[The following words fall on top of each other like bricks.] END OF THE WORLD (Then they crumble to reveal the following IWF/WOW footage of Hades/Fusion from 4/10). JR: HERE COMES THE CHAMPION!! HE'S BEEN GONE FOR THREE WEEKS AND NOW HE'S BACK!!! Look at Hades and Fusion! Both of them have stopped dead in their tracks!! ["Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J plays over the footage. The Words "DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK!" flash on the screen.] RRJ: ...I have to actually condone James for taking the initiative and making a step foward for himself. And well, I do kinda miss Bootie; but the fact is that we're human beings, and friends, are more important to me than foot apparell. RRJ: Lately Hades has been going around sticking those world title shot buttons in peoples asses and causing a big bloody mess. What the hell is up with that? Then every time he bends over you see the word "God" written all over his ass. I don't think he's quite figured out yet that Ron is God, and God is Ron... JR: Hades is looking over this way...I think he sees you, RRJ. He's going down to ringside now and he's going underneath the ring for...He's got another campaign button! He's headed to the ring and it looks like he's gonna pin Fusion with it. RRJ: Not if I can help it... (RRJ takes off the headset and jumps at Hades and the fans pop. RRJ and Hades go at it and they fall to the outside of the ring.)... FUSION LAYS IT TO MONOSSO NOW, AND RAZOR RON JEREMY AND HADES BATTLE ON THE OTHER SIDE!! [The footage flickers back & forth between black & white and color, finally ending with a building beeing blown up...then fading into the end of the 4/15 BattleCentre main event of Hades vs. Jedah] Hall: WAIT A MINUTE...RAZOR RON JEREMY IS IN THE RING, AND SNATCHES THOSE BUTTONS AWAY FROM HADES!! Clinton: HE JUST STUCK HADES IN THE REAR END WITH BOTH OF THOSE!! [The footage of RRJ sticking in the buttons repeats over and over again, leaving the wild face of RRJ playing to "Stone Cold Crazy" by Metallica which also continues into the events following Magnus Colby's retirement on 4/17.] HADES: And let's not even talk about Ron Jeremy...Ron Jeremy has single-handedly made a complete mockery of that title, this federation, and this sport!...And I don't know what's worse, the fact that this federation that I busted my ass for years in to build up has stooped to this level, of the fact that all of these mongoloid fans eat this shit up!!...This USED to be a noble profession and I wrestled here when it was! And it sickens me to see what it has come to today! This isn't wrestling anymore. This is a f*cking joke! And all of us are the butt of that joke and you idiots don't even realize it! Well, I REFUSE TO BE THE BUTT!!!!...I want my god damned title shot and I want it RIGHT NOW! [The line repeats] RIGHT NOW!! RIGHT NOW!! RIGHT NOW!! RIGHT NOW!! RIGHT NOW!! Anthony Edwards: You were obnoxious, threw up on yourself on occasion, and were even arrested because of it! You made headlines, Hades! Congratulations! And the rest of America looked at those headlines and thought "oh, it's one of those redneck wrestlers!" You want to talk about giving the sport a bad name, what about that Hades? HADES: I'm not going back there, Tony! That's behind me! What do you think the 3 months off was for? You think I was lounging around the house? I was rehabbing! And besides, even as a drunk, I was a better World Champion than Razor Ron Jeremy! [Hades, seeming vindicated, stares back at the entryway. Edwards looks pissed off.] Anthony Edwards: You were a PATHETIC World Champion then, Hades.... PATHETIC PATHETIC PATHETIC PATHETIC PATHETIC PATHETIC Crowd: Oooooh!! Jim Robson: OH MY GOD!! HADES JUST ATTACKED ANTHON.... HADES: ...you should have kept your god damn mouth shut like I told you to! Now YOU are my hostage! You want to defend the sideshow acts in this fed, let's see if they defend you by not trying to be heroes! The fact is, there is only one "wrestler" in the building that I am allowing to come to ringside......and that's Razor Ron Jeremy! GET OUT HERE NOW!!! STONE COLD CRAZY LO!!! ["My World" by Guns N' Roses plays] RRJ: SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!!!! (Crowd Pop.) RRJ: Tony, hang in there man, I'm not gonna bail on ya. Let him go, Rudolph, it's me you want, right!?...YOU GOT YOUR SHOT, NOW LET HIM GO YOU PUSSY!! RRJ: You call this whole thing "noble"? You think hurting Edwards like that is the work of a "banner-carrier"? And you think plainly saying "shit," but not saying "f*ck" is not a "fault"? plainly saying "shit," but not saying "f*ck" plainly saying "shit," but not saying "f*ck" plainly saying "shit," but not saying "f*ck" plainly saying "shit," but not saying "f*ck" JR: Well I don't really see what that last part has to do with... RRJ: You say that I've single-handedly sunk the I/W, that this company has sunk to the bowels of the cockroach trenches simply because The Double-R Jay is the champ....I'm the champion while this company is AT ITS PRIME!! AT ITS PRIME!! AT ITS PRIME!! AT ITS PRIME!! AT ITS PRIME!! AT ITS PRIME!! HADES: But what you did do, Ronny, is over-emphasize your own importance to this league. You think THIS is the I/W's prime?? THIS?!?!...I was here in the IWF/WOW's "glory days"...this is pathetic today!...You go right ahead and have your fun now while you still can. Make everyone laugh, crack a few jokes, play with your boot, make more of a mockery of the title, whatever! Do it, Ron....I want you to. Laugh it up! RRJ: And based on the fact that I'm still World Champion, and based on the fact that each and every fans out here still cheers me when I enter, THEN I MUST BE DOING A PRETTY DAMN GOOD JOB OF BEING A CHAMPION!!...I can see right through that Rudolph nose of yours, and I can plainly see that you are nothing more than a coward...a pusillanimous penis wrinkle pusillanimous penis wrinkle pusillanimous penis wrinkle pusillanimous penis wrinkle pusillanimous penis wrinkle [Then in slow motion] pyoo-sil-an-ni-mous-pee-nis-rin-kal who runs around with sharp, un-sterile needles that you pierce through your opponents' flesh...And If Anthony Edwards couldn't get that message across to you mentally, then as the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion, I'll have to get that message across physically. (RRJ hops up onto the ring apron and climbs inside. He and Hades get into a nose to nose staredown. RRJ slowly begins to speak again). RRJ: The End of the World Cannot happen without The Battle of the Gods, and I will continue on as the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion for a long, long time making you the big fat, ugly butt of every joke; simply because you don't have the balls, simply because the fans hate you now more than ever, and simply cuz Ron is God... (RRJ puts the mic down, but the fans still say...) AND GOD IS RON!!! HADES: _I_ am the one and only GOD OF WRESTLING around here, and you can shove that boot straight up your f*cking ass, right alongside your head! (RRJ suckerpunches Hades. The HOA storms the ring and Marconi clips RRJ from behind. Dark Bishop kicks RRJ in the ribs while Mike Marconi hits RRJ repeatedly with a chair. RRJ is motionless). RRJ: THE HOA IS ATTACKING RRJ!! AND HE'S OUT COLD!! Get security, get EMTs! BOTH THE CHAMPION AND ANTHONY EDWARDS NEED HELP!! (Hades shakes off the punch and begins to viciously stomp RRJ in the back of the head.) JR: MY GOD! SOMEONE GET SOME HELP OUT HERE! THEY'RE BEATING HIM TO DEATH! TO DEATH! TO DEATH! TO DEATH! (Hades grabs the IWF/WOW World title and holds it up to the crowd, who meet him with a chorus of boos. The camera zooms in on Hades holding the World belt above his head as Dark Bishop and Mike Marconi can be seen kicking RRJ in the background.) [The suckerpunch and the swarm attack rewinds and then plays again in fast motion. "Killing in the Name of" by Rage Against the Machine plays.] HADES: I must say though, I am happy that I was able to bring out a different Ron Jeremy than we're used to seeing this past Monday. We're used to seeing him acting like an asshole, making a fool out of himself, speaking nonsensical garbage that has nothing to do with wrestling. But on Monday, I managed to get you to really vent your anger, Ron. And I'm glad. I'm glad that for once you didn't have to resort to a "comedy act". However, you still spoke a bunch of nonsensical garbage. RRJ: What he and his stupid goons did to me is NOT gonna happen again! Never!...those last few minutes of Mayhem...That was totally despicable, and I'm gonna send him right back to hell for what he did to me, what he did to the fans, and what he did to you Mr. Edwards...the Battle of the Gods is gonna be a brutal one. It's gonna have broken noses and broken beer bottles and broken Slim Whitman records that repeat over and over again. But repetition is a good thing, Tony. Just like when I say CUZ RON IS GOD, AND GOD IS RON for those people like Hades who may not get it the first time. HADES: I can promise you ONE thing.... [Hades gets an evil glare in his eye.] HADES:...after End of the World, NO ONE will be laughing! And certainly not you... RRJ: It's gonna be a repetitive pounding repetitive repetitive repetitive repetitive repetitive pounding that goes in threes: one for me, one for the fans, and one for you, Tony. Everything I do to Hades will happen over and over and over again. Every punch, every kick, every basic wrestling move that any idiot knows how to do. Then every Pump Handle Slam, then every Hedgehog, and woah boy, every Tree of Woe. But my favorite is gonna be every Boo-tie-CALL!! How red with blood his face is gonna be. Then that final pin that represents everything in repetition: 1!.....for the fans, 2!....for Mr. Edwards, and then 3!!!....for the Double-R Jay to finally end the Battle of the Gods, and to retain the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title just one more time, CUZ RON IS GOD AND GOD IS RON!! [The footage from Christmas Madness IV shows Razor Ron Jeremy pinning Cooper Concrete.] 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING!!! HADES: The man is, plain and simply, a disgrace and a mockery to wrestling. And the small beating that he got from myself and the HOA on Mayhem is just a small sample of what's going to happen to his sideshow ass at End of the World...Ron Jeremy is a tumor on the entire wrestling industry. He is the reason that we're not taken seriously by the general public! And at End of the World, I aim to cut that tumor OUT of the wrestling industry. Last year at End of the World Last year at End of the World Last year at End of the World Last year Last year Last year, I won my first World title in this federation by beating THREE men! ... [Cuts to the footage of Hades vs. Chris Fisher on 4/24.] JR: THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAS RETURNED! OH MY GOD!! HE'S BACK!! HE'S BACK!! HE'S BACK!! HE'S BACK!! HE'S BACK!! HE'S BACK!! JA: ...But why has he come back? What's his motive? It's been very well documented that he hates BOTH Hades and Fisher. JR: Look now, he's walking over to Hades! They're staring each other down! You can feel the tension in the arena! JA: WOAH! AoD just turned around and nailed CHRIS FISHER!! HE'S POUNDING HIM!! HADES JUST WATCHES IDLY IN THE CORNER!! AND NOW THE CROWD IS BOOING THE AOD OUT OF THE BUILDING!! [The AoD spread his arms to the crowd and now Hades approaches. The AoD can feel someone standing behind him, and he turns around. Once again, Hades and the AoD stare each other down.] JA: HADES IS TURNING AWAY! IT WAS JUST A PEACE OFFERING!! [Suddenly, the AoD takes out a bottle of Jack Daniel's from his robe...] WHACK!!!!!!!!! JR: OH MY GOD!!! [The beer bottle bashing repeats a few times, and almost goes into the Stone Cold Steve Austin theme...but doesn't because of trademark policy :)] [Glass shatters and liquor splatters everywhere, and Hades is swimming in the middle of it, completely knocked out from the shot. Now the AoD takes off the mask!] JR: IT'S RAZOR RON JEREMY! IT WAS RRJ THE WHOLE TIME!! THE CROWD GOES ABSOLUTELY BANANAS!! JA: Wait, Hades is getting back up again! THIS GUY DOESN'T GO DOWN FOR ANYTHING!! HADES: YOU'RE DEAD RON JEREMY!! YOU HEAR ME?!?!, YOU'RE F*CKING DEAD YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! RRJ: Now _there's_ the markings of a good champion! Just like we had talked about...swimming around in JD, cursing like Tommy Lasorda, and bleeding out of every orifice. Maybe all you really need is a drink Hades...It oughta shut you up a little bit...but let's all hope it doesn't piss you off even more after what's about to happen...CUZ RON IS GOD... Crowd: AND GOD IS RON!! JR: What's he talking about? Is Razor Ron Jeremy gonna run back to the ring now? Hades wants him in the ring! We could have End of the World happen right now! JA: Look! Up in the rafters...It's a bird, it's a... JR: IT'S BOOTIE!! IT'S FALLING STRAIGHT FROM THE RAFTERS!! [Camera flashes go all over the arena as gravity pulls Bootie down in the direction of Hades' head, and the flight is interspeced with footage of a bomb ready to crash and explode on a testing site.] !@#$%CLUNK%$#@! KA-BOOM!! !@#$%CLUNK%$#@! KA-BOOM!! !@#$%CLUNK%$#@! KA-BOOM!! !@#$%CLUNK%$#@! KA-BOOM!! (Crowd pops!) JR: MY GOD, BOOTIE JUST CAME CRASHING DOWN RIGHT ON TOP OF HADES HEAD!! HE DIDN'T SEE IT!! AND NOW HE'S OUT AGAIN!!! JA: How could he see it? He was staring at RRJ the whole time. JR: That damn thing had a lot of velocity behind it, is Hades gonna be okay? Now RRJ is coming back to the ring! He's totally humiliated his challenger at End of the World...this is far from over folks. These two men will collide at End of the World, May the First on Pay-Per-View! Who will be the champion?! Hades or Razor Ron Jeremy? RRJ came out on top this week, but who knows what can happen! It's Pay-Per-View! It's the Battle of the Gods! Battle of the Gods! Battle of the Gods! Battle of the Gods! Battle of the Gods! RRJ: CUZ RON IS GOD AND GOD IS RON!! HADES: _I_ am the one and only GOD OF WRESTLING... RIGHT NOW!! PATHETIC plainly saying "shit," but not saying "f*ck" AT ITS PRIME!! pusillanimous penis wrinkle TO DEATH!! repetative Last year at End of the World HE'S BACK!! !@#$%CLUNK%$#@! KA-BOOM!! RRJ: I WILL avenge Hades for what he did to you. I WILL break his nose even more so that he'll look like some kind of freaky skeleton. HADES: It's the End of the World for the IWF/WOW, but it's an end of a reign for you, RRJ... [The pixels on the screen get blurrier and become more circular...The final picture turns into a bajillion spinning "Hades For World Title Shot" campaign buttons, and they spin faster and faster until they merge into one. It rolls to the right hand side of the screen as a graphic of Bootie moves up to the left hand side. They gear up and collide into each other to produce a huge explosion that finally fades away to reveal the sold out arena of roaring fans with a wide array of signs.] Jim Robson: We are coming to you live from Vancouver, BC! The Pacific Coliseum has a sold out crowd! This great old building has been the scene of the Stanley Cup finals. Now the IWF/WOW brings the End of the World. Let's have a quick run down of the matches: "Professor" Steve West vs Daemon Winters Cooper Concrete & Richard James vs Harbringers of the Apocalypse [Asylum Of Nightmares match] James Monosso vs Fusion [Cage match] "Method Man" Chris Fisher vs Jeremy Stenzel [Hell of Earth North American title match] John Grenchen vs Richard Blair [Intercontinental title match] Tommy Grayson vs John Van Mann [World tag team title match] West Coast Connection vs Lightning Bolts [World title match] Razor Ron Jeremy vs Hades Jack Anderson: Mike Marconi recorded these comments yesterday. [The scene opens once again inside of Club Erotica, one of the higher class Strip Club that Pittsburgh has to offer. The camera pans around the room for a secend, then stops on two gentlemen sitting in a corner booth. Both wearing T-shirts that seem to have the letters H-O-A on the fron tof them in red. As the camera zooms closer, the two men turn out to be none other than Dark Bishop and Mike Marconi] (V)arconi: Well Bish, only five hours till show time. Guess we should start thinking about making our way to the airport. I mean, normally, I wouldn't care, but there's no way we can let those two get ANY type of win over us. [Bishop nods, finishes his glass of straight Absolute Vodka, then leaves the table] (V)arconi: But I will stay a few extra minutes in order to give the I/W a better idea of whats going to happen later tonight. I/W cameraman: Mr Marconi, Anthony Edwards will be here shortly. (V)arconi: First of all, I never gave you permission to address me, so just stand there and hold the camera or i'll fins someone else who will. Secondly, I don't need that paper thin moron holding a mic in front of my face in order to cut an interview. If anything, his sorry ass gets in my way. Now then, back to buisness. Wait, one more thing.....hey you two, get your asses over here. The Meatmachine needs some moral support. [Two very attractive Strippers come over and sit down on either side of Mike Marconi, both giggling and smiling] (V)arconi: Sometimes I look in the mirror and say, "Damn, what would I do if I wasn't me." I mean, this handsome face, this great body....sometimes life is just to easy for me. AND THEN on the other side of the coin, there are those that weren't dealt the same cards I was. A great example of that is Richard James and Cooper Concrete. And even looks aside, cause those two couldn't pick up a cheap whore even if they tried, I'm talking about talent. Cooper Concrete NEVER had any kind of talent. Cooper concrete never WILL have any talent. Sure, the man was World Champion, but when you look at how he won, and then his supposed "reign" as champion, then everybody would see just how much of a joke this guy is. I guess it takes a lot of wrestling ability to pin a drunken man, huh Coop? Too bad the period of time that you had the belt was dubbed the "ASS" phase of IWF/WoW because the talent pool around here was at the bare minimum, if not nonexistant. (V)arconi: But keeping the past in the past, lets look at your life now. NOW, you think its cool to hang around with that confused goof who thinks he's some type of American Indian. And whats even more laughable is you two morons have your sights set on the Tag Titles. Well Coop, if you think going from World Champion to wanna be Tag champions is a step in the right direction, then I suggest you rethink life for a little bit. As far as I'm concerned, I don't even want those crappy Tag Titles. Sure they would make good floormats, but I aleady have pictures of Chris Fishers Mother that I use for Floormats in my car. Botom line is this...if me and Bishop wanted the tag Titles, we could have them. But we ARE NOT tag team wrestlers, we are SINGLES wrestlers. The only reason we are wrestling you two tonight is because we HAVE TO. If I had it my way, I'd have TWO matches tonight and beat both your asses individually. But hey, sometimes you gotta do what you have to do, and what the HOA needs to do tongiht is sweep the PPV. And you know what....thats EXACTLY what's going to happen. Now ladies, if you'll excuse me, I got a plane to catch. [Mike Marconi gets up from the table and walks towards the door. Camera Cuts to black.] Jack Anderson: We'll see him in action in a few minutes. But next... Announcer's Voice: And now, Live from studio 21 in Detroit, Michigan it's the John Van Mann show. And now your host.... JOHN VAN MANN! (Camera opens to a large red curtain, rising up from the ground and IWF/WOW superstar John Van Mann walking out towards the front of the stage. The audience applauds and yells loudly with a chant of J-V-M. Van Mann is dressed in a navy blue three-piece suit. He bows to the crowd as the music finally ends.) JVM: Thank you all for coming out tonight. I'm your host and your hero, (John and crowd) JOHN VAN MANN! (Crowd erupts) JVM: We have some big plans tonight and allot to discuss. Right now please say hello to the man who bought the band, my manager: Al Steel. (The camera shows Al Steel nest to the band on his cell phone. He waves to the audience and the camera as the band starts playing. They play JVM's theme music "Champions" by Grinspoon. The camera turns back to John who is sitting behind his desk as the music ends.) JVM: Thank you band. Since this is our first show we should get people upto date on the odds and ends of the... I..W...(Squints at the Que. cards) bring them up here. (A man in jeans and a JVM-show jacket runs up with a Que. He hands it to John and runs back off camera.) JVM: Ok, the IWF/WOW. First we have a mysterious boot attacking my best friend James Monosso. We already know that it's impossible for boots to swing bats. So we have to figure out who could have done it. That's why I'm asking all the wrestling fans going to the End of the World pay per view, to bring flashlights. When the lights go out for the boot, shine them bright. (Camera then shows a shot of a poster placed by Tommy Grayson. It's the IC title, missing poster.) JVM: This just in, Tommy Grayson is missing his intercontinental title. (Crowd oohs and cheers a little.) JVM: On his poster he is offering a $10,000 reward for its return. (Stops briefly an thinks) I wonder where his title must be. Does anybody here know where it could be? (The crowd goes nuts as Al Steel walks over to John carrying the IC title over his head.) JVM: Duh! That's right I have it. But, that is a lot of money. Hey Al I want you to take this title and return it to Tommy. (Crowd boos) JVM: Hey, just relax and hear me out. Then take all the money and split it up evenly to all the people here in the audience. (Crowd erupts and stands on their feet when they hear about the money. They start chanting Jay-Vee_Emm again.) JVM: Thanks again folks. This is what I like to do for my fans. Make them happy and loyal and they will love you forever. Now back to the news on Tommy Grayson. Apparently he has decided to leave his little.. Crowd: SLUT! JVM: Good word. His friend Katrina at home. Well we at the JVM show have found out where she will be staying. (Camera shows a picture of a dog kennel. the crowd cheers and laughs at the image.) JVM: Katrina will spend the night among her friends and family. Back to be serious again though. Tommy is coming all-alone and so will I. It will be a one-on-one match at the pay-per-view for the IC title. This means that come the End of the World there will be a NEW Intercontinental champion. (Crowd cheers) JVM: we'll be right back after these brief messages. (Crowd cheers as the camera starts showing a commercial for the End of the World pay-per-view. It then shifts back to the studio and we see some police officers and the host of the Tonight Show Jay Leno. The officers are removing John Van Mann from the stage as the crowd boos.) JVM: WHAT? Come on leno said I can use the stage for a little bit. Damn, give me a break. Fine I'm leaving just let me say one thing to the audience and the camera real quick and I'm out of here. (The officers look at Jay and he shakes his head YES.) JVM: Come May 1 Grayson. You will know who I am. You will know why I am the best athlete in the sport today. And you will know why I am the next intercontinental Champion. It's all because I'm.. JVM and Crowd: JOHN VAN MANN!!!! (John's music plays again as he walks off the stage into the audience. He slaps hands with his fans and leaves out the door. Camera fades to black.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ["25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers and rise to their feet to welcome one of the IWF/WOW's legendary competitors.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The University of Higher Education standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 238 1/2 pounds, here is a former US National, North American and Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion... "PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST!!!!! [PROFESSOR STEVE WEST comes through the curtain and walks down the aisle, as machine gun style pyro follows him to the ring. Music blaring in the background, the Professor enters the ring area and acknowledges all the fans, shaking hands and begins conversing with some "smart fans" in the crowd. The Professor comes to the ring with a warm up jacket, an embroidered Professor towel, his solid coloured classic wrestling gear with either "Professor" or "Simply The Finest" on the back of the tights. The spotlight follows him towards the ring.] JR: And here comes one of the IWF’s finest competitors in "Professor" Steve West. He’s here to teach Daemon Winters a lesson tonight. ["Wasting my Hate" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction but lots of booing.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 238 pounds, here is ... DAEMON WINTERS!!!!!!!! [Winters steps through the curtain with a sneer. He wears his usual wrestling gear, long tights with a crimson slant design starting at the crotch and ending just below the knees. He has black boots with his initials DW in crimson on the outsides. His black hair is slicked back as usual and his icy blue eyes glare at his opponent with hatred. He turns to look at the fans with disgust. And then a sudden explosion thunders behind him and he stalks to the ring menacingly. He steps through the ropes, never taking his eyes off his opponent, and waits impatiently for the bell to ring.] JA: I have to admit Jim, I’m a little split on the outcome of this one. I mean, as you said Steve West is one of the IWF’s greatest, but Daemon Winters is no slouch himself. He’d just as soon tear your heart out as look at you. Plus you have to look at the big picture. The Inner Circle was great in it’s time, but the Syndicate is the future of the IWF. JR: Please, if I have to hear you rave about the Syndicate all night I’ll just get up and leave right now. JA: Oh, don’t tease me! [West and Winters circle each other in the ring. They lock up. Steve West applies an armbar, then turns it around into a hammerlock. Winters reaches under West’s legs, but West won’t have it. Winters reverses the hold. West hits with a back elbow, turns and applies a wristlock, taking Winters down. Winters does that crazy luchador nip up cartwheel and executes an armdrag takedown, applying an armbar.] JR: Well it’s all technical to begin. A great series of holds and counter holds being utilized. JA: Winters is trying to prove he can keep up with West in the submissions department. I wouldn't try that for too long, this is just basic right now. JR: West rolls out of the armbar and reverses it…..elbow smash to Winters’ shoulder….he whips Winters into the ropes….and gets knocked to the mat with a shoulderblock! Winters runs to the near sides, West dives under as he hops over, West with a leap frog, Winters on the rebound, monkey flip by West! No! Winters landed on his feet! He bounces off the ropes…West ducks a clothesline…West with an armdrag takedown and Winters is hot! Winters charges into another armdrag! Up and into another! But this time the Prof. holds on with an armbar….now into an elbow lock. JA: Winters can’t let his emotions get control of him if he wants to win this match. [Winters gets up from the elbow lock. West tries to push him back down, but Winters bridges and forces his way back up, tripping West with his heel and slamming him onto the canvas. West rolls to his feet and the two men circle and size each other up again.] JR: West and Winters lock up again…Winters with a knee to the gut…and another backing West into the corner. Winters hitting West with right hands in the corner… JA: Yeah this is exactly what Winters should do. West cannot win a slugfest with a product of the mean streets, Winters is holding him at bay. JR: Winters with a knife edge chop! And another! And another! JA: Oh I hate when their chests turn red like that! [Winters continues to pummel West in the corner until he slumps down onto the second rope. Winters then begins to choke West with his boot, pulling on the ropes for leverage as the ref counts.] Ref: One!…….Two!…..Three!……Four! [Winters releases the hold at four, only to reapply it and get a fresh count. Winters picks West up and hits him with another chop before whipping him to the opposite buckle. Winters charges in and catches a boot in the face from West, staggering him. West comes out of the corner but Winters catches him in a belly to belly suplex and goes for the pin.] Ref: One………..Two….. JR: And a kickout from the Professor. Winters is really taking it to him. Winters lifts the Prof. up by the ears and sets him up….vertical suplex! No! West lands behind Winters! He puts him in a waistlock! Winters with a back elbow! A go behind….West with an elbow! He kicks Winters in the gut…he whips him into the ropes….back body drop! Winters gets to his feet! West with a chop! West with and irish whip! Winters on the rebound…drop toehold from West! West applies an indian deathlock! JA: West is gonna break Winters knee! [Winters grimaces and pulls himself to the ropes. The ref breaks the hold as West puts a boot to Winters. West picks up Winters and snap mares him back down, applying a surfboard stretch with his knee in Winters’ spine. Winters grimaces again as the referee asks him if he wants to give up.] JR: That look on Winters’ face says it all! JA: Maybe Winters will get an education after all! JR: I wouldn’t speak too soon Jack. Winters is powering his way up….both men on their feet, West still holding on….Winters powers into a reversal…into a full nelson..no…West reverses into a hammerlock! Winters runs in a circle…he falls to the mat and the momentum carries West through the top and middle ropes to the floor! JA: What a counter! Winters better follow up though…. [West is already back up on the apron before Winters walks over. Winters goes for a forearm, but West hits him with a shoulder in the midsection between the ropes. West flips over Winters with a sunset flip, but Winters rolls backwards and grabs West’s legs. He slingshots West back over the top rope on the other side.] JA: Hah! In one side and out the other! JR: Winters follows West to the outside… JA; This means trouble for West. He does not want to be outside the ring with that sociopath. JR: I agree with you for once, Jack. Winters is dangerous. [Winters whips West into the steps, causing them to separate. Winters grabs the top half of the steps and slams it down onto West. He picks West up and whips him into the guardrail. Winters runs and clotheslines West over the rail and into the screaming, beer chugging, obscene gesturing crowd. West staggers up and Winters hooks him and suplexes him back over the rail. Winters picks West up and slings him over his shoulder, preparing to ram his shoulder into the post, but West slides down his back and pushes Winters into the post.] JR: Oh that had to hurt as the tide turns. West picks Winters up and whips him into the bottom half of those steps. He picks up the other half and slams it on Winters now! JA: An eye for an eye, Jimbo. JR: Would you quit calling me that?! JA: Sure, Jimbo. [West tosses Winters back into the ring. He enters and drops an elbow on Winters before going for a pin.] Ref: One!…………Two! [Winters kicks out. West picks Winters up and nails him with a suplex, floating over for the cover.] Ref: One… ………..Two JR: And another kickout from Winters. I have to believe it’s too early in this match for a pinfall…. JA: With these two guys in there Jimbo, you never know. JR: West picks up Winters and whips him into the ropes. No! Winters with a reversal….Winters goes for a clothesline! West counters with a crucifix! Ref: One!………..Two!……. [Winters kicks out. West and Winters reach their feet. West hits Winters with a kick to the midsection, then whips him into the buckle. Winters hits hard and staggers out into another boot to the gut from West. West hits Winters with a piledriver and makes a cover.] Ref: One……..two……three! JA: No! He kicked out! JR: Winters kicked out! That was a close one! West picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Winters ducks a clothesline….springs off the middle rope….flying forearm from Winters! A cover! Ref: One…..Two…….. [West kicks out. Winters picks West up, but West fights with a punch to the gut. Winters responds with a punch to the head. Winters hits West with a body slam, then bounces off the ropes with a legdrop. Winters then applies armbar headscissors over West.] JR: Winters with the upper hand now, cutting off the flow of blood to West’s brain with the headscissors. JA: Like I said Jimbo, Winters is no slouch himself. [Winters lets go of the hold and lifts West up, whipping him into the corner. West hits chest first, staggers back, and gets caught in a back suplex from Winters. Winters picks West up and shoves him into the corner.] JR: Winters is working over West with a series of martial arts kicks! He finishes with a back heel kick as West slumps down into the corner! Winters is just stomping West into a pulp now! [The ref intervenes and pulls Winters off of West. Winters drags West out of the corner and hits him with a snap suplex. He picks West up and hits him with a haymaker to the head with staggers him. Winters hits him again. Winters goes for another, but West ducks and catches Winters with a Russian legsweep. West picks Winters up, but Winters tosses West’s hands away and goes for a big right. West ducks again and catches Winters in an atomic drop that sends Winters over the top and to the apron. He stands up and West comes at him going for a forearm, but Winters falls down, pulling the top rope down, causing West to spill out to the outside.] JA: Steve West and the floor becoming fast friends tonight…. JR: Winters waits for West…he comes off the apron with a double axehandle! No! West saw it coming and countered with a fist to the midsection! They’re right out here in front of us! West slams Winters head into the announcer’s table! He whips Winters into the post! West picks Winters up….he goes for a slam….no, Winters slides out! He kicks West in the gut…hotshot onto the guardrail! Winters heads back into the ring…. JA: What the Hell is he doing?! He should be out there beating on West! [Winters waits for West to get up, then he runs across the ring and executes a somersault plancha over the corner.] JR: That was incredible! But we see why they call it a suicide dive as Winters is layed out next to West. JA: I can’t see the logic behind those moves. They take as much out of you as they do your opponent. JR: I hear you there. You’ll never catch me doing one of those. JA: I’ll never catch you in a wrestling ring! The day you put on tights is the day I hang myself with barbed wire. [Winters reaches his feet first and picks West up by the hair. He slams West’s head against the apron, then rolls him back inside. He climbs up on the apron and hits a Guerrero like slingshot senton before making a cover.] Ref: One………….Two………Three! JR: No! West got a shoulder up! Amazing! JA: Not from West it isn’t. He’s still got a lot left in him. But not if things keep going the way they do. [The fans erupt in cheers] JR: What? What’s happening now? [The camera changes to the causeway to reveal Ina coming down to ringside. She stands outside the ring and watches, neither West nor Winters noticing yet.] JA: What’s that she-bitch doing down here!? JR: She’s obviously here to get to Winters somehow…. JA: Then again, you never know. She might be here scoping Winters out. You know how women who hang around Hightower gravitate towards Syndicate men….. JR: Jack, she’s a married woman! JA: Yeah, well maybe she isn’t getting what she needs at home….. JR: You’re disgusting! Winters picks West up and whips him into the ropes….tilt a whirl ….he’s got West over his shoulder….down into a side salto suplex! What a move! Winters moving around to West’s legs….. [Winters applies what seems to be a sharpshooter, but turns West over, still facing the same direction. From there, Winters grabs Steve West’s chin in a reverse chinlock and lifts him into the air. West growls in agony.] JR: I don’t know what to call this hold, but Winters has West completely elevated off the mat and boxed up! JA: It looks like some kind of deathlock, chinlock combo! [The ref asks West if he wants to submit, but West declines. Winters holds him up with a sadistic smile for a few seconds, then releases the hold. He stands over West, then drops down and begins punching him repeatedly in the head. He drags West up and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a spinning back chop. He picks West up and measures him, then hits him right in the heart with a palm blow, knocking him to the mat. Winters goes for the pin.] Ref: One……..Two [Ina gets up on the apron and the ref stops counting to tell her to get down. Winters sees her and stands up as she jumps down. Winters goes over to the ropes and starts jawing at Ina.] JA: Winters better keep his mind on this match. JR: West is staring to recover. He’s reaching his feet! [Winters turns around and catches West with a punch. He whips West into the other ropes, but puts his head down too early and West goes for a backslide.] JR: Quick reversal! Ref: One…….Two…… JR: No! Winters kicks out! And he is angry! He stomps West! He picks him up and whips him into the ropes…..hiptoss! No! Blocked by West and countered with a swinging neckbreaker! West is getting some momentum! He picks Winters up and whips him into the ropes….knee to the gut! Gutwrench suplex! A cover! Ref: One…….Two…… JR: Winters kicks out! West picks him up and whips him into the buckle….West follows in…clothesline! Knife edge chop! He puts Winters on the top rope…he climbs up….Winters fights back with rights! He knocks West off! Winters is perched on the top! But West is up! He falls on the ropes! Winters just racked himself! He falls to the apron! [Winters holds his jewel while West rests a little on the ropes. Winters gets up and West goes to knock him off, but Winters blocks the shot and retaliates. Winters goes for a springboard lariat, but West sees it and catches Winters in a shoulderlock.] JR: Oh my god! What a counter! Not only is Winters caught in a shoulderlock, but he also got his face slammed into the canvas on the way down! JA: Look at Winters! His face is twisted in agony! I can’t tell if that’s a smile or a grimace! He’s reaching for the ropes! [Winters reaches out and drags himself over to the ropes, finally reaching with a stretch. West releases the hold and picks Winters up and hits with a fisherman ’s suplex.] Ref: One….Two….. JR: Winters kicks out! West drags him up again…a go behind….full nelson…dragon suplex! Ref: One…….Two…….Three! JA: NO! Winters kicks out again! Where does he get this! JR: West picks Winters up…Irish whip into the buckle! Winters hits chest first and staggers back…West with a german suplex….and another….and another. Winters is stuck in detention! Ref: One…….Two…….Three! JR: NO! Winters kicked out again! West goes for a russian legsweep…no! He rolls forward and puts Winters in an anklelock! [Winters grimaces and pounds the mat. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Winters grabs the ref by the collar pulls him to his face and yells, "FOR THE LAST TIME NO DAMMIT!" Winters drags himself to the ropes and West releases the hold.] JR: Well I guess the ref is through asking Winters if he wants to submit…. JA: Winters would die from the pain before he gave an opponent that satisfaction…..but then again, he hasn’t been put in the STF yet. [West picks Winters up and whips him into the ropes, but puts his head down too soon. Winters hits him with a kick that staggers him back to the ropes. Winters charges, but West ducks the clothesline. West hits Winters with a dropkick that sends Winters over the top and to the floor. Ina walks over to Winters and starts to help him up, seemingly helping.] JR: What the hell?! JA: I was right! I was right! She wants Winters! [Winters gets up and tosses Ina’s hands away with a confused/angry look. He stares at her as West jumps off the apron and nails him with a forearm.] JR: Winters caught sleeping there! West whips him into the steps! He puts a boot to him! West slams his head into the apron! Again! No! Winters blocked and reversed! Winters kicks West in the gut! Winters whips West into the guardrail! Winters slams West on the outside! [Winters walks away looking for a weapon as Ina comes over to West and helps him up.] JR: Now what is she doing? She’s on West’s side? JA: Who knows? But if I was Johnston I’d be worried…. JR: Winters has a chair! He drops it and tosses West back into the ring. He picks it back up and rolls into the ring. [Winters lodges the chair in the corner between the top and middle ropes. He kicks West in the gut and pushes him back into the corner. Winters whips him into the buckle, but West reverses and Winters hits his head and shoulder on the chair as he goes in.] JR: MY GOD! Winters just got rammed face first into that steel chair. It shot out from between the ropes and to the floor from the impact! JA: Winters has to be completely unconscious after that! [Winters is layed out on the mat. West steps over him and climbs to the top rope] JR: West…..HONOUR ROLL MOONSAULT! Ref: One……Two……..Three! JA: NO! WINTERS KICKED OUT! WINTERS KICKED OUT! JR: He barely got a shoulder up there! West looks stunned! He pulls Winters up….he goes for a suplex….no Winters escapes! Reverse neckbreaker! Both men down! Ref: ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN [West and Winters reach their knees] EIGHT NINE [Both men reach their feet. Winters charges West and West ducks a clothesline. West grabs Winters in a waistlock, but Winters hits with a back elbow and a go behind. West goes for a back elbow, but Winters duck as West spins around. Winters hits with an inverted atomic drop and then a northern lights suplex.] JR: ONE…..TWO….THREE! JA: NO! WEST KICKS OUT! INCREDIBLE! JR: Ladies and gentlemen, these two men have been beating the crap out of each other like madmen! I can’t believe their endurance! JA: Will you shut up Jim?! Winters is about to put West out for good! [Winters gets West up in a fireman’s carry, but West slides out and hooks Winters in a tiger suplex.] Ref: ONE………….TWO………… JR: Yet another kickout…this is insane. JA: They want it too much Jim! JR: West picks Winters up…he whips him into the buckle. Winters hits hard as West walks in after him. West hits with a knife edge chop! Uh oh! That woke Winters up! [Winters grabs West and throws him into the corner. Winters unloads on West with a series of right hands as the ref admonishes him. Winters puts West on the top rope and climbs up after him. Winters goes for a superplex, but West blocks with a few shots to the gut, then counters with a front suplex.] JR: Winters sent down hard! [Winters gets up holding his stomach and dazed. West comes off the second rope with a bulldog.] JR: What a move! West needs to follow up! The cover! Ref: One……..two………three! JR: NO! ANOTHER KICKOUT! JA: Winters’ face just crashed of that canvas! West and Winters have got to be wondering what the hell they have to do to win! JR: West picks up Winters….no….Winters kicks him in the gut! Jumping ddt! The cover! Ref: ONE…….TWO………..THREE JR: NO! WEST KICKED OUT! JA: WINTERS IS PISSED! [Winters begins pounding West with his fists as the ref yells at him. Ina steps upon to the apron and the ref diverts his attention to her. Winters takes the opportunity to choke West.] JR: Ina is distracting the ref for Winters! JA: I told you! I told you! She’s a slut! [Winters picks West up and hits him with a kick to the midsection. He whips West into the turnbuckle, who hits chest first and staggers back as Winters bounces off the near side. Winters nails West with a spinning wheel kick. He picks West up and whips him across, but West reverses into an arm twist, a hammerlock, and finally the cross-faced chicken wing.] JR: West has it locked in tight! JA: Winters will not submit! [Winters screams and backs West into the corner. Both men catch their breath before Winters turn around. West hits Winters with a kick to the gut, then rolls him up in a small package.] Ref: One……….Two…….. JR: Winters kicks out…..West picks him up…..Irish whip…no! Winters reverses! Into a legsweep ddt! He just drove West’s head into the canvas with that inverted russian legsweep! Both men down again! Ref: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight [Winters rolls an arm over onto West.] Ref (and crowd): ONE TWO THREE! JA: NO! WEST GOT A SHOULDER UP! THESE FANS ARE GOING NUTS! JR: I CAN"T HEAR YOU! Winters and West groggy! Winters whips West into the corner…no! West reverses, but Winters goes for a short arm clothesline! West ducks and goes behind! Winters with an elbow and a go behind! Winters grabs West arms! Cobra clutch! He’s got West in the cobra clutch! JA: West isn’t giving in! [Winters holds him for a few seconds longer before bulldogging him to the mat with the hold. He goes for the cover, but Ina gets up on the apron. Winters gets up and walks over to her. Ina starts moving seductively and runs her hands down Winters scarred chest.] JR: What in the hell is she doing! JA: I told you she wants Winters! JR: If she was really on Winters side she would have just let him get the pin. She’s giving West time to recover! [Ina continues to rub Winters’ chest. He looks confused at first, but then he cracks a smile and looks at the crowd.] JR: Winters is getting distracted! [Winters smile quickly turns to a demonic grin as he turns and forearms Ina straight off the apron to the floor.] JR:WINTERS JUST CLOCKED INA! SHE"S DOWN! WHAT A DISGUSTING THING TO DO! JA: That is a cold, cold, man Jim. Ina should have known better. [Winters trash talks her before turning around to catch a boot in the gut by West, followed by…] JR: THE FINAL EVALUATION! THE COVER! Ref(and crowd): ONE TWO THREE! JR: NO! NO! WINTERS KICKED OUT! WINTERS KICKED OUT! [West pounds the mat in frustration. He stands up and grabs Winters legs………] JR: THIS IS IT! SIMPLY THE FINEST! JA: CAN HE TURN HIM OVER!? [Winters kicks West off with his free leg. West comes at Winters and hits him with a knife edge chop. Winters responds with a chop. West with a right. Winters with a right. West goes for a kick, but Winters catches his leg. Winters spins West around and kicks him in the gut. He locks West up in a double underhook and drives him into the mat with…..] JR: THE SILENCER! IT"S ALL OVER! [Winters rolls West off of his face and hooks the leg.] Ref: ONE TWO THREE! JA: THAT"S IT! WINTERS GOT HIM! [DING DING DING] RA: The winner of this match by pinfall………DAEMON WINTERS! JR: I’ll be damned! That bastard won! He gave him a pedigree and got the win! JA: What a match! JR: I can’t believe he hit Ina! Look, the medical team is coming out to look at her! [The medics bring out a stretcher as Winters music plays. The ref tries to raise Winters hand but Winters won’t have it. He rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. He is met halfway by Mike Johnston, who spears him on the ramp. The two begin rolling around trading blows before the medics and the referees separate them. Johnston is going crazy as the men hold him back, shouting at Winters. Winters just smiles smugly and walks to the back.] JR: Look at that s.o.b! He satisfied that he did that! JA: Ina deserved it, Jim! She shouldn’t have stuck her nose where it didn’t belong! JR: But she’s a woman! JA: Winters isn’t prejudiced, he hates everybody! JR: You’re sick! [Johnston and the medics check on Ina. Johnston helps her up as she holds her head and shakes the cobwebs off. She waves to the crowd to let them know she’s okay. She gets a crowd pop as she and Johnston go to the back.] JR: Thank God she wasn’t hurt too badly. But she’ll know not to go near Winters again. Trust me, Jack, Johnston is going to want some retribution for this one. JA: Don’t think he’ll get it, but the night is young Jimbo, and we have many more great matches ahead! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Fans, we hope you’re enjoying End of the World so far… Jack Anderson: But it doesn’t really matter, we’ve got your money anyway. Jim Robson: *Sigh,* you really know how to make the fans feel appreciated. Anyway, we’ve got a tag team WAR coming up next… Francine: This next tag team match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit… ["Boom" by the Blood Hound Gang explodes across the arena as the crowd gives a mixed reaction...] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Pittsburgh, PA... standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 225 pounds, here is ... DARK BISHOP!!!!!!!!!!!! [Dark Bishop emerges from the back. His hair is soaking wet and pulled back in a pony tail. He is decked out in a black muscle shirt with the letters "HOA" on the front written in red. He poses a few times as he slowly walks to the ring, he leaps to the apron and jumps over the top rope and stands in the middle...] Francine: And his partner... [The theme from "The Godfather" films fills the arena speakers. The sound is met with a mixed reaction from the fans. ] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The Italian section of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 203 pounds, here is ... "The Meatmachine" Mike Marconi! [Mike Marconi, wearing red trunks, white kneepads, and green boots walks slowly down to the ring, dripping from head to toe with water. With a smirk on his face, he walks past all the fans, makes his way into the ring, and flexes for each side of the crowd.] Francine: They are…THE HARBINGERS OF THE APOCALYPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Y’know, a lot of people (including me) think that the Harbingers of the Apocalypse should be getting the tag title shot here tonight…after all, they beat the West Coast Connection cleanly in a non-title match. Jim Robson: Well, I imagine that these two men would be happy fighting anyone, but they’ve got to be pleased with their opponents to—wait, what does Marconi…it looks like he’s carrying a gym bag to the ring. I wonder why? Jack Anderson: Maybe he just came from the gym? Francine: And their opponents… ["Some Heads Are Gonna Roll" by Judas Priest begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, but then begins to cheer wildly as they notice Big Dick's new gimmick.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, USA standing 6 feet 8 inches and weighing 277 pounds, here is ..."THE HEADHUNTER" RICHARD JAMES!!!!! [As Richard James emerges from the curtains, pyrotechnics fill the walkway, as his theme music blares. His sister/manager, Kelly James follows closely behind. The Man formerly known as Big Dick has changed his outlook entirely. Richard now wears 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 escorts Kelly James to their respective corner, and he enters the ring and focuses on the match.] Francine: And his partner… ["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- also managed by Kelly James...here is The Man With The Plan.... COOPER CONCRETE!!!!!!! [The Man With The Plan, Cooper Concrete makes his way through the curtains. The crowd erupts as the IWFWOW Superstar slaps hands with the fans as he makes their way down the aisle. On the JumboTron are snipets of Coop's IWFWOW career facing other Superstars such as AJ Stanson, Professor Steve West, the AoD, Eric Travers, Pain Inc, and Modern Apocalypse. In the ring, spotlights of COOP 3:B shine down on the mat. Cooper is wearing bluejeans, workboots, workgloves, a black "COOP 3:B" T-shirt, and his insignia orange hardhat and shades. As Cooper gets up on the apron, he holds the ropes open for Kelly James, and the twosome flash the 3:B signal to the fans...(3 fingers raised in the air) and the fans respond in a big way. Kelly then blows a kiss to the crowd and the Man With The Plan focuses on the match.] Jack Anderson: I’m surprised James can find his way to the ring. Jim Robson: Why do you say that? Jack Anderson: Well, with that eyepatch on his eye, he must lack depth perception. By the way, there is not truth to the rumor that James was offered the role of Cyclops in the X-Men film. Jim Robson: The HOA are attacking Team B-3 right away!!! [DING DING DING] Jim Robson: Dark Bishop is hammering on the back of Cooper Concrete while Mike Marconi is peppering the head of Richard James with punches, going after that injured eye. Jack Anderson: Bishop steps back…he lunges and clotheslines Concrete, knocking both of them to the outside! Bishop lands on his feet while Concrete lands on his head. Well, at least we know they’re both uninjured. Jim Robson: Bishop rolls back into the ring and joins his partner. They set up James… double suplex!!! Good teamwork from the HOA, who are off to a quick start in this match! Jack Anderson: No look out behind you! Cooper Concrete’s back in the ring, and he _levels_ the HOA with a double clothesline!!! Bishop and Marconi roll to the outside to regroup! Jim Robson: And this crowd is going bonkers as Team B-3 stand triumphantly in the ring! Jack Anderson: It’s still early…the Harbingers are just slowing down their opponent’s momentum. Jim Robson: Well, it looks like it’ll be Bishop starting out against the powerhouse Cooper Concrete. They lock up, and Concrete shoves Bishop down to the mat with ease! Jack Anderson: Bishop kips up and dusts himself off. It looks like he wants to lock up with Concrete again...no! Bishop slides through Concrete’s legs and gives him an inverted DDT! Damn he’s quick! Jim Robson: Bishop follows with some stomps to Cooper’s head. Not he bounces off the ropes…BIG legdrop! He goes for a quick cover… 1 . . . . Easy kickout from Concrete! Way too early to end this match! Jack Anderson: Well, it doesn’t hurt to try…Bishop tags "The Meat Machine," who comes in and promptly slaps on a Boston Crab. Good strategy from Marconi. Cooper may be a powerhouse, but he can’t do squat when he’s on the canvas. Jim Robson: Cooper’s too far away to reach the ropes, he could be in a lot of trouble here. Richard James is clapping his hands and trying to get this capacity crowd on their feet!!! Jack Anderson: Well, it’s just too damn bad the crowd can’t help out ol’ Cementhead here… Jim Robson: Cooper’s trying to power out of this move…does he have the leg strength? He’s trying…trying…trying…Concrete…breaks the hold!!! Mike Marconi can’t believe it!!! Jack Anderson: Marconi takes a swing at Concrete, but Cooper ducks and grabs Marconi…big belly-to-belly suplex!!! He flew through the air!!! Jim Robson: Cooper tags in Richard James, and the Headhunter is a house afire! He’s stomping a mudhole into Marconi in the corner!!! Jack Anderson: Now he whips Marconi into the turnbuckle! Marconi bounces off and James follows up with a face crusher! Jim Robson: Marconi now just lacing into Marconi with punches! The ref is trying to break it up, but James is hot!!! Jack Anderson: James picks up Mike Marconi, sets him up…piledriver!!! He nearly drove Marconi’s head through the mat!!! He goes for a cover… 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . KICKOUT by Marconi. You can’t get him that easily!!! Jim Robson: Richard James looks surprised he didn’t get the pin, and frankly, so am I. James now bounces off the ropes…but Dark Bishop kicks James in the back! The ref didn’t see it!!! Jack Anderson: James stumbles right into the clutches of Mike Marconi…pump handle slam from the Meatmachine! Jim Robson: Now Marconi tags in his partner…Dark Bishop. Bishop jumps to the top rope and nails a corkscrew legdrop on Richard James!!! Crowd: Oooooohh!!! Jack Anderson: Bishop goes for a quick cover… 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . NO! Kickout by Richard James! How’d he do that? Jim Robson: "The Headhunter" escaped that time, but he really needs to make a tag to the fresh Cooper Concrete… Jack Anderson: I didn’t know that there was such a thing as a fresh Cooper… Jim Robson: Dark Bishop picks up Richard James and sets him him…TIGER BOMB!!! The ref is in position… 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . ANOTHER kickout by Richard James!!! Jack Anderson: Where is he getting this from? Jim Robson: Richard James is a man driven by desire!!! He struggles to his feet as Bishop bounces off the ropes…Bishop goes for a ‘rana—NO! James turns it into a diving powerbomb!!! Jack Anderson: Cripes, Dark Bishop’s lucky that he’s still three dimensional after that move! Jim Robson: Richard James is pounding the canvas as this crowd is bringing him back to life!!! He really needs to tag out, but he’s so incensed that he’s still pounding on Dark Bishop!!! Jack Anderson: James grabs the arm of Bishop…short arm clothesline!!! Does Bishop still have a head?!?! Jim Robson: Apparently so...now James hoists Bishop to his feet…he picks up Bishop for a fireman’s carry? No, he dumps the Dark One with a faceplant!!! James with a cover… 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . KICKOUT by Bishop! Oh, that was close! This crowd thought that this match was over!!! Jack Anderson: Well, now Richard James picks up Dark Bishop, and throws him into the ropes…Mike Marconi made a blind tag…I don’t think Richard James saw it!!! Jim Robson: Well, that eye patch does limit his vision! James hits a spinebuster on Dark Bishop, and goes for a cover, but Bishop’s not the legal man!!! That’s what the ref’s trying to tell him…. Jack Anderson: Oh, man, James looked up at the ref and got nailed with a boot from Mike Marconi! Oh man, he might have to hunt for his own head! Hey, I guess you could say he was blindsided! Jim Robson: Richard James crumples to the mat in agony after that shot to the head! If Richard James doesn’t find a way to tag Cooper Concrete soon, this could be the end for Team B-3. Jack Anderson: Yeah, wouldn’t that be a shame? Mike Marconi slaps on a Dragon Sleeper—James’ll be out cold soon, as if we could tell… Jim Robson: James has it really locked in tight…I don’t know if there’s any way to counter this. Cooper Concrete is getting the fans to rally behind Richard James… Jack Anderson: Yeah, a fat lot of good that’ll do him. It’s like I always say, I’m sure having the fans cheer for you is nice, but it’s just you in that ring against your opponent. Well see if James has enough to get out of this… Jim Robson: James pounding his fist on the canvas to stay conscious…omigod…he just kicked wildly and hit Marconi right between the eyes…Marconi’s stunned and he releases the hold!!!! Jack Anderson: Jeez, what a lucky shot…but James is a long way from his partner… Jim Robson: Indeed, James is now climbing ever so slowly to his corner…he’s now just a few feet from his partner…his hand’s outstretched…he…NO!!! Marconi just yanked James back into the center of the ring…he was so close… Jack Anderson: Horseshoes and hand grenades, pal. Hey, Marconi just flipped off Concrete!!! Jim Robson: The big man, incensed, now charges into the ring to get a piece of Marconi! He’s fed up!!! But the ref is stopping him and telling him to get back to his corner!!! Jack Anderson: Which leaves the HOA to double team Richard James…Marconi puts James in a Boston Crab, while Bishop goes up top…and comes down with a legdrop on James’ neck!!! Sweet!!! Jim Robson: Bishop rolls out of the ring while Marconi covers the lifeless James… 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . NO!!!!!! KICKOUT BY JAMES!!! My God, how did he pull that off?!? Jack Anderson: I can’t believe it! Marconi’s in shock, but he’s ready to finish off James for certain. He picks up "The Headhunter" and kicks him in the gut…he’s going for the Meatdriver! His Double underhook DDT!!! Jim Robson: He’s ready…but Richard James drives Mike Marconi back into the corner! He knocked the wind out of him!!! This is his chance to tag in Concrete!!! [crowd starts buzzing] Jim Robson: James is crawling towards his corner…trying to reach…just a few more inches… Jack Anderson: Mike Marconi has tagged in Dark Bishop…Bishop dashes across the ring…. Jim Robson: JAMES MAKES THE TAG TO COOPER CONCRETE!!! [Crowd explodes!!!] Jim Robson: Concrete is in...there’s a right hand that knocks Bishop down! There’s one for Marconi! Cooper slams Dark Bishop! Now he slams Mike Marconi! A rested Cooper Concrete is cleaning house!!! Jack Anderson: Somebody do something!!! Concrete throws Bishop into the ropes…big powerslam!!! Now Concrete with a clothesline that sends Mike Marconi crashing to the outside!!! Jim Robson: Cooper Concrete is going ballistic! He places Dark Bishop on the top rope…Cooper climbs up…he nails a superplex!!! Cover by Concrete!!! 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . Broken up by Mike Marconi!!! He came out of nowhere to make the save! That was close! Jack Anderson: Too close, if you ask me. Concrete’s picked up Bishop…DDT! He goes for another cover!!! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . NO! Broken up by Marconi again! Phew! Jim Robson: Concrete now has some words for Mike Marconi as the Meatmachine exits the ring…but here comes Dark Bishop with a charge a Cooper Concrete! But Concrete backdrops him over the top rope! Jack Anderson: But Bishop landed on his feet! He takes a swing at Concrete, but Cooper blocks it!!! Now he belts Bishop! Cooper’s going to suplex Bishop back into the ring! But Marconia grabs Concrete’s feet from the outside! Bishop falls on top! Marconi’s holding the leg down! We’ve got a cover…. 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . KICKOUIT BY CONCRETE! Dammit, how did he do that? I thought this match was over! Jim Robson: Concrete has had enough of Mike Marconi’s interference! He’s outside the ring and chasing Marconi around the ring! Wait, Marconi’s stopped…he just grabbed the ring bell and walloped Concrete with it! And now Cooper Concrete has been busted open! Jack Anderson: And the ref didn’t see it!!! He was being distracted by Dark Bishop! And James is still too out of it to help his partner. Marconi rolls Concrete into the ring…cover by Bishop… 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . KICKOUT BY CONCRETE!!!! I’m speechless!!! Jim Robson: We should be so lucky…Bishop has got to be wondering what he has to do to put the fan favorite away….Concrete now resting on the ropes, trying to catch his breath, but here comes Dark Bishop with a guillotine legdrop to the outside! Man Dark Bishop is quick! Jack Anderson: And smart, too. He makes the tag to Mike Marconi to keep a fresh man in. Marconi comes in and drops an elbow on the back on Concrete’s neck. Cementhead’s lost a lot of blood from that bell shot…he can’t keep this up for long. Jim Robson: Indeed. Marconi follows that up with a gutwrench suplex that plants Concrete to the mat! Now Marconi’s climbing up to the top rope…what’s he going to do? OH! He nails a senton on Cooper Concrete! He goes for a cover… 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . BROKEN UP BY RICHARD JAMES! He may have saved this match for Team B-3!!! Jack Anderson: The cheater! As the ref gets James out of the ring, Marconi makes the tag to Dark Bishop. Looks like Bishop’s going for the deathblow here. He grabs Concrete, gets him up…brainbuster! And we know what that’s the set-up move for!!! Jim Robson: He’s going up to the top rope for Bishop’s 5 Star! Jack Anderson: This move put away the West Coast Connection! Bishop dives and…and…… Crowd: GASP!!!! Jim Robson: Concrete moved!!! Bishop crashed to the canvas!!! Now Concrete’s trying to make the tag to Richard James!!! James wants into this match badly!!! Jack Anderson: Concrete’s crawling…I don’t think he can make it…he………………… MAKES THE TAG!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: Richard James is in the ring…he’s cleaning house! There’s a diving clothesline that knocks Bishop to the mat! James picks up Bishop and sends him into the ropes….BBBBIIIIIIIGGGG back body drop!!! Bishop must have been counting the ring lights up close!!! Jack Anderson: But Dark Bishop sneaks in an eye poke, which is apropos in this match! He sends James into the ropes…he goes for a hiptoss…. Jim Robson: But it’s blocked by James!!! Richard James counters with the Humiliator!!! Cover by James…. 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . BROKEN UP BY MIKE MARCONI! Now Marconi’s slugging away at Richard James! Now here comes Cooper Concrete who levels Marconi with a clothesline that knocks him to the outside! Jack Anderson: But Dark Bishop rolls up Mike Marconi… 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . BROKEN UP BY COOPER CONRETE!!! Now Concrete grabs Dark Bishop…Cement Mixer!!! James goes for the cover!!!! 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! Marconi put Bishop’s foot on the rope! He saved the win for his team!!! Marconi grabs Concrete’s foot and drags him to the outside!!! Concrete may have crashed his head on the cement floor! Kinda ironic, huh? Jim Robson: Now Marconi’s back in the ring and he’s slugging it out with Richard James! But Dark Bishop’s goes to the apron…he goes for a springboard dropkick! Jack Anderson: Oh no!!! James moved! Bishop flattened his own partner! I don’t believe it! And neither can Bishop! Jim Robson: James seizes the opportunity!!! He grabs a stunned Bishop and sets him up….HE HITS THE HEAD TRIP ON BISHOP!!! JAMES GOES FOR A COVER…. 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: He got him! Francine: You winners of the match by pinfall…"HEADHUNTER" RICHARD JAMES…COOPER CONCRETE…TEAM B-3!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: No! This can’t be! Bishop just made on lousy mistake! This sucks! Jim Robson: These fans don’t agree with you one bit. And now Concrete’s in the ring, and he and his partner are celebrating this big win on PPV!!!! What a great moment for…wait, who’s that coming down the aisle? Jack Anderson: It’s Hades! And he’s got a chair! He’s in the ring [THWACK] down goes James! And [THWACK] there’s a shot for Concrete! Jim Robson: But Concrete won’t go down! But here’s Hades with a DDT! Now he’s stomping away on Concrete! Jack Anderson: Now Mike Marconi’s got that gym bag the HOA brought down to ringside. What’s inside? He’s got a pirate costume! Oh man, they’re gonna play dress up with Richard James! Jim Robson: I guess the HOA figured that if they didn’t get the win here, they’d gain some measure of revenge—this is disgusting! They’ve got him in the pirate costume and now they’re showing him off to the crowd. I’m repulsed… Jack Anderson: This is great. "Arrgh, matey, your scurvy schemes will earn ye a one way trip to the boneyard." Jim Robson: Will you stop, this is a dreadful situation. Hades is still wailing away on Cooper Concrete in the corner while Marconi and Bishop are holding up Richard James for the camera! Jack Anderson: "Ye mutinous dog. Are ye after me treasure, ye landlubber?" Look, they even have a parrot for his shoulder! Jim Robson: Concrete’s trying to fight back against Hades, wait…here comes Charlie Vahn with a chair. The Harbingers of the Apocalypse are leaving as Vahn clears the ring with that steel chair. Thank God! Jack Anderson: Yeah, well, the HOA may have lost the match, but they’re having a good laugh at Richard James’ expense as they go up the rampway! Jim Robson: Well, Team B-3 got the pinfall here, but I’ve a feeling this issue is far from over. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jim Robson: Looks like we are getting ready for our next big match up. Jack Anderson: About time. Jim Robson: Up next, two old - time friends collide as James Monosso attempts to get revenage against his former tag team partner, Fusion. They were formely called New Millenium before Fusion turned his back on Monosso leading to their demise as a tag team contender. Jack Anderson: WHAT!? Are you messed up in the head? Monosso turned his back on Fusion leaving him rot to the wolves! JRobson: I believe you need your glasses checked. Either way, let's quickly take a look at the rules at this wild and unusual match. It is called an "Asylum of Nightmares Match". By the name, one can assume what the rules are. Jack Anderson: Uh ... I'm not a rocket scientist, what are the rules? JRobson: [Sweating a little] Uh ... Well ... y .. Jack Anderson: You, the master of play-by-play, does not know? Oh - come on! JRobson: Of course, I know! [A crew member approaches John Robson and whispers something in his ears, and leaves.] JRobson: Exactly! I know it all along! Jack Anderson: What!? What are the rules for this match! JRobson: Well, no one knows! It seems that there will be a cage (not hell in a cell, but a regular cage), and to win, it must be by pinfall. But anything and everything between, we have no clue! Jack Anderson: Oh - you are alot of help. JRobson: Well, I'll you all the details once they happen! Either way, it looks like we are ready to release the bulls in this battle! Jack Anderson: Release the bulls? Sure ... [The camera pans to the ring where the ever-so beautiful Francine awaits with a microphone in her hand.] Francine: The following matchup is a special one-fall Asylum of Nightmares Cage Match!! [The crowd cheers!] Francine: Introducing first ... ["The Theme From Halloween" from the John Carpenter horror classic begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd gets on their feet, and gives a standing ovation to their favorite certifiably insane wrestler.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from The State Of Confusion... standing six feet six inches tall, and weighing two hundred and eighty pounds, here is ... J A M E S M O N O S S O ! ! ! [James Monosso peeks through the curtain and then flings it aside, stalking to the ring. He slowly and deliberately walks down the aisle, his eyes dead focused on the cage. Monosso is a tall man, wearing what looks like a black-and-silver wrestling single-strapped singlet. Over this is a light green shirt cut off at the asophagus... it reads PROPERTY OF STATE MENTAL INSTITUTE in black impact print. A black bag is slung over his shoulder... it's unknown what could be in the bag. The crowd cheers for the unpredictable Monosso, as a circular light pattern is projected over the arena... light blue concentric circles, centering on Monosso, and rotating at varying speeds... it gives people a headache just looking at it. Monosso reaches the ring, and clutches the cage, yanking on it to test it's strength. The cage rattles, and the crowd pops! Monosso then slinks around to the opposite side of the ring, and repeats the cage-pull. Apparently satisfied, he creeps towards the door... and then with a sudden burst of speed, rolls through the door, under the ropes, and leaps to his feet in the center of the cage. He backs up to the far corner, bag in hand.] Jack Anderson: Damn Psycho. JRobson: Watch your mouth! Jack Anderson: I can't watch the match and my mouth at the same time. Francine: And his opponent ... ["Boogie Woogie Woo" by the Insane Clown Posse begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd has a mixed reaction, the marks boo, while the smarts cheer.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, USA... standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 247 pounds, the ball lightning... F U S I O N!!!!! [The lights in the arena dim, and numerous fans pull out their lighters. A black light shines into the ramp entrance, and out comes Fusion. He is wearing black leather pants, black boots and armpads. He is carrying a sledge hammer. The whites of his eyes glow in the black light as he pauses to stare at the audience in pure and utter cockiness. He takes a few steps forward, as smoke fills the arena; in the stands, in the ring, on the ramp... everywhere. As the smoke clears and the lights return, Fusion is in the ring.] JRobson: WHAT'S THIS!? MONOSSO CRACKS FUSION WITH A GAS MASK! FUSION IS DOWN! Fusion's ever-so popular attack before the ring has backfired! Monosso is beating on Fusion! SPINEBUSTER! Jack Anderson: That cheat! Damn Monosso! JRobson: Watch it! It seems like Monosso had a gas mask in the bag he was carrying. When the smoke went off, he put on the mask, and when enough smoke cleared, he took it off and smacked Fusion with it. [DING! DING! DING!] Jack Anderson: There's the bell to begin the match. And look the referee has finally locked the cage door. What an idiot, I wouldn't want to be in there. JRobson: Elbow drop by Monosso. Monosso picks up Fusion, and whips him off the ropes ... Armdrag takedown! Jack Anderson: What? This is supposed to a bloody gory manly match! Not this sissy technical junk! JRobson: Hey! Technical wrestling is the best type of wrestling. Jack Anderson: Not inside the cage. 'Nough said. JRobson: Monosso picks Fusion and whips him ... NO! Jack Anderson: YES! JRobson: Fusion reverses it and hits Monosso with a back body drop. Fusion follows it up with a quick legdrop! Here's the cover ... ONE ... ... KICKOUT! Jack Anderson: What a slow count! JRobson: Fusion is not too happy with that count either. SUPLEX BY FUSION! Fusion is on the offense again, and has a plan. Fusion is ripping off the padding on the turnbuckle! Fusion picks up Monosso and whips him to the turnbuckle ... AND MONOSSO HITS IT CHEST FIRST! THERE'S BLOOD ALL OVER HIS CHEST! Jack Anderson: That is nasty. I never thought you could bleed that way. JRobson: HARD CHOP BY FUSION TO THE CHEST! Kick to the gut ... PILEDRIVER! IT'S OVER! MONOSSO IS OUT! Jack Anderson: LOOK! THERE'S THE COVER! HAHA! ONE ... ... TWO ... ... THREE --- WHAT!? --- CRASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!! JRobson: OH MY!! I think I just figured out the rules of this Asylum of Nightmares Cage Match. About ten chairs have just fell from the rafters to the middle of the ring. I'm assuming the rules of this match is that something happens every now and then that is out of the ordinary. Jack Anderson: Damn, those chairs forced the ref to stop the count. Fusion moves the chairs out the way and goes for another pin! ONE ... ... TW -- KICKOUT! JRobson: Looks like Monosso was saved by the chairs. Jack Anderson: Not fair. JRobson: Fusion is going to use the chairs to his advantage! FUSION CRACKS MONOSSO ON HIS SPINE WITH A CHAIR. Fusion is setting up two chairs, and puts Monosso on them with his upper body on one and his lower body on the other. Fusion is climbing the cage. What can be thinking? Jack Anderson: OH - YES! FUSION IS GOING TO DO WHAT HE DOES BEST! HIGH RISK MANUEVERS! JRobson: Jeez ... you're a little excited. Jack Anderson: Who wouldn't be!? JRobson: Fusion is on top of the cage now, he's facing the crowd. He LEAPS OFF TOWARDS MONOSSO, THIS IS NUTS ... HE'S DOING A MOONSAULT ... WHHHHATTT!? NO WAY! WHAT HAPPENED!? Jack Anderson: NNNNNNNNOOOOOO!!! JRobson: WHAT THE ... Jack Anderson: WHAT!? SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT JUST HAPPENED! JRobson: Well, it seems when Fusion was doing his moonsault, a bucket of water was dropped from the ceiling and hit Fusion while he was in mid-air, and Fusion fell back first onto the mat due to the impact. The water has now drenched a quarter of the ring. It has basically flooded the part of the ring where the padding of the turnbuckle was ripped off. Jack Anderson: I really think this is a conspiracy against Fusion! JRobson: Fusion doesn't appear to be moving any time soon, and Monosso is starting to get up! Monosso is up! He picks up Fusion's limp body. Jack Anderson: I don't like that look on Monosso's face! IT'S SCARING ME! JRobson: Monosso drags Fusion to the exposed turnbuckle ... AND IS EXECUTING FACE SMASHES ON THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! ONE! TWO! THREE! THERE'S BLOOD GOING EVERYWHERE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Jack Anderson: I think he killed Fusion! JRobson: I can no longer see Fusion's face. Jack Anderson: ... But I can see Monosso's, and he has an EVIL LOOK ON IT! JRobson: Monosso lifts Fusion ... GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB ... OH DEAR!! ... INTO A BACKBREAKER! I THINK I HEARD FUSION'S SPINE SNAP IN TWO! MONOSSO HAS GONE CRAZY! HE LIFTS FUSION AND IS EXECUTING THE "GET OUT OF HERE"! HE'S BASICALLY HOLDING HIM AND RAMMING FUSION FACE INTO THE CAGE AND THEN BOUNCING OFF AND DOING IT ON THE OTHER SIDE!! THIS IS INSANE! Jack Anderson: NO! [Voice begins to tremble] He put Fussssion down. B-B-But I don't like that laugh. JRobson: The crowd is going crazy! They love Monosso! They want more blood it seems like! WHAT IS MONOSSO DOING!? HE'S RAISING HIS ARMS IN THE AIR! Jack Anderson: Well, it's obvious he forgot to put on some deodorant this morning! JRobson: MONOSSO IS TRYING TO DROWN FUSION IN HIS PUDDLE OF BLOOD! Jack Anderson: THIS IS SICK! AND THE CROWD LOVES THIS!? John Robson: OH MY GODDDD!! A GIANT FIREBALL HAS COME FROM THE CEILING! WHAT IS GOING ON!? THIS IS LIKE ... Jack Anderson: An Asylum. JRobson: MONOSSO SAW THE FIREBALL AND GOT HIT BY IT DIRECTLY IN THE FACE, BUT NOW THE RING IS IN ON FIRE! THE CORNER WHERE THE WATER WAS ... WAIT ... Jack Anderson: THAT WASN'T WATER! THAT WAS GASOLINE! JRobson: THE WHOLE CORNER IS IN FLAMES! MONOSSO IS RUNNING AROUND THE RING IN PAIN HOLDING HIS FACE. Jack Anderson: WHAT!?!? JRobson: MONOSSO FELL TO HIS KNEES AND NOW IS LOOKING AT HIS HANDS AND IS LAUGHING! HIS WHOLE FACE IS BURNT TO A CRISP AND HE'S LAUGHING! THE CROWD IS CHANTING MONOSSO'S NAME! Jack Anderson: Monosso is just sitting there laughing! This is freaky! WHAT!? BOOTIE!? JRobson: You have to be kidding me! It IS! BOOTIE HAS RETURNED! BOOTIE HAS FALLEN FROM THE CEILING AND IS SITTING THERE ON THE GROUND BETWEEN FUSION AND MONOSSO! Jack Anderson: Fusion is moving! YES! HE'S CRAWLING TOWARDS BOOTIE! Monosso like the idiot he is, is just laughing! FUSION HAS IT! FUSION IS UP TO HIS KNEES! JRobson: HE CAN'T GET UP THOUGH, HE'S IN TOO MUCH PAIN! MONOSSO GETS UP AND TURNS TOWARDS FUSION ... ... OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!! Jack Anderson: YESSS!!! JRobson: FUSION NAILED MONOSSO WITH A LOW BLOW WITH BOOTIE! MONOSSO IS DOUBLING OVER ... AND FUSION NAILS MONOSSO RIGHT IN THE SQUARE OF THE CHIN WITH BOOTIE! MONOSSO IS OUT, BUT FUSION DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO COVER HIM! Jack Anderson: FUSION FALLS TO THE GROUND! HE'S CRAWLING TOWARDS MONOSSO ... A LITTLE CLOSER ... COME ON ... YOU'RE ALMOST THERE ... YES! JRobson: FUSION FINALLY MAKES IT OVER TO MONOSSO, AND HE'S THE COUNT! ... ONE ... ... TWO ... ... THHHHHHHHHHRREEEEEEEEE!!!! NNNOOOOO! HE KICKS OUT! Jack Anderson: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! JRobson: NEITHER DO I! THAT WAS FUSION'S LAST BIT OF ENERGY, HE'S DONE FOR! Jack Anderson: NO! COME ON FUSION! JRobson: MONOSSO IS STARTING TO GET TO HIS FEET AND HE'S NOT TOO HAPPY! MONOSSO IS UP! HE GRABS FUSION AND DRAGS HIM TO HIS FEET AND BEGINS TO SMASH HIS HEAD AGAINST THE CAGE! AND AGAIN! HE'S A MAD MAN! Jack Anderson: REF STOP HIM! JRobson: The ref breaks it Monosso up! Jack Anderson: This is sick! The fans are going nuts everytime, this damn psycho attempts to kill Fusion! JRobson: Monosso is yelling at the ref. Fusion is once again in a puddle of his own blood, and he's looking at Bootie. Looks like he's trying to inch his way towards Bootie one more time. Jack Anderson: UH - OH! MONOSSO IS NOTICING THAT FUSION IS MORE TOWARDS BOOTIE! JRobson: MONOSSO PICKS UP FUSION AND DRAGS HIM TO THE ROPES AND TIES HIM UP SO THAT IT IS HOLDING HIM UP! MONOSSO PICKS UP BOOTIE! Jack Anderson: HE'S A MAD MAN! NOOOOO! JRobson: HE PUT BOOTIE IN THE FLAMES AND IT'S ON FIRE! HE'S SHOWING FUSION BOOTIE WHICH IS ON FIRE ... AND CHUCKS HIM IT IN THE CROWD! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD! Jack Anderson: IT'S A FEEDING FRENZY OUT THERE! JRobson: FUSION IS HAVING A SECOND WIND AS HE IS PISSED OFF OF WHAT MONOSSO JUST DID, BUT HE'S STUCK IN THE ROPES. MONOSSO PICKS UP ON THE CHAIRS AND DIPS IT IN THE FLAMES! THE CHAIR IS ON FIRE AND HE'S CARRYING IT TO FUSION! Jack Anderson: NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! JRobson: MONOSSO JUST NAILED FUSION WITH A FLAMING CHAIR! AND THE CROWD IS GOING WILD! MONOSSO UNTIES FUSION AND PICKS HIM ... AND DROPS HIM WITH A STRAIGHTJACKET BOMB! IT'S OVER! ONE ... ... TWO ... ... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ... WHAT!? NO!? Jack Anderson: MONOSSO PICKS UP FUSION! THE DAMN SICKO IS NOT FINISHED!! JRobson: MONOSSO IS HOLDING FUSION'S LIMP BODY UP AND IS CALLING FOR SOMETHING! Jack Anderson: OH - BOY! JRobson: LOOKS LIKE HE'S CALLING FOR THE MINDBENDER! YES, IT IS! NOT MANY PEOPLE GET UP AFTER THIS! Jack Anderson: I CAN TELL JUST THAT BY HOW HAPPY THE CROWD IS! JRobson: HE LIFTS UP FUSION ... ... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ... ... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!! JRobson: HE CONNECTS WITH THE MINDBENDER IN THE FLAMES, AND HE COVERS HIM WHILE HE'S IN THE FLAMES! ... ONEEEEEEE ... ... TWWWWWWOOOOOO ... ... THHHHHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! [DING! DING! DING!] JRobson: MONOSSO HAS DONE IT, BUT BOTH MEN ARE ENGULFED IN FLAMES! The ref unlocks the door and paramedics quickly enter the ring and put the fire. Looks like they are taking Fusion out on a stretcher. Jack Anderson: That damn pyscho is getting up to the cheers of his name by this unmoral crowd here. This is total disgrace to professional wrestling. Francine: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL ... ... JJJJJJJJJJJJJAAAMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS ... ... MOOOONNNNNNNOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- JR: Up next is going to be a caged warfare between Chris Fisher and Jeremy Stenzel-- JA: Hold on a second, Jim. Do you _seriously_ think that Stenzel's going to get into that cage with Fisher? I mean, not that he's afraid of Fisher... he's afraid of the cage! He's gonna go cryin' home to get his widdle bwankey! JR: Oh, please. [The cameras now show the West Coast Connection--Hightower and Mike Johnston--backstage, watching on a monitor.] JR: There's the West Coast Connection, watching out for Stenzel. JA: Nah, they're just there so they can interfere when Stenzel calls for it, that big baby scardy-cat! [The lights in the arena suddenly go out, sending the place into blackness. The faint swell of music is heard in the background...very soft...getting louder...and then...] Voice Over The PA: Hey...what can I say? Its just buisness... [Real Solution # 9 by White Zombie (non lyrical) suddenly blares throughout the arena, sending the fans into a frenzy of boos. The lights suddenly come back on with a distinct green tint to them, and begin flashing on and off. Stepping from behind the curtain is "The Method Man" Chris Fisher, who is basked in a tremendous heel pop. Behind him, the Jumbo-Tron flashes "FISHER" and shows stock footage of The Method Man, including shots of him posing in sunglasses with a smirk on his face, and shots of him hitting his finisher on several opponents] Francine: About to come down the aisle, hailing from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS...he weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds...here is... "T H E M E T H O D M A N" C H R I S F I S H E R!!!! [Fisher stands for a moment in the enterance way as gold fireworks shoot off behind him. The Method Man looks around smugly at the crowd and takes a swig of bottled water before tossing it and making his slow and deliberate walk to the ring. Fisher is not too hugely built, though he is well defined. He has short brown hair, wetted down and combed down the front of his his head, a few strands over his forehead. "The Method Man" wears leg long black tights with green trim running down both legs and across the waist. "Fisher" is spelt in yellow letters down his right leg. Fisher wears simple black boots to go with this. Fisher casually strolls to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope, immediatly climbing the turnbuckle and staring out with smug self-satisfaction out at the crowd who greet him with hearty boos and thrown debris. Fisher removes his sunglasses and tosses them all the way down to ringside where the time keeper bobbles and drops them. Fisher doesn't seem to notice much, and instead basks in the crowds reaction for a moment. In his mind, they love him. After a moment, Fisher hops back off as his music dies down and leans in the corner, a cruel smile on his face, waiting for his opponent...] JR: There's Fisher. Boy, does he look pumped tonight! JA: Yeah... he's got ahold of that cage and it looks like he's "trying it out," so to speak. PA: GIMME FUEL, GIMME FIRE GIMME THAT WHICH I DESIRE, YEAH! [A burst of pyro at the causeway accompanies the roaring of Metallica's "Fuel" over the loudspeaker. Jeremy Stenzel rushes out to a loud face pop, stopping to play to the fans at the top of the ramp. He wears a silver sequined shirt, open at the chest, along with dark blue velvet tights with the word, "electric" written down the legs in yellow lightning. He also wears black leather boots. He walks down the ramp giving fives to all the fans and pulls up short in front of the cage. His eyes dilate and he stands motionless.] JR: Stenzel's frozen like a deer in headlights! His claustrophobia is getting to him! JA: Claustrophobia my ass! I bet he's just faking so that he doesn't have to take the humiliation and the beating from Chris Fisher! [Stenzel just stares at the cage in a trance, while the officials try to snap him out and yell at him to get inside. Stenzel justs stands there as still as a zombie. Meanwhile, Fisher is laughing inside the ring and mocking him.] JR: Look at him, he is just stunned! JA: Aw, poor baby had a little accident when he was younger. He's just a coward! JR: Oh my, look out from behind! Paul Krutsch and Jaason Steele just leveled Stenzel! They're putting the boots to him! JA: YEAH! JR: Now they're rolling him into the cage with Fisher! [Krutsch and Steele toss Stenzel into the ring and walk back to the back as the match begins] JR: What a bunch of... of... what a bunch of heels! JA: Hey, hey, no insider terms, you old codger! JR: I swear, Anderson. One more time and I'll-- [Robson is suddenly interrupted by the loud, repeated stomping onto Jeremy Stenzel's back by Chris Fisher. Obviously, Stenzel is still overcome by his claustrophobia. The crowd is booing relentlessly.] JR: And that creep, Chris Fisher, taking advantage of Stenzel's claustrophobia! JA: Oh, please, Jim! Are you actually gonna fall for that white meat babyface crap? Stenzel's faking it! Watch when he hits a low blow on Chris! [Fisher armdrags Stenzel and knocks him back down with a short arm clothesline! Heel pop!] JR: Oh, now you two are on a first name basis? JA: Uh, no, but... I mean... JUST CALL THE DAMN MATCH! JR: [Chuckles] Fine. And Stenzel just being battered by Fisher... [Fisher, after picking up Stenzel by the hair, NAILS him with a right hand. Stenzel is back down on the canvas, still with that horrified expression on his face.] JR: I feel sorry for this kid... Stenzel is taking a wicked beating at the hands of Chris Fisher right here and nobody can do a damn thing about it considering the cage is locked tight! JA: Well, that's what you get for being such a pussy. JR: HEY! YOU CAN'T SAY THAT! JA: IT'S PAY-PER-VIEW, ASSHOLE! I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT! DI-- JR: UH-UH! DON'T GO THERE! [Fisher picks up Stenzel again and measures him up for something. Stenzel makes a run towards the ropes.] JR: Fisher going for-- [SLAM~!] JR: BULLDOG! JA: Did Stenzel get planted, or what? That fraidy-cat bastard! JR: Stenzel DID get planted... I don't see how he's gonna make a comeback. [Unfortunately, Robson is wrong as Fisher tries to ram Stenzel's face into the chain-link, but it gets reversed and Fisher flies into the cage head first!] JR: And I spoke to soon, I believe! Fisher just got his head rammed into that proverbial unforgiving steel structure! JA: "Unforgiving" is damn right! I mean, that is CHAIN LINK! [Stenzel, now with an enraged look for his face, charges towards his unlucky opponent to the cheers of the crowd! Stenzel briefly stomps away on Fisher's stunned body, but then executes a snap suplex! FACE POP!] JA: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! JR: Knew what?! JA: That claustrophobia gimmick was a damned hoax, Robson! I knew it all along! JR: I don't think so, Anderson... Stenzel looks GENUINELY PISSED! Talk about a Bruce Banner mood swing right there! [Stenzel picks up Fisher by the hair and points towards the steel cage, prompting cheers from the fans. Stenzel gets a small running start and SLAMS the "Method Man"'s face right into the chain-link! POP!] JA: Oh, man! What a turnaround! JR: The claustrophobic-- JA: Wrong! ALLEGEDLY claustrophobic! JR: Well, the ALLEGEDLY claustrophobic Jeremy Stenzel is beating the living bejesus out of "The Method Man" Chris Fisher! Fisher is busted wide open! [A facial shot shows blood running down the side of Fisher's face and some of it down the bridge of his nose. Just to be graphic, it's obvious where the opening of the cut is... just look at that deep, gooey, bloody mass on the upper-middle right side of his forehead!] JA: EWW! CHANGE THE SHOT! JR: Fisher's already a mess! [Stenzel picks up Fisher by the hair again and sets up Fisher for a suplex.] JR: Where the Hell is he going with that? JA: I dunno, Robson, but I don't have a good feeling about this... [Stenzel tries to lift Fisher... CROWD GASP~!... Fisher reverses and lifts up Stenzel! BOO!... THRAAAAAAAAAAASHHHH!!!!! FRONT FACE SUPLEX ONTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!] JR: OH MY GOD! JA: JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY! JR: DEAR GOD! STENZEL JUST GOT PANCAKED RIGHT INTO THE SIDE OF THE CAGE WITH A FRONT FACE SUPLEX! [Staggering into the center of the ring, Chris Fisher realizes what he did and proceeds to raise his arms in the air, receiving a HUGE heel ovation! Suddenly, the boos change into cheers as... STENZEL SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE OUTTA NOWHERE!] Crowd: STEN-ZEL! STEN-ZEL! STEN-ZEL! JR: WHAT A COMEBACK! JA: Is this guy shooting bull balls or something?! JR: WHAT?! JA: You know... bull balls! Bull testicles! STEROIDS, EINSTEIN! It's where they come from, moron! JR: Uh, right. [Stenzel quickly regains his senses and covers a stunned Chris Fisher. ONE, TWO...] JR: NO! FISHER KICKED OUT! JA: Yeah well, that's what you'd expect from an awesome athlete such as "Method Man" Chris Fisher, baby! Go, Fisher! [Stenzel bitches to the ref briefly about the count, but he seems more concerned with hammering away on Fisher with his fists. Jeremy Stenzel, who is busted open above his right eyebrow, picks up a disgustingly bloody Chris Fisher... THRAAAAASH!!!] JR: STENZEL SLAMMED FISHER INTO THE CAGE! JA: NOOOO! [As Fisher rebounds, Stenzel quickly waistlocks Fisher into a German Suplex!] JR: GERMAN SUPLEX! One! Two! NO! FISHER WITH A SHOULDER UP! JA: YEAH! [Stenzel pounds on the mat in frustration. Suddenly, Stenzel gets that look in his face... he's got another attack of claustrophobia, so it seems.] JR: Uh-oh, I think Jeremy Stenzel just lost his drive for a minute there! JA: Nah, that bastard is faking it! FIGHT LIKE A MAN, COWARD! [Stenzel leans on the ropes and shakes his head, sending off a small spray of sweat and blood inadvertantly, as he tries to regain his senses. Stenzel makes his way back to Fisher's downed body... MALE CROWD GROAN!] JR: FISHER WITH A LOW BLOW! JA: Yeah, the patented Greco-Roman Nutcracker! Well, you know what they say, Robson--win if you can, lose if you must... but ALWAYS cheat! HA HA! JR: And that strategy is working for Chris Fisher as he's taken advantage of the situation! [Fisher hooks Stenzel into a fireman's carry... THWAM! Into a faceslam!] JA: What a move! [Fisher hooks Stenzel's leg for the cover... ONE, TWO... ] JR: STENZEL KICKS OUT! JA: WHAT?! That was a THREE, dammit! JR: Oh, stop being a heel! You know it was a two! JA: [Sarcastically] Wah. [A bloody Chris Fisher pulls himself up and begins stomping desperately on a downed and equally bloody Jeremy Stenzel. The crowd is booing relentlessly! Fisher proceeds to flip them off and spit at them through the chain-link cage.] JR: Chris Fisher making some fans there... JA: Yeah, he's an awfully popular fella! [Fisher throws Stenzel into the ropes... he attempts the tilt-a-whirl gutbuster... reversal by Stenzel... HURACANRANA! POP!] JA: NOOOO! JR: WHAT A 'RANA BY STENZEL! [Both men are down. The crowd is chanting "STEN-ZEL, STEN-ZEL, STEN-ZEL" as the aformentioned competitor is attempting to pull himself to his feet. Fisher appears to have gotten up first, but he appears woozy, as a result of the loss of blood.] JR: Man, both men are worn. What a match! JA: Yeah, whatever. Fisher's gonna win! [Stenzel attempts a clothesline... BOO! He misses! Fisher with a gutshot... Fisher hooks Stenzel for a suplex?] JR: Fisher is trying to lift Stenzel, but Stenzel's blocking it! JA: C'MON, FISHER! JR: Fisher lifts... NO! STENZEL GETS FISHER-- [THRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASHHH!!!! HUGE MEGA-HARDCORE POP!] JR: VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO THE CAGE! JA: NOOOOOOOOO! JR: FISHER IS FINISHED! BUT STENZEL'S NOT PINNING HIM! [Stenzel, in a deep rage, spits on Chris Fisher. He now begins climbing the chain-link cage to the top. The crowd's cheers slowly rise in volume!] JR & JA: WHAT?! [Now at the top of the steel cage, Stenzel balances himself and appears to be in a trance.] JR: WHAT THE HELL!? Crowd: STEN-ZEL! STEN-ZEL! STEN-ZEL! JA: HE'S GONNA JUMP! [Stenzel leaps off the top of the cage with an elbow drop aimed at a prone Chris Fisher! . . . . . . . . . . . . THWWWWWHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!! SHOCKED CROWD POP!] JR: OHMIGAAAAWWWD! HE MISSED! STENZEL MISSED IT! HE'S GOTTA HAVE DISLOCATED THAT SHOULDER, AT LEAST THE ELBOW! JA: HOOOLY SHHHIT! FISHER MOVED! JR: Anderson, that is a... NOOOO SHHHIT! JA: Touche! [Fisher, almost shocked that he's still in the contest, looks down at a half-concious Jeremy Stenzel... and covers him! ONE, TWO... ] JR: SHOULDER UP! HOW'D HE DO THAT?! Give this young man some credit! JA: Man, Stenzel survived that 15-foot fall! You gotta give him a prostitute, some crack, AND some credit! [Fisher debates the count to the ref, but then realizes that he's got everything under control. Fisher picks up Stenzel... FISHERMAN'S DDT!] JR: IT'S OVER! ONE, TWO, THRREEEE!!! JA: YES! I knew it! [BOO!] JR: What the--?! [Daemon Winters, Jaason Steele, and Paul Krutsch make their way down the aisle and enter the steel cage!] JA: SYNDICATE! I'll bet they're gonna congratulate Fisher on his hard fought win! JR: Yeah, the win was hard fought alright... but I seriously doubt they're here to congratulate Fisher... [That comment is said just as all members of the Syndicate begin stomping away on Jeremy Stenzel! HEEL POP!] JR: This is a gang beating! Somebody stop these jerks! JA: I don't know who's gonna save Stenzel, I mean-- [POP!] JR: IT'S WEST COAST CONNECTION! HIGHTOWER AND JOHNSTON! JA: But it's still four on three! Well, four on two, if you don't count Stenzel, who is just plain OUT! [As WWC continue to do battle with Syndicate, the Syndicate gradually gains the upper hand as Krutch and Winters have taken out Hightower and handcuffed him to the cage. Johnston, who is fighting valiantly, is Fisherman DDT'd by Chris Fisher! BOO!] JR: OH! JA: Look at this, Robson... they're handcuffing Stenzel, Hightower, and Johnston to the cage! What? JR: And what on God's Green Earth is that bastard Chris Fisher doing? [The camera catches a shot of Chris Fisher exiting the cage. He begins searching under the ring apron for something.] JA: Well, you know it's trouble comin' up when a wrestler looks under the ring apron. JR: Yeah, that's for sure. [Chris Fisher is now brandishing... A BARBED WIRE BAT!] JR: HOLY CRAP! What's he gonna do with that? JA: Well, he's gonna hit a home run with it, Robson. Except he's gonna be using HEADS! HA HA HA! [Fisher threateningly enters the ring with the barbed-wire bat. He plays a sick game of "Eenie, Meenie, Minie, Moe" and picks Hightower. Fisher raises the bat, but--] JR: JOHN GRENCHEN! IT'S "HELLRAISER" JOHN GRENCHEN! JA: WHAT?! NOOO! [Grenchen enters the ring and proceeds to snatch the barbed-wire bat out of Fisher's hand... WHACK!] JR: FISHER'S DOWN! [WHACK!] THERE GOES WINTERS! [Gutshot... WHACK!] KRUTSCH! [Punch... backhand... WHACK!] AND STEELE! GRENCHEN JUST SAVED WCC AND STENZEL! JA: That son of a bitch! He spoiled all the fun! JR: And Ina is unlocking everybody who's been handcuffed... Hightower makes eye contact with Grenchen! [Hightower seems to stare emotionlessly into Grenchen's eyes, who have an equal state as Hightower's. They head towards each other and get into a huge fistfight! Johnston and a dazed Stenzel, as well as Ina, attempt to break up the affair. Security comes in as well.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Francine: The following contest is set for one fall with a 25 minute time limit, and it is a Hell of Earth Match for the IWF/WOW North American Championship! [The crowd pops highly anticipating the match.] Francine: Introducing the challenger... ["THE HEAT IS ON" by GLENN FREY begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, formerly from Montreal, Quebec, now residing in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 242 pounds, here is ... "THE ROCKET" RICHARD BLAIR!!!!! [THE ROCKET RICHARD BLAIR goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. The Rocket enters the ring area to countless pyrotechnics and fire which he walks through to enter the ring. Once he reaches the apron 12 rocket like pyro stream across the roof and explode and lead to the lights returning to the arena. Wears a leather jacket to the ring with Badd Attitude written on the back and the picture of rockets on the front. Shorts are black vinyl with Badd Attitude on the back and Rockets on the front with BLAIR on top of it.] Francine: And his opponent... ["Hell Isn't Good" begins to play over the loudspeakers and the fans give a mixed reaction, although there are more cheers than jeers for the North American Champion.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from 7th Circle of Hell standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing 258 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Mistress Sonia, he is the current and reigning IWF/WOW North American Champion, here is ... THE HELLRAISER! JOHN GRENCHEN! [A light mist starts to fall among the crowd as a pleasurable breeze flows. "Little boy at peace, what is this place, beyond the stars. Open up yours eyes. What are these things you're moving towards. Eyes full of wonder" Lights begin to flash of white. "Worries in the past... could it be you're free?" Lights go out and an explodsion comes from the entrance and The Hellraiser comes out with a microphone. HELLRAISER: NO! Lights turn red as screams and yells of pain are heard through the P.A "Little boy you're going to hell! For Throwin rocks at the birds, saying bad words, and having sex everyday. You're not going anywhere this ain't disneyland it's hell." Hellraiser walks towards the ring leaving a trail of fire behind him "Little boy it's time for you to pay! For hurtin the birds Not going to church And looking at boobs everyday! You thought you were in bed instead you're in hell!" Hellraiser goes through the ropes and the turnbuckle posts explode and the ropes seem to be on fire "Hell isn't good! Hell isn't good! It's Hell! Hell isn't good! Hell isn't good! Its Hell!.] Jim Robson: Well folks this match should promise to be one hell of a match, and somebody's gonna be winning or retaining the I/W North American Title.....but with the stipulations in this match....you have to think that neither man will really...walk away...from this match! Jack Anderson: Well I agree with you Jim....but shut up....The Hellraiser has the mic and is ready to speak.... JHG: WELCOME POTENTIAL HELLRAISERS! [[Mix reaction but this time mostly cheers]] JHG: It is time for the match that you've all be waiting for. HELL ON EARTH! [[Huge pop]] JHG: Now, you see that I carry no weapon, unlike my primitive opponent the Blair Bit... oh I'm sorry. There might be children watching this at home. Because I think it deserves to walk out here on its own. Jack Anderson: What? Jim Robson: What weapon walks? JHG: This weapon can.... no.... the Hellraiser MUST correct himself....this weapon WILL have him keep his title. And he will make you another victim Blair. Jim Robson: MY GOD! IT CAN'T BE! Jack Anderson: I thought they hated each other! [["Eye of The Tiger" by Survivor plays and the fans are confused but give a pop as Hightower walks slowly down to the ring, looking unhappy about his appearance in this match]] JHG: MY WEAPON! HIGHTOWER! Jack Anderson: Now Richard Blair needs to worry about the Hellraiser AND Hightower! This is a big mess. Jim Robson: I agree Jack but the thing that is bothering me is the reaction of Hightower. He doesn't seem to happy about being here right now....we all know that there is some history between John Grenchen and Hightower....but this....well this is just confusing as hell! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Well the bell has sounded and that means that the match is officially underway! Jack Anderson: Gee you think?!?! [Richard Blair starts to nervously pace inside the ring, while John Grenchen is ordering Hightower to get into the ring, but he is hesitant to do so.] Jack Anderson: Well it seems like you are right Jim, Hightower looks like he doesn't want to be a part of this match....but my big question is.....John Grenchen is allowed a non-fatal weapon...so where is Blairs non-fatal weapon?? Jim Robson: Good question but....FROM BEHIND COMES BLAIR.... [Richard Blair interupts the arguing between Hightower and John Grenchen with a forearm blow across the back of The Hellraiser. Then Blair spins him around and starts throwing heavy fists to the mid-section of Grenchen.] Jim Robson: Richard Blair is seemingly fighting for his li9fe right now as he is trying to take the big man down! Blair goes for an Irish Whip into that barbed wire...NO GRENCHEN REVERSES AND COUNTERS WITH A CLOTHSLINE!! [The crowd gives a mixed reaction, with more cheers then jeers, as The Hellraiser starts stomping away at a fallen Richard Blair. Then John Grenchen turns his attention to Hightower, and starts barking orders at him to get into the ring, which Hightower ignores. Grenchen shakes his head in anger as he goes back to assaulting Richard Blair, while on the outside of the ring Mistress Sonia walks over to Hightower and gets in his face about not helping out John Grenchen.] Jim Robson: Well folks in case you just joined us....the stipulations for this match was that each man is allowed one non-fatal weapon, and the weapon that John Grenchen chose was none other than the man who helped him by accident win the North American Title...Hightower ...HOWEVER....Hightower seemingly does not want to be invovled in this match.... Jack Anderson: Yeah but it looks like Mistress Sonia is FORCING him to get invovled in this match....!!! [Hightower seems to give up and finally starts to get into the ring, carefully sliding under the bottom of the barbed wire that has been put in place of the ring ropes.] Jim Robson: Well Hightower is in the ring now finally....and John Grenchen is giving him more orders.... Jack Anderson: So I guess the theme of this match is.....if you helped me win the NA Title then you can help me retain it??? Jim Robson: That might just be it....or it may be more mind games being played by "The Hellraiser" John Grenchen....either way....he seems to have some sort of control here right now over one half of the I/W Tag Team Champs! [John Grenchen picks up Richard Blair and holds him up for Hightower, and signals that he wants Hightower to give Blair the Hightower's Edge, to the outside of the ring on the thorn bushes.] Jack Anderson: Oh if he hits this move....that's gonna leave Richard Blair a bloody mess!!! [Hightower hesitates, then sets up Richard Blair for a Hightower's Edge, but then suddenly shakes his head and goes to climb out of the ring, leaving John Grenchen flabbergasted at this.] Jim Robson: Well it looks like Hightower has opted not to get invovled yet in this match....if he plans to get invovled at all!! Jack Anderson: What a typical worm....Hightower will try to weasel his way out of anything! Jim Robson: Yeah but who said he even agreed to be out here?? Jack Anderson: Er good point but still.... [John Grenchen is furious and starts yelling at hightower who is now on the outside of the ring, leaning against the cage wall right by the commentators booth. Then Mistress Sonia comes over and starts yelling at Hightower, and the conversation between the trio can be heard by the mic's that are placed on the commentators table.] Mistress Sonia: What the hell do you think you're doing?!?! Hightower: Whatever the hell I please! John Grenchen: Listen you punk....you're here to help me and take orders from ME...got it!!! Hightower: Hey I don't have to listen to anybody.... John Grenchen: Well your name was put on the contract, and if you violate this contract then you're looking at a law suit!!! [After hearing this Hightower seems to get very angry and walks away from Mistress Sonia and Grenchen, to the other side of the cage as they both follow, still yelling at Hightower but out of earshot of the commentator mics.] Jim Robson: How do you like that? Jack Anderson: A lawsuit?/ Yeah that sounds like a better idea...don't let him help you in this match Hellraiser....SUE HIM INSTEAD! [John Grnehcn carefully leans aginst the barbed wire ropes and starts yelling at Hightower again.] Jim Robson: Well it looks like the plan that John Grenchen had for this match backfired....AND THERE'S THE PROOF... [Richard Blair gets to his feet and charges at Grenchen, nailing him with a Cross Body Press from behind that sends John Grenchen chest first into the barbed wire ropes.] Jim Robson: THE HELLRAISER JUST GOT IMPALED ONTO THOSE BARBED WIRE ROPES!!! Jack Anderson: And a smart move by Richard Blair.....taking advantage while Grenchen agrues with the half baked twit on the outside of the ring! Jim Robson: Blair turns Grenchen around...Hip Toss...nicely followed up by an Elbow Drop from The Rocket...he covers.... REF: One..... . . . . . Tw..... Jim Robson: No a kickout by The Hellraiser!!! [The fans give a mixed reaction as Blair slowly pulls John Grenchen back to his feet.] Jim Robson: Blair is looking around....and i think his eye caught something..yes it did...and...OH MY GOD BULLDOG BY RICHARD BLAIR ON THE HELLRAISER FACE FIRST ONTO THE BARBED WIRE ROPES!!! [The crowd gives a "ooooohhhhhh" pop as Blair gets up to his feet and smiles down at Grenchen, who has blood running from multiple cuts on his face.] Jack Anderson: Well so far it looks like everything that John Grenchen had planned for this match is backfiring against him. He planned to win using Hightower as his s'pecial weapon'....but Hightower wants nothing to do with this match...and the barbed wire that grenchen planned to use in this match is being used against him right now!!! ["The Rocket" Richard Blair stomps away some more at the fallen, bloodied John Grenchen, then turns towards Hightower who is still on the outside of the ring, and points a finge4r down at him, yelling at him to stay out of the match.] Jack Anderson: Well it looks like Blair is giving Hightower a piece of his mind! [Hightower glares up at Richard Blair, then a grin crosses his lips as he flips Richard Blair the finger, and the fans pop as Blair gets very angry.] Jim Robson: AND IT LOOKS LIKE HIGHTOWER JUST GAVE BLAIR A PIECVE OF HIS MIND!!! [Blair gets furious after being fingered, and kicks away at John Grenchen a few more times before picking him back up to his feet.] Jim Robson: Blair with Grenchen, he goes to toss him out of the ring....no wait Grenchen with an elbow to the ribs of Blair...and another one...AND JOHN GRENCHEN TOSSES RICHARD BLAIR OVER THE TOP ROPES AND ONTO THOSE THRON BUSHES ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!! [The crowd pops as Ruchard Blair lands on the thron bushes on the outside of the ring, getting multiple little gashes all over his face and arms.] Jack Anderson: OH NO... Jim Robson: John Grenchen is not done yet, he clims up to the top turnbuckle....he waits...he waits...AND HE NAILS RICHARD BLAIR WITH A TROP ROPE CLOTHSLINE ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING AND BLAIR GOES CRASHING BACK DOWN ON THOSE THORNS!!! [The crowd gives another pop as Mistress Sonia cheers on The Hellraiser, as Hightower watches, seeming uninterested in the match.] Jim Robson: Twice in a row...twice in a row John Grenchen put Richard Blair into those thorn bushes on the otuside of the ring, and now both men are a bloody mess!! Jack Anderson: This match has got to end soon, I know it's barely started but both men are losing alot of blood right now! ["The Hellraiser" John Grenchen rolls Richard Blair back in the ring and follows him inside.] Jim Robson: Both men are back in the ring now....GRENCHEN GOES FOR THE COVER... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jim Robson: No kickout by Blair! [The fans give a mixed reaction as John Grenchen seems a bit shocked that The Rocket kicked out.] Jack Anderson; How did "The Rocket" kick out?!? I mean I am glad that he kicked out but HOW did he kick out?!?!?! Jim Robson: Well Grenchen is staying focused for this attack....he gets back to his feet....he picks Blair up....AND A IRISH WHIP THAT SENDS RICHARD BLAIR CRASHING BACK FIRST INTO THAT EXPOSED STEEL TURNBUCKLE!!!! [The crowd "ooohhh's" and "aaaahhh's" again.] Jim Robson: Grenchen measures up Blair....AND HE COMES CHARGING IN AND CRASHING DOWN ON BLAIR WITH A AVALANCHE SPLASH!!!! [The crowd gives a small pop.] Jack Anderson: Wow....Richard Blair has taken some punishment thus far and....what the hell is Grenchen doing now?? ["The Hellraiser" John Grenchen drags Blair over to the barbed wire ropes.] Jim Robson: Grenchen is setting up Blair....NO NO NO JOHN GRENCHEN JUST POWERBOMBED RICHARD BLAIR ONTO THOSE BARBED WIRE ROPES!!! [The crowd gives a shocked pop, and John Grenchen stands there, with a sadistic smile on his face as he glares down at Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: I can't believe that...Blair was just....POWERBOBMED ...onto that sharp barbed wire....and "The Rocket" is now soaked with blood!!! Jack Anderson: Yeah but now this ring only has 'three sides to it'.....after that Powerbomb those strands of wire came lose from their supports, so now there is an open side to the ring!! [John Grenchen examines his destruction, then after shouting some orders at Hightower, which Hightower ignores, and Grenchen decides to carry out his own dirty work as he climbs out of the ring.] Jim Robson: What is the North American Champ got planned here??? Jack Anderson: A table??? [John Grenchen pulls a table outy from underneath the ring, and slides it in the ring. Then when Grenchen gets back inside of the ring he sets up the table near the one corner tunrbuckle, then he goes and grabs the barbed wire and places in on the table.] Jim Robson: What does the North American Champion have planned here!?!?! Jack Anderson: I dunno but whatever it is, it looks like it's gonna hurt! Jim Robson: Grenchen is turning his attention back to Richard Blair....grenchen drags him away from the corner...he goes for another irish Whip into the same corner....BUT NO BLAIR COUNTERS WITH AN IRISH WHIP OF HIS OWN!!! [The crowd gives a very small pop as Grenchen crashes chest first into the steel turnbuckle, then staggers back.] Jim Robson; Blair grabs Grenchen by the scruff of his neck and the back of his trunks....AND BLAIR JUST THREW GRENCHEN THROUGH THE OPEN SIDE OF THE RING RIGHT INTO THE CAGE WALL....AND DOWN INTO THE THRON BUSHES!!!! [The crowd gives a shocked pop as Mistress Sonia can't believe what she has just seen, and Hightower still doesn't seem like he wants to be a part of the match.] Jack Anderson: Well Richard Blair just turned the tide of this match...and now both men are equally soaked in blood!! [The camera pans down to the thron bushes on the outside of the ring, as John Grenchen very very slowly tries to make his way out of the mess. In the meantime Mistress Sonia seems to get very very upset, and she climbs in the ring to confront Richard Blair.] Jack Anderson: Hey Sonia be careful, that's dangerous territory!! Jim Robson: Well Mistress Sonia is getting in the face of "The Rocket" Richard Blair..... [Mistress Sonia slaps Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: And Misress Sonia is really hot now....but so is Blair....MY GOD NO BLAIR JUST DECKED SONIA!!! [The crowd gives a shocked pop and then starts to boo as Richard Blair immediatly grabs Mistress Sonia by the throat, and drags her over to the barbed wire ring ropes.] Jim Robson: NO DAMNIT NO WHAT'S HE DOING!?!?!? Jack Anderson: I THINK HE'S GONNA CUT HER FACE UP!!! [Richard Blair almost has the face of Mistress Sonia touching the barbed wire.] Jim Robson: NO HE'S GONNA MAKE HER BLEED.....NO IT'S HIGHTOWER TO THE RESCUE....HIGHTOWER TO THE RESCUE!!!! [The crowd goes nuts as Hightower rushes in the ring and starts pounding away heavily and swiftly on "The Rocket" Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: Hightower is not going to stand for Blair's actions, and for the first official time in this match Hightower is being involved.... Jack Anderson: Yeah but it's not to help John Grenchen like he is supposed to, this time it is to save Mistress Sonia!! [Hightower continues to beat up on Richard Blair, and as he does so the camera pans over to "The Hellraiser" John Grenchen, who is slowly but surely trying to make his way back into the ring. When the camera pans back to Hightower, he is dragging Richard Blair over to the turnbuckle where the table was placed by John Grenchen, with the barbed wire still laying on top of the table.] Jim Robson: What is Hightower doing now? He's sitting up on the top turnbuckle....wait he's setting Richard Blair up for something.... [The crowd gives a huge pop.] Jim Robson: MY GOD HIGHTOWER JUST GAVE BLAIR A VICTIMIZER FROM THE TOP TUNBUCKLE.....RIGHT THROUGH THAT BARBED WIRE COVERED TABLE!!! [The crowd continues to pop as Hightower gets up and walks over to check on Mistress Sonia, who is in somewhat of a shocked state from Hightower's help, and as Hightower is checking on Sonia John Grenchen crawls over to the bloody Blair and drapes his arm over him.] Jack Anderson: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT...A VICTIMIZER THOUGH THE TABLE, FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, ONTO THAT BARBED WIRE....AND JOHN GRENCHEN IS COVERING THE ROCKET!?!?!?!? REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Francine: Here is your winner of thematch and still IWF/WOW North American Champion.... "THE HELLRAISER" JOHN GRENCHEN!!! [The crowd has a mixed reaction, with more cheers then before thrown in, as the cage starts to rise and the ref hands John Grenchen the North American Title as Mistress Sonia helps Grenchen to his feet. While this is all happening Hightower is tanding ni the ring, watching Grenchen being helped to his feet.] Jack Anderson: Well Grenchen retains his title thanks to Hightower! Jim Robson: Yes but Hightower didn't attack Blair to help out John Grenchen....he was attacking Blair because of his attack on Mistress Sonia..... Jack Anderson: Frankly i find this whole damn situation very confusing. Jim Robson: So do I.... [As the referee is helping Richard Blair out of the ring and to the back, John Grenchen and Hightower are having a staredown in the ring, then the crowd gives a monster heel pop and both Grenchen and Hightower look towards the entrance way.] Jim Robson: HERE COMES THE SYNDICATE!!! [All four members of The Syndicate jump into the ring and attack both John Grenchen and Hightower.] Jim Robson: This is no fair.....The Hellraiser just had a match, it's 4 on 2....why is The Syndicate down here anyways??? Jack Anderson: That's an easy answer.....Grenchen got invovled in the Syndicate's business when they were trying to destroy Hightower and company ealier on in the night, and this is what's called payback! [The crowd gives a huge face pop this time.] Jim Robson: IT'S MIKE JOHNSTON AND JEREMY STENZEL!!! HERE COMES THE CALVARY!! ["The Wildman" Mike Johnston and Jeremy Stenzel rush down to the ring, and they are followed by an army of referee's and security officials as all hell breaks loose down inside the ring.] Jim Robson: We've got a fight going on here......IT'S PURE CHAOS DOWN AT RINGSIDE RIGHT NOW!!! [The crowd boo's as security breaks the fight up, getting all four members of The Syndicate out of the ring. As security pushes them back to the backstage area....all four men shout obsenaties towards the ring, where the foursome in the ring yells right back at them.] Jim Robson: Well thank god secuirty was down here in a hurry because things were about to get very ugly.... Jack Anderson: yeah only because The Syndicate was about to reign supreme over those four freaks! Jim Robson: Uh oh.....it looks like more fighting is about to come.... [Suddenly John Grenchen and Hightowerr turn and face each other, and they start yelling and pushing each other right away. Mike Johnston and Jeremy Stenzel are unsure of what to do, and for a few moments they just stand there confused.] Jim Robson: It looks like there's trouble in paradise now! Jack Anderson: Come on John kick his ass!!! [John Grenchen and Hightower are pulled apart by Johnston and Stenzel, and Grenchen climbs out of the ring, and walks over to the timekeepers table and grabs amic, and he glares right up at Hightower as he speaks.] JHG: Hightower....I told you before to back off and stay out of my business. You know I AM the greatest North American Champion of all time, and it is eating you up inside. Well I gave you your chance to secum to me, and now soon you will see my wrath, and somebody, who knows maybe even yourself....will become...just another victim!! [With that being said John Grenchen throws down the mic, and grabs Mistress Sonia by her hand, while holding on to the North American Title, and the two of them walk away from the ring, with neither person looking back. While they leave Johnston and Stenzel restrain Hightower, who is trying to break lose and chase after Grenchen.] Jack Anderson: Okay now what I'd like to know is what the hell is going on here?? Jim Robson: Good question Jack....I'd like to know as well...this whole situation is very confusing but the night is still not over and maybe our questions will be answered later on this evening! ------------------------------------------------------------------ [[Hell isn't good blares at the P.A as John "Hellraiser" Grenchen walks to the ring with Mistress Sonia with him. They walk to the commentator's table]] J.R: What the Hell? J.A: Ironic choice of words. J.R: After a brutal match he's going to come back? [[Hellraiser comes in limping down the aisle with a standing pop from the crowd with them chanting "Hellraiser" over and over. He sits down on the chair and puts on some headphones]] J.R: I must say you've got guts. You just put on a spectacular show like that. JHG: I know, and that Blair B*tch put more of a fight than I expected. But it comes to prove that I am a true Hellraiser. Lets get on with the match. This is something I want to see. [[Ding ding ding]] Francine: Ladies and Gentlemen! This match is for one fall and this will be for the INTERCONTENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP! [[Crowd pops]] ["SO YOU WANNA BE A CHAMION?" blares over the loudspeakers as "champions" by Grinspoon plays. Red, white, and blue lights flash from the entrance ramp with the beat of the music. Then Al Steel jumps out of the entrance and points backwards. Then we see IWF/WOW superstar John Van Mann walk out and look around at all his fans. John is dressed in a green, black, and blue singlet with his trademark Ying/Yang symbol on his chest and the worlds "John Van Mann" across his back.] Announcer: Coming down to the ring, weighing in at 230lbs. From Detroit, Michigan. He is a member of The New Millennium and the self-proclaimed next intercontinental champion. He is…. JOHN VAN MANN!!!!!!!!! [John walks down slapping hands with his fans and pointing at signs in the crowd. He circles the ring and then climbs in. John jumps to the top rope and does some more posing to his adoring public. He says a few words to Al Steel and then Al hops off the apron and heads to the back.] J.R Here comes John Van Mann, he's in top form and I believe he's the one who defeated you twice if I recalled. JHG: Maybe, but that's ancient history. I'm here to watch his loss to Tommy Grayson. I believe I commentated that Santa on a Pole match. Oh yes I just remembered. [[A loud bang is heard]] J.A: What's that? J.R: Not the sound effects again. JHG: Yep. ["It's Tricky" by the Bloodhound Gang now begins blaring throughout the arena. The fans gradually begin rising to their feet and then proceed to exude a passionate heel ovation towards Tommy Grayson, who slowly emerges through the entrance and the cascade of mist wearing an agitated expression on his face. He is accompanied by his valet, Katrina Leigh, who appears a little bit agitated herself. Grayson is in his ring attire of black full legged tights with white swooshes strewn all over in abstract manner, black kneepads, black kicking pads with matching regulation boots, and black elbowpads. He is also wearing a sleeveless black "I LUV CONNIE LINGGUS!" shirt. His long, shoulder-length hair, drenched with water and partially slicked back, is dyed orange-red with his cheek and chin length bangs streaked with black and blond.] Francine: Making his way down the aisle, accompanied by his valet Katrina Leigh, from New York City, weighing in at 229 pounds... he is the IWF/WOW Intercontinental champion... . . . "MORAL DEGENERACY" TOMMY GRAAAAAAYSON!!! [Grayson rudely shoves Leigh aside and storms past her. He ignores the obscenities shouted to him by the anti-Grayson ringside fans as he quickly slides into the ring, not even showboating one bit and not even allowing Katrina Leigh to enter the ring and strut her stuff for the male percentage. Grayson removes his shirt and obnoxiously throws it into the referee's face. He begins pacing angrily around the ring, awaiting the bell to ring.] JHG: And here comes our champion. [[Trumpet effects are played]] J.A [To J.R] Is he always this looney? JHG: Did you forget that I can hear every word you say? J.A: Uh… I mean… did I say 'looney'? JHG: Yes. J.A: I mean. JHG: Get lost. J.A: Of course. Yes Mr. Hellraiser. JHG: Just us again. This brings back memories. [Ding ding] JHG: The two men are circling each other like vultures, and the title is the meat. J.R: Both men grab each other! An Elbow to Collar lock up! JHG: This is intresting. Both are speed demons and tech masters. They have no advantage nor disadvantage. I'm glad I chose this match. [[Tommy Grayson knees John Vann Mann]] J.R: Lovely knee! Maybe underhanded but we could tell like they could that power is not going to be an issue here. JHG: Ain't that the truth. [[Tommy sweeps John and puts him in an STF]] JHG: Yes. Score two points for Tommy! [[The Charge sound byte is played with cheering]] [[Crowd boos]] J.R: The crowd doesn't agree with you nor your sound box. The ref continues to ask if John gives up. But it appears that John is saying no. JHG: Hurt him Tom! Hurt him for me! J.R Tommy Grayson finally gives up trying to make John submit. [[Tommy Grayson goes to the top ropes and waits for John to get up]] JHG: Look at that. He's measuring him. [[Tommy yells at John to get up.]] J.R: Double axe handle and….. [[John punches Tommy in the gut and then quickly does a Auzi Moonsault]] JHG: That was beautiful…. Don't you think so folks? [[Cricket sound byte is played]] J.R: WILL YOU TURN THAT OFF! JHG: No. Ref counts! 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . KICKOUT! This was almost over. J.R: Don't count Tommy out. We've both seen him work. JHG: He was lucky his foot caught that santa hat. Nothing about his skill. But still, I rather see him win than John. [[John grabs Tommy by the hair and lifts him up. Tommy continues to stumble on his feet.]] J.R: John Vann Mann runs to the ropes and… KILLER FLYING CLOTHESLINE! JHG: [[Playing a byte from Southpark]] Wait, I think…. YES! HE HAS BEEN DECAPITATED! J.R: Or darn near close to it. [[Tommy stumbles up with the ropes he leans on them and takes a breather]] JHG: He's a sitting duck. [[JVM signals to the crowd. He runs and does a flying clothesline]] J.R: WOW! Both men fall out of the ring! Amazing! Just amazing! [[The ref yells at john Vann Mann and JVM complains back]] JHG: Aw, poor baby getting scolded by a ref? [[Plays a crying baby bit]] J.R: I'm getting tired of that thing. JHG: By the time we get done with this match you'll be passed out from this thing. [[Tommy gets up and grabs the bell]] JHG: YEAH! YOU KNOW THE SAYING! "WHAT THE HELL! USE THE BELL!" [[Tommy turns JVM around and hits him on the head with the bell]] J.R: COME ON! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR! JHG: I thought it was perfectly called for. J.R: You're just taking sides because JVM beat you in that match you had last PPV. JHG: Mention that again and I'll beat you to heaven to hell to Pago Pago. J.R: I'm shivering. JHG: You shouldn't Pago Pago is quite nice this time of year. [[Tommy Grayson waits for John to get up]] JHG: Look…. He's measuring him. [[JVM turn around and gets a closeline with the bell]] J.R: COME ON! THAT CALLS FOR A D.Q! JHG: John would hate that. He wouldn't get the belt. [[Tommy throws the bell away and throws JVM back into the ring and climbs to the top rope]] J.R: Acrobatics are about to be preformed! [[Tommy turns around and does a springboard moonsault!]] J.R: Ooooh! He missed that completely! JHG: He's going to feel that for a while. [[Tommy holds to his chest and rolls around]] JHG: This is a perfect time for John to capitalize. [[The ref counts while both men struggle to get up]] J.R: John Vann Mann using the ropes, is trying to get up and get back to the fight. Amazing how after being pounded by the bell twice he can still get up. JHG: Gee, I go through hell and that was a great match, he just gets his bell rung and he's AMAZING! J.R: Stop trying to get the spotlight back on you. [[JVM gets up and grabs Tommy by the hair and pulls him up and does and neckbreaker]] J.R: Wonderful neckbreaker! JVM gets back on his feet [[JVM looks at Tommy Grayson and does a leg drop]] JHG: That was a good leg drop…. Though I could do one better. J.R: Ugh! John grabs Tommy by the hair and does and irish whip. He runs to the other rope and…. [[Crowd groans]] JHG: Wow! J.R: Both men closelined each other! They are out! [[Ref begins to count again]] JHG: This is a great match! I'm glad I got to watch it up close. [[ Both men gets up and Tommy runs and JVM does a leg sweep.]] JHG: They were up, now they're down again. [[JVM gets a second wind and winds up a figure four]] J.R: FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR! JHG: Ah! YES! SCREAMS! Hear that! [[Tommy continues to scream in pain as the ref asks if he submits and Tommy continues to yell no]] J.R: Both men are tired and worn out! How much more can each take! JHG: Look here! Tommy is trying to reverse it! [[Tommy struggles to turn over as John applies more pressure.]] J.R: And he….. GOT IT! HE REVERSED THE FIGURE FOUR! JVM IS SCREAMING! JHG: Ring the damn bell! He's not getting out! J.R: Don't count out JVM he has very high stamina! [[JVM struggles for the ropes and finally gets it]] JHG: Oh come on! J.R: He has to break it! JHG: Where's that stamina! To grab the ropes? J.R: Gotta grab something. Ref is telling Grayson to let go. And he does. [[Tommy grabs JVM's arm]] JHG: Time for the short-arm superkick…. That's a pathetic name for a finisher. J.R: Shut up! [[Tommy pulls the arm]] J.R: And…. HE GOT IT! HE GOT THE SUPERKICK! HE PINS! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . 3!! NO! KICK OUT! SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE! JHG: Ugh! Come on Grayson! [[Grayson complains to the ref while JVM is lying unconscious]] JHG: Stop complaining and do it again! J.R: My god! JVM is getting up. He grabs Tommy from behind! GERMAN SUPLEX! [[Ref counts]] 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . 3!!! [[Ding ding ding]] JHG: My god! That stupid, ignorant, pathetic, Francine: And the winner and STILL CHAMPION! TOMMY "MORAL DEGENERACY" GRAYSON! JHG: What? I thought JVM won. J.R: So does he. Lets look at the double play. [[Double play screen goes]] J.R: Here's John grabbing Tommy from behind and doing a beautiful suplex.. there's the 1…2… and thr-- WAIT! Look at Grayson's shoulders and look at John's. JHG: HA! Grayson's shoulders are up and John's is down! BEAUTIFUL! HA! What a rookie mistake. Well, [[Cheers and applause byte is played]] This has been another Hellraiser Production. J.R: Get out! GET OUT! ------------------------------------------------------------------ J.R: Well, this End of the World will certainly not be forgotten. J.A: Of course. We had the Hell on Earth, The Asylum Match, and now we have a rivalry to be settled for the IWF/WoW tag team championship. [[Ding ding]] Francine: Ladies and Gentlemen. If I may have your attention please. This bout is for one fall and it is for the IWF/WoW tag team championship! [[Crowd pops]] ["Bow Down" by the West Side Connection begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers as the crowd awaits the entrance of The West Coast Connection.] Francine: Coming down the aisle at a total combined weight of 499 pounds, here is "The Wildman" Mike Johnston and Hightower, they are... T H E... W E S T... C O A S T... C O N N E C T I O N ! ! ! [fireworks go off above the VideoTron as out from behind the curtain comes Hightower and "The Wildman" Mike Johnston, and the crowd gives a big pop as they pause at the top of the entrance way, with hands on hips scanning the crowd with a pleased look, then they head down to the ring, with both men slapping hands with the fans. They get to the ring and climb in. Then they both stand one in front of the other in the middle of the ring. Hightower, in front of him "The Wildman and they stand there with arms raised in the air, flashing the WCC sign, and pyro's go off from the ring posts, receiving a pop. Then the smoke clears and Hightower and Johnston hop up on opposite turnbuckles and flash the WCC sign to the crowd, finally hopping down and ready for the start of their match.] J.R: And here comes the champions now. J.A: They certainly do NOT have my vote. J.R: I must add that Ina is not anywhere around in the Arena and we have been looking for her all day. But unfortunately we could not find her. J.A: She might have figured that it is hopeless and gave up on these losers. ["Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins to play as the crowd boos.] Announcer: Coming down the aisle, weighing in at a combined 425 pounds. They hail from America but call Japan their true home...they call themselves the best damn tag team in the world today...they are... CYCLONE GAIJIN!!! HURRICAINE STRAFER!!! THEY ARE...THE LIGHTNING BOLTS!!!!! [Pyro explodes as Strafer and Gaijin makes their appearance. The crowd starts to boo even louder. The Lightning Bolts make their way down to ringside, completely ignoring the audience. Strafer is wearing long blue tights with a white lightning bolt on the left leg. He also wears white boots and a blue mask. Gaijin is wearing a black bodysuit with black boots with a red lightning bolt on the right leg and a red "V" on the chest, along with a black mask with two red horns on the side. They both hop up on the apron. Strafer slingshots his way into ring as Gaijin hops up to top rope and backflips off the top rope to the center of the ring. Both members of the Lightning Bolts show off some martial arts kicks before posing in the middle of the ring.] [Hurricane Strafer asks for a mic.] Hurricane Strafer: Is this on? Well, well, well, we appear to be one stooge short. I see the Mildman, I see Hightower, but where could Ina be? Where, oh where could she be? Maybe this will answer the question... [Strafer points to the big screen as a video comes on. It shows The Lightning Bolts standing in the loading dock of the arena.] Hurricane Strafer: "No West Coast Connection, you're not seeing double. We filmed this little vinette earlier in the day. But where's the star of our little production? Gaijin, would you be so kind?" [Gaijin goes off screen and bring back back Ina, bound and gagged!] Hurricane Strafer: "Ah, if only she was like this 24-7. But you see, Connection, we wanted our title shot to be a fair encounter, two-on-two. But Ina represents an X factor in the equation. So we've taken it on ourselves to do a little subtraction. Shall we?" [Gaijin hoists up Ina, and Strafer gives her the Thunderclap, driving her head through a wooden pallet!!!] Jim Robson: My God!!! What have the Lightning Bolts done? Ina is in a heap in the back? How long ago was this? How can they do this to a defenseless woman like that? Hurricane Strafer: "So there you go, Connection...now we can have the match with a clear mind. And don't worry, we called an ambulance for her...as far as you know..." [The movie ends.] J.R: MY GOD! J.A: They just made things very eve-- [[Would not Come by Alanis Morissette blares out on the P.A]] J.R: Who the hell is this? J.A: IT'S MISTRESS SONIA! [[Mistress Sonia walks at the end of the aisle with a mic in her hand]] Mistress Sonia: Here's some two pathetic tag teams if I do say so myself. The Whiney Crying Children and Static Electricity. Nothing compared to my tag team Pain & Suffering. But there is one unsettling matter. Hightower, last Monday Mayhem you saved my pretty face from being ruined by that insignificant insect Richard Blair, and for that I have a debt I need to pay. So I'll pay it here and now by managing you! J.R: MISTRESS SONIA IS GONNA MANAGE THE CONNECTION! Mistress Sonia: As for you Bolts, you may have gotten rid of the X factor but now add in the factor that puts the M and S back in S and M. Ring the damn bell. [[Ding ding]] J.A: This is something. Mistress Sonia managing the WCC. J.R: The Bolts did NOT expect this for a second. And I must add neither did I. But can the connection trust the Mistress. [[Both teams are deciding who to start off with. Hurricane goes outside and so does the Wildman.]] J.A: Hightower and Cyclone. The two men circle each other. Two animals waiting for the other to strike. J.R: Cyclone is giving off 10 inches and over 50 pounds. This is a clear disadvantage. Cyclone is going to need to rely on his speed. [[Hightower throws a punch and Cyclone ducks and does a little cheer]] J.R: Bad time for cheering. J.A: Behind you. [[Cyclone turns around and gets greet by a few fists in the face]] J.A: Closed fists! IILEGAL! DQ! DQ! J.R: Title match, not a normal match. J.A: Right! NO DQ! NO DQ! [[Hightower picks up Cyclone and does a bodyslam]] J.A: GOD! He almost planted him! J.R: Hightower stomping on Cyclone and Mistress Sonia is whispering something to the Wildman. [[Hightower does and Irish whip. When Cyclone gets to Wildman he grabs him by the chin and drops to the ground bringing Cyclone over the rope]] J.A: Now that was underhanded. J.R: And what they did to Ina wasn't? J.A: They got Mistress Sonia out of it. So it evens out. J.R: And you know they both use totally different tactics. [[Wildman gets to the ropes and does a Moonsault on top of Cyclone.]] J.R: BEAUTIFUL! [[Hurricane runs to the outside and drop kicks Mike]] J.A: Finally, some justice. [[Hurricane heads towards Mistress Sonia]] J.A: YEAH! GET HER OUT OF THERE! [[Hurricane charges Sonia and Sonia suddenly gets out her whip and whips Hurricane in the face]] J.R: WHOA! Hope the prez didn't see that. J.A: I hope he did. That woman is dangerous with that thing. J.R: Hurricane is holding on to his face. He doesn't seem to be bleeding. But he retreats back. I think he rather face the men then get another crack from that whip. [[ Hightower goes outside and throws back cyclone. He goes to the turnbuckle.]] J.R: He's on the top rope! FLYING ELBOW! NO! Cyclone got out of there just at the last second. He's inching towards Hurricane, which I think is still a little shaken up from that whip. But I think he's alright. [[Cyclone tags and Hurricane runs towards Wildman and gives a dropkick]] J.R: And a drop kick right in the kisser! Mistress Sonia is there to wake him up and Hurricane is yelling at her and she's having no trouble yelling back. [[Hurricane turns around and sees Hightower charging. He moves and Hightower runs into the turnbuckle]] J.A: YES! That's using your head! [[Chop, chop, chop]] J.R: Hurricane is giving powerful chops! We can here them over here. [[Hurricane grabs Hightower and does the fisherman buster]] J.A: YEAH! Pound hightower! Keep him on his back! [[Hurricane gets to the top rope and does a moonsault and pins hightower]] J.R: Ref counts. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . KICKOUT! Two and a half! J.A: That was a slow count! [[Hurricane is complaining while Mistress Sonia gets in the ring]] J.A: What's she doing there. What's that in her hand? [[She waves what in her hand in front of Hightower and he jerks up]] J.A: What was that? J.R: I think that was some smelling salts. Anyhow, Hightower is up and he sees Hurricane. [[Hurricane turns around and sees Hightower up. He has a look of shock in his face but charges and does a spear]] J.A: YEAH! SPEAR! WONDERFUL! Take THAT Sonia. [[Hurricane tags Cyclone and he gets up on the top rope while Hurricane holds to Hightower's legs]] J.R: LEG DROP AND HE GOT IT! Hightower is SHAKING in pain. J.A: Beautiful, I'm getting emotional here. [[Mistress Sonia is yelling at Hightower telling him to get up]] J.A: That wench is really hurting my ears. J.R: I'm really sure you would say that in front of her face. I wonder how the Hellraiser is taking this. J.A: Not very well I can take it. [[Cyclone chops Hightower to the corner and does a little bit of fist work in the stomach of Hightower]] J.R: Cyclone showing some impressive brawling skills, I never through he could do that. J.A: The Lighting Bolts can impress you. J.R: What is sure now is that Hightower needs to make a tag and the Lighting Bolts are not going to allow it. [[Cyclone gets to the top rope and does a bulldog on Hightower]] J.R: Beautiful! That was a good move. J.A: Good? That couldn't have been executed any better. [[Cyclone goes to the top rope]] J.R: Frog Splash! [[Cyclone jumps off]] J.R: DENIED! HIGHTOWER GOT HIS KNEES UP JUST AT THE LAST SPLIT SECOND! J.A: You got to be a thinker in there and Hightower unfortunately is a thinker. J.R: Well, this will allow Hightower to make the tag! [[Hightower inching towards "Wildman" who's jumping on the ropes to make a tag while Cyclone is inching to make his]] J.A: FASTER CYCLONE! GET THE TAG! J.R: Both men so close! Cyclone makes the tag! J.A: Yes! Get him hurricane! [[Hurricane rushes to get hightower and grabs his foot, but Hightower makes the tag]] J.A: NO! [[Wildman jumps over the top rope and does a flying bodyblock on Hurricane and follows with fast punches to Hurricane's head]] J.R: Wildman is certainly fresh and ready to fight! [[Wildman goes to the ropes while Hurricane is getting up and receives a flying forearm]] J.R: WOW! That was amazing! J.A: This is bad! Real bad! Come on! Tame that wimp! [[Johnson runs to Cyclone and gives him a dropkick]] J.R: And Wildman returns the dropkick to Cyclone. J.A: But Hurricane gave him that dropkick. J.R: I don't think he cares. [[Wildman runs to Hurricane and gives a dropkick and Hurricane throws in the ref and knocks him out]] J.R: Now that was underhanded! J.A: No ref! We have no ref! [[Mistress Sonia whispers something to Hightower and he runs in and dropkicks Cyclone again and then dropkicks Hurricane]] J.A: This is unfair! J.R: All is fair now while we have no ref? [[Hightower gets Wildman up and talks to him and Wildman gets to the top rope and Hightower grabs the legs of Hurricane and brings him to the same rope Wildman is at]] J.A: What's going on? [[Hightower catapults Hurricane and Wildman does a missle dropkick to the thrown Hurricane]] J.R: WHAT A Minute! That was Pain & Suffering's finisher "Order of the Mistress". That's what she wanted them to do! Look at Mistress Sonia jumping in approval! J.A: Look's what's better another ref! [[Another ref runs into the ring and the first one is waking up]] J.R: I wonder who's gonna be in charge [[Cyclone runs in and does a school boy on Hightower and Johnson does a pin with a bridge on Hurricane]] J.R: Both Hurricane and Hightower are pinned! Both refs are counting! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . 3!!! [[Both refs grab opposite teams' arms and raise them up and give a blank face to each other]] J.A: Who won? J.R: I don't know. Both refs were counting a different pin. [[The Lighting Bolts and the West Coast Connection stays on their corners waiting for an answer]] J.R: Both refs are talking saying who won. They finally look like they got an answer. [[They both go to Francine]] Francine: Ladies and Gentlemen. I just have been informed that the match is to CONTINUE! J.A: What?! J.R: The match is going to continue. The connection wasting no time both give each Bolt a spear! Hightower picks up Cyclone and throws him over. J.A: NO! [[Hightower signals Wildman and Wildman goes to the top rope]] J.A: What's this, another Mistress something or other? [[Hightower picks Hurricane over on his shoulders and falls landing Hurricane on his shoulders. Johnson jumps off doing a leg drop on the back of Hurricane's neck and gets a pin]] J.A: What the hell was that? J.R: Ref counts! 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . 3!!! [[Ding ding]] Francine: Here are your winners and STILL IWF/WoW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! WEST COAST CONNECTION! [[Crowd cheers as Mistress Sonia walks in and raises the hands of the WCC but the WCC draw their hands back on wanting her to touch them]] J.A: Ain't that nice. She manages them and they give her the cold shoulder. J.R: And look who's coming to join them. Its Jeremy Stenzel. J.A: That loser?! J.R: They are celebrating the Connection's victory! [[The Lighting Bolts rush in with chairs and ambush the West Coast Connection and Jeremy Stenzel]] J.A: Yeah! Get them bolts! [[Both Bolts continue to slam chairs into the Connection and Jeremy Stenzel until hurricane sees Sonia and advances on her]] J.A: YEAH! PAYBACK! TIME TO PAY FOR WHIPPING HIM IN THE EYE! [[Suddenly the lights go off and red smoke is seen entering the ring]] J.R: Oh god! [[Lights go back on and both of the lighting bolts are on the canvas, and Hurricane seems to be covered in his own blood all over. And in the center of the ring is Hellraiser with an insane face holding both chairs looking at Hurricane and Mistress Sonia runs back to the Hellraiser.]] J.R: Hellraiser is there! He went to protect Sonia! Hell on Earth, now this! [[All three of victims of the bolts' ambush get up. Hightower sees the Hellraiser and they stand toe to toe]] J.A: This looks like its going to get good. Oooh, glad I didn't miss this. J.R: Look who's coming down! The syndicate! [[ The Syndicate attacks all four men and after a few punches the Connection, Jeremy Stenzel, and the Hellraiser grab each attacker and throws them out of the ring]] J.R: WHOA! They all cleaned house! [[Hightower and Hellraiser stand toe to toe again]] J.A: Now, no more interruptions! [[Both men exchange words as Wildman and Jeremy Stenzel back Hightower and Mistress Sonia is behind Hellraiser]] J.A: Stop talking! DO SOMETHING! [[Hightower extends his hand and the Hellraiser raises it]] J.A: WHAT?! J.R: Hellraiser is celebrating with Hightower? I don't believe it. I CAN'T believe it! [[All four men walk out of the ring with Mistress Sonia behind them]] J.A: What's going on? What is happening? J.R: I think we're going to find out next Monday Mayhem. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Francine: And now the main event! Scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit for the IWF/WOW World championship. ["Under" by Filter begins blasting over the PA.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Pittsburgh, PA standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 254 pounds, here is ... HADES!!!!! [Hades goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. No fancy lights, no fireworks, no lasers, just Hades. He looks determined as he walks down to ringside. He is wearing black boots with the word "HADES" written in gold lettering down the side of each of them. Black kneepads with gold-colored flames on them. And black trunks with the word "Wrestling" on the front of them in gold lettering, and the word "GOD" written across the ass end in gold lettering. As he steps between the ropes, he stops midway to yell at a few officials at ringside before finally getting into the ring. He immediately walks over to the referee and begins yelling at and harassing him. He seems to get bored with the ref and jumps up on the turnbuckle, raising his hands to the crowd to a chorus of cheers. He then jumps back down and chases the ref around some more.] Jim Robson: Hades has been on his campaign for the World championship. Will he succeed? Jack Anderson: With Ishikawa on his side, RRJ doesn't stand a chance. Too bad really. PA: CUZ RON IS GOD, AND GOD IS RON!!!!! ["Daterape" by Sublime begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd pops!] Francine: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, USA, standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 280 pounds, here is THE IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! [Razor Ron Jeremy peeps slowly through the curtain and then jumps down the aisle. He breaks out that famous grin and starts dancing ska and laughing like crazy for no apparent reason. He's making faces to the crowd and laughing at them as he looks really foolish, but the fans get a kick out of it. RRJ has on loose gray sweatpants and a torn up black T-shirt with a picture Ren & Stimpy on it, white wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape; the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Title is around his waist. "Ron is God and everyone else sucks", "Bootie's New Gimmick is _Corn_ny" and "Ron is God, but needs help!" signs. After a few seconds, RRJ feels the urge to sing the lyrics to his song.] RRJ: SHE DIDN'T WANT TO, HE HAD HIS WAY, SHE SAID LET'S GO, HE SAID...."RRJ!" C'MON BABE IT'S YOUR LUCK DAY, DADADADADADADADAY. HHHEEEEEHEHEHEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!! [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle, then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd; then starts to laugh again...aw dammit. As he takes off the World Title, he points up at the rafters and a spotlight shines on Bootie, hanging by the rafters and swinging ever so slightly. He smiles and then he actually looks up, and gets a trifle scared thinking that Bootie is about to fall. He paces around the ring to make sure that Bootie stays put. His opponent waits patiently outside the ring so that the gimmicky entrance isn't disturbed.] [DING DING DING!] JA: RRJ, unusual as usual. JR: Hades attacks RRJ from behind! Hades is relentless! The referee is trying to pull him off and give RRJ a chance to stand. Hades is stomping at RRJ. Hades escapes the ref's grip and chokes RRJ! JA: Hades is choking the chicken! JR: RRJ punches Hades in the nose! JA: HADES IS JUMPING AROUND THE RING LIKE A CHICKEN WITH IT'S HEAD CUT OFF! JR: RRJ clotheslines Hades! Elbow drop to the head! RRJ is concentrating on the head. He has Hades in a headlock. Rapid punches to the face! He's trying to bloody Hades. BULLDOG! RRJ covers! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! JA: Hades has too much fighting sprit to give up yet. JR: RRJ sets up Hades... FRONT SUPLEX! Hades is holding his nose again. DROPKICK TO THE FACE BY RRJ! Hades falls over the top rope to the floor! JA: RRJ rolls out after him. He's chasing Hades with a crazed look on his face! JR: Hades rolls back in... RRJ follows... HADES WITH A KNEEDROP! He suckered RRJ! JA: That's one of the oldest plays in the book! And RRJ fell for it! JR: Hades rams RRJ's head into the turnbuckle. Irish whip into the ropes... FLYING KNEESMASH! Hades with an elbow smash to the head. He picks up RRJ and body slams him to the mat. Kneedrop! Another! Another! JA: He's trying to smash RRJ's head. JR: Hades picks up RRJ and executes a back breaker. He covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JA: RRJ is not done yet. JR: Hades whips him into the ropes... side suplex! He covers! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JA: Hades picks up RRJ... GUT BUSTER! He kicks RRJ and fingers the crowd. JR: That was uncalled for! JA: He's taking time out for the crowd. What a nice guy to donate his time like that. JR: Hades executes a belly to belly suplex. Here's the count! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JA: Hades executes a double underhook suplex! He grabs RRJ by the hair and brings him back to his feet. VERTICAL SUPLEX! JR: He's holding him up in the air for a long time! JA: Down he goes! JR: Hades is climbing the turnbuckles... DIVING ELBOW SMASH! NO! RRJ GOT HIS FEET UP! JA: I think Hades bite his own tongue! JR: I can see the blood coming from his mouth! JA: RRJ runs into the ropes... SHOULDER TACKLE! RRJ picks up Hades... RUNNING FRONT SLAM! RRJ sets up Hades... PUMP HANDLE SLAM! RRJ kicks Hades on the side of his head. RRJ backs away... BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK! JR: BACK SUPLEX ON HADES! RRJ drop a leg across the throat of Hades. He's climbing the turnbuckles. JA: This is going to be interesting. JR: FLYING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! JA: He nailed Hades on the nose again! He's bleeding badly. JR: SUPERKICK TO THE FACE! HADES IS DOWN! RRJ runs into the ropes... BODY SPLASH! Here's the count! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! JA: RRJ is pissed! He jumps on Hades' leg! I THINK HE BROKE IT! JR: RRJ is showing a very aggressive side. He drags Hades into the middle of the ring. ELBOW DROP ON THE LEG! SPINNING TOE HOLD! HADES WITH THE EYE GOUGE! INSIDE CRADLE! JA: HADES IS GOING TO WIN! JR: ONE! TWO! THR... NO! KICKOUT! JA: RRJ clotheslines Hades! He grabs the leg... WISHBONE! He picks up Hades. Kneebreaker! NO! Hades jumps behind him! GERMAN SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! JR: Great action! Hades kicks RRJ in the mid-section. Double underhook suplex into a backbreaker! Hades looks spent. He's tying up RRJ. SURFBOARD SUBMISSION! JA: RRJ had a nice title reign. But Ishikawa sent too many men after RRJ. He's been battered and bruised. He's had friends turn on him. There's nothing left for... JR: Hades releases the hold. He couldn't keep RRJ in the hold anymore. JA: Hades picks up RRJ... BRAIN BUSTER! He covers! ONE! TWO! THREE! JR: NO! Shoulder was up! The referee is showing two fingers! Hades can't believe it. He picks up RRJ and toss him into the ropes... REVERSAL! Backdrop... NO! FRONT FACE SLAM BY HADES! JA: RRJ is in trouble. Hades has controlled the action for the last few minutes. JR: Hades pushes RRJ into a corner. Delivers a chop to the chest. RUNNING BULLDOG! He covers! ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! NO! SHOULDER UP! JA: Hades can't believe it. He kicks RRJ in the ribs. He tosses him outside. Hades follows him outside. He tosses RRJ into the guardrailing! Hades picks him up and rams him back first into the steel post. Hades is possessed! JR: Hades with a running bulldog on the floor! The referee has almost counted him out! JA: Hades rolls back in and fingers the ref! He rolls back out to continue the attack. JR: Hades is going for another running bulldog! NO! THE HEDGEHOG! RRJ NAILS HIM WITH THE HEDGEHOG! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! JA: THE REF IS COUNTING THEM OUT! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! RRJ AND HADES BOTH GET BACK INTO THE RING! JR: This one will be decided in the ring! JA: RRJ whips Hades into the ropes... he's going after Bootie! HADES WITH A FLYING FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! RRJ FALLS FACE FIRST INTO THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE! Hades executes a Russian leg sweep. JR: Hades is all confidence now. He's setting up RRJ... FIREMAN'S BUSTER! He covers! ONE! TWO! THR... NO! KICKOUT! JA: Hades is leaving the ring. I think he's going after a chair! JR: WAIT! STEVE WEST! THE PROFESSOR IS RUNNING TO THE RING! HE DROPKICKS THE CHAIR INTO HADES' FACE! JA: West rolls him back in! Hades is a lame duck! JR: RRJ picks up Hades and begins pounding on him. Irish whip... STUNGUN! Hades' head snapped back! He's dead! RRJ is hanging in the corner! TREE OF WOE! BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK! JA: I swear Hades is dead! West cost him the match! Look at that smug look on his face. He planned this all along! JR: RRJ leaves Hades in the Tree of Woe. He backs up... BODY SPLASH! STINGER SPLASH! JA: RRJ is untangling Hades from the corner. Hades falls to the ground in a bloody heap. RRJ picks him up and places him on the turnbuckle. He's going to the second turnbuckle. SUPERPLEX! NO! BLOCKED! FRONT SUPERPLEX BY HADES! JR: He pulled that move out of nowhere! Both men are badly hurt! Hades looks like he's going to get to his feet first. JA: Yes! Hades is the forst man up. HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX! Hades killed RRJ! But Hades is not covering! He tosses RRJ into the ropes... SPINEBUSTER SLAM! That's the set up for... YES! THE GATES OF HELL! JR: Hades' version of the Texas Cloverleaf. This one is over! JA: The referee is right in RRJ's face asking him if he submits. JR: Something is falling from the rafters... IT'S BOOTIE! SOMETHING WAS INSIDE BOOTIE! IT SHATTERED ON HADES' HEAD! It's... a bottle of Tequila! JA: Bootie must have been drinking again! JR: RRJ told me to watch for the "Cellular Bootie Call"! That must be what he meant. JA: Hades has been knocked out! JR: RRJ is free from the Gates of Hell. He's looking for Bootie. STEVE WEST HAS BOOTIE! [Steve West is on the apron holding Bootie.] JA: What the hell? JR: RRJ sees him and grabs Bootie but West won't let go. JA: WEST LET GO ON PURPOSE! BOOTIE HIT RRJ IN THE FACE! HE'S OUT COLD! JR: RRJ LANDED ON HADES! HERE'S THE COUNT! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] JR: Steve West may have tried to cost RRJ the match but it backfired! JA: But maybe he was trying to cost Hades the match with the dropkick to the chair. Francine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION... RAZOR RON JEREMY! Jack Anderson: This one is far from over. Jim Robson: The End of the World? We'll see... [Fade to credits.]