_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ Brought to you by: http://members.home.net/iwfwow/index.htm IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW # I got my head checked # # By a jumbo jet # # It wasn't easy but nothing is # # No # [The screen starts off by showing the IWF/WOW logo, and then it fades and begins to show clips. It starts off with The New Milennium, Badd Attitude, and the Lightning Bolts in a huge three way brawl. That then changes over to Christian Romick attacking The Prophet.] # When I feel heavy metal # # And I'm pins and I'm needles # # Well I lie and I'm easy # # All the time but I am never sure # # Why I need you # # Pleased to meet you # [The screen continues to show more highlights, including Razor Ron Jeremy fighting Cooper Concrete. Tommy Lionheart and Tommy Grayson fighting it out in the ring, and then shows Steve West hitting a superplex on the Angel of Death.] # I got my head down # # When I was young # # It's not my problem # # It's not my problem # [The screen now shows Bullet attacking Sean Ryder in a match. Then it shows Hightower and Amy coming down to the ring. Then is shows The Syndicate at Chris Fisher's mansion drinking champagne.] # When I feel heavy metal # # And I'm pins and I'm needles # # Well I lie and I'm easy # # All the time but I am never sure # # Why I need you # # Pleased to meet you # [As the song continues, more highlights are shown of Mike Marconi and James Monosso fighting outside the ring. Then we see Daemeon Winters and Magnus Colby going all out on each other in the Countdown to the Milennium, followed by Fusion and Kyle Combs fighting it out in the center of the ring.] # Yeah Yeah # # Yeah Yeah # # Yeah Yeah # # Oh Yeah # [As the song finishes, we see a few more brief highlights of wrestlers coming down to the ring. Those wrestlers include Dan Watterson, Sean Ryder, Mike Barlow, Fusion, Simply Stunning, Alex Extreme, Payne, Jim Shaw, and Jaason Steele. Finally, just as the song finishes and they're showing Cooper Concrete winning the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight title.] Jim Robson: Welcome to Vancouver, BC, Canada! We're live from the sold out GM Place! Christmas Madness 4! Can you believe there have been 4 Christmas Madness PPVs? Tonight should be a great show. Let's take a look at the card. [Ladder match] Sean "Sky" Ryder vs Bullet [Santa Hat on a Pole match] Tommy "Lord" Lionheart vs "Moral Degeneracy" Tommy Grayson [US National title hardcore match] Fusion vs "The Meat Machine" Mike Marconi [No DQ, Falls Count in Eaton's Store match] Jaason Steele & "Armed & Dangerous" Paul Krutsch vs "The Professor" Steve West & "The WidowMaker" Magnus Colby [First Blood match] "The Black Messiah" Christian Romick vs The Prophet [World Tag Team title match] New Millenium vs Badd Attitude vs Lightning Bolts [World title match] Razor Ron Jeremy vs Cooper Concrete Countdown to the Millenium [Angel of Death, Chris Fisher, Daemon Winters, Hightower, The Prophet] [The jumbo-tron lights up to show a black Corvette pulling into the backstage area of the arena.] Jim Robson: Well, a black Corvette has just arrived here and we're wondering just who could be inside of that car. [The door of the Vette opens and HADES's head emerges as the crowd is heard going nuts. Hades has a bandage over the left side of his forehead from the beating he received on Monday Mayhem, and he is also carrying an aluminum baseball bat. He looks none too happy as he slams his car door shut. Anthony Edwards is seen running from off camera to get a few words with the former World Champion.] Anthony Edwards: Hades...Hades! Can I get a few comments from you. Why are you in the building?? You're not scheduled to be on the card tonight! [Hades continues his brisk pace into the building as Anthony Edwards hurries to keep up with him.] HADES: That's what you have to say to me after 4 months! What the matter, Tony?? No "welcome back", no "long time no see"??? Anthony Edwards: Oh....um....it's nice to see you in the I/W again, Hades. HADES: Shut the hell up, Edwards. Don't try to placate me because I am not in the mood! Anthony Edwards (taken aback): I'm sorry, Hades, I just was wondering why you're here.... HADES: Why am I here?? I'd think that that would be pretty obvious to everyone, Tony, but I'll tell you anyways! Several reasons, Tony! Because I am the highest paid I/W athlete and I should be here because of that! Because someone has to make this sorry ass excuse for a pay-per-view event interesting and give it some buy-rate! And first and foremost, Tony, I am here to make the Syndicate's night a virtual....living....HELL!!! [The crowd is heard again going nuts over that comment. A "HA-DES" chant is heard, which even Hades himself can now hear all the way in the locker room area. Hades stops in mid-stride and looks around confusedly.] HADES: What in the hell is their problem?? Anthony Edwards: I think they're happy to see yet another man in this alliance against the Syndicate. [Hades gets an annoyed look on his face and turns to face Edwards.] HADES: Get this straight, Tony, because I'm only going to tell you this once. I am in no type of alliance with ANYONE! Let alone any worthless never-will-bes like Hightower and Cooper Concrete! They may have helped me out on Monday, and I will return the favor. But I am not returning the favor for THEM and I am certainly not returning the favor for any of these fans! I am going to beat the living hell out of each and every last member of the Syndicate for ME, and no one else! Get it straight! [The fans are heard cheering anyway! And an even louder "HA-DES!" chant is heard echoing through the locker rooms. Hades gets an extremely annoyed and confused look on his face as if he's about to yell. Instead he bites his lip and shakes his head.] HADES: Whatever! I've got work to do, Tony.......this interview's over! [Hades storms off-camera, with bat in hand. Anthony Edwards shakes his head in confusion at his departure.] Jim Robson: Hades is here tonight! Who knows what he is going to do! Here are a few comments recorded earlier today from John "Hellraiser" Grenchen and Cooper Concrete! --IWF/WOW TRASHTALK-- --IWF/WOW TRASHTALK-- --IWF/WOW TRASHTALK-- [[Fades in at a dark room with only a fire in the middle nothing but the fire exists in the room. The crackle of the fire pops loud. The continuing sound of the poping doesn't stop. It keeps going only louder and louder.]] JHG - I am a blight in the land. And everything I touch shall wither and DIE! [Lights go on and JHG has his back turned. He turns around a gives a smile] JHG - And if you don't like that well B-O-O H-O-O. I don't give a freakin' &^#% about what you like or don't like. I'm a hellraiser. The one and ONLY 100% pure no artifical additives or preservitives Hellraiser in the IWF/WoW. And I think I made a VERY good point proving that point on Dan "The Boy" Watterson. How I made that fumbling idiot feel such disgrace! [[He touches the fire and it expands in height]] JHG - But I'm not through yet. Not with Dan anyway. What was the thing he said? "Who the hell is that guy?". I think that was the sentence he said. Well, I guess I shall answer that question Mr. he-grabbed-my-tights. And I thought the souls of purgatory complained. He's worse. I'm, like I said before, a Hellraiser. Someone who eats away people's sanity. Someone who sears one's flesh, bone, and soul. The soul is my favorite part. So delicious if you ask me. Now, I may be a newcomer here Boy, but I've got more skill in my left hand than you do in your whole body. AND I'M RIGHT HANDED TOO! I'm also one of those people who say 'I'm gonna raise hell'. Only there's a difference. When they say it they are just going to make your life miserable as they possibly can. Me? I make your life more miserable than HUMANLY possible. Now frankly here you are whining also about some kind of Blashphemy. Who the HELL worships you? I want to hunt that one person down, other than yourself of course. The only man who so unpopular with the people in the fans that HE doesn't write fan mail to himself also. Dan, you are NOT a religion, and if you are than have the apocalypse come now because then the world will WANT itself end. It is a very grotesque thought of people worshiping you. Especially when they now have someone like myself to worship now. [[Gets a glass of boiling hot water and chugs it down and gets a shiver]] JHG - ACK! TOO COLD! Speaking of cold I have noticed that there is a PPV without me gracing it. And isn't that SAD? But I do have a surprise for all you lucky people now. Unlike anyone else, I care about my potential hellraisers. You'll soon see the surprise and you'll enjoy it very much --IWF/WOW TRASHTALK-- --IWF/WOW TRASHTALK-- --IWF/WOW TRASHTALK-- At a gym just outside of Boston, Massachusetts... the IWFWOW World Champ has returned to his home grounds in preparation for his match at Christmas Madness. Cooper Concrete and his manager the lovely Kelly James are caught up by the IWFWOW camera crew...and here are their comments. Cooper Concrete: Before I talk to you folks about the PPV this weekend, I've got a few select words for a couple guys who recently made their way back on to the airwaves of IWFWOW. And those guys happen to be the two guys who I defeated to become World Champion. Hades, the first time, and Steve West for my second time. Gentlemen, all of sudden both of you come crawling out from underneath the rocks you've been hiding, and immediatley you want a piece of the Man With the Plan. And who blames you? It sucks to lose in such a fashion as you both did, but let's face it fellas - you brought it upon yourselves. Hades, the drinking took over your ability to be a true World Champ, and it's too bad, man, you had the potential to be an excellent role model for this fine organization...instead, yours truly - with a clear mind and perserverence, defeated you cleanly. Not even Heidi Leick could stop me from acheiving my biggest goal ever in e-wrestling. Steve West, to be honest with you Professor - I don't know what you're bitching about. You laid the World Title on the line against me, and clearly stated under any stipulation that I want, you would defend the title. Sorry Steve, but we all know that I took you to school that night...the Man's plans worked out perfectly, and here I am still wearing the gold. And not only have a been a fighting champion, I've been busting my hump pulling double duty at times to keep the fans entertained...but to no complaints. I've had everything thrown at me including the kitchen sink, and as usual I'm still standing tall. So, Hades, Steve West - you want a piece of me, you can have it on the first Mayhem of the Millennium. Then, I'll prove without a doubt, neither one of you could hold a candle to me...until then - back off - because I've got some business to take care of at the PPV. Namely one, Razor Ron Jeremy... Razor Ron, you've unleashed the Madness within the World Champ... Noone, and I mean noone puts their hands on my woman! You've crossed a line Jeremy, one that goes beyond the ever-so-humble misdemeanor of the IWFWOW World Champ. You want to play games, getting signatures for a World Title shot, involve the New Millenium in your shenanigans...well, my friend...at Christmas Madness you're gonna play by my rules. You come up with this crazy Boot match - to be perfectly honest with ya, I don't care what kind of a contest it is--- your actions are unneccessary, and believe me you're gonna pay. Now with that get that messed up brain working in that dense skull of yours,think about what you care about the most in your life, and have that taken away from you in a blink of an eye... That's precisely what's gonna happen at the PPV, Ron...I've thought about our friendly rivalry, and you've taken it to the next level...you're no match for the World Champ, Ron - it's been proven over and over again, and at Christmas Madness - the only gift you're gonna get is a swift kick in your ass! IF YA DON'T LIKE IT.... READ BETWEEN THE LINES!!!! (Cooper Concrete and Kelly James flash the 3:B signal as the scene fades to black.) -------------------------------------------- JR: The heated rivalry between Sean Ryder and Bullet has been one huge, back and forth war, resulting in great matches, sneak attacks, and new twists to both men. Bullet has done everything from fall from the top of scaffold to beating Ryder with a crowbar and stuffing a urinal cake in his mouth. [Tape of Bullet and SSR dueling in the scaffold match, then Bullet beating Ryder with the crowbar.] JR: Bullet is the die-hard, no holds barred psycho going into this ladder match, the most grueling kind of match known today. [Bullet is seen kicking a ladder over backstage, in anger.] JR: While Bullet's the technical mastermind and definetly the tougher of the two, Sean Ryder, the mental patient from Mexico, has 4 wins over Bullet while Bullet has one. Ryder has become obssesed with the idea of putting Bullet down, it has truly consumed this young man. He changed parts of his image, lost his car, even his former manager 'Jesus is missing and presumed dead. [Tape of SSR and 'Jesus in the ghetto, then SSR hitting Bullet with the Rough Ryder.] JR: The events of the past month have finally culminated into this ladder match, with two men who have increased their reputations greatly. We have word from Edwards that SSR is headed to the ring... [Scene switches to SSR backstage with Edwards] Anthony Edwards: Now on his way to the ring for what is sure to be a legendary ladder match, Sean Ryder, Crash Corino, and former represenative of the National Organazation of Women, Carrie O' Connor! [The CWB and Carrie come into the scene, SSR doesn't have luchadore mask, but is still dressed in his everyday clothes and the new SSR t-shirt, that has the "Yield to SSR" sign on the front, then says "Make your punk ass famous" in bloody red on the back. Carrie has on a "revealing" Mrs. Claus outfit on, and stands around looking sexy as usual. Crash has his hair spraypainted red and white like a candy cane now, and is dressed like he's going to a rock concert as usual.] SSR: You know, I've been training in the gym for a whole week, I gained like 3 pounds, and I've been watching every good ladder match in wrestling. I've only drawn to one conclusion... [Phil Clinton comes in, booing SSR.] Phil Clinton: Ryder, you must be a moron to think that 3 pounds of fat is going to help you win. I've been watching every one of your matches and I haven't seen a good one yet. I mean a scaffold match? This isn't Georgia in the 80s! So why don't you take Crash Bandikoo or Holly and Sinead O'Connor... SSR: You know, I've tried to ignore your mouth because it's natural for bitches like you to run your mouth and never back it up. Of course if you want to really back up your words and grow some balls...I'd be happy to show you why I'm the Crazy White Boy of the I/W. Phil Clinton: This isn't Tennessee in the 80s! You want to get it on? I'm right here! SSR: Nah...I'll pass. You're just an immature dude with a loud mouth and years of never gettin' laid. My friend, no white guy in history has been in need of head more than you. [Phil Clinton eyes him down as SSR turns around, and shoves him. SSR turns around slightly.] SSR: Oh, and one more thing, Phil. Cliton: What, loser? SSR: Yield to SSR. [Ryder takes the yield sign and nails Clinton across the head, leaving another dent in the sign and knocking Clinton to the ground. SSR walks off to the ring as "Beautiful" Diaster starts up.] JR: Ryder just pasted Phil Clinton! Is he crazy or something?! He could have just attracted the wrath of the entire Pain Inc.! Ringside security is rushing to help Clinton. He looks like his head is cut open. He's going to have that looked at. Francine: The following match is a ladder match, with NO time limit! Introducing first... ["Some X Shit" by DMX begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos loudly as the spotlight shines down onto the entranceway.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Queens, New York, standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 234 pounds, here is ... BULLET!!!!! [ Bullet comes from behind the curtain wearing a "Thugged Out" T-Shirt over his wrestling gear which is made up of a Owen Hart type plain black suit with a golden bullet down each leg. He walks to the ring staring at the fans and even threatning to spit on some of them. He gives the finger to one and almost hits the man beside him. Bullet enters the ring and climbs a corner to even louder boos. ] JR: The ever popular Bullet. Crowd: ASSHOLE, ASSHOLE, ASSHOLE! ["Bawitdaba" by begins to play into the arena, and the lights go out. The crowd goes crazy with cheer, and fireworks fly up the aisle like dynamite on a stick, then when it reaches the entrance it blows up, and there's SSR, Crash Corino, and Carrie O'Connor standing with their arms in the air, working the crowd.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Mexico, New York standing 5 feet 11 inches and weighing 225 pounds,accompanied to the ring by Crash Corino and Carrie O' Connor, here is ... "The Crazy White Boy" SEAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN "SKY" RYYYYYYYYYYDER!!!!! [Sean Ryder walks out of the entrance in his luchadore mask but street clothes with Carrie and Crash, and the crowd cheers, on their feet. He starts dancing around in the aisle, slaps a few hands,and raises his fist to work the crowd. He rolls into the ring, gets on the turnbuckle, and starts working the crowd again. He raises his hand again, and keeps dancing around the ring.] [The crowd's cheering dies down, and SSR throws the Yield sign out of the ring. SSR takes the mic, and jumps up on the turnbuckle.] SSR: Bullet, my man, every day training in the gym, every bump we've taken, every powerbomb, every table, every bit of blood that we've spent on each other has lead to this moment. This very moment, one top of this ladder, where we're fight it out one last time. These fans have no love for you...I have no love for you, I don't even have respect for you. Why don't you come out here and make me respect you! [SSR stops while the crowd cheers, and chants "SSR, SSR".] SSR: You wanna dance with the Crazy Whiteboy, Bullet? SSR is gonnaaaaa maaaaakkkkeeee yooourrrrrr.... [SSR points the mic to the crowd.] Crowd: PUNK ASS FAMOUS! SSR: Damn, I love y'all, MAN! JR: Bullet clobbers SSR from behind, SSR falls over the turnbuckle to the floor! Bullet's got the ladder now...picks it up over his head... [CRASH] JR: Bullet throws the ladder outside onto SSR! We're joined at commentary now by former represenative of the National Organization of Women, Carrie O' Connor! Carrie: Ho, ho, ho, Robson! JR[lookig down to Carrie's cleavage]: I'm sorry, were you saying something? Carrie: Ugh. Men are pigs. But they've got the money. JR: Back to the match, Bullet threw the ladder at SSR, Ryder's on the floor now! Bullet climbing up the turnbuckle...TOP ROPE STOMP from the inside to the outside, grinding the ladder into SSR more! Bullet has the ladder up again...raises it over his head...throws it down on SSR again! Ryder is already getting dominated some! Bullet stomps on SSR some...lifts SSR to his knees, backs up...soccer kick to the face! Bullet has NO respect for SSR! Carrie: Frickin' hoodlum! [Crowd boos like crazy.] JR: That's very un-lady like talk! Carrie: It's been said there's nothing lady-like about a feminist, but I'm not one anymore! JR: SSR on the outside of the ring, cradling his nose. Bullet standing over SSR with a chair now...WAIT! SSR with a lighting fast dragon screw! [Crowd uproars with cheers.] JR: SSR has the crowbar now...Bullet scrambles up to his feet, Bullet DUCKS the crowbar attack, flipping dropkick by Bul...NO! SSR dodges, swings the crowbar again...DUCKS! Bullet with a spear, SSR doesn't go down, but Bullet goes up SSR for a samurai driver!! SSR and Bullet flip back up chinese handspring style, unaffected!! [Crowd stands on it's feet, applauding and cheering for SSR and Bullet. SSR throws down the crowbar, and they start brawling.] Carrie: Come on, Sean! JR: SSR and Bullet are brawling up the aisle now...SSR with a X-Pac style spin kick that sends Bullet against the ring area guard! SSR has a chair now! [CRACK!] [CRACK!] JR: SSR with two chairshots to Bullet's head! SSR drops the chair down...leaps up on Bullet... [CLANK!] Carrie: Yeah, Sean! Yeah! JR: SSR with a rocker dropper on the chair, on Bullet! This match is already crazy! [Crowd cheers insanely.] JR: Bullet could be out cold...SSR has Bullet to his feet...jumps and HURRICAN...NO! BULLET POWERBOMBED HIM WHILE HE WAS UP! WHAT RESILIANCE! Carrie: Oh screw that. JR: Bullet gets SSR back up...throws SSR in the ring and gets the ladder from ringside! Bullet seems to have been busted open after those chairshots! Bullet throws the ladder in the ring now, climbs on the apron, now up the turnbuckle...in the air and FROG SPLASH on SSR! Bullet gets back in a flash, sets up the ladder...Bullet's climbing it now...NO! SSR lets out a mule kick while he's on the ground, the ladder shakes! SSR kicks it again, Bullet's about to fall off! SSR gets up to his feet, gets the kneeled over Bullet by the neck! LOOKOUT! [WHAM!] Carrie: That had to hurt! JR: Samoan Bulldog aka Diamond Cutter from the ladder! Bullet is on the mat, totally wasted! SSR folds the ladder up, pushes it down on Bullet! That's not all though...SSR climbs up the turnbuckle, FLIES OFF A PICTURE PERFECT MOONSAULT ONTO THE LADDER, GRINDING IT INTO BULLET! SUICIDAL! Carrie: He's killing himself! This is insane! JR: He's your boyfriend, you make him stop! Carrie[getting up]: I think I will! [Carrie gets on the ring apron and tries to get SSR's attention while he's down, he slowly and painfully gets up to his feet and walks over to Carrie, who tells him to stop. He argues with her, but doesn't see Bullet slowly getting to his feet.] JR: Carrie, stop! You're gonna...NO! SSR got reverse DDT'ed by Bullet! Bullet looks at Carrie now...he slaps her from the ring apron and yells "WHORE!" [Crowd boos like crazy, some trash reaches the ring.] JR: Crash Corino looks shocked, he's got the Yield sign! Bullet mouthing something to Crash...he's reminding Crash that SSR told him not to interfere! Mind games now! Crash stomps on the ground, pissed off, and goes over to help Carrie. SSR still on the mat, and Bullet limps over and...double stomp! Bullet gets SSR to his feet...SSR is dazed, and Bullet has the ladder up, and Bullet lays the ladder in the corner. Irish whip into the LADDER, you can hear SSR yell! Bullet running for the turnbuckle...SSR MOVES AWAY, now you can hear Bullet yell! Bullet's dazed now, SSR rams his head into the ladder once, rams it again... Crowd: 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!! YAAAAA!! JR: SSR has turned this match around! SSR with a back suplex on Bullet, climbs up the turnbuckle again! OFF AND...Guillotine leg drop! SSR straightening his mask now...sets up the ladder. SSR climbs the ladder, he's on the top! He's not reaching for the belt though! SSR OFF...SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF THE TOP ONTO BULLET! THAT'S TEN FEET! Carrie[back at commentary]: That's my man! Yes! JR: But that took a lot out of SSR though, he's on the match in just as bad condition as Bullet. SSR is the first one up though, he's on his knees...he slumps back down?! He's really, really exhausted! Bullet trying to get up now, he's slowly up...he's on his feet, staggering! He rolls out the ring, limps to the crowbar, he's got it. Bullet rolls back in, raises it up! [CRACK!] JR: HE SMASHES SSR'S FACE WITH THE CROWBAR! SSR rolls over, and there's blood coming out from his mask! Carrie: Oh please don't smash Sean face! I don't wanna kiss Quasimodo later! [Crowd boos like crazy again, chanting ASSHOLE] JR: SSR's face is bloody, and Bullet gets him back up to his feet...grabs him from behind...UP AND A REVERSE POWERBOMB ONTO THE LADDER!! SSR is breaking down! Bullet lifts SSR to his feet, irish whip into the turnbuckle, Bullet runs in...monkey flip onto the ladder! Wow! This match is incredible! Carrie: Sean is incredible. Bullet's just a loser. JR: SSR rolls around on the ladder...Bullet has SSR up...tombston..NO! SSR presses back on Bullet, reverses the tombstone piledriver! [Crowd cheers again.] Carrie: Sean's gonna win! Sean's gonna win! JR: Ryder removes his lucha mask, his face is all bloody! I haven't seen a guy who wears a luchadore mask and normal day clothing with it...it's strange. Carrie: He's my strange kinda guy! JR: SSR panting, he's exhausted! He is limping, bloody, and so is Bullet! This match has carried both men to the LIMIT! SSR in the corner catching his breath, Bullet is on his knees again! He won't stay down! [Crowd chants both "SSR" and "Bullet". Not one person is silent.] JR: SSR runs for a spinning leg lariat, Bullet rolls under it, back up on his feet, Bullet RUNS UP the turnbuckle, backflips over SSR as he charges back in, japanese armdrag by SSR, Bullet's back up again...SSR gets knocked against the turnbuckle with a haymaker! Bullet closes in, spins around on the turnbuckle...HERE IT COMES! THE KILLUMINATI! WAIT! SSR has Bullet around the neck, trying to stop him! Bullet trying, so is SSR...whoever lands this could win the match! Who's got it?! Carrie: Come on SEAN! COME ON! JR: SSR has Bullet off the turnbuckle...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEXES Bullet off the turnbuckle! AMAZING! SSR and Bullet laying on the mat now...SSR scrambles to his feet while Bullet lays on the mat, nearly unconcious! SSR has the ladder, SSR is limping and it looks like he'll pass out! SSR sets up the ladder, he's climbing! Up..up..SSR is on top, but Bullet has the ladder! BULLET PUSHES IT OV..NO! SSR JUMPED FOR THE BELT! HE JUMPED FOR THE BELT! HE'S HANGING ON BY THE THREAD... ... ... ... JR: IT SNAPS!! SSR HAS THE BELT, BUT PLUMMETS 13 FEET TO THE MAT BELOW!! HE'S GOT IT!! DING DING DING!! [SSR is on the mat, bloody, broken, and totally out cold. Bullet simply collapses himself.] Francine: The winner of the match, in 25:20, SEAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN RYYYYYYYYDER!! [The crowd stands up and gives the two a standing ovation, cheering like crazy. Even though SSR got the belt, there is no loser in this match, as both men are now known as I/W's hardest workers.] JR: I haven't seen the rest of the matches, but this fight has already stolen the show. Sean Ryder with an impressive victory, Bullet with an equally impressive effort. These two are headed for the top of the I/W skyscraper on a bullet elevator. -------------------------------------------------- Francine: This next match is set for one fall with a 25 minute time limit, with Hardcore Rules, and it is for the IWF/WOW US National Title! [pop from the crowd.] Francine: Introducing first the challenger... [The Italian National Theme fills the arena speakers. The sound is met with a mixed reaction from the fans. ] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The Italian section of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvainia, standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 203 pounds, here is ... "The Meatmachine, Mike Marconi" [Mike Marconi, wearing red trunks, white kneepads, and green boots walks slowly down to the ring, dripping from head to tow with water. With a smirk on his face, he walks past all the fans, makes his way into the ring, and flexes for each side of the crowd.] Jim Robson: Mike Marconi definatly looks ready right now, and he has just grabbed a chair and a hokcey stick from under the ring as he waits for Fusion to make his way to the ring! Francine: And his opponent.... ["Boogie Woogie Woo" by the Insane Clown Posse begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, the marks boo, while the smarts cheer.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, USA... standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 247 pounds, he is the current and reigning IWF/WOW US National Champion, the ball lightning... F U S I O N!!!!! [The lights in the arena dim, and numerous fans pull out their lighters. A black light shines into the ramp entrance, and out comes Fusion. He is wearing black leather pants, black boots and armpads. He is carrying a sledge hammer. The whites of his eyes glow in the black light as he pauses to stare at the audience in pure and utter cockiness. He takes a few steps forward, as smoke fills the arena; in the stands, in the ring, on the ramp... everywhere. As the smoke clears and the lights return, Fusion is in the ring, already attacking his dazed opponent.] [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: THE MATCH IS ALREADY UNDERWAY AS FUSION BLINDSIDED HIS OPPONENT MARCONI!!! [The crowd pops as Fusion is hammering away with speed and fury on Marconi. Then Fusions pauses and takes off his US National Title.] Jim Robson: Fusion takes off his title belt...AND HE STARTS WHIPPING MIKE MARCONI WITH HIS BELT!!! [Crowd gives their "ooohhh's" and "whoooo" cants as Fusion brings the belt down across the back of Mike Marconi with heavy force.] Jim Robson: Remember folks this is hardcore rules so anything goes! [Fusion drops the belt on the mat and starts kicking Marconi in the gut, then Fusion walks away, with the ref quickly swooping in to get the US National Title out of the ring, and Fusion grabs the chair that Marconi brought into the ring.] Jim Robson: Fusion picks up the chair and waits for Mike Marconi to get back to his feet....Marconi is up, he turns... {{W-H-A-C-K!!!}} Jim Robson:...AND FUSION FLATTENS MIKE MARCONI WITH THAT CHAIR!! [The crowd gives a pop as Fusion hops out of the ring, and grabs a table from underneath the ring, and he sets it up at ringside, while Marconi struggles to get back up to his feet.] Jim Robson: Fusion just set up a table here at ringside, and he reaches underneath the ring and grabs another table, and he slids it into the ring. [Fusion climbs in the ring, and walks over to Mike Marconi who is up on his feet finally.] Jim Robson: Here's Fusion, he charges at Marconi....and he knocks him down with a hard Clothsline!! Fusion goes for a cover.... REF: One..... . . . . . Tw..... Jim Robson: No shoulder up by Marconi! [Crowd gives a mixed reaction as Fusion is quick to get back to his feet and he grabs the table that he threw in the ring, and leans it up against the corner.] Jim Robson: Fusion goes to pick up Marconi....no Marconi with a hard shot to the mid-section, now an Uppercut on Fusion that staggers him....Marconi bounces off the ropes....AND A FLYING FOREARM TAKES FUSION DOWN!!! [The crowd gives another mixed reaction as Marconi kicks away at Fusion, then looks at the table and a grin crosses his lips.] Jim Robson: Marconi drags Fusion over to the corner....he has him set up...BRAIN BUSTER SUPLEX ONTO THE TABLE BREAKING IT IN PIECES!!!! [The crowd pops.] Jim Robson: MARCONI GOES FOR A COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thr..... Jim Robson: NO FUSION KICKS OUT!!! [Marconi looks down at Fusion, shocked that he was able to kickout, and he gives him a couple of hard shots to the forehead.] Jim Robson: Marconi with Fusion back up on his feet....and he throws Fusion out of the ring to the floor below!! [Mike Marconi climbs out of the ring, then drags Fusion over to the table, nails him with a couple of stiff right hands, then lays Fusion on the table as Maroni quickly hops back in the ring.] Jim Robson: Things look good for "The Meat Machine" Mike Marconi, and this may be a sign of the outcome of the match! Marconi bounces off the ropes..runs at the turnbuckle....hops up on the top turnbuckle....AND HE LANDS AN ELBOW DROP ONTO FUSION THAT BREAKS THE TABLE!!! [The crowd pops for this as Fusion is not showing any signs of movement, and Mike Marconi is slow to get back to his feet.] Jim Robson: WHAT A MOVE BY "THE MEAT MACHINE"...an unbelievable move that made him slow down, but he's back up on his feet now and he's...what the.... [Mike Marconi reaches under the ring and drags out another table, and sets it up by the corner.] Jim Robson: Marconi brings out another table!!!! He throws Fusion back in the ring and follows.....he nails Fusion with a kick to the mid-section....ROCKER DROPPER BY MARCONI!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Three..... Jim Robson: NO FUSION WITH A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!!! [The crowd pops, and Marconi drags Fusion over to the corner, then picks him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle, but facing the outside of the ring where the table is.] Jim Robson: Mike Marconi climbs through the ropes to the outside of the ring, and up to the top turnbuckle where Fusion is....he signals for a Hurricarana....NO FUSION COUNTERS IT WITH A POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!! [The crowd gives a big pop for this as Fusion slowly hops down from the top turnbuckle, down to the outside of the ring where Marconi is.] Jim Robson: FUSION GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE..... Jim Robson: NO MARCONI KICKS OUT, MAROCNI KICKS OUT!!!! [The crowd gives a shocked pop as Fusion looks down at Marconi with total disbelief.] Jim Robson: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT...AND FUSION CAN'T BELIEVE THAT MARCONI KICKED OUT EITHER!!!! [Fusion gets off of Marconi, and grabs a chair from ringside and throws it in the ring. Then he goes back under the ring, and pulls out another table and sets it up by the ring.] Jim Robson: Where the hell are all these tables coming from?? [The crowd pops as Fusion points to Marconi, then to the top turnbuckle closest to the table, and then the table, and the crowd pops big time.] Jim Robson: Well suprise suprise it looks like Fusion plans on breaking yet another table!!! [Fusion drags Marconi to his feet and tossses him in the ring, and then follows in. He picks Mike Marconi up and sets him up on the top turnbuckle, and then Fusion follows to the top turnbuckle as well.] Jim Robson: Fusion now has Marconi set up....HE GOES FOR A SUPERPLEX....no it's blocked by "The Meat Machine" Mike Marconi. He goes for another Superplex...but once again it's blocked by Mike Marconi.....WHO COUNTERS WITH A FRONT LAYOUT SUPLEX SENDING FUSION FACE FIRST ON AND THORUGH THE TABLE!!!!! [The crowd gives a big pop, as Fusion rolls over onto his back, showing that he got cut from falling face first on the table, still on the table, and Marconi quickly gets down off the top turnbuckle back into the ring.] Jim Robson: Marconi back in the ring, he bounces off the opposite ropes.....AND A SUICIDE DIVING HEADBUTT OVER THE TOP ROPES ONTO FUSION ON THE TABLE BELLOW....NO NO NO NO FUSION MOVED AT THE LAST SECOND AND MARCONI LANDS FACE/HEAD FIRST ONTO THE BROKEN TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!!! OH MY GOD I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN A WHILE!!! [The crowd goes nuts for both men, who are barely moving on the ground. Marconi finally rolls over onto his back, showing a gash in his forehead.] Jim Robson: BOTH MEN ARE BLEEDING AFTER THE EPISODE THAT WE JUST SAW....and suprisingly BOTH men are showing signs of movement, and they both are trying to get back into the ring at this point and time! [Fusion is on his feet and leaning against the ring apron, leaning his head on the mat trying to gain his wits back. Mike Marconi is using the steel ring steps to climb back into the ring, something which is taking both men a long time to do, so it seems.] Jim Robson: I tell you folks this is one of the better matches I have seen in a while! No feuds, no nothing for this match, just a champion wanting to defend his belt at a ppv, and a challenge being answered, and both of these men have put up one hell of a fight here, one hell of a fight!!! [Both men have finally gotten themselves back in the ring, and 'crawl' in the ring, with Marconi grabbing a chair and going to the corner, and Fusion doing the same thing.] Jim Robson: Both men are in opposite corners and struggling to their feet, and they both have chairs which is the scary thing folks....but I think so far in this match alone there has been more broken tables, then an entire ECW show!!! [Both men are on their feet leaning in the corners, chairs in hand ready to do battle, and they are glaring at each other through bloodied faces, breathing heavy with each breath seeming to draw more anger. Then they start exchanging words, and it gets more and more heated, until both men charge.] Jim Robson: Both men charge each other {{W-H-A-C-K!!!}} {{W-H-A-C-K!!!}} [Monster pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson:....AND THEY NAIL EACH OTHER WITH THEIR CHAIRS AT THE SAME TIME!!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE!!!!! [Marconi falls back, and Fusion still struggles as he is about to fall backwards, but he manages toshift his weight, and he falls forward, throwing his right arm out in an attempt to have it fall over Marconi.] Jim Robson: FUSION FELL FORWARD, BUT HE DRAPPED AN ARM OVER HIM.... REF: One..... . . . . . . . . . . Two..... . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Francine: Here is your winner of the match, and still the IWF/WOW US National Champion... F U S I O N ! ! ! ["Boogie Woogie Woo" by the Insane Clown Posse plays and the crowd pops, but gives a standing ovation for both men as they still lay in the ring, both bleeding still and completly fatigued after their match.] ------------------------------------- Robson: Well fans…what we have for you next is a highly unusual match…a first of its kind for the IWF/WOW…it will be the "The Professor" Steve West, and "The Widow Maker" Magnus Colby, taking on the Syndicate duo of "Armed & Dangerous" Paul Krutsch, and the self proclaimed "Insane One" Jason Steele in tag team action. And what’s more, it’s all going to go down in "Eaton’s" department store, where pinfalls will count anywhere, and there will be NO disqualification! Ladies and gent’s put those kids to bed, because I have a sinking feeling that this match will NOT be pretty. In a few short moments, we are going to take you LIVE to the eaton’s where this match is to take place, where we will see the entire match unfold via satellite feed. Both teams are already situated in the department store…so without further ado, lets go to Francine in the ring, where she prepares to make this one official… (The camera cuts to Francine, standing in the ring) Francine: Ladies and gentlemen…the following "EATON’S DEPARTMENT STORE" match is scheduled for ONE fall with NO countouts, NO disqualification, and PINFALLS COUNT ANYWHERE. Now introducing team one…representing the Syndicate…they are two of the most powerul athletes int he IWF/WOW…they are…"ARMED AND DANGEROUS" PAUL KRUTSCH AND JASON STEEEEEEEEEEEEELE!!!!….and team two…one is master of technical wrestling…the other a man who will do whatever it takes to win…they are…"THE PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST and "THE WIDOW MAKER" MAGNUS COOOOOOOOOOOOLBY!!! (the fans pop) Francine: I ask you to now direct your attention to the jumbo tron…where this match will be broadcast LIVE via satellite! (the camera cuts to the feed, we see "The Syndicate’s" team of Krutsch and Steele alone on the main floor. They look confused, and we don’t see their opponents) Robson: Well, it appears that West and Colby have yet to make their appearance…Krutsch and Steele seem at a loss as to where they could be? (Krutsch and Steele, dressed in street clothes, look around for a moment, and then begin an ascent up the escalator to the second floor. As they step off the moving stairway, they are in for an unfortunate suprise. West and Colby come from seemingly nowhere, blasting both members of the Syndicate in the face with steel folding chairs. It is Jason Steele who takes the worst of this attack, taking a chair shot straight to the head, Steele falls back and rolls halfway back down the escalator, lying still as it begins to carry him back up. Krutsch manages to partially get his arm up to take some of the force, but is still dazed. It is Colby who takes advantage of this, shoving Krutsch down the opposite escalator, carrying him down. Jason Steele is just regaining his feet and nearing the top of his escalator when Steve West tosses him over towards Krutsch, and down the "down" escalator. Colby and West both immediately hop over the rail, and begin their pursuit of the Syndicate members. ) Robson: And we’re off to a quick start here in this one of a kind match here on our annual Christmas Pay Per View! Mark my words fans, this one is going to be something special! Krutsch and Steele are lying in a heap at the bottom of the escalators! Colby and West…on their way down…and both with a leap onto their opponents! All four men rolling on the ground! Fists are flying! (The four combatants regain their footing, trading punches. West is paired with Steele, and is hammering away at the member of the Syndicate. On the other side, Paul Krutsch is showing off his boxing abilities, pounding into Magnus Colby with combination after combination.) Robson: Paul Krutsch…with the distinct upper hand over Colby…Krutsch with a boot to the midsecton…vertical suplex by Krutsch! Colby just hit that tile floor hard, Krutsch now…elbow drop onto Colby! (On the other side of the floor, West grabs Jason Steele by the head…slamming him headfirst into the wall. Jason Steele is stumbling backwards, only to be met with a clothesline by West. West proceeds to pick up a largish, decorative potted plant, slamming it with authority onto the head of Jason Steele, who rolls in agony on the ground.) Robson: Folks, I’m not too sure what to make of this right here. Jason Steele was just hit in the head with a potted plant, Magnus Colby and Paul Krutsch still going at it tooth and nail. Paul Krutsch now…what is that he has? Paul Krutsch has picked up a microwave! Good lord! Is he going to hit Colby with that! Paul Krutsch, going for blood! He has it raised…NO! Colby with a punch to the midsecton! Krutsch is doubled over! Dropping that microwave! Colby…Colby with a clothesline! Krutsch is down! Colby now…with the pickup…he’s taking Krutsch somewhere…wherever that may be I don’t know at this point, but logic would suggest that it would NOT be good for Krutsch. West now…joining Colby…they appear to be entering the home and garden section? Double suplex by Colby and West onto Krutsch! (West and Colby stand, prepared to deal more damage to the prone "Armed and Dangerous" but out of nowhere comes Jason Steele, hitting Colby with a devastating spear. Steele is bleeding from the scalp thanks to the potted plant, but seems not to care. A frightening gleam is in Steele’s eyes as he begins to mercilessly hammer away at "The Widow Maker") Robson: Steele!! From out of NOWHERE! Colby is being knocked senseless! I don’t know if Steele knpws where he is…or what’s more…if he cares! Jason Steele is seeing red! Steve West now, trying to aid his partner…he grabs Steele…NO! Paul Krutsch from behind! Paul Krutsch from behind! He just tagged West with…a RAKE? (Krutsch does indeed have a wooden rake in hand, one which he proceeds to slam over West’s back, breaking it in two. West clutches his back in pain and releases Steele. Steele immediately jumps off of Colby and advances on west, grabbing him, and hurling him into a display shelf, sending both it and West tumbling over) Robson: Jason Steele! Dishing punishment in even amounts here! Buttefly suplex by Steele onto West now! In the meanwhile…its Krutsch and Colby! Krutsch has something in his hand…a Bag of fertilizer!!?? Krutshc has a bag of fertilizer in his hand! Colby…getting to his feet…and he gets a bag of fertilizer in the face! Back down goes Magnus Colby! (Krutsch steps back for a moment, tearing apart the bag of fertilizer…) Robson: Oh no… (Krutsch, with an evil sneer on his face, proceeds to dump the contents of the bag all over Colby. Krutsch poses for a moment, a self satisfied grin on his face, and then proceeds to drape one foot over Magnus Colby…going for the pinfall. The referee makes his first on camera appearance, sliding into position to make the count) ONE TWO TH-KICKOUT! Robson: And Colby with a kickout from under that muck! With AUTHORITY! Krutsch is stumbling back…and folks it does NOT appear that Magnus Colby is taking very well to that attempt at humiliation by Paul Krutsch! Colby is up and tearing into "Armed And Dangerous". He’s a man possessed! Magnus Colby with a shovel…no….no…NO!!! (Colby winds up and brings the shovel down HARD onto the head of Paul Krutsch. Krutsch hits the floor hard…but Magnus Colby is not yet done. He brings the shovel down into the sternum of the prone Krutsch, again and again. Colby picks up the battered Krutsch, and appears to be in the process of dragging him out from the gardening section, when he is speared by Jason Steele, sent to the ground in a heap. This gives Paul Krutsch a breather, and the opportunity to drag himself away from the fighting on his hands and knees.) Robson: And Jason Steele gives Paul Krutsch a much needed save! Steele…setting up Colby…irish whip by Steele! Sending Colby straight into Steve West! Steele now…with Colby…he’s taking him off…into the men’s apparel section!? Steele with Colby…and he slams Colby’s head right into a display mirror! I think both the mirror and Colby’s skull are cracked! That’s seven years bad luck for Magnus Colby right there! Colby is slumping to the ground…but here’s Steve West! (Steve West, having regained his senses, approches Jason Steele from behind, slapping on a crossfaced chicken wing. Steele is struggling against the effects of the chicken wing…but it is Paul Krutsch to the rescue, coming up from behind West, and slipping a necktie around his throat, pulling back. West releases Steele and clutches at his throat as a battered, but still in the game Paul Krutsch ruthlessly attempts to choke him out. Jason Steele, released from the hold, returns his attention to Magnus Colby, but is shocked to see Colby back on his feet and waiting for him) Robson: Steele turns around…COLBY IS THERE!! KICK TO THE GUT BY COLBY!…THE WIDOW MAKER!!! THE WIDOW MAKER!!!! THERE WAS HIS STUNNER MANUEVER! STEELE IS ON THE GROUND! COVER!!!?? THE REF"S IN POSITION!!!!!! ONE TWO THREE!!! NO!!! KICKOUT! Robson: WHAT!? THE REF IS WAVING IT OFF!! STEELE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! (Colby springs to his feet, immediately bitching at the ref. Steele…with a devilish grin to his face, struggles back to his face, wraps Colby from behind in a reverse waistlock, and brings him back with a devastating release German suplex.) Robson: And Jason Steele with a German Suplex! Jason Steele is one of the most hardened men in this sport. Talk about a man who can take a licking and keep on ticking! Kicking out of the WidowMaker is no easy task! But that’s what Steele is known for, his "hardcore" style of endurance! I would say that this is in fact, his type of match. But regardless! Its Krutsch and West on the other side of the room! It appears that Krutsch has released West from that necktiee…Paul Krutsch…WITH A DDT!! Krutsch…with a pickup…he has the leg hooked…Krutsh is looking around…could it be time for a little ASSUALT AND BATTERY from Paul Krutsch? If he hits that Fisherman’s suplex into piledriver this one is ALL OVER…COUNT ON IT!! Krutsch…with the lift… (Paul Krutsch does indeed lift Steve West into suplex position, but it is not to be. West is able to roll through, sliding out from "Armed and Dangerous" grip, and landing behind him, grabbing Krutsch from behind, and planting him with an inverted DDT) Robson: REVERSE DDT BY STEVE WEST! PAUL KRUTSCH IS LAID OUT! WEST….HE HAS THE LEG!!!! HE’S TURNING HIM OVER!!!! THE STEP OVER…HE HAS THE FACE LOCKED!!!! STEVE WEST HAS SLAPPED ON "SIMPLY THE FINEST" THATS HIS STF MANUEVER!!! PAUL KRUTSCH IS SCREAMING IN PAIN!!! HOW LONG CAN HE HOLD OUT!!!!? . . . ….SAVE BY JASON STEELE!!! SAVE BY JASON STEELE!!!!…BUT HERE’S MAGNUS COLBY FROM BEHIND!!! BULLDOG ONTO JASON STEELE! GOOD LORD! HOW MUCH MORE CAN THESE MEN TAKE!? (Colby grabs Steele, and West grabs Krutsch, leading them out of Men’s Apparel, and into the home appliance section. Steele is led over to a dryer, the door opened, and then SLAMMED onto his head by Magnus Colby) Robson: Good God! Good God! What is he doing to that man!? (West opens another Dryer…preparing to do the same to Krutsch…however Paul Krutsch wants none of it…slamming his elbow into West, doubling the ex-champ over. Krutsch grabs West…setting him up for an irish whip into the dryer, but this too, is not to be. West reverses it, sending Paul Krutsch head first into the appliance.) Robson: PAUL KRUTSCH INTO THAT DRYER! MY LORD! WAIT A MOMENT HERE!!! (We now see a BADLY bleeding Jason Steele, who apparently has regained control over Magnus Colby. Blood is POURING down the face of Steele, but he cares not. Instead, he is barraging Colby with a flurry of lefts and rights. Steele sets Magnus Colby in a sitting position on the dryer, his back to Steele…who proceeds to grab the back of Colby’s head, and leap forward, bringing Colby down off the dryer with a makeshift "top rope" reverse neckbreaker. Steele, not taking a moments rest, is off in a rush to attack Steve West who stands over the other Dryer.) Robson: And here comes Jason Steele at Steve West with a headfull of steam! STEELE WITH A SPEAR….NO!!! NO!!! NO!!!!!!! WEST SIDESTEPPED IT AND CLOSED THE DRYER DOOR! STEELE JUST CRASHED HEADFIRST INTO THAT DRYER!! WEST WITH A COVER!!!! ONE TWO TH-KICKOUT!! Robson: !!!!?????? HOW CAN JASON STEELE KEEP GOING!? (Steve West gets to his feet, visibly frustrated. Finally, Paul Krutsch re-emerges from within the dryer. Magnus Colby comes stumbling over as well…Paul Krutsch meeting him with a devastating lariat. ) Robson: And Magnus Colby is sent crashing back down! My oh my! That lariat nearly decapitated the man! Krutsch is on Colby like white on rice! And on the other side its Jason Steele and Steve West! Steele, bleeding like a stuck pig, is somehow…SOMEHOW on his feet! But Steve West is not to be denied! *BIG* knife edge chop by Steve West! West…irish Whip on Jason Steele! And Steele just hit the small of his back on the electronics section counter! West…with…a radio!? STEVE WEST HAS A STEREOSYSTEM IN HAND! He raises it… . . .<> ROBSON: GOOD LORD! THAT JUST SHATTERED ON STEELE’S SKULL! STEELE IS STAGGERING AROUND!…He’s flailing wildly at nothing! Jason Steele has NO idea where he is… (We now see Magnus Colby being tossed into the picture. Paul Krutsch picks him up and executes a jumping piledriver onto the floor) ROBSON: And a BIG jumping Pledriver by Paul Krutsch…Krutsch…picking Colby back up…he’s positioning him… (Meanwhile, Steve West grabs a television set…) Robson: Oh dont’ tell me…Krutsch s still readying Colby for some sort of manuever…he has him set up between his legs…another piledriver perhaps!? But that TV set does NOT look good… (West advances on Steele, ready to deliver the final blow, but Steele has more let in him than he let on. He goes low…crotching "the professor" with a blatant low blow, doubling him over in pain. Quick as a cat. Steele swips the doubled over West into a gutwrench position, lifting him up over his head, and jumping down into a seated powerbomb) Robson: DELIVERANCE!!! DELVERANCE!!! DELIVERANCE!!! JASON STEELE JUST HIT HIS MOVE!!! BUT HE HAS NOTHING LEFT!!! JASON STEELE HAS NOTHING LEFT AT ALL!!! (Steele lays on the ground in exhauston, unable to put the cover on west. Blood from his many head wounds pools on the ground as he lies, staring at the ceiling) Robson: Its up to Krutsch! Krutsch…finally wth Colby in poston…he lifts him for a powerbomb!? No! Colby drops back down! KICK TO THE MIDSECTION!!…WIDOWMAKER!!! WIDOWMAKER!!!! KRUTSCH IS LAID OUT!!!! COVER!!!! ONE (Jason Steele Shakily gets to his feet) TWO THREE!!!!! (Jaason Steele reaches his target and breaks up the pinfall) ROBSON: NO! NO!!! NOT IN TIME! HE DIDN’T MAKE IT!!! HE DIDN’T MAKE IT!!!!! *DING DING DING* Voice Of Francine: Lades and gentlemen…the winners of this match by result of a pinfall…are…."THE WIDOWMAKER" MAGNUS COLBY…and "THE PROFESSOR" STEVE WEEEEEEEEEEEST!!!!!!!!!!! *crowd pop* ------------------------------------------------------ (The scene changes, and we are looking at the IWF/WOW broadcast table. We see the familiar face of Jim Robson, but along side him is a new face. A man perhaps in his early 30's. He's wearing a blue denim shirt with the letters IWF/WOW on it in red.) Robson: Joining me for this next match is veteran announcer Jack Smart. Smart: It's good to be here. For those of you who don't know me, I've worked for another organization, based out of New York. I've signed a contract with the IWF/WOW to sit in on a few broadcasts here and there, and lucky me, I got a big one here at the Pay Per View for my debut. Robson: You sure do. This match is full of bad blood. Folks, next up we have the First Blood cage match between "The Black Messiah" Christian Romick and IWF/WOW legend Prophet. Smart: Let me see if I did my homework correctly on this one. I understand two weeks ago, Romick had Prophet abducted? Robson: Correct. Smart: And last week, Prophet abducted Romick's lady-friend Sarah? Robson: Right again. Smart: Exactly what kind of organization do you guys run here? Not one but two abductions? That's sick. You know, I've heard great things about the IWF/WOW, but I'm not sure I want to belong to an organization where that kind of stuff happens. Robson: Relax, no one suffered any lasting injuries... well, at least not until tonight. These two men are going to kill each other. I wouldn't be surprised if one of these two men were fighting his last match here tonight. Smart: Well, if that's the case, then it's going to be a long night for this Romick guy, because I've seen the Prophet guy before, and he's one of the best I've ever seen. Robson: Don't sell Romick so short. He's done quite well since coming to the IWF/WOW. Smart: Well, why don't we go ahead down to ringside and get this thing underway. (The scene changes again, and we are again looking at the ring. Only this time, the ring is surrounded by a 15 foot high steel cage. The cage is the chain link type, like you'd see in your back yard. Not the type you can climb wearing wrestling boots very easily. A single referee stands at ringside, alongside of the lovely Francine who is all set for introductions.) ["The Outlaw Torn" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd boo's loudly as the houselights dim and a red spotlights hits the entrance way.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Parts Unknown, standing 6 feet 11 inches and weighing 339 pounds here is ... "THE BLACK MESSIAH" CHRISTIAN ROMICK!!! [The fans continue to boo and finally "The Black Messiah" Christian Romick comes out from behind the curtains, which leads to an even louder heel pop, and he briefly stands at the top of the entrance way, soaking in the boos. Romick is a big man... tall and muscular. He has on a black cloak with a hood, so you can't really tell what he is wearing underneath. Finally Romick makes his way down to the ring...wih Romick just glaring and scowling at the fans, not really saying anything to them. He gets to the ring and slowly climbs in, then stands in the middle of the ring. He raises both arms out from his sides, with his hands out stretched, then he slowly curls up his hands into a fist, then hangs his head and then snaps it back,with his hood coming flying off, and fireworks going is a big man... tall and muscular. He has on a black cloak with a hood, so you can't really tell what he is wearing underneath. Finally Romick makes his way down to the ring...wih Romick just glaring and scowling at the fans, not really saying anything to them. He gets to the ring and slowly climbs in, then stands in the middle of the ring. He raises both arms out from his sides, with his hands out stretched, then he slowly curls up his hands into a fist, then hangs his head and then snaps it back,with his hood coming flying off, and fireworks going off above the ring and pyro's shooting out of the ring posts's. Then the spotlight goes off and the house lights come on, revealing long stringy blonde hair, and green eyes, with a goatee as well. He takes off his cloak, revealing first red boots....black pants with a red belt, and a black sleevless shirt, with a red lightning bolt seeming to go right down the middle of the chest right to the midsection, as well as red gloves. He hands his cloak to a ringside attendant, who gets out of the ring quickly.] [The arena lights go out as a series of multi-coloured crosses start spinning along the entrence way and over the arena. The Alleluia Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" starts to play over the PA system and the cheers from the crowd almost drown out the music. A white-hot spotlight hits the top of the entrance ramp and pauses for a brief second, until the curtains part...] Smart: Are they cheering the Prophet? Robson: They sure are. Even the Prophet himself is amazed by this. But, these fans really hate Romick. Francine: About to enter the ring, led by the Choir-Master, hailing from The Bible Belt, standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 235 pounds, he is the 3-time IWF/WoW World Heavyweight Champion...THE PROPHET!!!!! [People on both sides of the entrance ramp reach out to touch His black robe, but The Prophet brushes them aside, keeping his eyes focused on the ring. His long, blonde hair is tied back in a tight pony-tail, the face has a day's growth of stubble and his eyes have a look of one who has seen too much too soon. He is dressed in a black robe, with gold trim and "Prophet" written on the back in a gold script. As he enters the ring, he gives his robe to the Choir-Master, a smaller man dressed in a similar black garment, but also carrying a hymnal. The Prophet reveals a slim physique, well-toned but not overly muscular. His long trunks match the robe - black with gold crosses along the legs and on the boots, with "Prophet" written across the back of the trunks. Before the match, he looks skyward and points towards the ceiling.) Smart: Is it just me, or do you get chills whenever Prophet is in the arena? Robson: I know what you mean. But this Romick has an air about him too. *DING* Robson: Folks, just a reminder this is a First Blood Cage match. The winner of this match will be the first one to bust open his opponent. Smart: Jim, look at the way these two men are glaring at one another. The bell has already rung indicating that this match is underway, and neither man has moved an inch. They are just standing there glaring at one another. Robson: It's as if neither man wants to be the first one to break the stare. My lord, you can just feel the hatred in the air. Smart: I'm getting the sense that this match isn't going to be about holds and counter holds. Robson: Not likely. Look at how large Romick is. He's more than a half a foot taller than the Prophet. Smart: That will be quite an obstacle for the 3-time former world champion, but this is not the first time, nor will it be the last time he fights a man this size. Robson: Finally, they break the stare, and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. And Romick just shoves the Prophet across the ring. Prophet lands unceremoniously in a heap in the corner. Smart: Enormous power advantage in this one for Romick. Prophet cannot afford to let this one be a straight up slug fest, as Romick is just too much man for that. Robson: Prophet back up to his feet, and the two men are now circling one another. Prophet charges forwards, and Romick sidesteps him and gives the smaller man a push on the way by, sending him hurling towards the ropes. Smart: PROPHET LEAPS ONTO THE SECOND ROPE AND MOONSAULTS BACKWARDS!!! What a move! Robson: It certainly was, and Romick did not see it coming at all. Prophet is quickly back up to his feet, and he runs over and leaps up onto the second rope, and climbs up to the third. Smart: Romick staggering back to his feet, he was caught off guard by that amazing move by Prophet. He's turning now to see where his opponent is... MISSILE DROPKICK!!! Robson: Prophet using his aerial skills quite well in the early going here, and he seems to have caught the larger Romick by surprise. Smart: I guess Romick actually expected Prophet to brawl with him. That would not have been good strategy at all. Robson: Prophet once again headed up to the top, and Romick is still down. That dropkick hit him square in the jaw, and his head really snapped back. He may be hurt. Smart: Prophet points skyward, and he's adjusting his elbow pad. He leaps... ELBOW DROP ON THE WAY!!! Robson: HE MISSED IT!!! Romick was playing possum, and Prophet went crashing down into the mat. Romick now quickly getting back to his feet. Smart: Listen to this crowd boo as The Black Messiah lays the boots into the face of the fallen Prophet. I still can't believe how squarely this crowd is behind the former champ. Robson: I can't say that I ever remember the fans supporting him either. Romick is now helping Prophet back to his feet. He Irish whips him into the corner. Smart: Ooh. Prophet went into the corner back first, and his head really snapped on impact. I love the Prophet, but he can not afford to let Romick get his enormous power heavily involved in this match. Robson: No he sure can't. Romick running in for an avalanche... Smart: PROPHET MOVES!!! Romick runs hard into the corner! Robson: Ooh. He sure did. He stumbles back out of the corner, and Prophet is there quickly... Smart: STUNNER!!! Robson: Mr. Smart, we do not call that move a Stunner here in the IWF/WOW. It is called a shoulder neckbreaker. Smart: Whatever you want to call it, it laid out the big man. What a move. Robson: Give the Prophet credit for persistency, he's headed up to the top rope again. He's obviously going to live or die up there. Smart: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! And he nailed it. Robson: Prophet certainly pulling out all the stops in this one. Smart: Well, I think now that he has taken some of the steam out of his opponent, he needs to start working over the forehead area of him, usually that's the easiest place to draw blood from your opponent. Robson: Yeah, especially in a cage. Prophet now helping the Black Messiah back to his feet. And, I think you and him think a lot alike. Smart: Sure are, Prophet pushing Romick over towards the ropes, and he's looking to rake the bigger man's head across that chain link cage. Robson: No! A big elbow to the stomach from Romick. I think once again that Prophet has misread Rommick's stamina. Smart: But Prophet fires back with a big right hand. Robson: And an even bigger right from Romick. Smart: Prophet with a second right and a left! Robson: Romick rears back and throws a devastating punch!!! That sent the Prophet reeling backwards dazed! Smart: Prophet might be out on his feet here. This is not good. Robson: And Romick takes advantage of the situation, taking a running start and clotheslining the Prophet to the mat. Prophet is down. Smart: What a match this is. Either man could win this thing, it's already gone back and forth about a dozen times. Robson: And you can bet it'll go back and forth a dozen more. Romick helping Prophet back to his feet. He Irish whips him into the ropes... Smart: Prophet comes off... HURRICANRANA!!! Robson: NO!!! PROPHET TRIED FOR A HURRICANRANA, BUT ROMICK WAS TOO BIG!!! HE TURNED IT INTO A SIT DOWN POWER BOMB!!! Smart: Oh my. That's gotta be just about it for the Prophet. That'll take all the wind out of your sails in a big hurry. Robson: Oh no. What is this? Romick is now headed up to the top. Smart: Good lord. 6'11 wrestlers should not be allowed to go up top. Robson: This should knock Prophet into the middle of next month. The big man takes to the air... Smart: HE MISSED!!! It's Romick who missed a big flying elbow this time. Both men are down on the mat, and neither one is moving much. Robson: Prophet just did roll himself out of the way at the last second for that one. We may just have to stop this one here, as neither wrestler is moving at all. Smart: Nah, Prophet'll get back up. Just give him a second. Robson: Finally, both wrestlers are stirring a little bit. This match is very quickly taking its toll on these two men. Smart: Well, it should. They have been wrestling at a break neck pace throughout the match. Robson: Both men are up on their knees facing one another. Prophet fires a big right. Smart: And Romick answers it with one of his own. Robson: Another shot from Ptophet. And Romick answers it with one of his own. Smart: I gotta tell you, it doesn't look to me like Romick's punches have nearly the force behind him that they did early on in this match. Robson: You could well be right, I think this match has taken a whole lot out of him. Smart: Prophet though is getting back to his feet. Romick a little slower to get back to his feet. Prophet with a standing dropkick. Robson: That wobbled the big man a little bit, but he's still on his feet! Smart: Prophet propelling himself towards the ropes behind Romick, and he comes back towards him... LEAPING BULLDOG!!! Robson: What a move there from Prophet! That really laid the big man out. Smart: Prophet has got to be close to winning this one now. He's lifting Romick back up to his feet. And he's backing him into the corner. Robson: The crowd is going nuts right now, and Prophet is calling for his finisher. Smart: I love the Prophet, but even I'd have to be impressed if he could lift Romick up and put him on the top rope to set up his superplex finisher, the Saving Grace. Robson: Well, he's trying. He lifts. No. Romick is too heavy. Smart: He lifts again... and he's got him up!!! He's sitting Romick on the top rope. Oh my, that alone has got to take a lot out of the Prophet. What a feat of strength. Robson: You know Jack, I think the roar of the crowd energized him there. I think Prophet is starting to take to these fans a bit. Smart: Don't bet on it. At any rate, he's climbing to the top turnbuckle. He hooks him around the neck... Robson: He lifts... Smart: NO!!! ROMICK HELD ON! He dropped Prophet off of the top rope face first. Robson: Oh my. That had to be devastating to the Prophet. He just fell some 5 or 6 feet and landed face first. Smart: And Romick leaps... Robson: And he nailed that elbow drop this time. Right into the back of Prophet's head, and that drove his head down into the mat again. Smart: Prophet's in quite a bit of trouble here. Robson: He certainly is, and Romick knows it. He is helping Prophet back to his feet. Smart: Oh no. Look at that, there is a cut across the forehead of the Prophet. It's not bleeding, but you can see it's there. One or two more good shots, and this one is gonna bust that thing wide open and this one is curtains. Robson: Well, it ain't getting any better, Romick scoops up the former champ, and he's setting him up for the tombstone piledriver. He uses this to set up the Messiah Bomb. Smart: OOH. Tombstone piledriver with authority. I think Prophet is out cold. Robson: This one is all but over. It's only a matter of how much damage Romick wants to inflict before he busts that cut open. Smart: Oh God, stop this. Romick is pulling him back up again. He's going to kill him. Someone stop this. What kind of organization are you running here? Robson: Oh, like Prophet has never done this to anybody? Smart: Yeah, but he's a legend. He deserves more dignity than this. Robson: Here it comes. Romick is actually smiling. He's setting him up... the Messiah Bomb is a suplex into a sit down power bomb. A devastating move. Smart: I can't watch. Robson: He hooks him around the neck... and he lifts him up into suplex position... and he's holding him there for effect. Smart: Wait a second!!! Prophet is shifting his weight. Romick thought he was out of it, and didn't expect this. Robson: He dropped him... and somehow the Prophet lands on his feet! Smart: And he executes a standing dropkick to the back of Romick. That sends him flying forward into the cage. (Suddenly the lights go out...) (BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The walls of the arena shudder with the explosions at ringside and the ring fills with smoke. Romick falls to the mat, covering his ears. Several people at ringside have also been knocked down by the blasts.) Jim Robson: Oh My God! What the hell was that!?! Romick is down!! Romick is down! Get the paramdeics out here! (The smoke drifts out over the crowd as 3 figures dressed in black are quickly lowered on ropes from the ceiling of the arena. They are armed with baseball bats, billy clubs and other weapons strapped to their belts. When they hit the ring, the three of them, in addition to a now recoverd Prophet quickly attack Romick with their weapons, beating him down in a scene from the video we saw last Monday night. The crowd is on its feet, screaming and yelling...some cheering, some booing. The Choir-Master runs to the door, adding several extra locks to the cage-door, effectively locking them in the cage and locking everyone else out. This is demonstrated as several IWF/WOW officials who are attending to those injured at ringside, as they try in vain to get inside the cage. The beating continues on Romick to the point where he isn't responding to the pummeling he is receiving. Finally, The Prophet raises his hands and the beating stops, with all 4 men surrounding the prone body of Romick. The Choir Master at the door reaches in his tunic, pulling ohand under Romick's nose and we realize that these are smelling salts. Romick is wide awake again and when he realizes where he is, the cage starts to shake violently as he tries to free himself - only to recieve another beating at the hands of the men in black. Romick stops struggling but his swollen eyes dart from one to the other of the men. The man with the salts starts to nod his head, as he reaches for a microphone he is carrying. He hands the microphone to the Prophet who begins to speak.) "Just when you think you have all the Answers, we change the Questions!!!" (And, the chant begins: "PROPHET! PROPHET! PROPHET!" The Prophet looks around, soaking in the chant and waiting before he speaks again. The smile on his face is one we haven't seen in quite some time.) TP: Romick, you big, red dummy. Once again, I have done the inevitable and I have out-smarted you, at what you thought was your own game. Quite frankly, it's a game you never knew all the rules to, as it's a game that I invented oh-so-long ago. (The other 3 in black react visably at this and the Prophet acknowledges this, still smiling.) TP: Ok ok ok...I will admit that I had some help. A LOT of help and I am thankful for that, but Romick? I'm thinking that after tonight, you are going to be very unpopular in the locker-room. (The Prophet pauses at this thought.) TP: Then again, you already have the charisma of a toilet brush...I don't see how you could get any LESS popular. But, if anything would make that happen, this will be it. What is "this", you may ask? Well, allow me to explain... (The Prophet starts to pace around the ring, taking his time as he explains.) TP: Ya see, last Monday night, it was jumping back into the "Way-Back Machine" here in the I/W. It seems like everyone and his dog made a 'surprise' return. Dan "The Spam" Watterson, a man who made the US/National title what it is today - a worthless scrap of tin. Johnny Maple, a lousy wrestler but he makes a great syrup. Alex Extreme, a guy I actually respected at one time, but why he brought the mutant with him, I'll never know. And, Hades...the only guy to ever have a contract that pays him by the word - god knows he made the most of it. TP: But, I digress. While I was watching all of this and flashing back, half-expecting Christopher Stonebreaker and Desert Scorpion to meet America's Least Wanted in a Texas Tornado death match later on in the evening, I had a great idea! (The Prophet shrugs his shoulders.) But, the Choir-Master told me that someone had already invented The Clapper...ya snooze - ya lose, I guess. Then, I got a second idea, which was even better than the Clapper. I got on the phone and made a few calls. After the pizza arrived, so did a few friends of mine. People you wouldn't think would be on my speed-dial. People who have been watching whats been going on lately, have been seeing how things have been going down and these are men who are ready to take back control and give it to those who are truly deserving. Those who have earned it. Those who have been here from the beginning and made this federation what it is today, despite the efforts of others who would see it destroyed. We have been here through thick and thin, sometimes fighting together - sometimes, fighting each other. But, we are all fighters and if anyone dares to cross our path, from this day forward...they'll have a fight they've never known before. But, these guys can tell you for themselves... (The Prophet tosses the mic in the air and it is caught by another masked man. This one is very large, probably at least 6'6 and close to 300 pounds. He rips off the mask to reveal.... MAGNUS COLBY!!! (The crowd is stunned by this development at first, but a buzzing soon fills the air as people talk excitedly about what they are witnessing. Finally, they quiet down as Magnus raises the mic to speak.) Well, some of us haven't been here from the begining. But, your point is well taken friend. You know, sometimes the lord works in mysterious ways. You see, it wasn't all that long ago that my goal in life was to break up the Inner Circle. To bring an end to their tyranny. To level the playing field. Well, that was a long time ago, and times change. Maybe I've taken a few too many bumps to the head lately. Maybe it's a change of heart. Maybe I've chosen to heed the ancient saying 'Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies closer.' Whatever my reasons are, the point is this. I stand here tonight a proud member of the Inner Circle. When Prophet gave me the call, my heart skipped a beat. But, I knew deep down that Derrick would have wanted me to answer that call... and so here I stand. (A hearty crowd pop is heard at the mention of the name of long time Inner Circle member, and friend to Magnus Colby, Derrick DaMann.) Let it be known now. I like to think of myself as sort of an enforcer for this group. Not that anyone in this ring needs an enforcer, but as you have seen lately, I'm not afraid to go into the ring against 2, 3, or even 4 men. I'm not afraid to take a few lumps, and I have no restrictions as to who and how I inflict my damage to. If anyone, and I mean anyone gets out of line with any member of the Inner Circle, you better grow eyes in the back of your head, because I will get retribution. To all those who think they are friends of me around this organization. Forget those thoughts. These 4 men are all the help I'll ever need. (At that, Colby passes off the mic to the next of the masked men... This individual looks up the sky and pauses, he slowly reveals his mask to reveal himself as PROFESSOR STEVE WEST) (The crowd is shocked but cheer loudly for one of their fan favourites) Isn't it logical, that when people talk about assembling 4 of the greatest stars in IWF/WOW history,that they would call on the Professor. Ever since the World Title was taken from my possession, I have vowed retribution. And while I sat at home for a long time after that match, I got a phone call, and the invitation to do this. And you know, it took me all of about 2 seconds to decide. Why? Because this makes it fun again. No one is safe anymore. We will call the shots around here. And the thing that each and everyone of you acne infested marks out here have to understand is that unlike many of the men in the back, we back up each and every one of our comments with wrestling ability. That is the problem. We can utter these comments as we have the natural innate qualities to do this. But we also have each other, and you are an IWF/WOW competitor, I would go suggest that you go think long and hard about your future, as we are EQUAL OPPORTUNITY ASSKICKERS -- WE HATE EVERYONE EQUALLY. But to the fans, the Professor is still here doing it for you. My association with Magnus, Prophet and ahem, Door #4, is here to stay. Why? Because we are the saviours of the IWF/WOW. Without us there would be no promotion. You can have little jerk offs like Dan Watterson and Hades come out and critique everyone, but the fact remains that their comments have made them INSTANT threats. But you know the Professor could talk all night long, and frankly that drives the ratings through the roof. I mean, when you hear an intellectual thought, people listen. But, I must now use my Monty Hall voice and have a little fun. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WHAT IS BEHIND MASK #4. (The fourth man stands still for a few seconds as the crowd chatter, some already guessing who's under mask #4, the rest trying to figure it out. West hands the fourth man the microphone, and the man walks once around the ring near the ropes, and then climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He reaches for his mask with his left hand, while holding the microphone in his right hand. He quickly discards the mask revealing... ANOTHER BLACK MASK!! The crowd lets out a deafening pop) Crowd: AOD!!! AOD!!! AOD!!! (The Angel of Death smiles and motions for the crowd to get louder, and then makes the Inner Circle symbol with his hand. He then jumps down and walks to center ring.) AoD: For those of you who are having trouble believing what you're seeing, I'll give you a little confirmation. (The AoD removes his mask revealing the face of Eric Travers, the man under the mask of the AoD.) AoD: Yeah, that's right, it's me. I know there's some people that may be out there scratching their heads wondering why. Why AoD are you now a member of the Inner Circle? That'a an easy question to answer. It's a simple as the fact that I never really left the Inner Circle. The Inner Circle just went away for a while. We were low profile, and have been since July of 1998. Derrick was gone, Marty was gone, Doug Sullivan was on his way out, Prophet had some personal issues to work out, and I couldn't keep up the twice a night wrestling schedule. So we went our seperate ways a year and a half ago, but only on a professional level. Me and Prophet never lost touch with each other, in fact since he returned, we've been talking more. So when he called me up last week and said 'Eric, it's time', I was more than ready to answer the call. (The AoD walks over to Christian Romick.) AoD: You know, guys like this idiot really piss me off. They think they can walk in and make a name for themselves at the expense of someone who's established. Yeah, I'm big and bad, and I'll attack the Prophet. Little do these morons know, and I include The Syndicate, that behind guys like Prophet, there are guys like myself, Colby and West. Men who have worked their asses off for a long time to make the IWF/WOW what it is today, and that is one of the finest wrestling organizations in the world. (The crowd pops) AoD: If you think you're going to just walk right over us and straight to the top rung of the ladder, you're sadly mistaken. I'm not about to _let_ you, and neither are any of the rest of the IC. Romick... (The AoD slaps Romick across the face, causing the big man to scowl, and yell something at the AoD.) AoD: Show some respect, and listen when I'm talking. Guys like Romick and The Syndicate have forced our hand. It's time to fight fire with fire. You clowns want to fight four on one, now we will too. You want to win your matches tonight? You have to go through us!!! (The crowd starts chanting "IC") AoD: Things aren't looking too good for Christian here, Krutsch and Steele have their hands full later with Magnus and Steve, and then the cage will be assembled, and Daemon Winters and Chris Fisher will have to stand face to face with two of the new look Inner Circle. Ask those who have come and gone before you what a daunting task that is Syndicate. Take note, we're here, _they're_ gone!! (The AoD thorws the mic to The Prophet) TP: (To the AoD, laughing) My God, you can just hear the buy-rates going up, can't you? Ishikawa must be peeing himself, thinking of the money he's raking in right about now. (AoD says something to the Prophet, that the mic doesn't pic up.) TP: (nodding) Right, let's get this happening. CM! (Choir-Master reaches into his tunic, handing the Prophet a switch-blade.) TP: Thanks. Romick! Let's finish this. The nice thing about blunt weapons is that they don't actually break the skin...so, officially, the match is still on-going. All that is about to change. (Prophet opens the switch-blade and approaches Romick. Romick starts thrashing against the wall, but is beaten down by Colby, West and AoD once again. When Romick's head slumps down, the Prophet approaches him again.) TP: He's a gamer...I'll give him that. Romick, everyone watching and everyone in the world is going to remember this night. But, because you were such an important part of this night, since you were so helpful to the Inner Circle, we decided that you deserved something a little special. So, from the bottom of my heart, I give you this... (The Prophet proceeds to use the switch-blade to carve the symbol of the Inner Circle into Romick's chest. The Prophet finishes the carving and steps back to admire his handiwork. Colby does the "framing" move on Romick and nods approval.) TP: Hang on tight, baby...you and everyone else in the I/W. The Inner Circle is back in town and it's going to be a bumpy ride for everyone! Now, ring the bell and raise my hand! *DING* *DING* *DING* Francine: The winner of the first blood match...representing the Inner Circle, The Prophet!!! (There is a mixture of cheers and boos at this announcement at the Choir-Master raises the Prophet's hand in victory. Then, the four members of the IC climb the turnbuckles and all make the IC hand symbol. The pyro above the ring goes off as "Lovin' Every Minute of It" by LoverBoy starts playing over the P.A. system. The crowd starts to cheer when they hear Derrick DaMann's entrance music. The IC meet in the middle of the ring, gathering up the ropes they used to enter the ring. The Prophet still has the mic.) TP: And, now...ladies and gentlemen...it's time for us to say goodnight, but let me leave you with this one thought. 4 Men, 1 Circle, 1 Destiny! (With those words, the Inner Circle are raised back into the rafters, as the I/W officials finally get past the locks on the door and enter the ring. The paramedics pull Romick off the cage-wall, Sarah not leaving his side as they put him on the stretcher and wheel him out.) Jim Robson: My God, the Inner Circle is back in the IWF/WOW. How could this happen? ------------------------------------------------- Francine: The following contest is set for one fall with a 25 minute time limit, and it is a Triple Threat tag team Match for the IWF/WOW Tag Team Championship! [pop from the crowd.] Francine: Introducing first.... ["THE HEAT IS ON" by GLENN FREY begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, at a total combined weight of 468 pounds, here is "The Rocket" Richard Blair and "The Innovator" Johnny Maple, they are... BADD ATTITUDE!!! [The crowd boo's as Johnny Maple and Richard Blair make their way down to the ring.] Francine: Introducing next.... ["Refuse to Lose" by Non Phixion begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] Francine: About to enter the ring, at a total combined weight of 425 pounds, here is Cyclone Gaijin and Hurricaine Straferm they are the... LIGHTNING BOLTS!!! [The crowd continues to cheer as The Lightning Bolts come out from behind the curtain and make their way down to the ring.] [The cameraview quickly cuts backstage, where John VanMann us standing by himself, pacing, waiting it seems for james Monosso. Then the camera veiw cuts back to the ring where Hurricaine Strafer has grabbed the mic fron Francine.] HURRICAINE STRAFER: Hey, Van Mann, wondering where you're little buddy is? Allow me to illuminate you. Y'see, you're partner seems a little...off balanced. I mean, I watch his interviews, I've seen him in the ring, and to quote Hank Hill, the boy ain't right. [crowd is puzzled.] HURRICAINE STRAFER: And it pained me. It really did. He obviously needed help, and he wasn't going to get any from you. You only encouraged his behavior for your own selfish wants. [crowd boos Strafer] That's, right, he should be booed. Shame on him. [Strafer pauses.] HURRICAINE STRAFER: And since you weren't willing to help him, I did. I placed a phone call to the local psyche ward, and they agreed to assist your partner. At 9:00 A.M. this morning, they paid a visit to Mr. Monosso's hotel room, and took him away (with a little struggle). So, to be blunt, he traded his wrestling tights for a white jacket, and exchanged his hotel room for a padded room. Bottom line: you're on your own tonight. But I do hope they have TV, in the ward, so you partner can see the ass kicking we're about to lay on you... Of course, Monosso can come running down to the ring in a straightjacket during the match and join in, having escaped the hospital.] [Strafer hands the mic back to Francine.] Jim Robson: Oh my it seems as though The Lightning Bolts had James Monosso commited!! Or are they bluffing??? Francine: And their opponents.... VOICE-OVER: IT'S TIME TO BRING IN... ...THE __NEW__ __MILLENIUM__!!! ["Champions" by Grinspoon begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd gets on their feet, and gives a standing ovation to the popular New Millenium.] Francine: About to come to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan and The State Of Confusion respectively... and weighing a total combined five hundred and ten pounds, here are ... J O H N V A N M A N N ! ! ! J A M E S M O N O S S O ! ! ! ....they are members of... THE IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... T H E N E W M I L L E N I U M ! ! [John Van Mann walks out from behind the curtain and pauses, glaring down at the ring, but not walking down to the ring. He is not holding the I/W tag belts, and seems to be waiting for something. Then from out behiund the curtain, with both tag belts, comes James Monosso and the crowd gives a big pop as The New Milenium stands at the top of the ramp.] Jim Robson: Well it seems that Van Mann has his partner, but Monosso does not look happy at all. [All of the sudden Monosso and Van Mann run down to the ring, dropping the belts just before they enter the ring, and they slide in and all six men start going at it.] Jim Robson: And it seems the match is quickly underway now!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: MONOSSO IS ALL OVER STRAFER, AND VAN MANN IS POUNDING AWAY ON GAIJIN!! [Crowd pops.] Jim Robson: And here comes Badd Attitude to help out!! Maple and Blair drag Monosso off of Strafer and they start double teaming Monosso as Strafer stays in the corner shaking the cobwebs! [John Van Mann continues to pound away on Cyclone Gaijin, while his partner James Monosso is getting a beating from Johnny Maple and Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: Blair and Maple drag Monosso to his feet, and they throw him out of the ring!! Now Richard Blair goes over to Van Mann, and he rips VanMann off of Gaijin and he starts pounding away on Van Mann!! [The Lightning Bolts seem to regroup nd they stand side by side, while Johnny Maple appraoches them, apparently trying to workout some kind of deal with them. The Lightning Bolts just look at each other, then they both start hammering away on Johnny Maple which recieves a big pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson: The Lightning Bolts now doing a number on Johnny maple...AND THEY THROW HIM OUT OF THE RING!!! [Richard Blair turns to look at his partner, but see's that he is left alone with The Lightning Bolts, and he quickly gets to his feet to face them, unsure of what to do.] Jim Robson: Uh oh NOW Blair is in trouble! He is pleading with The Lightning Bolts...ND STRAFER RESPONDS WITH A KICK TO THE GUT ON BLAIR....AND THE LIGHTNING BOLTS WITH A DOUBLE SUPLEX ON "THE ROCKET"!!!! [The crowd pops as Cyclone Gaijin gets out of the ring, leaving John Van Mann, Richard Blair, and Hurricaine Strafer all in the ring.] Jim Robson: Wellit appears that we finally have some order in this tag team match as we have three men in the ring now!! Hurricane Strafer picks up Richard Blair...HURRICARANA BY STRAFER AND HE HOOKS THELEGS FOR A PINFALL... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jim Robson: NO VAN MANN SPEARS STRAFER AND STARTS HAMMERING AWAY WITH FAST LEFTS AND RIGHTS!!! [The crowd boo's instead of cheering.] Jim Robson: What the...??? [The booing gets louder as Alex Extreme and Ryan Rumble, the Masters of Disaster, walk down to the ring, and stand at ringside watching the match.] Jim Robson: For some reason I don't like the looks of this.... [Van Mann gets up and stands by the ring rops and yells down at the MoD, who make a gesture of innocence as Van Mann bad mouths them, and while the ref is trying to get Van Mann to get back to the match, Blair nails Strafer with a Low Blow that drops him, and then Blair tags in his partner Johnny maple who is up on the ring apron waiting.] Jim Robson: Here comes Maple...and he nails Van Mann with a Forearm across the back! And another one!! Maple whips Van Mann to the ropes....Maple goes for a Clothsline...no Van Mann with a Crucifix on Maple but he can't get him down...AND HURRICAINE STRAFER WITH A DROPKICK TO THE CHEST OF JOHNNY MAPLE KNOCKING HIM DOWN.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jim Robson: No the count is broken by Strafer!!! [The crowd pops as Strafer kicks away at both Johnny Maple and John Van Mann, then he turns and makes the tag to his partner Cyclone Gaijin, who climbs up to the top ropes and waits.] Jim Robson: Gaijin is in and waiting....Van Mann and Maple are back to their feet....AND A TOP ROPE DOUBLE CLOTHSLINE BY CYCLONE GAIJIN ON BOTH MEN!!!!! GAIJIN GOES FOR THE COVER ON VAN MANN... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thr..... Jim Robson: No a kickout by Van Mann!! Gaijin over to maple goes to pic....NO MAPLE ROLLS HIM UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thre..... Jim Robson: No Gaijin kicks out! Maple up on his feet facing Gaijin....BUT FROM BEHIND VAN MANN ROLLS HIM UP.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thre..... Jim Robson: NO GAIJIN BREAKS IT UP WITH A TOP ROPE SPLASH ON BOTH MEN!!! [The crowd pops big as all three men in the ring are on the mat moving slowly.] Jim Robson: Van Mann seems to have hurt his neck a bit and he is not moving that much....meanwhile Johnny Maple crawls over to his corner...and he tags in Richard Blair! [The crowd boo's as Blair gets in the ring.] Jim Robson: Cyclone Gaijin goes to get to his feet, but he's met by a Dropkick from Richard Blair!! Blair walks over to Van Mann, he picks him up....SWINGING NECKBREAKER BY RICHARD BLAIR!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One.... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Three..... Jim Robson: No Gaijin stops the count and prevents Badd Attitude from once again winning the tag titles! Gaijin and Blair now are exchanging punches, and Blair gets the upperhand! He whips Gaijin to the corner...and a big Clothsline on Gaijin!! Blair with another irish Whip sends Gaijin to the opposite corner.....Blair chrges in...NO GAIJIN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND BLAIR HITS THE TRUNBUCKLE HARD!! Gaijin spins Blair around in the corner and starts hammering away like crazy on Richard Blair! [The crowd pops as Gaijin hammers away on Blair, then he stops and Blair falls out of the corner. Gaijin looks over at Van mann, who is very slow to get to his feet, and he ignores him and tags in his partner.] Jim Robson: Hurricaine Strafer is up to the top....Blair gets to his feet....AND A MISSLE DROPKICK BY STRAFER!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Three..... Jim Robson: No kickout! We almost had new champs! Remember folks it doesn't matter which opponent you pin, as long as you pin someone from the opposing team! [Strafer gets to his feet and starts kicking away at Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: Well folks Van Mann is still 'injured'....James Monosso still has not been officially active in the ring, and the Masters of Disater are still looking on during this match, i guess they are scouting to see who the tag champs will be after this match! Wait back in the ring, Van Mann on his feet....AND HE NAILS STRAFER WITH AN INVERTED DDT!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE..... Jim Robson: NO RICHARD BLAIR BREAKS THE COUNT!!! [The crowd boo's, but then pops as Van Mann gets up and starts trading punches with Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: Van Mann and Blair going shot for shot here....Blair seems to get the upperhand...he goes to send Van Mann to the ropes with an Irish Whip...no reversal by JVM....Blair bounces off the ropes....AND A POWERSLAM BY JVM ON "THE ROCKET"!!! HE GOES FOR A COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE..... Jim Robson: NO BLAIR KICKSOUT!!!!! [The crowd boo's, showing their disaproval, thinking the count was made, as Van Mann argues with the ref, and Hurricaine Strafer climbs u to the top turnbuckle and sits there waiting.] Jim Robson: Van Mann gives up agruing with the ref and turns to go back to Monosso for a tag....NO STRAFER NAILS HIM WITH A TORNADO DDT!!! HE HOOKS THE LEG AND GOES FOR THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: WE HAVE NEW TAG CHAMPS!!! [PThe crowd pops as the bell sounds.] Francine: Here are your winners of the match and the new IWF/WOW Tag Team Champions... THE LIGHTNING BOLTS!!!! ["Refuse to Lose" by Non Phixion plays and the crowd pops as The Lightning Bolts celebrate their victory. Then the Masters of Disaster walk over to the timekeepers table and grab the tag belts and enter the ring, facing off against The Lightning Bolts.] Jim Robson: Uh oh what do we have here....???? [Alex Extreme and Ryan Rumble talk amognst themselves, admiring the tag belts, and then Alex Extreme grabs the mic from Francine.] ALEX EXTREME: Hey Lightning Bolts...even though you two idiots won the match, we will still see you as being complete losers!!! [The crowd boo's as The Lightning Bolts get impatient waiting for their belts.] ALEX EXTREME: I think that these belts would look better around our waists, then around your guys' pathetic.... [The Lignting Bolts don't let Extreme finish and they attack the MoD as the two teams start fighting.] Jim Robson: Extreme and Rumble were trying to be arrogant and cocky, and they got under the skin of the Lightning Bolts and now both teams are fighting!!! [The crowd pops for the fighting as the brawl spills outside of the ring, and security slowly runs down to break the four men apart.] -------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Up next we've got... [Suddenly, "Good Day" by Arlibido blares over the loud speaker... ] JR: Who is this? [After several minutes, a medium sized man walks out. He's about 6'0", and 200 pounds. He looks in shape, and has blonde hair and blue eyes, along with a goatee. The man is none other than former IWF/WOW President Chris Jurkschat. The fans give the former President a mixed reaction. Some cheering the man out of respect, others booing him for his past actions.] JR: What is former President Jurkschat doing here? [The former President walks out, and sits down at the announcers desk.] Jurkschat: Ahh, it's great to be back boys. Isn't it? JR: What are you doing back here Chris? Jurkschat: That's Christopher to you. At least if you want to see your next paycheck. JR: Unn... FUCK YOU! Jurkschat: As for what I'm doing out here. I'm here to see this fine match between two great athletes, Razor Ron Jeremy and Cooper Concrete. Let's just get to the ring and give the fans what they want, some great wrestling action. PA: CUZ RON IS GOD, AND GOD IS RON!!!!! ["Daterape" by Sublime begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd pops!] Francine: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, U.S.A., standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 280 pounds, here is... R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! [Razor Ron Jeremy peeps slowly through the curtain and then jumps down the aisle. He breaks out that famous grin and starts dancing ska and laughing like crazy for no apparent reason. He's making faces to the crowd and laughing at them as he looks really foolish, but the fans get a kick out of it. RRJ has on loose grey sweatpants and a torn up black T-shirt with a picture Ren & Stimpy on it, white wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape. "Ron is God and everyone else sucks", "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "Ron is God, but needs help!" signs. After a few seconds, RRJ feels the urge to sing the lyrics to his song.] RRJ: SHE DIDN'T WANT TO, HE HAD HIS WAY, SHE SAID LET'S GO, HE SAID...."RRJ!" C'MON BABE IT'S YOUR LUCK DAY, DADADADADADADADAY. HHHEEEEEHEHEHEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!! [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle, then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd; then starts to laugh again...aw dammit. After a big pop, he runs down to ringside grabbing something out form underneath the apron, and sticks what appears to be Bootie onto the turnbuckle. He sits down in the corner to examine if his fingernails need a trimming.] JR: Razor Ron Jeremy... he is a very talented and unique individual. Tonight he will give it his best effort, and hopefully come out as the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion. Jurkschat: I've been watching this guy since day one, and he's impressed me like none other. He's just as good, if not better than IWF/WOW greats such as Derrick DaMann, Martin Richards and many others. JR: Even Rick Styles? Jurkschat: [laughing] This guy makes Styles look like a snail. ["Another One Bites The Dust " by QUEEN is played over the PA system and the crowd cheers wildly!] Francine: About to enter the ring, standing 6 foot 6 inches and weighing 285 lbs., from Boston, Massachusetts- he's led to the ring by his manager, Kelly James...here is... The Man With The Plan.... The IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... C O O P E R C O N C R E T E ! ! ! ! ! ! ! [The sensuous Kelly James makes her way through the curtains, and is followed by the Man With The Plan, Cooper Concrete...The crowd erupts as the IWFWOW Superstar slaps hands with the fans as the duo make their way down the aisle. On the JumboTron are snipets of Coop's IWFWOW career facing other Superstars such as AJ Stanson, Professor Steve West, the AoD, Eric Travers, Pain Inc, and Modern Apocalypse. In the ring, spotlights of COOP 3:B shine down on the mat. Cooper is wearing bluejeans, workboots, workgloves, a black "COOP 3:B" T-shirt, and his insignia orange hardhat and shades. As Cooper gets up on the apron, he holds the ropes open for Kelly James, and the twosome flash the 3:B signal to the fans...(3 fingers raised in the air) and the fans respond in a big way. Kelly then blows a kiss to the crowd and the Man With The Plan focuses on the match.] JR: The Man with the Plan, Cooper Concrete. The Champ looks ready. Jurkschat: Cooper is the World Champion? What has this place come to? My prediction, RRJ will take the title in, oh... lets give the match sixty seconds. JR: But the man is the World Champion... Jurkschat: For some odd reason, yes he is. But he won't be after tonight. DING! DING! DING! JR: They're about to lock up... Hold on... Jurkschat: Wait? Whose that? JR: It's Steve West... Jurkschat: West? What the hell is he doing involved in a main event? JR: West has got the stick. STEVE WEST: Hey RRJ, relax. I am here from the President. Jurkschat: Yeah, the crooked piece of shit that he is. Did I tell you he had me doing this last minute? I was about to get some rest, and he comes after me telling me he needed me tonight. God damnit. STEVE WEST: The reason that I come out here is to add one more stipulation to this match. You see as the former champion and having not received a rematch yet, one which Cooper has promised a couple of weeks back, I now have this. This is a contract for the Millenium Mayhem. At that program, it says here that Steve West will wrestle the World Heavyweight Champion, whomever it may be. So Cooper and RRJ, best of luck, but remember that the holidays will be short as the Professor is looking to get the title back. JR: How's that for an announcement! Jurkschat: I can't believe it. I spent years holding this guy back, and look at him now! JR: RAZOR RON JEREMY NAILS COOPER FROM BEHIND AND THIS MATCH IS UNDERWAY! Jurkschat: Smart move by RRJ. Get the early advantage. JR: Well Jeremy is a good brawler, and he's using his skills to an advantage early on. He's got Cooper backed into the corner and he's going to work on him. JR: Jeremy landing several stiff shots to the chest of Cooper. RRJ now whips Cooper to the other side... HOLD ON! Reversal by Cooper. RRJ goes flying into the corner... Cooper charges after... RRJ MOVES! BUT COOPER PUTS ON THE BREAKS BEFORE HITTING THE CORNER! Jurkschat: Cooper's going to get nailed from behind my Jeremy... JR: NO! Cooper ducks as RRJ takes a swing at him. COOPER TAKES RRJ DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Jurkschat: Come on RRJ, don't let a little baby kick your ass. JR: Better watch yourself. Cooper might just come out here and kick your ass. Jurkschat: [getting slightly upset] You'd better watch yourself too... JR: Settle down now FAG! Cooper Concrete now picks up RRJ! Short arm clothesline by Cooper. RRJ is now down on the mat... Cooper Concrete drops an elbow down on him. Cooper Concrete is off to a good start in this match. He's looking strong. He picks RRJ up and whips him into the ropes... Cooper goes for the clothesline... DUCK BY RRJ! Jurkschat: 'Atta boy! JR: Cooper turns around... RRJ LANDS A KICK TO THE MID SECTION OF COOPER!! RRJ now sets Cooper up... PILEDRIVER!! Jurkschat: Alright Razor! Pin Cooper now, and we can at least keep my prediction of sixty seconds close. JR: You'd still be off by a few minutes... Jurkschat: Shut up. JR: Cooper Concrete has rolled over to the ropes and is using them as leverage to help get himself up. Jurkschat: Don't let Cooper get up... JR: Here comes RRJ... he charges... SPHERE!! OHMIGOD! RRJ AND COOPER CONCRETE JUST FELL TO THE FLOOR! Jurkschat: Ohh... that's gonna hurt tomorrow. RRJ nailed Cooper Concrete with a sphere, and they both fell through the middle ropes to the floor! JR: Both men are dzed, but RRJ seems to be in better condition out of the two. He's at least able to get to his feet. Cooper Concrete is fighting to get to his feet as well. He may have got the wind knocked out of him, but he is the World Champion, and he won't go down without a fight. Jurkschat: But the fall to the floor is going to have a negative effect on Cooper for the rest of the match. He's not going to be the same. JR: You're right about that. Jurkschat: As usual. JR: RRJ is to his feet. He has Cooper... **** SLAM! **** JR: RRJ WHIPS COOPER INTO THE STEEL RING STEPS! Jurkschat: Cooper's back was just slammed into those steps at a hundred miles an hour... he's lucky that didn't break his back. JR: Cooper Concrete is really taking a beating here at the hands of RRJ. RRJ is searching under the ring for something. RRJ is pulling out some cord! And now he's wrapping the cord around the neck of Cooper Concrete. He's going to choke him out!! Jurkschat: I love this! JR: You can't wait for Cooper to be beat. Jurkschat: Cooper doesn't deserve this title. A title that greats like Derrick DaMann and the Prophet have held. JR: RRJ is now getting up on the ring apron. It looks like... no! I can't believe this... Jeremy is pulling up on the ring cord... it's like he's hanging Cooper Concrete! It's hard to imagine Cooper Concrete being able to come back from something like this. RRJ is letting go of Cooper Concrete now, and he's going back to the outside. Jurkschat: Who knows what sort of punishment RRJ has in store for Cooper. JR: Well, RRJ is picking up a chair now... We all know what's coming next... RRJ is going to take a swing... Jurkschat: Oh, yeah! JR: NO!! COOPER CONCRETE JUST NAILED RRJ WITH A LOW BLOW!! RRJ DROPS THE CHAIR!! Jurkschat: Look at the look on Jeremy's face... he's in extreme pain from Cooper's low blow. JR: Cooper needs to use this time to regroup, and try to get the advantage back. Jurkschat: Oh god no, this can't be happening. JR: What ever happened to RRJ getting the easy win? Jurkschat: Well if concrete for brains here hadn't taken the low road and nailed RRJ with that low blow, it'd be over by now. JR: Cooper is to his feet now... AND HE HAS THAT CHAIR!! ********* WHACK!!! ********* JR: OHMIGOD! I think Cooper might have broken RRJ's back with that shot. That will go down as the shot heard round the world. Jurkschat: Ohh... call the medics! RRJ might not be able to walk after that one. All because of that moron... that... words cannot describe how stupid that man is. JR: Well that man is back in control of the match right now. Cooper picks up RRJ... HE WHIPS RRJ INTO THE GUARD RAIL! They're coming over here now... Jurkschat: Good. Maybe I'll just go and kick Cooper's ass myself. JR: I'd like to see you try. Jurkschat: You don't think I could do it? JR: Lets see you. Jurkschat: Alright. I'll do it. JR: Well Cooper Concrete just picked up RRJ... he slammed him to the mat. Jurkschat: [calling Cooper] Hey... Cooper. [Cooper looks towards Jurkschat, and gives him a "who? me?" look.] Yeah you. Shits for brains. JR: I'm not sure this is a smart move by the former President. Jurkschat: [yelling at Cooper] Who the hell do you think you are... [the former President continues to berate Cooper, however his comments aren't audible on television.] JR: He better watch himself. [After several minutes of yelling, Cooper just turns his back on Jurkschat and ignores him.] JR: HOLD ON A MINUTE!! IT'S KELLY JAMES!! SHE JUST NAILED JURKSCHAT FROM BEHIND!! [Big pop from the fans.] JR: That'll shut him up... I think she knocked him out cold. Cooper Concrete is going back to work on RRJ. Finally, we don't have to listen to Jurkschat's petty complaints anymore. Cooper Concrete has RRJ back into the ring. NECKBREAKER BY COOPER CONCRETE!! Cooper goes for the cover... the count... 1.... 2............ JEREMY KICKS OUT!! [Crowd pops.] JR: Ohh, so close! Cooper Concrete picks up RRJ... Cooper is going for a piledriver... HOLD ON!! RESERSAL BY RRJ! HE JUST WENT GOT OUT OF IT BY USING THE BACK BODY DROP!! RRJ is on his feet. He grabs his boot. This could be it if he nails Cooper with it... Cooper Concrete is up... NO!! COOPER CONCRETE DUCKS FROM THE BOOT!! IT NAILS THE REFEREE INSTEAD!! The referee is out cold! [Crowd pops.] JR: RRJ just knocked the referee out cold by mistake... what's going to happen now? Hold on a minute... here comes Steve West. Who is he going to go after? Jeremy or Concrete? Looks like... huh? He's trying to help the offical up? Back in the ring RRJ has the boot again... Cooper in watching West assist the referee.... RRJ NAILS COOPER WITH THE BOOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! RRJ is now going after West... he's getting in West's face. West is just ignoring RRJ. He's trying to help the offical up. Well, there certainly is no love lost between these two men. RRJ is the one who cost Steve West the World Title. It appears nothing is going to happen as RRJ walks away from West. RRJ is now going to go for the kill. He's getting both boots on... But look at West. He's going and getting a chair now... What does he have in store for RRJ? He's going into the ring... RRJ better watch out... TOO LATE!! HE DRILLS RRJ OVER THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR!! RRJ is gone. Down on the mat. So is Cooper. So is the official for that matter. West picks up Cooper. He's throwing Cooper on top of RRJ. Cooper is going to retain the title... but there's no referee! Steve West is helping the referee up!! He's going for the count... 1....... 2............ .............. ................ RRJ KICKS OUT!! [Crowd pops.] JR: I don't believe it! I don't know how RRJ managed to kick out of that. I thought he was gone for sure. So did all of the fans here in the arena. Concrete didn't know what happened. Concrete lifts up RRJ and places him on the top turnbuckle! SUPERPLEX! NO! BLOCKED! RRJ SUPERPLEXES CONCRETE TO THE FLOOR! THEY LANDED ON STEVE WEST! The referee is counting them out! Referee: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... JR: RRJ rolls in! BUT HE ROLLS BACK OUT! Now RRJ rolls in the lifeless Concrete! He's back in and covers! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] JR: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP! RAZOR RON JEREMY IS THE NEW IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION! UNBELIEVABLE! THE MENTAL WARD IS GOING NUTS! Francine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION... RAZOR RON JEREMY! -------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: The Countdown to the Millenium continues with only 5 men remaining. Two more men will be eliminated tonight as we near the Millenium. The Prophet already wrestled tonight and would have been in a disadvantage until he reformed the Inner Circle. The most dominant stable in the history of wrestling. They created havoc in 4 federations. But the former enemies, Magnus Colby and Steve West have joined the stable. Obviously, the Prophet and the Angel of Death will be working together. The Syndicate, Chris Fisher and Daemon Winters, will be working together. Hightower looks to be in trouble. Let's go to the ring for the introductions. ["Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd jumps to it's feet cheering wildly. As the first 'BONG' is heard, the lights go out and an "A" shines in white on the aisleway.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 258 pounds, here is ... THE ANGEL OF DEATH!!!!! [The arena lights go out as a series of multi-coloured crosses start spinning along the entrence way and over the arena. The Alleluia Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" starts to play over the PA system and the "IC" chants from the crowd almost drown out the music.] Francine: About to enter the ring, led by the Choir-Master, hailing from The Bible Belt, standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 235 pounds, he is the 3-time IWF/WoW World Heavyweight Champion...THE PROPHET!!!!! Jim Robson: The Angel of Death and The Prophet are talking strategy. They are going to work together. ["Wasting my Hate" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 238 pounds, here is ... DAEMON WINTERS!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: Winters has a trash can full of objects again. When is Ishikawa going to put a stop to this madness. This is wrestling. I joined the IWF/WOW for the wrestling not garbage fighting. Winters is waiting for Fisher before entering the cage. [The lights in the arena suddenly go out, sending the place into blackness. The faint swell of music is heard in the background...very soft...getting louder...and then...] Voice Over The PA: Hey...what can I say? Its just buisness... [Real Solution # 9 by White Zombie (non lyrical) suddenly blares throughout the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy of boos. The lights suddenly come back on with a distinct green tint to them, and begin flashing on and off.] Francine: About to come down the aisle, hailing from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS...he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds...here is... "T H E M E T H O D M A N" C H R I S F I S H E R!!!! Jim Robson: Fisher and Winters are cautious about entering the cage. They are asking the referee to back AoD and the Prophet away from the entrance so they can enter. ["Nookie" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers as the house lights dim, and a silver spotlight hits the curtain at the top of the entrance way.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 271 pounds, here is ... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER IS RUNNING TO THE RING! HE PUSHES FISHER AND WINTERS INTO THE CAGE! The door is locked behind them! The Inner Circle attack! [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson: The Prophet is working over Fisher! Hightower is helping him! Is he joining the Inner Circle? [AoD is choking Winters with his foot.] JR: The Prophet is looking a little tired. He backs away and lets Hightower beat Fisher. He's pummeling him with vicious lefts and rights. Hightower picks up Fisher and hip tosses him across the ring! RUNNING LARIAT BY HIGHTOWER! The Prophet is cheering on Hightower. He's ignoring the Prophet and is concentrating on Fisher. [AoD is choking Winters with the top rope.] JR: Hightower whips Fisher into the ropes... BACKDROP! INTO THE BARBED WIRE! FISHER HIT THE BARBED WIRE! His back is full of holes! Hightower picks him up... RUNNING POWER SLAM! Hightower covers! Crowd: ONE! TWO! JR: AoD makes the save?! He smashes Hightower's head into the top turnbuckle! AoD whips Hightower across the ring into the turnbuckles... WINTERS EXECUTES A RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP ON AoD! He backed into Winters. THE PROPHET NAILS WINTERS WITH A CROSS BODY BLOCK! The Prophet is pounding on Winters! [Fisher takes advantage of Hightower.] JR: Fisher has Hightower on the top turnbuckle. What's he going to do? HE'S RAMMING HIGHTOWER'S HEAD BACK INTO THE BARBED WIRE! HIGHTOWER IS BUSTED OPEN! SUPERPLEX! Fisher covers! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! JR: The Prophet saves Hightower with an elbow drop! The Prophet hits Fisher with an elbow smash. Chop to the chest! He backs Fisher into a corner... drives his shoulder into the gut. NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! JR: WINTERS WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO PROPHET'S STOMACH! Winters picks up the Prophet... gut buster! Belly to belly suplex! Winters controlling the Prophet. Leg drop! The Angel of Death misses a clothesline! SUPERKICK BY WINTERS! AoD fell into the cage! Winters dropkicks him! Fisher is back up and he hits Hightower with a kneelift. DDT! He covers Hightower! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! JR: KICKOUT! Fisher picks up Hightower... BRAIN BUSTER! Winters has AoD's head between his legs... POWER BOMB! HE COVERS! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! JR: SUNSET FLIP BY THE PROPHET ON WINTERS! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! JR: KICKOUT! Fisher grabs Hightower's head... SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG! One of his signature moves! Hightower is out cold! Fisher covers! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! JR: AoD pulls Fisher off but he's in no shape to mount an offensive. AoD is getting pounded on the head. [Winters is whipped into the ropes by the Prophet.] JR: BACKDROP BY THE PROPHET! He's leaving the ring and climbing the turnbuckles. He is trying to avoid the barbed wire... MISSILE DROPKICK! WINTERS DROPKICKS PROPHET IN MID-AIR! Both men are hurt! [Fisher picks up a broom.] JR: The forgotten trashcan comes into play! Everyone was too busy to grab anything until now! FISHER BREAKS THE BROOM OVER AoD'S HEAD! He jams the remaining stick into the stomach of AoD! He pulls out a cookie sheet... HEY! That was my oil pan! OVER THE HEAD OF THE PROPHET! Fisher is going nuts! He pulls out a dish rack! That's the caterer's! They use that to dry dishes! HE SMASHES IT OVER HIGHTOWER'S HEAD! Fisher hands Winters a broken goalie stick. Looks like Kevin Weekes. He must have broken it after he was told he was traded. WINTERS SMASHES THE STICK OVER THE BACK OF AoD! Fisher is emptying the trashcan. Someone threw out a plastic water pitcher! FISHER SMASHES IT OVER HIGHTOWER'S HEAD! HIGHTOWER IS BLEEDING PROFUSELY! The Syndicate has destroyed most of the objects in the trashcan! There's nothing left for them to use! [Winters picks up a handful of broken debris and rubs it into the forehead of AoD.] JR: Fisher is pracing around the ring. He picks up the trash can... SMASHES HIGHTOWER IN THE FACE! [He picks up Hightower and slaps his face a few times.] JR: Fireman's carry... INTO A FACE SLAM! Fisher grabs Hightower by the hair and tosses him face first into the cage! HIGHTOWER IS A BLEEDING PIG! Fisher is behind Hightower... ROLLING GERMAN SUPLEXES! HE BRIDGES BACKWARDS FOR THE PIN! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! JR: THE PROPHET NAILS FISHER WITH THE TRASH CAN! FISHER IS ROLLING AROUND THE MAT IN PAIN! THE PROPHET RAISES HIS FIST IN THE AIR AND HOLDS UP THE INNER CIRCLE HAND SIGN! [Crowd goes nuts.] JR: THE PROPHET BASHES THE TRASH CAN OVER WINTERS' HEAD! WINTERS IS DOWN! [The Prophet re-shapes the trash can back to it's original shape and places it mid ring.] JR: The Prophet drops Winters on the top turnbuckle with an inverted atomic drop! That's got to hurt! He's climbing the turnbuckles. [The Prophet executes a top rope hurricarana.] JR: THE HOLY ROLLER ON THE TRASH CAN! He doesn't cover! He picks up Winters in a bearhug. [AoD runs into the ropes.] JR: SPINNING LEG LARIAT BY AoD NAILS WINTERS! They pick up Winters. Double gorilla press... INTO THE BARBED WIRE CAGE! WINTERS' FOREHEAD IS MUSH! They turn their attention to Fisher. Prophet picks him up in a spinebuster... AoD NAILS HIM WITH A DIVING REVERSE ELBOW AT THE SAME TIME! They pick up Fisher and toss him into a corner. [The Prophet is in the opposite corner.] JR: Looks like AoD is going to toss him into Fisher. NO! THEY REVERSE! AoD HITS FISHER WITH A RUNNING LARIAT! [Crowd pops.] JR: They are going for it again! Here comes AoD... HOT SHOT! FISHER CAUGHT HIM IN A HOT SHOT! AoD fell backwards to the mat after hitting his head! PINFALL! WINTERS ROLLS UP THE PROPHET FROM BEHIND! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! JR: KICKOUT BY BOTH INNER CIRCLE MEMBERS!! Wait! Hightower has recovered! He has the trashcan... BOOM! DOWN GOES FISHER! HIGHTOWERINATOR! HE DROPKICKED THE TRASH CAN INTO THE FACE OF WINTERS! Hightower to the top turnbuckle... TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE NAILS WINTERS! HE COVERS! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! JR: FISHER WITH THE SAVE! He nailed Hightower with a leg drop. ENZUIGIRI BY FISHER ON THE PROPHET! Fisher grabs the Prophet by the hair... RUNNING REVERSE NECK BREAKER! He covers the Prophet! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! JR: HIGHTOWER PULLS HIM OFF! Kick to the ribs... DDT! Hightower catches AoD! [Rock Bottom because I can't spell the Japanese name of the move.] JR: THE PLUMMET! HE COVERS AoD! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! JR: SAVE! THE PROPHET DROPKICKED HIGHTOWER IN THE FACE! This is insane! The Prophet whips Hightower into the ropes... DOUBLE CROSS BODY BLOCK! THEY WERE THINKING THE SAME MOVE! [Crowd moans over the impact.] JR: Both men looked winded. "The Black Messiah" Christian Romick is coming to ringside. He looks terrible. HE JUST TOSSED THE CHOIR MASTER INTO THE BARBED WIRE CAGE! HE'S PICKING HIM UP AND HE'S TAKING HIM OUT OF HERE! [Crowd boos!] JR: The fans are actually against Romick taking the Choir Master! The Prophet sees Romick taking the Choir Master. WINTERS PUSHES HIM FROM BEHIND INTO THE BARBED WIRE! [Hightower is dragging Fisher's face across the barbed wire.] JR: OH MY GOD! LOOK AT FISHER'S FACE! It's being shredded! Winters has the trashcan... BANG! HIGHTOWER'S A BLOODY MESS! He tosses Hightower into the ropes... MISSES A CLOTHESLINE! CHOKESLAM BY HIGHTOWER ON THE TRASHCAN! He picks him up. Death Valley Driver! NO! Winters escapes! Spins Hightower... KICK TO THE RIBS! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! THE SILENCER! HE COVERS! FISHER JUMPS ON TOP OF WINTERS AND HIGHTOWER! [The Prophet is tangled in the barbed wire.] Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! [DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!] Francine: HIGHTOWER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY DAEMON WINTERS! JR: NO! THE FAN FAVOURITE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! The odds were against him too many times. They're unlocking the cage door... Fisher continues to kick at Hightower! The man is eliminated! Enough already! Fisher positions near the open door and is taunting him. WHAT THE...? [Hades jumps the guardrailing and slams the door shut on Fisher's head!] JR: FISHER HAD HIS HEAD BASHED IN! HADES SAVED HIGHTOWER FROM FUTURE DAMAGE! [Hightower is out cold on the floor. Hades looks at him and leaves the ringside area.] JR: Hades is leaving Hightower on the floor? The fans are chanting his name but Hades doesn't care. HE JUST SPIT AT A FAN! He's still disgusting! AoD has recovered and he grabs Winters from behind... BACK SUPLEX! AoD grabs Fisher by the hair... whips him into the ropes... HOT SHOT! NO! LOU THESZ PRESS! BOTH MEN FALL INTO THE BARBED WIRE! OUCH! The Angel of Death escapes the barbed wire first. He drags out Fisher while stomping at him. The Prophet grabs Winters' leg... knee drop on the leg! [Prophet applies a figure four leglock.] JR: THE CONFESSIONAL! AoD with an atomic drop. NO! Blocked! SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG ON THE TRASHCAN! FISHER ROLLS OVER AoD! HERE'S THE COUNT! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! [DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!] JR: WINTERS HELD THE PROPHET! HE COULDN'T SAVE HIS STABLEMATE! Francine: THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY "THE METHOD MAN" CHRIS FISHER!! JR: THE SYNDICATE WILL TAKE ON THE PROPHET IN THE FINALS! SEE YOU AT THE MILLENMIUM MAYHEM!