"It's the all new Powerthirst sports energy drink! Made from only the most POWERFUL sources! Even REAL LIGHTNING! Comes in many flavors like RAW BERRY and SHOCKOLATE! Packed with...MENERGY!" Vic's head nods along with the commercial. "And try out newest flavor...GODBERRY!" The commercial ends and Vic has an amused look on his face. "I got to get me some of that shit." Vic turns to head wherever he is going and abruptly runs right into Sully Sphinx who happened to be coming up behind him. Vic bums straight into him and being shorter than Sully, backs up a stumbling step before looking up with bulging insane eyes...it doesn't take much to piss Vic off... "Watch where you're going faggot!" "I'd watch your mouth before I put my fist through it...kid." "Kid! ...... Kid?!!" It's so on... WHACK...SNAP....SMASH! During the fray the camera gets knocked back so that all that is heard are the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, bones snapping, and finally glass shattering. The cameraman rights himself and pans back to show Sully shoved halfway through a vending machine. His head is hidden in the mangle of the machine and buried under Nutty Bars. Sully's body rests on its knees and hangs there lifeless as Vic heaves in breathes of air. Then another voice is heard... "What the hell son?! I wanted to get a Nutty Bar you son of a bitch!" The voice coming from behind Vic's back is none other than Stone Cold Steve Austin. The crowd roars for this meeting of legend and legend and especially for Vic's reaction. Creed slowly closes his eyes...and crinks his neck inch by inch so that every pop of each tendon can be audible... "Are you deaf, stupid ass?" Vic mutters under his breath a moment...almost as if he is praying for forgiveness for what he is about to do. Then without warning, Vic whips around, actually launching his body into the air and knocking over the monitor and stand...which sends the cameraman back down to the floor as the monitor and stand hit him... "Idiotic...motherfu..." An entire dictionaries-worth of foul language flows forth from Vic's mouth. It is accompanied by the sound of skulls cracking, wood smashing, and yells of pain. When the cameraman finally gets up this time...Stone Cold is out cold...laying in the remains of what was a wooden crate. Bleeding from many wounds, Steve Austin is definitely in no better shape than Sully Sphinx. Vic casually wipes the blood off his bare arms and chest, slowing his breathing a bit. It's at that moment Jeff Scogan comes walking up nonchalantly. "Holy cow...did you do all this? These were my opponents tonight." Vic looks at Jeff and shrugs. "Guess you win then." Jeff looks down at Stone Cold, then over at Sully. He gives a shrug as well. "Fine by me...free night off." Vic nods and heads off. Jeff carefully steps over Stone Cold and to the vending machine. He selects a Nutty Bar and happily unwraps it. He relishes the tasty nougat and walks away as the show cuts to the ring... ~::~ Match 1 Kael Blackstone Vs Ielahiah Creed Match Type Regulation Match Highlight The new comer in the form of Ielahiah Creed, younger sister of WCWF Legend Vic Creed, simply dominated this match from the start of the bell. Using her brawling experience she took it to Kael and never let up. The poor ECWF journalist/wrestler barely got a few punches in. With the match being a complete 'girl fight' Ielahiah maintained the advantage. Yet the most stunning move came when Creed executed a top turnbuckle hurricanrana which literally forced Kael to topple over the top rope and crash to the floor below. Major whiplash there. Match Ending The fight continued on the outside til just before the ten count, by which Creed rolled back in. Not bothering to go back out the ref restarted his count. Kael had been knocked into next year by a vicious roundhouse right and lay sprawled on the floor until the ten count. Match Winner Ielahiah Creed ~::~ "Always" by Saliva begins to play and the whole arena boos for the ECWF champion as Bolt walks out. He has a sledgehammer in his hand and the 'Legendary' EWF championship fastened around his waist. Paul Monk: "Looks like Bolt is making good on his promise. He's going to be the Big Brother to many ECWF superstars." Lester Sykes: "That just proves ECWF superstars can't fight fair!" Bolt takes his place on the far end of the ring, near the announcer's table. He casts a menacing look at Lester, letting Sykes know he heard him. "Crashed " by Daughtry blares over the P.A. system as Hayden Claxton walks out from backstage with an intimidating face. He starts walking towards the ring looking out at the fans hearing mixed reactions, but ignores them and reaches the steps. Hayden jumps on the apron and goes over the top rope walking around the ring in a slow motion. Paul Monk: "I'm rooting for Hayden to pick up a win tonight. I don't hold his loss at Demolition against him." Lester Sykes: "That makes one of us..." The crowd begins to rumble as Hysteria begins to play throughout the building, the music pumping high into the cheap seats as bright lights shine through the crowd before they move up towards the stage where Aspen steps out. She grins, her legs spread a bit as she holds her arms up with a grin before kicking one leg back and starting towards the stage. Aspen high-fives a few fans before running and jumping up on the ring apron, stepping into the middle before looking over her shoulder at the fans with a smile. She steps between the ropes into the ring, bouncing off them once, ready for action. Aspen glances at Bolt and Bolt nods back. Lester Sykes: "He's going to make sure Aspen wins, just you watch..." ~::~ Match 2 Aspen Vs Hayden Claxton Match Type Regulation Match Highlight In this very back and forth match Hayden, made an intense effort to redeem himself from the performance at Demolition. And the effort paid off as Aspen was out on her feet for an Irish Whip. Hayden caught her off the rebound from the ropes to deliver a spinebuster which shook the ring on impact and caused Aspen to roar in pain. Sensing victory near, Hayden hit the Piledriver finishing manuver. The even bigger surprise came when Aspen kicked out just before the three. Match Ending After the monumental kick out, the match continued for several minutes, with Aspen taking the lead. Hayden managed to get in a few good shots, nearly locking in his chicken-wing submission, but Aspen was too fast for him. Slipping out she hit the ropes and rebounded with a flying clothesline. Lifting Hayden to his feet, she took a blunt blow to the ribs in the form of an elbow smash. Hayden attempted to whip her back to the ropes, but Aspen manager the reversal. Then BOOM! Hayden gets nailed with the 'White Out' (spinning Capoeira kick) off the ropes and goes down. From there it is a tense three count, but Aspen picked up the win. Match Winner Aspen ~::~ Hayden rolls out of the ring, the look of discouragement on his face. Bolt smirks and watches him leave with the sledgehammer resting comfortably over his shoulder. He gives Aspen a highfive as she passes him on her way backstage. Lester Sykes: "Damn it! Who hired that waster?! That's two weeks in a row he's failed to get a win for WCWF. If I was in charge I'd fire him." Paul Monk: "Well I guess its good you are not in charge then Lester. Because the guy still put up a good a fight as anyone. Today was just not his day." "Tick Tick Boom" starts to play over all the speakers in the building as cheap lights flash all around the entrance area. After a second or two out steps Bobby Peru, wearing his ring gear with a track jacket on top, holding his arms out with a grin on his face, chewing on a wad of gum. He holds both his fists up in the air before heading down the rampway. He then runs, sliding under the ropes into the ring, laying on the mat on his side with a grin before spinning up to his feet. He then gets up on the turnbuckle, pointing at the crowd with his hands and winking at the camera before hopping down. Lester Sykes: "Well if it isn't fag-boy from ECWF. Wonder what he wants?" Paul Monk: "He's getting a microphone now, so hush." Bobby Peru grins as he lifts the microphone up to speak. The WCWF crowd gives him a bit of a hard time since he is an ECWF superstar, but it does not phase Bobby Peru. Bobby Peru: "Please hold you applause until Bobby Peru is finished ladies and gentlemen, because I promise you that what I have to say is going to put a shine in your day and smile on your faces. See, I've been biding my time, waiting to see how this new war would swing. So far its lasted far longer than Bobby Peru expected. I bet on only two days and things would be back to normal. Unfortunately not. This has forced Bobby Peru to make a very important decision. And that is to challenge the butt-ugly Women's World champion to a match for the title!" Lester Sykes: "You gotta be kiddin me..." Paul Monk: "I think that is rather unorthodox." The crowd boos but Bobby takes it all in stride. Bobby Peru: "You need to face the facts WCWF. I, Bobby Peru would make a much more 'appealing', Women's World champion than the woman who currently holds it. Because no one does photoshoots like Bobby Peru! Now I know that Kacie Church has also made a challenge. Well all I can say is that Bobby Peru's challenge is MUCH more important. Especially since he is unmarried and living the single life like a TRUE rock-star! I'd make a more interesting women's champ than Ms. Susie Home-maker. So Sariel...care to add one more to that match? And before you even think it...Bobby Peru holds no prejudice between those in WCWF or ECWF. Because the way I see it both you ladies are in my way. In two weeks I expect to make wrestling history once again!" Peru's theme starts to play and he leaves the ring to a hail of boos. Stiil, Bobby seems determined to get his shot at the Women's title...regardless of his gender. Bolt simply shakes his head, maybe in disgust, as Peru heads up the ramp. The show fades to a quick commercial break. ~::~ Match 3 Glycerine & Christian Vs John Cena & Stacy Cena Match Type Regulation Tag Team Match Highlight Christian and John Cena have dominated this match since the start. Neither man wanting to tag out, each having something to prove. The past couple of wins Christian had gained on Cena seemed to get erased tonight as John was simply on fire. Christian took some major punishment, but not without dishing out some of his own. however the upper hand belonged to John and Christian knew he had to do something. So after manipulating a hip toss to take down both John and the ref standing near him...Christian used the time to expose the turnbuckle. It was then that the tide turned as Christian whipped John so hard to the corner the ring shook. Cena roared in pain and fell to his knees. Bolt looked none to happy but didn't jump the gun just yet. Christian then hit the Unprettier... Match Ending Lester Sykes: "Smart man, going for the cover! Send that fake rapper to his demise!" Paul Monk: "So uncalled for..." The ref dives down to make the count. Both Glycerine and Stacy watch anxiously with each slap of the refs hand... 1... 2... 3! Lester Sykes: "Son of a...!" John kicks out. The few ECWF fans in attendance cheer loudly as Bolt claps his hands. Christian shakes his head angrily. Now Glycerine stomps her foot on the apron like a bull ready to charge with her hand stretched out. Christian heads toward her...but John grabs his arm. Paul Monk: "He's got the hammerlock applied and now is whipping Christian to the ropes." On the rebound, John begins the Five Moves of Doom with a rocketing clothesline. The WCWF start to boo and Glycerine is aching to get in this thing, but the ref has his eye on both ladies. Lester Sykes: "What's AJ doing here?!" AJ Styles hops the barricade to the WCWF fans alike. You can see in his how much he wants to dive into the ring and help his tag partner...yet he is confronted by and all too happy Bolt... WHACK! Paul Monk: "Bloody Murder!" One solid crack to the cranium with the sledgehammer sends AJ crumbling to the mat. Bolt grins wide as he then hauls AJ up to his feet and big boots him back down. The action on the outside had caught John's attention momentarily, which allowed Christian to dive to his corner and tag in Glycerine. Lester Sykes: "Stone's Enforcer is finally in!" Paul Monk: "And like the noble warrior he is, John tags out to his wife." John steps out as Stacy steps in. Glycerine nods her head with a grin while Christian watches in horror to what is happening to his tag team partner. Lester Sykes: "Bolt is a sick, sick man!" Paul Monk: "Choking someone out with the handle of a sledgehammer is not something a sane man would do now is it?" AJ thrashes around and his body gets snapped side to side as Bolt pressed the sledgehammer handle deep into his throat, thoroughly punishing Aj for attempting to interfere in an WCWF vs ECWF match...just like the 'Legendary' EWF Champion promised... Lester Sykes: "Rip her clothes off!" Lester's attention is more so on the chick fight going on inside the ring. Glycerine and Stacy trade blows and to Glycerine's surprise, Stacy is more skilled than she gave her credit for. Mrs. Cena hits her with a high knee strike, doubling Glycercine over, before taking a fist full of her hair and drilling her face into the mat with a sick bulldog. Paul Monk: "Is hair pulling legal?" Lester Sykes: "I don't know but oddly...I think Glycerine actually liked it?" Glycerine stands up with a wide smirk on her face while Stacy gloats. Glycerine checks her lip and seems to happy to find a bit of blood. She licks it off her lip with one seductive stroke of her tongue before turning around to face her opponent. Stacy smiles sweetly then gives her the "you can't see me" taunt, before immediately attempting to swing a powerful kick into Glycerine's lower regions. Paul Monk: "Nice dragon screw by the Enforcer!" Glycerine counters with a quick dragon screw. She hops back up to her feet and charges at Stacy, clobbering the girl with a clothesline. Lester Sykes: "My, god...is he STILL beating him?!" Outside the ring AJ takes even more punishment as Bolt gorilla presses him and bounces his body off the edge of the barricade. Christian simply shakes his head while seeing this, knowing better than to attempt a save... Paul Monk: "Stacy is back on the attack here..." Mrs. Cena squirms out of a suplex attempt and then counters with a DDT. Feeling confident, Stacy hauls Glycerine up over her shoulders for her husband's F.U. Yet Stacy loses her grip a bit as Glycerine starts to struggle. Before Stacy can follow through with the death valley driver, Glycerine shifts her weight back. Both ladies fall to the mat backwards, with Stacy landing on her back and Glycerine on her side. But STacy still has her arms wrapped around Glycerine, so it is a simple shift of weight and roll over that pins Stacy's shoulders to the mat and tosses her long legs straight up in the air. The ref dives to the mat to count... 1! 2! 3! Paul Monk: "Glycerine picks up the win for WCWF!" "FUCKIN' POSERS!" Rockstar" by N.E.R.D plays over the PA system as Glycerine's hand is raised. Stacy sits up with a blank look on her face. John shakes his head. Lester Sykes: "Jesus H. Christ! Make him stop!" Bolt removes a section of the floor mat to expose the concrete. With an evil grin he picks up the lifeless AJ and hits the Lightning Bolt down on the hard surface. Christian hops down off the apron and looks at Bolt who offers ever so kindly for him to pick up his bleeding tag team partner, going so far as to vow he would not touch a hair on Christian's head. But with a shake of his head, Christian leaves the ring and goes backstage with Glycerine. Match Winner Glycerine & Christian ~::~ The show cuts to the backstage as John and Stacy sit together on a couple of crates. The WCWF crowd jeers them and taunts them for their loss as they talk. Stacy Cena: "I'm so sorry John, I don't know what happened." John Cena: "Don't worry about it Stacy. You win some you lose some." At that moment, ECWF President Seth Granger comes up to them. Seth Granger: "You know John is right Stacy. There is no need to worry. You fought a good match and Bolt's beating of AJ Styles was just hilarious. But I came to see you for something important John. See, in an effort to be more entertaining and keep up with WCWF...ECWF is also going to have its champion defend the title next week on Madness. And after the battles you and Bolt had gone through at Demolition, I have no choice but to give you another shot at the 'Legendary' EWF Championship. So John, tend your wounds and prepare to face Bolt in a championship match for our main event next week...good luck. Seth leaves John and Stacy with a nod. John is left sitting there in wonderment. He now has another chance at glory, another shot at holding the top gold in the company. And all he has to do is beat the "biggest" challenge he's ever faced to do so... ~::~ Match 4 Shane Douglas Vs Genocide Vs Aidan Fergus Match Type Triple Threat Match Highlight Had this been a hardcore rules match then these three competitors would feel right at home. Unfortunately the regulation rules were a major factor in Genocide's and Douglas' performance. Aidan managed to fair well against the both of them, fending off a double team attack at one point with the quickness and agility of a split dropkick. And it was Aidan who stole the show as he ascended the turnbuckle and launched his body at his two assailants with a corkscrew attack that connected with an impact! Match Ending Several minutes had gone by and all three men had worn each other down. It was now not a question of who was fresher, but who had more endurance. Aidan traded punches with Genocide after Elliot downed Douglas with the Three Floor Drop. The ECWF Extreme champ toppled Genocide over the top rope with a clothesline...only to turn around and walk into a stiff tassel boot. Douglas Franchised the Extreme champion and pinned him for the three count. Match Winner Shane Douglas Main Event Justin Spirit Vs Jude Malice TLC Match WCWF Undisputed World Championship The cameras open up on the WCWF Arena after the long commercial break and immediately rest upon the gate area as �I�m Not Jesus� By Apocalyptica begins to play over the P.A System. Immediately the fans jump to their feet and cheer as the WCWF Hardcore Icon; Jude Malice makes his way out to the top of the ramp. Dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a black �Apocalyptica� T-shirt, he has a black skullcap on over his head and a mischievous expression on his face Julie Styles � Welcome back to WCWF Monday Night Massacre! Paul Monk � This promises to be extra� �Brootal�, and it looks like Jude Malice isn�t coming to the park alone tonight. Behind Jude walks the seven foot-four inch tall monster known as Dozer, and as the man-beast stops at Jude�s right side; the young and rather small Lacey Chalice makes her out and to his left. She is dressed in a black skirt, fishnet stockings and a white �Evanescence� shirt, however most people don�t know a whole lot about her aside from the fact that she follows Malice around with some sorta idolatry Julie Styles � What a strange assembly of people too, of course I guess you can�t expect much more when it comes to a guy like Jude Malice Jude, Dozer & Lacey make their way down the ramp and past the fifteen foot tall ladder before reaching the ringside area, Jude rolls in under the ropes then walks to the corner before taking a seat in it to await the WCWF World Champion. Dozer and Lacey remain on the outside patrolling the ringside area as they await the arrival of the Iceman Paul Monk � Now you have to ask yourself, what�s the likely hood that these two are going to get involved in this match and try to help Jude become the Champion tonight? Julie Styles � I�d say that it�s probably pretty high, but we all know that Bolt promised to get involved in every match that had outside interference. And even though there are no ECWF Superstars in danger here, he really dislikes Jude and Rex Dozer The cameras pan over to the ramp as the lights go completely dark� The crowd stands on their feet buzzing in anticipation, and their excitement is quickly met with an EXPLOSION of fireworks as �Downfall� By Trust Company begins to play over the arena P.A system. Paul Monk � Here he comes, the WCWF UNDISPUTED World Champion! The lights fade into a deep blue color and as a spotlight illuminates the ramp way, Justin makes his way out dressed in a pair of light gray cargo pants and a navy blue �Iceman� t-shirt. The WCWF Championship is missing from his shoulder as it hangs high above the ring, however a confident smirk resides on his face as his blue eyes lock in on the ring as Jude pulls himself up to his feet Julie Styles � These people are on their feet, they just LOVE this guy! He takes a deep breath surveying the surroundings; a ladder stands setup at the base of the ramp alone with one table unfolded in front of the ring. Inside the ring there is a table leaning up against the turnbuckle, two steel chairs in the middle of the ring and a ladder folded up in the other turnbuckle. He nodded slowly to himself and made his way down the ramp, walking past the ladder; Justin steps up on the stairs and glides across the apron before jumping over the ropes and into the ring. Paul Monk � Justin is certainly surrounded, I hope that Bolt is intent on keeping his word tonight Justin�s music fades out and the lights return to normality as both he and Jude circle around one another in the ring, to Justin; This is personal� And to Malice, this is an opportunity to once again be held in regard as the best in the business� -ding-ding-ding- The bell rings and immediately both men lock up in the grapple, of course Justin takes the immediate advantage as he�s traversed in this style of wrestling and before Jude knows it, he�s on the mat in a headlock. The fans buzz over the early action and Jude quickly reacts by grabbing a fistful of Justin�s hair and yanking back in it as hard as he can to get the Iceman to break the hold� Of course, Spirit lets up and both men scamper to reach their feet first Julie Styles � Both men are back on their feet, and Malice is out of the ring already! Jude rolls out of the ring immediately and shakes off the stiffness before turning his own ice gaze onto Spirit who remained defiantly in the ring� It had become very obvious that this guy wasn�t here to dance a ballet tonight, he was pissed and he meant business. Paul Monk � Spirit�s got one of those chairs! After picking up a folding chair, Justin motions for Jude to get into the ring� This gets a smirk out of Malice who walks around the side of the ring past Lacey before stopping and dropping to one knee; he digs under the apron and after only a moment. Jude stands up with his wooden baseball bat in hand; he�d placed it here earlier today for just such an occasion, and as soon as he rolls back into the ring. Malice is forced to duck out of the way of a chair shot, coming to a stop; he pivots on his foot and turns as Justin SMACKS the top turnbuckle Julie Styles � And Justin hits the turnbuckle! Paul Monk � OH the humanity! Jude takes the immediate opening on Justin�s ribs and CRACKS him in the side with the baseball bat; Iceman lets out a loud roar and drops to his knees before clutching his ribs. Julie lets out a loud �eeps!� from the booth as Malice follows up with another smack with the bat, this time across Justin�s back� The Iceman now goes face first to the ring mat. Julie Styles � Oh no! Paul Monk � This is where Malice thrives� This is his environment and Justin�s been out of his comfort zone since this things started! After discarding the weapon, Jude turns his attention to the table that�s leaning upright against a turnbuckle� This cheers him up quite a bit and with a cackle he makes his way across the ring before pulling it out and unfolding the legs. The fans buzz as Malice sets the table up then drags it across the ring to where Justin remains clutching his ribs in pain Julie Styles � Justin is in real trouble! Paul Monk � You can say that twice! Lacey jumps up and down with excitement on the outside as Jude pulls Justin up and sets him on the top turnbuckle, he then steps up into the middle turnbuckle pad and hooks the Iceman�s head. However before Jude can secure Justin�s arm� The Champ fights back with a few punches to the side before shoving Jude back; the arena roars with approval as Malice CRASHES through the table. Justin grimaces and then jumps off the turnbuckle before landing the elbow drop across Malice�s chest. Paul Monk � Justin gets free� And Jude just went through the table! Julie Styles � The Elbow Drop! Both men lie sprawled out on the mat motionless for what seems like it could be an eternity, but eventually Jude begins to stir and it�s not too long before Justin follows suit dragging himself towards the ropes. Jude is the first up to his feet however and looks towards Justin who still favors his bruised ribcage, this is an opening and Malice takes it with a burst of speed� Charging in, he leaps up with a big splash; but Spirit sees it coming and drops allowing Jude to go chest first into the ladder that remains leaning up against the turnbuckle! Paul Monk � Here comes the splash� And he misses! Julie Styles � That would�ve sandwiched Justin into the ladder, but now it�s Jude who has felt its steel wrath! As Jude staggers backward, Justin lunges forward with an effective chop-block that takes the Hardcore Icon right off his feet! Suddenly Jude is on his back in pain and Justin is up to his feet, the iceman immediately grabs the ladder out of the corner before lifting it up and driving the head of it downward into Jude�s ribcage. Malice yelps in pain as the metal ladder clangs on impact Julie Styles � And another! Justin�s on the attack!!! Her enthusiasm oozes through the microphone as Julie calls the match while Justin brings the ladder up and then drives it into Jude�s midsection once again. Paul Monk � Spirit�s just beating Jude with that ladder! After a fourth and final shot, Justin steps away from Malice and looks upwards at his championship� This was his opportunity and he unfolded the ladder underneath the championship that dangled some twenty feet above his head. After taking one last glance at Jude, Justin looks back upward and with a grimace he reaches up and takes the first step onto the ladder Julie Styles � He�s climbing the ladder! Justin reaches up and grabs the next step before making it up one more notch, however before he can get too much further Jude grabs the back of his shirt and jerks him off the side of the ladder. Justin hits the mat backside first and rolls to his side in pain as Jude bends over to recalibrate his own anguish. Paul Monk � Both these guys have taken some damage to the ribcage, and it�s really affecting both men Julie Styles � I can�t imagine how tough it is to climb that ladder because of it Suddenly the fans begin to buzz and all attention shifts to the side of the ring as Kacie Church rolls in with a steel chair in hand, and before Jude�s enforcer can even react she charges in with the weapon high above her head and swings downward with all of her might towards Jude�s head �SMACK!� Paul Monk � MALICE GOT OUT OF THE WAY! Julie Styles � She just clobbered Justin by accident! As Jude ducks out of the way, he pivots and plants his feet just in time to watch Kacie just about decapitate her own husband with the chair. Immediately Justin drops to the mat sprawled out and after dropping the chair Kacie puts her hands over her face in absolute horror. Paul Monk � And here comes Dozer! Without warning, Dozer comes flying in with a big boot that catches Kacie off guard and sends her flipping through the air before coming down on her stomach� He glares down at her with a big grin on his face as Jude begins to ascend the ladder to the top Julie Styles � I can�t believe this is happening!... It can�t end like this! The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Jude reaches up and grabs the WCWF Undisputed championship free from its steel cable, the bell rings and �I�m not Jesus� Begins to play over the P.A system once again Paul Monk � Kacie has just cost her husband the World Championship� And now, we�ve got a new champion in the form of that man! Julie buries her head in her hands with exasperation as Jude holds the championship up over his head while standing atop of the ladder. Flashbulbs riddle the arena and the crowd begins to cheer their WCWF legend as the cameras fade away to the WCWF logo and the end of the show�. |