IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW The following is a presentation of the ______ __ __ ______ ____ __ _____ __ __ /\__ _\ /\ \ __/\ \/\ ___\ / /\ \ __/\ \/\ __`\/\ \ __/\ \ ™ \/_/\ \/ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \__/ / /\ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \/\ \ \ \/\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ _\ / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \_\ \__\ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \/ / / \ \ \_/ \_\ \ \ \_\ \ \ \_/ \_\ \ /\_____\\ `\_______/\ \_\/_/ \ `\_______/\ \_____\ `\_______/ \/_____/ '\/__//__/ \/_/_/ '\/__//__/ \/_____/'\/__//__/ Brought to you by: http://members.home.net/iwfwow/index.htm IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW-IWF/WOW [The screen starts off by showing the IWF/WOW logo, and then it fades and begins to show clips. It starts off with The New Milennium, Badd Attitude, and the Lightning Bolts in a huge three way brawl. Then Fusion being slammed through bleachers by RRJ.] # I got my head checked # # By a jumbo jet # # It wasn't easy but nothing is # # No # [Johnny Sledge winning his first match in the IWF/WOW. Colin Justins attacking Jeremy Stenzel. "Hellraiser" John Grenchen winning the North American title in a Texas Death match at Independence Day Rumble 2000.] # When I feel heavy metal # # And I'm pins and I'm needles # # Well I lie and I'm easy # # All the time but I am never sure # # Why I need you # # Pleased to meet you # [The screen continues to show more highlights, including Cooper Concrete winning the World title. Tommy Grayson winning the Intercontinental title at WrestleFest 2000 and Steve West and Magnus Colby fighting Paul Krutsch and Jaason Steele in Eaton's from Christmas Madness 4.] # I got my head down # # When I was young # # It's not my problem # # It's not my problem # [The screen shows Mike Marconi leaving Hades during their tag team match. Then the Lightning Bolts winning the World tag team titles at the Independence Day Rumble. John Van Mann and Joe Vertigo in tag team action. James Monosso fighting Charlie Vahn.] # When I feel heavy metal # # And I'm pins and I'm needles # # Well I lie and I'm easy # # All the time but I am never sure # # Why I need you # # Pleased to meet you # [As the song continues, more highlights are shown of Razor Ron Jeremy winning the World title. Then we see the Prophet winning the Countdown to the Milennium. The Asylum Of Nightmares match at End of the World 2000 between James Monosso and Fusion. Steve West and Richard Blair attacking Chris Carter.] # Yeah Yeah # # Yeah Yeah # # Yeah Yeah # # Oh Yeah # [As the song finishes, we see a few more brief highlights of wrestlers coming down to the ring including "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn, Dan Watterson & Brett Morgenheim, Magnus Colby, Eric Travers, Jeremy Stenzel, Jason Reigns, and the Flaming Table Ladder match between John Van Mann and "The Hellraiser" John Grenchen. Finally, just as the song finishes and Hades is shown winning the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight title.] ____ / ___| _ _ _ __ ___ _ __ ___ ___ _ __ \___ \ | | | || '_ ` _ \ | '_ ` _ \ / _ \| '__| ___) || |_| || | | | | || | | | | || __/| | _____ |____/ \__,_||_| |_| |_||_| |_| |_| \___||_| | ____|__ __ _ __ | | ___ ___ (_) ___ _ __ | _| \ \/ /| '_ \ | | / _ \ / __|| | / _ \ | '_ \ | |___ > < | |_) || || (_) |\__ \| || (_) || | | | |_____|/_/\_\| .__/ |_| \___/ |___/|_| \___/ |_| |_| |_| Jim Robson: We are coming to you live from Los Angeles, California! Jack Anderson: The home of no NFL football team! Jim Robson: Here's a run down of the matches... Deconstruction Inc. vs Watterson/Morgenheim Richard Blair/Steve West vs Chris Carter "Epic" Eric Travers vs Johnny Sledge [North American title match] Magnus Colby vs "The Future" Chris Johnson [World tag team title match 2/3 falls] Lightning Bolts vs Boston Bad Boys [Intercontinental title match] Chris Fisher vs "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn [World title match] Hades vs James Monosso vs Razor Ron Jeremy Jack Anderson: Watterson and Morgenheim have cost John Grenchen and Fate a lot of matches lately. This is their chance to get revenge. Jim Robson: The winner of that one could be in line for a tag team title shot. Then Chris Carter is in a handicap match against Blair and West. Jack Anderson: A big mistake on Carter's part not getting a tag team partner. Jim Robson: The "Epic" battle between Johnny Sledge and Eric Travers. Jack Anderson: Sledge can't come up with his own music and stole Travers. But their feud is becoming more than that. Jim Robson: Magnus Colby will be "defending" his title against "the Future" Chris Johnson. Jack Anderson: I see the future... and Johnson is wearing the gold. Colby doesn't want the title and I see him laying down for a buddy of his. Jim Robson: The Boston Bad Boys going for gold. Jack Anderson: The Lightning Bolts got the match changed to match the style. I see them walking out of here as champs. Jim Robson: Chris Fisher defends against Charlie Vahn. Jack Anderson: The Method to defeating Criminals is smooth, man. Jim Robson: What? Jack Anderson: Fisher already got the best of Vahn and I don't see that changing. Jim Robson: What about in the main event? Jack Anderson: As long as RRJ loses, I am a happy man. Jim Robson: Wow! What a show we have in store for you tonight folks. Opening tonight will be none other than the "Hellraiser" John Grenchen and his oversized partner Fate, also known as Deconstruction Inc, taking on rivals Dan "The Man" Watterson and his partner Brett Morgenheim. Jack Anderson: Definitely a tag team war waiting to happen! Jim Robson: Both teams have been head butting each other over the past couple of weeks and now are going face-to-face tonight here at Summer Explosion 2000! Francine: The following matchup is scheduled for one fall or 20 minutes. Introducing first.... ["Dream On" by Aerosmith begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Philadelphia, PA standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 229 pounds, He is the current IWF/WOW North American Champion, here is ... Dan "The Man" Watterson! [Dan wears black trunks with "The Man" inscribed over them. He wears black wrestling boots. He walks down to the ring, usually ignoring the fans' heckling. As he jumps to the ring steps, he yells, "I am the man!" to the crowd. They are not appreciative, to say the least.] Franchine: And his partner... ["Manic Depression" by the Jimi Hendrix Experience plays. The crowd has a mixed reaction.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from the wrestling haven they call Parts Unknown, standing a 6 feet 5 inches, weighing 324 lbs, here is... the man who is not mentally stable, "Crazy" Brett Morgenheim! Jim Robson: Dan Watterson and Brett Morgenheim have definitely been a strong tag team. Fate and Morgenheim should be a great face off since they both are very large athletes. ["Hell Isn't Good" begins to play over the loudspeakers.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from 7th Circle of Hell standing 6 feet 6 inches and weighing 258 pounds, 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!.] Jack Anderson: Here comes Grenchen! The man who SHOULD STILL BE North American Champion! Who better to represent than him? ["Raise some Hell" by John Grenchen begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers.] Francine: And his partner, from Mistress Sonia's army standing 7 feet 3 inches and weighing 487 pounds, here is ... FATE! [Hell is comin', crackin through the sand And it's power I hold in my hand Destiny is something that you make. Not anymore prepare for a twist of fate [[Lighting bolts come from the roof striking at the same place many times as howling winds roar and bats fly around]] [I am the Hellraiser and the walls are crashing down My chaos is spreading, peace can't be found The time is coming, hear the damned bells My time is hear time to raise some hell! [[A large man wearing a black mask and black pants appears with a flash of light from the entrance. He walks not paying any attention to anything as Mistress Sonia holds his chain and walks in front of him. He walks into the ring and with one hand lifts Mistress Sonia above the ropes.]] I am the master of Terror and fear Salvation is coming as long as I am here The crops have died, something tainted the well The signs have come TIME TO RAISE SOME HELL!!!! [[He punches the ground and four lighting bolts him the four turnbuckles]] Jack Anderson: You're damn right! Let's raise some hell! [DING DING DING!!] Jim Robson: Starting off first here we have the blood thursty John Grenchen and Dan Watterson. Watterson known for his technical skills will try and out match Grenchen's strength and speed. Watterson and Grenchen circle the ring....THEY LOCK HORNS! Jack Anderson: Oh Grenchen's got this one.... Jim Robson: Grenchen definitely with more power wrenches Watterson's arm, now into a HAMMERLOCK, Watterson with a counter attempt, MISSES! Grenchen swings him around, up and, WOAH! What a start off! HELL'S FURY on "The Man." Jack Anderson: That'll knock the life outta ya! Jim Robson: Watterson up. Grenchen charges with a clothesline, misses, Watterson against the ropes, Grenchen against the ropes, DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE, both men are down. Michael Hall with the manditory DQ count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . Jack Anderson: Come on! Get up Grenchen! 7 . . . 8 . . . Jim Robson: Grenchen slowly up....he picks up a dazed Watterson. Jack Anderson: Whew....oh so close. Jim Robson: Morgenheim desperate for a tag now. Grenchen whips Watterson to the corner.....FOREARM smash, whip to the other corner.....Watterson reverses....Grenchen to the post. Jack Anderson: Watterson in control now! Jim Robson: Watterson with a HIGH KNEE to the face of Grenchen. Watterson climbs the post.....SUPERPLEX! And a cover... 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . SHOULDER UP! Jack Anderson: Yes! Jim Robson: Grenchen kicks out. Watterson up. He tags in Morgenheim. Morgenheim charges right at Grenchen. HARD CLOTHESLINE! NO! Jack Anderson: Morgenheim missed! Jim Robson: Grenchen to smart for that! Morgenheim confused. Grenchen around and pulls Morgenheim into a SMALL PACKAGE. 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT! Jim Robson: Morgenheim pulls back. Grenchen up, and against the ropes. Morgenheim jumps, Grenchen under. Morgenheim to the floor, Grenchen runs over....against the ropes.... Jack Anderson: POWERSLAM!!! Morgenheim with another pin attempt. 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . THREE! Jack Anderson: NO! Fate is in, he broke up the count! Jim Robson: D.I. has no class I tell you. Watterson in now! Michael Hall rushes to push him back. Grenchen and Fate pick up Morgenheim, power whip to the ropes.... [Crowd woo] *BOOM* Jack Anderson: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!! DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!! Jim Robson: Fate back outside. Hall sees Grenchen with the pin attempt.... 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . SHOULDER UP! Jack Anderson: Damnit! Lose already!! Jim Robson: Morgenheim has strength left in him! Grenchen to the top rope. Jack Anderson: Ohh yeah! Jim Robson: LEG DROP FROM THE TOP!!.... Jack Anderson: DAMNIT!! Jim Robson: Morgenheim saw it coming....Grenchen gets an ass full of canvas! Look at the expression on his face! He's in great pain now! Jack Anderson: Tag in Fate already! Tag him in! Tag him in! Jim Robson: Morgenheim slowly crawling towards Watterson....Grenchen is doing the same towards Fate.... Jack Anderson: Come on! Come on! [Grenchen fans begin cheering and clapping] Jim Robson: Looks like Grenchen still has some fans out there! Jack Anderson: Morgenheim tags in Watterson.... Jim Robson: And....and... Jack Anderson: He did it! Grenchen tags in Fate! [Crowd cheers] Jim Robson: Fate PLOWS over Watterson....Belly-to-Belly suplex.....leg drop...he picks up Watterson.....against the ropes....CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Jack Anderson: YES! YES! Jim Robson: Morgenheim is too wasted to help out! Grenchen climbs the turnbuckle.... Jack Anderson: Oh this is gonna be good! Jim Robson: Fate picks up Watterson by the face! Jack Anderson: FACE CHOKESLAM! AND GRENCHEN OFF THE TOP WITH A SENTON BOMB! HE LANDS IT! Jim Robson: It's over folks! Jack Anderson: Fate with the pin attempt....Hall with the count... 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . THREE!!! [DING DING DING!!] Jack Anderson: Damn straight! Ring that bell! Francine: And your winners by pinfall.....DECONSTRUCTION INC. Jim Robson: What an opener folks. Up next Steve West and Richard Blair will take on Chris Carter and his mystery partner! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jack Anderson: Jim let's talk about our next match! Jim Robson: Well originally it was supposed to be Steve West and Richard Blair versus "Countdown" Chris Carter and a mystery partner, is in Who The Hell Is HE Match...but now it's a.... Jack Anderson:....Who The Hell Does HE Think he is Match! And the person that I am referring to is Chris Carter. This young punk is cocky and arrogant, and he decides that he's good enough to take on two great athletes like The Professor and The Rocket on his own!!! Chris Carter is going to regret that this match eve took place and I think his undefeated streak is about to end TONIGHT!!! Jim Robson: Well Jack there is alot of uncertainty surrounding this match...however one of the biggest issue's that we have had recently is the sudden appearance of...HIM. Jack Anderson: Who is HE anyways?? Jim Robson: Well from what I can gather HE is the same guy who trained Triple C...HE is the same guy who is dating the business manager of Triple C, Kari.....and most recently HE is the same guy who called RRJ in his dressing room right while he was in the middle of a fight with James Monosso, and HE was also the same guy who spoke live, face to face with Razor Ron Jeremy last week on Mayhem. Jack Anderson: That isn't HIM!! Look whoever the hell HE is....he is not the same guy as HIM!! Jim Robson: Well I don't know Jack......I mean HE asked RRJ for a favor on the phone! HE asked RRJ to be Carter's partner at the PPV!! Jack Anderson: Yeah and HE is the same guy who didn't have reason as to why HE was being secretive and not wanting Carter to know HE was there!! Jim Robson: Well HE also stated that HE might be here tonight!! Jack Anderson: I told you he is not HIM....it's probably some lonely janitor that RRJ paid fifty bucks to so he could make it look like HE was there. Jim Robson: Well I guess we'll have to wait and see now won't we?? Francine: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit, and it is a Handicapped Match! [The crowd pops in anticipation for the match.] Francine: Introducing first...... ["THE HEAT IS ON" by GLENN FREY begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, 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 partner.... ["25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boo's 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!!!!! The Professor comes to ringside in the old fashioned format. He may come in a warm up jacket or with a towel, wears solid colored tights without writing, kneepads and boots, except for the Professor logo and signature and the odd comment which may say Champion, or Simply The Finest. A throwback to the old days. 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 colored classic wrestling gear with either "Professor" or "Simply The Finest" on the back of the tights. The spotlight follows him towards the ring.] [The crowd is momentarily silent as Steve West and Richard Blair shake hands in the ring and start discussing something regarding their match up.] Francine: AND THEIR OPPONENT..... ["Take A Look Around" by Limp Bizkit begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers as the houselights dim and on the VideoTron the screen turns silver, then a red '3' flickers on the screen, followed by a red '2', then followed by a red '1', then a red '0' flickers on the screen, then the VideoTron shuts off, as fireworks go off at the top of the entrance way, generating an even bigger pop from the fans.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Pittsburgh, PA standing 6 feet 5 inches and weighing 269 pounds, being led to the ring by Jade, he is Triple C... " C O U N T D O W N " C H R I S C A R T E R ! ! ! [The crowd cheers as Jade first steps out form behind the curtain, wearing black dress pants and a jade colored spaghetti strap tank top. She smiles at the cheering fans, then gestures to the curtain, and out comes Triple C, wearing trunks like the one Jeff Jarret wears, that are silver with black trim and two thin stripes on both sides of the shorts, and on the butt in red letter it has a countdown "3...2...1...0!", and these are complimented with black boots and black kneepads. Chris Carter looks around the arena with a very nervous smile on his face as he is about to face two men in a handicapped match. Finally Chris Carter and his girlfriend Jade make their way down to the area, with both of them interacting with the fans. Then as they are half way down the rampway Kari comes out from behind the curtains, and jogs to catch up to Jade and carter as she was obviously late for some reason during the entrance. All three of them get into the ring with Kari leaning in the corner, and Triple C and Jade standing in the center of the ring, with Jade standing in front of Chris Carter leaning against him with her arms folded, and carter holds his right arm in the air, extending three fingers and 'counting down'....3 fingers...two fingers...one finger...then a clenched fist which is driven down like he is trying to punch a hole in the air, and fireworks go off above the ring and pyrotechnics shoot out from the ringposts as the crowd pops once again. After the smoke clears Carter escorts Kari and Jade out of the ring, then turns to face his opponents for the evening, Steve West and Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: Look at the look on the face of Chris Carter....what intensity!!! Jack Anderson: Yeah I'll say....he fighting intensely right now to not pee his pants looking at the two guys who are going to beat this young punk down tonight!! Jim Robson: JACK!! Jack Anderson: What I want to know is...why was Kari late coming out?? Jim Robson: Jim I told you maybe HE is here!! Jack Anderson: Nah...she was probably just giving the rounds to the boys in the back! Jim Robson: JACK!!!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Jim Robson: Well the bell has sounded and Chris Carter's first official PPV match is underway!! [Steve West gets put of the ring, allowing Richard Blair to start off against Chris Carter as the two circle each other in the ring.] Jim Robson: Blair and Carter lock up.....Blair with a Standing Side Head Lock....Carter counters with a BackDrop Suplex...no Blair flips backwards landing on his feet....Bridging Back German Suplex by Blair..... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... Jim Robson: No Carter kicks out....both men quickly to their feet......Blair charges at Triple C with a Clothesline....Carter ducks it...Crucifix Rollover by Carter.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... Jim Robson: Kickout by Blair.....Carter charges at Blair....Hip Toss by Richard Blair....Carter back to his feet charging at Blair again and Blair again with a Hip Toss....Carter staggers to his feet and Blair charges.....Inside Arm Drag Takedown by Chris Carter.......and another one....Blair to his feet and Carter charges....MY GAWD JAPANESE HEADSCISSORS BY TRIPLE C!!! [The crowd pops as Carter gestures for Richard Blair to bring it on as The Rocket staggers against the ropes shocked by the array of moves in the arsenal of Carter.] Jim Robson: I must say that was awesome, on the part of both Richard Blair and especially Triple C!! I guess whoever HE is....HE really did a good job teaching Chris Carter!! Jack Anderson: Not really.....if HE did that good of a job teaching this snot nosed punk than Carter wouldn't have been stupid enough to make this 2 on 1 challenge!! [Kari and Jade applaud for Triple C as Steve West instructs The Rocket to go after Carter.] Jim Robson: Blair and Carter circle each other again...they go for another lock up...No Blair with a thumb to the eye of Carter....Blair goes for a wide right hook.....Carter ducks it spins Blair around...Atomic Drop by Triple C!! Jack Anderson: No that can never feel good!! Jim Robson: SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT BY CHRIS CARTER!! [The crowd gives pops impressed by Carter's move as Triple C goes for a cover.] REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Th..... Jim Robson: No kickout by "The Rocket" Richard Blair!!! Jack Anderson: Of course...do you think that this punk can actually beat Blair?? [As soon as Jack Anderson says this Carter picks Blair up, and nails him with a Belly-to-Belly Overhead Release Suplex.] Jim Robson: You were saying Jack??? Jack Anderson: Shut up the match isn't over yet! [Before "Countdown" Chris Carter can attack Richard Blair again, Steve West starts yelling obscenities at the youngster, prompting Carter to turn his attention to The Professor as the two trash talk each other.] Jack Anderson: Smart move...very smart move by Steve West distracting Carter like that to buy some time so Richard Blair can recuperate! Jim Robson: Carter doesn't seem to like what Steve West has to say and his mouth is moving a mile a minute! [As Carter and West continue to trash talk each other, Richard Blair is getting his wits about him and starts to stalk Carter from behind.] Jim Robson: Blair from behind....BACK DROP SUPLEX WITH AUTHORITY BY THE YOUNGSTER BLAIR!!! Jack Anderson See West's ring smarts just paid off there!! [Blair gets back up to his feet and tags in Steve West, and together they stomp away at the fallen Triple C, prompting a heel pop from the crowd.] Jack Anderson: Go guys go.....teach him a lesson!!! [The referee tries to get Richard Blair our of the ring, but Steve West signals for Blair to go to the top ropes, which he does as Steve West then picks up Chris Carter.] Jim Robson: West with Carter.....Verticle Suplex!! Jack Anderson: Whoa....Steve West is keeping him up there, what impressive strength on the part of the veteran! Jim Robson: AND BLAIR NOW OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE NAILED CHRIS CARTER WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK!!! [Big heel pop from the crowd.] Jim Robson: HERE'S THE COVER BY WEST... Jack Anderson:...IT'S ALL OVER!!!!! REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . Thre..... Jim Robson: NO CARTER KICKS OUT!! [Big pop from the crowd.] Jack Anderson: Man that was the slowest count I have ever seen.... Jim Robson: No wasn't Jack it was actually a bit of a fast count if you ask me! Jack Anderson: Well I didn't ask you! [Richard Blair gets out of the ring, letting Steve West have a shot at Triple C.] Jim Robson: Steve West in control right now....he picks Carter up to his feet....AND A CHOPBLOCK TAKING OUT THE LEG OF CHRIS CARTER!!! [Steve West gives a sadistic smile as Carter is on the mat holding his knee, screaming in agony as he has obviously been hurt. Kari and Jade yell at West who just ignores them and starts to kick away at the injured knee of Carter.] Jack Anderson: Yeah now this punk is truly getting schooled on how to wrestle....and I must say The Professor is not only teaching this punk a lesson, but he's also giving him one hell of a beating right now!!! Jim Robson: Well West is a smart wrestler I'll agree with you there no doubt about it....and after watching Richard Blair take on Triple C he obviously decided to change his game plan, and he's trying to take some of that mobility away from Chris Carter which makes him a dangerous opponent. Jack Anderson: Oh yeah Jim that thing you said earlier about Carter's trainer...HIM..whoever the hell HE is....having done a good job of training Chris Carter?? Jim Robson: Yeah. Jack Anderson: Well you were wrong! [Steve West continues to assault the knee, holding the leg down on the mat and ramming his knee down onto Carter's knee, causing Carter to yelp as he is seemingly helpless at the moment. Then West drops a couple of elbows on the knee, and when he stands back up he backs off letting Triple C get to his feet, then charging at Carter swiftly kicking the leg out from under him sending Triple C to go back down to the mat holding his knee in complete agony. Now Steve West grabs Carter's leg and drags him to the center of the ring, pausing a moment to gloat in silent glory as the crowd gives a loud chorus of boo's towards The Professor.] Jim Robson: Steve West is really doing a number on this youngster, and I hate to say it but I think Carter's undefeated streak may be coming to an end here soon. Jack Anderson: Sooner than you think....FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK BY STEVE WEST!!!!!! [The crowd boo's as Carter screams in pain as he struggles to break free of the hold, but to no avail has Steve West has the hold locked in tight, with no signs of escape.] Jim Robson: STEVE WEST HAS CARTER RIGHT WHERE HE WANTS HIM.....BUT YET TRIPLE C REFUSES TO GIVE UP AND HE'S FIGHTING LIKE MAD RIGHT NOW TO BREAK FREE OF THE HOLD!!!! Jack Anderson: Hey once The Professor puts you in that there is NO escape!!! [The crowd continues to boo as The Rocket cheers on his partner, and on the outside of the ring Jade and Kari shout encouragement to Chris Carter.] Jim Robson: Carter looks like he's slowing down a bit...but he's still not giving up...that knee area has to feel like it's being ripped apart right now but still Chris Carter will not give up!!! Jack Anderson: Well he's been in that hold for.....34 second snow and I don't know where he has no sense or no feeling...because if that was me I would have tapped out by now!! Jim Robson: Well Jack that's you.....not Chris Carter which is why Carter is still in that hold and hasn't given up yet!! [The Rocket watches on with a satisfying grin as Steve West tries to put as much pressure as he can into the hold, but instead of screaming Carter seems to get even slower as he tries to struggle out of the hold.] Jim Robson: Oh no Carter's slowing down..he's slowing down big time!! Jack Anderson: Yeah no crap......1 minute 27 seconds on the Figure Four!!! Jim Robson: Well you have to give it to Chris Carter, he may not survive much longer but give him credit for staying alive in this match for as long as he has!! Jack Anderson: I don't have to give this little snot nosed, puked faced piece of dog crap on the bottom of my shoe anything!! Hey.....1 minute 45 seconds and I think Carter is out cold!!! [The referee raises the arm of Chris Carter, checking to see if he has lost consciousness or not, and he lets go of the arm, and it falls down to the mat.] Jim Robson: No this doesn't look good for Carter at all.... [The referee lifts the arm up a second time, letting go of it and it falls down to the mat.] Jack Anderson: Look like The Countdown is almost over!!! HAHAHAHA!!! Jim Robson: Bad pun Jack! [The referee lifts up the arm a third time and let's go of the arm and it starts to drop.] Jack Anderson: YES YES YES YES YES!!! Jim Robson: NO...LOOK!!!!! [The crowd pops as the arm shoots straight back up, and suddenly Chris Carter seems to spring back to life as he digs down deep to get all the strength he can to get out of the hold.] Jim Robson: "COUNTDOWN" CHRIS CARTER IS FIGHTING BACK.... Jack Anderson: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT...2 MINUTES AND 17 SECONDS IN THE FIGURE 4!!!!!! [Kari and Jade try to rally behind Chris Carter and they get the crowd to cheer to encourage Triple C.] Jim Robson: I can't believe it....Richard Blair can't believe it..hell even Steve West can't believe that Carter is still in this match!!! [As Steve West tries to put more pressure in the submission hold, Chris Carter starts to drags himself towards the ropes, very slowly but he is getting closer inch by inch, prompting the crowd to chant in support of Carter.] CROWD: TRIPLE C.....TRIPLE C......TRIPLE C..... Jack Anderson: Shut up you idiots....2 minutes 39 seconds!! [As if the crowd actually was fueling Triple C, he starts getting more strength as he drags himself to the ropes, seemingly only inches away from breaking the hold.] Jim Robson: Chris Carter has almost got it!!! [Finally Chris Carter grabs the bottom ropes, and the crowd gives an explosive face pop.] Jim Robson: CARTER GRABBED THE ROPES....CARTER GRABBED THE ROPES!!!! What the.... [Carter, not wanting the referee to interrupt his plan, let's go of the bottom ropes, then very swiftly he turns himself over, which forces Steve West onto his stomach which reverses the hold so now Steve West is feeling the most pain in the hold. Then Carter starts to drag himself under the bottom ropes.] Jack Anderson: What is Chris Carter doing??? [Carter gets himself halfway under the bottom ropes, then he twists his body and sits up, so he is facing the inside of the ring, while keeping Steve West in the submission hold and on his stomach.] Jim Robson: What is Chris Carter doing?? Jack Anderson: I don't know but whatever it is I don't think it's gonna be good!!! [Carter grabs the top ropes to help drag himself to an awkward standing position, still keeping that reversed Figure Four locked in place. Then he reaches over the top ropes into the ring, grabbing both arms of Steve West and pulling them back like a Surfboard Submission, then Carter let's himself leans back putting an extreme, agonizing amount of pain and pressure on Steve West who starts screaming as the ref tries to verbally get Carter to release the hold, and the crowd pops big for this odd submission maneuver.] Jim Robson: MY GAWD WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT!!!! Jack Anderson: CARTER LOOKS LIKE HE IS GOING TO SNAP STEVE WEST RIGHT IN HALF!!!! [Carter tires to lean back a bit further, putting even more pressure on the unusual submission maneuver, causing Steve West to scream even louder.] Jim Robson: Jack you remember what you said earlier about Chris Carter not being trained that well at all?!?! Jack Anderson: Yeah.... Jim Robson: Well you're wrong and if you want proof just watch Carter in action!!! [Finally after seeing enough, Richard Blair enters the ring, pulling off a Chris Jericho like Springboard Dropkick sending Carter flying off the ring apron, finally releasing the submission hold.] Jack Anderson: Way to go Blair....good move I see Steve West has taught him well!! Jim Robson: Yeah but you have to admit Jack, that as odd looking as that move was...Chris Carter did an excellent job there. Jack Anderson: I don't have to admit anything!!! [Jade and Kari go over to Triple C to check on him and help him back to his feet, and inside the ring Steve West makes an official tag to Richard Blair. Blair stands by the ring ropes, and reaches over them grabbing Triple C by the hair and bringing him back up on the ring apron.] Jim Robson: Richard Blair with a Suplex brings Carter back in the ring!!! Here's a cover.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE..... Jack Anderson: HE GOT HIM!! Jim Robson: NO HE DIDN'T THE REF SAYS HE ONLY GOT A TWO COUNT!!! [The crowd gives a pop for Carter as Richard Blair looks down at Triple C with bewilderment. Then he seems to have a snarl form on his face and he drags Carter up to his feet.] Jim Robson: Blair with Carter setting him up....POWERBOMB.....NO NO NO TRIPLE C COUNTERS WITH A HURRICARANNA!!!! [Mega pop from the crowd as Carter gets back on his feet, limping from his injured knee as he advances on Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: Carter with the Irish Whip sends Blair into the ropes..... [As Blair bounces off the ropes Steve West slaps him on the shoulder, tagging himself in but Chris Carter doesn't see this.] Jim Robson:..TRIPLE C WITH THE COUNTDOWN KICK ON BLAIR!!! [As soon as he nails The Countdown Kick Steve West comes off the top ropes with a Flying Clothesline that knocks Carter down to the mat, prompting the crowd to boo the due of West and Blair.] Jack Anderson: HA!! You see Steve West is alot smarter than carter and what we just saw was proof of that....if Carter had half a brain he would have seen that one coming!!! [Steve West helps Richard Blair to his feet and instructs him to help him for the next maneuver as Blair walks over to the corner sitting on the top turnbuckle.] Jim Robson: West sets up Carter, he has him in position....Blair jumps...MY GAWD SPIKE PILEDRIVER ON CHRIS CARTER!!! HERE'S THE COVER.... REF: One..... . . . . . Two..... . . . . . THREE!!!!! [DINGDING] [DINGDING] Francine: Here are your winner of the match..."THE ROCKET" RICHARD BLAIR and "THE PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST!!!! Jack Anderson: Yes Carter losses!!! The undefeated streak of the most ignorant punk in this federation has finally come to an end!! Jim Robson: Well Jim even though he lost, Chris Carter fought one hell of a battle!! ["25 OR 6 TO 4" by CHICAGO plays and the fans boo as the referee stands in between Blair and West, raising their arms in victory, and the crowd starts to boo even more as West turns and decks the referee knocking him out cold, and both men turn to face the fallen Triple C and they continue their assault, stomping away at him viciously as if they were both insane.] Jim Robson:West and Blair are laying the boots to Triple C, who is already out of it from that Spiked Piledriver!!! Jack Anderson: Yeah go guys go!!! Destroy that punk....end his career in the I/W right here and now!!! [Richard Blair takes over on Carter, dragging him to the corner leaning him in the corner and kicking him in the chest and ribs, while Steve West gets out of the ring, and grabs a table from under the ring, placing it inside the ring.] Jack Anderson: Hey Steve West is gettin' wood!! Jim Robson: Oh no...you're not gonna start stealing catch phrases again are you??? Jack Anderson: What in the name of god's green earth are you talking about?? [Blair continues to assault Carter as Jade and Kari stand by watching, totally helpless as Steve West sets up the table and puts in near the corner.] Jim Robson: Steve West shouting instructions to Richard Blair.... [Richard Blair drags Carter over to the corner where the table is, and Steve West hops up on the top turnbuckle to sit.] Jack Anderson: What are they doing now?? [West grabs Carter by the hair and lays a few shots in to his face as Richard Blair walks over to the closest corner to the one Steve West is in, and he stands up on the top turnbuckle, then nodding to Steve West.] Jim Robson: West has Carter...he sets him up.Blair leaps....HOLY SH*T....SPIKED PILEDRIVER THROUGH THAT TABLE!!!! CROWD: HOLY SH*T.....HOLY SH*T.....HOLY SH*T.....HOLY SH*T..... Jim Robson: STEVE WEST AND RICHARD BLAIR JUST DESTROYED CARTER....!!!!! Jack Anderson: AND IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THEY ARE DONE YET!!!! [Steve West hops out of the ring, grabbing two more tables and sliding them in the ring as Richard Blair stomps at the unconscious Chris Carter.] Jim Robson: Oh this is bad....this is very bad!!! [Finally seeing enough, Jade rolls in the ring, yelling at both West and Blair as she pushes past the both of them, covering up Triple C trying to protect him with her body as a shield. This just brings a big grin to the face of both men, and Steve West grabs Jade by the hair, dragging her up to her feet.] Jack Anderson: Yeah teach that b*tch a lesson now!! Jim Robson: JACK!! [Steve West says something to Jade, and Jade responds by spitting in the face of Steve West which she receives a pop for. This angers West very much and he shouts more instructions to The Rocket.] Jim Robson: What the....DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX ON JADE!!!!! [The crowd boo's loudly and starts to throw garbage at the due as they stand there. Kari has seen enough herself but she grabs a chair and brings it in the ring with her for some protection.] Jack Anderson: Get her guys get her!! Jim Robson: Kari swings at Steve West but West ducks and takes the chair away from Kari.... [Steve West drops the chair as he holds Kari by the arm and has a sadistic look on his face as Richard Blair goes back and forth between Jade and Triple C, kicking them to make sure they stay down on the mat.] Jack Anderson: This is great!!! I LOVE THIS!!!! Jim Robson: WE NEED SOME HELP DOWN HERE!!! ["Daterape" by Sublime blasts over the PA and the fans give a big pop as Razor Ron Jeremy rushes out from behind the curtain and races down to the ring.] Jim Robson: HERE COMES THE FORMER WORLD CHAMP!!! Jack Anderson: What's he doing out here?!?!?! [RRJ slides in the ring, and Richard Blair charges him, only to be knocked down with a right hand from RRJ. Then Steve West charges at RRJ, but he gets knocked down by a right hand as well. Blair gets back to his feet...but RRJ takes him down with a Clothesline, and then as West gets back to his feet RRJ knocks him down with a Clothesline, and the whole time the crowd pops in favour of the former world champ.] Jim Robson: RAZOR RON JEREMY IS CLEANING HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!! Jack Anderson: Yeah but why he has nothing to do with these two!!! Why is he helping Triple C?? Jim Robson: Maybe this is the favour that HE called for? Jack Anderson: You mean that janitor?? Jim Robson: Jack for crying out loud you know it wasn't a janitor...it was HIM!! Jack Anderson: Who the hell is HE then??? Jim Robson: I don't know!! [Razor Ron Jeremy picks up the chair and blasts Richard Blair across the head knocking him out cold. Then he drops the chair down on the ground as Steve West charges at him, he kicks West in the stomach, and gives him a DDT onto the chair.] Jim Robson: RRJ has saved Triple C, Jade, and Kari from any further assault....LOOK OUT!! [From the crowd comes James Monosso and Hades, both sneaking up behind RRJ and double teaming him.] Jack Anderson: yeah now this is turning out to be a dandy!!! [Hades and Monosso pound away at RRJ, who is trying to fight both men off but is unsuccessful as both men throw RRJ out of the ring and follow suit, then throwing RRJ into the crowd and the two of them hop the guardrail and start booting RRJ.] Jim Robson: Well Razor Ron Jeremy saved the day for Chris Carter and his associates.....but now he's paying for it and he's getting attacked by his opponents tonight in the Triple Threat World Title Match!! Jack Anderson: Yeah and they are sure doing a number on him too!!! [As the camera follows Hades and Monosso through the crowd as they are attacking RRJ, they finally disappear out of sight through an exit door.] Jim Robson: Well the fight between Hades, Monosso and RRJ has spilled out of the building, but take a look in the ring!!! [Both Steve West and Richard Blair have gotten back to their feet after the suprise attack from RRJ, and Chris Carter is trying to get back to his feet as well, but Blair and West attack him like a pair of rabid dogs and they once again continue to beat down Triple C.] Jack Anderson: Great now they can finish what they started, and they can also finish Chris Carter as well!! [Richard Blair stops stomping Carter and he sets up the two tables that are in the ring. Then Richard Blair comes back to Triple C and continues to boot him, and Steve West climbs out of the ring, grabbing a third table and sliding it in the ring and then setting it up right in the center of the ring.] Jim Robson: 3 TABLES??? Oh this doesn't look good....this doesn't look good!!! Jack Anderson: Maybe not to you but to a sick individual such as myself this is going to be a classic!! [The crowd boo's as Richard Blair picks Chris Carter up sitting him on his shoulders, and Steve West climbs up to the top turnbuckle, facing the ring. West leaps and nails Triple C with a Clothesline, that sends Carter flying off Blair's shoulders right onto and through the table in the center of the ring.] Jim Robson: OH MY GAWD!!! Jack Anderson: You can say that again....THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!! Jim Robson: No it was not Jack!! That's the second table within the last 5 minutes that Chris Carter has gone through, and he needs medical attention in a bad way but it looks like the EMT's are too scared to come out here!!! [The crowd boo's as Steve West and Richard Blair stand over the prone body of "Countdown" Chris Carter, with their arms raised in the air and the crowd gives a loud heel pop as they throw all sorts of garbage at the ring.] Jim Robson: These two are sick!! Just sick I tell you!! Jack Anderson: Yeah but there has got to be more to come, they still have two tables left!!! [Just as Jack Anderson says this, Steve West looks at Richard Blair and nods towards Jade, and West turns to be slapped by Kari, to which he responds with a right hand that knocks Kari out. Then Blair with Jade, and West with Kari, they point at the two girls and then the tables, signaling that the girls are going through the tables, which the crowd really gets upset about and they start to throw more trash towards the ring.] Jim Robson: No they can't....they wouldn't!!! Jack Anderson: You wanna bet....Blair and West are both getting wood now!! Jim Robson: There you go again!! [Suddenly the house lights go off, and the strobe lights high above the ring start going off, and the VideoTron screen shows nothing but static.] Jim Robson: What the...what's going on? Jack Anderson: I dunno but I got a bad feeling about this!! [The VideoTron flicks back to life, showing a royal blue/purple looking screen, and in silver letting across it it says "HE's Here" and a digitally disguised voice is heard over the PA.] VOICE: HE's Here....!!! ["What If" by Creed suddenly blasts over the PA, and even though it is hard to see through the flashing strobe lights, you can see that West and Blair have abandoned the girls and are standing in the ring waiting for 'HIM'.] Jack Anderson: Who is this...what's going on!?!?! Jim Robson: I think it's HIM!! Jack Anderson: HIM??? Jim Robson: Yes HIM!! [West and Blair continue to stand their ground awaiting the arrival of HIM as the lyrics of the first verse of the song echo's throughout the arena.] I can't find the rhyme in all my reason I've lost sense of time and all seasons I feel I've been beaten down By the words of men who have no grounds I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom When your ax has cut the roots that feed them Forked tongue in bitter mouths Can drive a man to bleed from inside out [Seemingly impatient, Steve West seems to order Richard Blair to watch out for HIM, and Steve West turns his back to the entrance way and starts kicking away at Chris Carter who is still out cold.] Jack Anderson: Well where is HE??? Jim Robson: I don't know!! What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? [Blair continues to wait for HIM as the house lights remain off and the strobelights remain on.] I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind Human pride sings a vengeful song Inspired by the times you've been walked on My stage is shared by many millions Who lift their hands up high because they feel this We are one We are strong The more you hold us down the more we press on What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? [The crowd cheers as someone can be seen running down to the ring.] Jim Robson: IT'S HIM!!! IT'S HIM!!!! Jack Anderson: YEAH BUT WHO IS HE, WITH THESE DAMN STROBE LIGHTS I CAN'T TELL WHO IT IS!!! [HE slides in the ring, avoiding a stomp from Richard Blair and nailing him with a Spear, and the song continues to play as Steve West is oblivious to the fact that HE is in the ring.] I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind 'Cause what consumes your thoughts controls your life So I'll just ask a question.... What if? What If? What If? What If I... What if? What If? What If? What If I... What if? What If? What If? What If I... [In the ring HE can bee seen throwing heavy rights to the face of Richard Blair.] Jim Robson: HE's going to town on The Rocket!!! Jack Anderson: WHO is HE?!?!?!?! [HE sets up Richard Blair near one of the tables, and has him in a Razor's/Outsiders Edge, and he drives him down on the table, breaking the table in half, and the crowd pops seeing The Rocket go through the table.] What if you did? What if you lied? What if I avenge? What if eye for an eye? What if your words could be judged like a crime? [As the song fades out HE stands on the opposite end of the ring from where Steve West is standing, seemingly glaring at him.] Jim Robson: HE took out Richard Blair, and now HE's got his eye on Steve West! Jack Anderson: Yeah but for crying out loud who is HE?!?! I can't see HIM still!!! [Steve West turns around in the ring looking at HIM, and he tries to get a good look as he squints trying to look across the ring. Then the houselights finally come back on, and the crowd explodes with the biggest pop of the night as Steve West finally see's who HE is.] Jack Anderson: HOLY SH*T IT'S HIM!!! [The crowd continues to give the mega pop as Steve West turns a ugly looking shade of pale.] Jim Robson: IT'S HIGHTOWER......HIGHTOWER IS BACK!!! [Hightower glares at Steve West, who looks like he is shaking now as the 6 foot 8, 257 pound Hightower glares across the ring with a fire in his eyes at The Professor..] Jim Robson: Look at Steve West he looks like he's just seen a ghost!!! Jack Anderson: I think he is seeing a ghost.....I thought Hightower was dead or something!!! [Hightower and West suddenly at the same time charge each other, meeting at the center of the ring trading punches.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER AND WEST ARE GOING TOE TO TOE...THIS IS A RIVALRY THAT GOES BACK TO JANUARY OF 1999....AND THESE TWO HATE EACH OTHER!!! [Hightower quickly gets the upperhand on Steve West, sending him to the ropes with an Irish Whip and as he rebounds Hightower grabs West by the throat.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER WITH A CHOKESLAM ON STEVE WEST!!! [The crowd pops as Hightower looks over at Richard Blair, who is not moving after taking The Edge Bomb through the table, and then looks down at Steve West at his feet, and then he looks at the last remaining table in the ring, and then with a warrior like yell he drags him thumb across his throat.] Jack Anderson: OH......NO!!!! Jim Robson: He's giving the signal..... [Hightower drags West over to the corner, and then sits himself on the top turnbuckle as he sets Steve West up.] Jim Robson: It's coming..... [Hightower pulls Steve West up onto his shoulder using a Pump Handle Slam pickup, then nails him with a Powerslam through the table in one swift motion.] Jim Robson: HIGHTOWER NAILS WEST WITH THE VICTIMIZER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!! [The crowd explodes as they stand on their feet, applauding the actions of Hightower, who stands in the middle of the ring looking at the fallen West and Blair, then with his fist closed he slowly raises his arm up in the air, standing there for a few moments looking around at al the fans as a chant starts up.] CROWD: HIGH-TOWER......HIGH-TOWER......HIGH-TOWER......HIGH-TOWER Jim Robson: Listen to the ovation that Hightower's receiving....these fans are giving him the respect he deserves.... Jack Anderson: But what about his health....his stomach, the possibility of cancer...I thought..well I didn't think Hightower was able to do anything?!?! Jim Robson: Well obviously he is able to and he came here to help out his student and his girlfriend, and Hightower's own girlfriend for that matter. Jack Anderson: Yeah but I meant is that the only motivation for Hightower being here?? [Hightower slides out of the ring to check on Kari, who is on her feet out of the ring, looking shaken but no serious injuries. Triple C and Jade on the other hand are both unconscious still, and Hightower drags them to the edge of the ring and throws them over his shoulders to carry them to the back.] Jim Robson: I don't know but you can bet that the sparks will fly now. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jack Anderson: Finally, we are going to get to see Eric Travers show Johnny Sledge what a real man does in that ring. Jim Robson: Whatever you say, Jack. I will say this, though, this match is going to be one heck of a fight. ["Epic" by Faith no More starts playing on the P.A. System and the packed crowd come to their feet and start cheering for Johnny Sledge before he even comes out from the back.] Francine: "Coming to the ring right now... From Boston, Massachusetts... Weighing in at 230 pounds..." # Can you feel it, see it, hear it today? # If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway # You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast # And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass # It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright # It's so groovy, it's outta sight # You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet # But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet [Sledge now comes out from behind the curtain and the crowd's cheers get louder. Sledge is looking down at the ground and has not looked up yet.] Francine: "He is The One... The Only... The Original... Johnny Sledge!!!" # You want it all but you can't have it [Sledge is wearing dark red full-legged tights with it saying "Sledge" down the sides of the legs in a black futuristic font and black boots. You can see the knee brace Sledge has to wear from under the tights. Sledge has and elbow pad on his left arm and both of his wrists are tapped.] # It's cryin', bleedin', lying on the floor # So you lay down on it and you do it some more # You've got to share it, so you dare it # Then you bare it and you tear it [Sledge takes a few steps, so he is is perfect view of the entire crowd, and looks up and towards the ring. Sledge cracks a devious smirk, but you can tell he there is no joking behind that smile.] # You want it all but you can't have it # It's in your face but you can't grab it [Sledge slowly makes his way down the aisle, occasionally slapping high fives with the fans, but the closer he gets to the ring, the more focused he becomes with the match at hand.] # It's alive, afraid, a lie, a sin # It's magic, it's tragic, it's a loss, it's a win # It's dark, it's moist, it's a bitter pain # It's sad it happened and it's a shame [Sledge gets to the ring side area and makes a quick burst and slides into the ring from under the bottom rope and hops right up to his feet. He then climbs up on the nearest turnbuckle and akcnowledges the cheers of the fans.] # You want it all but you can't have it # It's in your face but you can't grab it # What is it? # It's it # What is it?... [Sledge gets down from the corner and stretches a bit in the corner, getting ready for the match.] Jack Anderson: Look at Sledge, he's shaking in his boots. Jim Robson: I think your monitor is broken. Jack Anderson: Why would you say that, it's never broken unless I need it to be broken. Jim Robson: My point exactly. ["Epic" fades out, and the cheering for Sledge finally ends.] Jack Anderson: Why'd they even bother turning the song off? Francine: And his opponent... [The crowd begins to boo in anticipation of the appearance of Johnny Sledge's opponent, Eric Travers, then stop confused, as the lights go out and the opening riffs of "Sad But True" by Metallica blast through the sound system.] Jim Robson: Who could this be? Jack Anderson: Well I haven't heard this song in an IWF/WOW arena since the early days of Derrick DaMann, and he's dead, so it's not him. And obviously it's not Eri... [The opening riff ends, and there is a short pause. A 4 beat drum intro precedes the second riff which begins accompanied by a gold spotlight shining on the entrance. Seconds later the crowd begins to boo again, as Eric Travers steps through the curtain, followed closely by Tricia Lane.] Jack Anderson: Or I could be wrong... What the heck is going on here? Jim Robson: I don't know Jack... [Travers pauses at the beginning of the aisleway, looking directly at Johnny Sledge in the ring, and not shifting his focus at all. Travers is not wearing his trademark gold robe, nor is he wearing his trademark gold trunks, kneepads, elbow pads, and boots. Instead, Travers is without a robe, and is wearing all the same wrestling gear, but in jet black. Tricia Lane is wearing a black dress that hugs her fantastic figure, and her auburn hair is stylishly tied up. Travers begins a slow walk to the ring, never acknowedging the fans, or taking his eyes off of Johnny Sledge.] Jim Robson: Travers looks dead serious tonight. He's ignoring the fans, he's changed his music, and he's changed his attire. Jack Anderson: Well, I don't know about the fans and the ring gear, but I think I know what's up with the music. Travers is obviously demonstrating good "Entrance Music Etiquette" to that fool Sludge. Jim Robson: I don't know about that, but something's up here, though I'm not sure I understand what it could possibly be. [Travers slowly climbs the steps, and climbs through the ropes. He continues to keep his eyes locked on Sledge, calmly walks to a corner, leans against the turnbuckle and waits for the bell to ring.] Jim Robson: If there is one thing I can say about this feud with Johnny Sledge, Eric Travers is actually focused on what is in front of him and not something dumb like entrance music. Jack Anderson: You say that because you don't know any "Entrance Music Etiquette." [The ref checks both men and then rings the bell for the match to begin. The two men begin circling the ring, sizing each other up, but neither making a move. Sledge is the first to step forward and Travers follows in and the two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up.] Jim Robson: The two tie up and are struggling for the advantage. Jack Anderson: Come on Travers! [Travers gets the early advantage and locks on a standing arm bar. Sledge plants his legs and makes several attempts to break the hold. Finally Sledge fakes a reversal and connects with a forearm to the head. This gives Sledge the chance to reverse the hold into a head lock.] Jim Robson: Nice reversal by Sledge. [Travers leans Sledge back to the ropes and whips him across the ring. Sledge comes back and Travers drops to the mat and Sledge goes over him. Travers hops up to his feet and catches Sledge with an over the top belly to belly suplex.] Jack Anderson: You see, Sledge is no match for an athelete of Travers' caliber. [Travers picks up Sledge and goes to whip him into the ropes again. Sledge reverses it this time and Travers goes into the ropes. On the rebound Sledge hops leap frogs Travers, and sets him up for his rebound.] Jim Robson: Sledge is setting up for something, but he's too close to Travers on the rebound he doesn't have much time. [When Travers comes back at Sledge takes two steps and lunges at Travers, spearing him through the ropes. The crowd erupts on such a high impact move, but both men are on the floor.] Jim Robson: A great move from Sledge, but it hurt both of them. Jack Anderson: How smart of a move is that for him? [Sledge is the first to move, but falls right back down. He is favoring his right knee.] Jack Anderson: There it is, Sledge injured himslef. This match is over before it even started. Jim Robson: You might be right, Jack. [Travers gets up and sees a hurt Sledge and smiles. He then chop blocks Sledge and Sledge flips in the air and crashes to the hard floor. Travers then picks up Sledge and rolls him into the ring. Sledge tries to get up but can't in time. Travers grabs Sledge and connects with a head and arm suplex. Sledge is holding his knee as the ref checks him. Travers closes in on Sledge, like he is going to go for the win.] Jim Robson: It could be over... wait Sledge grabs Travers and hooks him with a small package... 1... 2... KICK OUT!!! Jack Anderson: Sledge cheated! Jim Robson: I don't think so. I don't even think he was playing possum, because he is still favoring his knee. [Travers doesn't make the same mistake twice and nearly clotheslines Sledge's head off. Travers picks up Sledge and hooks his right leg and lifts him up and drops Sledge's knee over his leg. Sledge screams out in pain as he falls to the mat.] Jim Robson: Travers is starting to work over Sledge's knee. He isn't a submission specialist, but to take out Sledge's leg would really hinder his attack. Jack Anderson: Oh yeah, Jim, jump on the Travers bandwagon now. [Travers starts planting boots to the knee of Sledge, who is trying to get to the ropes. Travers stops and picks Sledge up, only to slam him into the center of the ring. Travers follows right up with an elbow to the chest of Sledge. He then gets up and rebounds off the ropes and lands a knee right to the head of Sledge. Travers then gets up and begins to play to the crowd, which receives nothing but boos.] Jim Robson: Travers is starting to work over Sledge pretty well know, but I don't understand why he takes his attention away from Sledge. Jack Anderson: Because he has him right where he wants him. Jim Robson: Come on, we've seen that it doesn't take much for Sledge to get his wind back. Even with his knee hurting him, he'll probably be able to block it out long enough to get the advantage if he has to. Jack Anderson: I doubt it. [Sledge tries to get to his feet and Travers sees this, and is surprised at that he is still fighting in this one. He lets him get to his feet and he then whips Sledge into the ropes. A hobbled Sledge rebounds into the waiting arms of Travers, and he connects with a wicked spine buster.] Jim Robson: What a spine buster by Travers! Jack Anderson: I told you he had him where he wanted him. Jim Robson: Travers stays on Sledge and hooks the leg... 1... 2... thrrrrr... So close!!! [Travers looks a bit upset about that count but doesn't argue and picks Sledge right back up. he then sets him up and delivers a nasty powerbomb, which puts Sledge near the ropes.] Jim Robson: Another big power move from Travers. He's going for another pin... 1... 2... thrrrr... Sledge gets his foot on the ropes!!! [Travers argues the call with the ref, and gives Sledge a little time for a breather.] Jim Robson: This is a big mistake by Travers. He shouldn't be giving Sledge any time to shake the cobwebs out. Jack Anderson: But the ref made a slow count, Travers should be mad. Jim Robson: But Sledge put his foot on the ropes. Jack Anderson: That doesn't matter, it was like a five count before that. Jim Robson: Oh... Ok... [Travers turns back to Sledge, and as he picks him up Sledge connects with a punch to the stomach. This stuns Travers, and Sledge lands another punch to the stomach, but before he can get to his feet Travers has more than enough to counter the punches with a clothesline. This sends Sledge back down to the mat.] Jack Anderson: See, Sledge is done. [Travers picks up Sledge and throws him into the corner. He lands a few elbows, but Sledge does not come off his feet. Travers takes a few steps back and charges at Sledge, maybe going for a clothesline. Sledge gets both legs up and kicks Travers hard right in the chin. Travers staggers back and Sledge hops onto the second turnbuckle and grabs Travers by the head and connects with a corkscrew DDT. Both men are sprawled out in the center of the ring as a result of that move and the crowd is beginning to cheer for Sledge.] Jim Robson: What a move out of Sledge! Where did he pull that from? Jack Anderson: Sledge cheated. And now these people are cheering for him. What kind of people are they? [Sledge and Travers get up around the same time, and Travers goes in for a punch but Sledge blocks it and lands one of his own. Another try from Travers, blocked and Sledge lands. Block... punch. Travers is staggering back. Sledge now lands three solid punches without opposition. The crowd is cheering wildly for the efforts of Sledge.] Jack Anderson: I can't believe this!?! Jim Robson: Sledge is fighting back! Where is he getting this from!?! [Sledge whinds up and lands a wild punch that sends Travers to his knees. Sledge sees this chance and fights off the pain in his knee long enougn to get a running start toward Travers and lands a dropkick right to the face of Travers.] Jim Robson: What a dropkick! Jack Anderson: This is terrible. Sledge is cheating like crazy and the ref isn't stopping it. [Sledge takes this chance to try and walk off the damage done to his knee by Travers.] Jim Robson: Sledge is letting Travers get himself back together. We haven't seen Sledge give an opponent any time to breathe before, but now he's been taking a beating for so long that this might be better off for him. [Sledge is still limping, but he is walking on his right leg, as Travers gets to his feet. Sledge bounces off the ropes from the side of Travers and delivers a bulldog that lays out Travers in the middle of the ring. Sledge then begins to head to one of the corners and up the ropes.] Jim Robson: What is Sledge going to do? Jack Anderson: There is no way he can make it to the middle of the ring. Jim Robson: With his knee, you might be right, Jack. [Sledge, perched on the top rope takes a huge leap and lands squarely with a flying elbow drop. Sledge bounces after connecting, but stays close enough and Sledge goes for the win.] Jim Robson: What an elbow, and now he's hooked the leg... 1... 2... thrrrrrrr... Travers kicked out!!! Jack Anderson: Yeah! I knew he could do it! Jim Robson: This is just incredible. Neither man wants to give up. [Sledge picks up Travers and whips him into the corner. He follows him in with a spinning heel kick and Sledge goes over the ropes to the ring apron. Travers starts to stagger out to the corner and Sledge grabs him. He hooks him like he is trying to suplex him out of the ring and to the floor.] Jack Anderson: Look at this he is going to try to injure Travers. [Sledge goes for the suplex, but Travers blocks it and reverses it. He lifts Sledge up and...] Jack Anderson and Jim Robson: EPIC ENDING!!! Jim Robson: Where did that come from?!? Jack Anderson: What a move from my man, Travers. This one is in the bag. [Travers turns and drapes his arm over Sledge.] Jim Robson: The ref slides into position... 1... 2... thrrrr... SLEDGE KICKED OUT!!! Jack Anderson: You've got to be kidding me!?! Jim Robson: This is just incredible! Both men have pulled out all the stops in this one. Folks you are seeing a classic here. [Travers throws up his arms in disbelief, and the crowd is just cheering. They are cheering for a great match from two superb competitors.] Jim Robson: Travers doesn't know what to do next. Jack Anderson: [yelling] Come on, Eric, you can do it. [Travers picks up Sledge and goes for a verticle suplex, but Sledge hops out of it and is behind Travers. He then shoves him into the corner and as he comes out he hooks him in the Sledge Lock.] Jim Robson: The Sledge Lock!!! Sledge hooked it on! Will Travers give up? Jack Anderson: [yelling louder] Come on, Eric, get to the ropes! You can break this hold! [Travers refuses to give up and Sledge refuses to release the hold. Travers slumps down to one knee and looks like he is about to pass out from the pain in his shoulder and neck.] Jim Robson: Travers looks like he is about to pass out. [The ref checks Travers, but right away he responds and begins to force himself to get back to his feet. Travers then slowly pulls himself to the corner and kicks up off the ropes and rolls over onto Sledge, in a pinning combination.] Jack Anderson: What a reversal! Jim Robson: sledge still holds on the Sledge Lock while the fall is being counted... 1... 2... thrrrr... Sledge releases the hold before the three!!! Jack Anderson: You see, that move is nothing for Travers. Jim Robson: Whatever, but that is the first time that move hasn't gotten Sledge a win. But what is left in Sledge's tank after that move, and how is Travers' neck and shoulder? [Both men struggle to their feet and both look exhausted and have given everything they had in this match. The slowly circle each other, and the crowd is cheering them on to keep going. Neither look like they know what to do next and are trying to plan another attempt to end this thing.] Jim Robson: This is just incredible. This is one of the best matches I have seen this year. Jack Anderson: Even though I hate Sledge, I have to agree with you. [Sledge makes the first move and he ducks under a tired swing from Travers. He hooks in a waist lock and he doesn't waste time and pulls him up and over in a release German suplex. Sledge then picks up Travers and hoists him on his shoulders and drops Travers with a Death Valley Driver.] Jim Robson: WRECKING BALL!!! Jack Anderson NO!!! This can't happen. [Sledge covers Travers and hooks both legs, in hopes this can end the match.] Jim Robson: Sledge with the cover and both legs hooked... 1... 2... thrrrrrrrrrrr.... NO!!! Travers kicks out!!! [Sledge screams out loud that he can't believe that didn't end it. Sledge looks like that was his last ditch effort, and there is nothing more.] Jim Robson: What else can Sledge do here? Jack Anderson: Travers can counter this, I just know it. [Sledge picks up Travers again, and it looks like he is about to go for another Wrecking Ball. Once he hoists him up on his shoulders, Sledge right knee buckles and Travers lands on his feet. Travers hooks Sledge right away and lifts up Sledge.] Jack Anderson: EPIC ENDING!!! Jim Robson: Travers pulls out one last move. [Travers with his last bit of energy covers Sledge and hooks his leg.] Jim Robson: Eric Travers makes the cover... 1... 2... 3!!! [The bell rings and the crowd erupts in cheers over the match they have just seen.] Francine: The winner of the match... "Epic" Eric Travers!!! [Tricia Lane slides into the ring and rushes to the side of Travers. IWF/WOW Officials rush to the ring to check out both men. A women is following the officials down to the ring and goes in and checks on Sledge.] Jack Anderson: Who is that hottie? Jim Robson: That's Sledge's wife Jessica. Jack Anderson: I hate that guy even more now. Jim Robson: We have witnessed a great match and these fans are acknowledging it. Officials are checking on both men as well but it looks like both of these men will be coming out of this match with a newfound respect for one another. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Francine: THE NEXT MATCH IS FOR THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE! Introducing the challenger... ["Best Way To Die" by Jet Set Satellite begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd boos.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing 235 pounds, here is ... "THE FUTURE OF PRO-WRESTLING" CHRIS JOHNSON !!!! [As Chris Johnson walks out, a huge banner drops behind him. The camera pans up to the banner, showing the following: ______ __ ____ __ /\__ _\/\ \ /\ _`\ /\ \__ \/_/\ \/\ \ \___ __ \ \ \_\_\__ __\ \ _\ __ __ _ __ __ \ \ \ \ \ _ `\ /'__`\ \ \ _\/\ \/\ \\ \ \/ /\ \/\ \/\`'__\/'__`\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \/\ __/ \ \ \/\ \ \_\ \\ \ \_\ \ \_\ \ \ \//\ __/ \ \_\ \ \_\ \_\ \____\ \ \_\ \ \____/ \ \__\\ \____/\ \_\\ \____\ \/_/ \/_/\/_/\/____/ \/_/ \/___/ \/__/ \/___/ \/_/ \/____/ Johnson continues to make his way to the ring, and quickly enters it. He's wearing long black tights, and has a vest on which has "The Future" written in silver on the back. ] Jack Anderson: The future of the IWF/WOW? I HOPE SO! Jim Robson: Johnson doesn't deserve this title shot. I don't know how he managed to get in this position but obviously there are powers at work that made this match happen. Jack Anderson: Quit your bitching! Francine: INTRODUCING THE IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... ["Enter Sandman" by Mettalica blares over the PA as the crowd comes to it's feet letting out a large boo as they do so.] Francine: He stands 6'6" and weighs in at 275 pounds. He hails from Chicago, Illionois, he is a TWO TIME IWF/WOW TAG TEAM CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!! HALL OF FAMER MAGNUS COLBY!!! [The crowd boos at the mention of one of the most despised men in the organization today. The noise level kicks up a notch as Magnus steps out from behind the curtains. Magnus wears black tights. Magnus has his hair freshly shaved for the matchup, and has his wrists taped. He wears a pad on his right elbow. Slowly, Magnus begins to make his way out to ringside, cooly staring ahead as he walks down the aisle, annoying the boos and the many fans trying to get his attention. As Magnus reaches the ringside area, he climbs the stairs up to the ring apron.] Jim Robson: Looks like Colby isn't happy to be here. [DING DING DING!] Jack Anderson: Johnson is trashtalking to Colby! Jim Robson: Johnson sounds like he is insulting Colby. Is that a mistake? Jack Anderson: Who cares! If Colby doesn't want to wear the title, then he should lose tonight! No one better than Johnson! Jim Robson: NO! Johnson is an asshole! Look! Johnson is ordering Colby to lay down for him. Jack Anderson: I think Colby is asking for money to lay down! Jim Robson: Looks like Johnson is going to do it! He's nodding his head! Jack Anderson: Colby has a big smile on his face! He's going to lay down for Johnson! Jim Robson: BRETT MORGENHEIM IS IN THE RING! MORGENHEIM IS ATTACKING COLBY! [DING DING DING!] Jack Anderson: WHAT THE HELL?! MORGENHEIM IS POUNDING COLBY! Jim Robson: COLBY IS FIGHTING BACK! COLBY AND MORGENHEIM ROLL TO THE FLOOR! Colby with a kneelift! Body slam on the floor! Morgenheim is back up! END GAME ON MORGENHEIM! Francine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY DISQUALIFICATION AND STILL IWF/WOW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION... MAGNUS COLBY! Jack Anderson: Colby keeps his title! Jim Robson: Johnson is standing in shock in the ring. WHAT THE HELL?! WHO IS THAT! SOME JAPANESE GUY JUST ATTACKED JOHNSON FROM BEHIND! JOHNSON IS DOWN FROM THE CHEAP SHOT! [The Japanese man wearing red track pants is hitting Johnson with a flurry of punches and kicks. The fans are going nuts!] Jack Anderson: Who is this asshole?! Wait a second... THAT'S TOSH JOBS! Jim Robson: Who? Jack Anderson: He's part of Mac & Tosh Jobs. Why is he attacking Johnson? Jim Robson: No idea but Johnson is busted open and he's a bloody mess. TARANTULA! TOSH HAS JOHNSON IN THE TARANTULA! He releases Johnson and drags him into position. Tosh is climbing the turnbuckles... SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Jack Anderson: Some one in the back has to come out here and save Johnson! Jim Robson: No one is going to save him! GREEN MIST INTO THE EYES! TOSH SPIT GREEN MIST INTO JOHNSON'S EYES! KICK TO THE HEAD! OH MY GOD! THAT WAS THE MOST VICIOUS KICK I HAVE EVER SEEN! Jack Anderson: Finally officials have entered the ring to save Johnson. Tosh is leaving through the crowd! I hope we've seen the last of him. Jim Robson: I feel the same way about Johnson. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: We're just about ready for the World Tag Team Title Match, and it should be quite an interesting contest. Jack Anderson: I think it's going to be a quick contest. The Lightning Bolts have made this match Lucha Libre style, and I have no doubts that this will play into their favour. Jim Robson: For those of you who aren't familiar with the Mexican Lucha Libre style, here is a run down of how it works... 1. Matches are 2/3 falls. 2. Each fall is elimination style, meaning that both members of a team must be pinned, forced to submit, whatever, to win a fall. 3. Should a participant roll, fall, or be thrown out of the ring, his partner may legally enter the ring as the legal man. Jim Robson: As you can see, this tag match will be quite different from any tag match the IWF/WOW has ever had. Jack Anderson: I can't wait to see if Cementhead and his freak buddy Big Dick can even grasp the concept. Jim Robson: I'm sure they're more than prepared Jack. Let's go up to Francine for the introductions. [The camera switches to the ring] Francine: The following tag team contest will be contested under Lucha Libre rules. The match will be 2 out of 3 falls. Each fall will be elimination style, meaning that both members of a team must be pinned, forced to submit, counted out or disqualified to win a fall. And remember, should a participant roll, fall, or be thrown out of the ring, his partner may legally enter the ring as the legal man. ["Lightning Strikes" by AEROSMITH begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers wildly!!!!!!!!) Francine: About to enter the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, at a total combined weight of 555 pounds....being led to the ring, by their manager, KELLY JAMES.... Here is "THE MAN WITH THE PLAN" COOPER CONCRETE and "HEADHUNTER" RICHARD JAMES... THE BOSTON BAD BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!! (Two lightning bolts pierce the entrance ramp just below the JumboTron...on the JumboTron comes a segue of clips which is highlight by large letter graphics --- TEAM 3:B --- Clips of Cooper, HeadHunter, "Smooth Criminal" Charlie Vahn, Martini, and Kelly James play on the JumboTron. Kelly James walks out onto the entranceway first, she wears a revealing white blouse, and black mini-skirt, with high heels and sunglasses. Cooper Concrete and HeadHunter both are attired in Black Wrestling Tights, with Red Elbow and Knee Pads, with Black Boots. Cooper wears a Red Hardhat and shades. The HeadHunter wears a dark purple mohawk tonight, with sunglasses. The trio make their way to the ringside area, flashing the 3:B signal to the fans. As they approach the ring, they hold open the ropes for Kelly, and the Boston Bad Boys then jump to the turnbuckles to salute the fans with the 3:B Sign. BBB toss their shades into the crowd, and escort Kelly out of the ring, as they get ready for tonight's fight.) Francine: And their opponents... ["Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins to play as the crowd boos.] Francine: 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... THE IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! 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.] Jim Robson: Both teams are in the ring, and we're ready to go. [DING!!! DING!!!! DING!!!!!] Jim Robson: It's going to be Hurricaine Strafer and Cooper Concrete starting things off. Jack Anderson: I think the longer this match goes, the more it's going to favour The champs. They're in much better cardiovascular condition than Cementhead and freak boy. Jim Robson: Strafer and Concrete move to center ring and lock up. Concrete shoves Strafer hard into the ropes, and Strafer holds on. Concrete advances towards him, and Strafer rolls out of the ring. Jack Anderson: Smart move. Jim Robson: Concrete yells something at Strafer and motions for him to get back in the ring... GAIJEN CLIPS CONCRETE'S KNEE FROM BEHIND!!! Jack Anderson: Hahaha I told you this would happen. Gaijen's the legal man, because Strafer is out of the ring!! Jim Robson: That's very true. Concrete down on the mat now, and Cyclone Gaijen is going to work on the right knee of Cooper Concrete. Gaijen with a series of kicks to the back of Concrete's knee, and now dropping an elbow on it! Jack Anderson: Smart move by Gaijen, Concrete's power advantage is all but gone when you take out the legs. Jim Robson: Gaijen with another kick to the leg. He lifts Concrete and snap mares him to the mat again. Gaijen rolls out of the ring and Hurricaine Strafer is on the top rope... 450 SPLASH!!!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . Concrete kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: The Lightning Bolts are giving Team 3:B a Lucha Libre lesson right now!! Jim Robson: They are certainly showing that they've wrestled this style before. Strafer lifts Concrete and puts him in a full nelson... RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!!!!! Concrete landed hard, but he rolls out of the ring!! Richard James runs in and LEVELS Strafer with a clothesline!! Strafer rolls out of the ring, and "The Headhunter" immediately slingshots Cyclone Gaijen into the ring!!! Jack Anderson: That... That... That's not right!! Jim Robson: Strafer rolled out, Gaijen's the legal man!! James grabs Gaijen... RUNNING BULLDOG!!!!!! James lifts Gaijen and whips him into the ropes... HUGE CLOTHESLINE!!!!! James lifts Gaijen again... BEAR HUG!! James locks on a bear hug, and he appears to be squeezing the life out of Cyclone Gaijen!! Jack Anderson: That's okay, this is just a momentary set back. Jim Robson: James continues to squeeze with all he's got, and Gaijen looks to be in a lot of discomfort. James lifts Gaijen hire... HE TURNS HIM AROUND A DELIVERS A HUGE SPINEBUSTER!!! Jack Anderson: Ouch!! Jim Robson: Richard James stands and tags in Coop. Coop comes in and James lifts Gaijen. Team 3:B double whip Gaijen into the ropes... BIG DOUBLE BACKDROP!!!!! Jack Anderson: Oh man!! Did you see the height Gaijen got!?!? Jim Robson: Coop lifts Gaijen and whips him into the ropes... POWERSLAM!!!! Gaijen's back has got to be killing him right now!! Coop lifts Gaijen to his feet and picks him up. Coop sits Gaijen on the top turnbuckle, and climbs to the second rope... SUPERPLEX!!!!!! Coop signals... HE LOCKS ON THE 3:B!!!! Gaijen's fighting it... Jack Anderson: Hang in there Cyclone!!! Jim Robson: Gaijen's still fighting the pain... Here comes Hurricaine Strafer... RICHARD JAMES CUTS HIM OFF!!! GAIJEN TAPS OUT!! Gaijen is eliminated from the first fall!!! Francine: Cyclone Gaijen has been eliminated!! [Big Crowd pop] Jack Anderson: That's okay the fall's not over right? Jim Robson: That's right, but Team 3:B seem to have forgotten that and they're celebrating!! Strafer CATCHES TEAM 3:B WITH A DOUBLE BULLDOG!!! Strafer kicks James out of the ring, and rolls up Coop!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Strafer eliminated Coop from the fall!! Francine: Cooper Concrete has been eliminated from the fall!!! Jim Robson: So this first fall is down to Richard James and Hurricaine Strafer!! Strafer puts the boots to Cooper, and rolls him out of the ring. Strafer is trying to get at Richard James, who is just now getting to his feet outside of the ring. The referee is holding Strafer back... [CRACK!!!!!!] Jack Anderson: YES!!!!! Gaijen recovered enough to get around the ring, and he just knocked Big Freak senseless outside the ring using a steel chair!! Jim Robson: Gaijen rolls James into the ring, and runs back to his corner. Kelly Jame is on the apron arguing with the referee, who never saw the chair shot!! Gaijen rolls into the ring and lifts james. He whips him into the ropes and lifts him... HURRICAINE STRAFER FROM THE TOP ROPE WITH THE THUNDERCLAP!!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] Francine: Richard james has been eliminated from the fall!!! The winners of the first fall, THE LIGHTNING BOLTS!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: The Lightning Bolts take advantage of Team 3:B's unfamiliarity with Lucha Libre rules and steal back the first fall!! Jack Anderson: That was great!! Jim Robson: It was a little underhanded, but I'll admit, they got the job done, and subsequently they've won the first fall. [DING!! DING!! DING!!] Jim Robson: There's the bell, and it's time for fall number two. Hurricaine Strafer wastes no time grabbing Richard James and whipping him into the ropes... HURRICANRANA!!!! Here's a cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . James kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: Questionable count by the referee!! Jim Robson: Nothing wrong with it at all. Strafer lifts James and whips him into the ropes again... Dropkick drops James to the mat!! Stafer rolls out with gaijen waiting on the top rope... SENTON BOMB!!!! And there's a cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . COOP MAKES A SAVE!!! Jack Anderson: Get him outta the ring!!! What a cheater!! Jim Robson: Gaijen lifts James and sets him up... RUNNING POWERBOMB!!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! RICHARD JAMES KICKED OUT!! Jack Anderson: Gaijen's arguing, and rightfully so!! Jim Robson: And while he's arguing, James rolls out of the ring, and here comes Concrete!!! Coop grabs Gaijen in a rear waistlock... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!! Concrete waits for Gaijen to get to his feet... RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!!!! Gaijen falls out of the ring!! Strafer's on the top rope, waiting for Concrete to turn to him... Coop turns... MOONSAULT BODYBLOCK BY STRAFER!!!! BUT COOPER CATCHES HIM!!! Jack Anderson: How'd he catch him!?!?!? Jim Robson: I don't know but Strafer is in trouble... TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!!! Coop lifts Strafer and pulls him over to the 3:B corner. Coop tags in Richard James and then slams Strafer to the mat. Coop and James each have a leg... DOUBLE WISHBONE!!! Jack Anderson: That's illegal!! Jim Robson: It is not!! Jack Anderson: Yes it is... Where the hell is my Lucha Libre rulebook!!! Jim Robson: Coop exits the ring, but grabs a hold of Strafer's leg... COOPER WRAPS STRAFER'S LEG AROUND THE RINGPOST!!! James pulls Strafer out of the corner and... SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!!! James has Strafer's legs... FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK!!! Jack Anderson: Team 3:B are working on Strafer's legs. If I didn't know how dumb these two are, I'd think they have a strategy. I guess it must be Kelly James' idea... Or maybe not, since she's such a bimbo!! Jim Robson: Kelly James is far from a bimbo! Strafer is obviously in a great deal of pain, as Richard James applies the pressure on the figure four. Cyclone Gaijen is on the top rope... HE FLIES AND NAILS RICHARD JAMES WITH A LEG DROP, BREAKING THE FIGURE FOUR!!! Coop is in the ring, and he clotheslines Gaijen to the mat!! Coop lifts Gaijen and presses him over head... COOP THROWS GAIJEN INTO THE AISLE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Oh my God!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: Strafer has rolled out of the ring, and Coop has gone after him. Richard james is shaking off the cobwebs, and he too rolls out of the ring, and walks into the aisle. He lifts Cyclone Gaijen and throws him back into the ring. Jack Anderson: What is Concrete doing outside the ring!? Jim Robson: Coop has the ringsteps... HE LIFTS THEM AND THROWS THEM ONTO HURRICAINE STRAFER'S LEGS!!! The referee saw him!!! Francine: Cooper Concrete has been eliminated from the fall by disqualification!!! [Crowd boos] Jack Anderson: And rightfully so!! Jim Robson: Inside the ring, Richard James has Cyclone Gaijen and whips him into the ropes... FLAPJACK!!! James lifts Cyclone Gaijen and sets him up... PILEDRIVER!!! James covers!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!! GAIJEN KICKED OUT!!! Jack Anderson: What's this ref doing!?!? Coop is still stomping away on Strafer!! Jim Robson: He's paying attention to what's happening in the ring. Richard James lifts Gaijen... SMALL PACKAGE BY GAIJEN!!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: YES!!!!!!!!!!!! Jim Robson: NO!!!!! James kicked out!!!! Jack Anderson: I thought The Bolts had retained the belts!! Jim Robson: It was close, but James kicked out in time... HUGE KNEELIFT DROPS GAIJEN!! James lifts Gaijen... HEADTRIP!!!!! The cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Francine: Cyclone Gaijen has been eliminated!!! [Crowd pops] Jim Robson: Once again, we're down to Strafer and James, but Coop has been working over Strafer, and he's in pretty bad shape. In fact Coop just rolled Strafer into the ring, and James has him up... HEADTRIP FOR STRAFER!!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!] Francine: Hurricaine Strafer has been eliminated from the fall!! The winners of the second fall, TEAM 3:B!!!!!!!! [HUGE Crowd pop] Jim Robson: So we're all even at one fall apiece, and it's all coming down to this critical third fall. Jack Anderson: This is a travesty!! Cooper was blatently cheating outside the ring, and the referee did nothing about it. I think there's a conspiracy afoot, and I want some investigations started, I WANT ANSWERS!!! Jim Robson: You're getting this worked up, and the match isn't even over yet. Jack Anderson: Look in the ring. Strafer's out, Cyclone's out, and... [DING!! DING!! DING!!] Jack Anderson:... The bell's about to ring. Jim Robson: Both members of Team 3:B and both members of The Lightning Bolts are in the ring. Team 3:B each lift a Lightning Bolts and whip him into the ropes... THE LIGHTNING BOLTS BOTH EXECUTE FANTASTIC SPINNING WHEEL KICKS KNOCKING BOTH MEMBERS OF TEAM 3:B OUT OF THE RING!!! Jack Anderson: Okay guys, now take a breather!! Jim Robson: They're not listening!!... DOUBLE SUICIDE DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO COOP AND RICHARD JAMES!!!! Strafer and James landed particularly hard outside the ring. I think both men's heads hit the guardrail!! Jack Anderson: The referee is counting two guys out. Jim Robson: I bet it's James and Strafer, because being the last two in the ring for the second fall, I think that makes them both legal at the beginning of this third fall. Jack Anderson: The ref is up to five, and the only movement I've seen is from Gaijen and Concrete. Jim Robson: Concrete and Gaijen landed in the aisle, well away from the guardrails that knocked their partners senseless... The referee is up to nine, and ten. Francine: Hurricaine Strafer and Richard James have been eliminated from the final fall!!! [Crowd pops] Jim Robson: Now the count has started for Coop and Gaijen. They're on their feet, and both roll into the ring at the same time. Gaijen catches Coop with a well placed Superkick, knocking him to the mat... ASAI MOONSAULT!!! HERE'S A COVER!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Coop kicks out!!! Jack Anderson: What a move!! Jim Robson: Gaijen grabs Concrete, lifts him to his feet and sets him up... BLACK TIGER BOMB!!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!! COOP KICKED OUT!!! Jack Anderson: Damn referee's count is too slow!!! Jim Robson: It's the same speed he's been using all night!! Jack Anderson: Right. Slow!! Jim Robson: Gaijen lifts Coop and whips him into the ropes... HURRICANRANA!!!! REVERSED INTO A POWERBOMB BY COOP!! The cover!! 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: FAST COUNT!!!! Jim Robson: NO!! GAIJEN KICKED OUT!!!!!! Oh my that was close!! Coop lifts Gaijen and whips him into the ropes... Coop bounces off the opposite side... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! The referee is counting!!! 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!] [The crowd is silent, unsure of who won.] Jim Robson: Who won? Jack Anderson: I think The Bolts won. Gaijen's arm was on Coop. Jim Robson: Yeah, but Coop's arm was on Gaijen. Jack Anderson: Are you sure? Jim Robson: I'm positive. Jack Anderson: I'm not so sure I believe you, you _are_ a blind old fool afterall. Jim Robson: Shut up Jack! Here comes the announcement. Francine: The winners of this bout... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . AND NEW IWF/WOW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, THE BOSTON BAD BOYS!!!!! [The crowd cheers loudly, and The Lightning Bolts go ballistic as "Lightning Strikes" by AEROSMITH plays.] Jim Robson: See? I told you!!! Jack Anderson: Wow, I'm not so sure about that decision!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jim Robson: Great night so far! Chris Fisher is set to defend his title against Charlie Vahn. These two have been waging war for a few weeks now. I doubt this match will settle anything. Jack Anderson: I tend to agree with you. If Fisher loses, he'll go after Vahn to get the title back. If Vahn loses, he'll try to settle the score with Fisher agaiin. Francine: This match is set for one fall and is for the Intercontinental championship! Introducing the challenger... [As the "Stayin' Alive Remix" begins to play over the loudspeakers, the crowd makes an EXTREMELY MASSIVE POP for the number one contender for the IC belt.] Francine: About to enter the ring, from New York, New York, USA standing 6 feet 1 inches and weighing 210 pounds, and being accompanied by Martini, here is the number one contender ... "SMOOTH CRIMINAL" CHARLIE VAHN!! [Nearly every person in the crowd stands to their feet for the number one IC contender, Charlie Vahn. Being the biggest PPV of the year, Charlie Vahn and Martini are dressed extra special. Charlie Vahn is wearing a pair of almost reflective metallic silver khaki pants, a bright green brocade vest, a pair of black and white polished bowling shoes, and a pair of white arnette sunglasses. Martini is wearing a short black skirt, long black boots, a tight white T-shirt and a black velvet jacket. Martini waves and blows kisses to the crowd as Vahn shakes the hands of the people behind the barricade. As Vahn hopes over the ropes and Martini tucks underneath to enter, Vahn looks back to the camera and signals the 3:B. Vahn then puts his arms up as sparks fly and the crowd goes CrAzY!! Vahn then settles and waits for the bell, ready to pounce at Intercontinental Champion Chris Fisher. Vahn chants begin just before the bell rings.] Jim Robson: Special PPV entrance for Charlie Vahn. Jack Anderson: Smooth... criminal. Francine: And the champion... [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.] Jim Robson: Fisher could be considered the Smooth Criminal. He uses his wealth to buy and sell help. How did he gain his fortune? Jack Anderson: If I knew how, I wouldn't be working beside you! [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson: There's the bell. Vahn and Fisher are staring at each other but neither man is making the first move. Jack Anderson: Trying to psyche each other out. Jim Robson: Vahn attacks Fisher with a series of punches! Fisher is trying to defend himself but without much success. Vahn is the superior brawler. Jack Anderson: But this is wrestling not tae kwon do or karate! Jim Robson: Vahn with chops to the chest of Fisher. Fisher is being backed up into a corner. He can't escape the fury of Vahn. Jack Anderson: Vahn's a hot head. Jim Robson: Fisher just got kicked in the side of the head! WOW! Vahn tosses Fisher across the ring... elbow charge! Vahn with a snapmare takedown into a headlock. Fisher is struggling to escape and the crowd cheers the efforts of Vahn. Fisher is on his feet! BACK SUPLEX! Jack Anderson: That's technical wrestling! One of the best technical wrestlers in the IWF/WOW. Chris Fisher has a method to dismantling his opponents. Jim Robson: Fisher executes a vertical suplex. He got good height on that one. Fisher tosses Vahn into the ropes... knee to the gut by Fisher! Kneelift! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX BY FISHER! Jack Anderson: Fisher is working over the back and neck. That'll help with the Fisherman's DDT. Jim Robson: I have to agree that Fisher does have a method to his madness. Jack Anderson: He's the most sane man around! Jim Robson: Fisher with a Russian leg sweep! He's on the second turnbuckle... elbow drop! Fisher with a kneedrop! Bootchoke! Michael Hall is warning Fisher. Fisher just ignores him! Jack Anderson: Hall better learn his place! Jim Robson: Fisher kicks Vahn. He's stomping on Vahn! Fisher is going for a piledriver! BACK DROP BY VAHN! Too early for the piledriver. Jack Anderson: Small mistake by Fisher. Nothing to worry about. Jim Robson: Vahn with a standing side kick! Vahn with an irish whip into the ropes... SPIN KICK! Vahn is going upstairs! What's he going to do? Jack Anderson: NO! 450 splash! He hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! Jim Robson: NEW CHAMP! Jack Anderson: WAIT! Hall is holding up two fingers! Fisher kicked out in time! Unbelievable! I thought Vahn had him beat! Jim Robson: The crowd is in shock too. But Vahn calms himself down and goes after Fisher. Vahn has Fisher by the head and is going to the top turnbuckle. SWINGING DDT! Vahn covers! ONE! TWO! TH... FOOT ON THE ROPES! Jack Anderson: Fisher knew he was close to the edge of the ring. Jim Robson: Vahn picks up Fisher and sends him into the ropes... HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN BY VAHN! He runs into the ropes... ASAI MOONSAULT! Hall with count! ONE! TWO! THRE... NO! SHOULDER UP! Jack Anderson: Don't count your chickens before they hatch! Jim Robson: Vahn sends Fisher into the ropes again... HURRICARANA! Here's the pin! ONE! TWO! TH... NO! FISHER PULLS VAHN BACK TO THE MAT! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson: What a counter by Fisher! Jim Robson: Vahn with a clothesline on Fisher. He's going up stairs again. FISHER FALLS INTO THE ROPES! VAHN LOSES HIS BALANCE AND FALLS TO THE OUTSIDE! OH MY GOD! Jack Anderson: Vahn is hurt bad! I love it! Jim Robson: He's holding his ankle. I think he landed funny. Jack Anderson: Fisher rolls to the floor and picks up Vahn... KNEE BREAKER! Fisher with a forearm shot to the back of the neck. Jim Robson: Fisher picks up Vahn... BODY SLAM! But Vahn's ankle hit the railing. Jack Anderson: Fisher meant to do that! Fisher rolls back into the ring to avoid the count out. Jim Robson: Vahn better crawl back in or he's lost! Jack Anderson: Fisher is a genius! Win by count out! Jim Robson: Vahn rolls in at the nine count! FISHER WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE TO THE NECK! Fisher pulls Vahn by the hair... RUNNING NECK BREAKER! Fisher picks up Vahn with a fireman's carry. INTO A FACESLAM! Fisher grabs the injured leg. He signals for a spinning toe hold. VAHN FLIPS TO HIS FEET! Jack Anderson: You mean foot! Fisher is holding the other one. Jim Robson: ENZUIGIRI KICK BY VAHN! BOTH MEN DOWN! Jack Anderson: Fisher is resting! Jim Robson: Whatever. Vahn hops to his feet first. He's waiting for Fisher to stand. SUPERKICK BY VAHN! Jack Anderson: HE HURT HIS ANKLE! He nailed Fisher but hurt his ankle! What an idiot! He kicked Fisher with the bad ankle! Jim Robson: Fisher is out cold! HERE COMES COLIN JUSTINS! WAIT! THE BOSTON BAD BOYS ARE CHASING HIM DOWN! COOPER CONCRETE AND RICHARD JAMES! Jack Anderson: WHAT? They should be banned for attacking a fan! Jim Robson: Colin Justins was coming to interfere. Concrete and James are pounding the crap out of him! Jack Anderson: No he wasn't. He was coming to watch the match as a fan! Jim Robson: Fisher is getting back to his feet. Vahn with a hurricarana! NO! HOT SHOT! FISHER WITH A HOT SHOT OUT OF NOWHERE! Fisher grabs Vahn by the hair... SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG! Fisher executes the Fisherman's DDT! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson: THE BOSTON BAD BOYS WITH THE BOSTON BOMB [double spike power bomb] ON JUSTINS! Francine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION... "THE METHOD MAN" CHRIS FISHER! Jim Robson: Fisher applies a figure four leglock on Vahn! He's trying to break his ankle! Jack Anderson: YES! YES! BREAK HIS ANKLE! Jim Robson: Cooper and James are running to the ring... DAEMON WINTERS AND PAUL KRUTSCH ATTACK THEM FROM BEHIND! Winters has James in a cobra clutch! Bulldogs James! Jack Anderson: Krutsch executes a Tiger suplex on Concrete on the concrete! Jim Robson: WINTERS WITH THE SILENCER ON JAMES! He's out cold! Jack Anderson: KRUTSCH WITH ASSAULT & BATTERY ON CONCRETE! Jim Robson: THE CROWD IS TOSSING GARBAGE AT THE SYNDICATE! Jack Anderson: PIGS! Colin Justins is in the ring. He is telling Fisher to release Vahn? I thought Winters was the softy. Jim Robson: Fisher releases the figure four! I don't believe it! And he's smiling! I thought he would punch out Justins. JUSTINS APPLIES THE RULE BREAKER ON VAHN! HE WANTED VAHN! VAHN IS SCREAMING IN PAIN! THE BOSTON BAD BOYS CAN'T SAVE HIM! Jack Anderson: THE SYNDICATE GETS THE BETTER OF THE BOSTON BAD BOYS! TEAM 3:B IS DEAD! Jim Robson: Fisher grabs the belt and nails Concrete and James as he leaves with his crew. This is digusting. Jack Anderson: Our main event is next! The carnage will continue! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Francine: The main event is for the IWF/WOW World title! This contest is a three way dance set for two falls. After the first man is eliminated by pinfall or submission or a disqualification occurs, the other two men will continue wrestling. 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 hops out grinning. He then slowly walks down the aisle, smiling and pointing at the fans and their signs. 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. 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 gets to ringside, and sits down at the timekeeper's table. He stares at the bell, as if waiting for it to ring.] Francine: And the other challenger... ["Daterape" by Sublime begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the crowd pops!] Francine: About to enter the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, U.S.A., standing 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 280 pounds, here is 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 grey sweatpants and a torn up black T-shirt with a picture Ren & Stimpy on it, white wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, wrist tape, and the big golden IWF/WOW World title belt around his waist. "Ron is God and everyone else sucks", "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "Ron is God, but needs help!" signs. After a few seconds, RRJ feels the urge to sing the lyrics to his song.] RRJ: SHE DIDN'T WANT TO, HE HAD HIS WAY, SHE SAID LET'S GO, HE SAID...."RRJ!" C'MON BABE IT'S YOUR LUCK DAY, DADADADADADADADAY. HHHEEEEEHEHEHEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!! [RRJ gets in the ring, and starts to hit his head on the turnbuckle, then he stands up on it, throws his fists in the air, and gives a big grin to the crowd; then starts to laugh again...aw dammit. After a big pop, he runs down to ringside grabbing something out form underneath the apron, and sticks what appears to be Bootie onto the turnbuckle. He sits down in the corner to examine if his fingernails need a trimming.] Francine: Introducing the World champion... ["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 the IWF/WOW World champion... 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.] [DING DING DING!] Jim Robson: James Monosso just rolled into the ring and he's met with stomps from both men! Jack Anderson: RRJ and Hades using their tag team experience to work on Monosso. They could have been World tag team champs! If Razor Ron just did his part. Jim Robson: Oh Hades wasn't to blame? Please! Hades sucker punches RRJ! Hades is pounding the snort out of RRJ! Monosso kicks the back of Hades' leg. REVERSE DDT! Monosso with a boot choke on RRJ! Jack Anderson: Could Monosso be more obsessed with RRJ than the gold? Jim Robson: Monosso is attacked from behind by Hades! Forearm smashes to the back. Hades with a back rake. Ropeburn! Irish whip into the ropes... BACKDROP! Jack Anderson: RRJ is sitting in the corner like a scared kid. Jim Robson: He's letting the other two kill each other. RRJ with a clothesline to the back of Hades' neck! RRJ with a leg drop on Monosso! RRJ with a kneelift on Hades. Body slams Hades! RRJ body slams the charging Monosso! RRJ bashes their heads together! The coconut! Jack Anderson: Haven't seen that one in a while. Jim Robson: RRJ hits Hades with an elbow smash. Running lariat on Monosso! Hades tosses RRJ out of the ring! Jack Anderson: He wasn't watching his back and Hades took advantage. Jim Robson: Hades rolls out of the ring to work on RRJ. Rams RRJ's head into the ring apron! Irish whip into the steel post! Monosso is on the ring apron... HITS HADES WITH A FLYING LARIAT! Jack Anderson: Monosso caught Hades hard. Monosso is choking RRJ with a cable cord! He's bashing RRJ's head with the cable wrapped around his knuckles! Jim Robson: Hades with a kick to the face of Monosso! Vicious! Hades is going after Monosso. RRJ PULLS THE CORD AND CROTCHES HADES WITH IT! Jack Anderson: That's a DQ! Come on Hall wake up! Jim Robson: Well RRJ is still in the match. He rolls into the ring. Monosso rolls back in. Hades rolls back in barely beating the count. Jack Anderson: That would have sucked. Count outs suck. Jim Robson: RRJ hits Hades with a shoulder tackle sending him to the mat. Monosso headbutts RRJ! Monosso rams RRJ's head into the top turnbuckle. Irish whip across the ring... RUNNING CLOTHESLINE! SANITARIUM SUPLEX BY MONOSSO ON RRJ! Jack Anderson: Pin him! Pin him! Jim Robson: Monosso covers! ONE! TWO! HADES LEG DROPS MONOSSO! Jack Anderson: What's he doing? Monosso could have eliminated RRJ! Jim Robson: Hades with a running bulldog on Monosso! Surfboard submission on Monosso! Jack Anderson: ENZUIGIRI KICK ON HADES BY RRJ! He saves Monosso! Jim Robson: I don't think it's saving one man so much as hurting another man. Jack Anderson: Huh? Jim Robson: RRJ with a vertical suplex on Hades. NO! Blocked! Reversed! Hades picks up RRJ... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX! Punch to the face by Monosso. Jack Anderson: It's difficult for someone to keep the advantage because the third man is always there. Jim Robson: Monosso is pounding on Hades' forehead. He trying to bust him open. RRJ applies a sleeperhold on Monosso! He snuck up behind him. Jack Anderson: He can't win clean. He's always sneaking up on guys from behind. I mean his name IS Ron Jeremy. Jim Robson: This is a family show! Geez. Jawbreaker by Monosso! But Hades just kicked him in the face! Hades executes a gut wrench suplex on Monosso. Takedown suplex on RRJ! Hades with a back suplex on RRJ. Northern lights suplex on Monosso! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson: Hades almost had him. Hades with a dragon suplex! Michael Hall with the count! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! Jim Robson: RRJ with a forearm shot on Hades! RRJ with a leg drop on Hades. RRJ rams Monosso head first into the turnbuckle. RRJ with a pump handle slam on Monosso! RRJ runs into the ropes... BODY SPLASH! Hall in position for the count! ONE! TWO! TH... HADES PULLS RRJ OFF OF MONOSSO! BOSTON CRAB ON RRJ! Hades has him locked in! Jack Anderson: Hades saved RRJ? That was a surprise but I think he saw an opportunity to attack RRJ and took it. Jim Robson: Monosso has recovered. RUNNING LARIAT ON HADES! Monosso with a reverse neckbreaker on Hades. Leg drop on Hades. Elbow drop on Hades! Monosso picks up Hades... HOT SHOT! Jack Anderson: RRJ BLINDSIDES MONOSSO! RRJ is a cheap bastard! He's a snake! No! He's a rat! Susan Hawk is right! Some people are rats and RRJ is their leader! I wouldn't give him a drink of shit filled water if he were dying of thrust on the side of the road. Jim Robson: Harsh words for RRJ! RRJ whips Monosso into the ropes... STUN GUN! RRJ covers! ONE! TWO! SHOULDER UP! Jack Anderson: RRJ hits Hades with an inverted atomic drop! Kneelift! DDT! Hades is down! Jim Robson: RRJ picks up Monosso and places him on the top turnbuckle. What's he doing? Jack Anderson: SUPERPLEX! Damn! Jim Robson: RRJ doesn't cover! He sets up Hades in the corner... STINGER SPLASH! Jack Anderson: RRJ should have pinned Monosso! What an idiot! Jim Robson: RRJ grabs Monosso from behind and lifts him up... RUNNING REVERSE POWERBOMB! Jack Anderson: THE HEDGEHOG! Jim Robson: RRJ is taking off Bootie! Jack Anderson: Hades hits the WidowMaker on Monosso! He covers! ONE! TWO! THREE! Jim Robson: NO! NO! RRJ stopped taking off Bootie and dropkicked Hades in the face! RRJ is pummelling Hades! Jack Anderson: Monosso nails RRJ from behind with a double axe handle! Monosso picks up RRJ... THE GET-OUT-OF-HERE! He tossed RRJ over the ropes to the floor! Jim Robson: Monosso executes the Spiral into Madness on Hades! He picks up Hades... THE HANGMAN SUBMISSION! Jack Anderson: He's working on the neck. Jim Robson: RRJ is back in the ring! CLOTHESLINE ON MONOSSO! RRJ places Hades in the Tree of Woe! RRJ is stomping on Hades! Monosso attacks RRJ! Monosso slams RRJ's head into the top turnbuckle. Monosso tosses RRJ across the ring. NO! Reversal! STINGER SPLASH ON MONOSSO! STINGER SPLASH ON HADES! Jack Anderson: NO! HADES FREED HIMSELF! RRJ MISSED! Jim Robson: Hades applies a surfboard submission on Monosso! Monosso is trying to hold on! Jack Anderson: Hades going for a submission win. Jim Robson: Hades releases Monosso and executes a front face slam on RRJ! Hades goes back at Monosso... HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX! Hades isn't done. Jack Anderson: Hades with a running bulldog on Monosso! Hades with a spine buster slam on Monosso! RRJ charges Hades... BACK DROP OVER THE TOP ROPES TO THE FLOOR! WIDOWMAKER ON MONOSSO! HADES COVERS! ONE! TWO! THREE! Jack Anderson: JAMES MONOSSO IS ELIMINATED! HADES ELIMINATED MONOSSO! Jim Robson: Hades nails RRJ as he tries to enter the ring! Monosso rolls out of the ring and is leaving. Jack Anderson: Hades baseball slides RRJ to the floor. Jim Robson: MONOSSO RUSHES BACK TO THE RING AND IS ATTACKING RRJ! HE'S SMASHING RRJ'S HEAD INTO THE STEEL STEPS! NO! NO! MONOSSO SLAMS THE RING STEPS ON RRJ'S HEAD! OFFICIALS ARE RUNNING TO THE RING TO PULL HIM AWAY! Jack Anderson: Hey, he wanted more of RRJ. I don't think he's done with him. Jim Robson: RRJ is hurt badly. Hades rolls out of the ring and laughs as the officials drag Monosso away. Jack Anderson: Hades knows this is his chance. Hades body slams RRJ on the floor. Hades with a snap suplex on RRJ! Jim Robson: Hades rolls back into the ring to re-start the count. Hades irish whips RRJ into the railing! That's gotta hurt! Hades picks up RRJ and drops him throat first on the railing! Jack Anderson: RRJ better look into another career in front of the camera. Some industry where Ron Jeremy is a name. Jim Robson: Umm... okay. Hades tosses RRJ into the ring. Hades is on the top ropes... FLYING ELBOW DROP! Hades with a northern lights suplex! Hall counts! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Jack Anderson: That was close! Too close! Hall counts too slowly! Jim Robson: Hades with a German suplex! ONE! TWO! THRE... SHOULDER UP! Jack Anderson: You've got to be joking! Jim Robson: Belly to back suplex by Hades! He's getting frustrated. Boot choke! Hall is warning him. Hades with a kick to the ribs. Back breaker on RRJ! Here's the cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOFF! Jack Anderson: Hades with an arm drag takedown into an arm bar. RRJ fires a fist to the stomach! RRJ with an eye gouge! DQ HIM! Jim Robson: RRJ runs into the ropes. Hades ducks the clothesline. Side steps a mafia kick! LEG SWEEP TAKEDOWN ON RRJ! Jack Anderson: RRJ isn't the fastest man in the world. Jim Robson: Hades applies a half crab. RRJ is crawling to the ropes... HE GOT THEM! Hall is calling for the break. Hades nails RRJ with an elbow before releasing him. Hades drags RRJ to the middle of the ring... CAMAL CLUTCH! Jack Anderson: Hades is going to win by submission. He's been working on the back for a while now. Jim Robson: RRJ IS GETTING TO HIS FEET! HE FALLS BACK INTO THE CORNER! RRJ with a back elbow! HE'S FIRING OFF FISTS TO THE RIBS! Irish whip across the ring. Jack Anderson: Hades felt that one. Jim Robson: RRJ with a shoulder tackle. He tosses Hades across the ring... STINGER SPLASH! RRJ places Hades on the top turnbuckle... SUPERPLEX! RRJ COVERS! ONE! TWO! TH... KICKOUT! Jack Anderson: WOW! Hades won't let him hit that one again. Jim Robson: RRJ with a clothesline. NO! HEAD AND ARM SUPLEX BY HADES! He nailed that one from nowhere! RUNNING BULLDOG BY HADES! HE COVERS! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack Anderson: Hades grabs RRJ... FIREMAN'S BUSTER! He covers! Jim Robson: ONE! TWO! THRee... SHOULDER UP! Jack Anderson: Hades may be better off working on RRJ than pinning him. Jim Robson: Irish whip into the ropes. REVERSAL! Backdrop. NO! FRONT FACE SLAM BY HADES! He doesn't cover this time. Irish whip... SPINEBUSTER SLAM! Hades grabs the legs of RRJ... THE GATES OF HELL (Texas cloverleaf)! Jack Anderson: Start rolling the credits. Hades has won. Jim Robson: RRJ is fighting the hold but he's in tough. Jack Anderson: This one is over. Good night folks! Jim Robson: RRJ refuses to tap out. Jack Anderson: Hades would rather he say I quit. Jim Robson: Looks like RRJ is passing out! HIS BOOT SLIPPED OFF! HADES PULLED TOO HARD AND RRJ'S BOOT HIT HIM IN THE FACE! Jack Anderson: WHAT?! BOOTIE?! No. The boot must have slipped off during the Gates of Hell... right? Jim Robson: Whatever happened, RRJ is saved. Hades is left holding the boot. HADES NAILS RRJ WITH THE BOOTIE CALL! Jack Anderson: AHAHAHAHA! HADES NAILED RRJ WITH HIS OWN BOOT! Jim Robson: HADES JUST THREW THE BOOT INTO THE CROWD! Jack Anderson: COLLECTOR'S ITEM! GRAB THAT BOOT! Jim Robson: Hades covers RRJ! Michael Hall with the count! ONE! TWO! THREE! Jack Anderson: HADES WI... WHAT?! TWO COUNT MY ASS! Jim Robson: Hall is holding up two fingers! He claims RRJ kicked out in time! Hades is arguing like a baseball manager! RRJ is slow to his feet... LOW BLOW ON HADES FROM BEHIND! Jack Anderson: DQ! DQ! DQ! Jim Robson: PUMP HANDLE SLAM! Jack Anderson: Come on Hades! Not another RRJ title reign! Jim Robson: THE HEDGEHOG ON HADES! RRJ is signalling for the Bootie Call. [He looks down at his foot only to notice there's no boot.] Jack Anderson: AHAHAHAHAHA! NO BOOTIE! He can't nail the Bootie Call! Jim Robson: RRJ is trying to take off the other boot! He's having quite a bit of trouble getting it off. Jack Anderson: Ron Jeremy having trouble getting off? Jim Robson: HADES WITH THE WIDOWMAKER! HERE'S THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! [DING DING DING!] Jack Anderson: That stupid finisher cost RRJ the match! Francine: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND STILL IWF/WOW WORLD CHAMPION... HADES! Jim Robson: Hades escapes Summer Explosion with his belt. Who will be next in line? Jack Anderson: Lots of people want to move up the card and Hades has beaten the top two guys tonight. It'll be interesting. Jim Robson: Do you think the feud with both of these competitors is over? Jack Anderson: I know for a fact that... [Fade to black.]