'\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ 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 [ Camera opens to somewhere in the back, a corridor to be exact. A young scrawny man is shown looking through a big steel box. He's wearing faded jeans, a red shirt that reads "RING CREW", and sports a long black mullet. Elijah Flynt, dressed in the usual dirty, light-brown, leather trench-coat, baggy brown dress pants and an old white shirt walks up behind him. ] Flynt: 'Allo, mate. [ The kid is severely startled, clutching his chest. He turns around and sees the Brit before him. ] Youth: Don't scare me like that! Flynt: Sorry 'bout that... listen, wot's yer name lad? Youth: Mikey Moore, why? Flynt: Did ye ever wonder about becoming famous like? Moore: Uh, never really thought about it much. Flynt: Do ye believe in th' sayin' about everyone 'aving their fifteen minutes of fame? Moore: I suppose. Flynt: Then I'll give ye yer fifteen mate... I'll make ye famous. Moore: How? Flynt: All ye 'ave t'do is this... [ Elijah turns to to the camera. His hand covers the lens. ] Cameraman: You can't do that! Flynt: Stop me! Cameraman: YYYYEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!! *THWACK! THWACK!* *THUD!* [ The voices and the hand over the lens vanish at the sound of a chord being pulled. ] [ The screen changes from the previous broadcast and changes to show the following: ______ __ __ ____ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ _`\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ T \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \_\_\ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\/ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\_______/\ \_\/_/ \ `\_______/\ \_____\ `\_______/ \/_____/ '\/__//__/ \/_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ The screen once again changes and "Birdman" by Our Lady Peace can be heard playing. The new screen is a split screen with the left half showing Damien Caine, and the right half showing Kritical Kondition] "hopelessly a man starts to feed you day once he was there you never looked back" [The screen changes and shows Elijah Flynt backstage, preparing for his match with "Meat Machine" Mike Marconi] "how did you think that his words might just fade away he seemed harmless enough to let him in and now you'll pay" [The next scene up is from the Mayhem before the pay-per-view, with Sean Eden smacking "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn with a chair causing Vahn to be pinned by Johnny Spades.] "I can't see him but he's stalking my thoughts how does it feel when you can't concentrate? I just stare all your daydreams are a seesaw for him to play on" [Next, it shows Johnny Spades handcuffing Chris Fisher to the ringpost and beating on him.] "How does it when he calls your name you can plug your ears but it's not the same How does it feel when he pulls you back? Get it on Get it on..." [Shown next is Trevor Redding and "Countdown" Chris Carter getting in a staredown in the middle of the ring.] "Nobody's wrong, nobody's right The birdman wouldn't lie Nobody's wrong, nobody's right But I just can't trust him tonight" [The final clip is of Eric Travers and Hightower. Shown is Eric Travers beating Hightower three times in their best of seven series, to take a three-nothing lead in the series.] "how can you forget a stranger that plauges your days we arm ourselves when there's nothing to fear right? wrong How does it feel when it comes to pass There's something there but it's not quite right How does is feel does it make you mad? Make you mad..." [To end it off, we come to the Christmas Madness logo...] =========================================================================== _______ _______ _______ |\ /| ( )( ___ )( ____ \ ( \ / ) | () () || ( ) || ( \/ \ (_) /_____ | || || || (___) || (_____ ) _ ((_____)| |(_)| || ___ |(_____ ) / ( ) \ | | | || ( ) | ) | ( / \ ) | ) ( || ) ( |/\____) | |/ \| |/ \||/ \|\_______) _______ _______ ______ _ _______ _______ _______ ( )( ___ )( __ \ ( ( /|( ____ \( ____ \( ____ \ | () () || ( ) || ( \ )| \ ( || ( \/| ( \/| ( \/ | || || || (___) || | ) || \ | || (__ | (_____ | (_____ | |(_)| || ___ || | | || (\ \) || __) (_____ )(_____ ) | | | || ( ) || | ) || | \ || ( ) | ) | | ) ( || ) ( || (__/ )| ) \ || (____/\/\____) |/\____) | |/ \||/ \|(______/ |/ )_)(_______/\_______)\_______) =========================================================================== =========== Christmas Madness V =========== December 18th, 2000 =========== =========================================================================== WORLD TITLE MATCH - BEST OF SEVEN SERIES Eric Travers [3 wins] vs Hightower [0 wins] NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH Trevor Redding vs "Countdown" Chris Carter GRUDGE MATCH Johnny Spades vs "Method Man" Chris Fisher GRUDGE MATCH Sean Eden vs "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn GRUDGE MATCH Elijah Flynt vs "Meat Machine" Mike Marconi DEBUT MATCH! Damien Caine vs Kritical Kondition =========================================================================== [ Finally, the scene opens up inside the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada where thousands and thousands of fans are packed inside. The camera pans over the fans, showing the various signs, including "BRING BACK THE IDOL!", "ELIJAH IS MY HERO!" and "WE NEED TAG TEAMS". ] [ The camera then pans over the ring entrance, which has a large Santa head next to it, with the IWF/WOW logo in the background. The camera then continues to pan over to the ring, which has Jim Robson and Jack Anderson standing next to it.] Jim Robson: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE FIFTH ANUAL IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS! Well we're ready to go to the ring... hold on, I'm told someone who we haven't seen in a while has just returned backstage? [The backstage entrance is shown, and former IWF/WOW co-President Chris Jurkschat is scene walking in.] Jack Anderson: WHAT!? Jim Robson: Wow... former co-President Chris Jurkschat is here! Jack Anderson: This could get interesting! Jim Robson: Who knows what could happen. Let's get down to the ring... [As the ring entrance is shown, a graphic for the next match comes on the screen.] ___ __ __ / ___|| \/ | =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= | | | |\/| | DEBUT MATCH | |__ | | | | Damien Caine vs Kritical Kondition \____||_| |_| =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= [The arena goes dark, as the opening guitar riff of "Drag You Down" by Finger Eleven plays. The drum beat kicks in, and then the heavy part, as the lights explode back on, and showers of green and black pyro shoot in the air on either side of the ramp. Kritical Kondition stands between them at the entrance, arms outstretched and looking to the ceiling, in a crucifix pose. He slowly walks the aisle to the ring, pounding fists with a few fans. He jumps directly on the apron and grabs the top rope, jumping over it, and waits in the corner for his next opponent.] Francine: About to enter the ring, standing 5 feet 10 inches and weighing 218 pounds, here is ... Kritical Kondition!!! [Kritical Kondition has shoulder length black hair, always wet, piercing grey eyes, and a black goatee. He has a large tattoo of a skull on his back, with a blunt in his mouth and a bony hand holding it. On top is the word "Kritical" and on the bottom, "Kondition". He has a blue eyebrow ring, and wears wrist tape. His tights are metallic black, with a glowing green lifeline wrapping around the waist, beating twice in the front and back. There are glowing green lifelines running down the front and back of the legs, and do the same.] Jim Robson: Kritical Kondition getting quite the pop here tonight. Jack Anderson: God only knows why. ["Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd erupts in a melee of chaos!] Francine: "About to enter the ring, from Tulsa, Oklahoma standing 7 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 364 pounds, here is... "The Outlaw". DAMIEN CAINE!!! [The lights cut off as 'Hell's Bells' begins to fill the arena. Blue and red spotlights kick in and shine on the curtain as it part, and firebombs explode out of the stage to the left and right of the entrance. Several waves of firebombs follow, and then finally they die down and Damien Caine rides through the entrance on his black pan head chopper. The words 'Reaper of Souls' is airbrushed across the glossy tank, and the image of a robed reaper carrying a large silver sythe is painted across the side of the tank. The gleam of the colored spotlights turns from blue and red, to bright white as the lights come up once more. Caine, dressed in black jeans and a faded leather duster, rides down to the ringside area, circles the ring once, and parks the bike just out of reach of the fans. He takes off his duster, and lays it over the seat of his bike, revealing the black muscle shirt he has on, and the black wraps he has on his arms half way up to his elbows. His arms are covered in a mural of exotic tattoos, colors splashed across his skin. As he turns around in the ring looking out to the crowd, you notice his shoulders are covered, and most of his back and chest as well, and have the same splashing of color with the most exotic tattoos you have ever seen. He slides under the bottom rope, and grabs a mic as the music cuts off.] Damien Caine: "Before tonight, everyone here was safe from the pain of those who could inflict it. But now, there is nothing here that can stop me from destroying everyone who steps into my path of destruction!" [As soon as he finishes, a firebomb explodes out of the ends of the ring posts and fire shoots towards the ceiling. Caine holds his arms high into the air, and the crowd erupts once again.] Jim Robson: Both men are making their IWF/WOW debut here tonight, and they are both getting quite the pop. Starting off on the right foot with the fans is probably a smart move. Jack Anderson: Maybe I'll take a nap. Jim Robson: You can do that if you want Jack, but I have the feeling this is going to be an exciting match. DING! DING! DING! Jim Robson: We're getting down to action here. It looks like Caine and Kritical Kondition are going to shake hands before the match. Jack Anderson: This makes me sick. Jim Robson: Kritical Kondition goes to accept... OHH! Boot to the gut by Caine! Maybe that wasn't a smart move by Kritical Kondition. Jack Anderson: [laughing] What a fool. I can't believe Kritical Kondition actually feel for that one. Jim Robson: Even though I don't agree with it, it was a smart move on the part of Caine. Caine now picks up Kritical Kondition. Irish whip sends Kritical Kondition into the ropes... Jack Anderson: Caine goes for the clothesline... Jim Robson: KRITICAL KONDITION DUCKS! Kritical Kondition off the other side of the ring now... HE COMES AT CAINE WITH A BODY PRESS!! Jack Anderson: He takes Caine down! [Crowd pops] Jim Robson: Kritical Kondition goes for an early count... no, hold on. He instead picks up Caine. Kritical Kondition sets him up... BACK SUPLEX! Nicely executed. Jack Anderson: [pretending to yawn] Okay, we had a nice start by Caine, but I think it's time for my nap now. I get tired during these long pay-per-views, eh? Jim Robson: I don't know why you would want to sleep Jack. Kritical Kondition is one of the most exciting daredevils here in the IWF/WOW, and I think he's going to show us why right now. Jack Anderson: What's he going to do? A dropkick? Oh, no! Not a dropkick! Jim Robson: Sarcastic much? Well, it appears that Kritical Kondition is going to the top turnbuckle. This should be interesting... Jack Anderson: [sounding bored] I'd laugh if he fell flat on his face. Jim Robson: KRITICAL KONDITION'S GOING FOR A SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! [crowd gives a big pop for the attempt] Oh my... HOLD ON! CAINE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! Jack Anderson: Hahahaha... [Trying to contain his laughter] Kritical Kondition did fall flat on his face! Jim Robson: Glad you're still awake Jack. It doesn't look good for Kritical Kondition though as he looks out of it. I think it was a bit too early in the match for a shooting star press. Jack Anderson: Any veteran would know that... you have to soften your opponent and make sure he isn't moving before you do something risky like that. Why didn't Kritical Kondition know that? Jim Robson: He must have been going for an early win. Well, Caine is in control now as he picks up Kritical Kondition. Jack Anderson: Lets see if Caine can show me some good moves like he did earlier... I doubt it, but you never know. Jim Robson: Caine has Kritical Kondition setup... BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! Jack Anderson: Maybe not. I think I'll go back to sleep. Jim Robson: I think that was an excellent move by Caine. Caine now goes for the cover on Kritical Kondition... 1... 2.... KRITICAL KONDITION KICKS OUT! Jack Anderson: [sarcastically] Yay. Joy. What a close count. I am so excited. Jim Robson: [ignoring Jack] That was certainly close. Kritical Kondition still hasn't recovered from that missed shooting star press. Jack Anderson: Why doesn't Caine do something worthwhile? You know, choke Kritical Kondition, hit him with a chair, something exciting? Jim Robson: Caine is just playing it by the rules Jack. Jack Anderson: Stupid Canadian. Jim Robson: Jack, did you even prepare for the match, Caine isn't Canadian? He's from Oklahoma. Jack Anderson: All right, stupid American. Jim Robson: Caine now picks up Kritical Kondition. Jack Anderson: Anyone hear the new RAGE CD? Jim Robson: Jack, we've got a match going on here. Caine sets up Kritical Kondition... TIGER SUPLEX BY CAINE! Jack Anderson: Wow. He actually hit that nicely. Jim Robson: Nice to see you're paying attention Jack. Jack Anderson: It won't last long. Jim Robson: Caine now feeling like he is in control of the match. He senses that it could be over soon. Jack Anderson: Not if he doesn't go for the count. Jim Robson: Well it looks like Caine thinks he needs to soften up Kritical Kondition a little bit more. Caine whips Kritical Kondition into the corner... Jack Anderson: Here comes Caine charging... Jim Robson: KRITICAL KONDITION MOVES AND CAINE RUNS RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Jack Anderson: He better watch out... Jim Robson: Caine turns right now to try and prevent Kritical Kondition from getting any advantage... ... BUT IT'S TOO LATE!! KRITICAL KONDITION DRILLS CAINE WITH A REVERSE THRUST KICK AND CAINE IS DOWN!! Jack Anderson: Wow... that was actually half decent. Jim Robson: Kritical Kondition has the fans on their feet now. He's going for the pin and he might just have it... 1... 2.... Jack Anderson: 3!!! Jim Robson: NO! CAINE KICKS OUT!! Jack Anderson: Wow.. Jim Robson: Thought you were taking a nap Jack? Jack Anderson: Huh? Oh, I was... un, I was just dreaming... yeah, dreaming. Jim Robson: Sure Jack, sure. Jack Anderson: Don't make me leave Jim, because you know you couldn't do this without me. Jim Robson: Well, either way Kritical Kondition is in control now. He has Caine setup perfectly.... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Awesome move, and I can't believe he picked Caine up. This young man is showing the fans a thing or two. Jack Anderson: He hasn't won me over yet... Jim Robson: But just a minute ago you... Jack Anderson: [interrupting] I said, he HASN'T won me over yet. Jim Robson: Un, okay. Anyways, Kritical Kondition is sensing victory now. Jack Anderson: Maybe so. Caine looks pretty out of it right now. Jim Robson: Caine still down on the mat... KRITICAL KONDITION DROPS AN ELBOW ON HIM! Jack Anderson: I think he hit his nose. I think Caine's nose might have been broken. Jim Robson: You could be right. Caine seems to be grabbing it. Jack Anderson: He looks like he is in an awful lot of pain. I think the referee should end it, right now! Jim Robson: I don't think Caine wants that. He wants to win his debut. Jack Anderson: Caine? Who cares what Caine wants. _I_ want it over! Jim Robson: Oh... [pausing] Well, back in the ring Kritical Kondition picks up Caine. Jack Anderson: Maybe now he can put an end to this match. Jim Robson: Kritical Kondition tries to pick Caine up for a snap suplex... NO!! CAINE IS WAY TO BIG FOR IT!! Jack Anderson: He couldn't pick him up at all! Jim Robson: HOLD ON!! CAINE JUST TURNED THE MOVE INTO A ROLLING NECK BREAKER!! Jack Anderson: NO! KRITICAL KONDITION GETS AWAY FROM IT! Jim Robson: Kritical Kondition turns around... HE NAILS CAINE WITH A SUPERKICK!!! Jack Anderson: I think Damien Caine was knocked out by the move! Jim Robson: Kritical Kondition is going for the pin now... here's the count... 1....... 2......... 3!!!!!!!!! DING! DING! DING! Jack Anderson: IT'S OVER!! Jim Robson: What a win for Kritical Kondition here in his debut match! ["Hell's Bells" by AC/DC begins to play over the loudspeakers.] Francine: Here is your winner of the match.... K R I T I C A L K O N D I T I O N ! ! ! Jack Anderson: That god it is over! Can we fire these two now? They suck! Jim Robson: Are you kidding? Kritical Kondition put on a very impressive show, as did Damien Caine. I'm actually surprised that Damien Caine didn't pick up the win. Jack Anderson: [sounding really grumpy] I'm not... Jim Robson: Well, either way, it's a victory for Kritical Kondition, and an impressive one at that. Jack Anderson: Hold on, remember how we saw former co-President Chris Jurkschat backstage at the start of the shown. Jim Robson: Yeah? Jack Anderson: I'm told he's talking the IWF/WOW Chief of Security, Charles Gibson backstage, and we've got a camera back there! Jim Robson: Lets take a look. [Backstage is shown, where Gibson and Jurkschat are walking down a hall. ] Chris Jurkschat: Where is my office? Charles Gibson: It's right here sir. Chris Jurkschat: Thank you Charles. Charles Gibson: You're welcome. It's good to have you back sir. [The scene changes back to Jim Robson and Jack Anderson.] Jack Anderson: What?? Jim Robson: He's back!? Jack Anderson: This can't be true! Jim Robson: I think it is... Jack Anderson: Wow. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [The scene opens up with Anthony Edwards standing in front of a door. He's all dressed up nice, probably because he wants to look good for the Christmas Madness Pay Per View. He's standing there with his microphone in hand, and with a big smile. We can see that he's standing in front of a wrestlers dressing room. But it's hard of see the name of the wrestler thats written on the door. He begins to talk with a lot of energy and excitement. He seems really anxious for the Pay Per View to start.] Anthony Edwards: Hello everybody, and welcome to Christmas Madness 2000!!! I'm very excited right now, because I'm going to chat with "The Superior Talent" Sean Eden!! Ever since he's debuted in the I/W he's been on a streak. In all his four matches, he hasn't lost yet. Well, lets see if he's ready to talk with us. [Anthony Edwards turns around, and knocks on the door. After a few seconds of waiting we can see the door opening. At the receiving end, Sean Eden wearing a Santa Claus suit. Sean Eden looks at Anthony Edwards, and then at the camera with a great big smile. Anthony Edwards begins to speak.] Anthony Edwards: Hello Mr. Eden... [Sean Eden looks at Edwards with a angry face, and cuts him off.] Sean Eden: That's Mr. Superior Talent to you!! [Anthony Edwards looks at the camera with a worried look, hoping that Sean Eden won't go into a frenzy, like he did the last time Anthony Edwards payed him a visit. We can see that Sean Eden was just joking, he wraps his arm around Anthony Edwards, and begins to laugh. Anthony Edwards has a confused look on his face.] Sean Eden: Don't worry Tony, I'm in a really good mood right now. Even you can't get on my nerves, I mean c'mon, it's Christmas! Anthony Edwards: Well I'm glad to hear that Sean. Now, you've been here for a few weeks now, and you haven't met a wrestler that you couldn't tame. You've been undefeated in the I/W with a 4-0 record. Do you think "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn will be any different? Sean Eden: Well honestly I don't really know. I hope he can take the Stay Down Suplex a little better than a chair shot. Charlie Vahn, you better be ready for this match, because I don't want to come here to put a blemish on my record. I'm undefeated in the I/W, and I plan to stay undefeated after this Pay Per View is over. Anthony Edwards: Very good, now, if you'd like. Who do you think will win the Main Event tonight? Sean Eden: Man, I don't give a f*ck!! All I know is that I should be in that main event, I can't believe that the powers that be haven't even figured that out yet. Y'all better watch out for my match. I'm sure you'll all think it's main event material, Merry f*ckin' Christmas everybody! [Sean Eden closes the door shut, and almost hits Anthony Edwards on the nose with it. Anthony Edwards turns around with a scared look on his face.] Anthony Edwards: Well, that was Sean Eden, he looks ready for the Pay Per View tonight. Now, enjoy the show... [The scene fades with Anthony Edwards saying: "That's it, I'm never doing another interview with that guy!"] ___ __ __ / ___|| \/ | =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= | | | |\/| | | |__ | | | | Elijah Flynt vs "MeatMachine" Mike Marconi \____||_| |_| =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= Jim Robson: Hello everybody!!! I hope you liked our first match we had to offer you! It was a very exciting match... Jack Anderson: Well if you ask me, it was boring as hell. I can't believe that we have crappy matches like that to offer our fans. I hope the Pay Per View will get better from now on. Jim Robson: Well I can assured you that it has potential! We have the great submission wrestler, "The Meat Machine" Mike Marconi going against a relative newcomer in the I/W Elijah Flynt. Flynt has a winning streak starting off here, in the I/W. I don't think he has any intentions of ending this winning streak. Jack Anderson: Well, I guess we'll have to wait, and see. Fans, get ready... For another bout at Christmas Madness!!! [Ding!] [Ding!!] [Ding!!!] [The theme from "The Godfather" films 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 toe 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: Marconi looks ready, he's been in a slump lately. He'll try his best to redeem himself for the Pay Per View. "Summer Rain" by U2 begins to play throughout the arena. The crowd gives a kind of enthusiastic face pop.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from London, England, standing 5 feet, 11 inches, and weighing 237 pounds, here is ... EEELLLIIIJJJAAAHHH FFFLLLYYYNNNTTT!!! #When you stop seein' music# #You start growin' old# #The lines on your face# #Are `bout to be sold# #When you stop taking chances# #You stay where you sit# #You won't live any longer# #But it'll feel like it# #I lost myself in the summer rain# #I lost myself# #I lost myself in the summer rain# [As the opening words are sung, a haze of smoke emerges from the back curtains and Elijah steps forth, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He grins and calmly walks to the ring, hands in the pockets of his light-brown leather trenchcoat. Same loose, somewhat baggy brown dresspants, a white dress shirt, loosened at the top. The camera focuses on him, and his face and eyes give a look of apathy, or maybe of someone whose taken a bit of drugs beforehand, but behind the exterior there is a definite sense of cunning, of intelligence, and of sense of rage waiting to be unleashed. At the ringsteps, Elijah flicks the butt of his cig away and takes off his coat, dropping it on the floor, (revealing his shirt-sleeves to be rolled up) and summarily enters the ring with little care.] Jack Anderson: Both wrestlers are ready... Listen to that crowd!! They're really pumped up, happy holidays everybody!! Elijah Flynt looks right at Mike Marconi with his red weary eyes. I think Flynt intends to beat the crap out of "The MeatMachine". [DING!] [DING!!] [DING!!!] Jim Robson: HERE WE GO!! [The crowd gives a huge pop right when they here the bell ring!!] Jack Anderson: Elijah Flynt runs right at Mike Marconi... ELIJAH GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE BUT MARCONI DUCKS IT!! Flynt quickly turns around, not to get surprised by behind... Mike Marconi goes for a kick to the mid-section... FLYNT GRABS HIS LEG... SPINS HIM AROUND... HUGE CLOTHESLINE BY FLYNT!! Jim Robson: Boy, this match ready started off with a bang!! Marconi is down, but very far from out. Both wrestlers are just trying to catch their breath. I've never seen a match this fast in my life! Flynt lets Mike Marconi get up... Jack Anderson: Mike Marconi slowly gets up... FLYNTS NAILS MARCONI WITH A VICIOUS SCISSOR KICK RIGHT ON THE BACK OF THE NECK!!! This Flynt guy is really something to watch out for! Elijah Flynt picks Marconi up, he's not letting him rest anymore, Jim. Jim Robson: Flynt throws "The Meatmachine" against the ropes... Marconi comes back... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY FLYNT... NO!!! MIKE MARCONI COUNTERS WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OF HIS OWN! Quick thinking by Marconi! Both wrestlers are down on the mat, just trying to catch there breath. [The crowd gives a big pop for the great show right in front of them. Then again, maybe everyones just in the holiday spirit.] Jack Anderson: Flynt is the first wrestler to get up, Marconi has taken a little bit more punishement then Flynt has. "The Meatmachine is quick to get up, though. Flynt nails Marconi with a HARD right hand. Mike Marconi backs up a little, but comes back with a right hand of his own... NO!! Elijah Flynt blocks the punch he gives him a hard left.... NO!! MIKE MARCONI BLOCKS HIS PUNCH ALSO!! MIKE MARCONI COUNTERS WITH A BRUTAL PUMP HANDLE SLAM!!! HE STAYS ON HIM FOR THE PIN, COULD THIS BE IT! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2! . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!! Jim Robson: MIKE MARCONI DID IT HE BEAT ELIJAH FLYNT!! [The crowd is very silent, and confussed.] Jack Anderson: No!! Look, the referee just signaled a TWO count!! Mike Marconi is raging mad, he wanted the win right there! Marconi isn't concentrating enough on Flynt... FLYNT GOES FOR A JUMPING SIDE KICK... BUT MARCONI DUCKS IT!!! [A big "Ohhhh" big the crowd.] Jim Robson: Elijah Flynt just nailed the referee!! The referee is completly knocked out! He isn't moving at all... Elijah Flynt is trying to wake up the ref... [WACK!!!] Jack Anderson: MIKE MARCONI JUST NAILED ELIJAH FLYNT WITH A CHAIR!! He took advantage of the fallen ref!! Flynt is really shaken up fans, I don't know what he could do to come back from that hit!! "The Meatmachine" picks up Flynt, and throws him against the ropes... comes back... Kick To The Gut... MEAT DRIVER... NO!!! ELIJAH FLYNT COUNTERS WITH A SWINGING NECKBREAKER!! Jim Robson: Both men are down!!! I think that would've been the end of Elijah Flynt if Mike Marconi would've nailed The Meat Driver! Elijah Flynt is slowly getting up, he notices that Marconi is still down... HE GOES ON HIM FOR THE PIN!! [Elijah Flynt looks around in confusion.] Jack Anderson: I think that Flynt forgot that the ref was knocked out. He slowly picks up... SMALL PACKAGE BY MIKE MARCONI!! He's keeping on, hoping that the ref will comeback to his senses eventually. Damn, could have the win right now!!! Oh! THE REFEREE IS COMING BACK TO HIS SENSE, HE GOES DOWN FOR THE PIN! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2! . . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT!!! Jim Robson: Mike Marconi almost won once again!! He's arguing with the ref... FLYNT SLOWLY COMES FROM BEHIND... KNEEBREAKER... INTO A TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!! FLYNT REALLY HAS IT LOCKED IN TIGHT!! But Mike Marconi isn't quitting, we can cleary see his head shaking no to the referee! Elijah Flynt isn't letting go... MIKE MARCONI IS INCHING HIS WAY TO THE ROPES, BUT HE'S NOT QUITE THERE! [We can see the camera focussing on Mike Marconi's face, that is filled with pain. Then the camera goes onto Elijah Flynt that's really applying pressure onto "The Meatmachine".] Jack Anderson: Elijah Flynt lets go of the hold, and instantly bounces off the ropes... BRUTAL LEG DROP BY ELIJAH FLYNT!! Elijah Flynt picks up Mike Marconi, I don't think he wants this match to go on any longer!! Jim Robson: I think you're right Jack, Flynt hooks Marconi up... THE COCKNEY SPIKE!!! THAT WAS WAY BRUTAL!!! Elijah Flynt quickly turns Mike Marconi around.... COMPLETY BUGGERED!! LET'S SEE IF "THE MEATMACHINE" WILL LAST THIS SUBMISSION LONG! [We can see "The Meatmachine" quickly tapping out of that Submission move.] Jack Anderson: HE TAPPED OUT!!! ELIJAH FLYNT HAS WON THE MATCH!! [DING!] [DING!] [DING!!!] Francine: The winner of this match... !!!E L I J A H F L Y N T!!! Jim Robson: Well this was a great match-up. If we all have high quality matches like this we won't have to worry about having a bad Christmas Madness!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {{SCENE: The camera fades into the locker room of "Countdown" Chris Carter, just hours before Christmas Madness is about to take place. CCC is standing facing the camera, wearing silver track pants along with a black hooded sweatshirt, with an expressionless look on his face. After a breif moment, he is joined by Jade, looking stunning in a jade coloured evening gown. Triple C looks down at Jade, who nods at him, then "Countdown" Chris Carter looks back up at the camera, ready to begin the promo.}} CCC: For the last few weeks all you people out there in TV land haven't really heard much from me. You people haven't heard Triple C utter a word......you haven't really seen Triple C kicking ass like I did when I first came to the I/W! Now you can think what you want.....but Trevor Redding....do you think me being quiet makes me less dangerous.....or more dangerous? {{Carter flashes a grin at the camera.}} CCC: You see Trev....I haven't said much because my good friend...the man who brought me to the I/W.....Big Money himself.....well he's been going through a rough time and he was there for me.....so it's only right that I was there for him. But just because I've been trying to put me good buddy in a better mood......that doesn't mean that I haven't been thinking about our match Redding! {{Triple C pauses, thinking about his upcoming match.}} CCC: So Trev...your first title defense.....the first time you'll be defending your North American Title.....will be against me. Now I know that Trevor Redding hasn't forgotten......but some of the fans out there might have forgotten that this isn't the first time that myself and Mr.Redding have crossed paths. {{Triple C pauses again, thinking about his first match he had against Trevor Redding.}} CCC: Yes Trevor I will admit you beat me in our match! Now I could bitch and complain and moan about how I should have won the match......but there's no point in that. But Trevor if you think that history is going to repeat itself.....think again! {{Triple C gets a confident, but yet slightly sadistic looking grin on his face.}} CCC: Now Trevor I know you're walking somewhere around the arena right now, not worried about your match with me. You're thinking you're the man....you're thinking that you're da bomb......just because you won a tainted victory over Charlie Vahn. That was a wronged victory, you know it and I know it! {{Chris Carter points at the camera, sending a message to somebody other than Redding.}} CCC: CHARLIE VAHN......I know you're out there listening right now.....I wouldn't doubt that you have full interest in this match, in seeing who wins, maybe scouting because you want a shot at what rightfully should be yours. Now I know your teamate Cooper Concrete had a problem with Hightower......but all that aside Vahn I respect you.....and if you don't know it by now...if you ever need help, not that you would, you can come to me. But Vahn I want you to know this and know it now.....after I beat Trevor Redding tonight, my first title defense is going ot be against you. I don't want us to fight as enemies, i want us to have a good clean match.....because you desrve a re-match for the NA strap and you're getting it.....you have my word on that. {{Triple C turns his attention back to Redding.}} CCC: That's right Redding......I plan on walking down that aisle tonight, getting in the squared circle, beating the living hell out of you, and becoming the new North American Champion! Redding.....think about all the times you hit your two female valets, all the times you made them cry in agony, all the bumps and bruises, all the times you made them bleed.....multiply that by 100..........and that's the amount of pain you're going to feel tonight! Redding......get ready for the final countdown!!! {{Carter finishes speaking, looking very intense, as Jade turns to the camera to speak.}} Jade: Last week some of you may have seen on this..."PITV".....that some lackey was looking for Hightower, something to do with Eric Travers he said. Well as soon as this guy looked at the TV and saw Hightower coming backstage, he took off. He wouldn't tell us exactly why he was there.......exactly what he wanted. All he would say is that he would be contacting Hightower tonight. {{Jade pauses, flashing a beautiful smile at the camera.}} Jade: Now I could go on and on about this.....but instead, I think I'll turn it over to the man himself....... {{Jade gestures off camera, and shockingly Hightower walks on camerea beside Jade, nodding at both her and Chris Carter as he look into the camera, with such an intense look that has barely been seen from Hightower before it is that instense. Hightower looks to be so filled with anger/intensity, that he looks to be breathing heavily. After moments of silence, Hightower finally begins to speak.}} Hightower: MInd games......that's all this seems to be is mind games Eric. First you get my ex, Kari, and you supposedly prove to the world that all i am is a mindless druggie. People got confused by my silence on this issue, so they assume that you are right.....they assume that Eric Travers has shown the world that Hightower is a nothing. Just because I was quiet though doesn't make this true......and the reason I stayed quiet is because I was so angry.....anything I would have said would have been too filled with anger.....it wouldn't have made sense....and I'd prefer to make sense then go off on an angry tirade! I shouldn't have to say it but I will......Eric Travers is full of sh*t! No I am not on drugs.....and I know people aren't going to believe me....thanks to the bullsh*t that you pulled Travers! {{Hightower pauses, cracking his neck, with that intense look still on his face.}} Hightower: Then last week on Mayhem Eric.....you played more mind games by bringing Kari to the ring to distract me. Then as if that wasn't good enough...you paid some loser off the street to 'supposedly' give me some info regarding you Eric.....hmm.....kind of suspicious don't you think? PITV? Oh come on Eric I know that's you......PITV...stands for "Penis Is Tiny Very!"......that has to be you Travers!!! {{Hightower pauses as Chris Carter and Jade try to conceal their chuckling.}} Hightower: So that leads us to the task at hand Eric.....the Best of Seven Series between us......the most intense series that has ever been seen before in the world of wrestling! Yes you have a 3 to nothing advantage over me in this series......and if you know anything about me......then you'd know that Hightower always prevails when he is put to the test...and Eric that is exactly what is going to happen tonight. {{Hightower looks down at the floor, rubbing the back of his head, looking back up at the camera with the intense look still in his eyes, but a confident/cocky smile on his face that nears the border of insanity.}} Hightower: Down 3 matches to nothing...that means I have to win four matches straight tonight! Well Eric.....to quote the song by Confidential....."It Really Don't Matter"......what does matter though Eric...is tonight you're going to feel more pain and punishment than you have ever felt in your life before.....so Eric if you smell what Hightower's burning......then you'd know that tonight not only will you lose the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship....but tonight you become.....JUST ANOTHER VICTIM!!! {{The camera pans in to the face of Hightower as the camera slowly fades out to black.}} ___ __ __ / ___|| \/ | =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= | | | |\/| | | |__ | | | | Sean Eden vs "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn \____||_| |_| =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= Jim Robson: Welcome back folks, up next is rookie Sean Eden taking on one of my personal favorite guys, "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn. Jack Anderson: Haha! I still can't believe you like that piece of garbage. The guy has lost all my respect. He couldn't even hold on to the North American belt against that peon Trevor Redding. Jim Robson: Well, we saw accouple weeks ago on Battlecentre that Charlie Vahn is aiming high. Looks like he might be heading after the World Championship anytime now. Jack Anderson: That's if he can win a match! HAHA! ["Stayin' Alive Remix" by N'Trance begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from New York, New York, USA standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 210 pounds, here is ... "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn!! [The Smooth Criminal walks out of the entrance wearing a very slick white tuxedo coat and black khaki pants looking like he's ready to steal yet another win. Accompanied by Charlie is his petite yet attractive manager....Martini. Pausing for a moment, and then raising his hands as the pyrotechnics send out loads of sparks. Criminal struts down the ramp with the lovely Martini to the ring. Martini steps aside while Vahn jumps up onto the apron, gives a half-grin, then enters through the second opening on the ropes. Vahn then raises his arms in the shape of a "V" in the both directions as the lights flash and ring starts to smoke up. When the smoke has cleared, you find that Criminal has taken his coat off, proudly displaying a sporty black vest. Vahn anxiously awaits the next victim who dares to try and stop this "Smooth Criminal."] [ENORMOUS POP!] Crowd: Char-lie! Char-lie! Char-lie! [Vahn signals for the mic, waiting for the crowd to simmer.] Charlie Vahn: WHAT THE HELL IS UP? [Crowd pop] Charlie Vahn: Now, I know I've been out of the picture for accouple weeks, but the fact of the matter is that I've had a lot of thinking to do. A lot of pondering.....a lot of.....planning.....Over the past couple of weeks I've laid low. As you can see, a little sh*t by the name of Sean Eden has decided to let's say....get in my way, along with Johnny Spades. Now matter, I have a new paved road and these pieces of trash are just going to have to be picked up. [Vahn clears his throat.] Charlie Vahn: A lot has changed here in the I/W, a lot of new faces, and a lot of challenges ahead. That's fine, but I'm not here to play around with deez kids, I'm looking up towards you Eric Travers. You're holding something of mine. Something that belongs to a real champion. Someone with experience, someone with the BALLS to not hide with the belt. I'm gonna clear this shmuck Sean Eden out of the way, then I'm coming after you Travers. Dat's a guarantee! Because I'M JUST.... Crowd: TOO DAMN SMOOTH! [POP!] Jack Anderson: Blah blah blah. Jim Robson: Now that's how you work a crowd. [A streak of fireworks boom out from nowhere as "Bored" by Deftones plays over the PA system.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada standing 6 feet 1 inch and weighing at 204 pounds, here is ... SEAN EDEN!!!!! [Sean Eden slowly come's out from behind the curtains, wearing a pair of baggy black jean, he also is wearing a hemp necklace, and sweat is dripping from his short brown hair. Sean Eden come's down the aisle look at the fans, and smiling at them. Sean Eden get's in the ring, and make's his way to the middle. A pile of fireworks begin to blast away behind him, as the crowds give's a major pop.] Jim Robson: Mild pop for Sean Eden. Jack Anderson: Hmmph, better than that crap Charlie Vahn. [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson: Sean Eden with a vengence now, you immediately locks up onto Charlie Vahn. Wristlock, reversed by Vahn now. Eden tries to reverse with an elbow to the face, Vahn ducks, kick to the stomach..... Jack Anderson: DDT and a cover! 1 . . . . . . . KICKOUT! Jim Robson: Way too early! Jack Anderson: Weak attempt by Charlie Vahn. Jim Robson: Vahn lifting Eden, whip against the rope, Vahn jumps, Eden under, Vahn down, Eden over, VAHN WITH A HURRICANRANA.... Jack Anderson: NO! RIGHT ON EDEN! REVERSE TO A POWER BOMB! Jim Robson: And a cover.. 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT! Jim Robson: 2 1/2! Vahn almost lost that one! Jack Anderson: He should've just laid that one down. Jim Robson: Eden has Vahn up, whip against the ropes, SLINGSHOT LEGDROP, Vahn down, Eden up on the turnbuckle, MOONSAULT! Jack Anderson: Vahn rolled away! Jim Robson: Vahn picking up speed, he has Eden, whip against the ropes, HEAD-SCISSORS take down, VAHN ON FIRE NOW! Another Irish-Whip against the ropes, SPINEBUSTER! Jack Anderson: ASAI-MOONSAULT with a cover now by Vahn. 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . THR--? Jim Robson: KICKOUT by Eden! He just got worked! Jack Anderson: Vahn has Eden up......Eden with accouple rights to the gut of Vahn, Eden with an armdrag into a armbar hold! Jim Robson: NICE move by Eden, ref checking on Vahn. He's in a lot of pain now for sure. [Crowd starts clapping and chanting for Vahn.] Jack Anderson: Slack-jawed crowd....grrrr.... Jim Robson: You can't keep a good man down is what I always say! Vahn with an adrenaline blast here! Eden scared to hell! Vahn picks up Eden, whip to the corner....NICE! SPRING BOARD SIDE KICK TO THE FACE OF EDEN! He falls right onto Vahn's shoulder.....AND OH! Jack Anderson: Great.... Jim Robson: Looks like Vahn has Eden set up for the CELEBRATION! What a pounding Sean Eden's been through! Vahn really knows how to work his opponents! Jack Anderson: Who the hell is that? [Crowd boos] Jim Robson: Uhmm, looks like someone with a mask on! He's got a chair.....Oh! Look out! Vahn set up for THE CELEBRATION! BUT... Jack Anderson: YES! The masked guy SMACKED VAHN RIGHT IN THE BACK WITH THE CHAIR! He goes down and Eden rolls Vahn up into a small package! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . THREE!!! [DING DING DING!] Francine: The winner of this match by pinfall..... <><><><>****SEAN EDEN****<><><><> [Crowd BOOs like crazy.] Jim Robson: What a load of horse crap! Who the hell is that? Jack Anderson: Entertainment at it's finest! Who is the masked guy? Jim Robson: We're finding out right now, masked figure goes in, Sean Eden looks him square in the eye.... Jack Anderson: OH! HAHA! Look who it is! Jim Robson: Johnny SPADES! He smacked Charlie Vahn with the chair! [Crowd delivers Mixed reactions, more boos than cheers.] Jack Anderson: RIGHT ON! He's paying back the favor to Sean Eden for helping him win the match against Charlie Vahn and Chris Fisher last week on Mayhem! Jim Robson: This is sick, what has this come down to? Jack Anderson: I don't know about you but I love it! Jim Robson: We'll be right back folks..... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [The screen changes to show the graphic for the next match.] ___ __ __ / ___|| \/ | =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= | | | |\/| | GRUDGE MATCH | |__ | | | | Johnny Spades vs "Method Man" Chris Fisher \____||_| |_| =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= DING! DING! DING! ["Take A Look" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 285 pounds, here is ... JOHNNY SPADES!! [The lights dim as purple strobe lights flash through the complex. Seconds later Johnny Spades emerges onto the entranceway wearing black knee pads, black elbow pads, black boots with J.S written in old english, black trunks with a skull wearing a jokers cap on the front and "Spades" written on the back in white old english. Covering his muscular torso is a black T-shirt with the skull wearing a jokers cap logo on the front and the phrase "Don't Hate Greatness" on the back in white old english. Spades scans the crowd with a somewhat cocky sneer then slowly walks down the ramp and to the ring. He climbs up the steps takes a look around at the crowd then climbs into the ring. Spades climbs on the turnbuckle and lifts his muscular arms in the air scanning the crowd with a cocky grin.] Jim Robson: Here's Johnny Spades, as he's taking on Chris Fisher in our next match. Spades has really made an impact since joining the IWF/WOW. Jack Anderson: He's destroyed everyone who has gotten in his way. You have to love a guy like this. Jim Robson: I'll give you credit there. Spades has been incredible so far. [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 business... [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. Stepping from behind the curtain is "The Method Man" Chris Fisher, who is basked in a tremendous heel pop. Behind him, the Jumbo-Tron flashes "FISHER" and shows stock footage of The Method Man, including shots of him posing in sunglasses with a smirk on his face, and shots of him hitting his finisher on several opponents] 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!!!! [Fisher stands for a moment in the entrance way as gold fireworks shoot off behind him. The Method Man looks around smugly at the crowd and takes a swig of bottled water before tossing it and making his slow and deliberate walk to the ring. Fisher is not too hugely built, though he is well defined. He has short brown hair, wetted down and combed down the front of his head, a few strands over his forehead. "The Method Man" wears leg long black tights with green trim running down both legs and across the waist. "Fisher" is spelt in yellow letters down his right leg. Fisher wears simple black boots to go with this. Fisher casually strolls to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, immediately climbing the turnbuckle and staring out with smug self-satisfaction out at the crowd who greet him with hearty boos and thrown debris. Fisher removes his sunglasses and tosses them all the way down to ringside where the time keeper bobbles and drops them. Fisher doesn't seem to notice much, and instead basks in the crowds reaction for a moment. In his mind, they love him. After a moment, Fisher hops back off as his music dies down and leans in the corner, a cruel smile on his face, waiting for his opponent...] Jim Robson: Fisher has been really successful here in the IWF/WOW. He is a former two time IWF/WOW Intercontinental champion. Jack Anderson: You know, this match really makes up for the Caine versus Kondition match earlier tonight. I love both these guys. Jim Robson: I figured you would. HERE COMES FISHER BEFORE THE BELL! HE CLOTHESLINES SPADES FROM BEHIND! DING! DING! DING! Jack Anderson: This is why Chris Fisher has been one of the most successful wrestlers of the past year! Smart skills like that. Jim Robson: Fisher has Spades backed into a corner now. He's unloading on Spades with chops and kicks. Jack Anderson: He's really getting the shit kicked out of him. No one has even challenged Spades like this before. Jim Robson: Fisher whips Spades across the ring to the other turnbuckle... SPADES HITS THE TURNBUCKLE HARD! Jack Anderson: But here he comes after Fisher... Jim Robson: NO! Fisher hits him with a back body drop! Jack Anderson: Chris Fisher has really come out fighting here. Jim Robson: Spades sits up... Jack Anderson: FISHER NAILS SPADES FROM BEHIND WITH A DROP KICK! Jim Robson: Fisher just keeps on coming. He's not giving Spades a chance to rest. Jack Anderson: That's a smart move. If you give Spades a chance to get in control, he won't give it back. Jim Robson: Chris Fisher is now going up to the top turnbuckle... Jack Anderson: Hold on... Johnny Spades is getting up! Jim Robson: SPADES CATCHES FISHER! He's got a hold on him... Jack Anderson: Oh no! Jim Robson: SPADES NAILS FISHER ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AND CHRIS FISHER FALLS TO THE FLOOR! Jack Anderson: Chris Fisher must have lost consciousness from that fall! Jim Robson: Johnny Spades is following Chris Fisher to the outside. Jack Anderson: This could be bad for Chris Fisher. Real bad! Jim Robson: You can say that again. Fisher made a big mistake by climbing to the top turnbuckle and giving Spades some time to rest up. Jack Anderson: You know, as much of a fan of Johnny Spades as I am, I just hope he lets Fisher survive to fight another match, because I like him too. Jim Robson: Spades picks up Fisher... Jack Anderson: Oh god... I don't think I can watch! Jim Robson: SPADES DROPS FISHER RIGHT ON TOP OF THE GUARDRAIL! Jack Anderson: Holy shit! Fisher hit hard... I think he might have a collapsed lung from that move, or at least some serious internal damage. Jim Robson: I think somebody backstage needs to call 911. Jack Anderson: Spades is now grabbing the camera cords. Jim Robson: What's he going to do now!? Jack Anderson: He's wrapping the cords around the neck of Chris Fisher! He's choking him! Jim Robson: This is just brutal... how much more can Chris Fisher take!? Jack Anderson: I don't know! But I think any normal man would be dead by now... I mean, after that huge fall from the turnbuckles, and then being dropped on the guardrail, now this! Jim Robson: Johnny Spades is just dragging Chris Fisher into the ring by using the camera cords. He is using it like a leash. Jack Anderson: Spades simply places a boot on Fisher. I think it's over here. Jim Robson: The count... 1.... 2..... FISHER GETS A SHOULDER UP! I don't believe it! Jack Anderson: What is he? Stupid? He needs serious medical attention! Why kick out? Why not get the help he needs? Jim Robson: This is what made Fisher a two-time champion. He's determination and the fact that he won't give up. Jack Anderson: He's just being stupid now. Jim Robson: Spades is now picking up Fisher.... SIDE SUPLEX BY JOHNNY SPADES! Jack Anderson: Oh wow... I think Fisher is done! Jim Robson: He's been done for a while. Spades is now signalling that it is time for the end. Jack Anderson: Thank god.. now maybe we can get some EMT's out here. Jim Robson: Spades has Fisher picked up... he's setting him up for a modified powerbomb, or as he likes to call it, the Strip! *** SLAM *** Jack Anderson: HE HITS IT! It's over for Fisher! Jim Robson: I do believe you're right. Spades covers Fisher... 1... 2..... 3!!! DING! DING! DING! ["Take A Look" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. ] Francine: Here is your winner... . . . J O H N N Y S P A D E S ! ! ! Jim Robson: Johnny Spades with the win! Jack Anderson: And what a win. He crushed Chris Fisher! Jim Robson: Well finally we have some EMT's coming out to help Chris Fisher. Jack Anderson: He looks to be in serious pain. But he's still alive, thank god! I don't think he could have taken another five minutes! Jim Robson: I agree with you on that. Fisher is sure to be out for a couple weeks with injuries. Jack Anderson: Well, Fisher should... hold on, our cameraman has sneaked into former IWF/WOW co-President Jurkschat's office again... [The scene changes to backstage with former IWF/WOW co-President Chris Jurkschat is sitting in his office watching the pay-per-view. He appears to have a big smile on his face. Also in the office is the Chief of Security, Charles Gibson.] Chris Jurkschat: Wow. Johnny Spades is very impressive. Almost reminds me of someone like Jeremy Thranton. Definitely a no-nonsense type of guy. Charles Gibson: He's one of the better talents President Ishikawa has brought into the federation. Chris Jurkschat: More like the only talent. Besides him, I haven't seen anything good so far tonight. What a sad state this place is. Charles Gibson: It's not so bad. But it's still nice to have you back. Chris Jurkschat: Hey, it's not like it was in '97 though Charles... [Just then, Jurkschat notices the cameraman in the ring.] Chris Jurkschat: Hey, you... [pointing at the cameraman] Get the hell out of here! [Before Jurkschat can finish up, Gibson comes over and shoves the cameraman out of the ring, and the scene goes back to ringside.] Jim Robson: Wow... so is he actually back? Jack Anderson: I guess so! Jim Robson: This is an interesting development indeed! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ___ __ __ / ___|| \/ | =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= | | | |\/| | [North American title match] | |__ | | | | Trevor Redding [champ] vs "Countdown" Chris Carter \____||_| |_| =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= Jim Robson: Up next is the North American Title match. Trevor Redding will be defending his title against "Countdown" Chris Carter. Jack Anderson: I can't wait to see Redding stomp this punk just like he did last time they squared off!! Jim Robson: That was a little tainted!! Jack Anderson: How so? Jim Robson: This sick, twisted man Redding attacked Jade, without reason... hell, he attacks his own valets without just cause!! Jack Anderson: And that taints his victory how? Jim Robson: You're impossible. [The camera switches to the ring where Francine stands with a microhone in hand.] Francine: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!! [Crowd Pop] Francine: Introducing first... ["Take A Look Around" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers as the houselights dim and on the VideoTron the screen turns silver, then a red '3' flickers on the screen, followed by a red '2', then followed by a red '1', then a red '0' flickers on the screen, then the VideoTron shuts off, as fireworks go off at the top of the entrance way, generating an even bigger pop from the fans.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Pittsburgh, PA standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing 269 pounds, being led to the ring by Jade, he is Triple C... " C O U N T D O W N " C H R I S C A R T E R ! ! ! [The crowd cheers as Jade first steps out form behind the curtain, wearing a jade coloured evening gown. She smiles at the cheering fans, then gestures to the curtain, and out comes Triple C, wearing trunks like the one Jeff Jarret wears, that are silver with black trim and two thin stripes on both sides of the shorts, and on the butt in red letter it has a countdown "3...2...1...0!", and these are complimented with black boots and black kneepads. Chris Carter looks around the arena with a very nervous smile on his face as he is about to face two men in a handicapped match. Finally Chris Carter and his girlfriend Jade make their way down to the area, with both of them interacting with the fans. Finally getting in the ring both Triple C and Jade standing in the center of the ring, with Jade standing in front of Chris Carter leaning against him with her arms folded, and Carter holds his right arm in the air, extending three fingers and 'counting down'....3 fingers...two fingers...one finger...then a clenched fist which is driven down like he is trying to punch a hole in the air, and fireworks go off above the ring and pyrotechnics shoot out from the ringposts as the crowd pops once again.] Francine: And his opponent... ["BLACK" by SEVENDUST begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Incense, Rhode Island, USA standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 255 pounds, here is ... THE IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!!! TREVOR REDDING!!!!! [Comes down to the ring in a long dark trenchcoat with a shaky red cross on the back. He wears tight black tights with white imprints on the ass. He has a crucifix tattooed across the back of his body. Scars up and down his body. Very thin but muscular wrestler. Muscles in the arms and chest but he's like a string bean in the meaty part of his body. Long black hair with a scar going down his eye. Will tie up his long black hair sometimes. Comes down to ring with white towel over head Vanessa wears a skimpy dress and no make up. Never looks happy. Vickie as well. Like the godfathers hoes but not glamorous. Both have two of the most beautiful sets of eyes you've ever seen, though. Before he enters the ring, he'll point a finger pistol at his head. Before match he kneels down in the center of the ring and holds up a pair of dog tags and a crucifix as red fireworks go off.] [DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!] Jim Robson: There's the bell, and this title match is underway!! Carter quickly across the ring, and starts wailing away on Redding with a series of right hands!! Jack Anderson: This is a mistake by Carter. He can't let his emotions get the better of him, because a brawl with Redding will be a loss. What a moron Triple C is!! Jim Robson: You know, that was a very astute observation until you had to throw in that last comment. Jack Anderson: I only speak the truth. Jim Robson: Carter with and Irish whip sends Redding into the ropes... DROPKICK knocks the North American Champion to the ground!! Carter quickly lifts Redding and scoops him up... Hard Body Slam on the mat, which Carter quicly follows with a leg drop and a cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 Redding kicks out!! Jack Anderson: Way too early for a pin attempt! Jim Robson: Carter grabs Redding as he gets to his feet... SNAP SUPLEX!! Carter goes to the near corner and climbs the ropes, waiting as Redding gets to his feet... MISSLE DROPKICK!!! SIDESTEPPED BY REDDING!!! Carter hits hard but bounces back up... RIGHT INTO A LARIAT BY TREVOR REDDING!!! Jack Anderson: HA!! That was cool!! Redding almost took the punks head off!! Jim Robson: Redding lifts Carter and stnds behind him... STRAIGHT JACKET SUPLEX RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!!! Carter landed with a SPLAT on the floor!!! This guy is NUTS!! Jack Anderson: Wow!! I wonder if he would mind doing that again? This time onto our announce table!! Jim Robson: Uh, no thanks, for our sake and Carter's!! Redding rolls under the bottom rope and grabs Carter. Redding lifts Triple C and WHIPS HIM HARD INTO THE RING POST!!! Redding stays right on top of Carter as he lifts him to his feet again... Redding RAMS Carter headfirst into the guardrail!!! Jack Anderson: You gotta love his mean streak don't you? Jim Robson: I know YOU would. Redding just grabbed one of his valets... That's Vicki, and he's telling her something, but has a hold of her hair. Jack Anderson: This side of his personality, I'm not so big on. Jim Robson: Glad to hear it Jack. Vicki is up on the ring apron... REDDING HAS A CHAIR!!!... [CRACK!!!!] Jim Robson: REDDING JUST DRILLED CARTER WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!!! Now he sets it up and grabs Triple C... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX, AND HE BOUNCED CARTER'S HEAD OFF THAT CHAIR!!! Jack Anderson: Where? Jim Robson: Don't tell me, your monitor went out? Jack Anderson: Yours too? Jim Robson: Redding rolls Carter into the ring as Vicki gets off the apron, and look at Jade. You can see she wants to help, but she looks scared. Jack Anderson: With Redding's constant displays of violence against women, can you blame her? Jim Robson: Definately not!! Redding has Triple C on his feet and set up... BRAINBUSTER!!!! Here's a cover!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Carter kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: Wow!! I can't believe he had it in him to kick out!! Jim Robson: Carter is a very resilient young man. Redding looks a little upset that Carter kicked out as he lifts him and whips him into the ropes... Carter ducks a clothesline and bounces off the opposite side... SPINNING WHEEL KICK by Carter!!! Jack Anderson: Lucky!! Jim Robson: Carter can't capitalize however, after that vicious series of moves Redding put on him!! Redding is actually the first to his feet, and he goes over and helps Carter up... Right hand to the stomach by Carter!! And another!! SMALL PACKAGE!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Redding kicked out!! Jack Anderson: Whew that was close!! Jim Robson: Both men get to their feet... MAFIA KICK BY TREVOR REDDING!!! CARTER STAGGERS BACK, THROUGH THE ROPES, AND TO THE FLOOR!!! Jack Anderson: Carter took a hard fall there, but it's probably lucky for him he fell out of the ring, or else this match could be over!! Jim Robson: Very true Jack, that was a VICIOUS kick!! Jade is over checking on Carter, and Redding is out of the ring now, causing Jade to back away. Redding lifts Carter... CARTER GRABS THE FRONT OF REDDING'S TIGHTS AND PROPELS HIM INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! Jack Anderson: Cheap move!!!! Jim Robson: Funny, that's usual one of your favorites Jack. Carter is up and he lifts Redding, waistlock applied... HOTSHOT ON THE GUARDRAIL!!! Now it's Carter showing a bit of a vicious streak!!! Carter lifts Redding and rolls him into the ring. Carter climbs in and grabs Redding. Carter has his opponent set up... T-BONE SUPLEX!!! Carter through the ropes and to the top... SENTON BOMB!!!! Carter covers!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . Redding kicks out!!!! Jack Anderson: It's going to take a lot more than that. Jim Robson: Carter lifts Redding and sets him up... VICIOUS KIDNEY SHOT BY REDDING!! EGO PUNCH!! Better known as a low blow!!! Jack Anderson: Whatever it takes!! Jim Robson: But that's not cheap right? Jack Anderson: No, it's smart. Jim Robson: Redding lifts Carter and drags him to the corner. Redding has Carter in a full nelson... DRAGON SUPLEX ALL THE WAY TO THE OUTSIDE!!! HE MAY HAVE KILLED BOTH OF THEM!!!! Jack Anderson: That was NUTS!!!! Jim Robson: Redding puts his own safety on the line with that move!!! They're both motionless as the referee checks on them, as do their respective valets. Redding is rolling onto his stomach and has reached a knee. Carter still hasn't moved... Wait, no he's stirring now as well. Jack Anderson: It's remarkable that EITHER man is moving!! Jim Robson: Redding is on one knee... OH MY GAWD, HE JUST SLUGGED VANESSA!!! WHAT A SICK SICK MAN!! He should be put away for treating that poor girl like that!!!! Jack Anderson: I can't agree more, as painful as it is to admit! Jim Robson: Redding grabs Carter and rolls him into the ring. Redding gets in and lifts Carter... KNEE TO THE STOMACH BY CARTER... TORNADO DDT!!!! Carter slowly gets up and lifts Redding... POWER BOMB!!!! Carter hangs on and lifts Redding back up... SECOND POWER BOMB!!!! AGAIN CARTER HANGS ON... THIRD POWER BOMB!!!! Carter lifts Redding again into a Fireman's Carry... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!! THAT WAS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!! [Crowd pops] Jim Robson: The cover... 1 . . . . . . . [Heel Pop] . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! TREVOR REDDING'S FOOT IS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!!!! Jack Anderson: YES!! Jim Robson: AND ERIC TRAVERS PUT IT THERE!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS TRAVERS DOING OUT HERE!!! Jack Anderson: Probably trying to make Hightower's night that much worse, and I LOVE IT!!! Jim Robson: Carter just saw him, and he's over yelling at Travers and challenging him to a fight!! Jack Anderson: Look, Trish is here too! Jim Robson: And she has the referee distracted!! Carter goading Travers who climbs into the ring!! CARTER WITH A SERIES OF RIGHT HANDS!!! TRAVERS WITH A KNEE TO THE STOMACH OF CARTER!! You have to admire the kid's fire, but he's been through a war here with Redding, and now he's trying to take on the World Champion!! Jack Anderson: He's not good enough to mess with Travers when he's fresh, never mind now!! Jim Robson: Jade is trying to get the ref to turn, but he's too busy with Lane!! Travers has Carter hooked... HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX!!!!! Travers lifts Carter and sets him up... EPIC ENDING!!!!!! Travers pulls Carter over near Redding and puts Redding on top of Carter!!! [Crowd Pop] Jack Anderson: LOOK OUT ERIC!!! Jim Robson: Hightower is out, and he's after Travers!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!] Jim Robson: Trevor Redding has the win, thanks to Travers, who has escaped Hightower. Hightower has turned his attention to the ring, and his protege Chris Carter!! Jack Anderson: Who just lost!! Hahahaha!!! Francine: The winner of this bout, and STILL IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION, TREVOR REDDING!!!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: Carter has been robbed by Eric Travers!!! Jack Anderson: Hey, Redding did most of the work, give HIM the credit!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Here are some pre-recorded comments from Trevor Redding. He made these statements in a pre-PPV press conference. Trevor Redding: Another month, another ppv. Last months you pathetic slobs in the audience watched as 19 of your favorite heroes fell victim to the masochistic Trevor Redding. As I waltzed over the best I/W had to offer and made my FIRST mark in this company I won that battle royal. Those things are never my fourtay though. You can hurt a man much quicker without 18 other guys standing in yourf way. Since that wonderful day, I've made a few more marks. I handed once prominent, Jason Reigns, his first singles loss and I...... [Trevor pulls out the North American title.] I won this f*cking title. That's right Battle Center. I hope you two goofballs who host that terrible sindicated show are listening. I said the f word...... and y'know what? I'll say it a hundred more times and it won't change the fact that your vocabulary pales in comparison to mine and the only reason you DON'T get many promos on that show of yours is because of the two overrated overpaid marks hosting it. [Throws the title to an unexpected Vickie who gets clonked in the head with it.] But screw it. I'll no longer waste my time on the less fortunate. Now I will focus my attention towards _YOU_ "Countodwn" Chris Carter. Triple C, you're like one of those bugs that don't go away. Terrible comparison, but you're an even worse wrestler. First time we met, I swatted you right out of the ring en route to my battle royal win. The next time, I swatted you even harder one on one. Now you're back for more? I hold a pretty big title now. You DON'T wanna' see me swat you with that thing. Hopefully, this will be the last time, though. I'm tired of seeing your face. You don't like me because I beat women. The cold hard truth is you can't change that. I beat a lot of men, too, now what? The ending result this s going to get you is that deep throating bitch Jade over my knee getting handed the beating over her chastised fragile life. So consider this a warning, threat, whatever. You keep knocking at my door and sooner I will later I will do the exact same to her backside. I have more important things to worry about. A lot of these newcomers are getting wins over "Meat Machine" and immediately calling for title shots. I think it's high time I ended the many lessons I've taught you and made myself a few new students. ___ __ __ / ___|| \/ | =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= | | | |\/| | [World title Best of 7] | |__ | | | | Eric Travers [3 wins] vs Hightower [0 wins] \____||_| |_| =-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW CHRISTMAS MADNESS V -=-=-=-=-=-= Jim Robson: Folks we are just moments away from Match 4 in the Best of Seven Series between Hightower and the world champion "Epic" Eric Travers..... Jack Anderson: Yeah and there will only be a fourth match because Eric Travers is going to sweep this series and prove that Hightower is nothing more than a joke! Jim Robson: You can't go assuming things Jack.....Hightower may be able to win this thing yet! Jack Anderson: No chance in hell! When the world champion graced us with his pressence on BattleCentre, I could tell that Travers is ready and he can't be stopped! Not by any wrestler here or in the world! Jim Robson: That remains to be.... [The camera footage swtiches to the inside of Hightower's locker room. Hightower is pacing back and forth, waiting to be called down to the ring.] Jim Robson: There we see the challenger and Intercontinental Champion waiting for his match.... Jack Anderson: Hey he must have just smoked one.....afterall he looks paranoid! [Suddenly Hightower's cellphone rings. Hightower looks down at the phone curiously, then slowly and almost cautiously answers it.] HIGHTOWER: Hello.....who is this???......A concerned friend huh? Well for a concerned friend you sure seem to be hiding your identity.....excuse me....you're the one who sent that guy...not Travers? Okay look buddy right now I'm not in the mood.....I've got a damn match coming up......what? That's why you called? What proof are you talking about? Footage of Travers? Wait a minute I'd like to know who the hell this.....hello......HELLO!!! [The person on the other end has obviously hung up. Hightower stares at his cellphone for a minute before putting it down, then he punches the wall and exits the locker room, as the scene changes back to the commentators sitting at ringside.] Jack Anderson: What the hell was all that about?!?! Jim Robson: I have no idea......all I know is that he claims he has some footage of Travers that Hightower wants to see....and for some unknown reason he won't reveal his identity. Jack Anderson: Okay now this is confusing....Eric said he has nothing to do with this....and Hightower as always has no clue as to what the hell is going on....so who is this guy?? Jim Robson: I don't know but I have a feeling we are going to find out tonight! Francine: Ladies and gentlemen it's time for the main event! [Huge pop from the crowd.] Francine: The following contest is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit, and it is Match 4 of the Best of Seven Series! [The crowd pops gets louder and louder.] Francine: Introducing first..... [The crowd erupts in boos as the voice of Tricia Lane echoes though the sound system saying, "Eric's not just a great looking guy, and a great wrestler, he's EPIC!!!" before "Epic" by Faith No More blares through the arena.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, standing six feet two inches and weighing 267 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Tricia Lane, he is the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion, here is ... "EPIC" ERIC TRAVERS!!!!! [The lights in the arena fade to complete darkness, and a gold spotlight shines on the entranceway. As the lead vocalist begins to rap, Tricia Lane steps out from behind the curtain, followed closely by "Epic" Eric Travers. The boos are even louder now than before. Travers wears a gold robe, with "Epic" written on the back in black writing. Lane is wearing a gold dress with matching gold heels, and her auburn hair is stylishly tied up. Travers walks slowly to the ring soaking in the negative reaction of the crowd. He climbs through the ring ropes, and then holds them open for Lane. Travers then walks to the center of the ring, where Lane removes Travers' robe to reveal his gold trunks, gold armpads, and gold kneepads. Travers then walks to a corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd, who boo even louder than before.]] Jim Robson: What cockyness of behalf of the world champ. He's let himself out of his ZONE.....he's reverted back to his gold ring attire....and he's come out first! The world champ is always supposed to come out last! Jack Anderson: Of course because he knows that match 4 is going to be a piece of cake for him so he doesn't need to try that hard....especially considering who his opponent is! Francine: And his opponent...... [The crowd is confused as the format for Hightower's entrance has changed, and instead of hearing the opening guitar rift from the Creed song What If, Hightower's voice echo's over the PA.] PA: Get ready to become........JUST ANOTHER VICTIM!!! ["Trip Like I Do" by Filter/Crystal Method plays, and at first the fans seem to be a bit confused, but their confusion turns into a growing face pop as the house lights dim and a silver spotlight hits the entrance way.] Jack Anderson: What the....??? Who's this...??? Jim Robson: It's HIM!!! Jack Anderson: HIM?!?!? Francine: About to enter the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 271 pounds, he is a former tag team champion, a former two-time North American champion, a former two-time Intercontinental champion, and he is the current and reigning IWF/WOW Intercontinental Champion, he is known as The Victimizer, here is..... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [The fans continue their face pop, and finally an explosion at the entrance way prompts an explosive face pop, and as the smoke starts to clear, Hightower emerges through the smoke, wearing black track pants, with a red football jersey with two black lightning bolts over the shoulders, with the number "71" on the front and back, and "HIGHTOWER" on the back, both in silver lettering. Hightower removes his sunglasses, tossing them into the crowd as he glares at Travers, rubbing a hand over his short brown hair like he is trying to calm himself down that way, and the other hand is nervously tapping the Intercontinental Title Belt which is slung over Hightower's right shoulder. After what seems like an internity of Hightower glaring at Travers, Hightower finally makes his way down to the ring, the whole time keeping his eyes on Eric Travers. Hightower climbs up on the ring apron, them surpisingly jumps over the top rope, still keeping his eyes on Eric Travers, moving to the middle of the ring and raising his right arm in the air as fireworks go off above the ring and pyro's shoot out from the ringposts.] Jim Robson: Hightower has changed back to his former ring attire and his former music....could this be Hightower in his ZONE?!?! Jack Anderson: Hightower doesn't have a ZONE unless he's been smokin the ganja again!!! Jim Robson: You're impossible! [Travers and Hightower very slowly start to circle each other as the bell sounds.] [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: These two athletes look very intense right now as they prepare to....what the hell....look on the VideoTron! [Almost as if they could hear Jim Robson, the crowd in the arena, and the two combatants in the ring, turn toward the VideoTron as the "PITV" logo flickers on the screen. Hightower looks confused and glances at Travers, who seems to be just as confused as Hightower.] Jack Anderson: hey wait a minute.....PITV....isn't that the same logo that was on the screen last week when we saw that backstage footage at the end of Mayhem?!?!? Jim Robson: You're right.....but who's behind it? [Suddenly over the PA en elcontronically disguised voice booms over the PA.] VOICE: Hightower.....I'm sorry for all the confusion from last week.....as you may or may not be able to tell by now....Eric Travers is not behind PITV....it is I.....now as I said I have some footage that you....and the world....might be interested in seeing.... [The PITV symbol is replaced by a scene that takes place inside the locker room of Eric Travers. Sitting there with Eric Travers is Tricia Lane, and sitting with them is Hightower's former girlfriend, Kari. After a few moments of watching the video feed without any sound, the audio finally kicks in, revealing the trio's conversation.] TRICIA LANE: Okay so we've got it all figured out then right? KARI: You've got it! ERIC TRAVERS: Oh I can't wait to see how loud the crowd will boo him once they find out that he's a dopehead! KARI: I can't wait to see the look on his face when he see's me again..... TRICIA LANE: He's gonna either drool like a dog....or crap his pants....either way he'll look pathetic! [The trio starts laughing, then Travers gets a serious look on his face as he turns to Kari.] ERIC TRAVERS: Kari we can't screw this up.....YOU...can't screw this up. KARI: Hey I'm not Hightower......unlike him I can get the job done! ERIC TRAVERS: That's right....what was I thinking?!?! [The trio starts to laugh again, and Travers tries to talk through fits of laughter.] ERIC TRAVERS: This is going ot be the best......nobody will believe that sack of sh*t......and none of those morons watching will have a clue that we planted the dope in Hightower's bad.....nobody will have a clue that Hightower is innocent...and that I......"EPIC" ERIC TRAVERS.....am framming him and playing everybody for a sucker!!!! HAHAHAHAHA...... [The feed stops on the VideoTron as the camera view switches back to the ring. Eric Travers is staring at the VideoTron in complete shock, knowing that he has been caught red handed, as Hightower snarlas as he glares at Travers, the anger building up very quickly in Hightower as the fans boo Travers.] Jim Robson: I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW IT DAMNIT HIGHTOWER IS INNOCENT!!!! TRAVERS FRAMMED HIGHTOWER.......IT WAS A SET UP FROM THE GET GO!!!! THERE'S YOUR PROOF JACK!!!! Jack Anderson: I can't......I mean I can't believe....I mean...who's behind this PITV!!!!! [Travers still staring up at the VideoTron in shock, still is not looking at Hightower, almost forgetting that he is in the ring.] Jim Robson: The World Champ can't believe he's been caught......and Hightower is fuming....he's ready to explode.....NO CORRECTION HE HAS EXPLODED......!!!!! [Without warning Hightower rushes at Travers, spins him around and tackles him down, and the crowd gives a huge face pop for Hightower.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER'S SNAPPED...HE'S THROWING LEFTS AND RIGHTS AT TRAVERS WHO IS DEFENSLESS AGAINST THIS ATTACK RIGHT NOW!!!! Jack Anderson: Holy sh*t look at him go! Jim Robson: Hightower's up on his feet, he's pulled Travers up......JESUS LOOK OUT......!!!!! [Both Jim Robson and Jack Anderson back out of the way as Hightower throws Travers over the top rope, right onto the announcers table, which breaks under the weight as Travers lands head first on the table. The crowd explodes of the sight of Travers being manhandled.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER JUST PUT TRAVERS THROUGH OUT TABLE!!! THE CHAMP ISN'T MOVING HE'S OUT LIKE A LIGHT!!!! Jack Anderson: Hurray up Eric.....YOU'LL GET COUNTED OUT!!! [The ref starts his count as Hightower oaces back and forth in the ring like a caged animal ready to attack.] REF: One..... . . . Two..... . . . Three..... . . . Four..... . . . Five..... . . . Six..... . . . Seven..... . . . Eight..... . . . Nine..... . . . TEN!!!!! [DING] [DING] [Huge pop from the crowd.] Francine: The winner of Match via countout......HIGHTOWER!!!! Jim Robson: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, HIGHTOWER SHOWED AN AWESOME DISPLAY OF STRENGTH THROWING TRAVERS OUT OF THE RING LIKE THAT......AND IT WAS ENOUGH TO HELP HIGHTOWER WIN THE FIRST FALL...... Jack Anderson: Yeah but will Travers be able to continue...he's barely moving!!! Jim Robson: I dunno if he is or not......BUT HIGHTOWER'S NOT WAITING TO FIND OUT...... [Hightower hops out of the ring, dragging Eric Travers away from the debris of the table, and he rolls him rather violently into the ring.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER'S GONE MAD.....HE'S TAKING HIS FRUSTRATIONS OUT ON TRAVERS FOR WHAT ERIC DID TO HIGHTOWER.........HIGHTOWER'S STOMPING AWAY AT TRAVERS...... [Hightower picks Travers up to his feet.] Jim Robson: Hightower has Travers set up...... [Pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER'S EDGE POWERBOMB!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Come on Eric get up and finish him off......don't let him get another win!!! [Hightower picks Travers up by the hair and drags him over to the corner, putting him on the top turnbuckle and climbing up to the top turnbuckle himself.] Jack Anderson: What's Hightower doing now?? [Hightower grabs Travers by the throat, pausing to look into his eyes with a sadistic/vengful glare.] Jim Robson: No he can't.....he wouldn't...... [Huge pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson: TOP ROPE CHOKESLAM FROM THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMP!!!!!! HIGHTOWER COVERS..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DING] [DING] Francine: The winner of Match 5.......HIGHTOWER!!!! Jim Robson: FOLKS THIS IS AMAZING.....HIGHTOWER HAS JUST WON TWO STRAIGHT MATCHES OVER ERIC TRAVERS, AND EVEN THOUGHT THEY HAVE BEEN QUICK MATCHES.....IT'S ERIC TRAVERS' OWN FAULT BECAUSE IF THAT VIDEO FOOTAGE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SHOWN......THEN HIGHTOWER WOULD NOT BE IN THIS SUPREME RAGE!!! Jack Anderson: Hey that's not Eric's fault....that's this..."PITV" guy's fault!!! [Travers stumbles to his feet, and he is very wobbly on his feet as he stumbles around looking for Hightower.] Jim Robson: Match 6 is underway......HIGHTOWER WITH A SPEAR ON TRAVERS!!! [The crowd pops, feeling the momentum that Hightower has built up.] Jack Anderson: If Hightower doesn't smoke pot then he must be sniffin' coke or something because he looks ike those guys you see on COPS who are on PCP...... Jim Robson: Jack will you give it a rest for once in your life!!!! [Hightower stomps away a few times at Travers before picking him up off of the mat.] Jim Robson: Irish Whip by Hightower......SPINEBUSTER BY HIGHTOWER!!!! Jack Anderson: OH NO...I KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT!!!! [Hightower hets right up to his feet, grabbing the legs of Eric Travers, pulling him to the middle of the ring and setting him up for a submission hold.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER JUST LOCKED IN THE CANADIAN CLASSIC.....THE SAME MOVE TRAVERS USED TO DEFEAT HIGHTOWER IN MATCH 2!!! [Travers screams in agony as Hightowere has the hold locked in tightly and he leans back as far as he can, putting alot of pressure on the lowe rback of Eric Travers.] Jim Robson: Travers is trapped....there's no escape for him.... Jack Anderson: Yeah but he's not giving up....as much pain as he must be in right now after the vicious assult from Hightower....the world champion "Epic" Eric Travers still is not giving up!!! [The referee continues to check on Eric Travers, who seems to have slown down quite a bit, but still he refuses to give up.] Jim Robson: Travers is refusing to give.....but it's taking it's toll on him.....wait I think...i think Travers just lost conciousness!! [The referee checks on Eric Travers, who is no longer struggling against the hold. The referee lifts Traver's arm up and it falls to the mat. He repeats the process, and once again Travers arm falls to the mat. The referee lifts his arm for a third time, and for the third time it is the same result, which causes the referee to signall for the bell.] [DING] [DING] Francine: The winner of Match 6......HIGHTOWER!!!!! [The crowd pops as the referee pulls Hightower off of Travers....holding him back to allow Eric Travers some time to regain his conciousness.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER WINS MATCH 6 AND NOW WE GO TO THE 7TH AND FINAL MATCH!!! Jack Anderson: I can't believe it!!! How did hightower win 3 straight matches?!?!?!? Jim Robson: By being extremely pissed off!!! Jack Anderson: Well he may have won 3 straight matches, but there is nno chance in hell that Hightower will win the 7th match!!! [Travers has finally regained his conciousness, and takes his time getting back to his feet, seeing that the referee has Hightower at bay.] Jack Anderson: Smart nove by Travers....he's buying as much time as he can before he has to officially start Match 7! [Travers rolls out of the ring, and is met by Tricia Lane. Travers no longer has any look of arrogance, nor even confidence on his face. As he looks at Lane, and then back in the ring at the referee and Hightower, a look of frustration and anger forms on Travers' face. He looks up at the referee and signals for a time out. The referee shakes his head no, and begins to count.] Jim Robson: If Travers is counted out, he'll drop the title. Jack Anderson: he won't be counted out... HEY!! Where's he going!?!? [Travers says something to Lane who nods her head as though she understands, and Eric Travers begins to walk down the aisle towards the back. The crowd begin to boo loudly and throw garbage at Travers, who shows no sign of acknowledgment of the fans, he simply continues to the back.] Jim Robson: What is he doing? Is he giving up? Jack Anderson: The great Eric Travers would never give up!! Jim Robson: Then where the heck is he going? The referee is up to six... [As Robson is speaking Tricia Lane gets up onto the ring apron and into the ring. The referee stops counting and starts telling Lane to get out of the ring.] Jim Robson: Well, I guess Travers is getting his "time out" in a roundabout way. Jack Anderson: I don't know what Trish is saying, but she has Hightower's attention. [Tricia Lane ignores the referee's pleas to leave the ring and continues to trask talk Hightower, who is beginning to look amused.] Jim Robson: Any sign of Travers in the back? Jack Anderson: Is there a camera back there? Where's Edwards? Get him to find Travers. [The referee begins to get angry and starts yelling at Lane to leave the ring. Tricia looks over at the referee startled by his sudden anger, and then starts to cry.] Jack Anderson: That insensitive bastard!!! He just made Trish cry!! Jim Robson: She's a tough girl, I think this is a ploy. The referee is apologizing now, but I think he's been had. So does Hightower, who looks like he's starting to get impatient... Hold on, we have Anthony Edwards in the back, Anthony? [The screen switches to the backstage area, where Anthony Edwards is standing.] Anthony Edwards: Hey guys, I have been told that Eric Travers went into his locker room. He has also apparantly emerged from his locker room, but I'm not sure where he went... Hold on, he just went through the curtain to the waiting area... [The screen switches back to the arena, and the ring, where the referee seems to have settled Tricia Lane down by apologizing. She is slowly leaving the ring, and Hightower looks even more agitated. He is pacing like a caged animal. The referee returns to the entrance side of the ring and begins to count again.] Jim Robson: Where is Travers? Edwards said he was... [The arena lights fade to complete darkness and a single gold spotlight shines on the entranceway. The crowd jump to their feet as a few seconds of silence pass before "Sad But True" by Metallica begins to play through the sound system. There is a startled crowd pop as the curtain parts and Eric Travers walks out glaring straight ahead at Hightower. He has changed from his gold ring attire to his black ring attire, and has that familiar look on his face.] Jack Anderson: YES!! TRAVERS IS BACK AND IN HIS "ZONE"!!! Jim Robson: I don't know Jack, you can't just turn this kind of thing off and on!! I spent enough years covering the NHL to have learned that!! Jack Anderson: Well this ain't the NHL Jim, this is the I/W, and THAT man is no ordinary athlete!! [Travers walks around the side of the ring and grabs the house microphone from Francine, and climbs the steps. Travers steps into the ring as the lights return and the music stops. Travers stands infront of Hightower, glaring straight at him. Hightower is glaring right back.] ERIC TRAVERS: Alright Hightower, play time is OVER!! Now it's time to see if you've got the goods to beat the REAL Eric Travers!! I told you before you're a second rate piece of crap, and now I'm going to prove it once and for all!!!! [Travers throws the mic out of the ring, and the referee signals for the bell to sound for the seventh and final match of the series.] [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Match 7 is officially underway!!!! [The crowd pops, not for Hightower, not for Travers, but for the intensity that they can feel in the air as Travers and Hightower are at opposite ends of the ring, glaring at each other with strong hatred. After moments, which actually seems like hours, the two men snap at the same time, charging at each other with the intenjt to injure.] Jim Robson: TRAVERS AND HIGHTOWER MEET AT THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND THEY ARE TRADING BLOWS BACK AND FORTH!!!! [The crowd let;s out an explosive pop as the two men stand toe-to-toe trading violent punches.] Jim Robson: Hightower gets the advantage in the punching war....Irish Whip by Hightower......BUT TRAVERS COMES BOUNCING BACK TAKING HIGHTOWER DOWN WITH A FLYING FOREARM!!! [Eric Travers gets up to his feet and starts kicking away at Hightower.] Jack Anderson: Yeah that's it Eric don't give him a moments rest!!! Jim Robson: Travers with Hightower on his feet....Irish Whip to the ropes.....Clothsline by Travers.....NO CRUCIFIX TAKEDOWN..... REF: One..... . . . . . Tw..... Jim Robson: KICKOUT BY TRAVERS! Hightower charges at Travers.....SMALL PACKAGE BY THE WORLD CHAMP..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jim Robson: NO KICKOUT BY HIGHTOWER!!! [The fans pop at the action as Hightower kicks Travers in the gut and sets him up for a DDT.] Jim Robson: DDT by Hightower.....NO A COUNTER SUPLEX FROM TRAVERS!!!!! REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... [Pop from the crowd.] Jack Anderson: How does Hightower keep kicking out!!! Jim Robson: It's determination Jack......it that desire deep down inside of him..... [Travers nails Hightower with a couple of Knife Edge Chops, sending the Intercontinental Champ reeling back against the ropes.] Jack Anderson: It's the fact that he knows that Eric Travers is going to end his Hightower's career here tonight!!! Jim Robson: Travers with an Irish Whip.....NO REVERSAL BY HIGHTOWER......RELEASE BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!! [The crowd pops, seeing a fast paced moved from Hightower, which is something he rarely does.] Jim Robson: Hightower whips Travers to the corner.....AVALANCHE BODY SPLASH BY HIGHTOWER!!! Hightower sits up on the top turnbuckle......INVERTED TORNADO DDT BY HIGHTOWER WHO GOES FOR THE COVER..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thr..... Jack Anderson: NO TRAVERS KICKS OUT! THANK GOD TRAVERS KICKED OUT....WE CAN'T HAVE HIGHTOWER WINNING THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THAT WILL DO FOR OUR COMPANY??? Jim Robson: YEAH JIM WITH HIM AS OUR WORLD CHAMP AND WITH CHRIS J BACK IT WILL MAKE THIS COMPANY A HELL OF ALOT BETTER!!!! [Hightower gets right back up to his feet, not wanting to waste a moment of time.] Jim Robson: Hightower runs towards the ropes...... [Crowd pop.] Jim Robson: SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT BY HIGHTOWER?!?!?!? Jack Anderson: I've never seen him do that before!!! Where did he learn that from?!?!? [Hightower picks up Eric Travers and sits him on the top turnbuckle.] Jack Anderson: What's Lowbridge trying to do now?!?!?! Jim Robson: I dunno maybe a Superplex....maybe......A TOP ROPE FRANKENSTEINER BY HIGHTOWER!!!! Jack Anderson: EEKKKK!!! I saw him do that in the NICW before alot....what did he used to call that?!?!?! Jim Robson: The High-Steiner...... Jack Anderson: Ahem.....er okay...... [Hightower glares down at Travers, who is motionless on the mat. Hightower walks over to the turnbuckle climbing to the second ropes and raising his arms in the air and letting out a yell as the fans pop feeling the momentum of the Intercontoinental Champion build.] Jim Robson: This is it....Hightower can feel it......the end is near...... Jack Anderson: No it can't be!!!! No if the end iscoming near, it's the end for Hightower...NOT Eric Travers!!! [Hightower hops off of the turnbuckle, and turns around in time to see Eric Travers getting to his feet. Travers lunges at Hightower, but the IC Champ reacts fast grabbing Travers by the throat.] Jim Robson: CHOKESLAM BY HIGHTOWER!!!!! Jack Anderson: Oh no.....no no it can't end like this no no no..... [Hightower sets Travers up in the Pump Handle position, letting out a warrior-like yell as he raises his right arm in the air signaling for his finisher, and the fans go nuts as they await to see Travers fall to The Victimizer.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER IS ABOUT TO MAKE TRAVERS BECOME JUST ANOTHER VICTIM..... [For no apparent reason, the house lights start to flicker on and off, prompting Hightower to release Travers, unsure of whether this is just a technical problem or if he should be watching his back.] Jim Robson: We seem to be having a problem with the lights here..... Jack Anderson: I've got a bad feeling about this....a very very very....... [Jack Anderson is interupted by a sound booming over the PA.] PA: *BONG*.... [The fans start to buzz, sensing a familiar feeling.] PA:*BONG*.... Jack Anderson: Wait a minute...... [The fans buzzing gets louder and louder, as even Hightower senses a familiar feeling in the air as he keeps on looking up at the entrance way.] PA: *BONG*.... Jim Robson: Oh my god.....if we hear one more...... PA: *BONG*.... [The house lights o completly off and suddenly "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC blasts over the PA, causing the fans to pop.] Jack Anderson: COULD IT BE....IS IT?!?!? [The house lights come back on, and the fans give a monster pop at the sight of the two people standing at the top of the entrance way as Hightower looks suspicious, but Eric Travers looks petrified like he has just seen a ghost.] Jim Robson: It's Heather......AND THE AoD!!!!! [The crowd goes nuts as the Angel of Death looks around the arena at all of the fans cheering for the legandary competitor, then looks down at Heather, who nods back up at the AoD, and together the two of them make their way down to the ring very slowly.] Jack Anderson: HE LOOKS MAD......AND TRAVERS LOOKS LIKE HE JUST CRAPPED HIS PANTS!!! Jim Robson: THE ANGEL OF DEATH IS HERE!!!!! AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S DISSAPOINTED IN TRAVERS WHO HAS HAD A HISTORY WITH HIM!!!! Jack Anderson: Hey wait a minute.....that's not Heather!!! It's somebody wearing a Heather mask!!! [Hightower notices this too and climbs out of the ring, meeting "Heather" and the AoD on the outside of the ring. The AoD holds his hands up in a gesture of good will, but Hightower keeps on looking at the woman with the Heather mask.] Jim Robson: What does Hightower know this woman?? Jack Anderson: I dunno......hey wait a minute......do you think that it's the AoD who is behind this PITV crap?!?!? Jim Robson: Maybe it is!!!! [Hightower keeps on looking at the fake Heather, who finally pulls the mask off, and Hightower takes a step back looking very angry as the fans start to boo very loudly.] Jim Robson: What the.....IT'S KARI!!! [Hightower glares at Kari, and finally after concealing his anger for long enough, he starts to advance towards her, but it stopped by the AoD who kicks out the knee of Hightower, and together the AoD and Kari kick away at Hightower who can't get up due to the assault. Eric Travers flashes a big smile as he looks down at what is going on, and he hops out of the ring and motions for Tricia Lane to join in as all four of them stopm and kick away at Hightower.] Jim Robson: IT WAS ANOTHER SET-UP!!! ERIC TRAVERS JUST PULLED THE WOOL OVER OUR EYES AGAIN DAMNIT!!!! Jack Anderson: Yeah it's great isn't it?!?! I tell you Travers is the smartest guy in this business and that's why he's the world champ, and that's why he's going to stay the world champ!!! [The crowd continues to boo as the AoD and Travers pull Hightower up, holding him at bay so Tricia and Kari can slap him and kick him.] Jim Robson: We need to get some help out here.....this match is still going on and it's 4 on 1!!! ["Take A Look Around" by Limp Bizkit plays and the fans pop as Jade runs out from behind the curtians rushing towards the ring in track pants and a tank top.] Jack Anderson: What the hell is Jade going to do against those 4?!?! Jim Robson: No she's trying to save her friend.....Tricia Lane is already running away.....BUT JADE'S GOING AFTER KARI...SPEAR BY JADE!!!!! [The crowd pops as Jade starts throwing forearms to the face of Kari. Eric Travers jumps forward and grabs Jade by the hair, pulling her up to her feet, but Jade spins around and plants a kick right between the legs of Eric Travers, much to the delight of the crowd.] Jim Robson: JADE NAILS TRAVERS WHERE IT COUNTS THE MOST!!!! [Jade goes back to beating the hell out of Kari, which is also delighting the crowd, but she is stopped by the Angel of Death, who comes from behind putting in in a Cross-face Chicken Wing.] Jim Robson: That's no fair!!! Jack Anderson: Hey it's fair if she's stupid enough to run down there all by herself!!!! Jim Robson: The AoD is torturing Jade, she's screaming but he won't let up..... [The lights start to flicker again, as the VideoTron feed is replaced by 'snow' on the screen.] Jack Anderson: Is this ANOTHER suprise by Eric Travers??? Jim Robson: Gawd will Travers give it up, why all these tricks, I thought this was a wrestling match, not a match of mind games!!! [The crowd is boo'ing, thinking that this new disturbance has something to do with Travers. Their boo's suddenly turn to a pop as the VideoTron is no longer showing snow, but is once again replaced by the "PITV" logo on the screen.] Jim Robson: PITV?? Jack Anderson: What are we going to see another video clip?!?!? [The screen turns to black and the houselights go off, leaving everybody in total darkness. Then a familar song blasts over the PA, "25 or 6 to 4" by Chicago.] Jack Anderson: What the....????? [Finally an explosion of fireworks high above the ring signals for the houselights to come back on, as the PITV symbol once again is back on the VideoTron, and somebody can be seen at the top of the entrance way, but they cannot be identified yet because there is too much smoke surrounding them.] Jim Robson: It's the man behind PITV...it's...it's...... [The crowd gives a monster pop as the man steps out from the smoke.] Jack Anderson: HOLY SH*T........IT'S STEVE WEST!!!!! [The crowd goes nuts as they see the legandary preformer. Both Eric Travers and the AoD look to be in shoc as they look at each other, unsure of what to do.] Jim Robson: OF COURSE IT ALL MAKES SENSE...PITV.....PAIN INC TELEVISION!!!!! [Steve West suddenly sprints down to the ringside area and tackles down the AoD, who has finally released his grip on Jade, and the two veteran superstars roll around on the floor throwing punches at each other while Eric Travers watches in complete shock.] Jim Robson: WE HAVEN'T SEEN STEVE WEST SINCE HIS RETIREMENT MATCH AT THE LAST PPV....... Jack Anderson: WELL WHY THE HELL IS HE DOWN HERE NOW?!?!?! Jim Robson: Obviously he's here to give Hightower the support he needed and deserved!!!! [The referee gets on the outside of the ring and tries to break the two legands apart. In the meantime Travers decides to go back to work on Hightower, who has finally managed to stagger back to his feet, but Eric Travers puts him back down with a rough kick to the side of the knee. Then with a look of pure sadisticness.....Travers looks towards the announcer's table, which has literally just been replaced, and Travers smiles from ear to ear as he drags Hightower towards it.] Jim Robson: Travers is coming towards us...... Jack Anderson: What the..... [Robson and Anderson get out of the way as Travers rolls Hightower onto the newly replaced table. Travers climbs up on the table as well, dragging Hightower to his feet and scream in his face..."HEY HIGHTOWER HOW ABOUT EYE FOR AN EYE!!!" and Travers sets Hightower up for either a Piledriver or some similar move.] Jim Robson: TRAVERS IS GONNA PUT TOWER THROUGH OUR TABLE......GEE WE JUST GOT IT FIXED DAMNIT!!! Jack Anderson: Yes revenge is a dish best served through a table!! HAHA!!! Jim Robson: Is Travers going to do it? YES HE IS.....PEDIGREE BY TRAVERS AND THE TABLE BREAK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE TWO WRESTLERS!!! [The crowd boo's Travers heavily as he gets up to his feet, but stanbds over Hightower glaring at him, a look of mixed emotions crossing the face of Travers as he holds off on his assault on the IC Champ. Then he Hightower rolls over onto his back, a smile escapes the face of Travers as he see's the blood covered face of Hightower.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER'S BEEN BUSTED OPEN AND HE IS BLEEDING EVERYWHERE!!!! Jack Anderson: THIS IS IT...IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO FINISH HIM OFF ERIC!!!!!!! [Eric Travers picks up Hightower and throws him into the ring, following him in and pinning the bloodied HT.] Jim Robson: This is it...... REF: One..... . . . . . . . . . . Two..... . . . . . . . . . . THREEE..... Jim Robson: NO!!!!!! [The crowd pops, shocked that Hightower kicked out, but not as shocked as Eric Travers who 's jaw drops in disbelief.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER KICKED OUT.........HIGHTOWER KICKED OUT!!!! [Travers, still with his jaw dropped wide open, looks over at his corner where the AoD is standing along with Tricia Lane, and they can't believe what they have seen either. On the opposite side of the ring Jade is standing with Steve West, who is shouting words of encouragement to Hightower.] Jim Robson: I thought Travers had the match won......and so did he...... Jack Anderson: Yeah but he still has one ace up his sleeve.... [Just as Jack Anderson says this, Eric Travers gets up, looking very angry as he signals for the Epic Ending. The fans boo Travers, but they know that he has Hightower defeated.] Jim Robson: Travers putting the finishing touches on this....he has Hightower set up...Epic End.....NO HIGHTOWER COUNTERS OUT OF IT!!! [The crowd pops as Hightower slides behind Travers, then he spins him around, kicks him in the mid-section, and sets him up hos his own finisher.] Jim Robson: VICTIMIZER.......VICTIMIZER......HIGHTOWER WITH THE VICTIMIZER ON TRAVERS!!!! [Huge crowd pop.] Jack Anderson: HOW DID HE...I MEAN HE COULDN'T..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] [The crowd goes ballistic as "Trip Like I Do" by Filter/Crystal Method plays over the PA, and Steve West and Jade scramble in the ring to celebrate.] Jim Robson: NEW CHAMP......NEW CHAMP WE HAVE A NEW CHAMP!!!! Jack Anderson: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! Francine: Here is the winner of the match....and the NEW IWF/WOW Heavyweight Champion of the World..... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [The crowd pops again as Travers and the AoD are leaving the ringside area but facing the ring, and from behind the curtains Triple C rushes out, blasting them both with a chair and then joining his friend in the ring to celebrate with him. The ring attendant seen at the start of the PPV grabs the title and ran to the back!] Jim Robson: He;s finally done it!!!! After 3 years in the I/W Hightower has finally achieved his dream and he has won the world championship!!! Jack Anderson: How did he......I mean Travers had him beat!!! Jim Robson: Travers may have had him bet, but Hightower always like to overcome the odds and in this case he came back from a 3 to nothing deficit to beat Travers in 4....count them 4 straight matches!!!! [Triple C and Steve West put Hightower on their shoulders.]