU!"

<<*CROWD POP TO THE HEAVENS* as "Rusty Cage" by Soundgarden comes on, and the ramp
starts to rise, green mist flowing out of it as Fuego strides purposefully towards the
ring>>

<Cross>
And that's the man right there that went through SIXTY MINUTES OF TORTURE to regain
the World's Heavyweight Championship.

<Riker>
Big Deal.  Ronnie Frown's the true Endurance King of EWC...a mere 60 minutes wouldn't
even crack his system.

<Cross>
Fuego is as intense as ever, and he's gonna have to be to stop this challenge.  And
Parker's asked for the microphone.

[Parker, pacing back and forth working both sides of arena]
"Fuego, let me run down the recent Strutter timeline.  Within the last month; 
I've played Groucho Marx, a fool, and back at Hardcore Homecoming I was Greg 
Louganis.  (Parker snaps a look to the camera) Not like that, you know what I 
mean.

But there is one role that has eluded me.  And coincidentally, one lady that 
I can always trust.  That role is EWC World Champion, a role I was born to 
play.  And that lady is right there (Parker points to the title belt.)

See, we've been through all this before.  You hit me, I hit you.  You throw 
me around this ring, try to kill me...

{"FUEGO'S GONNA KILL YOU" chants start up and Parker supresses a smile.  A 
close up on the waiting Fuego catches smiling back and him mouthing the words 
to Parker "They know, you hear that?"}

Yeah, I've heard that before.  You've tried, hell everybody's tried.  But I'm 
still here.  I'm still walking around, in fact I feel pretty good.  You can't 
kill The Strutter!  Now -- I'm not saying I'm immortal.  No.  (Parker shakes 
his head with a smile)

I guess what I'm saying is, YOU'RE JUST NOT THAT GOOD!

{Parker holds out the mic to Fuego as he breaks out a huge smile and Fuego 
nods with a smile of his own.  As Fuego reaches for the mic, Parker pulls it 
back.}

In case you weren't listening, WHO SAID THAT?

{In unison the crowd answers the question, "THE STRUTTER SAID THAT!" Parker 
begins to laugh as Fuego swats the mic out of Parker's hand, then fakes a punch
before smiling and shouting "Enough talk -- it's playtime""

**MATCH REPORT**

Before the match start, Chris Monroe comes to ringside with a folding chair.  He
claims to be the "special timekeeper" for this match.  Referee Wayne Winans gives
him a little lip service, but in the end just wants to get the match started, so he 
warns him to sit where the timekeeper sits...which he does.

Both men slap hands to start, and tie up...Parker hits an armdrag, then another,
which is reversed by Fuego...Fuego cocks his foot to kick, but Parker stops short,
and both men just looking at each other.  They try to tie up again, but Parker 
ducks down for a legtrip and ties up Fuego's left leg, working a hold that seems
to be stretching the calf and putting pressure on the shin at the same time.  Fuego
suffers for a few, then reaches the ropes.  Shot of Chris Monroe looking at his stop
watch and commenting to the actual timekeeper.

Parker waits to get up, then kicks Fuego in the knees and lower legs a few times,
then he hooks Fuego for a shinbreaker.  Parker drops an elbow on the fallen Fuego's
leg, and goes right back on the earlier hold.  Fuego, however, is kinda close to the
ropes again, and after about 30 seconds pulls himself over to the ropes.  Parker
lets go, waits for Fuego to get up, and dropkicks the leg, causing Fuego to stumble
to the turnbuckle.  Parker tries for the dropkick again, but this time Fuego jumps
up and Parker baseball slides towards the turnbuckle, ramming his knee into the steel
ringpost.  

Fuego can't capitalize right away, though, as he's still walking off his own leg
problems.  Finally, Fuego grabs Parker by the head and headbutts him a couple of
times to the ground, then he grabs Parker's leg and headbutts the leg several times.
Fuego grabs the leg and rolls it over into a half boston crab, trying to wear Parker
down while getting his own leg in order.  Parker uses his other leg to kick at Fuego's
bad knee, causing him to stumble.  Parker is up, grabs Fuego's leg, and springboards
off the second rope before falling right onto the leg.  Cover, 2 count.  Parker gets
up and goes outside the ring, waiting for Fuego to get up.   Fuego staggers upwards
and Parker tries for the "Air Strutter" springboard clothesline, but Fuego falls forward
onto the ropes as Parker springs up, and Parker falls backwards to the outside ring
floor.

Fuego, after taking 30 seconds to walk off the pain in his leg, rolls outside.  He
uses his one good leg to get some Thai kicks into the face and body of Parker.  
Fuego picks Parker up and tosses him right into the steel ringpost.  Parker staggers
back as Fuego charges, but Parker drop-toehold's Fuego into the steel ringsteps.
Parker tosses Fuego back into the ring, then comes in with a slingshot elbowdrop. 
2 1/2 count.

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!

<Cross>
Winans trying to get Fuego to let go of that chokehold, but Fuego's nothing doing....
both men on their feet...and Fuego lifts Parker up....MIRACLE ECSTACY CHOKESLAM POWERBOMB!!!

<Riker>
And Fuego's got a look on his face like he just smelled a wounded lion!!!!

<Cross>
Fuego sends Parker to the ropes...and he leaps up into a leg lariat, and he's
focusing through the pain right now...he's up on the top rope....FROG SPLASH!!!!
COUNT OF ONE...COUNT OF TWO....no dice for Fuego.

<Riker>
But this isn't slowing Fuego down one iota...he's already got Parker's head....

<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!?!?!

<Riker>
I'd say he's laying Fuego out.  Again.

<Cross>
That's twice now that Monroe has laid out Fuego...and Monroe pulling the splinters out
of the ring...and Parker is trying to get to his feet, he has no idea of what just went
down...he's dazed, but he's climbing to the top rope.

<Riker>
And Monroe is already long gone from here...I don't think that's quite what he 
had in mind...

<Cross>
Parker on the top...STRUTTERSAULT 450 Splash!!!!  And he covers.....

WE HAVE ONE...






























WE HAVE TWO...






























WE HAVE A NEW WORLD'S CHAMPION!!!

WINNER: TR Parker, by pinfall 11:12  (NEW EWC WORLD CHAMPION)

<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.  We'll be right back after this.

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[PA]
When I GET TO THE BOTTOM, I GO BACK TO THE TOP OF THE SLIDE

<<*LOUD* ovation as "Helter Skelter" by the Beatles comes on, and Curtis walks
out in street clothes.  The fans rise in a standing ovation as Curtis walks to the
ring, serious look on his face>>

<Cross>
Fans, for once, I think I just want to let the moment speak for itself.

<<Curtis clears his throat and starts to talk...there is a very audible "PLEASE
DON'T GO" chant going on.>>

[Bill Curtis]
I'm sure a few of you know what's coming, as I'm not real good at
secrets.  If you do, please bear with me.  If not ... well, hear me out
folks.

I've been doin this for a little while now.  Those that have followed
my career know that I always give it 200%.  When I'm in the ring, I
go overboard.  When I'm in a feud - I go overboard.  Ask Mikey
Whitebread.  Ask Mark Anthony.  Ask Chris Monroe.

Well, from, what the doctor tells me, all this goin' overboard could
cost me the use of my legs.  Fighting Chris Monroe nearly did just
that ... and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let that SOB claim he put me
outta the sport.  Only one that gets to make that claim is me.
See, I was taught that if you can't do something right, don't do it at
all ... and I'm not able to do it "right" anymore.

I'd like to thank the folks from Cut n Shoot - Doc, Jules, Gerry,
Nuke, Nason, Ern, Jane - couldn't have done it without y'all.
Maverick, wherever you are, I still owe you that beer ... and I'd
especially like to thank the fans, 'cause they helped me live out a
dream.  It's been real gang ...

[PA]
"Let's get crazy...."


[*FANTASMIC* crowd pop as "Crazy" by Seal comes on, as Bill looks a little surprised.
Ernie Grendel, a conscious but bandaged Jules Baen, Gerry Cannon, Arthur Newcastle 
and Nason Jones come out as Bill's talking, and form a loose semi-circle around him...
Ernie gently takes the mic from Bill...]

[Ernie]
Bill... Bill... Billl... damn, man. It's because of you, ya maniac, that I got
into this biz. Ya know, Jane still has that tape you sent her of you 
moonsaulting snowmen? [chuckles]

[Ern turns out to the crowd] See, Bill here's the reason there's a Cut N Shoot
Wrestling Academy... he sent in this homebrew tape of him doing moonsaults off
the Alaskan pipeline to "Calamity" Jane Manson, and Jane, well, Jane said 
she'd better take this guy in afore he kills himself. She got together with Jules 
and Gerald here, and that's when CNS really started happening.

So, from everyone here, and from Jane, and from all the guys still in 
school, and from Splat and Wall and all them...

WE'RE NOT WORTHY! WE'RE NOT WORTHY! WE'RE NOT WORTHY!

[Ernie leads the CNS mob, and after a moment, most of the crowd in a 
combination standing O and 'We're not worthy!' gesture.  Bill looks stunned,
then sad/happy, as the crowd and the men of Cut 'n Shoot continue to bow
to Curtis.]

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