_//__/  \/_____/'\/__//__/

As the camera fades into day two of EGOS & ICONS, the screen fades to black,
and two words appears in large white writing:       

                                " ID4 RUMBLE "

The words slowly fade, as "American Psycho" by treble charger begins playing
in the background. Clips begin to play of previous Independence Day Rumble
events... including the Angel of Death lasting eighty-eight minutes to win
the original event back in 1997, and walking out with the IWF/WOW World
Heavyweight Title. Next we see Robert d'Artois winning the 1998 Independence
Day Rumble after elimination Wuzho. The 1999 Independence Day Rumble
highlights are up next, and this time we witness Hightower elimination both
Steve West and Johnny Skiles at the same time to take the victory. Finally,
we see the 2000 Independence Day Rumble, and it's James Monosso. As we fade
out from watching Monosso's ID4 victory, the screen once again fades to
black, with five words shown in white appearing...

                            " A LEGEND WILL BE BORN "

The words eventually fade, and the EGOS & ICONS logo bursts onto the screen.]

=============================================================================
| IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS: Independence Day Rumble | LIVE! From Washington, DC |
=============================================================================
 ______                  
|  ____|  [MAIN EVENT! TWENTY MAN INDEPENDENCE DAY RUMBLE]
| |__     Billy Rock, Cooper Concrete, Nate McMannis, Brett Young, 
|  __|    Sean Christopher, Jeremy Thranton, Fusion, Mickey Charmer, 
| |____   Scott Richards, Damian Malcolm, Maverick, the Giant Redneck,
|______|  Razor Ron Jeremy, Justin Arcola, the Desert Scorpion,
  ___     the Prophet, Carl Lumski, the Idol, Robert d'Artois, Matthew Reason
 ( _ ) 
 / _ \/\  [WORLD TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH!]
| (_>  <  Sloan/Van Steele <Champions> vs the Ewiak Brothers vs Team 3B 
 \___/\/
  _____   [TRIPLE THREAT GRUDGE MATCH!]
 |_   _|  Jeremy Thranton vs the Prophet vs Desert Scorpion
   | |
   | |    [6-PERSON ELMINATION MATCH!]       
  _| |_   Lumski/Fleur/Rogan vs Pain/Suffering/Hellraiser
 |_____|

  DAY 2

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| IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS: Independence Day Rumble | LIVE! From Washington, DC |
=============================================================================

[Suddenly, the EGOS & ICON logo shrinks to the corner. Below it is written:

                        Wednesday July 4th, 2001
                        United Center
                        Washington, DC, USA
                        LIVE!

The screen then shows over twenty thousand rapid fans inside the United
Center in Washington, DC, USA. They are screaming their lungs out, waving
posters, signs, American flags and everything they possibly could - all in
an attempt to get on television, and get noticed.]

[After several moments of panning over the arena, _loud_ fireworks above the
ring begin to go off, followed by fire bursting out of the ring turnbuckles.
The fans let out an even bigger pop, because they know that day two of EGOS
& ICONS is about to get underway. After a few more moments panning the
arena, the regular voice of IWF/WOW play-by-play man Jim Robson is heard...]

Jim Robson: WELCOME EVERYONE... WELCOME TO DAY TWO OF WHAT IS SURE TO BE ONE
OF THE MOST EXCITING EVENTS IN IWF/WOW HISTORY... WELCOME TO EGOS & ICONS:
INDEPENDENCE DAY RUMBLE!!!

[The camera continues to move around the arena. We see several signs,
including "WHO? ME?", "ST. CLAIR FOR PRIME MINISTER", "US SUCKS", and even a
sign asking for a million dollars. Eventually, the camera pans to ringside
where Jim Robson and Jack Anderson are sitting at their usual desk.]

Jim Robson: Folks, welcome to what is sure to be an amazing event... after
the shocking events of day one, I wouldn't expect anything less here
tonight. There is a new IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion and a new
Intercontinental Champion, but of course not without a little bit of
controversy.

Jack Anderson: Well, the word was forced to watch a horrible injustice on
day one! Figures it'd happen in Canada. I still cannot believe that Shane
St. Clair was able to walk out with the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Championship belt!! Travers is _da_ mann! 


Jim Robson: Correct, it was the man. St. Clair is the new man. But speaking
of new champions, how about "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock winning the
Intercontinental Championship from Justin Arcola?

Jack Anderson: Oh, don't even get me started on that one!! Even with Johnny
Spades making a special one night only return, Arcola was not able to retain
the title... 

Jim Robson: It certainly was an amazing night on day one, but tonight could
get even more interested. Tonight we have the twenty man Independence Day
Rumble, where legends are made. Tonight, someone will earn a shot at the
IWF/WOW World Heavyweight title by winning this rumble.

Jack Anderson: It could be anyone... Robert d'Artois, Justin Arcola, the
Idol, the Prophet, Matthew Reason...

Jim Robson: ... Billy Rock, Carl Lumski, Razor Ron Jeremy, Nate McMannis,
Jeremy Thranton, the Desert Scorpion...

Jack Anderson: ... hell, it could even be the Giant Redneck!!

Jim Robson: Now that would be interested to see. 

Jack Anderson: It's going to be tough for anyone to eliminate the Giant
Redneck. He's a large man!

Jim Robson: You're right about that..

Jack Anderson: What a night tonight is going to be.

Jim Robson: Up first, we've got some pre-recorded comments from "Coach
Potato" Carl Lumski and company. These were made after Lumski watched MAYHEM
last week... Lets take a look.

[Fade in.  The scene opens with a close-up of a big screen television set.
On the TV, we see a clip from the last MAYHEM playing.  More specifically,
we see John "Hellraiser" Grenchen making his return to the IWF/WOW.  The
camera zooms out away from the television slowly, revealing that we're
actually in the living room of "Couch Potato" Carl Lumski's apartment.  The
TV is, in fact, new but nothing else in the room appears to be.  We see Carl
and his beloved girlfriend/brand new tag team partner Fleur Gardyn sitting
on the sofa, watching TV.  Well, Fleur is watching the television.  Carl's
too busy laughing hysterically to pay any attention to the TV.  He's
laughing so hard that he's almost on the verge of tears.  Finally, he calms
down a bit and looks at Fleur.  He points to the television, still chuckling
slightly...]

CL:     Can you believe that guy, hon?  What a goof!  He acts like a freakin'
reject from a Z grade horror film.  I half-expected special commentary
during his speech... not from Jim Robson and Jack Anderson, mind you.  I
expected play-by-play from the Satellite of Love crew from "Mystery Science
Theater 3000".  I'm sure Mike and the bots would've had a field day with
that load of... of... ummm... what's that word that you use?

[Fleur cocks her head to the side and smirks at Carl...]

FG:     Bollocks?

CL:     Yes!  Bollocks!  That was the biggest load of bollocks I've ever seen in
my life.  The scary thing is... I think he expected to SCARE us with that
little stunt.

[Fleur rolls her eyes...]

FG:     I know!  Wot a poof!

[Carl shakes his head...]

CL:     That didn't scare me!  Hell, if anything, it made me laugh!

[Carl's voice deepens as he mimics Grenchen...]

Pain... Suffering... remove this wench and take her ... to the LABORATORY!
I am EVIL!  Evil, I say!  MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Fleur giggles...]

FG:     Spot on!  That's exactly 'ow 'e sounded, luv. Ya 'it the nail right on
the bloody head!  Blimey!  He sounded like a real nitwit!

[Carl nods his head...]

CL:     He was acting so over-the-top!  My God!  Even Nathan Lane would've told
him to tone it down a little!  It was like he was BEGGING all of us to think
he was some evil mastermind.  He reminded me of Simon Milligan from that old
recurring "Kids in the Hall" sketch.  Remember him?  I felt like running
back out there and asking him how manservant Hecubus was!  Ha ha ha!

[Carl's eyes widen as he continues...]

And what about that match that he proposed?  Surely, he thought of that gem
after smoking a hefty dose of crack!  A sane and sober man wouldn't have
made a challenge like that!

FG:     I've 'eard of matches wiv barbed wire in the place of the rin' ropes and
a cage surroundin' the rin'... and I've even seen matches where the
turnbuckles were removed... but the chuffin' rest of 'is stipulations were
total rubbish!

[Carl nods...]

CL:     Inorganic weapons... prickly thorn bushes... and my personal favorite -
the object of the match!  The fact that he suggested a match where the only
way you could win is if you pinned your own partner PROVES that this guy
rode the short bus to school as a child!  Hellraiser, my ass.  How dare he
disrespect one of the best damn horror movie villains ever created!  If that
dork wants to steal a nickname, he should've taken it from a character that
he resembles... like Pugsley Addams from "The Addams Family".

[Laughing softly as Carl's last comment, Fleur shakes her head, patting her
man on the leg...]

FG:     Oh don't yer worry!  Don't worry about any of wot that daft bloke said!
I 'ad Natty-Rose speak ter President Jurkschat after the show.  That 'ell On
Earff match will NOT be takin' place.  The six-person elimination match is
still on.

[Carl leans back on the sofa, folding his hands behind his head.  A Cheshire
Cat-like grin forms on his face...]

CL:     Excellent!  I can't wait until the pay-per-view!

[Fleur nestles up next to Carl, placing her head on his chest...]

FG:     Why's that, luv?  Because ya can't wait ter get yor 'ands on Pain &
Sufferin' and that Grenchen git?

[Carl puts his arm around Fleur and starts playing with her hair...]

CL:     Oh, I'm looking forward to that... but I'm also looking forward to
teaming with you for the first time.  Granted, I was skeptical about taking
you on as a partner at first... but I've warmed up to the idea since then.
Now I can't wait to team up with you at EGOS & ICONS.  We're going to be
just like Luke and Laura out there.  We're going to be like a real-life
super couple!

FG:     Don't forget, luv.  Nat will be teamin' wiv us, too.  I'm pretty sure
she'll brin' a bit ter the team as well.  I've seen 'er in action a few
times. She's pretty talented.  I just 'ope she ain't mad at ya for cuttin'
'er off when she tried ter attack Charmer.

[Carl heaves a deep sigh...]

CL:     I hope so, too.  I mean, I appreciate everything that Natalie Rose is
doing for us... but I think what she tried to do to Mickey Charmer was
wrong.  She had no business being out there.  The man's a living legend.  I
remember watching him on TV when I was sixteen years old!  I'm sorry... but
I wasn't about to let her go ahead and disrespect him like that!

FG:     I know, luv.  I wouldn't worry about it, ffough.  I don't fink she'll
send ya ter Coventry.

[Carl holds Fleur close and shakes his head...]

CL:     Anyway, that's enough about the pay-per-view.  I've been wanting to ask
you something... something VERY important.

[Fleur nods, yawning...]

FG:     Alright, luv.  I'm listenin'.

[The camera zooms in for a close-up of Carl...]

CL:     Well, I've been trying to get this off my chest for quite some time now,
Fleur.  It's been on my mind ever since you moved in.  You see, I haven't
been this happy before since... well... since EVER.  You make me happy,
Fleur... and I don't want this feeling to end.  I want this feeling to be
alive and well in my life until the day I die.  You make me feel AMAZING.

[He takes a deep breath...]

What I'm trying to say is... I want you and I to become an US.  Fleur...
will you marry me?

[Carl looks down...]

Fleur?

[The camera zooms out and we see that Fleur has fallen asleep on Carl's
chest.  Carl looks up and groans to himself...]

That's it!  I give up!

[Fade back to ringside.]

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


Jim Robson: Up next, folks, we've got what is sure to be one of the most
unorthodox matches we've seen in a while.

Jack Anderson: I can't wait for this. I want to see Lumski and his two
cohorts get completely humiliated.

Jim Robson: This was originally scheduled to be Lumski, Fleur and Natalie
taking on Pain, Suffering, and Mistress Sonia, but with the return of the
Hellraiser, the lineup's gotten a little more...interesting. Lets go to the
ring.
 _____ ___   ___
| ____( _ ) |_ _|-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|  _| / _ \/\| |                6-PERSON ELMINATION MATCH
| |__| (_>  <| |     Lumski/Fleur/Rogan vs Pain/Suffering/Hellraiser
|_____\___/\/___|=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-
-------------------------> WRITER: Matt Weeks <-------------------------

FRANCINE: The following contest is a six-person elimination tag team match!
Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 714 pounds, the team of
Pain, Suffering, and John "The Hellraiser" Grenchen!!!

[The crowd begins to boo as the serene feel of the opening riffs of
Metallica's "Little Boy You're Going to Hell" begin to slowly pick up momentum.]

# Little boy at peace #
# What is this place beyond the stars? #
# Open up your eyes #
# What are these things you're moving toward? #
# Head so full of wonder #
# Worries in the past #
# Could it be that you are free at last? #

[Bright white lights flash in the entranceway.]

HELLRAISER: NO!!!

[The trashing drums and speed metal guitars break the serenity. "The
Hellraiser" John Grenchen steps out from behind the curtain, walks out a few
feet, and raises his arms in the air. On cue, Pain and Suffering step out
and march like soldiers to his side. They walk to the ring at a slow and
methodical pace, with Grenchen leading the way and Pain and Suffering at his
flank.]

Jim Robson: John Grenchen has assumed the mantle of Mistress Sonia, who was
eliminated - possibly for good - at the hands of her former charges Pain and
Suffering.

Jack Anderson: Well, all I can say is that we are all suffering at not being
able to have Mistress Sonia out here.

[Suddenly, the trippy instrumental opening theme of the "The Hitch-hiker's
Guide to the Galaxy" television series begins to blare throughout the packed
MAYHEM Arena.  The crowd pops!]

FRANCINE:  And their opponents... at a total combined weight of four hundred
and thirty-three pounds... "COUCH POTATO" CARL LUMSKI... FLEUR GARDYN... AND
"THE TOMORROW GIRL" NATALIE ROSE ROGAN!

[The crowd's cheers intensify as Carl, Fleur, and Natalie Rose emerge from
behind the entrance curtain.  Dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a
tattered, old pair of Adidas sneakers, and a #42 HGTTG University football
jersey, Carl makes his way down the aisle, high-fiving a few fans along the
way.  Clad in a white baby tee that has the words "Don't Panic!" across the
front in red letters, a tight pair of Daisy dukes, and a pair of black
boots, Fleur tags along behind her man, smiling and giggling like a giddy
school girl.  Decked out in a black cutoff T-shirt that has the words
"Perfection Personified" across the chest in glittery lettering, a pair of
long (and quite tight) pink spandex tights that has her initials "N.R.R."
running down each leg, and a pair of white boots, Natalie Rose brings up the
rear, strutting down the aisle slowly as if she was modeling on a catwalk.
Finally, they make it to the ring...]

Jack Anderson: Even though Fleur and Rogan are both accomplished wrestlers,
I'd think you'd have to agree with me, Jim, that this team is the underdog
tonight.

Jim Robson: Well, time will tell on that one. This is the first time we've
seen The Tommorrow Girl in an IWF/WOW match, but her reputation certainly
precedes her. We've seen firsthand that Fleur is no pushover - in fact,
she's proved quite frequently in the last few weeks that she's a force to be
reckoned with. And of course, Carl Lumski, the former North American
Champion, makes a living out of defying people's expectatons of him.

DING! DING! DING!

Jim Robson: There's the bell. It looks like it's going to be Suffering
starting the match for Grenchen's team, and for Team Lumski...

Jack Anderson: Natalie Rose Rogan?

Jim Robson: Well, now we're going to get a chance to see firsthand exactly
what Carl and Fleur's new manager can do inside the squared circle.

Jack Anderson: Ha, check out Suffering. He's not showing any respect to The
Tommorrow Girl.

Jim Robson: Suffering...he almost looks amused by the prospect of wrestling
Rogan. That's the first time I've seen Suffering smile.

[Suffering goes down on all fours in the classic wrestling mount position.
He dares Rogan to come over.]

Jim Robson: Suffering is challenging the technician Rogan in freestyle
wreslting.

Jack Anderson: I love it!

[Rogan shrugs and calmly walks across the ring. She prepares to put on a
waistlock, but then surprises everyone, including Suffering, by jumping on
Suffering's back and rolling over with a three-quater nelson pin. Suffering
kicks out at one and immediately gets to his feet, infuriated. Rogan smirks
and calls Suffering in.]

Jim Robson: Rogan almost got the quick pin there with a beautiful
rollup...and HERE WE GO! Rogan dodges a clothesline from Suffering and fires
back with forearm shots! Side headlock by Rogan...she's wrenching it
in...Suffering counters into a hammerlock...Rogan can't get the leverage to
reverse it...DROP TOE-HOLD by Rogan! That surprised the big man...Suffering
up again...ARM-DRAG! Rogan's on all cylinders in this exchange...JAPANESE
ARM DRAG TAKEDOWN! Suffering's a bit dazed...Suffering with a
kick...no...blocked by Rogan...DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP!!!

[The crowd pops big for this offensive series.]

Jack Anderson: Oh shut up, people! Rogan might have surprised Suffering, but
there's no way this can last.

Jim Robson: The Tommorrow Girl just put on a techinical clinic against the
high-flyer Suffering. And Rogan tags in Fleur! Fleur to the top rope...and
Suffering is still a bit stunned...RUNNING BULLDOG BY ROGAN! Here comes
Fleur off the top...ELBOW DROP TO THE HEAD!!! Fleur goes for the
cover...Suffering kicks out at two!

Jack Anderson: Come on, Suffering! She's a hundred and ten pounds; assert
yourself!

Jim Robson: Suffering beginning to stand...DROPKICK TO THE FACE by Fleur!
Suffering up again...ANOTHER DROPKICK! AND A THIRD ONE!!! What an amazing
display of aerial skill!

Jack Anderson: Yeah, but that didn't hurt Suffering, just got him off-track.
I'm telling you, all it's gonna take is one mistake...

Jim Robson: Suffering up...BOOT TO THE GUT! Fleur applies an
arm-wrench...INTO A FACE BUSTER! ROCKER DROPPER!!!

Jack Anderson: Fleur is obviously the missing third member of the Marty
Janetty Fan Club.

Jim Robson: Fleur makes the tag to the Couch Potato! Lumski grabs Suffering
by the waist and hair...and tosses him through the ropes to the outside!

Jack Anderson: Typical Lumski cowardice...go for the count-out win.

Jim Robson: Somehow, I doubt that Lumski is going to let Suffering just sit
out there...Lumski shoots himself into the ropes on the far side...

[POP]

Jim Robson: LUMSKI WITH A TOPÉ! SUICIDE DIVE ONTO SUFFERING!!!

Jack Anderson: This guy's an idiot! He could have broken his neck doing that!

Jim Robson: Well, on the outside here...this is Lumski's world. He loves
this environment.

Jack Anderson: He would, that mentally-deficient freak!

Jim Robson: Lumski with Suffering, who's really been taking a
pounding...IRISH WHIP INTO THE STEEL GUARDRAIL! Did you hear that smash?
Suffering tries to charge...but Lumski counters...DROP TOE-HOLD INTO THE
STEPS! Lumski makes a cut-throat motion with his hand...STUNT-PULL
PILEDRIVER ON THE FLOOR!

Crowd: EYE-DUB! EYE-DUB!

Jim Robson: What a move! Suffering is really in trouble now, as Lumski rolls
him under the bottom rope. Lumksi steps through the ropes and makes the tag
to Fleur. Fleur climbs to the top rope and Lumski hooks Suffering...SWEEPS
WEEK BY LUMSKI!!! Fluer flies...SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! SHOOTING STAR
PRESS!!! The cover by Fleur...
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3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Jim Robson: Suffering is history! He just never got out of the starting gate.

[As Lumski, Fleur, and Rogan celebrate in the corner, Pain and Grechen enter
the ring and lay waste to the trio. Pain hits Lumski and Fleur with a double
clothesline and Grechen knocks Rogan off the apron with a running elbow to
the face. Pain picks up Fleur and tosses her to Grechen.]

Jim Robson: The Hellraiser has Fleur Gardyn hooked...and lifts her into a
stalling suplex...what's he going to do? OH NO! BRAINBUSTER DDT!!! Come on
now! She's 110 pounds; that could have broken her spine!

Jack Anderson: What do you expect, Jim? She's a legal entrant in this match,
and you've said over and over that she can hang with the boys' club. Now you
want her to be offered special consideration because she's a member of the
fairer sex?

Jim Robson: Well, no...

Jack Anderson: HA! My point exactly. Get her, Pain!

[Pain takes Fleur to the corner and pummels her with a dozen or so punches
to the side of the face, driving her down into a sitting position. He places
his foot along her throat and cranks back on the ropes, choking her. The
crowd responds with MASSIVE heat.]

Jim Robson: Enough is enough! This is hideous!

Jack Anderson: Hey, try and be impartial for one, Jim. This is how wrestling
is, and for a rookie like Fleur Gardyn, it was only a matter of time before
the School of Hard Knocks called her name.

[Pain dumps Fleur out of the ring and Lumski takes objection to it. He tries
to get in the ring and the referee holds him back. Pain gets in Lumski's
face and a stray shot knocks the referee down. Lumksi starts to enter the
ring, but is met with a viscous knee to the face from Pain follwed up by a
piledriver.]

Jim Robson: Well, Fleur is down on the outside and Lumski is down in the
ring...WAIT! RIGHT BEHIND US! IT'S ERIC TRAVERS!!!

[Travers jumps over the security railing and goes right For Fleur. He grabs
her and positions her in front of the Japanese announce table.]

Jim Robson: No...NO! DON'T DO IT!!!

*** SMASH ***

Jim Robson: GERMAN SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!!! ERIC TRAVERS DROVE FLEUR
THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE DAMNDEST GERMAN SUPLEX I'VE EVER SEEN!!!

[Rogan immediately charges down the apron and nails Travers square in the
chest with a missile dropkick. Travers goes down, and Rogan pounces. Travers
kicks her off and gets up.  Rogan takes a swing, which Travers ducks and
follows up with a Chicken Wing/Rear Chinlock combo. Travers has Rogan locked
up tight, and is near Robson and Anderson. Travers' mouth is on the right
side of Rogan's head and Travers' comments are audible over the camera
microphone.]

Eric Travers:  Rogan, I respect your abilities as a manager, and as a
wrestler as well, and I expect that you'll pass my message on to your team.  

[Travers tightens his grip as Rogan grimaces, her eyes moving back and forth
looking for an escape.]

Eric Travers:  You know as well as I do that as long as those two clowns
continue to stick their noses in my business, especially when it physically
involves Tricia, they're in a no win situation.  And as a well respected
manager, and wrestler, I would think that you would have the sense to advise
them to focus on their tag team goals, and avoid the best wrestler the
IWF/WOW has ever seen, at all costs.

[Travers cracks an arrogant smirk as Rogan struggles to free herself, and
Travers tightens his grip some more.]

Eric Travers:  Fiesty.  You know what Rogan, I like that, so here's what I'm
gonna do.  Since I've returned the favour on that chair shot Tricia received
on Monday, I'm gonna call us all even.  So if you can keep the reins on
Lumski and Fleur, and keep them out of my hair, we'll have no more problems.
Got it?  Good.  And by the way...  Good luck with the rest of your match.

[Travers then shoves Rogan away from him, and to the floor.  Rogan picks
herself up and shakes her left arm, watching Travers walks around the ring
with a look of anger on her face.  Rogan then goes to check on Fleur, who is
still down.]

Jim Robson: Eric Travers exerting revenge for what happened to Tricia Lane
last week on MAYHEM. Lumski is still down and the referee is just now
starting to get up. Rogan climbs to the apron. WAIT! The Hellraiser just
clotheslined Rogan backwards over the top rope into the ring. He's got Rogan
set up...CROSS POWERBOMB!!! Grechen makes the cover...that's gotta be all.
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3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Jack Anderson: HA HA! See you later, Tommorrow Girl!

Jim Robson: Take nothing away from Rogan, she proved a great deal to a lot
of people tonight. But that Cross Powerbomb can put away anybody.

Jack Anderson: And things don't look too good for that embarassment Lumski
now, do they? His manager has been eliminated and Fleur...well, she's been
eliminated by default.

Jim Robson: This will be a great test for the Couch Potato, who's still
shaking off the effects of being dropped on his head a minute ago by Pain.
It's essentially two-on-one.

Jack Anderson: And you've gotta be impressed with the performance of The
Hellraiser.

Jim Robson: Well, he's been picking his spots, hitting big moves out of
nowhere throughout this whole match. But right now, it's Pain taking over on
Carl Lumski. Pain whips Lumski into the ropes...POWERSLAM!!! Pain goes for
the cover
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Jack Anderson: It's only a matter of time though.

Jim Robson: Pain hooks Lumski between the legs. He lifts him up...POWERBOMB!
Pain _drove_ Lumski into the mat! Another cover by Pain...
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KICK-OUT _AGAIN_!

Jack Anderson: Just barely that time though. Lumski's ripe for the pickings.

Jim Robson: Pain lifts Lumski up...sets him on the top rope. What are we
going to see here? Pain ascends the turnbuckle...WAIT! Lumski catches him
with a shot to the gut! Another one to the head! Lumski's actually _pulling_
Pain up towards him. Lumski steps down to the second turnbuckle...sets Pain
on his shoulders...oh no...

[Yes...]

* SLAM!!! *

[POP!!!]

Jim Robson: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER OFF THE SECOND ROPE!!!
WHAT AN INCREDIBLE HIGH-IMPACT MOVE!!! Lumski makes the cover...
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DING! DING! DING!

Jim Robson: And Pain is eliminated!

Jack Anderson: No way! Where did that move come from?!?

[John Grechen immediately enters the ring and pounces on Lumski.]

Jim Robson: There's no rest period here. Lumski is still shaken from his own
offense and the beating he's been taking. Grechen boots Lumski in the
midsection...gives the signal for the scissors kick!

Jack Anderson: That'll take Lumski's head off! DO IT!!!

[Grechen measures Lumski, preparing for the kick. He backs up into the ropes
and prepares to charge, when suddenly...]

Jim Robson: OH MY GOD! IT'S FLEUR! SHE HAS THE TESTICULAR CLAW ON THE
HELLRAISER!!!

Jack Anderson: Referee! Do something! That's illegal!

Jim Robson: Can you imagine the amount of pain John Grechen must be in?
Fleur relases the hold, but Lumski is waiting...NIELSEN SPIKE!!! NIELSEN
SPIKE!!! Lumski's got the pin...
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DING! DING! DING!

FRANCINE: Here are your survivors, Fleur Gardyn and "The Couch Potato" Carl
Lumski!!!

Jim Robson: What an incredible display of fortitude by Fleur Gardyn, to
recover from that heinous assault by the Epic one!

[Lumski and Fleur hug in the middle of the ring, and Fleur turns to the
ropes to take in the thunderous applause from the fans. Lumski looks at her,
at the fans, and then at her again...and drops down to one knee! He reaches
into his pocket while Fleur's back is still turned, but is interrputed when
Nataile Rose Rogan suddenly runs down to the ring and yanks him up to hug
him in celebration. Fleur turns around and joins the group hug while Lumski
simply shakes his head and shrugs.]

Jack Anderson: HA, shot out of the saddle again, huh Carl? What a loser!

Jim Robson: Whew. What an opening match, and it's obvious Eric Travers is
really upset from his loss on day one against Shane St. Clair.

Jack Anderson: Of course he is! He lost the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Championship... wouldn't _you_ be upset!?

Jim Robson: Well, yes I would.

Jack Anderson: There you go!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


Jim Robson: Either way, what a night New Era was, and if our first match is
any indication, tonight could well be even better...

[Robson is interrupted by "Epic" by Faith No More blasting through the sound
system of the MCI Center.]

Jim Robson: What is Travers doing out here once again?

Jack Anderson: Obviously he has something on his mind, and he's coming out
here to say it.

Jim Robson: Yeah, but President Jurkschat has a rule prohibiting In ring
interview segments on pay per view.

Jack Anderson: Too bad, Travers is coming out.

[The crowd begin to boo, and taunt Travers as he walks out from behind the
curtain.  Travers looks angry, and oblivious to the jeers of the capacity
crowd as he makes his way down the aisle. Travers is wearing black Nike
warmup pants, and an Eric Travers "Black and Gold" t-shirt.  As he walks
down the aisle, we can see that he has a manilla envelope in his right hand.
Travers climbs into the ring and goes over to get a microphone from
Francine.  She hesitates, with the camera picking up part of a comment that
had something to do with Jurkschat and a rule.  Travers yells for her to
"just give me the damn microphone", which
Francine reluctantly does.  Travers walks beack to center ring and waits as
the commotion dies down.]

ERIC TRAVERS: 3 nights ago at IWF/WOW Egos and Icons: New Era, a gross
injustice occured.  Shane St Clair became the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Champion.

[The crowd pops, causing Travers to lower the microphone and look around.
Travers waits again for the noise to die down and then begins to speak again.]

ERIC TRAVERS: I'm glad you're all so happy.

[The crowd pop again, and a "Travers sucks" chant picks up.]

ERIC TRAVERS: You won't be so damn happy for long, because you see... Here
in my right hand is an envelope, and inside this envelope is something that
will bring the IWF/WOW World Heavyeight Title back to where it belongs,
AROUND MY WAIST!!
 
[The crowd boo the thought]

ERIC TRAVERS: Now, I know co-President Jurkschat, Vice-President Thompson,
Vice President Bell and Commissioner McMannis are all backstage...  And I
know they all want to come out here right now, because I'm breaking one of
Jurkschat's pay per view rules.  So gentlemen, c'mon down because I have
something to show you.

[There is a buzz in the crowd as they watch and wait.  Soon there is a pop
as Jurkschat, Thompson, Bell, and McMannis all come walking out from the
backstage area.  McMannis looks ready to wrestle, while the three executives
are all in suits.  The four men make their way down the aisle, and climb
into the ring.  Jurkschat gets a microphone from Francine.]

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: What's this all about Travers?  You know our rule
for pay per views, NO IN RING INTERVIEW TIME!!

[Travers smirks and walks over and stands right in Jurkschat's face]

ERIC TRAVERS: Well Chris, you know me, always one to find a way to be in the
spotlight...  But that's not what this is about.

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: What's it about then?

ERIC TRAVERS: Well, three nights ago, I was robbed.  Three nights ago, Shane
St Clair and his drug enhanced body STOLE the IWF/WOW World Championship
from me, and I want it back!!

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: You're entitled to get a rematch, and you will.
That's no reason for you to be out here...

ERIC TRAVERS: I'm not talking about a rematch...  I want the decision
REVERSED!!!

[The crowd reacts negatively as the four men look at Travers quizically.
McMannis asks Jurkschat for the microphone, which Chris hands over to him.]

NATE MCMANNIS: And why the hell would we want to do that.  You LOST, get
over it!!

[Travers smirks at McMannis and gets in HIS face]

ERIC TRAVERS: If I didn't have bigger fish to fry right now, I'd take your
ass out!!  But, instead, I'll answer your question.  You want to know why
the hell you would want to reverse the decision?...

[Travers holds up the manilla envelope in his right hand]

ERIC TRAVERS: In this envelope is something that you all claim not to have.
Something that will finally force you clowns into making a decision.  For
weeks it has been clear to everyone and their grandmothers that Shane St
Clair is on some kind of steroid, and in my hands...  I HAVE PROOF!!!!!!

[There is a collective gasp followed by a loud murmer from the crowd.]

Jim Robson: He has what?  Proof?

Jack Anderson: That's what that vile was for the other night...  Travers
took a blood sample and had it tested!!  An insurance policy!!

Jim Robson: Oh my gawd.

[The four executives begin to look visibly uncomfortable.  Thompson takes
the microphone from McMannis.]

VP THOMPSON: Eric, you all go through testing, and St. Clair has never
tested positive before...

ERIC TRAVERS: Yeah, that happened on my test too, until I remembered
something.  I'm sure everyone in the building remembers the ladder match
final for the Intercontinental Title at WrestleFest.  Well, you may also
remember Shane St Clair doing a segment when he was leaving the hospital.
AND, you may also remember the now infamous footage of him talking to his
doctor and receiving something called Androcromite.  A drug that the doctor
claimed to be experimental, and undetectable.

[Travers pauses and looks at the four men, who are all looking on intently.]

ERIC TRAVERS: Well, after the first test came up negative, like all the
tests that you guys have done did, I decided to pay a certain doctor a
visit.  And you know, it's amazing what a man will tell you when his career,
and also his well being are out on the line.  To make a long story short,
the good doctor provided me with a copy of the developmental file on
Androcromite.  And, after I gave that to the lab guys, they then knew
exactly what to look for!!  And they FOUND IT!!!

[The crowd has gone almost completely silent, still trying to grasp what
they are hearing.]

ERIC TRAVERS: In this envelope, are the files on Androcromite.  The files
that lay out, what it is, and what it does.  Also in this envelope is a copy
of the test results, that clearly show the presence of this drug in Shane St
Clair's system!!

VP THOMPSON: Can I see that?

[Travers hands Thompson the envelope, which he opens.  Thompson pulls out
some paper work, and starts looking through it.  As he finishes a page, he
hands it to President Jurkschat, who reads it before passing it to McMannis,
who then passes it to Bell.  There is an awkward silence in the arena as the
four men read the documentation.  Thompson finsishes first, and looks at
Travers, then at Jurkschat.  Thompson's face, as well as Jurkschat's looks
serious.  The two converse, and are joined by McMannis and Bell soon after.
Travers stands, waiting patiently for them to finish speaking.]

Jim Robson: I don't believe this.

Jack Anderson: Why?  You yourself have said before that St. Clair is on
something.  Why is this a surprise?

Jim Robson: That's not the surprise.  I've never seen a wrestling
championship fought over in this manner before.

[The four men continue to speak to each other, trying to figure out what
they want to do.  Finally Thompson turns back to Travers.]

VP THOMPSON: Eric, what is it that you expect us to do?

ERIC TRAVERS: WHAT DO I EXPECT YOU TO DO!?!?!?  I expect you to reverse the
god damn decision, and fire his ass from the IWF/WOW FOR GOOD!!!

[The crowd finally make some noise, buit the reaction is mixed.  Thompson
looks at Jurkschat who asks for the microphone.]

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: I can't do that Travers...  One, because there is no
set policy for dealing with these matters, and two because, despite your
evidence, we need to look into this much further...

ERIC TRAVERS: FURTHER!?!?  How much more do you need?  Is this the man you
want representing the IWF/WOW?  Is this the man you want the kids to look up
to?  You're going to do NOTHING?  What kind of message is that sending to
our fans?  "Oh, it's okay to take drugs and stuff to get to the top.  Do
whatever you have to".  That's a load of crap Jurkschat!!  We both know
that's not the right thing to do, and we both know you're doing nothing
because YOU'RE SCARED TO!!!  This is a pretty tense little situation I've
out you in isn't it?  I'm making you address something you'd just as soon
rather not address.  Well now is the time to address it Jurkschat!  Now is
the time to show the people who work for you, and the people who pay to see
us in the ring, what kind of a man you are.  Are you content to make your
money, no matter what the moral situation is?  Or are you ready to do the
right thing and punish Shane St. Clair for breaking the rules!?

[Jurkschat looks at Travers, and then turns back to his Vice presidents and
Commissioner.  As they all talk, Thompson and McMannis seem to get a little
more animated than the other two, though we can't make out what it is they
are saying.]

Jack Anderson: They have to reverse the decision, I don't see any other way
of handling this.

Jim Robson: You might be right Jack. For once you might be right.

[The four men continue to talk as the crowd murmer, waiting for the decision
to be made.  Finally Jurkschat turns around.]

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: Travers, we can't do what you want us to do, right
here, right now.

[There is another LOUD mixed reaction from the crowd, and Travers looks
exremely angered.]

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: We need to verify these results, and exactly what
they mean as far as this Androcromite is concerned...

[Travers is pacing like a caged animal]

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: However...

[Travers stops pacing and turns towards Jurkschat.]

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: However, in light of what you have shown us, and
what we [motions to the three men behind him] have discussed, we are going
to give you "a bone" as some may say.

Jim Robson: What on Earth could that possibly be?

ERIC TRAVERS: And what might THAT be?

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: You will get your rematch...  Right here tonight
at EGOS & ICONS: Independance Day Rumble!

[There is a LOUD pop from the crowd.  Travers looks at Jurkschat, and a
small smile starts to show on his face, but he quickly puts an end to it and
speaks again.]

ERIC TRAVERS: I'll take the rematch tonight Jurkschat, but don't think that
if I do, you're all off the hook in regards to dealing with that information
I just provided you with.  Shane St. Clair will fall tonight, as the
shortest reigning World Champion of all time, but he sure as hell better be
out the door soon after!!

[Travers then throws down the microphone and exits the ring as "Epic" by
Faith No More blasts through the sound system.  The four men in the ring,
begin talking again, as they too begin to leave the ring. and walk to the back.]

Jim Robson: Wow!! What a turn of events.

Jack Anderson: Eric Travers gets his rematch tonight! Alright!! 

Jim Robson: This is going to be interesting.

Jack Anderson: That's right, because tonight Travers will set two records.
He'll be the first IWF/WOW superstar to win the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Championship _three_ times, and he'll make Shane St. Clair the shortest
reigning champion ever!

Jim Robson: Should be good.

Jack Anderson: You're damn right!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


[A hush settles over the crowd as the arena lights dim slightly, then
abruptly ends a few seconds later when the first few chords of "Seasons In
The Abyss" by Slayer ring throughout the arena, sending the audience to
their feet as the crowd responds heavily, although they are mixed between
the cheers from the diehard Thranton marks and the boos from those who
dislike his current associates and attitude. The jumbo-tron screen lights
up, displaying a simple black background over which 'The Equalizer Jeremy
Thranton' is displayed in dark crimson lettering. The letters pulsate
slightly until the screen fuzzes over with intentional static at the same
time the song kicks back on, full force.]
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| ____( _ ) |_ _|-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|  _| / _ \/\| |               TRIPLE THREAT GRUDGE MATCH
| |__| (_>  <| |     Jeremy Thranton vs the Prophet vs Desert Scorpion
|_____\___/\/___|=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-
------------------------> WRITER: Ameet Nagpal <------------------------
   
FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Los Angeles, California standing 6
feet 8 inches and weighing 325 pounds, he is a former World and North
American champion as well as an IWF/WoW Hall of Fame inductee....ladies
and gentlemen, here is...
   
"THE EQUALIZER" JEREMY THRANTON!!
   
[After a few seconds of blaring music, Thranton casually steps through the
curtain, wearing an altogether unconcerned look on his face, although it
still betrays a sense of menace as well as a slight smirk. He pauses for a
minute and then rotates his head in a circular motion, cracking his neck
and then begins moving forward at a medium pace, his eyes seemingly set at a
spot over the horizon.]
 
Jim Robson: Folks, this is gonna be a great match... three legends of the 
I/W are going to get into the ring and go toe-to-toe.

Jack Anderson: Robson, I think it's pretty obvious... this guy is a loose
cannon, and he can't be trusted by anyone.  The guy has broken up the 
Franchise Players, started shit with the Prophet, and gotten in problems
with the Desert Scorpion, all since the lay pay per view.

[Thranton is a large, muscular/bulky, well-built man, although he does not 
have a bodybuilder's physique. His ancestry is part African-American and
part Irish, which gives him a somewhat unique color of skin, but his features
are that of a black man. All visible skin, but especially his face, is dotted
with deep scars from past conflicts, including a prominent burn on his left
cheek. In contrast to his previous long main of black hair, his head is now
cleanly shaved, and he sports a goatee. He wears a plain black sleeveless
T-shirt underneath a black leather jacket, of which the back is adorned with
the 
symbol of barbed wire wrapped around a bleeding arm. This symbol is also 
present hanging around his neck, attached to a white necklace. He also
wears black fingerless gloves, a pair of worn denim blue jeans and black Doc 
Martens.]

Jack Anderson: You know, denim used to be pretty bad-ass when I was using
snap bracelets.
  
[Thranton continues to walk down to the ring at a casual pace, seemingly
apathetic to the reactions of the crowd or anything else going on around
him.  He removes his leather jacket and necklace as he reaches the ring,
handing them to a ring attendant, and then climbs into the ring, stepping
over the top rope. He then acknowledges the crowd with a mere nod of the
head, then leans back into the turnbuckle. He throws his hair out of his
eyes again as he waits for either the arrival of his opponent or the
beginning of the match as his music dies out.]

Jim Robson: I am convinced that this is going be a sleeper match on this
show... quite frankly, not many people are looking at this one as "match
of the night," but that's only because it hasn't built up recently... this
will be a _great_ match, Jack.

Jack Anderson: Only if Thranton is maimed.

[The lights in the arena dim.]

FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Phoenix, Arizona, standing 6 feet
3 inches and weighing 237 pounds, here is...

THE DESERT SCORPION!!!

#Don't fear your last step#
#From the theatre of pain#
#And the children will love your singing#
#From the sea, the sea is calling#

["Theatre of Pain" by Blind Guardian begins to play on the loudspeakers,
as The Desert Scorpion begins his walk to ringside at a steady pace. For the 
most part, there is a pop from the crowd, although the arena doesn't explode
with cheers that shake the rafters. The Scorpion's shoulder-length,
sandy-brown hair hair hangs loose, and he is wearing a pair of tan,
loose-fitting leggings and a dark brown vest, and his expression is
typically emotionless. As he enters the ring, he removes his vest, revealing
his well-tanned body. He gives a curt nod of acknowledgement and a
sardonicsmile to the crowd, and returns his steely gaze to the ring.]

Jim Robson: You know, Jack, when the Scorpion made his return, he was
almost immediately attacked by the Franchise Players... and since Thranton was
one  of them, I'm sure that there's no love lost between them.

Jack Anderson: Scorp and the Prophet are going to tear Thranton to
shreads, mark my words.

[The Scorpion walks into the ring.  He stands across the ring from
Thraton, eyeing him up.]

Jack: Things are going to get violent, quickly.

[Suddenly, The Alleluia Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" plays over the arena
PA. The crowd EXPLODES in a massive volley of boos and jeers as the arena
lights go out and a series of multicoloured crosses appear on the
entranceway ramp. The music reaches a crescendo when a white-hot spotlight
hits the entranceway and the Prophet appears, with the Choir-Master at his
side. His blonde hair is worn down, past his shoulders and he wears a
brightly coloured robe with "Prophet" written across the back in
rhinestones. The Prophet has his classic grin on his face as he makes his
way to the ring, trying to glad-hand with the fans, but the fans will have
none of it. As he reaches the ring, The Choir-Master holds the ropes open
for the Prophet. The Prophet climbs on the second turnbuckle and raises his
arms, holding them out and fully acknowledging the boos and catcalls from
the hostile crowd. He makes his way to the opposite corner and repeats the
pose, to more boos and flash photography. He climbs down and removes his
robe, to reveal a pair of long tights, their colour matching the robe he
just removed, with "Prophet" written across the back and the legs and boots
both sport crosses in black. His physique is well toned, not overly muscular
but there is almost no body fat. The Prophet is a high-flyer but has a good
technical background.]

FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from The Bible Belt, standing 6 feet
and 3 inches and weighing 240 pounds, here is... 

THE PROPHET!!!

[Heel pop!]

Jack Anderson: Here comes the only man that could ever reach me.

Jim Robson: Huh?

Jack Anderson: The song?  The only man that could ever reach me... et 
cetera.

Jim Robson: Huh?

Jack Anderson: Forget it.

[The Prophet smiles as the crowd continues jeering at him.  The lights
return to normal in the arena, and the music cuts down.  The referee calls for
the bell, and this match is underway.]

DING! DING! DING!

Jack Anderson: This match is underway, as the Scorpion and the Prophet
both blindside Thranton!

[Prophet and Scorpion both begin swinging rights and lefts at Thranton...
they set him up for an Irish whip, and come at him with a double dropkick!]

Jim Robson: The Scorpion and Prophet, for all their hatred of each other,
are working well together here!

Jack Anderson: Prophet lifts up Thranton... _high_ kneelift takes down the
Equalizer!

Jim Robson: Desert Scorpion off the ropes... he drops a legdrop across the 
throat!

[Scorpion rolls on top of Thranton, but Prophet pulls him off.  The two
heels (at least for this match) get in a shoving fight, and finally the
Scorpion 
rears back and decks Prophet right in the side of head!  The Prophet hits
the ground to a huge pop!]

Jack Anderson: What is the matter with these people?!  The Prophet is just 
trying to convert you to the proper ways of society, and they're cheering
his pain!

Jim Robson: Maybe it's because he's a complete hypocrite, Jack!

[The Prophet is back up on his feet, and he gets a knee to the gut from
the Desert Scorpion, followed by an Irish whip... the Scorpion hurls the
Messiah over his shoulder with a Japanese armdrag, and the Prophet lands
right on top of Thranton with a Senton bomb-like fall!  The Scorpion is
quick to 
jump on top of the pile as if he were gay and the pile of men was a pile
of NAKED men, and the referee counts... 

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2... 

but both men kick out and send Scorpion flying between the bottom and 
middle ropes and to the outside!]

Jim Robson: The Desert Scorpion flies to the outside! 

Jack Anderson: Thranton and the Prophet are back up, but they might've put
the Scorpion out of this match!

Jim Robson: Prophet with a stiff right hand to Thranton!  Thranton
responds with a left of his own!  The Equalizer with a boot to the
stomach... DDT!

[Pop!]

Jack Anderson: Thranton is going for the pin!

1...


2...


Prophet gets a shoulder up!

[Big pop!]

Jim Robson: This match almost got put away early!  The Scorpion's back in 
the ring, and he runs at Thranton... tilt-a-whirl slam by Jeremy!  DS goes
down!  Thranton goes for the cover!

1...


2...


Prophet breaks the cover!

[The Prophet, now the only man in full composure, goes to the outside and
climbs the turnbuckles.]

Jim Robson: The Prophet is about to take flight, Jack!

Jack Anderson: What a two day pay per view this has been, and it's about
to move on, because this match is about to end!

[The Prophet flies through the air drops a _vicious_ elbowdrop right in 
the heart of the Desert Scorpion!  He gets up to his feet, but is met by
a lariat by Thranton!  Thranton hoists Prophet up and hoists him for a
suplex... and falls into a floatover slam!  He hooks the leg...

1...


2...


But DS breaks the pin with a double axehandle!  Scorp makes an effort to
get back to his feet, and manages to rake Thranton's eyes on his way up.
He whips Thranton across the ring, and hops onto the middle rope, flying
off and landing a big rope-spring back elbowsmash right in Thranton's
nose!  As Thranton gets to his feet, it is apparent that his nose is 
bleeding, possibly broken, from the impact!]

Jack Anderson: Now _this_ is entertainment! 

Jim Robson: Jeremy Thranton may have a broken nose, and the Desert
Scorpion is right back on him!  Fists of fury to the nose of Thranton
by the man from Phoenix!  Scorpion with an Irish whip, leap frog by
Thranton, but --

[Pop!]

Jack Anderson: -- The Prophet was there and he drilled Thranton with a
dropkick!  Scorpion clotheslines the Prophet over the top-rope and to
the floor!  Scorpion covers Thranton!

1...


2...


the Equalizer kicks out!

[The Scorpion puts the Equalizer in a headlock, apparently trying to
wear down the larger Thranton.  The Prophet is on the cement,
holding onto his right knee gingerly.]

Jack Anderson: It looks like the Prophet hurt his knee, Jim... the
folks back in the Bible Belt have to be worried!

Jim Robson: In the ring, Scorp is wearing down Thranton with that
rear chinlock, he's really trying to cut off the former World Champ's
oxygen supply... all of these men are former I/W Champions, and this
match is delivering on the accolades of these three!

Jack Anderson: It seems like the Prophet might be done, though, Jim!

Jim Robson: Don't forget, later tonight, the Independence Day Rumble,
right here on pay per view!  You don't want to miss that, or this 
match, fans!

[Thranton is using the audience's momentum to get back up... he reaches
his feet, and delivers an elbow to the gut!  Another one, and the hold 
is broken!  He runs across the ring towards the ropes --

[[[  WWWHHHAAAMMM!!!  ]]]

-- but the Prophet nails him right in the back with a chair!  _HUGE_
heel pop!]

Jack Anderson: The referee didn't see that!  Ha!  Great strategy by
the Prophet!  

Jim Robson: He should be disqualified!

[Thranton goes down, and the Scorpion capitalizes by putting him in
his infamous Scorpion Deathlock!]

Jack Anderson: Scorpion Deathlock!  Deathlock!  Thranton is going to
have to tap!

Jim Robson: The Prophet is in the ring!  He's on the top-rope!

[The Prophet _flies_ and nails the Scorpion right in the kisser with a
missle dropkick!  Scorpion breaks the hold but manages to stay up...
the Prophet comes behind him and _nails_ him with a German suplex!  He
brings him back up and hits a second one!  He brings him up a third 
time and... _drives_ him into the canvas with a third German suplex!]

Jim Robson: The Holy Trinity!  The Holy Trinity!  The Prophet makes 
the cover!

1...


2...


The Scorpion _barely_ gets his shoulder up!

Jack Anderson: That was three!  I saw the ref's hand go down!

Jim Robson: He's holding two fingers in the air!  What a match!

[The Prophet brings the Scorpion up, frustrated, and places him on the
top-rope, possibly attempting to hit him with the Saving Grace, his 
finishing maneuver superplex.  Thranton is up on his feet, and he comes
from behind the Prophet, brings him up in the air, and _drives_ him into
the canvas with California Love!  POP!  He sits into the cover...

1...


2...


But the Scorpion flies from the top-rope, flips _over_ Thranton and nails
him with a blockbuster maneuver, meanwhile landing with a vertical splash
right onto the Prophet's chest!  Thranton rolls out of the cover, and
the Scorpion reaches behind him and hooks both of Prophet's legs for the
pin!

1...


2...


The Prophet rolls him back into a sunset flip-like pinning combination!

1...


2...


But the Scorpion flips out of it and rolls up the Prophet with a rollup!

1...


2...

The Prophet turns Scorp over into a schoolboy!

1...


2...

Thranton lifts the Prophet off of Scorp with a full nelson, and _drives_
him right into the canvas with a full nelson slam!  Thranton collapses,
and all three men lie on the canvas.  Pop!]

Crowd: EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE
DUBBA! EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA! 

Jim Robson: What an exchange, Anderson!  These three men are spent!  This 
hasn't been a long match, but these guys are putting their one-hundred
percent into it!

Jack Anderson: Even _I_ am impressed thus far, Jim!  The I/W stars are
really putting on a show at EGOS & ICONS!

Jim Robson: All three men are stirring... and they're on opposite ends of
the ring!  They're all using the ropes to their advantage... it looks like the
Scorpion is up!  Scorp is up first, and he charges at Thranton, but
Thranton with a big back body drop that sends Scorp onto the floor!

[Pop!]

Jack Anderson: The Desert Scorpion just got dumped like a pile of garbage!  

[The Prophet gets to his feet, and backs right into Thranton.  Thranton
lifts him for a reverse suplex and drops him with a reverse DDT!]

Jim Robson: The Turf War!  The Turf War!  This is all over!

1...


2...


Prophet kicks out!  Pop!

Jack Anderson: The Prophet is a _machine_!  He cannot be held down, Jim!

Jim Robson:  Thranton was _inches_ from victory right there!  Thranton is
lifting up the Prophet, and the Prophet is out on his feet.  Thranton
grabs him by the skull in a clawhold! 

Jack Anderson: The powerful Thranton lifts up the Prophet... and _drives_
him down with a slam!  He calls that the L.A. Rage, Robson... and that's his
setup move for the Downward Spiral!

Jim Robson: Thranton is about to finish off the Prophet, Jack!  He's
lifting him up, and he's got him set up!

[Thranton has the Prophet set up in a powerbomb/piledriver position... but
the Scorpion enters the ring and hits a double axehandle on Thranton, who 
releases the move.  DS goes behind the much larger Equalizer, and with all
of his energy, hoists him up and drops him with a Northern lights suplex!
Big pop for the effort!]

Jack Anderson: Wow!  I am impressed!  The Desert Scorpion just dropped
Jeremy Thranton like a bad habit!

Jim Robson: The Scorpion is having difficulties getting up to his feet...
he's up, but he's groggy... the Prophet!  The Prophet catches him, reverse
atomic drop!  Clothesline!  Down goes Scorp!

[The Prophet picks up Jeremy Thranton and carries him to the corner.  He
rears back and deliver a brutal knife-edge chop!]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[Prophet hoists Thranton up and places him up on the top turnbuckle.  He
looks into the crowd and makes the sign of the cross, signalling the end.]

Jack Anderson: This is it, Robson!  The Prophet is about to nail him with
the Saving Grace!  This match is over and done with!

Jim Robson: Wait, Jack!  The Desert Scorpion is back up!  He pulls Prophet
off of the top-rope, and the Prophet lands face-first into the turnbuckle!
The Scorpion is tearing into the Prophet with rights and lefts!  He whips the 
Prophet across the ring... _crescent kick_!  The Scorpion just layed him
out!

Jack Anderson: That was a _great_ crescent kick that took the Prophet out
of his boots!

[The Scorpion, rather than covering, makes his way over to the corner,
where Thranton is still perched.  He climbs the turnbuckles, but Thranton stands
up. The two men begin exchanging blows, precariously standing atop the ropes.]

Jim Robson: This is dangerous!  These two men are standing on the top 
turnbuckle, duking it out!  Thranton with a hard right European uppercut
to the jaw of Scorpion!  Scorpion retaliates with a stiff forearm to the
cheek!

Jack Anderson: One or both of those men are going to get seriously hurt,
Jim!

Jim Robson: Wait a minute... the Prophet is up!  The Prophet is on his
feet, and he charges the corner!  

[Pop!  The Prophet shoves the Desert Scorpion, who bumps into Thranton,
who falls from his standing position on the top-rope all the way down to the
cement floor with a sickening thud!]

Crowd: EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE
DUBBA! EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA!  EYE DUBBA! 

Jack Anderson: Jesus Christ!

Jim Robson: Jeremy Thranton just ate it!  He just fell from the top rope
and down onto the cement!  He is _not_ moving!!!

[Meanwhile, the Desert Scorpion managed to catch his balance, but drop
right across the top turnbuckle, with his back facing the ring.  The Prophet
climbs the ropes and picks up the Scorpion, turning him around so that he is
facing the ring... he locks him up and _flies_ with a top-rope superplex!]

Jim Robson: Saving Grace!  He nailed the Desert Scorpion with his
finisher!

Jack Anderson: He rolls over into the pin!

1...


2...


3!!!

[DING, DING, DING]

Jim Robson: It's over!  This match is over!

[Pop!  The Alleluia Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" plays again over the
PA.]

FRANCINE: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest is...

THE PROPHET!!!

[The crowd is applauding the show, as all three men lay, exhausted. Thranton
has yet to move on the inside of the ring, the Prophet is stirring, but
barely, on the canvas, and you may as well draw a chalk outline around
Desert Scorpion, because he won't be moving any time soon.]

Jim Robson: What a fantastic match, Jack!

Jack Anderson: These guys really put it all on the line, and this was a
match that I'll never forget!  

Jim Robson: Why is that, Jack?

Jack Anderson: Three letters, one word.  R, I, P, Thranton.

Jim Robson: You're sick, Jack.  

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


Jim Robson: Up next we have a 3 way dance for the IWF/WOW World Tag Team 
Titles, as ruled after the results of yesterday's draw between The Ewiak 
Brothers and The Boston Bad Boys.  I personally can't wait.

Jack Anderson: At New Era we both predicted that this match was going to be 
insane, but I'm gonna put my money on Adam Van Steele and K.J. Sloan to 
retain the titles.  These guys have brought a lot of respect back to the Tag 
Team titles...

Jim Robson: But Jack, tonight Van Steele and Sloan have a significant 
disadvantage.  They don't even have to be pinned to lose the titles.  

Jack Anderson: But they're one of the best tag teams the I/W has ever seen.  
They'll think of a way to handle it.
 _____ ___   ___
| ____( _ ) |_ _|-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|  _| / _ \/\| |           IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH
| |__| (_>  <| |    Sloan/Van Steele vs the Ewiak Brothers vs Team 3B
|_____\___/\/___|=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-
------------------------> WRITER: Matt Jacobs <-------------------------

["What If" by Creed begins to play over the loudspeakers.  The crowd gives a
face pop.]

FRANCINE:  About to enter the ring, from Palm Bay, Florida ... weighing in 
at a combined weight of 525 pounds, here are ...

"T H E   A V E N G E R"   J E S S E   E W I A K!!!


F R A N K   E W I A K!!!


... T H E   E W I A K   B R O T H E R S!!!!!

[Jesse and Frank Ewiak enter, staring at the ring.  Jesse does not even 
notice the fans, as he comes out, clad in his leather jacket and black jeans. 
As he slides in the ring and takes off his jacket, we see his 'V' tattoo on 
his back.  Frank absently-mindenly slaps hands as his eyes are fixed on the 
ring.  He wears a pair of baggy shorts and an open white button-up shirt to 
the ring.]

Jack Anderson: You know what they say about those Floridians.  If they don't 
even know how to punch a ballot card during an election, what makes you think 
they could be IWF/WOW World Champions?

Jim Robson: Well, they are a hot tag team in the I/W, and though they quarrel 
as brothers do, they demonstrate teamwork and individual endurance every time 
they wrestle.  They could be the ones to take home the straps tonight at Egos 
& Icons: Independence Day Rumble.

["Another One Bites The Dust" by QUEEN is played over the PA system and the
crowd cheers wildly!]

FRANCINE:  About to enter the ring, standing 6 foot 6 inches and weighing 285 
lbs., from Boston, Massachusetts- he's led to the ring by his manager, Kelly 
James...here is The Man With The Plan....

C O O P E R  C O N C R E T E!!!!!!!

[The sensuous Kelly James makes her way through the curtains, and is followed 
by the Man With The Plan, Cooper Concrete...The crowd erupts as the IWFWOW 
Superstar slaps hands with the fans as the duo make their way down the aisle. 
On the JumboTron are snippets of Coop's IWFWOW career facing other Superstars 
such as AJ Stanson, Professor Steve West, the AoD, Eric Travers, Pain Inc, 
and Modern Apocalypse. In the ring, spotlights of COOP 3:B shine down on the 
mat. Cooper is wearing bluejeans, workboots, workgloves, a black "COOP 3:B" 
T-shirt, and his insignia orange hardhat and shades. As Cooper gets up on the 
apron, he holds the ropes open for Kelly James, and the twosome flash the 3:B 
signal to the fans...(3 fingers raised in the air) and the fans respond in a 
big way. Kelly then blows a kiss to the crowd and the Man With The Plan 
focuses on the match.]

Jack Anderson: Just last Saturday on Trash Talk, Kelly James drove off in a 
limousine and left both Cooper Concrete and Richard James by themselves to 
bicker like little babies.  Even though they made it to a Tag Team title shot 
tonight, you gotta wonder if that tension still exists.

["Some Heads Are Gonna Roll" by Judas Priest begins to play over the 
loudspeakers.  The crowd begins to cheer wildly!]

FRANCINE: And his partner, from Boston, Massachusetts, USA standing 6 feet 8 
inches and weighing 277 pounds, here is... 

"T H E  H E A D H U N T E R"  R I C H A R D  J A M E S!!!!!

[As Richard James emerges from the curtains, pyrotechnics fill the walkway, 
as his theme music blares.  The man formerly known as Big Dick sports a 
purple mohawk, and wears no shirt, which accentuates his muscular 
upper-torso. He has a tattoo of a fiery skull on his left shoulder. He wears 
black tights and black boots. He acknowledges the IWFWOW fans with a flash of 
the 3:B signal as he makes his way to ringside.  The Headhunter enters the 
ring and focuses on the match.]

Jim Robson: I agree with you there, Jack.  Something must have happened 
between New Era and right now, because they're entering separately and not 
making much communication between each other.  Hopefully these men have been 
able to put aside their differences for the task at hand, and be able to work 
as a team in order to secure those IWF/WOW Tag Team Titles.

["I'm Gonna be your God" by Slayer begins to ring out over the sold out 
arena.  The IWF/WOW fans look towards the entrance for the duo that has taken 
the fed by storm..  needless to say they don't really like them with the 
response.]

FRANCINE:  And introducing at this time your IWF/WOW Tag Team Champions of 
the World!  Here is the team of...

A D A M  V A N  S T E E L E!!!

and...

K J  S L O A N!!!!

[The duo makes their way through the Entrance way.  The boos come from the 
crowd as the duo come out wearing their tag team title belts.  Van Steele has 
his title belt around his waist, while his partner Sloan has the title slung 
over his shoulder.  However, this time they are being followed by a group of 
IWF/WOW security guards.. about eight in total, who follow the two down 
towards the ring.

Sloan is decked out in long tights.  His trunks are solid black except a gold 
stripe running down the inside and outside of each leg and the "K.J." 
airbrushed across his rear in gold.  His boots are black with a gold stripe 
running down the center of the boot where the laces cross.  He also sports 
black wrist tape and a black elbow supporter on his right elbow only.  Adam 
is wearing long black tights, on both legs there are dark blue stylish 
looking "AVS"'s written down.. it almost looks like a web pattern in which 
they are written.  His boots are black and the same blue color that is on his 
legs.

The two take their time getting into the ring.  Steele gets up on the outside 
of the turnbuckle and holds his fist high into the air as his partner climbs 
into the ring completely focused.  Their music dies down as they talk over 
some last minute strategy.  Most of the security guards stay towards the 
entrance ramp, but some flank the guardrailing around the ring.]

Jim Robson: Look at this, Jack.  Sloan and Van Steele are accompanied to the 
ring by security guards!  

Jack Anderson: Hey, that's what I call playing it smart.  Should there be any 
unnecessary behavior on the part of The Ewiaks or The Boston Bad Boys, the 
guards will intervene to make sure the match proceeds fairly.

Jim Robson: I hardly think that's what they're for.  I've heard nothing of 
this nature sanctioned by either of the co-Presidents, or Vice-president Wade 
Thompson, or even Commissioner McMannis.

Jack Anderson: McMannis would never allow something like this, he's too 
stupid.

Jim Robson: That was _great_ justification, Jack.  

[Referee Geoff Cartwright holds the Tag Team titles in the air, signifying 
that they are on the line.]

DING DING DING!!

Jim Robson: Adam Van Steele and Frank Ewiak will be starting off.  They're 
circling the ring right now, and they tie up...Frank Ewiak gains the 
advantage and wraps Van Steele into a headlock...Van Steele picks up Ewiak!  
And he drops him right on his back!  Van Steele pops right back up and grabs 
Ewiak by the leg...and he drops an elbow right on the inside of Frank Ewiak's 
leg!  

Jack Anderson: That took a lot out of Frank Ewiak...I don't think there's 
gonna be any little Ewiaks running around anymore.

Jim Robson: Van Steele picks up Ewiak and grabs him by the head...SNAP 
SUPLEX!!  The swiftness of the move makes you slightly dizzy afterwards.  Van 
Steele goes to tag his partner Kevin Sloan...my goodness, this is quite a 
mismatch here.  Sloan is half a foot taller than Frank Ewiak!  He needs to 
tag in his brother...but Kevin Sloan grabs him by the arm...SHORT ARM 
CLOTHESLINE ON FRANK EWIAK!  He took his head off with that, and he's going 
for an early cover!!

1.....................








2...................









Frank Ewiak kicks out at 2!!

Jack Anderson: He kinda squirmed out from underneath.

Jim Robson: And now he's scrambling over to the Boston Bad Boys corner.  He 
tags in "Headhunter" Richard James!!  James steps through the ropes and he 
charges right after Kevin Sloan!  CLOTHESLINE ON KEVIN SLOAN!!

[Crowd Pops.]

Jack Anderson: My God, people are cheering for Big Dick!

Jim Robson: Headhunter picks up Sloan...FALL AWAY FACE SLAM!!  At 6'8 and 277 
pounds the Headhunter Richard James is hungry for some tag team gold...and 
Kevin Sloan goes to tag Jesse Ewiak!  Jesse Ewiak enters the ring to a huge 
ovation, but he's looking at Richard James as Kevin Sloan exits the 
ring....what's going on here?

Jack Anderson: I think they're fixated on each other.  They probably watch 
Queer As Folk together or something.

Jim Robson: Jack!  

Jack Anderson: Just speculating.

Jim Robson: Richard James gives Jesse Ewiak a nod...and Jesse Ewiak 
underhooks the arm of Sloan and hiptosses him into the ring!!  My God, 
Richard James and Jesse Ewiak are stomping away on Kevin Sloan, and the crowd 
is absolutely loving every second of it!!

Jack Anderson: Do your job, Cartwright!  Get those idiots away from Sloan - 
he's not the legal man!!

Jim Robson: Referee Geoff Cartwright is pushing Jesse Ewiak and Richard James 
away, and Adam Van Steele hits the ring as the ref's back is turned!!  AX 
HANDLE TO THE BACK OF RICHARD JAMES!  Geoff Cartwright turns around and 
orders Van Steele back to the ring apron, and meanwhile Ewiak and James 
doublewhip Sloan into the ropes...DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE ON KEVIN SLOAN!!  

Jack Anderson: What the hell?  Why are they working together?  You're 
supposed to _beat up_ your opponents in a 3 way dance, not work with 
them...idiots.

Jim Robson: Richard James goes for a cover...wait, Jesse Ewiak pulls 
Headhunter off and now _he_ goes for a cover!!  And James pulls Jesse Ewiak 
off of Sloan!!  Oh my, we have a shoving match going on here between Richard 
James and Jesse Ewiak!!

Jack Anderson: Heh, I knew that wasn't gonna last long.  And look, Adam Van 
Steele is going to the top turnbuckle...HE LEAPS AND HE PUTS BOTH MEN DOWN 
WITH A DOUBLE CROSS BODY BLOCK!!  This is how Adam Van Steele and K.J Sloan 
are gonna retain the titles tonight.  They will capitalize on the mistakes 
that both of the other teams make on each other, which they just did, Jim.

Jim Robson: This ephemeral teamwork between Jesse Ewiak and Richard James has 
turned into an all out war!!  They're rolling around all over the ring 
hammering each other with lefts and rights!  Jesse Ewiak now whips Richard 
James into the ropes...BOOT TO THE FACE!!  Ewiak bounces off the ropes, and 
he drops an elbow across the chest!!  He picks up James and sets him up in a 
full nelson...looks like he's going for a full nelson powerbomb...NO!  
Richard James brings the leg up right in the...area of Jesse Ewiak!!  Richard 
James bounces off the ropes...RUNNING BULLDOG ON JESSE EWIAK!!  

Jack Anderson: That makes _two_ childless Ewiaks.  Cooper Concrete wants to 
tag in...and Richard James is just staring at him, he's not tagging in his 
tag team partner.  Look at Kelly James, she's throwing her hands up the air!  
HA!!  I knew this team was gonna fizzle sooner or later.

Jim Robson: Meanwhile Jesse Ewiak went to tag in Adam Van Steele...And Van 
Steele stomps Richard James in the back of leg!!  James is down on one knee, 
and he goes for a sleeperhold on Richard James!  Richard James is flailing 
his arms in the air, but Van Steele has that sleeperhold locked on tight. 

Jack Anderson: I think we're seeing the degeneration of the Boston Bad Boys 
here tonight, Jim.  Not just because these guys are pissed at each other, but 
they're letting their animosity distract them from the action in the ring...

Jim Robson: Good point Jack.

Jack Anderson: And watching that Queer As Folk turned Richard James into a 
sissy.

Jim Robson: (sigh).  Referee Geoff Cartwright raises the hand of James 
once...and it falls!  One more time...It's falls again!!  Cartwright raises 
the hand one final time...WAIT, FRANK EWIAK STORMS INTO THE RING AND KNOCKS 
OVER VAN STEELE!!  Smart move by the Ewiak brothers.  That interference broke 
the sleeperhold, and now Geoff Cartwright is ordering Ewiak back to the 
corner...And Van Steele tags in Kevin Sloan.  

Jack Anderson: Why do you keep calling him Kevin?  His name is billed as 
"K.J. Sloan."

Jim Robson: Sloan picks up James and takes him all the way to the 
turnbuckle...Oh my God, he's setting him up for a powerbomb from the top 
turnbuckle!!  He leaps...

[Silence in the air.]

Jim Robson: DEAD LIKE ELVIS BOMB!!  Sloan leaped half way across the ring, 
and Richard James ceases to move!!  Sloan goes for a cover, and Geoff 
Cartwright comes back from the Ewiak's corner for the count!

1......................








2.......................









Cartwright has stopped the count!!

Jack Anderson: He's saying that Van Steele was the legal man.  I thought they 
did away with that rule years ago.

Jim Robson: Not so, Jack.  Cartwright is ordering Sloan out of the ring as 
Van Steele comes back in and quickly covers Richard James!!

1....................








2...................









RICHARD JAMES KICKS OUT AT 2!!

Jack Anderson: That's horsecrap!  Why did that stupid ref even count the 
first time if Sloan wasn't the legal man?  He wasted all this time and James 
recuperated!

Jim Robson: Van Steele is obviously frustrated.  He picks up Richard James 
and drags him to the Ewiak's corner...hey look, Jesse Ewiak slapped Richard 
James over the ropes, and the ref is considering that a legal tag!!  Van 
Steele drops James and Jesse Ewiak picks up Van Steele like a rag doll!  MY 
GOD, CHOKESLAM!!  He took out Adam Van Steele just like that!  Richard James 
rolls to the outside of the ring, he's surely taken a beating tonight.

Jack Anderson: Kelly James is just sitting there with her arms crossed 
watching him get up and walk back to the B:3 corner on his own.  She wants 
out, Jim.

Jim Robson: It's really too soon to jump to conclusions, Jack.  Ewiak picks 
up Van Steele from that nasty chokeslam and he hurls him into the Boston Bad 
Boys corner...Ewiak charges Van Steele....Van Steele ducks!  JESSE EWIAK 
CHARGES RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!  

Jack Anderson: Van Steele tagged in Cooper Concrete as he ducked.  

Jim Robson: This is Cooper's first time in the ring tonight, and listen to 
his fans cheering for the former World Heavyweight Champion!

Jack Anderson: You're hearing aid must be broken, those are really boos and 
hisses.

Jim Robson: Then how come I just heard what you said?

Jack Anderson: I speak loud and I carry a big stick.

Jim Robson: That's not the expre...whatever.  Cooper picks up Jesse Ewiak, 
and Jesse Ewiak fights back with a right hand...so does Coop!  Ewiak swings 
one more time and Cooper ducks...he grabs him from behind...BELLY TO BACK 
SUPLEX ON JESSE EWIAK!!  And look, Cooper's not wasting any time...He's going 
for the Boston Back Breaker!  He's got the legs of Jesse Ewiak locked in, and 
Ewiak is refusing to submit!

Jack Anderson: He's obviously in a lot of pain though.  I can tell by the way 
he's screaming right in my face.  

Jim Robson: FRANK EWIAK COMES TO THE RESCUE!!  He dropkicks Cooper Concrete 
in the back of the head!  He drops the legs of Jesse Ewiak and the former 
World Champion is stumbling.  Geoff Cartwright attempts to send Frank Ewiak 
back to the apron, but now Adam Van Steele and Kevin Sloan and they double 
team Cooper Concrete!!  Geoff Cartwright has lost all control of this match!! 
 Adam Van Steele sends Cooper Concrete into Kevin Sloan...MY GOD, KEVIN SLOAN 
SCOOPS UP COOPER CONCRETE AND DROPS HIM WITH AN IRON CITY SPIKE!!  What a 
move; Cooper Concrete is motionless!  Now Adam Van Steele heads to the top 
turnbuckle...Looks like he's going for a frog splash on Cooper Concrete...

Jack Anderson: Look, there's Kelly James!  She climbs up on the ring apron 
and pushes Adam Van Steele...He flips in falls into the middle of the ring 
and lands right on his back!!

Jim Robson: He landed right by Jesse Ewiak who still hasn't moved after being 
released from the Boston Back Breaker.

Jack Anderson: Does this mean that Kelly James still cares about the tag team?

Jim Robson: We'll find out soon enough...One member of each team is knocked 
out in the middle of the ring, and now Kevin Sloan looks in the direction of 
Kelly James and he yells some colourful language at her...AND RICHARD JAMES 
APPROACHES SLOAN FROM BEHIND!!...THE HUMILIATOR ON KEVIN SLOAN!!  THE TAG 
TEAM CHAMPIONS ARE DOWN!!  

Jack Anderson: And here comes Frank Ewiak...he jumps on the back of Richard 
James and he punches him right in the head!  He looks like a gnat on the back 
of an elephant.

Jim Robson: Richard James is about to topple over, and Frank Ewiak is gonna 
fall with him if he's not careful.  

Jack Anderson: Cooper Concrete is slowly getting back to his feet...He's up 
and he's going to the top turnbuckle...He's gonna clothesline Frank Ewiak off 
of Richard James' shoulders!!  Cooper Concrete leaps...but Jesse Ewiak is up!

Jim Robson: And he grabs his brother off of James' shoulders as Coop is in 
midair...AND COOPER CLOTHESLINES HIS PARTNER RICHARD JAMES!!

Jack Anderson: If you thought B:3 wasn't going down the tubes before...

Jim Robson: Cooper Concrete is stunned, and he doesn't see Jesse Ewiak!!  
Ewiak spins Concrete around...

[He lifts Cooper by the throat...]





Jim Robson: EWIAKBOMB!!  JESSE COVERS COOPER!!

1............................









2.............................









VAN STEELE AND SLOAN ARE UP, AND THEY CHARGE TOWARD JESSE!!









3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[MASSIVE CROWD POP!]

Jim Robson: Frank Ewiak stalled them!!

DING DING DING!!!!

[Get ready for Jack Anderson's trademark scream...]

Jack Anderson: NO!!!!
.
FRANCINE:  The winner of this bout...





AND NEW IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!...





T H E   E W I A K   B R O T H E R S!!!!!

Jack Anderson: Van Steele and Sloan were THIS DAMN CLOSE to breaking up that 
pin!

Jim Robson: The worst part for them is that they didn't even have to be 
pinned to lose their titles.  That certainly justifies the anger they're 
displaying in the ring right now.  They're both going over to the security 
guards and yelling at them!

Jack Anderson: I'd yell at them too for not doing their job.  Kelly James 
stuck her plastic nose where it didn't belong, and they should have stopped 
her.

[Not obligated to hear the former tag team champs yelling at them, the 
security guards simply turn their backs on Van Steele and Sloan and they walk 
away.  Van Steele and Sloan follow them to the back.  Meanwhile, Cooper 
Concrete, Richard James, and Kelly James are engaged in a triangle stare 
outside the ring.]

Jack Anderson: Aww c'mon!  Somebody throw some punches!!  Cooper clotheslined 
his partner, someone punch HIM!

Jim Robson: I have a feeling each one of them blames another for losing 
tonight, but that's really not the case...Wait Jack, Cooper is just walking 
away!  And the James siblings are following slowly behind him.  I think he 
wants to clear his head of this tag match so he can concentrate on the 
Independence Day Rumble later this evening.  

Jack Anderson: Stop making excuses for people.  I'm not in the mood for that 
anymore Jim.  This has been a horrible week: Stupid McMannis is the North 
American Champion, stupid Billy Rock is the Intercontinental Champion, 
extremely stupid Razor Ron Jeremy beat Robert d'Artois, and stupid Shane St. 
Clair is the World Champion!...

[Referee Cartwright hands Jesse and Frank Ewiak a tag team title belt and 
they hoist them in the air for an enormous pop from the crowd.]

Jack Anderson:...Now the stupid Ewiaks are the Tag Team champions?!?!  WHY AM 
I STILL WORKING HERE!! Arg! At least Eric Travers gets a re-match later on
tonight!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


Jim Robson: Wow. What a night it's been. What a week it's been even.

Jack Anderson: Oh, shut up!! 

Jim Robson: Right now lets go backstage to Anthony Edwards, who is standing
by with one of the men who will be taking part in the Independence Day
Rumble in just a few short moments.

[The camera cuts to the backstage area.  Anthony Edwards is standing in
front of a blue backdrop, with "IWF/WOW" in red-lettering behind him.
Underneath the fed name is a large "E & I" logo, in black lettering.
Standing next to him is a man, with his naked back turned to the camera.
Edwards is wearing a suit, and it is not apparent what the other man is
wearing.  His head is heavily bandaged, and his back seems to be a bit
scarred.]

Anthony Edwards: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the IWF/WOW's North
American Champion, the IWF/WOW's own Aggressive Commissioner, "Suicidal"
Nate McMannis.  Nate, congratulations on your successful defense of the
North American Title three nights ago at the first day of this pay per
view.

[Edwards looks at Nate, and holds the microphone up, but Nate does not
flinch, nor turn to the camera.  Edwards seems confused, then drags the
mic back and speaks again.]

Anthony Edwards: Mr. McMannis, as we can see, your head is heavily
bandaged.  While you were holding Billy Rock's towel, you were attacked by
Matthew Reason, powerbombed on the cement, and then piledriven right onto
the same concrete floor.  How, may I ask, are you still _walking_ here at
EGOS & ICONS?

[He holds the microphone up again.  This time, Nate slowly, very slowly,
begins pivoting towards the camera.  He turns, and exposes his face.  Both
of his eyes are bloodshot, and his forehead seems to be extremely swollen.
The look in his eyes can only be described by one word: anger.]

Nate McMannis: Matthew Reason... Matthew... fucking... Reason.  Who the
_fuck_ do you think you are?  I mean, really... Matt... just _who_... the
_fuck_... do you think you are?  

[He reaches up and holds his head, wincing.]

Nate McMannis: I retained my title at the pay per view.  I managed to make
sure that my best friend, Billy Rock, won the Intercontinental Title.  But
I didn't walk out of the Corel Centre Sunday night, I was wheeled out of
there.  I was unconscious, and barely fucking breathing, when I was
strapped to a stretcher and taken to a God damned hospital... they did CAT
scans, they did MRI's, and they decided that I didn't have any brain
damage... but I did have a really fucking severe concussion, second
degree.  They said I shouldn't wrestle for the next four months.

[He turns his head to Anthony Edwards, who seems a bit taken aback by the
severity of tone that Nate has been speaking with.]

Nate McMannis: FOUR FUCKING MONTHS, EDWARDS!

[Edwards leaps backwards, almost falling over.  The audience laughs in the
United Center.]

Nate McMannis: Do you know how much time that is, Edwards?

[Edwards nods his head.]

Anthony Edwards: Yeah, I --

Nate McMannis: -- shut up!

[Pop!  He turns back to the camera.]

Nate McMannis: Reason, you don't even know the world of pain you've gotten
yourself into.  I _could_ take the doctor's advice, sit at home, collect
my worker's comp, and watch Billy Rock tear your head off and take a big,
steamy shit down your esophagus.  I _could_ stay away from the ring and
make the Commissionerly decisions that I've been making the last few
months, but not wrestle until I've got medical clearance.  I _could_...

[He grabs the microphone out of Edwards's hand.]

Nate McMannis: ... WRAP YOU AROUND MY FUCKING FOOT!  I think I'll take
option number three, you stupid fucker.  When you thought you were fucking
around with Billy Rock, what you wound up doing was dropping me on my God
damned head, Matt.  Your stupid sense of logic might have thought that you
were ruining Billy Rock's day, but all you did was piss off the
Commissioner of this place... Christ, Reason, I sign your matches!  Do you
realize the power that I have over you, you stupid _BITCH_?

[Pop!  Nate turns to Edwards and shoves him away.  Another big pop!  The
camera pans closer to Nate, now, since there's only one person to focus
on.]

Nate McMannis: So no, I won't be staying out of the ring for four
months... instead, I'll put some gauze around my skull and hope it doesn't
cave in while I'm kicking the shit out of nineteen other men.  Tonight, I
was signed to wrestle in the Independence Day Rumble, and by God, I _will_
compete.  I don't think that George Washington gave up when his horse
kicked him in the head during the Revolution... and I'll be damned if I'm
about to let him down on the day that he worked so hard for.

[Another big pop!]

Nate McMannis: Today, the birthday of my fucking country, I swear to God
that I will bleed, sweat, and hurt in the center of the ring, concussion
or no concussion, because I'll be _damned_ if these fans are going home
without seeing what they got on their programs.  Today, of all days, I
will _not_ be quitting!  The founders of this country didn't quit until
they won their freedom, and I will not quit tonight unless I achieve my
goals!

[He reaches up and holds his head again, wincing.  He shakes it off and
looks back into the camera.]

Nate McMannis: Number one, I am going to put my foot so far up Matthew
Reason's ass that people are gonna mistake him for the left leg of my
pants. 

[Pop!]

Nate McMannis: Number two, I will _win_... the Independence Day Rumble.  I
don't have my North American Title with me... and I don't have my gavel,
the gavel, I may add, that I used to drill a hole in the Idol's head...
because tonight isn't about me being the N.A. Champ, and it definitely
isn't about me being the I/W Commissioner.

[He coughs, turns away, and coughs a bit more.  The silence from the crowd
is telling of their concern for one of the I/W's most galiant fighters.]

Nate McMannis: It's about me proving that I deserve the moniker
"Suicidal."  They say that I shouldn't be wrestling tonight.  They say
that I should sit on my ass for _four_ months... but the day that I take
four months off is the day that you can put a bullet in my head, because I
will _fight_ until the day that I _die_.

[The crowd applauds.]

Nate McMannis: If that means that I have to go through my best friend,
Billy Rock, then so be it.  If that means that I have to go through the
man that I defeated three nights ago, the Idol, then so be it.  If it
means I gotta go through the man that I beat for my title, Carl Lumski,
then so be it.  If it means that I have to go through the guy that wants
to take my Commissionership away from me, the Prophet, then so be it.  If
it means that I have to go through the guy that tried to end my career,
Matthew Reason, then so fucking be it.  Twenty men are going into the
ring, and one man will walk out a winner.  _One_ man will walk out with a
shot at the IWF/WOW World Title.  _One_ man will walk out as the guy that
beat nineteen other guys... the guy that won the Independence Day
Rumble... the guy that will _be_ the toughest mother fucker in the I/W.

[The crowd begins an "EYE-DUB!" chant.  Nate waits for them to settle
down, and then continues.]

Nate McMannis: I don't think there's a question in anyone's mind that that
title... the toughest mother fucker here... belongs... to Nate McMannis.
I'm gonna prove it tonight, second degree concussion and all.  

[He squints, as if in pain.]

Nate McMannis: Tonight... the _entire_ IWF/WOW is gonna get _addressed_.

[He drops the microphone and walks off camera as the scene fades back to
ringside.]

Jim Robson: Ladies and Gentlemen, in just a few short moments the match you 
all have been waiting for will begin.

Jack Anderson: That's right Jim, by order of co-President Jurkschat. 
Twenty of the I/W's finest will step into the ring to find out who will be 
the next challenger for the World Heavyweight title. 

Jim Robson: That's right Jack, it has become a tradition here in the IWF/WOW 
the winner of this match goes on to face the champ whoever it may be for the 
most prestigious prize in the sport. There are no friends, and only foes. 
This should be interesting.

Jack Anderson: Any predictions Jim?

Jim Robson: I could go with the obvious choices Billy Rock, The Prophet, and 
Justin Arcola but something tells me that there might be a surprise tonight.

Jack Anderson: Well obviously, Jim! All three of the men you just named were 
involved in all out wars in the past couple of days. Could we see a new comer 
walk out to challenge the winner of Travers and St. Clair?  Jim lets face it, 
this is anyone's ball game.

Jim Robson: For once Jack, I have to completely agree with you. This one is 
up for grabs, and I am at the edge of my seat awaiting a surprise.

Jack Anderson: Well, enough banter. It appears that Francine is in the ring 
and she is about to announce the first two competitors in tonight's ID4 
RUMBLE!!!!!
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| ____( _ ) |_ _|-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|  _| / _ \/\| |              IWF/WOW INDEPDENCE DAY RUMBLE
| |__| (_>  <| |                twenty IWF/WOW superstars
|_____\___/\/___|=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-
--------------------------> WRITER: Chris J. <--------------------------
--------------------> With help from: Kendel Jones <--------------------

[...Cut to Francine who stands in the middle of the ring with mic in hand...]

FRANCINE: Ladies and Gentlemen, WELCOME TO THE ID4 Rumble!

[...Pyro flares up at the entrance and the crowd lets out a roar of 
applause...]

FRANCINE: Introducing the man who drew NUMBER ONE.......

PA: WHO'S YOUR IDOL?!?

[As "Let's Face it" by Mighty Mighty Bosstones continues to play, former
IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion, the Idol, walks out. He's wearing black
ring trunks, and has a serious look on his face. As he walks to the ring,
the fans in the arena boo him loudly.]

FRANCINE: From Charlotte, North Carolina, standing 6 feet, 1 inch tall and
weighing in at 235 pounds...

    THE IDOL!!!

[Idol walks down to the ring all-business. He hops up to the apron, casts a
glance back at the entranceway, and then walks over to the opposite corner
with the pole.]

Jack Anderson: IT'S IDOL!!! The former champ! Jim, if there is anyone in this 
federation that can run the gauntlet this evening it is the man that is 
standing in the ring right now. The man has a better resume then ninety-nine 
percent of this roster. I feel a thrilling performance upon us this evening.

Jim Robson: Don't get to excited Jack, the fact still remains he has drawn 
number one. The devils number. He does not get the luxury of fatigue. With 
this draw he has painted a bulls eye across his chest. 

Jack Anderson: BUT JIM!!! He's the Idol....

Jim Robson: *sigh* Well, he has been number one before, and almost won it.
Now it appears that Idol is in the ring and ready for whoever the unlucky
person to draw number two is.

FRANCINE: AND HIS OPPONENT...THE MAN WHO DREW NUMBER TWO!!!

[Suddenly, The Alleluia Chorus from Handel's "Messiah" plays over the arena
PA. The crowd EXPLODES in a massive volley of boos and jeers as the arena
lights go out and a series of multicolored crosses appear on the
entranceway ramp. The music reaches a crescendo when a white-hot spotlight
hits the entranceway and the Prophet appears, with the Choir-Master at his
side. His blonde hair is worn down, past his shoulders and he wears a
brightly colored robe with "Prophet" written across the back in
rhinestones. The Prophet has his classic grin on his face as he makes his
way to the ring, trying to glad-hand with the fans, but the fans will have
none of it. As he reaches the ring, The Choir-Master holds the ropes open
for the Prophet. The Prophet climbs on the second turnbuckle and raises his
arms, holding them out and fully acknowledging the boos and catcalls from
the hostile crowd. He makes his way to the opposite corner and repeats the
pose, to more boos and flash photography. He climbs down and removes his
robe, to reveal a pair of long tights, their color matching the robe he
just removed, with "Prophet" written across the back and the legs and boots
both sport crosses in black. His physique is well toned, not overly muscular
but there is almost no body fat. The Prophet is a high-flyer but has a good
technical background.]

FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from The Bible Belt, standing 6 feet and
3 inches and weighing 240 pounds, here is ... 

                                THE PROPHET!!!!!

Jack Anderson: HA HA HA HA! TWO MEMBERS OF THE TRIFECTA!!!! 

Jim Robson: Look at Idol's face! He couldn't be any happier. I smell a rat!

Jack Anderson: Well take a bath from time to time Jim, you won't have that 
problem.

Jim Robson: This does not fair well for the person who drew number three. If 
these two guys play their cards right they could ride this momentum to the 
end. Leaving the title in the possession of the Trifecta for another three 
months.

Jack Anderson: Another three months of paradise!  Hoo-ray!!!

Jim Robson: Hooray? We are supposed to be impartial here Jack.

Jack Anderson: It was an impartial hooray, thank you very much!

Jim Robson: Both men are in the ring and we are about to kick off the ID4 
rumble. All the clocks are set. The referee gives the signal.

DING! DING! DING!

Jack Anderson: AND WE ARE OFF!!!!

Jim Robson: The Prophet looks over at Idol, and Idol returns the glance. Both 
men begin to move to the center of the ring and start the match with 
a........HANDSHAKE???

Jack Anderson: Hand shake, that just shows the respect these two former 
champions have for each other. Calm down Jim, they are just getting warmed 
up. 

Jim Robson: They sure are taking their time about it. Well, it appears that 
all the formalities are out of the way and both men are set to begin. Collar 
and Elbow tie up, that's more like it. 

Jack Anderson: The Prophet, the bigger of the two, backs Idol into a corner. 
The Prophet is really showing his strength here.

Jim Robson: Wait a minute, they are breaking the hold. I don't under....OH 
GIVE ME A BREAK! Apparently the Idol has a leg cramp. Come on and fight! 

Jack Anderson: What kind of sportsman are you? Take a note from the Prophet, 
that's class defined right there my friend. Letting his opponent recuperate 
from a vicious leg cramp. You know, I have heard of some leg cramps being 
career ending Jim. I would hate to see a former champion go down because of 
some silly match.

Jim Robson: Career ending leg cramps?? Where do you come up with this stuff 
Jack? Wait a minute, it looks like the ref has had about enough of this 
nonsense. He is ordering the two to fight.

Jack Anderson: IT'S A LEG CRAMP! DAMN IT JIM, IT'S A LEG CRAMP! 

Jim Robson: And probably a career ending one at that. I guess the referee 
used some kind of new heeling method because Idol appears to be up and ready 
to go now. Amazing what the threat of removal can do to a person's healing 
powers.

Jack Anderson: Damn it Jim your an announcer, not a doctor!

Jim Robson: Another collar and elbow tie up, this time Prophet pulls Idol 
into a standing side headlock. Idol quickly escapes and pushes Prophet into 
the ropes. Prophet rebounds, and Idol takes him down with a vicious shoulder 
block. Prophet quickly to his feet, and backs into his corner. Idol stays in 
the center of the ring waiting for Prophet to return to the match. Prophet 
quickly obliges and meets him in the center of the ring. Prophet grabs Idol 
and locks on a standing side arm bar. Prophet wrenches up, but Idol quickly 
makes it to the ropes.

Jack Anderson: One minute until the next competitor comes into the ring.

Jim Robson: Prophet breaks the hold, but quickly locks up with Idol once 
again. Irish whip into the corner, and Idol slams into the turnbuckle with a 
terrific thud. Prophet, follows up with a running elbow to the chin. Idol 
slumps in the corner with a dazed look in his eyes. Prophet raises Idol up by 
the chin, KNIFE EDGE CHOP.....KNIFE EDGE CHOP.....AND A THIRD ONE TO GROW ON. 

Jack Anderson: Satisfied now, Jim! Look at poor Idol's chest, its cherry red 
from those vicious chops. These are two friends in the ring, and they are 
fighting like bitter enemies. I can't watch...

Jim Robson: Prophet looks to be going for an early out on Idol and grabs him 
by the leg. Idol counters with a thumb to the eye and puts a quick end to his 
early exit. Idol takes advantage of Prophet's temporary blindness and sends 
him down hard to the mat with a running clothesline. Idol bounces off the 
ring ropes and delivers a knee drop square across the Prophets forehead. 
Prophet clutches his face, that might have broken something Jack.

Jack Anderson: PLEASE FOR THE GOOD OF THE TEAM DON'T FIGHT LIKE THIS!

Jim Robson: Idol, grabs a handful of the Prophets scalp and brings him to his 
feet. Idol points to the ring ropes. I think the Idol is going to send 
Prophet on an early flight out of here. 

Jack Anderson: Wait....the clock is ticking down. Its only ten seconds left.

Crowd:

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***BUZZER***

Jim Robson: The Idol has stopped his onslaught and turns his attention to the 
aisle way. Prophet begins to shake off the effects of the knee drop.

[Scott Richards slowly makes his way to the ring, and reluctantly slides into 
the ring through the bottom rope. Before he has a chance to get to his feet 
The Prophet and The Idol jump on him and start pounding away...]

Jim Robson: This is the exact thing I was fearful of.  Two minutes ago these 
two were about to cut each others throats, but now they are on poor Scott 
Richards like a couple pitbulls on a T-bone steak. Richards exit was signed 
before he even walked through the curtain.

Jack Anderson: He he he, I knew the Trifecta would come through for me. 
That's why they are the best group of guys the IWF/WOW has ever seen. 

Jim Robson: Well, apparently these two sportsman as you put it earlier are 
showing little sympathy here as they continue to stomp Scott Richards into 
oblivion. The question is not how, but when. The Prophet pulls the beaten 
Scott Richards to his feet and slaps him across the jaw. Richards spins from 
the impact of the blow, but only to catch a fist in the side of the head from 
Idol. Richards falls back into the waiting arms of Prophet, who drops him 
promptly hits him with a reverse DDT.

[Idol and Prophet give each other a high five over the fallen body of
Richards. The Idol lifts Richards to his feet. The Prophet stands directly
behind the Idol his back to the ring ropes. The Idol grabs the hand of
Richards and Irish whips him into the waiting shoulder of The Prophet...]

Jack Anderson: BACK BODY DROP OVER THE DROP ROPE!!!!

Jim Robson: And Richards is gone. 

Jack Anderson: See ya, good-bye, ciao, bon voyage. You know I thought he 
would put up more of a fight then that.

Jim Robson: Well Jack, when you are in the ring with two former IWF/WOW 
champions there really isn't much you can do. 

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***BUZZER***

[Carl Lumski charges out to the ring as the fans give a good pop.]

Jim Robson: IT'S LUMSKI!!!! IT'S LUMSKI!!!

Jack Anderson: Oh great....its Lumpski. Sorry if I snore to loud.

Jim Robson: He has his equalizer with him too! Lumski is wasting no time. He 
slides under the bottom ring rope, goes right between the legs of The 
Prophet. Fluer grabs the leg of Idol slowing him down. 

Jack Anderson: SHE HAS NO PLACE HERE! NONE AT ALL!! Here comes Choir Master, 
thank goodness he is going to put a stop to this. He grabs Fluer and spins 
her around. 

Jim Robson: Choir Master better be careful who is preaching that religion 
too. 

Jack Anderson: Give her HEAVEN CM! SHE NEEDS SOME RELIGION! Shameless hussy.

Jim Robson: What are you like ninety?  Shameless Hussy?

Jack Anderson: No! It's just that Fluer has no place here in the IWF/WOW. She 
is a woman, and needs to be at home cooking and cleaning. If Lumpski had any 
kind of balls whatsoever he would put her in the kitchen where she belongs. 
Baking brownies and cookies, not doing body slams and monkey flips. 

Jim Robson: Please mark all complaints care of, JACK ANDERSON IS AN IDIOT, 
TORONTO, CANADA. 

Jack Anderson: MCPENIS!!!!

Jim Robson: Huh? 

Jack Anderson: Nothing....

Jim Robson: Anyway! Choir Master continues to back Fluer up with his 
Religion. Lumski and Prophet are exchanging punches. If Lumski can last two 
more minutes maybe he will get lucky and get someone who will help him fight 
off the jackals!

Jack Anderson: The Trifecta is completely in control - cruise control all
the way.

Jim Robson: Lumski with a block and delivers a judo thrust into the throat 
of Idol. Not exactly fancy but it gets the job done. Idol drops back and 
Lumski follows with a knife edge chop. Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, 
Right. Lumpski is going to town on Idol.  Scoop Slam!!! And Idol hits the mat 
hard. 

Jack Anderson: Looks like TP is going to the top rope now. I wonder what he is 
going to pull out of his arsenal on this one?

Jim Robson: I don't know, but it doesn't look good for Lumski who has his
back turned.  The Prophet looks down from high up above.......FLYING DROP
KICK HITS LUMSKI! 

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***BUZZER***

[Maverick comes down to the ring to a fairly mixed reaction.]

Jim Robson: OH NELLIE! THE ODDS JUST GOT A LITTLE BIT BETTER! HERE COMES THE 
BIG MAN! 

Jack Anderson: If he was smart he would help the Trifecta take out Lumpski! 
He's hurt and will be of no use to Mav when the time comes to but heads with 
the Trifecta.

Jim Robson: Maverick is wasting no time getting to the ring. Maverick slides 
in quickly and The Prophet meets him halfway. AND THE FIGHT IS ON! Idol jumps 
to his feet leaving Lumski. Look at the size difference between 
the three men standing right now, Maverick the big man towers over The 
Prophet and The Idol. Jack, this man right here might be the dark horse in 
this match. He's big, he's strong, and he is fresh. Out of the three in the 
ring, Mav is the only one that hasn't been involved in the card thus far. He 
clobbers The Prophet with a thunderous punch, and headbutts The Idol. 
Maverick is on fire here folks. 

Jack Anderson: But it's still early in the rumble, and Maverick has a while
to go in there.

Jim Robson: Maverick grabs the Prophet, Irish whip into the ropes from the 
big man. SNAP POWERSLAM! The Prophet grabs his back in pain. Maverick, drops 
a lateral based leg drop across the throat of Prophet.  Lumski, has locked 
in a camel clutch on The Idol and wrenches back hard on his neck. 

Jack Anderson: That show's how stupid Lumski is, trying to get the guy to 
submit in an over the top Rumble. 

Jim Robson: The how do you explain that arm bar that Idol used earlier?  Or 
can you?

Jack Anderson: Strategy Jim, Strategy. 

Jim Robson: Lumski has released the hold and gets to his feet. The Idol
begins to push himself to a lateral but catches a sharp elbow into his
spine. Lumski, walks to the top of The Idol's head and locks in a front
chancery. SNAP SUPLEX!! The Idol landed hard.  Lumski is not letting up, he
wants this match as much as anyone in the ring right now. Lumski grabs The
Idol and drags him over to the ropes. Looks like we are going to have our
first elimination attempt on a member of The Trifecta. Lumski calls over to
Maverick. Maverick makes his way across the ring and both men grab The Idol.

Jack Anderson: HANG ON IDOL! HANG ON FOR DEAR LIFE!

Jim Robson: I don't think that he has much of a choice in the matter. He is 
teetering on that rope like a cat on a hot tin roof. Lumpski with a couple 
hard shots to the head. The Prophet still suffering the effects of that huge 
leg drop by Maverick hasn't moved. The Prophet, is almost over. AND HERE 
COMES THE CHOIR MASTER!

Jack Anderson: YEAH! ONE FOR THE GOOD GUYS! 

Jim Robson: I can't believe this, he is holding The Idol in the air with 
everything he has. I don't think that Lumski and Maverick even realize it! 
The Idol continues to hang on for dear life.

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***BUZZER***

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


[The fans begin booing as Fusion slowly makes his way out to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes Fusion, he's drawn number six. 

Jack Anderson: You know, there are three men in the ring right now who have
previous experience in the Independence Day Rumble. The Prophet, the Idol
and Fusion have all fought before, and I am sure they will use this to their
advantage.

Jim Robson: I'm sure they will. Idol had made his way back inside the ring
to avoid the elimination. Fusion jumps in the ring now, he's going after
Carl Lumski.

Jack Anderson: These two have had kind of an off and on feud. If you ask me,
Lumski is just avoiding Fusion.

Jim Robson: Lumski has the upper hand on him right now though as Lumski
whips him into the ropes. NO!! Reversal by Fusion... Fursion catches "Coach
Potato" Carl Lumski... SPINEBUSTER SLAM!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh... come on now Fusion, throw him out!

Jim Robson: Well Fusion is picking Lumski up and bringing him over to the
side of the ring... he picks him up... AND LUMSKI HANGS ONTO THE RING ROPES
TO STOP HIMSELF FROM GOING OVER!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh! Come on, get rid of that punk.

Jim Robson: Fusion doesn't get a chance to try again as the Prophet comes
over... he comes from behind... CLOTHESLINE BY THE PROPHET SENDS FUSION OVER
THE TOP!!

Jack Anderson: BUT FUSION HANGS ON!!

Jim Robson: Just barely. Lumski gets to his feet now and he's trading blows
with the Prophet... these two IWF/WOW superstars are going back and forth,
back and forth.

Jack Anderson: You know what would be a smart strategy right now? To find a
spot, keep quiet, sit back and relax. If you're going to win it, and you're
in this early, you've got at least thirty more mintes to go.

Jim Robson: I don't know how anyone could survive that long in an
environment like this.

Jack Anderson: May I remind you of the Angel of Death at the original
Independence Day Rumble?

Jim Robson: Good point. He was number one, and went on to survive
thirty-nine other guys to win the Independence Day Rumble in 1997.

Jack Anderson: It truly was an amazing show!!

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***BUZZER***

[The fans give a huge pop as Razor Ron Jeremy runs out to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes another former World Champion, Razor Ron Jeremy!!

Jack Anderson: Oh no...

Jim Robson: He looks ready.

Jack Anderson: But he's going to have a tough time. He had a huge street
fight against Robert d'Artois on day one, and that had to take a lot out of
him. With him drawing an earlier number, things don't look good for RRJ.

Jim Robson: No, I guess they don't. But RRJ won't give up. He gets in the
ring, and he's going right after Fusion. These two had a bitter feud back in
2000, and there is obviously still some bitterness between the two.

Jack Anderson: RRJ shoves Fusion into the corner. He's going right to work
with several hard right hand shots to Fusion...

Jim Robson: Fusion is falling down to the mat and RRJ continues to go to
work on him.

Jack Anderson: Look over at Carl Lumski... he's going after Maverick now!!
The big man could be in trouble.

Jim Robson: Yes he could be... Lumski comes from behind... BUT MAVERICK SEES
HIM AND HITS HIM WITH AN ELBOW TO THE HEAD!! Maverick picks Carl Lumski up
and lifts him over the top... BUT LUMSKI HOLDS ON!! WAIT!! LUMSKI HAS A HOLD
OF MAVERICK BY THE HAIR!! HE PULLS HIM OVER THE TOP!!

Jack Anderson: Maverick has been eliminated thanks to Carl Lumski!!

Jim Robson: Yes he has been... you know, we spoke earlier about how RRJ is
in tough shape from his match on day one, but you can't forget about stars
like Lumski, Prophet and the Idol who all wrestled earlier _tonight_! 

Jack Anderson: They have got to be exhausted... two matches in one night
takes a hell of a lot out of you, and I don't know if they will be able to
survive this much longer. 

Jim Robson: Of course, the Idol and the Prophet have an advantage since they
are Trifecta teammates.

Jack Anderson: Speaking of the Idol, he's gone after Razor Ron Jeremy. The
Idol backed into a corner and he is driving a knee into the guy of RRJ!! Oh
my, RRJ is looking to be in a lot of pain.

Jim Robson: The Idol now sets RRJ up... SNAP SUPLEX INSIDE THE RING!!! 

Jack Anderson: Idol should have suplexed RRJ right out of the ring...

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***BUZZER***

[The fans give little reaction as "The Fantasy" Brett Young jogs out to the
ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes an underachiever here in the IWF/WOW, "the Fantasy"
Brett Young.

Jack Anderson: Underachiever? Damn right... he hasn't done a damn thing here
so far in his IWF/WOW career. 

Jim Robson: The Idol still has control of RRJ... he has him backed into
another corner once again... HE LANDS A HARD CHOP ON RRJ!!!

Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!

Jim Robson: The Idol with another hard chop on RRJ!!!

Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!

Jim Robson: And another hard cho... NO!! BRETT YOUNG HITS THE IDOL FROM
BEHIND!!! Young now rakes the eyes of the Idol and the Idol can't see. This
could be trouble for him.

Jack Anderson: But now RRJ grabs Brett Young... AND HE THROWS BRETT YOUNG
OVER THE TOP AND TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Brett Young has been eliminated thanks to
Razor Ron Jeremy.

Jim Robson: You know, I think that could be a new record for the
Independence Day Rumble.

Jack Anderson: Quickest elimination?

Jim Robson: Could be. 

Jack Anderson: Wow.

Jim Robson: RRJ is now once again going after the Idol... but here comes the
Prophet to help out his friend!! The Prophet hits RRJ from behind!

Jack Anderson: Good teamwork in the ring.

Jim Robson: This is a rumble - there isn't supposed to be any team work.
It's supposed to be every man for himself. The Idol and the Prophet are now
working RRJ over in the corner.

Jack Anderson: Meanwhile Carl Lumski and Fusion are going back at it once
again on the other side of the ring. This time Fusion has Lumski hanging
dearly onto the ropes to prevent himself from being eliminated.

Jim Robson: Lumski is doing whatever it takes... he doesn't want to let go.

Jack Anderson: Who would want to? This is for a shot at the IWF/WOW World
Heavyweight Title... the bigger title in the sport.

Jim Robson: Exactly.

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[The fans give a mixed reaction as the Desert Scorpion runs to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes the Desert Scorpion. He's been in one of these
rumbles before as well, in fact he was in the original Independence Day
Rumble back in 1997.

Jack Anderson: And here he is going at it once again. Desert Scorpion hopes
in the ring, and goes right after the Prophet. These two fought earlier here
tonight, and now they're going at it once again.

Jim Robson: Desert Scorpion whips the Prophet into the ropes... the Prophet
bounces off the ropes... TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER BY THE DESERT SCORPION!!!
Spectacular move.

Jack Anderson: Was it ever, but it won't win him the rumble. RRJ is still
working over the Idol... in fact, Razor Ron Jeremy has the Idol on the top
rope, and almost over!

Jim Robson: The Idol is hanging on tight...

Jack Anderson: BUT RAZOR RON JEREMY ELMINATES THE IDOL!!!!! 

Jim Robson: The Idol looks extremely upset. I think he was expecting the
Prophet to come over and lend a hang to him, but the Prophet was busy with
the Desert Scorpion.

Jack Anderson: And if I were the Prophet, I might begin to worry since he no
longer has anyone to watch his back.

Jim Robson: And it shows just how much he needs someone to watch his back,
because Razor Ron Jeremy is coming over to help the Desert Scorpion work
over the Prophet. 

Jack Anderson: The Desert Scorpion sets the Prophet up... RRJ goes to the
second turnbuckle... oh no!!

Jim Robson: SPIKE PILEDRIVER BY RAZOR RON JEREMY AND THE DESERT SCORPION!! 

Jack Anderson: Hey! There's not supposed to be any teamwork in the
Independence Day Rumble!! It's every man for themselves...

Jim Robson: You didn't seem to mind it when the Prophet and the Idol were
working as a team, did you?

Jack Anderson: I can change my mind, can't I?

Jim Robson: Somehow I thought you would.

Jack Anderson: Oh shut up!!

Jim Robson: The Prophet is in trouble, but we are about ready to have the
tenth entree into this rumble in just a few seconds...

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***BUZZER***

[The crowd boos loudly as Robert d'Artois limps to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes Robert d'Artois, he's number ten. But he really does
look hurt after his street fight with Razor Ron Jeremy on day one.

Jack Anderson: He's certainly in worse shape than RRJ is. But you can't
count this man out... he'll give it all.

Jim Robson: He will, that's for sure. d'Artois is in the ring, and right
away he goes after Razor Ron Jeremy. It appears that the feud between these
two is far from over...

Jack Anderson: So lets see, we've got six men in the ring right now. The
Prophet, Carl Lumski, Fusion, Razor Ron Jeremy, the Desert Scorpion and
Robert d'Artois.

Jim Robson: And we've also got ten more to come as of yet...

Jack Anderson: Good point!

Jim Robson: Here comes Fusion after Robert d'Artois from behind. I think he
is trying to take advantage of the fact that d'Artois looks hurt, and I
can't say that I blame him.

Jack Anderson: Fusion hits d'Artois from behind... 

Jim Robson: But it barely phases d'Artois!!! d'Artois turns around... HUGE
CLOTHESLINE SENDS FUSION OVER THE TOP!!! Oh my... 

Jack Anderson: Fusion drilled Robert d'Artois, and d'Artois took exception
and eliminated him.

Jim Robson: d'Artois turns his attention right back to RRJ and the two are
once again going at it. Meanwhile, Carl Lumski and the Prophet are trading
blows over in the corner... the Prophet is trying to throw Lumski over the
top, but Lumski is holding on for dear life!!

Jack Anderson: Come on Prophet!! Get rid of him... PLEASEEEEEEE! God damn, I
hate Lumpski.

Jim Robson: You're in the minority here though Jack. Everyone here in the
arena loves the guy, and I kinda like him too.

Jack Anderson: My god... some psycho like you would. Lumski is a freak... 

Jim Robson: You're jealous of him Jack. I mean, he does have Fleur...

Jack Anderson: Oh, please.

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***BUZZER***

[The crowd boos as the Giant Redneck runs out to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes the Giant Redneck!!

Jack Anderson: My god!! How is anyone supposed to get rid of this guy!? He's
huge!!

Jim Robson: It has been done before... but you are right. Eliminating a five
hundred pound plus man is no small feat, and it would probably take everyone
in the ring to do it.

Jack Anderson: And that isn't going to happen, because none of these guys
even remotely get along.

Jim Robson: The Desert Scorpion watches as the Giant Redneck enters the
ring, and he goes right after him to try and prevent the Giant Redneck from
gaining any sort of advantage.

Jack Anderson: If the Redneck can stay on his feet, he could be really
dangerous. He could just choke slam everyone right out of the ring and that
would be that.

Jim Robson: Carl Lumski and Robert d'Artois are trading blows now... Lumski
is trying to force d'Artois out of the ring. d'Artois is hanging on... but
now here comes Razor Ron Jeremy to help Lumski!!

Jack Anderson: What!?! This isn't fair for d'Artois!! Will somebody PLEASE
help him!? PLEASE!!

Jim Robson: I don't think anyone is going to help Robert d'Artois. He
doesn't have many friends here in the IWF/WOW, aside from his bodyguards.

Jack Anderson: But still... this just isn't fair!!

Jim Robson: Meanwhile the Desert Scorpion is still working over the Giant
Redneck. He hasn't allowed the Redneck to get to his feet yet.

Jack Anderson: Lucky for him!!

Jim Robson: Of course, the Desert Scorpion isn't going to be able to
eliminate the Giant Redneck while he's on the mat either.

Jack Anderson: The Giant Redneck is fighting to get to his feet though, and
this could cause a lot of trouble for the Desert Scorpion - and everyone
else in the ring right now!!

Jim Robson: Could it ever...

Jack Anderson: Here comes the Prophet from behind the Desert Scorpion.

Jim Robson: He has him... BACK SUPLEX BY THE PROPHET!!

Jack Anderson: And the Desert Scorpion is down!!

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***BUZZER***

[The crowd gives a _monster_ pop as new IWF/WOW Intercontinental Champion
"Serial Thriller" Billy Rock charges to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes Billy Rock!! Fresh off a huge win over Justin Arcola
on day one to win the IWF/WOW Intercontinental Championship...

Jack Anderson: And he really is another guy who is in rough shape after a
tough day one. 

Jim Robson: Rock gets into the ring and gets right into the action as he
goes after Robert d'Artois!! Rock shoves d'Artois into the ring... EUROPEAN
UPPERCUT NEARLY SENDS D'ARTOIS OVER THE TOP!!!

Jack Anderson: Oh my... he nearly eliminated d'Artois right off the bat!!

Jim Robson: Yes he did. Rock shows that just because he took a beating on
day one doesn't mean he's not going to put on a good fight here tonight in
the Independence Day Rumble.

Jack Anderson: Carl Lumski now has the Prophet... he nearly has the Prophet
eliminated!!

Jim Robson: He is almost gone!!!

Jack Anderson: The Prophet is fighting to hang on... he wants to win this
thing and get a shot at the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title!!

Jim Robson: But Lumski almost has him gone... and... and... YES!! HE DOES!!
CARL LUMSKI HAS ELMIANTED THE PROPHET!!

Jack Anderson: WHAT!?! Damn Lumpski. Ruining the Prophets plans to win the
Independence Day Rumble, and once again become IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Champion... DAMN HIM!!

Jim Robson: Well, it's now "Coach Potato" Carl Lumski that has been in there
the longest... his next closet rival in terms of current minutes is Razor
Ron Jeremy.

Jack Anderson: Maybe someone will finally get rid of him... 

Jim Robson: Meanwhile Billy Rock is still working over Robert d'Artois in
the corner... Rock is trying to get rid of d'Artois, and now here comes
Razor Ron Jeremy to help him!!

Jack Anderson: Damn it!! Before you know it, Lumski will go over and help
too... DAMN THEM ALL!!

Jim Robson: Hey, you have to do whatever it takes to win this thing.

Jack Anderson: Oh, please. Stop stealing my lines.

Jim Robson: Here we go... someone new is about to come out in a few short
seconds.

Jack Anderson: Oh, joy!

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***BUZZER***

[The crowd pops as they wait for the next IWF/WOW superstar to come out...
but no one does.]

Jim Robson: Huh?

Jack Anderson: Who is it... and where is he!?

Jim Robson: He's... well... no wheres to be seen.

Jack Anderson: You mean someone is wasting a shot at the IWF/WOW World
Heavyweight Championship? Idiot!! It's the chance of a life time..

Jim Robson: I guess so... but life goes on.

Jack Anderson: d'Artois has finally made it out of the corner and away from
both Billy Rock and Razor Ron Jeremy! Thank god for him.

Jim Robson: Meanwhile the Giant Redneck has finally made it to his feet, and
he's choking out the Desert Scorpion now... the Desert Scorpion is grabbing
his throat... he can't breathe at all!!

Jack Anderson: Good!!! Maybe now we can get rid of him. He's a little bit
too smart for my liking.

Jim Robson: It doesn't hurt to learn sometimes Jack.

Jack Anderson: Speak for yourself!!

Jim Robson: The Giant Redneck picks up Desert Scorpion now... 

Jack Anderson: He's got him! He's got him! He's got him!

Jim Robson: Yes... yes... CHOKESLAM BY THE GIANT REDNECK!!! THE GIANT
REDNECK JUST CHOKESLAMMED THE DESERT SCORPION OUT OF THE RING AND HE IS GONE!!

Jack Anderson: Oh yeah!! It's about damn time!! See what I meant... the
Giant Redneck is just over powering... no body can stop him! No one! He's on
his feet, and now I think he could just win it.

Jim Robson: Don't be so sure... here come Razor Ron Jeremy, Billy Rock and
Carl Lumski!!! All three are sneaking up behind the Giant Redneck and he has
no idea what is going on!!

Jack Anderson: They won't be able to do I think... trust me on this Jim!

Jim Robson: I wouldn't be so sure!

Jack Anderson: What do you mean?!

Jim Robson: Lumski, Rock and RRJ all pick the Giant Redneck up from behind!!
THEY SEND HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THE GIANT REDNECK IS NOW GONE FROM THE
INDEPENDENCE DAY RUMBLE!!! 

Jack Anderson: NO!!

Jim Robson: So much for you pick, eh Jack?

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***BUZZER***

[Out comes the IWF/WOW Commissioner and North American Champion, "Suicidal"
Nate McMannis. McMannis has bandages around his head and bruises around his
eyes due to the concussion suffered at the hands of Matthew Reason on day one.]

Jim Robson: Here comes Nate McMannis!!

Jack Anderson: Oh, he really doesn't look good after the attack by Matthew
Reason on day one.

Jim Robson: Reason really laid a beating on him... speaking on which, I am
being told by the back and it was Matthew Reason who was supposed to come
out last, but didn't.

Jack Anderson: Where is he? I really thought he had a shot at winning it
here... I mean, he's one of the only guys who didn't wrestle previously here
at EGOS & ICONS.

Jim Robson: Good point... but it looks like he passed up his opportunity to
come out here tonight.

Jack Anderson: Damnit!! I was really looking forward to seeing him.

Jim Robson: McMannis is now in the ring... 

Jack Anderson: Now this isn't fair!! It's like four on one. McMannis, Rock,
RRJ and Lumski versus d'Artois.

Jim Robson: And it was fair earlier when it was the Idol and the Prophet
against Carl Lumski?

Jack Anderson: Hey!! It wasn't four on one then...

Jim Robson: Well, d'Artois is in a corner with all four men surrounding
him... I really have no idea what he is going to do.

Jack Anderson: Unn... run?

Jim Robson: d'Artois is too proud to run... but here he comes! He targets
Carl Lumski first... HE HITS HIM WITH A SPEAR THAT SENDS BOTH MEN OVER THE
TOP ROPE!!!!

Jack Anderson: BUT D'ARTOIS HANGS ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND STAYS ALIVE AS HE
SLIDES BACK IN UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Now that was a smart way to eliminate
some competition..

Jim Robson: But it's still three on one as it starts off with Razor Ron
Jeremy coming after Robert d'Artois... he drills him with a huge clothesline!!

Jack Anderson: d'Artois gets right back to his feet, and now Nate McMannis
ta?

Jim Robson: d'Artois is too proud to run... but here he comes! He targets
Carl Lumski first... HE HITS HIM WITH A SPEAR THAT SENDS BOTH MEN OVER THE
TOP ROPE!!!!

Jack Anderson: BUT D'ARTOIS HANGS ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND STAYS ALIVE AS HE
SLIDES BACK IN UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!! Now that was a smart way to eliminate
some competition..

Jim Robson: But it's still three on one as it starts off with Razor Ron
Jeremy coming after Robert d'Artois... he drills him with a huge clothesline!!

Jack Anderson: d'Artois gets right back to his feet, and now Nate McMannis
takes him back down!! Come on... this isn't fair!

Jim Robson: Nate McMannis really looks a little woozy... the attack by
Reason a few days ago really took a lot out of him.

Jack Anderson: He's the North American Champion... he should be able to take
more than that!!

The Crowome out.

Jim Robson: That it will. Arcola gets into the ring, and both Billy Rock and
Nate McMannis go right after him! That leaves RRJ and Robert d'Artois to go
at it over on the other side of the ring!!

Jack Anderson: It's obvious there are still a lot of scores to settle,
because all of these guys want to tear each others heads off!

Jim Robson: McMannis and Rock whip Justin Arcola into the ropes... ELBOW TO
THE FACE OF ARCOLA... NO!!! ARCOLA DUCKS! He turns around.... DOUBLE
CLOTHESLINE BY JUSTIN ARCOLA!!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh yeah... this guy never should have lost that
Intercontinental Championship!!

Jim Robson: Arcola picks "Serial Thriller" Billy Rock up... he whips him
over the top... ROCK IS GONE!!

                        NO!! BILLY ROCK JUST BARELY HANGS ON!!

Jack Anderson: Oh, damnit!!

Jim Robson: Rock managed to grab the top rope to stop himself from going
over the top.

Jack Anderson: But it was close...

Jim Robson: Nate McMannis is still down on the mat. I think he's really
still feeling the effects of the attack.

Jack Anderson: Oh shut up about the attack!! McMannis is a man, and he
should take it like one. You should expect that sort of thing here in the
IWF/WOW! It's every man for himself!

Jim Robson: Robert d'Artois now has Razor Ron Jeremy... he's setting him
up... he's got him...

Jack Anderson: PILEDRIVER BY ROBERT D'ARTOIS!!! He really drove the head of
RRJ into the mat hard.

Jim Robson: Number sixteen is about to come out in just a few short
minutes... here we go!!

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***BUZZER***

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


[The crowd gives a mild pop as Sean Christopher comes out to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes Sean Christopher...

Jack Anderson: Lets see what he can do in the ring here tonight!!

Jim Robson: Christopher hops right into the ring! He comes over... AND HE
NAILS ROBERT D'ARTOIS!!!

Jack Anderson: Christopher with d'Artois... HE SENDS HIM OVER... NO!!!
ROBERT D'ARTOIS HANGS ON!!

Jim Robson: But now here comes Billy Rock... Rock with d'Artois... he's
helping Sean Christopher!!! 

Jack Anderson: NO!!

Jim Robson: They've almost got d'Artois over... d'Artois is struggling to
hang on!! 

Jack Anderson: Come on d'Artois... I believe in you!! You won this rumble
back in 1998, and you can do it again here tonight!

Jim Robson: WAIT!!! Here comes RRJ... 

Jack Anderson: NO!! It could be all over for Robert d'Artois now...

Jim Robson: No... RRJ picks up Billy Rock... GUTWRENCH SUPLEX BY RAZOR RON
JEREMY!!! 

Jack Anderson: Whoa... he actually saved d'Artois.

Jim Robson: Anything can happen here in the Independence Day Rumble.

Jack Anderson: Can it ever! I never thought I'd see that day that RRJ helped
d'Artois.

Jim Robson: Of course, RRJ might not have realized that Rock was helping
Christopher eliminate d'Artois.

Jack Anderson: Justin Arcola now has Nate McMannis. Arcola is beating on
McMannis in the corner... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY JUSTIN ARCOLA THROWS NATE
MCMANNIS OUT OF THE CORNER!!

Jim Robson: d'Artois is now fighting back against Sean Christopher... 

Jack Anderson: Yeah!!

Jim Robson: d'Artois with Sean Christopher... INVERTED ATOMIC DROP BY ROBERT
D'ARTOIS!!
 
Jack Anderson: Ohh...

Jim Robson: Christopher is now down on the mat... d'Artois drapes his head
over the middle rope... AND NOW D'ARTOIS IS CHOKING SEAN CHRISTOPHER OUT!!

Jack Anderson: Oh yeah!! Show Christopher just who is boss here in the
IWF/WOW!!!

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***BUZZER***

[Damian Malcolm comes out to a chorus of boos.]

Jim Robson: Here comes Damian Malcolm!!

Jack Anderson: Oh god!!

Jim Robson: Malcolm looks determined. He wants the shot at the IWF/WOW World
Heavyweight Championship to prove just how good his faction is.

Jack Anderson: Good? They're horrible... 

Jim Robson: Malcolm gets into the ring, and now Razor Ron Jeremy is taking
him on...

Jack Anderson: Justin Arcola and Robert d'Artois are now fighting it out in
the corner... Arcola is trying to throw d'Artois over the top, but d'Artois
is hanging on!

Jim Robson: Malcolm has RRJ in the corner, and Malcolm is really laying a
beating on the former IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion!!!

Jack Anderson: Billy Rock now has Sean Christopher... Christopher better
watch out... BILLY ROCK SENDS SEAN CHRISTOPHER OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE
OUTSIDE!!!!

Jim Robson: Sean Christopher has just been eliminated by Billy Rock!

Jack Anderson: We are really starting to wind down now! We've got three more
superstars still to enter the 2001 Independence Day Rumble. So it's down to
Razor Ron Jeremy, Robert d'Artois, Billy Rock, Nate McMannis, Justin Arcola,
Damian Malcolm or one of the three remaining wrestlers to enter.

Jim Robson: It is really getting down to the wire here tonight! Nate
McMannis is now coming after Justin Arcola... MCMANNIS CHARGES ARCOLA WITH A
CLOTHESLINE... ARCOLA OVER THE TOP!!!

Jack Anderson: BUT HE ROPES BACK UNDER THE ROPES AND BACK INSIDE THE RING TO
AVOID ELMINATION!!!

Jim Robson: Now that's what I call cutting it close...

Jack Anderson: Arcola just managing to stay alive here tonight.

Jim Robson: Rock and RRJ are now double teaming Damian Malcolm... Malcolm
appears to be helping against the two as they are really laying a beating on
him!!

Jack Anderson: I hate to say it, but this could be the one time I'm cheering
on Billy Rock and Razor Ron Jeremy.

Jim Robson: Wow... a new side to Jack Anderson!

Jack Anderson: Is it ever.

Jim Robson: RRJ now notices Robert d'Artois creeping up behind him... RRJ
turns around...

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***BUZZER***

Jim Robson: D'ARTOIS COMES FROM BEHIND AND ELMINATES RAZOR RON JEREMY!!!

[The crowd lets out a decent sized pop as Jeremy Thranton comes out to the
ring.]

Jack Anderson: And now here comes Jeremy Thranton, another former IWF/WOW
World Heavyweight Champion!!

Jim Robson: Here we go with another top dog in the IWF/WOW!

Jack Anderson: Thranton gets in the ring... Thranton gets in and goes after
Robert d'Artois!! 

Jim Robson: He's really laying a beating on d'Artois!!

Jack Anderson: Thranton really working quickly on d'Artois.

Jim Robson: d'Artois is being setup... POWERBOMB BY JEREMY THRANTON ON
ROBERT D'ARTOIS!! Oh my... what a monster powerbomb!! 

Jack Anderson: Lucky for d'Artois, he didn't go over the top.

Jim Robson: Not yet, at least.

Jack Anderson: Thranton is setting d'Artois up as d'Artois struggles to get
to his feet... this is nothing but bad news!!

Jim Robson: WAIT!!! DAMIAN MALCOLM JUMPS ON THRANTON FROM BEHIND!!

Jack Anderson: YEAH!!

Jim Robson: Malcolm is being piggy backed by Jeremy Thranton... Thranton is
just too big and too powerful for Damian Malcolm to do anything against!!! 

Jack Anderson: Thranton falls back...

Jim Robson: AND HE SLAMS DAMIAN MALCOLM HARD ONTO THE MAT!! 

Jack Anderson: Ohh...

Jim Robson: Meanwhile we've got Billy Rock and Nate McMannis once again
working over Justin Arcola. Arcola has kept a bit of a low profile in this
rumble so far, which appears to be working to his advantage.

Jack Anderson: Hey, if he is still in there, then it is obviously working to
his advantage.

Jim Robson: Of course, things could turn around at any moment.

Jack Anderson: Not for Arcola. He's one of my picks to win this thing.

Jim Robson: Of course, that's what you said about the Giant Redneck earlier.

Jack Anderson: That was then, this is now! Stop living in the past.

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***BUZZER***

[The crowd pops as Mickey Charmer runs out to the ring.]

Jim Robson: Here comes Mickey Charmer to the ring... he's a bit of a newcomer.

Jack Anderson: And he's in for a tough test in the ring here tonight as it's
filled with some of the best of the best in the IWF/WOW.

Jim Robson: Charmer gets right into the mix as he goes after the IWF/WOW
North American Champion Nate McMannis.

Jack Anderson: McMannis and Mickey Charmer are fighting it out in the centre
of the ring... neither way is really winning the war here.

Jim Robson: Meanwhile Justin Arcola has Billy Rock teetering on the brink of
elimination... Rock is just a few inches away from being eliminated by one
of his arch enemies, Justin Arcola.

Jack Anderson: Come on Arcola!! You can do it... get rid of Billy Rock once
and for all!!

Jim Robson: Damian Malcolm has finally taken the advantage over Jeremy
Thranton as he has managed to get Thranton off on his feet. Malcolm is
choking him in the corner, but thankfully for Thranton, he isn't leave the ring.

Jack Anderson: Mickey Charmer has Nate McMannis... he's setting him up...
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX BY MICKEY CHARMER!!!

Jim Robson: This kid is really showing a lot of potential here in the IWF/WOW!!

Jack Anderson: Of course, it's against Nate McMannis. And we both know
McMannis is in no condition to wrestle here tonight... I don't know how he
can take the beating he has taken.

Jim Robson: He's a tough man. Meanwhile, Billy Rock has got back in the ring
and now he's trying to eliminate Justin Arcola. Arcola is hanging on for the
life on him, but Rock might just be too much!!

Jack Anderson: Come on Arcola!! He took your Intercontinental Title, now
don't let him take your shot at the World Heavyweight Championship!!

Jim Robson: Arcola seems to be listening to you Jack... he's fighting back
against Rock.

Jack Anderson: Thank god!!

Jim Robson: Robert d'Artois has come over now... he's going at it with
Damian Malcolm!! The two are trading blows...

Jack Anderson: AND D'ARTOIS TAKES MALCOLM DOWN WITH AN AWESOME SUPLEX OF
SOME SORT!! 

Jim Robson: We are now just seconds away from number twenty...

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***BUZZER***

[The crowd gives another pop as Cooper Concrete runs out to the ring!]

Jim Robson: Here comes Cooper Concrete, a man who has won just about every
title the IWF/WOW has had to offer. He's really done it all.

Jack Anderson: Including fight in three previous Independence Day Rumbles -
more than anyone else!

Jim Robson: So he really has the experience in these things. 

Jack Anderson: But does he still have what it takes to pull off a win?

Jim Robson: We will find out shortly!

Jack Anderson: Now we know it... one of these eight men will win the
Independence Day Rumble and earn a IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title shot!
It's down to Robert d'Artois, Billy Rock, Nate McMannis, Justin Arcola,
Damian Malcolm, Jeremy Thranton, Mickey Charmer and Cooper Concrete!!

Jim Robson: But it's almost down to second!! COOPER CONCRETE IS IN THE RING
AND HE'S GOING RIGHT AFTER DAMIAN MALCOLM!!!

Jack Anderson: Yeah!! Go Cooper Go!!!

Jim Robson: Cooper has Malcolm on the verge of elimination...

Jack Anderson: This is it!!!

Jim Robson: AND DAMIAN MALCOLM IS GONE!!! ALRIGHT!!!!!!!

Jack Anderson: WAIT JUST A MINUTE NOW!! LOOK OVER THERE!!

Jim Robson: Arcola and d'Artois are working together... THEY DOUBLE
CLOTHESLINE JEREMY THRANTON AND SEND HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!! 

Jack Anderson: Both Thranton and Malcolm are gone!! There is a god... THANK
YOU!!

Jim Robson: Things are really starting to get fast and furious here in the
2001 Independence Day Rumble as we are almost to the end and everyone is
fighting for their lives - and a shot at the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Champion, whomever that will be after St. Clair and Travers meet in their
re-match here tonight.

Jack Anderson: Justin Arcola is getting double teamed once again by Nate
McMannis and Billy Rock. These two have really been working well as a team
to try and get rid of Arcola, but they haven't had any luck so far.

Jim Robson: No they have not as Arcola still remains very much a factor in
this rumble.

Jack Anderson: I can't believe some of these guys are still alive in this...
especially Arcola, Rock, d'Artois and McMannis. After the injuries they
sustained from day one, I didn't think they could make it this far.

Jim Robson: Just goes to show you how much some of these men want to win
this rumble here tonight.

Jack Anderson: Does it ever.

Jim Robson: Mickey Charmer is now looking to be in a little bit of trouble...

Jack Anderson: Robert d'Artois is going after him...

Jim Robson: d'Artois has Charmer in his grabs...

Jack Anderson: ... AND HE SENDS CHARMER OVER THE TOP!! We are now down to
five men.

Jim Robson: The tension in the ring is building. Cooper Concrete comes right
after Robert d'Artois. Cooper is really getting a burst of energy, and it is
showing in the ring!!

Jack Anderson: Cooper Concrete backs d'Artois into the corner... Cooper is
climbing to the second turnbuckle... oh no... here we go!! Cooper is laying
the punches on d'Artois now!!

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9 - [they suddenly stop]

Jim Robson: HOLD ON!!! HERE COMES NATE MCMANNIS FROM BEHIND!!!

Jack Anderson: HE JUST SHOVES COOPER CONCRETE OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

Jim Robson: Oh my...

Jack Anderson: Hahahaha... what a great move! What an idiot Cooper Concrete
is!! He actually climbs to the middle turnbuckle to start laying the punches
on d'Artois... thank god McMannis shoved him up and over!

Jim Robson: Now we are down to our final four!!!

Jack Anderson: Justin Arcola, Billy Rock, Nate McMannis and Robert d'Artois!!

Jim Robson: The tension is building as all four men back into a corner!!

Jack Anderson: This is great... this is why I love the Independence Day
Rumble each year!! It always comes down to something like this, and you
never know what might happen, because everyone wants the shot at the champion.

Jim Robson: NOW WE ARE UNDERWAY!!! Nate McMannis is going after Robert
d'Artois, while Justin Arcola and Billy Rock are going at it!

Jack Anderson: d'Artois is in control of Nate McMannis... he whips him into
the ropes... NO!!! REVERSAL BY NATE MCMANNIS!!! 

Jim Robson: d'Artois is now sent into the ropes... he bounces back...
MCMANNIS LANDS A BOOT TO THE GUT OF D'ARTOIS!!

Jack Anderson: McMannis now leaps up... HE DDTS ROBERT D'ARTOIS!!!

Jim Robson: Meanwhile Billy Rock and Justin Arcola are fighting it out...
Rock with Arcola... OVER THE TOP!! NO!!! ARCOLA HANGS ON!!!

Jack Anderson: But not by a whole lot...

Jim Robson: The bitter feud between these two is really continuing here tonight.

Jack Anderson: Nate McMannis now has Robert d'Artois... he sends him over
the top!! 

Jim Robson: NO!!! D'ARTOIS HANGS ON AND STAYS ON THE RING APRON!!! 

Jack Anderson: HOLD ON!! HERE COMES NATE MCMANNIS WITH A SUPERKICK!!

Jim Robson: BUT D'ARTOIS GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND CATCHES MCMANNIS' BOOT!

Jack Anderson: d'Artois pulls McMannis over... AND HE PULLS NATE MCMANNIS
OVER THE TOP AND TO THE OUTSIDE!!

Jim Robson: The Commissioner has been eliminated!! I think somebody really
needs to get him some medical attention too, because he doesn't look good.

Jack Anderson: Justin Arcola now whips Billy Rock into the ropes...

Jim Robson: WAIT!!! BILLY ROCK GOES INTO THE ROPES AND HITS D'ARTOIS!!
D'ARTOIS FALLS TO THE FLOOR AND HE HAS BEEN ELMIANTED!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh... d'Artois hit his head on the fall down! That has got
to really hurt! 

Jim Robson: Too bad for d'Artois though... he landed on the ring apron, but
managed to eliminate Nate McMannis from there, and was about to get back
into the ring, but before he could Arcola whipped Rock into him and d'Artois
fell to the mat.

Jack Anderson: And now we're down to two men!!

Jim Robson: Billy Rock and Justin Arcola!!!

Jack Anderson: Arcola charges after Rock...

Jim Robson: Rock catches him...

Jack Anderson: HE DROPS JUSTIN ARCOLA ON THE TOP ROPE... STUNGUN!!! WILL
ARCOLA GO OVER!?!?!

Jim Robson: NO!! JUSTIN ARCOLA DOESN'T QUIET GO OVER THE TOP!!

Jack Anderson: I don't believe this...

Jim Robson: Arcola now falls back into the centre of the ring, right into
the arms of Billy Rock!! 

Jack Anderson: Oh no!!

Jim Robson: Rock is setting Arcola up for the Ozark Deathride!!!

Jack Anderson: NO!!! ARCOLA AVOIDS GOING UP IN THE HOLD!!!

Jim Robson: Arcola reverses the hold... STUNNER!!!

Jack Anderson: BILLY ROCK IS IN TROUBLE NOW!!

Jim Robson: Arcola picks Billy Rock up...








Jack Anderson: Rock goes up and over...








Jim Robson: BUT HE HANGS ON AND LANGS ON THE RING APRON, MUCH AS D'ARTOIS
DID A FEW MOMENTS AGO!!! 








Jack Anderson: WAIT!! HERE COMES ARCOLA!!








Jim Robson: DROPKICK BY JUSTIN ARCOLA!!!








Jack Anderson: BILLY ROCK FALLS TO THE FLOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!








Jim Robson: IT'S OVER!!! IT'S OVER!!!! IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!!!







DING! DING! DING!!!!







FRANCINE: Here is the winner of the 2001 Independence Day Rumble...







[Megadeth's "No More Mr. Nice Guy" plays and the crowd begins to boo.]







                        J U S T I N       A R C O L A ! ! ! ! ! !

[Arcola raises his arms in victory.]

Jim Robson: He did it!! 

Jack Anderson: Wow!

Jim Robson: After taking a huge beating and losing the Intercontinental
title to Billy Rock on day one, Justin Arcola comes back to win the 2001
Independence Day Rumble, and win a shot at the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Champion, whoever that will be.

Jack Anderson: After tonight, it will be either Shane St. Clair or Eric
Travers. But my god, Justin Arcola takes a beating, but keeps on ticking!
He's unbeatable.

Jim Robson: He certainly seemed that way tonight.

Jack Anderson: Congratulations to the winner!!

[Arcola falls to his knees, exhausted after the long couples day, but his
hands are still held high.]

Jim Robson: What a win it has been here tonight for Justin Arcola...

Jack Anderson: A truly _amazing_ victory!! 

Jim Robson: Are you ever right...

Jack Anderson: ARCOLA! ARCOLA! Whoo!

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IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


Jim Robson: Wow, what a night it has been.

Jack Anderson: You can say that again.

Jim Robson: Now we are just moments away from the re-match of our day one
main event, as Shane St. Clair will be taking on Eric Travers for the
IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship. The different is, this time St.
Clair will be defending the title against Travers.

Jack Anderson: And it's a real horrible situation... I mean, Travers has
enough proof that St. Clair doesn't deserve that title... it's the biggest
title in the sport... but yet Jurkschat allows that decision to stand? Please.

Jim Robson: He did, however, give Travers a re-match here tonight, and I'm
sure Eric Travers will do whatever it takes to walk out of here tonight with
that World Heavyweight Championship.

Jack Anderson: But with that drug freak, Shane St. Clair, it's going to take
more than a normal man has. Thankfully, Eric Travers is better than any
normal man. He's an IWF/WOW icon, and he could very well leave here tonight
as a three time IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion.

Jim Robson: He very well could be. Travers has dominated the IWF/WOW for
nearly the past year, and he's not about to let that domination come to an
end very easily.

Jack Anderson: I'm pumped!!

Jim Robson: Then lets go to the lovely Francine for the ring introductions!
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| ____( _ ) |_ _|-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|  _| / _ \/\| |          IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH
| |__| (_>  <| |        Shane St. Clair <Champion> vs Eric Travers
|_____\___/\/___|=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-
--------------------------> WRITER: Chris J. <--------------------------

FRANCINE: The following match is our main event for the night....

[Pop from the fans.]

FRANCINE: The match is set for one fall, and is for the IWF/WOW World
Heavyweight Championship!!!!!

[The pop grows as the fans get ready. The crowd stands, and waits.  A loud
mixed pop echoes through the arena as the voice of Tricia Lane echoes
through the arena.]

TRICIA LANE: In gold, he's Epic!!  In Black...  HE'S UNBEATABLE!!!

[The arena lights fade to black and a gold spotlight shines on the entrance
as "Sad But True" by Metallica blasts through the sound system.] 

FRANCINE: From Toronto, Ontario.  He stands 6 feet 2 inches tall, and
weighs in at 267 pounds... 

        ... here is the challenger ...

                " E P I C "

                        E R I C

                                T R A V E R S ! ! ! ! ! ! !

[As soon as the second riff of the song begins, Eric Travers steps through
the curtain.  He is in his black wrestling gear, consisting of trunks,
boots, and elbow and knee pads.  Travers also looks to be much more focused
than he was at New Era, as though he has gotten his emotions in check, and
has truly entered his Zone.  Travers walks down the aisle, looking bare
without the IWF/WOW World Title strapped around his waist.  Surprisingly,
there is no one with Travers.  No Tricia Lane, and no Choir-Master.  Travers
makes it to the ring and climbs the steps, and then steps through the ropes.
He goes over to a corner and stands dead still, looking straight at the
entranceway, awaiting Shane St
Clair.]

Jack Anderson: You know, Travers without the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight
Championship around his waist looks really strange. Thank god I won't have
to look at that long.

Jim Robson: I wouldn't give Travers the win just yet. Sure, he go a
re-match, but he still has to defeat Shane St. Clair to leave here tonight
with that title.

Jack Anderson: It's only a matter of time Jim, it's only a matter of time...

["Ultra Mega" by Powerman 5000 begins to play over the loudspeakers.  The
crowd cheers loudly.] 

FRANCINE: About to enter the ring, from Jacksonville, FL standing 
6 feet 1 inches and weighing 270 pounds ...

        ... he is the _current_ IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion ...

                " H E A D L I N E R "

                        S H A N E

                                S T .  C L A I R ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 

[Shane St. Clair steps out from behind the curtain. Red pyro's flare on all
sides as he moves down the ramp way. He has a pair of yellow thigh length
wrestling tights with Headliner across the back. His hair sandy brown hair
is wet down, and is plastered across his forehead. He has calf high black
wrestling boots with, yellow tassels down the side. His wrist are wrapped in
black athletic tape. Water glistens off his massive upper body, the veins
pumping out from underneath the surface of the skin. He arrives at ring
side, and pulls himself upon the ring apron. He raises up looking at all the
fans, then steps through the top and middle rope. St. Clair walks to his
corner and crosses his arms awaiting the bell...]

Jim Robson: Folks, the tension is sky high here tonight... the fans here are
pumped, and so are Travers and St. Clair. This could be the biggest matches
of their careers.

Jack Anderson: You're very right... this is for _all_ the marbles!

[Shane St. Clair and Eric Travers square off face to face inside the ring,
looking each other dead in the eyes.]

Jim Robson: The fans are on their feet... this could be an all time classic!

Jack Anderson: I'm sure it will be... it will go down in history as the day
Eric Travers became a three time IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion!!

[The referee stands between the two inside the ring, and holds up the World
Heavyweight Championship belt. The fans get even more vocal, as the
excitement for the match builds... finally, after a few moments, the bell
rings... DING! DING! DING!]

Jim Robson: Here we go!

Jack Anderson: That was the bell.

Jim Robson: But both St. Clair and Travers are starring at each other dead
in the ring. They're not moving at all.

Jack Anderson: This is intense.

[Suddenly, from backstage walks IWF/WOW co-President Jurkschat. He's wearing
his typical suit and tie and looks a little beat up from his match with
Damian Malcolm on day one. He has a stern look on his face, and he sets up a
seat at ringside.]

Jim Robson: What is co-President Jurkschat doing down here?

Jack Anderson: I don't know!

Jim Robson: [yelling over to the co-President] Mr. Jurkschat... Mr.
Jurkschat... what are you doing here?

[co-President Jurkschat looks over to Jim Robson and mouths something to
Robson about how he is here to supervise the match to make sure the IWF/WOW
championship gets into the hands of the rightful winner.]

Jack Anderson: What? Oh come on, I know it will land in the hands of the
rightful winner! The Epic One... Eric Travers!!

Jim Robson: It is his place, and he can do whatever he wants though. So if
he chooses to come down and watch, he can. Meanwhile, back in the ring,
Travers and St. Clair are still in a stare down...

Jack Anderson: This could explode any moment...

Jim Robson: AND IT DOES AS TRAVERS TAKES A SWING AS SHANE ST. CLAIR... but
no! It's blocked... AND ST. CLAIR FIRES BACK WITH A SHOT OF HIS OWN!!

Jack Anderson: This is a key moment... whoever can get the upper hand has a
clear advantage in this match.

Jim Robson: St. Clair is trying to take control early here. Irish whip by
St. Clair sends Travers into the ropes... MEGA CLOTHESLINE KNOCKS TRAVERS
OFF HIS FEET! 

Jack Anderson: St. Clair went flying with that move...

Jim Robson: Travers is down off of his feet, but St. Clair isn't giving him
any little break to try and get up. St. Clair picks him right back up and
shoves Travers into the corner.

Jack Anderson: Don't let him trap you Eric! That could be the worst possible
thing you could do right now.

Jim Robson: St. Clair comes into the corner, Travers tries to get away from
him but St. Clair overpowers him and keeps him in the corner. St. Clair with
Travers... whips him across the ring... AND TRAVERS RAMS INTO THE OTHER
TURNBUCKLE HARD!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh!! Travers hit the other corner, bounced off and landed in
the centre of the ring. That's gotta hurt.

Jim Robson: Travers looks a little bit surprised at how hard St. Clair is
coming after him.

Jack Anderson: It's the drugs!! 

Jim Robson: Will you give it a break about the drugs.

Jack Anderson: Why should I? He's just as bad as another former World
Champion, Hightower! Down with Androcromite! Down with Androcromite!

Jim Robson: Oh, please. Shane St. Clair waits as Eric Travers slowly makes
his way to his feet.

Jack Anderson: This is a mistake by St. Clair, and Travers should look to
take advantage of this while he can.

Jim Robson: Travers is getting to his feet... HERE HE COMES AFTER ST. CLAIR!
St. Clair could be in trouble... NO!!! HE CATCHES ERIC TRAVERS WITH A
MONSTER SPINE BUSTER SLAM!!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh... damn!! He flatten Travers. He's a pancake after that
monster slam!!

Jim Robson: I don't know if Eric Travers was really expecting this. I think
he was expecting St. Clair to be a lot more out of it than he really is.

Jack Anderson: Well they both had a huge battle on day one, and you would
expect both to really only be able to give fifty percent. And if they were
anyone else, that would be the case... but they are IWF/WOW superstars, and
this is for the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight title, and you do whatever it
takes to win that title.

Jim Robson: And they are doing just that - although so far only St. Clair
has really had a chance to show it. 

Jack Anderson: I think Travers is just getting distracted by co-President
Jurkschat out here... what the hell is he doing here anyways? "Making sure
the IWF/WOW title ends up with the rightful winner". What BS.

Jim Robson: He owns the place, he can do whatever he wants. St. Clair now
with Eric Travers. He's got a good hold on him... BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY
THE HEADLINER!!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh... nicely hit maneuver. 

Jim Robson: St. Clair jumps right to his feet. He saying it's not over yet -
he plans on winning this match in a _big_ way.

Jack Anderson: Travers is looking really bad... this really isn't what he
expected, and I hope someone will help him!!

Jim Robson: Help him? It's one on one Jack. St. Clair with Travers... GERMAN
SUPLEX BY ST. CLAIR!!!

Jack Anderson: Ohh...

Jim Robson: St. Clair rolls over, but keeps Travers locked. He picks him up
again... ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Jack Anderson: This isn't human!!

Jim Robson: St. Clair still doesn't release the hold.

Jack Anderson: WHAT!? He isn't going for it again, is he?

Jim Robson: I think he is... St. Clair picks him up for a third time... and
for a third time... HE DRILLS A GERMAN SUPLEX!! 

Jack Anderson: This is _insane_!

Jim Robson: This time St. Clair holds on... he's going for the pin!! Here is
the count...

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TRAVERS KICKOUT!!! The former IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion _just_
stays alive!!

Jack Anderson: Oh come on, give him more credit than that! It's not just
barely... Travers had an easy time of it!

Jim Robson: I really wouldn't go that far.

Jack Anderson: I would.

Jim Robson: St. Clair is giving referee Geoff Cartwright an evil look. If I
were Cartwright, I'd take a step back so that St. Clair doesn't lay me out
like he just did Travers.

Jack Anderson: Another reason St. Clair shouldn't be World Champion... he
doesn't act like one should! Attack a referee? Shhes.

Jim Robson: Travers slowly gets to his feet... he's sneaking up behind Shane
St. Clair!!

Jack Anderson: Shut up!! Don't let St. Clair hear you!

Jim Robson: The fans are making enough noise that I'm sure St. Clair has to
know... St. Clair turns around... 

Jack Anderson: Oh no!

Jim Robson: HE CATCHES TRAVERS WITH A KICK TO THE GUT!!

Jack Anderson: Damn!!

Jim Robson: St. Clair now with Travers... he's setting him up for a
powerbomb... he has it... he lifts Travers up... BUT NO!!! TRAVERS GRABS A
HOLD OF ST. CLAIR'S LEGS AND HE CAN'T GET HIM UP!!

Jack Anderson: Oh yeah!! Great move by Travers.

Jim Robson: St. Clair tries a second time... AND TRAVERS HANDS ONTO ST.
CLAIR'S LEG AGAIN!

Jack Anderson: St. Clair is pissed.

Jim Robson: BUT NOW TRAVERS BACK FLIPS SHANE ST. CLAIR!!! HE SITS DOWN ON
ST. CLAIR'S SHOULDERS AND GRABS A HOLD ON HIS LEGS.... HERE IS THE COUNT!!!

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ST. CLAIR KICKS OUT OF THE NEAR PINFALL!!!

Jack Anderson: OHHHH!!! He almost had it.

Jim Robson: St. Clair pushes Travers off of him and gets to his feet, but
Eric Travers jumps to his feet as well. St. Clair comes after Travers...
TRAVERS DUCKS FROM A CLOTHESLINE!!!!! 

Jack Anderson: TRAVERS IS TURNING AROUND!!!

Jim Robson: He catches St. Clair from behind... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY "EPIC" ERIC TRAVERS!!

Jack Anderson: Yeah!!! Travers could turn things around now!

Jim Robson: Travers quickly gets to his feet. He doesn't want to waste any
time... he doesn't want to give St. Clair any amount of time to recover and
regain the advantage.

Jack Anderson: Who would want to? St. Clair is a tough competitor, and I
certainly wouldn't want to give him any advantage. Thankfully, Travers was
able to take away the advantage that St. Clair had earlier.

Jim Robson: And now Travers is stomping a hole in St. Clair, making sure he
stays down!

Jack Anderson: Go Eric go! Go Eric go!

Jim Robson: Somehow I don't think you'll get the fans behind you Jack. 

Jack Anderson: No, but maybe I can get co-President Jurkschat behind me? If
he wants to see the rightful champion win, then he must want Travers to win,
because the Epic One is the rightful champion.

Jim Robson: I somehow doubt the co-President would join in with you. Travers
picks up Shane St. Clair. He has the World Heavyweight Champion setup...
T-BONE SUPLEX BY TRAVERS!!

Jack Anderson: Oh yeah! I can see it now - Eric Travers is well on his way
to regaining the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship.

Jim Robson: It's not over until the referee counts three. Speaking of which,
Travers is going for the cover... he hooks the leg... here is the count!!

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Jack Anderson: YES! NEW CHAMPION!

Jim Robson: NO!!!!!!!!! WAIT! It was a two count only...

Jack Anderson: WHAT!? Damnit! Sit down Jurkschat... you can't give Travers
the title yet.

Jim Robson: Travers is arguing with Geoff Cartwright. You can tell he thinks
different.

Jack Anderson: Accept the decision and go with it Travers... don't waste
anytime!

Jim Robson: Looks like Travers is listening to your advice. He's going right
back after St. Clair... Travers bounces off the ropes... AND HE DROPS AN
ELBOW DOWN HARD ONTO THE BACK OF SHANE ST. CLAIR!!

Jack Anderson: That's it... keep it up!

Jim Robson: Travers get to his feet... he spits on St. Clair! Travers now
picks up St. Clair once again... he's setting him up... oh my... DOUBLE
UNDERHOOK SUPLEX BY ERIC TRAVERS!!!

Jack Anderson: Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh yes! How much more can Shane St. Clair
take? I do believe that that he is about to become a former World Champion
in just a few short moments.

Jim Robson: Things certainly aren't looking good for St. Clair right now.

Jack Anderson: You're damn right they aren't!! I can smell his title reign
coming to an end, and I think Travers can too! Three-time! Three-time!
Three-time World Champion Eric Travers! Doesn't it sound great?

Jim Robson: It hasn't happened yet. Travers with St. Clair... DRAGON SUPLEX
BY ERIC TRAVERS NOW!!! Amazing move... 

Jack Anderson: Just goes to show you how talented Eric Travers really is!! 

Jim Robson: It's hard to argue with you when Travers is hitting moves like
that. It really is.

Jack Anderson: Thank you!

Jim Robson: Travers is now going for the pin... he hooks the leg and this
could be all! The count...

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KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My god that was close.

Jack Anderson: Was it ever.

Jim Robson: Travers is now pointing to the top turnbuckle... you don't think
he's going to go for a high risk move, do you?

Jack Anderson: I don't think that'd be such a great idea...

Jim Robson: He is doing it though. Travers is climbing to the top... 

Jack Anderson: Oh my...

Jim Robson: He's going for the diving headbutt!!

Jack Anderson: ... this could be good!!

Jim Robson: Travers is going for it....






                                [big pop from the fans]








                        .... BUT ST. CLAIR MOVES!!!! TRAVERS HIT THE MAT HARD!!

Jack Anderson: Oh no!! This is a disaster!!

Jim Robson: Both Shane St. Clair and Eric Travers are down on the mat!! Both
are slightly moving, trying to get to their feet.

Jack Anderson: Come on Travers!! Don't give up... you can do it! You are the
man!!

Jim Robson: He's trying... Travers has made his way to the ropes, and he's
using them to help him get up. But it maybe too late... St. Clair is already
to his feet.

Jack Anderson: He's setting Travers up!!

Jim Robson: HERE COMES ST. CLAIR!!! SPEAR!!!

Jack Anderson: Yeah...

Jim Robson: NO!! HOLD ON!!! ST. CLAIR SPEARS _BOTH_ ERIC TRAVERS AND REFEREE
GEOFF CARTWRIGHT!!

Jack Anderson: Oh my!!!

Jim Robson: Now both Eric Travers and Shane St. Clair are down and out...
St. Clair rammed his head into the steel post with the follow through from
that spear, and he is in rough shape.

Jack Anderson: They all are...

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IWF/WOW EGOS & ICONS 2001 CONTINUES...


Jim Robson: This match has been brutal on both Travers and St. Clair, and I
really have to give credit to referee Geoff Cartwright for keeping control
of this match, but now unfortunately all three men are down in the ring.

Jack Anderson: What's going to happen!? Co-President Jurkschat is still out
here watching, keeping an eye on the match. What is he going to do?

Jim Robson: Right now he's just watching as all three men are down in the
ring, not moving at all.

[Suddenly, two very large men dressed in black jeans, black masks, and
D.A.R.E. t-shirts come out through the crowd.]

Jack Anderson: Oh my... 

Jim Robson: We have seen these two before, but not recently. 

Jack Anderson: I wish I knew just who they were.

Jim Robson: They're getting in the ring... they've got Shane St. Clair!! 

Jack Anderson: YEAH!!

Jim Robson: Look at IWF/WOW co-President Jurkschat! He looks furious as he
watches this.

Jack Anderson: But what is he going to do? He's what? One hundred and fifty
pounds? One of these guys' legs weights more than he does! Jurkschat would
be no match for them.

Jim Robson: Which explains why he's not getting involved - but he is pacing
outside of the ring. These two large men are beating St. Clair down in the
centre of the ring, all the while Travers and the referee are out cold.

Jack Anderson: One of the men picks up St. Clair.... MONSTER POWERBOMB!!! 

Jim Robson: Oh my...

Jack Anderson: Oh yeah! This is great.

Jim Robson: These two HUGE men are standing over St Clair, looking down on
his beaten body...

[Crowd pops]

Jack Anderson: What's HE doing out here!?!?

[The screen changes cameras and shows Vice President Thompson walking down
the aisle, with a stern look on his face.]

Jim Robson: Vice President Thompson is coming down to put a stop to this
nonsense... if co-President Jurkschat won't, maybe he will... Wait...
What's he doing?

[The camera once again shows Thompson, this time motioning for one of the
men to go to the top rope, and then motioning for them to remove their
masks.  The two men remove their masks, and a loud pop echoes throughout the
MCI Center as long time IWF/WOW fans recognize the two men in the ring.]

Jim Robson: OH MY GAWD!!

Jack Anderson: BODY COUNT!?!?

Jim Robson: ANTHONY THOMAS AND AL BARBER ARE STANDING IN THE RING OF THE MCI
CENTER!!  THE TWO TIME FORMER AND FIRST IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ARE
ATTACKING SHANE ST CLAIR!!!  AND VICE PRESIDENT THOMPSON IS NOT DOING A DAMN
THING TO STOP THIS!!!

[The crowd pops and a camera shows Commissioner McMannis coming down the
aisle. Thompson sees him and turns towards him putting his hand up to stop
him.  A camera moves in close.]

Nate McMannis: Why the hell are you letting them do this!?!?

VP Thompson: I found your "punishment" of Shane St Clair for throwing my
sister-in-law off the second deck of the MAYHEM Arena to be insufficient.

Nate McMannis: I'm stopping this...

VP Thompson: YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING MCMANNIS!!!  Remember what happened
to Kenneth Halston?  You may have control over some of the wrestling in the
I/W, but ultimately, you still report to ME!!

Nate McMannis: This is WRONG!!

VP Thompson: No...  I'm RIGHTING a wrong, and doing something I should have
done in the first place.  So DON'T MOVE!!

[The glare in Thompson's eyes is stern, and McMannis, against his will,
backs away but stays close. Suddenly, co-President Jurkschat, who has been
watching what has been going on, walks over to Thompson looking furious.]

co-President Jurkschat: What the hell are you doing Wade?

[VP Thompson starts to walk away, but Jurkschat grabs his shoulder and stops
him.]

VP Thompson: Sorry Chris, but I have to do this.

[With that, VP Thompson winds up and takes a swing at co-President
Jurkschat, knocking him to the floor and out cold.]

Jim Robson: I can't believe VP Thompson just hit his boss!

Jack Anderson: Somehow, I don't think he really wanted too.

[Thompson turns away from Jurkschat and McMannis, and the camera picks up
Body Count continuing to beat on St Clair.  Barber, the larger of the two
lifts St Clair to his feet, and then lifts him up on his shoulders, and goes
into the corner.]

Jim Robson: Al Barber has St Clair seated on his shoulders, and Anthony
Thomas is on the top rope.  They used to call this move Lights Out...  TOP
ROPE BULLDOG!!!  ST CLAIR IS OUT COLD!!!

Jack Anderson: Talk about justice!!  I didn't think Thompson still had it in
him!!

Jim Robson: Barber and Thomas are exiting the ring, and walking to over to
where Thompson and McMannis are standing in the aisle.

[Thompson looks back into the ring and catches the eye of a surprised Eric
Travers who has pulled himself up to his knees and is leaning on the ropes.
Thompson turns back to McMannis and points to the back.  McMannis stands
firm, but then grudgingly begins to move as the two 300 plus pound members
of Body Count move towards him.  McMannis looks extremely angered as he
turns and walks to the back.]

Jim Robson: McMannis is making his way to the back, and he looks none too
happy with what has gone down.  Thompson, with Thomas on one side, and
Barber on the other is walking back...  

[Crowd pops again]

Jim Robson: Thompson's wife, and former manager Heather has just appeared in
the entranceway, along with her sister Tricia Lane!!!

Jack Anderson: I'm glad she's up and moving again after that shot Fleur
Gardyn gave her!!

[Thompson stops in front of the two women.  The camera shows a close view of
the five people in the entrance.  You can clearly see Heather look at
Thompson and say "Thank you".  VP Thompson, looks at her and takes her hand
in his, gives it a squeeze, and then walks behind the curtain as his wife
looks on.]

Jim Robson: VP Thompson doesn't look very happy. I don't think he wanted to
do some of the things he did, like take out Jurkschat.

Jack Anderson: Who cares, I'm thrilled!!

[Heather looks back at Body Count and thanks them as well, hugging both of
them and then walks behind the curtain.  Body Count each get a hug from Lane
as well before they too disappear behind the curtain.  Lane, who is dressed
in a pair of Nike tear-aways and an Eric Travers "Black and Gold" t-shirt
runs down the aisle and over to Travers who is just getting to his feet.]

Jim Robson: Travers just has to pin St. Clair now!!  Travers lifts St Clair,
and drags him over to the ropes.  OH MY WORD!!!!

Jack Anderson: THAT HAD TO HURT!!

Jim Robson: Tricia Lane just slapped St. Clair as hard as I've EVER seen a
woman slap a man!! Travers smiles and pulls St. Clair to his feet. 

Jack Anderson: Travers is setting St. Clair up for the Epic Ending!! Folks,
new World Champion in just a few short minutes!!

Jim Robson: NO!!!!!!!! WAIT!! IWF/WOW CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT HAS JUST
ENTERED THE RING!!

Jack Anderson: What the hell!? 

Jim Robson: He's gotten up after the hit Thompson gave him earlier...
Jurkschat has a chair...







                        ********** SMACK **********




Jack Anderson: What the hell!?!

Jim Robson: Co-President Jurkschat just hit Eric Travers with that steel chair!!

Jack Anderson: Is this what he considers letting the rightful champion win?
If so, he should be ashamed of himself!

Jim Robson: After the actions of Body Count, I think it is more than fair.
Tricia Lane is stunned on the outside, but Travers isn't phased too badly by
the chair shot.

Jack Anderson: Thank god!!

Jim Robson: But now Travers is looking on at Jurkschat!!

Jack Anderson: Jurkschat had better run!! Everyone knows there is no love
lost between those two, dating back to when Jurkschat made his return back
in January... hell, dating back to years before that when he tried to hold
Travers back from becoming the star he has become!!

Jim Robson: HOLD ON!!! HERE COMES SHANE ST. CLAIR FROM BEHIND!!

Jack Anderson: WHAT!?! NO!!!

Jim Robson: St. Clair catches Eric Travers... he whips him around... KICK TO
THE STOMACK OF ERIC TRAVERS!!

Jack Anderson: This isn't fair!!

Jim Robson: St. Clair with Travers now... HEADLINER PILEDRIVER!!! IT COULD
BE OVER RIGHT HERE!!

Jack Anderson: NO!!

Jim Robson: St. Clair is really dazed, but he's covering Travers. Jurkschat
is picking referee Geoff Cartwright up! He's telling him to make the count!!

Jack Anderson: Okay, how about an unbiased President out here?

Jim Robson: Cartwright makes the count... the crowd here in the United
Centre is going nuts!!!

Jack Anderson: This isn't right!

Jim Robson: The count...

1
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2
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2.76
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2.86
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2.999999999999
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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Jack Anderson: NO!!!!!!!

Jim Robson: YES! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!!

Jack Anderson: This can't be right... this isn't happening! This is _NOT_
happening!!

Jim Robson: It is! St. Clair retains the title... ST. CLAIR RETAINS THE TITLE!!

Jack Anderson: NO!!! 

Jim Robson: Co-President Jurkschat is walking over and grabbing the IWF/WOW
World Heavyweight belt and the house mic from the time table. He's getting
in the ring.

Jack Anderson: What a moron.

Jim Robson: Jurkschat hands the title to Shane St. Clair and raises his
hands!!! The fans here are going wild! They cannot believe it!

CO-PRESIDENT JURKSCHAT: The winner of this match...

                
                ... and _STILL_ IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion ...

                        
                                ... "THE HEADLINER" SHANE ST. CLAIR!!!

[MEGA pop from the fans as both St. Clair and Jurkschat raise their hands
together.]

Jim Robson: It's official!

Jack Anderson: NO! This can't be happening...

Jim Robson: It has! Jurkschat and St. Clair! Jurkschat and St. Clair!!

Jack Anderson: Give me a break! Eric Travers should be the first three time
IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion... it's a crime! A damn crime committed
by co-President Jurkschat!! I hope someone will finally get rid of him...
hell, bring back Will Foster for all I care!!! 

Jim Robson: Oh my...

Jack Anderson: This is the worst thing that could ever happen! I cannot
believe it.... I just can't...

[The scene fades out from the pay-per-view as St. Clair wraps the IWF/WOW
World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, and continues to celebrate
inside the arena as the credits roll...]

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