SUMMER EXPLOSION 4 [screen fades into the B.C. Place Stadium where 50,000 are shaking the place from it's foundation. The camera pans around the crowd, catching signs like: "Coop smells like Poop", "Cuz Ron is God, and God is Ron", "Where's my pants!!!", and "Chris Jurkchat talks to much!!". The camera whirls around to the ring, as thousands of dollars in pyrotechnics illuminate the arena, getting a tremendous reaction from the capacity crowd. The camera shifts views, and settles on the annoucne booth. Jack Anderson, Darian Atkinson, Rick Wright, and John Robertson all sit at the annoucne booth decked out in black SE4 t-shirts...] Darian Atkinson: WELCOME one and all to the most talked about and anticipated pay-per-view event of 1999....SUMMER EXPLOSION 4!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Yes indeed, the time has come for the IWF/WOW roster to pull out all the stops, for all the crap to hit the fan in one explosive evening. John Robertson: We have some things to go over very quickly before the program is underway. First off, we have yet another female edition to the IWF/WOW announce team. Rick Wright: WAHOO!!! Darian Atkinson: HOWEVER, this women will do her work IN the ring. Ladies and Gentleman, the IWF/WOW's NEW ring announcer...SAGE!!!!! Rick Wright: Fresh!!! What, does she live in the woods of Ames, Iowa or soemthing??? What a stupid name. Darian Atkinson: Actually, I kinda like it. Rick Wright: Well so do I!! I meant...see...I meant that I HAVE a stupid name. (grin) John Robertson: Pathetic. Anyways, we also witnessed two VERY momentous happenings at the Golden Turnbuckle Awards that aired before SE4 tonight. Two IWF/WOW legends have laced up their boots once again. I'm sure this week on Mayhem you will be hearing from BOTH men...THE ANGEL OF DEATH, and THE IDOL!!!!!! Jack Anderson: They're sure to make waves in the IWF/WOW once again. John Robertson: And I almost forgot, we have some previously recorded comments from one of the participants in tonight's Main Event, the number one contender for the World title, Hightower!!! [SCENE: The camera fades into BC Place Stadium, in front of a locker room. The name on the locker room says "Hightower" The camera man pauses, unsure of what might be behind the doors. Then he see's a BC Place Satium worker, and he turns to him.] Camera Man: Uh excuse me. Worker: Yes? Camera Man: This is the locker room of Hightower right??? Worker: Hmm....well his name is on the door...so I guess it must be his locker room, duh+ACE- Camera Man: Damn smartass! Okay well we know it is his locker room...but I mean is he in it??? Worker: Huh?? Camera Man: What I didn't say it in English??? Well maybe I should try again. Is Hightower in his locker room??? Is he even here in the arena? Worker: Okay you work for the I/W....and you don't even know where he is???? You'll get a promotion really quick there buddy!! Camera Man: Listen sh!t for brains....incase you are totally ignorant....let me explain it better for you. Last week Hightower got the crap kicked out of him, and so far nobody knows if he will be showing up here or not. Nobody knows how bad his injuries are....if he will compete tonight, or ever again. Worker: Damn....sorry about that dude....I didn't mean to be a jerk. Camera Man: No problem. Worker: As to answer your question.....I don't know if Hightower is here. The only person that I actually SAW go in there was his girl Amy. Camera Man: Hmm....okay well thanks for your help. [the camera man turns back towards the locker room door, and after pausing, he knocks on the door, and Amy opens the door a little bit and sticks her head out.] Amy: Yes? Camera Man: Uh I'm here to shoot an interview with you...and uh...well....if he is here....Hightower. [Amy pauses, the look on her face seeming a bit unhappy, then she nods her head.] Camera Man: Is he here? Amy: Come on in and I will talk about it. [Amy opens the door and the camera man walks in. Hightower is nowhere to be seen. Amy is wearing shorts, and a bikini top/sports bra.] Amy: You just got me getting ready for later on. Camera Man: I'm sorry did I come at a bad time? Amy: No that's alright. Camera Man: Well anyways shall we get started? Amy: Certainly. [Amy takes a sip of water, then smiles at the camera as she stands up straight.] Amy: Well tonight is what could turn out to be a big chance for me. The IWF/WOW is starting a Woman's Division, and tonight they are holding a Battle Royal. The last two women standing in this BR will face off against each other at Monday Mayhem the next week, and the winner will be crowned with the IWF/WOW Woman's Title. Now this is one heck of an opportunity for me. But hey this ain't gonna be easy! [Amy pauses.] Amy: The women in this BR is quite talented. There are people that I really have no idea who they are, but I am sure that they are talented. Natina Norton, "The Upstart" Shae Gunnin, Casey Collins, and Jacinda Phillips. I am sure that these ladies are talented, otherwise they wouldn't be given a shot. Then we have the names that I do recognize, myself being one of those of course....[Amy flashes a quick smartass grin.].... first we have Ina. The so called Romanian Goddess??? Hell honey you ain't a goddess....I dunno what you are but it ain't a goddess! Then we have "The Diamond Girl"- Heidi Leick...more like a diamond in the rough or a piece of coal. Well to all of my oponents in the battle royal good luck....and may the best two women win!! [Amy pauses, unsure of what to do next.] Camera Man: Uh Amy can you tell us about Hightower?? What is his current condition? And will he be able to wrestle tonight??? [Amy just stares blankly at the Camera Man.] Camera Man: Uh Amy?? You okay?? Amy: Yes. Camera Man: Well you stopped when I asked you that last question. Amy: And what question was that? CameraMan: I asked about Hightower's condition. [Amy lets a smirk cross her lips.] Cameraman: What??? [Then a voice can be heard right behind the camera man, a very very familiar voice.] Voice: You wanna know the big man's condition? How about being pissed off to the point of where Hades better watch out!! Camera Man: Who the hell.....???? [Then the man who spoke covers the camera lense.] Voice: Now when I take my hand off of the camera....you're in for a shock!!! Camera Man(mumbling to himself): Oh shit this can't be good this can't be good! [The hand comes off of the lense, and standing therem, beside Amy, is Hightower, grinning from ear to ear.] Hightower: Hey did you miss me? CameraMan: What the???? But I thought you got hurt...what is this a joke, was that just a bunch of crap??? Hightower: Oh no trust me, it was real! That pain I felt was no joke at all!! Camera Man: Oh sorry. Well may I ask what happened to you??? [Hightower shakes his head and puts his arm around Amy, and gives her a kiss on the forehead, then looks back at the camera as Amy wraps her arms around him and leans against him.] Hightower: Well first off the obvious....7 stiches to the head....along with that one hell of a kick ass concussion....some bruised ribs....a sore back...and well of course.... [Hightower pulls up the left pant leg of his track pants, showing a knee brace on his left knee.] Camera Man: Oh damn, does that mean you can't compete??? Hightower: Oh no I can compete....but Hades didn't do me any good last week. Camera Man: How much damage was done to it??? [Hightower suddenly turns around and walks away from the camera a few feet, then stares at the wall, and Amy looks at the camera man and gives him a nod of reassurance.] Amy: He'll be okay, he's just steamed still. The damage in the knee...well his ACL got damaged, as well as some cartalidge damage and joint damage. Camera Man: Isn't that the same thing he injured last year?? Amy: Exactly. [Hightower punches the wall.] Hightower: I'M GONNA KILL THAT SON OF A B!TCH!!!!!!!!! [Hightower leans his head against the wall, trying to calm himself down.] Amy: Chris.... Hightower: Just a sec.... Amy: Boy don't you dare argue with me, now get your @ss back over here and let's get this finished!! [Hightower returns around slowly and gives Amy a look.] Amy: Well??? [Hightower shakes his head and starts chuckling to himself as he walks back over to stand beside Amy.] Hightower: Well tonight is the big night. Summer Explosion 4.....Triple Threat Elimination Match for the IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Championship. Steve West as the special guest referee....and Hades and Cooper Concrete to battle against! Now what a honour it would be....what huge impact it woiuld have on me, if I walked out the winner, in my birthplace of Vancouver, British Columbia!! Amy: And being the youngest I/W World Heavyweight Champ as well!! Hightower: That's right!! Cooper....you and I know the score between each other. I have beaten you once, and that may not be a factor for tonight, but still...I beat you before, and I am gonna beat you again!! Now as for you Hades....you my friend...are gonna feel more pain than you have ever felt in your entire life!! You see after you attacked me.....I may have been unconcious for a while, but my brain was still functioning!! Hades I had alot of time to think in this past week....thinking of ways to make you scream in agony, thinking of ways that I can cripple you in this match....but yet it will still be within the rules!! Hades.....you ain't seen nothing like this and after tonight, you're career here is finished!!!!! Amy: Chill boy. Hightower: I am. [Hightower looks at Amy, then looks back at the camera.] Hightower: Tonight will be the start of a new era here in the IWF/WOW, and things are gonna change around here, and after I win the World Title...you'll see what a true champion is all about, and if you don't like it....you can become just another victim!!! [Amy and Hightower both have an intense look on their faces as the camera slowly fades to black, and the last sound that can be heard is the cameraman muttering under his breath "This ain't gonna be pretty": END SCENE.] Jack Anderson: If you're deaf, you didn't hear one of the most angry, and focused Hightower's I've ever seen. John Robertson: There's no doubt that Hightower is all buisness, and will be gunning for Hades during our Main Event later on tonight. Darian Atkinson: Well let's get this party started! Our first match of the evening is a ladder match between two bitter rivals, Fusion and John Van Mann. John Robertson: Now, without a belt involved, how exactly is this ladder match going to work? Jack Anderson: Well I'm being informed that there will be a black flag with the I/W logo tied to a hook, dangling over the ring. First one to get the flag wins the match. Darian Atkinson: Well, enough talk, let's get to the ring!!!! Rick Wright: Hey!! That's my line.. ------------------------------- !! Written by: William Foster !! !! - Ladder Match - !! !! Fusion vs. John Van Mann !! !! Guest Ref: Anthony Edwards !! ------------------------------- [in ring] SAGE (RA): Ladies and Gents, the following contest is a LADDER MATCH and has a 10 minute time limit... ["Walk" by Pantera begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): Coming to the ring first, hailing from Detroit, MI, standing 6'1'' and weighing in at 230lbs., here is... J O H N V A N M A N N ! ! ! [John Van Mann goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. John walks down talking about how great he is, slapping fans hands the have a sign about him or a t-shirt or just think he's great. There are spotlights that flash with the music and fireworks after he walks out.] SAGE (RA): And his opponent... ["Stop Being Greedy" by DMX begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing from Detroit, MI, standing 6'3" and weighing in at 270lbs., here is... F U S I O N ! ! ! [Fusion goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. A grim expression on his face, totally oblivious to the crowd hollering his name. The lights go out, and smoke fills the arena... the lights return, and Fusion is in the ring.] [bell tolls] Jack Anderson: Whoa! We've got the classic staredown to start off a match that should be nothing less than amazing. These men have a mutual hatred for each other that is- umm...WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!! Rick Wright: They're climbing the ladder simultaniously...AND NOT TRYING TO STOP EACH OTHER!!! - THEY BOTH JUST GRABBED THE FLAG AT THE EXACT SAME TIME!!!!! John Robertson: They're conversing with the officials now...Fresh is going to make the official announcement... [Fresh looks a bit confused, but lifts the mic to her lips to make the announcement of the official decision...] SAGE (RA): Due to both combatants getting to the flag at the exact same time...this match as been declared A DRAW!!!!!!!!! [bell tolls] Darian Atkinson: There is far more to this than meets the eye...ok, we have John Van Mann grabbing a ringside mic now... [John Van Mann picks up the ringside mic, as Anthony Edwards finishes his walk to the ring and rolls in...] JVM: Welcome to Summer Explosion 4 ladies and gentlemen. See, me and Fusion had a few words backstage and we decided that we didn't like this match at all. Since neither one of us asked for a ladder match, President Foster. Neither one of us had anything to gain from it. So we both climbed the ladder and took the flag from the top to become the first dual winners of a ladder match. Jack Anderson: CAN THEY DO THAT?! Wright: They just did, Anderson! YOU go tell Fusion and Van Mann they're out of line! JVM: Thanks Fusion, just remember don't hurt Anthony (fixes anthony edwards tie). We are issuing an open challenge to an tag team or person or even *wink* the Tag Team Champions for Monday Mayhem. And then...... [Anthony Edwards calls for the mic from the side, and catches it as it is tossed to him.] Anthony Edwards: Well ladies and gentlemen you may be scratching your heads right now, so I'll take the liberty to explain. (pause) You see every man standing in this ring, including myself, have been COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY SCREWED by the federation. (turns and looks at fusion) Fusion, had his titles taken away from him, in a week, because the I/W didnt approve of his conduct. [Fusion puts a fake choke hold on Anthony Edwards, who lets out a really really fake cry for help. They both find this extremely funny, and start laughing hysterically.] Jack Anderson: THEY WERE IN CAHOOTS THE WHOLE TIME!!! Rick Wright: I knew it!!! I told you!!!! John Robertson: Oh geeze... Hey, waitaminute... what's that music?! [At this time, the theme from John Carpenter's "Halloween" starts to play, and James Monosso appears at the top of the aisle. The big man is clad in his black and silver wrestling singlet, and stalks the ring with a grim look on his face that we have never seen there before. His stringy black hair obscures his eyes, but even so, we can see the intensity in them. Sean McDougal comes out behind, and the Scotsman quickly marches to the ring and takes the lead. McDougal arrives in the ring, and takes a microphone...] Sean McDougal: So, John, ye associate with thae man what near tae crippled yer own friend, do ye? Well, ah've only one thing tae say to THAT!! [The crowd stands, as Monosso takes a steel chair and slides into the ring...] Sean: All ah have tae say is... [James raises the chair... the crowd is on their feet...] Sean: ...it sounds like good business t' me!! The three of ye 'twould be UNSTOPPABLE!! [James unfolds the chair, and sits in it.] James Monosso: Yeah, I guess you can never have too many friends. 'Tis a far far better thing to be beaten on by someone who cares, than never to be beaten on at all. Sean: Oh, Lordy, he's been watchin' th' local Shakespeare troupe ag'in... AE: (sigh) well, next up is James Monosso. Remember about a month ago, when Fusion attacked Monosso with that sledge hammer? Took him right out right? WRONG!!! Anderson: WHAT?! AE: Well, Mr. Foster didnt want to give my boy here some vacation. So he had to fake injury. [Monosso grabs his head and starts yelling ow!!! Ow!!! and he and Fusion start laughing...] Jack Anderson: What on Earth? John Robertson: Vacation? He had just debuted! Rick Wright: I swear... I knew it the whole time!!! I told you guys! AE: Next we have John Van Mann... well, Johnny here was deprived of all that attention he needs. The i/w didnt give him a choice but to join up with us, and screw the federation back. [Camera zooms in on John's face...] Darian Atkinson: Well, I guess that leaves Anthony Edwards. AE: Well, Ladies and gents, that leaves myself. The much "respected" head interviewer of the I/W, the pride and joy of the reporters the beloved friend of almost all of the wrestlers, and administrators here in the IWF/WOW. Jack Anderson: Well, that is true. He has been here since day one AE: And you, the fans might ask how did they screw Anthony Edwards? Well those of you who have been fans for a bit longer than a month, will remember my favorite owner of the I/W, and yours President Chris Jurkstat. The man who was the reason that I am what I am. Well, the schmuck that has taken his place is really starting to piss me off. Rick Wright: YES!! YES!!! YES!!!! AE: Well, the treatment has DEFINITELY changed around here and since you, Willie since you decided to screw us, myself, and the NEW MILLENIUM have decided to return the favor. Jack Anderson: NEW MILLENIUM???? AE: Yup thats right. The NEW MILLENIUM are the essence of power wrestling. Van Mann's confidence, Fusion's aerial ability Monosso's presence. The guidance of myself the motivational skills of MacDougal, and training skills of Al Steel, the winning equation. We feel we are THE dominant force in the I/W. In fact we.. are.. UNSTOPPABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!! [the crowd lets out a HUGE heel pop] JVM: See, we are now a unified group and no-one can stop us. Now hit our music. ["I Shot The Sheriff" by Bob Marley begins to blare out of the loud speakers as each man leaves the ring, one by one and hops off of the apron. Van Mann not slapping hands with anyone. Monosso blindly following MacDougal, and Fusion patting the back of Anthony Edwards...] Darian Atkinson: Do you have any idea what we just witnessed? Rick Wright: Yeah...the end of Foster! WOOHOO!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Shut up Rick, Foster is a great president hell, he signs your paycheck every month. But then again. He hasn't fired you yet. John Robertson: Maybe he's just a little slow. [John, Darian and Jack start laughing...] Rick Wright: Shut up guys, lets get to the next match. [screen fades out to an SE4 merchandise promo...] --------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- !! Written by: Chris Shannon !! !! - Grudge Match - !! !! Shawn Kroeker vs. Mike Johnston !! !! Guest Ref: Anthony Edwards !! ------------------------------------- [Screen fades back into the announce booth...] John Robertson: Well right now they are lowering the enclosed steel cage over the ring, and you know what that means! Rick Wright: Yeah, and I don't like it!!! Jack Anderson: Why not??? Rick Wright: Think about it! My favorite tag team ever, the tag team that ruled this federation, is going to fight each other and kick the living crap out of each other!! And there are no rules, they are in a steel cage....anything could happen!!! Jack Anderson: Well after their break up a couple of weeks ago, both former West Coast Connection members have had some harsh words for each other, and tonight in this West Coast Rulz Match....well it's gona get very very ugly!! [in ring] SAGE (RA): This next match is set for one fall with a 15 minute time limit, and it is a West Coast Rulz Match!!! [crowd pops.] SAGE (RA): The rules for this match are simple.....there will be an enclosed steel cage around the ring, and it is a falls count anywhere, anything goes match!!! [crowd pops again.] SAGE (RA): Introducing first....... ["No Shelter" by Rage Against The Machine begins to play over the loudspeakers and the fans give a mixed reaction although the face pop can be heard, and the house lights dim as a silver spotlight hits the enterance way.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing from Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada, standing at 5 foot 10 and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is a former member of The West Coast Connection and he is a former IWF/WOW Tag Team Champion, here is... S H A U N K R O E K E R ! ! ! [Shaun Kroeker comes out and pauses for a moment looking around the arena, before heading down to the ring. Shaun Kroeker is 20, with dark skin like The Rock, but he is not fully African-American. He has short black hair, with brown eyes. For a man of his height and weight he has a muscular build, not ripped but muscular, and for a man of such small size he has power like he is a heavyweight. His ring attire is red leg length trunks, on the right leg it says "Shaun" in silver glittery lettering, and on the left leg in silver lettering it says "Kroeker". On the butt in silver slittery lettering it says "WCC". He also wears plain shiny black boots. As he makes his way down to the ring, he has a dead set serious look on his face. As he gets to the ring, Kroeker climbs in the ring and stands right in the middle of the ring, and raises his arms in the air and makes a "W" with both hands, as fireworks go off high above the ring, and pyro's go off from the ring post's. Then as the pyro's and fireworks die down, the house lights come back on.] SAGE (RA): And his opponent.... ["Stayin Alive" by Wycleff Jean begins to play over the loudspeakers and the fans give a mixed reaction, but the face pop can be heard very well, as the house lights dim and a silver spotlight shines on the enterance way.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing from Los Angeles, California, standing at 6 foot 1 and weighing in at 235 pounds, he is a former member of The West Coast Connection and he is a former IWF/WOW Tag Team Champion, here is... M I K E J O H N S T O N ! ! ! [Mike Johnston steps out through the curtain and pause to look around the arena before heading down to the ring. Johnston is 25 to 26 years old, with short blonde hair, with baby blue eyes. He is not ripped, but he does have a build, like Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels. He wears leg length trunks that are Royal Blue in colour, with "Mike" down the right leg in silver glittery lettering, and on the left leg in silver glittery lettering it says "Johnston". On the butt in silver glittery lettering it says "WCC". He also wears plain black boots, that are shinny, but no writing on them at all. As he heads towards the ring, Johnston interacts with the fans, but of course being especially nice for all the pretty ladies. As Johnston gets in the ring he stands right in the middle of the ring, raises both arms in the air and makes a "W" with both hands, and then fireworks go off in the air, and pyro's go off from the ring posts. Then as the fireworks and pyro's stop, the house lights come back on.] Rick Wright: Hey, where's the ref??? SAGE (RA): Now introducing the special guest referee for this match!! [The fans give a curious pop,and both Kroeker and Johnston look at each other, then at the enterance way to see who is gonna be the special ref.] Jack Anderson: A special guest referee?? What is all this about? Rick Wright: That's what I'd like to know!! ["If" by Janet Jackson plays over the area and the fans stand up to see who is coming down, and Johnston and Krooker have shocked looks on their faces.] Jack Anderson: What the.....???? Rick Wright: It's her!!!!!! SAGE (RA): Coming down the aisle, here is..... I N A ! ! ! [The crowd starts to boo as Ina comes out from behind the curtain. She is wearing a low cut referee shirt, and very very tight blank dress pants. She waves to the fabs in the arena as they still boo, with the exception of some of the male perverts who are hooting and hollering. Ina then makes her way down to the ring, steps in the cage, closes the door, then looks into the ring and just startes at her former team. Then she gets into the ring, and signals for the bell to start the match.] [bell tolls] Jack Anderson: Why is Ina down here as the referee??? Rick Wright: I dunno, but it is obviously some kind of master plan of Ina's to get the West Coast Connection back together, and I just love it!! +AFs-Kroeker and Johnston are face to face, nose to nose, jawwing at each other.+AF0- John Robertson: Mike Johnston and Shaun Kroeker are standing nose to nose right now arguing....Mike Johnston goes to turn away....no Kroeker spins him around, goes for a right hand...but it's blocked by The Wildman and retaliated!! Now Johnston nailing Kroeker with jabs to the face....Johnston sends Kroeker flying to the ropes with an Irish Whip....JOHNSTON WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK ON KROEKER!!!! Jack Anderson: Good opening offensive mount by The Wildman, he has come prepared!! Rick Wright: Well of course these two guys know each other inside and out!!! John Robertson: Johnston drags Kroeker back to his feet....no Kroeker with an elbow to the midsection on Johnston as Johnston stumbles and leans against the ropes.....Kroeker charges....Johnston ducks and a Back Bady Drop sends kroeker flying out of the ring!! Jack Anderson: Well there we have it once again we see that the veteran overcomes the young gun, and that will be the big factor in this match! Rick Wright: Hey what are you trying to stir up now??? John Robertson: Johnston waits for Kroeker to get back to his feet....Johnston goes for a Plancha...no Kroeker catches him....POWERBOMB ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: What a manuever by Shaun Kroeker, and the young gun just got one up on his more experienced opponent!!!!!! John Robertson: Shaun Kroeker starts kicking away on Johnston....he reaches under the ring....and he drags out a Lacrosse stick!!!! Rick Wright: Hey, who left that laying there!!!! John Robertson: Kroeker winds up...AND HE NAILS JOHNSTON RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK WITH THAT LACROSSE STICK!!!!!! Kroeker winds up again....AND HE CRACKS JOHNSTON ACROSS THE RIBS WITH THE STICK!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Well now Kroeker is going back to the street fighting style that he has bragged so much about in the past....and right now it is working as Johnston is down on the ground still! Rick Wright: Stop Shaun stop!!!!! John Robertson: Kroeker throws the lacrosse stick down and go and gets a chair and waits for Johnston to get back to his feet.....Johnston finally on his feet.....Kroeker charges.... [W-H-A-C-K!!] John Robertson: KROEKER NAILS JOHNSTON WITH THE CHAIR....HE DENTED THE CHAIR AND JOHNSTON IS DOWN....JOHNSTON IS DOWN!!!! KROEKER GOES FOR THE COVER..... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . Th... Jack Anderson: JOHNSTON KICKS OUT!!!! Rick Wright: Oh my god.....Ina you gotta stop the match.....you gotta stop the match!!! And Shaun busted Mike open on that one!!!!!! John Robertson: Shaun Kroeker throws Mike Johnston back into the ring....The Enforcer gets a chair again and follows The Wildman back into the ring. Kroeker puts Johnston up sitting on the top turnbuckles....Kroeker rushes at Johnston with that chair...NO JOHNSTON GETS HIS FOOT UP AND KROEKER'S FACE MEETS THE CHAIR AT A HIGH RATE OF SPEED!!! Rick Wright: Oh no!!!!!!! Now The Enforcer is cut open!!!!!!! John Robertson: Mike Johnston quickly hops up on the top turnbuckle....MISSLE DROPKCIK BY JOHNSTON!!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER.... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . Thr..... John Robertson: NO KROEKER KICKS OUT!!!! KROEKER KICKS OUT!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Well so far the action has gone back and forth, and if the way thet match has gone so far is any indication, then these two guys are gonna kill each other by the end of the match!!! Rick Wright: No they can't....they just can't!!! John Robertson: Johnston gets out of the ring and reaches under the ring, and he drags out a table!!! Johnston setting the table up....and he drags Kroeker to the outside of the ring!!!! Johnston starts ramming the head of Shaun Kroeker against the cage wall....and he throws Kroeker back into the ring!! Jack Anderson: What is the point of this strategy??? Rick Wright: I dunno...I am as confused as you are!! John Robertson: Johnston has Kroeker laying on the mat....Johnston climbs up to the top ropes....no he's taking too much time and Kroeker is back on his feet........he falls against the ropes....AND JOHNSTON FALLS, GROIN FIRST ON THE TOP ROPES STRADDLING THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!!! Rick Wright: Ouch now that has definatly got to hurt!!!! John Robertson: Kroeker climbs up to the top turnbuckles, he sets up Johnston....OH MY GOD TOP ROPES POWERBOMB TO THE TABLE OUTSIDE!!!!!! JOHNSTON IS HURT....JOHNSTON IS HURT!!!!!! Jack Anderson: The match has got to be over, Kroeker has it won!!!! Rick Wright: Oh no!!!!! Not this way guys not this way!!!! John Robertson: Kroeker slowly slimbs out of the ring, and he covers Johnston arrogantly with one foot.... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3..... John Robertson: NO JOHNSTON KICKS OUT....JOHNSTON KICKS OUT!!!! Rick Wright: Thank god, oh thank god! Jack Anderson: If Kroeker hadn't of made that arrogant cover, he could have won the match right there!!!! John Robertson: Kroeker can't believe it!!!! Kroeker can't believe it!!! He goes to pick up Johnston...NO JOHNSTON WITH A LOW BLOW....JOHNSTON WITH A LOW BLOW!!!! Rick Wright: Oh come on guys!! John Robertson: Johnston picks Kroeker up to his feet...WILDKICK BY JOHNSTON!!!! Jack Anderson: Johnston is coming back with an offense now, and he looks to be determined although he is very wabbly after that Powerbomb from the top rope through the table! John Robertson: The Wildman now is going under the ring, and now he drags out a table and sets it up! Johnston puts Kroeker on the table, and now Johnston climbs up on the ring apron and up to the top turnbuckle....AND JOHNSTON EXECUTES THE WILDENDING/SHOOTING STAR PRESS, AND BOTH HIMSELF AND KROEKER GO RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!!!! Jack Anderson: Now both men are hurt....both men are hurt!!!! Rick Wright: Oh my god this isn't good, Ina do something!!!! [Ina is standing over both men and she seems to be unimpressed.] Jack Anderson: What is with Ina??? She almost seems like she wants to see both of them kick the crap out of each other! Rick Wright: Hey will you stop trying to start things!!!! [Kroeker and Johnston are both up to a sitting position....and they are both just staring at each other, with barely any emotion on their faces.] Rick Wright: Wait....what is going on here??? [bell tolls] Rick Wright: What the....what's going on??? SAGE (RA): Ladies and gentlemen, the time limit for this match has expried, there for this match has been declared a TIME LIMIT DRAW!!!!! [the fans boo as Ina just seems to be more frustrated now...and Johnston and Kroeker are still staring at each other, then they say a few brief words...and they start laughing.] Rick Wright: Huh?? Jack Anderson: What is going on here??? [Johnston and Kroeker get back to their feet and start talking with each other, and pointing out all the injuries they have and how pointless it was to hurt each other so badly when the match din't have an official winner, and they are still laughing until Ina gets between them and starts yelling.] Jack Anderson: Now I would like to know what is going on!!!! Rick Wright: Well at first it appeared that there might be a reconciliation between the West Coast Connection...but whatever Ina is saying down there is causing Kroeker and Johnston to fight again! John Robertson: Maybe this thing between them is not finished.... [All of the sudden "Gangsta's Paradise" by LV plays and the fans give a curious pop as they turn and look towards the entrance way. Ina and Kroeker are confused, but Johnston's eyes widen slightly.] John Robertson: Who is this??? Rick Wright: I don't know but we am gonna find out soon! [Then a man comes out from behind the curtain, and the fans still give a curious pop as they do not know who he is. He looks to be in his early thirties....6 foot 2.....225 pounds....short black hair, blue eyes, and a short trimmed goatee. He is wearing white dress pants and a vlack long sleeve dress shirt.s he heads down to the ring Ina and Kroeker look at each other, then at Johnston....and Johnston seems to be shocked. Then the man's face gets into plain view, and it is a former tag team manager of Johnston's....Rick Armstrong.] John Robertson: IT'S RICK ARMSTRONG!!!! IT'S RICK ARGMSTRONG!!!! Jack Anderson: WHY IS HE HERE!?!?!?!? Rick Wright: Who the hell is he!?!? Jack Anderson: That's Rick Armstrong....he used to manage Mike Johnston in another federation!!!! Rick Wright: Yeah but why is he here??? [Armstrong gets to the ring and he immediatly gets between Kroeker and Johnston and starts talking to them, trying to calm themdown.] Jack Amderson: Hmmm....it looks like Rick Armstrong is here to play peacekeeper....but for what reason I do not know! Rick Wright: Well maybe he shouldn't stick his nose where it doesn't belong!!!! [after a few minutes Armstrong has calmed down Kroeker and Johnston....and then he leaves the ring, and heads to the back...and Kroeker and Johnston follow shortly after he leaves, leaving Ina behind by herslef.] John Robertson: What is the deal here?? The West Coast Connection leaving Ina behind....but are they actually following Rick Armstrong or not???? Rick Wright: I wish I knew, I wish I knew! [The camera fades out to a promo, while Rick, Darian, John, and Jack debating what is really going on with this whole situation...] ------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- !! Written by: William Foster !! !! SE4 Battle Royal !! !! For Women's Title Shot on Mayhem !! -------------------------------------- [screen fades in from a little SE4 promo/overview of event...] Darian Atkinson: Well, this is it. This is the official start date of the IWF/WOW's first ever female division, and I must say I'm damn sure happy that I'm here to witness it. Jack Anderson: This is indeed a landmark moment in the IWF/WOW, and this match is sure to go down in history. John Robertson: This match itself, whether it's 50 minutes or 50 seconds, will be history. This is the very first time women have grappled in an IWF/WOW ring with a Women's Championship at stake. Rick Wright: Alright, enough with the crap. I usually have to pay to see stuff like this by the minute, so let's get a move on!!! [in ring] SAGE (RA): The following contest is a 8 women battle royal! The last two remaining combatants will go onto next week's Monday Mayhem program to battle for the right to call themself the FIRST EVER IWF/WOW WOMEN'S CHAMPION! [crowd pop] SAGE (RA): Coming to the ring first... ["One More Time" by Britney Spears begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the fans start to cheer as the house lights dim and a spotlight shows up on the curtain at the enterance way.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, standing at 5 foot 9 inches tall and weighing in at 130 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Hightower, here is... A M Y ! ! ! [The crowd goes nuts and after a few moments Hightower comes out from behind the curtains, to a huge pop, then he gestures behind him, and out comes Amy, and the crowd reaction stays the same but the males in the audience start hooting and hollering. Amy smiles and waves at the crowd, and then her and Hightower make their way down to the ring. As they get in the ring, Amy waves to the crowd on all four sides of the ring, then fireworks go off and the house lights come back on.] SAGE (RA): And her opponent... ["Volcano Girls" by Veruca Salt starts to play...then the crowd roars as "The Diamond Girl" Heidi Leick peeks her head out of the curtains and stands there during the 1st line...] "Leave me, Lying here.. Cause I Don't wanna go" [the crowd is on thier feet cheering. She looks around in bewilderment, and smiles...] "Leave me, Lyin here.. Cause I Don't wanna go" [She steps out a little more as the fans get louder, then she starts to step back in.... but as the guitar riff plays she charges out and dances down the aisle maniacally, shaking her head up and down to the beat, touching her fans outstretched hands and slapping high fives. The fans just love this crazy demented woman.. She enters the ring wearing her cutoff blue Supergirl T-shirt , Daisy Duke Shorts, and her diamond blue wrestling boots and chases the announcer around the ring till he slides out...she looks out at the crowd and smiles as the music cuts. The camera zooms into her, and her stunning brown eyes pierce right through you, she is totally sexy,.. the perfect body and face,.. and you somehow get the feeling this girl is not all there in the head.] SAGE (RA): Now I have the pleasure of introducing one of the most extreme women ever to grace a wrestling ring... here she is, weighing in at 125lbs, standing at 5'7", and hailing from Brooklyn NY, the one the only (thank god)... "D I A M O N D G I R L" H E I D I L E I C K ! ! ! SAGE (RA): And her opponent... ["Deformography" by Marilyn Manson plays over the loud speakers...] SAGE (RA): Coming down the aisle from Tempe, Arizona, accompanied by "The Wonder" Shawn Walker, standing 6' and weighing in at 162 lbs here is "M A L I C I O U S & D E L I C I O U S" M O L L Y J O N E S ! ! ! [Molly Jones & Shawn Wlaker walk through the curtain and down the aisle. Jones is probably the most sinister, and ruthless female wrestler in the history of wrestling, and she's found a good partner in Shawn Walker. As she and Walker walk down the aisle the arena lights go out, and the aisle way and ring turn green, she'll get up on the apron and hold the rope for Walker and then Walker lifts the rope for her...] SAGE (RA): And her opponent... ["Lit" by Buckcherry begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing From Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing 5'8" and weighing in at 130 pounds, being led to the ring by "The Crippler" Kyle Combs, here is... J A C I N D A P H I L L I P S ! ! ! [Jacinda Phillips goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle with Kyle Combs along side her. As they wlk down the aisle, many flash bulbs go off from fans and photographers trying to get the perfect shot of Jacinda. As they get to the ring Combs climbs up on the apron before her and pulls up the middle rope while stepping on the bottom one in order to let Jacinda in the ring. Once there Combs whispers some strategy in her ear and exits the ring.] SAGE (RA): And her opponent... [The opening of "Living Dead Girl" plays over the loudspeakers. The lights dim, and the catchy music begins to play. The lights go all the way out, The electric guitars begin to kick in, and suddenly, the music hits its height, the crowd feels the negative energy that erupts from this woman. The curtains part, but we can barely see the figure, in the darkness. The music once again continues to play, as Casey makes her way to the ring. Following her, is a man, pale in complexion, tall in stature, who is every bit, if not so more gothic than her. He has his hair down, and dry, yet long, and black, straight...it hangs in front of his face, hiding his piercings, and his teeth. We see the hideous tattoos of the man we have only come to know as Despair.The camera moves back to Casey as she finally walks through the curtains, and takes a look at the crowd, and then begins to make her walk to the ring, down the aisle. The fans try to reach over, and touch her, but she pulls away. While she continues her walk, Despair walks up to the fan who attempted to grope her, and basically has a stare off with him in which the fan is the loser of. Casey continues her walk to the ring, again. She has a skin-tight black, leather catsuit, She wears very gothic boots, made also of leather, that come up to her Knees . Her hair is down and wavy, hanging in her face.] SAGE (RA): And coming to us now, hailing from Parts Unknown... [Casey takes a second, and then begins to walk up the metal stairs, When she finally reaches the top.] SAGE (RA): "Weighing in at exactly one hundred, and thirty pounds.." [She ducks down, and raises her leg over the bottom rope. In one swift motion, showing off her ASSetts to the crowd, she is standing up, and pulling her other leg over the ropes.] SAGE (RA): "Standing in at FIVE foot FIVE..She is the master of the mindgame...and the sexiest woman alive......." [Casey Struts to the center of the ring, and stares at the crowd, yet, doesn't notice not one of them. She stretches her shoulders, and prepares to begin his fight.] SAGE (RA): "And the originator of both the "The Wrath or God", AND the "Gates of Hell"...Accompanied by her 'bouncer', Despair...Please welcome..." [She stops stretching, and she extends her arms in the sign of the cross, crucifying herself. she bends her head to the side, and crosses her legs at the ankles, only standing on one foot. She has recreated the crucification of Christ. Despair simply stands behind her, with his arms crossed, looking on, seemingly oblivious to the crowd, or anything else for that matter.] SAGE (RA): "T H E D A R K A N G E L" C A S E Y C O L L I N S ! ! ! [Casey stands there for a second, and then walks back to her corner, while Despair leaves the ring, and watches from the outside, as Casey awaits the return of her opponent.] SAGE (RA): And her opponent... ["Blue Monday" by Orgy begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, standing Five Feet Seven Inches Tall and weighing in at one hundred thirty-five pounds, here is... "T H E U P S T A R T" S H A E G U N N I N ! ! ! [Shae Gunnin goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. The raven haired beauty is garbed in her traditional red leotard with silver trim on the leg holes as well as silver triangles that point downwards beneath her underarms - topped off by fishnet hose and black wrestling boots. The spotlight shines on her, revealing an awe-inspiring visage that is adorned by purple lipstick and a silver hoop in her right nostril. She makes her way to the ring in a haze of mixed reactions. Her eyes remain focused, full of intent, on the ring and mission ahead as the spotlight follows her every movement.] SAGE (RA): And her opponent... ["Ahead of the Curve" by Jim's Big Ego begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing from Dublin, Ireland, standing 5'1 and weighing in at 157 pounds, here is... N A T I N A N O R T O N ! ! ! [Natina Norton goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. She is a long-haired brunette, with blue eyes, and a killer smile. She wears a plain black bodysuit that reveals just enough, with matching boots and gloves. As her theme plays behind her, she thumbs her nose at drooling men, and suddenly gets into killer instinct mode] SAGE (RA): And her opponent... ["If" by Janet Jackson blares over the PA system as Ina steps from behind the curtain. She's wearing very tight leather pants, black wrestling booths, and a black Speedo spandex top. She has her blonde streaked hair tied back in a tight pony tail, as a few male fans show there appreciation towards the stunning specimen.] SAGE (RA): Standing 5'7", weighing in at 118lbs., and hailing from Romania, she is the former manager of the West Coast Connection...here is... I N A ! ! ! [bell tolls] Jack Anderson: This battle royal is underway! Heidi Leick immediately charges Amy, and nails a clothesline. Amy goes down hard, but quickly recovers. Heidi hits the ropes, and FLYING CLOTHESLINE- NO!!!! Natina Norton drop kicked Heidi while she was airborn!!!! OUCH! John Robertson: Jacinda Phillips is clubbing away at Molly Jones now, and Jones isn't likeing it. Rick Wright: Who would. Let's see if you'd like her clubbing you in your head. HEY JACINDA, OVER HERE!!!! (pointing at John) Darian Atkinson: Shut up Rick! Ina is going at it with Shae Gunnin, who is dominating the former WCC manager. Ina is set up...RUNNING POWERBOMB!!!! WOW!!!!! John Robertson: Jacinda Phillips hits the ropes...FLYING CLOTHESLINE...MOLLY JONES DUCKS...JACINDA NAILS CASEY COLLINS!!!! Collins is down, and Heidi Leick seizes the moment. She's stomping the crap out of a fallen Casey. Jack Anderson: Natina Norton sends Molly Jones to the ropes...JACINDA PHILLIPS CATCHES JONES ON THE WAY WITH A MASSIVE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!! Jacinda is up fast, and NATINA WITH A STANDING SIDE KICK!!!! Darian Atkinson: Molly Jones sends Shae Gunnin to the ropes...SHAE COMES BACK WITH A HURRICARANA...AND MOLLY JONES IS GONE!!!! SAGE (RA): Molly Jones is eliminated at 2:01. Jack Anderson: Heidi Leick with a boot to the bread basket of Shae...SPIKE DDT!!!! She scoops Shae up now...SAMOAN DROP!!!! John Robertson: Casey Collins hits the ropes...CRESCENT KICK TO THE HEAD OF HEIDI LEICK!!!! Heidi is down...Natina Norton comes up from behind Ina...BULLDOG!!!! Ina is in trouble, Norton rolls Ina over...CAMEL CLUTCH!!!! Well Ina can't give up, but she can pass out! Darian Atkinson: Shae Gunnin is exchanging blows with Amy now, Amy taking control... kick to the gut, JAPANESE CLOTHESLINE! Shae up quickly, she hits the ropes... FLYING ELBOW SMASH!!!! Amy went down hard, and Shae drags her up quickly... SNAP SUPLEX!!!! Jack Anderson: Shae and Ina are slugging it out...HEIDI LEICK CHARGES THEM AND BOTH OF THEM JUST GOT DUMPED OUT OF THE RING BY THE DIAMOND DOLL!!!! SAGE (RA): Shae Gunnin and Ina are eliminated at 4:15. Rick Wright: Yawn. Stretch. Zzz. John Robertson: What happened to you having to pay by the hour? What happened to that quality entertainment you were so looking forward too? Rick Wright: I dunno! You tell me. Darian Atkinson: Casey Collins and Amy are going at it now...Casey with a full nelson, no..DRAGON SUPLEX!!!! Amy is clawing her way to the ropes...Casey grabs her by her feet, rolls her over...SLINGSHOT!!!! *CLANG* RIGHT INTO THE BUCKLE!!!! Jack Anderson: Heidi Leick and Natina Norton are going at it...Jacinda Phillips with a dropkick to the face of Heidi Leick! Jacinda with a waist lock on Natina, Heidi is back to her feet...RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! NATINA JUST FLEW RIGHT INTO HEIDI LEICK!!!! THE RING LOOKS LIKE RRJ JUST FARTED!!!! Rick Wright: Ewwww.... John Robertson: CASEY COLLINS JUST SPEARED JACINDA DAMN NEAR OUT OF THE RING!!!! JACINDA IS REELING...CASEY COLLINS WITH A BRONCO BUSTER!!!! Darian Atkinson: Heidi charges Amy...AVALANCHE!!!! Amy is in serious trouble... HEIDI WITH AN IRISH WHIP...BACK BODY DROP!!!! AMY IS GONE!!!! AMY IS GONE!!!! Jack Anderson: WRONG! Amy held on! She just rolled under the lower ropes, then rolled back out!!!! She's playing possum!!!! John Robertson: Smart girl. Rick Wright: Well she sure as hell doesn't get it from Hightower. Darian Atkinson: RICK! Rick Wright: I-...I-...I've been waiting my entire existance to hear you scream my name! The day has finally come!!!! Jack Anderson: She's only been on the announce team for a month. Rick Wright: What's your point? Darian Atkinson: Casey Collins is playing the same game as Amy...she's sitting in the turnbuckle away from the action, trying to regain some energy. Amy is on her feet, she's on the apron, she get's Casey Collins attetion...AMY JUST SUPLEXED CASEY COLLINS DIRECTLY OUT OF THE RING!!!! CASEY COLLINS IS ELIMINATED!!!! SAGE (RA): Casey Collins is eliminated at 10:27. Jack Anderson: Heidi Leick is a ball of fire in that ring, fighting off both Natina Norton and Jacinda Phillips! HEIDI NAILS THE DIAMOND CUTTER ON JACINDA PHILLIPS!!!! Natina Norton is back on her feet after a snap suplex from Heidi... Darian Atkinson: Amy rolls back in the ring...SHE CHARGES NATINA NORTON... AMY JUST LIFTED UP NATINA IN SPINEBUSTER FORM AND SHOVED HER OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!! NATINA'S OUTTA HERE!!!! SAGE (RA): Natina Norton is eliminated at 11:45. John Robertson: HEIDI LEICK NAILS A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF JACINDA PHILLIPS...AND THIS BATTLE ROYAL IS OVER!!!! SAGE (RA): Jacinda Phillips is eliminated last, at 12:01. Your winners, AMY AND HEIDI LEICK! These two women will go onto Monday Mayhem to fight for the IWF/WOW WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! [bell tolls. Hightower makes his way out to celebrate with Amy. Heidi Leick lets out a scream and sprints at Amy. She tackles her and begins slugging her with tremendous force to her face and head. Hightower along with a slew of officials swarm the ring and seperate the two. Suprisingly Amy calmly exits the ring...she then shoves the time keeper from his chair, folds it up, and springs back into the ring. She takes a swing at Heidi but misses and knocks an official out cold. Amy has an extremely intense, and angry look on her face as the camera fades out...] --------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------ !! Written by: George Redifer !! !! SE4 Tag Team Title !! !! Sunshine/Shaw vs.Death & Destruction !! ------------------------------------------ [The screen fades into Darian, Rick, John and Jack ready to begin yet another exciting chapter of SE4. Rick is of course, drueling over Darian, and John and Jack chuckle as they look on...] John Robertson: Well, this next match is ANYTHING but simple. We have here a title match between Death and Destruction and the team of K.C. Sunshine and "Diamond" Jim Shaw. Rick Wright: These two groups are both extremely talented so who knows what direction this match will go. Jack Anderson: I've actually been looking forward to this fight for a few days myself. They have put a lot of effort into training for this one, so I expect to see a good show here. [in ring] ["Super Disco Breakin'" by the Beastie Boys begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and Boogie Town, USA respectfully, he is one half of the IWF/WOW Tag Team Champions, here is... K. C. S U N S H I N E ! ! ! [Sunshine comes down he aisle, strutting cockily while he dances and gyrates to the music. Sunshine wears long white bell bottom-style pants and black boots. Sunshine dances around the ring drawing boos from the fans.] SAGE (RA): And his tag team partner... ["American Jesus" by Bad Religon starts to play over the loudspeakers] SAGE (RA): And his partner, about to come down the aisle, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing 6'5" and weighing in at 270 pounds, he is one half of the IWF/WOW Tag Team Champions, here is... "D I A M O N D" J I M S H A W ! ! ! [Diamond Jim goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle wearing a Pain Inc shirt over his Owen Hart tights and a couple fans point red lights at him as lasers also flash around as he enters he climbs up on all the ropes as the fans give a slight pop and fireworks go off.] John Robertson: Well, it seems the champions are all ready for the big match, let's get this thing going. ["King Nothing" By Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, at a total combined weight of 490 pounds, here is... Perry "Death" Neptune and John "Destruction" Achillies... DEATH & DESTRUCTION !!!! [Death and Destruction walks straight to the ring, along with their manager, the Diamond Girl Heidi Leick.] Jack Anderson: What do we have here? The bell hasn't even rung yet and Shaw and Sunshine are already pummeling Death and Destruction into the turnbuckles. Darian Atkinson: There's the bell and it looks like we may have a quicker match than we expected here tonight. Jack Anderson: There we have Shaw and Sunshine whipping Neptune and Achilles into each other... This could get ugly. Rick Wright: Reversing the whip and sending Shaw and Sunshine headfirst into one another. Perry Neptune grabs Shaw by the shoulders and flips him out of the ring. John Robertson: Achilles gets the message and steps out to let the legal men go at it. Jack Anderson: Neptune has a hand on K.C.s shoulder and steps forward to catch him with a brainbuster. Rick Wright: That had to hurt. Neptune is a mean character if I've ever seen one before. Jack Anderson: He's got him back on his feet and lfits Sunshine off the ground into a verticle suplex. John Robertson: K.C.'s back on his feet and he lands a quick jab to the face of Neptune. Darian Atkinson: He bounces back against the ropes and lands a vicious lariat. Jack Anderson: Helping Neptune back to his feet, K.C. gets stunned with a northern lights suplex. Rick Wright: There's Neptune with the tag and Achilles joins him. Jack Anderson: Neptune lifts Sunshine for a Powerbomb, and Achilles grabs him for a quick assist. John Robertson: Jim Shaw's jumped into he ring, but the ref intervenes, telling him to get out. Rick Wright: The ref isn't looking and the Diamond Girl is in the ring with a chair to K.C.'s head! Darian Atkinson: Neptune climbs out as Achilles rolls Sunshine into a Boston Crab. Jack Anderson: It looks like K.C. could be out, but he's got a hand to the rope, breaking the hold. John Robertson: K.C. stumbles to the turnbuckle to make the tag, but Achilles catches him with a Pump Handle Slam Rick Wright: Sunshine is laid out in the ring with Achilles looking down at him. Jack Anderson: Achilles lands a powerful Elbow Drop in Sunshine's midsection. Darian Atkinson: With all this power hitting him all at once, I don't know if K.C. can take any more. John Robertson: Sunshine gets up and he makes the tag+ACE- Darian Atkinson: Jim Shaw is mighty pissed and he lets it fly against John Achilles. Jack Anderson: Shaw lands a DDT to Achilles. Rick Wright: He's got him back on his feet and Shaw drops him again with a Backbreaker. John Robertson: He picks up Achilles and flips him into a Snap Mare. Jack Anderson: He's got him down and Shaw goes for the pin... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3..... Darian Atkinson: He's got a two count, but that won't be enough to take the win. Jack Anderson: Achilles is up and takes down Shaw with a Swinging Neckbreaker. John Robertson: He makes the tag to Neptune and they lift Shaw to his feet. Darian Atkinson: Jim Shaw is now on the recieving end of a double whip into a turnbuckle, followed two clotheslines, one after another. Rick Wright: Jim Shaw is down and dazed. John Robertson: If he doesn't start to show what made him a champ, he's done for. Darian Atkinson: Neptune is going for the cover now... 1... . . . . . 2....... . . . . . Th....... Rick Wright: Kicked out at the last second! John Robertson: Neptune picks him up and lifts him above the turnbuckle. Jack Anderson: Neptune is climbing the ropes and he lands a suplex from upstairs!!!!! Darian Atkinson: Jim Shaw stumbles to his feet and makes a tag to K.C. Rick Wright: K.C. comes in fired up, swinging like an animal. John Robertson: He lands 1...2...3...4...5..6 hard punches to the upper body of Neptune! Rick Wright: Neptune stumbles back and K.C. lands a hard drop kick. Jack Anderson: K.C. is looking strong here now with a Piledriver. Darian Atkinson: Sunshine hits him back with another drop kick to the body. John Robertson: Neptune stumbles back itno the turnbuckle, where Achilles tags his shoulder and climbs in. Jack Anderson: Achilles grabs hold of K.C. and whips him into the ropes! Rick Wright: Neptune calls for the Total Devastation and here it comes! Darian Atkinson: K.C. Sunshine is laid out by a foot sweep/ spinning heel kick combination!! Jack Anderson: Jim Shaw is in the ring and Neptune has him in a Chokeslam!!!! Rick Wright: Achilles grabs K.C. into an inside cradle and it looks like the end! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3!!!!!!!!!! John Robertson: There you have it, Death and Destruction with Total Devastation!!!!!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Try saying THAT three times fast!! Rick Wright: And here are your new Tag Team Champions in the IWF/WOW... DEATH & DESTRUCTION!!!!!!! John Robertson: That match ceratinly got a few tempers flaring, I'm sure these groups aren't done with each other yet. Darian Atkinson: Good call, there goes Jim Shaw swinging at Neptune from behind. Rick Wright: Neptune stumbles forward, but Achilles covers him by swinging Shaw into a Samoan Drop. John Robertson: Neptune whips Shaw into the ropes and they go for it again! Darian Atkinson: That's a second Total Devestation today! What a show!!!!!! [Screen fades out to a Monday Mayhem promo...] --------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- !! Written by: Chris Jurkchat !! !! SE4 Legends Match - !! !! A.J. Stanson vs. The Prophet !! ------------------------------------- [Screen fades in from a BattleZone promo...] John Robertson: Stanson versus Prophet... it's next! Let's get to the ring. [in ring] [Suddenly, "What My Age Again" by Blink 182 blares over the loudspeakers, and out walks former IWF/WOW President, and current owner, Chris J.] John Robertson: What's he doing out here? SAGE (RA): Joining the announcers table for this match, IWF/WOW OWNER CHRIS J!!!! Jack Anderson: What? Rick Wright: [singing to himself] Yeah, cause you've got... no chance in hell.. John Robertson: What are you going on about Rick? Rick Wright: Oh, nothing. Chris J: [joining the broadcast table] Hello guys... Jack Anderson: Welcome... what brings you out here tonight? Chris J: Can't the former President come out and watch a classic matchup? John Robertson: Well, I guess so... [Suddenly, the arena lights go out as the strains of the Alleluia Chorus ring throuout the arena. The crowd goes nuts as a series of multi-coloured crosses spin along the entrance way as the music builds in volume. Finally, a white-hot spotlight hits the top of the entrance ramp and The Prophet appears at the entrance, much to the delight of the old IC-marks, dressed in one of his classic robes - bright-red with "Prophet" written across the back. The Choir-master appears at the Prophet's side as they make their way to the ring. The Prophet hasn't shaved in a few days and looks totally dis-interested in the crowd's reaction. People reach out to him, but he waves them away. The Prophet gives his robe to the Choir-Master, revealing a well-toned physique...giving the impression he has not been away from the ring at all. He is wearing his standard matching tights, red with white crosses along the leg and the boots match the tights.] Jack Anderson: Here's the Prophet... Rick Wright: What do you think about the Prophet, Chris? Chris J: I think the Prophet is simply an amazing wrestler. He deserves all the praise in the world. He was one of the greatest of all time, and you know what? He could come back to the IWF/WOW, and still kick everyones ass. John Robertson: Well, I'm sure there are many here who would argue that... [Next, "Dead Souls" by Nine Inch Nails blasts through the speakers. The crowd jumps to their feet and scream in anticipation. AJ "Black Ice" Stanson finally storms through the curtains, throws his arms in the air and yells. He smirks to the crowd and starts walking confidently towards the ring. He turns around as Nevada comes out dressed to kill, in a short white mini skirt and a dark blue tank top. She smiles to Stanson and joins him in the aisle as the crowd continues to scream. Stanson slides under the ropes, goes up to one corner and raises his arms again, gets down, kisses Nevada's hand and grabs the mic...] AJ STANSON: Prophet, I've got your number...lets get it on! Live it.... CROWD: Love it. TOGETHER: DEAL WITH IT! AJ STANSON: Cuz in the end....victims...aren't we all? Jack Anderson: AJ Stanson has the crowd eating out of his hands... Chris J: Just like he always has had. John Robertson: What a match this is going to be. Jack Anderson: It's like it's 1997 all over again. A classic battle between the Inner Circle and the Power Alliance. Chris J.: Just like it always should have been. It's guys like this that made the IWF/WOW so great. Come on, did anyone ever really want to see the Idol? Or Bad Boy McCade? Jack Anderson: Well, both those men were very talented Chris... you said so many times yourself. Chris J: It was all bullshit. John Robertson: What? Rick Wright: Hey Chris, what about Rick Styles? Come on, you remember how... [begins laughing] how talented he was... Chris J: [laughing very hard] Styles? Talented? Those two go together? Oh, how about this one Rick... Dark Vanity! Rick Wright: Hahaha... the guy was so stupid, he took things way to seriously! Chris J: You're damn right he did, the Inner Circle really gave him what he deserved. [bell tolls] John Robertson: Well, we've got the Prophet and Stanson locking up in the ring now. Stanson comes right after the Prophet and he gets the Prophet in a headlock. Jack Anderson: Prophet breaks out and sends AJ Stanson into the ropes... Stanson bounces off, he takes the Prophet down with a shoulderbreaker! Chris J: You know, remember when I gave the Prophet... I mean the Prophet won the IWF/WOW World Title? You know, when he beat Derrick DaMann? Rick Wright: Yeah, that was great. Chris J: Everything the Inner Circle ever did was great. They were the best. John Robertson: What is this? IC kiss up day? Jack Anderson: Stanson now picks up the Prophet. He gets whipped into the ropes. NO! REVERSAL BY THE PROPHET! John Robertson: Stanson off the ropes... BACK BODY DROP BY THE PROPHET! NO! REVERAL INTO A DDT BY AJ STANSON! Rick Wright: What a classic match this is already turning into. Chris J: You've got the right Rick. John Robertson: Only the best from the IWF/WOW... Chris J: Only the best from the CLASSIC IWF/WOW guys... Rick Wright: Yeah!! You heard it here from the owner of the IWF/WOW... John Robertson: The Prophet gets back to his feet... he backs himself into the corner... Jack Anderson: Stanson charges... BUT THE PROPHET MOVES! STANSON RUNS INTO THE CORNER AND HITS THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Rick Wright: Ohh! John Robertson: Prophet from behind, he rolls up AJ Stanson... THE COUNT!!! 1... 2... STANSON KICKS OUT!!! Jack Anderson: Both men to their feet.. Chris J: What action... John Robertson: Prophet backs Stanson into the corner... Prophet up on the turnbuckles and he is nailing Stanson... [The fans count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 as the Prophet nails Stanson] Rick Wright: Wow... these fans can count! Chris J: Yeah, they can count as they fork over the dollars and I go off to the bank a very happy man. John Robertson: Prophet now pulls Stanson back into the center of the ring... SNAP SUPLEX BY THE PROPHET! Jack Anderson: An excellent move by the Prophet, showing very little ring rust even after not wrestling for so long. Chris J: This is what classic IWF/WOW wrestling is all about. These new guys are all crap. No one cares about them. No one. Why did everyone buy this PPV? To see the REAL talent. The originals. Guys like Cooper Concrete, Steve West, and of course the two men in the ring right now, AJ Stanson and the Prophet. Rick Wright: You know, you're pretty damn cool Chris! John Robertson: Stop sucking up to the owner Rick. Jack Anderson: The Prophet is now stomping a whole in AJ Stanson. John Robertson: The Prophet is just loving the chorus of boos he's recieving from the fans... Rick Wright: Just like the good ol' days, right Chris? Chris J: You're damn right. Just like when I was running the show, not this mud for brains Billy, or whatever the hell his name is. John Robertson: The Prophet picks Stanson up... SIDE SUPLEX BY THE PROPHET!!! Jack Anderson: What a move by the former two time World Champion here in the IWF/WOW. Rick Wright: That's two-time, two-time World Champion. Jack Anderson: Well excuse me. Rick Wright: Better watch yourself Jack! My buddy Chris might just fire your ass. John Robertson: The Prophet is going for the cover on AJ Stanson... here is the count! 1... 2... AJ STANSON KICKS OUT! Jack Anderson: Very close call. Chris J: It's going to take a lot more than that to pin a veteran of the ring like AJ "Black Ice" Stanson. Rick Wright: These guys can go twice as long as anyone in the IW today... John Robertson: That maybe true. Jack Anderson: The Prophet is arguing with the official. He's saying it should have been a three count, but nonetheless, he goes back to work on Stanson. Rick Wright: Smart move by the Prophet. John Robertson: Prophet picks up AJ Stanson. He whips Stanson into the ropes... Jack Anderson: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY THE PROPHET!!! Rick Wright: Great move! John Robertson: The Prophet is now pointing to the top rope... Jack Anderson: He's giving the signal for his finisher... Chris J: This could be it for AJ Stanson... Rick Wright: It will be if he can hit this... John Robertson: NO!!!! STANSON WITH A LOW BLOW!!! Rick Wright: This could change everything! Chris J: Like the Prophet's plans for a family? Jack Anderson: The Prophet has fallen to the mat... he's in pain! Stanson is trying to get to his feet, the crowd is firmly behind him! John Robertson: These fans are going nuts for AJ Stanson. They're cheering him on... Rick Wright: Just like the old days... Chris J: The days when guys who people could respect were champions! Jack Anderson: Well Stanson is to his feet... BUT HERE COMES THE PROPHET! Rick Wright: Prophet comes with a clothesline.. John Robertson: STANSON DUCKS! THE PROPHET TURNS AROUND... Jack Anderson: STANSON LANDS A BOOT TO THE GUT OF THE PROPHET... John Robertson: REVERSE NECKBREAKER BY STANSON!!! Rick Wright: THAT COULD BE IT! Chris J: It might just be all over... John Robertson: The count... 1... 2... THE PROPHET KICKS OUT!!! Jack Anderson: Ohh... Rick Wright: So very close! Chris J: That was just a fraction of a second away from being a three count. John Robertson: If that. Jack Anderson: However Stanson doesn't give the Prophet anytime to rest. Stanson picks the Prophet right up, and he sets him up... Rick Wright: This is going to be great... John Robertson: GERMAN SUPLEX BY AJ STANSON!!! Chris J: Ohmygod... I don't believe I've ever seen AJ Stanson hit a better german suplex than that one. He maybe retired, but he still keeps on improving. Jack Anderson: There really is no ring rust on AJ Stanson. Rick Wright: Stanson has proved time and time again that he is one of the biggest stars in our game today. John Robertson: Hey... unn, Rick? Rick Wright: What? John Robertson: Whatever ever happened to your comments about Stanson in all of these past years? Rick Wright: What are you talking about John? John Robertson: You know, like "Stanson sucks", "Get rid of AJ". You were so excited when Stanson retired... Rick Wright: Look John, I have no idea what you're talking about. I think you're confusing me for Jack... Jack Anderson: Huh? Chris J: John, people can have a change of heart. Live with it. John Robertson: I was -- Chris J: [interupting] OH!!! WHAT A MOVE BY STANSON! Jack Anderson: Stanson just picked the Prophet up and powerbombed him to the mat. Rick Wright: These fans are going nuts for AJ! They're chanting "AJ! AJ! AJ!". Chris J: And it ain't for that gay Backstreet Boy named AJ. It's for AJ "Black Ice" Stanson. John Robertson: Can't argue with you there. Jack Anderson: Stanson is now feeding off the energy of the fans... John Robertson: I think he could be looking to set the Prophet up for the Iceberg tiger-driver... Chris J: What a move that is... Jack Anderson: The Prophet gets to his feet... Rick Wright: Watch out.. John Robertson: AJ STANSON SENDS THE PROPHET OVER THE TOP WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Jack Anderson: And the Prophet lands on the floor! Chris J: These two always loved to get into a good ol' brawl, and they might just do that outside of the ring! John Robertson: Stanson is just setting the Prophet up now. Jack Anderson: What does he have planned? Rick Wright: I bet it's something good... John Robertson: HERE COMES STANSON! Chris J: SUICIDE DIVE BY STANSON ON THE PROPHET!!! Jack Anderson: BUT THE PROPHET MOVES!!!! John Robertson: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! STANSON JUST HIT THE FLOOR, AND HARD!!! Rick Wright: He is out cold! He has to be... Chris J: Stanson never gives up. John Robertson: The Prophet has a huge smile on his face now. He knows the match is his. Jack Anderson: The Prophet picks up AJ Stanson. Rick Wright: This is going to be good!!! Jack Anderson: Ohh! The Prophet just shoved AJ Stanson into the ring post. John Robertson: I think Stanson may have just hit his head on the post, and possibly busted it open... Chris J: I think you're right John! Rick Wright: You can see the blood coming out of Stanson now... Jack Anderson: What's the Prophet doing now? Chris J: He's going to get something... John Robertson: He's going to get the ring steps!! [SLAM!!!] Jack Anderson: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! The Prophet just slammed the ring steps down onto AJ Stanson... Rick Wright: This could be it for Stanson! John Robertson: The Prophet is just laughing and taunting Stanson now. Jack Anderson: He's wasting time. That's what he's doing. He's giving Stanson time to recover, which is a big mistake on his part. Rick Wright: Stanson ain't going to get up. Chris J: Never say never Rick. The Prophet better take advantage. John Robertson: The Prophet is telling Stanson that he's finished, and after this beating he just may as well be finished. Jack Anderson: The Prophet is now grabbing a chair... since when did this become a no disqualification match? Chris J: Since there were two legends in the ring! Rick Wright: Yeah! You tell 'em Chris! John Robertson: The Prophet swings chair at Stanson... BUT STANSON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! Jack Anderson: The fans are loving it now that there hero has shown some signs of being alive. Rick Wright: Come on Prophet, don't get him make a comeback! John Robertson: Stanson to his feet... here comes the Prophet with the chair... [WHACK!!!!] [Huge pop from the fans...] Jack Anderson: NO!!!! THE PROPHET TOOK A SWING, BUT STANSON DUCKED AND THE CHAIR HIT THE STEEL POST!!! Chris J: Wow... John Robertson: STANSON DRILLS THE PROPHET! HE NOW GRABS THE CHAIR FROM THE PROPHET!!! [SMASH!!!!!] Chris J: I think Stanson may have knocked the Prophet out cold with that swing... Rick Wright: Hey Stanson, spring training was five months ago!! Jack Anderson: I still don't believe it! With one swing of the chair AJ Stanson nearly knocked the head off of the Prophet. Rick Wright: I'm still surprised Stanson has enough energy to go... look at the blood gushing out of his head. Chris J: Stanson won't give up, it doesn't matter how much blood he loses, he'll fight until he loses it all if he has to! Jack Anderson: Especially against a bitter rival like the Prophet. John Robertson: Stanson is bringing the Prophet over here... Rick Wright: What the hell is he trying to do? Chris J: I'm not sure... Jack Anderson: STANSON HAS THE PROPHET SETUP FOR THE ICEBERG TIGER DRIVER!!! Rick Wright: NO!!! John Robertson: YES!!!! [CRASH!!!!!] Jack Anderson: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! Rick Wright: NO! NO! NO! Chris J: AJ Stanson has just tiger drived the Prophet right through our desk out here... John Robertson: But Stanson doesn't look to good... I think he's lost way to much blood... Chris J: I don't like this... Stanson looks like he might pass out because he's lost so much blood. I think the referee should stop this match... [calling the referee] REFEREE! Stop this match now... Jack Anderson: I don't think he's listening to you Chris... besides, aren't you the one who said Stanson would fight until he didn't have any blood left to lose? Chris J: Yeah, but we don't want another death out here. We already had DaMann die in the ring... John Robertson: Relax... he's fine. Chris J: That's what they all say? Jack Anderson: If he wasn't officials would be out here to stop the match. [Chris J. gets up, and runs over to the time keeper...] John Robertson: What's he doing? Jack Anderson: He's telling the time keeper to ring the bell. John Robertson: WHAT?! [bell tolls] Rick Wright: WHAT!? What's the result of the match? Jack Anderson: It looks like he's telling the official now... John Robertson: Well? What is it? SAGE (RA): Ladies and gentleman... the owner of the IWF/WOW has given me the official decision, and that is that he has stopped the match for AJ Stanson's safety... [the crowd boos...] SAGE (RA): Therefore, the winner of this match... THE PROPHET! [The crowd continues to boo.] Rick Wright: YEAH! John Robertson: WHAT!? That's not fair.. Jack Anderson: AJ Stanson was screwed... Rick Wright: The owner is only concerned for Stanson's safety, that's all! John Robertson: You know that's damn well a lie Rick. He's favoured the Prophet all throughout the history of the Inner Circle. That's why the Prophet was given the win. Rick Wright: What are you talking about? Jack Anderson: Oh come on, you know... remember what Styles said? Rick Wright: Styles was nothing but a pawn. John Robertson: Rick, I hate to tell you man, but former President Chris J. always favored the Inner Circle... Jack Anderson: It looks like Stanson knows it too. He's chasing after the owner of the IWF/WOW... Rick Wright: NO!!! Leave him alone!!! John Robertson: And now AJ Stanson has caught up with the owner... Jack Anderson: Stanson has got a hold of the owner... Rick Wright: WATCH OUT CHRIS!!! John Robertson: STANSON TIGER DRIVERS THE OWNER OF THE IWF/WOW!!! Jack Anderson: Chris J. is down and out... Rick Wright: NO!!! John Robertson: What an end to the match... Jack Anderson: I don't think we'll be seeing him out here for a while... [Screen fades out to a Control Centre promo...] -------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------- !! Written by: Chris Shannon !! !! SE4 IC Title Match !! !! Razor Ron Jeremy vs. Steve West !! ------------------------------------- [screen fades in from Sage interviewing some fans outside the arena before SE4 began...] Jack Anderson: Well folks, we've had one explosive evening. And we're nearing the end. Up next we have an Intercontinental Title Match... Darian Atkinson: I'm really eager to see this one, so let's get it on... Rick Wright: WHOA! Be careful what you wish for baby! [in ring] SAGE (RA): This next match is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit, and it is a non-title match! [crowd gives a mixed reaction.] Jack Anderson: Whoa! What happened! This match is supposed to be an IC title match...well..obviously not now... Darian Atkinson: That's odd... SAGE (RA): Now this will also be a special handicapped match...where each wrestler will have a certain handicap for the match. Razor Ron Jeremy will not be allowed to use Bootie at all in this match, and "Professor" Steve West is not allowed to use his regular style of submission wrestling! If these handicaps are used during the match then the match, then the match will be stopped. [pop from the crowd.] SAGE (RA): Introducing first..... PA: MY BUM IS ON THE RAIL!!!!!!!!!! John Robertson: What the... Rick Wright: OH MY GOD!!! Razor Ron Jeremy stole Canada's own Tom Green!! ["The Bum Bum Song" by Tom Green plays over the loudspeakers] SAGE (RA): And now, making his way to the ring, hailing From Beverly Hills, California, standing 6'3 and weighing in at 280 pounds, He is the IWF/WOW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, here is... R A Z O R R O N J E R E M Y ! ! ! [Razor Ron Jeremy peeps slowly through the curtain and then jumps down the aisle. He does the Scott Hall point to Tom Green who receives a MAJOR pop from all his native Canadian fans. Tom's wearing his red Superbum outfit with a yellow cape. RRJ and Tom both look at each other, then they decide to put their bums on the guardrail. RRJ has on loose gray sweatpants and a torn up black T-shirt with a picture of Mario & Luigi on it, white wrestling shoes, kneepads, elbowpads, and wrist tape. "Tom Green's Bum is fat", "Where can I find some Bootie?" and "Ron is God, but needs help!!" signs. Tom walks over to each side and gives high-fives to all the fans along the aiselway. 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 Bootie out form underneath the ring. he grabs a mic, but he can't talk since everyone is still going crazy for Tom Green.] Jack Anderson: What an incredible moment in I/W history!!! Canada's own Tom Green has decided to join us at Summer Explosion!!!! John Robertson: I guess this is why Summer Explosion is called the granddaddy of 'em all. Rick Wright: My bum is on the chair, my bum is on the chair!!! I LOVE THIS SONG!!! It's too bad I HATE Razor Ron Jeremy, though. They both cancel each other out so I'm just in a plain mood right now. RAZOR RON JEREMY: I suppose you're all wondering why I have Mr. Tom Green with me here tonight in Vancouver. [Mega pop as Tom Green drags his bum across the ring.] RRJ: Well, the higher-ups in the I/W told me that I can't use this green boot here in my hand during the match, so I needed someone I could trust to hold it for me. So Tom, do me a favor and TAKE THIS SMELLY THING AWAY FROM ME. [RRJ throws Bootie and the mic on the floor. Tom Green picks up both, holds Bootie against his bum, and sings all the way back to the entrance way.] MY BUM IS ON THE BOOTIE MY BOOTIE'S ON THE BUM MY BUM IS ON THE BOOTIE MY BOOTIE'S ON THE BUM!!! NOW MY BOOTIE AND MY BUM ARE OUT THE DOOR!!!! [He exits] John Robertson: These fans are still cheering! There's a segment we'll never forget. SAGE (RA): And his opponent..... ["25 or 6 to 4" by Chicago begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing From the University of Higher Education, standing 6'1" and weighing in at 238 1/2 pounds, here is the IWF/WOW's former North American and United States National Champion... "P R O F E S S O R" S T E V E W E S T ! ! ! ["Professor" Steve West goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. Music blaring in the background, the Professor enters the ring area and acknowledges all the fans and begins conversing with Pain Inc supporters in the crowd. Before entering the ring, the Professor analyzes both the ring setup and the crowd altogether. The spotlight follows him towards the ring.] [bell tolls] John Robertson: The match is underway, and right off the bat we can see the uneasiness on the face of Steve West! Jack Anderson: Well of course....he doesn't know how to appraoch this match since he is not allowed to use his usual style of wrestling! Rick Wright: Well I have a suggestion for Steve west then.....KICK HIS *SS STEVE!!!! John Robertson: West and Jeremy are standing face to face arguing, Steve West turns to the ref....but RRJ spins him around and nails him with a hard right hand! [pop from the crowd.] John Robertson: RRJ nails Steve West with a few more hard shots.....Irish Whip to the ropes....AND A BIG BACK BODY DROP BY RRJ AND THE IC CHAMP IS ALL FIRED UP!!!! [the crowd pops.] Jack Anderson: Well RRJ looked around quickly there, I think he forgot that he did not have Bootie at ringside with him! Rick Wright: What a bloody moron! John Robertson: Razor Ron Jeremy starts kicking away at Steve West down on the mat, and so far RRJ has total control of this match! RRJ picks up Steve West....RRJ bounces off the ropes...AND HE CLOTHSLINES WEST!!!! RRJ GOES FOR THE COVER.... 1... . . . . . Tw..... John Robertson: Kickout by West! And now RRJ is looking around the ring...for Bootie??? Rick Wright: What has he beem smoking??? Has he been dipping into Hightower's 'magic bag of tricks' or something??? Jack Anderson: Rick how could you say something like that!?!? You know that Ron is a bit....well confused! Rick Wright: Why don't you just come out and say it....the guy's a retard! Jack Anderson: RICK!!!! John Robertson: Razor Ron Jeremy drags Steve West back to his feet...RRJ sends West to the ropes with an Irish Whip.....RRJ puts his head down for a Back Body Drop...and Steve West nails him with a knee to the face!!!! Jack Anderson: Well a simple telegraphing of a move put RRJ on the defensive end of this match now....but Steve West is approaching RRJ confused! Rick Wright: Well of course if he can't use his usual wrestling style, what is he supposed to do!?!?! John Robertson: West drags RRJ back to his feet....West with the Irish Whip to the ropes....DROPKICK BY STEVE WEST!!!! West back on the attack....he kicks RRJ in the mid-section, sets him up.....POWERBOMB BY STEVE WEST!!!!!!! Rick Wright: Steve West actually did a Powerbomb? Wow will wonders never cease! John Robertson: West goes for a cover..... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . Th..... John Robertson: NO RAZOR RON JEREMY KICKS OUT!!!! Jack Anderson: A good effort by West....but as you can see he is not too sure of what route to take now! Rick Wright: I got an idea...just beat him up Steve! John Robertson: Steve West picks RRJ back to his feet....Irish Whip to the corner...AND WEST FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A BIG AVALANACHE SPLASH!!!! West keeps RRJ in the corner and he starts hammering away with hard rights to the body and head! Jack Anderson: Well Steve West has taken a different appraoch to this match now, and it seems to be working for him! Rick Wright: Yes go Steve go! John Robertson: West let's RRJ slump in the corner...AND A RUNNING KNEE CATCHES RRJ RIGHT IN THE FACE AND RRJ GOES DOWN!!!! WEST WITH THE COVER..... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . Thre..... John Robertson: NO ANOTHER KICKOUT BY RRJ!!!! Rick Wright: How does he keep on doing that!?!?! Jack Anderson: Well Steve West definatly is getting frustrated now as he is pacing around the ring trying to think of something to do and RRJ is slowly getting back to his feet! John Robertson: RRJ is back on his feet but seems wobbly.....West bounces off the ropes...he goes for a Flying Cross Body Block....NO RRJ CATCHES HIM...AND NAILS HIM WITH A VICIOUS BACKBREAKER!!!! RRJ GOES FOR THE COVER..... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3... John Robertson: No, West kicks out....West kicks out!!!! Rick Wright: Way to hang in there Steve! Jack Anderson: Well Razor Ron Jeremy is back up on his feet, and is he looking for Bootie again... Rick Wright: I told you this guy is a retard....hey Ron....there is no Bootie you freak! John Robertson: RRJ is looking this way confused by what Rick Wright said....in the meantime West is getting back to his feet and he is stalking RRJ.....RRJ finally turns around...West scoops him up on his shoulders....DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!!! Jack Anderson: West out of nowhere hit RRJ with the DVD, and now West is going up to the top ropes now! Rick Wright: Yes go Steve go! John Robertson: WEST HITS THE HONOUR ROLL MOONSAULT!!!! HE GOES FOR THE COVER..... 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3!!!!!!! [bell tolls] Rick Wright: Yes he did it! Jack Anderson: But no titles change hands! Rick Wright: Damnit! RA: Here is your winner of the match....."PROFESSOR" STEVE WEST!!!! Jack Anderson: Well there you have it folks, West exacts a bit of revenge by getting the win, but unfortunately the title didn't change hands due to the mysterious changing of this from a title to non-title match. Rick Wright: Why does MY night always have to be ruined...(sigh) Darian Atkinson (teasingly): The night is still young Rick...(giggles) Rick Wright: (stuttering) WHA- WI- WHOA! Jack Anderson: Don't tease the poor boy, he's already been let down once tonight. [screen fades out...] ------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------- !! Written by: Wade Thompson !! !! SE4 World Title Match !! !! Hades vs. Hightower vs. Cooper Concrete !! !! Guest Ref.: Steve West !! --------------------------------------------- [Screen fades in from a Golden Turnbuckles recap, and plug for the encore...] John Robertson: Well, the time has come for tonight's Main Event. The Main Event of the IWF/WOW's biggest Pay-Per-View of the Year. Jack Anderson: Three of the finest wrestlers in the IWF/WOW's illustrious history will be squaring off for the IWF/WOW World Title, with a fourth refereeing the match. Darian Anderson: We've got former champion Hades, The man who won the Independance day Rumble, Hightower, and the new champion Cooper Concrete. Rick Wright: Who cares about them, the important thing is that you are one fine looking woman. Jack Anderson: Do you know the meaning of the word professional Rick? Rick Wright: Yes!!! Don't I Darian? John Robertson: For crying out loud. Let's go up to the ring and Sage for the introductions. SAGE (RA): The following contest, is a Triple Threat Elimination Match, and it is for the IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!! [HUGE crowd pop] SAGE (RA): Introducing first, the special guest referee. ["25 or 6 to 4" by Chicago begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing From the University of Higher Education, standing 6'1" and weighing in at 238 1/2 pounds, here is the IWF/WOW's former North American and United States National Champion... "P R O F E S S O R" S T E V E W E S T ! ! ! ["Professor" Steve West goes through the curtain and then walks down the aisle. Music blaring in the background, the Professor enters the ring area and acknowledges all the fans and begins conversing with Pain Inc supporters in the crowd. Before entering the ring, the Professor analyzes both the ring setup and the crowd altogether. The spotlight follows him towards the ring.] Rick Wright: I have to question West's motives in this match. I think the whole thing is a conspiracy to make sure Hades doesn't regain the belt. John Robertson: There's no conspiracy here Rick. Darian Anderson: Hades is a conspiracy in his own right. SAGE (RA): Introducing first, challenger number 1. The former IWF/WOW World Heavyweight Champion, H A D E S ! ! ! ["Under" by Filter begins blasting over the PA. 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, jawing at a few fans, and threatening to hit a few more. 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 fans 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, flipping off the crowd to a chorus of boos. He then jumps back down and chases the ref around some more.] John Robertson: I wonder how many he's had to drink already tonight? Rick Wright: That's unfair. Jack Anderson: How so? The man DID lose the title because he was so drunk he passed out in the middle of the ring. ["Trip Like I Do" by Filter/Crystal Method begins to play over the loudspeakers, and the fans start to cheer as the house lights dim and a spotlight shows up on the curtain at the enterance way.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, born in Vancouver but hailing from Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada, standing at 6 foot 8 inches tall and weighing in at 271 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Amy, he is the last IWF/WOW North American Champion in the history of this federation, here is... H I G H T O W E R ! ! ! [The fans continue their face pop, it gets louder, as Hightower along with Amy finally steps out from behind the curtain at the enterance way, and then pauses, lookign around the arena at all the fans cherring for him, and a smile spreads across his face, although he still has a confident, no-nonsense look on his face. Hightower is in his early 20's. He has short brown hair with blonde streaks in it, green eyes, and a brown, short trimmed goatee. He is wearing black Nike Cross Training shoes, along with black track pants, with two thin silver stripes on each leg. He wears a red football jersey, with black lightning bolts on the shoulders, that look like they are coming from the back to the front. The numbers are in silver lettering, and the number is "71" on the arms, chest and back. The name on the back in silver lettering is "Hightower". As Hightower scans back and forth, all of the sudden pyro's go off right at the top of the enterance way, and some minor fireworks go off above his head, at the top of the JumboTron. As Hightower and Amy make their way down to the ring, he ineracts with the fans as Amy waves to them, and Hightower is slapping hands, patting younger children on the head. When they gets to the ring and climb in, they go right to the center of the ring. Amy stands in front on Hightower and leans against him with her arms crossed and a cocky smile on her face. Hightower makes a fist and lightly taps his heart with the closed fist, then slowly raises his right arm in the air, and pyro's shoot out of the ringposts, and fireworks go off mainly above the ring, but also all around the arena. Then spotlight then shuts off, and the house lights come back on as the smoke clears and Hightower waits for the match to start as Amy gets out of the ring.] Rick Wright: Hightower makes me sick. John Robertson: He's a great athlete. Rick Wright: Yeah, but he's all rah rah with the idiots in the seats. It's nauseating! Darian Anderson: I like that in a person. Rick Wright: I was only kidding, I mean it's great to see Hightower interacting with our wonderful fans. Jack Anderson: Speaking of nauseating... ["Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen begins to play over the loudspeakers.] SAGE (RA): About to come down the aisle, hailing From Boston. Massachusetts.. Weighing 285 lbs. He is accompanied by his manager, Kelly James....here is... THE IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... C O O P E R C O N C R E T E ! ! ! [The sensuous Kelly James makes her way through the curtains, and is followed by the Man With The Plan, Cooper Concrete...The crowd erupts as the IWFWOW Superstar slaps hands with the fans as the duo make their way down the aisle. On the JumboTron are snipets of Coop's IWFWOW career facing other Superstars such as AJ Stanson, Professor Steve West, the AoD, Eric Travers, Pain Inc, and Modern Apocalypse. In the ring, spotlights of COOP 3:B shine down on the mat. As Cooper gets up on the apron, he holds the ropes open for Kelly James, and the twosome flash the 3:B signal to the fans...(3 fingers raised in the air) and the fans respond in a big way! Kelly then blows a kiss to the crowd and the Man With The Plan focuses on the match.] Darian Anderson: We have a potentially volatile situation out here with the three women at ringside. We may get a triple threat match on the outside as well. Rick Wright: Unless they like each other, and they're inclined too... wow!!! John Robertson: Get your mind on the match will you? [bell tolls] Jack Anderson: Remember, all three men will be in the ring at the same time, and that this is an elimination match. Once one man is pinned, submits, is counted out or disqualified, this will become a one on one match until there is a winner. John Robertson: The three men advance to center ring, and stand, looking at one another... CONCRETE AND HIGHTOWER JUST DECKED HADES!!!! Rick Wright: I told you something stank about this match!!! Darian Anderson: That DID look pre-meditated. John Robertson: Pre-meditated or not, Hightower and Concrete are going to work on Hades!!! They lift him, and there's a double Irish whip into the ropes... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! Jack Anderson: Hightower and Concrete lift Hades up again, and whip him into the ropes again... DOUBLE BACK BODY DROP!!!! HADES LANDS ON HIS FEET... DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!! Rick Wright: Yeah!!! John Robertson: Heidi Leick is shouting something over at Kelly James, who is heading in Leick's direction. Rick Wright: Yeah, cat fight!!! Tear each other's clothes off!!!! Jack Anderson: RICK!!!!! Rick Wright: What? Darian Anderson: Hades lifts Hightower and throws him through the ropes, and to the floor. And now Hades turns his attention to Concrete, who is just getting up. John Robertson: Kick to the stomach by Hades, and a HUGE Kneelift drops Concrete back to the mat!!! Here's a quick cover!!! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . Coop kicks out easily!!! Jack Anderson: Hades gets up and lifts Concrete... Hightower with a double axe handle smash to the back of Hades!!! Rick Wright: This is two on one, it's unfair!!! John Robertson: Hightower turns Hades around, and scoops him up... Body slam!!! Hightower drops a leg across the throat of Hades!!! Jack Anderson: Hightower lifts hades and whips him into the ropes... DIVING ELBOW SMASH!!! Hades is down... Knee drop by Concrete and a cover!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . Hades kicks out!!! Darian Anderson: Hades looks like he's in real trouble. So does Heidi Leick. Kelly James and Amy have her surrounded on the outside. John Robertson: West has seen this, and he's warning the ladies to back off. Jack Anderson: HADES JUST NAILED CONCRETE WITH A LOW BLOW!!! HADES JUST DECKED HIGHTOWER!!!!! Darian Anderson: It looks like Hades has a pair of brass knuckles on his hand! Rick Wright: Where? I don't see anything. Jack Anderson: He put something into his trunks!!! Rick Wright: Even if he did, haven't you people heard of the Greco Roman Knuckle Lock? John Robertson: That's not a technical term for brass knuckles!!! Rick Wright: It's not? John Robertson: Hades grabs West and turns him around. West shoves Hades!!! Rick Wright: What's with West, is he drunk with power or something? Jack Anderson: You don't put your hands on the referee and that's what West is telling Hades... CONCRETE ROLLS UP HADES FROM BEHIND!!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3!!!!! NO!!!! HADES GOT OUT JUST IN TIME!!!!! Darian Anderson: That was VERY close!!! John Robertson: Both men back to their feet... HADES CLOTHESLINES CONCRETE OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!!! Jack Anderson: Hightower is still down, and Hades goes for a cover!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . HIGHTOWER KICKS OUT!!!! Rick Wright: That was a slow count by West!!!! Darian Anderson: Slow is better. Rick Wright: [GULP] Jack Anderson: It was a very fair count. Hades gets up and stomps on Hightower's head. Hades lifts Hightower and whips him into the ropes... POWERSLAM!!!!!! Hades quickly lifts Hightower to his feet... VERTICAL SUPLEX!!!! John Robertson: Hades lifts Hightower again and whips him into the ropes once more... REVERSED... COOP TRIPS UP HADES FROM THE OUTSIDE!!!! HIGHTOWER DROPS AN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF HADES' HEAD!!!!! Darian Anderson: Hades is in deep trouble. It does appear as though Hightower and Concrete are teaming up to take out Hades. Rick Wright: Maybe I should go in there and even things up. [laughter is heard] Rick Wright: What are you laughing at? I used to wrestle, and I was damn good!!! John Robertson: Right. Coop is back in the ring... HEIDI LEICK JUST ATTACKED AMY ON THE OUTSIDE!!!! Kelly James just saw, and is running over to join the fray!!! Jack Anderson: Steve West is leaving the ring to stop the mayhem on the outside of the ring. Hightower and Concrete have turned their attention to the action outside as well... Hey, Hades has those brass knuckles out again!!!! Darian Anderson: Hades spins Concrete around... AND CONCRETE BLOCKS IT!!! Concrete grabs Hades... CEMENT MIXER!!!! John Robertson: Hightower sets him up... THE CANADIAN CLASSIC!!!!!!! IT'S LOCKED IN!!!! CONCRETE POINTS OUT THE SUBMISSION ATTEMPT TO WEST!!!!! Jack Anderson: Hades refuses to give in, but he's in a lot of pain!!! John Robertson: West is checking Hades, he's not responding!!!! West points over at Sage and waves his arms. RA: HADES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!!!! [crowd pop] Darian Anderson: Hightower ends Hades night with the Victimizer, and we're down to Hightower versus Concrete for the IWF/WOW World Title!!!! John Robertson: Hightower stands... FLYING SHOULDERBLOCK FROM THE TOP ROPE BY CONCRETE!!!! Concrete quickly grabs Hightower and sets him up... JACK KNIFE POWERBOMB!!!! Concrete bounces off the ropes... DROPS AN ELBOW AND COVERS!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3!!!! COOP RET.... NO!!!! WEST SAYS HIGHTOWER KICKED OUT!!!!!! Jack Anderson: Coop lifts Hightower and whips him into the ropes... POWERSLAM!!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . HIGHTOWER SLIPS OUT AGAIN!!!!! Darian Anderson: Cooper Concrete is really close to retaining his title!!! Rick Wright: Now that Hades is out, I could care less who wins. I think I'll just sit here and stare at Darian's ass John Robertson: That's harassment Rick. Darian Anderson: I'll take care of him John. Rick Wright: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [The camera switches to the announce table, as Darian pours a pitcher of ice water on Rick] Rick Wright: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [There is hysterical laughter from John Robertson, and Jack Anderson, and some sputtering from Rick Wright heard as the match continues. Coop lifts Hightower and whips him into the ropes... Hightower ducks a clothesline and bounces off the opposite side... Hightower tries a cross bodyblock, but is caught by Coop, who then drops Hightower over his knee with a backbreaker! Coop drops Hightower to the mat on his stomach, and the stands and bounces off the ropes, dropping a knee to the small of Hightower's back.] John Robertson: Coop.. Ha hah.. Coop working on the back area of Hightower now, trying to soften him up for the 3B. Jack Anderson: Coop lifts Hightower... SMALL PACKAGE!!!!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3!!!! NEW CHAM... NO!!!! COOP ESCAPED IN TIME!!! Darian Anderson: Wow that was close!!! John Robertson: We almost had a new champion!!! Both men to their feet. Coop stops Hightower with a kick to the stomach. Concrete irish whips Hightower to the ropes... REVERSED... HIGHTOWER CATCHES CONCRETE AND HOTSHOTS HIM ON THE TOP ROPE!!!!! Jack Anderson: Hightower lifts Concrete and whips him into a turnbuckle... HIGHTOWER CHARGES IN AND NAILS CONCRETE WITH A VICIOUS LARIAT!!!! Concrete goes down to one knee in the corner!!! John Robertson: Hightower lifts Concrete and sits him on the top rope. Hightower climbs up and he's setting up for a superplex!!! CONCRETE PUNCHES HIGHTOWER IN THE STOMACH, AND STANDS UP ON THE TOP ROPE!!! CONCRETE GRABS HIGHTOWER... OH MY GOD!!!!! CONCRETE POWERBOMBS HIGHTOWER FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!! [HUGE CROWD POP] Jack Anderson: Concrete crawls over and makes a cover!!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3!!!! NO!!!! HIGHTOWER KICKED OUT SOMEHOW!!! Darian Anderson: Incredible!!! John Robertson: Coop can't believe it!!! He lifts Hightower and whips him into the ropes... Concrete telegraphs a backdrop, and Hightower sunset flips him... wait!!! HIGHTOWER IS GRABBING CONCRETE'S LEGS AND STANDING... HE'S GOING FOR THE CANADIAN CLASSIC!!!! IT'S LOCKED IN!!!!! HIGHTOWER HAS THE CANADIAN CLASSIC LOCKED IN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!!! Jack Anderson: I think we're going to have a new champion!!!!! Darian Anderson: Coop was beaten by this move about a month ago, but he didn't submit, he passed out like Hades did earlier in the match!!! John Robertson: The difference in that match was that Coop was the challenger, now he's defending the world title. Jack Anderson: Coop is fighting the pain, and he's trying to get to the ropes... Coop is dragging himself towards the ropes, reaching, and fighting the pain at the same time!!! John Robertson: I don't know if he's going to be able to amke it!!! Darian Anderson: He just did!!!! West is making Hightower break the hold!!!!! Jack Anderson: Hightower is shocked!!! He lifts Coop... Cooper Concrete with a punch to the stomach!!! Coop stands and grabs Hightower, lifting him over his shoulder!!!! IT'S THE 3B!!!!! CONCRETE HAS HIGHTOWER IN THE BOSTON BACK BREAKER!!!!! John Robertson: Now it's Hightower screaming in pain!!! HIGHTOWER BREAKS THE HOLD WITH A THUMB TO THE EYE!!! Rick, your favorite move!!! Rick Wright: Leave me alone, I'm not talking to any of you. Jack Anderson: Hightower grabs Concrete in a front face lock... No, he's going for a suplex... CEMENT MIXER OUT OF KNOWHERE BY CONCRETE!!!!! HE COVERS!!! 1... . . . . . 2... . . . . . 3!!!! [bell tolls] SAGE (RA): The winner of the match, and STILL IWF/WOW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, COOPER CONCRETE!!!!! ["Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen plays, and the crowd goes nuts] John Robertson: What a match!!! What an effort by all three men, but especially Coop and Hightower! Jack Anderson: That will go down in the history books boys and girls! Cooper Concrete retains the World Championship! Darian Atkinson: Well, that's all for us here and SUMMER EXPLOSION 4!! Rick Wright: See yall on Monday Mayhem...GOODNIGHT! [Screen fades out to Cooper celebrating, and shaking the hand of Hightower...]